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444names · 2 years ago

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male greek forenames BUT excluding "o"

Achaias Achanis Achantis Acharatis Achil Achilis Achratevas Achridas Achriltis Adamias Addas Ademetris Agiada Ailleas Aillefthis Ailtis Alazanni Aleanas Aleas Alefsta Aleksilis Aleni Alexias Alexista Alias Alipiris Amassilida Anasseus Andamantis Andas Andemes Andreg Andrenis Angel Angelis Anike Annes Annick Annis Antes Antineias Antines Antis Anuelis Anuil Anuilis Apiris Arales Aralu Arastes Arathanaki Ardigheri Ardis Arghighil Arias Ariasilis Arida Aristel Aristris Arrys Arsene Arsenistas Arseus Artis Atataki Atelis Athemes Ather Atheri Atheridas Athris Atiri Atitris Attharis Augus August Augustiste Augustris Aurew Biketus Cardis Chaleine Chanas Channick Chanthis Chanueles Chargianas Charis Chras Chrati Chrias Chril Chrip Chris Christel Chryssilis Cleftes Clias Craki Crasiu Cratasiu Dassebas Demes Demetus Demmandre Demmaris Demmas Denes Deralu Dergherges Deris Digasseas Diketris Dimil Dimilles Dines Dinis Distas Distis Efanaelis Efanas Efstas Efsteris Efstis Eftes Eftevris Efthanas Efthani Eftharis Elistakis Emetris Emetus Emmanas Emmannas Emmannis Emmaris Emmarist Emmaxiada Epamathe Epametus Epanaelis Epannes Epanni Epannikas Epavvas Ephilvaris Eustas Evagas Evasiltis Evassilis Evenis Fanas Fanes Fangel Fanis Fantitras Geledasis Geleris Geles Gelias Gelines Gelis Gelistaki Geris Germetris Giachadda Giadda Giakas Giaki Gianatis Giangel Giannathis Glamas Greantias Greas Grias Gridas Grike Gustes Haianas Haleas Hanas Handa Handas Hanis Hanneias Hannides Hannistas Hanuilis Harateris Harilles Haris Hartis Hemmari Henistis Hennes Highis Hilis Hratassiu Hrisaakles Hrymitris Hryssiu Iachannis Iadda Iakis Ianaelis Iange Ianuelis Iasilias Iassilis Ighilis Ilatis Illeas Istas Kalis Kharigas Kleas Kleftes Klenis Klentelene Kridamanas Kymil Kymilis Kyrignas Kyris Kyristylis Lames Lamilate Lassis Laureanas Laureas Laurew Lefange Lefthandis Lerignas Letri Letris Letus Lexannick Lexiakis Lides Makias Maklis Managas Managge Manas Manassiu Mandigas Mandines Mandreg Mannis Maras Marike Maril Maris Matas Mates Mathangel Mathe Metralis Metris Miaki Miakis Michris Miclip Miclis Miliandas Milis Milist Milles Miltida Milvas Mitralames Mitrias Mitris Myris Neksiu Nektas Nestes Niclexis Nidaines Nidassil Nides Nikas Nines Nistaris Nistavvas Nistes Nistis Pames Panas Panatas Panda Pandemes Pandis Pandre Panes Pangelis Paninis Panis Pannas Pannikleas Pannis Pantis Paugus Paugustris Paure Paureg Paures Pavvaris Peras Pergeles Peris Petrales Petrateris Petris Petus Phaddas Phandre Phantinis Philis Plamannas Plamatis Plaugus Plaurew Saakas Sames Sametrias Savagas Savri Savrista Savvales Savvanas Seandas Seustas Seustes Silazannis Siles Silias Silis Silvannis Skymitris Skyri Skyris Spida Spidas Spides Spiri Spirianael Spiris Spyri Spyriaki Spyrianas Spyrilip Spyris Stakis Standas Stangeris Stannis Stantis Stari Stefstini Stephil Stidas Stines Stiris Strakaris Stras Strateris Stril Stris Stylis Takiaki Taklestes Tanagas Tandas Tanis Tanthilis Taris Tasseas Tastel Tasyvis Tathanas Tatis Tavas Thades Thales Thanas Thannis Thantis Tharis Tharrys Tharsennis Tharseus Tharti Thenis Theris Thilis Thilles Thipiris Tzachari Tzaharas Vageles Vanas Vandreg Vange Vannas Vannis Varales Vasil Vasiu Vasseas Vassenick Vassil Vassiu Vastannes Vastevis Xenes Xenichri Xennicles Xennis Yanas Yandemes Yangelis Yanis Yanti Yantis Yanuel Yiaki Yianas Yiandines Yianis Yiannick Zachanges Zahalis Zaharis Zanassilis Zenes Zenestas Zenis Zeuaggelis Zeuagiakis Zeustas Zeustis

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thesoftdumbass · 5 years ago

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read this - Star Trek

BenKaru

On A Whim by @captainsbabysitter-blog

Baby Makes Three by @captainsbabysitter-blog

The Cakewalk by @captainsbabysitter-blog

Five Months, Three Days by @captainsbabysitter-blog

Chril

Coffee Mistakes by @pinkamour1588

Jim Kirk

Leonard McCoy

Mckirk

Montgomery Scott

Knew I Loved You Then by @kaitymccoy123

Loopy by @kaitymccoy123

1250 Follower Ficlet #4 by @outside-the-government

Only the Best for the Best by @eufeme

Perfect Gifts by @kjs-s

Convergence series by @goingknowherewastaken

Pavel Chekov

One Last Time by @mybullshitsensesaretingling

Tricky Business by @outside-the-government

Spock

Turbulence by @mybullshitsensesaretingling

What Love Is by @mybullshitsensesaretingling

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myserie · 6 years ago

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Chris/Phil Shorts 2/???

For @virtu-s, @starfleetisapromise and @allthewians

Chris would have sworn on the Bible, the Torah, the Quran and, most importantly, a mint condition signed first edition of The Lord of The Rings, with appendices, that he had put his contacts back in their container last night.

And that fumbling around his bathroom counter, squinting uselessly at the blurred polished surroundings was doing him no favours in proving he actually did deserve the medal for Tactical Ingenuity that Captain April pinned on his uniform a month ago.

At this rate I’m never going to get to the bridge, he thought, rubbing his eyes as they began to ache from straining to see. He could call in sick, turn his entire quarters upside down and hopefully find them before lunch so he could at least do half a shift.

Of course the moment he called in, Sarah April would be at his door with enough hypos to stun an Earth elephant and a bowl of her famous (because it was awful) chicken soup. When she found out why he called in sick, she would make him wear his glasses and go to work.

Chris hated his glasses. He had ever since he first got them back in the third grade and was the only one in the school with glasses.

He knew whether he found his contacts or not, he would be at work in an hour, and ran his hands over the counter a final time, almost praying for them to miraculously appear. When they didn’t, predictably, he dropped to his knees and opened the cupboard underneath with slumped shoulders. Inside he pushed aside various brightly coloured toiletries and personal items before his fingers closed around the hard leather case that contained his glasses.

They weren’t terribly ugly, unlike the almost insect-like spectacles he’d worn as a child. Oval in shape, with thin wire frames coated in glossy black plating. The arms were dark turtle shell with flecks of silver through the plastic and rested comfortably on the bridge of his nose and behind his ears. His eyes flicked across the countertop a final time, hoping to see his contacts now that his vision was clear.

There was no sign of them, so with a sigh he fixed the collar of his uniform and quickly exited his quarters. If he ran he’d make it to the bridge before the start of Alpha Shift.

Only slightly winded he stepped out of the turbo lift and stopped just short of the Captain’s Chair, which already contained Robert April in all his early shift glory.

Meaning, Bob was clutching a cup of black coffee like it was the only thing keeping him from oozing onto the floor and falling asleep, eyes bleary and shoulders slumped. Chris had learned pretty quickly after taking this position on Enterprise that it was best to just let Captain April wake up in his own time, or everyone would be subject to his foul temper for the entire shift.

“You’re late,” the Captain observed, not looking at him.

Chris also knew that lying to the Captain about trivial personal matters was likely to get April’s nose shoved into all of his business. “I couldn’t find my contacts,” he said.

Robert twisted in the chair to look at him, simply blinked, and turned back to stare out at the passing stars.

Half an hour into the shift, Chris was ready to throw his glasses across the room and deal with being blind for the rest of the day. The nose pads were loose, unable to stay where they were and slid down his nose every time he moved his head, which meant every time he looked down at his console to adjust their course he had to push them back into place.

“Commander Pike,” Robert said, now more awake and actually sitting in his chair instead of slouching. “Why don’t you do down to medical and have your glasses adjusted?”

“I’m fine, sir,” he lied.

“I’ll make it an order, Commander,” Robert said. “And while you’re down there have Dr April fabricate some new contacts. That is an order.”

Chris stood, reluctant, and Robert smiled at him smugly as he passed the Captain’s chair. “Thank you, Commander,” the older man said, cheerful.

Chris didn’t respond and stepped into the turbo lift, feeling agitated as he wandered down to Medical. Not only were his glasses inconvenient, they were interrupting his work and the Captain’s work. Hopefully Sarah would be able to fabricate new contacts before his next shift.

“Christopher!” Sarah called, almost waddling over to him. Sarah April never failed to astound Chris, when his own mother was in her final trimester with his younger sister she has barely been able to roll off the couch without his father’s help, but Sarah was nearly at full term and was still working full shifts.

Either she didn’t trust Phil to keep her Medbay running or she didn’t trust her husband not to do something incredibly stupid while she wasn’t on duty.

Somehow, Chris got the feeling it was both.

“What brings you down to medical?” She asked. “Don’t tell me, Bob overdid it with the caffeine again?”

“Probably,” Chris replied. “But he sent me down to get my glasses adjusted. They’re loose.”

Sarah reached up and plucked them directly off his face. He blinked at the rapid change in focus and followed her cautiously through medbay, making sure to keep at enough of a distance that he didn’t bump into her. The last thing he needed was to tell his captain he knocked over his very pregnant wife.

“Sit down, Christopher,” Sarah told him, and he found the seat she was gesturing to without much fumbling. He could hear her rummaging through a drawer, humming to herself as she did and he let himself drift a little, eyes closed and mind blank.

Sarah had a calming presence, and after a morning of stress and discomfort it was very appreciated.

“Here, try this,” she said, sliding the glasses back onto his face. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, then turned his head from left to right and then looked down. They felt secure, barely moving for all but the most violent head turns. Sarah smiled at him when he looked back up at her.

“Better?” She asked.

He smiled back. “Yes, thank you,” he replied, standing. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, which she accepted with a smile and patted his chest with the hand that currently wasn’t pressing against her pregnant belly.

“Go find Phil,” she told him, and sounded uncomfortable. “I need to have a word with my parasite.”

“You shouldn’t call them that,” he replied.

“They’re my child,” Sarah said, sitting in the seat he vacated. “And until my husband and I pick a name I can call them whatever I want.”

Chris left her to bicker with her uncooperative feotus and wandered through medical in search of his illusive boyfriend.

After a moment of fruitless searching, he stopped in the centre of Medical and folded his arms over his chest. “Phil?” He called.

“In a minute, Chris!” He heard Phil shout from one of the exam rooms.

Chris moved to stand outside of it, and as Phil walked out he fell into step beside him. Phil’s head was buried in a PADD, stylus moving furiously as he jotted down Medical jargon in horrific penmanship. “What are you doing down here?” Phil asked, impatient.

“Hello to you too.”

“Not now, Chris. I’ve got to finish this charting before end of shift or Sarah will have my ass,” Phil replied, still not looking at him. “Now what’s wrong? Do you need a new inhaler?”

“No, I still have the one you gave me last week,” Chris said. “I lost my contacts, Sarah said you could synthesise new ones?”

Phil finally looked up from his work, and two things happened simultaneously.

Chris walked through the door they had been heading towards, and Phil smacked into the wall beside it with a whack.

“Phil!” Chris shouted, rushing back through the door and falling to his knees beside Phil’s prone form.

The older man groaned, rolling onto his side before sitting up and clutching his face. “When did you start wearing glasses?” He demanded.

Chris blinked.

Phil’s face was tinted pink, the blush crawling up from his cheeks to his hairline and then down past the collar of his uniform.

Chris blinked once more.

“Do you like my glasses, Phil?” He asked carefully.

The blush grew deeper and Phil ducked his head, glaring at the ground as Chris felt a grin spread across his face.

“They’re okay,” Phil grumbled.

Chris lifted his hand to adjust his glasses.

Maybe he could put off getting new contacts for a few more days, just to see if his old ones turned up.

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captainsbabysitter-blog · 6 years ago

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Date Disasters

Pairing: Chris Pike/Phil Boyce

Rating: T? Sex is glossed over

Length: 1236 words

Summary: The date following Stars Collide! Chris is a walking disaster, Phil’s no better, and somehow they work.

~*~*~*~

That whole week waiting for their date went like cold molasses. Time seemed to crawl up until that Saturday morning when it seemed as though there wasn’t enough time for anything anymore. One second, Chris was looking over his collection of exactly five shirts and three pairs of pants debating whether this was more a slacks date or a jeans date (maybe khakis?), and the next second he didn’t even have time to contemplate which shirt to wear or else he’d be late. He pulled on a t-shirt- he changed his mind about the white shirt last minute and instead went for navy- and pulled on his jacket. His untamable curls were a lost cause and he didn’t even bother trying to run a comb through them on his way past the mirror. Maybe one day he’d get around to cutting the damn things off.

Down one block, over two. Chris noted his usual markers as he sped, shoulders hunched against the biting February air, to his favorite source of caffeinated fuel. The heat that blasted him when he stepped inside was almost like heaven to him and he let the warmth seep into his chilled fingers as he took in the room. Saturday meant a packed house for any cafe near campus, but Chris knew most of these people would get their coffee and run back to whatever science project waited for them back in their respective labs. The tables would remain empty for the most part.

He put in his usual order and claimed a table that let him keep an eye on the door. In his haste to get out of the cold, Chris ended up five minutes early so he tried to get himself to relax in the meantime. While the minutes ticked away, Chris sipped at what his roommates called his coffee syrup.

3pm came and went. So did 3:30 and Chris was getting ready to give up and go home at about five minutes to 4 when a very harried-looking, familiar face ran in. Phil looked around wildly and his whole body seemed to relax when he saw Chris still sitting at his table.

“I’m so, so, so sorry I missed my bus and then a car splashed my first outfit so I had to run back to my dorm and I ended up just driving here and do you know parking around here really sucks?” He blurted out the second he was close enough to Chris’ table to speak without shouting over the dull but incessant murmur.

Chris bit back a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. It’s partly why I don’t have a car. You wanna get some coffee and have a seat? Preferably without dumping it on me this time?”

“I make no promises,” he grinned. “You want a refill? I feel like I owe you double down between the shirt and almost standing you up.”

“Sure… Just tell whoever’s at the counter that it’s for Chris.”

“Oh? Well known around these parts?” Phil teased with a smile.

“I, uh… Well I’m here a lot?” He floundered a little as his heart skipped a beat over that smile. Without a doubt, he was already in trouble.

With another flash of teeth, Phil turned and made his way to the counter. Chris took the opportunity to sweep his eyes along the curve of Phil’s ass approvingly. Not bad at all.

“As a future doctor, I have to inform you that the amount of sugar you drink will kill you one day.”

“So will living,” Chris quipped back.

“Touche. Here’s your sugar milk.”

Chris accepts the cup with a grateful smile and takes a sip. “So… A doctor? Premed, or…?”

“I’m in my first year of med school. Finished my pre-med last spring. What about you?”

“Astrophysics. Stars… Space stuff.”

“So you from the area?” Phil prodded. “You have a little bit of an accent, but I can’t place it.”

“Mojave. I wanted to come here to MIT and my best friend ended up at Wellesly. It was a good move. I… Didn’t really have much to leave behind, I guess. Though I miss the whole not having snow up to my ass part.”

“Oh… I’m sorry? But being so close to your friend sounds nice at least.”

“And I got to meet you. Another bonus. You’re… Yeah. Definitely a bonus…”

“You’re not used to flirting, are you?”

Chris rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly. “No… Don’t really have much experience in that area. Or any…”

“None? You? Why? You’re hot.”

“I… Thanks? You’re… You look good, too,” he stammered his way through the words, trying to ignore the way his cheeks felt hot now.

They chatted for another couple of hours, burning their way through a few more cups of coffee and consisting primarily of Phil chattering. Chris responded when needed, but mostly tried to smartly keep his mouth shut because every time he opened it something rambled, babbled, or otherwise stuttered its way out.

He let Phil walk back to his dorm with him. Really, what Christ should have done was say good night and go back to doing his calculus homework. That’s what he should have done. What he did instead was get thoroughly distracted by Phil’s lips, the way he clung to Chris’ jacket, the feeling of another warm body pressed against his own, and soft hitches in Phil’s breath as Chris discovered new and senstive spots trailing down his neck.

The next thing either of them knew, they were hidden behind the closed door of Chris’ room. Clothes were scattered, breathing was heavy, and smouldering eyes met. Chris was happy to discover that anything he lacked in terms of conversation were more than made up for in the bedroom.

When all was said and done, Chris was half-laying across Phil’s chest while Phil traced patterns in the freckles on his shoulder. “Well… That’s not how I planned for this to go. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

“Me either. Holy shit I’ve never done anything like this before.” He pressed a kiss to Phil’s shoulder, his lips curling up into a little half smile. “But I thought sex was more…”

“Insertive?” Phil provided casually. When Chris’ cheek lit up an embarrassed red, he laughed. “Yeah most people do. But really… You don’t have to fuck or get fucked for sex to happen. Espeically with men. We’ll have to take that part slow. If we ever do it.”

“I’d… Be up for a repeat performance,” Chris tried not to sound so hopeful, but despite their clumsy beginnings and their stumbled attempts at a date, he found himself really wanting to see Phil again.

“I would be, too… Maybe work our way up to something a little more permanent if that’s what you’re looking for?”

“What? As in a boyfriend? Maybe.”

“How about I see about coming by again sometime next week?”

“How about we talk about it later?” Chris countered with a yawn. “I need to see when my next exam is coming up…”

“Sounds good. You get some sleep and I’ll be right here.”

Several hours, a few thoroughly scoured syllabi, and another round in the sack later found the two of them making plans for the following week. When Phil finally left to head back to Chestnut Hill the next morning, Chris found himself unable to wipe the smile off his face.

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soap-brain · 6 years ago

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69 + culmets (lmao) or 88 + chril

HELL YES HELL YES HELL YES :D

also omg that’s *whispers* the sex number

these got really long so here’s a cut

69 + culmets

Hugh rubs his eyes and blinks again while he stares at the disappearing and reappearing dots on his PADD display. Maybe he should just text Paul and call it a night - or day, seeing how it’s 6:34am. Except they haven’t talked face to face for, fuck, probably for a whole week now, maybe more. There’ve been voicemails and texts, and that’s nice but it’s not enough. He needs the reassurance of Paul’s whole being, his little smirks and bigger smiles, his voice, his eyes, the way he gesticulates while talking, especially after the hell week of terrifying and stressful space “adventures” he and this ship have just had, including loss of gravity, even a whole day without life support, life-threatening injuries, battles, away missions and so forth. Hugh needs a damn good night of sleep, at least a whole month of vacation, and, most importantly, a hug. Either from his mom or Paul. But since he can’t have any of those things (especially not the sleep - he’s back on duty in about six hours, but he needs to see Paul’s smile like he needs air), he’ll settle for second best, and that’s calling Paul. Who knows all these things, or can at least probably extrapolate them, so why the hell isn’t he picking -?

Pling. Paul’s face fizzes into view, wearing that sweet soft little smile he usually wears when they call each other.

Suddenly Hugh is warm and safe and happy, all because of that sweet curl of pink lips.

“Hi Hugh.”

God, he wants to live in these moments where all he has to think about is how pretty Paul is when he smiles like that.

“Paul. Hi. It’s so good to see you.”

“Why are you still in uniform? Aren’t you off?”

Hugh also loves that crease between Paul’s eyebrows. It’s the perfect place to press a kiss to and then watch the frown melt away.

“Yeah, I’m off. Sorry, I’m just - I needed to see your face. How are you?”

Paul shrugs. “We’ve run into a bit of a problem with the current greenhouse, and we might need to section parts of it off to allow for vastly different climates, which is annoying, so to speak, because of course the owners have a problem with that, and... well, now we’re looking into not having to rebuild but just somehow adding different biomes. Maybe with bigger grow tents, so we’ve been looking at various models and comparing what they offer versus what we’ll need, and...”

Hugh lets Paul talk and watches him. He hardly has enough mental energy to keep his eyes open, much less follow along with what Paul’s saying, but he knows Paul will understand. They usually call each other as a sort of evening ritual since luckily, Alpha Centauri runs almost on Federation Standard Time, and Hugh missed seeing Paul in the evenings so much. It’s so nice and domestic to just sit down with your boyfriend and hang out, the lightyears between them be damned.

“So yeah, I don’t really know what we’ll do n- why the hell are you bleeding?!”

Paul’s exclamation shocks Hugh out of his doze.

“Huh?”

“Your hand! Are you okay?!”

“What?” Hugh looks down on his hand, and - oh. “Oh, yeah, I’m just - using hand sanitiser all the time really dries out your skin, but with all the issues we’ve been having we had to go back to that, and uh, I have to sanitise a lot, so I... my skin just cracks.”

“You’re bleeding!”

“Yeah, I’ll regen it tomorrow.”

“You have heard of the concept of hand cream, right?”

Hugh grimaces and shrugs. “Yes? But the one I have also gives me dry patches and it really hurts to use it on already cracked skin. I’ve been meaning to look at other stuff, but...” He casts Paul an apologetic look. “I’ve just been super busy. You know how it is.”

Paul’s eyes are soft even if there is a slightly displeased twist to his smile. “Please take care of yourself, Hugh.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Hugh falls asleep later in the conversation, and eventually Paul wakes him up again and makes him go to bed, and even though he does get his hands regen’ed once he’s on shift again, he doesn’t think much about their conversation again.

After their next supply beam though, he gets a notification that he’s gotten a package too; odd, since he didn’t order anything, but okay.

The sender is just a bunch of numbers, a Federation standard shipping address, so it’s not until Hugh opens the package that he knows who it’s from.

this is literally the best stuff for skincare in the whole universe. they also have a ton of different scents but they don’t use anything that dries your skin out for scenting. plus it smells so good i have to stop myself from getting out a spoon and eating it. please take care of yourself, love

ps: check out their scented candle section ;)

The note comes with a pretty big tub of what’s undoubtedly hand cream, the label promising a fresh, peachy smell and soothed skin. Hugh smiles to himself and hugs the tub a little. Paul is such a darling.

The cream itself is slightly goopy and overall quite liquid. It smells absolutely fantastic. Hugh dips a finger in and rubs it against his skin and sure enough, the smell explodes a little more and the newly creamed skin feels nice and silky, so Hugh slathers that stuff all over his hands, then groans and lets his hands hang over the edge of the chair because he’s pretty sure his skin is crying in relief.

you said the cream was good, not that it was the second coming of christ even though that’s exactly what it is! thank you so much, paul, i love it and i love you, he texts once the cream has mostly sunken in.

Paul sends a laughing emoji back a bit later.

AND NOW FOR CHRIL + 88 :D

Chris is... aware of his existence. That’s not necessarily a plus, that’s just a fact. A feature.

He’d really like to turn it off though.

There are other things he’s aware of. One of them is the room roiling. Like a ship. But not a nice ship. A ship made for suffering. Also he’s in a bed. That’s good. Beds. He likes to be in them. He’s also on his stomach. That’s acceptable.

Something died in his mouth. That’s less acceptable. He also doesn’t know whose bed he’s in, because it’s most certainly not his, because the mattress feels different. Also, things are mostly quiet.

Chris cracks open an eye but his glasses are not on his face so he can only vaguely discern the environment he’s in. Looks... like a building. Maybe an apartment. Probably a bedroom, considering there’s a bed (he’s in it) and walls (around him). Walls equal room, bed plus room equals bedroom.

There’s a reason he got a PhD.

So, to cap it all up, he’s in a bed that isn’t his, in a bedroom that isn’t his, he didn’t brush his teeth before going to bed, and he’s got a hangover. So he hooked up with someone.

Funny, because he does remember landing in Las Vegas with Phil, a few days early for a show they wanted to see, but perfectly on time for their vacation. Considering Chris hooked up with someone, Phil is probably a bit sad and neglected now. This was supposed to be their guy time.

In the not gay way because Phil is gay, very, but he has standards and yeah, they’re best friends, seriously soulmate best friends material, but it’s not like that, and Chris isn’t really - well, sure, of course he’s attracted to Phil, because despite his myopia, he’s got eyes (and with his glasses the myopia also doesn’t matter anymore), and Phil is a fantastic guy and Chris might’ve been working on coming to terms with with his big bisexual crush on Phil.

Doesn’t mean he should try to drown that in a casual one night stand with someone on the first night of their vacation.

Ugh, yikes. That’s seriously so not cool.

Chris groans to himself and finally blinks his eyes fully open. The room stays fuzzy, but he can make out a glass of water and what’s probably a pill on the night stand next to him, and his stomach doesn’t protest much when he pushes himself up.

He knocks the medicine back and then squints around the room some more. Definitely a hotel room. Could well be his and Phil’s with how generic it looks.

He gives the painkiller about ten minutes, during which he’s just sitting up, trying to remember what might’ve happened. There isn’t much - casinos, Phil laughing, gambling, drinks, lots of drinks, more gambling, walking around Las Vegas, definitely a gay strip club, more drinks, and a church. And a ring on Chris’ finger.

Fuck him.

Yeah, there’s definitely a ring on his finger.

Ooohh Jesus. Oh fuck. Oh boy. Fuck.

“Chris? You awake?” That’s Phil. Why is Phil here? Chris hooked up with some rando, but why is Phil here? Unless he came back to their hotel room after getting married to someone.

Phil’s figure shows up in the doorway. Chris has known him for long enough that he knows exactly what Phil looks like even without glasses, and wherever Phil is, there’s also a semblance of calm.

“How are you?”

“Uhh,” Chris replies intelligently, still staring down on the goddamn wedding ring on his finger.

“Ah, yeah. That. Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” The wince in Phil’s voice is obvious.

“We?!”

“Yeah, um... uh. Do you feel up to getting up and getting dressed and... having a talk?”

Chris definitely does feel better once he’s showered and dressed and wearing his glasses again. Phil is in the living room of their suite, pacing anxiously.

“Okay. Hi.” He gives Chris a fleeting grin. “You might want to. Uh. Sit down.”

“So we got married, huh?” Chris asks, sitting down on the couch and pretending that this is just another cool friendly chat he’ll have with Phil.

Phil is messing with his hair, mouth set in an unhappy twist.

“So you know how I’m gay, right.”

“I went to Pride with you. Repeatedly. You’ve brought guys over. I’ve heard you have sex with those guys. I’ve seen you a mess after breaking up with guys. I’ve been thoroughly lectured on how gay sex works. I helped you dye your hair in rainbow colors. So, yeah, I know you’re gay.”

“Right. Well. They, um. They. Hmm. Um. So what happened, or, um, rather, I, the thing is sorta, um, kinda. I might, you know. The thing is, ugh.” Phil grimaces some more and shoves his hands into his pockets.

“Phil. Dude. Whatever it is: sit down, let’s talk about this, right? That’s what you always tell me, right? Whatever it is in this world, we can get through it together.”

Phil throws him a nervous toothy grin but comes over to plop on the couch, careful to keep some space between them. Which is odd, because personal space isn’t really an issue for them.

“I’ve been having a big fat crush on you for, uh, how long have we known each other for? Ten years? Yeah, at least eight of those I’ve spent wanting to get with you. There.” Phil smiles unhappily. “And I know you’re straight, and I don’t - I don’t want to take advantage of you, Chris. You’re my absolute best friend and I don’t want to do anything that’d change that. I love having you in my life.”

“Okay.”

“So what happened is we were getting drunk, last night, which you probably remember, and at some point you were... really fucking drunk and I was really drunk and, well, and you kissed me and told me you were in love with me, and I kissed you back and they had a tv on in the bar we were in, and they legalized gay marriage yesterday and, so, uh. I asked you to marry me. And you said yes. And we went and did that.” Phil casts him a rueful look. “I’m sorry, Chris. You were drunk, you didn’t - you didn’t mean it, I shouldn’t have, uh, god, I should’ve, I don’t know, said something, not agreed, not even proposed it, you know, just because it sounded like a good idea, but I was drunk and you were even drunker. So. But. Um. I’ve been looking into it already and it’s really easy to annul marriages, and -”

“Phil?”

“Yeah?”

Chris takes a deep breath because he might be a little nervous. Just a tiny bit. Really, just a little bit. Not much at all.

“Chris?”

“IkindathinkI’mbiandyou’rereallyattractiveandalsocuteandIthinkImightbeinlovewithyou.”

“What? No, I really didn’t hear that.” Phil looks flushed.

“I just really, um, can I kiss you?”

“What?!”

“I love you. In the um. Gay way.”

“But - you’re straight!” Phil says in desperation.

“Yeah, not so much anymore. I don’t know.” Chris stares into his lap, running a finger over the ring - the fucking wedding ring he’s wearing. “I... I don’t know, I just... I’ve been realizing, um, recently, that, you know, maybe, or not maybe, just like... I really, um, you know. Guys. I like them.”

Phil sniggers. “Extremely relatable.”

“Especially you. And, uh. I - since you’re my husband now, I’d rather enjoy sucking face with you.”

“Right.”

So they do that. It’s pretty damn neat because of course Phil kisses with exactly as much care and elegance as he does all things.

Also Chris calls his mom to explain, and that’s definitely odd, and then they order pizza and make out some more, which is rather gay and very good.

:D these were fun!

+++drabble asks!+++

my ao3 | my ko-fi

#culmets #discovery #chril #shroom-writing #stellaviatores #asks

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gracieminabox · 6 years ago

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BoyceEpic Update

Words: 16,178. Pages: 41. Feelings: countless. Love for Phil Boyce: ∞.

#boyceepic #phil boyce #why does chril happen to unassuming people #chril #pike/boyce #writin

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cptn-sulu · 2 years ago

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hi friends

here to inform you that my friend/surrogate big sibling @gracieminabox has stepped back into the fic writing world. since she’s no longer active on here, i’m posting it for her.

reciprocity by gracieminabox

star trek (aos universe), chril, and it’s a little bit ✨spicy✨

#star trek #star trek aos #fic recs #chris pike #phil boyce #chril

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auduna-druitt · 6 years ago

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Chril dads

@pinkamour1588 @thefanficfaerie @captainsbabysitter-blog @outside-the-government @gracieminabox

#mood boards #Aesthetic #Chril #Chris Pike #Phil Boyce #trek fest 2018

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jamesttiberius · 7 years ago

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where my star trek hoes at i’ve been out of the game for a while but im lookin for some more blogs to follow (multifandom is ok!) (if u make/reblog art extra points) and also someone who’s willing to listen to me yell about the fics im workin on

#star trek #st #tos #aos #mckirk #jelly speaks #i kind of dont know anyone in it anymore #but im working on some fics like #mckirk academy au #and #post into darkness fic #and also probably some #chril #in the future #so hmu

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444names · 1 year ago

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Names generated from Russian, French and Tolkienesque forenames, excluding the letter "O"

Abamine Abartel Abdanne Abdui Aberadil Aberim Aberufin Abifey Abijacquel Abine Abinel Abluglór Abrahagas Abrenbur Adakh Adamirë Adine Afantin Agabague Agafan Agaladil Agallast Aganna Agapie Agastin Agaël Agdan Agdavvalin Agduglinar Aghâl Aldar Alekaël Alentarc Alethôr Aliant Almart Almasfar Amand Amburum Amilya Amiryatr Amvre Amvrethil Anadûn Ancel Andin Andir Andis Andislast Anemmarl Aniered Anikatelse Animlimir Aniquette Anislaurt Anistisca Annia Annielbel Antan Antin Anting Anuil Aracara Aradiry Aragalin Araglúthir Arane Aratry Arcir Ardir Aredh Ariene Aringwë Arith Arthel Arthráine Arvette Arwenglina Asfalérikt Astanin Audele Aulwë Aurel Aurey Aurumbulë Aurélène Avandir Avdanmalie Avdil Avdilg Avermar Avgue Avgund Avguste Avgustien Avika Aviklian Avimiel Avite Aviya Avkse Avkser Avlanier Avrendil Avrendir Avrenise Avreth Avrika Avsern Avserry Avsile Avsim Avudette...

Barade Baste Batjant Belexandil Belyneland Bendur Benièlein Benna Benrin Berin Berina Berufth Bette Brahtangel Bramunúvar Bravainna Brertr Brety Brierven Brikt Béagnès Calantin Calim Carar Caraste Catjam Celebrann Chalir Chamûl Chane Chril Cécianyë Cécir Cédéagdan Céliestë Dacienty Dacquen Dannen Diette Dilia Dáinge Eilastë Eilgapha Elcar Eldiscalim Elene Elexey Eliel Elinaran Elisivade Ellan Elseviamar Elvenniduc Elyana Emenric Emmar Emmaridir Emnadan Endis Ervikanen Essad Eärelen Eärencie Eärna Fabarc Falcwin Fanislan Feregrian Feriel Findan Finevim Frahergy Franbry Francir Frandurin Fréawil Frégine Fréliendur Frélène Frémick Galdiner Gancalane Gapharveg Gapie Garaphieu Garchrin Gelmirin Genne Gerey Gerie Gerum Geste Gestine Gilbenrien Gilya Gislaymy Gliviar Glucir Glúvid Grick Griline Griën Gríanatrin Gríane Grómient Gurene Gusikh Gustar Gwalfwin Gwindir Gélid Hadiamit Halaeg Haraty Harice Haëlle Heleb Helli Helvi Hereg Herine Huanne Huant Huglin Huguer Hundir Hunír Hámarce Hérène Idenric Igilavguy Ildanuele Imennikh Inarce Indirë Inèsey Islaiducil Islan Jacale Jarah Jeana Jeandil Jeandilúva Jeandria Jeane Jeannicir Jeant Juliam Julidant Julin Jériam Jérènethir Jérès Kalephir Katyanmar Kentar Khaly Killand Kirin Kiyath Kúvie Ladantinel Ladar Ladiette Lairès Lance Laste Laulfhir Lavdacques Lavicila Lavvale Lebry Liendury Lique Luccal Luden Ludia Luinyë Lyaar Macir Maetlav Magana Magavena Maghâl Mahakir Mahiern Maianie Mainel Maislad Makir Malin Malinakh Mannethôn Mannie Mantim Marad Maranc Marcembas Marcil Marette Marida Mariel Marilimë Marwen Mastin Mastrie Maulë Mauma Maxislady Milad Milemmair Mirène Mitte Mulich Munglude Mélir Mélis Mírdan Mírinette Mírislaul Nalberette Naliecar Nalise Narindiya Natil Natin Nattelekas Natyavid Nerië Nicka Nifey Niquely Palda Paste Pastise Pathôr Paurucca Paurwen Paury Pergil Periel Pitinya Radarl Ragavia Rahert Raldin Raleil Ramicara Ramran Randre Ranickaël Ranwë Ratine Ravikas Rentin Régimë Rémene Rémereth Rémine Rímain Salcalfhin Sallaur Sanièlegas Sarandy Sarvé Scalas Shnárichel Silúvak Sineslad Smainyaar Smélia Smélisla Stathie Stelir Stine Stiust Stéphin Suislan Svedh Svichely Svika Sylviky Súril Tacir Tandilaur Tannya Tantil Tarad Tatate Thaël Thelas Thrin Théli Thérimen Tince Tinya Tistan Ulierily Vaildad Vakili Vakinzil Vakum Valandë Valavand Valáf Vassamvrer Vassë Vether Vieriene Vinui Vippel Vièvel Vlahalena Vlickak Vline Vánadil Vérômelm Wathaël Xavudiste Yancir Yekaël Yerumeria Yessa Yulwë Yvend Yávin Yávinzing Zendufine Élinath Élène Írdakind

#444 names #444names #dnd names #fantasy names #name stash #names #fantasy name #markov gen #character names #markovgen #random fantasy names

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thevalesofanduin · 7 years ago

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DEATH DOESN’T DISCRIMINATE (between the sinners and the saints) by @its-life-jim

written for the Star Trek Apocalypse AU exchange

Theme song

The kids aren’t alright by Satellite Empire

Fic summary

For everyone that survives, their lives become split into Before and After. Before, things are good. Things are great, really. But after is it's own hellscape. After is worrying how many more days they're going to make it. After is the feeling of just maybe being among the last hand full of people alive. After is losing everything. After is losing everything and picking up the pieces, and hoping the pieces stay together. The pieces don't stay together. Not forever.

#star trek apocalypse au exchange #Christopher Pike #Phil Boyce #Chril #and the whole star trek main crew #star trek au #Apocalypse AU #aesthetics #my edits

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pinkamour1588 · 7 years ago

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Coffee Mistakes

600 Follower Celebration Drabble #1

Pairing: Chris Pike x Phil Boyce

Prompt: #7 “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.” for @auduna-druitt

Word count: 591

Rating: Everyone

Other Note: Modern AU

Link to story on AO3

Fifteen minutes. He had fifteen minutes to get to the cafe, get his coffee, and then get back to the hospital. Phil had two patients in labor and had been awake since some godforsaken hour because of it. Not that he really minded. He just would’ve preferred if the first one hadn’t been far enough along to be admitted at five-thirty in the morning.

Despite how tired he was, though, he couldn’t help but laugh a little to himself at the man leaned against counter waiting on his coffee, looking like the counter had personally offended him. Before he could ask the man what the counter had ever done to him, the barista set two cups of coffee on the counter. Phil grabbed the one closest to him and headed out of the coffee shop. He was halfway down the street when someone ran up behind him.

“Hey, Phil!” a voice called.

Phil turned around to see the other man. How the hell do you know my name? “What? I’m kinda in a rush.”

“I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”

The doctor looked at the side of the cup. Chris. “Did you already drink some of it?”

“Oh, no. I just opened it to add sugar and it wasn’t the vanilla latte I ordered,” Chris answered as they swapped drinks.

“You said you ordered a latte and were going to add sugar?” Phil desperately tried to hide the disgust at the thought as he took a sip of his black coffee.

“I like my coffee sweet.” Chris shrugged as he began walking along side Phil.

“Well, that would definitely make it sweet.”

Chris walked with him until they got to the hospital. Before he went back up to his patients, he stole a piece of paper and a pen from the main reception desk and scribbled down his number as clearly as he could. He handed it to Chris without a word then walked off.

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Eight hours, four regular appointments with patients, two standard deliveries, and one c-section later, Phil sank down in the chair in his office and pulled out his phone. He had a missed call from his mom, who he’d have to call back the next day, and five unread texts. Four were from his sisters and one was from a number he didn’t recognize. After texting his sisters back, he opened the last message.

Hi. It’s Chris from the coffee shop.

Phil laughed a little at the blatant awkwardness before texting back. Hi, Chris from the coffee shop.

***

Twenty years later

“How do you drink something that sweet?” Phil asked as he watched Chris stir even more sugar into his coffee.

“It’s the perfect amount of sweet,” Chris argued.

“Sure it is. And it’s definitely not like you’re ruining the nice coffee I buy.”

“You buy it. I drink it how I like.”

Phil rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag and to-go cup of coffee. “I might be late getting home. Don’t burn the house down. Seriously, if I’m not home when it’s time for dinner, just order take-out.”

“Yes, dear,” Chris answered a bit sarcastically.

Phil narrowed his eyes playfully and pressed a quick kiss to his husband’s lips. “Seriously, I don’t want to come home to a burnt kitchen or only part of a house,” he called over his shoulder as he walked out of the house.

Chris rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee, that was debatably more milk and sugar than actual coffee.

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goingknowherewastaken · 7 years ago

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FanFic Friday #18 || Weekly Reading List (November 24th, 2017 - December 7th, 2017)

Hello!! :D

Week 18! So I don’t know if anyone noticed, but I messed up the last two reading lists. I basically misjudged the dates and put them both as the same number. But those have been fixed!!! Also, sorry about this being posted late. I started a new job on Monday and things have been crazy. I actually still have fics to read, but I have a free day today so I will try to read those and add those to next week’s list :)

: Each of these fics are ones that I have read over the course of the week as I perused Tumblr (marked by ♦) and Archive of Our Own (Ao3) (marked by ☼). If I found that a fic was posted on both platforms, links to both posts can be found. You’ll also find that they are sorted by character and ship and most have some detail about what the story contains - mostly if it’s a reader insert, nsfw, or if it features a trope. It’s also very likely that I forgot to give one of those warnings, but the fic itself should have them listed so make sure to check those. But, please, if you read a fic you love just go ahead and share it so others have a chance at reading it. If you with to be tagged in the reading lists to stay on top of new fic, just send me an ask and I’ll add you :)

Now I guess it’s time to list the stories ;)

WonderKirk

☼ Star Trek: Age of Wonder || RobinsGirlWonder, @robinsgirlwonder

Leonard McCoy

♦ Getting Past Precedent || @outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦ Old Habits || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦ The Long, Cold Night || @dolamrothianlady || Reader Insert (F) || nsfw

♦ Herbs and Blood Pudding || @captainsbabysitter-blog || Vampire!AU

♦ Giggles || @bugalouie || Reader Insert

♦ The Inauguration of Tradition || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦ My Heart Beats Only for You || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦ 1250 Follower Ficlet #6 || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦1250 Follower Ficlet #7 || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

McKirk

☼ Our Two Dads and the S’mores Experiment || randomlittleimp, @randomlittleimp || The Parent Trap!AU

☼ Just go to sleep || Askell

♦ Could Roses Bloom X|| @thevalesofanduin

♦ Growing Up || @pinkamour1588

♦ Guardian || Part Four, Part Five, || @auduna-druitt || Angel!AU || nsfw

♦ 1250 Follower Ficlet #5 || outside-the-government

♦ When in Rome || @medicatemedrmccoy

♦ Cassiopeia || pinkamour1588

☼ Live Underground Podcast || Askell || Fallout:NV!AU

Jim Kirk

♦ Wild Girl || @kaitymccoy123 || Reader Insert

♦ The Captain and his Ace Cadet || @insane-sociopath

♦ Like No Other || @trade-baby-blues || Reader Insert

♦ Imagine: Jim finding out why you’re so close to Pike || @imaginestartrek || Reader Insert

♦ Morning Routine || dirajunara || Reader Insert

♦ Imagine: Jim celebrating your birthday || imaginestartrek || Reader Insert

♦ The Turbolift || auduna-druitt || Reader Insert (F) || nsfw

Other

♦ Back to You || @omg-imagine || Spencer Reid x Reader

♦ It’s All Pros || @mybullshitsensesaretingling || Starlord x Reader

♦ Light of Valhalla, Fire of Hel || Chapter One || @musikat18 || Skurge x Reader

♦ The Doctor and His Idiot || @captainsbabysitter-blog || Chril || Vampire!AU

♦ Stay with Me || mybullshitsensesaretingling || Spock x Reader

Scotty

♦ 1250 Follower Ficlet #4 || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

I also want to give a huge thank you to all of the writers here for taking the time to give us these wonderful works! Writing is such a peculiar experience so I thank you for sharing these with us :)

*note: Some of these will show up on future lists due to it being a series/mulit-chaptered or a re-read. Also you are more than welcome to tag me in things if you so wish :)

My past reading lists

Fic Rec Tags: @dirajunara

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