Safety (Sequel to 'Stranded') Spock x ReaderIn which I pretty much puke nonsense all over the page. Bit suggestive, but seeing as I all but killed the reader in the last one, I decided to try to take a bit more of a humorous approach this time, as well as test out a few other things. Read my journal for more info, if you like.
"...Doctor McCoy to bridge, please! Captain, are you okay?"
Kirk waved off Chekov's concern with one hand, letting the apple he had been munching on hit the floor with a thud as he continued to choke on his bite. Eventually the small piece of apple that had been inhaled was dislodged and he spat it out onto the floor before taking a relieving breath in. McCoy rushed into the room in full panic mode at that precise moment.
"Damn it, Jim, if it's not you getting torn up by aliens, it's you coking on your own damn spit. You know I do have actual patients I need to take care of," the ship's medical officer cursed bitterly, but he was actually glad that his friend appeared to be fine.
"If you are referri
Fascinating (Barely implied SpockxReader)“…Well, anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be arriving soon. I promise I’ll send another message after I’ve settled in. I’ll see you in a year or so. I love you, goodbye.”
You looked around cautiously to see if any of your fellow passengers had overheard the message you’d just recorded and sent to your (insert parent[s]/guardian[s]/other family member). Judging by everyone’s expressions, it didn’t look like anyone had, but you couldn’t be sure.
Vulcans were nearly impossible to read.
What in the world possessed me into applying for the study abroad program in Vulcan?
Of course, you hadn’t expected to actually be accepted.
When your favorite professor at your university had approached you and asked (practically begged) you to apply for the new exchange program in Vulcan because there were virtually no exchange students, you had assumed it was because no one (including you) would be dee
Stranded (Spock x Reader Insert)IMPORTANT: PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION THING AT BOTTOM BEFORE READING THIS. And yes, I know I skip around and change tenses. I'm working on it.
"F-f-field log: Lieutenant (LAST NAME) re-recording f-f-for-"
You broke off your sentence, figuring it was useless to even attempt to finish the sentence. Rubbing your hands together in a desperate attempt to create heat with friction, you tore your gaze away from the small fire you had managed to construct in order to glace over at your fellow Star Fleet member.
Well, if I had to be stranded on an alien planet during a blizzard, I couldn't pick anyone else I'd rather be stranded with.
At the thought, a rasp of a laugh escaped your throat, the foggy mist of your breath rising and mixing with the gray smoke of the fire. Your companion, who had silently been contemplating your situation for some time now, turned his attention to you.
[Ten Drabbles] Spock x ReaderThese different drabbles have absolutely no relation to each other. I’m also testing out different P.O.V.’s, so please bear with me. Translations are in description. And no, I didn’t have a certain Spock in mind. It’s just…one of them.
Don’t like, don’t read.
And please do point out mistakes.
Prompt : Valentine’s Day
The Vulcan regarded the female who sat smiling widely across from him, one eyebrow raised in his version of confusion.
“I am aware of the Terran tradition of celebrating Valentine’s Day.”
His response made your smile drop ever so slightly, and you leaned closer to him across the table while your previous chess game sat forgotten.
“And you know its tomorrow, right?” You asked, leaning ever closer. Spock watched his T'hy'la’s increasing closeness silently. Her close proximity distracted him for moment, but he replied with;
“I am aware.”
Spock x reader (Shi'Kahr)You sat up on the large bed, now knowing why Spock had placed multiple blankets on you. Vulcan was hot- so annoyingly so- but was very much a dessert. In the middle of the night, it would become too cold for you, and you wouldn't want to move at all to conserve heat.
Times like now, you quickly learnt, were close to perfect. When the sun had set and all the tiles on the ground were still warm from the heat. A cool breeze went through an opened window and you stood before it, taking in a deep breath of the air. You would have never before imagined yourself living any place than Earth. You had always been loyal to your home planet, but now something had changed that. Someone.
The half-Vulcan was steady in his sleep, hardly shifting unless he had a nightmare. Because of the mind meld he had done with you, you'd end up waking each time he had one. They weren't often, usually meditation always soothed his mind. So when he did toss and turn you'd hold him until he once more went into a peace
secrets. Spock x half Vulcan!reader"Captain, have you seen Spock anywhere?" You asked Kirk.
"No, I haven't." He said, preoccupied with his paperwork.
That's not like him. You thought to yourself. You went to the first place to look, his quarters. You knocked on his door. There was no response, but the door opened anyway. You saw Spock sitting cross-legged. He was trying to mediate. So you decided to sit in a chair to observe. His face was tight,a look of pain-almost. You decided not to interrupt, you paid the price for that last time. But now it was getting hard to not pull him out of his memories. His brain was in the past, you could sense that much. But his mind was pretty well blocked from your prodding. When a single tear ran down his face, you had enough. You got up out of the chair, quietly walked over, and sat down in front to him. You didn't say anything, but you put you hand on his cheek, and wiped the tear away with your thumb. Then you put your other hand on his head, trying to share his memories-his pains. H
Spock X Reader .:Bets:.
The bet was simple. Either you were right, or he was. Unfortunately, he was, and now you had to pay the price.
You and Captain Kirk had made a bet, that if Spock was clueless to figure out your feelings for him by the end of the week, he would win. If he did figure it out and consulted you about it, then you would win.
Bastard bet you a kiss. But not with him. With the pointy eared man himself. You grumbled and cursed at the captain as he laughed, your Vulcan friend clueless as always.
Kirk gave Spock the order to go down to SickBay to deliver a few reports to Bones. The Vulcan man nodded and stood to his feet, walking over to the lift to head to SickBay. The captain turned to you and smirked, mouthing the words, 'Go on.'
You groaned lightly to yourself and slowly stood up, making your way to the lift to stand with Spock. He was quiet, as usual, but something seemed a bit different. The tips of his ears were a slight green shade, barely noticeable. You were confused, "Hey Spo