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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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You knew Spock had feelings, all Vulcans did, they just didn't show them in a way humans, or most species, were used to, preferring to be guided by logic.

Your problem was that you didn't know whether Spock had feelings for you.

And you had no idea how to figure it out, without potentially making a fool of yourself. He didn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve.

You were both working late, studying the artefact retrieved from the last away mission, and you couldn't stop watching him as he worked next to you at the table.

It took you a minute to realise you were even doing it, too tired and too distracted, until Spock turned to you, feeling your eyes on him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, causing you to sit up straight suddenly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Me? Er yeah, fine, just a little tired," you tried, mentally kicking yourself for how unconvincing you sounded.

"The tone of your voice indicates that you are no being entirely honest," Spock devised, placing the scanner he had in his hand down to give you his full attention, "if something is bothering you, you can tell me."

You hadn't anticipated doing this here and now, but you could tell that Spock was not going to let it go until you were honest with him.

"I've just, been thinking," you began, not really sure how to phrase this.

Spock raised one eyebrow, "thinking? About what?" He turned on his chair so his whole body was facing towards you.

"Vulcans and their... feelings," god, you were failing at this miserably.

"Our emotions?" He asked slowly and you nodded, "why the sudden curiosity?

"Forget I said anything," you replied quickly, feeling your cheeks heating up as you walked away.

"I can see from your embarassed reaction that I might have something wrong," Spock tried to deduce, angling his head slightly as he watched you.

"No, you haven't Spock, I mean it isn't-" you blabbed hopelessly, seeing no way out of the ginormous hole you dug for yourself.

Spock studied you for a moment, and then when you felt like you couldn't take his eyes burning into you any longer, what appeared to be a look of realisation passed over his face.

"Ah," he said, "I believe I know what this is about."

"You- you do?" You blinked, unsure of where this was going. You'd known Spock a long time, and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin your friendship.

"Yes," Spock said matter-of-factly, but then said nothing further for a long stretch of a moment.

"... and?" You prompted, not wanting to be the one to fill in the blanks in case you were wrong.

"And you are wondering if I have feelings for you," he told you, watching as you took a sharp inhale of breath. His statement had given nothing away.

"Spock-" you began, hoping to explain yourself in a way that would salvage his conversation.

"I do," he cut you off, and you felt the tension that had been building disipate instantly.

"You do?? You doublechecked, voice quieter than you'd intended.

"Yes, I believed that was obvious," he informed you, "we have been spending a lot of timetogether, working yes, but also eating together and spending time alone together for the sake of enjoying each other's company."

That was true, and it was when you'd developed feelings for him too, learning about each other, opening up to each other, finding out what you had in common...

He noticed your confused pause, and continued, "I can see now that this was not as obvious as I had previously thought, I apologise, on Vulcan-"

"No, it's okay Spock," you smiled, feeling a little silly, "I thought maybe, you know, that you did, but I didn't want to think I was reading into things the wrong way."

"I assure you, you were not," Spock promised, putting a hand on yours. You squeezed his hand, very much relieved

"Might I also assume," he added after a pause, "that this means you have feelings for me also?"

"Huh?" It took you a second to realise what he was asking, before you laugh, "oh, yes, yes I do."

"Good," he nodded, the corners of his lips twitching into what you would consider a smile for him, "because that would have made this rather awkward if not."

Before you could ask what this he was referring to, he leaned in and kissed you.

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Much More Than Fond

Plot: Malcolm often comes off as a pushy, teasing, frenemy to you. But unbeknownst to you, he actually cares quite a lot about you. You could even say he has a crush.

Pairing: Malcolm Reed x Gn!Reader

Requested Prompts: "In your dreams!" "Every night, actually." + 'Secret Admirer' A/n: It's not straight forward with the secret admirer prompt; more like 'admires from afar secretly' lol

Requested By: @fandomdancer (these are from Valentines Day sorry it took me so long to get to them)

Warnings: Brief mentions of not eating/drinking water (neglecting health) - So take this as a reminder to eat and drink some water!

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Making your way into your work space, you sighed as your head ached. You had gotten so busy with repairs, you had forgotten to eat or drink any water. You knew you should go to the cafeteria, but you couldn't ignore the reports you had to fill out.

Walking towards your desk, your eyes locked on a granola bar, a bowl of fruit and a bottle of water sitting on your desk. You blinked a few times as you looked around.

This was the third time you found snacks and water left at your desk when you had been busy with work. The first time you ignored it, thinking someone left them there accidentally but when it kept happening, you grew even more curious.

You asked around, but no one claimed them to be theirs, and no one knew who was doing it, or at least they didn't want to tell you.

You wondered how they always knew you hadn't eaten anything, and how did they always know your favorite snacks? You had received your favorite candy bar, fruit snacks, muffin, and now a granola bar. So whoever it was clearly knew you more than you were expecting.

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As Malcolm marched down the corridor, his eyes caught on a familiar figure. Glancing into the room, he spotted you working on some damage from the last mission. Your face was knit in concentration as a granola bar was sticking out of your mouth.

He smirked to himself as he kept walking, his heart fluttering a bit in his chest. He had heard you asking around about the snacks being left on your desk, but no one, especially you, would have considered him as the culprit.

Malcolm tried to convince himself he was just being kind, but he knew it was more than that. The two of you had a complicated relationship. You would bicker, argue, tease each other, and sometimes even joke around with one another. That latter, usually if you were both teasing Trip. But people would hardly consider you friends.

Malcolm didn't think of you as much more than a colleague for a long time, but slowly, he found his eyes following you, checking on you, teasing you on purpose just so he could see the way you scrunched up your face in annoyance.

He had even started to notice and familiarize himself with your routines and habits. He knew you woke up at the same time every day whether or not you had duty. How you'd check with everyone and see if they needed anything before you left.

He knew your go to style of burger, pasta, pizza, the way you make your coffee or tea, your favorite fruit, your favorite muffins and candies.

And, he knew you had a tendency to get so caught up in your work that you would forget to take care of yourself. He would notice you missing lunch, or even dinner. He'd spot you going to Phlox for headaches because you forgot to drink water. And he found himself growing worried.

He knew you loved your work, and he admired that about you, but he didn't want to see you hurt yourself in the process. That was one of the first signs that Malcolm no longer saw you as just a colleague. Actually, Malcolm was far, far past that.

So far past that, that he caught himself thinking about you more often than he'd like. If the chef was cooking one of your favorite meals, he had to convince himself not to go tell you. If he heard you laugh, his stomach would erupt in butterflies. If something he said made you smile, he cold hardly repress a grin.

If he told anyone how he was feeling, he knew what they would say. Malcolm Reed has a crush.

The thought alone made Malcolm want to curl up into a ball. He knew there was nothing wrong with feelings, or relationships, but in a way he thought he was stronger than this. But as much as he wanted to think that of himself, he knew better. He had fallen for you, hard.

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Your eyes flicked over to Malcolm as you entered the security room. You had a few repairs there, but weren't expecting to see him, he was usually on the bridge at this time.

You often found yourself avoiding him. At first it was because he got on your nerves, but recently, as much as you hated yourself for it, it was because he made you nervous. If he would smirk or smile at you, your stomach would twist with a giddy feeling. If you caught him looking at you for any reason, your ears would burn. You hated it, just like you were supposed to hate him.

"More repairs Y/n?" His smooth voice echoed through the room.

You felt yourself jolt slightly as he acknowledged you, and by using your first name. You peered over your shoulder at him to find him looking at you.

Butterflies.

You swallowed briefly as you looked back at the control panel "No, I thought I'd go for a jog."

He smirked to himself "Perfect weather for it."

You smiled softly to yourself, but didn't reply, instead trying to focus on your work.

There were a few moments of silence before you felt a presence grow closer. Peering back a bit, you noticed Malcolm was now at a computer panel just behind you. His presence sent a shiver up your neck, but you tried to ignore it.

The silence was broken as Malcolm began humming an unfamiliar tune, repeating the same melody over and over.

As much as your ears burned due to his proximity, your annoyance grew. "Don't you know any other songs?" You finally spoke up, annoyance lacing your voice.

Malcolm smirked, glad he finally got your attention. "Hmm, well there is this one-"

As he started to hum a now familiar tune, you shook your head "No, anything but that."

He laughed, knowing the tune from the old western that played on repeat for three weeks at movie night would trigger your annoyance.

He chuckled softly "Well what would you prefer?"

"Silence?"

He snorted softly but went silent. You slowly started to regain concentration on your job, but it was broken as you felt as though he had gotten closer.

Looking back, you almost jumped at the proximity of your bodies as Malcolm peered over your shoulder, almost touching you.

His eyes met yours and your ears burned hot, he rose a brow and you stuttered out "Don't you know what personal space is?"

"Can't I see what you're doing in my security room?"

"I'm repairing, it's what I do."

Malcolm was afraid he was imagining the effect he had on you, but as your eyes darted nervously back to your work, he thought maybe he wasn't imagining anything.

Leaning down, he brought his face closer to yours and spoke softly "Am I making you nervous?"

You froze momentarily, and he swore your breathing stopped. But you quickly recovered as you side-eyed him.

"No, you're making me angry."

He chuckled but didn't move to leave, instead speaking again "Really? 'Cause your ears seem to be turning a different color."

You felt embarrassment and anger rush through you, could he see how he was affecting you? And was he making fun of you for it?

You met his eyes, your faces a mere inch from each other, you hissed "In your dreams."

You saw his eyes dip down to your lips for a split second. And as you heard the security room doors slide open, a faint smile played on his lips "Every night actually."

Giving you no time to respond, Malcolm rose and turned towards the new visitors and approached them, talking animatedly to the other security officers.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, as your ears and neck burned hot. Quickly finishing your repairs, you left before you could speak with Malcolm again. But as you left, you could feel his eyes on you.

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After your interaction with Malcolm, you threw yourself into your work to distract yourself. But by doing this, you managed to finish everything faster than normal.

As you sat at your desk, glancing at the clock, you noted it was dinner. But surely Malcolm wold be there, and you had no desire to see him at this moment.

You wanted to know what he meant by his comment. If he was just teasing you and he meant nothing by it, or, if there was truth in it. As much as you wanted to know, you also did not.

Sighing at your own indecisiveness you leaned back in your chair, eyes closed.

Hearing the door slide open, you turned and looked with light surprise. Your heart jolted as your breath caught in your throat as you saw Malcolm standing in the doorway.

Malcolm quickly shoved his hand behind his back as he stared at you. There was a moment of silence between you before he cleared his throat "Hello."

You quirked your brow in confusion as you tried to ignore your hammering heart. Your eyes glanced down at his hidden hand before you met his eyes.

"Can I help you?"

"I- uh, didn't think you'd be in here right now."

Was he nervous? You turned more in your chair so you were now facing him fully.

"Where else would I be?

"Well- I figured you were off repairing something since you did not come to dinner again."

"Oh." You felt a tug at your heart as you realized he noticed your absence. You suddenly wondered how many times he had noticed you were gone before.

Suddenly you felt a light bulb go off in your head as your eyes trailed down to his hidden hand again.

"Why would you come here if you thought I wouldn't be here?"

Malcolm could tell in the tone of your voice that you had figured it out. With a slightly defeated sigh, he brought his hand out into view, revealing a bowl of fruit.

"I heard- I know you like these, so I thought you'd want some before they were all eaten."

Your heart skipped a beat as your ears burned hot again. You stared at the fruit before you slowly looked up at his eyes. He was staring down, seemingly too shy to meet your eyes. It was a side of him you had never seen, and you were startled by how it affected you.

Barely able to repress a smile you stood up, your voice coming out softly. "So it's you then?"

Malcolm looked up and met your eyes, raising his brow.

"The one who keeps leaving me food and water?"

"Ah...well. Yes." He cleared his throat as he walked over to your desk, setting the fruit down, all while avoiding your eyes. "I had just been noticing recently what with the damage to the ship, that you've been working a lot of over time, and that you'd been missing lunch and dinner quite often, and I was afraid you might fall ill, so I thought I might as well leave you some food to remind you to eat.

As he rambled with a nervousness you had never seen, your heart was fluttering as you felt touched by his sudden caring side.

"Thank you Malcolm." You said softly, causing him to stop rambling and finally meet your eyes.

When he saw the soft expression on your face, he felt his heart melt in his chest.

"Well, you're welcome."

You smiled as you looked down at the fruit "How- how did you know what my favorite fruit was, or my favorite candy bar, well, everything you've been leaving for me has been my favorite."

Malcolm smiled, forcing away any embarrassment he might be feeling. "I know quite a lot about you actually. Things I've...noticed about you recently."

"Noticed? Like what?"

His eyes seemed to roam your face for a second and you felt vulnerable. But his face remained soft, as he smiled.

"Like how you take your coffee and tea, and how you always close your eyes when you take a drink of it. The way you walk the long way around to your station so you can check on everyone first. Or how you get so lost in your work you forget to take care of yourself."

There was a tone in his voice with this last sentence, that made it seem as though he was chastising you. But the smile on his face told you he was worried for you.

"Out of the two of us, who was the one who collapsed due to sleep deprivation?"

Malcolm chuckled "Touché."

You smiled "Thank you, for caring, it's kind of surprising really, I thought-"

"That I didn't like you?"

"Well, I at least thought you weren't very fond of me"

He smiled "I wasn't once. But then I started to see you for who you really are, and now, well now I'm much more than fond of you."

You smiled at each other as your eyes remained locked for a moment, taking the moment, you spoke softly. "I'm quite fond of you too actually."

"Is that so?" He questioned with a raise of his brow, his grin widening.

"Yes. As annoying as you can be, you are quite charming."

He chuckled "I'm sorry for all the teasing."

You shook your head with a soft laugh "It's alright, in a way, the teasing is what made me realize I liked you."

"Well then I wont stop."

You chuckled and shook your head with light bewilderment.

He grinned at you and cleared his throat "Well, are you still working or...would you like to accompany me to the dining hall? There's still time to eat, if you want."

"With you?"

"Yes, with me."

You smiled widely at him "I'd love too."

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cannibalcoyote · 1 year

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Christopher Pike: Arguments

Imagine having an argument with your father(Christopher Pike) over you having a boyfriend right before the SOS from Vulcan:

"Dad stop, I've known him since high school. You've met him and liked him!" I exclaimed as I walked through the house, my father closely following with an exasperated expression upon his face.

"Yah well, that was then and this is now!" He argued back. Finally getting fed up, I turn around, my hands in tight fists, my hair messy due to my frustration. My father doesn't look as angry as I am, he looks more unhappy than angry. His eyes seem defensive, but his posture screams dominance over the conversation.

"You don't get to stop me! I don't live under this roof anymore, you're not even my real dad!" My words are cold and precise, the sharpness in them could lacerate the toughest of materials. My expression may seem cruel and cold, but I can feel my body subconsciously wince at the low blow at the end of my sentence. I want to take it back, but I refuse to back down.

His strong look falters, his eyes dropping to the floor for a second before reconnecting with mine. His anger is completely gone, left only with an injured look, almost as though I had slapped him. The fight leaves him, I can practically see his body deflate before he speaks.

"You're right.... You don't live here... and I'm not your father." His voice feigns coldness, but I can hear the barely audible tremble at the end. My own eyes burn with tears as he turns his back to me, walking back through the house. I stand there for a few seconds, simply stunned by the turn of events.

I had walked in here with the intent of introducing my father to my boyfriend, who I first met in high school, then reconnected with in StarFleet. He's only a year younger than me, but his intelligence attracted me the moment I met him, and don't get me started on his accent. We had been good friends in high school, and when we reconnected in Star Fleet we developed a new kind of attraction. We've been going strong for a couple of months, and I thought it was time I told my father, and arranged to introduce them to each other.

I didn't, however, plan on my father treating me as though I was too young to make my own decisions. As soon as I brought up my boyfriend, he turned rigid, his eyes hardened, and his fists clenched at the thought that I was dating someone. I admit, I also overreacted. I never wanted this to happen, I just wanted to introduce the man who raised me to the man I fell in love with.

I wanted to walk after him, I wanted to yell out his name and exclaim my apologies. Instead, I pivoted on my heel, turning the polished handle and opening the door, then slamming it shut before driving home.

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Arriving at my quarters, I 'gracefully' stumble out of my car, slowly walking into the building to find my room. I sleep in separate quarters as I'm not a student but a teacher. I'm rifling through my purse in search of my keys when I get an instant message that Vulcan is requesting Star Fleets assistance, and to report for assignments.

My heart feels like it's being hit with a hammer, I've only been on a star ship once when my father insisted I go with him, I've never even been in combat before. I'm dreadfully and embarrassingly unprepared to rush in to aid Vulcan.

I push aside my anxiety and nervousness, my heart beat being tachycardic is an expected effect of this sudden event. My legs tremble slightly, but I continue to speed walk, getting to my area and receiving my assignment: Psychologist and physician assistant on board the Enterprise. Of course I get placed on the ship my father is captaining, at least I'll know that he's safe, but I will be stuck in the med bay, so I'll be a little far from him.

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I quickly toss on some StarFleet regulation pants and my uniform shirt, because lord knows I ain't wearing that short dress. My hands fumble with the material of my shirt as I walk into the Med Bay, immediately being greeted by the CMO, he's quite nice, immediately telling me what my job will be before going on his way.

I head over to my office, organizing some forms and assessing forms that have already been left for me. I'm about to go talk to the nurses when I notice two men rush in, one placing the other on the bio bed. Standing up, I hesitantly walk over, watching as he gives the other man a hypo, knocking him out within a few seconds.

"What is Jim Kirk doing on this ship?" Yes, I know who Jim Kirk is, my dad talked about him sometimes, I remember when he first went down to Iowa and met him, that was when he became really protective of me.

The other man, Leonard McCoy I presume, immediately straightens up.

"Uh..." He is clearly struggling to find an answer, I know what these symptoms are, and I know the only reason Jim Kirk would have them is if he was given the vaccine.

"I know what you did, but I understand. Promise not to tell." I smile slyly at the end, sarcastically holding out my pinkie to solidify my promise. McCoy smirks in surprise huffing before interlocking our pinkies, both of us then dropping our hands to our sides.

"Leonard McCoy I presume?" I question, my voice steady, although I still feel a little uneasy around these two men.

"That's right. Pike?" His southern twang dimmed down a little. I smile tightly, nodding my head.

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We had been en route to Vulcan, and my nerves were beginning to calm down; at least until Kirk woke up.

I was a little calmer because my boyfriend came on screen, he was giving us the summary of what we know and what we are going to do. Vulcan was releasing a distress signal, which we are heading over to help. I was in my head, worrying over how my father might act towards him now that he knows he is my boyfriend, but when Kirk is awake he seems to demand all attention.

He had McCoy and I rushing all over the ship, he was having a severe reaction, although I can say that I've seen worse.

"Kirk, just because I said I've seen worse doesn't mean you get to sprint across the ship and get your heart rate up!!" I yelled at him, slapping his arm. We're currently in the turbo lift, I'm trying to take his vitals when the doors open and Jim immediately pushes forward. Both men rushed out, and I admit I was pushed a little off balance. I stumble, and almost fall before I feel two arms grasp my waist, pulling me back up and into their chest.

I am about to push away from them when I hear their voice.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" His Russian accent is hard to miss, and I can't help but settle into his hold when I realize its him. I want to respond, but I'm so enthralled with the argument that is occurring that all I can manage is a comforting hand atop his interlocked ones and a slight nod of affirmation.

He releases his hold, but quickly follows up by softly holding my right hand in his as we watch the bridge. My father is the captain, and though he is arguing with Kirk and also listening to Spock, he still manages to find the time to glance over at me a couple of times. I know that he's noticed Chekov and I, how close we are, how we glance at each other for reassurance, and most of all how we are holding hands. I'm not quite sure how he feels anymore, at first he was angry, but now he seems to have some sort of understanding.

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My father has been stuck on Nero's ship for some time now, I obviously wanted to go with him when the Romulan captain demanded his presence. However, he had Chekov hold me back, whispering a promise that we would have that dinner if it was the last thing he did.

Jim and Spock - after having many fights, Jim even being sent to a planet, only to somehow come back - beamed onto the Romulan ship and are currently trying to rescue my father and their captain, Christopher Pike.

I spent most of my time on the ship trying not to cry as I treated injured crew members. I had to go back to the med bay, they were swamped, and McCoy had become our new CMO after our first had been killed. He was loud and straightforward, giving me a multitude of jobs to do simultaneously, to which I refused to disappoint, constantly thinking about whether my father would make it to that promised dinner.

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It was two days ago that Jim and Spock brought my father back to our ship and defeated Nero, he was immediately rushed to the med bay, where I had to watch him be treated. My eyes had tears streaming out of them, I was just trying not to cry aloud, which became especially hard when he reached his hand out for me to hold.

Now I am driving him back to my home, my personal house is out of the city, surrounded by nature. He always told me that he loved my house because the trees and streams helped quiet his mind, so I thought it might be a nice place to take him. The car ride is silent, not a tense silence, but a content one. Content that he is alive, that I am alive, that he can be my dad again.

Though I am enjoying the peace, I feel a force pushing me to talk.

"I... I'm sorry." My tone is low and my voice quiet, I know exactly why I am apologizing. His neutral expression turns to one of confusion, his body turning with his face before speaking.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry for what I said. You've been a better father than my biological one, you've raised me and loved me as though I am your own flesh and blood, and I repay you by saying you aren't my father." My chest is tight as guilt floods my system, I glance over to my dad, and am met by his calm, warm eyes.

"It's okay, that conversation is something I regret, too. I know I've been protective, and I do recognize that you are an adult. It's... it's just that you are my daughter, and I feel like you having a boyfriend means you don't need me anymore." His deep tone starts off strong, but gradually becomes quieter and softer.

I pull into the driveway, pulling the emergency brake before putting the car in park.

"No one could ever replace you, dad." Is all I say before getting out of the car, heading over to help him out and up the steps onto my porch.

"Y'know, I've always loved this house."

"...How would you feel about meeting my boyfriend here, I feel that I've hidden him away long enough. I just need you to know that he isn't and never will replace you." My voice is shaky as I look at him meekly.

"I would love to." My chest feels lighter, I can feel myself breathe easier. Glancing over to my father, he offers me a calming smile before opening the front door and walking into my house. I'm left standing stunned on my porch, a smile slowly growing over my face as I message Pavel to come over tonight for dinner.

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starfleetimagines · 2 years

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DS9 Masterlist

Reader Inserts

Julian Bashir

“Cuddle me.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Just kiss me.”

“Please hold me.”

Insecurities

Worries (platonic)

“Save the raktajino!” (platonic)

Growing Family

Ezri Dax

First Kiss

Jadzia Dax

Being her girlfriend would include...

Elim Garak

Pregnant

Lulled to Sleep

“So, you like me?”

Rescue Party

Presents

Kira Nerys

Stress

Enemies to Lovers Would Include…

Christmas Lights

Safe In Your Arms

Odo

“Are you hurt?”

You’re His Adopted Child

Enemies to Lovers Would Include…

Quark

Marital Advice (platonic)

Benjamin Sisko

“How do you cope?”

Santa Claus

Weyoun

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re the only one for me.” [NSFW]

“Please wake up.”

Weyoun 6 Living on the Station Would Include…

Cuddling With Weyoun Would Include…

Untouchable

"Why did you take that shot for me?"

Character Ships

Ezri Dax x Julian Bashir

Moving In

Kira Nerys x Jadzia Dax

Pride Month

Nog x Jake Sisko

Pleasure (slightly nsfw)

Worf x Jadzia Dax

“I love us.”

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spockvarietyhour · 1 month

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Parallels and Divergences "Before and After" & "Year of Hell Pt. 1"

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lonesomedreamer · 6 months

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STAR TREK + peace

You have a real war on your hands. You can either wage it with real weapons…or you might consider an alternative: put an end to it. Make peace! There can be no peace! We’ve admitted it to ourselves. We’re a killer species, it’s instinctive! It’s the same with you. All right. It’s instinctive. But the instinct can be fought.

#star trek #trekedit #tosedit #star trek tos #trekdaily #treksource #tvedit #scifi #scifiedit #retrotvblr #james t kirk #captain james t. kirk #spock #spockedit #retro scifi #60s #these aren't the only scenes/quotes dealing with peace (by a long shot) but they're some of the first ones that came to mind #and/or the ones that really stuck with me (especially that top scene)#and his earnest 'but she was right peace WAS the way' quote </3 #trek isn't perfect or perfectly consistent in its pacifism. obviously #but that pacifism—imperfect as it is—means so much to me nevertheless.#because at its heart it IS about peaceful exploration. it's not about the phasers or the photon torpedoes #but about a better future and humans achieving their potential. cooperatively. peacefully. and yes sometimes fighting is still a necessity.#that doesn't invalidate the show's ideals though.#anyway...this blog is not a platform. I have like 7 followers. it's just a scary time / world out there and this is my comfort show #and we could a lot use more Kirks and Spocks/Suraks out there if we're going to make it to the 23rd century.#boldly go #all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by #being split in two halves is no theory with me #i'm beginning to think I can cure a rainy day

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catgirljaneway · 6 months

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Year of Hell Family Dinner

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homewrecking-lore · 11 months

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2.25 “Resolutions” // 4.02 “The Gift”

#tuvok #kes #star trek voyager #st voyager #st voy #my stuff #did i tear up making this? hell yeah brother #turns out rewatching tuvok and kes' scenes was a BAD idea lol #like wow. they had so much love for each other #they trusted each other!#they spoke openly to one another!#so yeah their scene in resolutions is HAUNTING. janeway can come back but kes cannot #also i really wanted to include how tuvok reaches out to her in the hallway when she weakens #but couldnt get a good shot #but its just...god it hurts IT HURTS #also tuvok's expression when kes says the dad line??? that hit his CORE

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captainofthestrangestship · 8 months

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So I decided to rewatch "A Private Little War" because I wanted to experience it again with SNW in mind but then I got to the part where Jim gets bitten and Bones takes him to the village to get treated and

I'm so excited hes about to heat up a rock with a phaser, the best part of any Star Trek episode.

Awesome, now Jim will be nice and warm and

He heated up a second rock???? Okay two red hot rocks should be warm enough, right? Like its not even cold, its a nice sunny day--

A THIRD ROCK???! HE PHASERD THREE ROCKS.

Bones, I think Jim's warm enough... he was probably warm enough after the FIRST rock.

Like thats too many rocks, this cave is now a million degrees and you've made it a terrible experience for everyone else. Heating up this many rocks is how you get caught, there was no reason for any of this.

#star trek #TOS #rewatch #leonard mccoy #james t kirk #mckirk #a private little war #mccoy is literally so in love with jim its not even funny #but seriously i love when they warm up a rock #we've seen them in much worse conditions and i dont think they've ever warmed up more than one rock #screenshots via trekcore #long post #also mccoy gets shot and NOBODY GIVES A SHIT even mccoy seems unbothered by it???? like wat

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queerspaceranger · 3 months

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“Oh don’t be so dramatic. It’s just a quick checkup!”

#star trek #star trek fanart #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #star trek tos #tos bones #mirror universe #SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT OH MY GOD #need him to give me my T shot #AAAAAAHHHDJBBDJBS #oomf gonna love this one #ranger art

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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You hadn't expected to be called back to the Enterprise when you had, but Number One was in danger and your crew had been called into service to rescue her, and you were glad of it.

It was strange being back, there's been a bit of a pool as to whether the Captain would even return, but you were glad he had.

Walking through the hall to the turbo lift, you couldn't help but smile, practically going into autopilot. You were glad to be home.

"Bridge," you said, gripping the handle and waiting to reach your destination. Everything was as you'd left it.

Almost everything, that was.

The lift doors swung open and you stepped out, finding yourself face to face with the one person you hadn't expected to be aboard the Enterprise.

Your ex, La'an.

She blinked when she saw you, and you did same, both clearly not expecting this run in.

"Ah, Lieutenant, glad you could join us," Captain Pike said, wandering over to greet you, oblivious to the tension between you and La'an.

"This is Lieutenant Noonien Singh, she'll be joining us as acting Number One until we get Una back," he explained, "La'an this is-"

"Lieutenant Y/N Y/L/N," La'an finished for him, overcoming her shock.

"Sorry did you just introduce yourselves?" He asked.

"No sir, we actually already know each other," La'an told him, not looking away from your face.

"We came up through the academy together," you added, breaking eye contact. You could have sworn you saw La'an wince when you did, but any reaction was replaced with her mask you knew all too well.

"Excellent," Pike said, clapping your shoulder and glancing between the two of you as if just registering something was amiss, "then you should have no problem working together, right?"

"No sir, no problem," La'an informed him with a nod, voice strained. Pike glanced back at you and you offered a nod as well.

"Not at all," you agreed.

"Good," he said slowly, "I'll just, be over there then." He made his exit quickly and you couldn't blame him.

"I didn't realise you were assigned here," La'an said, offering you something in the way of small talk.

"You didn't know I was assigned here?" You laughed, light-heartedly, not maliciously, "La'an I've been on the Enterprise for a couple of years now."

"Oh," she paused, "then I guess I'm the surprise, sorry, I would have reached out so this wasn't so..."

"Awkward?" You filled in for her, smiling.

"Exactly," she said, shuffling on her feet.

Sam La'an. She'd never been great with people, and you knew why, well, from the little she'd told you. She said other people were complicated, and you got that, but there was only so long you could wait for her to open up to you, to love you, and as much as it had hurt, you'd had to leave.

Still, seeing her again, you realised your feelings were far from gone.

"We should get to our stations," she decided, something unreadable passing on her face as she looked at you again, as she added, "but... we should catch up, when we can that is."

"I'd like that," you told her, noticing some tension ease from her shoulders, happy with your response.

"Good," she gave you one last look before returning to her post and you headed to yours, wondering where this would lead next...

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hosseinis · 5 months

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commander william t. riker in every episode ★ 1x08, justice

We understand. In fact, your system of law and punishment may be better than many we once had. But he has laws he must obey too. And one of them says he must protect his people from harm.

#star trek #william t riker #will riker #jonathan frakes #star trek the next generation #tng #startrekdaily #startrekedit #trekedit #my edits #rikerseries #number one #this episode was shot on a potato and also i just wanted to get it over with

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cannibalcoyote · 1 year

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Christopher Pike: You Saved Me

Imagine Christopher Pike saving you from imminent death, forming a father-daughter bond with you:

"Help Me! Someone! Please!" I couldn't contemplate what was happening, only the pain that was burning through my lungs as my screams emanated within the air. My nails violently digging deeper into the earth, my body weight continuing to pull me closer to my doom.

There isn't much I remember before this, only how I was on my way home from school when something threw me with great strength, it wasn't a person, no, it felt like the world had shook so strongly that I simply shook too. It's a little much for me to try to understand, all I am currently focused on is survival.

The world suddenly felt hot, much hotter than normal, and muggy; I can feel the humidity dripping along my skin. The air has turned suffocating, making me gasp like a fish that is forced to breathe oxygen when dragged out of the water. I'm hanging along an edge, a cliff that wasn't there moments before God's wrath broke, but now it looks deep enough to take me to the other side of the world.

My species has many human features, but also many animalistic ones. For one, I have claws, big and long like that of a jaguar, they aid me in clinging to the eroding soil. The roar of the panicked people is amplified by pumping adrenaline, it doesn't help that the shouts are muffled with the sound of my own heartbeat bursting through my body.

I can feel my grasp slipping, the ground is moist and soggy, almost seeming to melt from underneath my hands. People are stomping and screaming, I'm still not sure what is going on, all I know is that the adults are confused as well. I've kept my eyes closed, fearful that I will see destruction in place of my home. My limbs are aching, my arms feel like they are being torn out of their sockets, I try to lift myself up in vain.

I scream out for help once more, though I fear no one can hear me. Just as my body fails me, just as my hands finally release and my mind accepts elimination... A hand tightly wraps around one of my wrists. It's a strange hand, it feels familiar, but alien at the same time. My body hanging limply, I fear I don't even have the energy to look at my savior, but they care not, dragging me up and away from the cliff. I'm wrapped in a warm embrace, the type that reminds me of my father when he comes home after a long business trip. I want to look at him, to thank him endlessly, but my conscious mind is quickly slipping into a dream state.

The man tries to awaken me, he shakes my body, yelling at me to open my eyes before giving up. He picks me up in his arms, protectively sheltering my body from the chaos around us, tapping something on his chest and beginning to talk to someone; the conversation was short and hurried.

I want to see him, I want to see the stranger who saved me when all else had left me to die. My eyelids feel heavy, but I manage to open them for a few seconds. The man is young, he reminds me a lot of my dad, except this person looks fearful, but stoic; I don't know how to describe it other than he looks strong. He has brown hair that is slightly graying at the sides with random stripes littering the rest of his head; he looks too young to be graying, but I can see on his face that he has the years of stress built up. I want to hug him, to say thank you, but before I can do any of that we are beamed aboard what I assume to be a star ship.

I try to stay awake, but as a large amount of people begin to rush forward, my consciousness finally slips away, my body drifting into a deep slumber; one which I hope to awaken from soon.

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I can't hear anything, but I can feel something. It's warm and comforting, it makes me feel safe, it feels fatherly. My eyes fluttered open for a moment before immediately regretting their decision and slamming shut, the bright lights burning, it felt and looked like a searing white flame. They flutter open a few more times before finally adjusting to the light.

I glance around the room, it looks like a med bay, but it's very different from the ones I am used to. It's much colder, it feels unwelcoming, but at the same time I still feel normal, as though this sterile environment is warmer than the two suns of my home. I finally turn my head and look at the person, the person who dragged me from my doom and brought me to safety. He looks a lot more tired, his face worn with stress, and his slicked hair is somehow both clean but messy.

I sit up slowly, careful as I pull my small hand from his. Not careful enough apparently, I sadly startled him awake, his deep brown eyes immediately focusing on me. I freeze, I can't quite remember how to react, but he doesn't seem to mind because a relieved smile spreads across his exhausted features. I relax slightly, he doesn't seem as scary as I expected.

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Pike's POV:

We had beamed down to this plant based on negotiations for some trade deal between this species and another. It was supposed to be a simple in and out, but the other species decided they were done negotiating. The planet was fired upon by their war ships, detrimental damage was done, Discovery was about to beam me up when I heard a jarring scream amid the panic. The scream was young and fearful, it sounded like a child, and I simply felt like I couldn't allow myself to leave until I found them.

I order everyone else to be beamed up before running off in search of the voice, I hear Burnham yell out in protest, but she gets cut off as she is transported.

They stopped, the chaos seemed eerily quiet, I'm about to give up when I heard the last weak scream, they sounded defeated. I scramble to the spot, fearful I might be too late, but then I spot them. This person had been thrown over the cliff, only one hand managing to hold them up, I can see their claws extended and ripping into the ground, a last ditch effort to stay alive.

I can see them giving up, their hand slowly releasing, but I lunge forward, my hand grasping onto their small wrist. Gazing at the person, I am met with the view of an exhausted child, seemingly no older than 10, her eyes are closed and I'm afraid I might still lose her.

Roughly pulling her up, her tired form collapsing against me, I quickly grasp her face, trying to see if her eyes have opened yet, but they remain closed. I shout at her, trying to get any reaction, but I still receive none. I hastily speak into my badge, ordering both of us to be beamed up and to have medical staff at the ready.

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The girl has been out for a while, they had to induce a coma for some reason, they tried to explain it to me, but my mind is too jumbled at the moment to understand any of their medical jargon.

As soon as I had been beamed up, we immediately warped out of there, the federation wouldn't allow us to interfere in the battle, and I had just gotten word yesterday that this little girl's species had been slaughtered. I'm not sure if there were any survivors, or if any others managed to escape the initial barrage, all I know is that I am happy I managed to save her.

I've been waiting for her to wake up, I need to know that she is alright; I don't know why, but I feel like I need to take care of her. It's a weird feeling.

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I had come in early today, our only trip had me sending some crew members down to collect samples from a planet, so all was calm. I took that spare time and went to the med bay, the girl was still asleep, I've taken to addressing her as Katya. It's a weird name, sure, but it kind of matches her in that she has claws like a cat, and that she for some reason feels like the only pure thing left from the massacre.

I held her hand as I fell asleep, my brain was beginning to view her as a daughter. I tried to put some space and maintain an objective view of the matter, but that clearly didn't last long.

I'm pulled from my dream when I feel movement, I quickly open my eyes, only to be met with a surprising view. She was awake, after two weeks of unconsciousness she was finally awake! At first she seemed on edge when she noticed me, but after surveying me for a few moments she seemed to ease up. A smile was upon my face, knowing that she was okay.

"Hello there." My voice is calm, my tone could almost be described as soft. I don't know where this side of me is coming from, I'm a nice person sure, but I can't quite remember ever being like this towards anyone. I feel protective, but also an intense need to comfort, I want her to be okay, I need her to be okay.

Her eyes widen slightly, I worry I might've upset her, but those worries disappear when a small smile forms on her face.

"Hi." Her voice is hesitant but steady, she seems like she is at a loss for words.

"My name is Christopher Pike, I'm the captain of this star ship. Can you tell me your name and what you remember?" I try not to rush, but I need to know what she remembers, I need to know if I need to tell her about the attack.

"I remember shouts and screams, the world was shaking worse than our most terrible quakes. I-I was hanging, I almost let go, but you saved me. I don't remember anything else." Her voice trembled slightly throughout the sentence, and her eyes adopted a far away look. I sigh, unsure of how to tell this young girl that her entire species might very well be extinct and that she was the only known survivor.

"Don't worry, I know." Her voice broke through my thoughts, I looked at her in confusion.

"I know they're gone... I can't hear them anymore." Her voice grows heavy, her eyes drifting down as a glaze washes over them; I spend a few more moments in confusion before finally understanding. Her species all shared a weak mind-link, everyone on her planet had their thoughts running through the others heads, only it was in the back of their mind and sounded more like static. Poor girl, this silence must be awful.

"Well I'm not going anywhere, come on, let's go explore." I don't know what has gotten into me. I'm a captain, I don't have time to show a kid around my star ship. Yet, at the same time, I want to treat this girl like she's my own.

She wears a startled expression before curiosity grows in her eyes. She grasps my outstretched hand and allows me to pull her up. Her first few steps are shaky, but that is understandable after her weeks of bed rest.

We're about to head out the doors when I realize she stopped. I turn around in confusion, but she speaks first.

"You saved me, thank you." Before I can reply she jumps forward and hugs me, I'm stunned for a moment, hesitantly wrapping my arms around her small form. I pull away, giving her a smile, ruffling her already messy hair. I release her, this fatherly protection building up in my chest. I walk to the doors with a wide smile on my face, motioning to the never ending hallways.

"Let's go explore."

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starfleetimagines · 2 years

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How would Trip Tucker react to you (someone who is usually "loud" ) being quiet and well withdrawnish? You are dating him btw

Trip Tucker Reacting To You Being Withdrawn Would Include...

Trip would know how you act normally. Of course, he would, because he's your boyfriend and he pays close attention to any minute change in your personality. And so when you, a normally bubbly and happy and vocal person, are withdrawn, he'd know something is wrong.

He'd get very concerned. He'd notice it first during a brief break in the shifts; he'd either pass you in the hall or sit with you in the messhall, and he's just know something is up. He'd try to ask you if anything was wrong, but you'd just shrug it off and tell him you had to return to duty.

Trip would go out of his way to figure out what was eating at you. He'd ask your superior officer, ask your coworkers, and all your friends if anything had happened. Then, he'd go to Phlox to see if you'd gone in with a medical issue. Not that Phlox would be able to tell him if there was anything wrong, but since he (and virtually everyone) on the ship knew how serious you and Trip were, he would tell him whether or not you'd come in.

Reluctantly, he'd go back to his station for the remainder of his shift, but he'd be distracted. He'd replay your conversation and any interactions he had with you that day, trying to figure out what was bothering you. The second his shift was over, he'd go to find you. He'd find you in your quarters, alone. He wouldn't say anything when he got there, he'd just hold you, arms securely around your waist, and he'd kiss the top of your head.

After a few minutes of holding you in silence, he'd speak. "I know there's somethin' wrong, sweetheart. I know that pretty little head of yours is strugglin' with somethin'. I don't know what it is, but I am here for you, you know that, right? I'm always here for you. You can tell me anything and I'll do whatever I can to help."

You'd shrug and mumble under your breath, voice muffled by his shirt. He wouldn't press you or pressure you to tell him, he'd just repeat that you can tell him anything and that he loves you. When you were ready, you'd tell him what was on your mind, and he'd listen without interrupting. He'd rub your back, listening to you vent and tell him everything. And only when you were done talking would he say something. He'd offer you comfort, and support, and advice if you wanted it. And he truly would do whatever he could to help you feel better and help make the situation better, because he'd love you so damn much, and that's what loved ones do.

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