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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 year

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everyone's a ferrari fan

fc: eileen gu

charles leclerc x professional skier - social media au

warnings: swearing

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ynofficial: completed sponsor duties and broke three hearts in the process 💔💔💔 i apologise to those affected

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fan1: danny? scotty? WHO IS THE THIRD????

chloestroll: me

scottyjames31: don't throw off the trail i want to see where this goes

fan2: the full circle has been complete

fan3: chloe🤝yn🤝scotty🤝danny

fan4: my multiverse of madness

danielricciardo: traitor

scottyjames31: she most certainly is

ynofficial: 🕵️

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ynofficial: scottyjames31, danielricciardo this you??

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danielricciardo: well...you caught me there

scottyjames31: oops

fan5: babe who was the third person you were on about?????

fan6: honestly i'm here for the mclaren slander

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landonorris: erm excuse me??

ynofficial: you're excused

charles_leclerc: but who do you actually support?

danielricciardo: i actually would like to know this 👀

chloestroll: me too 👀

pierregasly: me three 👀

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scottyjames31: holy fuck us snow siblings had a great weekend

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fan8: what did you do for her to lowkey look that annoyed?

danielricciardo: wdym that’s her normal face

ynofficial: 🖕🏻

scottyjames31: i told her to imagine a certain someone naked

chloestroll: i apologise ynofficial

scottyjames31: she told me she didn’t have to imagine it

danielricciardo: 😧😧

chloestroll: never mind then

fan9: WHO WHAT WHEN JAYYDHW

fan10: IS THIS CONFIRMATION

ynofficial: guess so

ynofficial: BUT CONGRATULATIONS SNOW BRO!!!

scottyjames31: CONGRATS SNOW SISTER!!!

charles_leclerc: you guys killed it!

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scottyjames31: i see you, ynofficial, and i embrace it. you do not intimidate me.

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danielricciardo: probably my favourite delivery that i've ever done

ynofficial: but what about the goat?

danielricciardo: ok i take it back

fan11: GUYS WHAT GOAT

chloestroll: trust me, you don't want to know

fan12: ok but the snow siblings' sense of humour>>>

scottyjames31: it's genetic.

ynofficial: and i'm the funniest

danielricciardo: i agree with ynofficial

scottyjames31: you'll find the divorce papers in the mail shortly

ynofficial: NO YOU CAN'T TAKE MY BROTHER IN LAW FROM ME

lance_stroll: um

ynofficial: not you honey 💚

fan: i'm confused at this family dynamic

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charles_leclerc: late dump from austria ⛷️⛷️

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fan13: late dump?? austria?? you mean where y/n and scotty just competed??

fan14: holy shit i think he does

pierregasly: what do you have a personal photographer now?

charles_leclerc: stop stirring the pot mate 😂😂

fan15: pierre like this comment if charles is hiding something

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fan15: you should all know that he liked my comment

tiktok posted by scottyjames31...

comments:

danielricciardo: you forgot to tag ynofficial technically she now has her own source of information...

fan15: DANIEL WHAT

scottyjames31: that's supposed to be a secret 🤫🤫

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f1tea: charles leclerc spotted this weekend with mystery girl! identity is unknown - feel free to comment any ideas

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fan17: PIERRE??? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

fan18: keeping tabs on his bestie

pierregasly: keeping tabs on my bestie indeed

fan19: she kind of looks familiar like i think i ran into her on the grid a few races ago

fan20: am i the only one who thinks that could be scotty and danny's friend?

fan21: BABE 'SCOTTY AND DANNY'S FRIEND' IS MISS Y/N L/N GIVE HER SOME RESPECT

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ynofficial: everyone's a ferrari fan

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fan22: this choice of pictures is unusual like i can't explain it

fan23: babe all this information coming from different sources rn is giving me whiplash are you or are you not dating charles leclerc?????

scottyjames31: see that's just not true

ynofficial: even if they say they're not, they are ferrari fans

scottyjames31: please don't my loyalty is already being pulled in two ways

fan24: not y/n posting both charles and carlos to try and throw us off her scent

fan25: okay there's no way she's not dating charles - scotty's tiktok and then the pap photos??????

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ynofficial: why do people keep asking if i'm dating charles leclerc?

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scottyjames31: sheesh idk i'm scratching my chin trying to come up with something here

danielricciardo: BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE

pierregasly: fun yacht trip?

charles_leclerc: who even is charles leclerc?

fan26: nah you're playing now that's cruel

fan27: THE BACK THE BOAT THE HAND KJBSCVE

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charles_leclerc: it's me guys. she broke my heart the day she spent with red bull 💔💔 but we're healing and moving on from that bump in the road. side note: my do i love this woman

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pierregasly: ynofficial give me back my boyfriend

ynofficial: but you already have him on weekends!!!!!!

landonorris: i'm sorry i must have missed something here

danielricciardo: keep up

redbullracing: we lost another trouper to the tifosi 😭

fan28: please they're so fucking hot idk who to look at

fan29: fr i'm torn

fan30: mother and father 🧎🧎

fan31: i'm worried, scotty's being quiet

scottyjames31: i hope you can fight, leclerk

charles_leclerc: i'm under strict instructions not to fall for your bait, lames

danielricciardo: everyone needs to know that the post y/n put on where me and scotty were sat on a porch wearing cowboy gear, y/n had just told us she'd been dating charles for 7 months, and that was 3 months ago

ynofficial: scotty's a little salty rn

scottyjames31: *protective

scottyjames31: actually you deserve each other, you're both unnecessarily dramatic

ynofficial: chloestroll

chloestroll: please scottyjames31 you need to look in the mirror

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ynofficial: BUT I LOVE THAT MAN LIKE NOBODY CAN

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scottyjames31: you don't understand my ears were bleeding from how many times you played don't delete the kisses by wolf alice before you met this gorgeous thang

fan31: what does she listen to now?

scottyjames31: taylor swift mostly

fan32: nobody understand me i'm breaking down rn

fan33: y/n in her fan era

fan34: these are quite possibly the most SCRUMDILLYICIOUS pictures of this man that i have EVER seen and i love it so much

pierregasly: charles has entered his wag era

charles_leclerc: and i'm never gonna leave 💪

charles_leclerc: it's a lifestyle, brian

danielricciardo: OH THEY GROW UP SO FAST

fan35: i've lost track of this group of people now

fan36: lance stroll🤝chloe stroll🤝scotty james🤝y/n l/n🤝charles leclerc🤝daniel ricciardo🤝scotty james

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 social media au #charles leclerc social media au

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seungkwansphd · 10 months

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bean me up, scotty

pairing: coffee roaster!seungcheol x cafe manager!YN word count: 2K synopsis: you see seungcheol often enough at work. helpful daytime seungcheol, you can handle. but nighttime, arms fully out seungcheol? that's a problem. themes: fluff, SFW, work crush/work acquaintances vibes. beefy seungcheol. SCOUPS RIZZ at the end, implied smut.

a/n: @wavelikewhat came up with this concept and we both had different ideas about how to approach it, so it was super fun to write and then read both versions! def check hers out here.

“Hey boss, Mr. Choi is here!” the voice of one of your baristas pulled your mind out of inventory suddenly.

“Hey I told you not to to call me mister, kid,” Seungcheol’s voice followed. You can practically hear the pout in his tone, which drew a smile to your lips.

“I’ll be right out,” you called back and tucked your pencil behind your ear.

You stepped out of the back room to greet Choi Seungcheol, head roaster at Brandywine Coffee Roasters.

“Hey Cheol,” you greeted him with a smile, “You can leave the delivery in the usual spot. I’ll put it up later.”

“You sure? I have time today, you’re my last delivery,” he raised an eyebrow at you, an offer to help.

“Well, I won’t say no, if you have the time. I’ll caffeinate you,” you shrugged. This was your typical offer and as usual he took you up on it.

“Okay,” he nodded and rolled his dolly into the back room.

Brandywine was the core coffee roaster that you used at your cafe. Seungcheol had been your point of contact for almost a year now, so he knew his way around without any direction. He set to work on replenishing your two pound bags of espresso blend and let you handle the retail, one pound single-origins.

“Oh? You found it?” your eyes widened as you read the label of the bag in your hands. “Restricted oxygen?”

You had mentioned this specific type of processing to Seungcheol a few months ago. The low oxygen processing conditions selected for a unique proportion of microorganisms, yielding an unusual flavor profile once roasted. It seemed quite niche, so you were surprised to be holding a bag in your own hands. You set one bag aside for your personal tasting needs before shelving the rest of the bags.

“Got time to try this with me?” you asked as you both left the back room. “I can set us up a French press.”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nodded. “Let me just put this back in the truck.”

“Sure,” you smiled at him, setting about prepping. You were giddy with excitement as you ground the beans. The aroma was already quite striking.

“Are we doing a tasting?” your youngest barista, Chan, asked curiously.

“Yes,” you nodded surely.

“Oh yay! Seungcheol whips up the coolest stuff. What is it today?”

“It’s a restricted oxygen process Ethiopia,” Seungcheol answered, appearing behind Dino. “Experimental processing, but cool. I’ll be interested to hear what you think, YN.”

“Whoa, that’s cool! Like leaning towards anaerobic, huh?”

“Yes, exactly that,” you grinned.

As the timer counted down, Chan helped a customer. Seungcheol stood with his arms crossed, watching you watch the timer.

“Missed you at the roaster showcase,” you commented as you depressed the French press plunger and poured the brew into cortado glasses.

“Eh, you know I don’t like that stuff. Sam is way better at those events. I heard it went well though, thanks again for letting us use the space.”

“Of course,” you chuckled, handing the glass to Seungcheol. It was hard to ignore the jolt you felt when his hands brushed over yours, but you liked to think you did your best. “Chan!” you beckoned during a lull in customers.

“Oh interesting!” Chan’s eyebrows raised with surprise, “It tastes almost like…peachy gummy rings? Fascinating!”

“Hmm,” you hummed thoughtfully as you tasted the liquid in your mouth. “I don’t know that I get peach gummy, but I see what you’re saying. There’s like fruit and sweetness, but it’s not very high, if that makes sense.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Seungcheol nodded before taking another aerated sip. “Really neat, thanks for the suggestion, YN,” he nudged you gently.

You smiled sheepishly at him and ignored Chan’s pointed look. You could already tell that once Seungcheol left, you were going to get yet another earful about how you and the roaster were dancing around each other and denying mutual chemistry. You were overcome by an unreasonable desire to keep Seungcheol here longer so that you could avoid that.

“Something for the road?” you asked instead, shaking that thought out of your mind. “I have a seasonal cherry syrup and we’re doing a cherry cola espresso tonic that’s kind of fun for the summer.”

“Huh. Caffeine and caffeine?” Seungcheol considered the drink with amusement. “Sure, I’ll try it.”

“I’m assuming you’ll want YN to make it, as usual?” Chan teased, stepping back from the bar.

The roaster placed his hands into his packers and shrugged with a soft smile, but didn’t deny it. You laughed and set about crafting his featured beverage.

“I really think you two like each other!” Chan started practically before the door had swung shut behind Seungcheol.

“I do like Seungcheol. And his coffee.”

“I mean in a non-professional way. Please note I didn’t say unprofessional, because I don’t think it would be unprofessional. I just think you think he’s hot and he thinks you’re hot. He’s always taking your coffee suggestions and he looks at you a lot when you’re not looking.”

“Chan,” you planted your hands on your hips.

You didn’t want to talk about this with him anymore. He didn’t need to know that the reason was fear of it pushing your delulu brain further than it already was with this workplace crush. You liked Seungcheol, but you also only saw him at work, so it didn’t need to go further than that.

Outside, Seungcheol was grateful that he worked alone. If he’d had a Chan, they most certainly would’ve called him on the inordinately pleased look that had crossed his face when he’d caught the start of your conversation as he left. While it was a guess on Chan’s part, it at least reassured Seungcheol that he wasn’t the only person who had picked up on a potential something between you. Not that he felt ready to do anything about it yet, but he could at least be comforted that it wasn’t totally fabricated on his end.

…

“Eee, staff outing, I’m so excited!” Naomi and Chan squealed excitedly as they skipped towards the bar.

You smiled, thoroughly entertained, as you watched them. You hadn’t had a chance to do much prying yet, but you had a sneaking suspicion that they had started dating recently.

“The answer is yes,” Seungkwan, one of your higher seniority staff, clicked his tongue judgmentally at the pair.

“Huh?” your head whipped around to look at him more directly.

“They are dating. Just last week.”

You had to burst out laughing. For someone who’s life occasionally got quite messy, he could be quite judgemental, but he was also incredibly reliable and responsible in ways that made you grateful he’d continued to work with you for so long.

“Thank you for the updates as usual,” you smiled before grabbing his arm to pull him into the bar.

You spotted Naomi and Chan whispering to each other at the end of the bar and you made your way towards them.

“Okay, let’s thank Father Chip for bankrolling our annual staff outing. Please drink wisely,” you smiled at him. It was a sorry excuse for a grand speech, but it would do well enough to kick the night off.

You looked over the menu as Chan and Naomi waited to catch the eye of a bartender. You heard some commentary about a ‘beefcake’ as you wondered just what exactly Cynar was made out of.

“Oh, he’s coming, he’s coming!” Naomi bounced on her heels excitedly, which meant you had to decide what you wanted and quickly.

“Hey folks, what can I get-,” the bartender greeted you. You were just in the middle of recognizing his voice when he recognized you first. “Oh hey Chan, Naomi, Seungkwan! Is YN out with you?”

“Seungcheol?” you lifted your head, slightly bewildered, to meet eyes with Brandywine’s own head roaster.

“Hey,” he nodded at you. It was a normal greeting, but something about the way his eyes flicked over you afterwards made you impossibly nervous.

“Do you work here?” Seungkwan asked on your behalf.

“Not usually,” Seungcheol brought his arm up to scratch the back of his neck, “Sammy owns this place too and occasionally he needs a hand.”

Sammy was Seungcheol’s business partner at Brandywine, so this made some sense, but your brain and eyes were busy processing Seungcheol’s arm. Daytime Seungcheol was typically clad in a flannel or a solid Carhartt t-shirt, effectively hiding his build. Nighttime Seungcheol, however, was wearing a cut off t-shirt which favored you with a gratuitous view of his muscles. This was a problem for you.

“So what are we drinking?” Seungcheol asked, “Happy to make recommendations too.”

He held your gaze for a moment.

“I’ll do the Coco Bop,” Seungkwan ordered. Dino and Naomi quickly followed suit and before you knew it, Seungcheol stood before you, arms fully out, waiting for your order.

“What does Cynar taste like?”

“Oh, I don’t know actually. You want to try?” he asked before turning to grab the bottle. He poured out a partial shot and took a sip before handing it to you. When you set down the glass, you were both making mirrored grimacing faces at each other.

“That is foul,” you inhaled sharply, face warm from the overwhelming taste of the liquor. “Thank you though. I will have a glass of white wine, please.”

“Oh we have a skin fermented wine, I think you’ll like that. It’s got a little bit of that funk, like the low oxygen process. How’s that sound?”

“I’m sure it’ll be good!” you nodded, self conscious at the crowd that had built up behind you, eagerly awaiting their turn to order.

“This one’s on me,” he smiled when he returned with the glass.

“Oh no-, I-.”

“You comp me all the time. Let me get this one for you.”

“Okay,” you nodded before seeking out the rest of your staff. You just knew you were going to be teased about this interaction too.

Despite your best efforts, you and Seungcheol continued to cross paths and meet eyes the rest of the evening. Whether you were returning glassware, barreling into him as you left the bathroom, or feeling his gaze on you as you watched the others dance, it all seemed to affect you. Unfortunately for your brain, you liked this version of Seungcheol too and it made you curious for more.

Seungcheol watched you try to avoid his gaze and he glanced at the clock impatiently. He’d only agreed to take on the opening shift, so he had a handful of minutes left. He hoped that you’d stick around until then.

“You can leave now,” Sammy appeared at his side.

“Huh?”

“I’m worried your eyes are going to fall out of your head if you look any harder at YN,” Sammy rolled his eyes. He’d had a sneaking suspicion about you since Seungcheol had brought up the idea of participating in the coffee roaster showcase at your cafe.

“Wish me luck,” Seungcheol chuckled before heading towards you.

“And then she said-,” Seungkwan’s words trailed off as his eyes widened at you.

“What did she say?!” you demanded. You were surprised and confused when all three of them shook their heads and pointed at something behind you. Someone, rather.

“Hey,” Seungcheol was standing behind you with his hands in his pockets. “Are you hungry? I just finished up.”

“...I could eat,” you answered, heat zipping up your spine again.

“Did you drive?”

“No.”

“I’ll give you a ride then,” he smiled. He waved at Chan, Naomi, and Seungkwan before leading you out the staff entrance to his car.

“Should I plan to drop you off at home tonight or tomorrow?” he asked as he backed out of his parking spot.

If you’d been holding something, you most certainly would have dropped it. You bit your lip and still failed to hold in your gobsmacked grin at this line.

“...tomorrow.”

Seungcheol glanced over, eyes flicking over you again, before he smiled smugly and drove out of the parking lot.

#scoups fanfic #scoups fluff #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol fluff #svthub #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #scoups x reader #scoups scenario #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol imagines #seungkwansphd:writes

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bluetorchsky · 28 days

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"Hey guys!" Aidan shouted as he stepped inside the ArcCoil room. "Special delivery for some very special people!"

"Hello Aidan!" Violin called back, as he and Accordion walked out of their bedroom with their twins in their arms. He raised an eyebrow as the young Toppat set out a woven basket on a table in front of the family. The top of the basket was lined with crinkly pastel colored paper and covered in multi-colored paper confetti, hiding something underneath. "What's this all about?" He asked as he held his son, Florence, in his arms, rocking him gently as the baby made spitting noises and giggled.

"I don't think we were supposed to be receiving any packages from anyone." Accordion added as he shifted his daughter, Aurelia, in his arms. The little girl was playfully hitting her father's arm, laughing as she was moved from one side to the other. She and her twin brother still had their mitts on when they were woken from their afternoon nap, to prevent themselves from hurting their hands as they slept.

The young Irish Toppat chuckled and rubbed his hands together. "Then consider this a surprise delivery!" He said before he reached into the basket and pulled two items out, each of them resting in both of his hands. "Ta-da! Happy Easter!"

In his hands were two large eggs wrapped with a blue and red ribbon respectively. The one with the blue ribbon was painted red with different hues of blue decorating it in a polka dot style. The second egg that had the red ribbon was painted in blue and had different red hues wrapping around it in a stripes style.

Violin gasped and smiled. "Aidan, these are beautiful! Did you make these yourself?"

"Sure did! Had some help from Scottie and their new apprentice, Eden! Took a bit to find the right ones but–"

"Hm? Hold on, Aidan." Accordion interrupted as he looked down at Aurelia with a frown. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Both Aurelia and Florence were starting to squirm in each of their father's arms, trying to remove their mitts while reaching out towards the eggs in Aidan's hands. Accordion clicked his tongue and held his daughter closer to him.

"No, no, dears. You're both not yet strong enough to hold those eggs." Accordion with a small chuckle as he tried to make her comfortable in his grip. "Don't worry, we have your toys in the basket over there–"

The twins didn't listen and instead spat out their pacifiers, the plastic objects falling and bouncing on the carpeted floor as the twins once again reached out for the eggs and said–

"Da-da!"

"Pa-pa!"

The room fell silent only for a few seconds before the twins started blabbering in their own little language, smiles on their chubby cheeks as they repeated their first words, Da-da and Pa-pa.

Aidan's amber eyes literally sparkled, laughing along with the twins. "Wow, their first words! This is grand!" He said before looking up his mentors. "I mean they were both different but similar in a way–Are you both okay?"

Accordion and Violin hadn't paid attention to Aidan, as they had turned their children around to face them, tears already leaking down their eyes like a rapid river. They both didn't say anything, lips trembling into a smile.

"Their...Their first words were-were u-us..." Violin stuttered, trying to keep his composure as he pressed his wet cheek against Florence's head, sniffling. "O-Ollie...Ollie!"

Accordion was no better, at a loss for words as he stared at Aurelia with a proud look on his face as he wept "I-I kno-know, Tre-Tre..." He said with a slight tremble in his voice. "I-It's...amazing..."

The twins tilted their heads in confusion as they watched their dads cry, while Aidan shook his head and chuckled. "Aye, I can't blame them..." He said quietly before he noticed something between the twins.

Both Aurelia and Florence looked at each other before looking back up at their dads with smiles on their faces. They both reached up and patted their dads' wet cheeks with their mitts, remembering how their dads did this with each other when they were sad, and giggled.

"Da-da..."

"Pa-pa..."

This caused both Accordion and Violin to both cry loudly, their tears hitting the wooden table in a happy but wet sounding pattern. They held their children close, whimpering and crying joyfully while Aidan just crossed his arms with a soft smile, letting the dads have their moment with their children.

After a few minutes, Accordion and Violin were sitting on the couch, calling up Alex and Eric to tell them what happened excitement vibrating throughout their bodies. As they did, Aidan sat on a pink fluffy oval rug with the twins sitting in-between his legs. He smiled at them and held up each of the eggs in his hands once more.

"Okay, tell me again who they remind you of." Aidan said to them, showing the eggs to the twins before holding them higher so they wouldn't try to grab them. "Come on now!"

Both Aurelia and Florence laughed as they tried to grab the eggs while scooting on their butts. "Da-da! Pap-pa!" They both shouted, kicking their legs happily and laughing adorably.

Aidan laughed, letting the babies try and climb over his legs to move around some more. "Brilliant! Just brilliant you two."

BONUS:

I didn't realize that Transgender Day of Visibility also fell on Easter, so this is a little something I added. Aidan is explaining to his two little siblings what the Transgender and Non-binary flag mean, since their Papa Violin is Transgender (FTM) and their sibling Zephyr is Non-binary, with she/they pronouns. I believe there is a specific date for the International Non-Binary Day of Visibility (July 14) but I needed another flag for the second egg so yeah.

At least I got this out in time Have a little something extra, just to show the dads' reaction to their babies' first words:

(They about to smooch their kiddos cause they love them oh so damn much, haha. Aidan just hopes they don't go overboard like they usually do)

Mention of Scottie Anderson and Eden Orchard belong to @jaytoons7

#the henry stickmin collection #thsc #thsc oc #henry stickmin oc #thsc accordion #thsc violin #oliver arc #trent coil #thsc aurelia #thsc florence #arccoil family #thsc aidan brannon #aidan brannon #bluetorchsky #bluetorchsky art

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gumnut-logic · 2 months

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John intervenes 1

This is all @flyboytracy 's fault with their magic gif making skills prompting fic ideas.

However I have to apologise in advance cos this fic comes with a tissue warning. Also, it was supposed to be Allie-focussed and it is, but big brother Scotty plays a very big part in this, and is most of the source of the need for tissues. I'm sorry, Scotty!

Many, many thanks to @katblu42 and @onereyofstarlight for the read throughs and the listening as I wibbled about the ending (I wrote more, but cut it). Also for the tissues needed.

So a heavy angst warning on this for a very upset pair of brothers.

Canon did it, not me! Honest!

-o-o-o-

It was dark and a little scary.

Alan peered out of the elevator into the hangars. The massive caves were quiet except for the distant sounds of the ocean and the wind whistling over the Island.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

Dad said he wasn’t to enter the hangars alone as there were too many things that could hurt him. He was too little. One day, yes, but not until he was grown up.

He had, of course, been in here with an older brother or Dad. Brains had even let him in once when Scotty had been hurt, and had shown him what had happened and how he was going to stop it from happening again.

Alan suspected Virgil had asked the engineer to do it because Alan had been scared for his big brother. But the reasoning didn’t matter right at this moment.

What mattered was that he knew how to get aboard Thunderbird One.

An unseen breeze tickled his hair.

The residential elevator opened at the top of the stairs leading down to Thunderbird One’s launch bay. As Alan moved, the gaping cavern lit up automatically, lighting up all the machinery and the stairs he was creeping down.

He needed to do this.

His brothers weren’t so he would.

They spent more time arguing than anything else. Virgil in particular. At least Scotty said he wanted to go. Virgil wouldn’t let him.

The fights were loud.

And hurt.

Alan was sick of crying.

He needed to do something.

Thunderbird One glinted ever so silver and red in the overhead lights. She was massive.

And so…wow.

Alan’s heart thudded in his chest.

International Rescue was shut down. Had been ever since…it happened. His brothers had taken out their ‘birds. Many, many times.

But not anymore.

Alan’s hand seemed small on the pilot delivery system. Brains had hit it while talking a mile a minute, explaining that this was a maintenance delivery system and not the main one Scott used. Something about safety and his brother’s death-defying feats. In any case, the wide platform that assembled at the edge of the chasm below had all the guard rails an eleven-year-old could need.

Thank goodness. Brains had demonstrated how Scotty made it to his pilot chair and it looked terrifying.

Fun but terrifying.

He wasn’t as tall as Brains…yet…he had plans in that area, but he was able to reach the controls and direct the delivery platform over to the huge rocket.

A press of a button and her doors slid open.

Because this was maintenance, the pilot’s chair did not deploy and Alan was able to step off the platform and into One’s cockpit.

He stared at the chair for a moment. The quilted red silicone leather had dips where his big brother sat.

Alan adored Scott. He was his biggest brother and so cool. He’d been in the Air Force and now he flew the fastest plane on the planet and saved lives.

Well, he did until…

Alan blinked. This is where Scotty had been sitting.

A swallow and Alan climbed up. Scott wasn’t sitting here now. Hadn’t been for days.

So now Alan was going to sit here and take One and do what needed to be done.

He thumbed the switch that closed the cockpit doors.

“Alan?”

He jumped as Johnny flickered up blue in front of him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going out to find Daddy.” Alan straightened in the pilot’s seat and reached for the lever to activate launch.

His older brother hovered before him with wide eyes. “Alan-“

“I’m doing this, Johnny.”

“I can’t let you, Alan.” There was no appended ‘you’re not old enough’ but it was there anyway.

“You can’t stop me!” He activated the launch procedure. He could do this. He knew enough and he was old enough.

Nothing happened.

No.

“I’m sorry, Alan.”

His brother’s voice was calm and kind but it was the trigger point, nonetheless.

“Why?!”

“Allie, -“

“No one is out looking for him! Not you, not Virgil, not even Scotty!”

“Al-“

“You’re not even down here helping!”

“Alan, we are looking!”

“Not enough! We need to do more!” He kicked his feet against the base of the chair. “Let me go!”

The pilot doors suddenly slid open. Scott was standing there, pale, hair askew, in his pyjames.

The chasm loomed below.

“No! We need to keep searching! We need to find Dad!”

Scott leapt into the cockpit, the doors sliding closed immediately behind him. “Allie!”

The Scott-the-hero warred with current Scott-the-sick standing in front of him. He was no longer recognisable. Gone was the shine of confidence, laughter, the big brother he knew and loved.

What remained was a battered mess that argued and yelled.

“I’m going out to look for Daddy.”

“No, you’re not.” Scott’s voice was parched.

“Yes, I am. Why aren’t you?”

And to his horror, there was suddenly tears in Scott’s eyes. “Because he isn’t out there, Allie.”

“He is, you said he is!” He’d heard it yelled at Virgil so many times. It had to be true.

The chair made him taller than his big brother. The partition that made up the floor Scott was standing on slid down when the rocket was in flight and became the back wall of the cabin. Alan had seen it happen when Scotty took him flying.

Old Scotty.

Not new Scotty.

His brother didn’t say anything, but a tear did run down one cheek as he climbed up the chair.

“No! We have to go out!” Alan fought off his big brother, but Scott was strong and determined.

His brother scooped him out of the chair and hugged him within an inch of his life. “I’m sorry, Allie. I’m so sorry.”

“We have to find him.” It was muffled into cotton pyjamas. Anger slipped into grief. “We have to.”

“I know.” Scott was turning, the sound of the cockpit doors opening again, the dip as his brother stepped onto the maintenance platform.

Alan was still being crushed, but found himself clinging anyway.

The cool wind of the hangars dried tears he didn’t know he was crying.

Once the platform reached the other side of the chasm, both Virgil and Grandma were there with worried words, hugs and touches.

Scott didn’t quite let him go, and it was his big brother who carried him back to his rooms and sat down with him on Alan’s bed, still holding him close.

Alan leant into his brother. “We need to find him.”

“I know.”

“We need to keep looking.”

“We-“ Scott’s voice broke. He didn’t continue.

“It’s what Daddy would do.”

Scott shook in his arms, somehow hugging him even tighter. A small, strangled sound whispered through Alan’s hair.

He tried to pull away, but Scott wouldn’t let go, holding onto Alan as if his life depended on it.

It was a long moment before his big brother spoke, his voice hoarse.

“Yes, he would, Allie. He would.”

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S2 Episode 8 (I, Mudd) Garfield guess who’s here? Please tell me it’s not Mudd. It’s Mudd.

Commence:

- Why are him and Spock just walking the halls together. If I was the crew I’d be going livid, like get this: there’s these two men who are head of the science and medical staff on the ship and they fucking hate each other, they fight all over the ship constantly and you’ve seen them at odds a gazillion times. One day you’re walking the halls to get to your station and you just see them walking together, talking normally, and one of them is even smiling in a sort of fond way. My jaw would drop honestly

- They’re already fighting.. it took less than 30 seconds

- This guy’s on a mission! I wonder who he could be?

- “Mr. Spock we seem to be taking an unscheduled ride” “Interesting.” Spock does not give a fuck about your dramatics, Kirk

- Spock looks at the guy who stops Kirk and just thinks “fuck, McCoy was right.”

- LMAO the electronics in him look like smt from doctor who

- I love Uhura and Chekov almost bumping into the android

- oh god this guy again (Mudd)

- “Jamie boy.” That- that barely even makes sense

- Kirk what is that stance

- “And you’re all going to be here, uh, quite probably for the rest of your lives. *evil laugh*”Spock and McCoy are unconcerned

- Okay I think McCoy is just lording it over Spock that he was right

- Okay there’s a certain joviality that I appreciate to the back and forth of Mudd explaining and Kirk, McCoy, and Spock all interrupting

- this is the greatest line in all of Star Trek

- Kirk: Well, opinions?

Chekov: I think we’re in a lot of trouble

Kirk: That’s a great help, Mr. Chekov. Bones?

McCoy: Well, I think Mr. Chekov’s right. We are in a lot of trouble

Kirk: Spock? And if you say we’re in a lot of trouble…

Spock: We are.

Kirk then gets the most defeated look on his face

- Scotty coming in hot and cursing out Mudd

- CHEKOV DONT FUCK THE ANDROIDS

- Kirk is like an angry small dog

- “No, lord Mudd.” “Wuuut??” Good line delivery

- “How do you know so much?” “I asked them.” “Oh.” Wait wait wait, this is simple deduction. Deduction? Sherlock. Holmes and Watso? MCCOY AND SPOCK AS HOLMES AND WATSON!!! Oh wait Data and Geordi did that..

- “Now listen, Spock, you may be a wonderful science officer, but believe me you couldn’t sell fake patents to your mother!” “I fail to understand why I should care to induce my mother to purchase falsified patents.” I love this man

- The name is doctor practice. Mal practice.

- uhura no! WAIT UHURA YES IM SO PROUD. I love how happy they all are

- hi hello what the fuck is happening. What are they celebrating. How did Kirk convince McCoy and Scotty to do that?

- The androids flirting with Spock. Kirk and the rest have to dance whereas Spock is just causing drama “I love you. But I hate you.” “But we’re identical.” *blows up*

- They’re gonna paradox Norman

- WJAT

- Them imitating phasers takes the cake. I think if I ever show anyone an example episode it would be this one

- “he’s dead.” Damn no Jim. Second time Scotty’s ‘died’ this season

- This is like watching Shakespeare

- I would not be surprised if this episode was inspired by children playing make believe (honestly really genius and fun writing)

- Oooh they’re paradoxing him

- “I aM nOt prOgrAmMeD to reSpoNd in thAt aRea.” The fucking sass. Kirk has been spending too much time with Spock and Bones

- “Which I find eminently satisfactory, Doctor, for nowhere, am I so desperately needed as among a shipload of illogical humans.” Basically Spock loves them and there’s nowhere he’d rather be

- Kirk hates Mudd so much, it’s almost bitchy at this point

- Uhura’s wave to Mudd is so iconic and amazing

Okay one of my favourite episodes, if not my favourite actually. I loved more of the bridge crew interaction (no sulu☹️) especially getting to see Uhura, like I wanna talk more about her character but there’s so little that I’m just trying to pick up the crumbs.

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Episode written by Stephen Kandel

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The Glove Lunch.

Do you remember this scene? Of course you do. With more than one memorable dialogue and exceptional line deliveries like “What a strange girl you are. Flung out of space”, who can forget? 😉

Filmed the 1st of April 2014 (this is no April Fools), Maury’s Tiny Cove Steak House served as the set location for Carol & Therese’s first date (Scotty’s on Madison).

The scene infamously featured our two favorite ladies order “Creamed Spinach Over Poached Eggs & a dry martini with an olive”. Sure, Maury’s been serving their patrons dry martini, but the former was not on their regular menu, so they had to whip it up specially for the scene.

But did you know that during filming, the air-conditioning and cooler at Maury’s had to be unplugged the entire day? It was because the equipment that Todd and Ed used to film this scene were so sensitive to noise, and everything that’s not scene-related had to be quiet. Maury’s owner, Mr. Matt Huesman was so kind to share that Cate, Rooney and the rest of team ‘Carol’ were so nice and there were a lot of funny outtakes, and during one take — Cate Blanchett fans would love this — at one point the camera was rolling and somebody flushed the toilet upstairs, but it ended up sounding like the flush came right from the downstairs room that they were filming in. So the team had to yell “cut” and Cate, who had just taken a bite of the creamed spinach had to spit it right out on her plate then said “I’d really rather have a cheeseburger”. 😆 🍔

Well, that’s that for that creamed spinach! Cate’s a cheeseburger girl. How about you? Have you tried creamed spinach over poached eggs?

Follow my instagram for an extensive look on the film ‘Carol’.

#the price of salt #cate blanchett #carol movie #rooney mara #carolwatch #carol #sarah paulson #cateblanchett #rooneymara #carolthemovie #carolfilm #behindthescenes #bts #behindcarol #toddhaynes #funfact #creamedspinachoverpoachedeggs #cheeseburger

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"World Without End" review

A novel from 1979, by Joe Haldeman (author of the previous TOS novel "Planet of Judgement"). This is one of those stories where an initial minor problem keeps compounding more and more, until everyone is in the brink of death... and then there are Klingons on top. The story is pretty exciting; would have made a nice movie. The downside is that the constant action and fast pace leaves little room for character development, but the personalities are all there.

Also, though it's not exactly a comedic novel, there's a pretty funny snarky tone going around (not intentional on the side of the aliens, but very much on purpose on the side of the crew, specially McCoy). As well as the occasional touch of black humor. So I found myself chuckling more with this novel than the others so far.

Also attention for Scotty/Uhura fans. This is the first time they're seen as a romantic couple, years before The Final Frontier.

Spoilers under the cut:

The Enterprise finds a spherical ship with life aboard (AGAIN!? the two previous TOS novels also had bubble worlds). The ship is losing power, and will eventually be dead in space with no energy, so Kirk, McCoy, a linguist, and two redshirts beam inside the sphere to warn the natives. They appear in a city, populated by some bizarre, furry and winged aliens, that at first ignore them. But then, they call their police and put them in jail. The aliens, called Chatalia, insist that Kirk and co. are members of the "magician" caste, who aren't supposed to be there. And later they believe they're Klingons, who had visited the planet centuries ago, as proven by a derelict Klingon ship on the sphere's surface. No matter how they try to explain they're humans, the aliens won't believe there's anything outside their own sphere. Also, they can't beam back to the Enterprise, since a layer of super-dense metal in the sphere's structure makes the transporter to work one-way only (it's funny, because Scotty can still beam food and all sorts of junk to Kirk, so they get some kind of instant home delivery service).

Through the help of a Chatalia interpreter, the landing party learns more about the alien society. This is stratified into castes to an absurd point, so a member of a caste can't talk to the member of another, as they don't even share the same language. Apart from the Chatalias, the magicians are a different species (more similar to devils), who are tasked with the creation of more Chatalias via cloning (since the aliens are all sexless), and live in a separate island. There's some satire here about closed off, hierarchical societies, that can't see beyond their own traditions and narrow view of the world. Anyway, as the Chatalias are still convinced that Kirk and his men are magicians, they send a magician to their cell, so he can judge what to do with them himself. The magician chooses to kill them all save Kirk. This is Spock's cue to enter, as he's been listening everything from the Enterprise through an open communicator. Spock beams down to the cell and stuns all the aliens. After freeing Kirk and the others, they take the magician and the Chatalia interpreter as hostages. And everyone starts a perilous journey to Mordor the magician's island. In the way, they encounter defective, feral Chatalias in the jungle, as well as all sorts of grotesque creatures (amazingly, no redshirt dies throughout the whole novel). They also need to fly over a lake to reach the magician's island, using artificial wings, and taking advantage of the low gravity at the sphere's axis.

Meanwhile, Scotty has been left in charge of the Enterprise, and things start looking really ugly. The planetoid has trapped the ship with some invisible tendrils of super-dense metal (as it did with the old Klingon ship), and they're sucking all the energy from it. To make things worse, the Enterprise's distress message was intercepted by a Klingon ship. So the Klingons have launched a nova bomb to dispose of the dangerous sphere, as well as the trapped Enterprise, as collateral damage. Everyone save Scotty is beaming down to the planet, hoping to survive a little longer there. While Scotty is left alone in the dying ship, to divert the bomb at the last moment, if possible. Scotty and Uhura basically confess their love for each other before saying goodbye. And it's really sweet and sad. There's a pretty poignant scene then, as Scotty spends his last hours alone, drinking brandy, with all systems failing around him. Later, the Klingon captain is stupid enough to beam aboard the freezing Enterprise, so he and Scotty end up cuddling together under a blanket, drinking more brandy, and complaining about each other's smell. They part as friends.

In the end, Kirk, Spock and the others come face to face with the true engineer of the Chatalia's world: the Father Machine, responsible of cloning the aliens and supplying the world-ship with energy. It's some kind of giant, sentient artichoke. And of course, Spock can't resist the urge of melding with it. Things happen etc... And I didn't understand this part very well, but the crew can finally beam back to the ship, and power is restored to the Enterprise. Spock's conclusion is that the giant artichoke had a better sense of humor than McCoy.

Apart from the plot, there are some curious elements introduced in this novel: It seems that Vulcans don't perspire (???? Is this ever mentioned in the series? I honestly don't know). Klingons have two livers. Possibly the first introduction of this concept of Klingon's organ redundancy. There's a Disneyland park in Earth's moon, called Disneymoon. Kirk's father was some sort of amish politician who made his son work in the farm. And at some point, Kirk lets out a "yeehaw!" as the cowboy he is, while riding a six-legged rat. Also, we see some interesting aspects of Klingon religion, which is as sadistic as you'd imagine.

Spirk Meter: 0/10*. Would you look at that!? Really, given the little space for character interaction outside the plot, it's not so surprising.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

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I thought the Bobbie memorial episode was tasteful, well done and honored her legacy. Props to KH and EK (yes I can give credit when she's not writing nonsense). Laura and Scotty's eulogies got to me the most because GF and KS put all of that character history into their deliveries.

I also love the twist that Bobbie was helping trafficking victims in Amsterdam, and I loved Carly pushing back on Tracy making excuses for Luke's complicity in the trafficking of Bobbie. I like that the memorial episode covered the many sides of Bobbie, as a victim, as a troublemaker, as a survivor, and as a guardian angel. Considering that Carly came to town resentful of Bobbie, it's a nice full circle moment to have her firmly acknowledge Bobbie as a victim of trauma who did the best she could.

It's better to confront "complicated" history instead of brush over it and write around it. I hope the writers apply this same sentiment to current storylines as well. Felicia going on the adventure with Carly because she owes Maxie's life to Bobbie made sense and was nicely done. I would rather Carly strive to live up to her mother's legacy instead of just have her mother's legacy handed to her, and I think finishing her trafficking rescue work is a nice setup for the former.

Lastly, the reporter being the BJ actress was a sweet touch. Her being the vessel through which the different characters can properly discuss the impact Bobbie had on their life was a cool idea. I had some issues (Lucas should have been given a eulogy moment, all the nurses' squad should have been there, and every speech should have been paired with flashbacks) but it was a very nice memorial episode that honored Bobbie well.

#general hospital #bobbie spencer #RIP Jackie Zeman ❤️

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@bcnes said: ❛ I think I can fix your problem, if you let me. ❜ To Scotty...

" Ach, I told the kids I'd be - Christ ! " He was going to say he was fine, but he was cut off by a sharp pain in his forearm that made him shut his mouth. Unsurprisingly, it took a handful of ensigns to drag him to sickbay and leave him at the door like a grocery delivery. Scotty leaned against the door frame, holding his left arm with his right, covering a fairly large laceration with his hand.

" Alright, alright, even I cannae figure out a way ta talk outa this one. "

When somethings happens to the ship, Scotty will always be the first one to dig his hands into the root of the problem to fix it, it just so happens that this time, while 'fixing' it, the ship lurched one last time for good measure, and the exposed corner of the panel tore him up something fierce.

" It's really not as bad as it looks Len. "

#✧ i cannae change the laws of physics! ( scotty )#✧life letters ( threads )#✧bcnes #injury cw

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I realized I never posted this here

additional canto 6 meme under cut

that seems abt right

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Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Fifteen

TOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Disrupted Clouds

Summary: The Enterprise arrives on Ardana to get zenite to help with a botanical plague on another planet. Unfortunately, their mission hits a snag.

Captain’s Log: A botanical plague is devastating a planet in the quadrant of the galaxy where the Enterprise is currently at present. It threatens to destroy the vegetation on the entire planet, leaving it uninhabitable. Under Federation orders, we’re proceeding at top warp speed to the planet Ardana where the only known source of zenite exists. It is the one substance that can halt the plague.

“Captain, the High Advisor of Ardana is ready to receive you on Stratos,” said (Y/N), turning away from the communications.

“That’s their cloud city, isn’t it, Mr. Spock?” asked Kirk.

“It is, Captain,” said Spock.

“Well, there must be some mistake. Do you have the coordinates to the entrance of the mine available?” asked Kirk.

“They’ve already been provided to the Transport Officer, Captain, along with those of the Council Chamber of the High Advisor,” said Spock, having been diligent as usual.

“Kirk to Transport Room.” He pressed the comms button.

“Ready to transport, Captain,” reported Scotty.

“Scotty, are you locked in on the mine entrance or on their cloud city, Stratos?” asked Kirk.

“The mine entrance,” responded Scotty. “That’s what you ordered, Captain.”

“Fine,” said Kirk. He stood. “Uhura, tell the High Advisor that we request to dispense with the welcoming ceremonies due to the emergency, that we’re beaming directly down to the mine entrance, in order to ensure the fastest possible delivery of the zenite. The need is urgent.”

“Aye, sir,” said Uhura.

“Spock, (L/N), come with me,” said Kirk. “Oh, and Uhura, tell them that we appreciate the honor and that we look forward to some visit in the future.”

“Aye, sir,” nodded Uhura.

Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N) materialized on the rocky surface of Ardana and looked around themselves. Their eyes landed on the city of Stratos situated in the clouds far above them.

“Stratos,” observed Spock. “A city actually floating in the sky.”

“Looks as tranquil as its reputation, isn’t it?” said Kirk.

“The architecture is quite pretty,” said (Y/N).

“It is one of the most interesting metropolises in the galaxy,” said Spock. “Have either of you ever visited there?”

“Once,” said Kirk. “But I didn’t have a chance to look around.”

“No, unfortunately,” said (Y/N).

“I have never been, either, but I hear its art forms are incomparable,” said Spock.

“Yes, art is the population’s chief occupation,” said Kirk.

“It is a totally intellectual society,” said Spock.

(Y/N) grinned. “It’s a pity you don’t get a chance to look around, then. It sounds like something you’d enjoy.” Spock gazed at them

“I’ve heard they also eliminated all forms of violence,” said Kirk.

“There’s the mine entrance,” said Spock, nodding to the opening in the rocks in front of them.

“The zenite consignment should have been there,” said Kirk. He frowned and walked closer with the rest. “I don’t understand it. Those Troglyte miners supposed to have made delivery when we beamed down.”

“Perhaps there is another entrance,” said Spock.

“Perhaps,” said (Y/N).

They walked a bit farther, but there was still nothing to be seen.

“It seems the Troglytes have changed their mind about delivery,” said Spock.

Thwip!

Three lassos landed over Spock, (Y/N), and Kirk and tightened. They jumped and turned to see a group of people in jumpsuits and shaded glasses watching them and holding the ropes tightly. Aggression and irritation radiated from them, and (Y/N) tensed.

“Who are you?” asked (Y/N), instantly switching into their job. “Why are you doing this?”

“Interference breeds attack,” snapped the leader, a woman in purple. “Come on.”

“We’re here by permission of your government council on an emergency misison,” said (Y/N) carefully. They blinked as the anger of the group grew at the mention of the government. Clearly, they didn’t like the council of Ardana.

“Move on,” snapped the leader.

(Y/N) sighed and glanced at Spock and Kirk. The Captain nodded, and the other two officers reacted with him. They all grabbed the lassoes and pulled harshly. The people holding them tight stumbled, and it gave the group a chance to fight back. Kirk kicked one Troglyte back, and (Y/N) ducked out of their lasso before tripping another attack. Spock easily used the lasso to pull his holder to the group with his strength before taking off the lasso.

The men got up and rushed at them again, and Kirk ducked and through one over his shoulder before getting out of the lasso. Spock evaded one with a knife and hit his neck. A third attacked Spock, but (Y/N) grabbed him and through him back. While they and their boyfriend fought the men who kept getting up, Kirk ended up wrestling with the woman in purple.

“Troglytes, halt!” shouted a new voice, and the fighting group froze to see one man and two guards appearing on the transport pad. Instantly, the Troglytes got up and ran. “Surrender or we’ll fire!” The men gave no chance for obedience, and one guard fired, hitting a Troglyte and letting him fall to the ground, stunned.

(Y/N) frowned. The fear from the Troglytes and the anger of the man was strange and slightly disconcerting. Still, they had another emergency to deal with, so they stepped forward with Spock and Kirk as the man approached.

Spock took a moment and brushed his fingers against (Y/N)’s knuckles in a silent question of their health, and they smiled at him in assurance that they were alright.

“Are you harmed, gentlemen?” asked the man as he came up to them.

“No, just a little shaken up,” said Kirk.

“I am Plasus, High Advisor of the Planet Council,” said the man.

“Captain James T. Kirk, Enterprise,” said Kirk. “My First Officer, Spock, and my Negotiations and Communications Officer, (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Greetings, Mr. Advisor,” said Spock.

“Nice to meet you,” said (Y/N).

“My regret for the unpleasantness of your welcome to Ardana,” said Plasus.

“It was rather warm,” said Kirk sarcastically.

“Unfortunately, violence is habitual with the Troglytes, but I assure you this insult will not go unpunished,” said Plasus firmly.

(Y/N) cocked their head. That seemed a bit extreme for what had done pretty much no harm, though it was strange and the “why” of the situation should be considered. “Well, Mr. Advisor, we’re more concerned about the zenite consignment.” That was the emergency at hand. “It wasn’t in its specified location. Do you know why?”

“Apparently, the Disruptors have confiscated it, just as I knew they would,” said Plasus.

“The Disruptors?” repeated Spock inquisitively.

“A small group of Troglyte malcontents,” clarified Plasus. “All the other Troglytes are completely dominated by them. It’s the Disruptors who are responsible for their refusal to continue mining for zenite.”

“They agreed to the delivery: your Council assured us of it,” said Kirk.

“They agreed obviously as a ruse to get valuable hostages,” said Plasus.

(Y/N) cocked their head. “Hostages? For what purpose?”

“To force the Council to meet their demands,” scoffed Plasus, irritation written on his face, in his tone, and through his emotions. He looked at his guards. “Organize a search party immediately and find the zenite consignment.” They nodded and walked off before Plasus addressed the landing party again. “Meanwhile, Captain, I would suggest that you, your First Officer Spock, and Office (L/N) be our guests on Stratos.”

“Very well,” said Kirk. “I do hope the search will be brief, Mr. Advisor.”

“We’ll do everything possible to make it so,” said Plasus. “Come, gentlemen.”

(Y/N) and Spock looked at each other curiously before stepping forward. They, Plasus, and Kirk stepped onto the Transporter Pad and dematerialized.

The group rematerialized on Stratos. Around them stretched the golden sky and white clouds, and within the buildings were sculptures and paintings were as elegant as the architecture itself. Stratos was made of art itself.

“Remarkable,” said Spock, gazing down at the surface of Ardana far below. “The finest example of sustained antigravity elevation I’ve ever seen.”

Plasus turned and walked down the stairs into the city, and a young woman entered the room at the same time. She wore a long skirt of holographic blue and a wrapping around her torso. Chandelier earrings fell with golden curls around her face, and a cape trailed behind her.

“The Sentinels told me of our honored guests, my Father,” said the woman, smiling at the group. “I came to extend my greetings.”

“A most gracious act,” said Plasus, smiling. “Gentlemen, one of our planet’s most incomparable works of art, my daughter, Droxine.” He nodded to the group. “Captain James Kirk.”

“A pleasure, madam,” said Kirk.

“Indeed, yes, Captain,” replied Droxine, her smile and emotions pleasantly warm.

“Officer (Y/N) (L/N) of Negotiations and Communications,” introduced Plasus.

“Hello,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“Nice to meet you,” said Droxine, nodding to them.

“And First Officer Spock,” said Plasus, gesturing to Spock.

Droxine straightened, and (Y/N) was acutely aware of the attraction running through her emotions as she stared at Spock.

“I have never before met a Vulcan, sir,” greeted Droxine, the flirtation laced into her emotions and her voice.

(Y/N) shifted and laced their hands behind their back. They weren’t a fool, they knew that Spock was attractive in both mind and body, but that didn’t mean she wanted someone to flirt with him. Especially not someone as pretty as Droxine. (Y/N) knew Spock wouldn’t even dream of cheating, but they couldn’t help their worry. Jealousy was, unfortunately, a natural emotion.

“Nor I a dweller of Stratos,” replied Spock politely.

Droxine deflated slightly at the commonplace response, but she trailed behind them and Plasus guided them farther into the buildings.

“Come, gentlemen. There is much to see in our city,” said Plasus. “This is our Council Gallery. It is open to all city dwellers.” He gestured to the sculptures, paintings, and photographs decorating the room. “We have some of the finest of our various art forms assembled here for the viewing and contemplation of every…” He trailed off as he saw a golden knife stuck into a sculpture. “Disruptors again!” he cried angrily, and (Y/N) furrowed their brow at the uncomfortable heat of anger.

“How dreadful,” declared Droxine. “They’re despoiling the whole city!”

“Despoil? For what reason?” asked (Y/N).

“By keeping us in constant turmoil, they hope to force the Council to accede to their demands,” said Plasus, repeating the vague explanation he had given earlier.

“What are their demands?” asked (Y/N) with gentle curiosity, keeping their questions from seeming too intrusive.

“Completely unreasonable,” said Plasus. He smiled jovially. “But nothing our dear guests need be concerned with.”

“We must concern ourselves with it if it should interfere with the delivery of zenite to Merak II,” said Kirk.

“Mr. Advisor, the plant life is the source of oxygen on that planet,” said Spock. “Obviously, if all plant life is destroyed, the humanoid life will follow.”

“I assure you, gentlemen, you will get what you came for,” said Plasus.

“I hope so,” said Kirk. “Ardana is a member of the Federation. And it is your council’s responsibility that nothing interferes with its obligation to another member of the Federation.” His voice was stern and commanding, truly that of a captain.

“Of course, and we accept that responsibility,” acknowledged Plasus.

“But why do they destroy art forms?” remarked (Y/N). It seemed a strange decision, very pointed and intentional. “It’s a loss to them as well, right?”

“Art means nothing to the Disruptors,” countered Plasus, tsking in disdain towards the group. He pulled out the weapon and waved it around. “This is the only form they understand. The disturbances accompanying your arrival have been most wearying. No doubt you would like to rest?”

(Y/N) glanced at Spock and Kirk to check with them, and they nodded minutely to (Y/N). They smiled graciously and followed the wishes of their companions. “Thank you, that is quite kind.”

“Chambers have been prepared for you,” said Plasus, extending an arm down a hallway. He clapped afterwards, and a guard walked up. “A sentinel will guide you to them.”

“Thank you,” said Kirk, nodding to Plasus before heading down the hall with Spock and (Y/N).

Kirk turned into one room as the sentinel directed him, and then the guard gestured to two other rooms. However, once he bowed stiffly and walked away, (Y/N) and Spock just walked into the same room together. They were partners, they didn’t mind sharing a room. (In fact, they’d enjoy it, especially in such a beautiful place).

“I did not anticipate having to spend the night on Ardana,” said Spock, closing the door behind them.

“Unfortunately, they still haven’t recovered the zenite,” sighed (Y/N). They crossed their arms. “But I admit I’m not as surprised as I should be.”

“Oh?” remarked Spock.

“Well, it makes sense that the Disruptors are active,” said (Y/N). “After all, although they work hard below on the surface of Ardana, the people of Stratos get all the beauty.”

Spock nodded in agreement. “We do not know the particulars of their demands, but I suspect it has to do with the disparity.”

“Yes,” said (Y/N). They sighed. “I wonder why these so-called ‘enlightened’ people haven’t confronted that contrast in living circumstances yet.”

“It is probably that like so many planets before them they are unable to see problems in the system they live within.” Spock stood at the window and looked down at the rocks far below. “However, the Disruptors have realized something must change in order for society to continue.”

“I hope they find a solution,” murmured (Y/N). “But right now our priority has to be Merak II. Without the zenite, they’ll be dead.”

“Yes,” said Spock. “We must ensure the zenite gets to them.” He reached out and brushed his hand against theirs. “And we will, T’hy’la. Do not worry.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. “Thank you, Spock.” They leaned up and kissed him on his cheek. At least even when missions got tough they had him.

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I don't know if I can judge the season finale of SNW S2 on its own yet, in general, I want to see the conclusion of a 2 parter to judge it. Especially since a lot of the things here are set up for the conclusion. I do think that Una felt a lot more solid here, and I'm seeing the qualities in her that can elevate her into Captaincy.

Rebecca Romjin hadn't had a lot to do in the show despite being the focus in the second episode. And I'm eager for her to do more

This look here? I want to see more of this Una.

Also reminds me of the moments when Colonel Eve Baird gets Serious. And about to kick major butt.

Another thing of joy for me in this show is Pelia and how it seems she's a tough (but fair) Professor.

This whole scene was my favorite:

The way Scotty's face falls is just amazing.

LOL, Pelia's face. The last person Pelia expected to see.

His face. I think Baby Scotty is my favorite re-cast of a legacy character. He just works. And the actor is the first real Scottish actor to play the role apparently!

But also:

I love her delivery of this line: "The hell is this supposed to be?!"

Like, I think Scotty does great work but he always comes about his solutions in the sloppiest and most slapdash way.

He's such a baby! Protect him!

ETA: also there are some weird opinions about Pike floating around -- just because he hesitated for a few seconds how to respond. It's a cliffhanger hook, time feels longer than it actually is!

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twistnet · 2 years

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getting you to smile [ scott lang ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; after a bad day at work, scott knows just the way to bring a smile to your face

⋯ PROMPT ; [ boop ] for your muse to boop mine on the nose

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, established relationship, slight angst [ mentions of a bad day + scott’s house arrest ] + general fluff [ scott being an absolute sweetheart + kisses ]

coming up the steps that led into your shared house, you messed with your keys, sliding them into the lock and unlocking the door. dropping your bag at the entrance, you kicked off your shoes before trailing into the kitchen to look for some alcohol -- needing to dull your senses of the day’s horrible activities and momentarily forget about it.

you uttered a quick greeting toward scotty, who went back to watching tv as soon as it realized that you had arrived home for the evening. there was a quick noise of chittering, possibly a way of scotty communicating with scott to let you know of your arrival home -- as evident by the sound of footsteps resonating from upstairs.

scott peeked his head around the edge of the stair banister, smiling brightly as he laid eyes on you before quickly moving across the hardwood floors to wrap you up in a hug, “god, i’m so glad you’re home. i missed you.” he utters into your shoulder before drawing back to look you over. only to frown as he takes note of your tired and uneasy face, “what happened?”

you shrug, blowing out a deep breath through you noise before taking a seat in one of the barstools, “just... had a really bad day. no one knew what was going on, and it seemed like all the manager could do was blame me to for everything.” scott’s brows furrowed, and he take a few steps to stand between your knees as his hands moved to cup your cheeks, drawing you gaze up toward him.

“we all have bad days. and sometimes, it seems like the world is always moving against you. but you made it through the day, and maybe tomorrow is going to be better. i mean, you’re only a day away from the weekend -- so maybe everyone was just stressed out.” he smiles, leaning forward to press his lips against your forehead, silently cheering to himself as your shoulder slump in relaxation.

“have i ever told you how much i love you?” you utter out softly, smiling up at scott with admiration bright in your eyes. he nods, smiling even brighter, “all the time.” he states, before softly booping the end of your nose in playful manner before trailing around the edge of the kitchen island and digging through the different pamphlets of takeout menus until he finds your favorite.

“what do you say to a nice night in, with some takeout and some alcohol?” he offers, clapping his hands in excitement as you nod in agreement. letting him usher you out of your seat and up towards your shared bedroom to change into something more comfortable as he places the order for delivery.

the two of you settle onto the couch, takeout containers in hand as you flip through the channels to find something to watch. cuddled up right next to scott as he points out a movie and happily asks if you’re okay with watching it. you nod, digging into the food in front of you just as scott turns to press a kiss to the top of your head, “feeling better?”

you nod, “much better. thank you scott.” he blushes slightly at the beaming smile you send his way, tugging you in closer as the movie progresses and the food slowly begins to disappear. all he needed was to get you to smile and your bad day was long forgotten.

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hummingbird-of-light · 2 months

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In Our Favor

Part 87

McCoy

The evening air was cool as they walked along to Aporal’s dorm.

“What do you think Sam wrote?” Scotty finally broke the silence.

“I don’t know. He’d be better off just leaving Jim alone. Jim made himself pretty clear.”

“Aye. He did.”

“How do you think Aporal’s doing?” McCoy asked. He genuinely hoped the alien boy had rested and hadn’t been plotting his revenge.

“Better I hope,” Scotty said. “We’ll know soon enough.” He opened the dorm building’s door and held it for McCoy.

A few minutes later they stood outside Aporal’s room and Scotty knocked. A moment later the door opened and the boy frowned at them.

“How you feeling?” McCoy asked, holding back the sandwich he was carrying until Aporal gave them room to enter.

Grudgingly Aporal let them enter.

“Fine,” he said.

“Don’t lie to us,” McCoy warned him, raising a brow. Aporal in turn glared back.

“Tired. Alright?”

“Good. Honesty.” McCoy smiled slightly.

“I’m not your subject, you can’t boss me around Prince,” Aporal said, grabbing the sandwich and setting it on his desk.

“Leonard. And that’s true,” McCoy agreed. “But someday I might be your doctor and then you’d have to listen to me.”

“I’ll request someone else,” Aporal snapped back.

McCoy laughed. “No you won’t, because I plan on being the best. I’ll study Andorians just so you have to come to me.”

“Take your prince away Scottish boy,” Aporal grumbled.

“You think we can’t see how much you actually like us being around?” McCoy asked. “You bitch and moan, and pretend you don’t like it, but you do. You like us and you’re happy we’re here.”

Aporal glared at him again.

“Aye, we all know it’s true,” Scotty smiled. “But it’s ok, ye can keep grumping at us. We know ye don’t mean it.”

“You want us to bring breakfast by in the morning?” McCoy asked innocently.

“Of the whole academy I ended up with you two,” Aporal rolled his eyes, yet when he looked back at them there was no annoyance in them, only gratitude.

“We won’t keep ye,” Scotty said. “Eat and get some sleep. Let us know about breakfast. We mean it.”

“We do,” McCoy agreed.

“Fine,” Aporal muttered.

“See ya later,” McCoy said. He turned for the door and Scotty followed. Just before the door closed a ‘thank you’ followed them out. McCoy grinned at Scotty and Scotty just shook his head.

“Well should we take this to Jim now or give it to him in the morning?” Scotty asked. He tapped the pocket where he had slid Sam’s letter.

“Probably now. If we wait, Sam might think Jim has read it and try to talk to him tomorrow. Could make things worse.”

“True,” Scotty agreed. “Guess we just get to be delivery boys tonight.”

“Guess so.”

A short time later found them standing outside Spock and Jim’s door.

“Uhh, hey guys,” Jim said as he opened the door.

“So when we were leaving the dining hall,” Scotty started, “Sam stopped us and asked us to give you this.” He pulled the letter from his pocket.

Jim scowled at it, and made no move to take it.

“You can do what you want with it Jim,” McCoy said. “But it’s yours.”

Reluctantly Jim took it from Scotty.

“That was all lad. Have a good night,” Scotty said.

“Yeah. Thanks. You too.” Jim’s words were bland, as he looked down at the envelope in his hand.

“See you tomorrow,” McCoy said.

“Ok,” he said as Jim closed the door. “Now let’s get back to our own room and start getting our own rest.”

“That’s a good plan love,” Scotty agreed.

Part 88

Scotty

They spent the evening reading and watching a movie, however, they quickly fell asleep, having gotten up quite early in the morning.

At breakfast, Scotty tried his best to read Jim's face. He really wondered if the lad had read Sam's letter or if he'd simply thrown it away. Unfortunately, Jim was pretty good at hiding his thoughts.

"So, I thought maybe we could all meet up this afternoon and play some games together? I really miss all of us hanging out as a group," the blond asked the others who all had to look up their schedule.

"I have classes until 6 pm."

"Same."

"I'm free by 5 pm."

Scotty could see Jim's eyes saddening at hearing the various answers. It was just really hard to find the time when everyone had different courses.

"Then we'll meet up after dinner," Scotty suggested, a smile on his face that said that he didn't accept a 'no'.

"Yeah."

"Sounds good."

"I think I can arrange that."

Jim's face brightened up and he sent Scotty a grateful look.

"Great! Then we'll have dinner together and then go to a rec room."

And so the meeting was settled.

"Where is Aporal?"

Scotty was very surprised to hear Jaylah's voice asking that question when they walked into their classroom in the early afternoon and sat down. He hadn't thought that she'd be the one to care much about the Andorian.

"Oh uhm..." What was he supposed to say? He couldn't just tell her the truth. Aporal wouldn't be okay with it for sure. He was okay with Scotty and Leonard taking care of him, had even asked them to bring him breakfast in the morning, but he still wasn't friends with the rest of the group.

Jaylah's eyes narrowed suspiciously and she eyed Scotty's face closely.

"If you know anything, then tell me, Montgomery Scotty," she demanded and Scotty opened his mouth to say something, but someone beat him to it.

"Not our business."

Both Scotty and Jaylah looked down at Keenser who sat with them.

"But it is our business! He is working on the project with us!"

Ah. Now that made sense. That was the reason why Jaylah was so worried about Aporal's whereabouts.

"Will come back," Keenser only said with a shrug of his shoulders and Scotty smiled softly. He really loved the wee man!

Jaylah crossed her arms in front of her chest and huffed.

"I hope so. We won't do all the work alone!"

Scotty suppressed a sigh. If only he could tell them the truth.

"Jim!"

Scotty was glad that he was able to catch his friend alone in one of the hallways. The boy turned around, a smile on his face.

"Oh, hey Scotty. How was your day?"

"Oh, yeah, it was nice. Yers?"

Jim nodded.

"Good, good. Thanks again for arranging the meeting." He clapped a hand onto Scotty's shoulder.

"So... I wanted to ask if ye're okay after... the letter."

Jim frowned in the slightest bit.

"Y-yeah."

"Did... did ye read it?"

Before Jim could say anything, they saw Sulu and Chekov in the distance, waving at them.

"How about we talk after our game night?"

Scotty nodded.

"Sounds good to me."

That talk had to wait.

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