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Star Trek Secret Santa Fic

For those who don’t know, I’m Star Trek trash now. And because of this, I signed up to do a Star Trek Secret Santa fan-creation exchange. All participants will give (and receive) a fan-created tribute to the Star Trek request of their secret santa partner. My assignment was AOS Spirk (Alternate Original Series Spock/Kirk). The fic is below the cut.

That being said, happy Secret Santa, @fearlessandproud!!! I hope you like it, and I wish you the merriest of Christmases!

Live long and prosper, my friend! <3

“The Silence Keeps Me Honest”, a Star Trek ficlet by me.

After they began their relationship, Spock suddenly started a whole slew of new habits that left Jim endlessly confused.

For one, Spock frequently held out his hand in a request for a Vulcan kiss, which Jim happily returned, pressing the pads of his fingers to Spock’s gently with a smile. It began a few months into their 5 year mission.

Jim had been sitting in the captain’s chair for Alpha shift, Spock at the science officer’s station, Uhura at comms and Sulu at the helm. Spock finished up the report he had been working on and brought it to Jim for approval and sign off. Jim signed, and as he handed the PADD and pen back over to Spock, Spock had brushed his fingers against Jim’s. At first Jim had thought it an accident, but then Spock had never been so careless with his movements. Spock hesitated with his index and middle fingertips against Jim’s, and Jim held his hand there in kind, glancing questioningly up to see the hint of a green flush coloring his first officer’s cheeks, spreading to his ears.

“Mr. Spock?” he questioned quietly, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to the moment but not understanding.

“Thank you, Captain,” Spock had said, turning and resettling himself at his station.

Later, when they found themselves alone in the ready room, each reviewing briefings for an upcoming landing party mission, Spock broke the silence.

“It was a kiss,” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving the PADD in his hands.

Jim looked up. “Say again?” Spock met his eyes and lowered the PADD to the table. Reaching across, he held out his hand questioningly. Jim stretched his own hand out in return, and Spock gently pressed their fingertips together again. A warmth spread through his hand, and Jim smiled softly at Spock.

“It is a Vulcan kiss,” Spock repeated, hesitantly.

“I like it,” Jim smiled, shifting slightly so they could rest their hands on the table without breaking the connection. A tension left the room, and Jim could see Spock visibly relax. They returned to their reports, an easy silence falling over the room as their hands touched.

“You totally kissed me on the bridge, I’m telling Starfleet on you,” Jim said smugly into the quiet.

“Then I shall have to tell them of your many breaches of regulation as well, Jim,” Spock said flatly, and it was only due to their years of interaction that Jim knew he was kidding.

“...whatever, we’re sooo making out right now.”

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If they were alone, Spock frequently began initiating human kisses, as well. Jim told him he didn’t mind the Vulcan kisses, and that he didn’t want Spock to do anything that made him uncomfortable, but Spock reassured him that he found lip to lip contact equally pleasing, which Jim had to admit was kind of a mood killer. Leave it to Spock to make kissing sound like a science project.

Eventually, it became a common occurrence to see the two of them giving each other little pecks, both with hands and mouths. No one thought much of it after a while, but it lingered in Jim’s mind. For previously being so standoffish, hands behind his back, the perfect picture of a regulation first officer, it seemed Spock had quite a penchant for affectionate touches with Jim.

----------------------------------------------------- Jim finally found out the reason for Spock’s blatant shows of affection.

They were sitting together in Jim’s room after a shift, preparing to meet Bones in the officer’s mess for a late breakfast. Jim, feeling thirsty, asked if Spock would get him a glass of water. Spock did so, and as he passed the water to Jim, let his fingers linger in a kiss. Jim drank the water, placing the glass on his desk, and turned to Spock.

“Hey, Spock?”

“Yes, Jim?” Spock stood at attention near the door, anticipating that they would soon be leaving for the mess.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, because I am totally fine with it--- that sounds bad, what I mean is… just… why do you kiss me so much?”

Spock looked shocked for a moment, before quirking an eyebrow questioningly. “Do you wish for me to stop?”

“No, no, not at all just… I don’t know, you used to be so… not touchy-feely and now… I’m just curious. I like it, honest. Just wondering.” Jim shrugged lamely, feeling color rise to his cheeks as he fumbled over his words. He truly didn’t mind Spock’s shows of affection. In fact, he had come to enjoy them. They were as much a staple in his day as making the little vein in Bones’ head pop out: necessary at least twice a day. He expected Spock to blow him off; for all that he was more open with physical shows of affection, Spock’s other mannerisms remained very much intact. He was the picture of propriety, and the essence of poise. He settled down a bit when they were alone, relaxing some and letting slip little comments that, while uttered with the utmost sincerity, Jim could now identify as jokes and making him laugh. Spock even cracked a small smile now and again. They were happy. They balanced each other. They knew each other.

But Jim did not expect Spock to go downright rigid with tension before deflating like a balloon, and it scared him.

“Spock? Are-are you ok? Look, I’m sorry, alright, I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just--” Spock raised a hand to cut him off, walking to the bed and lowering himself to perch tensely on the edge.

“You have not done anything wrong, Jim, nor have you offended me. I was simply not expecting the question. It is… complicated.” Jim cocked his head to the side, leaning against his desk and indicating that Spock could continue when he was ready. Spock sighed softly.

It is… not easy for me to express the depth of my... “ Spock faltered, hanging his head as though shamed by some perceived sin, “feelings.”

Well, of course it was. He was raised Vulcan. Jim knew this, it was part of why he was so confused. But Spock shouldn’t be ashamed of that! “Spock, you don’t have to--”

“However,” Spock pressed onward, “the loss of my mother brought to my attention my previous lack of endearment with those I cherish.”

Oh...oh. Oh, Spock. It took Jim a moment to find his voice. Softly, he said, “Spock--”

“I...regret deeply that I never vocalized explicitly the depth of my feelings for her prior to the destruction of Vulcan. I shall regret it for the rest of my life.” Here, Jim had to speak up.

“Spock, she knew that you loved her,” Jim said quietly, moving forward and crouching before Spock’s hunched form, taking the warm hands between his own and entwining their fingers, offering what comfort he could, but not wanting to overwhelm Spock when he was so clearly struggling.

“Be that as it may… I should have more openly expressed to her what she meant to me. A mistake I do not wish to make with others I care for. But my Vulcan nature makes such tasks… difficult.” Spock hesitantly met Jim’s eyes. Jim smiled at him, sadly. “Jim, I simply wish for you to know that I--” Spock trailed off, frustration evident in his expression. “I--” he tried again. Jim let out a breath of a laugh.

“It’s ok, Spock. I get it.” Jim maneuvered their hands into a Vulcan kiss, pressing his forehead to Spock’s. Their eyes closed, Spock returned his gesture with a human kiss, pressing his lips gently to Jim’s for a moment before pulling away. Jim stood, pulling Spock to his feet, and they made their way to the door.

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Later that night, as they lay together in Jim’s bed, Jim on the verge of sleep, breaths heavy and even, and Spock resting perfectly still beside him, Jim heard him whisper into the darkness:

“I would follow you anywhere, Ashayam.”

And Jim didn’t know exactly what that word meant, but he thought he had a pretty good idea. So as he drifted off to sleep, he quietly murmured:

“I love you too, Spock,”  

[fuckyeahyelchin]

Do you know if there are any videos from any photo shoots he might have done?

Not specifically. Vanity Fair usually does behind the scenes videos for cover shoots but I don’t know if he ever did one for them.

[pencilscratchins]

First, you show up to the mansion with a FUCKING MULLET and then you BLOW THE WHOLE GOD DAMN SCHOOL UP- I was trying to save Charles- save Cha- OH. MY. GOD!!

this could have been really good angst but- unfortunately- you made the mistake of asking me, the queen of visual shit posting

[randomingoftherandomness]

Back again with another prompt! I noticed the very seductive creature Harrison was, what about a total spazzy vampire Barry?

Well, hello again :) I’m so sorry, but this is going to be a little short coz I’m in the middle of packing.

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Harrison winces, pulling away instinctively. Bringing his fingers to his nape, he catches the droplets of red before they could stain his shirt. “How old are you again?” He asks.

Above him, the vampire has the decency to look contrite. “251.” Barry mutters, eyes flashing gold in distress. His nostrils flare and pinch, as if he is actively subduing his urge to feed.

Taking pity on him, Harrison slides his palm over Barry’s cheek, bringing him close. “And you’ve never done this before?” Harrison smiles quietly at the sight of a blush that streaks the man’s features.

“Not with a lover. Never. Not like this.” Comes the soft admission. Barry’s eyes burn bright in the dimness of their room. Cold fingers caress his nape, lingering over the accidental cut in the shape of twin punctures. “I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry. We can- You don’t have to do this. I have other ways of feeding, you know that.”

“A quarter of a millennia old and yet you are experiencing something new with me.” Harrison chuckles, shaking his head. “No, Barry. There’s nothing more I’d love to do with you than have this experience and share it with you.”

The happy smile that grows on Barry’s face warms him, steeling his resolve even further. Harrison arches, leaning for a kiss when Barry shifts, kneeing him in the nuts.

[andthatiswhythelightningstruck]

Hello darling! So I'm trying to get the first two prompts posted in AO3 and then on to tumblr, I know that I can tag your name in tumblr pretty easily but do you know how to do it in AO3 so that I'm not just writing your name?

No, sorry - I don't think there's a tagging system on AO3??

[sundaymorningsunlight]

Top post is the Valdangelo trash post. Yesss good. Hit me up my fellow trash babies. 

medo-de-espertar - stepsis, CHECK

cuernosbeste - precious nerd friend, CHECK

fearlessandproud + thegabrieltomysam - I recognize your urls, ahh yess loyal followers of the cult, CHECK

@lillithblack your url doesn’t pop up in this but hey, hit me up gurl, it’s been a while

Yesss. Good. I like everything in this screenshot.

[thevaldangelolibrary]

Just wanted to let you know I finished your prompt! Hope you like it!

It's amazing!!! Thank you!

[pembroke]

fearlessandproud reblogged your photo:"they’re actually letting you out of the house...

What is this from?

my brain (and vanz's)

[pencilscratchins]

I think I might have sent something like this to you before but I absolutely adore your Halex (mcsummers) work and I wish there were more because you draw them so wonderfully and I laugh everything Alex says something XD. Thank you for being so wonderful!

Oh my god I just saw this, this is so sweet! Thank you so much for the nice words! I have to get back into art, I’ve been insanely busy recently… requests would be golden tbh so if you have any specific Halex request send them over!!!

Seriously though this is so sweet!!! You’re wonderful!

[randomingoftherandomness]

Just read your wonderful Barrison fic on Ao3 and I noticed it said you were taking prompts. If that's so could I perchance have some Original!Harrison Wells falling in love with Barry Allen from afar?

Definitely you may have some Original!Harrison Wells falling in love with Barry Allen from afar! But if it’s alright with you, I’d like to combine this with the day 3 (which calls for High School/College AU, but for this purpose, it’ll be College) prompt for spookyflashweek2015?

He catches Harrison’s eye the minute that he catches sight of those beautiful eyes admiring the marble murals adorning the lobby walls. Harrison stops in his brisk race to his next meeting (some billionaire with a tech problem that he could have sicced on Cisco but chose to meet himself instead) and walks closer to the pillar by the staircase.

The young man is dressed in a scarlet hoodie, brown hair in a non-chalantly windblown hair that would’ve looked ridiculous on anyone else but him. There is a girl with a bright smile that stands too close to him and the sight of the young man turning to the girl, smiling her way makes something coil and burn in Harrison.

He follows them silently, blending into the many sea of faces. No one pays much attention to the man that lingers in the peripherals of what is a group of students on a routine college field trip. Their guide, one of the many interns of the STAR Labs PR department, efficiently and enthusiastically walks them through the different departments, explaining the laboratories and some of their less classified projects. She handles many of the queries asked by the young man with ease and competence. Harrison makes a mental note to bookmark her for a more permanent position. 

The more he follows them, the more he understands that the young man is very much informed of what goes on behind the walls of STAR Labs. Harrison wonders if the young man is thinking of working here, and the thought makes his heart leap and soar. He entertains the thought of having the young man here on the premises with him able to gaze upon his face on a daily basis.

“I wonder if we’ll get to meet him.”

Harrison hears it being spoken in an awed whisper. He sees the young man looking out through the tall windows overlooking Central City as they wait to file into their next stop.

The girl laughs. “Honestly. Other people have crushes on athletes, musicians, dancers… You just had to be the oddball that has a crush on the mad scientist.” Harrison leans in a little, straining to hear her over the sound of the group being herded into one of the office floors. “Keep your eyes peeled. Who knows? Today might be the day that Barry Allen meets his idol, the infamous-”

“Dr. Wells!”

Immediately, he stiffens, watching the faces he had been following behind make an about turn to stare at him. The young man named Barry turns too, and those beautiful eyes were wide. Harrison clears his throat, parting his lips to speak when he hears his name being called again.

Caitlin jogs up to him, worry etched into the lines of her face. “Dr. Wells, the meeting with Mr. Palmer was five minutes ago. I sent Cisco to talk him through the schematics, but I think they may have made a barricade at the doors of his workshop.” She gushes frantically.

Harrison takes a fortifying breath, nodding before allowing himself to be pulled along in the wake of Caitlin’s rapidly tapping heels on the floor. Before he turns the corner, he looks back to see Barry watching him, face flushed.

[andthatiswhythelightningstruck]

Hello darling, if you're ready to send me your email than I've got two of the prompts ready for bateing, if you're not than that's cool :)

Hi! I actually sent you a message yesterday (a private message) with my email in it, but I'll send it again.

[petlarismyotp]

Just for having this blog you are a beautiful person :)

The other mod and I thank you very much!!! :D

[noelclarkeshasmoved-blog-blog]

For Fearlessandproud for the Johnlock grab bag challenge

sorry it's so late and so rushed I'm actually going to finish it up and there's an accompanying fic I just had life kindof get in the way. D:

[cal-writes]

fearlessandproud answered your question: All Prompt-Post will be closed on Sunday evening

Au: Bond and Q go to the same bar Q ogling from the back and Eva telling Q about Bond teaching a self defense class which Q will take. Please

"Stop staring at him, my god." Eve groaned as she sat down, two drinks in her hand. Q took one from her. "I am not staring at him." Q adjusted his glasses in a way Eve knew it meant 'Please, I am a genius and therefor not affected by hormones'. They knew each other since kindergarten she was bound to know him very well.

Ever since it was forbidden to smoke in bars they came more and more often to enjoy a drink after work. It just happened that in this particular bar, just a few hundred meters away from their office was the also the bar a certain regular came ever day. A blond muscle man, who drank scotch like water.  "Fine. You are ogling then. Totally makes a difference." As Eve sipped from her drink Q gave her an look. "What are you? Four?" He asked. "Just turned five actually." Q rolled his eyes. "Just go and talk to him would you?" "Yeah right. Brilliant idea. They should call you a genius." Q huffed. Eve hit him on the arm for this comment. She was satisfied when he flinched back in pain. The man, James Bond (she knew that because he had hit on her the first time they had gone here), was currently talking to the bartender, he yet had to choose a prey for this evening.  "Why not? And don't give me that crap about your looks again, or about Alex. Give me a real reason here." Q sat down his glass. "I think I am lacking a vagina in order to suit is tastes." A woman sitting next to her chocked on her drink because Q was the master of stage whispering. "Ever heard of overcompensation?" "Ever heard of unrealistic day dreams? Seriously, do you want me to tell you the odds on how possible this is? Because I could. Even if he was, there is not a guarantee that he would give up his gigolo image for a fling with a guy." Eve threw her hands up in agitation. "Okay fine. Die alone." "I won't. I have a cat." He answered. "It still amazes me that you haven't killed it." "Thanks for your vote in confidence." Eve looked over at Bond and caught him looking over to them. No, not at them but at her best friend. A grin appeared on her face. Time for her secret weapon. She turned back to Q. "Hey have you heard of this new self-defense class?" She pulled a flyer out of her purse. "Tanner told me about it after I told him you were nearly mugged last week." "You had to tell everyone, didn't you? Your mother send me cookies." Q said, taking the flyer from her and exterminating it. "She just like you better than me." "Fine. I'll try it. Just stop telling everyone I was a damsel in distress." "But you were." Eve grinned. "You have a gun with you at all times. That's hardly fair against my taser."   "Which you dropped." "Shut up. 

What Q didn't know and what Eve was not going to tell him was that said self defense class was lead by no other then Bond, James Bond. And if one day on her way home all street lights ominously turned red she could put up with it if it got her friend laid. 

[cats-books-kpop]

Talking about Hurricane Sandy, Oh my friends, what would i do without you?

[andthatiswhythelightningstruck]

Hi there! Me again! (Big surprise I know) I have a question! I'm looking for a beta my Barrison fics and was wondering if you'd be interested. If not then I completely understand! My brother is starting to get sick of having to read my fics and I'm not sure of any other blogger really interested in writing and reading this ship as much as you! Looking forward to hearing back from you! (And I decided to go with right after The Man in the Yellow Suit for the Canon Divergence, thank you so much!)

Wow, me as a beta? Sure, I'd be happy to help!