It’s honestly really depressing that for a lot of the old Star Trek series, you end up like the idea/concept of many woman characters MORE than the actual portrayal of them, just because of how badly they were written. I’ve might’ve read some real good fanfics with them or headcanons about them even though the in show version of them are constantly being given weak/no storylines, or sidelined for the men’s storylines, or even just getting absolutely no proper, stable character or personality throughout the entire show…
Yes I love Tasha, yes I love Deanna, yes I love Kes, but their actual characters in show are kinda sad to watch just because of how much potential was wasted :(
You ever step foot into a new fandom or part of a fandom and are immediately greeted with a ship and you think “yeah, I should have expected a LOT of that”.
That’s what just happened with me, Star Trek: Enterprise, and Shrancher
A/N: Hello! This is a request for the ever lovely @gardenofstories whom I must apologise to for it being a little late! I hope you enjoy it and it was what you wanted! Thank you for the request :) x
Life at the Academy did not disappoint. Over the years you'd been in attendance at Starfleet Academy, you'd experienced so much that you wouldn't have ever had the chance to otherwise, and had made some friendships that you knew were going to last a lifetime. One such friendship, that had morphed itself into a relationship was with Trip Tucker.
Trip was obnoxiously loud and big headed, and the two of you clashed 24/7 over absolutely everything. No matter where you were, no matter what the subject was, you both were a recipe for disaster when put in each other's general vicinity. You hated how big his ego was, he hated how you always tried to best him. Eventually, the two of you had worked through it and come to realise you were very similar, and liked each other a lot. Your friends were in shock, baffled even, when they saw the two of you eating and laughing together for the first time. From then on, the rest was history. And here you were, 2 weeks from the end of your tenure at the Academy as the antithesis of your first day.
Finals week for the Academy were upon your year group, and the stress levels on campus were through the roof. Trip and yourself were together all the time, studying with each other, eating with each other and supporting each other when one of you started to give up.
"Come on, Y/N, you can't stop here, you've worked years for this!" He semi-shouted at you as your forehead hit the table for the fourth time that day. You lifted your head enough to shoot him a look that said 'I can go no further.' Trip wasn't having any of it.
"You are smart. You are so good at what you do and you are going to ace these exams. You've studied this enough, hell, you probably know the whole textbook back to front. Stop stressing over it, you'll be fine."
You stood, for whatever reason angry at his calm demeanour over it, and picked your books up, walking away without a single word. With your actions, you made it clear you were annoyed. Trip looked on after you, wondering what he said that was wrong. He decided to leave you be for now, getting back to his own textbook.
It was 4 hours since you last saw Trip, your previous angry mood had gone, you were instead feeling guilty and sorry for acting the way you did with him, knowing he was only trying to help. You were still sat at your desk studying away when your door rang. Standing to answer it, you discovered your legs were aching because you'd been sat for so long. Opening the door, you were met with a face you were all to glad to see.
"Trip, I-" Your words were cut short as he pulled you into a hug, stroking your hair as he did so. Responding by wrapping your arms around his torso, you sighed, in both relief and content. He pulled back a little, still having you in his arms and looked down at you.
"I thought you were mad at me for before, I- I'm sorry, I don't know why I acted like that, these finals have my stress levels through the roof." He laughed airily, kissing the top of your head.
"Don't worry about it, darlin', I understand. You're going to be fine, like I said. You're intelligent and hell, you've never missed a single class in your life. If anyone comes out of there with top marks, I'd put money on that bein' you."
His words made you smile; Trip always was your biggest fan. He'd been there for you through every good time, every bad time, and every stressful time. Trip could be dumb, sure, but his words held such a weight and meaning when he really wanted them to. He was the perfect balance of smart and dumb, and how you'd managed to befriend him mystified you.
Trip felt the same of course, he had no idea how someone as smart and level headed as yourself could possibly put up with his chaotic nature. He was beyond grateful, your existence in his life meant that he always had someone to turn to, whatever the problem or situation was. The two of you complimented each other perfectly, like yin and yang.
"Let's go sit down, relax a little. We could carry on with that show you always watch if you'd like?" Ever thoughtful, was Trip. He always knew what you needed and when; he was the perfect boyfriend to you.
"Thank you, Trip. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I'm not that brilliant, y'know" he smirked, knowing when he didn't accept compliments it made you mad. "I'd say my lovely human here is far superior." He shot you a wink, and you hit his arm.
"I'm serious!"
"No, you're Y/N..." he mocked confusion, and fake screamed. "Who have you been all this time?!"
By now you were laughing with him, all the looming pressure of finals gone, thankful you had Trip to take your mind off it all. You didn't like to admit it, nor would you ever admit it aloud to him, but you did need to chill out, and his humour was helping beyond measure.
"Be thankful I love you, Trip..." you trailed off with a laugh, as he pulled you to him and kissed you.
"Ain't nothing else I'm more thankful for."
He was an idiot, but you'd be damned if he wasn't your idiot.
