#jim kirk needs a hug

[emi-gelfling]

For those of y'all that are hardcore aos fans, this particular storyline and setup will be unfamiliar. But no matter their universe, spirk be spirking; and the fluff/angst combo never fails to hit!

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[brushes-of-sage]

BRUH

I never finished watching Beyond and starting it now it’s like… HOLY FRICK THE TRAUMA OF LOSING SO MANY OF YOUR CREW AS YOU’RE QUESTIONING WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU’RE MEANT TO DO

I’m literally here trying not to cry ‘cause I’m too empathetic over Kirk’s upcoming guilt festival 😭

[lichqueenlibrarian]

someone please hug the captain

[starrylol]

Jim finds an injured mer on his walk across the coast, McCoy is scared of being killed by this mysterious fisherman.

Day 1 of mckirk week - First contact @mckirkevents

[katierosefun]

obsessed with harvey in season 7 because you think that man can’t be any more disastrous but then he’s dating his therapist and inventing a new job for his boyfriend (cough) former employee who he hired illegally the first time around and he’s stressed and having a bad time and also his abandonment issues are still kicking and screaming in the background

[janeykath318]

A Time To Hurt (Bones x Reader)

The Captain was sitting at his desk in his ready room when you were admitted, PADD in hand. 

“What can I do for you, Lieutenant?” Kirk asked, swiveling around to face you. 

You took a deep breath and held out the PADD to him, Launching into the speech you’d been preparing for days now.

“Captain, I am requesting a transfer, Sir. I have come to the conclusion that given the circumstances, it is in the best interests of both Dr. McCoy and myself that I leave this ship for good. It has been a privilege serving on the Enterprise, but I’d rather not run the risk of causing him any more distress by an accidental encounter.”

Kirk nodded, even as the look on his face grew intensely sad. He was Leonard’s best friend and  you knew this whole ordeal had taken a toll on him as well. It was difficult to watch someone you cared about struggle so much. 

“I’ll be very sorry to lose such a fine officer,” he said, “but I’ll process this for you if you’re sure about this.” 

“Very sure,” you said, trying to keep your voice from cracking. It was killing you to leave this ship, leave Leonard, but you considered yourself to be a massive roadblock to his healing. 

Six weeks ago, he’d been held hostage and tortured by sadistic shape shifting aliens that had taken your form when committing atrocities toward him. He’d almost died from blood loss and couldn’t be around you unless others were in the same room to assure him you were actually you. You knew he loved you and knew you hadn’t actually done anything, but his tormentors had done a much too thorough job of mimicking you and left him a wreck both physically and psychologically. 

He’d asked to take a break from the relationship while he tried to work through his trauma, and you’d readily agreed, even switching to gamma shift once he’d returned to duty to avoid causing any incidents due to an accidental encounter. 

Unfortunately, things hadn’t really improved and your conversations became more and more awkward. 

The memory was etched in your brain of your first attempt to visit Leonard in Medbay. 

He’d been fine for a few minutes, but cringed away from you when you tried to scoot closer. 

“S-sorry, darlin’” he’d apologized. “I guess I’m still a little jumpy. Those sick bastards really screwed me up. I swear they looked just like you.”

“I heard,” you managed, guilt knifing through you. “I’m so glad you made it, Len. I would have gone down there and wiped out all my evil doppelgängers if Jim had let me. They really worked you over good, babe.” 

He was recovering from a broken leg, arm, and horrible wounds over his entire body, from the beatings and whippings and stabbings he’d taken. The regenerator was being kept very busy on Leonard McCoy.

“Sure did,” He rasped with a grimace. “Thought it would never end. I kept telling myself it wasn’t you, but my brain is still on edge about it.”

He’d looked so tense that you’d cut your visit short, unable to cause him anymore stress. 

“Have you told him?” Jim asked you quietly.

“I’m going to send him a message once the transfer is confirmed. He won’t have to see me ever again.”

Your voice cracked a little bit as a touch of the heartbreak you were feeling burst through your stoic exterior. 

Jim rose from his chair and pulled you into a comforting hug, which your touch starved soul greatly appreciated. 

“I should have been checking up on you, Y/N. It’s plain Bones is not the only one suffering terribly from this. I’m so sorry we weren’t able to protect him and get to him sooner.”

You could hear the pain and regret in his voice as he released you. 

“If only we were omnipotent,” you said, with a weak attempt at a smile. “What hurt me the most was the terror in his eyes when he looked at me, and that man is not scared of much, unless it’s transporters and things that fly.”

Jim managed his own weak grin before he turned back to his desk.

“I’ll get this sorted for you, Y/N. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask. I’m sorry it came to this. I know you two adore each other.”

“Yeah, but sometimes love means letting someone go,” you said sadly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you retreated.

Three days after this conversation, Leonard was resting in his quarters, trying to keep his mind busy with medical journals when his door chime buzzed. Unsurprised to see Jim on the other side, he sighed and beckoned him in.

“What do you need, Jim?” 

“I wanted to see how you’re doing, Bones. They miss you in Medbay.”

“I bet they do,” Leonard said with the ghost of a smile. “I miss them, too. You look so serious, Jim. I’ll be okay, you know that.”

“Physically, yes,” Jim agreed. “You’re too stubborn not to. It’s the other stuff I’m worried about. I was asked to give you this,” He handed Leonard a paper envelope with your familiar handwriting on it. 

He looked up at Jim with dread in his eyes.

“This what I think it is?” he asked quietly.

“Not my place to tell,” Jim said sadly. “I’ll leave you to it.”

He withdrew and Leonard stared at the envelope like it was a ticking bomb for several minutes. Jim’s face had said it all. He cursed his tormentors again as he carefully opened the envelope and took out a sheet of old fashioned stationary, covered in your writing. 

Dear Leonard,

 This is the hardest letter I’ve ever written, but after careful thought I have decided to put in for a transfer. The Captain approved it and I will be leaving next week. I feel like you deserve to heal without having to worry about the prospect of being accidentally triggered by me again. I love you, Len, and I always will, but Sometimes love means having to make really, really hard decisions. I want you to feel safe again, dear. I will miss you and will always be rooting for you no matter where I am.

Tears blurred his vision as he finished the letter. He was so sad and so angry at the injustice of it all. Those sadistic aliens had wrecked everything and he wondered how much longer he could continue in Starfleet. 

He thought about the first moment he’d seen you, laughing with one of your friends during mess, and how instantly attracted he’d been, going so far as to ask Spock who his new science minion was. 

The two of you had clicked from the start, your cheery sarcasm a good balance for his grumpy version. He’d loved your smile, your eyes, the little birthmark on your neck, your zeal for the pursuit of knowledge, and your awkward, but well meaning social skills. 

Now, that was all gone thanks to those damned shapeshifters. He cursed space and its perils all over again.

As you were preparing to transport to the ship that would be your new post, Jim came down in person to see you off. Wishing you well and shaking your hand firmly.

“I gave you a very strong recommendation and Spock added his as well, so they will know they’re getting one of the best geologists in the Fleet,” the captain said. “Take care, Lieutenant.”

“Thank you, Captain,” you replied softly, “Try not to give Len too many grey hairs. He doesn’t need hypertension along with all the other things he’s got going on.”

“Too late for that!” Len’s voice grumbled from behind Jim. “I found three more grey hairs last week.”

“Bones! What are you doing here?” Jim asked his friend worriedly. “We were trying to make this as quick and trigger free as possible.”

Leonard still looked a little rough, but much better than he had in weeks, which comforted you in your sadness at leaving him. 

“I had to say good-bye, Y/N,” he told you. “I couldn’t let my last memory of you be a false one. Look at me, darlin’.”

You hesitatingly raised your eyes to his, fearful of inciting another episode, but Leonard stared right back in your eyes with his gorgeous hazel ones. You held your breath, and time seemed to slow down. 

After about a minute, he took a deep breath, and stepped a little closer to you.

“They never could fake your pretty eyes right,” he commented. “Now that I look closely, it’s even more obvious. The soul wasn’t there. Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Being you. Never stop being you.”

Your face crumpled and you narrowly avoided a sob.

“I’m gonna miss you, Len,” you whimpered into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “Please let the counselors and doctors help you. Don’t let those aliens win.” 

“I think I already did,” he said, pulling back with a look of deep regret on his face. 

He watched the transporter beams take you away, not even attempting to mask his breaking heart. 

[branwenjade]

James got really into comparative religious mythology while he was recovering from his time on Tarsus IV. Which in turn fed a need to learn the languages that the mythologies were originally written in.

His favorite myth turned out to be an ancient, pre-reform Vulcan tale. Jim didn't really believe in the tales, but something about the story drew him in.

It spoke of a deity, one that not even Vulcans could accurately say was male or female or something else entirely, a being of love that had drawn members of the various warring tribes to his/her/their side. An entity who had mourned as their planet fell into madness, a god who had been powerless to stop the wars and destruction.

What had drawn Jim in so deeply was the fact that the legend was spoken of on multiple planets, the name only changed to match the naming conventions of whatever world that the myth appeared, and the fact that the myths all came to be years before any of the worlds went to space.

James begged his parents to let him go to Vulcan, where the earliest mentions of the myth originated, and finally the summer after his 16th birthday his entire family traveled to Vulcan.

Jim knew that they were only humoring him due to guilt at what he'd gone through, but cherished the chance to dig deeper into the mystery. After they'd settled in to their housing, the Kirk family made their way to the ancient temple that Jim wished to study at.

He'd been on Vulcan for a month, barely leaving the temple, barely speaking to anyone but the few priests and priestesses that made the temple their home, when a new person came to join the daily lessons.

The Vulcan was young, not as young as Jim was, but close enough in age to him that his presence was startling, as besides himself the youngest members of the priesthood who resided there was over a century old. He, too, was startled by Jim's presence in the temple.

"In all of my visits to this temple I have never encountered anyone younger than myself, nor have I encountered a non-Vulcan."

"What can I say? I found the texts when I was... recovering from... Let's just say that I had a lot of time on my hands..."

The young Vulcan raised his brow, as while he'd addressed Jim in Standard Jim had replied in Vulcan, "They are... pleasing. A... comfort when..."

"... proof that someone, something out there gives a damn about you when everything, everyone else is telling you that you don't matter..."

"... that even if you are... wrong, defective, do not have a valid reason for existence..."

"... that you are wanted and loved and have a reason to exist, that you aren't just taking up space and resources that someone more worthy, more deserving could use..."

"Yes. You... understand," and Jim could hear the brokenness in the other young man's voice, something so deeply emotional that it startled him to hear coming from a Vulcan. "My... contemporaries... I am an abomination to them. Not really Vulcan, but neither Human."

"You're special. Something new, and sometimes... kids can be cruel to those who are different."

They fell into silence as one of the priests began teaching from the ancient texts, only speaking when asked questions.

When the sky grew dark Jim's heart broke the tiniest bit when he saw his new friend, who he'd never gotten the name of, picked up his belongings to leave.

...

Jim smiled as he hugged his brother, letting Sam drag him to the rec room. His breath caught in his throat when he noticed the Vulcan playing chess across the room, and found himself staring. His thoughts raced, even after 10 years, he never forgot that face.

Later that evening he finally had a name to go with the face that had haunted and blessed his memories over the last decade.

"Do you still study..." Spock had asked him soon after they'd been finally introduced.

"I try to make a yearly pilgrimage to the temple. I... I'd hoped to see you again... but..."

"I left for Earth and Starfleet Academy the day after we met. I have thought of you."

"Same. I... okay this is going to sound forward but... There's a connection, I'm not just imagining that?"

...

It had been years since Spock had last stepped foot into the temple, and yet everything was exactly how he remembered it, save for a single new painting, an image of two young men, heads leaned close as they look down at the text before them, one Human, one Vulcan, himself and his James, and Spock couldn't help but reach out to touch the much younger face of the man who stood at his side on the painting. The old pains and hurts evident on their painted visages. He looked over at his companion, his best friend, his love, his mate, and bowed his head in reverence to the deity who had drawn them, two broken hurting young men, to each other's side.

Jim intertwined his fingers with Spock's, knowing that no one in this place would be offended by the show of their love the act represented. He smiled softly at his love, his soon to be husband, and gave a thanks to the one god he actually believed in for bringing him the love of his life.

[softthyla]

it started out with a kiss how did it end up like this

spirk | 2k | fluff

Jim Kirk kissed him today. Spock rolls over in bed and grabs onto his pillow, squeezing it to his chest. Jim kissed him.

He squirms in place, burying his face in the pillow. It was only a little kiss, but it was a kiss. Jim kissed him. His attempt to meditate away the resulting emotions failed, and he is left to wrestle with them here in his bed.

He finds himself kicking his legs, overwhelmed. They were on the bridge, minding their duties, and Jim came to stand near him to discuss their mission, and then when he went to leave, Jim touched two fingers to his for just a second. Spock didn’t have time to respond in any way, only to stand there frozen like a fool while Jim walked off the bridge.

By the time he returned, Spock had gotten himself back together and returned to his work, and of course they couldn’t discuss it. Not in front of the crew.

He had hoped they could discuss it later, alone, but Jim had a meeting with the doctor after dinner and Spock had reports to file, so he’d ended up back in his quarters alone, filled with whatever jittery emotion this was.

It makes him want to laugh. Jim kissed him. Jim kissed him. He’s been in love with him for 3.268 years, assuming that it was inevitably one-sided, and yet today Jim has disproved that. A kiss!

Not that they can do anything about it. Starfleet would surely frown upon a romantic relationship between the two of them, considering their positions, and so they must wait out the remaining eighteen months of their mission. But surely they can trade stolen, small kisses between now and then? Nothing untoward, of course—humans kiss each other often in small ways, and it is not taken as indication of a romantic relationship. All they need to do is maintain plausible deniability until they’re back in San Francisco.

Spock rolls onto his back, still hugging his pillow. Jim. Part of him wants to run through their shared bathroom and knock on Jim’s door, sneak into his quarters so that he can see him right now and kiss him again. He wants so badly to kiss him properly, to kiss him back, to make sure Jim knows how much he appreciates him and wants to be with him, too.

This love has grown in him like a weed, like a cancer, and it is only now that he begins to see it as something else, something that could be a force of good in his life instead of merely a source of pain. Jim kissing him has opened his eyes to the possibility of something he never imagined for himself, a future of contentment with a proper bondmate, and he’s suddenly very eager to have it.

Spock is so happy he can’t contain it: Jim kissed him! They’re going to be together and get married once this mission is over and his whole life has been changed for the better! One small problem: Jim has no idea it was a kiss.

[ensignsimp]

Love Languages TOS HCs: Kirk, Spock, McCoy

Prompts: How do the TOS Kirk, Spock, and McCoy show their love and what are some things they love to do with their partner.

James T. Kirk

Words of Affirmation

He loves to give pep talks, and enjoys receiving them when he needs them.

When you call him "Captain or Sir" in the gentlest tones he practically melts.

If you run your fingers through his hair and call him a "Good Boy or Good Captain.", he feels completely renewed and invigorated.

He'll call you all sorts of cute pet names; "Sunshine, Honey-Bun, Sweetie."

But he needs you when he calls you; "My Sunshine, My Star, My Ensign."

He'll lay in your lap while you stroke his hair and remind him of how great of a leader he is, and how much you love him.

"Ensign, I need you. I need my sunshine."

Physical Touch

He feels so lonely when he can't hold your hand.

While on the bridge he gives you firm pats on the back, ruffles your hair, kisses your hand, or even sneaky hugs from behind.

If you initiate the physical touch that is even better, he can practically feel the love flowing from your fingers.

During your off-hours, he will constantly be looking for cuddles and snuggles.

He even whines and groans if he has to get up or if you have to get up. He's so cute when he's pouty.

He loves to lay in your lap and have you run your fingers through his hair while you read to him.

Jim: "I feel so lost without you, take me in your arms, and promise to never let go."

Ensign (L/N): "Jim, we're working and you're standing five feet away from me."

Jim: "That's too far!"

Quality Time

He wants to spend as much time with you as possible, but he wants to make it meaningful.

The two of you read to each other, as well as play games, dance, and do a variety of other things.

He likes to have "in-quarters" dates because he feels like he can be more of himself around you.

He loves to have movie dates where you take turns picking movies and making snacks.

He will totally do your nails and braid your hair.

You two will most definitely hold the best slumber parties in Star Fleet history.

"I think this shade suits you better don't you think? After this, we can watch that new rom-com that just came out on Vulcan."

S'Chn T'Gai Spock

Acts of Service

In Vulcan Culture what you do for each other is more than what you say.

While he loves to help you and ensure you're well taken care of, when you do the same for him he knows that you care.

If you notice that he may be overwhelmed and step in to assist him you can practically hear his heart pounding.

He always appreciates it if you help him with the task and work on it together.

If you forgot to finish a report don't worry he'll help you finish.

If he is struggling on the bridge, you're there to take orders and provide additional aid!

Spock: "Thank you for your help, Ensign. I appreciate the assistance."

McCoy: "Get a room!"

Quality Time

He loves it when you spend time together, even if it's some mindless task or chore.

He does try to find more interesting ways of spending time together.

He may teach you things about his culture; how to read, write, and speak Vulcan, how to play the Vulcan Harp, and how to cook Vulcan meals.

He may ask you to show him things you enjoy; your favorite books, your favorite meals, your favorite activities, etc.

He may even propose trying new things together; such as taking a class or workshop.

Anything and everything he can do with you is always greatly appreciated by him.

"If you are interested in further study might I recommend this. I think you may enjoy it."

Physical Touch

He is so touch-starved, and all he wants to do is hold hands.

When you first hold hands it was a bit of a shock to feel your minds link.

Soon the two of you could barely keep your hands off of each other.

He's always reaching out for an ozh'esta (* finger embrace). (Just like his father. *cough**cough*)

When the two of you are alone in your quarters he enjoys sitting across from you, pressing his forehead against yours and holding your hands.

He feels so comforted by your touch. You ease his mind bringing him so much warmth and comfort.

" When I am with you, it is as if I have found another part of myself I did not know I was missing."

Leonard McCoy

Quality Time

McCoy values time with you above all else.

He prefers to spend his off hours wrapped up in a large fluffy blanket cuddled with you.

He does like to do fun things like take you dancing or going for moonlit shore walks.

But because he spends most of his time in sickbay he prefers to sit and not move as much as possible.

He feels bad that he can't do what a younger partner might.

But you always reassure him by greeting him in your pajamas and a fuzzy robe.

Ensign L/N: *wearing an old fuzzy bathrobe and slippers* "You want to stay in tonight? I found an old western movie and picked up some ice cream from the commissary."

McCoy: *trying not to cry* "That's the best idea I've heard all day. I love you so much damn it."

Acts of Service

He hates to see you get hurt but always loves it when you visit him.

When you get sick or hurt he stops everything he's doing to help you.

When he gets sick or hurt and you stop everything you're doing to help him, he's a mess.

He kind of likes it when you're bossy with him, making sure he's drinking water and eating.

You always make sure he's well looked after and you always visit him regularly.

A doctor's favorite patient may be one he doesn't see but he'd prefer if you stop by now and again.

"Stop your belly-achin' and relax. I'll check on you again soon. You're lucky I love you so much."

Words of Affirmation

He doesn't show it often but he can get insecure about your relationship.

He doesn't feel like he's up to the task like he used to be when it comes to romance.

You'll sometimes see him looking in the mirror longer or running his hands over his stomach.

But when you compliment him or tell him how much you love him all of his worries disappear.

He gets all grumpy at first until you coax out the truth.

He will let you know what is bothering him and you'll make sure to help him through it one step at a time.

"Some days I don't even know why you'd want to spend time with an old man like me. But I always appreciate that you do."

[muirmarie]

once again something that might be incredibly boring to people (INCREDIBLY likely) or maaaaaybe some vaguely interesting writing stuff, idk I really, really can't tell lmao (sorry sorry please feel to fully and absolutely ignore this)

anyway i was going through various fic notes, and I found the alternate (unfinished) feelings-reveal to the touch-starved mcspirk fic - pull you in and hold you tight (love you through the heart of night) - that I'd fully forgotten about aha

What I ended up with was very close to my original plan, but I was worried it was too similar to one of my other fics (I don't know why I worried lollll, all my fics are similar to my other fics, I very much have a tiny lane that I stay in lmao), and this was the other (unfinished) option I was playing with. It didn't click for me, though - given the build-up I'd written, with McCoy repeatedly losing ground to their we-care-about-you-buddy advance, this imo shifted the dynamic too much, and I just couldn't get it to feel right, so I scrapped it and went back to my original plan, with Kirk pushing the issue, instead. Importantly, this one is an externalized fight, as well (I DO love a fight), and I fully removed that element from the fic.

In the actual story, McCoy gets to process and debate internally, and it's all under the surface, with Spock (and Kirk, although it's Spock POV) watching it happen through that meldspace! And tbh I think that worked a lot better, having it be all internal - as much as I do love a good fight, I think it would've lessened the build I'd been working towards by externalizing it. Plus, it was fun to write how him pulling away looked to Spock and Kirk in that meldspace - mind melds are just So Neat, and I really love how much room they give to explore!

but anyway, if you're curious, this is what i decided Wasn't going to work!

this picks up when they're in the surface level meld, when Kirk is trying to sell McCoy on weekly cuddling sessions (lol), except in this version, McCoy (still) thinks they can tell how he feels, but he decides to shut Kirk down instead of retreating.

“Come on, Jim, you don't need to lie to me, it's fine. But you see how weekly cuddling sessions could be a little much for me, right? Let alone for poor Spock, who I am very sure does not need to hear whatever he's gotta be picking up on right now.” [Jim response: he's confused] “Jim. You always know when someone's interested in you. You've clocked who was going to hit on you within two minutes of walking into one of those hideous diplomatic parties. You always know.” “You won't even hug me of your own volition and I'm supposed to know that you're interested in me? Bones, anytime I try to flirt with you, you shut me down!” “You don't—you don't flirt with me!” McCoy snaps. “You—you joke around, and pretend to, which I assume is your way of saying that you don't mind that I—” “I've told you how good you look without a shirt on three times tonight!” Kirk yells. “That's just how you are!” McCoy yells back. “You really think I'd pretend to flirt with you if I knew you—” “You were letting me down easy! You were—“ McCoy abruptly breaks off, his expression faltering. “I'm sorry, you really didn't know? So I—I just told you?” “Doctor,” Spock says, finally cutting in, “your surface level thoughts have....not implied that you were interested in me in that manner.” “That's it,” McCoy says, struggling against their arms in an admittedly undignified manner, “that's it, let go of me, I need to go take that shuttle back to the planet and hide out there for at least another month, or maybe go walk out of an airlock, so just—” Spock tightens his grip, and he can feel Kirk doing the same. “Give us a minute to play catch up, will you?” Kirk says, scowling. “I've given you all the minutes I intend to,” McCoy says. “I knew I shouldn't have let you—I told you I needed to get my head on straight, I shouldn't—I never would have said—” “That was not a rejection, Leonard,” Spock says.

[writingsfromstarfleet]

[Spock] The Other Kirk

♫ - Spring Day - BTS

A/N: Hello! I think I've written something similar before, honestly I don't remember, but if anyone is still reading these or is still here, enjoy! Hugs! x

for @lovinghufflepuffgirl <3

fem! pronouns (she/her) :)

Growing up, Iowa was life in the fast lane, and things were always constantly moving. The Kirk's were a well-known family, whether it was for your father, Lieutenant George Kirk, and his work in Starfleet, or it was your brother, Jim Kirk, and his truanting and general misbehaviour. America was entirely different to space, and you quickly found that out on your first assignment in Starfleet. 

Life on the Enterprise was definitely different to normal life. There were people of different races, species, genders; you name it, it was here. All beings from outer space worked together towards one common goal and it was a close community aboard the ship. You yourself, were human. From Riverside, Iowa on Earth, you were the sister of the Captain, and that didn't really make life too simple. 

Despite the difference, your brother stuck up for you no matter what, whether it was earth or the academy, it didn't matter. You were his pride and joy, and he would protect you with his life. 

By nature, your brother Jim was loud, obnoxious and confident. There never really was anything he wouldn't do, the man had confidence built from steel. You guessed that's what came from being the Captain. You were the polar opposite of him. Quiet as a whole, you kept your books and studies to yourself, always picking a small, closed off corner of the mess hall to sit in. Most people talked to you in relation to your brother, never really anything else. But, you weren't too offended. 

There was always someone a little different, though; Spock.

Your brothers first officer, Spock was always by his side, or on the bridge as acting captain. But, on the semi-rare occasion he wasn't, Spock tended to join you in the corner without much being said between you. In a way, you quite enjoyed it. It was a mutual understanding; you knew he didn't always favour talking, and so a simple smile and a nod of acknowledgement before you both delved back to your datapads and meals, was enough.

This pattern developed over time, and you found yourself sat with him more and more. Conversations started to naturally come between you, and before long, you were learning more and more about him, as he was you. One day, was different, it was still the same old routine, but the conversation was different.

"Good evening, Y/N," Spock started, placing his pad and drink down on the table. "How are you doing?"

"Hi Spock, I'm doing well, thank you, I'm a little stressed out over this, but other than that, it's good." Spock saw your face, brows furrowed but still trying to maintain your usual polite smile. "How are you?"

"I am well, thank you. Perhaps I can help you with that." 

Spock spun his pad round and sat down next to you for the first time. Usually, he was less personal and more formal, tending to always sit across from you. But this time, Spock chose the seat next to you instead. You suddenly felt nervous, though you had no real reason to be. Spock took your pad from you, fingers brushing delicately across your own for a second. Though it was only that second, the feeling lingered for a while. Spock stared at you for a moment, and quickly diverted his eyes down. If you hadn't known any better, you'd say his cheeks went a little red. 

"What is it you need help with?" he asked, voice low.

"I just don't understand any of it, I'm trying my best but I can't make sense of what feels like a thousand pages of writing." 

Spock sat with you for nearly two hours, explaining and writing and helping you where he could. It felt like he had been there all night, and as he spoke and talked you through everything paragraph by paragraph, eventually, it started to sink in and you began to understand. Even being Vulcan, Spock could not hide the pride on his face and a small smile after you explained the study back to him. 

"Well done, Y/N, I am impressed." His voice was different, and it sounded happy. His tone and smile told you that.

"You're smiling, you must be proud," you laughed out, and quickly got nervous again. "I, uh, didn't mean it like that if I offended you or-"

"Do not worry, I am proud. You have managed to learn something you did not know. That is an achievement and you should be proud too."

"I couldn't have done it without you, thank you," you replied, not really too sure where to look. You became sheepish, something you had not been much around Spock for quite some time. Whether it was the closeness, or the care from him, you weren't sure. 

"It has been an enjoyable two hours, I would like to do this again sometime," Spock seemed a little cautious, taking a breath before continuing. "Perhaps, without the studying."

He took you aback a little, before it fully clicked he was asking you on a date. 

"I would quite like that, Spock."

The day came to a close as he walked you back to your room before bidding you a goodnight. 

The morning came and you were up bright and early for your shift. As you finished getting dressed and tied your hair up, your comms system rang out.

"Lieutenant Y/N to the Captain's ready room."

With confusion and slight concern, you made your way to Jim's room with haste, not wanting to upset him in case he was in a bad mood or you had done something wrong. Reaching the room, you didn't even have to knock before the door swung open. You stepped inside, and  your brother sat with a face like thunder. 

"Captain? Or Jim today?" you asked, in the same joking manner as usual. 

"Spock?" he replied. 

"Weird choice of name, but who am I to judge?" you replied, shrugging. 

"Not funny."

"Never claimed to be, you've always been the clown. What's up with you?"

Jim raised an eyebrow, very clearly unimpressed.

"When were you going to tell me you were dating my first officer?"

You couldn't help but laugh. "What? I'm not dating Spock, relax. We just eat together and we're going on a date later this week, but I would love to know who told you that, because they found out before I did and that's one hell of a talent."

"Y/N, seriously. Have you thought about this?" You furrowed your brow, nodding him to elaborate. "This is Spock, he's a Vulcan, which means emotions are not his specialist subject."

"You'd be surprised, Jim. Why do you care so much anyway? He's your XO, you trust him don't you? He wouldn't hurt me, if that's what you're worried about. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't try this out and I won't go this weekend."

Jim stared at you, trying to summon any semblance of an answer for that, but realised he didn't actually have a legitimate reason to stop you. He did trust Spock, and he would trust Spock to keep you safe like he does, and to care for you. There was nothing really he could do to stop this, nor was there any reason he could see.

Sighing, he shook his head. "You're right. I just worry for you, you know? You're all I got, and-"

You cut him off with a hug. His grip tightened and you buried yourself into his shoulder. Pulling back, you smiled at him. 

"Don't worry, I love you too. I won't get myself killed, but if I do, he's all yours."

Jim laughed, and you joined in, grabbing your drink and heading towards the door. 

"Plus, it was Spock or Bones, so take your pick where you want."

"Y/N!"

With that, you closed the door over a little, laughing to yourself. From around the corner, you saw Spock, who raised his brow.

"Spock and Bones? What about us?"

You shrugged. "Nothing important, but if you go in there I'm sure you'll find out."

Spock cocked his head in curiosity, and you smiled.

"You look adorable like that, by the way." You leaned in and kissed his cheek, and swore you saw that blush red on his cheeks. "See you later."

As you walked away, Spock stood for a second, and touched his cheek where you left that kiss, and very faintly from behind the door came a voice that snapped him out of it.

"What the hell!"

[space-helen]

Pressure

Words: 706

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

A/N:  I’ve kinda gone a different way but I hope this is ok! Sorry for taking a second to post!

Request: Hey!! I was coming by to do some boops and I saw your post saying requests are open! No stress if you've since closed them, but if you're still taking some, then how about some fluffy AoS Kirk? Maybe when they're all still at Starfleet Academy, like studying or getting up to trouble or something in that realm? No pressure if you're not vibing with it for whatever reason! Thanks for the boops 😄💗💗 - @captainsophiestark

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You flopped onto your bed as Jim followed you into your room. “I can’t actually believe that they’ve set us another exam.” you brought your hands up to your eyes and covered them “I don’t think I can physically take anymore.”

The man looked at you sympathetically and sat on the bed beside you “It’s getting intense.”

You groaned “I just wish they’d back off slightly. I knew it’d be hard work but this is ridiculous.”

The man nodded “You do take more extra classes than the average person though Y/N. You might want to consider-”

“But I’m interested in all areas.” you removed your hands and sat up to look at the man.

“I get that. I really do. I even admire it. I don’t think they expect people to take as many extra classes as you do. Even though I’m feeling the pressure, you have double, if not triple, the work because of the extra classes you take.” he said matter of factly whilst keeping his sympathetic expression. 

You mulled it over and could feel a heaviness hit you. “I’m just so used to doing everything. I don’t know what to stop.”

“They expect you to be specializing by now. Here, let's forget about it for now and make the decision another time.”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes from nowhere and quickly tried to wipe them away without him noticing.

“Y/N don’t cry.” he said softly and reached his arm around you to pull you into his side. He gave you a comforting hug and rubbed your arm up and down “It’ll be ok. It’s ok to feel overwhelmed sometimes.” 

You nodded and he released you slightly. “Let's get some food and then we’ll work together to make a plan and start the work alright?”

You agreed to the man and watched as he stood up “You wait here and make a list of everything we need to do. I’ll grab us food and snacks.”

You did as you were told. Quickly changing into comfier clothes you began to make a list of all of the upcoming tests and assignments you had due in. Once Jim arrived back the two of you ate before settling back onto your bed ready to work. The man grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped you in it playfully. “Since you’re always cold and will just complain in ten minutes time.” he joked.

Grabbing you work the two of you were quickly able to come up with a plan on when to train, practice and study the material you had to go through. As you spoke it quickly became evident on what classes you preferred over others and started to make a positives and negatives list of each class. Jim advising you on future opportunities as you did so.

“I really hope we get a job on the same ship.” Jim spoke up as he squeezed squeezed you to his side. You weren’t sure when you’d sat side by side against your headboard with his arm around you but you weren’t going to complain, it felt natural.

“I hope so too.” you agreed as you leaned into him more, tiredness taking over.

The man continued to sort through lists and content as you watched, leaning your head on him fully you could feel your eyes getting heavier before they fell closed entirely.

The man hadn’t realised you’d fallen asleep until he’d asked you a question and had no reply. Looking down he could see how content you were. Tucking the blanket around you more he quickly tidied everything away on the beside table the best he could without waking you or moving drastically from his position. 

Once done he gently brushed the hair out of your face and smiled, his eyes exploring your face before relaxing into a comfortable position. For a moment he let his mind flicker to the future. You were his best friend and if that was all it was going to be he was ok with that, but if it was something more he’d be happy with that too. All he knew is that he wanted you in his life and couldn’t imagine a world without knowing you.

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[lichqueenlibrarian]

Not even a little fucked up over Carol seeing Jim grappling with the discovery that David is his son, thinks he’s about to cry, not wanting to see him cry but wanting to hold him and not doing it, only for the reality of her fellow scientists’ deaths to hit her and for Jim to hold her while she cries.

[beltiel]

by the way, the scent things in your spirk werewolf au are adorable and are giving me visions of a soulmate au where Vulcans find their soulmates through pheromones, and humans typically have visible soulmarks, except Jim Doesn't have a soulmark.

Instead, it turns out he's also sensitive to pheromones (but Does Not Realize), so as soon as he beams onto the enterprise to meet his first officer, he's like, "Why Does He Smell Nice??" He does not know that Spock is his soulmate (and Spock, of course, assumes that, even though Jim is his soulmate, he is not Jim's. After all, surely Jim would have said something if he had Spock's name on him! So he's half heartbroken from the start, assuming he has an unrequited bond).

Jim will go and complain to Bones about how good spock smells (while Bones thinks he's crazy. "Spock does not smell nice!" he claims. jim doesn't believe him. spock smells so nice.). He can't escape it, and is always half distracted when Spock is in the room because he Really wants to hug him, just to get more of that scent. (Spock, of course, has the same impulse, but is rather better at ignoring it.)

One time, Jim gets injured on an away mission, and when Spock goes to rescue him Jim just buries his face in Spock's shirt. "You smell nice, Mister," he slurs (while spock is a vulcanly mix of panicked, confused, and endeared)

Eventually they figure it out, when Jim realizes that it is not actually normal to be able to smell your first officer's mood changes, but first there is pining.

(i don't have time to write this, oh god i don't, but i needed at least to share the vision.)

/dramatic flailing

I love this so much though?! Like, sure, for this fic/'verse I went with 'Vulcan's don't have a great sense of smell' but I adore fics that treat Vulcans like they do!

And soulmark AU's are always a win, I love how creative people get with them!

The potential for angst on Kirk's side too, growing up without a mark and thinking he's unlovable because of it... TOS Kirk trying to make up for it by loving anyone and everyone he comes across because he knows it will never amount to anything serious but a boy can dream... and AOS Kirk just being absolutely reckless and uncaring if he gets hurt, because it's not like anyone's going to miss him when he's gone anyway... Oof. I love it!

This is a beautiful idea, and I need you to know that if it ever does get written, I would devour it with gusto!

[rainclouds145]

live thoughts on Star Trek (2009)

-love it when the movie opens with a big ass ship 

-WAS THAT A FUCKING HEMSWORTH??

-o shit it is chris fucking hemsworth 

-DAMN RIP 

-BABY SPOCKKK

-oh stay the FUCK away from him 

-oh you tell them 

-STILL A SASSY BITCH IN THIS UNIVERSE 

-HIII BONES

-this cocky little bitch 

-oh i just KNOW spock found that hot 

-karl urban says ‘jim’ just like deforest kelly holy shit 

-hiii sulu

-CHEKOV IS SO BABY 

-spock and uhura are the definition of a sassy gay man and a sassy lesbian

-shouldn’t have let him wear red smh 

-WHAT WAS THAT LOOK SPOCK? YOURE HAPPY KIRK SURVIVED ARENT YOU? gay ass

-FUCK EM UP SULU

-oh shit rip Vulcan 

-I CAN DO ZAT! 

-NOOO AMANDA THIS MOVIE IS FUCKING MEANNN

-yeah spock and uhura feels forced 

-star trek loves their fucking horrifying bugs 

-LMAOOO THEY FR LAUNCHED HIM OFF THE SHIP

-OHHH THE EDITS!! IVE SEEN EDITS HERE!! -“i have been and always shall be your friend” STOP. DONT. 

-“my god man” DEFOREST KELLY POSSESSED HIM FOR THAT

-SCOTTYYYY 

-KIRK AND SPOCK REALLY DO FISTFIGHT ON THE BRIDGE

-amok time reference 

-SOMEONE GIVE SPOCK A DAMN HUG MY BABY DID NOTHING WRONG 

-chekov bby ur so smart 

-ohhh spock can’t take his eyes off kirk, how’s that gay awakening feel?

-long live the king ahh moment 

-“i got ur gun” FUCKING ICONIC KIRK MOMENT HELL YEAH

-spock no spock no spock NO 

-THANK GOD

-scotty i appreciate you dw 

-“because you two need each other”

-OHHH SO THE OUTRO HAS ME CRYING STOPPP

final thoughts: i really like it, it’s a lot more action focused than the originals were but still fun to watch. all the little callbacks and references were <3 

kirk and spock already have the LOOK which is lovely to see

seeing leonard nimoy again was heartbreaking :(

only thing i really disliked was how uhura was made into mostly a love interest, they could have played into her knowledge for a lot more than like 2 moments 

now i can finally understand all the edits

[janeykath318]

Misconceptions: A Bones x reader fluff fic

Note: Set in the same universe as The Wooing of Leonard McCoy and The Rescuing of Leonard McCoy. Reader is the daughter of Chris Pike and Winona Kirk.

“It is a common misconception among the general public that Jim got his wild and crazy streak from George,” you commented, watching your brother and his new husband dancing.

“But if they’d bothered to do some basic observation, they’d have figured out that it comes from Mom,” you said fondly, grinning at your mom.

Bones McHottie Husband nodded in agreement.

“Guilty as charged,” Winona agreed, eyes following Jim and Scotty happily. “Sam was the one that actually took after his dad. And then Y/N ended up with a double dose from both Chris and me. Look out, universe!”

The whole table broke out laughing.

“Dad thanks his stars every day that I didn’t want to be a captain,” you remarked saucily, smirking at your dad. He didn’t even try to deny it, but heaved a dramatic sigh that made you dissolve into a fit of laughter again.

Jim came to collect Winona for their dance and you chatted with Bones and Scotty in the meantime.

“So, Y/N, are we going to be treated to the Kirk/Pike siblings dance again?” Scotty asked. “You put on quite the show at your wedding.”

“Oh, we are,” you confirmed. “Albeit with some modifications.”

“Modifications?”

“The reasons will be revealed in good time,” you said mysteriously, sharing a sly wink with your husband.

Your dad gave you an inquisitive look and you playfully shrugged, wondering how long it would take him to guess.

“I gotta say lass, the tuxedo is a good look on you? How much did Jim twist your arm?”

“Ahh, Jim’s no bridezilla,” you informed your brother-in-law with a chuckle. He told me I could wear what I wanted, but I wanted to match my hubby here, since we don’t get to normally and we are both Groomspeople today.”

You’d never forget the very appreciative whistle Len had given you when you’d emerged in your beautifully tailored dapper finery. Jim’s eyes had widened and he’d joked about being upstaged.

“A very striking couple, indeed,” Scotty complimented. “They don’t settle for less than power couples in this family.”

“We sure don’t,” you confirmed, grinning cheekily at Bones.

“You all live to give me grey hairs. You too, Admiral!” Bones sighed. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You shimmied out of your seat as your mom returned to the table and met Sam’s eyes. He grinned and got up with you.

“Prepare to once again be dazzled!” you said, blowing a kiss to Bones.

The dance was once again a hit, the guests cheering and clapping enthusiastically. Some of the moves were a little different from two years ago, but you gave your whole heart to the performance. After it was over, you and Sam each gave Jim a long hug.

“I love you, big brother,” you told him. “So happy for you.”

“I love you, too, Y/N. You absolutely crushed it out there. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”

“You deserve to be.” You told him. “I think Dad figured out the Secret. He’s making a beeline for me.”

Jim glanced over his shoulder and grinned.

“Oooooh, yeah. Good luck, Y/N. If you need a distraction, just give me the signal and I’ll make a spectacle of myself.”

“You’re the best, Jim,” you grinned, slapping him on the back and heading toward the inevitable discussion with your father.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” you jokingly asked. His Concerned Dad face was looking you over very carefully.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“A little warm and slightly winded, but other than that, I’m fine,” you said.

“How’s the nausea?” he asked, going straight to the point. Yep, he had you pegged.

“Kinda intense in the mornings, but Bones has been taking good care of me. How long did it take you to figure it out?”

“After the toasts when you were carefully avoiding your favorite champagne,” he answered. “Also, Leonard seemed even more protective than he usually is and You have that kind of glow your mother did when she was expecting you.”

His face softened and you felt a deep relief.

“We’re not really making an announcement, since I just found out a couple weeks ago and I didn’t want to step on Jim’s day, but we’re pretty excited,” you admitted. “And maybe a little scared.”

“Comes with the territory,” he said. “You’re gonna be a great mom. Come here.”

You were promptly engulfed in a hug and relaxed into the familiar comfort.

“You’d better go end your mom’s suspense. She’s on the edge of her seat with excitement.”

“I bet.” you chuckled. “Ugh. Our kid is gonna have such fabulous genes!”

Your mom was indeed over the moon when you confirmed her suspicions, but she managed to contain her reaction for Jim’s sake.

“One of the first thoughts I had when I first saw Len was honestly: I would have his babies,” you confessed, making Jim chuckle and your husband redden.

“Sounds about right, you incorrigible one track mind woman,” he playfully grumbled. “I honestly don’t know how the universe handles both you and Jim without imploding on itself.”

“A fact I have often pondered,” your dad agreed.

“You know you love me, Len,” you smirked.

“Oh, I do. God help me.”

You chuckled and dragged him away for a good long kiss.