#specially in front of McCoy

[andy-888]

"Kirk and Spock should have kissed" WRONG they already did multiple times or do you think Spock holds hands with everybody? Hmm? Do you think he goes squeezing random hands like that hmmm???

[freak-accident419]

‘the patch stays on’

Logan Howlett x Reader

(18+ SMUT PATCH!LOGAN HOWLETT x GN!READER)

Summary: Ever since you saw Logan, your boyfriend, in disguise for his mission in Madripoor, you couldn’t stop thinking about him fucking your brains out. Luckily, when you finally get the chance in your hotel room, you have but one special request for him.

Word Count: 2.1k

Content: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, gender-neutral reader, no pronouns for reader, no specific genitals assigned to reader, no use of Y/n, swearing, oral (r!receiving), unprotected penetration, creampie, missionary, riding

(A/n: me when i come back to write a wolverine oneshot… dedicated to @silverskyeline + @stop-talking, my fellow wolverine enjoyers ❤️ to everyone, I hope you enjoy, patch is one of my most favorite wolverine variants. based on/is a combo of both comics and movies. happy reading!)

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The X-Men were presumed dead by the public. Gone from the face of the earth without a trace. And just for now, the uncanny team of mutants would continue to stay low and hidden, planning to keep it that way.

Naturally, of course, this also included the Wolverine. James Howlett. Logan. Weapon X. Kuzuri. Your lover. Despite having several aliases, in which one of the many would be a hostile sputter of ‘freak’, they would all seem to dissolve by the time he arrived in Madripoor. No, for there was only one name he would go by in this crime-ridden, neon city for the sake of lying low. And it was Patch.

Considering his unique X-Men uniform that incorporated the use of a mask, his full face would be barely recognizable to any of the inhabitants of this foreign island. All he had to do was to wear a classy suit and put on an eyepatch to create a new identity while fitting in with the locals.

In your case, you’d never been on the news or the front cover of a paper, despite your mutant status and affiliation with the X-Men. For quite some time, you worked as a scientist alongside Dr. Hank McCoy at the X-Mansion, while also working as an academics teacher for the mutant students at the school. You were reserved and intelligent, preferring to focus on your studies rather than fight as an X-Man amongst your friends.

Therefore, not being a famous X-Man meant that nobody would recognize you in Madripoor, so you didn’t need a disguise and only needed to wear elegant clothing to blend in. You were still precautioned to lay low and make your presence discreet, however.

Additionally, the trip there was long and even a bit tense, considering Logan’s crumbling fear of flying, which you attempted to soothe. For the most part, you were able to calm his nerves and himself down.

He wasn’t very fond of the idea of you tagging along either, taking into account the ubiquitous danger of the island, but you insisted. You could handle yourself, and even help him scope out the several crime operations he sought to terminate in the first place. That had been the main reason behind this mission anyways.

Not to mention, you’d been crudely compelled to come with Logan on this mission, especially after seeing him put on that ‘disguise’. Watching him step out in an all-white, three-piece suit, paired with a contrasting black bowtie and eyepatch, gave you some sort of awakening. In retrospect, it was almost comical, if you weren’t so severely blinded by your own lust at the time.

Frankly, you could even say that you jumped his adamantium bones the second you got settled into the hotel. With heavy breaths and desperate touches, your lips moved with his passionately in a deep kiss. Your fingers tangled in his brown, now-messy hair as your bodies sunk down into the plush mattress.

“What’s gotten into you, bub?” He nearly chuckles, almost teasingly as you nipped at his neck quickly.

“I just—“ you pant, cutting yourself off with a breathy laugh as you feel the embarrassment of your hastiness kick in. “I don’t know if it’s the suit or the eyepatch—hell, maybe both—but fuck, it’s making me go crazy.” You felt your body heat up the more you thought about it; his dapper, white suit, the smooth cuffs concealing his wrists, the emphasis on his veiny hands.

Shit. You wanted him to take you with all of it on.

Well… Maybe with just the eyepatch on, at least.

“Mm, yeah?” Logan hums lowly as you two continued to make out, resulting in your voices turning hesitant and shaky. “You’re actually turned on by this, baby?” And before you could even reply, he flipped your bodies over so that your back was now pressed against the bed with Logan hovering over you. His eyes looked both sensual and predatory, eager to feel your skin on his, just like the many times he had in the past.

Logan’s hands ran down your clothed body in a firm, yet worshipping manner, soon removing all of your clothing until you were half naked. You hummed softly in pleasure as you felt his slow hands palm your heat through your underwear, his lips nipping teasingly at your thighs. His hot caresses continued for a while, him adding more pressure with his hand until you let out a quiet, impatient whine, hips slightly flexing upwards.

Affectionately, he kissed at the center of your underwear before slipping his fingers under the elastic waistband, pulling them down your bare legs, past your ankles, and off of your body completely, discarding the futile cloth onto the ground. The cold air met with your naked crotch, which would soon be replaced by Logan’s close, hot breaths.

You shivered with arousal, feeling his arms hook under your legs, hands gripping your thighs as you saw his head positioned between them. The sight of him fully clothed in his white suit and eyepatch while you were completely nude in front of him made you feel so lustful and needy.

“Mmm…” Logan hummed simply as his tongue poked out to give kitten licks against your flesh. A quiet gasp left your mouth in awe as the little action caused you to feel so much already. Then, your breath hitched as his tongue worked stronger, taking you into his mouth as he tasted you and your arousal.

You began to moan softly, hearing his lewd, wet kisses and suctions as his hand moved to spread your thighs wider. “Ahh—Logan—!” You cry in pleasure, hand moving down to grip his hair in your hand. Your lover groaned in satisfaction, your addictive taste leaving his thoughts and vision hazy, sending vibrations to your core. To Logan, your moans were some pure form of aphrodisiac, and he only ever wanted to hear more.

He continued for a while, using his mouth expertly on you as he has for years, his single eye now looking up at you through his eyelashes as he pulls away slowly. Logan, the passionate lover he was, wanted to take as much time as you both needed, to extend this moment of bliss and sexual pleasure. Therefore, he couldn’t let you cum yet.

As he smirked from hearing your playful, desperate whine, he sat up on the bed and took off his blazer, working to undo his bowtie. His hand then reached for his eyepatch until you immediately stopped him with your assertion:

“Wait,” you firmly interject, “the patch stays on.”

A wide grin appeared on Logan’s lips with amusement, now averting his attention down to his button up and pants, taking off every single article of clothing and covering. Except for the eyepatch you requested for him to neglect, of course.

“You do know I can’t see shit with this thing on, right?” He exaggerates with a chuckle, almost mocking your decision for him to keep the accessory. You didn’t know what it was that made it so appealing to you. Perhaps it was the sexy mysteriousness to it that made your boyfriend seem even more badass than he was. Either way—

“I don’t fucking care,” you retort, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down towards yourself, crashing his lips against yours. You could argue absolutely nothing could interfere with how astonishingly he could fuck you.

As Logan hesitantly broke the kiss, he lined up his body with yours, your legs remaining spread out on each side of his body while he made sure you were prepped. His hands were flat on the pillows beside your head, looking down at you with lust. Finally, and slowly, he pushed his cock through your entrance, gradually stretching your inner walls.

“Mmm… Ahh…” You would moan softly, looking up at him with hooded eyes and a flustered expression as he then pushed in completely, hips meeting with yours. He moaned almost simultaneously, feeling your satisfying tightness around him. Logan pecked your lips once, letting you adjust to his size before he started moving in and out.

“Oh—Ah—!” You whimper as his pace grows faster, hearing him grunt as his cock began to thrust fluidly inside of you, letting his firm pelvis grind against your sensitive flesh at the same time. The combined sensations felt extraordinary.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he mutters swiftly, rocking his hips at a steady rate against yours, letting his slick length massage and caress your walls. He made sure to move in as deep as he could, desperate to hit every spot that makes you feel good. His hands moved off the pillows to grip your hips tightly, holding you down, “you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. Feels amazin’…”

Logan’s arms now hooked under yours, meeting your lips to kiss you passionately as he fucked you sensually. You moaned against his mouth as you felt him become faster, sensing his animalistic instinct to become rougher with you. “Oh! M—Logan!” You whined as his cock continued to ram in and out of your entrance, the contact eliciting wet, lewd sounds of flesh slapping rapidly against flesh.

Feeling your walls begin to pulse and tighten, indicating your closeness, Logan pulled out, making you complain once more.

“Need you to ride me. Can you do that for me, sweetness?” He asks roughly, pressing soft kisses to your neck as if an apology for the abrupt stop. You felt a physical reaction in your body at his lustful words, watching his uncovered eye stare you down with both love and sin. Then you nodded.

The two of you changed positions on the bed, hearing the soft sound of sheets shifting as you climbed onto Logan’s lap. Your hands touched his shoulders, but then moved to cup his face in your palms, stroking his cheeks gently. Pressing a deep kiss to his lips, you moved one hand down to grip his cock, lining it up with your hole. Both of your breaths faltered as you sank down on him, feeling the same sensation as before. The angle change, however, somehow made everything feel so much more pleasant.

“Fuck…” you groan, hands on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips against his. Logan’s hands explored and traveled across your body to feel the warmth of your skin under his palms. His fingers moved with such purpose, akin to playing an elegant harp. You two panted heavily as you started off slow for a while, until you gradually sped up once you practically began bouncing on his thick cock.

“Ah! Ahh! Oh!” You cry, hearing Logan let out small grunts and moans as well, while you fucked yourself on his lap. His hands moved to grip your hips, fingernails digging deep into the your skin to assist your movements. His hands pushed you up and down his dick, letting you feel him stroke your insides.

“Mm—” he grunts as he mutters your name in admiration, thrusting his hips up to increase the sensitivity and speed. “Fuck!” Logan groans, looking up at you with arousal as you kept moving.

You felt your body begin to squirm and tense up, knowing that you were getting closer and closer to your well-anticipated climax. Based on Logan’s panting, grunts, and stuttered hip movements, you could tell he was close as well.

“Mmm—Mm—I—I’m gonna cum,” you whine, holding him close to your body with your arms as your hips kept moving to pursue the final, euphoric sensation.

“Ngh—Me too. Me too, baby. C’mon… Cum for me,” he gently orders under his breath before you felt your muscles clench, walls tightening as you reached your powerful orgasm.

“Mmm—Ahh!” You whine in deep pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach untangle with euphoria. Your fingernails dug deep into his back, nearly scratching down his skin as your entire body quivered. Logan releases immediately right after, groaning your name as he cums deep inside of you, letting his warm, white seed shoot through and paint your fleshy walls. Your hips moved slowly onto his cock as you two rode out your sensitive, shared orgasm.

You both panted softly and you whined gently as you moved up, feeling Logan’s cock slowly slide out of you, now sitting on his lap normally. You could feel his cum begin to drip out of you already. Your hands caressed his face before you lift his eyepatch up against his forehead, finally seeing both of his loving, intimate eyes. Your lips moved against his in a gentle, passionate kiss that marked the end of your lovemaking.

You were usually clingy at the end of sex, as you would frequently hold onto him like a koala. So there you were, with your arms embracing him tightly, as if he would disappear the very second you let go. Logan stroked your skin affectionately, basking in the afterglow of the beautiful moment.

“So, don’t get me wrong,” you mumble, still merely exhausted, “I love your eyes, but… the eyepatch is just… so fuckin’ sexy. Especially with the white suit, just—everything…”

Logan chuckled humorously at your confession, pressing several gentle kisses on your shoulder.

“Mm? Well, get used to it, bub. We’re gonna be here for a while,” he smirks as he positioned the two of you to lay down beside each other on the bed.

“Oh, I know I will,” you giggle softly, burying your face in his sweat-stained neck.

[unknowns-musical]

Okay! I need to make this post just for myself really but I need to type up how I imagine everyone gets on this this au I have going on. So, if you are curious or interested I get ready for a lot of text.

Freights

I'm gonna start off with Hermes because that's my oc I want to focus on. Though he identifies as a Freight since he hauls weight like the others, he's also a Coach. Turns out TPO (traveling post office) are a kind of Coach since they can carry people. So, his main parent is the OG Belle, with Break Van and Caboose being his older brothers (who are in the same boat of identification to him in my mind). Break Van being the most mature, and responsible of the group. CB is the one who will always support you, but he can be a bit... Intense at times. He also has two older sisters, Slick and Wembley Belle. Slick is more of a "sister" by how close she is to CB and BV in terms of interest, but still a sister since she pranks like one. Wembley Belle was adopted by OG Belle since she's the Sleeper with the most experience to raise another Sleeper. While Hermes is the baby of the group since Slick is just a bit younger than CB, and Belle is a bit older than he is.

On the side of the Freights and Steamers, it's not as complicated I would say. The McCoys (yes plural), are parental figures to him like how they are parents to every one in their yard. All the Freights being the older brothers and sisters to Hermes. The eldest two being Flattop and Dustin, both big hearts but the silliest guys you'll meet who will always make sure you're okay. Lumber is older than Porter by about a year or so, newer to the yard... He and Porter are definitely together. Porter has been here longer and kinda apprenticing under Dustin, really nice guy, bit of a flirt. Rusty is seen as the favourite since he's the only other Steamer here, but that puts more stress on him since he's the youngest engine around. Meaning he has to take on more responsibilities to look after everyone as the McCoys slow down to retire. Next up Hydra, the only thing I can say about them is their special interest is water and tries to drag anyone who'll listen to talk about or see whatever water based thing is on their mind.

Rockies and the Hip Hoppers aren't the same here. The Rockies are quadruplets, with one being the sister of the group. You will never find these four apart, always hanging out together, usually rough housing or spray painting any surface they find, including each other. While the Hip Hoppers I'm making triplets but girls, since we need more female Freights. The three of them if they aren't trying to start something with the Rockies, they are either break dancing non stop or trying to host a party without permission.

Coaches

The eldest of the Coaches are Og Belle, followed by Ashley and Carrie. OG Belle is the eldest and has most interactions with Ashley and Carrie since they've almost been around as long as she have. They know about her past life, they don't judge her for it they know she's a really sweetheart who always does what's best. The three of them are friends, hanging out as the "Wine Aunts", constantly gossiping, drinking and having a grand ol'time. They'll never talk about the whole history of their lives together, but people think they are a polygamous group of lesbians... Honestly, Ashley and Carrie don't help it by telling everyone conflicting stories.

Next up is Buffy and the eldest Dinah, Buffy was raised by Ashley and Carrie finding friends with og Dinah. These girls gained enough experience growing up that they own a dinar together that they run. Buffy being mainly in the back since she has no patience for the customers unless they get rowdy and lets her be a bit more... Aggressive. Dinah, Southern belle sweetheart who will always smile at you. Primarily works at the front taking orders, and is the main chef when it comes to dealing with food that needs changing in any way for dietary restrictions.

We have two other Dinahs, red Dinah and Wembley Dinah both working with their big sister. Red Dinah is the middle child of the group, she's a lot more flirtatious and friendly than her sisters and works mainly as a waitress. Knows how to set her boundaries clearly, putting her foot down for herself and others... Unless she's in love and all red flags are out of sight and mind. Wembley Dinah (Panto Dinah as I call her), loyal, the most colourful, sassy... And dramatic. If she isn't sassing, she is being dramatic about anything and everything. However, unlike her sisters she can at least recognise a red flag and is more cautious about going forward with the red flag.

Tassita is a trans woman to me. I didn't know the actor who played Tass was a guy until later on, so they are now a trans woman in my universe. Which they get to shush anyone - Diesels - who tries to ask about it, or be rude. She shuts them down before they can get anywhere and they're the ones who end up mad not her. Wembley Belle is best friends with Tass, which is honestly a good pairing. Tass can look after Belle whenever she falls asleep and keeps anyone from waking them up. I would not be surprised if these two got together or are already together and haven't told anyone.

Pearl is the youngest, she has been taken in by Ashley and Buffy which is honestly a good thing. Those two have plenty of experience to share with her so Pearl can actually learn what to do and how things work in this world. While Buffy being the older protective sister just seems fitting to me.

I know I haven't talked about Belle the Bar car, Duvay or the two extra Sleeper cars but I need to do more research on them before I can talk about them.

Diesels

Starting off with the Greaseballs, we have the Og, middle and fem. Og Greaseball came from the South like Dinah, but not from the same place. Before he became a racer he mainly worked on engines because it's something he liked to do. He liked to tinker with them, understanding how they worked and how he could improve them. It was probably the only way he could learn, eventually leading to him messing with his own engine that allowed him to become a racer. Becoming famous enough he made friends with Tank, Lube and Gear (I can't really talk about them either, I need to research them more). That eventually lead him to meeting OG Dinah. She fell first, he fell harder... He was not the best to her but once the crash happened and he met the Starlight, he became a himbo... No I won't explain how that works.

Though upon treating Dinah like the queen she should be treated as, the Starlight tested his patience by giving him two younger siblings. The middle GB isn't as muscular as his brother or sister, but he has the best looks (at least in his own opinion). The biggest inflated ego around, constantly flaunting himself off. This behaviour though really bothers Fem GB, enough to the point they bicker until they fight... Which he will lose to her if it gets to that point, or until OG GB pulls them apart. Fem GB on the other hand is a big gym rat, always working out... And getting into scraps with her Diesel or anyone who makes her mad. These two will always make their big bro hate that he used to act like them both.

Wembley Diesels... Oh boy they are definitely something. Golden Eagle is seen as the leader of the group, despite that he's always peacocking around trying to start a fight with anyone who looks at him the wrong way. On a good day though, this femboy in his free time likes to learn how to dance, it's just fun to him. Never let him try to teach you unless you want to be yelled at or shown up. Silver Bullet is the actual leader, they're more quiet and reserved but knows when to step in to keep the group in line. It makes the others call her Sheriff just because every time she steps in it's the most dramatic time. Green Arrow is the biggest bully of the group, trying to fight everyone just because he wants to be respected and he loves to tease anyone. Both he and Silver have a... Competitive nature together trying to figure out who is better.

Blue Lightning is the gamer of the group, she loves to just lay back and play any game she can get her hands on or connect to. Her competitive nature however even affects her game play. If she was to lose in any sense, she gets so upset that she ends up sparking with electricity that she overloads the game and crashing it. Finally Orange Flash, the baby of the five, never taken seriously and always yells for attention. If that doesn't work? Flash has modified their skates to release small fireworks on command to create a scene or entrance. Definitely eye catching... Definitely annoying to the others if a spark catches their clothes.

Electrics

Electra, every gender at once drag queen, fashion icon, rich kid... And secret gamer. They hate to go slow, take it easy they have to do something to keep them happy. Be that racing, adored in any sense, or trying out different games to see what is popular. Before they were a racer though, they did not like their family. All of them act and think similarly to Electra, which is why they expect to get everything they want. They just couldn't handle the easy back life style of the rest of them, it was just frustrating. Their family gave them their full support... Under the condition that if they ever loose or need their ego saved, they must return home to stay where it's safe. Yeah, they never went back and prefer the found family they have.

Purse was the first to be join Electra, being the one who basically grew up alongside them and tried to teach them how to use money wisely. Those lessons never stuck, so Purse was kinda forced to stay with them to make sure they never ran themselves into debt. Plus, they also knew what Electra's family was like and even they didn't want to go back to those. The stress it was for both of them to be perfect was enough of a reason to leave long before they did.

Bolt is next - from Starlight on Ice - not much is actually known about them, so I'm just guessing here. But, based on name alone Bolt is essentialy the battery truck to Electra, the same way Dustin, Porter, Lumber and Hyrda are to the Steamers. Non stop energy and friendly energy, who can run themselves ragged if they over does it or overheats. If they get to the point of passing out, they just have to drag then them to the nearest charging point to wake them up again.

Killerwatt and Krupp came as a pair, simply because Purse knew that they could protect themselves and Electra, but trying to deal with Bolt, and keeping them all alive they needed that extra help. Killerwatt is the main guard always on alert, and staying up late to work just because they have a bad feeling about something. Making him constantly tried, and a bit trigger happy with his tazers at time. Krupp is a bit more relaxed than Killerwatt, though not by much. He mainly just does what he's told in the exact order he was told to do it. Carrying supplies on his back he can't reach, but ones Killerwatt can reach to use instead. Sometimes the two look at Purse and wonder why they're staring at them so much.

Wrench was the next to join the group as the last to join Electra asked for, and again Purse knew the chaos that would come from that, so they needed a medic. Wrench, best medic they could afford and no nonsense, not putting up with Electra when they're being overdramatic or throwing a tantrum... She's a blessing to the group. Her only fault is that when she gets too stressed or frustrated she ends up throwing things about. Sometimes at others if that person was the reason she became so frustrated.

Volta, in a relationship with Joules, the two of them are a constant gossip together. Always chatting up a storm, flirting or judging others because that's what they like to do. How they work together no one knows, Volta is more quiet compared to her partner, and stays out of the chaos Joules makes. Though, she has her limits and when they're pushed she'll always enter what the group calls "mother mode". Fussing and talking to anyone like a child as she scolds them, it doesn't matter how old that person is, she'll do it and it works. It never works on Joules though, but Joules does tease her about it.

Joules, the most controlled chaos of the group when compared to Bolt. She won't make chaos on a whim, it's always well thought out which scares anyone around her who isn't Volta. Loud, in your face, but extremely sweet to anyone she bounds with. Just be careful that she doesn't drag you onto whatever she's doing, be that anything to do with dynamite, an argument or even a fight. Yet, Volta somehow is able to disable her need to make something explode with a simple no. They're an odd pair, but they work.

[earlgreytea68]

After watching last night's medley, I'm just overwhelmed how deeply Patrick loves the people around him, and how much he shows that love through his music.

Travis McCoy met Patrick the day Ray Charles died, and he was crying, which told Travis that Patrick was something special. And boy, was he right.

He's devoted his entire adult life to faithfully translating Pete's story through melodies, and singing his words, even before he thought of himself as a singer.

He started making music for cartoons, so he'd have something to share with his kids before they grow up.

He plays concerts night after night with everything he has in him, even when he's terrified, miserable, and often sick, because he wants us fans to know that our love matters to him.

And when his dear friend passes, how does he commemorate his friend's memory? Through song. Because how else could he do it, than through the language of his heart?

That expression of love through music is just one of the billion and one things I adore about him, and I really hope history recognizes him for the treasure he is!

I couldn't even respond to this at the time because it was just all so much, but you're so right. Music IS the language of his heart. It's so easy to see it as his job, and to think it's just what he does, but no, every time he sings he pours his heart out at us, night after night after night after night, this is Patrick Stump's heart out there in front of us. No wonder he gets so hurt when it's rejected, and no wonder he gets so emotional when it's accepted. And really, he's so brave to keep doing it.

[bouncingbluebeast]

A brisk March evening called for a good drink with warmer food. Thankfully, seasonal depression blues hadn't sunk its claws too deeply into the bountiful flesh of one bouncing blue Beast. Perhaps they found his hue sufficient, or he warded them off with his winning smile.

Whatever the reason, Hank found himself dressed in his usual trenchcoat, with a starched half-buttoned mint shirt and white slacks that fit slim on his thick thighs and round rump. Still, no one could say they didn't frame him well, and it felt nice to dress up every now and then.

His go-to bar had a St. Pat's special, according to the flyer, with tonight serving shepherd's pie (Mutants always welcome!). Sure, there had been some ne'er-do-wells that decided an open bar was worth graffiti-ing the place - but Hank was happy to show them a stimulating conversation and the nearest complaint box (a dumpster).

Walking in with his matching coat and hat with the collar popped up, McCoy tipped his hat to some cheers of recognition at his arrival. A tad embarrassing to be a local celebrity, sure, but the warm reception was not unwelcome. Hanging up his coat, he wandered his way over to the bar and waved down for a Guinness and three orders of the special with a side of pub fries.

Soon enough, he found a foaming glass on a coaster in front of him, with the fries as an appetizer while he waited. He raised his glass with a "Sláinte" and took a fine swig of the stout.

He had a feeling it would be a good night.

[aceship-sconesterprise]

In Our Favor

Part 481

McCoy

McCoy sat with his hands nervously clenched. Upon reentering the shuttle, Lt. Flores had taken the copilot's seat. Cora was sitting, smiling brightly, in the pilot’s chair. She ran her hands just above the controls, looking them over.

“When you’re ready,” Flores said. “You do the take off, I’ll handle the landing from here.”

“Ok,” Cora said, and set her hands onto the controls.

Below them the shuttle came to life. After a moment’s pause and with a slight sway, they had lifted off.

“Good!” Flores said. “Take us up another three meters and a bit forward.”

McCoy remembered to breathe, and forced his hands to open. Behind him Scotty reached up and touched his shoulder.

“I’ve got it now Cora,” Flores said.

“That was so fun!” Cora exclaimed. “It’s so different from the simulator, but so similar too.”

With barely a bump, Flores set the shuttle on the ground again. “You ready Keenser?”

“Yes.”

He and Cora unstrapped themselves and switched places.

And then just minutes later, with another gentle bump, Flores turned to look at McCoy.

“You ready?”

“No,” McCoy answered honestly. “But I’ll try.” He undid his restraints and stood up. Keenser made way for him and McCoy sat down again, this time in the pilot’s seat. For a long moment he stared at the controls in front of himself. They were nearly identical to the simulator.

“Leonard?” Flores asked quietly.

McCoy drew a deep breath and blew it out slowly. He settled his hands on the controls and tried his best to keep them from shaking. A real shuttle. He was about to fly a real shuttle. His heart began to pound.

“Ye’ve got this love,” Scotty said in Gaelic softly from behind them all.

A small smile pulled the corner of McCoy's mouth knowing the words were said for only him to understand.

“Ok,” he said, and with one more deep breath his hands began to move. The shuttle lifted and quick movements from McCoy’s fingers kept it steady.

“Very good Leonard,” Flores said quietly. “A bit more lift.”

His hands moved again as Scotty murmured at him again Gaelic. Another breath and his heart seemed to have returned to his normal rate. He was flying a real shuttle!

“Take us next to that rock,” Flores said, pointing out the front.

McCoy nodded and flew forward to where Flores wanted. His heart began to race again, but not with fear. Excitement had caught up to him.

“Good,” said Flores. “I’ve got it now. Excellent job Leonard!”

McCoy beamed as he got up from the pilot’s seat a moment later. Keenser got up to move forward again.

“You are a good pilot!” Cora told McCoy as he sat back down in his seat.

“Ye did great mo ghràdh,” Scotty said proudly.

Part 482

Scotty

"Ye were simply amazing, mo ghràdh."

Scotty grinned broadly as he and the others sat down at the dining room table. Leonard's lips were also smiling and his chest was puffed with pride.

"I still can't believe I really managed to do this. Did I actually fly a real shuttle?"

"You did. We've all seen it," Cora replied with a laugh and Keenser nodded in agreement, while Leonard just shook his head in disbelief.

"That's just crazy! It's never been this easy for me before. I mean... I was terrified at first, but then it was just an exciting feeling."

"And that's the feeling ye need to take into your heart and remember whenever ye have doubts."

Scotty squeezed Leonard's hand and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before they started to eat.

The table quickly filled up and plans were made for the weekend ahead.

It was already late when Scotty and Leonard finally finished their homework and snuggled up together on the bed to relax.

"I'm so proud of ye, Len," Scotty breathed into his husband's ear. He was almost prouder than Leonard himself. "Ye conquered your fear and flew the shuttle so well."

"It was only a very short flight. Nothing special," mumbled Leonard, apparently embarrassed by all the praise.

"Nae. It was something very special."

They kissed once more and were just getting ready to undress and celebrate Leonard's success when the prince's PADD suddenly rang.

Leonard groaned in annoyance.

"We're not here."

But Scotty knew it might be important and gave the other a meaningful look.

"Ugh, fine."

Leonard reached out and grabbed his PADD. Glancing at the screen, he rolled his eyes.

"We're really not here."

Scotty just shook his head and took the PADD from his hand. It was Leah.

"It could be important."

"Then we would have heard it on the news by now. She just wants to annoy us."

But before Leonard could protest any further, Scotty was already answering the call. They were greeted by the friendly face of the Princess of Georgiares.

"Hello, you two. Well? Am I interrupting something special?"

"Yes!" grumbled Leonard and his sister just grinned.

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that. But... my news is more important."

"What could be more important than our relaxing quality time together?"

Leah smirked and tilted her head back and forth.

"Maybe... I'm traveling to Earth soon for a diplomatic visit and... Robbie and I will visit San Francisco at the same time?"

That made Scotty's heart beat faster and he beamed with happiness.

"Ye're coming to visit us? No way!"

[rmoonstoner]

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, volatile emotions, dats a big boi, dats an angry boi, reader gets hurt, whumpy, hit-you-in-the-feels, why are they so sweet?

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Summary:

Miguel goes out on patrol with you and your friends. Something noteworthy happens. We see a side of your ex that you don't get to.

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Chapter 6 - Panades, Belize

This empanada is from Belize. Like many other Empanadas, they are usually crescent shaped and packed full of white fish and a variety of beans, sometimes with cheese and other meats. The shell is made of corn flour, giving it a yellow color, and is deep fried in lard until fully cooked and golden and crispy on the outside. It is typically serced with salsa made of onions, cabbage, and peppers.

***

The next morning.

Everyone was seated around the table, except for Stephen and Miguel. Stephen had made it clear that there would be a mandatory meeting this morning, before anyone was allowed to leave for the day.

"What do you think? Is the doc gonna find a missing Spider?" Gwen asked.

"Pffft. If that man is smart, he wouldn't dare leave." America laughed as she jotted down some quick notes for class without even looking up.

"I dunno. He broke my arm. It takes a lot to do that." Peter huffed. America stopped and looked up at Peter with a deadpan expression.

"He what?"

"Yeah, but it's fine. Stephen fixed me up as good as new. Miguel even apologized! I believe his apology was genuine."

"That's not good enough, Peter! He owes you, now. He broke into your building that you inherited from Tony. He beat you up and shattered your arm. You're lucky Stephen was available!" Gwen complained, while America hummed in agreement.

"Shhh, I hear them coming down the stairs!" You hissed at them both and you picked up your tea to feign like you were occupied.

Stephen had Miguel marching into the room in street clothing. Miguel was in simple blue sweatpants, some white sneakers, red socks, and a tight fitting black tee with a faded Led Zeppelin logo on the front. Miguel had a frown and he seemed to squint at the bright lights of the kitchen. He grumbled as he took a seat next to you and started to rub his eyes generously.

"Damn. You look awful." Gwen declared while looking at the large man that was hunched over the table.

"Mmmhmmm." Miguel huffed back. When he removed his hands, he was still squinting badly. He looked like he was hungover.

"He will be fine. He's light sensitive." Stephen said while the lights dimmed and the curtains in the kitchen windows closed. He set down a pair of red sunglasses beside Miguel and patted his back.

"These have special lenses. A friend of mine, Doctor Hank McCoy, developed them for a colleague of his. They should help with your sensitive eyes and also if you happen to have hellfire spewing from them." As he explained the glasses, Miguel snatched them up and put them on.

Stephen was quick to set the table for breakfast with a simple hand gesture and he motioned for everyone to dig in. The moment a steaming cup of coffee appeared in front of Miguel, he took it and guzzled it down. He didn't even make a face at the temperature, and merely sighed happily as the caffeine flooded his system.

Everyone ate and talked. Stephen and Peter were discussing the genetic testing he was doing at the lab, and how it was set back a few months for obvious reasons. One of which was sitting there, trying to be invisible. Gwen was helping America with her notes by making flash cards versions of them.

And that left you and Miguel to sit there awkwardly. Miguel was listening to Peter talk about his experiments. You sipped your tea and poked the food around your plate until it was eventually all gone. When breakfast was done and cleaned up, America left through a portal, while Peter and Gwen followed her.

"You're free to leave, if you want, but please remember that when I summon your presence, you better come running." Stephen said as he waved his hand dismissively.

You gawked at him. Whatever discussion they had, they certainly weren't letting on about anything they talked about. Miguel was quick to get up and leave, only stopping briefly at the door to say his goodbyes.

"So, uh… I'll see ya tonight? Sanctum roof?" You asked. He sighed and nodded.

"Yeah. The doctor said I have to stay within sight of one of you four. I assume that includes the black and red Spider-Man?"

"Yeah. He was the new kid, before I came along." You laughed and rubbed the back of your neck. Miguel chuckled and turned to leave.

"If I show up early, can we get pizza again?" He turned back to give you a dopey grin. You blushed and agreed.

"Yeah. We can get pizza." Miguel gave you that adorable fangy grin and he left before he said something stupid.

He made his way down the steps and towards the general direction to his hotel. Miguel's brain was filled with images of the night ahead.

The doctor had basically given him an old school vibe of; 'If you hurt my daughter in anyway, shape, or form, I'll blast you with my boomstick.' The daughter being you, and the boomstick probably being some sort of magic spell pulled from the depths of Hell or something.

The other Spiders were mentioned as well, with him being just as clear about not hurting them either. Miguel understood why. He did kind of severely damage Peter's arm.

But, the man made it very clear he wouldn't tolerate Miguel playing around with you if he wasn't serious, or if you weren't interested. Stephen said, no, he demanded, that Miguel was absolutely not allowed to come on to you first. No intentional flirtatious behaviour or comments, unless you initiated it first, any sex that could happen, he needed your explicit and coherent consent.

No drugs. No alcohol.

No consent. No sex.

It was terrifying and awkward for Miguel to sit there like a shrinking lump in a massive chair. He felt like some awkward and scared teenager in the fifties, and not a grown ass man from the not so distant future, with superpowers and a couple of doctorates.

The fact he was technically a doctor as well didn't even cross Stephen's mind. He knew first hand that having a doctorate didn't make you a good person. He was more worried about the kind of person Miguel was. Miguel didn't even know that yet. He had lost who he was and he was still figuring himself out.

Miguel suddenly smiled at the thought of the major loophole to the wizard's words.

If you initiated the flirting first, he could roll with it. Stephen didn't give him any sort of level to adhere by, except for explicit sober consent from you.

He had a sudden thought that you were still watching him through the window, and he stopped to look over his shoulder. You were there, up on the window where people normally shouldn't be, smiling, your face lighting up when he locked eyes with you and you began to wave in a silly manner. He waved back and felt his face heat up even more. The heat was threatening to sneak on down to his nether regions, but with a quick thought process change, he saved himself from a surprise erection.

What also helped that surprise erection disappear, were the sudden 'ooo's' and 'ah's' and kissing sounds coming from Lyla.

"Shhh. Stop it. Please?" He covered the faceplate of the watch with that deep heat in his cheeks returning full force.

"You like her." She giggled back.

Miguel didn't answer. He started to walk again and picked up his pace as he swiped away Lyla's face and began going through his messages. Stephen had given Lyla the app details and she downloaded the program. It was an app that Peter and the others had worked on for communications between the Spiders and the different hero factions they were a part of.

He saw he was added to three chats. One was the room for the Spiders, and it was named 'Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiders'. Since being added only that morning, there had been an overwhelmingly large amount of texts. He decided to wait until he got back to his hotel to check those.

Another was set to an unnamed chat that contained Stephen, America, Peter, and you. He assumed that was the house chat.

And the last chat thread had been started with just your name at the top of the box. That one made a deep grin form onto his face. It was a simple, yet funny greeting.

5:01am

You:

Hello there, handsome. It's me, the bane of your existence! Lol.

He happily replied and sent back a message.

9:23am

Miguel:

Haha, very funny.

As he was sending the message, he heard a car door open to his left. With a quick sidestep, he avoided the door. A man got out and slammed the door shut as he turned away from Miguel. His collar was up, hiding his face, while the man wore a newsboy cap with the rim over his eyes. The man lit up a cigarette and appeared to be leaning on the cab as he typed away on his phone. He was clearly agitated.

Miguel didn't want to have a hassle with some random guy right after leaving your presence, while still in full view of the Sanctum. He promised the wizard that he would behave himself during his stay here.

That cabbie brought the phone up his ear, and his voice went from frustrated and angry to calm and collected. He wasn't calm for very long, and he started to cry and rub at his face with his sleeve as he pleaded into the microphone.

"Hola. Last call for now. I'll try again tomorrow if I haven't heard from ya by then.-" The sound of that man's voice hit Miguel's ears and he felt a knot twist in his gut. He sounded so God damned familiar, and he couldn't place why.

*- I miss you, my pretty little star, mi estrella. Te extraño mucho. Please consider giving me a call. Te amo…"

And there it was.

The Spanish accent that sounded a little too close to his own. The jet black hair that was slicked under the back of the man's hat and over his olive skin. The little nickname he had heard clear as day in his dream. The one the grey suited man had affectionately referred to you as, right before Miguel took his place.

He took a quick glance at the license plate and subtly took a picture of it with his watch. He even got the man in the photo frame as well. After, he took a video of him typing away on his phone and he turned his head, as if he were about to look at Miguel.

Miguel was quick to speed up and leave, turning down an alleyway and going to his hotel as he shot you a text to message him if you needed him for any reason. The man only caught a streak of him leaving and thought nothing of it as he got back into his cab and drove off.

***

When Miguel left, you found yourself quickly clambering up the wall to the large circular symbol in the glass. You peered out the window to watch him walk away while Stephen chuckled and gave you privacy. You were sure you looked insane, like a gecko stuck to a glass tank, sideways, face close to the glass, but not exactly touching it.

Miguel's ass looked quite nice in those sweats as he was walking away. Your eyes followed him as his form got smaller and smaller. He turned around and saw you, which made you blush and bite your lower lip. You waved. He waved. You smiled. He smiled. He turned around and kept going, and your eyes lowered back down to his rear. It wasn't until he nearly collided with a car door, when your eyes darted away from that scrumptious bottom.

Your heart dropped.

It was Jake. He was wearing a scowl as he absently tossed a middle finger at Miguel for nearly getting in his way and he slammed his door. The sound was so loud, you could hear it. You even saw Miguel wince and quickly move away from him, but not too far as he stared at the audacity of the other man. It didn't look like he had seen Jake's face. If he did, you just knew he would have stopped dead in his tracks and confronted him.

You watched as your heart sped up, thudding harshly in your chest as Jake didn't even look back at Miguel while he pulled out his phone. You gulped as you heard your phone down on the table start to ring and vibrate against the old wood. All you could do was dumbly look down at it while it skittered about making a horrible buzzing noise accompanied with Jake's ringtone.

After six rings, it stopped and the lights went dim. You sighed in relief and relaxed, but then it started to buzz again. You let go of the window and dropped to the floor, eyes not leaving the device. You brought both hands to rest against the table as you leaned over it, glaring when you saw his name flashing across the screen, along with the one photo of his stupid face in that stupid hat of his that you forgot to remove from the phone contact list.

Again the phone stopped, and this time it went to voice-mail. The phone was quiet for a moment, until the voice-mail registered and the screen lit up while the phone vibrated to alert you to a new message.

You let go another heavy breath of air and relaxed, resting your head against the desk and sighing. Maybe he had given up, maybe he wasn't. You had no way of knowing.

However, you did know that Jake must have come back and seen the car missing. He must have panicked when he saw that the house was stripped bare of anything you owned. He was probably actively looking for you.

But he had no idea where you were, right?

Right?

You bit your lower lip and picked up the phone, going straight to look at the alerts and call history. You could see one from Miguel, but it had to wait until you inspected the ones from Jake, first.

Jake had actually called you five times. He left four voice mails. Before listening to them, you checked your text messages. He had sent you around ten of them, right after you had sent Miguel a message and put the phone down for breakfast.

***

6:37am

Jake:

Heya, doll. I'll be coming into town in thirty. See you soon. I missed you a whole lot.

7:02am

Jake:

You still like those Redbulls? I got a couple cases of the ones ya like.

7:07am

You have missed a call from Jake Lockley.

7:08am

You have a new voice-mail from Jake Lockley.

7:10am

Jake:

Is this a joke? Real funny.

7:16am

Jake:

Mi estrella? Hello?

7:21am

Jake:

I talked to the neighbors. They said they saw you packing and getting rid of things. Did you go to the school you were talking about? I must have forgotten.

7:29am

You have missed a call from Jake Lockley.

7:32am

You have a new voice-mail from Jake Lockley.

7:43am

Jake:

Where are you?

7:46am

Jake:

I found the sale papers for the car. Why did you sell it? Was there something wrong with it? Why did you sell it to Clint?

8:07am

Jake:

I called Clint. He said you sold it to him like two weeks after I left. Said you didn't need it and never used it. I'm not mad or upset. It's your car. I'm going to go grab some breakfast and call ya in a bit.

8:45am

You have missed a call from Jake Lockley.

8:50am

You have a new voice-mail from Jake Lockley.

9:13am

Jake:

I am getting worried, here. At least respond to me, so I know you're safe.

9:20am

You have missed a call from Jake Lockley.

9:27am

You have a missed call from Jake Lockley.

9:28am

You have a new voice-mail from Jake Lockley.

9:30am

Jake:

Please, sweetheart. Please reply. I know I said we were on a break, but I came back. I just had to see you. I have only a week, before I gotta go back. I'm sorry. Please, mi estrella?

The messages were sweet and sad. Your heart panged for Jake. He was acting lost without you. He wasn't even showing any signs of being angry. He was clearly worried about you and your safety.

You dialed up your voice-mail and waited to hear his voice.

"Hola! How is my beautiful girl, eh? I see a lot of empty space. What's going on here? Are you renovating? The mailbox is pretty full."

When the message finished playing, you frowned. He sounded nervous, like he was pretending to be optimistic and happy. You could hear the disappointment in his voice. You waited for the next one to play.

"Did you… Did you go to that university that you were talking about? Ya said something about a Stark scholarship a few times. It looks to me like… Like ya moved out. I hope not. There's literally nothing of yours left here, except the junk mail. Uh, anyways, please shoot me a call back."

Now his voice had melted into a hollow tone. You almost cried, but you held them back.

You remembered how violent and volatile he was towards others. Miles had seen him beat the crap out of a few people. Gwen had reported seeing him yelling at gang members... And both Peter and Stephen had some not so nice things to say about him. What if his next voice-mails were rude and belligerent?

What if he threatened you?

"Hola, sweetheart! I am just calling to be sure you know that I support whatever decision you are making. I know you're probably mad at me right now. I get that. That's okay. If you don't want to see me again, please just let me know. I promise I'll leave you alone, once I know that you are okay. Please?"

Your heart broke at his begging and pleading. His voice was cracking and he sounded like he was sniffling. Was he crying? He never did that around you.

"Hola. Last call for now. I'll try again tomorrow if I haven't heard from ya by then. I miss you, my pretty little star, mi estrella. Te extraño mucho. Please consider giving me a call. Te amo…"

By now Jake sounded quite depressed. He wasn't yet giving up, but for today he claimed that he was.

But wait… Did he just admit to loving you? You had to play the message again, and it made you feel both extremely good, and terribly sad.

Now you were crying as you set the phone down. You paced around the room for a long moment, then remembered he was just down the street. With a quick couple of jumps and flips, you got back up to the window and looked to see if he was still there. You completely missed your phone's muffled buzzing again as it sat on your sweater.

He was just getting back into his cab and you cursed to yourself. There would be no way to chase him down with the way he drove. You had a hunch he was looking around the city for any sign of you. You thought about telling someone of what you saw, but then that would just freak everyone out for no reason. You decided to wait and see what happened and kept it a secret for now. You weren't going to reply, not yet anyways, but he'd know you read the messages.

***

Jake was anxious as he walked through a park he used to take you to. It was close to the bridge, with his favorite taco truck near by. He always enjoyed looking at the lights up there. He once admitted to you that he would sit here and smoke weed while watching the Spider-Folk go about their business across the buildings in the night sky.

What he didn't reveal, was that he was there to specifically watch you. How he adored your outfit and the way you'd gracefully leap about with those lights, or swing with your webs. He missed coming out at night for his cabbie job, because he spent most of the night following you around, making sure you were safe.

He even kept his secrets to himself, secrets that would have made everything easier for the both of you if only you knew.

It was the middle of the day, and he sighed as he sat down on a bench with a couple of pork carnitas and watched the boats on the water go by. He chain smoked for a while and eventually went back to his car to drive around for a few hours. He didn't catch any sight of you, but he did see Bruce Banner walking with Natasha Romanoff, hand in hand.

That image made him feel smaller. He had that with you, and he just had to go and fuck it up by not being honest with you.

By nightfall, he found himself driving lazily down a strip of cheap motels with bars and pubs across the street. He wanted to keep himself occupied and his mind off of you, so he went looking for fares.

A few hours in, he'd made a good chunk of money. A bunch of college frat boys needed rides up to a dormitory, and that took up most of his time to make three separate trips. He didn't mind. It was a fair and honest rate and they all tipped him quite well. One of them even handed him a bottle of whiskey and a bag of weed, before he stumbled off to his dorm.

Jake was just making a turn down Bleeker street when he noticed a sparkle of orange on the roof. His foot hit the pedal and he sped up to get closer. Once he was close enough, he parked the cab and got out to get a better look.

There on the roof was one of those portals he'd heard so much about. Jake frowned and watched as you leapt on through and set off some lights into the air. A moment later, a black and red Spider-Man was zipping towards the roof from the left, while the white Ghost-Spider came flying down from the right.

Jake's frown grew wider at the sight of that, but he was relieved that he didn't see the large Spider-Man. He was almost going to call you again, but when he checked his messages, he saw that you left him on read.

He sighed and almost gave up. He decided to have another cigarette and a drink from the booze he was given as he waited a few more minutes, before he would consider leaving you alone.

He was half way through his cigarette when a very tall man walked past him while talking to his watch. He was wearing a baseball cap, his hair falling out the sides and hiding his face. He was wearing sunglasses. At night. Jake raised an eyebrow, but the man was fully occupied. Whatever. He wasn't important. It didn't matter anyways, as the guy just dipped into the pizza place and out of sight.

His attention was caught by the OG Spider-Man walking through the portal, and you going back inside. He grumbled about that, hoping you'd come back out soon.

***

It was exactly an hour before the meet up time, and Miguel was patiently waiting in line to make the pizza order. He was getting what he got last time, while you had sent him a list of what everyone else wanted. There was an extra large pepperoni and mushroom for Miles and Gwen, a pesto linguini for the doctor, and two boxes of wings for you and Peter. After he ordered and got the food, he made his way back to the Sanctum.

On his short little walk, he passed by a cabbie faced away from him that was smoking and drinking a rye and coke in a can. The light was off on the cab, and the man looked exhausted as he blankly stared ahead and power smoked what smelled like weed to Miguel. He chuckled and passed by the poor tired man without another thought, without even looking at his face.

It was New York at night after all.

When Miguel arrived at the Sanctum doors, you greeted him and beamed at the food in his arms

"Heya, big guy! Good to see you!" You said while grabbing his arm. With a tug, you went trotting over to the library, Miguel happily following you and enjoying your hand on his bicep. The door closed itself and Miguel noticed, finding it creepy.

"Stephen! The food is here! Can you please open up a portal to the roof, again? His hands are full." You asked the doctor, who had been peacefully doing Sudoku a moment ago. He looked up at you, then at the bags in Miguel's hands, then raised a brow.

"Oh, uh, before we go up, here's your green pasta." Miguel quickly handed the man his take out box. Stephen's mouth just barely curled upwards, showing Miguel that the man was appreciative of the meal.

"Thank you. The others are waiting upstairs." Stephen said as he opened a portal and went right to work unboxing and eating his food with chopsticks that appeared from thin air. When you got through the portal, Miles stood up and pointed.

"That's the guy?!" He was not subtle, nor was he quiet about his shock and clear disdain for seeing Miguel's face.

"Yes, Miles. That's the guy." Gwen said as she grabbed his arm and tugged him back a bit. The young man was furious to see that face.

"Ya got some nerve, Lockley! Showing your face after what you did to her!" Miles hissed. In an instant Gwen had slapped her hand over his mouth and quietly apologized to Miguel. You decided to speak up and explain.

"Miles. This is Miguel O'Hara. This is not Jake Lockley. Yes, they look a lot alike, but this man isn't my ex. He is one of us. Please welcome him."

"Yeah. He's alright." Peter piped up. Miguel gave him a confused looking eyebrow raise at the lack of mentioning the broken arm. Was Peter just going to pretend it didn't happen? Either way, his calmness was bleeding through to Miles, and the young man calmed down enough to sit.

"Miguel will be patrolling with us from now on. I figure having a massive brick wall on the team will help out with all the smaller Spiders we have." Peter continued as he dug into the food.

Okay. So it did look like he wasn't going to mention the arm.

"What powers does he have?" Miles asked.

"Uh, the usual spider stuff. I have super strength, stamina, speed, agility, dexterity, durability… I can jump thirty feet, more if I absolutely have to. I have sharp fangs that secrete a paralyzing toxin…" He opened his mouth and showed Miles his teeth.

"... Oh, and I have retractable claws." He finished as he held his hands up to show his talons. Miles gawked then looked up at Miguel's face.

"What spider bit you? Did you see it?" Miles asked. Miguel's face scrunched up in annoyance.

"Uh… Well, about that… I did this to myself."

"What!?"

"Yeah… I was experimenting with genetics, and I had a sample of some superhuman Spider DNA, then an accident happened at work, and well… This happened. I bulked up over night, got taller, and I could see better… But I now have an intolerance to bright lights." He explained it like it wasn't a big deal. You suspected there was more to it, but you didn't dare ask in front of the others.

You just wanted to get through tonight.

***

"I don't understand. We have business to attend to, my son." A gravelly voice boomed through the silent night.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I have time." Jake's voice replied. The sounds of metal clicked and snapped, and a flame lit the dark alley up once again. His face was visible, a white stick stuck in the corner of his mouth as he puffed away.

"You have exactly seven days. Seven days, and you go back to Egypt, no matter what." The louder voice hissed, while the quieter and calmer man shot a death glare at the other.

"Mierda, get off my back. You know I'll get us back there in time."

"Are you sure? You said that the last time, and Steven woke up in a ditch, covered in blood, when he had just been at work for a double shift." The comment drew a string of silent curses from Jake as he tapped his cigarette.

"That was my mistake. I didn't get back before the sun came up. At least there was a dead deer on the road, so he just assumed he hit it."

"On his bicycle? Really?"

"Whaddya want from me? They still have no idea I exist."

"Uh huh. They also have no idea you've been dicking down a Spider for the last three years, while Marc's been married to Layla for half of that time."

"It doesn't matter. They broke up when she found out about you."

"That's what you think. Marc left of his own accord and he lied to her about me. Steven wants them to go back to her."

"Not gonna happen. I just know if Steven and Marc see my sweet Galaxy-Spider, they'll love her, too. They'll forget all about their Scarlet Scarab."

"What? You think they will just magically forget about their wife?"

"No, but they will choose her over Layla. I am sure of it. Besides, Steven only just found out about Marc and Layla. He's only ever kissed her once." Jake argued as he summoned his suit.

"Jake, my son… Will they not be furious to find out there's another alter, and that he's been in a committed relationship for this long, with absolutely no sign of it? You basically made Marc into a cheating scumbag, without his knowledge, and Steven by association as he's made it clear that he wants Layla."

"It's different. We are different. Different lives-"

"But will she see it that way? What about Layla? She doesn't deserve this shit, and she's Taweret's Avatar now. She is fully aware that Marc has DID." The old bird said simply. Silence permeated the air as Jake power smoked the rest of his cigarette. Khonshu cleared his throat, then continued.

"And what of your precious little star Spider? Do you think she's going to be happy to find out about Layla? Or that she's married to Marc?"

More silence as Jake refused to look at his boss.

"You really think she's just going to jump back into your arms after you left like that?"

"Of course she will, it's a silent understanding."

"Riiight. And this has absolutely nothing to do with that explicit nightmare you had the other night?"

More silence.

"You better keep the dark suit on, then. It's harder to see than your white and black suit." The loud voice rumbled.

Jake didn't reply as he snuffed his smoke out between his gloved fingers and threw the butt away. He straightened his jacket and adjusted his tie while looking at himself in the windshield of the yellow taxi.

"Mierda …" Once satisfied, a dark grey mask slowly materialized onto his face, stitching itself up over his left eye. He slowly removed his hat and threw it inside of the trunk of the cab, then turned to watch the Sanctum.

He saw four different colored lines zip across the sky to a tall building, while multiple blobs of lights were deployed in the sky. Soon after, five colorful shapes were dashing across the horizon. Jake scowled when he saw another, much larger Spider with them. He took a deep breath and set off in a run to follow them in the shadows.

***

The night was going…

Well, it was going.

Between the four of you, you managed to nab a few gangsters each and drop them off at the police station. You had performed nicely, and had even forgotten the fact that Miguel was a new addition to the team. He seemed to understand what you were doing and didn't need to be verbally told.

Miles was eager to show Miguel his own powers, by demonstrating them on the four guys, right before he had caught them, while Miguel watched them drop like electrocuted flies. Gwen wasn't eager to show off at all, and her and Peter had stayed by the group they had already collected. That just left three guys to round up, and you went after them once Miles began to tie up the ones he grabbed.

Miguel was quick to follow you. He waited for your signals, and he followed your nonverbal commands perfectly. When you pointed to two guys trying to make their way through a crowded street where people were leaving from the clubs and bars. They were obviously trying to blend in, and it almost worked, but your eyes spotted them easily, as did Miguel's. Unfortunately you didn't see where the third one went.

You each picked a side of the street, concealing yourselves in the shadows as you followed them to the bus terminal by the club owned by a local gang leader. If they went inside, you would lose them, and then it would be you and Miguel tucking tail and running.

Miguel found an opening and he gave you a look and quick gesture towards the one that was going around the back of the building. You nodded, and he shot off towards the man at a terrifying speed that sent vibrations through the pavement that you could clearly feel.

That left the other guy, now leaving the safety of the crowds at a run. He moved fast for a big and out of shape guy, but you were certain that you could catch him in time. You pulled some orbs of light into existence right in front of the guy to surprise him. He screamed and swerved away from the gang hideout.

Shooting a few webs at his legs, you managed to catch him. Just as the thrill of it hit your veins, you were hit over the back of the head and passed out.

***

Miguel had seen it all happen. He was tasked to take down the one guy, while she was sent to fetch the other. He made quick work of his target, and just as he was coming back around the corner, his target tied and slung over his shoulder while he kicked and squirmed, Miguel witnessed the third man come out of the hideout and run at the other Spider. Miguel dropped the guy in his grip and sped forward.

As quick as he was, he hit the guy, but he missed the trash can lid that flew out of his hands, hitting her directly in the back of the head. He watched in horror as she made a weak sounding sigh and went down like a sack of potatoes.

A blinding rage filled him as he clambered to the man that had caused the blow to her head. The thug skittered back, his face full of terror as Miguel snarled and grabbed him by the leg. With a heavy jerk, he yanked the man towards him and bit him in the leg. The man screamed and kicked at his face.

Miguel let him go, only to watch him stagger a few car lengths away and collapse to the sidewalk. The bite had taken its toll on him, and he was now out cold and twitching. Miguel figured it was safe enough to go check on the Galaxy Spider, but when he went back to the spot she had fallen, she was gone.

Miguel panicked.

If he came back without her, the wizard would certainly be pissed. Not to mention the other Spiders would be just as displeased. Miguel looked around, his eyes darting every which way. A glinting of some sparkles in the alleyway caught his eye, and he was moving towards them with as much stealth as he could muster.

"Shock, this isn't good. My first night on patrol with her, and she gets kidnapped!" Miguel muttered to himself.

"Perhaps you should be careful about this. Approach from the rooftop." Lyla's voice hit his ears and he scaled the wall immediately with his webbing.

Once on the roof, he made his way towards the other end of the alley. He was careful to remain hidden, but in efforts to do so, he couldn't get a good look at who was hauling her away. Every turn they made, he was always just one step behind, just getting a glimpse of the dark silhouette that held a sparkling Spider.

There were a few times he lost sight of them. Lyla couldn't pick up anything from the security cameras in the area, but his nose caught the scent of flowers in the air. He followed the smell. It was paired with whatever scent the man had, which smelled like some sort of designer cologne, mixed with cigarettes, liquor, and blood.

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a right to your intimacy

Pon Farr awakens vampiric bloodlust in Vulcans--Nyota doesn't find this erotic, at all. Written for trektober: Day 28 monster of the week

By the time they made it to Vulcan, Spock had tried to suck nearly half the crew dry and McCoy managed to lure Spock into the brig and lock him behind the reinforced shields while he raved and spit and otherwise made a nuisance of himself. 

“Let me out, Jim,” he had said, as if he wasn’t covered in three different people’s blood. 

“Do you think he understands ‘No,’ at this point, or is the vampiric lust addling his language functions,” said Nyota. 

“I think he’s completely nuts,” said McCoy rubbing his hand over his neck in the exact spot Spock had almost bitten him. “But he needs help.”

Spock launched himself at the brig walls. 

It was possible the shields weren’t going to hold with the way he was expressing his profound rage at not being able to sip at McCoy's arteries.

Nyota and McCoy (being the most well-spoken and the most "medical-professional" of the crew) were sent to greet T’Pring as she was beamed aboard—the woman Spock had called before the blood-hunger had officially taken the driver’s seat. She was tall and imperious but that could’ve just been Nyota projecting, who was feeling rather short and helpless in that particular moment. 

“Where is he?” asked T’Pring. 

“In the brig, ma’am,” said McCoy, like the polite, southern weirdo he was. 

Then, as they were exiting the turbo lift on the security deck, the alarms blared and Chekov’s tinny voice echoed from the speakers: He got out! Run for your lives!

“Why couldn’t Spock have attacked him instead of Sulu,” said McCoy. 

“I like it,” said Nyota, pinching her fingers and pulling the corners of her lips down, dramatically. “It adds a certain… je nais se quois.”

“Did you just say something in French?” asked McCoy. “You looked like a French chef for a second there.”

“I would never say something in French,” lied Nyota. “Or English. You know that.”

“I believe Spock is coming this way,” said T’Pring. She pushed in front of Nyota and McCoy and shifted into a defensive posture, fangs coming out. “Stay behind me.”

A loud noise, like an elephant tripping on a basketball court, emerged from down the corridor, and then suddenly there was Spock with fresh blood on his face and shirt and hands. 

“Oh hell, I hope he didn’t kill Jim,” said McCoy. 

Then Spock was on them. 

Or, really, on T’Pring, who was really on Spock, if one was doing the math right. He leaped at them all, claws out, hissing, and T’Pring snatched him out of the air and threw him to the ground. 

They fought viciously, green blood splattering, clothes ripping, snarling, growling, yowling, and everything else that was violent and gruesome and decidedly bad. 

“Should we run?” muttered McCoy, watching anxiously as T’Pring locked her thighs around Spock’s torso from underneath him and tugged on his hair.

“That might make it worse,” said Nyota, who was also staring at T’Pring’s thighs. “Might trigger his predatory instincts.”

“I think that’s bears,” said McCoy. 

Then Spock, strong from the feast of at least four different people now, threw T’Pring off him, and slashed out with his fingers, catching Nyota on the arm and then yanking McCoy to him and sinking his teeth into his neck with a fairly inappropriate groan. 

T’Pring leapt to her feet, pinched his neck, and he dropped. 

McCoy swayed on his feet. “Whoa nelly.”

T’Pring hoisted Spock onto her shoulders and said, “I have brought Vulcan strength restraints. Where is sickbay? We can begin the transfusion now.”

After McCoy had transported the thoroughly fainted Captain to sickbay and then got Spock set up in his specialized handcuffs with a steady supply of T'Pring's Vulcan-blood juice on a drip, he sat himself down in a chair to watch his sickbay of blood-deficient patients recover while he snacked on a packet of chocolate chip cookies. 

Nyota led T’Pring to the mess hall, figuring the least they could do was thank her with an inadequate, replicated meal. 

Just before they reached the hall, however, T’Pring stopped Nyota with a cold hand on her arm. 

“You are bleeding,” she said, gesturing to where Spock had snagged Nyota in the flesh of her bicep. 

“Oh yeah,” said Nyota, ripping the fabric away on her sleeve to reveal the gashes. “That’s annoying.”

T’Pring said, “May I?” Which should have been enough to clue Nyota in to what she was about to do, but, as it turned out, it was not. 

Nyota said, “Sure,” and then T’Pring was pressing her to the bulkhead and laying her mouth on Nyota’s bleeding skin. 

Nyota gasped as T’Pring licked up and down the wounds, careful and detail-oriented and definitely too sensual for Nyota’s state of mind. A tingling started as T’Pring’s saliva dried and Nyota watched in astonishment as the gashes sealed and healed like they were years old instead of minutes. 

T’Pring stepped away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 

Nyota said, “On second thought, I have food in my quarters.”

It clearly did not occur to T’Pring that Nyota had meant herself until they had reached a place behind closed doors and Nyota was pulling T’Pring’s teeth onto her neck, saying, “Plenty to spare.”

But, of course, T'Pring responded logically. 

[harmcityherald]

Let's talk about star trek. In particular star trek the new voyages. I know I've been fan-boobbling on it but if you stick with me trust me it's worth it.

You can say what you want about the acting the acting is being done by people who love it! There is no better Prerequisite For acting a part and there are some actor changes along the way. As far as I'm concerned they all do a pretty good job. Good enough for me to follow Ramon and to imagine that it's Jim kirk and Spock and McCoy the whole way. Also, there are some great guest appearances like Matt Decker, Will Deckers DAD to twist your brain. (Stop competing with me decker!!)Walter Koenig in the episode I'm watching right now! (To serve all my days) We get a whole Sulu episode with our beloved George Takei!! Scotty makes a cameo appearance which is almost bittersweet. They all made these appearances out of the love of their own heart for a fan made series! Imagine having to try to play Sulu in front of the guy who actually played Sulu!! So far I'm loving Walter Koenig in this episode.It is allowing him to actually dive deeper into Chekhov than I've ever seen him do before. And it is not coming across as Self-serving or condescending. He's actually doing a great job!! I imagine that this would go on to benefit him as he went on to play in Babylon 5 Where he did get his acting chops stretched out quite a good bit. He was one of the villains that Babylon5 so desperately needed. I'm also kind of partial to James Cawley As Jim kirk. He does a good job That you will notice improve over time if you do stick with the series. Also let us mention the special effects Because them bringing the 1,960s feel but Bringing it more up-to-date with their special effects actually excites the living crap out of me lol. I get a little chill every time I see a Klingon battle cruiser or a bird of prey!! You'll also notice that they improve over time as the series goes on as well. You really gotta give it to in harm's way The way it tied the original series the movies All of it together in 1Storyline That if you weren't a Trekkie you would absolutely be lost but absolutely it is pretty cool lol!! All of the Easter eggs are awesome!! You can probably expect me to do this a few times as well as we are watching this over the course of the night I will probably be giving my little play by play reviews. This series absolutely deserves it and I don't see it getting enough attention Like I'm a little upset that there are no gif sets of this for me to re blog lol.

Okay I'm gonna go watch this episode now because it's really kind of cool that the old chekhov is standing here talking to the young chekhov And the 2 actors in the scene Are doing a very good job!! They are acting well together. Very Russian indeed.

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Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Twelve

TOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twelve: Anger Beginning

Summary: The Enterprise encounters Klingons, and tensions run unusually high.

            Captain’s Log: A distress call from a human colony on Beta XII-A was picked up by the Enterprise. A landing party has beamed down to investigate further, and we remain on alert due to the claims of being attacked.

            (Y/N), Kirk, Chekov, Bones, and a security officer materialized on the planet surface and held their phasers tightly.

            “Report, Mr. Chekov,” said Kirk as they carefully surveyed the territory.

            “Full scan, results negative,” said Chekov. “Radiation level normal. Atmosphere and terrain undisturbed. No evidence of a colony, nor any residual after-effect of a force that might have annihilated.”

            “Life readings, Dr. McCoy?” asked Kirk.

            “Nothing,” said Bones. “But they said they were being attacked by an unidentified ship.”

            “Which we were unable to detect upon approach,” said Chekov.

            “An entire human colony, a whole settlement…Who did it, and why?” murmured Kirk angrily. His communicator beeped, and he answered it instantly. “Kirk here.”

            “Spock here, Captain,” said Spock. “Sensors have picked up a Klingon ship closing fast.”

            “Deflectors on. Condition Red,” said Kirk. “Protect yourselves. Total reply if attacked.” He scowled. “So that’s the answer: Klingons.”

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “Captain, there is no evidence of anything, yet. We should remain neutral so we don’t initiate any issues.” They didn’t particularly like the Klingons (after all, the ones they had met had been pretty rude), but they were a negotiations officer. They were there for diplomacy.

            “Captain, the enemy ship is drifting, totally disabled, and we never fired upon her,” reported Spock.

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow before a sudden sensation stole their attention. A collection of new emotional auras appeared, vibrating with anger and aggression. “Captain!” they said in alarm, and the moment after they spoke, a landing party of Klingons rounded a boulder.

            One officer walked up and went to strike Kirk, but (Y/N) stepped in front and blocked him. He pushed them back and glared, and his anger burned around (Y/N).

            “You attacked my ship,” he spat, glaring at Kirk. “Four hundred of my crew, dead. Kirk, my ship is disabled. I claim yours. You are now prisoners of the Klingon Empire, against which you’ve committed a wanton act of war.”

            (Y/N) blinked and raised an eyebrow. Now this was a strange development. The situation didn’t make sense at all. And as the anger of the Klingons and the tension wavering around (Y/N)’s friends, they knew they would have to tread carefully to keep war from breaking out.

            They stepped back alongside their friends as the Klingons pulled their weapons and circled around them. The Captain of the Klingons began pacing in front of them.

            “Three years the Federation and the Klingon Empire have been at peace—a treaty, we have honored to the letter,” said the captain.

            “We took no action against your ship, Kang,” replied Kirk curtly.

            “Were the screams of my crew imaginary?” snapped Kang. “What were your orders, Kirk? To start a war? You’ve succeeded!”

            (Y/N) winced as the anger from their friends and the Klingons spiked. It was like there every emotion was heightened.

            “To test a weapon? We shall be happy to examine in,” said Kang.

            “There was a Federation colony on this planet!” snapped Kirk. “It was destroyed!”

            “By what?” sneered Kang. “No bodies. No ruins. A colony of the invisible?”

            “Yes.” Kirk glared. “A test of a new Klingon weapon leaving no traces? Federation ships don’t specialize in sneak attacks.”

            “Captain Kirk, Captain Kang, neither of you has proof the other has done anything. This seems to be a misunderstanding. Let’s try to talk before either of you does something you’ll regret,” said (Y/N), interjecting firmly.

            Kang tsked. “Of course, the Celian among you is trying to twist the situation to benefit you. Such a soft species ready at your beck and call. Pathetic.”

            (Y/N) kept their face expressionless, but they frowned inwardly. Every word seemed to irritate the Klingons, and the anger was a constant cloud around them. Though, (Y/N) was glad their appearance wasn’t brought up like it had been Kolax.

            “He lured my ship into an ambush by a false Klingon distress call. You all will tell us why, with proper persuasion,” declared Kang.

            “You received a distress call?” spat Kirk. “We received a distress call!”

            (Y/N) was growing frustrated with the lack of logic coming from all of them. None of them were stupid. They should know that this was all quite strange and there was something more to the situation.

            “I don’t propose to spend the rest of my life on this ball of dust arguing your fantasies!” shouted Kang. “The Enterprise is mine.”

            “Captains, please—”

            “No,” Kang cut them off. “I’ve heard enough of you Federation scum. Captain Kirk, you will instruct your Transporter Room to beam us aboard.”

            “Go to the devil,” responded Kirk promptly.

            “We have no devil, Kirk…” drawled Kang. “But we understand the habits of yours.” He paced before them like a predator eyeing its prey. “I shall torture you to death…one by one…until your noble Captain cries enough.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, and Kang’s anger burned at them, but the fear of their friends pricked at their skin in an ugly mixture.

            “Who will be first?” questioned Kang, anger intensifying as he glared at the group.

            It’s almost unnatural, thought (Y/N). I know the temper of Klingons, but this is ridiculous. They opened their mouth to speak, to volunteer themself since even if their friends were being foolish and blinded by anger, they refused to let them get hurt, but Chekov broke from the group first.

            “Cossacks! Filthy Klingon murderer!” He ran at Kang, and even Kirk tried to stop him, but he broke away. Two Klingons grabbed Chekov and shoved him to the ground, but the Russian glared at them, anger flaring up into flames of emotion. “You killed my brother, Piotr! The Archanis IV research outpost, a hundred peaceful people massacred! Just like you did here! My brother…You killed my brother!”

            (Y/N) blinked in surprise, stepping back from the fire of his anger. They had never seen such intense fury, and the knowledge that Chekov had been hiding such a fact was unexpected.

            “So you volunteer to join him,” said Kang coldly. “That is loyalty.”

            Another Klingon pressed a device to Chekov’s cheek, and the Starfleet officer screamed in agony as it buzzed. (Y/N) and Kirk pulled against the Klingons holding them back, unable to just stand there and listen to Chekov’s cries.

            “Stop the torture!” cried Kirk, and through the haze of anger whirling around them all, worry broke through, stronger than anything else. Kirk wanted his friends safe and well. That was more important than his anger.

            Satisfied, Kang nodded to his officer, and the Klingon released Chekov.

            “Jim, you can’t hand over the Enterprise,” said Bones urgently.

            “Help Chekov,” ordered Kirk, not responding to the comment.

            “Don’t plan any tricks, Kirk,” warned Kang. “I will kill one hundred hostages at the first sign of treachery.”

            “I’ll beam you aboard the Enterprise,” said Kirk. “Once there—no tricks.”

            Kang searched his face for evidence of lies before nodding, and his officers let go of Kirk’s arms. Kang handed the communicator over, and Kirk sullenly flipped it open.

            “Captain, you can’t,” said Chekov. “Don’t let these animals have the ship.” Beside him, Bones kept the Klingons away as he checked his state.

            “Animals?” Kang scoffed. “Your Captain crawls like one. A Klingon would never have surrendered. Order everybody in this area to be transported up.” He nodded to his people. “All weapons on him.”

            “Kirk to Enterprise,” said Kirk. “Mr. Spock.”

            “Here, Captain,” said Spock.

            “Mr. Spock, we have guests,” said Kirk distastefully. “Adjust transporter for wider field. Beam up everyone in the target area.” He lowered the communicator and subtly pressed a button to alert Spock to the dangerous situation.

            “Understood, Captain,” said Spock. He would handle everything. (And be extra careful since (Y/N) was on the planet surface and in danger as well).

            The group on the planet straightened, and a few seconds later, the transporter beam caught them, and they dematerialized.

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            The Starfleet officers rematerialized in the Transporter Room first.

            “Call Security, on the double,” said Kirk instantly to Scotty while Spock walked into the room, his eyes instantly on (Y/N) to check on them.

            (Y/N) nodded to him to show they were alright, and he redirected to his job.

            “Good work, Spock,” said Kirk.

            “What happened?” asked Bones in confusion.

            “The landing party is intact, Doctor. All others are suspended in transit,” said Spock.

            “Who are the guests, by the way?” asked Scotty.

            “Klingons,” said (Y/N).

            “In transit?” Scotty’s eyes widened.

            “Well, they’re right in there,” said Kirk. “Johnson?”

            The security officer nodded. “Security men on the way, sir.”

            “Captain, leave them where they are—non-existence,” argued Chekov. “That’s so many less Klingon monsters in the galaxy.”

            (Y/N) blinked. Leaving the Klingons’ presence hadn’t abated the anger within the group. It was as present as ever.

            Before anyone could respond, Johnson’s reinforcements arrived with phasers at the ready.

            “Bring them in,” said Kirk to Scotty.

            He obeyed, and the bodies of the Klingons rematerialized. Before they had a chance to attack, the security officers ran up and grabbed their weapons, leaving the Klingons defenseless.

            “Move ‘em out. Move,” said the officers, ushering the Klingons away.

            “Liar!” spat Kang, glaring at Kirk.

            “I said no tricks after we reach the ship,” retorted Kirk. “You’re a prisoner of the Federation of Planets—against which you may or may not be guilty have committed an act of war.”

            “There are still survivors aboard my ship,” said Kang.

            “Captain, we’ve not been able to get through to Starfleet Command,” interjected Scotty. “All subspace frequencies have been blocked, and there’s too much radiation coming from that Klingon ship. It’s a hazard to the vicinity.”

            “Prepare to destruct,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they shared a look with Spock. That was a sudden decision that could prompt war.

            “Captain, perhaps you’d like to consider the people still aboard?” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, of course,” said Kirk, shaking his head like (Y/N) had shaken him from his mind. “Start beaming them over beforehand.”

            (Y/N) relaxed. So at least Kirk still had half a mind.

            “First group from the Klingon vessel, Captain,” said Spock. They materialized, and security officers escorted them out. One, however, quickly moved to Kang’s side.

            Kang nodded to the woman. “My wife and Science Officer, Mara.”

            “Kang, what has happened?” questioned Mara.

            “More Federation treachery,” he snapped. “We are prisoners.”

            “What will they do to us?” asked Mara, eyeing them suspiciously. “I have heard of their atrocities. They will torture us for our scientific and military information.”

            “We will not harm you,” said (Y/N). Unlike most of the speakers, they still had a calm, level voice. They nodded to the security officers. “They are taking you to a crew lounge with a synthesizer for food. You will be treated well.”

            (Y/N) wouldn’t harm people for no reason, and they were there to keep diplomatic relationships as non-tense as possible (which was failing horribly at the moment). They wouldn’t send the Klingons to be harmed. Not when they suspected something strange was going on, some sort of misunderstanding between both parties.

            “Tch.” Kang glared, but Mara tilted her head and legitimately considered (Y/N)’s words. Then, the security officers pushed them out of the room, and the Starfleet officers were left alone.

            “Secure from Red Alert,” said Kirk as they headed out themselves. “But maintain general quarters. Scan this sector for other ships. Run a full check on the colony. I want this thing nailed down fast.”

            “We know what happened!” snapped Chekov with red-hot anger. “That distress call.”

            Spock, cutting of Chekov’s rage, spoke. “At the moment we received the distress call from the colony on Beta XII-A, the Klingons were too far distant to have been the attackers. Moreover, they were apparently also attracted by a distress call.”

            (Y/N) gazed fondly at Spock. At least someone here still had their head on their shoulders instead of being angry all the time and was noticing something unusual was happening.

            “Lies,” said Chekov as they stepped into the elevator. “They want to start a war by pretending that we did.”

            “Chekov may be right,” said Bones. “The Klingons claim to have honored the truce, but there have been incidents, raids on our outposts.

            Not Bones, too, thought (Y/N), frowning as the doctor’s irritation turned to a warm haze, a few pushes from anger.

            “No proof that the Klingons committed it,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) nodded. They needed to keep their head on properly and understand that nothing was certain here. “Yes. We cannot risk jumping to conclusions without proof.”

            “What proof do we need?” muttered Bones. “We know what a Klingon is.” The elevator doors opened, and he got off at his floor.

            After an awkward pause, Spock spoke again. “Our log tapes will indicate our innocence in the present situation.”

            “Unfortunately, there’s no guarantee that they’ll be believed,” sighed (Y/N). The doors opened to the Bridge, and they walked out.

            “Report, Sulu,” said Kirk.

            “Still no contact from Starfleet Command, sir,” replied Sulu. “Outside communications blanketed.”

            “Keep trying. We’ve got a diplomatic tiger by the tail,” said Kirk.

            “Transporter Room to Bridge,” said Scotty over the comms. “Klingon ship is vacated, sir.”

            “Very good, Scotty. Mr. Sulu?” said Kirk.

            “Forward phasers locked and ready to fire, sir,” said Sulu.

            “Fire phaser,” commanded Kirk.

            Sulu fired, and the phasers destroyed the remains of the Klingon ship.

            “Sensor sweeps reveal no other ships within range, Captain,” reported Spock.

            “Lieutenant (L/N)?” asked Kirk.

            “Still no contact with Starfleet Command,” said (Y/N), scanning the radio frequencies.

            “Mr. Sulu, change course to 17 mark 4, warp factor 3,” said Kirk.

            "Warp factor 3, sir,” confirmed Sulu as the Enterprise began moving.

            (Y/N) frowned as they kept trying to contact Starfleet. Even though the radiation interference was gone, they weren’t getting a response. “Captain,” they called, and Kirk turned around in his seat. “This doesn’t make any sense. Carriers are completely normal, and the channels are open, but there’s still no outside contact. I have no explanation for it.”

            “Could the Klingons be doing something?” asked Kirk.

            (Y/N) went to shake their head, but the Bridge shook suddenly and cut off the conversation. Spock reached out to steady (Y/N) at the same moment they reached out to him.

            “Sulu?” called Kirk, holding onto his seat as the Enterprise swerved.

            “Change of course. Accelerating,” reported Sulu. “Helm dead. Auxiliary navigation dead.”

            “Override,” said Kirk, reaching out to the controls. Nothing changed.

            “Nothing responds, Captain,” said Sulu.

            “Scotty, stop all engines!” called Kirk.

            “I would if I could, sir,” said Scotty. “But the controls have gone crazy. Something’s taking over. The engines have gone to warp 9! By themselves!”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they held onto Spock’s arm a little tighter.

            “New course?” questioned Kirk.

            “902 mark 5,” said Sulu.

            (Y/N) and Spock’s heads snapped to one another. That would take them out of the galaxy.

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'David Tennant will front a BBC4 documentary delving into classic Doctor Who ahead of the sci-fi's 60th anniversary.

Talking Doctor Who will see Tennant, who played the Tenth Doctor and who is now returning as the Fourteenth Doctor for the upcoming 60th anniversary specials, travel back through the BBC archives to tell the story of the classic era of Doctor Who.

The documentary will also include archive interviews from past Doctors, including the late William Hartnell, who played the First Doctor, through to Sylvester McCoy, who played the Seventh Doctor.

Tennant will also share some insights into what it's like to be the Time Lord and how his experiences compare to his predecessors.

The hour-long programme is set to air on Wednesday 1st November.

It was recently revealed that much of Doctor Who's classic series will be coming to BBC iPlayer for the first time in celebration of the show's 60th anniversary.

More than 800 episodes will be available on iPlayer from 1st November - however, the BBC recently confirmed that the back catalogue won't include the very first story, An Unearthly Child, due to a rights issue.

A spokesperson for the BBC said: "This massive iPlayer back catalogue will be home to over 800 hours of Doctor Who content, making it the biggest ever collection of Doctor Who programming in one place but will not include the first four episodes as we do not have all the rights to those."

Returning showrunner Russell T Davies had previously said: "I'd like to thank the BBC for all the hard work to get this massive back catalogue under one roof, at long last.

"I'm so excited for new viewers – imagine being eight years old, spending winter afternoons exploring the '60s, '70s, '80s and beyond. And we're determined this won't be a dusty museum – we have exciting plans to bring the back catalogue to life, with much more to be revealed!"'

[gun-chucks]

highlights of the star trek comic from 1994 i got at an antique store

very cool cover i want it on a tshirt

TWO COMICS!! i didnt realize it was a special edition

the second comic had a really good colorist/separator- the only criticism i have is that they made sulu a bit too yellow on one of the pages but otherwise pretty solid

theres a nine inch nails the downward spiral ad on the inner front cover. it is the FIRST thing you see.

BLAISE OF GLORY - 1994

immediately following that ad is a comic where kirk fucks and its implied hes got a micropenis

bones implying kirk is married to the enterprise after kirk goes on a hopeless romanic rant

SAAVIK IS HERE

uhura tells rj blaise [kirks love intrests] to look at her hips and blaise goes "im dazzled beyond my ability to speak"

blaise is nonstop is calling kirk out on his mysogyny, his ego, etc, basically calling him a pompous ass: "What do you think you're proving here, huh? That you know better than me? That you're going to rescue the brainless woman from her own problems? Is that it? That is so typical of you!"

also that hes a bad fuck

the problem is resolved because the antagonist is completely fed up with kirk and blaise's bitching and moaning

rj stands for RASPBERRY JAM. HER NAME IS RASPBERRY JAM BLAISE.

some frames i liked

overall 3.3/5, its silly and makes fun of kirk relentlessly

THE NEEDS OF THE ONE - 1994

KOHLINAR SPOCK..... i love his emo haircut

takes place on vulcan pre whales in 4. so naturally its gonna be good.

sulu is also slaying in his suit from 3/4

kirk telling his personal log he understands why sarek doesnt want spock to leave vulcan again by saying "i understood that hollow feeling too well"

mister spock is climbing a mountain why is he climbing a mountain

I-CHAYA MENTIONED

bc of the former spock has another naked time moment where he says "This.... emotion is unworthy! I must be in control."

amanda talks abt how spock had a reckless streak as a kid and they thought he fucking DIED because of how long hed been GONE.

kirk sees a scrap of fabric from spocks robe and says "...my heart fell"

AMOK TIME MENTIONED. SPOCK RELIVES THE EVENTS OF AMOK TIME AND ALMOST KILLS KIRK AGAIN. like he fully starts choking kirk while reliving the memory

bones and scotty getting drunk off klingon jet fuel. im not kidding.

spock saying "There appears to be a moment of great trauma in my life after which my memories are... unreliable." like yeah me too LMAO

bones starts telling amanda abt spocks brain. leonard mccoy tells spocks MOTHER his BRAIN was TAKEN BY ALIENS for a brief period. shes gonna think abt that for weeks

frames i liked [yes ik the last one is a whole page ITS A GOOD PAGE]

overall 4.4/5. u know i love spock and having added context to the voyage home is fun

thank u for listening to my rambles ok goodnight

[lavender-romancer]

Star Trek Masterlist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

James T. Kirk

Kirk Trying To Ask You Out

♡ “You’re too drunk sweetheart.”

♡ Kirk keeps trying to find you to ask you out but you’ve been able to avoid him till today

You've Always Liked Jim

♡ You go back to Jim’s apartment after inadvertently robbing him of taking a girl back to his.

He's So Pretty

♡ Kirk had no idea you felt the same way for him as he did for you, as you plan to leave Starfleet. Is it all too little too late for the two of you?

With Him

♡ Jim thinks you’ve been cheating on him and he doesn’t know how to discuss it with you

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Spock

Say You Love Me ♡ You feel neglected by Spock and just want him to tell you he cares about you The Cold Sea ♡ Your relationship with Spock began fairly happily and innocently but soon transformed into a non-communicative nightmare Tutor ♡ Your boyfriend Spock helping you study for a test

Loving You Was A Mistake ♡ retired ♡ Your relationship with Spock ends abruptly as he puts his species' needs in front of your relationship, this leads to a romance with another member of the Enterprise one two three

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Leonard 'Bones' McCoy

Nap At Bones' Apartment ♡ You're a bit drunk but, you're hanging out with Leonard and a sleeping Jim

Loving You Was A Mistake ♡ retired ♡ Your relationship with Spock ends abruptly as he puts his species' needs in front of your relationship, this leads to a romance with another member of the Enterprise one two three

The Transfer ♡ retired ♡ You and Bones used to date, but he left without explanation and you haven’t spoken in seven years. Now you’re the transfer nurse to the USS Enterprise which will reunite you and your lost lover one two

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nyota Uhura

One Last Time ♡ You and Nyota broke up a while ago but is it really over? Unwanted ♡ You're Spock's sister but your family has never seemed to like you. You come to York Town early to see your brother and meet a special someone

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tng update for "elementary dear data" spoilers it's fucking garbage:

this episode is going to make me enter my television to kill dr pulaski. as noted previously, her interrupting geordi and data in the bar just to dunk on data was FUCKING AWFUL enough already but the premise of this entire episode is that she thinks data is a machine and not alive and she's gonna laugh at him when/if he fails to meet her standards

and instead of picard SHUTTING ANY OF THIS DOWN...

look. i get it. beverly was kind of annoying and Womanly and so they wanted a tough love no-nonsense bones 2.0 whose gender didn't have a bearing on her character. and it doesn't! pulaski has not uttered a single word about female and only one time has a bad guy pointed out that she has boobs. however there are a few SHARP differences between this woman and leonard mccoy

firstly, when bones is racist to spock, he's doing it as part of the little game they play. evidence that it's a game is 1. spock always fires back and often draws blood himself and 2. when spock was faced with real bigotry kirk shut it down immediately. since he doesn't tell bones to cram it, one can assume he has either correctly intuited that they're both consenting to, uh, whatever they've got going on, or he had a talk with one or both of them and got the green light. on the other hand, this lady has given data shit on the bridge in front of EVERYONE and picard gave her only the most minor of corrections. data NEVER insults her back and doesn't even always defend himself.

secondly, bones's respect for spock has always been clear. before they became more at ease with one another it was a more professional respect for a fellow coworker and after it was respect for spock's abilities, but there was always respect. bones never doubts spock's ability to do his job unless spock is having an emotion, and even then, what he will tend to cast doubts on is spock's JUDGMENT IN THE MOMENT, not his overall ability based on who he is. bones would never, for example, suggest spock wasn't loyal (like that one ensign did before kirk tore him a new one, or like multiple people suggested in the menagerie) or that he was incapable ("best first officer in the fleet"). meanwhile, pulaski asked "does it even know how to do that" the first time she told data to use the magnifier.

finally, bones is Like That about everyone and everything. he does nothing but complain like his life depends on it. on the other hand, pulaski seems to be picking on data specifically, though to be fair i am only 3 episodes in

like, this is not fond antagonism. it's not even MUTUAL antagonism. she's just fucking being horrible to him as a cheap way to invoke the old/spock energy and it is simply not it

the tragic thing is that i liked BOTH of her characters in tos and i really like her as an actress, she's got a great delivery. and i would have loved a tough love no-nonsense doctor lady whose gender didn't matter re: her character, especially after beverly. i mean let a woman complain! but so far she's had no real complaints about anyone or anything except data!!!!! i want to like her SO BAD and i just can't because she's SO HORRIBLE.

anyway, the premise of this episode is stupid. absolutely let data engage in his special interests but the idea of a holodeck person canonically becoming sentient and then using the ships' computer to endanger the entire ship is ?????

once again, why do you have a holodeck on your ship. also, why are there CHILDREN with this kind of danger...

it also sucks that data IS making all these original cool deductions and That Bitch is not even here to see it. the absolute outrage i am experiencing...

ALSO LMAO. WHEN THEY CUT TO HER TALKING TO MORIARTY. the way she is like. sooo perfectly civil to and impressed by THIS computer simulation but my god get her in a room with data and she immediately starts shitting on him. I'LL KILL HER!!!

and then it's SO STUPID that data doesnt even get to "defeat" moriarty which was the whole point of DOING a godforsaken holodeck ep. picard has to go in to have HIS moment in DATA'S episode???

in fact the final scene is with...picard and geordi so he call tell geordi not to worry about the screwup? instead of data and pulaski talking? instead of data and ANYONE talking?? the whole point was "can data solve a mystery" AND THEN HE DID BUT NO ONE SAW IT. we never got to see pulaski go oops i was wrong! or no that doesn't count i'm still right! i will MURDER. whoever wrote this episode

anyway i fucking hated it. four more to go before we watch 2.08 together............

[ledenews]

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Sunrise on the Reaping | Suzanne Collins | Published 2025

As the day dawns on the fiftieth annual Hunger Games, fear grips the districts of Panem. This year, in honor of the Quarter Quell, twice as many tributes will be taken from their homes.

Back in District 12, Haymitch Abernathy is trying not to think too hard about his chances. All he cares about is making it through the day and being with the girl he loves.

When Haymitch's name is called, he can feel all his dreams break. He's torn from his family and his love, shuttled to the Capitol with the three other District 12 tributes: a young friend who's nearly a sister to him, a compulsive oddsmaker and the most stuck-up girl in town. As the Games begin, Haymitch understands he's been set up to fail. But there's something in him that wants to fight...and have that fight reverberate far beyond the deadly arena.

We are back in District 12, but instead of the future, we arrive in the past, back to the fiftieth year of the annual Hunger Games. Every 25 years, the Hunger Games host a special "event" for those in the Capitol, known as the Quarter Quell. And this year, each district must produce double their tributes: two boys and two girls between the ages of 12 and 18 to participate for the entertainment of the winning Capitol.

Haymitch Abernathy, who we were initially introduced to in the original Hunger Games book, is a spry 16-year-old, living in the Seam and trying to get by by helping his family: his mother and younger brother Sid, who will also stand up for the reaping when he turns 12. Desperate to get through another year without being called, Haymitch spends time with his girlfriend, a Covey girl named Lenore Dove.

Even worse, reaping day lands on Haymitch's birthday, thus he is forced to stand with the other boys in his age group and await word on whether they've been chosen for sure death or will survive another year. The girls' go first: a young 13 year old girl named Louelle McCoy and Maysilee Donner, the most stuck-up girl in town, leaving behind her twin sister Merrilee. Next up, the boys are called: oddsmaker Wyatt Callow, kin to the Banner Boys who are known to host gambling events throughout the district and Woodbine Chance. Breathing a sigh of relief, Haymitch is saved for another year.

That is until Woodbine attempts to run from the Peacekeepers, only to be shot to death right there in front of everyone. When Lenore Dove goes to help Woodbine's devastated mother, Haymitch also goes after his girlfriend in a desperate attempt to save him. Because of this decision, he becomes the 4th tribute for the 50th Hunger Games.

Understanding that his reaping what illegal, as his name hadn't been originally called and he was only pulled as punishment for both his and Lenore's decision, he accepts his fate with dignity. He joins the other tributes on the train headed for the Capitol. He and Louella quickly form an alliance due to their previous comraderie with each other; while Wyatt and Maysilee appear to become allies themselves, the others wishing not to have them join.

But, as they arrive in the "Capitol and see just how lowly District 12 is treated, due to their only having been one other victor from their district in the last 50 years, they are at the bottom of the totem pole. Deciding to put their own personal grievances with each other aside, District 12 forms alliances with several other Districts, including one of the "career" districts, these individuals known to train for the Games from the time of their birth forward.

As they go through the parade, something tragic happens, forcing their chariot to go awry. When Haymitch and Louella are thrown from the chariots, Louella hits the back of her head and dies before she even makes it to the arena. Devastated, Haymitch gathers her body in his arms and races for where President Snow awaits at the end of the parade, essentially telling the president that her death was his fault.

When they return to the apartments where they will be housed, they are introduced to their mentors: Mags, who won the Hunger Games when she was only 16 years old and Wiress, the previous years' winner, who outsmarted not only the other tributes but the arena as well, having never killed a single other person for the entirety of the time they were in the Games.

Haymitch is devastated by his friends' death and the others are sorry for what happened to her as well. When Plutarch Heavensbee, who was assigned to their District to gather media to use for the Games, invites Haymitch over, he is also introduced to President Snow. Having been poisoned due to bad food in his attempt to get rid of the master of ceremonies for the parade for what happened the day before, he is also reintroduced to Louella. While it isn't Louella, instead a young girl who had been ripped from her own District and forced to remain in the body of a girl that she isn't, in order to show that District 12 still has four tributes, Haymitch takes her back to the apartment.

Mags and Wiress figure out that she is from District 11 based off of her reaction to a piece of food being served at dinner, and the others are hesitant to call her by her name, so they instead decide to call her Lou Lou. Lou Lou has an ear piece in her ear giving her instructions, thus they understand that they cannot give her any pertinent or important information for fear of being overheard by the Capitol.

Before they go to the arena, Haymitch is introduced to Beetee, a technology expert who won his games several years before, his own son slated to appear in this years' games. With help of Beetee and Plutarch, Haymitch concocts a plan in order to thwart the arena this year, understanding that it is simply just a machine that the Capitol created and that a machine can be broken.

As they arrive in the arena, Haymitch gathers what he can as far as weapons and supplies and gets as far away from the Cornucopia as he can. On that first day, 18 tributes are killed, many of them from the districts that he and the others formed an alliance with. After only receiving a one during his one on one time with the Gamemakers, Haymitch ultimately decided to stay away from the others for fear of bringing further issues on them and giving them a fighting chance to survive to the end.

As the games go on, Haymitch and Beetee's son are successful in finding the giant water tank underneath the arena on a sublevel, though due to his defiance, the young ally is killed by squirrel like mutts created to attack just him, leaving him only a pile of bones. And they also lose Lou Lou, as well as Wyatt, who died protecting the young girl they know now is from District 11.

As the days go on, Haymitch is beaten to the brink, as the tributes around him continue to fall. He reunites with Maysilee, the two of them putting their differences aside to give either one of them a fighting chance to the end. Eventually, only a few people remain. Maysilee is unfortunately killed during a battle, and that leaves only Haymitch, and two female tributes. When he finds the other ally on his team, she is on the brink of death due to starvation. Desperate to save her, he attempts to do just that, just unfortunately, she is attacked by the only remaining female Career tribute.

Knowing this is or life or death, Haymitch remembers something that he discovered only the day before: at the edge of the arena, where he found the generator that keeps the arena running, if you throw something, an unknown force brings it back. Running to the edge to use this to his advantage, he throws the ax he had been using in the fight, for it to come flying back and hitting the remaining tribute in the head, making Haymith the victor from District 12.

When he is able to be up and moving, he goes through the motions with parties in the Capitol before he is able to return home. Once he does, he arrives to find his childhood on fire with his mother and brother still inside. Unable to save them, he goes to his new home in the Victor's Village to await Lenore Dove, who had been arrested while he was away and was set for trial. When she is released, the two of them reunite, though this is also shortlived. Gumdrops that Haymitch thought had been given to her by his brother during his time away, were actually given to her by President Snow, ultimately being poison and Lenore Dove dies.

For years, Haymitch drinks himself into oblivion, ridding himself of everyone and everything that he loved. That is until Katniss Everdeen arrives. The daughter of one of his closest friends, Burdock, she goes on to become a victor of the 74th Hunger Games, along with Peeta Mellark. Their defiance of the Capitol is what set off another war between the districts and the Capitol, leading to the end of the Hunger Games, something he promised Lenore Dove he would help secure, and he did. He kept his promise to her more than 20 years after her death.