you of all people should know spock

Imagine Jim and Spock waking up early one lazy morning. Maybe they both have the day off or maybe their on shore leave or something, but they’re both being so lazy. Spock probably woke up an hour ago but jim is so warm and its logical to stay in bed and ensure that Jim remains warm by sharing body heat yes very logical so Jim finally wakes up and smiles and just has to kiss Spock, has to kiss him. He kisses him and Spock lets him and Jim smiles and says “G’morning beautiful, I love you.” because, relly, there is nothing else spock should hear first thing in the morning. Jim made a goddamn promise to love and cherish this Vulcan for the rest of his days and it is vital that “I love you” be the first thing Spock hears every morning, because Jim of all people knows how easy it is for the last thing you say to someone to not be I love you so he tells it to Spock at every occasion but especially in the mornings. Anyway, Jim insists on another kiss, and Spock obliges and Jim grabs him by the hips and rolls them over so Spock is straddling him and their kissing again and again and eventually Spock rolls them over once again so Jim is on top now and the blankets are tangled around their legs and Jim is laughing and Spock keeps running his fingers over Jim’s cheeks, the corners of his eyes, his meld points, his early morning i-had-sex-last-night-and-rolled-out-of-bed-just-now hair. And he keeps thinking about how jim looks so beautiful right now and he has more lovein his chest than he knows what to do with he has to express it by projecting it to his t’hy’la and kissing him again and seriously when do they get out of bed? if they could they would just spend all damn day in bed together just admiring and ugh their such cute dorks

Over Time (Part 1)

Prompt: Angst. 

A/N: Okay so let me just start off by saying I’m sorry. This fic is going to mess with your emotions (it certainly messed with mine and Lydia’s). It made me really sad to be honest. This is only part one, because I needed a break, and I’m sure you don’t wanna read a super long ass fic (like Lydia’s working on). So regardless, there will be a part 2. I hope to get great feedback from you guys. 

Title: Over Time

Series: Over Time Sereis

Words: 1267

Author: Alice 

Songs I’m Listening To: Valerie by Amy Winehouse, and Painting Flowers by All Time Low. 


“Dr. McCoy, have you figured out the cause of death of the last enemy?” You tried asking boyfriend professionally.

“Well, Dr. Y/L/N,” he said, stressing your last name in amusement. You smiled. “I have most of the components of the disease figured out, but there are still some things foreign to me.”

“We don’t know what it is, so please be careful,” you pleaded.

“Whatever you say, doll,” he sighed. The nickname earned him a glare from you, as you were trying to keep your relationship under the radar. He cringed, knowing he was gonna get an earful later.

You sat there watching your sarcastic boyfriend slicing skin tissue to see effects of the unknown disease. Somehow you knew something was gonna happen.

“God damnit!” you heard Bones yell. The scalpel had sliced too quickly and ended up cutting through the gloves the “careful” doctor was wearing. You rushed over to your now bleeding doctor.

“Leonard Horatio McCoy what did I just say?” you scolded. “Dammit, man. I’m your girlfriend, not your mother!” You pulled the stubborn man along to the sink to try and scrub out anything that could’ve been contagious. You heard the man chuckle, before sending him a glare.

“And you get mad at me for calling you Doll,” he smirked.

“Oh, shut up you baby,” you grumbled.

—-

“Leo, baby you okay?” you asked him. It had been a week since he had cut himself, and now something was up.

“Yeah, sweets. I’m good,” he responded in a tired voice. You continued to stare at him in concern. You decided that it was probably nothing so you chose to lighten the mood.

“Come on, you Nard. I have something planned,” you said with a giggle.

In the week since the incident, you and Leonard had slowly shown more your relationship to the crew. But apparently it didn’t come as much as a shock. You two had been secretly dating for a year, it was kinda obvious. And now, the two of you lived together.

“Lenny, come on,” you whined, dragging him behind you. He chuckled.

“Slow your ass down,” he said smiling. You had dragged him to the bridge to look out of the bay windows. You stood at the edge of the glass, admiring the stars.

“It’s like you’re trying to make me sick,” he grumbled.

“Shut it, I’m trying to be romantic, jackass,” you whined. He chuckled and tucked you under his arm. He kissed the top of your head. The two of you stood peacefully for a while until you spoke up.

“Isn’t it gorgeous?” you asked.

“It definitely is,” he mumbled.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay? You’re uncharacteristically quiet,” you asked, voice still filled with concern. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t honestly don’t know why,” he whispered as if he was concerned too.

——

“Leonard, baby, are you getting dressed?” You called from the bathroom. He walked in with a confused look on his face.

“Get dressed for what doll?” He asked.

“Leo, did you already forget? I told you this morning! We’re having dinner with Jim and Spock to discuss some things,” you explained with your face scrunched up.

“I don’t remember that at all,” he scoffed. You looked at him confused, he had even responded with asking what to wear.

“Well, go and hurry up, I don’t wanna be late,” you said, thinking it was just his busy mind.

Bones stood in the closet looking at his clothes. Surely he would’ve remembered something as simple as dinner right? He shook his head and got dressed for the evening.

When he arrived at dinner with you, he still was a bit confused.

“I invited Nyota to eat with us if that’s okay with you all,” Spock said. “I believe some of this information may pertain to her as well.”

“Nyota?” Bones questioned, with a confused look. Who the hell was Nyota? You looked at your boyfriend with even more concern.

“Yes, my apologies,” Spock said. “Most people know her as Miss Uhura.”

“Come on, Bones,” Jim chuckled. “You know Nyota! How many drinks did you have before you got here?”

Leonard’s face still showed confusion until the woman in question walked in and sat down.

Maybe he just had a long day.

——

“Y/N, don’t you think we should go look at the stars like we did last night?” Bones called from the bathroom.

“Bonesy, that was two weeks ago. And I thought space made you sick,” you teased, trying to ignore his forgetfulness.

“Well, if it did, it doesn’t anymore,” he laughed. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had bigger bags under his eyes, and seemed to have more wrinkles, but he figured it was just from working overtime a lot. Two weeks ago? How could it have been two weeks ago?

“Come on, baby,” he heard you say, coming up behind him to rub his back. “We gotta get to work.”

“I just hope you don’t distract me all day,” he smirked. You laughed before hitting his shoulder.

“Come on you Nard,” you said smiling.

If a complete stranger had walked into medbay that day, they would think that everything was normal. But as someone who knew Leonard McCoy relatively well, you knew he was acting strange. You expected it to get better as the day progressed, but it didn’t.

“Bonesy, I’m surprised I haven’t heard any jokes from you today,” you said, grabbing his hand and smiling.

“Dr. Y/L/N, this is the medical bay, I don’t think this the place for jokes,” he said pulling his hand from your grasp. “Or showcasing affection.”

Your face fell as he walked away. Was he mad at you? The cold shoulder continued all day, with him only addressing you by your last name. You honestly hated it. You spent the entire day questioning what you could’ve done to make him act like this. And the rest of the med staff felt it as well. They usually joked along with the chief medical officer, but now it seemed the med bay was as strict as ever.

That night, you got off work before he did. You didn’t even bother to say goodbye. You say on the bed waiting for him to come home. You heard the keycard swipe, and you immediately tensed up, only to have him walk in with a huge smile on his face.

“Hey doll,” he said coming over to kiss you and hug you. “How was your day?”

“Uh, it was okay?” you said unsure. He seemed to catch on.

“What’s wrong, sweets?” he asked concerned.

“What was with you today Leo?” you asked, still confused as to what was going on. He looked at you like he didn’t fully understand. “No joking or showing affection in the med bay? Did I do something?”

He grabbed your hands and leveled with you. “No, you didn’t do anything Y/N. I just think that the medical bay is a place for seriousness. I mean wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yeah, but it’s just so unlike you,” you said still concerned.

“I guess so,” he said with a half smile. “But things will be better at work now. Things will get done more efficiently.”

You just sat there shaking your head, as if you were trying to convince yourself that everything was still fine. “If you say so,” you said finally.

He pulled you into a hug. Your face showed concern at how he was acting. His showed confusion as to why you said it wasn’t like him.

I just want to give a shout out/message of appreciate to @llama-hunter-on-fire, @damnyoualex, @jim-bones-spock, @luzlicious and special mentions to @insightfulinsomniac and @gendryw4ters (just cause you’re a bit newer friends, but no less special!)

Because you sweet beans always read my stuff and provide me with feedback , like…always, regardless of the thing. And I don’t know how to properly convey how much I appreciate that kind of support from all of you. It is honestly so encouraging and it’s you all that keep me from doubting my stories and writing (for too long) and get back up to write some more. It’s really no small thing to feel like you have that kind of encouragement from people and you are all extremely special people that you provide that, to me and I’m going to guess to other people as well.

<3 You’re good folks, and I appreciate you <3


(I just added the ‘gives feedback’ part because it’s the thing that let’s me know that people are reading…if you’re someone who also reads everything thank you to you too! Really!)

this entire election has just been one disappointment after another, and i know a lot of people, including myself, are scared but, as long as we stick together, protect each other, and stand up for what we believe in we should be okay. Let’s stick it to them by living our lives unapologetically and refusing to be moved.

i love you guys//

Spirk headcanon #1: Every Sunday, the only day they both have off, they get up early, eat an awesome breakfast, set up the chess board and just play chess ALL DAY LONG.  They keep score and everyone knows better than to call them because if they do it’s just like, “I’ll call you back; Spock has seven, and I’ve got eight, but he’s really nipping at my heels this time~” and when people find out about it they’re like, “really??? Just chess?  All day?? Every week??” And Kirk and Spock are just like, “yes, that’s right” and they honestly don’t know why everyone thinks it’s weird/boring/etc because honestly WHAT COULD BE BETTER THAN CHESS ALL DAY LONG WITH YOUR T'HY'LA RIGHT~~

Spirk headcanon #2: They have a kotatsu because it is too cold in San Francisco in the winter for Vulcans.  Also because kotasu is just the best thing ever and everyone should have one~

(I drew this when I was watching Voyage Home at a Trek sleepover with friends.  I thought it would be fun to see if I remember how to colored pencils.  Turns out no, no I don’t.  Oh well, lalala~)

  • Spock: You of all people should know, Cadet Kirk. A Captain cannot cheat death.
  • Kirk: sweetie, you are literally so out of line it’s fucking unbelievable. i could drag you so hard right now but i know you’ll just end up crying. i’ve roasted you before and you know it. chances are you’ll just say i bullied you because you’re gay and have different skin. talk shit get hit, you don’t wanna mess with me kiddo; i’ve got a black belt. i know threats are fucked up but that’s all i’ve been receiving all day, probably from her royal hoodrat olive and all of her nasty friends. but you can gang up on me and make fun of me for being goth all you want. i’ve been hurt a lot. my first boyfriend cheated on me, my dad screams if i forget to do my chores, and there are some days i don’t even want to get out of bed in the mornings. i’m a jaded teenage girl. i’ve been through shit that you wouldn’t even dream of. you think your life is hard? try asking the cutest guy in your grade out in the middle of the cafeteria only to find out he has a fucking girlfriend. you don’t know my life or my story so keep my name out of your nasty mouth. life is a battlefield and it looks like i’ve already won.
Gina: a transgender!spock story (set in tos!verse)

(Before Gina)

The Vulcans do not have a word for it.

(Jim would call it antiquated, now. Leonard thinks it’s an outrage.)

Be their anger as it may, the Vulcans do not have a word for it, and should - Spock, at that point - have voiced his thoughts or opinions on the matter, he is positive they would have been immediately dismissed as a silly human condition - “It’s because of your human whore mother“ or something to that effect.

Remembering that time - the thoughts that went along with that feeling inside - is difficult. Spock - it is strange - would glance at the females as he passed them on the street, their hair curled and straightened and wearing simple dresses, and a pang of longing and simple want would - 

It was not a sexual longing, not in any sense - Spock at that point did not feel those urges - but more of an intense desire to be them, to have their elaborate hair, wear a dress -

There is not much else. Spock would concentrate, after every time he glanced at the girls, on building a mental fort around himself, those memories blocked out, because they were illogical and useless; there was nothing to come of that urge.

Nevertheless, sometimes he wondered.

*

He - it is he, you are a he, Spock, S’chn T’gai, he, himself - he presses the words, the pronouns into every crevice of his brain, and thinks of men and he, he, he-

T’Pock, he thinks and pushes it down, down, far down as it can go, he he he is not to think of it.

He is 17 and wants to go to the Vulcan Science Academy. He cannot afford to have such thoughts; they will distract him from his studies and 

T’Pock - 

It is a comfortable thought. It is emotion, it is a human failing, a weakness, he stresses. It is not him, it is she

He he he he he

*

He goes to Starfleet instead.

*

The night before he leaves, he thinks of his human condition and wonders if perhaps there are others, if perhaps at Starfleet there will be a boy who isn’t quite - 

T’Pock - 

He -

Spock, is he Spock or is he something, someone else, 

is she

*

James T. Kirk is an enigma, and Spock has starting thinking of himself - herself - as it because there is no other way to put it, put what it is. The professor is a bright, bright human with such a fiery passion for life and for justice and he is involved in everything Starfleet has to offer - 

It is fascinated. It has never seen anything quite like James T. Kirk.

It does not know love, but it wonders if that is what James T. Kirk is. It does not feel love, specifically, for James T. Kirk, but James T. Kirk feels love, because when It was young, It was taught that love meant people that smiled.

James T. Kirk smiles.

* Somehow, it and James T. Kirk become acquaintances; It is hesitant to call James T. Kirk a friend, because he certainly has many, but they are acquaintances, at the very least.   It is walking with Mr. Kirk, as It now calls him, when a person passes, head held low and tears streaking through their make-up painted face. "Hey,” Mr. Kirk says, stopping the person, “are you all right?”   The person looks up at him and It - Spock - T’Pock - freezes.    Her wig is slipping to the side and her breasts are lopsided and her running make-up is exposing an unquestionably male face and she is wearing a dress and IthehersheheSpockHIMHIMHIMherHIm freezes -    “Did someone hurt you?” Kirk asks and all It can do is stand there, stupid and illogical, and this is why you should have repressed it-   And she says, “No, they just - “

And her voice is low and male and -   “They just told me I was - ” and she draws in a ragged breath. “Worthless, and - “   Kirk draws up straight. “Spock, could you stay with - what’s your name?”   “Which one?" she asks.   "The one you want to be called,” Kirk says gently -    And she says, ”Gina.”   “Spock, would you might staying with Gina for a moment?” Kirk asks, and draws himself up and storms off.   It doesn’t know what to say.   “Are you gonna just stand there and stare?" Gina she asks, and It shakes Its head, mutely.   "My apologies," It says. “I simply was wondering - ” And It wets Its lips. “How did - how did you know?”   "That I was a girl?" Gina asks, sullen and grumbling. “That’s not a question I’m quite inclined to answer to a Vulcan I just met.”   There’s not an easy way to tell her, is there? It stands there and maybe It looks shameful enough that she gives in.   "Fine," she says. “Um. I guess I’ve always known, and I raided my mom’s closet one day and her catching me ripping her favorite dress while trying to put it on over my shoulders still isn’t one of my finer moments.”   Kirk returns five minutes later, when It is listening to her tell It her stories.   He has blood on his knuckles.   It knows, then, that James T. Kirk is someone to trust. * (After Gina)"T’Pock," she says.It is illogical."T’Pock,” she says.She. She, she, she. * She stands and looks in the mirror in her room and comms James.  I would like to tell you something, she writes. Would you mind coming to my dormitory room so we can discuss it? “T’Pock,” she says in the mirror. sure, is the answer, after a couple of minutes. should i bring chocolate and alcohol?No, thank you, she - she - she - says. James’s lack of proper punctuation astounds her, sometimes. I would prefer to remain sober.sorry, James says. i’ll see ya in five minutes! “T’Pock,” she says. “I am she. I am her. I am T’Pock.” T’Pock: the Vulcan, female version of her original, given name. T’Pock. It is freeing. Gina had described it as such. Comfortable - yet nerve wracking, and that is illogical, nerves are illogical, and she picks up her her comm unit and It is about to comm James, quickly, Never mind are the words, but there is a buzz at her door -  “Come,” she says, and stands off to the side and hugs her arms to her chest in a display of emotion that she has never allowed anyone to see, ever, it is human and it is weakness and weakness means error -  “Spock?” James asks quietly, and he stands in front of her. “Please close the door,” she says, and he rushes to. “Spock? Is this - ” “I do not know what to call it,” she says. “What is the word?” “Crossdressing?” T’Pock shakes her head. “No. Like Gina.” James’s confused vision clears. “Transgender?” T’Pock closes her eyes. “Yes.” “Spock,” James says softly. “T’Pock,” she corrects. “What?” James questions, his voice soft and gentle, like he is dealing with a frightened animal, backed into a corner, and that is all that T’Pock is, isn’t it -  “It is the Vulcan female version of my name,” she tells him.
“Okay,” Jim tells her, and puts a hand on her shoulder, not touching skin, because he is polite and careful with her and respectful of her mental shields. “T’Pock.” Her breath hitches in her throat, and Jim pulls her into a hug and his arms are light around her waist and her eyes are stinging and she remembers her mother telling her about crying, but she didn’t ever think that it would be like this, where she shakes and somehow her emotions are overwhelming and terrifying and -  “Help me,” she sobs into his shoulder and this is so embarrassing -  Jim’s hand accidentally brushes her skin and he goes still because emotions and she can feel his shock as her emotions emotions sweep through him. “It’s not embarrassing,” he says. “It’s completely understandable. Even for a Vulcan, okay, T’Pock?” He holds her and she cries.  * Now she is older and more experienced and the last time she cried, she was twenty-five and in her dormitory with a blond friend named Jim holding her close. Now she is much braver and she does not have to worry about people that say things because she is T’Pock, Science Officer and Vulcan and human and emotions and logic and male and female all in one.  And now she has Jim and Leonard and Nyota and Pavel and Hikaru and Montgomery and people who care and don’t care about all the right things. And now she is safe.

MODS NOTE - writewordswithmusic i know that sometimes i add a goofy epilogue onto your stories but i honest to god cant even think of anything that remotely compares to this this was absolutely beautiful and thank you so much for sharing it with us im actually crying heres the AO3 link you all should go comment and and bookmark this 

00:00:00, Time's up.

Based on the tumblr prompts “In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.” and “We all now have time stamps counting down to the moment we’re going to meet the person that gets us killed, inadvertently or otherwise. Send “time’s up” for my character’s reaction to their timer hitting zero right as they met yours.”

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