Kirk x Reader -- Criminal

Part 1

-Sorry I haven't posted in a while, it’s been a heck of a few months. But hey, I have a two-parter here for you! My friend wanted me to do this one so I've spent some time on it (literally hours), bc I love her

Request: “so you’re a liar and a thief.” With like a Criminal!Reader x Kirk!

You were sitting on a street bench of your home planet, watching an exchange at the shop across the street. It was almost dusk and the street was ill lit, but you had nowhere else to be. Two men were paying the clerk for an extremely expensive piece of equipment. It was clear that he was having troubles with his ship. Without the part, there wasn’t a chance it would be able to travel to even the next system. He must have a high valued ship with the part he was getting, you thought. The blonde man said something to his companion, and parted ways. As he left his associate and the transaction was being completed, You had an idea.    As the man left the shop and was nearing an alleyway, you threw up your hood and bolted towards him. He was taken by surprise as you threw him against the wall and quickly ripped the part out of his hands. Kneeing him in the groin, he doubled over as you started running again. “Gimme back that, you thief!” he grunted in a thick accent. Darting around another corner, you came near your present “home.” You lifted the thick cellar door and crawled in. Shutting it behind you, you started to catch your breath.    Living as a criminal wasn’t your ideal situation, but it is what you had to do to survive. This was your ticket off this forsaken planet, and you just had to deal with it a little longer. Being in denial of the situation you’d ended up in had come to a reality as there is no where else to hide. Your stepfather ruled the planet, he was well liked by the people, who barely understood his political wrongdoings. You only lived in his fortress out of favor of your deceased mother, although he was cruel to you behind closed doors. You didn’t want to think about that at the moment, what mattered was you needed to leave before anyone found and executed you.

“(Y/N), is that you?” The old man croaked. He was your old teacher at medical school, and seemingly the only one who doesn’t find you guilty.

“Yeah it’s me,” you panted. “I think I’ve found a way off this rock,”

“Then you better do it quick. Your time is about up. I have word that they’ll be here in a days time.”

You pull him into a final embrace. “Thank you for everything.”

   Hurrying into the other room, you collect your things and quickly put on something presentable. You had to play a very convincing role. It was time to find the blond man.

   Walking towards the shop, you see the blond man pacing while urgently speaking into a communicator. “Jesus Christ, well that was the only one that the guy had Scotty!” He paused to listen to a reply. “Yes I know the ship needs it, that’s why you were supposed to not lose it! Where else am I supposed to find a dealer when this planet is going through a depression?” This was your cue.

“Excuse me,” You started. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I happen to have quite a collection of ship parts. May I ask what you are looking for?” You smirked, knowing exactly what he’ll ask for.

A look of relief washed over his face. “I’m looking for a… wait one second. Scotty what’s it called again?” He spoke into the communicator. “I’m looking for a propulsive warp coil.”

“You’re in luck. I happen to have one back at my shop.”

“You’re a lifesaver. How much? I don’t have a lot. Our last one was stolen.” He shined a bright white smile.

“You know what, I’ll make you a trade. I’ll give you the part in exchange for a lift. I could you take me to Alpha III? I have family there I wish to see,” You picked Alpha III since it was well populated and you could easily blend in. It was federation owned and relatively safe.

“I guess I don’t really have an option, now do I?” He laughed and extended his hand, “I’m Jim. Who are you?”

“(Y/N). Nice to meet you Jim,” Accepting his handshake you immediately realized you should have given him a false name, but he was so alluring you panicked. “I can go grab the part and I can meet back up with you?”

He nodded. “I’ll make a few errands and meet back here in 10 minutes?”

   You agreed to the time and made your way into another ally. 10 minutes you had to wait with the part in your bag, pretending to be getting it from lord knows where. Excitement was running through you like electricity. A new life was coming, one where you could be free. No longer would you have to hide in different slums and packed cities in fear. 10 more minutes and you will travel through the stars for a new home.

It’s time.

   He was already standing at the meeting spot, when you got there. “Ready to go?” He asked. You handed him the coil and almost immediately a swirl of lights encased you. Instantly, you were onboard the ship. Jim handed the part to someone who seemed to be security personnel. “Take that to Scotty so we can get out of here,” He told the officer. “And (Y/N), come with me.  It’ll be about three days for us to get to Alpha III, so I’ll show you your quarters. Are you hungry?” You nodded profusely. Relying on theft to feed yourself meant going some days without a meal. Jim took you a room that looked to be a mess hall and handed you a plate. As hungry as you were, you ate with class. Some things never change, no matter where you currently live.

“So tell me about yourself. Why would you trade so much and leave just to get to Alpha III?” Jim was looking closely at you with a relaxed smile.

“Well, as I said, I have family there. Catching a ride is kind of difficult on my planet in case you didn’t notice,” you laughed slightly. “It’s also for a fresh start. I am looking for a better life there, new people, new me,” you admitted, looking down.

“Okay, you clearly don’t want to talk about your past. I get it. Mine isn’t so great either. Let’s talk about something else, okay? What do you like to do?”

“As a kid, I loved to ride motorcycles. My mother gave me her PX70 that she got from her trip to earth when I was 16. She’d always stick me on the back when I was little, and when I was old enough, I would take it around our property,” A little smile crept across your face, remembering the times you shared with her.

“A PX70? My father used to ride one of those! It’s an absolutely amazing bike. Oh what that bike can do,” Jim looked up with his arms folded across his chest as if he was remembering something spectacular. He’s really something… you thought, admiring his friendly demeanor and interest in others. His looks weren’t too bad either. His dirty blond hair swept effortlessly across his head and his eyes sparkled whenever someone spoke to him. You liked the way he looked at you. It was an interested type look, like every word he heard was the most important thing someone’s said to him.

“Sorry, I was just remembering something a long time ago. So, what else interests you?” he prompted.

“Well, besides your eyes, I’m quite interested in what lies beyond my solar system. Of course I’ve seen people like you and your crew, but I want to go to these worlds, and see every star. It’s quite the contrast from my little world,”

“I have some really great stories about space, if you’d like to hear them,”

“There’s nothing I’d rather hear,” You responded.

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   It’s been many hours of sharing stories and listening to all of Jim’s adventures. You couldn’t tell how long it’s been, but the circadian lights on the ship were starting to change from night to day. Jim yawns in the middle of his sentence, then looks up at the lights. “Oh my god we’ve been talking all night,” he stretched his arms as far as he could, “Do you want me to show you to your quarters, or would you like a cup of coffee?”

“I’ll take a cup of coffee,” It didn’t feel like morning already, but the ship was stirring. He meandered to the replicator to make an order.

“Sweetened?”

“Extremely, if you don’t mind,” Jim smiled at your response and made one for each of you.

   You sip the steaming drink gingerly, while the two of you watch the crewmen on first shift slowly entering the room for their early breakfasts. In walked a man with bags under his eyes and he sat next to Jim, while grumbling incoherent curses to himself.

“Morning bones,” Jim said in a cheerful tone, clearly antagonizing the tired man.

“Mornin’,” he eyes you up and down, “Who’s this lovely lady?” His tone changed quite a bit.

Before you could answer, Jim responded, “This is (Y/N)! She hitched a ride with us after generously offering those coils to save our asses,”

“Pleasure to meet you darlin’. I’m Leonard McCoy. The ships extremely tired chief medical officer. Now if you’d excuse me i have more paperwork to do.” He gave Jim a burning narrow stare and stalked off with Jim’s coffee. “Next time make it black!” he shouted after taking a sip down the hall.

   You guide your hand through your hair and slightly cringe at the texture. That’s when you decided to take a shower, and Jim led you to your room. You brought very little with you, besides a locket containing a photo of you and your mother on the back of her PX70. It was all you had left of her. Seeing that you had not brought any spare clothes, Jim said he would bring you some. You thank him and head to the bathroom.    The hot water felt amazing against your skin. It felt so purifying after weeks of grime. Of course the supply of water was limited and you couldn’t shower for long, it felt like eternity. The water stopped and you toweled yourself dry, stepping out of the bathroom. On the bed was a plain yellow dress, underwear (thank god), socks, and a pair of shiny black boots. The fabric felt soft, but also durable and the shoes were more comfortable than they appeared.    Leaving your quarters, you go to find Jim. As a crewman walks past, you stop him asking where he was. “You mean Captain Kirk?” The officer said. “Uhh I guess? Blond hair, yellow shirt?” You respond. “Captain Kirk. He’s on the bridge. Just go to the top of the turbolift and you’ll find him,”    You head over to this large elevator-like room. The doors shut but the machine doesn’t move. You look around and don’t see any buttons, just strange handles. “How do I go to the bridge?” Immediately the turbolift jolts and starts to speed upwards. Voice activated? Huh. Just then the doors opened to reveal a large room with a blond head sitting in a chair in the middle. “Jim?” You said, slowly walking towards the chair, all while absorbing your surroundings.

“Hey there, sorry, I had to get to working around here, but feel free to check out the ship,” His eyes sparkled and danced as he looked at you.

“Captain! Our ship is in tip top shape and..” you turn towards the familiar accent, recognizing the face. “You! I remember you!” He had a look of rage on his face as he stampeded towards you. “You’re the one who stole my propulsive warp coil! What in blazes are you doing on my ship?”

Jim looked back and forth in shock between the two of you. “So… you’re a liar and a thief…” the sparkle disappeared and his demeanor changed to cold and rigid.

“Jim, I only did it because I had to. My stepfather wanted my head! You think I wanted to do any of this?” Your voice cracked, and Jim just shook his head.

“I don’t know what to think. I don’t even know you. Is anything you said even true? Do you even have family on Alpha III, Or was this all to just hitch a ride and make a few bucks?” He huffed. “Take her away. Lock her up until we return to her home planet and released to the authorities.”

“Jim, please listen to me,” you begged, “Do you want to know why I’m going to Alpha III? It’s because if I don’t, my stepfather will literally kill me. He’s the ruler of my planet and his word goes. I’m a doctor, and the only one that was around when my stepbrother became ill. I had just fought with my stepfather, well more like him berating me, and I was frazzled. I mis-dosed, which ended up killing him. My stepfather thought it was because I wanted to dethrone him, and sent his best men after me. So if I go back, I die.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know what to believe,” and in that instant, two guards showed up, grabbing you by the arm and forcefully dragging you back into the turbolift. As it continued to descend, your heart felt like it was sinking as well. The doors slid open and the three of you took a long walk down a maze of corridors. This is it. I blew my only chance of survival just to talk to a guy..    A blaring alarm shook you from your thoughts, and a red light began to flash from every corner.

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McCoy x Reader -- Damn You

Prompt: “can you do an imagine where reader and mccoy hate each other and always argue, but then it turns out they’re really meant to be? :)”

Warnings: Cursing

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“Damn it, (Y/L/N)! Get out of my way!” Doctor McCoy grunts.

“I’m getting medication for my patient. How about you get out of my way, doctor,” you lashed back at him.

He shoves himself past you to reach his PADD and you drop your hypospray. Giving him a glare, you pick it up and insert medication for your patient. Still grumbling to yourself, you insert the hypospray into your patient’s neck and he instantly relaxes.

“Now, how are you feeling? You had a pretty bad allergic reaction, Lieutenant.” You say softly.

“Better now. Thanks Doc,” He replied, standing up.

“You’re all clear. Rest up for the day, then you can return to your post tomorrow.” You walked away to check on your next patient.

She was suffering from a broken wrist after an away mission. You go to talk to her, but McCoy steps in, starting to set the bones. Why does the doctor never trust you to do anything?

“Excuse me, Doctor McCoy, but I can handle my patient just fine. I do not need assistance,” You say.

“If that were the case then I wouldn’t be doing your job, would I?” His voice dripped with distaste.

“If you wish to finish the shift by yourself then that’s fine. I’ll gladly head to my quarters,” He made your blood boil. Everything about him oozed bitterness, making each day at work more aggravating than needed. At least you finished your shift early and could relax for the rest of the night. Reaching your quarters, you opened the door and headed straight for bed. The warmth of the blankets encased you as you unwound. You decided to speak with Jim tomorrow to change your shifts. He’s a great friend and would understand the predicament. You kicked off your shoes and pulled your uniform off, over your head, and quickly fell asleep.

You sluggishly rise and look at the clock. “Shit!” Your shift was to start in five minutes and you wanted to still speak with Jim. Running through the room, you scramble for your clothes and toothbrush. While doing so, you trip, smacking your forehead against the nightstand. “Damn it!” Holding your head with your left hand, you jam your shoes on and race out the door. The doors to medbay slide open with McCoy looking up from his desk.

“Typical,” he scoffs.

Before you thought of a retort, the door behind you slides open. Jim hurries though, “Doctors, come with me. We’re beaming down to the planet below.” Before you could question, McCoy pushed you out of the door. The three of you met up with Mr. Spock and a security officer in the transporter room. “There’s no response from the mining colony and we need your expertise as to what happened down there.” Jim said, looking at you and McCoy. Instantly, the whirring sound of the transporter rang and the crew was on the planet. The ground was charred and pieces of the station were scattered. There was a strong feeling of foreboding in the air. All life was wiped from the planet and it was heartbreaking. “(Y/N), You and I will scan the perimeter, while the others look for clues inside of the station remains.”

You contemplated asking Jim for a reassignment for shifts, but he beat you to it. “What’s the deal with you and McCoy, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Oh. Well it started while we were on shore leave when I asked him on a date to a bar in Yorktown and he agreed. I spent hours getting ready because I wanted to make a good impression. I showed up at around 7, when I was supposed to meet him, and he never showed. I waited an hour and then left. The next day he had the audacity to have an attitude with me. That’s why I hate him. Then, he questioned my vitality on the away mission several months ago. Ever since, I guess our disdain for the other projected. He sees me as insufficient and I see him as a conceited airhead.”

“I see. Have you ever discussed this with him?” Jim questioned.

“No. I refuse to speak with him except when necess---” you started, but you saw something in the grass. “Captain, it’s one of the scientists here!” Rushing to his side, you pull out the tricorder, scanning the body. In the meantime, Jim signals the rest of the team to rendezvous at your coordinates.

“Is he alive?” He urges.

“Yes, barely. We need to get him to sickbay. There’s nothing I can do from here.”

The team rushed over to you and Doctor McCoy kneeled down next to you. He repeated all the steps you had already taken, and advised the Captain to beam everyone back to the ship. “(Y/N), What happened to your head?” His eyes softened with concern.

“I hit my head this morning. It’s fine.” Your voice was monotone. It was odd seeing him show sympathy.

“I’ll put something on that when we get back. Don’t worry,” the corner of his lips drew up ever so slightly.

Aboard the ship you and McCoy rushed the man to medbay, preparing tests for him. The patient woke up after given a stimulant. He looked around quickly, trying to understand his surroundings. “I’m Doctor (Y/L/N), you’re aboard the Enterprise. Can you tell us what happened?”

“I’m Jean D’Amboise. I… we were doing a routine check on the mine, when I got into a fight with Jose about what he shouldn’t bring near the rocks. They’re highly flammable and he knew that. I left to get some fresh air and clear my head when I heard a loud noise. I was propelled forward and my whole body felt singed. I’m sorry, that’s all I remember.”

“Everyone else, they were inside when this happened?” McCoy inquired.

Jean nodded his head and slumped down. The stimulant was wearing off.

Although the incident was a tragedy, it was relieving that it wasn’t intentional by any hostile lifeforms. “Sit down and let me check out that forehead of yours,” McCoy said, leading you towards a biobed. He scanned your head and pressed a cool ice pack on it. “Just some bruising and a slight cut. Be more careful next time,” He rolled his eyes.

You grumbled a thank-you and went back to your quarters to finish your report there. In the room you made yourself a cup of tea and sat at your desk. The report was brief. The patient suffered from burns and a severe concussion from the impact with the ground, but was expected to make a full recovery. The report consisted of what Jean had said and all of his injuries, including a psychological evaluation. When you had finished your work you crawled into bed for a long rest.

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After you left, Jim walked into medbay looking for McCoy. “Bones, can I speak to you about something? It’s a personal matter.”

“Sure Jim, what seems to be the problem?” McCoy gave him a quizzical look.

“You and (Y/N) is the problem. Talk to me,” Jim said in a commanding tone that softened towards the end.

McCoy rolled his eyes. “It’s not me, it’s her.”

“But you stood her up.”

“What! She stood me up! I went to the bar to meet her and waited for over an hour and she never came.”

Your story seemed true to Jim, and Bones would never lie to him. What if the past few months of bitterness was merely from a misunderstanding?

“Bones, what time were you supposed to meet her..?”

“9:00. Why does that even matter?” McCoy’s voice was raising.

“When she spoke to me today, she said she showed up to the bar at seven…”

The good doctor’s eyes widened slightly. He immediately strode past Jim and out the door.

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Just as you started to fall asleep you heard a banging on the door. Groggily, you walked over to open it. The floor was ice cold and it was late at night. Who could possibly need you at this hour? You slid the door open and to your surprise, Doctor McCoy was standing in front of you. He seemed worried and tired.

“What are you doing here?” You were slightly irritated by his presence, but curious to why he was there. He had never been to your quarters before.

“I need to know something. Did you really go to meet me at the bar at seven that night?”

“Yeah. Why the hell are you rubbing it in?”

“I’m so sorry. I can’t believe this. I went there at nine and you never showed up,” McCoy placed a hand on your shoulder. “And i’ve been mean to you ever since. Because I fucked up…”

You had no words. Harboring this feeling of hatred towards someone you wanted to be with dissapeared and you pulled him into an embrace. He was warm. Everything about him was calming and you started to forget about the past. He smelled like summer; like the forest and yet there was a hint of chemicals from sterilization. You quickly pulled away, remembering something.

“Doctor… what about--”

McCoy immediately cut you off. “Please just call me Leonard, Darlin.”

“Leonard, why did you think it was unnecessary for me to be apart of the away team months ago? Am I really that unvaluable as a doctor and a scientist?”

“No, you’re an outstanding Doctor, (Y/N). Although I was upset with you at the time, I was worried; worried you would get hurt,” he pulled you back into a hug, his hand running through your hair. You brought him inside your quarters and sat on the edge of your bed. There were so many emotions bursting inside you. It was a mixture of joy, remorse, and self-hatred. It was hard to believe that the past several months of anger was fueled by a stupid mistake. You should have talked about it sooner.

He grabbed your hands and placed them in his own. He looked as if he was tearing himself apart over his mistake.

“How about we have a do-over date?” you asked.

“I would love that darlin’. When?”

“I’m free right now,” a grin sprawled across your face, mirroring Leonard’s.

“Sounds like a splendid idea.”

Kirk x Reader -- Oblivious

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Request: “Okay I got a request from you. Reader is the commander of the security detail and Jim’s personal body guard as well as long time friend and so wherever Jim goes she goes and they’re super casual with each other like they have sleepovers and are all cuddly/touchy and call each other stuff like love or babe but aren’t dating because they’re oblivious till someone asks her on a date and kirk gets jealous..”

Warnings: cursing

“Captain!” You yell, as you push him out of the way of a phaser blast. The rock behind you disintegrates. Pulling out your phaser you return fire at the Klingons. Of course you knew there was high risk, or Jim wouldn’t have asked you to form a security team to accompany him to the planet.

“Thanks, (Y/L/N),” The Captain said as he continued to fire at the enemy. Your team pushed the klingons back and watched as the survivors beamed back to their ship.

The team only had one casualty, which was lucky. As everyone regrouped, you asked, “Captain, why have the Klingons trespassed into federation space?”

“Simple, (Y/L/N). This planet is loaded with dilithium crystals that supply only us. Not only would the possession of this planet benefit them, it would cripple us. Thanks again for saving my life,” Jim rested his arm over your shoulders, “You still coming over tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, love,” You replied.

You called to Scotty and he beamed everyone up. When you were inside the ship, there was a gurney waiting for your injured officer. As he wheeled away, Jim saw the worried look in your eyes. Lieutenant Beckett was your top officer and a kind soul. His wounds looked deep and you were afraid he might not make it.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), he’ll be okay,”

“He didn’t want to go on this mission but I forced him,” You sighed.

“He will be okay darling, I know it’s always tough when one of your men get hurt. But you can’t be upset by each one. It’ll drive you mad,” He lifted your chin up. “C’mon, snacks and sleepover?”

You nodded your head and he guided you back to his quarters. You walked through the door and headed to his closet. Now that your shift was over, you pulled out some of the clothes you left last time. Since sleepovers were common with you two, there were always clothes in each other’s closets.

Jim was in the kitchenette making tea as you slipped on your shorts. It was a bit chilly inside his room, so you decided your t-shirt was not enough. “Jim, I’m stealing a sweatshirt!” You yelled, pulling out a warm grey one with ‘Starfleet Academy’ written across the chest. It was baggy and grazed your lower thigh. It was clearly old, with tiny holes in the sleeves and neckline.

He walks over handing you a mug, looking at your attire. “That sweatshirt is my favorite. It was actually my father’s when he was in Starfleet.”

“Oh my god, should I take it off?” You asked, not wanting to chance damaging it.

“No, no. It looks really good on you.” Kirk’s smile was reassuring as he pulled the blanket around your shoulders.

Resting your head on his chest, you ask, “Where do you see yourself after Starfleet?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I see an ‘after Starfleet’. Why?” He inquires.

“I was just wondering. I really love my job, and can’t see where my life is going to end up after. I was just asking to see if you had any ideas, but I guess we’re in the same boat..”

“Don’t worry about it hun. You’ve got a whole life ahead of you. If you ever need anything, I’m right here. You’ve been my best friend for many years. You’ve supported me through the toughest times in my life, and I will always do the same,” His arms wrapped tighter around you, encasing you with warmth. He was so wonderful. You didn’t know what you’d possibly do without him.

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It was a boring day at work. No missions, no troubles, just the ship hurtling through the vastness of space. Since you were unneeded during the day, you decided to check on your injured co-worker to see if he’s healing and when he can return to work. As the door to medbay opens, McCoy spotted you. “(Y/L/N)! What can I help you with?” He asks.

“Oh, I’ve come to check on Beckett. Can he return to work soon?”

“Don’t rush him. He has a severe concussion and suffered wounds to the abdomen. He just barely can do normal human functions, let alone be on a security detail,” McCoy grumbled. You turned to leave when you heard your name called.

“(Y/L/N)? Is that you?” Beckett said.

“Yes. How are you feeling Lieutenant?”

“Much better. Those damned Klingons,” he laughed.

“I want to apologize.. I shouldn’t have forced you to go to the planet when it wasn’t even your designated turn. If there’s anything I can do, let me know.” It was tough knowing that his injuries were your fault. He could have died in that battle, and you wouldn’t have forgiven yourself if he had.

“Actually, there is something you could do. How about dinner with me?” He asked, “I think a date would suffice.”

“Of course. I’d love to, Lieutenant,” you grinned. You hadn’t been on a date since before you’d started the voyage on the Enterprise.

“And call me Derek,” He winked.

You sifted through your closet looking for the right outfit for your date. You wanted to look nice, but not like you were desperate. Clothes were spewed across your bed and you still were nowhere close to deciding. You heard the door slide open and turned to see who it was.

“Hey there, movie night?” Jim asked, sauntering in.

“Can’t. I have a date tonight,” You said matter-of-factly.

“A what?” Kirk asked, masking the shock in his voice.

“Yes, a date. Beckett asked me to dinner.” You slipped off your clothes to try on a dress. “What do you think of this?” You twirled around.

“You.. look truly stunning. I-I have to go. I forgot I had to do a thing back on the bridge..” Jim scurried off, leaving the room dead silent.

You felt a twinge of guilt, but quickly brushed it off. What did you have to feel guilty of? You were going on a date with a nice guy. Deciding on the dress, you went to meet your date. Stepping into the room, there he was with a table and dinner in a romantic setting. Candles and wine rested on the table between the two places. Soft, classical Vulcan music played in the background. It was truly soothing and you were suddenly nervous.

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Kirk was pacing around sickbay, mumbling incoherently to McCoy. After observing the erratic behavior of the Captain, the good doctor placed a hand on his shoulder. “Jim, what’s this about. Something’s obviously bothering you. Tell me, or I’ll make you tell me,” McCoy demanded of his friend.

“I.. I don’t know. I mean, I don’t really understand it, Bones,” Kirk stuttered.

“Is this because of the date Beckett asked (Y/N) on?” McCoy inquired.

“How did you know they’re on a date?” Kirk snapped.

“I was there when he asked her. They were in sickbay,”

“And you didn’t tell me!?” Kirk was practically yelling. His eyes widened after he spoke. “Bones, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” Kirk looked down at his feet.

“Do you want my advice?” The doctor asked. Kirk nodded his head. “Tell her how you feel.”

“I can’t. She’s on a date for crying out loud! Clearly she doesn’t feel the same,” he stormed out.

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“What do you think?” Derek said, pulling out your chair.

“It’s lovely, Derek,” You sat down and he seated himself across from you.

You looked down at the food. It looked delicious. You started to eat as he talked about work and his recovery. It was nice to talk about the job from a similar standpoint, but many of your stories were the same. He was very kind, but your conversation didn’t flow as easy. It felt somewhat off and forced.

It was 10 o’clock and you decided to head back to your quarters. Derek, being the gentleman he was, escorted you back. He guided you by lightly touching your back in between shoulderblades.

“I had a great time with you, (Y/N). I hope we can do this again.” He kissed your cheek and headed towards his quarters.

Retreating into your bedroom, you plopped onto the bed. Ignoring the clothes left from hours before, you fell into a light sleep.

Morning came and you got ready for your shift. You made two cups of tea, waiting for Jim, but he didn’t show up. It was odd, he always came over for breakfast. You assumed he must have been called in early due to an emergency or needed my McCoy and started your walk to the bridge. In the turbolift, you had time to think about your date last night. You wished it was more comfortable, but maybe it’s because you hadn’t dated in a while. But you did already know the Lieutenant, so it shouldn’t have been so dry. Your thoughts came to a halt as the doors opened to the bridge.

“I don’t give a fuck, Lieutenant. Go back to your post or god help me, your ass will off this ship sooner than you can say warpcore.”

“I’m sorry, Captain. I didn’t mean to upset you,” you heard Beckett mumble.

“Get out of my sight,” Jim huffed.

You strode over to the Captain’s chair. “Jim, what the hell’s gotten into you? There was no reason to yell at him like that!” You angrily whispered to him.

“He has. He’s doing an insufficient job and I have a right to reprimand him,” Jim retorts.

“No matter what he did, it didn’t deserve that. He’s a kind man and is doing his best after an injury!” You stormed off the bridge and continued to work elsewhere. He could protect his damn self.

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After your shift, you went back to your room to relax. Jim was on edge all day and you needed time to yourself. You looked through your closet and the only thing clean was Jim’s ‘Starfleet Academy’ sweatshirt. While pulling it on, you sighed. Why did he have to be so difficult?

Just then, you heard a knock at your door. “Come in,” you shouted. McCoy came through the door. “What’s up Leonard?”

“Looks to me you had a rough day and I came to talk,” The corners of the grumpy doctor’s lips lifted slightly. He sat next to you on your bed, giving you a nudge.

“I don’t see why Jim is so moody today,” you grunted. “He was such a jerk to Beckett for no reason!”

“Speaking of Beckett, how was your date?” McCoy asked.

“It was fine. He was very nice. I was disappointed in our connection and conversations. It didn’t flow..”

“Like with you and Jim,” He cut you off. “You love him, (Y/N). I can tell.”

“Everything feels so right with him, but I doubt he feels the same,” you sigh. Never before did you connect that everything you wanted in a relationship was with Jim.

“Tell him how you feel. Trust me. He loves you too,” the doctor stood up to leave as the door slid open. Jim was standing in the opening with his head down.

“Doctor,” Jim nods.

“I was just leaving. You two should talk,” He slid out the door and Jim walked to you on the bed.

He sat down next to you, trying to find the words. He noticed the familiar letters and holes tattered across your shirt. Immediately, he felt more at ease. Looking into his soft eyes, it seemed as if there was a mixture of fear and need within them. Gently, he grazed his hand along your arm.

“I’m sorry about today. I acted immature. You can date who you want. I guess I was just jealous,” His eyes flicked away in effort to hide his emotion.

“Don’t be. He’s not the guy for me,” your hand touched his cheek and you rested your forehead on his.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jim.”

At that moment, your lips collided. His hand slid through your hair, bringing you closer. You felt butterflies in your stomach, but they felt so right. Everything about Jim is what you wanted. His smile, his eyes, his courage and his heart. You kissed him deeper and felt him gently bite your lower lip. You felt him lower your back to the bed as he continued the kiss, pulling away for a second.

"You know, I think you should keep that sweatshirt. It looks good on you."

Spock x Reader -- Jingle Bells

Hopefully my stories are well-liked, so here’s another one, and it’s the end of November, which means it’s Christmas, for all of you who don’t pay attention to commercials.

Prompt: Everyone aboard the ship is gloomy about being away from their families for the holidays. Spock on the other hand doesn’t understand this, and the reader explains Christmas to their Vulcan boyfriend

It’s the morning of Christmas Eve, and you look around at all of the crew. Everyone seems thoroughly upset, but for good reason. It’s the first year of the five year expedition, and they’re homesick. You, on the other hand, find it exhilarating. Home-life wasn’t great back on Earth for you, so spending a holiday with people who respect and care for you is an exciting change.

“(Y/N), Why is everyone on the ship in such a despondent state as of recently?” Your boyfriends deep voice broke through your train of thought.

“Oh Spock! It’s because it’s almost Christmas, and everyone wishes to celebrate with their families and friends from home.”

“I see, but wouldn’t surroundings have little to no effect on the ability to practice one’s religion?” He inquired.

“It’s not just about the religious aspects darling, it’s the celebrations and gift giving with people you love that make it special,” you replied

“Fascinating. I wish to further understand this concept, if you wouldn’t mind giving me a lesson on the parameters of this Earth celebration,” Spock asked.

“Not at all. Meet me tonight after your shift and I’ll tell you more. Are you by chance going to the bridge?”

“Indeed. I shall accompany you.”

The two of you walked to the turbolift chatting about the tasks you each had to do. You had several reports to make on the bacteria you discovered on Angosia III, while he had matters to discuss with the captain. As you reached the bridge, you walked up to the Captain, handing him your PADD to sign off on some papers. Looking over, you saw your best friend, Lieutenant Uhura. She looked unhappy, with her face resting on her fist. The poor girl clearly missed her family.

“Hey Nyota. What’s wrong my dear? Miss your family?” You ask, sitting next to her.

“Yeah, especially my mom. She’s such an inspiring person and I love to spend time with her this time of year. She always decorated our house with tinsel and wreaths. It brought cheer to our family and guest, you know?” She sighed.

Uhura was right, everyone needed some Christmas spirit, even when loved ones weren’t around. You wished the crew was as excited about being together as you were. It seemed hopeless, so you went back to your work on the bacteria. At least we have the day off tomorrow, you thought. There were few days where most of the crew had off for holidays, since there were so many different ones. Kirk thought that this was an important one, and that people needed a reason to stop being gloomy, so he gave everyone off. Although unregulated, the break is thoroughly needed after the unfortunate mishaps of meeting Khan.

Several hours passed and your shift had ended. You had completed the report of the findings on Angosia III, and all that was left was Spock’s analysis. He wouldn’t be done for another hour, so you went to the mess hall. While sitting in the empty room, snacking, an idea sparked. The crew needed to get into the holiday spirit! You got up and jogged to the storage room. There had to be something you could decorate with. After rummaging through, you found a box labeled “Earth Holidays.” It contained very few things, mostly books about the holidays. Eventually, you found tinsel and a few ornaments. Score! There were Christmas lights in your room that you would grab, and some paper to cut out snowflakes.

It was late at night, and everyone was in their quarters by the time you started to decorate the mess hall. Standing on a stool, decorations in hand, you started taping it up to the wall. The doors slid open, surprising you. From your jump, the stool started to wobble causing you to fall. You didn’t hit the ground, but instead felt warm arms holding you up.

“May I ask what are you doing? I could not find you in your quarters, and came searching,” Spock asked.

“I’m decorating! Your Christmas lesson starts with you cutting snowflakes with me,” you said, hopping back up onto the stool securing the tinsel.  

“Now, what are the customs and history involved with holiday?” Spock asked, sitting down with some paper and scissors.

As you joined him, you showed how to cut the shapes by folding the paper and explained everything you knew about Christmas. “It’s a lot of information, but originally it started as a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. The thing is, we don’t actually know his real birthday. A king who wished to convert his nation to monotheism just told his people that since it coincided with a celebration for the sun god. He figured that it would be easier to convert everyone if the people still were able to celebrate. Isn’t that hilarious? Many people don’t know this!”

Spock was doing a horrible job at cutting out snowflakes, for he doesn’t understand the creativity in it. “I fail to see how that is, as you put it, hilarious. It seemed the logical thing to do to keep the peace among his people. But how does this “Santa Claus” relate to this entity?

“Essentially, he was a man who gave presents to children and thought that he would do it on the most important day of the year. You know what? I’m going to show you the movie ‘Santa Claus is coming to town’ sometime. Maybe it’ll make more sense then,” you explained.

“It would be pleasant to view an old documentation on the subject with you. Especially if you approve of it.”

You smiled. Spock was not a man of romance, but he was clearly trying to be sweet and you appreciated it. After your talk, the two of you had managed to make more snowflakes than expected. There was a huge pile on the table. Scooping them up, you walked around the ship taping them to the walls and doors. This took a few hours; the ship was huge. You decorated each deck, leaving the bridge for last. When you finally got there, you realized that you were almost out of things to use. Sending Spock away to make more, You thought of an idea. Using your remaining tinsel, you strung it along the door in the shape of a Christmas tree. Perfect. After about a half hour, Spock wasn’t back. You were out of decorations, so with nothing to do so late into the night, you sat at in the Captain’s chair looking out into the vastness of space. Lost in thought, you didn’t pay attention to how much time had passed until you heard the bridge door slide open.

You yawned and looked over towards your boyfriend. He was holding two mugs, and handed you one. “I believe this is a traditional earth seasonal beverage?” He said.

“You made hot chocolate? Thank you. I didn’t know you even liked it.”

“I’m drinking tea. I only made some for you. The idea of drinking such an unhealthy liquid that usually comes in a package is unappealing me.”

“Oh come on, try it. Take a sip of mine. You even put little marshmallows in it!” you begged. You slid over in the seat and he sat down. “Wouldn’t it be illogical to avoid something if you’ve never tried it, Spock?”

“You are correct. I believe I will sample it.” You handed him the mug and he took a small sip.

His eyes widened and took another after another sip. “Fascinating,” he mumbled.

You giggled at the sight of him downing your hot chocolate. He clearly enjoyed the “repulsing” drink and you thought it was excellent. It was nice that he was enjoying something from Earth. After all, he is still half human. The two of you remained in the chair, staring up at the stars until you fell asleep with your legs wrapped around his.

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You woke up in your bed around 11:00. How did you get here? Spock. He must have carried you to your quarters after you fell asleep. Your bed was empty, he must have left when he woke up so he wouldn’t disturb you. You put on some casual clothes and made your way to the mess hall, assuming that’s where he’d be. When you arrived, the room was filled with chatter. Kirk was sitting across from Spock and Bones and you glided across the room to sit with them.

“This is amazing, I wonder who did this,” you heard Kirk say to Bones as you reached them.

“Oh, I wonder,” You chimed in, smirking in Spock’s direction.

“Well, I am glad that this happened. The morale of everyone on board was extremely low. This really boosted everyone’s spirits. Even mine,” Bones said.

“Sally soul sucker over here’s spirit’s lifted? This really is a Christmas Miracle!” You shouted as the table laughed.

Bones and Kirk left the table to attend to work. Although the crew has off, they still have important duties to take care of. After they left, Spock reached over the table and lightly touched your hand.

“(Y/N), I was looking for a time to give you this and I believe that the traditions of this holiday would suffice as the reason,” he spoke as he pulled a small box from his pocket.

“Oh Spock, you didn’t have to…” you said quietly as you opened the box. It was a small necklace with a stone in the center.

“This was my mother’s. It is a stone from my home planet. Merry Christmas my T’hy’la.”

Tears welled in your eyes. This was too much. You never thought Spock could be so sweet and sentimental.

Leaning forward, you gave him a passionate kiss. “Merry Christmas, Spock.”

Chekov x Reader -- Away Team

Hey everyone, this is my first star trek imagine, I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “You either owe me a hundred cookies or a really expensive bottle of vodka–your choice.”

You were on an away mission with Chekov, Kirk and Spock on a newly discovered planet. It was exciting. This was your first away mission with Chekov. The two of you were good friends, but you were always too afraid to tell him you wanted more, so you kept it friendly. Everything was going great, until your team encountered the inhabitants. They were very primitive, but extremely large and violent. You gripped your phaser as the mass of creatures came towards you, but Kirk sent you a look. He was right, you couldn’t disobey the prime directive and phase them.

“Keptin, vhat do ve do? They’ll rip us to shreds and our communicators aren’t vorking!” Chekov stuttered. He was right. You gripped his arm, worried about what would happen next.

“There’s only one thing we can do, Ensign. Run!”

You ran with all your might. You didn’t think of where you were going, or even the crew behind you. You kept in the lead, for you ran track in high school and had very strong legs. After you felt you’d outran them, you stopped and turned around to discuss what to do next, but the crew was gone. Where are they? The creatures must have got them.. You thought. Your heart sank.

“No.. Chekov..” You whispered.

Not only did you lose your Captain, but you never got to tell Chekov how you truly felt. As you mourned for your crew, you also knew that you had to find somewhere safe to think about your next move. Those creatures must be close behind and you couldn’t risk being visible. As you craned your neck looking for somewhere to go, you caught a glimpse of the creatures off in the distance. They were still coming. You bolted in the opposite direction of them, towards some rock formations. The terrain was mostly flat, hard stone on the planet, so you needed to find some form of coverage.

As you climbed through the large rocks, you discovered a cave. It seemed about 5 feet high and a little wider than three. Crouching down, you made your way deeper into the cave. It was difficult to see, for the planet’s two suns were setting and you were getting deeper into the rock. After about a minute of walking deeper, you reached an end and sat down. The size and sharpness of the cave walls were uncomfortable, but doable until you could figure out a plan.

What felt like hours passed as you remained on the rocky floor. Now it looks like I’m the one in real trouble, You thought. It sent shivers down your spine thinking about what they could be doing to Chekov at the moment. Is he dead? Is he suffering? You shook your head trying to rid yourself of these thoughts. The Enterprise must be looking for you, their entire team isn’t back and hasn’t checked in.

It was dark now. There’s no use in working now, you were exhausted. You closed your eyes and leaned you head against the cave wall. You’d figure everything out in the morning; however many hours away that may be on this planet.

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You were lightly sleeping, it was unknown for how long, but you remained unaware that something was coming towards you in the cave. Someone, or something had found you. You felt something grab you and jolted awake. Screaming, you flailed your limbs and started to swing at your attacker, making contact with it. Crunch you hear. Followed by, “Vat the hell was zat for (Y/N)!” The voice was so familiar to you, like it was your own.

“Pavel Chekov, is that you?” you cried, throwing your arms around him. “I thought they got you, I thought you were dead.” Tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I’m right here, safe and sound. Vell, except for the fact that you may have broken my nose.”

“I’m SO sorry!”

“You’re going to have to make it up to me. You either owe me a hundred cookies or a really expensive bottle of vodka–your choice.” He laughed.

The two of you made your way out of the dark, musty cave and into the morning sunlight. You still felt exhausted, but were glad everyone was safe. Spock and Kirk were there waiting for you, relieved that no one had died. As you both got closer, Kirk’s expression changed. The corners of his mouth dropped into a disgusted frown.

“Chekov, what in blazes happened to your face?” He asked.

You didn’t yet look at the damage that you had caused, and turned to look at Chekov’s face. His nose was completely sideways and blood ran down his soft lips. “Captain, that was my fault. I was startled and couldn’t see in there, and I may have punched him..” You looked down.

“That’s… one heck of a punch there Lieutenant. Well, how about we beam up and you take him to sickbay,” He smirked.

You gave him a look of confusion, unsure of how he would contact the ship without a working communicator and Spock proceeded to tell you that through the ingenuity of Chekov, he was able to combine their communicators, tripling its radius. Instantaneously, the group energized and you were back on the starship before you knew it.

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(A couple days later)

You knocked on Chekov’s door. You hadn’t seen him in a few days since he’s been out of sickbay and you have opposing schedules. The door slid open and you walked in.

“Hey Pav, your nose looks much better!” you smiled.

“Thanks (Y/N). It’s back to normal now, ze doctor told me to keep this bandage on for a few days though.” he said brightly as his arm rested on your shoulder, guiding you in.

“Well, to pay you back, I got you a little something,” You lifted up the medium sized gift bag, stuffed with pink tissue paper towards him. Although he was kidding back on the planet, you thought it would be appropriate to repay him for saving everyone. He sat on his bed and patted the spot next to him, inviting you to sit while he gingerly opened the bag.

“Cookies!” He cheered. He popped open the top of the tin and started digging in.

“Pav, there’s more. Look deeper in the bag.” He took out the tissue paper to discover a bottle of vodka lying at the bottom. “I know it’s not necessarily expensive but it should do nicely if you’d like to pop it open now,” you took the bottle from him to open. He quickly went to the kitchenette and grabbed two shot glasses and you poured the clear liquid into each.

“Cheers,” He said, looping his glass around yours. “To an amazing girl. You really are something, (Y/N).”

Blood rushed to your cheeks, and you downed the shot. It burned your throat but you showed no reaction, to Chekov’s surprise. You took it like a pure-blooded Russian. You poured yourselves some more, spending the night in a drunken stupor. Although the two of you were close, you had never been drunk in each other’s presence before. It was warm and very personal. The two of you laughed and talked for hours about your thoughts and feelings about the world, all while finishing the tin of cookies.

Your legs were laid across his at an angle. They were strong and comfortable. In the mists of your conversation, you felt a surge of courage. Gazing into his eyes, you hoped he felt the same. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his. He instantly responded, kissing back harder. He ran his hand through your hair and grazed his fingers along your cheek. Eventually, he pulls away, a large grin rested on both of your faces.

“As much as I’ve very much enjoyed that, are you sure? Do u like me, or is zis ze vodka talking?” Chekov said, looking down. His hand still resting on your cheek.

“Of course I like you. I just.. Never had the courage to show it until now,”

His eyes lit up and he kissed you, this time, much softer and sweet. “I guess it’s a good thing you broke my nose then,” He giggled and lightly pulled your head to rest on his shoulder.

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