#James Kirk x Reader

[iamreadytobecomefrog]

You and Your Two Heaters~

A/n: Wrote while on my period and wanted some comfort, then I remembered that I can write and made this. Not proofread, might edit later, might not, who knows ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠). Anyways, enjoy⁠♡

You lay on your side within the warm safety of your nest on your bed, accompanied by your too big of a dog cuddled into your stomach called Lillie. She had joined you after hearing you whimpering from your cramps and after ensuring her you were in fact not injured, she cuddled right up against your lower stomach where it hurt the most. Because of this though, she ended up taking your heater of a boyfriend's side of the bed like she owned the spot. With a hand combing through her fur and the other holding up your phone, everything was peaceful even with your uterus deciding to curse you.

“Oh I see how it is,” that familiar gruff voice makes you smile as you turn your head to find your loveable boyfriend standing at the doorway looking playfully offended. “I leave for only an hour and I come back to have my spot stolen,” he huffs out as he sets a grocery bag down and strides to our bed.

“You snooze, you lose?” You slightly giggle out as you feel the thump of Lillie's tail wagging on the sheets. Lillie only nuzzles further into you as you laugh lightly at the cute sight. Your boyfriend mutters something along the lines of “you're lucky you're cute” before he gives you a small peck to your cheek and forces his way into your little nest.

“Did you generate more blankets while I was away? Cause there's definitely more in here than when I left,” he teases as he embraces you and adjusts you all. Lillie moved to lay more on top of you as you lay on your back, her head still on your stomach and providing warmth for your aching muscles.

“Not my fault if Lillie added some more,” you coo as you give your pup some head scratches while all three of you get comfortable again. You wince as a cramp hits harder than before and you're tempted to curl into yourself if it weren't for Lillie and your boyfriend helping you.

“I got ya princess, ‘m right here,” he purrs into your ear as he massages your pelvic region and places little butterfly kisses all along your face. You feel a small lick to your hand from Lillie and you smile softly at the boundless love surrounding you like a heavy blanket. You sink further into your little nest and lay happily with your dog and boyfriend as they comfort you through the pain. You get so comfortable that you doze off after a while, listening to the gentle sound of your boyfriend's heartbeat and your pup’s soft snoring while a movie plays in the background. Nothing could be better than this…except minus the period pain.

[aerospas]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; their pet name for you ── tos characters !

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ; ᶜʰᵃᵖᵉˡ, ᶜʰᵉᵏᵒᵛ, ᵏᶦʳᵏ, ᵐᶜᶜᵒʸ, ʳᵃⁿᵈ, ˢᶜᵒᵗᵗʸ, ˢᵖᵒᶜᵏ, ˢᵘˡᵘ, ᵘʰᵘʳᵃ

( SWEETHEART ) sweetheart ; they'll tenderly cup your face in their hands, their thumb gently tracing the curve of your cheekbone. each glance at you feels like a stolen moment of bliss, as if the universe conspired to bring you two together. in their eyes, you are the embodiment of all things sweet and pure, a cherished gem in a world of rough stones. they'll shower you with affectionate words and gestures, their love for you pouring out in every touch and smile.

kirk, sulu

( DARLING ) darling ; it is a term that dances on their lips with an effortless grace, carrying with it a promise of warmth and tenderness. their gaze holds a depth of adoration that knows no bounds, as though you are the centre of their universe, a guiding star in their sky.

chapel, mccoy, scotty

( LOVE ) my love ; they possess an innate tenderness that envelops you like a warm embrace, their arms a sanctuary where you find solace and comfort. they lavish you with affection, expressing their devotion through every word uttered and gesture made. in their eyes, you are not just a person, but a soulmate a companion in the journey of life.

chekov, rand, spock, uhura

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Things Star Trek characters would be amazing at with an autistic partner

Bones: Sensory Issues

Bones is a doctor and understands medical type discomfort. He researches the best techniques to help you and even talks with Kirk about extra support that can help you during your work day.

Data: Learning and Adapting

Data loves learning new things and learning about you is how he shows love. He’s a lot more observant of you then you realise and will watch you and do subtle things to help you. Making his room darker, turning down loud noises, making sure your safe food is ready for you etc.

Kirk: Calming

Kirk knows exactly how to calm you and what to say when you become overwhelmed. He knows how best to hold you, and always holds a calming presence for you. He also isn’t above using the fact he’s the captain to get people to go away if you need.

Riker: Distracting and Managing

Riker is very charming and knows just what to say to help you out when you’re overstimulated and anxious. He’s also great at helping you plan around things and manage difficult tasks. Helps you with his charm and intelligence.

Spock: Listening

Spock could listen to you talk about what you love all day. Unlike other people, Spock won’t ever roll his eyes or fake interest, he genuinely cares. If you ever hyper-fixate on something he already knows about he won’t tell you that he ‘already knows’, instead he’ll add to the conversation and find joy in your new-found knowledge.

Worf: Weighted Blanket/Crushing Hugs

Worf isn’t great with emotions or taking through things, but he is great at hugs and being your big weighted blanket. When you’re having a hard time he’ll let you self soothe and then when you’re ready he’ll come in and either lay on you like the cuddly weighted blanket he is, or give you a big crushing hug.

[courtofcravings]

Don't do anything stupid (1)

Bones thinks you and Captain Kirk are very similar, and it takes an away mission to prove him right.

Captain Kirk x reader

Fluff and Adventure (Completed Series) Warning: minor blood, needles, minor injuries. mild violence This is a rewrite of a fic called "Another You" I did. Fixed it up a bit. Read Part 2 here <3

Dr. McCoy was at it again, trying to coerce you into visiting the Med Bay. This time, he seemed to think that threatening to involve the Captain would somehow sway your decision.

“I’m telling you right now, Y/N, you can’t go on your away mission without getting your immunizations for this planet,” McCoy said, leaning against the counter like he had no intention of leaving. “Ever heard of the Quazulu VIII Virus? No? That’s because there’s a vaccine for it!”

“Dr. McCoy, it’s just a quick trip to the planet to grab a few specimens. I won’t be staying for the diplomatic engagements like the rest of the team,” you explained, continuing to pack your equipment in the research ward.

Your preparations were nearly complete when the ship’s chief medical officer decided to ambush you. The task was straightforward: collect samples of water and nearby vegetation. This planet had only recently become accessible, and much of its biological features remained a mystery.

McCoy gave you a pointed look, his expression clearly unimpressed. “As a scientist, I’d think you’d be the first to appreciate the importance of vaccines,” he grumbled.

“On the contrary, Doctor,” you retorted with a smirk, carefully placing empty sterile test tubes into your case. “I firmly believe medicines like vaccines are life-saving. But as a scientist, I’m also keenly aware of just how dirty hospitals and Med Bays can be.”

His face contorted in a mix of offense and exasperation, as he threw his hands in the air.

“You do realize you’re going on an away mission to a planet that is far from sterile—to literally play in the dirt,” he mocked, crossing his arms as he tilted his head in mock dismissal. “And when you get injured, will you refuse medical care, too?”

You recognized the "gotcha" moment he was relishing—and he wasn’t entirely wrong. The truth was, you just hated needles. They grossed you out.

“I’ll be careful,” you stated confidently, adding a playful wink, which earned an unimpressed scoff from the young doctor.

“Fine, you don’t like my Med Bay, but what if I gave you the shots here?” he countered, tilting his head slightly.

You hesitated, but admittedly, it wasn’t a bad compromise. The Med Bay gave you more of a sinking feeling than the needles themselves ever did. You’d always noticed that too many people who went in didn’t come out—or if they did, they weren’t the same. That persistent sense of dread lingered every time you stepped through its doors.

“If this place is too dirty for you, then you’ve only got yourself to blame,” McCoy added dryly, motioning around the room. “You are, after all, the head lab runner.”

You pretended to mull it over, feigning indecision for a moment before muttering your reluctant agreement. “Fine. Go get them, then.” It was standard policy to receive the immunizations, and deep down, you knew they’d be a lifesaver if something went wrong on the mission.

“Great!” he exclaimed, grabbing a red bag you hadn’t even noticed he’d brought in. Your jaw dropped as he began pulling out the vaccines.

“You knew I’d agree?” you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously as you reluctantly took a seat on the stool in front of him.

You had spent countless hours working alongside Dr. McCoy in the labs, and you liked to think you knew him well. What you hadn’t anticipated was just how well he seemed to know you—including your aversion to the Med Bay.

“I deal with you the same way I deal with him,” McCoy said as he prepared one of the doses. He paused, smirking as if a thought had just struck him. “You two are a lot alike.”

“Who?” you asked, curious about who you were being compared to, as you rolled up your sleeve.

Before McCoy could answer, the doors to your lab chimed, signalling someone’s arrival. You kept your eyes tightly shut, bracing yourself. McCoy had your skin pinched at the top of your arm, and you knew the needle was coming.

“Bones? We’re supposed to be having breakfast,” a familiar voice said. You jumped—and not because of the needle. “Chapel said you were here waiting for me…”

Your eyes snapped open. “You were actually going to tell the Captain on me?” you muttered through gritted teeth, glaring at McCoy. A small chuckle sounded from across the room, drawing your attention. Your gaze locked with his piercing blue eyes, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Y/N,” Kirk said, walking over and leaning casually on the counter in front of you. “Causing trouble?” His tone was light, laced with amusement.

“Captain,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up as you turned back to McCoy, who looked far too pleased with himself.

“Jim,” McCoy interjected, preparing the second dose with a practiced ease. “Why don’t you explain to our young scientist here the importance of getting inoculated before an away mission?” He glanced at you with a smirk. “After all, you have the most experience finding out the hard way.”

Ignoring the second half of McCoy’s comment—one you were far more interested in hearing about—you turned your attention to the Captain who asked, “Y/N, will you be coming tonight?” His voice was so alluring, that it sent a slight tremor through you.

Clearing your throat, you offered a simple response. “Yes, Sir.” It was all you could manage, as it often was when you found yourself in conversation with him. He was so handsome, so kind, and so funny—it was incredibly intimidating.

“And Bones is giving you trouble,” he said with a soft chuckle, breaking your gaze as he began to casually scan the lab. He had a habit of doing that whenever he came in to talk to McCoy—picking around at things like a child unable to sit still.

You watched him smile to himself as he pulled open your backpack for the mission, his easygoing nature only adding to the warmth in your chest. Then, something about how he had called McCoy ‘Bones’ dawned on you. “Bones?”

“Don’t start calling me that too,” McCoy grumbled, clearly unamused.

“Ouch!” you jerked at the unexpected jab, your focus finally breaking from the Captain. You began rubbing your arm, still sensitive from the injection. “You didn’t warn me,” you muttered, your voice tinged with mild frustration.

“You’ll survive,” McCoy said dismissively, preparing the last dose. After a moment, he added, “Captain, you were about to explain the merits of getting all your inoculations.”

It was odd to hear Dr. McCoy refer to the blonde man by his official title, and it seemed to dawn on him as well. “Right,” Kirk muttered, dropping everything he was tinkering with and walking back over to you. “As your captain, I’d inform you that it is mandatory, and refusal can compromise the health and overall well-being of the crew…” He finished with a thumbs-up directed at the doctor.

To be honest, you weren’t really listening. His voice was far too distracting for lectures. So, it wasn’t until you heard the clatter of the final needle hitting the counter that you realized McCoy had finished with you. “All done,” he announced.

As you began pulling your sleeve down, the Captain cleared his throat. “If that’s everything, then—”

“Oh, Jim,” Dr. McCoy interrupted, launching out of his chair and grabbing the Captain’s arm before he could say another word. “Leaders lead by example… Can’t be a hypocrite now.”

You noticed the three other needles lined up on the counter. This had been McCoy’s plan all along. Despite feeling a bit of satisfaction that you weren’t the only one afraid of needles, you couldn’t resist teasing, “For the well-being of the crew and all.”

“Right,” the Captain replied with a dejected sigh, taking the spot McCoy had just vacated. His warmth brushed against you as his shoulder lightly nudged yours. “Just make it fast,” he muttered, lifting his shirt just enough to free his arm. Your eyes darted anywhere but at him.

“You two are very similar,” McCoy remarked, earning a scoff from you.

Feeling the eyes of both men on you, your cheeks flushed with heat. You hadn’t meant anything negative by your comment; you simply couldn’t imagine having much in common. He was important and useful, and you… well, you played in the dirt.

The silence stretched on, and feeling embarrassed, you muttered, “We do have a pretty good style.” You were thinking of the mandatory uniforms you all wore. While yours perfectly matched McCoy’s, the Captain’s gold uniform complemented him far too well.

The Captain softly chuckled, about to add something before a jab of the needle interrupted him. He let out a hiss of pain.

“Dammit, Jim, stay still,” McCoy muttered before adding, “You’re just proving my point.”

“What? That we’re both good at making fun of you? Have a good sense of humour?” You laughed, debating whether now was a good time to ask about the Bones nickname.

“You like my sense of humour?” the Captain asked, looking down at you. You were flustered over what you had just admitted, but thankfully, McCoy spoke up.

“You both like causing me stress and making my job harder than it already is.” The doctor complained though the small smirk on his face betrayed his irritation.

“That’s hurtful, Bones,” you said sweetly, finally using the nickname Jim always called him.

“Dammit, Jim,” McCoy muttered under his breath as the final needle clattered to the table. “Just promise me you both won’t do anything stupid tonight.”

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[ensigngareth]

Cuddle Bug

James Kirk x nb reader

It wasn't a secret that Kirk was a cuddle bug, a comfortable one at that with his extra chub on his sides. After long hard shifts (with a few red alerts), all you wanted to do was cuddle up to your captain and sleep.

Finally once the ship had settled down after the third red alert of the day, it's where you snapped, heading straight to his quarters to get some shut eye.

"Well hello lieutenant, how can I help you?" Kirk looks up from where he was sitting, smiling softly yet warmly at the sight of you, he already knew what you wanted.

You walk towards him, exhaustion pulling you down as you flop onto the small bed, making a motion for him to join you.

"Tired?" Kirk smirked as he spoke, one eyebrow raised as he joined you on the god awful bed, holding you close like the love of his life you were.

Quietly you mumbled the words into his neck, the ones of love, the ones of promise, the ones that'll stick.

"I love you."

[river13245]

I was wondering if I could ask for Spock, Kirk, Pike and Uhura headcanons with a trans reader who gets annoyed with his body easily? Like, for me, whenever I don't wear a bra and feel the weight of my chest I get aggravated, if that makes sense?

Fighting for just a crumb of trans reader in the star trek fandom ngl 😔

Star Trek characters x Trans reader

Spock, Kirk, Pike, Uhura

(i didn't know if you meant this in a romantic or platonic way. So i did romantic. However if you want platonic i can totally do that too)

Spock

Spock himself gets aggravated with his own body. Maybe not in the same way but in the way his ears are and little things like that. Always wondering if he looks too human or too vulcan that day.

He wouldn't be very vocally helpful. If anything if he tries to verbally comfort you. It would come out very monotone and not help much.

So when he sees you uncomfortable and agitated he would come up to you. "What is wrong. You seem to be aggravated at something"

you would tell him and he would just nod and if you two are very close. He would use his vulcan telepathy. In this he would understand how you are feeling. Then he would show you exactly how he sees you and lets be honest. he shows you and you look absolutely handsome/pretty.

Spock may not be good at verbal communication. But damn was he good at comforting you in other ways.

Kirk

This man is very charming. He could charm anyone to get exactly what he wants. However when it comes to you he is also very caring.

He would be hard at work and when his eyes land on you. Seeing how you were pulling at your shirt more than usual. Your breathing unsteady he would instantly know that somethings wrong.

He might not know exactly whats wrong but he had a good guess. So he would tell someone to take over for him. That person usually being Spock. Then he would go over to you.

he would try to cheer you up by going over to you and flirting with you. but when he saw that you barely smiled he took you somewhere and the two of you talked.

He would compliment you and its not in the way most would think. Many people would call him a womanizer and someone that just flirts to flirt. But when he compliments you. His voice is so sincere and he would just tell you exactly how he saw you.

Then when you would start to feel better he would kiss your lips and then go back to work after making sure you were okay.

Pike

Pike is a relatively observant man. After running things for so long you kind of have to be. So it doesn't take him long to notice something is off with you.

Unlike most of the others he wouldn't be so obvious about it.

When he would see you pull at your shirt and that you were uncomfortable with how tight your shirt was. He would just pass by and hand you a hoodie of his.

He really only had like two hoodies that he wore so whenever he let you wear one. You always felt special.

If you needed to talk all you had to do was give him a certain look across the room and he would understand. Giving control to Spock for a bit before taking you to another room.

Pike would mostly be a listener. He would ask what's wrong and let you talk. Talk until you were completely finished and then he would hold you close. His arms would be around you. One of his hands on the back of your head and the other on your back

He would hold you and then bring your hand up to his lips and place a kiss against it. Then he would spend some extra time in making you some food. Making sure you ate something before the both of you went back to work.

Uhura

Uhura is both Smart and confident. She would instantly know whats wrong and as soon as she finishes up what she's doing she comes to your aid.

she would grab ahold of your hand to stop you from picking at your skin. Or pulling against your shirt. There would honestly not be much words said at first. Just her saying "come here" then you would be in her arms in seconds.

The both of you would stay like that. Her head against your shoulder with your face buried in your neck. Just holding each other for a moment.

but when the both of you would pull away she would take your face in both of her hands and kiss your cheeks before pulling away and saying sweet things. Complimenting you and even complimenting your brain. About how smart you are too. She really would be so amazing.

[darkness-and-books]

Just Us and The Music

💛James Kirk x gn!reader💛

⚠️: intimations of less savoury things if you squint.

Word count: 385

The evening had drawn on in the usual way of these all too frequent professional dinners. There was talk of alliances, political dealings, who had started a war with who else, and if you happened to end up in the wrong corner of the rooms there was talk of exotic (to be polite) women.

All in all, Y/N was wishing for it never to happen again, unfortunately they knew that holding these dinners, sometimes aboard the Enterprise and sometimes attending them elsewhere, was all part of keeping the peace.

But damn, was keeping the peace boring as hell when it wasn’t down right disturbing. There were certain people that Y/N remembered from other business soirees, people that they knew better than to interact with more than mandatory formalities at the door.

The only thing that seemed to set this event apart from the rest was dancing, after dinner was served there was a ball room reserved for the guests to dance in. As Kirk guided Y/N into the ball room for the only part of the evening they had truly been interested in, they looked around the dimly lit room with a live band playing an odd kind of music that Y/N wasn’t familiar with.

Apparently Jim was rather well versed in this music, “Oh this one’s good for dancing to,” He whispered to Y/N and pulled them further into the room. When they got to the middle of the floor Kirk gave them a twirl and smiled at the way the movement worked down Y/N’s body, the first time this evening that they looked as though they were really enjoying themselves.

“Maybe we could just do this for the rest of the night?” Y/N asked softly as they wrapped their arms around Jim to continue dancing.

“Mmm, maybe,” Jim thought out loud, “But then again we do have to sleep sometime, and we do have to get back-” He was cut off as Y/N put a finger to his lips.

‘Shhh’ they mimed, “No more, just us and the music,” Y/N looked at Kirk with a mischievous smile.

Jim smiled and shook his head good naturedly, “You win this one, love,” Kirk said and kissed Y/N softly on the cheek before twirling them again.

Is it too much to want this?

[crazyk-imagine]

The Doctor’s Friend

Pairing: James T. Kirk x Fem!reader, Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Fem!reader (platonic)

Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Fem!reader, Daisy and Sandy (Reader's old roommates) Warnings: This has been in my drafts for a bit, it makes no sense and doesn’t at the same time, Kirk is dumb but nice, he tries honestly, Bones’ wants his bestie to work with him, we bring up Kirk’s whore past, Kirk could have been a lot worse, this is so bad it’s good Word Count: 834

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You roll your eyes, knowing why he (the he being your oldest friend [and idiot] Leonard) didn't tell you who it was that called you aboard. "Seriously?!" You spin around to face him. "You couldn't tell me who it was that wanted me to join his crew?" 

James interrupts, quite literally stepping in between the two of you. He smiles while doing so, lowering his hand as he stands in front of you. 

You shake your head, "no." 

"Why?” He sounds offended (which would have made you laugh; had you not been pissed off). “I haven't even said anything." 

You turn around, walking forward. "It's better that way." 

"Do you know who I am or something?" 

You nod. "Or something. Now, go away. And don’t talk to me, Leonard." 

James glances back over at his friend. 

The doctor rolls his eyes and gestures for the captain to follow after you. 

He jogs towards you, holding his hands so you don’t run into him and to prevent you from running away. "So, you said we kind of know each other.” 

Your expression doesn’t change. 

“Oh," he sucks air in between his teeth. "Did we-" 

"Bye." You spin around him and walk away, regretting everything that lead up to you officially talking to the idiotic captain. 

"Hey- hey. Wait!" He runs to follow you. 

"Nope." 

He holds his hands in front of him, stopping you from moving (again). “We’re going to talk about why you hate me so much so I can hopefully persuade you into joining my crew because let’s face it. If Bones is saying you’re good, then I gotta say. I kind of believe him and want you to join.” 

You sigh, “you’re the reason I couldn’t graduate with everyone else.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Not the mention the fact that you slept with my roommates and broke their hearts.” 

“Okay, okay. I’m going to need to stop you right there so you can explain to me everything I’ve,” he sighs, shoulders sagging low. “Messed up so bad to make you hate me.” 

“You decided to run through the court one day and bumped into me, ruining my project that was worth- that part’s not important.” 

His eyebrows jerk up at your comment. 

“The point is, you ruined my project, and I wasn’t able to do anything about it because the professor didn’t care. His words actually were, “not my problem” and I failed the class so, thank you for that.” 

“That part I get, which I am sorry for but- uh- why do you hate me about my past with your roommates?” 

“You gave them the “night of their lives” and they wanted more. I mean, that was before you went from Daisy to Sandy. They hated each other for weeks and they kept moaning and groaning about it to me.” You whine. 

He covers his mouth to keep him from laughing. 

“Don’t snicker.” 

“I’m not,” he argues. 

“You are. See this is why I never wanted to talk to you, you don’t take these things seriously.” You take a step forward. 

He stops you once again. “No, look. I am, I really am sorry, but you haven’t spoken to your roommates since graduation, right?” 

“No.” 

“And, needing another semester or a year, made you want to do even better so you could show people how smart you are.” 

You shrug, ignoring his gaze. “I guess.” 

“What I’m hearing is, me coming into your life, was a little bit of a good thing.” 

“Yeah, no. I can’t do this.” 

He takes note of the small crack of a smile that clearly wants to tug at the corner of your lips. “I think you can. I think, I’m rubbing off on you.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“See,” he points the clear smile stretching across your lips. “That right there, tells me you like me. Maybe you could even get used to me enough to come aboard, work with my crew and I?” 

You take a deep breath and stop. 

He bumps into a passer byer, quickly offering an apology. 

“I will… go against every fiber in my body and say…” 

“Yes?” 

“I agree to work with your crew.” 

“And me?” 

“Don’t push it.” 

“Okay.” 

You two walk back towards the doctor (who thanks all and any god that answered his prayers). “How about we go on an “I’m sorry I ruined your life but actually made it better” date?” 

“Don’t push it,” you say and run towards Leonard. 

“Glad to see you two didn’t kill each other.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Now can we go get that drink? I need it after watching you two, do whatever that was.” 

You narrow your eyes at him and elbow him. 

He huffs and bends forward, holding his side. 

James stands beside him and smiles. “I’m happy you told me to come with you today.” 

The doctor groans and smacks his captain’s arm. “Don’t even think about it.” 

“I’m not.” 

Leonard shakes his head and walks away. ‘Like I believe that.’

[misaverawrites]

hey guys! i want to say, im writing a new james t. kirk series that was originally kinda meant to replace the Captain series from Spring 2021, with similar plot points but doing more with it what i wanted to do with the original series, i should genuinely just mention though, they will be building off of similar plot points and may seem a bit same-y especially at the beginning of the series! don’t worry though, the original will stay posted, especially considering this newer iteration takes place in the Prime Timeline with The Original Series of Star Trek!

[autumnleaves1991-reads]

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Jim Kirk x Reader

Word Count: 1,535

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Injuries, Feels

Summary: You are captured with the others thanks to Krall and his men. You are injured badly, but your knight in shining armor comes riding in on a… motorcycle?

Author’s Note: So apparently I started this fic over a month and a half ago, but I forgot about it or got invested in another story. I found it when going through my Google Docs files and decided to pick it back up. It’s a really simple piece, but I like it. I hope you do too!

Always thank you to @the-witching-hours12-3 for being a my beta-reader! 

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces, check out my tag list above and let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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- DreaSaurusREX

It was no secret that you and Jim Kirk were together. While you kept it professional when working, it did slip out every once in awhile. Most of the time, it came out when one of you were in danger. This was one of those times.

The Enterprise was attacked by what seemed like an endless stream of ships. Jim had literally shoved you in an escape pod, but you got captured by one of the enemy ships. Luckily, you were put in a cell with some of your other crew members. No one knew what was going on or how long you would be there.

That was a few days ago. In the span of those few days, you have seen members of your crew die in front of you and come face to face with the one known as Krall. You were trying to stand up in front of your friend, Sharon, and save her. But one of Krall’s meatheads easily shoved you to the ground. While two of them held Sharon steady, Krall loomed over you.

You waited for death to take you, but instead, Krall decided to stomp on your leg in two places: your right ankle and your right knee. You instantly screamed and cried in excruciating pain. No one dared to move though, not with Krall still in the room.

“Let this be a warning to you. Anyone else who tries to stand in the way will get much worse.” Krall threatened before walking out with his men and Sharon. 

As soon as he left, Sulu was by your side. He reached to help you lay on your back, but you were still scared and ended up trying to swing at him, causing another tsunami of pain to radiate through your leg.

“Hey! (Y/N)! It’s me! They’re gone!” Realizing you weren’t in immediate danger, you broke down crying and reached for Sulu.

He got another crew member and tried to move you against the wall as gently as possible. As soon as you started moving, you screamed out in pain again, but you were glad to sit along the wall and have that back support. Sulu sat down next to you and pulled you into a protective hold. You leaned into his shoulder and cried until you felt your ears ringing and started getting tunnel vision.

“We need Jim.” Was the last thing you squeaked out before fainting.

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[iamreadytobecomefrog]

Lazy Morning~

A/N: I wrote this half asleep listening to Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter so this is definitely not proof read and may not make sense, but I'ma still post it cause who's gonna stop me ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ. Also, I had no one in mind for writing this so you can imagine whoever you want. Anyways, enjoy and I hope you have a good day or night.

You slowly blink away tears as you yawn, your nose cold and your fingers wrapped around something soft. You lift your head up and find your lover sound asleep still with your hands buried in his hair. With zero restraint and being far too tired to care, you grip his head a little and hide your cold nose in his neck. You feel him stirr underneath you as warm arms snake around your waist and a gentle squeeze to your sides.

“What're you doing?” you feel him murmur into your ear with his morning voice adding a rumble to his words. While normally you'd be a menace and tease him about his voice, your brain felt too fuzzy to even form a proper sentence as you press your face further into his neck.

“Nose cold…” you slur out while you snuggle into him like a chick nuzzling into its mother's feathers. You hear him chuckle deeply and feel the warm blankets on your back get pulled up more.

“Can't have that now can we,” he chuckles out as he lets you do as you please. Content to be your heated teddy bear for the moment as he threads his fingers through your messy hair. Sighing, you kiss the nape of his name with a small “thanks” before you doze off back to sleep. Fully embraced and safe in your lover's arms as he rubs circles on your back to keep you asleep. He places a kiss on your forehead as he accepts his fate and feels contentment to have a lazy morning with you. He'd keep your nose warm always, even when you could barely form a sentence.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

The Captains Seat- James Kirk x Reader

Summary: Kirk and reader have fun on the bridge late one night

Word count: 587

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Having to sacrifice a ‘normal’ relationship to be with Kirk could sometimes be difficult, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy sneaking around. You’d both found places around the ship that you knew you’d be less likely to be caught.

It was late, and most of the crew in bed when you went to check your usual spots for the captain. Not finding him in any of them, you began to think you and he wouldn’t have any fun that night; that was until your communicator rang out.

“Miss Y/L/N, meet me at the bridge, I have some important matters to discuss,” you hear Kirks smooth voice sound out through the device in your hand.

“Aye, aye, Captain,” you reply with a voice just as smooth and seductive.

By the time you made it to the bridge you were breathing slightly heavier, as you had pretty much ran there; but as you approached his seat, your breath stopped entirely. There sat your captain, completely naked, and pumping himself, while he looked right at you.

“Get out of your uniform, get on your knees and assist your captain, that’s an order,” he demanded breathlessly.

“Yes, Captain,” you replied, as you slowly began to undress.

The sight before you caught you in a trance as you quickly unzipped your dress and pulled it down your body. As you were about to fall to your knees, the captain stopped his pumping.

“Miss Y/L/N, all of your clothes, underwear too. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your captain would you?” He asked cheekily.

“No, captain,” you replied half seriously, both of you loving when you’d play with this dynamic.

“Good girl,” he praised as he continued pleasuring himself while he watched you strip completely naked.

He let out a pleased moaned as he watched your now completely naked form kneel before him.

As you went to grab a hold of his throbbing cock, he quickly caught your hands with his own. Looking up at him confused, the captain wore his signature cocky smile.

Releasing one of your hands, he cards his fingers through your hair, lightly grabbing a hold of the locks.

“Use your mouth,” he orders as he gently pushes your now open mouth towards himself.

As you wrap your soft lips around him and begin to lick and suck, the captains head flys back against his chair, and he lets out a long moan.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” he moans out.

Looking down at you, both of his hands now hold your hair as he begins to guide your movements. Digging your fingers into his strong thighs, you try to keep up with his movements, but after a while you just let your jaw go slack, as you see he’s reaching his end.

Your forced movements become faster and faster as his hips push up in your mouth. By this point drool is falling out of your mouth and tears are beginning to well as you moan at the feeling of being used by your captain.

It doesn’t take long before Kirk finishes down your throat, holding your head still while his hips jut up and he lets out a long groan. As he catches his breath, he pulls you off of himself, and looks down at you with both passion and affection. Seeing your face covered in spit, tears and his own release, drives Kirk wild.

“Well done, sweetheart. You make your captain very proud,” he praises as he gently kisses your swollen and tired lips.

[courtofcravings]

Don't do anything stupid (3)

Bones thinks you and Captain Kirk are very similar, and it takes an away mission to prove him right.

Fluff and Adventure (Completed Series) Warning: minor blood, needles, minor injuries. mild violence This is a rewrite of a fic called "Another You" I did. Fixed it up a bit. Read Part 2 or 1 here <3 this is the last part

“You should call me Jim… or Kirk,” he said, glancing at you with a smile.

“Sir… is that appropriate?” you asked, taken aback. You’d never worked with a captain who was okay with familiarity.

“I think after today, it’d be weird if you didn’t,” he replied, giving you a soft smile.

You raised an eyebrow, a small chuckle escaping you. “Alright, Jim… or Kirk,” you said, not quite a question but more of a playful jab.

“Perfect.” His gaze shifted from you to the phaser in his hand, then to the dark path ahead. “So, how do you not know how to use a phaser?”

You shrugged,“That’s just it—I know the standard, but that thing?” You motioned toward the phaser. “It’s anything but.” 

As you both walked, he began to explain the different buttons and settings, even quizzing you on the important ones to make sure you could defend yourself if needed. You could hear the focus in his voice, like he was enjoying teaching you something new.

After a quiet beat, Jim looked over at you with a slightly mischievous grin. “You know, Bones thinks I should ask you out.”

Your head whipped toward him in shock. Of all things to come out of his mouth right now. “Does he?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and a blush crept up your neck. You quickly looked ahead, pretending to be very interested in the path in front of you.

Jim’s grin widened, the corners of his mouth curling into something just shy of a smirk. “Yeah. Bones has known I’ve had a thing for you for a while. Though, after this morning, when we tag-teamed him, he might’ve changed his mind.”

You swallowed hard, your heart skipping a beat at the unexpected confession. “I, uh… didn’t know Bones was so… observant,” you muttered, the blush on your face stubbornly refusing to fade.

Maybe it was the tension of the day, or the vulnerability in Jim's eyes as he spoke, but something in you shifted. You gathered your courage and, almost in a whisper, asked, “How long have you had this… crush?”

Jim’s blue eyes softened at your question, a mix of surprise and fondness in his gaze. “Since the day Bones introduced us,” he said, his voice calm but sincere. He gave you a teasing look as he added, “i have been showing up in your lab more than I should have.”

You blinked, unable to hide your surprise. “I thought you were just trying to get on Bones’ nerves,” you said, giving him a playful nudge. “We never really talked much beyond work.”

“I was intimidated,” he admitted with a wry smile, his eyes dropping to the ground briefly before meeting yours again.

You stopped walking, processing his words. “Why are you telling me this now?” You found yourself asking. Was he worried he wouldn’t make it off this planet alive?

Jim exhaled slowly, his expression serious. “When you’re in a life or death situation... the small things start to feel important. I don’t want to leave anything unsaid.” His tone shifted, more vulnerable than you’d expected.

Suddenly, without thinking, you reached up and kissed his cheek, a soft peck. It was impulsive, but somehow fitting. You wanted to let him know you understood, and that you felt the same.

“Well, I guess Bones was right,” you said, teasing, but with an undertone of sincerity. “You should ask me out.”

Jim looked at you for a long moment, his eyes reflecting a quiet appreciation. “I think I just might,” he replied with a small, knowing smile.

You both eventually came across the nest—a large, cave-like hole in the ground with a few small tents scattered inside. You surveyed the guards pacing the area and turned to Jim. “I thought this was supposed to be a diplomatic mission. What did you guys do to piss off the natives?”

“They’re not the natives we came here to meet,” Jim replied, his voice low. “This new species wiped out or enslaved the native inhabitants of this planet.” The chill in the air seemed to grow colder at the thought. Jim gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

His skin was freezing, but it wasn’t the cold that made him feel that way—it was the blood loss. He needed medical help, and he needed it fast.

“Why did they take our crew?” You asked, the dread in your stomach only deepening as you realized you couldn’t see any of the missing crew members. “Trophies of their conquest,” Jim replied grimly. “They’ll be slaves.”

You spotted something on the left side of the camp—a small metal rod hooked up to a larger box. “Jim,” you said, pointing at it. “That’s what’s blocking our comms and transporters. If I can get to it, I could—”

“No,” he interrupted sharply, his eyes narrowing as they met yours. “That area’s surrounded. And you can’t even use a phaser.”

“Okay, then what’s your plan? Go in guns blazing?” You shot back, matching his intensity. “You can barely walk without me helping you. Don’t try to act like you’re fine when you’re clearly not.”

It was strange, snapping at him like that. This morning, you’d never have dared to speak to him so casually, but here you were—arguing with your captain.

“I have no idea what Bones was talking about. You're much more like him than you are like me,” Jim muttered.

“Wait, what? You’re saying I’m like Bones?” you scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "Because I—what? Think first, act later, right?" you shot back, the sarcasm practically dripping from your words.

“Exactly, but with a bit more pessimism,” he teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Oh, I think you’ve confused realism with pessimism,” you retorted. “If I were truly pessimistic, I wouldn’t have nearly died trying to save you when you were tied up. With all that blood loss, there’d be no point in saving a dead man.”

Jim’s grin widened, and his voice dropped, low and teasing. “Y/N, come on,” he whispered in your ear. “We both know you just couldn’t stand the thought of this pretty face going to waste.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his playful words, a wave of heat rushing over you as you forced your attention back to the task at hand.

"Jim, let me handle it. If I can take that thing down, you can use the comms to get the ship to lock onto the crew and beam them out." You glanced over at him, concern deepening in your eyes.

He needed real medical attention, and your arm wasn’t doing so well either. The pain you’d pushed aside while walking through the forest was now throbbing, the ache radiating up your arm, making it hard to focus.

“Fine,” he said after a long pause, but his voice was firm, “But if it’s too dangerous, Y/N, I want you to run. You haven’t trained in combat, and—”

“I know,” you cut him off, “but you don’t have the luxury of moving, and we don’t have time to waste. Stay here, I’ll handle it.”

He sighed. “I really can’t go anywhere.” At least that was reassuring. He couldn’t get himself into any more trouble. His cold wrist grabbed onto yours before you could run off. "Be careful," he said quietly. Then, his tone softened, but only slightly. "I said it last time, and you didn’t listen, so I’ll repeat it as your captain: Don’t do anything stupid."

You gave him a quick nod before slipping away, moving cautiously through the shadows. You had to be quick and quiet—there were guards everywhere, and you couldn’t afford to get caught. The grey antenna was just ahead, waiting for you to shut it down.

As you crept between the tents, your steps light, you froze suddenly, hearing a familiar voice. The woman’s voice. She was talking, and there were two other voices responding. They must have been in the tent right next to you. You crouched low, phaser drawn, and carefully lifted a corner of the fabric to peer inside.

The tent was quiet except for the voices, and you could see that they were alone.

“You,” the woman’s voice rang out, “Y/N, the scientist.” Uraha recognized. You acted fast, running to her first, untying the ropes that bound her, and passing her a phaser before quickly moving to the others. “The captain?” Sulu asked, his tone heavy with concern.

“He’s alive,” you said grimly, “barely. He lost a lot of blood. There’s a device blocking the comms. I need to take it down if we’re going to get out of here.”

They nodded solemnly, and after a quick discussion, it was decided that they would stay put, not wanting to attract more attention as a larger group, especially in their wounded state.

Making your way toward the box, your stomach dropped when you realized it was locked. You cursed under your breath, frustration flooding your chest. Time was running out, and silence was no longer an option. This was going to be risky, but there was no other choice.

You raised the phaser, aiming carefully as the intense beams of energy shot out, striking the metal. It didn’t take long for the surface to scorch, a small hole forming in the center.

"Hell yeah," you muttered under your breath, spinning the phaser around your finger. "Like it was nothing…"

As you stepped back, ready to evaluate the damage, something slammed into your back. Before you could even react, a large hand gripped you tightly, lifting you off your feet and slamming you into the cold, unforgiving wall. The impact knocked the air out of your lungs, leaving you dizzy and disoriented as you crumpled to the ground.

Your body was still reeling from the shock when the sharp sting of another blow loomed, and your heart raced as you braced yourself, preparing for the next attack.

But it never came.

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"Y/N!" Jim’s voice cut through the fog of pain and disorientation. You blinked, groggy, and looked up, realizing you were lying safely on the floor of the transport bay.

"I can't believe we actually survived that," You said, your voice tinged with disbelief. You felt the blood dripping from your head, and your arm throbbed with pain, but you were alive. You had made it.

"Always so pessimistic, Y/N. I knew the whole time we'd be fine," Jim continued, his grin wavering slightly in the face of his own exhaustion.

"Depends on your definition of fine," you shot back. "You have a hole in your leg; I personally wouldn't call that fine."

Before he could respond, the doors slid open, and Dr. McCoy strode in, pushing a wheelchair. "There’s no point arguing with him, Y/N," McCoy said with a dry chuckle. 

Kirk raised an eyebrow as he looked at you. "Hey, what happened to 'don’t do anything stupid'? I watched you get tossed."

You winced, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "Just thought to myself… hmm, what would Jim do? And as it turns out, it was stupid and dangerous."

Jim opened his mouth to make a snarky comeback, but instead, he swayed dangerously and started to slump. You and Bones both scrambled to catch him, lowering him into the wheelchair before he completely collapsed.

"Sorry, guys," Jim muttered weakly, his voice a little slurred. "I guess I’m falling too hard for Y/N."

"Only you would try to flirt while fainting from blood loss," Bones shot back, his dry humour not quite masking his concern.

You couldn't even look at Jim, the heat in your cheeks too much to bear. The rest of the walk to the med bay passed in silence, your mind still spinning from the absurdity of everything.

In the med bay, Bones led Jim into a private room to work on his leg, and you were left to decide what to do. The exhaustion weighed on you, your head still a little fuzzy, but you weren’t sure whether to rest or stay and make sure Jim was okay.

"Excuse me, miss?" A soft voice broke you from your thoughts. An older man, his name badge reading Dr. Jean, gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "Dr. McCoy told me to take a look at your head."

"I’m really okay," you insisted, but he gave you a kind smile and nudged you toward the nearby exam chair.

It wasn’t like you had the energy to argue. You sank into the chair, allowing Dr. Jean to clean the wound on your head. He gave you a thorough concussion exam, his hands gentle but professional. After a moment, he nodded. "You’re clear. No concussion, you’re just a little shaken up."

You nodded, grateful, but your eyelids felt heavy. The events of the day had taken their toll, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this drained. You didn’t want to walk all the way to your quarters, so instead, you settled into a chair in the hallway, eyes fluttering closed. Just for a moment.

The quiet hum of the med bay was the last thing you heard before sleep finally claimed you.

You felt someone gently shaking your shoulder, and the movement sent a jolt through your body, but you could barely summon the energy to respond. Your eyes felt like they weighed a ton, and no matter how hard you tried, they wouldn’t open.

A voice—familiar but distant—shouted, cutting through the haze in your mind. "What do you mean you cleared her!? Does she look okay to you?" The voice was sharp and urgent, but it still didn’t seem to make sense. "Doc… Doctor McCoy?" you heard it again, more clearly this time.

Someone cupped your cheek, and the touch made you flinch, the sensation so stark against your foggy brain. You wanted to open your eyes, to make sense of it all, but it felt impossible. Then, Jim's voice came through, low but urgent. "Bones, she’s talking…"

"J-Jim?" you muttered, barely able to get the word out, but your voice sounded weak, hollow. A hand brushed your neck, sending a dull ache through the bruised skin. "Ouch," you whispered, the pain from the day's events flaring back in an instant.

"I can barely feel a pul–" Jim's voice sounded more concerned now, but it was still muffled by the fog.

"Nurse Chapel, help me lift her," Bones barked, and then the voices blurred together, talking too fast for you to follow. You couldn’t focus. The more you tried to make sense of their words, the heavier your thoughts became.

“T–Too Foggy…” you whispered, your breath coming in shallow gasps, the simple effort of speaking leaving you winded. "Doctor, my head…"

You felt your body shift as they laid you down again, the softness of the bed beneath you a small comfort in the chaos. But nothing could stop the growing sense of panic that bloomed in your chest.

“I’m telling you, McCoy, she does not have a concussion,” someone growled, the frustration evident in their voice.

"Pulse is thready and weak, not fully alert," another voice added, almost as if they were talking to themselves.

Your eyes finally cracked open, but the brightness around you was too much. It felt like a thousand needles against your senses, and you winced as the world around you became a blur.

The warmth of Jim's hand in yours was a lifeline amid the chaos of your dizzying thoughts. "Vitals are not holding," you heard someone murmur.

You turned your gaze to your hand, finding his fingers wrapped around yours, and something about the touch grounded you. “You were…” you gasped for air, each word feeling like it took everything you had. "Jim..." you tried again, breathless, "I think she’s talking to you, try to ask her—" He looked between you and the doctor, but there was a distant edge to his gaze, one that spoke volumes of his own concern. "You were so cold when we—"

You sucked in another quick breath, the sharpness in your chest reminding you just how weak your body was right now. “But now you’re very warm.”

The orders from Dr. McCoy cut through the haze: “Start her on an IV and 92% oxygen.” You felt something cold touch your arm, but the numbness was only on one side—your arm, the one that had been scratched. A strange, muted panic flared in your chest as you tried to speak again, but each word felt like it was being pulled from the depths of a fog.

“Doctor,” you gasped, “My arm…” You couldn’t even see it, but you could feel it tingling, the lack of sensation unnerving.

Dr. McCoy’s voice was tight with frustration as he moved to examine the scratch. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath, lifting your sleeve to inspect the wound. "Jim, you said she scratched it? That looks infected, and her symptoms would suggest venom... maybe the plant was venomous?"

You could feel the oxygen mask pressed over your face, the steady stream of air filling your lungs, giving you a moment of relief. Jim was holding it there, his fingers gentle against your skin. You managed a weak smile, trying to focus on him as the world swirled around you.

“You stayed with me?” you managed, the words feeling fragile. It seems whatever medication and interventions being given to you, were already having a positive effect on you. Feeling more able to talk. 

Jim looked down at you, his gaze softening for a moment. "Of course," he said, the teasing edge to his voice making a return. "Couldn't let Bones have all the glory."

You blinked slowly, warmth creeping into your chest as you met his gaze. "Thought it was because you couldn’t let my pretty face go to waste." You could feel your heart flutter despite the lingering haze of exhaustion. Jim chuckled softly, but it was the kind of laugh that didn’t quite mask the concern still hidden beneath it.

Jim’s lips brushed your forehead in a gentle, lingering kiss, his fingers smoothing the strands of hair away from your face with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. 

“Y/N, your wound’s been thoroughly cleaned. Nurse Chapel is going to administer a remedy; it may make you drowsy.” McCoy said. You reached out with your other hand, weakly grasping Dr. McCoy’s arm, squeezing it as best as you could. “You're welcome, Darlin,” he murmured, offering you a soft, reassuring smile before stepping back and leaving the room.

As his footsteps faded, your gaze shifted to Jim, who was still watching you with a mixture of concern and something else, something that made your heart flutter despite the exhaustion.

"So, when am I getting this date?" you teased, trying to focus through the fog of fatigue.

Jim raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. “This doesn’t count?” he said, leaning back slightly. You couldn’t help but smile at his teasing.

“As much as I think it’s romantic that you almost bled out, and I almost died in a chair, I feel others may disagree,” you teased back, your voice light.

He chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes. “You need rest. When you wake up,” he whispered, like a promise.

“Mm, not even tired, too excited,” you mumbled, your words fading as your eyes fluttered closed. The exhaustion finally overtook you, but deep down, you knew that whatever lay ahead would wait for you.

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The doctor was right. You slept for about 16 hours while the anti-venom worked its magic through your body. Despite the lingering ache in your muscles, you felt revitalized—energetic, even.

“Y/N, you’re finally awake,” McCoy's voice broke through the haze, and you blinked up at him, relief flooding your chest as his familiar face came into view. A knowing smile tugged at his lips.

“Bones,” you said softly, your own smile reflecting the warmth in your chest. But as your gaze shifted, a lingering doubt crept in. Was it all real? The mission, the danger, the adrenaline, the promised date? Part of you wondered if it had been some wild hallucination brought on by the stress and venom.

As if McCoy could sense the question lingering in your eyes, he spoke before you could voice it. “I know someone will be happy to see that,” he muttered, his tone dry. “He hasn’t stopped bugging me about you.” The mention of Jim sent a wave of reassurance through you. Of course, it had all been real.

Your lips parted, but you hesitated, unsure if you really wanted to ask. “Is he alright?” You could see him in your mind—bloodied, vulnerable.

McCoy’s hands worked quickly, checking your vitals as his eyes flicked back to you. “He’s on crutches, but don’t worry,” he said, a touch of amusement in his voice. “He’s been calling me every five minutes to check in on you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you stretched, stiff muscles protesting. “Can you do me a favor and not tell him I’m awake yet?” you asked, the request slipping out with a soft laugh.

McCoy gave you a pointed look, but his mouth quirked at the edges. “You two are gonna give me an early retirement.” He muttered something about stress and heart attacks before heading out, leaving you to recover in peace.

After a quick shower and a stop by the cafeteria for something warm, you found yourself standing in front of Jim’s door, your heart racing. The familiar chime sounded, and the door slid open.

There he was—leaning slightly on his crutch, eyes lighting up the moment he saw you.

“I thought we could have our date as you promised,” you said, lifting the bottle of whiskey and containers of food toward him, your smile just as wide.

“Y/N!” Jim’s voice cracked with disbelief. He stepped forward, his eyes scanning over you, taking in the way you stood there, alive, whole. “You’re awake!? Bones didn’t tell me you were up. Did he check you over before you left?” His gaze lingered on you for a moment too long, searching for any sign that you might be hiding something, but you saw only relief in his eyes.

You set the food and drinks down on the nearby table. “Yes, of course,” you said, turning to face him fully. The nervous flutter in your chest made you second-guess the moment, but you pushed it aside. “I thought it’d be a nice surprise,” you added with a teasing smile. “I brought food and drinks because I know your leg’s still recovering. I hope that’s alright?”

Jim’s expression softened, a small smile tugging at his lips as he stepped closer. He reached out and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, deliberate strokes. His other hand gripped his crutch, steadying himself.

Before you could say anything, he leaned in and kissed you—soft, tender, like a promise. His lips lingered against yours for a moment, the warmth of the kiss grounding you, making everything else fade into the background.

“Very much okay with me,” he whispered, his voice low as he pulled you a little closer.

[mariskiii]

James gf in the 80s using his clothes ⊹₊ ⋆

[kirksfangrl]

will forever love this clip