Intro: Hellohellohello friendos! I have written a thing and am actually going to be able to post it now yay go me! So I’ve finally gotten a hold on life and it’s craziness so I spit this big-ish fic out in the last few days and I hope you like it! It is a SUUUPPPPERRRR and I mean SUPER over due request from @names-add-meaning.
Love, I apologize with my whole heart about how damn long this took me. I think it was probably back in May or June that you requested this and I just never got stupidly around to it. You don’t have to acknowledge that this even exists, because I don’t deserve it. I am so sorry. But I hope you like it? I tried to follow your request closely! Just no enterprise crew, just Jim!
Pairing: Kirk x reader (I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible!)
Word Count: 2400ish
Warnings: nothing really, alcohol, dancing, makeout?
Summary: After 6 months aboard the Enterprise you finally got some shore leave, and everyone’s headed to the club. You’re not a big fan of these things, but you decide to go anyway. Jim, who is one of your closest friends, is there and saves you from spending the night with your drunk friend. He can’t convince you to dance with him, and you’re about to leave when a certain song comes on. Will you go for it? Be a little wild for once? Maybe act on a certain crush you’d had on someone for so long?
The song and dance I was inspired by was this one below, to “Like a River” by Bishop Briggs - I pictured the reader dancing similarly, except to the whole song!
Jim’s head swiveled when he heard your name. An instinct really, the shout was enough to make anyone jump, but he knew that the rush of adrenaline that dripped through his insides and made his heart beat faster was much more than that.
He tried to calm his racing heart as he caught sight of you in the corner of his eye, but instead the opposite happened. Your usual outfits ranged from baggy sweaters to your uniform, so Jim’s jaw nearly dropped when he saw you in something a little more revealing. Clothes suited to the club that you had just walked into, where Jim had been sitting for the past 20 minutes, getting a good head start on his drink, pretending he wasn’t waiting for you to come around.
You were hugging your friend, and Jim almost laughed at the sour look on your face. He knew you hated things like this, but since this was the first shore leave in almost 6 months, he was sure your friends made you come. And he was glad for it.
“Y/N!! You came!” The familiar high-pitched voice of your friend somehow carried over the loud music and chattering voices.
“And you look so… hot!” Aalia continued as her near-jumping form came into view.
“Yes, yes, instead of wearing my comfy sweats and hoodie like I wish I was, I have dragged these pieces of revealing clothing out of my closet and somehow got them on my body.” You grumbled, releasing yourself quickly from the sweaty hug that she wrapped you in.
“Oh, shut up! Stop being so cynical, it distracts from your smoking hot bod.”
You gave Aalia a disapproving glare, but it didn’t carry as much ice in it as you wanted. She wasn’t wrong, you did look pretty good. The tighter clothing did make you want to constantly keep your arms crossed over your chest, but you know from when you last looked in the mirror, it was working for you. And since you were finally on the shore leave that had been promised for many months, you thought you’d change it up.