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Rules: make a new post and spell out your URL with song titles, (then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL - Optional)
New rule: Don’t use an artist more than once
Wasn't tagged, but wanted to do it.
M - 'Most of All' - Brandi Carlile
A - 'Annies Song' - John Denver
K - 'Keep me in your heart' - The Wailin' Jennies
E - 'Evermore' - Dan Stevens
M - 'Million Reasons' - Lady Gaga
E - 'Easy Silence' - The Chicks
I - 'I Like it Heavy' - Halestorm
M - 'Misbelieving' - Allie X
A - 'A Million Dreams' - P!nk
G - 'Gravity' - Sara Bareilles
I - 'Immigrant Song' - Led Zepplin
N - 'Never Enough' - Loren Allred
E - 'Express' - Christina Aguilera
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Star Trek masterlist Part 2
Yes, I'm doing a second part because Tumblr wouldn't let me do everyone in one thing!
The following fanfictions are not mine. This is simply a list of oneshots (sometimes fanfics) that I have enjoyed.
Credit goes to the creators, thank you so much for writing this!!!!
Containing Characters from:
The Original Series/ The Alternative Original Series
The Next Generation
Deep Space Nine
Characters:
Q
Worf
Elim Garak
Kathryn Janeway
Star Trek: The Next Generation
Q:
The Crew Reacting to You Dating Q Would Include… ( by @starfleetimagines )
Not That Bad ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )
Possibly a new friend? ( by @soft-for-them )
(PICARD SEASON 2 SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Q comforting his mortal partner about his death would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )
Dating Q would include ( by @hotchswifey )
"Who did this? Who hurt you? " ( by @reedalert )
Inevitable Heartbreak ( by @stardate2603 )
I’ll Be Back ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )
Hello my dear ( by @wrathkitty ) ( This is actually a fanfic on a03 but I loved it so so much ( Best Q x Reader/ OC on Ao3 at all) , that I linked it here )
“it’s a shame someone this hot could be such a prick.” ( by @hotchswifey )
“Are you going to kill me?” ( by @impalaanddemons )
First Kiss ( by @klingonn-klingoff )
Q finding out you got hurt while defending him when he’s human ( by @captainpikeswoman )
injuries & cabins ( by @hotchswifey )
Q When You Have a Panic Attack ( by @clarkimagines )
Confessions ( by @reedalert )
Infinity ( by @impalaanddemons )
“I don’t know what I feel, but that’s irrelevant.” ( by @labrats-and-clonetroopers )
Loving Q would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )
Worf:
( It's not much, because I didn't find that much, but I wanted to add it)
“What were you thinking?” ( by @starfleetimagines )
Infected ( by @stardate2603 )
Complications ( by @stardate2603 )
Worf comforts his S/O ( by @randomnessunicorn-imagine )
“You did this for me?” ( by @starfleetimagines )
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Elim Garak:
Meeting the Family ( by @capan-devereaux )
Garak comforting you after losing a loved one would include: ( by @captainpikeswoman )
Dukat Visits ( by @sillylittletrekkie )
Safe Space ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )
Behind her back ( by @deep-space-elf )
Judgmental Family Headcanons ( by @cardassian-enthusiast )
Presents ( by @starfleetimagines )
Garak having a crush on you ( by @captainpikeswoman )
Secret Crush ( by @sillylittletrekkie )
"I can't help it. You're just really warm. Like a giant heater." ( by @randomnessunicorn-imagine )
Deflection ( by @deepspacedukat )
Rescue Party ( by @starfleetimagines )
Break and Borrow ( by @cardassiansstolebutton )
"So, you like me?" ( by @starfleetimagines )
Mysterious eyes ( by @reedalert )
Lulled To Sleep ( by @starfleetimagines )
Christmas ( by @capan-devereaux )
Garak and pregnant s/o ( by @cardassian-enthusiast )
Star Trek: Voyager
Kathryn Janeway:
Here For You ( by @starfleetimagines )
I love you ( by @magical-warlock )
Coming home ( by @clarkimagines )
Cuddling Headcanons ( by @ninja-hamsterstyle )
You've Got To Be Kidding Me ( by @startrekkingaroundasgard )
Comforting ( by @starfleetimagines )
Dating Captain Janeway would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )
The comfort in complaining ( by @whatif-animagineblog )
The Holodeck ( by @poetictrekkie )
Locked Up ( by @starfleetimagines )
The Borg Initiative ( by @whatif-animagineblog )
Coffee or Tea ( by @poetictrekkie )
I don't need a hero ( by @marvelouslytrekking )
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Ass Rollers Out Of Context
DM:(out of character after I ruined what was supposed to be the epic final fight for my story arch) Dude. You nuked your mom.
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She Who Paints The Stars by @whatif-animagineblog
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Come Back To Bed II Leonard McCoy x Reader
This drabble is part of my 800 Follower Celebration!
Summary: A stormy day on a strange planet and a needy Doctor demand your attention.
Requested by a lovely anon: “hello!! first off, congratulations on 800!! i'd love to request a leonard mccoy x fem reader drabble with the prompt "You're so needy", preferably with the reader saying it😚fluffy or smutty, its up to you! thank you :)💕”
A/N: I had so much fun writing for Bones again! Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for sending in the request, love! <33
Words: 688
Pairing: Leonard McCoy (AOS) x fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff
„Leonard, Len, wake up!“
In complete awe, you stared out of the two huge windows across your bed. The small hotel room was overlooking a huge forest, giving a perfect view of the oncoming storm. Outside, the sky had darkened and you could almost the creaking of the trees which began to sway in the wind. The planet you were on at the moment was old and ancient and as thunder rumbled for the first time, a shiver went down your spine. The pure, ferocious force behind it made you grab the sheets and pull them up a little higher, leaving you feeling small and vulnerable. Then all of the sudden, the gates in the sky opened and masses of water fell down, clattering against the windows and roof with a deafening sound.
Or … wait, was that even water?
“Leonard!”, you called his name again, softly nudging him with your elbow.
The doctor next to you grumbled and tried to bury his face deeper into the pillow.
“Wake up, look!”
Another groan followed but he finally opened his eyes, looking at you sleepily. “What is it, darling?”, he said and yawned.
“The rain,” was all you managed to get out.
With a sigh, Leonard slowly sat up. “Oh.”
The rain was … red. A dark red, reminding you of the colors of your Starfleet uniform. It kept on pouring down, leaving streaks on the glass, changing the colors of the leaves outside.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.
“It reminds me of a horror movie,” Leonard stated dryly. Then he moved closer to you, pulling you in his arms. “You’re beautiful, though,” he muttered, planting a kiss on your hair.
You giggled. “Well, you’re not so bad yourself.” Turning your attention back to the rain, you asked: “Why do you think it’s red?”
He shrugged. “Ask Spock, he probably knows. Something to do with chemicals and science.” He moved again so that he had now access to your neck. Immediately, Leonard began to pepper it with soft kisses.
You chuckled. “Thank you, Dr. McCoy for that enlightening answer.”
You could feel Leonard smiling against your skin and you closed your eyes, enjoying his touch. Oh, how you wished you could stay like this for the rest of your days.
“What do you say, darling,” Leonard murmured. “We stay in bed the whole day today. This weather is practically an invitation to do so…”
“Mhh,” you sighed. “I wish, we could. But I promised Jim to have breakfast with him in,” you glanced at the watch on the nightstand, “exactly fifteen minutes.”
You didn’t have to see his face to know that he rolled his eyes. “And you have to join him on this secret diplomat meeting before lunch,” you added and sat up to look at him. He wore a smirk on his lips, gazing at you in a way that made you want to cancel everything and just crawl back under the sheets with him.
“We can cancel, y’know,” he suggested as if he had read your mind.
You shook your head and quickly planted a soft kiss on his lips before getting out of bed.
“We can call Jim and say you’re sick,” he proposed when you went into the bathroom to get into your uniform and freshen up.
“From your room? He’s gonna be here in warp speed, kicking your ass when he finds out you seduced his little sister.”
You could hear Leonard laugh in the bedroom. When you walked back inside, he stretched his arm out for you. “Come back to bed!”
“You’ll have me back tonight,” you grinned at him.
“But I want you now!”, he pleaded.
Oh, those butterflies in your tummy. “You’re so needy!”, you laughed.
When he didn’t lower his arm though, you finally gave in and let yourself fall back on the bed again. Not even a second later, Leonard was on top of you.
“You bewitched me, Y/N, or else do you explain how fast I’m already falling for you,” he whispered before he leaned in to kiss you.
Maybe Jim could wait a few more minutes …
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A/N: Thank you for reading! <33
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Loops and Hooks
Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy x Reader
Fluff!!
A/N: This is a fic about the reader teaching Leonard how to crochet. I like to crochet myself, and who dosn’t like the idea of McCoy doing small crafty things? Anyways, I had a draft of this in my notebook for about a year. Today I typed it up and added a little extra into it.
The medbay was quiet with most of the crew off on shore leave. As per Starfleet protocol, the Medway was still up and running with limited crew. The few patients were all stable and not needing any attention, and the corresponding charts had been filled out. You had already restocked the supplies and checked on the machines, all of which had been serviced before the leave and was in good working order. Even the pot of coffee was fresh, with all of the cups and extra pots cleaned and in order. Dr. McCoy would be especially pleased with that. You two had been going out for long enough to know that caffeine was one of the things he treasured most in life.
“Is there anything else you would like me to do doctor?” You ask out of formality.
Leonard McCoy looked up from the PADD he was reading from. “No, that’s all.”
You double checked all of the monitors, still displaying the same numbers they had been when you checked five minutes ago.
“Do you mind if I bring my latest project in? It’s small.”
“I mean, as long as it’s not dangerous or something, I don’t see why not,” he shrugged.
“Thank you, Doctor,” you called back, already walking out of the room.
You disappeared down the hall to your quarters and grabbed a bag filled with yarn, crochet hooks, knitting needles, and patterns and hurry back to the Medbay.
Finding a nice, quiet corner in the staff room, you sat on the couch with your things on the couch beside you. Pulling out a half-finished scarf, you began to work on it, carefully looping the yarn around the hook and through the small holes required for the pattern.
You glance up to find Dr. McCoy watching you.
“Impressive. You definitely don’t see much of that anymore.”
“Thanks, I like it. It’s relaxing, not to mention rewarding to see a finished product,” you answered, still very focused on the pattern, trying to be careful not to lose count of your stitches.
“What are you making?”
“A scarf.”
“Darlin’, you do know that the temperature is set to make sure that the ship never gets cold?”
You playfully swatted his arm, making him laugh. “Yes, Len, of course I do.”
“It’ll look awfully nice when it’s done. You do look nice in everything though.”
“You flatter me too much.”
He kept on watching you quietly, and you could tell by the way his eyebrows furled that he was trying to figure out how everything worked and the pattern in the movements.
“Have you ever knit or crochet anything before?”
“Darlin’, I’m from Georgia. I’ve only seen my grandma and her friends ‘knit’ together, which was her code for gossiping but with yarn out. She did try to show me once though, but instead of finishing with a pair of socks, I ended with knots. Besides, the temperature never really went lower than about 2 degrees celsius. It’s not like I needed to learn because I needed to make a hat or something.”
“Well, yeah but you can make blankets or something for your quarters. Also though, it will help to keep the dexterity and coronation in hands. Good for hotshot surgeons like yourself.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he nodded.
“I can teach you now, if you’d like. It’s not like there’s much else going on now. It’s easier than it looks.”
He shrugged his shoulders as if to say; “Why not?”
You pulled some extra yarn out of the bag you had brought with you and handed him a hook. You showed him how to start the scarf he was making and how to do a simple single crochet.
“All you need to do here is make two loops of yarn, then pull it through.”
“Like this?”
“Yes. Now, you pick up one loop and pull it through again.” You watched him carefully pull the yarn through and look back for approval. “Looks good. That’s the only stitch you need for this. I’m going to go check on the patients. Keep working on this until I get back.”
When you left, you peeked back in the room from the edge of the doorframe, smiling at the sight.
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The shift you had the day before with Len had ended quietly, but the one you had just finished today without him had not.
Exhausted, you stumbled back to your quarters where he said to meet him. You opened the door and were met with the smell of candles and dinner being made for you. You smiled, he knew you well.
“Hey Darlin’. I thought you’d be tired so I tried to make your evening as pleasant as possible.”
He put dinner on the table he had set for the two of you.
“You are the best boyfriend ever. Did you know that?”
“You’ve mentioned it one or twice. Not sure how true or objective it is, but I’ll take it. Also, I have something for you.” He got up and handed you a gift bag.
“Aw Len, you shouldn’t have.” You pulled out the sparkly tissue paper to reveal a misshapen scarf- the same one that you had shown him how to make the day before.
You giggled and looked back up at him. “Len, it’s perfect.”
“I asked the computer how to finish it off. It’s a little crooked, but I hope you still like it.”
“Of course I do,” you pulled him in for a hug, “it’s a thoughtful gift from you, and that is what make it perfect.”
“Well, I’m glad you like it,” he said, kissing your forehead.
He pulled out your chair and helped you down. “Let’s eat dinner before it gets cold.”
Tags: @goingknowherewastaken @thefanficfaerie @whatif-animagineblog @doctorginsberg
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How about W? -Whatif-animagineblog
W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?
Depends on who it’s for. Jim and Leonard I have an easier time with general prompts but with almost any other crew member I need a little more of a push.
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Matchmakers We Are Not
Pairing: McKirk (who’s surprised?)
Length: 828 words
Rating: G
Summary: for @yallneedtrek‘s challenge. My prompt? Professors AU with the line “you’re ridiculous.”
Hikaru Sulu and Pavel Chekov have noticed that their favorite literature professor Jim Kirk frequently has lunch with Dr. Leonard McCoy, professor in the medical department, quite a lot. They decide a bit of matchmaking is in order...
I know this is wicked short, but writing for me has been like pulling teeth lately, so I’ll take what I can manage to put to paper.
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“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknow, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.”
The silence that rang out at the end of the impassioned recitation was equal parts awe and confusion. Jim grinned at his class of glassy-eyed students and continued on, “For those of you that don’t recognize Shakespeare’s more obscure sonnets, that was Sonnet 116. Today we start our section on poetry- Shakespeare, Lorde, Dickens, Hughes, and many, many more! Now I hear those groans and I’m telling you now that this won’t be your typical literary take on poetry. I won’t have you pouring over the hidden meanings behind Robert Frost or agonizing over the angst and symbolism hidden in Poe. My goal here is to introduce the idea that everyone has a favorite poet whether they realize it at this moment or not.”
Class continued as it always did; Jim lectured on the nuances of the various forms of poetry, giving as many examples as he felt his students needed and answered questions as they came until he caught a glimpse of someone waving through the door about ten minutes before the end of class. He couldn’t help but smile as he said, “Alright I think I’m getting enough glassy eyes for now. Next class, I want each of you to have a poem of your choice picked out. Now don’t get something too short because you’ll be working on that poem for the next three weeks.”
In the mad dash to leave, a few students noticed the man waiting for them to vacate with lunchboxes in hand. Pavel leaned in to whisper, “Who’s that?”
“That’s professor McCoy,” Hikaru murmured back. “He teaches undergrad bio and a bunch of classes in the med department. I had him last semester he’s brutal. Wonder what he’s doing here?”
“Well he’s got lunchboxes?” Pavel points out. “Maybe having lunch with the professor?”
The two of them hung around outside, curious to see what would happen next, but it was just the two of them heading to Jim’s office across the hall to eat lunch and chat. That didn’t stop the roommates from continuing to talk about it long after they returned back to their dorm.
“Now that I think about it, I remember Jim showing up a bunch during bio last semester.”
“Maybe they’re dating,” Pavel suggested as he flipped through a textbook for the right chapter.
“With the way Jim looks at him? Maybe. I don’t think so, though.”
“Maybe they should be.” It was the perfect excuse to let himself be distracted from physics, but he still tried to focus. Instead, he snapped the book shut and turned to Hikaru. “Maybe we should try to get them together?”
“Exactly what I was thinking. But how the hell are we supposed to do that?”
It turned out they were terrible matchmakers. Or maybe matchmaking was just better left to professionals (which they clearly weren’t) because every attempt seemed to backfire.
First it was the fake love note from a secret admirer. That just led to Hikaru being sat down by Professor Kirk who, not unkindly, informed him that not only was his (handwritten) note inappropriate, it could get him into trouble with the ethics board if someone started making accusations.
Then it was Pavel hacking into email accounts and making plans with what he thought were flirtatious overtones, but that must just be how they talk to each other. Spying on their impromptu “date” just generated frustration when the two men ate and talked as amiably as they ever did.
As the semester dragged on, their attempts became more and more overt. The rest of their classmates seemed just as interested in these romance novel-level shenanigans and began helping to come up with new and interesting ways to push their professors together.
By the end of the fall semester, everyone seemed disheartened and were ready to give up.
Jim and Leonard watched it all with an air of bemused interest.
“Think we should tell them?” Len asked with a smile as the same student passed through the courtyard where they say bundled up in scarves and coats against the impending winter chill.
“I told them that if everyone gets at least a B on their final paper, I’d give them a surprise. I’ll tell them then.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Len huffs back.
“And you married me,” Jim counters with a grin.
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Where the Heart is (Pt. 6)
Fandom: Star Trek AOS.
Pairing: Leonard McCoy X Reader.
Prompt: Bones feeling reader’s pulse in the field to be reassured that they’re okay; suggested by @whatif-animagineblog.
Word Count: 473.
Author’s Note: This is the sixth in a series of drabbles about different situations in which Bones feels reader’s pulse as inspired by this post. I blame @musikat18 entirely. Masterlist here.
“In here!”
The words register somewhere in the back of your mind, distant though they sound at first, and you slowly blink your eyes open. Ice crystals have formed on your eyelashes and it’s a difficult task, but you manage it just in time to follow the sound of footsteps crunching in the frost all around you up to a blessedly familiar form.
“Len,” you breathe, your jaw aching from how hard your teeth have been chattering.
“I’m here, darlin’,” he assures you, dropping to his knees at your side, his breath fogging the air.
You attempt to shift out of the pile of emergency blankets and spare survival suits you’ve burrowed into in an attempt to keep from freezing to death while awaiting rescue, but your frozen, stiff joints protest. Agony sings through each of your limbs.
“Not so fast,” Leonard says over the din of more pairs of boots crunching into your shredded, downed shuttle. “Let us get you out of here.”
“I’m f-fine,” you stutter, shivers still wracking your body.
“I’ll be the judge of that, sweetheart,” Leonard murmurs.
Steeling yourself as he discusses moving you out of the shuttle with a security officer, you manage to get one of your hands out from beneath your layers of insulation. Leonard notices your movement immediately and glances up to meet your gaze again.
“Go on,” you croak. “See for yourself.”
He smiles softly through his concern and pulls off one of his gloves, reaching for your hand. His fingers wrap around your wrist, deftly settling over your radial artery. You hiss quietly at the burning contrast of his heated skin against yours, closing your eyes and letting yourself get lost in his ministrations as he feels your pulse, reassuring the both of you.
His grip on your wrist lingers for a long moment, making you feel cared for and him feel certain of your safety. You know he could just as easily be scanning you with a tricorder, but you also know he’s comforted by the contact. You are, too, and so you revel in it for as long as it lasts. He doesn’t let go until a beckoning shout from outside the shuttle informs him that the violent snow storm overhead is about to pick up again.
“What’s the prognosis, doc?” You ask as Leonard and one of his medics extricate you from your makeshift nest.
“Favorable,” he replies with a wink. “Now you just take it easy and let us do all the hard work.”
You smile weakly and nod, your eyes fluttering closed as Leonard scoops you into his arms. Even through your shared layers of clothing the heat of his body starts to warm you up almost immediately and you allow yourself to relax, knowing that no matter what happens next, Leonard is there to protect you.
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About Tag
Thank you @make-me-imagine for tagging me!
Top 3 ships
B’Elanna and Tom from Voyager, Bellamy and Clarke from The 100, and Jake and Amy from B99.
Last Song
Hey Everybody by 5 Seconds of Summer.
Last movie
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Last book and currently reading
I’m kind of in the middle of reading three books currently: the first Harry Potter book, Firewalker by Josephine Angelini, and Nightblood by Elly Blake.
Favourite Fanfiction
I’m not sure if I have a favourite fanfiction. I’ve read so many amazing ones that it’s hard to choose.
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Ass-Rollers out of context
Our first true interaction of the campaign
Germnir: So you have magic?
Cal: I’m a bit rusty but yeah.
Germnir: So... Can you do card tricks?
Cal: No. It’s not that kind of magic.
Germnir: But you said you knew magic.
Cal: It’s not the same. One is arcana and the other is sleight of hand.
Germnir: It’s okay. You just don’t know magic. Neither do I!
Cal: *Inhales deeply preparing for this shit for the rest of the campaign*
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Star Trek Day
Tomorrow is Star Trek Day here on The Fanfic Faerie blog. I have queued up a number of masterlists that will repost throughout the day. If you wish to black list the tag is #star trek day. I hope all enjoy this trip down memory lane. I miss all my wonderful Star Trek stories and I think about all of you everyday. And we miss you on the discord!
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Dreaming On The Bridge II Jim Kirk x Reader
This drabble is part of my 800 Follower Celebration!
Summary: It’s late and you’re on the bridge alone when suddenly the Captain joins you.
Requested by the amazing @writerdee1701: Congratulations on 800 followers! 🥳💛 For the celebration drabbles, how about... Jim Kirk x reader with dialogue prompt #15, “Stars pale in comparison to you.” I couldn’t decide on a trope though - just feeling like something fluffy. 🤗
A/N: Thank you so much for sending in the request! It’s a bit longer than the originally planned 500 words :D I hope you like it!! (Sorry it took me so long!)
Words: 846
Pairing: Jim Kirk x fem!Reader
Warnings: none
The Enterprise was completely silent. Almost everyone was either on shore leave or asleep. The only thing to be heard throughout the ship was the soft humming of engines and air vents.
You couldn’t sleep but neither reading nor watching your favorite show helped. So you grabbed a few tools and made your way up to the bridge. Sulu had complained about a small beeping noise coming from his chair for the past days and what better time to fix it than at two in the morning. In the end, you only needed about three minutes to find out what the problem was and how to stop the beeping.
Now you were here, gazing down at the Earth. The lights coming from the cities reminded you of fireflies on a warm summer nights and you couldn’t help but smile. Working in engineering, you were hardly ever on the bridge at all. Being here by yourself send shivers down your spine.
“Can’t sleep?”
You flinched at the sudden noise, almost dropping your tools. Your eyes widened when you turned around and saw no one less than the Captain. Jim Kirk stood in the doorway, one hand in the pocket of his pants, a cup of coffee in the other. He wasn’t wearing his uniform, just a plain white shirt and smiled at you, still a little sleepy.
“I’m so sorry, Captain” you quickly apologized. “I know I shouldn’t be here on my own. I just fixed Sulu’s chair.”
“Don’t worry, Ensign Y/L/N,” he came down the few steps, joining you in front of the window. “That chair was driving all of us nuts, so thank you.”
You were relieved at his reaction and wanted to answer but he was already looking outside.
“It’s beautiful,” you said instead.
He nodded. “I never tire of this view.”
Silence fell onto the bridge as you watched the outside together. You felt an odd sense of calmness, being so close to the Captain. It was embarrassing but even though you had never talked to him alone before, you still managed to develop a little crush on him. You knew it was stupid to think that he’d be interested in someone like you. After all, Jim Kirk had quite the reputation in Starfleet.
What you didn’t know at the time – you were wrong. Jim noticed you the day you started working on the Enterprise. He watched you from afar, confused by the way seeing you made him feel. And when he couldn’t sleep tonight, he went up to the bridge with the hopes of finding some peace and quiet. Instead he found you, standing in sweatpants and an oversized shirt on the bridge, looking outside. Your eyes were glistening, a soft smile on your lips. He had stopped dead in his tracks, not being able to take his eyes off of you. He stood on a starship in space and yet …
“… stars pale in comparison to you.”
“Excuse me?” You clearly must have misheard him as his voice was barely a whisper. Tilting your head in confusion, you looked at the Captain.
His eyes widened and he seemed as if you had pulled him right out of a deep thought. “What?”, he turned to you.
“You just said …”, you shook your head and cleared your throat. “I’m sorry, Captain, I must have imagined it.” Daydreaming at its best, you thought and felt your cheeks flush.
“I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” Jim suddenly said.
So it wasn’t your imagination. Confused as to what to do with this information, you stared at him.
“I ...”, he paused for a moment. “Never mind.” This was highly unprofessional, Jim scolded himself.
“She’s a lucky one,” you mumbled then.
“Who is?”, he frowned.
“The woman you want to say this to,” you elaborated. “Even though, it is a little cheesy. This might sound like a bad pick up line in the wrong setting.”
Jim knew he should just stop talking – but the words just tumbled over his lips: “How does it sound in this setting?”
Once again, you thought that you must had misheard him. But no, he looked at you with a serious expression. You searched for a sign in his blue eyes that this was all a joke but were unsuccessful. Or were you dreaming?
“I’m sorry, I’m probably too straightforward,” Jim cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Are you joking?”, you finally asked.
He seemed almost a little hurt by the accusation. “I’m not. But this is unprofessional, I’m sorry, it’s late, I should –”
“It sounds amazing,” you interrupted him and tried to suppress a wide grin. Butterflies, so many butterflies in your tummy. (Although, a part of you was still convinced you were dreaming.)
A wave of relief, followed quickly by undeniable happiness washed over Jim when he heard your words. “Good,” he said softly. “Good.”
Both of you turned back to the window, wide smiles on your face and when Jim carefully reached for your hand, you hoped this dream would never end.
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✿ and Obviously our favorite Scotsman! lol -@Whatif-anImagineblog
Scotty x reader (Academy AU) (not fully gender neutral though I am trying - I just needed him to say ‘lass’)
29. Kisses to bruised skin
There was a knock at your dormitory door. You threw on your red Academy hoodie and padded barefoot across the thin carpet, not bothering to turn off your study music playing from your PADD.
You swung the door open to see...
“Monty?” you whispered. “Oh god, what happened?” you gasped.
Scotty’s head hung, looking more dejected than you’d ever seen him, but you could still make out the dark circle around his cheekbone and eye. It almost looked like a smudge of dirt. But from the way he was standing, the way he was flinching when he moved it, you knew something had happened.
“Could I... could I come in?” he spoke softly, his voice far from the jovial, excited one you knew so well.
“Of course,” you said and stepped aside, holding the door so he could enter.
It was only when you shut the door that you noticed he was also soaking wet.
“Geez, Monty, were you stuck out in the rain? You must be frozen.” You rushed into your tiny bathroom and retrieved two large towels.
“Take off your coat and as much as you can underneath,” you instructed.
He stripped slowly, and you made a small pile of sopping wet clothes on the floor with each layer. Once down to a white undershirt, he stopped, and you quickly wrapped one towel around him. You lead him over to your desk chair, quickly turning down the music and laying the other towel on the chair seat. You took the wet clothes and hung them over your shower curtain rod.
He was trying to take off his boots when you came back, but his fingers were extremely white and shaking.
“Here, let me,” you said softly, pushing his freezing fingers out of the way and started undoing the laces. “Will you tell me what happened?”
You looked up for a moment to meet his eyes. His eyes that were usually so full of light and laughter. Empty. There may have even been tears on his lashes.
“What happened?” you whispered, touching your fingers to his that were rested on his thigh.
Scotty’s fingers flinched, but he didn’t pull away, and he exhaled through his nose. “It was so stupid,” he mumbled. “So bloody stupid.”
He had pulled his gaze from yours so you kept working at his boots, sliding them off once you got them untied and setting them by the door.
“What was stupid?” You asked, settling on the floor just in front of his feet.
“There were these lads... nae... boys, tha’ were causing trouble a’ the bar down campus. They were real rowdy an’ then...” You could tell he was debating whether or not to tell you the next part. You reached up and hooked your fingres in his again, giving them a squeeze. He exhaled, squeezed back, and continued.
“Then I heard yer name.”
“My name?”
He nodded solemnly. “They were talking about how they knew ye from the one science class ye must take wit’ them.”
“Oh my god I know exactly who you are talking about. Idiots. The lot of them.”
Scotty let out a snort of laughter and your heart skipped hopefully as you looked up at him.
“The lot o’ them. Now yer really startin’ t’ae sound li’ me.”
“I must be spending too much bloody time with you, then.” You smiled and inched closer on your knees. “Then what happened?” you prompted, placing your free hand on his other knee.
“They weren’t talking very... nice things abou’ ye; things I don’ want t’a repeat meself; ‘specially not t’a you.” He rested his free hand over yours. “I confronted them...”
“Monty, you didn’t.”
“Aye, I did. I’ll admit I was a wee bit tipsy, bu’ sober enough t’ae know when someone’s takin’ it too far.” His fingers curled over yours tightly. “I took a swing a’ one of ‘em; got in a good hit too, but there were three o’ them and one o’ me. So, this happened.” He gestured with his pointer finger to his cheek, still keeping your hand in his.
“Oh my god,” you breathed after a moment, processing the whole story. “YOU IDIOT!” you admonished, slapping your connected hands down on his thighs and raising up so you were face to face level with him. “You don’t ever have to resort to violence for me. Ever.”
“Anythin’ for my lass,” he said quietly, not quite meeting your eyes.
My lass. Your hear skipped a beat.
“Oh, Monty,” you cooed, taking your hand from him and cupping his cheeks gently.
Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his uninjured cheek. You traced his forming bruise with your thumb gently before kissing along the border of the injury. Then, a gentle kiss to the corner of his eye.
He hissed in a breath, but kept you close by his fingers knotted in the back of your hoodie.
“I don’t ever want you to get hurt for me again, okay?” you warned, pulling back and looking him firmly in the eyes.
You kissed him before he could respond, taking your time and showing him how much he meant to you through the kiss.
“I’d do anythin’ for you, love.”
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13. Cinnamon vs nutmeg
14. Reading vs writing
15. Hot chocolate vs tea
16. Live in a cabin in the forest vs have it be fall 24/7
17. Candy apples vs Chocolate
18. Blankets vs pillows
19. Roasted marshmallows vs roasted chestnuts
20. Coffee vs apple cider
21. Red leaves vs orange leaves
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24. Scented candles vs the smell of fresh baked goods
25. Carve pumpkins vs make pumpkin pie
26. Pumpkin spice lattes vs chai tea lattes
27. Coats vs over-sized sweaters
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30. S‘mores vs apple crisp
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32. Corn maze vs haunted house
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