#vulcaniac

i live there !

she sounds lovely tbh  and i hope you two get to talk more often!! :) i’m rooting for you bb you woo her you do it

iLY BRO

han traveling with r2d2 and chewie and rey on the falcon to luke's island. so luke can feel him on the borders of the island, cause han told rey he would stay behind for now with the falcon and everyone else, and luke is sO RELIEVED AND TERRIFIED TO BE SO CLOSE TO HIM AGAIN. CAUSE IT’S BEEN YEARS AND YEARS AND FUCKING YEARS

HAN IS LIKE “HE DOESNT EVEN WANNA SEE ME, CHEWIE. NO, IM NOT GOING UP THERE” AND CHEWIE IS LIKE m8 GET UR FUCKING ASS UP THERE WHEN REY GETS BACK

oh god so they're face to face right omg and after the awkward long silence han puts on a semi-cocky smile and says “i thought you said somethin' about not growing a beard”

beCAUSE HAN CANT HELP IT. HE CANT HELP FEELING ALL GOOFY AROUND LUKE. TRYING TO GET THE KID TO SMILE OR GET FLUSTERED AND LUKE LOOKS SO GREY AND WEATHERED AND SOLEMN. HAN KNOWS HE DOESNT LOOK YOUNG AND SPRY EITHER

Pavel watched the people around the grey slab from a distance. He should be up there, with them, but he just couldn’t bring himself to read the name aloud, not with everyone around. 19 year old’s eyes focused again as he noticed a figure walking towards him. It was Hikaru, Pavel’s best friend since they’d first met in the Academy. The pilot silently wrapped his arms around the young navigator, staring ahead. Hikaru knew from past experience that talking didn’t help Pavel, he needed to just be able to take his rage out on something. His quarters were filled with small, inexpensive, breakables just for that purpose. The best thing Hikaru could do to help, he knew, was this; just sit with the ensign.

After almost an hour, after nearly everyone was gone, Jim slowly walked away from the headstone, not bothering to wipe his red, puffy eyes. He walked right past Pavel, staring at the muddy ground. Pavel then made his way up to the stone. It was so similar to all the others in this huge field, but for Pavel, and the crew of the Enterprise, it was heartbreakingly different. 'Leonard McCoy,' the engraving read, '2227 – 2260.' Chekov lowered himself to his knees to be at ‘eye level’ with the words, not caring about the mud, staining his trousers. 'A caring friend, father, and partner.' Pavel choked back a sob at that part. Leonard had been more than just Pavel’s partner. He had been the boy’s everything. 'Died how he lived – saving lives.' Chekov placed the marigolds – they’d always been Len’s favourite, they reminded him of Joanna – gently before the tombstone with his right hand, while his left slipped into his suit pocket. From it, he pulled a tiny, black velvet box.

“Lyona,” he said, voice catching. “I love you. I have since we first met, and I will forever more. This isn’t exactly how I planned to say this,” he managed a small smile, though it came out more like a grimace, “but here goes anyway. You mean more to me than anything. I would give everything just to have you with me forever. I don’t care that I’m a ‘kid’, I need you. I’m not sure what I’ll do when you-” he stopped, took a deep, shaky breath, and corrected himself, “now that, you’re dead. But I know I’ll keep going, for you. Just… I want you to know, Len,” he flipped open the box, the ring inside sparkling even under the grey sky, “that you’re what keeps me going. I love you, and I miss you.” He placed the box on the grave beside the flowers.

“You better give me your answer when I come up there,” he sniffed, half laughing.

  18 years later

“doodled”