correction it was jim

Person: “Sure I like Captain Kirk!”

Me:

Person: “He’s like Han Solo! That devil-may-care hero trope is my favorite!”

Me:

Person: “Plus, talk about a ladies’ man!”

Me:

Political correctness is the backlash. Blaming political correctness for President Trump is like blaming the civil rights movement for Jim Crow, or feminism for rape culture, or Stonewall for anti-gay hate crimes. It’s every battered wife who has been murdered by her husband when she tries to leave. It’s “I wouldn’t have to hurt you if you’d just behave.” It’s a disingenuous rationalisation peddled by people who know they did nothing to help when Trump’s Voltron of hate was gathering steam and are suddenly terrified because the stock market is crashing. Oh, now you’re afraid? Now you’re angry? Welcome. You’re late. You spent eight years obsessing over college students’ opinions on standup comedy and now a racist clown is president. Trump is a man who believes in registering Muslims, restraining black protesters with violence, building a wall on the Mexican border and non-consensually grabbing women by the genitals – and you don’t think he has a vested interest in tamping down the dissent of Muslims, black people, immigrants and women? He is institutional silencing personified. Are you sure political correctness went too far? Are you sure we were overreacting?
—  Lindy West

“Oh no.” said all women, everywhere.

Nct according to Auto correct

Taeil: Moon Tamil
Johnny: Johnny September
Taeyong: Lee tasting
Yuta: Nakano to yuta
Doyoung: Kim song young
Ten: Chitra phone leechaiyapornkul
Jaehyun: Jung Jaclyn
Winwin: Song so cheng
Mark: Market Lee
Renjun: Huang remain
Jeno: Lee Jenn
Haechan: Lee song yuck
Jaemin: MA Jasmin
Chenle: Zhongshan checked
Jisung: Park kissing 


~ Bonus ~

Rookies:

Hansol: Jim Hanson
Kun: Qiang Kung
Lucas: Word yum height
Jungwoo: Kim Jung wood
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Endless list of favourite K/S scenes in TOS 

And The Children Shall Lead


One of my favourite episodes when it comes to K/S is “And the Children shall lead”, S3E4. The episode is pretty famous because of the turbolift scene above, which is something we really need to talk about. 

KIRK: I’m losing command. I’m losing the Enterprise. The ship is sailing on and on. I’m alone. Alone. Alone. I’m losing command.
SPOCK: Captain.
KIRK: I’ve lost command. I’ve lost the Enterprise.
SPOCK: Jim.
KIRK: I’ve got command. I’ve got command. I’ve got command.
SPOCK: Correct, Captain.

The most heartbreaking thing here is probably that Jim believes he’d be alone in the universe as soon as he loses his command, which tells us a lot about his character development throughout the series. When people flirt with him he usually shuts them down with the knockout argument that the Enterprise is his only mistress. And it’s true that he lacks a social life because of his demanding post. 

But it’s quite telling that he thinks no one will stand by his side as soon as he loses his title or his ship. 

ENTER Spock. 

Spock who recognized Jim’s rapidly approaching panic-attack and pulled him into the privacy of the turbolift in the first place. 

Spock, who tries again and again to pull Jim back, to calm him down. He calls him captain over and over to remind Jim that the panic-attack is unfounded, that the aliens on the ship induce them in everyone except Spock himself (the lucky Vulcan). But Jim continues to panic, Spock seems unable to reach him in this state.

And than Spock calls him “Jim”, something he usually only does when he is emotionally compromised or feels especially affectionate towards Jim. And it works like a charm. 

Being reminded that Spock is more than his first officer, that Spock is his friend is what pulls Jim finally out of his state of panic. Because, as it is evident in Star Trek III later, Jim loves his ship and his command, but more than that he values Spock in whatever capacity one chooses to interpret their relationship. And he knows he is not alone as long as Spock stands by his side. For all his ship and his job can give him they can do nothing to take away his greatest fear: dying alone

But Spock is there with him and he can.

And there’s even more in this episode worthy of addressing. Because after they left the turbolift and tried to fix engineering there is this little scene that wouldn’t be remarkable (apart from Spock voluntarily touching Jim to reassure him) if it weren’t for the lighting. Directing a TV-show is a very delicate affair, especially when the budget is as limited as it was in TOS. So to get great effect one has to use whatever is at hand. In this case: the lighting of the scene. I absolutely refuse to believe that the shadows of Jim and Spock move the way they do by happenstance. 


There is a connection between our two heroes that is in it’s very essence something hidden, something subtle. Something one needs to take a closer look at to see. Shadows have ever since been used as tools to show hidden agendas, desires (there are quite a few disney moves that come to mind, just as an example) and, yes, also feelings. 


This episode is in the third season, Jim and Spock already survived Spock’s pon farr, they traveled back in time together, they were both accused of mutiny and treason, they risked their lives countless times for each other up to the point of endangering the entire crew for each other and they made it this far.

 Bones already spoke with Jim about his “affection for Spock” (Operation Annihilate) and the good doctor witnessed Spock basically admitting a “genuine, warm, decent feeling” (Bread and Circuses) for their captain. And now THIS^ happens and I’m supposed to believe that it’s an accident? I don’t think so.

A Massive Spones Rec List

The Spones fandom is made up of some of the most talented people but is tiny and in need of more content. Due to this fact, there are significantly less Spones fics so I searched extra hard to compile a good, lengthy list of fics.. and somehow managed to find way more fics than I did for my Mckirk one?? Why am I such trash, help I need a life.

(Listed alphabetically: ** = favourite)


Addressed to the Damn Doctor by ElloPoppet | 2.5k, T

Spock writes McCoy a letter of confession, despite not quite knowing how to write a love letter. (A super sweet insight into Spock’s mind, especially on his thoughts on the Enterprise’s resident doctor.)

Best Medicine for the Worst Patient by gammadolphin | 8.5k, T

It’s a special kind of hell, becoming obsessed with the laughter of a man who barely even smiles unless he’s high or dying of blood loss. Leonard doesn’t handle it particularly well. (A hilariously frustrating fic in which Bones becomes a little too obsessed with trying to hear Spock laugh just once more.)

Blues March by IntuitivelyFortuitous | 7k, T

Leonard McCoy sees his friends bleed. He loves the blood when it is inside them, flushing their cheeks and warming their skin. When it colors his hands on the operating table, he can think of little but the time he has with them, and a minute is too long to waste. He’s not going to let Spock get away that easily. (Gruesome and sad yet somehow really sweet.)

The Body by therev | 13k, T

McCoy’s consciousness is transferred into an android body after a fatal accident. Spock helps him remember the man he used to be. (Wow a really creative and fascinating fic that could have gone totally wrong if it hadn’t been written by such a talented author.)

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For @ha-tep Spock is in love with the reader and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

Warnings: Lots of stupidity. Also please read A/N

Word Count: 1,889

A/N: Lovesick and drunk Spock is my favorite Spock. Also thanks to lovely Bee for this amazing idea!

~•~

Spock knew something was different the moment you entered the bridge.

He was aware of the alien feeling he recently started to feel in certain situations, those certain situations always involving you. At first, it gave him quite the scare that he considered seeing the ship’s CMO. But later on he realised he welcomed the sensation. Even though it seemed to lower his work performance.

You left the turbolift in a hurry. Your messy hair and crumpled uniform gave away the fact that you had just got up from your -probably- brief sleep.

“Permission to enter the bridge, Captain?” the words left you as you tried to regain the much needed oxygen.

“Permission gran- Did you work overnight again? [Y/N] I told you that the report could wait until next week!”

Spock watched you as you smiled sheepishly at the captain and rubbed the back of your neck. He couldn’t help but notice how cute you looked even with your crazy case of bed hair.

When he felt the temperature rise in his ears he dug his head back to his station, though his sensitive ears never left your voice.

“I’m sorry Captain. But I have a lot of work to do, I wanted to get this over with.” you said and gestured to the PADD in your hand.

“If you continue like this I swear I will get Bones on your ass.” Jim shook his head. “Very well. Please lend that to Mr. Spock.”

Spock felt the urge to smack his head on his station when he heard his name. But he quickly cleared his throat and sat up straight, hoping you wouldn’t stay for too long.

“Commander, here is the report on the pollen samples the away team brought in.”
you said and left the PADD next to his hand. “Is there anything else you need?”

Spock lifted his head to say that you could leave but his eyes caught your tired form. Your eyes had dark bags under them from sleepless nights but they still managed to shine with happiness. Spock’s already racing heart started to slam against his side.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you got no answer. “Mr. Spock… Umm, are you alright?” you asked and ran a hand through your hair.

That was the last straw.

“Captain. I require medical attention.” Spock managed to say through gritted teeth and got up, holding onto his side. Jim turned to see Spock’s slouched body and bolted out of his chair immediately.

“What is it? Are you in pain, Commander?” your voice filled his ears and his heart threatened to burst out of his body.

“What’s wrong?” Jim rushed to his friend side, communicator ready.

“I am in pain.”

Jim raised an eyebrow at the area Spock clutched with his hand. “You mean your heart?” he snorted in an attempt to hold back his laughter.

“[Y/N] you get back to your post.” Jim sneaked an arm around your back and pushed you in the direction of the turbolift. “I’ll handle this.”

You sent a worried glance at the commander before nodding and leaving the bridge.

The captain rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to Spock. “Sit down and breathe.” He obeyed Jim’s orders and eventually his heartbeat went back to normal.

“So… [Y/N], huh?”

Spock opened his mouth but no word left it. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Jim raised his eyebrows, waiting for his first officer’s answer.

“What about Lieutenant [Y/L/N]?”

Jim let out an annoyed grunt at his response and mumbled something about dense Vulcans before leaving Spock alone for the moment.

~•~

“[Y/N]! Unwrap yourself from that towel and come here! I told you, you look fine.”

You groaned and angrily threw your towel onto the bed in your hotel room. You were currently in Risa for a much needed shore leave but if there was one thing you were self conscious about it was the way you look in you swimwear.

Jim rolled his eyes at your childish behaviour. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of your room before you could protest.

“We haven’t seen organic sunlight for almost a year [Y/N]. Enjoy yourself a little.” he stopped before wiggling his eyebrows “And Spock is gonne be there.”

You slapped his arm in response but it didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat.

“He is right.” you thought to yourself and tried to relax in your lack of clothing. It’s been quite a while since the crew took a shore leave and you were going to enjoy every single moment of it.

You pulled your hand away from Jim’s grip and walked beside him to the beach. But nothing could have prepared you to the sight you were just about to see.

“Spock. No shirt. Swimming trunks.” you could feel your brain burn.

Jim saved your brain from short circuiting by nudging you with his elbow and wiggling his eyebrows yet again. “Like what you see?”

You forced yourself to snort but still felt your cheeks turning red when you made your way towards Spock.

“Commander! To be honest I didn’t think you would be here…” you trailed off not really knowing what to say.

Spock opened his mouth but found himself not able to speak. He looked behind you briefly to see Jim sending him a threatening look.

When he returned his gaze on you he couldn’t help but notice how carefree and beautiful you looked in your current outfit. The now familiar feeling returned to his side.

“I… didn’t think I would be here either.” he finally answered, making you giggle. Spock could have sworn that he could pass out right there.

“So…” a huge smile appeared on your lips. “Would you like to go for a swim with me?” You expectantly looked up to him.

It was his brain’s turn to start short circuiting when you directed your smiled at him. He couldn’t believe how he turned from the serious first officer to a malfunctioning lifeform in a matter of seconds.

“I…”

Your smile turned into a frown. “Commander? Are you alright?”

“Yes, t'hy'la.”

Jim spurted out the water he was drinking and started coughing harshly. His eyes widened and he thanked the day he asked Uhura to teach him some Vulcan words.

While Jim was trying to decide if he should be laughing or be concerned, you gave Spock a confused look. “What?”

Spock -who was starting to panic inside- quickly blurted out a “I need to go.” and turned around to leave.

A second later Jim was by your side and he said something like “I bet he is just a little nervous don’t worry.” quickly before going after Spock. You tried to hide your hurt feelings with a smile.

“Spock! Where are you going? It took me 3 hours to drag you here! Come back!”

~•~

The last person Jim expected to see in the ship’s bar was his first officer. But yet there he was, with a glass of something he couldn’t clearly see.

“Spock?” Jim sat beside his friend, trying to understand why he was here instead of his quarters.

“Hello to you too, Jim.”

The slight slur in his voice didn’t escape Jim and he quickly snatched the glass in Spock’s hand. He gasped.

“Spock! This is hot chocolate!”

“That is correct!”

“You willingly consumed chocolate?!”

“That is also correct!”

Jim looked at his friend in disbelief. He knew the Vulcan felt something for you since the moment he first laid eyes on you. But Spock being desperate enough to get drunk? “Looks like there really is a first for everything.” he thought before squeezing Spock’s shoulder.

Spock rubbed his temples and whined. “Why are they so aesthetically pleasing Jim?”

Jim tried not to laugh at his un-Vulcan-like behaviour and pulled his hand away. “You mean beautiful?”

“Yes. Yes I do. Their hair, eyes, smile. Everything about them is perfect!” He threw his hands in the air and Jim could no longer contain his laughter.

You were just about to enter the bar when you heard your Captain’s laugh. You knew it wasn’t okay to spy on Jim but you grew curious when you heard the first officer’s voice shout “It’s not funny.”

“This situation is lowering my work performance!”

“Is he drunk?” you thought and considered leaving.

“And it’s all [Y/N]’s fault! I hate them for it!”

You couldn’t keep the gasp that escaped from your lips. “Why? Did I do something wrong?” you asked yourself. “Of course you did [Y/N]! Like you always do!”

You wanted to leave them alone and return to your quarters in silence. But that hope was crushed when you heard Jim say “You stay here, I’ll be right back.” Apparently he heard you.

You were already walking away when Jim reached you and grabbed your arm. “How much of it did you hear?”

You rolled your eyes and pulled your arm away from his grip. “Enough. I don’t even know what I’ve done wrong.” tears threatened to escape your eyes.

His eyes widened. “Oh, no no no no! You just came in the wrong time [Y/N]! He-”

“Captain, I would appreciate it if we stopped this conversation. He has made it quite clear he hates me so I-”

“I don’t hate you.”

You looked behind Jim to see Spock, holding onto a glass of what seemed to be hot chocolate. For a moment no one said anything and Jim used that moment to his advantage.

He pointed at the glass Spock was holding and said “Maybe I should take that away from you.” He snatched the hot chocolate from his hands and started to quickly walk away towards his own quarters.

“What? Jim you can’t leave me here!”

But Jim was already in the turbolift when he said “Good luck!” and with that, the doors of the turbolift closed.

“I don’t hate you.” Spock said (more like whined) once again to take your attention away from where Jim used to stand.

You let out a sigh. “Mr. Spock… You don’t have to pretend. I… I should escort you to your quart-”

“No, listen to me first. The reason why I said I hate you is because you are so b-beautiful a-and you are intelligent and I like yo-your voice and you are distracting me and I…”

You looked at him with amazement. You couldn’t believe the person before you was Spock. The first officer of the starship Enterprise. “It seems Spock tends to lean more to his Human side when he is drunk.” you noted in your brain.

“…a-and the Captain told me you felt the same way but I couldn’t believe that someone li-”

You temerariously cut him off with a quick peck on his lips and watched him turn into a walking spinach. You couldn’t help but giggle and exhale in relief.

“Maybe we should have this conversation when you aren’t drunk.”

He looked at you for a moment before throwing his hands in the air and yelling “That’s a great idea, t'hy'la!”

You laughed at his erratic behaviour and linked your arm with his, leading him to the turbolift.

“You called me that before, on our shore leave. What’s the meaning of it?”

“If I tell you, you will make fun of me until the end of time.”

Political correctness is the backlash. Blaming political correctness for President Trump is like blaming the civil rights movement for Jim Crow, or feminism for rape culture, or Stonewall for anti-gay hate crimes. It’s every battered wife who has been murdered by her husband when she tries to leave. It’s “I wouldn’t have to hurt you if you’d just behave.” It’s a disingenuous rationalisation peddled by people who know they did nothing to help when Trump’s Voltron of hate was gathering steam and are suddenly terrified because the stock market is crashing. Oh, now you’re afraid? Now you’re angry? Welcome. You’re late. You spent eight years obsessing over college students’ opinions on standup comedy and now a racist clown is president. Trump is a man who believes in registering Muslims, restraining black protesters with violence, building a wall on the Mexican border and non-consensually grabbing women by the genitals – and you don’t think he has a vested interest in tamping down the dissent of Muslims, black people, immigrants and women? He is institutional silencing personified. Are you sure political correctness went too far? Are you sure we were overreacting?
—  Lindy West
Slow Hands

Pairing: Jim Preston x Reader

Author: @star-pratt

Words: 2298

Author’s Note: I saw a gif of Chris in his movie Passengers and I just had to write something on it and I did! It’s super cute, obviously. Thank you to the greatest girl ever, @writing-obrien for proofreading this for me!


Originally posted by caresizligeuzananel


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anonymous asked:

Okay but what about a McKirk AU where one of them saves the other from an embarrassing situation even though they absolutely don't know each other?

  • Being a bartender is not so bad. The pay is decent, the company usually okay, too. Being a bartender in wedding venues? Not always as great. But the good thing about it is that mostly bridesmaids are easy, groomsmen are horny, general visitors are drunk, and Jim being attracted to mostly anything with a pulse; that works out pretty well. Plus, everyone dresses up nicely. Except maybe Leonard, who looks already drunk when he arrives at the wedding reception.
  • “You familiar with the bride or groom?” Jim asks, pushing a glass of strong whiskey in his direction; something Leonard gratefully accepts. “Yeah, you could say that. That’s my ex-wife and my ex-best friend,” Leonard replies, and Jim frowns. “Yikes. Why are you here?” “I’m the better man,” Leonard replies, “that, and my daughter asked me to be here.” “Ah,” Jim says, briefly hesitating to refill Leonard’s glass, but he does so anyway. “I’m sorry about that, man. Weddings are usually pretty great.” “Oh, it’s fantastic,” Leonard says, “I don’t have to wake up next to her anymore, nor do I have to care for a guy who’s pretended to be my friend for the last 20 years.” Yikes. This guy’s a downer. A shame, too, because Jim can sense such a caring person underneath all of that. Especially when Joanna rushes towards him. It’s like that whole, shitty situation is briefly forgotten - as is his whiskey, and instead he focuses on his girl for a while. Comments on her pretty red dress and the flowers in her hair, and promises they go out together again soon. 
  • They’re gone for a while and Jim doesn’t think much about it. But Leonard is most definitely drunk, a little annoyed, and clearly hurt, too, when he returns. “Do you want some water?” Jim asks him, but Leonard shakes his head. “No, something stronger.“ Jim is about to politely object to that, but another guy walks in and pats Leonard on the shoulder. “How about that ceremony, huh?” “Yes, congratulations,” Leonard says, “you’re sleeping with a witch for the rest of your life. But considering you did so behind my back while we were still married tells me you’re going to be very happy together.” “At least I didn’t drown myself in work because I don’t know how to be a husband or a father-” “You’re not a father,” Leonard interrupts. “What do you have going for you right now, huh? Poor job performance, no wife, a kid only every other weekend. What do you have that makes you so great? Nothing.” “Me,” Jim replies, so out of the blue both Leonard and his ex best friend (or whatever) look confused. “He’s got me,” Jim says, “Leonard and I. We’ve been together for a while.” Leonard looks even more confused now, especially when Jim leans in over the bar to press a quick kiss to the other’s lips, “and I don’t appreciate you talking to him like that. You use that tone on your wife, too? For your sake, I hope not.“ 
  • “Why’d you do that?” Leonard asks Jim once they’re alone again, and Jim shrugs. He shrugs, because honestly, he has no idea why he just said that. “I don’t like people talking down on other people like that. Plus, I figured, for the sake of tonight, what does a little lie matter? Not like you’re seeing a lot of these people on a regular basis. Let them think you date this handsome man,” he adds, gesturing at himself. Leonard laughs at that, and when he does, Jim knows it’s his personal mission to keep this man smiling. Because honestly, he looks so much more handsome like that. “Fine,” Leonard says, “I could date a bartender.” “A handsome bartender,” Jim corrects him, and Leonard smiles lightly. “Very handsome.”
  • There are other bartenders present, luckily, so Jim takes some time to just sit with Leonard and talk. Initially just for silly dating lies, but Jim finds that the two of them have a lot in common. They laugh at the same kind of jokes, drink the same drinks, and apparently go out in the same districts. “How come I’ve never seen you before?” Leonard asks, “seems like I would’ve remembered seeing you.” “Because of my strapping good looks?” “You know you get less attractive every time you say stuff like that,” Leonard replies with a grin, and Jim smiles. He reaches out, hand on Leonard’s arm. “Hey, but, maybe you would’ve noticed me if you weren’t so focused on your shitty choice of friends. Don’t let this charade keep you down, yeah? You know which couples stay the happiest? The ones with small, genuine receptions. Where it’s about uniting families instead of showing off the debt you’ll be paying off for the rest of your marriage - weddings are expensive,” Jim says. “You learn all that from being a bartender?” Leonard asks, and Jim shrugs. “I actually organize events. Like weddings. Birthdays. Anniversaries, etc. Bartending is something I enjoy doing because I meet interesting people.” “Handsome people,” Leonard comments, and Jim laughs. “Very.”
  • Jim uses up his break time to join Leonard on the dance floor, where they mostly dance closely together and continue to talk, joke, and laugh at the stupidest things. Leonard does get a few questions from family members. How long have you been together? “Three months,” Leonard replies smoothly, and Jim just rolls with it. “I was instantly smitten,” Jim says, “though he’s a bit grumpy from time to time, isn’t he?” “More like all the time.” “I can hear all of this, I’m right here,” Leonard replies to both Jim and the family member they’re talking to.
  • Jim dances with Joanna for a while, too. They don’t lie about their relationship to her. Instead, Jim says he’s a friend who’s only just discovering how great her daddy is. Because that’s the truth. There’s so much more to Leonard than that drunken miserable pile who walked in earlier. And when Jim returns to the bar, Leonard joins so they can talk more. Joanna sits at the bar next to them, quietly drawing or playing her game boy while sipping on an alcohol-free mocktail Jim has made for her. It’s just different kinds of fruit juices and sodas, but she loves it. Loves especially the tiny umbrella and pieces of fruit in it.
  • Surprisingly, Leonard stays almost to the very end of the night. Hes gone for a few minutes when Joanna leaves with her uncle and aunt, but he’s back for another drink and Jim’s company - something Jim’s happy to give him. “Hey,” Leonard says, when the others start cleaning up and it’s definitely time to leave, “I had a great time. I just wanted to thank you.” “Oh, that’s no problem,” Jim shrugs it off casually. “I’m serious. I know this was all pretend, but if you ever want to recreate some of those dates you told my family about-” Jim laughs at that, walking around the bar to face Leonard properly. “How about instead of those stories, we make a few of our own?” Jim suggests, reaching out for Leonard’s phone to put his own number in it. “When are you free?” Leonard asks. “This week?” “Or tonight,” Leonard says, “I noticed you haven’t eaten, and I know a great burger joint-” “Burgers,” Jim says, “I’m sold.” He smiles when Leonard leans in for another kiss. It definitely feels more genuine each time it happens. Which, probably, has been happening more than necessary this night. “Burgers and handsome company,” Leonard corrects him, and Jim laughs, again. “Very.”

“According to the official Star Trek Reboot Archive Jim Kirk didn’t go to Tarsus IV.”

anonymous asked:

Could you do another Moriarty one? Maybe like the reader has a pet they're obsessed with and Jim's like; stop it; it's an animal. But secretly he wants their attention???

Originally posted by we-love-moriarty

Reader x Jim Moriarty

“Isn’t he the cutest thing ever!” You squealed, petting your new dog, Rocco.

“It’s a dog.” Jim grumbled and crossed his arms.

“The cutest dog.” You corrected Jim.

“You’re obsessed.” Jim muttered, moving closer towards you and Rocco.

You ignored Jim and continued to pet Rocco, giving him all your attention.

“Y/N,” Jim grabbed your hand before looking around the room to make sure no one was looking in. “You do realize that it’s just a dog right? Just a plain, old, boring dog.”

Rolling your eyes, you looked over at Jim. “You don’t understand the importance of pets.”

“That’s because it’s just something you play with when you’re bored.” Jim sighed.

You covered Rocco’s ears and brought him closer to your chest. A smile graced over lips before placing Rocco on Jim’s lap and standing up. “I’ll be back. Enjoy having a pet for a few minutes.”

You walked out of the room and hovered near the doorway, hoping that Jim believed you had left. His face contorted from confusion into disgust as Rocco licked his face.

“No, doggie.” Jim gave him a tight smile.

Rocco jumped onto Jim’s shoulders and licked his face again. Hesitantly, Jim gave him a small pat on the back. “Yes, there, now go find me Y/N.”

You laughed silently as Jim looked around the room. You ran behind the wall as his eyes scanned the doorway before peaking your head out a few seconds later.

“So, you’re a dog.” Jim said.

Rocco barked.

With one final glance from side to side, a wide grin erupted across Jim’s face as he gave Rocco a hug, petting him.

“Alright, you’re a cute dog.” Jim whispered to Rocco. “But don’t tell Y/N that she was right.”

Rocco licked Jim’s face as he smiled even wider.

You tiptoed a few feet away from the door then walked on the creaky boards as you re-entered the room.

“Oh, yes, hello Y/N.” Jim nodded at you.

“What’d you think?” You asked.

“He’s a dog.” Jim nodded before clearing his throat and standing up. “I should go.”

“So soon?” You frowned.

“I have to run a few errands.” He muttered. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jim started walking away, turning around in his tracks in a rush. “What sort of toys do dogs play with?”

“Tennis balls.” You smiled. “Or anything in the dog section.”

“Right okay.” He nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You’ll see us tomorrow.” You grinned.

Jim gave you a small smile. “I’ll bring tennis balls.”

With that, Jim walked out of your front door and left you with your new dog Rocco and promises of his return tomorrow.

Tony was supposed to be alone. Tony was supposed to be alone.

“Get back in the closet,” Steve hissed hurriedly, trying to shove Bucky back through the door, but it was too late–they’d been seen.

The other boy stared at them for a long moment before saying, “Why aren’t you wearing any pants?”

“What,” Bucky said.

The boy gestured at them. “You’re not wearing any pants.”

“…Why would we have to wear pants?” Steve asked helplessly, honestly at a loss for words. “It’s not like our genitals hang out like yours do.”

“Your genitals?” the boy repeated, voice pitched higher, before he turned and flopped face-first into a pillow. “Oh my God.

“I brought sodas,” Tony crowed, carefully edging through the door, only to freeze when he saw the two monsters by the closet and his friend hiding his face. “…I can explain?”

“They’re not wearing any pants!”

Tony pursed his lips. “…I can’t explain.”

“We don’t need pants,” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes. “Look, I’m all furry. You can’t even see anything.”

“You should still wear pants!”

“Anyway,” Tony said, walking over to set the two cans of soda down. “Rhodey, this is Bucky and Steve. Guys, this is Rhodey!”

“Jim,” Rhodey corrected blandly, the way someone did when they’d learned how futile he was to change something but tried anyway. “I guess Tony has talked about you. I’d been expecting people less…” He hummed thoughtfully, then shrugged. “Like you.”

Bucky sighed and sat down on the floor. “Yeah, probably.”

“I still think you should wear pants,” Rhodey added.

Steve frowned. “You’re… taking this really well.”

“Tony made a robot that steals our homework so it can try and learn faster,” Rhodey scoffed. “When it comes to Tony, you’re actually not that weird.”

Steve and Bucky nodded, conceding. Yeah, that sounded about right.

Tony bought them pants and insisted they wear them because he thought it was hilarious, though.

“I’ve got a tail right now!” Steve exclaimed, victorious.

Tony pulled out a skirt.

Steve grumbled and let his tail split into legs to instead pull on the pants.