Intro: So I just wanted a sleepy morning Spock fic and I haven’t written Spock in so long and I don’t feel like finding my tag list and its super short but sweet enjoy. Was planning on posting this during Spock Week of Trekfest but didn’t know what days were what and ended up missing it. Oh whale.
Pairing: Spock x reader
-Enjoy!-
The soft warm of your bed encompassed you as you woke, the heavy blanket of sleep still a comforting lull.
You rolled over, your shoulder brushing something solid. Draping your arm over the warm chest next to you, you curled into his side and lay your leg over his.
“Do not get too comfortable, I am leaving for my shift soon.” The words were mumbled into your hair, barely audible.
You tightened your grip on him and stuffed your face into his ribs, whining a soft “noooooooo”.
Spock placed his hand over yours and sighed through his nose into your hair.
You let yourself doze off, but woke again to his feet entwining with yours.
“I must go, asha.” Spock kissed your hair, before nuzzling into it.
“Noooooo...” you moaned, pulling yourself so you lay directly on top of him, head on his chest and toes touching.
Spock exhaled through his nose, his version of a laugh, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a tight squeeze before drawing lines down your back with his fingertips.
“You know, you’re not really doing a great job of making me want to let you go to work,” you mumbled into his collarbone.
He exhaled again, dropping his hands to the side of the bed.
You groaned in displeasure. “That didn’t mean stop.”
“I must go, Y/N,” Spock said, and he slowly tipped you off his chest so you were flat on your back on the bed.
Before you could protest he dropped himself on top of you, an elbow on either side of your head, full body pressed into yours. He kissed you, deeply, dragging his fingers through your hair as he took your breath away. He swiped his tongue once over yours before pulling back.
“I will see you in the evening, for dinner,” Spock said, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You were so dizzy with arousal and the heat of his body that you could only nod.
“Have a good day, ashayam,” he said, pressing a last kiss to your lips.
Within a second he was off you and into the bathroom.
“You too, my love,” you whispered towards the closed door, lovesick and happy and warm.
Intro: So this is for @outside-the-government‘s birthday challenge! Happy Birthday, love! Hope it’s a great one!
My prompt was: “What I really need right now is for you to tell me to get my shit together.”
Pairing: Bones x reader
Word Count: 1,463 (shortish and sweet)
Summary: When you found out Leonard was leaving to go travel around space, you weren’t exactly thrilled, but you took it in stride. But now that he is leaving next week, the tension starts to build and you really would rather not see him go. Will you let your guts spill even knowing that he is leaving in a week?
A/N: So I totally forgot about this challenge until yesterday (sorry Jules) and so I was hunting for ideas throughout the day. Now, I preface this with the fact that I am currently obsessed with the In The Heights soundtrack (Lin-Manuel Miranda’s first musical) and have been watching videos of it on youtube. My current favourite right now is “Champagne” and that’s where the idea for this fic comes from. If you click on the link below you can see that I followed the general outline of the song, and even used some of the same lines because I thought it was that good. But I didn’t think Leonard was much of a champagne drinker so that’s why this one is called “Whiskey”.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJhAtR5-KAs
If you’re confused why I used the line: “How do I get this black shit off?” - watch the video, you’ll see why.
ALSO: I don’t know if half of the dialogue makes sense so excuse any mistakes or weird exchanges. I’m really tired.
-Enjoy!-
The paper bag in your hand crinkled as you made your way across the clinic, spotting Leonard across the busy room in his scrubs and white lab coat. He looked up as you approached, giving you a small smile as he finished up talking with a nurse and turned to you.
“Y/N? What brings you to my neck of the woods? I thought hospitals freaked you out.”
You tipped your head, “They do, but I bought us a little present to share tonight for getting through our exams and thought I’d surprise you with a ride home.”
He hissed through his teeth before pursing his lips, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I still have patients to see, it’s going to be at least a couple of hours...”
“You’re usually done your day by now...” You looked at your watch.
“I know, but it’s been hell in here today, I just have to finish up a few things.”
“Can’t you get someone else to do it? You’ve worked nearly every day this week. You deserve a break.” You chastised, but your heart dropped when he shook his head.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. I understand.” You suddenly felt the urge to cry as you stared into his oh-so-familiar hazel eyes and you started to back away, “I’ll see you back at my place later? We can celebrate then.”
“Y/N, wait. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He took a couple steps to follow you in your retreat.
You backed into the edge of a wheelchair that was parked along the wall and banged your elbow, but you waved off Leonard’s concerned posture, “Nah, I’m fine.” You gulped thickly, your voice wavering, “It’s fine, just ignore me...”
“I’m not going to ignore you. What’s wrong?” His brows furrowed over the intense set to his gaze, but when there was a sudden cry across the clinic, his eyes flicked around the room before settling back on you.
“It’s nothing, you’re busy.”
“C’mon.” Leonard huffed and suddenly you were being dragged down corridors until you reached his office and he lead you inside.
When he closed the door he spun on you, not angry, but he seemed annoyed and it made you want to punch him.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” He insisted, setting down his PADD and crossing his arms.
You set the paper bag down on his desk and pulled out the bottle inside, “I got us a bottle of whiskey for tonight, your favourite.”
Leonard’s eyes widened and he stepped forward, taking the bottle from your hands, “This... this is... where did you get it from?”
“This guy on 62nd Street had it. It may have been illegally imported, but it wasn’t a half-bad price.” You shrugged.
“You couldn’t have got this just for the end of the semester, what’s the big occasion?” He asked as he started to work on the dark plastic wrapping around the neck of the bottle.
You toed a the ground, “Well, like I said, we just finished exams, and you’ve worked so hard lately and...” You felt a lump grow in your throat, “You’re leaving next week.”
Leonard lowered the bottle, his fingers still working at the plastic, “Is this about me going to work on the Enterprise?”
Ignoring his question, you glanced at his fingers struggling with the plastic, “Do you need help with that?”
“How do you get this black shit off?” He mumbled, tearing at it harder.
You stepped closer to him, reaching into the pocket of his lab coat and pulling out a pair of scissors, handing them to him. The sudden close proximity to him was dizzying so you stepped back and wrung your hands in front of you.
After unwrapping the bottle, he inspected it before setting it down on the desk.
“Thanks for the whiskey, darlin’, maybe we can share it later-”
“Don’t leave.”
He tilted his head, “What?”
“Sorry, ignore me, I didn’t say anything.” You blurted, your hands shaking so you tucked them into your armpits.
“No, you did, and I’m not going to ignore you. If this is about the Enterprise, may I remind you that you’re leaving too?”
“There is no ‘this’, Leonard, I’m fine.” You drew your fingers through the hair at the side of your head, unable to keep them still any longer, “And I am just being transferred one city over, not all the way up into god-damned space!”
“I don’t understand. You said this was to celebrate. You said you were happy that I got the job.”
It was impossible to meet his eyes, “I was. But now? To see you go? I really.. I don’t... I’m gonna miss you, is all.” You tried to keep all the words that you wanted to say inside.
“I’m going to miss you too, but we agreed to message and video chat.” He stepped closer, “And it’s not like I’m going to be gone forever.”
“It might as well be, because you’re going to go up there and make all these new friends and save all these lives and forget about little ol’ me.”
“What are you talking about? I won’t forget about you.”
“Sure you won’t.” You huffed, trying to hide your impending tears behind your indignance.
His hands landed on his thighs with a clap, “Why are you being like this? What do you want me to do? What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know.” You grumbled.
He sighed, “Help me out here. I’m not letting you leave until you talk to me.”
“God, Leonard! Just let it go. I’m all over the place right now.” You wiped furiously at a tear that snuck down your cheek, “What I need right now is for you to tell me to get my shit together.” You let out a watery laugh.
“Just tell me what’s bothering you, I can help.” He insisted, and a look of hurt flashed across his features.
“You don’t have to help everyone, Len.” You snapped, perching on the edge of the desk.
“What are you trying to say?”
“You try to help everyone but you can’t, you can’t if you’re just going to desert them.” Your fingers curled around the edge of the desk as he stepped closer.
“What are you trying to say?” He repeated.
You pushed off from the desk, your arms flailing wildly as you spoke, “You can’t just barge into someone’s life with those big hazel eyes and that god-damned lion heart of yours only to leave.”
Leonard extended his fingers before curling them into tight fists, “I don’t know why you’re mad at me.”
A breath desperately escaped you and you pushed away the impending tears in your eyes as you looked up at him.
“I wish I was mad.” You pushed off the desk to stalk towards the door but he blocked your path with outstretched hands.
You huffed and started to turn away from him, but something stopped you. The brief look in his eye that you caught. The confusion and annoyance, but there was something else there as well. And god help you if it didn’t make your heart swell.
All of your desire for him built up at that moment and nearly blinded you as you turned sharply to face him, tears perched on your lids. He looked down at you with worry and concern, one of his arms absently reaching for you. You looked down at it for a moment before stepping into him, placing a hand on either side of his jaw and crashing your lips to his.
Leonard's hands quickly found your waist, curling his fingers into the fabric of your uniform, and you sighed into his mouth as you kissed him harder. But it was when he stroked a hand through your hair that your brain finally snapped back into your skull.
You pushed away from him, suddenly wanting his hands off you just as desperately as you had wanted them on you. His features now held a desperate vulnerability, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Your mouth opened and closed with unsaid words and un-explainable feelings.
"I'm just too late." You whispered, pushing past him finally and stalking out the door, wondering if this was the last time you would ever see the man you loved.
-Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!-
((OMG this is the shortest thing I’ve written in a while and I’m scrolling up and down and so amused by how short it is haha))
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Intro: So this is my entry for the @yourtropegirl birthday challenge! HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY YAY! This was fun to write and took me a while to straighten out, but I think it came out well!
This was based on the song: Hard to Love by Lee Brice
I wrote it so the lyrics (in italics and indented) are what Jim is thinking.
Pairing: Kirk x Reader
Word Count: 1,991
Summary: So basically this was 4,000 words before I decided that the first part wasn’t related to the song that much and I loved the second part better.
So basically the preface for this is that the night before this happened Jim and the reader went to a gala and Jim got really drunk and stupid and the reader stormed off back to the room. So that is what Jim is apologizing for and what the reader is mad about.
- Enjoy! -
You woke up to the smell of bacon. You rolled over and stretched, relishing in the warmth of the blanket surrounding you and reached for Jim. You were met by an empty side of the bed and a dark realization of what had happened last night. Tears of frustration and anger pressed at your eyes at the memory. But you still smelled bacon.
You rolled out of bed, tucking your unruly locks behind your ears and walked towards the smell, and sound, of sizzling bacon.
Passing through the living room, you saw the couch had a blanket scrunched in the corner and a pillow thrown on the other side. You were beginning to put a picture together and it all made sense when you saw a half-naked Jim in the kitchen, poking at a pan on the stove with a spatula. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and you cursed yourself when you felt a shiver of longing curl over your body.
"Mornin'." You almost whispered, and weren't sure that he heard you until his head snapped up from staring at the pan to look you in the eyes, taking in his t-shirt on you and your crazy sleep-styled hair.
"Morning." He breathed, as if he was relieved that you had not screamed at him or punched him in the gut yet.
Those blue eyes, damnit. They got you every single time. He looked extremely apologetic as you took slow, tentative steps towards him, your bare feet tapping gently on the tiled floor.
"I'm sorry." Jim said, and his eyebrows scrunched together in the middle and you wanted to smooth out the wrinkles with your fingertips.
"I know, and I am not ready to forgive you yet, but I just want to kiss you because I left on really bad terms last night and you look too damn cute right now." You frowned and leaned up on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to Jim's lips, his soft lips caressing yours sweetly as you leaned into him.
You almost got lost in the kiss but you pulled back, looking up into Jim's solemn face and you pursed your lips. You walked around to the other side of the kitchen counter and sat on one of the stools resting your arms on the cool surface of the marble counter top.
You watched as Jim had an internal battle with himself as he moved the bacon around the pan half-heartedly.
I am insensitive, I have a tendency
To pay more attention to the things that I need.
"What are you thinking, Jim?" You asked softly, and you willed the tears pressing at your eyes to go away.
Sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust,
Sometimes I don't know why you stay with me.
"I'm thinking I'm an idiot, that's what." Jim stated, still not meeting your eyes.
You didn't know what to say to that. You were used to screaming matches between you and Jim when you fought but not this. Not this silent tension. It was deafening.
"Why do you put up with me?" Jim asked weakly, dumping the now-cooked bacon onto a plate, and you noticed his hands were shaking.
I'm hard to love, hard to love,
No, I don't make it easy,
I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood.
You gulped and stared at him, you had never seen him this vulnerable. He braced his hands on the counter-top and stared open-mouthed at the floor.
"Jim, I don't understand..." You began but he cut you off, his eyes not leaving the floor.
"How I treated you last night.... I know you don't like those kinds of things... I should have never drank that much." Jim hung his head in shame, his voice breaking.
"No you shouldn't have." You replied.
"I must be hard to love." Jim half-asked and he let out a sigh of laughter.
"Well you sure don't make it easy." You joked quietly back and finally his eye flicked up to yours. It nearly destroyed you.
I'm hard to love, hard to love,
You say that you need me,
I don't deserve it but I love that you love me, good.
"Then why stay with me? You deserve someone who is a million times better than me." Jim admitted and he sounded like he was going to cry, as he ran a hand down his face.
"Because I need you." You responded instantly and that froze his gaze to yours.
I am a short fuse, I am a wrecking ball
Crashing into your heart like I do.
"How could you need a disaster like me? All I do is hurt you."
You regarded him for a few moments before responding, "Yeah, but you are like.... the sun." Jim snapped his gaze to yours, giving you a questioning look.
"Like..." You began to explain, "you can cause sunburns and boy can those hurt, but I also need you to live, you know?"
Jim let out of huff of surprised laughter and looked incredulous as his mouth twisting into a small smile, "So... I'm the sun?"
You considered it for a moment before pursing your lips and nodding, "Yep. The sun."
You're like a Sunday morning, full of grace and full of Jesus
I wish that I could be more like you.
Jim chuckled now and the sound was like music to your ears.
"Well if I’m the sun, you’re the stars."
"And why's that?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Because with you in the sky, the sun knows that it's safe to set, knowing the constellations are there to make the night sky a little more bearable."
You melted at his words, letting them sink in and surround you with their warmth and sincerity as you fell into a warm silence, the cold counter-top still creating distance between you and Jim.
Hard to love, hard to love,
Oh, I don't make it easy
And I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood.
"What's the matter, babe?" Jim asked, his face suddenly flooded with concern.
You hadn't realized you had started to cry until a tear slid off your chin and landed on your forearm.
"I am still so mad at you." You sniffled, your voice gulpy and weak as you tried to speak around the lump that had formed in your throat.
"I know." Jim dropped his gaze again, "I know I would be furious if our positions were swapped. Actually, if I were you, I wouldn't even be here, I would have dumped my sorry ass a long time ago."
That made you snort in laughter despite the rivulets of tears running down your face.
I'm hard to love, hard to love
And you say that you need me,
I don't deserve it but I love that you love me, good,
You love me, good.
"And I would have moved on and married a rich Starfleet official named Steve who has lots of money and a stable job..." Jim rambled, trying to cheer you up but you held up a hand to stop him.
You began to tremble violently and Jim watched in helplessness for a moment before rounding the counter and making his way over to you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and you pressed your face into his chest, sobbing into his skin. He tucked his head next to yours, his lips hovering close to your ears so you could feel his breath on your neck. One of his hands was on the back of your head, the other was pressed between your shoulder blades. Jim softly whispered apologies into your ear as an attempt to soothe you and you leaned into him heavily.
When you felt yourself gain control you pulled back from Jim and he moved to sit on the stool next to yours, close enough that his hand could still rest on your elbow and your knees brushed against each other.
Girl, you've given me a million second chances
"I'm so sorry, Y/N." Jim apologized, tracing circles into the flesh of your elbow and using his other hand to wipe tears and stray strands of hair out of your face.
You sat there, feeling a lot better after you had cried, and wiped at the tears that plastered your face. Letting a deep breath out you looked up at Jim and gave him a weak smile.
"What can I ever do to make it up to you?" Jim asked, dropping both his hands to rest on your knees.
"I'm sure we can figure something out." You teased and smirked up at him, moving your hand to rest it on top of his.
He thumbed the skin on your knees, "So you're giving me another chance?" Jim gulped and looked down, "I hardly deserve it. I'm just an idiot in charge of a ship who keeps messing up."
"You're just figuring that out now? Bones has been saying that for years." You teased, hoping to make him smile.
When he didn't, you brought one of your hands up up to stroke the side of his head, running your fingers through the short hair just above his ear.
"Tell me why. Why do you keep taking me back?" He asked, suddenly serious.
And I don't ever wanna take you for granted,
I'm just a man, I'm just a man
"You're my sun. I need you." You responded simply.
And that was the truth, you realized as you regarded him, wondering how you got so lucky as to be with Jim. Sure, it hurt like hell sometimes, but when it was good, it was the happiest you had ever been. He looked up at you now, his blue eyes sparkling, and the corners of his mouth tipping up.
I'm hard to love, hard to love
And you say that you need me,
"I love you, Y/N. Sometimes I can't even comprehend how lucky I am to have you." Jim now pulled at your waist so you moved to stand in front of him, his thighs on either side of yours, his hands on your hips, yours on his shoulders.
"Funny," You smiled and smoothed both your hands through his hair and pulling his face closer to yours, "I was thinking the same thing."
You brought your lips to his gently, just a brush of skin, as if a feather had landed there. Abruptly he tugged you to him and his mouth fell onto yours, your lips parting and deepening the kiss. It was passionate and leisurely, and you could feel his apology and emotion in every move of his lips on yours. You smiled against his mouth and pressed your chest flush to his seconds before his hands scooped under your knees and pulled you to balance on his lap. You almost slid off the first time and you broke the kiss, laughing along with Jim. He scooted you back up on his lap and finally you stayed put, your hips pressing into his.
You smiled up at him, stroking the hair at the back of his neck, your other hand wrapped around his back to keep yourself against him.
"You want some breakfast?" He asked, ending his sentence with a quick kiss.
"Mhmmm... All this talking made me hungry." You responded and let out a little gasp when he suddenly stood, now carrying you, your legs wrapped around his torso.
His forehead pressed against yours, his eye suddenly looking very mischievous, "Then lets stop talking."
As he took off walking in the direction of the bedroom with you in his arms, you couldn’t help but smile.
You knew that he was probably going to hurt you and make you mad again, but you decided that in order to love the sun, you had to get a little burnt.
I don't deserve it but I love that you love me, good,
You love me, good.
-Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! Happy Birthday again @yourtropegirl. Have a lovely evening! -
