#kid!verse

Episode subplots entail the kids trying to play matchmakers.

Kirk keeps aquiring new children from his wilder past

Spock has two adopted children, one full Vulcan, one full Human, but is open to adding more to his little family

Scotty has a whole group of kids he co-parents with Uhura

McCoy has his little girl

Sulu has his daughter, plus a handful of orphans he bonded with over the course of their travels

"You're right 'bout that, kid, we are pretty cool. If you wanna learn how to be a real cowboy I can take you under my wing. Show you the ropes as they say."

"What's this I hear 'bout a kid that wants to be adopted by a cowboy?"

[[ @duncancully ]]

A year. That was all. It had only been a year since Justin’s mother had walked out on him - a year to the day, in fact, and here he was, in his new home. Not that he had ever really had a home, but it had been close, with his mother around. He had known it was only a matter of time until his father got tired of him, however, and now here he was with... well, he wasn’t sure who with.

His large blue eyes were wide as he looked round the room, so much larger than his old one, with the bed looking so warm and inviting. On the bed was the one cardboard box he had taken with him, a box full of his brother’s hand-me-down clothes. On top of the clothes sat a plastic dinosaur, chipped and beaten and broken just like Justin himself, that the redhead treasured more than anything.

“ ‘scuse me, Mister... But... Why you got all them patterns on your arm?”

He’d been plucking up the courage for a good ten minutes to approach the giant man. Dark eyes wide as they scanned the tattoos trailing all the way up his arm and disappearing under his shirt. 

Tyler had seen people with tattoos before, but never anything quite like this. Nothing so intricate and bold. And so to his child mind, logic dictated that this must be something very different.

hi jack.

they said i can write you a letter before you move if i use a computer and not something sharp.

i’m sorry if i got you in trouble. 

i know your dad said you can’t see me anymore and i don’t know where you’re moving but we can when we’re grown up and they can’t tell us what to do. a long time though so they forget. is 20 years ok? come back to the old school in 20 years and i’ll be there. i promise 

and i’ll bring you flowers which are dumb and girly but i know you like them. plus, we can get married as grown ups and then we’ll always be in the same house.

don’t be a wimp at your new school or you’ll embarass me. go beat up the biggest kid there and everyone will be afraid and listen to you.

i love you jack

p.s. don’t be such a pussy anymore seriously. like were you ever in detention once? do something cool for me. don’t do your homework. wash your mom’s mersa mersede car with rocks.

p.p.s.s. we’ll meet on your birthday. it’s august 17. i remembered

extra p.s. i won’t come back. so you can have another boyfriend. or girlfriend. it’s ok.