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FUCK*, MARRY, OR KILL
a game with a twist



You know the game: now, let’s dabble in a version that’s a little bit unusual.

how to play
○ Do the comment do.
○ Folks line up to say whether they would fuck* (*kiss, if your character's underage or you're not into R-rated dialogue), marry, or kill your guy.
○ Rinse. Repeat. ♾️

Comments

idk some kind of au where jim's been stuck in aos verse

[logicalities]

[ Spock sees the gold first, then the delta, then the face. He stops.

Abruptly, he spins on his heel and (attempts) to rapidly walk the opposite direction. ]

oh my god spock

[avide]

Wh-- Hey!

[ excuse u that's rude, spock. he has to jog to catch up, doing that stupid thing all jim kirks do when their own personal vulcan's on a mission, where they sort of dart around him like a puppy. ]

What the hell, Spock? Why are you avoiding me?

:)

[logicalities]

[ Despite Kirk jogging along at his side, he does not slow his pace in the slightest. ]

I do not intend to engage in this game with you.

[ IDK Q's doing it or something, that's why he's stuck here, in his own personal hell. ]

[avide]

H-- Look, hey, can you just-- [ jim catches at his sleeve, careful (for once) not to actually touch his hand or anything, and tugs, trying to slow him down or at least make him look at him. ]

It's not like I'm thrilled about it, either! Q's-- [ a half-glance back in the direction he came from, sighing gustily. ] --annoying. But this is less high-stakes than his usual nonsense, right? All you have to do is be honest. [ he darts in front of him, sidestepping to get in spock's way if he tries to pass him. ] Which, of course, Vulcans always are, right?

[ the loft of his eyebrow says he knows that's complete bullshit, but he's willing to go with it if it gets q to go the fuck away sooner than later. ]

[logicalities]

[ What has he done to deserve another Jim Kirk?

The tug at his sleeve does at least slow Spock's pace, if only because he needs to turn his head, stare very blankly at where Kirk's fingers catch his uniform, then, finally, come to a stop. When he finally looks up, his face is that special kind of blankness where he might (definitely is) contemplating the many and varied ways he could make someone's stay on the Enterprise miserable.

He won't, but he's contemplating it.

Also, he may be kind of pissy after that dig about Vulcans and lying. ]

Affirmative. [ So flat and sharp it could flay a man alive. But after a moment, he straightens his shoulders and folds his hands behind his back. If Kirk doesn't let go of him, that's not his problem. ] Very well, Lieutenant Commander. You may begin.

[ Okay, definitely pissy. ]

[avide]

[ he turns the doe eyes on and then cranks them up, releasing spock's sleeve obediently and then clapping his hands together in a gesture that's one part apology, one part prayer. he knows spock's pissy, but he's just going to have to live with how embarrassing this is until they get through it and q leaves. ]

Thank you. [ uh. yeah, okay, right, he guesses he's.. going first..

well, there's really only one answer that would fit. ] Uh, marry. Probably. [ tapping the reasons off on his fingers: ] You're brilliant, handsome, never boring, we're both interested in similar things, we'd be stationed together so it wouldn't be like leaving a spouse behind on some remote outpost every time one of us shipped out, and I like you. [ also he doesn't really do casual hook-ups, so. there you go.

a beat, then a squint up at the ceiling, as if expecting to hear q's bitchy voice, but there's nothing. just a vague and impatient air of expectation. ]

[logicalities]

[ Vulcans don't exactly do the whole deer in headlights look, but right now, Spock is giving it his best attempt. He stares at Kirk, held preternaturally still except for his eyes. He blinks. Blinks again. Blinks again.

Follows Kirk's gaze up to the ceiling, then looks back down and blinks at Kirk yet another time.

Finally, in that particular flat tone that means he wants to die on the spot, Spock declares: ]

I would engage with you in sexual congress.

[avide]

[ oh, spock seems.. pretty embarrassed. he gets it, he guesses. this is a stupid game at the best of times, and now they're being forced to play it to get rid of an omnipotent, basically omniscient entity.. at least for now.

he smiles, small and fond, even as his ears warm a little, and then he pauses to wait for q's heavy presence to leave.

ten second pass. fifteen. the silence grows more annoyed. jim glances back to spock again, crooked smile taking on that apologetic note again. ] .. I think you have to give me reasons why.

[logicalities]

[ Embarrassment is not quite the feeling. More accurate would be seething rage. Rage which Spock expresses by slowly, carefully flexing his fingers, then curling them into fists, then straightening them again. He gives Kirk a dead-eyed stare.

The Q-esque silence grows expectant. ]

If I must. [ Gritted out, his jaw clenched. But after another moment, he adds: ] Theoretically, it would be pleasing to utilize a sexual component in eliciting your compliance and recognition of your appropriate, subordinate station.

[ He really, really would like to die now. ]

[avide]

[ delighted peals of laughter echo around them, and jim's whole face goes pink. oh. ] Oh, uh, yeah, okay, that-- that's a reason. [ kind of a hot reason. like jim is terminally terrible at casual, almost always catches feelings for the (few) people he goes to bed with (and then usually gets his heart broken), but you know, that's pretty.. fascinating. to borrow spock's favorite word. ]

Oh, Spock, [ q's voice rings out, and a moment later, he's right there at jim's side, reaching with both hands to frame the human's face and turn it toward the vulcan. ] Is this what humans call "cute aggression"? [ jim sputters, elbowing the entity as hard as he can. it doesn't do shit, but at least it satisfies jim's urge to fight q in a parking lot.

with his other hand, he tries to push the hands away from his face, turning his pleading look on q. ] Come on, Q, haven't we played nicely? Pleeaaase go harass some other corner of the galaxy?