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moonlightshaiku · 11 months

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Spock x Reader

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Warnings: second hand embarrassment, puke

Ao3: N/A

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I just like the idea of accidentally giving spock a vulcan kiss, okay????

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You knew that Mccoy's response of "Well be more social, then," was a result of him being busy. Not paying attention. But, you'd taken it to heart.

Being alone in your room so often had tanked your mental health. Introverted or not, part of "self care" is letting out your thoughts and feelings.

You can't help but think that self care is too complicated. Hygiene in itself is a fifty point list.

The best plan you had was to introduce yourself to someone. That in itself is difficult. There are too many options and techniques.

It was hard when it was just humans—or at least, mainly humans—back on Earth. But in the Enterprise? With even more races and cultures? Squeezed in? Together?

You enter the lift, blandly speaking out your destination. It's only when you notice the shoes next to you, shining, that you realize you have a chance to just— do this. Get it over with.

The anxiety swells in your throat, and you can't help but think it's not worth it. It'll take so much effort, and if you don't say anything, they'll never know.

"Good morning!" You chirp, before you can put to much thought in. It's much more gruff than you meant. You realize, as you swallow, that this is the first time you've spoken today.

You almost wonder if they're going to reply, but then you see a hand.

It barely takes a second to connect the dots. A handshake! Easy.

In your excitement at the ease of this venture, you bring your right hand to meet their left—and—oh.

Wrong hand. Your hands are touching. Theirs is straight, yours across it. Your ring and little finger are touching the side of their hand, your thumb tucked over their's.

You glance up at them, you don't make eye contact.

Your first two fingers presses against their last.

His last. His last two fingers.

He's male.

"Oh sorry, wrong hand!"

A Vulcan male.

He's Spock.

"Oh shit."

You jerk your hand back.

"The crude wording is not needed, Lieutenant-Commander."

"Spocckkk." You draw out through your teeth, voice high pitched.

"Yes?"

The doors open, no one is there.

"I am. Fuck, I am sorry. It wasn't— fuck, sorry."

The door closes. The lift remains still.

"I didn't mean to—" you take a breath. "It wasn't my intention to—" you pause.

His eyebrows raise, your heart beats faster.

Can he report you for harassment over this? It was just a handshake— be pretty fucked up if he could.

It would be pretty fucked up if he couldn't, too. Damn.

He probably should report you.

He won't.

"Kiss you?"

The words feel like bile in your mouth.

Or are you about to puke?

"That's not a question. I did not mean to phrase that as a question." You attempt to repair quickly. "I did not want to kiss you."

Oh that sounds plan rude!

"Or, er— you know what I mean."

You blink at him. How long have you been talking?

"Are you done, Lieutenant-Commander?"

You stay quiet, and after a few moments, you realize that it's a genuine question.

"You can— you can call me Doctor. And yes. Sorry."

He nods. "Doctor. It was a mistake. It is of no consequence, and does not alter my opinion of you."

You nod, anxiety not fading. You do, however, remember to breathe.

"Can I make it up to you?" Is your timid reply. You find that Spocks eyebrows can reach impressive heights.

"I suppose so. However, I do not see a reason that 'making it up to me' is needed."

You let out a breathy chuckle after a long moment of silence, and it does good to ease the tightness in your chest.

"Okay." You breathe. "When... do you have time?"

Spock doesn't take any time to think. "Tonight would be sufficient."

You nod. "My quarters."

He nods.

"Okay, you'll probably have to add another bead, so it'll fit. Let me—" you shift closer to him, taking a look at the bracelet in his hand. "—look at it."

It's only slightly too small for him, now. He'd decided to use the small glass bead in an elaborate pattern of rust, royal blue and copper. You had used the large plastic beads, and jokingly put an S bead on the bracelet. Baby blue.

"I do not see the point in making bracelets, Doctor."

You laugh. He's been happily putting beads on a string. He'd taken around ten minutes just choosing colours.

"Only idea I could come up with, really. Part of human culture."

You lean over, shoulder bumping his. "Okay, that looks good. Can I check it?"

Spock's eyebrow twitches. "Yes. That is agreeable."

"Alrighty." You gently grab each end of his bracelet, and he sticks his hand out. You bring the bracelet up, cupping his wrist like a U.

"Huh." You huff, scooting forward. "Okay, yeah, that's good. Want me to tie it?"

You glance up, making eye contact with Spock. The green of his face makes your eyebrows crease, but his face stays impassive.

He nods.

You promptly begin tying the bracelet, tearing your gaze away from his.

Once you have it double knotted, you reach over to the table, retrieve the scissors, and grab his hand.

Once you've snipped the excess, you hide the knot under a bead.

"Doctor."

You hum. "Yes?"

When looking to Spock, you are met only by his unwavering stare and green cheeks. No words.

Your gaze travels down, your hand holding his.

"Oh fuck me."

"That does seem to be the message you are sending, Doctor."

#star trek spock #spock x reader #tos spock #aos spock #vulcan kiss

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onwhatcaptain · 3 months

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hello I am doing such a bad job at sharing occasional chapter previews from my k/s novel consistently so here's one from last week

“I beg your pardon, Doctor?” “At Spock’s wedding,” he says. “You weren’t there. Matter of fact, you weren’t there for decades. So what if my mind, my grief is loud? Maybe yours should be louder. I was there for him and as a matter of fact, it smarts like hell and I’ll be damned if I apologize for that.” “You speak of things you do not understand, Doctor,” Sarek says with considerable acid. “I suggest you hold your tongue.” And now he’s in too deep to back out. He’s embarrassing himself and he doesn’t care. “Do I? Is that condescension because I’m the species you couldn’t stand your son being half?”

If you want to know why McCoy is arguing with Sarek, my fic "I Shall Do Neither" is here at AO3. <3

I Shall Do Neither (102548 words) by onwhatcaptain Chapters: 18/26 Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Heavy Angst, Loss of Control, Psychological Trauma, Mutual Pining, Five Year Mission (Star Trek), Episode: s02e05 Amok Time, Post-Episode: s02e05 Amok Time, Pon Farr, Pon Farr Aftermath (Star Trek), Unresolved Sexual Tension, Friendship, Grief, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Unreliable Narrator, Vulcan Biology, Tarsus IV (Star Trek), Vulcan Mind Melds, Non-Linear Narrative, Storytelling Through Vignettes, Missing Scenes Between Episodes, Plot, Cover Art, Canon Divergence, Digital Art, Illustrations, In spite of the description Kirk features heavily in this novel Summary: In the wake of the kal-if-fee on Vulcan, Kirk is dead. When T’Pau tells Spock to live long and prosper, he knows he shall do neither. This is a story about men who love each other, and the lengths they will go to for one another. - Foolish, he thinks. I have been a fool. How he had wanted so desperately to prove his Vulcan side. How all his life it had felt like a performance, and yet, to be finally subject to the most Vulcan thing of all destroyed him. The stripping of logic. All sense torn from him. His carefully constructed barriers had collapsed like a flimsy house of cards. To be granted his wish this way was a type of mockery. How he had wanted to be fully Vulcan. To prove that the blood which runs through his veins was not so human. How wanting had been better than having. - This story is told in two parts across 25 chapters, and will be updated on Sundays.

#I hope people don't mind me posting about and sharing my fic #I worked really hard on this fic so it is my baby #Moving on to other projects after this will be amazing but this novel will always hold a special place in my heart #spirk #spirk fic rec #kirk x spock #star trek #star trek tos #leonard bones mccoy #sarek #I probably won't preview the later chapters for spoiler reasons

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hoochieblues · 4 months

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tagged for a last line written by @aria-i-adagio (ty!) and... there has been very little writing. But, because 'tis the season, and because the second round eds will be continuing for another three million years until I get time to finish them, here's a whole ass excerpt from the Valentine's lottery chapter of The Fountain and the Nightjar (title? title!! ...title...?) which is one of the latest to get _FINAL-final(2)_FINALFINAL appended to the scriv subdoc heading. Yay!

My brain is fried today so I forget who's actively doing these rn, but tagging with love and no pressure @faux-fires, @dreadfutures and @highwayphantoms. If you would like to consider yourself tagged, please do so. :)

For context: I'm admitting it now... TFANT is basically Georgian noir. This chapter takes place in the story's equivalent of a smoky jazz club (lol), i.e. a molly house run by an old dandy and his toyboy abolitionist husband. A Valentine's lottery was basically like secret Santa, but for V-Day gifts and/or 'dates.' Also, if you need the historical primer, molly houses were the gay bars of their time (c.1700-1820-ish) but more 'lowkey local institution' than 'hot 'n' cruisey clubland.' Similarly, 'maiden names' were queer nicknames or alter egos, closer to C20th Polari/camp slang than, say, a femme persona associated exclusively with drag (or allied to gender identity). I pulled a lot from primary sources, so not only is much of the book based on real(ish) people's lives, I've also got a... uh. lot. of research material on C18th queer culture. It is interesting as all hell, so I have to cut myself off before I digress.

Behold, my protagonist, thrust into that most chilling of scenarios: a social event. Gasp.

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The exchange of gifts began, Julius intoning the names and matching the lottery couples together. Sukey Hackabout, a heavy, round-cheeked man of about five and thirty, was Valentine to Kingston Sally, part-time barman at the Green Dragon Inn, who had a faint Jamaican accent and a sweetly gentle smile. He presented Sukey with a painted paper fan, to much delight, and ‘Cupid’ held up his arms in triumph at the evening’s first official kiss.

“There, now!” Julius cried, taking the hands of his next victims. “Who braves the little god’s barb, eh? Molly Irons, with arms like Vulcan—”

Molly, a thickset, well-muscled blacksmith, unsurprisingly a popular fixture of the house, looked a little embarrassed at the catcalls, but preened all the same.

“—and Miss Guzzle herself, Susie Crimson. Who has to wonder what a gift’s in store here, indeed!”

Susie was a slender, unassuming young man at first glance, fair-haired and freckled, but utterly notorious for a single-minded interest, and talent. Molly offered Susie a small gift wrapped in brown paper. She tore it open, revealing a neatly wrought pair of polished shoe buckles which, judging by the shy pride in Molly’s face, she’d made herself. Somewhere among the bawdy comments and whistles, Susie looked genuinely flattered, and they smiled at each other as Julius set them palm-to-palm.

“There, now, and who first feels love’s sting? The poet says ‘Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven—’” Julius paused just long enough to glance over at Lippy with a wink. “—and a hell, / Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell.’ But what do we say? What do we say? Take the first, and damn the rest! Now, who’s next?”

The company’s laughter and applause spilled over into cheers. In the corner, Kit had wrapped his arms around Oliver’s waist and stood behind him, chin on his shoulder and soft words in his ear as they watched the festivities unfold. Ollie’s nerves appeared to be giving way to glassy-eyed wonder. Someone had brought out a fiddle and, as Julius continued with the lottery, the first drawn-out note of a folk song rang out in warning.

“Barnfield,” Lippy confided to Will, topping off both their glasses before apparently remembering it was the watered brandy they were drinking. He sneered at the decanter as he put it down, but took a sip anyway. “One of the great poets. Aside from the classics, of course.”

“Of course,” Will agreed dutifully. “I know how you cleave unto Ovid.”

“Oh, shove your claws back in, Miss Kitten. Naughty puss don’t get no cream.”

Will snorted into his glass. Such a prospect seemed distant enough anyway.

Lippy tilted his head. A question seemed to waver behind his eyes until he shook it off and touched Will’s sleeve. “Well, you’re here, at least. I confess, I’d rather hear you hissing than not hear you at all, my dear.”

Will dredged up a smile, but could find nothing to say. The brandy barely softened the taste of guilt. The fiddle sawed into his brain, and he wondered how soon he could slip away without seeming more of a churl than he already felt. Julius called the names of another set of Valentines—Sal Draper, who was here with his long-time love, Russian Mary, matched to an older man who went by Queen Hook—and Will eyed the door, intent on fixing his escape route before any dancing threatened to begin.

#tfant tag #original bathtub hooch

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trek-tracks · 2 years

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I posted 553 times in 2022

261 posts created (47%)

292 posts reblogged (53%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@trek-tracks

@fireinmywoods

@onsomekindofstartrek

@dduane

@oddthesungod

I tagged 552 of my posts in 2022

#star trek - 525 posts

#star trek tos - 381 posts

#leonard mccoy - 328 posts

#jim kirk - 280 posts

#bones mccoy - 237 posts

#spock - 211 posts

#star trek aos - 166 posts

#captain kirk - 162 posts

#tumblr things - 60 posts

#things i found on tumblr - 58 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#spock inventing a new method of storing coffee so that mccoy and kirk can have fresh coffee is just such a lovely detail thank you diane

My Top Posts in 2022:

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Realizing that Amok Time, from T'Pring's perspective, is basically the equivalent of a Vulcan Hallmark Movie, where a holiday (Pon Farr) makes our hero realize she wants hometown boy Stonn and a simple (Vulcan) life instead of big-city (space) boyfriend Spock, and it all comes to a head in an embarrassing misunderstanding in front of her family, is certainly making me feel some kind of way

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Why does this in all seriousness look like the poster for a comedy where an environmentalist activist hermit targets a rich asshole’s yacht club party and then it turns out they’re actually long-lost twins

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My #1 post of 2022

Star Trek craft book, I am begging you to describe this craft project in literally any other combination of words

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #star trek #of course it's goddamn kirk and spock peg people #why. why did that one get so popular #i mean i know why but #i am happy to see my pietaing post there though #and mystified by the chris pine one that's somehow gotten more than 15k notes since MONDAY #seriously #my only consolation is that it may actually overtake kirk and spock peg people #by the end of the year

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tinderbox210 · 2 years

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I think you already know who I'm gonna ask for the shipping meme💗

I think I have an idea 😄 so here we go with La'an/Spock:

Gives nose/forehead kisses: Spock, due to the height difference. La’an likes to nibble at his neck when she can reach it.

Gets jealous the most: Both, but they show it in different ways. Spock’s more subtle and petty, hiding his jealousy behind false logic, while La’an is more straight forward and makes it very clear when someone is making the wrong moves on her Spock.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Spock, since he can’t really get drunk but he doesn’t mind since drunk La’an can be quite adorable - which he would never tell her to her face.

Takes care of on sick days: Both like to pretend they’re fine until one has to drag the other to sickbay. They will make sure the other is treated well and won’t take no for an answer.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: La’an. She can be very persuasive when she wants to, making her able to out-logic and sweettalk Spock into almost anything.

Gives unprompted massages: Spock, since touch is so important and intimate to Vulcans. He’s very attentive to La’an physical needs.

Drives/rides shotgun: They take turns depending on the occasion / mission requirements and they’re both pretty good pilots, Ortegas would be proud.

Brings the other lunch at work: Spock. He’s a gentleman and it’s important to him that La’an’s happy and healthy.

Has the better parental relationship: La’an did have a great relationship to her parents which is why she grieves their death so hard. She doesn’t really care about Sarek and doesn’s shy away from giving him a piece of her mind, but Amanda adores her since she thinks La’an and Spock are a strangely perfect fit.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Neither. They love to tease each other but don’t need role-play to have fun.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Spock. He barely gets intoxicated but when he does, oh dear, he’s the most embarrassing dancer... and he may be smashing one or two Klingon operas too.

Still cries watching Titanic: Neither, but they’d argue over the logic and logistics of the ending, both coming to the conclusion that the door would have carried both Rose and Jack.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Neither. Spock really doesn’t understand the logic of couples costumes and La’an would rather die than wearing a stupid costume - she likes to wear Spock’s shirts though.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Neither. Spock knows the real value of gifts is their meaning and not the price tag. La’an hates shopping so she gifts Spock in other ways 😁

Makes the other eat breakfast: Spock. He even tends to cook for La’an, again because her happiness and health are very important to him. A happy La’an means a happy Spock!

Remembers anniversaries: Both, but Spock remembers the date down to the second like a walking day planner which La’an finds endearing and annoying at the same time.

Brings up having kids: Could be either of them. For both it’s important to be on the same page and honest with each other once their relationship gets serious, but neither are in a rush to start a family with their mutual devotion to Starfleet being a priority.

Thank you so much for the ask. Loved being able to ramble about them.

#meme #answered #la'an x spock #star trek: strange new worlds #la'an noonien singh #spock

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ao3feed-spirk · 2 years

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Fuckmageddon - Or, That One Time Nero Made Everyone Horny To Prove a Point

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41251794

by Naughty_Vulcan

“Jim, no. You cannot refer to this event as The Fuckening.” Bones said.

“Can we call it the Fuckpocalypse?” Jim asked. “Or the Fucktastrophe?”

“How about you show some basic decency in the face of a horrible, embarrassing, disaster?” Bones suggested.

“Alright, it’s settled. We’ll call it Fuckmageddon.”

When Starfleet answers Vulcan's distress call, instead of finding a Romulan mining ship, they discover the entire planet is enveloped in a mysterious green pheromone gas for unknown purposes. Spock deduces the truth early—that this gas is triggering pon farr in all its adult male inhabitants. But he does not know why, and given Vulcan taboos about the subject, he is reluctant to share this fact with the rest of the crew. Eventually, however, he is forced to buckle as the situation becomes more dire. And as more facts come to light, Spock begins to suspect revealing the truth of pon farr to the entire Federation populace was the intended purpose of this attack all along.

Words: 9252, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 24 of AU-Gust 2022

Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Nero (Star Trek), Ayel (Star Trek), Christopher Pike, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock Prime, Vulcan Characters (Star Trek), Romulan Characters (Star Trek), Original Characters

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Christopher Pike, Christopher Pike & Spock

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crack Treated Seriously, Mad Scientist!Nero, Science Officer James T. Kirk, questionable science, Vulcan Biology, Pon Farr, Vulcan Telepathy, Vulcan is Not Destroyed, Accidental Bonding, Enemies to Lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Vulcan Mind Melds, Uhura and Spock Never Dated in this Universe, Human Xenophobia Against Vulcans, Dubious Consent, Explicit Sexual Content, Eventual Smut, Anal Sex, Blood, Decapitation, Stabbing, POV Third Person, Nero POV, POV James T. Kirk, AU-gust 2022, this is so nutty what was I thinking, Fuck Or Die, Mystery, Dramatic Irony, Kirk wants to Fuck Spock so bad it makes him look stupid, Minor Character Death, as in a lot of minor characters die, mostly from lirpa related injuries, sorry I have a dark sense of humor, Vulcan-Romulan Relations, vulcans are descended from felines, Nero's Incursion Increased Xenophobia Against Vulcans, Dadmiral Christopher Pike, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, estimated wordcount: 50K

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41251794

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #spirk

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incorrect-galavant · 7 months

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okay I was never in the spn fandom so I never learned all the acronyms people throw around for their favorite fics over there 😂

which one is ack?

ACK is A Complete Kingdom by komodobits!! destiel horror case fic about a town in maine. first time i read it i was on the train going to school & had to put my phone away because it made me feel so crazy. like repeating to myself Oh my god. Oh my god. it's set after cas becomes human & sam just finished the trials. & well. The graphic violence/main character death/Severe Depersonalization & Unreality tags are not lying

other favorite fic ever is Graduate Vulcan for Fun and Profit which is like. aos star trek fic about grief & love & jim kirk being a secret linguistic genius. makes me feel crazy for different reasons than ACK but i feel crazy nonetheless. there was a not unserious part of me considering using a line from it as my yearbook quote but 1. that's so embarrassing & 2. it would make no sense to anyone but Me. went with an angels in america quote instead

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el-im · 3 years

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And here it is, our final night alive And as the earth runs to the ground Oh girl, it's you that I lie with As the atom bomb locks in

#re: xindi crisis...#music #trip #the Vulcan science directorate has determined that time travel is impossible #love making my own audio posts so i dont embarrass myself w my tags on other people stuff #anyway. give this the standard 7 secs to start #anyway i have a lot of feelings abt nuclear war #that are based on .. me being japanese and also on. dr strangelove being one of my favorite movies #its a real mixing pot of thoughts/feelings that vary in political to romantic (thinking abt that man who just. laid with his wife in bed #when hawaii mistakenly got sent that 'there's a bomb coming' alert and him saying that it wasn't a magnificent decision to make #to lay in bed next to his wife #that he made that decision a long time ago #and this was just one of the ways it manifested itself...)

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spocksbedsidemanner · 4 years

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Finally got my antenna set up and the first thing on H&I is Journey to Babel 💚💜💚

#bedside manner personal #Amandaaaaaaaa #spak you so naughty letting your captain embarrass himself in front of his future inlaws like that #sarek you not getting anymore smooches if you keep being rude #naughty children #a TEDDY BEAR?!?#boys ily #*inhuman squeaking* SAREK YOU KNOW YOU FUCKIN LOVE HER #imma just keep liveblogging in the tags yes #'and payment is usually expensive' lol #the idea that vulcans do not express emotions is false #they are in fact full of Sass™#poor Bones hard to get a word in edgewise between two sciencey vulcans #Amanda's pink pants and red fuzzy poncho outfit looks so comfy #tbh Amanda Spock is right #Sarek would be very Vulcan disappointed in him #if he prioritized his dad over the ship #now it's time for a very 60s bitchslap #why do so many 60s shows like to slap ppl...#Kirk you such a good friend #so dumb so good #how much you wanna bet this 'logic logic' 'emotional isn't she'#sass off happened a lot in the S'chn T'gai household growing up #just like me and my seester sassin each other and trying to drag mom into it #mom just goes 'eh you're both adults now you can take it' lol #lov that Bones gets to be boss at the end #his final form #dang i love this show #i forget how much i love it sometimes #bedside rambles

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bumblingbabooshka · 9 months

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A Klingon and a half Vulcan discuss childhood dreams.

#Ehergha #S'veyk #beas ocs #klingon oc #vulcan oc #star trek ocs #comix #S'veyk and Ehergha are traveling to Ehergha's family's home so they can all meet her for the first time #and Ehergha mentioned that the caves might be confusing and S'veyk said that actually she used to play in caves all the time as a kid -#Vulcan has a lot of them. Ehergha didn't know that! That's how this conversation starts #S'veyk & her sister didn't have a good start to life but then Sek fostered & adopted them and things turned around!#Ehergha doesn't like hearing about it bc it makes him SO upset to hear how she was treated but also wants to hear about it bc means learnin #more about her...basically he doesn't want her to misunderstand his anger (she understands perfectly~)#S'veyk smiles usually only when people aren't looking so she doesn't get comments about it. Typically doesn't emote though (feels no desire #but Ehergha....<3 she likes him so he makes her smile every so often.#//implied abuse #bea art tag #the family meeting goes well btw! Ehergha gets embarrassed to death bc his family is like /FINALLY/ WE GET TO MEET YOU!!!#AFTER ALL THE LETTERS AND RAMBLING CALLS!!!

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 3 years

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I‘m Always Curious Part Thirty Six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Good Man Part 2

Hinawa Takehisa x Reader SFW No set timeline New relationship

“Ouch!” The woman yelped and rubbed her hip, that was the fourth time Hinawa had shot her in the same spot, he dulled the shots right down so they hurt but didn’t pierce the skin, she was one of the four left in his sadistic game of tag. The team had to get to the flag without the Lieutenant shooting them, they were all failing badly, Shinra and Tamaki sat in the corner to the side with their arms crossed, red marks just between their eyes - Headshots were an instant disqualification.

They had a little further to go, Maki was the closest and Arthur couldn’t stand to wait anymore so he bolted, a speech about his Knight King skills being cut short by a gunshot, he slumped off and the other woman took the chance to summon Sputter using what was left of an earlier ignition by Shinra earlier,, she grew the little fireball bigger and bigger, dodging bullets and launching a counter-attack. With Maki leading the way, Y/N and Vulcan rushed in behind her, the red-haired youth would have made it if he hadn’t have been shot in the knee and fallen into Maki - The large Sputter lost it’s shape and burst, much to Maki’s dismay. Y/N’s eyes widened as the orange and yellow flames spread out, she was in full protective gear but it made her retreat and huddle behind a makeshift barrier. She had to remember to breathe, she forced herself to calm down, it was okay, it was controlled fire, Maki wouldn’t let that happen. Steeling herself she forced herself to her feet and round the corner, right into the barrel of Hinawa’s handgun, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for him to shoot her.

“I’m not cruel enough to shoot you at point-blank range. You’re disqualified.” Hinawa holstered his weapon and told everyone to hit the showers. They had failed the task but it was valuable training, the Lieutenant could already see them all reviewing where they had gone wrong and he knew they’d do better in the morning. “Y/N, you’re on clean up duty after dinner.”

Washing up duty, her least favourite but she nodded regardless. Hinawa still made her nervous, he had been around a lot more since her meeting with Obi and the Lieutenant two weeks earlier, she wasn’t sure if he was watching her out of concern or looking for mistakes. It had to be the former because she knew he was a kind man. Even if he looked ready to murder at any given moment. Y/N was getting better at reading the man’s micro-expressions, she glanced at him discreetly, his eyes still held an amber hue from using his ability throughout the training, he seemed pleased with them though. Finding a reason to delay her shower, she headed in after Maki and Iris had finished, she had never showered with them before and they were kind enough not to pry into it, Maki told her once not to be so shy and Y/N wasn’t about to tell her it wasn’t the case. The evening passed quickly - Paperwork had to be done and then they all sat down to eat. The table as lively as ever, “Aren’t you hot, Y/N?”

“Hmm?” She looked up from her food and shook her head at Arthur’s question, “Not really.”

“I’ve never seen you without your jumpsuit all done up. Even when it’s really warm weather.” Shinra elbowed him from the side, “What? I’m just saying…”

“It’s okay, I just prefer to be covered, it’s a pain to wash the oil off of my skin all the time - we can’t all get away with being dirty all the time.”

“Rude,” Vulcan said as she realised he was talking about him. “I’m always welding, besides, the oil slides right off me.” They fell into a new subject but Y/N noticed that she was being watched, she turned her head a little and she met Hinawa’s gaze, heat began to rise in her cheeks and she looked away nervously. She missed the slight frown on the Lieutenant’s lips, the man was disappointed that she was still frightened of him.

It was always two of them that washed up after, Y/N passed Obi the last dish and washed her hands, “Done!”

Obi dried it and placed it back in the cupboard, “We certainly eat a lot.” The Captain clicked on the kettle and pulled out three cups, “How’s it been, Y/N? Hinawa told me that you handled yourself well in training earlier.”

“I froze,” She admitted and passed him the coffee.

“But you got yourself under control and got up.”

“Straight into his line of fire…” She liked washing up with the Captain, he always made a decent coffee and he was pleasant to chat with afterwards.

Obi poured the boiling water, “You can’t take a compliment at all, can you?” He snorted at her shrug and handed her a cup, “You know, Hinawa doesn’t give praise lightly… he’s not a bad guy, I know he seems prickly and serious, that’s just him, he’s not as emotive as everyone else but he’s a -”

“He’s a kind man. I know, Captain… Don’t think I haven’t noticed it.” She hit his bicep lightly, the muscle hard as stone, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to set us up either - you’re not skilled at it.”

“You say that,” he grinned, “But someone has to take this coffee to Hinawa and I’m pulling rank, off you go, Y/N”

— -

Grumbling under her breath, the coffee cup in her hand, Y/N headed down the hall toward the office. Inside was still a mountain of paperwork, everyone else had retired for the night but Hinawa would no doubt be still at it. But she didn’t hear the clicking of the keys on his laptop and nor could she see his hat peaking up over the paper piles, “Lieutenant?” She found him on the other side, his cheek resting on his arm where he seemed to have dozed off, it was unheard of and Y/N set his coffee down quietly before sliding the laptop over to herself and saving his work.

He looked so peaceful laying there that Y/N wasn’t sure whether to wake him or not, he would end up with a sore back and neck ache if he stayed there… He would be better going to bed, “Sir…” Y/N whispered, her hand hovering over his shoulder but not yet touching him, “Lieutenant Hinawa… Sir.” Her hand rested on the back of his shoulder and suddenly her entire world was turning, she felt pressure on her wrist from where the man was pulling and then the touch softened, she landed gentler than expected. Her eyes met his and Y/N realises she was laid across his lap, his hand rested on her back to keep her from falling back, “Um… Did…did I startle you?”

“You’re lucky I realised it was you or you’d be pinned to the floor.” Hinawa adjusted his glasses and sighed, “Did you need something?”

“I was bringing you coffee, then I didn’t want you to sleep at the desk… Lieutenant?” He blinked at her, head tilting slightly in question, “C-Could you let me go now?” He still had hold of her wrist and it was embarrassing being on his lap. Though… she couldn’t help but stare a little at his face. Hinawa was handsome, his hand was warm on her back and she realised that her hand had been resting on his chest - his strong, defined… Y/N pulled her hand away awkwardly.

He caught it quickly and before the woman knew it she could feel his lips on hers, soft but insistent. He pulled away reluctantly, “Sorry, Y/N.” Hinawa knew she didn’t like him regularly but with her so close, with her looking at him like she could like him a little, he hadn’t been able to resist. Hands cupped his jaw and Y/N pressed a shy kiss to his mouth. It was all the man needed to deepen the kiss, his hand on her back brought her closer to his body and his hat fell to the floor as Y/N combed her fingers through his hair. He was so aware of her against him, relaxed for once and a comfortable weight as she leaned in further. Hinawa’s lips left hers reluctantly, he could have kissed her all evening but then his lips were moving down to her throat, sucking a light mark into her skin whilst her hands unzipped the top half of his jumpsuit and pushed it down over his arms to his waist.

Hinawa was about to return the favour, his fingers tugging the zip barely an inch before Y/N tensed and pulled away, “I can’t!” She removed herself from his lap and backed away, her expression was panicked and once more she found it impossible to look Hinawa in the eye, “I’m sorry, so sorry! I… I can’t!”

“It’s okay…” He was a little shocked in all honesty and his guard dropped, his hand hovered slightly as if he wanted to reach for her and his eyes were gentle as he tried not to take it to heart. “It was a little fast, I understand.”

“No,” she whispered and raised her eyes, “You don’t understand, Hinawa. I really like you.”

“What?” The Lieutenant wasn’t expecting that, he thought maybe she got caught up in the moment and was regretting it. She liked him?

Y/N bit her lip and her arms wrapped around herself a little as she shrunk back into the wall, “I don’t want you to see me… I don’t want you to see my burns.” It was what had kept her from doing anything about her crush, every day she had to see the discoloured, gnarled skin on her arm, her thigh, her hip, her stomach and chest and… she was hideous beneath her clothes. “I’m ugly.”

Things clicked into place, the way she always covered up even when it was hot, why she flinched or pulled away when people tried to touch anything but her head, even her reluctance to look him in the eyes most days. She liked him the same way he liked her but she had been frightened of his reaction - Not of Hinawa himself.

He was relieved.

Hinawa stood up and took her hand as he passed her, pulling her out of the office and down the hall toward her room, she didn’t have anyone to share it yet so she had the luxury of a private room. The Lieutenant figured she would be more comfortable in her room than his and when they got there he asked her to let him in. Y/N opened the door and flicked on the light inside, thankful she had tidied it earlier and made the bed. She slept on the bottom bunk and she had used a spare sheet hung from the top bunk to make a sort of curtain. “Lieutenant?”

“Takehisa.” He turned to face her, “Just for now, please, call me by my name.” Hinawa wasn’t good at confessions, he wasn’t good with feelings, they were confusing and messy, they go in the way of things and made life complicated - but he could be allowed this once, to be awkward and confused, right? “I like you, Y/N. From the second I saw you in Company 3 I knew I liked you. I was impressed by your service history, your mechanical skills and the compassion you had despite your entire company mocking you for it. I told you before but after I learned of your injuries, what you had gone through to save lives… being burned alive with no ability to protect you. Overcoming that experience and being strong enough to get up and keep fighting for innocent lives… You’re incredible. You’re brave, you’re strong and you’re beautiful! I don’t care what’s beneath your clothes or what you look like - You’re the most beautiful person I’ll ever meet, Y/N!”

Oh.

Y/N was stunned, her lips parted a little and she could feel her whole body warming up, his sincerity and straightforwardness knocked her off her feet and she didn’t know how to reply… she was happy though, so, so happy to hear those words from him. “Lieu… T-Takehisa…. thank you… thank you…” Tears sprang to her eyes and she pressed the heels of her hands to them, she didn’t want to look so pathetic in front of him. She felt his arms around her again and wrapped hers around his waist as she hit her face in his neck, “I like you too,” She mumbled into his skin, “I just need a little time before I’m ready to show you all of me…” Y/N pulled back just a little so that she could look at him properly, “Can you wait for me?”

“Can I keep kissing you until then?” She answered him by pressing their mouths together and letting her eyes slip shut.

Hinawa was a good man

– -

Obi smiled to himself as he placed Hinawa’s cap on the back of the man’s chair and took the untouched coffee to the kitchen to wash up - And Y/N said he wasn’t skilled at matchmaking.

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Chapter 7 is here! A preview of this week's chapter from my K/S novel

“Meld with me. Please.” Spock is taken aback by the desperation in his voice. He does not move, does not react. “Please, Spock.” Without warning, Kirk grabs his hand. “The act of melding is a personal one,” Spock says stiffly, snatching his hand away and clasping his hands behind his back. “We’ve melded before.” “Under different circumstances.” “I want to show you. I want you to see what I think. What I feel. That I care.” Spock could not allow it, even if he had wanted it. Not after the first meld. Spock had been unable to control the direction of it when he should have been able to. Spock could not accept a scenario in which he did not possess full emotional control. And he does not want it. He does not owe Kirk his mind, his private thoughts. His telepathic abilities were not to be made available for the convenience of others. “You wish to prove your innocence to assuage your guilt. However, your feelings are irrelevant, as I have stated multiple times. You wish to apologize for your own sake when I do not require it, nor clarification.” “You can’t honestly tell me you feel nothing, Spock. I need to show you,” Kirk begs. The abject plea in his voice embarrasses Spock on his captain’s behalf. Such desperation does not befit him. Spock feels his face warm. “I don’t know why.” He shakes his head, the mortification catching up with him. “I feel like I need to.” “I will not,” Spock says slowly, “utilize a mind meld for such emotional and petty trivialities.”

And as always, if you were intrigued by that snippet, you should check out my fic "I Shall Do Neither" here at AO3! Details below.

I Shall Do Neither (38961 words) by onwhatcaptain Chapters: 8/22 Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Heavy Angst, Loss of Control, Psychological Trauma, Mutual Pining, Five Year Mission (Star Trek), Episode: s02e05 Amok Time, Post-Episode: s02e05 Amok Time, Pon Farr, Pon Farr Aftermath (Star Trek), Unresolved Sexual Tension, Friendship, Grief, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Unreliable Narrator, Vulcan Biology, Tarsus IV (Star Trek), Vulcan Mind Melds, Non-Linear Narrative, Storytelling Through Vignettes, Missing Scenes Between Episodes, Plot, Cover Art, Canon Divergence, Digital Art, Illustrations, In spite of the description Kirk features heavily in this novel Summary: In the wake of the kal-if-fee on Vulcan, Kirk is dead. When T’Pau tells Spock to live long and prosper, he knows he shall do neither. This is a story about men who love each other, and the lengths they will go to for one another. - Foolish, he thinks. I have been a fool. How he had wanted so desperately to prove his Vulcan side. How all his life it had felt like a performance, and yet, to be finally subject to the most Vulcan thing of all destroyed him. The stripping of logic. All sense torn from him. His carefully constructed barriers had collapsed like a flimsy house of cards. To be granted his wish this way was a type of mockery. How he had wanted to be fully Vulcan. To prove that the blood which runs through his veins was not so human. How wanting had been better than having. - This story is told in two parts across 21 chapters, and will be updated on Sundays.

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