#THAT LIL SPOCK SMILE I SEE YOU

[flippyspoon]

Splinter

Note: Lil SNW Spirk ficlet! Thanks for the prompt, @introvertia (may well write more of those prompts- the night is young!)

Dabria was a woodsy sort of planet. Having grown up in a desert, Spock enjoyed an environment featuring new species of trees and Jim, having grown up amongst corn fields, was equally enamored.

Jim had found himself just as enamored with watching Spock’s reactions to things on missions with the Enterprise. People called him impassive, but if one watched closely, they could observe the tapestry of microexpressions on display. An away mission just as intriguing to Jim Kirk, and one that occasionally distracted him from the actual mission.

This time, he found Spock frowning, his tricorder hanging from his shoulder as he narrowed his eyes. His attention was not on the trees but on his own finger.

“Problem, Mr. Spock?” Jim smiled at him in the way that he knew made Spock cast him a longer look than was necessary.

“I have acquired a splinter,” Spock said. “It is proving difficult to extract.”

They stood beneath the canopy of redwood trees so tall they could not see where the tops ended. But for now, their eyes were only on each other.

“Oh, no problem,” Kirk said, holding out his hand. “Let me take a look.”

Spock held his splintered finger close to his chest rather comically, casting a wary eyebrow at Kirk. 

“Unless you are carrying a needle or a pair of tweezers,” Spock said, “I do not see that you are anymore adept than I am at removing it.”

“Shows what you know,” Jim said haughtily. “I was quite literally raised in a barn. Hay bales and unfinished wood. I have a graduate degree in splinter removal. Give it here.”

Spock took a deep breath as if embarking on a mission both grave and hazardous and proffered his hand.

Jim stepped a little closer and gently took Spock’s hand.

Jim’s heart rate accelerated beyond the bounds of good health, he thought. He was not unaware that Spock’s breath was short and heard him audibly swallow.

The splinter was a tiny dark red spine embedded in the pad of Spock’s left ring finger.

Jim knew about Vulcan hand sensitivity. Or rather, he’d heard something about it from Uhura after he’d gone and shaken Spock’s hand on first meeting him.

So he was careful, his touches soft as he squeezed the skin, moving the spine to the surface. It did not seem to be helping Spock, who took a little step back and then forward even closer to Kirk.

“I…apologize,” Kirk murmured, focussed on his task, “if this is wreaking havoc with your telepa-”

“Unnecessary,” Spock said, his voice wavering.

Jim glanced up at him, just inches away. Spock’s eyes were dilated, his lips parted.

Jim was woozy. He licked his lips and frowned down at their hands. His own hands seemed clumsy and blunt next to Spock’s long fingers.

Briefly, he flashed on an image of those hands touching him, tracing a line down his throat, down his chest…

No, no. Inappropriate, surely. The image shifted. Those fingers touching his lips, his tongue…

Strange. That little fantasy had almost seemed to come from outside of him.

They were on a mission for Christ’s sake.

Please don’t fuck my, boss, Jimmy, Sam had said sternly after seeing the way Jim looked at Spock that morning in the mess.

Jim wondered if the Vulcan hand sensitivity was contagious. He felt a faint tingling in his wrists. His teeth dug hard into his lip as he edged the spine out with the tip of his thumb nail.

“You have very nice hands,” he blurted out. “I dunno. They’re…elegant.”

“They are ordinary hands,” Spock insisted.

“Don’t think so,” Jim muttered, just as the splinter stuck out enough that he could grab it and drop it on the ground. “There we are.”

Yet, for a moment, he continued to hold Spock’s hand in his, staring up at him.

Jim looked in Spock’s eyes and that proved to be a mistake. They contained galaxies, he was sure. He would lose his way. Or find it?

He forgot what planet he was on for a moment.

Spock inhaled abruptly and snatched his hand back, the moment breaking.

“D-did you see…something?” Jim said. “Not that you-”

“I do not deliberately see into anyone’s mind upon physical contact,” Spock said, firmly. He turned on his heel, walking back down the trail.

Jim nodded and just as quickly frowned, trailing after him. “Hang on. You said deliberately. Did you…accidentally just see something, Mr. Spock?”

“We are lagging behind the others, Lieutenant,” Spock said, and Jim was certain he was smiling. Just barely. Just enough that only someone like him who was really looking would notice.

“Spock?”

“Come along, Lieutenant.”

[vancruejovi]

💫 My Star Trek Cinema experience🖖

(Okay apologies in advance for a long post but I NEED to tell you all about it!!!)

So with the anniversary of The Search For Spock my local cinema was playing a ONE TIME VIEWING of it, so of course I had to go! I just finished my exams that day like I said before so it was like my lil treat :) I went in closet cosplay as McCoy from Star Trek V since it was what I had and McCoy is my boy and I was having fun lol. I also wore this Spock pin that my best friend got me!

I was genuinely so excited!! I’ve never done anything Star Trek related irl (nerd culture in general over here is kind of delegated towards more modern animes and stuff, which makes sense since that’s what’s popular but it kinda stinks for the more traditional nerdy fandoms. I remember getting SO excited the first time my local nerdy shop had a little Star Trek section full with figurines!!) and conventions are a rare sight too, ESPECIALLY ones for specific niches.

There was only about 6 of us in the theatre and there was nobody in front of us which was cool (this seems to be a pattern with me where every film I want to go and see has like…2 other people lol). I did indeed get to see THE scene. Uhura’s litte smile after Spock talks to Jim! Kirk carrying Spock while he’s unconscious! Sulu’s OUTFIT when they’re rescuing McCoy I want to draw it so bad! Scotty…just Scotty!! AGH this was so cool to experience on the big screen. I did notice it was a bit blurry but I think that’s just because cinema screens are so much bigger now and with the original picture quality it looks kind of funny. Unrelated but I was wondering what an older film like Jason and the Argonauts would look like on a screen like that, with the grain and the goofy effects and sound design. Oh and the taxi driver had the classic rock station on so I was havin a great time

uuuuhhh so yeah 10/10, I looked like this the whole time

[simmeons]

lil writing i did for @dilfoez that i challenged myself to write in around 20 minutes :)

it's essentially what happens after Scotty gets drunk in By Any Other Name tos episode :3

word count is like 600 or sm

“I found him passed out in his quarters.”

The chief medical officer grumbled a bit as his friend, Jim, explained where he had found Scotty after they all dealt with the Kelvans. It seems Scotty took to what he knew best- getting shit faced drunk.

“Alright,” McCoy huffed, knowing he'd have to help Scotty to bed now. “I'll go deal with him.”

“Good luck, Bones.” The captain replied with a pleasant tone before he was quickly busy talking with Mr Spock again.

The Southern man walked down the Enterprise hallways as he made his way to Scotty’s quarters, typing on the small pad next to the door to unlock it for himself. He immediately stopped when the doors opened, seeing his boyfriend slumped against the wall in front of the door, completely asleep.

“Damn it, Monty.”

McCoy cursed, bending down to grab a hold of his lover, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist. It was a little hard to lift up dead weight, but the doctor managed, hauling Scotty to bed.

Due to all the movement, the Scotsman started to wake up a bit. Scotty blinked groggily, squinting up at McCoy as he was maneuvered onto the bed. “Len... wha’s goin’ on?” He slurred, still more asleep than awake.

“You drank yourself into oblivion again, you stubborn fool,” McCoy muttered, not without a touch of affection in his voice. “Jim found you passed out and dumped you on me. Now you’re my problem.”

The doctor went to cover his engineer with a blanket, but Scotty immediately protested by kicking his feet out a bit, making sure McCoy didn't get far with that plan. “Nae- M’ still dressed.”

“You can sleep one night in your uniform, it won't kill you.” Scotty let out a pathetic whine, sounding like a child. McCoy frowned. “Oh, you- fine. Don't roll off the bed.”

He moved to Scotty’s dresser, digging into it as he grabbed some pajamas. He came back to see the engineer clumsily tugging his clothes off, getting stuck in his shirt with it over his head. McCoy couldn't help but snicker a little as he helped his poor drunk boyfriend undress completely before helping him into pajamas.

“There. Happy?” The doctor asked.

Scotty shook his head, eyes heavy with needed sleep. “Nuh uh, yer ass is gettin in wit’ me.”

“Darlin, I can't just miss the rest of my shi-”

McCoy was immediately cut off when the Scotsman wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling McCoy into the bed. Scotty was already strong, but now that he was drunk and wasn't thinking completely, he practically manhandled the surprised southern man into a drunk and cuddly embrace.

“You kilt wearing asshole-” McCoy complained, his face pressing into his lover’s plush chest. His swears were kissed away by the drunk man.

“Shh, shhh… Quiet laddie.” The engineer cooed, one of his hands starting to comb through the doctor’s short hair.

McCoy was already blushing, but it only got worse. He tried to wiggle out of the embrace, but he was stuck. Stupid drunk engineer.

“Damn you, Scotty.” He grumbled, but it died down when he was kissed on the forehead. He huffed as more kisses were left on his face, the accuracy growing more and more lackluster.

By the time McCoy actually relaxed into the cuddle, Scotty was mumbling to himself as his kisses started to grow more tired and lazy, his eyes fluttering shut before trying to open again.

“Tha gaol agam ort.” The drunk man whispered against McCoy’s neck, his voice muffled. The doctor just sighed with a smile, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

“Love ya too, honey.”

[thegeminisage]

do you think when Kirk thinks he’s making a subtle expression, Spock is like BOY I SEE YOU! on account of coming from the face reading school of Vulcan? And in that case are Kirk’s bigger expressions clearer or more foreign? The way that one alien lady from ds9 smiles when she’s ready to kick off.

ack-shul-leeeee i kind of wondered for a sec if spock was like, total ass at reading human faces because vulcans only really do micro-expressions and that shit might look too exaggerated on him, but then i remember he has/had his mom to practice on. then i almost said "haha none of kirk's expressions are subtle" to dunk on william shatner but actually. they can be and are. he over-exaggerates the big ones like anger and affection (those heart-eyes he makes...........sir what the hell was all of that), but he's actually really reserved when it comes to Pain And Anguish™. hold on where's that one gifset hold on hold on i have to go find it. wait right here just one sec

okay i found it. that took like thirty minutes sorry for the wait. anyway as i was saying he's pretty buttoned up when he's sad i guess bc thats what Men Did in the 60s. and i bet thats when spock is like BOY I SEE YOU! because absolutely no way is spock oblivious to any expression kirk or bones makes ever. i hate those episodes that paint him like he doesn't get emotions...he certainly fucking does, he PRETENDS not to, because he thinks they make him lesser. DON'T get him mixed up with data, they are opposites not the same. like ok maybe he doesn't always get some of the "unreasonable" ones but that just puts him on the autism spectrum, he's not fucking stupid! galileo seven my enemy >:( sorry my point is he cares the most about those guys so he would be analyzing their microexpressions while also doing advanced calculus or whatever else he does. kirk doesn't analyze him back kirk probably just naturally get used to his lil microexpressions but i bet bones studies him like a bug on a slide so he can call out every twitch of every eyelash and shake him like a dog with a squirrel.

also, thanks for mentioning my best friend kira in this ask. i love her

[effervescentdragon]

you dont get it you dont fucking get it the whole of star trek is like. its the thing. its the absolute ultimate thing. its me watching the wrath of khan and asking my grandpa if kirk and apock are married. its my dad just smiling and saying that they love each other very much. its me and my dad arguing about tng and riker and picard and my dad saying "first rule of space travel: idiots dont travel in space!". its me watching tos on my own a thousand kilometres away and texting my dad about it and him laughing about the gorn and comparing it to this lil hill we have next to our city. its me and my dad watching tge one with the whales together and me not being able to stop saying "newklear uessls" for years. its us debating the ethics and morality of the prime directive and whether it should be unfailingly obliged. its recognising xenophobia through spock and worf and b'elanna. its me passing my anatomy exam by comparing human and vulcan anatomy. its me and my dad arguing about data and his humanity. its my dad saying "consider the romulans, akira; consider how it feels to be able to go back and change a world so that your loved ones dont die, at least in an alternate universe". its me explaining siskos choice in ds9 to my dad and arguing about it with him until we were both blue in the face. its my dad practicing for years and still failing to do the vulcan salute and laughing every time i ended out conversation with one. its me insisting we watch nemsis and him grimacing but indulging me, because he loved me more than he hated picard. star trek is all that, and so much more, and its me missing my dad so much that all the comfort i once had from this wonderful, wonderful universe i aspired to see one day is now just another thing that. well. that makes me emotionally compromised and unfit for duty.

[kedreeva]

I feel it necessary to ensure this person does not think they eat through their hands or even have mouths there or something. Evolution didn't do this, at least not physical evolution.

Given the apparent violent history of Vulcan, and that the whole suppressing emotions to control said violence/rage, my guess would be it arose as a byproduct of socialization, rather than anything inherent in their DNA. If you live on a planet where things may kill you and you have to be on your toes to avoid that, turning your faces away from everything else to smooch is a lot more dangerous than touching fingers while keeping watch. It's also just plain old cleaner. It's easier to wash your hands than your face, especially if you are trying to appear dignified, especially if you can't or don't necessarily use water (they evolved on a desert planet, water would be in high demand). There's less chance of spreading disease to touch hands.

There's another reblog chain of this where Sleepy posted a gif of Sarek and Amanda boarding the Enterprise, and they're talking to Captain Kirk

Amanda, the human, just sort of wanders in, not particularly paying attention to anything around her, smiling as she smooches her husband and looks at Kirk. Sarek, on the other hand, has his eyes on Kirk, the leader here, and does not waver in the least. Neither do the guards in the back.

Now. Sleepy suggested in the other chain that Vulcans may be super chill about PDA, but I'd argue Spock and Sarek don't really count. Spock because he's NOT entirely Vulcan - though he was socialized like a Vulcan, this happened alongside his mother socializing him as a human, and his father socializing him as an ambassador to humankind) - and Sarek because he's an ambassador to humans - fully Vulcan and socialized as a Vulcan, but trained to interact with humans in human ways. In the case of the gif above... it could very well be that Amanda is the one into PDA.

Given their social structure and the whole pon farr thing and the whole fighting to death to keep their partner or win them from someone else, it could very well be a socially sanctioned method of signalling who is taken. Sarek and Amanda could be experiencing different things in this moment. Amanda delighted to smooch her husband, Sarke staring >:| at Kirk going "THIS ONE IS MINE." If you're having a nice conversation with some person you find attractive at a social function and you're thinking of asking them out, it's easier to back off and control your tempter if someone else walks up and kisses the person than it would be if they walked up and said "back off, this one's taken." And again,

I haven't seen all of Star Trek (I've seen everything through the first few episodes of Discovery and excepting most of Enterprise), and I've never read any book material so I could be missing other context presented, but you'd really have to look at Vulcan-to-Vulcan interactions and see who is touching hands and who isn't to get a better idea of it.

That being said, given the whole Pon Farr thing escalating their mating drive past control, I would also posit that Vulcans WANT to be really into PDA, are socialized NOT to show affection for a variety of reasons, and therefore absolutely jump at the chance for socially sanctioned opportunities to get a lil sexy with their partners in public. Humans, being enthusiastic about kissing (we SHAKE HANDS but in many places kisses/kiss noises are common hellos and goodbyes!), create many open opportunities for this.

Yeah actually if we passed everything to each other using our lips as holding devices, or typed with our tongues, or whatever, than accidental kisses would happen all the time and would be less meaningful. I don't think it would remove meaning from intentional kisses but like the accidental stuff would just be normal hey whoops I licked you my bad carry on. Of course Vulcans are gonna be normal about touching hands, there's loads of reasons why touching hands is not romantic

[kirkstiddywindow]

Here’s a Sketch I did, might make it into a full piece later haha.

[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.

-

“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”

-

Taglist: @softsapphicideals

[cherrydreamer]

(half inspired by a dark horse!Claudia headcanon that Ihni made me think of once and I have never ever been able to drop because damn I love inventing wonderful backstories/hobbies/side quests for Claudia!)

Ok so…Lil headcanon of Dustin stumbling onto his Mom's stash of Kirk/Spock fanzines. And he doesn't quite know what he's found, nor does he spot ‘C.Henderson’ amongst the list of contributors, but he's already intrigued by the first hand drawn cover of a bruised Kirk in a very tattered uniform, so he figures they all must be some cool action based comics and his curiosity, as always, gets the better of him and Dustin stashes a few of them in his backpack for later without even looking at the rest of the pages. But he’s also eagerly distracted, especially when Steve has a pile of brand new horror releases from Family Video, and the zines end up getting left unread, at Steve's house. And Steve finds them. And he's pretty damn curious too, so he starts flicking through. And the more he reads, the more curious he gets. It's like a whole new world opening up for him. And maybe he was never really the biggest Star Trek fan, but he is hooked. Utterly gripped. And he can't tear his eyes away from some of the art. Especially some of the art. And while he might not be the most eager reader in the world, Steve powers through every single one of those stories without coming up for air.  Until it’s three in the morning and he’s finished them. All of them. Every single word of every single zine is burned into his brain, whirling round and round and he needs more, more, more.  Because maybe it’s made Steve think about something. About himself. And he’s not ready to stop thinking about that, not quite yet. Luckily, Steve’s a little more observant than Dustin.He definitely noticed a certain, familiar name (especially because it was the one written underneath the pieces that really captured his attention the most) which is why he’s back at the Henderson place at 7am, stack of zines in hand, fully aware that there’s no way Dustin’s going to be awake before 8.  Because, for once, it’s not Dustin he’s here to see.  (And cause I obviously wanna make it at least a little Harringrove then let’s have Billy finding one of the zines in Steve’s house, maybe one day when he’s there to pick up Max. And he gets such a weird look on his face the moment he sees it, part shock and part panic and absolutely drained of all colour, his eyes wide as he hisses, “Why the hell do you have this? Where the fuck did you find it?” And Steve can’t deal with him being disgusted or whatever, he just does not have time for it, so he stands there, hands on his hips and challenges Billy with, “It’s mine, what of it?” And Billy relaxes, Steve can see it happen almost instantly, the absolute relief crossing Billy’s face as he looks back down at the zine and flicks through the pages almost lovingly and smiles, “Nah, nothing. it’s a good choice, Harrington, got one of my best stories in this one.” And Steve’s mind is completely and utterly BLOWN and he eventually gets Billy to tell him which story he wrote and it turns out to be beautiful and romantic and full of longing and pining and Steve is so utterly, totally smitten by the end of it that he’s gazing at Billy with pure heart eyes.)

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I‘m  Always Curious Part Thirty Six

Previous Part | Next Part |  Masterlist Notes: I hope everyone’s having a good week 💕 ALSO @captain-andorable drew AMAZING fanart of Chapters 35 and 18, big thank you to them!! They’re amazing, y’all, go check them out!!!

Warnings: Cursing, a lil fluff, a lil angst. Y’all know me. (Still 😅) Summary: The briefing the Pike had given around the Hutton had made three facts incredibly clear: 1. The crew of the Hutton was terrified— for what reasons, we had yet to ascertain. 2. The landing party would be minimal— Pike, Una, Spock, Thira, Watson, and myself. 3. He did not want me going with them.

“Hey Pal, we’re heading over to pick up the S.S. Hutton. We got these files, but I’m not recognizing the language. The root looks Andorii. Feel like taking a crack at ‘em?” I asked, leaning over the seat of my old station.

“For sure, send ‘em over!” Paledore grinned, “We’re warping there now?” I nodded, “They’re dead in the water, transmissions are coming in static-y as all hell, and half of the crew is stranded down on Catalpa.” Paledore cringed. “I know,” I nodded, “I’m beaming down with the away team once we drop out of warp, I’ll have my communicator with me. Patch through with anything you work out.” “Will do!” I gave him a quick nod of thanks before heading for the turbolift. We had about an hour until we arrived at Catalpa. -- The briefing the Pike had given around the Hutton had made three facts incredibly clear: 1. The crew of the Hutton was terrified— for what reasons, we had yet to ascertain. 

2. The landing party would be minimal— Pike, Una, Spock, Thira, Watson, and myself: people that the Captain knew could quickly size up situations, cover our bases, follow orders when needed (but that were capable of going against Pike’s orders if we knew that it would be conducive to the safest outcome for the missions— something that Pike himself would do.)  3. He did not want me going with them. Only the primary points of the first two facts had been stated. We all knew Pike trusted us as his crew— he knew our strengths and weaknesses; he knew that we were willing to weigh the risks and put ahead the needs of the many for the needs of the few, or the one, in the case of risky away missions. The look that Pike had cast me as he’d dismissed us had told me all that I’d needed to know about his feelings regarding my beaming down with them. In my past few months on the Enterprise, Christopher had kept the kid gloves off, even going so far as sending me on away missions where he was not present. But when he’d nod me on my way, there was always a  ittle twist to his mouth, a little furrow to his brow. But he was being good. We were being good. We were still sparring– on a far more regular basis than we had been in my previous stint on the Enterprise. We shared the odd meal together— typically with at least Una or Spock present; it was rare that it was just the two of us. When it was, though, I had to stop myself from letting my looks linger, or from allowing myself to think too long about the feeling of his ankle or calf brushing against mine under the table. I didn’t let my eyes settle on the secretive, sweet little smiles that he would cast me before taking a drink from his glass, or the odd blink-and-I’d-miss-it wink. The minor proximity was enough to turn my insides to goo. It was embarrassing— and I was sure that he knew what effect he was having. Neither of us had taken any other steps toward fully rekindling the relationship we’d had before, but we were spending more time in each other's company than we had even when we’d briefly been together. His evening-ending murmurs of sweetheart hadn’t stopped, either. I didn’t want them going anywhere. But that concerned, displeased little look had been on Christopher’s face as I’d left the ready room to inform Paledore of our most recent assignment. 

-- 

“Dooooor,” I dragged out, voice hardly above a mumble as I rifled through the box from the storage unit that they’d kept my things in while I’d been away from the Enterprise. “Do I even want to know what you’re looking for?” I smiled at Una’s question, hardly looking away from my task. “I … Had this one notebook from the Academy, with translations and um— fuck,” I muttered, pulling a couple of other notebooks out and dropping them onto my desk, even as Una walked over to me, folding her arms over her chest, “It was from my Esoteric Excavated Xenolinguisitic elective— some of the uh… Some of the runes that were transmitted from the Hutton look so familiar, but I can’t—” “You do know that if you just put all of these notes on a PADD like a normal person, you wouldn’t be giving yourself a thousand-and-one paper cuts for the sake of a hunch? There’s a reason that this is no longer the prevailing method of note-taking and note-keeping.” I could hear Una’s condemning furrowed brow. “I do know that, thank you, mother,” I grumbled, straightening up and planting my hands on my hips as I looked over strewn stacks of notebooks on the desk, and the upturned stack that remained in the box. There were a few other items still inside as well— a sprig of Vulcan mint in a sealed box that Spock had brought back for me from Koutov’s conservatory, some Larilian coins from my first stint on the planet, a wilted flower that I’d picked from a patch of wildflowers back in Sandblossom. “... Why haven't you unpacked this stuff?” Una frowned, leaning against the desk. I considered it for a moment as I sat down in my desk chair, waving my hand in permission as she cast me a questioning glance before she reached into poke through the contents. “I don’t know. When I got back aboard, when… When I got into this room, and saw my stuff— Some of my stuff,” I shook my head, “It was like… It was like I was looking through someone else’s things. I’m not who I was the last time I was here. And that’s not a bad thing, it’s just… There’s a lot of history in there, a lot of good stuff.” “...And you feel that removing it from the box now will change its meaning?” I didn’t meet Una’s gaze, just eyed where she held the small container of Vulcan mint. “Something like that. Stupid, huh?” “Not the word I’d use.” “But the sentiment is on the right track?” Una made a thoughtful little noise in the back of her throat as she lowered the mint back into the box. “You are changed,” She agreed, “To disregard what has happened to you in your time away from the ship would be a disservice to what you’ve gone through. But consider,” She turned to face me again, crossing her arms, “The things that made those memories good then, who made them good, are still a part of you.” My stomach twisted, and I lowered my eyes. Thoughts of Sandblossom and Una’s profile under the low brim of a stetson, Spock’s arched little brow as he passed me the sprig after the incident on Koutov, the memory of being in Christopher’s arms, his generous smiles and warm gazes on Sepheron were things that had all kept me going on Somonia, and during the war. “I suppose,” I conceded quietly. “...And I do still see glimmers of who you were in the time before Somonia, and the war, sometimes,” Una tacked on softly. I glanced up at her curiously, and I found her smiling. She added, “There’s a lightness to you, an excitement— particularly when we’re hailed by a ship that speaks an obscure language, or you’re able to beam down and interact with a civilization that speaks something other than Basic or Klingon.” “Well. It’s what I was trained to do,” I sniffed. “Dork.” Una straightened up. “Tell you something else,” She added as she walked away, “I see it when you’re with him, too.” She didn’t need to clarify— the look that she threw me over her shoulder told me everything that I needed to know. “We drop out of warp in twenty minutes,” She warned before leaving my room, the door sliding shut behind her. Tag list: @angels-pie ; @fantasticcopeaglepasta  ; @mylittlelonelyappreciationtoo ; @how-am-i-serpose-to-know ; @onlyhereforthefandomandgiggles ; @inmyowncorner  ; @tardis-23  ; @paintballkid711 ; @katrynec ; @hypnobananaangelfish ; @elen-aranel ; @blueeyesatnight ; @hotchswifey ; @carbonated-beverage​

[writingfromkitchenator]

1,500 Followers Challenge!

The Title/Trope Challenge!

Again, thank you all for all your support!  You are all amazing and I truly cannot thank you enough for helping me get this far.  It’s certainly a milestone that I never thought I’d see.

Straight to the challenge!

Basic rules apply ~ there are 30 songs and 30 quotes posted below, pick one from your fandom with your character.  This will be open for a while as 2 requests per song/quote.  The only rule is here is, is that the requests cannot be from the same fandom.  I will try and keep the lists as updated as I can to try and avoid cross overs!

The extra - This time around, send me either a title and/or a trope to base to the fic on.  They can be as weird and wonderful as you want, or something simple.  In your ask, just specify which you are sending me and I’ll do the rest from there!

Recap:

Send me an ask with your request

Include your fandom and character

Choose a song and quote

Give me a title and/or a trope to base the fic on!

In saying that, please remember that this is all just a bit of fun, I’m sure you can have a laugh at some of the quotes below (based off of some of my favourite movies).  Please send all requests through asks, it’s easier for me to keep track of, and let me know of any questions!  It is, of course, okay to request more than once!

For now, there is no closing date, we will just keep going until all the requests are full!  Requests will be closing 1st May.

Further info below the cut.

Songs

Evermore  ~ Dan Stevens (Beauty and the Beast) - Lord of the Rings

Protector  ~ City Wolf - Supernatural and The Hobbit

I  See the Light ~ Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi (Tangled) - Lord of the Rings

I'd  Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) ~ Meat Loaf - Marvel and Supernatural

Bloodshot  ~ Sam Tinnesz

Let’s  Hear It For The Boy ~ Deniece Williams

All  Eyes On You ~ Smash Into Pieces

Feel  Invincible ~ Skillet

Natural  ~ Imagine Dragons - Lord of the Rings

Wrong  Side Of Heaven ~ Five Finger Death Punch

Shatter  Me ~ Lindsey Stirling Ft. Lzzy Hale - Supernatural

Feeling  Good ~ Nina Simone - The Hobbit and Marvel

Somebody  To Love ~ Queen - The Hobbit and The Witcher

Hurricane  ~ Thirty Seconds to Mars

You  Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi - The Hobbit

Girls  Just Wanna Have Fun ~ Cyndi Lauper - Supernatural

Total  Eclipse of the Heart ~ Bonnie Tyler - The Hobbit

Don’t  You (Forget About Me) ~ Simple Minds

Hell  Ain’t a Bad Place to Be ~ AC/DC

Love  Is A War ~ Jeremy Renner

A  Reason to Fight ~ Disturbed - The Witcher

True  Love ~ P!nk ft. Lily Allen - Marvel and Supernatural

Poison  ~ Alice Cooper

Sucker  for Pain ~ Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons w/ Logic & Ty  Dolla $ign ft X Ambassadors (Suicide Squad)

Hello  Hello ~ Elton John ft. Lady Gaga (Gnomeo and Juliet) - Lord of the Rings and Supernatural

I’m  Gonna Be (500 Miles) ~ The Proclaimers - Marvel and Lord of the Rings

I Will Always Love You ~ Whitney Houston  (The Bodyguard) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

When You Wish Upon A Star ~ Cliff Edwards  (Pinocchio) - The Hobbit

Raise Hell ~ Dorothy

Leave Me Lonely ~ Imelda May

Quotes

I mean, those people aren't exactly our regular customers. (Legion)

I would not have shown you such mercy. (Legion) - Lord of the Rings

When you hesitate, people die. (Doom)

Yeah, I was thinking about it. (Doom)

Will you please get this child off my leg? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks) - Supernatural

Do you poison the dragon or just the liver? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks)

I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering. (The Music Man) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

A man can't turn tail and run just because a little personal risk is involved. (The Music  Man) - Marvel

You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles! (101 Dalmatians) - Supernatural

It was a beautiful spring day. Tedious time of the year for bachelors. (101  Dalmatians) - Marvel

I think I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this problem until it  swims up and bites you in the ass. (Jaws) - Lord of the Rings

Smile you son of a bitch! (Jaws)

You never have control, that’s the illusion! (Jurassic Park) - The Hobbit

Boy, do I hate being right all the time.  (Jurassic  Park) - The Witcher

The suspense is terrible.  I hope it'll last. (Willy  Wonka and The Chocolate Factory) - Lord of the Rings

So shines a good deed in a weary world. (Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory)

That was naughty. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) - The Hobbit and Supernatural

You broke my heart once. This time you missed. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)

You know, he looks heroic and he walks fast, but he’s kind of got a negative attitude.  (The Meg) - The Lord of the Rings

Yeah, well, I’m not crazy, I’ve just seen things no one else has. (The Meg) - Marvel

Eight years is a long time. Can I make you a cup of tea? (Godzilla) - Marvel

As far as he's concerned, you're just a pair of breasts that talk. (Godzilla) - The Hobbit

Afraid? You don't know what afraid is. You will not last five minutes without me.  (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Oh, okay, honey. Well, that would be cheating. (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Carrots? Why is it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots! (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural

I know what you seek, and you will not find it here. (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural and The Witcher

No. I can't do that, and if you were in my position, you'd do the same. (Alien)

When I give an order I expect to be obeyed. (Alien)

I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier.  (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings

Well, I say we get drunk, because I'm all out of ideas. (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit

Characters I will write for:

The Hobbit – Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Gloin (friends only), Frerin, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Bilbo, Lindir, Beorn

The Lord of the Rings – Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Elrond, Haldir

Supernatural – Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Lucifer, Benny, Balthazar, Chuck, Garth, Mick, Gadreel, Charlie, Bobby

Marvel – Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Thor, Peter Quill, Logan, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson, Heimdall

Dragon Age – Alistair, Anders, Cullen, Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana, Fenris, Sebastian, Iron Bull, Dorian, Cassandra, Blackwall, Varric

Harry Potter – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Neville, Remus, Sirius, Fred, George

Star Trek (Newer Films) – Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scotty

The Witcher (TV Series) – Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier

Of course, this list isn’t a final thing, if you feel I could write a character, please just send me a message and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not.

Please of course note that all drabble requests are reader insert.  I will not do character pairings, but I will change to first/third person if you prefer reading that way.  Y/N will be the standard name though and remain that way.

For any Dragon Age requests, if you wish to appear as a certain race, please let me know.

[mrspockomakeitso]

Happy Birthday!!!

For my prompt/pairing, I would like to suggest TOS Spock & Uhura. Love them idea of them as a couple but there not much out there.

BTW so was thinking shouldn't it be the other way around. You give us prompts/pairing and we write you stories? After all its your birthday not ours....

A good pairing, thank you so much for requesting it! To answer your question, I think I just really love writing and so getting to write short lil fics about my favorite series is a little birthday treat for myself, without the work of thinking of an entire plotline or characters to write about.

Here’s the ficlet!

The Rec room was quiet at this time of night. Most of the Ensigns had been chased off to bed by lieutenants two years older, who thought they were basically old enough to be the recent graduates’ parents. A few dimmed lights created shadows around the chairs and tables, the chess table, the stragglers speaking in hushed tones in the front of the room.

Spock was in the back of the room meditating, as had become his custom. It was a litte challenge for himself, to meditate in public without becoming distracted by the commotion around him. Here in the near-darkness and the quiet of the late-night rec room, it was almost as easy as meditating in his cabin.

Almost.

Because there was another new development in his life. A new relationship, the humans would call it, but the way it made him feel surely fit a stronger word.

“Nyota,” he murmered, as he opened his eyes to find her approaching.

She wore purple pajamas, silky and flowing as she walked, and a warm smile. It had been a long day, and it seemed no one could sleep. If he paid attention, Spock could probably sense the stress drifting through the minds of his crewmates.

“I didn’t expect to find you here,” she said. “You’re usually the first to go to bed.”

“I required extra meditation tonight. The events of today were...disturbing.”

She frowned, turning down to the floor. Yes, disturbing was the word for it. Too many injuries. Too much chaos.

But that was all over now. It was quiet and peaceful now. It was alright.

“Spock?”

“Yes, Nyota?”

She smiled at the use of her first name, still unaccustomed to their new intimacy.

“Would you like to join me?”

“Join you?” He turned a furrowed brow toward her, then noticed the lyre in her hand.

She lifted the lyre and set it in his hands. The wood was cool and sturdy, a grounding force for the winding thoughts circling round his mind. As Nyota slid her hand off of the lyre, she briefly paused with a hold on his own hand. Their fingers touched delicately, trembling with the contact.

His mind was soothed by comforting words from all sorts of languages. That was Nyota’s specialty, learning languages. He’d never realized what a gift it was until now. Now that her mind was touching his, and her flowing cadence of languages did more to ease his mind than all of the meditation in the world.

“Which would you like to sing tonight?” He asked.

“Something gentle.” She sat beside him, her knee touching his through the fabric of her silk pajamas and his uniform. “Something we can sing together.”

“There is a Vulcan duet for times like these,” he flicked his fingers over the strings of the lyre, releasing a few soft notes into the air. “Would you like to learn it?”

Nyota leaned her hand and then her head on his shoulder. Somehow he felt her smile, though he could not see her face, and knew she had closed her eyes.

“Yes,” she said finally, “Teach it to me. Please.”

He allowed a tiny smile to touch his lips. And tonight, he didn’t worry if the light caught his expression and showed it to the lieutenants sitting across the room.

Send me characters/pairings from tos, tng, ds9, voy, or Doctor Who and I’ll write a ficlet about them!!

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

notable moments from the star trek tos episode “shore leave” because uhh.... there’s a lot to process here so i’m putting it on tumblr:

- “push. push hard. dig it in there mr. spock-” HI WHAT THE UTTER AND ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT??? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! J I M?! (also the follow up “thank you yeoman that’s sufficient.” SENT ME)

-okay spock’s whole “there is a crewman who’s performance is down because he refuses to rest” in order to trick kirk into going on vacation was so cute 🥺🥺

- gulu. sulu with a gun.

- Let Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy Smile More Challenge (seriously he was so smiley this episode and it was so cute)

-the entire planet being just fucking insane and also the weird-ass music that was playing throughout the episode

-jim’s insane irish ex???? (well ex-childhood bully but let’s be honest there was some weird homoeroticism there)

-BONES JUST FUCKING DYING????!!!!! BECAUSE HES REALLY STUPID AND DIDNT MOVE OUT OF THE WAY OF A LITERAL KNIGHT CHARGING AT HIM?? (i know he came back to life but s t i l l)

-kirk and spock taking no time at all to mourn the aforementioned death of their best friend like geez guys that’s a little rude (edit: i just saw a photoset of jims reaction to bones’ “death” and he was actually really sad but still. they could have taken a lil more time to grieve.)

- jim and spock just c l i n g i n g to each other while being shot at (and jim’s shirt being Tastefully ripped while they do so 👀)

- jim: “no i’ll go back to the ship you should stay mr. spock” spock, thinking about how in the past hour he got to see bones die and also clutch onto a shirtless kirk: “nah i’m good i’ve had all the vacation i need”

that’s all i can remember but oh boy that sure was an experience

(bonus commentary from my personal viewing experience:

my dad- my incredibly heterosexual dad, who doesn’t pick up at all on jim and spock being flamingly gay for each other- saying: “wow bones and sulu are standing really close maybe there’s something there 😳👀)

[space-helen]

Return

Words: 353

Pairing: Spock (disco) x Reader

A/N: I’m a lil out of practice writing for Spock... sorry!

Request: Ooh, could I request #14 with Disco!Spock? I love your fics so much ;; Thank you!! - Anon 14. “But are you ok?”

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You'd been close friends with Spock for years but before the Enterprise's involvement with the Discovery you'd been transferred to a different ship in order to take over temporarily as first officer.

But you were back now, stood in the Enterprise's transporter room waiting for Spock and Captain Pike to beam aboard. You knew they'd spent a lengthy amount of time talking to command and that the Discovery was no more. 

Gold beams materialised in front of you and the two men, and close friends, were there.

Pike was the first to move, taking steps off the pad with wide arms "Y/N how are you"

You hugged the man briefly "I'm good." Pulling away you looked over his shoulder at Spock, Chris moved out of the way as Spock walked slowly off the transporter pad his hands firmly tucked behind his back. 

You flug your arms around the man and he hesitantly unclutched his hands and returned the hug stiffly.

"How are you?" The man asked when you eventually let go.

"I'm good Spock. How are-"

"How was your transferral"

"It was amazing but I would have rather stay with you guys. How-"

"I'm sure you-"

"Spock stop. Enough about me, how are you?"

"I'm back on the ship and ready for duty."

"I can see that. But are you ok?" You said softly reaching out to the man and putting a reassuring hand on his arm.

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes briefly, almost as if he finally relaxed. "I'm as good as I can be considering the circumstances."

You rubbed the man's arm up and down "no one has really asked you that have they."

"They seem to think I function much like any other Vulcan and forget I too also have some feelings… I am half Human after all." he said with a very sad half smirk

"Did he just make a joke?” you questioned wide eyed as you looked at Chris.

“Yep, get used to it, the discovery changed him.”

You looked back at Spock and smiled “Well, I’m here for you no matter what.”

Tag List: (Open)

All Pike and Spock: @allthetrek​ @mrscasnovak​ @carietrekkie​

Spock: @endlesssummerfun​ @cynthianokamaria @nuclearwessel @nikkzwrites

Star Trek AOS and Disco: @spaskaalekha @wallows-spring​

[lesbian-of-nine]

Liveblogging Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home

- funk yea sarek

- Spock at it again being dramatic <33

- "how do you feel" Oop 😳😳

- once again, saavik is very pretty 🥺🥺

- ok wtf goin on

- why is this probe thing pulling a moses

- whale noises.

- "the species have been extinct since the 21st century" WHAT

- no no no we are NOT gonna pull any time shenanigans

- oh god they're actually doing it

- WHAT ARE THESE EFFECTS

- ITS THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST

- AGGHH THIS IS SO CRINGE WHAT

- secondhand embarrassment go brrrr

- chekov honey that Russian accent ain't gonna work in this time period

- went to that bathroom just to escape for a lil bit </3

- I DID NOT WANT TO SEE SPOCKS ASS

- I MEAN HE DOESNT HAVE MUCH BUT STILL

- let Spock say the f word 2020

- TWO LARGE PIZZAS ?!&/&-:)/

- CHEKOV YOU ARE SCREWED

- POV feral Russian child on the loose

- mmm the masks are very fitting

- THIS SCENE IM CACKLING

- YESS SPOCK SAID DAMN

- YEAH TURN AROUND BUDDY

- ohhh my god they actually did it

- goddammit not the probe again

- new cryptid: wet spock

- finally the damn probe is gone

- WHOA SMILING SPOCK I LUV

- that was the most homoerotic stare I've ever seen

- YESS THE ENTERPRISE IS BACK

- nyoom

[fictionandtheatre]

23 + 26 for K/S aaaaaand 50 for chahura???

(I’m going to do the Chahura prompt on a second post to keep this neat. Look out for that!) 

Prompts: weight of the world + tactile 

450 words. Angst and a lil steamy. 😮

****

The day had been difficult. 

When Spock stepped past the threshold of the captain’s quarters, it was to see his superior lying on his bed face down, his arms locked around his head.

They were often viewed as opposites. The captain smiled, he did not. He ran cold, and Jim was perpetually warm. 

But on occasion, they both wept. And neither of them very much enjoyed having that fact known. A captain must remain unquestioned in his strength by the crew, and thus he must hide himself, his feelings from all outside eyes.

Including, at times, those of his chosen partner. 

Gingerly, Spock lowered himself onto the bed. 

“I don’t want to talk,” came from under the barricade of Jim’s arms. The words were thick, betraying a glimmer of the emotions below.   

Spock placed his hands on his back.

“Nor do I.”

He could feel the weight of the ship beneath his fingertips, coiled into Jim’s flesh in a communion that might have been perverse, frightening, if Spock did not understand him as he did. He knew why Jim allowed himself to shoulder such a burden. 

It was his duty to ease it. 

Below, Jim produced a soft sound of indulgence, as Spock slowly worked the muscles of his back. Starting at his hips, his tailbone, trailing upward over his ribs, feeling the tension unwind beneath his touch. The barricade around his head began to weaken. 

Up his shoulders, carefully negotiating the vulnerable column of his neck. Spock leaned to place his lips behind one ear. 

Jim shifted away, sat up. Spock almost made to apologize, but as Jim pulled the uniform shirt over his head, recognized that this was not a matter of fault, or discomfort. 

A slight thump as the shirt hit the floor. When Jim looked over his shoulder, the rim of his eyes were pink, but no trace of unsteady emotion dampened his commanding gaze.

“I want…” He looked to Spock’s hands. “May I?”

“As you please.”

He did not seem to be in the mood for their usual dance, their niceties. Nor was he inclined to hold further conversation.  

Jim took Spock by the wrists, pulled him forward, locked his back into Spock’s chest. His hands slid overtop Spock’s, began to guide them across his chest, down the curve of his hip to his thighs, to spread across his mouth - to engulf himself in his touch, Spock realized. 

To surrender while still in control. 

He understood. A whisper of human feelings through the bond - loneliness, longing, the ever present reminder that this was forbidden, that his ship, his freedom, you, Spock, you might somehow be taken from him. 

He understood. Spock understood quite deeply. 

He did what Jim’s hands bid him do. 

*