#jimkirkfluff

[kaitymccoy123]

Motivation Ficlets - Jim Kirk

Intro: So I wrote this little (yet probably not so little - I haven’t checked the word count yet) ficlet for @gryffindor9whovian who needed a little motivation and a Jim Kirk fluff fic, and I decided to make it into a little crew series thing.  

I know it is exam time for a lot of people, so I wanted to write some little pick-me-up fics to, well be a pick-me-up for these stressful times!  I am going to call these the Motivation Ficlets and do one for as many of the bridge crew as I can, starting with Jim, Bones and Spock, and probably adding a few more. 

Just little drabbles/ficlets to make you smile and give me something to do other than stats (UGH).  

Word Count: 993 (not as bad as I thought lol)

Pairing: Jim x reader

-Enjoy!-

“Ugh.” Was the first thing you said to Jim who who sat at the desk, his head bent over his work, and he lifted his head to give you the side-eye as you stalked into the room. 

“Hello to you too.” He called. 

“UGH.” You groaned again and threw yourself onto the bed, stuffing your face into the comforter, laying flat on your stomach. 

“Bad day?” Jim asked, and you heard the chair scrape back against the floor. 

You only mumbled incoherently against the comforter in response.  A hand smoothed along your back and the bed tipped as Jim’s weight was added. 

“I am dropping out of school and becoming a full-time goat herder who lives happily among their hundreds of goats and never has to study again, forever.” You spoke into the bed, your words muffled by the blanket. 

“I assume the test didn’t go well, than?”

You shook your head, rubbing your nose in the bed, tears perched on your eyes. 

“If you become a goat herder, am I allowed to visit?” Jim asked, his fingers trailing up around your neck, curling in your hair gently. 

“Nope.  I am going to be a recluse and you are going to be a captain.   You won’t deal with the likes of me, but that’s alright, I will have my goats to keep me company.” You explained. 

Jim hummed in response and continued to stroke your back, fingers playing near your waist, making you twitch because it tickled, and you suddenly tensed as you weren’t a stranger to his tickle attacks. 

“James Tiberius Kirk if you tickle me I swear to god I will cut your fingers off.” You threatened, your grimace hidden in the soft blanket.

Jim laughed above you, “You’re mean.”

You hummed in response and played with the comforter between your fingers in silence for a moment before you felt Jim move beside you.  You barely had time to process it before you felt his entire body press against your back, pinning you to the bed. He was lying on top of you. 

You groaned against the sudden weight and laughed as his face ended up near the back of your ear.  He wasn’t putting his whole weight on you, keeping it dispersed on his hands and feet a little, but it still made it a little hard to breathe. 

“Hey.” He whispered into the skin behind your ear. 

“You’re heavy.” You wheezed with a chuckle. 

“Good.” He blew into your ear, but you felt him pull off you a little. 

“Is there a reason that you are lying on top of me?”

“Let’s go do something.” Jim suggested, pressing kisses into you hair. 

“No, just let me stay here and wallow in my failure.” You were feeling defeated now, even though his nose nudging through your hair sent tingles down your spine. 

“You are not a failure.” Jim murmured, “And your hair smells so good.”

“Would you love me if I was a goat herder?” You asked. 

“Of course.  And I think you would look really good in overalls and a straw hat.”

You huffed a laugh and rubbed your face into the comforter, trying to dispel the tears, remembering the test and how bad it had gone. 

Suddenly the weight against your back was gone and you felt him stand on the bed, his feet on either side of you.  You barely had time to wonder what he was doing before he was jumping.  Jim Kirk was jumping on the bed, on either side of you and your body jerked up and down sporadically in response to his jumping. 

“Up, up, my love!  And see what this day has to offer!” Jim was yelling, “Screw that stupid test!  It doesn’t deserve for you to be sad about it!  You are amazing!” 

You were giggling now and you didn’t want to let him win so you grabbed a pillow and stuffed it over your head.  He continued his incessant jumping and yelling and you wondered if your neighbours could hear.  On a particularly big jump of his you had enough and flipped over, taking your pillow and hitting him as hard as you could, right in his stomach.  

“HEY!” He gasped, stumbling a little before he grabbed the pillow and yanked it out of your hands.  

You were scrambling to your feet before you could stop yourself and reached for the other pillow, turning on him and swinging wildly.  You connected with his head first, causing him to emit a gasp of mock horror and he swung the pillow back to you, hitting you across the side. 

After a few more swings Jim grabbed your pillow and pulled it out of your hands again, tossing both pillows across the room.  

“HEy-” You started but were cut off by his hands pulling you to him and kissing you, deeply and passionately, the sudden motion causing you to sway a little atop the bed, but he held you steady.  

Pulling away after a moment to gasp for air you grasped the sides of his head between your hands and stared up into his crystal blue eyes.  

“You are crazy.” You gasped, dragging your lips across his softly, teasingly, unable to help yourself. 

“Mhm-and you can do this, Y/N.  School is tough and life is even tougher, but you can do this.  And I’ll be right by your side the entire time, armed with tickle attacks and pillow fights and kisses for when it gets tough.” Jim breathed, his words warming something deep inside you. 

“I guess that wouldn’t be so bad.” You teased, and you thumbed the corner of his lips as they tilted into a smile.  

And when you couldn’t keep this feeling of warmth and love inside you any longer, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips to yours, tilting off balance, and you both landed on the bed in a fit of giggles and kisses. 

-Thanks for reading!  I hope you enjoyed it!-

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[kaitymccoy123]

SOS

Intro: So this was going to be a part of my colour drabbles, but I felt it was more Jim than Bones, and the request was for Bones so I decided to save it for later.  

I have had this in my drafts for like a week and half and I just think it’s cute and fluffy and just read it if you wanna.  Hopefully it will make you smile. 

OH and this was also the one I asked for help with with a suggestion for a fake SOS call because I thought I’d need to add it in there, but I guess not lol. Sorry! I’ll use those ideas for another fic. 

Pairing: Jim x reader

Word Count: 1108

Summary: Jim calls an SOS in the middle of the night and has a surprise for the reader.  Just fluff.  

-Enjoy!-

You were sound asleep when a message came through on your PADD, and somehow you woke up to the soft 'ping'.  

You snatched up your PADD on the side of your bed and squinted at the bright screen in the dark room. The message was from Jim and read only three letters, but those three simple letters sent electricity up your spine.  

SOS.

You sprung up from your bed, throwing the covers off, adrenaline pumping through your system as you threw on your slippers and the first robe you could find, which just happened to be Jim's. SOS was your code word, in a sense, that let each other know that something was wrong and they needed the other.

You sprinted down through the hallway, searching the hallways, even peeking in the Bridge first.  Skirting down the halls you reached his room and quickly typed the code to get in, sliding the door open and you pushed into the room. For a second you thought the room was on fire as you searched around, and you weren't entirely wrong.  There were candles everywhere, creating an ambiance of flame and warmth, and there, sitting on the bed, was Jim, grinning. 

"Hey, babe." He said, the nonchalance in his voice so shockingly different from the adrenaline in your veins that you almost couldn't comprehend it. 

"A-are you okay?  You sent SOS, did something happen are you-" You spluttered but stopped when Jim started chuckling. 

"You look like you just went through a wind-tunnel." Jim laughed and you balled your fists up at your sides. 

"If you called me here just to make fun of me I am going to be furious."

"No, no, Y/N, come sit." Jim smiled up at you and when you didn't move he stood and sauntered towards you. 

"I thought you were hurt or something, Jim." You gasped, and felt the urge to wriggle out of his grasp when his hands fell around your waist. 

"I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean to scare you." His breath tickled your hair, "But it was pretty funny watchin' you run around like a chicken with you head cut off on the security cameras."

Now you groaned and tried to push him away from you, your hands on his chest causing him to lose his balance and you thought you'd succeeded until you felt yourself falling with him, one of his arms still wrapped around your waist.  You landed on top of him on the bed, nearly smacking your forehead onto his. 

"You're an asshole, you know that?" You growled, trying to peel yourself off of him, but his arms held you fast to his chest. 

"Was the SOS too much?" Jim pursed his lips. 

"You think?!" You spat, throwing him a scowl. 

"I'm sorry." Jim hummed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, right between your furrowed eyebrows. 

"You should be." You grumbled, trying to get away again. 

"I love you." Jim teased, raising both his eyebrows. 

"You're so annoying." You said, your tone only mildly joking. 

"Am not." He rubbed his nose against yours before flipping you over so his body pressed yours into the bed. 

You couldn't help but let out a giggle as his hands slid up your sides and wrapped around your back, his face nuzzling into your neck as you joked, "I literally don't think I could hate you any more than I do right now."

"You love me." The words reverberated against your neck. 

"Nope." You squirmed under him, trying to free your arms so you could swing at him or something.

"You're not getting out of here until you admit you love me."

"Then I guess I'm never getting out of here." You teased and felt Jim laugh as he pulled back to look you in the eyes.

"You're bein' real cheeky, sweetheart." There was a mischievous look in his eyes. 

"Hmmm..." You purred in his ear, "what'cha going to do about it?"

Suddenly his lips were on yours, hot and heavy, and you couldn't help but let the anger and adrenaline from before dissipate as you melted into the heat of his body on yours. 

"I love you." He said, pulling his lips from yours. 

"You're insufferable." You bantered and pulled your now-freed arms from under him, taking your fingers and stabbing them into his sides, trying to tickle him. 

He made a surprised garbled noise at the sudden attack, and by the look on his face, you know you were done for.  

His hands were now poking into your sides and you lost all ability to control your limbs as he tickled you, and though you tried desperately, he didn't seem to respond to being tickled by you. 

You gasped and laughed, kicking and squirming underneath him but he was relentless. 

"JIM!  JIM STOP!" You squealed and finally you wriggled out from under him and flopped down beside him, both of you now laying on your backs.  

He reached over and stabbed your sides once more, eliciting a jump and a squeak from you. 

"ALRIGHT, ALRight, I love you, you asshole." You smacked his chest lightly with the back of your hand, and he grabbed onto it. 

"Then marry me." His voice was now low and raspy and the words sent another flood of adrenaline through you. 

"W-what did you just say?" You sat up abruptly, and he sat up beside you, grinning. 

"That's why I called you here.  Because, Y/N, I love you and everything about you.  I want a million more tickle fights and angry glares and silly kisses.  I want a lifetime of love with you.  Will you do the honour of becoming my wife?" Jim said, his sparkling blue eyes pouring into yours as he pulled something from his pocket, a little silver ring. 

You were speechless.  Your mouth was open and moving but no words came out.  

"You okay?" Jim tilted his head, and rested a hand on your shoulder in concern. 

"You called me down here, in the middle of the night, literally giving me a heart attack, to propose to me?" You managed, the words squeaking and your throat dry. 

"Yeahhh, in hindsight that wasn't such a good idea, but I just couldn't wait any longer." Jim ran a hand down the back of his neck.

"Yes." The word slipped from your mouth. 

"Yes it was a bad idea?" Jim winced, peeking an eye at you. 

"Yes, you idiot, of course I'll marry you." You were smiling ear-to-ear now and watched as relief fell from Jim's shoulders.  

"Thank god.  For a second there I thought you were going to kill me." He teased, easing the ring onto your finger.

"Oh there's still time." You teased, pulling his lips to yours.  

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