#and fem Spock's like She's Everything...........She's Everything To Me......

[bumblingbabooshka]

Fem Spock baby crush on Spring because he's the most feminine looking boy ever. She was so sullen about being married to a boy but after meeting him she perked right up.

This one and only time she's ever felt anything even approaching romantic interest in a boy will keep her from exploring the possibility of her being a lesbian for over two decades.

When Spring ends their betrothal (she's on Pike's enterprise) Spock gets this feeling of freedom mixed with dread/anxiety in the pit of her stomach. There's feelings of inadequacy (Spring's message simply says he's found someone he's more compatible with and Spock didn't know him well or really WANT to marry him but the rejection still hurts, as much as she'd like that not to be the case)...relief that she won't have to have sex with a veritable stranger when the time comes, and the dread...will she have to find another man to marry?? She'd used Spring's existence as something of an excuse not to pursue or think about romance with anyone but without it... For some reason the thought of being romantically interested in a man is incomprehensible to her and the thought of a man romantically interested in HER is actively unappealing. Spock decides that this is because she's Vulcan. The most Vulcan Vulcan there is. And she doesn't have any Vulcan friends to fact check her so! She'll just stay celibate the rest of her life! Surely nothing will derail this plan. Somewhere, lightyears away, Jeanette Kirk sneezes.

[luv4fandoms]

Rethink that plan o'yers laddie- Scotty x Fem!Reader

What happens when your ex comes aboard the Enterprise? Better yet, what happens when Scotty, who has liked you for a while, hears your ex say some choice words about you?

So is the first person from Star trek I write about Spock? Nope. Bones? Na. Kirk? Guess again....It's Scotty...I swear it's the accent, only thing that makes me weaker than a good Southern drawl is a Scottish/Irish accent....wrote close to 3k the very first night lol. But I am very happy with how this came out! I tried to write his accent thicker as he gets flustered so I hope it isn't confusing for anyone. I could just see it getting super thick when he's pissed or flustered.

Word count: 5,930

Pairing: Scotty x Fem!Reader (can be reas as Tos or Aos Scotty

Warnings: Cussing, EX is a manipulative dick, hints as possible abusive past relationship, talks of past cheating.

(Also we love a supportive brother lol)

This story is also on ao3

I also have a Ko-Fi in case anyone wants to tip a $1 coffee ❤️

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. I also do not give permission to use my story in any AI platform⚠️

“So I just wanted to give you a heads up before you saw him but…A new crew member has been added to engineering” Your brother said hurriedly as the two of you made your way to the mess hall for dinner.

“I heard, we received a few new crew members from the Roosevelt, including Lieutenant Kilel who has been a great help to me in the lab, she definitely knows her way around plants.” You nod, stopping when your brother suddenly steps in front of you.

“Yeah that's cool and all, but this one you're not going to like�� he told you, causing you to raise a brow.

“Who is it?”

“Um…well…just…prepare yourself ok? It's not good.”

“(B/N) who am I going to be stuck on a ship with in space for the next five years?” You watched him sigh and start backing towards the mess hall door, your feet moving on their own to follow.

“If you don't tell me right no-” the doors opened and you looked over to the engineering table, a table you had sat at before with your brother and Scotty, but a table you would no longer be going to as you noticed a very familiar head of curly locks and a laugh that now made you grit your teeth.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me”

“I know, it took everything I had not to deck him as soon as he walked in”

“Five years! As if the two years I was already with that pig wasn't enough, now I have to be on the same ship as him for five years!!” You whispered yelled while you and your brother got your food.

“I know! But hey, it's a big ship, you can avoid him”

“I won't be able to stop by and see you anymore without running into that asshat” you grumbled.

“That certainly will cut into your Mr.Scott time”

“Excuse you?!”

“Oh come on, you don't come down to see me, you come down to see him”

“I do not!” You gasped, a little louder than you meant to, but your outburst only caused your brother's smirk to widen.

“Sure you don't”

“(Y/N?) You heard that voice ask, that voice that you now wonder how you ever fell for, since it rang like nails on a chalkboard. You watched your brother's eyes harden as he looked behind you, and you took a deep breath before spinning around.

“Hello (E/N)”

“Long time no see, should have known you'd be on the ship, the two of you don't stray too far from each other” he spoke, gesturing with his glass to you and your brother.

“Yes well, some people work well with each other, some don't, that's life”

“Aye, you should see these two work, Lass may not be in engineering, but hand ‘er a tool belt an’ a problem an’ these two have it fixed in minutes when they are together, I keep tellin’ ‘er she should transfer over, but I know the ship would be lost without our botanist” Scotty spoke, sending you a wink at the end that made you smile and blush lightly.

“Awe thank you, that means a lot”

“Just tellin’ the truth Lass”

“Why don't you transfer? I mean, I'm sure you're great with the plants or whatever, but it would be nice to see you around more” your ex smiled, and it took everything in you not to physically make a face, how had you ever fallen for this guy?

“Thanks, but as was just stated, the ship needs its botanist” you spoke while walking past him, heading towards the table that Nafula, your new Lieutenant, sat at but stopping next to Scotty and placed your hand on his shoulder.

“And besides,with Scotty as Chief Engineer if anyone should be worried about not being needed, it's you lot” you smiled, laughing at your brother's quick “hey!” That got a laugh from Scotty as well. With that you went over to the other table, happy to be always from your ex, God this was gonna be a long five years.

Scotty sat at his desk as he looked over the codes on his computer, but his brain was miles away. After you had left to sit with your new Lieutenant, he found out that not only did his newest crew member know you, which he had gathered by your brief interaction, but that the two of you used to date. He ran his hand over his face as he reached for the glass of Scotch, he had tried to stop drinking so much on the clock, but he needed to ease his mind. Of course you had dated someone like (EX/LN), he was around your age, tall, muscled, he was sure that was your type not….him. He hated himself for even imagining that he had a chance, of course you wouldn't want someone like him, even with the muscles he had from working in engineering it was less defined than (EX/LN). His hair was a wee bit thinner than (EX/LN)’s curly locks…and the biggest thing…He was ten years your senior. Downing the liquor, he poured himself another before he heard a knock at the office door, looking up just to be met with your smiling face as you made your way towards his desk, tray in hand. You made it so easy to fall for you.

“Lunch time” you smiled as you sat the tray down, glad that the noise of the room easily drowned out the pounding of your heart, you didn’t think it would ever not do that when you were near Scotty.

“Lass, I hope ya know ya spoil me with this” he smiled despite himself, how could he not when you're standing in his office like a ray of sunshine in the middle of the dark galaxy.

“Listen, someone has to make sure you and my brother eat, I swear you two, if I didn't, you would go all day without a crumb, too focused on work” You told him, taking your seat on the other side of the desk and picking up your own food.

“We would not” he defended, knowing full well that you were right, especially when you just looked at him with a raised brow.

“Ok, so ya never been too engrossed in yer plants ta eat?” He asked.

“Never said that, but my body let's me know when it needs food so that my brain can work at a hundred percent”

“Ack Lass are ya tryin’ ta say that I’m stupid without food?!” He teased, watching as you rolled your eyes and tried to hide the smile that threatened to break through, and he almost…could have swore that your cheeks got a little red…no…had to be the lights.

“No, just stupid when you ignore your body's need for it” you laughed.

“So ya are callin’ me stupid! Why, an’ here I thought you were nice, this food was just a way in so ya could insult me” he spoke, before taking a bite.

“Oh hush, I am nice, otherwise I wouldn't worry about you eatin’” you told him, sticking your tongue out before smiling.

“Nicest lass on the ship” he smiled, his tone not one of teasing, but of pure sincerity, which caused your cheeks to darken a bit more and your heart to pick up speed, God how easily this man could do this to you.

You had been able to sneak in and out of engineering without running into your ex so far, which you had thanked the heaven's for, you might be stuck on a ship with him, but that didn't mean you had to interact, especially if you could help it. Your brother's teasing never ceased, even as you tried to deny it, all building up, til one night as he dropped you off at your quarters he told you

“Listen, would it be weird, you and my boss, hundred percent. But I would rather see you with him than (E/N) or someone like him. You deserve better, and Mr.Scott is a good man”

So needless to say that sentence ran through your head all night and into the next morning. You knew Scotty was a good man, that was the issue. He was a good man that was so far out of your reach it hurt. Scotty wasn't like any of the guys you had gone after before, he was an actual sweetheart, a gentleman, funny as hell, and always had his friend's backs. He never let things rile him up, unless the situation called for it, and was always there with some form of advice or just a listening ear when you needed it. You loved how passionate he got when he talked about the Enterprise, or a new upgrade he had for her. While the Captain talked about the ship like his wife, Scotty talked about it like his child. You were certain that Scotty was one of a kind, he never saw you as “just (B/N)’s little sister” he knew your worth on the ship, and often praised you for it. He made you feel seen, worthy, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, he made you feel like a woman. Which you hated to even think, since you were sure that the ten year age gap made him look at you like a child. Sighing, you wished you lived in one of the romance novels you and Uruha snuck onto the ship, that Scotty would just whisk you away to a far off land, or that he'd at least be like the protagonist in the one book and realize that the soulmate he had been searching for was right in front of him all along. But alas, life was not a book, and as much as you'd love to touch a standing stone and have it whisk you away to Scotland…you had plants to attend to, but first, coffee.

Scotty awoke a bit happier than normal, and even though his bed being empty made him realize it had all been a dream, the dream still played through his mind as he got dressed nonetheless. You slept in the same bed as him, a bed that was much softer than the ones on the ship, the air much fresher as it blew into the slightly opened window. The sun was just coming over the rolling hills as the fog still rested low. Home, he was home in Scotland, and you were tucked into his side, your face peaceful as you slept, your arm wrapped around him, making sure that he didn't leave your grasp…He'd never leave if it was up to him, he'd lay there forever in this peaceful state, just basking in the calm. He could feel his own smile as he curled back into you, his own arms wrapping tightly around your form, bidding that you never leave his side. This must have been what true happiness felt like.

“Monty?” You asked in that still sleepy voice and he swore his heart was going to explode.

“S'alright Mo chridhe (my heart), I'm here” he whispered back, giving you a soft kiss on the head before you snuggled back into him…Peace.

That was until the alarm clock had woken him up, blasted thing. But even his hatred for the piece of machinery couldn't stop the smile that stayed on his lips as he headed towards the mess hall for a cup of coffee. Nodding at his crew members upon entering the room, and noticing (B/N) was already up as well, good man, hard worker.

“Someone is happy this morning” he heard a voice beside him giggle, a sound that always threatened to make his knees weak.

“Good dreams?” You asked as you replicated your own coffee order.

“Aye” he nodded, taking a sip.

“And you?”

“Oh you know, frolicking through a field of flowers in one of those super flowy dresses before stopping to have a tea party with the local wildlife” you shrugged, watching as he blinked a few times.

“That's…an image…Lass what sort of plants do ya ‘ave in that greenhouse of yers?” He asked, causing you both to start laughing.

“I'm joking, I swear. My dreams were rather uneventful” you waved him off.

“If you say so” he chuckled.

“What about you? What made you so smiley this morning?” You ask around the top of your cup, your eyes never leaving his as you fight down the blush.

“Oh just ah…home” he nodded, that was the safest answer, and also true, he was home, and not just because he had been in Scotland.

“Lucky, I'd love to dream of Scotland” you sighed, making him slightly choke.

“You would?” Would you like to go there? He'd be more than happy to take you, whisk you away like one of those romance novels Uruha snuck onto the ship. He'd show you around all the nature spots he knows you'd like, Isle of Skye, Loch Ness, Loch Lomond, all of them.

“One day, it's definitely on my bucket list” you nod.

“I've seen a lot of pictures, you're definitely lucky to have been born in such a beautiful place Scotty” you smiled…Scotty…it took him months to get you to call him that instead of Mr.Scott…but everyone called him that…He wanted you to call him what you had called him in the dream, logic be damned, even if it made his feelings even worse, he needed to hear you say it…at least just once.

“Monty” he corrected you, watching as you slightly tilted your head in confusion, by God how could you make everything look cute?

“You can call me Monty, lass, everyone calls me Scotty” he explained, hoping he wasn't overstepping. Meanwhile you were having a full blown heart attack. He wanted you to call him by his first name! A name no one else calls him, it would just be you, only you…Could that mean that it wasn't one sided?!?

“Unless ya dinnae want to” he quickly spoke, hoping if he backtracked quick enough you would just forget it.

“No no you just surprised me is all” you quickly explained, hoping you hadn't messed this up completely.

“But if I call you Monty you have to call me (Y/N). I feel it's only fair” you spoke, hoping he didn't pick up on the waver in your voice that your nerves caused.

“Ya've got yerself a deal (Y/N)” he smiled, a smile that quickly reached his eyes.

It had been a couple of days since your interaction, and to say that the name exchange hadn't helped your crush would be a massive understatement. Nothing else had developed, and honestly you were beginning to worry, maybe you had read too much into it? Maybe it meant more to you than him? You knew Nafula would have told you to talk to Sc-Monty, but you didn't want to make a fool out of yourself if it really didn't mean anything. He would think you were an idiot, a child crushing on him when he could, no doubt, have any woman on this ship. That thought made your stomach twist into knots, what did make you stand out from anyone else? What made you think you stood more of a chance? Sighing, you looked at the clock…Lunchtime. Telling Nafula you'd be back in a bit, you made your way to the mess hall to grab not only your lunch, but something for your brother and Monty. Though, you were shocked when you stepped in and saw your brother actually at one of the tables.

“You decided to come eat for once?” You asked him as you approached.

“Olsen drug me here” he grumbled while pointing to the younger blonde boy beside him.

“Thank you Olsen, I truly appreciate that” you smiled.

“No problem at all ma’am,” he nodded.

“Mr.Scott is still down in engineering though” your brother told you with that knowing smirk.

“What else is new” you rolled your eyes, opting to ignore his look. Instead you made your way over to the replicator, quickly grabbing lunch for you and Monty.

“He's down there too…just a heads up” your brother called to you, you gave him a nod, understanding.

“Thanks”

“No problem”

You made your way down to engineering, so far the day Monty told you to call him such was the last day he had been around at lunchtime, you had simply been leaving his lunch, knowing that he was somewhere in the huge engine room, but also knowing he must have been elbow deep in a project to miss your lunch sessions…at least that was what you hoped. Making your way to his office, you felt your shoulders slump as he was, once again, not in his office. Sitting his tray down on the desk, you sighed and turned to leave, your mood now darkened as you carried your own lunch back towards the door…But if the universe was gonna give you a break, it wasn't today.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” You heard behind you, and didn't even try to hide the groan that left your lips as you turned.

“Hello (E/N)”

“Still with that tone, come on, you know you're happy to see me”

“I'd rather see a flesh eating slug from betas-con six”

“Ouch, still a bit of a bitch, got it”

“Excuse you”

“Hey, it's ok, I still can get you back into that sub space I'm sure” he smirked and it took everything you had not to just punch him in it.

“We're done” you spoke, turning to leave, but he quickly stood in front of you.

“Oh come on, I haven't seen you attached to anyone, which means you're still single…Unless you're doing something with Mr.Scott” he laughed

“Monty?” You asked, almost regretting saying something…almost…but the fact that your ex's laughter died a bit at it made you glad you said it.

“Monty?”

“Sorry, Mr.Scott”

“I thought everyone called him Scotty if they didn't call him Mr.Scott”

“They do” you nodded watching as his eyes narrowed, putting pieces together to a puzzle that wasn't even there.

“(Y/N)” you sighed at the voice, it wasn't the accented voice you wanted to hear, but your brother's voice was heaven sent at the moment.

“Hey (B/N)” you smiled over your ex's shoulder, your brother slightly taller than him.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah dude totally-”

“Wasn't asking you fuckass” your brother glared at your ex, before turning back to you.

“Was trying to leave but someone wouldn't let me, didn't wanna just punch him, you know how much paperwork that ends up being” you shrugged, watching as he nodded before pushing your ex to the side and stepping to the side himself, allowing you to pass.

“Get back to the lab, you still have some lunchtime left”

“Thanks, and when Monty gets back, tell him I left his lunch in his office. I'm sure he's working on something big” you told him, watching as your brother raised a brow before giving you a small smirk and nod.

“You got it” with that you didn't even spare your ex another look before you made your way to the turbolift and back to the lab.

Scotty sighed as he finally made his way back to his office, his shoulders hurt and he knew he was going to have a bruise in his leg where he banged it against the pipes. He nodded at (B/N) as he walked past, noticing that the man only took his eyes off the project for a moment to give him a nod back.

“(Y/N) left your lunch in your office Chief” he replied while turning bolts, and Scott could feel his shoulders slump, this was the third day in a row he missed you, surely by now you were thinking he was avoiding you, which he never wanted you to think. He'd have to make it up to you, maybe bring you dinner in your lab this time.

“Have a nice lunch…Monty” he heard your ex grumble lowly, but he still caught it.

“What was that lad?” He asked, watching as the man rolled his eyes but didn't look away from his project. So he wanted to remark but when actually faced with a problem he didn't respond…that told Scott a lot about him, and made him wonder why you of all people went for this guy. Deciding to drop it he went to his office and closed the door, opting to have his lunch in peace, but a thought mid-bite made him stop, and made a smile spread on his lips…You had called him Monty…to your ex. You didn't hide the fact he had given you permission to call him by his first name. As he looked down at his food he couldn't help the joyful little chuckle that left his lips as he let his heart believe that maybe…maybe he did have a chance.

It wasn't until the next day that he heard a peep from your ex, but what he did hear made him frown. Your ex was talking with a few of the other crew, all of them gathering round on a project that only needed one, slackers.

“I'm telling you, she's right there, all I have to do is get her right where I want her and bam, she'll be back to being submissive to me in no time” Scotty's eyes narrowed as he looked at the group, surly the fool wasn't talking about you, you'd have to be mad to go back to this gowk. And from the sounds of it, this bawbag wouldn't be doing you any favors, he was the type that would take a flower and crush it just because he could, take a bird and cage it so it would need him. Scotty could picture it, your bright smile slowly dying as the twinkle in your eye that you got every time you told him about a new plant slowly dulled. The bounce in your step would flatten to a slow march, while your expressive hand gestures ceased to white knuckles on your PADD…No…He wouldn't let him do that to you.

“And once I get her there, I'll jump back onto the Roosevelt with her, that way she's away from her brother and Monty, and she'll be totally mine again” he laughed, but the others around him didn't laugh, they didn't make a sound as they looked up at the angry but silent Scot standing behind your ex.

“Ah rethink that plan o'yers lad” Scott spoke slowly, the accent much thicker. He watched your ex slowly turn, looking up at him before standing and turning to him fully.

“Why? Because you two are a thing?” He asked, and before Scotty could even think about what his words would cause he nodded.

“Aye” he watched the boy laugh, the sound grating his already fraying nerves, and he once again found himself wondering what you had seen in this guy.

“Are you serious? Wow I knew her taste may have gone downhill after me, but didn't realize how much, also didn’t know she had daddy issues” he laughed while looking back at his crewmates who had now stood up and backed away from the two, no doubt not wanting to be associated with him.

“From tha’ looks o'it, ah say ’er taste ‘as improved. Since all ah see in front o'me right now is a wee barn” he told your ex, watching as the man's head snapped back, sizing him up.

“Watch it old man”

“From ‘ere I'm standin’ Lad, it's you who should be watchin’ it”

“Seriously?” He laughed, shaking his head.

“You're willing to get your ass kicked over her? Listen dude, let me give you some insight on her. She acts like she's something but she isn't shit without guidance. Sure she went to school to play with plants, but during the schooling she was so focused on it, it took me sleeping with her roommate for her to get her priorities straight, me. She acts like she only has eyes for you, but if you don't keep her in line she starts focusing on her stupid ass career and shit. You gotta keep knocking her down just so she learns her place..and to top it off, she sucks in the bedroom, total vanilla, what kind of a guy wants th-” Scotty and the rest of the crew watched the man go down, before their eyes snapped up to their Chief Engineer. He hadn't known he threw the punch if he was being completely honest, all he knew was that your ex's words about you had made him see red, and then he swung. He looked down at the man's unconscious body, his fist still clenched and face no doubt as red as his uniform, before he looked back up, his eyes immediately catching your brother's.

“Get ‘im out o’my engine room, ‘ave McCoy tie ‘im up in sick bay if he ‘as ta, but that man is leavin’ this ship, even if ah ‘ave ta throw ‘im in space myself” Your brother quickly nodded, and with a smile, grabbed your ex's arms, nodding to one of the other crew to grab his legs as they took him from the room. Without a word the rest of the crew quickly filed off to go do…something, while Scotty stormed back to his office, reaching for the bottle that would help him calm down a bit.

“Please tell me you heard what happened!” Nafula asked as she rushed into the lab, plant in hand.

“I haven't been out of the lab all day so I'm going to go with no” you laughed as she placed the plant next to you and you began examining it.

“Mr.Scott punched (Ex/LN)”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah! Ok first off, I didn't know you and Mr.Scott were dating but I am very much here for it!”

“Wait…what?”

“Yeah, so what I heard from Ensign Olsen, your ex was talking about how he was going to try to get back with you and then get you to go onto the Roosevelt with him so you'd be away from your brother, which, bitch move. And Mr.Scott told him to rethink his plan, and when your ex asked if you and him were dating Mr.Scott said yes. Which, yay! And then your ex I guess started talking shit about both you and Mr.Scott, calling Mr.Scott old but then when he started up about you…Mr.Scott knocked him out” she finished. Leaving you standing there with your mouth open…Monty had punched your ex…because he was talking shit about you?...also he told your ex and what you guessed was enough crew members for words to spread quickly, that the two of you were dating?? Your mind ran a mile a minute as you thought over everything, was he just being nice? Trying to protect you? Monty was a gentleman like that. But he told everyone you two were dating….he had to have known that news would spread like wildfire on this ship. Would he correct it? Say he just said it to get your ex off your back? Or did he mean it? Was that what he wanted?

“-ff the ship”

“What?” you asked, only now realizing that Nafula was talking again.

“I said that Mr.Scott is talking to the Captain about getting your ex off the ship”

“Really?” you breathed

“Yeah, right now he has him in sick bay, Dr.McCoy is keeping him hypo’d since he was a little aggressive when he came to”

“That's…Normal for him” you spoke after a moment, not noticing the look Nafula gave you.

“Where is Monty now?”

“Mon…Mr.Scott-” She giggled

“Is on the bridge with the Captain”

“Thank you” you nodded, quickly rounding the table and bolting for the turbolift. You tapped your foot, trying to expel some of the nervous energy as you waited for it to arrive at the bridge.

“I wouldnae ask such a thing Captain, but that man has ta go” you heard the accented voice before you saw him, standing close to Kirk.

“I understand completely Scotty, and though I know it's not…regulation to punch one of your crewmembers…I can't say I wouldn't have done the same after what you told me” he said while holding Scotty’s shoulders.

“The Roosevelt is a ways off, but from what we have gathered they will be having a shore leave on Veridia in a couple of days, we will drop him off, he can wait for his former ship there” Scotty nodded.

“I appreciate it Captain”

“(Y/N) is my crewmember too, and even if I'm not the one dating her, she means a lot to me” he nodded, watching as Scotty's face got a bit redder.

“Oh um”

“Not the one you need to talk to” Kirk leaned in to whisper to him, before gesturing beside them. Scotty turned, only to see you standing right outside of the turbo lift. Your eyes were wide, questioning, no doubt you had heard of what he had done, and what he had said…Would you hate him? Not want to be around him anymore? Demand that he immediately correct everyone and explain that the two of you weren't together? With a shaky breath he made his way over to you.

“Hi” He nodded

“Hi” you nodded back.

“Can we-”

“I know what-”

You both started, laughing lightly as you told the other to go at the same time.

“Um…I heard…What happened” you started.

“Aye…I'm sorry lass, I know I may have overstepped. But the things he was sayin’ about ya. I couldn't just stand by an’ let him talk about ya like that. Me, he could throw his weight in words around all day. But you…I couldn't”

“And…The dating thing?”

“Ah…yes…um…He asked if we were…I thought if I said yes…He'd drop it”

Oh…so it had just been him trying to protect you, you'd be lieing if you said that revelation hadn't made you a little sad. Scotty thought he answered right, because surely you didn't want that to be true, but as he watched your shoulders slump with his words, he decided…screw consequences.

“Unless…I mean…Only if” he watched you look up at him, getting lost in your (e/c) gaze for a moment.

“Ack! Blast it all! Ah love ya! Ah dinnae ken when it ‘appened, but it did. Ah love our lunch dates, an’ ‘ow you ramble on when ya have ah breakthrough, or ah new plant. Ah love ‘ow yer so easy ta talk ta about everythin’. ‘ow yer smile lights up a room, ‘ow yer laugh makes even the worst days betta. Ah love everythin’ about ya, an’ if ya’d be willin’ ta give this old man a chance, ah promise everyday ah’ll show ya just ‘ow much ya mean ta me (Y/N)” he confessed in a rush, his accent much thicker, and you realized from the dark red of his cheeks, that it must get thicker when he gets flustered. But that didn't mean you didn't understand every word he spoke, and before you could stop it, you found your vision getting blurry with tears.

“Now no need ta cry lass, a simple no would be ok” he spoke, but you just shook your head and hugged him.

“I love you too” you smiled, earning a shocked chuckle from him.

“you do?”

“Yes.

“All those things, I love about you too. I love when you tell me about upgrades you do to the ship, how it’s so easy to fall into your long conversations. How you make me feel safe and nervous at the same time, I try to make you laugh so much cause seeing you happy makes me happy. You make me feel seen, like I'm not just (B/N)’s little sister. You make me feel like I'm actually worth something”

“Yer worth the whole galaxy”

“And so are you” you smiled, cupping his cheek as you looked at him.

“You made it so easy to fall in love with you Monty, I'd be an idiot not to. I just never thought…because I thought you saw me as too young. ”

“I thought ya saw me as too old” both of you chuckling as you realized it had been yourselves that had stopped you.

“So….does ‘at mean….maybe we dinnae ‘ave ta correct everyone?” he asked, placing his hand over yours.

“I think everything is correct as it stands” you smiled, watching as the smile stretched across his lips, lighting up his eyes.

“Ah am the luckiest man on this ship” he breathed, leaning closer.

“I'm definitely the luckiest woman” you smiled back, closing the gap and doing what you had only dreamt of doing for months. You felt his other hand gently grab your waist and pull you closer, your free hand making its way to the back of his neck. Maybe you didn't have to touch a standing stone to get whisked away by a Scottish gentleman after all. As the two of you broke apart you heard a faint chuckle, only then realizing that you were in fact…still on the bridge. You looked over at your fellow crew and Captain, only to find them all slightly smiling, Uruha sending you a wink as you could only let out your own giggle.

“right..well..um” you heard Monty say as he too realized where the two of you still were.

“Ah um..should get back ta um”

“yeah so should I” you nodded as you both stepped onto the turbo lift, watching as the door closed on your friends, and leaving you and Monty alone. You felt him gently turn your face before his lips were on yours again, the softness telling you that you would never get tired of this. His thumb ran over your cheek before you felt the lift stop at your floor.

“How about ah stop by the lab tonight with dinner?” he asked, nose still brushing yours as he held you close.

“I'd love that” you smiled.

“It's a date” and he sealed the words with another kiss before reluctantly letting you go and letting you step off of the turbo lift. You gave him one last smile before the doors closed, a whole new bounce in your step as you made your way back to the lab, and to a very eager Nafula.

Meanwhile, in med bay.

“how long will it take him to wake up?” Kirk asked if he looked over at your ex who lay on one of the beds.

“could be hours…could be days” bone shrugged.

“Bones?”

“I may have not looked when I gave him the hypo” he shrugged again, causing Kirk to laugh.

“listen, I'm sure you heard what all he said about (Y/N) be glad I only put him ta sleep. I got a whole lab of different diseases I could ‘ave slipped in there” he told him, southern drawl getting thicker when he thought of your ex's words.

“I know Bones. Well either way, even if he isn't up we'll dump him off at Veridia’s med bay, he'll be their problem” he told him before slapping him on the shoulder and stepping out of the room.

“Good riddance” Bones stated, before heading to his other patients.

So there it is! It started off being inspired by this imagine I posted, but then just completely did it's own thing lol. But first Star Trek fanfiction! Whoooo! Glad I could finally contribute to this fandom 😊.

Let me know what ya thought!

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Is it.. Is it possible to ask for Fem! Epilogue Josh x reader?? NSFW or not, I just need to know more of that chubby woman!! If you're open to that, of course.

Your fics keep are always the best thing to look forward to, you are cool af!!

(YES YES YES YESS!!!

Title:"Jealousy and Confessions with Johanna levy

The night was supposed to be like any other sleepover with Johanna—movies, snacks, the usual banter. But tonight, there was something different in the air, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It was after you’d mentioned your fictional crush on Spock again, a harmless comment about how his logic and stoic demeanor made him so attractive in his own way.

Johanna, who usually rolled her eyes at your crushes, was suddenly tense. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the screen, her hand gripping the couch a little too tightly.

"Spock, huh?" she muttered, her voice a little sharper than usual. "I mean, sure, the guy's an ice-cold genius, or whatever. Just a perfect little alien."

You raised an eyebrow. Something was off. "Yeah, he’s great. What about it?"

Johanna’s eyes flicked to you briefly before she looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. She was squirming in a way that wasn’t like her. "Nothing," she said quickly, though it came out more like a hiss than an answer.

You were about to ask what was going on, but Johanna cut you off, her tone rising with irritation. "It’s just... perfect, right?" she sneered, her voice cracking slightly as she tried to cover up her emotions. "The guy’s got it all—brains, cool demeanor, not to mention... he’s not a mess like me. Yeah, I get it. He’s your ideal, right? You’d rather be with him, wouldn't you?"

The words stung more than you expected. It wasn’t like Johanna to speak like this. You’d seen her angry before, but this was... something else. Her jealousy was simmering, and it wasn’t just about Spock. It was about you.

"Johanna," you said, your voice softer now, "What are you talking about? You’re nothing like him, but that doesn’t mean—"

"No, it means everything!" she snapped, cutting you off. "It’s exactly what it means. You’re always talking about these perfect characters. Like Spock or whoever else you’ve got your eyes on. And me? I’m just... me." Her voice wavered now, a crack in her bravado that she couldn’t hide. "I’m chubby, I wear dumb oversized shirts, I’m a blowhard, and I have no idea what the hell I’m doing half the time. I’m a mess, and no one would ever pick me."

Your heart dropped. You knew Johanna had issues with her self-image, but hearing it come from her mouth, hearing the venom she spat at herself—it hit you like a punch.

"Stop," you said, getting closer to her, but she turned away, shaking her head.

"No," Johanna said bitterly. "You don’t get it, okay? You’re too busy fantasizing about perfect Spock and people like him. And I’m just... not that, and I can’t compete with that. And it makes me so fucking mad, okay?" She laughed, but it was hollow. "Maybe you want someone like that. Someone perfect."

You felt your frustration boiling over. "What the hell are you even talking about, Johanna? I’m not talking about Spock! I don’t care about some fictional guy, alright? I care about you!"

She froze. The anger faded for just a second, but the vulnerability beneath it was almost too much to bear. Johanna’s eyes darted away from yours, but not before you saw the faint sheen of tears in her eyes.

"Yeah?" Her voice was small now, and there was a shaky laugh. "You care about me, huh? But I’m not perfect. I’m not like the girls you’re supposed to be into. I’m not pretty like the people you should want. You don’t even know if you’d want someone like me."

You reached for her again, more gently this time, but Johanna yanked herself away, her hands trembling. "No, I get it. I’m too much for you. Always too much. You probably think I’m too much, don’t you?" Her voice broke, and she clenched her fists in frustration.

Her face contorted in that familiar mixture of jealousy, pain, and pride, and then it all spilled out in a rush. "I like you, okay? I like you so much, and I don’t know if you could ever like me back. I don’t know if you could ever want someone like me." She glared at you then, but it was all too much to hide. Her breath was shallow, face flushed. "I know you don’t want someone like me, and it drives me insane that you talk about Spock like that, like he’s better than me. But I can’t stop myself from... from caring about you."

The confession hit like a wrecking ball. Johanna had exploded in a fit of jealousy, fear, and denial, all tangled up in a beautiful mess of emotions. She wasn’t just angry about Spock anymore; she was angry at herself for feeling so much.

You stood there, speechless for a moment, before taking her face in your hands, gently but firmly. Her eyes were wet now, the mask of sarcasm and pride completely gone.

"Johanna," you said softly, "You’re everything I need. I care about you. I’m not into Spock, or anyone else. I’m into you. Just you."

Her eyes widened as she processed your words, disbelief still flashing across her face. “But... I’m too much. You’re supposed to want someone... someone who fits what you want. Someone perfect.”

You smiled, shaking your head. "You’re perfect to me, Johanna. I don’t need anyone else. Just you. All of you. Even the mess."

She stood there, speechless, her heart racing as the realization hit her. Johanna was no longer hiding behind her walls. She was raw, vulnerable—and most importantly—she was yours.

And just like that, her tough exterior cracked, and her arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, her face buried in your shoulder as she let out a breathless, relieved laugh. "I’m so... fucking dumb," she muttered, but there was no anger in her voice. Just relief, mixed with the beautiful chaos that was Johanna.

"You’re not dumb," you whispered, pulling her in closer. "You’re perfect. To me, you are."

Johanna’s breath was shaky as she clung to you, her body pressed against yours in a way that sent electricity coursing through your veins. You could feel the heat from her skin, the rawness of everything she’d just spilled, and for a moment, everything else faded. It was just the two of you, tangled up in this mess of emotions, this beautiful mess.

"I’m sorry," she muttered again, her voice muffled against your shoulder. "I don’t know what came over me... I just... I get so caught up in my own head and I—"

You gently pulled her away, your hands still cupping her face, lifting her gaze to meet yours. Her eyes were wet, still shining with vulnerability, but there was something else too—something that told you she was ready. You weren’t going to let her doubt herself any longer.

"Stop apologizing," you whispered, your voice low, soft. "Johanna, you don’t have to be sorry for feeling something real." You leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I’m here. For you. Always."

Her lips parted, her breath shallow, and in that moment, everything felt like it was leading up to this one, inevitable thing. The silence between you felt too heavy to last any longer, and without thinking, you leaned in, your lips gently pressing against hers.

Johanna froze for just a moment, as if in disbelief, but the second her lips touched yours, something in her gave way. It was a slow kiss at first, tentative and careful, as if both of you were testing the waters, unsure of what this meant or where it would lead. But then, Johanna’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, and her kiss deepened, the tension between you dissolving into something much more tangible.

Her lips were soft, hesitant at first, but then they became more demanding, as if the weight of everything she’d been holding back was finally pouring into this one simple act. Her tongue brushed against yours, tentative but eager, and you responded in kind, hands moving to her back, pulling her in even tighter.

The kiss felt messy, unpolished, but in that moment, it was perfect. Johanna was kissing you like she didn’t know how to stop, like she had no control over the emotions that had been bottled up for so long. You kissed her back just as fiercely, your body reacting to hers in ways you couldn’t ignore.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Johanna’s forehead rested against yours, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared at you in a daze.

"God, I’ve wanted that for so long," she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I didn’t think you’d ever... feel the same."

You chuckled softly, brushing her hair back again. "I feel it, Johanna. I’ve always felt it."

And in that moment, with her in your arms and her lips just inches away from yours, you knew this was only the beginning.

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[shhh-secret-time]

hello ^^, i saw your secret soulmate au about craig, i don't have the words to explain how much i giggled, twirled my hair and everything XD! well, when you have the time, could you do a craig x clyde x reader smut? of course, if you feel comfortable with it! reader can be female or gn. it's practically normal smut but just craig fucking the reader from behind and clyde from the front, so that's it! tysm for reading, i love your writing too! <33 -✨️ Anon (I'm still new to tumblr so i might get confused on some things sometimes!)

Completely understandable, I too am confused with how tumblr works and I've been on this godless site since fucking Dash Con. I'm glad you liked the way I wrote those dorks! And thank you for fueling my Clyde agenda!

Warning: NSFW, Strong-Language, Dirty Talk, Slight Sub/Dom dynamics, blow jobs, orgasm denial, threesome

Pairing: Clyde x Fem!Reader x Craig

The sweet air of the votives swirls around the empty church. Empty except for the dim orange and red light that illuminates the book in the man's hand.

A woman at his feet, clothed in fine silks. A mix of reds and whites that twine together. Beautiful patterns of stars flow across the dress.

She dips her head in prayer alongside the man. The father of the church glides his fingers across her cheek as her mouth closes. Reciting scriptures of one's devotion for an unseen God. Everything in that moment was peaceful.

The warmth in the Father's eyes doesn't go unnoticed, the greens darken with a desire that he knows better than to have. It's difficult to hide the growing ache in his pants. More so when the woman's lips curl into a mischief smile, the warm glow of the candles makes them shine with an otherworldly glow. She looks up at him and her eyes fall deep into those pools of lust. Her hands break apart from that folded prayer and onto his black dress pants. They card up further against his thighs where they settle and clutch the material.

"Father, bless me...", a whisper that makes the Father groan.

Temptation never looked so sweet. This woman made his chest pound. Unholy thoughts flood his mind and go straight to his-

You let out a loud groan. Your forehead drops and hits the table beside your keyboard. The forgotten mug with now cold tea rattles.

Writer’s block, the very bane of any author’s existence. It's been haunting you for weeks now, making it impossible to get anything done. You've been stuck on this part of your romance novel the entire time. A part you were so excited to get to!

The buildup was perfect! You had calculated, plotted, and carefully crafted a budding romance between a witch and a holy man. A forbidden romance that took place within the walls of the church, the furthest outside the walls it went were the gardens that surrounded the area. The two fell in love after he saved her from the townsfolk claiming sanctuary.

Inspiration struck you like lightning after you fell in love with your partners. After publishing a sci-fi series, that honestly changed the name of how science fiction would be written forever, you met two fans at a book signing event. You had made a surprise appearance at a local library in some little town called South Park. Coming from the big city yourself, it was a huge surprise that anyone in the little town would actually be a fan of yours.

Apparently, you had quite a few. A man with bright red hair who had a black-haired man following alongside him. Both gushed about how the story inspired some kind of board game they played with their friends. A sweet blond woman who had the cutest southern accent you've ever heard. She gave you a piece of fan mail that had the most adorable sticker on it. Another black-haired man who dressed as Spock for some reason. He went on for a solid thirty minutes about a fanfic he wrote regarding the main character of your book and Star Trek's very own Captain Kirk.

Finally came the oddest duo you had ever met. The two were like day and night, a cat and a dog, fire and ice; the whole nine yards. A bright smile with baby brown eyes on one, and an ice-cold deadpan look with amber eyes to match on the other. At first you thought the brown-haired one was your fan and the man with the blue hat was just along for the ride.

"Haha! No way! I'm not into that..." He paused as if to stop himself from saying something he shouldn't, "...kinda stuff."

"That kind of stuff?" You repeat back at him, raising a brow.

"He means reading. He doesn't know how." The other spoke putting a hand on top of his head. With a little push he forced the brown-haired man's head down.

You giggled at that. The protests coming from the poor man was comical. You almost felt sorry for him, watching him struggle to move the taller man's hand off.

"Then I take it I'm signing this book out to you?" With a click of your pen, you look up at him.

The NASA jacket on the bright blue sleeves of his jacket should have given it away honestly. There's was a small tinge of a blush on his tan cheeks, almost hidden under the skin tone but you were able to make it out under the light. He looked away for a moment before nodding at you.

"Yeah."

"Name?"

"His name is Craig! He's a huge fan of yours by the way! So, if you could write something sweet for him that'd be awesome!" His friend chirped at you as he broke free from Craig's grip.

Craig's face twisted, those piercing eyes of his narrowed down. Before he could reach and grab him, the brown-haired man slid behind your chair. Putting his hand on your chair, he bent down to your level and tapped the blank white page.

"As you can see my big guy has a baaaaaad case of resting bitch face."

"Clyde..." the warning that slipped out of Craig's mouth made a shiver roll down your spine. It was even directed at you, and you felt threatened.

"So, you gotta imagine my surprise when he came home smiling! I was shocked! He didn't even smile when we started going out!" Clyde ignored him, an attest to his bravery. Or foolishness. Either way he continued, leaning down next to your ear. "Your book made him so happy, so it makes me happy. Think you could do that for me? Because he'll never ask you to do it for him."

You look up at him for a while, not even bothered that he had gotten closer to your face as he spoke. The browns in his eyes flickered with mischief but there were layers of love behind them. Chocolate that seemed to melt into tiny hearts when he spoke about Craig. It was honestly sweet, even if he was trying to tease his partner.

"How can I say no to that? I'd love to." You smiled at him and began writing on the empty page.

Yeah, who would have thought that fate would tie you to those two like that. Falling in love with Craig and Clyde was nothing like what they wrote in books or movies. It was a tornado of events that landed you in the eye of it all.

Despite their polar opposite personalities and looks, the two worked off each other well. Then when you got thrown in the middle, you filled in a little spot they desperately needed.

Clyde was social enough for the three of you. He was the one who reminded you and Craig that you needed to get out of the house. When you lock yourself away in your office, he would drag you out with a fun date idea. Movie nights, football games, arcade dates, and his favorite late-night walks. Doing the same to Craig who always seemed buried in work.

Craig gave off such scary dog privilege that you and Clyde never felt threatened. You could take those late-night walks with Clyde because you knew nothing would touch you with Craig following close behind.

That was nice sure, but under that scary looking shell was a soft teddy bear of a man. While he wasn't vocal with affection like Clyde, he was observant. Craig remembered everything, everything about you and Clyde's interests. If he saw something you mentioned in passing it was yours. Clyde needed new shoelaces because the ones on his favorite pair of red shoes were tearing? There was a new pack waiting for him on the table. You complained about the shift key on your keyboard sticking too much? An adorable keyboard that looked like a typewriter was found on your desk the next morning.

Then there was you. You have no idea how these two survived this long without you. Truth be told they don't either. Craig and Clyde couldn't cook to save their lives. Their diet consisted of diner food and Chinese takeout. While their house was clean enough, laundry was never put away or folded. Clyde was horrible at putting his dirty laundry in the bin and Craig was too tired most nights to even make it to bed. The final straw was when you took a shower, and their only soap was 3 in 1.

Absolutely not.

So, when you moved in things changed. When Craig was at work, you would take Clyde grocery shopping. Slowly you started him on simple dishes, working with him until he was comfortable in the kitchen. What was surprising was that he took to it quickly. He was a natural and before you knew it, he was cooking things you had never heard of. He had gone as far as looking up Peruvian dishes, practicing with spices and techniques that had your mouth watering. When you asked how he learned to do all of this, he gave you the biggest grin and told you it was YouTube.

When Craig came home that night to Chupe de Camarones it was the closest to crying you've ever seen from him.

Clyde really stepped up after that, feeling a sense of pride in taking care of you two. Seeing as you worked just as hard as Craig did. Clyde proclaimed something about being more than happy to be a malewife.

In return Craig started taking better care of himself, actually starting to care about his health. He stopped staying up so late and made use of the giant bed. Clean sheets and blankets that felt good on his skin. Even better that you and Clyde would be in it waiting for him. Clyde long passed out on your chest, a bit of drool sliding down the side of his face and onto your shirt. Not that you seemed to care as you just continued to read next to the little bedside lamp. Only pausing when you felt Craig's presence in the doorway.

Craig's smiles were rare, little treats from the universe to you. Ones like these where he smiles with love in his eyes. Where he kicks off his shoes and strips down to his boxers, crawling into bed next to you. Arms wrapping around Clyde and with a hand settling on your hips. A silent squeeze lets you know it's time to put the book down and join him.

How can you say no to a smile like that?

Of course, not every day was perfect. Your relationship took time to hash out. It was different being with two individuals at the same time, but you made it work. The three of you were committed to one another.

Now if only you could commit to this fucking scene.

Your head’s little meet and greet with the table must have been louder than you thought because whatever Clyde was yelling about in the living room stopped. It was one of the rare weekends where Craig was home and off work. Choosing to spend it watching some show with Clyde, listening to the man ramble on about something.

So wrapped up in your thoughts, you let out a scream when you finally lift your head and Clyde is right there beside you. His body bent over just like the day you met him. With his hand on the back of your chair and his face next to yours. Except instead of using, you as a shield from Craig, he's reading your computer screen.

While he doesn't understand what it takes to be an author, he sees the effect it has on you. Days like this where you take on the posture of a shrimp, forgetting to come out to eat.

His lips start pursed, but as he continues to scan over the screen they break out into a smirk. He covers his mouth in a fake surprise, a gasp with widened eyes.

"Babe! This is...scandalous! Spicy, naughty even! What are you doing writing something like this?" His dramatic act continues, forming some feign surprise.

"What are you doing using words with more than one syllable?" You shoot back with a little smirk.

It takes everything in your power not to laugh at the actual pout on his face. Try as you might, the giggles escape your lips, and it makes him smirk. He leans down and nuzzles his nose into your cheek.

"Maybe you're starting to rub off on me babe! I'm getting smarterer with you around!" You know he said that word wrong on purpose, just to get under your skin.

But he kisses you quiet before you can say anything. Holds your face in his hands so you can't pull away. You can taste the cherry chapstick on his lips, and the growing smile along with it.

"So, what's got you bashing your head into your desk baby? Craig and I heard a thump and got worried." He moves the kisses towards your forehead.

"Was it that loud?"

"Heard it over the tv." Craig's voice almost makes you leap out of your skin.

You bite your lip, looking down at the keyboard with a distant stare. The faded green and blue, spots where your fingers had smudged away the paint from typing so much.

"I'm just having trouble with this scene. I've been stuck on it for weeks now." You exhale softly.

Craig raises a brow and leans down on the other side of you. Both Clyde and Craig bent over to take a look at your screen. You're not sure why the fact both men reading your unfinished work makes you feel nervous, but it does. Or maybe it's the fact this is your first time writing a spicy scene like this.

"It's good. Never would have thought you'd go the Priest kink route." Craig says it so matter of fact, there's never hesitation in his voice. You can count on one hand the number of times you've seen him flustered, and even then, his tone is flat.

"I-I’m not into it! I just- you guys are only reading a snippet of my book! There's been a romance blossoming between the two the whole time!" You try to defend yourself, but it only makes Clyde's lips tug into a smirk.

The temptation to tease you was too great, it was being handed to him on a silver platter. Clyde leans up and walks next to Craig, leaning into his chest. The man wraps his arms around himself and lets out a dramatic sigh.

"A forbidden love! A tale as old as time! But what I wanna know babe-" Clyde stops and lets the tension build. It makes you glare at him as you turn in your office chair. "-is why the witch's descriptions are reaaaally close to mine."

"That's a woman Clyde! She's got short brown hair because it was cut off when she was running from the townsfolk! Brown eyes are common and beautiful! There's not enough representation for them!"

"Aaaaaand her dimples?" He points to his, the little spots in his cheeks that sink in when he smiles. "Plus, my eyes are totally beautiful."

"It's not you!"

"Oh, and the Father isn't Craig. Tan skin, black hair? You gave the Father green eyes but other than that, it fits Craig to a T." Craig actually nods along with what Clyde is saying. He's got his eyes closed as if this is some kind of philosophical debate.

"Are you serious right now Clyde?! This is why you two aren't allowed in my study!" Your face was burning now, hot and flushed from his teasing.

"What did I do?" Craig breaks the little fight with a simple question.

"Nodding your head along! You know what he's doing and you're encouraging it!"

"So, you took inspiration from your partners in your romance story. It's cute." He responds with a shrug. He looks down at Clyde who's still smugly leaning against his chest.

Your mouth falls open, you go to respond but nothing makes its way out. Your brows furrow. Arms crossed under your chest in a pout.

Had you unintentionally based your characters off your partners? Is that why the romance novel was easy to write up until this point?

Whatever the case may be here, you didn't like being called out. So, you do what you always do when they get like this, you turn in your chair and ignore them.

Usually this works, let's them know that you're not in the mood for their games. That you'd rather be left alone than entertain another minute of their shenanigans. But this time Clyde wasn't going to let you go. He grabs the back of your seat and wheels you back towards him and Craig.

"Baaaaabe don't pout. Look I'm sorry~." No, he's not. "But hey I've got an idea."

You let out a little huff, enough to where he knows you're not actually mad at him. If you were you would have picked your chair up and walked it back to your desk. Instead, you sit there and wait for him to continue.

"You're stuck on that scene, but I think you need a break. Sitting here and bashing your head against the table isn't going to fix that. Soooo..." He trails off, moving to stand in front of you.

His fingers glide across the side of your face, cupping your cheek so gently. Clyde guides your face up to look at him, behind that cocky smile of his he's got such love for you in his eyes. The way his thumb brushes across your cheek, making your heart flutter so slightly.

"What do you say Craig and I help you out a little babe?" Clyde guides your face up towards him. He presses his thumb against your lips just as his voice dips into that playful whisper.

You raise a brow at him in response. It's not until Craig puts his hand on your shoulders, that you piece together this wasn't just his idea. Thumbs pressed into your muscles working out the knots and tension. For such a hard worker, somehow Craig's hands always stay so soft. The worn-out oversized t-shirt you stole does little against his hands. The material is thin from how often it's been washed and worn.

His hands pull a soft moan from you, it feels too good to keep yourself silent. Clyde pushes his thumb past your lips and into your mouth, the digit presses down on your soft pink tongue. He all but purrs when watches you wrap your lips around it.

"See...let's work out some of that tension. We'll make you feel real good and give you a little inspiration." Clyde hums as he pulls his thumb out, smearing the saliva across your lips.

When he doesn't continue, you realize he's waiting for your confirmation. Waiting for you to agree to their little plan. But that doesn't stop Craig from bending down and placing a kiss on your cheek. He trails the kisses down to your jawline, using his nose to nudge your head to the side. Lulling your head to the side, you gave into the feeling. Craig's lips move to capture the exposed skin. You can feel just how eager he is from the way the kisses turn to nips then to full on bites. His teeth sinking into the soft parts of your flesh pulling another sharp gasp from you.

"Come on honey. Let us take care of you." After he's done leaving small love bites on your neck, Craig moves to your ear nipping the shell.

"Y-yeah that sounds...that sounds good." You move your hands up towards Craig, running your fingers through his hair. One of the rare moments he's not sporting his blue hat. "I could use a little break..."

"That's our girl." Clyde's praise goes straight to your core. He lifts you up from your office chair, hands cupping the back of your thighs for support. They give your thighs a little squeeze, digging his fingertips into your flesh.

Craig moves out of his way and goes to push your office chair back towards your desk. Clyde chuckles softly seeing the confused look on your face. Instead of protesting you wrap your arms around the brunette lazily throwing your arms around his neck.

"We're supposed to be relaxing, we're gonna get nice and comfy on the couch." He drops you down on the couch, making you bounce a bit. He laughs when you let out a gasp of surprise.

"You ass." Your grumbles fall on deaf ears. Clyde just runs his fingers through your hair and gives it a harsh tug. It makes you cry out, craning your neck up towards him.

"Sweetheart, that's not very nice. You're being a brat right now." He tuts, feigning disappointment.

"You dropped me on the-" You suck in another cry when he tugs your head to the side, that firm grip on your roots sending a shiver down your spine.

"Hm? You were saying something? I did what?"

Clyde's smug little smirk made your blood boil. But his fingers in your hair felt too good to protest further. Especially when he switched between tugging and massaging his fingertips into your scalp. You watched his eyes flicker from yours to behind you. Before you could turn around to get a glimpse of what he was staring at, Craig's hands slid down your back.

Gently, much more than Clyde, he pushes you down towards Clyde. His other hand comes down to grab your ankle, pulling your leg back towards him. Once your knee is tucked against the couch, he does the same to the other leg.

If your face wasn't burning up before it certainly is now. Just as you go to hold yourself up with your hands, Clyde removes his hand from your hair and takes you by the wrist. Guiding you up towards him, he places them on the hems of his sweatpants. The grey university sweatpants do little to hide his hardening cock, you watch it twitch against the fabric.

"This is about where you left off right? She was about to take the Father's cock out of his pants?" Clyde says watching as you slowly pull his sweatpants down. He lets out a low chuckle that turns into a moan when you slip your fingers around his cock. "That's it, now keep your eyes on me baby."

There's a moment of hesitation as you bring the tip closer to your mouth. The bright red tip glides across your plump lips begging for you to open. His hand returns to your hair, smoothing down your locks from his earlier manhandling.

The gentle touch makes you look up towards him, just like he requested. There really was something so intimate about those chocolate brown eyes of his. Past that smirk and layers of darkened lust, there was devotion. The feeling of your hands on him alone made him weak in the knees. You put that to the test, pressing just a little kiss on the tip. Dabbing your tongue against his leaking member. Just from that alone he's letting out the prettiest moans.

"Sh-shit, c’mon don't tease me." That cocky attitude of his melts. You almost laugh at how easy it is to break him down. He was puddy in your hands.

With a little hum you move your hand up and down his shaft, creating enough friction to make him buck his hips towards you. He nudges his cock further into your mouth, pushing past your lips. The underside of his cock glides down against your tongue, smearing the pre-cum along with it.

So caught up in your little game, you almost forgot about Craig behind you. Almost. It's hard to forget him when he's got his hands all over you. Large palms cupping any exposed skin. Craig takes his time exploring every curve he can get ahold of. His nose nuzzled into the back of your head. His breath tickling the shell of your ear. Just the sight of your mouth around Clyde's member alone is enough to make him growl.

Neither men are patient when it comes to you. Craig shoves whatever is left of your pajamas down and off you, he doesn't bother with your shirt as it'll pull you away from your lover. Instead, he decides it'll make the perfect handle. He bunches it up until it collects at the collar. His hands grip the shirt and tug it backwards, making your hips rock back into him.

Somewhere along the way he stripped away his pants. The barrier between the both of you was the thin material of your underwear and his dark blue boxers. While Craig wasn't as vocal as Clyde was, with his teasing and little whimpers, he could be just as unfair if not more.

Grinding against your cunt slowly, grabbing and groping at your ass the entire time. He digs his nails into your skin, leaving little crescent moons. Craig rewards good behavior not with sweet words, but by giving you what you so desperately want.

He waits until you've got all of Clyde's cock in your mouth before he finally shoves your underwear down. It makes it to your knees before he just decides to leave them there. Too many times he got impatient and just ripped them off, and too many times you scolded him for it.

The hand in your hair pulls you back from his cock. Clyde moves your head back just enough to where only the tip remains, then slowly he brings you back down. Pushing you all the way down his length until your nose hits his stomach. You watch as his muscles flex under his skin like he's trying to resist letting his head lull back. He needs so badly to keep his eyes on yours, loving the attention you're giving him.

"Your mouth feels so good." He whines when he reaches the back of your throat. You gag around him, and it pulls another whimper from him.

Your hand slides down his thighs, using it to hold you up. The other hand is still being held by Clyde's grip. His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding it up near his shoulder. Craig waits until Clyde rocks you back again, using the momentum to slip inside your wet folds. A pleased hum rumbles from his chest. You can feel it from how he's pressing his entire body against yours.

Just as slowly as Clyde moves your head, Craig pushes further into your cunt. The two find a slow and steady rhythm with one another. When Craig snaps his hips against you, it pushes Clyde's cock further down your throat. Your moans vibrating around him causing him to moan loudly in return. Clyde's whimpers and whines get louder when you dig your nails into his thighs. In return the grip on your hair is tightened. Creating this delicious cycle of pleasure.

"Baby, please. I wanna fuck your throat. You gonna let me? I need it so bad, please." Clyde's begging spurs something in you. Gives you the feeling of control even if you’re physically stuck between the two. From the beads of sweat that trail down his body and the way his body is shaking, you know he's at his limit.

You're able to pull back just enough, his cock springs up with a little bounce. Craig slows down just enough to let you talk, but you can tell he's not happy about it. The way his grip on your shirt tightens, you're sure he'll rip it soon.

"If I snap my fingers, you stop, okay?" You say giving him the okay. He caresses your face and presses a kiss onto your face, letting you know he understands the boundaries you've set.

At first, he's careful when he pushes his cock back into your mouth. You reward him with a swirl of your tongue, rubbing against the veins that are popping out.

"He's so needy." Craig huffs as he leans back up. The assault on your neck stops, but he's left it covered in bright red and purple marks. No amount of makeup will cover up what he's done.

You don't need to see him to know that he's smirking at it. Taking pride in the fact that he's marked you up. Or the pride making Clyde blush from his comment.  Craig's hips snap back into you, the force much sharper than his previous lazy thrusts. They're calculated, each time he pushes deep inside you he hits that spot that has you seeing stars. Clyde's hips take up the same pace, shoving his cock into the back of your throat.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks. Moans turn to muffled cries, yet everything feels too good to stop. They're rough paced fucking brings your mind to a haze. All you can focus on is feeling good and making them feel good.

Craig's close, you can tell from the way he starts to lose rhythm. He's having a harder time controlling those grunts and growls. A hard time not leaving bruises on your skin from how rough he's holding onto you. He's long since let your shirt go, instead grabbing onto the back of the couch. But he waits until he feels that familiar clench around his cock. The way your walls clamp down around him as you cum. The only warning being the high-pitched muffled moan that gets swallowed by Clyde.

His hips slam into you one more time before he pulls out. Grabbing the base of his cock, he shoots that hot thick load onto your back. Heavy amounts of cum drip down your spine making you whine and shiver. Clyde can't take his eyes off the way his partner paints your backside. It makes a trail of drool slip down his chin.

The poor man can't do it anymore, he can't stop his eyes from rolling up to the back of his head. Not when your moans vibrate up him and your throat tightens from choking on him. He needs this release.

"I'm gonna cum baby. Please, let me cum. Let me cum in your mouth." Clyde all but cries in between panting. His begging dissolves into your name and the word please over and over again.

His flickering eyes catch yours again. It's when you give him a little wink and a hum, his cock violently twitches and cum spills from his tip. His cum is sweeter than normal, it makes it easier to swallow.

Slowly he pulls out of your mouth with one final whimper. It isn't until Craig swipes his thumb over his cheek that you realize he had tears streaming down them. Clyde presses his cheek into Craig's hand and lets out a pleased sigh. Once he knows Clyde is okay, Craig stands up and goes to get a towel to help clean your back. He does the same to your face, swiping away the left-over tears.

"Feeling better?" Clyde asks as he helps pull your underwear up. "Nice and relaxed?"

You nod and rest your head against his chest. "You've got good ideas sometimes."

"I've got wrinkles on my brain." He smirks to himself, taking your little praise miles.

Craig comes back after tossing the towel in the dirty laundry with a large blanket. He throws it over both of you before climbing in next to you. He lays his head down on Clyde's and grabs the tv remote.

"Kitchen Nightmare or Hell’s Kitchen?"

"Kitchen Nightmares! I need some petty British accents after my orgasm denial!"

You scrunch up your nose at Clyde’s comment. Almost wanting to pull back. "Smooth brain behavior."

"Smooth brain behavior." Craig chimes in.

The three of you relax into the couch, almost ready for the group nap that comes with the afterglow of love making. That is until inspiration strikes you again. Your eyes light up and you go to wiggle out of their hold. But Craig's arms are faster, they keep you firm against his chest. Clyde's hands come down a moment later, cupping your hips.

"Nope. You're staying right here."

"Guys! No! I just figured out how I'm gonna get that chapter finished! You gotta let me go! I gotta do it!" Your pleads are wasted, like they're not even heard.

"No. You're warm and I'm tired."

"That's not my fault or my problem."

"I'm making it your problem. Sit still."

"You know Tucker bear isn't going to let go. You're fighting a losing battle babe." Craig at least has the decency to let Clyde finish before pinching him. You know Clyde's nickname for him makes him grumpy. His little yelp makes you giggle.

"Fine....at least until you fall asleep."

"Look if you think you can get out of his hold, then be my guest. You earned it at that point." Clyde's smirk returns. He throws his leg over yours and tucks it in between Craig's knees.

"Fuck you." Your eyes narrow up at him. He's not as slick as he thinks he is, trying to cage you in with a sleepy Craig.

"Again? So soon. You're insatiable babe. Let us recover first." Clyde presses a kiss into the top of your head, pulling back before you can headbutt him.

His hand guides your head back down onto his chest and he just chuckles. It doesn't take long before Craig is passed out with his head nuzzled into the curve of your waist. Holding you like a teddy bear against his chest. Clyde's smile grows when he sees you trying to fight off sleep. But it eventually takes you and you lose the battle. He turns the tv down just a bit, deciding to join the both of you.

That chapter can wait another day.

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10 characters/10 fandoms/10 tags

the always amazing @aevallare tagged me <3 sooooo:

Astarion Ancunin (Baldur's Gate 3) - getting the obvious one out of the way early. you put a character in front of me who gets mad at you for being good and kind because no one has ever been that to him, who is a bitch and that's a feature not a bug, and im not supposed to become deeply obsessed with that? he is everything. to me.

Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb) - tamsyn muir WHEN will my wife come back from the war? Devotion even when you hate it. Being a weapon in more ways than even you are aware of. Love when you don't know what love is, really, getting it wrong and right at the same time. Gideon @ Harrow is just "its rotten work. especially to me especially if its you. i'll fucking do it but christ alive."

Murderbot (The Murderbot Diaries) - i think i am one of the only people who thinks that Murderbot is on the fem-presenting side of androgynous but i do think that and i'm right. I haven't read the latest book yet. Being forced to interrogate an in-between space, Murderbot's "dont look at me" in combination with vulnerability, the desire to cut and run and figure yourself out and then, like. not actually figuring yourself out much. did the running help? did escaping do anything? or should you have stayed?

Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) - Cringefail fuck-up pirate my beloved, i hate watching him do things it's like looking in a mirror. Theater kid playing dress up, steeped in self-doubt and trying to get everyone to talk about their feelings. In season one he looks at his own life and says "is anyone going to ruin this?" and doesn't wait for an answer. I want to kiss him in the moonlight. Every time I think about him I want to throw up. <3

Keyleth (Critical Role) - The weight of the world on her shoulders because she's been raised to lead her people, and all that simmering rage she tries to keep under wraps, and then she only gets a tiny bit of time with the person she loves before she has to live for years and years and years and watch everyone she cares about leave her. Archdruids with timeless body are an existential nightmare.

Alex Louis Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist) - okay listen. when i rewatched fmab in college, I was fully ready to fall in love with Riza. I was very surprised when I realized that it was not the badass with the gun I was fixated on, but the. big muscle-y guy who cries a lot and gets used for comic relief 60% of the time. but. im here. i love him. the ishval flashbacks got to me.

Blue (This is How You Lose the Time War) - Loving someone enough you're willing to let them close enough to kill you. The inherent rot beneath blooming things. Taking the slow path. Not leaving well enough alone. Love, but with teeth. I'm so normal about her (lying)

Cora Sabino (Noumena Series) - I wish I could tell everyone to read Axiom's End because I loved it, but I cant because the sequel fucked me up so bad. Its good! but god the atmosphere is so oppressive and Cora's struggle with depression is extremely real for an alternate history story that asks the question "what if we found out aliens were real during the bush administration?" I was legitimately unwell.

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) - I just think he's the funniest guy with a laser sword. so repressed. had one of the most grey-jedi masters to ever do the damn thing. bitchy. the chosen one is his padawan. honestly he had to know anakin was sneaking out to canoodle with padme and just decided it wasn't his problem. calls himself fucking ben on the hell sand planet. why was he like that.

Spock (Star Trek) - this is the most "i just think he's neat" of all of them. i inherited this blorbo. this blorbo was handed down to me from my mom. he was hers first, im just picking up the torch. "guy who acts like he has no emotions but every seven years enters a fuck or die frenzy" im sorry but that's. that's too good. i have no choice but to rotate him in my mind.

I cannot tag 10 people but i will tag @asterordinary and @werewolfnobody and if anyone else wants to do it go for it! tag me so i can read your response!

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Captain Christopher Pike, the rec list

I had this almost finished and ready to post, and then the kitten wiped everything, so here it is, a gazillion years later than I wanted. Yay. 

Ongoing - the fic is complete, but not all chapters are posted

WIP - fic isn’t finished

Incomplete - last-updated-more-than-a-year-ago WIPs

recs under the cut; spoilers abound

AOS

Gen

Pike’s Office by AnxiouslyGoing. Poor Jim has a Tarsus related panic attack, and ends up sleeping in Pike’s office/on Pike’s lap. Academy Era, bonus appearance by Spock, dad!Pike. 2k oneshot.

Another Life by LullabyKnell. Time travel fix it for ST2009. As ever, LullabyKnell gave us a spectacular, delightfully well-written fic. Dadmiral Pike, even if he’s technically a captain at this point. No pairings, everything is platonic. 12 chapters, 61k, T. Complete. 

Watching the Cloud of Dust by AngelQueen. Pike runs into Spock Prime while seeing the Enterprise off. Cue melancholy fluff (it follows Spock Prime around like a dog). 1.7k oneshot, G.

Phil Boyce/Chris Pike

horizons universe by gracieminabox. Massive, massive series spanning the whole of Chris’ life. Not canon compliant, i.e. Pike Lives. “Christopher Pike, in word and in deed.” Series, 263k in seventeen parts, G-E. 

Altered Horizons by InsaneSociopath. The bar fight goes very differently because Chris gets elbowed in the face. Featuring depressed!bipolar!Chris, who is Not Having A Good Time, Emergency Department (ED) doc Bones, and mother-hen!Jim. Phil is essentially Sir Not Appearing In This Fic, but he and Chris are married. Seven chapters, 14k, G. Incomplete. I adore this one. 

When Darkness Drifts by InsaneSociopath. Tarsus fic. Jim gets adopted by Starfleet but still ends up on Tarsus, except Chris is there. All Tarsus-related warnings apply. Jim and Chris centric; Phil is most present in the last few chapters. Six chapters, 44k, M. Complete. 

Kinktober 2017 by nerdqueenenterprise. What it says on the tin. Series, 13k in eight parts, T-E. Complete. 

A Vacation Long Overdue by nerdqueenenterprise. Reunion sex, mostly. They haven’t seen each other in six months, so they take leave on a remote beach. ~9k oneshot, E. 

The Weight of a Man by imachar. Another huge series charting the evolution of Chris and Phil’s relationship. Both canon compliant and canon non-compliant, so there’s a choice if you want it. Series, 174k in sixteen parts, M-E. Complete. 

shatterproof by gracieminabox. Will Make You Cry. Phil’s POV, STID compliant, featuring a picture from their early days. 4.3k oneshot, M.

Winged Desires and Veiled Persuasions by imachar. Post-Narada, ignores/was written before STID. Bones ends up hanging out with Phil and Chris at Spuhura’s wedding reception, and then the three of them have sex in Phil and Chris’ hotel suite. Pretty much pure smut. 12k oneshot, E. 

McPike

The Wind and Its Satellite by severinne. Long series, some BDSM, eventual Bones/Jim/Pike. Something of a McPike classic. Series, 186k in twenty parts, M-E.

Partridge Fallen From the Pear Tree by severinne. Post-divorce Bones works as a prostitute to make ends meet. Pike comes to town to recruit him, ends up paying for a night without knowing Bones is Bones, and then they both freak the fuck out when Pike realizes who he is. More-or-less just smut and angst. Pre-canon. Three chapters, 12k, E. Complete.

Singularities Verse by FrancescaMonterone. Bones and Pike fall in love, Pike adopts Chekov, Jim is Jim. Bonus Admirals Archer and Reed, and Archer/Reed. Mostly pre-canon, ace Pike. Series, 81k in six parts, T. WIP. 

Need by Noranem. Post STID, Pike and Bones invite Jim into their relationship and their bed. Established McPike, early days Bones/Jim/Pike. Four chapters, 12k, E. Complete. 

Pirk

See All The Stars by HoneyBeeBritt. Chris and Jim fell in love some time before Daystrom. Fluff and angst, with a happy ending promised in part four. I come back to this one regularly, especially part one. Series, 6.2k in three parts, T-M. Ongoing.

Shining On The Quay by topaz. Post-Narada through Beyond, ignores STID. Chris and Jim fall in love, get together, and figure out how to keep a relationship going when one of them is in space and the other is an admiral. Series, 32k in three parts, E. Complete. 

You Still Got Wheels, Kid by withthepilot. Yes, this is partially on here because it’s one of the few (good) fem!Pike fics. Pre-canon, Pike finds out Jim’s alive because she (not Winona or Sam) is listed as his emergency contact. Prostitute Jim. Takes place two years before canon, I think. 12k oneshot, E. 

Moments along the path by InsaneSociopath. Jim, through no fault of his own, is assigned to Pike as an aide bc Command thinks he’s a loose cannon. Pike is delighted /s. (he warms up eventually.) Some Tarsus PTSD; also a fair amount of fluff. Academy Era slow burn that goes right through to (immediately) post-Narada. 46k oneshot, M. Second chapter is artwork. Long but 100% worth it. 

How Do You Want Me, How Do You Want Me? by babykid528. Get together via smut. Feelings abound but talking about them does not. 3k oneshot, E. 

The Ocean Between Us by severinne. They get a drink in a bar. They’re both dead. Something of a get-together fic. Can and Will sucker punch you with feels. STID compliant. 1k oneshot, T.

Mutual Profusion of Good Feeling (aka Wherein the Aliens have a Flair for Mood Lighting) by kayliemalinza. This doesn’t really count as Pirk, but it’s not platonic enough for the gen category. Away mission, the premise is ‘aliens made them do it’ but there’s no sex or fade to black. Romantic, I guess? I really don’t know, but the prose is gorgeous. Also a Pike Lives/returns to the Enterprise AU. 5k oneshot, T.

Timeline Shenanigans

In plain view by IceCream_Junkie, Killermanatee. Pike/Pike. What can I say? The image of Greenwood’s Pike and Mount’s Pike together is very pretty. 2k oneshot, E.

Out of This World by TheAsexualofSpades. Space Puns. That is all. 1.1k oneshot, G. 

Discovery/quasi-SNW

Gen

A Small Storm by EKthered. Spock goes to visit his captain and ends up comforting him instead. Post Boreth. 2.3k oneshot. 

you were never broken by ordinary things by SiderumInCaelo. Michael Burnham & Chris Pike. Michael has only an inkling of what’s going on, but she manages to comfort Chris anyway. Post Boreth. 1.2k oneshot. 

Piler | Chris Pike/Ash Tyler

the chair and the badge by ninjamcgarrett. The boys are soft and in love. Lots of smut, but a fair amount of plot. Their respective traumas are addressed too, so there’s plenty of h/c. Honestly? My favorite from this pairing. Series, 59k in five parts, M-E. Ongoing. 

Reality by aishahiwatari. Initially a take on how these two idiots settled their differences, and evolution from there. Part two is post-season two of Disco. Series, 5k in two parts, E. Complete.

survival is insufficient by topaz. Post-Disco; they get together to remember Discovery’s crew, and then they get together. Traumas are addressed. Part two is a sort-of case fic, TW starvation. Series, 33k in two parts, E. WIP.

Feeling Too Deeply by NightOfTheLand. Established Piler, post-Disco season two couch sex. 6k oneshot, E. 

dancing to a beat of our own, flying with the speakers blown by wolfhalls. Neither of them want to talk about anything, aka Horrible Coping Mechanisms TM. Bottom Pike, quasi-hurt/comfort. 2.7k oneshot, E. 

Christmas in Sickbay by lah_mrh. Chris is accident- and injury-prone and has a new reason to hate spiders. Ash just wants to spend time with his boyfriend. 1k oneshot, G. 

The Pillow Will Disappear When I Forget I Put a Pillow There, Worry Not by prototype_malice. Sleepy fluff and cuddles. (they deserve it.) 665 words, oneshot, G. 

Chris Pike/Una | Number One 

it will take place without witnesses by love_in_the_time_of_kohlinahr. Post Disco, Pike is struggling with the knowledge of his future, so he and Una play chess until stupid o’clock in the morning (as one does), and then he lowkey has a panic attack. Una POV. Also features sleepy sex, but it isn’t plot-important and can be skipped over, if you wish. 2k oneshot, E. 

Overtime by Astronoddingoff. Una has Thoughts about Chris working doubles for the better part of a week. Also men get pegged. Definite sub!Chris. 7k oneshot, E. 

Terminal Velocity by Astronoddingoff. Una pegs Chris and drags his favorite fantasy out of him. Chris is On Board with all of this. Implied poly!Chris (i.e. Boyce/Pike) and hardcore switch/sub vibes from Chris. 6.8k oneshot, E. 

All for One by knightinmourning. D/s universe, where Pike had/has to hide the fact that he’s a sub to make (and stay) captain. Mostly reccing for part two, which has a fair amount of hurt/comfort (and also hints at threatened sexual assault and definite torture; be forewarned). Technically also Chris/Phil and Chris/Spock, but there’s no pairing sex, and part two is entirely Una’s POV. Series, 4.2k in two parts, M-E. Probably incomplete. 

A Gentle Touch by jedi_harkness. Chris and Una shower together. Body worship, no sex. So Much Fluff (and also happy tears). It’s super sweet. 1.7k oneshot, T.

Phil Boyce/Chris Pike

Decompression by Astronoddingoff. Chris is elated by a recent treaty success and the time spent dirtside. Phil does his best to make him even happier. Lowkey sub Pike. Implied poly!Chris (i.e. Pike/One). 3.5k oneshot, E. 

Most Pike/Boyce fics fall under the AOS tags

Una/Phil/Chris

Triangulate by Astronoddingoff. Sex pollen, but they’re already-kind-of-mostly in an established relationship. Recent miscommunications lead to angst. They all love each other and they’re all idiots. Lowkey sub Pike. Two chapters, 20k, E. 

Holy by Astronoddingoff. Self-actualizing featuring religious guilt/conflict, i.e. Pike is a sub and religion is weird about enjoying yourself. 2.7k oneshot, E. 

Happy Birthday by MeganMoonlight. It’s Phil’s birthday. Cue breakfast in bed. 530 word oneshot, G. 

[labyrinthof-fan-fiction]

Two Ships Passing in the Night {4}

Series Masterlist

Spock x fem!Reader then Bones x fem!Reader

AOS

Summary: Time aboard the Defiance as captain is new, but you think you will be able to handle it, as long as you don’t lose it on a diplomat. Jim is determined to beat down the walls around Leonard’s existence.

A/N: Hi, it’s been a while. I have a plan for this story, so many nice parts, that are towards the end, still working on the bulk of it. But here’s an update! I do not own Star Trek or any of its characters

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Language.

Word Count: 1,536

You made the way to the bridge of your ship. It was surreal being captain, watching ensigns salute and scatter away. You took the captain’s chair. So many times you had seen Jim take his seat, you wondered how he managed. You stared out across the hangar, you would be taking the ship into space in a few hours, you had managed to get a few moments to yourself on the bridge. There was something daunting about sitting in the captain’s chair, having all of those lives in your hands. And now you had even more lives to worry about, your hand rested on your abdomen.

When you accepted this appointment you had worried it would be ripped out of your hands because you were going to have a child. It seemed that Starfleet had decided your existence was good press, or at least better press than sending you out on the Enterprise. You had been in the hangar when they took off. You stayed in the back of the crowd, but Leonard saw you, he waved as they sent off on their excursion. You were one of the last people in the hangar watching the ship float away into the stars.

The prospect of a child had scared you initially, petrified you. Everything you had worked for was wiped off the table permanently. Sure, there were things that could be done, things you could do to handle it, but you could not bring yourself to go through with any of them. You chuckled to yourself, the notion that your world would end with a child was such an antiquated idea. Your world would continue, just not in the path you had always planned for. You sighed, “I promise to give you the universe little one, I may not be able to give you a perfect family life. But the stars, the universe, even worlds. These are what I will offer you.” You whispered in your chair. Heart aching for the crew you had spent so much time with. Feeling like something was missing as you looked around your bridge.

Realistically, you knew that you would see them again, Jim, Leonard, Scotty, even Spock. Maybe before the five years were up, diplomats could be sent behind their excursions. You had to tell yourself that you would see them again, sooner than later.

“Sir.” Your first mate, T’ral, a Vulcan greeted. “We are beginning loading the crew, we will be ready in an hour.”

You nodded. “Thank you, are you ready?”

She tilted her head, “I am.”

A smile played across your lips. The parallels of the Defiance and Enterprise made you chuckle. Having a Vulcan first mate had been a bit of a surprise, but you knew that even in the most dire of circumstances, having a Vulcan at your side was a great asset. “Glad to hear it.”

T’ral glanced down at your hand resting on your stomach. “How are you feeling?” She asked.

“Well, thank you.” You carefully took your hand away from your stomach. The crew was aware they were serving a pregnant captain, no one was out of the loop, but you still felt the need to hide.

“If you require, I have several remedies from my mother, for pregnancy. I know your condition is unique. I doubt that I will be needing them soon, but if you require.” T’ral said gently.

You smiled at her. “Thank you.”

Her lips remained in a thin line, but you knew that she was being kind. You looked to the monitors as you heard the sounds of the crew beginning to board the ship. The journey was going to begin, your PADD beeped, you glanced down to see a message from Leonard. Good luck, Captain. You smiled and typed back a quick thank you.

Leonard sat in his office, it had been surprisingly quiet on the Enterprise. No injuries to speak of, for two weeks. It was a goddamn miracle, he thought for a moment about putting up one of those old signs. “It has been blank days since our last incident.” He glanced down at his PADD smiling when he received the thank you message from you.

The ship felt odd without you, like there was an emptiness. Leonard knew it wasn’t just the ship that felt odd, it was him too. He sighed and pulled out his bottle of whiskey, that was definitely standard issue for all doctors, especially doctors serving onboard a ship with James Kirk as Captain. As he poured a glass a telltale head of blonde hair poked just inside his office door.

“Jesus Jim, give a man a warning.” He grumbled, grabbing another glass from his desk.

Jim sat across from him, accepting the whiskey from his friend. “You want to talk about it?”

Leonard took a sip of the whiskey and looked over at Jim, “Talk about what?”

Jim chuckled and took a long swig of whiskey, wincing as he swallowed. “Strong shit.” He muttered, “Whatever it is that has you in such a mood.”

Leonard sighed, swirling the glass of whiskey, watching the amber liquid spin in the glass. “It’s nothing.”

“Bones, don’t tiptoe around the subject. She’s on another ship.” Jim snapped, putting his feet up on Leonard’s desk. Leonard had to bite his tongue to keep from snapping at the captain.

“She’s on another ship, what more do I need to say?” He grumbled, still watching the whiskey.

“She’s captaining another ship and she is pregnant.” Jim said, meeting his friend’s eyes.

Leonard took a swig of the whiskey in the glass. “She is.”

Jim remained silent for a moment, hoping that his friend just might elaborate. When the silence became longer and more uncomfortable Jim decided to poke the bear. “Dammit Bones, I get more of a reaction out of Spock when I talk to him.”

Leonard’s hazel eyes clouded, “Don’t you dare compare me to him. Don’t even think about it.”

Jim smirked into his glass, he had hit a nerve. “Then talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say Jim? She is going to be a galaxy away, she’s pregnant, with another man’s child. I can never be there for her in the ways that I wanted. She’s on a whole other ship. I’ve lost my chances and all I can do is hope that I can send her messages on the PADD and check her medical logs to make sure she and the baby are okay.” Leonard ranted. “Everything I ever could have wanted is across the galaxy and I might see her in five years, but who knows what will happen to her in five years. I was around and she ended up with someone else.”

“But who was there when she got the news?” Jim asked, taking a sip of the whiskey. “It wasn’t the father of the child, it was you.”

For some reason that comforted Leonard, brought him a small bit of peace. “I miss her already, Jim.”

“I think, she’ll be waiting for you.” Jim said, glancing at his friend. While it wasn’t quite the confession he had been looking for, it was more than he had been able to get out of him for weeks.

You sighed, you had been captaining the Defiance for a month now, shuttling diplomats across the universe, hosting parties onboard the ship. And you would have given anything to be onboard the Enterprise for even one minute. You remembered why you enjoyed the exploratory missions, you didn’t have to be a service. You turned off your PADD when you heard the shift change.

“Captain, get some rest.” T’ral said from her post. “I’ll watch over the ship. If we need you we will find you.”

Relief pulsed through your tense shoulders, you rose from your chair, rolling your shoulders and entering the lift. You didn’t remember how long it had been since your last good sleep. You made it to your quarters and scanned in. The room was larger than you had expected, being the Captain’s Quarters. One addition that was not conventional for the Captain’s Quarters was a nursery, a cradle had been set up for when the baby came. There was a weight to being the first Captain to have a family on board a ship.

You made your way to your shower, letting the warm water fall on your body and try to loosen the tension that had grown from trying to keep the most recent group of diplomats happy. You left the shower feeling lighter, you glanced at the PADD by your bedside, a message from Dr. Ambrose reminding you to take vitamins and care for yourself. An update from Leonard on how the adventures of the Enterprise had been going, including a few detailed accounts on how he wanted to kick Jim Kirk’s ass from here to the end of the universe. And a message from Jim asking how captaining was going, how you were feeling, and commiserating about the trials of having a logical first mate. You turned the lights off and your PADD lit itself. You grabbed it and glanced at the screen, you froze.

One new message from: Commander Spock.

Part 5

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memory maze runner x fem reader part two

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it had been three years since ably was sent up to the maze followed by newt and Minho and so on and on. the diaries had still not been found the new greenie for this month was chuck a small boy around 12-13 and was most likely the youngest in the glade he wasn't really doing much so he was just wondering around the woods when he notices something sticking up from the ground chuck being himself and brode out of his mind went over to the weird thing and pulled it out of of the ground it was a bag he wanted to see what was inside but couldn't open it he knew newt out be able to help him since he was meant to be helping him in the garden.

chucks pov

the bag was old and looked like it had been there for a while I tried to open it but it was tide too tightly I knew newt could mabey help me so I made my way back to the tall blond boy I hadn't had time to get to know each other but I was still happy for the few I did know once I made my way back to knew he looked at me confused "what you go there greenie "he asked "I'm not sure it was lying in the dirt beside a tree I wanted to look in it but I can't seem to open it"newt laughed "so you want to see if I can open your bloody bag for ya "I looked away rubbing the back of my neck newt took the bag from the theme and opened it everything seemed to be I'm pretty good condition "I have no clue what these are but tonight well show ably alright" newt Spock handing the bad back to me "ok"

time skip

it was later that night at dinner when chuck decided to bring the bad up he knew he wasn't meant to just go up to their leader like that but who the fuck cared not him anyway well Mebay a little but no one needs to know that now do they "ably "the boy said nervously "hey greenie you ok"the boy looked up from his food as well as some of the other keepers at the table "ah e ya I just found this and I wasn't sure what to do with it" Chuck glands at newt the back at alby and handed him the bag the older boy just looked between the two boys but takes they bag anyway.

after dinner newt minho and alby decide to go throw the bag "do you think it will have anything use full in it"?minho asked "probably not it most likely been left by the craters" newt stated as ably started to take the items out of the bag there were 4 book some 8 folded paper a silver band they looked at them one by one until newt Spock up "whos y/n" he looked up at the other two in the room the dairy he had to pick up seemed to be the oldest "are you going to open it"minho asked crossing his arms "ill get to that "the boy laughed the book was filled to the bring of different piced of paper newt started to read the first page.

day one

well hi, I would tell you my name but I don't remember that I'm not sure why though for now ill call myself greenie I don't know why buts let go with it for the now cool. well first of all I woke up in the mettel box thing that took me too long to get out of when I awoke here I'm not sure what ill call it but I don't think ill be leaving any time soon I'm surrounded by four big walls they aren't open but I can hear things moving inside of them oh ya and for some reason, there are animals in the box as well I'm not too sure what's that all about if you wondering why I'm writing this down it is because I for one want to remember this and two if I ever leave this place I can have something to look back on.

I want to say it's about midday or so well once I manage to get out of the box and get everything out as well I were who ever sent me here won't be too happy when I find that if I ever do I just spent today walking about this place it's really big and I seem to be the only one here the people that sent me up here gave some a hammock witch was nice of I guess so I set that up I really hope they send someone else up soon I'm lonely and fuck here.

there's these weird gree bug with that have W.IC.K.E.D. on them I tried to touch one it never went very well I think it will be nice here there's not much to do now but tomorrow ill find something to do it's late now I think, to be honest, I don't know what time it is but the light is fading to em I guess this is a good night

greenie

newt finished reading the three boys look up at each other with a shocked look on their face "should I read more"neat asked the other two just nodded

day 2

well today has been fun I get my name back it's y/n it is weird and I'm not sure if it suits me but at least I have a name to call myself now I started a farm and started to male some bits and bobs around this place I still need a name for it I started to work on making a kitchen like think to keep all of the food I have in I was give some cand food as well as granola bards and bread so that's what iv been eating and im happy to say it went well the walls opened up today I think this is some form of a maze im not sure yet the box hast came back yet im waiting to see how long till it comes up.

it's very hot here but it's nice I just hope it doesn't rain any time soon I found out most of the things here have the word wicked on the still not sure what that means  but you know what shuck that oh ya I also forgot to menschen I made up of new words shuck means such greenie means newbie klunk means shit that's all iv got, for now, I think ill like it here

y/n

"alby when you came up here what was all here, "minho asked still looking shocked "well there was the map room the home shuck the kitchen a smaller farm and the slaughterhouse and a small med bay as well" they all looked at each other "so you telling me that this y/n was here before you built this place and the left leaving their stuff here, "newt asked looked at there leader "look I know as much as you do, "alby said "hey why don't we just go to shucking sleep and come back to this in the morning "minha yawned.

minho had given the runners the day off and alby had called all of the keepers for a gathering about this y/n person "so if your wondering why you all here its because chuck found this yesterday and we wanted to see if we could find any use full info in it so take a piece of paper and get looking all right "alby was followed by mumbles and grows him newt minho and gally had one book each and the others had the pice of paper that had their fallen out of a book or was just there.

about an hour had passed and no one had found anything till gally Spock up "hey I found something "well don't just stand there read it out"alby ordered

day 163

well good even to whoever is reading this today has been a shucking great one I keep having these dreams about a boy called newt and whoever he is they keep saying were twins I don't understand what going on with my head mabey im just going crazy right iv been here alone for so long right

not the point of today I finished mapping out the full maze I the maze opens in bits so one part will open then the next a different one but I don't think it has anything to do with the maze I think it has something to do with the maps and grievers that's what im calling them anywhere there big creatures that have tried to kill me there easy to kill once you get the change of it, oh ya and the box came up again with more things I wish they would send someone else up here im border welp good night

y/n

gally look up to see all eyes on him "newt have you ever heard the name y/n before this "newt shook his head sighing he hadn't before "and what does she if she mean about its not the maze its the maps and grievers "minho asked "I'm not sure but there are somewhat maps they aren't very clear though "frypan stated

they were about to continue when the box alarm went off

[cywscross]

From @lightveils on Twitter (free to use wherever!). I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. I definitely have enough fics to fill it lol~

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A Fic You Love Without Knowing The Source Material:

I was born for this by esama (Assassin’s Creed | Altair x Desmond | M)

Juno did her best to lead him to her preferred fate, but the end is coming and Desmond has doubts.

A Fic With A Premise That Shouldn’t Work But Does:

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24 (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | G)

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

A Fic You’ve Reread Several Times:

Hooverville by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | E)

Town to town, train to train, tent to tent.

By 1932, the dust had begun to blow and the jobs were gone.

Anonymity was a byproduct of looking for work, which made it both necessary and convenient.

Stiles had enough secrets of his own to know to look the other way when he saw something that shouldn’t be possible.

The ghost of a tail giving enough balance to disembark a moving train.

Near silent Latin whispered on the edge of a tent encampment.

A flash of burning eyes.

He had more than enough to worry about without adding the oddities of others, and besides- having unusually sharp teeth certainly didn’t make a man worse than the ones running from the wife and kids they couldn’t feed.

So Stiles kept his observations to himself. He kept his everything to himself.

Until he met a man. One with eyes so blue they seemed to glow- and then they did.

Stiles tried to look away, but for the first time he was stopped.

“Don’t be like that sweetheart. Aren’t you curious?”

A Fic You Still Remember Many Years Later:

All True-Hearted Souls by mardia (Temeraire | Laurence x Granby | G)

“For God's sake, if someone doesn't talk Laurence out of these constant heroics, I wouldn't bet a farthing on his chances; no, and not ours either.” Four times that John Granby helped save William Laurence's life. Laurence/Granby. Spoilers up to Empire of Ivory.

A Comfort Fic:

Nothing Improper by Bunnywest (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | G)

“How long since someone touched you, sweet boy?” Peter asks, his voice barely a breath in Stiles’ ear. “Days? Weeks? Months?” Stiles nods imperceptibly at that last one.

“After…after everything, after Allison,” is all Stiles manages to get out.

A Cathartic Fic:

Swing by ShippersList (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

Stiles wants to fly.

A Fic You’d Print And Put On Your Bookshelf:

Nose to the Wind by Batsutousai (HP | Tom x Harry | M)

While Harry had been content with his second chance, that didn't keep him from thinking what he could have done different, how many people could have survived if he hadn't been set on the very specific path he'd walked. Third time is the charm, though, right?

A Fic You Associate With A Song (x2):

Strange Duet by BelleAmante, thiliart (thilia) (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | M)

The past three years have been a series of shocking, or not so shocking, successes for 2018 Tony award winner and two time Grammy nominee, Stiles Stilinski. You don’t typically find classically trained opera singers singing alternative folk rock to crowds at Coachella. Nor do you find indie singer/songwriters winning best actor awards at the Tony’s for their Broadway debuts. Stilinski has made it his lifetime habit to defy and exceed all expectations.

-or-

A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera

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Full Circle by Nike Femme (FMA | Roy x Ed | T)

Edward Elric returns with amnesia. He has lived the past four years as Auric, a Gatekeeper. But there are some battles that only he can fight. Will his friends be able to awaken Ed, and what happens to Auric if they do?

A Fic That Inspires You:

Off the Line by esama (FFVII | Cloud x Vincent | T)

In which Cloud gets a Virtual Reality Dream Console – ShinRa's latest in virtual reality technology. Aaand everything pretty much goes downhill from there.

A Fic That Brought You On Board A New Ship:

Me and Mine by linndechir (Fast and the Furious | Deckard x Owen | E)

The last time they'd spoken, Deckard had told Owen that he was tired of cleaning up his messes. But the first thing he did after breaking out of prison was to take Owen to the other end of the world so they could lick their wounds and start planning their revenge.

A Fic You Wish Could Be A Movie:

Moving In (To Every Single Aspect of Danny’s Life, Including the Boring Bits like Dry-Cleaning) by westgirl (Hawaii Five-0 | Steve x Danny | T)

It felt wrong for Steve to sound unsure of his place in Danny’s life. His place in Danny’s life was at Danny’s side, driving him slowly insane. Steve should feel secure about that.

A Fic That Led To You Making Friends With The Author:

Begin and End by Rikkamaru (Log Horizon x HP | G)

This is how it begins: a boy rejected by his family, a boy reunited with his brother by his sister-in-law's intervention. A boy who found a family in an online game. But how will it end?

FREE SPACE:

Reverti Ad Praeteritum by Batsutousai (Fullmetal Alchemist | Roy x Edward | M)

Unwillingly forced to serve as a human trial for a crazy alchemist experimenting with time travel, Edward Elric finds himself standing across from Truth in the moment it takes his leg from him. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come and burdened with guilt for the choices he'd made as an adult, Ed sets out to fix every mistake he ever made and save every life they ever lost, no matter what it takes.

A Fic You’ve Gushed About IRL:

Designation: Miracle by umisabaku (Kuroko no Basket | M)

It's been three years since seven human experiments, called "Miracles," escaped Teiko Industries, alerting the world to the presence of super-powered children. Now they're finally integrating into society-- going to normal high schools, playing basketball, falling in love-- and trying to find out if it's possible to truly escape their past.

A Fic You Associate With A Place (have to self-rec for this one):

Safe Harbour by cywscross (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles x Chris | T)

Peter didn't think he'd find a home here. He certainly didn't think he'd find a home with two other men.

Chris and Stiles prove him wrong.

A Fic That Made You Gasp Out Loud (kind of? it was suspenseful):

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | E)

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

A Fic You Found At The Right Time:

slow increments by Areiton (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles)

Peter is enigmatic, egotistical, sometimes barely sane. He's sharp and cutting and takes more time to care for the pack than anyone.And sometimes, John catches him watching Stiles.

A Fic That You Would Read Fic Of:

if you try to break me, you will bleed by Dialux (Game of Thrones | Jon x Sansa | T)

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly.

And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

A Fic That Made You Laugh Out Loud:

The Path towards Unwilling Godhood by Sky_King (Bleach | Kisuke x Ichigo | G)

Ichigo has never had the most normal life, and this latest chapter of it is no different.

"I'm not a god!"

A Fic With A Line (Or Two) That You’ve Memorized By Heart:

Atlas by distractedKat (Star Trek | Spock x Jim | T)

Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning.

A Fic That Gave You Butterflies:

The Rest of Our Lives by mia6363 (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

“I don’t know, as a kid I watched a lot of movies, you know? And at first I figured like… I’d be on some great adventure that would take me away from it all, you know? Like Indiana Jones comes around and is all, ‘Hey Stiles, buddy, come with me we’ve got to go save the world.’ Then… you and… everything happened… then I just… I figured I’d die before I was eighteen.”

A Fic That Embodies Something You Value In Life:

The Boy Sleuth by Shey (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

Stiles is eight when he discovers a box of his mom’s old Nancy Drew Mysteries in the back of the guest bedroom closet.

A Favourite AU:

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | M)

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

A Fic You Stayed Up Too Late To Finish Reading:

Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves by ISeeFire (The Hobbit | Fem!Bilbo x Fili | T)

Bilba has been a slave her entire life. All she knows of the outside world is what she sees from time to time outside the gates of Moria and the stories her mother used to tell her. Stories of a place called the Shire where her mother once lived and a placed called Erebor where, as far as she knows, her father still lives. Stories of dragons a thousand times larger, and more intelligent, than the beasts the orcs rode and of a strange concept called freedom where one was allowed to live as they wished with no one to tell them what they could, or could not do.

The stories meant little to Bilba. The only future she had was to live, and die, as a slave as countless number had before her.

And then the orcs dragged an injured female firedrake through the gates, her rider screaming obscenities behind her as he fought to reach her side...and everything changed.

A Fic That Made You Feel Seen (another self-rec lol):

i am addicted to death (so remind me what it’s like to live) by cywscross (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

Stiles is sixteen years old. He has already died seventy-eight times.

[shawtygonemad]

What Is This Feeling: Chapter 12

Fem!9th Doctor x Male!Rose Tyler

WITF Masterlist

The Doctor walked back into the alleyway after being laughed at by a crowd of drunks. She simply asked them if they had seen something fall from the sky recently. Then an air raid alarm went off. She had better find her human.

"Ross," she called out into the empty alleyway. Realizing she was alone, the Time Lord let out a huff. "You know, one day, just one day, maybe, I'm going to meet someone who gets the whole don't wander off thing. Nine hundred years of phone box travel, it's the only thing left to surprise me."

Suddenly a ringing filled the air near the TARDIS. The Doctor furrowed her eyebrows.

'That's not supposed to be ringing,' the Doctor thought as she approached the phone booth phone.

As she went to pick up the phone a voice from behind startled her causing her to also drop the sonic.

"Don't answer it! It's not for you."

The Doctor turned to see a young girl dressed in ragged clothes. Fear was seen in her brown eyes.

"And how do you know that?" The Time Lord questioned.

"Cos, I do. And I'm telling you, don't answer it," the girl warned.

"Well if you know so much, tell me this: How can it be ringing?" The Doctor picked up the receiver. "It's not even a real phone. It's not connected. It's not-" the Doctor paused when she turned back to the girl who was now gone. Her brows furrowed once more as she spoke into the phone.

"Hello? Hello? This is the Doctor speaking. How can I help you," she asked sarcastically to who she thought was no one?

"Mummy? Mummy," a child's voice answered.

"Who is this? Who's speaking," she asked even more confused. This was impossible!

"Are you my mummy," the child asked.

"Who is this," the Doctor asked more firmly.

"Mummy?"

"How did you ring here? This isn't a real phone. It's not wired up to anything."

"Mummy?"

Before the Doctor can respond once again the dial tone sounded. That was weird, and not the good kind. The Doctor knocked on the door of the time machine in hopes that is where Ross went.

"Ross? Ross, are you in here," she asked into the depths of the dark TARDIS. There was no response. That's when she heard a loud noise at the end of the alley. Instincts kicked in and she bolted towards the sound.

The Doctor followed to sound down the street. She noticed a family exiting the back of them home into the cellar to take shelter from the air raid. As they were leaving, she also noticed Nancy and a group of rugged looking children enter from the front. They must be scavenging for a meal. Perhaps she should join them.

As they started to get settled and still distracted the Time Lord slinked in and found an empty seat at the table. When Nancy finished carving the food slices of meat were being passed around. The kids each thanking Nancy politely for getting them this dinner.

"Thank you, Miss," One boy said.

"Thank you, Miss," Another said.

"Thank you, Miss."

"Thank you, Miss," the Doctor joined in with a grin.

The children gasped while panicking. Nancy tried to calm them.

"It's alright. Everyone stay where you are!" She instructed them.

"Good here, innit?" She smiled as she continued to fix herself a plate. "Who's got the salt?"

"Back in your seats, " Nancy informed them. "She shouldn't be here either."

"So," the Doctor started, "You lot, what's the story?"

"What do you mean," one of the boys asked, confused.

"You're homeless, right? Living Rough?" She asked nonchalant.

"Why do you want to know? Are you a copper?" Another boy questioned.

"Of course I'm not a copper! What's a copper going to do with you lot anyways? Arrest you for starving? I make it to 1941. You lot shouldn't even be in London! You should've been evacuated to the country by now."

"It's better on the streets! Nancy always finds us the best food," the children agreed.

"So that's what you do, Nancy," the Doctor said to the young woman.

"What is," she asked confused.

"As soon as the siren goes, you find a big fat family meal still warm on the table with everyone down in the air raid shelter and Bingo!" The Doc exclaimed. "Feeding frenzy for the homeless kids of London town. Puddings for all, as long as the bombs don't get you."

"Something wrong with that," Nancy bit back, ready for a fight.

"Wrong with it? It's brilliant," She laughed. "I'm not sure if it's Marxism in action or a West End Musical."

"Why'd you follow me," Nancy asked exasperated.

"I want to know what that phone rang when it wasn't hooked up," the Doctor jumped to the point.

"I did you a favor," she stated.

"Great, thanks," the alien said sarcastically. "And I want to find a blonde in a union jack. I mean a specific one. I didn't just wake up this morning with a craving." 'Liar,' her inner voice said. "Anyone see a man like that?"

Nancy grabbed the Doctor's place much to her protest.

"You took 2 slices. No blondes, no flags. Anything else before you leave," She bite off quickly.

"Actually yes." The Doc said as she got up from the table. "Anything fall from the sky? Probably about a month ago, but not a bomb! Wouldn't have exploded, and just buried itself into the ground. It would look something like this," The doctor pulled out a picture of what the ship looks like.

Suddenly a child voice sounded out. "Mummy?"

Chaos began, as scared kids quickly got up from the table and found an exit to escape to. The Doctor was trying to speak to the child, but Nancy stopped her. She claimed that if you're touched you become just like him. Nancy quickly made her exit as the Doctor opened the front door to find nothing.

After a short period of searching the Doctor found the kids at Nancy's hideout. She needed more information from Nancy if she was going to figure out what was going on. Thankfully, Nancy agreed to lead her to someone who could help. The Doctor. She internally groaned at the idea of having to meet another version of herself again. Reluctantly she venture on alone since Nancy refuse to enter. She told the Doctor that she lost her little brother during an air raid, and just couldn't handle what was waiting inside.

As she entered the ward she started to look around. She was shocked to find every bed occupied with a very still patient. After a quick scan of her sonic she realized that these things were human, but how was the gas mask fused to their face? It looked like her answer would come soon after discovering Doctor Constantine who was very sick and claimed to be dying. Much like the patients he seemed to somehow have head trauma, a collapsed chest, and a scar on the back of his hand. It was a domino affected. Only one victim was injured at first, then suddenly everyone he touched fell to the same injuries. The final phase is growing a gas mask which fuses to the face.

"You must find Nancy, again," Doctor Constantine choked. "It was her brother. She knows more than she's saying. She won't tell me, but she mi..migh…might…mummy? Are you my m-m-mummyyy," he cried as a gas mask grew from his mouth and fused to his face.

"Hello?" a voice came from the corridor.

The Doctor quickly stumbled into the corridor. She needed to warn these people to get out. Quickly turning around she bumped into a tall, handsome man. However, next to him was her beautiful human. She was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief knowing he was okay.

"Good evening," the unknown man said. "Hope we're not interrupting. Jack Harkness," he extended his hand while sending the alien a charming, flirtatious grin. Hesitantly the Doctor shook his hand. "I've been hearing all about you on the way over."

"He knows," Ross said to her. "I had to tell him about us being Time Agents."

"And it's a real pleasure to meet you, Miss Spock," Jack spoke again.

"Miss Spock," she asked amused as she looked at Ross.

"What was I supposed to say? You don't have a name! Don't you ever get tired of Doctor? Doctor Who?" Ross rambled on.

"9 centuries in, I'm coping," she said sarcastically. "Where have you been? We're in the middle of a London Blitz! It's not a good time for a stroll!"

"Who's strolling? I went by Barrage Balloon! Only way to see an air raid," he said smugly.

"What!?" She exclaimed.

Ross brushed her off, "So what's a Chula Warship?"

"Chula?" The Doctor was so confused. What the hell is going on? "What kind of Chula ship landed here?"

"What," Jack questioned, distracted.

"He said it was a warship," Ross injected. "He stole it, parked it somewhere out there, somewhere a bomb's going to fall on it unless we make him an offer."

The Doctor crossed her arms and stared hard at the new man. She did not get a good feeling from him or this situation. What kind of game was he playing at?

"What kind of warship," she questioned.

"What does it matter? It's got nothing to do with this," he said wildly as he gestured to the gas masked patients.

"This," the doctor pointed at the patients," started at the bomb site. It's got everything to do with it! What kind of warship?"

"An ambulance," Jack exclaimed. "Look!"

The man proceeded to project a holograph image from his wristband of the machine they had previously been following.

"It's what chased you through the time vortex. It's space junk! I wanted to kid you it was valuable. It's empty. I made sure of it! Nothing but a shell. I threw it at you. I saw your time travel vehicle, love the retro look, by the way, nice panels." The Doctor couldn't help but slightly smile proudly at that compliment. "I threw it to you as bait."

"Bait," Ross asked.

"I wanted to sell it to you, and then destroy it before you found out it was junk," Jack explained.

"You said it was a warship," Ross accused.

"They have ambulances in the war," Jack defended. "It was a con. I was conning you! That's what I am, a con man. I thought you two were Time Agents. You're not, are you?"

"Just a couple more freelancers," Ross told him smugly.

"Oh. I should have known," Jack shook his head in disbelief. "The way you guys were blending in with the local colour. I mean, Flag Boy was bad enough, but you, Biker Bitch?" He laughed. "Anyway, whatever's happening here has got nothing to do with that ship."

The Doctor started to pace while thinking. What could be happening here? How is it possible for this sickness to simply pass through touch and not be air born? How do the other victims also receive the same injuries as the first victim?

"Human DNA is being rewritten," She said offhandedly.

"What do you mean," Ross questioned.

"I don't know," the Doctor stopped pacing to look at him. "Some kind of virus converting human beings into these things. But why? What's the point?"

Suddenly all of the patients sat up in their beds and turned to look at them.

"What's going on," Ross asked creeped out.

"I don't know," the Doctor said slowly as she started to steer Ross behind her.

"Mummy," they said.

"Don't let them touch you!" The Doctor instructed as she led the men back.

"Mummy. Mummy. Mummy. Mummy."

This isn't good.

[starfleetimagines]

Upcoming Imagines (Feb. 2/20)

These are all of the requests I have received and have decided to write. I can’t promise when any of these will be written and I don’t have an order that I’ll be writing them in - I just write whatever one I have inspiration for at a given time.

Currently, I’m very busy with my university classes as well as volunteering at my old elementary school one day a week. So, I don’t have much time to write. I have a break week in two weeks so hopefully I’ll have some time then to write some stuff. But yeah, here are the requests that I’ll try to write in the next few months:

Quark – Marital Advice (aw--heck on tumblr) [Any chance I could get a DS9 request where the reader goes to their best friend Quark to talk about marriage troubles with their husband Worf? A bit of comforting banter at the bar type thing?]

Garak – Flirtatious Surprises (anon on tumblr) [I wonder if I could please request a DS9 Garak x reader imagine where the normally quiet plus-size reader flirts with Garak in front of everyone and leaves him flustered but in the end he just kisses her and everyone cheers?]

Data – Panic Attack (Area_C-137 on wattpad) [Maybe you could write one we’re the reader is in a relationship with data and he see the reader having a panic attack and then they cuddle to make the reader feel happy]

Data – First Date Part 2 of First Meetings (ElfWarriorQueen on wattpad) [Maybe them going on their date and there could be some kind of unfortunate accident that draws them closer together; like drinks get spilled over the reader, or maybe there’s a malfunction in the elevator and they’re stuck for a while.]

Trip Tucker – Tension (adela-topaz-caelon on tumblr) [Can I request a vaguley smutty Trip Tucker x Reader, where they're on a mission together in a shuttle, there's some repartee between the two, who aren't yet dating - and comments start leading to others and so on and forth and such, and then there's a time skip to them going back to the station, and whilst they did get the work done, other's can tell by marks on the Reader's neck that something has happened.]

Christopher Pike – Parents (anon on tumblr) [I had a realization thats night if you can do Disco Pike becoming for dad I'll love you forever]

Wesley Crusher – Comfort (anon on tumblr) [could I request something fluffy where Wesley does his best to comfort the reader after her now ex-boyfriend break ups with her b/c of lack of sexual intimacy and the reader avoids Wesley cause she feels she's not smart enough or pretty enough for him]

Leonard “Bones” McCoy – Dance Practice (jesterofsorts on wattpad) [I was wondering if you could do a Star Trek imagine about AOS Bones? Maybe if he teaches the reader to dance because they don't know how and they fall in love with each other?]

Garak – Rescue Party (kate_the_dork on wattpad) [I was wondering if you could do a Garak x reader where the reader is taken by the Dominion and is interrogated for info about ds9 but she won't give it up cuz she's too cool for that lmao. And then, cuz I'm a cliche and fluffy gal, Garak comes to save her?]

Garak – “Sew, you like me?” (Indirect_Detective on wattpad) [Could you do a Garak x reader? Him coming to terms with loving the reader and finally trying to admit is but doctor Bashir keeps cutting in and ruining the moment. Garak finally gets the reader alone and compliments the reader(looks and personality) as he's hemming readers uniform before opening up to the reader?]

Malcolm Reed – “Talk to me, please.” (chevyp15 on wattpad) [Malcolm Reed x reader where reader seems off and when Mal confronts them they break down and confess all their worries about the relationship?]

Deanna x Will - Pregnant (anon on tumblr) [Can I ask you for something fluffy between Deanna Troi x William Riker where set during an official Starfleet ball and they announced that Deanna is expecting a baby again, but Deanna feels uncertain after the death of their son Ian Troi and Riker comforts her, which leads to a bit of passionate kisses please.]

Garak - Presents (anon on tumblr) [Ah I request an imagine for garak. Like he’s at his shop and his so comes in with something from cardassia for him and he has no idea how his so got it for him and she refuses to say. But he’s super happy about it because it’s something he’s missed for so long. And just fluff ensues?]

Pavel Chekov – Set Up (anon on tumblr) [Can I get an imagine with Chekov please? Fem!Reader works in engineering and is like a daughter figure to Scotty. When Chekov starts shadowing Scotty, he meets the reader and a friendship quickly forms because they are both adorable dorks. Scotty notices that their friendship could become something more with a nudge in the right direction. Soon the Scotsman has get both the reader and Chekov together. Just something super silly and fluffy!!] 

Kathryn Janeway – Protection (anon on tumblr) [Hiiiiiiii could I have a Janeway x reader fic where she steps in front of you to protect you and uses her arm to shield you and is super gentle with you and everything? Can be romantic or platonic whatever works best for this!]

Spock x Uhura – Wedding Bells (anon on tumblr) [Can I ask you for something fluffy between Spock and Uhura where they get married on planet Vulcan with all their friends and family around them?]

Being Pavel Chekov’s Betazoid Wife Would Include… (dancingwith-thesunflowers on tumblr) [Could you write some headcanons about Chekov and female betazoid-human hybrid!reader getting married and having children please?]

Dating T’Pol Would Include… (anon on tumblr)

Will Riker – Pregnant (borzanimariana on wattpad) [Write with command riker and reader are married and she's pregnant, please]

Having Worf as a Father Figure Would Include… (anon on tumblr) [Being a security office and having Worf as a father figure (cause y/n is one of the youngest in the crew)]

Being Married To Jean-Luc Picard Would Include… (spaceyslytherin on tumblr) [Request: Being married to Jean-Luc Picard would include.]

Malcolm Reed – Nightmares (wraith-queen-todd on tumblr) [Heyyyyy ep so can I request a Malcolm reed imagine where he comforts his so after thy have a nightmare about him dying-? If that’s ok. I never really request before haha sorry I’m so awkward]

Scotty x Jayla – Graduation (anon on tumblr) [Can you please write an oneshot with Scotty + Jaylah where Scotty is at Jaylah’s graduation from Star Fleet Academy and Jaylah admits to Scotty that she is proud that Scotty is the first person she considers “a friend”?]

Data x Geordi – Domestic Life (anon on tumblr) [Hey! If you could. Would you be able to write an one shot please with some Data + Geordi fluff where in an AU, Lal (Data’s daughter) is a small child and both Data + Geordi married and are looking after her and they’re playing and having fun with Spot the cat, as he causes mischief.]

Trip Tucker – “You’re hot when you’re jealous.” (anon on tumblr) [Hello I’m the smut asked about trip. As for the thing I was wondering if it could be like trip for jealous of someone flirting with his so and she reassured him that she only has eyes for him? If that’s ok?]

B’Elanna x Tom – PDA (anon on tumblr) [If it’s okay. Would you write an oneshot between Br’Elanna & Tom Paris where they are arguing about things, but in the end, they have a romantic moment, which is seen by the rest of the crew, without them realising. Please? Thank you in advance!]

Michael x Ash – Nightmares (anon on tumblr) [Hello, I love your writing!! 🥰 Could I request an oneshot with Michael comforting Ash after having a panic attack during his PTSD please? ✨ Thanks!]

Leonard “Bones” McCoy – Study Date (SloveniaReader95 on wattpad) [I was thinking... maybe with Bones where he is a year or two ahead at the Academy and for the first exam, the reader is already giving up, but Bones is there not letting her do it or something:)]

Malcolm Reed – Destressing (anon on tumblr) [Can you do a Malcolm reed smut if that is alright? Maybe Malcolm comes back to their room after a shift stressed and his so tries to calm him down a bit and it turns into smut?]

Kathryn Janeway Being Your Mother Would Include… (anon on tumblr) [Could you write some headcanons about Janeway being the reader’s mother, please? Thanks so much! I love your beautiful writing!!]

Julian Bashir – “Surprise!” (anon on tumblr) [DS9 request: The reader's belly has popped. So have her buttons. It's time to tell Julian the two of them are going to have a baby.]

Will Riker – “I love you.” (catherinedm on tumblr) [Hi(: I love your blog your writings are amazing. Could you maybe please do something about Will Riker telling you(the reader insert) his fellow enterprise officer he’s been datuing for a while that he loves you for the first time? Thank you so much!! Keep up the great work]

Sylvia Tilly x Michael Burnham – More Than Friends (anon on tumblr) [Can you please write an oneshot where Sylvia Tilly helps Michael, when she finds out that she has never been on a proper human date, she decides to play matchmaker for Michael, not realising that her friendship with her new roommate could lead to more..]

Trip Tucker x T’Pol – Family (anon on tumblr) [Would you be okay to write an oneshot based on Trip and T'Pol, where they have been living on Vulcan with their daughter Elizabeth for a few months, and they're hoping that sooner rather then later that they’ll have another baby? Thank you so much! I love your beautiful writing for the Star Trek fandom!!]

Ezri Dax x Julian Bashir – Moving In (anon on tumblr) [If it is okay with you please?. Can you write an oneshot where Ezri and Julian attempt to build a life together, no matter what odds they may face. Thank you so much!]

Kira Nerys – Socially Awkward (anon on tumblr) [Can I request something for Kira Nerys with a female reader who's very opinionated/clever but socially awkward/a little overly cautious? Maybe a civilian of some kind, but that's not 100% necessary.]

Worf x Jazdia Dax – “Marry me.” (anon on tumblr) [I know requests are closed, but I am sorry and I do apologise for not being more specific about the Worf and Jadzia oneshot request. Would it be okay if it was something like it was last night for the Defiant, maybe set on Gaia ("Children of Time") and Worf surprises Jadzia by asking her to marry him. Hope that makes more sense! I’d be willing to send it again, if it doesn’t. Thank you very much!! I love your writing by the way!]

Will Riker – Home Safe (tngbabe on tumblr) [I'd like a will riker and reader. I'd love to have him take me home from a party because I'm drunk and wants me to get to my quarters safely and then stays.]

Comforting Kathryn Janeway Would Include… (geekyamorel on wattpad) [I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a KathrynXReader. Maybe something like Janeway is having a bad day and the reader tries their best to help calm her and maybe ends up making a fool of themselves just to make her smile and laugh]

[grandtheftstarship]

Troublemaker (Jim Kirk x Fem!Reader)

A/n: I literally love this one it’s one of my best!! Enjoy :D

Summary: [y/n] is reassigned to the Enterprise after breaking one too many regulations. Jim finally meets his match.

Word Count: 3739 Warnings: SO. MUCH. FLUFF. also cursing Posted: Tumblr, Wattpad Requested: No

"You can't keep doing this, [Y/n]," Admiral Pike sighed, running a hand through his already ruffled hair. "One of these days, I'm not going to be able to fight Marcus and you're going to get fired."

"They can't fire me," you scoffed. "They know I'm valuable. I beat the Kobayashi Maru, I aced all of my classes in the academy with flying colors, not to mention the fact that if it wasn't for me, the entire fleet would still be operating with only warp six!"

"[y/n], listen to me," Pike urged harshly. "Just because you're a genius, doesn't mean the rules don't apply to you. You can't just go around doing things that aren't regulation because you think 'they can't fire you'."

You huffed falling back into a chair. "Well, they can't."

"They're reassigning you," he said softer this time. Your eyes flashed back up to his, anger and confusion clouding them. 

"They're what?"

"Command is removing you from your position on the Excelsior-"

"They can't do that," you interrupted, jumping to your feet. "I'm the best damn captain that ship ever saw and now they're reassigning me-"

"Sit down!" Pike barked. "There's nothing you can do about it now."

You promptly complied, hands shaking with fury. "Can you at least tell me where I'm being reassigned to?" 

"They're putting you under the command of Captain James T. Kirk, U.S.S Enterprise."

You scowled. "I thought he was worse than me."

"You will be acting Chief Engineer since you trained as an engineer in the academy and Mr. Scott is on leave. You will answer to Spock and Kirk and you will also need to spend a mandatory 12 hours of supervision every week for six months by the captain while you are working."

"Mandatory? Who the hell do they think I am, a child?"

"That's exactly what they think you are," he retorted. "You can't seem to listen or follow instructions, like a child."

You glowered at him, crossing your arms. "Again, I thought Jim Kirk was just as bad, if not worse than I was at following regulation."

"At least he takes responsibility for his actions."

You stared him down for a few moments before he sighed. "I tried as hard as I could, [y/n], but Admiral Marcus wouldn't budge."

"When do I leave?" you asked begrudgingly. 

"Tomorrow, 0900 hours."

You heaved out a breath, defeated. "Well, I'd better get ready then."

Pike nodded, standing up on his crutch, leading you out of his office. "For the record, Jim Kirk isn't all that bad. Try to be his friend, it will make it more bearable."

"Thanks for the advice," you muttered. "See you later." 

He nodded goodbye and you made your way down the hallway, seething and hurt. 

"Commander [y/n] [y/l/n] reporting for duty, sir," you quipped, making your way onto the bridge towards the captain. 

"Pleasure to meet you, Commander," Jim said, holding his hand out. You took it, shaking firmly. "You know, we're just doing a routine run-through of everything before we take off. You're relieved for the evening. Go settle in and be ready for your first shift tomorrow morning."

You smiled kindly. "Thank you, Captain. Goodnight."

You waved, spinning on your heel and making your way back towards the turbolift. Jim turned to Leonard, who was fiddling on his pad next to him. 

"Um, Bones?" Jim asked. "Who was that?"

Leonard looked up, a curious look on his face. "Are you kidding me?"

"No...?"

Len groaned, rubbing his eyebrows with his hand. "Jesus, Jim, do you ever read your recruitment lists?"

He slowly shook his head, a bemused look on his face. A mischevious smirk bloomed on Bones' features.

"Remember that captain I told you about that was infamous for being reckless, flirtatious, and the first person to ever beat the Kobayashi Maru?"

Jim's brow furrowed. "I thought I was the first person to beat the Maru!"

"You cheated," Leonard pointed out. 

"Fair."

"Not to mention she's notorious for leaving her own trail of broken hearts and various clothing items. Sounds like someone I know."

"Your kidding." Jim's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "This is the [y/n] [l/n]?"

Leonard chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh lordy, this is going to be interesting."

Jim ignored him. "But why is she here when she's a captain? Isn't being Chief Engineer below her paygrade?"

"She got in trouble for breaking so many regulations to get things done, even if they were more efficient and helped so many people," Leonard explained. "Looks like you've met your match. Or your soulmate, or whatever."

He clapped a bewildered-looking Jim on the shoulder, striding past him. 

"I gotta go check on things down in Medbay. Don't fuck this up."

With that, the turbolift doors closed once again and Jim was left alone in the midst of bustling officers, still staring at the turbolift door. 

Oh, he wasn't going to fuck this up at all.

Embarrassment flooded your veins for what seemed like the 100th time that night. You had been lying in bed for almost three hours, tossing and turning and replaying your small interaction with Jim over and over again. Since you had been assigned the second you graduated, you hadn't really experienced the 'Reign of Jim Kirk' in the academy. Sure, you had heard talk of his infamous adventures and 'bad boy' tendencies but you had never matched a face to the name. You knew he had to be handsome but not that outrageously attractive.  You knew that you fumbled in front of him as the realization hit you that you were going to be spending lots of time with the gorgeous captain. At least now you knew better, planning out just how you were going to act around him until you drifted off into a silent sleep.

Just down the hall, Jim muttered all the way to his quarters. He was humiliated for not remembering you. He knew he should have read the recruitment lists and requirements, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. They were just more names he needed to remember, just more people he needed to feel responsible for. Strangely, he wanted to remember your name. He just wanted to know you, feel close to you. It was an odd feeling, on he hadn't felt for a woman in a long while. It felt right and wrong at the same time, but he was curious to explore it. After finally sitting down and reading the notice from command, a smile spread across his face. He couldn't wait for your first day

You were awake before your alarm went off the next morning. You paced nervously in your small kitchen area, adrenaline pulsing through you so fast you thought you would burst. You knew you had nothing to be nervous about as you were good at your job, but the fear of messing up and breaking the nonchalant and confident facade you planned on wearing shook you to the core. Once you figured it was time for breakfast, you fiddled with your hair one last time before striding out the door, wearing a slightly overcast smile.  Your breakfast went by quickly, replicating yourself a nice, steaming up of coffee and [your favorite breakfast]. Your trip to the bridge went by swiftly as well, and before you knew it you were standing next to the captain's chair with a pad in hand, waiting for a certain musky-blond to arrive. As you pulled up several things the captain needed to sign, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder. You spun, startled, meeting the eyes of the man you had seen the day before, speaking with the captain.

"Hello..?"

"Morning darlin'. I'm the CMO, Doctor Leonard McCoy," he smiled, holding out his hand. "I don't believe we've met yet."

You returned the grin, shaking his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Doc."

"So, I heard you're replacing our personal Scotsman for a bit."

You chuckled. "If you mean Scotty, you're absolutely right."

He hummed in response. "You have my condolences on having to spend so much time with Jim. He is a pain in the ass, like, 24/7."

You giggled. "Thanks. I have a feeling I'll need them."

"Wow, my best friend and the lovely lady I'm going to be spending every day with, sitting here trash-talking me," Jim stood behind Leonard, smirking profusely.

"Oh, don't be such an infant," the doctor snorted. "Just giving the young lady a fair warning s'all."

"What is there to warn about?" Jim asked, innocently. He maneuvered around you and Leo, plopping himself down in his chair. "I assume you need my signature, Commander?"

"Indeed," you replied, half-smiling, handing the pad to him. 

Jim took it, keeping his smirk plastered on his face with surprising stamina. "Have you met Spock yet?"

As if on cue, the Vulcan stepped off the turbolift, meeting your gaze and striding over to join your huddle. 

"Commander, I do not believe we have met."

You grinned kindly. "Neither do I. My name's [y/n]," you held out your hand and he shook it. 

"Pleased to meet you," he nodded. He turned then to the captain. "Captain, the ship is adequate to depart."

"I'm needed down under," you sighed, a feeling of unease and discomfort washed over you when you realized you wouldn't be the one in the captain's chair.  "Don't hesitate to ring."

You half-waved, striding off the bridge, not noticing the lingering look Jim gave you. 

You spent the next hour signing reports and making sure the warp core was up to speed, not even bothering to check a nearby window when the ship finally took off. 

"Hey, you," you could practically hear the smirk on Jim's face. You swiveled in your chair, head resting on your chin, wearing a mischievous grin of its own. 

"Well, if it isn't James T. Kirk," your hair fell messily around your face, evident that your hands had run through it. 

Even after years of practice and experience, Jim was almost unable to hide the heat that spread over his cheeks at the sight before him. Bones' words to him the day before had not been forgotten, in fact, they echoed through his distracted mind every idle second he had.

Looks like you met your match. Or your soulmate, or whatever.

Every time he saw you he was becoming more and more convinced it was true.  Even so, he played it off nonchalantly. 

"Ready to knock the first few hours off the week?"

A look flashed across your face for a brief second, before reverting back to its troublesome grin. "Let's do it."

Jim set himself up in the corner of your office and watched intently as you filed reports and answered calls from other engineers.

"So, if you don't mind me asking," Jim began. "Why were you reassigned when your credentials are so great?"

You stiffened a bit. "It was stupid."

Jim's grin deepened. "Do tell."

You stayed turned away from him as you recalled the day. You had just left from Yorktown, heading back off into uncharted space. You and your crew were tasked with tracking down an Orion Slave Trader who had just attacked and kidnapped an entire nearby refugee camp on Rigel V. You were supposed to bring him in to face justice and save all of the innocent refugees, but things went south. You and your boarding party had managed to incapacitate the few other crew members aboard the vessel as well as already beamed a few groups of kidnapped refugees, but the Orion was escaping in his escape pod. You knew you had to bring him in alive, but the conditions on his ship and the way he treated the 'slaves' was abominable. It was you who blew his ship into oblivion, not only ending his life but ending the long-lasting effect he had on the system and saving thousands of lives. 

Jim listened intently through your whole story. When you finished you turned to face him, an unreadable look spreading across your features. Jim wore an intense expression staring harshly at the floor before speaking. 

"That's pretty damn stupid."

"Excuse me?" 

Jim raised his eyes so he was looking at you intently. You gulped, his undivided attention crushing you like a bug. 

"You should have been promoted. Hell, you should have won an award! What was command thinking?" 

You shrugged. "It was a long time coming, I guess."

"What do you mean?" He regarded you strangely. 

"It wasn't the first time I violated direct orders."

"It was hardly a violation. You still saved everybody," Jim argued. 

"Before that."

"What'd ya do?"

"Well, this time, I was supposed to survey a small colony on Deneva. 'Keep the Prime Directive in mind', they said," you added. "My away team and I saw a Klingon vessel land near us. They were after the high amounts of Dilithium that the Denevans had."

You paused a moment to look at Jim, who was staring at you, a look you couldn't place dancing in his eyes. Your cheeks threatened to flush, so you continued.

"The only way to protect them was to kill off the Klingon patrol. This colony was still primitive, an essential part of developing their culture. Before the Klingons were able to attack, we were able to take them down. I can't even be sure that the locals saw us, but they probably heard us. My order to take them out might even spark an all-out war between the Federation and them."

Jim scoffed. "Doubt it."

It was your turn to grin. "So, Kirk. What've you done?"

He mimed confusion. "Huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "Don't play dumb. Just because we were in the academy different years doesn't mean word doesn't travel. Spill."

He sighed, giving in. "Alright. Fine. Have you ever heard of a lightning storm in space?"

Nearly three hours later, your shift was over and Beta shift was beginning. Your eyes flicked to the clock in the corner of your office.

"Alpha shift's over," you remarked, glancing over at Jim. "Wanna head to the mess? We can continue this fabulously captivating conversation over some of tonight's dinner."

He smiled. "I'd love to. After you."

You led the way out of your office, catching the attention of a few nearby engineers.

"Hey, Albertson! Leo!" you waved. "Take your time on those pipes, alright? It's okay if it's not done by the end of your shifts, but make sure it's ready by the start of Alpha tomorrow."

They called their replies, waving and wishing you a good night. 

Jim gave you a sideways glance. "Do you know all your engineers by name?"

You shot him a look. "Yeah... why?"

"[y/n], you've only been here for one shift."

"Do department heads not know their staff all by name?" you asked.

Jim shook his head. "I don't even think Scotty knew all his engineers. Even I don't remember some bridge rotation officers' names."

"Well those things are important to me," you said indignantly, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Jim chuckled. You swatted at him. "Stop laughing at me!"

The mess doors slid open, revealing a very crowded cafeteria. You and Jim slowed to a stop, baffled at the full capacity.

"Is it ever this crowded?" you asked, needing to raise your voice a bit over the din. 

"No," Jim said back. "You know, we could just have dinner back in my quarters. I have a personal replicator in there we could use."

"That would be great," you beamed. 

Jim flashed his trademark smile before turning around and striding back out the door, a bit in front of you to hide his pink cheeks. Something kept flipping inside of him when he saw your smile, a quality he found so endearing. He couldn't believe he had barely known you 24 hours and was already starting to fall. 

"So, Kirk," you said suddenly, shoving Jim from his thoughts. "What's your favorite color?"

Jim gave you a bemused look. "What?"

"You heard me," you quipped. "What's your favorite color?”

"Uh," Jim was caught off guard. In all of the dates he had been on (there had to be hundreds), he had never, once been asked that question. It was usually something dirtier. 

"Mine's [your favorite color], if you need any inspiration," you smirked up at him, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. He tried to play it off. 

"I'm going to have to say purple," he decided. 

You slowly nodded. "Good choice."

You and Jim made it to his quarters, and your jaw initially dropped when you first saw it. It was large and open concept, a large window occupying the far wall, facing the front of the ship. 

"Wow," you commented. "Nice room."

"Thanks," Jim chuckled. He moved to where his replicator was in his mini kitchen, replicating a few plates of french fries. He took a bottle of whiskey from his cabinet, pouring you a glass. "Take a seat."

You did, going right in for the good stuff. You groaned as the liquid seared down your throat.

"Good lord, that's fantastic," you remarked. Jim nodded, taking a sip of his own.

"So," he settled down on a stool across from you, his piercing blue gaze sending chills down your spine. "Got any more good stories?"

"No," you took his lack of movement towards the fries as an opportunity to start eating them yourself. "You?"

"Well, this one time I was doing this peace exchange," he began, a smile forming on his lips. "And they totally misinterpreted my words. I was giving them half of a deadly weapon- remind me to tell you about Krall and his fleet of itsy-bitsy ships sometime."

You nodded, grinning. "Oh, I will."

Jim continued. "- and they thought it was some sort of threat so they all jumped down from their high seats on top of me and started attacking me."

You raised your eyebrows. "Really? Man, that's wild."

He nodded. "Yeah, they ripped my shirt up and everything."

You swallowed the fry and quickly moved on to another one. "What species was this again?"

Jim shifted uneasily, embarrassed. "Teenaxians."

You nearly spat your fry out. "What?"

Jim sighed. "You heard me."

You tried to stifle the giggles that started bubbling up but you ended up bursting out laughing.

Your sides ached as belts of laughter wracked your frame, your fingers curling into a fist as you hit the dark countertop. "So-So you're telling me," You could barely get the words out.

"The things that started attacking you were," you started laughing harder at the exasperated look on Jim's face. "Were little tiny Teenaxians?"

"It's not," he paused to wipe at his face with his palm. "It's not that funny."

Your giggles subsided and you wiped tears from your eyes. "Yeah, it kinda is."

Jim's heart lurched at the goofy expression on your red face. He half-smiled. 

"Okay, maybe it's a little funny."

"Oh man," you steadied your breathing, shaking your head as you wiped your greasy hands on a nearby napkin. "I haven't laughed like that in a long time."

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach at your words, pride blooming in his chest.

 You cleared your throat.

"Alright," you gave him a determined look. "Let's get some more fries and hit me up with some more whiskey, would ya?"

"You got it," he replied, letting his gaze linger on you for a moment before moving for the glass once again. 

Jim could barely take it anymore. During the three weeks you had been on board, he had spent at least 75% of it with you. He was head over heels, drowning, unbearably consumed with you. It was starting to affect his sleep and eating habits. He was always tired, never hungry. Your flirtatious and mischevious manner had drawn him to you, but it had also drawn others as well. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, nor jealous, but he couldn't help but seethe whenever he saw someone else hitting on you.  Just the thought of someone else's hands on you made him want to throw something. 

Jim Kirk was not the type of person to be denied what he wanted. 

Acting out of a sheer burst of confidence, he left his ready room in a hurry, heading down to the only place he knew where to find you. He rounded corners sharply, nearly taking down several ensigns on their way to lunch, but he barely registered them. When the doors to the engineering deck slid open, Jim was suddenly unsure of himself. 

No turning back.

He spotted you across the room, typing things into a control panel connected to some machinery on the bulkhead. He wasted zero time. 

"Hey, Jim-" you smiled, but it quickly fell when you saw the slightly crazed look on his face. Something flopped in your chest as he cornered you against the panel, closer than he ever was to you.

"Jim..?"

He said nothing. His hands reached up to cup your cheeks and before you could register what was happening his lips were on yours. You returned the affection instantly, throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling him closer. Jim responded, pushing himself against you, causing your back to press up against the panel you were previously working on.

"Jim-" your voice was muffled against his lips as he followed yours as you tried to pull away.

"Jim-!"

He moved away, and amused look on his face. "What?" 

"We're going to break something," you gestured to the panel underneath you. 

He nodded. "I see."

He met your eyes again. "But that's kinda hot."

You gasped, hitting him on the shoulder. "Jim!"

He chuckled, grabbing your hand. "I'm kidding."

He moved his face to your ear, his breath sending shivers through you. "Let's go somewhere more private, shall we?"

You nodded vigorously. "Yes. Let's."

[annoyedfanfiction]

Jim Kirk x fem!reader (2)

“Whatever the hell you’ve done, (Y/N), you better sort it out quickly,” your roommate snarled, her feline ears twitching through her bristling mane. “I’ve got to get to class.” She stalked out before you could respond, and you heard a quiet exchange before the door clicked shut behind her. Quickly pulling on jeans and a black crop top, you exited your bedroom. All your belongings were packed into two standard issue crates, ready to be loaded, the only evidence that your reassignment wasn’t some elaborate dream.  “How old is she anyway? 17?” a familiar Southern accent hissed. “I’m 21, Doctor,” you interrupted, stepping into the living room. “Would you like anything – coffee, tea? I’m afraid you’ve caught me before breakfast.”

“Good morning, Ambassador,” Kirk greeted you, leaping to his feet. “Apologies for the early morning visit, we just wanted to inform you that there’s a–” “Jim wanted to invite you to meet the senior crew,” McCoy interrupted, rolling his eyes. “Coffee would be nice, please.” “The senior crew?” you repeated, eyes widening, even as you moved towards the kitchen. “Of the Enterprise?” “Well, kid, you are going to be serving with them,” he pointed out, brusquely. “What Bones meant to say, Ambassador, was that it’s an important part of my command that the crew, especially the senior crew, maintains good relations,” Kirk said, elbowing McCoy sharply. “Please call me (Y/N),” you smiled, easily, pouring yourself a cup of tea, “And I’d be delighted to join you all, Captain. Would you like anything?” You handed McCoy his coffee, and he hummed appreciatively. “This is the proper stuff, too,” he grinned, broadly, “Thank you, it’s been a long time since I’ve had proper Earth coffee.” “Call me Jim. And if it’s not too much trouble, I do enjoy coffee,” Kirk smiled. You retrieved another mug. “Please, have a seat.”

“Well, I’ve still got physicals to do,” McCoy sighed, eventually, standing up. He clapped Kirk on the shoulder. “I’ll see you both later.” “See you, Bones,” Jim said, as you rounded the counter. “Thank you for coming by, Doctor,” you smiled, warmly. “It’s Leonard, kid,” he offered, with a dry smile, “Or Bones, if you really must.” “He loves it secretly,” Jim laughed, earning a heatless glare from McCoy. “Whatever you say, kid,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. “Don’t do anything stupid.” “Come on, Bones, when do I ever,” Jim smirked. McCoy didn’t deign to reply, rolling his eyes as he clipped the door shut behind him. “I’m not bothering you, am I?” Jim asked, as you packed away the dishes. “I’m sure Scotty wouldn’t mind an extra set of hands with the final touches.” “No, no, you’re fine,” you assured him, straightening up, “Though I can’t promise to be interesting company. My only plans for today were finishing packing and trying to see if I could get one of the base engineers to sneak me in to at least see the outside of the ship.” Jim grinned, wickedly, his blue eyes dancing. “Well, I’m not sure about the engineers,” he began, “But if you can finish that packing quickly I’m sure I can facilitate a tour. We can get inside and everything.” “Really?” You bounced, excitedly. “You’d do that?” “Sure, Bones and I have bothered you all morning, seems only fair. I think we might’ve pissed off your roommate, too.” His laughter was contagious, as you both moved through the living room. He paused outside your bedroom door as you entered.

“Now that’s unexpected,” you grinned, mischievously, “The famous James T Kirk afraid to step into a girl’s bedroom.” “With a reputation like mine, you can’t be too careful,” he replied, with a bittersweet smile.  “Don’t worry, Captain,” you smirked, gesturing him in, “It’ll be a long time before your reputation for sleeping around outdoes the fame of your captaincy. Especially if your crew has anything to say about it.” “Oh?” he queried, finally entering, but still hovering by the door. “And what does my crew say?” “Nothing that doesn’t sing your praises,” you answered, throwing him your PADD, “And that in itself says enough.” He glanced at the video you’d presented him, a montage of crew interviews. 

First, Scotty looked like he was about to punch the reporter when asked about ‘the Captain’s reputation’. Well, I dinnae any reputation on board except for brilliance an’ absolute loyalty. Sulu was next, holding Demorra on his hip, as he snapped that surely the press has better things to do than slander the name of a Captain who almost died for his ship. Spock’s response was the calm, placid statement that the Captain is devoted to his ship and crew, suggesting anything less would be engaging in irrelevant popular fallacies. Uhura rolled her eyes, because what, you think I’m the one who’s going to slander my Captain because we didn’t get along in the academy? James T Kirk is a good man, today, and if his actions don’t tell you that themselves then you’re not paying attention. The video went on, everyone from Chekov’s in mother Russia, our reporters have respect to Ensign Riley’s seriously, you’re shitting on the dude for being a teenager when he’s now StarFleet’s best Captain? Fuck off. Bones had even turned around to cuss out a reporter who wanted to know ‘if the Captain has had any affairs on the Enterprise’. By the time the clip had finished, you’d packed your last belongings into the crates, and stacked them on top of each other. “That’s all you’ve got?” Jim said, eventually breaking the silence and handing back your PADD. “I travel light,” you shrugged, tucking it away. “I need to drop this off at the transfer dock, do you want to go for lunch? There’s a nice cafe a block away from it.” He smiled, and the room was suddenly warm again. “That sounds great.”

“I have no further comment.” You could hear panic rising behind Jim’s flat tone, his face still the same unmoving expression he had greeted the press with, as they crowded around you both. “Was Ambassador (L/N) fast-tracked to the Enterprise through your influence?” “Do you have a response to the allegations of cheating made against Ambassador (L/N)?” “Is it true that Admiral Pike personally intervened on your behalf, Ambassador (L/N)? Did Captain Kirk have any role in this?” Stepping in front of Jim, you blocked the press off, brushing your hand across his gently. “The Captain and I have no further comment. All relevant information will reach you through official channels. Myself, the Enterprise crew, and StarFleet command would appreciate your patience and consideration at this time given the extenuating circumstances,” you insisted, keeping your voice calm, but firm.  “Can you comment on Captain Kirk’s recent incidents with the superhuman?” “Is there anything to the rumours that Commander Spock will be leaving the Enterprise?” “Do you have anything to do with Admiral Barrow’s sudden reassignment to Starbase 15?”  “I said,” you raised your voice to shout over the insistent crowd. They fell silent. “Captain Kirk and I have no further comment. Information will be distributed to the press through official channels. No amount of intrusion on our personal lives will allow any involved personnel to give you more insight on my performance in the Kobayashi Maru and subsequent graduation and assignment than the information released by StarFleet command. As for the recent endeavours of the Enterprise and her crew, as well as the attack on StarFleet headquarters by the superhuman Khan, information has already been released and further investigation will continue to be conducted and shared. Once again, your intrusion on our personal lives will yield no further insight. Thank you.” A small silence followed, and you turned away from them, letting Jim lead you inside.

You took a booth in the back corner of the cafe, away from windows and prying eyes, even as the other patrons all watched you enter. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve known something like this would happen,” you apologised, as soon as you both took your seats. “I know the chef here, she can let us out the back door if you’d prefer to just go?” “No, no,” he managed a smile, again, but it didn’t reach his blue eyes, as he laid one hand over yours on the table. “We’re here now. Let’s have lunch.” He picked up the menu. “Any recommendations?” You smiled back, not moving your hand from beneath his as you picked up your own menu. “Clara makes the best cheeseburger I’ve ever tasted,” you admitted, glancing up as another ruckus started at the door.

[oddballingswriting]

And Now We Wait

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 

Summary: Bones and reader meet during Shore Leave and it all goes from there.

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Age Gap, Eventual Smut, Kissing this chapter. 

Word Count: 1441

Author’s Note: Reader is really awkward. I have been writing this over a long period  so the writing styles very. Link to my Ao3 for this fic.

Several months have passed and you began to speak more to the good doctor. Learning a lot about him: Where he’s from, when his birthday is, his previous marriage. You’ve learned to love his smile, and how his eyes crinkle and his mouth forms lines. You learned that he has been practicing medicine 20 years, you learned that he is 43 (nearly 20 years your senior). You learned the year before this mission started, his wife sent him the divorce papers after 10 years. You learned that he was broken and scared and he hated love.

You couldn’t blame him, but you still wanted him. You cursed yourself for wanting him. Maybe you wanted to fix him, maybe you wanted to love him in all the ways his ex wife couldn’t. It was one particular evening after both of your shifts you had gotten together. He told you of his wife.

“Highschool is no fun for anyone Darlin’. Especially when you fall in love with one woman, and marry her. I sure did love her. We married and had a child, but she didn’t want me anymore. She took Joanna and left. I had nothin’ felt nothin’. I didn’t know what to do. So I became a doctor, right here in StarFleet. She had told me to move on, and I did...Mostly. Having flings here and there nothin’ special.

“Then I’m in an outpost and in comes a letter from Jocelyn. It’s been near ten years since we’ve separated. She sent me the divorce papers, with her ring.” He held up his left hand where his signature pinky ring resides, “You know this was my wedding ring, I don’t have the heart to take it off. Call me foolish I guess, but she was my wife, she had my daughter. I just couldn’t...I don’t know Darlin’”

You sat quietly and listened to him tell you about Jocelyn, and how they got together. You could see the pain; in his eyes, on his face, and you could hear it in his voice. It reminded you that he is also human. A life just as complicated as yours. That was the night you looked at him and touched his face and brought his lips to yours.

He seemed so taken back. The shock was instant and you didn’t want anything more than a simple peck. His lips were cold, as were yours. Both chapped, but his more so. You liked it, you thought he liked it too. You had seen him smile and carry on with his story, and you were content for the night then.

More weeks had passed since the night when he told you of Jocelyn. You have fallen into seeing Leonard daily. He had become part of your regimine. There would be days that he seen you in the rec room, or in the eating area and would sit next to you.  You would smile at him always, and he at you. You loved his smile, you will think it to the end of this galaxy, and the one next to that, and the one after to that. You thought that Leonard knew that, so he would just smile at you just to see you stop.

“How are you today?” Leonard asks as he sits beside you. Your shoulders graze and it makes a feeling in your stomach.

“Hi. I’m hungry, just waiting to go to lunch.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I would never mind.” He looked you in the eyes,you ceased to breathe as you learn his face all over. Everything is happily familiar, his skin is still the same. His eyes are still the same, his age lines are still the same. He is just as you have him ingrained in your mind.

“How are you doing today?” You asked him breaking a short silence.

“Jim is an asshole and had me running all over today.”

“I know that that can’t be true…”

“Oh but darlin’ it is. And it happens more often than you think.”

“Leonard you need a break, relax sometimes, you know it’s good for you.” you laid an hand on his arm.

“You know, Y/N, we could see each other more outside if this.”

“I would like that.”

You met Leonard after his shift by the recreation area. You leaned against the wall, giving small nods to those who are greeting you while passing. After a few minutes or so he walked up looking as tired than ever.

“Good Evening.” He sounded much more tired than he looked. You frowned a bit.

“And to you.”

Both of you stood there for a moment looking at one another. Clearing your throat Leonard was snapped out of his thoughts. He said a quick let’s go. And with that you were on his way to his quarters.

“This is nice.” You say walking into his room so to speak.

“Real personal huh?”

“Totally.” An emotionless chuckle. He cleared his throat and turned from you.

“Would you like a drink?”

“That would be nice, thanks.” He poured a odd colored drink into a fancier glass than was necessary and handed it to you. Taking a drink the alcohol made your throat burn and lips tingle. But you weren’t about to show Leonard that. He coughed for a moment, and you started off in conversation,

“I have a question for you.”

“Yeah?” He looked puzzled.

“Well…”You trail off. Leonard looked at you.

“Go on.”

“Do you ever miss her?”

“Who?”

“Your daughter.”

“Well of course.” He looked back at you, and you felt nieve. You smiled at him. You saw him smile at you too. Leonard took a drink of his beverage, and looked away from you. You still looked at him. Should I change the conversation? He looks sad, oh no.

“You know...I  actually kind of really like you. And I know it’s a bit forward, but I do.” He looked surprised. You panicked a little. Why did I say that?

“Well what I mean is that-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there darlin’” Leonard turned toward you on the couch, set down his drink, and looked you in the eye.

“I can tell you that I like you too.” You felt like a child. You are so excited and your heart feels like it is going to leap out of your chest. But his face remained the same. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him, and for the second time you did just that.

You supposed Leonard was expecting it that time, because he kissed you back. His lips still felt the same as the peck before, but now you got so much more. Your hand fell to the back of his head. And his mouth tasted of the drink you both had.

You felt the kiss start to drift, happily you pulled away. You felt at ease, there was no story to be told after this one. But you knew for sure you definitely had fallen for the old broken space doctor. And you knew he wasn't going to fall for you in the same ways. He was battered, tired, and only held room in his heart for his daughter, and you knew that. But none of that matters as long as he knew that you loved him.

You felt foolish for loving him so quickly. You felt young and inexperienced, too youthful almost. Starfleet academy takes five years and even going into it by your early 20s you were still only mid 20s now. How would Leonard ever get past something like this? It's an easy moral question to ask. Would he actually want you like this? So young. So new to life.

Leonard thought the same things. Much to his surprise though you had taken a liking to him. The first night you kissed him he thought he had dreamt it. So light and sweet. After you left that night he had a mind full of thoughts and emotions that he hasn't felt since he was first with Jocelyn.

You sat in silence longer. He was happy, and so were you. And so it stayed like that. Janice's words popped up in your mind every once in a while.

“Y/N, you need to live. If you want to live life in space as one biological...thing where it sucks the fun out of you then go ahead. Just remember that Spock has gotten laid more than you.”

Did you need to live more? You felt alive with Leonard. So maybe you should leave it as it is for now. And you will.

[lucycola]

Spock being kind of betrayed by his love interest but after a bit of angst, everything falls into place and fluff is baaaack :>

Spock x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Language, sexual situations, daddy kink if you squint

Spock is a bit of a stubborn asshole in this one. He doesn’t like being lied to and will not stop at getting the truth, especially when he knows it’s about him. Spock may be a little too personal in front of Bones, but it’s an emotional situation. 

The buzz from your monitor diffused through the air, ringing in Spock’s ears. As low as it was it still brought him to groggily open his eyes. The whole room was wrapped in a soft blue glow. He sat up, hand immediately feeling the empty spot next to him.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not exactly sure how long,” you whispered, hunched over the screen.

“T’hy’la,” he said into the glow, tone sharper than he intended.

You hurriedly flipped off the monitor.

“Spock,” you said, “I’m sorry I woke you.” You tip-toed carefully across the room and crawled back under the thermal blankets. Your boyfriend have better been thankful that you were extremely cold natured otherwise the mere temperature of his cabin would drive you out of the room.

“What were you-”

“I was finishing up some work for the lab. I dreamed of it and woke and immediately I had to do it before it slipped my mind.”

He could sense your deceit in the way your voice wavered, but it also did that when you were grieving. He moved to find your hand in the dark, but failed as you began to massage his scalp.

Were you avoiding his touch? he wondered.

“Sleep, Sa-mekh,” you gently teased him with the only word that could make his scowl at you, other than ‘papa’ itself. He did like it in bed, however, as much as he denied it.

You paused, thinking of the word critically, a surge of panic leaving your hands. He could feel it, “Tell me what ails you. Who were you talking to a moment ago?”

“Myself,” you quickly yanked your hands away. “I really am sorry for waking you.”

He didn’t bother turning to face you or to further question you. It would come out eventually at the test of his impatience or yours. Something was upsetting you-he felt the raw emotion even through the follicles of his scalp. He would take more time to ponder-more time to investigate.

“I shall return to  sleep - as should you. You should participate in your work on the alpha shift singularly as your sleep cycles will continue to be disrupted therefore lowering you work efficiency-”

“And yours?” you finished for him, half joking. “Whatever you say, Commander.”

x

“I wish everyone would stop treating us like we’re married, honestly,” you said, crossing your arms in front of Doctor McCoy.

“All I know is that I’ve got an irritated Vulcan asking me to scan you. He thinks you're hiding something from me and he’s doing whatever he can to figure it out before actually asking you. Something about not letting him touch you. I tried to tell him it was normal once a month-”

You gave him a playful swat.

“Forgive me, I jest.”

“How ridiculous,” you replied and then sighed.

“That’s a man’s pride for you. It escapes no species,” Nurse Chapel said handing you back the report.

“And as you are hiding something, I’m guessing, I suggest you go on out with it. He’ll tear the ship apart finding an answer.”

“And how I think he used to indulge in smothering me in rapid fire questions. That was before our first meld,” you said, fingering the edge of the padd not having fully looked at it yet.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t tried that yet,” McCoy said, “He’s already hunted me down once. I’m not allowed to say anything, but as a favor to me-”

“Bones-”

“Keep him out of my hair and tell him whatever it is you’re lying about-”

You turned the padd to face him and his eyes enlarged, first with shock and then with mirth. He let out a hearty laugh.

“Good luck with that one. I’d say he’s gonna turn green, but that’s normal for him.”

“Have you  talked to your mother yet, honey?” Nurse Chapel asked.

x

Why would you have spoken with your mother so late an hour? Was it purposeful because he had been sleeping? Was it an emergency? Surely you would have told Spock.

He had already extracted the call log from his comm, even though the data had been private and locked under your information. You would fuss at him later he already knew, but this little inkling in the back of his mind reminded him. That raw feeling he felt through your hands. It terrified you. You were scared of something.

You were lying to him. You had lied to him. You had not been speaking to yourself. You had been speaking to your mother. He supposed he could contact your mother, but you two had never formally been introduced and some parties might find that offensive.

You were eating less and less and sleeping with him less and less. You weren’t being as intimate as you usually were either and that was most alarming. Not because it was a requirement to Spock, but because it was a deviation of your behavior. Spock didn’t usually adopt Terran colloquialisms, but once after sucking him off in the lab in the middle of a gamma shift he called you a ‘dirty bird’. He always made you blush when using Terran phrases and slang.

Was it something he did? It seemed he was always doing something, but Spock could honestly not place something accidentally offensive or insulting he might have said. You were pretty good at pointing out when he was too candid or too critical. He was good at pointing out when you were too emotional and too...well too human.

Yet he relished in every bit of that-and so did you, or so he thought you had.

So what was it?

Spock didn’t chew on his nails, but found himself letting the edge of his thumb rest in his teeth.

A familiar warm hand clapped him on the shoulder.

“Look alive, Spock,” the captain playfully chided.

“I assure you captain I am in no way deceased.”

x

You were pregnant. It was that simple. Yet, it didn’t feel simple at all. You wouldn’t hardly let Spock even touch you for fear of finding out. You were terrified of his response.

You were puking in the bathroom and had called your mother immediately. It was the second week in a row and Christine’s labs proved it.

You had a bun in your oven. You could see Spock giving you the quizzical brow at the use of the expression. You could see yourself fussing a little, telling him you knew that he knew exactly what that phrase meant and to stop acting like he didn’t.

It was true what you had said to Bones.

You two weren’t married. It was perfectly normal to have a child out of wedlock- that was, on Earth. You hadn’t even met his parents. What would they say? It would only be a fourth Vulcan. He didn’t speak fondly of his father and whenever prompted you could practically read how sour their relationship was. His father had to be fond of humans to some extent-his wife was human after all.

Would other Vulcans shame Spock? Would they shame your baby?

You heard a buzz from the comm. You got up out of bed and walked over.

“McCoy to Yeoman L/N.”

“Yes, doctor?”

“I’ve got a green-blooded devil down here demanding your presence.”

You groaned into your fist.

“You can’t make me.”

“Please.”

It was the first time you ever heard Spock say that. The tone was nearly pitiful as it was on edge.

x

“You can’t make anyone get a scan, Spock. She doesn’t even work in your division,” Bones said once you arrived.

“She has not been eating, sleeping, nor participating in the normal intimate recreations. Her behavior is off and her pallor has changed considerably,” Spock argued.

“That’s not of anyone’s business, Spock,” you said, appalled. He was being...so unlike himself. It was even weirder that it was in front of Bones. Spock would rather eat his hat than be any kind of vulnerable in front of...well anyone. 

“He’s...he’s just worried about you,” Nurse Chapel offered politely from afar.

You groaned, “I wish everyone would just stay out of it. I’m not ready for this.”

“Well you should’ve thought about that before you...uh” Bones started but immediately stopped when you shot him daggers, “Spock, why don’t you just ask her?’

“She has deceived me once before. I do not trust her again to be candid. She is either emotionally upset with a matter and does not want to tell me because it concerns me or she is ill and is emotional about such and does not want to tell me. Either way I am...most concerned.”

It seemed Spock would be eating his own hat later. You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks. Was he really this worried? 

“Spock...”

He turned to you, “I apologize for involving the doctor but I do not like it when you lie. Especially when I can be of assistance.”

You could feel water brimming at your lashes. “You’re so smart, Spock. Just so damn smart I hate it.”

You sat on the edge of one of the stretchers, tears dribbling down your face.

“Now, look what you’ve done, you ass!” Bones said angrily, “Out of my bay this instant.”

Spock ignored him and knelt down in front of you.

“I can help. And if I can’t we will find a way, ashayam.”

You looked up at him. “I am upset with something...and I am sick and it does have to do with you. Both of your guesses were right.”

You held out a hand. He assumed it was to meld, but it wasn’t so as you only placed his hand palm down on your still flat abdomen.

His eyes widened. “Y/N...”

“I know I lied about talking to my mother. I was just afraid you would find out and I wasn’t... I just don’t think we’re ready. I want to be ready, but I don’t know if you’re ready. We’re not married and I don’t want to cause trouble for you on Vulcan.”

He stared at your stomach for a long time, hand unmoving.

“I do not care what others think of me on Vulcan. I do not care what they think of my t’hy’la or my child,” he said with a tone of finality, “I only care what you think. If you are not ready I will not force you to beget my children.”

“Are you ready?” you asked.

“I do not think a parent ever truly is. My mother once spoke those words to me,” he admitted, “But it is not my say in the matter whether you choose to carry out the pregnancy. Do you wish to terminate the pregnancy?”

“No, Spock.”

He rubbed your stomach gingerly, “I am sorry for my behavior, ashayam. It was most ill-mannered of me. The mother of my child deserves better treatment.”

You placed your hand over his while it was still on your stomach, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t lie to you.”

“Well, well,” the doctor spoke up from the awkward silence beside his nurse, “I guess we ought to pass around cigars now?”

It seemed you both had forgot that Bones and Christine were still even there, witnessing the sappy moment between you two. 

Spock repaired that easily. 

“I will not allow my t’hy’la to engage in such a habit or for those surrounding her to do so. Certainly, doctor, you do not permit such unhealthy behaviors to pregnant persons.”

You laughed and Bones rolled his eyes.

Another day on the Enterprise, you thought. Another day.

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[kiriani]

.3 FANDOMS.

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RULES: choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends~

I choose:

Star Trek TOS

Dragon Age Inquisition

Horizon Zero Dawn

The first character you loved:

probably Spock, like every other dork

Solasfuckinggodddamnit

Rost technically since Aloy was a baby in the opening

The character you never expected to love so much:

Jim - you go into Trek with the pop culture misunderstanding of Jim... you come out with the biggest cinnamon roll

Solasfuckingracistelitist Cullen - protect this man at all costs

Aloy - I *literally* cried at her opening montage you guys. Literal tears of happiness.

The character you relate to most:

I don’t really relate to anyone on Trek...

......am I allowed to say fem Adaar?? Maybe Cass.

I’d love to say Aloy but mostly it’s just because I love her and she is everything tiny child me would have aspired to.

The character you’d slap:

Trelane?

Sera - you all know how I feel about willful ignorance. She’s a fantastic character, but exactly because I want to slap her.

Faro - obvs.

Three favorite characters (these are in order of preference):

oh come on now.

Dorian, Cassandra, literally all fem Adaars ever?, Cole

Aloy, Varl, Avad

A character you liked at first but not so much anymore:

Literally being in fandom only made me love all of the characters more.

Bull kinda maybe??? Some of his writing seems sloppy and I thought they were taking his romance in the complete opposite direction. Also I very much am squicked out by the way he sexually harasses Dorian until they’re a couple... Fanfic fixes this but still. Also Solasfuckingdelusionalselfrighteous

Silas.... I guess....???

A character you did not like at first, but they’ve grown on you:

Janice Rand (I’m sorry I love you I lied!!!!!)

Cassandra? Maybe Cullen? I didn’t take the time to get to know them in my first play through because I was stupid and rushed through things.

Erend

3 OTPs: (wait... 3 each???)

Space Husbands, brotp: I choose the danger, brotp: he would have done the same

Cullrian, Cassandra/Varric, Krem/Maryden

literally everyone is in a giant polyamorous relationship

I don’t tag people because I’m lame and don’t want to impose on others sorry D: