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Two Hearts, Eight Words
Plot: Though not entirely versed on the traditions of Valentines Day, Spock does know it often includes two things. A gift, and a confession.
Pairing: Spock x Gn!Reader (short-term established relationship)
Requests: "I think I am in love with you." + Him not understanding it but going like “It’s custom for your species to do something on this specified date so I got this for you”
Requested By: @anonymousewrites and @oneshortstack
Warnings: I tried to be neutral with the gift he gives the reader, but if bracelets aren't your thing I'm sorry!~ Use of Y/n once or twice. A mention of "drinks" but no alcohol is mentioned specifically. Kissing towards the end.
Words: 1.1k
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Spock stood outside your quarters for a few moments as he rehearsed what he was going to say in his head. It was not often he felt nervous, but you often tended to bring it out in him, even after you had entered into a relationship.
Finally making his presence known, he waited patiently for you to open the door. As it slid open, revealing you, he felt his heart jolt when you grinned at him.
"Hello Spock."
He bowed his head sligthly "Y/n." Looking past you to make sure you were alone he met your eyes again "May I come in?"
"Of course." You said as you stepped aside.
As you watched Spock walk into your room, you noted he seemed a bit more stiff than usual. Turning to face you, his face was more stern as well.
"Is everything alright?"
"Everything is fine, I'm not disturbing your work am I?"
You shook your head "You never do Spock."
A small smile seemed to cross his face momentarily before he spoke "I believe, back on Earth it is the holiday Valentines Day."
As he said this, you felt your heart jolt a little, you had realized this, but you did not expect anything since Spock was often not aware of human holidays.
"Yes, it is."
"You seem surprised I know that."
You chuckled softly "Well I wasn't sure you'd ever really heard about it."
He quirked his brow "These past few days it has been impossible to escape it. I've heard most of the human crew members discussing it. Though, I did also now about it beforehand."
"If you are worried I'm expecting something, you don't have to do anything." You said with a reassuring smile, not knowing if he cared to celebrate at all.
He quirked his head slightly "In the past when Vulcan holidays or traditions are common, you often go out of your way to help me celebrate them. I wish to do the same for you. For Valentines Day, it’s custom for human to do something on this specified date, so I got this for you”
You watched as he pulled something from behind his back, a thin rectangular box held closed with a ribbon
"Oh." You took it gently as he handed it to you, your breath caught in your throat for a moment. "Thank you Spock."
Opening the box, you revealed a delicate bracelet with a beautiful orange stone.
Spock saw your face light up and could tell you liked it. "It was made on Vulcan, I thought you might appreciate it's beauty and craftsmanship."
"It's amazing Spock, thank you." You grinned at him as you took it out of the box.
Spock stepped forward, taking the bracelet from you as he gently held up your wrist with his other had. You smiled as he placed it around your wrist himself. When he was done, he locked eyes with you and smiled.
Stepping forward, you pressed a kiss to his cheek "Thank you."
"You are welcome Y/n." He said softly, his voice sending a light shiver up your spine. "I hope you are also free for dinner, I wish to dine with you as well."
You smiled and nodded "I'd love that too."
"Our usual time?"
You nodded "Yes."
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A few hours later, after Spock had left you and gone back to his station, you finished your work, all the while, anticipating your dinner with him.
You decided last minute to get him flowers. You were not sure what he would really think of them, but you hoped he would appreciate the gesture. Especially since he decided to do something for you.
Heading towards his quarters, flowers in hand, you received some amused and knowing looks from other crew members, as well as a cheesy joke from Erica.
As you stood outside his door, your eyes cast down at the bracelet you had put back on. You smiled as your heart fluttered in your chest.
When the door slid open, revealing Spock, you grinned at him as you handed him the flowers.
"These are for you."
Spock looked at the flowers as he took them, blinking a few times before you saw his lip quirk. As he looked back into his quarters, you followed his line of sight, spotting flowers sitting on the table.
"We seemed to have the same idea."
You grinned as he gestured for you to come inside. Walking over to the bouquet of lilies he got you, you smiled before you looked at him again "Thank you, they're beautiful."
"And thank you. I have never received flowers as a gift." He said as he stared down at the orchids you got him.
You felt a blush crawl across your cheeks, but amusement lined your face.
"That's a shame, everyone should at least once."
He met your eyes and hummed lightly, as if thinking about your comment. Turning he looked over to the dining table wear he had prepared dinner. "Shall we eat?"
You nodded and smiled as you followed him to the table.
Once you had finished eating, you sat on the floor side by side, drinks on the table as you talked. Spock, who held your hand in his, gently caressed his thumb over your skin. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly as if thinking over his words carefully.
"If I am correct, it is often that on Valentines Day, people confess their feelings to others."
You nodded "Yes, it's how many first dates happen and its the beginning of a lot of relationships too."
"We are already in a relationship."
You giggled softly "Yes, we are."
"Yet I still wish to tell you."
You tilted your head as you eyed him, your ears burning a little. "Tell me what?"
His eyes finally left your hand and met yours. He stared at you in silence for a moment before he spoke, his voice deep, but soft "I think I am in love with you."
You felt your heartbeat pick up as your breath caught in your throat for a moment. Your ears and neck burned as your chest tightened.
"And are you okay with that?" You spoke slowly, somewhat weary of his answer
Slowly a smile spread across his face "Yes, I am."
A smile crossed your face as well as you let out a soft breath "That's good, because I think I'm in love with you too."
Spock's head tilted a bit as he lifted his hand, gently caressing your cheek before he placed his fingers under your chin. Leaning towards each other, your lips touched softly as you kissed. Pulling away for a second, you kissed again deeper and longer this time.
Pulling away after a few more moments, your eyes locked as you smiled at him "Thank you for celebrating Valentines Day with me."
"Thank you for allowing me to share it with you." He replied smoothly before he pulled you in for another kiss.
xx End xx
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𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑒 (𝑆𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)
"I'm sorry... This is all my fault I should've payed more attention I should have... I don't know I just wish-"
"There is nothing you could have done to change this. It is not your fault." Spock calmy states.
You begin to notice the slight shiver in his voice, and the growing green tint to his skin that's increasing along side the dropping temperature. It really concerns you. The cold must be getting to him. Gods, all of this because of a shuttle crash. The two of you were luckily this planet happened to be inhabitable. Well Inhabitable... but unpleasantly freezing. There's no telling how cold it must feel for Spock with his Vulcan heritage.
"T'hy'la are you alright?" Spock asks breaking your train of thought.
"Sorry, I just... I just feel useless. Sitting here freezing just waiting for the Enterprise to rescue us. If they even rescue us."
"The Enterprise will likely rescue us do not worry. " The unspoken question of when is avoided. There's not telling how long it will take. Hours, days, or worse... The two of you go silent.
"Are you cold? " You eventually speak up.
"I am adequate. "
"Spock, please don't lie... "
"Vulcans do not li-" you cut him off by reaching out a hand placing it against Spock's cheek. You gasp jolting your hand back.
"You are freezing cold! Why didn't you tell me?!" You panic and quickly shed your emergency blanket wrapping it around Spock.
"I did not want to tell you, I do not want to worry you. Please...keep your blanket you need it." Spock shivers out.
"Spock... please let me warm you? "
Spock paused then reluctantly nods. He uncovers himself holding his arms out for you to crawl into. Seems he already knew what you were planing. You snuggle up into him and cradle him close.
"May I touch your hands? "
"You always may. "
"Thank you... " you take his hands in yours gently holding them and rubbing them. Then you breathe warm air on them, breathing warmth into him like you always manage to do.
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Not A Doctor
Bones McCoy x Reader
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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)
Fandom: Star Trek
Summary: Bones' SO hurts themselves on an away mission and has to stitch themselves up as well as they can to buy time for a med evac to the Enterprise
Word Count: 1,533
Category: Fluff, Humor, a little bit of Angst
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"Shit," I hissed, pressing a hand to my side as I slid down the wall. When I finally got up the courage to pull my hand back and look, it came away with a lot more blood than I'd hoped to find. I'd fallen pretty far and managed to avoid any broken bones based on my pain levels, but the wound in my side was gaping and looked concerningly serious.
I could practically hear the extended bridge crew chorusing "I told you so" from here.
As if on cue, my communicator beeped. I grimaced, but managed to take it out of my bag and open it to respond.
"What's up?" I groaned.
"Y/N, where are you?" came the voice of Jim Kirk, one of my best friends and the captain of the Enterprise. "Scotty's reporting he can only find two targets to beam up."
Dammit. That figured.
"I'm... not totally sure. I was trying to follow the signature on my tricorder to that plant I've been looking for when the ground just gave way under me. I'm not sure how far I fell, but I hit something pretty hard on the way down and I've got... quite the gash in my side."
Silence on the other end for a few moments, then:
"Hang tight. We're coming to find you."
The communicator hung up with a click, and I sighed, ignoring the flare of pain in my side. I had faith in Jim's determination and ability to find me, especially with Spock here helping him, but I still needed to do something if I wanted to be alive when they found me.
Thankfully, I'd watched my boyfriend, Doctor Leonard McCoy, stich people up often enough that I felt fairly confident I could do a passable job on myself. I dug some sewing supplies out of my bag that I hadn't removed from my last away mission misadventure, and pulled the hem of my shirt up to get a better look at the wound.
I grimaced, gritting my teeth and trying to prepare for this. I'd been so excited to join Kirk and Spock on this away mission. This planet was supposed to have one of the rarest plants in the galaxy, and I'd been looking forward to finding it since I'd first heard we'd be coming here. And now, I was at the bottom of this pit or cave or whatever, slowly bleeding out, without even a picture of the plant to show for it.
Ugh.
I tried to focus on my breathing as I threaded a needle and put it to my skin. I knew the wound needed to be disinfected before I totally closed it, but I didn't have anything on me to do that with, and I knew Bones would be able to take care of it for me if I could manage to get back to him.
I took a few deep breaths to steel myself, then stuck the needle through. I swore loudly and kept up a steady stream of expletives as I sewed up the wound. I pulled it closed as tightly as I dared, then held my jacket to my waist to try to staunch the remainder of the bleeding.
I sighed, long and hard, then leaned my head back against the wall of whatever hole I'd fallen into. I had no idea how long those stitches had taken me, but it certainly hadn't been quick. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too much longer before I heard Jim and Spock stumbling down some passage towards me.
I focused on deep breaths as the pain continued to throb in my side, completely zoning out to the time and environment around me. Finally, I heard some shuffling movement from a slightly more gradual incline up ahead of me. The voices of my friends echoed out, curious and searching.
"Y/N!"
"I'm here!" I called back, my voice a little weaker than normal. I cleared my throat, then tried again. "Here!"
A moment later, my friends came into view. Jim grinned at me as Spock started scanning the space, probably trying to decide on the best way to get me out of here.
"How're you holding up?" asked Jim. I forced a smile.
"Living the dream."
He scoffed, then moved to crouch beside me and put one of my arms over his shoulder.
"Spock! Come help me."
"We'll need to get around the corner and most of the way back up the incline we came down to reach a spot where Mr. Scott can register us," said Spock as he joined us. "There seems to be some property of this rock that's prohibiting the transporter signal from reaching us."
"Great," I huffed, grimacing as my friends pulled me to my feet. Even resting most of my weight on them, I was still seeing spots. "This is gonna be great."
Between the three of us, somehow, we managed to get back into transporter range. I almost lost consciousness at one point, but we'd paused, and I'd managed to pull myself back from the brink. When the Enterprise's transporter room finally materialized before me, the relief was palpable, not least of all because Bones was waiting for me.
"Y/N," he said, jumping to attention and rushing onto the pad to replace Jim at my side. With Spock's help, we started moving immediately for the Med Bay. "What happened?"
"I was following the signature of the plant I was looking for on my tricorder. Then all of a sudden, the ground gave way underneath me. It wasn't a straight drop, I don't think, but I fell a pretty long way, bouncing off the rock slide and the walls of the cave I fell into on the way down. I'm bruised, but I don't think it's anything bad besides the cut on my stomach."
Bones nodded. "We'll get you to Med Bay and make sure."
Luckily, my boyfriend was very good at staying calm and focused in a crisis for his patients. He was completely in the zone as he and Spock helped me into a bed once we reached Med Bay, and then Bones started checking my vitals and assessing my injuries. I watched him carefully for any break in his usual bedside manner to tell me if I needed to be worried about something, but none came.
Hopefully that was a good sign, and not just because he was an incredible doctor.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to me, Bones returned from his testing and reappeared by my bedside. His hands were on his hips, but he seemed calmer, and definitely out of intense doctor mode.
"Alright, the good news is you'll be just fine. But I'm still gonna need to disinfect the wound and stitch you up," he said. I gave him the best smile I could muster.
"Sounds like a plan."
He sighed, then gently lifted my shirt high enough to give him access to the gash in my side. The light touch of his fingertips sent goosebumps along my skin, but I did my best to ignore them, especially as Bones frowned.
"What the hell did you do to yourself?" he asked, not looking away from his work on my side.
"Uh... I slammed into a rock. We covered this already, remember?"
"No, I didn't mean your injury." Bones paused and looked up at me, the smallest smile tugging at his lips. "I meant these stitches. Yikes."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, making Bones chuckle as he got back to work.
"Okay, whatever. I'm a biologist, not a doctor, dammit. I think I did a pretty good job, considering the circumstances."
"Mm, I guess so. Barely."
"Hey!" I laughed, hitting him lightly in the shoulder. "You better knock it off or I'm gonna start practicing my stitches on you."
Bones snorted, but I could see the smile on his face as he continued working. Thanks to the medical facilities of the Enterprise, it barely hurt as he undid my messy job and redid it with a much better one of his own.
"So... what are you doing after this?" I asked after a few long moments of letting him work in peace. He paused to look up at me again, one eyebrow raised.
"Don't tell me you're hitting on your own boyfriend after only the low-level painkillers I gave you?"
"I can and will hit on my own boyfriend whenever I want, no painkillers required. But I was mostly asking if you had other patients to deal with after me, or if you'd be free to come cuddle on the couch and eat junk food with me. I think it'd really help speed up my recovery process."
Bones' mouth quirked into a smile again as he put the finishing touches on my stitches.
"Well if it's for the wellness of a patient... I think Nurse Chapel might be willing to take over from me for the rest of the day."
"Thank goodness for Christine."
Bones and I shared a smile, then he returned to his work and I watched him contentedly. Obviously, life and death situations on away missions were never ideal—but I couldn't really bring myself to be upset about how this one had played out, even if I hadn't managed to get my plant in the end.
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Graduate Vulcan For Fun and Profit
By lazulisong @lazulisong
On Archive of Our Own
Status: Oneshot; 15,113 words
Summary: It really does take a village to raise a Jim. The members of the Kelvin's crew watch over Jim as much as he lets them.
My thoughts: One of my favorites. I think about the line "I WAS BORN ON THE GOD DAMN SHUTTLE, YOU SON OF A BITCH" all the time. It's been years since I first read it and yet it's one of my favorite lines in any fic. Also the ending hits like a punch to the guts. I like the hope.
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dr. dreamy ; bones
fandom: star trek
pairing: bones x reader
summary: it’s been a while since you’ve been laid, and it’s starting to affect your mood so jim offers his help before quickly realising that you’re still hung up on a mysterious ‘mr. dreamy’ from your academy days... but he soon finds out that the man you’ve been in love with for the past five years is, in fact, the enterprise’s best doctor
notes: did somebody say hyper-fixation? also, if you haven’t noticed already, i have a favourite formula... i wrote this while sick, so apologies if its crap, but let me know what you think!
warnings: swearing and horny
word count: 4173
The turbolift halts when it reaches the deck on which the upper-most access to the warp core is located. Your steps are sluggish, and the lace on your left boot is about five strides from falling untied, but you don’t really care to fix it even as you feel your boot go lax. Your heel begins to slip in and out of place just as you reach the door to one of the larger maintenance rooms.
“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Scotty asks as soon as he sees you.
You shrug, “just tired.”
“Too tired to remember where you’re s’pposed to be?” he stops you from picking up the spare pair of gloves from the bench, “first aid trainin’?”
A vague memory fights its way to the front of your mind, and you recall being ordered by Jim to attend the annual first aid training course that at least two crew members from each division were required to attend.
“Why me?” you sigh, “why can’t you be the first aid officer, or-or Ayden?” The young brunette lieutenant who was half-concealed behind a large metal tank pokes his head out.
“Because,” Scotty says, dismissing Ayden with a wave of his hand, “the capt’n requested you specifically, and I know he’s a bit of bastard sometimes but he’s still our capt’n.”
“He just wants me to suffer because he has to,” you grumble.
He chuckles as he grips your shoulders and physically turns you back toward the door, “I doubt you’ll be sufferin’ much, lassie, I heard the CMO himself is runnin’ this one.”
Your feet forget their steps and you stumble before catching yourself on the doorjamb. “W-Why is Bones running it? Isn’t he busy? He never does this kind of thing,” you say as you turn back to face Scotty.
He shrugs, “capt’n’s orders, I guess. Now go before you’re late.”
You drag your feet out the door, down the corridor, and into the lift once again, all the while muttering about all the ways you intend on getting back at Jim.
You met Jim on your second day at Starfleet Academy and were almost immediately joined at the hip, being one of the only women on campus who was immune to the man’s charm. Well, not entirely immune at first, but you’ve definitely built it up over the years. It took a whole twelve months before you met his other other half, the doctor, and no matter how many years you spend with that man, you will never be immune to Leonard McCoy. From the moment you met him, you knew you were doomed, though you still tried desperately to deny it and got pretty good at controlling your body’s reactions to him. Your thoughts, however, not so much.
For almost two whole years, you managed to keep your crush under wraps, even though it was quite literally crushing you. It was one drunken night when you finally confessed to Jim, not quite revealing the identity of the man you were in love with but giving him enough information that he actually comforted you. That was when you realised it was a lost cause, and you were condemned to pine after this man for all eternity, because even James Tiberius Kirk couldn’t make a joke about your heartache. He did, however, affectionately nickname this mysterious man ‘Mr. Dreamy’ and continue to ask you about him and allow you to vent. It was nice to not have to bottle it all up, but it felt strange talking to one of your best friends about the other without him even knowing that it was the other best friend that you were talking about. Your conscience certainly took a guilty blow every time you’d end up in tears in Jim’s arms, or have to quickly change the conversation because Leonard was approaching. Jim never questioned it though, nor did he push the topic when you stopped bringing it up once aboard the Enterprise, leaving him to assume that Mr. Dreamy was left behind at the academy.
“You’re late,” Jim says as you fall into the chair beside him.
“You’re ugly,” you retort.
The large conference room is devoid of the oversized table that usually sits at its center, instead there are only two smaller tables piled high with medical equipment surrounded by a number of limbless, humanoid dummies. You and Jim are sitting in the front row of the audience chairs, whereas most of the crew attending had opted for further back.
“That’s no way to speak to your captain,” he chuckles, “what’s got your panties in a knot?”
“My panties are neither yours nor Scotty’s business,” you snap, though as soon as the words leave your lips you know you’ve given away exactly the reason why they are in a proverbial knot.
You’ve been aboard the USS Enterprise for almost two years, which means it’s been two years and one month – give or take a day – since you’ve been laid, and holy shit are you frustrated. It isn’t that you have an aversion to sex, or are practicing abstinence, in fact, you have a very healthy enjoyment for the act. It just so happens that you can’t seem to want anyone other than the one man you can’t have, because who fucking knows what would happen if you went down that route after five long years of friendship.
Jim’s laughter turns into a childish giggle, “has it been a while?”
You roll your eyes, “yes, Jim, it’s been a while.”
“How long?”
You turn in your chair to face the curious man, “that is also none of your business.”
“You know,” he glances around the room, “I know for a fact that there are many lovely lieutenants aboard this ship who would be more than willing to scratch that itch for you.”
“Shut up,” you hiss, “and no. Do you know how complicated it can get when you sleep with someone you’re stuck on a spaceship with for five years?”
“I do, actually,” he replies, “I know very well, but that doesn’t mean we should have to ignore one of our most primal needs.”
“Primal needs,” you roll your eyes again, “I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine. Three more years won’t kill me.”
He gasps, “it’s been three years?”
You roll your eyes again so hard you’re sure you saw your brain, “Jim, you know very well it hasn’t been three years.”
“Wait, so you haven’t slept with any since… since we-”
“Nope,” you say, stopping him from finish that sentence.
Yep, you had sex with Jim Kirk, but in your defense, who hasn’t? It was a drunken night, one week from embarking on the Enterprise’s five-year journey, and you were both a little lonely and incredibly horny. It wasn’t half bad either, if only a little strange sleeping with one of your best friends while you were in love with the other.
“Holy shit, Y/N, I didn’t-”
“Of course you didn’t know, Jim,” you sigh, turning back to the front of the room, “besides it’s not like I haven’t had… options, I’m just not interested.”
He frowns, “don’t tell me you’re still hung up on Mr. Dreamy.”
You purse your lips to keep from laughing, not out of mirth but something more along the lines of grim amusement, and your silence is enough of an answer for Jim.
“Hey,” he places a hand on your arm, “you know, I wouldn’t object if you wanted me to… help you out again. Believe me it was no chore, I mean-”
“Jim!” you snap, “shut up before somebody hears you.”
His cheeky grin only grows wider, “come on, you think anyone on this ship would be surprised to find out we’ve slept together?”
Before you can reply, the sound of someone clearing their throat catches your attention, and you both snap toward the front of the room to find the doctor himself staring at you. His frown is harsher than usual, and his hair a little mussed, which only fills your inappropriate mind with a thousand different fantasies of the messy-haired doctor in your bed.
“Well,” Jim sighs, “maybe one person.”
You glance around to the find majority of the room watching you while the rest of them do anything they can to not witness this situation unfold.
“Sorry, Bones,” Jim says, “you can begin now.”
“Well, thank you, Jim,” the doctor replies sarcastically before turning his attention to the room, “now that our captain has given his blessing, let’s get started.”
Jim settles back in his chair, though his demeanor is less relaxed and a little more anxious than before. You keep your eyes trained on the holographic slides behind Leonard as he talks about first aid basics and what different codes and acronyms mean. You try your hardest not to look at him, but all you can think about is how much you want to jump his bones. His voice is still a little raspy from sleep, and you start to fantasize about how delicious his Southern drawl would sound whispered against your neck.
Your almost halfway through a dangerously vivid daydream when Jim nudges you. “Are you okay?” he asks, and only then do you realise that the rest of crew had begun packing away their chairs to make room on the floor.
You nod and stand, dragging your chair to the side while Jim retrieves one of the rubbery dummies from the front of the room. Everyone pairs off, and you sit on the opposite side of the dummy to Jim while he uses his PADD to pull up some notes.
“Now,” Bones says, “we’re going to practice a variety of different cardiopulmonary resuscitation techniques. The concept is the same, it just depends on the anatomy of the patient.”
Jim hands you the PADD and you start flipping through all the different diagrams of different species’ anatomies, each illustration pointing out the location of the body’s heart, lungs, and esophagus.
“How the hell does he remember all these?” you wonder aloud.
Jim chuckles, “why do you think he’s so grumpy all the time?”
You get up on your knees for a better angle at the dummy and place your hands over where the heart would be on a human.
“I have to ask,” he says before you can start practicing compressions, “how do you even know if Mr. Dreamy is still single? Why wait for him?”
“It’s not like I still think I have a chance with him,” you reply, “it’s just… complicated.”
“How could it be complicated? I know you’ve got your excuses, but if you’re so in love with this guy, what’s to lose if you just ask him out?”
You can’t help but glance over your shoulder at the doctor. He’s kneeling beside another pair and helping them with their hand placement.
“It just is,” you say, before starting CPR on your own dummy.
“Well,” Jim says, “my offer still stands, because who knows how long before you’re grumpier than the good doctor over there.”
You sit back on your heels and gesture for him to take his turn, deciding not to acknowledge his proposal. After taking turns on three different methods of CPR, the doctor appears beside you.
“Do you need any help?” he asks as he kneels on the floor, and you want to say yes but you know he’s only referring to the dummy.
“You underestimate us, Bones,” Jim replies, “we’re top of the class.”
“Sure you are,” Bones rolls his eyes, “show me then.”
Jim sits back and gestures for you to do the honors.
You turn to the doctor, and the butterflies in your stomach erupt into a frenzy. “J-Just human?” you ask, cursing yourself for stuttering.
He nods and you lean over the dummy, placing your hands over where the sternum would be and starting a rhythmic pulse of compressions.
“Harder,” he says, which almost makes your hands slip off the dummy entirely. “Don’t be scared to break a rib, I’m sure they’d prefer a broken bone over death.”
You take a deep breath to compose yourself and put a little more force into the compressions. After counting to thirty, you tip the head of the dummy back, pinch its rubbery nose, and act as if you’re blowing into its mouth without actually putting your lips on it. Then you return to performing compressions.
“Good girl,” the doctor praises, and your sure your heart stops just as your breath does. Your hands slip and you have to catch yourself on the floor to keep from faceplanting.
You sit back and stare at Bones’ arms as he rolls his sleeves up and positions himself over the dummy.
“Make sure you interlock your fingers,” he says, “and keep your arms extended, that way you won’t lose stability.”
You want to listen, but you can’t stop staring at his bare arms as he performs perfect CPR on the doll in front of you. His skin is tanned and taught across his strong muscles, honed from years of practicing to have the steadiest and most skilled hands in all of Starfleet. His hands, oh god, you’ve had countless dreams about them tangling in your hair and touching every inch of your body.
You shift a little to try and relieve the pressure building between your thighs.
“Jim,” Bones says, “your turn.”
You look up to find Jim staring at you, his brows furrowed and a question on his lips as he slowly moves to take over from the doctor. Once satisfied with Jim’s technique, Bones leaves to help another pair and you quickly start flipping through the PADD to find the next diagram.
“Y/N,” Jim says, his tone suddenly serious.
You glance up, your cheeks hot, “Captain.”
He stares at you, his blue eyes trapping you and stopping you from looking away no matter how much you want to.
“Holy shit,” you can practically see the lightbulb flash above his head, “holy shit, I can’t believe I didn’t notice! I mean, it’s so obvious, and- how the hell did I not realise? Holy shit.”
“Jim-”
“It’s Bones!” he exclaims, earning startled glances from the people surrounding you.
“Jim, please-”
“No, no, no, you’re not lying your way out of this one,” he says, “I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me that Mr. Dreamy- or should I say Doctor Dreamy is Bones.”
You sink onto your bum and cross your legs on front of you, leaning your elbows on your knees as you hide your face in your hands. “Jim, please don’t say anything,” you plead, “he can’t know, no one can know.”
“The way you look at him, the way you’ve always looked at him,” he goes on, though his voice is significantly lower, “I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”
Before you can say another word, Bones calls the room’s attention. Behind him, the holographic slides have changed to new points of information, and everyone falls silent to listen to the doctor’s speech.
You can see Jim squirming from the corner of your eye as you try to listen to the rest of the seminar, but it’s almost impossible to hear anything over the beating of your own heart. Heat washes over you in waves, ensuring your cheeks remain a bright shade of red and making your uniform feel itchy and tight. It feels like an eternity before Bones announces a break for lunch.
You grab Jim before he can move and begin dragging him out of the room, down the corridor, and into one of the smaller, vacant conference rooms.
He’s already giggling as you flop into one of the chairs, “you’re in love with Bones.”
You sigh, “yep.”
“And have been for five years?”
“Yep.”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s stupid,” you reply, “and when I first met him, he was still getting over the divorce. Every time we’d drink together, he’d end up ranting about his ex and either make himself angry or upset. We all became such good friends, and before I knew it… I just didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”
“Ruin the friendship?” he repeats, “what are we? Teenagers in some old, soapy television drama?”
You shrug, “yes, I’m in love with him, but I’d rather have him in my life even just as a friend than not at all.”
“What makes you think he wouldn’t want to be with you?”
“Have you seen the women who hit on him?” you scoff, “and the women he’s been with? I could never-”
“Hey,” he interrupts you and pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “none of that. You’re gorgeous, and Bones would be an idiot not to agree.”
“Okay,” you swat his hand away, “say we did go out, but it didn’t go well, and then I’ve lost one of my closest friends and made it incredibly awkward for you. Not to mention being stuck on this damn ship with him for another three years.”
Jim huffs, his eyes boring into his own shoes. It looks as if he’s having his own argument in his head, his posture rigid and his lips set into a hard line.
“Jim, just promise-”
“Sorry to interrupt,” a red-shirted lieutenant pokes their head through the door, “but I actually have this room booked in five minutes.”
“Oh,” you stand and grab Jim’s arm, “sorry.”
You pull your captain into the corridor and begin back toward the big conference room.
“Y/N, just hear me out.”
You turn abruptly and push Jim against the wall with a hand on his chest, “no, Jim, you hear me out. You know how I feel, and you know how long I’ve felt like this, so don’t you dare try and tell me what I should do. Just because you now know it’s Leonard doesn’t change anything.”
“Okay,” he raises his hands in surrender, “okay, I’ll shut up, I’m sorry.”
You release him slowly and he lowers his hands.
“I have to admit though,” he smirks, “he’d be an excellent lay.”
“Jim!” you exclaim, your hands balling into fists at your side.
He chuckles and looks down the corridor, his grin disappearing the instant his eyes land on the doctor. You frown and follow his gaze before quickly taking two steps back from your captain.
Jim clears his throat, “Bones-”
“We’re starting again,” the doctor says, before turning sharply and walking back into the conference room.
Neither of you say another word as you reenter the room and take a seat in the front row once again. Leonard avoids looking your way for the rest of the afternoon, and though you can’t help but worry about what you’ve done wrong, it also allows you to stare at him unashamedly. You let your thoughts run wild, imagining his hands pinning your wrists down, his body on top of yours, and his mouth everywhere as he slowly unties that knot below your stomach that’s been twisting tighter and tighter for five years.
Eventually he calls the day to an end, and everyone thanks him before shuffling out of the room, everyone but Jim.
“Dinner?” you ask.
He takes a deep breath before standing, “I’ll be there soon, you go ahead.”
Your heart thuds nervously, but you stop yourself from questioning him any further and turn toward the door. You’re the last out aside from Jim, and you can hear him address his friend just as you step into the corridor. The last of the crew shuffle into the lift. “Are you coming?” one asks.
You fight with your good conscience before shaking your head, “no, you go.”
The doors of the lift ease shut, and you turn several times on the spot, asking yourself whether you’re a sneaky person before giving in and pressing yourself against the conference room’s door.
“Bones,” you hear Jim’s voice, “just listen to me.”
“I don’t really feel like listening to you right now, Jim,” the doctor bites back.
You frown and press your ear against the door.
“Please, let me explain.”
“Explain what exactly?” Bones asks, his tone harsh, “the part where you slept with girl I love, or the part where you lied to me so that I didn’t?”
You smack your hand over your mouth to keep from gasping… or screaming.
“I didn’t lie to you, Bones, I just-”
“You told me she was in love with some other guy, and that I couldn’t ask her out because it would only make things awkward.”
“I didn’t lie to you, I-I just didn’t know that-” Jim sighs loudly, “Bones, I am sorry, we were both drunk and it didn’t mean anything, it was just-”
“Just sex?” Bones snaps, “that’s all it ever is with you, Jim, you never think about anyone else.”
“I know, it was stupid, but I never lied to you,” Jim says, “she really was- is in love with someone, but she never told me who it was. I just- I assumed it was some guy back at the academy, and I should have realised-”
“Realised what, Jim?”
You can only imagine the two of them squaring up to each other, and you try desperately not to let the picture of an infuriated Leonard turn you on.
“The guy she was- is in love with, she never told me who it was, we just called him by some stupid nickname, she’s loved him for years, but I never-”
“Are you trying to torture me?” Bones interrupts again, “spit it out, damnit!”
“It’s you!” Jim exclaims.
Your heart lurches, threatening to break through your ribcage and burst right out of your chest.
“She’s in love with you, has been for years.”
The silence is heavy, and you have to hold your breath to stay quiet.
“What are you playing, Jim?”
“Nothing, I’m telling you the truth,” their voices are no longer raised, “and I am sorry, Bones. I shouldn’t have slept with her, drunk or not.”
Another beat of silence passes.
“I didn’t realise you were still in love with her,” the captain says quietly, and you have lean against the door before your knees give way.
Bones sighs, “course I am.”
“Then tell her.”
“Tell her?”
You startle at the sound of footsteps approaching, jumping back from the door when it slides open.
Jim smirks, “I didn’t take you for the spying type.”
You don’t have a chance to reply before he pulls you into the room and drags you toward the doctor. He smiles at both of you, pats Bones on the shoulder, and leaves.
“Hi,” you murmur.
“Hi.”
Staring up at him, you soften instantly under his hazel gaze. You can feel the warmth from his body, you’re standing so close, and you’re positive your cheeks are burning red.
“I’m sorry,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “Jim’s just-”
You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’re touch starved or just overwhelmed by what you’d just heard, but you surge up onto your toes and press your lips against his. He catches your waist and presses your body against his, tilting his head to allow your mouths better access to each other as his tongue slides past your lips. You can’t help the little whimper that travels up your throat, which only urges Leonard on. He turns your bodies and sits you on the table, knocking half of the equipment on it to the floor. Your legs part and he settles between them, pressing into you enough to make you shudder.
“I love you,” he says between open mouthed kisses, “by the way.”
You giggle against his lips, “I love you too.”
His hands stroke your jaw before travelling gently down your neck and chest and stopping to cup your breasts. He groans, and you sigh, before his hands continue down to your hips and he holds you in place to grind against you.
You gasp, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, “Len.”
Your hook the fingers of your right hand in the band of his pants while your left travels up under his shirt. His skin is so hot and so soft, you can feel the appreciation for him pooling in your panties.
“Oh, my God,” a voice exclaims, and you jump apart, “that was quick!”
Leonard looks over his shoulder but keeps his body facing you, concealing the bulge in his pants. “Damnit, Jim!”
The captain giggles, his grin so broad you’re worried he might get stuck like that, “this is a public space.”
At the same time, you and Leonard shout, “get out!”
He continues laughing as he leaves, and only then does Leonard disentangle himself from you and march toward the door to lock it. When he turns back, you can’t help but giggle at the delicious sight of him.
“Want some help with that?” you ask, nodding toward his crotch.
He’s back on you in less than a second, claiming your neck with a heavenly bite. “Thought you’d never ask,” he whispers against your skin.
END.
#leonard mccoy#bones#star trek#leonard mccoy x reader#bones x reader#imagine#oneshot#one shot#karl urban#chris pine#jim kirk#captain kirk#spock
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Christopher Pike: You Saved Me
Imagine Christopher Pike saving you from imminent death, forming a father-daughter bond with you:
"Help Me! Someone! Please!" I couldn't contemplate what was happening, only the pain that was burning through my lungs as my screams emanated within the air. My nails violently digging deeper into the earth, my body weight continuing to pull me closer to my doom.
There isn't much I remember before this, only how I was on my way home from school when something threw me with great strength, it wasn't a person, no, it felt like the world had shook so strongly that I simply shook too. It's a little much for me to try to understand, all I am currently focused on is survival.
The world suddenly felt hot, much hotter than normal, and muggy; I can feel the humidity dripping along my skin. The air has turned suffocating, making me gasp like a fish that is forced to breathe oxygen when dragged out of the water. I'm hanging along an edge, a cliff that wasn't there moments before God's wrath broke, but now it looks deep enough to take me to the other side of the world.
My species has many human features, but also many animalistic ones. For one, I have claws, big and long like that of a jaguar, they aid me in clinging to the eroding soil. The roar of the panicked people is amplified by pumping adrenaline, it doesn't help that the shouts are muffled with the sound of my own heartbeat bursting through my body.
I can feel my grasp slipping, the ground is moist and soggy, almost seeming to melt from underneath my hands. People are stomping and screaming, I'm still not sure what is going on, all I know is that the adults are confused as well. I've kept my eyes closed, fearful that I will see destruction in place of my home. My limbs are aching, my arms feel like they are being torn out of their sockets, I try to lift myself up in vain.
I scream out for help once more, though I fear no one can hear me. Just as my body fails me, just as my hands finally release and my mind accepts elimination... A hand tightly wraps around one of my wrists. It's a strange hand, it feels familiar, but alien at the same time. My body hanging limply, I fear I don't even have the energy to look at my savior, but they care not, dragging me up and away from the cliff. I'm wrapped in a warm embrace, the type that reminds me of my father when he comes home after a long business trip. I want to look at him, to thank him endlessly, but my conscious mind is quickly slipping into a dream state.
The man tries to awaken me, he shakes my body, yelling at me to open my eyes before giving up. He picks me up in his arms, protectively sheltering my body from the chaos around us, tapping something on his chest and beginning to talk to someone; the conversation was short and hurried.
I want to see him, I want to see the stranger who saved me when all else had left me to die. My eyelids feel heavy, but I manage to open them for a few seconds. The man is young, he reminds me a lot of my dad, except this person looks fearful, but stoic; I don't know how to describe it other than he looks strong. He has brown hair that is slightly graying at the sides with random stripes littering the rest of his head; he looks too young to be graying, but I can see on his face that he has the years of stress built up. I want to hug him, to say thank you, but before I can do any of that we are beamed aboard what I assume to be a star ship.
I try to stay awake, but as a large amount of people begin to rush forward, my consciousness finally slips away, my body drifting into a deep slumber; one which I hope to awaken from soon.
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I can't hear anything, but I can feel something. It's warm and comforting, it makes me feel safe, it feels fatherly. My eyes fluttered open for a moment before immediately regretting their decision and slamming shut, the bright lights burning, it felt and looked like a searing white flame. They flutter open a few more times before finally adjusting to the light.
I glance around the room, it looks like a med bay, but it's very different from the ones I am used to. It's much colder, it feels unwelcoming, but at the same time I still feel normal, as though this sterile environment is warmer than the two suns of my home. I finally turn my head and look at the person, the person who dragged me from my doom and brought me to safety. He looks a lot more tired, his face worn with stress, and his slicked hair is somehow both clean but messy.
I sit up slowly, careful as I pull my small hand from his. Not careful enough apparently, I sadly startled him awake, his deep brown eyes immediately focusing on me. I freeze, I can't quite remember how to react, but he doesn't seem to mind because a relieved smile spreads across his exhausted features. I relax slightly, he doesn't seem as scary as I expected.
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Pike's POV:
We had beamed down to this plant based on negotiations for some trade deal between this species and another. It was supposed to be a simple in and out, but the other species decided they were done negotiating. The planet was fired upon by their war ships, detrimental damage was done, Discovery was about to beam me up when I heard a jarring scream amid the panic. The scream was young and fearful, it sounded like a child, and I simply felt like I couldn't allow myself to leave until I found them.
I order everyone else to be beamed up before running off in search of the voice, I hear Burnham yell out in protest, but she gets cut off as she is transported.
They stopped, the chaos seemed eerily quiet, I'm about to give up when I heard the last weak scream, they sounded defeated. I scramble to the spot, fearful I might be too late, but then I spot them. This person had been thrown over the cliff, only one hand managing to hold them up, I can see their claws extended and ripping into the ground, a last ditch effort to stay alive.
I can see them giving up, their hand slowly releasing, but I lunge forward, my hand grasping onto their small wrist. Gazing at the person, I am met with the view of an exhausted child, seemingly no older than 10, her eyes are closed and I'm afraid I might still lose her.
Roughly pulling her up, her tired form collapsing against me, I quickly grasp her face, trying to see if her eyes have opened yet, but they remain closed. I shout at her, trying to get any reaction, but I still receive none. I hastily speak into my badge, ordering both of us to be beamed up and to have medical staff at the ready.
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The girl has been out for a while, they had to induce a coma for some reason, they tried to explain it to me, but my mind is too jumbled at the moment to understand any of their medical jargon.
As soon as I had been beamed up, we immediately warped out of there, the federation wouldn't allow us to interfere in the battle, and I had just gotten word yesterday that this little girl's species had been slaughtered. I'm not sure if there were any survivors, or if any others managed to escape the initial barrage, all I know is that I am happy I managed to save her.
I've been waiting for her to wake up, I need to know that she is alright; I don't know why, but I feel like I need to take care of her. It's a weird feeling.
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I had come in early today, our only trip had me sending some crew members down to collect samples from a planet, so all was calm. I took that spare time and went to the med bay, the girl was still asleep, I've taken to addressing her as Katya. It's a weird name, sure, but it kind of matches her in that she has claws like a cat, and that she for some reason feels like the only pure thing left from the massacre.
I held her hand as I fell asleep, my brain was beginning to view her as a daughter. I tried to put some space and maintain an objective view of the matter, but that clearly didn't last long.
I'm pulled from my dream when I feel movement, I quickly open my eyes, only to be met with a surprising view. She was awake, after two weeks of unconsciousness she was finally awake! At first she seemed on edge when she noticed me, but after surveying me for a few moments she seemed to ease up. A smile was upon my face, knowing that she was okay.
"Hello there." My voice is calm, my tone could almost be described as soft. I don't know where this side of me is coming from, I'm a nice person sure, but I can't quite remember ever being like this towards anyone. I feel protective, but also an intense need to comfort, I want her to be okay, I need her to be okay.
Her eyes widen slightly, I worry I might've upset her, but those worries disappear when a small smile forms on her face.
"Hi." Her voice is hesitant but steady, she seems like she is at a loss for words.
"My name is Christopher Pike, I'm the captain of this star ship. Can you tell me your name and what you remember?" I try not to rush, but I need to know what she remembers, I need to know if I need to tell her about the attack.
"I remember shouts and screams, the world was shaking worse than our most terrible quakes. I-I was hanging, I almost let go, but you saved me. I don't remember anything else." Her voice trembled slightly throughout the sentence, and her eyes adopted a far away look. I sigh, unsure of how to tell this young girl that her entire species might very well be extinct and that she was the only known survivor.
"Don't worry, I know." Her voice broke through my thoughts, I looked at her in confusion.
"I know they're gone... I can't hear them anymore." Her voice grows heavy, her eyes drifting down as a glaze washes over them; I spend a few more moments in confusion before finally understanding. Her species all shared a weak mind-link, everyone on her planet had their thoughts running through the others heads, only it was in the back of their mind and sounded more like static. Poor girl, this silence must be awful.
"Well I'm not going anywhere, come on, let's go explore." I don't know what has gotten into me. I'm a captain, I don't have time to show a kid around my star ship. Yet, at the same time, I want to treat this girl like she's my own.
She wears a startled expression before curiosity grows in her eyes. She grasps my outstretched hand and allows me to pull her up. Her first few steps are shaky, but that is understandable after her weeks of bed rest.
We're about to head out the doors when I realize she stopped. I turn around in confusion, but she speaks first.
"You saved me, thank you." Before I can reply she jumps forward and hugs me, I'm stunned for a moment, hesitantly wrapping my arms around her small form. I pull away, giving her a smile, ruffling her already messy hair. I release her, this fatherly protection building up in my chest. I walk to the doors with a wide smile on my face, motioning to the never ending hallways.
"Let's go explore."
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Fanfic recommendation of the day.
Moments in Time by KCS. Thirty-five wonderful chapters!
Per author: Drabbles, ficlets, and oneshots, tags or missing scenes as I work my way through a TOS rewatch.
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Inevitable Orbits by sinestrated on archiveofourown
“ ‘You barely eat, I know you haven’t been sleeping, and the only time you show your face is when you’re working your shift and then you disappear right after again.’ She tilts her head. ‘Spock, I’m worried about you.’ “
A year into their five-year mission, Spock loses Jim for the second time and struggles with the fallout.
Rating: T+
Relationships: K/S
Warnings: temporary character death, strangling, attack, talk of self harm, depression, grieving process
#hurt spock#spock#spock whump#star trek#spirk#aos#fanfiction#archiveofourown.org#archiveofourown#oneshot#kirk#uhura#mccoy#scotty#sulu#chekov#injury#strangling#attack#major character death#temporary character death#grieving#single#fave
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Me just drabbling a little bit because these AUs won’t leave me alone...
“You need to release me. I am a Starfleet officer and I am on a mission crucial to the safety of the galaxy,” Spock tried to reason while he was brought to a roughly patched looking shuttle and tied to a service panel.
“Isn’t that always the case with you guys?” the feisty young woman replied as she kneeled in front of him to tighten the cuffs on his wrists and then started to tie his feet as well so he wouldn’t be able to escape. Despite her scruffy appearence the petite woman was much stronger and tactical cunning than he’d assumed upon their initial meeting – he’d underestimated her and he made a mental note of not underestimating her again.
“High and mighty Starfleet,” she sneered, not hiding her distaste. “Where were you when our colony ship was slaughtered by the Gorn?!”
“I am sorry to hear about your hardship but kidnapping a Starfleet officer-”
“Oh shut up!” she growled and pulled a small knife from her belt to dangle the sharp blade in front of his face. “There’s a pretty high bounty on your head. Lots of latinum which I’m going to collect. Streets say you killed three doctors so I doubt your Starfleet buddies are so keen on helping you out.” A smirk flickered across her face and Spock couldn’t help but notice the pleasing symmetry of her features despite heavy streaks of dirt covering her skin.
“That is not true. I did not kill anybody,” Spock exclaimed, trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince his opponent of the accuracy of his statement, though the shadow of a doubt clung to his voice. His mind was in pieces, jagged by hazy memory gaps. As much as he liked to believe his own words, he couldn't be certain that he had not hurt anybody upon his escape from the psychiatric unit on Starbase 5.
The woman whose name he had yet to learn huffed and rolled her eyes. “As if I would believe a Vulcan, you’re nothing but lying liars telling lies.”
“Vulcans cannot lie,” he pointed out.
“No,” the bounty hunter leaned in, her face inches from his, holding his gaze with gravitating intensity. “You just bend the truth to your logic.”
#will it or won't it turn into a oneshot?#that is the question#star trek: strange new worlds#la'an x spock#la'an noonien singh#spock#spock x la'an#star trek snw#fanfiction#drabble#my fanfiction#my drabbles
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ೃ࿔ TOTAL-DXMURE’S MASTERLIST
“so what’s it gonna take silver shadow believer…?”
most, if not all, of my fics will include detailed smut, so minors do not interact! this is my masterlist of series and oneshots. see something that piques your interest? give it a read! please make sure to read the warnings at the beginning of each fic to make sure you aren’t triggered by any of its contents.
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✦ MARLEY AND ME SERIES MASTERLIST
you’re a single mom just doing the best that she can to make ends meet. ellie can’t help but think that you're the kindest, most beautiful girl that she’s ever met. compared to taking care of a little girl that's in her terrible twos, coming to terms with the fact that you’re a lesbian is a walk in the park. awkward first encounters, ellie’s broken gay-dar, and her overwhelming urge to take care of the care-giver. . . the road to domesticity is a long one, but it’s well worth the pining that it takes to get there.
total word count: 17.1k
✦ INVISIBLE STRING THEORY SERIES MASTERLIST
the marines didn’t ruin ellie. ellie ruined ellie. after being medically discharged she feels lost. being sent to live with joel is more of a last ditch effort to save her and less of a fun reunion for the father-daughter duo. jackson is worlds different than chicago, but the fresh air and sprawling countrysides are a welcome reprieve. ellie finds herself finding comfort in more than just the change in scenery though. after losing your girlfriend due to an accident you feel as though you’ll never find love again- but that was before meeting ellie williams. the two of you figure out that you have more in common than just the fact that she and your girlfriend were both marines though. tethered by some invisible string, the two of you meeting has to be fate. who would have known that you were the golden ticket to ellie’s recovery?
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✦ CHERRY FLAVORED MINI SERIES MASTERLIST
your guitarist was carted off to rehab after just one month into your recent tour. fuck. there’s only one thing you can do, and that’s hire a replacement. your band thinks it’s going to be nearly impossible to find someone that is on the same level of talent as your “beloved” guitarist. you don’t have high hopes that anyone can nail the songs quite like he did either, if you’re being brutally honest. enter ellie- she’s a mega fan. the girl knows every lyric and note like the back of her hand. . . and everything about you, which isn’t creepy at all. her apparent obsession with you is something that you and your tour manager can overlook if it means carrying on with the rest of the tour. forced proximity with a stalker-level fan . . . what’s the worst thing that could happen?
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✦ KILL SWITCH SERIES !TEASER!
✦ SANGUINARIAN SERIES !TEASER!
“… spock rocker with your dirty eyes.”
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May we have a oneshot based on this scene (https://youtube.com/watch?v=BgVJDd5vHfw&feature=share) for Spockxreader?
Omg, I love this scene! Of, course I will do it! I altered some parts just a little bit but the gist is the same. I hope you like it!
Title: Hello Sweetie
Pairing: Spock x fem!reader, implied platonic Jim Kirk x reader, and platonic Bones x reader
Warnings: canon violence, it's implied that Jim meddled for matchmaking purposes, nothing else I think
Word Count: 2924
She really shouldn’t have been here. Pure lunacy had gotten her here in the first place. Doctor (Y/N) (L/N) was never meant for this type of fieldwork and she was willing to bet that her own lack of skill was a huge reason why she was in this particularly dangerous situation. She was stood in the middle of a very ornate room – a sort of banquet hall she surmised – with her hands cuffed in front of her. Her elegant dress was singed at the hem and her hair had fallen out of its elegant updo. She looked around and noticed there were a total of three other people in the room all of whom wore heavy robes with hoods to obscure most of their faces: the alien guard beside her the one behind her and the one standing by the door they just came in through.
“You know when I get invited to parties, normally there’s food,” She said to the guard who stood closely to her right. He did not acknowledge her at all and his large, bug-like eyes stayed focused on the door at the other end of the room. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “So much for small talk.”
As she shifted her weight from foot to foot with impatience she couldn’t help but place partial blame on the genius who thought this plan up in the first place. Captain James T. Kirk. Just a day earlier he had cornered (Y/N) in her office and asked her to take part in a simple recognizance mission.
“I’m telling you this is an easy mission and it will go off without a hitch! You’re in, you’re out, you’re done,” Kirk pleaded as he followed her out into the main area of the medbay. He had just explained how it would be perfect for her because she was sociable and friendly. Of course, he couldn’t help but add in the added benefit of her good looks. “People will be spilling their guts to you! All you gotta do is bat those eyelashes.”
“Captain, this is harassment. I told you: missions like that are not in my job training.” (Y/N) turned to face Kirk and used her hand to apply emphasis to her statement. “I. Am. Not. Going. End of story.”
The door opened after what felt like hours but what was only a few minutes. (Y/N) watched as an alien that looked similar to the guard but larger walked confidently into the room accompanied by a few other guards. The big alien was dressed in fine clothes and had an elaborate and heavy-looking headdress on, signaling to (Y/N) that it would be good for her health to not piss him off. She stayed silent until the alien stood so close to her that she could smell him. He smelled of rotten meat and expensive oils.
“You are Doctor (Y/N) (L/N) of the starship Enterprise.” He said. “I have reason to believe you are a cohort of Commander Spock.”
This took (Y/N) by surprise. Her brows furrowed and her lips tugged into a frown. Sure she had worked with Spock plenty of times but surely not enough to be considered a cohort, or associated with him by name.
“I think there’s been some sort of mistake here. I don’t even know Commander Spock that well!”
“Spock suggested you specifically for the mission.”
(Y/N) paused and dropped her hand down to her side. Kirk could very well be lying just to get her to agree but then why else would he want a surgeon doing a spy’s job.
“No, he didn’t. You just want me to give in,” She huffed and gathered some old patient files that needed to be sorted and brushed passed Kirk and into her office. She couldn’t deny the rush of warmth spreading across her face but she could do her best at hiding it.
“I’m serious! He said you were beautiful and that you would be disarming enough to get people to talk to you about anything,” Kirk once again followed (Y/N) into her office but this time stopped to lean on the door frame. He crossed his arms and smirked as he watched the doctor deadpan at him.
“Commander Spock said that? Those exact words?” She didn’t believe Spock even knew how to actually compliment people, even behind their backs.
The alien huffed and one of his henchmen stepped forward. He was very scrawny and his large eyes darted wildly around the room.
“We have reliable intel that you are close to the Enterprise’s second-in-command and we would like you to divulge his whereabouts. We know that he has been trying to infiltrate our databases and that is a crime that can not go unpunished,” his voice was harsh, like a steaming tea kettle and (Y/N) winced.
“Well, I’m sorry but your intel is wrong. I wouldn’t even classify us as friends. Well, I mean it’s not that I don’t want to be his friend. I actually like him a lot but he spends just about every moment with me in silence or critiquing me so-“
“Enough! Quit your useless rambling and tell us where he is!” The boss alien thundered out so loud that the floor seemed to shake. (Y/N) was officially freaked out.
“Look, I’m telling you, I have no idea where he is! I don’t even know if he’s on this planet!” She pleaded with the aliens and hoped they believed her because it was the truth. She hadn’t seen Spock for a while, even before Kirk made her go on this mission.
“Yeah, he didn’t say those exact words but that’s definitely what he meant to say. I could tell.”
“Kirk, get out of my office.”
Kirk sighed and walked up to the desk, “Just please do this mission. We are so close to our goal we just need a little push. (Y/N)-
“Doctor (L/N).”
“(Y/N). Please.”
If there’s one thing that (Y/N) can’t resist, it’s James being sincere. It just happens so rarely that she caves right away. After a moment of glaring into Kirk’s pleading eyes, she rubbed her eyes and sighed, “Fine!”
“Yes!” Kirk pumped his fist in victory.
“But I want to talk to Spock first.”
Kirk paused and side-glanced before looking back at (Y/N), “You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Cause he’s on the mission.”
“I thought you said he asked for me. How could he have told you that if he’s on mission already?” (Y/N) raised an accusatory eyebrow, she was sure she caught Kirk in his lie but he was quick.
“Because he just left this morning. Now find your hottest dress and meet me in the transport room for your briefing,” Kirk tapped the desk before quickly exiting the room.
“Wait, Now?!”
(Y/N) could honestly say she had not thought of how to get out of a situation like this. All attention was on her – something that she would normally thrive with – but she was at a loss for words for the first time in her life. The big alien grumbled and leaned forward to look closer at her face. She didn’t hide her fear.
“Look, I swear on my life I don’t know what Spock is doing or where he is,” She couldn’t hide the tremble in her voice but she tried to be as firm as possible.
“Humans,” the alien spat, “They lie so blithely.”
“I’m not lying!”
“How can you claim to like someone but know nothing about them? You are lying!”
(Y/N) huffed and rolled her eyes, “Just because I like him does not mean he likes me! The guy does not even think that way! He doesn’t talk to me unless it has something to do with my job!” She had stepped forward during her rant but was immediately seized by the guards that were closest to her. They gripped tightly on her upper arms but the guard on her left quickly loosened his grip and she couldn’t help but think that the sensation was familiar. It reminded her of her first meeting with Commander Spock.
She was in a hurry to get to the medbay as she had been sent a 9-1-1 message by Bones. In her hurry she had been completely disregarding the safety of other people in the halls, bumping into several people while shouting an apology over her shoulder. It was while she was giving one of these hurried apologies that she managed to bump into a solid form that barely stumbled while she went tripping toward the ground. With a yelp, she braced for the ground but was stopped by a strong hand taking hold of her upper arm.
“Doctor (L/N), it’s not safe to be running through the halls. The hazard is amplified when one is not paying attention.”
The monotone voice of Commander Spock caused (Y/N) to snap her eyes open and scramble to stand on her own two feet rather than being suspended by her arm.
“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry, Commander! You’re totally right, I wasn’t paying attention-“
“Apology accepted, Doctor,” Spock interrupted her rambling and then walked passed her without waiting for a response. (Y/N) huffed and frowned as she too walked away from the scene of the social crime.
“Well, isn’t he a sweetie,” She grumbled before picking up her pace through the halls, this time paying attention to where she was going.
From then on, “sweetie” was (Y/N)’s nickname for Spock. She was careful to never say it to his face since she had worked with him a lot more since the “incident” but in private and amongst friends, the sarcastic endearment rolled easily off the tongue. It got to the point where she even used it with the Captain.
“Why do you call him that, it’s weird,” Kirk questioned one day over drinks in the lounge.
“Because every time I talk to him, he’s an asshole. I think it’s funny.”
Kirk laughed and sipped his whiskey. “Well, I think you might have a crush on our favorite Vulcan.”
“Oh, I definitely do,” (Y/N) was very direct. Kirk choked on his drink in surprise and coughed as (Y/N) continued, “But that’s out of the equation because I don’t even think Spock thinks about anyone unless they’re useful for something he needs doing.”
(Y/N) downed the last of her drink and shook her head to try to rid herself of the floaty state the alcohol put her in. In the morning, she would regret letting James Kirk in on her best-kept secret but she was not worried about that or anything else except for going to bed.
“Well, speak of the devil,” Kirk said with a smirk. Spock walked in with his hands clasped behind his back and his usual blank expression. Upon noticing the state of his friend and his colleague he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“Oh, hello, sweetie!” (Y/N) laughed at her own words and Kirk couldn’t help but laugh as well. Spock was stunned into silence. He let his hands drop to his sides and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He didn’t know exactly how to respond, she had never called him anything other than his name and rank before. He decided to ignore the sudden endearment.
“Captain, you’re needed on the bridge,” He managed to finally say what he needed to say before quickly turning and leaving the room.
When Kirk took the liberty of retelling the story to (Y/N) the next morning, she was mortified.
The large alien hisses to one of his henchmen in a language (Y/N) doesn’t understand and then another one of them steps forward. In a tone that seemed to be unsure of the words he was saying, he started,
“Our studies show that typically when one human likes another, the feeling is reciprocated,”
“Spock is not human,” (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh before correcting herself, “Well, not all human.”
“Then you have no reason to protect him.”
“That’s not how feelings even work! Not human ones! I admire him and I will protect him but I do not expect any such action from him. Just as I don't expect a sunset to admire me back or for the stars to gaze back at me! Feelings are not about reciprocity!”
“This does not align with our intel,” The big alien was clearly angry, and (Y/N) had a strong feeling that things would not go well from here but as she said she would do her best to protect Spock.
“Regardless of your intel,” (Y/N) scoffed, “Commander Spock has much more important things to do than worry about me or what I’m doing so. I’m of no use to you. Let me go.”
Why did she never know when to shut up?
The large alien’s face stretched into what (Y/N) had to assume was his version of a grin but looked more like he was preparing to eat her. She wouldn’t doubt it if she was being honest.
“If you are of no use for giving information, you can be put to other uses, Doctor.”
“What? Wait!”
The guard to her right started to lead her back toward the door they came through and (Y/N) began to struggle.
“Take her to the nursery, the larvae must be fed,” The big alien ordered with a loud cracking laugh. Just as (Y/N) yanked harshly away from the guard pulling her, the guard to her left took firm hold of her arm once more but instead of leading her forward, he tugged her back into him. Suddenly, he pulled a phaser and shot the other guard. Crying out in fear, (Y/N) struggled once more to get away from this rogue guard as the henchmen began to make their way over to stop him. The guard removed his hood and revealed his face.
“Commander!” (Y/N) gasped and her cheeks reddened. Everyone paused for a brief moment of shock before the big alien roared for his henchmen and guards to seize the two star fleet officers. Spock shot a few more before looking down at (Y/N) with an almost unnoticeable smirk.
“Hello, Sweetie,” He said before moving his grip from (Y/N)’s arm to her hand and pulling her to a run. (Y/N)’s face was warm and it was not because of the running. She couldn’t help but laugh as they ran through the corridors, dodging phasers and guards. “We have to get to the front entrance. That’s the only place Scotty can beam us up!” Spock shouted over his shoulder.
“Right!”
They ran until they reached the front room. Standing in the middle of the room was not the best option but they were only there for a moment before they both felt the familiar feeling of being beamed up to the transport room. Upon their arrival, Spock immediately ushered (Y/N) toward the awaiting Doctor Bones.
“I’m fine! Just a few cuts and bruises. Nothing I haven’t had before,” (Y/N) tried to wave the grouchy Doctor away but he swatted her hands away and then removed the cuffs.
“I’ll be the judge of that, cupcake. You look like you caught on fire.” He was gesturing to the hem of her dress.
“I think for a moment I did,” (Y/N) laughed while Bones shook his head.
“All right, you’re free to go. You too, Spock.”
Bones finally released the two, though he had told Spock that he could leave about twenty minutes ago. The Vulcan had refused. Spock and (Y/N) walked side by side in silence for a while before Spock broke it.
“You have misread me.”
(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at her Commander who was still looking straight ahead. “What do you mean, Commander?”
“My feelings about you. You have misread them.”
Her eyes widened. In the chaos of escape, she had forgotten that Spock was standing right next to her when she basically saying she loved him. Okay, slight exaggeration but she still felt embarrassed.
“Oh.” That was all she said. All she could say. Another time of silence passed.
“I apologize if my actions suggested that I do not enjoy your company,” Spock was deliberate with his words as if he didn’t know if what he was saying was the right thing. The tips of his ears were tinged a faint green when he finally paused in his step to look at (Y/N). She noticed the blush on his ears and couldn’t help the small smile that snuck onto her face.
“So, you like to hang out with me?”
“Well, I’ve never accompanied you in a social setting so it would be illogical for me to say that I like something that I have not tried.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“However, I do enjoy working with you. You are very good at your job, Doctor (L/N),” Spock clasped his hands behind his back so that (Y/N) would not see him picking at his cuticles. He was nervous.
“(Y/N).”
“Pardon?”
“Call me (Y/N). Outside of work obviously,” (Y/N) shrugged and looked away from Spock’s intense gaze.
“(Y/N).” She could’ve melted at the way her name sounded coming from his lips. It was experimental and a bit rigid sounding but it was a start. She finally looked back into Spock’s eyes and smiled brightly.
“Do you want to go get dinner with me, Spock? I’m starving,” (Y/N) resumed her walk, this time in the direction of the cafeteria. She heard Spock’s steps fall in line with hers.
“I highly doubt that you are starving. You always attend normal meal times which means you must have eaten this morning,” Spock said in a matter-of-fact tone. (Y/N) laughed and shook her head.
“It’s an expression, Spock.”
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Green With Envy
Plot: Spock begins to notice an unusual anger coursing through him. With the only reason he can find, being You and Samuel Kirk.
Pairing: Spock (SNW) x GN!Reader
Request: Jealous Spock - pre relationship
Requested By: @anonymousewrites
Warnings: None!
Words: 2.2k
As the sound of your laugh met Spock's ears, he felt his pulse quicken as his eyes darted around. Spotting you in a nearby lounge room, his lip quirked as he spotted a bright smile on your face.
But as his eyes moved to the person your smile was directed at, Spock felt his stomach twist. Samuel Kirk was sitting beside you, showing you something on his personal PAD.
Spock wasn't sure why he suddenly felt, what he could only describe as, angry, as he saw the two of you so close, laughing and smiling together. He and Sam were not particularly close, but why should he make Spock feel like this? How did his mood shift so quickly?
As he looked between the two of you, a thought crossed his mind. Were you two dating? Spock was almost startled at how this thought made him feel. If you were happy, he should be happy. So why wasn't he?
"Spock?"
Spock's eyes met the curious gaze of Commander Riley's. "Commander." He greeted, trying his best to not look back over at you.
"You okay Spock? You look pretty angry."
Spock rose a brow as he tried to collect himself "I am not."
She was clearly unconvinced but just smiled softly "Alright, if you say so."
"I did say so. Excuse me, I am late for a meeting with the Captain." Spock said curtly before he continued down the hall.
Una watched after him before looking into the nearby room. Her eyes quickly found you and Sam as you sat together. Una smiled softly, understanding much quicker than Spock, what was going on in his own mind.
--- --- ---
As Spock walked swiftly down the hall and towards your station, he ignored the impatient feeling in his chest. Ever since he saw you and Sam earlier, he had been wanting to know more about what was going on between you.
He attempted to convince himself that it was solely to make sure you two could remain profession if you were in a relationship. But even he was not so oblivious to his own feelings to know that was a lie. He just wanted to know if you were together. He wanted to know if you were happy. No matter how much the thought of you and Sam together seemed to irk him.
Entering into the room, his eyes scanned around for you. He felt an ache of disappointment when he saw you were not at your station.
"Ensign." He called out to the one in your place. "Where is Lieutenant L/n?"
"Oh, they're with Lieutenant Kirk working on a project."
"A project? Which project?"
The ensign shrugged "I don't know Sir, but they should be just down the hall."
Spock nodded his head as he began to make his way to where he would hopefully find you. Were you skipping out on your shifts just to spend time with Kirk? He took in a deep breath as his chest tightened at the thought.
Hearing your voice in a nearby room, he stepped in spotting you immediately. You were leaning over Kirk's PAD, showing him something.
Spock took in a deep breath "Y/n."
You looked in up surprise as you heard your name. Spock rarely called you by your first name, especially when on duty. You felt your ears burn a bit "Yes?"
"Captain Pike wants you in the mission debriefing."
Looking at the time you mumbled under your breath as you turned to Sam. "You got it from here?"
He smiled at you "Yeah thanks. I'll show you later."
You smiled at him as you began to follow Spock out of the room. Your eyes scanned Spock's face, and you could tell something was off. His face was usually blank, but calm. Now, he had wrinkles in his forehead, and his jaw was clenched tight.
"Is something wrong Spock?"
He looked over at you briefly "No."
You looked forward, feeling a pang in your chest. Something was definitely wrong, but he clearly did not want to discuss it with you
Spock silently chastised himself for his tone as he replied to you. He was not surprised that you could tell something was wrong with him. You could always tell what he was feeling, even when he did not, like now.
After a few moments of silence, Spock could no longer hold in his curiosity. Speaking, in a tone he thought was casual, he glanced over at you "What project are you and Lieutenant Kirk working on?"
Spock's tone was abnormally monotone. "Uhm, I was just helping him figure out what to do for the anniversary."
You saw Spock hesitate in his step for a moment. He looked over at you, clearly stunned "Anniversary? I was unaware you two had been together long enough to have one."
Now it was you who hesitated, well, more like stumbled. "What?" You let out a surprised laugh "No, not mine and Sam's anniversary, his and his wife's anniversary...did you not know he was married?"
Spock now stopped fully as he looked down at you. "No, I did not."
"And you thought he and I were....dating?"
Spock stared at you for a moment "Well, I had seen the two of you recently. And you seemed close, so I assumed."
"Well you assumed wrong." You chuckled as you continued to walk "I was just helping him set up a surprise for her."
Spock watched you closely, feeling a warmth spreading in his chest, and an almost overwhelming feeling of relief. As he felt a smile begin to form on his face, he quickly pushed it down.
"That is very kind of you. I am sorry for making such an assumption without more information."
It was almost impossible not to notice that Spock's voice had lightened considerably, and his face was no longer clenched in distress.
You couldn't help but consider it had something to do with him assuming you and Sam were a couple. You looked over at him and spoke softly "It is a bit unlike you."
"Yes. I agree."
Looking up, Spock noticed you were growing close to the debriefing room. Stopping again, he looked down at you. Before he could speak, he heard both your names called by Pike, who had just arrived as well.
As you were ushered inside, Spock was forced to keep his thought for later. And forced to deal with the impatience that would come with it.
Walking out of the room, and saying goodbye to Uhura and Nhan, you were left with the odd feeling that had settled in your chest.
During the entire mission debriefing, you were aware of Spock's almost constant gaze. Every time you looked over at him, he was looking at you. The only times he was not, was when the Captain asked him a question, but even then, sometimes his eyes would flick back over to you, if only for a second.
This unsettled you, but not in a discomforting way. It made you feel shy, and almost hopeful. The way his mood had shifted from before assuming you and Sam were a couple, to after when he learned this was not true. Something changed, something you had been waiting for. For him to look at you, to see you.
"Y/n."
You felt your heart leap in your chest as Spock's voice came from behind you.
Stopping, and turning, you felt your face and ears burn a bit hotter. "Sir." You greeted, your voice small.
"I was hoping you might be free to have dinner with me tonight."
Your breath seemed to vanish as you stared up at him. "Uh, dinner? Yeah- yes, I'm free."
Spock nodded, and the ghost of a smile sat on his face. "Good. At seven in my quarters then?"
You nodded, clearly bewildered, and even more so when he bowed slightly and let without another word. You watched him disappear before letting out a soft breath "What just happened?"
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Sitting down across from Spock, your heart was beating heavily, your breaths almost forced to stay even. You looked around Spock's quarters, as he set a drink down in front of you.
"Thank you." You said politely as you looked down at the food in front of you.
You felt your ears burning as you realized it was one of your favorite meals. How did he know?
Spock, as if reading your mind, spoke smoothly "I inquired from Captain Pike if the two of you had discussed food, since both of you enjoy cooking. He informed me that this was one of your favorites."
You nodded lightly with a smile "It is, thank you. That's very considerate of you."
As he nodded his head lightly, you thought you saw a small smile, but it passed quickly. As you began to eat, Spock seemed to be lost in thought, so you gently cleared your throat "I have to admit, I was a bit surprised that you asked me to have dinner with you, let alone in your quarters."
Spock shrugged his head "Yes, I know it is very unusual of me to have asked. And the setting I am sure, seems quite personal. But there was a reason behind it."
You smiled "Yes, I assumed so. I hope there's noting wrong?"
"No, there is nothing wrong. Not in the sense, that I am seeking your help for anything."
You nodded softly as you took a bite of food. "I see."
"I thought the topic of conversation I wished to bring up, would be too personal to have in the mess hall."
Your felt your chest tighten "Oh, okay." You nodded, clearly perplexed.
"I lied to you, earlier today in the hall after I found you with Lieutenant Kirk, when you asked if something was wrong." You rose your brow and he continued. "Again, there is nothing wrong in the sense that I a requesting your help, though it does have something to do with you."
"With me?"
He nodded lightly "I was....effected by the thought I had, that you and Samuel Kirk were a couple. At first I thought maybe what I was feeling was due to mine and Kirk's past conflicts. But, once I learned that the two of you were not in a relationship, I felt...relieved, and even glad. It was then that I understood what I was feeling."
As he paused, his eyes locked onto yours and you were sure you stopped breathing.
"Jealousy."
You blinked as you felt your face and ears burn hotter. You swallowed and took in a sharp breath. "You were jealous?"He nodded once, and you nodded your head as well "Okay. Uhm, in what sense?" You asked curiously as you nervously played with your napkin.
Was he jealous that he thought you were in a relationship and he was not. Or was he jealous that he thought you were in a relationship with someone else?
Spock thought for a moment before realizing you were trying to find out for sure what he was jealous about. "I was jealous in the sense that I thought Samuel Kirk was with you, and I was not."
Your mouth fell agape as you processed what he said. "Oh." You muttered softly.
"This makes you uncomfortable?"
You shook your head "No, no it doesn't, it just surprises me that's all."
He frowned a bit "In a...pleasant way?" He asked cautiously.
Realizing he must be struggling to figure out your feelings as you struggled to find your thoughts, you let out a bewildered chuckle.
"Oh, yes, yes it's a good surprise. I mean, I just, never thought you would ever be interested, or even think of me in that way at all."
"I am sorry I never made it more obvious. I must confess, I was unsure if what I was feeling was romantic affection for you, or platonic, as I do consider you a friend. But after the jealousy I felt today, I understand now which it was. And I hope I can assume, since it is a pleasant surprise for you, that you feel the same?"
You were both surprised and amused in the almost shy edge to his voice as he spoke. The way his eyes were a bit wider as he talked, clearly in new territory, and almost nervous.
You smiled at him and nodded "Yes, I do."
"Then, would it be alright, for me to ask if I could court you?"
Your eyebrows shot up a bit "Court me? As in for marriage?"
"That is a common connection. But in this case, I would take notes from a more human stand-point, that I believe you would call 'dating'."
You let out an almost relieved sigh "So, you are asking if you want to date me, like, be my boyfriend? Or whatever the Vulcan equivalent is of that?"
You saw Spock's lips curl into a small smile "Yes, if you would have me, that is."
Feeling a chill run through your body, you smiled, almost shyly. "Yes, Spock, I would have you."
His smile widened a bit as he reached across the table and placed his hand on top of yours. "I am glad. I very much desire to explore these feelings with you Y/n."
You felt your chest grow warmth as he smiled at you, something you did not often see. Looking down at your hands, you turned yours over, so your palms met.
Locking your eyes with him again, you grinned "As am I."
xx End xx
Hope you enjoyed! I struggled a bit with it lol
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Annoy Me
Spock x Reader
A/n: this is my first fanfic so go easy on me. Just thought there needed to be more Spock fics out there! Also this isn't a specific version of Spock I just liked this gif. Also the reader is a wee bit bratty and of a southern persuasion just a warning.
Summary: You can't help but to love hitting on Spock. Much to his annoyance. Anyday now he'll airlock you. And if not him then space hr would surely. But he comes to realize he looks forward to your teasing and even encourages it. The only thing is that it takes you dying for him to realize :(
Warnings: fem reader, angst, fluff, flirting, character death?, blood, injury, drowning, throwing up.
"Whats up hot stuff, what do ya need?" You say laying your pad down with an easy going grin. After all you can't help but to smile, it is a pleasant surprise that is Spock standing in your doorway.
Spock quirks a brow up, "I am neither an item nor is my temperature high." Crossing the threashold he stops about five feet in front of you. Even that is too n close brings butterflies to your belly, jitters to your hands and makes your cheeks feel flush.
"Of course of course. Anyways what's up?" You respond quickly to distract from your flustered feelings.
"I am here to remind you of the away mission scheduled today." He says stoicly, hands pressed firmly behind his back.
"Away mission? Today? I don't remember being told about this..."
"You were messaged about this an hour and fifteen minutes ago." Spock furrows his brow slightly. Had you really been so careless as to not see the message? Or had you read it and forgotten. Spock isn't sure which is more irresponsible. He finds it odd for you to do so. You are normally very hardworking and punctual.
"Oh... I must have over looked it. Not that I'm complaining. I got an excuse to see you." Your eyes scan him from head to toe suggestive yet filled with jest. "After all your company is always more than welcome. Anyways could you summarize the mission for me? Since you're already here and all?"
"It is a standard mission. Simply a small away team to the surface of the planet to gather samples and scout the area."
"Nothings simple or standard when it comes to away missions on the Enterprise... Oh also, who all is on the away team? And more importantly will I have the pleasure of you accompanying?" Oddly enough finding yourself hoping he will be. When had your teases and jokes turned into genuine feelings? You can't help but to wonder...
"Yes I will be on the away team. There will also be two other science officers, three security officers, Dr. McCoy, and yourself. Does that satisfy all of your inquiries?" Spock states with the slightest hint of exasperation.
"Yes it does, thank you very much! You're a lifesaver." You beam at Spock.
"I fail to see how my summarizing of an away mission is saving lives." He dead pans.
He finds himself thinking, ' Why am I dragging this conversation out further? She obviously did not mean her statement in a literal sense. I'm only encouraging her teasing. I must meditate on this later.'
"I look forward to seeing you then." You say genuinely. The only statement you've said so far that wasn't paired with a joke, jest or tease.
Spock responds only with a curtious yet stiff nod. And with arms tucked behind his back he leaves. Leaving only the whoosh of the door behind him.
You breathe easy now that he's gone. Its not that he intimidates you. Well... At least not in a bad way. You just don't know how to behave around him. He makes you forget how to act. Around him you feel like a young dumb girl again.
'Snap out of it, we got a job to do!' You think with a sigh and check your messages. You must prepare for the impromptu away mission.
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"How much longer are we going to be scanning this area?" You ask Spock. You guys had been walking around and scanning for hours now. And you were quickly losing patience. How many unique plants could possibly be on this ice chunk of a planet?
"As I said two times previously only a moment longer." Spock sighs out continuing to scan the evergreen plant in front of him. He had long given up on acting like your whining was anything but annoying.
"Pphff it's too cold! Please hurry up before I lose my limbs to frostbite." You plead to him while shivering.
"I assure you that you still have at least 2.34 hours until serious frostbite would be a concern. As well as the fact complaining will not change that you are cold." Spock barely spares you a glance as he continues moving from plant to plant and scanning some rocks.
"Mr. Spockk I know you are a hotty, but how are you not even the least bit cold right now? The temperature on this planet is ridiculous!" You whine arms crossed like a petulant child.
"I never said I was not cold. I simply have control of my body and can handle it. It is an issue of the mind over matter." Spock calmy states and stands brushing the snow off his pants.
"Now come on, let us begin to our rendezvous point." Spock orders you already walking ahead.
"Hey wait up! Not everybody has pretty long legs like you do you know!" You scurry to catch up to him and luckily he is kind enough to slow his gait for you.
"My legs are not long they are proportional to my body." He says ears flush a twinge of green.
After that comment a silence falls between you two. Only the sound of crunching snow and howling wind can be heard. Said wind is whats responsible for the low visability. You have to be careful to watch your step. Because it's nearly impossible to see much further than a couple feet ahead of you. 'This is going to be a long trek back,' you think with a sigh.
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You finally reach the point where snow meets ice and sigh out a puff of air. Definitely not looking forward to crossing the frozen sea again. Just looking at it gives you the creeps. Despite the fact the ice is thick you can still see the murky black nothingness of the waters below. There's no telling what lurks beneath either.
You and Spock just began to cross when suddenly, "Hey wait Spock! Look out!" A massive beast akin to apolar bear with a set of knarly horns charges towards Spock. There's no time to grasp for your phaser. So you quickly push Spock out of the way. So that the beast collides with you instead. Once it makes contact it rams its horns deep into your abdomen and whips its head side to side painting the ice red with your blood.
Spock in a daze scrambles to pick up your phaser that had fallen. Fumbling with the settings he changes it from stun to kill. Not sparing a moment he locks on to the beast in a burning rage and pulls the trigger twice. The beams hit the beast and it collapses dead.
"Ensign? Ensign?!" Spock looks around frantically. A chill runs down his spine once he sees a hole in the ice. He rushes to the hole and hits his com badge.
Urgently he speaks, "Bones! There has been an accident. My partner has been hurt and is under the ice we will need immediate medical attention." Spock commands urgently.
"What!? Shes hurt? What do you mean under the ice? Whats going on Spock, what happened?! You green blooded hobgoblin expl-" Spock cuts off his com. He rips off his jacket and dives in the water hoping to find you before it is too late.
He swims down quickly and begins feeling around blindly for you. He searches frantically until his lungs begin to burn begging for air. Only then is when he finally latches on to an arm. Without a second to spare he drags you to the surface with him and heaves you guys back onto the ice.
"Ensign? Can you hear me? Stay with me!" Spock begs brushing your hair out from in front of your face. He lays his head against your chest to hear for a heartbeat. He listens closely for any sign of life. Spock begins to feel sick to his stomach when cannot find any and begins to panic.
"I implore you to please breathe. Please..." He begins cpr while his thoughts race. He cannot simply let you die like this. He cannot.
"Please do not do this. I do not give you permission to die. You should have never been so reckless as to do this! You are human and fragile. It was stupid! I could have taken the damage much easier-" he cuts himself off by giving you mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Not long after he started to try and breathe life into you do you jolt up and twist to the side to spew out dark water. The slightly acid water burns n hurts bout as much as it did when you first gulped it in.
Spock rubs your back through all of it while speaking to you. You can only make out bit and pieces of what he says. Mummurs of reassurance and comfort. And whether it's more for you or him is debatable.
When you are done gagging up water you cough out to him, "if you wwantedd tto kiss mme you coulve jus saidd so." Shivering violently you let out a breathless laugh you say, "II'd ddrown more offten if I knew II'd gget a kiss ffrom yyou. Mmakes it worthh iit."
Spock allows a small laugh of suprise to slip from his lips as he wraps you in his jacket. He begins to massage feeling back into your frozen hands. "No please refrain from doing such a reckless thing. I will kiss you as much as you wish without such an action." He begins to apply pressure to your wound with his unoccupied hand. You wouldn't die today and he'd still have to listen to your teasing and deal with your flirting. But he's grateful and he would have it no other way.
A/n: hope you enjoyed the fic! If you have any suggestions or criticism feel free to leave a comment. I'm very much a noob to fanfic writing especially on tumblr. Thanks for reading!
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My fics
Xedgin
Finding; a not so human Xenk discovering human feelings
Half-vampire!Edgin series; enemies to it's complicated
Romance in the time of LoveChat; romance writer!Ed and online dating AU
Xedgin in 100 words; drabble colletion
Edgin Darvis' last heist; breaking up and making up
AOS Spirk
5 wrong kisses (+1 right kiss); aliens made them kiss
It's the most wonderful time of the year; winter holidays and family drama
An elegant solution series; Vulcan Reform arranged marriage
Ri va'ne; cadet!Kirk and Vulcan strip clubs
5 people confused by the relationship between Kirk and Spock (+1 person who understood it); queerplatonic/ambiguous slash
Crawl home to him; not really character death (?), mutual pining
TOS Spirk
A heart even more your own; Persuasion AU
How to find the perfetc partner for your Vulcan, a compendium by James T. Kirk; old (almost) married spirk
Mirror Spirk
A Thorn in his side; Kirk "haaaates" Spock
5 bad days aboard the ISS Enterprise; denial of feelings and humor
Other Trek
Trektober 2023; oneshot collection; AOS-TOS-mirror spirk, spones, mckirk, mcspirk & others
No masters or kings (when the ritual begins); mcspirk aliens made them do it, pining
Fic recs
Spirk 1, 2
Mcspirk 1
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Hey, have you got any Spock/Kirk fic recommendations? I've already read a bunch, but your Vulcan posts are always interesting, I'm sure You've got some good fic recs.
One of my favorite Spirk fics of all time is Observations Part 1/2 by anon-j-anon. It's SO GOOD and well written. It's perfect if you like long fics.
It's basically a running commentary on everything that's happening on the Enterprise, from Spock's POV. It's both hilarious and sad.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43993807/chapters/110614654
I’ve been wanting to make a post like this but I’m so bad at keeping track of fics (seriously, I have no bookmarks, nothing saved, everytime I wanna reread one I just go on the long hunt for it)
So, I went back and found some that I liked (unfortunately couldn’t find all that I really wanted to share, but today’s been a busy day, and if I put this off then this ask will be left to rot in my inbox)
These are all completed fics with developing relationship, these are also not the actual descriptions just my descriptions for them
https://archiveofourown.org/works/4241025/chapters/9595551
I’ve already recommended this one on my blog but y’all are gonna hear about it again!! One of my absolute favorite aos fics!! Essentially, Jim is bad at making wishes (but it’s not like the one who’s granting his wishes is making it easy on him), there’s very very mild angst (my heart goes out to him on wish #2), and everything gets wrapped up nicely on the last chapter! Everyone should check out this fic at least once in my opinion
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45298468
Kirk finds Spock a man, tos version (there’s an aos fic somewhere with the same concept but it goes very differently, couldn’t find it rn tho)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44864332/chapters/112882420
Love in the form of homemade beverages
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44873377
Kirk fucks Spock Prime, aos Spock takes issue with that (mostly smut with jealousy)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42680841
Spock thinks Kirk’s trying to commit suicide but that’s not what’s actually happening, it’s short but I still love how aos Spock is characterized in this
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41198433
Spock hits his head and thinks he’s a Romulan pirate, it’s an absolute travesty that this is a quick oneshot only
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27563158
Had to end this list with another major favorite of mine, this one’s a tos fic with “foot in mouth” disease in a few failed interviews (finally) leading to a natural conclusion
#sorry I didn’t have time to look through the fic you mentioned#so with my luck the fics I’ve recommended are probably not to your taste at all 😭😭😭#star trek#spirk#fic recs#spock prime#s’chn t’gai spock#Spock#jim kirk#james t kirk#james tiberius kirk#ask#ask box
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The Found Part of Lost
Synopsis: When on the way back to the station, you and Spencer find a friend on the side of the road.
A/N: another “this was supposed to be a drabble” oneshot. Very soft, very cute. I tried my best but it feels rushed and it’s missing a certain sense of something.
Warnings: discussions of Star Trek, reader driving, lost puppy, Spencer driving
Word Count: 1k
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“I’m just saying that if Spock and Captain Kirk were in love, one of them would’ve said so.” I rolled my eyes at Spencer. He was unwilling to see the signs I clearly saw between two characters.
“Spencer- when Future Spock meets Kirk in JJ Abrams 2009 Star Trek, before he even says ‘I am Spock’ he says ‘I have been, and always shall be, your friend.’! That sounds like marriage vows!” From the edge of my peripheral vision, I could see Spencer roll his eyes at me now. This would be something we would just continue to argue back and forth about. It was friendly banter though, considering our line of work and the stakes of our everyday lives.
Currently, we were driving back to the local station after visiting the first location they had found a body in this case, and Spencer needed to check something that didn’t show in any of the photos taken by the CSI Unit photographer. We were on some back road, nothing but trees in our view, a few houses tucked in the middle of them. The two lane road was mostly empty, except for the occasional car that would brake in front of us to turn into a driveway. It was still early evening though, a cool breeze blowing in through the window as we continued down the road. But the further we went, I noticed something running along the edge of the pavement where it met the dirt and grass on the side. “Oh no!” I cooed out, pulling the SUV over, immediately turning on the hazards as I cut the engine.
“What are you doing?” Spencer started sitting up in his seat, simultaneously unfastening his seatbelt.
“Do you not see it?” I was exiting the vehicle now, Spencer also exiting from his side. A few feet ahead of us, was a puppy sniffing and walking alongside the road. “Hey buddy.” My voice dropped a bit as I lowered down to the ground, trying to get the puppy’s attention. It looked back at us, stopping in its steps as I got closer. Slowing down, I went into a squat, holding my hand out for it. “Hey, where’s your home?”
“I don’t think-“ Looking over my shoulder, I tried to hush Spencer as the puppy slowly approached me. It stopped in front of me as I held my hand towards its nose. It was sniffing the surface before lowering its head a bit more. Testing the boundary, I started to pet its head, brushing the fur back as it eased into my touch. “What if it has a disease?” Spencer was worrying behind me, trying to look over my shoulder at the interaction.
“It’s a baby Spencer.” With both hands, I went to pick up the puppy, quickly holding it to my chest. “Do you think Hotch will let us-“
“Us?!” I was caught in the puppy dog, doe eye stare. It was so helpless, triggering the nerve in me that wanted to take care of such a small thing. Walking past him, I made my way towards the back of the SUV.
“Spencer, I need you to drive back to the station.”
“Me?!”
“Yes Spencer, you!” In the trunk, I found a discarded box for it to ride in along with a towel that I could use to line the interior of the box. Taking the passenger seat, I navigated buckling my seatbelt with the box in my lap, the puppy looking over the sides to assess its surroundings. Spencer watched me from the driver's seat now, shaking his head as he started the car. “What?”
“Hotch isn’t going to let you take him on the jet.” Picking him up from the box, I confirmed whether it was a boy or a girl before looking back to Spencer, trying to put on my best puppy eyes in return.
“Why not?” I began to pout, running my hand over the back of his head as he shook with anxiety in the box. “What should we name him?”
Putting the car back in drive, we continued driving towards the station again. “Because a FBI jet is no place for a puppy and besides, he’s probably lost from around here. You would have to get a vet assessment before you leave, we should just drop it off at a shelter.” Ignoring the many facts he was bringing up, I looked back to the puppy in my lap.
“I think we should name him Spock.” I was picturing it now, taking the little guy home to my apartment back in D.C. How fun it would be to have a little fur baby running around the house.
“Okay, you’re not naming him after a half human, half vulcan.” He was trying to reason with me now despite insisting he needed to go to a shelter.
“What about Jim?” I voiced, thinking it was ironic that Captain Kirk often wore the yellow uniform while this puppy had golden fur. Things were only clicking into sense in my head.
“A dog named Jim?”
“After James Tiberius Kirk-“
“I know the connection but- Hotch isn’t going to let you keep this puppy, I’m sorry.”
Spencer was in fact wrong. When we returned to the station, Hotch did immediately just look at the two of us and the golden fur wrapped in the towel. It was a quick “no,” but as I explained the story, he started to soften ever so slightly under the stern exterior he often tried to exude. We reached a deal in that we would contact the local shelter and veterinarian, give a description of the dog and where we found him. When all work at the station had been wrapped up, Spencer and I would take him to the vet so they could scan for a chip in hopes of finding the owner.
The case closed after three days and on our way to the jet, we picked up the first puppy to board the BAU jet, a welcomed passenger on our way back to Quantico. When a quiet atmosphere took over the cabin of the jet, I couldn’t help but notice how Jim had curled up at Spencer’s feet, both asleep. I smug smirk moved over my lips and I tried to fight off the pride it was giving me, the sense of knowing better. “Don’t let this be a repeating occurrence.” Hotch spoke beside me, looking over another case file in this lap.
“It won’t. I promise.” Silence settled over us again.
“You really named the little guy Jim?” I nodded, meeting his gaze when I looked back over to him. “I’m guessing after Captain Kirk.”
“The best Jim.” A laugh escaped with his exhale, a smile moving over his lips now.
Tell me what you think here!
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