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Cooking - Trip Tucker

One word request:  Trip Tucker + Cooking A/N: I’m really hoping this one will get a little more notes than my previous Star Trek blurbs.. 😳 Star Trek Tag List: @space-helen @livenerdyandprosper if you want to be added or removed from any tag list, send me an ask!

Exactly why Trip needed to get you out of the house remained a mystery to you. Today is your anniversary, and it no doubt had a connection to that. Still, you were curious why he needed the house to himself. 

Trip told you to go and get a drink, while he “prepared”. When you asked him what he needed to prepare for, he simply smiled and shook his head. He told you to come back at exactly 7 pm. 

It’s not 7 pm yet, but you’re so excited and curious, you’re already heading home. You figured Trip probably wouldn’t mind if you were a minute or five earlier. 

As you get closer to the house, you frown. There’s a flickering light coming out of the kitchen window. It’s way too much light to come from just a few candles. The closer you get, the more you start to worry.

When you get out of the car, Trip emerges from the house. He’s holding a pan in his hand, holding it at arms length. Whatever is in the pan, it’s on fire. Trip curses loudly as he drops it on the ground in the garden.

‘What happened there?’ you ask and Trip looks up, unaware that you’re already home. ‘You aren't supposed to be home for another five minutes.’ he says. ‘Excitement and curiosity got the better of me.’ you say and you walk up to him, eyeing the pan on the ground.

It’s filled with pasta. It may have looked good at some point, but right now it’s pitch black and still smoking. You turn back to look at Trip, trying to hold back a chuckle.

‘What’d you do?’ you ask. Trip wipes the back of his hand across his forehead and sighs, motioning hopelessly at the pan. ‘Well, I tried to make your favourite pasta.’ he says.

You beam up at him and wrap an arm around his waste. ‘Really?’ you say. ‘Yeah, I found your recipe and I didn’t think it would be that hard. Turns out cooking still isn’t my greatest strength.’ says Trip.  ‘Hmm, maybe you should stick to starship engines?’ you say and you lean your head against his shoulder.

‘I’m sorry.’ mumbles Trip. ‘What are you sorry for?’ you ask. ‘Burning your anniversary dinner.’ he says. ‘You don’t have anything to apologise for, Trip. I love that you wanted to make my favourite dish.’ you say and you turn to kiss his shoulder. 

‘Still, though, it sucks.’ he says. ‘Or we could get dressed up and head into town, find a nice restaurant, and have dinner anyway.’ you say. Trip looks at you and pouts. ‘But I wanted to cook for you.’ he says. 

You smile at him and reach up to cup his cheek with one of your hands. ‘I know, and I really appreciate it. You now I love you. It’s very sweet you wanted to cook for me. I’ll tell you what; we’ll go and get dinner somewhere else, and you can make me breakfast tomorrow morning yeah? You find that easier than cooking dinner anyway.’ you say.

Trip smiles and nods at you. ‘That sounds good.’ he says. ‘On one condition.’ ‘Sure, anything.’ you say.  Trip smirks at you and pulls you closer. ‘You wear the red dress.’ he says. You can’t help but to laugh. You have a gorgeous red dress that one man in particular loves. ‘Sure.’ you say and you stand on your toes to kiss him.

‘Happy anniversary, Trip.’ you say. Trip kisses your cheek. ‘Happy anniversary sweetheart.’

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REVIEW

The Scent of Murder by Kylie Logan

Jazz Ramsey #1

At the end of this book I felt this book was a bit more like a cozy mystery than anything else. The main character, Jasmine “Jazz” Ramsey is training Luther for his owner before Luther is to be tested and certified to be a Human Remains Detection (HRD) search and rescue dog. Stumbling upon a corpse at the beginning of the book is the introduction to Jazz, Luther and one-time-lover homicide detective Nick Kolesov. The blurb/synopsis of the book lays the groundwork and quite a bit of the backstory for this book and the characters within it.

To me Jazz felt a bit lost and I am not sure if that is due to the death of her father, the loss of Nick as her significant other or something else. I hope to learn more about what motivates Jazz in future books of the series. Nick was someone I could understand as he seemed to be dedicated to his work and because he seemed to care for Jazz. I sometimes wondered if Jazz was into finding out who killed Florie because she was at loose ends and needed a purpose or if she is in fact nosy and likes to solve puzzles.

I enjoyed following the leads that finally revealed who killed Florie. The supporting characters were interesting and no doubt will pop up in future books. I enjoyed the way the book was plotted and written and hope that Jazz’s personality will emerge more in the future.

What I liked:

* the dogs – when they appeared

* the puzzle pieces that at first didn’t seem to have any reason being there and then later made so much sense

* Nick – he seemed a level-headed and nice guy

* Jazz’s brothers

* The information about location

* Finding out that my first thoughts about some “bad” people were unfounded

* Not realizing right away who the murderer was

What I didn’t like:

* Some of Jazz’s less than polite ways of dealing with people she was questioning

* Not finding out what happened to break Nick and Jazz up – was it volatile or just a slow moving away from one another

* Not truly understanding what motivated Jazz

Did I enjoy reading this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Yes

Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press – Minotaur Books for the ARC – This is my honest review.

3-4 Stars

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First in a new series from national bestselling author Kylie Logan, The Scent of Murder is a riveting mystery following Jazz Ramsey as she trains cadaver dogs.

The way Jazz Ramsey figures it, life is pretty good. She’s thirty-five years old and owns her own home in one of Cleveland’s most diverse, artsy, and interesting neighborhoods. She has a job she likes as an administrative assistant at an all-girls school, and a volunteer interest she’s passionate about—Jazz is a cadaver dog handler.

Jazz is working with Luther, a cadaver dog in training. Luther is still learning cadaver work, so Jazz is putting him through his paces at an abandoned building that will soon be turned into pricey condos. When Luther signals a find, Jazz is stunned to see the body of a young woman who is dressed in black and wearing the kind of make-up and jewelry that Jazz used to see on the Goth kids back in high school.

She’s even more shocked when she realizes that beneath the tattoos and the piercings and all that pale make up is a familiar face.

The lead detective on the case is an old lover, and the murdered woman is an old student. Jazz finds herself sucked into the case, obsessed with learning the truth.

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CHAPTER 1

It had rained that after noon and the sidewalks  were still wet. When the last of the eve ning light hit them, the slate squares reflected Jazz Ramsey’s neighborhood— streetlights, and the neon signs that flashed from the win dows of the trendy pubs, and a watery rendering of St. John Cantius church, an urban Monet masterpiece, its tan brick walls and bell tower blurred.

Even though it was officially spring, the wind off Lake Erie was wicked. Jazz bundled her shoulder- length brown hair into a loose ponytail and pulled up the hood of her sweatshirt, then hunched further into her North Face jacket. She stopped at a corner, waiting for the light to change, and was pleased when Luther sat down at her side even without a command.

“Good dog,” she was sure to tell him at the same time she breathed in the combined smell of damp earth and the discarded bag from Taco Bell crumpled near the curb.

To Luther’s credit, he ignored what ever bits and bites of Mexican cuisine might still be in the bag. But then, he’d been trained to follow diff er ent scents. When the light changed, he trotted along when Jazz crossed the street, his pace as brisk as hers, and the way he pricked his ears and cocked his head, she knew he sensed the exhilaration that vibrated from her hand through his leash. Luther knew it was almost time to get down to business.

Here, College Avenue started its downhill trek into the Cleveland Flats, the city’s once- booming industrial heart. These days, Clevelanders  were more likely to work in health care or IT than in foundries and factories, but one hundred years ago, this was the route thousands of workers took each day from their homes in blue- collar Tremont—it was simply called the South Side then—to the fiery furnaces that produced Amer i ca’s steel.

“ We’re not  going far,” Jazz assured Luther at the same time she noticed the  couple who stumbled out of the Tree house just up ahead made sure to give the massive German shepherd a wide berth. “Just over  here,” she told him once  they’d passed the open door to the bar and the blaring  music that seeped onto the street  wasn’t quite so loud. “Over to the new condos.”

They stopped outside a sturdy brick building nearly ninety years old with solid walls and a slate roof. By the end of summer, Jazz  imagined  there would be gleaming glass in the window frames where  there was plywood now, and win dow boxes, too, no doubt, and cars parked outside that reflected the status- conscious success of the young professionals  she’d heard  were already lined up to buy.

But not tonight.

Tonight the building was empty and dark and she had it all to herself.

It was the perfect place to put Luther through his paces.

Still hanging on to the dog’s leash with one hand, Jazz fished the key from her pocket with the other and silently thanked Ken Zelinsky, the site supervisor, who’d agreed to give her an hour’s time inside the building.

It  wasn’t easy to find urban training sites for a human remains detection dog.

She swung open the door and slanted Luther a look.

“So what do you think?”

Luther sat, his tail thumping out a rhythm of excitement on the front stoop, and before she unhooked his leash, Jazz did a quick run- through of what  she’d learned from his owner. Luther was a  little over two years old, good- natured. He could be as playful as any pup, but he had a serious side, too. Like now, when he had to work.

“He’s a smart dog,” Greg Johnson had insisted when he begged Jazz to help with the final stages of Luther’s training. “He just needs some reinforcement from a  really good handler. That’s you, Jazz.”

It was.

Or at least it used to be.

These days, Jazz was feeling a  little rusty. She was out of practice, not in the mood. It was one of the reasons that,  after hemming and hawing and finding excuse  after excuse,  she’d fi nally agreed to Greg’s request. She needed to shake herself out of her funk, and to her way of thinking,  there was no better way to do that than with a dog. She stepped into the long, narrow entry way of the building with its rows of broken mailboxes along one wall, and shut the front door  behind her. The eerie quiet of years of neglect closed around her along with the smell of dampness and decay, rotted wiring and musty tiles carried by an errant breeze. Feeling her way, she unsnapped the leash from Luther’s collar and gave him the command  she’d devised for all the dogs she worked with  because it was less ghoulish than saying “Find the dead guy!”

“Find Henry!” she told him, and she stepped back and out of Luther’s way.

Like all HRD dogs, Luther was that rare combination— independent enough to go off on his own and loyal enough to owner and handler to need praise. But he  didn’t know Jazz well, and smart dog that he was, he wanted to be certain. He glanced over his shoulder at her.

“You know what to do, Luther. You  don’t need Greg  here to tell you.” She swept a hand along her side. “Find Henry!”

In fact, what Jazz hoped the dog would do was clear both the first and second floors in rec ord time and head up to the third floor where that after noon  she’d hidden a  human tooth (a donation from her  mother, Claire, who, at the age of fifty- two, had deci ded she wanted the kind of sparkling smile  she’d seen on so many models and had begun to see an orthodontist).  Human teeth contained enough scent to attract a properly trained dog’s attention. If Luther was on his game— and she hoped he was  because she hated the thought of telling Greg his dog  wasn’t ready for the grueling volunteer work done by dogs and handlers—he would locate the tooth, signal by barking three times, and chomp on the treat she would use as a reward while she secured the scene and made a simulated call to the cops, just as she would do if they made a real find.

“You gonna get a move on or what?” she asked Luther, her voice falling flat against the pitted plaster. “Find Henry!”

In a flash of black and sable, the dog took off down the darkened hallway.

After nearly ten years training and  handling cadaver dogs, Jazz knew the ropes. She  couldn’t give Luther a hint about where to go or what he was looking for so she kept back, letting him work, refusing to influence him by her demeanor or her movements. She heard his claws scramble on the tile floor somewhere in the dark up ahead, flicked on her high- powered flashlight, and followed.

Some dogs, like pointers, are air sniffers. Some, like bloodhounds, keep their noses to the ground. No  matter their breed, cadaver dogs, by virtue of their work, have to be proficient at both. They are trained as trailing dogs to pick up the scent that has fallen from decomposing bodies onto the ground, and as air- scenting dogs as well, so they can detect any smell of decomposition that’s carried on the breeze. By the time she located him in a back room of what had once been a four- room working- class apartment, Luther was hard at work.

His eyes focused and  every inch of his muscular body at the ready, he drew in a breath then hurried back and forth, side to side, through what had once been a kitchen, in an attempt to catch the strongest scent.

Not  here. On the third floor.

Jazz knew better than to say it. Part of an HRD dog’s gift was to eliminate one area so dog and handler could move on to the next. Luther was  doing his job, and he was  doing it well. She had to remember to compliment Greg on his training methods.

Nose to the floor, his ears pricked, Luther cleared the kitchen and headed into the back bedrooms. Jazz kicked a piece of fallen tile out of the way, but she kept her place. She would wait quietly  until the dog emerged from the back rooms and when he headed out into the hallway, she would follow.

At least that was her plan.

Until Luther barked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

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About Kylie Logan

So maybe you already know that I'm not just Kylie Logan, I'm also Casey Daniels and a few other writers, too.  What's it like to have multiple personalities and the pen names to go with them?  Well, I was once lucky enough to interview mystery great Elizabeth Peters for an article in the Cleveland Plain Dealer.  She writes under more than one name, too, and she described the experience perfectly, “If you're only one person,” she said, “you're boring!” And I guess I'd add to that—if you only write one mystery series, you're boring, too!  Or maybe you're just not getting visited as often by the Idea Fairy.  The only way to keep that particular critter quiet is to follow where those ideas lead and to date, they've led me to write three different mystery series under the Kylie name. So who is Kylie?  I'm a fulltime writer who has loved mysteries since I was a kid.  My dad was a Cleveland Police detective, and he introduced me to Sherlock Holmes stories.  He also gave me my first investigating experiences when on his days off, we'd pile into the car and hit the streets to look for stolen cars.  When he retired from the force, Dad became the head of security for the Cleveland Public Library. Crooks and books!  I guess I come by my love for mysteries honestly. I have a degree in English, experience as a journalist and writing teacher, and lots of ideas about interesting ways to kill people. This makes me an excellent guest as cocktail parties, but I've noticed that the hostess doesn't always trust me near the food.  Could that have something to do with the book on poisons sticking out of my purse? I began my career writing historical romance and my book “Devil's Diamond” was nominated for a RITA award as historical of the year by Romance Writers of America.  I've also written contemporary romance, young adult horror (as Zoe Daniels and Connie Laux), and one children's book, “Fright Knight,” in the RL Stine's Ghosts of Fear Street series.  If you click on the “AKA” button at the top of the page, you'll see all my pen names. I enjoy weaving and knitting, exploring old cemeteries, and I am a beekeeper. I can't pass up an antique shop (there might be buttons in there!).  I can't put down a classic book (even if I already know the story!).  And I can't say no to a good bowl of chili.  Lucky for me, my husband is the world's greatest chili maker. When I'm not writing, I'm usually with my family and our two dogs, Ernie, an adorable Airedale, and Oscar, a Jack Russell rescue who came for a short-term stay and ten years later, is still here.  Those of you who have ever lived with/met/had dealings with a Russell will certainly understand how knowing him has increased my propensity for murder.  

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Infatuation - Malcolm Reed

One word request:  Malcolm Reed + Infatuation A/N: this isn’t proof read sorry! hope you enjoy :) Star Trek Tag List: @space-helen @livenerdyandprosper if you want to be added or removed from any tag list, send me an ask!

It happens every time your shifts overlaps with Malcolm’s. He isn’t paying attention and he makes mistakes that you know he wouldn’t have made otherwise. You wonder why he’s not doing his job well whenever you’re on the bridge as well.

It isn’t until you had a conversation with Travis the other night, you started to wonder about it more. Travis had more shifts with Malcolm than you did, and what he told you caught your interest.

According to Travis, Malcolm doesn’t actually mess up a lot. He’s quite good at his job, actually. The entire bridge crew thinks so, including Captain Archer. It isn’t until you start your shift and enter the bridge that Malcolm starts to mess up and make mistakes.

You confessed to Travis you thought it might be your fault, that you maybe said something in the past that upset him. Whatever you did, it made Malcolm stare at you non-stop. You were still able to do your job, though. You pretended you couldn’t feel his eyes burning in your back. It’s as if they’re glued to you. 

Not that you mind. You’ve always thought of Malcolm as a very intelligent, kind and, yes, attractive man. You would never say this to anyone, and especially not someone that’s stationed on the same ship as you. You could already imagine the embarrassment if someone found out. People like Trip and Travis would tease you endlessly. You really couldn’t afford to be distracted by them the way Malcolm seems to be distracted by you.

No, you needed to do your job. And you couldn’t have any distractions. You were hoping for a promotion, so you needed everything to be flawless when you were working. 

After a very long shift you drag yourself along the corridors of Enterprise, on your way to your quarters. You share the hallway with a few other crew members. Your quarters are next to Malcolm’s and across from Trip’s. 

Malcom messed up again during his shift and Enterprise nearly crossed the border with enemy space. Malcolm got called into the captain’s quarters and it took very long for him to get out again. When he did, he looked guilty and very upset. You had tried to talk to him whenever you weren’t busy, but he just didn’t reply to you.

You walk around the corner and see the door to Trip’s quarters are open. He’s standing in the door, leaning against its frame while talking to Malcolm. Both men have a very serious look on their face. Trip’s nodding along to whatever Malcolm’s saying. 

‘Hi.’ you say when you’re within hearing range and you see the two of them give you a surprised look.  ‘Well, I don’t know about you two but I am tired as hell.’ you say. ‘That really was a close call.’ ‘Yeah it was.’ says Trip. 

You turn to look at Malcom, who is looking at his feet and doesn’t show any signs he heard you.  ‘Malcolm?’ you say. ‘Everybody makes mistakes, don’t blame yourself.’  ‘Nobody messes up as much as I do. I should resign. Tell captain Archer to drop me off at the nearest Federation planet, and continue this mission without me.’ says Malcolm. If it isn’t his words, it’s the sad tone in his voice that breaks your heart. 

‘Don’t say that, Malcolm.’ you say. ‘You’re good at your job. Don’t speak about yourself like that, you’re so much more than you think of yourself.’ ‘You think so?’ says Malcolm, still not looking at you. ‘I do.’ you say. 

‘I’m going to bed.’ says Trip, startling you. You almost forgot he was there as well. You nod at him and he steps into his quarters and closes the door, leaving you and Malcolm the only two in the hallway. 

‘You want to go and have a drink in my quarters?’ you say. ‘I’ve got a bottle of some pretty good stuff that I got from one of the new Ensigns.’ ‘No, thanks, I’m good.’ says Malcolm and he begins to walk to the door to his quarters. 

‘Did I do something?’ you blurt out when Malcolm’s opened the doors to his quarters. He stops, one foot in his quarters and the other still in the hallway. You see him hesitate before turning around. 

‘It’s just, I noticed you mess up when I’m on the bridge, and I can’t help but to think it’s my fault and I did something wrong.’ you say.  Malcolm shakes his head at you. ‘You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/N.’ he says. ‘Well then, did I say something that upset you?’ you ask. ‘You didn’t say anything to upset me, you didn’t do anything wrong, and none of this is your fault.’ says Malcolm.

You walk up to him and he finally looks you in the eye. You can see he’s still very upset about what happened earlier on the bridge. ‘What happened to you, Malcolm?’ you say. ‘You’ve changed.’  Malcolm is quiet. You wait for him to answer, as he shows no sign of entering his quarters.

Finally, he speaks up. But his voice is so quiet and he’s looking at the ground again, you don’t hear him. ‘You’ve got to speak up, I can’t hear you.’ you say.  He speaks again, louder this time, so you can hear him. ‘I fell in love.’

‘Malcolm!’ you say, feeling a bit relieved it’s only that, but at the same time you feel like someone punched you in the guts. ‘That’s great!’ ‘No it’s not.’ says Malcolm. ‘She’s distracting me to the point where I can’t even do my job. I’m going to ask for a transfer anyway.’ ‘Well, maybe you need to talk to her about it first, before you make any decisions you might regret.’ you say.  ‘I’m doing that right now.’ he says. ‘Okay, so tell her to, oh-’ in the middle of your sentence you processed what he just said. 

‘Well that’s great.’ you say, failing to hide your smile and blush. ‘How?’ says Malcolm, tilting his head to look at you. ‘It’s only gotten me in trouble.’ ‘Well, we could fix that.’ you say slowly. ‘See, I could offer you that drink again, and we could talk about this and maybe I can persuade you not to transfer ships and-’ you pause and take a breath. ‘And maybe at the end of the evening I could ask if you want to have dinner with me some day and I’d hope you say yes.’ 

Malcolm smiles for the first time in hours. ‘Seriously?’ he says and you nod. ‘Well then, I would like that drink.’ he says and you smile and open the doors to your quarters. Malcolm follows you inside and closes the door behind him as you try to remain calm while getting out some glasses. You were about to have a drink with Malcolm Reed. Finally.

A/N: I hope you like it!! My one word requests are currently open. It ends October 1st so make sure to send me an ask if you want a one word request. Check my post about it for more information.

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Sunrise - Jonathan Archer

One word request: Jonathan Archer + Sunrise A/N: first request of this wave of blurbs! thank you for requesting this! this is also my first time writing for archer, let me know that you think of it! Star Trek Tag List: @space-helen ( I noticed I tagged you in a few Harry Potter pieces I wrote, but then I remembered you’re not part of that tag list, sorry! )

It’s been hours, yet you’re still awake. Ever since you got back from the three year mission, things have been different. Your anxiety came back and you’re having trouble falling asleep. The three years in outer space were very hectic, stressful and on top of all of that, you also lost a hand full of crew members. 

When you got back, you travelled with a few of the crew members, each one of them leaving the group when they got to their home town. You were the last one still traveling, along with Jonathan. 

Throughout the mission, you became much closer, and eventually you found yourself in a relationship with him. He asked you to stay with him for a while at his place, and you gladly accepted. You didn't want to be alone just yet.

When you roll over, you see the sky is slowly turning orange, the light of the rising sun illuminating the clouds. You decide to start your day because let’s be real; you’re not getting any sleep.

You notice Jonathan isn’t next to you. He has developed a habit to roam around the house, sometimes falling asleep on the couch and sometimes, like you, not sleeping at all. 

You put on a sweater of his as you walk to the kitchen. You cross the living room and glance at the couch, but Jonathan isn’t there. Coffee can wait. You walk around the house, searching for him. 

When you look out the kitchen window, you find him. He’s outside, still in his pyjamas, looking at the rising sun. You pull the sleeves of the sweater over your hands and step outside into the cold.

‘Jon?’ you say softly as you walk up to him. You wrap your arms around him and look up at him. He’s still looking at the sun. ‘Hey.’ he says. ‘I woke up early to watch the sunrise.’

You sigh. ‘Don’t do that, Jonathan.’ you say.  He looks down at you and wraps his arm around your shoulder. ‘Do what?’ ‘Lie to me.’ you say. ‘I know you didn’t sleep. But that’s okay, I didn’t sleep either.’

‘Sorry.’ he says. ‘Just didn’t want you to worry.’  ‘I know.’ you say. There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you look at the sun that’s slowly rising. You don’t know how much time passed when Jonathan speaks up.

‘How long do you think it will last? These sleepless nights, the dreams.’ he says. ‘I don’t know.’ you say honestly. ‘But I don’t think it’ll ever go away. Maybe we’ll get a few hours of sleep, but the dreams won’t leave. They never do. We just have to accept them.’

Though it is still cold outside, the sun shining on your face makes it slightly better. You move closer to Jonathan and you feel how his grip on your shoulders tightens.

‘I’m glad you asked me to stay with you.’ you say. ‘I’m glad you said yes.’ says Jonathan. ‘I don’t know what I’d do if I was alone all the time. Sometimes when I think back to the mission, I feel so much regret I couldn’t bring everyone home. But then I look at you, and I realise that even though it wasn’t a perfect mission, I did get something good out of it. I got you. And no mission is perfect. But at least you’re here with me, and I feel slightly less guilty about it all.’

‘How about we make a quick breakfast, and we can sit in the garden? The sun’s  rising, so it won’t be that cold in a while.’ you say. ‘Might as wel start the day off slow, given that neither of us slept.’

Jonathan smiles at you. ‘That sounds great.’ he says and he leans in to kiss your forehead. ‘Really great.’ he mumbles with is lips still against your skin. 

You know you can’t make the dreams stop, or make either of you fall asleep. The least you can do, is make sure the two of you aren’t reminded of the mission during the day. Just you, Jonathan and the rising sun.

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Starlight - Trip Tucker

One word request: Trip Tucker + Starlight A/N: I liked writing this! also I miss trip I should rewatch ent asap. enjoy reading! :)

‘Trip.’ you say rather firmly.  ‘What?’ he says innocently. ‘Remove your hand from my ass.’ you say. ‘Was just helping you up.’ says Trip. ‘We are on duty.’ you whisper-shout at him.

You are currently stuck in a jefferies tube, doing some small repairs. Trip, your boyfriend, thought he’d help you up. You’re lucky no crew member saw you. Your relationship with Trip is still a secret, though you feel like any day Trip could expose you because he’s such a damn tease. Can’t seem to keep his hands to himself for one minute. 

‘Whatever you say, starlight.’ says Trip, and he lets go of you. You roll your eyes and continue to work. You’re officially not an engineer, you’re a science officer. However, you’re often found in engineering when Trip needs an extra hand and suddenly all of the other engineers are busy or not on duty.

You know it’s an excuse to spend time with him. And though you’re grateful for every moment you get to spend with him, you did tell him he can’t ask you to come down to engineering every time the two of you are on duty. Simply because people would start to notice. 

When you’re done with the repairs, you get down and hand the tools back to Trip. ‘All fixed.’ you say. ‘Next time you need someone to climb into the jefferies tube, you can ask Hoshi, she’s shorter than me, I had to squeeze myself in there.’

Trip raises his eyebrows at you and you laugh. ‘Kidding.’ you say. ‘I’m always happy to help out my favorite engineer.’ 

You quickly look around the room. There’s a handful of crew members, but they’re all busy with their tasks, not paying attention to you and Trip. Therefore, you quickly lean in and kiss Trip’s cheek. 

‘See you at dinner.’ you say cheerfully before leaving engineering. 

Though you and Trip try your best to keep your relationship private, the two of you figured there’d be nothing wrong with the two of you having dinner in the mess hall. Half of the time, other crew members joined you, and it would be weird if you started avoiding each other.

And, on top of getting to spend time with each other, if you had been working late, you could take a walk around the ship without anyone seeing you. Given that private moments rarely happened, taking a walk after you finish having dinner had always been your favorite activity to do with Trip.

Luckily, today is one of those late shifts. Though you’re exhausted, you’re happy when you and Trip finish dinner and you can go for a short walk. There’s still a few people working, and you don’t want to be caught holding hands. You do walk very close to him, though.  

You’re telling Trip a funny story about your time at the Academy. You and Hoshi, your roommate at the time, had gotten in trouble at a bar and there just so happened to be a highly ranked officer present, who saw the whole thing. 

But when you look to your left to see Trip’s reaction, you’re sure he didn’t listen to a thing you said. He looks at you and there’s a smile on his lips.

‘Did you hear what I just said?’ you ask him. ‘Nah.’ he says truthfully. ‘Was too busy lookin’ at you.’ You chuckle and playfully roll your eyes. ‘Do you ever hear a word I say?’ you say. ‘Yea, ‘course.’ says Trip. ‘You look beautiful, starlight.’

You jump a bit when someone clears their throat. You look over Trip’s shoulder and see none other than Captain Archer, as well as Malcolm. Your eyes widen in horror and you look at Trip, hoping he knows how to get out of this. Trip turns around, looking at Archer and Malcolm.

‘Uh- what I meant was... the light from the stars. It’s really beautiful from this side of the ship.’ says Trip, stuttering. 

‘Yeah.’ you say, joining his story. ‘It’s like it’s brighter from this side of the ship.’ You quickly turn your head to look at Trip. ‘Do you still need me to help fix that thing in engineering, commander?’ you say, trying to sign with your eyes without Archer and Malcolm noticing.

‘Yep.’ he says. ‘Yeah, I definitely need help with that thing. Shall we?’ ‘Right away.’ you say and you quickly walk past Archer and Malcolm, closely followed by Trip.

Archer and Malcolm look at the two of you as you and Trip make your way to engineering. Once you’re out of their hearing range, Malcolm turns to Archer.

‘Do they really not know we figured them out a long time ago?’ says Malcolm. ‘Apparently not.’ says Archer, failing to suppress a smile.  ‘We should tell them, right?’ says Malcolm. ‘That we know?’ ‘Or we could just let it rest for a little while longer.’ says Archer, a slightly amused tone in his voice. ‘Let’s see if he accidentally calls her starlight when there’s other crew members around. I have a feeling Trip is going to let it slip, I’d bet on it.’

Malcolm holds out his hand to captain Archer. ‘I think Y/N is the one to let it slip. Want to actually bet on it?’ he says. ‘You’re on.’ says Archer and he shakes Malcolm’s hand.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

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Touch - Malcolm Reed

One word request:  Malcolm Reed + Touch  A/N: my first Malcom request 🥺🥺🥺 sorry if this kinda sucks, my mental health is really bad atm, I tried my best. hope you like it! Star Trek Tag List: @space-helen @livenerdyandprosper if you want to be added or removed from any tag list, send me an ask!

It’s been nearly a week and you’re still stuck in some improvised quarantine chamber down in medbay. About six days ago, you were part of a team that went down to the surface of a deserted planet to collect some samples and to see if there was life. 

Everything was fine, you collected a good amount of samples and even discovered a weird sort of reptile living near some mountains. Everything was completely fine, until you got back on Enterprise and one of the other crew members that was part of the team started to get very sick.

He was constantly throwing up, his temperature was dangerously high, he was sweating like crazy and had trouble breathing. Phlox immediately separated him from the rest of the crew to find out what happened to him. 

Out of precaution, the rest of the crew members that had been on the planet had to go in quarantine, even if they didn’t show any signs of sickness. This meant you had to be quarantined as well. And you hated it. 

Firstly, because Phlox wanted to do test after test to be absolutely sure you weren’t sick as well. It got to the point where he would wake you up in the middle of the night to do more tests with you. You were pretty sure he’d done every test he could think of.

Secondly, because Captain Archer flat out refused to give you a padd so you could get some work done. He told you to “focus on getting better”. And you told him, as you do every time he visits you to see how you’re doing, that you didn’t need to get better because you’re not sick in the first place. Still, he refused to let you work, and so all you could really do was wait.

And lastly, probably the one that annoyed you the most, you couldn’t be with your boyfriend, Malcom. Though he was allowed to visit you in medbay in between shifts or on his breaks, Phlox insisted he remained as close to the door as possible. 

Because Phlox was always in medbay, you couldn’t have real conversations with Malcom. Most of the times you just talked about his day, what was happening on the ship and other bits of small talk. You couldn’t wait to get out. 

Every time you thought Phlox had run out of tests he could do, he found yet another one, forcing you to be stuck in medbay for yet another day or two. Phlox didn’t seem to mind, he wanted to be absolutely sure you weren’t sick. You pointed out to him you were the last one in quarantine and you didn’t have any symptoms. Other crew members that also didn’t have symptoms got out way quicker than you did. 

Phlox assured this was because you have an important position on the ship and you work with a lot of different departments. Because you didn’t want to ruin the good mood of basically the only crew member you saw, you sort of nodded along to whatever he was saying. But it was starting to get annoying. You wanted to get out, to see Malcom, to hold him close, and to do your damn job. 

When you wake up on the seventh day, you expect Phlox to be ready to take even more tests. Instead, he’s nowhere to be found in medbay. You walk around your improvised little chamber, looking at every corner of medbay. Phlox is not in medbay. 

You frown as you sit down on your bed. There’s nothing you could do but wait. You could contact Phlox if he’s taking longer, but maybe he’s just getting something to eat and he’ll be back in a while. 

About 45 minutes later, however, Phlox still hasn’t returned. You walk to the intercom and press a button.  ‘Phlox, it’s Y/L/N. Where are you?’ you say. You wait for a while, but he doesn’t respond to you. That’s weird. Normally, Phlox is very fast with his replies. 

You decide to try and see if Captain Archer knows what’s going on. You press the button and say ‘Y/L/N for Captain Archer.’ No response. Why would both the doctor and the captain of the ship not reply?

While starting to worry, you press the button again. ‘Y/L/N for Reed.’ you say. Thankfully, Malcom does answer you. ‘Reed here.’ he says.

You let out a sigh. ‘Thank god. Phlox and Captain Archer aren’t responding. Is something happening?’ you say.  ‘Not that I know of. Phlox did call the captain away but he didn’t sound too worried.’ says Malcolm.

‘I’m going crazy. I haven’t got any of the symptoms, I feel completely fine, yet Phlox insists on keeping me locked up.’ you say. ‘Okay, first of all, you are not locked up, you are quarantined. There’s a difference.’ says Malcolm.

‘To you there’s a difference. You’re not the one that’s locked up.’ you say. ‘Want me to come to medbay? Keep you company?’ says Malcolm. ‘Your break starts in five minutes.’ you point out. ‘I don’t think anyone would mind if I leave five minutes early.’ says Malcolm. 

A few minutes later the doors to medbay open and Malcolm walks in. You smile at him and because Phlox isn’t around, he takes that opportunity to walk up to the glass separating you from the rest of the room.

‘Hi.’ he says.  ‘Hey.’ you say, glad he’s closer than he has been in seven days. ‘I hope no one called you out for leaving early.’ you say and Malcolm shakes his head. Just as you open your mouth to talk to him again, the doors open. Instinctively, Malcom jumps away from the glass.

Phlox and Captain Archer enter the room, apparently discussing something important, judging by the looks on their face and their hushed voices. They look up when they notice Malcolm is in the room.

‘Reed. Your break just started, are you going to tell me you sprinted down to medbay and beat me to it?’ says Archer.  Malcolm shakes his head. ‘No, Captain, I left five minutes early. I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal if I got back five minutes early after my break.’ says Malcolm. 

Captain Archer nods and turns his attention to you. ‘How are you feeling, Y/L/N?’ he says.  ‘Annoyed.’ you say. ‘When am I finally getting out of here?’  ‘Yes, about that.’ says Captain Archer and he gestures for Phlox to come forward.

‘I ran every test I could think of-’ ‘Yes, I am aware of that.’ ‘Y/L/N, please don’t interrupt me this is important information.’ says Phlox and you quickly apologise. 

‘As I was saying.’ says Phlox. ‘I ran every test I could think of multiple times and they all got back negative. Even though some crew members got sick, you didn’t. So you’re free to return to your own quarters and your station. You don’t need to be quarantined any longer.’ 

You look from Phlox to Captain Archer. ‘You kept me in this glass box for a week, with no physical contact, having to get tested over and over again, and now you’re telling me it was all for nothing?’ you say. You feel anger rising in you and try to remain calm. They basically just wasted a week of your life on this ship.

‘Well, we couldn’t be entirely sure you were okay before running all those tests, Y/L/N.’ says Captain Archer. ‘You kept me here for a week!’ you say, your voice getting louder. ‘I got way more tests than the others! The only contact I had was with you, Phlox or Malcolm! The only times I actually felt someone touching my skin was when Phlox was taking blood samples, and he was wearing gloves so it doesn't even count! Do you know what it’s like not to be touched for a week?’

‘Y/N.’ says Captain Archer. ‘We did it out of precaution. Yes, we made a mistake by keeping you in quarantine longer than necessary. We’re sorry it made you feel like this, I understand what it must be like to not be able to touch anyone. But you can get out now.’

Phlox walks over to the glass door and unlocks it. You can see the hesitation in his eyes before he opens it, allowing you to step out. You take a deep breath in and immediately walk over to Malcolm. He smiles at you as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck. 

‘You can take the rest of the day off, and start your usual shift tomorrow.’ you hear Captain Archer say. You turn to look at him, still holding onto Malcolm. ‘Actually, sir, if you don’t mind, I’d like to start immediately.’ you say.  Captain Archer nods. ‘That’s okay.’ he says and he leaves medbay. 

You turn your attention back to Malcolm. ‘Want to go and grab something to eat?’ you say and Malcolm smiles and nods. You let go of him to intertwine your fingers with his. 

Even though it’s been more than a week, feeling Malcolm’s touch could never feel strange to you. It's like coming home. And as the two of you walk out of medbay, you feel better than you have in days. You’re finally able to hold Malcom again, and to feel him kissing your cheek.

A/N: I hope you like it!! My one word requests are currently open. It ends October 1st so make sure to send me an ask if you want a one word request. Check my post about it for more information.

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Training - Malcolm Reed

One word request:  Malcolm Reed + Training A/N:  college is stressful as hell but I did find the time to write this, hope you like it! :) Star Trek Tag List: @space-helen @livenerdyandprosper if you want to be added or removed from any tag list, send me an ask!

As soon as your shift ends, you leave the bridge and head straight for your quarters. Most people eat something after their shift, they take a shower or they read a book. Basically they end their day by doing, well, nothing. But not you.

Once you’ve reached your quarters, you immediately change into your workout clothing. You grab a bottle of water and a towel, and head towards the training room. You’re tired of today’s shift, but you like to end your day in the training room.

When you open the door and look around the corner, you smile to yourself. As you had predicted, Malcolm is training. Both you and Malcolm always end your days in the training room. Both for very different reasons, though.

See, Malcolm is actually training. He says it helps him blow off steam, and it helps him to clear his mind. Most of the time, he’s training until his shirt is almost soaked in sweat. 

You, on the other hand, aren’t training nearly as hard as Malcolm. You never sweat because of your training. Because you’re not really training. Malcolm goes to the training room to actually do some training. You go to the training room to watch him train. 

Though he pretends he doesn’t know the reason you’re always in there with him, you suspect he knows perfectly well why you’re there as well. You can tell by the glances he gives you. Once or twice, he’ll even wink or smirk at you. He doesn’t say a word, he never does. He just trains, and when he’s done, he’ll walk out the door, a towel over his shoulders, and always with the same “goodnight Y/L/N”.

Today’s not any different. You walk in the room and are pleased to see it’s empty except for you and Malcolm. He looks over his shoulder when he hears the door opening. You shoot him a smile, which he returns before going back to his training.

You walk to the other side of the room and start your usual warming up. Every now and then, you look over to Malcolm. Once or twice you catch his eye, and you slowly turn away. 

After an hour or so, Malcolm stops training. You frown, as he’s usually training for several hours. You pretend not to notice him as he walks up to you. Malcolm stops in front of you and you innocently look up at him.

‘Calling it a night?’ you say.  ‘Maybe.’ says Malcolm. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ you say.

Malcolm takes a sip of water and looks you in the eye, taking very long to respond. ‘Well, it really depends.’ he says. ‘On what?’ you say. ‘On you.’ he says and the corners of your mouth curl into a tiny smile. ‘How so?’ you say.

You move to sit down and Malcolm follows your movements, sitting down as well. ‘I know why you’re always in here whenever I am.’ says Malcolm. ‘Yes.’ you say. ‘To train, why else would I be here?’ 

Malcolm raises his eyebrow at you and you fail to suppress a chuckle. ‘Are you going to play innocent? We both know you aren’t here to train.’ says Malcolm. ‘Why else would I be here?’ you say. ‘It’s a great way to end the day, get all the frustration out, clear my mind.’  Malcolm smiles and shakes his head. ‘So you’re telling me, that you’re not here every night because I am here? That you actually end all of your shifts with a workout session?’ he says.

‘I think there’s only one way to find out.’ you say. Malcolm is quiet as he looks at you. He moves closer to you and raises a hand to rest on your cheek. His skin is still sweaty, and a bit sticky, but you don’t mind. 

Malcolm leans in and looks at you, silently asking for permission. You nod and he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. You move closer to Malcolm and wrap your arms around his neck. 

After what feels like forever, Malcolm pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.  ‘Guess my hunch was right, huh?’ he says in a low voice and you bite your lip and nod.

‘Hey, I know another way we can let off some steam.’ you say. ‘Hmm, what’s that?’ says Malcolm. 

You get up and hold out your hand for him. With a smile, you say ‘You’ll have to go to my quarters to find out.’

Malcolm looks up at you before getting up and taking your hand, allowing you to take him with you as you leave the training room.

A/N: I hope you like it!! My one word requests are currently closed. Check my post about it for more information.

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Jo’s milestone celebration :)

HI darlings!! 

We did it! We hit 400 followers :) I know it might not sound like a lot or any kind of milestone to all of you, but it’s a big deal to me. First of all, thank you so much for your support and love, it makes all of it worth it. Wether you’ve been around for a while, or are new to my blog: I appreciate every single one of you!

Now, for this little celebration I figured I’d open my one word blurb requests again! They’re fun to write, and you guys seem to enjoy reading them. If you are new to this, here’s how it works:

For one-word requests: You send me a character of one of the participating fandoms (list below) and one word. I will write a short piece about it, your chosen word will be the inspiration and the title of it. 

Here is a list of the participating fandoms, and on this list you can see each character I write for. If a character you want to request isn't on the list, send me an ask and maybe I’ll write for them!

Marvel Cinematic Universe     The Avengers    X-Men

Star Trek    AOS movies     Discovery     Enterprise 

Harry Potter

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Any non-fictional character that’s on my character list

The one-word requests are open until OCTOBER 1ST. Any requests I get after the deadline, I do not write. Thank you for understanding :)

As always, thank you for reading my work!! Much love, Jo

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Ship and One Word Blurbs!!

Hi darlings!! 

Since 2019 is ending in less than two hours, I figured I’d open my ship and one word blurb requests again. Around October I had the first “wave” and I’ve noticed the past couple of days more people are liking and reblogging my blurbs (which makes me very happy, I love you all). 

I will open the ship and one word blurb requests until January 14th. Which means you can submit your requests until this day. Any requests I get after January 14th, I don’t write. This is to make it easier for me, so please get your requests in while you can! :)

SHIP AND ONE WORD REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED

Here’s some explanation about it:  For ships: You send me an ask (anonymous or not) and you tell me a bit about yourself. What do you look like? What are some things you like? What are your hobbies? Are you still in school or do you have a full time job? Maybe you want to include some fun facts about yourself, anything is possible. Send this to me and make sure to include one of the participating fandoms and what gender(s) you are attracted to. If you send me a ship request, I will ship you with a character of the fandom you sent me!! For one-word requests: You send me a character of one of the participating fandoms and one word. I will write a short piece about it, your chosen word will be the inspiration.

Participating fandoms:

Please only request characters of these fandoms :)

The Avengers (MCU)

Stranger Things

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Star Trek AOS, ENT, DISCO

Harry Potter

Happy New year!! As always, thank you for your support!

Much love, Jo