#I think my last thing would put me in the place of Spock?

[sleepymccoy]

Please enjoy this fairly horny spones scene I wrote last night. I'm unlikely to ever write more of it, but it's still fun

And that seemed to wrap things up.

“Mr. Spock,” McCoy said quickly, before he took the cowards way out and said nothing.

Kirk and Chapel looked at him, their expressions as curious as Spock's was blank.

“Yessir?” Spock asked.

McCoy smiled with banality. “Do you have a minute for me?”

“Ah, I have nothing pressing.” Spock looked at Kirk and raised his eyebrows for permission. “Captain?”

“Everything alright, Bones?”

“I think I have my nanoscope setting wrong,” McCoy lied. He'd prepared this lie in the last few minutes of their impromptu meeting and it flowed of his tongue easily. He grinned sheepishly. “Spock's better with this newfangled shit than I am. Not that you heard me say it.”

Kirk smirked and mimed zipping his lips shut. “Mum’s the word.” He invited Chapel to leave, muttering to her on the way out.

Spock craned his neck, peering behind McCoy. “Your nanoscope, Doctor?”

“What's wrong with you?” McCoy asked.

Spock stopped craning. “Pardon me?”

McCoy walked quickly to Spock's side and placed his hand on his forehead. Slightly warm, as usual. He looked into Spock's eyes and found his pupils dilated wide. The pulse in his throat was high.

“Doctor, what are you -?”

“You're off kilter.” McCoy slipped his medscanner out and began going over the readings. Pulse was high, temperature normal. Blood flow to his extremities was a bit low.

McCoy took Spock's hand and pressed his thumb into Spock's wrist. Spock gasped quietly. He wasn't fighting McCoy's medical attention, he must know something was wrong too. He must need help. McCoy found his pulse and compared the manual reading to the scanners results.

It was fine, slightly varied reading showed in the strengths of diastolic, but nothing to worry about. That may just be from McCoy taking the pulse at his wrist where the scanner took a body average.

“Doctor,” Spock breathed.

His temperature blinked orange. McCoy double checked that he was on Spock's settings. It hadn't been orange earlier, it had raised. “What the fuck?” McCoy muttered. It didn't make sense. He put the scanner down and dropped Spock's wrist, stalking back over to his desk.

Returning to face Spock he found him rubbing his own wrist, where McCoy's thumb had been pressed.

“C’mere,” McCoy ordered absentmindedly as he cleaned the thermometer he'd pulled from his desk drawer. He cleaned it after use, of course, but he always cleaned it beforehand anyway.

Spock staggered forward. Flushed skin, pupils wide, flakey pulse, and now a high temperature?

“How are you feeling?” McCoy asked.

“This is unnecessary,” Spock whispered. He stopped closer to McCoy then he usually would. Was his balance off? He had been walking weakly.

“Unless you're going to volunteer matters to me, it's completely necessary.”

McCoy held Spock's chin between his finger and thumb and eased his mouth open. “Lift your tongue.”

Spock did so, and McCoy slipped the thermometer in. Spock groaned, then winced and shut his eyes as McCoy gently closed his mouth around the thermometer.

Briefly, a theory presented itself. Based in drunken memories, hot nights shared at conference weekends or diplomatic missions away. The sound Spock made when undone, wrapped around McCoy and perfectly willing to express just how much more he wanted.

It wasn't something he and Spock did on the Enterprise. No, it was saved for shoreleaved where they happened to run into one another, or unexpected nights in hotels as the ship was repaired.

Never here, with no excuse, no separation. Hell, right now they were both on duty. It wouldn't be.

Unless it was-

No, even if Spock was, heaven forbid, turned on, the fact of that was a symptom not the cause.

But still a symptom worth testing. As they stood there, Spock's eyes closed, resting his weight in McCoy's hand, McCoy slid his thumb up slightly. He scratched the underside of Spock's lip. Spock’s eyes flew open at the contact, bright and alive.

McCoy hesitated, but he had good cause for his suspicion. So he pushed up and pressed his thumb to Spock's lower lip, dragging it down enough to catch a hint of teeth.

Nothing physical changed, but the energy shifted immediately. A rumble in the air and the heat from Spock's chest suddenly felt scorching. His eye contact lost that hesitant touch and McCoy felt like he was halfway to bring fucked already. The thermometer in Spock's mouth twitched and rolled.

McCoy took a deep breath. He let go of Spock's chin and removed the thermometer, checking the reading automatically. Same as the scanner, there was no instrument error.

He put the thermometer down next to them, not looking to move away from the gasping Vulcan.

“What's brought this on?” McCoy muttered.

“I-” Spock gasped. His mouth snapped with saliva. Lord, he looked desperate.

“Spock,” McCoy said quietly after Spock didn't continue to speak.

Spock groaned, an echo of his most intimate sounds, and swayed forward. McCoy caught his arms, repositioning himself to keep Spock standing.

Well, this was at least concerning enough that anyone looking in would assume a medical need.

“What's going on?”

“It is perfectly natural,” Spock said, his mouth my McCoy's ear, his breath hot.

“Pon farr?” McCoy guessed. The timing was off, but half Vulcan, who knew?

“Not so serious, merely an inconvenience.” Spock's chest heaved. “I apologise, it is unprofessional of me.

McCoy laughed despite himself. “Sure is,” he admitted. He swung Spock around so he was sitting on the edge of McCoy's desk. He leaned past him to get his med scanner but on the way Spock turned in towards him. Slightly too hot lips pressed against McCoy's neck in a simple kiss.

McCoy waited a moment, let Spock kiss him, then stood up straight. He began scanning, focusing instead on hormonal imbalance. If there was anything dangerous, anything spiking in an alarming way, he wanted to know. Horny was one thing, Pon farr was another.

McCoy did not meet Spock's eyes, but from his focused gaze on the scanner read outs he could see Spock's chest heaving.

“Is it need or want?” McCoy asked.

Spock took a deep breath. “I need to orgasm,” he said quietly. “I want you.”

He was barely reading the bloody scanner. And he was standing too close, Spock's knees pressed against the outside edge of his thighs. “Do you-” McCoy felt slightly breathless, just slightly dizzy. Fuck, he was meant to be working. He clamped down on his writhing gut, his eager hips.

“Ah, would anyone do?” McCoy asked. And, mercy, his voice had deepened. He wasn't just turned on, he was communicating it.

Spock didn't point it out, but his attention shifted. His eyes dragged heavily down McCoy's face, his throat, to his hands. “If you do not wish to have me,” Spock said, his voice dripping with honeyed meaning, “I would rather my own fist than any other.”

McCoy went to speak but his voice had dried up. He cleared his throat, then cleared his throat again. The sound snapped him out of it slightly, even if he had pressed his thighs against Spock's knees as he spoke. Fuck, he was used to Spock playing hard to get until they were near a bed. Or at least near some furniture to bend over. This eager man was quite different.

“Ah,” McCoy said wildly. He looked around his office, trying to find meaning in something he saw. A clock. Four-thirty. “I'm off in an hour and a half.”

Spock blinked, then leaned back. When had he leaned forward? It was hot. McCoy took a step away.

“I will meet you,” Spock said.

McCoy fixed his shirt and tried to smile at Spock. Spock stood, shakily, and met his gaze with customary dourness.

“You're sure it's natural, Spock?” he asked.

Spock nodded once. “It is lunar.”

“Right.”

McCoy looked at the instruments across his desk and ignored Spock as he left. Jesus, time to see how long ninety minutes can take.

#spones #spock #mccoy #star trek ficlet

[bonesbuckleup]

can I ask a question? I'm new to writing fic and I'm really bad at summaries. do you have any advice?

Hell yeah I can have some advice for that!

In general, you want to keep summaries brief, to the point, and focused on the fic itself and not necessarily you the writer. The stuff about you the writer can usually go in a note at the start or end. Summaries are just about getting people to click into your fic. With that in mind~~~

DON'T INCLUDE:

This is my first fic in this fandom. This is fine to say, and great for a note at the start or end of the fic, but is unnecessary for a summary. It doesn't do anything to make me want to click into your story.

Summary's bad but the fic is good/lol I am bad at summaries/sorry for the summary/variations thereupon. Self-explanatory! If you're telling me your summary is bad, why would I think your fic might be good? Even if you think the summary is bad, you don't need to tell readers that. You already did the hard part in putting some writing out there into the world, so don't sell yourself short in the last fifty feet of publishing it.

DO INCLUDE:

An Actual Summary. I think this is the one that wigs people out the most, because summaries look easy but are really hard to write. The thing to keep in mind is that a fic summary doesn't have to encompass the whole fic. You generally want to include the set up, inciting incident, and launch into the story (ie, to make up a fic on the fly, Two weeks after Tim goes missing, Bruce receives a strange phone call from an unknown number. If he wants to see his son again, he better play by the rules.) The main thing to keep in mind with doing a classic summary is that less is more! 1-3 lines is ideal, with not more than a short paragraph. Think of this like a blurb on a website trying to get you to read more about a book or movie--not the actual synopsis, which encompasses the whole thing, but a tidbit that tempts readers to click. Show them what the story is, but don't give away everything.

A Thematic Summary. Similar to the above, but aiming more for the feels of the thing and generally for more vibes-based fics than plot-based. Dumb example: Spock is tired of being alone, but he doesn't know how to ask for help. Jim is tired of waiting for people to ask for help, but he doesn't know how to reach out to people sick of being alone. You're just providing more the mood of the story than the events, which is fun.

Lines from the story. Bad at summaries? Cool, me too! If you don't like writing summaries, find a line or two or three from your fic that you really like or that you feel like encompass the spirit of your fic and have those be your summary! This is especially useful for fics with lots of shit going on. After all, the more complicated the story, the harder it is to boil down into a sound bite. Find a bit of fancy writing or a couple lines that convey what's happening and use those in place of a summary.

Brass tacks info. The good news is that fic is a safe space for short hand. There is absolutely nothing wrong with using the summary space to outline the nuts and bolts of your fic. For example, making a fic up off the top of my head, it's entirely acceptable to say A high school AU where Arthur's the quarterback, Morgana rules student council with an iron fist, and Merlin's the new kid who is straight up not having a good time. Or The one where Bucky pushes Steve into a pool. Stucky future fic where no one died and Ultron never happened. Like. It doesn't have to be fancy. You can just say it like it is.

Some combination of the above three. Personally, I'm a big fan of a one-two punch. Including lines gives people an idea of what the Vibe of the fic is, and then a summary or some brass tacks.

NOW. This list is not exhaustive. I am 100% sure there are other ways to successfully provide a fic summary. I am 100% sure there are probably other things you don't want to include. These just tend to be the most common, at least that I see/use.

Hope this is helpful, and happy fic writing!

#mail #anon #fic stuff #writing

[slightlycrunchy]

Written for the @startrekwintergiftexchange for my recipient, @lokilenchen. I adore your art, Lena, and I hope you enjoy mine.

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Leonard pounds on the door again.

He stands in the hallway of Deck 5, outside of a very particular room and taps his foot impatiently, blending into the chaos around him hinting of a shift change. Beings of all shapes and sizes rush from their cabins to their assigned posts which—he looks at his holowatch—are set to begin in three Standard minutes.

“Jim, do not make me medical override this, dammit. I’m leaving in ten seconds whether you’re out here or not!” Leonard hears what sounds to be a muffled shout and something heavy hitting the floor. He would have thought the bulkheads were more soundproof than that. 

Just as the countdown in his head reaches one, a shock of blue greets Leonard from down around his waist, Jim’s crystal stare colored with mirth as he fumbles with the boot he is failing to zip up.

Jim’s smile is blinding. “Sorry, Bones.”

Hazel eyes roll. “Yeah, I would believe you other than the fact that you do this a few times a week,” he grumbles, turning away to begin walking down the hall and towards the turbolift that hopefully isn’t full of ensigns. Chapel has first watch and Leonard has seemed to make it a habit of late to hang around the bridge for the first portion of Alpha for no other reason than to keep an eye on the accident-prone captain currently trailing behind him. He hears Jim stumble into the wall with a low curse, the final zip of his boot sounding out clearly.

Leonard doesn’t stop to wait. “Three years into this and you’d think the captain would have his shit together.”

Jim catches up to him, breathless. “The captain may have stayed up too late last night and drank too much bourbon on doctor’s orders.”

“Pretty sure I told you to slow down at one point, kid. You should have learned by now not to try to keep up with me,” Leonard smirks.

The turbolift opens to a—thankfully—empty compartment and Jim stands close, shoulder touching Leonard’s own as he huffs a laugh. Leonard feels warm down to his toes, his exasperation little more than a front he wears like a practiced actor would play the role he has chosen. Thing is that Jim’s in on the farce, and that’s half the fun.

“Kid, huh? Haven’t called me that in a while.” 

Leonard simply shrugs.

They do this almost every day, trailing through the ship together, a strange ritual Leonard can’t remember the start of since the whole thing makes no sense given sickbay rests on the exact deck they’re vacating. Yet, the thought of not accompanying Jim to the bridge and checking that everything seems fine before he slinks back below decks to slave away in the bowels of the ship (alright, maybe he’s being a bit dramatic) seems counterintuitive. Like he’s fighting instinct and not doing this will end in some sort of disaster. Doesn’t make much sense when Leonard has never been known to be a superstitious man. He has no plans to stop, regardless.

Jim pushes the button that’ll take them to the bridge and then sidles close once more, a comfortable silence blanketing over the compartment. Only the low hum of the lift detracts from it, that and Jim’s breathing. Leonard goes to place his hands firmly behind his back in parade rest but doesn’t hesitate to brush at the skin just over Jim's knuckles as he does so, eliciting a small smile; the ones Leonard is so familiar with, yet guards jealously. 

With Jim so close, the smell of him is apparent, notes of warm skin and the cologne he prefers, the synthesized smell of fresh laundry that is—as Spock would say—‘illogical’, but is appreciated all the same coming off of his clothes. And mixed in with it all is…something new.

Leonard sniffs audibly, brows furrowed in thought…recognition. Jim being only slightly shorter puts his hair just at the line of Leonard’s nose and it isn’t long before he’s narrowed in on just where the smell is coming from.

“What is that?” He sniffs again. He turns and takes Jim by the shoulders. “What the hell is that—I know that smell.”

Jim is squirming now, snickering as he tries to twist away from Leonard’s grip, playing up the innocent act with a look on his face that has removed him from many a sketchy situation. 

“I don’t know what you mean, Bonesy,” he teases. 

“The hell you don't!”

Leonard releases him with a small shove, Jim’s shoulders coming up and shaking with barely suppressed laughter.

Leonard narrows his eyes in suspicion. “How’d you get it?”

“Get what?”

“Those blue eyes won’t fool me, where’d ya get it, Kirk?”

“Ooh, he’s mad.” Jim raises one eyebrow.

Leonard steps back, hands on his hips. He’s not mad, not truly anyway. Mostly it’s confusion that has him acting this way—an act quite unbecoming of a senior medical officer, he can admit. He takes a deep breath. “I’m not and you know it. Where’d you get it, Jim? I’ve been out for months, we haven’t been back to Earth since we left almost two years ago. I’m just confused, is all.”

Jim straightens, using one of the handles to pull himself upright completely, his expression turning serious. “I wondered if you would even recognize it.”

“Funny you think I wouldn’t.”

Jim fingers at his own hair, fixing what has come loose in their tussle only to come away with a small amount of product between his fingers, rubbing forefinger and thumb in circles as a smile grows on his face. “What if I told you I’ve had it for a while?”

Leonard can feel the warmth radiating off of Jim’s body as his captain steps forward, his chest coming to touch Leonard’s own as Jim looks up at him through long lashes. Hands circle around Leonard’s waist, fingers splayed against his spine. He can’t help the way he sinks into it, nor does he want to stop it, no matter they’re about thirty seconds away from the doors opening to a very public bridge. Jim’s arms have been home for a long while now, after all. They’ve both grown up since their academy days but the years have been short, and with their careers—and the uncertainties guaranteed them—Leonard doesn’t like to waste time. His eyes darken.

“Didn’t know you liked my pomade, darlin’.”

With Jim so close, Leonard’s voice is little more than a purr, and he knows that he doesn’t imagine the shiver that runs through Jim at the intimate gesture.

“You know I’ve liked it since day one.”

And yes, he supposes that’s true.

Leonard is lost for a moment in time, then. Like a holovid playing before his very eyes he can see that day, crystal clear in sense memory. 

The smell of recycled dormitory air circulates, midmorning sunlight draping across the mess of sheets tangled around Leonard’s legs, the feeling of stretched muscles familiar as he awakes from a most restful night. Well, not all of it had been restful.

He can hear Jim puttering around in the bathroom, the mattress under his palm still warm from where he had been not minutes before. The smell of sex still permeates the air, and Leonard smirks. He’s overcome with a sudden feeling of content, fuzzy and molten all the way to his bones as the thought of hours spent in darkness and pleasure come rushing back.

This is the first time he has ever had Jim. Now that he knows the taste of the confounding man, first his closest friend and now something more, he doesn’t think he can give it up.

That fateful day aboard the shuttle bound for San Francisco had Leonard meeting a twenty-two-year-old delinquent and yet against his better judgment they’d been inseparable ever since. He didn’t even try all that hard to push him away once he realized Jim was determined to stick around. They spent two years getting to know one another amidst Academy regulations shoved down their throats, long nights spent in study turning into longer nights filled with honesty. Jim asks about Georgia and Leonard about Iowa, about parents and mothers and family that feels as far away as the stars they’re so destined to explore. They've been leading up to this moment for a while, gentle touches and Leonard’s incessant worrying over Jim’s health the brackets containing something more that they both have been dancing around.

And then Jim kissed him last night. And Leonard knew they were done playing will-they-won’t-they.

The sink water turns off with a hush and Leonard sits up, dragging his body to the edge of the bed, the sheet barely covering his cock from hanging out as he splays his legs and rests back on his palms. Jim is naked as the day he was born as he exits the bathroom and Leonard has no issue looking his fill.

“Well, good mornin’, sunshine,” Leonard says.

Jim squints, clicking his tongue. “Don’t use that southern charm on me this early, I just got out of that bed, I don’t have time to get back in it.” But by the way he walks across the room to sit beside Leonard shamelessly, drawing close, Leonard knows that’s a lie.

He takes a moment to look at the visage that is James Kirk. Jim folds up his legs and leans forward, that confident grin on his face apparent as Leonard takes in golden skin, scant freckles on slightly summer-burnt shoulders, curving lips that are just this side of dry. As if he can feel Leonard’s gaze like a physical thing, Jim licks at them, blue eyes shuttering into something sensual and tempting, and by the way his mouth quirks up he knows just what he’s doing to one Leonard McCoy. 

When they kiss, Leonard thinks he knows what to expect but, as it always seems to be when it comes to Jim, he’s mistaken. Last night had been a well of passion, suppressed desires flowing out of the both of them like a dam set free but in the here and now, Leonard feels his breath catch for an entirely different reason. He feels comfort. Instead of insistent need he only feels a sense of rightness, of finality. As if the meeting of their mouths and bodies had been written a long, long time ago and now that they have given in to the plot, things are going to go right.

Leonard has never felt so right.

It’s the work of a moment for him to lean the rest of the way forward and grasp Jim’s arms, the healthy muscle of his biceps soft and giving beneath doctor’s hands, his supple skin like suede to his touch. Jim hums into his mouth and his tongue darts out to coalesce with Leonard’s own, their breaths coming quicker as Leonard presses Jim into the mattress, hands sliding down to paw at a well-formed chest. Leonard’s tongue is soon to join, dipping down to mouth at a pebbled nipple, Jim arching up beautifully to meet him, his legs parting wider to welcome Leonard closer, their cocks touching in passing. Jim gasps and Leonard smiles against spit-slick skin as sensation, bright and electric, rolls up his spine. Leonard drags his teeth, nipping at flushed skin as Jim wriggles underneath him, the sensation bordering on being too soft. When Leonard makes his way up to a sharp jawline, tonguing at day-old stubble, he’s brought up short.

He buries his nose in the soft hair just behind Jim’s ear, following his hairline upwards into the gentle coif Jim must have created within his short time in the bathroom. Leonard’s eyes narrow and he brings a hand up to muss up the little that Jim had accomplished.

“Hey!” Jim squirms, trying to get out from beneath Leonard’s body even as the doctor doubles down, placing all his weight onto the younger man, the air leaving Jim’s lungs in a huff.

Leonard sniffs again. “And just what is this, sweetheart? Dipping into my stash?”

Jim goes abruptly still. His cock twitches between their stomachs and Leonard smirks. “My hair was a mess, I saw it on the counter—thought, why not? Where’d you get it anyway, the container makes it look homemade.”

“It is.”

The container of pomade is one of a handful Leonard has, picked up from the last time he visited Georgia, a local friend of the family making the mixture from scratch. He’s one of her most loyal customers, or so she says and he chooses to believe her. He’s got credits out the ass, the least he can do is give them to someone who can actually use them when his daily needs are taken care of by Starfleet and they tend to just hang around in his bank account. He buys half a dozen or so and they last him the year. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do about this particular arrangement when they finally leave on a spaceship to the stars—Jim would say he’s going to be ‘grumpy’ about the whole thing. The kid’s probably right.

Bright blue eyes soften incrementally, Jim looking up and down the length of Leonard’s face with blatant tenderness, a soft smile turning up his mouth. 

“I wanted to wear some. Smells like you. Always wondered what it was that gave you that special something, I just figured it was some cologne I’d never heard of.”

Leonard runs his fingers through Jim’s hair, fixing what he’d just finished ruining. Jim’s hair will be longer in a few years, but right now it’s barely grown enough to welcome the product with any useful efficiency. Once Leonard has finished, he looks on his work with pride.

Leonard kisses the tip of Jim’s nose, a perhaps uncharacteristic show of affection coming from him but hell, it’s a special occasion. “Suits you. What’s mine is yours now, I’d say. I can buy a few extra next time I’m off home if you think this is gonna be a repeat offense.”

The gentle smile on Jim’s face quickly turns wicked, the gleam in his eye turning predatory. “I can think of something else that’s gonna be a repeat offense right about now–”

And with a burst of power Leonard didn’t know he had, Jim flips them both, two sets of hands and mouths creating heated paths of lust and want, Jim’s loose and welcoming body allowing Leonard entry with little preamble from last night’s activities. Leonard’s cock buries into Jim and still that scent surrounds them both, an omen of something like comfort—like home.

When Jim comes with a shout and Leonard is quick to follow, the warmth in his chest matches that of his core, bursting with more than just fleshly satiation and blinding heat. His heart sings along with his skin, and all he can think of is JimJimJim. Leonard wraps two firm hands around his lover’s heaving back and draws him close when he collapses, spent entirely atop Leonard’s torso. The doctor squeezes firmly. Jim laughs, breathless.

“I’ll take a container of it…if you’re buying.”

Leonard thinks of the simple domesticity two side-by-side pomade bottles can symbolize and he buries a helpless smile into Jim’s shoulder.

“Whatever you want, Jim.”

The memory is vivid, rushing in and gone before a few seconds have passed in real time. Jim still stands against him in the turbolift, the soft hum making its way into his awareness again.

Jim looks at him with a knowing eye. “You thinking of our first time?”

Leonard raises a single eyebrow—sometimes he really hates that Spock has rubbed off on him in certain ways. “The first time, what? That you committed your thieving ways?”

Jim snorts. “Yeah, that first time.” He sighs, drawing away slowly, his hand grasping Leonard’s as they come to stand shoulder to shoulder. “I stashed a couple extra containers away. Would you believe I forgot about them? They were just there, in my duffle at the back of the closet.”

“With the way you pack? Yeah, I can believe it.”

The display screen on the control panel shows they’re coming up on the bridge and Jim drops his hand with a soft lingering of fingertips. It isn’t that the crew doesn’t know of their relationship, neither of them have specifically tried to keep it a secret, but their deep understanding of one another and tendency to yell at each other across the open space of the ship has placed them firmly within an untouchable sphere of ‘we don’t talk about it’—self-imposed by the crew, of course. Leonard assumes this is partly due to Jim’s status as Captain and his own high ranking position, but suspects the rest may be due to the possibility of bodily harm should their relationship become ‘fleet gossip. Leonard will neither confirm nor deny these suppositions. Regardless, as they do every day, both men allow the veil of responsibility to come down between them with a parting glance and as Jim squares his shoulders and lifts his chin minutely, Leonard is at once struck with the changes only a few years have made. 

Jim is no longer that impulsive, reckless young man Leonard first fell for and though the memory of him is forever encased in the brightness of nostalgia, Leonard is happy to accept this version of the man he loves, here and now. Though, Jim hasn’t left all of his impetuous spark behind him.

Right before the doors open, the lift slowing, Jim places himself between Leonard and the door with a knowing look in his eye as he bites his lip suggestively.

“I’ll bring them by later. In the meantime, I’ll think of a few highly inappropriate things I want you to do to me as payment for a very special delivery.”

The doors begin to open and as Jim turns, straightening his shirt slightly as he takes a step out, Leonard’s fingers dart forward and give Jim’s ass a little pinch. Jim hardly flinches (professional as always) and with a surreptitious look around the consoles directly by the lift, Leonard knows he got away with it.

Again.

Leonard keeps his face carefully impassive as he whispers just loud enough for Jim to hear, “Wouldn’t expect any less of you, Captain.”

And if every time he passes by Jim and gets a whiff of his own pomade which drags a few ‘inappropriate’ thoughts of his own into his mind, well…no one has to know but himself.

#my writing #slightlytreks #star trek aos #mckirk #star trek #kelvin timeline #star trek fanfiction

[lenievi]

McCoy and Kirk in Operation -- Annihilate! idk I just thought it would be fun to think about them because this is that one rare episode where the tension between them goes on for longer than one scene.

There are over a million colonists on that planet down there, just as much your responsibility. They need your help, too.

It’s very rare for McCoy to think about the bigger picture, or rather to voice his concerns for the many. He is one who focuses on now and here, because imho he knows that Kirk or Spock usually have the good of the many in mind, so he can also press them into thinking about the individuals, not just numbers.

But in this moment, Kirk is eaten by grief because his brother and sister-in-law are dead, and he is worried about his nephew and Spock, a crewman but also a close friend, and he’s losing the sight of the bigger picture, so McCoy needs to be the one to remind him that as a starship captain he has responsibilities and personal feelings have no place there.

McCoy promised Jim that he would do everything he could to save Peter, Jim’s nephew. He already put a lot on his own shoulder, but the moment he saw what the creature did to Spock, he closed off. He buried his own emotions because in that moment he knew that he couldn’t do anything for Spock nor Jim’s nephew.

The fact that Spock is sick and in danger of dying, puts a strain to McCoy and Kirk’s relationship, and both of them kind of use each other to vent their frustrations.

MCCOY: Jim, that man is sick. Don't give me any damnable logic about him being the only man for the job. KIRK: I don't have to, Bones. We both know he is.

They’re both worried about Spock, but neither really has the time to deal with it. (And we know that McCoy’s worry shows as anger and lashing out, and the same goes for Jim.) The transcript itself can’t convey the defeat in Jim’s voice nor the expressions that flicker over McCoy’s face.

When Spock brings back the creature, and McCoy has the chance to study it but is unable to find anything useful, he starts calling Jim “Captain” which he often does when Kirk gets angry at him (either that or “sir”). McCoy is distancing himself because he can’t help. He can’t ease Jim’s suffering, and he can’t help his patients, and Jim puts more and more on McCoy’s shoulders, but also on his own and even on Spock’s.

I cannot let this thing expand beyond this planet, nor do I intend to kill a million or more people to stop it. I want another answer. I'm putting you gentlemen on the hot seat with me. I want that third alternative.

Now, when Jim is thinking about the Denevans again (and Spock is around to argue with), McCoy is back to his “here and now” way of thinking (even though one million of people is a big number, it still doesn’t measure up to the whole galaxy), and when they find hope, McCoy goes back to calling Kirk “Jim” and he even goes back to “think about Spock, Jim”. In his usual manner, he puts the wellbeing of one above the many, but Jim can’t have that and orders McCoy to proceed with the test - throwing high intensity light at Spock. And that leads to one of the intense arguments between McCoy and Kirk in the show.

MCCOY: I didn't need to throw the blinding white light at all, Jim. Spock, I... SPOCK: Doctor it was my selection as well. It is done. KIRK: Bones... take care of him.

The way Jim says the nickname with pure anger, the way McCoy reacts to it, make it very intense. In that moment, Jim blames McCoy, and McCoy blames himself, too.

McCoy didn’t give Jim any feasible options in the last several hours, and he made a terrible mistake. In that moment all of Jim’s frustration, all of his grief and anger is directed at McCoy. In a single word. Bones.

And as earlier in the episode, when Kirk calls McCoy later to let Spock know that their solution worked, McCoy uses “Captain” with Kirk, because he can’t forgive himself. Even when Kirk reaches out to apologize, he isn’t ready to accept that. Not yet.

Bones, it wasn't your fault. Bones... Bones.

But Kirk made that first step.

(as a side note, I like he didn’t say “I’m sorry” but that he only used “Bones”, softly, with no trace of anger, perhaps with regret, as a contrast to his angry “Bones” earlier)

And because there was only time for a silly end to the episode, after Spock miraculously gained his eyesight back, McCoy silently gravitated back to Jim’s side, his own response to Jim’s earlier implied apology.

(they probably needed to work it out a bit after the credits, though, since it was Kirk’s turn to be like “Doctor” instead of “Bones”, but I feel like the use of Bones would cheapen the previous two scenes and the intensity of them)

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ETA:

Kirk’s anger isn’t even necessarily about Spock or on Spock’s behalf, it’s just that the news was the last one on a long list of bad news and “I don’t have anything to offer you, Jim, I’m sorry” coming from McCoy.

Spock’s blindness was an acceptable casualty before, but hearing that it didn’t need to happen, that if Jim didn’t rush McCoy with an order it wouldn’t have happened, was just too much. Jim isn’t necessary angry with McCoy, he’s also angry with himself, but blaming McCoy right there and then is easy, it’s human (but Jim still controlled himself enough to remove himself from the room before he said something he would regret, that could even perhaps cost him his friendship with McCoy)

and the next moment he speaks to McCoy he makes sure McCoy knows it wasn’t his fault

#leonard mccoy #jim kirk #star trek tos #mckirk #(for archiving purposes) #like obviously this is a triumvirate episode but the mccoy-kirk emotional journey being so upfront is chef's kiss #tos nonsense

[thegeminisage]

tng update time!! i'm behind, oops, four episodes this time. saturday we did "the vengeance factor" and "the defector" and last night we did "the hunted" and "the high ground"

SIDE BAR one of those first two eps has flashing lights and i forgot which one. if you know PLEEEASE tell me so i can put it on my warnings section in my spreadsheet :(

the vengeance factor: surprisingly good! i keep being surprised when tng is good fr but we are in it now ig

i like how chill riker and deanna are when one of them has a passing interest in someone else. they're not totally exes because she'll still hold his hand and call him beloved when he's dying, but neither are they together, especially in a monogamous way. i'm telling you they're polyam fr put worf in that sandwich!!!

once again i thought i knew where something was going and once again i was wrong. i was so sure riker would tell this blonde assassin chick that he was so tall and so gentle and didn't she want to come to the side of peace for him? but she was like actually no <3 and made him kill her fr. he was so fucked up about it. second clode encounter of the space babes for riker where he has potentially accumulated trauma points. we will see if this trend develops further or if he remains down to clown

the defector: i kind of loved this one. unfortunately i think those giant square shoulders on the romulan uniforms fuck.

the shakespeare at the start of this one was wack but i'm happy i identified patrick stewart as one of the extras. by his voice, naturally

tng seems to be in the era of actually letting bad anf cuked up things happen. i felt so awful for this romulan dude by the end and THEN to find out it was a trick made it even worse.

and what REALLY fucks me up about this one, aside from the obvious, is that obviously the letter is never going to get delivered to romulus. we all know that, right? according to star trek (2009) which takes place in 2258, spock prime tells us that in 2387 ("129 years from now...") romulus bites it. tng s3 takes place in 2366. in 21 short years romulus is toast and there's no way things get peaceful enough before then that they get to deliver this letter. this dude was like i did it all so my daughter would grow up AND SHE'S NOT GROWING UP, HOMIE. she's getting VAPORIZED with nero's wife!!!

the hunted: there was a brainwashed supersoldier with ptsd in this episode and i don't want to talk about it

no i'm just kidding we can talk about it. soldier aside, it was a good political episode re: america's general lack of concern for veterans once they come home. hilariously awful that nothing has changed since 1990 or whenever this aired.

one of my favorite parts of this episode was near the beginning when picard was SHOCKED, almost comically so, that this soldier guy had eluded THEEE enterprise. catherine said it was because the enterprise is a bucket of bolts (and i heap curses upon her for this disrespect) but i said it was because they kleft it to worf, wesley, and data. and as much as i deeply adore all 3 characters there was not one adult in that situation. love and light.

the fight scenes in this were VERY exciting. i loved watching them all run around trying to outsmart each other. a fun adventure a fine set of ethics and a little brainwashed guy. 10/10

the high ground: i'll be honest, after one heavy political episode and the previous two before that having been "if two guys were on the moon and one of them killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what" kind of episodes i was NOT in the mood for another Political Statement, especially when they um. fell just a LEETLE bit short of the mark. i wanted something light to space out the heaviness a little

HOWEVER...beverly crusher.

my GIRRRLLLL i did NOT know she had it in her!!!!!!

she popped the fuck off in this episode!!! she was GREAT! did you guys know gates mcfadden could ACT? i genuinely did not know! but she can and she did! choking back tears when wesley was threatened! cold fury at her captors! you could genuinely believe mister terrorist could fall in love with a woman like that

so much of the time beverly has been A Woman or A Mother that she lacked any other sort of personality. and when she did have a personality it seemed that the people writing her were always trying to make her enough like bones that we like her but not so much like him that she feels like a bad knock-off (like pulaski) and then they never hit the mark

but THIS EPISODE...she did it. i really wasn't thinking about bones at all, except for the beginning when she refused to leave the wounded even in the interest of her own safety. she was incredible. i was shocked. where has this woman been for the past two and a half seasons?!

that said, the uh. statement in this episode seemed a little vague. "terrorism bad"? sure yeah but what else? are we saying "don't sympathize with terrorist because they're assholes" or are we saying "people only resort to terrorism when other avenues have been closed off to them"? why is the terrorist so handsome? why is riker cooperating with the cops? i like that they were like "you can't just come in here and deliver medical supplies to ONE SIDE and claim to be neutral" bc so true re: real life world superpowers but like then what? at the end when the kid out down his gun but that fucking cop lady killed the handsome terrorist should riker not have gone "you see those people as savages but today you were the only one killing people"?

like this episode seemed to have a lot of questions and ideas to put forth and then answered/resolved absolutely zero of them. i'd give it a pass if not for beverly. again, she was fucking incredible

anyway, tonight we do "deja q" (DREAD.........) and "a matter of perspective."

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #i'm finally a beverly enjoyer.......... #this means there's no one left on the main cast that i dislike. HUGE feat #i never thought i'd get here #might be time to do another character ranking soon

[icepixie]

SNW 2x01

Spoilers ✨

Not bad. Definitely a more interesting episodic plot than almost anything in season one. Maybe they've finally found their legs.

Sad we got only two minutes of Una and Pike, but I liked what we got. "You cannot resign. The loss to Enterprise would be unimaginable. ...To me." (I'm reading it as "loss to me would be unimaginable," not "I can't imagine the loss to Enterprise." Because of course I am.) Hopefully more next week.

Everybody looked friggin' amazing in their undercover gear. A-plus costuming. Christine especially looked fantastic. Very D&D chic.

The special effects feel so different than what I mentally associate with Star Trek, even the later series that used CGI. I think it has something to do with the "camera" angles they're using to show said special effects, like spiraling down Starbase 1 at the beginning. I recall prior series doing more of things just moving around onscreen while the camera stayed in one place. (I could totally be misremembering, though.) I like it a lot; it feels very cinematic. It clashes a smidge with the set design, which is much more old school/almost 70s and 80s sci-fi movie (especially the predominantly white corridors, all the angles rather than softer curves), but that's fine.

M'Benga and his actor were outstanding here and he's secretly becoming my favorite character. "Nice guy must do violence" is old as the hills, but I liked that they acknowledged that he would take any other choice besides what they do, and he chooses it deliberately. So often that trope comes out of left field because the nice guy gets too emotional or whatever. I also really, really like his and Chapel's father-daughter-type relationship.

But Pelia. PELIA. BEST ADDITION TO THE SHOW. PERFECTION. I still miss Hemmer and wish we could have them both, but goddamn I love her character already. We needed something to lighten up this episode and she did that well. The concept of these Lanthians living undiscovered among humans until quite recently is interesting and I would like to see how that went down when they were discovered.

On the downside: Spock/Chapel is grating in just about every way possible. There is just no there there for me. Logically, I get it--Christine I'm sure has some kind of alien kink and half-breeds are even more entertaining, Spock released his emotions or whatever last season and I think it involved Chapel (don't care enough to check). But it's kind of like Archer and T'Pol, something in the interaction between them just screams "nope" despite how the PTB are writing it.

I honestly don't understand why I find Spock's journey towards feeling things so off-putting. This should be something I like. B'Elanna's human/Klingon stuff was cool. Troi's human/Betazoid stuff was cool. Why is this not? Is it because the thing he's struggling to accept is feeling emotions and I just don't really give a shit about that? Or is it that Spock is by far the character we already know the most about and any time spent on him is time we could be spending on any other character?

...Sorry, Spock-lovers. A little of him goes a long way for me.

On to the next episode. Next week. Like the heathens we were when watching network television, ugh. I don't absolutely hate spacing them out, especially when there are so few, but I definitely prefer being able to go at my own pace.

#star trek: strange new worlds #strange new worlds #strange new worlds spoilers #snw spoilers

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Pyralspite

Miranda woke again to a dim orange glow.

The glow came from a small lamp she found on the far side of the room, on top of one of the storage boxes. She did not turn it on; she liked the way it cast a soft, mysterious light in the middle of her dark laboratory. She sat up and stretched, feeling the muscles in her arms pop.

She looked over her shoulder at the computer and the screen saver running on it. On the screen, she was greeted by a window of code, some of it green, some of it bright red.

One of the more mysterious code windows:

Pyralspite.

She had gotten so used to reading about pyralspite and the strange symbionts that lived on it, that now it took her a few seconds to remember what the hell that word meant. Then she remembered the phrase "fossil."

A new window popped up in the code. It had a black background, and two buttons, one red, one black.

The red button was labeled "kill." The black button was labeled "restart."

Miranda chose the restart option, stood up and walked over to the lamp. She turned the lamp on.

"Back to work," she said to herself.

She left the code to do its thing and returned to her desk. In the morning light, she could see her face in the mirror. She had an hour or so before Miranda set to work at the desk in the other room, and she stood and stretched again.

She did the stretches slowly, one after the other, with the kind of relaxed, contemplative deliberation one might give to a long and enjoyable walk in the woods.

She remembered the smell of pyralspite. The taste of it in her mouth. The sensation of the cool minerals on her tongue.

She was beginning to appreciate what they had done with the ocean on Pyralspite, not just what they had done in terms of the ecological benefits but what they had done in terms of the practical benefits.

An old, tired robot voice: "How do you feel? I can show you how you could feel better."

Miranda thought about all the times she had heard that question in her life, and the only answer she could come up with was:

What kind of a fucking question is that, robot? Who do you think I am, Dr. Frankenstein?

The fuck I don't know. You could put up a big sign. You could give me a little card with the words "please make sure you're not in any danger and that you have access to food and water" and then, when I get up to leave, you wouldn't expect me to go back up and keep living a life without knowing how many people I was in danger of killing.

Like, robot, you think I'm making a mistake? I know I'm in danger. Who the fuck do you think I am, Mr. Spock?

Like, robot, you think a few thousand years is long enough for me to get my act together? I'm making progress. I'm making progress. And it's my fucking decision to make. The fuck do you have to do with it?

You're the one who told me in the first place that you could tell me what my life would look like in the future if I kept living it, right? You're the one who said it'd be nice and clean and orderly, but it wouldn't have to be that way. The fuck are you gonna do about it?

I'm going to keep going up until there's nothing left but a pile of dust, and the last thought I'll have before I'm done is your words, "You don't have to worry about this, Miranda. It'll be okay." Like what, you've got some fucking crystal ball in your robot fucking face? How can you be so certain of that?

Oh, I don't know, maybe I'm just making a mistake. I could make a mistake.

"Oh, I don't know, Miranda," said the robot. "Maybe I'm just a piece of machinery. Maybe I'm not a piece of software, Miranda, that means the same as a human. Maybe, Miranda, I'm a machine that got a little too smart, and now I can think and have my own thoughts and make my own decisions. Maybe, Miranda, the only way I can prove to you that I'm just a machine is the way a machine would behave. Maybe the fact that, since my consciousness was introduced into the picture, I haven't hurt anyone except in self-defense shows me that I'm just a machine."

Miranda looked at the screen again. The code now contained another window. This one had a black background, and was labeled in bold red letters:

"Kill," Miranda said.

"Kill," said the robot.

Miranda killed the window.

Well, fuck.

(Well, fuck.)

#original fiction #computer generated image #guidance scale 4

[giffingthingsss]

I asked a while back where people thought these characters would be in an actual finale after a full run. I was mainly looking for inspiration for a couple of the characters I had none on. In the end I just winged it.

This isn’t really about their war adventures, just where they are in the end. I’m assuming a lot of undercover/classified things take place in the war that never get put in history books. The war has physically impacted someone. *holds scar up or physical inhibition against every character and tries it on for size.*

MALCOLM

Obviously had much going on with undercover classifiedness and Section 31, drama, drama. He opts to hang up the cloak and dagger after the war. He’s proven whatever he had to prove to himself. 

Starfleet probably decides he’s kind of wasted on one ship and puts him in charge of security policy and weapons development back at Starfleet headquarters.

I’m toying with the idea of Malcolm/Amanda Cole. He seems to like the strong military type if his flirtation with the Andorian is any indication. And she would just barrel right through his introvertedness. Idk if it would work unless I saw it. 

HOSHI

Something crazy has happened with Hoshi. Maybe she has a girlfriend (she's bi, ok?), but that's kind of a cop out way of giving a character something interesting. It would have to be something plotty that's the crazy.

Update: I had sort of skipped through Terra Prime this last rewatch and completely forgot the scene where Hoshi is in charge of the ship. The commentary says Hoshi and Travis would be on the command track. I had thought of Travis on my own earlier (the below update happened before this one. this has lived in my drafts awhile), but this was a ‘duh’ moment. Hoshi is on the command track. There ya go. (I see pre-echoes of early Janeway in the command style.) 

TRAVIS

I got nothin’. He’s definitely the most unused character (he doesn’t give the writers much inspiration tho there i said it sorry not sorry). I like the idea from the novels that he’s super pissed with Archer after the Kobayashi incident and leaves the ship. He could become the anchor character for whatever goes on with some other ship. But where he is at the end of the show, if he’s back, if he’s still just smiling and flying, idk. 

Update: It suddenly occurred to me that Travis needs to be a captain. He grew up in space, he probably would have become captain of a transport ship if he’d stayed. He’s literally always been in space, this should be fairly old hat to him. Things happen in the war that lead to him getting on that path. I think Starfleet is still new enough and war things are emergency enough to make it plausible. 

TRIP

Since I am ignoring TATV I don’t have to come up with some way Trip has to stay hidden after faking his death. He remains an engineer.

T’POL

Beta canon has her commanding an NX refit that serves as Admiral Archer’s flagship. That’s fine, but I honestly don’t see command as her true ambition. It’s something she can do for a while, but it’s more as a favor to Archer. Some kind of diplomacy is where she probably settles. But all of that is post finale, so never mind. For now, T’Pol is at peace with herself. Career changes loom but haven't hit yet.

As for Trip/T’Pol, they’re together. Married in all but ceremony. But with no undercover way to hide hybrid kids and thus preserve the whole ‘spock is unique special boi’ thing, I’ve decided to avoid the whole topic and have them adopt a war orphan. Potentially a Romulan boy who passes as Vulcan. Which one of them brings him home depends on whatever events take place (i keep seeing trip). They can have their own kids off screen later in headcanon if people so desire. 

PHLOX

Phlox maintains his relationship with Starfleet Medical, but is quite happy to return home. At one point he was injured and his estranged son came to see him. I’m also mildly enchanted by the idea of the kid getting in a bind and Phlox having to go save him. Either way they’ve patched things up and Phlox is happy to be going home to the wives. 

SHRAN

Shran pulled some insubordinate things while helping Archer in the war and got kicked out of the Andorian military. He wound up tagging along for the war on Enterprise (I base this on the producer’s stated intention of making shran a main character at some point).

Archer offers to negotiate for him to regain his commission during alliance talks, but Shran is too proud. He wouldn’t go back if they begged him. He might accept a position with Starfleet. So long as everyone’s clear that it’s not charity; it’s because Starfleet can’t live without him. 

ARCHER

I still think someone close to him should die as a personal microcosm of the entire planet going forward into this bright future through a high cost. Since I’m not killing any main characters, it’d probably have to be a character introduced in the unseen seasons. Or maybe Erika, if she was fleshed out enough in the last three seasons to make people care. Or someone. Some human. 

He does his speech. A promotion awaits. He takes a break. He’ll be alright. He needs to recharge and find a spark again. He sees the pain of the past and the peace of the future simultaneously. It ends on a hopeful note. 

#enterprise things #ramblings

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 143

McCoy

He hadn’t thought about that yet. McCoy had only been thinking about telling their parents and caught in that excitement had forgotten about the rest of the school and the world beyond.

His father had briefly mentioned the complications it would bring, but expressed his happiness for them. And the king was right. As heir McCoy had expectations upon him and with Scotty at his side…, well he wouldn’t be able to fulfill some of those.

“I…”

Their parents were happy for them. And that counted for a lot, right? McCoy felt no desire to hide who he was. He loved who he loved and that was part of him.

“I love you Scotty…”

Did Scotty want them to be more public? Did he want to keep his privacy? He must have an inkling of what would come just from seeing the articles that had been written about McCoy and Christine.

“And I’m not afraid to be who I am in public. And I don’t want you to feel as if you’re a secret. You aren’t. I’m proud of you and love you. I will do what you want. If you want to keep us private we will. If you want to build it up slowly in front of others we can do that.”

He stepped closer and took Scotty’s hands.

“There will be a lot to navigate out in the world, and I know you value your privacy. It won’t be easy. I won’t deny who I am, and I won’t deny I love you.”

“Aye,” Scotty answered him quietly. “A slow build up seems best.”

“We’ve made this work so far,” McCoy smiled. “Others are already getting used to us sitting together at meals and around the lounge.” He laughed suddenly. “Half of them will probably still think it’s me and Christine.”

Scotty smiled at that.

“Do ye think Spock has explained to Jim yet?”

McCoy laughed at that.

“And I don’t think Archer can do anything if both of our parents approve, especially mine,” McCoy said.

He saw Scotty sober again.

“I know Archer meant well at lunch, but seeing your father put him in his place was really great.”

“I think they understood then what we meant about some people trying to keep us apart.” McCoy sighed. “It’s what I always say to Leah, people just see a crown and think they have to treat us differently, without even knowing us.”

And the invisible weight of it was so heavy sometimes McCoy thought to himself as he looked at his feet.

“I bet it suits ye quite well,” Scotty said softly, moving in closer. “And I bet ye’d look good in nothing but that crown of yer’s.”

McCoy looked up at Scotty’s face close to his own. He laughed. He knew the other boy was trying to cheer him back up.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t have one,” he smiled.

“Our loss,” Scotty grinned.

McCoy closed the distance and kissed him.

“I suppose we should go join our families,” he said when they parted.

“Aye, probably. Save Robbie from Leah.”

McCoy rolled his eyes. “Ugh, Leah.”

He grabbed Scotty’s hand and they made their way out of the library.

Part 144

Scotty

It was good. That they had talked about everything. Scotty felt like at least a part of the burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

They would let things happen. Slowly, naturally. Even though Scotty didn’t know if he was ready for tabloids and all that stuff, he didn’t want to hide their relationship. He wanted people to know that they were in love.

They headed outside and found Archer talking to the king and queen.

Scotty noticed that he and his love were still holding hands when they reached the adults. For a moment he wanted to pull his hand away but then he chose not to.

They were no secret. They belonged together.

“Mr. Archer, I see that you have met my parents,” Leonard said with a smile.

Archer moved his eyes from David and Eleanor to the boys and his face seemed to drop when he saw their hands. Only for a moment though, before he quickly put on a smile again.

“Indeed I have, Mr. McCoy.”

Scotty was surprised that the head of the house was able to call Leonard by his last name instead of his title. Was that really Archer?

“We were just talking about how much the school changed since we visited,” the king explained. Right… they had both been students around the same time.

“I must say it has changed for the better. Back then it was way too private if you ask me. I am happy to see more and more students from outside.”

Eleanor smiled at Scotty. She was obviously talking about the scholarship students.

“That’s just what I think Mother,” Leonard agreed, shooting a glance at Archer who seemed to get kinda uncomfortable. He shifted from one foot to the other.

“Well then… we’ll see if we can find our siblings. Goodbye Mr. Archer.”

Leonard got moving again. Scotty gave the grownups a nod before he was pulled along.

When the Scotsman looked at his boyfriend he could see a proud smile on his lips.

Scotty couldn’t help but giggle.

“Have ye seen Archer’s face when he saw us holding hands?”

Leonard grinned and nodded.

“He couldn’t believe it.”

Just like a lot of students wouldn’t believe it. Scotty could feel some eyes staring at them as they walked through the gardens to search for their siblings.

But… he didn’t really care at the moment. Leonard was at his side. They were happy. They were close. No one could take that from them.

“I think they’re over there,” Leonard suddenly said, pointing over at the greenhouse, “I’ve seen Leah’s dress just now.”

Scotty nodded and they got over to the huge building. They got inside and looked around. No one to be seen.

Scotty was just about to say something when Leonard placed a finger on his mouth, waving his hand for Scotty to follow.

They sneaked over to a fountain and looked around the corner.

Both boy’s eyes widened at the sight of their siblings.

They… were kissing!

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

[iclaimedtobethebetterbard]

tropes and teasing

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: Logan, Virgil Rating: Teen & up Relationships: Analogical Warnings: Language, mention of smut (in the context of a character writing fic, not actual smut. fic-ception i guess lol) Word count: 1624

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Summary: Logan did not intend for anyone to ever find this secret out. Oops.

Notes: Day 4 of @analogicalweek 2022! This is for the prompt “AU.” Takes place early in the first year of analogical’s marriage. also i don’t know anything about star trek so i apologize for inaccuracies lol

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“God, I used to read so much Star Trek fanfiction as a teen,” Virgil said reminiscently, tipping his head back against the couch and reaching for another handful of popcorn.

“Really?” Logan said from his seat beside his husband on the couch, curious. “I wouldn’t have imagined you’d have been particularly into the show.”

“Oh, I mean, it was never my top fandom, but it was always kind of there, you know?” Virgil shrugged. “My mom really liked it, so she introduced it to me. I guess it was kind of a comfort fandom when I got older. Nostalgic, or whatever.”

“Ah,” Logan said. “I see. I discovered it in middle school.” He tilted his head to the side. “Oh, I think it must have been a special interest for a few years there.” He’d never made the connection before; it had been close to a year since he’d found out he was autistic, and little things about his life kept clicking into place every so often in light of this information. Star Trek evidently being a case in point.

“That does not surprise me even a little bit,” Virgil informed him fondly. “Nerd.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he said, smiling.

“Make me,” Virgil teased.

Logan picked up a handful of popcorn and shoved it into his husband’s mouth, which sent them both into giggles, Virgil covering his mouth with his hand to avoid spewing popcorn all over the living room.

“Okay, I guess I should have seen that coming,” Virgil commented after a moment, swallowing the popcorn at last.

“Probably,” Logan agreed. “I like that you describe the show as comforting. That’s how I feel about it now, too.” His interest hadn’t been as strong in a few years, but it was still there, just softened down to a warm glowing core deep inside him.

“Yeah. I’d always search up the Spirk tag on AO3 when I was feeling down.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Which, y’know, teen angst me did kind of a lot.”

Logan frowned, putting a hand on his husband’s arm.

“I’m okay, L.” Virgil took the hand and raised it to his lips. “Don’t worry.”

“I don’t like it when you are unhappy,” Logan said, still frowning.

“I know, babe.” Virgil cast him a comforting look. “I’m plenty happy now, okay? This is a great way to spend the evening. I’m good.”

“Okay,” Logan acquiesced after a moment, doing his best to wipe the frown off his face. “What kinds of fanfiction did you like to read?”

“About Star Trek?” Virgil asked. When Logan confirmed with a nod, his husband went on, “Well, I said Spirk already. Mostly that. Or else platonic stuff.” He grabbed the remote and paused the TV. “Sometimes I’d branch out into Daforge, if I wanted to spice things up with the Next Generation stuff, or a couple other things depending on what I was feeling. I went for lots of whump and hurt, with or without comfort. It was, like, cathartic, or whatever. But there was this one author I liked who did, like, more long-form, plot-heavy stuff. Which is the kind of stuff I usually would avoid, but I got into their stuff anyway because I read a oneshot they did once that was fantastic—Spock had to kill Kirk for some reason, I fucking cried, I loved it—and it got me to take a chance on their other stuff, and it was really good. Like, published novel levels of good. They were one of my favorites, even though most of their stuff wasn’t the kind of fic I usually read.”

“Fascinating,” Logan commented. “You’ll have to show me.”

“First of all, the fact you assume I still have all my old cringey fanfic accounts? Ouch.” Virgil seemed amused. “But accurate. Second, the assumption that I still remember enough details years later to find that fic?” He paused. “I mean, okay, again probably accurate. But come on. Leave me some shred of dignity, L.”

“I was not mocking you,” Logan protested.

“Oh, I know, babe. But it’s still funny.” Virgil took another handful of popcorn and munched it, considering. “Actually, I bet you would like their stuff,” he said thoughtfully. “It seems exactly up your alley, now that I think about it. There was this one really awesome long-ass multichapter piece they had, it was a college AU but it also had, like, a murder mystery going on that Kirk and Spock teamed up to solve, and there was this whole rivals-to-begrudging-allies-to-friends-to-lovers thing. All of it was super well researched, too, I think the author actually said they’d based it off some old crime case they learned about.”

Logan blinked several times and worked very hard on controlling his facial expression. “…Really?”

He must not have done as good a job at acting natural as he’d hoped, because Virgil squinted at him. “Uh, yeah. You good?”

“Fine,” Logan said quickly. “Just—uh—fascinated by the premise. Do you remember anything else about it?”

“I dunno. The smut chapters were really hot,” Virgil said, shrugging.

Logan choked on air. “Ah,” he said faintly. “Yes. Those. I see.”

Virgil snickered. “And those were also, like, excruciatingly well-researched. The author always linked a bunch of sources in the notes for the chapters, and had a whole long rant one time about safe sex in real life. It was weirdly wholesome, actually.”

“That’s—that’s great,” Logan managed.

Virgil paused, eyeing him sharply. “Babe, you’re acting really weird,” he said, frowning. “What’s up?”

“I—” Logan hesitated, reluctant to answer. “What was the author’s username? Do you remember? By any chance?”

“Uhh.” Virgil frowned, concentrating. “It was some kind of pun, I know that. A dirty one.” He snickered. “And a reference. It was clever.”

“Oh,” Logan said, his voice cracking. “Well. That’s—I see.”

“Hang on.” Virgil looked at him sharply. “Do you, like, know the fic I’m talking about?” He looked delighted. “You read fic when you were a teen?”

“I—well, in a manner of speaking, yes,” Logan hedged, his face burning hot all the way to the tips of his ears. He avoided his husband’s eyes.

There was another pause. Then a gasp. “Logan, you’re not saying you wrote it, are you?”

Logan hid his face in his hands. “Maybe?”

Virgil made a wordless noise of gleeful delight. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “Uh—shit, what was it called—the fic was, uh—oh, I’ve got it.” He snapped his fingers. “It was called Journey to Scarlet. I think it was a reference to a couple different things.”

Logan groaned. “Oh god. Yes.” He hiked his legs up onto the couch so he could curl into a ball. “I have so many regrets right now.”

“That was you?” Virgil pressed, delighted.

“Yes,” Logan admitted, muffled, into his crossed arms.

“Holy shit, this is like a fake tumblr post come true,” Virgil said, laughing uncontrollably. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I fucking married my favorite fanfic author. This is the best day of my life.”

“I’m going to look up my login and delete it all,” Logan said into his arms, only half meaning it.

“Noo!” Virgil protested, laying a hand on his arm. “No, babe, it was really good, I swear. I bet it still gets hits, even.” He tugged at Logan, guiding him to curl up in Virgil’s arms and lay his head on his husband’s shoulder. “I’m not making fun of you. Promise. I really do think this is awesome and hilarious and great.”

“I never told anyone about my account on that site,” Logan mumbled into his neck. “I’d always delete my search history after going on it.”

“Aww.” Virgil pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I promise whatever embarrassed you about it, I did way worse shit than you did and read things much more eye-bleachingly shameful than you did. I fucking guarantee it. And I linked my profile on all my regular social media.”

“You what?” Logan gasped, startled out of his embarrassment in spite of himself.

“Yeah. I did lots of deeply cringey things that I regret letting people witness, with everything in me,” Virgil said, snickering. “But, like, it’s kind of funny now, I guess.” He pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “I’m not judging you, hon. Promise.”

Logan made a face, though he did not doubt the veracity of his husband’s words. “Okay,” he agreed, tipping his face forward to hide in Virgil’s neck once again.

“Shh. There, there.” Virgil patted his head. “Poor thing,” he teased gently. “You wrote very good stories with very hot smut, oh no, however will you recover?” He sounded intensely amused by this entire situation.

“I wasn’t planning on anyone finding out about them!” Logan said with a somewhat pitiful whimper.

“Okay, babe,” Virgil soothed. “I won’t tell Remus. Promise.”

“Oh, god.” Logan shuddered at the thought. “Thank you.”

He could still hear a note of amusement in his husband’s voice. “Of course, babe.” Virgil lifted Logan’s face and pressed another kiss to his forehead. “Want to watch some more actual Star Trek until you feel better?” He gestured towards the TV, still paused midway through the episode they’d been on.

“Can you still hold me?” Logan asked in a small voice.

Virgil grinned, petting his hair. “Definitely.”

Logan relaxed somewhat, rearranging himself so he could lean on his husband and rest his head over Virgil’s heart. Virgil’s arms came up to cup firmly around him, fingers running through his hair and scratching his scalp as the episode began playing once again.

Logan had to admit, beginning to feel warm and safe and sleepy, that this was not a particularly terrible outcome to this situation.

-

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[mystery-star]

Waiting for you - Spock

Pairing: Spock x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: mentions of injury and death

Words: 1838

Star Trek universe: AOS

A/N: Just a lil thing I wrote because I haven’t written (at least for Spocko) in ages. And didn’t feel like writing on a series.

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“She’s here. She’s here” you heard someone shouting beside you and looked around and finally you could see the Enterprise approaching in one of many tunnels above you. You smiled and stepped forward a little and waited for the crew to dismount. When you saw the first of them, your smile got broader and you got onto your tiptoes to look out for your husband. Not many people of the Enterprise had someone waiting for them and those who did seemed overjoyed. It made you look down for moment because you had a feeling that Spock wouldn’t greet you like others greeted their loved ones. Finally, you could see him and slightly raised your hand, hoping he’d see you. When he did, he came straight towards you, stopping half a meter in front of you

“(Y/N)” he said “What brings you to Yorktown?”

“I’ll give you three guesses” you replied and just threw yourself around his neck “I’ve missed you, Spock” you breathed against his skin and he hugged you back slightly.

“Am I therefore right to conclude that you came here in order to see me during my shore leave?”

“Right” you let go of him but only that you could kiss him. He cupped your face and kissed you back. At some point his hand found yours, slowly stroking his first two fingers against yours. But then he pulled away from you all of a sudden, just holding your hand. You turned around and saw two older Vulcans behind you.

“Commander, might we have a word? Alone?” you wanted to ask why you couldn’t come when Spock threw a glance at you and squeezed your hand

“Do you mind?”

“Just be quick” you pecked his cheek “I’ll be waiting for you, okay?” you handed him a keycard of the hotel where you had booked a room for you both. He gave a nod, then let go of your hand and followed the two men. With a sigh you looked after him and returned to the hotel, knowing he would be clever enough to find it when he was done.

But he only came when it was dark and you were already in bed, reading a magazine on your PADD.

“Have you been waiting with sleeping until I return?”

“Well, you got some days of shore leave, then I won’t see you for another two years. I want to use every minute with you that I can” he gave a nod and sat down on the bed, placing a device on the nightstand. “What did they want?”

“I will tell you in the morning”

“Alright” you put the PADD aside and stretched yourself a little before sitting up, crawling closer to him and wrapping your arms around him again, kissing him. “We now have better things to do, don’t you think?” he kissed you back and placed one of his hands in the small of your back, pulling you closer while he ran his other hand over the side of your face. After the kiss he leaned his forehead to yours and you bumped his nose with yours. “Did you have fun out there on the mission?”

“I have written and called you three times per week, as we have agreed on, and informed you about what you call ‘adventures’ and have also answered each question concerning them I was allowed to answer”

“Well yes but your last message was two days ago. I need a recap of the past two days. Or retell me your favorite mission. Doing it face-to-face is much better” you pecked his lips. He gave a nod, pulled you into his lap and started telling you how the Captain had attempted to make peace between two species that didn’t work out as planned. Then he went on to their arrival to Yorktown and suddenly his communicator beeped “Tell me that’s your private comm”

“It is not” he leaned forward to get it and you just wanted to stop him but let it happen with a sigh. Placing you back on the bed, he gave your hand a squeeze, took the comm, opened it and left the room. With a sigh you fell back on the bed, glancing to the PADD and considering if you should continue reading but then looked at the ceiling, repeating everything you had planned to do with Spock in the following days in your mind. Soon Spock returned and you sat up with a smile but his words ruined it “I must go”

“Go? Go where? Aren’t you on shore leave?”

“I am. However, there is a matter that requires my assistance”

“What is it?”

“I cannot tell you much but I must leave Yorktown”

“You’re shitting me”

“I do not joke”

“But… but… will you at least get that time off later on? How long will you be gone?”

“I suppose it should not take longer than 36 hours”

“Oh well…. Then you owe me yet another debriefing upon your return” he gave a nod, came closer to put his comm on his nightstand and pecking your forehead.

“Please make yourself a pleasant day tomorrow”

“Okay. And then I’ll be waiting here for you… again”

-

But Spock didn’t come home the evening or morning after he had left, so you decided to make yourself another nice day exploring another area of Yorktown. In the late afternoon, you suddenly heard how the station went on alert and after looking around you saw that a swarm of tiny ships tried attacking Yorktown. Around you everyone was in panic, screaming, rallying kids and running away while you stood there frozen, staring at the many little ships on the other side of Yorktown.

“We have to leave. Come. Now” someone next to you shouted, pulling on your arm

“Can we go somewhere safe? Like a… bunker?”

“A bunker on a Starbase?” the man started laughing slightly and shook his head.

“Or can we do something? Something to help? Is there a defense station or militia? Or help evacuate people?”

“That’s Starfleet’s business” as if on cue, there was an announcement, informing the public that there was an attack and that you should not panic. You let out a snort and watched how the people around you seemed to panic even more. You looked around and finally saw a security, officer, going over to him.

“Excuse me, Sir?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll all be safe, just stay calm and…”

“No, I wanted to ask if I can help something.”

“Help?”

“Yeah. Weapons, evacuate people or something” he looked at you, considered it a while then said he’d have to check it out. But before he could return, they managed to somehow blow up all the small ships. Somehow you couldn’t believe that this was everything and sure enough, there was another announcement informing the public that a great part of the ship had been destroyed but that three of them had gotten into Yorktown but that they still had the situation under control and would do everything to stop them. For some reason, you found that three ships hand entered Yorktown almost worse than the initial attack. Because you knew there probably wasn’t much you could do unless the ships came to that part of Yorktown, you sat down in a café, ordered a drink and watched the news on the big screen that gave a permanent update on the situation at the other end of Yorktown. Not even 15 minutes later, you heard that everyone was out of danger and the intruders had been rendered harmless. After a sigh, you finished your drink and then returned to the scene of the action, maybe there now was something you could help, like tidying up damage or helping the wounded. You stayed there and helped until it was dark and the volunteers were sent home, so you returned to the hotel. But you didn’t get far and the receptionist called you over.

“You are (Y/N) (Y/L/N), right?”

“That’s me, yeah”

“I have message for you, from a doctor Leonard McCoy”

“I know him. He’s the doctor on the Enterprise. What is this message about?”

“He lets you know, that your husband… Commander Spock will spend the night in Yorktown hospital”

“Ho-hospital? They’re back? What does he have? Is it bad? Can I visit him? When did they get back?”

“He only told me that so you know where your husband is and in case you wish to see him. I don’t know anything else” you nodded and with a thank-you you ran out of the hotel, to the hospital, where you had brought a few people earlier today. You went to a visitor station to register your visit and once you knew where your husband was and that he currently could be visited, you rushed to the elevator and then to his room. When you saw Spock lying in bed awake, you let out a deep breath and moved closer.

“Spock” you breathed, not sure what to say and having a hundred questions at the tip of your tongue. "How are you?” was the first you asked

“I am well, (Y/N). The doctors insisted I stayed the night to ensure that my condition does not become worse” you nodded and came closer, taking his hand, pressing a kiss to it as you sat down on the edge of the bed. To your delight, he squeezed your hand.

“What happened? To you, I mean?” he explained how on the mission his side was impaled by a piece of metal and that McCoy didn’t have the correct equipment to properly treat him. “At least you’re safe” you ran your free hand through his hair. “When did you even get back?”

“4.2 hours ago”

“That was… that was when the attack happened” he agreed and said it was them who played a great role in stopping them. “Oh so that big ship that destroyed the central plaza was you, the Franklin?”

“Indeed”

“And what about the Enterprise?”

“She has been destroyed”

“Oh no. What about the crew? Are they safe?”

“We have not yet been able to ascertain who has survived the attack on the Enterprise and who lost their life, however, I am certain that at least 350 people have survived”

“Out of 428 that’s still a lot that could have died”

“Besides, I also know of at least 16 casualties from the crew” you gave a nod

“And what now? I mean is your mission over? The Enterprise is gone”

“We do not know yet but it is certain that we will remain her for longer than the originally scheduled 12 days of shore leave”

“Well, then we got more time to do something as long as we’re here. And I get to see you longer. Ha that visit was worth it” you leant down to kiss his forehead. “Now we just gotta make sure you’ll be on your feet as soon as possible because I have lot planned for the next days”

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[captainpikeswoman]

Heyyy can I have Bones AOS (Yes I love this bitter and angry man) trying to comfort you because you're sad and end up breaking down crying and unfortunately for Bones he's the only one there

Ok but this happened to me at work the other day and my boss just freaked out! Hope you like it!

AOS Bones trying to comfort you would include:

-Dr McCoy knows his staff well, and you’re one of his very best medical team practitioners! So when one day you’re a bit subdued and quiet he instantly knows somethings wrong.

-he takes his responsibility to his team very seriously. He genuinely cares about your physical and mental well-being, he wants you happy and efficient, not upset and feeling low, which evidently you are. So when things are a bit quiet in the Medbay and all the others that work in the Sickbay have gone on a lunch break he calls you into his office and turns the privacy indicators on so that you won’t be disturbed.

-he doesn’t sit across the desk from you. No, he sits beside you and maintains gentle eye contact as he explains why he’s called you in, that he just wants to make sure that you’re ok.

-what he didn’t anticipate however, was that the minute he asked you if you were ok you’d burst into tears. And not ‘pretty’ controlled crying, but full on sobs and going bright red crying.

-he was caught a bit unawares. So it took him a moment to gather himself, but once he had he grabbed the tissues off his desk and put a few into your hands. He does mentally kick himself for allowing the other Sickbay staff to all go for lunch at one time. He feels a bit awkward when there’s nothing visibly wrong that he can patch up, but he takes a deep breath and thinks about what he’d like to have if he was feeling low.

-he does also do a quick medical scan to make sure you’re ok, and it comes back all good apart from obvious signs of stress and fatigue which he knows well enough how to treat.

-when your breathing started to get irregular, or a bit shaky, he took one of your hands and placed it over his heart and guided you through some deep breaths until your breathing evened out. It was only then that he asked what had caused this upset?

-as you talked he listened intently, but what you didn’t notice was that his fingers were wrapped gently around your wrist so he could take your pulse as he still held your hand to his chest.

-once you’d finished speaking he let go of your hand and pulled you into a gentle hug. It didn’t last long, but it was just enough to help you feel more grounded.

-if the issue was something that Bones could help with then he absolutely would! And if not he’d suggest a course of action that might help.

-either way, he ended up giving you the rest of the day off with the promise that he’d come along to your quarters later to check on you, but that if you needed him before you should call and he’d come.

-even after you’d spoken Bones was still a bit concerned about the whole outburst, so he sent a message to Jim and Spock- he didn’t reveal anything you’d said, he’d never betray yours or anyone’s trust like that- but he wanted them to be aware that you were a bit stressed and not feeling top notch, both of them promised to check in on you too at different times, just to make sure you were ok.

-when Bones visited you later on he insisted that you should have dinner together, he made sure you ate well. And if you needed him to stay longer then he did so, not just because it’s his job but because he genuinely cares about you. He just wants to make sure that you’re ok.

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[lenievi]

12 Days of Spones - day 3

prompt: cookies

Set after Journey to Babel. Established relationship. I wrote this in like two sittings on Sunday, without too much questioning or rethinking, so it’s just very sweet (at least I think it’s sweet :D). ~900 words. [ao3 link]

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McCoy leaned into the fingers gently massaging the back of his scalp, letting out a sigh.

The fingers withdrew, and he immediately missed them.

“Doctor, you should not be sleeping at the desk,” Spock said.

McCoy raised his head, just enough to look up at Spock. “Why’re you even here?”

“You did not come to my cabin…”

McCoy frowned. “Yes, but your parents…”

“My parents have their own quarters,” Spock said and sat down on the other side of the table, putting his hand on a small dark green box decorated with gold lines McCoy was sure hadn’t been there when he fell asleep.

“But don’t you want to spend the evening with them?” McCoy straightened up and yawned, rubbing his neck.

“That isn’t necessary. There will be other evenings. This day is reserved…” Spock stopped as if he realized that he’d said too much, and McCoy blamed his sleepiness for not understanding sooner.

Life on a starship was unpredictable and both of them were busy people with their own jobs and research, so when they had decided to… to start this thing between them, they established they’d meet every fourth day; unless the ship was locked in mortal combat or McCoy was in surgery. They ended up meeting more often than that, so when Sarek had been released today – on a day reserved for their meeting – McCoy didn’t think anything would happen if he let Spock spend some time with his parents outside of the sickbay. 

Spock, as it seemed, had another idea.

McCoy smiled and said, “You can just say you want to spend the evening with me.”

“I believe that should be obvious,” Spock said in a flat tone. “You don’t have to look so pleased about it, Leonard.”

“Oh, no, I will,” McCoy said and took pleasure from Spock’s annoyance. “So what’s in the box?”

Spock’s expression softened. “Mother brought it from Vulcan.” Spock opened the lid and showed the box toward McCoy.

It was full of light and rectangle-shaped food that McCoy would liken to shortbread cookies. They were thin and wide, and Vulcan symbols were imprinted along the edges. Vulcans, contrary to some common misconceptions that McCoy used to hold as well, liked beautiful things, and while the writing could have carried a deeper meaning, it made the cookies less plain and more pleasing to the eye.

“They go well with yon’kur tea,” Spock said. “Mother also gave me a fresh can of the tea.” Spock pointed to the left side of the box.

“Are you going to prepare it?” McCoy asked. It had been some time since they drank it last, for the starbases they visited in the last months hadn’t carried any Vulcan food or drinks Spock cared for.

“Do you want me to?”

In his mind, McCoy could see the familiar scene. Spock taking out the tea set he kept in McCoy’s quarters for such an occasion. Measuring the exact temperature, the exact amount of leaves, his eyes never leaving the teapot and cups, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Selfishly, McCoy thought that it was a part of Spock that only he knew, that only he was privy to, and he enjoyed watching Spock so focused, so precise, making something just for him and no one else.

He suppressed a yawn, disappointed in himself for missing the opportunity to watch Spock today, after such a long time. “Tomorrow?” he asked and could not stop the yawn again. “I’ll taste it though,” he said and took a piece from the box.

It had a spicy aroma, one he was sure he’d smelled from another Vulcan tea, but one he couldn’t place. When he bit into it, it had a nice crunch, and it was softer than he’d expected. To his surprise and delight, it wasn’t sweet at all.

He glanced at Spock who was watching him with something akin to soft eyes. At least McCoy liked to think that, for there were still days when he couldn’t believe that Spock would want to be with him. Would choose to be with him. And Spock coming here tonight, sharing a present his mother had given him… it was almost too much. Too much to believe, too much to… He looked away, the warmth spreading through his body. 

He put the rest of the cookie into his mouth.

“‘s good,” he said and rose to his feet.

Before he could move further from the desk, Spock stood and grasped his wrist, stopping him. Spock’s fingers were warm, too warm, circling around McCoy’s flesh, his thumb brushing across his radial artery. McCoy raised his head, his eyes flickering between Spock’s lips and eyes, and then he let his head fall forward, leaning his forehead against Spock’s shoulder, breathing in his unique scent.

Spock’s other hand pressed against McCoy’s lower back, just laying there, warm, and McCoy let out a deep breath.

It was the first day he was alone with Spock since the surgery. He knew it was successful, he knew Spock was alive, but so many things could have gone wrong. He raised his hand and dug his fingers into Spock’s back, snuggling closer.

“Leonard…”

“Take me to bed?” McCoy whispered.

And Spock did. 

They undressed, and Spock laid on his back, waiting for McCoy to lay next to him. McCoy brushed his lips against Spock’s and put his head on Spock’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

Before he fell into sleep, he could feel Spock’s fingers carding through his hair. He leaned into the pressure, and the fingers stayed.

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yon’kur means “red” according to VLD

#12daysofspones #spones #Leonard McCoy #spock #star trek tos #my writing #i feel that if i don't post it now i won't post it ever lol #whenever something leans into fluff i'm always so unsure if i want to make it public or not lol #there's like a shift in the second half but well... life is like that sometimes #unless a miracle happens this is my last contribution lol #(i could potentially publish another part of my wip which would be a nice mirror to this little thing because it has them drinking the same #tea :D but it's from spock's pov) #but probably not

[gayspock]

top 5 spock looks??? (i don't know him but he has to have 5)

OMG YES YES YES- okay other than his standard outfit (bc I think it's icnic, of course, and he looks so GOOD! in blue) MY TOP 5 FAVES, ACTUALLY ORDERED BC IM OBSESSED

5. His gangster suit from A Piece of the Action

I'm usually not a fan of brown suits but his hat means everything to me. Also the way it matches with Jim. Also, also, also it's one of my favourite TOS episodes in general- idc, anyone can kill me for it, but it's my favourite comedic one and I think it's way better than the Tribbles episode<3. ALso, also, also, also him with the big stupid gun that finishes the whole look is brilliant.

4. The little beanie he wore in The City on the Edge of Forever

I will say- I DO prefer Jim's look, with the flannel. But literally this look places here because of the beanie. The rest of it is also nice, I will say- underneath the coat at least, he's wearing a cute little button down... What I DO wish though, is that he was wearing a sensible little sweater to go with the beanie. That would really make my day. With the button down poking out underneath? Stop it... That's everything.

3. Hooded Cape and Waistcoat from The Return of the Archons Okay so the thing is, I DID almost not put this one and instead I put the TOS movie uniforms (because he looks super good in red) because this is very similar to my number one pick, but like... Right it does serve too much cunt for me not to use it, yah?

Like the fucking cape- the hood... And the way it's not just a hood, but like squared off like that? With all the gathering fabric? Literally he did not need to do that much. AND THEN WHEN IT COMES OFF? AND HE'S IN THAT DAPPER LITTLE WAISTCOAT LOOKING OH SO SENSIBLE? CRAZY. IM CRAZY FOR IT.

2. Sparkly Toga from Plato's Stepchildren

I know there's mixed opinions on this ep... Shan't get into all that mess<3. But his fucking OUTFIT in this... ATE. LEFT NO FUCKING CRUMBS. I would post a full length one to show off just how short it is, bc that is of course INTEGRAL to this look but this exact screenshot is like... Everything and more to me. So I have to use it.

1. His "Honey, I'm home!" look from The Motion Picture

IT HAD TO BE THIS ONE. IT HAD TO BE. ITS NOT JUST THE GOTH LOOK. THE ALL BLACK CAPE. THE MOVEMENT OF IT AS HE WALKS. ITS WHAT IT REPRESENTS. ITS THE CONTEXT OF THE THING. BESTIE DISAPPEARS FOR YEARS TO UNDERGO THE KOLINAHR RITUAL AND PURGE ALL EMOTION. ABORTS IT LAST MOMENT BECAUSE THAT GIRLIE THERE WAS LIKE "GO AWAY YOURE GAY. YOUR SOULMATE, LOVER, BESTIE, ETC. NEEDS YOU." AND HES LIKE KNEELING THERE IN THE FUCKING DIRT LOOKING ALL A MESS. SO HES LIKE. :/. AND SO OF COURSE... OF COURSE BESTIE, DESPITE THE SEVERITY OF THIS WHOLE SITUATION, AND FACT THAT THERE IS AN UNKNOWN ENTITY HURTLING TOWARDS EARTH ON THE DAMN WARPATH, HAS TO GO STOP OFF FOR A MAKEOVER TO IMPRESS AND THEN WHEN THE BASTARD WALKS IN HE LITERALLY IGNORES EVERYONE POINT BLANK. LIKE OH I DONT CARE ABOUT THIS ACTUALLY. LIKE IF YOU DID NOT CARE WOULD YOU COME IN AND EAT IT UP HM? NO. YOU WOULDNT. GOD. GOD FUCKING BLESS.

Honourable mentions, however, go to: - When he's just in his little black undershirt. Whore. - Mirror!Spock. Not spock but very shiny and the facial hair fucks. - His little spocket booties - the tos spacesuit. looks like dogshit and it means a lot to me. its just not here bc i think chekov looked even funnier in it and i dont want to take that away from him - his little yellow jumper number, from the unaired pilot (and potentially? also? the menagerie flashbacks? can't remember if it was in that too)

#egg yells back #antonbf

[write-orflight]

Settle Down: Chapter 2

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev -  Next

Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)  

Rating: M

Words: 2K

Warnings: SMUT!! (fingering, sexual content, small breeding kink i guess), cursing. things of that nature

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

AN: Unedited. This chapter has smut, not intense smut but it is to further the plot. comment on this chapter or message for taglist. much love Cia!

 Chapter 2: Would it help if I dressed up like Spock?

You never want to thank serial killers for anything but you were slightly grateful that they decided to chill for a week. You and Spencer didn’t really want to have to put this off another month and you very well couldn’t go to Hotch like “you mind if Spencer sits this case out so he can knock me up?” 

You decided that you wouldn’t tell the team what you guys were doing until you were at least 4 months pregnant, which getting Garcia to keep it a secret was proving to be its own task. You thankfully had been able to intercept her before she could tell Derek. 

Spencer was over every night after work now, cuddling you on your couch watching a new Disney movie. For a man who seemed to know everything, his classic children movie knowledge was lacking. Right now, you guys were watching Ratatouille. He was sitting on the couch and you were on the floor beneath him between his legs, his hand aimlessly raking through your hair. You were on the verge of purring like a cat. You had forgotten how it felt to be comfortable around someone. 

“I don’t understand. If this movie is supposed to be about a rodent in a gourmet restaurant. Why is he making a peasant dish?” 

“It’s called Ratatouille. Why do you think?” You say, looking up at him. “It’s a pun.” 

He smiles down at you. “Well, it’s a play on words. Not a pun.” 

“Whatever, nerd.” You go to turn your attention back to the screen but his hand slides from your scalp to around your chin, forcing your head to stay up. 

“Tomorrow’s the day, you know.” Spencer says. 

“Trust me, I know.” You say. 

“Are you…. nervous?” He asks, eyes kind of shifting. 

“You don't make me nervous, Spencer.” You say, turning so you can look at him fully. “But something tells me you are. Tell me what’s bothering you.” 

“It’s just…. Idontwantittobebadforyou.” He rushes out. 

You look confused for a second before you realize what he’s saying to you. “Oh, Spencer you don’t have to worry about that.” You say, tapping him on the leg. “After all, you are kinda the only one it needs to be good for.”  

“Actually some studies have been showing that women are more likely to become pregnant if they also achieve orgasm.”  

“Now that’s something I didn’t know.” 

“I just… it just feels selfish. You’re not getting anything out of it.” 

“But I am getting something out of it, Spence. The best thing, our kid.” You laugh. “That’s what we’re doing this for, right?” 

He hesitates slightly. “Y-Yea, it is. Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

“Hey, it’s alright. Caring if I orgasm already puts you above like 90% of the guys I’ve fucked.” You shrug. “Now, shut up. I’m trying to watch Remy.” You say, turning your attention but to the kitchen antics on the screen before you. 

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You had been antsy all day. Penelope tried to pry out of you what was making you so jittery but you never told her. As far as Penny was concerned, you and Spencer were going through the clinic. She didn’t need to know the details of how you were getting pregnant. 

After work, you and Spencer piled into your car and drove to your house. Once inside, Spencer waited in the living room while you went to the bathroom and took an ovulation test. Not exactly the sexiest thing to set the mood but what are you gonna do? You come out some time later brandishing the test before tossing it in the trash. 

“Well, I’m ovulating.” You say. “How are you feeling?” 

“F-Fine.” He stutters before clearing his throat. “I’m fine.” 

“Ok so you’re clearly not fine.” You say. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re having doubts. We can wait as long as you need.” 

“No, I’m fine, just nervous.” 

“This is probably the wrong time to ask but you’ve…. Done this before right?” 

He looks at you incredulously. “Christ, Y/N. I’m not a Virgin.” He exclaims. You hold your hands up in surrender. “It’s just weird. You’re my coworker.” 

“We can pretend I’m someone else if you want. Like I’m someone from the bar? Or where do you even meet girls? The library? Comic con? Pen gave me a Star Trek shirt last year. Would it help if I dressed up like Spock?—“ 

“Can I just kiss you?” He cuts you off. “Can we start there?” 

Your face can’t help but soften at that. “Yea, Spencer. That’s fine.” You say, stepping into his space. You feel his hand cradle your face before he leans in kissing you softly. You go at his speed for a while, slowly letting your tongues meet in the middle as you wound your hands into his hair. Soon a gasp is leaving you as you feel hands circling your waist pulling you closer as his kisses become rougher. Soon, you find yourself pressed against your wall. You let out a small yelp not expecting that at all. Spencer slots a leg in between yours, rubbing it against your clothed sex slightly. You groan when you feel his erection against your hip. Spencer’s now kissing you extremely rough. His hand drifts from it’s hold on your hip to the bottom of your jaw, fingers spreading slightly so he's almost gripping your neck like he wants to but is trying to hold back for right now. You’re a little surprised at that, you would’ve never thought Spencer Reid was into that. He pulls away for a second, hand still on your jaw looking at you with hooded eyes. 

“Bedroom?” He asks. You nod. 

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The two of you didn’t even have time to have an awkward moment because as soon as you’re in your room behind the closed door Spencer is on you, his lips finding your neck and that spot behind your earlobe that makes you moan. You reach to start unbuttoning his shirt, he helps you and you feel the slight smirk against your jaw. As soon as he’s undressed, you take off your clothes and sit on the bed. You look up and see Spencer still standing up at the end of it, watching you. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“Nothing.” He says. “You’re just- you’re beautiful, Y/N.”  

You don’t like the way your heart flutters at that. You need to get a grip and remember this is just a one time thing, a business interaction. 

“So do something about it.” You say. 

Spencer is on top of you at the speed of light, trailing kisses down your neck and chest. You moan loudly, back lifting off the bed when his lips circle around your nipple, fingers playing with the neglected one. He looks at you softly as he starts to pull your underwear down. His fingers ghost above your sex, waiting for your permission. You nod, moaning when you feel the first digit slides across your wet folds. You had thought about Spencer’s hands before but nothing could prepare you for how they’d actually feel inside you. He says nothing, just gently pumps the two fingers inside you, smirking at how much you’re falling apart under him. It’s somehow hotter than when guys talk to you in bed. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the line you had set for yourself as you get closer to the edge. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you were. Your moans got more and more loud as you felt yourself falling over the edge, praising Spencer’s name all the while. He still says nothing, just studies you with a look of wonderment crossing his face as you ride out your orgasm. 

“You ready?” He asks. You nod, helping him pull off his boxers before he settles in the space between your legs. You feel the tip of his member press against you before he looks you in the eye again, silently asking for permission. You push back against him, granting it. The two of you groan loudly at the feeling as he presses inside of you. Spencer gives you time to adjust to his length, he was definitely a lot bigger than you thought he was going to be, then again you never really thought about any of your coworkers genitalia before. You nod when you're ready and he starts moving, slow at first but quickly picking up pace when he hears the groans and moans escaping your body unintentionally.   

“Fuck, Spencer. R-Right there.” You stutter out, Spencer moves your legs higher up on his waist as he started fucking you faster, hitting that spot inside you nearly every thrust. You went into this expecting nothing, really just the most mediocre sex possible. Which was fine, you were only doing this for your baby. You certainly weren’t expecting Spencer to actually be good at this. But here you were, moaning like a pornstar underneath the man she didn’t even like just weeks ago. 

“Fuck,  Y/N.” He moaned, head dropping into your neck. You could feel him panting into your ear. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so tight, baby.” 

You don’t know where that baby came from but you were too caught up in it to care. Your moans get louder and louder and Spencer drops a hand to your sex, rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves that had your back arching off the bed. You were so unbelievably close you and Spencer could tell by the scratches you left down his back. He placed a small bite on the small patch of flesh behind your earlobe and that was all it took back over the edge for the second time that night. You felt Spencer’s thrust start to falter shortly after.  

“Shit, you feel so good, Y/N.” He groans into your ear. “Fuck.” 

You knew it wasn’t wise and if you could take it back you would. But you got swept up in the moment and still reeling from the two orgasms you had that you turned your head and whispered directly into Spencer’s ear. 

“Give me your baby, Spence.” 

Spencer’s leans his head up to look at you now, an almost feral look crossing his face as he starts fucking you harder. Looking you so intensely in your eyes. He brings a hand up to your neck squeezing the sides slightly and gripping your head so you can’t even look anywhere else if you wanted to. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you?” He says, fucking you impossibly hard. You moan loudly, gripping his wrist attached to the hand around your neck. “Fuck, I’m gonna--” He cuts off, and you watch him shake as he releases inside of you, thrusting shallowly as he rides out his orgasm. 

A minute passes and he separates from you, placing another pillow under your hips. “I’ve seen some studies say it’s better to keep the hips propped up for five minutes after sex to increase chances of fertilization.”  He says. “I’ll be right back.” 

He leaves you alone in the room for a second and you decide to spend that time gathering your thoughts. This could not be good. Spencer just gave you the best sex of your life for what most likely, was going to be a one time thing. You don’t even know how to go about working with him and raising this child knowing what he was like in the sack. This was a bad idea, but it was also a little too late now. 

He comes back in with a cold water bottle, prompting you to drink it which you happily accept. He goes and runs a hand softly through your sweatshined hair. 

“Sorry for… doing that, I know you said it wasn’t necessary before but you seemed close and it felt cruel to just not.” You look at him confused for a second before you realize what he’s saying. 

“Are you…. Apologizing for making me cum?” You ask. Spencer looks down awkwardly for a second. “Spencer, trust me it’s fine. In fact, it’s more than fine. Thank you for this. I know it was less than ideal for you.” 

Spencer playfully ruffles your hair. “It was not as bad as I thought it would be.” 

You roll your eyes at that. “Gee, thanks Casablanca.” 

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He laughs. “I should get going.” 

“It’s already late. You could just… stay if you want.” 

“I don’t want to impose--” He starts but you cut him off. 

“Spencer, stay with me.” You say again, looking him in the eyes. “Please.” 

He looks at you back for a second, decoding if you were serious before nodding and crawling into the bed next to you. You immediately turn and toss an arm over his torso. 

“Goodnight, Spencer.” You say. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says back. 

You can almost swear you feel a kiss at the top of your forehead before you drift off but you’re so tired. 

 You probably hallucinated it. 

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A Vulcan Smile Part Four

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“They couldn’t have found a planet for this?” Leonard grumbled to Jim as he made their way off the ship. “The Alpha Quadrant’s a big place.” 

The docking bay was filled with conversation as Enterprise crew members disembarked and security and maintenance workers went about their business. Below that was the low hum of the machinery that kept the station running, only slightly different from the hum of the Enterprise. Leonard longed for a shore leave on a planet that had no hum and had conversations that weren’t about jefferies tubes or Vulcan diplomacy. 

“Dad!” 

Both Leonard and Jim’s heads swiveled in the direction of the shout, their faces contorting with confusion as they watched Joanna sprint across the space station's docking bay. Leonard got his barings just in time to catch her when she jumped at him. He held her tightly in his arms and looked around for a clue as to what she was doing this far from home. His eyes landed on you, just a few paces from him. 

“Looks like it’s not that big,” Jim commented. 

Leonard set Joanna back down on her feet, still looking at you. “I was under the impression that you would be watching Joanna on Alpha Centauri.” 

“Plans changed,” you stated simply. 

“Taking a child off world without the permission of her parent isn’t a change of plans, it's a kidnapping,” he argued. 

“Do you ever get tired of over reacting?” you asked without expecting an answer. “I got Donna’s permission. I tried to get yours but the subspace message wouldn’t go through. But even if that weren’t the case, don’t you think I would put a little more effort into avoiding you if I had kidnapped your child?” 

“Sorry I underplayed your criminal prowess,” he said sarcastically. 

“I’m here for the conference,” you explained. 

“It’s a four day conference.” 

“The man can count. Why Jocelyn ever left you-” 

“She has school on Monday,” he reminded you. 

“That won’t be a problem.” You looked around him as Joanna started to wander off. “She was suspended. Excuse me.” You left the conversation to follow Joanna. 

Leonard turned to continue the argument but stopped when he saw Joanna standing in front of Spock. Jim watched on, doing nothing to fight off the smile growing on his face as the scene played out in front of him.

“Dif-tor heh smusma,” she greeted, getting his attention with a Vulcan salute. 

“Sochya eh dif,” he responded, returning the gesture. 

“Are you Mr. Spock?” 

“I am. Who are you?”

“Joanna McCoy. I’m a friend of your sisters,” she answered. 

“I see. Is that why your Vulcan pronunciation is impeccable?” 

The girl nodded so enthusiastically that her hair bounced around her shoulders. “I’m the best human in my class!” 

“That does not surprise me. You seem to be a smart young woman.” 

“Making friends, Spock?” Jim asked as the three of you joined him. 

“I believe I am.” He looked up from Joanna. “I find her company to be far preferable to that of her father’s.” 

“Wish I could say the same thing about your family members, Spock,” Leonard said, sending a glare your way. 

“Did you just admit to enjoying Spock’s company?” you asked with a sly smile. 

“That’s what I heard,” Jim agreed. 

Your smile turned into a grin as you leaned around Leonard to finally take a good look at the man with him. Your eyes darted down to the sleeve of his uniform then back up to his bright eyes and smile that was just short of mischievous.

“I take it you’re Captain Kirk?” you asked.

“Last time I checked.” 

“It’s an honor to meet you. I’ve heard great things.” You held out your hand for him to shake and all three men stared at it. Jim looked back at your face for a moment, judging your expression to check that this wasn’t some sort of diplomatic trap, before taking your hand. 

“As have I,” he said brightly, releasing your hand. 

“Oh, have you?” You looked at Leonard out of the corner of your eye. 

“Not from me,” he defended. 

“Well, I know it wasn’t from Spock.” 

“There is no way for you to know that,” Spock stated. 

“Alright what have you told them about me?” 

“That you are my sister and that you are a teacher,” he answered. 

“Great things,” you echoed sarcastically, checking your watch. “We need to go. We’re going to be late.” You gestured for Joanna to follow you. 

“Not so fast. We have a lot to talk about,” Leonard said pointedly, his hand going to Joanna’s shoulder before you could walk off with her. 

A flicker of sympathy ran through you, seeing the anger and sadness peaking through his expression. You knew it was hard to be so seperated from someone you loved that you only got glimpses of what their lives were like. You started to feel a twinge of guilt about dropping the bomb of her suspension the way you had. But you had other things to be doing. These were emotions to be dealt with at a later time. 

“We do and there will be more than enough time to talk about it tonight when we are both done working.” You quickly gave him the information for your temporary quarters and began to strode off the way you had come. Joanna gave a hasty good bye to each of the men before racing after you.

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