#need to make more women ocs to counteract this...

[crows-of-buckets]

I was watching a video about how artists really don't like women (specifically how male ocs are favored/more complex/drawn more) and it's so crazy to me. Especially because for a very long time I didn't design very many guy ocs, and when I did they didn't stick around long. While I am pretty balanced in my ocs now a days, I still do feel like I get more attached invested in my lady ocs...

[wordsbymae]

Honestly I wouldn’t mind if ya did a story that was just breeding kink baby fever pregnancy centered focused 🙈 No thoughts head empty just 🌽

But I do have to ask out of your ocs who’d actually make a great father vs shitty father vs meh father? And what are some of ya ocs parental habits for raising the babies?

Hi!! Honestly I wish I was sooooo much better at smut cause that's all I would write. I'm trying to get back into writing smut but I'm really not very good at it, but I'm practising! Also i promised a fic tonight but I'm tired and my writing is shit so I'll have a red hot crack go tomorrow after work.

Ok so I'll just do out of my yandere ocs, cause they are the ones everyone is more familiar with. TW: talks about domestic abuse

Great Father goes to the Farmer for sure. Look he's got traditional (aka outdated views) but that doesn't mean he would ever disown his children. He had a really horrible childhood and he always promised himself he would do a better job as a parent then his own ever did. He is very hands on, giving his children life skills and most importantly the belief that they can overcome what life throws at them. The farmer knows how hard life is, so he tries to instil good work ethic and most of all a be good to others way of thinking. Being a helping hand is important to him.

He may not like people that much, but being someone others can rely on made him feel as though he is wanted and worthwhile when he was always told by his parent's he was not. He would unfortunately believe in boy's things and girl's things. But that doesn't mean if a son of his wants to help mama sew or a girl of his wants to help him fix the truck he's going to go crazy. No, of course not, he believes that ALL life skills, whether others believe them to be men or women jobs, need to be taught to children. So he doesn't care about division of labour based on gender.

What makes him a bit weary is if his son wants to wear florals or pinks, or if his daughter ONLY wears masculine clothes, especially if they go into town. He's just not comfortable about it. However, over time I think he just wouldn't care anymore and would only fuss if they are wearing improper clothes to work on the farm with. Likewise he wouldn't disown his children if they came out as queer, he would most likely make really cringy jokes and ask embarrassing questions and then say something like "Oh, so I can't ask my child a genuine question? Is that not politically correct now?", but like sir, please the question was embarrassing.

But yeah, once he kinda understood it he would come to terms with it and actually would be funny. Like if someone in town asks him if he's proud of his kid for coming out hell say (absolutely seriously) "why the fuck should I be proud of them coming out of the house, why do kids these days need praise for every little thing they do!". like he wouldn't understand what the phase coming out even means. Anyway on to the next!

Meh Father goes to the Mad King. The man is all bark no bite. He pretty much only wants children as heirs and also to have levrage over the reader. He's not horrible by any means, he spoils his children when they deserve it, but he also makes them understand that nothing good in life is freely given and you have to take it. But unfortunately he also causes rivalries between his children. They are desperate for any attention/praise from him that they will try to out compete one another to gain it. Often resulting in arguments and injuries.

Reader (whether they wanted children or not) has to act overly motherly and affectionate to their children to counteract his actions. There is no favouritism or stern reminders of their places as heirs, just warm, welcoming love. Also his children aren't idiots, they can all tell that their parent's did not marry for love. At least on their mother's side.

They are torn between desperately wanting their father, the king, to show them true love not just cold approval and hating him for the emotional abuse he has put their mother through. It's actually kinda sad, because he was always desperate for the attention and love of his father and now he's caused the same thing between his own children.

There is moments of affection and love but the more he see's himself or god forbid his brother in his children, he begins to be very cold and distant. The man kinda forgot that a kid is 50/50 not just 100% their mother's. That's why his youngest is his favourite, although he would never tell anyone ever. His youngest is pretty much reader cloned, looks, personality, and everything. When he looks at them he is harshly reminded what he took away from reader the day he became king.

Bad Father goes to the Killer. This man would have absolutely no fucking clue what the fuck to do. And he would not care to try. Reader (who is usually gn but for the sake of this is afab) is heartbroken when they realise they are pregnant, and Killer has no idea why they won't stop crying. And why do they keep being sick all the time. A primal part of him likes the idea of caring and providing for his darling and their children, in fact he loves it.

When he figured out reader was pregnant, he started stocking up in furs, wood, meat and cloth. He made a crib from what he remembered his little brother's to be (omg lore drop). He likes to provide, but damn does he actually hate having a child. He leaves ALL baby stuff to reader, he pretty much refuses to look after or even pick up the baby. He gives reader all the resources they need and the Killer calls it a good job done. The poor kid(s) grow up very isolated and confused. Their mama loves them with everything they have but their pa won't even acknowledge them.

Resentment grows as they do. They of course don't really understand why they are here and why their mother/parent is with killer, because it's all they have ever known. They've known nothing other than this. I can see this going either two ways. One day the oldest snaps, they are sick and tired of listening to the screams of the their father's victims. Their mother/parent tries so hard to keep them from barging out of their small shack.

The eldest faces their father, who has grown grey over the years. However, he is still a scary and strong man, and the eldest falters slightly, it's enough for the Killer to smack their eldest to the ground telling them to go back inside. Reader sees this and just loses it. They have spent a good chunk of their life under Killer's thumb. They have seen so much death and violence they have become almost immune. But to see their child being struck by the man who killed all her friends all those years ago just causes absolute rage.

Reader picks up the old shotgun that they found hidden in the attic, they were always too scared to use it, especially when the kid(s) came. But now its time. Killer doesn't stand a chance.

OR the other way is that once the kid(s) reach maturity they follow in their father's footsteps unfortunately for reader and finally get their father's approval. I like the first idea better.

Hope you liked it! I should have my home invader story out tomorrow!

[thefairefolk-rp]

Welcome back, Eli! Your application for Carmela Troene (OC) has been accepted.

OOC INFORMATION 

Name/Nickname: Eli

Age: 23

Pronouns: they/them

Timezone: PST

IC INFORMATION 

Carmela Troene | FC: Odeya Rush

Age: 335

Species: Halfling

Court: Seelie

Occupation: Courtesan

Appearance

Carmela’s appearance confuses those who first meet her. That’s not to say she looks horrid. She keeps herself well groomed, with her face freshly made, her curls carefully brushed, and her physical, human imperfections carefully disguised. She has a great love for bright colors, floral embroidery, subtle jewels, tulle and silk. The way she decorates herself often serves to distract from the more human features she feels shame for. If one looks closely, they might see her porous skin, slight asymmetry, stubbiness of her hands and slightly off bodily proportions. As far as her human lineage is concerned, her near immunity to iron is a dead giveaway.

Her body movements are graceful and hyper-controlled. But once she lets go of this control, a certain clumsiness slips into her body language. Her voice is soft, possessing a hint of the Sidhe accent she has picked up from those around her. She tries her best to come across as a little coquette. However, those who pay attention often feel as if she’s holding back.

Personality

Carmela is a curious and fanciful girl who often wishes she had been born in a better situation than she actually was. An upbringing riddled with scrutiny on the basis of her species has made her terribly self-conscious. Her appearance, manner of speaking, behavior and others’ perception of her is constantly on her mind, making her terribly vain and, in some respects, rather false. This only half-helps her in her profession as a courtesan. Her relative success in her new profession could be better attributed to her other attempts to better herself; she has quickly picked up High Fae, some forms of dance and other skills taught to the Sidhe fae. She feels far more alone than she lets on, and she is more easily offended than she lets people realize.

Background

Carmela Troene’s life was one of contradiction, affliction and ascension. Born as the illegitimate child a naive human mistress and a powerful, arrogant faerie lord, Carmela spent much of her childhood working as an unacknowledged servant in her father’s home. The noble house of Lelys was a superstitious one; the myth of an inherent curse plaguing the Otherworlds passed from generation to generation. With little except her mother’s useless promises and affirmations to counteract those thoughts, Carmela spent much of her childhood in envy, self-loathing, and in a constant state of want. The later years preceding her adulthood were not much better; at around that time, human affairs in Midsummer took a turn for the worse and the Lelys house pledged its allegiance to the Unseelie cause. Her mother’s status changed from that of a demeaned mistress to one of an outright slave. As for Carmela, she made a quick escape to Seelie lands during the war’s early years and settled to work for a well-off merchant family in need of an extra pair of hands. Her status and her self conception changed substantially during that wartime period. She remained envious of the lives that upper class fae led. However, she no longer thought their strata was entirely inaccessible to her. She worked readily for this merchant family in exchange for a makeshift education, procuring herself access to finer things such as literature, finer clothing and the arts.

Rather recently, the merchant family had hit a financial crisis, and for all of Carmela’s makeshift training, she had never developed a useful trade. Much to her surprise, her beauty quickly became of use. Her childhood spent as an unwanted halfling in her father’s home had once convinced her that her human blood would render her unwanted and uncanny to the faerie world. She now delights in the thought of her unique appearance attracting the attention and curiosity of Seelie Sidhe who control the court. But as beautiful a courtesan as she is, she is still a novice. She hopes that her status as a courtesan is temporary, that she will catch the eye of a Sidhe man who hopes to marry, and that she will live a life as comfortable as the Sidhe women of the Seelie court. She had once used fairytales as an escape during her horrid childhood. Now, they just might delude and depress her.

[crysj88]

Phylax (Avengers x Oc) Ch. 3 Here’s a Quarter

It turned out Bennett didn’t have to talk to Pepper at all. Tony being Tony just did what he wanted, regardless of the consequences. 

The first week after Tony hired Natalie was tense. Pepper was ticked. Bennett became the mediator between them. She spent that week passing messages on to Pepper and delivering her replies to Tony. She along with everyone else was walking on eggshells. Tony needed to make things better fast. 

Bennett was scrambling to catch up on the paperwork she hadn’t gotten done because she had become Tony’s personal delivery service. 

“Lancaster,” she looked up to the door of the security office, it was Natalie. “there is someone here for you.” 

“Okay, send ‘em in.” Natalie stepped back out of the office, returning a few seconds later. Bennett focused on keeping her voice in check. No “Texas twang”.  “Ms. Rushman, Tony said we need to start self-defense training. So what time would you be free?” She felt a bit of pride; no odd contractions, no drawn out vowels. 

Stark’s assistant checked the schedule on her tablet, ”We are about to start the last meeting of the day and then Mr. Stark doesn’t have anything else scheduled until a business dinner late this evening. So I could meet you in the gym in an hour?”

“Yes, ma'am. I should be done here, so I’ll see ya then.” Crap. She mentally slapped herself. She had been ok until “ma’am”. It was impossible to keep the south from slipping on that word, especially since Ms. Rushman showed up. 

Natalie walked out of the security office and back to her own desk.

Only then did Bennett notice who her visitor was. “Emily? I didn’t know you were coming by today. All your stuff is at the secretary’s desk.”

She looked at the blonde then looked back to the hallway, where Natalie had gone. “What the hell?”

“What?” she looked at her ex in confusion. 

“Who is she, Bennie?” Emily shot her a glare. 

“Ms. Rushman?” She shrugged, “she is Mr. Stark’s new assistant.” 

Emily rolled her eyes. “Nevermind. Look, Madison and I talked and we really want to try this. All three of us together,” she sat on the corner of the desk. 

Bennett pulled the report she had been working on out from under the other woman’s hand. “All three of us. Making our relationship what? Polygamous? An open relationship?” She refocused on the report. “Now, I need to finish this, so get your stuff and leave.”

“Bennie, I know we should have approached you a different way about this. If you just give us a chance, one week,” she placed a finger under her chin forcing her to meet her eyes, “we will make it worth your time.”

Bennett pushed her hand away. “That is never going to happen. Now please get your stuff and go.”

She hopped off the desk and circled behind the bodyguard draping her arms over her shoulders “Bennie bear, please, I really miss you.”  

When she placed the first kiss on her neck Bennett jumped up from her seat, knocking Emily off balance. Reflexively Bennett reached out a hand to steady her. “That is something you probably should have thought about before,” She tried to push her way to the door but the other woman blocked her path.

“Bennie if you just meet her, give Madison a chance, give me another chance,'' she begged. 

 “No.” she shook her head. “Emily, you made your choice. You slept with someone else for 18 out of the 24 months we were together.”

“21.” She at least had the decency to look ashamed.

“21 months,” Bennett scoffed. “Tell me one thing,...why?”

“I just... It was all sweet at first, the no sex until we are sure thing was sweet but. One month led to two and then three, and in the third I met Madison and it just happened.”

“That doesn’t just happen, especially not for 21 months,” Bennett knew this was a no win situation, she would see herself as the victim no matter what. 

“I was lonely ok. You got this job with Stark and you disappeared. I didn’t matter anymore. You left during dates, or called to cancel half the time, because Mr. Stark needed you to tie his shoes or something. You weren’t the person I met anymore. You were married to this job and I didn’t even get enough of your time to be considered your mistress.”

“I had Tony rearrange as much as I could when we had plans, but galas, premieres, and charity events are a bit hard to reschedule and I always told you about them beforehand. You tried to make plans anyway.” She could feel her anger building and tried to help her body pump enough serotonin to counteract the rush of epinephrine racing to her brain. 

“You missed our anniversary. Our first. You missed it, all to help Tony Stark and his evil empire,” she spat fake sobs building in her throat. 

“I was half an hour late and I called to tell you that. Tony blew something up in the lab. It took a while to clean it up and I figured coming to dinner covered in ash and slime was a bad idea. It was an accident,” she tried to explain as calmly as she could. "Besides I think after the whole "I've been sleeping with someone else" bomb you dropped a few months ago you have no room to talk."

“All those late nights you HAD to work. Stark probably had any number of girls up here for you. So don’t act like I am the only unfaithful one in this relationship,” here come the waterworks.

“And “training” with Stark’s assistant. I wonder what that could be code for,” she started in on Natalie. “You only keep women like her around for one thing. I can guarantee she got this job only one way. She slept her way to the top. She’s a whore. She is no different than that Potts woman, Stark making her CEO is a joke.”

Bennett finally snapped. “Shut up,” her voice was deadly quiet. “You don’t know the first thing about Ms. Rushman. She knows how to do her job and does it well. She has already helped Mr. Stark with several big deals, and she has only been here a week. She works hard. That is how she got her job.”

“See you're sleeping with her,” she crossed her arms over her chest, “why else would you be defending her.”

“She is a good person. So is Tony. Pepper is more accomplished than you could ever dream of being. Now Ms. Hennings, as you are aware I am normally a very patient person, but you have about pushed mine to its limit. I swear if you try to blame our failed relationship on Tony, Pepper,  Happy, Ms. Rushman or anyone other than me and you I will have you forcibly removed from the premises. They are employees here, it is my job to protect them from anyone I deem a threat. I also consider them my friends, so I WANT to protect them.” 

Her jaw dropped. "You want to know why I kept Madison around? She is so much better than you, in every sense. All your nobility about waiting. In the long run it puts you way behind the curve."

Hey BOBbie connect me to the security team. “Right away, Kid,”

The blonde reached the “com” in her ear, “Mars, Davis, I need you in the security office.” 

Moments later two burly men stepped through the door. “Please escort Ms. Hennings out of the building. She is no longer allowed on any Stark properties. And Emily leave my friends alone.”

The two men led her out of the office before she even had a chance to reply. Bennett collapsed in her chair. She thought back through the conversation with Emily and their relationship. Something about the timeline didn’t add up.  Her job with Tony didn’t push her into Madison’s arms. She said three months. When Bennett got this job they had been dating six months. So it wasn’t Tony. She could only think of one reason for Emily to look somewhere else. She had failed. Bennett was the problem. She pushed Emily to Madison. Maybe she was just too old fashioned in her thinking. This was probably not the first relationship she killed because she didn’t kiss on the first date and sex was not on the table until the relationship had time to be stable and well established. Her dad taught her and her brothers and sister that a relationship had to be built on more than just the physical stuff. If you couldn’t see the relationship as long term then it didn’t need to go past the first date. The reason to date is to find the right person, not just to fill time. Maybe her thinking was too backwards. 

A knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts, “hey, you ok?”

“I’m fine, Ms. Rushman, just an uncomfortable conversation,” Bennett tried to plaster a smile on her face but it failed to reach her eyes. 

“Mr. Stark’s last appointment just canceled so if you want to go head down to the gym now, I’m free.” She smiled. 

Bennett was mesmerised by the sight. She had never seen Natalie smile before, not like this. Shy smiles and seductive ones, flirtatious smiles even deadly ones. A week working with the woman had shown an array of  smirks and grins, scowls and glares. The redhead knew how to present herself to get what she wanted in a situation. This could be just another presentation, a manipulation to get her way.  For some reason Bennett didn’t think this was.  A real smile. People talk about a smile reaching someone’s eyes. Her’s was the opposite: her’s seemed to hide in her eyes long before reaching her lips. “Of course, Ms. Rushman.” Bennett left the reports on the desk. She could always finish them later. 

Bennett grabbed the gym bag from the back corner of the office and began the walk to the gym with Natalie. “How long have you trained?” She asked the redhead as they reached the elevator.

“Just a couple of self defense courses here and there,” Natalie answered. 

“Right,” she laughed, “ I saw you take down Happy,” the elevator dinged open and both women stepped inside. “That was beyond impressive. And that wasn’t learned in a self-defense course.”

“My parents had me training my entire childhood,” Natalie admitted, “never learned for fun. I was always taught that the world was cruel and you had to be prepared or people will take advantage of you,” she shrugged.

 “I don’t really think there is much I can teach you,” Benn said honestly. “I tried to tell Tony. He dund’t listen.” She cringed. “He doesn’t listen. That’s one of Tony’s things… not... listening.”

Natalie’s bright green eyes sparkled at the accent slip. ”Maybe we can go a couple of rounds in the ring. It has been a while since I sparred.”

Bennett, still recovering from her embarrassment, took in the other woman’s attire for the first time. A black pencil skirt and white blouse with the top two buttons tastefully undone, black heels. “Sweats or shorts? I have a couple extra pairs stored in Tony’s gym. We can train there today.”

Making it to Tony's private gym Bennett found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Pointing the other woman in the direction of the locker room. Bennett had spent most of her day in the company gym with some security team member or another so she was already dressed to fight.  She slid her gloves from her bag and strapped them in place, waiting. 

Normally Bennett would just physically stretch out, not depend on her abilities to loosen the muscles. This was not a normal fight. So she focused on forcing the muscles to relax and stretch further than normal. She wanted to impress the redhead, and she already knew Natalie was not going to be an easy fight. Bennett focused on her body loosening each muscle allowing it to stretch to the fullest extent. Proper distribution of blood and oxygen to the body, a steady, controlled supply of dopamine and adrenaline to focus and fuel the fight. But not overwhelm the fight. Bennett was lost in thought and jumped when the locker room door shut. 

Natalie was tying the drawstring on the sweat pants Bennett had lent her. “Thank you again,” she smiled at the blonde, “I promise I will bring my own stuff tomorrow.”

“It’s no big deal,” Bennett shrugged it off. “What kind of gloves do you prefer?” On the side of the ring she had laid out a pair of vinyl sparring gloves, a pair of boxing gloves, and a pair of fingerless gloves. Natalie surveyed the collection before looking back up, clearly having no idea which to choose. Bennett grabbed the vinyl ones sticking them back in the locker against the wall. “Student gloves don’t apply here. Punch heavy or grappling?” She pointed from the boxing mitts to the fingerless gloves. 

Natalie reached for the black fingerless pair, “these are what I need if I plan on pinning you to the mat?”

“If that is your strategy then yeah. You want those,” Bennett grabbed the mitts throwing them in the locker as well. Taking a second to calm her erratic pulse and pull the blush from her cheeks. “Kicks?” She turned to find Natalie already in the ring. She jumped up throwing a spin kick that would have knocked out a full grown man, landing gracefully without a sound, continuing a three kick combo, wheel, hook, side, without ever setting her foot down, before doing the same on the other side. Bennett winced at the anticipated headache. “Kicks, yes.” She grabbed two pairs of shin pads with instep guards and a new mouthpiece for the other woman. Gear on they squared up, this was the first fight the bodyguard had been excited for in a long time. 

An hour later they both lay on the mat completely spent, breathing heavily. “So how do I rank?” Natalie asked, turning her head to look at the blonde. 

“Well,” Bennett tried to force more air back into her lungs and slow her heart rate. “Some of those combinations I have never even imagined before and your flexibility is beyond impressive. Good choke and you know pressure points. Could kill everyone of Tony’s security guys.” She looked over to meet Natalie’s smile. “You sure you’re not like a ninja or something on the weekends.” Natalie chuckled and Bennett pushed herself off the floor before offering Natalie a hand up. “Any tips for me?”

“Watch out for those sweeps,” was the redhead’s immediate response. She climbed through the ropes and headed for the locker room. Bennett watched her for a few steps before following.

“I was thinking about heading over to the park since we have a couple of hours until the business dinner tonight. If you wanna tag along.” Bennett suggested as they returned to the locker room.  

“I would love to but I have some housekeeping I have been putting off all week, and now I have to shower before dinner too,” Natalie grinned.  

“Well if you would have just tapped out when I had you pinned like a sensible person you wouldn’t have gotten near as sweaty,” Bennet replied.

“Obviously you didn’t have me pinned or else I wouldn’t have been able to get out of it,” was her response. 

Bennett turned meeting Natalie’s gaze, a smart remark ready but her words died on her lips when she caught sight of the other woman. She stood there in nothing but Bennett’s sweats and a bra. The blonde stumbled for a coherent thought. She spun back around knowing her face was the same shade of red as Natalie’s bra. Bennett ran a hand through her short hair as she left the room as fast as she could without running.

Natalie’s smirk grew seeing the girl blush. She had to admit Bennett had a certain charm. It would be fun to see how many times she could make her blush. 

“Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares.

A/n: I’m sorry I missed my normal update yesterday. Started a new therapy for my PTSD this weekend and was exhausted. Any way I don’t know if anyone is enjoying this story or even reads it. I know I need to finish it for me if no one else. It’s gonna take a while. If you are reading, Thank you for hanging with me through this story. 

[trekficsandbobs]

The Captain’s Yeoman (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Summary: The Enterprise finds itself in a sticky situation with an alien ship, tensions run high and certain feelings are difficult to ignore.

Pairing: Jim Kirk x OC

Warnings: language.

a/n: only angst and a bit of peril in this one, and as promised a bit longer! The danger will amp up in the coming chapters, just trying to establish character before throwing any mortal peril into the mix.

Words: 2,200

Three weeks had passed since the ‘incident’, which was merely a matter of mistaken identity. The enemy ship thought the Enterprise belonged to a rival civilisation and threatened to obliterate the ship and crew. Jim had managed to broker a treaty with the alien captain and established a new relationship between the Federation and their assailant. It was moments such as this when the crew shined; Jim looked on with pride as Uhura quickly programmed the translator to decipher speech patterns, he was proud to watch his crew buzz about the bridge constantly chattering and fearlessly carrying on their duties in the face of danger. He was tired, his head was starting to pound with stress and alcohol, but he was happy.

Jim issued a yellow alert upon entering the bridge, Amelia watched the light flashing above her door for four hours until it was turned off. She knew she should sleep, her shift started as early as the Captains, but if Jim was staying awake all night so was she.

“Good afternoon Yeoman” Kirk smiled as he saw you enter the bridge and walk towards his chair.

“Afternoon Captain” Amelia smiled back, “The biochemical team managed to synthesize a serum to counteract that rash the away team picked up on Nestea. They need you to sign off on it before sending it to Doctor McCoy.” She said passing him the PADD to sign the document which glowed on the glass interface.

“Oh thank god, if I had to deal with Lieutenant Carr complaining about being itchy one more time I’d’ve ejected myself into that” Doctor McCoy announced from where he was standing behind Mr Spock, pointing forcefully through the viewing screen to the darkness beyond.

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh as she turned to see him return to his usual stoic self, but not before he winked at her betraying his true feelings towards the matter.

Amelia Park liked and respected Leonard McCoy, he worked impossibly long shifts in the medbay and still managed to remain sane. Many of the new crew members were scared of him, and rightly so, he didn’t appreciate the ensigns’ fresh out of the academy coming to him every 5 minutes for burning their tongues on the replicated food. The more experienced members of the Enterprise knew the truth, go to him with a problem (a real problem) and he’d help, even if he didn’t have a complete solution, he always knew the right thing to say or do. Underneath all his grumpy, sarcastic bravado was a kind and brilliant man. She occasionally had to run down to medbay to get something for Jim or some medical record or other for an away team selection, and whenever she did he made sure to check she was coping with “Jim and all his shit”.

Jim handed back the PADD and half turned towards the doctor and said “well, have fun Bones, it’s all yours” before turning back and smiling up at Amelia.

That smile could put a thousand suns to shame. It wasn’t the most perfect smile, but it was his, and it could light up even the darkest of rooms. Amelia smiled back before bidding him goodbye and retreating to the turbolift. The doors swooshed open and she stepped inside, taking a second to exhale deeply before pressing the button for deck 5. She wished beyond belief that Kirk smiling at her wasn’t the highlight of her day, or his off-hand comments about her hair looking nice in a certain style didn’t make her stomach flutter. It was stupid, he was her Captain, and he would never consider her in any other way than his Yeoman, his crew.

“It’s hard” the doctor said quietly from behind her, pressing the button for his deck, “and I know it hurts” he continued as the turbolift hummed to life around them, blue lights beginning to flash by as they began their descent. “Being on this ship for so long, with the same people, there’s always gonna be times like this. You can talk to me about it you know, I’m not as up his ass as he thinks I am. I’m here for you, as your friend” Leonard spoke with a soft tone, his southern accent soothing against the harsh surroundings.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Yeah you do, if you’re ever done denying it you know where I am” he said as the doors of the turbolift opened to reveal a white corridor.

“Thank you Doctor. Have a good day” Amelia returned, grateful for his words- even if she was trying to ignore the truth behind them. Deck 5 beckoned her and she stepped out of the lift.

Jim Kirk had a bad reputation when it came to women, when he was younger he loved to drown out all the chaos with a bottle of whiskey and any woman who gave him a chance. Now he was older, wiser, but the insecurities persisted.

Three months ago she introduced herself with a firm handshake and a shy smile. He was worried that having a female Yeoman would make people talk… the way people always talked. But she was incredible; she never looked at him with that accusatory gaze, never judged him for the amount of coffee he asked for. In truth, he was never happier than when she was at his side chatting about nothing in particular.

Amelia didn’t see him like he saw her, it took him everything he had not to betray the way he really felt. He would just have to suck it up and get on with it, she saw him as her boss, her Captain and nothing more.

Amelia was putting the finishing touches to yet another mundane report when the Enterprise suddenly shook, sending her half full glass of water all over the table and neatly stacked papers to the floor. The red alert light and Jim’s voice over the intercom announced the ship was under attack and that all decks were to remain on standby. Amelia swore and rushed to find a towel to mop up the water, to stop it before it spilt over the edge and onto the floor.

Her communicator beeped from its usual place by the computer. Flipping it open with one hand and furiously mopping the table with the other she signalled the caller to go ahead.

“Yeoman, you are required on the bridge” Jim’s voice rang out, strained and short. Another jolt rocked the Enterprise and the communicator cut out.

Jumping to action, Amelia pulled on her standard issue boots, pausing to look in the mirror. It wasn’t the time, she was well aware, but it was habit. She straightened up her standard issue red dress and smoothed down her strays hairs to her regulation hair style, took a deep breath to steel herself and walked out the door, grabbing her PADD on the way.

The corridor was a chaotic mess. Red shirted security guards were running around shouting orders and crew members were rushing to their emergency stations. The turbo lift was crowded and loud as crew filed in and out at each deck. Amelia spotted McCoy step into the lift but he was too far away for more communication than a nod hello. Eventually the lift was empty but for Amelia and the Doctor, neither had got more from Jim than the summoning call minutes before. Both agreed it was serious. She had never heard Jim sound that serious even though it was the third red alert she’d experienced on the Enterprise. As the doors to the bridge opened, they could see why.

Through the viewing screen, not one but two enormous ships could be seen dwarfing the Enterprise. They were a dark brown colour with a rough looking exterior, only two lights shone from them like a pair of huge eyes - and they were staring at the Enterprise.

Jim was in deep conversation with a yellow shirted lieutenant, probably discussing the material properties of the ships which lay before them. Mr Spock stared intensely at the data reeling across his screen. Uhura sat listening intently, flicking through the channels, occasionally attempting and apparently failing to establish contact.

“Holy shit that’s a problem and a half” McCoy mumbled walking hesitantly onto the bridge, staring at the ships through the viewing screen.

“That is definitely a problem” Amelia replied following him as he walked towards the Captain’s chair.

The ‘eyes’ were unsettling, it felt as if they stared into Amelia’s very soul. Ever present, never blinking (which of course they couldn’t on account of being a result of artificial light) and very unnerving.

Amelia and McCoy stood there in stunned silence as the bridge bustled around them.

“Yeah, tell me about it” Jim said, walking up beside his two friends, “If either of you know what to do right now I’d really appreciate it” he continued, frowning. “No one can make any sense of it, least of all me… Uhura has hailed them a dozen times and nothing, the structure of the ship is something we’ve never encountered - even the material they use is completely alien. They’ve fired on us twice and we can’t figure out where from or why.”

“Have you tried warping away from it?” McCoy offered, Amelia wasn’t sure if he was serious or not - it appeared to her to be a valid suggestion.

“Yeah, but no matter which direction we head in, no matter what speed, they stay exactly there, that close all the time. I don’t get it” Kirk answered perfectly seriously with more than a hint of frustration.

“Have you fired back?” Amelia asked, unable to take her eyes from the ships floating ominously in front of the Enterprise.

“Tempted but not sure it’ll do anything but piss them off” Kirk allowed himself to smile for the first time since the situation began. His friends were beside him and in the bustle and chaos of everything they remained calm. “Bones, I just wanted you to see what we’re handling here just so you’re prepared down in medbay I guess”

“Too kind Jim, speaking of I better get back and inform the nurses to brace for impact. Comm me if anything changes” McCoy replied before turning away and returning to the turbolift, a look of apprehension played on his face. He was scared, but he had work to do.

“Can you stick around? Might just need you to run places for me before this is over.”

“Just a normal day for me then” Amelia replied, laughing.

“Yeah I guess so” Kirk said quietly, smiling to himself as he returned to his chair.

3 hours later the red light was still flashing. The situation had moved past confusion and was now irritating. The light was irritating, the ominous ships were irritating, and the ever growing panic was irritating. One red shirt lieutenant had to be relieved of his duties after a loud outburst of frustration. Jim’s temper was becoming shorter and shorter. He’d snapped at Uhura, he’d snapped at Spock, he’d snapped at nearly everyone on the bridge, and it really wasn’t helping the tense atmosphere.

Jim sat with his head in his hands, exhausted and frustrated, when Amelia stepped up beside him.

“Captain? Jim? I got you some coffee, thought you might need it… do you want it?” she asked hesitantly, wary of his current state.

Jim smiled into his hands, she was the first person in hours to speak to him like a normal person. She was also right, he did need a coffee. He sat up and accepted the steaming mug with thanks.

“Tell me what you think Yeoman” Kirk took a sip of coffee and looked up to his Yeoman, who offered him a warm, understanding smile.

“I can’t make sense of it Captain, but I still stand by what I said before”

“You mean shoot at it?”

“Yeah…” Amelia said sheepishly, it wasn’t her place to tell Jim what to or what not to do but he had asked after all.

“I think you’re right Yeoman. God I really hope this doesn’t backfire” Kirk resolved handing Amelia the half-finished cup of coffee.

5 minutes later, Uhura opened a ship-wide channel and Kirk’s voice rang out across the ship.

“Crew of the Enterprise. For the last 4 hours, we have been under threat from an unidentifiable entity. All possible routes of a non-conflict resolution have failed and communication has been unsuccessful. My intention is to elicit a response from them using force. Brace for impact. Kirk Out”

“Fire when ready Mr Sulu”

The bridge was quiet, the gentle humming and noises of the computers a welcome change from the chaos of the hours before. Every person on the bridge held their breath, everyone on the ship joined them. Kirk’s knuckles were white from the tightness of his grip on the arms of his chair. Amelia placed a hand on the back of the Captain’s chair to steady herself. An empty, sickly feeling settled on her stomach. Mr Sulu took a deep breath and released a single phaser blast towards the alien ships.

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