first officer spock

From “The Menagerie, Part II”:

KIRK: That’s Vina again, as the green Orion slave girl?
MENDEZ: They’re like animals, vicious, seductive. They say no human male can resist them.

Really? Let’s test that theory.

Okay, he’s definitely interested.

He’s REALLY into it.

Oh yeah, they like it a lot. Oh, but what’s this?

Jim seems rather bored. Hot Orion girl dancing for you and you’d rather stare at your first officer? Fascinating…

I feel like the entire Spirk fandom is that one friend when you see two people together and you’re always trying to set them up on dates and get them to kiss and can read all the signs and just, know that a certain Captain loves a certain Vulcan. In other words we are all Bones.

I need more worried Spock. I need more Spock fussing over Jim like a mom. Spock flat out refusing to allow Jim to go on certain landing missions because it’s dangerous and Jim can pull rank all damn day he’s keeping his precious, illogical ass on this ship if it’s the last thing Spock does. I need more Spock obsessively checking Jim’s lifesign when nobody’s looking when he does go down on missions without his first officer there, and Spock having internal freak outs when Jim’s kidnapped or has a weapon pointed at him. Spock standing over Jim’s biobed after a nasty procedure, or Spock taking care of a paper cut, and Spock frantically calling for Jim when a situation turns sour. I need it so bad because THATS the type of stuff that makes Spock really show his true colors and come face to face with suppressed emotion on Star Trek TOS, and people rarely add it to their art or fiction and that’s a shame, because it’s perfect.

He Overheard

Originally posted by deeepsleep

Prompt: “could you please do a Bones/Reader where it’s like, one night you drunkenly confessed to Jim that you have a sort of ‘doctor kink’ (or he finds out somehow about it) so whenever Bones is near you, Jim is all smirk-y and giggly, but Bones just usually passes it off 'cause it’s just Jim, but eventually Jim can’t hold his tongue and he tells Bones and he gets all blushy 'cause he likes you, so Jim cooks up a plan for you two to get together? haha sorry it’s long but I looove your writing so much xx”

Pairing: Bones x reader

Warnings: language

Words: 2096

A/N: Sorry this is a little late, y’all. Moving has been really stressful and it’s eaten a lot of my time lately. Thank God for my tireless Beta, who puts up with me incessantly asking questions and sending her things late, as well as yelling at me when things aren’t quite up to par. <3  

Ladies night. It had taken so long to actually get everyone together, but finally, you and Uhura had managed to wrangle a few other women from the bridge, the medbay, and engineering to have a night of fun when the ship was docked. Christine Chapel from down in medbay had gone on a supply run, while you and Uhura prepared your living space for several more occupants than it should have. You’d decided that keeping it on ship would be easier, as you’d have fewer unwelcome guests at your shindig.

“That should just about do it!” Uhura says, tossing another pillow in the corner to complete the last seat around your low table.

“Finally, now we just need Christine to get back with the…” You’re cut off by the door opening, and Christine appears in the doorway, arms full of bottles.

“A little help?” She gestures her head towards one of the bottles that’s about to fall. You rush to her, snagging it before it can drop and you take a few other bottles out of her arms. Grinning, you set the bottles and glasses up, chatting with Christine and Uhura until the other women arrive.

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anonymous asked:

any cute mcspirk headcanons about bones overworking himself? two space husbands come to the rescue?

  • Bones is exhausted when he comes home from a double shift in med bay. Understandably so, of course, but Jim feels sorry nonetheless. “Sit down,” he orders his boyfriend, pulling the other against his chest when they’re on the couch, and he presses his hands on Bones’ shoulders for a well deserved massage. Bones nods off to sleep almost instantly. 
  • Spock finds Bones sitting at his desk. He’s going through that old fashioned paperwork. Probably decided to do some late night reading, but he’s fallen asleep at his desk. Briefly, Spock considers waking him. Instead, though, he finds a spare blanket in the bedroom, and he gently puts it around the doctor’s shoulders.
  • “Why don’t you take the weekend off?” Jim suggests quietly. Bones shakes his head. “James, we are three men down in the med bay right now. Chapel has been sick, like a lot of the crew, and M'Benga has been on personal leave for at least another month.” “Okay,” Jim says, “we can get some cadets to shadow you,” Jim suggests. Bones is lying on the couch, his own arm thrown over his eyes to fight the already dim light in Jim’s quarters. “I don’t want no damn untrained cadets messing around with my patients nor my medical files,” Bones complains, and Jim sits down next to him. “You can’t do all that work by yourself,” he says, and Bones simply shrugs. “Someone’s gotta do the work on this mess of a ship.”
  • “Doctor McCoy,” Spock says when he enters Bones’ office. “What can I do for you, Legolas?” Bones asks, without looking up at the other. Spock frowns at that remark, raising his eyebrow curiously. Maybe a little offended, too. “I have a few symptoms I would like you to take a look at,” Spock finally says. That makes Bones look up almost instantly. “What’s the matter?” He asks, standing up to instead let Spock sit down on his chair. “I don’t think it’s very severe,” Spock says. “I’ll be the judge of that, darlin’,” Bones says, “now tell me what’s wrong.” Spock explains his symptoms, and Bones listens quietly. Fatigue, forgetfulness, being asleep without really resting, “-and a distinct lack of appetite in both food and sexual activity.” “You’ve never had an appetite in food,” Bones says, “and I’ve not noticed anything regarding the latter.” “Can you just give me your diagnosis, Leonard?” “Sounds like you’re close to a burnout,” Bones says, “you should consider taking a medical leave before your symptoms progress.” “Hm,” Spock replies simply. “I’m serious, Spock,” Bones says, “if these are the things you’re struggling with, then I’ll schedule you off duty for the next few weeks. You’ve been working hard enough as it is.” “I wasn’t referring to my own symptoms,” Spock says, “I was referring to yours. I find your diagnosis to be accurate.” “No,” Bones says, “get out of my office, I have work to do.“ 
  • “Well, what do we do?” Jim asks. They’re both in bed, but Bones is still at work. It’s not something either of them agree with, but they are quite understaffed after their last attack. Especially med bay suffered there, and Bones feels the consequences of that daily. Jim and Spock suffer, too, but not to the same degree. “He doesn’t want any assistance from the cadets,” Spock says, and Jim nods. “I know.” He rolls over on his side, fingers gently brushing over Spock’s cheek. “What should we do?” Spock turns, too, and Jim’s pretty sure the other leans in for a kiss, but instead, Spock reaches out for the PADD on his nightstand instead. Jim’s a little bummed out at that, but he doesn’t say anything, instead he watches Spock quietly. “What’s up?” Jim asks. “Bones doesn’t allow cadets to assist him on his shifts,” Spock says, and Jim nods. “I know, what about it?” “What do you suggest about a captain and a first officer assisting him?” Spock suggests, and Jim sits up straight. “Let’s do it.”
  • Bones doesn’t agree, of course he doesn’t. But Jim and Spock ignore that much, and instead help Bones wrap up his work sooner. Bones passes out shortly after they arrive back to the quarters, and Jim purposely shuts off his morning alarm to let the other sleep in. Sulu takes over command on the bridge while Jim and Spock tend to the wounded the best they can. Some of that medical equipment doesn’t require a lot of careful work, other things require a bit more research. Really, Jim patches people up with bandaids and bandages more than actual equipment. Spock does his research, asks medical cadets for help anyway. They can’t really do any of the complicated treatments, or advice anyone of medication, but the least they can do is clean up the archives, document everything, and prepare the patients for Bones to look at. If anything, it saves Bones a couple hours of daylight where he can rest with the two of them.
  • Gradually, Bones starts feeling better. Less exhausted, taking more time to bicker with Jim and Spock about their varying opinions. Chapel comes back, and they divide shifts. Bones is permanently tired, that is nothing new, but at least he’s able to get his rest back. He starts drinking again in Jim’s company, and that’s a good start. Even better, though, is when M'Benga returns, too. Bones is truly his old self when Jim finds himself in bed at night, Bones’ hand sneaking around his waist and warm lips kiss his neck. “What is this?” Jim asks, though he’s more than happy to accept. Jim leans in for a kiss, but instead, Bones leans away. Lame. Though, watching Bones lean over Jim to instead kiss Spock, that isn’t such a bad sight. “You’re your old self again, huh?” Jim asks, smiling when the other finally kisses him, too. Bones simply shrugs. “I have some energy to spare.”

my favorite part of the “are you giving me attitude, spock” scene is that i imagine the starfleet brass was like “kirk has spock as first officer? good, maybe spock will rub off on him” and their simultaneous and dawning horror that the exact opposite has happened

Have some Science Officer Kirk AU with a baby Vulcan. His name is Saros (or s'arev-os in Vulcan) meaning “from the old desert wind”. He doesn’t have any other family and was adopted by Captain Spock partially to get the elders and father off his back on getting a bondmate when he has Jim instead. Jim really bonds with the boy, and Saros curls up against his side when he’s reading reports his scientists give him. Saros has lots of nightmares, and Jim is the one to comfort and sooth him, telling him that even Spock has nightmares about Vulcan’s destruction.

Saros tries to not show any emotion, but everyone knows he thinks the world of Jim and not only because of his logical love of sciences. He looks up to and wants to impress Captain Spock, the Vulcan who took him in when he had no one.

TOS Fic: The Things We Don’t Say

Originally posted by startrekdaily

This is my contribution to @outside-the-government‘s Write Away the Winter Blues fic challenge. 

Prompt: “I cannot be held accountable for the things I said under the influence of those painkillers.” 

TOS ‘verse, Spock POV. Takes place sometime near the end of season two. Knowledge of 2.04 - Mirror, Mirror, and 2.18 - The Immunity Syndrome recommended but not required.

No real warnings - this is pretty mild, for me. Just some major science fudging.

Sometimes, you really surprise yourself. 

Notes at the bottom, as always. 

“This is all your fault,” Leonard hisses. He glares up at Spock from his spot on the stone floor. “If you hadn’t gone sneaking around the back –“

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Happy Holidays, everyone! I drew this picture of Spock for a dear friend, but since it’s Christmas Day, I thought I’d put it up online for everyone else to see. I actually kind of like the idea of Spock being from a Jewish background so I tried to keep this picture more of a general holiday-theme rather than a Christmas theme (yes, I know the pine tree sweater is kind of Christmas-ish but it was easier to draw than my original idea). It’s whatever people prefer, i guess. :)

Anyway, it’s Spock’s first experience seeing snow and he’s pretty fascinated by it all. <3

Note: I don’t actually know that much about Star Trek as I only recently started watching it, and have been watching more of TNG than TOS, so I apologize for anything I might of gotten wrong.


Soda Pop Bubbly

Besides Shiro Keith had never really had friends. Had never really tried. His early years had been spent living in the middle of nowhere West Texas being homeschooled by his father. There had been no other kids around. There hadn’t been a lot of other people around period. There had been the waitress at the dinner they went to so his father could watch the news, and the grown sons of the owner of the ranch his father had worked on. The waitress had been nice. She had given him free slices of pie regularly. The rancher’s sons had been dumb, mean, or both. His father had been a conspiracy theorist and an incredibly paranoid one at that, so they hadn’t had Wi-Fi,  smart phones, computers, or a television because his father hadn’t wanted to make it easy for the government to spy on them.

After his father…went away when he was nine Keith had been shipped off to a foster home already filled with six other kids and located in the city of Lubbock. The city had been like another world, and the other kids just as alien. He hadn’t known about Transformers, Batman, or any of the other things they talked about, and they hadn’t known about the Barney and Betty Hill abduction, the Roswell crash, or anything else of importance.

His father had once told him that the majority of humanity were blind men who believed they saw all. He had learned in that first foster home just how true those words were. He also learned just how cruel kids could be. After that first home he didn’t bother with the other kids. With anyone really. They all had their heads in the dirt while he was gazing at the stars.

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