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[itsstrange]

My Girl

Karl Urban x Reader

Relationship: Karl Urban x Reader

A/N: The only reason why I decided to make this is due to the amazing photo at the bottom. This idea just popped in my head and wouldn’t seem to walk away so... here’s some Urban content for y’all 💜

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Summary: Reader just loves to wake up to Hazel eyes staring at them.

Word Count: 967

Warnings: (None) Fluff, Kissing, Karl is such a dream,

Rating: (None)

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Sounds of birds chirping, slowly stir you awake from your sleep. Just as you slightly open your eyes, they immediately land with Hazel orbs. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips when the man laying beside you sends you one of his own.

“Morning love,” He tells you with a gruff voice as he removes a strand of hair from your face,

He rests his palm on the side of your cheek, letting his thumb rub smooth circles against your skin. You close your eyes for a few seconds at the contact before letting your own hand reach out towards his beard and then slowly letting your fingers get tangled with his soft locks. Karl’s smile widens slightly more by the way your fingers softly play with his hair, just the way he likes it. It was moments like these that he deeply misses. Waking up next to you in the morning, lazily laying in bed with you until noon as he gently rubs soothing circles on your arms and just being in your embrace in general.

He hasn’t been able to do none of that for the past six to seven months. Constantly working in Toronto and then flying back and forth for conventions kept him busy and away from you. Obviously he would give you a call everyday and would be on the phone with you as much as he can before having to go back to work, but none of it was remotely close to being here. In bed. With you. There have been times, two or three to be exact, where you have gone up to visit him at work. But you also being in the acting business, you had your own projects to do, which resulted in a tight schedule for the both of you.

At first, this quickly became a problem, neither of you seemed to have time for one another. Both your hours were strictly far apart from each other, for instance, while Karl was shooting ‘Thor Ragnorak’ back in Australia, you were off shooting your own thing in London. Both your schedules wouldn’t match, eventually you two decided to call it quits on your relationship, however, neither of you wanted to give up that easily.

Thankfully, a rhythm had clicked between you two and were able to maintain your relationship while continuing with your jobs. It was difficult, still is, but as long as one of you held onto each other, then that’s all that matters.

“Morning,” You hum with a smile as your fingers gently played with his soft locks,

Staring into your (E/C) eyes for a couple of seconds, Karl slowly bends down until his lips connect with yours. You softly sigh into the kiss as you let your hand fall from his locks to rest on his jaw and gently tug at his beard. Your other hand makes its way in between your bodies and rests against his firm chest as he continues to roll his lips with yours. However, a giggle escapes from you when he suddenly attacks you with soft pecks all over your face and neck. Earning a deep chuckle from the man. Placing one last kiss on your lips he lets his nose softly rub against your own.

“My girl,” He says with a deep tone,

You smile widely, but shyly hide your face when you feel your cheeks grow hot. Definitely feeling how Karl’s chest shakes against your hand, and knowing too well he loves watching you get shy under his hold.

Even if you two have been together for quite sometime now, you still can’t help but get shy around his flirtatious comments. Besides his breathtaking eyes and smile, his way with words were your weakness. He had a way to break you just by his words, his cocky smirk and breathtaking eyes were just a bonus.

The feeling of his lips on top of your head brings another smile from you, making you bury your face deeper into his chest. You inhale his men’s shampoo and after shave, immediately feeling warmth spreading in your chest. He smelled like home. You had missed this, missed him. While resting his chin on top of your head, you reach out to peck his neck, earning a small happy moan from the man.

Pulling away from him your eyes meet his as you let your hand travel back up to his beard. Slighting craning your neck, your lips latch onto his in a general manner. Just a small simple kiss.

“Always,” You finally tell him after pulling away from him,

Karl smiles down at you, fingers gently massaging your scalp before bending down once again to your lips. The rest of the morning was spent in each other’s embrace, talking about variety of things, sharing funny moments on set with friends and just being in each other’s hold. That all you two really ever needed, truly needed and craved. After months of not seeing each other, physically, holding each other is all you ever needed at the moment. Eventually, the both of you decided to get up to begin breakfast, well more like brunch considering it was already 12:30 in the afternoon. However, as soon as you slipped on one of his white t-shirts he couldn’t help but bring you back against the soft cushions of the bed.

A giggle escapes you when he starts peppering your neck, his beard slightly tickling against your skin. You try shoving him away, but it was no use. The grip he had on your hips and the way he was now lavishing your pulse told you brunch wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

But if skipping breakfast meant you can have a taste from this man instead, then that was perfectly fine with you.

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Inamorata

Writen for @bookcaseninja ‘s 300 Follower Challenge.  If you love Karl Urban and all of his many forms, follow this blog.  This one is written about the very broody, Commander Vaako from Chronicles of Riddick. Please enjoy!

Vaako x Reader

Prompt: soulmate AU where you can feel the emotions of your soulmate.

Rating: Teen (some making out, hinting at sex, nothing explicit)

Warnings: Mentions of an affair/technically reader is the "other woman". (For now ;) ) Some cursing. Slight mention of depression.

The Necropolis was darker than usual, the night cycle now well underway.  You were still working, your eyes pouring tirelessly over holopads and papers.

When you converted, your talent for xenolinguistics and studies did not go unnoticed.  If it there was one thing the Necro faith was adept at, was placing converts into appropriate roles.  After your time as an initiate, you were put to work in analysis. You were charged with translation and filing of the conquered civilization’s breadth of history and culture. Necros weren’t complete barbarians and did not celebrate the loss of knowledge.

However, with the death of Lord Marshal Zhylaw, and the ascension of Lord Marshal Riddick, the conversion campaign was halted.  Instead, your time was mostly spent on Riddick’s greatest desire, the rediscovery of his home world, Furya.  Destroyed years ago by Zhylaw, most if not all of the information pertaining to the planet and race were destroyed.  You were hoping to piece together snippets of information left behind.  A word or phrase, anything that could help.

As you rubbed the bridge of your nose and leaned across to the table to grab an errant tablet, a zing of arousal zipped down your spine.  You smiled as a body crowded yours from behind, a muscular arm plucking the wanted tablet from out of your reach.

“You are up late,” the ordinarily stiff voice murmured into your ear.  He set the pad down and spun you around.

You were dwarfed by the tall Necromonger Commander, as he caged you between his arms.  You leaned back on your hands so you didn't have to crane your neck to look at him.  You raised a brow.

“As are you.  Won’t Dame Vaako be missing her dear husband this night?”

You allowed your gaze to drift over the man in front of you.  Siberius Vaako, Commander and somewhat reluctant right-hand of the Lord Marshal, husband to Dame Vaako.  And your soulmate.

His emotion twinged with annoyance at the mention of his wife, and you reached out to tuck a lock of hair that had fallen loose from his hairstyle. You allowed your emotions to flow across your bond to soothe him.  He leaned into your hand.

“My wife is asleep,” he said curtly, picking you up and setting you on the edge of the table.

“But my One is right in front of me.”

You bit your lip as he ripped your long skirt, allowing your legs to spread as he took his place between your thighs.  As he trailed his hand up your leg, you hooked it around his waist pulling him closer.

Tangling your fingers in his nape, you guided his face closer to yours.  He trailed his lips along the smooth column of your throat, placing soft bites and kisses.  When he mouthed against your conversion scar, you shuddered, gripping his arm.  You dipped your head back at the sensation, your bond going haywire from all the stimulation.  Love. Lust. Affection. Urgency.

When your grip tightened on his hair, he growled and pulled you flush against him.

“Careful woman, you do not want to test me,” he grunted against your ear.  It had been several cycles since you had a moment alone, and his body seemed wound tight.  You could only imagine the stress he was under.  Riddick was continually ruffling the feathers of the more traditional Necros, especially since he had halted the conversion campaign.  And Vaako was doing his best to keep the peace.  For some reason, Riddick trusted Vaako or at least knew he wouldn't try to kill him.  

You drug your nails against his neck causing him to shudder.  The pressure of his large hands against your hips would be painful if you were still a breeder, but instead, it made you feel powerful to bring the stoic man to the edge.  And you wanted to fuck the tension out of him.

“I won’t break,” you said breathily.  He swiped the data pads off the table, pushing you down, one hand on your shoulder, the other thumbing your knee.  The irises of his eyes were blown as he stared at your body.

“Let us test that theory,” he said, hooking your leg around his waist.

You awoke sometime later, the lights still dim from the night cycle.  You were curled into Vaako’s broad form.  In sleep, he seemed less burdened, younger.  Even his Necro skin seemed less pallid.  You traced your finger across one of his many scars, careful not to wake him.

You had all but given up your search for your soul mate.  Soul mates, were tricky, to say the least. With such vast space, it was almost unheard of for one to find their soulmate.  You had gotten many sympathetic pats on the shoulder, as your friends and family told you to move on.  The only clue you had was the emotions your soulmate passed through to your bond.  Knowing he was out there, somewhere, even though light years might have separated you, kept you optimistic.

When your bond seemed to have severed, you cried for days, thinking the worst.  Surely, your soul mate was dead.  So when the Necromonger’s came to your planet, the Purifier’s words beckoned to your broken heart.  You welcomed the idea of trading your pain for numbness, to embrace the idea of the Underverse.

And then, one morning as you were tending to your initiate duties, you felt it.  The familiar ebb and flow of your soulmate’s emotions.  

The conversion process weakened the bond over a long distance. So when Vaako converted, years before you, it was easily believed that he was dead.  The phantom emotions teased at you, you were unsure of what trick the universe was playing on you.  You confided in the Purifier, thinking maybe your conversion wasn’t complete.  It was then you first saw the slightest smile on his face.  Not the sad repentant expression he usually wore, but his eyes seemed to lighten a fraction. He cupped your hand in his and told you there was nothing to fear.  

And then one day, you felt emotions as strongly as if they were yours.  It was a combination of tension and irritation.  You couldn’t keep the hope from bubbling up as you scanned the crowded atrium.  Inadvertently you reached across the bond, hoping to pacify the brusque emotions.

When Commander Vaako’s eyes met yours, you knew.  He was your soulmate.  And then the slinky form of Dame Vaako tucked herself into her husband’s side.  You felt your hope diminish, wishing that the conversion process had deaded your emotions and not just your nerves.  And from his expression, he could feel it as well. Regret.  Despair.  To have gone through everything you had, losing all hope of finding your soulmate.  And there he was.  Married.  Unattainable.

You tried to stay away, as did he. He may not have loved his wife, but he still had his honor.  You could feel his gaze and his bond, hovering around you, but never coming close.  Only when her more scheming side came out, twisting his thoughts, did he seek you out, needing the comfort only a soulmate could provide.

It started naturally enough, polite conversation and lingering glances.  You had been hurrying through the cavernous halls, tripping when your heeled boot caught the long skirt all nonmilitary women wore.  You clutched the datapads to your chest, not wanting them damaged.  When you braced yourself for the hard marble floors, a pair of strong arms aught you easily.

As you stood, Vaako didn’t say a word, clutching the bare skin of your arms.  The feeling of his hands almost felt warm, something you hadn’t felt since you had converted.  This intimidating, cold man was your soulmate.  And all you could feel was warmth.

Unsure of how to proceed, you met in secret.  Late night trysts and stolen moments in abandoned hallways.  You were always careful.  Dame Vaako wasn’t known for her kindness.  Her vindictive streak ran miles wide.  And you cherished every moment you had alone with him.

You glanced back up to find Vaako watching you with this dark eyes.  He tucked your hand in his, tracing your much smaller hands.

“It’s almost the morning cycle,” you said softly, not wanting to get up.

He didn’t respond but leaned down to capture your lips with his.  Your brain fogged as you lost yourself in his affection.  When he pulled back, he thumbed your cheek.

“Soon, my One.  No more sneaking around.”

You nodded, leaning into his hand.  You wished for that more than anything.  But until then, you would relish the time you spent together.  After all, you were soulmates.  Til Underverse comes, and beyond.

You were straightening the mess you and Vaako had made of your workspace when you felt eyes on your back.

You spun around to see the Lord Marshal watching you with interest.

“Lord Marshal,” you gasped, dropping to your knees.

His brow quirked above his goggles as he shook his head.

“You know I don’t like that shit,” he said, his voice deep and flippant, pushing off the wall.

You stood hastily, gathering your papers and tablets.

“Of course, my apologies.”  You always felt nervous around the Lord Marshal.  You had seen how he had dispatched Zhylaw, and how easily he seemed to brush off any enemies.  He was quiet, usually observing the Necropolis.

He stalked around the room, glancing at your work.  He'd pick up a tablet and thumbed through it, before tossing it back down.

“I haven’t found anything of note since our last meeting,” you explained, watching as Riddick continued to circle the room.  The silence in the room was deafening.  He hadn't said why he was there, and you were afraid to ask.  He tilted his head and sniffed the air.  Riddick laughed, the low rumble confusing you.

“Lord Riddick?”

“No wonder Dame Vaako has been sniffing around.  Seems like Commander Vaako has been getting his elsewhere.”

You froze, not sure what to say.  Everyone said Riddick was part animal, and apparently, his sense of smell was keen.

“You know, you could always kill her.  Then Vaako would be yours.  Keep what you kill right?”

You let out a nervous bark of laughter but quickly pinched your mouth shut.  Of course, you had thought of that.  But you never voiced the idea out loud.  

Riddick nodded at your workstation as you stood there shellshocked.

“Let me know if you find anything else,” he said with a smirk as he left the room as quietly as he entered.

Was that approval from the Lord Marshal?

You shakily pulled your chair out and sat down.  Keep what you kill.  It was a long-standing tradition in the Necro culture.  Kill Dame Vaako, and be able to take your place next to your soul mate.  There would be no formal repercussions, but the Dame's influence was long reaching.  Not to mention the personal ramifications for Vaako.  You were just a lowly worker.  While on the surface, the Necropolis functioned on merit, it would be foolish not to underestimate the backroom deals and politics.

You shook your head and picked up your tablet.  No point in worrying about it right that moment.  Vaako seemed to have a plan.  You tried to focus on your work, but Riddick's teasing voice kept repeating in your mind.

Keep what you kill.

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Bad Plan

A/n: this fic that I’m adding into rotation is one I started well over a year ago. The original first chapter was over 5k words long so I’m going to have to break it up. It’s also Karl Urban, cause I mean, hello he’s gorgeous as well.

Summary: Renee had a fail proof plan to get rid of her nervousness for sending in her writing manuscripts. Audition for a movie, surely she'll get rejected.

The plan backfired and now she has to act, joining a crew of seasoned actors from Star Trek. Her quick friendship leads her down the rabbit hole with Karl Urban.

CHAPTER 1:part 1

Some of the dumbest things in my life I have done because of the phase 'meh, why not'. This however was more based on trying to get used to being rejected. You see, I'm a writer, I write fiction and screen plays. I have yet to send one to get publish or sent to be read by a director, mainly for the fear of being told 'hey, this sucks, so do your self a favor and stop wasting your time writing.' My bright idea was 'hey, let's audition for some movie roles, you'll surely be turned down multiple times and get used to it'.

So when I got a call back for a second audition my anxiety sored  through the roof and I felt like relocating to Mexico. This is not how this was supposed to go, I'm not an actor. I was supposed to be laughed at and told to bugger off.

When I received the call after the second audition and was told I got the female co lead in this movie I about choked and died. I have massive anxiety problems when in new place, new situations, and around people I don't know. This was not the plan, and just like life has always done in the past it decided to slap me face and pull the rug out beneath my feet.

“So, Renee," my sister, Rosalyn inquired with a hint of amusement in her voice as I was breathing into a paper bag, "whatchya going to do now? Can't exactly back out."

“Says who?" I sneered into the bag, sitting on the couch.

“The fact you went through both auditions," she giggled, " how's your bright idea now?"

“Bite me, rainbow bright." I leaned back into the couch, pulling the paper away from my face. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to think clearly. There was a couple saving graces about this movie set. A.) it was local, it was being filmed in and around the Oregon city area and B.) I was a no-body. I could blend in a lot easier.

“What's the name of movie? Who's going to be in it?" She pounced on to the couch next to me, I turned my head ever so slightly and just stared her. This month her hair was pale blue with hot pink roots, her ghostly colored skin was pinkened from just get done working out.

“I don't know, to either of those questions."

“How do you not know? What's was the script you read?"

“I wasn't paying attention and I can't remember. I was trying to get through the ordeal."

“Your going to make a horrible actress if you can't remember any of that." She stated, pushing up off the couch. "What about your normal job? Since it takes a couple of months to film."

“I already talked to my manager, I'm taking a leave of absence. And thanks for the ego boost."

“Your welcome!"

*****

The next few weeks after that were spent getting my rear end handed to me by a personal trainer. Who by the way, was adamant about a very strict eating schedule, which I was severely punished for daily by drinking Starbucks. I also had a trainer for learning how to fight, all of it choreographed of course but still. Most nights I came home very late and couldn't remember how I made it my bed. Just to wake up to my phone going off by Satan calling me two hours before I was supposed to work out.

My sister being the loving and caring individual she was would poke my sore muscles. Drink some wine and have her Starbucks all while telling me I couldn't have some. Yes, I knew it was revenge for the countless times I did things to pester her but still.

The first evening on set was a cast and crew get together. I learned that I was joining in on an established movie sequence. So everyone knew each other, except for me. Wonderful. Just my luck, I showed up in my ratty jeans and a nice top. I was told it was a casual occasion, no need to dress up. My short cropped hair was sporting a recent sun burn, first time I have ever had one but then again I didn't start buzzing my head till a couple months ago.

I was wandering around trying to find where we were all supposed to meet up. I found no security guards to help me out, which I thought was odd. I turned down a corridor and bumped into a gentleman.

“Oh, I'm sorry." His accent was heavy, he seemed hesitant on whether to say sir of miss.

“No, it's my fault. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking. I'm really lost so i keep checking my phone and I'm rattling on, sorry."

“It's okay," he chuckled, my brain was trying to get my attention but I ignored it. "I'm lost myself. Where are you headed to?"

“Some hall, I'm supposed to meet up with a bunch of people I don't know. So it’s not like I can text anybody for help." I showed him the details on my phone.

“Looks like we are headed to same place, but I know everybody. And none of them are answering their phones anyway." He smiled, something about this guy. I recognized his smile, but not his voice. Which is odd for me, normally I recognized voiced first.

“Well, isn't that nice of them." I chuckled, he was a damn good looking man.

“I guess it would be better to be lost with someone then be lost alone." He stuck his elbow out inviting me to take it.

“Sounds like a wonderful plan, People look at ya weird when you talk to yourself." Open mouth insert foot. He let out a deep chuckle.

“That's for sure." We continued to wandered the abandoned building.

“Karl!" Someone yelled from behind us, he turned his head looking over shoulder. It was dark and couldn't make out the mans voice but I knew who it was right off the bat. He jogged over. "Where the hell have you been?"

“Lost." We followed Chris as he walked back the room where everyone was. It didn't take long to figure out who I was walking with or what movie this was now. "who's your new friend?"

“Actually I never got her name."

“My name is Renee Winter."

“Ah, your going to play the new ensing." Pine flashed his pearly whites. We walked into the large hall. Easily over a hundred people, slightly loud, and I felt like a panic attack was about to hit. I must of instinctively gripped Karl's arm a bit tighter. He looked over at me with a bit of concern on his face.

“Hey, your fine. Just breathe." He whispered into my ear. "Let's go get a drink and then I'll introduce to everyone."

He ordered two drinks, I was trying to gather myself back up. He handed me something, I took a sip, it was sweet and warm despite the ice.  He made eye contact with me, and smiled.

“So what's your anxiety from? The amount of people or because of who all is in the room?" He asked, I turned my head to survey the room. Karl gently brought his knuckle up and turned my head back to face him. "Breathe, and keep looking at me."

“There's a lot of people here, and it's the complete uncertainty of the situation." I breathed out, breaking eye contact and looked down at the ground.

“You'll be fine, we can go and let you meet people one on one. Take a break and step out into the hall, get a breather in." I just nodded, slowly looking back up at him. "I have a couple close friends and family members who have anxiety. So don't worry about judgement."

He slowly lead me around the room, I faked being fine. Joking around while getting to know the cast. It was an hour into the shindig before we stepped out in the hall. I sped to the opposite wall and started to gulp down air like fish.

“No wonder they picked you. If it weren't for the death grip, I wouldn't have suspected that you any anxiety." He jested.

“Sorry, bout that." Turning, pressing my back against the cool wall. I stared at ceiling, wondering how big of an ass I was making myself out to be.

“So, tell me about yourself, Renee." He asked leaning up against the wall with me.

“Like what?"

“What other acting gigs have you done?"

“None, literally the first time auditioned."

“Seriously? Lucky break, most get turned down hundreds of times."

“I know, I was banking on that."

“Huh?" I could see the perplexed look out of the corner of my eye.

“I'm not an actor, I'm a writer. I was doing this to get used to rejection before I sent my stuff to get published. But seeing how I'm cursed, I ended up getting the part." I chuckled to myself.

“Wow, how's that going for ya?" He chuckled with me.

“You know, my sister asked me the same thing."

“Sounds like a smart lady, come on. Time to go back in there." I took a deep breath and walked back in.

“Sorry, I'm terribly late, I got lost in the building." I heard a very unmistakable British accent. Well, my sister is going to flip when I tell her this.

“No big deal, Tom. So did we." Karl replied, giving the man a hug.

“Glad to hear I wasn't the one." Tom chuckled back.

“Tom, this is Renee. She's also new to the Star Trek world." Tom took my hand a gently shook it.

“Pleasure to meet you." He smiled, yeah, my sister was going to murder me in my sleep.

“Nice to meet you too." The rest of the night was just greeting and making small chat. The end of the night Karl walked me back to my car. "Seriously though, thank you. I don't think I would of made it. I would of stood awkwardly in the corner the whole time, looking at my phone every two minutes."

“No big deal. So what hotel do they have you staying at?" We finally reached my car, I grin back at him.

“The beauty of this, I get to go home every night. I live local."

“Lucky duck." He laughed, "kinda jealous."

“Yeah, but I don't get room service. I mean I could try yelling at my sister to make me food but she's a chef and hates coming home to cook. So she would probably poison my food."

“Yeah, don't do that." I opened my car and sat in the seat. "See you tomorrow?"

“Yeah, I'm supposed to be at the make up trailer at 5am. So I'll probably be up earlier, knowing satan." He gave me a weird look. "The personal trainer they gave me."

“Ah." He laughed. I started my car and waved before I left.

*****

“So, tell me." I had just barely cracked the door open.

“Not even going to let me walk in." She was waiting on the couch like black panther.

“Nope, what movie? Who's it in? And no spoilers."

“The new Star Trek, the usual suspects. And I can't tell you all the crew with out giving you any spoilers." I smirked.

“Hang on, what do you mean you can't tell me all the crew without giving me spoilers?!"

“Because someone is in it that normally isn't. And you said no spoilers." I smirk walking into my room.

“Renee Abigail Winter! I'm not done talking to you!" She yelled following me.

“Rosalyn Amy Winter, you told me not to tell you." I flopped onto my bed, repressing my urge to laugh.

“Come on, Renee. Tell me." She pleaded, I shook my head.

“Oh, look at the time, it's midnight and I have to be at work at 5am. I really do need to get some rest now." I feigned a yawn, I was tired but this was far more entertaining.

“Please?!" She was hopeless, if I didn't tell I would get no sleep. If I did tell, well, I probably get no sleep.

“How about how this, I'll text you tomorrow when I get a chance. Because I really do have to get some sleep."

“Fine." Her voice was full of rejection as she slid off the bed. "You better remember."

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Felcities of Rapid Motion- Chekov x Reader

A/N: I’ve survived two 8am lectures and I’ve got another two to go. Also, archaeology is the bastard lovechild of Science and History, pass it on. I’m so sorry it took so long, anon, I got a little stuck but then I figured it out. Also, thanks to everyone for sending in prompts, they should all be finished very soon :) I’m still open for all sorts of things though :)))))))

This is just a little Jane Austen inspired, but like not really, I decided Regency AU was a terrible idea unless you wanna 60k fic it. Also feat Bond!Karl Urban (hehehehe). Also, I wanted to try something a little new with romance that isn’t as IN YOUR FACE is kinda just starting out and blossoming, hopefully it’s still good???

Title: Felicities of Rapid Motion Tags: Chekov x Reader, Blatant Archaeology, Bones’ southerness Ratings: T (I really should wash my mouth out with soap) Words:1,300+ Prompt: “You look... You like you should; eyes filled with stars and a smile that could make a goddess jealous.” Prompt List: here (x) Master List: here (x)

The Felicities of Rapid Motion

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a Vulcan High Councillor and a Star Fleet Captain in possession of mutually beneficial intentions must be in want of a ball.

It was a rare occasion aboard the Enterprise, and rarer still back in the Academy. But the thought of a Ball wile drifting in the endless stars and galaxies of the universe was enough for every crewmate aboard the scientific vessel to fucking wet themselves.

“And you, missy? You got a date?” You rolled your eyes at Bones and returned your eyes to the fragments of stone you had been gently scraping away at. Perhaps if you were lucky, there would be traces of the ancient civilisation’s DNA left in it, before it was severely affected by the meteor impact.

“I don’t know, Bones. I mean, I’m so close to figuring out this little detail. You know, it could completely re-write Xenoarchaeology’s interpretation of the fall of-“

“Okay Ensign Y/L/N, we get it, you’re gonna conquer the universe with your historical mumbo-jumbo.” Bones gently rolled his eyes before leaning on the bench, a little concerned. “But you gotta have a break, kiddo, can’t have you fallin’ asleep in the labs and on equipment.”

“No, I mean I can’t even find a date!” You laughed a little, though really not minding the fact. Or at least you thought you didn’t… never mind. “And besides, as if I have a ballgown or something to wear.”

“Well unfortunately for you, I’m a doctor not a fairy godmother.” Bones twirled a stirring rod that you had left beside a couple of beakers and test tubes. “Well, about dates, you can’t ask the people you have lunch with, can you?”

“Well, I tried setting up Montez with Fonteyn and that absolutely failed because Montez it turned out just wanted to get into my pants,” You began ticking off people in your little dining hall group. “And, well, It just doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would-“

“What about Russian Whiz kid?” Bones tried with a raised brow.

“God no, I turned him down because I thought it was a joke. Turns out it was a real date.” You shuddered a little at the memory. There was no way that Ensign Chekov was serious, or so you had thought. You’d scoffed a little in the turbo lift, unable to believe what it was you were hearing. But it turned out he’d been in earnest.

And then the guilt began to eat at you, your heart sinking in complete and utter terror, unable to believe how callously you’d just turned Chekov down.

You thought for the briefest glimmer of a second that you’d seen the hurt pass before his hazel eyes. But in an instant they glimmered mischievously once again, a puppyish grin pulling at his mouth and his fingers raking through curls.

You’d fucked up. You’d done fucked up.

So you did whatever was humanely possible to avoid Chekov until the whole fiasco had blown over.

So pretty much until the galaxy collapsed in on itself.

Chekov realised that in retrospect, using the phrase “Did you know that the phrase cinePADD and chill was actually inwented in Russia?” to pick up a girl, was a terrible mistake. Especially if the intention to date said girl was rather serious.

But now, sweating in his rarely-worn tuxedo, he was genuinely worried. Ensign Y/L/N didn’t have a date as far as he knew (Bones told Uhura who told Sulu who told Kirk who told Spock who told quite literally the entirety of the Bridge), and while not everyone was required to have a date, he hadn’t seen her all night. Well, the night was still young.

Perhaps he just hadn’t seen her amidst rich silks and sumptuous velvets. Perhaps he’d just missed her, wearing a thin waft of chiffon and dissipating like autumn fog.

But as the gala drew on and the band played more songs, it became apparent to Pavel that she simply wasn’t there. She wasn’t mingling with remaining members of Vulcan council, trying glean pieces of history, or with Star Fleet officials, trying to find a post to some undiscovered planet.

“She’s not here,” Bones raised a ridiculously well-groomed brow, taking a sip of whiskey. It was rather difficult for Pavel to get a word in with the doctor as he had been besieged with various members of the crew, attempting to get laid, preferably with Bones still in the suit. “Decided to stay behind in the labs,”

“Oh,”

“Don’t worry Chekov, you had nothing to do with it,” Bones clapped him hard enough on his shoulder blade for his grimace to give way to a slight wince of pain.

“Do you zink she’s lonely down zere?” Pavel hazarded a question, sure that Bones probably wouldn’t cuff him behind the head. The gentle implications of his statement said that it was definitely his fault that she was spending her time alone. Probably enjoying her time alone as it meant a certain escape from him or anyone else.

“Probably not, son, she’s got millennia-old bits of dead bastards.” Bones replied before swiftly walking away at the sight of an engineering lieutenant who seemed to have her feelers wrapped tightly around Bones whenever in the vicinity.

It seemed rather rude, Pavel finally decided; to simply leave her alone without at least saying sorry. Perhaps she had just panicked? Or perhaps she really did not like him, either way it warranted a proper apology. And someone had to be concerned for her wellbeing.

It soon dawned upon him, after several minutes she was not in any of the labs. He couldn’t spy her studious form in any of the reflective, sanitised surfaces- the sharp, alcoholic smell assaulting his nose.

Eventually he found himself wandering to the emptied mess hall, hoping that perhaps she was helping herself to a serving of synthesised ice-cream.

And there she was, sitting cross-legged upon the floor, still dressed in her uniform and her hair in it’s usual carefree style. She stared out quietly, head resting in her hands, seemingly unaware of the distant noises around her as her eyes glittered with the colourful glow of the nebula.

“Y/N?” Pavel hesitated a little as he slowly drew nearer and nearer, locked in her gravitational pull and unable to leave- not that he would want to. “Are you alright?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. I never really liked galas that much anyway.” She shrugged slightly before turning to face him, her cheeks dampened with slight tears. “I’m- I’m sorry about the whole… shitfest,”

“Eets’s alright, I vas terrible,” He laughed, deciding that it would be for the best to join her on the cold floor tucking his legs and wrapping his arms around them. “What?”

“The tuxedo suits you,” She smiled, reaching out to tap the bow-tie Sulu had painstakingly knotted for him as he fidgeted, Kirk adjusting Chekov’s insignia cufflinks. “Did everyone look lovely?”

“Qvite,” He nodded enthusiastically in memory of what could only be described as a blur of fabric and spilled drinks. “Bones vas running avay from everyone, Uhura vas dancing, Kirk vas singing. You’d look lovely with them,” he added as an after-thought.

“Me? No, no…” She protested quietly, turning her head away from his gaze and facing the nebula once again, the now golden glow casting swirling patterns of light, dancing upon her beautiful face. “I look terrible-“

“No. You look… you look as you should,” Chekov refuted in all earnest before softening, realising how much he was telling the truth. She did look at home, at peace with the uniform, wearing it with pride. “Mesmerising, vith eyes filled vith stars and a smile zat could make a goddess jealous.”

“That was… poetic.” She admitted, shaking her head but her dazzling smile gracing her face, wiping away the now drying tears. “Was it true?”

“Of course,” He answered. “Are you lonely? Vould you rather be at ze party?”

“No, no. I’ve got you, haven’t I?”

She was right, Chekov thought. He was incandescently happy by her side, simply sitting back and watching the nebula, the gala drowned out in the stillness and her presence.

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[samingtonwilson]

Really Like, Like (Bones x Reader)

Title: Really Like, Like (get it. when you tell someone you like, like them as opposed to just like.) 

Prompt: “On a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?” & "Don't give me the puppy dog eyes..." Bones x Reader please! <3:

Word count: 1,864

Warnings: language, very cutesy (which isn’t really a warning unless you’re a master cynicist like me)

A/N: i obviously intended on completing this sooner but i found time today and i watched a film with karl urban in it last night so he’s been on my mind. i hope you enjoy it even though it’s definitely not at all what you probably thought it would be and i adjusted the wording of the prompts a lil hahaha

Seated atop a biobed in the emergency unit of a crowded medbay, you swung your legs. It was unusual to be sitting there without an injury or ailment, especially judging by your current coughing, wheezing, and groaning company, but you had a greater need to see the great Chief Medical Officer that you had spent a day avoiding at all costs.

Leonard didn’t embrace evasive approaches quite like you did. He wasn’t one to shy away from the expression of his unhappiness or dissatisfaction— he was actually one to seek out the occasion to supply reason for his abyss-like grimaces. Maybe that’s why you had grown to like him so much— the authenticity in the face of every opportunity to be fraudulent. His authenticity wasn’t degrading or hurtful, either— if he had something to say, he would say it but his intentions and meanings never even verged on frown worthy.

You, however, would do whatever it took to veer away from confrontation— like hide out in the botany lab from dusk ‘til dawn. And it was very much like you to do so during circumstances that you had a bit of fault in. It wasn’t all your fault, of course, and things that were so great, and felt so great didn’t seem to be something blameable.

But, you had to admit, sleeping with him was a mistake— and repetitions of mistakes didn’t usually result in the untying of the mistake knot, but rather tightened the knot each and every time. However, it seems as if you forgot that fact each time a little whiskey tickled your throat and your eyes zeroed in on Leonard with his dark features, and dark hair, and dark humor, and dark posture— a term which may or may not have been coined by you to describe the tense, brooding, towering way with which he stood.

It wasn’t a mistake because of a particular dislike between the two of you, but was a mistake due to the exact opposite. You liked him, more than you would feel comfortable admitting, and you had no idea how he felt— even though Jim repeatedly told you the doctor felt the same way. So, tossing your nervousness aside, you metaphorically tightened the metaphorical belt around your very real Starfleet-issued dress and resorted to confronting the man— the uncertainty of his feelings in addition to the uncertainty of space was too much uncertainty for you to handle.

When he finally strode through the sliding doors, his eyes remained on the screen of his PADD. He didn’t look exceptionally happy with his furrowed brow, pursed lips, and tensed jaw, and that was only confirmed by the little attention he paid a throng of nurses approaching him with questions.

Once the PADD was passed onto one of the aforementioned nurses, he retrieved his tricorder and moved towards the patients not yet cleared by Dr. M’Benga that was almost done with the rounds he’d started over an hour ago.

Unfortunately, you were not in the patient mood required to withstand an hour of Leonard making rounds— in the “patience is a virtue” patient sense, and the literal “God-get-me-off-this-biobed- immediately-I’m-really-not-sick” patient sense— and coughed.

Customarily, a cough wouldn’t have made a difference in your present setting but the way in which you coughed— or rather, “hacked-like-an-old-man-with-tuberculosis”— beckoned Leonard’s hazel eyes from a vomiting ensign to you, a smirking lieutenant.

He narrowed his eyes and called for one of the other physicians to look after the bucket-clutching junior officer before shaking his head to himself once and walking over. Without a word, he pulled the curtain around your biobed shut and crossed his arms over his chest, the blue fabric of his uniform crumpling. “By the sound of it, you either woke up with tuberculosis or pneumonia.”

“That’s amazing, I was going for tuberculosis,” you said, responding to his scowl with a small smile. “How’d you get that on the first try? Was it my phenomenal acting chops or your amazing doctor chops?”

The corners of his lips were struggling to not quirk upwards. He looked over you once in an examining, investigative sort of way. “You look good—”

“Aw, you look good, too.”

“— so you’re just taking a bed from someone who may really need it,” he finished with a pointed glare, his Southern drawl making you smile a little wider. “If you came to ask whose quarters we’re using tonight, I spent all morning two days ago trying to get your damn eyeliner off my pillows and don’t want to do that again tomorrow.”

“You can regenerate skin and watch ensigns puke up their guts but can’t deal with a little makeup on your linens?” Despite the miniscule smile Leonard finally let grace his lips and the steps he took towards you, you shook your head once with a click of your tongue. “But arguing that isn’t why I’m here.”

Nodding, he took a few more steps and leaned his hands against the stiff attempt at cushioning beside either of your legs. His eyes were level with yours now and puffs of his breath caressed your cheeks. “What’s going on?”

You shrugged, wiping the palms of your hands against your lap. You laughed a bit nervously. “Not much, what’s going on with you?”

He sighed out. “(Y/N), —”

“I know, I know. Stop making jokes.” You pulled the cuffs of your sleeves to cover your hands halfway. You wet your lips and cleared your throat, only speaking after several silent beats, “Did you know Spock and Nyota are back together again? It’s like an episode of ‘The Green-blooded and the Restless’ with those two.”

“What happened to not making jokes?”

“I don’t know, I can’t help it. It’s a nervous habit.”

“Is that why you’ve been ignoring all of my transmissions and seeking refuge in the botany lab?”

You looked at him questioningly and he shrugged. “Yeah, your staff isn’t a group of people I’d trust with half a secret.” He sighed again before he took one of his hands from the bed and placed it on the side of your face, his thumb grazing over your cheekbone. “Darlin’, you have no reason to be nervous around me.”

You stared back at him and followed the movements of his eyes, doing your best to not lean into his palm— you stayed silent all throughout.

His eyes visibly widened and his eyebrows came together. With a sad frown painted over his lips, he tilted his head to the left. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You had begun to tilt your head as well until he punctuated his statement with a further widening of his eyes. You instead felt your jaw slack so your mouth fell open with a laugh. “Are you a six year old trying to get your way? Don’t do puppy eyes, you maniac!”

“Well you won’t talk!” he exclaimed at a greater volume. He pushed off the bed and turned around to lean back against the edge, standing adjacent to you with his arms crossed. “It usually works,” he grumbled.

“Did your daughter teach you that?” you asked, biting down on your lip to keep from smiling. “I’m sorry, but you’re probably not as cute as she is.”

“We can debate that after your comedy routine.”

You sighed. “Bones, I don’t— Talking about serious things, or about things that bother me, or whatever… that’s not something I do with anyone, especially when I care about their opinion of me.”

“If it makes you feel better, my opinion of you preceding this discussion was positive,” he said softly in the gruff voice of his. He stared down at shoes. “Now I think you’re on course to shoot my sanity to hell alongside yours.”

You laughed through your nose. “That’s fair.” You combed your fingers through your hair and inhaled deeply, trying to calm the beating in your chest that caused your heart to slam against your ribs. “I just, I wanted to know what this is.”

He stayed quiet and only looked at you.

“I know I’m not usually one to need a label or a definition— or a relationship at all, for that matter— I just really like you,” you admitted with a short laugh. “Like, in that annoying elementary school way— like I want to hold hands under the lunch table and pass notes in class. Or, more realistically, while Kirk is talking during meetings.” You stared at the curtain spread out ahead of you rather than meet his gaze. “It’s embarrassing, and weird, and you’re one of the most sarcastic, cynical people I’ve ever met— I know that, but I still want it.” You paused for a moment. “Not in lieu of sex, I mean in addition to sex. I mean, I still want to have sex— I just want it to mean something.”

When you finally looked at him, his narrowed eyes were tracing your features and his eyebrows were still knit together. “Add rambling to your list of nervous habits.”

You snorted and nodded despite yourself. “Sure, right after I add ‘Leonard McCoy’ to my to-kill list.”

He laughed a bit, the warm sound welcome in the cold medbay you forgot you were situated in until you heard a series of coughs and beeping machines. He leaned towards you, his lips stopping mere inches before yours as if giving you time to back away.

He kissed you softly, maneuvering himself so he stood in front of you and nudging your legs apart to stand between them. When you broke the kiss, he kept one of his hands against your cheek and left his arm around your waist so your body stayed close to his. “You were right before. My opinion of you has changed for the worse.”

“Fantastic.”

“Because,” he said pointedly, narrowing his eyes, “I used to think you were smart enough to detect this isn’t just sex for me— it never has been.”

You pushed at his chest which only led to him holding onto you tighter. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You’re too busy laughing at everything you say to give me any indication of how you would take this. Sweetheart, you may talk more than any living being on Earth and in space, but you manage to be a frustratingly closed book.” He shook his head once. “In lieu of sex. I’d like to see how long you’d last replacing sex with passing notes and hand-holding.”

“I could last.”

“You?” he asked with a snort. “Good one.”

“You know, —”

“No, I don’t,” he interrupted, leaning forward to kiss you again but deeper.

You had no desire to break the kiss but, upon hearing the sounds of gagging, you pulled away. “I’m keeping you from your work— you’re ignoring your physician’s oath just to makeout with me on a biobed.”

“How illegal do you think that is? Scale of one to ten, how illegal is it to neglect the lives of the wounded and diseased I could be saving just to kiss you in the emergency ward?”

“You lose a patient, I say about a seven— otherwise, I think you could get away with it.”

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