because he spends the rest of his time yelling at jim

Patience

Request: Hey, my birthday was on Saturday, and i was wondering if I could have a friendly Peter ParkerxReader birthday fic? Just a little fluff please

A/N: I just need someone to call me darling (preferably Peter Parker).  Also I’m sorry this wasn’t good??? i’ve been having some writers block lately so sorry everyone.

Word Count: 1944

Warnings: N/A

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You were standing at your locker, grabbing your books when suddenly you were engulfed into a hug from behind.

“Happy birthday!” Peter said.

“Hi, Peter,” you smiled, turning around so you could give him a proper hug.

“Thanks for actually remembering this year,” you said, pulling away.

“Ouch, how could I forget my favourite girl’s/guy’s/person’s birthday?” (WOw I could have totally worded that differently but I like the idea of being someones favourite something)

Your heart flipped when Peter said that. He was your best friend but you had been hiding your feelings towards him for years.

“I mean, I vaguely remember you forgetting it last year,”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Peter lied.

“You can still come over after school right? We have lots of birthday celebrations planned,” Peter asked.

“We?”

“Well, me, Ned, Michelle, and Aunt May,”

“WOw! I hope you guys didn’t go all out for little old me,”

“Oh please, yes you do,”

“Okay, only a little bit,”

“More like a lot,”

“I feel like you should be more excited for your birthday, I mean, you have been waiting for this day all year,” Peter added.

You rolled your eyes, “C’mon Parker, we have class,”

“Or we could skip class and go and celebrate?”

“Peter, my parents would kill me,”

“Please,Y/N,” Peter begged, pulling out his puppy dog eyes, something he knew you couldn’t resist.

“Peter….”

“Please, darling,”

You sighed, “Fine! Fine! Yes, okay,”

You and Peter shoved your backpacks into your locker.

“You’re not going to regret this,” Peter said, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the school.

Peter led you through the streets of Queens, clearly heading in a certain direction.

“Peter where are you taking me?”

Peter tightened his grip on your hand and continued pulling you towards your destination.

“Be patient, Y/N,”

“Peeetteerrrr, you know I hate surprises,”

“Yeah, but I think, I certainly hope, you’ll love this one,”

“Seriously Parker, where are we going,”

“Patience is key, darling,”

You huffed and continued walking down the street holding Peter’s hand.

“And here we are,”

Peter stopped you in front of a little bakery type thing (wow I am the best at describing things).

“Where are we?”

“Okay, so, I found this place one day while I was out being Spiderman and blah blah blah they have the best treats in all of Queens. And since I know you love sweet things, which is why you love me so much, obviously, I figured we could get a bunch of stuff and just pig out,”

“Peter you’re really sweet,”

“I know,” he winked, and led you inside.

You and Peter spent what felt like forever picking out different desserts to bring with you, wherever it was you were going next.

You walked out of the shop, thanking the owner, carrying doughnuts, cookies, cupcakes, muffins, cinnamon rolls, and more.

“Where to now Parker?”

“Now you need to hold on tight,”

“What?”

“Just hold on to the treats, wrap your arms around me,”

“Peter, if you wanted to get this close, you could have asked much sooner,”

Peter laughed, “Just hold on, Y/N,”

You wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck, and held on to the bags of treats. Suddenly you weren’t on the ground anymore.

You tightened your grip on Peter and squeezed your eyes shut as you were swinging through the air.

“Almost there, darling,”

When you landed, you took a minute to adjust and held your grip on Peter. Peter’s hand traveled down your back.

“Open your eyes, Y/N,” Peter said, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

You let your arms drop from around Peter, and you looked around to where you were.

You were standing on the top go a building close to the water.

“We flew all the way over to Brooklyn?”

“It’s not that far,” Peter shrugged.

You walked over to the edge of the building where there was a edge that you and Peter could sit on.

“I can’t believe you brought me all the way out here,”

“I know how much you love the water, I figured this was one of the better views,”

You smiled, and climbed up to the edge. Peter sat down next to you and took the bags of treats from your hand and pulled out a doughnut, handing you back the bag.

“Admit it, Y/N, this is a much better way to be spending your day,”

“I dunno, Parker, if this is your way to make up for the fact that you forgot my birthday last year…”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Fine, I will admit that I maybe kind of forgot your birthday last year, but in my defence it wasn’t long after I had gotten my powers and everything was kind of fuzzy. Especially time,”

“Nuh-uh, don’t think using Spiderman as an excuse will get you forgiven. I’ll never let you live that down. Even when we’re 40 and have little spider kids running around everywhere,”

“Wait what?”

You paused, realizing what you had said.

“You see, Peter, every once and a while I do this thing where I say more than I should and I end up with my head up my ass,”

Peter smiled, “No no, go back to what you said about spider kids,”

“I mean I’d assume by the time you’re 40, you’d probably have kids,” you said, taking a bite into your cupcake.

“Are you asking me to have kids with you?”

“No,” you said, mouth full of cupcake.

“I mean, if you wanted to get started early and spend your birthday that way, we totally could,”

“For fucks sake Parker, that’s not what I meant. I’m not opposed to it, but not what I meant,”

“Then what did you mean?” Peter asked.

“I meant that, I dunno, I always figured there would be a chance we’d get together in the future. I always thought you’d be the Jim to my Pam,”

“You want me to come swooping in and tell you that you’re stupid for dating the wrong guy, and then start dating someone else, and then break up with them because i’m still madly in love with you?”

“Essentially, yes,” you said, taking another bite of cupcake.

“Well, for one, you have icing on your face,” he started, wiping the icing off with his thumb, “and two, Y/N, I think you’re so stupid for dating each of your past boyfriends and girlfriends, except for maybe that thing you and Ned did, sweet guy but, ah you know what I mean. REGARDLESS, I haven’t gone out to date the wrong person but I think I really want to skip that step because i’m madly in love with you,”

You laughed, “Peter, I know it’s my birthday, but you really don’t have to humour me,”

“What if I told you I wasn’t humouring you?”

“Then I’d ask why you haven’t kissed me yet,”

“Then i’d tell you i’m waiting for later,”

You rolled your eyes at Peter, and continued eating your sweets. You and Peter spent most of the rest of the school day up on the roof of the building, slowly making your way through the bag of treats.

“C’mon Y/N, more birthday surprises await,”

“Oh really? Am I finally going to get that kiss?”

“Patience is key, darling,”

“Keep calling me darling like that and I might actually collapse from how hard my heart beats when I hear you say it,”

Peter smiled, “Whatever you say, darling. Now hold on tight, we have places to get to,”

You wrapped your arms around Peter once again, and you were off.

You landed on the ground outside Peter’s apartment building, luckily no one was around.

“I know we were joking about it earlier, but you really didn’t bring me home for the reason I think you did,”

“If you think that MJ, Ned, and Aunt May are waiting upstairs for you, then yes, that’s exactly it,”

“Whatever, Parker,”

When you walked in the door of Peter’s apartment the three people yelled “Surprise!”

“I think Peter kinda ruined the surprise when he told me about this earlier this morning,” you said

“Peter!” May said, “I told you not to tell Y/N,“

“Sorry Aunt May, I forgot,”

“Yeah right, more like you are just madly in love with them,” Ned muttered

“Ned shut up!” Peter said.

“Presents?” Michelle said, interrupting.

“Please,” Peter said, grabbing your hand and bringing you over to where there were four presents sitting on the coffee table.

You squished on to the couch between Ned and May and began opening them.

The first you opened was a present from Ned. It was a lego death star.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you got me this,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around Ned for a quick hug.

“Well, I remember how jealous when Peter and I finished before you could help, I figured sometime you and I could put it together,”

“It’s perfect Ned, thank you,”

After you opened May and Michelle’s gifts there was one left on the table.

“I really hope you like it, Y/N. Open the card first,”

“It’s from you, of course i’ll like it,”

You reached into the bag and pulled out the card and opened it.

Y/N,

You have been my best friend for almost my entire life. I honestly can’t remember a time before you. I know nothing I do or say could ever make up for me forgetting your birthday last year, but truthfully I kinda think you forgave me a long time ago and you just enjoy teasing me. Regardless, I know it can’t be easy (your best friend being Spiderman and all) but I hope this gift shows you how much you really mean to me.

Love you, darling.

xo, Peter

You reached into the bag and pulled out a photo album. In the front slip there was a photo of you and Peter from when you were 5, sitting on a picnic blanket together.

You opened the book and began flipping through the pages. It was filled with photos of you and Peter as kids, some even with the two of you and his uncle Ben.

You closed the book and clutched it against your chest.

You walked over to where Peter was sitting on the floor and dropped down beside him. You placed the book on your lap and placed a light kiss against Peter’s cheek. Peter wrapped you in a hug,

“I love you, Parker,” you said quietly.

“Happy birthday, darling,” Peter whispered.

“Alright! I don’t know about any of you, but I could definitely use some cake!” May said, standing up, and calling you to the table.

Before you got up, you placed another light kiss against Peter’s lips.

“Thank you Peter, I really love my present,”

“C’mon darling, let’s go eat some more sweets,” Peter said, standing up and offering you his hand.

You gladly took it, and let him lead you towards the table where you spent the rest of the evening surrounded by some of your favourite people.

Apparently Peter was right, sometimes patience is key. But sometimes Patience is a pain in the ass because he still hadn’t given you that kiss yet.


Tag list: @tronnoristheotp, @isabellyduh, @spiderrparkerr, @lots-of-liz, @darlin-you-bitch, (I’m sorry if I forgot anyone, please let me know in an ask or private message if you would like to be included in my tag list) 

He Overheard

Originally posted by deeepsleep

Prompt: “could you please do a Bones/Reader where it’s like, one night you drunkenly confessed to Jim that you have a sort of ‘doctor kink’ (or he finds out somehow about it) so whenever Bones is near you, Jim is all smirk-y and giggly, but Bones just usually passes it off 'cause it’s just Jim, but eventually Jim can’t hold his tongue and he tells Bones and he gets all blushy 'cause he likes you, so Jim cooks up a plan for you two to get together? haha sorry it’s long but I looove your writing so much xx”

Pairing: Bones x reader

Warnings: language

Words: 2096

A/N: Sorry this is a little late, y’all. Moving has been really stressful and it’s eaten a lot of my time lately. Thank God for my tireless Beta, who puts up with me incessantly asking questions and sending her things late, as well as yelling at me when things aren’t quite up to par. <3  


Ladies night. It had taken so long to actually get everyone together, but finally, you and Uhura had managed to wrangle a few other women from the bridge, the medbay, and engineering to have a night of fun when the ship was docked. Christine Chapel from down in medbay had gone on a supply run, while you and Uhura prepared your living space for several more occupants than it should have. You’d decided that keeping it on ship would be easier, as you’d have fewer unwelcome guests at your shindig.

“That should just about do it!” Uhura says, tossing another pillow in the corner to complete the last seat around your low table.

“Finally, now we just need Christine to get back with the…” You’re cut off by the door opening, and Christine appears in the doorway, arms full of bottles.

“A little help?” She gestures her head towards one of the bottles that’s about to fall. You rush to her, snagging it before it can drop and you take a few other bottles out of her arms. Grinning, you set the bottles and glasses up, chatting with Christine and Uhura until the other women arrive.

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McKirk blind date!AU
  • Leonard’s life has been pretty crappy over the last few months. Ugly divorce, no full time custody over his child, didn’t get the promotion at work. And then just today, he nearly crashed his vehicle because of a dumb truck driver ignoring a red traffic light. All in all, he’s pretty grumpy when he arrives at the bar. Whiskey in his hands, he just quietly enjoys his own company, and the clutter of noise around him. That is, until - “Hey,” a guy says, sliding down on the chair next to him, “Bones, right?” “Huh?” “Bones,” the other repeats, as if that explains anything, “from the dating site? It’s Jim.” That doesn’t help. Leonard has no idea what Jim’s on about. Still, the blond’s got an charming smile, blue eyes that look at him with an interest Leonard’s missed for a long time now. So he turns, looking at Jim with similar interest. “Sure,” he says, reaching out to shake Jim’s hand, “Bones. Yes. Hi, Jim.”
  • “On your profile, you said you were a doctor,” Jim says, and Leonards nods. At least that’s not a lie. “Surgeon, actually.” “Really?” “Yeah,” Leonard says, “can I see my profile real quick?” “Dude, open your phone,” Jim replies, “it’s a bit early to go snooping around my private messages.” Leonard laughs, shaking his head. “I’m not interested in your private messages. If you’re texting 2 other dudes and a few ladies on the side, I couldn’t care less.” Which, considering he didn’t know who Jim was, is entirely true. Jim looks at him with interest. “So what is it you expect out of this date, Bones?” he asks, and Leonard shrugs. “I haven’t given that much thought,” Leonard replies, “can’t I just enjoy the company of a handsome young man sitting across me?” Jim cracks a smile, nodding to that. “I didn’t peg you for a flirt.” Leonard laughs, leaning back in his seat. “Me, either.”
  • But flirting is fun when it’s like this. There’s nothing at stake, and Jim is surprisingly easy to woo. Either that, or Leonard’s game is still stronger than he thought. Really, all there is to it is giving Jim attention. Gentle touches, attentively listening to what the other’s saying. It’s easy when you’re pretending to be someone else, and Leonard finds himself enjoying it. Jim does, too. Keeps saying; “Oh, you’re actually more attractive than your profile picture”, and “you really didn’t seem so flirty when we spoke”. The name “Bones” is a little weird, but Leonard takes it. Even when Jim follows him to his apartment, and calls it out loudly when they have sex.
  • Leonard wakes up mildly hungover, but otherwise he’s very calm. That is, until he turns around and finds Jim’s still there. Fast asleep right next to him. Initially, Leonard thinks of kicking him out, but he’s pretty hungry, and he assumes Jim is, too, so rather than actually kicking him out, Leonard makes them a healthy breakfast instead. At the smell of coffee, Jim is instantly awake. “Hey,” Jim says, showing up at Leonard’s side. A hand on his shoulder, and Jim leans in to press a gentle kiss to Leonard’s cheek. “That breakfast for me, too?” “Yeah,” Leonard replies, "hope you like scramble.“
  • It’s a little awkward, though. Both are obviously a little tired, and now Leonard doesn’t know what he wants to talk about. After all, everything Jim knows about him is pretty much a lie. Or, well, most things. His name, for one. "Hey,” Leonard starts eventually, while they’re eating food, “listen. We should-” “I gotta be honest,” Jim interrupts, “I haven’t been completely truthful.” “Oh, really?” Leonard asks, and Jim shakes his head. “No. I’m used to this, right? The whole dating thing, sleeping together. But I’ve never had a relationship or anything. I don’t know what you’re looking for, but I’m not relationship material.” “Don’t worry,” Leonard huffs, “that’s not what I’m looking for either. Wait, you’ve never been in a relationship?” “Does a long weekend count?” Jim asks, “I was too lazy to go home.” Leonard laughs, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think that counts.” “Then no,” Jim says, “never. It just never happened.” “Or did you always avoid it?” Leonard asks, and Jim shrugs to that. “Whatever, right? We had good sex. I’ll have breakfast, and then I’ll go.” Leonard nods, glancing towards the door, but then he looks back. “Or you could stay until lunch, and we can go another round?” Jim’s lips turn into a small smirk, and he instantly puts his fork down. “Let’s go.”
  • For some reason, though, they bump into each other again a week or so later. And the same thing happens. They talk, they have a drink, and then they sleep together. After it happens another time, Jim just asks for Leonard’s phone number, to make these hookups a whole lot easier. Leonard doesn’t even hesitate.
  • They get progressively closer, too. Sex at night and leaving after breakfast turns into Bones spending the entire weekend at Jim’s place. Jim, too, visits Bones regularly, even during the week when instead of just having sex, they have dinner and complain about work, friends, and whatever else. By now, Leonard is so used to the nickname “Bones”, that he responds to it with ease.
  • It isn’t until they’ve bickered pretty much all afternoon, to the point they’ve spent dinner mostly yelling at each other, that Leonard realizes this is more than they’ve set out to be. Because despite their bickering, Jim doesn’t leave. He just stays, and h kisses Bones a little angrily. Though, when they settle in bed for the night, Jim’s mood seems to have improved again. “I have to tell you something,” Leonard says, and Jim looks up from his phone. “What is it?” he asks, “you’re not gonna kick me out for that fight, are you?” “What? No,” Leonard says, “why would I?” “I dunno, because you were angry,” Jim says, shrugging lightly, though visibly he’s more relaxed now that Leonard’s allowing him to stay. He shifts in closer, resting his hand on Bones’ chest, “what is it, then?” “My name isn’t Bones,” Leonard says. “Well, yes, I figured out as much,” Jim says, “I’ve seen the post on your doormat, Leonard.” “But I mean, I wasn’t even your blind date back then,” Leonard says, and Jim frowns. “What do you mean?” “You approached me, and I just rolled along with it. I’ve never been on a dating site or anyting.” Jim sits up straight, looking down at Leonard in both shock and amusement at the same time. “You lied to me?” “Listen,” Leonard says, though he has nothing, “I just-” “I was supposed to meet the love of my life there that night,” Jim continues a little dramatically, and Leonard really tries not to roll his eyes. Jim laughs, though, and now it’s Leonard’s turn to relax. “In hindsight, though,” Jim says, leaning in to press a kiss to Leonard’s lips, “I think I did.”

Originally posted by sheldony

Prompt:  aaaahhh, ur stories are the best! could you write one where the reader has a crush on bones, but becuz the reader is underage they won’t do anything about and Chekov just loves teasing them about it???
Word Count: 1354
Warnings: Drinking, getting hit accidentally, bad flirting
Author’s Note: Part 1!

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Kirk [p.c.]

Originally posted by nabees2


First time writing for Star Trek. Let’s see how this goes… (also, sorry sorry I can’t write accents!)


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Summary:When you catch the eye of a certain ensign, Jim goes into big brother mode.


The first time Pavel saw you, he was bored out of his mind.

The bridge was ridiculously quiet as the Enterprise made its way towards Yorktown. Pavel could feel the silence, and it was making him anxious.

The navigator placed his hands flat against his thighs before spinning in his seat,eventually coming to a stop and just laying his head down. He could see Sulu throw his head back in exasperation and even Uhura was tapping her fingers until Jim snapped and told her to stop.

Eventually, the silence was broken by a soft tapping noise. The noise only seemed to grow louder and louder, drawing Pavel up from his slouched position.

The noise was pretty loud now, and the entire bridge could see Jim fidgeting in his chair, his eye twitching. After a few more minutes, he finally exploded. “GODDMIT CHEKOV. Can you please stop tapping your foot?”

Pavel turned his seat around, bewildered. Before he could open his mouth to defend himself, the silence was broken once more by a smooth voice.

“Permission to come aboard the bridge Captain?”

In unison, the entirety of the bridge turned to look at the newcomer, Pavel’s jaw dropping just a bit when he saw you.

You were standing at the entrance, one hip cocked out as you held your PADD in one arm. Your hair was thrown up into a messy bun, giving the impression that you had been working hard even though your uniform dress was flawless. You were staring at Jim with an eyebrow raised, looking at him in disappointment and amusement…all whilst tapping your foot.

Jim looked at you before sitting up straight. “Um, permission granted lieutenant.”

You strolled onto the bridge, tapping away at your PADD before coming to a stop in front of Jim.

“Do you see what this is Jim?” you asked as you shoved your PADD in his face.

Jim opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the words to respond appropriately. “It’s a sample from there plants that you and Spock picked up at the last planet we were assigned to explore?”

“No!” you nearly shouted. “This is a sample from a plain old oak tree that you probably obtained from Iowa last time we were on shore leave!”

Jim’s eyes widened. “I was hoping you wouldn’t find out.”

“Jim, those samples were important! And rare! God help you if Spock ever finds out about this,” you ranted.

“Find out about what, lieutenant?”

You smirked at Jim before facing the newly arrived Spock. “Jim here-”

“(Y/N), no,” Jim begged.

“Jim destroyed my samples Spock. They were the only ones I had.”

Jim shot you a look as you turned back to him, scowling. “You’ll regret this (Y/N).”

“No I won’t,” you replied as you walked out, making sure to go behind his chair and smack him with your PADD before leaving Spock to lecture him on the importance of your research.


The second time Pavel saw you was on his day off.

He tended to spend those days down in engineering as he shadowed Montgomery Scott and that day happened to be the day that Scotty needed Jim to sign off on some new parts for the warp core.

Since he wasn’t able to leave his station at that moment, Scotty send Chekov to the Captain’s quarters to obtain the signature.

Pavel was warned to be quiet. Jim had contracted some kind of Andorian flu and was on bed rest for the whole week.

As he made his way down the hallway, he could hear clanging and crashed originating from Jim’s quarters.

Hesitantly, he lifted his hand and knocked, only tapping once before the door flew open and revealed…you.

You were standing in the doorway, your hair piled on top of your head in a complete mess as you held a bowl of soup in your hand. You were wearing normal clothes (an oversized t-shirt and a pair of track shorts) yet Pavel still felt his breath escape his lungs.

You seemed irritated, although that look disappeared when you noticed Pavel, being replaced with a soft smile.

“Hey,” you said softly. “You’re Chekov right?”

Pavel was distracted by your smile and had to snap himself out of his daze. “Just Pavel is fine.”

Your smile widened as you stepped aside and motioned for him to come in.

“Well ‘Just Pavel’,” you teased. “What can I help you with?”

Pavel blushed and looked down at the PADD in his grasp. “I just need the Captain’s signature for something.”

You grabbed the PADD from him with your free hand as you read over the notice. “So Scotty finally decided to listen and fix up the old core huh? About time. I told Scotty that the new improvement was crucial if the ship was to function normally for the rest of the mission. I’ll get this signed for you right away Pavel.”

As you walked into Jim’s room, Pavel couldn’t help but feel awestruck by your knowledge of the ship’s core.

You came back out a few minutes later and handed the PADD back to him. “There you go Pavel. Oh and please tell Scotty that (Y/N) said ‘I told you so’.”

Before you could continue, your conversation was interrupted by a faint “(Y/N/N) I need you!’ coming from Jim’s room. Grimacing, you looked over your shoulder before smiling at Chekov. “Well this was nice. I hope I see you soon Pavel.”

Pavel merely nodded his head before leaving the room and heading back down to engineering.


The third time Pavel saw you was on the bridge, arguing with Jim.

You were both huddled around the Captain’s chair and you seemed to be whisper-yelling at Jim as Uhura looked on, amused.

As he looked at you, standing in science blues and still arguing with Jim, Hikaru leaned over and nudged his side. “She’s a fighter that one.”

“Is she the Captain’s girlfriend?” Pavel couldn’t help but ask.

Hikaru threw his head back and laughed, briefly drawing your attention. You smiled softly at Chekov and he felt his face heat up.

“Ah, you like her,” Hikaru said.

“No I don’t,” Pavel denied. “Besides, she’s with the Captain.”

Sulu snorted as his response. “Nah kid. She’s his sister.”

Pavel’s eyes widened as he looked you and Jim over, starting to see the similarities. “Oh.”

“She’s a genius,” Sulu continued. “Top of her class at the academy, model student. Total opposite of Jim. Everyone likes her, they assigned her straight to the Enterprise. No hesitation. I know her specialty is botany but she’s skilled in everything. She’s Spock’s second in command.”

Both Pavel and Hikaru whistled lowly. They knew how strict and meticulous Spock was. For him to have actually chosen you as his most trusted partner meant that you were amazing at your job.

“What do you think they’re arguing about this time?” Bones asked as he made his way onto the bridge. He stood between Chekov and Sulu, leaning against the console. “Think he used up all her hair product?”

Sulu snorted and shook his head. “No way. Look at them, it’s much more personal than that. My guess is…love life. The only question is: who’s?”

“It’s (Y/N)’s,” Uhura chimed in as she walked past. Pavel straightened up, suddenly intrigued by the conversation. “Apparently, she’s been asking around about a crew member and Jim isn’t too happy about it.”

Leonard scoffed. “Like he has the right to speak. He’s probably slept with half the ship!”

“You know how he is Leonard,” Uhura continued. “She’s young, barely twenty, he’s overprotective. He doesn’t like the idea of his baby sister dating.”

“Actually, she’s twenty-one,” Bones drawled. “And I don’t think he should be worrying. (Y/N)’s a good girl. She has a good head on those shoulders. She makes good decisions and honestly, she takes better care of Jim than he does of her.”

Sulu nodded in agreement. “Honestly, if she’s asking around about this guy, it’s because he’s a good kid. Jim should know by now that (Y/N) probably makes the best decisions out of all of us.”

The group of four froze as you let out a loud huff and stormed out of the bridge.

“Don’t walk away from me (Y/N)!” Jim shouted after you. “Get back here! Don’t- and she walked away.”

After noticing the silence on the bridge, Jim narrowed his eyes before leaning back in his chair. “Well? Don’t you all have things to do?”

The group dispersed and the bridge was once again filled with noise as everyone tried to ignore what had just happened.


“Hey guys, can I sit with you?”

The group of four looked up to see you standing there with a lunch tray, awaiting their response.

“Sure darlin’,” Bones finally said.

“You can sit next to Pavel,” Sulu quickly interjected, motioning for Uhura to switch over to the seat next to him.

You slid into the seat next to Chekov, shooting him a big smile before you started eating. Pavel’s cheeks heated up and no one missed the bright red blush that covered his cheeks as Bones gave him a meaningful look, Sulu nudged his side, and Nyota cooed softly.

Luckily no one noticed the blush that covered your own face as you sat next to the Russian Whiz Kid.


Lunch had been going great. Bones and Nyota were having a discussion and as were you and Pavel, with Hikaru occasionally chiming into both conversations. That all stopped when Bones’s smile faded.

“Uh-oh here comes a child,” Nyota grumbled.

“Hey (Y/N/N)!”

You were pushed off to the side as Jim made his way into the lunch room, squeezing in between you and Chekov as he shouted his greeting.

“What a surprise to see you sitting here, with my crew!” He exclaimed as he stole some of your food and chewed it obnoxiously.

“Jim! What a pleasure to see you here,” you muttered, trying to stay calm.

Jim smirked at you before casually turning to Pavel. “Hey kid. How’ve you been?”

“F-fine Captain,” Pavel stuttered before Jim went around the table, asking everyone the same question.

“So, I know (Y/N) here is relatively new to the ship so I thought I’d help you all get to know her better,” Jim continued. The rest of the table looked at you and you averted your eyes to your food, making a noncommittal noise.

“Did you know, that when she was fifteen, mom was called into the local police station because (Y/N) was caught skinny dipping in the lake?”

You looked up, being met with shocked glances from Sulu and Pavel, an impressed look from Bones, and a giggle from Uhura. “What can I say? I was a rebel.”

“What about the time you were sixteen and snuck out of the house to make out with Roger Davis and you called mom crying because your braces had gotten stuck to his lip?” Jim challenged.

You cringed, remembering that night. “Jim why are you bringing this up. They don’t have to know that.”

“Remember when you got drunk and went down on Steven Jeffers and he said it was the worst he had ever gotten?”

You could feel the embarrassment now and tried to hide behind your hair.

“Remember when Nathan Holt asked you out and you completely embarrassed yourself in front of him? What did you do? Oh yeah, you laughed so hard your food came out of your nose!”

“Jim, what are you-” you tried to speak.

“Wait! Here’s the best one!” The whole table quieted at Jim’s words, sympathetic glances being shot your way.

“Remember your junior yeah of high school? Homecoming?”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Remember how excited you were when you won queen? And then Nathan won king and you were so happy because you had a second chance?”

Everyone except the Kirk siblings noticed the way Chekov’s face fell slightly when he heard about how much you liked this Nathan.

“You guys had your dance but unfortunately, mother nature paid a visit and when Nathan mentioning getting out of there you thought he meant it in another way so you started making out with him? And then he had to tell you in front of the school that you were covered in blood and he had no interest in you whatso-“

“JIM!” You cut him off. “Why are you saying these things?” You asked, your voice now in a whisper.

“Well we should know every member that’s in our crew don’t you think?”

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean you have to embarrass me,” you cried out before getting up and leaving.

“What was that all about?” Bones asked, his voice dangerously low.

“I told you! I was just helping you get to know-”

“No Jim,” Uhura cut in. “Getting to know her is learning things like her favorite color or favorite food. What you did was out of line.”

“It’s just,” Jim sighed. “It’s hard okay? I left for Starfleet and she was still just a kid and now all of a sudden she’s here and she’s all grown up and she’s an amazing scientist and I hear that she’s into Chekov and I just don’t want her to grow up.”

“That’s still no excuse for what you did Captain,” Sulu said quietly.

The table was silent for a moment before Pavel broke the silence.

“Wait, she likes m-me?”


You stayed locked away in the botany lab, your only company being the plants that you were studying.

Although the crew came in to check on you, they couldn’t open the door without the passcode that only you and Spock had, and you had specifically asked Spock not to give it to anyone. Not even Jim.

Everyone was growing increasingly worried, even Spock who although pleased with your increased work efficiency, was growing quite concerned with your lack of social interaction.

“Lieutenant Kirk,” Spock addressed you, walking in front of your desk with his hands behind his back. “Although I am not an expert, I do know for a fact that humans tend to be social organisms. I am quite concerned that working all the time is not best when it comes to your health.”

You waved his worries away. “Don’t worry Spock! I’m quite alright. I just don’t want to see my idiot of a brother ever again.”

Spock couldn’t help the slight twitch in his lips as he heard you speak about the Captain. “It is nearly midnight Lieutenant. If you wish I can accompany you up to the lunch room so that you may acquire sustenance without running into your brother?”

You thought it over before agreeing. “Sure Spock. I could go for some cereal right about now.”

Spock merely raised his eyebrow as he gestured for you to walk.


You walked slowly, placing your hand along the wall as you tried to make your way through the abnormally dark lunch room.

“Spock!” You called out. “Why is it so dark?”

You received no response but kept moving forwards. “Spock? Where are-”

You cut yourself off with a slight squeal as you tumbled, hitting the floor with a soft groan. You made to get up but heard a pained moan coming from below you, causing you to freeze.

You blinked multiple times as the lights came on, letting out a soft gasp as your eyes focused on the person below you. “Pavel?”>

“Yes? What are you doing here?”

“I came here with Spock. We were going to grab a snack but it was dark so I was trying to find the light,” you admitted. “Why are you here?”

“The Captain asked me to meet him here earlier and I must’ve fallen asleep. When I woke up, I did the same as you and tried to find the light.”

“Well it seems to me that you found each other instead.”

You turned around at the new voice, rolling your eyes when you saw Jim in the doorway. Carefully, you got off of Chekov and made your way to the door. “Well if you’ll excuse me, good night Pavel.”

“Wait!” Jim called, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you back.

“Let go of me James,” you hissed.

“Feisty. Calm down (Y/N/N),” Jim rolled his eyes.

You huffed and crossed your arms.

“Listen sis, I just wanna make it up to you,” Jim pleaded.

“How? By embarrassing me more in front of Chekov?” You scoffed.

Jim took a deep breath before replying. “Listen Chekov, (Y/N)’s been smitten with you since she walked onto this ship. One look at you and bam! She was a goner.”

Your eyes widened in anger as a silly grin spread across Pavel’s face. “JIM!”

“Calm down sis. Chekov has been just as taken with you since the moment you first walked onto the bridge to yell at me.”

“It’s true,” Pavel said, his voice small.

“So now if you’ll excuse me, I owe Spock two days worth of botanist work because of the samples I lost and because I asked for his help in getting you here,” Jim quickly spit out before running to the door. “Have fun on your date be safe bye!”

You and Pavel stayed still, looking after Jim as he ran away.

“This isn’t over Kirk!” You shouted after him. “I will get you back for lunch!”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way Little Kirk!” Jim casually threw over his shoulder.

“So, you really do like me?”

Pavel’s voice caught your attention and you couldn’t help but smile as you turned to him. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Well,” Pavel started, wrapping his hand around yours. “Then it’s a good thing I like you too. Do you want this night to continue as a date?”

“I’d love to Pavel,” you replied. “What did you have in mind?”

Pavel smirked, looking breathtakingly handsome. “How about some cereal?”

“You read my mind!”

Bye, Bye, Bye

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Warnings: swears, angst

Word Count: 1938

A/N: requested by @auduna-druitt a million years ago. Based on the song “Rockabye” by Clean Bandit. I’m so sorry it took so long. I’ve been crazy busy between work and school! I didn’t follow the prompt exactly, because the mom isn’t in Starfleet :( Hopefully you still like it though! I didn’t proofread it because I wanted to get it posted. I’m gonna go back and fix all the errors when I get a chance. 

Between the hum of the fluorescent lights and the sound of cars passing on the highway, sleep clouded your mind. There were no customers. Of course there weren’t. Who in their right mind would stop at a run down diner in the middle of Nowhere, Iowa during a winter colder than you’d ever felt (not that that was saying much since you moved up from San Francisco a few months ago).

Ran away, a voice echoed in your ears. You pushed it out of your mind as you rested your head on your arms across the countertop. As your eyes fell shut again, the bell chimed and the door opened, letting in a chill.

You snapped up, eyes going straight to the small bundle of coats and blankets curled up in the farthest booth. You watched the blankets rise and fall before sighing deeply.

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Prompt: This story is still based on a chat room conversation and can be seen here

Warnings: Still angst man. Some pseudoscience where I pretend to know what I’m talking about after some google research.

Pairing: Bones/Reader (predetermined)

A/N: one more after this. Then it all comes to an end. Catch up on this series if you haven’t! PART 1 PART 2

Word Count: 1627

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Upside Down (part 1)

Intro: Hello and welcome to Kaity’s heart in post form.  If you need me, I am currently 600 kilometers deep in the Scotty trashcan, with no sign of escape (not that I want to).  So please enjoy all my feelings out in the open.  This fic ended up being 7,500 words long so I split it up into multiple parts.  Some are long, some are short.  All are good.  I hope. 

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)

Word Count:1,454

Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.

Summary: So basically the starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does.  So that’s where I went with this fic.  You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin.  You butt heads.  Scotty gets hurt.  Feelings get hurt (mostly my own).  Welcome to my trashcan.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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“So you’re saying you would never have sex with me.”

“James Tiberius Kirk if you were the last person on earth I would copulate with a turtle before I even considered you.” You deadpanned, strapping your tool belt to your hips as you got ready to leave and turned to the frowning Captain who was leaning against the door frame. 

“Really funny.” Jim griped sarcastically, and you sauntered up to him, swinging your hips in just the right way, and you saw his eyes fall and he shook his head. 

“It’s only funny because it’s true, Jimbo.” You reached up and slapped his cheek twice, flashing a million dollar smile before pushing past him. 

“You know, this means I owe Uhura 5 bucks.” Jim called as you made your way to the engineering room. 

“That’s your own fault, you idiot.” You called back, laughing as you turned down the next hallway, finally out of his sight.  

“Hey, Bobby!” You shouted as you entered the automated doors, instantly smiling at the comforting smell of metal and sound of whirring machinery. 

“Lass, what’s with all the yelling?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from somewhere in the room and you leaned over the railing to look down and saw a man in a red shirt looking up at you. 

Suddenly, a hard hand clapped you on the shoulder and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Spinning around you saw Jim again and scowled, taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves. 

“Yeah, Bobby doesn’t work here anymore.” Jim said matter-of-factly. 

Your jaw fell open in disbelief, “What!?”

“He had to take sudden leave for… reasons, and this is his replacement.  Get up here Scotty!” Jim yelled and you continued to look at him incredulously. 

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Different

Jim, Bones

Summary: Bones is discovering in what ways Jim is different after having died, and in what ways he’s still the same.

A/N: This is my first Star Trek fic on here, and I can only hope you’ll like it! Thank you to @heartsalotofstuff for reading it and assuring me I hadn’t just thrown together a bunch of bullshit.

Words: 2 013

Dying, albeit briefly, had changed Jim. Bones could tell. When it came to Jim, Bones could always tell.

It was a painful realization, he had to admit. It had been bad enough to see his best friend lie there, as if frozen, with no pulse to find despite how much Bones tried. It had been bad enough to believe he would live the rest of his life without him. It had all been bad enough. But to think they would come out of this unscathed was wistful thinking.

Jim was different. He wasn’t the only one, of course. They had all changed a little bit. Spock seemed more distant. Scotty more emotional. Uhura became softer. Sulu all but danced around the Captain. Chekov was more quiet than ever, as if unsure of what to say. And Bones? Well, let’s just say that he panicked as soon as the kid was out of his sight. Jim called him overprotective, but Bones didn’t care. He wouldn’t be able to lose him again.

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About Time

Originally posted by robstenkr

Prompt: “You just wanted them because they light up!” 

Pairing: Scotty x reader

Warnings: Drinking, I think there’s one curse word?

Words: 1452

A/N: So, when I was getting into this fandom, I had some friends select prompts for me at random, and I had an absolute blast writing this one! 


You were incredibly excited to be landing in Yorktown. Finally, you would be able to see your best friend from the academy, and not just on a tiny screen. You nearly bounced into the bar, ordering yourself a drink and craning your neck around, trying to see him.

“Looking for someone?” A man with bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair approaches you. “Because I could be someone.” He shoots you a cocky grin and you roll your eyes.

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Bluejays and Cardinals

Photo by @little-penguin-ozzie (Added with permission)

Oswald dodges his fellow classmates, feinting left and right as he maneuvers down the hall towards the lunchroom, hands clasped on the straps of his backpack and a determined scowl on his face. Despite the crowd, and his diminutive stature, he sees Ed quickly, towering above most of the other sophomores, one hand clutching the handle of his lunchbox and the other adjusting his glasses as Oswald comes into focus.

“Where’s Jim?” Oswald asks as he comes to a stop in front of Ed.

“He’s in the office.”

“Still!? You said he got called there during third period!” Oswald stamps one foot in irritation. “What did he do this time?”

“I don’t know.” Ed shrugs. “The student runner didn’t say, she just handed over the note.”

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Mark’s Birthday

So here’s a little thing I wrote at 8:30am about the egos celebrating Mark’s birthday since today is the day! Markimoo is 28

Mark hears a knock on his door and walks over to find 16 versions of himself standing in the doorway. He panics and quickly pulls them inside, not wanting to draw attention to himself with his alter egos.

Will is the first to approach Mark with his neatly wrapped present. The wrapping paper is obviously pink, and so is the bow on top.
“Happy birthday Mr Markiplier,” he wiggles his moustache and beams at Mark.
Inside the gift is a new fake, pink moustache and a pair of pink socks with pink moustaches on them. A laugh erupted from Mark’s throat as he looked down at the simple little gifts that Will clearly thought hard about.

Ed and Silver approached next. Silver’s hands were behind his back and Ed was holding out a plate of chicken and dumplings.
“We know you like this stuff, so Sil and I took a stab at making ‘em for ya,” for the first time, Ed’s expression was soft and caring.
Silver nodded as he nervously smiled, the egos shy nature kicking in around so many people. Mark started to feel emotional. He’d left some of these egos behind for years and yet here they were, making an effort just for him.

King offered Mark a jar of his best peanut butter.
“Can I please spend the day petting Chica,” he asked politely.
Mark of course said yes and accepted the jar too. He knew how much King loved his peanut butter, so such a gesture meant a lot to the wacky ego. Watching his run off and pull Chica in to hug as she started to lick the peanut butter off of King’s face made Mark’s heart swell.

Google walked over with his little group of search engines; the four googles and Bing. They all lined up behind him, Google standing dead centre, with his eyes and G glowing brightly. Each android followed, their own eyes lighting up and the symbol on their chest illuminating.
“As long as we are here today, I can assure you that you will have faster WiFi and no technical issues with your computer, games or any recordings will occur” Google spoke, his voice still cold and emotionless but his small smile showing that the robot could feel something.
The others grinned, even Bing, who was proud of himself for being useful.

Everyone spreads out, some heading to the living room to sit down whilst others ran off to explore a house they’ve never physically been in. Will admired everything he saw with Mark’s logo on since it did, after all, have his iconic moustache which had adopted the name of the Warfstache.

The Jims and Bop came up to Mark later on after everyone had finally found somewhere to sit or something to do.
“We don’t have a gift,” Jim1 spoke, “we simply wanted to thank you for bringing us to life.”
“If it wasn’t for you,” Jim2 added, “we wouldn’t even be regarded as alter egos.” 
All three were thankful for their new life. Bop sang ‘happy birthday’ in his own, unique assortment of mouth noises, and The Jims added the lyrics over the top. Everyone else slowly joined in as they heard. The three cheers that followed shook the house as 16 men with deep and powerful voices all yelled ‘hip hip hooray’.

Yandere found Mark in the kitchen when he was preparing a few snacks for everyone.
“Mark, I insist that you let me help you. This is your day,” Yan grabbed a knife and started chopping the carrots.
Mark tried to conceal his smile when he saw the younger ego so eager to help him out despite that fact that underneath the innocent schoolgirl look, he was in fact a coldblooded killer, although so was half of the group.

Mark brought out a few plates of snacks, ranging from the healthy alternative of carrot sticks to the extremely unhealthy option of rich, chocolate brownie pieces. There was more than enough to feed the hungry egos, and Mark even brought out the chicken and dumplings from Ed and Silver to share with the group.

Dr Iplier handed Mark another present after the snacks had been devoured. Bim also handed over a similar present. Both were small, neatly wrapped, and had ‘To Mark’ written on a label. Inside the docs was stethoscope.
“I thought it would be useful for any of your sketches where you needs props,” Iplier stated.
Meanwhile, Bim’s present had two small plant pots. They were shaped like people, a male and female figure, one with a drawn on pink moustache and the other with coloured in blonde hair.
“It’s you and Amy,” Bim excitedly exclaimed, “so you can both have your own special friend. They won’t die either, trust me.”
Bim winked and giggled, happy he could finally hand this gift over after months of planning and practicing his abilities to ensure whatever was planted would live as long as Mark did.

The Host was the last of the egos to speak to Mark, right at the end of their day together once everyone had left. He handed him a leather bound book with the words ‘The story of Mark Edward Fischbach’ imprinted on the front.
“The Host wrote this for Mark. He knows that sometimes Mark doesn’t feel like he’s done enough or doesn’t believe he deserves the fame and popularity he has, but The Host insists that everything here is well deserved. In this book, The Host has written about Mark’s life, including every detail he could possibly imagine, accompanied by handwritten notations from all of us. Some of the notes are there to tell you that a particular event or scenario shows why deserve this life, whereas others are simply funny comments to make you smile. The Host hopes you enjoy it.”
Mark didn’t realise he’d started crying until he felt The Host’s hand gently wipe away a few tears. He didn’t deserve such kindness from any of them, but every ego had turned up and spent the day with him just because Mark had been alive 28 years. He opened the book to a random page to see a glittery pink note above a circled sentence. The sentence read ‘This video became one of a short series about the strange reporter, including a couple of videos following his murderous antics’ and the pink note above read ‘Wilford Warfstahce was born!’.

However, one ego hadn’t joined the rest of them.

After everyone went home, Mark was jumpscared by his demonic double. Dark’s grin was as menacing as ever and his aura drained the colours of the room.
“Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, old friend. See, I remembered your birthday…” his voice shook the room and the high pitch buzz echoed inside Mark’s head.
He realised why Dark was so annoyed. He had forgotten it was Dark’s birthday just over a week ago and hadn’t realised until he found the sea of posts on Tumblr about it.
“Why don’t you stop being edgy, sit down with me and we can play some games together, like old times.”
Neither man particularly like the other, Mark grinned as the ego sighed in defeat and joined him, picking up a controller. Dark’s present to Mark was allowing his perfect facade to drop, revealing the demon beneath. He showed his true nature, which on this night, was just a competitive child. He wasn’t trying to manipulate anyone. He just wanted a bit of fun and for once, he didn’t care about regaining the control he deserved. The greyscale man sat beside Mark, growling at every defeat and cheering at every victory, was acting like a real human, which was the best present Mark could receive.

Won’t Let Go - Part 2 - Leonard McCoy

Part 1 (no need to read it, though)

Summary: a series of short fics (or ficlets, if you’re nasty) based off “say you won’t let go” by james arthur. 

Word count: 1,499

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

A/N: i’ve noticed i write a lot about how much synthesized food sucks. i stand by the synthesized food slander. sorry this took so long. it won’t take this long from now on, i promise. ENJOY and tell me your thoughts!


Synthesized food could taste better and be a little more appetizing. Also, the texture could be better, the flavor could be stronger, the smells could be slightly more pleasant, and the colors could be less artificial looking.

Essentially, there was very little inclination to eat and a lot to complain about.

However, you couldn’t bring yourself to even frown as you sat with your back against the headboard, your hair disheveled with wispy tendrils falling into your features. A plate of pancakes was set in your lap, a glass of orange juice was placed on the bedside table, and a bowl of cubed fruit was snug between your hands.

You looked from the food to Leonard who sat beside you with a mug of coffee. You smiled at his messy dark hair and exhaust-ridden drooped eyelids.

It was hard to believe that two years had passed in a similar manner— it felt like you’d loved one another for centuries.

But the time passed just as it was meant to.

It passed with you staring at him lovingly, confessing to the deepest portions of his soul that you loved him as you continued to learn to love everything he brought along with him— his emotional baggage, his under-eye baggage.

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Upside Down

Intro: Hello and welcome to Kaity’s heart in post form.  If you need me, I am currently 600 kilometers deep in the Scotty trashcan, with no sign of escape (not that I want to).  So please enjoy all my feelings out in the open. 

Here is the entirety of my Scotty x reader fic, feel free to read it all at once, or in parts listed below.  

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)

Word Count: 7,955 (holy moly)

Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.

Summary: So basically the starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does.  So that’s where I went with this fic.  You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin.  You butt heads.  Scotty gets hurt.  Feelings get hurt (mostly my own).  Welcome to my trashcan.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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“So you’re saying you would never have sex with me.”

“James Tiberius Kirk if you were the last person on earth I would copulate with a turtle before I even considered you.” You deadpanned, strapping your tool belt to your hips as you got ready to leave and turned to the frowning Captain who was leaning against the door frame.

“Really funny.” Jim griped sarcastically, and you sauntered up to him, swinging your hips in just the right way, and you saw his eyes fall and he shook his head.

“It’s only funny because it’s true, Jimbo.” You reached up and slapped his cheek twice, flashing a million dollar smile before pushing past him.

“You know, this means I owe Uhura 5 bucks.” Jim called as you made your way to the engineering room.

“That’s your own fault, you idiot.” You called back, laughing as you turned down the next hallway, finally out of his sight.  

“Hey, Bobby!” You shouted as you entered the automated doors, instantly smiling at the comforting smell of metal and sound of whirring machinery.

“Lass, what’s with all the yelling?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from somewhere in the room and you leaned over the railing to look down and saw a man in a red shirt looking up at you.

Suddenly, a hard hand clapped you on the shoulder and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Spinning around you saw Jim again and scowled, taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves.

“Yeah, Bobby doesn’t work here anymore.” Jim said matter-of-factly.

Your jaw fell open in disbelief, “What!?”

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Originally posted by noniesarethebest

Prompt: “If you walk out that door…don’t you ever come back”
Word Count: 1288
Warnings: Break up, fighting, so much angst
Author’s Note: This is for a prompt challenge by @trekken81

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anonymous asked:

Maybe a small something where the crew gets captured but they single out Bones because he is a doctor and it goes badly? Like they take him for interrogation or something?

Y’all like seeing my bb Bones hurt too much.

  • “I have a bad feeling about this,” Bones says quietly, and Jim throws him a small smile. “You have a bad feeling about most things.” “Ominous, dark, and dangerous things, yes,” Bones wholeheartedly agrees, “this is one of those things. Jim, we’re not in neutral territory. We shouldn’t be traveling here.” Jim sigh, reaching out and gently squeezing Bones’ shoulder. “We can’t ignore a distress call.” “We can if Starfleet literally tells us not to!” “Relax,” Jim says, “we’ll be fine.”
  • Jim’s head is pounding when he regains consciousness. He doesn’t know where he is, but at least his crew is there. Bones sits next to him, reaching out to feel his forehead. “So much for ‘we’ll be fine’ , huh?” Bones says, and Jim groans. “Where are we?” “Looks like a cell on an old ship,” Sulu replies, “Klingon, I’d say.” “How do you know?” Jim asks. “Because we were attacked while in Klingon territory.” “Did the rest of the crew make it out okay?” “We don’t know, Captain,” Chekov says, “they took Uhura, and we haven’t seen her back yet. And a few minutes ago, they took Spock, too.” Jim gets up on his feet, walking around their small cell to try and find any hint of where they were and how they’d get out. “Don’t worry,” he says, both to the others and to himself, “we’ll figure this out.”
  • Jim’s been doing not much more than pacing around, but that’s all they can do. Still, it drives Bones nuts. “Either come up with a plan, or sit down and think about it. You’re driving me nuts.” “Shut up, Bones,” Jim replies, and Bones narrows his eyes. “You got us here-” “I’m well aware that this is my fault, you don’t have to rub my face in it every other sentence.” “I haven’t said anything before,” Bones counters. “You were thinking it,” Jim replies, crossing his arms over his chest, “if you don’t like the way I’m brainstorming for ideas you can always just wait outside the room. Oh wait, you can’t.” “Guys,” Sulu says, “please. Captain, doctor, there’s no need for this. Let’s just work together, yeah?” Jim takes a deep breath, exhales like an annoyed sigh. “Yes. Okay.”
  • Spock and Uhura return together not much later, and Jim’s back up on his feet in an instant. “Are you okay?” he asks, hands on Uhura’s arms and shoulders, and then he does the same with Spock. “We weren’t what they were looking for,” Uhura says. “What were they looking for?” Jim asks, glancing at the men standing just in front of their small cell door. “A doctor,” Spock says. Bones is right next to Jim to check the two of them out when Spock speaks, and the way he concerns himself over the two of them gives his profession away immediately. The men step forward, and before either of them can even react to it, they have Bones, and he’s dragged out of the room.
  • Uhura and Spock are quite shaken by whatever happened to them. Spock says they just asked questions, but still quite unpleasantly so. Really got in their heads, played on their fears, just to get answers out of them. Jim frowns worriedly, spends a while trying to bash that door in. Perhaps even more so when he hears Bones’ voice. Everyone hears it. Jim’s heard Bones yell on many occasions. Never heard him scream, though, and it’s a piercing sound that makes Jim’s blood boil. They’re hurting his best friend. If them interrogating Uhura and Spock about his crew isn’t bad enough, hearing Bones suffering just gives Jim that bit of extra anger.
  • But they’re still stuck in that room, and Jim is listening to relentless torture. Physical or mental, Jim doesn’t even know. He can’t see Bones, but he can hear him refuse to give up information that could potentially give up vulnerabilities of anyone in Starfleet, though judging by how they treat him for it, Jim wishes he would just tell them what they want to know. “Hey! Hey, please! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” Jim promises, banging against the door, “let Bones go, I’ll talk. I promise.” "Captain,“ Spock says, ”Jim, they wanted the doctor for a reason. They’re not interested in talking to you.“ “Then what else am I supposed to do? Sit here and wait until they kill him?” Jim snaps. “No,” Spock says, “we come up with a plan.”
  • And so they wait until the aliens show up again. As soon as their cell door opens, Jim is quick to jump on one of the aliens, though Spock, with his strength, has an easier time to take out the others. Jim picks up one of the phasers after they’ve disarmed the guys. Uhura and Sulu do the same. Following Bones’ voice makes it easier at first, but when the doctor abruptly falls silent, Jim leads them through unfamiliar hallways in blind panic. It’s Spock who takes over, keeping an eye on their surroundings, until they finally find him.
  • Bones is strapped to a chair, wires attached to his head and his chest, though Jim rushes over and yanks them out without a second thought. “Bones!” he calls out, “c'mon, wake up. Let’s get out of here.” He cups Bones’ cheeks, gently so, and he frowns when it’s Chekov who actually hits Bones in the face to wake him up. “Chekov!” “What?” Chekov replies, “we need to leave, and the doctor needs to wake up. This is effective way,” he adds, gesturing to Bones who opens his eyes and rubs his cheek, “in Russia, we-” “I get it,” Jim says, turning his attention to Bones instead. “Are you okay? What did they do to you?” He helps Bones sit up straight, sliding an arm around him to keep him upright. “Jim,” Bones grunts, “they were trying to get in my head.” “That’s okay, Bones, we’ll get you fixed up.” “No, I mean, literally. Download information in my head. They were trying to access what I knew about our president’s undocumented health issues. I think they’re planning an attack.” “Okay,” Jim says, “then we’ll stop them.”
  • They’re back on the Enterprise, heading to earth in warp speed. Bones has checked himself out of med bay, but Jim makes sure Chapel and M'Benga share that view of him being cleared. After all, Bones looks pale and hurt, and he hasn’t complained or scolded Jim once since they got back.
  • “Talk to me,” Jim says once they’re in Bones’ quarters, “are you okay?” “No,” Bones replies, and it’s so blatantly honest that Jim briefly doesn’t know how to respond. “You will be,” he promises eventually, reaching out for Bones’ hand. “I couldn’t even stop them from getting into my own head. They know everything about the president. About you. Joanna. My God, Jim, if anything happens to her-” “We won’t let that happen,” Jim promises, pulling Bones in and sliding both his arms around his shoulders. “They know everything about you, too,” Bones says, “I think they figured you would escape. Given your track record of getting out of so many dire situations alive.” “Only thanks to you,” Jim replies, “you’re going to be fine, okay? So will I. So will Jo. Everyone on Earth will be fine. We’ve saved them before, we can do that again. And if they know my allergies to try and use that against me - who cares? They’re just allergies. I can kick their ass even with a sore throat and itchy skin. Just… know I won’t let them hurt you again,” he adds, lips brushing over Bones’ cheek, “or anyone else for that matter. You know I’m going to be the overprotective captain for a while now.” “I know,” Bones huffs, and Jim smiles now the other is finally relaxing in his presence, and Bones turns to him with a faint smile, “please don’t.” “You know I can’t make any such promises. I’m going to be overprotective. No away-missions, no strange alien examinations without the appropriate security. I think for safety measures, I should sleep in the same bed for a while. Just to make sure, y'know?” Bones laughs, and it makes Jim smile instantly. “Please,” Bones says, “if you want to sleep with me there are less drastic ways to do so.”
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#80 - “That looks like it hurts.”
#177 - “I know that I’m stood here bleeding all over you, and this is probably the wrong time, but I kinda like you.”

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Cloudburst

Pairing: James T. Kirk x Reader

Time: the first part of Star Trek(2009), Kirk’s first year at the academy.

A/N: I’ve been working on this one for months, and while I’m not perfectly satisfied with it, I still think it turned out pretty well considering I’ve never written for Star Trek before. Also, it’s really long and gets kinda steamy in some parts.

Summary/Preview: In which you meet James T. Kirk in your second year at Starfleet Academy and you go from tolerating him with mild annoyance to being his friend to friends aren’t supposed to be kissing all the time or having sex on a semi-regular basis, and most importantly when did you stop thinking of him as Kirk, and start calling him Jim? (and why are you always smiling at him in this damned fond manner?)


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I Was Younger Then....

Originally posted by blueshirt-x

Pairing: Kirk x reader

Warnings: angst, a little bit of language 

Words: 3601

A/N: So, I’m back! I’ve been struggling with life, and at some point, I lost all inspiration to write. It’s slowly coming back now, and I’m thrilled to be writing again. As of today, there are 600 of you incredible people who follow me, and I’m so incredibly flattered. Thank you all so much. 

This story was inspired by Ed Sheeran’s new song, Castle On The Hill and I am thinking I will do a second part, if people want one.

One big shoutout to my beta and best friend, @childoftimeandmagic for continually putting up with my self-doubt and intense criticism of my own work. Thanks for always encouraging me to get things out there.


Captain James Tiberius Kirk was the last man off the Enterprise when it docked, a fact he was highly agitated about. For the first time in years, he was going home during his shore leave, and he couldn’t wait to get on the road. Memories of his years there flooded his mind, his best friend and first love prominent in most of them.

He was six years old. His stepfather had been yelling again, so he and his brother snuck out of the house. George and his friends were playing some silly tag game, and he had raced after them, trying to keep up. That was when he tripped over a root in the ground, a loud snap accompanying the sharp pain that shot up his leg when it bent in a funny angle. He had been rushed to the hospital, where his leg was wrapped in a cast, forcing him to spend the rest of the summer watching his friends from the sidelines.

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