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Jim Kirk x Friend!Reader

Whatever Jim Kirk wanted, he usually got it. Today, he wanted to make pancakes. You preferred French toast or waffles, but Jim had his heart set on making the pancakes that he bootlegged onto the ship a few weeks prior. This, of course, led to an early morning pillow fight and yelling that attracted the attention of Chekov. He in turn called Sulu who brought popcorn.

“Okay, but pancakes though.” He shouted from the other side of his quarters as you lobbed another pillow at his head. You relented, having run out of pillows to throw at Jim.

“Sorry, I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap. I’ll call you back when I’ve convinced him that a cold doesn’t mean he’s dying.”

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve, and Nat are mentioned

Being supersoldiers, it was very unusual for Bucky or Steve to get sick. Unusual, but not impossible. Just like everyone else, if they don’t take care of themselves, they will get sick. Long missions, not eating properly, and the overall lack of sleep led to those two coming down with a pair of colds. 

Steve hates being babied. During his Pre-serum days, he was frequently sick and people were constantly fussing over him. Now, whenever he gets sick, he locks himself in his room and refuses to leave until he is 100%. He was easy, bring him food and fluids, and you are free to go about your day.

Bucky on the other hand always acts like its the end of the world. Whoever was unlucky enough to see him first would spend the foreseeable future waiting on him hand and foot. Steve had a sixth sense about him and always managed to avoid sick Bucky. Tony had been unfortunate enough to get caught by him and spent the day being asked what various things in the lab was. Natasha would gossip with him in Russian and Bruce would sedate him so he could get stuff done. Today was your turn to play babysitter.

A/N: Here’s a little something that struck me today, not much but enjoy!

Your name meant Secret Victory and you were Odin’s good luck charm, or so they joked. It started off as an accident. You weren’t supposed to be in the chambers while battle plans were being discussed, but you had to bring something to Loki for Frigga. You didn’t know much of war and strategy, but you could tell something was wrong with the plan, and it was written all over Lokis’ face. He never spoke up because he was lucky to have a seat at the table. 

You could say for sure what had possessed you to speak up, but before you could stop yourself, you were correcting Volstagg’s plan. Odin didn’t say anything, but the room was so deathly silent, you could hear the full conversation happening on the other side of the courtyard. Embarrassed, you excused yourself and avoided everyone for the rest of the day.

Loki found you in the library late that night. He was excited. 

“Your presence is requested tomorrow during strategic planning. The Allfather agreed with your changes. Volstagg was horrified at his mistake. You earned a seat at the table. Permanently.”

“Loki, this better not be another one of your tricks!”

“I swear, Love.”

Requested: Yes.  @rachelcarroll1819

A/N: I hope you like this!

Present:

You had tried to escape the commotion outside the train door, but you weren’t quick enough. You saw the badge before you saw his face, Hicks. There was nowhere to run, you were going to have to face him, your brother. When he realized that he was staring at his sister, part of him hoped you had been kidnapped with Lucy. His gut said differently. You looked happy to be on the train and you looked well cared for.

Before you could react, he grabbed your arm and was dragging you from the train and your home. You screamed and you screamed,

“Vascar, help me!” He turned to you for a spilt-second and went back to fighting Priest. They were fighting over Lucy. Vascar didn’t even really want her, he wanted Priest, but now their fight was more important. You hoped it was because Vascar saw that it was your brother. 

Hicks dragged you farther and farther from the train and all of the commotion; you struggled against him long enough to turn around and see the train, and the spot where Vascar had just been standing, explode. His hat drifted back down to the ground at the Priest’s feet. Your life was over. Even if they decided not to kill you, you knew you would never find a love like that again.

When the Priests, Lucy, and Hicks finally managed to drag you back to their makeshift base of operations, they started with the interrogation. How had the sister of the Sherrif end up with Black Hat and why did it look like you wanted to be there?

Five Months Prior:

Your brother was at it again, telling you what to do and where you could and couldn’t go. You were beyond tired of it, and quite frankly, very spiteful. You decided a walk wouldn’t kill you, and if it did, it wouldn’t be your problem for long.

Fifteen minutes into your protest walk, you heard someone following you, stopping, you expected them to stop too. 

“You shouldn’t be out here at night, Darlin’. Don’t you know there are vampires running amuck?” His tone was dangerously playful and you could feel his predatory advance behind you, causing all of the hairs on the back of your neck you stand.  

“I do, actually,” you sounded much more confident than you felt, but he knew that.

“Then why, may I ask, are you out here and alone?” genuine curiosity laced his voice as he approached closer still.

“Maybe, just, maybe I want a vampire to come in and end my misery? Or maybe I’m bait? Or perhaps still, I am not alone, you’re here right?” To him you sounded cocky, to you, this was how you always answered questions you thought were dumb or not their business. 

“Yes, I am here, but I am also not a friend to you. Your heart is beating a mile a minute. Are you afraid or more excited?” You could hear it now, the slight slur that one would expect talking around fangs would sound like.

“Black Hat, I presume?” You tried to sound as uninterested as possible, but you wanted to turn around and get a good look at him. Some who claim to have seen him say he looks like a monster, others like the devil himself. A select few say he is the most handsome man they had ever seen; judging by his voice, he was handsome as hell.

He didn’t respond this time. He didn’t move closer. He just stayed still and watched you in amazement. You moved first. turning to look at him. You didn’t look afraid.

“They were all a bunch of lying...” he was very handsome, but he was more than that, he had been a priest. “Are you going to kill me or gawk at me all night?” you looked puzzled. He realized then that he still hadn’t made another move.

“I was actually contemplating a third option.” It was his turn to pretend to be confident. “You clearly have a death wish, being out here alone like this, but you are unafraid of me. You clearly know who I am and what I am capable of, yet you don’t even bat an eye. Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t feel very threatened right now. If you wanted to kill me, I don’t think you would have stood around talking as much as you have. I think that was your intention, but it seems to have changed. Neither of us is a current threat to the other and as long as it stays that way, I am not going to be afraid. Besides, I want to leave this place; doesn’t matter if it is by death or whatever you have planned.” You were being honest. You felt calm around him. Everything was at ease.

“I could use the company. The vampires don’t speak and I rather miss conversations. You would probably have to become more nocturnal though. I can be out during the day, but I do better at night and that’s when I take care of the vampires.” He sounded like he was honestly considering it.

“Where are they now,” for the first time you had noticed that they weren’t around and you were suddenly confused as to why he was even here.

“Next town over. I decided I wanted to go for a walk in relative peace, and I’m glad that I did.” He had ended up closer somehow, even though you hadn’t taken your eyes off from him.

“Will I be safe with you?” You couldn’t believe you were actually considering this.

“I swear, no harm will come to you while you are a guest on the train.” You believed him.

Present:

You don’t know when you had started crying. You had been sitting there in silence while they yelled at you. That had been the best night of your life, and every night since had been a close second. Tonight was by far the worst of your life. You felt empty and cold; you could feel a numbness spreading from your fingers and toes heading towards your heart. Inside, you were dying and it was because he was missing.

Four and a half months ago:

“I wish I had never taught you to play poker!” it was the third game in a row that you had managed to beat him. He was out of money and his prized hat had ended up in the pot. 

“What can I say? I’m a natural.” prancing around the train car in his hat, he was only pretending to be mad. To say that he had fallen for you was an understatement. You were smart and witty. He couldn’t pull anything over on you and damn did you look fine in his hat. “I know how much you love this hat of yours, so I will make you a deal.”

“This ought to be good. Lay in on my Darlin’.”

“Take me out with you tonight. We can enjoy the night and they can all feed.”

“I can’t let you do that. It isn’t that I think it would be dangerous; I haven’t fed and I really need to.”

Present:

Priest had taken to searching you over for bite marks, all he would find were healed over from nights that had gone too wild or when the vampires couldn’t get out to feed.

A fresh wave of tears fled from your eyes as you remembered all the nights you had spent curled up with Vascar. 

Three months ago:

“We can’t go out there tonight, they know we’re coming for them.” He was agitated and hungry. You crawled on the bed behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You were about to gamble with your life but there was no one you trusted more with it.

“How about you dine in tonight?” You kept your voice easy and nonchalant. it was important that it didn’t come out rushed or excited, otherwise, he would never agree.

“I can’t do that...” he had stiffened in your arms, he loved you enough to be worried for your safety.

“I trust you and you only need a little bit to get you through the night, right? Take it, I am offering willingly.” you kissed his jaw and buried your face in his neck. You knew he would rather die than hurt you. You could feel him chuckle. It was something you would never get tired of. 

“I know it hasn’t come up, but I need you to know that what you are offering, it is a very intimate thing and often is regarded as sexual.” He was uncomfortable having this conversation. He loved you, but he wasn’t trying to force you into anything you weren’t ready for.

“I know it is, and I am more than willing. I love you. You know that right?” Never had he thought that someone would love him so deeply that they would trust him like this. That life was stolen from him as a Priest and again when he became a vampire. 

Present:

The priest hadn’t found any new marks; he wasn’t going to either. Vascar had been tied up with Lucy that they hadn’t had any personal time. You could hear them arguing about what to do with you. You wanted to die, but Hicks wasn’t going to allow that.

Instead, they dragged you to a room with barred windows and locked the door behind you. You were wide awake. This is the time you were usually awake with Vascar. You sat on the bed and stared at the window. For hours, not a sound could be heard. When daybreak cracked the sky, you fell asleep, visions of his hat drifting filled you with a terrible dread. No one bothered you. Night fell again and you returned to staring out the window. It was eery how quiet everything was. Your eyes glazed over from staring. You started to see a figure out your window that looked like Vascar, but that wasn’t possible. 

Again day broke and you curled up to sleep the day away. Your brother came in to see you, but you turned him away. It was partially his fault that Vascar was dead. As night fell, you didn’t bother looking out the window. Your mind only wandered to Black Hat saving you. Around midnight, there was a sharp tug on the bars and the sound of the walls crumbling around it. You didn’t turn around. 

The sound of footsteps on the floor behind you echoed in your ears; still, you didn’t turn around.

The bed behind you dipped as a figure sat behind you. You didn’t need to turn around. You could smell him. He brushed the hair from your face and kissed you gently. For the first time in a few days, fresh tears fell; wiped away by Vascar.

“I was actually contemplating a third option.” He said; grinning into your neck.

“You could use the company.” Your voice was shaky, but you were happy he was alive.

Morning came and the priests had new questions for you. When they arrived at your room, they found an empty bed and a hole in the wall. On the bed was a note:

A/N: I do not own this imagine prompt. I found it on Pinterest so credit goes to the originator, the story, however, is mine. 

You loved your boyfriend Leonard McCoy. You did not love your CMO, Leonard McCoy. For the record, yes, those were two separate people. He was so clinical and thorough, and there were some things you didn’t want him finding out during an exam; such as you were pregnant with your first child together. 

You were going to tell him that night at dinner, but then you got notified about your exam. Absolutely not how you wanted him to find out.  You tried to reschedule, letting calmer heads prevail. Of course, that sent up red flags. You loved exams; it gave you a chance to harass Len at work. You would never reschedule. 

You decided to hide out in Scotty’s office for a while. An ensign came into his office to warn you that Leonard was coming. Scotty was worried. Naturally, everyone rooted for the two of you, so seeing you actively avoid the doctor was cause for concern.

You fled in a nic of time to Jim’s room. You chilled and watched old movies while Jim went about his Captain duties. You were there for a few hours. Of course, Jim knew why you were hiding. He was your best friend, besides Leonard, and he had helped you plan that night’s dinner; the one where you told Leonard the good news. So when Leonard called Jim and asked if he had seen you around that day, Jim said no. YOu thanked Jim and left his quarters, knowing sooner or later Leonard would come looking there anyways. Upon exiting Jim’s room, you ran straight into a brick wall that was none other than a very irritated and hurt Leonard McCoy. 

He flung you over his shoulder and hauled you to the Medbay, right passed Scotty, who you saluted on the way by. Once you had arrived in the Medbay, he dropped you on a Biobed and didn’t say a word. He turned away from you and busied himself with something on the countertop. You could tell by his shoulders that he was hurt.

“Len, I know you’re upset, but I really had a sweet reason for hiding and asking Jim to lie. Honestly.” You hoped that the pain that hurting him cause you had made it’s way to your voice. You would never intentionally inflict pain on him and avoiding him had done just that. Leonard didn’t respond, he just continued about his duties, whatever those were in the moment. “I wanted to do this right. Over dinner. But I still want to be the one to tell you, not some damn machine.”

“Tell me what, (Y/N)?” His tone was harsher than you had thought it would be; it must have surprised him too because he flinched ever so slightly. 

“Leonard Horatio McCoy, you’re going to be a dad!” You tried to sound excited despite feeling a little deflated by the whole situation.

“Are you serious? Darlin’, please tell me you’re serious right now.” He sounded desperate and excited. Even slightly panicked at the thought that you could be fibbing to him. 

“No, I’m not serious. I decided today was the perfect day to piss off the love of my life. Yes, Len, I’m serious.” You were taking a gamble getting snarky with him. After all, he had spent the better part of the day hunting you down and he had missed several appointments because of it.

“Pregnant? Love of my life? (Y/N), I love you so much! You have made me the happiest man alive.” He was tearing up and pulling you into the most gentle bear hug ever. It was a softer side of Bones that was reserved just for you. The crew would never believe it existed. 

“I love you too! We should probably tell Scotty first, he thought something was terribly wrong.” 

“So did I, Darlin.” He mumbled into your hair.

“I’m so sorry I scared you, Len,” you whispered into his shirt.

“Great, now that Bones knows, can we get cake?” Jim popped his head in out of seemingly nowhere. He was the personification of an excited puppy.

“Jim knows,” Leonard said flatly and with an air of exaperation. 

“He helped me plan dinner,” you mumble, equally as flat.

“I’m the Godfather, right.” Jim was perky. He often reminded you of a kid himself. That is when he is off duty. 

“Sure, Kid.” Never in your life had you though one word as noncommital as ‘sure’ would make someone’s whole existence. Yet, here Jim stood before you, chest puffed out with pride, having just been bestowed the greatest title he will ever wear.

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