I find a lot of comfort in Jim Kirk’s insecurity. In every situation he wants to do better, to be better, and even when the terrible things that happen aren’t his fault he takes them on his own shoulders and does what he can to make things right. It’s really inspiring to think of him thinking he’s not good enough his entire life and still doing incredible things, literally saving the universe.
It just gives you a lot of hope, you know? When you start feeling like you’re not good enough. Jim Kirk thought the same thing and he’s the greatest captain in the history of Starfleet. That’s… that’s really something.
Word Count: 2184 Author’s Note: Scared Jim is super sexy to me Prompt: Hey! Thanks for the lists etc! How’s about a Kirk x reader fic where the reader is angry at the captain, and blames him for her being attacked by an alien on an away mission? Thaaaankya muchly xoxoxoxoxo (@annalisehartmann)
You were working on some routine maintenance under the console in the torpedo bay when your comm chirped. You ignored it. You wanted to get this job done, and needed both hands. Scotty would understand. More to the point, he would also approve. Not being zapped by electrical currents due to distraction was one of his pet reminders. Your comm chirped again. And then again. Finally, rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself out from under the console to answer the call.
“Kirk to Y/L/N, please report to the transporter room for an away mission.” The captain’s voice sounded irritated.
“I’m in the middle of maintenance in the torpedo bay, and have a power lockout on bays 1 through 4. My estimated completion is in one hour. Is there anyone else from Engineering that can go?” You replied.
“Lieutenant Y/L/N, report to the transporter room. That is an order,” the captain replied. His tone was definitely irritated. You sighed and rolled your eyes.
“I’ll be there shortly, sir,” you snapped back.
“Stat, Lieutenant. That’s an order. Kirk out.”
You sighed and climbed back under the console to interrupt the diagnostics, and reset the system. Once you were sure the torpedo bays were functional again, and the console wouldn’t zap any unwitting idiot that happened by it, you made your way to the transporter room. Captain Kirk was there, red-faced, and fuming. He stomped over to you, and you could practically see the steam coming from his ears.
“Did I, or did I not, order you to get down here stat, Lieutenant?” His voice was a low growl. You cocked an eyebrow, and bit back the first comment that came to mind.
“With all due respect, sir, I was in the midst of a power lock-down console maintenance program on torpedoes one through four. Which meant if I’d just jumped and ran, the torpedoes would have been down for maintenance for the duration of the mission. I had to reset the console before I could attend you.” You managed to get it out without losing your temper, but not without rolling your eyes slightly. Kirk took you by the arm and pulled you away where no one would hear your conversation.
“Are you still mad at me about the ass comment?” He asked. “Y/N, I’m sorry, but your ass does drive me wild.”
could you imagine The Enterprise having like a yearly inspection and Kirk bugs out every time because the best running ship in the fleet certainly doesn’t become so because they follow therules. He has to remind the crew a week in advance to actually call him Captain and use formal titles. Bones and Scotty’s shared bathroom which is one hundred percent a liquor cabinet/distillery cannot be a thing.
Sulu has to collect all of his plants out of everywhere that’s not the Botany Labs and hide the illegal ones he picked up during their journey in his quarters. Scotty has to remove all of his Scotty-Approved-Modifications from Engineering. Spock can’t work four shifts in a row and break the ensigns that challenge him in the gym to sparring matches. Bones can’t medically offer alcohol to anybody. Uhura needs to not curse every ten minutes, in any language. Chekov needs to focus more on his console and less on every pair of legs walking by his station.