#Midwest kirk

[acowboynamedasa]

Stop forgetting Kirk is from the Midwest. He’s the representation we need, literally our captain America, he should be on the mayonnaise bottle.

[seekingjamaharon]

i see your "jim makes plomeek soup for spock" and i'll raise you "spock makes scotcharoos for jim"

[catsscratch]

Kirk does have a midwestern accent and he DOES say “oop lemme squeeze right last ya here” and DOES eat puppy chow. never forget he’s from Iowa. he’s my favorite Midwest rep

Some gems from last night

[anghraine]

Further contemplated the femslash Spirk concept while I was going to sleep, inevitably, and concluded:

I am perfectly aware this has been done before in the last, you know, nearly 60 years of this ship's towering fandom influence; I've definitely seen art and cosplay. However, I'm deliberately insulating myself from reading any other versions until the finer details are more nailed down in my own head.

McCoy is definitely still a man (specifically DeForest Kelley c. TOS) because it only later occurred to me that 1) thematically, I definitely prefer this trio as a mixed gender group and 2) the advocate for emotion and instinct and human warmth being a male doctor and the voice of logic and discipline being a woman and technically his superior pleases me greatly. I also like the McCoy-Kirk brotp as a male-female friendship that is intense, complex, and 100% platonic.

I'm still figuring out how Kirk being repeatedly menaced by the woman of the week would pan out with f!Kirk. With m!Kirk it feels like the show pushes him having an irresistible appeal to women in general (regardless of the woman's morality) that is where this ultimately comes from, but he's got a lot of Odysseus tropes to him as a character that make his femme fatale allure and willingness to use it as a tool more interesting than as the inevitable fate of a female space captain. Also, even in a femslash context, it feels homophobic for it to always be women sexually harassing f!Kirk.

Kirk's going to be Jessica instead of my original idea of Deborah. I was thinking of what would be a sturdy, ordinary name in the Midwest comparable to James that would also abbreviate conveniently to a common short form (Jim / Deb / Jess). I wanted the shortened version to be something that could carry the emotional weight of Spock's very occasional "Jim" without feeling that the nickname itself is more significant than Jim is for a dude from Iowa. I also wanted to avoid the -y/-ie endings of so many English nicknames (sorry, Francophones). Deb seemed to work well enough, except I'd forgotten that I have a considerably older family friend who not only uses Deb (and is named Deborah) but happens to have very similar coloring and background to young Shatner. As I was plotting the femslash, the association with her felt increasingly weird and uncomfortable, so I switched to Jessica (chosen for reasons largely unrelated to it also beginning with J, but that helps!).

Does Jessica Kirk wear the miniskirt and go-go boots while issuing non-negotiable orders from her captain's chair? Definitely.

[mentallyillmindmeld]

RIP James T. Kirk you would’ve loved Midwest emo

[perseephoneee]

christmas tree farm [ficmas day 6] [james t. kirk x f!reader]

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author's note: dedicated to my irl former roommate/current bestie @muffinbeliever who has a kirk shrine. also i wrote this sleep deprived and jetlagged, i wont apologize for its shittiness

playlist:

christmas tree farm -- taylor swift

intergalactic -- beastie boys

last christmas -- lucy dacus

“I didn’t know Iowa had Christmas tree farms,” you said, spooning more food into your mouth. The holidays were around the corner, and people’s conversations about their plans punctuated lunch on the Enterprise. Your Captain was currently regaling stories of Christmas in the Midwest.

“We have amazing Christmas trees,” Jim replied.

Bones coughed.

“Something wrong, Bones?” Jim sighed, turning to look at his friend. 

“I think you’re full of shit,” Bones nodded, earning a frown from Jim. You finished the rest of your food, standing up with your tray.

“I’m going to go before you two start attacking each other,” you grimaced. 

“That only happened once!” Jim called out as you walked away, shaking your head.

Business on the Enterprise had slowed down in preparation for the number of away trips. Work in the medbay was almost entirely administrative, which was boring but at least left you stress-free. Your work was interrupted by your friend, Leah.

“Heard you had lunch with the Captain and McCoy,” she cooed. “Do tell me how you swung that?”

“My feminine wiles,” you deadpanned, not looking away from your screen. She spun your chair around to face her.

“Give me the details! Is Jim bringing home anyone this holiday?”

“He never brings anyone, you know that,” you drawled, crossing your legs. Leah glowered.

“He brings people.”

“Not home. Not to Iowa,” you responded. Every woman (and man) alive on the Enterprise had a crush on Captain Kirk, so you weren’t surprised by this line of questioning. More mildly perturbed. You were one of the few to be able to say that you have actually talked to Kirk. Saying you were friends felt weird, but you weren’t just another face on his starship. You doubt he’d remember your face if you weren’t McCoy’s second. 

Leah continued asking you questions about Kirk until it became evident you had no answers. 

You were used to it. Many of the crew asked questions. 

There was a time when you were enamored with James T. Kirk, but it only lasted a minute. You were fresh on the crew with your college roommate, starry-eyed and excited to be assigned to the Enterprise. Kirk was greeting everyone and spending ample time with the ladies until his eyes passed right over to flirt with your college roommate. You got a handshake that was equivalent to a brush-off. 

You don’t even think Jim remembers that day because weeks later, you’re patching him up and striking up a conversation. The first impression is already there, though, along with the misplaced attraction. Now, you’re in a tumultuous friendship with a man everyone else wants to sleep with. You didn’t expect so much drama when joining the Enterprise. 

Work shouldn’t have taken as long as it did, but having backlogs upon backlogs of medical reports meant you were the last one in Medbay. You had turned on some music while you worked and were debating to see if Scotty was up and wanted to share a drink with you. He always had the best alcohol and got fed up with drama as much as you did. Most of the lights were off; you didn’t see the need for them at this point. You could hear the doors open as someone entered. 

“So, this is how you’re spending your evenings,” Jim remarks, pulling up a chair next to you. 

You turn to look at him. 

“I’m doing work.”

“Bones should do it.”

“Doctor McCoy is terrible with paperwork. He’d screw it up almost immediately,” you replied, giving a quick smile and returning to your document. Jim fiddled his thumbs. You looked up again.

“Captain, can I help you with something?”

“Whatcha doing this Christmas, lieutenant?” he inquired, spinning around. His restless energy was making you anxious. 

“Probably just going to find a hotel and drink; why?”

“Come with me to Iowa.”

Your brain shortcircuited at his request. Jim Kirk, notorious for inviting women to various away trips for quick hookups, never asked anyone to his home. The only people that have been were Spock and Leonard, but they were his best friends. You didn’t think you were his best friend. 

“Why?” you questioned, voice small. 

“Because I want to. I can’t invite my friends to spend Christmas together?” Kirk chuckled at that but then caught on to the seriousness of your expression. “We are friends, right?”

“Yes,” you responded, but not very confidently. He narrowed his eyes. 

“I don’t play strip poker with just anyone.”

“You and Leonard played strip poker. I played normal poker and watched you two drunk bafoons make a fool of yourself.” Your lips quirked up at that memory. Spock came in at some point to request Jim’s assistance, only to find him half-naked and stuck in his uniform on the ground. You neglected to help him in favor of watching him struggle. Spock left immediately, muttering to himself. 

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. I’ll show you an authentic Iowa Christmas tree farm,” Jim grabbed the arm of your chair, swiveling you towards him. Your knees touched, and you wanted to pull away. 

“Fine, I’ll go with you to your fake ass Christmas farm,” you smiled, watching as a grin lit up Jim’s face.

It was hard to finish the rest of your work, as he kept annoying you throughout the night, but eventually, you pulled through. Jim walked you back to your room, and you bid him adieu before closing the door. You let yourself fall back against the door surface, sinking to the ground, wondering what you had gotten yourself into. 

Iowa came sooner than you thought. 

Leonard would join you both for Christmas dinner, as Kirk’s mom had been asking about him, and Leonard had nothing else to do. You had never been to Iowa, really any of rural America, and wandered off the starship to the sight of miles of fields. Jim was waiting by a motorcycle. 

“I’m not taking that death trap with you,” you said earnestly. He handed you a helmet anyway. 

“It’ll be fun.”

“Say that at my funeral, I dare you,” you grimaced. There was a small box for you to put your bags in, so you said goodbye to your belongings and boarded the bike. Your cheeks heated up as you realized that you’d have to be hugging Kirk the whole ride. All embarrassment left your body the second that he started driving, though, as instead, you opted to hide your face in his jacket and try not to cry. He laughed at your expense. You debated the merits of killing him but then realized you’d be stuck with Spock as your Captain. 

You pull up to Kirk’s home, your stiff arms reluctantly leaving his side so you can disembark. You blinked in surprise. 

“You didn’t mention that you live on a Christmas tree farm.”

“It was something my Mom picked up with her boyfriend,” Jim shrugged, taking his helmet off and ruffling his hair. “Pays the bills.”

“Did you work here?”

“I’m an excellent tree salesman, I’ll have you know,” Jim grins, and you decide not to test him on that. 

You don’t know what you expected Jim Kirk’s childhood home to look like, but when you do see it, it fits. It’s chic with enough unique knick-knacks to add personality. The amount of childhood Kirk photos makes you giggle.

Winona Kirk is a force to be reckoned with, you soon discover. Her eyes are the same as Jim’s, and her embrace is strong. You needed to come up for oxygen after the fact. She treats you both to rosemary chicken with scalloped potatoes. You drink a heavy amount of wine while Jim searches for a beer. The night is fairly peaceful.

You grew up in a city where the skies were covered in pollution. Stars were not a commodity. Out in the middle of Iowa, you could catch all the stars. After dinner, you make it a point to sit out on the Kirk’s porch. You have a blanket wrapped around you to stave off the cold, the Christmas trees merely a backdrop to the night sky. Your breath comes out in puffs. Jim joins you a bit later.

“My Mom seems to like you,” he notes, offering you a beer that you take gladly.

“Your Mom is epic,” you smile, taking a sip. A question has been sitting on your tongue since you arrived. “Why did you bring me here?”

“I told you already.”

“No,” you say softly. “You didn’t.”

Jim laughs, but it’s empty. It’s the laugh you give when you’ve been caught red-handed. The sky makes his eyes look like one of the constellations.

“I’m not good with women,” he remarks, and your brows shoot up. You want to call bullshit. “Not in the way it matters.”

“How does it matter?” You whisper. You don’t want to imagine what he means. He looks out toward the tree farm. 

“When people come to get a tree, they walk by a bunch of perfectly good ones.” Jim avoids eye contact with you. “Families will walk away from so many quality trees because it isn’t the right one. But when they see it, they know— it’s the tree for them. The only one they want in their home.” The silence stretches between you two. 

“You think I don’t see you, but I do; I always have,” Jim finally looks at you, and you can’t help but melt. “That’s why I invited you.” 

“I thought you were going to tell me I was the right tree for you,” you gulp, and Jim lets out a laugh. You smile because you see him, too, you always have.

“You’re a nice tree,” Jim chuckles.

“Thanks, I’ve been working hard on it.”

He moves closer to you, and you open up your blanket to let him in. You wrap around each other in a safe cocoon, the smell of pine and fresh air invading your senses. You fall asleep with your head on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around you, and you think you could stay like that forever. 

[myenterpriseisparked]

Rank the Star Trek captains based on whether or not they're expert road trippers

Archer - He tries. So hard. He burns a CD mixtape to listen to and rents a huge RV that only kind of works. He plans out a bunch of stops but "leaves room in the schedule for unplanned adventures :)" and then proceeds to not follow the plan at all and everything goes wrong. Actually, now that I think about it, Archer on a roadtrip would probably just mostly be the plot of the movie "RV."

Pike - He lets Una plan the stops and he METICULOUSLY plans the food. He and Una take a survey about what all their crew wants to see along the way and try so hard to integrate them all into the trip. He plays LOTS of car games, like Eye Spy or that one game where you count animals on your side of the vehicle until you see a graveyard and have to start over or that other game where you describe a movie plot badly and everyone has to guess what it is. He lets Uhura control the music and Spock read the map and Ortegas drive. The plan for the trip goes off the rails, of course, but everyone ends up having a blast anyway. Overall a SOLID roadtrip.

Kirk - Kirk takes everyone to see every single tourist trap they can find and, you know what? It's fun. Is the World's Largest Truckstop really all that special? No, but the memories they make there are. I also imagine his roadtrip largely takes place in Iowa and other parts of the Midwest so a lot of the trip is rolling cornfields. Overall not a terrible trip, if a little slow and nutty.

Picard - Due to being European, Picard's idea of a roadtrip is a little... different. The crew is a little confused as to why they are only doing about 3 hours of driving a day, but they do appreciate that it's through Wine Country, where the rolling hills are lovely. I imagine Picard plans a "themed trip" (wine tasting and touring) and Riker is the one to throw in the fun tourist traps they do end up visiting. Q is somehow at every single place they stop. Lwaxana is at a few of them too.

Sisko - Sisko takes everyone on a tour of the MLB baseball fields. He meticulously plans places to eat (mostly cajun places that he critiques as 'not as good as his dad's, but acceptable.') and fields to visit. In the meantime, Jadzia picks some more... colorful places to visit in the evenings. Different groups of people get lost but they always find each other. Everyone is a little wary of visiting baseball fields, but once they find out that it was Jake's idea to cheer his dad up, everyone acts like each field is the most fascinating thing they have ever seen. In the end, the trip is a little tedious, but they have all bonded over the solidarity of making Sisko feel better.

Janeway - Janeway drives through the middle of nowhere. Absolutely no cell signal ever. Google Maps will not work. They stop every hour or so to look at the sights. At several points, their van gets robbed and they have to craft new supplies as they go. They make some "road enemies" (other roadtrippers that get competitive about parking spots and camping areas and stuff) and get in several fights (that they win). They camp alongside the road instead of staying in hotels and it's kinda miserable but it builds a lot of relationships and character. Their van breaks down a lot but they always fix it themselves. B'Elanna ends up souping up the engine about 4 different times. In the end, they all get home pretty much dead on their feet, but the whole crew is planning the next road trip anyway.

Freeman - She has a schedule that no one follows and she yells about it a lot. The road trip keeps getting completely derailed. They absolutely do not hit any planned stops and they have to replace each of the van's tires 3 times. Good news, however, is that they got a GREAT sale on all the trinkets and stuff that they bought along the way so everyone is still having an okay time.

Dal - Barely has a plan. He basically piled everyone in a vehicle one day and started driving. They stop whenever they feel like it and do odd jobs to earn enough money to keep going. The end goal is to reach San Francisco by the end, but Dal has to keep them backtracking for various reasons and they're having a heck of a time understanding exactly how this brand-new Chevy Silverado with a fancy computer system that they accidentally stole works. Everyone has fun anyway, even though they are also kinda lowkey running from the cops.

Burnham - I don't honestly know enough about Burnham as a captain to say for sure but I think she and Saru would plan a pretty chaotic lil road trip that kinda jumps all over the country in a strange order. Lots of zigzags and backtracking and stuff. I think they have fun though?

FINAL RANKING:

1st Place - Pike

2nd Place - Kirk

3rd Place - Janeway

4th Place - Sisko

5th Place - Archer

6th Place - Burnham

7th Place - Picard

8th Place - Dal

9th Place - Freeman

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

Enterprise Crew Members Ranked From Least to Most Likely To Get Their Shit Rocked by Chappell Roan

"Does Not Care" Tier

Scotty

he doesn't listen to music

only the sweet sweet mechanical melodies of his beloved ship

Bones

everything he's learned about Chappell Roan has been against his will

that said, he's sure she's a lovely lady and he respects her for telling people to leave her the hell alone, it's very relatable

"Filthy Casual" Tier

Riley

knows the hits but pretends not to so he can seem macho

Janice Rand

She's too straight to really get into the music herself but listens anyway because she's an #ally

Nurse Chapel

despite being very distantly related to Chappell Roan (hence the name) she's not all that into the music

it's just kind of awkward hearing your ancestor sing about eating pussy in the passenger seat you know

"Actual Fan" Tier

Uhura

she has good taste

in music and women also probably

she borrows spock's lyre to play chappell roan covers on the recreation deck and fucking slays

Sulu and Chekhov

they share a brain cell and it is continually blasting HOTTOGO

"Absolute Wreck" Tier

Kirk

Captain James Tiberius Kirk is one tequila shot away from getting "midwest princess" tattooed across his ass at any given moment in time

refers to himself as "your favorite captain's favorite captain" without the slightest hint of irony

Spock

the second he finds out Kirk listens to Chappell Roan he considers it his DutyTM to memorize every single word of her discography

it's what any first officer would do.

it's literally his job you guys

he feels no emotions about this. none whatsoever.

pink pony club did not make him cry

i'm going to be real with you chat, if Spock listened to "Good Luck, Babe!" I think he would kill himself

[to-trek-or-not-to-trek]

TOS Characters on a road trip:

Kirk: Was his idea, he's taking them somewhere across the Midwest. The trip takes three times as long because he insists on stopping at every roadside attraction.

Spock: Got stuck driving, somehow. Threatens to turn the car around three times. Does, until Jim's pleading wins him over.

McCoy: Snores through most of it. Yells at everyone to make sure they put on their seatbelts.

Scotty: It's his car they brought, but it's not in the best condition, so he has to stop and fix it every couple of hours. Delights in watching Spock pout ("I am a Vulcan, Vulcans do not pout" "Tell that to your face"). Keeps getting stuck with the gas bill.

Chekov: Picked out the snacks. It looks like an unsupervised 9 year old was let loose on a Walmart with 100 dollars. Falls asleep on Sulu, but at least he doesn't snore.

Sulu: Got stuck with the map (it was supposed to be Chekov, but after he got them lost twice he lost his map privileges). He doesn't mind, but he does wish Chekov would keep his Cheeto-dusted fingers off of it.

Uhura: Picks out the best driving tunes. Tries to institute driving kareoke. Jim and Chekov belt every song. Bones only sings along to the 60s music. Scotty dislikes the music (not enough bagpipes). Sulu and Uhura are the only decent singers. Spock blatantly refuses, although she catches him humming along with Jim to a cheesy 90s ballad when they thought everyone else had fallen asleep at night. She videos this. She spends most of the night driving with her face pressed to the window, trying to see the stars.

[sirwormbell-the4st]

im just like james t kirk if the transgenderism and bisexuality made him strange rather than drowning in human and vulcan pussy

and im not from the midwest

[acowboynamedasa]

The song ‘I’ve been everywhere man’ (specifically the John cash version) is so Kirk coded I truly don’t know what to do about it

[gaitwae]

Where do you think all of the star trek captains would take their students on a field trip?

Hoooooo boy. What a question. I haven't seen LD, yet, and I'm not touching Discovery. Here we go!

Jonathan Archer: He would take his kids* to the aquarium. He's notoriously known as the "cool" field tripper. He seems to have the kids figured out, but somehow, there's always an accident or a kid missing and he swears he's never going to do it ever again. Someone hits their head on the glass or gets lost in the jellyfish section. 4/10 field tripper.

Christopher Pike: He would take his students to an art or history museum and make a big, scary speech upfront about how there would absolutely be NO messing around and if anyone breaks anything, they're going to get in big trouble, mister! He ends up the one screwing around with students, though, but nothing is harmed and no one is lost. Una keeps him on track so they can see the whole museum. 8/10 field tripper.

Jim Kirk: This guy is a Lugnuts** game field tripper. He wanted to go and there was a discount. He'd say there were math benefits or something and give them all a worksheet to fill out about statistics or safety or etc on the bus. No one is lost, but there might be a fight or two after sitting the wrong kids together in the stands. 7/10 field tripper.

Jean-Luc Picard: 100% to an art museum, no if ands or buts. He'd keep strict attendance and yell at anyone who dares touch any of the exhibits. I think there would be tears at one point but overall an excellent field trip. He'd know some obscure knowledge about every piece and it would be soothing to hear, and he's also really having a fun time with the kids. Tight leash on his students, no fights, no missing kids. 10/10 field tripper.

Benjamin Sisko: Lugnuts gamer as well, but also maybe a capital building or botanical grounds and gardens. Most of his field trips have educational value and he wants his kids to learn something that will stick with them the rest of their lives. He lets them have free reign and usually no one ends up missing. They'd all meet up for lunch halfway through and everyone appreciates how he treats them as if they have their own minds. 10/10 field tripper.

Kathryn Janeway: Also known as the "mom" field tripper, she'll probably take you through a city you've never seen before or the zoo. She's got simple field trips but always always always a dead-set purpose. She's got wiggle room for just-in-cases and lets the kids split into groups with chaperones. She'll yell if you get out of line. Sometimes people go missing but she always gets them back within half an hour. 9.5/10 field tripper. (Would go higher but there was someone crying... so...)

*I'm assuming this is a school-friendly field trip setting, so think average school institution budget kind of field trips. **The Lansing Lugnuts are a minor league baseball team in the American Midwest.

[allgremlinart]

James Kirk is from the midwest............

[lboogie1906]

Joe Williams (Joseph Goreed; December 12, 1918 – March 29, 1999) was a jazz singer. He sang with big bands such as the Count Basie Orchestra and the Lionel Hampton Orchestra and with his combos. He sang in two films with the Basie orchestra and sometimes worked as an actor.

He began singing professionally as a soloist in 1937. He sometimes sang with big bands: from 1937 he performed with Jimmie Noone’s Apex Club Orchestra and toured with Les Hite in the Midwest. In 1941 he toured with Coleman Hawkins in Memphis. In 1943 he performed in Boston with the Lionel Hampton Orchestra. He sang with Red Saunders at the Club DeLisa in Chicago in 1945, and in 1946 was in New York with Andy Kirk.

He sang with the Basie orchestra in two films, Jamboree in 1957 and Cinderfella in He sometimes worked as an actor, and he took the role of “Grandpa Al” Hanks on The Cosby Show. He appeared several times on Sesame Street in the 1980s and early 1990s.

He won the Best Jazz Vocal Performance Grammy Award for his LP Nothin’ but the Blues in 1984; it was the winning Traditional Blues Album in the Blues Music Awards of the Blues Foundation in the following year. He was nominated for seven other Grammy awards: for Prez & Joe (1979); “8 to 5 I Lose” (1982); I Just Want To Sing (1986); Every Night: Live At Vine St. (1987); “I Won’t Leave You Again” (with Lena Horne, 1988); “Is You Is or Is You Ain’t My Baby” (with Marlena Shaw, 1989); and In Good Company (1989).

He received an Honorary Doctorate of Music from Berklee College of Music. He was a co-founder of the Fillius Jazz Archive from Hamilton College, where he received an honorary degree.

In 1992, his 1955 recording of “Every Day I Have the Blues” with Basie was added to the Grammy Hall of Fame for recordings of particular historical or qualitative importance. He was added to the Jazz Wall of Fame of the American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers in 2001.

In 1988, with his wife Jillean and friends, he set up the not-for-profit Joe Williams Every Day Foundation to offer scholarships to talented young musicians. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[indeedcaptain]

Spirktober 2023, day 12: Sleep

Hee hee :) here is a short little thing to meet today's prompt before I circle back to yesterday's for the next chapter!!

Also posted on AO3 here.

☆☆☆

When Spock awoke the next morning to discover James Kirk still asleep in his arms, he thought that, in all of his travels through the cosmos, he has never beheld anything so beautiful as this: James’s eyelashes against his cheek, the imprint of the sheets pressed into his skin, the warmth of his arm slung across Spock’s stomach.

When Spock tightened his arm around James’s back and slid his hand over his forearm, James nuzzled into Spock’s shoulder. The sun rose through the window, revealing a thick blanket of snow over the fields surrounding the farmhouse. Spock did not think that there was a single place in the entire universe that he would rather be than right here, snowed in with his James. Perhaps they would cook breakfast together, play chess again, and make love on every available surface. Now that he had experienced intercourse, he had some ideas. He would like to take James the way James took him. He would like to try different positions and erogenous zones and power dynamics. He wanted to make love on the Enterprise, in their quarters, in their shared bathroom, in his laboratory office… The possibilities before him left him breathless. 

Spock was so caught up in the still beauty of James’s sleeping face and the overwhelming expanse of potential sexual scenarios that he almost did not hear the front door open. When he did recognize it, he was astounded at his primal, protective response. He never felt possessive of T’Pring like this: if she had been in danger, he would have assumed first that she would be able to negate the threat without him and next that she would find his help distasteful. When James had been just his friend, Spock had stepped willingly in front of danger to protect him. Now that he was his lover, his mate, it was a biological imperative as deep as his own heartbeat. 

He identified two voices: humans, likely one male and one female. They were not trying to be quiet. He heard them climb the stairs, and as they approached, he identified the same round vowels and cadence that mark James’s voice as from the Midwest. James’s parents were home. Even while he found himself disappointed that sex on the couch in the living room was no longer an option, he thrilled to know how happy James would be that his family had returned. He relaxed into the bed and decided that he would lay here with James until he had slept enough, then allow James to introduce him to his parents however he wished. They had not discussed yet what would be public and what would be private, but Spock was content to allow James to set the pace for informing others of this change in their relationship. 

Then Winona Kirk opened the bedroom door.

“Oh!” Her mouth formed a perfect circle as she stood in the doorway, staring at Spock. Spock stared at her, distinctly aware of his own nudity, her naked son in his arms. Fortunately everything humans considered private was hidden beneath the blanket, but they were both shirtless. Spock did not think that James would be able to convince his parents that this was how platonic friends slept, even if one was Vulcan.

Amanda’s normal-human-behavior instruction, long dormant in the back of his mind, took over. “Good morning, ma’am,” he said. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” At the rumble of his voice, James began to stir.

“You too,” she said faintly. “You must be Mr. Spock.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “You must be Mrs. Kirk.”

“Please, call me Winona.” Her cheeks were flushed pink in the same way that James’s did. It looked nice on her. “Well, I’ll just… um. We just got in. I’ll make coffee.” And with that, she shut the door behind her and vanished. James yawned and his eyes opened, his lashes brushing against Spock’s chest. 

“Who were you talking to?” James mumbled, and lodged himself more firmly against Spock’s chest, his arm tightening around his ribcage. 

“Your mother,” Spock said. Spock felt James freeze, coming awake entirely. 

“What.” 

“Your parents are home, ashayam,” Spock said, and brushed his lips against the top of James’s head. Spock felt James’s smile grow, pressed where it was against him. After a moment more of snuggling, James levered himself up and smiled at him. Through their skin, pressed together, Spock felt warmthcontentmentlovelovelovelovelovelove. 

They got up and dressed, James in denim pants and a t-shirt and Spock in as many layers as he could feasibly put on at once. “I suppose the cat’s out of the bag about us, at least to my parents.” James said. “Is that alright?” 

“I do not mind, James,” Spock said. “I had assumed, or hoped, that it would happen eventually.” 

James smiled and led him downstairs. 

[4h4hi]

my dad is so fucking confusing. cisgender heterosexual transphobic homophobe. clergyman. favorite doctor who character is jack harkness. loves star trek TOS, especially spock and kirk. did drag in high school?? i think?? LOVES sherlock. born to be a tumblr girlie forced to grow up in the rural midwest i guess