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#//sobbing

OOC:

SO GUESS WHAT.

Little baby Pasha has a birthday coming up.

You know what he wants for his birthday?

Birthday sex.

Who wants to provide it?

#/begs

//off to do some Spock stuff

#spock stuff

illogicalcharms

It was as close to perfection as T’androma had known her whole life. Granted, she hadn’t been given many opportunities to experience close-to-perfect things, but that’s what made the moment infinitely more special. Throughout her life, her commander had been the only person to treat her with something like kindness, and it wasn’t until she met Chekov that she realized how important that kind of attention was. Solitude she had considered her closest friend, the characters in books were her companions. But the look in Pavel’s eyes, the touch of his skin, all of it surpassed the contentment she had previously found in being alone all her life.

Now, having experienced this level of friendship (or was it more?), T’androma was going to make sure she wouldn’t let him slip away. After Vulcan was destroyed, she realized she’d never had the chance to tell her family she loved them. But that wouldn’t happen with Chekov. This time, she’d make it worth while. This time, it’d mean something.

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Pavel stroked his thumb idly along the flat of T'androma's palm. He smiled, savoring their connection. Pavel was reminded in an odd way of the first time he had ever held hands with a girl. Her name was Anna, and he had been tutoring her in physics while at the Academy. She was five years older than him and had gorgeous blonde hair, and had let him kiss her cheek and hold her hand when she graduated.

This was 100% better than that. For one, T'androma was here because she wanted to be, not out of a misplaced sense of obligation. Beyond that, he was being comforted as much as her. They were their own little island in the vast blackness of space, and the connection they forged then was one that Pavel believed he would carry for the rest of his life.

#illogicalcharms #they're so fucking cute #small reply is small #sorry

AW YISS

#lolz meant video #cmobonesmccoy #IF I'M MISSING ANY BONES' SORRY #phdforareason #doctordeviant

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#//step into my office #//doctor #//i think he's due for a prostate exam

… DONE WITH YOU

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//I WILL NOT REST UNTIL EVERYONE AT LEAST KIND OF SHIPS IT

#cmobonesmccoy

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Chekov⎮Bones

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“Hey.” McCoy had a hard time containing his amusement at the bedraggled creature in front of him. Practically swimming in his pajamas, hair a mass of riotous curls, Pavel was certainly a sight. The doctor was glad his patient was taking his advice and resting. “I hope this isn’t a bad time.” No longer able to contain his mirth, he broke out into a small smile.

He held up the replicator chips. “May I come in?” McCoy didn’t necessarily need to enter the Ensign’s bunk, but he was curious. Due to his medical training prior to joining the ‘Fleet, he was never considered an ensign. He never had to slum it, as most people jokingly referred to their ensign days, and his curiosity was a medical boon and a personal grievance.

He breezed his way into the tiny room, taking note of the PaDD by the bunk and hoping the kid wasn’t foolish enough to attempt work under cortisone and against his suggestion. Luckily, the PaDD was off, so Chekov barely missed a famous McCoy rant. He held up one disk. “This is your replicator chip. I had a good friend of mine create a balanced diet for you that will help you heal better. Nothing that you should be allergic to, but you know where the ‘Bay is if a flare up occurs. The other disk is just some instructions for daily care. The reaction should only take a few days to cycle through, but contact Sickbay if it worsens.”

Handing the disks to Chekov, he clapped the kid on the shoulder. “I’d like to see you for a follow-up as soon as the rash disappears. Don’t forget to schedule an appointment.”

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Pavel nodded, unable to say anything for a moment. He was seventeen, and he had just woken up - he still hadn't mastered the talent of waking up and actually being awake, which he knew was something he needed to work on. The Enterprise was a military ship, and he needed to be alert at all times. But, that was a worry for later.

Snapping back to himself, he continued to nod. "Da, da. Is not bad time, Doctor. Please, come in." He took all of the discs but one, flipping through them quickly.

"Thank you," Pavel said sincerely. After glancing through the menus, it was clear that someone had taken the time to compile a fantastic meal plan for him. There were some of his favorite foods on there, even the comforting cinnamon rolls that he only ate when he was especially emotional and needed a pick me up. The doctor, who he assumed had taken the care to make such a kind gesture, must have felt bad for Chekov if he put junk food on the list. That, or he just had faith in the teenager's lightning fast metabolism.

It was odd, seeing McCoy in his room. Right now his roommate was on shift, so the room was empty besides the two of them. Thankfully, Pavel and his roommate were both fairly clean, so there wasn't much of the haphazardness normally associated with ensign quarters. And the doctor, standing there, looked incredibly out of place. He seemed almost baffled by the tiny room, with the door to the bathroom being only a pace or two from the opposite wall where the bunks were. It brought a smile to Chekov's lips, and he fiddled idly with the menu discs in response.

"Please, sit," Pavel offered, gesturing to the one measly chair in the room. He sat on the edge of his bunk - the bottom one - and waited for Doctor McCoy to make himself at home. "May I make appointment now?"

#cmobonesmccoy #//step into my office #//doctor #//i think he's due for a prostate exam

likeapoet

#//dying inside a little bit

Have you gotten your cherry popped?

"I... I do not see how that is any of your business!"

#//pssh #//turn 18 already

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We're All Mad Here

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To a certain degree, Bones relaxed slightly when Chekov complied. Much better, he hated dealing with insubordination just as much as their Captain did. But it seemed as if the Russian boy was slowly gathering that as fact, at least, and Bones especially seemed pleased at the expression of needing him. Why, of course he needed him. He was his only means of returning home, his savior, even if he probably seemed like a wolf in sheep’s clothing to the boy. Disguised as his resident disgruntled doctor, truly a man of horrors.

“You will and you do,” he confirmed, slowly loosening his grip to release the younger boy from his clutches. For now, he could walk on his own. He wasn’t going to hold his hand the entire time. If that was a necessity, then he was better off dead, plain and simple. “But you have to listen to what I say and do exactly what I tell you.” Those were the conditions, and if Pavel wanted to go against them, he could find his own way home. First thing in order, get him a decent uniform.

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Pavel nodded. He smoothed the creases from his uniform tunic where the doctor had been unceremoniously manhandling him. Steeling his face, he only managed to look a bit older than he really was. And only barely so. His determination shone through, however. It was clear from the look on his face that Pavel was going to get home, no matter what he needed to do to get there.

He looked around, the empty Sick Bay making his motivation rather anticlimactic. He made shifty eye contact with the doctor once more. "Er, da," he stumbled, "But, what are you telling me to do?"

#doctordeviant #sorry short reply is short #*punishes self*

//I will stop dicking around and reply now.

#i suck #i'm sorry

Me and my favorite part of Nu!Trek.

Lens flare.

#click at your own risk #my face

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[ SUP DUDES. YOU THINK MIRROR MCCOY IS BAD? SHIT, WAIT UNTIL YOU RUN YOUR SWEET ASSES INTO HIS CREW. BECAUSE WE GOT JIM CAPTAIN-MAN KIRK AND MOTHERFUCKIN SPOCK UP IN THIS BITCH. THINK I’M JOKING? CLICK ON THE LINKS:

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DAMN, BACK UP, SON. YOU MEAN WE’VE GOT THREE BADASS EVIL SONS OF BITCHES IN THE STAR TREK ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY? YOU BETTER GET SOME FORKS, MAN, BECAUSE IF YOU DON’T EAT UP THIS GODDAMN CRAZINESS, YOU’RE MISSIN OUT. ]