Hey everyone!!! I’ve finally made a masterlist for all of my work! I’ve been wanting to make one of these for awhile now and i’m so happy to be doing it now (even though I’m doing this on my phone lol) I’ve been away on vacation again this past week so i’m so sorry for the lack of fics out!! Hopefully you all can revisit some old work while you wait? Idk lol. I will be keeping this updated :)
“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
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.
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.
