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anonymousewrites · 1 year

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Logos and Pathos Valentine's Day Special 2023

Spock x Empath! Reader

“I’m sending a package of sweets from that one planet we visited. I think he’s really going to like the new types of fillings for chocolates they invented,” said Sulu to Chekov as he worked. It was an easy day for navigation, so he and Chekov were catching up.

“Sending gifts to your husband?” asked Uhura. “What’s the occasion? Your anniversary is later in the year, I thought.”

Sulu nodded. “It is, but it’s nearly Valentine’s Day on Yorktown Base.” He smiled with the silly look of someone absolutely in love. “And I want my husband to know I’m thinking of him.”

“That’s sweet,” said (Y/N). “But what is Valentine’s Day?”

“I assume a human holiday for couples,” surmised Spock.

Uhura nodded and smiled. “Not everyone celebrates it, but it’s a day where couples get each other gifts to say that they appreciate each other.”

“I would also give gifts to my friends since love can also be platonic,” said Chekov. He grinned. “We gave each other vodka in pink and red bottles in Russia!”

(Y/N) chuckled. “That sounds fun. When is Valentine’s Day?”

“Two solar days from now,” said Sulu.

(Y/N) nodded. “Alright.” They glanced at Spock before purposefully keeping their gaze on Uhura, Sulu, and Chekov. “What type of gifts to people give each other on Valentine’s Day?”

“Vodka,” said Chekov confidently.

Uhura laughed. “Russians give vodka, apparently, but usually people give loved ones cards, sweets, flowers, or jewelry. The jewelry and flowers are typically just for couples, but cards and sweets are pretty common to give to friends, too.” She was hoping (Y/N) or Spock would get the hint and give each other something. She thought it would be a good bonding experience for them and help push them together. “You can also just give someone something you know they specifically would appreciate.”

Sulu nodded. “And then couples go out to dinner or something to have a date together.”

Uhura smiled. “Right.”

Spock raised an eyebrow. “Fascinating.”

“That’s a nice holiday,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “The feeling of love feels nice to me, too, as an empath, so I think I’d like this holiday.”

Uhura frowned as they turned away. Neither seemed pushed to do anything. Fine. I’ll get the Captain and Dr. McCoy to help me, then.

“Captain Kirk? Dr. McCoy?” asked Uhura, walking into Sickbay.

“Yes, Lieutenant, is something the matter?” asked Kirk.

Uhura spoke plainly. “We all want (Y/N) and Spock to get together, right?”

Bones and Kirk were a little surprised but nodded. “Yeah, they’re little dance is getting annoying,” muttered Bones. “Plus (L/N) mellows Spock enough to be tolerable.”

Kirk smiled. “They’re definitely good together. Why?”

“Valentine’s Day is in two solar days,” explained Uhura. “Sulu, Chekov, and I explained the holiday to them, but neither seems like they’re going to do anything. I was thinking we could set them up on a little date?”

Kirk grinned. “Lieutenant, I think that’s a great idea.”

Bones smirked. “The hobgoblin is gonna love this.”

“Spock? Did you get a call from Uhura to come down here as well?” asked (Y/N) curiously as they bumped into him outside a briefing room.

Spock raised an eyebrow. “The Captain ordered me to meet him down here.”

(Y/N) furrowed their brow. “That’s weird.”

“Indeed,” agreed Spock.

“Should we go in still?” asked (Y/N).

“In order to figure out why they ‘tricked’ us, yes,” said Spock. He pressed a button and the door slid open.

“Oh,” said (Y/N).

The meeting room had little fairy lights strung up and some nice food on the table with classical music playing in the background. It was the perfect setting for a date aboard the ship.

“I…I think they’re a little excited about Valentine’s Day,” said (Y/N), turning pink.

“It appears so,” said Spock. “And we are—We are not a couple.” He stumbled slightly over his words because, of course, he wanted to be a couple. He was in love with (Y/N).

“Right. We’re not,” said (Y/N), their voice similarly strained as they imagined the pleasant idea of dating Spock. They looked at Spock shyly. “But, uh, wouldn’t it be a waste to ignore their hard work?”

Spock nodded. “Logically, we should still make use of this room, and I do not know a couple which could take our place.”

“Me neither,” said (Y/N). “So I guess we should go on this, uh, date.”

“Well, then, shall we?” Spock raised his elbow. “I believe it is polite to escort one’s ‘date’ to the table.” (Y/N) smiled and took it. Spock’s heart fluttered as the heat of their skin bled through his shirt.

“Such a gentleman,” they teased as Spock escorted them to the table and they sat. “I suppose I’m lucky to have such a date.”

“I as well,” said Spock.

(Y/N)’s face turned bright red at the instantaneous reply from him. “I think dates are also supposed to compliment each other,” they said, slightly nervous. “And I know we’re not really dates, but Uhura said that friends can celebrate Valentine’s Day too, so don’t worry about this being weird or anything, I just—”

“(Y/N),” said Spock, his voice steady and calming. “I will never judge you for your words.”

“Right. Right, you wouldn’t.” (Y/N) cleared their throat. “I just wanted to say that I really value your friendship. You mean a lot to me, Spock. And I know you’re not one for emotions, but I just need you to know that I care about you. You’re my dearest friend.”

Spock’s cheeks turned slightly green in a Vulcan blush at (Y/N)’s kind words. His control over his emotions was really being challenged by them. “I, too, value your company,” said Spock. “I have never had many friends, but I am glad that you are one of them. I am very glad.”

(Y/N) smiled, their golden eyes gazing at him gently. “Thank you, Spock. That’s very kind.”

Spock shook his head. “No, it is merely the truth.”

“Even better, then,” said (Y/N). They cleared their throat in order to avoid the sweep of their own emotions. “Well, uh, would you like some wine? I think Kirk stole some of Scotty’s.”

Spock nodded. “I will have a glass. It will not impair my faculties.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Alright, then.”

And so (Y/N) and Spock enjoyed their first date together.

As friends, of course. Only friends.

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hummingbird-of-light · 2 months

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In Our Favor

Part 97

McCoy

McCoy blinked his eyes and grumbled as the alarm went off in the morning. He went to stretch an arm to turn it off, but found his movements hampered by the Scotsman lying halfway across him. Scotty groaned as McCoy pushed gently at his shoulder.

“Wake up darlin’.”

Scotty murmured something in Gaelic as he rolled away. McCoy took a deep breath as the weight lifted from him, and kept a small laugh to himself. He got the alarm turned off and rolled back over next to Scotty.

“Come on,” he said, bringing his lips close to Scotty’s ear. He ran a hand up and down Scotty’s back. “We stay like this we’ll fall back asleep and miss class,” he said quietly.

Scotty let out a loud breath, and rolled over to face the prince.

“Fine.”

“Join me in the shower and I’ll make it worth it,” McCoy whispered before meeting Scotty’s mouth with his own.

He pulled away and threw back the covers before getting up. He grinned down at his husband still lying in the bed. Neither had bothered with pajamas after they had worn each other out the night before, and McCoy could see Scotty’s eyes looking him over. In fairness, he was looking over what he could see of Scotty’s body as well.

“I’ll get the water on and you can come heat it up.” He gave Scotty a wink before turning for their bathroom.

As they walked to their usual table for breakfast McCoy looked around at the other cadets filling the room.

“Has Aporal heard anything back yet?” he asked quietly as he caught sight of Francis Kinnear.

“Don’t think so,” Scotty frowned. “I hope they find something.”

“Morning guys!” Cora greeted them as they sat. Her smile was bright.

“You’re always here first,” McCoy said as he sat across from her.

“I’ve always been an early bird,” Cora replied. She shrugged. “Declan too.”

“Len likes his sleep,” Scotty grinned. “He’s a real sleeping beauty.”

“Hey!” McCoy protested with a laugh. “You’re the one who didn’t want to get up today!”

“I learned it from ye love,” Scotty chuckled. Cora laughed as McCoy rolled his eyes.

“There’s Aporal,” Cora said as she lifted a hand and waved at the Andorian. “He seemed… nicer?… At dinner yesterday.”

McCoy looked over his shoulder and saw Aporal getting his food.

“I think he’s realizing he can’t get rid of us so easily,” McCoy smiled. As he turned back he met eyes with Eugene, who smiled and waved. McCoy waved back.

“He seems to enjoy us even if he doesn’t want to show it,” Cora said.

“Uh oh,” Sulu said a little bit later after more of their friends had sat down with them.

“What?” Uhura asked.

“Looks like the old married couple is at it again,” he replied and pointed across the hall. Jaylah and Chekov had entered together.

“The what?” Aporal asked.

McCoy hid a smile behind his coffee cup. Had that been a jealous note in the boy’s question.

“Those two fight like cats and dogs,” Christine said in a tired voice. “It’s always the same and neither ever wins.”

“Len said someday they’d be married and having the same argument,” Scotty explained.

“Oh,” said Aporal in acknowledgment. He looked down at his tray and poked his fork at his food.

McCoy caught Scotty’s eye and raised an eyebrow. He could see his husband hiding a smile too.

“They argued about that too,” Uhura added with a smile.

A few minutes later the pair sat down.

“I am right! I am always right!” Chekov said as he sat down.

“No!” Jaylah replied loudly. “Ugh! You are ignorant! That’s what you are!”

“Are you going to take his name?” Jim asked with a wide grin.

“What?” Jaylah asked, whipping her head to look at him.

“Of course not,” Sulu told Jim. “She’ll make him take hers.”

“We’re not getting married!” Chekov and Jaylah yelled at the same time, both glaring up the table at their friends.

Jim and Sulu howled with laughter as the others chuckled.

“Enough,” said Keenser.

“Yeah,” Aporal muttered under his breath.

McCoy bumped his knee into Scotty’s and looked at him questioningly. Had he heard that comment?

Part 98

Scotty

Scotty couldn't tell for sure if Aporal really was jealous or if he was simply tired of people fighting. The Andorian had claimed that he wasn't into Jaylah, but maybe he just didn't know what it felt like to have a crush on someone. Maybe he'd never been in love before.

Anyhow, Scotty just hoped that with Aporal being more friendly towards Jaylah their arguing about the project would come to an end.

"The local papers published an article about an interview," Cora quite obviously tried to change the subject and she looked at Leonard.

The prince chuckled softly.

"That was fast. I thought that it would take a little longer for everything to get written and approved."

"You don't search for articles about you every morning, Prince?" Aporal asked, a smirk forming on his face.

"It's Leonard. And no, I mostly try to ignore whatever is written about me. The palace has an eye out for it and checks all that stuff on how true it is. Though I'd really like to read what Ms. Brandt wrote."

Cora got out her PADD, opened a website and handed it over to Leonard.

"It's really a nice article. You appear very polite and down to earth," she said with a smile and Leonard let his eyes wander over the screen. Scotty who was sitting next to him, read along. His own name was mentioned a few times but it was all written in a friendly and honest way.

Thank goodness! He really had enough of reporters badmouthing them!

They chatted a bit more about articles and journalists before Jim got up from where he was sitting. Spock followed his example.

"So, gotta go now. See y'all at lunch."

With a wave of his hand, Jim headed out of the dining hall. Spock gave their friends a nod before he walked after his boyfriend.

"Yeah, we should all get going," Uhura said, looking at the clock. Classes would start very soon and no one wanted to be late.

Scotty was on his way to lunch when he passed one of the engineering labs and heard quiet voices inside. He had worked on a wee project for a course and was now late for lunch, however, he stopped when he recognized the voices.

A quick glance into the lab showed him that he was right.

Francis and some of his friends were gathered inside.

"We have to destroy it or security will find out about what we did," one of the boys hissed. His eyes were wide with fear.

"Are you crazy? We can't destroy it! My father will kill me if he finds out that I took and destroyed his project," another guy answered.

Slowly, Scotty let one hand slide into his pocket. He got out his comm and started a voice record.

"But we can't leave traces!"

"We just have to erase all evidence!"

"That's not enough! If security finds out that a project like that exists, then they'll suspect us right away!"

"Anyone could have stolen it!"

"But-"

"Stop it."

Scotty froze at Kinnear's cold and harsh voice. He was obviously the leader of the group.

"Drake is right. We have to destroy the whole project in order to protect us. But it has to look like an accident."

"So what do you suggest, Francis?" A fourth boy asked.

The group fell silent for a moment until Francis found the words to answer.

"A fire. At night when nobody's inside the labs."

Scotty's eyes widened in shock and he swallowed hardly. They couldn't be serious about that, could they?

"I won't put the labs on fire!"

"No way!"

"Calm down, will you? We won't be the ones to do it. I know some people from before I started studying here. They'll take care of it."

"This is just crazy."

"It'll work out fine. Trust me."

With that, Francis started to leave the lab. Scotty quickly shoved his comm back into his pocket and ran over to the next best lab to hide inside.

He waited for a long moment until he was certain the boys were gone, then he got out of the room.

He had to tell security! Right away! Lunch had to wait.

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thealmightyemprex · 2 years

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Star Trektrospective :Star Trek V The Fianl Frontier

.....So Star Trek V is considered by some the worst film in the franchise.I dunno if I would go that far....But its a mess

Plot:Kirk(William Shatner) is on a mission to save ambassadors of the Federation(David Warner),Klingons (Charles Cooper) and Romulans (Cynthia Gouw) from a cult leader named Sybock (Laurance Luckinbill ),who is a Vulcan who is embraces emotion instead of logic and is searching for the legendery Sh Ka Ree which maybe the home of God(George Murdock )

So I am going to spoil this movie.....Not that it matters,this movie is basically filler

Look this movie is a mess.I dont think it is awful ,I like aspects.....but the movie is just fundamentally broken

As my good friend @ariel-seagull-wings has pointed out the film has various threads that could make their own movie:Kidnapped ambassadors ,Spock reunited with his brother who has embraced emotion , someone taking over the enterprise,a rengade Klingon chasing the heroes and oh yeah ,the SEARCH FOR GOD .....But they are just crammed into this one film and it doesnt work

The biggest issue is the main idea of the film,the Search for God .Now I think that is a brillaint concept for a sci fi movie ,going across the cosmos to touch the hand of the Devine .....Shame that the movie squanders it for three reasons

1.Too ambitious concept ,limited means:So at the finale of the movie we land on Sha Ka Ree and meet God who turns out not to be God but an evil entity .That is all great story stuff and that leads to some great potential for a climax :have the God entity shift reality , change into various forms like a great beast,and since he is an entity the heres would have to either escape him,trap him or find some other clever way to beat this thing.Heck the original concepts were pretty cool,Sha Ka Ree being a alien jungle paradise ,and God having an army of devils and angel like creatures ......Unfortunately budget got in the way:Sha Ka Ree is just a desert with a purple filter , and the army got dialed down to 6 rock monsters....Which was dialed down to one rock monster....Which was dialed down to nothing .The God entity is also very lame in the finished film,just a big glowy Gandalf looking dude who shoots lightning .The climax where his head is chasing Kirk going "ooooooo" is more funny then scary and he's just blown up by Klingons ....Like thats all it took to kill this thing ?

2.Shatner gets surface level but misses the potential:Again this is a movie about potentially meeting God....But there no discussion of religion ,spirituality or the charters personal faiths.We dont get why Sybock is all about meeting God other then "Hey wouldnt it be cool to meet the Almighty ? " .The film is directed by Shatner ,and I get the feeling the topic means a lot to him, similar to how Leonard Nimoys environmentalism was a driving force for Star Trek IV ,but while Nimoys message was clear, Shatners is murky ,I dont know what he is trying to say with this film.....Well other then mocking televangelists and false prophets apparently ...But even thats muddy cause while Sybock is presented as a villain....He really isnt at all ,really feels like any villainous acts he does are plot driven not character driven

3.The toooooone.....Good lord the tone: So I think of a movie about the search for God,I imagine a sweeping epic.....Paramount looked at this and thought "Hey lets make it a comedy !!!"Yup this movie is all about the gags and its ......Jarring .And if they were funny jokes I wouldnt mind but they are...Not.Scotty is hitting his head ,Bones is talking about beans,Chekov and Sulu are lost in the woods,The Enterprise is a mess,burping Klingons ,its....not funny.Also theres just odd scenes like Kirk fighting a cat girl and Uhuras naked fan dance which just confuses me because I cant see Kirk asking Uhura to do that (Also to anyone who is like "Eww people in their 50's are gross".....Grow the fuck up )

The effects arent great ,and I feel bad saying that .The effects house was inexperienced and they only had three months.However I have seen other productions do a lot with less

I sadly dont have a lot to say about the supporting cast,which is a shame cause David Warner is an amazing actor and he does NOTHING in this movie ,and that goes for the other ambassadors too.Todd Bryant and Spice Williams-Crosby play generic evil Klingons ,I honestly forget they are in the movie .Not even the Enterprise crew is that good cause Chekov,Sulu and Uhura are jut under Sybocks control (Kind of ) for a lot of the movie .Scotty has a few good moments.....Oh yeah ,also he and Uhra have a romance in this film,and Its OK ,I kind of forget its in the movie.Also while I dont like the God entity.....I think George Murdock plays it very well transitioning from wise and holy to a sadistic malevolent being

Spock is mixed in this one,we are supposed to believe his loyalties are split which....I dont buy.I wish him being reunited with his brother was a bigger deal .However he gets a great scene near the end

I really dont like Kirk in this film.Shatners performance is fine but the writing .....He is always right ,unshakeable ,one man against many and blah.The main concept of the film,I just dont buy,with Kirks crew turning against him and rightfully Leonard Nimoy and DeForest Kelley called him out on that .This is honestly another big problem I have with the film:In Leonard Nimoys films I get that he understood everyones strengths....I dont get that with Shatner

So yeah I have bitched about this movie.....Now to get what I really love about it .I think Sybock is a great character,though not as developed as he should be .I like that he is misguded byut not evil ,an emotional Vulcan is a great idea and Laurence Luckinbill delivers a truly great performance ,very gregarious and a bit naïve.I think Luckinbill is so great he is worth watching the movie and I really but he truly loves Spock as a brother

The other great performance in this film goes to DeForest Kelley in weirdly possibly his best performance as Bones .All the humor with him works (My favorite being him calling everyone to dinner when everyone is already there ) and he gets one hell of a dramatic scene,where he relives euthanizing his father.This is Kelleys movie

I like a few individual scenes.I love the camping scene where Kirk ,Spock and McCoy are talking about life (And I am in the minority.....But I love them singing Row Row Row Your Boat ),I think the ending is very nice,I like Sybock showing the main trio their pain and Kirk rejecting it ,and I like the initial encounter with the God entity where Sybock and McCoy are in awe of him......Only to find out he is a fake and a sadistic bastard with the best line in the movie:What Does God Need With a Starship ?

My favorite scene however is a small one:The three embassodors see Sha Ka Ree,and each call it their cultures name for Paradise.Its a simple moving moment that I really like

Over all its bad ,ts definately a mess....A mess with genuinely solid moments,and its such a mess I have to reccomend it cause it is so crazy it is a bit of fun to watch

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czarcaustic · 4 months

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thoughts on AOS while I watch AOS for the first time (THERE WILL BE SLANDER)

wow this movie is really butch right off the bat... so much action... so much dousing of every corner of the film in shadow

this couple said "Tiberius is a bad name but naming my 2 second old infant son JIM sounds good" assigned 60 year old man at birth

jim almost going over the cliff... gotta hit every movie cliche -_- also what's with the giant rift on the flat plains of Iowa

BABY SPOOOOCK HIS LITTLE FRECKLES oh noooo

"he has human eyes" omg :'(

WINONA RYDER?

zachary quinto's voice has uuuh... no gravitas, I'm sorry guys. he just does not sound like spock to me

oh lord no, jim.... ssshut up and leave uhura alone!!! this movie is such a product of the 2000s.... cool guy main character bothers a woman as flirtation

omg I am hating the dynamic of Uhura as Cool Popular Girl all these random bros feel the need to jump in and defend because she's so hot? my accidental posse I developed by virtue of being Too Hot

kirk grabbing her boobs... wow this movie is so much worse than I thought it would be. I forgot the 2000s was this sexist, which is crazy because I lived it.

"a peacekeeping armada" bro that's just a "woke" way to say military

ok Bones is pretty good

nooooo why is Jim such a pervert freak

- not only did you violate ze RUles - twirls evil moustache-

Oh I REALLY like this Bones

the sounds the enterprise doors make omg it's like a mouse farting -shoop!-

wha- the computer didn't understand chekov's voice??? couldn't he have just spoken russian ??? what is the motivation for speaking english in the world of the universal translator

ok I assume this is like "ahaha imagine if a person had an accent" humour like man... that joke was already overplayed back then

Spock talks like an evil cat

Nero saying "Hulloh!" so casual when being hailed. Hey guys, how's it hangin'?

sksksk Sulu being like yes sir I have hand to hand combat training like yeah boy, I bet you do

"Kirk you're not cleared to be on this mission and should be at home, that's why I'm selecting you as the person I'll send on an even deadlier mission" make it make sense

that's like a head surgeon being like oh ok since you're not cleared to be in the surgery room why don't you just step up here and help me perform the surgery

Kirk's smirk at Spock when Pike gives him XO..... SHUT UP I HATE YOU NASTY MAN

Chris Pine always looks like he's hiding ice cubes in his cheeks

ngl this movie is boring as fuck

Pike is similar to SNW Pike, if you took everything interesting about Anson Mount's Pike and threw it away

omg what?!? what's with the bit where the guy is having too much fun laughing and being jolly to pull his parachute lmao

omg not a hanging off the edge of a cliff scene AGAIN, I can't take this

it's cute having Chekhov accidentally call Spock Commander instead of Captain

Chekov is a gamer, he can lock on

aw he's so cute.

"enah-jyyyzzze" Spock says while popping a squat... wow he's so gay

Vulcan getting sucked into the black hole really looks like a butthole

ok not to do with the movie but I accidentally just wrote "Vulvan"

Spock: ok guys just gonna record my very personal diary right in the middle of the bridge DON'T FOLLOW ME OUT WHEN I STORM OFF IN A DRAMATIC WAY

oh no Uhura's the best girlfriend

wahahaha tying my enemy up on a big slab and shining a light directly in his face and calling him by his first name, hey wait a moment do you guys hear Ghenghis Khan playing

not Spock quoting that Sherlock Holmes bit about the impossible I thought you were supposed to value logic

good arguing between Kirk and Spock though

did Spock just fucking drop Kirk on an inhospitable planet?!?!

oh my fucking god he's evil!

he really said it is logical to straight up kill this man rather than sedate him ok mr megalomaniac

oh nooo jim crying from spock prime's emotional transference, they have so much chemistry

"so you do feel" ok kirk your spock is like, the most emotional young spock of all, he wears his emotions on his sleeve

I love you bug-eyed alien friend of Scotty's

Scotty's whole shindig would hit harder if every person in this movie wasn't like ohhoho I'm the best guy ever at the thing I do within the span of like, a day

Spock Prime saying he learned to cheat by fucking with timelines from Jim, ah yes you love to see it

oh no Scotty got Charlie and The Chocolate Factoried

Spock being one of the antagonists of this movie is so funny

this fight is cringe.....

the little end intercom sound is the exact same starting note as MGMT's Kids

JIM YOU MADE SPOCK LOOK REALLY BAD IN FRONT OF HIS DAD!!!!!

"omg hiii, are we having a weird voyeurism moment in the transport bay?"

"I want Spock dead NOW!" child demands ice cream

OMG THIRD TIME JIM IS DANGLING BY HIS HANDS OFF A CLIFF, c'mon guys these moments are not good enough to demand the rule of threes

the parallel of Spock taking George Kirk's place as the self-destruct pilot - all to save his beautiful wife... Christopher Pike

Spock Prime just being like ah fuck it I'm not worried about Time Fuckery actually... I just needed to make sure you were gonna learn to love Kirk. we respect him for that

imagine if your future self was like hey I decided I don't care about temporal directives so I'm choosing to meet you but I did care so much about you learning to love and trust my best friend that I set up a scenario which would trauma bond the two of you to ensure you'd be friends and you're just like oh yeah I guess that's a normal situation to have with your platonic bro

Kirk got Captaincy of the Enterprise through uuuh... committing mutiny to save the ship, they were just like yeah ok I guess we'll give this ship to you now instead of it being like, an experience based thing. imagine if that's how it worked in real life.

in conclusion it just ain't my beloved SNW

#star trek #star trek AOS #I'm sorry there is so much AOS slander in this post #I'm not judging though you guys I am a huge fan of media that is Not Good

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pennywaltzy · 2 years

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What Stork Brings (3/?)

And this chapter has an introduction of Pi, Kirk’s cat in this AU (but @greenskyoverme‘s recently passed cat IRL). Enjoy a bit of Spirk fluff and a bit of crew conversation.

What Stork Brings - After Spock and Kirk begin a relationship that gets to the cohabitation stage, they decide to adopt, which is an adventure all on its own. But with the help of their very own Stork, they find the perfect children for their family.

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Stork was scheduled to come the next day, and Spock had to admit he was nervous. They were giving the apartment a thorough cleaning, with My and Pi getting underfoot in the process, with some help from the crew. Finally, the apartment was as clean as it was going to get and everyone had collapsed on various chairs and the sofa.

“The Keptin is finally going to be a real father,” Chekov said, sitting cross-legged on the floor. “He has done a good job raising the crew.”

“With Spock’s help, obviously,” Sulu said. “Being a parent is hard, but I have no doubt these two can handle the job.”

“You’ll let us drop him or her off to play with Demora, right?” Jim asked as Pi sat on his lap. The primarily white cat with a few large patches of dark black and brown fur seemed to be content, butting up against Jim’s hand to get his ears scritched. Pi had remained hidden during most of the cleaning, coming out to hiss at the vacuum cleaner, but now that it was quieter he was enjoying the company of his favorite human.

“Of course, as long as I can drop her off with your kid.” Sulu grinned. “I never thought I’d be talking about kids with you too. I always thought it’d be Spock and Uhura.”

“Well, we just petered out,” Uhura said. “But I do have some news.”

“Oh?” McCoy asked from his spot by the kitchen counter, sitting on a stool there. “Spill.”

“I’m seeing someone. Christine set me up on a blind date and we clicked. He’s a teacher at Starfleet Academy, in the xenolinguistics department.”

“A perfect fit, then,” Spock said with a smile. My was curled up on the back of the couch behind his head, and he picked My up and set her on his lap. My looked miffed for a moment but once Spock started scratching her behind the ears she calmed down.

“Well, not perfect, but not bad.” She turned to Jim. “He knows all about how Spock is my ex and you’re with him now, and he’d like to meet you. His father was on the USS Kelvin and he’s heard tons of stories about your dad. Maybe we could do a double date if that’s not too awkward?”

“I’d love to hear stories about my dad,” Jim said, grinning widely. “After we get this visit tomorrow, we can set stuff up for a double date, if Spock doesn’t mind, I mean.”

“I think it would be interesting,” Spock said with a nod.

From there the conversation lapsed more into the adoption process and what they were expecting the next day, and eventually Jim made tofu stir fry and brown rice for everyone with some wine to wash it down. It was another few hours after that when Spock and Jim got the apartment to themselves, and they changed to get ready for bed, with My and Pi hopping up on the bed with their humans. Jim reached over to scritch Pi behind the ears, and Pi purred loudly.

“After we get a kid, should we get another cat? Or a dog?” Jim asked. “Pi is basically mine, and My is yours. Our kid could have a pet of their own.”

“Perhaps if we adopt an older child,” Spock mused. “A baby would not be able to take care of an animal of their own.”

“Yeah. And Pi and My are set in their ways, aren’t you? Yes, you are, Pi. You’re a scratcher when it comes to the people you don’t like.” He paused in his baby talk to look up at Spock. Maybe Pi and My should stay in the bedroom when Stork is here tomorrow.”

“That might be best,” Spock said. “Not all Vulcans like cats.”

“But most do?” Jim asked.

Spock was quiet for a moment. “Do you want a Vulcan child?”

“I just think it’s a unique opportunity. And your father would definitely approve.”

“He would,” Spock said. “But we don’t need his approval. He cares for me, and he is...fond...of you.”

“He just liked Nyota more,” Jim said drily.

“She knew the language. It helped put him at ease.”

Jim turned in bed to face Spock. “Then teach me.”

“If you’d like. We can start in the morning.”

“Good.” Jim leaned in as Spock did and they kissed, a soft contented sigh leaving Spock’s lips. When they pulled apart, Jim shifted himself and the cats around so he could lay his head on Spock’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I love you as well, Jim,” Spock said. “There is no doubt to your or my feelings.”

“Good, good.” There was another pause before Jim spoke again. “We’re going to be good parents?”

“I think we will. No matter what, we will love our child as much as they need.”

Spock waited for Jim to speak again, but soon he realized Jim had fallen asleep. Spock picked up the datapad he had his books on and picked something to read, careful not to wake his lover up. It was moments like this that he cherished, and he knew having a child added to the equation would only be better for them, in the end.

#star trek aos #spirk #kirk x spock #fanfic #fanfiction #jim kirk #spock #my stuff

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buttspocks · 2 years

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saw a yuri on ice reel and i was like yeah. i could make this into star trek. anyways here's my stupid aos figure skating thing (bear in mind i know Very little about figure skating)

skating is still a thing in the 23rd century. in fact it's a huge thing so basically every major superpower in the alpha quadrant is extremely competitive with figure skating

starfleet is like the official skating association of earth or something?? or they still exist as normal starfleet idk i haven't fully thought this through. anyways so under starfleet every ship is its own like skating club or team. yes it doesn't make sense. shut up

jim's dad was a really influential figure skater and jim grows up in his shadow. jim doesn't actually start skating until pike recruits him in the bar. sucks ass for a bit before getting extremely good at it somehow. like Weirdly good for someone who's never skated before

spock is a famous professional skater turned instructor at starfleet or something, he leaves vulcan to train on earth because he's spock. he's currently taking a break from judges competitions sometimes which is how he meets jim

jim competes in some tournament using choreography from one of spock's old routines but he adds some illegal/impossible move to it and spock is like???? cheating????? i'm not sure how this would be resolved because there's no. Romulan Attack but whatever

oh ya no one dies because i said so and there's literally no opportunities for it. not exactly a violent sport, figure skating

the enterprise senior staff all kick ass at skating. they're one big happy found family because they deserve it. uhura would be inhumanly graceful she is so cool. sulu and chekov are best buds and always do sick pair skating routines. scotty is like the best coach out there and you can always see him being followed by like 15 teenagers in red shirts. bones skates too but more casually, he's still a doctor so he's taken it upon himself to make sure jim doesn't slip and die or catch a cold every time he steps onto the ice

i have more on skating styles and i want to draw more but drawing an entire page of jim has drained me. every time i draw his face it changes and i hate it. anyways more soon maybe?

#star trek #star trek aos #aos #james t kirk #aos kirk #i have the grammarly chrome extension and there are so many red underlines #anyways figure skating is so cool i wish i continued skating but it's expensive and i probably don't have the time #figure skating #also wanted to use this as practice for dynamic poses but i uh. may have gotten carried away #references from pinterest #starmb trenk

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thesconesyard · 2 years

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Boaty McBoatystory

Part 6

Hand in hand they walked into the dining room and over to their assigned table. Jim was sitting with Spock and Uhura.

“Haven’t seen the wee man?” Scotty asked as they sat down and said hello.

“Not yet,” Uhura answered.

“Did you have an enjoyable day?” Spock asked.

“Very relaxing,” Scotty smiled. McCoy nodded with him “What did you all do?” Scotty continued.

“There were some very interesting displays about the islands we will be visiting,” Spock replied. “We spent some time reviewing those.”

“We saw one of the shows Mr. Chekov had on the list,” said Uhura.

“What about you Jimbo?” Scotty asked.

McCoy watched as Uhura rolled her eyes. He saw Jim’s face color slightly.

“Oh, just hung out with these two.” Jim gestured to Spock and Uhura.

“I believe we’ll be reaching our first port of call tomorrow morning. Do you plan on heading ashore?” Spock asked Scotty.

“Oh yes,” Scotty said. “See the sights and all. Maybe you could tell us what would be interesting to see, since you did the research.”

“That would be amenable,” Spock said. But before he could continue, Keenser arrived at the table.

“Well, I suppose you met someone, eh?” Scotty asked him.

Keenser grinned and nodded as he sat.

“Yeah, well me too for once,” Scotty grinned back.

Keenser lifted an eyebrow in surprise. McCoy fought not to blush.

“Did you Scotty?” Uhura asked. “That must be nice,” she said with a faint smile.

“A pretty lass like you? I’m sure ye could have anyone you wanted,” Scotty exclaimed.

Uhura smiled brightly at him. “Thank you. I think I’m just going to enjoy the trip and not worry about meeting anyone. We came for the vacation anyway.”

“That is an excellent way to think of it, Uhura,” said Spock.

“You’re not interested in meeting anyone Spock?” McCoy couldn’t resist asking. He flinched as Jim kicked him under the table.

“As Uhura said, we did not come on vacation with the intention of romantic involvement with anyone…”

McCoy watched Jim’s smile fade.

“…though who can know what tomorrow may bring?” Spock finished.

Jim’s face lit back up. McCoy resisted rolling his eyes, but noticed Uhura had no qualms as she glanced at Jim.

“Who’d you meet this time?” Scotty asked Keenser. “Let me guess, blonde?”

Keenser nodded.

“You're predictable,” Scotty laughed.

“What about the person you met? What are they like?” Uhura asked.

“Yeah Scotty, what are they like?” Jim seconded with a grin at McCoy.

McCoy hid a smile as Jim flinched when he kicked him under the table.

“Well, they’re tall, dark and handsome and have a wonderful smile.”

“That sounds lovely,” said Uhura.

McCoy fought off another blush as Scotty glanced over and smiled at him.

“Where did you meet them?” Spock asked.

“Oh, you know,” Scotty said, “right here.” He reached over and grabbed McCoy’s hand.

McCoy couldn’t help it this time and his face warmed.

“Oh how lucky!” Uhura exclaimed. “And a doctor Scotty, good choice!”

“Good evening everyone,” Mr. Chekov said from the stage after most everyone had been served. “Thanks to so many of you who participated in today’s activities. We will be in port by 9 AM tomorrow and we will depart promptly at 3 PM. Please return to the ship before then, please. Tonight, for entertainment we have Chapel & Sulu.”

Chekov spread his arm towards the side of the stage. A man and woman came out to join him. Applause went through the room. The man sat at a piano and the woman stepped up to the microphone.

“Well they’re much better than that cupcake yesterday,” Jim said as the duo began.

“That’s a beautiful dress,” Uhura said dreamily, looking at the woman singing. “Which one is she, I wonder? Chapel or Sulu?”

“It would have been logical for Mr. Chekov to tell us, but perhaps they will call each other by name so we may know for certain,” said Spock.

“That would be helpful,” Jim said, looking at Spock and smiling.

McCoy saw Scotty give him a look, and shake his head slightly.

McCoy walked with Scotty after dinner. They had decided after lying around all day a walk would be good. The evening air was brisk and salty.

“How long before Spock realizes?” Scotty asked McCoy.

“Jim is so obnoxious,” McCoy rolled his eyes. “Either Spock is the densest man alive or he’s great at ignoring the obvious.”

“It should be fun to watch tomorrow,” Scotty chuckled.

They had all decided at dinner to meet and head ashore together.

“It won’t,” McCoy laughed. “I’ve seen that show.”

He stopped, leaning on the railing and looked out at the ocean and faint lights that could be seen in the distance. Scotty stopped next to him with his hands on the rail. McCoy looked down and tentatively put his hand on top of one of Scotty’s.

He glanced up and saw Scotty beam at him.

“I… I don't normally move this fast,” McCoy mumbled out.

“Me either.”

“Is… does this… I mean…” McCoy couldn’t get his thoughts straight.

“It just feels right?” Scotty said.

“Yes. That’s what I was trying to say.”

“It does, I agree. I… I just want to be here right next to you,” Scotty said shyly.

“I've never, it's just, we barely know each other…”

“I know.”

“And, well… what happens when the cruise is over?” McCoy asked.

“What do you want to happen?” Scotty replied.

What did he want when the cruise was over? He wasn’t sure. But somehow he wanted this man still in his life. He wanted that very strongly but would it, could it be possible? Did Scotty want that? Or was McCoy just a vacation fling? If that was all, he needed to stop this now, no matter if it hurt.

“I… I’m not sure. I guess we see how this goes?”

“Well I know what I want to happen.”

McCoy looked at Scotty and raised an eyebrow in question.

“I want to see more of you,” Scotty answered simply.

McCoy blinked in surprise.

“You do?”

Scotty nodded. “Aye,” he confirmed.

“I’d like that too, but can we make that work?��

“Why not? We aren’t so far apart at home.”

They weren’t. They had all discovered at dinner the previous night that everyone at the table lived within fifty miles of each other. Spock had wondered if the crew seated all the tables with people who lived near each other.

“We aren’t…” McCoy agreed. His heart began to pound faster in his chest. “I’d… I’d like to see more of you after this is over too.”

“Sounds like a plan Len,” Scotty said and leaned in for a kiss.

“Alright Scotty,” McCoy said when they pulled apart.

“It’s Montgomery actually,” Scotty grinned.

“What?”

“My name. Montgomery Scott. Everyone’s just always called me Scotty except my family,” Scotty explained.

“Ok…, do you want—”

“Oh Scotty’s fine,” Scotty waved a hand at him. “Or Monty. Whichever you prefer.” Scotty shrugged.

“How ’bout a night cap?” McCoy asked. “This bit of breeze is starting to go through me.” He held off a shiver.

“Sure. Same place?”

McCoy nodded. “Sounds good. It was quiet.”

#star trek #Leonard McCoy #Montgomery Scott #scones #good ship scones #bones x scotty #scotty x bones #james t kirk #Spock #nyota uhura #keenser #pavel chekov #christine chapel #hikaru sulu #Boaty McBoatstory

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vulcanhugsclub · 3 years

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A Blizzard That Almost Caused Vulcan Pneumonia

Ship: AOS Spirk

Rating: G

A/N: This is a fluffy little short I wrote a long time ago and decided to publish on here so here ya go and enjoy!

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"I had warned you previous to the storm about the upcoming weather-"

"Spock, shut up shut up shut up!"

"Dammit, Jim! There's no need to shout!" Another voice said from across the room.

"Then why are you yelling!?"

"YOU BOTH ARE ACTING LIKE DOOFUSES THAT'S WHY!"

Uhura was rolling her eyes from where she sat at the counter, Chekov sipping hot cocoa with both hands next to her, and Sulu was just hyping them up. Then there was Scotty, sneaking more whiskey into his coffee and Ms. Chapel, who was trying(and failing) to make them stop fighting.

The truth was they all came over to celebrate Jim's new apartment but instead got snowed in.

This blizzard was worse than ever, and already there was a thick layer of snow on the ground.

"Human logic is so irrational. You knew about the weather, you preceded to hold this assembly and now you're angry about it?" Spock gave Jim one of his famous 'why u so stupid' looks.

"I'm soooooRRRY that I am not a logical piece of metal and didn't plan ahead!"

"That's what normal people do."

Jim swore Spock rolled his eyes, but maybe it was a trick of the light.

"Ok, yeah," Mccoy waved his hand in between the bickering pair. "Still here, guys!"

They both looked at him, one of them glaring(the other glaring less obviously).

"Thank you." He paused, wishing he were anywhere but with these dorks. "What's the plan?"

"Oh boys, will you knock it off?" Ms. Chapel nearly shouted. Even in anger, her voice was smooth and motherly, unlike the trio.

All three men turned to her, more in surprise but were interrupted by a large banging that echoed through the whole apartment. The electricity shuttered out, as it had been for the past hour, but this time it permanently flickered off.

"What was that?" Christine looked around wearily, as everyone was searching across the room for the problem.

Scotty was the first to move, walking to the thermostat. he pressed a few buttons, and with each second he became visibly more agitated. "It's not working. We've lost our heat."

Everyone murmured quietly, and thank god the lights were out because Spock grew very pale.

-----1 hour later------------------

"Scotty, how's the heat coming?" Kirk asked from one of the couches, holding a shivering figure curled into his side.

"It's doin' somethin'" Scotty sighed as he was pulling apart the wiring of the thermostat.

Other than the engineer, the gang had migrated to the living room, sitting close together near the fireplace. They were all fine, for the most part, just wearing their coats and seemed pretty comfortable chatting. It was still cold enough to see their breath as they talked and exhaled.

Ms. Chapel and the doctor were snuggling together on the other couch, whispering about something and giggling. The trio(Uhura, Chekov, Sulu) were all close like penguins. The crackling fire was the only source of light in the whole apartment, and thankfully Jim was retro because it wasn't electric.

The bundle pressed against Jim Kirk shifted under the thick white blanket until a head surfaced. Spock's nose was bright green, the tips of his ears flushed. He was trembling violently, not used to Earth's freezing temper.

"Alright, love?" Jim chuckled, massaging his thumb against Spock's back.

He could only nod as the blonde leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Spock, you're freezing!" He gently pulled the Vulcan onto his lap, placing his hands on his hips to draw him closer. Jim had no problem with body heat.

He wasn't even wearing a coat.

Spock rested his head on the captain's shoulder, nuzzling his neck with his nose.

Jim almost hissed feeling his boyfriend's cold nose on his steaming neck, but instead placed his head on top of the little rabbit in his lap. He took a moment to admire how Spock could seem so tiny with this gigantic furry blanket.

Kirk didn't even mind that it felt like he was hugging an ice block.

They hadn't had a chance to address their dating rumors or disclose their relationship. Spock didn't want the crew to get any ideas about his 'emotional availability' as he put it.

"Vait, are you two a zing?" Chekov's voice brought him back to the dark living room.

The captain looked up to see everyone staring at them, some with wide eyes, some with 'I knew it' faces.

"That's where Spock went. I thought he was in the bathroom," Sulu said, and Uhura rolled her eyes again.

"Yes, he's been in the bathroom for 50 minutes."

"How long have you known?" Hikaru looked at her with narrowed eyes, even though he was grinning.

"3 months."

"Right," Kirk chuckled sheepishly, "We're relatively new." For two years. Better not tell them.

"Zat's vonderful!" Chekov smiled, his whole face lighting up. "I am so happy for you, keptin!"

"I canae believe it!" Scotty's head poked around the corner to the living room, vanishing again.

"Dammit, Jim!" Bones' voice came from the back of the room, even though he was smiling. "You're supposed to tell your best friend these kinds of things!"

Jim just enjoyed the way his friends reacted, smiling.

He couldn't ask for a better crew, let alone companions.

"Better?" Kirk redirected his attention back to Spock, looking down and seeing the first officer's eyes fluttering closed until he was sinking into a sound sleep. He could hear the tiniest and most adorable of snores coming from the Vulcan.

It took all of Jim's energy not to boop him.

The urge was too strong, and he pressed his nose gently against his boyfriend's. Spock 's eyes shot open and he inhaled deeply, addressing the room.

"Is there something wrong, captain?" He whispered, and everyone giggled in response.

Kirk leaned down, pressing his lips against one of the Vulcan's ears and whispered back, "I think it has to do with the fact that you are sleeping on my lap."

"Oh..." Jim took pleasure in seeing a slight blush reach Spock's cheeks. Then abruptly, the first officer grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his head, soon falling asleep against Kirk's chest once again. Now it just looked like there was a fluffy white mass in his arms, with no sign of the Vulcan other than slow breathing.

The gang ended up spending the whole night, and luckily for them, Jim had sleeping bags(because of course he did).

They all slept in the living room, after some argument about who would take the bed. Kirk and Spock cuddled up on one of the couches, Ms. Chapel and Mccoy on the other, Sulu, Chekov, Scotty, and Uhura in sleeping bags near the still-going fireplace. They were all asleep, leaving just the captain and the first officer.

"Do you think they mind...us...?" Spock asked after a while.

"It doesn't matter what they think," The blonde whispered back, tickled by Spock's hair against his nose. But that didn't seem to settle the Vulcan. "Why do you care what they think?"

"They are my friends, I value their opinion as much as I value yours."

"They are happy with us being happy."

Spock sighed and nuzzled against Jim, intertwining their fingers.

His voice was the last thing Kirk heard. "Goodnight, T'hy'la."

And the captain was washed away in a sleep so warm and cozy, it could have been summer.

#spirk #startrek #james t kirk #spock #bones mccoy #christine chapel #chekov #sulu #scotty #uhura #james t kirk/spock

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ichayalovesyou · 3 years

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We watching Star Trek: The Motion Picture for the first time boys! (Live Reaction):

So is Decker related to Commodore Matt Decker from The Doomsday Machine?

It’s Spockkk! Jim V’ger called out to him from the edge of the Galaxy

OH SO THERE IS SOME CANON VULCAN WORDS 😍

“His calling lies elsewhere” yeah, with his husband! Kohlinar isn’t for fixing your emotional issues dude! It’s for coming peace and oneness once you’ve figured them out yourself!

It’s Jimmmm I see you’ve supplied yourself with a substitute cuz you can’t fathom not having Spock a vulcan science officer aboard.

Awww Jim and Scotty are so happy to be back! Wholesome af, awewwwwww Jim loves the enterprise and his space family so effing much guys I’m gonna cryyyyyyy. Wow, they really spend a looooot of time just being like “look at this cool ship isn’t so cool we finally have a non-shoestring budget look at this cool ship we maaaaade.” 😂

Uhura! 😍 Sulu!!! 😍😍😍 Chekov!! 😍 my babies are here!!!!!!

That’s a cool ass warp core actually! Deckerrrrrr listennnnnnn sorrrrrryyyyyy but you can stayyyyyy as an XO? Oof, Jim got called out! Oof!

JANICE RAND?! Ohhhh my god that teleporter malfunction was brutal, that was ohhhhh wow jeezus oh my godddd. (I heard that in the book the other person that wasn’t his science officer was his second/ex wife? I don’t remember)

Lieutenant Ilia is an alien? I didn’t actually expect that but it makes sense. BONES!! Lol he’s so grumpy but of course he’s like “...okay.” When Jim’s all like “I need you 😏” oh wow Bones, who’d you shave for? Huh? God these two, at least Jim has like, half a brain cell back lmao.

Bones “I’m going with you to deal with Decker so that you don’t say stupid shit.” McCoy. Poor Kirk is a little rusty on the space life situation yiiiikes. Bones is like “get your head out of your ass Jim.” And he’s like “No. 😘” I guess I’ll see who’s right (probably bones, as usual).

MY BOYFRIEND IS BACK 😍😍😍😍😍- Jim, basically. Even Decker is like 🤩, awww Bones and Jim are like “you good...?” OOF got cold shouldered!! Poor baby. Sidenote: damn Sulu’s got some biceps.

Even after Kohlinar training you can’t help but sass McCoy huh Spock? And poor Jim is just like “babe, PLEASE, just sit the fuck down so I can talk about how much I need you.” *gets cold shouldered again*. OOP “is there anything else?” so much for Kohlinar Spock goddamn 😂

God every time Jim says Spock he sounds so frickin desperate, dude we get it you’re in love 😂 Also does Decker just exist to not be listened to? Lmao.

If I got any complaints at all about this film it’s the ugly uniforms and the just-a-tad-too-long ooo-ing and aaaa-ing scenes.

Frickin loud scary space laser probe “absolutely I will not interfere!” I love you Chekov 😂😂😂 OH NO ILIA!! 😨 ohhhhh shit, that guilt just hit Kirk like a freight train oooooooof.

The ooing and aaaing may be too long but V’ger is admittedly, REALLY freaking cool 🤩 oh shit V’ger hijacked Ilia “infesting” is a red flaaaaag 😬 man I totally get what people are saying that V’ger might be a very early form of the Borg.

SPOCK FINALLY CALLED HIM JIM!!!

Oooh, the actress playing Ilia is good! That emotion behind the eyes! Nice!! Seeing really interesting cinematic parallels between Decker trying to get Ilia back and Jim trying to get Spock back. They’re both disconnected from their purpose and their emotions and trying to find their way back with the help of their romantic counterparts.

“V’ger orifice” Girl that’s a bootyhole!

Spock laughing? Ohhhh boy, wow he’s like, straight up back to his old self. Oh my GOD everyone stfu it’s HAPPENING 😍🤩😍🤩😍🤩😍

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

“Is this all that I am? Is there nothing more?” Spock... babeyyyyy 😭

“V’ger is a child” this time you’re on the right track sympathizing with the machine. “It knows only that it needs, but like so many of us, it does not know what.” Gee Spock, what are you talking about, definitely not about your feelings for a certain person in your life?

*insert deleted scene where Spock weeps for V’ger that we freaking DESERVED and is canon in my heart*

Oh!!! Voyager 6! It’s The Changeling on stereoids!! And they’re explaining it’s heritage to it lol awwwww. Good shit!!!

Aw yissss Decker gets to be cool at the end hell yeah!! Oooooh shit sailor moon transformation sparkle boy?! What???? Hell yeah! WHAT?!?!?!?! Cool shit cool shit cool shit!!!!!

Teaching a robot with the power of love FUCK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

Awww bones “it’s been a long time since I delivered a baby” and talking about human emotions and stuff. The triumvirate is whole again, Spock is happy with himself for once! Warm fuzzies all around! Aww yeh ☺️☺️☺️

#Star trek #star trek the motion picture #tmp #Star Trek tmp #Star Trek tos #spirk #mckirk #live reaction #liveblogging #tos liveblog

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starfleetbotanist · 3 years

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A Most Dangerous Game

Based on a prompt by @hlabounty96

"And what exactly is it you want out of this?"

McCoy glared at his captor as the ropes surrounding him tightened. He heard the sound of something connecting behind him, but couldn't crane his neck far enough to see. He was still out of it from whatever this low-life had slipped in his drink. It wasn't even alcoholic this time! You'd think a man could have a glass of sweet tea safely!

"Why, just a bit of fun, that's all, Doctor. Oh, I know you were on shore leave, but really. A famous face like yours? I simply couldn't resist."

The man stepped back, giving him a winsome smile that just came off as creepy.

"What do you mean fun?"

"It's a game, of course! Oh, don't give me that look. I left clues for your crew. If they really are as smart as everyone says, then you'll be just fine."

McCoy took a breath. If it was a good clue, surely Jim was already on his way. And Spock was basically Sherlock Holmes, he'd help. Not to mention Uhura, or Scotty or Sulu. Hell, Chekov was a genius, too, despite his age. Those were good odds.

At least, so he thought, until his captor stepped well away from him and the ground gave way. He wasn't even going to lie about how dignified his scream was as he plummeted, only for the chord attached to his ropes to snap back, preventing his death. The force of it made his body ache.

"You bastard!" He shouted up, unsure if he could be heard.

"It's all part of the game! If they can't find you in two hours, I'll simply cut the chord!"

Fear gripped him as he judged how far a drop that would be. Please, oh, please, let them come in time!

****

"Bones still isn't back yet?" Kirk asked, checking the time on the chronometer. "That's weird, isn't it?"

They'd agreed to meet back up, but he was late. It was a beautiful planet, with homes and buildings built right into imposing mountains. Shore leave came so rarely, he couldn't fault him for enjoying the scenery and losing track of time. Still, though, Bones was usually the punctual one.

"It does seem out of character," Spock agreed. Kirk watched as he typed something into his PADD. “I have found the location of his communicator. It seems it has not moved in the last one point three hours.”

“Where is it?”

“At a restaurant, Captain.”

Kirk felt himself relax at that news. Bones probably found somewhere with really good alcohol, or maybe ran into a former patient, or... No, no that wasn’t right, either. Bones still would have messaged him if he was going to be late.

“Let’s go check it out,” he said, putting on a confident grin for the crew. “Drag our doctor back by his scruff.”

Sulu laughed at that, but from the look he exchanged with Chekov, he was worried, too. Bones was the usually the mother hen.

****

If he was worried before, he was even more so now. They had found McCoy’s communicator at the restaurant, but not McCoy himself. According to the staff, McCoy had begun to feel ill while sipping on his drink, and one of the workers had agreed to take him back to the ship.

“Do you still have his glass?” Spock asked the waitress.

“Uh, yes, sir, our dishwasher was the one to take him back. He hasn’t returned yet, so his glass should still be--”

Spock nodded, simply walking into the back of the restaurant, tricorder in hand. Kirk wanted to follow, but trusted Spock’s analysis. He gripped McCoy’s communicator tightly.

“Didn’t you get the message he sent? He said he sent a message to his captain...” The lady looked at him as though her gut was telling her something was wrong. She’d make a good Starfleet officer.

“Message?” Kirk asked, quickly unlocking the communicator. Bones, good old Bones, always used the same pass code for everything, ever since the academy. He found his messages open, and something written there for him. He paled.

“Captain,” Spock said, returning from the kitchen. Knowing him as well as he did, he could see the concern written on the Vulcan’s face. “Doctor McCoy’s tea was drugged. I believe him to be in danger.”

“Yeah, that’s not the only thing.” He showed Spock the message, watching as he felt, acknowledged, and controlled the anger that rose in him.

“Greetings, Kirk, et al. Your doctor is with me. Let’s play a game. He will hang out with me, unless you can find him. If not, I will have to drop him off later. You have two hours.”

“He’s in danger,” Kirk said, pulling out his own communicator and calling for transport back to the ship. He was stopped by the waitress.

“Here is his address. I don’t know if he’d take him there, but it’s a start.”

“Thank you,” he said sincerely, taking the scrap of paper she offered him, and soon he and Spock were materializing on the Enterprise.

As soon as they made it to the bridge, Kirk debriefed the team as Spock and Sulu began to find the man’s address. They found it, and within minutes Kirk, Spock, Uhura, Sulu, Chekov, and Scotty were all suited up and in the Galileo, on their way.

****

McCoy took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. His friends would be here soon. He just knew it. A sudden whirring drew his attention, and he turned to see the Galileo on the horizon. He nearly wept with relief.

“NO!” His captor spat, angry. “They figured it out already?!”

“I told you they were geniuses, dumbass!” McCoy shouted back. “You knew they’d get here!”

“They were supposed to get here too late!”

To his horror, he watched the man pull out a knife and begin cutting at the chord holding him up. God, no! He was going to fall, after all? Strangely, he found the thought of dying didn’t bother him half as much as the thought of the others having to watch.

A phaser blast suddenly rang out, and he saw his captor crumple.

“Are you unharmed, Doctor?”

“Spock!”

“The captain and I agreed that it would be better if the ship drew his attention. The ‘element of surprise’ was the wisest course.”

“Thank you,” he said, hanging his head, meaning it. “Can you pull me up?”

By the time Spock had him back on solid ground, Kirk and the others had arrived. Jim threw himself at McCoy, nearly knocking him over.

“Oh, my God, Bones, you could have died!”

“Yeah, I kinda got that, too.” There was no heat to his words, though, and he hugged Kirk back just as fiercely. He looked up to the assembled crowd.

“Thanks, y’all. You saved me.”

“Just returnin’ the favor,” Scotty grinned, though his relief was just as palpable as everyone else’s.

“C’mon,” Kirk said, righting himself. “Let’s get back to the ship. The authorities can deal with the rest.”

“Seconded. I don’t think I want to leave the ship again anytime soon.”

#Leonard McCoy #james t kirk #star trek aos #my writing #for hailey

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captainkirkmccoy · 3 years

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We get a lot of Jim's birthday, but what about Jim doing something for Bones the first birthday he can't see Joanna? (my quarantine birthday is coming up and I need a pick me up 😊)

“Bones, love of my life, sole owner of my heart, can you promise me something?”

Jim locks himself in Bones office, not that his husband would notice really, because he’s too busy focusing on the PADD in front of him, glaring at it the way he glares at ensigns who don’t show up for vaccinations on time.

“You say something, Jim?” Bones says after a minute, blinking up at Jim.

“Can you not make Chekov cry again? Sulu might challenge you to a duel, and we know you can’t handle a sword, so I’ll have to do it, and I really don’t want to be eviscerated by my pilot.”

Bones sighs, rubs at his temples. “I didn’t make Pavel cry. I just wasn’t happy with the news he delivered. Might’ve overreacted.”

“You taught him some curses even I haven’t yet. And he thinks you’re mad at him. He’s commandeered the communications hub to make you an apology card.”

Jim leans into Bones, slotting himself into place the way he has more times than he can count. He knows about the news Chekov delivered--and he wished he hadn’t. He’s already been on the comm all day, figuring out ways around it.

“I’m sorry we won’t be back Earth side for your birthday.” He says into Bones’ hair.

“No big deal.”

“Mr. Chekov wouldn’t agree with you.”

He hears Bones’ huff of breath. “Every birthday I’ve seen her. I don’t even know what it would be without that.”

Jocelyn is militant about Joanna’s visitations. She gets to see Bones on her birthday, but she had the flu, and his. And the brief shore leaves on Earth, which every year during Bones’ birthday they’ve been on the Enterprise, has coincided. Not that Jim had anything to do with that. At all.

But this year they’re too far to make it back. A milk run and a rescue mission back to back will place them to many systems away from Earth to get back in time. Jim tried pulling favors to get Jocelyn and Jo on a ship so they could meet halfway--no dice.

“I’m so sorry, babe.” Jim threads his fingers into the nape of Bones’ neck. He knows about shitty birthdays. Before Bones, before the Academy, his birthday consisted of a warm body and bottles of whatever took the edge off.

Bones takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, turns his face into Jim’s neck. “It’ll be fine. Just a day, right?”

Right.

***

“Jim.”

“Nope, not right now.” Jim tells the guts of the display system.

“Excuse me?” The voice incredulously asks.

Jim’s head collides with the panel door. “Shit, ow, sorry, Uhura. What’s going on?”

“I’ve heard back from all the departments, we’re a go for the non-essential blackout.”

He could kiss her. “Oh, thank god.”

“What else do you need?”

“Right now? For this display to stop being a little shit.”

Jim hears Uhura’s shoes click clack on the floor before smelling her floral perfume as she settles down next to him. “Want me to get Scotty?”

“I’ve got him and Chekov running Bones interference.”

“Good luck with that.”

“That’s what I said.” Jim slams the panel door closed sends a silent prayer to any deity that might be listening that this works.

***

“Bunch of halfwits. Who shaves off their eyebrows twice?” Bones says as he enters their quarters.

Jim winces and makes a mental note to send Chekov and Scotty a fruit basket or something later.

Before Jim can get farther into their rooms, Jim stops him. “Bones! I haven’t seen you all day. We were supposed to have birthday lunch.”

“Thank the entirety of engineering who decided to actually show up early for their checkups.” Bones grumbles and accepts a kiss.

“Aw, its like they wanted to give you a birthday present.”

Bones snorts. “Please tell me we can drink now.”

“Not yet. We’ve got that safety seminar, remember. On the observation deck?”

Bones face scrunches up. “This day keeps getting better and better.”

Jim tugs Bones into the hallway, nodding at two ensigns who quickly salute and then dart off, knowing smiles following behind.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Jim says, pushing the wide double doors of the observation bay open. The large windows have been replaced with the display screens he installed earlier.

Bones grumbles about being the first to arrive as Jim checks his comm. Right on time.

The displays blink on and Jo’s toothy seven-year-old grin fills the large screen. Bones gasps--actually takes a shuttering breath and stumbles forward. Thank goodness, Jim’s there to hold him up and push him into a comfortable chair. “Jo? Baby?”

“Daddy!”

Jim’s not sure he can hand out commendations for this but he desperately wants to. He owes his crew. Big time.

For all that their ship is high tech, best in class, and so on, they still can’t get past communication blackouts this far into the black. And Starfleet, no matter how much they owe Bones, can’t just grant resources to pushing a video call on a flagship’s CMO birthday. It took some major juice--the juice that running all systems and causing a virtual blackout would do--to power this call.

But hearing Jo sing happy birthday and Bones blink away happy tears and grip his hand so tight that Jim thinks his husband’s palm lines are imprinted on his own--is worth it.

“When you come home, Jim says we’re going to spend a whole week together!”

Oh yeah, and he managed to call in that favor after all. Couldn’t get Jo here in time but he could get Joce and Clay a Risa vacation in exchange for a week with Jo when they dock on Earth next month.

Bones squeezes his hand again and mouths, Thank you. And Jim leans into him and hopes he knows that no thanks is necessary.

“Happy birthday, Bones.” He says instead, kissing his temple and grinning as Jo holds up a large poster happy birthday sign.

Maybe birthdays don’t have to be so bad after all.

#mckirk #jim/bones #leonard mccoy/jim kirk #bones x kirk #happy birthday nonnie!

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kairoscelrosis · 3 years

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ST: Into Darkness

So I watched into darkness after a really long time, and for the first time after watching ST: WOK. And I liveblogged it.

*spoilers*

Jim's so disappointed that Enterprise got taken away from him. owo

Aahh Carol Marcus is British

Scotty has a moral compass (which I feel TOS Scotty does as well)

When Kirk learns that Spuhura are fighting, and then the lift opens and Spock's about to enter, he looks at both of them. It really gives me the vibes that he knows both his partners are angry at him 😂

Bones McCoy: a dictionary of metaphors

Yaayyy Sulu on the chairrrr

Whaaatttt???? Sulu references Mudd (Harry freaking Mudd) in the movieeee!!!!! (He says: Acting Captain Sulu to Shuttle Bay 2. Please have the trade ship we confiscated during the Mudd incident last month fueled and flight ready) !!!!!

"If you test me, you WILL fail."

The way Bones' expression changesss 😂

"Mr. Sulu, remind me to never piss you off."

"I am not the only one who is upset at you. The Captain is too." "No no no no don't drag me into this."

"She IS right" spirkkkkk

"Captain we will not fit" "We'll fit. WE'LL FITTT."

"I told you we'll fit." "I am not sure that qualifies." 🤣

Why do the Klingons look so different???

Why is Benedict's voice so deep? Like deeper than usual.

SPUHURA 🤢🤢🤢🤢

Tho i hate that a british dude played KHAN, you can't deny Benedict's Khan has charisma

Carol Marcus says "I am a friend of Christine Chapel's" like what??? JJ do you even know that Christine would never be engaged with Kirk in a romantic relationship??? That he's not her type??? 🤢

"Any idea what caused it?" "No sir. But I expect full responsibility." Aww my baby chekov 🥺

"Jim? You're gonna wanna see this." Ooohhhhhh

Okay... so wasn't this Khan a dictator as well? Or like, did the Eugenics war never happen in AOS? Did JJ do this so that Khan would be morally grey? Cuz he loves Benedict? IDK

"I'm sorry." Ohh Kirk my bby 🥺🥺

SCOTTYYYYYY HELL YEAHHH YOU ARE A MIRACLE WORKER *cries in jimmy doohan*

"Captain, I strongly object." "To what? I haven't said anything yet." Bitch you really think he doesn't sense your crazy ideas?

"'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'" "An Arabic proverb attributed to a pronce who was betryed and decapitated by his own subjects." 🤣🤣

Grab at the shoulder and "I cannot allow you to do this." and an almost "Jim"

"The Enterprise and her crew need someone in that chair that knows what he's doing... and that's not me." You can hear my heart shattering into a million pieces in the background.

How Jim's about to cry during that dialogue 🥺🥺🥺

Is there like... a competition going on between Pine and Benedict Cumberbatch trying to decide who's eyes are bluer???? Because I can't see anybody winning

"Captain. You can't even guarantee the safety of your own crew." Ooohh I so wanna punch you in the face. 👊

Aaaahhhhh TRIBBLLEEEEEEE

New Vulcaaaannn!!!! Our Spock's coming baaaackkkkkk yaaayyy

Aahh Sulu you are so talented

"This door is very wee. I mean, you know, small" 🤣

"It's gonna be like jumping out of a moving car, off a bridge, into your shot glass." "It's okay. I've done it before" Khan: 👀

"It's not easy. Just give me two seconds, all right, you mad bastard!" 😂😂

Bones, sitting down to watch the most scary movie of his life: Tell me this is gonna work.

Spock, shivering with fear in his seat: I have neither the information nor the confidence to do so, Doctor. 😂😂😂😂

Bones: 👀 👀 Boy, you're a real comfort.

Omg Sulu's so nervous and worried 🥺

I actually kinda DO like the transitions.

"You're big." 😂

"Spock, if I get back, we really need to talk about you bedside manner." Why is everyone so pbsessed with bedside manner in Star Trek😂😂

Scotty 😂😂😂 wheezing and panting, complaining he can't do it but he does 😂😂😂

Shitt the momentum!!! How would they have filmed that??? Rolling and rolling and rolling

LEONARDDD NIMOYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

"Mr. Spock." "Mister Spock." Aaahhhhhhhhhh you both wanna kill meeeee 😂😂😂

He deserved that slap!!! GO CAROLL!!!!

"Where'd ya find this guy?" Ohh Scotty 😂

Spock!Prime really be like, "I can't tell you about it, but I am my own master, so I will. 😂

"Khan Noonien Singh is the most dangerous adversary the Ebeterprise ever faced. He is brilliant, ruthless, and he will not hesitate to kill every single one of you." *cries in Ricardo Montalban*

"Did you defeat him?" "At great cost. Yes." Aaaaahhhhhhh how would you know the great costt spocckkkkk😭😭

The sudden appearance of the man scared the shit outta mee😂😂

"Where's Khan?" AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH JIM SOMETIMES YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO SPOOCCKKKK

Yaayyyy "Damn it, man, I'm a doctor not a torpedo technician!" 😂😂

"This way." Whewww.

Aaahh he's awakeeeee.

Yesss that's my Jim Kirk. No killing. Yes.

Aahhhhhhhhh. Wtf why're you punching Jimmmmm

Aahh Carolll ahahhh

Omg wtfffffffff nooooooooo frickfrickfrickfrickfrickk that was baaaddd

"Oh, you are smart, Mr. Spock." I really do wanna punch you in the face.

I will repeat myself. Having said that a white dude playing Khan is irritating, Benedict really does play him well.

Aahhh the ploy is same like the one in ST: WOK!! This time, it is Spock playing the game!!!

"Vulcans do not lie." Spock lies.

"No ship shoild go down without her captain." *silent screaming*

OMG he's firinggggg

"He armed the damn torpedoes." Is that pride I hear, Kirk

"Not bad, Commander." "Thank you, Lieutenant." XDDDD

Smarty pants Spock XD

WTF is Uhura doing in the Med Bay???

"Good to see you, Jim."

"Spock's cold, but he's not that cold. I've got Khan's crew." Awww :))))

"Seventy two human popsicles, safe and sound in their cryo tubes" POPSICLES😂😂😂😂

"Son of a bitch!"

"I hope you don't get seasick." 😂

"I will remain behind and divert all power to life supprt and evacuation shuttle bays." 🥺🥺

Sulu: Shut up, BITCH.

"I order you to abandon this ship!" The voice his voice cracks 😭 Who says Spock doesn't feel????

"All due respect, Commander, but we're not going anywhere." YEAAHHHH SULUUUUU GOOOO

"One day I've been off this ship! One bloody day!" Same, Scotty, same.

Hah. Running on walls😂

CHEKOV MY HEROOOOOO

Smart baby Chekov exclaiming in Russian.

"The ship's dead sir. She's gone." 😭😭😭

"You're not making the climb" JIM NOOOOO OH GOD YOU SELF SACRIFICING IDIOT.

Jim coming back to belt Scotty into place 🥺

How's he gonna do that????

Aaahh that oit of the clouds shot justttt 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Sulu's so HAPPYYY uwu

"It's a miracle." "There are no such things." Wait till you get to know Spock.

"Sir, you'd better get down here. Better hurry." *traumatic WOK flashbacks*

"How's OUR ship?" "Out of danger."

"That's a nice move." Is Jim referring to Chess????? You really have the nerve to do that???

"It is what you would have done." "And this, this is what you would have done." *TOS 😭😭😭😭*

"It was only logical."

"I'm scared, Spock. Help me not be."😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"I do not know. Right now I am failing." 😭😭😭

"Because you are my friend."😭😭😭

That Vulcan kisssssss 😭😭😭😭😭

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JIMMMM

KHAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Why tf is everyone wearing those weird goggles???

I don't like Zoe Saldana as Uhura AT ALL.

The way Zach's bangs are flying😂

BONEESSSSSS 😭😭😭

Yeaah yeah yeah yeah yeah that tribbleeee

How tf did spock jump that high???

Why doesn't he like nerve pinch him???

Why can't they use the blood of the man in the cryo???? They have the same blood right???

"You get that son of a bitch back on board right now!"

Ohnonononono he's tryna crush Spock's skull.

Shit Spock why so angry NOOOOOO

Yeah Spock stops when he hears the name 'Kirk'.

"You were barely dead." 😂

"Tell me, are you feeling homicidal? Pwer mad? Despotic?"

"Uhura and I had something to do with it too, you know." Ohh bones😆😆

Spock called Kirk JIMMMMMMMMMMM

But, like, why didn't they kill Khan off??? He can be awakened again, can't he??? Like????

I love their formal uniforms!!!

Yaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy my introooooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺

"C'mon Bones, it's gonna be fun."

"Five years in space. God help me." 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

The fond look Spock has on his faceeeee

And on Jim's face toooooo

"I defer to your good judgement, Captain." 🥺🥺🥺

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qvid-pro-qvo · 4 years

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fuck, marry, kill

aos!leonard mccoy x female!reader, who’s a nurse on the starship enterprise.

word count: 5885

rating: explicit (workplace sex, at the end, for fun.)

part one of more than a game, you and me.

A silly game from your academy days gets interrupted, leaving you to think over how you really feel about the great Dr. McCoy.

“Goddammit, bastard, son of a fucking bitch,” you hissed, shaking your hand after yanking it back from the control panel next to your shower. It had the gall to shock you, one that rippled down your arm and almost made your other hand drop the towel you clung to for decency. Somehow the same steady hands that could wield a pair of hypodermics and a tricorder without thinking about it managed to break every other piece of equipment on the Enterprise.

A year since you got transferred, a year since the last major headache, and you had managed to build up a routine. Waking up to beta shifts until the six-month mark when you transferred to alpha shifts that gave you more to do without the headaches of fighting artificial daylight. Crew physicals and routine exams for viruses carried onboard from earth until all the crew had been cleared. Lunches six hours in, dinner six hours after that, followed by a jog, some yoga, a shower, and then… repeat.

It was a good routine. One that made you friends with other nurses in blue and engineers in red and a few on the captain track who came in more often because of their proximity to the action. You could now say “hello” to Sulu and “good morning” to Chekov and other niceties to a couple other officers. And they’d smile back, and all in all nothing was disrupted. Your routine kept you going.

But now, that routine was stopped in its tracks.

With a little huff, you shook your head. Fortunately for you, your connections through routine hypos and the occasional healing after a scuffle gave you one particularly good friend. One who was very good at fixing up the Enterprise in any state she was in. And because of your clumsiness and tendency to get shocked, that friend was simply a comm unit away. Decency first, of course.

“Y/N to Scotty.”

“Aye, lass, Scotty here.”

A sigh of relief that he wasn’t on break, or worse, sleeping. That’d been a bear you wouldn’t want to disturb more than once. Your fingers tapped away, allowing his voice to fill the room rather than sound tinny coming from the communicator and your hands to hunt for a shirt.

“Yeah, we’ve got a situation. My shower isn’t working?”

“Is that right,” the chief engineer replied, and you could tell by his voice that under the amusement there was distraction. Your problem was not the only one on his plate, then. Or at the very least, not his main focus.

“Yeah, that’s right. Shocked me, as a matter of fact, when I tried to get it going.”

“Mmm.” Make that a lot of distraction.

“Scotty?”

“Yeah, lass?”

“Can you come fix it?”

“Fix what?”

With a soft sigh you pulled your shirt over your head, shaking out your hair before pulling it up into something passable for company.

“My shower, Scott. Y’know, again, the one that shocked me. That’s not turning on. That shower.”

“Shocked you? Well, this is the first I’m hearing about it,” he scoffed, indignant, and your eyes went wide with disbelief before you heard his chuckle.

“Oh, so I’m the entertainment for this evening, then,” you muttered with a scowl, scrounging around for the pants you just had on and the regulation zip-up you could walk around the halls in.

“Of course, Y/L/N,” he retorted. “I was wondering when the next time you’d call was. After all, it’s been, what, almost a week since our last incident with the replicator, hasn’t it been?”

“Two weeks, thank you,” you snapped, the pants snatched off the floor and shaken out with a vengeance. One foot began making its way inside the leg of the pants, the other hopping on the floor. “Monty, please, I just got off shift, I’m tired, and I’m sweaty, and there were three cases of Takarian bronchiolitis that we had to treat with airborne precautions. Never mind next week’s also Christine’s birthday, who I love with all of my heart but the party I got roped into planning for, of fucking – agh!”

“Y/N!”

Bouncing on one leg could only last for so long, of course. Your head thankfully did not contact anything with a hard surface. Your ass, however, got the brunt of the blow, specifically your tailbone.

“Y/N?”

When you groaned, you heard the relief, as well as the stifled laughter.

“Can you just please come fix my shower? I think there’s an analgesic hypo with my name on it back in the med bay.”

Of course, you weren’t one to completely bypass the rules. The Enterprise had enough of that in places other than the medical unit, and your chief medical officer, Dr. McCoy, was a stickler for right and wrong and lines that shouldn’t be crossed. So, your hypodermic needle was checked out by Christine, administered by her, and all logged and dated with a note about the situation. And, because your appointment didn’t technically end for another fifteen minutes, there was enough time for a little bit of gossip.

Your type of news always was the kind of shit that got the whole crew talking. The next adventure, who was sleeping with who, the drama that came out of confessions when the ship was falling apart. Anything to work through the monotony. But Christine’s favorite topic was almost always you, much to your chagrin.

“You know I don’t have a love life,” you said with a roll of your eyes, sitting up on the biobed and letting your feet dangle off of the edge. “That hasn’t changed in the three days since you asked me last.”

“I do know you’re at the very least no fun about it,” she responded with an eye roll, fingers tracing over your vitals the bed collected and reported. “There’s hundreds of people on this ship, and you’re telling me that none of them catch your eye? What about the chief engineer?”

Immediately your eyes widened, and you couldn’t help the laugh that left you. “Scotty? No. No, no, we’re just friends, aggressively friends. He keeps me around because I’m the only one who gives him stuff to do during the night shifts. Without me breaking lightbulbs it’d be too dull.”

Of course, her eyebrow crept up in suspicion, but when your gaze held steady, she dropped her eyes, waving a hand like the idea was preposterous anyway.

“All right. So, no Scotty. Any ensigns?”

“No.”

“Lieutenants?”

“No.”

“Cadets?”

“Oh, my god, Christine,” you gasped out with a laugh, jumping off of the biobed, smacking her on the arm. “Stop it.” Your eyes glanced around the med bay, but just like every beta shift began, it was pretty damn quiet. Not a soul in sight besides the two of you. “There’s no one.”

“Well, you’re no fun,” she sighed, pushing off of the wall to meet you nose to nose. “But there’s gotta be someone who at least catches your eye, right?”

“Chris…”

“Someone on this ship you’d be willing to fuck – “

“No, we’re not – “

“- marry, maybe – “

“Christine, I swear to god – “

“- or kill?”

Again, your eyes darted around, but at that point the game had been called. A throwback to your time in the academy, when your classmates would find the local bars and a booth to heckle each other in. When passersby would be unknowingly subjected to a game based on nothing but good fun, and usually a whole lot of booze.

Simple premise. Three names called out. Each gets a label, and the rounds continue until the players decide they’ve had enough. Called anywhere, at any time, and Christine had thrown the gauntlet.

“You’re on duty,” you pointed out, but you leaned back on the biobed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“And if there’s a patient I’ll tend to them. But you’ve got nowhere to be, and if I have a say we’re finding someone on this ship for you,” she pointed out, before swiping your scans away from the vicinity and joining you on the bed. “Three rounds. I bet you I can do it in three rounds.”

With an eye roll you proceeded to glare at her, but her grin did not budge once, and with a sigh you just nodded.

“Perfect. Why don’t we start with a throwback? Old classmates? Harrison, Twyla, and Betty.”

Your smile crept up on your face, and without a second thought you rattled it off. “Fuck Twyla, marry Harrison, kill Betty. Obviously.” Considering that two of the three weren’t even on the ship, you knew that it was more a warmup than anything. Lots of pretty people at the Starfleet Academy.

“All right. And then… oh, what about the bridge crew?”

“Christine,” you groaned, hand smacking over your face. “We’re in public.”

“There’s no one here, and you can’t chicken out of the second round! Look, we’ll do… Lieutenant Sulu, Lieutenant Uhura, and Ensign Chekov.”

Your jaw clenched. Forget about saying hi to Sulu ever again.

“I would… I would…”

“C’mon. You can say it, Y/N.”

“Fine, fine!” But you couldn’t help your laughter as you shoved Christine’s arm again. “I would… I would fuck Uhura, marry Sulu, and – “

“And kill Chekov? He’s got a baby face! You’re gonna kill him where he stands!”

“Christine, this is not real life,” you reminded her with a hiss, shaking your head before beginning to walk towards the door. “I’m leaving before I end up having to resign.”

“Oh, no! We’ve got one more go.”

“I’m walking. My tailbone doesn’t even hurt anymore. The miracle of modern medicine.”

“Y/N!”

“What?”

“Captain Kirk.”

“No, Christine.”

“Commander Spock.”

“Stop!”

“And Dr. Mccoy!”

“What about me?”

Your heart stopped.

“Nurse Y/L/N, is that right?” Dr. McCoy, the man himself, stated, raising a brow as he moved into the med bay, boxes stacked up in his hand. Christine did the smart thing, moving forward to help the doctor carry them inside, but your feet were cemented to the floor, mouth a little agape, color flooding your cheeks.

“Y-Yes! Hello, sir, I was just – uh, I was just –“ you stammered, turning to follow them both with your eyes as their load was dropped on one of the biobeds. “Well. I was just leaving, really.”

“She had an appointment,” Christine offered, her best and most polite smile on for your shared boss, who seemed too tired to do more than nod. “And we were just discussing… shifts?”

“Shifts.” Again, Dr. McCoy’s brow raised, and with skilled fingers he reached to slide them along the seam, a hiss sounding out as they opened up, bearing unloaded hypodermics, some bandaging supplies.

“Shifts.” Your voice was weak as you confirmed it, but while his eyes were down Christine gave you a subtle nod, winking even as you scowled at her. “You see, I was just – I was just wondering if I could take the beta shift next week, and… well. That’s a change I need you to sign off on. Dr. M’Benga and dr. Olson didn’t have a preference when I asked them.”

“Uh-huh,” was the gruff response, and as his fingers reached up to scratch at his chin, something like amusement seemed to play in his eyes. Although, thinking about it, you reasoned it was probably just the exhaustion and the lights in the med bay you saw instead. “So, you scheduled an appointment with Christine and my medbay, takin’ up one of the biobeds here, to talk about shift changes?”

“No. No, no, it wasn’t just about that,” you got out, more heat rising to your cheeks, and thankfully your feet were moving backwards, towards the door, as their hands slid into gloves and prepped the new cargo for treatment.

“She… took a spill in her quarters. Needed an analgesic. I did a scan to make sure it wasn’t anything more than a bruised tailbone and then gave her a dose of lidocaine for the area and acetaminophen for the pain.” Of course, Christine could chime in, sounding composed, while you had just managed to regain motor functioning.

“I see,” McCoy responded, and there was a brief moment where you were sure he was gonna call your bluff. You didn’t even remember right away that there was a hypo-stick in the first place, and the lidocaine definitely did not happen, right? But then, something, almost like a smirk washed over his features. They relaxed, and those eyes lit up again, deep and dark and warm. It was like taking a shot of whiskey, the sour leaving behind something that made your breath catch.

“You know you could just say you fell on your ass, Nurse Y/L/N.”

The stories about Dr. McCoy in a nutshell. No southern charm, just a sweet Georgian gut punch. Humor hiding in the comment, of course, but at that point your embarrassment made it taste pretty damn bitter.

Thankfully, though, the moment was gone. The smirk vanished, the exhaustion seemed to settle over him like a blanket, and his eyes glanced toward you once again before shrugging. “beta shift works for me. Just don’t let it screw with your head too much and find someone who’s willing to trade.”

“That’s… yes. Well - good night, sir,” you got out, biting your lower lip, bowing your head before shooting another glare at Christine. “Good night, Nurse Chapel, and I’ll see you both… when I see you.”

“Good night, Y/N,” Christine called out, and the good doctor managed a hum of acknowledgement, his attention already pulled away from your retreating form. And if there was a second glance at you, it was nothing more than confirmation that the night was back to peace and quiet.

“I am never going to recover from this.”

“Mmm,” Scotty ground out, his arm elbow deep into the guts of the Enterprise.

“I mean it, Monty!” You cried out, back flat on your bed, arm thrown across your face but leaving your mouth wide open to complain. “Jesus Christ and now I’ve gotten myself roped into beta shifts, ready to be bored out of my skull for a whole damn week. He thinks I’m an idiot. An idiot and insane!”

“D’you think?” Was the reply, but the lack of attention didn’t bother you one bit. You were barely paying attention.

No, your head was running wild, with the fear that the greatest job you had, the job you were best at, was now at risk because of some dumb game you played with Christine. What if Dr. McCoy had heard all of it? What if he had just walked in because he had heard enough, and then you’d get called into his office, not a smirk in sight, and request your resignation? Could he do that? Off of a conversation?

“Y/N!” Scotty called out, and that’s what finally broke your spiral downward, your body shooting up to a sitting position, looking up to see Scotty staring out of the bathroom at you. Your water was running, you could hear it, and Scott was grinning from ear to ear, some kind of tool tucked behind his ear.

“All fixed,” he crowed with joy, brushing his hands off on his uniform. When he leaned on the doorway, his eyes were gazing around the rest of the place, as if it was just waiting to break on him, too. “computer, shut down the shower. Now, what were you saying, lassie? Somethin’ about our chief medical officer, yes?”

And as Scott smiled at you, no recognition of your crisis in him, you just smiled back, standing up to give him a hug. Even without saying anything, he had the best ideas.

“Nothing, Monty. Thanks for the fix.”

He was hustled out a few moments later, after a playful argument taking bets on what piece of machinery in this poor room would fall apart next (he was a fan of the faulty replicator, but you had a gut feeling it’d be the temperature control). But soon he was out of the room, and you knew that ignoring the whole thing would be the best option.

Except with Christine, ignorance was never an option for bliss. When your padd beeped, and then your communicator, you were forced to answer the message, looking to see a little smiley face emoticon with a message that left your heart falling to the floor.

“Your answer? :)”

Your answer? For the game? After all of that and Christine had the gall? But you could see her smile, even from this far, a smile that made you smirk.

But they were the rules, and so the question was left in your head. What was your answer? What were the options?

You thought about it as you started to get ready for bed, t-shirt set on the counter in the bathroom, hot shower started. Your hair was put up before you stripped, your face splashed with water and a towel as steam began to fill the room.

“Captain Kirk.” No personal experience with him, but you, like everyone on the ship, had seen him around. Had heard the legends. There wasn’t a soul who didn’t seem stricken by the love bug when it came to him, blond hair perfect, smile bright, blue eyes startlingly, well, blue. Friendly, quick, brave. He was the perfect man. But not everyone knew Christine. Christine, who’d had the lovely interaction with Cadet Kirk, at the time, who ended up kicking him out of your shared dorm room after a bad argument gone bad. The air was cleared enough that he managed to get polite smiles from her, but after that captain kirk never had the appeal. He was a playboy. His nature, his right, you supposed. But not for you.

“Commander Spock.” Tall, handsome. But very Vulcan, and very taken. Now, you knew he had to have some kind of sweet side, and there was something, you guessed, about the confidence that his reliance on logic seemed to convey. After all, you’d heard him lecture a few times, and if you were honest that would’ve been when you were most attracted to him – using his knowledge and logic and proud spirit to lead others on the path toward serving the federation. But there was only so far that logic and a lack of emotion could go, and even though you’d heard of outbursts occurring where his emotion made their mark? No. Arguments aplenty.

And who did that leave?

“Dr. McCoy.”

At that point, you still hadn’t entered the shower, and the computer was telling you that the water was about to automatically turn off to preserve the function of the ship’s supply, but your head was no longer in your bedtime ritual, instead thinking about the mysterious Dr. Mccoy, the infamous Dr. McCoy.

The Dr. McCoy that made nurses cry every so often from his outbursts – never violent but fierce, always due to the protectiveness he had for his patients. The Dr. McCoy who was a doctor before he even became a cadet, with enough knowledge to fill a few books. The Dr. McCoy who had smirked at you with those dark and deep eyes, brown and full with some kind of life as he... Well, teased, southern accent lilting just a bit, maybe? That Dr. McCoy? The Dr. McCoy who saved lives and healed and always, always, always fought for more healthcare, for more hypos, for more protections for the nurses who somehow, even in the 24th century, managed to get pushed to the wayside?

When you stepped in the shower, it took a second for your fingers to bang at the control panel, your legs held together, and with a quick setting manipulation the steam quickly cleared, the water’s temperature dropping to ice cold. You were in, and you were out, but by the time you had dressed and brushed your teeth color had crept on your cheeks again.

All you could see were those eyes.

“Fuck.”

“Ah, Nurse Y/L/N,” the doctor said, eyes barely looking up from the singed hands of the red-shirt in front of him. “I need dermatological regen started here and a full body scan initiated on the biobed two over.”

Like nothing had even happened. Like your nightmare interaction two weeks ago hadn’t resulted in you unintentionally taking night shifts, resulting in a fucked up circadian rhythm and bags under your eyes, not to mention hours bored out of your skull.

Christine wasn’t here, and for once you were grateful. The last thing you needed was her eyes on you as you maneuvered around the doctor for a new shift while exhaustion lingered in the back of your mind. But it also meant that there was no one to offer a united front. Just you.

“Nurse Y/L/N?”

And you just spent the past minute mulling all of that in your mind. Making yourself look like a dumbass in front of the doc and his patient. The patient hadn’t noticed, staring at his own hands in horror, but Dr. McCoy seemed like he was regretting letting you back on to handle days.

Shit.

“You got it, doc,” you managed with a kind smile at the engineer, whose face you could now see as you walked past him toward the wall. Your hands expertly manipulated to storage system, and with the tricorder kept at your waist you gathered the necessities.

The great thing – you were damn good at what you did. Especially when you could focus on it. Your face was bright, uniform neat (until it wasn’t due to fluids of some kind), and your hands were steady. And no complicated patients came in that day, especially since no away missions were sent out and nothing malfunctioned horribly deep within the ship’s bowels.

And yet, no matter what you did, no matter how competent you showed you were, no matter how many laughs or smiles or even nods from the most stubborn of usual patients? Eyes were on you. Dark, deep eyes. The whole day, no matter where you went, a furrowed brow and focused tailed you, watching your interactions.

All in all, a good day. A great day, even, as you injected your last hypo and the padd reported a normal set of vitals, no reaction to the medication after fifteen minutes.

The shift was over, now. It was a good shift, one that required no personal defense. You gave report to the next nurse, said goodbye to the others on-duty. Your jacket put on, your hair pulled down and back up after the frizz of the day had ruined it. Nothing really to note.

So why did the doctor not let you out of his sight?

The rest of the week, the same routine. The flow you had gotten into on alpha shifts returned, and your week of off nights was left behind in favor of much better mornings. Back on track, the same old, same old. And yet with every shift there was a new weight, those eyes on you. It felt like if he wasn’t tending to a patient, and he wasn’t in his office in the back of the bay, he was watching you. Critical of every injection and admission. You were starting to go a little crazy with it, your mind going a million miles an hour, second guessing the simplest stuff just so you wouldn’t fuck up in front of the CMO.

But after a while, the fear of failure turned into anger.

What right did the doctor have to analyze like that? You were a great nurse! You treated your patients and coworkers fairly, with respect and compassion. What was there to complain about? You knew your shit, and here was McCoy, looking like the Enterprise regretted your assignment there in the first place. By the end of the week, that anger had built up, and once the weekend rolled around, and your two off days in a row loomed, you decided you were done.

“Is there something on my uniform, Dr. McCoy?” You asked, terse as you organized the vaccine cart, the new year meaning new yearly injections to follow up on.

His fingers had been steadily scrolling through files of crew members, but their nimble work paused at your question. His eyes had taken a break from tearing you apart, but now they were focused on you once again.

“Excuse me, Nurse Y/L/N?” He asked, his face looking almost pinched.

“I was just wondering if there was something on my uniform. Or in my teeth, perhaps. Something in my hair, maybe, too.” Your hands kept chugging along, automatically rearranging the colored liquids, but there was a tightness you couldn’t shake, a tension.

“Something in your hair?” The doctor repeated, and at his tone, somewhat amused, you finally turned to face him, your brow raised in a mimic of his.

“Well, there’s gotta be something, considering that you haven’t gone five minutes without staring at me like I’m your least favorite sight in the world. So, what is it? Uniform out of regs? Did I administer a medication wrong? Did a patient complain?”

At that point, the amusement had turned to indignation, maybe even anger. His jaw was clenched, and the padd in his hands had been abandoned on the desk in favor of crossed arms over his chest.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, nurse,” he ground out, eyes flicking around the med bay. But there was no one to look at. No one to distract or overhear.

You couldn’t help your laugh. “Oh, I think you do,” you snapped, and almost mocking him, your arms crossed as well, a hip cocked, your eyes like daggers. “Ever since I came back on alpha shift, you’ve been doing all you can to catch me in a fuck-up. Well, it’s not happening! I’m damn good at what I do, and no amount of posturing, even from the CMO, would ever change that!”

His scoff was hard, arms uncrossing so a hand could pull through his hair in disbelief. “darlin’,” he said, slowly, as if you were dense, “There’s no posturing going on. Your abilities aren’t being doubted. Hell, I don’t even know your first name. Whatever story you’ve got going on in your head? It’s a story!”

His frustration showed through his accent, a southern drawl that got thicker as his sentences rambled on. But that couldn’t distract you from calling him out on his bullshit, no matter his position.

“I’m not senile,” you huffed, eyes rolling hard, and your steps closer were unconscious, crowding him against the desk he was leaning on now. “And I’m definitely not blind. So, tell me what your problem is with me, so I can go back to focusing on my job, and you can go back to focusing on yours!”

“There’s no damn problem!” His voice was almost a yell now, but you had no fear, and you sure as hell weren’t backing down. “It’s nothing. Hell, there isn’t anything to be nothing.”

And then it clicked, it clicked, as you stared into brown eyes that wavered for a second, that scanned you top to bottom in a split second. A break, a tell, whatever it was, the pieces were put together, and you stood tall, not letting his height on you intimidate.

“You overheard me and Christine, didn’t you?” It was low. “Is that what it is?”

“Overheard.” The clench in his jaw hadn’t loosened, but you watched that brow tick upwards again, his arms uncrossing so his hands could rest on the desk.

“When you walked in on us, last week,” you clarified. “You overheard our game.”

The anger was gone now. Now that everything had slotted into place, you weren’t angry. A little bit embarrassed maybe, but not angry. Frustration felt like it was leaking out of you, but the tension wasn’t gone. The standoff wasn’t broken. And after all of what, you had just yelled at your superior officer.

“Dr. McCoy,” you started, uncrossing your arms, and holding them up to offer a truce. “I apologize. For yelling. That… well, it shouldn’t have been my first move. But. I can explain, if you want me to.”

There was no verbal reply, but his exasperation came through with a huff, and he simply lifted a hand, gesturing for you to go on.

“It’s just a game we’ve played since the academy. It was inappropriate to play while Christine was on shift. I apologize for that as well,” you told him pulling back to glance once more at the sliding doors, which mercifully stayed closed. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Just a game,” he repeated, and at first you didn’t catch the shift in his tone. Didn’t connect it with the glance toward the doors, or the way he stood from the desk, so that you were almost close enough to brush against him. “Just a game… using the names of your captain, commander, and chief medical officer?”

“Yes,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m sorry for that, as well, that definitely won’t be happening again.”

“A game talkin’ about who you’d rather have in your bed.”

Your eyes shot back to him, color flooding your cheeks.

“I’m… I’m sorry?”

“Well, that’s the game, isn’t it?” He said with a shrug, and as he leaned forward you could feel your breath catch in your throat, looking up into a face you imagined in your own quarters in the dead of night, as you let steaming water hit your skin. His jaw wasn’t clenched anymore, and his voice was a low rumble.

It wasn’t a threat. But it gave you goosebumps all the same, that the bass of his words, and you managed to nod, swallowing even as you kept your chin lifted.

“That’s the game. Is there a problem?”

And God, there was that smirk. Warm like whisky, it made your hands clench, your legs shift as that warmth rushed through you.

“No problem at all,” he hummed, and as he leaned close those lips brushed past your cheek. You could smell his cologne now, spice flooding your nose, the antiseptic of the day fading away. The chill in the air that always seemed to linger was gone, nothing but heat on your mind. Right in your ear you heard him, after a low chuckle that made you want to scream, beg him to get on with it. “I guess I’ve just been wondering what you would’ve answered, had I not… interrupted.”

Lunchtimes were surely coming to an end. Any second a patient could come in, could see the both of you crowded against the desk and know exactly why the whole place felt like an oven. But something possessed you, then, to bring one of your hands to his shoulder, the other to his hip, and lean just as close, almost pushing up on your toes to whisper right back.

“Give you one guess.”

Matches. That’s what that kiss felt like, a box of matches all lighting at once – the spark and the flash and explosion of heat as Dr. McCoy pulled back just enough to press his lips against yours. Nothing gentle, nothing kind, just a ferocity that made you moan against his mouth. His hands, broad and hot, began to roam on your back, settling just enough to pull you ever closer, so that your bodies were flush against each other. Your hand ended up twisted in his hair, the other fisted in his shirt. And just like matches, it was the start of a fire, one that had you both stumbling towards his office, the door sliding behind you with a quiet hiss.

“You were teasing me,” he ground out, directing you between kisses until the back of your thighs were against his desk. His hands gripped you then, around the waist, lifting you so you could sit. “And you didn’t even know it. Your voice over and over in my head, thinking about how it’d sound with my name.”

“So, you stare at my ass instead of asking me, hmm? What a southern gentleman,” you laughed, and for that you got teeth against your neck, a hand shoving your skirt up. The tips of his fingers seemed to skate over your skin, tickling your inner thigh. But those slow circles never quite got where you wanted, just left burning trails in their wake. “Talk about teasing.”

“At’s what you get for having a smart mouth,” he chuckled, face still against your neck. But soon he was back to kissing you, making your head spin.

“That I know how to use,” you shot back, once again between presses of lips and gasps of air. “I’m – I’m not just a pretty face.”

“Never said you were,” he purred, and this time both hands lifted your skirt high, reaching for the panties that did a poor job of hiding anything. “But why don’t you let me use my mouth first?”

“What an offer.” One you certainly wouldn’t refuse, especially since he looked hungry for it, for you.

There was a brief moment’s hesitation, his finger curled around the elastic and so close to ripping them off. But while his body was begging for it, his pants more than a little tight, his eyes met yours.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, his tongue running along his lips as he got to his knees.

Your gaze didn’t waver, a grin coming over you. “That’s a fucking yes, sir.”

His grin matched yours, sharp and wily as he rid you of your underwear, hands on your knees so he could pull them apart. You were bare to the cool air, and your teeth caught your lower lip as he leaned forward with a hot gasp on your inner thigh.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

The first thing you felt was the swipe of his tongue, a furious push against where you were wettest. A taste, almost, before he licked a line through your folds until his mouth enveloped your clit. You were swollen, desperate for it, and your gasp was thick as fingers once again tangled in his hair. If you said anything, it was a “please,” a “yes,” a “god, right there” as he worked.

He took you apart with his mouth, no hesitation as his tongue worked you over, swirling around your clit as a finger began to tease your entrance. It was with a gasp you came, his hand spreading you open with two fingers inside of you, and when you were able to see straight you saw that grin again, his chin wet, his lips red.

“Holy shit, Doc,” you huffed, your hand falling from his hair to his chin, thumb swiping across the mess and bringing it up to your mouth so you could get a taste of yourself. He did you one better, leaning forward to kiss you again, and the taste of him and you made you smile.

“Leonard.”

“Leonard,” you repeated, and when you pulled back his smile was softer. Almost… vulnerable. “Suits you.”

“Well, I hope so,” he laughed. “It is my name.”

“And it’s my turn,” you pointed out, reaching for his waistband. “I think you should move to the chair.”

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July 28: 3x01 Spock’s Brain

Today’s ep was the infamous Spock’s Brain. I’d never seen it before and always insisted I didn’t want to but...this is a complete rewatch so I guess I kinda had to.

As predicted, it was bad. Utter nonsense for a premise and the actual execution shot through with sexism. There were some aspects that I did like but most of them have been done better by other eps--and in any case were not worth the ridiculous basis of the ep itself. Honestly, if I were watching all this live, and I waited months for this, I might have wondered if the show weren’t better off cancelled.

But I would have been wrong because the next ep is The Enterprise Incident so! Sometimes you just need to be patient.

This episode is starting out so strangely. Why is the bridge being shot from all these weird angles? And why do the colors seem...duller?

They really can spy on these other ships, huh?

“My name is Captain James Kirk.” Not breaking out the middle initial today, I see.

Chapel going for the drama as she falls down.

Kirk too, sprawled over his chair. (Makes me think of “The chair is, in fact, not bolted to the ground.”)

This honestly reads like a bad parody of Star Trek.

Ridiculous lines include: “His brain is gone.” “His incredible Vulcan physique.” “In search of his brain.” “Where are you going to look for his brain?” “It was taken out, it can be put back in.”

“Spock’s body is more dependent on his brain” than a human’s. Ummmm I feel like there’s something suspicious in there.

The only good thing about this ep is Kirk’s devotion to Spock.

Seriously why does the bridge look so different? Filming it from a different location changes everything.

When Kirk paces in front of the view screen, it really shows off how small it is.

“The spaceship that has Spock’s brain.”

I like these schematics and Chekov’s little presentation here. Also Kirk can automatically put years to all the planet evolution codes or whatever--like on the one hand, of course he can, that’s his job, but on another... what a nerd.

Honestly these people--obviously, they are underground on the ice planet. Obviously!!! I actually do appreciate this scene in general, with the bridge crew working out a problem on the bridge, which actually almost never happens--it’s definitely the best scene of the ep--but still. It’s obviously the ice planet.

Also, I like that Uhura gets to contribute. She thinks outside of the box, asks the good questions. Don’t just look at the outside evolution of the planet--ask about what the brain could be used for, and where it might be.

“Get there, find the brain.”

Oh no, he accidentally called Scotty Spock :(

“High of 40. Livable.” I realize this is a Russian joke but that’s really not that bad lol. Definitely not an ice age anymore.

“They give pain and delight.” So they’re dominatrixes?

“You are small.” Well no need to be mean about it.

Don’t you have a companion?? Love that that’s one of their synonyms for “spouse” or “partner.”

The alien men look like they’re wearing short jean skirts.

“A dead and buried city on a planet in a glacial age.” That’s a good idea. Could have done something better with that.

Chekov’s still stuck on the no women thing, I think.

Why did they dress Spock in a leftover outfit from This Side of Paradise?

McCoy and his stimulants again, waking up the alien lady after they stunned her. Multi-purpose.

“I know nothing about a brain.” Clearly.

So all the women live below ground, and all the men live above...

Ah-ha, they have found Spock’s voice.

“There is a definite pleasurable experience connected with the hearing of your voice.” This ep is almost worth it for that line.

Also Kirk’s face when he hears Spock’s voice.

I like that Spock is still funny. Honestly he’s probably funnier disembodied. This is a very humorous Spock characterization. “That is a practical idea. It seems unlikely that I shall be able to get to you.”

WHAT IS BRAIN.

They’re being quite sexist, aren’t they? “No engineering geniuses here. Only women. None of these women could ever have done surgery on Spock’s brain.” Like I know it’s that they’re obviously (or supposedly obviously) naive and childlike but like combining that with the sex segregated society and the actual phrasing of these lines (WOMEN?? Engineers?? Doctors??) plus Kirk assuming the Controller is a man (who says?) all creates this like definite sexist vibe while watching. Ugh make it stop.

How can Spock’s brain control everything? They’ve only had it for 5 minutes.

“Mistress.” I told you they were dominatrixes.

Oh yeah Captain Sulu!!

More sexist quotes: “What a way to maintain control over a man.” “I’ve certainly noticed their delightful aspects.” Please stop talking; you’re digging yourselves in a deeper hole.

(Seriously though--I feel like the unspoken world building fact here is that the women need the men for procreation specifically, which is why they capture the men, and then control them--using the “pain belts”--to have sex--the “pleasure.” They probably also use them for other labor, given the presence of the male guards and the line “they won’t help us if we don’t control them” or whatever it was. But surely the delightfulness of the women is more than their physical appearance, is what I’m saying.)

What is the commentary on gender here? Women = scary, dumb, and hot?

Yeah, how DOES Spock’s brain fit into this?

Lol at Spock’s empty body calmly watching them all fighting.

“Science will triumph.” A real lost opportunity in the AOS-verse to have Kirk say this after a bar brawl.

“You are a disembodied brain.” I feel like there’s a (McCoy) joke in here about how he’s reached his ideal state.

His body is the building. (I was right, I totally called this plot point as soon as Spock started talking about his incredibly large body and how his brain was still doing things like regulating oxygen. I must say... this is not a bad idea, except for the brain stealing part. Like there’s something in there, the idea of the complex as a body, powered by a brain. Idk.)

So basically Spock is taking another opportunity to insult Bones’ medical skills. Oh Spock, never change.

I feel like Bones is enjoying his Spock puppet, on some level.

“Pain bands.”

Use the Spock puppet, Kirk! Use it to fight the lady alien!

“The controller is young and powerful, perfect.” / “How very flattering.” LOL I can’t believe this is real.

“You took his brain. You will put it back.”

So the alien lady puts on the spiky helmet and now she’s suddenly smart. I hate thissssssssssss.

(I actually do think the idea of old knowledge stored outside of the... brains...of the current generation, for their own protection, as decided by the paternalist elders... is not itself a bad concept. Of course it’s also a concept that other eps did better, like The Apple or For the World is Hollow or even Return of the Archons. Again, combining it with all the gross things they said about women earlier just leaves a bad taste. Even though--even though!!--we don’t know who the elder people were. Like, was this a matriarchal society that saved the women in the underground because they were better? Or was it a patriarchal society that put the women in the underground because they were considered weak and in need of protection? I rather assumed the second, but I think there’s some evidence for the first, in particular, that the story reeks of Sexualized Male Fear. What’s a better combination of hot and scary than a matriarchy of women in short skirts?)

“Got your gun.” (But the other way around.)

“Our need for the Controller is more important than your need for your friend.” That sounds an awful lot like “The needs of the many outweigh needs of the one” and we all know what Kirk thinks about that. That said, he’s really not...engaging with her facially fair argument at all.

“No one may kill a man. Not for any purpose. It cannot be condoned.”

Love Scotty’s acting skills. Gotta get this gun back really fast--create a diversion by fainting! But not too much!

I do love McCoy. He’s an adventurer too. He pretends he’s not but he jumps at the chance to discover and learn. He will not hesitate to put himself in danger if it’s for the common good or to protect his friends.

“Put the teacher on.”

Now finally Kirk is engaging with the fate of the society he’s encountered lol. Like, again, he’s not wrong; they’ve stagnated under the computer/controller and it’s not moral to steal from someone else to keep your comfortable and boring life going when you could just do the work yourself, but coming this late, it feels like an afterthought. It’s also weird that she just like stood by and let them take Spock and his brain after all that to do about...not letting them have the brain. Like at the end of the day she was not so inept. Also, they never explained what happens to all the knowledge in the teacher. One would assume they’d have to access it--or not? They’re just to start from scratch? Also legit I guess. And finally... all I can really hear, in the emphasis on integrating with the men again, is “You’ll learn how to develop a society naturally and also about heterosexual sex wink wink.” (Except that as I said... I think they know about that.)

I see McCoy’s regretting that “child’s play” talk now.

“Give priority to reconnecting Spock’s vocal cords.” Yep that’s how the brain works for sure.

Wow Spock really does have to do everything himself. Including operate on himself.

“This Vulcan is telling me how to operate.”

How did he operate without...opening Spock’s skull... in any way??

Not to question the verisimilitude of Spock’s Brain lol.

Everyone’s being so rude--Spock is providing valuable last minute exposition/explanation about this weird-ass society!

It’s always odd when they don’t return to the bridge. Like, they’re not going to collect Chekov?

That was... something.

I liked a few things: any excuse for Kirk to be devoted to Spock; the humor Spock showed; I liked the bridge scene where they looked at the map of the planets; and I liked certain things about the premise of the episode, although, like I said, most of the general aspects (post-disaster society, reliance on computers, etc.) had been done better in other episodes. I liked the look into the Male Brain lol.

What I didn’t like was how outright ridiculous the basic catalyzing event was--Spock’s brain has been literally stolen like??? Are you kidding me? That led to a considerable amount of dialogue that read like a Star Trek parody. Did not like that. And of course, as I said... the sexism. I think I’ve unpacked that enough. It didn’t need to be sexist, and you can explain it in a way that’s not, but the vibe sure was. It was like... well a lot of TOS is like this imo. You can give it an A (or at least a B) for effort, but what comes out is so obviously tainted by the sexism of the creators. Like, for example, how they say they believe in women who are just as capable and professional as men, but struggle to show it. This ep wanted to show a matriarchal society but it wasn’t really a matriarchal society--it was a Freudian dream that was all about the male psyche and what it most fears and wants.

All that said.. the next ep is a D.C. Fontana creation featuring one of my favorite TOS Ladies, the Female Romulan Commander, so I will be receiving a consolation prize.

Also the AOS verse is still more sexist and doesn’t have an excuse I said what I said.

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