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Done All Wrong

Spock x FemReader

An: uh...this didn't quite go as expected so I'm sorry lol. By time noticed it was off subject it was too late soooo I deciced to go ahead and finish it. But don't worry I'm working on a fic more on subject to what you requested! 😭

Request: Spock x Reader where reader works under Spock and is terrified/attracted to him and thinks he hates her bc of his blunt Vulcan behavior? But in the end discovers he secretly is attracted to her and feels protective of her.

Warnings: embarrassing situations, anxiety, and some adult language.

Summary: You have a certain pointy earred alien on your mind for multiple reasons. You should hate him like he hates you but you can't bring yourself to. Much to your dismay... Embarrassing moments ensue.

You sigh staring at the specimen in front of you. A boring plain leafed plant from one of the recent expeditions. Ordinary nothing special. Quite lackluster and disappointing. Not someone anybody would care for. Someone? Gosh you need a break, this is getting sad. Projecting your angst on to a poor little plant is defiantly a new low. You shake your head and sigh running a hand over your face. A few of your fellow science officers send concerned glances your way. You flush slightly embarrassed.

'I need to get back to work,' you think. You know that you can't keep pushing of your work because of your silly angst. Especially since Sp- he would notice. 'Don't need to give him a reason to nag me.' Well not like you'd have to give him one. Lately it seems all he can do is nag and belittle you. Critiquing each and every little thing that you do. And yet you still lov-

"Ugggh, get it together lieutenant and stop acting like a child." You groan under your breath aggravated.

You pick up your pad and look at the plant to continue your observations. Aroma? Earthy and warm. Size? 11.9 inches. Form? Stalky lean. Leaf shape? Spatulate. Flower color? You lean forward, silky black blossom. Your heart races but you take a deep breath and continue. Leaf color? A lovely shade of green. It reminds you of the faint flush of-

"Is everything alright?"

"!" You let out a gasp and whip around. And of course wouldn't you know it, it's the last person you'd want to see. The object of your frustration and affection, Spock.

Spock's eyebrow twitches up. "My apologies I did not intend to frighten you."

"No! No it's fine. I just wasn't expecting you to just show up so sudden is all..." You put a hand over your racing heart. You can feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You wish you could just disappear right now. Maybe if you ju-

"Lieutenant, are you well? You have been distracted since you arrived for your shift. Aswell as your excessive sighing and your flush cheeks. Are you sick? If so I will have to implore you to go to sick bay." Spock admonishes you.

"I- I am not sick! I admit I'm distracted but...It's not- I'm not sick." You stammer. You can't believe he's calling you out like this, so loud and very public. It's humiliating. Your can't even look him in the eyes anymore. Because you're certain if you did he'd peer into your mind and learn as to why you been so distracted. You'd rather die then for him to find out. He's already cruel enough. Gosh, how could this get any worse?

And you to your horror you realize, quite easily is the answer. While avoiding his burning yet apathetic gaze you notice your coworkers glancing at the scene. Judging and knowingly. Some whispering, some pointing. They all know. They know why. They can tell. Your feelings. Oh my god...Oh god...Oh god-

Spock either doesn't notice your panic or doesn't care because he continues to chew you out. "Are you certain? Because it appears you are flushing even worse now. But if you are not sick would you care to explain your actions? Particularly talking to the plant you are supposed to be inspecting. That is certainly not an action a healthy and sane person would take. Perhaps you need to see a counselor or be reliev-"

"Just stop!" You snap you can't help it. You're so overwhelmed. Everything is too much. All the eyes looking at you. And him. Why does he have to hate you so much. Why... Oh god and now you've yelled at him! You've just made this into an even bigger scene. Thank god there's not too many people in the labs this late at night. But everyone will soon hear about this...oh god you're fucked.

You begin to tear up. You look into his eyes finally. His eyebrows are raised almost holding an expression of shock and maybe concern? Who are you kidding as if he could care. Even if he could care he'd definitely not care for you.

"Why? Why do you hate me so...so-" you're cut off by a small cry that escapes. You quickly throw a hand over your mouth to stop any more from escaping. Tears begin to run down your face. You panic, you need to get out as soon as possible and spare yourself any further embarrassment. You dash out of the labs. Leaving behind a shocked and confused Spock.

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"I simply do not understand why she was upest."

"You don't understand why she was upset? You don't- My god how could someone so smart be so stupid!" Leonard McCoy exclaims exasperated.

"You think that I am smar-"

"That is not the point you pointy eared hobgoblin! Goodness gracious...look." McCoy sighs and leans forward in his seat giving Spock a tired glare.

"You insulted and embarrassed the poor girl in front of all her lab rat coworkers. Hell if I was her I would have done a whole lot more to you then shout and cry. I'd give ya what for." McCoy states plainly punching his palm with his clenched fist.

"I see...it was not my intention to embarrass her nor do I hate her."

"You don't?" McCoy looks at him in disbelief.

"What? Of course I do not hate her nor harbor any ill intentions towards her."

"Goodness Spock... you sure have a way of showing it. Look, I talk to her. We're close and let me tell ya you've been giving her some hell. Ya leave her as ill as a hornet. If you don't hate her then why do ya insist on angering and embarrassing that poor little lady?"

"I- I was unaware I was angering or embarrassing her." Spock says quietly eyebrows furrowed and slightly lowered. Truly he would never wish to upset you. He just wants the best for you and to help you be the best you can be.

"My god...you like her don't you? Heh... Spock you're in deep." McCoy laughs at Spock's expense.

"Please do not tease me. What should I do?"

"Your asking ME for advice? I never thought I'd see the day. My my my you do have it bad."

Spock gets up to leave but is stopped my McCoy's hand that pushes him back into his seat. "Yer not goin anywhere. Sit right there I'm gonna grab some drinks. We're gonna need it."

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"You've got five minutes to explain." You snap at him while leaning in your doorway.

Spock nods, " I am deeply sorry. It was not my intention to anger you or to embarrass you. Nor do I hate you, it is quite the opposite. I- I deeply enjoy your company and I find you fascinating. You make me feel although I do not know how to show it. But I will endeavor to do better if you could forgive me? And if you return my feelings?"

You stand in shock. There is no way this is really happening. "Pinch me."

"No, why would I wish to harm you? Did I not explain well enough I do not wish any form of harm or discomfort to you?" Spock says looking offended and confused.

"Nonono sorry, its just an expression. I just can't believe this is real. I must be dreaming."

"Dreaming?"

"Yes, because there is no way that this is real. That you're basically confessed to liking me and asking me out! No, its too crazy..."

"You are not dreaming. And yes I do 'like you'. I also would not mind if you would allow me to court you."

"I-I really?"

"Indeed." Spock looks at you. Wondering if he's made a mistake. Perhaps you don't feel the same? Or he's hurt you too much. Or any other reason.

"Yes! I mean, yes. I would like that very much. I've liked you for awhile now. Um but just please try not to be so mean?" You say with a bright beaming smile.

"Of course." Spock nods seriously.

"Can I please hug you? I'm just so happy!"

Spock nods and stoops down to wrap you in a gentle hug. You wrap yourself up in his lanky form. Maybe the plant is loveable after all.

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[lucycola]

Hi will their be a tos Spock X femreader the visitor part 3 and 4 because I absolutely love this story so much 🥰

yes!

When?

I don’t know. Hopefully before the year is done.

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I Will Spend My Whole Life Loving You (Spock x Fem!Reader) [Request!]

“Fic Request: Spock x Fem!Reader (Vulcan/Human hybrid) go on a romantic date!”

”Headcanon or Fic Request: fem!Reader being married to Spock!”

“Request: Spock x Human-Vulcan Fem!Reader get married on the Enterprise. Preferably TOS Spock please.”

- @sovereignoblivious

Hi there! Thank you for requesting :) I decided to mash these all into one since they are all kind of similar. I hope you don’t mind! Also, I write for mainly AOS but nothing really distinguishes it from TOS so you can imagine it taking place in TOS if you would like! I also totally forgot about the vulcan/human hybrid until I was about 1k words in, so if it’s not as well represented I’m so sorry!! I tried to fit it in as best I could :(

I wrote this like a recap of your relationship with Spock, so there’s not much dialogue. I tried to be as detailed as possible!

Also, sorry for the lack of updates... the school year just ended and I went on vacation for two weeks to visit my family in Hawai’i! I had no wifi for nearly 10 days and let me tell you it was AWFUL. Haha. I’m so glad to be home. The rest of this summer will hopefully be full of updates! Keep the requests coming!

ALSO, THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE FOLLOWS!!!!! I gained 20 more followers while I was away! I love you all so much :D!!!

Word Count: 2377 Warnings: fluff, swearing, mentions of self-harm/self-loathing

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You had absolutely hated Spock at first. Boiling, raw, pure hatred for him, even though your reasons were unfair and you knew it. 

Your initial thought was to just avoid him as much as possible, but that plan was eventually foiled when you realized how difficult that was going to be when he was in almost all of your classes, his dorm was literally directly across the street (like you could look out your window and see right through his window, how you both happened to be on the 17th floor in separate buildings and the same room number was beyond you) and you saw him probably more than ten times a day. 

He was there on the walk to class in the morning, there during class, there during lunch hour, even there sometimes on the walk home after class. Once you thought it couldn’t get any worse, your professors started pairing the two of you for group projects. When you asked why, all of their answers ran along the same lines: ‘You both need to learn to get along’ or ‘You could learn a lot from each other’ and other shit like that. You started getting suspicious when you suddenly had four projects assigned with him as your partner. You asked your friends about it when you were getting frustrated and all they did was share a look between each other and shrug. When you and Spock set a date to finally start working on all of your projects, you started dreading it. You found yourself lingering around, whether it be to ask a professor a question that you already knew the answer to after class was over or staying late at the library so that you wouldn't have to go to bed and wake up the next morning, a whole day closer to doomsday. You tried to tell yourself that the reason you were doing that was because you hated him and didn’t want to be around him for any amount of time, but when the familiar burning sensation you always felt when thinking of him started morphing into something else you got scared. The change startled you, suddenly feeling self-conscious and unsure as opposed to your typically confident nature. It was all so new and it was especially frightening when you didn’t have enough time to unpack it before your workday with Spock, so, instead of dealing with it, you tried to push it all down.  

When the day finally came, it took every ounce of willpower you had to roll out of bed and get dressed. It was a Saturday so you didn’t need to be dressed in uniform, so you went with some black sweats that had ‘STARFLEET’ written down one side and a  [f/c] tank top. It was a little chilly outside, so you threw your favorite hoodie on as you walked out the door. You tied your hair back in the elevator, careful to leave enough down to cover your ears, put your keycard into the side pocket of your backpack and you started the walk to the campus library. 

If there was one thing you were most self-conscious about it was your Vulcan ears. You didn’t like your Vulcan side as much because of your father. He was half-Vulcan half-human, while you were three-quarters human and only one-fourth Vulcan. You were glad you only inherited the ears, not the eyebrows. You and your father didn’t have the best relationship, or any relationship at all, really, and you never knew why. He was often strict and unfeeling, never exercising his human side in front of you. He left when you were eight years old for a Vulcan science mission and never came back. Your mother still loved him, though you never saw him show any sign of affection back. You always believed your mother deserved better, and that was when your hatred for Vulcans started to manifest. Starting with yourself. 

A few years after he left you fell into a dark place, although you were exceptional at hiding it. You would often stare at your sharply pointed ears in the mirror and pull on them, hoping that if you pulled hard enough from the bottom they would even out. You would wear earmuffs year-round so that nobody would see. When you were fifteen, you snuck out and got them pierced several times so that they would appear more human. They also compelled you to become more emotional to appear less like your father. 

You shook yourself out of your reverie as you walked out of the front entrance of your building. 

Luckily for you, Spock was not walking down the opposite sidewalk so you slid your headphones under your hood over your ears and shuffled your playlist. The walk was much shorter than you would’ve preferred and you sauntered up the steps into the vast hall. Since everybody was off, the library was used more as a hangout area than a quiet study hall, save for the actual study hall in the back, so it was a bit louder than usual. 

You spotted Spock sitting at one of the smaller open tables next to one of the windows overlooking the grounds. The fluttery-anxious feeling was back again, causing you to swallow hard as you approached him. 

“Hey,” you called as he looked up from the window. 

“Hey,” he greeted, somewhat awkwardly. Setting your backpack down, you sat down across from him. He was wearing casual clothes too; a plain green sweater and some jeans, though you thought it was cute how he still wore his badge. You shut your eyes tightly and cursed yourself. 

I don’t think he looks cute, I don’t think he looks cute, I don’t think he looks cute-

“[y/n], are you feeling alright?” he asked. 

You opened your eyes and glared at him. 

“Fine, just mentally preparing,” you snapped. 

He did what you could only assume was his version of an eye roll, but what surprised you was the flicker of a smile that passed over his features. It was only there for a fraction of a second, but your cheeks reddened as your heart raced.

What is happening to me?

“Would you like to begin?” he started pulling out papers and you gulped.

This was going to be a long day.

Surprisingly, that wasn’t the case. You had never really sat down and talked with Spock before, and to your astonishment, he was a really cool person. You both talked for hours, barely getting any work done, and before you knew it the library was empty and it was almost nine pm. You packed up your things and headed back towards your dorms you continued to talk and he continued to make you laugh and once you made it to the front entrance of your building you couldn’t even remember why you had hated him in the first place. 

You smiled and told him goodnight, feeling the heat creep up on your cheeks. You swore that you saw his own cheeks tint green. You both stared back at each other for a moment, feeling yourself gravitate towards each other for a brief second before you realized what you were doing and leaned back a little. He bid you goodnight and with the tiniest little smile you had ever seen, he turned away and crossed the street. You shook yourself out of your daze and hurried inside, texting your friends to meet you asap in your dorm. Even though it was late, you knew your friends and their Saturday night habits. 

You asked them about Spock again, this time a little less aggressively. They looked shocked at your calm, almost lovestruck expression settled over your features, glancing worriedly between themselves. 

Your friends were there for hours talking with you about your feelings and how you were to deal with them until you all fell asleep. They told you that this was just a case of misinterpretation of feelings, so when you felt so strongly towards Spock you mistook it for hatred when it was really admiration and infatuation. The confirmed that the same thing had happened to Spock, though he had realized much sooner. When you asked them what that meant, they dropped the bombshell on you.

“[y/n],” [friend’s name] said gently. “Spock has been smitten with you since midterms. Almost everyone knows, except for you apparently.”

You sat and stared for a minute, unsure how to react. Giddiness rose above all the other emotions you were feeling, forcing a smile to form on your lips. You felt all choked up, excitement raising your heartrate and slowly taking away your ability to breathe.

“So, even the teachers know?” you managed to force out. Your friends chuckled. 

The teachers assumed something was going on, but didn’t know for sure since you acted so hostile towards him all the time so they went out of their way to pair you and Spock together. 

You thanked your friends and invited them to stay the night. 

The next day you had planned to work with Spock again, so you left your friends a note and told them they could stay as long as they liked as long as they locked the door before they left. 

You met Spock at the library again but this time you actually did get some work done, and quickly. When you both finished, you packed your things and took a walk around the grounds. You talked all day about random things, interests, favorites, childhood (you tried your best to leave out the part about your father) and a little bit about your hopes for the future. You did most of the talking, though Spock did contribute on occasion, like he talked a bit about his love (or as he put it, ‘subtle interest’ but you knew better) for music and his passion for science.  

Hours passed quickly and the sunset came quickly. You and Spock were sat on a grassy slope overlooking the San Fransisco Bay, watching the sunset. 

“[y/n], I have something to confess,” he broke the silence. You turned to him.

“Go ahead.”

“The truth of the matter is that I harbor no malice or hatred towards you,” he started, looking away from you. Even in the dim golden light from the descending sun, you could tell he was uncomfortable. “My... feelings towards you are quite the opposite.”

You stared blankly at him for a moment. Even though you had already known, hearing it come from his was a totally different story. You scooted a little closer to him and placed your head down on his shoulder. He relaxed beneath you, accepting the action as one of reciprocation. You felt his hand brush over yours and the spark that followed after confirmed a Vulcan kiss. You raised your head up to meet his eyes, which flickered between your lips and back up. You leaned in slowly to give him time to back out if he wasn’t comfortable, but to your surprise, he was the one to close the distance. 

This kiss was sweet and only lasted a few seconds. When you pulled away, you could see the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips. Your smile faded, though, when you remembered your lie. 

“I have to tell you something,” you said softly. He nodded slowly, letting you remove your hand from his light hold.

You pulled your hood back and tucked your hair behind your now exposed ear. You couldn’t look him in the eye as he stared at your earring-ridden ear that mirrored his. 

“You’re... Vulcan?” 

“A quarter,” you replied softly, wringing your hands in your lap. Spock reached out to grasp them in his own, forcing you to look back up into his eyes. 

“Why did you feel the need to hide this from me?” he asked you gently. “It would not and does not change the effect that you have on me.”

So, you explained in the waning sunlight what actually happened in your childhood and the issues with your father, why you ended up hating all Vulcans and that’s why you hated him too in the beginning. 

“You don’t need to be ashamed of your heritage because of him,” he told you when you finished. “You don’t need to hide part of who you are because of his mistakes. I can assist you in exploring our culture to help change your views if you would like.”

You threw your arms around his neck in a tight hug. 

“Thank you,” you murmured.

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You and Spock stayed together for the remaining years at the academy. You brought him home to meet your mother (who instantly approved) and you did almost everything together. Date night was your favorite time of the week, which ranged from movie nights or fancy dinners. Your favorite one was when he took you out of the city to go stargazing and set up the cutest little picnic complete with lanterns and fairy lights. It was romantic and beautiful being there with him and listening to the wildlife as the stars made themselves known. He showed you all the constellations he knew of. 

Before you knew it you were both assigned on missions. At first, you were separated; you on the USS Bradbury and him on the USS Enterprise, but with some convincing, you were reassigned to the Enterprise. 

After your first run-in with danger when Nero attacked and your near-death experience, Spock decided it was time to pop the question. You were married not long after by Jim, who you had gotten very close to because of Spock. You had asked Nyota to be your maid of honor and Spock chose Leonard (who agreed despite his recurring annoyance with the Vulcan). You were awarded a larger, shared quarters and time off duty to spend time together. 

Married life was much more normal than you had originally thought it was going to be. Everything just started to slow down around you, and you always had a sense of calm whenever Spock was near you. The butterflies you always felt when he was around died down and instead you felt an overwhelming amount of safety and comfort. 

He was all you had ever wanted, and he was forever yours.

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Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday Ride Again

A sequel to Justice, McCoy Style

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Original prompt: Imagine being assaulted by a male crew member, and when Bones finds out who it is, he promptly goes and kicks the guys arse. Later when the crew member is brought to medbay for his injuries, Bones insists nothing is wrong with him.

Pairing: McCoy x FemReader

Rating: Teen/cusp of Mature after the redirect

Word Count: 2.2k

Thanks to @evangeliamerryll for her request inspiring the first story.

Summary: When a difficult and delicate matter cannot be immediately resolved through official channels, McCoy and Spock take matters into their own hands.

Originated from a Tumblr prompt: When Bones discovers you fended off an unwanted advance from a fellow crewmember, he kicks the guy's arse. Later the crew member is brought to Medbay for his injuries.

Excerpt: Now alone in his office, McCoy twines a stylus through his fingers. “Computer, dim lights.” The darker atmosphere suits his grim mood.

For he cannot get the words and pain filled voice out of his head … yes, I mean no, your assumption is not wrong … I … I can’t do this again … telling strangers what happened and … having them … look at me in that accusing way … calling me horrid names … the deliberate shaming …

Tears had flowed at this point.

… and them not … believing me …

The sobs had then increased.

… and being blamed for instigating … what happened …

Lost in thought, the physician did not notice Spock’s arrival. When the Vulcan clears his throat, McCoy raises his head.

“Doctor, there are rumors of an accident in the zero-g gym. I believe an injury resulted. Have you treated such a patient?” As is typical, Spock is multitasking while conducting this inquiry.

“Yeah. Nothing to worry about, released him to duty a couple of hours ago.”

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Seducing is Science (Spock x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Kirk, Scotty, Leonard, and Spock go to a bar during shore leave, where they each try to get (y/n)’s number. Only one of them succeeds. 

Word Count: 1137 Warnings: none :) Posted: Tumblr, Wattpad Requested: On Wattpad

"Ship is in dock, Captain," Sulu declared, making some final adjustments.

"Thank you, Mr. Sulu," Kirk grinned as he turned to Spock. "Care to join Bones, Scotty and I at a bar?"

"Of course captain," Spock responded, hands held stiffly at his back as he followed him into the turbolift. The duo joined up with Scotty and Bones on the way, relieved to finally have a break.

Once the four of them finally found a decent bar on the station, they didn’t hesitate. Within the first twenty-five-or-so minutes, Kirk and Bones were tipsy, Scotty was drunk, and Spock was eyeing the bowl of chocolates behind the dark counter. The seats around the men were eagerly filled with people and aliens alike, all ready to blow off some steam with friends.

A certain woman caught their attention; dressed in a (favorite color) flowy crop top and a pair of high waisted jeans. Her (hair length) hair was thrown into haphazard space buns, messy in the best way. Jim nudged Bones and nodded towards the beauty, catching the attention of Scotty too.

"Betcha can't get her number," Bones whispered to Jim. He rolled his eyes.

"Pfft, you wish," the captain scoffed, launching himself from his chair. "This'll be no sweat."

Jim sauntered over to the girl, sliding into the seat next to her. She pretended not to see him.

"Brandy, please," he smirked. "On the rocks. One for me and the lady."

"No thanks," she replied nonchalantly, still refusing to look his way. "Two shots of vodka."

"Can't say I'm a vodka person," Jim said as the bartender placed his brandy and the two shots before them.

She rolled her eyes and brought both glasses to her lips, turning towards him as she threw her head back. "I never said it was for you."

Jim's cheeks were dusted with pink, totally unprepared for her response. He covered it with a chuckle.

"Fiesty, are we?"

She scoffed.  

Jim opened his mouth again, but she interrupted him.

"Look, buddy," she looked him in the eye again, causing Jim to stiffen.

"Before you try and ask for my number, I'm gonna have to decline."

Jim sighed, defeated.

"As you wish, M'lady," he said, picking himself up and walking slowly back over to his posse.

"Did you get it?" Scotty and Bones eagerly asked. Jim shook his head.

"Ha! I knew it! You're not as suave as you think, lover-boy!" Scotty laughed.

"Well, I bet you guys can't do it!" Jim argued indignantly.

"I'll try!" Scotty volunteered, jumping out of his seat.

"I can't believe I didn't get her number," Jim huffed.

Within minutes, Scotty came back as well, numberless.

"Okay, it can't be THAT hard to get her number," Bones said in disbelief.

"You go try then," Jim dared angrily.

"Yeah," Scotty chimed in. "The lass is as tough as nails!"

"Fine then," Bones got up and made his way to the woman.

In no time, he too returned with no success.

"Okay, so maybe it is hard," he muttered, sipping his drink.

"I won't stand for this," Jim smacked his fist into his palm. "One of us has to get her number before the end of the night."

"But we've all tried and failed," Scotty protested. "It would be quite ungentlemanly to go ask again."

"Not everyone," Bones said. The three of them slowly turned towards their pointy-eared friend, still eyeing the chocolate truffles three feet away from him.

"Are you kidding me?" Scotty exclaimed. "That Vulcan couldn't get a date with a rock! How do you expect him to get that pretty lady's number?"

"Well he's our last shot," Bones argued. "We can't go back over there but he can."

"What the harm in trying?" Kirk shrugged.

"I do not believe this is a good idea," Spock said.

"Oh come on!" Kirk groaned. "You don't even know what I'm asking yet!"

"I could hear you all talking since I am sitting right next to you," Spock intoned. He turned to Scotty. "And I do not understand your insult Mr. Scott since it would be illogical to get a date with a rock anyway."

"See what I mean?" Scotty motioned towards Spock.

"Ugh. Just- Just please try okay?" Jim pleaded. "I really want to know her number."

"Very well Captain. I will try," Spock started to get up, but turned around quickly to grab a chocolate, which he popped into his mouth. He made his way over to the girl quietly sipping at her martini. She looked up when he sat down.

"Hey there," she smiled.

"Greetings," Spock looked away from her, unsure how to act.

"Starfleet, eh?" she nodded at his uniform. "I'm in Starfleet too."

"You are?" Spock asked, intrigued.

"Yep," she popped the P. "Just got out of the academy actually. I've been training to be an assistant navigator."

"I see."

"So what about you?" she asked. "What field you in?"

"I am the first officer of the U.S.S Enterprise as well as the science officer,"  Spock replied.

"Damn," she raised her eyebrows. "I've always wanted to be on that ship."

"I believe the human term would be, 'I love my job'," Spock joked, though never breaking his stony expression.

"I bet," she chuckled. "So what's a handsome Vulcan like you doing in a place like this?"

"My captain insisted that I and our ships doctor and head of engineering accompany him to this bar," Spock explained.

"Oh, are those the looneys who tried to get my number earlier?" she laughed. "That's so funny."

"May I ask you a question?" Spock asked.

"Go for it," she said, finishing her martini and ordering another.

"Why did you shut the others down so quickly but continue to talk to me?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I've met other Vulcans in my lifetime, and they just seem way more attentive than people are, if that even makes sense. I guess what I mean is that without any emotions, they just feel more genuine. No offense, but your weird friends over there seem like they all just want to get in my pants."

"I see," Spock responded. "In that case, would you like to go on, what you humans tend to call, a date with me? I'm sure the Captain would be pleased if you joined our crew."

"That seems like an offer I cannot refuse," she smiled widely. "Here's my number. The name's [y/n] by the way."

"Spock."

[Y/n] scribbled the string of numbers down on a napkin, sliding it over to Spock and putting a twenty on the bar to pay for her drinks.

"Shall we go?" she smirked.

"Indeed," the corner of Spock's mouth twitched a little as he held his arm out and she wrapped hers around it. The pair walked past the trio, jaws on the floor as Spock waved the napkin in Kirks face before they left the bar.

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Spock Headcanon #1 [Request!]

“Hey uhm I don't know if I ever send you a request (if i did i am sorry bc I'm so forgetful) but could I request headcanons for Spock and Data (if you write for tng) with a very emotional female co worker where they find her in a room crying? ^^ have a lovely day! :)” - @lady-of-black-roses

Hiii! Thank you for sending in a request! You have sent me one, I’m still working on it oops but don’t worry about it! Keep sending them in :) So in the meantime, I decided to do my first ever headcanon! Not sure how it works exactly if it’s like a drabble or something but I’m just going to structure it off some lousy research I did but I hope you like it nonetheless! (P.S your fic will be coming soon :)

Sorry if Spock seems a bit OOC at the end I wanted it to be sweet :)

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ngl, he kinda didn’t know what to do at first when he saw you

it kinda surprised him

you were crying really hard

like ugly, ugly crying

he knew that you sometimes could get worked up but he had no idea how much pent-up emotion you were able to hold in

he didn’t even know why you were crying in the first place

he just wanted to be there for you

so he sat on the floor with you for as long as you needed to get it all out

he held you to try and make you feel safe even though you were staining his shirt with your tears

he rubbed your back and whispered nice things like ‘it's going to be okay’ and even in his monotone voice it still helped you feel relaxed

he knew that both of your shifts had started but he was in no hurry to make you go to work like that

eventually, you wore yourself out and fell asleep in his arms

he carried you to the bed and let you sleep cuddled nicely on his arm

he dozed off too

he woke up a few hours later with you hugging him tightly

it was well into the night but he still stayed with you

when you woke up you explained to him why you were crying and he was as sympathetic as a Vulcan could be

he really did try his best to make you feel better

he let you change out of your tearstained uniform into a sweatshirt and some shorts so you could leave your room

he took you to the mess and replicated you a steaming mug of [your favorite hot drink] and sat with you as you drank it

it was all a blessing in disguise, since the ship was flying through a particularly beautiful corner of space with gorgeous colors and bright stars

Spock sat with you as you watched space streak by

he escorted you back to your quarters, hand in hand

he was about to leave but you asked him to stay with you 

you told him that he made you feel safe

he agreed and let you snuggle into his side all night

even though you were like a human furnace and he barely got much sleep because he was sweating so much

but just looking at your relaxed form made the corner of his mouth turn up a bit

and all he felt was pure affection and happiness

a bit groggy, he decided to let his guard down with you like you had done with him

and he let himself cuddle you back

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To the Moon and Back(Spock x Fem!Reader) [Request!]

“Hi there! I’ve never done a request before so I hope I do it right. I was wondering if I could request a Spock fic with prompt number 6, and prompt number 30 (also I love your work so much, such a talented author ❤️)” -anon

Hi anon! Thank you so much for the kind words! It really means a lot to me :) I keep just rereading it and every single time I smile! Enjoy your request! I really hope you like it!

Also, OMG @thefanficfaerie REBLOGGED TWO OF MY FICS I THINK I’VE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN. 

Also also, I’m SO SORRY THIS IS LATE!!! Please understand that I am youngish and still in school! I’ve also just started driving school and now I’m going to have even less time... But I will be getting fics out! If you send in a request, it does help with the production of more fics and helps eliminate writer’s block! 

Prompts: 6. Less talking, more kissing 30. For once in your life could you please just listen to me?

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Word Count: 1693 Warnings: swearing Posted: Tumblr, Wattpad

You were pissed. Furious, seething, fuming. Even those were understatements. You had been with Spock for two years. Two years. You loved him, oh god you loved him, but in this moment you couldn’t hate him more. 

He had gone off and risked his life again, throwing himself into that volcano without a second thought and urging the captain to leave him there, all to protect the prime directive. The first time he tried to sacrifice himself for the good of others you thought he was a hero. Of course, you were worried sick and promptly hit him the second he stepped off the transporter pad before embracing him tightly. The second time, you were a bit irritated but proud of him nonetheless. As the count began to grow your frustration grew with it. 

You understood that he was Vulcan and first officer, both giving him duties he had to follow. His duty to his Vulcan heritage was to refrain from showing his emotions, which he typically followed to the T. He had explained to you once that his reason for putting himself in danger was because he knew that he could handle and accept death better than any human aboard. Just because you didn’t like it didn’t mean that you didn’t understand. Him being the first officer meant that he was responsible for the lives of the crew too, which he also explained that it was his duty to keep everyone safe even if it meant sacrificing his own life. What Spock didn’t realize, though, was that he had overlooked one other commitment. 

His commitment to you.

The Vulcan didn’t understand that by devoting himself to his culture and job, he was neglecting his responsibilities to your relationship. As smart as he was, he was still new to having a girlfriend and the commitments and time that was required to keep it alive. Even though two years had passed since you two had begun dating, you were still patient and accepting with his boundaries and his ways. You did love him, after all. 

That being said, you were still pissed. And that was why you were avoiding him. You knew that he wouldn’t take an outburst of anger from you well, so you tried to avoid the problem altogether instead of facing it. That paired with your fear of confrontation and social awkwardness lead to you going to extremes to avoid your boyfriend. You changed your shift, took different routes to your shifts (one time, you saw him coming down the hall so you literally took the Jefferies tube all the way down to deck seven) and you ate your meals at different times.

Yeah. You hated confrontation. 

Your day started out how the last few usually did; you woke up, got dressed, and snuck to the mess as early as possible to avoid your Vulcan S.O.  Who you didn’t realize you would run into was the captain himself. You crept in the mess, empty besides a few stragglers from the graveyard shift. You weren’t looking where you were going while you scanned the room for pointy ears and you collided with Jim’s back, enlisting an “oof” from the captain. 

Before you could run away, he turned around. 

“[y/n]?”

Fuck.

“Oh, hey Jim. What’s up?” you asked casually.

Jim scowled, crossing his arms. “Don’t ‘hey Jim’ me. What is going on? You’ve been avoiding me, Bones, and Spock like the plague all week and the Vulcan is as worried sick as he can be, no pun intended.”

You shifted on your feet, the guilt washing over you making you want to curl up in a corner. 

“I’m mad at Spock,” you muttered. 

“Why?” Jim pressed.

Frustration started building up in your chest, the constricting feeling pairing itself with the need to cry.

“I’m just so worried about him,” the frustrated tears burned your throat, shaking your voice. You looked up at his surprised face, eyes blurring. “Why, Jim? Why do you let him risk his life like that?”

Jim pulled you in, embracing you tightly as you let it out softly.  When you felt like you finished, you mumbled an apology for staining his uniform.

“Don’t worry, I can change it on my way to the bridge,” he replied, rubbing your back and changing the subject. “Why are you worried about him? You know that Spock can take care of himself.” 

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. “I know but... I’m terrified that one of these days he’s not going to come home. Jim, if he dies it’ll destroy me. I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“Why don’t you just tell him that? Ghosting him won’t make things any better.”

“He has duties,” you sighed. “Responsibilities to the ship and his culture. I can’t ask him to abandon those things just for me.”

After a beat of silence, you spoke again, softly.

“Jim, what if he doesn’t love me? What if he doesn’t care?”

“[y/n], how could you even think that?” Jim looked at you, incredulous. 

“It’s just that,” you paused to cross your arms over your chest, closing yourself off. “I don’t think he understands the emotional pressure that puts me under. I know I have to cut him some slack for being a Vulcan, but maybe that just means we aren’t meant to be.”

Jim looked at you for a minute, conflicting feelings warring over his features. 

“You can’t just assume these things [y/n],” he said finally. “Relationships require honesty and communication and if you want this to last then you have to give him at least that.”

You nodded, turning away. “Thanks, Jim.” 

With that, you walked briskly away, forgetting about breakfast entirely. You needed to work. You needed to be alone. Your feet took you all the way down to engineering while your mind was drowning in your multitude of thoughts, absent-mindedly picking up a wrench and getting to work on a sketchy control panel. 

Your thoughts were filled with your predicament with Spock the entire time you worked. Eventually, you gave up on working and sauntered back to your quarters, numb and confused. 

You let your eyes study your boots as you swiped your palm in front of the sensor at your door. You walked in slowly before becoming suddenly aware of the presence in the room. You looked up slowly, taking a step back when you realized who it was. 

“[y/n]-” 

“Why are you in here?” you interrupted him, putting on a blank expression. The Vulcan didn’t show any outward sign of being hurt by your comment besides sitting up a little straighter.

“The captain has informed me how you were feeling,” he replied curtly.

“Of course he did,” you muttered, sweeping past him towards your room. All you wanted was to put on your PJs and eat an entire pint of ice cream. “Damn infant can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“I believe that we should speak about our relationship,” he stated, turning as you passed him. 

You scoffed as you took off your uniform, replacing it with an old oversized T-shirt that had some old band’s faded logo sprawled across the front. You didn’t care about Spock seeing you change, as you had been with him in various stages of undress in the past and it was too late to be awkward about it now. “Are you trying to break up with me?”

“That was not the type of conversation I was referring to.”

“Then what is it,” you snapped, narrowed eyes meeting his.

He approached you slowly, bringing his hands up and down your arms. “Why are you angry with me? If I have done anything to upset you it was inadvertent.”

“I can’t- I can’t keep doing this Spock,” you took a step back, out of his arms, and you watched as his hands fell limply back down to his sides. 

“Are you ending things with me?” he returned your question.

You shut your eyes. “No- Maybe-” You sighed. “I don’t know.”

 Spock held your gaze, silently urging you to continue. 

“When you threw yourself into that volcano, you didn’t give a single thought to us,” you could feel your voice crack. “To me.”

He looked away.

“You didn’t feel anything. You didn’t care.”

He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off again. “You have no idea what it would do to me if you died Spock. For once in your life, would you please just listen to me?” 

He was silent for a minute. 

“My intention was never to hurt you,” he began slowly. “But your suggestion that I do not care is incorrect. It is true that I chose not to feel anything upon realizing that my own life was ending. I have felt the emotions that one feels in the moment of one’s passing. Anger, confusion, loneliness, fear.”

He paused, taking a step closer.

“I had experienced those feelings before, multiplied exponentially the day my planet was destroyed. Such a feeling is one that I chose to never experience again, nor have anyone else feel.”

He was right in front of you now, staring into you with an intensity he had never shown you before. 

“[y/n], you mistake my choice not to feel as a reflection of my not caring, while I assure you the truth is precisely the opposite.”

You looked up at him, bringing your hand up to rest on his cheek softly. He mirrored you, thumbs stroking your cheekbones softly. You let him close the distance between you, capturing your lips in a sweet, loving kiss, he gripped your face tightly as he poured all of the feelings he couldn’t put into words into the act of intimacy. 

“I love you,” you tried to pull away to speak but he chased your mouth with his. 

“Hey-” he cut you off again and you giggled against his lips, feeling him smile. You were taken aback and you gasped, giving him the right away to deepen the once-innocent kiss. 

You weakly pushed on his chest and he gave, even though he was strong enough to fight you.

“Let me say something,” he could hear the smile in your voice as you beamed up at him. 

“Less talking, more kissing,” he replied, pressing himself against you again. You laughed, blissfully succumbing to his warm embrace. 

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Our Little Broken Family (Spock x Fem!Reader)

Summary: [y/n] finds a small Vulcan boy in the wreckage of a Vulcan science vessel. Spock decides to help her take care of him.

Word Count: 2038 Posted: Tumblr, Wattpad Warnings: none that I know of :) Requested: On Wattpad

You sighed.

He's so perfect.

"[y/n]!" Uhura snapped her fingers in front of your face. "Enterprise to [y/n]."

"Sorry," you shook your head, lifting your chin off your hand.

"Girl, you are in too deep," she smirked. "We've only been on this ship for a few days and you are already smitten. What's up with you?"

"Oh, it goes way back," you muttered, twirling the spoon in your tea. "Since the academy, really."

"Oh man," she leaned back, laughter lacing her words. "You really are hitting rock bottom, eh?"

"Yeah," you let out another long sigh, returning your longing stare at the Vulcan across the room. "The bottom of the ocean."

Before you could become lost in thought, your and Uhura's communicators beeped.

"I'm needed in the transporter room," you stood up suddenly.

"And I'm needed on the bridge," she said. You noticed Spock stand up and walk over to you.

"Lieutenant, we are needed on the bridge," he said to Uhura before turning to you. "Good luck, Commander."

"You too," you told him, turning away abruptly and hurrying towards the transporter room. Your team and the captain were waiting for you there and he handed you a phaser.

"There's a disabled vessel on the surface of this planet," Jim explained. "We need you guys to get down there and retrieve any survivors."

"Aye aye, sir," you nodded, leading your team onto the pad. "Energize."

The gold beams spun around you and the next thing you knew you were on the planet's surface near the smoking vessel. You team followed you in a tight single-file line as you led them over the rough rock features, stopping once you held up a fist at the door of the ship.

"Edison, help me for a sec," you motioned to the ensign behind you. You gave him instructions as you pulled out your phaser, setting it to high power and started cutting into the metal hull. About five minutes later, you both had outlined a small hole in the wall. You held out an arm to push your team back a bit before slamming your shoulder into the impression which led to surprised yells from your officers. The impact from ramming into the metal surface and then on the floor of the vessel hurt, leaving some ripped skin and a large bruise. You waved off the concern of the redshirts around you, standing up and clicking on a flashlight.

You gasped in surprise.

"[y/l/n] to Enterprise," you spoke quietly into your communicator.

"Yes, commander what is it?" he responded.

"Captain, this ship appears to be of Vulcan origin," you said, ghosting your fingers over the broken control panels. Distorted murmurs came from your communicator and you knew Jim was talking with Spock.

"[y/n], that's impossible," you heard Spock say. "All Vulcan science vessels were destroyed along with the planet."

"I am aware of that," you replied, attempting to read the Vulcan writing on the flickering screen. "But the language seems to be Vulcan, along with the advanced technology there seems to be-"

You were cut off by a small cry sounding from within the ship.

"Enterprise, stand by," you whispered, hearing the protests of the bridge crew before you shut your communicator and motioned for your team to stay where they were.

You crept down the hall, following the whimpers. You entered through a broken door, barely making it through before a small form tackled you to the ground. You gasped in surprise, but relaxed when you were met by a small Vulcan boy, no more than the age of seven, sobbing into your uniform.

"Shhh," you cooed, rubbing his back softly. "Its alright sweetie. You're okay."

When he stopped crying and started sniffling, you pushed him slightly off your chest.

"What's your name, honey?" you asked softly, pushing his rustled hair our of his puffy eyes.

"T'Kian," he whimpered, rubbing at his eyes.

"Okay, T'Kian," you kept rubbing his back, trying to get him to calm down. "I'm going to take you back to my ship and introduce you to my captain, okay?"

He clung to your neck, forcing you to hold him as you walked back towards your team. They gave you questioning looks, but none of them spoke as you led them back over the rocky terrain to the place you would beam out.

"[y/n] to Enterprise. Nine to beam up," you closed your communicator and set T'Kian down, allowing him to grip your hand tightly. Once you materialized back on the ship, Jim, Bones, and Spock were all waiting for you.

"Captain," you said, leading the small boy down the steps. "This is T'Kian."

Seconds after the small introduction a team of nurses had tried to take T'Kian away from you, but he immediately started bawling. His cries turned to shrieks and he was thrashing around in their arms, trying desperately to be back in yours.

That led you to the present time, precisely three am. You were rocking the small Vulcan on your couch, attempting to get him to sleep so you could rest as well. You weren't expecting him to attach to you so quickly and you weren't sure how to even care for a seven-year-old emotional Vulcan who didn't know how to behave for his age. 

As the hours turned into days and the days turned into weeks, you found yourself becoming fond of him too. The only problem was that you weren't sure you were raising him to his full Vulcan potential.

"Spock?" you called. He turned around, eyebrow raised in the incredibly annoyingly sexy way. "I need your help."

From then on, Spock was almost always by your side, teaching T'Kian about the Vulcan culture that was lost and even giving him the harsh news about his planet. You started teaching him basic knowledge of the universe, and when he was finally comfortable being without you for a few hours Spock put him through the same simulations he did as a child.

The captain was completely understanding, allowing you to take as much time as you needed to take care of the small Vulcan. About a month and a half after Spock started assisting you, he corned you in the hallway.

"[y/n]," he began. "After spending numerous hours with you and the child, I believe it would be an appropriate time to confess."

You stared at him, heat rising to your cheeks, afraid of what he was going to say.

Does he hate my guts? Does he never want to talk to me again? Am I THAT annoying that he-

"I believe I am in love with you, [y/n]," he finished and for the first time (you believed ever), he looked uncertain of his words.

You smiled, leaning forward and placing a quick kiss on his lips. "Good."

He stared at you in disbelief, before allowing a small grin to form on his lips.

"Since you're always in my quarters anyways... would you like to move in? I'm sure T'Kian wouldn't mind," you said shyly.

"That would seem wise," Spock mused, looking down at you tenderly.

You had never thought, let alone guessed, that Spock slept shirtless. Yet, here he was, standing before you with nothing on but sweatpants.

"Is this... unpreferable?" he asked you, a green tint glowing on his ears.

"N-no! It's fine," you added, embarrassed. You changed into your usual [favorite sleepwear], and slid into bed next to Spock. It was beyond nice, snuggling into his side and knowing you had a good night's rest ahead of you.

A few hours later, the door to your bedroom opened and the soft pitter-patter of bare feet echoed a little against the walls. You were wrapped tightly in Spock's arms, fast asleep until a small form wriggled itself between you both. Spock stirred slightly, yawning, and made room for T’Kian to wiggle in. Once he had made himself comfortable, Spock threw his arms loosely around your back. You rested your hand on his side, holding T'Kian in a firm embrace with the other. Before you drifted back into the darkness, you heard a whisper.

"G'night Mommy and Daddy."

Your eyes opened, meeting Spock's. Your faces were surprisingly close, despite the little Vulcan between you. A smile grew on his face, causing one to blossom on yours as well.

"Night, Pops," you yawned, shutting your eyes, a smile still gracing your lips. You felt him hum a laugh slightly. Before you drifted off a second time, Spock had captured your hand in a Vulcan kiss. Your face heated up, but you smiled wider nonetheless.

Waking up in Spock's arms was just as amazing as you thought it was going to be. Waking up in Spock's arms with T'Kian snuggled into your chest was even better.

T'Kian started having intense nightmares about the destruction of his planet and the death of his mother, causing him to come sniffling into your and Spock's room. When you woke up in the morning, Spock would take your hand in a Vulcan kiss since he was not comfortable kissing you in front of the newest member of your family.

On the few mornings he didn't have night terrors and slept soundly in his room, Spock woke you with a regular human kiss. You loved it when T'Kian snuck into your cozy covers, but some alone time with your boyfriend was always a blessing.

Frisky business was done in Spock's private quarters every so often since you didn't want the innocent boy to walk in on you.

Four years later, the five-year mission had come to an end. You and Spock had bought a small house in San Fransisco where you were able to raise T'Kian in a proper setting. You had enrolled him in a local school for Vulcans, where he found his newfound love for science just like Spock.

Throughout the year that you and your little family were on Earth, you and Spock got married and successfully adopted T'Kian. Spock was beyond thrilled to have a true son and spent endless hours telling him stories of his people.

Your parents even moved to San Fran, helping you take care of your new son and be the grandparents they always wanted to be.

You were so happy.

Until you got the call.

You were excited, to say the least, about the new mission you were going on. It was only three years this time, shorter than the last one, but still, a long time to be away from your family. You pleaded with the admiral to let you bring T'Kian along, but he refused, claiming it to be much too dangerous for an untrained, eleven-year-old Vulcan boy to be going on a deep space mission.

You knew you had to go. This was your dream job, you were needed, and you had to leave your son in your parent's capable arms. You contemplated staying, but you knew that Spock would try and stay with you and you couldn't let him do that. He was the first officer, and he was needed.

T'Kian took the news surprisingly well. He was practicing his control over his emotions, even though he held on to your neck and shed a few tears.

"I love you T.K," you murmured, using the little nickname you had for him. "I always will, and don't you forget it."

He nodded, wiping the tears out of his eyes. "I love you too, Mommy.”

You let Spock have a moment with him, carrying your bags onto the shuttle. 

Spock followed you in, allowing you to wave at your son and your parents one final time.

Spock let you cry on his shoulder for the whole shuttle ride. He tried to hide his own tears as well. You looked up at your husband, who returned your gaze, sympathy, hurt, and love pouring from his eyes.

Oh, how you loved your little-broken family.

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Our Little Broken Family (Spock x Fem!Reader)

Summary: [y/n] finds a small Vulcan boy in the wreckage of a Vulcan science vessel. Spock decides to help her take care of him.

Word Count: 2038 Posted: Tumblr, Wattpad Warnings: none that I know of :) Requested: On Wattpad

You sighed.

He’s so perfect.

“[y/n]!” Uhura snapped her fingers in front of your face. “Enterprise to [y/n].”

“Sorry,” you shook your head, lifting your chin off your hand.

“Girl, you are in too deep,” she smirked. “We’ve only been on this ship for a few days and you are already smitten. What’s up with you?”

“Oh, it goes way back,” you muttered, twirling the spoon in your tea. “Since the academy, really.”

“Oh man,” she leaned back, laughter lacing her words. “You really are hitting rock bottom, eh?”

“Yeah,” you let out another long sigh, returning your longing stare at the Vulcan across the room. “The bottom of the ocean.”

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