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Title: Engagement

Author: celli (AO3)

Rating: PG

Fandom: Star Trek

Word Count: ~3.6k

Warnings: kidfic

14.- Anything they both dread?

Birthdays.

Jim dreads his birthday because it’s also the day his father died, the day that the Kelvin was destroyed, the day that changed his whole life before it had even started.

19.- What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

Jim’s momentary lapses in judgment.

Leonard’s bedside manner.

Jim’s eyes get very wide and the longer the argument goes on the more passionate he gets about it. Leonard’s eyebrow rises to the heavens.

24. - Any doubts about the relationship?

Initially Leonard was hesitant. He was worried whether he was right for Jim. Whether or not it would last. Whether Jim would stay.

Jim was always pretty confident about the relationship but he still worried he wasn’t good enough for Leonard. He wasn’t sure he deserved Leonard. He wasn’t sure he deserved Joanna.

29. - How do they handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

Jim can handle anything. He’s a natural at taking charge and keeping people safe but when he’s the one sick or injured it’s a whole other story.

Minor injuries? He’ll brush them off as nothing and go on with his day. Until Leonard drags his ass to medbay.

No matter where he is, Jim Kirk always makes it to religious services in honor of his father’s birthday. He’s not expecting to find anything interesting in this small Georgia town and temple. McKirk, (1/?) don’t own any of this, this is preslash i guess but it’s definitely goin there. some jewish footnotes at the end, for @jewish-mccoy​ xoxo

Jim slides into the back of the synagogue. Services are about to start, and he quickly puts his kippah on his head. He goes immediately for the back row, the obvious choice even if he wasn’t ducking in so close to the beginning.

Really, he’s lucky the door was still open. He’s somewhere in the heart of Georgia, and he was even luckier to find a temple closeby at all. It’s surprisingly full for Shabbat morning, he thinks.

The niggunim are different at first, but the second one is one he knows. It’s silly, maybe, to always go to shul on his dad’s birthday, but it helps him feel closer to his father.

The doors swing open in the back, and Jim can’t stop his automatic impulse to turn around.

Maybe Jim should say a sheheceyanu because the man walking in is handsome in the way all the romance novels he stole from his mother described.

Prompt: “Look into my eyes and tell me you want this.”

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Pairing: McKirk

Characters: Leonard McCoy, James T. Kirk

Word Count: 2288

Warning: Mentions of past bad relationships

Author’s Note: My contribution to Jules’ 29th Birthday Challenge for @outside-the-government

*Enters room singing Happy Birthday* Happy Super Mega Very early Birthday, Jules! Love you lots! *Brings out the cake*

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Pairing: James T. Kirk/Leonard McCoy

Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard McCoy

Word Count: 1326

Warning: Mention of death, mention of sexual activities

Author’s Note: For @medicatemedrmccoy who always seems to talk me into writing my plot bunnies. 

 🙊 -Shriek

Words: 456

Jim had never done this with an audience before, and maybe if he’d had the capability to think clearly he might’ve been able to figure out exactly how he felt about it, but he was slightly too preoccupied for that to happen in that exact moment.

Translation: he was laughing his head off and could barely form proper sentences to make his pleas heard.

He was pretty certain a couple of people had caught Bones poking his side or giving his thigh a squeeze before, but no one had witnessed him, their captain, become this much of a helpless mess under the doctor’s fingers the way he so often did behind closed doors up until this point. Spock should consider himself lucky or something.

It would take a long time to convince him of this. The first time he brings it up would be because Bones’d be concerned about Jim’s mental health over a potential relationship that failed to bloom. Of course, Jim would adamantly deny it.

The second time around, they would already be together for a few months, Bones being more comfortable to ask about it. It’d come out of the blue and cause Jim to shut down instantly. Bones’d need a few days to coax himself back into Jim’s good graces.

Third time around, not long after the second time, Bones would be experienced on the matter and fully anticipate when Jim attempts to disappear into shadows. He’d find Jim, press their foreheads together and remind him of all the goodness he carried in his heart; He never needed to earn being touched. Bones’d then promise to never let him go, both relationship-wise and physical-wise, for as long as he still wanted Bones by his side.

Recovery by @imoutofmyvulcanmind

(Always Gonna Be Slash!) thing: Please, credit the prompting back to me, AND be aware that I might, one day, use some of the prompts myself. Here goes:

My prompts will Never include: Chan, age play, Daddy Kink, BDSM, DubCon, Rape, any mention of child abuse, teacher&student role play, or the kind of role play that treats & speaks to one person like they’re a bit of crap!

These rules might not make me popular, but they are the rules, regardless; I don’t want to see any of those warnings I’ve mentioned above, period. Never. Ever. Don’t use my prompts if you don’t like my stipulations. I don’t judge those who write those kinds of things – well, three quarters of them are writing and reading for therapy, just like me – like all of us- but, I have my own very good reasons for not wanting to read about that stuff, and not feeling as though I have the right to write it. Explicit N17 Intimate TLC Rating.

TOS or AOS Any Combination of the Triumvirate

A line for McCoy in a McKirk/Spones, or McSpirk fic:

(Always Gonna Be Slash!) thing: Please, credit the prompting back to me, AND be aware that I might, one day, use some of the prompts myself. Here goes:

My prompts will Never include: Chan, age play, Daddy Kink, BDSM, DubCon, Rape, any mention of child abuse, teacher&student role play, or the kind of role play that treats & speaks to one person like they’re a bit of crap!

These rules might not make me popular, but they are the rules, regardless; I don’t want to see any of those warnings I’ve mentioned above, period. Never. Ever. Don’t use my prompts if you don’t like my stipulations. I don’t judge those who write those kinds of things – well, three quarters of them are writing and reading for therapy, just like me – like all of us- but, I have my own very good reasons for not wanting to read about that stuff, and not feeling as though I have the right to write it.

Fics to be Spirk, McSpirk, Spones, or McKirk, TOS or AOS.

A line for McCoy (choices):

“Are we going to do this, Jim? For real? You and me?”

“Are we on the same page about this, Spock? This us thing?”

“Can we hold each other, please?”

“You two need to let yourselves get on with things! You can now, y’know! It’s allowed.”

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Lines for Kirk: (Choices:)

“Climb in, Bones. It’s okay; we promise you that.”

“One more thing I’m exhausted by, is ignoring what I want. You. I want you. I am craving having your arms around me. Can you hold me, please?”

“Can we just give in to this, please?”

“Let me hold you in my arms, and do my very best to make everything okay for your again; more than okay…”

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Lines for Spock: (Choices:)

“Jim; I can’t, because I do not know how. I want to, but I don’t know how to.”

“Let me help you, Doctor. Please, Len. I want to.”

“Can I, please, ask you (both) for your help?”

Author’s Note: This is a self-indulgent Mckirk surfing AU I wrote for fun. This fic has an almost exclusively Jewish cast of characters—Kirk, Bones, Spock, Uhura, and Chekov are all Jewish. Kirk and Chekov have both been consistently played by Jewish actors, so this isn’t my fanon interpretation of them. Spock of course is explicitly Jewish. I have a problem with the severe deficit of Jewish Star Trek fics, so this is my contribution to remedy that. Although the characters are young in parts of this fic, there are no underage sexual situations. 

Pairings: Kirk/McCoy, Spock/Uhura, Bones/Spock, Chekov/Scotty, other pairings that would be a spoiler to disclose 

Trigger warnings: homophobia, antisemitism, explicit depictions of depression, OCD, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts and attempts. 

Jim is sixteen when he formally meets McCoy, and it’s because McCoy steals a wave right out from under him like a jackass.

“Do you have eyes?” He yells at McCoy. “I was on the inside!”

“Sorry, man,” McCoy yells back, “You were so slow I figured you were asleep!”

Other times, though, Jim’s really into it. Too much so, maybe. Leonard knows just how to move, it drives Jim crazy. Arms and legs both wrapped around Leonard’s body, pulling him impossibly closer. And Jim’s close, so close; moans shamelessly loud. In excitement, he rolls them around to straddle Leonard’s hips instead, but he rolls just a little too far, a little too quick, and it just rolls them right off bed. They’re on the ground in a mess of tangled limbs and bed sheets, and Leonard groans in discomfort. “Damn it, Jim,” he cusses at him, but then laughs, and Jim does, too.

Jim’s lips are all over Leonard’s body. His chest, his thighs, his neck, his stomach. Even though they’ve only been separated a weekend or so, Jim’s clearly missed the other more than he anticipated. Leonard’s enjoying it, too, judging by the sounds he’s making, and the way nails drag over Jim’s naked back. “Captain Kirk, report to Bridge,” Spock’s voice rings over the intercom, and Jim visibly tenses, briefly, then leans down to kiss Leonard anyway. “Kirk to Bridge,” Spock urges, and Jim pushes himself off his boyfriend with a grunt. “What?” he snaps at the intercom after turning it on. “There’s a non-responsive vehicle heading towards us, Captain,” Spock says, with a hint of annoyance in his voice for being snapped at, “it requires your immediate attention.” Jim sighs, gritting out a quick: “understood”, and then he grabs his shirt off the floor. “Don’t stay up for me,” he tells Bones, fully knowing that the other will just follow him out to the Bridge, anyway.

Sex just hasn’t been happening for a while, and Jim’s getting a little antsy. Things get in the way, one of them’s already asleep when the other returns from their shift, or life in general just gets in the way. And then the night they do have off together, one of the engines responsible for the temperature regulation breaks down, and the entire Enterprise is warm. Too warm to fall asleep in, let alone get frisky. So Bones suggests a cool shower, which Jim readily accepts. Brilliant idea, in theory, until Jim slips over his own shower gel and hurts his tailbone, and that sets them back a couple days, too.

Luckily, though, sometimes it does happen when they least expect it. They’ve been bickering all day, Bones is visibly annoyed, Jim is no better. They don’t even sleep in the same bed so both of them think about their argument most of the night. Jim’s exhausted the next morning, still a little annoyed. And yet, there’s something about Bones coming into the conference room that morning. Disheveled hair, tired eyes, slight scruff on his cheeks. Jim wants to be mad, wants to scold the other publicly for his remarks the day before, hoping Spock would jump to his defense. But instead, Jim remains quiet, appreciating the look - and hating himself for doing so. Bones knows, though, and it looks like he’s no better. So after the morning meeting is over, and Jim gets up to leave, hands find his hips and Jim gets pressed against the wall; lips chasing his own. And as Bones’ hands tug at Jim’s pants, he knows he’s about to become a lot more acquainted with the desk in this stupid little office.