#like the majority of these are from them walking together and spock brushing his arm against jims

[captain-kermit]

THE COUNT IS DONE. WE HAVE THE FINAL TOTALS AND YALL. I AM SPEECHLESS

the spreadsheet has all the data by episode then by person, along with each of their totals BUT! what yall have been waiting for:

SERIES (including movies) TOTAL: 1015 SERIES AVERAGE PER EPISOODE: 11.94

SPOCK TOTAL: 575 SPOCK AVERAGE PER EPISODE: 7.01

JIM TOTAL: 440 JIM AVERAGE PER EPISODE: 5.71

[dactyliin-blog]

@shipitliketheussenterprise I’m sorry these are so late but here are those prompt fills! I hope you like them!

Spock is a doctor and Jim is a trauma patient and Spock has to touch him and realizes they are t'hy'la and is like WHAT?

Spock is not immune to the sense of urgency that permeates his workplace when the red-alert notification lights up Medical Bay walls. However, where his co-workers often showcase this sense via emotional responses, Spock channels his actions in a more proactive way. Tonight, it seems that the USS Farragut has taken the brunt of a Romulan attack on planet M113. He directs his fellow doctors to their positions and instructs nurses and technicians to prepare for the more urgent injuries that were specified in the report. Then, Spock disinfects himself and readies for the storm. 

Tonight, there are few survivors. Among them, thankfully, is Captain Pike and his number one. Both have suffered major injuries but were stabilised en route. They are placed in the care of one Dr. McCoy. Spock begins to catalogue the other injured by severity. While this requires some level of physical contact, Spock is hesitant to allow any of his fellow doctors to take on this task, and wears gloves which dull any emotional sensitivity that he may sense from a patient. Spock directs one, two, three patients into surgery before he finds himself holding the chart for one James T. Kirk.

“Jim,” the man in question corrects Spock. 

Beneath the soot, blood, and other detritus, Spock can see that Jim is a cadet. A cadet with startling blue eyes and no sense of self-preservation. 

“Cadet Kirk,” Spock says. “I must insist that I inspect you for any injuries so that you can be treated. With your medical record, and infection have detrimental effects on your immune system.” 

“I said I’m fine,” Jim says. “There are other people who need your help more than I do. I can come back later.” 

“You are here now,” Spock says, though Jim is correct. There are others who would benefit from Spock’s care, and Jim is - in effect - preventing Spock from providing that care. The solution is simple: Spock reaches out and takes Jim’s wrist. He means to use the physical contact to gauge the level of Jim’s mental wellbeing and if he is in any severe physical pain. Instead, Spock feels something - warm - unfurl within his mind. Jim gasps and pulls away from Spock’s touch. 

“Christ,” Jim says. “What was that? Was that you? Was that your mind?” 

Spock nods slowly and looks at Jim again. 

“T’hy’la,” he says.

2. Jim hears Spock playing his harp for the first time and is like omg how could I love this man even more

It isn’t often that Jim and Spock are off-duty at the same time. When they are, they usually spend their time playing chess together or working on individual projects. Tonight, however, Uhura has talked them both into joining the rest of the Bridge crew in the recreation room. 

Jim goes straight there from the Bridge. He had stayed later than he meant to, finishing the latest ship’s log. As he walks down the hall, he can hear music- some kind of harp, maybe - playing, and a voice that is definitely Uhura’s singing along to the melody. 

When Jim steps into the rec room, he does a double take. Has to, really, because Spock has mentioned that he plays the Vulcan lute but Jim’s never heard him play before. Spock’s offered, of course, but somehow that (along with date night and basically every other typically romantic gesture that they’ve tried to incorporate into their relationship) keeps getting pushed back- by Khan, by Starfleet meetings, by other obligations. Still. 

Spock is seated in front of a group of crewmembers. He isn’t smiling, but his face has taken on that softness that Jim associates with a happy Spock. It’s a look that Jim doesn’t get to see nearly as often as he wants to. It’s beautiful. 

He moves to stand with the group, close enough that Spock notices. Their eyes meet, just as the melody of Spock’s song begins to change. Jim feels his face heat. I love you, he thinks. Every time I think I can’t love you more, you do something like this. Spock looks away. He keeps playing, and Jim smiles.

3. Jim finds Spock looking at a picture of his mother on his padd and while he isn't crying and won't admit that he's sad Jim KNOWS that he is and is just There For Him and Spock is (1/2)internally so grateful and overwhelmed that someone could love him this much

Jim isn’t a light sleeper, but tonight he wakes up when Spock gets out of bed. It isn’t an unusual thing for them - Vulcans need less sleep than humans do, and Jim’s become used to Spock knocking around at night, doing experiments or paperwork or whatever else he does to keep himself busy while Jim’s out like a light. This feels different, though. Somehow. So Jim shakes sleep off, swings his feet out of bed, and shuffles on out of their shared bedroom. 

Spock is sitting at his desk in the living area of their quarters, padd in hand. Jim can see, even from this distance, that he is looking at pictures of Amanda. Spock looks up as Jim approaches, and yeah - it isn’t that Jim can see Spock’s emotions on his face, exactly, but there’s been enough of a shift that Jim can tell it’s a bad night.

“You should sleep,” Spock says. “You had a long day.”

“So did you,” Jim says. He sits down next to Spock, just close enough that their shoulders brush. “I know you miss her.”

Spock looks down at the padd. It’s an old-style still picture, one of a much younger Amanda holding what must be a baby Spock in her arms.

“At times,” Spock says, “I find her absence to be disconcerting.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jim says. Spock shakes his head. “Okay. Tea and chess?”

“That would be amenable,” Spock says. Jim stands, but before he moves away, Spock reaches up and catches his wrist. “Jim.”

“I know,” Jim says. He lifts his free hand and touches it to Spock’s cheek. “You don’t have to say it. I know.”

4. Fluffy little cuddling in their apartment (I imagine this as while they are both at starfleet? (but feel free to make this in any scenario, while stranded on a planet would be cool too) like Spock isn't a cadet or anything but they're still together if that makes any sense)

Prior to meeting and commencing his relationship with Jim Kirk, Spock had never considered the merits of “lazy Saturday mornings.” However, he must admit that he does now see the appeal. 

Jim is a tactile man, and Spock has become accustomed to waking with his bondmate’s arms around him. Today, there is no work to be done. Jim has completed his final exams, and Spock has no pressing meetings or experiments which call on his attention. As such, the sunlight streaming in from their bedroom window is warm, as are Jims arms around Spock’s chest. 

In a while, Spock will rise and prepare breakfast. Perhaps they will go for a run together in the park. Dr. McCoy will visit later in the afternoon, and then Chief Engineer Scott has offered to take both Spock and Jim on a tour of the newly rebuilt Enterprise. Until then, they have hours, and Jim shows no sign of waking yet. Spock can feel Jim’s breath warm against his neck. Spock closes his eyes again.

[adenil-umano]

spones prompt where someone tries to set McCoy up on a blind date and it turns out to be with Spock who McCoy is already well-acquainted with but the other person doesn't know they already know each other.

Chirp. Chirp.

With a growl, Leonard rolled over and smacked at the communicator. He pulled the covers up over his head and tried to fall back to sleep. But then—

Chirp. Chirp.

He snatched at the communicator and snapped it open. “What!”

“Bo~ones,” Jim sing-songed. “Are you ready for your date?”

Leonard buried his head into the pillowed. “M’not going.”

“C’mon, Bones! I spent four weeks talking you up to this guy. You need to get out of the dorm and start meeting people.”

“No I don’t.”

“Bones.”

The testiness in Jim’s voice made Leonard wince. “Jim, I’m tired,” he said, definitely not whining. “I had to do a major reconstruction yesterday and the paperwork took four hours to finish!”

“Terrible,” Jim said, not sounding really that interested. “By the way I’m at your door.”

“What!”

He scrambled to his feet just as Jim finished picking the lock. Leonard tried to shove Jim back out but Jim just barrelled on in. “Hurry up! Geeze, you’re going to go dressed like that? The no-shirt thing might be successful, but no one ever said banana pajamas were a good look.”

“Jim,” he warned.

“Here, try this.” Jim pulled a relatively clean shirt out of the pile. “It’s got buttons, so he’ll be impressed.”

Sensing that there was no winning against the might of Jim’s annoyance, Leonard resigned himself to his fate. He got dressed and even ran a brush through his hair. Jim gave him a breath mint and he crunched on it all down the stairs and out the door. He tried to tell himself that Jim wouldn’t set him up for failure as he took the train out of the city center.

Truthfully, Jim had been talking about this guy for nearly a year now. Every chance he got he told Leonard about his new friend from Philosophy club who Leonard would probably love to meet. Leonard had stalwartly refused, knowing he didn’t have time between studying and his residency to maintain many more friendships. Somehow Jim had interpreted this to mean he was looking for a romantic relationship and the issue had snowballed from there. Finally Leonard had agreed to meet him just so he could let the guy down easily.

Jim had said that he would recognize the man because he’d be wearing a green hat. Leonard scanned the crowd at the park swiftly, already rehearsing his, “it’s not either of us, it’s Jim” pre-dating break-up speech. As he looked he caught sight of one of his patients and his blood began to boil.

“Hey! You’re supposed to be under observation.”

Spock slowly turned to look at him, one eyebrow raising under his–fuck. Fuck! That was a green hat! “Doctor.”

“Uh.”

Spock frowned. He was a damn menace and an all-around awkward person. He graced the halls of the hospital more often than he should, since Earth’s gravity tripped him up and Physics was one of the most unstable of the sciences, usually landing in Leonard’s lap since he was one of the few doing a xenobiology residency.

Leonard could see that his arm was still in a sling, bandaged to high heaven from the damn surgery he’d had yesterday. “If you will excuse me, I am waiting for someone.”

“Someone sent by one James “Terrible Friend” Kirk?”

Spock blinked.

Leonard sighed. “What are you doing out of the hospital, anyway?”

“I…had a date,” Spock said blankly.

“Uh-huh.” Leonard had no idea what to do, so he blustered. “Should’a known better than to leave you anyway. You snuck out three days early when I fixed those burns.”

“They were far less severe than you assumed.”

“And the time with the blood loss?”

Spock’s ear twitched. “It came back.”

Leonard sighed. “Here, let me have a look at you.”

He approached and began poking at Spock’s arm. It had been a difficult surgery and would require more time to heal since Spock was part Vulcan, but it didn’t look like Spock had hurt himself further. Spock patiently accepted his examination, his eyes following Leonard’s hands.

“You seem fine,” Leonard said, annoyed. “But you better not let me catch you doing something so fool-headed again.”

Spock raised a brow. “I had an appointment to keep I did not wish to miss.”

“Oh yeah? And all those other times, I suppose you had dates then, as well.”

Spock was quiet, then, “No,” he said, very softly. “Jim has spoken very highly of you, Doctor.”

“Oh?” Leonard tried to scoff, but he was blushing.

“He neglected to mention your profession, however. A curious oversight.” Spock’s brown eyes scanned him coolly. “This is acceptable. Where will you be taking me this evening?”

Leonard spluttered. “What? I mean, I was going to…” He stopped himself from saying dump you in the nick of time.

Spock just stared at him.

“I-I was going to…” He looked around quickly. “Take you for a walk…around the park?”

“Acceptable.” Spock offered him his non-broken arm and Leonard numbly took it. “Proceed.”

Leonard took a step. Then another. He desperately searched for some bit of small talk to occupy them. “So…uh… You and Jim met…through Philosophy club?”

“Indeed.”

“I thought you were a physicist?”

“I engage in many intellectual pursuits. Unlike one pursuing a medical degree I find that diversifying my learning is beneficial.”

Was that an insult? Leonard decided to get insulted. Just in case. “Bunch of abstract nothing, that’s what that is. Medicine is applied ethics.”

“An application without relevance.”

Okay, definitely an insult. Leonard grabbed onto the thread of conversation with both hands and tugged. If Spock thought he could best Leonard in the game of philosophy he had another thing coming. He opened his mouth.

They argued for the better part of four hours. Spock was witty and biting and Leonard was exhilarated and annoyed. They walked around the park until Leonard was exhausted and Spock made some crack about the limitations of the human body, then they got down the path of arguing about subjective meanings of bodily functionality, until pretty soon they were discussing the pros and cons of space colonization and then eventually they circled back around to medicine where they stayed until Spock abruptly looked up at the sky.

“It has grown dark,” he said, sounding mildly surprised.

“You can’t distract me. You said an ethical basis in the absence of harm is untenable for medicine as a whole, and I say—”

Spock stopped him with a peck on the cheek.

Leonard blinked, utterly gobsmacked.

“I meant no distraction,” Spock said mildly. “Merely that this conversation might be better concluded in a warmer environment.” His lip twitched. “My doctor has informed me I should take better care of my health. Will you accompany me home? I have tea.”

Spock looked so nervous that Leonard’s heart nearly melted. He felt himself soften. “Well,” he drawled. “I suppose I could be amenable to that. I, ah, need to keep an eye on that arm of yours anyway.”

“Indeed.” Spock’s lip twitched again. “You were saying? Regarding the ethical structure of the Hippocratic Oath?”

“As I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted…” Leonard continued, glaring good-naturedly at Spock as they walked together out of the park, sniping under the silver moon.

[all-sortsa-stuff]

Night on the town, part 7

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1947

Warning: Language, implied sex, fluff

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

 You settled into life easily aboard the Enterprise.  During alpha shift, you worked alongside the medical staff as though you had known them all your life.  Working beside Leonard, you learned all his quirks and ignored when his temper flared. Honestly, you found the grumpiness adorable and made sure you told him whenever he directed it towards you. That usually made it worse then he would huff and walk away.  The crew let you know of the positive influence you had on Leonard.  While he still had his moments, his whole demeanor was altered.  There were far more smiles and less of the attitude, especially if you were near. It all blended together with what was now your life.  You were happy plain and simple.

It had not taken long for you to move to share quarters with Leonard.  Just over a month, really.  Your nights had consisted of making love as though the galaxy would end in the morning and sleeping between whose ever quarters were closer at the time.  It got rather annoying after a while and it was Leonard who actually made the suggestion first.  The pair of you were lying in his bed, curled up, with you just moments from falling asleep.

“Move in here with me.” He had whispered into your ear. You were still in that in between place of almost asleep but not quite there yet.  So you were not sure you had heard him correctly.

“Mmmm?”

“Just move in here with me. This goin’ back and forth between places and not havin’ all of your stuff in one place.  Plus, I love you, damn it.  I want you with me all the time.”  The speech had woken you fully.  Rolling over to face him, your surprise was apparent.  

“You mean that?  I’m not going anywhere, Leonard, I promise. I’m yours.  We don’t have to rush it if you aren’t ready.”  His past haunted your mind often.  Not that you talked about it with him much, but you did not want to scare him away.

“Darlin’ it isn’t rushing. We haven’t slept a night apart since you got here.  Well except when we get stuck workin’, but you know what I mean.  It would make things easier just bein’ in one spot.  As I said, I love you.  I want this to last with you.  Someday on an even more permanent basis.”  You understandably agreed after that.  The mere thought that he wanted to marry you someday caused you to crawl on top and show him how happy you were.  Of course, he did not mind in the slightest.

 It took the Enterprise six weeks to get back to fully functional after the damaged caused when the ship had been out of communications.  There had been many long shifts of repairs and for you treating injuries sustained during those repairs.  One evening when Leonard was pulling a double shift to help M’Benga, you were sitting alone in the mess hall, contemplating how you would stay vertical if you were to stand now and head back to your quarters.  Exhaustion had seeped into every fiber of your being and you truly just needed sleep.

“You look awful.”  The voice causing you to look up with half lidded eyes.  Nyota took a seat in front of you with her dinner tray.

“Thanks.  It’s a new look I am going for.  I call it ‘drained doctor.’  Think it will catch on?”  She laughed as she took a sip of her tea.  Truth be told she did not look much better.

“I think it already is. The whole crew is running on fumes now. We need a break, badly.”  Nyota sighed as she began to eat.  You winced as you tried a bit of your coffee, it was ice cold.  Damn, how long had you been sitting there in your delirium?  

“Did I hear someone say needing a break?”  Jim took the seat beside you.  The aroma of hot coffee hit you.  In one quick motion, you stole his coffee cup, setting your cold one on his tray in trade.  “Hey, that’s mine!”

“Sorry, I need hot coffee if you want to live another day without ending up in the sickbay.”  Jim frowned but started on his meal.  Since you had come aboard, you and Jim had become fast friends.  Leonard thought he would hate the two of you joking or drinking together on a regular basis. However, it had the opposite effect. His two best friends had become friends and it made him smile.  While many times you and Jim would joke about Leonard, far more were the times you would gang up on Jim.  “What were you saying about a break?”

“Oh yeah that…”  Jim finished chewing the large mouthful before he continued.  “We have to dock at Earth anyway.  The ship has to be evaluated to make sure everything is running perfectly and within regulations before we are allowed back to deep space missions.  Seems it’s going to take several weeks or so.  I think it’s time we actually get a shore leave.  A real one, not the abbreviated one, like last time.” Both you and Nyota looked over at him, excitement on your faces.

“Are you serious?  Or are you trying to see if we break and mutiny?” Nyota asked wide-eyed.  Jim laughed as he finished another bite.

“I’m serious. Everyone is a mess.  The crew needs it.”  In your excitement, you downed the rest of the coffee, kissed Jim’s cheek and ran off towards sickbay to tell Leonard.  A whole month off on Earth would be wonderful.  Leonard could meet your grandfather and maybe you could meet his family as well.  Leonard was not quite as excited as you were but he was happy at the prospect.  He messaged his mother then Jocelyn and Joanna to make sure everyone would be around.  Begrudgingly Jocelyn said Joanna could spend the time in Georgia.  His mother was ecstatic and promised there would be endless peach cobbler for everyone during your stay.

You made contact with your grandfather and he said he would have the house ready for you and Leonard the latter half of the trip.  He was happy to finally be able to meet Leonard and to have some time with you.  All the plans were falling into place.  You and the crew would just have to make it another week without major incident.  

The patient load had lessened since the completion of the ship’s repairs.  Far less injuries, which made for an easier time for the medical staff. Now there was actually time to write up the reports, take stock in what the sickbay needed, and straighten up the mess that had accumulated since everything had begun.  By the time the ship had made it to Earth, the entire crew was on edge with excitement.  The last night before leave, a party was planned, since most everyone would be scattered across the planet.  You had never seen so much alcohol on board a ship.  Obviously, the crew had been able to hide their stashes in craftier ways but had brought them all out to enjoy.  

The cargo bay had been cleared and then set up like a makeshift bar.  Loud music heard from the comm system and many bodies packed tightly dancing in the middle.  Nyota found you first, dragging you across the room towards where Jim and Spock were standing.  Spock looked unimpressed by the gathering but his face relaxed a bit when Nyota wrapped her arm around his waist.  Jim handed you a cup of something purple lifting his cup at you as he downed it.  “What the hell is this?”

Jim shivered as the drink went down. “I don’t know.  I probably don’t want to know but it will get you drunk.  Where is Bones?  He actually let you out of his sight longer than five minutes?  He better not be in sickbay.”  You shrugged at him, downing the drink just as he had.  It tasted awful at first then left you with a sweet twist as an aftertaste.

“He said he had something to do real fast and he would meet me here.  He has been acting weird all day.  Maybe he is just exhausted or needs a moment without me around.  Being stuck with me all the time has to be draining.” Jim moved close and put an arm over your shoulder squeezing lightly.  

“That man loves you to no end.  I know for a fact, he wants you around all the time.  Bones is just Bones and he does things in his own special Bonesy way and time.  Like chasing me around with the fucking hypoes.  He enjoys it a lot more than any man should.  But it’s just him.  So don’t worry so much.”  You laughed as he drunkenly tried to make you feel better.

“Hands off my girl, Jim.” Jim removed his arm on your shoulder, as you turned to look at Leonard.  He leaned down to kiss you lightly brushing a piece of your bangs out of your face.  “Told you I wouldn’t be long.”  You smiled brightly up at him wrapping your arms around his waist, before looking back to the group.  The rest of the night went on without further issue.  Leonard had refrained from drinking so it was no surprise when he had to throw you over his shoulder to get you back to your quarters without a fight. You giggled the entire way about how hot his ass looked, even pinching it a few times for good measure.  He settled you into bed with a hypo to help prevent a major hangover in the morning.  That man loved you.

 In the morning, the ship had docked on Earth.  Leonard had to kiss you awake so you could shower and pack up for the month shore leave. Thanks to his care the night before you felt just fine and it did not take you long to prepare.  The whole time though he was acting odd.  He would look as though he needed to say something then stop or stare at you for several minutes before looking away quickly. When you asked him about it, he brushed it off saying it was just his distracted mind, and it was fine.  You let it go and went about your morning. Later when were about to step off the ship, Leonard grabbed your arm stopping you.

“[Y/N], can I ask you something?”  You looked back at him with a smile.

“Of course.  What’s going on?”

“I’ve been trying to talk to you since last night.  It just wasn’t a good time or I felt like the words wouldn’t come out or you just flat out dazzled me with that smile.”  His tone was difficult to gauge and a group had started to gather around you.  

“Leonard, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing is wrong, baby. It’s right actually, very right. I didn’t want to go back home without asking.  And now here we are about to step foot back on Earth and I haven’t gotten to ask you.” The group had grown larger now; you were feeling weird with all the eyes staring at you.

“Come on Bones, you are rambling.”  Leonard ignored the remark from his friend as he continued.  However, now he had gotten down on one knee.

“It’s been seven months today that I met you.  Seven months of me being happy and wanting to spend every moment with you.  You are the star in my life that keeps everything bright. I don’t want to go another day without you being mine.  [Y/F/N Y/M/N  Y/L/N] will you marry me?”

Part 8 

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