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kaitymccoy123 · 8 years ago

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A Little Out of Place

Intro: So I got the Spock feels the other day (thanks to @storiesfromstarfleet) and so I spit out this little baby fic because I was feeling kinda down and wanted some Spock fluff and cuddles.

Pairing: Spock x reader

Word Count: 1168

Summary: Reader is having a weird/anxious-y kinda day and Spock is there for cuddles. Fluff. That is all.

-Enjoy!-

You heard your name from across the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to respond to the familiar voice.

“Are you still in bed? We need to leave soon.”

You curled yourself tighter in the blankets and whimpered softly in to the pillow.

“I don’t think I can go, Spock.” You croaked from your fetal position on the bed, unsure if he could even hear you.

Soft, even footfalls sounded on the thin carpet as Spock rounded the bed, and soon his dark, tall form appeared in your view. You barely looked up at him as you drew the blankets tighter around your chin.

“Do you feel ill?” Spock asked, his voice soft with concern.

You shook your head, messing up your hair as it rubbed against the pillow.

“Then what is the matter?”

The question almost brought tears to your eyes and you managed a shrug, staring only at the space between his kneecaps.

“Ashayam, you must tell me what is wrong or I cannot help you.” Spock squatted down in front of you now, his eyes becoming level with yours, a look of worry lining his features.

“I don’t think I can go today.” You mumbled, your heart clenching and unclenching inside your chest, making it hard to breathe.

“You must come, Y/N, it is a very important event.” Spock stated.

Guilty tears began to roll down your cheeks, hot and thick, at the thought of disappointing Spock, and at your sudden change in emotion Spock’s features changed from worry to deep concern and alarm.

“What is it? Are you in pain? Do you want me to call Dr. McCoy?” Spock suggested, now leaning forward and resting his knees on the ground, bringing his face closer to yours, his eyes worried and searching.

“No! Please don’t call Dr. McCoy.” You gasped, sniffling deeply, willing the tears to stop.

“Alright.” Spock assured, but his eyebrows still scrunched together slightly, and his mouth was partly open, like he wanted to say something else.

You felt bad, he deserved an explanation, as you knew he could get confused at what you were feeling, but it was just so hard to put it into words.

"I j-just don't feel like myself t-today." You sniffled, wiping your nose with one of the tissues you had on the edge of the bed.

Spock’s hand reached up and absently laid itself on your thigh, just above your knee, and you let a few more tears fall for the sweetness of this action.

“You go, Spock.” You insisted, “I don’t want to keep you, this is an important day for you.”

“I do not wish to go without you.” Spock pressed his mouth into a small line, and you wanted to reach up and wipe the worry off his face.

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed, and you burred your face in the sheets.

A sudden pressure on your hair made you almost startle, but you quickly recognized the sensation as Spock’s fingers carding through your hair. The movement was so soothing, so calming and grounding that a sigh escaped you and you scrunched your face up tight, before releasing your features.

His hand left your hair, “Did you not like that?” Spock inquired, and you opened your eyes to find his curious and expectant ones near inches from your own.

He must have mistaken your facial expression for dislike and you gave him a weak smile, “No, Spock, that was really nice.”

A bit of worry fell off his features, “Would you like me to continue?”

You gave him a small nod and almost instantly his hand fell back to your hair, stroking softly, his fingers feather-soft with the unsureness of this new action.

For a moment you let all of your emotions give, and you were paralyzed by them. Every once an a while you would have a day such as today, where things just didn't make sense and you didn't feel like yourself. You couldn't place the feeling, it was like anxiety but calmer, and you just needed time to regroup and reset. Your eyes began to grow heavy with exhaustion and emotions as Spock continued running his fingers through your hair, and you thought for a moment you were going to fall asleep.

"Ashayam?" Spock whispered, and you hummed in response, peeking your eyes open, "I did not mean to intrude on your thoughts, but with my fingers touching your skin I couldn't help it."

Now you pried your eyes open and looked to Spock, whose eyes were now down-turned, the corners of his mouth tugging downwards as well. You slid your arm out of your cocoon of blankets and pressed your fingers gently to the side of his cheek, your thumb dragging along his lips, and he brought his eyes back to yours.

"I do not wish for you to feel this way." Spock worried, his hand dropping from your hair to rest dejectedly in his lap.

"I'm alright, Spock, really." You assured, trying your hardest not to hiccup from the crying and you gave him a small smile, "I-I just have these days sometimes where it seems everything is out of place. But you know what?"

He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"I feel a little less out of place when you're around."

Spock regarded you for a moment before leaning forward and pressing his forehead to yours. Your eyes flitted closed and you moved your fingers to the back of his neck, stroking the soft hair there.

"Then I shall stay." He breathed, his breath warm on your face before he pulled away.

"No, Spock, go. You have to. I won't let you stay here and worry over little ol' me." You protested as he stood, and you tried to pull at his sleeve, to reason with him.

You watched helplessly as he ignored your protests and moved to remove his shoes, his weight tipping the bed for a moment as he sat on the edge. You kicked at him from under the blankets, eliciting an amused look and a raised eyebrow at your failed attempt to force him off the bed.

"I'll be fine, really. It's important that you go." You pressed.

Spock now slid over onto the bed, crawling under the blankets and curling up right behind you, draping his arm over your stomach protectively, the heat from his body making you melt.

"I am under the impression that it is more important for me to be here." He whispered into your ear before gently resting his face against the back of your neck, his breath warm and comforting against your skin.

You shifted to tangle your legs in his, and drew his fingers to yours, entwining them as he settled in behind you.

And for the first time that day you didn't feel a bit out of place.

-Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!-

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#startrek #startrekfic #startrekimagine #spockxreader #spockfluff #i have so many spock feels don't even get me started

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kaitymccoy123 · 8 years ago

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That Consume You

AKA: A Million Tiny Pieces p.t. 2

Get it? A Million Tiny Pieces That Consume You? I tried to make it a sentence.

Intro: Okie dokie so this was kinda requested by @newhappiness430. You didn’t formally request it but you commented on my other piece asking for a part 2 and I just had to oblige.

Pairing: Spock x Reader (really loving writing Spock)

Word Count: 2070

Triggers: none, Vulcan kiss, a little sadness but some fluff as well

Summary: So this is a continuation of A Million Tiny Pieces (click to read). It is basically just another one-shot with the same kinda relationship between Spock and reader and a few connections between the stories. So this is set just after Spock finds out Spock Prime dies (so I guess set in the Beyond timeline) and he freaks out, but the reader is there to comfort him.

ALSO PLEASE SEND IN DRABBLE REQUESTS HERE IS THE LINK: RAINBOW READING WEEK DRABBLES

ALSO: I snuck in two kinda-references:

1. Hamilton: Meet Me Inside - “Call me son one more time.” I put: “If you call me lieutenant one more time...”

2. Bones (the TV show): Bones: “What do you need Booth? Some time, some space?” Booth: “Just some time.”

-Enjoy!-

You followed Spock into his room, pausing just inside the door as you regarded the clearly distraught Vulcan.

"Spock, what happened back there?" You inquired, stepping into the room and walked over to Spock who stood very rigidly on the opposite side of the couch.

"I was simply explaining my opinion on the matter to the officials." Spock responded, not meeting your eyes from across the room.

"Spock, you were basically screaming at them. Jim had to kick you o..."

"I am aware of what the situation entailed, Lieutenant." He interrupted.

You felt a tinge of anger flash through your veins when he called you by your rank rather than your name, but you decided not to mention it, as he was clearly upset.

Spock and Captain Kirk were meeting with a few Starfleet officials and you had just been passing by when you had heard Spock yelling at the officials. You had paused by the door and you watched Kirk grab Spock by the shoulder to hold him back, motioning him to the door and telling him to leave. Spock had stormed out with an intense look on his face and anger in his eyes and you froze in fear as he rushed past you, nearly knocking you over. You had followed him back to his room to figure out what was wrong.

Now he regarded you with an expression that you couldn't read. You had thought you had gotten pretty good at reading Spock, even though he was Vulcan, but you didn't understand what he was feeling now.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing of your concern." Spock assured and you scrunched your face up in an expression of disbelief.

"Bullshit." You challenged and his eyes flicked to yours for a second before focusing back on the corner of the couch.

You felt your blood boil at his nonchalance, so you flopped dramatically onto the couch, directly in the place where he was staring. He blinked a few times, as if just noticing you were there, and finally fixed his gaze on yours.

"Spock, you really scared me back there, I thought you were going to hurt someone." Your voice got quiet. "I thought you were going to hurt me."

His head tilted slightly to the side and he suddenly looked hurt.

"I had no intention to injure anyone, especially you, Lieutenant."

"Don't call me Lieutenant." You admonished but gave him a small smile at his concern for your well-being.

You reached up and rested your hand on his forearm, but he pulled back in a swift movement, tucking his hands behind his back. It felt like he stabbed you in the heart.

"Spock, talk to me." You leaned back into the couch, tucking your feet underneath you.

"I am talking to you." He responded.

You rolled your eyes. Every once and a while his human sass would show it's head. You fell into a tense silence and you watched as he had an internal battle with himself.

"There's something wrong. You can tell me, Spock." You insisted and reached for his arm again, but met open air as he stayed where he was.

"Lieutenant my problems are not of your concern."

You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, trying to figure out how to get through to him.

"Spock, are we in a relationship?"

His eyes flicked to yours curiously, "According to the definition of the human vernacular, yes."

"Then your problems are my concern." You professed.

He was silent for a minute, before he resigned himself and came to sit beside you on the couch. You reached your hand over and rested it on his forearm, relief flooding through you as he finally allowed you to touch him. You moved your thumb slowly over the fabric of his shirt, stroking soft lines into his arm.

Suddenly you had an idea.

"Lie down."

Spock turned his head to look at you questioningly.

"Lie down." You repeated, "When we were upset as kids, my mom would take us aside and make us lie down so our head was on her lap. Then she'd stroke our hair and make us talk about what was making us upset." You smiled softly at him, "It worked every time."

When he didn't move you shifted your hand from his arm and rested it on his cheek, now stroking soft lines into the skin right under his eye. His eyes closed involuntarily and his breath stuttered at your touch.

"Lie down, Spock." You instructed again and pulled your hand away, his eyes opening instantly at the loss of contact.

Finally he obliged. He shifted so his feet were at the far end of the couch, hanging over it, and his head was nestled on your thighs, his hair brushing the bare skin that wasn't covered by your uniform dress. He looked up to you, his face still an unreadable mask of emotions, and his hands were folded gently in his lap.

You began to run your fingers through his hair, your fingertips parting through the perfectly cut black strands. You watched as he began to unfold beneath you. His face softened at your soothing touch, and his eyes drifted closed. You absently wondered when he had slept last.

After a few minutes of your fingers running through his hair, his eyes re-opened, and he met your eyes, taking in a shaky breath.

"I have just been informed that Spock Prime, myself in the future, has passed away." Spock's voice held a tone of sadness thatt you had never heard before.

The news shook you to the core. That was never something anyone wanted to hear. That their loved one had passed. Well, this was your future loved one, but still.

"Is that why you had that outburst today?" You inquired.

"I believe it is."

You looked down at Spock, who had shut his eyes again and his brow was furrowed, his lips pressed into a tight line. You moved your fingers to the space between his eyebrows and stroked the skin there softly to smooth out the wrinkles.

"I am so sorry, Spock." You apologized and bit back tears.

"It is not your fault, there is no reason for you to apologize." Spock corrected but his eyes remained closed.

"No, It's just something humans say. Like we apologize that you are feeling upset. I am sad that you are sad." You explained as best you could.

"Vulcan's do not express emotions, Lieutentant..." Spock started but you interrupted.

"If you call me lieutenant one more time I am going to rip the bangs off your forehead." You let out a sad laugh before leaning forward and pressing your forehead to Spock's, finally letting the tears fall from your eyes.

You let yourself cry then, but almost smiled when his hand came up to your shoulder, a steadying presence. You stayed frozen in that position, your forehead pressed to his, just feeling his breath tickle your wet cheeks as tears streamed down your face and onto his. You tried desperately to tell yourself that he was not dead. That this Spock, your Spock, was still here, still alive.

"Y/N?" Spock breathed.

You hummed in response, taking in shaky breaths in an attempt to regain control.

"You feel sadness for me, correct?" He asked, his eyes opening and meeting yours, which were less than an inch apart.

You nodded and pulled back, sitting up again, and letting out a few sniffles.

"Why do you choose to feel pain for me?"

The question left you speechless, despite knowing the answer better than you knew your own heartbeat.

"I assumed you would have known." You stuttered, your voice much shakier than you meant it to be.

He looked up at you questioningly now, his face suddenly so vulnerable that you wanted to burst into tears again.

"I have developed feelings of affection for you." You smirked through your sadness.

"You are quoting my own words back to me in an attempt to be amusing." Spock commented with a grunt of appreciation.

You smiled softly down at him, your fingers running absently through his hair, but your lip quivered and a single tear streaked down your cheek.

"Why are you still sad?" Spock inquired softly, his fingers reaching up and catching the tear before it dropped off your chin.

"You died today, Spock. Doesn't that scare you?" You bit your lip hard as you looked down at him, trying to stop the flow of tears.

"Everyone dies Y/N. Therefore fear of death is illogical." He explained robotically, and it made your heart hurt, you didn't know why this was affecting you so much, but for some reason you couldn't meet his eyes.

"But I have learned from my recent escapades with Dr.McCoy that fear of death is what keeps us alive." Spock confided, but he sounded confused and you brought your eyes back to his face, "what does that mean?"

You regarded him for a moment before answering.

"It means that we are kept alive, we are driven to do things, because of the imminence that is our deaths." You quoted something your father had said once, before he passed.

You recognized the look in Spock's eye as admiration and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he said, "Fascinating."

That word alone sent shivers down your spine and you rewarded him with a warm smile, but he still look conflicted.

"Spock, what do you need? Some time? Some space?" You pulled your fingers from his hair.

"If by "space" you imply distance from you, Y/N, then no, that would not help my emotionally compromised state. Just some time to process the situation and its meaning."

You smiled down at him, your fingers finding his hair, and leaned over again, this time pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. You made to pull back but were stopped by a hand firmly placed on the back of your neck.

He brought your face close to his, and you thought he meant to kiss you, but instead he rested his forehead on yours again. He reached up and grabbed your hand, the one that was not tangled in his hair and pressed his palm against yours. You stopped breathing.

You had been hesitant and careful not to grab Spock's hand too much before this, as you knew what it meant to Vulcans to touch hands. But now Spock moved his fingertips to yours, pressing them gently together, as if he was sure and unsure of himself at the same time. Your eyes squeezed shut involuntarily as the emotion of his action rolled into you. You gasped as waves of cool electricity flooded your veins and surrounded your heart, crashing into it like a stormy sea and sending shivers surging through your body. You had never felt anything like it before and you let yourself be consumed in admiration, and fondness, and love.

You smiled now and pressed tiny kisses to his forehead, cheeks and the corner of his mouth. His eyes gleamed before they closed and you pressed your lips softly to his eyelids. After a while your hands drifted apart and you were left with this humming feeling in your chest, a happy hum, something you never wanted to end. You smiled into the comfortable silence that enveloped the both of you.

"Do you want to go get something to eat?" You whispered after a while, the sound of your voice causing Spock's eyes to flick open.

"No, I am very comfortable right now and it would be unpleasant to move."

"Alright." You shifted back in the couch so you were more relaxed.

You tilted your head back, a smile playing at your lips incessantly, and thought that you could probably fall asleep right then and there when Spock's voice broke you from your stupor.

"Would you, perhaps, continue the soothing action you were performing before?"

You blushed and looked down at him, thinking of the kiss, and asked tentatively, "Which action?"

"The action of your fingers in my hair, Y/N, of course." He peeked an eye open, "to which action did you think I was referring?"

"Nothing!" you squeaked and let out a laugh which elicited a raised eyebrow from Spock.

You sprawled your fingers back into his hair, tipping your head back again and resting your other hand on his chest, which he softly wrapped in his own. You peered down at Spock who looked unbelievably calm and relaxed, and you smiled, reveling in the sparks that filled your veins and the wave of happiness that consumed you.

- Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! Spock is one of my favs to write (still behind Kirk and Bones) so there will be more to come! Goodnight! -

#startrek #startrekimagine #spockxreader #spock #spockfluff #fluff #startrekfluff #part2 #amilliontinypieces #yay

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kaitymccoy123 · 8 years ago

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A Million Tiny Pieces

Intro: This was requested by anon: Do you mind Spock x Reader?

Okay okay so I never thought I would like writing Spock x reader but this was way too much fun. When I got this request I panicked thinking I would never come up with a good idea but once I got one, the words just started flowing and I wrote it basically all in one sitting. I love this piece so much I read it over and over again instead of writing new fics (sorry @outside-the-government I know your request came before this one but I needed to give this one to the world first - yours is almost done!)

Pairing: Spock x Reader

Word Count: 2410

Triggers: none really, attempt at slipping something into reader’s drink.

Summary: Reader goes to the bar after a long day and some crewman tries to slip something into their drink. Spock comes to save the day and ends up walking reader back to their quarters. Fluff ensues.

Also: I kept picturing the reader in a leather jacket for some reason when I realized that Uhura wears leather jackets in aos so I guess I am not that original lol.

Also (p.t.2): This is my first Spock fic so please be gentle :)

-Enjoy!-

You had a bad day and just needed something to make you feel better. So you made your way to the bar and practically crashed onto the bar stool, leaning your forearms heavily on the counter in front of you and laid your head on the cool surface.

Letting out a deep sigh you closed your eyes and thanked the stars that this day was over. You pulled the collar of your favourite leather jacket around your neck tightly as you continued to lean against the bar.

"Long day?" You heard a deep voice ask, but you didn't know if it was directed at you so you pretended to ignore it.

Only when the cool exterior of a glass pressed against your elbow did you pick your forehead up off the counter and look up. A small glass of brown liquid rested in front of you, standing there alone, like a lone soldier. You turned your head and fixed your tired eyes on the bartender who offered you a weak smile as he picked up a cloth and started cleaning glasses.

He nodded and gestured with his eyes between you and the person you assumed bought you a drink and you looked over to the stools beside you.

One stool down sat a rather handsome, if not a little burly, looking crewman in a blue shirt. He flashed a flirty grin at you and you smiled back. You really were not in the mood for company, but if he was going to buy you drinks, you weren't going to stop him. He slid to the stool beside you and leaned on the counter as you lifted the glass to your lips and downed it in one shot. Whiskey. You hated whiskey, you were more of a 'beer' type of girl, but you soon felt it taking the edge off your bad mood and you turned to face the crewman. He gestured to the bartender to fill your glass again before looking at you, his eyes flicking to your bag that had the medical insignia sewn onto it.

"Medical, huh? You a nurse or something?" He asked and suddenly you didn't like him anymore, you hated when people asked if you were a nurse like it was a bad thing to be. Like they were saying, "You not-a-doctor or something?"

You grimaced and knocked back the newly filled glass, slamming it back down on the counter with a 'tink'. "Yep, I'm a nurse, and a damn good one at that." You replied dryly, but he still looked at you like you were naked and in his bed. You shifted uncomfortably and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Hmmmm..." He hummed amusingly and took a swig of his beer.

The bartender refilled your drink, knocking it back quickly, and he filled it back up as soon as it hit the counter. This time you didn't take it right away, instead you played with the glass between your fingers.

"So if I needed a physical, I should come to you?" He flirted and you felt your stomach turn in disgust. You were outta here.

"Look, I had a long day and I am on the alpha shift tomorrow so I better get going." You explained, grabbing your bag and slipping off the stool, turning your back to the crewman.

"Wait!" You heard him yell and you turned around slowly, giving him an annoyed look.

"At least finish your drink first." He suggested, your glass now in his hand and he held it in your direction.

You sighed and shrugged, and you knew you couldn't turn down a free drink, so you strode back over and took the glass from his hand, his eyes gleaming with pride, and his lips stretched into a smirk. He leaned back on the counter with his elbows, taking another swig of his beer.

You closed your eyes and brought the glass to your mouth, planning to finish it as you had all your other ones, in one shot, when you were stopped by the feeling of someone's fingers covering your glass.

"You shouldn't drink that, lieutenant." A voice said, sounding very technical and familiar.

Your eyes sprung open. Spock stood in front of you, looking down at you with the bemused look that he always wore.

"What the hell, Spock!" You sputtered and accidentally dropped your glass in surprise, sending it smashing to the floor.

You stepped back, careful not to step on the tiny glass pieces and crossed your arms as Spock came to stand beside you.

"I saw that crewman slip something into it when your back was turned, it was small and shaped like a tablet, I thought it best that you not drink it"

You looked at him incredulously before looking back to the bar. The crewman had disappeared. Coward.

"Thanks, Spock." You shrugged and readjusted the bag you were carrying.

"Your gratitude is not necessary, but it is accepted none-the-less." Spock responded in that robotic way of his, making you roll your eyes.

You rubbed your eyelids that were now heavy and drooping from exhaustion and the alcohol.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your quarters?" Spock asked, looking down at you curiously.

"Nah, I'll be fine." You yawned, "I'm just tired, is all."

You turned and headed for the door, and couldn't hide a smile as you heard Spock catch up to you and place a hand on the small of your back to guide you down the hallway.

"Lieutenant, I think it is in your best interests that I walk you back to your quarters, lest the crewman return and attempt to force his affection on you again."

"Is it in my best interests, or yours?" You asked teasingly.

"I'm sure I do not know what you mean." Spock responded, confused.

"You never do." You sighed with a laugh.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, and you were only a little disappointed when his hand left the small of your back.

You had known Spock for a while, but only really gotten to know him when he spent 2 weeks in the medbay after a severe injury from an away-mission. You had been his primary nurse, and though he was insufferably irritating most of the time, you got along well and you even made him smile a few times. If however Vulcans smile counts.

You started feeling something more for the always-logical Vulcan when he argued with Dr. McCoy on your behalf after a mishap in the medbay. He spoke highly of you and afterwards had checked on you to make sure you were okay.

You gently bumped into his arm as you walked and his hand came around and settled on your back again. You smiled and felt yourself blush. Normally it would take a lot more than just a hand on your back to send heat and tingles up your spine, but with Spock you knew that every touch meant something special.

You looked sideways at him, "What are you thinking about, Spock?"

He considered this question for a moment before answering, angling his eyes downwards to meet yours, "I am thinking about whether or not to file a report against the crewman who attempted to drug you."

"It's your choice. He just wanted to get in my pants." You stated blatantly as you reached the lift.

Spock's hand guided you in and left your back to press the button. He tucked it behind his own back now, making you frown involuntarily.

"Why were you at the bar?" You inquired cooly, keeping your eyes facing forwards.

Spock didn't answer as the lift doors opened and you walked out together, your room quickly appearing on the right side. You paused at the door and spun on your heel to face him, furrowing your brow and crossing your arms, waiting for his response.

"I saw you at the bar as I was walking past." Spock stated.

"So you came by to grab a beer with me?" You joked stalely, your eyes stinging from exhaustion.

"The way the crewman was looking at you, it seemed like his intentions were amoral." Spock stated, meeting your eyes.

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." You sighed and rolled your eyes, pressing the pad to open the door and walked into your room.

"Lieutenant, I am aware that you are able to fend for yourself, you have proven that on many occasions." Spock countered and you were surprised, and now slightly irritated, when you heard him follow you into your quarters.

"Great. That means you can go now." You suggested irritably, your back to him.

"I am aware, lieutenant, but I just wanted to..." Spock began and you spun to face him, anger now flaring up in your veins.

"Stop calling me lieutenant! You know my name!" You yelled and dropped your bag onto the table.

"Lieuten... Y/N, it appears I have made you angry. Would you elucidate on what I said that caused your temper to flare?" Spock now stepped towards you, and you could tell by his slight change in tone that he was becoming irritated with you as well.

"EVERYTHING, Spock!" You exploded, your arms flailing madly and you were not in total control of your actions. You wished you hadn't taken all those free whiskeys.

"Please elaborate, Y/N." Spock said, his hands coming to rest at his sides.

You rolled your eyes and let out a indignant huff.

"You follow me to the bar, you interfere with the situation, then you guide me back to my room with your hand on my back, calling me lieutenant, and now you are in here, being all concerned and caring. What am I supposed to think that means, Spock? What am I supposed to think?"

"I assumed you would have known." He said, looking down at the floor, his lips pressed together.

You were taken aback by his sudden sincere and empty question.

"Known what, Spock?" You asked gently, taking a step towards him, the anger now leaving your veins as you watched him, looking all shy and despondent.

When he didn't respond except to take in a shaky breath, you reached out and took his wrist. He gave it to you and you held it, stroking the skin softly.

"Tell me, Spock." You encouraged, tugging on his wrist so he took a step towards you.

He hesitated for another moment, lifting his eyes to yours again, his gaze moving back and forwards between your eyes, searching, as if the answer was in there somewhere. You squeezed his wrist gently, encircling it with your fingers and gave him a small smile as an unfamiliar expression flickered in his eyes, you couldn't tell what he was feeling. Your heart skipped a beat as he began to stroke small circles into the sensitive skin of your wrist with his thumb, gently, as if he didn't realize he was doing it.

"Y/N, I assumed you would have known that I have developed feelings of affection for you." Your heart skipped a beat at his words and your pulse increased, which you knew he could feel as his fingers grasped your wrist.

"I thought Vulcan's couldn't feel, well, feelings." You wondered aloud.

"You are mistaken, Lieutenant." He began, and his eyes closed when he realized his error, "my apologies. Y/N. Vulcan's, though we suppress our emotions to avoid intense outbursts of anger, can develop connections with others that are based on loyalty, trust, and admiration."

"So you admire me?" You teased, raising an eyebrow.

"I would say so, yes. I also trust you, as you have saved my life in the past, and I find a strong urge to want to be near you."

You laughed and saw the familiar gleam of amusement in his eyes.

"Well, I admire you too, Spock." You admitted, your smile fading as you swallowed back nervousness and stepped closer to him, your bodies almost touching.

"That is satisfying to hear." Spock responded, and you now recognized that unfamiliar flicker of emotion behind his eyes as admiration.

"Oh shut up, Spock." You joked and rolled your eyes before leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

Spock raised an eyebrow at you and tilted his head. His hands found your hips and you lifted your hands to place them on his neck, your thumbs resting on his jawline. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours, and you could feel his heart racing under your fingertips.

"Are you alright? Your heart is beating very fast." You noted, pulling back to look into his eyes.

"I am fine. As you know, Vulcan's have a much faster heart rate than humans, naturally." Spock commented, pulling you closer by your hips so you were pressed flush against him, his forehead once again resting on yours, "Although right now my heart rate does seems to be elevated."

"And why could that be?" You whispered, your lips only a breath apart.

For once he didn't respond, instead he tilted his head and pressed his lips to yours.

You splayed your fingers over his neck and felt yourself dissolve into the kiss. His lips were gentle against yours and you lavished in the feeling of his fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. He kissed you delicately, as if you would break, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to draw him in closer so he would know that you weren't going to shatter into a million pieces. Emotions surged and swirled inside of you, and you broke the kiss softly, but didn't pull away, though his strong arms and Vulcan strength probably would have prevented that.

You took in a shaky breath and met his eyes. They shone with admiration, and something else, something deeper, almost like desire.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" You asked, reaching up and absently stroking his cheek, your fingers ending up tracing his lips.

He pressed a kiss to the tip of your finger and your heart almost exploded.

"If that is what you wish, than of course." He responded, pulling you closer by the back of your elbows.

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, "That is satisfying to hear."

You swear he almost rolled his eyes.

-Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! You are definitely going to see more Spock x reader in the future! Bonsoir! -

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Remind Me

(Crosses out June 14 and scribbles June 15th over it)

Intro: Hellohello see I am alive, but I am a little late haha. So this is for @outside-the-government‘s Trek Fest 2017! For Spock week! Which ended yesterday but I fell asleep at like 9pm so I couldn’t finish this fic lol.

Pairing: Spock x reader

Word Count: 4,401 (I tried to keep it short I promise but it ran away on me)

Warning: Short description of a needle and needle insertion (like the ones from Divergent lol)

Summary: Going on your first away mission alone is a scary thing, but you have your best friend Spock to look out for you, so you know you’re going to be fine. But when you are captured by the leader of the planet and forced to participate in his twisted game that includes you and Spock fighting to the death, can anyone save you?

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this one. I rewrote it a little, changing it from an existing relationship to the beginning of one, and I kinda like this one better. I feel like I’m a little off my game lately, but I promise I’ll be back on the horse soon (or at least I’ll try to be!).

Also for some reason my brain won’t let me actually process words long enough to edit this so I hope it makes sense.

-Enjoy!-

“I’m going to be fine, Spock, stop being such a worry wort.” You clipped the last of your gear into place and stood to face him.

“The likelihood of you getting injured is...” Spock started his brows almost furrowed as you tucked your helmet under your arm.

“54.3% I know. You’ve told me a million times.”

“I only told you six times, and as your first solo mission the percentage could be even higher.” Spock’s eyes grew glassy as he processed the math.

You stepped forward, your boots clanking against the metal floor of the ship hanger, and poked at his arm, “Spock? Earth to Spock!” His eyes flicked to you and you felt your heart stutter in your chest, “I’m going to be fine. Okay? So stop looking so worried and help me with the clasp at the back of this stupid suit, I can’t reach it.”

Spinning around, you were grateful to be out of Spock’s worried gaze, as it was starting to make you nervous. The planet was a dangerous one, and the inhabitants were not very well studied so it was hard to tell if they would be violent or not. Taking a breath, you straightened your spine and turned back to Spock.

“Thanks. Now you go, monitor my frequency or whatever, I’ll see you in a bit.” You smiled up at him, wishing his expression of worry would morph into something more calm, but it didn’t.

His hand suddenly reached up and grabbed your upper arm, over the hard metal of the suit, and you found yourself wishing that there were not so many layers between you.

“Be careful, Y/N. If anything is not what it seems, we can beam you back immediately.” Spock’s form loomed over you and you leaned into his touch for a moment.

“The plan is to come back all in one piece, don’t you worry.”

That’s the last thing you could remember as your eyes split open, to dark nothingness. Your bare limbs were pressed into smooth, cold stone, and your arms were bound behind you.

“What the hell?” You tried to mumble but found your mouth dry and blocked, by a piece of fabric of some sort, tied as a gag around your mouth.

Slowly and painfully you sat up, pain lancing through your skull, joints aching from your restrained position. You were able to slide your hands under your feet and bring your arms around to your front, quickly ridding yourself of the gag and the blindfold that you found over your eyes.

The room wasn’t much brighter than the blindfold, and as you glanced around, you saw nothing but a dark room of black marble stone, nothing but a door off to one side to let a little light in.

Where the hell were you? You shivered as panic started to set into you.

What the hell happened?

"Captain, I see your logic in the dangers of this plan, but I have calculated it..."

"Spock, damnit, I have told you a million times you are not going down there."

"You have only told me six times, and this is the only way to rescue Lieutenant Y/L/N..."

"Really? Do you really think you can convince me you are being totally subjective about this just because you won't even call her, one of your closest friends, by her first name?"

"I am being subjective, do you not think if it were any other crewman down there I would not try to save them as well?"

"No, because for as long as I have know you, you have never gone with a plan that has less than 40% chance of success, because, as you say, 'logic dictates'..."

"Jim, taunting me at such time is a very bad idea."

"Yeah? Whatcha gonna do? Hit me?"

"Possibly..."

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!" Bones stormed onto the bridge to see the two, Jim and Spock, near inches from the other, anger and fury in both their gazes.

"Will you two stop trying to kill each other for a second and consider how idiotic you two are being?" Bones flicked his gaze between the two men, his hands waving in furious movements, "Jim," He turned to Jim, "I am surprised at you not even considering a plan that would save a crewman's life. And, Spock." He turned to Spock, "I am very surprised that you have not recognized your own emotional investment in this situation and deemed yourself unfit for this mission."

They both blinked at Bones, both processing their own accusations, and they both seemed to relax their shoulders.

Incoming transmission. Incoming transmission.

"Captain, it's from Hexon-V." Uhura's voice came from her station.

"Open communication channels, and display video." Jim ordered.

A sharp hiss escaped Spock as what was displayed was not just the face of Hexon-V's leader, but of you, blindfolded, gagged, and in his firm grip that he held around your jaw.

"Captain Kirk. Commander Spock. Dr. McCoy. Glad to have all of your attention. I am called Hex, the leader of my planet, on which this little thing has trespassed." His voice was a hiss, a lull, a washing sound and Spock stepped forward instinctively.

"Release her." His words were short, clipped, not a request, a demand.

"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Spock, so much emotion, I am astounded. Is she your little pet? Your little thing? So pretty." He squeezed your jaw tighter with his words and a little whimpered "Spock" left your lips.

"Release her." Again a demand, but his voice almost broke, almost cracked.

"Oh, that, Mr. Spock, is up to you. See, I want to keep her around for a little while because I want something from her. I want to play a game."

"This isn't a game, Hex." This time it was Jim to speak, to step up.

"But, you see, to me it is." Hex reached behind your head and tugged the blindfold off, and you were finally able to see again, "Take a look here, pretty one, because this is the last you're ever going to see of your precious Vulcan lover-boy, if he doesn't comply to my game."

Spock's gaze roamed your bruised, bloodied and terrified face and he actually felt a pang of fear flash through him, "What are your conditions?"

Hex's face stretched in a gruesome smile, "I want you, Spock, down here in one hour or your pretty little plaything will die." He gave a squish to your cheeks roughly, "Got it? Good."

The last thing Spock saw before the channel shut off was your eyes.

You were afraid that the last thing you would see of Spock would be that desperate, terrible look on his face, his eyes searching yours as if you had all the answers. But you didn't. You had nothing.

Hex still had you by a death grip around your jaw and he turned your head so you were forced to look at him.

"Let's hope Mr. Spock is smart enough to play by my rules, or his name will be the last thing on your lips before we tear you limb-from-limb." Hex's words sent droplets of spit flying into your face and you would have given anything to reach up and wipe them off.

"Let's get her prepped."

You gulped as best you could with the gag in your mouth.

“You are an absolute menace, the most disgusting being I have ever met, do you not think Spock is smarter than you? Because he is, quite a bit so actually, and he will smush you, like a bug. Because that’s what you are. A bug.” The gag had left your lips only seconds before you started spewing insults at Hex, who had a tight grip on your arm, your hands still tied behind your back.

He didn’t respond to your taunts so you continued, “You do realize that Spock isn’t going to come down here alone, right? He’s going to come down here with an army of angry Starfleet officers and kill you all.”

Hex’s next words were whispered into your ear, his rank breath brushing over your skin, “And when he does, I will kill you instantly. Is that what you want? Is that what you’re prepared for, little one?”

He moved beside you, resting a hand on your neck, and dismissing the rest of his guard. He undid the blindfold over your eyes and the light in the room was blinding. Hex had moved you to a massive room, the ceiling tall and towering, light streaming in through windows at the top of the stone arches that lined the walls.

Then, out of the corner your eye you saw something in his hand and you froze. Between his fingers he spun a long silver needle with an orange liquid loaded into it.

Panic consumed you, grasped you tightly, left you breathless.

It was cut short by a familiar whooshing sound, followed by the sparkly gold lights of a transporter beam.

"Looks like your knight on a white horse is coming for you, love."

Spock appeared seconds later, and you nearly fell forward as you called out for him, but Hex's grip was tight on your neck.

"Welcome, Mr. Spock. Glad you could join us. Now let's see who's going to emerge from this little game alive." Hex laughed.

As soon his words ended a sharp pain shot into your neck as he pressed the needle in. You squeezed your eyes shut and cried out, Spock stepping forward as the liquid was injected.

It was mere seconds before pain enveloped your entire body and the world went black.

Spock watched as the needle pierced your skin and the orange liquid disappeared. You lurched forward and screamed before Hex withdrew the needle and released you. You blinked hard, still bent over for a few seconds before you stood up straight and stood at Hex’s side.

"What did you do to her?" Spock questioned.

Something was wrong with your eyes. Spock found that your eyes held a great deal of emotion, and there always seemed have a happy lilt to them. But right now they were blank, dead, empty as you stared straight ahead.

Hex undid your shackles and you didn't run to Spock, didn't turn around and knock Hex flat, like Spock knew you could, you just stood there, staring straight ahead.

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Her." Spock demanded.

Hex smiled that evil smile again and stepped around your eerily un-moving form towards Spock, hands clasped behind his back, "Like I said, I wanted to play a little game. And like I said, if you came down her, she would live. Because what I just gave her, was a little serum I developed myself. It makes the person bend to my commands, without question."

Hex turned his back to Spock, "So I can say, Y/N, touch your nose."

You did.

"Hop up and down."

You did.

"Isn't this great?" Hex laughed, "You see, Spock, what I am going to ask her to do next is going to be the start of our little game. And whoever makes it out of our little game will get to go home, safe and sound, scout's honour."

Spock stepped forward warily, every muscle tensed with caution, "What are you going to ask her to do?"

"I am going to ask her to kill you."

His words seemed to resound through out the large room.

Hex continued, "So you will have no choice to fight to the death. She kills you or you kill her. Easy as pie."

Spock's eyes darkened, "Why are you doing this?" His voice was quiet.

"Because I want to see you dead, Spock." Hex was suddenly serious.

"Then why not just kill me? Why the game?"

Hex let out a loud laugh and clapped his hands together, and it almost made Spock started with how on edge he was, "Because it's more fun. Now, this is boring me. Let's begin."

Spock was about to let out a "no", but Hex continued, pulling out a large silver broadsword from his holster.

"Y/N. Kill him. Kill Spock."

Spock watched in horror as you turned your empty gaze onto him, taking the broadsword from Hex without looking at him and weighing it in your hand.

"Begin." The one word from Hex's lips and you lunged forward, towards Spock, without hesitation.

Spock reeled back in surprise at the sudden attack and turned to follow Hex, but he was quickly retreating out the door, which slid shut with a loud thunk behind him.

Spock didn't have much time to contemplate the situation before you were on him again, swinging the sword with a strength and purpose that he had never seen in you before.

"Y/N." He gasped as he dodged your next swing, and barely had time to say, "stop", before you were swinging again.

And again and again and again, and if Spock weren't Vulcan you would have probably taken him down by now, but he was able to evade the blade save for catching the broad side on his forearms a couple times, knocking it away.

"Y/N." He hissed as you nicked his elbow with the blade.

Your dead eyes seemed un-seeing as you attacked, and your face was frozen in a serious frown.

Finally, Spock was able to get behind you and he laced one arm across your chest and the other grabbed your wrist, hard, so you called out and dropped the sword to the floor with a clatter.

Spock took your elbow to his gut, hard enough to make him lean back and you stomped on his foot before spinning away from his grasp.

"Y/N, stop. You are under influence of his drug. Stop." Spock tried, but you lunged for him again.

His forearms blocked your swinging kicks, but Spock was surprised by your fist connecting with his jaw. As he reeled backwards, he watched you scramble for the sword again, his stomach dropping as you wielded it again.

Spock's mind was running at a mile a minute, trying to think of solutions, of antidotes, of a way to at least incapacitate you without killing you, long enough to get you back aboard the Enterprise. But he couldn't get close enough to Vulcan pinch you, and couldn't get a good swing in.

He barely had time to pull out of the way when a sharp pain rippled down his forearm as he returned his focus to you, who had swung the sword with a great amount of force.

Spock stepped backwards with each subsequent swing, until his back hit the stone wall. At that moment he decided what he was going to have to do. Using his Vulcan speed and strength, he caught your upper arms as you swung again and threw his body weight forward, spinning you around so you were now against the wall, and he was pressing you into it.

Spock struggled to hold you there, as you resisted hard, and the sword was still poised between your bodies. You tried to raise it to get at his neck, and Spock was able to deflect it so it dug into the skin of his shoulder instead.

"Y/N." He gritted his teeth as he pressed his whole body into yours.

The sword dug deeper as you resisted more, and Spock saw you up close, the sweat glistening off your forehead, your blank eyes, your angry frown. It wasn't you. It wasn't right. And that feeling of wrongness spurred him on to press you harder into the wall. This pressed the sword more into the muscle of his shoulder, but he couldn't focus on that now.

"Y/N." He reached for the skin of your face, trying to keep you pinned with his body, "Stop." He breathed.

Finally his fingers brushed your cheek and he was able to connect with you. The instant he felt the connection he pushed a memory into you, a feeling.

"Commander Spock, you cannot just come in here and start demanding things like you own the place, I will not stand for it."

"You do not need to stand for anything, lieutenant, for I have superiority in this situation and don not need your permission."

"Insufferable." Spock heard you mumble as you stalked away.

That was the first time you met.

Spock broke from the memory as you tried to kick at his ankles, but he knew what he was doing now, and he pressed tighter. He sent you another memory.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been surfing, Spock. Well, actually I can believe it, but still.”

Spock watched as you extended your hand to him, and he hesitated.

“C’mon, let’s catch some waves. I promise it’s fun!”

You wiggled your fingers at Spock, and something to do with that, the sparkle in your eyes and that coaxing smile on your lips, made Spock reach forward and take your hand.

That’s the first time you kissed, and you didn’t even know it.

The pain grew in Spock's shoulder, but the pressure decreased as you seemed to falter, your eyes blinking a few times, but you remained under the influence of the serum.

"Y/N, please." Spock begged and forced another memory into your brain.

“Can’t we just stay here forever?”

Spock peered down at your head, where it was leaned against his chest.

“If we do, we will be either eaten by coyotes, or develop 3rd degree sunburns on our exposed skin and become so dehydrated that we die.”

“You’re no fun.” You teased and smacked Spock’s stomach lightly.

Spock dared at that moment to stroke his fingers down your back gently, and you responded by nuzzling deeper into his chest. He wondered if there was any possible way you had feelings of affection for him, because he sure had feelings of affection for you.

That was the happiest that Spock's ever been.

The sword hit the ground with a clatter. Spock could feel your muscles clenching and then unclenching as if you were trying to decide whether to attack or not, and he watched as your eyes focused and unfocused.

"Y/N. Ashau nash-veh du." Spock breathed, grabbing your hands and snapping them up beside your head, pinning you there, “Y/N, stop, please.”

He pressed his open palms into yours tightly, taking the feelings that these memories elicited in him and forcing them into you. Happiness, affection, love, anger as he fought with you, fear at the thought of losing you. Everything.

And with a sudden jerk and gritted teeth your head hit the wall behind you, your eyes squeezing shut. Finally you stopped fighting against Spock, your breathing heavy and laboured. Eventually, you opened your eyes and met Spock’s gaze, and your expression was no longer blank or empty, it was you again.

“Spock.” The word escaped your mouth and you sighed in relief.

Spock kept you pressed into the wall for a few moments more before he tilted forward and pressed his forehead to yours, “We must get back to the Enterprise.”

You met his eyes, which were only inches from your own, and nodded as you entwined your fingers in his.

Dr. McCoy had let you into Spock’s room to wait for him while he was treated and gave an official report. You contemplated lying down and trying to get some rest while you waited for him, but decided against it. So you stayed perched on the edge of Spock’s bed, trying to recall exactly what had happened, and not remembering a second of it.

The last thing you remembered as the look on Spock’s face when the video link was cut off. How Spock rescued you, or why he was in the medbay for so long was lost to you, though you tried with all of your might to remember.

Your answers would soon come to you, as when Spock walked through the door of his quarters and stopped just inside the room, his eyes on you curiously, everything came back.

You stood and cautiously made your way over to Spock, and noticed a bandage over his shoulder and his elbow, as well as a fading bruise on his jaw. His regular uniform blues had been traded for a soft grey t-shirt.

“I did this to you.” You reached your fingertips up to touch his injured arm, but decided against it, moving to touch the bruise on his jaw instead.

“You were under the influence of the serum, it is not your fault.” Spock’s voice was cool, calculated, but his gaze was full of some emotion you couldn’t place.

“I hurt you, Spock, I remember hurting you.”

“It is not your fault.” He used to fingers to move your hand away from his face softly.

You searched his face, looking for any sort of anger, or hatred, but finding none, only that same look that you couldn’t place.

“I’m sorry.” He let you say, not that he needed to hear it, but more for you to say it.

A moment passed before he reached out to hold your upper arm, much like just before the mission, but this time it was skin on skin, and you could swear you felt your heart beating in your throat.

“You’re crying. Y/N, you don’t need to cry, I am “all in one piece” as you say.”

You wiped at the tears that collected on your cheeks and sighed, nodding up at him before a troublesome feeling overtook you, “All I can remember is fighting you. Oh, Spock. I can remember how much I wanted to kill you. The desire was in my veins, in my brain, everywhere. I would have killed you. You would have let me kill you.”

Sobs wracked your body and you felt like you were only being held up by Spock’s hand on your arm. He seemed to be sending you waves of assurance, of calm, through his skin and into yours.

“That’s not of importance anymore. We are both out alive.” He seemed to draw nearer to you, and you wanted nothing more than to curl into the warmth of his chest.

“How did I get out of the influence of the serum? I remember fighting you, and then waking up, but that’s it.”

Like this.

The words seemed to resonate in your brain, and you quickly realized it was Spock speaking through your skin-to-skin connection. You guessed he could sense your confusion and so he spoke again.

I sent you memories and feelings. To remind you of yourself.

The idea of forgetting yourself terrified you, and you were thankful when Spock sent another feeling of assurance into you.

“So what memories did you send?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

The images of the first time you met Spock flashed through your brain and you laughed, remembering how much you hated him at first.

Then, from your first shore leave as friends, and you had gone to the beach together. Spock was actually very good at surfing.

Then, from the time you got stranded on the top of a mountain of a foreign planet together and spent two days up there, talking and trying to stay alive until help came.

What surprised you most about the memories was the emotions that went along with them. You had always felt this connection with Spock, ever since you met, but you never thought he would return your feelings. Ever.

Another tear slipped down your cheek, and you let out a watery laugh before you spoke, “So Vulcan’s kiss with their fingertips?”

Spock hummed in response, low and soft, and it made you melt a little.

“Will you show me?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

Spock’s dark eyes met yours now and he tilted his head to the side slightly.

Raising your hand between you, you felt your breath hitch when his fingers released your arm and brushed against your own.

The flow of your tears stopped as his fingertips pressed more insistently into yours, and you gasped at the feeling of affection that enveloped you. You exhaled and sent him a wave of your own affection. He seemed to shudder in response.

Sliding your fingers in between his, you felt the wave of emotion subside, and you dropped your connected hands between you.

“You told me you loved me.” You breathed, staring at his chest, “When you were trying to stop me, you told me you loved me.”

“I did not think you would remember it.” His words brushed across your forehead, “I did not think you would understand it, as it was in Vulcan.”

You let out a soft laugh, daring a quick look up at him, “I learned how to say I love you in Vulcan. Last week, actually. Nyota taught me.” You dropped your eyes sheepishly.

Fingers pushed your chin up and gently rested there, keeping you in place with the hand of his injured arm.

“I find that is pleasing to hear, Y/N.”

You felt a soft smile pull at your lips, “So you meant it?”

The corner of his mouth turned up, and you found yourself staring at the curve of his lips, “I did.” His fingers crooked behind your ear and pulled you closer, “I do.”

“Will you stay with me tonight, Spock?”

“As this is my room, I believe that I should be asking that question.”

You laughed and shook your head softly, reaching up on your tiptoes so your face was more level with his.

“Will you let me stay with you tonight?” Your gaze slipped back and forth between his eyes.

Spock’s untangled his fingers from yours and slipped his arm around your back, pulling your chests flush together.

“Of course, Y/N, please stay.”

Your face broke into a smile, leaning in and pressing your lips to his softly.

“If you insist.”

-Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!-

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