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I have about 7 Star Trek fics in my drafts… I should really post them soon.

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OH MY GOSHHHH 😵😵 how did I not see this earlier?? I'm literally such a sucker for rivals to lovers

A SMILE CREEPS OUT FROM YOUR TEETH

request : a malcolm reed rivals to lovers? ☆ malcolm reed x reader wc: 1,090 gif

malcolm reed is a man born to serve. carrying out orders comes second nature to him. so much of his self-worth and self-image comes from being a good officer - one whom his commanding officer could rely on. so to become the tactical officer for earth’s first warp five vessel was both a blessing and a burden - you being chief amongst them.

captain archer had the role of tactical officer narrowed down to just a handful of people. malcolm knew you’d be a great officer for the job - tough, intelligent, and honorable. still, he wanted it, too. more than anything. he’s not sure where the competitiveness came in - somewhere between passing by each other after the initial interviews and the field tests.

and when malcolm was chosen, he was a little ashamed at how good it felt. giving a tight nod and handshake to captain archer, then grinning when his peers gathered around to congratulate him. all except you, who only really dipped your head and walked off without a word. despite having been given a respectable role on malcolm’s security team, it wasn’t the tactical officer.

the first month or so was a bumpy ride for the both of you. malcolm, professional as ever, tried his best to be a fair commanding officer to those beneath him - especially you. but try as he might, there was a lot of friction. you’d think he was bossy, uptight, and snotty. he’d see you as disobedient and unprofessional. you would question his orders on occasion, thinking your ideas were better. malcolm developed a nasty habit of automatically shooting your suggestions down.

tensions ultimately boiled over to a verbal argument over the smallest thing - the placement of the phase pistols. whether or not they should be close to the door or beside the rifles or across from the flashbangs or whatever petty excuse one could find to keep yelling at the other. word eventually got back to captain archer through the lens of gossip. his solution to the tension was very inline for him - cooperating through force. sending you and malcolm on an away mission together for bonding time.

no amount of excuses or malcolm’s attempts at a doctor’s note would make it go away. so, on the next M-class planet enterprise came across, the both of you were paired up. sent to protect some of the xenobotanists to collect plant samples. very few words were spoken. malcolm kept his head on a swivel, forcing him to focus on work and not how well you seem to be getting on with one of the scientists.

nobody on enterprise could have predicted how quickly the weather took a turn for the worse. the sky grew a little cloudy, and before long, the wind itself seemed to be trying to flatten everything in its path. malcolm led the way back to the shuttlepod while you brought up the rear to help stragglers. everything was happening so fast - the shuttlepod was right there, malcolm was urging everyone inside, you blindly shove someone toward him, malcolm yells out your name, something hits your head, and everything is dark.

waking up in sickbay, it’s a surprise to find malcolm already there. he’s talking with phlox, and your head is still reeling from what must have been a nasty concussion. but then, as you’re sitting up, he’s there. hands in fists at his side, a stern knit of his brow, a rod in his spine - all normal malcolmisms. until he speaks, and you can’t recall ever hearing his voice so unsteady.

from that day on, things are…better? you and malcolm aren’t outwardly hostile anymore. he seems more willing to hear you out, and you fall into line a little easier. but to go on and call him your friend was still a reach. friends usually hang out and talk and laugh. you and malcolm have only had a single meal together once, and travis was there. you barely speak outside of your shifts. the closest you came to laughing together was because trip said something stupid that one time.

so it surprises you when, one day, malcolm approaches you in the armory. it’s late, every one else is off shift. it has been almost a month since the away mission accident, and he finally tells you how glad he was that you made it out. and then you guys just. talk. talk about your work on the enterprise, which of the crewmen might deserve a promotion, and how sorry malcolm was for ever making you feel like weren’t as good just because he was chosen as tactical officer.

of course, that means you have to apologize for being a little rebel. you couldn’t just let malcolm be the only one to apologize. that night, after a little more talking and even a laugh or two, you invite malcolm to movie night. he wasn’t planning on going, but the next day, he asked commander tucker which film will be playing.

movie night turned into late night chats in the mess hall afterward. those turned into malcolm walking you to your cabin. the moments spent lingering in the doorway grew longer and longer until you’re inviting him inside one night. you don’t even remember the excuse you thought up that successfully tricked malcolm into actually coming in, but the passionate way he was kissing you made you realize you didn’t even need to trick him at all. 

he spent the night in your quarters, and in the morning, he was stressing out in the way only malcolm can. talking about fraternization and breaking protocol and stuff like that. not even the way your fingers glided over his skin really made malcolm feel better. not until your lips found his again, and it was suddenly a lot easier to forget about protocol for the moment.

gossip spreads so quickly. trip is the first to find out somehow, and he’s genuinely happy for you. travis and hoshi approach him next, grinning and asking for details about how it happened. t’pol was surprised - she was still under the impression you both hated each other, and lamented that she evidently had much to learn about human relationships.

it’s hard for malcolm to remember the days when he despised moments when you merely walked into the room, hoping one day captain archer might break the news to him that you were being reassigned somewhere else. because when he’s in your cabin, holding you close, making you laugh accidentally while telling you about his day, he can't imagine not loving you.

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"Waa why aren't fandoms fun anymore" because you keep policing people's headcanons, make fun of cosplayers,make fun of selfshipers, make fun of beginner artists and just make fun of people for having fun 😐

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i am sapphic for saavik!!!!!!!

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I’m giggling and kicking my feet guys… Hold on i’m trying to spell gorjus…

(Easy way to spell gorgeous = Kate Mulgrew)

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The Kathryn Janeway x reader tag is empty to a very disappointing degree. Not only the Janeway x reader tag, but EVERY fem character x reader…

I’m gonna fix this☝️

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KISSING IN THE RAIN

egon spengler masterlist. ✴︎ egon spengler 𝑥 gender neutral!reader.

synopsis. You and Egon get caught in the rain, so you two entertain yourselves while you wait.

contents. Fluff, all fluff. Kissing (maybe heated, the demons got to me (so this fic may be up to your interpretation)). Established relationship. It’s implied that reader encountered a ghost. Egon hardly speaks in this… The other customers at the restaurant do NOT exist. Ghostbusters II reference, I couldn’t help myself. No use of Y/N.

word count. 576

notes. egon is so beautiful 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭egon 😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. I’m honestly proud of the gif. But this ficlet? Not so much. I had to force myself to finish this.

“It’s raining? Seriously?”

Egon looked up and saw you staring out the window, a dissatisfied look on your face as you watched it rain outside.

“It won’t be long,” said Egon, looking back down at the check. Egon had took you out on a date, and he decided to pay. You couldn’t complain, he insisted. When he asked you out on a date, you could tell he was quite nervous, and indeed he was. Though, you were happy about it - ecstatic even. You couldn’t help but squeal. Who would blame you? A ghostbuster, Egon Spengler to be specific, asking you out on a date. It was a dream come true, really.

You exhale through your nose as you lean back in your chair. “I hope so.” You say, looking back at Egon. “But I enjoyed tonight very much, Egon. Thank you.”

You could see a quirk of the unseen smile peak at the corner of Egon’s mouth.

It wasn’t long until you two were now outside of the restaurant, standing underneath the canopy. Egon stood to your left, his hand placed on your back — his hand felt like it belonged on your back.

You both stood there for the next five minutes, gentle smiles on your face, any future plans for the day completely forgotten. You much preferred to bask in Egon’s presence and chat about everything and nothing for as long as you can.

“I think what you do is pretty great,” you speak up. Egon looks down at you. “Saving people from ghosts, saving… me.” Your tongue peeked out to nervously lick your lips, only now realizing that Egon’s other hand was holding onto yours.

His gaze seemed calculated as he stared at you, and you wondered if he could hear your heart practically beating out of your chest. You place your free hand on your chest and as you open your mouth to say something, his lips met yours.

His lips trembled, but you couldn’t blame him, you were quite nervous yourself. You could feel him pull away, but you didn’t want this to end, freeing his tie from his vest and pulling him closer.

He let out a noise of surprise, arms coming to wrap around your waist, you both accidentally slam into the wall and getting some rain on you in the process, but a little rain wouldn’t hurt anybody.

You both only separated to take a quick breath before you reached your free hand up, tangling your fingers in Egon’s curls. He was more confident this time, gently tugging your bottom lip. For all the sweets he had tasted, he thought you tasted better. He thought he could just be satisfied here, his hands squeezing your waist and your hands digging into his scalp, which was now slightly wet due to the rain.

He was about to pull you closer until a siren suddenly went off, causing you two to pull apart.

“Hey, Egon. How was your date?”

Egon spun around and was greeted with the sight of Peter grinning at him. You peeked out from behind him, raising an eyebrow. You were slightly annoyed from the interruption.

“I bet they really dig that large cranium of yours, hm?” said Peter.

You let out a noise of surprise as you look away. Egon gave Peter a look, before he helps you over to the ecto-1, being quick so you two won’t end up getting soaked in the rain.

You thought the date went well.

EGON SPENGLER / GHOSTBUSTERS TAGLIST. @fisgla @044s @egonspenglerishot

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“kill them with kindness” Wrong. CURSE OF RA 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀮 𓀯 𓀰 𓀱 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁌 𓁍 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆

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𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

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TAGS. ✴︎; fluff / ✷; angst + sfw / 𝓅; platonic.

fics.

“kissing in the rain.” (you and egon get caught in the rain, so you two entertain yourselves while you wait.) ✴︎

headcanons.

errrrmmmm………

drabbles.

yeah, i don’t have anything yet…

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MASTERLIST

this literally sucks .. I'll edit it later

star trek ..

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kathryn janeway masterlist

t'pol masterlist

hoshi sato masterlist

star trek men masterlist

a song of ice and fire ..

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the x-files ..

dana scully masterlist

ARCHIVED — no longer writing

ghostbusters ..

egon spengler masterlist

doctor who ..

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