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trans!James T Kirk is such an innate headcanon for me that I’m constantly surprised that only 130 out of 18,000 Spirk fics on AO3 contain it

My introduction /was/ the Kelvin movies though, and Chris Pine’s Kirk is so beautiful looking and feminine (I could go on and on, sorry Chris- I’ve watched his and Spock’s fight scene in the 2009 one more times than I can count) as well as having that “tragic, misunderstood, and rebellious youth”- it’s very easy to be like “this character’s a little trans coded”

Plus Chris Pine’s Kirk does always have a slight air of over-compensating

Bones did his top surgery in their yr 1 dorm room for sure: “dammit Jim! you’re going to injure yourself if you keep compressing your ribs like that.”

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Pay it Forward

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1928

Warning: so much secondhand embarrassment, some swearing

A/N: Requested by @kickingitwithkirk based on the prompt “Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger during the Christmas time. Character B is that stranger.” Things go slightly awry and comedy ensues. Hope you enjoy!!

“I don’t know what it is,” you sighed, stirring your hot cocoa. “I’m just not in the holiday spirit this year.” Normally, Christmas was your holiday. You’d bust out the decorations and tacky sweaters the day after Thanksgiving, decking your apartment floor to ceiling with lights, garlands, and porcelain snowmen. Then, you’d spend most of December baking cookies and wrapping all the presents you’d bought throughout the year. This time around, though, you’d already finished all your holiday activities with a week to go until Christmas and you still weren’t feeling festive.

“Is there anything different this year,” your friend Nyota asked over the phone. “You said your boss was giving you trouble.”

You took a sip of cocoa, hoping it would warm whatever was chilling your spirit. “Yeah, but Jim gives everyone trouble. I don’t know. I do the same thing every year. Maybe I need to spice it up somehow.”

“Aren’t you in a cafe? Why not buy a stranger a coffee or something?”

You snorted. “What like in those Hallmark movies you make me watch?”

Nyota groaned. “You promised to stop bringing those up.”

“I said I’d try to stop. I can’t help how funny it is that badass Nyota Uhura has a soft spot for Hallmark Christmas Classics.”

“You’re the worst. Find a different friend to help you out. Oh wait, you don’t have any other friends.”

“Guess you’re stuck with me,” you laughed.

“Ugh don’t remind me.” You could almost hear Nyota’s eyes rolling. “Listen, I’ve gotta go. Tell me how your random act of kindness goes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said before hanging up. As you looked around the cafe for your unsuspecting recipient, your eyes fell on a man in a booth by himself. His brown hair was unkempt and his eyes fluttered shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The muscles in his arm tightened, and you forgot briefly about your mission to do kindness, thinking of other, less nice things you’d like to do him.

You were forced back to reality as the man hung up the phone and dropped it on the table, the clatter echoing across the cafe and drawing stares. He cradled his head in his hands, not noticing you approach until you stood in front of his table and coughed. He looked up at you with eyes sweeter than the cocoa you just drank and you were convinced you’d melt if you looked at them too long.

“Hi,” you chirped. “You seemed upset, so I was wondering if I could buy you another drink. I know a hot drink always puts me in a good mood so I- I’m rambling, I’m sorry. I just I get nervous around hot men - STRANGE men,” you corrected, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Not that you’re strange. You’re just a stranger and I-I’m gonna stop talking now.”

To your delight, the man’s face began to soften. He even let out a quiet chuckle before leaning back in his seat. “Well, my mama didn’t raise me to say no to free drinks, so long as you promise to stay and sit with me.”

“Sure! What, uh...what would you like?” You toyed with the bottom of your sleeve, feeling like a teenager asking a boy to a dance. All you needed was a bad perm and some thick eyeliner and it would be high school all over again.

“Maple pecan latte,” he said.

“Ooh looks like I got a Southern boy on my hands,” you smiled.

“Guilty as charged.”

“All right. One maple pecan latte coming up for Mr. Southern Boy.”

The man laughed again and it was like velvet. “Name’s Leonard.”

“Hm, Leonard.” You couldn’t deny you liked the way his name felt rolling off your tongue. “I think I’ll stick with Mr. Southern Boy.” You heard Leonard laugh again as you turned towards the counter. It was the kind of sound you could get used to if you weren’t careful.

The drinks were done in no time, and you were on your way back to Leonard. He was bent over his phone, forehead creased and lips pressed together in a tight frown. You wanted to run your hands across the planes of his face and smooth everything out, but for now you’d have to settle with sharing a drink.

“One peppermint hot chocolate for me, and one maple pecan latte for Mr. South-” The rest of your sentence was lost in a wordless gasp as your foot caught the leg of a chair. Both drinks slipped from your hands as you tried to catch yourself on the edge of the table. The smell of peppermint and pecans mixed as the cups collided, waves of coffee spilling over the table like a tsunami with Leonard as the unfortunate victim.

He shot out of his chair, trying to wipe the hot drinks off his clothes before it burned his skin. You watched in abject horror until a barista came over with a towel to help clean up the mess.

“I’m so sorry. I’m such a klutz I swear I didn’t mean to make a mess I was only trying to do something nice I-”

“Sugar, sugar,” Leonard laughed, putting his hands on your shoulders. “It’s just coffee. Nothing a little Tide won’t get out.”

You groaned, trying to pull your scarf over your face to hide the growing blush. “At least let me help you clean up. My apartment is right down the street.”

Leonard raised an eyebrow. “Trying to take me home already?”

“Well, I tried to buy you a drink first,” you mumbled. Leonard grinned as the two of you walked side by side towards the door. He held it open for you, sliding his hand onto the small of your back when you passed him.

By the time you made it to your apartment, Leonard’s hand arm had snaked around your waist. All the tension from the cafe was gone. It was incredible how calm Leonard made you feel. You could almost hear Nyota’s disapproving voice asking how you could bring a complete stranger into your apartment, but that was the thing. Somehow, he didn’t feel like a stranger.

“Here we are,” you said cheerfully. You stepped out of Leonard’s warm arms and shrugging your jacket off.

“Bless your heart. You weren’t kidding when you said you go all out for Christmas.” Leonard shook his head in wonder as he followed you through your apartment to the bedroom. He fought back a laugh when he saw the giant teddy bear taking up most of your bed. “This the boyfriend,” he quipped.

You followed his line of sight to the bear and felt your cheeks heat up again. “It was a gift from my mom. She was worried I would be lonely when I moved out on my own.” Realizing that didn’t make you sound any less pathetic, you shoved a pair of sweatpants and a shirt at Leonard, unable to meet his eyes as you pushed him to the bathroom. Even through the closed door, you could hear him snickering.

As soon as the water started running, you grabbed your phone to call Nyota. Every ring felt like agony. You didn’t know how much time you had before Leonard was finished. Was he an in and out kind of guy? Or did he spend an hour replaying conversations in his head while the water dripped down those insanely sculpted arms and his hands ran over his-

“Hellooooo,” Nyota called out. “Did you seriously butt dial me? You know they have locks on phones now, right?”

“Shit, no, sorry. I’m...God I don’t know what I am.” You leaned against the counter, focusing on keeping your breathing level instead of thinking about Leonard naked in your shower.

“You sound flustered. Is everything okay?” “No everything is not okay,” you hissed. “I took your advice and bought someone a drink but then I spilled it all over him and now he’s taking a shower in my apartment and I don’t know what to do!!” You held the phone away from your face as Nyota erupted into laughter. “It’s not funny. Help me!”

“Is he cute?”

“Yes.”

“So you’ve got a cute guy in your shower and you’re telling me it’s a problem?”

“Yes, because I already embarrassed myself at the cafe and then he saw Mr. Hugglesworth and-”

Nyota cut you off with another sharp laugh. “Mr. Hugglesworth? Is that the bear your mom bought you for Christmas?”

“Hey, our agreement was I don’t judge you for liking Hallmark movies and you don’t judge me for having a giant stuffed bear named Mr. Hugglesworth.” Nyota was clearly fighting with herself to keep from laughing, breaking into a fit of fake coughs instead. “Please Nyota. I am so out of my depth here.”

“Okay, okay but first you have to tell me: How attractive is he exactly?”

“I don’t even have words. If he asked me to bend over the kitchen counter right now, I would and I haven’t even washed them recently.”

“You sure know how to flatter a guy.”

The blood ran from your face as you spun around, hiding your phone behind your back. Leonard was leaning against the back of your couch, sweatpants slung low on his hips, shirt a size too small and clinging to every muscle across his chest and arms. You blinked frantically before averting your gaze, trying to look at anything but Leonard while your brain rewired all its circuits so you could talk again.

Leonard stepped towards you and placed a hand against your forehead. You could smell your soap on him and it made your knees feel weak. “You all right? You’re lookin’ a little pale, sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” you answered an octave too high, “Fine. I’m fine. Never better.” You forced a smile and Leonard dropped his hand. Silence fell between you like an anvil.

“So...where’s your washer?”

“My washer?”

“Your washing machine. For my clothes.”

You smacked a hand against your forehead. “Laundry right. Yes. That’s why we’re here. It’s right over here,” you said, making your way through the kitchen to a small laundry room. “If you’ll just bring me your clothes, I can throw them in and…” your voice trailed off as you looked at the empty shelf above the washer and dryer. You forgot to buy detergent.

Leonard returned a moment later, clothes in tow. “There a problem,” he asked as he watched you stare at the shelf. He looked too, half expecting it to come to life.

“Well,” you started, “In an interesting turn of events, it seems that I, um. Well, I may have forgotten to actually buy detergent, so I….can’t...wash your clothes.” You bit your bottom lip, bracing yourself for anger but Leonard laughed. In fact, he laughed so hard he had to hold himself up on the counter.

“Let’s - Let’s forget about the clothes,” he said between breaths. “I can take ��em home and wash ‘em at my place. Then, maybe I can take you out to dinner when I return the ones I’m wearing.”

“Seriously? I’m kind of a mess in case you haven’t noticed.”

Leonard stepped towards you with a smile. “So am I,” he said, tucking strand of hair behind your ear. “Some of us are just better at hiding it.” He leaned down and your heart leapt to your throat. You had to hide your disappointment when he tipped his head, pressing his lips to your cheek instead. “Thanks for an eventful afternoon, sugar.”

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McCoy’s Dilemma

Request: a story about McCoy x Reader where McCoy ends up knocking put reader because she is Pike’s daughter and he is ordered to surrender himself.

(McCoy x Reader) warnings: action, violence, some swearing, sorry no fluff or smut. Alternate/added storyline to the J.J. Abrams Star Trek movie.

Words: 1,202

Summary: You are Lieutenant Pike assigned to the bridge of the starship Enterprise. Yes, Captain Pike’s daughter. You fought long and hard to get the assignment as Starfleet was reluctant to let you serve under your father to avoid the appearance of nepotism. While at the academy last year, you had met and started dating Leonard McCoy. You graduated last year but you were taking more classes while the Enterprise had not been given a mission yet. Until today when Starfleet received a distress call from Vulcan. With the primary fleet engaged in the Laurentian system, all officers and cadets were ordered to leave right away.

***In the hangar after getting their assignments and Kirk being told he was on academic suspension, therefore, he’s grounded until the academy board rules**

“Gee Bones, I guess sleeping with the captain’s daughter has paid off for you. Getting assigned to the Enterprise and all” quipped Kirk. “Very funny Jim, that’s not what happened at all. I just happened to be top of my class and the best doctor out of this class. Having Y/N on the same ship will be a plus. And for once in my life, I think I deserve a plus” rebutted Leonard.

“Yeah. Yeah, you go, be safe” Jim sulked.

“Damn it….come with me” Leonard reluctantly decided to go against his better judgment.

 ***Cut to the ship coming out of warp to join the rest of the fleet that was being destroyed by the Romulan behemoth.***

The ship was being jostled from the shots being fired by the Romulan ship. Spock snaps to Pike “Captain, they’re locking torpedoes!”

“Full reverse, come about Starboard ninety degrees! Drop us down underneath them! Prepare to fire all weapons!” Pike orders.

Uhura interrupts “Captain, we're being hailed!”  Pike looks over and nods. Uhura turns on the viewscreen, Nero appears. “Hello” he says calmly.

Pike replies “I am Captain Christopher Pike, to whom am I speaking?”

“I am called Nero” he simply states.

“You've declared war against the Federation. Withdraw, and I'll agree to arrange a conference with Romulan leadership at a neutral loca—“.

Nero interrupts “I do not speak for the Empire. We stand apart. As does your Vulcan crew member... isn't that right? Spock?”

Everyone turns and stares at Spock, he rises and walks forward from his station. “Pardon me. But I don't believe you and I are acquainted.”

“... no, we're not. Not yet. I would like you to see something, Spock. Captain Pike… your transporter capability is disabled. You will man a shuttle and come aboard the Narada for negotiations. That is all” his transmission ended and the screen went blank. You stared at Captain Pike, your father, eyes wide.

Kirk chimed in first breaking the silence “he’ll kill you, you know that”.  Spock added “Your survival is unlikely”. Without pause “Captain, we gain nothing by diplomacy, going over to that ship is a mistake.”  “I, too, suggest you rethink this strategy” agreed.

“I DEMAND you rethink this strategy!” you spat out not caring about rank. Everyone stared at you and Captain Pike.

His gaze met yours and smiled, ”I understand Lieutenant Pike.” Then he addressed the bridge “I need officers who have been trained in advanced hand-to-hand combat”.  Sulu's hand goes up “I have training, Sir!” Pike nodded “Then come with me.. Kirk, you too, you're not supposed to be here anyway” he smiled.

“McCoy, a word please” he nodded to Leonard to join him for a private conversation to the side. They spoke in whispers for a moment then returned to the group.

Pike turned towards Checkov, “Radio the engine room, have Chief Engineer Olsen meet us at Shuttle Bay Five” then proceeded to the turbolift with Kirk, Sulu, Spock, and McCoy.

“What are you doing, you can’t do this!” You argued, then shooting an angry look at Bones. You did not like secrets, none the less, secrets with your boyfriend in the middle of whatever the hell this was that was going on.    

Of course you followed right behind the men. You’ll be damned if you’re going to let your father fly over to a hostile Romulan ship. You didn’t care if he was the captain.

Pike barked off orders for Kirk and Sulu regarding disarming the drill and then advised Spock he was the captain now. You lost it. “What the.. NO! You cannot do this PLEASE!” You grabbed his arm this time. Pike nodded to McCoy “Doc, I think it’s time” and before you could turn around you felt a hypo hit your neck and you passed out. Fade to black.

___

When you awoke you were in your bed in your quarters. “God damn it Leonard!” you surmised he had knocked you out to avoid you fighting with your father about his stupid idea. Running out of your room you hurried to the turbolift. Once inside “Computer where is Captain Pike?” “Captain Pike is no longer aboard the Enterprise, however, Captain Spock is on the bridge” the computer relayed. You felt your eyes well but the anger prevented you from shedding tears. Gritting through your teeth “And where is Dr. McCoy?” “Dr. McCoy is in turbo lift 4 on route to the bridge.” “Then the bridge it is” and the doors shut and began to move.

Reaching the bridge, the doors open. “Permission to enter Captain?” you asked. “Permission granted Lieutenant” Spock nodded. You stepped in and walked up to him demanding to know what has happened. He advised you Pike was taken by the Romulans, they had destroyed Vulcan and the Enterprise was on it’s way to the Laurentian system to rendezvous with the fleet. Just then the bridge doors open and McCoy walks in. You walked up to him as he started to raise his hands in defense you punched him in the face. “What the hell was that!” you yelled at him. Spock raised an eyebrow at you but did not speak. Leonard turning back towards you holding his jaw in his hands “I can explain darlin.” “Don’t you darlin me damn it.” He motioned for you to follow him out into the hallway.

“Please don’t be mad at me, I didn’t want to do it but I had captain’s orders” he rambled.

“Captain’s orders! My father’s orders? To knock me out?”

“Well, not exactly darlin.”

“Then what exactly did he say DARLIN” you spat back, crossing your arms.

“Before he left the bridge, when he pulled me aside, he told me that my future in Starfleet relied on the following request. Then he said that if I cared about you at all that I would make sure when the time came, I would stop you from interfering with his only choice to save the crew and ship” he told you as he looked down at the ground, not able to look you in the eyes.

Pointing your finger at him, eyes glaring “If anything happens to him Leonard McCoy I swear to god you will beg for Starfleet to save your sorry as for what I’ll do to you do you understand me!”

“Understood doll.”

“It’s Lieutenant Pike, Doctor!”

Right now he was wishing it was him on deck 6 that was crushed instead of Dr. Puri.