#spockxreader

[silence-burns]

Not On My Watch

Fandom: Star Trek

Summary: Based on: “Imagine your boyfriend Spock giving Kirk a Vulcan nerve pinch when he starts flirting with you.” by @thefandomimagine

Word count: 1,258

[Masterlist]

Copying data maybe wasn’t the most dangerous job, but segregating the files to suitable folders actually required focussing entirely on it. That’s why you didn’t notice the man approaching you until he sat down next to you, moving closer with a wide smile on his face.

“I really don’t have time for this, Jim,” you said, giving him only a quick glance.

“I didn’t even do anything yet!” he laughed, not moving a bit. He was just as stubborn as always.

“You always say that. Do you really think a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth?”

“I’m pretty sure it depends on who repeats it, but I don’t really care about it. What I care about is if I finally get an answer different than the usual, and I really hope I happens before the 100th time,” Jim replied slyly, his charming side present again.

You smiled lightly. Enterprise’s captain was a stubborn man indeed. He was aware of your relationship with Spock and didn’t try to interfere too much, but he still tried to get your attention from time to time, even if it was usually only in jokes and to make you laugh. You’ve been friends for years so you knew him more than he probably did himself, so you were comfortable around him, knowing he wouldn’t try anything inappropriate. You sometimes went for lunch together or brought coffee or tea to each other, and you’d probably go with him this time too if you hadn’t had so much work to finish.

You were going to tell him that, but before you said a word, both of you heard a familiar, although unusually cold, voice.

“I suppose you’ve already heard the final answer, captain,” Spock appeared behind your back, staring at Jim.

You frowned, noticing his stern look. Jim smiled at his friend, probably unaware of the subtle changes.

“Sure I did. Maybe you’ll join us? Come on, Spock, don’t make me ask twice!”

“There is no need to, my answer will still be negative.”

“Boys, I would really like to be able to concentrate right now or you’re gonna have to look for those files in the whole system,” you pointed out, even though you were doing just fine, it wasn’t your first time working under the pressure.

The reason why you cut into their conversation was a feeling that if it wasn’t stopped, it would quickly become an argument. You've known Spock for years, but rarely did you see him on a brink, it was really unusual behaviour for a distanced Vulcan who rarely showed any emotions. You took a mental note to talk to him about it sometime later, maybe after you both finished your duty for today.

Jim muttered something under his breath, but walked away, being called by one of the ship members at the same time. Spock stayed at your side, looking at him.

“You okay?” you asked the Vulcan, sorting files slowly enough to maintain a conversation.

“Of course, all my recent medical tests were...”

“I’m not talking about that. You seem uneasy. Did something happen?”

You quickly glanced at him, but Spock looked at you only for a moment before looking away.

“No. Everything is perfectly well. Do you need any help?”

“Thanks, but I’m almost done with that.”

“Very well,” was all he said before heading to his station.

You had no idea what was on his mind.

You marched into the bridge with two cups in your hands as the turbolift's door shut behind your back. You smiled happily at the crew. Enterprise was heading to Earth to dock for a few days and have a major inspection. Your cheering was too bright not to notice.

“Finally home, huh?” Jim welcomed you from his seat as you walked past him.

“Not yet – Sulu first has to land us in one piece and that’s not so easy as we all know,” you winked at the said intern, making him blush instantly.

“It was one accident!”

“But how spectacular...”

The whole team laughed – except for Spock, but that was normal.

“Thank you,” he said, taking his tea from you. Jim noticed and approached you with a grin. The surface of Earth was already visible from the windows and Sulu was taking care of the landing.

“What do you plan to do once we are down there?” Jim asked you, leaning over the chair next to Spock, much to the Vulcan's annoyance.

You shrugged, watching the green and blue surface of your planet.

“I haven’t really thought about it yet. Spock and I wanted to check out some places, but we haven’t chosen anything yet.”

“Well, I know a really nice bar near the station – it’s a must-go!” Kirk exclaimed, completely ignoring the daggers Spock was sending in his direction with a glare.

“We’ll think about that,” you assured him, sipping from your cup.

“I can show you around if you want to – I can be a very good guide on this side of the planet.”

“There will be no need for that,” Spock suddenly launched from his seat, and was standing between you and Jim.

Jim looked as surprised as you.

“Hey, it was just an offer, besides you don’t have to join us if you don’t want to...”

It looked like Spock only touched him, but Jim’s limp body hit the ground with a loud thump. Although Spock didn’t smile, you could see he was very proud of himself. You groaned loudly.

“Did you just use the nerve pinch?” you made sure, taking a deep breath to calm down and not yell at your boyfriend.

“Yes, but I can assure you the captain will be fine once he wakes up, his only inconvenience being a headache from falling, but I’m sure a few meds...”

“Spock. Come with me,” you looked at the rest of the crew as everyone was looking at you with a completely stunned expression. “Chekov, could you please take the captain back to his chair?”

“Sure, lieutenant!”

Spock moved to the turbolift with you. It was hard to understand his emotions as nothing showed on his face, but the lack of eye contact with him was enough for you.

“Are you jealous, Spock?” you asked, trying to refrain from smiling at his foolish behaviour. You stopped the lift mid-way.

“Of course not,” he assured you. “There is no reason for me to be...”

“I thought you never lie.”

He frowned, looking back at you.

“I did not...”

“So what was that?” you gestured to the bridge.

Spock frowned and for a moment looked for the right words. Explaining something that he couldn’t fully understand wasn’t an easy feat.

“I am truly sorry for the outcome of my actions,” he finally muttered quietly.

You smiled at him lightly, brushing his cheek affectionately, making him lean in to your soft touch.

“You'll have to stop being jealous of Jim. He is one of my oldest friends and I can assure you there is nothing between us and there never will be. What he does is… just the way he is. We’ve been bantering since we were just cadets, but that’s all.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“But, you know, it also means I would really want you to apologize to Jim once he wakes up.”

“It sounds like an appropriate action.”

[Masterlist]

[kaitymccoy123]

Sleepy Morning - Spock Ficlet

Intro: So I just wanted a sleepy morning Spock fic and I haven’t written Spock in so long and I don’t feel like finding my tag list and its super short but sweet enjoy. Was planning on posting this during Spock Week of Trekfest but didn’t know what days were what and ended up missing it. Oh whale. 

Pairing: Spock x reader

-Enjoy!-

The soft warm of your bed encompassed you as you woke, the heavy blanket of sleep still a comforting lull. 

You rolled over, your shoulder brushing something solid. Draping your arm over the warm chest next to you, you curled into his side and lay your leg over his. 

“Do not get too comfortable, I am leaving for my shift soon.” The words were mumbled into your hair, barely audible. 

You tightened your grip on him and stuffed your face into his ribs, whining a soft “noooooooo”. 

Spock placed his hand over yours and sighed through his nose into your hair. 

You let yourself doze off, but woke again to his feet entwining with yours. 

“I must go, asha.” Spock kissed your hair, before nuzzling into it. 

“Noooooo...” you moaned, pulling yourself so you lay directly on top of him, head on his chest and toes touching. 

Spock exhaled through his nose, his version of a laugh, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a tight squeeze before drawing lines down your back with his fingertips. 

“You know, you’re not really doing a great job of making me want to let you go to work,” you mumbled into his collarbone. 

He exhaled again, dropping his hands to the side of the bed.

You groaned in displeasure. “That didn’t mean stop.”

“I must go, Y/N,” Spock said, and he slowly tipped you off his chest so you were flat on your back on the bed. 

Before you could protest he dropped himself on top of you, an elbow on either side of your head, full body pressed into yours. He kissed you, deeply, dragging his fingers through your hair as he took your breath away. He swiped his tongue once over yours before pulling back. 

“I will see you in the evening, for dinner,” Spock said, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You were so dizzy with arousal and the heat of his body that you could only nod. 

“Have a good day, ashayam,” he said, pressing a last kiss to your lips. 

Within a second he was off you and into the bathroom. 

“You too, my love,” you whispered towards the closed door, lovesick and happy and warm. 

[whatif-animagineblog]

A drabble for Spock where the reader is from a different endangered alien species and they bond over their losses? Love your stuff!

You didn’t really know how you ended up in this conversation with your superior, Commander Spock, but you were. “Yes, most of my species died out during the plague. That’s the kicker, right? I can’t place my blame on anyone. It was just a fluke.” 

“I suppose, but even to place blame doesn’t help. It just makes you angered. I have found it best to focus on pleasant memories. Like how the twin suns looked in the evenings, my mother always gushed how beautiful they were.”

You smiled a weak, sad smile. “It was beautiful before the plague. The thing was it infected everything. The trees, animals, us. But our trees had these silvery blue leaves with this deep purple wood. And the leaves would reflect the sunsets. It was beautiful.”

“Sounds like it. Luetienet,” he started before you interrupted

“Please call me, Y/N.”

“Y/N, I know it is not much comfort to hear this, as I am sure you have heard it before. I understand and I am here to listen, whenever you may need it.”

“You are wrong Spock,” he stapped his head towards you in shock. “I do find comfort in it. Because, unlike the others, you understand. You know how hollow it can make you feel. Especially after you watch them die.” 

“I do.”

“So it is comforting to talk to you. I know we share a pain.” You smiled up at him. “I’d really like to know more about Vulcan.”

“And I your planet, the moons and your people’s amphibious nature fascinates me. Vulcan was a vast desert, for the most part, we avoid water when we can.”

You laughed and nodded, “Yes, I’d be happy to share.”

[silence-burns]

Imagine being in relationship with Spock.

Fandom: Star Trek

[Masterlist]

Most of your friends or co-workers didn’t believe you when you admitted who you were in relationship with and, partly, you could understand them. Vulcans weren’t known for easily getting involved in relationships or even maintaining friendships.

Spock wasn’t really into any forms of PDA, but had nothing against it if you initiated it.

He actually enjoyed holding hands, maybe because it reminded him every time of the closeness to the Vulcan’s way of showing affection.

Spock didn’t show his emotions, but he cared for you deeply and tried to show it to you mostly through his actions and not words.

He would be very protective of you and check on you as often as he could, also observing the people surrounding you for any sign of harmful intentions.

When you were docking on a planet and the crew had a few days off, he often suggested spending that time together, maybe visiting some famous places the planet had to offer. He wouldn’t leave your side and would tell you hundreds of facts about visited planet he thought you might like.

Whenever you volunteered to go on a mission, Spock would immediately do the same. He couldn’t even imagine leaving you ‘all on your own’ – it didn’t matter how many experts or trained officers would be helping you. If he wasn’t fit to join you on the field, he would at least monitor your life functions or guide you.

Spock would get extremely worried if you ever got hurt that he would show his emotions on the outside, breathing shallowly and having a hard time concentrating properly. He would be with you in the med-bay when visitors were allowed and would help you with recovering.

The most precious memories he had were when you both were laying on your bed in the evenings, reading a book or some files you had to work with on the next day. The lights were dimmed and the silence surrounding you was comfortable enough to not feel any need or pressure to maintain conversation. You enjoyed being in his presence, snuggled under the blankets and with your head on Spock’s shoulder. The first few times you did that, you felt his muscles tensing, but he didn’t say anything. Eventually he got used to it and relaxed.

You would sometimes fell asleep on him. His heart would skip a beat when he noticed it, but did nothing to wake you up. He was reluctant to even move.

[Masterlist]

[kaitymccoy123]

Would anyone be interested in a Spock x OC series?

I personally don't really enjoy reading fics with OCs for some reason, but the idea that I have for this story seems to fit an OC more.

The OC's name would be Alexa and she would have ADHD.

Let me know! ❤❤❤

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

May we have a oneshot based on this scene (https://youtube.com/watch?v=BgVJDd5vHfw&feature=share) for Spockxreader?

Omg, I love this scene! Of, course I will do it! I altered some parts just a little bit but the gist is the same. I hope you like it!

Title: Hello Sweetie

Pairing: Spock x fem!reader, implied platonic Jim Kirk x reader, and platonic Bones x reader

Warnings: canon violence, it's implied that Jim meddled for matchmaking purposes, nothing else I think

Word Count: 2924

She really shouldn’t have been here. Pure lunacy had gotten her here in the first place. Doctor (Y/N) (L/N) was never meant for this type of fieldwork and she was willing to bet that her own lack of skill was a huge reason why she was in this particularly dangerous situation. She was stood in the middle of a very ornate room – a sort of banquet hall she surmised – with her hands cuffed in front of her. Her elegant dress was singed at the hem and her hair had fallen out of its elegant updo. She looked around and noticed there were a total of three other people in the room all of whom wore heavy robes with hoods to obscure most of their faces: the alien guard beside her the one behind her and the one standing by the door they just came in through.

            “You know when I get invited to parties, normally there’s food,” She said to the guard who stood closely to her right. He did not acknowledge her at all and his large, bug-like eyes stayed focused on the door at the other end of the room. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “So much for small talk.”

            As she shifted her weight from foot to foot with impatience she couldn’t help but place partial blame on the genius who thought this plan up in the first place. Captain James T. Kirk. Just a day earlier he had cornered (Y/N) in her office and asked her to take part in a simple recognizance mission.

“I’m telling you this is an easy mission and it will go off without a hitch! You’re in, you’re out, you’re done,” Kirk pleaded as he followed her out into the main area of the medbay. He had just explained how it would be perfect for her because she was sociable and friendly. Of course, he couldn’t help but add in the added benefit of her good looks. “People will be spilling their guts to you! All you gotta do is bat those eyelashes.”

“Captain, this is harassment. I told you: missions like that are not in my job training.” (Y/N) turned to face Kirk and used her hand to apply emphasis to her statement. “I. Am. Not. Going. End of story.”

The door opened after what felt like hours but what was only a few minutes. (Y/N) watched as an alien that looked similar to the guard but larger walked confidently into the room accompanied by a few other guards. The big alien was dressed in fine clothes and had an elaborate and heavy-looking headdress on, signaling to (Y/N) that it would be good for her health to not piss him off. She stayed silent until the alien stood so close to her that she could smell him. He smelled of rotten meat and expensive oils.

“You are Doctor (Y/N) (L/N) of the starship Enterprise.” He said. “I have reason to believe you are a cohort of Commander Spock.”

This took (Y/N) by surprise. Her brows furrowed and her lips tugged into a frown. Sure she had worked with Spock plenty of times but surely not enough to be considered a cohort, or associated with him by name.

“I think there’s been some sort of mistake here. I don’t even know Commander Spock that well!”

“Spock suggested you specifically for the mission.”

(Y/N) paused and dropped her hand down to her side. Kirk could very well be lying just to get her to agree but then why else would he want a surgeon doing a spy’s job.

“No, he didn’t. You just want me to give in,” She huffed and gathered some old patient files that needed to be sorted and brushed passed Kirk and into her office. She couldn’t deny the rush of warmth spreading across her face but she could do her best at hiding it.

“I’m serious! He said you were beautiful and that you would be disarming enough to get people to talk to you about anything,” Kirk once again followed (Y/N) into her office but this time stopped to lean on the door frame. He crossed his arms and smirked as he watched the doctor deadpan at him.

“Commander Spock said that? Those exact words?” She didn’t believe Spock even knew how to actually compliment people, even behind their backs.

The alien huffed and one of his henchmen stepped forward. He was very scrawny and his large eyes darted wildly around the room.

“We have reliable intel that you are close to the Enterprise’s second-in-command and we would like you to divulge his whereabouts. We know that he has been trying to infiltrate our databases and that is a crime that can not go unpunished,” his voice was harsh, like a steaming tea kettle and (Y/N) winced.

“Well, I’m sorry but your intel is wrong. I wouldn’t even classify us as friends. Well, I mean it’s not that I don’t want to be his friend. I actually like him a lot but he spends just about every moment with me in silence or critiquing me so-“

“Enough! Quit your useless rambling and tell us where he is!” The boss alien thundered out so loud that the floor seemed to shake. (Y/N) was officially freaked out.

“Look, I’m telling you, I have no idea where he is! I don’t even know if he’s on this planet!” She pleaded with the aliens and hoped they believed her because it was the truth. She hadn’t seen Spock for a while, even before Kirk made her go on this mission.

“Yeah, he didn’t say those exact words but that’s definitely what he meant to say. I could tell.”

“Kirk, get out of my office.”

Kirk sighed and walked up to the desk, “Just please do this mission. We are so close to our goal we just need a little push. (Y/N)-

            “Doctor (L/N).”

            “(Y/N). Please.”

If there’s one thing that (Y/N) can’t resist, it’s James being sincere. It just happens so rarely that she caves right away. After a moment of glaring into Kirk’s pleading eyes, she rubbed her eyes and sighed, “Fine!”

            “Yes!” Kirk pumped his fist in victory.

            “But I want to talk to Spock first.”

Kirk paused and side-glanced before looking back at (Y/N), “You can’t.”

            “Why not?”

            “Cause he’s on the mission.”

            “I thought you said he asked for me. How could he have told you that if he’s on mission already?” (Y/N) raised an accusatory eyebrow, she was sure she caught Kirk in his lie but he was quick.

            “Because he just left this morning. Now find your hottest dress and meet me in the transport room for your briefing,” Kirk tapped the desk before quickly exiting the room.

            “Wait, Now?!”

(Y/N) could honestly say she had not thought of how to get out of a situation like this. All attention was on her – something that she would normally thrive with – but she was at a loss for words for the first time in her life. The big alien grumbled and leaned forward to look closer at her face. She didn’t hide her fear.

            “Look, I swear on my life I don’t know what Spock is doing or where he is,” She couldn’t hide the tremble in her voice but she tried to be as firm as possible.

            “Humans,” the alien spat, “They lie so blithely.”

            “I’m not lying!”

            “How can you claim to like someone but know nothing about them? You are lying!”

(Y/N) huffed and rolled her eyes, “Just because I like him does not mean he likes me! The guy does not even think that way! He doesn’t talk to me unless it has something to do with my job!” She had stepped forward during her rant but was immediately seized by the guards that were closest to her. They gripped tightly on her upper arms but the guard on her left quickly loosened his grip and she couldn’t help but think that the sensation was familiar. It reminded her of her first meeting with Commander Spock.

            She was in a hurry to get to the medbay as she had been sent a 9-1-1 message by Bones. In her hurry she had been completely disregarding the safety of other people in the halls, bumping into several people while shouting an apology over her shoulder. It was while she was giving one of these hurried apologies that she managed to bump into a solid form that barely stumbled while she went tripping toward the ground. With a yelp, she braced for the ground but was stopped by a strong hand taking hold of her upper arm.

            “Doctor (L/N), it’s not safe to be running through the halls. The hazard is amplified when one is not paying attention.”

The monotone voice of Commander Spock caused (Y/N) to snap her eyes open and scramble to stand on her own two feet rather than being suspended by her arm.

            “Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry, Commander! You’re totally right, I wasn’t paying attention-“

            “Apology accepted, Doctor,” Spock interrupted her rambling and then walked passed her without waiting for a response. (Y/N) huffed and frowned as she too walked away from the scene of the social crime.

            “Well, isn’t he a sweetie,” She grumbled before picking up her pace through the halls, this time paying attention to where she was going.

            From then on, “sweetie” was (Y/N)’s nickname for Spock. She was careful to never say it to his face since she had worked with him a lot more since the “incident” but in private and amongst friends, the sarcastic endearment rolled easily off the tongue. It got to the point where she even used it with the Captain.

            “Why do you call him that, it’s weird,” Kirk questioned one day over drinks in the lounge.

            “Because every time I talk to him, he’s an asshole. I think it’s funny.”

Kirk laughed and sipped his whiskey. “Well, I think you might have a crush on our favorite Vulcan.”

            “Oh, I definitely do,” (Y/N) was very direct. Kirk choked on his drink in surprise and coughed as (Y/N) continued, “But that’s out of the equation because I don’t even think Spock thinks about anyone unless they’re useful for something he needs doing.”

            (Y/N) downed the last of her drink and shook her head to try to rid herself of the floaty state the alcohol put her in. In the morning, she would regret letting James Kirk in on her best-kept secret but she was not worried about that or anything else except for going to bed.

            “Well, speak of the devil,” Kirk said with a smirk. Spock walked in with his hands clasped behind his back and his usual blank expression. Upon noticing the state of his friend and his colleague he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

            “Oh, hello, sweetie!” (Y/N) laughed at her own words and Kirk couldn’t help but laugh as well. Spock was stunned into silence. He let his hands drop to his sides and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He didn’t know exactly how to respond, she had never called him anything other than his name and rank before. He decided to ignore the sudden endearment.

            “Captain, you’re needed on the bridge,” He managed to finally say what he needed to say before quickly turning and leaving the room.

            When Kirk took the liberty of retelling the story to (Y/N) the next morning, she was mortified.

            The large alien hisses to one of his henchmen in a language (Y/N) doesn’t understand and then another one of them steps forward. In a tone that seemed to be unsure of the words he was saying, he started,

            “Our studies show that typically when one human likes another, the feeling is reciprocated,”

            “Spock is not human,” (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh before correcting herself, “Well, not all human.”

            “Then you have no reason to protect him.”

            “That’s not how feelings even work! Not human ones! I admire him and I will protect him but I do not expect any such action from him. Just as I don't expect a sunset to admire me back or for the stars to gaze back at me! Feelings are not about reciprocity!”

            “This does not align with our intel,” The big alien was clearly angry, and (Y/N) had a strong feeling that things would not go well from here but as she said she would do her best to protect Spock.

            “Regardless of your intel,” (Y/N) scoffed, “Commander Spock has much more important things to do than worry about me or what I’m doing so. I’m of no use to you. Let me go.”

            Why did she never know when to shut up?

The large alien’s face stretched into what (Y/N) had to assume was his version of a grin but looked more like he was preparing to eat her. She wouldn’t doubt it if she was being honest.

            “If you are of no use for giving information, you can be put to other uses, Doctor.”

            “What? Wait!”

The guard to her right started to lead her back toward the door they came through and (Y/N) began to struggle.

            “Take her to the nursery, the larvae must be fed,” The big alien ordered with a loud cracking laugh. Just as (Y/N) yanked harshly away from the guard pulling her, the guard to her left took firm hold of her arm once more but instead of leading her forward, he tugged her back into him. Suddenly, he pulled a phaser and shot the other guard. Crying out in fear, (Y/N) struggled once more to get away from this rogue guard as the henchmen began to make their way over to stop him. The guard removed his hood and revealed his face.

            “Commander!” (Y/N) gasped and her cheeks reddened. Everyone paused for a brief moment of shock before the big alien roared for his henchmen and guards to seize the two star fleet officers. Spock shot a few more before looking down at (Y/N) with an almost unnoticeable smirk.

            “Hello, Sweetie,” He said before moving his grip from (Y/N)’s arm to her hand and pulling her to a run. (Y/N)’s face was warm and it was not because of the running. She couldn’t help but laugh as they ran through the corridors, dodging phasers and guards. “We have to get to the front entrance. That’s the only place Scotty can beam us up!” Spock shouted over his shoulder.

            “Right!”

They ran until they reached the front room. Standing in the middle of the room was not the best option but they were only there for a moment before they both felt the familiar feeling of being beamed up to the transport room. Upon their arrival, Spock immediately ushered (Y/N) toward the awaiting Doctor Bones.

            “I’m fine! Just a few cuts and bruises. Nothing I haven’t had before,” (Y/N) tried to wave the grouchy Doctor away but he swatted her hands away and then removed the cuffs.

            “I’ll be the judge of that, cupcake. You look like you caught on fire.” He was gesturing to the hem of her dress.

            “I think for a moment I did,” (Y/N) laughed while Bones shook his head.

            “All right, you’re free to go. You too, Spock.”

Bones finally released the two, though he had told Spock that he could leave about twenty minutes ago. The Vulcan had refused. Spock and (Y/N) walked side by side in silence for a while before Spock broke it.

            “You have misread me.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at her Commander who was still looking straight ahead. “What do you mean, Commander?”

            “My feelings about you. You have misread them.”

Her eyes widened. In the chaos of escape, she had forgotten that Spock was standing right next to her when she basically saying she loved him. Okay, slight exaggeration but she still felt embarrassed.

            “Oh.” That was all she said. All she could say. Another time of silence passed.

            “I apologize if my actions suggested that I do not enjoy your company,” Spock was deliberate with his words as if he didn’t know if what he was saying was the right thing. The tips of his ears were tinged a faint green when he finally paused in his step to look at (Y/N). She noticed the blush on his ears and couldn’t help the small smile that snuck onto her face.

            “So, you like to hang out with me?”

            “Well, I’ve never accompanied you in a social setting so it would be illogical for me to say that I like something that I have not tried.”

            (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

            “However, I do enjoy working with you. You are very good at your job, Doctor (L/N),” Spock clasped his hands behind his back so that (Y/N) would not see him picking at his cuticles. He was nervous.

            “(Y/N).”

            “Pardon?”

            “Call me (Y/N). Outside of work obviously,” (Y/N) shrugged and looked away from Spock’s intense gaze.

            “(Y/N).” She could’ve melted at the way her name sounded coming from his lips. It was experimental and a bit rigid sounding but it was a start. She finally looked back into Spock’s eyes and smiled brightly.

            “Do you want to go get dinner with me, Spock? I’m starving,” (Y/N) resumed her walk, this time in the direction of the cafeteria. She heard Spock’s steps fall in line with hers.

            “I highly doubt that you are starving. You always attend normal meal times which means you must have eaten this morning,” Spock said in a matter-of-fact tone. (Y/N) laughed and shook her head.

            “It’s an expression, Spock.”

[whatif-animagineblog]

Prompt: @starfleetorbust asked (Before she adopted another muse) For Spock and prompt #2. I hope this restokes some flames lol. 

Warnings: Nope!!

Pairing: reader/Spock

A/N: This one was fun and sweet to do!

Word Count: 396

“Y/N,” you looked up from work and turned your attention to Spock who was entering the room.

“Spock?”

“Happy Birthday,” He said softly, placing a small pot on your desk. You marveled at the ornate flower before you. You reached your fingers out to touch the petals, colored a bright orange with deep magenta splotches around the edges. They were so bright compared to the almost black stem that supported it.

“Oh, Spock. This is, beautiful. Where did you find it,” you turned to look up at him.

“Mr. Sulu and the other botanist allowed me to care for it. I grew it.”

“This is such a lovely flower Spock,” you gently reached out with two fingers for his which he quickly accepted.

“It reminds me of you,” he confessed quietly.

You let out a short laugh, “Are you trying to say that I’m fragile and high maintenance?”

“No,” Spock’s voice had an edge to it. It shocked you and you glanced up into his eyes, which had a hint of hurt. “This variety of orchid comes from Vulcan. And it is a particularly robust even by our standards. It can survive in almost any environment, in fact, it’s common to see this orchid growing on rocks.” You looked at him gobsmacked. “They don’t just survive, they thrive when the harsh Vulcan environment is all but kind. They absorbing water from the air and bloom in the midst of sandstroms, they are strong and beautiful. So, I find my logic sound in say that it reminds me of you.”

“Oh, Spock,” you sighed standing up to hug him. You pulled him in tight, only leaning back to place a kiss on his cheek. “That is so wonderful of you to say.” His arms wrapped around you firmly, squeezing slightly when you pushed your face into his chest.

“Well, Vulcans do not lie.”

You giggled and pushed back to look at him catching a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “I guess they don’t,” you said offering him your pointer and middle finger just as he had taught you. He enclosed your hand in his as leaned in and captured your lips in his. You pushed back, all too welcoming to a rare, but wonderful treat. He pulled back, his dark eyes boring into yours as he rested his forehead on you. “Happy birthday, Ashyam.”

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[valerianovna]

Phenotype- A Star Trek Fic - Chapter 1- Starry eyes (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/88536j7aEV Spock x Reader slowburn, with a ton of angst. I'm serious, so much angst... This is practically a whole new Star Trek episode. Reader has anxiety in this book! --- It will also be posted to ao3 under the name LuxCh3rry. Currently a work in progress. Please notify me if you spot any errors! ✨ --- "When you open your eyes (which you hadn't realised you'd closed) you're standing on a rocky peak overlooking a large city, dazzling green in colour. Gasping, you watch in wonder as strange creatures leap from tree to tree in the forest-submerged city, the sunlight glittering on spiral towers and sleek buildings. You step forward, lost in admiration, but something stops you. Looking down, you see Spock pulling you back with a bemused expression, pebbles falling down the cliff-side you were about to step into. "Oh" you rub your neck, trying not to turn red, "Thank you.""

Uuuh if you like Star Trek consider giving my fic a read! It would really help me out! (im awful with motivation ahah) 

[kaitymccoy123]

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!-

Once again this was for Trek Fest 2017!  

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[kinkykinard]

Mixed Blessings

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS). Pairing:  Reader x Spock. Prompt: Anon requested - Hello, I want to request a fic where the reader is in a (new) relationship with Bones or Spock (your choice). No one knows she should be on long-term meds to prevent migraine attacks. She asks Spock to teach her Vulcan mediation techniques to battle the attacks (but doesn’t tell him why). It doesn’t go well. Bones keeps her in med bay / on bed rest in her quarters (maybe Spock can help with the treatment?). They kinda police her med intake until she’s more comfortable having to take them. THX! Word Count: 3702. Warnings: None. Rating: All ages. Author’s Note: To the lovely Anon I had the pleasure of chatting with the other day who felt like Spock wasn’t getting enough love – I hope this is good! It was that conversation that swayed me towards writing Spock for this one instead of Bones, and I hope I’ve done him justice!

Mixed Blessings You sit curled up against Spock’s side, enjoying the slight chill he’s giving off as the beginnings of what you’re sure is going to be a terrible migraine throb behind your eyes.  Your neck feels tight, the lights too bright, and the nearly-inaudible background hum of the warp core far too loud as your stomach turns: the auras are old news to you by now, you’ve been suffering from migraines since the age of fourteen, and lately they’ve been intensifying and coming nearly daily. “Hey Spock?”  You say softly, your own voice echoing in your head and egging the headache on. “Yes, ashayam?”  He asks, making your lips curl into a small smile at the term of endearment. “I was wondering, can you teach me to meditate?”  You murmur. He pauses momentarily as though considering what possible motivations you might have to want to learn the art of Vulcan meditation. “Of course,” he replies.  “Is there any particular reason why you would like to learn?” You shake your head, feeling the pain throb and reach out further, taking over you.  It’s all you can do to keep from throwing up on the spot as black spots dance in your vision. “No,” you say in what you hope is a light and conversational tone.  “It might just be nice to be able to turn my mind off for a while sometimes.  Maybe it’ll help me worry less and detach myself from my work a bit.”

The Vulcan makes a noncommittal noise. Sitting up and moving away from him, you wrack your brain for some kind of an excuse to make a hasty retreat to your quarters: you need to lie down before the pain gets really bad. “Excuse me,” you mumble.  “I’ve just realized there’s something I need to attend to. I’ll see you later, Spock.  Maybe I can stop by your quarters this evening and we can start on those lessons?” He inclines his head, and you know that he’s pleased even though his expression hasn’t changed. “I look forward to it,” he replies. You wave over your shoulder as you make your way out of the rec room and head for your quarters.  The walk feels like it takes an hour and you know by the time you reach your door that you’re weaving, but thankfully you’ve not run across anybody.  Punching in your access code, you stumble inside and make your way directly to the bathroom.  After dry heaving for several minutes, the intensity of your headache increasing further, you make your way out into the bedroom, turn the lights out, and hit the bed. Whether you fall asleep or pass out makes no difference, as long as the pain is gone when you wake up. And, blissfully, it is. You groan as consciousness comes back to you some time later.  Shifting around in bed, you realize you’ve been asleep for nearly three hours and your mouth is dry.  Ordering the lights to fifty percent, you gingerly get to your feet, stretch a little, and make your way to the kitchenette.  Your head still aches, but it’s a dull sort of pain compared to the knifing agony from earlier and it’s nothing you can’t handle. Filling a glass with water, you sip it slowly, hoping to quell the echo of nausea that’s still sitting in the pit of your stomach.  Once you’ve drained it, you make sure you look presentable and venture out of your quarters again, heading out to find Spock.  His quarters are two floors above yours, with the other officers’ quarters, and it doesn’t take you long to get there. You knock on your boyfriend’s door and he answers it within moments, stepping aside to let you in before closing the door in your wake.  His quarters are neat and orderly and strangely welcoming.  The lights are low and there are two mats laid out on the floor near the coffee table.   “Please, have a seat, Y/N,” he says crisply, gesturing to one of the mats.  “I find that a cross-legged position with one’s hands resting upturned on one’s knees is the most comfortable, but it hardly matters how you sit as long as you are able to stay in that position for the duration of your meditation.” You nod and arrange yourself on one of the mats.  You choose to sit just as Spock had indicated and you glance up at him for approval. He kneels at your side, splaying a palm at your lower back, encouraging you to sit up as straight as you can. It’s a little less comfortable than the slouch you’d been in moments ago, but you can handle it and you nod, watching as Spock takes his place, mirroring your position a short distance away in front of you. “Meditation is a practice not of thoughtlessness, as many would believe, but one of mindfulness,” he begins.  “To start your training, I will lead you in a guided meditation.  Close your eyes, ashayam, and listen to my voice.” You consider what he’s said as you let your eyelids drop, and you listen to him as he begins to talk you through a storm, violent and powerful.  As you envision the calming of the wind and rain, you come to realize they are meant to represent the stress that you’d mentioned earlier upon asking him to help teach you.  You switch tracks in your mind, replacing the stress in the metaphor with the pain you feel on a daily basis and you try to ingrain it all in your memory for use when you need it. Your first lesson goes well, and you try it out the next time you start getting a headache to no avail.  Figuring you’re just not trying hard enough or unable to focus properly just yet, you continue your lessons with Spock.  He’s patient with you and praises your efforts even though you know you must be operating at a three-year-old-Vulcan level to him. A few more lessons pass you by and your headaches, if anything, are getting worse.  One night, a couple of weeks later, one hits as you’re actively meditating with Spock and you break rank, cradling your head in your hands as darkness tugs at the edges of your vision. Spock is at your side in an instant. “What is it, ashayam?”  He asks, and you can sense the concern in his tone though you know his voice is as impassive as ever. You have to lie down.  You’re not sure that he’s heard you, or even that you’ve gotten the words out, but you attempt to stand up with his strong grip on your upper arms.  You try to focus on his lips – he’s talking but you can’t hear him over the roaring of your own heartbeat in your ears – but it’s impossible as your vision begins to gray out the closer you get to standing. The last thing you feel as your vision blacks out entirely are Spock’s arms around you, catching you and holding you close. Your consciousness is gone, but with it so, too, is the pain. You awaken several hours later to a cacophony of sounds all around you and two hushed voices at your side.  There’s a hand clasping one of yours and another suddenly lands on your shoulder, startling you.  You open your eyes and groan as you’re assaulted by lights – not overhead, mercifully, but further out in what you now realize is the med bay. Blinking, you clear your vision and look up into the concerned face of Dr. McCoy, the ship’s CMO. “Welcome back, Lieutenant,” he says softly. “You gave Spock quite the scare, fainting in his arms.” “Concern, doctor,” Spock corrects him. “Fear would not have been conducive to appropriate action.  Concern can be felt without impairing one’s ability to operate objectively.” You giggle tiredly as you see the doctor roll his eyes as he begins to scan and examine you.  You endure the light he shines in your eyes, the questions about how you’re feeling and how you felt before you passed out, squeezing his hands to test your grip strength.  What you wish you could skip out on is the confrontation that follows. “How often have you been having migraines lately?”  Dr. McCoy asks. You sigh and run a shaky hand through your hair.  For the first time in weeks you feel absolutely no trace of a headache – undoubtedly due to whatever drugs the doctor has given you – and you don’t want to tempt fate by talking about your migraines of late. “Almost every day,” you murmur, averting your gaze. “Ashayam, why would you keep that from us?”  Spock interjects. You shake your head weakly. “I’ve had them since I was fourteen,” you reply.  “Sometimes they flare up like this.” “And yet there’s nothing in your file about you being seen for headaches in the last couple of years,” the doctor presses. “When did the medication stop being effective?” You swallow thickly at the question, feeling your heart sink. “I haven’t been taking it,” you say almost inaudibly. The doctor grumbles wordlessly and Spock’s grip on your hand tightens. “Why not?”  Spock asks gently.  “Was the medication insufficient to help the pain?  Were you experiencing side effects?” “You keep this up, Spock, and I’m going to be out of a job soon,” Dr. McCoy says dryly before turning his attention back to you.  “What’s going on, Y/N?  I can’t help you if you’re not honest with me.” “The meds were working okay,” you explain. “I just… I don’t like the idea of being on any medications.  My grandmother was really sick for a few years before she died.  They put her on all sorts of medications and they only seemed to make her worse.  I was afraid of something like that happening to me, so I stopped taking them…” The doctor’s expression softens a bit and he shakes his head. “You should have come to me,” he says gently. “We could have talked about it. I’m happy to answer any questions you have and to make sure you understand everything.  We can make this work for you.” Spock, who has been brooding at your side, interrupts your conversation. “Is this perhaps why you were interested in learning to meditate?”  He queries. You nod. “I thought maybe I could handle the headaches some other way,” you reply.  “I’ve heard that a lot of pain is psychological, and I thought maybe I could trick my brain into easing up on the headaches if I could just concentrated hard enough or in the right way.” “While I find your approach admirable, meditation is not a substitute for medical attention,” Spock admonishes you softly. “No, but it can be a powerful adjunct,” Dr. McCoy reasons.  “Y/N, I want you to take a few days off of work.  I’m going to discharge you to your quarters, but I’d like to check on you twice a day to ensure your headaches are being controlled.  I want to put you back on your medication, but I’d also like for you to continue your lessons with Mr. Spock.  The meditation will help you relieve stress, which will help alleviate the headaches and allow the medication to work better.  I know you aren’t keen on the idea of long-term drug therapy, but I’d like you to hear me out.  Before I let you go, I’d like to explain the treatment to you: the long-term prognosis, your options, and anything else you’re curious about.  I want us to be able to work as a team to manage your health, alright?” You tighten your grip on Spock’s hand anxiously but you nod, letting out a shaky breath.  Your compliance earns you a smile from the doctor and an uncharacteristically sentimental squeeze back from your lover. Everything happens in a flash after that. The doctor disappears for a few moments and reappears with a bottle of pills in hand.  He goes through the dosing schedule, the potential side effects, the pharmacokinetics, the long-term outlook, and answers each and every one of your questions readily.  It’s his being quick to answer that reassures you the most – you know he’s knowledgeable and experienced with the drug and with its use in patients like yourself, and that helps to ease your mind a little about being on the meds. You’re discharged to your quarters shortly following the discussion on the condition that Spock stays with you to monitor you for the rest of the day and that you’re alright with Dr. McCoy coming by to check on you periodically.  You agree easily and soon enough, Spock is walking you to your quarters, his arm around your waist to steady you as he guides you. Though the two of you have been together for a few weeks, you’re still surprised by the gentleness and care with which he tucks you into bed when you arrive in your quarters.  You’re not feeling sleepy and so he props a number of pillows under your back so you’re halfway seated and sits at your side, taking your hand in his again.  You meet his gaze and you know he’s feeling some measure of worry for you, though an eye less trained than yours would never know it. “You should have told me you wanted to learn meditation to help with your pain,” Spock says plainly.  “I would have opted for a different visualization, one that may have been more useful to you.” You smile softly at him, giving his hand a grateful squeeze. “Maybe we can try again?”  You ask.  “You heard the doctor – the meditation might help with my treatment.  I’m open to anything that means I might be able to rely less on the drugs.” And so you do.  This time, as you relax against your pillows, Spock guides you through a new visualization – one of the ocean, waves crashing over you and taking a sliver of your pain away with each recession.  While you’re not in pain at the moment, it is helping to relax you a bit anyway and you feel yourself breathing easier; even the muscles in your chest are loosening up as you concentrate on Spock’s soft voice. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been meditating when you hear a knock on the door to your quarters, but you miss Spock’s presence as soon as he’s gone.  He comes back in a moment with Dr. McCoy at his side and stands a short distance away to give the CMO some room to work beside you.  The doctor takes a seat and makes quick work of running his tricorder over your head and neck, appearing satisfied with the readings. “Any pain, Y/N?”  He asks, glancing up at you as he sets the instrument away. You shake your head, watching the doctor as he brings his hands up and rests his fingertips on your neck, gently prodding at the muscles there and in your shoulders, making you hiss as he elicits some tenderness. “No auras?”  He continues questioning as his fingers press into more of your muscles, making you groan softly. “No,” you answer, shifting and shrugging your shoulders to shake them out a bit as he finishes his exam. He makes a noncommittal noise and glances between you and Spock as you watch him, waiting for his verdict. “You’re very tense,” he explains.  “I could give you a shot of a muscle relaxant, but seeing as you’re not keen on the idea of medication, I think a massage would be the better way to go.  We have a therapist in the med bay, but short of something so formal, I’m sure a good, old fashioned shoulder rub from your friendly neighborhood Vulcan would work just as well and then you don’t even need to leave your quarters.” Your gaze flickers over to Spock, who inclines his head in polite agreement.  You’d been unsure whether he would agree to something so potentially intimate when Dr. McCoy had suggested it, but now that he’s agreed you find yourself relaxing. You turn your attention back to the CMO, urging him wordlessly to continue. “I think that with some rest and a regular med routine, the meditation and massage should help to keep you headache-free,” the doctor concludes.  “I want you to come by and see me regularly for a couple of weeks so we can make sure you’re on track, but after that as long as the treatment holds, you should be fine to get back to a normal routine.” “Will I be on the medication forever?” You ask lightly. “We’ll see,” the doctor replies.  “Migraines often change over time, sometimes they go away all together.  After you’ve been stable for a while, we can try to wean you off of the medication to see if the headaches come back.  If they do, we’ll treat you again and try it again another time.  If they don’t, we’ll go from there.” You nod, satisfied, and smile.  This time, the upturning of your lips is much easier and more genuine, and you hold out a hand to shake the doctor’s. “Thank you,” you say gratefully.  “This is still a lot for me, but I think I’ll be okay.” “You’re going to be just fine, darlin’,” the doctor assures you with a glance up at Spock.  “I may be questioning your choices for a support network a little bit, but between myself and Mr. Spock, I think you’ll do great.” You chuckle and nod, watching the doctor take his leave after he’s reminded you to call on him any time you need.  Spock inclines his head in thanks, too, and immediately takes up the CMO’s place on the bed. Over the next several days, he’s incredibly kind, gentle, and thoughtful with you.  It may not appear so to an observer, but you can feel the humanity in his touches as he massages your shoulders, easing the tension and the aches there.  You know how incredibly intimate touch is to a Vulcan, and you know that you’ll never be able to fully express how grateful you are for Spock’s willingness to be so close with you, so personal.  Even when you do try, he just informs you that he’s doing all that he can for your health because he cares for you and wants nothing more than for you to remain well and happy. He's supportive, too.  You struggle sometimes to force yourself to take your medications, to go and check in with Dr. McCoy, but he’s always there to encourage you, though sometimes it’s more matter-of-factly than it is warmly.  You don’t hold it against him – you know sometimes you’re a little unreasonable – but the tears sometimes come.  When they do, he apologizes, and he’s as human as you’ve ever seen him in those moments. You continue your meditation lessons, and eventually you become more familiar with the process.  Spock is pleased with your progress and he tells you as much as he continues to walk you through the visualization daily until you’re happy to manage it on your own.   Weeks pass and you’re getting better at managing your condition.  Your headaches are much fewer and further between, and when they do come they’re an afterthought compared to the pain you’d been experiencing before.  You’re still warming up to the whole routine, but for all of the anxiety the pain has brought you, it’s also brought you and Spock closer together. The two of you are talking one night as he’s giving you yet another back rub, his hands gliding easily over your muscles, supple beneath his touch, aided by the fragrant oil he’s applied to your skin. “Your progress has been admirable, to say the least,” Spock quips as his thumbs find twin trigger points in either of your traps, making you wince.  “I’m proud of you, ashayam.” You blush a little, opening the eye that’s upturned where your head is lying sideways on your crossed arms, looking up at Spock. “Thank you,” you murmur.  “I’m kind of proud of me, too.” Spock tips his head in silent support of you and you close your eyes once more, smiling softly.  Though his massage is firm and none too gentle over the particularly tight spots, you find yourself nearly drifting off nevertheless.  You’re on the precipice into slumber when Spock’s voice cuts through the haze. “This may not be the right time for me to confess something so salient,” he begins lightly.  “But if my understanding of human feelings and circumstance serves, I believe there is seldom an ideal time for such an expression.  I ashaya du.” You don’t speak a lick of Vulcan, or any language other than Federation standard, for that matter, but the meaning is clear.  You tense up beneath Spock’s touch and he notices immediately. “My apologies, Y/N,” he says plainly.  “It was my belief that you felt the same way.” You shift around, scrambling up off of your belly and onto your knees on the bed, facing him.  You look at him for several long and pregnant moments, your eyes searching his face, looking for some, any sign of true sincerity. You find it in the thinly-veiled hurt and confusion in his eyes and your heart leaps up into your throat as you throw you arms around him, clinging to him, nuzzling into his neck. “I love you, too, Spock,” you say shakily, relief plain as day in your tone.  “I mean, I’d hoped that the way you’ve been here for me meant love, but hearing you say it means so much to me.  Thank you for the final proof.” You feel him move to rest his cheek atop your head in an uncharacteristically affectionate gesture and you sigh happily as you stay locked in his embrace.  You find your feelings on your headaches sorting themselves out in your mind, and you realize with a soft chuckle that you can’t regret any of what’s happened.  Your pain has brought Spock so close that you’d do it all over in a heartbeat, though with him at your side now you know you’ll never have to worry about it again.

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Prompt: Congrats on 900!!! Could I get #22? Thank you, and I'm so proud of you! (With Spock) @jimfromsales

Pairing: Spock/reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is like the second actual Spock fic like I think I’ve done. But this was fun, I hope I did him okay.

Word Count: 622

It was a long walk from the botany labs to the research lab on the lower levels. Now it was even a longer with the added weight of a large box filled with samples, plants and a few PADD with care notes and research notes.

You set it down a minute catching your breath. Leaning against the wall you listen to peoples footsteps passing. You only opened your eyes when a tall shadow stepped into your light. You looked to be met with one of your commanding officers. “Commander Spock! You straightened up and saluted haphazardly.

“At ease Lieutenant,” he replied evenly, eyes staring into yours.

You looked around with some nervousness, “What can I do for you, Commander Spock?”

“I saw you struggling with that box. May I carry it for you,” he asked innocently and you began waving your hands in front of you.

“No, Sir, it’s alright! I have it it’s just super heavy, you went reaching for the box but Spock grabbed it first lifting it was a graceful ease.

“I insist. It is not heavy, I am stronger than I look.” You tried to give an excuse insisting to him that he should hand it over. “Lieutenant Y/L/N, I do mean it when I say it is not heavy. Being part Vulcan, means I have superior strength to humans. Where are you headed?”

You gaped at him a minute amazed at his kindness. “Research labs.” You walked side by side in silence.

As you stood beside him in a turbo-lift you decided it was too awkward to be silent all the way. “Thank you, Mr. Spock,” you muttered.

“It is my pleasure. I believe these samples have to do with the attempts of sustainable farming on starships and colonies in case of emergencies?” He asked politely, “you are one of the laboratory technicians, correct?”

“Yes, yes! I am! It’s more for colonies than us, Sir. We are testing it out here more for a chance we might ever send out a generational vessel into the farther reaches of space. It some pretty exciting stuff really. That and we get to mess with plants.” You smiled up at him and he looked towards you with a neutral expression. But you noticed something, the way his eyes sparkled, the same way they would if he’s been a full human smiling. Spock was, in his own special way smiling at you and you were melting.

As you reached the labs, Spock delicately placed the box on your desk. You expected him to leave but he seemed stuck to his spot. “I-I there anything I can do for you, sir?” You asked after a few minutes of you silently unpacking the box.

“Yes, I would like you to answer a question I am having,” his voice seemed to get softer. You nodded, encouraging him to continue. “Will you join me for dinner in my quarters tomorrow evening?”

Your heart stopped, or was it beating so hard you could no longer feel it? You didn’t know. All you knew is that you excited. You never knew that Spock had affection towards you, but on the other hand, you didn’t think he knew that you shared feelings.

“Y/N, are you okay? H-have I overstepped some boundary?” Oh no! You had been quiet too long.

“Spock, I-I have the late shift tomorrow evening.” you supported out not being able to sort your thoughts fast enough.

Spock’s features seemed to have faltered. Taken back he spoke, “Oh, I see.”

“But,” you called, cutting in. “I’m free Friday. If you would want to meet then.”

Spock nodded slowly, “Is Friday, at 1900 hours agreeable?”

You beamed at him nodding, “I find it very agreeable, Spock.”

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Ice Cold

Words: 432

Pairing: Spock x Reader

A/N: I run cold most of the time so I feel you!!

Request: Can we have an AOS Spockxreader oneshot when the reader is constantly cold (my heater just broke and I have reached my final form as a block of ice) and he's always making sure that she stays warm? I don't know if it's true but Spock seems to me like he would run at a higher temperature than normal humans - Anon

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You practically crawled down the corridor to Spock quarters, it’d been a long shift and you didn’t want anything more than to just curl up in a ball with your personal heater. Entering the quarters you noticed some blankets folded up on the back of the sofa, you ran your hand over them and smiled. Spock tended to leave the blankets out for you when his shift was running longer than yours knowing you were almost always cold.

Picking up the blankets you took them to the bedroom and changed into some pyjamas before wrapping yourself in the blankets and pulling up some paperwork to look through. It felt like only minutes had passed before you felt a weight at the end of the bed when in reality it had been a couple of hours. “Spock you’re back already?”

“Yes?” he questioned “I finished my shift on time and came straight here”

You nodded and finished up some paperwork as Spock changed into his own pyjamas and crawled into the bed. You slowly unwrapped yourself from your cocoon and shivered at the cool air before getting under the sheets and snuggling up to Spock, he wrapped his arms around you to hold you close and keep you warm. The two of you talked about your days and soon enough you’d fallen asleep. 

Spock had woken to the Captain voice calling him to the bridge momentarily. The two of you had finally got a day off together and it was typical that he had to be called to work at an ungodly hour, removed his limbs from you carefully and reached for the blankets that you’d discarded. He wrapped you tightly in them before you could even stir from the lack of his warmth.

Spock was gone for about half an hour and on his return you were unmoved. He took the blankets off you and slipped into bed. You stirred and opened your eyes slightly “Spock?”

“Yes, that is me.”

“Are you ok?” you slurred curling up to the man as he lay on his back, your head pressed to his chest.

“Everything is fine. The Captain called me to the bridge to discuss matters on-” he stopped speaking as soon as your breathing had leveled out and you were asleep again. A small smile tugged at his lips as he fought it. He let his thumb trace a pattern on your skin as he himself fell asleep under you. He may have been your personal heater, but the coolness of your skin felt like heaven to him.

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If it's ok to request: can we have a oneshot of Spockxreader (either TOS or AOS, I can't choose one)? Reader is dealing with depression and on a mission to try to bring another civilization into the federation. After drinking something than the aliens gave her during the celebrations, she falls into a sleep-like coma and nothing seems to bring her back. The natives says that she's too lost fighting whatever is inside her mind. Spock has to meld minds to help her find her way back

This is an amazing concept and really cool, but honestly almost too detailed for me to feel properly to write this unless commissioned to do so. I almost request for you to try your hand at writing this out and see how you do with this! Personally I love mind meld fics and how they work (ie, you see it a lot with all of my fic writing with Spock.) so it would be cool to see another person write more about going into and what’s going on in a mind meld! I believe in you anon and I really hope you try your hand at writing it!

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Motivation Ficlets -Spock

Intro: So this one was inspired by my recent descent into illness that I am convinced was bronchitis (I am mostly recovered by now) and the fact that my house is so freezing that I have this deep need to be cuddled by Spock.  So that is literally what this is.  I thought it was quite sweet.  I hope you enjoy.  :3

((Also Soft Sleepy Spock™ is my new favourite thing))

Pairing: Spock x reader

Word Count: 697

-Enjoy!-

You left your shift early on Dr. McCoy's orders.  He said something along the lines of 'these patients are already sick enough they don't need you sneezing all over them', handed you a bottle of tylenol and a bottle of orange juice and sent you to your quarters.

Truth was, you felt pretty crappy and were glad to be sent home.  You thought at first it was allergies, or just a reaction to the dry air that cycled through the ship, but as the day progressed, you felt worse and worse, your stuffy nose nearly unbearable and your throat feeling sore and swollen.  

Dropping your bag just inside the door, you felt your eyes water and nose sting, just before letting out a big sneeze.  

"Ugh." You groaned and reached for a tissue that you had in your pocket. 

When your eyes cleared and you had blown your nose, you turned to your room, your heart leaping at the sight of a familiar set of dark hair and pointy ears sticking out over the arm of the couch.   Spock. 

You popped a tylenol and took a swig of the orange juice as you rounded the couch to see Spock laid out, one leg along the couch, one dangling off, his head tipped back, resting on the arm of the couch.  You smiled fondly at him, so very uncharacteristically splayed out, relaxed, and you imagined how warm it would be to curl up against him, and you shivered involuntarily.  

All at one the urge to sneeze overtook you, and you tried to stop it, but it escaped you, and the sleeping Vulcan's head quickly snapped up.  

"Y/N?" He mumbled and sat up, his eyes blinking sleepily, his hair tousled adorably.  

"Hi, Spock." You croaked, dabbing at your eyes and nose with your tissue again.  

"You are meant to still be on shift, are you alright?" His voice was soft and gravely from sleep, and he rubbed at his eyes and covered a yawn, both actions you found to be very endearing.  

"I think I'm getting sick.  Dr. McCoy sent me home." You shivered again and suddenly felt exhaustion hit you, "I'm sorry I woke you up, Spock."

"It's quite alright.  You look cold." He peered up at you through slightly furrowed brows. 

"A little.  But 'm fine.  Jus' gonna go to bed." You mumbled, swaying on your feet. 

"Come to me, little one." Spock's long fingers gently brushed against the skin of your forearm, his fingertips so warm that you leaned into the touch. 

"I don't wanna get you sick." You coughed, but your body betrayed you and you let Spock draw you to him. 

"Ashayam, you know Vulcan's have a different immune system than humans, I will not fall ill." 

"Mmmm 'kay." You hummed and nearly fell into the couch, but Spock caught you, gathering you up into his arms, the temperature difference making you groan and snuggle into him.

His body was like a heater under yours, and you quickly tangled your legs together, nestling your head into his neck and tucking your frigid fingers in between your bodies.  His arm was draped across your back, his other hand finding your hair and carding through it softly.  

"Your skin is above it's normal temperature." Spock noted, his chin tilting down suddenly and you felt his lips press quickly to your forehead. 

"Did you just check my temperature?" You mumbled into his chest, a smile perking at your lips as you curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. 

"My mother used to do that when I fell ill, I thought it was customary to check for an elevated temperature through skin to skin contact." Spock's chest rumbled as he spoke, and your eyes flitted closed. 

"Mhmmm." You affirmed, "and 'twas very sweet, thank you, ashaya..." Your mind drifted now, and you let out another shiver despite Spock's body heat. 

Spock shifted below you and soon the heaviness of a blanket fell along your back and with a few more shuffles you were bundled up and toasty, feeling very content. 

"Thank you, Spock." You muttered, and felt his lips press against the top of your head. 

"Anything for you, little one."

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

[lucycola]

TOS!Spock x Reader Masterlist

yeah hi there so I’ll be composing an easy access list with links here! 

The Lone Survivor (series) 

Premise: Fem!Reader accidentally bonds with Spock when rescued from her own starship crash. Hijinks and unbelievable plot points ensue for my own pleasure. Not sure if I’m writing mind melds right but eff it.

Part 1  There was something in everything about you.

Part 2  The night we met I knew I needed you so !

Part 3   My doctor said take it easy! Whole bunch of lovin’ is much too strong!

Part 4    We’re burning down the highway skyline on the back of a hurricane that started turning when you were young

Part 5   Isn’t is lovely? All alone. My heart made of glass, my mind of stone.

Part 6 (final)   Oh lordy me, didn’t I shake sugaree? Everything I got is done and pawned.

The Great Green Room (series HIATUS)

Premise:  AU where the events of Amok Time have drastically changed. Spock indeed married T’Pring and sired a son-however T’Pring dies in labor, leaving Spock widowed. After living with his paternal grandparents for some time, Spock’s son boards the Enterprise with his father for a second mission (we’re pretending another one happened before The Motion Picture). The Reader is a blue working under Spock and he seeks you out to nanny his child.

Part 1

The Visitor (series) HIATUS

Premise:  Modern!AU where Spock is an alien who lands in the reader’s backyard and seeks shelter while repairing his ship. Eventual romance and smut. Inspired in part by this fic here! Reader is an American and shorter than Spock

Part 1  You know that I was hoping that I could leave this star-crossed world behind- But when they cut me open I guess that changed my mind.

Part 2   And the zipping white light beams disregarding bombs and satellites. That was the turning point- that was one lonely night!

Standalones 

Spock x Fem!Reader No. 1

Ask:  “ Spock being kind of betrayed by his love interest but after a bit of angst, everything falls into place and fluff is baaaack :>”

Spock x Neutral!Reader No. 1

Ask: “Hey could you do a Spock X reader where she knows nothing about Vulcans and like keeps accidentally doing taboo things e.g touching hands or touching his ears”

Spock x Fem!Reader No. 2

Ask: “I feel like giving you a bit of a challenge to switch things up: how about a Spockxreader, where reader is a smuggler who loves to tease him and call him sugar?”

Spock x Reader Headcanons No. 1

Ask: “hey! I’d like to request some jealous spock headcanons :) like, what would cause it, how he’d act, and how it’d be resolved? Ik you have other requests, so take your time!! thank u <3 “

Spock x Reader Headcanons No. 2

Ask: “I saw that you’ll answer headcanon questions! So, what are your cutest/sweetest TOS Spock headcanons?”

[whatif-animagineblog]

Prompt: Hiii !! Congratulation for your 6OO followers! Are your 600 Follower Celebration close? If no, can I request something with Spock and 41. Is that…lipstick? and 10. “If you hear muffled screams, consider that a request for a rescue.” ? thank you ! ;) 😊 and congratulation again!  For the Enigmatic @elenawrit

Pairing: Spock/Reader

Warnings: NAH!

A/N: I had fun with this one. It took me some time to figure out what I wanted so I’m glad I landed on this. ALSO: one more till I’m actually done with these! Then back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Word Count: 529

You never actually intended for it to end up like this, and for the record neither did Spock. But there you were, gently kissing in the storage closet closest to the bridge. One of your hands on his shoulder the other brushing against his in a gentle, but heated Vulcan kiss.

The relationship started off simple enough, you two ran into each other during a party, that Spock was ordered to attend. It was history, you talked for hours. Art, space, even so far as your lives up to that point. You were in a little bubble during that party, no one ever knew that you were wooing the great Commander Spock.  

And no one ever did, you kept it quiet out of fear of humiliation on both sides. But Spock made it clear, textbook clarity really, that he wanted a relationship with you. So you did, in secret. Running off to secret rendezvous, sneaking off in the dead of Gamma shift into each other’s room for dinner, and to talk. You apologize to your friends during lunch saying that “Mr. Spock needs to see me. We need to go over a report I turned in.”

They’d laugh, or shudder calling out, “If we hear muffled screams, we’ll consider that a request for a rescue.” You would laugh in good turn, making sure to keep them off your trail.

“Ashayam,” a voice pulled you from your thoughts. You had totally gone blank and found yourself still pressed against Spock, but you had moved your lips to his neck.

You jerked back, “Oh, Spock! Sorry, I just got a little heated. Sorry,” you attempted to pull away more but he grabbed your arm.

“It’s alright, I was just thinking,” he started.

“Like always,” you chuckled, resting a hand on his side feeling for his heart beat.

“Well, I am unfamiliar with that kissing. I was hoping we could introduce it again. Later in the privacy of my quarters. Rather than a supply closet.”

You chuckled, “As logical as always, sweetheart.” You leaned up and gave him a quick peck before speaking again. “I’ll go first than you.”

You snuck out into the hall quickly heading to the mess hall before your shift. As Spock snuck out an embarrassingly familiar voice called. “Spock? What are you doing coming out of the supply closet?”

Spock whirled around to meet to meet, “Captian.”

Jim eyed him, hands on his hips, head tilted back slightly as he took in his friend’s slightly flushed completion. “Spock, you didn’t answer my question.”

“Well I was,” Spock froze when Jim Reached his hand up to the edge of Spock’s tunic lifting is up.

“Is that...lipstick?” Spock froze not looking at Jim who still held the edge of the collar smiling. Jim patted the spot before walking away, “Oh,” he said turning around walking backward hand vaguely gesturing at Spock’s shirt. “Hairspray, spray it and leave it for 15 minutes before getting at it with a damp towel.” Jim spoke, eyes sparkling with amusement, “Y/n, should have some right?” Jim laughed, winking as he turned on his heel and continued down the hall, leaving Spock shellshocked.

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