A Little Out of Place
Intro: So I got the Spock feels the other day (thanks to @storiesfromstarfleet) and so I spit out this little baby fic because I was feeling kinda down and wanted some Spock fluff and cuddles.
Pairing: Spock x reader
Word Count: 1168
Summary: Reader is having a weird/anxious-y kinda day and Spock is there for cuddles. Fluff. That is all.
You heard your name from across the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to respond to the familiar voice.
“Are you still in bed? We need to leave soon.”
You curled yourself tighter in the blankets and whimpered softly in to the pillow.
“I don’t think I can go, Spock.” You croaked from your fetal position on the bed, unsure if he could even hear you.
Soft, even footfalls sounded on the thin carpet as Spock rounded the bed, and soon his dark, tall form appeared in your view. You barely looked up at him as you drew the blankets tighter around your chin.
“Do you feel ill?” Spock asked, his voice soft with concern.
You shook your head, messing up your hair as it rubbed against the pillow.
“Then what is the matter?”
The question almost brought tears to your eyes and you managed a shrug, staring only at the space between his kneecaps.
“Ashayam, you must tell me what is wrong or I cannot help you.” Spock squatted down in front of you now, his eyes becoming level with yours, a look of worry lining his features.
“I don’t think I can go today.” You mumbled, your heart clenching and unclenching inside your chest, making it hard to breathe.
“You must come, Y/N, it is a very important event.” Spock stated.
Guilty tears began to roll down your cheeks, hot and thick, at the thought of disappointing Spock, and at your sudden change in emotion Spock’s features changed from worry to deep concern and alarm.