jim is trying to comfort him

So if u read collision course, spock is a goth with long hair and he and Jim get handcuffed together right after they meet. Also after first contact Jim gets knocked down and spock pulls him right up. -o-

Not Without You

Originally posted by tony-starkes

Rating: Adult, Explicit, Mature

Characters: Jim Kirk, Reader, Spock, Uhura, Bones

Situation/Scenario: Reader is trapped on a shuttle that is about to fail/explode/fall out of the sky (I don’t know how to word that) And the crew is struggling to get her back on board. She is beamed out at the last second. Jim has already convinced himself she is going to die, she doesn’t, he proves how much he needs her.

Warnings: Almost death, Angsty, smut, romance, unprotected sex, AN UNEDITED HOT MESS

Author’s note: Sooo, I have not written smut since I had a kpop smut page. I apologize in advance, my skills are ruuustty.

tags: @yourtropegirl

Not Without You

“Y/L/N to enterprise!” You yelled into your communicator. “I don’t think the shuttle is going to make it!” You yell as you try to pilot the damn thing closer to the enterprise. The ship had stopped at a class m planet to assist in delivering medical supplies to a research team. Everything had gone well, till it was time to return to the enterprise. The team on the planet had their pick of some supplies, and you had the remaining on the shuttle with you. You were supposed to have another crew member go down with you, but you had done this very trip to this team a few times before and didn’t feel you needed assistance.

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Shy Bunny

Pairings: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hybrid!AU Bunny!AU

Word Count: 2k +

A/N: Sorry this is really short I’m thinking of making a part two and make that one longer and add more to the storyline but like literally all my other ‘im making a p2′ I’m not really sure. THANK YOU!

Originally posted by jjks

“just for a little bit y/n! please!” you best friend begged as she squeezed your arm tightly.

Her legs had wrapped around your waist and her head was heavily weighed on your shoulder, trapping you on your own couch.

“I can’t afford a hybrid right now!” you argued as you struggled against her grip.

“you and both know that’s complete bullshit! You’re just being a bitch!” she yelled back at you.

Your best friend for 3 years has also been an active hybrid protector. Adoption centres weren’t rare. No at all, there were three just a block away.

However, some of these adoption centres weren’t exactly treating their hybrids…nicely.

People like your best friend adopt as many hybrids as possible in order to protect them from the horrors that occur in the centres. Whilst they hold the hybrids other people are currently trying to figure out how to shut them down.

This time however, your friend had taken in too many.

“y/n…I swear to god. Why don’t you want to help?” she asked in confusion.

You instantly felt like an asshole but you had reasons.

“I’m a loner amber, I don’t know how to deal with people let alone take care of them” you whined as she sighed deeply.

“y/n. can you please trust me this one time? I swear you won’t regret this decision” she stated as she stared into your soul.

Something in your head was telling you this was a bad idea but something else was telling you to do it.

Fuck it.


Twiddling your thumbs nervously you heard soft murmurs outside of your front door.

you had been told the basics but there was still a lot you were unsure about.

“okay Jimin! Welcome to your new home!” she yelled excitedly as she kicked your door harshly causing you to jump away from it in shock.

You were about to scowled her for damaging your property when your eyes lay on the shrunken figure behind her.

While you were busy trying to get a better look at your new roommate you friend slammed a duffle bag into your stomach.

With a pained ‘oof’ you fell backward and landed on your ass. A whine escaped your lips leading your friend to laugh loudly at you.

Your hand instantly flew behind you to cradle your now bruised ass cheek. You watched as slowly two bunny ears popped up and the stranger was stretching himself up to his usual height to see all the commotion.

The boys’ hair was swept over his eyes and his blonde ears matching with his hair stood tall and curious. As soon as his eyes connected with yours he nervously ducked down again, his ears flopping to follow his body.

“Jim-“you friend started to say before noticing he was fully crouched behind her.

Quickly, you rose to your feet as amber pushed Jimin forward happily.

“Jimin, meet Y/n!” she chirped. Jimin’s face was as red as a tomato and the poor things hands were shaking.

You smiled as welcomingly as you could and watched as his eyes darted to the floor.

“it’s nice to meet you Jimin! Welcome to your new home” you stated as you held his bag of belongings.

“Alright guys have fun” she said sending you a thankful smile before exiting the house.

Giving your friend a wave goodbye you watched as the bunny hybrid shifted his weight nervously.

“okay Jimin! Welcome to my home” you chirped excitedly, causing his ears to perk up in excitement and curiosity.

As you moved forward, jimin slowly followed you; he was hesitant in his movements but still managed to shuffle his way after you.

“this is the kitchen, this is the lounge…mmmm the bathroom is that way and your room” you said quickly pointing out areas of your decent sized apartment.

“is just over here” you said as you opened his door revealing a double bed and a side table.

“I hope this is okay” you mumbled as you placed his bag next to his walk-in closet.

You looked up to see Jimin gaping in awe.

“t-this…this is f-f-for me?” he stuttered quietly as his cheeks returned to the pink colour that stained his cheeks previously.

“yep! Is this okay? If you need anything else just ask, okay?” you asked him as he continued to ogle at his new space.

“a-and…t-the b-bed? Just for m-me?” he stuttered again as he pulled his sleeves over his hands, clutching them tightly.

“well of course!” you chirped as he slowly approached it.

“so, I didn’t know what kind of food you liked so I figured I’d let you relax for a little bit before we go shopping for some, is that okay?” you asked as you scratched the back of your head.

He looked at you in shock as he nodded his head shyly, his ears changing from upright to floppy in an instant.

“i…I can’t leave w-without a collar” he stated as his eyes traveled to the ground.

“oh, yer! How could I forget! I got one for you before you arrived actually!” you said as you dug your hand around in your back pocket, trying to dig out the silky black collar you had picked out.

“here! Im sorry for not getting you one of those hard collars, they…were just so ugly” you said shivering at the thought of the rough material.

“its…soft” he whispered as he ran the material through his fingers.

“alright jimin! Get comfy, unpack and I’ll see you in a little bit okay!?” you asked before you walked out of his room, leaving him to get used to his new room.

Amber didn’t tell you much about him other than he was extremely shy and extremely cute…she wasn’t wrong with either of those.

If he was going to be living with you, you wanted to get to know him and make sure he was comfortable around you. But how did you do this without overstepping or scaring him?

After an hour or two, you decided now would be a prime time to go food shopping.

“hey jim-“you said as you walked into his room, the door still wide open.

Your heart melted at the sight bestowed before you.

He had snuggled his way underneath the blanket, his body wiggling in joy at the softness as his two bunny ears were shot straight to the ceiling.

You let out a giggle of delight as he fought with the blanket to try and escape.

“i-i-im sorry!” he squeaked as his ears flopped down and his cheeks burned a bright pink, even brighter than before.

“sorry? For what? It’s your room Jimin you can do whatever you want” you smiled happily at him. You didn’t think stomach butterflies were real until you felt them float around your stomach.

He looked at you astonished before nodding his head shyly.

“so, do you want to go get some food now?” you asked sweetly as he shifted his weight off his left foot to his right.

“o-okay” he spoke, trying to speak louder than usual but it came out as more of a struggled shout than normal projection.

You smiled endearingly before clapping your hands together.

“alright! Lets go!”


“Do you like lasagne? Ooo what about some pizza? What kind of snacks do you eat?” you asked as you pushed the trolley through the aisle.

Jimin looked as if he had just entered heaven. His mouth hung open in shock as he scanned the shelves.

“i…I’m not picky” he confirmed as you started shoving things into your cart.

“why don’t you go to the confectionary section and pick out what you like, sometimes I might be gone a while so we can’t have you bored and snackish you said as you examined expiration dates.

“o-okay!” he said strongly before rushing off.

You chuckled a little before texting amber to tell her you were already very fond of Jimin.

He seemed to be trying to get more comfortable and confident around you. You really apricated it but you could see he was struggling with it and causing him stress was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Is t-this okay?”

You turned around to see Jimin hugging a bunch of packets to his body. You almost cried out in cuteness overload as he stared at you with wondrous eyes.

“I see you really like Oreos” you laughed as you spotted the five packets of Oreos tucked into his arm.

“i-m-m s-sorry! I g-g-got too much didn’t I?!” he whined as his ears slowly flopped down.

“Not at all! Here, chuck it in the cart and we’ll continue” you smiled at him.

He stood frozen for a little bit before nodding and placing the items in the cart carefully.

The rest of the trip he stayed close behind you, Giving small comments here and there. As you paid and left the centre you noticed he was getting less energetic.

“are you okay Jimin?” you asked worriedly as the two of you got in the car.

“oh..i…I’m just a little hungry” he said as his hands slowly placed themselves on his stomach.

“when’s the last time you ate?” you asked as you started reversing out of the parking space.

“…two days ago?”

You gasped. Two days?!?!

“sorry did…did you say two days?! As in not yesterday but the day before?” you questioned in utter shock as you tried hard to focus on the road ahead.

You heard him hum in embarrassment and confirmation making your heart melt.

“as soon as we get home I will make you some food! What would you like?! name anything!” you demanded worriedly.

How come he hasn’t eaten in two days? Did amber not feed him?

As soon as you busted through your front door with the multiple bags in your hands you ran towards the kitchen ready to cook up a feast.

“okay Jimin, were going to have to work together so we can get you some food as quickly as possible” you said with determination as you placed your hands on your hips.

He nodded along with you, his eyes hardening to match yours.

As you directed him to draws and shoved food in the fridge the both of you were running around the kitchen to try and get everything done efficiently.

As Jimin finished up the unpacking you boiled some pasta, started on some pancakes and started frying some chicken. You wanted to give the deprived boy a range of different food groups to fill him up properly.

“I finished” he chirped excitedly.

“great, take a seat the food will be done soon” you smiled.

You heard a bunch of shuffling behind you before he sighed in content at finally being able to relax.

“so jimin, how did you end up with Amber?” you asked as you continued your cooking.

“i..i er w-was given b-b-back” he stuttered nervously. You could literally hear him play with his sleeves.

“given back?” you asked hesitantly as you continued what you were doing.

“y-yer…my o-owner didn’t want me anymore…so she gave me back to the adoption centre, that’s where a-amber found me” he explained, breathing out shakily.

As you plated his food for him you felt a pang in your chest. Who the hell would give up this cute little bunny?

“I’m so sorry Jimin” you said turning around with the plates in your hand.

His eyes were glassy and his cheeks were red and puffed out.

You let out a sympathetic whine before setting the plates down and walking around the counter towards him.

Before you effulged him in a hug you placed your hand over his.

“well, you here now! And I know we just met but I’m very fond of you Jimin, were friends now which means no give backies okay!” you chirped causing him to look at you in shock.

A tear fell from his eyes before he nodded his head frantically.

You pulled him into you, enjoying how his soft ears tickled your face. Even though his face was in your boobs and you could feel the bunny panicking a big smile found its way onto your face.

In this moment, you knew your doubt was unneeded and the growing love you had for your bunny was exciting.

you were unsure of where this would go but instead of traveling the long road of life alone; you now had your shy bunny to accompany you.

Sleeping Preferences (Star Trek AOS)

Originally posted by sansasandorshipper

Jim likes to sleep on his back, and you usually end up tucked into his side. Jim is a human furnace during the night, so most of the time all the blankets get kicked off at some point. He always seems to have a sixth sense for when you get up, and he ends up waking up too. Whenever you can’t sleep, he throws an arm over you and tugs you even closer to him.

Originally posted by lucystillintheskywithdiamonds

Spock- Spock doesn’t really understand why humans want to sleep so close together but is willing to learn. Most of the time you end up half on top of him, or at least with an arm around him. He sleeps in the same position most of the time and you both have a very specific routine when it comes to sleep. As your relationship grows, he gets more relaxed when it comes to touch and like to have some part of you touching him when you’re both asleep.

Originally posted by helgabrook

Leonard- Leonard, despite his gruff exterior, loves cuddles. He’s the big spoon and loves to keep you almost on top of him. You like it since you can hear his heartbeat underneath your ear. Your legs are a giant pretzel by morning, and either you or Leonard’s arms are wrapped around each other in some way or another. He likes to let his face rest near your head or tucked into your neck.

Originally posted by pinetrek

Scotty- Scotty is constantly thrashing around at random points in the night, so it takes awhile to get comfortable. He ends up with his face on your chest, and your arms around him. He finds it comforting to be held by you, and it also helps him not roll around so much. His arms end up around your waist most of the time.

Originally posted by lightningstorminspace

Pavel- Pavel loves to try to have as much physical contact as possible when he’s sleeping with you. You both switch with whos the big or little spoon, or if you’re both just sprawled out on the bed. You’re both sleeping in a mountain of blankets and pillows, but he likes to be facing you if it’s possible. He puts his nose in your hair, knowing that you’re both safe and together.

Originally posted by obiwan-archive

Hikaru- Hikaru has on multiple occasions almost smothered you on accident. He likes to hug you, and pull you to his chest. Unfortunately, it’s not always the most comfortable position, but you both make it work. When you have different shifts, he practically clings to you to try to make you sleep with him for another five minutes.

Originally posted by stardustschild

Nyota- Nyota is normally the big spoon. Most of the time you sleep with your back to her chest and her arm around you. She likes to keep your quarters cold, so you have no objections to snuggling back into her. Her hands end up tracing patterns on your side or arm when she can’t sleep.

Being the daughter of Jim Gordon and dating Jerome would include:

Originally posted by miravnda

Originally posted by twofacedharveydent

Request:  Please, Can you do a headcanon like… Be the daughter of James Gordon and be dating Jerome (you are good and very young compared to Jerome, your father doesn’t accept) Sorry my English by @stupendousrpgkawaii

Warning: Reader being younger than Jerome, violence and unheathly love. Not a very nice love story.

A/N: Sorry that I’m late! But I made it kinda long eheheh

[Y/F/N]= your full name


  • Meeting Jerome radomly on the street and finding out he works at the carnival.
    • Him inviting you to watch the show.
  • Jerome being super fun and making you laugh all the time. Playing some minor pranks with him to annoy his co-workers.
  • Adoring his laughter.
  • Meeting him all the time and your dad becoming suspicious with whom you’re ‘chilling’ all the time.
    • “So, who’s the guy, [Y/N]?”
    • “I already told you. His name’s Jerome and he works at the carnival. And he’s funny and my friend.” 
    • “Just don’t get to ‘funny’ together, okay?”
  • Fiding out you’re younger than Jerome.
    • “You’re 18? What the…?”
    • “You look older, you know.”
    • “This is awkward.”
    • “Have heard and seen worse.”
    • “Same.”
    • Jerome being the childish one.
  • Comforting Jerome when he’s sad or/and angry.
    • “Jerome, you’re always welcome to crash on my couch. I don’t think dad would mind.”
    • “Thank you, [Y/N]. You’re the bestest friend someone could ever have.” 
  • Meeting Jerome’s mother and disliking her the moment she started to nag.
  • Climbing out of the window to meet up with Jerome at night.
    • “I’ve never done this before.”
    • “Don’t feel so guilty. We’re not doing bad things. We’re just going for a walk.”
    • Talking about your life.
  • Jim not liking that you’re never home.
    • “You should bring Jerome home for dinner. I’d like to meet the boy who’s making you climb out of the bathroom window.”
    • “Um…”
    • You feeling super guilty, making youself apologize to your father and promising him you wouldn’t do it ever again.
    • “I was young, too, and I did anything to get into a girls pants-”
    • “Please no!”
  • Jim forcing Lee to give you the Talk again. It’s very awkward.
  • Jerome kissing you unexpectedly after a walk. 
    • Blushing and stuttering but kissing him back. 
  • Coming home, grinning brightly and Jim asking you what happened, only to find out that Jerome had kissed you.
    • Jim not being happy with it and him trying to keep you busy. 
    • Lee being on your side. “Jim, you can’t keep them apart forever. They will find a way to meet and she’s going to keep you in the dark until it’s too late.” 
    • Jim still not liking Jerome. He being sure that the boy’s a vagabond.
  • Jerome liking to hug you from behind and kissing the top of your head. 
    • He’s a cuddler, you realise.
    • He’s so much more happy with you than with everyone else. You feeling special. 
    • Him buying you souveniers.
  • You fiding out that Jerome’s mother was murdered and comforting him, staying with him all night.
    • Jim meets Jerome for the first time.
    • Him hating Jerome because he’s too old for you.
  • Your father telling you that Jerome had killed his mother and that the GCPD sends him away to Arkham.
  • Crying al lot.
  • Begging you’re father for a meeting with Jerome. You wanting answers for the things he did.
    • “Please, dad…”
    • “No. You’re not going to be near that boy ever again. Do you understand, [Y/F/N]?”
    • “Yes, dad.” 
  • Being lovesick and burrying yourself in school work.
  • Two days after the Maniax broke out, you’re being kidnapped by Jerome.
    • “You can’t just abduct me! Jerome, you have to let me go.” 
    • “Don’t you understand? I brought you here to be safe from the others. The city is going to blow up, soon.”
    • You being frightened to death. Everything about Jerome changed. His laughter became haunting, his smile your nightmare and the look in his eyes told you that your Jerome was long gone.
    • Crying alot and begging him to let you go.
  • Him confessing his love to you in despair.
    • “Oh, I fell so hard in love with you, love. I never thought my heart could skip so many beats. I love you.”
    • You being in love with him but also knowing that whatever is between the two of you would never work. “Jerome, I’m breaking up with you. I don’t want this. I don’t want your twisted love.”
    • Jerome getting angry and slapping you, but apologizing with many soft kisses afterwards.
  • Being torn apart. 
  • Finally escaping the day he left the door unlocked.
    • Running to the GCPD, crying and telling him about Jerome. 
    • Jim and Harvey comforting you. 
    • Even Ed tries to comfort you with riddles.
    • Jim being ready to kick Jerome’s ass for hurting your feelings.
  • Going to therapy after Jerome’s death to deal with everything that happenend to you.

(Requests closed)

anonymous asked:

If you want a writing prompt maybe kirk discovering a cluster of freckles on the nape of spock's neck?

ah hopefully this fit your prompt well enough!!

Constellations (find it on ao3 here)


The dark silhouette remained still, framed in the doorway to the fresher. Jim blinked, then reached out a hand, making his voice softer, more honeyed.

“Spock. Come on, sweetheart. Come to bed with me. Please.”

Spock finally moved, walking towards Jim and settling on the edge of the bed, keeping his face turned away. He took off his socks but made no move to remove the Vulcan robes he had been wearing during meditation. Jim frowned a bit, catching the end of one of the trailing sleeves. A few weeks into their relationship, Spock had discovered just how comfortable Jim’s old loose t-shirts were, and refused to wear anything else to bed. For Spock to not take off his robes to sleep… well, it certainly planted worry in Jim’s head. “Aren’t you gonna take this off?” He asked, keeping his voice soft in the dim light.

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because you guys love jealous Jim:

You raised your eyes to the tall buildings surrounding you and looked at the different coloured lights. It was already dark outside and you just stepped out of the car that had brought you and Jim here.
He was on his way to a meeting and insisted on taking you with him. Usually he went by himself  but apparently it meant a lot to him to have there today.
All dressed up and with Jim by your side you entered a skyscraper.

A narrow red carpet led you inside and just as the door closed behind the two of you two men appeared out of nowhere. Without saying a word they escorted you to the elevator. As soon as those men started following you Jim grabbed your hand with a tight grip. His own was cold as usual.
Seconds later the elevator shot upstairs. Nobody said a word and you could feel the tension in the tiny space.
It was the first time that you properly collided with the scene Jim used to be in. The powerful and criminal people that signed his contracts and relied on him and requested services only he could offer.
You’d be lying if you’d say that you weren’t slightly uncomfortable. Sure, you trusted your boyfriend but you also knew what he was able to do and you knew all too well what could happen if something was to go wrong.

The doors slid open and you walked down a long floor. The walls were decorated with minimalistic paintings and were covered in luxurious wallpaper. It was still silent and the only noise you could here was the clicking of your heels.
Soon enough your little group reached a door that automatically opened. Immediately warm and thick air hit your face. The smell of cigar-smoke mixed with the cheep perfume of the rich filled the hall you now stepped into.
The light was dimmed and approximately thirty Asian men were inside. Some were sitting on couches surrounded by light-dressed women with big hair, some were standing holding drinks and smoking.
Slow jazz music was playing in the background.

All of the talking stopped and everyone looked at you and Jim which made him smile. Still holding on to your hand his eyes targeted a man that was sitting in a chair at the very end of the room. A tall woman in a very short dress with a lot of cleavage leaned against the chair.  

With secure footsteps Jim started walking towards that person. He really seemed to enjoy all of the looks the two of you were getting.
The man jumped up and even though his face didn’t come across as frightened you could spot sweat on his forehead that most likely didn’t come from the sticky air. He said something in a language that sounded like Korean and everyone else returned to their former state of talking and drinking.

Stretching out his hand to shake Jim’s the boss (so you assumed) of the others was now at least a step away from you. Sensing a penetrant aftershave you silently sniffed your nose.
Not even looking at the offered hand Jim sat down on a leathern couch and pulled you down too, now letting go of your hand.

After that the two men started talking to each other. The Asian had prepared a few files he was showing to Jim. Nervous chuckling and a lot of nodding on his side gave him away: he wasn’t comfortable.

Jim on the other hand seemed to feel very secure and powerful at the moment. You knew he loved to be in that position where he was the one to decide and all everyone else could do was to obey.
But from one second to another something changed. Something the man had said didn’t please Jim. His voice became serious and his stare lurking while he placed his left hand on your thigh.
The opponent quickly realised that what he had said wasn’t ideal and began to stammer while probably trying to make up for whatever had just left his mouth.

But Jim shook his head and you could feel his hand tighten. To possibly calm him you laid your hand on his but instead of relaxing Jim said something that made the man stand up quickly.

Again the only sound in the room was the jazz music.

Everyone’s eyes were on the three of you.

Wildly gesticulating and desperately speaking to your boyfriend the man still attempted  to fix the situation. Instead of responding verbally Jim just laughed and raised his right hand and waved.
Knowing that couldn’t mean anything good you began feeling seriously unsettled.
“Jim, what is it? What happened?”, you vigorously whispered but he didn’t answer your questions. Instead a laser point appeared on the Asian man’s  head.
“For gods sake…”, you called out clamping onto Jim’s hand.

Next the man dropped on his knees stammering the same words over and over again but the laser still fixed him.
Some men in the room had pulled out guns themselves but a word from Jim made them drop the weapons.  
Actual tears were now streaming down the man’s face and he began to shake. Jim’s hand still raised he was now in charge of those person’s lives. Whatever had happened before, it had made him more than angry.

“Jim, let’s go. It’s alright.” Your voice was calm now knowing that saying something in the wrong tone could make him wave another time which would result in people dying.
“It’s not alright, dear.”, he said looking you in the eyes and leaning his head to one side which was usually a sign for him being very serious.
“This idiot said that you are very beautiful and you must’ve been very expensive. He thinks you’re a whore. And if you think he’s getting away with that then you’re wrong.” Giving you a quick kiss on the forehead he faced the kneeling man who had started sobbing.

“He didn’t know. You can’t blame him for not knowing.”, you said.
“No, but I can teach him a lesson for not keeping his ridiculous mouth shut.”, Jim answered with a smile. Whispering something into a tiny wireless microphone that was fixed to his tie Jim waved another time.
A shot fell and the woman that was standing next to the frightened man dropped dead. You jumped up. Slowly Jim stood up as well.
“You call her a whore, I kill yours.”, he grinned down at the man before he took your hand.
“Now we can go.”
Jazz played as you left the hall.


Name: Not to the Sickbay you say?
Pairing: Bones x Reader
Summary: the reader is on a mission with Kirk and gets badly hurt. However, she refuses to go tot he sickbay, so Kirk slowly realizes that she got a huge crush on Bones, so he decides to help the two idiots.

You always knew that Monday was not your lucky day, but today was special - since the very moment when you woke up (and found Sulu’s crazy plant in your shoes) your day has been getting worse, and a huge stone falling on your hip during a two-men mission was only a logical continuation of the day.

“Y/N, you are an incredibly lucky person,” Kirk sits down by your side, injecting you with a strong painkiller. “If you made a hundred more meters in any direction, the Enterprise would be able to beam us up, but… Here we are.”

“I am sorry, captain,” you mumble, and Kirk sighs, taking a communicator out. “W-what are you doing?”

“Asking our lovely doctor to come and cut your leg off, of course. Y/N, I simple will call McCoy and ask him to get here, so that he can fix your leg immediately after I cut the stone. He said that’s how I should do it, plus it’s the only way you will keep your leg after we are done.”

“Could you… could you ask anyone but Doctor McCoy to come?” you ask quietly, and Kirk closes his communicator, quite interested in what you have to say.

“Now, what did Bones do? He wasn’t mean on purpose, you know. It’s just his personality,” you shake your head, and Kirk keeps guessing. “Afraid of him? Y/N, he is probably the sweetest person on the whole ship. No?” you shake our head again, feeling how the stone starts pressing more on the legs and stomach. “Y/N, if you don’t have a reason serious enough, I will call him immediately. I am only allowed to get up to three people on the planet, and Bones is probably the only one who can properly deal with everything that is wrong with you right now,” you stay quiet. “Oh, you couldn’t fall for him, could you?!” and you blush so hard, Kirk start laughing, so proud of his deduction skills. “You actually fell for Bones? That’s why all the complications?” you stay quiet, but still blushing. “Can I call the Sickbay now?”

“Anyone but McCoy,” you murmur, and Kirk waves his hand at you, amused by the romantic feelings that his friend could provoke in anyone. “Captain, please!”

“Mister Spock, we need medical assistance down here… No, I am fine… Yes, send the doctor as soon as possible,” Kirk closes the communicator and looks at you. “How did you manage?”

“Well, I am an extremely lucky person,” you grin.

“You bet you are,” McCoy enters the ‘cave’ and sighs at your ‘comfortable’ position. “Jim, you have to take care of your team, not murder them.”

“Holy shit,” you whisper and look at Kirk, trying to retell how much you hate him right now, but Jim simply shrugs his shoulders, as if saying ‘not my fault, I asked them to send a doctor.’

“I haven’t even started, Y/N, stay down and breathe deeply,” Bones kneels next to you and quickly checks your pulse and overall health. “Yeah, Jim, she is alright, just lift the stone, and I’ll take care of the bones.”

“What’s wrong with the bones?”

“Oh, they are simply crushed. If I do not block the flow of blood as soon as captain takes the weight off, the pieces may very well end up in very, very bad places,” McCoy sighs again. “How did you even manage?”

“She is an extremely lucky person,” Kirk answers for you and raises his phaser, ready to vanish the rock. “Ready?”

“Sure,” Bones takes your hand, allowing for you to grab his sleeve, squeezing it as hard as possible, as the weight disappears, and the painkillers magically stop working, almost murdering you with the pain. “Shh,” Bones quickly injects you with something, stroking your forehead with a free hand. “It’s ok. Let me take a look now,” he frees his hands and cuts your uniform to get access to the injury, then whistles, looking back at your face.

“That bad?” he nods quietly. “Fixable?”

“Yes,” he starts quickly covering the injury with some sticky glue, then quickly attaches a small blinking mechanism to your hips, which quickly expanded and locked your legs in the same position. “Do not move.”

“I was going to go for a run,” you murmur, and Bones grins, appreciating your attitude, then quickly strokes your forehead with his thumb.

“We have to get back on board,” Kirk interrupts you, and McCoy agrees, as they both carefully lift you and carry out of the cave.

“All I had to do to get two people carry me around is get hurt,” you joke. “If only I knew about it before the mission.”

“Three to beam up,” Kirk says loudly, as Bones makes you stand up next to him, so that he holds you with both hands in order for you not to fall down.

“On scale from one to ten, how much does it hurt?” he asks you quietly, trying to almost lift you of the ground, to reduce the weight on the legs.

“About six,” you murmur, your hands wrapped around his shoulders.

“That’s good… I mean, it’s bad that it hurts, but good that it’s not ten,” you laugh, and Bones flinches, as your breath tickles his neck. “Sorry.”

“That’s… That’s alright,” McCoy tightens his grip on your waist, as you get transported on the Enterprise, and a second later, the medical team helps you get down on the stretcher, and they rush to the Sickbay.

“Why the rush?”

“Because I gave you a very strong sedative, so you wouldn’t feel it even if I cut your legs off… Which is literally happening right now,” quickly answers Bones. “I also blocked the flow of blood, so that the bone pieces as well as the possible virus do not enter the intestines…”

“Sounds sweet,” you answer, already terrified of dying. Bones takes your hand and strokes your palm.

“Y/N. It will be fine. I am not letting you lose your legs. I am doctor, this is my job. Clear?” you nod quickly, as you get to the Sickbay, and the team helps you get on the bed, and McCoy is about to sedate you.

“Doctor,” you look him in the eye. “Will I be ok?”

“You will be great,” he answers calmly. “All you should do is trust me,” he covers your face with the mask and starts the countdown until you fall asleep. “I got your back.”

You woke up two days laters, you legs tied together and hanging in the air.

“Look who’s back,” McCoy takes a look at you and smiles. “How are we feeling?”

“Painfully alive,” you answer, as Bones takes the readings from the apparatus and smiles at you.

“Before you ask. You will walk again,” you smile happily.

“Thank you, doctor,” you pretend to try to kneel, and he giggles.

“I will need you to come in at least twice a week, so that I can clear you to get back on duty, but I did talk to captain about you. He agreed to let you stay off duty for a few weeks, so you will stay in Sickbay and help me,” you grin, trying not to show how happy you are to be there (and you also realize that Kirk probably is doing that solely because he knows about your crush).

“Doctor McCoy, if you want me to spend more time here, all you have to do is ask,” Bones smiles again, quickly pats you on the shoulder, then heads out of the room, mumbling something about the job.

“Get better there,” you rest your head on the pillow and sigh, realizing that the following few weeks will be hard. And painful. And full of your hopeless and bad flirting, hidden in sarcasm and endless blushing.

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Maybe a Mckirk friends with benefits au?

  • This wasn’t supposed to happen. This is the opposite of what friends should be doing. Leonard worries about it for minutes, thinking about quitting this - whatever it is - it has to stop before it really begins. But then Jim turn around, facing him, and he throws him a sleepy smile. “Hey,” he says softly, fingers running gently over Bones’ chest, “stop worrying.” “I’m not worrying,” Leonard replies, but Jim shakes his head. “I know you, I can tell apart those ‘grumpy, Jim’s pestering me’ shoulders, and ‘grumpy, Jim’s pestering me’ shoulders.” Bones huffs, though Jim grins. “See? I knew it,” he says, “what’s bothering you?” “We just had sex.” “Yes.” “Jim. We just… had sex.” “Yes,” Jim repeats. "Jim…“ “I heard you the first two times,” Jim says, “why does that make you worry?” “Because, relationships are messy, and we’re friends and-” “Wow, dude,” Jim says, sitting up straight, “who said anything about relationships? Can we just be friends who have great sex when either of us is dtf?” “Dtf?” Bones repeats, and Jim huffs. “Down to f-” “Got it,” Bones interrupts him, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Feelings get involved, and shit.” “C'mon, both of us don’t do relationships. We’re just two guys who enjoy a drink together every now and then, and then some great sex. That can’t be bad. What’s the worst that could happen?”
  • Jim is right, Leonard realizes a couple days later, just after he lets himself fall down on the mattress next to Jim. Jim turns around with a grunt, lying down on his back instead. “You have some pent up frustrations,” he laughs, breathlessly so, and he turns to look at Bones instead. “Listen, when you continuously avoid medbay when your checkups are due, I’m going to be a little frustrated.” “I’m not complaining,” Jim says, “Hell, if I knew I’d get this out of this, I would’ve skipped out of medical checkups a long time ago.” Leonard huffs, too, running his hand over Jim’s chest. “You always skip your medical sessions.”
  • York Town leaves little time for them to spend together, but it’s fine. Bones works in the medical department during the day, and Jim spends hours in meetings. They agree to meet up in their favorite bar, but instead, they end up just drinking in Bones’ quarters. Bones has a small balcony, and so they sit outside, drinking beers and watching people go about their own lives. “I have a lot of internal struggles,” Jim says, out of the blue after a few seconds of peaceful silence. The artificial sun is setting, coloring the sky all kinds of pastel colors that remind both of them of Earth. “How are you struggling internally?” Bones asks, “are you okay?” “I mean,” Jim starts thoughtfully, his hand reaching out to rest on Bones’ thigh, “you know that feeling when you’re conflicted, because on one hand they opened a great new burger bar and I really want a cheeseburger. On the other hand, though, I also want sex. So it’s like; do I want to do you, or do I want cheeseburgers?” “That’s your struggle?” Bones asks, frowning lightly. “You had me worried for a second!” “Take my struggles seriously!” Jim counters, and Bones grins. “Well,” he says, “the burger bar delivers. Think we can have a quickie before they get here?” At that suggestion, Jim gets up instantly. “Oh, I bet we can do more than one.”
  • For a long time, this actually works out quite well. They’re just them, the same Jim and Bones who enjoy watching sports games, drink in the bar while the Enterprise warps through deep space. They’re still the same Jim and Bones who bicker about pretty much everything. It’s just that this time, there’s also sex involved, and it’s pretty great. Jim sometimes texts Bones positions they can try out, along with his usual message spamming. Bones often tells him off, but occasionally comes with suggestions himself - all of which Jim is happy to try.
  • But then Bones finds himself a little too comfortable in Jim’s company. Jim starts sleeping over a lot more, and Bones does, too, when he’s over at Jim’s quarters. They move from casual sex and parting ways in the morning, to sex that’s more intense than casual fun and stress relief. Sometimes, it’s initial heavy make-out sessions and would-be sex, if they didn’t get too distracted talking deep into the night, about everything and nothing. And instead of splitting ways in the morning, they get dressed together in the bathroom. Or rather, Jim showers while Bones shaves, and the other way around. Bones has a couple uniforms in Jim’s wardrobe, an unspoken agreement that just kind of happened. They share breakfast together and only part ways when Jim heads to the bridge, and Bones heads to medbay.
  • “You’re worrying again,” Jim points out, late at night. “You should be asleep,” Bones says, and Jim huffs, moving an arm around Bones’ waist and he presses himself against Bones’ back. “So should you,” he says, “but you’re worrying.” Bones is quiet for a few seconds, thinking about just how much he enjoys being so close in Jim’s presence. “Look at us,” Bones says, gesturing at the two of them. “I much rather look at you,” Jim replies. Bones takes a deep breath, then turns to his back so he can look at Jim properly. “Listen to yourself,” he says, “this isn’t casual, Jim. We’re not casual.” Jim listens quietly, frowning lightly. “Hey,” he says, “you’re making a big deal out of nothing. Are you not having fun?” “Of course I’m having fun,” Bones says, “but I’d have more fun knowing my feelings are reciprocated.” "Reciprocated,” Jim repeats slowly, before cracking a smile, “Mr. Sensitive.” “Mr Sensitive?” Bones repeats, and he opens he mouth to protest that, but Jim leans in to kiss him instead. “I promise you,” Jim says quietly, his fingers brushing just over Bones’ cheek, “those feelings are reciprocated.”
The One, Part 6

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst.

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?

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Prompt: Congrats!! Can you do kirk one where your pavels twin and you come onto the enterprise to study a rock sample? Or something and kirk really takes a liking to you? Much pavel love, and bones sneaky comments? For Anon

Warnings: No……

Pairing: Kirk/Reader

A/N: I changed it to you beeing an older sister, just to make the age gap better. Also, I think this might get a part two!

Word Count: 2048

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A Bones x reader oneshot I wrote because of this - @outside-the-government I took one for the team

Warning: childbirth is messy - some curse words

Words: 2892 (whoops, my hand slipped)

„Well, let’s get going, Bones,“ Jim claps him on the back and darts past you towards the car, „Don’t want to get stuck in traffic on our way back.“

„Don’t say that!“ Bones snaps and helps you down the few steps, „I’m already anxious enough with you driving us back as it is.“

„Don’t snap at him,“ you tell your husband off, „He’s trying to be nice…“

He grumbles, but stays quiet and helps you into the car.

„Are you comfortable?“ He asks and drapes a blanket on your lap before checking that you have a bottle of water with you.

You show him the bottle with a smile. „Relax, Len. It’s just a baby, not a deathly disease. It’s going to be alright. I can already breathe a lot better than I did yesterday.“

He still looks concerned.

„That could be the stage of lightening. Let me check if the baby has moved.“

You stop him before he can pull out his own, very special first-aid-kit.

„It’s fine, Len. The baby is due in about a week. Not today, not tomorrow. Jim will drive safe, we will stop every hour so I can pee and in about five hours we will be back in the City.“

„I should have never let you persuade me to come and stay at this farm house in the first place,“ he complains and gets into the passenger seat.

Jim doesn’t even wait for him to put his seat belt on, just pushes down the gas pedal and speeds out of the driveway, spraying gravel into the forest.

„Dammit, Jim, are you trying to kill us?“

„Just making up for the time we lost because of your loitering.“

"She’s pregnant, you-”

“Relax!”, you interrupt your husband and put your hands on his shoulders, “Everything will be fine. Jim will behave from now on and before you try to pick another fight, do I have to remind you that it was you who wanted to get out of the city for our shore leave? How did you bribe us again?”

“Fresh air, good food, and beautiful nature,” Jim piped up and grinned back at you.

You rolled your eyes at him.

A five long hour drive is a very long time, especially if you have to sit in a car with Jim Kirk, the Captain that can never sit still and Doctor Leonard McCoy, the doctor who loves to complain.

The fact you were in the last stage of your pregnancy made things considerably harder to endure.

You had promised that you would only need toilet stops ever hour - just like on the drive to the little farm house two weeks ago - but your bladder and your baby didn’t want to hold onto that promise. After hour two passed you had to ask for the fifth stop and Jim wasn’t the only annoyed one in the car.

“Do you really have to pee that often?” He asks and leaves the highway.

“What else do you think I do in there?” You snap and wiggle around in your seat. The pressure in your bladder is almost unbearable now.

“I don’t know! Can’t you just take a bottle-”

“JIM!” Bones shouts, “I’m not letting my wife pee in a damn bottle!”

Jim growls in annoyance and halts in front of a small roadhouse.

“Take your time, M'lady,” he jokes almost bitterly and you flip him off before wobbling out of the car.

Being pregnant is hard. Beautiful, sometimes at least, but also hard.

The sickness in the first trimester, then the heart burns and the fact that none of the clothes ever fit - thank god for replicators - the kicking and the pressure on the bladder, diarrhea and the-

“Fuck!” You mumble and look down at your panties. There’s a bloody-brown tinted spot on the white fabric and everything makes sense.

The sensation of being able to breathe easier had been indeed a sign. The Baby had moved while you slept, its head dropped down into your pelvis in preparation for delivery. Which explained why you had to pee so often, it was pressing on your bladder even more than usual.

And now the bloody show - the little one was on her way.

“Come one,” you let your hands move over your belly in a soothing manner, “Don’t be impatient. If you wait a few more hours daddy will be more than happy to get you out of me, okay?”

“Have you decided on a name yet?” Jim asks when you get back in the car, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes.” “No,” You disagree with your husband and Jim smirks.

“Who’s honest now?”

“I am,” you say, leaning back in the seat, “I’m saying Penelope or Georgie, something that sounds like a southern Belle. And Len here wants weird names like Lora or Harper.”

“I like Penelope,” Jim smiles at you in the rearview mirror, “You can shorten it to Poppy.”

“A name is not supposed to be shortened,” Bones growls and you pat his shoulder.

“Whatever you say, Len, whatever you say.”

Hour three is coming to a close. You’ve stopped another three times because of your bladder, but Jim has kept quiet every time, while your husband throws you one worried glance after the other.

You could tell him what you’ve found out, but you’re a nurse and a woman who knows her body and you’ve decided that you can deal with this a bit longer if it means he’s going to stay calm during the drive.

And then the traffic slows down.

The highway is packed with cars who all drive into one direction.

First with a slow, but persistent speed, but then it drops to a nerve-wracking stop and go.

And then nothing.

“This can’t be happening,” Len mumbles, dread in his voice. He’s clutching the dashboard, his knuckles turning white, “This can’t be happening.”

You want to tell him to relax, that you will get out of this soon, but a cramp works its way through your body and you have to press your mouth shut to keep yourself from making a surprised noise.

It feels a tiny little bit like a strong hiccup but accompanied with all the other symptoms you’ve had throughout this day you know it’s a contraction.

Nothing to worry about, you tell yourself, as long as they are irregular and as long as my water hasn’t broken yet, I will be fine. Just a few more hours until we’re in the city.

“Are you okay?”

Jim’s voice snaps you out of the chaos in your head. You smile at him and move forward carefully, pushing your hands through Lens’ hair, calming him down.

“It’s just a traffic jam. Nothing big. It will clear soon.”

“I hope so,” he grumbles, “Do you want to get out and walk a bit? Your legs must be stiff.”

“No, I’m fine,” you decline quickly. The physical movement might stimulate the muscles and prepare for contractions and right now that’s the last thing you want.


“Yes. I’m just going to relax in my seat a bit. But if you want to, take a break, walk around the car for a bit. I’m gonna watch your back.”

You manage to wink at him and he smiles.

“You’re watching my back?” He jokes.

“Gross,” Jim complains, “You’re about to be parents. No sexy talk when the kids can hear you.”

“Oh, shut up,” you mumble and close your eyes for a moment.

You can hear the car door opening, Len groaning, the cracking of his joints when he stretches.

“Damn, you’re old,” Jim jokes from across the car.

“Shut up,” Len snaps and you smile.

Until another contraction hits.

You keep your eyes on the two men in front of the car while you breathe in and out, timing the contractions.

They are arguing, as far as you can tell with the doors closed and the windows up. You don’t hear a thing and you’re thankful for that.

“I’m sorry, Darling,” Len mumbles when he gets back into the car, “I’m afraid we will be here a bit longer.”

You can see that he tries to be calm for your sake.

“Looks like you will need to pee in a bottle after all,” Jim says and slips back into his seat.

“Dammit Jim,” Len grunts, “Where are your manners?”

“Back at the farm,” Jim quips, “I’m just being honest here, okay.”

You want to say something back at that, want to interrupt the fight that is going to start between them any moment now, but there is yet another contraction and a growing wetness between your legs.

“Fuck!” You say instead. “You don’t need to worry about peeing anymore, Jim.”

“What?!” He turns around to stare at you, “Don’t tell me you peed in the car.”

“I didn’t pee. The membranes of the amniotic sac ruptured.”

“WHAT?!” Len yells, while Jim just stares at you in confusion.

“Can you say that in English?”

“Her water broke, you absolute fool!”

“What?” Jim asks again and you groan out in anger.

“The baby,” you tell him, “It’s coming.”

“Now?!” Jim pales visibly, “It can’t come now! We’re stuck in a traffic jam in the middle of nowhere!”

“We know that!” You and Len yell at him in unison.

Another contraction hits you and you groan in pain.

Len’s in Doctor-mode immediately, jumping out of the car and pulling your door open.

“How bad are the contractions? How often do they come?”

“Every five to seven minutes. I’d give it a 3 to 4 on the pain scale.”

“That’s not that bad, is it?” Jim asks weakly and you glare at him.

“I can inflict the same pain on you if you want to know how bad it is,” you threaten him and he holds his hands up in defeat.

“I’m going to… uh… call the others. See if they know anything.”

“Right!” Len gnarls at him, “Make yourself useful for once!”

Half an hour later Jim returns.

You’re a mess, a sweating, groaning mess on the backseat, crying out in pain whenever a contraction hits, clutching on the anything that can give you at least a little support.

“I’ve got bad news,” he greets, “Cause of the traffic jam is an accident.  They reckon that up to twenty people are injured and there’s been some serious damage. They’re redirecting traffic, but there only some smaller routes open and they estimate that we will have to wait at least two hours before we can get off the highway at least.”

“Two hours?” Len snaps, “Two frickin’ hours? This is a car! On a highway! And my wife is going into labor! I can’t deliver a baby in the middle of a frickin’ highway! Do you know how dirty this is? The risk of infection? Do you?! We need to get her to a hospital immediately!”

“I tried!” Jim yells out, “But they’re still treating the injured up north! There’s no one available for at least an hour! You’re a doctor!”

“I’m a-” Len sighs in exasperation and returns to your side, cooling your head with a wet wipe.

“Everything will be okay,” you tell him with a weak smile, “’s not gonna be the first baby that’s born in a car and it’s probably not going to be the last.”

“You’re not supposed to calm me down,” Len mutters bitterly and you start to laugh but it catches in your throat when another contraction hits.

“Jim!” You yell out when it passes, “Where’s Scotty?”

He looks at you like you’ve gone mad. Maybe you have.


“Where’s Scotty? He and Chekov stayed in a house near ours, right? They might be close. Get him on the phone with Len.”

“Darling, he’s an engineer, not a doctor,” Len reminds you and you snort.

“I know that, but firstly I’d like him around, secondly he might have tools with him that we can use and thirdly could he stay with us while Chekov and Jim walk to the next roadhouse to get us some water and towels.”

“How can you stay calm in this?” Len asks in exasperation, “I’m the doctor, I’m supposed to be the calm one.”

“Well, I’m your wife, I’m supposed to be balancing you out.”

“You stay here,” Len tells Jim when he gets out of the car, “You time the contractions, you hold her hand and you keep an eye on her cervix. Don’t let her push until it’s properly dilated.”

“What?” Jim asks with a high voice.

“Don’t listen to him,’” You tell him, “I’m not letting you look at my cervix anyway.”

“What the hell is a cervix?” Jim grumbles and slips into the car, crouching into the small space between the backseat and the front seat.

“Do you really want to- agh”, you stop, gnarl and push down on his hand until you can hear him curse and feel the pain subside, “Know?”

You don’t know how long it takes Scotty to pack his things and get to you. You’ve lost track of time as the contractions have been getting more painful and Len’s looks have been getting more worried.

But then he’s here and you’re so glad to see his friendly face that it doesn’t matter how much you’re hurting and how gross childbirth is.

“Aye, lass, I heard ya need me?”

Scotty slips into the front seat and holds out a little juice box for you, puts the straw carefully between your lips.

You take one delicious sip of the juice.

“Is that grape juice?” You ask, taking another eager sip.

A smiling face framed by curly hair pushes past the passenger seat.

“It is your favorite, right?” Pavel asks and holds up a plastic bag filled with water bottles, paper towels, and more juice boxes.

“You’re a literal angel,” you mumble, “Both of you.”

“Well thank you,” Jim mumbles from the floor, “It’s not like I’ve been sitting here for the past hour, letting you crush my hand.”

“Get out of there,” Len orders before you can say something, “Sanitize your hands and help me. Darling, it’s time for you to push.”

“I don’t think I have it in me,” you murmur weakly.

“Yes you do,” Len’s voice is thick with worry and laced with determination, “Listen to me, darling, we’ve got so far already, you’re not giving up now. You’re supposed to balance me out, right?”

“Oh fuck you,” you tell him, “The next time you bear the child and then we talk about this again.”

Scotty chuckles next to you and a warm hand slip into yours, the pressure comforting.

“We can do zat together,” Pavel tells you.

“So far every child has come out,” Scotty assures you, “All you have to do is help it a little. Have you decided on the name yet?”

“No,” says Len while you say “Yes.”

“It’s going to be a Poppy,” Jim intervenes and steps next to his friend.

“What do I have to do?”

Delivering a child in the middle of a traffic jam is something that attracts people.

Not that you have the time to worry about that. Or the energy.

But you notice Pavel slipping out of the car more than once and when he comes back he mumbles about nosy people under his breath.

And then there’s Jim’s voice, loud and clear and horrified, cutting through the pain and the dullness of your mind.

“Fuck! What is that?!”

“That’s the head, you moron!” Len snaps, squeezing your knee in reassurance, “You’re doing fine, darling.”

You try to look at him, but Jim catches your attention instead, his face ghostly pale, his eyes rolling backward in a way that makes you sick. And then he faints, just like a lady in the good old times.

“Seriously?” Len says and looks down at his friend, before focusing again, “Chekov, out of the car, check if the idiot hurt himself and then help me. We need to deliver a baby before we can help the baby that is the Captain.”

You’ve lost track of time.

You’ve lost track of up and down, can’t tell if there’s someone touching you or if you’re imagining it instead.

And then there’s a loud cry, Scotty mumbles something into your ear and a warm and heavy and wriggling body is put into the embrace of your arms.

“Congratulations,” Len says with a thick voice, “You’ve done it, Darling. And she does look like a Penelope.”

You look down at the little girl that’s wailing in your arms. She’s a wrinkly red-faced mess with a surprisingly loud voice.

“Impatient and stubborn like her dad,” you mumble and touch the curled up lip with your finger tips, “Couldn’t have waited another day.”

“Well at least she’s got your looks,” Jim jokes weakly from his place on the floor next to the car and sends you a soft smile.

“We will see about that,” you say and look around at all the smiling faces of your friends. A tear escapes Len’s eye and you reach out your hand to gently wipe it away.

“Now, now,” You say, “Don’t get all emotional on me here. We have to balance each other out, right?”

he clears his throat with a smile. “Right.”

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Mrs Kirk {Part 6}

Originally posted by acciowintershield

Fandom: Star Trek

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader  (She/Her identifying)

Warning: N/A

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/request: You and Jim get married. Accidentally. On a new federation planet. Without knowing about it. Turns out its legally binding. Fuck.

Part 1 X, Part 2 X, Part 3 X, Part 4 X, Part 5 X, Part 7 X

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“Tightrope Walking” - Part 5

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Bruce Wayne x Reader - Romantic Relationship

Jim Gordon x Reader - Father/Daughter Relationship

Jerome Valeska x Reader - Past Friendship

Word Count: 1576

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Violence, cursing (the usual),

Summary: Bruce and Jim’s reactions to Jerome’s message. Sort of Jim’s P.O.V.

Author’s Note: I decided to add this part for two reasons. 1) It is a bit different from how I normally write 2) I wanted to add more to the story. To show the parts that don’t directly involve the reader but still happen. I hope I did this part justice. I wanted to play around, but I’m more than willing to hear feedback for you all!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


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Alfred had called Jim while you and Bruce got ready for the day. He told Jim that Bruce had a meeting with the company today and that they would be dropping you off at the GCPD within the hour. He was more than prepared for you to come.

Jim knew that you were always willing to help around the station, and they needed all the help they could get. That being said, he didn’t really let you out of his sight for too long. He was on alert along with a few of the other cops that he trusted. They didn’t know the whole situation, but they understood that if one of their own needed protection, they would deliver no questions asked.


Bruce came into the station with you on his arm, and Jim couldn’t help but smile. He really approved of your relationship. He knew Bruce, and he knew how good of a match he was for you. He and Bruce had also had a talk about what would happen if Bruce stepped out of line in any way. But Jim doubted that that would ever happen.

You and Jim worked on files for a majority of the day. He would fill out papers and put them in files, when he had a decent pile of them, you would run them to the necessary officers. He didn’t want to do much field work with you here. He trusted some of his buddies at the station, but he felt better being able to protect you himself as opposed to one of them taking that responsibility. While waiting for him to write, you would just sit there with your sketchbook and try to find inspiration to draw.


Jim got a phone call and you finally found an idea. Your favorite flower. Super simple but enough of a challenge for you since you hadn’t drawn in a while.

You had just begun to draw the base of it when Jim tapped your shoulder. There was a robbery on the other side of town that needed backup. He really didn’t need to tell you to stay safe, but he did anyways. A bit of a fatherly moment for Jim.

The robbery was handled well once backup came. It only took about an hour. It seemed too easily dealt with. Jim began thinking of possible scenarios in his head. He was interrogating one of the felons that they had managed to restrain. He was dressed in a crazy outfit with face paint all over him, making him look like a clown. No doubt a follower of Jerome.

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omg since you reblogged the gif-set i just realised how much i need another part of the Almost Human McKirk AU so if you want to, please do it, it's just simply perfect and i love it


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  • Living with J.I.M. (or just Jim) isn’t even so bad. Initially, Bones insisted Jim charged himself in his own private room, but after a while of them getting increasingly more intimate at home, Bones one day just moves Jim’s charging station to the bedroom. When Jim finds out, he scans Bones’ face curiously, but he’s all too happy to reward his detective boyfriend for that afterwards.
  • They’re on a case, back with another murder occurring around androids in the sex industry. They find out it’s because some underground clan started combining human DNA with these sex ‘bots, and it makes them go a bit loopy. Murdering and manipulated loopy. After they catch the culprit, the android in question, unaware as she is, has to be shut down. Bones catches Jim’s glance at that, reaching out to rest a hand on his shoulder. “You okay?” he asks. Jim doesn’t immediately respond. He looks at Bones, slowly nodding. “I would like to be there, when she’s shut down. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” Jim replies.
  • Bones watches Jim quietly talk to the girl - who has absolutely no idea what’s happening to her or why she’s being shut down. “I promise I’ll remember you,” Jim says softly to her, and then he watches the engineer shut her down. Jim seems quite upset over the whole ordeal, and he doesn’t want to go out for a drink. So instead, they sit at home. Jim quietly sits next to Bones on the couch. “Do you want to talk about it?” Bones asks. “I just… what if something happens to me, and you’re gonna have to shut me down?” “That’s not gonna happen,” Bones says. “But what if-” “It’s not gonna happen,” Bones replies firmly. Jim turns to look at him with both fondness and interest in his eyes. “You care about me,” he says, and Bones huffs, resting his hand on Jim’s leg and squeezing it softly. “We all make mistakes.”
  • Having lost a leg in an accident, Bones’ synthetic leg doesn’t often calibrate right. When it doesn’t, it causes an annoying dull ache that just kind of stays, and his leg doesn’t always functions so well. For some reason, Bones is also an annoying shit enough so that he never actually fixes it. And so at night, Jim has to listen to Bones grunting under his breath, squeezing the skin of his leg just above his synthetic. It takes a long time before he feels comfortable enough to walk around in just shorts, showing off his synthetic leg. It takes even longer for Bones to be comfortable enough to take it off and let it re-calibrate. It drives Jim nuts, because he’s an android himself, why would he even care about a synthetic leg? “C’m here,” Jim says, after listening to Bones try and stifle his own discomfort. Not just that, the synthetic occasionally beeps and says a: “Calibration Incomplete”. “No,” Bones says, “I’m fine.” “Come. Here,” Jim repeats through gritted teeth, grabbing Bones by his shirt and pulling him in closer, both his hands on both sides of Bones’ leg. “You don’t have to-” “Ssh,” Jim hushes him quiet, “you’re driving me insane.” His fingers dip into Bones’ skin, massaging the sore skin. “You gotta look after yourself, Bones,” Jim says, continuing softly, “your leg needs care, and needs to be charged frequently in order for it to calibrate properly. He explains it for a little while, but when he looks up, Bones has fallen asleep.
  • Things take a turn for the worse quite suddenly. Bones is in the supermarket to buy food, and mostly to stock up on liquor. Jim is tagging along despite not eating things, because he likes to interact with people, and correct Bones’ unhealthy eating (and drinking) habits. “I’m thinking fries and ribs,” Bones says, and Jim frowns. He doesn’t reply, and Bones mostly ignores it. “D'you want to swing by Spock later? We can see if he has updated charging stations,” Bones suggests, grabbing a small box of coleslaw for good measure. As soon as he turns back to Jim, though, the other looks different. Blue eyes a little darker, and his expression mostly just blank. “Jim?” Bones asks, stunned when the other reaches out for Bones’ throat and throws him backwards against the shelves. “Jim–?!” he asks, but then Jim punches him again. And again. And again. Until finally, Bones reaches out with his good leg, kicking Jim backwards.
  • “Spock, I need a little help here!” Bones shouts into his phone. “What’s the problem?” Spock asks. “I don’t know- Jim’s malfunctioning,” Bones says, shielding away from Jim trying to attack him or other grocery shoppers. “His system’s been rewritten,” Spock says after a few seconds of silence and Bones hears nothing but the typing on his computer. “Okay, so what do we do?” “Turn him off.” “Okay.” “Permanently.” “What? Spock, no,” Bones says. “Leonard, someone’s accessed his data and is rewriting it as we speak.” “Then stop them,” Bones hisses, “you’re not going to shut down Jim permanently.” “I have to follow protocol,” Spock replies, then he’s silent for a few seconds, “but if you can knock him out, I’ll see what I can do for you to postpone shutting him down.”
  • Bones does manages. Barely so, and with significant damage done to the grocery store. Jim has a temporary off-switch, like all models, though it’s hard to find and even harder to switch. Bones has to keep Jim trapped to the ground so he can find it. And when he does, and Jim powers down, Bones feels horrible. Not just because of the probable concussion from being hit in the head multiple times, or the possible broken nose, but because he watches the light go out in the eyes of his best friend. It sucks. “C’m here, buddy,” he says, pulling the lifeless body up in his arms, “I’m gonna fix this.”
  • He watches Spock try for a few days. But every time he turns Jim on, the other seems to be more violent and less responsive to commands. Bones, however, refuses to let him power him down permanently. “Tell me what I can do,” Bones says, “is there another body we can transfer him to? There’s multiple J.I.M.s stored away.” “It’s not the body, it’s the CPU,” Spock says, “if we transfer that, the problem will just happen again but in another body. If we don’t transfer it, you’ll be with a different J.I.M., who has no memories of you, whose synthetic soul might react to things differently. It’s a whole different person, just in the same body.” “Then tell me what I can do,” Bones insists. “I… I guess, if we could track down his maker,” Spock says, running a hand through his hair, “but the one who created these Synthetic Souls, he’s been underground for a long time.” “I’ll find him,” Bones says, grabbing his jacket so that he can get to work immediately. “Leonard,” Spock says, “you and I both know these androids are second class citizens, and they’ll always be treated as such. Loving one, even someone as real as Jim, it’s never going to be accepted. These things are against the law.” Bones narrows his eyes a little, but doesn’t say anything. “All I’m trying to say,” Spock says, “is be careful. Not with falling for an android, but with having other people - the wrong people - find out about that.”
  • Tracking down his maker takes long. Too long, Bones thinks, and every day he’s worried Jim’s not going to wake up the same again. But Bones finds him. Christopher Pike; a retired robotics engineer and inventor, who has distanced himself to be almost completely off grid. The only reason Bones finds him is because he runs into Uhura; another android, but one who feels oddly similar to Jim in behavior. It doesn’t take him long to figure out that a synthetic soul is behind that, and so he tracks her down until she leads him straight to the older man. “Pike,” Bones says once he finds the other in his own backyard, “I need your help.” “Haven’t heard that name in a while,” Pike replies. “One of the androids at the precinct has been hacked. We suspect his synthetic soul-” Pike huffs at that. “Those bland MX androids don’t have synthetic souls, boy. They’re sheep. Just following orders.” “I’m talking about J.I.M.,” Bones replies, slowly sinking down in a garden chair next to Pike. “Jim,” Pike repeats slowly, “they were all turned off.” “We turned one back on,” Bones says, “he’s a police officer now. No longer a tool for the sex- and espionage industry. He saved a lot of lives.” “I always told them Jim was designed for more than just pleasure,” Pike says. “Can you help him?” Bones presses gently. “J.I.M.s were turned off for a reason, son,” Pike replies, “their synthetic souls… flawed. Couldn’t handle consciousness, love, and devotion. Turned most of them mad, and vulnerable to those wanting to take advantage. It’s probably best if he stays turned off.” “Please,” Bones says, “I tracked you down because you’re the only chance he’s got. He’s my best friend.”
  • Pike works tirelessly on rebooting Jim. Bones stays by his side all that time, assisting where necessary. So does Spock, and Uhura helps, too. The two of them seem to take an odd liking for each other. Finally, the next time Jim opens his eyes, they look normal. He stares up at the ceiling, mildly confused and taking his time to register his location. “What are we doing in Spock’s lab?” he asks, slowly sitting up straight, “I thought we were going for fries and ribs?” He’s silenced by Bones, who pulls him into a breathtaking hug - one that would’ve been painful if Jim was actually alive and breathing. “Hey, what happened?” Jim asks, gently patting Bones’ shoulder. “Does he not remember anything?” Bones asks when he pulls away. Pike shakes his head. “Had to erase it all. You know, to leave no corrupt data behind.” “Who’s this?” Jim asks. “Jim, this is Pike,” Bones says, “your maker.”
  • Jim watches Bones and Spock, both talking to Uhura while enjoying a steaming cup of coffee. They’ve given Jim some distance to talk to Pike, though Jim can’t help but sense Bones’ glances towards him a lot. “Thank you,” Jim says, after having been made aware of the situation, “I appreciate you helping me.” “Don’t worry about it,” Pike says, “how are you feeling, kid?” “Fine,” Jim says, “but I’ve been wondering-” “If it’s all real?” Pike asks, “that annoying sense of right and wrong, doubt and hesitation, maybe love for others?” “Yes,” Jim says, a bit stunned. “That’s why we call it a soul, Jim,” Pike replies, “everything you’re feeling, no matter how frustrating or confusing it may seem. It’s you. I created it, but it’s not me who decides which path you take, who you choose to be with, or what your opinion is about things. Everything you feel, it’s all you.”
  • Coming home feels odd. Like Jim hasn’t been away at all, though the place looks like he has been. Bones’ apartment is a mess of takeout food, research papers, clothes, and empty beer bottles. “You really let yourself go while I was out, huh?” Jim asks, taking off his jacket. Bones shrugs. “I was busy,” he replies. “With what?” “Saving you,” Bones says. “Thought you’d be glad to be rid of me,” Jim says, tossing a few empty beer bottles away, but really, cleaning can wait. So when Bones sits down on the couch, Jim brings him a cold beer, and he sits down next to him. “Maybe the first few days,” Bones admits with a small grin, though Jim knows he’s joking. “Thank you,” Jim says, after a small pause. “For what?” “Not letting them shut me down,” Jim replies. Bones’ arm moves around Jim’s shoulder, and Jim’s more than willing to lean in close. His hands move to Bones’ leg, which probably needs a lot of attention after being neglected while the man was busy trying to save him. “We all make mistakes,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. I love you, is on Jim’s mind, and he considers saying it. But when he looks up at the human, and he leans in to kiss him, Jim’s pretty sure Bones already knows.
TBBT: The Gyroscopic Collapse (10x23)

If you haven’t watched, SPOILERS ahead!!!

Omg!!! 😲😲😲 Mayor episode for Shamy lovers here and a wonderful episode all around. It has lingered in my mind ALL day and threw me into total fangirl mode! 🚑 In my top 3 now, for sure!!! Some random thoughts will follow but mostly in-depth discussion of Pasadena's favorite power couple. Be forewarned, it will probably be like Sheldon’s list of Comic-Con guests. 😂 I will start with a short summary and then dive into it. If you just want the Shamy goodness, jump to 4.

1. Celebration around the kitchen island in 4A:

The episode starts with the gang all reunited in good spirits. Happiness was bubbling out as the guy’s boasted of their accomplishments, except for left out Raj. I couldn’t help feeling nostalgic at the view seeing that our favorite cast is close to being off the air during their usual summer hiatus and knowing there is one episode left this season. 😢 And while I’m looking forward to the next episode, I’m also drafting the hiatus. Also, I felt a bit sad that Raj can’t celebrate any accomplishment lately. I’ve said it before and will say it again, they need to do some justice to this character. Crossing fingers for the next 2 seasons for Raj. 

2. Next scenes:

While the girls spend time with Raj, the guys head to work. They are met with the disillusion that their project has been taken away from them after all the hard work. (That really does suck 😠). Seeing the guys return with their spirits deflated after having been so happy moments ago was crushing. Nothing ever goes quite right for our guys. 

In the meantime, we have learned that Raj is moving out and Amy has been offered the internship in Princeton. The guys return to share their bummer and after hearing Sheldon say he feels betrayed, Amy understandably clams up her news about the internship. (Her face throughout this whole scene says she was struggling with how to share this with Sheldon.) I am so glad for once no one let the secret out before she was ready to talk to Sheldon one on one.  

Raj’s news is shared and we learn that he will be moving into Bert’s garage. Not sure how I feel about this. Don’t get me wrong, I like Bert. But we have seen him various times in season 10 and in the meantime, I’m missing more action with Stuart and would love to see some of our other favorites guests. Where the hell are Wil and Kripke for example? I don’t know, mixed feeling. It could bring comedic value but I don’t think it will do much to develop Raj’s character more.

BONUS: Leonard’s line after entering the wrong apartment: She might disappear but she’s definitely not cleaning. LMAO!!!

3. Howardette, clingy and adorable:

Howie vents to his wife who tried to console him with Neil Diamond. He refuses thinking it will get Bernie “sexed up”. 😂 Bernadette's face reads more like “yeah, right”. The rest of the episode we get clingy Howard who wants to snuggle his wife to death and a Bernadette that cringes to his every effort.

It’s funny but oh-so-cute! 😍 I love all the shows couples and enjoy when the writers explore these real dynamics in a realistic but positive way because I believe that conflict can also be growth opportunities. (Which is why I’ve had too many issues to discuss here with the way they are writing Lenny this season. I’m surprised (and grateful) they didn’t have them argue this episode again.

Bernie decides to have an honest conversation with her hubby about it and discovers in the process that she is more similar to her husband than she initially thought and has dealt thru similar circumstances in not the healthiest ways either. 😒 Funny how in relationships we are quick to notice when our partner is somehow walking a slippery slope but can’t see it in ourselves.

BONUS: Bernadette shares with the girls how Howard wanted to get a mammogram at the same time as her like if it was a couple’s massage. Lol. Really creepy but so damn hilarious. 😂😂😂

4. The cat is out of the bag:

Amy’s making Sheldon breakfast in their apartment. Sheldon is still visibly down regarding the quantum gyroscope. She doesn’t have the heart to break the news to him although she certainly was preparing everything to have that conversation. 

Mayim’s acting out of this scene is as real as it can get. While the script kept it light it also needed to portray her struggle. She managed both effectively with her facial expressions, her voice and her timing which were all perfect. 

Sheldon is able to appreciate Amy’s care in her gesture of not only making him oatmeal but making his favorite kind, plain. There is significance there. Plain because he feels comfort in familiarity. She is his secure “spot”. Keep this in mind with what’s about to develop. He’s hit with the realization of just how important she is to his life. Now, we the fandom knew this. But this was, I feel, an a-ha moment for Sheldon where he compliments her with these 4 lines:

You are so kind. (She’s the sweetest cinnamon roll to pure for this world)
I don’t know how I ever got by without you. (She’s the dryer sheets of his heart)
I’ve come to realize, I’m completely dependent on you. (Awww, he needs her)
To wake up every morning and know you are there is a great comfort to me. (She’s his oatmeal)

How do you do it? (I feel he meant all of the above and not just the oatmeal.)

Those are some heavy love declarations!!! Write that on a postcard and you have the most romantic letter ever. 😉 Each of these lines is delivered with raw honesty by Jim. They are subtle, intentional and sweet. By now I’m not only watching this to be entertained, my feels begin to act out and I’m praying this won’t turn into another cruel Molaro joke because Amy has deserved this for a long time. Poor girl is trying to comfort Sheldon and humbly downplays each compliment, afraid of his reaction and knowing this will be hard for him. 

Amy could’ve gotten away with this if it had been the Sheldon of years ago. But this Sheldon is in love with Amy. 😏 And he still can’t read social clues well with other people but with Amy is different. He knows something is off as soon as she doesn’t show enthusiasm for their own experiment.

Has something changed? Is there something you are not telling?

And she finally breaks the news after a perfectly timed pause.

And now it’s him with a perfectly timed pause. His face, omg!!! 😢

You could read it all in 2 seconds and my heart broke for him. 💔 Thank goodness for good writing, I cried but giggled in the same breath.

BONUS: “You have to go. This is important… So are you….” 🚑🚑🚑

5. Sheldon has the Blues (in an apartment as empty as his heart):

Raj and Leonard find a harmonica playing Sheldon with the blues because “my baby done left me”. BTW, love that Texan cowboy accent anytime. 🔥 Hoo! The guys are sweet and try to help until Raj accidentally suggests Sheldon can go back to his old room leading to a hilarious moment. Leonard asked to speak to him in the hallway and slammed the door in his face, LMAO!!! 😂😂😂 Mean but effective.

I really appreciated in this scene Leonard and Sheldon sitting on the floor and having a “man to man” talk. We get to remember that in spite of their differences, these 2 really bond and love each other like true brothers. 😊 Leonard was compassionate and showed concern. Sheldon was so sad! Still being Sheldon, he took Leonard to mean he needed to trick Amy into staying though. 😆 So glad he didn’t go that route.

6.  Loving and Supportive Boyfriend:

Sheldon enters the apartment with a good quality luggage presenting it as a peace offering of sorts. 

We all know he hates gift giving which made my heart flutter thinking he left the empty apartment with harmonica in his pocket, went to a store and told an employee how his girlfriend had to leave and he wanted the best luggage they had for her.This is exactly what happened - That’s why he said the salesman at the store had told him the luggage could survive a crash. 

Then he carried down the street with all eyes on him and up the stairs thinking every step of the way of what he would say to be supportive and how much he wanted to make love to her because he would miss her. 😢😢😢 Let THAT sink in. 😭😭😭 

He opens by explaining to Amy Leonard had pointed out how he wasn’t always loving and supportive. (Take you own advice, Leonard. Sheldon has come a long way.) He then lets her know “It’s a wonderful opportunity and you need to take it”. He knows this is important for her and unselfishly decides to let her go freely, earning him a sincere kiss from Amy which he gently returned stroking her arms. tears, tears, tears…..

What followed was the moment the fandom has been waiting for… Sheldon wants to make love to her and IT’S NOT HER BIRTHDAY. Coitus just because he wants to be intimate and wants to please her and be pleasured. He needs her and wants to, using his words, “make love”! Can you hear that??? The sound of fangirls yelling simultaneously near a heart attack! 🚑🚑🚑 HE FREAKING LED HER TO THE BEDROOM!!! 😲 BY THE HAND!!! 😲 INSERT OVARIES EXPLODING HERE… 💣💣💣💥💥💥 

If that wasn’t enough, their frenzied lovemaking turned out to be a moment we all wanted. Loud enough for Raj, Lenny and us to hear. It may be weird but I so wanted that because we are all Penny. By what we heard, they were having fun and getting freaky! (Btw, the naughty vixen totally rode that cowboy! 😉 Sorry. 🙊🙈🙉) 

BONUS: I’m just warning you, if you find yourself 3000 miles away craving a hit of this, I can’t Skype it to you. 😂😂😂 

7. It’s so hard to say goodbye: 

Sweet Shelley, being the southern gentleman he is, walks Amy down the stairs. He takes that opportunity to go over what he needs from her to make this separation more bearable. He wants her to: 

  • Text when she’s at the airport 
  • Text when she’s at the gate 
  • Text if she find GOT actors
  • Skype when she gets there Skype every morning
  • Remember he’s proud of her and supports her
  •  And of course, if she runs into another version of him but with Thor hair… step away and call him asap 

What he’s really saying is you haven’t left yet and I already miss you. 😍

In summary, a perfect episode with funny moments, great cast interactions, some sarcastic zingers we love, but also lots of character development and some fluffy scenes. I’m also so happy it was finally about Amy and in a good way. Thank you writers! 👐 

Plus, being the Sheldon lover I am, gym parsons body will kill me. His butt when he walks aways from Amy at breakfast, his arms and chest when he is kissing her, his hands caressing her arms and back, and of course, his sexy face and eyes when he says “or, we can fold them”!!! Hot Damn, he is fine AF!!!

Things for the writers to think about going forward are: how will Raj do with his upcoming living arrangement and will they finally address the development of his character? Will Lenny continue in a good place? How will Shamy do with the long distance thing? Will this be another revelation for Sheldon once he misses her enough or will this be another disaster waiting to happen - (I think they can get through this)? What will happen with the guys’ project? What will Howard do now that his money making idea is no longer his thing? Aaaaand, where the hell is Stuart, lol? 

DM if you need me and please, no spoilers in the comments of this review. A very special thanks to my lovely friend @platypus-quacks-too for some of the gifs. Timing wasn’t on our side for our usual collab but I’m grateful for the talented @tbbt-faves - whom I’m collaborating with for the first time and allowed me to use her gifs in this review. I have been a fan and follower and I’m thankful for her work and to have her blessing in using most of the gifs in this review. Go follow these talented people.

Bye fandom!! I will once again go into hiding/ninja mode until the finale. Read you all after that. Love you all!! 

Dream Come True

Pairing: Jim x Reader 

Word Count: 1101 

 Warnings: none 

A/N:  “One of us thinks this is a date but the other thinks it’s an informal job interview” with Kirk requested by anon for my 300 Follower AU Celebration! I had fun with this one, so hopefully you guys do too! :D Also there’s pics at the end of the dress and suit style I had in mind if anyone’s curious.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you said as your roommate zipped up the back of your floor length dress.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. if he doesn’t give you the job, I guarantee he’ll give you his number.”

“I don’t want his number. I want the job.”

“Oh please, like you’d really say no to sleeping with the infamous Jim Kirk.” You glared at your roommate in the mirror before sighing, defeated.

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Part 3

Summary:  Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.

Word Count:  1,557

Author’s Note:  Here’s Part 3! Please enjoy and, if you’re feeling generous, please continue to leave feedback, it’s really helping!

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The threat of hyperventilation bubbled in your chest until you got back to your temporary quarters and securely locked the door. Pressing your back against the steel, you slid to the floor and cupped your head in your hands and took a shuddering breath. Five years, gone.

These people… they showed you so much kindness, concern, but you didn’t know a single face aside from Kirk and Spock and only then because their faces were plastered all over the Enterprise propaganda when you enlisted.

And Scotty… Uhura was right. You’d never seen a grown man cry like that. All you wanted to do was promise him it would all be okay, but what would those words do coming from the mouth of his own wife? And then, you weren’t sure you could make it sound convincing in your state, when every touch made you want to recoil, to protect yourself from this stranger. Guilt tore at your stomach. He didn’t seem like that kind of man, but you couldn’t keep the thoughts from forming.

When you looked at him, you saw nothing. He was a perfectly average looking man, or at least you assumed he’d be if you saw him without red-stained eyes. You didn’t take a close enough look over dinner; you wished you had. His face, his voice, his home meant nothing to you. Like you’d just met for the first time.

What now? you mused.

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“Jim,” McCoy whispers.

Kirk rolls over, fits himself into the sharp curves of McCoy’s own body, digs deeper into the covers. McCoy can’t help himself, leans down, kisses Kirk’s temple, lingers on how Kirk’s eyelashes flutter golden against his cheek, casts shadows on Kirk’s freckles.

“Jimmy, you’ve gotta get up,” McCoy doesn’t try very hard, honestly. Too mesmerized with the way Kirk looks so comfortable, relaxed. Stripped bare of tension and fear. 

McCoy finds he likes the look of Jimmy, domestic, much more than he does, James T. KIrk, commanding officer.

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