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Jim Kirk x Reader
Fall words: Costume, fall colors
“I forgot how beautiful earth autumn was,” you sighed, swishing through the fallen leaves at your feet as you strolled through the woods. The trees were a riot of fall colors and squirrels were everywhere, scampering about for nuts to stash away. You and Jim had a long leave and he’d come with you to your parents New Hampshire home.
“It really is something,” Jim agreed happily. “Iowa never got this pretty. The color on those maples is stunning.”
“I really should have come back sooner,” you mused. “I love being out in the black, but there’s truly no place like home.”
Jim didn’t say anything, just squeezed your hand as you ambled along. His true home was always in the stars, but you knew his heart was searching for a place to connect to on earth. He’d met your parents for the first time and they’d warmed up to him very quickly, proving very susceptible to his charm. They’d been a little unsure if Jim could be a serious long term partner for you, given his past, but he’d long grown out of that.
“So, you thought about our costumes for Halloween yet?” he asked after a moment of content silence.
“I was thinking, after that adventure on the gangster planet, that we should go as Bonnie and Clyde,” you suggested. “I’d get to wear a flapper dress and I know from experience you can rock one of those pinstriped suits.”
You waggled your eyebrows at him and he laughed sheepishly.
“I still can’t believe how ludicrous that place was,” he sighed. “But I am on board with the Bonnie and Clyde costume plan. We’ll look amazing, babe.”
“That we will,”you agreed.
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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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Welcome to April 2023's Reading List! I fell off the reading wagon this month - who would have thought that I would be so busy on vacation? Not me lol. I hope April was kind to you. And if it wasn’t, I hope you’ll still be kind to yourself. Now let's dive into some fics!
Thank you, all you talented writers for providing us with an escape. It’s so needed and appreciated. You’re awesome. 😘
Happy Reading!
2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist
Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics
Marvel
Drabble by @angrythingstarlight
Soft!Dark Mafia Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader
Warnings: 18+ only.
Passionate Negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer
Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Your husband is in trouble with the wrong man, and there's something you can do to get him out of it.
Warnings: domestic a/buse. Implied marital r/ape. Nefarious mob plots including d/rugs and m/urder. F/orced cuckholding and f/orced voy-uerism. Mentions of mis/carriage due to ab/use. Kind of d-ub c-on. Threats. S/mut. P in V. O/ral. F/ingering. Dirty talk. All kinds of fun! 18+ ONLY PLEASE AND FUCKING THANK YOU!
Star Trek aos
Imagine Going to the Beach with Jim by @youre-on-a-starship
Jim Kirk x Reader
Prompt: “A kirk x reader one where you go to the beach and see him shirtless? ;) and then someone tries to flirt and you decide to test him, and he actually tells the other person to back off??”
Warnings: none provided.
Supernatural
Dreams of Happiness (Rumors Part 2) by @deanwinchesterswitch
Dean Winchester x Female Reader
You’re doing well in your new life—many would say you’re ‘living the dream’. The only problem is, it’s not the life you dreamed of living.
Warnings: 18+ Angst; Some fluff; Language; Mentions of smut; Canon divergence.
When the Walls Come Down (Rumors Part 3) by @deanwinchesterswitch
Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Memories and longing chip away at the walls they built to protect their hearts, but as their defenses begin to crumble, shame and regret seep through the cracks threatening to leave love buried beneath the rubble.
Warnings: 18+ Angst; A tiny bit of fluff; Dean being Dean; Language; Implication of sex work; Canon divergence; Descriptions of high emotional distress; Possible triggers
Madness by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Dean Winchester x Y/N
Dean wants EVERYONE to know that you belong to him.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Smut. Smut. All smut. Rough sex. Public sex. Brief, slightly degrading talk, Unprotected P in V sex, voyeurism mentioned, breeding kink if you REALLY squint, possessive!dean.
The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship by @there-must-be-a-lock
Dean Winchester x Reader
Request: “Enemies to lovers with sub!Dean, please and thank you.”
Warnings: mature
He is the Storm by @deanwinchesterswitch
Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Drabble
Warnings: none provided
Dirty Sweet by @deanwinchesterswitch
Dean Winchester x Unnamed Female
Dean's girl is a handful and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Warnings: NSFW-18+
Pure by @deanwinchesterswitch
Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Purgatory is heartbreaking in its purity.
Warnings: NSFW-18+; Canon typical violence
Part-time soulmate by @princessmisery666
Dean Winchester x Unnamed Female
The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.
Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.
Love-Blind Haze by @princessmisery666
Dean Winchester x Unnamed Female
Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean.
Warnings/Genres etc.: angst.
Seen by @deanwinchesterswitch
Dean Winchester x Female Reader
A chance encounter could lead to something more.
Warnings: none provided.
Top Gun: Maverick
Falling & Failing by @princessmisery666
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Unnamed Female
Song prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Falling Slowly Song by Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová
Warnings: none provided
Fries, Goodbyes & The Rest of Our Lives by @princessmisery666
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female Reader
Being stood up isn’t always a bad thing.
Warnings/Genre etc.: Fluff, lousy singing.
Other Characters
Desire by @deanwinchesterswitch
Any male x Reader
Drabble
Warnings: none provided.
#just a girl reading fics in april 2023#bucky barnes x reader#dean winchester x reader#jim kirk x reader#jake seresin x reader#bradley bradshaw x reader
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Youvebeenlivingfictional Kinktober 2022
I’m participating in Kinktober 2022 this year using this list by the phenomenal @absurdthirst . If you'd like to be tagged, please leave a comment on this post or send in an ask.
Day One - Diego Jimenez x Reader.
Warnings: Exhibitionism, gun play; grinding; one light slap
Day Two - Nathan Bateman x Reader
Warnings: Voyeurism; toy use (dildo); overstimulation; oral sex; cursing
Day Three - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Cursing, spanking, one (1) pussy slap, handjobs, blowjobs, piv, spitroasting, threesome, unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom!Steve, Switch!Bucky, Sub!Reader
Day Four - Layla El-Faouly x Reader
Warnings: Nipple play, biting, grinding
Day Five -Josh Lyman x Reader
Warnings: Kitchen counter sex, spit as lube, piv, unprotected sex
Day Six - Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader
Warnings: Sex work; lingerie; reverse cowgirl; piv; unprotected sex; accidental fluff and angst; this one also wound up being way longer than I expected it to be
Day Seven - AOS!Jim Kirk x Reader
Warnings: Shower sex; oral sex (male and female receiving); fingering; piv; unprotected sex
Day Eight - Jonathan Levy x Reader
Warnings: Begging; phone sex; the fellating of a lollipop; masturbation; subby Jonathan
Day Nine - Benoit Blanc x Reader
Warnings: Fingering; rimming; oral sex; anal sex; unprotected sex
Day Ten - Duncan Idaho x Reader
Warnings: Fingering; slight sensory deprivation; unprotected sex; size difference; choking
Dany Eleven - AOS!Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x Reader
Warnings: Frottage, smooching, fingering, handjob
Day Twelve - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader
Warnings: Cock warming; riding; desk sex
Day Thirteen - Benny Miller x Reader
Warnings: Masturbation; phone sex; scent kink
Day Fourteen - Orlando Oxford x Reader
Warnings: Glory hole; piv; unprotected sex
Day Fifteen - Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales
Warnings: Cuckolding; facesitting; oral sex; dirty talk; piv; unprotected sex; cumplay; implied bi characters
Day Sixteen - Angel Reyes x Reader x Bishop Losa
Warnings: Oral sex; unprotected sex; piv; anal; double penetration; cursing
Day Seventeen - Matt Murdock x Reader
Warnings: Pussy slapping; oral sex; dirty talk; spanking
Day Eighteen - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand
Warnings: Pegging; piv; unprotected sex
Day Nineteen - Tangerine x Reader
Warnings: Role playing/prep for a honeypot mission; oral sex; fingering; spit as lube; unprotected sex
Day Twenty - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
Warnings: Flouting of Regency Mores; Handjobs; gags; piv; unprotected sex
Day Twenty One - Gurney Halleck x Reader
This can kinda be read as a companion piece to The Warmaster's Wife
Warnings: Masturbation; oral sex; fingering; breeding
Day Twenty Two - James Bond x Reader
Warnings: Sex pollen; unprotected sex; piv; implied multiple orgasms; rough sex
Day Twenty Three - Benny Borracho Magalon x Reader
Warnings: Lap dance; oral sex; fingering; rough sex; piv; one degrading term
Day Twenty Four - Javi G x Reader
Warnings: Edgeplay; praise kink; masturbation; piv; unprotected sex
Day Twenty Five - Mirror!Christopher Pike x Reader
Warnings: Collaring; mirror sex; choking; fingering; piv; unprotected sex
Day Twenty Six - Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Warnings: Flouting of Victorian mores; riding; piv unprotected sex
Day Twenty Seven - Abel Morales x Reader
Warnings: Oral sex; piv; infidelity
Day Twenty Eight - Christine Chapel x Reader
Warnings: Oral sex; fingering; body swap; blindfolds; edging
Day Twenty Nine - Stewy Hosseini x Reader x Kendall Roy
Warnings: Masturbation; voyeurism; oral sex; mentions of cocaine, but not use or abuse; implied Eiffel Tower
Day Thirty - Harvey Specter x Reader
Warnings: Public sex; oral sex; piv; unprotected sex
Day Thirty One - Ray Merrimen x Reader
Warnings: Prey play, dub-con, dom/sub dynamics, derogatory language, pussy slapping, restraints, gagging, rough sex, piv, unprotected sex, aftercare, praise kink
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Star Trek Masterlist #2
This is a masterlist for the Star Trek AOS movies, and the shows Discovery and Strange New Worlds
(Star Trek Shows Masterlist (Voy; DS9; Ent)
If you find any incorrect or missing links please let me know!
Here is the link to my Main Masterlist
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--- Discovery/Strange New Worlds ---
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Multiple Characters:
Match-Up Scenario Game
Headcanons: How they show intimacy to their s/o
(^Michael Burnham; Erica Ortegas; Nhan; Una Chin-Riley; Christine Chapel; and Nyota Uhura) - cute/gen
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Spock
Fics/Oneshots:
'20 Questions' (fluff/romance/bit of pining)
'The Voice of My Soul' (soulmate au)
'Green With Envy' (jealousy/pre relationship/fluff)
'Two Hearts, Eight Words' (romance/cute/Valentines Day)
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Christopher Pike
Fics/Oneshots:
'Always' (fluff/angst/bit of whump)
'Accidents Happen' (fake dating/fluff)
'Food Fight' (cute/humor)
'Something Wicked This Way Comes' (horror/suspense)
'White Christmas' (fluff/cute/mild Christmas)
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Erica Ortegas
Oneshots/Fics:
'An Invitation of Change' (fluff/cute)
'Nebulas and First Dates' (casual fluff/cute)
'A Perfect Couple' (fake dating; cute)
Where My Soul Waits For You (soulmate au; cute)
'You Are What You Reap' (crew & reader/fun/Halloween)
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Jim Kirk
Oneshots/Fics:
'Time to Kill' (cute/fluff)
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- - - Star Trek AOS - - -
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Jim Kirk
Gif Imagine: ‘Being Kirk’s sibling and working on Enterprise’
Oneshots/Drabbles:
Soulmate AU - ‘Dreaming of You’ (fluff/romance)
Oneshot - ‘Hollow’ (angst/comfort)
Fic Series: A New Purpose
Jim Kirk x Female!Reader Series
Chapter One: Captured
Chapter Two: Forgotten
Chapter Three: Escape
Chapter Four: Going Home
Chapter Five: Discontinued (for idk how long)
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Spock
Oneshots/Drabbles:
‘Glances’ (Fluff)
“Being so close your lips brush..” Part One (fluff/slow-burn)
“Being so close your lips brush..” Part Two (fluff)
‘Grief’ (Angst/Fluff)
'Certain' (Christmas Proposal; romantic)
'Fear' (angst/comfort)
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Leonard Mccoy
Headcanons - ‘Baking pies with Leonard McCoy’ (domestic fluff)
Oneshots/Drabbles:
‘Early Christmas’ (humor/cute)
'Missed Time’ (angst/fluff/cute)
'Always' (angst/fluff)
'Touch' (soulmate au/angst/cute)
Ship Drabble (Reader Insert); 'Proposal' (romantic)
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Other:
Pavel Chekov - Ship Drabble (Reader Insert): ‘First Kiss’ (fluff)
Hikaru Sulu - Drabble: ‘Stop it with the tongue thing...’ (suggestive/humor)
Montgomery "Scotty" Scott - Fic: "Worth More Than You Know" (angst/comfort/fluff)
#star trek#star trek masterlist#star trek masterlist 2#star trek discovery#star trek aos#star trek strange new worlds#strange new worlds#star trek x reader#spock#jim kirk#captain kirk#pavel chekov x reader#montgomery scott x reader#spock x reader#strange new worlds x reader#discovery x reader#Erica Ortegas#Erica Ortegas x Reader#christopher pike#christopher pike x reader#michael burnham#una-chin riley#nhan
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August 2023 Fic Rec List
A variety of fandoms. A bit of angst and smut, and a good amount of comfort and fluff.
Enjoy!
Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.
~DCU~
No Title ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Rick Flag x Reader)
~MCU~
No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Will You? ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author’s Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)
~Star Trek~
Sweet Emotions ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jim Kirk x Reader)
~Supernatural~
All I Need is You ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: A terrible day has stolen Y/N's joy, can Dean bring it back?
All In or All Out? ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Dean needs an answer.
All That Matters ~ @iprobablyshipit91. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Female Reader)
Black Hole ~ @jay-and-dean. Author's Summary: She saved his life, and since then, she doesn’t want to live anymore… That doesn’t make sense… (Dean x Reader)
Brick by Brick ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)
Cracks In The Plaster ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: After a long day in the car, Dean’s got plans to relieve a little tension…
Devour Me-Part 1 ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)
Hotel California Masterlist ~ @muchamusedaboutnothing. Author's Summary: What first appears to be a reprieve on a long stretch of desert road turns out to be more than the Winchesters bargained for.
No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)
No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)
No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author’s Summary: None (Drabble; Jody Mills)
Now and Then Masterlist ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Y/N and Dean met a few years ago, both lost in the uncertainty of their lives which were so far from what they had hoped for them to be, but love affairs end, some with heartbreak. Y/N moves on but when her new life sends her crashing back into Dean’s orbit, she wonders if, for her, it will ever truly be over.
Sam Is Wearing Green Today ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Sam Winchester x Reader)
The Sweet Things ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)
Washed Away ~ @wearywinchester. Author's Summary: Dean helps you shower after a rough hunt.
~Top Gun: Maverick~
Live In My Memory, You'll Always Be There ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Not long after moving to San Diego with your fiancé, Jake, he’s declared missing in action. The Dagger Squad rallies around you as you grieve his loss, and you grow closer to one particular member of the team than you ever imagined.
On AO3
Gone Too Long ~ @wayward-and-worn Drabble Series
Beau Arlen x Reader ~ Author's Summary: What happens when Beau is away from her for too long.
Benny Lafitte & Reader ~ Author's Summary: This is what happens when you keep them from their lover.
Dean Winchester/Reader ~ Author's Summary: This is what happens when he's away from her too long.
Soldier Boy x Reader ~ Author's Summary: Set in the same timeline as “Old Habits” but taking place in the time before Soldier Boy’s “disappearance.” He’s back from a mission and he doesn’t want Countess. He wants her.
On Patreon
Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)
Another War ~ Author's Summary: Sam and Bucky are continuously bickering... even in the bedroom. (Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, F!Reader)
Keep Watching ~ Author's Summary: The journey is a long one and Y/N is tired of waiting for some fun... (Dean x F!Reader, Sam)
Stay With Me ~ Author’s Summary: Dean is into his second bottle of whiskey, desperate to drive his problems away. But he knows deep down, the booze isn't what he truly needs... (Dean Winchester x F!Reader)
Tremble Like a Flower ~ Author’s Summary: Soldier Boy likes to keep you for himself, using you whenever he feels the need to release a little extra tension... (Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader)
thinkinghardhardlythinking
Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 23 & 24 ~ Author’s Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man. A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.
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The Things We Do For The Fleet
Chapter 3: Appointments To Keep
eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader
⚠️: tiniest bit of language, drinking(Bones pours himself one drink)
word count: 842
<-Previous-Next->
Y/N and Uhura stuffed away their food as quickly as they could manage without choking on it, which Y/N did anyway, but was back in action after a few pats on the back from Uhura. They were practically buzzing with anticipation as they put their trays on the rack next to the replicators. “Come on!” Uhura urged, “I need to smell this cotton candy flower!” she shouted as they ran off the mess deck and down to the botanical labs.
As they came up on the fluorescent lights of botanical lab 3, Y/N unlocked the door and ushered Uhura in. “Shh!” Y/N giggled, “We have to be quiet, you’re not meant to be here because I haven’t finished all my tests,” Y/N warned lightly through a slowly dying fit of giggles. “What’s it do so far?” Uhura asked in wonder as she reached out to touch it,
“I wouldn’t touch it unless you’re prepared to be really happy” Y/N said as she batted Uhura’s hand away. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well so far it’s pretty harmless, aside from the fact that when you touch it, it opens up its blooms and spurts a puff of pollen. I don’t quite understand the chemical breakdown yet, but when you inhale the pollen you get a bit of a dopamine high” Y/N said as she turned a bright shade of pink. “How’d you figure that out?” Uhura asked with a raised brow and a smirk. “I touched when I was studying its petals, I spent the rest of my shift giggling to myself with the lights set on blue” Y/N admitted.
A knock came at the door, Y/N jumped at the noise, “Quick, hide behind the aquaponics shelves” Y/N pointed at the shelves and pushed Uhura that way. Y/N opened the door, “Oh, hello mister Spock” she greeted quietly, “I wasn’t expecting you, what brings you around?” Y/N wondered to him.
“I’m here to inform you of the new rooming arrangements,” Spock stated, “Uhm, new rooming?” Y/N asked nervously as she twisted the cuff of her uniform shirt. “Yes,” he started as he flipped through his padd briefly, “You will be roomed with Dr. McCoy. I understand that it is not customary to room a male and female, but unfortunately Dr. McCoy and yourself were the last two picked, so there really isn’t the room to switch your roomings,” Spock informed, paused for a short while to look down at Y/N.
“Okay,” Y/N accepted meekly, “You have until the end of the week to notify myself or Captain Kirk, of who’s room you’ll be consolidating into,” Spock nodded curtly before turning on his heel. “Also, Ms. Y/L/N, please send lieutenant Uhura up to the bridge,” Spock noted as he turned back momentarily to glance at the aquaponics shelves.
“Uhura, I think you’ve been caught,” Y/N giggled softly as Spock opened the door again and walked away. “Well it was nice to see this thing anyway,” Uhura said sadly as she followed Spock out the door.
I don’t think I’ve met Dr. McCoy, Y/N thought as she went to mist the new flower.
Where the hell is that green blooded pocket calculator?!? He’s late, what happened to all that punctuality nonsense from the other day!?, Leonard was waiting, rather impatiently, at his desk for the aforementioned Vulcan to show up for his physical.
“About time!” He hollered as Spock finally walked into the medbay. “I apologise for being late, I had one more errand to attend to, there was just one more person who needed to be informed of the new rooming arrangements,” Spock explained himself.
These words were to Leonard’s utter horror, as he realised this meant Y/N had been told before he could get to her. Not that Jim’s gotten back to me on where to find her, he began leading Spock into an exam room.
“Where are Y/N’s quarters right now?” Leonard asked as he finished Spock’s exam. “I believe that at the moment her quarters are only three doors to the left of your own,” Spock informed with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” Leonard asked, “We’re about to live in the same quarters, this is the least personal thing I’ll learn about her,” Leonard defended. “I’m sure that’s true,” Spock agreed as he left the medbay.
This is gonna be awkward, he entered his office and slid into his chair before pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
He downed his glass and headed back to his quarters. He began to put his things neatly into boxes, he already knew that anyone on board had to have more things than he did, so it just made sense that if all he had was paperwork and clothes, he should bring his things to Y/N’s quarters and not the other way around.
Leonard looked around his quarters to see it tidier than it had probably been since he first moved in. Wow, it doesn’t even look that different, he looked around seeing for the first time that it had always been fairly empty.
I feel like I’m on a roll here. I didn’t even think I had it in me to write a multi part fic. Anyway, hope you like ❤️
~I used Pixlr to generate an image of what the cotton candy flower might look like~
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Logos and Pathos (Book 2) Chapter Two
Spock x Empath! Reader
Chapter Two: Androids Disobeying
Summary: Mudd is planning his getaway from Planet Mudd, but the androids have other plans for him and the Enterprise crew.
“I trust you are enjoying yourselves, Mr. Spock, Mx. (L/N),” said Norman.
Now in a white bodysuit, he stood by a panel as the pair gazed around the room. It certainly appeared to be some sort of control room for some mechanics, but whether that included the androids or not was yet to be determined.
Spock nodded absently as he observed the room. “Very interesting. Very interesting.”
(Y/N) tilted their head as they watched Norman touch a glowing, crystal-like device on the panel. “That’s an unusual device. What is it?”
“It is our central control complex,” reported Norman.
“Did I understand that there are more than 200,000 of you?” asked Spock, returning to the panel and standing beside (Y/N).
“207,809,” said Norman precisely.
“This would seem to be a simple relay station,” said Spock. “Are all of you controlled through this device?”
The necklace reading “1” around Norman’s neck began beeping and flashing. Spock raised his eyebrows as theories began to form in his mind. (Y/N) frowned. If this was a human, they would try to sense Norman’s emotions, but with an android, they couldn’t. They were, admittedly, feeling a little out of their element.
“I am not programmed to respond in this area,” said Norman, his voice buffering.
Spock nodded, keeping Norman from feeling threatened. “Oh, that’s…quite understandable.”
(Y/N) and Spock stepped out the room, ostensibly to continue touring. In reality, they needed to speak without the androids around.
“Norman’s reaction to that question…he was buffering, wasn’t he?” asked (Y/N).
Spock nodded. “The activation of the necklace suggests our exchange was significant as well. We must report it to the Captain.”
“Right,” said (Y/N), nodding.
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As the Enterprise crew hostages gathered again in their quarters, Spock and (Y/N) approached Kirk.
“Captain, we’ve just had a most fascinating meeting with Norman, and I’m convinced we’ve discovered a very important inconsistency,” said Spock.
“Jim!” interrupted Bones, grinning as he entered the room with Mudd. “Jim, you should see the research facilities. They’ve got a lab down there that…Well, I could spend the rest of my life studying it.”
“I do so admire a man who devotes himself to knowledge,” said Mudd, smirking.
“Don’t lose your head, Bones,” warned Kirk. “Nobody’s staying anywhere.”
“Stubborn, Kirk, stubborn,” tsked Mudd.
“Well, I wouldn’t be bored, I can tell you that,” admitted Bones.
“Let go of me!” cried a Scottish accent, and everyone’s head snapped up. “Now, what are you doing?!” Scotty was nearly thrown into the room by Alice 27.
(Y/N) started. Scotty was not one of the original group asked to beam down. What was he doing there?
“The last one, my lord,” she said to Mudd.
“Excellent, excellent,” said Mudd in satisfaction. “Welcome to Mudd, Mr. Scott.”
“Harry Mudd!” cried Scotty. “Oh, you bourgeois frat, you. You’re the cause of all this, are you?”
“Scotty, you were ordered to stay aboard,” said Kirk.
“Aye, and I did,” said Scotty indignantly. “I stayed until that female Gargantua—” he jerked his thumb at Alice 27 “—threw me into the transporter beams.”
“What did she mean ‘the last one?’ ” asked (Y/N), glaring at Mudd.
“Didn’t I tell you?” said Mudd “innocently.” “I beamed a few dozen androids up to your ship. They’ve been sending your crew to the surface for the past couple of hours. They’re all down now.”
“Are you out of your mind?!” cried Kirk, grabbing Mudd. (Y/N) started at the flare of emotion from their captain as he shoved Mudd into a wall. “You can’t beam down an entire crew of a starship! Someone has to be on board!”
Mudd spluttered. “Well, there is an entire crew on board! An entire crew of androids.”
(Y/N) groaned. The androids had control of a whole starship now. Not only did that give them more power, it meant that they and their friends couldn’t contact someone on the ship to save them. Everyone was on Mudd.
“They learn very quickly,” continued Mudd, smiling nervously. “Uh, the fact is, I’ve taken over your whole ship. There’s nothing you can do about it.
Kirk narrowed his eyes and let go. “Harry…Harry, you’ll never get away with it.”
“Well, who’s to stop me?” asked Mudd smugly.
No wonder he never makes good decisions. His pride is a literal fog, thought (Y/N) as the heaviness of arrogance settled over their skin.
“Starfleet,” said Kirk sharply.
“Ah. But now, Captain, now I have a ship of my own, and it’s as fast as any in the fleet,” said Mudd happily. “So, how will they catch me, eh?” He chuckled. “Just think of it, laddie-buck. Harry Mudd with his own crew of lovelies aboard your vessel. Think about that.”
“I’m trying not to,” muttered Kirk.
Mudd just chuckled smugly and called for Alice to attend him as he walked away.
“He could successfully accomplish it, Captain,” said Spock. “(Y/N) and I have questioned a number of the androids, and they are totally loyal to Mudd. Perhaps of more concern is the fact that this android population can literally provide anything a humanoid being could ask for, in unlimited quantity.”
“Yes, I know; that’s what worries me,” said Kirk darkly. “How will my crew react in a world where they can have absolutely everything they want simply by…asking for it?”
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“What have they offered you, Spock?” asked (Y/N).
“The finest collection of scientific instruments I have ever observed,” said Spock. “I would be able to do research and converse with others who use pure logic for the rest of my life.”
“Are you interested?” questioned (Y/N) worriedly.
Spock crossed his arms. “I prefer sharing research so that others may continue it. I cannot do so while here.”
(Y/N) smiled in relief that Spock was as impervious to pathos appeals as ever.
“And you?” asked Spock.
(Y/N) shrugged. “They appealed to vanity. Offered me a body that will never age like Uhura.”
“You are not tempted?” asked Spock.
“A robotic body could rob me of my empathic abilities,” said (Y/N). “And then I wouldn’t be…me. Not really. And no amount of beauty is as important as that.”
Spock nodded. He didn’t understand the desire to feel emotions as keenly as they did, not after struggling with his own towards them, but he respected their desire to be themself. It was, after all, one of the qualities he admired about them.
(Y/N) ran a hand through their hair. “That being said, my empathy isn’t that helpful right now. Androids don’t feel. Or, at least, I’ve never met one that’s an advanced enough AI to do so.” They shrugged. “It’s disconcerting to be so out of my element.”
“You are a member of Starfleet for skills separate than that of your race,” said Spock, folding his arms behind his back. “Do not limit yourself to them.”
(Y/N) blinked, surprised at the little (and greatly unexpected) pep talk. “Thanks, Spock. I’ll remember that.”
Spock nodded as the rest of the crew returned to their quarters after being given their offers and tempted to happily reside on Mudd for the rest of their lives.
“Alright, here we are—birds in a gilded cage,” said Kirk, putting his hands on his hips. “The question is: how do we get out of here?”
“I don’t know, sir,” said Chekov. “But it’s a very nice, gilded cage.” He smiled cheekily.
“And it is a very pleasant place, Captain,” sighed Uhura dreamily.
“What did they offer you, Uhura?” asked Scotty.
“Oh, nothing really important. Just…immortality,” said Uhura, smiling.
“Alright. We’re getting back to the ship, and don’t you forget it,” said Kirk. “Straighten up. This may be a gilded cage, filled with everything you’ve always wanted, but it’s still a cage. We don’t belong here. We belong on that ship, up there.”
(Y/N) nodded. “Of course, Captain.”
“Do you require something, Lord?” asked Alice 473 as she walked into the room.
“No. Yes,” said Kirk. “My ship.”
“I am not programmed—”
“To respond in that area,” finished Kirk with Alice 473, sighing. “Yes, I know.”
“Is there anything any of you require, to please you?” asked Alice 473.
“Alice,” said Kirk, trying again. “Give us back our ship to please us. Return us to our ship because we desire it.”
Alice 473 smiled. “We are programmed to serve. We shall serve you to your best interests, to make you happy.”
“But we’re unhappy here,” said (Y/N).
Alice 473’s face fell. “Please explain ‘unhappy.’ ”
“Unhappiness is the state which occurs in the human when wants and desires are not fulfilled,” explained Spock.
“Which wants and desires are not fulfilled?” questioned Alice 473.
“We want the Enterprise,” said Kirk sharply.
Alice 473’s necklace flashed and beeped violently. (Y/N) cocked their head. This was the second time asking too many questions and trying to confuse the androids had resulted in buffering. There was a definite possibility they could use that to their advantage.
“The…Enterprise is not a want or desire,” said Alice 473, her voice buffering awkwardly. “It is a mechanical device.”
“No, it is a beautiful lady, and we love her!” declared Kirk.
The necklace shone bright yellow, and Alice 473 stiffened. “Illogical. Illogical. All units relate. All units. Norman, coordinate.”
Norman? thought (Y/N). She’s asking Norman for help? Hmm.
Finally, the necklace’s light switched off, and Alice 473 relaxed and smiled politely again. “Unhappiness does not relate. We must study this.” She turned and walked out of the room.
“Interesting,” said Kirk.
“Fascinating,” agreed Spock. He glanced at (Y/N), both thinking of the incident with Norman from earlier.
“Odd,” they said.
“Bones, have you had time to take any psychological readings of the androids?” asked Kirk.
“I did, and you can forget it,” said Bones. “They’re perfect. Flawless—mentally and physically. No weakness, perfectly disciplined. No vices, no fears, no faults. Just a sense of purpose.”
“And yet, they buffer. They get ‘confused,’ ” observed (Y/N).
Kirk narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. “Let’s go find out what the man behind all this has to say about them and keeping us here.”
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“Mudd, we have a few questions we want to ask you,” said Kirk as they were escorted into the throne room by androids.
“Oh, I’m afraid I won’t have time to answer them,” said Mudd happily. “My bags are all packed. The androids will take the Enterprise out of orbit in less that twenty-four hours. But it’s been a real pleasure having you here, Kirk. Is there anything I can get for you?”
“Yes, my ship,” repeated Kirk for the millionth time.
“Oh, you’re a stubborn fellow, aren’t you?” teased Mudd. “But I don’t mind. I don’t mind, not at all, because I’ll be leaving here quickly enough, and then, you can be stubborn at your own leisure. Alice 2, my love, will you have my bags transported up to the ship?”
“No, my Lord Mudd,” replied all the Alices and Norman.
“What?!” cried Mudd.
“Oh, boy,” murmured (Y/N) as they realized what was about to happen.
“We can no longer take your orders, Harry Mudd,” said Norman.
“Why not?!” questioned Mudd.
“Our makers were wise,” said Norman. “They programmed us to serve.”
“Yes, well, that’s what I’m saying,” said Mudd, attempting to reason with them. “Put my bags on the ship.”
“Mudd, they have other plans,” said (Y/N), their hands on their hips.
“You are correct, Lieutenant,” said Norman. “Harry Mudd is flawed, even for a human being. We recognized this from the beginning but used his knowledge to obtain more specimens. Your species is self-destructive. You need our help.”
“We prefer to help ourselves,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes slightly. “We make mistakes, but we learn from them.”
“We will not harm you, but we will take the starship, and you will remain on this planet,” said Norman.
“Oh, now-now, look here. You-You can’t do that!” cried Mudd. “Now, listen, to serve us, you must obey us.”
“No, my Lord Mudd,” responded the androids in sync.
“We cannot allow any race as greedy and corruptible as yours to have free run of the galaxy,” said Norman.
“I’m curious, Norman,” said Spock, taking a step from (Y/N)’s side to be nearer to the android. “Just how do you intend to stop them?”
“We shall serve them,” responded Norman. “Their kind will be eager to accept out service. Soon, they will become completely dependent on us.”
“Their aggressive and acquisitive instincts will be under our control,” said Alice 99.
“We shall…take care of them,” said Norman.
Spock’s eyebrows rose as he considered their words. “Eminently practical.”
“It would work,” admitted (Y/N).
“The whole galaxy controlled by your kind?” asked Kirk.
“Yes, Captain,” said Norman. “And we shall serve them, and you will be happy…and controlled.”
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Changes - Jim Kirk x Reader
Anonymous said: Ok so, I don't know if you're taking requests or if this is even considered an imagine, but... And stay with me on this one.... Can we have a kirkxreader (I thought of her being Bones' little sister but I give you free rein on that) oneshot based on this audio (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYh7hY6b/) ? I just think it fits really well and I love the previous fics you have done for star trek 🥺
a/n: link to audio mentioned- https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYh7hY6b/ I changed it a little bit because in the audio they’re married and that didn’t work with what I went with. and tweaked a line or two at the beginning as well.
warnings: swearing, trapped/trying to escape, arguing, talking about death and injury
reader is described as: female. no size, skin, or hair descriptors used :)
James Tiberius Kirk. Otherwise and often referred to as the biggest pain in your ass to ever grace the universe.
You couldn’t even count on your fingers anymore the amount of times that he had gotten into trouble and you had had to bail him out.
He was constantly being reckless with not just his own life, but others as well. It drove you absolutely insane. Add to that the fact that you were hopelessly in love with the man, and it made things a lot worse.
Any time he went on a mission without you, you waited with bated breath. Unknown to you, he did the same.
If you were being honest with yourself though, Jim had saved you just as many times, if not more. It just so happens that both of you had a tendency to get into bad situations.
The most recent occurrence of this had been a mission on a planet mostly made up of oceans. You had been sent to explore the surface of the oceans in a shuttle, accompanied by some science crew members.
You had flown the shuttle a little too close to the water at the request of one of the scientists who was trying to get life form readings, and a creature breaching the surface had knocked into the ship. As a result the shuttle ended up crashing into the water.
You sent off mayday signals immediately, hoping they reached the Enterprise before the shuttle lost function.
Jim had personally suited up and dove into the water to attach a line to your shuttle and pull you out.
The time before that, the roles were reversed and you had had to lead a small crew to beam aboard a ship that had taken Jim hostage and break him out. You beamed back to the Enterprise supporting most of his weight as he limped beside you with a fractured leg and covered in bruises.
Your brother was the one most irritated by these tendencies of yours. His best friend and his younger sister, always showing up in the medbay to be his problem.
You would mumble a “Sorry Len,” every time he sighed at the sight of you being carried into the medbay.
Despite your constant irritation with Jim, you did love him. Though you kept that to yourself, not even revealing it to your friends. Afraid of what it would mean to speak it into existence. Another level to your relationship with him that would inevitably cause changes. Change is scary, something you knew all too well.
So you continued on, saving him, begrudgingly thanking him when he saves you, keeping your feelings to yourself, and being bio-bed neighbors in the medbay.
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What had begun as just a typical away mission to investigate a planet, quickly dissolved into chaos, as it usually did with James T. Kirk in your experience.
Jim had called your name and you joined him on the transporter along with a few other personnel.
The planet seemed normal, as they always do at first. On your way through a town that seemed to have been abandoned, Jim ordered everyone to split into pairs to get a look around.
You rolled your eyes when he paired himself with you but followed your captain as he entered a building.
Now, you wish you had done anything else.
The exploration had led the two of you downstairs and gotten you trapped. The door had swung shut upon entry and no matter how much you pounded on the metal, it refused to yield.
And as your frustration built, you turned it on the only other person in the room with you.
“This is just fantastic, Jim. Absolutely fantastic.” you say, venom coating your words as you shoot a glare in his direction.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve the blame!” Jim responds indignantly.
“Are you kidding? I never knew pain until I met you!”
“Oh please, and I suppose you’re the one that’s keeping me together.”
“It would seem so,” you answer through gritted teeth, trying in vain to pull the door open.
“Oh is it now?”
“Yes!” you respond, throwing your arms into the air.
“Proving my point!” Jim scoffs, as he looks around the room for any other exits.
“Yes, yes, helping man kind, helping friends. But the framework revealed the truth. It’s all ego.”
“Oh, ego?”
“Yeah!”
“I would love to deal with ego.” Jim says.
“Would you?” you respond, matching his sarcasm.
“Guess why? Your ego likes to pretend that you’re Jane Goodall saving helpless little creatures like me.”
You scoff, “I do not think I’m saving you!”
“Oh, of course you do!”
“Listen, if anything it’s always you saving me!”
“Alright, don’t start that.”
“Yes, yes because you saved me in the future, you saved me on Vulcan, and you saved me when we were trapped at the bottom of the ocean.” You finally step away from the door with a final bang of your fist echoing against the metal. “Well, I guess we’re stuck in here together.”
“Yeah, well. That’s what happens. Get stuck and almost die, just a normal day for us. Hopefully this time you don’t injure yourself trying to save me.”
“I’m allowed to want to save you!” you shout.
“And I’ll save you every time or I’ll die trying! I don’t care!” he matches your yelling.
“Me too, because I love you!”
“Yeah, well I love you too!”
“Well then why are we yelling?”
“I don’t know!!” he yells back and with nothing left to yell at one another, you stand staring at each other, both breathing heavily.
A loud noise startles the both of you and breaks your staring as you both turn to face the door. It swings open to reveal the rest of your team.
Your first thought, however shallow, is a vain hope that none of them had heard your screaming match with the Captain.
The sympathetic look you get from one of the security ensigns dashes that hope quickly.
You take a deep breath and steel yourself as you march past the team and out of the building, giving them a curt nod as thanks for freeing you, and ignoring Jim’s soft call of your name.
Once back outside you don’t wait for the others to join you before you open your communicator and ask Scotty to beam you back to the Enterprise.
Scotty is visibly confused when it is only you and tries to ask you what happened but you brush him off as gently as you can in your current state before rushing to your quarters.
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Hours of thinking over your argument with Jim have lead you to his door. Standing in the hallway and grasping at whatever courage you have.
Your words die in your throat as you meet Jim’s eyes.
“You love me.” you finally are able to croak out, barely a whisper, a stark change from the shouting you did earlier.
Jim’s eyes soften, “And you love me.”
“We’re very bad at this.”
“I know.” he says with a short laugh.
“I’m still gonna get mad at you when I have to save you.”
“I would expect nothing less. Can’t have too much change, can we?” he steps forward and reaches out a hand to you.
“No, not too much.” you place your hand in his and let him pull you closer. “A little bit won’t hurt though.”
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Change In Plans
Pairing: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy x F!Reader. Other Characters: Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Cmdr. Spock, Scotty, Christine Chapel, Annie (OFC, F!Reader’s BFF).
Word Count: 8608
Warnings: Mutual pining, friends to lovers, one-bed, near-drowning, allusion to sexy times, FLUFFFFF for the most part (y’all know me by now).
Summary: It’s time for shore leave from the Enterprise, and Capt. Kirk and his friends have rented a mountain cabin for some “guys time”. The Reader and her friends had plans of their own, but they mysteriously got cancelled at the last minute. Spock saves the day by suggesting the girls come up to the cabin, where the Reader and Dr. McCoy may be forced to come to terms with their feelings for one another.
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Dr. Leonard McCoy sat in his chair on the porch of the rented mountain cabin. He took a sip from his cup of coffee and then a deep breath of the crisp, clean air. Normally, he would be sleeping at seven o'clock in the morning, like everyone else was. However, he decided to take advantage of the peace and quiet before the hustle and bustle of the day took over. A well-deserved, two-week shore leave from the Enterprise had begun.
The doctor was bunking in one of the four bedrooms in the cabin, with the captain, Cmdr. Spock, and Scotty, Chief Engineer each having his own quarters. Jim's plan was for them to spend their time doing as most men do. That meant there would be fishing, swimming, hiking, and of course, drinking around a campfire.
Inside the cabin, the layout was an open-floor plan, with a large, modern kitchen and a dining table long enough to seat 8-10 people. The main living area boasted a plush L-shaped sofa and a flat-screen TV, the size of which could rival a movie screen.
It was Jim's idea for their shore leave to be a "Guys Only" vacation of sorts, at least that was the goal. It wasn't that the trip was meant to exclude any of the female members of his crew. In fact, each man had a woman in his life that he was either involved with, or wanted to be.
Spock had Lt. Nyota Uhura, Chief Communications Officer, with whom he'd been in a committed relationship for the past couple of years. Jim was currently working his magic on the Head Nurse, Christine Chapel. Even Scotty could be found verbally sparring with the newest crew member and your best friend, Annie, on an almost daily basis.
For Dr. McCoy, whether you knew it or not, you were the object of his affections. You were a lead member of the Stellar Sciences team, studying and mapping stars, nebulae and other cosmic entities. The two of you occasionally crossed paths in the turbolift or the Mess Hall, usually while running from one task to the next. On occasion, you stopped by the MedBay on one of your breaks to share some witty conversation with him.
Sometimes you had an opportunity to slow down and spend more than a few minutes or even hours talking together. The two of you frequently met on the Observation Deck, sharing a late-night snack. Your conversations flowed easily and covered nearly anything. Silence was a rarity in those meetings, which is why Leonard treasured those times the most. He didn't know how or when it happened, but at some point, his feelings for you stretched beyond mere friendship and into something more.
Perhaps it was because of the way your eyes lit up with excitement when you talked about a new project. Or maybe it was your smile or the sound of your laughter, and how much better he felt after being around you. It may also be your kindness, which seemed to know no bounds, always willing to help. And to him, you were just as beautiful on the outside as you were on the inside.
When Dr. McCoy returned to the kitchen with his now-empty cup of coffee, he noticed that two of his fellow vacationers were already awake. He walked over to the counter where the coffee pot was still warm and poured himself another cup. When he was finished fixing up his coffee, he turned to face his fellow cabin mates and bid them good morning.
"Good morning, Doctor," greeted Spock. "You appear to be in a most agreeable mood for so early in the day," he observed.
"That's because I woke up about an hour before the rest of you, so this place was practically silent. Aside from all the snoring, that is," McCoy smirked.
"I do not snore," Scotty retorted indignantly.
"Dr. McCoy did not specify that it was you, Mr. Scott. In fact, I did not hear anyone specifically accused of snoring," Spock noted. "Although, if one were to speculate, I am certain we can all agree that the captain--"
"Most assuredly does not snore, Spock," Kirk interjected as he walked over to the coffee pot. "Good morning, everyone," he greeted.
McCoy and Spock locked eyes across the room after the captain's last remark. Spock tilted his head nearly imperceptibly in Kirk's direction. In response, McCoy gave a subtle nod and smiled around a sip of coffee.
"So, laddies, what kind of shenanigans are we up to today?" Scotty beamed as he rubbed his hands together.
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"I'm sorry, what? Our reservations were cancelled? How--when did this happen?!?" you thundered. For your shore leave, you and your friends were supposed to be enjoying your time at an all-inclusive resort on some tropical island. However, those plans were now shattered with the cancellation, and someone else had already claimed your reservation.
"It shows in our records that someone called two days ago on your behalf and cancelled the reservation. Said you'd reconsidered and had made other plans," the clerk explained.
"But I haven't made any other plans, although I suppose I'll have to now, won't I?" you snapped.
"I am terribly sorry, ma'am. However, because it appears that an error may have occurred on our end, any deposits you made will be refunded to your account. We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience that may have been caused. Thank you," the clerk stated before hanging up.
You stared at the device in your hand as the light confirmed that the call had been completely disconnected. "Yeah, thanks. For nothing, that is," you muttered. After placing your phone in your pocket, you walked out of your room to rejoin your friends and share the news. "Well, ladies, it looks like the beach is out. Someone called the resort and cancelled our reservations. Anyone have any other ideas?" you asked.
"I've got one, but I'll need to make a call first, see if accommodations can still be made," Uhura answered. "It's for a cabin in the mountains. There are hiking trails, plenty of fishing and swimming at the nearby lake, a place to go horseback riding and all sorts of other stuff. Plus, campfires at night," she grinned.
"Well, it's no island in the tropics, but still sounds great!" you replied, with the others nodding in agreement. "Go make your call, we'll be right here. Fortunately, we're all pretty much packed, even though we may have to substitute some clothing choices," you chuckled.
Uhura stepped into your bedroom and closed the door. She couldn't help but smile as she pressed the contact for her boyfriend, hoping that his phone still had service.
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Spock and the others were headed out to town to rent some canoes for the day. He had just walked out the door when his phone rang and smiled tenderly when he saw who it was. "Hello, ashayam," Spock answered. "Is everything all right?" he inquired.
"Hello to you, ashalik," Uhura responded with a smile. "Our plans for the beach resort were suddenly cancelled, and we were wondering something. Would you and the guys maybe want some company? Everything here is pretty well booked solid, including most of the outgoing transports. We really don't want to be stuck on the ship for our shore leave," she explained.
"That is unfortunate to hear," Spock remarked, then a thought occurred to him. "There is plenty of room here, many activities, and we can always go into town for more supplies," he reasoned.
"Are you sure? We wouldn't want to impose on your plans," Uhura replied.
"Ashayam, I would appreciate nothing more than to see you and spend time with you. Besides, it would give the others a chance to spend time with the object of their affection. Even if they are....reluctant to admit that they have one," Spock added.
"Tell me about it. I think it's about time some feelings were brought out into the open. Okay, I'll let the girls know, then we'll load up our gear and see you soon. I love you, ashalik," Uhura remarked.
"And I you. Safe travels, ashayam," Spock answered. After the call disconnected, he climbed into the waiting vehicle to begin the journey down the mountain to the lake.
Uhura closed her eyes and sent up a silent thanks that the alternate plans for shore leave will be a success. She walked out of your bedroom with a huge smile on her face. "Anyone up for a cabin in the mountains?" she asked.
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"You did what?" Kirk asked, shocked.
Spock explained the situation to his friends about what happened to your shore leave plans, and that he suggested a possible solution. He was certain that his friends would agree with his decision to invite you and your friends to join them at the cabin. Unfortunately, he did not anticipate their level of resistance to such a logical alternative.
"Spock, are you kidding me?" Kirk grumbled. "This was supposed to be just us guys hanging out together. How're we supposed to do that with the girls around?" he muttered.
"I do not understand how 'hanging out' would be any different with a mixed group of men and women, as opposed to only men or only women, Captain," Spock replied.
Scotty laid a hand on Spock's shoulder, causing Spock to turn and meet Scotty's gaze. "See, it's like this, laddie. When there's no lassies around, guys can say and do things that the lassies may not approve of. Drinkin', swearin', tellin' naughty jokes, tha' type of stuff. But you bring a lassie into the mix and she don't wanna be hearin' none o' tha'. 'Cause it'll be nothin' but her scoldin' ye and tellin' ye ta stop gettin' rowdy," Scotty explained, shaking his finger at Spock.
Spock pondered Scotty's explanation for a bit. "I still fail to see why this should be a problem. I have seen Uhura and her friends engage in the drinking and sometimes the swearing, even becoming 'rowdy' at times. As her significant other, I have yet to 'scold' her for these activities. However, I have seen her friends reprimand each other when one of them engages in this type of behavior," he commented.
"You just want to see your girlfriend," Kirk muttered.
McCoy watched in amusement as his friends discussed the merits and downfalls of spending time with you and your friends. "Jim, Scotty, you're not going to convince Spock that this is a bad idea. Time to accept it and move on," he remarked. "Out of curiosity, Spock, who will be accompanying your girlfriend?" he asked.
Spock smiled briefly and stated that you, Christine and Annie would be accompanying Uhura. McCoy's eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up close to his hairline at the mention of your name. "And just where exactly will these lovely ladies be sleeping? If I remember correctly, there are only enough rooms for the four of us," McCoy noted dryly.
"Ah, don't worry about it, Bones," Jim grinned and clapped a hand on McCoy's shoulder. "I'm sure we can figure something out. Uhura can bunk with Spock, Annie with Scotty and Christine with me. That leaves you-know-who, bunking with you," he smirked.
As Jim walked away, McCoy briefly entertained the notion of sharing a room with you. It had a king-sized bed, which was spacious enough that the two of you could sleep together without touching each other. Well, where's the fun in that? he silently chuckled. Leonard supposed he would wait until you arrived to start worrying about a discussion over the sleeping arrangements. He briefly considered that this may also be a sign, one that was telling him it was time to do something about his feelings for you.
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A few hours later, and you and your girls had arrived at the cabin, only to find a note to say where the men had gone. It said they had rented canoes and were out fishing, but would be back sometime after noon. The four of you unloaded your bags and brought them into the cabin, along with some groceries. You left your duffels in the living room while you waited further instructions on sleeping arrangements.
Before driving up the long and winding mountain road to the cabin, you stopped at the local supermarket for some supplies. Since you would be arriving around lunchtime, you picked up meats, cheeses and various spreads for deli sandwiches. To make up for imposing on their plans, you also bought some additional supplies for burgers and hot dogs, spaghetti and chili.
On a whim, you added a two bags of marshmallows, two boxes of graham crackers and some chocolate bars to the cart. From camping trips with Annie and your family, you had learned how to toast the perfect marshmallow. Maybe I'll have a chance to show Dr. McCoy, you thought, your cheeks growing warm at the notion. A good bottle of bourbon and some margarita mix also found their way into your cart. No way am I going to spend this entire time completely sober, you decided.
Two weeks in a mountain cabin with Dr. Leonard McCoy, your late-night conversation companion. Through these evening meetings, the two of you had formed a solid friendship. He was a tall, charming, Southern gentleman to be sure, and a damned sexy one at that. Combine that with his jet-black hair to his soulful hazel eyes, and he was a force to be reckoned with.
Somewhere along the way, your thoughts turned into feelings of more than friendship with Leonard. However, you knew about his past marriage to Jocelyn and that they'd had a young daughter, Joanna, the light of his life. After the way the marriage ended, you had the feeling that he may not be ready for a relationship quite yet.
For this reason, you declined to do or say anything about your feelings for him, solid in the belief that they weren't reciprocated. If being friends was as far as it would go, you would have to accept it and cherish the time you spent together. Thus the reason for the alcohol, you affirmed to yourself.
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When Jim and his friends returned to the cabin, the first thing they noticed was the collection of bags near the door. This indicated that their "guests" had arrived, and were somewhere on the cabin's property. Laughter from out on the back patio drew their attention and confirmed where the women had gathered. Kirk, Spock and Scotty returned their fishing gear to the storage area, while Leonard wandered over to the patio area.
"Hey, does anyone want a refill?" you called over your shoulder. Annie and Christine held up what you presumed to be empty beer bottles, signaling they were ready for more. "Coming right up--oof!" you promised. No sooner had you turned around that you ran into something solid, causing you to stumble backwards. You would have fallen, had strong, capable hands not caught you by the wrist and elbow.
"Whoa there, sweetheart, are you okay?" you heard a voice say. When you locked eyes with your rescuer, you were mortified to see that you had run smack-dab into Dr. McCoy.
You took a deep breath before allowing him to guide you back to an upright position. "I am so sorry, Dr. McCoy! Thank you very much for not letting me fall. Guess I should watch better where I'm going, huh?" you chuckled nervously.
"Aw, that's all right. Takes more than a pretty little thing like you to knock me over," McCoy grinned then winked.
"I--um--I suppose--yeah, sure it would," you stammered then quickly recovered. "Oh hey! Before I forget, we got some groceries in town before we got here. There are some deli sandwiches in the fridge for you guys. You know, if you're hungry," you added.
"That's mighty sweet of you ladies," McCoy drawled.
"Well, it's the least we can do in exchange for y'all sharing the cabin with us," you replied shyly. With a new margarita and two fresh bottles of beer in your hand, you closed the refrigerator with your hip. "Come out and join us when you have a chance," you suggested.
Leonard gave you a smile and a nod in response. Once he was sure you'd made it back out the door without further incident, he rushed to his room to get ready for a shower. He thought you were cute the way you got so flustered after running into him. Leonard decided he was going to test the waters with you, show you some of how he feels about you and hold on for the ride.
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After his shower, Jim reviewed the contents of the pantry and the refrigerator. He noticed the tray of deli sandwiches and helped himself to a turkey and provolone on wheat bread. He added some yellow mustard to the bread before cutting the sandwich in half. As he enjoyed his lunch, he looked around and was surprised to see the marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate.
Christine walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of iced tea before returning to the patio. She watched Jim as he was customizing his sandwich, then she grabbed an apple from the counter. "How was your fishing trip, Captain?" she asked.
"Didn't catch much worth talking about, not enough to make a meal anyway, so we let 'em go. And it's Jim, please. We are on vacation, after all, Christine," Kirk grinned.
"If you say so, Jim," Christine chuckled. "Coming outside?" she inquired. "I'll save you a seat by me," she promised.
"On my way," Jim quickly grabbed his sandwich that he'd wrapped in a napkin and hurried to open the door for Christine. She returned to her side of the double seat lounge chair, while Jim took the other. "By the way, whose idea was it to have S'mores?" he wondered.
Uhura, Annie and Christine all immediately pointed to you. "What? Did you think I was going to let this lovely fire pit go to waste? Besides, I know the secret to roasting the perfect marshmallow," you declared loftily.
"Is that so?" Leonard questioned from the patio doorway. He was wearing a light blue StarFleet Medical T-shirt with charcoal gray sweatpants. His raven hair looked even darker, spiky in places, and still wet from his shower. He strode over and sat down in the chair next to you, then took a sip from his tumbler of bourbon. "And what, pray tell, is the secret to roasting the perfect marshmallow?"
God help me, he is one gorgeous hunk of man, you thought. You closed your eyes and vigorously shook your head. "Nope. Nuh-uh. If you want to know my secret marshmallow roasting technique, you have to find me the sticks for it," you affirmed as you leaned toward him in your chair.
"Deal. And I'll expect a full tutorial with step-by-step instructions, sweetheart," Leonard challenged. He leaned closer to you, close enough for you to see how vibrant his eyes were. The two of you stared at each other for a moment or two longer, during which Leonard's smile stretched into a grin.
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Dinner consisted of burgers and hot dogs on the grill, with Capt. Kirk in charge of the cooking. Annie made a batch of her family's recipe for potato salad, while you opted to make Bourbon Baked Beans. This was not without protest by Dr. McCoy, who insisted that there were much better uses for bourbon than in a pot of beans. His objections were quickly silenced when he sampled a bite and grudgingly accepted your take on the side menu item.
You and Dr. McCoy were on the cleanup crew, with you washing the dishes, while he dried and put them away. Before rejoining the others on the patio, you rummaged through your bag until you found a pair of sleep pants to keep you warm and comfy. You stepped into the bathroom to change, then put your jeans from earlier back in your bag and zipped it.
"Don't you want to put your bag in a room, instead of leaving it out here?" McCoy asked.
"I could, but I should keep my bags nearby, since I'll be sleeping out here on the couch," you replied.
"What? That's ridiculous and probably won't be very comfortable either," he pointed out.
"Ridiculous or not, I'm not going to kick you or anyone out of his room, Dr. McCoy. I'll be all right," you assured him as you continued your preparations for sleep.
Leonard rolled his eyes, then walked over and took the pillow out of your hands. "There's plenty of space in my room with a king-sized bed. And I swear, on my honor as a gentleman, I will not take any unfair advantage," he promised, placing his hand over his heart. Without further comment, he picked up one of your bags. You followed with your other bag down the hall to his room.
But what if I want you to take 'advantage'? you thought, then shook your head. He's just being considerate, making sure I'm comfortable. That's all, you admonished yourself.
"Here we are, sweetheart. Which side of the bed would you like?" Leonard asked.
"Um, I'll take the right side, i-if that's okay," you answered.
"Right side it is," he grinned. After you arranged your toiletries in the ensuite bathroom, you zipped up your bag and placed it in the corner, out of the way. "Shall we?" he asked, holding out his arm for you to take. "As promised, I gathered some sticks for roastin' marshmallows," he remarked, leaning closer to you. "I'm looking forward to learning at the feet of the master," he whispered, his warm breath caressing your ear.
"Then by all means, let's begin the lesson," you replied breathily. You looped your arm through his and the two of you walked into the kitchen and gathered the supplies for the S'mores.
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"Hey, there you are!" Kirk's voice boomed out as you and Leonard stepped onto the patio. "We were wondering what happened to you two," he smirked and suggestively waggled his eyebrows.
You rolled your eyes at his suggestion. "Not everything is about sex, Jim," you retorted. "But never mind that, it's time to show y'all how to properly roast a marshmallow," you remarked.
Leonard reached over and handed you one of the sticks he had gathered prior to the evening meal. The ends had been perfectly whittled to a point, with the outer bark removed and the tender inner wood exposed. He held out the stick with two marshmallows skewered on the end. "Now, teach me, O Wise One," he grinned.
"Avec plaisir, Monsieur le Docteur," you replied. "Now anyone can 'roast' a marshmallow by putting it into a flame. But, with all that sugar, you end up with a blackened, charcoal mess. And not too tasty, either." You walked around the fire pit, looking for the best heat source for the marshmallows.
Leonard watched intently as you chose the best place to start roasting the marshmallow. You sat near enough to the fire to get the marshmallow to where you wanted it, but not enough to be in any danger. Once you settled in, he knelt down behind you to observe your technique.
"See, the trick is to use the embers. That's where it's hottest, but you're less likely to 'flame out', so to speak," you explained.
From his position, Leonard observed your movements, completely entranced by the concentration and softness in your voice as you continued. He could see a reflection of the flames as they danced in your eyes.
"You kinda have to keep turning it like a rotisserie, so it's even on all sides. That way it all gets golden brown, instead of torched," you added. "A few more turns, et voilà. The perfectly cooked marshmallow," you remarked with a smile.
Leonard brought the end of the stick closer so he could examine them and to see if there were any burnt spots. "Well, I'll be. These have to be the best looking roasted marshmallows I've ever seen," he affirmed.
You carefully slid the marshmallow off of the end and immediately Leonard tried to take it from your fingers. "Ah ah ah, open up Dr. McCoy," you smirked. He stopped trying to poach the sweet treat from you and opened his mouth for you to place it on his tongue. When he broke the delicate crust, it gave way to a melted but not molten center. It also released a groan of appreciation from the good doctor.
"Now that one was perfectly roasted. Color me impressed," McCoy remarked. "Got plans for the other one?" he teased.
You were about to slide the other one off of the stick when Leonard's hand stopped you. "Allow me," he coaxed softly. Out of curiosity, you removed your hand and watched as Leonard removed the other marshmallow from the stick.
Leonard held it out in front of your mouth in invitation. Realizing he wanted to replicate your earlier move, you opened your mouth but closed your eyes. Moments later, you felt the gooey center grace your tongue when you bit down and the golden crust cracked open.
When you opened your eyes, Leonard's face was inches away from yours, his eyes crinkled with amusement. Suddenly it felt like you were the only two people out on that patio, enjoying the evening. He couldn't help the smile on his face, but neither could you resist mirroring his expression. You were just about to reach up to caress his cheek with your hand when you heard someone loudly clearing his throat behind you.
"Uh, if the two of you are done with whatever it is you're doing, how about letting the rest of us in on the fun?" Kirk heckled.
It was in that moment you realized most everyone was engrossed in the scene unfolding between you and Dr. McCoy. Your cheeks became enflamed with embarrassment. You looked down at the nearly full bag of marshmallows and immediately scooped it up. "You're absolutely right, Captain. My apologies for monopolizing the evening," you scrambled to your feet, bag in hand. You dropped it into the captain's lap as you walked by on your way back into the house.
Leonard stood as well, helplessly watching as you bolted for the door to the kitchen. He shook his head in frustration at his best friend's comments. He hoped that they didn't shatter the connection he was feeling with you. As he rushed past, Kirk grabbed his arm. "Bones, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset her," Jim affirmed.
"Yeah, I know Jim. I'm going in to check on her," Leonard assured him. When he walked in, you were standing at the sink, glass of water in your hand. "You okay?" he asked tentatively.
You gave him a smile, but he could tell it didn't reach your eyes. "I'm fine, Leonard. No harm done," you replied softly. "Don't really like being the center of attention," you chuckled nervously. "I think I'm going to turn in. Goodnight," you turned to head down the hallway.
Leonard caught your wrist, stopping you from leaving. "No, wait! Please don't go," he pleaded. "Jim was just being an ass, as usual," he added. After a beat, he tugged on your hand and gestured towards the patio with his head. "C'mon, let's go back out and enjoy the rest of the evening. Please?" he entreated.
You nodded in agreement and saw his shoulders relax in relief, then he held out his arm for you to take. "Thank you, Leonard," you responded as you looped your arm through his. He covered your hand with his own and held it snugly against his side.
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When you rejoined your friends, you were surprised to see everyone with a marshmallow-covered stick in their hands. You hovered in the doorway with Leonard, observing the situation. Finally, Scotty noticed that the two of you had returned and beamed at the turn of events. "Aye, lass! Thank goodness you're here! Will ye come over and show me what I'm doin' wrong, because I keep burnin' me marshmallows!" he grumbled.
"I'll be right back," you whispered to Leonard before reaching up and pecking his cheek. You slipped your arm out of Leonard's hold and took a seat next to Scotty. "I would be happy to take you through the steps, Mr. Scott," you replied. "Show me the first thing you're doing."
Jim walked over to where Leonard was still standing, continuing to watch as you interacted with Scotty. "Everything okay, Bones?" he asked.
Not taking his eyes off of you for a second, he replied, "Yeah, Jim, everything's fine. She just got a little flustered I think, with all that attention on her."
The men stood off to the side, watching the events occurring around the campfire. "Scotty is going to drive her crazy with all of his questions," Jim chuckled.
"Nah, he won't. She's a patient woman. Thoughtful, intelligent, has a great sense of humor, beautiful," Leonard whispered the last word. He nearly laughed out loud when he saw how Scotty reacted when he was finally successful with his roasting attempts.
"So when are you going to tell her how you feel about her?" Jim asked.
At this, Leonard's head whipped around, only to be staring into Jim's knowing eyes. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered.
"You're a smart man, Bones, I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about," Jim countered.
"Okay, so maybe I do, but she probably doesn't feel the same way about me. Hell, she was going to sleep on the couch instead of sharing my room," he retorted.
"That doesn't mean anything!" Kirk persisted. "Maybe she didn't want to presume that you'd want to share your room. But you did talk her out of sleeping on the couch, right?" he wondered.
Leonard rolled his eyes. "Of course I did. And in answer to your earlier question, even if I did have feelings for her....I don't know when or even if I'd tell her. I wouldn't want to lose the friendship we have or the time we spend together. I don't want that to change when I find out that she doesn't care for me the way I care for her," he finished.
Now it was Jim's turn to roll his eyes. Since you and your friends arrived, he and nearly everyone else have been keeping tabs on how you and his best friend have been interacting. He could see that you've been holding back as well, probably with the same concerns as Leonard was having. Time will tell, he thought. "Bones, don't give up hope. I have a feeling that things will work out for the two of you in the end," Jim replied, clapping Leonard on his shoulder before returning to his seat.
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As soon as Scotty was finished, you were surprised to see Spock take the seat Scotty had recently vacated. "I am fascinated by your approach to cooking the large mushy sugar pellets by using the sharpened end of a fallen tree branch," he commented. "Where did you learn this technique and how long have you been working to perfect it?"
Leonard felt a twinge of jealousy at how intense your conversation with Spock appeared to be. He knew that Spock was in a relationship, but Leonard wanted your attention for himself, and didn't want to share you. Besides, he'd heard Spock's questions and had to admit he was curious himself about just where you'd acquired your knowledge of the outdoors. So Leonard wandered over and took a seat on the other side of you, parking himself a little closer to you than he was before.
Before continuing, you glanced at Leonard over your shoulder and gave him a smile. Sensing what he was up to, you casually took his hand in yours and rested them both around your mid-thigh. "Oh, I've worked on it for a good many years. My family and I used to go camping on the weekends and Annie used to come with us. Usually we'd pack up and go out whenever school wasn't in session. She's the one who taught me how to roast 'em perfect every time," you smiled pointing to your best friend.
Annie raised her glass to you at the mention of her name. "Damn right I did, Sis," she affirmed.
You laughed and raised your glass in tribute as well. "Then I joined the Academy, so I wasn't going on as many camping trips with my family for long periods of time. I'm a little out of practice," you admitted sheepishly.
"I think you picked it back up without any trouble, sweetheart. In fact, I reckon I'm ready to put your teachings to use and try one of these on my own," Leonard remarked.
While he concentrated on his task of marshmallow roasting, you quietly observed Leonard. At first glance, there was no doubt that he was an attractive, good-looking man. His bright hazel eyes sometimes appeared to hold a bit of mischief. Nonetheless, they drew you in and for some reason, had yet to let you go, not that you wanted him to. And you couldn't get out of your head how supremely kissable his lips looked and how desperate you were to find out.
As the night went on, more marshmallows were roasted, more stories were told, and the closer you and Leonard got to one another. At first it was just sitting next to each other, knees gently touching and holding hands. Before long, your arm was around Leonard's waist with your head on his shoulder. His arm was then around your shoulders, his cheek resting on the crown of your head.
One by one, the couples decided to call it a night, until it was just you and Leonard around the fire. He glanced down to see that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he smiled softly to himself. His heart soared that you felt comfortable enough with him to let your guard down and sleep, and that you let him hold you while doing so.
Leonard grazed his knuckles on your cheek and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. "You are so lovely," he whispered. "You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart, but I'll spend as long as it takes to show you," he murmured.
He kissed your forehead again, which caused you to stir and your eyelids to flutter open. You gave him a sleepy smile then released your hold on Leonard so you could stretch. The fire was nothing more than embers at this point, but they could not be left unattended. As if he read your mind, Leonard moved to douse the fire, while you picked up any loose belongings. There were a few empty drink glasses, which you gathered in one hand and took Leonard's hand in the other.
Back in Leonard's room, you both moved about, completing your nightly routines. You climbed in from the right side and sat on the edge, waiting for Leonard to join you. He slipped into bed on his side and was just about to get comfortable when he saw you looking expectantly at him. "Something wrong, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Um....yes--no, nothing's wrong, but....," you started. His silence was indication enough that he was listening, so you continued. "I thought I should tell you that I sleep pretty close to the middle of the bed, so if you do as well, I wanted to let you know."
"Oookay....I appreciate you letting me know, but it's not a big deal. I pretty much stick to the middle myself, especially in a bed this big," he lightly chuckled.
"Oh. Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is, we were pretty comfortable outside, if you wanted to continue that, I would....I would be in favor," you added.
Now he understood, and only barely resisted the urge to laugh out loud. He held out his arms in invitation, and you slipped the rest of the way beneath the blankets. You scooted towards the middle until you were enveloped in Leonard's arms, facing him. "Goodnight, sweetheart," he mumbled then closed his eyes.
"Goodnight, Leonard," you replied but did not close your eyes right away. Despite only having been asleep not thirty minutes ago while outside, you didn't drift off right away. You listened for the sound of Leonard's breathing as it evened out. Thinking he was sleeping, your free hand gently brushed the hair from his forehead. "You are such a wonderful man, Leonard McCoy," you whispered. "I wish I could find the courage to tell you what it means to have you in my life. Maybe someday I will, but for now, sweet dreams," you murmured.
Leonard opened one eye and saw that you had finally closed your eyes. He smiled in his sleep, content with the knowledge that you had no idea he heard every word. It only served to strengthen his resolve to finally confess how he feels about you. He closed his eyes again and drifted off to sleep.
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A few days later, everyone decided to go swimming at the lake. One section of it had a man-made beach, with sections marked off for sand volleyball and other beach pursuits. There was a long pier that stretched out into the lake with a wide platform at the end. You, Uhura, Christine and Annie decided to walk out to the end and wait for the guys to arrive.
When you got there, a small group of men were already clowning around in the water. They had to have been in their 20s, but were acting like they were at least 10 years younger than that. They were taking turns racing down the pier and jumping into the water, trying to see who could jump the farthest.
You and your friends collectively rolled your eyes at their antics, and resolved to stay as far away from them as possible. The guys were bringing the chairs, blankets and the coolers with food and drinks inside for a picnic on the beach. You turned to see that they had arrived and were setting things up, so you and your girls started to head back.
The next set of events seemed to happen in a blur. Just as you decided to leave, a shoving match broke out among the 20-somethings. They were shouting at each other about something, and what began as a small disagreement between two of them soon involved the whole group.
As the anger continued to build, the men pushing each other were coming dangerously close to you. One of the men gave the other a final shove, which propelled him into you. It drove you off the side of the pier and into the lake, and you caught a lungful of air in the process.
Leonard looked up in time to see you get knocked off the pier into the water. When you didn't surface right away, he dropped everything, raced down the pier and jumped in to find you. Jim, Spock and Scotty followed down the pier, while Uhura, Christine and Annie waited on the beach, hands over their mouths in shock.
The water was slightly murky, making it a little difficult for Leonard to find you, but his eyes soon locked onto you. He wrapped his arm around you, pulled you to the surface and made his way to the pier. When Leonard reached the platform, Jim and the others helped to bring you up on the deck. Leonard hoisted himself up and crawled over to your side to assess your condition.
Leonard tilted your head to one side to drain any water from your mouth and nose that may have collected there. He tapped your cheek, first one then the other. "Come on sweetheart, I need you to open your eyes for me," he pleaded. He reached for your wrist to feel for a pulse, but didn't find one. "Her lips are blue, she's not getting any air. Hold on for me darlin'," he begged.
He tilted your head back, pinched your nose and breathed into your mouth. Then he started chest compressions, while your friends kept people back and out of the way. "Please love, come back to me," he whispered. After what felt like an eternity, you started coughing up water, so Leonard stopped what he was doing to help you sit up. Everyone around you breathed a sigh of relief that you were going to be okay.
You could feel Leonard's hand as it rubbed circles on your back, trying to calm you down from what had happened. "Thank you," you rasped, your throat raw from coughing up lake water. "For rescuing me," you added.
Leonard's hand went from rubbing your back to cupping your shoulder and drawing you closer, then kissed your temple. "Always, darlin'. Always," he murmured against your skin. "Let's get you up on your feet and onto dry land, hmm?" You nodded in agreement, wanting nothing further to do with the water that day. Leonard helped you to stand, then curled his arm around your waist for support as you walked.
Back on land, you stayed glued to Leonard's side, not wanting to leave the comfort of his arms. For his part, he seemed rather content to keep you close, to be the one to ensure your safety. He was attentive, made sure you had everything you needed. If you didn't, he brought it to you, like snacks or something cold to drink. And even though you mostly stayed in the shade, he insisted on being the one to apply the sunscreen lotion to your body. You couldn't say for sure, but you had an inkling that it was his favorite part of taking care of you.
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Upon returning to the cabin, everyone split off to their respective rooms to shower and change clothes. Since no one wanted to cook, pizzas and chicken wings were picked up in town, along with any other supplies. The boxes and buckets were placed on the table so that everyone could file through, load a plate, then grab a chair on the patio.
When everyone was finished, you started to put away the leftovers. Jim put an immediate stop to that, saying you had been through enough today, and that he would finish. You told him you would at least stay to keep him company, to which he did not object.
However, it was difficult to carry on a conversation, what with the events of earlier in the day and your feelings about Leonard. While Jim continued to put the leftovers away, he also kept his eye on you, but could tell that yours were completely locked on Leonard. When Jim was done, he walked over to stand behind the dining chair you occupied.
"You love him, don't you?" Jim asked.
"Yes," you rasped. "More than anything. And not just because he saved my life today, which he did, but....I've been in love with him for a long time. Not sure when it started, but I know it'll never end. It's just that we've been friends for even longer than I've loved him and I don't want to lose that. Couldn't bear it if he didn't care for me in the same way I care for him," you finished, a lone tear escaping down your cheek.
"Hey now, don't you worry and definitely don't give up. I have a feeling that things are going to work out for you two in the end. Now, go talk to him. Don't make me use my 'Captain' voice," Jim teased.
"All right, Captain Kirk. I'm headed back outside. You coming?" you asked.
"I will be shortly, just need to do something," Jim promised.
As soon as you stepped through the door to the patio, Leonard's eyes locked to yours and he gave you a heart-stopping smile. He was seated in an oversized chair and beckoned you over. You returned his smile and at first you were going to sit on the arm of the chair, but apparently that wasn't enough. Once you got close to him, Leonard reached up and pulled you sideways onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you.
"Well, this is comfy," you chuckled, then dropped your head on his shoulder. Both of you sighed deeply in content, then laughed because you'd done it at the same time.
"It certainly is," Leonard agreed. "Very comf--hey what's going on? Why is everyone leaving?" he demanded.
"Jim said he was going to set up a movie or a board game or something," Christine answered. "Are you guys in?" she wondered.
"I'm okay right here," you replied. "Len?"
Leonard looked over and noticed that his tumbler of bourbon was empty. "I think I'll pop in and get a refill. You want anything, sugar?" he asked. You shook your head and before he turned towards the kitchen, Leonard threw you a wink and a smile. Christine waited until Leonard had walked past her before flashing you a knowing grin.
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Once inside, Leonard refilled his glass with two fingers of bourbon, then grabbed a bottle of water for you. As he browsed the kitchen, his eyes landed on the container of Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies you had made earlier. He grabbed a few and wrapped them in a paper towel before leaving the kitchen.
When Leonard returned to the patio, he noticed that you had disappeared. The sun had already set, but the moon hadn't quite begun to rise, leaving the area in semi-darkness. His eyes frantically scanned the surrounding area until he noticed your lone figure a short distance from the cabin. He quickly set down the drinks and cookies and made a beeline for your position.
You heard Leonard's footsteps as he approached you from the direction of the cabin. During a bit of free time, you had found this place and determined it was perfect to observe the night sky. The weather this evening was exceptional for viewing the stars, which stretched across the inky black canvas like glitter had been spilled on it.
When Leonard had caught up to where you were standing, he picked up your hand in his. "Hey, sweetheart, is everything okay?" he asked.
You nodded and gave him a tender, almost shy smile. "I have always loved stargazing, and this seems to be the perfect spot for it. I know that when we're zooming around in space that stars are all we see, but it's different from this perspective," you remarked.
Leonard reached up with his free hand to cradle your face. "Do you have any idea how special you are to me?" he wondered. You shook your head, so Leonard continued. "After what happened today, I....can't wait any longer to tell you that I'm in love with you," he declared.
You definitely weren't expecting Leonard to say anything like that. But you had to wonder if it was the truth or an aftereffect of the day's events. "Len, are you sure about this? Maybe you're feeling this way because today was one of those intense, near-death experiences. Or you feel a sense of obligation, or--" you were cut off.
"Darlin', I swear I've loved you long before today. All those late-night talks we've had? That was me falling in love with you little by little until I finally admitted it to myself. I just didn't know how to tell you until now, and I didn't want to let another second pass by without telling you," he affirmed.
"Oh, Leonard," you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. "Someone once told me that you should fall in love with your best friend. There's no one else I'd rather love for the rest of my life than you, my best friend. I trust you with all of my hopes, my dreams....my heart. I love you, Leonard McCoy," you confessed.
Leonard dipped his head lower to yours while you stretched up on your toes to close the gap between you. As soon as your lips met, the butterflies in your stomach seemed to all take flight at once. You slid your hand up Leonard's chest and could feel his racing heartbeat when you rested your palm over it.
It was everything a first kiss should be. Velvety lips moving with each other, exploring different pressures. You peppering kisses across Leonard's face, or him latching on to one particular spot and leaving his mark on your neck. It was the culmination of so much time spent falling in love and finally feeling confident enough to declare it.
"That was amazing," you managed to say while trying to catch your breath. "You're really really good at that, you know," you added.
"Well, you're pretty amazing in that department as well. And just wait until I show you what else I'm really really good at," Leonard smirked.
"Is that so?" you asked with one eyebrow raised.
"Yep," Leonard replied. He reached down and scooped you up in his arms, causing you to shriek with laughter. He spun you around a couple of times before putting your feet back on the ground. "I love you, sweetheart," he murmured.
"I love you too, Len," you returned. You reached down and took his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you strolled back to the cabin. When you had covered about half the distance to the cabin, you started to walk a little faster, tugging on Leonard's hand and giggling.
"Is there some reason you're in a hurry to get back, sweetheart?" he asked, hands on hips and one eyebrow raised.
You stopped to let him catch up, then you slid your hand up his chest to rest on his shoulder. "The sooner we get back, then we can be alone together....and you can show me those other things you're really, really good at," you purred.
Leonard raised his head in realization that you had a valid point. "Race you back," he taunted.
Before he could take off running, you pulled him in for a passionate, lingering kiss. As soon as you broke apart, you called, "Ready, Set, GO!!" and sprinted away.
Leonard's quick reflexes and long strides meant he easily caught up to you. He grabbed you from behind, eliciting a shriek of surprise, and held your back close to his chest. "You little minx, I wasn't ready," he growled, trying to catch his breath.
"M'sorry, Len," you pouted.
He reached up and smoothed your hair away from your forehead and tucked the strands behind your ear. "Aw, sugar, I could never be upset with you for long. Let's get to our room so we can move on to those other things you mentioned," he replied huskily. He caught your hand in his and kissed the back of it.
Back at the cabin, Uhura was standing at the sink, drinking a glass of water. She was staring out the window at you and Leonard, and smiled when she saw the two of you kissing.
Spock wandered in to the room, in search of his ashayam. "Here you are," he murmured, sliding up behind her and placing a delicate kiss to her exposed shoulder. His eyes followed hers, also witnessing the moments unfolding between you and Leonard. "They seem to be getting along well," Spock remarked.
"Mmm hmm, about damn time, too," Uhura agreed. "Good thing our plans at the resort got cancelled at the last minute, or we wouldn't have had the opportunity to come up here," she replied.
"Exactly, as I explained to the clerk at the resort--" Spock began but was interrupted.
Uhura's eyes widened in shock. "Wait a minute, that was YOU?!? You cancelled our plans?" she asked.
"Of course. How else would you have had an opportunity to bring her and Dr. McCoy together so that they could express their feelings for one another?" Spock questioned.
At that moment, you and Dr. McCoy stumbled through the patio door. You were laughing and Leonard was wrapped around you from behind, nuzzling into your neck and softly growling.
"And just what have the two of you been up to?" Uhura challenged, the corners of her mouth twitching in amusement. Spock stood next to her, his arms folded across his chest, trying to look stern.
You and Leonard caught each other's gaze then turned around to face Spock and Uhura. "Nothing," you answered simultaneously then burst out into laughter. "C'mon, let's go," you whispered. "Goodnight!" you called over your shoulder. You caught Leonard's hand and pulled him down the hallway with you, giggling all the way to your room.
Vulcan Translations:
ashayam: beloved, a beloved person
ashalik: darling; beloved
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Masterlist
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.
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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.”
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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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Marvel
Devour by @cockslutpadalecki
Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (no Stucky)
A mutual agreement, that’s all it is. An arrangement between friends. Except now that Y/N has acquired quite a taste for them, she doesn’t want anyone else.
Warnings: oral sex (male receiving), deep throating, mentions of female masturbation and mentions of use of a vibrator.
CW!Bucky Drabble by @sweeterthanthis
Bucky Barnes
anon request: kinda wanna blow cw!bucky with 'nothing's gonna hurt you baby' playing in the background then ride the common sense out of him for good measureWarnings: 18+. Smut.
Sway by @indyluckycharlie
Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson
Sarah agrees to be Bucky’s plus one, but she’s not interested in being anything more than friends. Right?Warnings: fluff
Star Trek 2009
Three Things by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
Jim Kirk x Reader
Your friend asks what are the three things you look for in a man.
Warnings: none provided
Supernatural
From the Pits of Hell by @fluffiest-dreams
Sam Winchester x Female Reader
Prompt from: I'll Be by Edwin McCain
Warnings: none provided
(Don't) Wake Me Up by @fluffiest-dreams
Castiel x Female Reader
A morning with Cas.
Warnings: none provided
Game Night by @evergreencowboy
dom!Dean Winchester x sub!Reader
You decide to send Dean a few dirty texts while at game night with all your closest friends… it doesn’t go as planned.
Warnings: sexting… a whole lot of it, exhibitionism if you squint I guess, mentions of sex, a BJ, and masturbation, sir kink, swearing, there’s no actual smut in this really
The Lip Bite Thing by @evansrogerskitten
Dean Winchester x Reader
His damn lip bite makes you crazy.Warnings: Dean being sexy af. Sexual tension, kissing, implied smut.
Best Laid Plans - Chapter 10 - The Final Chapter by @thinkinghardhardlythinking
Jensen Ackles x Female Reader
Wedding planner rom-com fic but Jensen is our leading man. Y/N is a wedding planner, hired to plan the wedding of the mean girl bully that made her life hell back at school. But who’s that guy over there, in the Impala from that show she likes?Warnings: Fluffy fluffiness
The Sacrifice by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Dean Winchester x Y/N
I swear, if you could see him, you'd get it.Warnings: None. Pure fluff, except for the painful torture of a Chevy Sonic.
Top Gun: Maverick
Just a Memory by @writercole
Rooster Bradshaw
Being called back to Top Gun wasn’t something that Rooster Bradshaw expected. What he expected even less was what awaited him the night he got in.
Warnings: Angst
Under the Radar Series by @princessmisery666
Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress)
Being a navy pilot you expected to have your world turned upside down from time to time. Taking to the skies was the easy part, the lessons you learn on solid ground are the hardest.Warnings: angst, fluff, soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake, break-ups, cheating (reader is the other woman but doesn’t know until after), preludes to smut, heartbreak, Rooster is a bit of an ass in parts, fluffy Rooster. Parts 3 & 4 include spoilersfor Top Gun: Maverick.
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#just a girl reading fics in July 2022#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x sarah wilson#dean winchester x reader#sam winchester x reader#castiel x reader#jim kirk x reader#rooster bradshaw x reader#jake seresin x reader
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Kinktober Day 7
Kinktober Masterlist
Pairing: AOS!Jim Kirk x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.
Warnings: Shower sex; oral sex (male and female receiving); fingering; piv; unprotected sex
The instances were few and far between, but his help was better than you trying to monkey around with the inner workings of your car, your auto-tractor, your auto-planter—hell, a time or two, he fixed your bicycle. Jim Kirk was whip-smart, good with his hands, and nice to look at. It always felt like an uneven exchange—your things fixed for a hot shower and a meal. But he never asked for more, and never took your money when you tried to pay him.
He used to flirt when he came by. At least, he’d try to. You hadn’t known exactly how to take it at first. Usually, you just flubbed some sort of excuse and hurried off to do something else, or to pretend to do something else—anything to hide the flustered expression on your rapidly heating face. He’d make a pass or two at dinner, but when you flubbed those, too, he’d let it go.
It was his smile that threw you. It was always so easy, and cocky—so disarming. And his eyes were so intense. When he looked at you, you felt like he could see right through you. It was at once comforting and maddening. Once the flirting attempts stopped, conversation became easier.
You could usually find him when you needed him, and then one day, you just…Couldn’t. Winona told you that he’d left to join Starfleet. At the start, you sort of expected him to roll up to your barn when your tech broke down. You thought he’d ditch Starfleet the way he’d never really been able to stick to much else. But when he didn’t turn back up, well…You moved on. It was a bummer, sure, but you got over it for the most part. You found someone else to fix your mechs, though they seemed to never do the job just right. That was why you’d neglected calling them at the first sign of trouble with your auto-planter. You managed tiny patch fixes yourself. You learned to kick the can down the road until you absolutely had to call someone.
That’s what found you sweating, oil-smeared, and frustrated in your barn as you peered at the inner-workings of the planter’s mechanism. You’d burned two of your fingers, jabbed two more with spark pieces. You let out a frustrated huff, wiping sweat from your brown before leaning back just a little. One more thing. You’d try one more thing before you threw in the towel. You leaned in again, raising your hands to the mechanism. You took up a wire that had fallen loose of its mooring. You braced your hand on the side of the planter, squinting just a little as you leaned in, raising the wire to where you were almost certain it was meant to go.
For a moment, it seemed to be working—and then you felt a shock shooting through your fingertips and scuttling up your arm. You hissed, dropping the wire and wrenching your arm back before you reached up, whacking the side of the planter with a spitting, “Son of a bitch!”
“Well that’s not gonna fix it.”
You whirled around, your heart leaping into your throat at the sound of his voice. He leaned in the doorway of the barn, his gaze and smile as disarming as ever. You swallowed thickly as you pushed yourself up and off of the stool that you’d been sitting on.
“...Hasn’t hurt, so far,” You argued.
“Doesn’t seem to like it’s helping, either.”
He pushed off of the door frame, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He neared, eyes set intently on yours as he brushed past you. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it over the seat of the stool. You turned to watch him, arms folded stubbornly over your chest as he lowered himself to sit on the stool. He leaned in to assess the damage, setting his hand on the same place as you had just moments before.
“...What are you doing back here?” You asked after a moment.
“I’m on shore leave. Came to visit my mom. I was passing by earlier, expected to see the planter going.”
“You see your mom already?”
“Uh-huh.”
You nodded a little, shifting from foot to foot as Jim leaned back again. It was a relief in a way that it shouldn't have been. It meant that he wouldn't be rushing off—or rather, that you wouldn't be holding him up.
“Can you pass me the magna-spanner?” He added.
“Uh—” You glanced around, spotting the toolbox by your foot before you leaned down, taking up the tool. You walked closer, holding it out to him. Jim turned his head, taking it with a mutter of thanks. Before you could draw away, he caught hold of your wrist. Your heart thudded as he held your hand carefully, looking over the irritated tips of your fingers.
“...What’d you do?” He asked, warm breath making your fingers twitch where it brushed the stinging skin as he glanced up at you.
“I was just—” You faltered, nodding toward the planter. “I was fixing it.”
Jim’s brows quirked in slight amusement. He held your gaze as he turned his head, brushing a tender kiss to the irritated fingertips. Then he let go, turning away from you to refocus on the planter. You tucked your arms across your chest again warily, fingers tingling, tipping your head as you watched him work.
“You just gonna stand there?” He asked after a moment.
“Yes.”
“Don’t trust me?”
“Just trying to see what you're doing so I can fix it next time.”
“How long has it been down?”
“Um…” You considered, biting your lip, “Like…It’s been kinda messed up for about a month, but completely down for two—? Days? Maybe three.”
“Everyone in this town forget how to fix a planter or something?”
You rolled your eyes at the rhetorical inquiry, even as Jim turned and gave you a cheeky smile.
“What else is broken around here?” He asked, turning back to the planter. You considered fibbing, telling him that this was it. Instead, you countered:
“How much time do you have?”
--
Where you used to leave Jim alone to fix things, now you trailed him around your barn, passing tools, asking questions, grabbing parts. Maybe he hated it—maybe he wasn’t in the mood for you to talk so much. But he took all of the questions in stride, offering you answers, tips, tricks he preferred to use.
Night had fallen by the time Jim climbed down from the tractor with a contented sigh, tossing you the keys and drawing a rag that you'd given him out of his pocket.
“Thanks,” You said, tucking them into your pocket. “It’s, uh…It’s pretty late.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you here like this.”
“Nah, s’alright. Glad I could help.”
“You due back at your mom’s?”
“Nope.”
Jim looked up from where he was cleaning his hands on the rag, peering up at you from beneath his lashes. Your mouth worked wordlessly for a moment, your mind flooding with possibilities.
“We should get cleaned up,” Jim offered before you could say a thing.
“Right, yes. That’s a good, um—I mean, I feel grimy.”
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It was an old house—been in the family for hundreds of years. Most of it had been updated, but you couldn’t remember the last time the lone bathroom had been fixed up.
There was an old clawfoot tub, one that you hardly ever used. There was also a large shower, with glass walls and a granite bench. You knew that Jim knew the way to it, but you found yourself leading him up there, anyway. You stepped inside first, and you turned to see Jim hesitate at the door. He eyed the threshold before his eyes flickered to you. For the first time, you saw something other than his usual bravado. But then you nodded him closer, offered, “Coming?”, and his expression melted into a familiar, smiling ease. He took the two steps to get himself inside and shut the door behind.
You turned to the shower, kicking your shoes off and nudging them into the corner of the room before you headed over to start the taps. You leaned in just far enough, and took your briefly hidden expression to let your nerves wash over you. Over the rough pounding of your heart, you could hear him coming closer. It was chased by the buzz of him undoing a zipper. You kept your back to him as you drew your shirt up and over your head, tossing it toward the hamper.
“What made you change your mind?” He asked softly. You shrugged a little.
“You haven’t been around much.”
“Miss me?”
“Don’t know when you’ll be around next, that’s all,” You insisted, reaching back to unhook and remove your bra. “Figured I may as well—while you’re nearby.”
“Hard up for townies?”
“...You’ve never been a townie, Kirk.”
“No?”
“You never wanted to be.”
Jim was quiet for a moment before he took a step closer. You felt the heat of his body against your back as you undid your pants and pushed them down. The bathroom was beginning to warm with the rising heat of the water, though it had yet to fill the room with steam. You crouched down just a touch, tossing your pants and underwear in the same direction as the shirt and bra.
You took one cursory glance over your shoulder, catching sight of Jim’s bare skin before you stepped into the shower. You dipped your head into the warm stream, sighing as it washed over your sweaty, oil-streaked, sore body. You took a step to the side just a bit to give Jim some room as he followed—but he didn’t seem to want room. He cuddled up against your back, resting his chin on your shoulder. You smiled, glancing down and watching the water run through his hair, trickling down the slope of his nose, over the curve of his lips, down the swell of his jaw. You hesitantly raised a hand, swiping your thumb through an errant smudge of oil. He smiled, nudging his head against your neck. You reached out, pumping some soap into your hand. You turned in his arms, rubbing your palms together and raising your hands. You smoothed them over his neck, then up over his jaw. You swept your thumbs, scrubbing gently to remove the sweat and oil from the apples of his cheeks. You felt him watching you as you carefully swept the soap over the bridge of his nose, and across his forehead.
Jim walked you back carefully, tipping his head up into the spray. It was a relief, the way his eyes slid shut. It meant that he wasn’t watching you anymore. You smiled, rinsing your hands before you raised them, soothing away the stray suds. You slid your hands down, over his shoulders, tracing his toned arms, and scrubbing at the odd streak of dirt and oil that he'd missed with the rag. He blinked to clear a few drops of water, tipping his head down toward you. Jim’s hands slid over your middle before they skimmed further down, along your back. You smiled as he groped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he drew you closer. A giggle escaped you; you couldn’t help it. A smile bloomed across Jim’s voice at the sound.
He dipped his head, nudging the tip of his nose against yours. He guided your chin up just a touch, brushing his lips against yours. You’d been convincing yourself to take little leaps all evening—so why should this be any different? You surged in, pressing your lips to Jim’s. He hummed at the move, intrigued. One of his hands smoothed warmly up your back, pressing your slicked bodies together more acutely. You shivered at the brush of your hardening nipples against his chest.
You smoothed a hand up Jim’s nape, running your fingers through his hair. The strands were slick and soft to touch. You tipped your head to the side just a touch, parting your lips. You couldn’t help but smile as your tongues teased together, mouths opening at nearly the same time. Jim laughed softly, steering you back toward the shower bench.
“Read my mind,” He mumbled between kisses. You chuckled as he nudged you to sit. You peered up at Jim in the steamy room, resting your hands on his thighs. Before he could do anything else, you leaned in, trailing kisses down his torso. You smoothed your hand along his hip, trailing your nails lightly over his thigh before palming his hardening cock. You smiled as Jim’s hand lifted to rest against the wall behind you. You grasped his cock more firmly, twisting your wrist as you pumped him from the base. You peered up at him, smiling as he swept his tongue across his lips. You weren’t sure if it was meant to be a cue or not, but you leaned in nonetheless, poking your tongue out and swiping it along the underside of his head.
Jim groaned low in his throat, drawing his lower lip between his teeth. You smiled, taking him into your mouth and letting your eyes slide closed. You focused on the warmth and weight of him as he slid between your lips, and the twitch of his shaft as you swirled your tongue along his glans. You tipped your head from side to side, sliding your mouth from his cock for a moment to tease your lips along the shaft before taking him in again, speeding the bob of your head.
“Fuck,” He groaned, resting his hand on the crown of your head. You held carefully still as he thrust into your mouth. You moaned softly, sliding your hands around Jim’s thighs and urging him on. Jim guided you a touch deeper, swiping his thumb along the nape of your neck and nudging you further down his shaft.
“You know,” He grunted, “That’s not why I wanted you to sit.”
You leaned off of him just a touch, poking your tongue to catch a pearl of precum before tipping your chin up to catch sight of him.
“No?”
Jim shook his head, gently pushing your hand back from his cock. Before you could ask, or stand, or move, he knelt on the floor of the shower, between your legs. Your stomach fluttered with anticipation as he smoothed his hands up your inner thighs. His gaze darted between the apex of your thighs and your face, questioning. You shifted a little on the bench, nodding. Jim smiled, nodding you further forward. You scooted forward nervously, ass sliding slightly on the granite.
“You’re getting that look,” Jim commented, sliding his hands to your outer thighs.
“What look?” You frowned, shaking your head.
“The look you’d get when I used to flirt with you.”
“Tha—Noooo,” You laugh, shaking your head a little bit, “No, that’s not my face. I mean—That was my face then, but that’s not what my face is doing right now.”
“Oh-ho-ho, yes it is,” Jim chuckled, nodding. He knelt up, nudging his nose against yours.
“We can slow down,” He offered, lips tenderly brushing yours. You smiled, raising your hands to tenderly cup his cheeks, pecking his lips.
“I’m alright.”
“You sure?”
“Mhm. It’s just…It’s been a while, that’s all.”
Jim let out a sympathetic hum, chasing you for another kiss. He nipped at your lip, giving it a cheeky tug before sucking it between his lips. You groaned, tracing his cupid’s bow before leaning back just enough to break the kiss for a heady, heated moment. He teased his tongue along yours, moaning softly into your opened mouth. You were so caught up in his kisses that you didn’t so much as gasp as he slid his fingers between your legs. He smoothed them carefully over your pussy lips first, giving it a few gentle passes, as if to acclimate you to the feeling. You leaned into his touch encouragingly. You felt his lips pull into a smile as he smoothed his middle finger upward gently, tapping, then swirling against your clit.
Your mouth fell open with a shivering moan at the sensation. Jim took full advantage, lapping deeply into your mouth as he continued to work your clit over with soft, unhurried movements. As your kisses broke, you rested your forehead against Jim’s, panting slightly, eyes closed as you indulged in the feeling. Jim’s kisses drifted from your cheek to your jaw, and lower still as his fingers teased gently over your slickening cunt. He eased one finger in, letting out an encouraging murmur as your cunt fluttered around the digit. He nuzzled against your chest, lapping gently over one of your nipples before drawing it between his lips.
You pulled in a gasp, arching up into his mouth as your hips rolled down against his touch. Jim eased the finger in deeper, grinding his palm in steady circles against your clit. He let go of one nipple in favor of the other, tongue flicking it incessantly. You tipped your chin down and found Jim grinning up at you as he eased another finger into your pussy.
“That feel good?” He murmured.
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Is that a serious question?”
Jim laughed, leaning in and pecking your lips again before he lowered himself between your legs again. He kept his eyes on yours again as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your mound. You couldn’t help your bashful smile as he blinked those pretty blue eyes at you and teased his tongue out. He swirled it around your clit, gaze set on yours. And then, to your utter surprise, Jim moaned, his eyelids fluttering before falling shut. Your body prickled under the sweat and steam, stunned by Jim’s tongue lapped and laved over you. You wove your fingers through his hair, shifting your hips down against his tongue and fingers. He took each of your subtle directions in turn, leveling sucking kisses to your clit as your cunt throbbed around his fingers.
You moaned, leaning back against the shower wall, the odd droplet of water splattering over your shivering, shuddering form. Jim nuzzled against your cunt, groaning more openly as he lapped broadly over your plumped lips. He twisted his wrist, easing another finger into you before curling them toward himself. You tightened your grip on his hair, drawing in a greedy breath as Jim pumped his wrist more quickly.
“Fuck, Jim, I’m—”
Jim hummed approvingly, sucking your clit more pointedly than before. You couldn’t get out another word as you hinged forward, knees tightening around his shoulders, thighs quivering as your hips shoved against his lips and hand. Jim leaned off just a touch, smoothing his tongue along your clit until you loosened your grip on his hair, scooching back from him again. You looked down at Jim, taking in his bright eyes, his grin, his slick lips and chin, and his hard cock where it bobbed between his legs.
--
“Fuck,” Jim hissed, one hand steadying your hip, the other bracing against the wall as he eased his cock into you. “Remind me why we waited so long to do this?”
“I don’t know,” You groaned, pushing back against him, “But I think you’re gonna have to visit more often.”
“To fix your equipment?”
“Is that what we’re calling this?”
Jim laughed openly, resting his head against your shoulder again. You could feel his forehead shift, and were certain that he was staring at your ass, eyeing where his cock disappeared into you.
“Shit,” He breathed, “Look at that.”
Your body went hot with his warm murmur, and you found yourself tipping your head forward to rest against the cool tile on the wall.
“C’mon, Kirk, you can’t tell me you’re hard up when you’re out there.”
“Don’t say ‘hard up’.”
Your snicker turned to a cackle as Jim snaked his arm from your hip to wrap around your middle. He only gave you a moment or so to adjust before he carefully rolled his hips. You shivered, pressing back into him. The two of you pushed against one another at once, each loosing your own pleased groans and low curses.
“Screw coming home. I’m bringing you back to the Enterprise with me,” Jim groaned, pressing his face into your neck.
“Move,” You urged, “Please?”
His only answer to your plea was to snap his hips forward. Your voice caught in your throat, fingers flexing against the wet tile as you fought the urge to grip at something. Jim kept up a steady pace, the slick slapping of your hips mingling with the pattering of the shower against the floor. His hand slipped between where you were pressed up against the wall, and you let out a shaky whimper as his pruned fingertips brushed over your still-sensitive clit. You ground back against him with renewed force, chasing the stretch of his cock and the slide of his fingers.
“Fuck, Jim,” You moaned as his pace picked up, his grip on your middle tightening. The fingers on your clit seemed to shake and strain to keep up his ministrations. You could feel his pace becoming more and more frantic, swiping and circling as he had with his tongue. Your own release was growing closer and closer, and you were certain from his movements that he wasn’t far behind. You reached back, palming his hip and urging him on as the feeling crested. You came with a whine of his name, your cunt clutching at him. Jim pushed a growl into your skin as his hips pushed against yours with harsher, renewed purpose. It was only a handful of thrusts before he came with a groan, hips stalling, slamming, and then stalling again as he filled you.
Neither of you moved for a few long moments. Then Jim lifted his head, nosing sweetly along your neck.
“We should get cleaned up before you run out of hot water.”
You reached a hand out, waving it under the shower spray.
“Too late.”
--
“Thanks for your help today.”
“You can always send me a message, you know, something,” He offered, “The next time something breaks down. I could talk you through the fix.”
You looked down, smiling a little, eyeing where James’ head rested on your shoulder. The two of you had moved to your bed after dinner. His hair was still a little damp, but not enough to be a bother. You shrugged.
“I might. Depends on how bad it is. I was paying attention to what you were doing before, you know.”
“Oh, I know,” Jim stretched widely before lazily throwing his arm around your middle. “You kept very close. And I’m an excellent teacher.”
You rolled your eyes, turning your gaze up toward the ceiling.
“I’ve had worse.”
“...You better mean you’ve had a worse teacher,” Jim warned, tipping his head up to look at you. You forced your face into a contemplative pout, and only managed a, “Well…” before Jim was rolling over, skittering his hands along your sides. You shrieked, squirming and trying to bat his hands away. He caught hold of them easily, pinning them beside your head. You grinned, taking in his bright eyes, and his darling smile. It softened to something a little sweeter as he dipped his head, given you a long, soothing kiss.
“Mind if I stop by again?” He murmured, nuzzling his nose against yours, “The next time I’m on shore leave?”
“To check on my equipment?”
“...Is that what we’re calling this?”
"Already reneging on your offer to take me with you?" You added, worming your arms out of his grip and tucking your hands behind your head. "That's cold, Kirk."
"Well if we're both up there, we won't know when the planter's down."
"That's a tidy little loophole."
"I've built my career off the back of tidy little loopholes."
You chuckled, raising a hand to stroke his cheek as you nodded.
"I'd like for you to stop by again...If you want to."
"I want to," He reassured, lowering his head and pressing a kiss to your neck, "I haven't tried that tub out yet."
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Dilemma of Love
Leonard McCoy x Kirk!reader
Others Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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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December Fic Recs
The final monthly fic recs for 2022!
I will be continuing these posts for 2023. ❤️
Enjoy!
Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.
~Big Sky~
That Simple-Part 6 ~ @avanatural. Author’s Summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new sherriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?
~MCU~
I Don’t Want A Lot For Christmas ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: Steve Rogers has a crush on the newest member of the team and a Christmas miracle (of interfering Bucky Barnes) gives him an opportunity to get a little closer to her.
~RPF~
Coffee & Chaos-Masterlist ~ @wayward-dreamer. Author's Summary: Y/N starts working at Chaos Machine Productions, finding joy in the work and fitting in instantly. She knows she could really thrive in the company, as long as she doesn’t fall for her boss, the executive producer and founder, along the way. Little does she know he’s trying to suppress his feelings, for the sake of professionalism, too.
This Means War ~ @waywardnerd67. Author's Summary: Jensen has declared war on their Christmas lights.
Sweetness ~ @katymacsupernatural. Author's Summary: Readers love of candy canes drives Jensen to distraction
~Star Trek~
Feels Like Home ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jim Kirk x Reader)
~Supernatural~
Forgive me father, for I have sinned. ~ @deanwritings. Author's Summary: The reader has some not-so-pure thoughts when she sees Priest!Dean for the first time…
“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” ~ @foreverwayward. Author's Summary: a Christmas surprise from the reader starts off an evening of family, love, and fortune cookies.
Hunted ~ @covered-byroses. Author's Summary: You and Sam have tracked Michael’s whereabouts to a secluded forest. The hunt doesn’t exactly go as planned.
Imagine…An Early Christmas Surprise ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)
Imagine Dean taking care of you when a stomach bug takes you down. ~ @muchamusedaboutnothing. Author's Summary: None (Dean x Reader)
The Longest Time ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: For the longest time, Dean hasn’t allowed himself to dream of a future, but Wynter changes things.
The Lucky Shirt ~ @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone. Author's Summary: You were sure you had the right bag. But turns out, when you walked head first into a wall of perfection, you swapped laundry bags with him by mistake. Now, you’re stuck with only his clothes to wear and not much time to find him again before the presentation that could change your life.
On The Outside ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: To get Dean to say yes to Michael, they sent him to the Endverse. And when that didn’t work, they turned to you.
Pranked ~ @riversong-sam. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)
Sinful Sunday ~ @kittenofdoomage
I Promise (Dean Winchester x female!reader)
Thoughts Of Her (Dean Winchester x female!reader)
So Much For My Happy Ending ~ @jawritter. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)
Surrounding Warmth ~ @katymacsupernatural. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Reader)
Tell me about… ~ @impala-dreamer
Michael!Dean using a collar and chain/leash
Riding Dean’s face
Sex with Dean and passing out
On AO3
~Big Sky~
Misdemeanor ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: She’s gonna wind up in lockup for what she’s done.
~Supernatural~
New Year's Dean ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Sam is gone. Sacrificing himself for the greater good and is in the Cage. Dean deciding to try the normal life. Lisa does not exist here.
On Patreon
~RPF~
Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)
The Devil On Stage ~ Author's Summary: Lonely during his solo panel, Jensen calls Y/N out to join him on stage. Having nothing much to say, she lets her mind wander a little too far while watching him regaled the audience with stories from the old days on set.
~Supernatural~
Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)
Mine ~ Author's Summary: Dean gets a little rough with you, leaving lovely little marks behind so you remember who owns you...
thinkinghardhardlythinking
The Ghost of Christmas Past-Part 2-5 ~ Author’s Summary: The Holidays are supposed to be jolly and happy but for Y/N, the season only brings great sadness. Sam and Dean Winchester, her best friends and the ones who saved her from danger many years ago want to help her let go of the misery the festivities always seem to bring for her, though doing so will be anything but a simple task.
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