#it's a spock one shot

[strawwritesfic]

YOOOOOOOO I finally finished a one shot that's brand new and actually was on my to-do list!

Not sure when it'll be posted because it's still just in handwritten form so I gotta type it up, but I'm looking forward to posting something people might actually care about!

[sabellart]

screenshot redraw of that totally canon scene dw about it

[lonesomedreamer]

STAR TREK + peace

You have a real war on your hands. You can either wage it with real weapons…or you might consider an alternative: put an end to it. Make peace! There can be no peace! We’ve admitted it to ourselves. We’re a killer species, it’s instinctive! It’s the same with you. All right. It’s instinctive. But the instinct can be fought.

[lichqueenlibrarian]

Oh damn

[flawedissector]

New Chapter of my K/S Fic!

Spock clubs with Uhura + Sulu and runs into Kirk where gayness ensues. I love Spock and wanted to center him in this fic, enjoy!

Link to fic!

[make-me-imagine]

Two Hearts, Eight Words

Plot: Though not entirely versed on the traditions of Valentines Day, Spock does know it often includes two things. A gift, and a confession.

Pairing: Spock x Gn!Reader (short-term established relationship)

Requests: "I think I am in love with you." + Him not understanding it but going like “It’s custom for your species to do something on this specified date so I got this for you”

Requested By: @anonymousewrites and @oneshortstack

Warnings: I tried to be neutral with the gift he gives the reader, but if bracelets aren't your thing I'm sorry!~ Use of Y/n once or twice. A mention of "drinks" but no alcohol is mentioned specifically. Kissing towards the end.

Words: 1.1k

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Spock stood outside your quarters for a few moments as he rehearsed what he was going to say in his head. It was not often he felt nervous, but you often tended to bring it out in him, even after you had entered into a relationship.

Finally making his presence known, he waited patiently for you to open the door. As it slid open, revealing you, he felt his heart jolt when you grinned at him.

"Hello Spock."

He bowed his head sligthly "Y/n." Looking past you to make sure you were alone he met your eyes again "May I come in?"

"Of course." You said as you stepped aside.

As you watched Spock walk into your room, you noted he seemed a bit more stiff than usual. Turning to face you, his face was more stern as well.

"Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine, I'm not disturbing your work am I?"

You shook your head "You never do Spock."

A small smile seemed to cross his face momentarily before he spoke "I believe, back on Earth it is the holiday Valentines Day."

As he said this, you felt your heart jolt a little, you had realized this, but you did not expect anything since Spock was often not aware of human holidays.

"Yes, it is."

"You seem surprised I know that."

You chuckled softly "Well I wasn't sure you'd ever really heard about it."

He quirked his brow "These past few days it has been impossible to escape it. I've heard most of the human crew members discussing it. Though, I did also now about it beforehand."

"If you are worried I'm expecting something, you don't have to do anything." You said with a reassuring smile, not knowing if he cared to celebrate at all.

He quirked his head slightly "In the past when Vulcan holidays or traditions are common, you often go out of your way to help me celebrate them. I wish to do the same for you. For Valentines Day, it’s custom for human to do something on this specified date, so I got this for you”

You watched as he pulled something from behind his back, a thin rectangular box held closed with a ribbon

"Oh." You took it gently as he handed it to you, your breath caught in your throat for a moment. "Thank you Spock."

Opening the box, you revealed a delicate bracelet with a beautiful orange stone.

Spock saw your face light up and could tell you liked it. "It was made on Vulcan, I thought you might appreciate it's beauty and craftsmanship."

"It's amazing Spock, thank you." You grinned at him as you took it out of the box.

Spock stepped forward, taking the bracelet from you as he gently held up your wrist with his other had. You smiled as he placed it around your wrist himself. When he was done, he locked eyes with you and smiled.

Stepping forward, you pressed a kiss to his cheek "Thank you."

"You are welcome Y/n." He said softly, his voice sending a light shiver up your spine. "I hope you are also free for dinner, I wish to dine with you as well."

You smiled and nodded "I'd love that too."

"Our usual time?"

You nodded "Yes."

--- ---

A few hours later, after Spock had left you and gone back to his station, you finished your work, all the while, anticipating your dinner with him.

You decided last minute to get him flowers. You were not sure what he would really think of them, but you hoped he would appreciate the gesture. Especially since he decided to do something for you.

Heading towards his quarters, flowers in hand, you received some amused and knowing looks from other crew members, as well as a cheesy joke from Erica.

As you stood outside his door, your eyes cast down at the bracelet you had put back on. You smiled as your heart fluttered in your chest.

When the door slid open, revealing Spock, you grinned at him as you handed him the flowers.

"These are for you."

Spock looked at the flowers as he took them, blinking a few times before you saw his lip quirk. As he looked back into his quarters, you followed his line of sight, spotting flowers sitting on the table.

"We seemed to have the same idea."

You grinned as he gestured for you to come inside. Walking over to the bouquet of lilies he got you, you smiled before you looked at him again "Thank you, they're beautiful."

"And thank you. I have never received flowers as a gift." He said as he stared down at the orchids you got him.

You felt a blush crawl across your cheeks, but amusement lined your face.

"That's a shame, everyone should at least once."

He met your eyes and hummed lightly, as if thinking about your comment. Turning he looked over to the dining table wear he had prepared dinner. "Shall we eat?"

You nodded and smiled as you followed him to the table.

Once you had finished eating, you sat on the floor side by side, drinks on the table as you talked. Spock, who held your hand in his, gently caressed his thumb over your skin. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly as if thinking over his words carefully.

"If I am correct, it is often that on Valentines Day, people confess their feelings to others."

You nodded "Yes, it's how many first dates happen and its the beginning of a lot of relationships too."

"We are already in a relationship."

You giggled softly "Yes, we are."

"Yet I still wish to tell you."

You tilted your head as you eyed him, your ears burning a little. "Tell me what?"

His eyes finally left your hand and met yours. He stared at you in silence for a moment before he spoke, his voice deep, but soft "I think I am in love with you."

You felt your heartbeat pick up as your breath caught in your throat for a moment. Your ears and neck burned as your chest tightened.

"And are you okay with that?" You spoke slowly, somewhat weary of his answer

Slowly a smile spread across his face "Yes, I am."

A smile crossed your face as well as you let out a soft breath "That's good, because I think I'm in love with you too."

Spock's head tilted a bit as he lifted his hand, gently caressing your cheek before he placed his fingers under your chin. Leaning towards each other, your lips touched softly as you kissed. Pulling away for a second, you kissed again deeper and longer this time.

Pulling away after a few more moments, your eyes locked as you smiled at him "Thank you for celebrating Valentines Day with me."

"Thank you for allowing me to share it with you." He replied smoothly before he pulled you in for another kiss.

xx End xx

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[geminiwritten]

dr. dreamy ; bones

fandom: star trek

pairing: bones x reader

summary: it’s been a while since you’ve been laid, and it’s starting to affect your mood so jim offers his help before quickly realising that you’re still hung up on a mysterious ‘mr. dreamy’ from your academy days... but he soon finds out that the man you’ve been in love with for the past five years is, in fact, the enterprise’s best doctor

notes: did somebody say hyper-fixation? also, if you haven’t noticed already, i have a favourite formula... i wrote this while sick, so apologies if its crap, but let me know what you think!

warnings: swearing and horny

word count: 4173

The turbolift halts when it reaches the deck on which the upper-most access to the warp core is located. Your steps are sluggish, and the lace on your left boot is about five strides from falling untied, but you don’t really care to fix it even as you feel your boot go lax. Your heel begins to slip in and out of place just as you reach the door to one of the larger maintenance rooms.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Scotty asks as soon as he sees you.

You shrug, “just tired.”

“Too tired to remember where you’re s’pposed to be?” he stops you from picking up the spare pair of gloves from the bench, “first aid trainin’?”

A vague memory fights its way to the front of your mind, and you recall being ordered by Jim to attend the annual first aid training course that at least two crew members from each division were required to attend.

“Why me?” you sigh, “why can’t you be the first aid officer, or-or Ayden?” The young brunette lieutenant who was half-concealed behind a large metal tank pokes his head out.

“Because,” Scotty says, dismissing Ayden with a wave of his hand, “the capt’n requested you specifically, and I know he’s a bit of bastard sometimes but he’s still our capt’n.”

“He just wants me to suffer because he has to,” you grumble.

He chuckles as he grips your shoulders and physically turns you back toward the door, “I doubt you’ll be sufferin’ much, lassie, I heard the CMO himself is runnin’ this one.”

Your feet forget their steps and you stumble before catching yourself on the doorjamb. “W-Why is Bones running it? Isn’t he busy? He never does this kind of thing,” you say as you turn back to face Scotty.

He shrugs, “capt’n’s orders, I guess. Now go before you’re late.”

You drag your feet out the door, down the corridor, and into the lift once again, all the while muttering about all the ways you intend on getting back at Jim.

You met Jim on your second day at Starfleet Academy and were almost immediately joined at the hip, being one of the only women on campus who was immune to the man’s charm. Well, not entirely immune at first, but you’ve definitely built it up over the years. It took a whole twelve months before you met his other other half, the doctor, and no matter how many years you spend with that man, you will never be immune to Leonard McCoy. From the moment you met him, you knew you were doomed, though you still tried desperately to deny it and got pretty good at controlling your body’s reactions to him. Your thoughts, however, not so much.

For almost two whole years, you managed to keep your crush under wraps, even though it was quite literally crushing you. It was one drunken night when you finally confessed to Jim, not quite revealing the identity of the man you were in love with but giving him enough information that he actually comforted you. That was when you realised it was a lost cause, and you were condemned to pine after this man for all eternity, because even James Tiberius Kirk couldn’t make a joke about your heartache. He did, however, affectionately nickname this mysterious man ‘Mr. Dreamy’ and continue to ask you about him and allow you to vent. It was nice to not have to bottle it all up, but it felt strange talking to one of your best friends about the other without him even knowing that it was the other best friend that you were talking about. Your conscience certainly took a guilty blow every time you’d end up in tears in Jim’s arms, or have to quickly change the conversation because Leonard was approaching. Jim never questioned it though, nor did he push the topic when you stopped bringing it up once aboard the Enterprise, leaving him to assume that Mr. Dreamy was left behind at the academy.

“You’re late,” Jim says as you fall into the chair beside him.

“You’re ugly,” you retort.

The large conference room is devoid of the oversized table that usually sits at its center, instead there are only two smaller tables piled high with medical equipment surrounded by a number of limbless, humanoid dummies. You and Jim are sitting in the front row of the audience chairs, whereas most of the crew attending had opted for further back.

“That’s no way to speak to your captain,” he chuckles, “what’s got your panties in a knot?”

“My panties are neither yours nor Scotty’s business,” you snap, though as soon as the words leave your lips you know you’ve given away exactly the reason why they are in a proverbial knot.

You’ve been aboard the USS Enterprise for almost two years, which means it’s been two years and one month – give or take a day – since you’ve been laid, and holy shit are you frustrated. It isn’t that you have an aversion to sex, or are practicing abstinence, in fact, you have a very healthy enjoyment for the act. It just so happens that you can’t seem to want anyone other than the one man you can’t have, because who fucking knows what would happen if you went down that route after five long years of friendship.

Jim’s laughter turns into a childish giggle, “has it been a while?”

You roll your eyes, “yes, Jim, it’s been a while.”

“How long?”

You turn in your chair to face the curious man, “that is also none of your business.”

“You know,” he glances around the room, “I know for a fact that there are many lovely lieutenants aboard this ship who would be more than willing to scratch that itch for you.”

“Shut up,” you hiss, “and no. Do you know how complicated it can get when you sleep with someone you’re stuck on a spaceship with for five years?”

“I do, actually,” he replies, “I know very well, but that doesn’t mean we should have to ignore one of our most primal needs.”

“Primal needs,” you roll your eyes again, “I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine. Three more years won’t kill me.”

He gasps, “it’s been three years?”

You roll your eyes again so hard you’re sure you saw your brain, “Jim, you know very well it hasn’t been three years.”

“Wait, so you haven’t slept with any since… since we-”

“Nope,” you say, stopping him from finish that sentence.

Yep, you had sex with Jim Kirk, but in your defense, who hasn’t? It was a drunken night, one week from embarking on the Enterprise’s five-year journey, and you were both a little lonely and incredibly horny. It wasn’t half bad either, if only a little strange sleeping with one of your best friends while you were in love with the other.

“Holy shit, Y/N, I didn’t-”

“Of course you didn’t know, Jim,” you sigh, turning back to the front of the room, “besides it’s not like I haven’t had… options, I’m just not interested.”

He frowns, “don’t tell me you’re still hung up on Mr. Dreamy.”

You purse your lips to keep from laughing, not out of mirth but something more along the lines of grim amusement, and your silence is enough of an answer for Jim.

“Hey,” he places a hand on your arm, “you know, I wouldn’t object if you wanted me to… help you out again. Believe me it was no chore, I mean-”

“Jim!” you snap, “shut up before somebody hears you.”

His cheeky grin only grows wider, “come on, you think anyone on this ship would be surprised to find out we’ve slept together?”

Before you can reply, the sound of someone clearing their throat catches your attention, and you both snap toward the front of the room to find the doctor himself staring at you. His frown is harsher than usual, and his hair a little mussed, which only fills your inappropriate mind with a thousand different fantasies of the messy-haired doctor in your bed.

“Well,” Jim sighs, “maybe one person.”

You glance around to the find majority of the room watching you while the rest of them do anything they can to not witness this situation unfold.

“Sorry, Bones,” Jim says, “you can begin now.”

“Well, thank you, Jim,” the doctor replies sarcastically before turning his attention to the room, “now that our captain has given his blessing, let’s get started.”

Jim settles back in his chair, though his demeanor is less relaxed and a little more anxious than before. You keep your eyes trained on the holographic slides behind Leonard as he talks about first aid basics and what different codes and acronyms mean. You try your hardest not to look at him, but all you can think about is how much you want to jump his bones. His voice is still a little raspy from sleep, and you start to fantasize about how delicious his Southern drawl would sound whispered against your neck.

Your almost halfway through a dangerously vivid daydream when Jim nudges you. “Are you okay?” he asks, and only then do you realise that the rest of crew had begun packing away their chairs to make room on the floor.

You nod and stand, dragging your chair to the side while Jim retrieves one of the rubbery dummies from the front of the room. Everyone pairs off, and you sit on the opposite side of the dummy to Jim while he uses his PADD to pull up some notes.

“Now,” Bones says, “we’re going to practice a variety of different cardiopulmonary resuscitation techniques. The concept is the same, it just depends on the anatomy of the patient.”

Jim hands you the PADD and you start flipping through all the different diagrams of different species’ anatomies, each illustration pointing out the location of the body’s heart, lungs, and esophagus.

“How the hell does he remember all these?” you wonder aloud.

Jim chuckles, “why do you think he’s so grumpy all the time?”

You get up on your knees for a better angle at the dummy and place your hands over where the heart would be on a human.

“I have to ask,” he says before you can start practicing compressions, “how do you even know if Mr. Dreamy is still single? Why wait for him?”

“It’s not like I still think I have a chance with him,” you reply, “it’s just… complicated.”

“How could it be complicated? I know you’ve got your excuses, but if you’re so in love with this guy, what’s to lose if you just ask him out?”

You can’t help but glance over your shoulder at the doctor. He’s kneeling beside another pair and helping them with their hand placement.

“It just is,” you say, before starting CPR on your own dummy.

“Well,” Jim says, “my offer still stands, because who knows how long before you’re grumpier than the good doctor over there.”

You sit back on your heels and gesture for him to take his turn, deciding not to acknowledge his proposal. After taking turns on three different methods of CPR, the doctor appears beside you.

“Do you need any help?” he asks as he kneels on the floor, and you want to say yes but you know he’s only referring to the dummy.

“You underestimate us, Bones,” Jim replies, “we’re top of the class.”

“Sure you are,” Bones rolls his eyes, “show me then.”

Jim sits back and gestures for you to do the honors.

You turn to the doctor, and the butterflies in your stomach erupt into a frenzy. “J-Just human?” you ask, cursing yourself for stuttering.

He nods and you lean over the dummy, placing your hands over where the sternum would be and starting a rhythmic pulse of compressions.

“Harder,” he says, which almost makes your hands slip off the dummy entirely. “Don’t be scared to break a rib, I’m sure they’d prefer a broken bone over death.”

You take a deep breath to compose yourself and put a little more force into the compressions. After counting to thirty, you tip the head of the dummy back, pinch its rubbery nose, and act as if you’re blowing into its mouth without actually putting your lips on it. Then you return to performing compressions.

“Good girl,” the doctor praises, and your sure your heart stops just as your breath does. Your hands slip and you have to catch yourself on the floor to keep from faceplanting.

You sit back and stare at Bones’ arms as he rolls his sleeves up and positions himself over the dummy.

“Make sure you interlock your fingers,” he says, “and keep your arms extended, that way you won’t lose stability.”

You want to listen, but you can’t stop staring at his bare arms as he performs perfect CPR on the doll in front of you. His skin is tanned and taught across his strong muscles, honed from years of practicing to have the steadiest and most skilled hands in all of Starfleet. His hands, oh god, you’ve had countless dreams about them tangling in your hair and touching every inch of your body.

You shift a little to try and relieve the pressure building between your thighs.

“Jim,” Bones says, “your turn.”

You look up to find Jim staring at you, his brows furrowed and a question on his lips as he slowly moves to take over from the doctor. Once satisfied with Jim’s technique, Bones leaves to help another pair and you quickly start flipping through the PADD to find the next diagram.

“Y/N,” Jim says, his tone suddenly serious.

You glance up, your cheeks hot, “Captain.”

He stares at you, his blue eyes trapping you and stopping you from looking away no matter how much you want to.

“Holy shit,” you can practically see the lightbulb flash above his head, “holy shit, I can’t believe I didn’t notice! I mean, it’s so obvious, and- how the hell did I not realise? Holy shit.”

“Jim-”

“It’s Bones!” he exclaims, earning startled glances from the people surrounding you.

“Jim, please-”

“No, no, no, you’re not lying your way out of this one,” he says, “I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me that Mr. Dreamy- or should I say Doctor Dreamy is Bones.”

You sink onto your bum and cross your legs on front of you, leaning your elbows on your knees as you hide your face in your hands. “Jim, please don’t say anything,” you plead, “he can’t know, no one can know.”

“The way you look at him, the way you’ve always looked at him,” he goes on, though his voice is significantly lower, “I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”

Before you can say another word, Bones calls the room’s attention. Behind him, the holographic slides have changed to new points of information, and everyone falls silent to listen to the doctor’s speech.

You can see Jim squirming from the corner of your eye as you try to listen to the rest of the seminar, but it’s almost impossible to hear anything over the beating of your own heart. Heat washes over you in waves, ensuring your cheeks remain a bright shade of red and making your uniform feel itchy and tight. It feels like an eternity before Bones announces a break for lunch.

You grab Jim before he can move and begin dragging him out of the room, down the corridor, and into one of the smaller, vacant conference rooms.

He’s already giggling as you flop into one of the chairs, “you’re in love with Bones.”

You sigh, “yep.”

“And have been for five years?”

“Yep.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s stupid,” you reply, “and when I first met him, he was still getting over the divorce. Every time we’d drink together, he’d end up ranting about his ex and either make himself angry or upset. We all became such good friends, and before I knew it… I just didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”

“Ruin the friendship?” he repeats, “what are we? Teenagers in some old, soapy television drama?”

You shrug, “yes, I’m in love with him, but I’d rather have him in my life even just as a friend than not at all.”

“What makes you think he wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“Have you seen the women who hit on him?” you scoff, “and the women he’s been with? I could never-”

“Hey,” he interrupts you and pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “none of that. You’re gorgeous, and Bones would be an idiot not to agree.”

“Okay,” you swat his hand away, “say we did go out, but it didn’t go well, and then I’ve lost one of my closest friends and made it incredibly awkward for you. Not to mention being stuck on this damn ship with him for another three years.”

Jim huffs, his eyes boring into his own shoes. It looks as if he’s having his own argument in his head, his posture rigid and his lips set into a hard line.

“Jim, just promise-”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a red-shirted lieutenant pokes their head through the door, “but I actually have this room booked in five minutes.”

“Oh,” you stand and grab Jim’s arm, “sorry.”

You pull your captain into the corridor and begin back toward the big conference room.

“Y/N, just hear me out.”

You turn abruptly and push Jim against the wall with a hand on his chest, “no, Jim, you hear me out. You know how I feel, and you know how long I’ve felt like this, so don’t you dare try and tell me what I should do. Just because you now know it’s Leonard doesn’t change anything.”

“Okay,” he raises his hands in surrender, “okay, I’ll shut up, I’m sorry.”

You release him slowly and he lowers his hands.

“I have to admit though,” he smirks, “he’d be an excellent lay.”

“Jim!” you exclaim, your hands balling into fists at your side.

He chuckles and looks down the corridor, his grin disappearing the instant his eyes land on the doctor. You frown and follow his gaze before quickly taking two steps back from your captain.

Jim clears his throat, “Bones-”

“We’re starting again,” the doctor says, before turning sharply and walking back into the conference room.

Neither of you say another word as you reenter the room and take a seat in the front row once again. Leonard avoids looking your way for the rest of the afternoon, and though you can’t help but worry about what you’ve done wrong, it also allows you to stare at him unashamedly. You let your thoughts run wild, imagining his hands pinning your wrists down, his body on top of yours, and his mouth everywhere as he slowly unties that knot below your stomach that’s been twisting tighter and tighter for five years.

Eventually he calls the day to an end, and everyone thanks him before shuffling out of the room, everyone but Jim.

“Dinner?” you ask.

He takes a deep breath before standing, “I’ll be there soon, you go ahead.”

Your heart thuds nervously, but you stop yourself from questioning him any further and turn toward the door. You’re the last out aside from Jim, and you can hear him address his friend just as you step into the corridor. The last of the crew shuffle into the lift. “Are you coming?” one asks.

You fight with your good conscience before shaking your head, “no, you go.”

The doors of the lift ease shut, and you turn several times on the spot, asking yourself whether you’re a sneaky person before giving in and pressing yourself against the conference room’s door.

“Bones,” you hear Jim’s voice, “just listen to me.”

“I don’t really feel like listening to you right now, Jim,” the doctor bites back.

You frown and press your ear against the door.

“Please, let me explain.”

“Explain what exactly?” Bones asks, his tone harsh, “the part where you slept with girl I love, or the part where you lied to me so that I didn’t?”

You smack your hand over your mouth to keep from gasping… or screaming.

“I didn’t lie to you, Bones, I just-”

“You told me she was in love with some other guy, and that I couldn’t ask her out because it would only make things awkward.”

“I didn’t lie to you, I-I just didn’t know that-” Jim sighs loudly, “Bones, I am sorry, we were both drunk and it didn’t mean anything, it was just-”

“Just sex?” Bones snaps, “that’s all it ever is with you, Jim, you never think about anyone else.”

“I know, it was stupid, but I never lied to you,” Jim says, “she really was- is in love with someone, but she never told me who it was. I just- I assumed it was some guy back at the academy, and I should have realised-”

“Realised what, Jim?”

You can only imagine the two of them squaring up to each other, and you try desperately not to let the picture of an infuriated Leonard turn you on.

“The guy she was- is in love with, she never told me who it was, we just called him by some stupid nickname, she’s loved him for years, but I never-”

“Are you trying to torture me?” Bones interrupts again, “spit it out, damnit!”

“It’s you!” Jim exclaims.

Your heart lurches, threatening to break through your ribcage and burst right out of your chest.

“She’s in love with you, has been for years.”

The silence is heavy, and you have to hold your breath to stay quiet.

“What are you playing, Jim?”

“Nothing, I’m telling you the truth,” their voices are no longer raised, “and I am sorry, Bones. I shouldn’t have slept with her, drunk or not.”

Another beat of silence passes.

“I didn’t realise you were still in love with her,” the captain says quietly, and you have lean against the door before your knees give way.

Bones sighs, “course I am.”

“Then tell her.”

“Tell her?”

You startle at the sound of footsteps approaching, jumping back from the door when it slides open.

Jim smirks, “I didn’t take you for the spying type.”

You don’t have a chance to reply before he pulls you into the room and drags you toward the doctor. He smiles at both of you, pats Bones on the shoulder, and leaves.

“Hi,” you murmur.

“Hi.”

Staring up at him, you soften instantly under his hazel gaze. You can feel the warmth from his body, you’re standing so close, and you’re positive your cheeks are burning red.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “Jim’s just-”

You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’re touch starved or just overwhelmed by what you’d just heard, but you surge up onto your toes and press your lips against his. He catches your waist and presses your body against his, tilting his head to allow your mouths better access to each other as his tongue slides past your lips. You can’t help the little whimper that travels up your throat, which only urges Leonard on. He turns your bodies and sits you on the table, knocking half of the equipment on it to the floor. Your legs part and he settles between them, pressing into you enough to make you shudder.

“I love you,” he says between open mouthed kisses, “by the way.”

You giggle against his lips, “I love you too.”

His hands stroke your jaw before travelling gently down your neck and chest and stopping to cup your breasts. He groans, and you sigh, before his hands continue down to your hips and he holds you in place to grind against you.

You gasp, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, “Len.”

Your hook the fingers of your right hand in the band of his pants while your left travels up under his shirt. His skin is so hot and so soft, you can feel the appreciation for him pooling in your panties.

“Oh, my God,” a voice exclaims, and you jump apart, “that was quick!”

Leonard looks over his shoulder but keeps his body facing you, concealing the bulge in his pants. “Damnit, Jim!”

The captain giggles, his grin so broad you’re worried he might get stuck like that, “this is a public space.”

At the same time, you and Leonard shout, “get out!”

He continues laughing as he leaves, and only then does Leonard disentangle himself from you and march toward the door to lock it. When he turns back, you can’t help but giggle at the delicious sight of him.

“Want some help with that?” you ask, nodding toward his crotch.

He’s back on you in less than a second, claiming your neck with a heavenly bite. “Thought you’d never ask,” he whispers against your skin.

END.

[perlukafarinn]

happy 56th anniversary to that time kirk saved spock's life tits out <3

[cannibalcoyote]

Christopher Pike: Arguments

Imagine having an argument with your father(Christopher Pike) over you having a boyfriend right before the SOS from Vulcan:

"Dad stop, I've known him since high school. You've met him and liked him!" I exclaimed as I walked through the house, my father closely following with an exasperated expression upon his face.

"Yah well, that was then and this is now!" He argued back. Finally getting fed up, I turn around, my hands in tight fists, my hair messy due to my frustration. My father doesn't look as angry as I am, he looks more unhappy than angry. His eyes seem defensive, but his posture screams dominance over the conversation.

"You don't get to stop me! I don't live under this roof anymore, you're not even my real dad!" My words are cold and precise, the sharpness in them could lacerate the toughest of materials. My expression may seem cruel and cold, but I can feel my body subconsciously wince at the low blow at the end of my sentence. I want to take it back, but I refuse to back down.

His strong look falters, his eyes dropping to the floor for a second before reconnecting with mine. His anger is completely gone, left only with an injured look, almost as though I had slapped him. The fight leaves him, I can practically see his body deflate before he speaks.

"You're right.... You don't live here... and I'm not your father." His voice feigns coldness, but I can hear the barely audible tremble at the end. My own eyes burn with tears as he turns his back to me, walking back through the house. I stand there for a few seconds, simply stunned by the turn of events.

I had walked in here with the intent of introducing my father to my boyfriend, who I first met in high school, then reconnected with in StarFleet. He's only a year younger than me, but his intelligence attracted me the moment I met him, and don't get me started on his accent. We had been good friends in high school, and when we reconnected in Star Fleet we developed a new kind of attraction. We've been going strong for a couple of months, and I thought it was time I told my father, and arranged to introduce them to each other.

I didn't, however, plan on my father treating me as though I was too young to make my own decisions. As soon as I brought up my boyfriend, he turned rigid, his eyes hardened, and his fists clenched at the thought that I was dating someone. I admit, I also overreacted. I never wanted this to happen, I just wanted to introduce the man who raised me to the man I fell in love with.

I wanted to walk after him, I wanted to yell out his name and exclaim my apologies. Instead, I pivoted on my heel, turning the polished handle and opening the door, then slamming it shut before driving home.

———————

Arriving at my quarters, I 'gracefully' stumble out of my car, slowly walking into the building to find my room. I sleep in separate quarters as I'm not a student but a teacher. I'm rifling through my purse in search of my keys when I get an instant message that Vulcan is requesting Star Fleets assistance, and to report for assignments.

My heart feels like it's being hit with a hammer, I've only been on a star ship once when my father insisted I go with him, I've never even been in combat before. I'm dreadfully and embarrassingly unprepared to rush in to aid Vulcan.

I push aside my anxiety and nervousness, my heart beat being tachycardic is an expected effect of this sudden event. My legs tremble slightly, but I continue to speed walk, getting to my area and receiving my assignment: Psychologist and physician assistant on board the Enterprise. Of course I get placed on the ship my father is captaining, at least I'll know that he's safe, but I will be stuck in the med bay, so I'll be a little far from him.

———————

I quickly toss on some StarFleet regulation pants and my uniform shirt, because lord knows I ain't wearing that short dress. My hands fumble with the material of my shirt as I walk into the Med Bay, immediately being greeted by the CMO, he's quite nice, immediately telling me what my job will be before going on his way.

I head over to my office, organizing some forms and assessing forms that have already been left for me. I'm about to go talk to the nurses when I notice two men rush in, one placing the other on the bio bed. Standing up, I hesitantly walk over, watching as he gives the other man a hypo, knocking him out within a few seconds.

"What is Jim Kirk doing on this ship?" Yes, I know who Jim Kirk is, my dad talked about him sometimes, I remember when he first went down to Iowa and met him, that was when he became really protective of me.

The other man, Leonard McCoy I presume, immediately straightens up.

"Uh..." He is clearly struggling to find an answer, I know what these symptoms are, and I know the only reason Jim Kirk would have them is if he was given the vaccine.

"I know what you did, but I understand. Promise not to tell." I smile slyly at the end, sarcastically holding out my pinkie to solidify my promise. McCoy smirks in surprise huffing before interlocking our pinkies, both of us then dropping our hands to our sides.

"Leonard McCoy I presume?" I question, my voice steady, although I still feel a little uneasy around these two men.

"That's right. Pike?" His southern twang dimmed down a little. I smile tightly, nodding my head.

———————

We had been en route to Vulcan, and my nerves were beginning to calm down; at least until Kirk woke up.

I was a little calmer because my boyfriend came on screen, he was giving us the summary of what we know and what we are going to do. Vulcan was releasing a distress signal, which we are heading over to help. I was in my head, worrying over how my father might act towards him now that he knows he is my boyfriend, but when Kirk is awake he seems to demand all attention.

He had McCoy and I rushing all over the ship, he was having a severe reaction, although I can say that I've seen worse.

"Kirk, just because I said I've seen worse doesn't mean you get to sprint across the ship and get your heart rate up!!" I yelled at him, slapping his arm. We're currently in the turbo lift, I'm trying to take his vitals when the doors open and Jim immediately pushes forward. Both men rushed out, and I admit I was pushed a little off balance. I stumble, and almost fall before I feel two arms grasp my waist, pulling me back up and into their chest.

I am about to push away from them when I hear their voice.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" His Russian accent is hard to miss, and I can't help but settle into his hold when I realize its him. I want to respond, but I'm so enthralled with the argument that is occurring that all I can manage is a comforting hand atop his interlocked ones and a slight nod of affirmation.

He releases his hold, but quickly follows up by softly holding my right hand in his as we watch the bridge. My father is the captain, and though he is arguing with Kirk and also listening to Spock, he still manages to find the time to glance over at me a couple of times. I know that he's noticed Chekov and I, how close we are, how we glance at each other for reassurance, and most of all how we are holding hands. I'm not quite sure how he feels anymore, at first he was angry, but now he seems to have some sort of understanding.

———————

My father has been stuck on Nero's ship for some time now, I obviously wanted to go with him when the Romulan captain demanded his presence. However, he had Chekov hold me back, whispering a promise that we would have that dinner if it was the last thing he did.

Jim and Spock - after having many fights, Jim even being sent to a planet, only to somehow come back - beamed onto the Romulan ship and are currently trying to rescue my father and their captain, Christopher Pike.

I spent most of my time on the ship trying not to cry as I treated injured crew members. I had to go back to the med bay, they were swamped, and McCoy had become our new CMO after our first had been killed. He was loud and straightforward, giving me a multitude of jobs to do simultaneously, to which I refused to disappoint, constantly thinking about whether my father would make it to that promised dinner.

———————

It was two days ago that Jim and Spock brought my father back to our ship and defeated Nero, he was immediately rushed to the med bay, where I had to watch him be treated. My eyes had tears streaming out of them, I was just trying not to cry aloud, which became especially hard when he reached his hand out for me to hold.

Now I am driving him back to my home, my personal house is out of the city, surrounded by nature. He always told me that he loved my house because the trees and streams helped quiet his mind, so I thought it might be a nice place to take him. The car ride is silent, not a tense silence, but a content one. Content that he is alive, that I am alive, that he can be my dad again.

Though I am enjoying the peace, I feel a force pushing me to talk.

"I... I'm sorry." My tone is low and my voice quiet, I know exactly why I am apologizing. His neutral expression turns to one of confusion, his body turning with his face before speaking.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry for what I said. You've been a better father than my biological one, you've raised me and loved me as though I am your own flesh and blood, and I repay you by saying you aren't my father." My chest is tight as guilt floods my system, I glance over to my dad, and am met by his calm, warm eyes.

"It's okay, that conversation is something I regret, too. I know I've been protective, and I do recognize that you are an adult. It's... it's just that you are my daughter, and I feel like you having a boyfriend means you don't need me anymore." His deep tone starts off strong, but gradually becomes quieter and softer.

I pull into the driveway, pulling the emergency brake before putting the car in park.

"No one could ever replace you, dad." Is all I say before getting out of the car, heading over to help him out and up the steps onto my porch.

"Y'know, I've always loved this house."

"...How would you feel about meeting my boyfriend here, I feel that I've hidden him away long enough. I just need you to know that he isn't and never will replace you." My voice is shaky as I look at him meekly.

"I would love to." My chest feels lighter, I can feel myself breathe easier. Glancing over to my father, he offers me a calming smile before opening the front door and walking into my house. I'm left standing stunned on my porch, a smile slowly growing over my face as I message Pavel to come over tonight for dinner.

[strawwritesfic]

some days you just wake up and realize, "Oh, I do ship WrightWorth."

[uhuraprime]

just had a really fun idea for how to include spock's eyeshadow in a little one-shot

[lonesomedreamer]

am I doing this right?

[itsactuallycorrine]

Watching the new SNW trailer while in the midst of an Ugly Betty rewatch was an… experience.

The Number One voiceover started and I was like Alexis Meade?!?!?

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

Kirk and spock are really the ideal will they won't they couple because they both have reasons for why they wouldn't confess (spock is embarrassed by his own feelings and kirk WOULD be the guy who goes 'it's not anyone's business but my own how I feel for mr spock' and also because he's captain he's not allowed) but they also have reasons for why they would be the first to confess (spock is very logical and would come forward with his feelings if he thought even for a second they were interfering with how he does his job and kirk is. Kirk.)

[vordenburg]

When years later in my large-scale Star Trek: Strange New Worlds AU Ambassador Spock and Praetor Sera unify Vulcan and Romulus after forging a new lasting alliance and peace with Admiral La’an of the rebuilt United Federation of Planets, I will know peace.

[weepylucifer]

honestly i'm not up in arms about what they're doing with spock on snw, like, they're not doing anything tos wasn't also doing, and let's be realistic here, they are never, not ever, going to make spirk canon. you got the little nod in lower decks, and that's the most you can expect, bc even tho it's okay to be gay on star trek now, no one is going to ever have the balls to make spock and kirk gay

that said, the spock/chapel stuff is kinda lame to me. like why would i get emotionally invested in that when i already know it goes nowhere, and chapel seems to constantly self-sabotage as if she also has insight into tos and is on some level aware that, for plot convenience, she must never let the relationship go anywhere