It’s All Coming Back to Me Now (Spock x Female Reader)

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Word count: 1,067

A/N: this takes place after Spock returns to the Enterprise after coming back to life. Reader is his wife, and is exhausted from trying to help him remember their life together, and contemplates divorce. I have 2 versions, one where Spock is more calm to the news, and one where he is slightly more confrontational(no violence don’t worry).

T/W: slight smut at the end, 18+

Y/n: My heart was conflicted at the thought of divorcing my husband. On the one hand, I wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of him not remembering our life together. However, on the other hand, I was devastated to lose my T’hy’la. I knew that I was being illogical and letting my human emotions get the best of me, but I was tired of crying. I cried when Spock died, I cried when he came back, and I cried when I showed him our family photo album.

Suddenly, the doorbell to our quarters chimes. “Come in,” I say.

Spock walks in. “Hello, wife,” he says, voice monotone, almost sad.

I reply simply, “hello, Spock.”

He sits down on a chair across from me. “I have overheard that you have been thinking of a koon’ut’kal’if’fee. May I ask why?” He asks.

I swallow hard. How can I tell him my reasoning without upsetting him? Even though he was still half Vulcan and half human, his human side was more dominant since he was resurrected. “Honestly, Spock, I’ve just been struggling with this. I know you can’t help that you can’t remember anything, but I’m having a really hard time telling you all of our memories. I know I should be grateful that you are alive, which I am, but I’m just having a hard time accepting things how they are. I-I’m sorry.” Tears well up in my eyes.

His expression softens. “Please, do not be sorry for how you feel. If this is really what you want, I can get in touch with the Vulcan council tomorrow. I just want you to be happy.”

Happy… that broke me. Would this really make me happy? At the current moment, I can neither live with or without Spock. “C-can I have some time to think before we make any decisions?” I ask.

“Of course. I would not want to make a decision unless you are certain,” Spock simply replies.

“Good.” I throw on my jacket. “I’ll probably be out late, so don’t wait up for me.” Maybe I can clear my mind on the observation deck.

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Spock: Y/n was right in saying she would be out late. At around 22:00, I decide to head to bed. Yes, I was saddened by the possibility of divorce, for I had gotten used to having her around. Wether or not I had any previous memory of her, I still found her very pretty and kind.

Sleep comes easy at first, but then becomes littered with vivid dreams. The first dream, y/n and I are stuck on a foreign planet, and are forced to share a sleeping bag to keep warm. Her small body fitting like a puzzle piece against my chest.

In the next dream, I’m experiencing Pon Farr. Y/n mates- makes love- with me, giving me her virginity. I am filled with an excitement and love I have never felt. Y/n looking like a beautiful goddess, I wish this dream would continue.

Finally, a bitter dream fills me. Y/n is pounding on a glass wall, crying and repeating my name. I soon realize this is my death, risking my life so that everyone aboard the Enterprise would be safe.

“I remember!” I wake up in a gasp. I had not just experienced dreams, but in fact, memories. Y/n, she is not only my wife, but my Ashayem. It’s all coming back to me now.

I jump out of bed, and run to y/n’s room. I knock on her door and wait. After a moment of no response I knock again. The door opens, revealing a sleepy y/n.

Y/n: “Spock, it’s four in the morning. What do you want?” I ask, rubbing sleep from my eye.

“Ashayem, sit with me,” he says, leading me to the bed.

I obey, and sit on the bed, asking, “ what’s this about?”

“I remember,” Spock says.

“Remember what?” I ask.

“Ashayem, I remember everything,” he states. His voice sounding more like his old self.

Could it be true? Could I really have my husband, my logical, Vulcan dominant husband back?

“Okay, what names did we have picked out when we decided to have children?” I test him.

“We decided on T’Ral, if we had a son,” he begins. For a daughter we agreed on Sh’vha.”

“Alright,” I breathe. “Where were we the first time we made love?”

I could see the slightest smirk on his face, the first smirk I’ve seen since before he died. “We we’re on Vulcan, of course. I was experiencing Pon Farr. I risked death or you risked losing me to my betrothed if we did not mate. You were willing to give me your virginity and be my bride just so that I wouldn’t die. For that I am forever grateful… no matter how illogical it is for me to feel such way.”

“Oh Spock!” I hug his neck. “You really are back!” A tear falls from my cheek. “Oh, T’hy’la!”

Spock: I gaze deep into her eyes, and I allow myself some vulnerability. “Oh, Ashayem,” I take her hand in mine, with a passionate Vulcan kiss. I have longed for her touch for too long. Y/n leans in to share a human kiss, that is just as passionate. The combination of both kisses fills me with a deep longing. It had been a long time since y/n and I had been intimate, and I could tell she was longing for me just the same.

Y/n undresses for me, and I do the same for her.

“Are you ready for me, Ashayem?” I ask, climbing on top of her.

She nods, “ just as ready as the first time we made love.” She smiles and kisses me.

I slide inside her, knowing that she will always be my beautiful bride, my Ashayem.

We share the most passionate night of love making we have ever experienced, when we are interrupted by our alarms going off.

Y/n gasps, “I forgot I had duty today!”

“Do not worry, Ashayem. You get cleaned up, and I’ll tell the captain you cannot make it today, and I shall spend the morning cuddling with you, just like we used to,” I reply.

She kisses me once more. “You’re the best Vulcan husband a woman could have.”

“And I suppose I must be the happiest Vulcan alive,” I reply, hooking my fingers with hers.

Bodyswap AU

[Zippers work both ways. Could we use it to close the improbability field back inside the fold?] -Potentially. If we combined shield harmonics with the Heisenberg compensator. You would have to connect both to the deflector array and generate a beam.

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This bitch is cute fuck all of u

Practicing drawing these weird little space guys (with my new favourite brush (it's quite fun)

"To coin a phrase, fascinating."

MCCOY PLEASE JUST ADMIT YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH SPOCK

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One thing I've learned about being a human on Vulcan is how to suppress my own pain.

Christina Chong and Ethan Peck + being adorable dorks at Dragon Con 2023 (x, x, x)

Hold On Spock x Reader update!!

I’m finally getting back to my 3 part Hold on story. I am currently rewriting part 2, to hopefully make it a little bit longer, and after that, hopefully I can get to part 3 Aka the finale!

🌟Finally completed the "Mamonas but furry" drawing :D. But I still have no idea how do I start explaining this, sorry not sorry 🌟 . .

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mr tuvok youre beefcake arms sir ....

Saving Spock’s Eyebrows

Y/N is in there for a bit, but Spirk is kinda the star of the show here.

Inspired by this pin

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word count: 2,121

The words “OH MY GOD!!! I AM SO SORRY, SPOCK!!!!” ringing through the engineering deck, were simultaneously terrifying and sort of hilarious. Despite their previous engagements, every engineer came running, mostly because the words were preceded several seconds by a loud clang and what sounded like an engine blowing up. Sure they all cared about Spock too, but the reason the Enterprise still flies is because there's a whole crew of people who consider this ship their wife/baby. In mere moments Y/N and Spock were surrounded by a sea of redshirts and a chorus of, “What the hell happened?!?!” and , “What did you do to the ship?!?!” but it all stopped when Spock and Y/N turned to face them all. “Mhm,” Y/N cleared their throat and blushed, “Mr. Spock was just supervising my rerouting of the iron gluon centrifuges, when I hit my head trying to answer one of his questions,” Y/N explained shamefully, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. The surrounding crew burst into fits of stitch ripping laughter, “What, may I ask is so funny?” Spock inquired. Scotty spoke up over the crew men’s raucous laughter, “Ye laddies, ‘ave no eyebrows!” He shouted the information from somewhere within the crowd, Y/N instantly went to feel their face. Much to their own horror, Y/N found that Scotty wasn’t lying, the look of terror subsided for a moment when they realised that Scotty said neither of them had eyebrows. Y/N slowly looked over to spock, who was clearly raising his now nonexistent eyebrows. They did their damnedest not to laugh at him as they said, “He’s right!” Spock's lip curled slightly upward in a slight smile, “It would seem so,” He stated in an amused voice that very few would actually recognise as amused. They were both ordered to go down to medbay by Scotty, who insisted it was “Because you may have been affected by the combustion in some way we can’t see,” but Y/N was fairly certain that Scotty just wanted to give everyone between here and the medbay a good laugh. “What the hell happened to you!” McCoy shot through fits of laughter as they both walked into the room. “Engineering accident,” Y/N stated without hesitation or humour. They didn’t even bother staying and instead went down to the bridge to get it over with. Upon stepping off of the turbo lift and entering the bridge, Kirk turned around and was about to say something, but it dissipated into hearty laughter. Once his laughter stopped, Jim looked genuinely concerned, getting up to wrap his arms around Spock, “Are you okay, Sweetheart?” He asked Spock, still trying not to laugh as he placed a kiss where Spock’s eyebrow had been. “I’m quite fine, I assure you,” Spock informed with a light green blush painted over his face. Jim’s face lit up with unmistakable mischief, “I could help, you know!” He exclaimed in complete and earnest glee. “Help with what, might I ask?” Spock asked with an attempted brow raise. “Put your eyebrows back,” Kirk replied as though his meaning were a given, “I don’t believe that will be necessary,” Spock nodded curtly. “No, no, please!” Jim pleaded desperately, “I promise, I can’t make it worse!” Jim reasoned. “He’s got you there,” Y/N pointed out with a chuckle, “You already have no eyebrows, what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/N asked innocently.

-Famous last words-

The next morning Spock came down to the officers’ mess with orange eyebrows, one of which must have been placed a solid quarter of an inch higher than the other, giving him a permanent look of concern. “Oh god!” Y/N howled from beside Scotty, “How did this happen?!?” Y/N asked as Scotty laughed loud enough to almost cover the question. “I believe the captain called them Crayola markers,” Spock said and raised an eyebrow, making it now level with the other one. “Don't be so surprised!” Scotty bellowed as Spock sat down across from the two of you. Spock was shortly followed by Jim, “Ah, and I assume that this is our own aspiring Picasso,” Y/N jeered as he took his seat next to spock. “At least his masterpiece is washable,” Scotty commented as he took in a drink of water.

-Mission Save The Vulcan Brows (so deemed by the captain himself) Day 2-

“Uhura, can I borrow your makeup?” Kirk asked her, “Still trying to fix his brows?” Uhura asked as casually as she could possibly manage, but some of her intense curiosity peaked through the facade. “Yeah,” He admitted sheepishly, “At least you’re using stuff meant for his face this time,” She sighed and handed him her makeup bag. “Thanks Uhura, you’re a lifesaver!” Kirk exclaimed as he ran off, “No, just a protector of brows everywhere!” She called after him. “Spock!” Jim called him from the nearest comm he could find, “Yes, captain?” The question came in slightly fuzzy, “I have the next solution! Meet me in my quarters,” Jim playfully ordered. “Alright, Jim, I believe I’m ready to know what your plan is,” Spock said, trying not to smile too much. “This!” Jim explained, without really explaining anything as he dumped Uhura’s makeup bag out onto his bed. “Do you know what any of these things are for?” Spock inquired, concern seeping into his tone as he scanned the alarming number of products scattered around the bed. “Not exactly, but we’ll learn together!” Jim exclaimed in such a way that Spock really couldn’t say no to this. “Let’s try this!” Jim said, holding up a flat and angled makeup brush that he thought looked perfect for recreating the generally very sharp shape of Spock’s brows. He dug around the products a little longer before coming to a colour palette that had a shade of black that Jim thought to be at least somewhat similar to his hair colour. “Okay, this looks like it’ll work,” Jim said more to himself than his boyfriend as he climbed into Spock’s lap to begin doing his makeup. “Hold still,” Kirk told Spock in a hushed tone as he dipped the brush generously into the black pigment. He started with drawing the inner end of the left brow, and tried pulling the colour out to create the bottom of the brow, which he tried to do evenly three times before he gave up because the brow had already become substantially thicker than he meant it to be. Moving to do the right brow, he took a different approach, pinching Spock’s face a little bit to feel where his brow usually sat and just filling in that space instead. While Jim’s theory for the right brow seemed like a good idea, the result was an alright looking human eyebrow, which did not at all match the incredibly dense looking Vulcan brow he had drawn on the left side of Spock’s forehead. Jim’s face fell as he scrutinised his work, “What is it, Jim?” Spock asked, raising an eyebrow (The one that at least looked kinda Vulcan), “I think I’ve done it wrong,” Kirk in a downtrodden tone. “I’m sure you did fine,” Spock assured, giving Jim’s hand a gentle kiss. Jim nervously handed Spock the compact mirror from Uhura’s things, Spock opened it and looked at himself in the small mirror. He laughed, “It’s fine,” Spock told Jim with a kiss on the lips, “Are you sure, I could try it again,” Jim offered, “No, it’s fine, I have duties to attend to at the moment,” Spock assured and informed. “Okay,” Jim conceded and slipped out of Spock’s lap to let him go. Spock walked out of Kirk’s quarters and the first person who saw him was Bones, “Oh my, thank god!” Bones smiled as he looked up as if actually blessed by god himself. “Your human half is showing!” Bones said with glee as he wiggled his eyebrows.

-Mission Save The Vulcan Brows, Day 3 (alternately titled: Trimming Tribbles)

To Jim there was exactly one good thing that came from being infested with Tribbles- their hair. Nobody has any clue how, but Jim managed to get one to stop reproducing and hold still long enough to trim it. Turns out those little things have so much fur for a reason, they’re real disturbing buggers underneath all that hair. Running to Spock’s quarters, Jim was now holding a plastic bag full of Tribble fur, with a new idea in mind. He punched the code into the keypad on Spock’s quarters, barging into the room, Spock looked up from his book. It was still so strange for Jim to see him without any eyebrows, he didn’t think it would make that much of a difference, but it did. “Another plan, Captain?” Spock asked teasingly, “In fact, I have!” Kirk replied, rather pleased with himself as he held up the tribble hair. At this point Spock just let the pieces fall where they may because Jim seemed to be having a good time with the whole thing. “Alright,” Spock agreed and stood from his chair to move to his bed. Much like before, Jim climbed into Spock’s lap, but this time he pulled a small bottle of glue out of the bag. Spock tried not to show it, but with the addition of glue the stakes seemed rather high and he was growing concerned at the prospect of whatever might happen. Jim unscrewed the top of the glue and used applicator inside to paint far too much glue on the spaces where Spock's eyebrows usually resided. Jim put the lid back on the glue and began to carefully press the fur to Spock's face, this process didn't take him nearly as long as trying to draw them on. When Jim was done he pulled back just a few inches to see the entirety of his work. His eyebrows furrowed together and the colour drained from his face as he saw his work in full. His eyes widened as he realised something more, "I uh, don't actually know how to remove this," Jim choked on his words as tears began to prick the corners of his eyes. "Oh, no, no, no, T'hy'la," Spock cooed, "I'm sure it's alright, I really don't care what it looks like. Did you have fun?" Spock prompted, Jim chuckled quietly as Spock swept the tears away from his face. "Alright," Spock sighed, in a joking manner, "Show me the damage," He requested and Jim walked him to the bathroom mirror. Spock took one look in the mirror and started to laugh, and not just a little bit either, but full body shaking as he doubled over and white knuckled the edge of the sink. "It's not that bad, is it?" Jim asked, "No, just a bit surprising," Spock informed as he straightened up to look at himself in the mirror again, his newly installed eyebrows were altogether the wrong colour, and the hairs were far too long. "Perhaps," Spock began, making eye contact with Jim through the mirror, "This ought to be the end of your mission, captain," Spock suggested, "I guess," Jim agreed. It took Spock many, many more showers to finish washing all the Tribble fur off of his face.

-Project Shine-

"Y/N!" Jim quietly pestered them during lunch. "Yes, Jim?" They acknowledged through a bite of their sandwich. "Have you got any rhinestones?!?" Jim asked with a glimmer in his eyes. "Yes, why?" Y/N asked, not particularly inclined to hand them over to the suspicious captain. Jim just wiggled his eyebrows and winked, Y/N got the message, "ah, they're all yours," they responded. After lunch Y/N delivered blue Rhine stones and makeup glue directly to Jim's quarter and found, unsurprisingly, that Spock was there too. "Special delivery," Y/N announced when Jim answered the door. "Come in, come in!" He ushered them through the door. "Spock" Jim sing songed, "Yes, Jim?" Spock asked from where he sat on the couch. "Just one more?" Jim pleaded, "Fine, but please only one more," Spock bargained, "Just one more!" Jim instantly agreed at the hint of getting his way. Spock moved to sit at the table with Jim and Y/N. "Here," Jim started, "You get the left brow while I get the right one," Jim directed Y/N.

Not five minutes later they had finished the job, and were quite proud of themselves too. This had been Spock's best set of replacement eyebrows yet. "Best to end the mission on a high note," Y/N commented as they looked over Spock's new and shiny brows.

Bonus scene: Spock was walking down the hall when, "I knew you had a little sugar in the tank, but I think this is a bit much for you," Bones commented.

Here, have some doodles I did while writing this.

This is some peak spirk right here

There are many weird things in that first pilot of TOS. But nothing weirder than seeing Spock smiling from ear to ear at some freaking blue plants...