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Situation/Scenario: Reader is trapped on a shuttle that is
about to fail/explode/fall out of the sky (I don’t know how to word that) And
the crew is struggling to get her back on board. She is beamed out at the last
second. Jim has already convinced himself she is going to die, she doesn’t, he
proves how much he needs her.
Warnings: Almost death, Angsty, smut, romance, unprotected
sex, AN UNEDITED HOT MESS
Author’s note: Sooo, I have not written smut since I had a
kpop smut page. I apologize in advance, my skills are ruuustty.
“Y/L/N to enterprise!” You yelled into your communicator. “I
don’t think the shuttle is going to make it!” You yell as you try to pilot the
damn thing closer to the enterprise. The ship had stopped at a class m planet
to assist in delivering medical supplies to a research team. Everything had
gone well, till it was time to return to the enterprise. The team on the planet
had their pick of some supplies, and you had the remaining on the shuttle with
you. You were supposed to have another crew member go down with you, but you
had done this very trip to this team a few times before and didn’t feel you
Uhura: Transporters locked in, sir. Kirk: Activate beams. Sulu: Whatever it was, Captain, it just burned up in the atmosphere. Uhura: Captain, transporter room just beamed up five persons, alive and well.
In my wildest dreams I never thought that I would watch myself play Uhura with Nichelle Nichols!!! My heart is so abundantly happy forever. If you want to watch the video its, “Now You Have The Bridge Spock” by the Library Bards! 🖖🏾🖖🏾
Summary: You go on shore leave with the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise, and your best friend Nyota tries to convince you to ask your crush, Jim Kirk, on a date.
Word Count: 2,296
Characters: Reader, Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Leonard McCoy, Hikaru Sulu, Spock (mentioned), Christine Chapel (mentioned)
Warnings: Kissing, slight flirting, the ocean, okay-ish writing
Author’s Note: I started this as a way to break writer’s block, but it turns out this is the longest fic I’ve written to date. I really hope you like it, I tried not to be too out of character, please tell me if you think I’ve failed at that. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors. I am not good at writing endings, so sorry ‘bout that. I used the prompt “Don’t get your hopes up” as a starting point on this.
Also, for some reason I see the song Cigarette Daydreams by Cage the Elephant fitting in here somewhere.
(Gif credit belongs to owner)
“He’s staring at you again,” your best friend Nyota told you, gesturing behind you to the captain. You were eating lunch in the commissary when she spoke up.
“Are you serious? Ugh, Ny, what am I supposed to do,” you ask desperately.
“Ask him out? Come on, we both know you like him too.”
“Even if that were true, I can’t just ask Kirk on a date! He’s captain of the freaking ship, I’m just a lieutenant. And we’re only on year one of a five year mission. Things could go horribly!” you exasperate.
“(Y/N) calm down. It was just a suggestion,” Nyota says placatingly.
Wanting to change the subject, you asked a question. “What are you and Spock planning to do while on shore leave? I heard Risa is a very beautiful class M planet.”
“I read about a few interesting places. Luckily we’ll be there during the Luhlanat, or festival of moons, so I think Spock and I are going to that. What about you?” Uhura decides to go along with the shift in conversation.
“Probably just soaking up the sun on the beach. You have no idea how much I miss being able to feel the organic, solar heat. Which reminds me, I need to replicate a cute swimsuit.” You make a mental note to do that later.
“Is there anybody special that you need a cute swimsuit for?” your friend questions playfully. You scowl at her as way of reply and continue to eat your synthesized food.
A few moments later when you’re about to leave, a yellow shirt enters your field of sight. You sigh inwardly as you already know who it is. “Mind if I walk down to Med-bay with you? I’m on my way to see Bones.”
Bones acts like he hates getting and giving gifts but he is the most understatedly thoughtful gift giver like if you mention a book even just once in passing he’ll go through hell to get it for you. He gets super embarrassed at gifts so he prefers just being given liquor or something like a picture of the two of you
He will give you something from Russia. No doubt. But it means a lot to him and it’s always hand selected that it’ll mean something to you as well. He writes cute little notes explaining the significance and the history of the item
He likes getting cheesy personalized gifts like mix cds or hand drawn cards
He’s such a generic gift giver honestly. It’s not that he doesn’t put thought into it, he does and you always love his gifts, but he’s not good at personalizing it really
He likes to get gifts he knows he’ll use and he’s always excited to use anything you give him in front of you and he’ll put on this big cheesy display of how excited he is to put your gifts to use
Oh she’s the best. She knows how to give the gifts that even if you don’t think you’ll love at first, you end up using every day of your life and you’re so thankful
She likes to get gifts that are similar to that. She likes to use things you gave her publicly and she’s so proud to tell people you got things for her
Scotty loves handmade gifts! Even if it’s sloppy he’ll love anything that he knows you put time and effort into
He loves to give things that are meaningful, even if not practical. He’s be the one to give you big teddy bears and itchy sweaters made from love
Honestly he’s the worlds worst gift giver. He’ll get you something he would logically think you’d want, but honestly you’d probably already have it. He makes up for it by being with you on special occasions and showing you a lot of attention
He appreciates any gift you get him, but he really likes the ones that are personalized and practical at the same time
Get him more plants to take care of. Not even kidding add to his collection he will love it
He will get you something useful and pertaining to your hobbies or something handmade but practical
Request anything you’d like to see! My ask box is open!
Words: 982 Plot: A Romulan transmission comes through requesting negotiations - the reader volunteers. When Spock objects, she’s more than a little offended that he thinks she can’t do her job. But that’s far from the reason he’s not happy. A/N: I love Spock x reader pairing SO MUCH. SO MUCH. Despite having requests out the wazoo I’m going to take a little time to give this pairing to end all pairings a little love. It’s sort of a sequel to Shon-ha’lock, if you want it to be.
The transmission had come through, cracked and stuttering as it played on the bridge; a Romulan diplomacy ship having lost primary and auxiliary engines due to a massive malfunction. They requested aid; Kirk had offered a boarding party to discuss the terms of such aid. They had, reluctantly, accepted. When the transmission darkened, the room went silent. “What are the odds this is a trap?” Sulu asked, turning over his shoulder to look over at the captain. Kirk’s brow furrowed; he reached his index finger to his lips in thought before pushing out of his seat. “I don’t know. Which is why I’ve got to be the one to go” Kirk added “I’ll take a small ground crew. Raise all shields, monitor life signs”.
“Uhura? You’re fluent in Romulan, right?” Lieutenant Uhura folded her hands behind her back, raising her chin. “I am. But I don’t know how confident I am discerning what happened; I’m not familiar with Romulan ship mechanics”. Kirk clenched his jaw, drumming his fingers against his sides. “Captain” (y/n) stood awkwardly from behind her desk; pulling at the hem of her yellow shirt as she nudged her chair with her foot. “I think I can do it. I wrote a dissertation on Romulan spacefairing in the Academy. If they’re lying, I should be able to figure it out-” “-Captain, it seems reasonably illogical to remove the Communications Lieutenant from her post when we will be needing to send transmissions to starfleet” Spock interjected hastily, his mouth a thin line as he stared at Kirk, almost deliberately avoiding (y/n)’s gaze as he did so. (y/n) bit her lip, her eyes dropping to the floor immediately in frustration. She had trained for this. She knew what she was doing. She had this under control. “Mr. Sulu can monitor comms in her absence. I don’t doubt he can do a reasonable job until we get back” Kirk added, tapping figures into his PADD. (y/n) swore she could see a smirk on Jim’s lips; but if it was there, it was gone in moments. “-Then allow me to go in your place. I have familiarity with Romulan ships and am the First Officer of this ship. Should anything happen I would-” “Spock” Jim asserted, turning to the Vulcan “I need you here. You being the First Officer is exactly why you need to be here when I beam over. If it all goes to hell, there’s nobody I’d rather have commanding this ship.” Spock keyed a command into his PADD before turning to Kirk, his eyes sharp. “Yes, sir.” “Excellent” Jim grinned, clasping his hands together “Lieutenant, we beam out in five minutes. Suit up and I’ll meet you in the transporter room.” (y/n) felt her stomach turn with nerves, her heart thrashing in her chest. Nodding to Kirk, she quickly logged herself out of her panel and darted over to the turbolift, tying her hair back out of her face with a band she kept around her wrist. Pushing the button to take her to her quarters, the lift doors began closing.
A hand reached out, and the automatic doors slid open again. Spock walked in coolly, his hands held tightly behind his back as he stood beside her. From here, she could see the way his cheekbone curved in the light; the way his hairline dusted against his ears- No. She couldn’t bare to think about those things right now. She’d been smitten for him for too long; always tripping over her words in the corridor; always making up reasons to stay behind on the bridge when she was exhausted just to be in the room alone with him. He never seemed to give her the time of day; or if he did, it always had to be for something. He’d saved her life once; she’d been shot, disruptor fire causing her to fall and break her ribs. He’d carried her, then. Visited her in the medbay. He’d been kind. But there were always reasons. Always answers. Never the ones she wanted. “Lieutenant-” Spock began. “Why did you do that?” (y/n) asked, turning to face him as the turbolift clicked, beginning its descent away from the bridge. He looked straight ahead; only acknowledging her out of the corner of his eye. He visibly swallowed.
“Clarify”. (y/n) gritted her teeth. “You know I’m more than qualified to go on this mission. You previously described my field performance as ‘exemplary’ in regards to identifying cultural differences in regards to spacefairing designs” she breathed. Spock’s hands seemed to move slightly behind his back; he re-adjusted his posture. “You are likely the most qualified candidate for this mission”. (y/n) opened her mouth in shock, her brow furrowing as she looked at him incredulously. “Then why would you-” “Your conclusion that I would insist on you remaining on the ship as a result of your incapacity is incorrect. It is far from the truth of the matter.” (y/n) felt her frustration draining; her hands shaking as the feelings of inadequacy left them, replaced with a haze of confusion and anticipation. Spock barely looked at her; he almost never truly looked at her. It was as though he was always looking just over her shoulder, just over her head. “What is the truth of the matter, Spock?” The turbolift dinged as it approached her floor. Spock turned then, his eyes darting across to hers. His gaze was so intense she felt her face grow hot; something held within it making her heart hammer in her chest. “If a situation occurred in which your safety was threatened; others may not handle your safety being at risk with so much comfort.” The doors slid open, and Spock strode out quickly. (y/n) swore she saw his ears tinged with green; but if that were the case it was only for a moment, and then he was out of sight.
(All credit to gif owners. Also, I do not own Star Trek or any of it’s characters, only this story.)
Imagine having your period on the USS Enterprise
Authors Note: So, I thought I would write this today to make myself feel better and keep my mind off of the cramps. And why not do so with my new fandom? I’m sorry if it sucks, but i hope you all like it! Also, sorry about any spelling or grammatical errors, along with anything I got wrong in the fandom.
You woke up and groaned, rolling over in bed. A certain unwelcome surprise came last night and you were not looking forward to the following week. After a few minutes you get up and shower, getting ready for your long shift on the bridge.
You grab coffee from the replicator before walking to your command desk, grunting slightly in pain as you sit down. You would have to go to sickbay shortly to get something for the pain.