#jim kirk/female reader

[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.

[pinkamour1588]

Red, White, and Royal Blue

Star Trek (+Original Characters)

[sprite-writes]

failed romantics

Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader (original female character)

Summary: Secrets can’t be kept forever, and what better time to reveal them than the Enterprise night shift.

Word Count: 5,902

A/N: yay another chapter!! I have been so excited to write this one since I started this series, I hope you all like it. As always very special thanks to @lightning-writes without them these chapters would literally never get finished LOL immediately after finishing this plz go check out their bucky series; good heart (faulty machine of a man) it kills me in the best way. anyways, thank you for reading plz like + comment if you enjoyed :)

Leonard can only barely make out Kirk’s face under the dim bulb, but he is pissed enough that Jim’s mug is the last thing he wants to see. The music is loud, so goddamn loud , loud enough that the whiskey did nothing for his headache. 

“This is not what I had in mind when you said you knew a place,” he yells over the music, staring down the side of Kirk's face. 

“What?” the captain calls back, still oblivious to Leonard's scowl. Kirk is absent, completely distracted by the crowd, more specifically the women . His gaze filters from person to person as they pass by the table, a dumb smile on his face the entire time. If steam could come out of Leonard’s ears, it would. 

“I said this isn't what I had in mind for tonight.” He reaches across the table and firmly flicks his friend’s temple. 

“Hey! What's your problem?” Kirk whines. Leonard is satisfied to have gotten his attention—finally. 

“You said you knew a nice place– you said it was a bar!” 

“Yeah and? This is both of those things!” 

“This is a goddamned petri dish!” 

It is. Leonard has refused to even allow his bare skin to touch the tabletop, weary of the unknown sticky substances covering it. There are so many bodies— human and otherwise— packed into the space, it's suffocating, and certainly a fire hazard. It's gross, downright unsanitary, and fucking loud.  

“You’re dramatic, Bones, it's nice enough. Loosen up! Maybe try to meet somebody. We’re only in Yorktown for a day, y’know?” 

Tipsy Kirk is a fucking idiot. 

Leonard recoils at the idea. The captain has gained this…habit lately. This advice-giving habit where he tells Leonard to relax, to get out there, to get laid, and every time it passes through Kirk's lips, Leonard becomes nauseous. He abhors this subject, he really does. The only thing he hates talking about more than his dating life is why he doesn’t have one. Sure, he hasn't had much of one since the divorce anyway, but whatever he did have quickly reduced to nothing after meeting Sunshine. He feels so childish even mulling his thoughts over, and how it feels pointless to consider any other woman interesting since he has already met Sunshine, who is the most interesting. Interesting and pretty. Interesting and pretty and kind. He shakes his head before he starts down his mental list (again). Somedays, it feels like his feelings will swallow him whole. It has been so long since he felt it, the wanting . Wanting to talk to her all the time, or hold her hand, or just be around her. It all makes him feel so juvenile, like he’s a lovesick teenager. She makes him feel like a lovesick teenager. It is the single most frustrating thing he’d ever experienced.

“I don't wanna associate with anyone who willingly steps foot inside this shithole,” he snaps, “C’mon man, let's go.” Kirk protests, of course, even more so as Leonard grabs him by the ear and pulls him up from the chair. He tells himself he’s doing Kirk a favor, that the last thing he needs is a hookup— that he’s certainly not taking out his frustrations on his friend. 

The pair weave through the bodies, with Kirk stumbling after his friend and out the door. The cool breeze hits them like a breath of fresh air, and Leonard takes it in. Kirk, on the other hand, furiously rubs his reddened ear. 

“What the hell was that for? Are you out to get me tonight?” 

Leonard feels a quick pang of sympathy, regretting lashing out. 

“Look, I’m sorry, but that place had me sweating like a damn sinner in church, there’s other bars, and it's getting late anyways–”

Kirk would usually push it, and Leonard could tell he wants to, which makes him all the more thankful he doesn’t.  

“Fine, fine, whatever but we are drinking when we get back to the ship,” he settles, leading the way home. 

Yorktown is cold and downright industrial. Leonard hates it. He would usually be thankful for a pit stop if it means he can feel non-artificial gravity, but, between the dirty club and Kirk’s antagonizing, he’s ready to be spacebound again. Both the Enterprise and the USS Endeavor are in Yorktown for the night, in the process of a personnel transfer. The streets are crawling with Starfleet members.

They walk in silence for most of the way, observing the larger-than-life city and the star crafts buzzing overhead. Leonard would be lying if he said he doesn’t feel a bit empty.  Perhaps the low-lit, music-blaring monstrosity would have felt more tolerable if a certain lieutenant was with him and not stuck with the enterprise night crew. 

“You know, I wouldn’t have even known that place existed if it wasn’t for Sunny,” Kirk laughs. Leonard scrunches his nose. 

“She recommended that barnyard?” he scoffs. 

“Oh god no, she told me to stay away from it. Said it was the grimiest place on this side of the universe. I just thought it sounded like a good time, y’know?” 

Leonard stares, really stares, and wonders why he keeps expecting better of Kirk. 

“You’re an idiot, and an ass. The woman gives you stellar advice, and you ignore it, and stick her with the skeleton crew.” 

Kirk stops so abruptly, that Leonard stumbles over him. 

“ I didn’t put her on the skeleton crew, she requested to be. You think I would make her work more than she already does? I’m not a tyrant, Bones.” 

What?  

“What?” Leonard says out loud. “Why would she ask to be holed up on the enterprise all leave?” 

“I mean, I would too if the alternative was running into my ex and all his coworkers.” 

Kirk laughs, Leonard’s head spins. 

“Her ex?” 

“Yeah her— she didn’t tell you any of this?” 

“She said she wanted Jameson to oversee the transfer, give him more experience or something, so you put her on his night shift.” 

“No? She wanted Jameson to do it because she used to be engaged to the Endeavors head of security.” 

Leonard blinks. And blinks again. 

“Dude, I don’t even know how to change the schedule,” Kirk adds. 

 Suddenly, despite talking to her everyday for close to a year, she feels unfamiliar. Engaged? He can hardly imagine it, nor does he want to. Pictures of Sunshine flash through his mind, and he clenches his fist. 

“Didn’t know she had been engaged,” he feigns a casual tone.

Kirk furrows his brows. 

“ You didn’t know? You of all people?” Leonard shrugs, as his stomach forms a knot. “She tells you everything, and she’s never mentioned Ryder?”

“Christ, his name is Ryder ?”

“I know! Douchebag name, right?” 

He doesn’t respond for a beat, which turns into several beats. The gears in his head turn and turn. Engaged . He doesn’t understand why the idea eats at him. He himself had been married for years. So what if she was engaged? There is no reason for him to be upset that his friend—a coworker–had an ex. 

He feels nauseous. 

Kirk clears his throat, derailing Leonard's train of thought.

“You’re right, it’s late, we should head back,” he says, offering a reassuring smile. Leonard follows him, hands in his pockets.

“Do y’know what happened?” he asks finally. Kirk casts him a sideways glance.

“What, between them? Not a clue,” Kirk says with sincerity enough for Leonard to believe it. “She wasn’t really keen on discussing it.” He pauses and looks at the ground as they walk. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it though, Bones, I think everyone sees she’s only really got eyes for one person these days.” 

“Don't start, Jim,” Leonard warns hotly, clenching his jaw. 

“Start what? I’m not starting anything. I’m just laying out the facts.” Jim hiccups. “She adores you, man, like adores -”

“Sunshine ‘adores’ everyone she meets. We’re friends—good friends, but that's all.” His patience shrinks as his annoyance grows.

Jim laughs mirthlessly.

“No, Sunshine and I are good friends. Whatever you two are is something else entirely-” 

“Anyone ever tell you you don't know when to shut up?” His tone is as cold as the night air, and Jim shuts up.

Leonard wishes Kirk would drop the subject, trip over a rock, or whatever it took to never have this conversation again. Really—what he truly wants is for everyone to stop dangling this hope in front of his face like a carrot. He’s not an idiot, he knows he spends more time with the lieutenant than his colleagues, hears her laugh more often, and knows her habits better.

 He knows what it looks like. He also knows that he's a bitter emotionally closed-off divorcee— 

He tells Jim that Sunshine is his friend because she is—and he denies wanting anything more because It's stupid to want things out of his reach. 

Frustration heats his cheeks and begins to bloom into a headache. He knows Kirk means well, but that fact does little to comfort him. 

“Alright, I’ll drop it,” Kirk surrenders, his voice soft. “But there is one last thing you should know,” He pauses at the crosswalk and turns to Leonard. Eerily stoic, his mouth pressed into a thin line. Leonard's breath hitched. 

“Ryder’s got nothing on you in terms of looks, okay? Seriously he's like, 5’7, and his face isn't at all symmetrical-”

Leonard revs up and smacks Kirk in the back of the head harder than he ever had and feels no regret. Not even after Kirk's high-pitched “ Ouch!”

“Would you quit it! You gossip like a damn schoolgirl!”

The sign blinks at them to walk, and Leonard drags Kirk across the street, fingers digging into his arm. 

“Ow, ow, I was just saying-“

“Wait a minute,” Leonard lets his friend go and smooths down his sleeve. “How do you know what he looks like anyway?” 

Kirk puts himself at a safe distance from the Doctor, cradling his arm. “Well, the operations manager would usually talk to the department heads during a transfer, but Sunshine passed him off to me. I said no at first, obviously, because I hate managing, but then she finally told me she was almost Mrs. Ryder Denver. So yeah, I spoke with him a few times, just business. Have to say though, I couldn't imagine them together. He comes off as a bit of a douche.” 

Leonard breathes deeply, reigning in the emotions that he doesn’t need Kirk to pick up on. The idea of Sunshine being engaged does enough to unsettle him without knowing that the man in question “ came off as a douche” . He feels something boil under the surface. 

“Yeah?” is all he can strangle out. 

“Yeah—He’s like a classic douchey security buff,” Kirk continues, unaware of his friend's white knuckles. “You know the kind– uptight, condescending, has one earring and thinks it's edgy-”

“Wears their uniform a size too small? Yeah, I know the type.” 

“Exactly, and Sunshine is so…so-”

“Heart-of-gold?” 

“Yeah! Opposites attract I guess, but I don't know, something was off.” 

To Leonard, the entire thing is off. All of it. Everything . He doesn’t understand why Sunshine decided he doesn’t get to know, why it is a secret in the first place, why she almost married a douche, why he cares so damn much . 

The enterprise comes into view like the sun on the horizon, and Leonard is relieved . 

“Your arm’s all right?” Leonard asks, an apology without apologizing. Jim knows this and breathes a laugh. 

“Yup, the ear’s fine too.” 

The Doctor nods, but his eyes remain trained in front of him. Through the glass window panes, he eyes the ship, eager to hide away in the familiar place. He would have opened the door for Kirk, as a gesture, but of course, the Yorktown Federation Port has to have automatic doors. He huffs, and the artificial lights illuminate his red cheeks. They approach their home in silent tandem, their shoes clinking against the hard floors. 

“You should talk to her, Bones,” Kirk breaks the quiet, head down while he taps the access code to the enterprise hull. “Ask her why she didn't mention the ex. I’m sure she has a good reason, probably one you'll wanna hear.” 

Leonard wants to be mean. He wants to shake Kirk's words off with an insult and go to bed. But he swallows his pride, and it goes down like nails.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

Hope. It bubbles up within his chest, and he pushes it down. Finally, the stark white enterprise interior greets him. He breathes a little easier. 

Kirk stumbles over the first step— “ Woah ”-- and Leonard steadies him with a raised eyebrow. “Andorian ale finally catching up with you?” 

“Pfft,” Kirk scoffs. “Couldn’t catch me if it tried.” 

Leonard pauses, then laughs, the first genuine one all night, and it has Kirk grinning back. 

The enterprise is empty, its residents still on the streets they just returned from. So, without restraint, they laugh, and Kirk stumbles, and Leonard forgets for a moment about the unsaid feelings under his skin. 

Kirk is an idiot, and he’s a good friend.  

He’s happy to banter about whatever comes out of Kirk's drunk mouth and to correct him when he takes a wrong turn in his own ship. Leonard claps his hand on his shoulder and drawls, “It’s this way, captain .”

“Uhh, no , Chekov keeps the good whiskey in his locker, this way,” Kirk insists with a point down the hallway, and Leonard is amazed at his eagerness to get blacked out the night before embarking. 

“Are you out of your mind? No way. You can drink like a fish when you don't need to fly a starship in the morning.” 

“What are you, my mom ?” 

Christ.

“No, but I pity the poor woman,” he huffs and gestures down the hallway leading to his quarters. Kirk frowns and scrunches his nose.

“Raincheck, Kirk, c’mon.” 

He begrudgingly obliges, having given his friend a hard enough time tonight anyway. The yawn that crawls out of his mouth a moment later corroborates Leonard's decision. He is tired, and Kirk shouldn't drink anymore, but he’d be lying if he said those were his only motives to end the night early.

“You win this one, Bones, but next time I swear we'll be out till sunrise,” he says between another yawn and a hiccup. 

“Uh-huh. Try not to trip.” Leonard reminds himself of the virtue of patience and keeps walking. 

Kirk manages to type in his room's access code all by himself, with only a moment of squinting, and a break to roll up the black sleeves of his turtleneck. Leonard is impressed, and the bar is low. 

“Drink a bottle of water, and get some sleep, We’ll talk tomorrow.” he crosses his arms over his chest and waits for protest. 

Kirk only hums. “You headed to your room?”

 The doctor's fingers drum against the doorframe. “Was thinking I’d check in on Sunshine,” he says, blinks, and rushes out, “and the rest of the Skeleton crew, of course.  Maybe medbay too, then I’ll hit the hay.” He fleetingly wonders if that sounds believable, or at least casual. 

 Kirk smiles a genuine smile. “Sounds like a good plan, Bones. See ya in the morning, and tell her I said hi .” Before he can react, his friend waves, and the door slides shut. Then, he’s alone in the hallways, and he has to put his money where his mouth is. 

Shit . 

The way to the bridge feels daunting now, like climbing Everest. Like climbing Everest with the shittiest rope ever. Like climbing Everest with the shittiest rope ever, several pounds of emotional baggage, and a Starfleet captain breathing down his neck.  He considers just going to bed, pretending he never even mentioned the whole thing. Maybe even pretend he doesn't care to get answers. He can just leave it be. 

The desire to see her trumps all of it. 

The halls are deserted, which he’s thankful for. He doesn’t need anyone around to watch him squirm in the elevator. A deep breath, a punch of the open elevator button and—

“I told you I don't have any threes! Go fish, again .” 

He sees the back of the captain's chair first, then Starfleet-issued black boots hanging off of it. The whoosh of the door draws the attention of the room to him. Eyes sweep through the vaguely familiar faces of the night crew, all six staring at him like they are waiting for an explanation, which he doesn’t really have. The heeled black boots plant themselves on the ground, the captain's seat swivels around. His heart works double time. 

“ Leonard ? Hi! What are you doing here?” 

Sunshine’s got a hand of cards between her pointer and her thumb, and a sweatshirt pulled over her uniform dress, and it distracts Leonard for longer than it should. He clears his throat, and it shakes loose the feelings stuck there. 

“Just thought I'd check in on our hard working night crew, who is surely on task.” He descends the bridge steps. 

“Well, then, you'll be happy to hear that I am, in fact, glancing at my station every 20 minutes, and I’m the undefeated go-fish champion.” 

She waves the cards at herself like a fan, legs crossed and smile wide. 

“Undefeated, huh? Glad to see your talents going to good use.” Her smile gets a bit brighter, and she does a quick breathy laugh with her nose. For a moment there's quiet, and Leonard begins scrambling for a way to ask her the thing he wants to ask her. The bridge is crowded, for a skeleton crew, he thinks. The redshirt to Sunshine’s left breaks the silence before he can. 

“I’m not sure if I’d call it talent…I’m pretty sure she's cheating,” they grumble, and Sunshine doesn't spare a moment, whipping the chair around. He can almost see the panic fill her eyes, like she’s just been accused of a heinous crime. 

“I’m not! Are you still thinking about that last round? Because that was—”  

Even Leonard winces a bit at her shrill tone, and he’s pretty sure she just woke the navigator who had fallen asleep at his station, so he claps his hands on her shoulders. 

“Sounds to me like this card game has you wound like a spring,” he interrupts her before her voice jostles anyone else awake. 

She pouts, lip jutted out and everything. 

“Let's go for a walk,” he suggests. He doesn’t even let his nerves talk him out of it. She looks at him curiously, her eyebrows drawn. 

“I dunno, I probably shouldn’t leave…” 

“I’m sure someone else can deal cards while you’re gone,” he tells her, already offering his arm. 

The Ensign, Leonard still doesn’t know their name, waves her off. “Go, Lieutenant, It's fine. I’m sure we can handle a few minutes without you.” 

She bites her lip and cautiously loops her arm around his, leaving the captain's chair to her subordinate. 

“Alright, but don’t start a new game without me,” she warns lightly. 

Leonard doesn’t get nervous with her arm looped around his, really he doesn’t. He’s headfirst into this thing now, no room for nerves. 

She drinks her whiskey neat, he learns, and it surprises him. Surprises him even more when she downs it like a shot. 

The walk there had been quiet mostly, except for when Sunshine regaled the stories of her card game wins. 

“Did you have a nice time with Kirk?” she asks politely.

“I dunno if I’d say that, but maybe Jim would disagree.” 

She laughs lightly, and her finger traces the lip of the whiskey glass. He doesn’t know if it’s the best idea, but he refills her cup. 

There is a beat of silence, and the conversation with Kirk pushes to the front of his thoughts. There's a heaviness on the tip of his tongue, the desire to ask why . Without really knowing how to. 

“Wish I could’ve gone with you guys,” she says, her gaze downcast. There's a rare melancholy to her tone, something vulnerable woven into it. 

“You could’ve,” he tells her, and her eyes pull from the table.

“I had--”

“Yeah, I know what you�� I just mean–I’m sure Kirk would have given you the night off if you asked… God knows he owes you enough favors.” 

“I guess,” she shrugs, “it wasn’t really the best night for it, though.” 

He could go along with her lame excuse, vaguely agreeing that, yeah, there will be other nights. But the ache to know what exactly goes on in her pretty head has words tumbling out of his mouth. 

“Yeah, Kirk mentioned somethin’ like that,” he mumbles, nerves permeating the sentence. 

“...what?” 

Shit.

“I mean, he may have-”

“What exactly did he mention?” Her tone holds a sharp undercurrent of something rare for Sunshine– anger.

Leonard runs a hand down his face, suddenly thinking of all the much more tactful ways he could have begun this. The gentle buzz of alcohol still in his bloodstream keeps him from panicking. 

“Nothing terrible, just that there was someone in town you wouldn’t wanna see.”

“As if ,” she scoffs. “Kirk’s never been that vague in his life.” 

“…fair enough.” 

She groans miserably, fitfully pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her hands and burying her face in the fabric. 

“You were not supposed to find out like this,” she says, muffled. 

“And how was I supposed to find out?” He asks quietly, like the question will frighten her away. 

A sniffle comes from behind her hands–the sound tugs at his heart. 

“ I don't know. Maybe someone could have told you when I’m dead and then we’d never have to have this conversation.” 

He reaches for her slowly, taking her wrists in a gentle hold and pulling them away from her face, revealing her reddened nose and watery eyes. Her hands are cold, and grow stiff under his touch. 

“Sunshine. It's an ex , not a damn intergalactic scandal. There are worse conversations to have,” he reasons. 

“You don't get it,” she tells him matter-of-factly, pulling her hands from his touch. Embarrassment quickly heats his body, and he wipes his palms on his pants. 

“I’d get it a lot more if you talked about it.” He flexes his jaw, frustration bleeding into his voice. 

She narrows her eyes, punctuating her glare with a sniffle. 

“If I wanted to talk about it, I would’ve.”

“With Kirk? Because he seems to get it.” 

“Why are you acting so—”

“Concerned? Oh, I dunno because you’re my friend?” Exasperation colors his tone.

“I was gonna say entitled,” she grits out. Her anger comes out half-heartedly, sounding more like watery sadness than anything. “I don't tell you everything, and I don't have to. You’re not my-” She sighs. “Why does it matter? I was engaged for like, a year, and now, I’m not.” 

You’re not my–

Her half sentence sticks in his mind and sends blood rushing to his head. He thinks of all the things that he is to her: a colleague, a doctor, a friend. All the things he isn’t feels like a gaping hole. 

He watches her clench her fists and force her tears back. 

“It matters because it upsets you enough to work the night shift,” he sighs, the anger he’s been holding seeps out of his hands like water. “I’m not pressing you for the latest gossip, Sunny. I’m asking because it would be lousy of me not to.” 

She says nothing, taking in his words. 

“I’m no stranger to this stuff, y’know,” he prods her gently. “My ex-wife sent me running all the way to space .” He says lightly, and the corners of her mouth twitch up briefly.

“He didn't send me running, I sent him,” she confesses, shaking her head. 

“ You ?” 

“Me. The thing is,” she shrugs, “it should have worked, y’know? Like on paper, it was perfect. Ryder and I were academy sweethearts, liked all the same shit, were top of our classes, blah, blah, blah.” She rolls her eyes. “Our friends used to tease us, say that it wasn't fair, and we were too in love.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” she says, sighing. Her eyes drift nowhere in particular. “It didn’t feel nice after a while though. It felt suffocating. I was half a person with him, we were Ryder and Sunshine–and that was one entity.” Her tears dry on her lashes, as she becomes entrenched in the memory. 

“But the person we were wasn’t me . Because he never thought my jokes were funny, or my hobbies were interesting or my friends were cool, so I was willing to throw them all out. Eventually all that was left was him. His ideas, his wants, his needs. I was backed into a corner. I should’ve left when I realized but I loved him… and I was really scared of being alone.” 

She pushes her hair behind her ears and lets out a shaky breath. 

“I was a coward, and I couldn’t leave. I wanted to try and fix it, figure out who I was, and then maybe Ryder could love that person,” She shakes her head. “I was naive. Ryder always wanted someone I couldn’t be. Someone quieter or someone better at being a person. I’m always so all over the place you know? Too much for him.”

“You’re not–”

“It's okay, Len, you don't have to say anything.” she says, meeting his eyes again, taming the budding fire in his heart. 

The idea of Sunshine being anything but completely herself unnerves him. Her jokes are funny, he can’t recall ever laughing as much before she boarded the enterprise. Her ramblings about xenobotany and classic earth songs never fail to catch his attention, even when he barely knows what she's talking about. Being around Sunshine is as easy as breathing, and he’s starting to need it as much too. 

“Anyways, he proposed our senior year, like we weren’t a sinking ship, and I said yes and pretended like the ring wasn’t a last-ditch attempt to bring us back to life.” 

Her teeth sink into her lip, her eyes dragging to her lap.

“I don't know what it was, but one night I just…broke. I couldn’t keep pretending to be someone I wasn’t, or beg to be loved.”

A few tears slide down her cheeks, she scrubs them away with her sleeve.

Leonard wants to tell her that she should never have to beg for anything in the first place, least of all love; he wants to tell her that she's worthy just the way she is. His fingers twitch with the desire to take her by the shoulders and tell her over and over that she’s perfect, that she couldn’t be too much if she tried. Sunshine has always had a magnetic pull to her, drawing in everyone she meets with her warmth. The idea of anyone taking that away from her pulls his heartstrings tight enough to snap. He holds back his anger, refraining from telling her that Ryder is an asshole who didn’t deserve a second of her time. 

The wiser part of him knows that's not what he needs.

“We had planned to be on the USS Endeavor together, but I rescinded my application. I signed up to do on-planet research instead. I wrote a long letter, left it on our bed, packed up my things, and left.” 

She coughs in a way that he knows is covering up a sob and takes a deep breath. The sound sends a pang of emotion through him.

“It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done. We were engaged, for Christ's sake, and I couldn’t even look him in the eye when I left him. And don’t even get me started on the fallout. We had all the same friends, and our families were so close… it was all so humiliating . Everyone expected us to live happily ever after, and then, there I was, giving him back his ring in a coffee shop.”  

She knocks back the rest of her drink, like a consolation prize for getting all the words out. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Len. I never wanted you to think of me like that, as someone who would do that.” 

“ Sweetheart ,” he says like a plea, calling her attention. “No one in their right mind would think differently of you for leaving something that wasn’t good for you– or at least they shouldn’t.” 

She's shaking her head before he finishes his sentence. 

“But I–”

“I know. You didn’t go about it the way you maybe should’ve– or the way you wanted to. It doesn’t make you a bad person, it doesn’t make you any less… good.”

She hiccups, her chest rising and falling rapidly as another stream of tears drips down her cheeks. He can't help himself – and even if he could, he doesn’t want to – he brings both hands to her cheeks, wiping away the salty tears. 

“It's alright,” he says gently, swiping his thumb under her eye again. “You’re alright.”

She nods, breaths finally evening out, and his hands reluctantly fall back onto his lap. 

He remembers well the storm of feelings his divorce left him with. The gulit, the lonliness, feeling like the world was ending. 

“I get it, y’know. The shitty relationship, becoming somebody you don't wanna be,” the barstool squeaks as he leans on the counter. He hasn't talked about his marriage since he told the story to Kirk years ago. It feels odd to tell it again. 

“My ex and I met in college, fell head over heels, and I proposed a year later. I thought… well, we both thought we were soulmates. There was this connection between us that I’d never felt before, and I thought this must be it.” 

“After a year ?” she gawks. He casts her a sideways glance and chuckles. 

“A perfect year, mind you. Not a single disagreement, not a bad date– every day was straight out of a damn love story or something. Until we got hitched, that is. Then it was all disagreements.”

 He anxiously taps a rhythm on the bar top. The memory still burns him now, of the fiery conflict, of the sleepless nights. 

“We were the same in all the worst ways, stubborn, headstrong, prideful. We couldn't settle an argument to save our lives. It probably didn't help that I was in the middle of residency and pulling 100-hour weeks. It was miserable. I hardly recognized myself… I know I don’t have the best temper, but I never wanted to be an angry person.” 

He lets out a slow breath, “I was mad as hell when she called it quits, said a lot of stuff I regret. But she was right to do it. We brought out the worst in each other, I was just too narrow-minded to see it. All this to say, I’m sure I would have taken the night shift to avoid her too.” 

Sunshine rests a comforting hand on his shoulder, her thumb pressing circles into the muscle. 

“I’m sorry, Len.”

He leans into her touch without thinking about it. “These things happen,” he tells her decidedly. “When something’s not right, there's nothing you can do to change that. You do the best you can with where you’re at, that's all.” He pictures himself, young and full of fire, holding onto something that had already slipped away. “Which you did, Sunshine. I know it’s hard to see now, but I promise it gets easier.”

When he drags his gaze from the mahogany bar top back to Sunshine, she's watching him curiously. 

“What am I supposed to see?”

“That you were young, and scared, and you did what you needed to for yourself. Even if it's not shit you’re proud of, it makes you who you are. You learn, and it makes you better.” 

She says nothing, silently considering his words for several moments. “Well, it better get easier soon, because it sucks .” 

He chuckles, “That it does.” 

 She reaches right past him and grabs the half-empty bottle of whiskey.

“We should toast,” she says, the melancholy in her voice fading away, probably tucked back behind a wall. “To failed marriages.” 

She’s already refilling their glasses and lifting hers to bump with his. 

“Thought you ducked out on the whole wedding thing?” he teases. 

“Fine then, to failed romantics,” she impatiently shakes the ice in her glass, “Just do it.” 

He knocks his glass with hers and agrees, “To failed romantics, and night shifts, and all the other shitty stuff.”

Her face pinches as she finishes her drink. Gingerly, she takes both of their glasses and stacks them behind the bar. 

Like ripping a bandage off and letting the wound breathe, Leonard feels lighter. As Sunshine hops off the bar stool and straightens her uniform skirt, he can see on her face that she does too. 

“Thank you for the drink, and the talk, Len,” she says, and he waves her off. 

“Don't mention it.” 

“ Totally gonna mention it,” she grins, “and when the schedule suddenly gives you two days off in a row, you’ll know why.” 

He laughs, and shakes his head, “I don’t think that's allowed, Lieutenant.” 

“I have my ways,” she says innocently, as she saunters to the door. 

He watches her go, everything she’s told him still buzzing in his head. He can hardly make sense of everything he’s feeling at once, but there's one thought that sticks out among the rest, that sits on his chest, demanding to be heard. 

“Sunshine?” he calls before she’s gone, giving into his relentless mind.

“Yeah?”

When she turns around, he’s flooded with everything he’s ever wanted to tell her. How she has seeped into every part of his life since he met her, despite his once armored heart. How she doesn’t see it, but she's changed the entire atmosphere of the bridge, pouring life into it with her energy. How she's taught him how to be a better friend, a better man, even a better doctor. How she’s not too much, she's everything. 

 “You should know, you’re never too much, that's ridiculous. Anyone on this ship would agree in a heartbeat. Don’t know what I’d– what we’d do without you,” he rushes out. “I hope you never think you need to be anything other than who you are.”

She goes still in the door frame and observes him for a moment. He flounders in her silence, wondering if he should have just kept his mouth shut. She suddenly moves from the doorway, quickly striding towards him, the sound of her boots clacking on the floor. He has no time to react before she gently places her hand on his chest. She wastes no time, leaning down and pressing a warm kiss to his cheek. 

“Thank you,” she says meaningfully, searching his eyes for a brief moment before she turns heel again. She’s out the door without him even mustering up a word to say. 

His skin heats where her lips had touched him, a crackling feeling left in their place. He lifts his fingers to the skin, ghosting over the sticky remnants of her lipgloss. 

He sits, dumbfounded, knowing he’s gone somewhere there's no coming back from.     

[space-helen]

E.T

Words: 739

Pairing: Spock x Reader

A/N: This is the first thing I've written since last October so... I'm sorry if this is clunky. I'm note sure which Spock you wanted it for so I went AOS but I think it's pretty 'neutral' Spock if that makes sense?

Request: Spock's reaction to female reader singing the song E.T. by Katy Perry cause the reader lost a bet to Kirk so now she has to sing that song to basically admit she likes Spock. As a added bonus you can add a part where Spock tells Kirk that was unnecessary since he and the reader are already dating. If you don't like the bonus idea just ignore it! Keep up the awesome writing! - @originaltyphoonkryptonite

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“You’re not being serious?”

“I won Y/N. A deals a deal.” Jim said with a smile.

You rolled your eyes “The song is so, incredibly, old. Could you not pick something more current?” 

“It just makes it funnier. It’s a classic.” the man put his hand on your back and began to guide you towards Spock's quarters. 

Grumbling as you went he quickly shoved you inside. Spock stood from where he was sitting and looked between the two of you. “What is the problem? You look distressed.” his eyes fell to you.

“Nothing, nothing.” you turned around to leave but Jim stopped you and turned you back around. 

“Y/L/N.” it was almost a warning from your Captain.

“Spock.” you looked at the man before looking down at the floor and hesitating, this was so embarrassing “You’re so hypnotizing.”

“Y/N” Spock spoke, grounded to his spot as Jim nudged you.

“Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?”

“Sing” Jim whispered under his breath.

You sighed and the next parts came out with some tune “Your touch, magnetizing, feels like I am floating. Leaves my body glowing.” the following lines came out rushed and you took a break.

“Properly now.” Jim encouraged.

“Y/N please-” came Spocks voice as he took a step towards you. 

“Kiss me, ki-ki kiss me. Infect me with your lovin’ fill me with your poison. Take me, ta-ta-take me. Wanna be your victim ready for abduction. Boy, you’re an alien. Your touch, so foreign It’s supernatural. Extraterrestrial.” you quickly turned to Jim “Happy now?”

“The whole song-”

“I’m not singing the whole song Jim that’s ridiculous. I think you’ve made me get my point across alright?” 

“And what point would that be Captain?” Spock questioned Jim directly.

“Come on Spock, think about the words. What do you think she’s trying to tell you?”

“Was this your scheme to get Y/N to tell me that she finds me attractive?”

“Well… Yes it was.” he moved his hand to the back of his neck and looked at you.

“Did it ever occur to you that I may already know this?”

“You- Then why would you pass up the opportunity?” you watch Jim sweat under the pressure.

“Did you consider in any way that Y/N and I may be in a relationship at present?”

“You’re what?” the man looked between the two of you “Impossible. Actually impossible. Why would Y/N have been so scared to come here and sing?”

“We were keeping it a secret” you pitched in “We didn’t want everyone to know right away. Plus I was so embarrassed. I don’t like singing in front of people.The whole situation was just awkward.” you made a gesture to the room.

“I take your point but really? You weren’t going to tell me?”

Spock came to stand beside you as you spoke “We were going to tell you at the game night on Saturday.”

“We thought it would be best to tell everyone at the same time. Before we go on shore leave. To give you all time to digest the information.”

Jim nodded “Right.” he hesitated for a second “So I’m not allowed to tell anyone before Saturday?”

You shook your head “we’d prefer it if you didn’t”

“So I won’t get the joy of telling everyone I got the two of you together.”

You beamed with a smile “No Jim, no you won’t. But you can keep that little narrative in your head if that makes you happier.”

“That I will.” he smiled. He gave the two of you one last look and you could see a gleam in his eyes. “I should leave the two of you love birds to it.” turning on his heels he quickly left. You heard him clap his hands together and laugh as he moved through the doorway “perfect just perfect.” 

As the door closed behind him you wrapped your arm around Spock and gave him a side hug. “I’m sorry. Jim insisted.”

“It was probably for the best. He may have combust if he found out with the others on Saturday.”

“You’re not wrong there.” breaking away from the hug you straightened out your uniform. “I’ll catch you later, I should probably get back to work.”

“I await your return.” he watched as you walked out of his quarters and he could feel his eyes expression soften in admiration.

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The Interview [K. Hammett]

pairings: kirk hammett/female! reader

warning/s: smut, inappropriate language. MINORS DNI

-request via message of the reader interviewing kirk! (REQUESTS OPEN)

5:00 AM

That’s what the clock read as I blinked my eyes groggily. My body was still numb from sleep. The hours rushed by so fast it was as if I never slept.

“God, I have an interview.”  I thought as I rose from the soft duvet and headed toward the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I glanced at my apartment windows noticing the still dark sky. As the coffee maker softly hummed in the background, I pulled out my papers to look back into the history of the band I would interview later on.

METALLICA

That’s what was written as the headliner of the article I was reading in huge bold text.

Hopping into the shower I was rehearsing my questions, I had none prepared. That was the point of our brand. We intend to make things come up naturally and we invest on making sure we knew who we were talking to flat out.

“Should I look up a photo of them?” ... Shaking my head, I thought an element of surprise would be good.

After the shower I hurriedly rushed to my closet. “Should I dress in black? I mean- they’re a metal band. Am I supposed to look the part?” All these questions rushed in. I really should have prepared more the day before. I pulled out some black button long sleeves and some denim shorts with a black studded belt.

Downing the coffee in one go, I grabbed the keys of my car and rushed to the venue. It was in some room of the arena they were performing in. Call time was at 7:00 and it’s already 6:48.

Parking was easy, the lot was huge. I found myself running to the arena and into a hallway. Stopping at a door with 1507 written at the front.

I took a deep breath in and entered. The crew was in already. 2 guys named Michael and Jim. 

As soon as I walked in Jim (the cameraman) hit record. 

Only one guy was sitting on the chair, I looked back at Michael in confusion as he just nodded at me to go on. 

“Oh, um hi-” I extended my hand over the table as I took a seat down in front of him.

“Kirk. Kirk Hammett. Yeah, it’s just me, the guys are still sleeping.” He laughed softly as he shook my hand.

“Yeah sure, that’ll be fine. We could start the one-on-one interview now if you’d like?”

“Oh for sure yeah, you guys are the Ride or Die people, right? How does this work?” He looked at me with intent as I waved off Jim to stop filming.

“Yup that’s us. Basically, we ask general questions. Some fan questions that could get a liiitle too personal can come up and you have to answer honestly. That’s our whole gig.” He nodded, his mouth making a small “o”. 

“This’ll be interesting for sure. Never expected a cute girl from a name like Ride or Die actually.” His comment made me heat up; I mean. This man was gorgeous, he had such nice curls and an adorable smile. There was so much I wanted to-

“Hey. Are we starting?” Jim interrupted my thoughts as Kirk looked back at me, amused.

“Ah yeah- sorry. Start rolling.” He hit the record button as I once again extended my hand to the guitarist.

“(Y/N)”

“Pretty name, I’m uh. Kirk.” He grinned at the camera almost awkwardly.

“Renowned guitarist of Metallica. Wow it truly is an honor. How are you doing today, Kirk?”

“Haven’t had breakfast, the boys are sleeping, it’s 7:00 AM. I’m pretty good.” We both shared a laugh as we finished up some questions on the album, the band’s touring and his thoughts on the city.

“Now for the fun part. Fan questions. I’ve gathered some questions they are dying to know.” I enunciated the ‘dying’, watching him suddenly turn to stifle a small laugh.

“I’m kinda scared to be honest. They could get a little crazy.”

“You’ll be fine! This one is from Kacey, and she wants to know what your type in groupies are.” I cocked a brow at his furrowed ones.

“Wow. This one’ll need some deep thought.” He looked up as if he was reflecting. 

“Probably someone like her.” He nodded at me as I held my chest in pretend shock.

“I look like a groupie?” 

“You’d look good as one.” It was Michael's turn to chuckle as the camera whipped to him and I shot him a look.

“Who was the last person you had in bed?” I continued.

“Jesus. At least get me some breakfast first, wow.” He rubbed his face in embarrassment as he went on “Come with me and it could be you.” 

“God I would.” 

“What was that?” He shot me a look as if in shock.

“Huh?”

“You said you would. You’ve got some honesty there Ms. Interviewer.” He leaned in my direction as I mouthed a “cut that out” to Michael, who just rolled his eyes at me.

“This is the last question.” I stated as he clasped his hands together, awaiting.

“What place do you want to visit most?”

“Back to serious ones huh. Hawaii. It just looks so relaxing y’know.” 

“Well. Thanks Kirk. That’s all.” I glanced back at the 2 men who hurriedly sorted their gear back into place.

“Yeah, the rest of the band probably isn’t going to wake up any sooner.” Kirk called out to me as I rose from my seat to leave.

“Ah yeah that’s fine. I could come back some other time.” I put the notes I had back in my bag.

“I was serious by the way. I think you’re gorgeous.” My heart was suddenly pounding, I looked back to see both Jim and Michael gone. 

“Thanks, Kirk. You look goo..d” I mentally face palmed. I was dead nervous, and it was more than obvious.

“I don’t bite (Y/N). Come here.” He rose from the seat and approached me. He was taller, by some inches. He smelled like tobacco and a few hints of spearmint. 

“I’m sure you don’t.” I backed up toward a couch just at the end of the room.

“Relax. I’ll take care of you. Sit down.” He motioned toward the couch as he knelt on the ground. 

“Tell me. Do you want this?” 

Only a sicko wouldn’t want this. He was knelt before me and I just wanted to scream. “Yes please.” He grabbed my calves from the bottom as he softly trailed them on top of my knees. “Remove your shorts.” Quickly removing my belt, I looked away in embarrassment, I was still wearing my underwear and I was already flustered. Christ. “Pink panties? Thanks for dressing up for the interview I guess.” Kirk grinned, his fingers clasping at both sides and dragging the underwear down.

“Hey. I could stop anytime.” His brown eyes bore into mine as I shook my head with a clear no.

His rough hands caressed my thighs, opening my legs further. “You’re so wet already.” He dragged a finger down my slit and back up. Resting a hand on my stomach he licked a stripe and gave a coy smile at my flustered face. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was almost a whisper as the pounding in my ears increased. 

He stood up and leaned toward me to give a kiss, his lips were soft and wet and strangely tasted like mint. Grabbing my waist, he sat next to me and pulled me up to his lap as he continued to feather my neck with small kisses. 

I lifted my hips as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, he raised his hand to gather the slick from my cunt and pumped himself, his breath hitching.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.” I breathed out as he gently placed both his hands on my hips and lowered my body to his tip. “Fuck.” He moaned out, stretching me as I whined at the foreign feeling. My eyes squeezed shut while he whispered reassuring words, dragging his other hand on the back of my head and pulling me closer. 

“It’s alright sweet girl, move when you’re ready.”

I rested my head on his shoulder as I raised my hips up slightly and started moving at a slow pace. Gaining the courage as I got used to the pressure, he met my bounces with a hard thrust each time. I moved my head up to look at him. His hair stuck at the sweat of his forehead and his blown eyes focused on his cock pounding my cunt. 

He flipped me over and was now on top, still pounding, chasing his high. My legs were over his arms now as I gasped at the new position. Placing his thumb on my clit, he rubbed small circles, his jaw slack. My eyebrows furrow as I feel my orgasm rushing. “C’mon, baby.” He leaned to kiss me again, suppressing my soft moans. 

“Fuck, Kirk. I’m close.” My eyes started to tear up as his pace quickened. He’s hitting my sweet spot over and over as I choked a moan and felt my body tense and slacken at my release. 

“Your pussy feels so fucking good. I’m close, baby.” He rambled as he rammed into me, and I felt him fill me up after his thrusts.

He pulled out as I swallowed at the feeling of loss. He knelt in front of me between my legs and laid his head on my stomach, breathless.

“Wanna interview me again sometime?” He looked up with the same cheeky grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

[hsavinien]

Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by @wheremermaidsdwell

tagging @asparklethatisblue, @degenezijde, @hyenabeanz if you want to.

How many works do you have on ao3?

441. 183 of those are The Owl House because I have a problem.

What’s your total word count?

360,262 (ish). Some co-written, so not all my words.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Silver is the Moon (Old Guard, Joe/Nicky)

Calling Across the Sea (Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley)

Remedy (ST: AOS, Kirk/McCoy)

Teasing Means We Love You, Irritation Means You're Still Alive (Old Guard, team fluff)

Such Simple Trials (MCU, Bucky/Steve/Peggy)

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Always! I appreciate them so much!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Coupla Owl House ones. Maybe Raine captured by Kikimora: Leashed, or Camila and "her daughter's" changed behavior: Changeling.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Ehhh... A lot? Like. So many? "We saved the world and got back together and find each other wildly attractive, let's fuck about it!" is not an uncommon theme for me. New Morning Dawning (Raine/Eda) is fun.

Do you write crossovers?

Occasionally. I've done a few Good Omens ones:

We Must Bear Witness (GO/Tolkien, female maiar Aziraphale & Crowley, fusion)

Knightly Virtues are a Pain (GO/Arthuriana, female Aziraphale & Crowley, fusion)

Østenfor engelen og vestenfor demonen (GO/East of the Sun, West of the Moon, female Aziraphale & Crowley, fusion)

Out of Ambit (GO/Discworld, male Aziraphale & female Crowley, isekai)

A Holmes/Doctor Who drabble: A Loose End (Ninth Doctor & SH minor character)

A HP/Justice League Intl. remix for an exchange and a Girl Genius/Marvel comics one for my own joy: Nadia Not-Heterodyne and the Spark Girls (Jaeger OC & Nadia Van Dyne)

An Owl House/ST: TNG fic: Away Mission (King & Tasha & Deanna).

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, but I did get a self-identified aro person telling me I was doing romance wrong while having me blocked so I couldn't respond without logging out of my account to respond to a comment on my own fic. That person's comments no longer appear on my stories.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeeeeep. What kind, like...genders? Species? Yes.

M/M, M/F (occasionally), F/F, F/Nonbinary, M/Nonbinary, Nonbinary/Nonbinary, Multi. Monsterfucking. Some bondage. Angsty masturbation.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep! With @intosnarkness: And mony a canty day, Jim, We've had wi' ane anither (ST: AOS, Kirk/Scott)

and @hyenabeanz: Eda's Reprise (Be Refreshed, and Be Well) (Owl House, Eda/Raine)

Also 10 years and thousands (millions?) of messages of epistolary RP.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Aging antifascist queers. Raine/Eda, Joe/Nicky, Baze/Chirrut.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I'm GONNA. I'll figure it out! I ONCE tried posting a WIP in hopes that it would make the words come out and it did NOT but I'm going to figure it out eventually! Hyenabeanz helped me figure out what the overarching theme is, so I do in fact have a general direction now. It's already the longest thing I've ever written.

Threads Binding a Wide Universe (Old Guard future fic, sci fi team adventure with new immortals)

What are your writing strengths?

Emotion and worldbuilding. Precision with words.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Sustained plot is hard.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I use it very occasionally and provide translations in a footnote if I don't think readers will be able to figure it out from context.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Good Omens. Long time community member on LJ. Counterpoint (Aziraphale & Crowley, the Arrangement)

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Ehhh. Might eventually write for MXTX, but no ideas have really jumped out at me.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

Again this question... Today, let's say I am very proud of A Reflection Bereft, Not Dark (Old Guard, Joe/Nicky, parallel universes).

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My favorite people/characters to write for are: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Dwayne and Paul from TLB, Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil, Mick Mars, Tom Keifer, Eric Brittingham but I of course love to write for the other people listed below 🩷

Who/what I write for:

Bands/rockstars/solo artists:

Motley Crue (all members)

Tom Keifer

Eric Brittingham

Guns N Roses (all members)

Blackie Lawless

Kirk Hammett

James Hetfield

Courtney Love

Kurt Cobain

Dave Grohl

Elvis Presley

Joan Jett

Lita Ford

Bret Michaels

Jani Lane

Stephen Pearcy

Robin Crosby

Sebastian Bach

Peter Steele

Kenny Hickey

Josh Silver

Dave Mustaine

Chelsea Wolfe

Chappell Roan

Lana Del Rey

Hozier

Victoria De Angelis

Jim Morrison

George Harrison

Paul McCartney

Olivia Rodrigo

Celebrities:

Actors of the marvel characters I write for (so, Scarlett, Hailee, Lizzie, Sebastian, etc.)

Pamela Anderson

Cindy Crawford

Michael B Jordan

Billy Wirth

Johnny Depp

Jenna Ortega

Marvel men:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield only)

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Marvel women:

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Carol Danvers

Valkyrie

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

Kamala Kahn (Platonic only)

Peggy Carter

Felicia Hardy

Daisy Jones and The Six:

Daisy Jones

Billy Dunne

Karen Sirko

Warren Rojas/Rhodes

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

The Lost Boys:

Paul

Dwayne

Star

DCEU:

Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie)

Misc characters:

Elaine Parks (The Love Witch 2016)

Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark

Nancy Downs (The Craft 1996)

Gloria (Modern Family)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Ken (Barbie 2023)

Count Dracula (Dracula 1931)

Edward/Master Gracey (Haunted Mansion 2003)

Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body 2009)

Tiffany Valentine (Bride Of Chucky 1998)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates of The Caribbean)

Topics/prompts I DON’T write about:

Nothing to do with animals or pedophilia (innocent/slightly infantilized!reader is ok as long as she’s an adult)

Rape (I do write some dubcon/cnc fics though but no violent rape or anything like that)

Dom!Reader (because I mainly write these fics from my perspective and fantasies, I prefer to write a sub reader because I put myself in y/ns shoes when I write and I am a submissive person myself)

Age regression/play (sometimes I have ddlg undertones in my fics, but I don’t do straight up age play. I prefer to call it subspace.)

Piss kink

Scat

Switch!reader

Suicide (whether that be self harm or the act itself)

Body image/EDs/Body insecurities

G!PReader

Angst without a happy ending

Male reader (female reader only)

OCs (I do not write for any original characters that aren’t mine or reader with a face claim)

Male on male sex. I will write MMF threesomes though

Anything like really abusive where characters get permanently/extremely harmed if you want gore this is not the place for that

Anyways, my requests are always open, so ask away! Also just because my requests are open does not mean I’m going to do your request. It is a request not a demand <3 sometimes I simply just don’t want to write a prompt cause I don’t like it or whatever

[special-agent-fiction]

Masterlist

All fics are under the cut

Star Trek (2009)

Seasons of Us (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Just a look through the seasons of yours and Jim’s life together in Iowa (pre-Starfleet).  One-Shot

The View (Jim Kirk x Reader)

The reader is totally in love with the view from their window and Jim can’t quite understand why.  One-Shot

Fragments of You (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Jim’s having trouble after the events of ‘Into Darkness’ and honestly, everyone else is still really freaked out over the fact that he died. Everyone but you that is. You’re helping him through it all.  One-Shot

New Rules(Jim Kirk x Female Reader)

You didn’t ask for their help. In fact, you actively declined their input into the situation but Uhura scares you and Bones has a kick-ass stare and suddenly you’re letting them come up with a list of rules for how to live your life without falling head-over-heels in love with Jim Kirk. One-Shot

Part 1

Part 2

How To Save A Life (Spock x Reader)

Emotional outbursts are dangerous to Vulcan’s who spend their lives bottling everything up and Spock is an expert at the art of stoicism. Reader is a Starfleet therapist tasked with helping him post-Khan and ‘Into Darkness’.  One-Shot

Ex Astris, Scientia  (Spock x Reader)

Written for a request -  “Hi can you do story (long please) about reader being depressed and insecure and Spock finding out and comforting reader…”  One-Shot

The Hobbit

The Promise (Thorin Oakenshield x OFC)

Taken in by the Durin’s when she was a child, Eleonóra has lived through it all; the glory of Erebor, Smaug, the journey to Erid Luin and now a Quest to reclaim the hallowed halls stolen from them so many years ago. With a promise to fulfill she will do anything to keep her boys, all of them, safe from whatever lies ahead on the road to their lost homeland.

Chapter One - The Glory of Erebor

Chapter Two - A Fire Drake from the North

Chapter Three - Gundabad Orcs and Hallowed Halls

Chapter Four - A Changed Face

Chapter Five - Women’s Work

Chapter Six - The New Normal

Chapter Seven - Mahal Giveth and Mahal Taketh Away

Chapter Eight - New Beginnings (Again)

Chapter Nine - Snapshots of Life

Chapter Ten - Reflections

Chapter Eleven - The Head of an Empty Table

Chapter Twelve - A Chance Encounter

Chapter Thirteen - Coming Soon

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Duo (Napoleon Solo x OFC)

CIA Agent Napoleon Solo only allowed two people in the whole world to use his first name, both were female and one was his mother, bless her soul. The other? Well that’s confidential…or at least it was.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen (Final Chapter)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Hoist The Colours (Jack Sparrow x OFC)

One-Shot, Prequel to COTBP The plan had been to sail the Caribbean together until they the deck of their beloved Wicked Wench splintered beneath their feet from old age. But the Wench had splintered early and now Jack was out for blood; he’d summon the Pirate Lords himself if it meant getting Her out of Beckett’s clutches and back at his side, where she belonged.

[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

Laughing and Knitting - Jim Kirk (AOS) x Plussize!Reader

Summary: You have the biggest crush on Jim but he doesn’t seem to feel the same. After years of having no contact, you see him again.

Request by: @morganofthecoves1 “Hello! Would it be possible for you to do a Kirk (aos) X plus size reader??? If so could you do like a super fluffy image/one shot where Jim and the reader went to the academy together and sat next to each other in one of their classes. They became fast friends, Jim acting like a dork around the reader, always hugging her and telling jokes to make her laugh. Maybe they don't see each other for a long time and then the reader starts to work on the Enterprise. Anything really. Thanks” --> I hope you like it! Enjoy <3

A/N: I forgot how much I love writing Star Trek imagines! This was so much fun!

Words: 2853 Pairing: Jim Kirk (AOS) x plussize!Reader Warnings: fluff fluff fluff and some insecurities

„James Tiberius Kirk, late as always.”

You looked up from your notes when the seminar got so suddenly interrupted. Your professor leaned against his table, arms crossed, a disappointed – yet not surprised – look in his eyes as he stared at Kirk who had just tried to sneak into the room.

Your classmates gave each other amused looks, some chuckled. This happened at least twice a week.

The blonde cadet let go of the door handle and slipped into the room. “Would you believe me if I told you –“

“No,” the professor interrupted him. “No, I would not. Now sit down. There are some people left in this class who take their education seriously. Even though you are sadly not one of them.”

“I’m very serious about my education, Professor,” Kirk replied with his usual smile on his lips and walked towards one of his friends who was sitting in the first row and looked just as disappointed at him than the professor did. Was it Coy? McCoy? You were sure that you had spoken to the man before but couldn’t quite remember his name. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have skipped my morning shower and my breakfast to get to your class, right?”

Some people laughed, you rolled your eyes. It was almost a miracle that Kirk was still allowed to attend Starfleet Academy.

“In that case you can stay right there,” the professor simply replied. “No shower equals no place in the first row,”

Right there meant your row, you realized when Jim turned towards you – and even worse, it meant next to you. Oh god.

James or how his friends called him, Jim, Kirk started attending Starfleet Academy the same year you did. You had noticed him already on the first evening when he boasted to everyone who would listen that he would be Captain of a Starship in only three years. Granted, this happened after five beers in a student bar in downtown San Francisco. Nevertheless, the arrogance of this guy made you hate him. There were other people, people like you, who had studied hard to get into this program and someone like him just showed up and got accepted? It made you furious. 

Those feelings didn’t last very long however. In fact, the anger turned into a full-size crush pretty soon. After a few weeks you got to see his other side – his funny, charming, always-a-smile-on-his-lips side. He still annoyed the shit out of you, don’t be mistaken, yet you couldn’t help but laugh when he cracked another one of his jokes in class.

Kirk was fully aware of his effect on women. At least, it always seemed that way. So his reputation was quickly established. He flirted shamelessly, changing his girlfriends faster than his underwear. It was one reason why you never acted on your feelings and preferred to watch him from afar, being content with your daydreams staying daydreams. The other reason was your fear of rejection. Kirk would never go for a woman like you. Not because of your looks – your rolls and curves weren’t making you less attractive. Quite the opposite actually, you knew how to flaunt them. Feeling comfortable in your body was something you had worked hard for and one man’s opinion wasn’t going to destroy that. No, the women he dated or even just hooked up with were … fierce. They were exciting and knew what they wanted. You couldn’t keep up with that and were convinced that men like Jim Kirk didn’t notice you. You simply flew under their radar.

“May I sit here?”

You flinched and nearly dropped your pen at the sound of his voice. “Yeah, sure.”

Kirk didn’t move. After two seconds passed you looked up at him, a confused look on your face. He furrowed his brows when you didn’t react and the confusion grew. Then he finally bent down, grabbing your jacket that was still on the chair next to you and handed it to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Your face grew hot and you quickly tucked the jacked away in your backpack.

“Don’t worry,” he sounded friendly and you were sure he was smiling again. However, you were still embarrassed and kept your gaze focused on the presentation the professor presented to the class. “I’m Jim,” he continued.

“I know,” you mumbled and instantly regretted it. Why was your brain not able to come up with proper responses?!

Jim chuckled. “Of course you do. My name just got announced to everyone.”

Sure, that was the reason.

You cleared your throat and finally turned your head. Leaning against the back of the chair, legs spread out, he seemed more than comfortable. He looked directly at you as if he was waiting for you to say something. “I’m Y/N,” you finally introduced yourself.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Jim held out his hand with a big grin.

You let out a nervous breath of air, concealing it with a soft chuckle, before you shook it. “Nice to meet you, Jim.”

 ***

 Two days later …

It was raining like someone was emptying buckets outside. You sprinted the whole way from your dorm to your classroom and practically fell into your chair, completely out of breath and soaking wet.

“Rough morning?”

To your surprise, Jim was already sitting next to you. You looked at your watch. Were you late? No. “You’re early,” you stated.

He shrugged. “I’m always one for surprises.”

“Did you miss your shower again?” You asked when you got out of your jacket. 

“What?”

“No shower equals no place in the first row,” you quoted your professors and used the sleeve of your pullover to wipe away the raindrops from your face.

“Oh!” Jim exclaimed and laughed. “No, no. I just like the view I have from here.” He winked at you.

You blushed and quickly bent down to rummage through your backpack so he wouldn’t notice it. The last time he sat next to you, the two of you hardly spoke. You were too nervous and didn’t know what to say. He occasionally commented on the lecture and caused you to laugh at the most impossible times but nothing more happened. You thought that was it. Your one chance to talk to him, to act on your crush and you were too shy to do so.

Apparently that was not it.

“Your scarf is great.”

“What?” You looked up at him, thinking you misheard.

Jim pointed at your neck. “Your scarf. Did you make it?”

“Oh,” you felt your cheeks growing hot again not sure if he was joking or not. You had knitted the scarf last year when you visited your parents home and were quite proud of it. “Yes, actually. I sometimes … make things.” You made things? Damn, your ability to articulate yourself was on point today. 

“It looks great, seriously.”

“Thanks,” you smiled softly. 

Then the door opened and your professor strutted in, a cup of coffee in his hands. “Good morning everyone!”

 ***

 Two weeks later …

“What’s that?” Jim asked when he sat down, curiously eyeing the package on his table.

You shrugged, playing dumb. “Who knows. Open it and see for yourself.”

You barely finished your sentence when he ripped it open. “No way!” He exclaimed so loudly that two students in front of you flinched. “That’s so cool!”

You smiled widely as you watched him pull out the scarf. It looked similar to yours, except for the darker color.

“You made that?” He asked you and put it on immediately.

You nodded, feeling flattered.

“Thank you!” It sounded so sincere and he looked so happy, you were taken a little aback by it. All of a sudden, he leaned in and pulled you into a tight hug. “No one ever made anything for me.”

 ***

 From this point on, the friendship between the two of you developed quickly. Soon you sat together in almost every class. You met up for lunch and study sessions. He crashed on the floor in your dorm more than once when was locked out of his room again and even had dinner with your parents when they came to visit you once.

Of course, nothing more happened. As you had suspected – men like Jim Kirk didn’t go for women like you. He never made a move, never gave you any clue that he was interested in you. So you didn’t say anything either. You stayed quiet, enjoying his company and his stories that never failed to make you laugh. The feelings didn’t go away, no. If anything, they grew stronger with every day you saw him and he pulled you into a tight hug. Jim was extremely touchy – hugs, grabbing your arms, touching your hair, it was all a normal part of being his friend. You didn’t mind though. Quite the contrary.

Your friends declared you crazy after a few months. “How do you put up with this?” or “Do you enjoy suffering?” or “Doesn’t it make you feel miserable?” were common questions. You didn’t have answers to any of them. Being around Jim never made you feel miserable. Of course, you sometimes wished you were brave enough to ask him out, to make a move. You dreamed about him realizing that you were more than just a friend to him and confessing his love to you.

It never happened though and you respected it. So you kept quiet and enjoyed the friendship between the two of you. If this was all he could offer you then you gladly took it.

 ***

 Three years later …

It was your first day on the Enterprise. You walked into your room, tired, exhausted, happier than ever. You still couldn’t believe it. When you received the call and they told you that you’ve been accepted, you were convinced it was a prank call. It wasn’t. Starfleet wanted you to transfer to the Enterprise, the most prestigious ship in the entire fleet. It was by far your proudest moment in your career.

After you changed out of your uniform and into something more comfortable, you fell onto your bed, sinking into the soft pillows. As you let the day pass by in your mind once more, you smiled. The crew had been great, welcoming you with open arms. You already loved your job and were excited to officially start the next day.

Would he you see him tomorrow? The thought crossed your mind all of a sudden and you opened your eyes, staring at the ceiling. You knew he was the Captain of the ship. Everyone knew. After all, he was the first one to become Captain in only three years. Oh, how loudly you had laughed when you heard about it in the news. No one believed him on his first day and he did it anyways.

However, Jim and you had fallen out of contact shortly after that faithful day when the Romulans attacked Vulcan. He got promoted quickly afterwards and his life turned into this adventure you didn’t seem to have a place in it. It hurt. Even now, you flinched when you thought about it.

You sat up when you suddenly heard two short knocks on the door. “Come in,” you called out and got up from the bed.

When the door opened, your heart skipped a beat.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you.” There he was. Captain James T. Kirk in the flesh, wearing his golden Starfleet uniform, his hands crossed behind his back, his signature smirk on his lips.

“Jim!” You exclaimed before remembering who he was and quickly clearing your throat. “I mean … Captain.” He looked like the Jim Kirk you knew but at the same time he didn’t. Something about him had changed. He seemed more sure of himself, his composure, the way he spoke – he had matured. It was an almost scary sight.

Jim rolled his eyes. “Please, I’m still Jim to you.” Stepping towards you he continued: “I knew, I recognized that name when Spock told me about our new crew members. It’s so good to see you again, Y/N!” He opened his arms but then paused for a moment. “May I hug you?”

You stared at him. “Yes, yes, of course, Jim!” You finally replied and walked towards him.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You breathed in his familiar scent and closed your eyes. It had been so long. Too long. “I missed you,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“Same here,” he whispered.

You laughed. “Yeah, right.”

Jim pulled back at your reaction. “You don’t believe me?” He asked, his brows furrowed.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “You’ve been so busy I don’t think you had time to miss me that much. At least it seemed that way since you never called or anything.”

He lowered his gaze, a painful look on his face. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” his apology sounded sincere. It wasn’t good enough for you though. “I really am. I meant to call but …”

“Then why didn’t you?”, you interrupted Jim, trying not to sound too heartbroken about it which seemed almost impossible. “I tried to reach you but you never replied.”

“I know,” he sighed. “Honestly I thought it was the perfect opportunity to get some space.”

Ouch. That hurt even more. Space? Why did he need space? Had your friendship been more one-sided than you realized? “Space?” You asked. “What do you mean?”

Finally, he looked at you. He raised his eyebrows as if he didn’t believe what you just said. “Oh, come on, Y/N. As if you don’t know what I mean.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?!” You shook your head, growing more and more annoyed by the second.

Jim scoffed before blurting out: “I had the biggest possible crush on you from the day I sat down next to you in class!”

The words felt like a punch in the gut. They left you breathless and your brain wasn’t able to understand the true meaning behind them for a few seconds. “What?! You … what?” You stammered.

“Yeah! I was so in love with you!”, Jim repeated himself and grabbed your hands, holding them tightly. “As if you didn’t notice. Leonard – Dr. McCoy – he still makes fun of my behavior back then. I was hopelessly in love with you.” He let out a short laugh when he thought back.

No words came from your mouth. You were speechless. Confused you looked back and forth between his face and your hand that was resting in his.

Jim watched you. And then – it dawned on him. “Wait, you really didn’t know?”

You just stared at him.

“Oh.” Something happened that you never thought possible: Jim Kirk blushed. “Well, this is embarrassing.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked softly. All of this felt like a dream. Working on the Enterprise, Jim Kirk confessing his feelings for after so many years – you expected to wake up any second now.

Jim shrugged. “You didn’t seem interested. And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“What?”

A big grin suddenly appeared on your face and before you knew it, you started laughing. “Oh, Jim,” you managed to get out, grabbing your waist while giggling like a schoolgirl. “We’re both such idiots.”

Jim looked at you confusedly. Had you lost your mind completely now? Then he started to realize. Oh no. “Wait…”

You raised an eyebrow, still grinning like an idiot.

“Please, don’t tell me you felt the same,” Jim groaned.

You nodded and the both of you started laughing again.

“Unbelievable…”, Jim exclaimed after a few seconds. “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

It was your turn to shrug this time. “I don’t know. Same reason, I guess. I thought you weren’t interested and didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

Jim let out a long sigh. “I don’t believe it. How did we miss that?!”

“I have no idea,” you mumbled. “We wasted so much time.”

For a while no one said a word. It was just you and him, standing in the middle of your room, holding hands, looking at each other. It seemed too good to be true and you never wanted this moment to end.

“Do you still feel the same?” Jim finally asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Do you?”

He didn’t reply, instead his gaze wandered down to your lips. “May I …?”

“Yes,” you whispered, a shudder running down your spine. “You may.”

Jim Kirk leaned forwards, gently cupping your cheek with his hand, as his lips locked with yours – and in that moment, everything you ever wanted became true. The kiss was soft and slow, loving and longing. You never wanted it to end.

When it did end, you sighed.

Jim smiled at you. “I still have the scarf, you know.”

You chuckled. “Oh, really? Well, I can make you a new one now. I’m much better at knitting now.

“No,” he shook his head. “I want to keep it. You made it for me.”

***

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Mr. April (Jim Kirk x Fem! Reader)

“Can you smell something burning? Cause those hunks are smoking hot!!” 

Your roommate Sara feigned fanning herself as the two of you examined the fire department’s fundraising calendar, filled with pictures of attractive men in various stages of half-dress. She’d picked up a couple copies and insisted on giving you one, despite your protests. 

Having seen the pictures, however, you were inclined to agree with her, especially because of the gorgeous person in the picture for April. He was certainly fit, bare chest on full display, and had unusually bright blue eyes and just a touch of a smirk on his handsome face. 

You swallowed hard. 

“See what I mean?” Sara smirked. “Go ahead. Take one. You’ll get no judgments here. Get a load of the hot brunette on September. He’s MY dream man.”

You huffed, but accepted the offered calendar and plopped it in your top dresser drawer for later. You had lessons to prepare for your group of second graders and knew if you opened that thing now, you’d probably never get them done. With a sigh, you started prepping, hoping tomorrow wouldn’t be chaotic for once.

Of course, you’d completely managed to forget the yearly fire safety visit just so happened to be tomorrow, so when the principle reminded you, you had to scramble to rearrange the order of events.   The kids were very excited and had a tough time concentrating on their lessons and your mind wandered briefly as well, wondering if any of the hunks from the calendar would be coming. 

You were just finishing up the spelling lesson when the knock came at the door and principle Archer brought in two firefighters in full gear.

There were gasps and excited whisperings from the kids when they recognized the visitors. You were prepared for their enthusiasm, but you weren’t prepared for the electric shock you felt when a gorgeous pair of eyes looked into yours. Where had you seen eyes that pretty before? 

Oh, right: Mr. April. What were the odds? You stifled a groan and plastered on a bright smile as the men approached you. 

“Y/N, this is Jim Kirk and Spock, two of San Francisco’s finest,” the principal introduced. “They’ve graciously agreed to talk to the class about fire safety and their jobs today.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/N,” Blue Eyes said. “Thank you for having us.” 

“Thank you for coming,” you managed to get out through your suddenly dry throat. Kirk was even more stunningly gorgeous in person and You wondered if he was the type who knew it all too well. 

Nevertheless, he was great with his presentation and had the children very interested as he and Mr. Spock demonstrated fire safety and prevention. 

At one point, he locked eyes with you and smiled, causing your cheeks to heat and heart to skip.

“Stop acting like a teenager!” You mentally scolded yourself. “You’re better than this.” 

Or maybe not. 

They stayed around to take questions from the kids, many of whom were very eager to ply their heroes with their thoughts. You were even more charmed by the way Jim Kirk playfully interacted with the kids and answered all their questions as thoroughly as he could. 

All too soon, it was time for them to go and the good-byes and requests for return visits were plentiful. You thanked the firemen profusely as they prepared to leave. Mr. Spock was a man of few words, but Jim shook your hand and complimented you on your well-run classroom.

Oooh. That smile. This man was a menace, you thought, doing your best to hide the attraction you were feeling. 

“Have a good day and stay safe, Ms. Y/L/N,” Jim said on his way out the door.

“The same to you, Mr. Apr—I mean, Mr. Kirk.” Your face turned beet red as you realized what you’d said, but the door had already closed behind him and you had to take a few deep breaths to collect yourself before you turned back to the kids. 

After work, you confessed the whole episode to Sara, who was tactful enough to not laugh at your faux pax. 

“How did he react?” she asked. “I hope he at least wasn’t a jerk about it.”

“I don’t know, because I didn’t look at him again,” you admitted. “They were pretty much out the door at that point, thank goodness. I hope I never see him again.”

“Aww, you don’t mean that,” Sara soothed. “He might not have even noticed. But tell me, was Mr. September with him? And did you get his autograph?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her eagerness. 

“Sadly, no. The other one was named Mr. Spock. He had a bowl cut and was a little stiff.”

“Hmmmm, that sounds like Mr. January. He had impressive chest hair if I remember right.” 

Sara ran off to consult the calendar again and you took refuge in your room, trying your best to banish your embarrassing moment and Jim’s stupidly gorgeous smile from your mind. 

Jim told his buddy Leonard “Bones” McCoy about the school visit and how he wished he could have managed to get your number.

“Got a crush, kid?” Bones replied amusedly as he checked his medical supply inventory in the ambulance. 

“Yeah,” Jim admitted. “And I think she does, too, given the way she was looking at me and accidentally called me Mr. April. It was too cute.”

“Those damned fool calendars,” Bones muttered, “Some of us don’t enjoy being hit on left, right, and center.” 

“It made a boatload of money, though,” Jim reminded him. “And I can’t blame them. Your photo was very sexy.”

“Shut up, Jim.” Bones growled, disappearing into the ambulance again. “I’ll be sure to send all my admirers your way.”

Jim hadn’t expected to see you again, but he did when he was called to the scene of a bad accident a few weeks later and had to cut the driver out of their mangled car. Horror filled him when he recognized your bloody face.

You were concussed and woozy, but your spirits rose at the sight of those bright blue eyes.

“Hey, Mr. April, come to be my knight in shining armor?” you murmured with a loopy grin. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Jim replied, giving you a smirk and a wink as he assessed the situation, hiding his fear for you. 

“You are more than a pretty face,” you replied, wincing in pain. “It hurts.”

“What hurts?” Jim asked.

“Everything….” you moaned. “I hope the cops get that low down scum who ran the stop sign. What an asshole.”

“For sure,” he agreed. “Can you tell me your name?”

You managed to answer his quick questions and he withdrew and said something to a man in paramedic uniform. The getting-you-out process proved to be very tricky, but at last they managed it thanks to the jaws of life and the skills of the firemen. You heard Jim talking to someone named Scotty as well as Spock, but you were delirious with pain at this point. 

As you were lowered onto the stretcher, you recognized the paramedic.

“Mr. September!” you croaked.

“I prefer Leonard,” the man responded good naturedly. “But yes, I did pose for that ridiculous calendar because Jim blackmailed me.”

You giggled. “My roommate wants your autograph. She thinks you’re really, really hot.” 

One eyebrow went up and Jim chuckled in the background. 

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said dryly, strapping you in carefully. “Let’s get you to the hospital so you don’t bleed out on us.”

“An excellent idea,” you whispered before passing out again. 

Your injuries were not as bad as they could have been (yay, seatbelts!) but you were going to be laid up for a few weeks at last. Your roommate brought you a giant squishmallow for company and you told her how you got to see Mr. September at the scene of the accident.

She clasped her hands and sighed.

“Was he as dreamy in real life?”

“Not as dreamy as Jim, but pretty fine,” you admitted. “Please don’t stalk him.”

“I’ll try to restrain myself,” she sighed. “Who gave you those flowers? They’re stunning!”

A huge bouquet sat beside your bed. You very much appreciated its profuse colors, but couldn’t reach the tag.

“I don’t know. It’s on my bad side, so I couldn’t reach the tag.”

She quickly got up and grabbed it for you.

Y/N, 

Wishing you a speedy and complete recovery. 

They did catch the asshole who hit you, by the way.                    

                     Jim Kirk

“It’s from Mr. April,” you sighed. “I sure hope I didn’t make a fool out of myself when they were working on me. I vaguely remember flirting with him.” 

Flipping the tag over, you saw he’d written his number discreetly on the bottom. Hmmmm….. well, it appeared Jim wasn’t put off by your delirious flirting……..

“Does it say anything else?” your roommate wondered.

“Nope,” you lied shamelessly. 

Later on, once you were alone again, you picked up your phone and entered Jim’s number in, feeling very bold and daring. 

Thanks again for rescuing me, Mr. April. The flowers are gorgeous. 

You hit send before you could talk yourself out of it. 

A response came back much quicker than you could have hoped for.

You’re Welcome, Y/N. How are you doing?

Surviving on pain meds. This sucks. 

Yeah, it does. 😞  Would you be up for visitors sometime? I’m good at morale building. 

You laughed. 

I bet you are, you charmer, you. I saw how you held those kids spellbound. 

One of my few talents. 😉

I would definitely welcome visitors. Do you think you could get your buddy Leonard’s autograph for my friend, Sara. She’s crushing hard. 

Absolutely. Can I get you anything?

I’m pretty well taken care of thanks to Sara, but thanks for asking.

You’re welcome. I’ll see you soon! 

Jim ended up coming the next afternoon, bearing a very cheery smiley face balloon.

“Hi, Y/N! How’s the coolest teacher doing today?”

Your face heated a bit at his compliment.

“I don’t know about coolest, but I’m not in as much pain anymore, so I’ll take it. These ribs are gonna be a bitch to heal, though.”

Jim gave a sympathetic wince.

“Yeah. Ribs are mean like that. I’ll try not to make you laugh, but according to Bones, I’m a complete clown, so that might be a challenge.

You grinned at him. 

“Well, you’re a cute clown, at least. So tell me, Jim, how did you decide to be a firefighter?”

“That is a long and tumultuous story,” Jim said. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you reminded him dryly. 

“Well, here goes then.”

And Jim proceeded to tell the story of his wild youth and rootless existence before a wise man challenged him to do better. Jim’s charisma made his recap quite engrossing and you ended up sharing some of your story as well. 

“Did you hear me accidentally call you Mr. April in front of the kids?” you asked. “I wanted to drop through the floor.”

“I did,” Jim confirmed, grinning as you facepalmed. “It made my day. I was crushing on you hard.”

“Same,” you admitted. “Thanks for not being an ass about it.” 

“Would you be interested in going to dinner sometime once you’re feeling better?” he asked, giving you an adorable hopeful look that would have melted anyone who saw it. 

“Yes, I absolutely would,” you confirmed with a smile, heart doing a happy flutter. 

Sara did get her autograph from Mr. September and eventually there were double dates. 

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Dilemma of Love

Leonard McCoy x Kirk!reader

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A sweet new engineer captures the affections of the Enterprise’s CMO but she’s holding onto a big secret, the Captain is her big brother and he doesn’t want her dating anyone.

Warnings: suggestive content, implied smut, mentions of an abusive relationship and miscarriage, protective!Kirk, age-gap, fluff, angst, established relationship, swearing, no use of Y/N

Minors DNI

WC: 1.5k

Leonard H. “Bones” McCoy MD, is one of the most well respected doctors in the galaxy and the current CMO of the USS Enterprise but right now, as his tongue is down the throat of a young and bubbly engineer in his office, he feels like a teenager again. She moaned as he bit down on her neck, leaving a nice clean imprint of his teeth on her throat. Her hands were tangled in his hair, keeping him as close as possible to her body.

“Oh Leo, keep doing that please.” That was what he lived for, the sound of her voice completely destroyed even before he worked his magic hands down her body and to her cunt.

“Anything you want darlin’.” He smirked, going back to work on her neck, her hips bucking onto his thigh, desperate for friction.

“Bones, I need you to- What the fuck is going on here?!!?” The sound of their captain’s voice broke the pair apart and they scrambled off each other. The girl attempted to straighten out her hair while Bones was desperate trying to cover his very obvious erection. 

“Jim, how many times have I told you that you can’t come in here without knocking!”

“Really Bones, when I say that you need to get laid, I didn’t mean with my sister!” Jim threw his arms in the air, as if to prove a point.

“Your sister?” Bones looked down at the shorter girl who was now doing everything possible to avoid eye contact.

“Yes my little sister! You know the light of my life, my pride and joy!” 

See Leonard was under the impression that the girl he was playing tonsil hockey with was just a random engineer who he was quickly falling in love with and not his best friend (and commanding officer’s) darling little sister who he never shuts up about. They had first met when he called down to engineering to get someone to fix a malfunctioning biobed, he expected Scotty to come up but instead was met with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She struck him speechless as she worked on the bed, making stupid puns and giggling every time he stuttered. Before she left, she had asked him on a date, smiling widely when he blushed and agreed to meet her that night. 

He had never felt so happy with someone before, never thought he deserved someone so kind, someone who made him feel worth a damn. They worshiped each other, taking every available opportunity to rip their clothes off. Talking about everything under the sun in those moments after, their hearts still racing, sweaty chest to sweaty chest. She mentioned that she had an older brother that she really looked up to but never who he was. Bones made sure to note that when they were on shore leave next, to ask his permission to marry her. They had a wonderful two years together, just them against the galaxy. Now it seems that the Kirks are going to put him in an early grave.

Jim’s face was flushed with anger. “Well have you got an explanation for this!” Bones was about to open his mouth to give some kind of Sassy Remark ™️ back when a small voice piped up from behind him.

“I love him, Jamie.” Both men were shocked at her admission, Jim because his little sister had just admitted that she was in love with his best friend and McCoy because she had just called her brother Jamie.

“Jamie?” “Love?” They both said at the same time. 

“Break up with her.” Jim said after a beat of silence.

“No.”

“Break it off or I’m removing you from the ship.”

“You can’t fire me.”

“Yes I can, I'm the captain.”

“I don’t give a shit.” They kept arguing back and forth, bringing the girl closer and closer to tears.

“I don’t think this is appropriate behaviour from either of you, can’t you see how upset you’re making the young woman.” Spock appeared out of nowhere, grabbing her shoulders and bringing her body towards him.

“Are you fucking my sister too?” The Captain snapped and that was the last straw for his sister.

“Why are you such an asshole! I found someone who loves me for me! Who doesn’t want me to change who I am! This isn’t like David!” She turned, tears streaming down her face and ran out of sickbay. 

“Talk this out, I cannot see that either of you are fit for duty while emotionally unstable. On a side note, as both of your friends, you both love this girl very much and want what’s best for her, it is a fact that since she has commenced her relationship with Dr McCoy, both of their morals and work ethic has improved as well as work performance. If you were to separate them, I predict there would be a sharp decline in their work and mental state.” Spock turned and left the two of them, making sure the door shut behind him.

Jim slumped against the desk, rubbing his hand down his face.

“I really do love her Jim, this isn’t some random hookup, I fully intend on marrying that girl.”

“I know you’re a good guy Leonard, I just don’t like the thought of her seeing someone, especially someone in secret. When I first joined Star Fleet, she had been seeing this guy, David. I approved of him. He took care of her, he seemed like the perfect guy but he was beating her, really badly too. Mom called me a couple months after I left saying that she was beaten almost to death. She had gotten pregnant and he didn’t want the baby.” Bones’ face hardened, he knew that she had frequent nightmares, he often woke her up from them and comforted her but she never told him about what she experienced.

“The next time I saw her, she was so broken, it fucking destroyed me. This girl who was always smiling and happy was now withdrawn and silent. There wasn’t anything we could do to bring her back so I took her with me to the academy. Pike helped pay to put her through after he saw how brilliant of an engineer she was. Then when she graduated and was put on the Enterprise, she got her smile back. We kept our relationship a secret, she thought it was best, she didn’t want any special treatment for being the Captain’s little sister.”

“She’s a wonderful woman, I don’t know why she chose me but I want to spend the rest of my days worshiping her like she deserves. I would do anything for her, including staying on this god-forsaken ship.” Jim smiled softly, standing up.

“All I ask is that you take care of her. I’m sorry I reacted like that, I’m just so scared of losing her again.” He clapped Bones’ shoulder and began to walk out of the room but not before turning back and glancing at him briefly.

“You know, if you do marry her, I’ll be your brother-in-law and you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

“Goddamnit Jim.” Leo bellowed as the younger man sprinted from the room.

A knock interrupted the girl’s sobs. She wiped her nose and opened the door to her quarters.

“Jamie, I’m not breaking up with him.” Kirk chuckled.

“I know, I just wanted to tell you that I love you so much and that I’m glad you’re finally happy, even if it’s with an old grump like Bones.” She gave a watery chuckle, more tears brimming on her lashes before grabbing her brother and pulling him into a firm hug.

“I love you so much Jamie.” He cupped her jaw, giving her forehead a kiss.

“Just promise me that anytime you need me, come get me ok, I’ll drop everything for you gremlin.”

“I promise.”She kissed his cheek and sent him off, closing the door behind him. Another knock sounded as soon as she did so. She rolled her eyes and opened the door again.

“When did Spock learn that you were dating?”

“He caught us going at it in Engineering once.” She answered and swiftly shut the door again.

“What?!”

“Hey Darlin’.” Leonard stroked her cheek softly as she slept on the couch in his quarters. Her eyes fluttered open slightly.

“Hi Leo.” He leant down and kissed her cheek.

“How are ya feeling peach?” The pet name made her cheeks heat up, as it always did.

“Jamie said he was sorry and that he approves of you even if you’re ‘an old grump’.” She giggled, Leonard’s face going dark.

“He’s a menace,” He pulled her legs up, sat on the couch and let them drop across his thighs, “He told me what happened to you Darlin’. M sorry that happened. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but I’ll be here if you’re ready.” She sat up and kissed his lips gently.

“I love you Leo, so much. You’re my everything.”

“I love you more sweet girl, my guiding star.” He kissed her again and they settled in for a quiet night of holding tightly to each other. A small box sat at the back of Leo’s sock drawer, just waiting to be used and he knew that without a doubt, it would be soon.

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So Bones...?

Leonard McCoy X Female Reader

Here's a little supernatural Au for you all. I wrote it and promptly forgot about it until I started cleaning up my folders. Hope ya'll like it!

No beta so...

-H❤🖖

Your breaths came out hard as you ran. The forest floor is bouncy but harsh beneath your bare cut up feet. A sob broke out from your lips as you stumbled and fell to your knees bruising and slicing them open.

Scrambling to your feet once more you glanced over your shoulder as you took off again.

The shadow of a man in the distance getting closer spurred you on. Gasping for air now you pushed yourself just a bit further.

You were so focused on getting away from your capture that you didn't see the glowing green eyes watching you. Following you.

The woodsy terrain slowly turned harsher, more jagged, and filled with sharp stones. Yelping you skidded to a stop. Arms windmilling to keep your balance you stop just before a cliff's edge.

You stared at the murky rapidly moving river below with horrified eyes. The sound of thundering footsteps made you slowly turn around.

The man who had taken you stepped out of the dark, a wicked grin on his face. Panting slightly he licked his lips.

"Nowhere to go girly," he hissed voice harsh and full of dark promises. You stepped back to get away from him only to stop short as your feet skimmed the edge of the cliff. Gulping you clench your hands into fists, your face full of rage. Your sudden bravery made your capture chuckle.

"Feisty thing aren't yeh? Come on kid, step away from the cliff," he whispered putting honey in his voice he held out a hand.

"Fuck you," you growled hands shaking with adrenaline. The man's grin widened,

"Now that's a promise," he threatened with a glint in his muddy eyes. You shuddered feeling sick all of a sudden. Your feet brushed the edge again sending pebbles and debris tumbling into the water below.

The man stepped forward ready to grab your arm but a low growl made you both freeze. Stepping out of the treeline was a wolf, his brown fur glowed in the light of the moon. His eyes a piercing green that glinted angrily.

The wolf growled but not at you. He was only looking at the man in front of you with hackles raised. The man chuckled, raising a placating hand toward the wolf.

"Easy big fella, I'm just here for the little lady and I'll be on my way." He said keeping his voice calm and controlled. The wolf bared his teeth, not impressed by the creep talking to him.

You could have sworn that you saw the wolf roll his eyes! The creature stepped forward making the man step away from you. They moved in synch until the wolf was between you and the man who took you days previous.

You stared at the giant canine in disbelief. The man snorted and pulled out a gun from the waist of his pants. The wolf faltered only slightly before growling almost angrily.

Before the man could bark out an entire laugh the wolf lundged. A shot rang out and the animal yelped in pain but kept going. The wolf latched onto the evil man's neck cutting off his cries with a quick snap.

The whole thing caught you by surprise. It was enough for you to forget where you were. It was like time slowed to a crawl, the wolf swiveled his eyes widening. He yelped jumping over the dead man at his feet.

The cliff's edge grew more distant when you heard a rip and a grunt of pain. Crying out you felt a hand wrap around your wrist.

"Hold on, I got you!" A panicked voice called out from above you. Gasping you sharply looked up. Vivid green eyes stared back at you, messy brown hair sticking up in all directions. Blood lined his mouth, his white teeth glinting.

He reached down with his other hand so you could take it. He pulled you up easily, helping you back over the cliff and onto solid ground.

He was tanned and completely naked. Squeaking you covered your eyes a blush creeping from the bottom of your neck to the top of your ears.

At your reaction, the wolf-turned-man cursed colorfully. "I'm sorry darlin'" he apologized and you laughed nervously.

"I think I'm going insane," you muttered keeping one hand over your eyes. The guy chuckled, "You're not, I promise," he sighed sitting behind you so his back was yours. Now that you were facing away from each other you lowered your hand.

"You're (Y/N) (Y/L/N) aren't you? " he asked quietly his voice soft with a thick drawl. You grimaced but nodded,

"Yeah, that's me,"

"Well, I gotta say it's great to finally see yeah darlin' we've been looking for quite some time now," he breathed out a sigh of relief. You furrowed your brows,

"Who are you?" You asked tilting your head slightly so his profile was in your periphery. The man ran a hand through his hair anxiously.

"My name's Leonard. Leonard McCoy and I work with the police department on...special cases," he admitted with a slight smile. You smiled back the tension in your back easing away. You had no reason to trust him but you did. There was something about him that made you feel safe.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Leonard McCoy,"

Leonard laughed, "it's nice to meet you too (Y/N), even if it's not under the best circumstances." He said dryly. You wrinkled your nose and nodded,

"Yeah it would have been better if it was a coffee shop or something," you chortled amused. You felt Leonard shake in laughter behind you,

"You're taking all of this incredibly well," he praised sounding surprised. You let that sink in with everything else that has happened. Giving a little shrug you sighed, "I'm...used to crazy. Though you're my first shifter," you admitted. Leonard stiffened for a second,

"You're part of-"

"The community? Yeah," you sighed and yelped when he turned around quickly to look at you. Keeping your eyes locked Leonard furrowed his brows taking a deep breath. He was smelling you.

"Witch?" He asked perplexed, you smirked and shook your head. "Not so much no, I was born with my abilities," you hummed and thought of a better way to explain it.

"I guess you could call me a seer, someone who can see and talk to the dead," you offered with a wince waiting for him to cringe or get away from you. He didn't. He just hummed turning back to his original position but pressing his back to yours. You didn't realize until now, that you were freezing.

"How are your feet?" Leonard asked quietly, sounding guilty. Looking down at the bloody mess you wince, "Hurts but it's not too bad," your reassurance didn't help him any.

"Bones!" A new voice called through the trees. Two people burst through the treeline flashlights shining in their direction.

"Jim, Spock! It's about Goddamn time!" Leonard ground out in a scolding manner. A young blonde man let out a breathy laugh,

"You found her!"

You could practically hear Leonard roll his eyes, "No kidding, just in time too. Now can I please have my pants now?"

The blonde man laughed again pulling a backpack off his shoulders. "I got ya bud hold on," he mumbled, pulling open the bag. Digging for a moment he twisted and pulled a pair of boxers and jeans out and tossed them over your head. Leonard grunted in thanks and began to get dressed.

The blonde man smiled and knelt in front of you, he held out a hand "Hi detective James T. Kirk, I'm glad we finally found you," he flirted. A warning growl reverberated from behind you. The detective looked shocked for a moment before a huge grin broke across his face.

Leonard walked around so he was standing by kirks' side. "Let me take a look at her injuries and then you can get going," he murmured, bending down taking one of your feet gently in his hand.

"I will stay here to watch over the body until the coroner arrives," the other detective - Spock if you were to guess- said, his voice carrying little emotion. Leonard winced at the mention of the dead man.

When he was done he pulled a sweatshirt from Kirks’s bag and helped you into it. Spock approached with his hands neatly folded behind his back, "Doctor I suggest you vacate the area immediately," he said gravely. Leonard cursed and quickly stood looking into the forest like he could hear more people coming.

He looked down at you again with a sad smile which you returned. Nodding your head in understanding you vowed to keep his secret. He left for the tree line with Spock in tow; with one last look at you, he was gone.

You grinned happily when a howl penetrated the air.

Bonus +

A few days later at the station, you sat talking with detective Kirk giving your last statement. Before leaving you smirked and reached into your bag, pulling out a business card you hand it to him. "For Doctor McCoy, my personal and business number if he ever needs to talk," you said with a wink. Kirk let out a laugh and nodded taking the card.

"I'll get it to him right away,"

Once you left Kirk danced, "Way to go Bones!" He practically cheered. Grabbing his phone off the desk he dialed his best friend's number.

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High-Jinx, Part II

Characters - Characters -Jim Kirk, Hikaru Sulu, Female Reader, Eventual Leonard McCoy x Female Reader

Summary - Jim, Sulu, and you take your newly germinated plant and shenanigans ensue.

Word Count - 1,174

Warnings - Recreational drug use, cussing, jackassery

Disclaimer- I do not own Star Trek, Jim Kirk, Hikaru Sulu, or Leonard McCoy. I just write for fun.

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Part I

The following day passed without much incident. Most of the crew was focused on shore leave. Jim and Hikaru gave you goofy and conspiratorial looks when they saw you. You’d just smile and roll your eyes at your two best friends. What had you gotten yourself into?

Hikaru and Jim arrived at your door at 21:00 sharp.

“Hello, boys,” you said in a husky voice and exaggerated pout.

Hikaru shook his head and laughed.

“Let’s get fucked up,” Jim pushed his way passed Sulu into your quarters.

“Make yourselves at home,” you said following them into your living room.

You plopped down on your sofa, opened a small envelope, and pulled out 2 leaves. Jim and Hikaru were practically vibrating with excitement. You chuckled and tore one of the leaves in half.

“Okay, you excitable kittens,” you handed them half a leaf each. “Eat this and relax.”

“Hang on, why do you get a whole leaf?” Hikaru asked as he lounged back on your sofa.

“Because I know how to manage my high, Sulu. And we don’t know how much is too much for you two yet. Just hang out and if nothing happens, I’ll give you a little more.”

“Y/N, what if I’m allergic to this stuff?” Jim asked, suddenly nervous.

“Relax, I looked over the list of things you’re allergic to and you’re in the clear.” You patted his knee, “We’ll go to the medbay if anything happens.” Hikaru scratched the back of his neck and Jim drummed his fingers on his thighs

“Why does this feel like a clinical trial but less fun?” you sighed, grabbed your PADD and turned on some music. “You guys want a soda or something?” you asked while walking to the replicator.

“Lemonade, please,” Hikaru said, his head bopping to the music.

“Cola, for me thanks,” Jim smiled.

“Did you guys hear Scotty cussing up a storm earlier? What was that about?” you handed them their drinks.

“Oh, yeah! He found two Ensigns trying to get it on in a Jeffries tube,” Jim cackled.

“I guess shore leave started early for some people,” Sulu snorted.

All three of you broke into a fit of giggles. You sat around, talked, and listened to music for a while. Somehow, you started telling each other the worst jokes you knew.

“A man walks into a bar. Ouch.” Jim said, suddenly cracking up.

“I think it’s starting to kick in!” you wiped tears from your eyes. “Because that wasn’t that funny but I can’t stop laughing at it.”

“I feel tingly. Is that supposed to happen?” Hikaru asked and took a sip of his soda.

“It can.” you shifted on the sofa, getting more comfortable. “I get sort of a tingly sensation that starts in my feet and spreads through my whole body and becomes this nice fuzzy feeling.” You tucked your feet under you.

“That sounds nice,” Jim said dreamily.

“You okay there, Kirk?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” he replied and rested his head on your shoulder.

You smiled and played with his hair as he happily sighed.

Hikaru leaned against the other arm of the sofa and tucked his feet under himself.

You looked over and giggled, “Sulu, we look like bookends!”

“We do!” Hikaru laughed. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly announced.

“Ooh, let’s replicate some food!” Jim said excitedly as he poked your thigh.

“Okay!” you replied as you pushed his hand away from you.

All three of you were soon full of your favorite snack food and arguing about the best possible deck for sliding around on socked feet.

“I’m telling you, it’s near engineering!” Hikaru argued.

“Sulu, I love you but you’re wrong. It’s definitely near the med bay. Those floors are so clean you can eat off of them. Perfect for sliding,” you disagreed.

“I think Y/N’s right. Plus it would annoy the shit out of Bones and I can never pass up the opportunity to annoy him,” Jim laughed.

“Then it’s settled, near the med bay it is!” you smiled.

Leonard McCoy was finishing up paperwork when he heard raucous laughter outside the med bay. The laughter of Jim, Hikaru, and yourself to be precise.

“Dammit, what are those three up to now?” he sighed.

When he exited the med bay he saw Hikaru in front of Jim and they were both on their hands and knees giggling.

“Hurry up, Y/N. We gotta play Kick the Can after this!” Hikaru laughed.

“Alright, I’m goin’, I’m goin’! This one’s for the gold!” you yelled and jumped over Jim.

“What in the Sam Hill are you idiots doing?!” Leonard yelled. He startled you and you lost your balance after you jumped over Hikaru and landed with an oof on the floor in front of him.

“Uh oh, we just got busted by Space Dad,” Hikaru giggled, setting off a fit of cackles from you and Jim.

Leonard helped you up off the floor and took your face in his hands.

“Your pupils are dilated, are you okay? he asked, ignoring Jim and Hikaru’s laughter.

You pushed his hands away from your face and said, “Get your hands off me, McCoy, unless you’re going to touch me someplace interesting,” you winked.

Leonard sputtered and looked at Jim and Hikaru. “All of your pupils are dilated. What’s going on?”

“I figured out a way to germinate a plant that’s essentially edible cannabis leaves,” you shrugged.

“It’s kind of minty,” Jim giggled.

“You gave it to Jim?! He’s allergic to everything!” Leonard yelled.

“Calm down, Leonard! I know what I’m doing! I’ve been testing it for months and I’ve been monitoring Jim for possible allergic reactions. I am a scientist, you know,” you replied with a huff.

“You three are going to be the death of me,” Leonard ran a hand from his forehead to his chin.

“Listen, I’ve written my findings in a report and researched intergalactic law and Starfleet rules about this. I’ve covered my ass, I’m not going to jeopardize my dream job over this, McCoy. You can read my findings anytime you want,” you said. “Now, relax,” you smiled.

“Relax, she says, after I find her playing Leapfrog with the ship’s captain and senior helmsman. Where’d you find out about this ancient kid’s game anyway?” Leonard scoffed.

“I looked up historical kid’s games once. Leapfrog and Kick the Can sounded like fun,” you grinned. Leonard shook his head.

“I’m starrrrving! Let’s go replicate a pizza. NO! Tacos! NO! pizza AND tacos!” Jim said.

“I’m going to get these two some food. Wanna join us?” you asked.

“No, thank you. I’m going to bed, I think I’ve seen enough of your shenanigans for tonight. I’ll find you during leave to read those findings. We’re all staying at the same hotel, right?”

“Yep. Have a good night, Leonard,” you lightly touched his arm.

Leonard watched you, Jim, and Hikaru gather your shoes and socks and run barefoot around the corner to the elevator.

He shook his head and smiled, “She’s trouble. I’m in trouble.”

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(Y/N) the Red Shirt. | Reader insert

Words: 2,570

Female!reader adventure, a lil bit of reader x kirk later on.

You watched the ceremony from the door of the servants entrance. They bustled by you, serving the dignitaries and representatives of different regions. The room was incredible. High beams of polished wood and granite held up the tall roof and sheltered the rows and rows of dining tables. Every seat was occupied by citizens who more or less appeared from the same species, that is, not including the members of the Enterprise that resided at the High Table.

Among the fleet's representatives were Captain Kirk, Spock, and a very enthusiastic Uhura. She was chatting the planet's officials ears off and Kirk definitely found it hilarious.  It charming too, very much like her, to try and get everything she can out of this meeting. You weren't supposed to be at the table, but you were supposed to be nearby. So you stayed in the background, where you could observe and obstruct.

You grabbed your comm, feeling comfortable enough to use it here, and asked, "All units report."

Crackling met you as, one by one, the security team reported a clear and safe evening. A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms and waiting for the night to end. 

Diplomatic missions could go one of two ways; exciting and tense or boring and peaceful. This one was boring and peaceful, since you landed two days ago till now. And when time passed by slower and slower, you even checked up on the ship. Everyone was safe, everyone was enjoying their brief days of rest, and nothing was wrong.

A figure had approached while you were caught up in the ship's well being. A tall, male looking member of the species. They themselves weren't naturally that tall, closer to the human average, but you had spotted a few that surpasses anyone on your ship. His face, like all the others, had distinct black eyes and long horns that curled in on themselves, on the top of his head. Unlike the officials here, he was younger and wore his black hair in a long ponytail.

"Good evening, Miss." He addressed you, offering their version of a bow, a simple tilt of the head.

You returned it, "Good evening, Sir."

He flushed. "Would you be willing to accompany me at my table? We have an extra seat, and would love to have you join us."

You figured he must've thought you were standing back here because there wasn't room for you with the others. But you didn't see the point in explaining that you were a security officer, when they had plenty of guards all over the place, themselves. A moment of hesitation, and then you smiled and nodded.

"I'd be honoured to join you." 

He smiled back, as if unsure what a smile meant, and then began leading me through the rows and rows of tables. As we walked, I kept an eye on the group and reached for my comm.

"Heads up, I need two of you to take over my watch. Don't ask, just do it. Thank you." You whispered, so as not to disturb the people enjoying their feast and having discussions.

You were sat at a table on the far side of the room. There was no way of seeing your team from here, but you rested easy knowing two people had come to replace you. The food was delicious, to say the least. You had never had such delicacies before.

According to Ora, the dignitary that invited you to the table, every member at our table was either a foreign dignitary or some sort of international official. The whole meeting earlier, which has been paused to have this banquet, was a renewing of an ancient peace treaty between every nation in attendance.

"There are only two nations who do not participate in this treaty, but they are peaceful and not a threat." He explained. You found it bizarre that they required a renewal of this peace treaty if they hadn't had conflict in centuries. Or perhaps that was thanks to this treaty.

"Why don't they sign it?" You asked.

A few people started to eye you around the table. Specifically a short male with large horns and a permanent scowl, and a tall female that more or less looked like Ora's twin.

Ora shook his head and went back to eating. The female gave you the traditional greeting, which you returned, and then started to answer your question.

"They would bleed us of our resources if we let them sign."

"Oh. Does the treaty require you to share your resources?"

The man answered this time, and completely forgoed the greeting. You didn't like the sound of his voice.

"Our planet has many different types of resources that we depend on to live. Years ago, and I'm talking centuries, they started this peace treaty and offered up an alliance to Caja. Caja is Maki's home country," He nodded to Ora's twin. "But those two nations simply took whatever they could, and offered up none of their own resources."

"I see. But that was so long ago... I can't imagine they would do that again."

"We don't invite them because that is what they always try. You would too, if your home was filled with useless resources." He scowled.

You nodded, "I understand." You didn't want to push them any further. They already seemed so tense.

"Don't be mistaken, we are grateful to have our first interplanetary alliance with your Federation." Maki said, feigning a smile.

"Thank you, we are excited by this partnership too." But you weren't interested at all. This was just one of many that the Federation had procured.

A hum of silence fell between you and the others at the table, who quietly ate their food and observed the other tables. You got the sense that you should return to your post. A quick thank you to those you spoke with, you excused yourself and starting to make your way by all the tables. Ora was strangely quiet when you left. as if your talk about the other two nations had upset him. You hoped that wasn't the case, he was very kind to you.

You headed for the servants entrance at the back wall again, but noticed there was no one there on lookout. At first, it was irritation you felt. How could your team ignore this command?

"Units. Report." No one answered you. 

"Hello? Team, report." Nothing.

You called the ship. "Anyone have eyes on the security team?"

But there was still no answer. And now your heart was pounding and your palms got all sweaty. If you left the dining hall to go find them, you risked losing sight of the three people you were stationed to protect, but how else would you check on the others?

More servants moved past you and through the entrance with empty platters in hand. No one else was concerned, not even the Captain who had just told a joke and made the whole table laugh.

You stopped a servant. "I'm sorry to bother you, could you do me a favour?"

The servant agreed to check outside the hall to see if your officers were still there. You thanked him and went back to standing against the wall.

You tried your comm again, and again, and again! You hoped it was just broken, but the servant came back and said she hadn't seen them. And then she grabbed you by the wrist and pushed you through the entrance and into the servants kitchen.

"What the hell-"

You twisted your arm out of her grip, but two more hands grabbed you from the back and pulled. Your hands went for your phaser, which was set on stun, and shot at whoever was behind you. The hands dropped you and yelped. The female servant tried to wrestle the phaser from you, but you managed to kick her right in the abdomen. She doubled over in pain and you turned around to see your other attacker, a small female servant, rubbing her leg.

You jumped to your feet and put some distance between you, pointing the phaser at the first servant. "Care to explain why you did that?"

"Quiet!" She roared. Eyes going to the entrance, which was wide open.

More servants were starting to head back this way. They eyed your phaser as they warily entered.

"What's this? Should we call a guard?" They murmured to each other.

"Do any of you know why these two just attacked me?"

"We didn't do anything!" Cried the little one, "She attacked us for no reason! Call the guards!"

Shit.

"That's a bold fucking lie. You got cameras in here?"

The servants started to chatter nervously, one shook their head to your question and another began backing away.

"Look, I'm a security officer with the Federation." You put your phaser away and lifted your hands. "I'm here to protect you just as much as I am to protect my people."

There was a confused silence, until one said, "But Miss, they've already left."

"What." You pushed past them to step out into the hall. They were right, all three had left.

You whipped around and stomped up to the one who spilled the news, "Where did they go?!"

"Um, sorry Miss, we don't..." She trailed off as your eyes went to the two that attacked you trying to flee.

"Don't let them leave!" You bolted after them but they had already disappeared through another door in the kitchen. Following them, you found yourself in a long hallway with storage freezers and pantries. The little servant was limping, and you took advantage of this to pounce on her. She yelped as she fell to the ground. You put your phaser to her head and watch her partner stop.

"Please, just-"

"Tell me where they went." You gritted out.

She hesitated. "Let her go and I'll bring you to them."

You force the little one to stand, moving your phaser on the back of her head.

"Take me to them first."

Another hesitation, but when the little servant whimpered, the other servant nodded and swallowed her pride. 

She brought them through the hall to a fire escape door and deactivated the alarm. As you walked through the door, you heard footsteps running up behind you. You turned around too late, getting forced up against the wall. 

Ora's voice whispered in your ear, "Drop the weapon, Miss." You let it fall to the floor.

"What's going on, Ora?" You seathed.

"Just don't resist." The little servant came over to you and started to blindfold you. You didn't bother resisting, you were way overpowered at this point. Then your wrists were bound and the Ora started to lead you away.

"Where are you taking me? To my Captain? Ora. Tell me what's going on, please."

"I was hoping you wouldn't put up such a fight." He sounded genuinely sincere when, but it didn't answer your questions.

He was silent the rest of the way, gently you guiding through corridors and down stairs, to a cold room. The atmosphere felt wrong, and you could tell that, were it not for your comm not working, you wouldn't have been able to get any signal this far down in the ground anyways.

Ora started to speak in a tongue you didn't know, and another pair of hands pulled you away, with much more force. The hands pulled off your blindfold and shoved you into a cell, locking the door behind you. Ora gave you a final look, and you could see that, despite his betrayal, he was not an evil person. Something else was going on, and you were just a side character in the mix.

The cell was nice. Plain, beige walls and a cement floor. There was a cot in the corner and a large window on the metal door. Your wrists were still bound, but they were easy enough to break. You wondered if the others were also in a cell, wrists bound because they hadn't been trained on how to break them.

The second person stuck around and paced outside your cell. He was murmuring something in the language you didn't understand. You also didn't recognize it, you realized, and you had been grilled by Uhura on knowing all the different languages that would be spoken at this meeting. You wondered if Ora and this man were from one of the two nations not allowed at this meeting.

A man's voice piped up from the cell to your right.

"Hey, Mr. Chatterbox, got any water? I'm fucking parched." 

The alien growled, understandably annoyed by the distinct voice of Kirk.

"Captain!" You cried out, lunging at the door, as if you could possibly see him from here.

"(Y/L/N)!?" His voice echoed against the walls of your cell.

Relief had flooded your senses and you broke out into a smile. 

"Captain, is Spock and Uhura there, too?"

"No, they're on the ship, getting the hell out of dodge -" 

A slam, and then silence. The growl of the alien neared your cell. Out of fear, you took a step back. His face appeared in the window. He looked nothing like Ora and the others. His face large and flat, his eyes pierced at you with animalistic intent. But from the horns protruding rudely from his head, you knew he was from this planet. Maybe this is how the other nations looked.

"You… Will… Quiet!" He spat, his teeth bared. Clearly this male wasn't a dignitary, because all dignitaries spoke some variation of the universal language. This alien knew only fragmented pieces.

"Did you… hurt him?" You breathed, voice wavering.

The male shook his head, and then began laughing at your pale face.

"It… Lives…" He said.

You nodded and went to your cot, taking a tentative seat, eyes trained on the window. He smiled to himself and walked away, heading to Kirk's cell.

"You… Wake… Now!" The alien roared.

You heard some shuffling and a groan. The Captain was alive.

"Fuck… Let's talk this out, I am from the Federation and I want nothing to do with your nation's affairs, if you won't release me than release my colleague-"

"...No!.." His word was final. The Captain dropped it. You wanted to applaud his efforts at meeting a diplomatic solution.

You spent the next hour sitting on your cot, too scared to try and reach out to Kirk. It calmed you to know that Uhura and Spock had made it away unharmed, but you wanted to know more. To know what happened to them and what was going on and why it had to be you. Not that it made a difference to you. Your goal stayed the same. Escape, get Kirk, and fucking leave.

You were sure that Kirk was going over the diplomatic ramifications this will have and what they're going to have to do to fix this. But you just wanted to leave. After enough time in silence, your thoughts turned to guilt.

You were intentionally led away from your position and as a result, you were now a captive. The security team you worked with all year was now missing, at least to your knowledge, and you had no way of communicating with the crew on the Enterprise. 

This is it, you thought. This time, I die.

End of Part One

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Hey everyone!!! I’ve finally made a masterlist for all of my work! I’ve been wanting to make one of these for awhile now and i’m so happy to be doing it now (even though I’m doing this on my phone lol) I’ve been away on vacation again this past week so i’m so sorry for the lack of fics out!! Hopefully you all can revisit some old work while you wait? Idk lol. I will be keeping this updated :)

*Under the cut!!! :)*

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Fics:

I Will Spend My Whole Life Loving You (Fem)

To The Moon and Back (Fem)

Our Little Broken Family (Fem)

Seducing is a Science (Fem)

Quietly (fem)

Headcanons:

Comforting Sad Reader (Fem)

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Fics:

Drunken Promises (Fem)

Not Yet (Fem)

Way Out There (Fem)

Do You Think About Us? (Fem)

Pick Me Up (Fem)

Doctor of My Word (Fem)

𝕁𝕚𝕞 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕜

Fics:

3 Things (Fem)

Troublemaker (Fem)

Painted Roses (Fem)

Lonely (Fem)

ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕜𝕠𝕧

Fics:

Below Freezing (Fem)

Adorkable (Fem)

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[multi-fandom-daddies]

Imagine...

bring Jim’s childhood best friend and dating Bones. But Bones being nervous about telling him. 

You loved Bones, you really did. He was your best friend and if you were going to believe in soulmates, he would fit the mould. But he was ridiculously stubborn at times. And stupid. Don’t forget stupid.

You had been dating each other for four months, getting to know each other and becoming quite serious in that time. It was almost a relief to find someone who understood the lifestyle and pressure of being an Enterprise Officer, as the hours and the years away from home could be a challenge for any relationship. It was nice to know, that after a stressful day, you could go back to his quarters and relax with a nice glass of wine and cuddles.

The only downside though, was that it was all done in secret. Miraculously, nobody knew about you. Of course there was gossip, but no concrete evidence to suggest that you were dating. And though everybody and their grandma on the Enterprise liked to gossip, that was mostly it, which suited Bones just fine.

You just wanted to stop all the secrecy. For although it was fun to sneak around, it also hurt to know that you were lying to your best friend since childhood. Jim had been the one constant in your life before anything else, he had helped you through the dark times and made sure you came out the other side. To not tell him that you and his other best friend were dating was becoming more and more difficult. It was like a heavy weight in your gut, only getting heavier every time you saw him.

Bones disagreed, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to tell him. That he liked having you just to himself because he knew Jim would have a field day. It was true, Jim would tease you mercilessly but it would all be in good fun. You knew he would be ecstatic to know that you two were together.

“Come on Bones, what is the worst that can happen? He announces it on comms?” you chuckled, drying your hair as you came out of his shower.

“It’s just like him to do that” Bones grumbled, reading through a report on his PADD.

“This is Jim we’re talking about. Our lovable idiot of a best friend” you reminded, coming to sit next to him on the couch.

“Your best friend darlin’, he’s my pain in the ass” he corrected, lifting up his hands so you could settle your feet in his lap. He absently started massaging your feet, not looking up from his report.

“You can’t fool me Leonard McCoy. He’s your best friend” you scoffed, leaning your head back as you enjoyed his soothing touch. Being on your feet all day in the engine room did nothing to help your aching muscles. But Bones’ magic hands certainly showed how useful they could be.

Bones rolled his eyes but didn’t disagree with you. There really was no denying that they were best friends. But he knew that he saw you as a sibling and he was determined to protect you. He didn’t think that Jim would like that he, a divorced, grumpy, old man was suitable for you. After all, you were perfect. You were the kindest, gentlest person he had ever met. He truly thanked whatever god that was around that you were put in his path. Because he sure as hell didn’t deserve you. What did you see in him?

“Hey, where did you go?” you asked gently, taking the PADD out of his hands and climbing into his lap. You had seen the dark look cross his face and knew his thoughts were somewhere that would do no good to anyone.

“It’s nothin’, just lost in my own head” he sighed, rubbing his hands up and down your sides soothingly. “Sweetheart, he loves you more than anyone. What if he doesn’t approve someone like me, dating someone like you?” he asked quietly, usual confidence suddenly gone.

“Bones, what’s that meant to mean?” you frowned, pulling away from him so you could see his face more clearly.

“I’m a middle aged, grumpy divorced father who don’t have anything better to do but travel around space. But you, you’re perfect. You’re kind, generous, thoughtful and the best thing that’s happened me for a while” Bones pointed out, rolling his eyes at you.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that Dr McCoy?” you smiled softly, cupping his face and bringing your lips together. He moaned slightly against your lips, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

“You’re not the only one” he chuckled, lips quirking upwards.

“You are such a beautiful and kind man, you make my heart go mad just by looking at you. And you’re not old, you ass. You’re refined” you smirked, tugging at a strand of his hair.

Bones scoffed, shaking his head. “Refined? You trying to tell me darlin’?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, you’re like a fine wine. You get better with age?” you grinned, trying to wiggle away from him.

“You just wait until your next hypos!” Bones warned, beginning to tickle you.

As you fell away from him on the couch, there was a knock on the door. You both looked at each other, eyes wide as you scrambled to make yourself seem like nothing was going on.

“Who is it?” you breathed, sitting on the far side on the couch.

“How am I meant to know?” Bones snapped, smoothing down his hair and straightening his blue shirt.

“Bones? Is someone in there with you?” Jim asked, voice travelling through the door.

Gasping, you tried to make yourself look as normal as possible as Bones opened the door for Jim to come in.

“Well, well, well. I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Y/N” Jim grinned lazily, sauntering over to you before flopping onto the couch next to you.

“What do you want Jim?” Bones grumbled, looking between you and his best friend.

“I just wondered if you wanted any company, but I see Y/N got here first” Jim said, winking at you and making you blush.

“It’s not a competition Jim. We can all hang out together, why don’t we go to the mess hall, see what’s going on?” you suggested, rolling your eyes at him.

“Nah, I can see where I’m not needed. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone” Jim smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to give you a squeeze before getting up.

“Lovebirds? Jim I don’t know what’s going on in your head but-“ Bones protested, brow furrowed and trying to keep up appearances.

“Oh come on Bones! It’s been painfully obvious to everyone that you two are a thing. I’d have to be blind, deaf and dumb to miss out on this” Jim chuckled, slapping a hand on Bones’s shoulder as he passed.

“Debateable” you teased, relaxing back into the couch. You were right. Jim was totally fine with the two of you and had known all along.

Jim clutched at his heart, gasping at you playfully. “That hurts” Jim retorted.

“If only!” you scoffed, smiling widely at him. Your relationship felt just like it normally did. It was in no way effected by you and Bones being together. Just like you had told Bones countless times.

“Wait, you’re okay with it? Me dating Y/N?” Bones asked, brow furrowed in confusion at him.

“Course I am! Do you really think I would have a problem seeing my two best friends make each other happy? Come on Bones, I thought you knew me better than that” Jim sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at Bones like he was an idiot.

You got up, walking over to Bones and enjoying the fact that you could wrap your arms around his waist in front of Jim. This was going to be so much fun, you could tease him in public now. “I told you” you sung, poking his chest.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right and I’m just an idiot” Bones rolled his eyes, leaning down to press his lips against yours. You smiled against his lips, savouring the sweet moment between the two of you.

“Eww gross! I’m leaving you two to it, I have an announcement to make” Jim laughed, racing out the door before Bones could grab him.

“JIM!”