Prompt: can i request a pregnant reader x kirk? - anonymous. (yes, that’s literally the whole request)
Word count: 2,601 (GODDAMN WHAT THE HELL)
Warnings: language, pregnancy, FLUFF
A/N: so there was not much to go off of for this vague request and at first i was like “WHOO FREE REIGN” but then, after writing drafts for 3 entirely different stories, i realized it was so much harder than i thought. but it was interesting! this is super cute and went off the rails very easily but i sorta like it. i just love jim so much and i added enough bones to hold myself over (because he’s still my fav forever). forgive any typos, pls OK WELL ENJOY AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
Leonard was hunched over his desk when you walked into his office, the door already wide open. His head was in his hands and his eyes focused on the PADD before him. The room smelled strongly of antiseptic. He didn’t look up as he spoke gruffly, “I’m off-duty.”
He brought his eyes to meet yours at the sound of your voice. His scleras were reddened and the adjacent skin was darkened. His hair stuck up on all ends. As always, he was scowling. “What do you want?”
“I want a drink,” you said, pulling out the chair directly across from him. You fell into it and placed your feet atop his desk, ignoring his clicks of irritation. “But seeing as alcohol is prohibited in my current state, I’ll settle for a nice heart-to-heart with a friend.”
“Heart-to-heart,” he snorted, rolling his hazel eyes with an especially sarcastic frown. “Why’d you really come, sweetheart?”
“Needed to get away from Jim.”
He nodded once and leaned back in his seat. “There we go. Did you tell him yet?”
“Nope,” you answered, popping the p. “I don’t plan on it, either.”
He cracked a smirk, the crooked smile causing an uneven creasing of his skin. He looked to be more awake now than when you first walked in. “Are you waitin’ for the baby to tell him?”
If there is one thing I’ve grown to love about Liam, apart from his “we got this” attitude and his attempts at humour, is the fact that his loyalty mission is literally “Hey, so I fucked up and pirates got sensitive data about the Nexus.” and the entire mission might as well have the benny hill theme running through it.
is deliberately trying to have a crush on a boy at a young age a comp het thing for other girls
because i s2g when i was in 1st grade i just decided to have a crush on a dude and spent the next 5 years meticulously deciding how and when the crush would manifest and not until later did i look back and realize that i really carried a big ol’ torch for my best friend (a girl)
Ok! Moriarity... getting frustrated about something domestic.
“You’re not serious?” Jim’s eyes were small slits and everyone else would probably be running in fear by now. But not you. After years of dating the consulting criminal you knew his tendency for dramatics.
“It’s nice to see you off work early” A sweet smile played on your lips and you totally ignored your boyfriend who stood in the door key still in hand. Your eyes went back down to the offending object you were holding, Jim would get around on his own when he was done being a drama queen.
“Oh. No.” Every word was punctuated to empathise his distaste for the situation. When he finally stepped into your living room he took the gun from your hand in one swift motion.
“Hey!” You pretested but were totally ignored. Jim clicked the open gun shut and aimed it at your companions head. Both of you sighed. “Seb! Why in the world would you let my eight months pregnant girlfriend clean a gun?!”
“She was bored?” Sebastian Moran, number one sniper and Jims best friend, offered with a shrug. “It’s not like someone who dates you would be much for knitting cute kitten sweaters.”
“Pregnant and bored” You threw in “Can I have my gun back now?”
when i was very young i dreamt that my mother went on vacation to a water park that had dolphins. when she came back, a dolphin handler had come with her and my mom only spoke in dolphin clicks and would ignore me and any attempts i made to talk to her. the dolphin handler told me “she’s one of them now :’)”
I went to the March for Science this weekend, and since I went armed with @eclecticmuses‘ wonderful FitzSimmons commission for me, I couldn’t resist writing a flufflet about the two of them actually marching. All signs mentioned were ones I saw. (Also, a brief exchange was inspired by one I had with @ifwehadamonkey later that day!) Rated G, in a canon-divergent s4 where everyone’s happy, healthy & in reality. ;-)
Jemma groaned, droplets flying off the sleeve of her sunflower-patterned raincoat as she whacked him on the shoulder. “Ugh, Fitz –”
“We’ve been standing in the rain for four hours.”
A burst of static crackled over the sound system as speakers changed places on the stage.
“And so has everyone else,” she pointed out, hopping slightly onto her tiptoes to glimpse something at the side of the crowd. Fitz reached out instinctively to hover one hand over her lower back, ready to catch her should she slip on the sopping wet grass.
“I can barely remember what it was like to be dry –”
“Oh, for –”
“I’ve never seen fingers wrinkle because of rain –”
Clapping her hands together, Jemma let out a little noise of excitement and grabbed onto his arm, interrupting his good-natured complaining. “Fitz, look!” He followed where she was pointing, blinking as rain dripped into his eyes. “Not all superheroes wear capes,” she said, reading the sign that she’d spotted within the crowd, “most wear lab coats!”
“Daisy’d agree with that,” he said with a grin. “I don’t think any superheroes wear capes. Too impractical.”