#spirkura

[boopsterliv]

Uhura: Good morning, babe.

Kirk: Thank you.

Spock: Thank—excuse me?

Kirk: I’m clearly the babe.

Spock: I’m her partner. Nyota, please help.

Uhura: I love my boys equally.

Kirk and Spock:

[marlinsart]

AOS red string of fate sketch I abandoned last year and finished up today @uhuramonth

[stcrtrek]

i admittedly had a different reaction to that spock and jim meeting scene because i started thinking of spock, jim, and uhura as a trio and how i enjoyed the three of them going on a mission together in star trek into darkness and spuhura arguing and jim getting dragged into it. and i may be one of the only ones, but i like spirkura (i made the name up, it’s not official) as an ot3 so i liked them being together and hanging out at the end of the snw episode because now it means i have this trio in another universe to enjoy and think about.

[flashflashhundredyarddash]

into darkness really said spock/kirk/uhura ot3 rights

[weegie8]

"Can I tell you a secret?” for Kirk/Uhura or Kirk/Spock/Uhura? :)

“Jim, we will be late,” Spock reminds him through the door to thebathroom.

“Yeah, just, uh, give me a minute. Okay?”

“Very well.” Spock returns to the bedroom with a frown. Jim did notnormally take so long to prepare and it was beginning to cause the Vulcan some concern.He sits on the bed next to Uhura who had been ready much earlier than theirboyfriend.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she says to Spock suddenly.

“Of course, Nyota,” Spock replies, worry evident in his voice. Perhapsthere was indeed an issue that he was not aware of.

“I switched his pants for a size smaller. I think he’s in there beingvery confused while he tries to get them on.”

Spock blinks and looks at her able to determine that it was, in fact,not a joke. Though he fails to see the purpose of her actions. “I see.”

Later after a night of them both watching Jim’s ass as dances, Spockcommends her on her efforts.

send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and i’ll write you something

[whosenamemeansfreedom-blog]

She always woke to two temperatures. 

To her right was hot, like a furnace. The heat radiating off the man's body was all consuming and reminded her of the desert sand beneath her feet at the home of her youth. She wrapped her legs around it's source, using him as an anchor. 

The left side was cool, such as a breeze off the ocean. Her head always rested upon the man's chest, letting the cooler temperature hit her cheek was always a source of comfort, like the other side of a pillow. 

Hands grasped at one another, sometimes they would hold hands over her stomach, her own falling on each of their biceps. Other times, the three would create a chain, the two opposites at the ends, and she the conductor, the connector. They always fit together, like a puzzle.