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t o f e e l ; closed

Chocolate   brown  eyes  are   lowered   and   focused on the PADD held   by  slender   and pale hands.   He was  too   focused   on his task to pay attention   to his surroundings; for he was handing out the assignments and calculating   out   what needed   to be done for the work day today.   The bridge  wasn't  as lively as usual, he noticed,   perhaps   because of the absence of their captain.   Part of   him liked the silence,   the other part thought that the bridge was... well, mundane  and quiet without their chrismatic captain to brighten things up for them. Spock briefly hoped that the Captain would sleep in today so he could get some much needed, extra rest.

  He schooled   his expression   to   look   the least bit    interested  as    Uhura waved   a hand  at  him   from   where she sat at her desk,   but it felt   more   like   a    grimace   to him.   He nodded in her direction  before    returning   his   gaze back to the   light   blue   PADD    resting on his forearm,   finishing   up   what  he  was   doing   before   taking his   seat  at  the desk   behind    the Captain's chair. He had finished  the assignments    given to him for now,   all he  had to do was  wait and   see    what    else    he   could   get   done as the day   progressed.   He sat   a bit   stiffly  as he watched the   lieutenants and   the pilots on the bridge work silently    and   proficiently,   like        a    well     oiled  machine.

Turning  awake    and to   his   computer  screen, his   mind wandered   to   the events of the   past few   weeks,   mainly on his captain.    It was odd,   for the   past few   days    Kirk had been acting...   well   not   weird  or strange per se,  but more affectionate   then usual.   He  wasn't   bothered   by it, in fact he was   pretty much  submissive  towards    it   since it started   with a simple   hand    clapping   the  shoulder  or an arm around his   neck in  what  one would  call  a friendly way.   But the touches had been  starting to  get  more  and more personal. Spock wasn't sure if the captain  was  aware of the fact that hand holding, to vulcans, is like what humans would call 'making out'.    It was embarrassing,    but no  one else seemed to notice this or even know about it. Which  was why Spock    would blush   green   whenever Kirk touched or grabbed    his         hand   while    they were    in front  of their companions.    While Spock  would feel like he and Kirk were 'making out' right in front of everyone,   including his romantic partner, nobody seemed to notice or care.   Not   to   mention  how much     time    Kirk   would spend    in his   quarters   as of late. Although,   it was  curious in itself as  to   why   Spock hadn't   told   him   or anyone   else   that  Kirk was practically molesting him in front of everyone.

             "Captain on ze bridge!"

    Chekov's call pulled him out his thoughts and     made him turn around to catch the eye of the     man that  was  occupying his   thoughts.   He     gave him a smile  In greeting and nodded his      head a bit at him as   he  approached  hoping      that his face  didn't  reveal   that  he had been      thinking about him.

                                                                 "Hello, Captain."

[thepathlesstrekked]

prompt cause birthdays: it's Jim's birthday and as usual nobody can find him, nobody really looks. except this year because Jim has Bones and Bones will always look for him.

It was no secret that Jim Kirk’s birthday was a somber occasion. Very few people could blame Jim for making himself scarce whenever it rolled around, and even fewer went out of their way to look for him. It was widely accepted that if their birthday marked the date of so many deaths, including their own father’s, they would want people to stay the hell away too.

But their birthdays didn’t mark a tragedy. 

They also didn’t really know Jim Kirk or how the man thrived on contact and socialization. Not the kind that comes with spending time with a dead hero’s son, but the kind that comes with spending time around a person. The kind of person that would throw himself in front of fists, phasers, and death itself for a complete stranger.

Bones did know Jim. So he spent most of his day looking for him.

After nearly two hours of looking he found his friend sitting in the corner of a dive that probably housed more rats than people. Jim was looking into a half empty mug of beer like it held the answers to why the universe put him there. He actually startled when Bones dropped a cupcake in front of him and his body next to him.

“Happy birthday, kid.” 

Jim looked from the cupcake to Bones and back again before huffing out a soft laugh. There was a short silence when Bones took Jim’s beer and took a sip, pulling a face at the taste. “This is terrible beer.”

“Yeah, well it’s a terrible day.” Jim scowled at the table, fumbling his fingers over the scared wood to keep from having to look at his friend. “Nothing worth celebrating.”

Bones sighed and shook his head. Carefully he put his hand on the back of Jim’s neck and squeezed softly. “I can think of a lot of people that would disagree. Your mother for one.” Winona was always the first call on Jim’s birthday, voice bright and singing Happy Birthday way too loud and obnoxiously for six am. “Me for another.” 

Jim leaned into him reluctantly, but obviously starting to relax under the contact.

“You didn’t have to come looking for me, Bones.”

“I’ll always come looking for you, Jim.”

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starchxser said: I volunteer as tribute

[ *throws Spock at you* ]

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+starchxser

  “ Do you require my     assistance, captain? “

[mangopuffs]

Mckirk based off the country song 'Gimme that Girl' plz?

Leonard looks forward to the weekends, when his hectic hours of clinic duty and Jim’s classes finally give way to two days of nothing but lazing around the apartment, occasionally wandering out for food or catch a movie. He likes the look of their red uniforms hanging together in the closet, Jim walking around in nothing but one of Leonard’s old t-shirts and torn jeans, hair mussed and still yawning as he refills the coffee pot.

The best days are when it rains, and they spend those in Leonard’s small bed, Jim sprawled half on top of him with his head resting on Leonard’s chest, his hand pushed under the edge of Leonard’s shirt and resting possessively over his stomach.

He’s goddamn beautiful like this, relaxed and drowsy and his breaths puffing in little sighs across Leonard’s shirt, and Leonard can watch him sleep for hours.

When he wakes, it’s to the sound of Jim humming absently in the kitchen, an Academy sweatshirt pulled over his boxers and his bare feet tapping on the floor as he expertly flips a pancake.

"Breakfast is served," he proclaims, coming back to the bed with a loaded tray. "M’lady."

Leonard snorts and flips back the covers. “Get back in here.”

Jim’s feet are cold, and he insists on pressing himself against the inside of Leonard’s calves as he wriggles in and settles the tray on the nightstand. “You want milk or juice? We’re running a little on both….probably have to stop by after classes on Monday. Hey, did you hear about the….”

Jim rambles on as he fusses with the silverware, and Leonard tunes out quickly, distracted by the curve of Jim's cheek, the smell of sleep still clinging to his skin.

"What do you think-" Jim begins, turning towards him, and Leonard kisses him, sliding his hand around the back of Jim's neck and pulling him close as he rolls back, tugging Jim with him.

"Hey," Jim laughs, trying to wriggle away, and Leonard kisses him again. He gets one hand down the back of Jim's boxers and the rest, as they say, is history.

[cheshiresriddle-blog]

I am an idiot that doesn't look where she's putting her phone.

Hey I'm going to be without a phone for a few days. I dropped it in water and now its in rice for the next 2 to 3 days.

Here's hoping I'm lucky. But this is an fyi for those whom I talk to a kik. and anyone that happens to have my phone number. Thats why I stopped texting you. it didn't spark with use so we are good on that.

triskelion-king dalphahale starchxser

[cmoleonxrdmccoy-blog]

Deadly Reflections - Tiberius and McCoy

starchxser

Leonard McCoy was not a nice man, in fact some would go so far as to say he was evil. Cruel, though, that was likely the most politically correct term. There was a reason he had made it so far in his little medical practice home in Georgia, a reason his wife finally felt so threatened with the fact that he could end her with just a sprinkle of tasteless, colorless, odorless, untracable powder into her morning coffee, a powder he had invented himself. She had tried to force Joanna onto him, but he had laughed in her face, said if she was leaving him then he'd leave her to struggle through raising a child, it wasn't his problem to deal with anymore. He went to join the Academy, mainly because it would give him a challenge, something to do then just sit around in a small country town where everyone already held a healthy respect for his skills. No, he wanted a challenge, a new start, a place where no one knew his name beyond 'cadet'. He wanted to work his way through the ranks, silently and with a deadly ease. That's how he found himself walked into a dorm, eyes quickly taking in the empty space. Apparently his roommate hadn't decided to show up yet, but that was alright with him, it gave him more time to take in his surroundings without having to worry about a knife in the back. Claiming one of the beds he started to unpack his things, putting away clothes and the like before slipping a hypo under his pillow, another into the bottom drawer by his bedside. Then he pulled out a PADD, layed on his bed, and waited for his roommate to appear.

[cmoleonxrdmccoy-blog]

-whispers- mckirk before I go to sleep

Send me a ship; Ultimate Edition

Who was the one to propose: Jim

Who stressed more over wedding planning: Bones

Who decorated the house: Mostly Jim, but Bones threw in his two cents.

Who does the cooking: When not on the Enterprise Bones likes to cook, every now and then Jim will, but it's mainly Bones.

Who is more organized: Jim, though Bones isn't far behind.

Who initiates bedroom fun: Jim

Who suggested kids first: Bones

Who’s more dominant: It mainly depends on the day, it can go either way.

Who’s the cuddler: They're both cuddlers, but Bones will strangle anybody who calls him one.

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: It switches regularly.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Joking around and getting on Spock's last nerve.

Who comes home drunk at 3am: Both of them.

Who kills the spiders: Bones

Who falls asleep first: Bones

A head canon: When one of them ends up having a nightmare the other will wake them up with soft words, and hold the other through whatever aftermath their might be.

Their relationship summed up in a gif: 

Do they have any “rituals”?: After a hard day at work, for either of them, they'll both sit down with a glass of liquor, tell the other everything that happened. 

Who is louder?: Jim

Who is more experimental?: Jim

Who takes more risks?: Damnit Jim.

Do they fuck or make love?: Make love lots of the time, but on many occasions they'll just fuck.

Lights on or off?: On

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?: Jim

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome?: Jim

Who comes first?: Bones

Who is better at oral and who prefers it?: Jim is better at it, Bones prefers it.

Who is more submissive?: It depends on the day and the situation.

Who usually initiates things?: Jim

Who is more sensitive?: Jim

Who has the most patience?: Neither of them

Which kinks do they share?: Dirty talk, a bit of bondage.