#spuhura hand holding

[pennywaltzy]

20. “That’s what I’m known for.” Spuhura

An AU first meeting between AOS!Spock and AOS!Uhura.

First Impressions Are Gold - Uhura meets a Vulcan she only knows by reputation at a soiree on campus.

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"You are quite good at the Vulcan language. Very few humans have the ability to speak it fluently."

Uhura started and turned around to face the man who had spoken to her. There were a few Vulcans at Starfleet Academy, and she practiced their language with them on a regular basis to keep sharp. She was native level fluent in nine languages already and passable in many more. She wanted the Vulcan language to be her tenth. There was just something so beautiful about it.

"It's what I'm known for," she replied. She didn't hold out her hand to greet him, but instead, held her hand up and spread her four fingers to two on each side.

The man nodded approvingly. "And you are knowledgeable of our customs," he said, imitating her gesture towards her.

"My Vulcan friends are touch sensitive. Judging by our introduction and those ears, I'd say you were Vulcan too." Then recognition hit her. "You must be First Officer S'chn T'gai Spock. You're the only Vulcan on campus I don't already know, as far as I'm aware."

His eyes widened just slightly at the near perfect pronunciation of his name. "I am. You are…?"

"Nyota Uhura. But everyone calls me Uhura, mainly."

"Nyota Uhura," he said, as though he was running her name over his tongue and teeth. "I hope we see more of each other, Nyota."

A delicious shiver ran up her spine as he said her name, and then he bowed slightly and drifted off towards other people at the soiree. She watched him move as she sipped her drink. "I hope we do, too," she murmured to herself.

#fictober21 #star trek aos #spuhura #spock x uhura #nyota uhura #spock #fanfic #fanfiction #my stuff #answering asks!

[ohtheclevernessof]

A Quarter Vulcan: a Spuhura fanfiction

Spock wants to rediscuss the Helping Vulcan Repopulate discussion with Nyota. This is set a few weeks after the Krall attack at Yorktown. Enjoy my first Star Trek fiction

Spock and Nyota were in his temporary quarters in Yorktown going over briefings from the Krall attack over cups of tea. They had spent the last few weeks since the attack rekindling their relationship as Spock healed from his injury but he felt there was still some things that had been left unsaid.

“Nyota, I wish to revisit that last conversation we had on the Enterprise.” he spoke up, cutting the quiet silence of  the room.  Nyota looked up from the article she was reading, momentarily confused until she realized just what conversation her Vulcan boyfriend meant. “You meaning the one where you told me you wanted to help repopulate Vulcan?” she asked hesitantly, not sure why he would bring that up now especially since it was essentially why they broke up.  

She had felt so hurt that Spock didn't see a future with her and the fact that he had wanted help repopulate Vulcan he would need a Vulcan woman not her. She could never give him the full Vulcan children he wanted for his planet and she had felt like she was less in his eyes for it.

“Yes. I have come to realization that my idea was highly illogical and incredibly self serving because it completely disregarded your feelings.” Spock said as he looked at her honestly. Nyota let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding as it became clear that he was trying to apologize to her in his own way. She set down the reports on the table next to her and nodded for him to continue his thoughts.

“Father has often said to me as Child of Two Worlds that my desires for both of them will always be in conflict and he has been correct in his assumptions so far as even you have been privy to it. There has only been one absolute in all this that has not wavered and that is my care for you. Nyota, that is not something I take lightly and it has brought me to the conclusion that it would be more then just acceptable if our offspring would be only a quarter Vulcan.”

Nyota's eyes went wide at his words, she had not expected the conversation to go in this direction or for Spock to admit this so suddenly. But then again he was one to speak his mind at times when no one expected it so it shouldn't have surprised her that much.

“I think you are getting a bit ahead of yourself. We aren't even married yet and you are talking about our possible future children already.” she said with a amused laugh.

“Is that a desire you have? If it is, I would not be opposed to it, on the contrary it would be a great honor for me to take you as my Human wife. Just as my father did with my mother.” Spock admitted in his usual serious tone as he reached over and gently took her hand in his. Nyota blinked at him once again, he was definitely catching her off guard but it wasn't unwelcome. With all that they had faced together since she had entered the academy and then on the Enterprise. The pain, the hurt, the near death experiences, it wouldn't be outrageous to think that maybe the next step in their relationship would be on both if their minds,

“Is this you trying to propose?” Nyota asked him with a curious smile and all Spock could do for a moment was blink back surprised himself. Had his intention in this conversation to propose her at this moment? Sure he had been considering proposing to her, even researched it but had he meant so suddenly like this?

“I suppose I am... Although in my research of the subject, it seems customary for Human marriage proposals for a ring to be involved. If you wish me to table this discussion until I have procured one, I would...”

He found himself stopped in mid sentence by Nyota's finger to his lip and he looked back at her curious.

“Spock, I would love to be your wife.” she said simply as she leaned over and replacing her finger with her lips, sealing her words with a soft kiss that he gratefully reciprocated before pulling away gently.

“I do have one request for you. That you allow me to raise our offspring as Vulcan despite them being only a quarter but do so with the promise that they may choose to live as a Human if they so desire. The same option my father gave me.” Spock whispered, as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I would expect nothing less from you.” Nyota said with a grin as she pulled him closer and her lips found Spock's once more.

“You were researching how to propose? My god man, do you have even a ounce of romance in that pointy eared head of yours?” Bones exclaimed with a scoff at Spock's way of doing things. Even though he considered the Vulcan his friend, he still couldn't make sense of him about half the time.

The following day Spock found himself being practically interrogated by Bones after the news had been spread through the Enterprise crew chambers about Nyota's and his engagement.

“You mean to tell me your entire proposal was based off if you wanted Vulcan kids or not?” Bones questioned the  half Vulcan dubiously, crossing his arms. Spock sighed, looking back at him. “I can understand how it could be perceived in that fashion but it was not my intention. I had been researching proper Human proposals before this but I had not decided on the correct method.”

“What Uhura sees in you, I will never understand.” Bones said with smirk, shaking his head.

“I do not find that relevant to this discussion.” Spock replied flatly to Bone's accusation, frowning at him unamused. “Regardless Nyota seems pleased so I believe it was the correct action even though it was unplanned.”

#Spuhura #spock x uhura #spock x nyota #Spock #nyota uhura #star trek fanfiction #kelvin timeline #AOS #star trek 2009 #star trek into darkness #star trek beyond

[marlinspirkhall]

Spuhura Bridgerton AU- For the 2021 Uhura Bang

This is a response to the prompt "Spuhura Bridgerton AU." I've never consumed the show or the books, so obviously I was the perfect candidate for tackling that prompt /lh. As far as I can tell, Bridgerton is mostly about Vibes™️ rather than plot, so I hope this is suitable for the person who sent in the prompt. Their robes aren't period-accurate, but they're probably in a holodeck anyway.

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[Image ID: Fanart of the characters Uhura and Spock from Star Trek: The Original Series kissing in front of a window. Uhura has her hair tied up, and Spock has curly hair. They're both wearing robes- Nyota's are blue, and she's wearing what looks like a denim jacket with puffy sleeves. She's holding Spock's arm and he has his hands on her waist. He's wearing green robes with yellow/gold detailing. The floor is made up of diagonal checkers, which are yellow and black against a beige background. Outside the window is a field of yellow and pink flowers, and there are pine trees in the distance. The sky is a pale, overcast blue, and there are three flower pots in view. A watermark in the corner reads "marlinspirkhall". [End Image ID]

#Star trek #Uhura #Spock #Spock and Uhura #Spock/Uhura #Spuhura #star trek fanart #image ID #Uhura fanart #Nyota Uhura fanart #Spock fanart #Spuhura fanart

[my-dear-dr]

spirk and spock/nyota for the ask game?

Spirk

Do I ship it? HELL YES

What made you ship it?

It's hard to pinpoint the exact moment, probably the hand holding scene in TMP, the tender looks they give each other, and the lengths they go to to save each

"Please Captain, not in front of the Klingons"

Fan cams on twitter turned me from a casual spirk enjoyer to a rabid shipper

What are your favorite things about the ship?

60 years of content!!!!! God bless the fandon elders 💗💕🖖

"Why Mr.Spock.. you almosy make me believe in miracles"

The fact that they're canonicaly soulmates (thank you Gene Roddenberry)

Jim helping Spock embrace his human side

FINGER KISSES

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I'm pretty sure this isn't unpopular but I think Spock fell in love first

I spent hours tracking down rings of soshern fic and I didn't enjoy it

Spock/Nyota

Do I ship it? Eh, not really. I'm by no means a hater and its cute enough, but I prefer Spirk and Soctty/Nyota

Why don't you ship it?

Wasn't feeling the whole love triangle thingy they tried to do with Kirk

Prefer other ships

I prefer them as friends/ music buddies

They didn't have enough chemistry for me in the original series

What would've made you like it?

Kirk not being there

Being able to see them being goofy together

I don't hate AOS but I'm not interested in it enough to care about it's pairings

Despite not shipping it, Do you have anything positive to say about it?

Obviously I'm rooting for spirk/ queer spock, but I won't be mad if they play around with Spuhura in Strange New Worlds as there's a bit more potential

Potential to be super cute

The vibes are cute and I can imagine Nyota hitting on Spock and him just being clueless

Nyota Uhura deserves EVERYTHING

#star trek #spirk #shipping #lissa talks #thanks for the ask! #nyota uhura #s'chn t'gai spock #james t kirk

[mayapleiades]

Favorite Star Trek Beyond small moments

(Sorry for the terrible quality of the gifs but I literally learned how to gif to make this post)

- This frame of Spock standing alone and lost after receiving the news of Ambassador Spock’s death

- Kirk looking at Spock with the patented Soft Kirk Look

- Chekov’s expression when Kirk gives the order to abandon the Enterprise

- The way Zoe Saldana pronounces “Nyota Uhura”

- Spock’s mouth trembling after he says “Ambassador Spock has died”

- Chekov and Scotty hugging after they’re reunited

- This little exchange between Chekov and Jaylah

- Scotty saying that one of the theories on the disappearance of the Franklin was “captured by a giant green hand”, another wonderful TOS quote by Mr Pegg that I could only appreciate recently

- Spock looking helplessly at Bones when Jim says he needs him around

- Jim making the motorcycle rumble when he notices that Jaylah has lost the beacon, to tell her “I’m here, I’m not going without you, hold on”

- Jim’s face when Scotty says “we cannot just jumpstart [the ship], sir!”

- Sulu’s little “oops?” Face after they’ve managed to make the Franklin take off

- Jaylah’s sigh of relief when they leave Altamid. I didn’t even try to gif this because it deserves more skill than I can give it, so I’m linking you to this beauty

- The way Sulu maintains his composure every time Yorktown is mentioned but you can see he’s dying of worry for his family inside

- The way Spock and Bones look at each otherafter they’ve appeared on the swarm ship and are completely synchronized in ejecting the pilots

- “Kevin! Still not wearing pants I see” is it me, or is Kevin one of the aliens from the diplomatic mission to Teenax at the beginning of the film?

- The fact that when everyone is looking out at the new ship being constructed, Spock and Uhura are looking at each other (I don’t even ship Spuhura, but I can admit that was THE CUTEST). Again, passing the link to someone who’s more competent than I am, here

- How everyone says a part of the original title monologue, and Uhura is the last one with “where no ONE has gone before”

#star trek #star trek aos #star trek beyond #jim kirk #spock #leonard mccoy #hikaru sulu #pavel chekov #nyota uhura #montgomery scott #jaylah #the enterprise crew #star trek gifs #i love this film with my whole heart #of the three aos films this is the one that focuses on the entire crew instead of only jim and spock #and as much as i love them #the others deserve their space too #maya rambles

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Title: Road Trip

Gif credit @spuhuras

First twilight imagine. First Sam Uley imagine. I hope you all enjoy.

It's a little smutty.

Happy reading dollies

Feedback is greatly appreciated ❤

BEEP BEEP!!

As you were packing up snacks for the trip you heard a loud honking outside. The pack ran through the house to see what it was all about and you followed.

There was a RV parked in the drive way. Sam and Edward came out both with smiles on their faces.

"What's going on? We were supposed to be going on a little road trip just you and me".

"We'll, we thought why not take a family vacation together". Edward told you and the pack.

"Are you all going to behave and not threaten or kill each other"?

"We'll be fine". Sam came and scooped you up planting a kiss to your lips.

"I like the idea that all of us are going but how are we supposed to have alone time"?

"I'm driving so you can ride up front with me".

"That's not what I meant Sam Uley". You say sternly.

"Oh. Ooh. We'll figure out something". He quickly kissed your lips, put you down and ran inside grabbing the snacks and heading on the bus.

"Wonderful". Frowning as you got on the bus, Sam patting the passenger seat up front with him.

Taking a seat beside him, you got comfortable since it may be a long trip cause you had no idea where you were going. Everyone piled on the bus. The whole Cullen family and the pack. There was hardly any room to move but they all were happy to be together. Kinda weird if you asked anyone that knew them.

About fifty miles into the road trip you got this surge of sexual excitement. It came out of no where and that's why you wanted to be alone with Sam. It's been happening from a month now. You didn't know what was happening to you.

"Sam"? You whispered looking in the back. Knowing the Cullens and the pack had such great hearing and could read minds you had to be sneaky.

"Sam"?

"Yeah, babe"? He didn't take his eyes off the road.

"I'm horny". You purred. He blinked his eyes at you, like he was processing what you told him.

"Now"?

"Yes. If you didn't invite the families you would be balls deep in me right about now". You moaned just thinking of the idea of Sam pounding into you.

"I love you but you really need to control yourself at the moment". He scorned you. You huffed, crossing your arms and slouching in your chair.

"Fine. I'll go see what the guys are up to".

Sam shook his head. He wanted you just as badly but he knew how to control his urges.

Walking back to the back of the bus. Edward came up to you. "Hey, sorry if we ruined your getaway week".

"No, it's okay. We can do it another time". You told him with a slight smile.

"I'll make sure you two get some alone time. I know that's what you wanted since you cant get it when the tribe is around".

"You really need to stay out of my mind, Edward. It's not nice". You laugh.

"Actually, it was in Sams mind. He can't stop thinking about it. It's really disturbing what all he's thinking about, to be honest".

"How are you in his mind without him knowing"?

"He's distracted with driving and the scenes he's picturing".

"Can you tell me what he's picturing up? Please"?

"I'm not giving you a mental picture. I'm not your porn source".

"Oh so that's what kinda stuff he's thinking of". You bit your bottom lip.

"That's my Sam alright. He's alittle freaky in bed. May not show it as a alpha but when he's in bed he is way alpha-yer". You laughed as you made up a word to describe Sam in bed.

"Yeah, I didn't need to know that". Edward scrunched up his eye brows.

"So, where are we going"? You thought why not ask someone else and they may tell you.

"It's a surprise".

"If you want to give me a surprise Edward, give me Sam, a room and have Sam give me tons of orgasms then that would be the best surprise you could ever give me". Edward chuckled but you were dead serious.

"I think we should go to our seats before you tell me actually what Sam does in bed".

"I can tell you. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two". You giggled as you walked passed Edward.

"Hey now". He chuckled shaking his head going back to Bella. Who heard everything and was quietly giggling to herself.

Getting back to your seat, Sam was still in drivers mode which annoyed you.

"Where are we going"?

"I'm not telling you so stop asking. You'll love it, I promise".

"Fine". You chewed the corner of the inside of your cheek. Getting a idea that Sam would love and hate.

Seaching for the RV guide to see if there was a door or curtain to close you off from the others. And there was. The divider was in the wall and you found it easily closing you off.

"What are you doing"? Sam asked confused.

"Just watch the road and enjoy". You seductively said getting down on your knees beside him. Undoing his belt and pants. You slid your hand in his boxers pulling out his cock. Running your tongue from the base to the tip. Sam shivered as you did so.

"Stop. Someone's going to catch us".

"You really want me to stop"?

"Yeah, we have too".

"Well, someone has a mind of his own". You kissed his cock as it grew in your hand.

You wrapped your hands and mouth about his cock, sucking him off. Swirling your tongue over this tip licking up his pre-cum that was oozing out.

"Shit. Don't stop". Sam moaned throwing his head back.

"Sam, road". You giggled as Sam jerked the bus back on the road, growling at you.

You went back to stroking and bobbing your head. Taking him down your throat, gagging a little as he hit the back of your throat. Sam closed his eyes tightly trying not to cum right away, he didn't want you to stop.

"Road, Sam". You said with a pop of his cock. He jerked the wheel back in place. Rubbing his eyes. You continued you tease and suck him, he tried his darnest to keep his eye on the road.

Meanwhile in the back of the bus, everyone was holding on. They didnt know if they would get thrown one way or the other. All of them confused except Edward, he was giggling heavily his face looked as if it got heated from the laugh.

"What the hell is going on"? Jacob cussed as he was forced on to Paul as Sam jerked the wheel again.

"Maybe he's dodging pot holes"? Esme suggested, shrugging her shoulders. 

"Maybe. I'll go check". Jacob got up from his seat.

"I wouldn't do that". Edward warned but Jacob shrugged it off and opened the divider coming to a scene he never wanted imprinted in his brain.

Sam was a moaning, groaning mess under your touch. He bucked his hips when he could without slowing down the bus. You sped up your bobbing and pumping him. He was close to coming and felt it as he tensed up.

"You going to cum for me baby"? You purred as his face turned beet red. He nodded with a grunt. You wrapped your mouth around his cock and he exploded down your throat. The warm liquid slipped down your throat with ease, you hungrily swallowed it down.

"Fuck". He cursed under his breath.

You both were so caught up between sucking and coming that you didn't hear Jacob freak out.

"Oh god. My eyes". Jacob screamed shutting the divider.

You giggled as you wiped your mouth going back to your seat. Sam panicked and fastened his belt and pants. Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"That was fun". You say with a smirk.

Sam growled giving you the evil eye. "It's not funny".

"Stop pouting. We had a good time. It's his fault for coming in without knocking".

Sam rolled his eyes and turned on the turn signal as he pulled into a gas station. Coming to a stop. The buses door swung open and Jacob ran off. The pack laughing at him.

"What happened"? Bella asked as she got off the bus.

"Jacob saw something for mature eyes only". Edward chuckled as Bella caught on.

Sam and you got off the bus, eyes were on you two. "So dodge many pot holes lately"? Emmett asked with a snicker getting a slap from Alice.

"Does everyone know"? Sam blushed.

"We have a pretty good idea but we'd like for you to tell us". Emmett opened his mouth again but instead of Alice slapping him Rosalie did it.

"Shut up, Emmett". You told him.

"I told you we should stop, now everyone is making jokes". Sam was embarrassed.

"Who cares. I bet everyone here has been in the same position we are right now. I don't care. I liked what I did and I would do it again. If you dont want to be with someone that does stuff like that then we need to break up right now".

Sam stayed quiet. You threw your arms up in frustration walking away.

"We've all be there, Sam. Dont worry". Carlisle reassured Sam. Emmett nodded with agreement.

"Should I apologize"?

"I would if you ever want that to happen again".

Sam took of running after you. He found you in the woods beside the gas station playing with a twig.

"I'm sorry". Sam came up behind you spooking you.

"I just don't know why you got so mad".

"I was more embarrassed. Jacob saw. Im supposed to be the alpha not some teenager getting caught fooling around with his girlfriend".

"I'm your girlfriend and imprint we can do whatever we want. Who cares who sees or what they think. I love you and I'm going to show you how I feel".

Sam smiled wrapping his arms around you engulfing you in a warm hug. "I love you and I'm sorry that I got them to come with us but I had my reason".

"What crazy reason was that"?

Sam pulled away making you whimper as the cool air hit you. He pulled put a box and got down on one knee in front of you.

"I love you and I wanted the people most important in your life to see this moment. Y/N Swan will you marry me"? Sam asked. You heard twigs breaking around you as the families circled around you. Bella had her phone with your dad video chatting since he had to work.

"God, you're amazing. Yes, Sam Uley I will marry you". You pulled him up by his face, your hands cupping his face bringing him to your lips kissing all over his face.

"I love you, I love you". Sam took your hand and slid the ring on your ring finger.

"I love you more". His kissed your lips softly.

"Congratulations guys". You heard your dad over the explosions in your head as you were kissing Sam. And also something about road safety.

"Thanks. Thanks everyone for being here. It means alot. Sorry I was rude for not wanting you all to come".

"That's okay. We know how it is when you find someone you can't get enough of". Bella and Edward kissed. Emse and Carlisle kissed. Jasper and Alice kissed. Emmett and Rosalie kissed. The packed just looked at each other and nodded. They all knew what you were going through. Finding that special someone is hard but when you do you want to do everything together even if you get caught in the act.

"Sorry to break up this moment but we need to get going. I promised Y/N that Sam would give her tons of orgasms so I'm driving and they can have the back bedroom". Edward spoke up and getting the keys from Sam. Everyone laughed awkwardly.

"Really, Edward? Really"?

Sam buried his face in your neck with a groan that turned into laughing. You giggled at how subtle Edward was.

This was going to be a very interesting road trip.

#sam uley x reader #sam uley #sam uley fanfiction #sam uley imagine #twilight smut #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight wolf pack #twilight wolves #twilight imagine #happys crazy queen22 #sam uley smut

[dawnquafam]

Spuhura + “you are trembling.”

A/N: Missing scene from Beyond after the final fight

Nyota ran to the drone ship the moment Len managed to set it down with only minimal roughness, though she still heard the men inside bickering over backseat driving as the hatch slid open. The bickering continued as she heard them begin to move around, the topic shifting to who was getting out first and with how much help. She rolled her eyes, her fears reluctantly assuaged by their typical childishness, and called for them to hurry.

The bickering died at that, and moments later, Spock popped out, gripping the ship too tightly, taking a moment to steel himself before half pushing, half lifting himself out. Nyota steadied him, bracing him when he stumbled, the strain between them forgotten in the simple light of being reunited on safe ground.

She guided him a few steps aside, giving Jim and Len room to get out, before drawing him into a hug, balancing the need to hold him tight with mindfulness of his wound. He leaned into her, favoring his injured side, and in that moment, with the rush of survival wearing off and him heavy and exhausted in her arms, it truly hit her how close she had come to losing him, to living with their final argument hanging over her for the rest of her life. “Are you ok?” she asked quietly.

“I will be.” He lifted his head, looking at her with eyes dull from pain. “You are trembling.”

She couldn’t help but smile – of course he was still concerned about her. For all his Vulcan qualities, he had the sweetest, kindest heart she had ever known. “It’s just the adrenaline wearing off,” she reassured him, lifting her hand to cup his too-pale cheek. “I’m fine.”

He studied her for a moment, searching for hints of deception, and believed her. “I am glad.”

Like a lurking shadow, she could feel the awkwardness creeping up on them again. “Nyota-” he started.

She quieted him with a kiss, with the softest brush of their lips. “We’ll talk,” she promised in a whisper. She hadn’t been able to promise that when he had first brought up potentially leaving Starfleet for New Vulcan, shocked as she was by the suddenness of it, hurt as she was by the implications of it. But after watching her crewmates die, after the race to escape and save the base, her perspective had been rather violently upended, and while she still didn’t want to lose Spock, the ability to talk it over before possibly letting him go to find a different purpose in life was a much more palatable concept than finding his lifeless body on a cold alien world. “I promise.”

His shoulders slumped a fraction, relief painted across his face, and he returned the kiss, lingering over the touch. She smiled into it, her eyes drifting shut, and though the future was still uncertain, the sense that everything would be just fine sent a wave of peace washing over her.

“For now,” she eventually murmured, easing out of the kiss, “let’s get you and Jim some treatment.”

“Oh, look, she remembered us,” Len said drily. “Thanks, by the way, for helping us out too.”

Nyota’s smile became mischievous as she turned, slipping her arm around Spock’s waist to help bear his weight. “You’re quite welcome, Leonard.”

Len glared.

#nyota uhura #spock #spuhura #nyota uhura fanfic #spock fanfic #spuhura fanfic #spuhuralove #fulfilled request #my fanfic #st aos #dawn answers stuff #nursebarbarahereward

[anxiously-going]

I have been tagged be the lovely @trekkele

And I'm afraid this might be a bit boring as TOS and AOS are the only two versions of Trek I've really watched, but nevertheless

🌌 Your Top 5 Star Trek Characters: Leonard McCoy, Christopher Pike, Janice Rand, Jim Kirk, Hikaru Sulu

🌌 What StarFleet division would you be in?Medical.

🌌 What's your favorite Star Trek Quote? "I have no idea what I'm supposed to do! I only know what I can do." Holds a special place in my heart. Honestly the dialogue of that whole scene is spot on.

🌌 Your favorite Star Trek uniforms: listen, I loved the Beyond uniforms as much as the next person. But. The TOS formal uniforms are absolute gold.

🌌 Your favorite alien species: Unicorn Dog, hands down.

🌌 Favorite Star Trek Doctor: Dr. McCoy.

🌌 A Star Trek food/drink you would/like to try: Those stupid play dough cubes feel like a must for this.

🌌 Klingon of Vulcan? Vulcan. Because, like, I said very little Trek exposure so Vulcans are what I'm familiar with.

🌌 Tribbles or Sehlats? Sehlats because I love animals, but not that much.

🌌 Communicator or Tricorder? One medical tricorder, please.

🌌 Star Trek OTPs: canon Spuhura with a side of QPR McKirk.

[panicatthediaz]

You earned yourself a full on rant, @littlecrazyfangirl-98

Let's talk about ships here, eh? This is all what I think of some ships that came to my mind, please don't hate me >.>

Spirk is a thing that, for me, only works in TOS. In AOS, I do feel like Jim just wants to work as well with his crew as it was in the prime timeline. He wants to be that good captain and man.

McKirk, on the other hand, is a thing that works only in AOS. In TOS, I get such a father-son relationship vibes with them that it would be weird to even think about it. Might be because of the actors' ages, but who knows. TOS novels, however, are on a different level.

Spuhura (is this even the name) is a thing I love and they work together as the power couple, in AOS. I have some strong feelings about this one.

Scotty/Uhura (ain't gonna take a crack at this name) is a thing that fills my heart with joy in the TOS movies, dammit. They are so cute together that I can't make much of a comprehensive thought.

McChapel and Bones/Carol are also two things that give me life, one in TOS and the other in AOS. I dunno. They are just cute, and Carol stuck to Bones' side afterwards... And y'know, I do love Christine's no-shit attitude including to her boss.

I guess I ship Bones with plenty of blondes

Spones though. Dumb thing gives me life, in all their superficial difference. They hold the same ideals, just showing them through different means, which was actually SEEN IN TOS. One is well filtered while the other is not. I could go on for a while, so let's summarise it as "two sides of the same coin, coin which is the moral compass of one James T. Kirk, as stated by series creator".

Scones is an anonymous gift that keeps on giving, I have no idea where it came from but it's cute. Who would've thought that southern + scottish would be so cute?

#Ok sorry #But I had to put this out there #Star Trek

[soap-brain]

You wanted a Spuhura prompt?? RIGHT WELL give me some vaguely exhibitionist Spuhura pls and ty

HELLO HERE I AM ARRIVING TO THE PARTY (my own party?) FIFTEEN MINUTES LATE WITH STARBUCKS PORN

Under the cut:

Losing Inhibition

Pairing: SpuhuraRating: ExplicitWarnings: none ... other than, y’know, pornWordcount: 2931

    “Nyota, this is highly -” Spock stops and frowns, almost closing his eyes.

    “Yes, it’s highly … what?” She asks, running her nails lightly over the palm of his hand. If she’s honest, she’s kind of surprised he’s still offering this much protest, but then again, no matter how secluded they are in their little alcove, they’re still at a public opera and Spock is still Spock.

And yet. Maybe the situation calls for more drastic measures. She lifts his hand, surprised at how little he attempts to resist, and runs her tongue along his pointer finger, leaving a little bite at the tip, just enough teeth to make a shiver run down his spine.

    “- pleasurable,” he gasps out, eyes falling closed. “Please, Nyota, we are in public.”

    “That’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Nobody will see us, nobody will hear us, but we are in public.” Puffing her breath against his now saliva-slick finger is probably a bit cruel, considering how she’s been gently riling him up for the better part of the hour. It’s a Rigellian opera, and those usually take some four hours. But they’ve been invited by the Chancellor, who’s sitting somewhere and trying to endear herself to the captain, so it would’ve been rude not to come. Come, heh. Nyota hopes Spock will indeed come.

    “I fail to see the humor in that,” he grits out.

So he got that. She leans over and breathes a kiss onto the tip of his ear, tongue flitting out to touch the skin for a very short moment.

    “Do you want to stop?” Spock’s boundaries are more important than getting a rise out of him.

He sighs, and that’s when she knows how close she is to breaking him. “No.”

Nyota worms out of her seat and crawls onto his lap, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. The orchestra is swelling to a crescendo; the protagonist’s voice hitting a truly awe-inspiring tone that probably knives right through Spock’s ear drums.

She kisses underneath his jaw, gently, feathery, his hands sliding under her dress because he can’t withstand the sensation of her bare skin.

    “We shouldn’t,” he says against the corner of her mouth. She grins and kisses him properly, opening his lips and sliding her tongue inside. He’s toying with the clasp of her bra, clearly still held back by some Vulcan restraint. There won’t be any of that left when she’s done with him.

Nyota pulls back from the kiss and grins as Spock tries to follow her.

    “Please don’t tease.”

    “Aww, ashal-veh. Of course I’m going to tease. We have some three hours of this opera left, and I don’t think you’re any more interested than I am.”

He shakes a little bit at that and bites his lip. She takes his hand again, the one not nudging at her bra, and kisses the pads of his fingers again, tongue dipping out to lap at the spaces between the digits, and then she bites gently at the webbing between his thumb and forefinger. Spock’s other hand drops suddenly, landing on her ass and pulling her closer, and she laughs a little, the vibrations probably sparking across Spock’s skin.

She nuzzles close to Spock’s ear again.

    “Do you think you could be quiet? You never know - there could be a quiet moment anytime. Could you stay quiet even if I were on my knees with you in my mouth, hm, Spock?” She laces their fingers together and lifts their arms over their heads, pinning his wrists to the wall. “I’d stay between your legs until my knees were sore, and I’d make you come over and over and over, swallowing everything you’d give me, and then I’d ride you, slowly, so you’ll remember every second. And you’d have to be so quiet, because what if we get caught? What if we’re too loud - the Chancellor and Captain Kirk are right next door, and what if they hear us and come investigate and see me on my knees, between your legs, your cock in my mouth, your nice and proper outfit all rumpled, hair messy, flushed? What would they think of us?”

Spock moans, a tiny, aborted sound, and she knows she almost has him.

    “Is that why you’re offering so little resistance? Because a small part of you wants them to find us, wants everyone to catch us, see us, all your beautiful Vulcan self-restraint out the window, moaning shamelessly, helplessly. I’d let them, you know. If they’d find us, I’d keep sucking you. Keep riding you. Let them see and hear exactly how you make me feel. Would you like that?”

Spock squeezes her hip probably too hard, but he’s so close to lose control. The emotional transference from Nyota must be intense on him. She undulates her hips against him unhurriedly in an approximation of sex. She can feel how close he is to give in and let his dick come out of its sheath and become hard.

    “Do you want me to stop?” she asks again.

    “No. No, anything but that, Nyota, please.” His voice is rough.

    “Alright.” She traces the outer rim of his ear with her tongue, teasing little touches, and then she slides down, off his lap and between his legs, getting her arms comfortable on his thighs. He spreads them almost immediately, chocolate-brown irises nearly completely eclipsed by his blown pupils.

    “Nyota.”

She winks at him and nuzzles his crotch. “Please?”

His fingers wander into her hair, winding strands around themselves. She tugs at the button of his pants with her teeth, watching him. He sighs in surrender and spreads his legs some more to make room for his emerging erection.

Nyota wastes no time to open his pants and fit her mouth to the hot bulge in his underwear. Spock’s head falls back and he groans quietly.

The opera is silent for just a moment and Captain Kirk’s laughter pearls into their alcove. Right. He’s right next to them.

Spock’s hips hitch forward of their own volition, the shock lacing through his system, and Nyota is delighted.

Please, Spock asks and she goes back to nuzzling his clothed erection. She loves Spock’s smell - alien, but still male.

Please don’t tease, k’diwa.

- What would you have me do instead, Spock?

He shudders gently. Dirty talk doesn’t come to him easily, not even over their bond, but she enjoys teasing him so much.

Please take me inside your mouth, he manages.

Nyota licks a stripe up his erection, kissing the tip. His underwear is already completely damp. Not that she needs more proof that he’s totally on board, but it’s nice to know she has such a profound effect on him.

Please suck my cock!, he thinks, the edge of desperation sharp and clear. Who is she to deny him?

She pushes down his underwear until the tip of his dick emerges, stark green and wet with precome, and then she kisses it, probably far gentler than Spock wants, enjoying the little sparks of pleasure that sends through his body and mind.

She looks up and meets Spock’s eyes, fixed on her. There’s a hand at the base of her skull, not exerting any kind of force, more a quiet plea.

She pushes his underwear down further and accommodates him, relaxing her throat to take in as much of him as she can. His sigh is almost lost in the burgeoning applause from the audience. He twitches in her mouth, double ridges pleasantly dragging against her throat, and if Nyota wasn’t so intent on riding him later, she’d slip a hand inside her panties now. She knows that realistically, there is no reason to believe that anyone would come into their little two-person alcove, but the fact that someone could isn’t just exciting Spock.

She pulls back a little, pressing her tongue against the underside of Spock’s dick and then into the slit at the top. He pushes his hips forward a little, seeking out the heat of her mouth again, clearly beginning to enjoy himself.

And that’s when the lights go up, bathing them in sudden light, Spock probably able to see all the other opera guests clearly.

He comes so unexpectedly Nyota almost chokes before she manages to swallow. He’s luckily grabbing the armrests of his seat instead of her neck, knuckles white with force.

Nyota laughs, the vibrations undoubtedly jarring against Spock’s sensitive skin.

    “Right. It’s intermission.” She licks a stripe up his dick. “I’m sure the captain will expect us at the buffet.”

Spock stares at her.

    “Nyota, please, I cannot - cannot step in front of the captain and the Chancellor, not in this state.”

She can feel the desperation coursing through him, begging her. She kisses the tip of his dick and gets up, pressing another kiss to his jaw.

    “Then I guess we should better be quick. Wouldn’t want him to come check up on us in here, right?”

Spock more or less follows her around miserably for the entirety of the intermission, all thirty minutes. Nyota takes great care to brush against him a lot, try pretty much every food that needs to be eaten with fingers, and flirts with a few dignitaries, registering her mate’s increasing desperation and relishing in it.

They return to their seats almost too late, the orchestra already starting up again as they enter, and Spock wastes no time pushing her against the wall and fixing his mouth to her, pressing his erection into her abdomen.

Nyota. Please, I need you. You have teased me enough.

She laughs a bit breathlessly. “Are you sure about that?”

He growls into her neck, effortlessly lifting her up and holding her by her thighs. She wraps his legs around him, aligning her crotch with his and sighs in relief. Spock is still breathing against her neck, biting at the skin when she lightly runs her fingertips over the tip of his ear.

    “You’re so sensitive, Spock, it’s so great.”

    “Only for you,” he manages to grit out. Nyota. K’diwa. Please, I need to join with you. Let me, please.

Nyota trails a hand between their bodies and frees Spock’s erection again, gasping when the head drags over her pussy, dampening her panties even more. She kisses him, arching her body against his.

    “Yes, come on, Spock.”

She can’t help but laugh at his desperate groan, and then he’s pushing away her panties and dragging his fingers through the wet mess between her legs.

    “But remember - Kirk and the Chancellor are on the other side of this wall, Spock. If they hear us -”

He pulls back from her neck to look at her, pupils completely blown.

    “Perhaps - you need to take care to be quiet, then,” he grits out, nudging the head of his dick against her opening.

She winks and opens her mouth for a retort. He pushes in.

Nyota clamps her mouth shut and lets her head fall backwards, gritting her teeth against the moans that threaten to spill out. Spock stretches her out so nicely, going ever so slowly -  Heaven knows where he’s getting that control from now. He stops halfway in, kissing the side of her face, breath fanning over her skin.

    “Spock - ah, that’s not fair.”

The amusement radiating from him isn’t fair either.

Nyota, you have been teasing me for the past one point six hours. Should I not be allowed revenge?

    “Oh, you bastard,” she gasps out, his shirt bunching under her fingers.

I can assure you that my parents were -

    “Married at the time of your conception, yes, I get it, but please, Spock -”

    “Shh. You wouldn’t want the captain to hear, would you?”

Nyota clenches involuntarily, mind readily supplying images of Kirk busting through the door to find her quite literally pinned to the wall, crying out in pleasure.

Spock uses that moment to press in entirely, covering her mouth with his, fingers probably bruising her thigh with the intensity that he’s holding her.

- Please, Spock, oh, please.

He obliges and snaps his hips against hers, setting up a quick punishing rhythm that makes stars race up her spine.

The orchestra is getting louder again, almost shaking the walls, and Spock adjusts his rhythm, cock dragging perfectly over every nerve inside of her. Her head falls back as he kisses down her neck and she tries her hardest to let no sounds escape except for the breaths he’s punching out of her. He runs a hand under her dress and pushes under her bra, fingers cupping her breast and toying with her nipple.

I sincerely hope you will be able to remain quiet, Nyota, he remarks and she laughs shakily.

    “God, no, no, I don’t - ah - don’t think s-oh, Spock, please, please, oh -”

He stops. Why does he stop? His eyes are glittering with the same smirk that’s tugging at his lips.

And then he pulls out.

    “No, no, Spock, come on.”

    “Hush, Nyota.” He sets her down gently, steadying her as her knees wobble. She leans against the wall, her dress bunched up uncomfortably around her middle. Spock’s hands are at her hips, tugging down her panties, making her step out of them before he dangles the fabric in front of her face.

    “Open your mouth,” he instructs, and fuck, that’s hot, that’s definitely doing things to her. “Nyota, do not make me have to force you. It is imperative that we keep you quiet. Unless you want Captain Kirk to hear us, I strongly suggest you open your mouth now, or I will have to open it for you.”

She wants that. Oh god, she wants that, wants his fingers holding her jaw and stuffing her panties into her mouth. So she resolutely keeps her mouth shut. His hand is on her jaw almost immediately.

Is this acceptable?, he wonders, and she almost has to laugh because if Spock had an idea of what’s going on between her legs right now, he definitely wouldn’t need to ask.

- Yes. Yes, very acceptable.

Good. He opens her lips then, prises her teeth apart with inhuman strength, and forces the panties inside. She groans, muffled by the fabric.

Spock lifts her up again, sliding back inside her effortlessly, cock almost burning inside of her.

The rhythm he picks up is brutal, every thrust dragging over her sweet spot relentlessly. He dips his fingers between her legs but she’s already coming, crying into the fabric in her mouth as she clenches around him, wetness trailing down her legs, brain completely shortening out.

She vaguely feels Spock come as well, and then the world fades to black for a while.

Nyota comes to in her seat, mouth mercifully empty, legs over Spock’s shoulders, with his head between her thighs, licking away the traces of slick and come happily.

Welcome back. There’s amusement in his mental voice. She slides her fingers into his hair and rocks into the feeling of his slightly sandpapery tongue against her pussy.

- That was amazing. I don’t know whether I’ve ever come this hard. I blacked out, didn’t I?

Yes. Am I correct in assuming that that is not … bad?

- Very correct, yeah.

Spock lowers her legs and sits up a little straighter, not-smiling at her.

    “I am relieved.”

She snorts. “Oh, I bet you are.”

He kisses her then, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

    “So, am I going to get my underwear back?”

A quirk of an eyebrow. “Of course not. It would slow down my undressing you in our quarters after the opera by at least three seconds.”

She doesn’t get her panties back that evening, no matter how much she begs him, because suddenly Spock is very interested in the opera and keeps shushing her. They do, however, manage to run into Kirk and the Chancellor on their way back, and Nyota isn’t too sure how much she likes the feeling of being essentially completely bare while in a chat with her CO and a foreign dignitary.

Consider it revenge for your teasing, Spock thinks at her. She doesn’t like Spock a lot - until his knees hit the floor within seconds of them being back in their quarters.

    “I believe I like you far better with your mouth unobstructed,” he says after round two. She’s lying on his chest with a hand over his heart, he’s playing with her hair.

    “That so?”

    “Yes. I also prefer you on top of me.”

    “Spock, if I didn’t know better I’d think you have a bit of a dominance kink.”

    “But as you do know me better … ?”

    “... I know you have a bit of a dominance kink.”

Spock doesn’t respond immediately.

    “I like it,” she ventures.

    “Nyota … I do not wish to force you into an action you would dislike.”

    “I liked it. If I didn’t, I’d’ve said something. Spock,” She pushes herself up so she can look into his eyes. “I know the whole ‘doing it in public’ thing was kind of a long time fantasy of yours, and I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. Yes, gagging me went into a direction I didn’t anticipate, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.”

    “I am … glad to hear that.”

She grins and kisses his cheek. “Good. Now let me sleep because otherwise I don’t see myself awake for alpha shift.”

    “Of course. Lights off. Goodnight, Nyota.”

    “Goodnight, Spock.”

so that was fun to write :D

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[jamest-kirk]

Could you write about a Mckirk + Spuhura camping trip?

It’s Uhura’s idea. Jim immediately agrees. Spock takes a little convincing, but the promise of having plenty of research samples in the woods is enough. That, and the way Uhura looks at him and talks about spending time with him socially definitely contributes to Spock’s agreeing to it. Bones, though, is a cold hard “no”. “Please,” Jim says, reaching out to hold both Bones’ hands, and he squeezes them lightly, “I’m asking nicely.” “Hmm,” Bones replies, “no.” “Why not?” Jim asks. “Camping. In the woods,” Bones says, “that’s why. It’s awful. There’s flies everywhere, no bathroom, no bedroom-” “It’s just for a weekend,” Jim says, “can you try to not be the grumpy old man? It’ll be good for you to get some fresh air. The fumes of med bay are wearing you down.” “Resorting to flattery, I hear,” Bones replies, “there’s not a thing in the world you can do to convince me to come.”

“So what did it take you to convince him?” Uhura asks Jim quietly. The two of them walk ahead of Spock and Bones, following the small mountain path that leads down to a lake clearing, where Uhura arranged everything to be, apparently. “Sex,” Jim admits sheepishly, and Uhura rolls her eyes. “Classy. I shouldn’t have expected anything else.” “Oh, like you were any different convincing Spock. Engaging ’socially’, you’re not fooling anyone,” Jim counters, nudging her arm and matching her grin with one of his own. 

Okay, Jim can tell Bones is trying. He’s trying not to curse so much when they struggle pitching their tent. He cusses under his breath a lot, and Jim’s pretty sure his name is muttered out multiple times in less than flattering manners, but Bones is trying. And Jim shows his appreciation of that by pressing him up against the closest tree, lips chasing his in a heated kiss - something that brightens Bones’ mood considerably, at least. 

Uhura isn’t an idiot. Their camp site isn’t entirely excluded. There are other campers not too far away. There’s even an outhouse with a functioning toilet and a shower a few hundred feet away, and a campsite shop with a very limited amount of food that looks locally caught, cooked, or brewed. They’re camping, but they’re not really as stuck in the wilderness as it looks. When she tells Bones about it, he lightens up to the point that he actually enjoys himself. 

He teaches Spock fishing at the lake - something that would’ve been relaxing had it not been for Jim cannonballing into the water right in front of them. “Fuck sake, Jim,” Bones curses at him when Jim climbs back out of the water. "You’re scaring all the fish away.“ “I think you and your grumpy face do that, too,” Jim counters, which is answered with Bones pushing him right off the pier and back into the water.

While Bones and Jim stay at the lake to swim, Spock and Uhura venture out on a hike. Besides the fresh air and a change of scenery from their usual recreational spaces in the Enterprise, it’s nice to spend some time solely in each other’s company. They can gossip about crew members shamelessly, while simultaneously enjoying the views of the lake and the lush green of the trees. They take a break at a river bed to watch the fish and other wildlife around them. 

The night is spent surrounding a camp fire, roasting food over the open fire and sharing ridiculous dating stories. It’s nice to gossip and share secrets. Jim and Bones sit next to each other, bickering over whether or not Jim did or did not get hurt on their last away mission. Spock and Uhura listen to them rather fondly, though they’re more fond of each other’s company - Uhura’s resting her head on his shoulder while Spock’s fingers run absentmindedly over her arm. “Hey,” Jim interrupts them, “I know what Vulcan kisses look like. Get a room.”

Spock gets hurt on a hike the next day. Rather, it’s an allergic reaction to a sting from a bug. Luckily, Bones is there with a med kid to stop the reaction from getting too bad. He advices Spock to take it slow, though, and so that’s a good excuse to spend the afternoon with Uhura lazing around in the hammock near their tent. Bones is reading a book on the pier, feet in the water, and Jim’s next to him playing a game on his PADD. And, probably, because he’s still a Captain, checking up on the Enterprise crew.

A night hike is made terrifying by Jim filming everything and telling fake horror stories about the woods until Uhura tells him to shut the hell up. Bones scoffs about Jim’s immaturity, but it’s definitely Bones who lies awake at night terrified of every unfamiliar sound around them. Which, in the woods, is every sound. He rolls over in their sleeping bag, shaking the other awake. “What?” “There’s someone outside,” Bones says, and Jim huffs, turning back around. “There’s other campers, Bones.” “No, Jim, seriously, you should check.” “You go check.” “Jim.” “I’m sleeping!” “Jim-!” “Fine,” Jim says, turning around to face Bones, and he hovers over him for a few seconds, “if this is nothing, I swear I’m going to make sure you’re not falling back asleep any time soon.”

He doesn’t catch a predator, or a wild animal. He catches Spock and Uhura making out - and he’s not sure which is worse. True to his word, though, Jim finds a distraction by keeping Bones awake now that he is, too.

All of them are tired, come morning, but pleasantly so. They have breakfast quietly, and then clean up their tents, making sure there's no mess left behind that would disrupt the local wildlife more than them being there. "Did you enjoy it?" Uhura asks when they head for their shuttle back. "I always enjoy spending time with you," Spock says. "It was great," Jim says. "It was okay," Bones replies, and Uhura smiles. "Same time next year?" She asks, and Bones smiles, too. "Wouldn't miss it."

#anonymous #mckirk #spuhura #otp: damn it jim #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #bones #spock #nyota uhura #mckirkenterprise #enterprise au #other au #other enterprise au

[janeykath318]

Don’t Mess With Pregnant Ladies

Pairings: Fem Kirk/Bones, Spuhura

Warnings: None 

Their captors were writing the book on how NOT to stage a kidnapping for ransom, Jamie thought as she delivered a powerful kick to the gut of the angry Romulan that was trying to keep her from escaping. First of all The dingbats had thought two pregnant, well-known Starfleet officers would be easy prey, despite their vast experience and combat skills. Second, they clearly didn’t understand the power of motherhood when faced with threats to their offspring. As soon as they’d hauled Jamie and Nyota in front of the view screen and pointed phasers at their stomachs in full view of Spock and Bones, their plan had gone south as the mama bear mode went into full effect. Jamie tried to flash Bones a reassuring look, the poor man looked so terrified. 

“I’ve got this,” she mouthed to him, just before nodding to Uhura and flying into action. The Romulan tough guy wannabes were taken off guard at the fierceness of their hostages. Nyota could see Spock was exerting supreme effort to contain his agitation even as he worked with Sulu and Chekov to pinpoint their location. She kneed her captor right in his privates and he doubled over in pain, where she was able to grab his neck area and perform the nerve pinch Spock had taught her. He passed out cold. Jamie was just finishing off her guard when Nyota looked back over at her and the two shared a triumphant grin before turning to the screen to reassure their worried mates. “They didn’t get my boot knife, Uhura,” Jamie panted. “What about you?” “Still there,” she confirmed, her smile growing. “Let’s cut these ropes. We’re okay, Spock. Baby is doing fine, if a bit confused.” She had the advantage of having a telepathic bond with her little one, which was very comforting right now. Jamie was farther along, but only had the movement and mother instinct to go on. The Captain patted her stomach and smiled. “So is Davy. I think He’s annoyed with me for disturbing his nap. Seriously, he kicks like I do.” “Glad to hear that, darlin’” the doctor replied. “Try to take it easy if you can until we get there. Spock thinks he’s found the ship you’re on. It’s cloaking technology is not very good, luckily. Should have you out of there soon.” “Thanks, Bones,” Jamie said, beginning to peel off her right boot with her tied hands. She soon found she had to sit down to do it properly and managed to extract her knife, which she offered to Uhura. “Mind cutting the ropes? I’ll do yours next. These idiots didn’t think to tie our hands behind us.” “Are you certain there are no more crew aboard?” Spock asked cautiously. “We’ll be ready for them if there are,” Jamie answered determinedly, relieving the unconscious guards of their weapons upon freeing the lieutenant. She heaved herself to her feet (which was rather tricky due to her being seven months along) and examined the phaser, which was very high powered and lethal. “This thing doesn’t even have a stun setting,” she exclaimed. “They don’t mess around, I guess. We’ll only use these if we absolutely have to. Spock, do you have a read on this ship, yet?” “I do,” he confirmed. “But In order to retrieve you, it’s shields must be lowered. It would be preferable for it to be done manually. I will not risk firing while you and Lieutenant Uhura are on board.” “Understood, Commander,” Jamie said. “Well, luckily the best linguist in the Fleet is here, so we have a much better chance at finding the control in this maze.” Walking towards the computer banks, she began scanning them for anything that might be remotely connected to shield function. Both of them working together (Uhura deciphering the Romulan and Jamie figuring out the system) were able to succeed in lowering the shields, albeit after some trial and error. “I hear footsteps!” Uhura warned. “Does Scotty have our coordinates yet?” “Not yet, but he will very shortly.” Spock’s tone suggested dire consequences for the engineer should he be tardy in the transport. The footsteps grew louder and angry voices were heard yelling in Romulan when they realized they’d been locked out of the bridge. “It won’t hold long!” Jamie yelled, watching the door carefully, and taking aim with the phaser. “Get us out of here!” Just as the metal gave way under the battering of the Romulans, they were caught up by the transporter beams and beamed to safety. Leonard shook with relief, grasping the arm of the captain’s chair he’d been standing and watching the whole mess. They were safe. Jamie was safe. Meeting eyes with Spock, he could see the tension release from the first officer as well and he rose from the chair swiftly. “Mr. Sulu, you have the conn,” he ordered. Sulu nodded and took his place. Leonard almost ran to the lift to get to the transporter room, Spock striding along at a pace much faster than he normally used. “Bones!” Jamie exclaimed, as her husband met her in a tight embrace upon her return. (Well, as tight as they could with her bump in the middle). “Oh, Jamie darlin’,” he breathed between kisses. “I’m so glad you’re safe. I’ve haven’t been so scared in years.” Jamie held on tightly, more relieved than she’d ever let on, but she was very thankful to get back to her Bones. “There was no way I was going to let them hurt Davy,” she said. “They underestimated us again.” “They sure did,” Leonard replied, pride filling him at how his wife had handled those bad guys–in her third trimester, no less! “C'mon, Darlin’” he motioned at last, with a glance at her abdomen. “Let’s get you checked out. Make sure that drug they hit you with didn’t cause any problems. Who knows what was in it?” Reluctant as she was to move, she allowed him to guide her off the transporter and head towards Medbay. At least she wasn’t waddling, yet. Nyota, meanwhile, was allowing Spock to reassure himself of her and the baby’s wellbeing via their bond. She knew her abduction had been extremely stressful for him, even more so with her being pregnant. Vulcans were very protective of their mates and she’d seen that murderous look flickering in his eyes when the thug had a phaser aimed at her. “I am grateful you are unharmed, k'diwa,” he said out loud at last. “Despite my uneasiness, I do acknowledge Your combat skills are quite impressive. It reminded me of seeing you fight Krall’s troops on Altamid.” “Only a lot more awkwardly with my baby bump,” she added, fingers intertwining with his. Spock closed his eyes and the corner of his mouth twitched upward with the sensation the contact produced. “Perhaps we should adjourn to Medbay and then our quarters?” He suggested. “Dr. McCoy will want to confirm your good condition as well as the captain’s.” “A good suggestion, love,” she replied and they followed Jamie and Leonard out the door. 

Note: When I post this on Ao3, I’m planning on adding some alternate endings for Scirk and Pirk, because I want to explore Pike’s and Scotty’s reactions to this as well. I’m doing my best to lure people into the genderswap trash can:) @southernbellestatues @kingarthurscat @mrseclipse9856

#my fics #mckirk #bones x Kirk #Kirk x McCoy #spock x uhura

[depressedkakashihatake]

Spuhura + tribbles!

Nyota thinks Tribbles are cute. Theyre cuddly and they make such sweet soothing sounds, and they annoy the fuck out of Jim so they HAVE to be perfect just for that.But spock? Dear god, Spock gets hold of a Tribble and refuses to let go. He’s almost possessive over the damn thing and no one is allowed to take it away from him. Not even nyota.It’s cute, but Spock gets offended everytime Nyota says so. It’s like she’s burying his logical way of life in a grave, based on the horrified look he gives her when she tells him he’s being adorable. Of course, there’s a no Tribble rule of the enterprise (thank you James T. “Fun killer” Kirk) So Nyota has to deal with the fact that SOMEONE has to attempt to take Spock’s favorite Tribble away from him, and since everyone else is too chicken shit, it has to be her. But she can’t do it.Nyota can do a lot of things. She can smack talk a Klingon, tell Kirk he’s being an idiot, make Leonard McCoy grin from ear to ear, and even get Spock to smile once in a while. A special smile that makes her stomach tie up in knots and her heart stop.But she CANNOT take away Spock’s tribble. The mere Suggestion makes him give her the most pathetic and heart broken look, and gdi that should not be possible. He’s a vulcan, this is illogical as fuck. So she does what any good girlfriend would do.She convinced Leonard to go behind his boyfriends back, take out all reproductive capabilities from the tribble, and returns it to Spock asap. Jim does try to get mad at her for it, but thankfully she can actually throw some blame at leonard, and Jim thinks Leonard hung the moon and can do no wrong. It makes it impossible for him to question the move. And Nyota gets the best reward for it all. She gets to see Spock come back to their quarters every night, pick up his tribble and curl into bed behind her while he pets it and kisses the back of her neck. Really, there’s no better sight than Spock with with a tribble in his hands petting it constantly. It’s adorable and Nyota loves it.

[dawnquafam]

Spyota+ "Jim, the are doing it again!" Please. I loved Ur last spuhura post and thought it was rlly cute❤️

A/N: Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy this too

Set in my We Could Not Stay verse, but only because I wanted to write mom!Nyota, so you don’t have to read it to understand this

Inspired by a post I saw the other day about Spirk’s bond, but I didn’t reblog it so I have no hope of finding it to add a link whoops

Nyota prided herself on being professional. She allowed herself moments of play and romance – this crew was her family, after all, and she loved them more than anyone except her daughters – but her mother had always taught her that a professional woman was a successful woman, and overall, she preferred to adhere to that.

However, running on a mere hour of sleep snatched from various catnaps whilst spending most of the night trying to console a feverish three-month-old didn’t exactly leave her in the best position to focus on the dreadfully dull, first thing in the morning weekly meeting of the command crew. She could hardly bring herself to pay attention to Scotty’s ramblings about the engine’s status on her best days, and the tantalizing smell of the coffee that she desperately needed but couldn’t drink wasn’t helping matters one bit.

Nyota.

Spock’s voice echoed in her mind, a little telepathic nudge to wakefulness, and she hurried to refocus on the meeting, straightening her slouching posture. He sat beside her, hands resting on the table in front of him, head tilted ever so slightly to look at her sympathetically. He had lost his own fair share of sleep due to Amanda’s illness over the last week, though his Vulcan heritage had given him a decidedly unfair advantage in being able to overcome it.

Jim would not begrudge you a day off, he pointed out, not for the first time. But as much as she had loved the guaranteed abundance of quality time with her daughters, having none of her Starfleet work to do during maternity leave had soon left her feeling bored, not to mention occasionally helpless during the instances when Spock and the others were stranded off the ship. Given that she had only returned to work two weeks ago, she was reluctant to give up her job again so soon, so as the topic shifted from Scotty’s engine reports to Hikaru detailing their various course deviations and potential obstacles on the route ahead, she touched her fingertips lightly to Spock’s arm to reassure him that step wasn’t necessary.

He rested his hand beside hers, their fingers brushing, and gave her a dubious look. I know you are worried about her.

I am, she admitted, lowering her gaze. But Len says she’ll be fine. She’s just being fussy.

And yet, emotions often deny the logic of such reassurances.

It shouldn’t have been a terribly amusing thing to hear, but between the sleep deprivation and the faint tinge of his resigned dryness echoing across their bond, she had to work quickly to hide a laugh, ducking her head and pretending to cough into her elbow.

Unfortunately, that drew everyone’s attention to her. “Are you all right, Lieutenant?” Jim asked.

She cleared her throat, lifting her head and trying not to look at Spock. “I’m fine, sir.”

Len’s eyes were narrowed, flicking between her and Spock. “Jim, they’re doing it again.”

Spock tilted his head innocently. “We are doing what again, Doctor?”

He gestured between them. “Your telepathy thing.”

“We are not,” Spock denied. Not anymore, he added silently.

She nearly lost it again at the little caveat, and while his expression didn’t betray it, she felt his amusement as well as Len began to protest. “But you two were looking at each other, and touching each other-”

“As married couples are wont to do,” Spock pointed out, perfectly maintaining his air of innocence.

“Well, yeah, but-” Len huffed in frustration “-but not you, hobgoblin.”

Spock’s eyebrow rose. “Are you saying I do not look at my wife?”

“That is not what I was saying and you know it.”

Nyota now had her hand over her mouth to hide her grin, very nearly holding her breath to contain her laughter, and everyone else around the table was undergoing a similar struggle – save Pavel, who had given up and was just chuckling behind his hand. “Bones, you sound like a crazy person,” Jim said, just barely managing to sound like a concerned friend over his mirth. “They weren’t doing anything.”

Len spluttered. “But you saw how they were looking at each other! They only do it like that-” he waved a hand at his head “-when they’re doing their Vulcan voodoo.”

“You seem quite perturbed by this aspect of our marriage,” Spock observed. “Are you jealous, perhaps?”

The heat in Len’s glare could’ve lit Earth’s polar ice caps on fire. “I’m not jealous, Spock.”

“Paranoid, then.”

“Look, it’s creepy that you two can have entire secret conversations right in front of people.”

Nyota finally regained enough control to speak. “We don’t need our bond to do that, Len. You, for example, only speak English and Spanish, whereas we could converse easily in Vulcan, Swahili, Hebrew, Russian, Romulan, Andorian, Klingon-”

“Ok, stop showing off,” Len interrupted. He looked around the table. “It’s creepy, right? Those little moments they have?”

“Those little moments have saved our lives occasionally,” Jim reminded him.

Len threw up his hands. “I’m so alone.”

“On the contrary, Doctor, you are in a room with-”

“Shut up, Spock.”

Pavel’s half-suppressed chuckles turned into full-blown laughter, and that was all everyone else needed to burst out laughing as well, Len glaring at each and every one of them.

With everyone distracted, Spock reached out to take Nyota’s hand, twining their fingers together. “Are you feeling better?” he asked quietly.

She looked up at him, her amused grin fading to a soft smile. “Much better,” she answered, just as quietly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, my love.”

He squeezed her hand, returning her thank you with a gentle cheek kiss of his own. “You are welcome, Nyota.”

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[dawnquafam]

Spuhura + “shh, stop fussing. I am just braiding your hair.”

A/N: This was supposed to be quick but it got away from me. I just… love sleepy Spock. (Also I changed the phrasing a little bit to keep it in-character)

Nyota sat by the corner of the cavernous shelter they resided in, next to the pair of cots she and Spock had been given. It was an underground structure carved out of the stone that composed much of the planet’s crust. Intricate designs had been etched into the grey walls, depicting a number of the native culture’s myths and legends that she and Spock had learned about in great detail during the first two hours they had been sequestered away down here. The sconces adorning each wall at regular intervals held orbs with no power source that Spock had been able to figure out, yet each one cast a steady, warm light over a fair distance, floor lamps with the same orbs lighting the center of the room.

It was a large room, consisting simply of four walls, designed only to protect every member of the town from the fierce storms of acid rain that occasionally struck. A few families had strung up their blankets as curtains for privacy, each one colorful and woven with beautiful abstract patterns that Nyota greatly admired, but the majority of the town’s residents chose to stay in the open area at the center, singing, dancing, praying, or simply chatting to pass the time.

They called themselves the Khuqiel, a people small in stature but grand in heart. They were slender, most of them hardly reaching Nyota’s shoulders, their pale purple skin covered in a fine layer of white fur that almost seemed to glow when they were happy, which seemed to be all the time from what Nyota had seen. She was rather certain that, had she not been there as a buffer, their boundless enthusiasm would’ve overwhelmed her husband.

As it was, however, they were approaching their sixteenth hour in this shelter that the Enterprise’s transporter couldn’t penetrate, and with little else to do, he had decided to brave their propensity for physical affection even amongst strangers for the sake of scientific inquiry. Nyota had smiled and set to work on the collection of children’s schoolwork she had been provided with, taking advantage of their sudden abundance of free time to familiarize herself with their two most common languages, a pile of papers and books spread on the ground before her, centered around a computer programmed with interactive lessons.

She was just beginning to wrap her mind around their second language’s extremely complex rules of verb conjugation when, after four hours of discussions with their town’s foremost scientists, Spock returned to her. He picked his way carefully through her work to sit beside her, and only a mere handful of people in the galaxy besides herself would’ve been able to detect the heaviness with which he sat, or the slight blankness in his eyes that spoke of profound exhaustion.

Though she wanted to gather him close and insist he rest, Nyota left the option of touch up to him. “Did you learn anything?” she asked.

“I learned that I will never again take for granted how restrained humans are with touch,” he answered resignedly.

Nyota looked at him sympathetically. “When the storm passes, I promise I’ll convince Jim to give you plenty of time off to hide in our quarters.”

“I would appreciate that,” he said, just a little too desperately.

She couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “We’ll be out of here soon enough.”

“I doubt that,” he muttered, eyeing a Khuqielan that appeared for a brief moment to be heading in their direction.

She shook her head affectionately, shifting slightly so anyone would have to talk to her before him. “You could sleep,” she suggested. “They wouldn’t bother you then.”

“You know I do not like sleeping with so many people around.”

“Yes, you might slip up and crack a smile during your dream,” she teased.

Looking around, she found him staring at her with pursed lips, his limbs gathered protectively close to his body. “We could be here for another thirty-eight hours, sweetheart,” she pointed out, “and you haven’t slept in nearly a week. Sooner or later, you may have to sleep here whether you want to or not.”

He paled. “I rather hope this is not one of their two-day storms.”

She sighed, knowing he wouldn’t give in on this. “All right,” she acquiesced. “Can you at least try to meditate? That’s a little restful, at least.”

He considered, conceding with a nod. “I will meditate.”

“Thank you.”

He settled into his preferred meditation pose, and she returned to her study. They continued this way in amicable silence for a short while, accented by the soothing background of the Khuqielans’ chatter, until Nyota heard a new noise: Snoring.

It was tiny. Faint. And coming from behind her.

Not that she needed that last detail to recognize Spock’s snore.

She hardly had time to arch an eyebrow before it cut off, no doubt by him jerking awake as he began to slump over. She pressed her lips together, focusing on her struggle not to laugh, and jumped a little when she suddenly felt fingers in her hair.

“My apologies,” he said, his voice dangerously close to slurring. “I am only braiding your hair.”

“Because you fell asleep and are now trying to stay awake?”

“…Perhaps.”

She turned around, smiling at his sheepish expression. “Spock. Just go to sleep.”

“I do not want to.”

He sounded like a petulant child. “Spock.”

“Nyota.”

Getting onto her knees, Nyota gripped his shoulders and gently pushed him down until he lay on the nearest cot. He resisted slightly, but she suspected it was more for show than anything, because he melted readily enough onto the soft surface. Knowing he found it easier to admit he needed sleep if she did as well, she closed her borrowed computer and snuggled onto the cot beside him. They barely fit, her back pressed snugly against his chest, his knees drawn up so his feet didn’t dangle, thus pushing her own knees over the edge, but once she pulled the pink blanket with a floral pattern over the two of them, he was all but hidden from sight, and that was the final push he needed. Giving in to his exhaustion, he nestled his face into the back of her neck, seeking her warmth, and wrapped his arms around her. “Good night, sweetheart,” she murmured.

He didn’t respond, already out like a light, faintly snoring in seconds.

Content as she always was in his arms, Nyota was quick to follow him.

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[jamest-kirk]

Would you consider writing spuhura? Maybe about them absolutely sucking at keeping their relationship a secret?

Okay, ignoring the Academy, consider this:

Sulu is the first to know, alright? Sulu catches up on that shit faster than anyone else. He sees those glances. Recognises the way Uhura smiles at him, because that’s how he smiles at Ben, too, when the other speaks about work. Spock is mostly quiet and reserved, but to Uhura he speaks his mind. They sit together in the recreational areas - closer than most friendly coworkers would, and they talk. Uhura’s all wild gestures and office gossip, Spock listens intently, and adds on to whatever gossip Uhura doesn’t know yet. Uhura might back off a little when she catches Sulu looking, but Sulu knows better. They are absolutely dating.

Chekov is a little more oblivious, but he catches them outside Spock’s quarters. He’s just minding his own business, but he catches sight of Spock leaning in to kiss Uhura’s cheek, and since then - he’s paying attention. Sulu laughs about it when Chekov tells him, saying a simple: “I know”, and the two of them spy on Uhura and Spock now and then.

Bones knows, too. Of course he does. He’s not very subtle about it, either. “There anything you wanna tell me?” he asks Spock during his medical checkup, and Spock shrugs lightly. “You are the professional here,” Spock says, “I expect you to tell me if something’s wrong.” “Nothing’s wrong, Spock,” Bones says, “you’re as healthy as a Vulcan should be.” “Good,” Spock nods, and he’s quiet for a few seconds. Hesitant, before adding: “I know you illegally brought Jim on this ship.” “Illegally? No,” Bones replies, “merely bent the rules to my advantage.” “That’s cheating.” “You need him on this ship.” “Arguably.” “Just like you need this,” Bones starts, now hellbent on making Spock uncomfortable, and so he reaches out into the drawer of his desk, placing a handful of condoms in Spock’s hands, “can’t have unprotected sex on this ship. You can thank me later.”

He doesn’t. 

Even though he’s secretly grateful.

“Aye, fuck sake,” Scotty complains loudly when he catches yet another couple in a quiet corner down in the engine room, “git a room! And I dinnae mean this one!” But he falls silent when he recognizes Spock and Uhura, smiling at them a little uncomfortably, because that’s his First Officer and his Communications Officer right there. Like most, they’ve found a quiet corner down in engineering right after the alpha shift ended, and just before the beta crew is entirely into place, so it’s usually more quiet. It’s not the first time Scotty’s found people hiding out for makeout sessions, but it’s the first one he finds the two of them here. Much to Scotty’s disapproval, though, it’s not the last time he runs into them.

But Jim, Jim is fucking clueless. By now, Spock and Uhura suspect everyone knows, so they’re not even subtle about it. They share coffees in the morning, talk quietly and don’t hold back from gentle touches in public. But apparently, Jim’s none the wiser. It explains his surprised look when he joins Uhura and Spock in the transporter room, getting ready to rescue Pike off Nero’s ship. “Come back to me,” Uhura says quietly, and Spock nods. “I promise, Nyota.”  Jim frowns, trying not to invade that conversation, especially not when Uhura shoots him a warning glare, but the moment they beam aboard - rather than following their direct mission, Jim walks closely next to Spock. “Her first name’s Nyota?” He asks quietly, and Spock huffs. “Can we focus on our current objective?” “You two are dating?” Jim presses, a little louder. “Yes, I thought that much was clear,” Spock hisses quietly. “Clear to whom?” Jim asks, and Spock sighs. “Everyone.”

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