#you can’t convince me that starfleet just gave them uniforms they have replicators

[lokilenchen]

Dancing alone in their quarters, lost in a bubble of space and time, being just Jim and Leonard and not the Captain and CMO of the Enterprise

#mckirk #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #yes they are wearing starfleet hoodies/jackets so what they are comfortable #you can’t convince me that starfleet just gave them uniforms they have replicators #if my former school can customize hoodies then starfleet can do that too #star trek #star trek aos #dancing #my art #mckirk fanart #my favorite boys

[my-fanfiction-account]

If It Means That Much

Hello! I really wanted to Spones(Spock/Leonard "Bones" McCoy) so I reached out to this tumblr chat I am in and @bangtanbambi gave me a prompt! Well, two, but I chose to do this one!

Prompt: Spock does McCoy's makeup.

Warnings: old married couple vibes? It's mostly fluff.

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McCoy got out of the shower and looked at his hands. They had become worse since he woke up. He was shaking. He couldn't do this with shaking hands. Everyone would laugh at him. He's a doctor and yet his hands were shaking.

McCoy huffed as he walked out and got his uniform on. He saw Spock fully dressed. He even had his make-up on. Spock was reading in a chair, one leg crossed over, drink in hand. Knowing Spock it was most likely some kind of tea. Also, knowing Spock, he was probably reading up on the topics of the expo they were going to. McCoy and Spock were here to give speaches.

McCoy was supposed to talk about his technique during microsurgery and Spock was supposed to give a talk on the properties of red matter and it's possible uses. As usual, Spock was calm, cool, collected. McCoy was less so, he hated public speaches.

Spock seemed to notice McCoy watching him. He looked up and looked at him for a moment before setting his padd down. McCoy took a deep breath. He could tell. the Vulcan alread knew something was up.

"Leonard? Are you alright?" Spock asked. McCoy asked him to call him Leo but Spock wouldn't part with his full first name unless one or both were on duty. McCoy fought the urge to banter. He didn't want to and he needed Spock's help.

"I'm nervous. A little too nervous. Would you mind doing my makeup?" McCoy asked. Spock blinked and stood up, before walking up to him. Spock had the air that every move was precise and deliberate. With Spock, it probably was. But it made every move graceful, and made McCoy's heart flutter a little.

"Leonard, you are an excellent doctor. I have read of other ways of microsurgery. Your method is, by far, the most effective that I have observed." Spock said. If McCoy hadn't known the Vulcan, he would say that his voice sounded cold, or, at the least, sounded blank. But Spock was missing the point.

"I don't doubt my skills as a doctor, Spock." McCoy said a little more harshly than he meant to. McCoy walked around Spock and sat down at the table. "It's public speaking. Every time I do one of these things my hands shake badly. And if they shake on stage then a lot of people are gonna think I can't do surgery. That's fixable. I can just grabbed the podium or keep them behind my back, what I can't do is makeup." McCoy said and put his elbows on his knees as he flapped his hands about. Spock when to the replicator and began to order.

"If I go out there with shakey hand and shakey makeup they aren't going to believe that it's just the public speaking. I'll be mocked and reported to Starfleet. They launch an investigation and everyone who is a part if it will learn that the CMO of the Enterprise is afraid of talking to a crowd." McCoy said. Spock picked up the medium-sized box from the replicator.

"If it means that much to you, I will." Spock said. He sat the box beside McCoy. "Please sit up straight and tilt your head back." Spock said. McCoy sat up and tilted his head back as he was told. Spock began applying a liquid base with sponge. McCoy always did it with his hands but, then again, he knew why Spock wouldn't.

"I did not mean to imply that you should doubt your skills or that anyone will. I only wished to sooth your nerves..." Spock trailed. He seemed uncertain about something. That was rare for him. McCoy briefly wondered if he too hated public speaking. But that was illogical. Which only meant that Spock would never admit it.

"What?" McCoy asked. But he would be hard pressed if he acted like he didn't notice that hanging sentence. Spock paused for a moment before taking a deep breath. Was Spock actually going to tell him?

"I do not like being around or in front more than three people at any given moment." Spock said. McCoy didn't process it at first. Spock was now on eyeliner. "I believe humans call it social anxiety." Spock added. McCoy didn't know what to say. Spock clearly didn't seem like it.

"How do you get around it?" McCoy asked. Spock looked at the eyeliner and seemed to reach out slowly, so that he could pull away or protest. McCoy didn't do either.

"I am not a severe case. Only on rare occasions can I not convince myself that the interaction is necessary and is part of a mission. On those occasions, I say that I am in an experiment, then I proceed to conduct that experiment." Spock said as he carefully drew on the eyeliner. McCoy was impressed. And it certainly made a lot of sense.

"I disclosed this information so that you could try to adopt my method. Act like everyone in that room are, for whatever reason, in need of microsurgery. That they are merely your patients, and you, their doctor." Spock said as he pulled out an eyeshadow brush. McCoy closed his eyes so that Spock could apply it. McCoy really hadn't thought of it like that. It couldn't hurt.

"That sounds like a good idea." McCoy said. He knew he didn't need to say it. Especially not with Spock touching him, but he wanted to. He didn't praise Spock enough for putting up with him and helping him. And with that thought, and his nerves soothed, of course he suddenly became aware that Spock was standing so close to him, leaning over him. Which probably wasn't comfortable or good for his back. "Do you need me to stand up?" McCoy asked. He's a doctor that's all. That's all he was officially allowed to be until the paperwork was through. Spock's hands were gone and his space was emptied. McCoy opened his eyes.

"If you wouldn't mind." Spock said. McCoy stood up and watched Spock's look of concentration as he stepped back into McCoy's bubble. Even how focused his eyes were as he guided McCoy's mouth open so that he could apply lipstick. McCoy was technically on duty, now. He had to be out the door in two minutes. But that didn't stop him from wanting a good bye kiss. Spock quickly pulled back and landed a look on him.

"We do not have the time. It takes four to five minutes for the makeup to set." Spock said as he capped the lipstick and put it in the box. McCoy gave him a half smile.

"I can be a little late." McCoy tried to bargin. Spock closed the box and turned to him with an arched eyebrow. Spock held up two fingers. A comprise. He knew an order when he saw one. McCoy gave him a frown. "Yes, Commander." McCoy said and press his fingers to Spock's. Spock was a stickler for rules while on duty. McCoy then turned and walked away. It was McCoy's mission to make either Spock late or let himself be late because of Spock. He smiled to himself as he saw himself on a reflective wall. Spock did a good job. He may have to ask Spock to do his makeup more often.

#Spones #leonard h. mccoy #Spock #spock/mccoy

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

For Years

Jim Kirk x Plus Size!Reader

Warning: asshats being assholes

A/N: Commission for @storiesofthefandomlovers

Summary: You have always been a big girl, a constant reminder in your life. When one day the snark remarks become too much, Jim confesses his feelings for you.

The lounge room was quiet when you walked in with a tray of ‘fake food’ - what you fondly called the product the food replicator produced. It had been a long shift in Medbay and all you wanted to do was eat dinner and possibly sleep for a few hours. Gazing around the room, you saw Amy who worked on the Bridge - she had been friendly and often the two of you would chitchat in the corridors whenever you saw each other. Amy smiled and waved you over, so you took a seat across from her and asked how her day went.

“Bridge was pretty quiet today, but boy, that Captain of ours is a sight for sore eyes,” Amy winked and you laughed. “I wonder if he’s seeing anyone.”

Her inquiring had you looking down at your tray of burger and fries, because you hoped there was no answer. Jim and you were good friends, had been since the Academy. He was extremely kind and funny and handsome and all these things you wanted in a man, but it was strictly platonic. There was no way he’d be slightly into you, not when there was an endless amount of perfectly fit woman on board the Enterprise.

“Who knows..” you mumbled, taking a bit of a fry.

Amy, eyeing your demeanor, smirked. “Don’t tell me you have a crush on Jim? That’s cute, but..”

Your eyes snapped up from the plate and you gave her a look that dared her to go on - she didn’t, but you knew where she was going. It was something you had heard all your life - you were too big, too fat, too everything. Sure, you weren’t the skinniest person, but when your parents had a habit of pointing that out, it certainly had gotten to you.

When you joined Starfleet, you were sure those days of fat jokes and insensitivity were over, but you were wrong. It was little snarky remark here and there, and one time it had gone too far in the main dining hall.

...

Two guys were laughing as you passed by with a tray of food - it had been a long, exhausting day of classes and you hadn’t gotten a chance to eat. So after getting two servings of mash potatoes with roast beef, you had looked around for a table and saw one, with just a man sitting alone. Sighing, you had walked past the two, but one had called out to you.

“Hey you wanna go out on a date tonight?”

“Yeah,” the other had chimed in, holding back a laugh. “He use to live on a farm, so he’s use to feeding cows.”

Your hands tightened on the tray, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of crying, but then a hand came up to your shoulder and a man was suddenly next to you, taking the tray from your hands.

“Sorry, babe, I was running late. What’s going on?”

Looking over the man, you saw how attractive he was and the smile on his face - it was sweet and genuine. He looked down at the tray and whistled, saying the food you had selected looked good.

“Why don’t you go seat next to Bones, I just have to talk to these two fellas for a sec,” he said, pointing to the table you had eyed earlier. When you didn’t move, he grinned and nodded. “Tell Bones I’ll be right over.”

So you did, walking away feeling a little dazed. When you got to the table, the man looked up from his food, then over to where his friend stood and smiled at you.

“Take a seat, kid,” he ordered and when you did, he asked if you were okay. “You look a little off, feeling sick? Have you eaten anything today?”

All you could do was shake your head no.

“You gotta eat, darlin’,” he urged, giving you a stern smile. “I’m Leonard McCoy and you are?”

You told him your name and he shook your hand, asking if you wanted a bit of his roast beef.

“I have her food here, Bones,” the handsome blond said, taking a seat next to you. He placed the tray in front of you and smiled. “Sorry if it’s cold now, I can go get you more?”

“No, no,” you quickly said, waving a hand in the air. “Thank you, I mean, you know, for dealing with those guys.”

His eyes softened and he shrugged. “They were being assholes, believe me.”

“Well, nonetheless,” you said softly. “Thank you…”

“Jim,” he replied, holding out his hand. “I’m Jim Kirk.”

...

“Just say it, Amy.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she explained, but you knew better. Knew she was going to make some remark about your weight and how Jim wouldn’t like you like that. It was the same shit, different person, different place, always you.

“Whatever, I have to go,” you grumbled, standing up and leaving the tray on the table, because suddenly you couldn't stomach food or the sight of Amy.

She tried to protest, but her words were unheard as you left the room, walking toward the turbolift, but as you drew closer your stomach started to growl. You were hungry, plain and simple, your body wanted food, but there was no way you were going back into the lounge for your tray. So you sighed and turned around back toward the cafeteria to get another food - trying to convince yourself to get a salad.

The place wasn’t completely empty, but there was no line as you walked up to a replicator and started to type in a salad when you heard someone whispering behind you. Not thinking much of it, you stood there battling between a salad and a burger with fries when someone said something to you.

“Pardon me?”

“I said, back for seconds already?”

You had recognized the man’s face from earlier, he was in the cafeteria when you ordered your first round of food and you sighed, feeling extremely put off.

“Come on,” you griped, not caring if you were drawing attention to yourself. “Does it make you feel better? Picking on me?”

The man fell silent and you smirked. “That’s what I thought and you know what? I’m gonna have a burger and fries, if that’s okay with you?”

Your voice echoed in the room and that’s when the doors slid open and Jim walked in, Bones trailing behind him. The two were laughing about something, but the pleasant expressions on their faces fell when they noticed the tension in the room.

“What the hell’s going on?”

Leonard barked out, staring everyone down. Jim patted his shoulder and walked over to where you stood, his eyes following your death stare. He sighed and put a hand on your shoulder, asking if everything was okay. You weren’t sure if it was this jerk of a man or Amy’s comments or just a lifetime of shaming that had finally gotten to you, but you were on the verge of exploding and all  you could do was brush past Jim and Leonard - hightailing out the room.

Ignoring Jim’s voice calling out to you and the pains in your stomach, you rushed toward the turbolift, only breathing when it finally opened. It was empty and you were glad, holding back the angry tears as you commanded the correct deck. When it arrived, you rushed to your quarters and when the door closed behind you, that was when you let it all out.

Tears streams down your face and anger boiled your veins as you stormed around the room, looking for anything to eat. There was nothing and that made you even more distraught. All you wanted to do was eat, nourish your body and you couldn’t even do that without ridicule.

Why did it even matter?

You were a brilliant nurse, went beyond the expectations Leonard had placed for his staff and yet, everyone just wanted to point out the flaws in your body, a body you had grown to be okay with.

Flopping on your bed, you gazed up at the ceiling and tried to think of all the good things you had going in your life: your job, the little circle of friends you had, the fact that you were so far away from your folks and Jim.

Yes, Jim Kirk.

He was the light in your life, even though you’d never admit that outloud. He was always there making you feel better, never saying anything negative about your appearance, hell, he’d always compliment you. Always gave you a smile and wink and…

“Crap, I love Jim,” you sighed into your hands, freezing when the door to your quarters made that little beep sound when someone was outside it. Sitting up on your elbows, you commanded the door to open and when it did, it was Jim - carrying a tray of food.

“You forgot this back there,” he smiled and asked if it was alright to come in. You said yeah and sat up properly, watching as Jim walked over to the small desk to place the tray down. He turned and gave you a soft smile. “So what happened back there?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh come on, you were practically getting ready to rip that guy’s head off,” he pointed out and you sighed, telling him everything that happened. Jim listened and when you were done, he started toward the door. “Okay, I’m gonna go rip that guy’s head off.”

“JIM.” You jumped of the bed and rushed to him, grabbing his elbow to pull him back. “It’s fine, nothing I hadn’t heard before.”

“Don’t do that,” he demanded, turning to face you. His eyes found yours and suddenly, you were very aware of how close he was to you. “You deserve better than that load of crap. I’ve been saying it for years, but you never listen.”

“What are you talking about?”

Jim chuckled and shook his head. “I’ve been saying for years how beautiful you are, that everytime someone treated you like shit - it was because they didn’t know a good thing when they saw it.”

You couldn’t move as Jim’s words hit you, couldn’t think, couldn’t even smile, but Jim did. He grinned and stepped closer to you, his hands rested on your hips.

.“I love everything about you, about your body,” he confessed in a low whisper. “I love the way you walk, the way your thighs press together in that uniform - I almost wrote Starfleet a letter thanking them for the dress code.”

You laughed and told him he was crazy and he agreed.

“I’m crazy about you, I have been since that day in the mess hall with those two jerks. The moment I saw you, I wanted you,” Jim admitted, his eyes falling on your lips. “I wanted to feel your body against mine, wanted to run my hands over every curve that belong to you. Don’t you get it?”

Your heart raced as Jim’s hands left your waist to cup your face, his thumb rubbing against your cheek. “I love you, always have and I’ll fight any bastard who says you are less than perfect.”

“No one’s perfect, Jim,” you spoke quietly and he shook his head, bringing it closer to yours.

“You’re wrong, you are perfect. Smart, funny, sexy,” he groaned, his body pressing against yours. “So sexy..”

“Jim,” you whimpered out, hands clutching at his shirt. “I love you.”

He sighed then and dipped his head back in relief. “I’ve waited so long to hear that.”

“Kiss me,” you begged, feeling weak in the knees like all those classic movies you had seen in middle school.

So he did, he pulled you into his body and pressed his lips against yours - it was in fact everything you had thought it would be. It was tenderly desperate and when he pulled away, it left you in a haze. The two of you caught your breaths in silent until a loud rumbling came from your stomach, making Jim’s eyes widen with a laugh.

“Did you eat at all today?”

“No,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulders.

Jim laughed and kissed your forehead. “Come on then, I brought you food. Eat up, you’re going to need energy.”

You moved from Jim and gave him a confused look. “For what?”

He smirked, eyes traveling up and down your body.  “I’ve waited years to finally get my hands on you and I have plans for us. Eat up while I tell Spock he has the comm.”

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[dailyironfamily]

day 26 - sci-fi au

Day twenty-six of the November Fic Challenge is a sci-fi AU! Except I took the easy way and made it a Star Trek AU. Thankfully you don’t need to know anything about Star Trek except what Vulcans are to read this because it’s mostly just relationship drama. You know, the good part of Star Trek.

“Hey, Stark! Your girlfriend’s here to see you!”

Puzzled, Tony crawls out from underneath a control panel to see who Ensign Parker is talking about, because unless something happened he wasn’t aware of, he doesn’t have a girlfriend. Lieutenant T’Pos is standing at attention near the entrance to Engineering, and he sighs and picks himself off the floor, dusting off his uniform as he makes his way over to her.

“Get back to work, Ensign!” he shouts to Parker, who laughs and leans in closer to Ensign Leeds presumably to gossip and not to get back to work.

“Do you need assistance controlling your subordinates, Lieutenant Stark?” the Vulcan standing by the door asks in lieu of a greeting. She doesn’t smile when she sees him, but that’s to be expected.

“I’ve told you a thousand times, Lieutenant, you can call me Tony when I’m off duty.”

“And yet it seems like you are never off duty, sir. Hence why I came looking for you here, instead of your quarters or the mess hall.”

Tony sighs and says, “Right, well, what can I do for you, Pepper?”

Her expression doesn’t change save for the slight furrow of her brow that always appears whenever someone uses that nickname for her. “I was hoping you could help me with a...personal problem.”

Tony blinks in surprise. Pepper never spoke about personal anythings with him, or anyone else, he imagines. “Sure, uh, let’s go somewhere a little more private?”

“Here is adequate,” she says, but lets Tony usher her out of engineering and into a corridor with less people.

“Is something wrong?” he asks once they’re alone.

“Quite the contrary. I require your assistance courting a friend of yours.”

“Courting, like―you want to date?” Tony can’t hide the shock from his voice. He’s known Pepper since they both started on the USS Resilient at the same time all those years ago, and she’d never shown any interest in being romantic with anyone. Much to his disappointment.

“That would be the human word for it, yes. I was hoping you could give me some advice on courting Lieutenant Rhodes.”

That was an even deeper blow than the first. Vulcan-human pairs weren’t absolutely unheard of, and everyone in Starfleet knew of Commander Spock. But Tony had always consoled himself with the assumption that she wasn’t interested in humans, and that was why she hadn’t shown any interest in him. Apparently, she just wasn’t interested in him, period.

“Oh! Yeah, sure,” he says after an awkward pause, realizing she’s waiting for a response. “Rhodey’s amazing, you have great taste. I’m sure he’ll say yes.”

“Lieutenant Rhodes is an excellent helmsman, and very handsome,” she agrees with a nod. “Though I do not think you can guarantee his answer will be a positive one.”

“Nah, come on, you’re amazing too,” Tony says, smile slightly strained. “You’d be perfect together.”

“Thank you, Lieu―Tony,” she corrects herself, giving him a slight bow. “You are an ‘amazing’ person as well.”

Hardly, Tony thinks to himself, but out loud he just says, “You’re off duty now, right? Let’s go get drinks and gossip about Rhodey. We’ll have a plan whipped up in no time.”

Tony spends the evening telling Pepper about the kinds of things Rhodey likes and traditional human methods of courting. She listens to a list of gifts that are considered romantic, a look of consternation on her face.

“Would it not be easier just to tell him my feelings?” she asks when he’s done listing things off.

“Sure, if you want to come on too strong,” he says. “You’ve got to scope him out first, see if he’s interested.”

Pepper continues to frown. “Wouldn’t discovering his interest also be easier if I asked?”

“And scare him off? You guys live on the same ship, Pep, if you make things awkward you can’t just avoid him.”

“I would not just avoid him,” she protests, but she seems to consider his words anyway. “All right. I’ll will test the proverbial waters with some of these methods you’ve explained. Thank you, Tony. I do appreciate the help.”

Tony tries to smile, and knocks back the rest of his drink. “Of course. It’s no problem.”

A couple days later, Rhodey comes up to him as he’s heading back to his room after his shift and says,

“Hey, Tony! You’ve got to come see this.”

Curious, Tony follows him down the hall to his quarters instead, and when Rhodey keys open the door, a startled laugh escapes him. The room is filled with flowers of all colors, on the desk and the shelves and the bed, even some on the floor. Rhodey steps through them to pick up something else from his desk, showing it to Tony.

From a secret admirer, it says, and Tony has to stifle another laugh. Oh no, he hadn’t realized Pepper would go for the most dramatic possible option when he was giving her suggestions.

“Rhodey, you handsome bastard,” he says, punching him lightly in the arm.

“Do you...I mean, any guesses who it’s from?” Rhodey asks him, looking oddly expectant. Why would he assume Tony knew? Aside from the fact that Tony actually does know who his secret admirer is, but Rhodey doesn’t know that.

Tony shrugs and plays dumb. “No clue. Has anyone been trying to get cozy with you lately?”

Rhodey sets the card back down on the desk with a frown. “Not that I’ve noticed.”

Hmm, that’s no good. He’d have to try and get Pepper to ask Rhodey to dinner or something. Even just to grab a cup of coffee.

“I’ll keep an ear out for any gossip,” Tony promises, then lights up as if suddenly thinking up a brilliant idea, “Hey, why don’t you ask Lieutenant T’Pos if she’s heard anything?”

“Is this an ear joke? Because that’s not very nice.”

“What? No! I mean, she’s in communications, you know how those people love to gossip. Maybe she heard something.”

“Pepper doesn’t seem like the gossipy type,” Rhodey says, skeptical.

“Oh, trust me, there’s more there than meets the eye,” Tony says. “It wouldn’t hurt to ask.”

Rhodey doesn’t look entirely convinced, but finally he nods. “Okay, I’ll try. Thanks, Tones.”

“Anytime,” Tony replies, and it almost sounds entirely sincere.

“So when I said replicate him some flowers, I didn’t mean every flower in the database,” Tony tells Pepper the next time he sees her, the two of them alone in an elevator.

“You did not specify which kinds he liked,” Pepper answers, looking at him like it’s entirely his fault. “So I thought, better safe than sorry, as they say.”

“Luckily, I think he found it kind of charming. Maybe just reel it back a little next time?”

She looks thoughtful, then nods. The elevator slides to a stop, and Tony adds quickly before the doors open and he walks out,

“Oh, and I told him to ask you if you heard any related gossip, ask him to get coffee if he does!”

“So Pepper doesn’t know anything about the flowers,” Rhodey tells him that evening. Tony looks up from the datapad he’s reading and tries not to sound too excited as he says,

“Oh? That’s unfortunate.”

“She was really insistent about me drinking coffee, though,” Rhodes says, frowning slightly. “So I gave in and had a cup and she just sort of watched me drink it.”

Tony wants to groan and put his head on the table. He clearly should have been more specific in his instructions. “Probably a Vulcan thing,” he says instead with a shrug.

“Maybe.” Rhodey pushes his food around his plate with his fork, silent for a moment. “Hey, are you sure you don’t know who put those flowers in my room?”

Tony tries not to sound too nervous as he says, “Um, yeah. Why do you ask?”

Rhodey shrugs, setting his fork down. “I just thought, maybe it’s someone in our friend circle?”

Tony stares back down at his datapad so his face doesn’t give anything away. “Oh, maybe. Who do you think it is?” Rhodey doesn’t answer for a long moment, and Tony finally looks up to see what the problem is, but Rhodey’s just staring at him. “Jim? You okay?”

Rhodey finally looks away, breaking his gaze. “Sorry. No, I’ve got no idea. That’s why I’m asking.”

Tony smiles encouragingly, nudging Rhodey’s leg under the table with his foot. “Hey, we’ll figure it out! They’re probably a super babe but are really shy.”

Rhodey laughs and shakes his head, expression brightening a little. “Sure, Tony. You keep telling me that.”

This time Tony tracks down Pepper after her shift is done so they can talk.

“You’re only going to hear me say this once, but you were right and I was wrong.”

Pepper tilts her head slightly. “Why would you only say it once when it is true more often than that?”

“Nope, don’t distract me right now. Flowers and coffee dates aren’t going to work. You should just ask him directly.”

“Would this not be off-putting for a human?” she asks.

Tony sighs. “I think my brilliant plan’s just making Rhodey anxious. I should’ve known, he’s not good with surprises.”

Pepper doesn’t say anything and her expression doesn’t change, and Tony eyes her warily. He nearly jumps, startled, when she finally does speak. “I appreciate the honesty. I will go ask him now.”

“What, now, like, right now?” She’s already turning to walk down the corridor, and Tony follows after her.

“I believe he will be in his quarters at this time,” she says, unperturbed. “Would you please come with me?”

The last thing Tony wants to see is his best friend hooking up with his crush, but Pepper looks expectantly at him, and he just nods and keeps following her.

“Maybe you should slow down, think this out,” he tries as they make their way to the proper deck. “Don’t rush into things.”

“It was your advice that I be direct.”

“Yeah, but my advice has been pretty bad so far.”

“I trust you, Lieutenant. Your advice has come from a place of caring.”

That flusters Tony long enough that he has nothing else to say until they come to a stop in front of Rhodey’s door. Pepper doesn’t hesitate to knock.

When Rhodey answers the door it’s clear he’d been sleeping very recently, but he looks at the pair of them in surprise. “Tony? Lieutenant T’Pos?”

“May we enter?” Pepper asks, and Rhodey looks over at Tony, confused.

Tony just shrugs, but Rhodey steps back and lets them into his room. The place is still full of the flowers Pepper had snuck in, but the bed and desk chair had been cleared.

“Is something wrong?” Rhodey asks once everyone’s in. Tony leans back against the closed door, feeling awkward.

Pepper, however, seems to feel no such thing, because she gestures at the edge of Rhodey’s bed. “Please, sit. I have a question to ask.”

Slowly, Rhodey sits and waits. Pepper clears her throat, fiddling with the cuff of her uniform for a moment.

“I like you very much, James. I had hoped to use human methods of courtship to make that clear, but I’m afraid I did not understand as much as I’d hoped.”

“Oh, the flowers...” He glances around the room, then over at Tony, glaring. “You knew who did it.”

Tony winces. “I couldn’t just blab. She came to me in confidence.”

“I appreciate the help Tony provided, but I feel I must be more transparent,” Pepper admits. “Would you be interested in fostering a relationship of that sort?”

Rhodey doesn’t say anything for a long, painful moment. Tony forces himself to stay silent and not interrupt. Finally, Rhodey responds with an answer Tony wouldn’t have expected in a thousand years.

“You’re wonderful, Pepper. I mean it. But I have a confession too.” He takes a deep breath and looks over at Tony. “I’d kind of hoped the flowers were from you.”

“Me?” Tony squeaks, flabbergasted. “You―you like me?”

“Since the Academy,” Rhodey says.

“Well, this is awkward,” Pepper says after another moment of silence. “I was always under the impression that Lieutenant Stark had some sort of crush on me.”

Tony silently prays for an asteroid to hit the ship and put him out of his misery right now.

“You knew?” Rhodey asks her, eyebrows raised, because of course Tony had never shut up about Pepper around him, and oh god, he’d kept talking about his crush on another person while his best friend was pining for him. For years!

“For some time now,��� Pepper says. “I was under the impression it was a human faux pas to bring it up in conversation.”

Tony buries his face in his hands. What a disaster.

“I can’t believe you tried to get him to help you woo someone else when you knew he liked you!” Rhodey says, standing at last.

“I assumed since he did not bring it up, it was not serious.”

“Can we please stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Tony interrupts, straightening up. The other two stop arguing, and Tony sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “What now?”

Nobody answers for a moment, then Pepper says,

“We can try this arrangement.” The two men look at her, and she gestures between the three of them, drawing a triangle. “I would not be opposed.”

Rhodey and Tony look at each other, startled. “What, like a ménage à trois?” Tony asks.

“I do not know what that is, but it sounds more agreeable than the three of us going our separate ways unsatisfied.”

“You seriously think that could work?” Rhodey glances between the two of them, but he’s not dismissing the idea outright, to Tony’s surprise.

Then again, Tony’s kind of surprised he’s not dismissing the idea either. It’s got a kind of appeal to it, the more he thinks about it. Rhodey’s been his best friend for years, and they’ve always stuck together and had each other’s backs. Kissing him doesn’t sound like a terrible idea too.

“Hey, if anyone can figure out how to make it work, we can,” Tony says with a grin. He goes over and takes a flower from the desk, handing it to Rhodey. “These were half from me anyway, it was my idea.”

Rhodey laughs and takes the flower from him. “They’re lovely,” he tells him, then hands the same flower to Pepper. “And I’d love to try fostering a relationship of that sort.”

Pepper takes the flower more carefully, spinning the stem between her fingers. “That sounds...awesome,” she says, testing the unfamiliar word, and Tony and Rhodey laugh.

Whatever the future has in store, they’ll boldly go toward it together.

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Word Count: 1531 Author’s Note: from @malindacath: I keep playing in my mind of the reader and Jim getting married. Since they both know what the other is wearing, the reader decides to write Jim letters like her grandmother did the day she married her grandfather. One would be on the pillow when wakes, etc; he would find them in places he was not expecting all the while he had done the same after hearing his grandparents did the same; kind of like vows before the marriage vows??As to my letter writing vows, I think that Spock and Scotty would be hiding hers while Uhura and Bones would hiding his with help from each team. I imagine Bones being the one to give her away. Maybe even Pike marrying them.  I loved this idea. I don’t normally like the idea of the Enterprise crew being married. I don’t know why. But I loved this idea and really enjoyed dredging through the romantic I keep locked up in the back of my head to make it sweet. I hope it worked. I’m not super romantic :D

You yawned and stretched, the sensation of waking on your own time strange and luxurious. You turned your head to check the time and were mildly amused that it was only ten minutes past when your alarm usually went off. You stretched a second time, and groaned, feeling your shoulders and wrists pop. Your hand dropped onto Jim’s pillow, and met with a paper envelope and you smiled. So old fashioned. You’d never expected it from him when you first met, but Jim was a man who loved the past, even as he boldly pushed forward into the future. When he’d suggested the letters as a way to personalize a wedding day that by Starfleet regulation needed to be very structured, you’d thought it was a sweet way to make the day truly belong to you both. As your hand slid across the crisp envelope, you realized it was utterly and completely romantic.

You sat up, and pushed your hair out of your face. Leaning against the wall, you slipped your finger under the edge of the envelope and broke the seal, pulling out a small notecard.

“I still remember the stardate when we first met. But I’ll remind you of the earth date. It was May 18th. You had just been assigned to the Enterprise despite requesting a research vessel, and you were attempting to convince Spock he didn’t want you on board. You were fire, and indignation and more passion in your pinky finger than anyone I’d ever seen before. I knew, without a doubt, you were going to add a certain risk to any mission you were part of. Just because I wanted you there.”

You pressed the card against your chest and smiled, wondering if Jim had found your letter yet.

Jim groaned and reached out to pull Y/N against him, forgetting that even though you would know what the other was wearing, you’d insisted you not see on another all morning before the ceremony. He drew his arm back with a heavy sigh and rolled onto his back, before turning to check the time. Propped on the edge of the clock was an envelope, his name scratched across it in your careless script. He smiled and picked it up, tearing the envelope down one side and shaking the card out onto his bare chest.

“Jim, you ridiculous creature. I never would have anticipated the famous, or should I say notorious captain of the Enterprise catching my eye, let alone returning my feelings. You were so overwhelming and larger than life. Discovering your nuances has been one of my great pleasures.”

He grinned and pushed himself up. There was a lot to do before the ceremony.

Uhura had insisted on helping you with your hair and make-up, and you’d gratefully accepted. You were always wobbly with eyeliner, and while your daytime look was good, you hadn’t had a choice about the dress, you had to wear your dress uniform. The only way to punch it up to wedding mode was to make sure you were stunning. Nyota was just finishing her breakfast when you arrived at her quarters, she pointed you toward the desk on the far side of the room. There was a steaming cup of coffee waiting for you, and beside it, another of Jim’s envelopes.

“I find it ironic that I realized exactly how important it was to protect you at all costs right as you showed me you needed no protection. In old Earth wedding ceremonies, husbands are called upon to protect, and honour their wives. I honour you by recognizing you are capable of protecting yourself. I will further honour you by recognizing your ability to share equally in the work of protecting our family.”

You bit your lip and smiled. You weren’t as eloquent in your ability to write, and were worried your notes would fall short of what he was expecting.

Jim found his next card beside the replicator when he got out of the shower. It looked a little thicker, and he wondered what all Y/N had written. He ordered a coffee and leaned against the counter as he read the letter.

“My favourite books as a child were the Anne of Green Gables books. Don’t look at me like that, Jim. I know you’re looking at this card like I am a mad woman, but I have a point. Anne didn’t know Gilbert was for her the first time she saw him. It took years before she was able to see that he was her most kindred spirit. Similarly, I might not have taken your interest seriously, when you first pursued me. But just as Anne came around, I saw the light in the moment you attempted to trade your life for my own. Unsuccessfully, I might add, but it was the thought that counts. Anne refused to write love letters unless her pen was just right. I find this one is scratchy, and the ink doesn’t flow particularly well, but I’m also just not terribly romantic, so it will have to do. It isn’t difficult to honour an honourable man. You’ve made the job of loving you an easy one.”

He reached behind him to the replicator and took a sip from his coffee, before moving off to place the second card with the first.

Uhura slipped a final envelope into your hand wordlessly, along with your uniform gloves. You smiled, tracing your finger along the careful letters of your name.

“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. I hated Shakespeare, Y/N. I hated him because I couldn’t understand this stupid goddamn poem. What did it mean? Of course people change when they are in love, what was he thinking? Oh no, it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks upon tempests and is never shaken. What kind of idiot would suggest that love is undoubting? And then I fell in love with you. And I get it. I haven’t changed myself to gain your love. And you haven’t changed to fit my expectations of love. We’ve both remained steadfastly individual, true to ourselves. And that has made you my perfect match. We are strong as individuals, which makes us unbeatable as a team. We will look on tempests, and never be shaken. We will bear it out, even to the edge of doom. I have loved you. I do love you. I will love you.”

You felt tears well in your eyes as you stood in the hall waiting your cue to walk down the makeshift aisle to him, wondering if your final card to him had had a similar effect.

Leonard handed Jim the third card as he finished buttoning the collar of his dress uniform. He slipped it into his pocket and headed to the lounge where the ceremony was going to take place. As he waited at the front of the room, he pulled the envelope off the final card and drank in the words.

“Jim. I joined Starfleet with a mind to change the world, but that plan never included love, or marriage, or even companionship. What a surprise to have all three given so freely by so remarkable a man. You are my perfect fit. I’m sure there is some kind of poetry that could articulate my feelings better, but I thought I’d try my own hand at some free verse.

I want nothing more, my love,

Than to wake up

And eat eggs

And bacon

And wear your scent on my skin

And share my heart with you.

I’ll let you take the larger share

Of the bacon

And the eggs

And my heart.”

Jim let out a soft laugh and looked up as the doors slid open.

The doors slid open, and there Jim stood, your final card in his hand. He looked up, smiling, and you could see tears shining in his eyes. He wagged the card subtly, and quirked an eyebrow and you gave a slight shrug and winked, before walking forward to meet him. He slipped the card into his pocket and took your hand.

“It is Starfleet tradition to allow the Captain to perform wedding ceremonies,” Jim said. “So I have turned to con over to Sulu for the next 48 hours so that we might have some time to celebrate our marriage uninterrupted by duty. I have also given you concurrent time off.”

“And here I thought you’d just stand here and announce the deal done,” you teased. He shook his head.

“No jokes,” he promised. “I can’t give you a traditional wedding, but I can give you the proper protocol.”

Sulu stepped forward and cleared his throat. He read the standard marriage protocol from the regulations document on his PADD and after you repeated your oaths, he pronounced them binding to the furthest extend of Federation law.

“In traditional ceremonies, now is the time when the groom kisses the bride,” Sulu remarked. Jim leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours, chastely.

“Hello Mrs. Kirk,” he murmured as he pulled away. You leaned forward and stole another kiss.

“Hello yourself, Mr. Kirk.”

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[sleepymarmot]

The Maquis: what are they?

I spent the entire story arc confused about the Maquis’ situation, especially whether they’re supposed to be Federation citizens or not. This is just a collection of lines and scenes on the subject, no analysis. Transcripts copy-pasted from chakoteya.net.

PICARD: This border places several Federation colonies in Cardassian territory and some Cardassian colonies in ours. NECHEYEV: This agreement is far from perfect. Neither side got everything they wanted, but every side got something. And as someone once said, diplomacy is the art of the possible. Those colonies finding themselves on the wrong side of the border will have to be moved. PICARD: Well, the colonists are not going to be happy about that. Some of them have been there for decades. NECHEYEV: It won't be easy, but it's a reasonable price to pay for peace.

NECHEYEV: Captain, the Indians on Dorvan are a nomadic group that have settled there only twenty years ago, and at that time they were warned that the planet was hotly disputed by the Cardassians. The bottom line is they never should have gone there in the first place. PICARD: Granted, but to go to them now after twenty years later and ask them to leave what is now their home. NECHEYEV: I made that same argument with the Federation Council. But it took three years to negotiate this treaty. Some concessions had to be made, and this is one of them. PICARD: What if these Indians refuse to be evacuated? NECHEYEV: Then your orders will be to remove them by whatever means are necessary.

PICARD: Anthwara, I want to make absolutely sure that you understand the implications of this agreement. By giving up your status as Federation citizens, any future request you or your people make to Starfleet will go unanswered. You will be on your own and under Cardassian jurisdiction. ANTHWARA: I understand, Captain. And we are prepared to take that risk. Will the Cardassian government honour your agreement here? GUL EVEK: I believe I can convince them that this is an equitable solution. I cannot speak for every Cardassian you may encounter, but if you leave us alone I suspect that we will do the same.

(TNG 7x20, Journey’s End)

HUDSON: I know. You can't imagine how my life has changed since the Federation abandoned these colonies. SISKO: Abandoned them? Doesn't your presence there--  HUDSON: My presence there is a joke. I am supposed to help these colonies function under the terms of the new treaty. Now Ben, what the hell does that mean? SISKO: I thought these colonists wanted to stay. That they refused to evacuate. HUDSON: The treaty gave away their territory to the Cardassians, territory that these people had invested their lives in. Now, Ben, if you knew them as I do, you'd know why they can't leave. It's a bad treaty. The Federation gave away too much. SISKO: Several Cardassian colonies wanted to stay on the Federation side of the Zone too. It seemed like a reasonable compromise HUDSON: Well, yes, the Cardassians would love to have their colonies in our territory. Because they knew we'd protect them. But they have no intention of doing the same for ours.

(DS9 2x20, The Maquis (Part I))

NECHEYEV: We never should've allowed those colonists to remain on the Cardassian side of the Demilitarised zone. SISKO: Well they're there, Admiral, and they're not leaving. NECHEYEV: What about Commander Hudson? He's lived with these people. What's his analysis of the situation? SISKO: I'll have to ask him. NECHEYEV: You do that. And Commander, I want you to find the Maquis. Talk to them. Remind them that they're citizens of the Federation. That it is imperative that we preserve the treaty with the Cardassians. SISKO: A treaty the Cardassians may not be honouring. NECHEYEV: Are you questioning Federation policy, Commander? SISKO: All I know is that the situation in the Demilitarised zone is deteriorating rapidly. NECHEYEV: Personally, I think you're overstating the problem. Establish a dialogue with the Maquis. They're still Federation citizens. I'm sure they'll listen to reason.

QUARK: I know the Central Command would like nothing better than to destroy the Federation colonies in the Demilitarised zone.

(DS9 2x21, The Maquis (Part II))

PICARD: To all Maquis ships. Call off your attack or we will be forced to engage you. WORF: No response. PICARD: You are Federation citizens. Your actions are in violation of our treaty with the Cardassians. Call off your attack.

PICARD: We're all sympathetic, Lieutenant. Our civilian population in the Demilitarised Zone is in a very difficult situation, but even sympathy has to end at some point. The peace treaty isn't just a piece of paper. If the Maquis force us into a war with Cardassia, it could mean hundreds of thousands of lives.

RO: Starfleet considers you outlaws. They're afraid you'll destroy the peace treaty. MACIAS: They don't understand the situation here in the Zone. I lived on Juhraya. When the treaty was signed the colony suddenly found itself in Cardassian territory. Some of us chose to stay, take our chances. Then one night I was dragged from my bed and beaten. The authorities clucked their tongues and agreed it was an unfortunate incident, and did nothing. RO: I'm not surprised. The Cardassians intend to make life so unpleasant for Federation citizens that they'll leave. MACIAS: Exactly. And no one seems to see that, except the Maquis.

(TNG 7x24, Preemptive Strike)

EDDINGTON: If she's really a Maquis, then she's no longer a Federation citizen.

O'BRIEN: Look at what's happened to those people. One day they're trying to eke out a living on some godforsaken colonies on the Cardassian border, the next day the Federation makes a treaty handing those colonies over to the Cardassians. What would you do?

EDDINGTON [on monitor]: Then let's table that for now. The only reason I've contacted you is to ask you to leave us alone. Our quarrel is with the Cardassians, not the Federation. Leave us alone and I can promise you you'll never hear from the Maquis again. SISKO: Unless you see another shipment you want to hijack. EDDINGTON [on monitor]: You keep sending replicators to Cardassia and you're going to have a lot more to worry about than hijackings. SISKO: I don't respond well to threats. I thought you would know that by now. But I'm beginning to see that you don't know me at all. EDDINGTON [on monitor]: I know you. I was like you once, but then I opened my eyes. Open your eyes, Captain. Why is the Federation so obsessed about the Maquis? We've never harmed you, and yet we're constantly arrested and charged with terrorism. Starships chase us through the Badlands and our supporters are harassed and ridiculed. Why? Because we've left the Federation, and that's the one thing you can't accept. Nobody leaves paradise. Everyone should want to be in the Federation. Hell, you even want the Cardassians to join. You're only sending them replicators because one day they can take their rightful place on the Federation Council. You know, in some ways you're worse than the Borg. At least they tell you about their plans for assimilation. You're more insidious. You assimilate people and they don't even know it.

(DS9 4x22, For the Cause)

EDDINGTON: Those people, they were colonists on Salva Two. They had farms, and shops, and homes, and schools, and then one day the Federation signed a treaty and handed their world over to the Cardassians. Just like that. They made these people refugees overnight. SISKO: It's not that simple and you know it. These people don't have to live here like this. We've offered them resettlement. EDDINGTON: They don't want to be resettled. They want to go home to the lives they built. How would you feel if the Federation gave your father's home to the Cardassians?

SISKO: Major, what is the nearest Maquis colony.

KIRA: The trilithium resin is dissipating throughout the biosphere. The Maquis are scrambling their transport ships. They're starting to evacuate. EDDINGTON: Do you realise what you've done? SISKO: I've only just begun. I'm going to eliminate every Maquis colony in the DMZ.

The Cardassian and Maquis colonists who were forced to abandon their homes will make new lives for themselves on the planets their counterparts evacuated.

DAX: Benjamin, I'm curious. Your plan to poison the Maquis planets. You didn't clear it with Starfleet first, did you.

(DS9 5x13, For the Uniform)

DUKAT: By the time his birthday dawns, there will not be a single Klingon alive inside Cardassian territory or a single Maquis colony left within our borders.

(DS9 5x15, By Inferno’s Light)

SISKO: I am trying to prevent a war. EDDINGTON: You're the one who set the ground rules when you came after me, Ben. You're the one who made it personal. You could've looked the other way. You could've left the Maquis alone, but you didn't do it. You hunted us, hounded us, fought us every chance you got. And in the end, you set us up for the slaughter.

EDDINGTON: You can't forgive any of us. And not because we betrayed Starfleet or the Federation, but because we betrayed you. That's what this is all about. Your ego. Where Benjamin Sisko leads, all must follow. SISKO: Is that what you really believe? EDDINGTON: It's the truth, isn't it? The Maquis were never much of a threat to the Federation, but we were a threat to you. We were a stain on your record and you couldn't have that. Not when you were so busy measuring yourself for an admiral's uniform. SISKO: You want to blame me for what happened to the Maquis? Fine. Go ahead, blame me. Blame Starfleet. Blame the Federation. Blame everyone except Michael Eddington. EDDINGTON: The Maquis won its greatest victories under my leadership. SISKO: Your leadership. Your shining moment of glory. Michael Eddington gets to take off his gold uniform and play hero. That's what you always wanted, to lead troops in a glorious cause. Well, you had your chance and look where you led them. Right into their graves. EDDINGTON: They died because I wasn't there when they needed me most. Because you put me in jail. SISKO: They died because you filled their heads with false hopes. Sold them dreams of a military victory when what they needed was a negotiated peace. EDDINGTON: We had the Cardassians on the run. SISKO: And they ran right into the arms of the Dominion. End of story. EDDINGTON: Not quite the end. SISKO: That's right. A few survivors of your noble crusade have decided to launch a pointless retaliatory strike against Cardassia. EDDINGTON: It's not so pointless. If you can't have victory, sometimes you just have to settle for revenge. SISKO: Is that what you want? To be remembered as the man who helped bring about the worst war in Federation history? EDDINGTON: Not quite the legacy I had in mind, but I can live with it.

DDINGTON: This wasn't supposed to happen. We were winning. The Cardassian Empire was falling into chaos. The Maquis colonies were going to declare themselves an independent nation.

(DS9 5x23, Blaze of Glory)

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