#jim kirk x reader

[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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[janeykath318]

F*** You: A Kirk x Reader soulmate AU

You were walking down the corridor headed from the Bridge to your quarters, engaged in a tense digital conversation that was making you angrier and angrier. Your ex was trying to blame you for the relationship failure and you were not having it.

“Oh, FUCK YOU!” you proclaimed loudly, after he’d called you a whore again. You slammed the block button. A throat cleared nearby and the blood drained from your face as you saw you’d stopped right in the path of the Captain.

“I’m gonna assume that wasn’t aimed at me.” he said, looking at you steadily.

You wanted to drop through the floor, but you were frozen in place by the reality that he’d just said your words.

“No, sir,” you finally confirmed. “My ex. He’s slime. I apologize for the bad language, but I don’t take well to being called a whore.”

“Of course not,” the Captain agreed with a frown. “Does he work with you?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” you groaned. “I should have never said yes to that first date. He’s unmarked and I’m marked, but I was lonely and desperate. I kind of gave up on my soulmate, which was really stupid.”

Captain Kirk just kept looking at you, then a smile crossed his very handsome face and he suddenly shoved his sleeve up to reveal “FUCK YOU!” written in your writing on his arm.

“Oh, gosh,” you covered your face with your hand and shook with mortified laughter, grabbing the wall to keep yourself steady..

“I’m so sorry, Captain. That was quite the mark to leave on you.”

You pulled at your collar to show your own words that marched across your collarbone.

“It certainly made for some interesting speculation,” the Captain agreed with a good humored grin. “Pleased to meet you, Soulmate. Jim Kirk.”

Your hand was engulfed in his large one and you felt your face grow warm again as you returned the handshake.

“Lieutenant Y/N Y/L/N, Sir. What a way to make an impression, huh?”

Jim laughed. You were so relieved he had a good sense of humor about this. He was known for being a very fair Captain, but you wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d given you a verbal warning for that outburst.

“It’ll be a good story to tell,” he declared. “But first off, I want to make sure this ex of yours won’t be a problem anymore. How long has he been harassing you?”

“Since we broke up last week,” you admitted. “I ended things because I knew we weren’t right, but he thought it was because I was cheating. If he finds out I met my soulmate, he might feel he was justified.

Jim frowned. “Sounds like a long term stint on Gamma shift is in his future. I’ll keep the Soulmates thing under wraps for now, but he is going to be investigated. I won’t put up with that kind of behavior.”

“Thank you, Captain,” you said gratefully. “I’ve got plenty of receipts for evidence.” You waved your PADD.

“Good. Hang on to them,” Jim told you and then his tone softened. “I really look forward to getting to know you, Y/N. Not gonna let some asshole ruin this. We waited a long time.”

“We sure did,” you agreed. “I can’t wait to find out what the real Jim Kirk is like. I’ve heard mixed reviews.”

“Depends on who you ask,” Jim said with a twinkle in his blue eyes. “I can be a bit of an acquired taste.”

You chuckled. “Me too.”

Jim was as good as his word. Your ex, after languishing on Gamma shift for a few months, ended up transferring to another ship and never bothered you again after that day.

You found that your soulmate was a very good human and a lot of fun to be with. His friends revelled in hearing you recount the story of how you met and provided loving teasing.

“The stories didn’t really do this justice,” you admitted after Jim kissed you for the first time. “Holy crap.” You leaned against him as you caught your breath, mind blown by his skills.

“Good,” he breathed happily. “Only the best for my soulmate.”

[perseephoneee]

christmas tree farm [ficmas day 6] [james t. kirk x f!reader]

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author's note: dedicated to my irl former roommate/current bestie @muffinbeliever who has a kirk shrine. also i wrote this sleep deprived and jetlagged, i wont apologize for its shittiness

playlist:

christmas tree farm -- taylor swift

intergalactic -- beastie boys

last christmas -- lucy dacus

“I didn’t know Iowa had Christmas tree farms,” you said, spooning more food into your mouth. The holidays were around the corner, and people’s conversations about their plans punctuated lunch on the Enterprise. Your Captain was currently regaling stories of Christmas in the Midwest.

“We have amazing Christmas trees,” Jim replied.

Bones coughed.

“Something wrong, Bones?” Jim sighed, turning to look at his friend. 

“I think you’re full of shit,” Bones nodded, earning a frown from Jim. You finished the rest of your food, standing up with your tray.

“I’m going to go before you two start attacking each other,” you grimaced. 

“That only happened once!” Jim called out as you walked away, shaking your head.

Business on the Enterprise had slowed down in preparation for the number of away trips. Work in the medbay was almost entirely administrative, which was boring but at least left you stress-free. Your work was interrupted by your friend, Leah.

“Heard you had lunch with the Captain and McCoy,” she cooed. “Do tell me how you swung that?”

“My feminine wiles,” you deadpanned, not looking away from your screen. She spun your chair around to face her.

“Give me the details! Is Jim bringing home anyone this holiday?”

“He never brings anyone, you know that,” you drawled, crossing your legs. Leah glowered.

“He brings people.”

“Not home. Not to Iowa,” you responded. Every woman (and man) alive on the Enterprise had a crush on Captain Kirk, so you weren’t surprised by this line of questioning. More mildly perturbed. You were one of the few to be able to say that you have actually talked to Kirk. Saying you were friends felt weird, but you weren’t just another face on his starship. You doubt he’d remember your face if you weren’t McCoy’s second. 

Leah continued asking you questions about Kirk until it became evident you had no answers. 

You were used to it. Many of the crew asked questions. 

There was a time when you were enamored with James T. Kirk, but it only lasted a minute. You were fresh on the crew with your college roommate, starry-eyed and excited to be assigned to the Enterprise. Kirk was greeting everyone and spending ample time with the ladies until his eyes passed right over to flirt with your college roommate. You got a handshake that was equivalent to a brush-off. 

You don’t even think Jim remembers that day because weeks later, you’re patching him up and striking up a conversation. The first impression is already there, though, along with the misplaced attraction. Now, you’re in a tumultuous friendship with a man everyone else wants to sleep with. You didn’t expect so much drama when joining the Enterprise. 

Work shouldn’t have taken as long as it did, but having backlogs upon backlogs of medical reports meant you were the last one in Medbay. You had turned on some music while you worked and were debating to see if Scotty was up and wanted to share a drink with you. He always had the best alcohol and got fed up with drama as much as you did. Most of the lights were off; you didn’t see the need for them at this point. You could hear the doors open as someone entered. 

“So, this is how you’re spending your evenings,” Jim remarks, pulling up a chair next to you. 

You turn to look at him. 

“I’m doing work.”

“Bones should do it.”

“Doctor McCoy is terrible with paperwork. He’d screw it up almost immediately,” you replied, giving a quick smile and returning to your document. Jim fiddled his thumbs. You looked up again.

“Captain, can I help you with something?”

“Whatcha doing this Christmas, lieutenant?” he inquired, spinning around. His restless energy was making you anxious. 

“Probably just going to find a hotel and drink; why?”

“Come with me to Iowa.”

Your brain shortcircuited at his request. Jim Kirk, notorious for inviting women to various away trips for quick hookups, never asked anyone to his home. The only people that have been were Spock and Leonard, but they were his best friends. You didn’t think you were his best friend. 

“Why?” you questioned, voice small. 

“Because I want to. I can’t invite my friends to spend Christmas together?” Kirk chuckled at that but then caught on to the seriousness of your expression. “We are friends, right?”

“Yes,” you responded, but not very confidently. He narrowed his eyes. 

“I don’t play strip poker with just anyone.”

“You and Leonard played strip poker. I played normal poker and watched you two drunk bafoons make a fool of yourself.” Your lips quirked up at that memory. Spock came in at some point to request Jim’s assistance, only to find him half-naked and stuck in his uniform on the ground. You neglected to help him in favor of watching him struggle. Spock left immediately, muttering to himself. 

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. I’ll show you an authentic Iowa Christmas tree farm,” Jim grabbed the arm of your chair, swiveling you towards him. Your knees touched, and you wanted to pull away. 

“Fine, I’ll go with you to your fake ass Christmas farm,” you smiled, watching as a grin lit up Jim’s face.

It was hard to finish the rest of your work, as he kept annoying you throughout the night, but eventually, you pulled through. Jim walked you back to your room, and you bid him adieu before closing the door. You let yourself fall back against the door surface, sinking to the ground, wondering what you had gotten yourself into. 

Iowa came sooner than you thought. 

Leonard would join you both for Christmas dinner, as Kirk’s mom had been asking about him, and Leonard had nothing else to do. You had never been to Iowa, really any of rural America, and wandered off the starship to the sight of miles of fields. Jim was waiting by a motorcycle. 

“I’m not taking that death trap with you,” you said earnestly. He handed you a helmet anyway. 

“It’ll be fun.”

“Say that at my funeral, I dare you,” you grimaced. There was a small box for you to put your bags in, so you said goodbye to your belongings and boarded the bike. Your cheeks heated up as you realized that you’d have to be hugging Kirk the whole ride. All embarrassment left your body the second that he started driving, though, as instead, you opted to hide your face in his jacket and try not to cry. He laughed at your expense. You debated the merits of killing him but then realized you’d be stuck with Spock as your Captain. 

You pull up to Kirk’s home, your stiff arms reluctantly leaving his side so you can disembark. You blinked in surprise. 

“You didn’t mention that you live on a Christmas tree farm.”

“It was something my Mom picked up with her boyfriend,” Jim shrugged, taking his helmet off and ruffling his hair. “Pays the bills.”

“Did you work here?”

“I’m an excellent tree salesman, I’ll have you know,” Jim grins, and you decide not to test him on that. 

You don’t know what you expected Jim Kirk’s childhood home to look like, but when you do see it, it fits. It’s chic with enough unique knick-knacks to add personality. The amount of childhood Kirk photos makes you giggle.

Winona Kirk is a force to be reckoned with, you soon discover. Her eyes are the same as Jim’s, and her embrace is strong. You needed to come up for oxygen after the fact. She treats you both to rosemary chicken with scalloped potatoes. You drink a heavy amount of wine while Jim searches for a beer. The night is fairly peaceful.

You grew up in a city where the skies were covered in pollution. Stars were not a commodity. Out in the middle of Iowa, you could catch all the stars. After dinner, you make it a point to sit out on the Kirk’s porch. You have a blanket wrapped around you to stave off the cold, the Christmas trees merely a backdrop to the night sky. Your breath comes out in puffs. Jim joins you a bit later.

“My Mom seems to like you,” he notes, offering you a beer that you take gladly.

“Your Mom is epic,” you smile, taking a sip. A question has been sitting on your tongue since you arrived. “Why did you bring me here?”

“I told you already.”

“No,” you say softly. “You didn’t.”

Jim laughs, but it’s empty. It’s the laugh you give when you’ve been caught red-handed. The sky makes his eyes look like one of the constellations.

“I’m not good with women,” he remarks, and your brows shoot up. You want to call bullshit. “Not in the way it matters.”

“How does it matter?” You whisper. You don’t want to imagine what he means. He looks out toward the tree farm. 

“When people come to get a tree, they walk by a bunch of perfectly good ones.” Jim avoids eye contact with you. “Families will walk away from so many quality trees because it isn’t the right one. But when they see it, they know— it’s the tree for them. The only one they want in their home.” The silence stretches between you two. 

“You think I don’t see you, but I do; I always have,” Jim finally looks at you, and you can’t help but melt. “That’s why I invited you.” 

“I thought you were going to tell me I was the right tree for you,” you gulp, and Jim lets out a laugh. You smile because you see him, too, you always have.

“You’re a nice tree,” Jim chuckles.

“Thanks, I’ve been working hard on it.”

He moves closer to you, and you open up your blanket to let him in. You wrap around each other in a safe cocoon, the smell of pine and fresh air invading your senses. You fall asleep with your head on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around you, and you think you could stay like that forever. 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 13

Day Twelve | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Fourteen

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked

Warnings: Anonymous sex; public sex; oral sex; spit as lube; safe sex

You hadn't even asked the guy for his name. It occurred to you as he pressed his face into your neck, pressing a tender kiss at the hinge of your jaw. It was too sweet a feeling for a hookup in a dirty bar bathroom.

You grasped his cheek, drawing him up for a rough kiss as he steered you back against the bathroom wall. Your heart was pounding roughly in your chest, practically in time with the pulsing bass being pumped through the bar outside. He caged you in against the wall plastered with torn stickers and graffiti, moaning against your lips as his hand slid down, groping your breast through your shirt. 

You’d never done anything like this before. Why were you doing it now? Why this man? Why this filthy bathroom? 

One last hurrah, you supposed. Starting tomorrow, you were taking over a command post for a mission on one of the most prestigious ships in Starfleet. You understood the significance of your position, knew that you would have to be an upstanding crew member. You were nervous. You needed to blow off some steam. 

You bit your lip to quiet a moan as the man slotted his thigh between your legs, drawing you close to grind down against him. You shivered at the feeling, raising your hand to comb through his hair as you thrusted and shifted together. It felt good, but it just wasn’t enough. You gave his chest a shove, sending him back against the wall on the other side of the small bathroom. His brilliant blue eyes lit up, lips splitting into a grin as you gripped the sleeves of his leather jacket, tugging it off of his shoulders as your lips crashed into his. He groaned, shaking the jacket off and letting it crumple to the ground before he raised his hands to cup your face. 

You smoothed your hand down over his chest, palming his muscles beneath his threadbare t-shirt before massaging the growing bulge in his pants. He tipped his head back against the wall, pressing his hips up into your hand. You kissed his neck, nipping just beneath his ear and giggling as he rested his hand on the crown of your neck, drawing you closer to mark the skin there. 

You undid his pants, slipping your hand inside and feeling his stiff, heated flesh in your hand. You bit your lip, smoothing your thumb over the head of his dick, swiping and spreading a bead of precum. You tipped your chin up, nipping his earlobe.

“I want you to fuck me,” You murmured. 

“Fuck—Turn around.” 

You pulled away from him, letting him steer you toward the toilet. You shoved your pants down, bending over the toilet tank and bracing your hands on it. You felt him step up behind you, glancing back just in time to see him crouching behind you. He steadied a hand on your thigh as he leaned in, swiping his tongue across your pussy. You cursed, pressing your hips back against his face as he lapped at you hungrily. You felt the hot slide of his spit slipping over your opening before you felt the press of his fingers. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh as he straightened, curling and spearing his fingers in twice more before drawing away. You stomach flipped as you heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and turned your head, watching him slide it on before he stepped closer again. 

He rested his hand on your hip, steadying you as he drew his cockhead along your slit. He eased into you slowly, the two of you groaning harshly as he pressed in. 

“Fuck,” You breathed, letting your head hang heavy as he pressed closer. He grasped your shoulder, drawing you back onto his cock as he began to thrust into you. You braced your hands more firmly on the tank, pressing back thrust for thrust. He curled over you, sliding his hand up beneath your shirt and tugging down one of your bra cups. He thumbed your nipple, swiping at the same pace as his thrusts, sending trickles of pleasure through you. You honed in on his steady thrusts, the brush of his breath against your neck, the soft grunts and moans falling from his lips. 

You both ignored the knocking on the door, the question of whether or not anyone was in there, chased by the jiggle of the handle. You reached back, gripping hm by the shirt and urging him on, tugging him closer as his steady thrust turned to a sharp pounding, his groans swelling as his pace turned frantic, nearly obscuring the music—

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You were still thinking about it the next morning as you prepared to beam aboard. You were a little sore, but you didn’t mind it. Now and again, you found yourself squeezing your thighs together for that little throbbing sensation. You could practically still hear the man’s stuttering grunt as he came, see the curious way he watched at you as the two of you straightened yourselves out. You couldn’t help but smile as you remember the wink he gave you, opening the door and offering, “Ladies first,” As you left. 

You never had gotten his name. 

You shook your head, trying to shift your train of thought. Now was not the time. You had to focus. You were beaming abroad, meeting the Captain and his first mate. Work now, fond memories later. 

The golden beam engulfed you as you drew in a deep breath, then pushed it out slowly as the Transporter Bay came into view. You stood at attention, hands tucked behind your back as…Incredibly familiar blue eyes came into view. The all-too-familiar man’s grin faltered, and shock swept through you as you took in the sight of your one-time bathroom buddy in command gold. 

You blinked dazedly at him, your own smile dropping away. Oh, crap. Oh—fuck, fuck, fuck, the one time you go a little crazy—

“Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Commander.” The no-nonsense tone of the first officer beside the Captain snapped you back onto focus, and you forced your face into a neutral mask as you nodded, stepping down from the transporter pads. 

“Glad to be aboard,” You insisted, meeting both their gazes. You felt a little guilty for hardly focusing as Spock introduced himself, but you could feel the way that the Captain was watching you. When you turned to greet him, you found that his smile had softened to a flirty curl, his brows raised slightly as he held his hand out.

“Jim Kirk.”

Jim. It was sort of nice to put a name to the face. You shook his hand, nodding.

"It's nice to meet you."

"It certainly is."

Your stomach flipped at the steady gaze that he fixed you with. You could feel the scrutiny of the Vulcan beside you, and you widened your eyes slightly at the Captain when he didn't let go of your hand. He cleared his throat as he finally let go, stepping aside and gesturing out of the Transporter Bay.

"Ladies first."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you stepped past him, fighting back a groan. This was going to be a long mission.

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Last Updated: 2024-02-02

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite James T. Kirk stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✵ 7 Minutes in Turbolift Heaven by imamotherfuckingstar-lord • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: As a translator on the Enterprise you love your job, you do; unfortunately your Captain can't help but be a pain in the ass. You and Jim walk the fine line between love and hate, always bickering, always getting under each other's skin, and everyone's noticed…

✵ Blankets of Fortitude by kaitymccoy123 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "…[Jim's] been working very hard for the last few weeks, so you decide to surprise him with a gift (may or may not be a blanket fort)."

✵ Bridge, the by imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You and Jim celebrate your anniversary on the bridge of the enterprise.

✵ First Sign of Trouble by kaitymccoy123 • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You both are badasses, and you save lives, though you need a little help to save your own."

✵ Girl Friend, the by thatfanficstuff • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "You [and Jim] did everything together from nearly getting yourselves killed joyriding in a certain car to Starfleet to the Enterprise. You were also there for every girlfriend, every broken heart and every one-night stand. Well, not actually there, that would be awkward. But you did learn from an early age not to befriend any of Jim's women. They either came crying to you when the relationship reached its inevitable end or blamed you for the break up."

✵ I'm Here by writingwithadinosaur • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

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

✵ Jukebox Love by ladyideal • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You finished the last of the negotiations on a foreign planet. Ending the night, Jim promised you a day out to explore the city... Finding an antique store, you found a still working mini jukebox on sale. It didn't take long for Jim to buy it for you, and he realized that all he needed was you by his side."

✵ Like Air by annathewitch • 16+ • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You're trying to forget about your relationship problems by drowning your sorrows, when a Starfleet Captain appears."

✵ Lonely by grandtheftstarship • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "Jim's constant playing starts to get the best of you."

✵ Losing Sleep Over You by octopodeez • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

✵ Of the Expanse of Outer Space by pendragonfics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Laying in bed, [you think] over the times [you] spent with Jim in Starfleet."

✵ Spock's Little Sister | Prt. II by rreader • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "What were the odds of [you,] the one girl on campus [Jim] was genuinely interested in, being the sister of the [person] he despised…?"

✵ Studying by imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Jim helps you study for an upcoming for an upcoming exam.

✵ Trouble by thatfanficstuff • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: {…}

✵ A Date by starfleetimagine • 〔F〕 •

✵ Best Places in the Galaxy, the by curiouser--and--curiouser •

✵ Break In by marvelouslytrekking • 〔F〕 •

✵ Congestion by space-helen • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Child in the Preschool, the by kaitymccoy123 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✵ Dreaming on the Bridge by dreaming-about-fanfictions • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Enough by imamotherfuckingstar-lord • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Fallin' by thatfanficstuff •

✵ Family by starfleetimagine • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✵ Flirting by imamotherfuckingstar-lord • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Like Father, Like Son by thranduilsperkybutt • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✵ Love Confession in the Fight, the by kaitymccoy123 • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✵ Mid-Day Nap by imamotherfuckingstar-lord • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Not Getting Away Again by imamotherfuckingstar-lord • 〔F〕 •

✵ Pent Up Frustration by imamotherfuckingstar-lord •

✵ Pillow Fight by marvelouslytrekking • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✵ Practice by space-helen • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Reckless by marvelouslytrekking • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✵ Rough Day by shenanigans-and-imagines • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Secret's Out by writingwithadinosaur • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Study Buddy by starfleetimagine • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Three Things by imamotherfuckingstar-lord • 〔F〕 •

✵ Three Things (Spin-Off) by grandtheftstarship • 〔F〕 •

✵ Umbrella Kiss by marvelouslytrekking • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Dating James T. Kirk... by octopodeez • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Falling in Love w/ James T. Kirk... by space-helen • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Jim Having a Crush on You… by silence-burns • 〔F〕 •

✵ S*x w/ Jim… by imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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[space-helen]

Pressure

Words: 706

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

A/N:  I’ve kinda gone a different way but I hope this is ok! Sorry for taking a second to post!

Request: Hey!! I was coming by to do some boops and I saw your post saying requests are open! No stress if you've since closed them, but if you're still taking some, then how about some fluffy AoS Kirk? Maybe when they're all still at Starfleet Academy, like studying or getting up to trouble or something in that realm? No pressure if you're not vibing with it for whatever reason! Thanks for the boops 😄💗💗 - @captainsophiestark

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You flopped onto your bed as Jim followed you into your room. “I can’t actually believe that they’ve set us another exam.” you brought your hands up to your eyes and covered them “I don’t think I can physically take anymore.”

The man looked at you sympathetically and sat on the bed beside you “It’s getting intense.”

You groaned “I just wish they’d back off slightly. I knew it’d be hard work but this is ridiculous.”

The man nodded “You do take more extra classes than the average person though Y/N. You might want to consider-”

“But I’m interested in all areas.” you removed your hands and sat up to look at the man.

“I get that. I really do. I even admire it. I don’t think they expect people to take as many extra classes as you do. Even though I’m feeling the pressure, you have double, if not triple, the work because of the extra classes you take.” he said matter of factly whilst keeping his sympathetic expression. 

You mulled it over and could feel a heaviness hit you. “I’m just so used to doing everything. I don’t know what to stop.”

“They expect you to be specializing by now. Here, let's forget about it for now and make the decision another time.”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes from nowhere and quickly tried to wipe them away without him noticing.

“Y/N don’t cry.” he said softly and reached his arm around you to pull you into his side. He gave you a comforting hug and rubbed your arm up and down “It’ll be ok. It’s ok to feel overwhelmed sometimes.” 

You nodded and he released you slightly. “Let's get some food and then we’ll work together to make a plan and start the work alright?”

You agreed to the man and watched as he stood up “You wait here and make a list of everything we need to do. I’ll grab us food and snacks.”

You did as you were told. Quickly changing into comfier clothes you began to make a list of all of the upcoming tests and assignments you had due in. Once Jim arrived back the two of you ate before settling back onto your bed ready to work. The man grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped you in it playfully. “Since you’re always cold and will just complain in ten minutes time.” he joked.

Grabbing you work the two of you were quickly able to come up with a plan on when to train, practice and study the material you had to go through. As you spoke it quickly became evident on what classes you preferred over others and started to make a positives and negatives list of each class. Jim advising you on future opportunities as you did so.

“I really hope we get a job on the same ship.” Jim spoke up as he squeezed squeezed you to his side. You weren’t sure when you’d sat side by side against your headboard with his arm around you but you weren’t going to complain, it felt natural.

“I hope so too.” you agreed as you leaned into him more, tiredness taking over.

The man continued to sort through lists and content as you watched, leaning your head on him fully you could feel your eyes getting heavier before they fell closed entirely.

The man hadn’t realised you’d fallen asleep until he’d asked you a question and had no reply. Looking down he could see how content you were. Tucking the blanket around you more he quickly tidied everything away on the beside table the best he could without waking you or moving drastically from his position. 

Once done he gently brushed the hair out of your face and smiled, his eyes exploring your face before relaxing into a comfortable position. For a moment he let his mind flicker to the future. You were his best friend and if that was all it was going to be he was ok with that, but if it was something more he’d be happy with that too. All he knew is that he wanted you in his life and couldn’t imagine a world without knowing you.

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Part I

We Don't Fit in Well ('Cause We Are Just Ourselves)

James T. Kirk (AOS) x Reader

Description: Riverside, Iowa. You've been here once before. Back then, everything was different. Now, you're not sure you're even in the same universe anymore. The man you might love? He's disappeared into thin air. The job you love? It might just disappear too. When everything hinges on one person, what lengths will you go to in order to save him? Can you save him while following the harsh demands you've been ordered to fulfill?

Warnings: Arguments, Mentions of Drunken Behavior, Injuries, Rough language

These will change from chapter-to-chapter. I will do my best to denote all happening as faithfully as I can. If any of these items bothers you, please do not read. One chapter of this fic includes non-graphic descriptions of Torture. All trigger warnings will be clearly demarcated in this fic.

Author’s Note: Hello my lovelies! This is my first Star Trek fic (ever), and I've been agonizing over how I could write it for so so long. This fic has been in the works since late-November 2023 and I think it's finally ready to share with you all!

I of course have to thank my faithful beta readers (and biggest cheerleaders) @desert-fern, @horseshoegirl and @sarahsmi13s for reading bits and pieces of this fic and making sure I was doing it justice. I also want to thank @a-reader-and-a-writer! Vee sent me this ask around then and nearly a year and a half later, we have this fic!

This is going to be a multi-part story. Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Word Count: 3770

AO3: Cross-posted here!

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The last time it snowed, the world was a very different place. Vulcan was still one of the biggest influences in the Federation, still orbiting its sun and still home to billions of souls, which were now snuffed out. Starfleet was thriving, with thousands of cadets and personnel boldly going into the unknown on peacekeeping and exploratory missions. What you have now is a world spinning on a different, tilted, off-kilter axis. It's like there is a hush over the grounds of Starfleet Academy still, cadets flinching, fighting their laughter when before it used to ring through the central square, melding with hundreds of conversations. The ghosts of everyone who walked the halls and never got the chance to graduate, to live, encroach on the spirits of those who remain.

It's no wonder the Admiralty have pushed for accelerated courses, aching to balloon the skeleton complement staffing the vessels still operational after the Battle of Vulcan. But the appetite to join Starfleet isn't present anymore. You've been riding a recruitment desk since graduation; you know what you're talking about. It’s like Starfleet had been inexplicably linked with the disaster on Vulcan and been found culpable for it. 

Nobody wants to be affiliated with the paramilitary organization responsible for the violent death of an entire planet. The Admirals have given countless interviews on the resettlement of the surviving Vulcan people. Ambassador Sarek himself has spoken about the loss of his wife, a prominent Terran herself, and the path to healing for the Vulcan people as a whole. Time and again, he's stressed how, without Starfleet, nothing of Vulcan-that-was would have been saved. But it doesn't seem to have worked. Every day, public sentiment on Starfleet has waned, the mercury dipping lower and lower and sinking into the red until you're not sure anything will bring it back out.

Well, there is one thing that could possibly save Starfleet. But nobody’s sure if he'd agree to do it.

It's why you're in Riverside, Iowa, of all places. The last time you were here, it was in 2255, and the summer sun shone golden from a blue sky over the shafts of fragrant wheat swaying in the hot breeze. You can still recall how your uniform had stuck to the small of your back, how wisps of your hair had been snatched from your braid only to get plastered against your face and neck. Back then, only a little over three years and yet a lifetime ago, you'd been awed at the mechanisms of the Riverside Shipyard, awed at the skeleton of the Enterprise as she was built piece by piece and paid little attention to the town in the shipyard's shadow. One bar fight and a pair of new cadets on board your shuttle later, you'd forgotten all about the place. 

Until now.

Your communicator trills loudly in the cold air, the tinny sound hushed between buildings blanketed in snow drifts.

“You find him yet, kid?”

“I'm 28, Doctor McCoy! I'm far from a kid.”

“You’re all kids to me.” You can hear the irascible doctor in the background, grumbling and growling. “So, did you find him yet?”

“No, and before you ask, I'm trying to remember whether I ever knew how to walk in this much snow and if the Riverside transporter station had Eskimo dogs and sleds for rent,” you snark back.

“Touchy, touchy, kid.” You don’t have to see McCoy's face to know he's smirking at you. The man may be a southern gentleman - most of the time - but a friend still amuses him in a tough situation of their own making. “Anyone would think you didn't want to see him anymore.”

“Len …” You sigh noisily, pretending your fingers aren't trembling, like snow isn’t seeping into your boots. “This was a bad idea. There’s a reason I've been riding a booth in recruitment instead of working with Scotty on his ‘wee lass’.”

“Give him a chance to explain, kid. And if he breaks your heart, tell me, and I'll come right over and getcha. Even if I have to brave a transporter to do it.”

“You're one of the good ones, Dr. McCoy.”

His laugh makes the bile roiling in your stomach ease a little.

“I hope you know you're one of the good ones too, kid. Now bring him home.”

The comm goes dead with a sharp click, and suddenly, you're alone again, looking at the small farmhouse in front of you. It’s two-storied and quaint, with a wrap-around porch surrounding the ground floor and dark windows peering out onto the street. Snow-covered fields surround it on either side, and you think you can see bushes buried under the relentless snow.

You think it used to be white once upon a time, when it was new, with white siding, cheerful blue shutters and a dark red shingled roof - the mid-1950s American dream. The blues have faded and blended with dust, the roof browned with age. As you walk, forcing yourself to lift each foot, you catalog the way the grass has grown up through the wooden planks of the porch over long hot summers, how there is a carving which might just spell out the words “JTK was here” hidden to the side of the door.

Because, well, if you can see the jagged lines of a pen knife on aged wood, then you're definitely too close to your goals to go home. The only part of the house which doesn't look aged is the doorbell and you press it with fingers trembling with both the cold and your nerves. But you don’t hear a bell ringing. A camera unshutters, the movements well-oiled and precise. You stand still and let it scan you, holding your Starfleet identification up when prompted. But the door doesn't open.

It feels anticlimactic. All the stress, the well-meaning, gruff pep talk from the Doc, the trembling in your fingers. Who is to say he's even home? Who is to say he'd even open the door for anyone? Why did Len think he'd open the door for you? The thought of someone you adore, and yeah, you've gone way past denial to even delude yourself into thinking you like him any less than pure adoration, seeing you standing on his doorstep and refusing to open the door, hurts like a kick to the chest.

You can’t breathe as you knock gently on the wood, ignoring the splinters as they catch on your skin.

“J-Jim?” His name leaves your chapped lips like a prayer, echoing through the cold stillness around you. “Open the door, please. It's me.”

You knock until your knuckles ache, and when you pull away, there's a rusty smudge of blood on the wood. One of the splinters has done more than catch on your skin, ripping a jagged hole against the ridged bone of your hand, embedded there like the man you're trying to find is in your heart.

“I know I'm the last person you want to see out here. B-but Len suggested to Admiral Barnett that you wouldn't come back for anyone else. I tried to tell them otherwise, but nobody listened. We're worried about you, Jim. Please. Worried sick.”

You wait with bated breath for any sign of life. But none comes. You turn, fumbling for your communicator with aching fingers because at least you can tell the Admiralty you tried, right?

“If you were worried sick, why didn't you come sooner? Took ya six months to come out here … to see the famous Captain Kirk for yourself.”

Your knees go weak at the sound of his voice, but when you whirl around, your concern doesn't fade. Because you've never seen James Tiberius Kirk in such a bad state of disrepair. The just-been-fucked state of his hair is par for the course. Bloody bar fights might very well have been normal - after all, you've seen the results on his face far too many times. But drunk, so drunk you can smell the cheap alcohol seeping from his pores, hair greasy and blue eyes dull? You've never seen James T. Kirk fall so far from the pedestal he's set himself on.

“Jay…” He snorts crudely at the pet name on your tongue like he knows you don't deserve to call him that, wheeling around and back into the yawning doorway with little grace.

“Don't haveta like ya to keep you from freezin’.”

He's slurring, and your heart cracks at the rudely dismissive tone in his voice.

“Get in ‘ere, call Bones and get out.”

Jame T. Kirk is a lot of things, you know. He's smart - smarter than anyone has rights to be - and works endlessly for his crew like he'd never work for himself. But he's not a sloppy drunk. He likes alcohol as much as the next man, preferring a light buzz to quell the jitters of a perfectionist attitude without stifling his ridiculously brilliant brain. This is so far past buzzed you're not sure he even remembers what a buzz is.

Empty bottles clank and clatter against the toes of your boots as you walk in, closing the door gently. You're hit with a cloud of dust, the musty smell coating your mouth without it even being open, the fine particulate sinking into your clothing with each step. It smells like dust and rot and spilled alcohol in the enclosed space. The pungent bouquet makes your nose wrinkle, hand rising to cover your mouth and nose in a futile effort to stave the smells away. You follow Jim through the trail he's making, circumnavigating the towering piles of bottles, avoiding the puddles on the floor that may have once been bile.

The kitchen is mostly clean, even if it does smell just as bad. But at least here, there is room to move and sit. The glare you're given as you perch on the very edge of one of the cracked vinyl chairs pushed up against a small table is vitriolic enough that you can feel your resolve, cracked and patched together with string and duct tape, begin to burn.

“I told ya. Get in. Get warm. Call Bones. And get out. I don’t care what you're doing here. I just want you off my property.”

He stares at you for several moments, warm blue eyes now flinty and cold, before turning around and walking further into the house. You can hear the clattering as he knocks into things, the hushed expletives as he no doubt bashes his elbows and knees into the sides of furniture and door jambs. Once upon a time, you would have laughed, trailing after him to ask if he needed a kiss on a fresh bruise or two marring his skin. Now you’re left paralyzed between your need to make sure he is okay and your fear of overstepping.

You’re not sure how it went so wrong. One night, you’d been curled up against his side on his ratty old couch in San Francisco, warm and comfortable, soaking in the scent of his cologne. It had been a perfect night, with friends hanging out, eating good food, and drinking good alcohol. But it didn’t stay a hangout between friends. Jim was just as distracting as usual, with his pretty blue eyes and wide grin. You’d woken up the next morning, bare and aching in the best way, in his empty bed to a cold, deserted apartment. 

You weren’t sure what you’d done to make him leave. Was giving into the sexual tension with your commanding officer why he disappeared? It was a shot to your confidence and ego. He was just gone, with no note, all the clothes still in his closet, and everything untouched. You couldn’t even tell when in the middle of the night he left or where he went. It’s taken you six months to track him down. You’re not sure how long he’s been in Riverside or if he was alone the entire time, but you’ve finally found him.

It’s probably time to make some decisions. How do you convince him to come back to San Francisco? You’re not charismatic or particularly charming. Most of the time, you’re being charmed, not doing the charming. You’re yanked viciously out of your musing by the sharp thud of a body colliding with the floor. Jim’s lying at the foot of the stairs, blood seeping sluggishly from a slice on his forehead.

“Shit, Jimmy.” You soften your voice to a whisper as you lever him up. “What have you done to yourself?”

He’s sluggish and barely responsive as you sling his heavy arm over your shoulder and stagger upright. He’s completely unresponsive as you maneuver him to the living room and lay him down on the mostly clean sofa. The wound isn’t too bad, already scabbing over, but you’re more worried by how he’s been knocked out. He’s motionless, almost lifeless, were it not for the imperceptible rise and fall of his chest. You call Len three times that night - first to make sure you’re doing the right thing, second to treat the swelling, and third to get Mama McCoy’s recipe for chicken noodle soup and her award-winning pancakes.

He'll be fine, kiddo. If he's got a bump on his noggin and was as drunk as you say, he'll sleep through the night. You'll want to get some coffee in him in the morning. He'll have a bear of a hangover, but he'll be fine. Call me if you need anything, kid.

Len's advice, while comforting from a medical standpoint, only partially alleviates your worry. You spend the night in a sleepless, manic haze, focused on only two things: making sure Jim is alright and cleaning up his house, at least the kitchen and the stairs. You venture out into the cold multiple times, hauling bag after bag of trash to the big cans in the side yard, stamping the snow off your boots and shivering as you try futilely to warm up.

By the time the sun's risen, the kitchen is spotless, smelling softly of lemon cleaner, and you're no less scared than you were walking into Riverside the day before. You're terrified. Terrified at the thought of seeing censure in those blue, blue eyes. Terrified to hear James Tiberius Kirk tell you that you were only a passing flame, a quick, convenient fuck. Terrified that you’ll never be able to make him realize how much Starfleet needs him, how much you do.

The fear settles in your veins as you make an early morning trek to the grocery store. You pick up all the essentials: coffee and enough food for at least a few days more, and accept the offer of a ride back to the Kirk farmhouse. By the time the soup is bubbling away on the stove, following Mama McCoy’s exacting recipe, your nerves have soothed a little. 

Jim rockets awake at 9 o’clock on the dot, retching into the bucket you'd set by the side of the couch. Hearing him cough wretchedly into the bucket makes you feel worse than you did before. It’s a relief, knowing he’s okay, that he isn’t hurt. But he’s awake now, and you’re paralyzed. The gentle scents of coffee and buttery pancakes waft through the bright kitchen. You take comfort in it as you suck in greedy breaths to keep your rampaging heartbeat under control.

“The hell is this?” His voice is rough, deeper than usual, and just a little wondering as he takes in the magic you've wrought on his kitchen.

“Breakfast and coffee.”

He huffs, drawing his arms up across his chest, blue eyes squinting your way.

“I can see that.” 

He's stoic. Stiff-lipped and tense as he stands in the corner of the kitchen. You can feel the weight of his gaze as you flip the last few pancakes and pour the fresh coffee into a pair of mugs. You're not sure why you do it, but you step forward gingerly and press the mug into his hands. You back away slowly, like you're dealing with a spooked animal. 

His lips twitch as he looks down at the mug, his expression warring between exhaustion and anger. It's your turn to hide a grin when he takes a long sip, a grumble rather akin to a domesticated cat leaving his mouth as the rich, dark, slightly bitter liquid hits his tongue.

“What are you doing?”

You should have been expecting the question. You've had a day, a night, and months of searching to think of why. Ultimately, you stick with the simplest answer you can give him.

“I'm making breakfast. I got hungry.”

You shrug and hold out your hands, palms up to the feast laid out on the sparkling counters: buttery pancakes, golden-brown and fluffy, out-of-season blueberries piled high in a bowl, crispy strips of bacon glistening with fat in the sunlight, and the pot of coffee steaming on a trivet.

“Bullshit.” 

He yanks one of the bacon strips off the platter and crams it in his mouth. It disappears in two quick bites before his tongue darts out and laps at the grease on his fingers. You're a little weak-kneed at the motion because, unlike him, you can clearly remember what those fingers, what that tongue, can do.

“You're not here just to make me breakfast. You're here because they sent you. The Admirals. Starfleet. They want Captain Kirk as their poster boy, their golden goose. They want to parade me around, drum up more recruits and ‘boldly go’ again. They could care less about how the Federation was handicapped mere months ago - how an entire people was destroyed. Because they didn't see it coming.”

His voice is ragged, chest heaving as he sets the mug down with a sharp clack, the liquid sloshing over the sides.

“That's right.” Your voice is barely a whisper as you mop up the spill. “The Admiralty sent me. But they're not why I agreed to come to Riverside. I came to Riverside to make sure you were okay. Nobody's heard from you, Jim. We were all worried - Bones, Scotty, Sulu, Chekov, Admiral Pike - I, well, I was worried. We all wanted to make sure you were okay. The Admirals just allowed me to do so without taking leave.”

“So what are you going to do?”

You grab two plates from the cabinet and start serving up some food. You mull over your response as you set the table, giving him a wide berth as you circle him to retrieve the coffee in a second trip. You settle into one of the chairs with a sigh, your aching bones relaxing into the cushioned seat, and sip the coffee doctored how you like.

“Well, for the next few days at least, I'm going to make sure you're eating and sleeping and not drinking yourself to death. Then I'm going to ask if you would ever want to come back to Starfleet if you'd ever want to be my Captain again. Regardless of your answer, I'd head back to San Francisco.”

He sits gracelessly, long limbs splayed out until his foot collides with yours, icy against your ankle. You push his mug of coffee, the expensive, real coffee you’d spent way too many credits to purchase, his way. You’re gratified at the small smile on his face when he cuts a piece of pancake, dredges it through the frankly ridiculous pool of blueberry syrup on his plate (the only syrup Len said he wasn't allergic to) and shoves it into his mouth. It’s good to see him looking a little more relaxed, to see him eat, even if he is too thin for comfort.

“So if I tell you to leave and never look back, to forget I was ever your Captain, you'd do it?”

Your heart lurches at the thought of forgetting James T. Kirk and what he means to you. But you're sure this is a test, that he's expecting you to say you can't forget him, that you won't. You're just as sure he'll never forgive you if you say those words. Because he'll take them as a betrayal and you'll lose any ground you've gained over Eleanora McCoy's pancakes and blueberry syrup.

“I promise. But only if, after I leave, you promise you'll take care of yourself. No more drinking yourself to death.”

He quirks an eyebrow, the ghost of a smile tugging his lips up.

“Fine. Okay. I promise I'll take care of myself. Now, will you leave me to eat all this food by myself, or will you help me?” 

Your response is to oh-so-maturely launch a blueberry at his face, a blueberry he catches on his tongue.

The shaky truce you’ve brokered extends until mid-afternoon when the doorbell rings, and Jim comes back with more boxes of food than you thought you'd ordered.

“This has to be a mistake,” you groan as you set vegetables in the crisper and load the freezer with meat.

“It's not a mistake.” Your eyes are wide with something starting to feel a lot like hope as you look at him. He'd showered after breakfast, and clean-shaven and sober, he looks a lot like the Jim you remember. You’re hoping he ordered the extra supplies and wants you to stay longer. But your hopes are shattered when he gestures out the kitchen window.

“Take a look outside.” 

The sky is dark, the clouds heavy and gray as they blot out the sun. Fat snowflakes spiral heavily down, and you have a sudden lurch in your chest as it accumulates far more quickly than you'd expect on the ground.

“You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd suspect you'd planned this.” 

He's hovering just behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his skin. Your fingers clutch at the counter because that accusation means he might not trust you even so much to take your words at face value. 

“This is a blizzard in Iowa. It'll snow for days on end, and we'll be snowed in for longer than a few days. So buckle up, buttercup. Looks like you're stuck with me!”

You stick your tongue out at him in a state of childish pique because if one day was enough to have you in a cold sweat, weeks might just kill you. The Admirals will probably be glad when you tell them. After all, it gives you more time to convince Jim Kirk to return to Starfleet. If only you were so sure it's what he wants in the same way they are.

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[darkness-and-books]

I like that your hand fits in mine

Jim Kirk x reader

I think I managed to avoid any descriptions of the reader. Reader is in engineering. Written from reader’s POV. Anyone can be referred to as sweetheart, no changing my mind. Reader has enough hair to have fingers run through it. warnings ⚠️ : brief description of burns

Word count: 562

It had been a long day quite honestly. The engine core had overheated, accidentally skimming that thing caused awful burns when it was totally within regulation. Unfortunately nobody had told me that it was overheating, admittedly though the fact that the whole room was a couple of degrees warmer should have given it away.

I was half asleep and nursing a cup of coffee when my hand scraped up against the core. It took me a second to even realise anything was wrong. It was Scotty who finally shook me out of my daze “If you hold yer hand there much longer you won’t have a hand!!” He warned. I looked down to see my hand red and blistering already. It hadn’t hurt until just now when I looked at it, but damn did it hurt now. I vaguely registered that Scotty had ordered an ensign to take me to the medbay. McCoy had given me a rather stern look when he saw my burn and that I was still holding the hot coffee. It was the kind of look that generally had me turning the other direction, and I would have if it weren’t for the fact that the ensign (who I still feel bad for not knowing the name of) had already given me over to McCoy for inspection. “I don’t know why Kirk still lets you be an engineer. How many core related injuries is this now?” He asked raising a brow at me. “Hell if I know, you’re the one with the medical logs” I muttered through a yawn. McCoy fixed me up with the dermal regenerator, the skin was better, but I can still feel the heat pulsating underneath. “Thanks” I muttered to McCoy as I gently prodded at the newly regenerated skin. “Please don’t bug it too much, and come check in with me tomorrow. Just go back to your quarters or you’ll probably hurt yourself worse” McCoy droned, did I just get grounded? Forget my quarters, Jim’s bedding is warmer and it’s not like anyone can tell me not to. I headed up to Jim’s quarters and kicked off my shoes as soon as the door closed behind me. I wrapped myself up in his bedding and took a deep breath in, it was comforting to be surrounded by Jim’s smell even if he wasn’t here right now. I could feel myself dozing off. ————— I woke up to the sound of the door sliding open. I heard Jim’s footsteps coming near just before the bed dipped. “Hey Sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Not that I’m not glad to see you” Jim cooed softly as he ran his hand through my hair. “Burned my hand and Bones sent me to my quarters” I murmured into the pillow. Jim chuckled “Well last checked these are my quarters” He joked patting me on the side. “Can I see it?” Jim asked, referring to my hand. He held it in both of his own hands. He kissed my hand gently, “Mind if I lay with you?” He requested as though it weren’t his bed I was laying in. I softly nod my head and he slips into bed with me, still holding my hand and now reaching for my other. “I like that your hands fit in mine” Jim whispered after kissing me gently on the cheek.

It might not be great, but hey progress, right?

Requests open

[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.

[imagines--galore]

Since its the winter break, and I have a lot of time of my hands, anyone wanna chat? Anything from the fandoms that I have? Just wanna make friends. You can interact with this post or send me an IM or an ask directly. Or even send a message through the post :)

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Arcene: League of Legends

The Legend of Vox Machina

BBC Sherlock.

Lord of the Rings.

Criminal Minds.

Hobbit.

Castlevania: The Series

Studio Ghibli.

Digimon.

Narnia.

Witcher.

Marvel.

Star Trek 2009.

This is in no particular order btw :) Or really ANY fandoms that I have ever written about or listed on my blog.

[janeykath318]

Your Secret Valentine(Jim Kirk x Fem! Reader)

Valentine’s Day was approaching and romance was in the air aboard the Enterprise. Many crew had decorated their private quarters in red and pink, parties were planned, and flirtations were had with the hopes of getting a hot date for the big day. You were a professed Valentine’s Day skeptic, having never had any luck in that area, but you did your best to mind your own business and not yuck anybody’s yum. As a pilot who dreamed of having your own ship one day, you were happy to enjoy the view of the universe passing by. (Also, a certain cute captain, but that was neither here nor there.)

It was a time of empty space travel and you enjoyed the familiarity of routine, conversing quietly with the navigator, a young Andorian named Shrem.

Shrem was rather fascinated by the whole Valentine’s day phenomenon and you did your best to explain the history and customs of the day.

“Are you going to exchange gifts with anyone?” Shrem asked curiously.

“No,” you admitted. “I’ve never had any romantic admirers. I will probably hang out with my girlfriends and eat too much chocolate, though. Maybe watch an old earth romcom. I’ll be fine.”

You sounded convincing, but unbeknownst to you there was another pair of listening ears that picked up the undertone on your too casual statement.

The following day, when you returned to your quarters after shift, you were surprised by a cut out paper heart taped to your door. Thinking it was some over zealous decorators, you almost tossed it away, but not before you saw the writing on it.

Happy Valentine’s from your secret admirer.

You gave a snort of disbelief, but the cartoon dude holding a bunch of flowers that someone had drawn on it was pretty cute. It seemed harmless enough. Shrugging, you propped it on your shelf and turned in. It was probably a misdelivery.

The following day, there was a single deep pink peony in a vase on your table. You squinted at it, but couldn’t resist burying your nose in it to smell its enchanting scent. Peonies were one of the few flowers you loved. There was no note with it, so you weren’t sure if it was just a coincidence or someone who knew you.

“Please don’t be a stalker,” you whispered to yourself.

You complimented Sulu on the peony the next day.

“Someone gave me one of your fine specimens,” you told him. “No note or anything. You wouldn’t happen to know who sent it?”

“I do, but it’s Secret Valentine, so I can’t tell you who it is,” he told you apologetically.

“Fine. When I’m murdered by my crazy stalker, I will haunt your ass,” you threatened playfully.

“They’re a little crazy, but they’re definitely not a stalker,” Sulu said. “It’s about time you were appreciated around here, don’t you think?”

You grew a little warm in the face as the deep voice from the chair added, “Here! Here! Our awesome pilots deserve all the appreciation.”

Kirk really was a good sort, you thought. You hoped his Valentine treated him right.

The third gift was a stunning replica of the Enterprise herself, rendered in exquisite detail with your name and rank carved into the base. You had to catch your breath at the beauty of it. Someone very clearly was out to touch your soul.

You mentioned the gifts and the mini ship to Nyota Uhura and Spock over lunch.

“I just can’t imagine who would shell out the credits for something like that!” You exclaimed. “All my friends are too broke. It’s mind boggling. Little ole me?”

“Why not you?” Uhura asked. “You’re a wonderful human being and an incredibly gifted pilot. Embrace it, girl! You deserve this!”

“I’ll try to believe that,” you sighed, digging into your soup and missing the look that Spock and Uhura shared over your head.

When you returned to your station, there was a bag of your favorite white chocolate truffles on your chair. You smiled.

“Well, well, looks like Lieutenant Y/L/N has a Valentine!” Jim Kirk beamed. “Who’s the lucky person?”

“I have no idea,” you said, a little embarrassed. “But they sure have good taste. You popped a truffle in your mouth and grinned cheekily at the captain. “If I die from poison, tell Dr. McCoy it was worth it.”

The whole bridge chuckled and you felt the day get brighter.

As the last four seats before Valentine’s day went by, the gifts and the guessing game continued. Some of the bridge crew were even taking bets on it.

You received a giant stuffed bear, a lovely set of body washes and soaps in your favorite scent, and a luxurious warm scarf. Finally, on the thirteenth, there was a card left on your table.

You cheeks burned at the sweet romantic sentiment and sat on your bed completely flabbergasted until you recovered enough to read the writing.

“Dear Y/N, I’ve been smitten with you ever since the whole ice planet incident and I’ve only fallen harder the more I got to know you. I heard you’d never had a Valentine and I’d like to change that. If you feel the same way, meet me in the Starboard lounge two hours after Alpha shift.”

It wasn’t signed. You Nyota in a bit of a panic to consult.

“Should I go, Ny? It wasn’t signed. Should I trust this person? They seem sweet, but how can I be sure?”

After taking a quick glance at the writing, Nyota smiled reassuringly.

“I know that handwriting and you should definitely go. This person adores you. I know that for a fact.”

The gentle smile she gave you went a long way to reassuring you. You knew Nyota would never lie about someone’s character, and her encouraging this date was a sure fire stamp of approval.

The choosing of the outfit was another time consuming process since you weren’t sure about the formality of the date, but at length you settled on a sleek skirt and blouse combination that seemed to be a good in between solution.

The morning of Valentine’s Day, the shift seemed to crawl by and you felt very antsy with nerves, wondering if your date was on the bridge at that moment.

“Are you all right, Lieutenant?” Jim asked. “You seem a little restless.”

“I’ll be okay,” you assured him. “Just got a little distracted for a minute. It’s this crazy day, you know.”

“For sure,” Jim said understandingly. “The whole ship is aquiver with excitement. “Got big plans?”

“As a matter of fact, yes I do.” You told him. You turned away and missed the hopeful look he shot at you.

That evening, after being dolled up and pep talked by your friends, you nervously made your way to the observation deck.

A tall figure was staring out at the stars with a dreamy expression on his handsome face. Your heart flipped as you immediately recognized him.

“Hi, Captain,” you greeted shyly. He turned around and sucked in a breath as he saw you.

“Are you my secret admirer?” you asked.

His smile grew as he handed you the bouquet of peonies he was holding.

“It’s Jim. And yes, I am,” he confirmed. “You look stunningly beautiful, Y/N.

Your face heated from the way he was looking at you and the sheer happiness that you were feeling.

“I wanted it to be you,” you admitted. “But I thought there was no way.”

“Oh, very much yes way,” Jim said emphatically, showing you to a table romantically decorated and set for two. “You are an incredibly amazing person, Y/N, and I’ll do my best to help you believe that.

“I like the suit,” you told him. “That blue really brings out your fabulous eyes, Cap—I mean, Jim.”

“Why thank you,” he accepted graciously, eyes twinkling happily. “I’m just so glad you came. I was on pins and needles until you admitted you had plans this morning.”’

“You can thank Nyota,” you told him. “She kept the secret but assured me you were safe. She claimed you adore me.”

“She’s right. I very much do adore you and hope you’ll let me prove it,” he said earnestly, taking your hand in his. “Wanna be my valentine?”

“Absolutely,” you whispered happily.

He kissed your hand in a way that made your spine tingly and you thought this Valentine’s stuff was pretty great after all.

[randomwritingss]

Someone send me a number between 1 and 52. I have a jar of date ideas. And i have a muse 😂

It's a valentines gift thing, but I'll write them as long as yall will send them.

My bad...

Characters I'll write for:

Jim Street

Jim Kirk

Donovan Rocker

Leonard McCoy

Tony DiNozzo

Mick Rory

[etherealspacejelly]

Get Some Rest

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Multi

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series

Relationships:

Spock (Star Trek)/Reader, James T. Kirk/Spock/Reader, James T. Kirk & Reader, Spock (Star Trek) & Reader, James T. Kirk & Spock, James T. Kirk/Reader, Spock (Star Trek)/You, James T. Kirk/You

Characters:

James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Reader, You

Additional Tags:

Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Caring Spock (Star Trek), Sleep Deprivation

Summary:

When you get back from an unexpectedly long and taxing away mission, uninjured but completely exhausted, Jim and Spock put you to bed.

There is no use of Y/N. Gender-neutral pronouns are used, and there is no physical description of you. There are some romantic undertones, but it can easily be read as platonic, too. This is very fluffy and self-indulgent lol.

[lavender-romancer]

He's So Pretty 

Jim Kirk x Reader  CW: distress, angst, romance 

Kirk had no idea you felt the same way for him as he did for you, as you plan to leave Starfleet. Is it all too little too late for the two of you? 

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He felt dead inside, Kirk wouldn't show it but he couldn't stand the fact you were leaving and it hurt even more that he'd never gained the courage to be honest with you. His plan was to have a meeting with you as a farewell in his Captain's quarters before you left the enterprise when they docked in Yorktown to refuel in a few weeks. But he didn't know if he could wait that long, he'd been holding this in for so long it felt like it was begging to be let out. You were too good for him and he knew that his feelings were real because he hardly ever bit his tongue but he was terrified you wouldn't feel the same as him. The only person to ever get his tongue tied, the only person who he would always be looking for in a crowd, it was unexplainable how much he cared about you. But now... now you were leaving and fuck, he wished you knew everything going on in his head. 

"You're gonna kill yourself with guilt if you don't say something," Bones said in a matter of a fact way.

"I am aware, Bones." Jim grinned because he knew how dumb and high school it all was.

"Just tell the damn girl!" Bones exclaimed.

"Oooo. What girl is this!" Both the men jumped at the sound of your voice walking into the bar, they both went silent "Awh come on, is this a boys club conversation?" You put your hands on your hips and Kirk laughed. 

"Something like that, dumbass," Kirk looked up at you and you rolled your eyes before punching his arm.

"You love me really, no matter how many times you insult me. You're gonna miss me!" You reached over the bar and grabbed some vodka making yourself a quick mixed drink. 

"More than you know," Bones muttered so only Jim heard and gave him a look. 

"Right, drink up Cap!" You cheers' with Jim and then both downed what was in your glasses. 

"No cheers for the doctor I see," Bones rolled his eyes and you shook your head 

"Absolutely not letting you run free! I'm just pouring another drink my dear doctor." You poured a vodka shot and looked at Bones who was regretting speaking up. 

"Cheers to that I s'pose!" You and Bones clinked glasses before knocking your heads back. Kirk just looked at you in awe, his eyes looking up in adoration. Bones noticed it first and smiled to himself. 

"What's with the puppy eyes, Kirk?" You teased and Jim very slightly blushed. He thought he hid it well but you couldn't help but think about how pretty he looked. 

The following week, Kirk was mentally planning when to have that meeting with you, he had two weeks left till they docked. That wasn't that much pressure but he'd been holding in these feelings for nearly 6 years and didn't really know what to do if you didn't see him the same way. Kirk had absolutely no idea how you thought of him, he knew you were friends and maybe a bit flirty from time to time but nothing that couldn't be explained by being close friends. I mean Jim flirted with everyone, he was an Aries through and through so it didn't surprise him that regardless of gender he was going to be a bit playful. But with you, he had actual physical reactions and it was like being a teenager with a pathetic crush. You gave him butterflies, you made him nervous blush and hide his face and pretend he hadn't noticed your hand on his arm. 

Kirk couldn't help but believe you knew what you were doing but it seemed so unlikely because you were so confident, you were afraid to tell someone how you felt. Why would you keep your feelings towards him hidden if they were there? 

"Y/n, you've been asked to the Captain's quarters," Nyota told you with a friendly smile. 

"Oh lordy, what kind of going away malarkey has been prepared, I wonder." You grinned at your friend and she raised her eyebrow.

"Oi you, get that mind out of the gutter," you rolled your eyes. "I'm sure it's sweet , he's always been very thoughtful when someone leaves the ship." 

"Oh I'm sure it's very personal…" she winked and you covered your mouth so you didn't laugh. 

"What merriment have you two clowns got into then?" Bones asked as he walked past with some new equipment he'd been testing. 

"You have to be nice to me, Bones. Leaving orders say so," you narrowed your eyes at him, he stopped 

"Oh is that so, Sunshine?" He raised an eyebrow "And on whose authority is that?" 

"The Captains of course, I've been summoned to his quarters for what I can only hope is an attempt to celebrate my leaving without sounding too excited," you laughed and Bones said nothing. 

"Cat got your tongue?" Nyota asked Bones, folding her arms with a smile. 

"Oh not at all, I'm just holding it so I don't gossip like some old woman." Bones raised an eyebrow and you looked at him, puzzled. 

"Well what does that mean then?" You paused and he said nothing "Bones? What are you talking about?" 

"I mean if I can get in on some gossip where Bones is involved then I'm all ears." Nyota let one side of her mouth turn up. 

"You two are out for trouble, look it's not my secret to tell so you'll just have to find out eventually yourselves." Bones gave Nyota a knowing look and you looked between the two of them till Bones looked away. 

"Well what the hell was that?" You exclaimed looking at Nyota. 

"Well now I know you have to go and see Kirk right this second," Nyota leant against the corridor wall and had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. 

"You," you pointed at Nyota, "you are a troublemaker." You laughed and headed off in the direction of Kirk's quarters. 

You had no idea what Bones was on about but deep down you hoped. You'd been pining after Jim for so long it felt like an age, you had known each other for so long that you really didn't think there was any way Jim could've gone this long without revealing his feelings. You got drunk together so often and had never even kissed, he'd never revealed any secrets about his feelings whilst inebriated. Being realistic if Kirk hadn't revealed his feelings whilst being drunk it was unlikely he had those thoughts in his head, he was so easy to get secrets out of when drunk. But you couldn't help thinking about the weird interaction between the three of you a minute ago, what did they know that you didn't? 

You knocked three times of Jims door and held the sides of your skirt with your thumbs pressing against your fingers through the fabric. It was so damn frustrating how nervous you were when you could just be walking into a normal and civil meeting. Getting your hopes up was a dangerous activity especially when it came to heartbreakers like Jim Kirk. 

"Y/n!" Jim exclaimed, opening the door with a big smile, he stood back and let you step in. 

 "To what do I owe the pleasure." You looked around the room you'd been in often and considered that you might never see it again. 

"Come sit," he gestured to the sofa with a bottle of wine on the table and two glasses. "Your departure has made me think about a lot of things." As you sat down Jim began pouring. 

"What kind of things Kirk?" You narrowed your eyes. 

"It's hard to determine, I mean definitely thinking of the past" Kirk carried on for a while, talking in what you would call filler but you weren't listening. He looked so fucking pretty, his eyebrows moving every now and then, his hair a bit ruffled after he had got changed. Jim was so so pretty and you didn't know how to focus on anything else, watching his lips move you just wanted to shut him up and kiss him. 

"Y/n?" You snapped out of it "Do you know what I mean?" Kirk asked and you had to think for a moment about what would be a neutral reply so a question you hadn't heard any of. 

"....yes?" You said in a curious tone and Jim laughed. 

"You weren't listening were you," he smiled and you giggled. 

"Not my fault you look so pretty," you mumbled into your glass as you took a drink, you thought it was quiet enough but Jim had heard and he almost choked on the wine in his own mouth. 

"Was that a compliment I just heard?" Jim tried to play it cool but his voice cracked on the last word and you burst out laughing. 

"Okay well now you deserve no explanation if you can't even get through puberty properly." You smiled at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Well I'm not the one who thinks I'm pretty, am I. Hmm?" Jim teased. 

"Well, I'M not the one who can't speak without sounding like a pre-teen." You shot back, jokingly narrowing your eyes at him. 

"You're a little shit, you know that?" Jim asked, placing his glass down. 

"Well you won't have to put up with it for too much longer will you," you joked and a silence fell between the both of you, joking like this had made Kirk forget about that fact "Are you okay, Kirk?" 

You looked deep into his eyes and it took all his willpower not to take your face in his hands and kiss you. Instead he stood up and walked around the room, hands on his hips he sighed. 

"Well now I know you're not alright," you paused and stood up, there was a distance between you both and you were slowly closing it down "What's wrong?" You asked at almost a whisper.

Kirk turned around and you were only a few steps away from him, his eyes were unreadable but looked deep into yours. He closed off the gap between the two of you and took you into a deep hug, you were caught off guard but didn't stop him. Instead you wrapped your arms around him just as tightly and leant your head on his shoulder. Closing your eyes the moment felt like forever and you didn't want to let go because it would mean you leaving him was something real. Kirk's hand went up to the back of your neck and slowly stroked your hair. The affectionate action could have made you cry if you weren't so determined to not reveal to him how you felt. 

"There's something I need to tell you, Y/n." Kirk said near your ear and you drew apart, still holding onto his arms

"What is it?" You looked into his eyes and tried to read them, glancing down at his lips you bit the inside of his cheek. 

"I've loved you ever since I've known you, Y/n. I can't help it and- and I've tried to show it but fuck, you won't let me. I can't think straight when you're around me and I've been pining after you for so long it doesn't even feel real that you're leaving now," Kirk's eyes held so much emotion you feared you might fall into them. How…how was this real? 

The silence had been considerable now and you didn't know what to do, your mouth slightly open and staring into his eyes. You couldn't find the words so you just hugged him again, closer than before. Jim held the back of your head, scared you'd slip away forever. You mumbled something against his shoulder and he perked up. 

"What was that?" He whispered and you turned your head to lay your cheek on his shoulder. 

"I can't believe this has happened, I- fuck. I wasn't expecting it," You whispered and it made Kirk so anxious that he just held you until you'd eventually slip away. 

"You can leave whenever you want," Kirk told you and you really did feel like you could but you didn't want to. Kirk may have been holding you but only because you allowed it to be so. 

"What if I don't want to?" You asked, slightly pulling away from his shoulder and looking into his eyes with a smile. 

"What?" Jim whispered, not believing what you were saying.

"What if I don't think what you're saying is crazy," you let your hands run down his arms till you were holding his hands "I don't know what you know about how I feel o-or how I…" you trailed off trying to find your words "But my feelings aren't so far from yours."

"You're making me fucking hope for something now," Kirk grinned. 

"Oh shut up, talk like the normal Jim, please. I'm not used to you being all soppy." You teased, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. 

"You mean say something like how fucking highschool this all is?" Jim gripped your hands before looking down at your lips and back to your eyes. 

"I mean I'm not surprised you come neatly packaged up with some drama." You raised an eyebrow and he just rolled his eyes. 

"Oh do shut up," he let go of your hands and put them on either side of your face before leaning forward and kissing you. 

You rested your hands on his forearms, leaning into the kiss as a warmth spread into your stomach. It was almost unbelievable that this morning neither of you knew how the other really felt and honestly you found it extremely endearing how honest Jim was. 

"All the planets, places and people to see but all I wanted was you," Jim whispered when you drew apart and leant your foreheads together. You smiled and looked at him, he looked so lovely, all happy and pink cheeked. 

"You're so pretty," you paused and he laughed "No I mean it, just so pretty." You trailed off and looked into his eyes, you could only imagine what they would look like in between your thighs…

"Someone's getting distracted by a thought, you've got that glazed over look." Jim narrowed his eyes. 

"Ohhhh, nothing…" you turned around and pulled his hand with you "Just how much prettier you'd look going down on me. You know, nothing that exciting." You sat down on the sofa and held your wine in your hand as you crossed your legs. Bringing the glass to your mouth you raised an eyebrow and Kirk ran his tongue along his top set of teeth, thinking. 

"I mean I can't say what it would look like from your point of view, but seeing you like that would be angelic," he walked towards you and knelt down Infront of you.

"Guess you'll just have to prove it won't you," You were teasing him now but Jim didn't seem to mind. 

Jim was running his hands up your thighs until he met the hem of your dress, moving his hands inwards till they met the crossover of your legs. 

"We could test your theory, you know, for research." He gave you a shit eating grin and you uncrossed your legs, leaning down to be face to face with him. 

"Come on then pretty boy, prove your worth to me." You whispered and he looked so damn excited he could burst, you always suspected Kirk had a submissive streak. 

[make-me-imagine]

Time to Kill

Request: Jim Kirk + “Cozy Autumn day watching Halloween films”

Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Gn!Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: None, just some cute autumn fluff.

Words: 632

You smiled with contentment as you finished laying the soft blankets on the bed. Lying down, you checked that the projection screen was set up just right before you dimmed the lights and turned on the fake fire nearby. The windows showed beautiful fall trees swaying in a light rainy breeze, and for a moment, you really did forget you were on Starship deep in space.

Halloween was approaching on Earth, and the whole ship buzzed with ideas of Halloween parties and costume contests. As you traveled to a distant area of space, you had time to kill, so the crew was allowed to do as they pleased.

Time to kill, also meant, the two of you could relax and have a cozy evening all to yourself. Something Jim was more than happy about.

Hearing a buzz at the door, you looked over to see it slide open, revealing Jim, clad in a cozy outfit, holding a tray brimmed with various foods and snacks.

You grinned as you locked eyes and you felt a warmth fill your chest as he walked over to the bed.

"Wow" He smiled as he looked around, noting all of the various changes you had made to give his suite the perfect autumn vibe.

"You like it?" You asked a bit uncertainly.

He smiled at you as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love it, its perfect."

You smiled in relief, before your eyes widened a bit, seeing all of the food he had brought. You recognized old Earth Halloween candy, as well as some of your favorite sweets. There were small cakes, chips and dip, and hot chocolate complete with mini marshmallows.

"And how did I do?" He asked with a smile.

You grinned up at him, "Perfect."

He clapped his hands, "So we ready then?"

You nodded happily as you gingerly moved the tray to the middle of the bed, allowing Jim to climb in next to you. He let out a relaxed sigh as he leaned back.

Looking over his shoulder he quirked his brow. "Where did you get all of these pillows?"

You grinned, "I'm a comfort hoarder, you know this."

He chuckled, "Right."

He reached out his arm as you settled in to lean against him, hot chocolate in hand.

Grabbing a PAD he started to flick through the various movies you had downloaded for the evening.

"Ooh, we have to watch this later." He smiled as he pointed at Beetlejuice.

You nodded, "Of course."

"Hmm, but first." He stopped on a movie in the list and your eyes widened. You had not downloaded that one.

Immediately you shook your head, "Absolutely not."

He scoffed, "Why not? IT's a classic!"

"I don't care if it's a classic, I hate it!"

"Oh come on, it's not that bad!"

"IT is that bad" you chuckled "I watched it as a kid and it gave me nightmares, and it made me hate clowns."

"If we aren't watching IT then we aren't watching Hocus Pocus."

You gasped as you sat up, setting down your hot chocolate before you spilled it. "Those movies are not comparable! And Hocus Pocus is so much better!"

He shook his head stubbornly and you pouted at him, your eyes glaring playfully. He glared back, but you saw his resolve failing as his eyes drifted to the pout on your lips.

He finally let out a sigh and rested his head back. "Fine, we can watch Hocus Pocus, BUT, we have to watch a different horror movie if we can't watch IT."

You thought for a moment before nodding "Okay, fine, but nothing with clowns!"

He chuckled, grabbing you and pulling you back into his chest. He pressed a kiss to your temple "Okay, nothing with clowns."

xx End xx

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