#stop Kirk drift

[spirker]

The original babygirl 💖

[spirk-trek]

Organia Fanzine | Merle Decker, 1982

“We used to come here all the time when we were kids,” Jim told him, flopping down on his back on the grass, “because nobody ever bothered us.” Spock followed his lead more gingerly, making sure there were no nettles or honeybees beneath him before he allowed himself to sit.

Curiously, he examined the strange vegetation around them: white filigree Queen Anne’s lace, exotic milkweed pods bursting with silky down, thistles with their soft, shaggy indigo flowers. A yellow butterfly drifted by on effortless wings. For once, Jim knew the variety, he did not. 

Jim reached up and stroked his cheek fondly. “You never stop being a scientist, Spock.”

“The vegetation here is extremely rich,” he muttered, studying the drops of white fluid that seeped from a broken milkweed stem.

“I’ll bet you could spend a lifetime studying it.” Jim took his hand gently and lifted it from the grass to hold it in his own.

The cool, firm touch struck a chord of pleasure within him, and he looked at Jim, an eyebrow raised. “At least a lifetime.”

Jim squeezed his hand. “The hell with Starfleet, then. The hell with the Admiralty, the Lexington, the Outer Rim -- Let’s stay right here.”

Spock’s heart thudded ridiculously, so hard he had to turn his face away, afraid his expression would betray him. “It is warmer here than in San Francisco,” he said irrelevantly.

Jim nodded. “Almost as warm as Vulcan. But you’d have to hibernate in the winter.”

“Actually, I should prefer to stay awake,” Spock answered drily. 

Kirk pulled himself up by Spock’s hand and leaned toward him. “What would you do without your computers?” he asked lightly, trying to sound mock-teasing. But the undertone of sadness in his voice betrayed him.

Spock shook his head ruefully. “My computers. And your command.”

He had not meant to sound bitter, but Kirk’s eyes clouded over, and he was silent for several moments. Finally, he spoke. “I need you, too, you know.”

Spock nodded, looking down at his hand, still holding Kirk’s. “I know.”

“You’re probably going to tell me now that both needs are illogical.”

The words pricked a schoolboy memory somewhere deep in the recesses of Spock’s mind, and a corner of his mouth curved up infinitesimally.

“Why’re you smiling?” Kirk asked, puzzled. Spock looked at him quizzically. Only Jim would read that gesture as a smile.

“You have reminded me of a well-known problem…”

[mustainegf]

I NEED more Kirk smut on this app lol. Can you do a fic with 88 Kirk where he’s trying to talk to you and James about this new horror movie that came out but you’re distracted because he’s not wearing a shirt or something? Idk this might be so stupid lol

Mmmmm Kirk mmmmm

The guys had just wrapped up another successful show, and we were all relaxing At james’ Place.

Kirk was animatedly talking to James about this new horror movie that had just come out. Something called Child’s Play.

He had been dying to see it, and now that he had, he couldn’t stop raving about it. He was such a dork, but he was my cute dork.

His dark, curly hair was wild and untamed, falling into his eyes as he gestured passionately. But it wasn’t his hair that had my attention.

Kirk had stripped off his tank when we walked into the house, complaining about how hot it was. Now, he sat on the edge of the couch, his lean torso glistened slightly with a thin sheen of sweat. His light muscles flexed with every movement, and I found myself unable to look away.

I tried to focus on the conversation, but my eyes kept drifting back to Kirk. Every now and then, he would run a hand through his hair, the muscles in his arm tending. He was mesmerizing.

“Hey, you okay?” James’s voice broke through my haze, and I realized he was looking at me with a knowing smirk.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” I stammered, feeling my cheeks flush. I glanced at Kirk, and to my embarrassment, he had noticed too. He was grinning, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Seems like someone’s a little distracted,” he teased, his voice soft and affectionate.

I bit my lip, unable to deny it. “Maybe a little.”

Kirk chuckled, his laughter sending a buzz down my back.

He turned back to James, finishing his story about the movie, but I could see the way his eyes flickered back to me, his grin never fading.

When the conversation finally wrapped up, Kirk stood and stretched. “I think I’m gonna grab a drink,” he said casually. “Want to join me?”

I nodded, trying to keep my cool as I followed him. As soon as we were out of sight, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a small, dimly lit room.

Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine, hot and urgent.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he murmured against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to finish that conversation?”

I giggled, threading my fingers through his hair. “You weren’t exactly making it easy for me either.”

He smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. “Good.”

His hands were everywhere, tugging at my clothes, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

He pushed me against the wall, his body pressing into mine, and I gasped at the contact.

“Kirk,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes filled with passion. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice husky. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I smiled, my hands sliding down to undo his jeans. “I want you,” I whispered. “Now.”

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he helped me out of my clothes. Within moments, we were both naked, the heat between us almost unbearable.

His hands roamed my body, caressing and exploring, and I whimpered at his touch.

He kissed me again, his lips soft and demanding, and I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh.

I reached down, wrapping my hand around him, and he moaned into my mouth.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice strained. “James is gonna kill me.” He giggled.

I nodded, unable to speak as he lifted one of my legs, positioning himself at my entrance.

His cock stood in attention, already begging for me.

He was gentle, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly pushed inside me.

I gasped, my head falling back against the wall as he filled me, stretching me in ways that were both painful and delicious.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Yes,” I whispered. “Just… don’t stop.”

He smiled, his hands tightening on my hips as he began to move.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “So tight… so perfect.”

I moaned, my fingers digging into his skin. “Kirk… please…”

He understood, his pace quickening as he drove me closer to the edge.

His hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, whatever he could reach.

Kirk quickened his hips, breathing heavy as he smiled at me in the darkness. God he was too cute.

“Ahh, Kirk!” I yelped, a little louder than I should’ve. My whine earned a quick and gentle hand on my mouth, covering my noises.

The room began to fill with obscene wet sounds, and the raw smell of sex. I simply couldn’t get enough. How did I end up so lucky with him?

Kirk pulled his hand away from my lips, hushing me again as he kissed me. I buried my hands in his mess hair, pulling him to kiss me harder.

“Cum for me,” he whispered against my lips, his voice rough. “Baby, please.. Baby it’s so good...” he whined.

His words were all I needed to cum, and I cried out, my body trembling as the orgasm washed through me.

Kirk followed only moments later, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he buried himself deep inside me, his cum hot and sticky as he covered my insides.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, both of us breathless and shaking. He kissed me softly, his hands gentle as he caressed my skin.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine.

“I love you too, Kirk,” I replied, both of us giggling as we fell from our climaxes.

We cleaned up quickly, knowing we couldn’t stay hidden for too long. We dashed to dress ourselves and clean up the mess.

As we made our way back to the others, we couldn’t stop smiling, our secret making the night even more fun.

When we returned to the living room, James raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. “Everything okay?”

Kirk and I shared a look, both of us grinning. “Yeah,” Kirk said, his arm wrapping around my waist. “Everything’s perfect.”

[metallicaislife]

Embarrassment Leads to…

Requested by: @g0ne-ghosting

Genre: 18+ smut, minors dni

Word Count: 1,720

Warnings: Douchey Lars-- oral(f receiving), p in v sex

I’ve known Kirk a long time, we met in biology class. Neither of us wanted to dissect the frog so we were banished to another room to watch a video of a frog dissection. Once again, neither of us were too keen on watching it. He pulled a horror comic out of his backpack, I reached into my backpack to show him the exact same one I had. Funny, we both enjoy watching gore but the idea of dissecting a frog is too much. 

Our friendship blossomed from there. Nearly every day after school he was at my place or I was at his, watching movies, reading comics or listening to music. 

I don’t know when the shift took place, one day he was just Kirk, my best friend, and well he still is, but in my heart he is so much more. He’s kind, funny, talented, and super attractive. His curly hair, breathtaking brown eyes, crooked smile. Super fucking cliche, having a massive crush on my best friend, I can’t help it though. 

When he moved to San Francisco I was super bummed out and thought we’d drift apart because I can’t move up there yet. I was wrong though, we call each other often and correspond through letters. I’ve been up a couple times to visit and he has been back to LA to see me. 

I was able to get the weekend off of work so I took a bus up to San Francisco. I’m currently on the couch talking to Lars while the others are deep in their own conversation. 

“I mean I was a virgin when we started Metallica, but that problem has been well taken care of.” Lars smirked. I don’t know how we got to this topic, but here we are. 

“Problem?” I asked. 

“Yeah, I mean who in this day and age wants to be a virgin?” Lars asked incredulously. 

I had never really given much thought that still being a virgin was lame or a problem. Was I holding out hope that Kirk would see me in a different light and fuck my brains out? Absolutely, but I didn’t think it was silly that I was still a virgin. 

“I’m still a virgin.” I stated. Lars' eyes widened then he doubled over in laughter. 

“What’s so funny, Ulrich?” James’ asked, his attention being torn from his and the other’s conversation. 

“She’s still a virgin!” Lars wheezes out. 

Okay, when you announce it to everyone like that, then it becomes mortifying. My cheeks heated up and I bolted. I found the room I was staying in and slammed the door. I sat on the ground with my back against the bed, bringing my knees into my chest. I fought off the tears, it wasn’t worth crying over. I heard the knob turn and cursed myself for not thinking of locking the door. I looked up and Kirk entered, closing the door softly. He made his way over to me and sat beside me. 

“Are you okay?” He asked softly. 

“That was so embarrassing. I wasn’t embarrassed by the fact I’m a virgin, but he didn’t have to go announcing it like it was today’s hottest news.” I said. I couldn’t bear to look over at Kirk. 

“That was really rude of Lars, the other guys didn’t find it funny either. Both Cliff and James are really reaming into him right now.” Kirk said. 

“So you don’t think it’s funny or pathetic that I’m a virgin?” I ask, finally looking over. Kirk’s big brown eyes were already trained on me. 

“Not in the slightest.” He reassured me. 

The air was different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but as we stared at one another, it wasn’t as best friends. Now was one of those times I wished one of us would take the jump and explore the possibility of more.

“I may be reading this wrong, if I do anything that you don’t want, tell me to stop.” Kirk said softly. My brow furrowed, but I quickly caught on as he leaned in. My eyes fell closed as our lips met in an electric kiss. It was soft and slow, but I’d been kissed before, and it never felt like this. Kirk shifted so he could cup my face as he deepened the kiss. He nibbled my lower lip and I opened my mouth letting him slide his tongue. I let out a soft moan deep in my throat. Kirk pulled back and we stared at one another with wide eyes and swollen lips. 

“Keep going.” I offered softly as my chest heaved. 

Kirk stood up and held his hand out to me. I took it and he helped me up and then brought me into him as his lips met mine again. As we kissed his hand wandered up my shirt and squeezed my breast. I gasped. He pulled back enough to lift my shirt above my head. He took his shirt off too. 

“Take your pants off and lay down.” He said, then began removing his pants. I did as he asked, removing my bra as well and laid on the bed on my back. Kirk stood at the edge of the bed and stared at me for a few moments. My cheeks heated and I covered my breasts feeling so bare. Kirk grabbed my arms and moved them as he got on the bed over me. 

“Don’t hide.” He said and pinned my arms at my side as he dipped down licking around one of my nipples. I gasped, my back arching slightly at the feeling. I could feel Kirk smirk against me as he took the nipple in his mouth and sucked at it. He used one of his hands to squeeze the other, rolling my nipple in his fingers. He switched sides. With the arm that wasn’t still pinned, I let my hand run up and down his back, scratching softly when he nibbled. 

After he was pleased with his time there, he kissed down my body and looked up as he hovered over my clothed pussy. I nodded, giving him permission. He leaned down and kissed it before removing my panties. After throwing them to the floor, he kissed my pussy before licking from my entrance to my clit. I moaned, arching my back. Kirk continued lapping at my cunt as he shoved two fingers in my face. I took them in my mouth and sucked on them, swirling my tongue around the digits. When he deemed them wet enough he pulled them out with a lewd popping sound coming from my lips. 

Kirk pulled his face back enough to watch as he slid a finger in me. My chest heaved as I watched him. He pulled his hand back and found a slow pace, curling his finger. I moaned and he added the second finger. Once he saw I wasn’t uncomfortable with the sensation, he dived back in sucking my clit as his fingers curled and scissored my pussy preparing it for his cock.

It didn’t take long before the pleasure rushed through me and my pussy clenched around his fingers. Kirk continued through my high letting it drag on. He pulled back and took his fingers out of me, placing them in his mouth licking off my slick. 

Kirk stood and removed his boxers letting his erection free. He bent down and fished his wallet out of his jeans pocket, taking a condom out and tossing his wallet back to the floor. I watched as he opened the condom and rolled it over his cock. He crawled back over me and aligned himself with my entrance. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed me passionately. He slowly pushed in and a whine escaped my throat at the sensation. Kirk pulled his head back and peppered my face in kisses. 

“I know, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He said in between his kisses. I sighed softly as I dug my fingers into his shoulders. 

Kirk moved his hips slowly back and forth until he was fully sheathed in me. My grip was so tight on him I thought I was going to leave marks on his shoulders. 

“Let me know when I can move.” He said as he moved his head so he could kiss my neck. 

I closed my eyes and let my body adjust to having his cock in me. After a while, it didn’t hurt as much. 

“Okay, you can move.” I said. As I said that, Kirk rocked his hips back slowly and pushed back in. A groan left his lips. 

Kirk found a steady pace. He lifted his head again and our lips met in a sloppy kiss. He started moving his hips a little faster, adding some more force with his thrusts. He used one arm to brace himself so he wasn’t crushing me, as the other found its way to my clit and began rubbing me as he fucked me. My back arched and I moaned, breaking our kiss. Kirk kissed down the column of my throat. I came for the second time shortly after. He continued thrusting into me until he found his high as well. Kirk rested his head on my shoulder catching his breath before he pulled out and got up to take the condom off. 

I laid staring at the ceiling, in absolute disbelief that that had really happened. Kirk came back and laid next to me, he brought me into his embrace and ran his fingers up and down my back softly. 

“I didn’t do that just so you could rub it in Lars face, I really like you… I know we’re best friends but I’ve liked you for a long time.” Kirk rambled. I leaned up pressing my lips to his. 

“I like you too.” I said softly after pulling away from him. Kirk smiled at me and I smiled back, “I didn’t go along with it just to lose my virginity because I was embarrassed.” I said and rested my head on Kirk’s chest. 

“I’m glad.” Kirk said and gave me a squeeze. I giggled. 

I’m not sure where we go from here, but I know as long as I have Kirk by my side, I’ll be fine. 

Thank you for reading! :)

[toboldlygohome]

Pining

Leonard McCoy x Reader

Summary: Leonard has it bad for you and doesn't know what to do about it. All he knows is that this little crush is getting out of hand.

Character(s): Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James "Jim" Kirk, Spock, Nyota Uhura, Pavel Chekov,

Warning(s): Wounds, Cursing, Slight Angst (Don't worry, there's fluff at the end)

"Bones.... Bones.... Bones?...............Bones!"

Leonard snapped back to reality and returned his focus to the conversation he was having...well...supposed to be having.

"Seriously Bones, what's with you lately?" Jim raised an eyebrow.

"What are you going on about?" Bones scoffed.

"I've been trying to discuss this report with you and you're not even remotely paying attention to me."

"I'm paying attention!"

"Really? Cause it looked like you were staring at Lieutenant-Commander Y/L/N." Kirk crossed his arms.

"No I was not," Leonard frowned.

"Were too!"

"Was not!"

"Were t-" Jim was cut off by Uhura turning around in her seat.

"Boys, seriously. You bicker like an old married couple. Some of us actually have work to do." She scolded.

Leonard sighed and shook his head. "Look Jim, I was just spacing out. That's. All."

"Yeah, spacing out while your eyes are burning holes into Y/N's back. Sounds an awful lot like staring." Jim laughed

Leonard's eyes darted over to you as you patted Chekov on the back, said goodbye to him and Sulu, and made your way out of the bridge. When he turned back, he found three pairs of eyes watching him with amusement.

"Oh what now?" Leonard put his hand on his hips. "Seriously, do you all have nothing better to do with your time than speculate on where my attention's at?"

"There is no need to speculate doctor, you have your sights set on Lieutenant-Commander Y/L/N. It is perfectly natural, there is no need for you to feel ashamed," Spock said.

"I'm NOT ashamed! I'm a doctor, not some giddy little schoolboy with a crush," Leonard defended.

"Hey, no one ever said anything about a crush. We just said you have a staring problem," Jim laughed.

Leonard sputtered for some sort of comeback. Some way to deny any validity to the things they were saying. But the truth is that they caught him in a lie. He was staring. Bones had been watching as you talked animatedly to Chekov about an experiment you were doing in the botany labs. Leonard imagined it was him you were talking to, him you were laughing with. Just the thought of it made his stomach churn in a mixture of delight and grief.

"Aaaaand now we've lost him," Jim snickered, interrupting his thoughts again.

"Really doctor, it's not that big of a deal. We've all been in your predicament before...well... maybe not all of us." Uhura glanced at Kirk playfully, who shrugged in response. "Y/L/N is a great scientist, and an even greater friend-"

"Yes yes and very beautiful, with eyes like stars!" Chekov added, "Y/N has many admirers, you are not the only one."

"Chekov?" Bones asked

"Yes sir?"

"Stop talking."

"Yes sir." Chekov turned back to his screen.

"Look, Bones you don't have to admit it just yet. You have that whole brooding cowboy doctor thing going on, I get it! Just don't let it get in the way of your happiness," Jim reasoned.

"You are all delusional! Now are you all going to continue turning me into a spectacle, or can we get back to this mission report?" Leonard demanded.

"Whatever the doctor orders. Try to listen this time will ya?" Kirk teased.

~~~

Leonard was noticing it more and more. How his eyes searched for you every dinner, every meeting, in the hallways, even in the medbay. And once his eyes found you, they rarely strayed too far.

When you weren't around him, his thoughts always drifted back to you. How nice your hair looked, how fascinating your last report was, how enchanting your voice is, ...how soft your lips look. It was all getting out of hand. He was regularly staying later to finish paperwork because he was too lost in his own head.

Leonard was having one of those moments where his mind was far away, musing about you. He was so spaced out, he nearly didn't notice the tap on his shoulder.

When he turned around and saw you standing there smiling shyly at him, his heart nearly went up into his throat.

"Lieutenant-Commander, what can I do for you?" Leonard asked, finding a smile of his own.

"Can you take a look at my hand please?" You asked, holding one of your hands closed. Leonard noticed some red peeking from between your fingers.

"Oh boy, what did you do this time?" Bones asked as he led you to sit on one of the biobeds.

"You know those plants I picked up from Lainatha?" You asked

"The ones with the purple flowers that smell like a dead body?" He asked as he grabbed his kit.

"Mhm!"

"What about em?"

"They have VERY sharp leaves," You laughed.

Leonard shook his head and groaned, "Let me take a look."

You winced as you slowly opened your hand, revealing a cut that spanned the length of your palm.

Leonard lightly cradled the back of your hand as he inspected the minor wound. "Damn darlin' those leaves must be mighty sharp to nick you this deep." He murmured. "this plant ain't poisonous, right?"

"Not that I've found, doctor." You laughed. His ears welcomed the sound. He felt his cheeks warm as he admired you. When you laughed or smiled, it was contagious. Even to him.

"Leonard?" You asked gently, breaking from his daze once more.

"Sorry, just thinking that um... We're gonna want to keep an eye on this, just in case you have some unexpected reaction," He returned his focus to your hand. "I'm gonna clean this up, put some bandages on it and give you something to speed up the healing process," Bones explained.

He went straight to work on your palm, handling it as carefully as possible. Luckily it didn't need stitches. He bandaged it nice and tight before giving you a couple hypos to prevent pain and infection.

"I expect to see you here at least once a day, so I can see the progress and monitor for allergies or poison," Leonard instructed.

"Do you always worry this much?" You giggled.

"Only about my favorite patients," he said without thinking. Perhaps it was just a figment of his imagination, but he could have swore you were blushing. Impossible! You? Blush at him?

'In my dreams,' Bones thought.

"I promise I'll stop by," You said sweetly.

"You better. If I don't see you in here by the end of my shift tomorrow, I'm coming after you." He teased accusingly.

"I'm counting on it," You...did you just... wink at him? "Thanks for the help Bones, I'll see you tomorrow!" You lightly patted his shoulder with your uninjured hand and hurried back to your lab.

Leonard slumped in his seat and contemplated the mess of feelings he was experiencing. He wasn't sure if he was ready to love someone again. He wasn't even sure if he knew how to love anymore, but he was sure of one thing. You had him wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know it.

~~~

The next day, Leonard strove to keep his mind on work. When his thoughts drifted to you, he would immediately turn his attention to the task at hand. It worked for awhile, but toward the end of his shift he realized he had not seen you all day. You had promised to come in so he could take a look at your cut again, but of course you were nowhere to be seen.

Leonard asked around the medbay, but no one had seen you except for one nurse who claimed you were still in the botany lab. "That's just typical," Bones grumbled, grabbing his kit. "I'm always running around, gathering these officers like a cat chasing chickens."

The moment he stepped into the lab, he couldn't find it in his heart to be mad at you. You were totally engrossed in your work, testing the ph levels in some alien soil.

"How are the tests coming along, Lieutenant-Commander?" Leonard smirked.

You beamed at him, "wonderfully! I'm learning so many new things, it's crazy. I-" Your face fell. "Oh no! Forgot to meet with you! I'm so sorry Leonard," you hurriedly put down your soil container and made your way over to him.

"Yeah yeah you're so sorry, whatever. " He teased. "Get over here so I can see that hand."

The inspection went just fine. Your hand was healing nicely and there was no sign of infection or allergic reaction. He changed the bandages and gave you something for the pain.

"All finished. I still want to observe it, just to make sure it heals nicely... And wear gloves from now on! I don't want to have to keep chasing you around for injuries like this." Leonard quipped.

"Yes sir," you giggled, "I won't forget to come in next time."

"I'll believe it when I see it," he closed his medical bag.

"I mean it! i'm almost done testing all the samples, so I should have ample time for remembering... at least until we visit another unexplored planet." You shrugged playfully.

"Then you'll find some new plant to creatively injure yourself with. Razor sharp leaves... give me a break," Leonard ran his fingers through his hair.

"Oh! that reminds me, I have something to show you. Come on!" You nudged him with your leg and stood up, striding over to the 'plant nursery' as you so lovingly called it. Leonard grinned at your enthusiasm and followed.

"You're sure none of these are poisonous?" He asked

"We don't keep the poisonous ones here, silly."

"But you do have them?"

"What's your obsession with poisonous and allergy educing plants?"

"I wouldn't call it an obsession, a mild concern maybe," Leonard smirked.

"I'm not gonna poison you doctor, I want to show you this!" You proudly presented him with a somewhat unassuming plant. It had a black stem with thorns on it, as well as wide black leaves. On top was a bulb; the kind that usually holds flowers inside. He couldn't for the life of him understand what was so interesting about it, but he was sure he was about to find out if that dazzling smile on your face was any indication.

He loved when you ranted about your work. The joy in your voice was infectious, your ramblings were so passionate, and he always learned something new. He would listen to you talk all day if he could.

"What is it?" he raised an eyebrow at the plant and bit back a smile.

"Don't sound so unimpressed Len, this little guy is one of my favorite plants to date." You crossed your arms. "I found him during our exploration of Conate Ultima-A." Leonard nearly melted when you called the plant a 'little guy.'

"The planet orbiting the red dwarf star?" Leonard clarified.

"Mhm! he's black all over because black absorbs all available wavelengths of light. That's important for a plant feeding off such a dim star like Conate Ultima. He has these big leaves, you see." You lightly touched one of the leaves. "That's also for absorbing light. Not only that, but they've developed thorns to keep herbivores from eating them." You explained.

"Like Earth roses," Leonard smiled at the way your eyes lit up.

"Exactly like Earth roses!" You agreed, "They also have this really unique trait where if you pick the flower, it doesn't wilt. Instead, it sprouts roots at the bottom and you can transplant it!" You beamed "But that isn't even the best part."

"It isn't? Tell me darlin', what could possibly top that?" Bones asked.

"Technically, this is another defense mechanism, but..." You cradled the bulb in your hands. "When you caress the bulb like this," You delicately brushed the sides of the bulb with your thumbs. Slowly, the bulb opened to reveal the brightest yellow flower he had ever seen. It practically glowed against the black leaves. He had to agree with you, this was the best part."

"Wow..." Leonard tried it with another bulb. It slowly opened for him as well.

"I know, awesome right?" You lightly bumped his shoulder with yours.

"What do you call it?" Leonard inquired, pulling his hand away from the plant.

"Well, officially we call it Conate Rosaceae... but I've named this one Leonard." You looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes and he couldn't look away.

"You named it after me?" He asked.

"Yeah, it reminds me of you."

"How so?"

"Well, it's perfectly designed to find light in dark places." You chuckled, "no matter how many times you try to cut it down it just comes back bigger and stronger." You fiddled with your bandages sheepishly. "It has this intimidating exterior that most people try to avoid... but... on the inside, It's the brightest, most breathtaking flower. So bright, it stands out from all the others."

To say Leonard was flattered would be an understatement. He had received compliments before. On his work, his hands, maybe even his hair, but he couldn't recall the last time someone had told him something so meaningful. Bones didn't know what to say; he didn't even know what to do with his hands. This was ridiculous. He was a grown man for crying out loud! But here he was, nervous as a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.

He needed to say something, anything. A simple thank you didn't feel like enough. Nothing about him felt like enough after Jocelyn.

He swallowed.

You made him feel like enough.

"Y/N..." Leonard stepped closer. You looked up at him with those eyes again. Those eyes he loved to get lost in. Your gaze met his and it was like something clicked inside him. Your eyes flickered down just for a moment, but he caught it. His heart fluttered and his blood rushed to his face. It was now or never.

He leaned in.

You leaned in.

There were mere inches between you.

He could feel your breath on his lips.

"Lieutenant-Commander Y/L/N to the bridge," the intercom startled you both apart.

"Dammit Jim..." Leonard slid a hand over his flushed face and sighed, clearly displeased with his friend's interruption.

"The captain always has the most impeccable timing, doesn't he?" You smiled awkwardly, bouncing on your heels.

"That's one way to put it, yes" Bones frowned at ceiling. There was an awkward pause. He could sense your expectant gaze on him, but he could already feel his walls coming up again. The love would start off sweet, sure, but it wouldn't last. It never did. Leonard cared about you- no, that wasn't right, it was more than that. He couldn't bear it if this didn't work out.

Maybe this is for the best.

"Leonard?..." You said softly.

"It's okay Y/N. You'd better get up there, see what he wants," Leonard offered you a terse smile.

You nodded softly, "yes sir, I'll um.. I'll see you later." He didn't miss the disappointment in your eyes as you left.

He was disappointed too, but Leonard was used to disappointment.

~~~

Two weeks went by and Leonard seemed to be avoiding you. Your cut had healed, but another form of hurt took its place. Had you done something wrong? Pushed him away somehow? It made you sick to think that your almost-kiss had cost you a dear friend. You had tried to speak with him several times, but he always had somewhere else to be. He was busy immunizing security personnel for an upcoming mission. Your silly affair in the plant nursery was probably the last thing on his mind. Still, you felt incredibly lonely. You missed sharing meals with him, stopping in the hallway to chat with him. You missed his anecdotes about Georgia and his snide remarks about Jim's inability to stay out of trouble.

As much as it pained you to think this way, you wished you could take back what you said in the lab. You wished you had just kept it buried, then none of this would have happened. Leonard would have patched you up instead of Christine, and you wouldn't be left in this weird limbo between friends, lovers, and strangers.

"Lieutenant-Commander?" Spock interrupted your lamenting.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Commander, what can I do for you?" You forced a smile.

"I want to discuss your productivity. Can we speak in your office?" Spock asked.

"Of course, right this way." You led him to your office and shut the door behind you. You already had an idea of where this was going. You had been feeling anxious lately and your work was suffering because of it.

"Should we...have a seat?" You asked awkwardly.

"I do not believe that will be necessary, this will only take a moment." Spock pulled out his PADD. "Tell me, are you feeling well?"

You were a bit taken aback by the question. It wasn't often Spock inquired about your state of being. "I um... yeah, I feel fine. Why?" You lied.

"Your colleagues have informed me that you seem... fatigued during your experiments. I have also noticed your report was full of misspellings and grammatical mistakes, which is unusual for you. Additionally, you appeared distracted and dazed when I approached you just moments ago. Normally you greet me by the door." He slightly raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry Spock..." You sighed and sat on the edge of your desk, "I've just been feeling...uneasy I guess."

"Uneasy?" Spock inquired.

"Yeah, my anxiety has been really bothering me lately. I don't mean to worry you." You gave him a half smile.

"Have you spoken with the doctor?" Spock asked. Your stomach sank at the thought.

"I um... no, I haven't."

Spock studied you for a moment, scrutinizing you for any hints as to why you haven't sought medical assistance or counseling when both were readily available.

"I just...don't feel welcome there right now." You met Spock's gaze. A silent conversation passed through you.

"I see." Spock said and looked down at his PADD. "Well, Lieutenant-Commander Y/L/N, I was pleased with your research on the razor-leaf corpse flower. I have kept a watchful eye on your lab access logs and have determined you are due to have two cycles off."

You smiled. For real this time, "thank you Commander Spock. I will use them well"

"I trust that you will. Good day Y/N."

"Good day, Mr. Spock."

~~~

Leonard stared at his PADD in frustration. Everything had irritated him lately, even the blinking of the cursor on the screen. His irritation quickly turned into aggravation when Jim barged in unannounced.

"Bones! My good, good friend Bones!" Kirk shut the door behind him.

"What?" Leonard grunted.

"Yeesh, don't sound too excited to see me." Jim sat in the seat across from his desk.

"I'm busy, what do you want?" Bones refused to look at the captain. Maybe if he just didn't look at him, he would go away.

"Can't I just chat with a pal without wanting something from him?" Jim fiddled with a paperweight on the desk.

"Jim." Bones warned.

"You know doctor, it's very unprofessional to scare away patients, right?"

Defeated, Leonard looked up from his work. "What in god's name are you talking about?"

"Y/n" Jim crossed his arms and stared hard at him. Something about his expression put Leonard on edge.

"What about Y/N?" Bones narrowed his eyes at the captain.

"Spock just got done telling me that Y/N, and I quote, 'doesn't feel welcome here right now.' I wonder why that could be."

Leonard huffed and ran a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time that day. "Dammit..."

"What happened bones?" Jim leaned in.

"Nothing happened." Leonard snapped.

"Clearly something happened for you to be so-"

"Nothing happened... that's the problem," Bones clarified. Leonard didn't realize it was even possible to feel so terrible. He hadn't felt this bad since the divorce, but at least with the divorce he wasn't the only one at fault. Leonard had been childishly avoiding you, and now you didn't feel comfortable in the one place you should always feel safe to go. "I'm a goddamned coward, Jim."

There was a long pause between them. Leonard didn't need to tell him what happened for Jim to understand. "What did I tell you about not letting the brooding cowboy act get in the way of your happiness?" The captain teased.

"Not helping." Leonard rested his face in his hands.

"Right, sorry." Jim shifted awkwardly. Bones was grumpy at the best of times, but he always had this undertone of playfulness. He could scold you about missing an exam or tell you your plan is trash, but it would be wrapped up in southern metaphors and clever insults. This was different, this was real. "You...you really love them, huh?"

Leonard nodded.

"Something happened and... now you aren't sure how to take that next step." Jim said.

"Something like that... I thought I knew what I was doing, but now I'm not so sure. I thought some distance would make it clear to me, but I'm more lost than ever... I've made a terrible mistake Jim, one I don't know how to fix," Leonard peered into his coffee mug to avoid the captain's piercing blue eyes.

"Look Bones, clearly you and Y/N are miserable, so why don't you do the both of you a favor and talk to them. I'm sure Y/N will understand if you just...explain how you've been feeling," Jim attempted to reassure his friend.

"I don't exactly have the best track record on talking about feelings, Jim. I'm a doctor, not a psychiatrist." McCoy frowned.

"First time for everything," Jim reached over and patted Leonard's shoulder. "Go make it right. That's an order."

Leonard took a long drink of his coffee, "can't believe I'm taking dating advice from James T. Kirk"

"Like I said. First time for everything."

~~~

You had spent the entirety of your day off attempting to read, but you really weren't in the mood for much of anything except sleep. Nyota had stopped by earlier and you greatly enjoyed her company, but the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach hadn't gone away.

You just really wanted to talk to Leonard, apologize for misreading the situation. You handled the unrequited love for years and you'd do it for many more as long as you knew you could still be friends.

You heard a buzz at the door and contemplated ignoring it. It was way past normal visiting hours and you were trying to wind down. Perhaps it was something important. You answered the door, expecting Chekov, Nyota, or maybe even Spock. Instead, you were greeted by an extremely exhausted looking Bones.

"Oh, doctor I um, wasn't expecting you." You said, feeling your heart-rate skyrocket.

"Can I come in?" Leonard asked with that rough, gravely voice you had always loved so much.

"Of course," you stepped aside "Come on in..."

Leonard hesitated a moment before stepping inside. Your room was homey, full of furnishings that were so you, it made his insides churn with affection.

"Len, are you okay?" You asked softly from beside the door, afraid to get any closer.

Leonard watched you for a moment, trying to find the words to say, but one look at you and all of his practiced lines had disappeared for good. All he could say was, "I'm sorry darlin'..."

"You're...sorry?" You asked.

"I've been acting like a kid... I'm sorry I haven't been around. We should have talked about this as soon as it happened."

You sighed. You knew this would be coming sooner or later. You were glad he at least wanted to do it in private. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have come onto you like that... I scared you off and made things awkward for us both professionally, and as friends-"

"No, no, wait a minute. That's not." Leonard took a deep breath to organize his thoughts. "Y/N, you are so beautiful and smart and dedicated, and funny. You light up every room you walk into."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and wondered if this was a dream. Leonard stepped closer and gave you a hesitant smile. "I'm damaged goods sweetheart. You deserve more than I can give, but it's only been two weeks and I'm a goddamned wreck." Leonard's voice was strained as he poured his heart out to you. "I can deny it all I want, but-" His breath hitched when you placed your hand on his cheek. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the sharp poke of his stubble.

"Leonard, please..." You whispered, eyes pleading with him.

"Please what, darlin'?" He drawled, bringing his hands to your face. He noticed the heat of your blush in his fingertips, he could feel you quiver, eager for him to close the distance.

"Please, just-" His lips were on yours before you could even answer. Your mind was fuzzy. All you could think about was how soft his lips were, how perfectly they fit with yours. His smell was everywhere, it was intoxicating.

He was intoxicating.

He hummed as your fingernails scratched the base of his neck. Leonard pressed you against the wall, desperate for some way to bring you closer. He couldn't remember how to breathe, how to think. All he could do was press his body against yours.

You sighed blissfully against his lips. His hands on your waist were your only anchor to the real world. You clung to him, crumpling his uniform, but you hardly cared. You just wanted him to keep kissing you.

Leonard suddenly remembered to breathe and pulled back, only to press his forehead against yours. Your breathing was shaky and your legs felt weak. You caressed his cheeks once more and placed another soft kiss to his lips, which turned to two, then five.

At last, Leonard pulled you into his chest. He didn't want to let you go just yet. You didn't want to let him go either.

"Darlin'?" He whispered.

"Hm?" You replied, face buried into his neck.

"I love you," Leonard kissed your temple. Your heart leaped in your chest and you held him a little tighter.

"I love you too Len," you whispered softly. Leonard smiled against your cheek and placed another kiss there. "Oh, and just so you know..." You started.

Leonard pulled back to look at you curiously.

"If I ever hear you call yourself damaged goods again, I will kick your ass." You grinned at him.

"Message heard loud and clear Lieutenant-Commander," he chuckled and captured your lips in another searing kiss. Leonard's communicator chimed in his pocket, but he ignored it. There was no code red, the captain could wait. After all, they could have been together by now if it weren't for him. There was a lot of lost time to make up.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Kirk x reader about to get married (black album era) but he gets second thoughts a week before cause his previous marriage (to Rebecca) was a bust? So he cancels everything and then the reader finds out she’s devastated and she leaves him? But guys from Metallica talk some senses into him so he plans another ceremony??

Hope you like it❤

Bound in love

The week before our wedding should have been the happiest time of my life. Every detail was set: the flowers, the vows, even a special song Kirk had composed just for the ceremony. But then, just days before everything was meant to happen, something changed. At first, it was little things—he’d get this faraway look in his eyes, or he’d go quiet right in the middle of a conversation. I tried brushing it off as nerves, telling myself that it was natural to feel anxious before such a big commitment. But it wasn’t just nerves. I felt him pulling away, bit by bit, and it terrified me.

One evening, he finally pulled me aside, his expression somber, eyes avoiding mine. “I… I don’t think I can do this,” he whispered, voice barely a murmur. I blinked, feeling like the floor had just dropped out from under me.

“Kirk,” I said slowly, reaching for his hand, “what are you saying?”

He took a shaky breath, his gaze somewhere over my shoulder. “This… marriage. I thought I could handle it, thought I was ready. But I can’t shake this feeling that I’m making a mistake. My last marriage… it was such a mess. I promised myself I wouldn’t go through that again.”

My heart clenched, and I fought to keep my voice steady. “I’m not her, Kirk. I’m not Rebecca. We’re not them. We’ve been through so much together. You know I love you, and I thought… I thought you loved me too.”

He flinched at my words, but the silence that followed was enough to tell me that he was already drifting too far away. I couldn’t bear to look at him anymore. I grabbed my things and left, not wanting him to see how broken I felt. That night, I booked a ticket out of town and shut myself off from everything, ignoring texts and calls from mutual friends. I couldn’t face anyone, not with my heart in pieces.

For days, I wandered in a haze, barely eating, barely sleeping. I couldn’t believe that after everything we’d shared, he’d just thrown it all away. We’d had our ups and downs, sure, but I thought we’d make it. I thought we’d get our happily ever after.

Meanwhile, as I learned later, Kirk wasn’t handling things any better. The guys could see it right away; he showed up to rehearsal looking like a shell of himself. He was distracted, fingers fumbling over the frets, missing notes he’d played flawlessly a thousand times. Lars finally stopped the session, fixing him with a glare.

“Kirk, what the hell is going on with you, man? You’re a mess,” Lars said bluntly, crossing his arms.

Kirk sighed, dropping his guitar and rubbing his temples. “I called off the wedding,” he admitted, voice hollow. The words hit his friends hard, even if they tried to keep their expressions neutral.

James leaned forward, eyes searching his face. “Why? You were so happy about this just a week ago. You and her—anyone could see you’re meant for each other.”

Kirk swallowed, unable to meet their eyes. “I… I panicked. Rebecca and I… we thought we’d make it too, and that went up in flames. I just… didn’t want to put her through that if it wasn’t going to work.”

Lars sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Listen, man. Every one of us has messed up. But do you think backing out is going to make it easier on her? On you?” His voice softened, and Kirk could feel the weight of the words.

Jason chimed in too, his tone more gentle. “Kirk, you’ve been through a lot, but she’s not Rebecca, and you’re not the same person you were back then. You’re throwing away something real here. And let’s be real—do you really want to live without her?”

That question hit him hard. He thought of the life they’d planned, the dreams they’d shared, the little moments that had made everything feel so right. The truth was, he’d been terrified of repeating his past mistakes, but losing her was even more frightening. He realized then that he couldn’t just let her go.

So, with the help of the guys, Kirk spent the next few days planning something special. He poured himself into every detail, making sure this was something she’d never forget. He couldn’t undo the pain he’d caused, but he was determined to make it right.

A few days later, I got a letter from him. It was just a simple note, but my hands trembled as I read it. “Meet me at our spot tonight. I can’t let you go without trying.”

My heart ached reading those words, torn between hope and the fear of being hurt all over again. But, against my better judgment, I went. When I arrived at our spot—a quiet clearing lit with twinkling lights strung through the trees—I saw him standing there, nervously fidgeting with his hands, looking up the moment he saw me.

The setting took my breath away. There were flowers, delicate arrangements on every surface, a small, intimate setup for just us. It was like he’d planned an entire new ceremony, just for me.

He walked up, taking my hands in his, his touch warm and steady. “I was a fool,” he said softly, his voice trembling. “I was scared. I didn’t want to make the same mistakes, but walking away from you was the biggest mistake of all. I love you, and I don’t want to live a single day without you.”

I looked at him, feeling my walls start to crack. “Kirk, I was so ready to build a life with you. You broke my heart when you walked away like that.”

His eyes filled with regret as he tightened his grip on my hands. “I know. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for it if you’ll let me. I can’t promise we won’t have tough times, but I can promise I’ll be here. I won’t run again. I’m all in.”

In that moment, everything I’d been holding back—the pain, the love, the hope—all came rushing to the surface. I knew he was flawed, that we both were. But I also knew this was real, and it was worth the risk.

He pulled me close, resting his forehead against mine as he whispered, “Will you marry me, right here, right now?”

Tears filled my eyes as I whispered back, “Yes. Yes, a thousand times, yes.”

And as he kissed me under those lights, I felt like we’d finally found our beginning—the start of a life we were both ready to fight for.

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Note: Here have a little TOS Spirk ficlet!

Morning Routine

Kirk was already heading to the bridge, having skipped the mess to have a quick breakfast in his quarters, when he saw Spock marching toward him and wearing a smile so subtle anyone else would have missed it completely.

“Nope!" Jim raised his hands either in surrender or defense, he wasn’t sure which. “No, no absolutely not, Spock! Not today!”

Spock stopped short and tilted his head, all innocence. “Captain?”

“I know your game, mister.” Kirk wagged a finger at him as Spock approached. He backed up a few steps, relieved at least that the corridors were still empty this early. “I know what you’re about to do! You’re gonna say something that’s gonna have me blushing and riled up all day on the bridge and I won’t have it! Now you’ve done it twice this week already! Enough’s enough!”

“Captain.” Spock narrowed his eyes. “Jim. I do not know to what you refer?”

“I see.” Kirk leaned against the wall and Spock stepped in yet closer. There was still a whole hour to go before the beginning of their shifts and they were both more than happy to spend it like this. “I see how it is, Mr. Spock. One day we’re necking in your quarters and the next thing I know you’re calling me Jim during work hours-”

“Our shifts do not begin for fifty seven minutes-”

“Giving me your little bedroom eyes-”

“Sir, if one of us is guilty of so-called bedroom eyes, it is certainly you-”

“If things go on like this, soon we’ll be scandalizing poor Chekov right there on the bridge.”

“I am told Chekov won the wager regarding our inevitable coupling. I doubt he would have any serious objections.”

Kirk scowled, but his smile contradicted any ill feeling. “And now your jokes are even getting better. It’s alarming, Spock.”

“Captain, I do not want to cause any embarrassment or, as you have termed it, butterflies this morning. I was simply reading a fascinating Vulcan text after my mediation and I thought you might be interested to hear a recitation. It is verse from the poet T’Pola.” He blinked at Kirk, hands clasped behind his back, looking suspiciously agreeable.

Standing this close to Spock, Kirk was already experiencing the aforesaid “butterflies” and he cleared his throat, crossing his arms in front of him as if he might ward off the inconvenient thrill of Spock leaning in, batting his purple shaded eyes in some mysterious way that seemed utterly guileless. 

“Oh. Hmm.” Kirk nodded, his gaze drifting to Spock’s lips. “Vulcan poetry? Um, well.. Can’t be that saucy, I suppose. Sure. Go ahead. I’d like to hear it.”

Spock spoke in low and purring tones, close enough to kiss Jim’s ear: “T'nash-veh ashaya nam-tor wuh yel…au min-tor na' nash-veh.”

He leaned back and watched Kirk, who blushed scarlet, his mouth hanging open, his eyes blinking slowly. “Uh…ah. Hmm. And um…what…how does that…translate then?”

“My love is the sun,” Spock said softly. “He shines for me.”

“Ah…”

“I will see you on the bridge shortly then, Captain?”

“Mm. Mmhmm.”

Kirk watched Spock walk away which was almost as pleasant to him as watching him walk in his direction, just as Bones approached, looking vaguely concerned. “Jim? What’s the matter with you? You got a fever? You look like a summer tomato.”

“He did it again,” Jim sighed, shaking his head. “He goddamn did it again.”

[companionjones]

Lover/Awoken

Pairing: Spock x Reader

Fandom: Star Trek (Kelvin Timeline)

Summary: While saving the children of an alien species, you are injected with a toxin that causes immense pain. What will be Spock’s reaction to this?

Warnings: Pain, almost-death

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    “Just do it!”

    Scotty beamed you back, causing you to feel like you were hit by a starship.

    “--y would you do that?!” Bones had practically caught you when you showed up in the beam room. He was yelling at Kirk, as always. “You should never beam someone wen that kind of toxins been introduced to their system!”

    “S-Sp--” You tried to ask about your lover, but the words wouldn’t come out.

    Bones just nodded. He knew what you were trying to say. “Spock’s on his way. He just got back, too.”

    “I am right here, my love,” your partner suddenly appeared and knelt next to you. He took over from Bones in holding you.

    Your brow furrowed at the term of endearment. Then, with another stabbing pain, you realised you must’ve been worse off than you thought. “Spock, it...it hurts,” you gritted as you leaned into him.

    “I know, baby. It-It is going to be okay.”

    “Baby. Hmm. I must be dying,” you thought.

    Spock and Bones blurred as you drifted from consciousness.

***

    “Spock. I think they’re waking up.”

    There was the sound of frantic rustling as the world came back into focus. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was your half-Vulcan. A quick glance at and behind him revealed that he had probably been sleeping when Kirk told him of your waking.

    “How long have I been out?” you asked.

    Spock answered. “...Two days.”

    “I’ll give you two some privacy,” offered the captain.

    If you knew Spock, he would’ve forgotten to eat while waiting for you. It occurred to you that Kirk probably took care of Spock as much as he could while you were sleeping.

    “Jim,” you called after him, getting him to turn around. “Thank you,” you told him.

    Smiling, he nodded, “No problem,” and left.

    “Are the children of the species okay?” you immediately asked Spock.

    He nodded. He was sitting on the side of your bed, holding your hand and brushing his thumb over the back of it. “Yes. We were able to neutralise the toxin. There should be no more casualties.”

    You nodded in return, then pulled your hand from his to place it on your cheek. “You haven’t shaved.”

    A smile flashed across his face. “Yes. As I am sure you understand, I was indisposed. I could go now and--”

    “No, wait. I like it,” you stopped him to say.

    There was no mistaking the smirk on Spock’s lips then. “I missed you very much,” he stated simply.

    “And I you, S’chnn,” you replied with all the sincerity that you had. You took his face in your hands brought him close to you so you could kiss your lover for the first time since you had awoken, but certainly not the last time that day.

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[make-me-imagine]

Time to Kill

Request: Jim Kirk + “Cozy Autumn day watching Halloween films”

Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Gn!Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: None, just some cute autumn fluff.

Words: 632

You smiled with contentment as you finished laying the soft blankets on the bed. Lying down, you checked that the projection screen was set up just right before you dimmed the lights and turned on the fake fire nearby. The windows showed beautiful fall trees swaying in a light rainy breeze, and for a moment, you really did forget you were on Starship deep in space.

Halloween was approaching on Earth, and the whole ship buzzed with ideas of Halloween parties and costume contests. As you traveled to a distant area of space, you had time to kill, so the crew was allowed to do as they pleased.

Time to kill, also meant, the two of you could relax and have a cozy evening all to yourself. Something Jim was more than happy about.

Hearing a buzz at the door, you looked over to see it slide open, revealing Jim, clad in a cozy outfit, holding a tray brimmed with various foods and snacks.

You grinned as you locked eyes and you felt a warmth fill your chest as he walked over to the bed.

"Wow" He smiled as he looked around, noting all of the various changes you had made to give his suite the perfect autumn vibe.

"You like it?" You asked a bit uncertainly.

He smiled at you as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love it, its perfect."

You smiled in relief, before your eyes widened a bit, seeing all of the food he had brought. You recognized old Earth Halloween candy, as well as some of your favorite sweets. There were small cakes, chips and dip, and hot chocolate complete with mini marshmallows.

"And how did I do?" He asked with a smile.

You grinned up at him, "Perfect."

He clapped his hands, "So we ready then?"

You nodded happily as you gingerly moved the tray to the middle of the bed, allowing Jim to climb in next to you. He let out a relaxed sigh as he leaned back.

Looking over his shoulder he quirked his brow. "Where did you get all of these pillows?"

You grinned, "I'm a comfort hoarder, you know this."

He chuckled, "Right."

He reached out his arm as you settled in to lean against him, hot chocolate in hand.

Grabbing a PAD he started to flick through the various movies you had downloaded for the evening.

"Ooh, we have to watch this later." He smiled as he pointed at Beetlejuice.

You nodded, "Of course."

"Hmm, but first." He stopped on a movie in the list and your eyes widened. You had not downloaded that one.

Immediately you shook your head, "Absolutely not."

He scoffed, "Why not? IT's a classic!"

"I don't care if it's a classic, I hate it!"

"Oh come on, it's not that bad!"

"IT is that bad" you chuckled "I watched it as a kid and it gave me nightmares, and it made me hate clowns."

"If we aren't watching IT then we aren't watching Hocus Pocus."

You gasped as you sat up, setting down your hot chocolate before you spilled it. "Those movies are not comparable! And Hocus Pocus is so much better!"

He shook his head stubbornly and you pouted at him, your eyes glaring playfully. He glared back, but you saw his resolve failing as his eyes drifted to the pout on your lips.

He finally let out a sigh and rested his head back. "Fine, we can watch Hocus Pocus, BUT, we have to watch a different horror movie if we can't watch IT."

You thought for a moment before nodding "Okay, fine, but nothing with clowns!"

He chuckled, grabbing you and pulling you back into his chest. He pressed a kiss to your temple "Okay, nothing with clowns."

xx End xx

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warnings: drug usage, drinking to cope, first time(s), anal sex, sad sex

nsfw under the cut :)

Jason had drunk himself into a stupor. Both to forget the hazing from his bandmates and to numb the pain of being their punching bag, both metaphorically and physically.

That night’s show was a disaster in his eyes—his bass had mysteriously gone out during “My Friend of Misery”, preventing his beautiful bass solo from getting played. That, coupled with the fact that James and Lars nitpicked everything he did on stage after the show.

His eyes glazed over, slumped over on the couch as he thought. When he got drunk, he wasn’t boisterous like James, he wasn’t a gossiper like Lars or plain stupid like Kirk. He was quiet. Reserved. Lost in thought and sat to the side in thoughtful silence. 

Alone in his hotel room drinking a 6-pack all by himself, joint resting on an ashtray. Millions and millions of thoughts filled his head. Like a hot air balloon that threatened to burst, he quelled his thoughts with another puff of his joint. 

You could always rely on a good beer and joint combo to blank out any bad thoughts. 

He’s getting through the night already, he can’t tell what time it is but it sure as hell felt like forever. Jason had the windows open, the soft, cool wind blowing in, mixing with the smell of pot and the beer laden on his breath. 

When he’s finally unwinding, he’s coiled taut again by the sharp rapping against his foot. He places down his fourth beer of the night and stubs out his blunt, standing to open the door. 

And there stood the root sources of his own self-destructive act. 

“Can I help you guys?” He asked, slurring his words ever so slightly, door half-open. He knows he looks like a mess, his hair sticking up, eyes bloodshot and clearly zooted. The smell of weed drifts from his room into the hallway, and Jason’s eyes strain at the brightness in the hallway.

“Oh..uh…” started Lars. Jason tilted his head, waiting for whatever he had to say. “We were just wondering what you were doing since you left the afterparty so early.”

Jason shrugs. “Wasn’t in the mood.” James scoffs softly. “Obviously in the mood to drink and smoke by yourself.” In no mood to entertain them, he raised his eyebrows over half-lidded eyes. 

“Now you know what I was doing. G’night.” 

“Hey, wait—“

Before he can shut his door, a shoe blocks it in the last second. Jason holds back the urge to groan. “What?” He says annoyedly, opening the door a fraction to peek out. 

“Listen, you need to stop acting like a spoiled child. It isn’t our fault your bass went out.” James says defensively. Jason wants to roll his eyes. Wants to yell at him and say that it was, that he had planned it all, that he was the mastermind. But even in his inebriated state, he retained his sobriety and retained his temper.

“Uhuh.” Was all he had to say, rubbing one of his reddened eyes. “Jesus Christ…whatever, get mad at us. See if we care.” He saw James and Lars storm off in the other direction, no doubt speaking ill of him behind his back and planning their next “prank”. And as he moved to close his door, he was stopped again, but not by force this time.

“Wait.” 

He almost wanted to cry out in frustration. But he didn’t. He couldn’t be temperamental. He couldn’t. After all, he was supposed to be the calm one. 

Kirk stood outside his door—previously overshadowed by the two biggest egos in the hallway, Jason barely noticed his presence. But now it was the two of them. 

“..Yeah..?” Jason couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice. Kirk was always the most passive among the other three with his hazing, if one could even call it that. Sure, he participated in the beginning, but he got over his grief, and acknowledged Jason as another person with feelings. Not like he was a puppet built to destroy like James and Lars thought he was. 

“Can I come in? I just..I wanna talk.” Kirk stood in front of the gap in the door now, eyes locking with Jason’s. Against his better judgement, Jason opened the door. Kirk was let in, and Jason closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it. 

“I’m sorry about what happened…I didn’t know-“ “It’s fine. It’s not like you would’ve done anything like this. I think.” Kirk awkwardly shifted his weight from foot to foot. It hurt slightly to hear Jason speak like that.. “You can sit.”

Kirk flopped next to Jason, the two sitting and facing the open balcony window. The moonlight shone down with her smile, her crescent smile familiar to Jason after nights being alone and contemplating his decisions. 

“The guys don’t know what they’re doing. And I don’t take responsibility for their actions. But they’ll understand, not now, but maybe when they’re 40.” Kirk’s words are almost comforting. 

Almost. 

But it hurts. The reassurance of their realisation only when they’ve seen the world and what it’s for hurts. Why couldn’t they have their moment of clarity now? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to Jason. But nothing was ever fair since Cliff passed. 

“It’s okay.” He mumbled. Kirk rested his head against Jason’s shoulder. It’s an intimate gesture—it’s not playful like when they’re in interviews or posing in photos. It’s like Kirk sees him. Sees through him and sees him right to his core.

“I’m sorry. About what I did. And what I didn’t do to stop them.” Jason wants to laugh bitterly. He knows that Kirk won’t do anything to stop them, not now and not anytime soon. As much as he’d like to believe his words, they’re as real as the groupies he hears them bang every night. 

They sit in silence. Contemplating. As if they had the same thought: “Jason’s suffering.” They share the same mind, even if it’s for a split second. 

It’s the closeness of Kirk to him, the way his warmth spreads and seeps through his clothes onto the cold husk of himself. He wants to believe those little white lies. He wants to believe that this would all stop. But how can one fool themself so easily? 

Kirk lifts his head and looks up at Jason. Jason looks back down at him. All this thinking and sitting in silence sobers him up further. Having deep thoughts drunk and high was fun, till it was with someone else. He always needed to retain control, before he let anything he didn’t mean to say aloud slip out. 

And when their gazes lock, the warmth in the eyes of Kirk’s enveloping the stony greyish blue in Jason’s, he wants to melt. Kirk looks at him with such tenderness. One unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. 

And before he can pull away his gaze, Kirk leans upwards, a hand caressing Jason’s jaw tenderly as his lips meet Kirk’s. Nothing properly registers in the younger man’s mind till Kirk slips a hand through his mussed curls, eyes closed. Once again, the loving action foreign, but not…unwelcome? 

Jason accept the gesture, albeit tentatively. What if Lars and James set him up to this? But it couldn’t be, that moment was too real and too raw to be a prank. You could fake depth but you couldn’t fake sincerity. 

And Kirk kissed him with all the sincerity of a long-lost lover finding his other half. 

Jason’s on his back now, hair sprawled out like an auburn halo, and Kirk thinks that he must be God’s favourite angel. 

So Kirk takes off each article of clothing all gentle and all tender, like he would shatter Jason if he were too rough. And as much as he hated being treated like a fragile little thing, it wasn’t derogatory with Kirk. It was all worshipful and admiration. 

Kirk maps out the plane expanses of Jason’s body with his hands, tracing each beauty mark and contour with his hands. Kirk was never like this with Lars, who liked it all teeth and friction and crazed lovemaking. It was a nice change of pace from the Dane. 

When Kirk’s hands slip lower and lower, Jason, always a loud presence on stage, let out a soft whine. Jason, who was all growls and guttural vocals, let himself a moment of vulnerability with Kirk. Fondling him now, the auburn man is all breathy gasps and pathetic little whines. It eggs Kirk on, and Jason mewls while bucking up into his hand. 

His hand moves faster, and they kiss again, as tender and loving as the first. Jason grants him that, that small sliver of his true side, and Kirk savours it like a drug. Jason gasps and writhes and moans Kirk’s name, and he drinks it all in. With Lars, he was the one getting boned six days from Sunday, but now he got to give Jason what he always wanted to receive. 

When Jason’s spend coats his hand, the man moans so sweetly. It’s oh so damn intimate and genuine, and it’s not pornstar-eqsue and fake like with groupies. It’s not like the animalistic growls with Lars. Sugar to his ears, icing of sin dripping off an angelcake. 

He strips himself down to match Jason, and he glanced up for permission. To take him. To have him. To show him how much he cared and adored him. Jason sat up. 

“I’ve never done this before—been with a guy, I mean.” The hesitation is clear, but Kirk gives him a reassuring smile. “I’ll make it good. You just have to trust me.” Trust Jason does, settling into his back. Kirk finds the lube easily, abandoned and barely used. Jason could find girls easily, but what wasn’t easy was letting them in during this dark period of time. 

Jason trusts him, and that’s all he needs before he’s got his fingers slicked up and has Jason’s legs spread. 

“Deep breaths, okay? It’s gonna feel weird, tell me if I need to stop.” One lubed fingers pushes past the tight ring of muscle, and Jason groans. It’s not uncomfortable or painful, but it’s a unique sensation. Kirk thrusts this finger in and out gently, and Jason lets himself be pliant. 

“I’m gonna add another, is that okay?” Kirk caressed the side of Jason’s face, his middle finger ready. Jason nodded, and in slipped the second. There was a slight stretch that had Jason squirming, not exactly unwelcome, though. It felt unique and almost good—but it all changed when Kirk crooked the ends of his fingers by a few degrees, brushing past a spot that made him see stars. 

“Fuck—“, he choked on a moan and his body curved upward. Kirk stilled, concern welling in his eyes. “What..what was that?” “That was your g-spot. Let me find that again , and you’ll know why it’s called that.”

When Kirk crooks his fingers further, his knuckles rub against the rubbery ball of nerves that set Jason’s loins aflame. He keens, toes curling as he grips the sheets. Kirk smiles and continues his assault on that spot, stars sparkling behind his eyelids. “How does that feel?”

“Kirk—that’s..oh, fuck-!” Jason moans, the familiar pressure building in his belly, and he’s sure he might come just from that. It’s all so overwhelmingly good that his mind spins, already muddled from the beers. Kirk set a steady rhythm, curling and scissoring his fingers in a way that had Jason keening. 

“Good?” The older man asks. It felt good to make Jason feel good, the bassist recently seemed to be down in the dumps after shows, no matter how high-energy he was on stage. “So good—“ he choked out, eyes squeezed shut as breathy moans escaped his parted lips. Precome pearled at his tip, dripping down the underside of his cock.

When Kirk retracts his fingers, he whines at the loss. “Why..” he asks, question left unspoken but understood. “I want you to come on my cock.” Flushing at the obscene words, Jason’s pale face went pink in a matter of seconds. How cute, Kirk thought. 

Squeezing a generous amount of lube, he slicked up his length, his clean hand pushing the hair out of Jason’s face. “You’re gorgeous, Jase.” He complimented, and Jason scoffs in embarrassment. 

Kirk lines himself up with Jason’s hole, and looks up at him for confirmation. The younger man nods, biting his lip. Kirk’s cock prods at him, before the head slips in. He lets Jason adjust, watching with care. 

Jason bites down a cry, Kirk softly rocking his hips and working Jason open further. It felt like he was being torn into two, unused to the stretch that came with having a dick up his ass. “Oh, fuuuck—“

Kirk’s hips stuttered as he felt the flutter of Jason’s hole around his dick, and it had Kirk gripping Jason’s hips tightly. Jason looked his hottest like this, back bowed in ecstasy and his ass stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey with Kirk’s dick. The elder carefully draped himself over Jason and tilted up his chin gently, leaning in against his chest and tilting his head so that he could look into his eyes. 

As he fucked him slow and gentle, they kept eye contact, Kirk analysing every expression Jason made. His face scrunched up, brow glistening with sweat.

Kirk was hitting Jason’s sweet spot dead in with each smartly calculated roll of his hips. Jason’s prostate felt raw, and it was all so much, it took everything not to come right then and there. Kirk gave him a particularly well-angled thrust, cock hitting Jason’s prostate like a bullseye. Kirk moans at his sheer tightness, gripping his thighs tight.

Kirk’s dick rubbed against it deliciously as he withdrew, only to slam in and nail it again, right on the dot. It made Jason arch his back into a taut bow against Kirk as the sparks lit up every nerve ending like lightning.

It was never-ending pleasure, and Jason didn’t even notice his orgasm, taking him by surprise when he spilled onto his chest. Kirk didn’t stop, still gently fucking into him and chasing his own pleasure now that Jason was satiated. With the younger man clenching around him like a vice, it was hard to continue past a few thrusts before he fills Jason, insides all warm and gooey. 

They lay there for a while, their panting filling the room. Their bodies are warm against the cool midnight air—it’s so serene and feels unreal. Everything blurs together. Their bodies and their passion and their shared intimacy under the gaze of the moon. 

Tender and soft, Jason’s curled against Kirk’s chest with his body painted with his and Kirk’s come, but he doesn’t mind. Kirk has an arm draped across his waist, breathing in the faint pot smell from Jason’s hair. 

Jason knows that Kirk’ll be gone in the morning, back in Lars’ bed like this encounter never happened. He was bound to Lars, and to leave him for Jason was unforgivable. This little affair was meant to be forgotten in the morning. To never be spoken of again, despite their passions for one another.

Kirk and Jason. Jason and Kirk. In another world they’d be inseparable. In another world, they’d be lovers. In another world, they wouldn’t have met the way they had. But God hates Jason, that’s why he makes him suffer. 

The one who suffers through it all, is God’s most beautiful angel. He is beautiful and he is pained, bound to fall far from God’s grace when the time comes. Bound to slip through Kirk’s fingers soon. 

So they’d let themselves have this. This tiny sliver of heaven a sanctuary to them, they, who are not granted it.

[orions-choker]

+:★:+* Chapter Eight: The Thing That Should Not Be +:★:+*

Pencil to paper, a satisfying scratching at the parchment that tickled the inner parts of Y/N’s brain. Her fingertips stained black from the smudging of charcoal, swiped along her cheek from where she had haphazardly rubbed at her face. Across the page were different concepts, grotesque demons, decaying corpses, rotting flesh. This was completely her element, her passion for all things disgusting and terrifying.

“For us?” Jason asked from above her, finger pointing towards a particular drawing on the page. Her eyes drifted upwards shyly and nodded slowly. “It’s uh, pretty sick.” He sat down beside her on the floor, crossing his legs out in front of him. “You don’t design all our shirts do you?”

Y/N’s hand paused its movement on the paper, twiddling the splintering wood of the pencil between her fingers. “No, Pushead does most of the art for the boys.” She explained. Her thumb flipped absentmindedly through the pages. “James knows I cant handle that kind of pressure all the time so it's just kind of a… ‘if you design something we will put it on a shirt’”

She stopped on a page, full of life studies. It was mostly the boys lounging around, vague gestures of their forms across the page. The most detailed were those of Kirk and Jason. “Huh, I think you made me look too pretty.” Jason joked, grinning at her lopsidedly. “Kirk looks about right.”

It was a sketch she had worked on while they were on stage, a little hard to get the features down right when they were running around like mad men but Y/N liked to think she did them justice. “Nah, you look right.” She smiled, holding the book up to the side of his face to compare. “I draw em’ as I see em’”. Closing the book she tucked it back into her bag. Her hands rubbing against her jeans to remove the charcoal staining.

“My bad, I won't question your artist integrity again.” He raised his hands defensively. He reached out gently, rubbing away at the mark across her face. “You look like you were playing in a pile of soot.” He laughed at the way her face scrunched up. She swatted his hands away with a smile.

Another body sat beside them, forming a small circle. Y/N didn’t need to look to see who it was. “Dude, stop harassing her!” Kirk’s voice resonated from beside her. He was smiling widely, that was more common lately. He leaned forward to punch Jason in the shoulder. “Why the fuck are we sitting on the floor by the way?”

Y/N giggled leaning back against her elbows. “Well I was sitting on the floor because it's more comfy to draw, I don’t know why you two idiots joined me.” Her eyes trailed across the boys across from her. She liked this, the little trio they had formed. It was different. With a sigh she looked at the clock, James hadn’t made it back home yet from another night of binge drinking, he was supposed to drive her to the salon soon. “One of you boys want to drive me to my hair appointment?”

Kirk raised an eyebrow, pulling an odd face. “Hair appointment.” His fingers reached out to tug at some loose strands of her hair from where it fell from her ponytail. “I thought you liked this wild untamed barbarian look you had going on.” His teasing had certainly become meaner.

His body was shoved over harshly. “You wanna see barbarian, I’ll show you barbarian.” She growled at him as he cackled. Crossing her arms over her chest she turned to Jason with pleading eyes. “Please.” She sang to him sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

“For the record, I think it's more like you have some witchy woman vibes.” Jason smiled at her, pulling himself off the ground before reaching his hand out towards her. “Yeah I’ll take you since your sorry excuse for a best friend won’t” He kicked Kirk lightly for emphasis, only earning them another laugh.

Y/N stuck her tongue out at Kirk from where he lay on the floor, staring up at the two of them with warm eyes, his curly hair a mess sprawled out along the carpet. “You’re my favorite now.” She took Jason’s hand as she got to her feet.

For a moment the room was warm, energy crackling around the three of them as they shared goofy smiles, laughter dying comfortably on their lips. “See you guys soon.” Kirk promised the two of them as they left.

Home had changed, with the new success of the band there was no reason for all of them to stay living in one small cramped house together. They had gone their separate ways as much as it pained Y/N to no longer share walls with her best friends. She moved in with James but it didn’t stop the boys from inviting themselves over whenever they liked. It was comforting to know some things stayed the same.

“You know, I’ve never seen you with short hair.” Jason commented as he turned the keys in the ignition. The car revved to life with a pleasant hum. He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Why the sudden change?”

Y/N twirled the strands of her blonde hair between her fingers. “I used to have it short all the time, pretty much around the ride the lightning tour I just didn’t have time to cut it anymore.” She smiled as she pulled it back, mimicking the cut. “I looked really hot, like Debbie Harry from Blondie.” She giggled.

The city passed them by in a swirl of muted colors, distorted in the hot afternoon haze. It had been awhile since Y/N was actually out before the sun set, she felt like a vampire lately. “Don’t make that comparison.” Jason scoffed. He could see the offended look she gave him. “You’re prettier than that” He clarified quickly, smiling at her visible relief.

“Good save dude.” Y/N leant her head against the window, her hands coming to rest in her lap. She picked at the skin around her nails absentmindedly. Jason looked concentrated on driving, the city traffic in the middle of the day was aggravating. Lately she couldn’t stop staring at him, his smile, the silly little faces he made towards her when he caught her looking. It was annoying the way Jason consumed her lately.

Instead of replacing her thoughts of Kirk, Jason had carved out his own place in her heart. She felt like she was drowning most days, she hardly liked pining over one annoying curly haired boy now there were two. “Do you not think you’ll like my haircut?” She asked hesitantly. It had never occurred to her to consider what someone else might think.

Jason raised an eyebrow as he pulled into the crowded parking lot of the mall. “Does it matter what I think Y/N?” He asked softly. She looked at him wide eyed, shaking her head slowly. He didn’t turn the car off as he put it in park.

“Well no, I was just curious.” She fumbled over her words, fingers slipping against the seat belt buckle as she attempted to free herself from the sudden awkward tension. “I wouldn’t be able to cancel the appointment now even if you said no.” She chuckled nervously.

The buckle clicked open as Jason sideways to undo it for her. “I’m not stepping foot in a mall, I’ll be back for you in like an hour.” He ruffled her hair as she stepped out of the car. “For the record I think you would be pretty even if you were bald.” he joked as Y/N slammed the passenger side door, shooting him an annoyed glance before jogging off to the front doors.

Shopping malls stood for everything she stood against, a powerhouse of capitalism and consumerism, not to mention the assault on her senses. Ugly muted browns and beige colors accented by bright blue neon signs, the top 100 pop hits playing on loop over the loudspeakers. However nothing beats an overpriced mall pretzel or slice of greasy pizza.

However this was not a mission for overpriced food court meals. Quickly she beelined for the only salon in the mall she was familiar with. Checking in with the preoccupied teenager at the counter was nothing short of painful. Y/N found herself wondering if she had been quite as obnoxious.

For all the complaining she did, it was really nice to be pampered again. A head massage and the sudden feeling of weightlessness as the heavy hair was chopped away to her shoulders. As she ran her hands through the choppy layers landing just above her shoulders, she thought she couldn’t wait to show it off to the boys.

Like an excited child she sprinted to Jason’s car, waving wildly. It felt freeing, it felt like her old self, just a little bit. “Woah!” Was his immediate response, his grin ever so slightly lopsided.

“You like it?” She asked excitedly as she barreled into the car, leaning over the center console into his personal space. She grabbed one of his hands, placing it on her head so he could feel the soft slightly feathered texture. Her eyes twinkled as she waited for his response.

His touch was gentle as he ran his fingers through it. “It's just like seeing you for the first time.” He said fondly. Y/N’s skin flushed a rosy color as she sat back in her seat, pupils wide as her brain stuttered, trying to comprehend the compliment.

There was something different about it. Not like the way he usually called her cute, an offhand comment that she could sweep under the rug with a wave of her hand. They all called her cute, like it was an obligation for her friends to do so.

“Thanks.” Her voice coming out strangled as her finger picked nervously at the fabric of her shirt. “Did you go back to mine? Is Kirk still there? I'd like to show him too.” She gained the courage to ask again as they drove. She wasn't oblivious to the way Jason’s jaw tensed.

He shook his head, his tone a little more curt than usual. “No he left for a bit.” The silence that filled the air seemed thick with tension that Y/N couldn’t figure out a cause for. “He will probably swing by again later tonight.” His fingers thrummed against the leather of the steering wheel.

Y/N shrugged a little, watching as her driveway pulled into view, James’s truck still not there. “Oh okay, maybe we can all watch a movie again tonight!” She tried to lighten the mood as she stepped out of the car onto the pavement, Jason following her close behind. “I have The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Two on tape!” She informed him excitedly as they entered the house.

She watched as he strode over to the couch, laying his entire body across it with a soft grunt. “Yeah whatever you want.” He sighed softly, a lazy smile playing at his lips as Y/N moved to the couch as well, lifting his legs up so she could sit down before allowing them to fall on top of her lap. “Doesn’t help us now though.”

“Hmm, we could watch it without Kirk but he might kill us for that.” She hummed thoughtfully, sinking further into the cushions. “Did he say where he was going anyways? I wonder how long we have to wait.”

Jason’s eyes wouldn’t meet hers, the look on his face unfamiliar to her. Somewhere between a mixture of disappointment and anger, but she never truly saw Jason get angry at anything really. She placed a hand on his knee to gain his attention, raising her eyebrow in confusion. After another moment of silence he responded “He said he had a date tonight.”

There it was, that numb feeling that creeped across her skin, the warmth of the room dimming. She understood now why Jason was hesitant to tell her. “Ah,” She choked out. The hand she had placed on Jason’s knee clenched, the fabric of his jeans wrinkled under her touch. Jason nodded at her slowly. “That…sucks.”

“It does.” Jason agreed, a faraway look in his glassy eyes. It didn’t look like sympathy, more like pity. “He really knows how to dig the knife in deeper with us sometimes.” The laugh that followed was strained and rough.

Word’s didn’t seem to properly form on her tongue. She was of course privy to Kirk’s activities, she just did her best to shield herself from them, keeping the illusion real was easier said than done. “Want a hug Jase?” She asked finally. In part because she knew he needed it more, but she wanted the comfort as well.

Jason didn’t have to make his feelings public for her to know. She knew the longing in his eyes because hers was the same. It was a silent understanding they had come to, in some ways she thought it made them stronger friends. In love with the same boy who was so out of reach, neither could have him. She thought maybe it hurt her just a bit less because she had one more distraction.

The couch creaked beneath the shifting of their weight as Jason pulled Y/N against his chest wordlessly. She settled there with her own hands coming to wrap around him softly. “Ever think it's our own fault for never saying anything?” She laughed pitifully, fingers tracing soothing patterns against his back.

“Probably, I would never say anything anyways, wouldn’t be fair to you.” Jason confessed.

“Me neither.”

The gentle ticking of the clock on the wall was the only tell that time had passed as they sat there. Their bodies relaxed slowly, the embrace shifting into something more akin to a half hug. Supporting each other's weight and emotions all the same. “We’re pathetic, let's just watch the damn movie.” Y/N sighed with a sad smile.

Jason nodded, releasing his hold on her. “I’ll grab some drinks if you put it on.” He offered both of them moving to get off the couch. Y/N agreed with a smile, shuffling down in front of the T.V to rustle through her tape collection. The T.V roared to life with the previews, a slight static sound to the audio.

She grabbed her beer from Jason’s hand as he returned. There was an understanding between them as they settled into each other once more, his arm slung around her shoulders pulling her close as she hooked a leg over his. The alcohol did nothing to soothe the confusing ache in her stomach.

It was like rotting from the inside yearning for Kirk, and then having that rot plucked from within her by Jasons caring hands. An endless cycle of hurt and healing.She wondered if Jason felt similar. She looked up at him, the light from the T.V casting shadows across his face.

His eyes drifted down to hers, the moment came to a standstill. Y/N’s chest tightened and a sudden shifting in her stomach had her feeling nervous. “Jase?” She asked softly, watching the way his gaze drifted down to her parted lips. He dipped his head down slowly, sharing her air as he closed the gap between them.

Y/N’s skin ignited in red hot flames, traveling from the tips of her toes up to where their lips met. The kiss was soft, experimental. Her fingertips grazed his cheek as she leaned further into it, reciprocating with a soft barely there pressure.

As quickly as it happened it was gone. Jason pulled back slowly, pupils blown as he searched Y/N’s face for any signs of refusal. The silence in the room aside from the movie begged for her to say something first.

“Why?” was the only question she could think of. Her hand was still placed against his face tenderly. “Not in a bad way, just confused.” Her voice barely above a whisper.

Jason blinked, lips pursing. “Why wouldn’t I?” He asked as if the answer was the most obvious thing. His arm around her shoulders had tensed, holding her to him as if he was afraid she would float away. There was a shakiness in his voice, fear.

“I thought, you… Kirk?” Too afraid to say the full extent of what she had been thinking she frowned at him. Her hand dropped from his cheek to his shoulder. Her body shifted, turning toward him fully so she could better see him. Y/N could see it now, the way his leg bounced slightly, his eyes shifting nervously across her face. “It's okay Jase.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, his leg stilling its erratic movements. “Yeah, Kirk.” He nodded. “Also you.” He confessed slowly. The clock ticked, and something in her brain clicked. Of course it was her too. The realization should have been a happy one but there was a hesitation in her smile.

Y/N repeated it back to him “Also you.” Something in her stomach twisted, saying it out loud. Like somehow this was a betrayal to her younger self. The one hopelessly in love with the boy with the dark curly hair, the one who thought he hung the stars and moon for her.

But here this boy was in front of her. Jason tried to know her, he didn’t stop trying until he did. He picked up her pieces at her lowest, listened to her late night melancholy ramblings. He was the sun that brought warmth back to her cold body. How could she betray herself in two ways to feel like this.

“I'm confused.” She admitted honestly.

Jason nodded, his smile as warm and ever. “Yeah me too, let's figure it out together?” His hand came to hold her own. With his touch the guilt and shame melting away.

[affixjoy]

Star Trek Into Darkness was the movie of today, and it continued the new trek tradition of being not nearly as good as the originals 💀💀

Look, it’s still fun to watch! In my post about arguing with my husband about Kirk Drift this is the movie that led to our infamous dispute over whether Star Trek or Star Wars is the better franchise. So clearly I liked it a lot then, and there’s still plenty to like about it now.

But!!! Now I’ve watched all of TOS and the six og cast movies, so I know how good this story and these characters can be. And it can be so much better than this.

Some thoughts and gifs

💫 I love Kirk and Uhura bitching about Spock. They’re definitely the two people closest to him on this ship, and they’re going to have big feelings about the way he acts.

💫 The Kirk Drift was still an issue here, wasn’t it? I’ve read plenty of fic where Jim sleeping around in this time period works well, but I didn’t like the way he tried to stop and flirt with the random women at Starfleet, or with Carol Marcus. If he’s going to be a slut he needs to be sweet about it, not creepy.

💫And speaking of Carol Marcus… she was fine. I get why they included her, but she doesn’t quite work here for me. It’s the same thing as the 2009 movie where they want to reference all the history and weight of the characters but because they’re so young it just isn’t the same. Carol worked so well for me in WoK because she and Kirk shared an emotional history and David. Here she’s just a random crew member he flirts with until the reveal that she’s an admiral’s daughter. She’s fine.

💫 Chris Pine tried to do the heart eyes at Spock a few times and I am 100% here for that.

💫 This look Spock gives Kirk reminds me a lot of the look Kirk gives Spock in Amok Time. I don’t know if they did that on purpose but I liked it 😅

💫 I wish we had gotten a little more of Bones with both Kirk and Spock. Not enough of all three of them together here for me!

💫 I’m glad we got a few good moments though, like this part of them arguing. Any time Bones and Spock agree Jim has to pay a little extra attention.

💫 Too much running, too many guns. Those are my biggest complaints.

💫 The reactor scene. Okay, I get what they’re trying to do! It’s very emotional. On some levels it works! But… I just watched Wrath of Khan a few weeks ago. There just can’t be the history or the tenderness between them that is in that movie. It isn’t possible with how young they are and where they are in their relationship. It’s still good, but not great.

💫 Overall I really liked Spock’s arc here. He’s struggling with a lot of stuff and coming to terms with his feelings for Jim. I wish they had actually had him break up with Uhura, but I love his growth here. Quinto does a great job selling it.

Fine movie, really suffers in comparison to the original, but it’s still worth a watch.

[mustainegf]

OK. SO.

You edge Kirk b4 he goes on stage, and when he's soloing, the guitar rubs on his still hard cock and he comes from rutting into his guitar, but no one notices cuz his guitar covers it and that's how he usually looks when he's soloing😭😭

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Kenne I swear to god you eat with every req

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I stand in the midst of her eventual assault on my poor person, feeling the tidal waves of pleasure soak through every cell and fiber of my body while her velvet smooth hands dance across my pulsating member, teasing me mercilessly to slowly bring me to the edge.

Her touches send rattles through my bones. It makes me squirm under her fingers. My stomach is a bundle of knots, knowing I'll be performing for thousands of screaming fans in a few minutes, but all I can think about is the image of her hand wrapped around my pulsating cock.

A low moan escapes my lips as my hips instinctively buck against her palm. My breath stops as she leans down, taking my length into her warm mouth. She sucks softly at first, then picks up the pace, her tongue gliding around my sensitive head.

It's almost unbearable. I clench onto the shitty couch beneath me, my muscles strained, as waves of pleasure crash over me. With every stroke of her tongue, shocks shoot straight into the core of my being. I'm so close, yet she just won't stop teasing me, knowing when to stop just at the last second.

Just as I'm about to cum, she pulls away with a jerk, so that I give a desperate little pant, begging for more, but she just whispers, "Not yet," the wicked glint in her eye. "Save it for later." With which she stands up and gives me a sultry smile. "Break a leg out there, baby." She blows me a kiss before sashaying to the door, the swaying of her hips seductive.

"Baby, what?! C'mon. you can't be serious. I was so close..." I beg. But she just giggles, shaking her head as she walks out of the room. Left behind, I groan in frustration, my cock still throbbing with heat and need. I slip my hand down to my length, giving myself a few slow strokes to ease the pounding ache.

As I prepare to go on stage, the only thing that crosses my mind is just how good it felt when she touched me. I fiddle with my guitar strap, trying to conceal the bulge that's obvious through my denim.

When we reach the stage, the crowd blares in cheers and claps. There are several thousand faces looking up toward us, awaiting an exceptional performance by us. James, Jason, and Lars were already in position, their instruments at the ready.

But it's just my mind that can't seem to take Flight, but all I can think about is her. The way her fingers shoot across my skin, slippery with my excess pre-cum that she always teased me for. I shift uncomfortably, adjusting my guitar strap once again, praying nobody notices the tent of a bulge in my pants.

I glance over to the other guys as if to ask if they're all thinking about their girl waiting backstage. But then the music reaches out and grabs me, forcing me to switch gears. The opening chords or Creeping Death drop from the air, and in a heartbeat, it's all gone. Now there's only the music that counts.

I play, and my mind draws back to earlier, her hand stroking me off. I can imagine her lips wrapped around me once more, sucking me deep into her throat. The mere thought sends a run of cold shivers down my legs. I miss the chord for a moment.

Damn it! Concentrate, Kirk! I yell at myself in my head. It's just not that simple when all I can really think about is how great she'd made me feel earlier.

The show goes on, and despite my drifting thoughts, I manage to keep my shit together. I play through the pain, the pleasure, the anticipation, and the longing. Each strum of my guitar strings feels like another stroke against my needy cock.

Finally, my solo arrives, and I take one last deep breath, centering myself before launching into the song. As I start playing along, I subtly grind my hips against my guitar to use the instrument for some much-needed relief.

I can almost visualize her backstage, her eyes wide with desire, watching me squirm against my guitar. The image sends me over all the more, carrying me further and higher into the echelons of musical greatness.

My fingers glide fret to fret, pulling out those notes. Beads of sweat begin falling down my face as the adrenaline courses through my veins.

A particularly strong set of chord progressions sends a buzz of ecstasy rippling through me. My hips buck involuntarily, grinding harder against the guitar as I battle to keep control. I know I'm close. I can feel the pressure building, my climax near.

And then, in one swift movement, the guitar slips as i hike it up to my knee for better access for the solo, rubbing against my straining erection just right. The friction proves to be too much to bear, and with a muffled cry, I come apart. Hot spurts of cum coat the inside of my briefs, soaking the fabric. My mouth is wide, eyes clenched I can barely even think straight.

The crowd erupts in wild cheers as I conclude my solo. I just stand there, breathing heavily, my heart racing in my chest, hardly able to move, still returning, covered in sweat. I cannot believe I just came in front of 40,000 people. It takes me a while to collect myself mid-concert until I eventually just did my best to forget the uncomfortable stickiness in my tight black jeans.

Finally, after what felt like years yet still just a few seconds from the same breath, the gig meets its end, and I trudge off stage, wiping the sweat off my face. I find a quiet corner, leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath. It is then that I notice the wet spot spreading across my pants. Fuck, did she really make me cum that hard?

Just then, she's beside me, an impish grin on her face. "Looks like someone had a little accident out there," she teases, brushing her fingers against the damp fabric. "You, missy, are in trouble," I say severely to her, already hungry for payback.

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Logos and Pathos (Book 2) Chapter Twenty-Eight

Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Emotions Revealed

Summary: Spock and the Enterprise Crew work against time to save (Y/N) from the evil empaths

Mouse Note: Thank you all for all the support on this book! I hope you guys enjoyed this final chapter. You guys have really made my day and made me so happy seeing that even in such an old fandom that people are still out there loving Spock, and I'm so thankful for the opportunity to work on my writing with such a supportive audience. You guys are the best! I can't wait to see you either in the next installment of this series or on another series of mine.

            As illogical as it was, Spock could have sworn his heart stopped when (Y/N) collapsed to the ground unconscious. In an instant, he was fighting towards them, even as the Novisans forced pain through him. Every Vulcan and human instinct within him demanded he get to his t’hy’la’s side and protect them.

            “Keep him down!” ordered Caesarius.

            Honoria turned her powers on Spock as well, and he gritted his teeth as he was forced to his knees by the twists of pain coursing through him. Spock fought against the Novisans, but with their powers enhanced through (Y/N)’s, he too was reduced to pain. He and the landing party struggled valiantly, but they were subdued.

            “Take them to the jail. Ursula, Paschalis, keep watch!” ordered Honoria.

            Spock, Kirk, Bones, Uhura, and Chekov were dragged to the prisons and locked into a cell. Finally, they were released from their pain as the aristocrat empaths left to keep watch.

            “Captain, what are we going to do?” cried Uhura. “We can’t let (Y/N) marry that madwoman!”

            “It wouldn’t hold up in court, would it?” questioned Chekov.

            “It doesn’t matter if it would or wouldn’t,” said Bones grimly. “They are able to manipulate people with (L/N)’s abilities, somehow, and with that, they’ll be able to get whatever they want. The marriage is just to create legal trouble if we try to help (L/N).”

            “We have to stop it, then,” said Chekov forcefully.

            “Yes, we do, but we have no phasers and can’t fight them,” said Kirk, pacing. “Bones, Spock, how can we stop them from using (L/N)’s favor? How are they even using it in the first place?”

            “I suspect it has to do with the potentiate stones they wear,” said Spock, his voice clipped and sharp. His mind was running through every scenario, every possibility, every opportunity to help (Y/N). “It likely links the wearers’ psychic abilities together into a ‘locus’ they can all draw on.”

            “So if we get that ring off (L/N)’s hand, the Novisans won’t be able to use their empathy?” asked Kirk.

            “I don’t believe so,” said Spock, crossing his arms. “But getting to them does present an issue.”

            Kirk’s eyes softened at the obvious worry and distress on Spock’s face. It was subtle, but Kirk was his friend and knew his habits well. Not to mention, he knew how Spock felt for (Y/N), so guessing what was going through his mind at that moment was easy.

            “Spock, we’re going to save them,” said Kirk.

            “Captain…You can’t know that for sure,” said Spock, his voice hoarse as logic dictated a possibility he didn’t want to admit.

            “Yes, I can,” said Kirk, gripping Spock’s shoulders. “Spock, (L/N) is strong. They’re fighting right now. They’re pushing themself to their limits to get back to you. And I know you. You won’t rest until they’re safe. You won’t stop until they’re saved. Between your determination and their strength, there is no way you won’t make it. I know it. So, all we need to do, is get to them. They aren’t giving up, and neither are we.”

            “No, Captain. We are not,” said Spock.

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            (Y/N) felt like they were floating. Their mind was a cloud, and they were just drifting along, completely at the mercy of the Novisans directing them. (Y/N) grasped at any bit of power they could find, but each time their consciousness breached the fog of blank emotions the Novisans were forcing into them, the gentry pushed them back.

            The ring on their finger glowed sickeningly violet, like poison seeping into the very air around them. The purple contrasted starkly with their golden eyes, further demonstrating how out-of-place it was on them. The entire world was dictating the wrongness of the situation.

            (Y/N) hated that they couldn’t do anything but watch themself be decorated in jewelry like a doll. Dafni and a new woman, Kleio, had to do their hair and prepare them for the wedding. (Y/N)’s heart broke for both women. They were forced to work by the empaths, manipulated just like (Y/N). If they could help the non-empaths, they would, but they were in the same position.

            “Oh, you look lovely,” cooed Honoria.

            (Y/N) wanted to cringe away from Honoria as her hand skimmed their face, examining them. It made them sick, and they wanted to lash out and scream that they weren’t a puppet, they were a person just like everyone else they used and tossed to the side. But (Y/N) couldn’t. Honoria’s power pressed down on them like an immovable weight.

            “Kleio, Dafni, put them into their wedding dress,” ordered Honoria.

            Of course, she’s just going to sit there and make sure I can’t break free, thought (Y/N) ruefully as Kleio and Dafni guided them to a closet.

            They pulled it open, and (Y/N)’s stomach dropped as they saw the dress. It was beautiful, yes, but all it was to (Y/N) was a sign of the gilded cage they were being forced into. Every moment the Novisans’ control seemed to deepen in them. It was getting harder and harder to think freely as the fog of emotionlessness rolled over them.

            Spock…please…save me.

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            “Doctor, it is no use. The bars will not bend, no matter how much you try to force them,” said Spock, pacing back and forth.

            Bones huffed and stepped back. “Well just because you are just ‘thinking’ and not ‘acting’ doesn’t mean I won’t.”

            “I can assure you, Dr. McCoy, if there was a way to act, I would,” said Spock, clipped and annoyed.

            The more logical and cold Spock became, the more worried he was. It seemed counterintuitive as a Vulcan, but that was the truth. And Spock was becoming dangerously logical as his concern over (Y/N)’s safety mounted.

            “Let’s not start fighting.” Kirk sighed. “It won’t solve anything.” But even he was growing restless, and he wasn’t a patient man to begin with.

            “But Captain, time is running out!” said Uhura. “We need to help (Y/N)!”

            “The marriage could occur at any moment. Russian weddings take some time to prepare, but even this is starting to cut it close,” said Chekov.

            “He’s right,” said a new voice.

            The landing party whirled to find Elias standing before them. He had a platter of food in his hands, but he put it down as he approached.

            “The servants are all talking about it. It’s going to start soon,” said Elias.

            “You have to help us leave,” insisted Kirk instantly. “I know you’re afraid of the empaths, but (L/N) is kind, and she’s our friend.”

            “The royal family will only grow stronger if you don’t help us,” said Spock, stepping forward. “It is in your planet’s best to help us.”

            “We know,” said a second voice. Prince Regulus walked into the room. The landing party tensed.

            “You! What the hell do you think you’re on locking us up and hurting (L/N)?!” cried Bones.

            “It’s alright,” said Elias. “He’s not an enemy.”

            Spock, Kirk, Chekov, and Bones blinked in confusion. Uhura, in her ever-present wisdom, stepped up. “Ah. I see.” She smiled.

            “See? What’s there to see? Old Princey here is manipulating Elias!” said Bones.

            Uhura sighed and put her hands on her hips. “Isn’t it obvious? They’re dating.”

            Kirk’s head snapped to look at Elias and Regulus. “They’re…What?”

            “We are,” said Elias, taking Regulus’s hand. “And that’s why we’re going to help you.”

            “We’ve always hidden our relationship,” said Regulus. “The dichotomy of Novis, between empaths and non-empaths…it keeps us apart. I knew what my family would do to Elias if they found out. I thought…”

            “We thought,” interrupted Elias, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand. He looked at Regulus. “Don’t put it all on you. We both agreed to this relationship, and we both decided to keep it a secret. For your safety as well as mine.” Regulus’s eyes softened as his love continued. “We didn’t think anything could ever change. We thought Novisan culture was the only one that could exist, that empaths and non-empaths had to live separately.”

            “But seeing you all together,” said Regulus, “…it showed us things could be different. It showed us that empaths and non-empaths can live in harmony. The way my parents and their parents and every generation of Novis royals have ruled is wrong. There is another way. And I want to bring peace to Novis.”

            “And that starts with saving your friend,” said Elias.

            Regulus pulled a key from his pocket. “I managed to knock out Paschalis and Victorius. But the biggest threat is my family. They’re drawing on (L/N)’s power. They’ll be strong.” He unlocked the cell door, and the Starfleet Officers walked out.

            “How are they using (Y/N)’s abilities?” questioned Spock.

            Regulus gestured to his earrings. “Potentiate.” He sighed. “The truth is, although the aristocrats here on Novis are extremely proud of their empathic abilities, none of us are really that strong.” He nodded to Uhura. “It’s like you described: we can only really understand the strong emotions of people close to us. The potentiate we harvest from the Vitality Locus acts as a link between our abilities. It’s like a pool of power we can all draw on.”

            “They added (Y/N)’s to it when Theresia forced the ring onto their hand,” realized Spock, crossing his arms.

            Regulus nodded. “Yes. Without their power, my parents will be easier to handle. Still dangerous, but not like they are now.”

            “So we just need to get the ring off of (L/N), like we thought,” said Kirk.

            “Hate to say it, but how are we supposed to get near them while the royal asses still have (L/N)’s abilities at their disposal?” asked Bones.

            “We could distract them,” said Chekov.

            “You’d be running right into danger,” warned Elias.

            “For (Y/N), I’d do it,” said Uhura determinedly.

            “It’s possible that making them spread out their use of (L/N)’s power would weaken each of their individual abilities,” said Regulus. “Like stretching it too thin.”

            “Alright, then. We’ll do it,” said Kirk. He looked at Spock. “We’re going to save them, Spock. We’ll distract the Novisans; you get to them.”

            Normally, Spock would argue this plan was reckless and put them in too much danger. But when it came to (Y/N), all the usual rules went out the window. He just wanted his t’hy’la safe and back with him.

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            (Y/N) couldn’t quite figure out what was happening. Everything was fuzzy, faraway. Why were they in this room? Who was the woman standing across from them? What was happening?

            They furrowed their brow—or, they tried to (or were they just imagining it all?)—as their head ached. (Y/N) couldn’t focus on the words floating through their head.

            Something soft enveloped their mind. It lulled the ache, letting them rest in a cloud of numb uncaring. It whispered to them to let go, stop struggling, just go along with everything.

            The remnants of (Y/N)’s mind tried to break the surface, but with every moment it was getting tougher. Their emotions were drowning.

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            “What the—How the hell did you escape?!” cried Ursula, her eyes widening as the landing party and Regulus approached. She raised a hand and furrowed her brow, clearly prepared to use the power she had to cause them pain.

            Regulus was quicker. His earrings glowed, and he countered Ursula’s power. Narcissa attacked next, but Kirk threw her over his shoulder as Regulus blocked her psychic force. The two aristocrats were strong, but with the royal family monopolizing (Y/N)’s power, they were handled.

            Bones threw the throne room doors open. Inside, the curtain was pulled to reveal the Vitality Locus, a large purple stone glowing with the amassed psychic power within. Spock’s hands curled into fists knowing (Y/N)’s empathy was trapped in it as well.

            His eyes traced past the aristocrats gathered for the sham of a wedding to where (Y/N) stood on a dais before the Vitality Locus. His breath caught. They were beautiful. A golden gown floated around them, offsetting their golden eyes. They were a pure beam of light, the warm ray of sun he chased.

            Their radiance was contrasted by the violet glow of the ring on their finger and the blank look on their face. The ring was a shackle; the emotionless expression sickeningly wrong on (Y/N). Spock felt a swell of emotion rise within him. He wouldn’t leave (Y/N) like this.

            “Regulus! What do you think you’re doing?!” cried Caesarius, outraged at the interruption of the ceremony.

            “What someone should have done years ago!” declared Regulus. “This is wrong, Father! Let the officer go, and we can figure out how to live peacefully!”

            “This is our ticket to power,” hissed Honoria. “You will not mess it up!” She snapped her fingers. “Courtiers…handle these fools! Theresia, finish the ceremony!”

            Chaos broke out. The royal family was proud enough to not let (Y/N)’s power leave their hands, which made their council weaker. The Starfleet Officers, motivated as Regulus supplied them with what little protection he could against the cruel empaths, pushed forward, fighting to help (Y/N). Unfortunately, the combined abilities of the Novisan gentry forced pain through them. Even Regulus was forced to his knees.

            But Spock…Spock pulled his Vulcan strength and shielded his mind against their attacks. He could feel the pain trying to force its way in, but he was determined to get to (Y/N). His friends were counting on him, but more importantly, (Y/N) was.

            “(Y/N)!” He surged forward and grabbed (Y/N) from Theresia. His brow furrowed as they didn’t react.

            “Too late. I wouldn’t be surprised if all their emotions are gone at this point,” jeered Theresia. Her necklaced glowed, and pure pain jerked through Spock.

            Spock’s hand curled into a fist, balling in (Y/N)’s gown as he gazed at them. Pushing himself through the agony, he reached for their face. Closing his eyes, Spock tried to sense their consciousness with a Mind Meld. His heart twisted and anger rolled over him when he felt…nothing. There was barely anything left, just twinges of emotions trapped within (Y/N)’s mind.

            “(Y/N)…You must fight this,” said Spock. Nothing. No change, no response, nothing, nothing, nothing. They needed something strong to bring them back.

            “Just let go! We win!” cried Theresia, her necklace blindingly bright. “You stupid Vulcan! You can’t help an empath!”

            Spock gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. He wouldn’t let them win. He wouldn’t let them take (Y/N) away. “Yes. I can.” In one fluid motion, a final burst of strength against the psychic attack, Spock reached down, pulled the ring from (Y/N)’s finger…

            …and kissed them.

            Spock poured every emotion he felt for (Y/N) into it. His hand intertwined with theirs, Vulcan and human kiss equally passionate. Spock made them feel all the love he had for them, for the warmth they had brought to him, for the light they were in his life.

            I love you, T’hy’la.

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            I love you, T’hy’la.

            A flood of warmth coursed through their mind. The cold emptiness of the fog was helpless against the pure light of love filling them. (Y/N) felt alive with the beautiful truth of the emotion filling them.

            Their eyes opened to the world again. They could feel the sunlight on their skin, the softness of their clothes, the chaotic emotions around them. But so much more, (Y/N) could feel Spock. They could feel his hand in theirs, his lips, his love.

            (Y/N) gripped his hand tightly, reached up with their other hand, and pulled them deeper into the kiss.

            I love you, I love you, I love you.

            (Y/N) pushed the love they felt for Spock into every moment. They could nearly cry with how strong everything was, how deeply their heart beat for him.

            Spock and (Y/N) drew apart from each other, breathing deeply.

            “Spock…You came…” They nearly sobbed for joy.

            “I would not leave you,” said Spock. He spoke plainly as he always did, but the truth of his words were still significant.

            (Y/N)’s brow furrowed. With Spock’s hand cradling their cheek, their minds were connected, and they could feel the Novisan empaths pressing pain down on him. (Y/N)’s hand curled into a fist. They stepped away from Spock and faced Theresia, who stared at them uncertainly, unsure of what they were planning.

            (Y/N) knelt, picking up the fallen ring Spock had freed them from. Standing tall and straight, they glared at Theresia. “You tried to control me.”

            The aristocrats and royal empaths froze as their voice rang out. Kirk, Bones, Uhura, and Chekov quickly grabbed their phasers back from Ceasarius, who had confiscated them when they were thrown in jail.

            “I—We—We needed the power,” said Theresia.

            “You want power?” (Y/N)’s head cocked, and their eyes blazed with golden light. “Here.”

            (Y/N) held up the ring in front of them. Narrowing their eyes, they focused on the shard of potentiate. It shone with purple light before being taken over by gold. The aristocrats gasped as they felt (Y/N)’s pure psychic power run through them. The potentiate jewel shattered, unable to contain (Y/N)’s full strength. The Novisans flinched at the display.

            But (Y/N) wasn’t done.

            The Vitality Locus shone gold behind them as their power built up again. The Novisan empaths grabbed their jewelry as they felt psychic energy build up.

            “You steal your powers! You abuse your abilities! You lord empathy over others!” declared (Y/N). “This is a gift, and you’ve squandered it! You don’t deserve the power given to you!”

            The Vitality Locus exploded into golden light. Each shard broke apart in the jewelry of the gentry. Each fragment left was dull, holding no more power to tie their abilities together. The Novisans were left with just what they were born with—weak empathy.

            “Learn to use what you’ve been given,” said (Y/N), looking down at them. They were words of guidance, but a warning rested below the surface. (Y/N) had shown their power, and the Novisan gentry were afraid.

            Their expression softened, and they gestured to Regulus and Elias, who was opening the door alongside other servants to see the outcome of the fight. “Look. There are ways for you to live in harmony.” Regulus and Elias held hands, gripping them tightly in comfort as all eyes turned to them. “We’re all people,” said (Y/N). “Empath or not, we all deserve respect. Let go of your prejudices, your fear of being seen as weak. They—” (Y/N) pointed at the men “—are stronger for their love.”

            “We are,” said Regulus, looking right into his parents’ eyes. “I’ve never felt more self-assured or certain in myself than by Elias’s side. We can live in peace.” He looked around. “I want Novis to be a planet of harmony and joy. We can only have that if we learn to exist together.”

            “But we’ve taken the first step,” said Elias. He gestured to the shattered Vitality Locus. “Yes, you won’t have the power you once had. But that’s for the best. It’s time for Novis V to change.”

            “And we will change for the better,” said Regulus. He turned to Kirk. “Captain, I trust you’ll report that more Ambassadors and guides will be needed for Novis V? I want to start the transition to peaceful relationships to begin as soon as possible.”

            Kirk smiled. “Of course.” He bowed playfully. “Your highness.”

            (Y/N) relaxed. Regulus was taking charge. The Federation would send people to help with the transition. Everything was going to be alright.

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            “Are you sure you want to change out of that?” said Uhura as they walked back to their quarters for some well-deserved rest.

            (Y/N) looked down at their golden gown. They chuckled. “Well, I don’t really think it’s regulation.” They paused before their door and glanced back at Spock, their gaze shy after what had happened between them. “What do you think?”

            Uhura, realizing they needed a moment (she needed them to get together, finally), continued on. (Y/N) and Spock were left together.

            “I…You remind me of old human paintings,” said Spock. (Y/N) cocked their head in confusion. “You are what my logic cannot explain. You are…art.”

            (Y/N) breath caught in their throat. They had been called attractive many times and in many ways. Spock’s version was the best. “Spock…” they breathed, unsure of their words. “I…I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

            “You do not have to thank me for honesty,” said Spock.

            “Then at least let me thank you for saving me,” said (Y/N). They shifted uneasily. “The Novisans…They were drowning me in emotionlessness.” They shivered. “I hated it.” Their gaze met his. “And you brought me back.”

            “You would have fought your way out,” said Spock. “You demonstrated your power is quite formidable.”

            (Y/N) laughed nervously. “I guess I did go a little crazy there.”

            “Well, I cannot say it was particularly logical,” said Spock. There was something impish in his tone that told (Y/N) he was teasing them.

            A full grin broke out on their face. “No, it wasn’t. It was pretty emotional, wasn’t it?”

            “It seems emotions were necessary today,” said Spock.

            “They certainly were,” said (Y/N). Taking a risk, they brought up what had happened. “Without them, you wouldn’t have saved me.”

            “No, I wouldn’t have,” agreed Spock.

            (Y/N) took a deep breath and burst out, “Spock, were those really your feelings for me?”

            Spock’s gaze softened. “Yes. I apologize if they are unwanted, but I needed to bring your mind back. I was willing to try anything.”

            (Y/N) burst out laughing. “You idiot!”

            “ ‘Idiot?’ ” questioned Spock.

            “Yes, idiot. I’m in love with you, Spock,” said (Y/N). “I have been for a very long time.”

            Spock’s heart could have stopped as emotions overwhelmed him. He cleared his throat, trying to remain composed. “Well, then, I suppose the next thing to do is to go on a date—”

            “Spock,” interrupted (Y/N).

            “Yes?”

            “Shut up and kiss me,” said (Y/N) with the most adoring look in their eyes.

            A small smile appeared on Spock’s face. For once, he didn’t think and just acted, pulling (Y/N) closed and kissed them. (Y/N) pressed two of their fingers against Spock’s. Pulling back slightly, (Y/N) leaned their forehead against Spock.

            “I love you, Spock,” said (Y/N) with a wide smile and adoring eyes.

            “I love you, too, T’hy’la,” said Spock.

            “ ‘T’hy’la?’ ” asked (Y/N).

            “Beloved,” translated Spock.

            “I like it,” said (Y/N), curling their fingers around Spock’s.

            “Good. I don’t plan on changing in,” said Spock.

            “I wouldn’t have you change anything,” said (Y/N), leaning in to kiss him again.

            And Spock returned it lovingly.

            Logos and pathos were opposites; the heart and mind were parallels, but (Y/N) and Spock were two parts of a whole.

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Overworked

Requested by: @dallysnecklace

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1,610

Warnings: Feelings of self-doubt, depressive behavior, anxiety

“Hey babe! It’s me, Kirk. You rushed off after the photoshoot today so I wanted to check in with you since I didn’t get to talk to you after. Maybe we could get dinner and hang out. Call me back, love you. Bye.” The machine beeped after playing the message. I deleted it.

I just got home from one of my other photography gigs. I primarily work for Metallica, but I take pictures for other bands as well. It can get a little hectic, and honestly I’m starting to feel burnt out. I don’t know if I can keep up with the rigorous schedule I’ve been keeping. Feeling absolutely empty I decided I wouldn’t call Kirk back. I laid in bed, not even having the energy to change my clothes. Photography is my entire life, what if I’m not cut out for it though? There are so many others who would kill for the job I have, and here I am not able to manage it. What an absolute failure. I began crying as I spiraled.

I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until the phone started ringing. I looked at my alarm clock, it was 2PM. I must have slept through the night and well into the next day. I didn’t bother getting up to answer it. 

“I’m not available right now, leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” 

“Hey, it’s me, Kirk, again. You didn’t get back to me last night. What are you up to today? The guys and I are getting ready to go out to eat. Do you want to come with us? Please call me back, even if you don’t want to go. I just want to hear your voice and know you’re okay. All right, love you, bye.” Kirk’s voice came over the voicemail machine. 

I sighed and curled up further beneath my blankets. The beeping of the machine indicating I had a message was bothering me, so I forced myself to get up. I deleted the message and took the phone off the receiver. I made myself take a shower then curled up in my bed again drifting off into a dreamless sleep. 

-

“Hey Peter, have you heard from Y/N?” I asked as I approached our manager. He looked up from his paper. 

“No, she isn’t scheduled for another shoot with you guys until next week.” He replied and turned his attention back to his paperwork. 

“Oh, okay, thank you.” I said and sulked away. 

Since I met Y/N, we didn’t go long periods of time without talking to one another. I haven’t seen or heard from her since our last photoshoot. When I try calling, it gives the busy tone now and I’m getting worried, but if she doesn’t want to see me, I don’t want to bother her. 

I ran into the house to avoid getting drenched by the rain. Cliff was with Lars and James in the living room. 

“Hey.” I greeted them and sat on the couch. 

“Where is Y/N?” Lars asked. 

“I don’t know, I haven’t been able to get a hold of her for the past couple days.” I said folding my arms feeling uneasy. 

“Still?” Cliff asked, a worried expression on his face. 

“Yeah.” I sighed. 

“I wonder what’s going on.” James said thoughtfully. 

“She knows she can come to us if there is something wrong.” Lars added. 

“We should go out and look for her.” Cliff suggested. 

My heart warmed seeing my friends band together, worried about my girlfriend. 

“I’ll go to her place, but you guys really don’t have to go out.” I said standing up to get my jacket. 

“Of course we do, she’s one of us.” James said. 

Just as I was going to open the door, there was a soft knock. I flung it open and my heart broke. 

Y/N stood in front of me. She was drenched from head to toe. Her eyes were red and puffy. 

“Are you okay?” I asked her. Her bottom lip wobbled as fresh tears fell down her cheeks. I reached out, pulling her into my arms. 

“Stop, I don’t want to get you wet.” She wailed. 

“I don’t care.” I said holding her tightly. She continued to cry. The guys stood around, they looked sad at the sight. 

“My mom’s making dinner tonight. Let’s go.” Cliff said. James and Lars followed him out, closing the door. I know they were relieved to see her, but I was grateful they were giving us space. I continued holding her until her sobs softened. I pulled away and grabbed her hand taking her to my room. I handed her some clothes to change into. 

“Go take a hot shower. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” I told her, she nodded and started off for the bathroom. She paused and turned back to me. 

“Will you hold me after?” She asked, her voice was croaky.. I stepped closer to her and kissed her forehead. 

“Of course.” I said. She went into the bathroom, closing the door. 

I went to the kitchen and made her a cup of herbal tea. She didn’t take too long and I met her in my bedroom. She handed me her clothes and I put them in the washing machine. She sipped on her tea as she sat on the edge of my bed. Her eyes still rimmed red. She placed the cup on my bedside table and scooted back on the bed. I laid next to her pulling her into my arms. 

“Where were you?” I asked petting her hair. 

“Home.” She replied softly. 

“What’s going on? I was really worried about you.” I asked rubbing soft circles on her back. 

“I’m sorry I disappeared. I’ve been so overwhelmed with work, I feel so burnt out. I didn’t want to disappoint you because you’re not just my boyfriend, you’re also my client.” She said, I gave her a squeeze.

“Girlfriend first, photographer second, okay? What’s overwhelming?” She buried her face in my chest. 

“It’s not you guys at all, that’s my favorite part.” She whispered, then pulled away to look up at me. “It’s rushing from gig to gig, worried I’ll be late. I think I’ve overbooked myself.” She said, “but if I don’t have the work, I don’t get paid and I can’t afford to cut back.” Her brow furrowed. I rubbed the lines in between her eyebrows. 

“What can I do to help relieve your stress?” I asked her. She thought for a few minutes. 

“I really don’t know.” She shrugged, looking a bit frustrated. 

“Well, what if we talk to Peter? See about making you Metallica exclusive. Then you don’t have to worry about the other gigs.” I offered. 

“What if I just wasn’t meant for this kind of work.” She said, tears filled her eyes. I wiped them as they fell.

“You have to do what’s best for you. And whatever that is, I’ll support you. I know the guys will too. We don’t have to figure it out right now.” I told her, bringing her back into my embrace. She nuzzled her face in my chest. 

“Can I just spend the next couple days with you and the guys?” She asked. 

“Of course.” I said and kissed the top of her head. She drifted off to sleep, I did as well soon after comforted by her breathing and steady heartbeat. 

-

As I came to, I was really toasty. Wrapped in a cocoon of blankets and Kirk’s arms. He was snoring softly. I carefully got out of bed not waking him up. I went to the bathroom then made my way to the living room unable to sleep anymore. Cliff was sitting on the couch, he looked up and smiled, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“There’s our girl.” He stood up putting his cigarette in the ashtray, and opened his arms. I wrapped my arms around his middle as he engulfed me in a hug. We sat on the couch. Lars wandered in and without any words hugged my head. I laughed, and pushed him back a bit so I could stand and give him a proper hug. 

“Saving the best for last?” James grinned as he came in. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I teased as he gave me a bear hug. Kirk came sprinting in. 

“Oh good, you’re still here.” He said putting his hand over his heart. I frowned. I feel bad I had made him feel that way. I hugged him tightly. He kissed the top of my head. 

I sat on the couch in between Cliff and Kirk. 

“I’m sorry I went radio silent for a few days. Next time if I need space, I’ll give you a heads up.” I said looking down at my hands. Kirk reached over and interlocked his fingers with mine. 

“As long as you’re safe, that’s all we care about.” Lars said. 

“Are you okay?” James asked. 

I relayed to them what I told Kirk last night. 

“All I have to say is I appreciate you letting me be me in your photos.” Cliff said. I laughed knowing he was a photographer's nightmare since he hated posing properly for pictures. “But you have to do what’s best for you. You’ve always got us in your corner.” He said. Tears pricked my eyes, they weren’t the ones of sadness and frustration I’d been shedding over the past few days. My heart was warm knowing I had a loving boyfriend and sweet friends who truly cared about me. 

No matter what I decided, I knew they’d have my back

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[thesconesyard]

Ok, ok, ok.

New story time!

The beginning of the sequel to When the Cactus Blooms!

Hopefully posting this will keep me working on it. (I know I have other stories that need to be worked on too, but the block is so hard to fight. Here’s hoping less stress when work gets out for the summer in a couple weeks will help! 🤞)

[I had so much fun writing for Yeehawgust last year that I went back to previous year’s prompt lists to write another Star Trek western. I don’t recall which year’s this was, but I can’t take credit for the chapter/prompts, that’s all @yeehawgust. Thanks!!]

Where the West Begins

Ch. 1 Meowdy!

Life moved at its own pace on the Enterprise Ranch. Though that had been a very quick pace during the previous spring and summer. Leonard McCoy looked out across the north pasture, and let his thoughts drift. Two gangs and a pair of villains taken out. A new addition to their family on the ranch in the form of Jaylah. And best of all, at least to McCoy, love in his life again.

McCoy couldn’t help a smile as he looked over towards where Montgomery Scott was working on the pasture gate.

“Len, look at this.”

McCoy turned to walk back to where Scotty was. His eyes widened as he saw the paw print Scotty was pointing at.

“Oh,” was all he got out.

“We’ll have to let the others know, and keep a lookout in case,” Scotty said.

McCoy moved in the direction the print was facing. “More over here,” he said, as he continued to follow the prints. “Just what we need,” he said sarcastically, “a big cat hassling the cattle.” He looked out at the land around them.

“Probably came down from the hills,” Scotty said, stepping up next to him.

“Hopefully it’s gone on its way and left us well alone.”

“Hopefully,” Scotty agreed.

“Where did they go?” James T. Kirk looked down the table at lunch.

McCoy gave his head a shake. “Didn’t follow them too far and besides the ground was softer by the fence.”

Jim rubbed a hand over his face. “Alright. Spock, we’ll check it out after lunch. Sulu, you and Chekov check on the east pasture. Make sure everyone is accounted for.”

“Can do,” Hikaru Sulu answered and Pavel Chekov nodded in agreement.

“Bones, you and Scotty check around the north pasture, see if you can find anything more.”

“Aye,” Scotty said and looked over at McCoy.

“What about me?” Jaylah spoke up.

Jim’s face gave a guilty start. Jaylah had learned much and quickly, and though Jim tried he did forget on occasion.

“Come with us lass,” Scotty said before Jim could answer.

Jaylah glanced at McCoy and he nodded at her.

In the north pasture, McCoy took off his hat and fanned himself for a moment. The late summer sun beat down.

“I’m not seeing anything,” McCoy called over to Scotty and Jaylah.

“Aye, same,” Scotty called back. They had spread out to cover more ground.

A sudden squeal from Jaylah had both men turning. She had closed in on one of the few trees in the pasture and was looking into its branches.

“What’s wrong lass?” Scotty cried as he began hurrying towards her. McCoy moved quickly as well.

“Look!” she exclaimed, pointing into the tree.

“Get away!” McCoy ordered, thoughts turned to a cougar leaping down at them. A chill went down his spine.

“Lassie!” Scotty yelled as Jaylah moved to the tree trunk.

In a flash she had jumped towards a low hanging branch and pulled herself up. McCoy grabbed onto Scotty’s arm as they stopped at the base of the tree and watched Jaylah climb higher.

McCoy’s heart began to slow its racing as he saw there was nothing but Jaylah in the tree. His fears had been for nothing.

“What are ye doing?” Scotty demanded next to him. He could hear the man’s own fear coming out now as frustration.

McCoy looked at Scotty as a tiny sound drifted down to them. Scotty gazed at him in surprise. Moments later Jaylah dropped to the ground in front of them, something tiny and noisy held in the crook of her arm.

“Look!” she said. She held out a small bundle of fur towards them.

“You scared the hell out of us for a kitten?” McCoy almost yelled.

“Shhh! You’ll frighten him! Look how cute he is!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” McCoy muttered and turned around to walk back to the pasture gate.