Unironically
Title: Unironically~
Author: teethe
Rating: PG
Pairings: Chekov/Sulu
Word Count: 600+
Summary:Chekov and Sulu are catty little hipsters
Author's notes:This is short and cracky. Based on the prompt of this picture
“Those glasses are so not even prescription,” Chekov said, staring pointedly at Jim Kirk.
Jim Kirk, looking all smug and stylish in his new glasses. It wasn't fair. Chekov had been eying the same ones in the store a few days ago.
Sulu didn't seem too bothered, listening to his iPod rather than paying attention to Chekov. So Chekov continued the conversation without him. “I'm going to ask McCoy. He'll know if he really needs glasses. Would it be weird if I asked McCoy?”
He turned to Sulu, noting that he was looking good today too. Was that cardigan new? American Apparel, Charcoal unisex, no pockets. One button done up; casually telling the world he cared about his appearance, but not too much.
Chekov didn't do American Apparel. Not that he looked down on those who did, not at all. He wasn't better than them because he went for real style, vintage, you know? His faux-leather jacket, long, wrap around scarf, and fedora? Yeah, all thrifted. Not that he was going to brag.
But if he was going to brag, it would be about he was the most awesomely eco-conscious and shit.
Suddenly something caught Sulu's attention; he pulled out one earbud, not bothering to turn off his music. “Leggings are not pants.”
His glare was focused ahead of them. Spock and Uhura were passing by.
“I don't really... I mean... Leggings aren't always so bad. She has good legs. But what is Spock wearing? Those pants.”
“Ugh, I know, I see what he's going for, but no. Just no.” Sulu shook his head pityingly, sorry to see bad plaid happen to good people. At least the skinny tie was working in Spock's favor, because he needed it.
“What are you listening to anyway?” Chekov could see Sulu mouthing the words to something out of the corner of his eyes.
Sulu didn't answer, quickly flicking to the next song on his iPod.
“No! What were you listening to? Is it that embarrassing? Tell me.” Chekov pouted in the way that usually got him whatever he asked for. He grabbed one headphone out of Sulu's ear, to listen himself. “Wait who is this?”
“Man Man,” Sulu answered, grinning, happily changing the topic away from whatever embarrassing song he might have hidden on his playlist. “They're like... Tom Waits meets the Unicorns.”
Chekov sat quietly, half-listening, waiting for Sulu to drop his guard. Carefully watching to see his hand loosening on his mp3 player.
Chekov made a successful grab for it, flicking back to the previous track.
My dick cost a late night fee
Your dick straight got the HIV
“Let's turn this off and never talk about it again,” Sulu said, narrowing his eyes.
My dick bigger than a bridge
Your dick looks like a little kid's
Chekov's smile quickly turned into a shit-eating grin. “Are you seriously listening to this song? Like, unironically?”
“Oh my god, did you seriously just use 'unironically' unironically?”
“Your Fleet Foxes poster is tacky,” Chekov blurted.
“Wait. What? You said you loved the Fleet Foxes.” Sulu looked kind of offended.
“Like two years ago.” Chekov rolled his eyes.
“Well aren't you hip.” Chekov tried not to flinch under Sulu's disapproving gaze. “You cried watching 27 Dresses. You watched 27 Dresses.”
Chekov opened his mouth and then closed it again, aware he was looking like an idiot, wondering how Sulu even knew that. Unless maybe that time he was really drunk, and in a sharing mood...
“Spock listens to ABBA.”
“Non sequitur much?” Sulu was smiling again though. “Really?”
“I swear.” Chekov couldn't help but smile back. “Truce?”
“Yes please.” The corners of Sulu's eyes wrinkled when he smiled in a way Chekov found just a little irresistible. “Let's go back to my room, and turn on some Joanna Newsom, and cuddle.”
“How are you so perfect?”
Author: teethe
Rating: PG
Pairings: Chekov/Sulu
Word Count: 600+
Summary:Chekov and Sulu are catty little hipsters
Author's notes:This is short and cracky. Based on the prompt of this picture
“Those glasses are so not even prescription,” Chekov said, staring pointedly at Jim Kirk.
Jim Kirk, looking all smug and stylish in his new glasses. It wasn't fair. Chekov had been eying the same ones in the store a few days ago.
Sulu didn't seem too bothered, listening to his iPod rather than paying attention to Chekov. So Chekov continued the conversation without him. “I'm going to ask McCoy. He'll know if he really needs glasses. Would it be weird if I asked McCoy?”
He turned to Sulu, noting that he was looking good today too. Was that cardigan new? American Apparel, Charcoal unisex, no pockets. One button done up; casually telling the world he cared about his appearance, but not too much.
Chekov didn't do American Apparel. Not that he looked down on those who did, not at all. He wasn't better than them because he went for real style, vintage, you know? His faux-leather jacket, long, wrap around scarf, and fedora? Yeah, all thrifted. Not that he was going to brag.
But if he was going to brag, it would be about he was the most awesomely eco-conscious and shit.
Suddenly something caught Sulu's attention; he pulled out one earbud, not bothering to turn off his music. “Leggings are not pants.”
His glare was focused ahead of them. Spock and Uhura were passing by.
“I don't really... I mean... Leggings aren't always so bad. She has good legs. But what is Spock wearing? Those pants.”
“Ugh, I know, I see what he's going for, but no. Just no.” Sulu shook his head pityingly, sorry to see bad plaid happen to good people. At least the skinny tie was working in Spock's favor, because he needed it.
“What are you listening to anyway?” Chekov could see Sulu mouthing the words to something out of the corner of his eyes.
Sulu didn't answer, quickly flicking to the next song on his iPod.
“No! What were you listening to? Is it that embarrassing? Tell me.” Chekov pouted in the way that usually got him whatever he asked for. He grabbed one headphone out of Sulu's ear, to listen himself. “Wait who is this?”
“Man Man,” Sulu answered, grinning, happily changing the topic away from whatever embarrassing song he might have hidden on his playlist. “They're like... Tom Waits meets the Unicorns.”
Chekov sat quietly, half-listening, waiting for Sulu to drop his guard. Carefully watching to see his hand loosening on his mp3 player.
Chekov made a successful grab for it, flicking back to the previous track.
My dick cost a late night fee
Your dick straight got the HIV
“Let's turn this off and never talk about it again,” Sulu said, narrowing his eyes.
My dick bigger than a bridge
Your dick looks like a little kid's
Chekov's smile quickly turned into a shit-eating grin. “Are you seriously listening to this song? Like, unironically?”
“Oh my god, did you seriously just use 'unironically' unironically?”
“Your Fleet Foxes poster is tacky,” Chekov blurted.
“Wait. What? You said you loved the Fleet Foxes.” Sulu looked kind of offended.
“Like two years ago.” Chekov rolled his eyes.
“Well aren't you hip.” Chekov tried not to flinch under Sulu's disapproving gaze. “You cried watching 27 Dresses. You watched 27 Dresses.”
Chekov opened his mouth and then closed it again, aware he was looking like an idiot, wondering how Sulu even knew that. Unless maybe that time he was really drunk, and in a sharing mood...
“Spock listens to ABBA.”
“Non sequitur much?” Sulu was smiling again though. “Really?”
“I swear.” Chekov couldn't help but smile back. “Truce?”
“Yes please.” The corners of Sulu's eyes wrinkled when he smiled in a way Chekov found just a little irresistible. “Let's go back to my room, and turn on some Joanna Newsom, and cuddle.”
“How are you so perfect?”