Intro: So this was going to be a part of my colour drabbles, but I felt it was more Jim than Bones, and the request was for Bones so I decided to save it for later.
I have had this in my drafts for like a week and half and I just think it’s cute and fluffy and just read it if you wanna. Hopefully it will make you smile.
OH and this was also the one I asked for help with with a suggestion for a fake SOS call because I thought I’d need to add it in there, but I guess not lol. Sorry! I’ll use those ideas for another fic.
Pairing: Jim x reader
Word Count: 1108
Summary: Jim calls an SOS in the middle of the night and has a surprise for the reader. Just fluff.
-Enjoy!-
You were sound asleep when a message came through on your PADD, and somehow you woke up to the soft 'ping'.
You snatched up your PADD on the side of your bed and squinted at the bright screen in the dark room. The message was from Jim and read only three letters, but those three simple letters sent electricity up your spine.
SOS.
You sprung up from your bed, throwing the covers off, adrenaline pumping through your system as you threw on your slippers and the first robe you could find, which just happened to be Jim's. SOS was your code word, in a sense, that let each other know that something was wrong and they needed the other.
You sprinted down through the hallway, searching the hallways, even peeking in the Bridge first. Skirting down the halls you reached his room and quickly typed the code to get in, sliding the door open and you pushed into the room. For a second you thought the room was on fire as you searched around, and you weren't entirely wrong. There were candles everywhere, creating an ambiance of flame and warmth, and there, sitting on the bed, was Jim, grinning.
"Hey, babe." He said, the nonchalance in his voice so shockingly different from the adrenaline in your veins that you almost couldn't comprehend it.
"A-are you okay? You sent SOS, did something happen are you-" You spluttered but stopped when Jim started chuckling.
"You look like you just went through a wind-tunnel." Jim laughed and you balled your fists up at your sides.
"If you called me here just to make fun of me I am going to be furious."
"No, no, Y/N, come sit." Jim smiled up at you and when you didn't move he stood and sauntered towards you.
"I thought you were hurt or something, Jim." You gasped, and felt the urge to wriggle out of his grasp when his hands fell around your waist.
"I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean to scare you." His breath tickled your hair, "But it was pretty funny watchin' you run around like a chicken with you head cut off on the security cameras."
Now you groaned and tried to push him away from you, your hands on his chest causing him to lose his balance and you thought you'd succeeded until you felt yourself falling with him, one of his arms still wrapped around your waist. You landed on top of him on the bed, nearly smacking your forehead onto his.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" You growled, trying to peel yourself off of him, but his arms held you fast to his chest.
"Was the SOS too much?" Jim pursed his lips.
"You think?!" You spat, throwing him a scowl.
"I'm sorry." Jim hummed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, right between your furrowed eyebrows.
"You should be." You grumbled, trying to get away again.
"I love you." Jim teased, raising both his eyebrows.
"You're so annoying." You said, your tone only mildly joking.
"Am not." He rubbed his nose against yours before flipping you over so his body pressed yours into the bed.
You couldn't help but let out a giggle as his hands slid up your sides and wrapped around your back, his face nuzzling into your neck as you joked, "I literally don't think I could hate you any more than I do right now."
"You love me." The words reverberated against your neck.
"Nope." You squirmed under him, trying to free your arms so you could swing at him or something.
"You're not getting out of here until you admit you love me."
"Then I guess I'm never getting out of here." You teased and felt Jim laugh as he pulled back to look you in the eyes.
"You're bein' real cheeky, sweetheart." There was a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Hmmm..." You purred in his ear, "what'cha going to do about it?"
Suddenly his lips were on yours, hot and heavy, and you couldn't help but let the anger and adrenaline from before dissipate as you melted into the heat of his body on yours.
"I love you." He said, pulling his lips from yours.
"You're insufferable." You bantered and pulled your now-freed arms from under him, taking your fingers and stabbing them into his sides, trying to tickle him.
He made a surprised garbled noise at the sudden attack, and by the look on his face, you know you were done for.
His hands were now poking into your sides and you lost all ability to control your limbs as he tickled you, and though you tried desperately, he didn't seem to respond to being tickled by you.
You gasped and laughed, kicking and squirming underneath him but he was relentless.
"JIM! JIM STOP!" You squealed and finally you wriggled out from under him and flopped down beside him, both of you now laying on your backs.
He reached over and stabbed your sides once more, eliciting a jump and a squeak from you.
"ALRIGHT, ALRight, I love you, you asshole." You smacked his chest lightly with the back of your hand, and he grabbed onto it.
"Then marry me." His voice was now low and raspy and the words sent another flood of adrenaline through you.
"W-what did you just say?" You sat up abruptly, and he sat up beside you, grinning.
"That's why I called you here. Because, Y/N, I love you and everything about you. I want a million more tickle fights and angry glares and silly kisses. I want a lifetime of love with you. Will you do the honour of becoming my wife?" Jim said, his sparkling blue eyes pouring into yours as he pulled something from his pocket, a little silver ring.
You were speechless. Your mouth was open and moving but no words came out.
"You okay?" Jim tilted his head, and rested a hand on your shoulder in concern.
"You called me down here, in the middle of the night, literally giving me a heart attack, to propose to me?" You managed, the words squeaking and your throat dry.
"Yeahhh, in hindsight that wasn't such a good idea, but I just couldn't wait any longer." Jim ran a hand down the back of his neck.
"Yes." The word slipped from your mouth.
"Yes it was a bad idea?" Jim winced, peeking an eye at you.
"Yes, you idiot, of course I'll marry you." You were smiling ear-to-ear now and watched as relief fell from Jim's shoulders.
"Thank god. For a second there I thought you were going to kill me." He teased, easing the ring onto your finger.
"Oh there's still time." You teased, pulling his lips to yours.
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Intro: Another part for y’all! It’s about to get real good. Of course for the lovely @missmle712.
Pairing: Jim x reader
Word Count: 2300
Summary: The reader is settling in with Jim and Eve. It rains. There is a plot twist. (Mua ha ha)
Intro Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
-Enjoy!-
The evening spent with Jim and Eve was actually very pleasant. You thought it would be full of awkward silences and forced questions, but once you started to make the cinnamon rolls, you actually started laughing and having a good time. Even stone-cold Eve warmed up to you, and she gave you a tour of the small apartment when you told her how much you admired it.
It felt so good to be among humans again. 3 years on your planet, treating and dealing with aliens was fun and an interesting learning experience, but you had grown tired of translating everything in your head and dealing with their grumpy nature.
When exhaustion swept over you, you tucked yourself onto the couch, snuggling under the blankets that they gave you.
"Need anything else?" You heard Jim's footfalls as he rounded the couch and appeared in your vision. You shook your head, pulling the blankets up under your chin and looking up at him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and nodded, pausing a moment to watch you before he left.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” Jim approached you, pulling something out of his pockets, “Is this yours?”
You sat up a bit to see the object that he dangled between two fingers. A little silver heart on a chain. You reached forward and admired the small charm, a flash of white going through you when the cool metal touched your skin, but you didn’t recognize the necklace.
“Nope, not mine.” You shrugged, using your thumb to open the small locket, revealing a small picture of a clean-shaven Jim on one side where the other side of the locket was empty.
“Must be Eve’s.” You suggested, turning the locket around to show Jim the picture.
The devastation on his face was distinct as he retracted the pendant, closing it into his palm, I guess you’re right,” he whispered, tucking it into his pocket before he turned to walk away.
"Goodnight, sweet dreams." He called as you settled yourself back into the couch and your vision went white for a moment before clearing.
Before you could get too concerned about what all this white-vision stuff was about, you felt your eyelids grow heavy and you soon found sleep.
"Damn, it's raining. The traffic's gonna be slow. Better leave now." Eve said to Jim and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing her umbrella and rushing out the door.
"It's raining?" You asked once the door was closed behind her and you took your mug of coffee and moved towards the window.
It was true. This morning the rain was pouring down, soaking everything and anything it landed on, and you could see people rushing about, trying to avoid getting soaked. But the way the light of the streetlights shone on the silvery puddle and the dark grey, almost blue clouds looked beautiful to you. After years of constant sand and sun, rain was a relief.
"I'm just gonna hop in the shower, you need anything before I go?" You heard Jim's voice from across the room but you couldn't tear your eyes from the beautiful scene in front of you.
You shook your head, watching a small child in bright yellow rainboots jump into a puddle, splashing a not-so-ecstatic parent with the murky water. The child laughed and jumped again, and you couldn't help but smile.
You heard Jim turn on the shower and you couldn't help it anymore. You needed to feel the drops on your skin. You remembered that Eve had said something about a rooftop and a stairway to get there and you only had to search for a few minutes before you found the door. You climbed the cement stairs, your heart racing in anticipation of the feeling of the rain on your skin, the taste of it on your lips and the way it would run through your hair.
You swung the door at the top of the stairs open and stepped out onto the small terrace, breathless as you took in the view. The city was spread out in front of you, the short glass railing allowing for perfect viewing of the cityscape, and you admired its vastness and intricacy. The city was twisted and stretched above you and around you, the topsy-turvy architecture that was Yorktown combined with the dark sky was breathtaking. The clouds were shades of greys and blues that you had never seen before. The poured rain down in sheets, the sound of the droplets hitting the terrace was deafening.
Taking a tentative step forward, the pyjamas you borrowed getting instantly soaked, you raised your bare arm into the rain, the sensation on your skin exhilarating. You ran forward onto the middle of the terrace now, the rain hitting you full on, soaking you from head to toe. A squeal of delight escaped you and you raised your face to the sky, the cool water sliding down your face, down your neck in refreshing streams, your clothes and hair instantly sticking to your skin.
Time itself seemed to stop as you stood there, the thrill of finally feeling rain on your skin after all this time making your heart flutter and your mouth stretch into a smile.
Jim:
I panicked only for a moment when I came out of the shower and you weren't there. My heart stopped as I looked around the empty apartment, wondering only for a moment if I imagined that you were here. Then I saw the mug you had been using on the table by the door to the terrace and I knew exactly where you went. You always loved the rain.
Our first kiss had been in the rain. After 6 long months on the Enterprise we finally docked for shore leave and I had taken you out to dinner for the first time. I had expressed my discontent at the rain that started to pelt the window half-way through our meal but you looked at it like it was the best thing in the world.
I knew then that I wanted nothing more than to have you look at me like that. Like I was a long lost friend, or the first change in colour of a sunset sky, or like I was the only one in the world that you wanted. When we walked back to the ship for the evening you pulled away from me to stand beneath a streetlight and you began to twirl, your dress getting soaked instantly. You looked beautiful. I walked over to you and you pulled me close, my heart drumming under your fingertips tracing my collar but you didn't seem to notice. We swayed back and forth, staying frozen in time for endless moments and when you pressed your lips to mine I became yours. The water slipping between each kiss made you smile and I couldn't let you go. Even when you started to shiver from the cold. I just pulled you closer.
When I saw you again on the terrace it all came back to me. I stayed out of your view for a moment, just admiring the exact same way you had your head tilted back, the way the water slid down your neck and fell from your fingertips. And once again I was breathless. Once again you had encapsulated me. And it nearly broke me apart knowing I couldn't have you.
"Enjoying yourself?"
The sudden voice made you turn, breaking through your trance. Jim was standing just inside the door so as to not get soaked by the rain. You hadn't thought you were outside for that long, but you couldn't help but smile at the sight of him and you raised your arms up in the air and spun in a circle.
"YES!" You yelled through the roaring rain and you laughed in glee.
Jim yelled something back to you but you couldn't make it out over the sound of the rain. You gestured with your hands that you didn't understand and he looked torn for a moment before he strode out into the rain, walking towards you.
The certain set to his walk and the gleam in his eye sent a flash of white to your vision again but this time there was something else. An exact copy of Jim but in different clothes and with a street light above his head rolled over your mind and you nearly stumbled back in confusion.
"I have a meeting to go to right now, but I will be back in an hour and then we can go to the police station, sound good?" Jim's voice cut through the image of him that was imprinted on your brain and you shook your head, sending rain droplets and the image flying.
"Uh... Sounds good." You gasped, trying to get your eyes to refocus again.
"You alright?" Jim's hand came to rest on your elbow and you flinched away from his touch unintentionally, still trying to stop your mind from spinning.
"Fine! I'm fine. Thanks. See you in an hour." You rambled, standing about a foot away from him.
He looked like he was going to say something else, but he just closed his mouth, turned on his heel, and left.
When he was gone, you went inside, the rain not feeling as refreshing and nice as it had before so you dried off, changed clothes, and curled up next to the fireplace.
About 20 minutes later the front door opened and you nearly jumped, not expecting anyone this early, as Jim said he was going to be gone for an hour.
It was Eve.
"Oh, hey, Eve. You scared me." You laughed, standing and folding the blanket over the back of the couch.
"Sorry, Y/N. Umm.... where's Jim? I thought he was going to take you to the police station?" She inquired, shaking out her umbrella and setting down her bag.
"He said he had a meeting of some sort, would be back in an hour. Then we were going to go."
"Oh! Right! His meeting. Well, my boss sent me home because of the weather, what a lazy ass he is." Eve laughed and you chuckled in return.
There was a few moments of awkward silence as you and Eve just stared at each other, before she spoke, "C'mon. No use waiting for Jim, I'll take you to the police station."
Eve turned to grab her umbrella and reached for the door. Surprisingly, a sense of disappointment washed over you, as you were hoping to have some one-on-one time with Jim, as you found him amusing and nice to look at.
"You don't have to! It's your day off, and I don't mind waiting for Jim." You conceded, wringing your hands in front of you.
"Nonsense, the faster we go to the police station, the closer we are to getting you home and your bags back." Eve explained and opened the door.
You were still dumbfounded at the sudden change in plans and stood frozen.
"C'mon. It's not a far walk." Eve rolled her eyes and stalked out the door.
You quickly followed, not having a coat to wear so you ran after her, the rain quickly soaking your clothes before you caught up and stood under the umbrella with her.
"I have something to show you first. Best view in the city." Eve smiled and squeezed your arm, and you smiled back.
She lead you to a tall apartment building, and you tried your best to follow Eve's quickening pace, the building strangely desolate as you rode the elevators up to the 24th floor. You stepped out, still dripping rain water, into an airy, empty office space, all the furniture slid up against one wall and covered in plastic. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one wall, and the view of the city was breathtaking.
"Wow." You exclaimed as you admired the new view, the rain clouds sitting low over the city.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She mused as she moved beside you, her fingertips gently resting on the glass.
You hummed in response, now resting your hand on the cool glass, feeling the repercussions of the rain against the pane.
"Have you ever been in love?" Eve's voice was loud, echoing around the room.
The question took you aback, and you looked over to her.
"No. Not real, true love. Kid love, maybe. But never true love." The words felt odd coming out of your mouth for some reason, as if you were lying.
"Hmmm... it's wonderful, let me tell ya." Eve mused as she pulled away from the glass to move to across the room, and you followed her, dragging your toes on the dusty floor.
"Jim is a great guy." You smiled over at her, and when she turned to face you your smile fell, suddenly feeling small even though you were a few feet from her.
"He is, isn't he?" Eve considered and she thrust her hands in the pockets of her coat.
"You are one lucky girl." The conversation felt off, forced.
Eve chuckled once, low, the corners of her mouth turning up for a moment before her face turned serious and she looked up at you.
"He loved someone once before me, you know? Like really loved her. How am I supposed to live up to that? True love?" Eve's rambling was getting frantic now and you started to back away slowly.
"I think we should just head to the police station before the rain gets worse." You suggested, trying to deflect the awkward conversation topic.
You turned towards the window, your back now to Eve, and you began walking in the direction of the elevator.
Then, suddenly, the sound of metal clicking against metal. A sound you had never heard in real life, only in old movies and it sent shivers of fear down your spine.
You turned slowly to face Eve, praying for another source of the sound.
But your suspicions were correct. You brought your eyes to the object in Eve's hand and your stomach flipped. It was a gun. And old fashion metal pistol.
Intro: So the story continues! I am expecting maybe 3 more parts?? The request of course came from the lovely as always @missmle712 - bless your soul.
Pairing: Kirk x reader (Bones is in this part as well. Couldn’t help myself)
Word Count: 2400ish
Summary: So in this one, the reader has stormed off, away from Jim and Bones and goes back to their apartment. Something went wrong with the reader’s access card and now they are stranded in Yorktown without anything and no way to contact their home planet. Who are they gonna turn to? Maybe a certain Captain Kirk? Maybe?
-Enjoy!-
Your teeth ached by the time you got back to the hotel because you had been clenching your jaw the entire walk home and you only unfurled your hands from fists when you reached your door and needed to grab your access card. The whole situation had left you furious, confused and frustrated.
You grumbled to yourself as you reached your door, your aching shoulder doing nothing to help with your irritation. You tapped your access card to your room door.
ACCESS DENIED.
You tried again.
ACCESS DENIED.
Cursing audibly, you slapped your access card 15 more times against the panel next to the door, each time relaying the same message.
ACCESS DENIED.
"FUCK!" You yelled and turned to storm down to the reception at the lobby.
A yellow-green skinned receptionist was waiting at the desk, her large eyes the colour of grape medicine.
"My access card is not working." You snapped, feeling bad for how grumpy you were being.
"Can I see it?" The receptionist asked, her voice high and tinkling.
You thrust your card at her, and she tapped a few buttons into the screen before her.
"I am sorry, miss, but your room card was deactivated at the request of a superior." She blinked at you.
You blinked at her.
"What!?" You stammered, sinking your hand into your hair in frustration. "I have the room booked for one more night. Which superiors deactivated it?"
"I do not know which superiors, I simply have a note here stating that you are no longer rooming here with us."
You groaned loudly, dragging a hand down your face, "Alright, well my stuff is still in there. I need my bags."
"I am sorry again, miss, it seems your belongings were requisitioned by the superiors as well."
"T-they WHAT?! I need my bags, and I have nowhere else to stay." You pleaded.
"I am sorry, miss, if you wish to rent another room I would be more than willing to organize that for you."
"I have no money." Defeat washed over you and tear pricked your eyes, and you felt the sudden urge to scream at someone, but you knew it wasn't the receptionist's fault.
"I am sorry. I wish I had more information for you." The receptionist's eyes dipped in acknowledgement of your frustration.
"Thank you for your help." You squeaked, storming away before the tears of frustration started flowing down your cheeks.
Outside the hotel now you pulled out your com. Your village leader would know how to handle this situation. You pressed the button and weren't even surprised when the com didn't go through. It was like you were calling a dead line. Just fuzz. Your com was working, but something was wrong with the connection to your planet.
Snapping the com closed, you pressed it against your forehead and sighed. What were you going to do? A wave of desperation, frustration, and hopelessness washed over you and suddenly you felt exhausted. You couldn't get in contact with your planet. You couldn't go back to your shuttle, as you needed the access card that was in your bag to do that. And you had nowhere to go.
Or maybe you did.
Using the map on your PADD you re-traced your steps back to the doctor's office. It was near closing when you stepped in and got a few angry looks from some nurses, but you ignored them and pushed past to the doctor's office. You knocked a few times on the door hearing a soft "come in" before pushing the door open.
Leonard looked up from his desk and his eyes widened when he saw you.
"Y/N." He stood up abruptly and walked over to you, "are you alright, is your shoulder bothering you?"
"It's fine." You pursed your lips, "I need a favour, actually."
"Oh." Leonard's mouth formed a little 'o', "What do you need, darlin'?"
The term of endearment combined with the soft concern that lined his features made you break down into tears. You pinched the bridge of your nose but couldn't control the sob that escaped you.
"I'm sorry." You sobbed, trying to regain control so you could explain yourself.
"It's alright, you've had a rough day." Leonard neared you, wrapping you up in a big hug and you leaned into his solid form.
After a few moments you felt yourself relax and you pulled away.
"Thank you." You blubbered and took the kleenex that Leonard handed you.
"No worries, darlin', now what can I help you with?"
You gave him a weak smile and blew your nose, "Ummm... I just got kicked out of my hotel room with no money, no change of clothes, and no connection to my planet. And I was thinking about Jim's offer from before, he seemed very nice, even though I screamed at him, and I was hoping you could give me his contact information."
Leonard looked at you as if you had asked him to give you a colonoscopy. Quickly his face changed, as if he was trying to act nonchalant, "Of course I can."
"Thank you." You breathed a sigh of relief and handed him your PADD.
He quickly tapped the location in, "There ya go, darlin'."
"Thank you again, Leonard. For everything." You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, taking the PADD from his hands.
His cheeks turned red as you walked towards the door.
"Tell Jay I say hi." Leonard's voice was soft and small, as if he was unsure of something.
It was like his words were amplified by a speaker, reverberating suddenly in your head and your vision went white. You leaned on the door for support but the unsteadiness cleared quickly.
You looked back at him curiously, suddenly sweating, and he gave you a calm, cool gaze as if he just didn't witness you nearly fall over.
"Oh sorry, it's a nickname for Jim. Some people used to call him that." The doctor explained, his tone neutral.
You nodded at his words, confused, but you decided to ignore it, sliding out the door.
You triple checked the number that Leonard had written down before knocking on the door. The door opened quickly and a dark haired woman stood in front of you.
"Yes?" She asked, looking down at you.
You had been expecting Jim to answer the door and had practiced your speech over and over on the walk here, but seeing her made your mouth dry up and you forgot how to speak.
"I-I..." You stammered.
"Who is it, babe?" You heard a male voice from the kitchen, the only logical source being Jim.
"I don't know. She won't say anything." Eve said coolly, her gaze stone cold.
Jim's head peeked around a corner of the apartment and your heart fluttered nervously in your chest.
"Y/N?" His smile dropped off and he looked positively stunned to see you.
"Hi, Jim." Suddenly you had your words back, "So I am here because I got kicked out of my hotel room, I have no money, no bags, no way to contact my home planet and I was wondering... well hoping really... that the offer you gave before still stood. That I could potentially stay with you until I sort everything out?"
You spoke so fast you weren't sure if either of them understood you. Jim emerged from around the corner and you were almost speechless again at the sight of him wearing a dark green apron over his clothes. He must be cooking.
Suddenly the distinct scent of cinnamon rolls wafted through your senses as well as another flash of white clouding your vision, but only for a moment.
"Mhmmm... Are you making cinnamon rolls?" You asked in a daze, the smell making your mouth water.
Eve glared down at you as if you were crazy and Jim's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"Uh.. no, actually it's pork roast." Jim explained, "But I do love a good cinnamon roll."
You smiled at him and then up at Eve, who raised her eyebrow.
"I'm sorry for intruding on your evening but I really have no other place to go." You said sadly, tears suddenly pricking your eyes again.
"No, of course. Come in." Jim responded, gesturing for you to come in and you stepped past Eve's stern glare and into the wonderfully warm apartment.
"Thank you." You said, turning to Jim and Eve.
"Jim, I think you and I need to talk. Y/N, please, make yourself at home." Eve stated, but you doubted she meant it, and she quickly grabbed at Jim's arm and dragged him into another room.
When Jim emerged, several minutes later, he looked shaken. You had taken to watching the city out the window, letting a few small tears drip down your face in response to the exhausting day you had.
"Do you need any help with dinner?" You asked, your voice not as confident as you would have liked.
"You're our guest, Y/N, you don't have to help." Jim responded as he tended to the roast in the oven. You wanted to help. Needed to do something so you wouldn't feel as helpless.
"I just feel so useless, and I have to pay you back somehow." You rasped, and you felt tears prick your eyes again.
Jim seemed to sense your frustration and turned on a soft smile, "Hey, it's our pleasure. Well at least my pleasure. I don't think Eve is going to be too fond of sharing her clothes with you."
Though you knew that Jim was just trying to make you feel better, the fact that Eve might not like you made you feel like an even bigger burden and you drew your eyes to the floor.
"How about after dinner we make cinnamon rolls. I think we have all the ingredients. And I'll even let you lick the bowl after." Jim joked and the sheer idea of making cinnamon rolls with a man you had just met, already having cried in his apartment and were hated by his girlfriend, made you giggle.
"Alright." You responded, bringing your eyes to Jim's with a smile.
Every second that you looked at Jim made you relax more. The zing of electricity shot down your spine again, and again you couldn't place the sensation. But for some reason, as you moved to sit at on the bar stool on the counter opposite Jim, you felt at home.
And you really needed home right now.
Jim:
"Babe, I can explain."
"You better, Jim." Eve sassed and turned on me, nearly slamming the door behind her.
"I met her today, alright. She was in a bit of a... sticky situation, and I helped her out of it." I tried to explain, to reason with Eve.
"So you offered her our home? What if she's crazy? Like an ax murderer or something?" Eve asked, her voice low and harsh.
"She's not an axe murderer." I started to feel my blood boiling, "She just need a place to stay tonight, Eve, maybe a change of clothes, a shower and a good bite to eat. I can take her to the police station tomorrow."
Eve regarded you for a moment and I felt the hope die in my chest. I needed you to stay here, just for one night, just to see if you were, well... you.
"Fine. Just one night." Eve stepped closer to me, resting her hands on my shoulders, "You are just too kind sometimes, Jim. It's one of the things I love about you."
She leaned in and pressed a kiss to my mouth, but for some reason it didn't feel right with you on the other side of that door. She pulled away and turned on her heels, striding into the bathroom, and I knew that I was going to have to make this whole situation up to her somehow.
A memory flashed through my mind now, of you and I making cinnamon rolls. It was our Friday night tradition. It had started before we even started dating, when one night the fire alarm went off in your room and I went in to find you pouring water over two black lumps that had come out of what looked like a make-shift microwave. Knowing Scotty, he must have helped you build it. You had begged me not to report you, as you were only trying to carry on a tradition that you had done at home with your family, and you missed them terribly. You even started crying. I said of course I wouldn't report you, and helped you clean it up, promising next week to help you make proper cinnamon rolls. And the rest was history.
The sound of the timer on the oven brought me out of my trance and I strode back into the main room, heading for the kitchen. You stood by the window, looking out at the city, and you seemed so sad, so despondent, that it made me want to wrap you up in a hug and tell you everything is going to be okay.
You turned to me as I crossed over to the kitchen and I met your eyes, which were red and puffy and tired-looking. I knew I had to help you, but I didn't know how. When you had shown up at the door I felt my entire world center around you, like it was shifting focus all of a sudden, like I couldn't see anything else but you.
"Do you need any help with dinner?" Your voice was so raw it grated against my soul.
"You're our guest, Y/N, you don't have to help." I chided, giving you a smile as I pulled the pork roast out of the oven.
"I just feel so useless, and I have to pay you back somehow." You pleaded, and I thought for a second you were going to cry again.
"Hey, it's our pleasure. Well at least my pleasure. I don't think Eve is going to be too fond of sharing her clothes with you." I joked, trying to get a smile from you, but you only frowned deeper.
As I plated the roast I had an idea, "How about after dinner we make cinnamon rolls. I think we have all the ingredients. And I'll even let you lick the bowl after."
You giggled now and the sound was music to my ears.
"Alright." You whispered, smiling over at me.
I felt this warmth come over me. Like a blanket, or a batch of warm cookies, or a big hug after a long time separated. It felt like home. You felt like home.
Intro: So this is my entry for the @yourtropegirl birthday challenge! HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY YAY! This was fun to write and took me a while to straighten out, but I think it came out well!
This was based on the song: Hard to Love by Lee Brice
I wrote it so the lyrics (in italics and indented) are what Jim is thinking.
Pairing: Kirk x Reader
Word Count: 1,991
Summary: So basically this was 4,000 words before I decided that the first part wasn’t related to the song that much and I loved the second part better.
So basically the preface for this is that the night before this happened Jim and the reader went to a gala and Jim got really drunk and stupid and the reader stormed off back to the room. So that is what Jim is apologizing for and what the reader is mad about.
- Enjoy! -
You woke up to the smell of bacon. You rolled over and stretched, relishing in the warmth of the blanket surrounding you and reached for Jim. You were met by an empty side of the bed and a dark realization of what had happened last night. Tears of frustration and anger pressed at your eyes at the memory. But you still smelled bacon.
You rolled out of bed, tucking your unruly locks behind your ears and walked towards the smell, and sound, of sizzling bacon.
Passing through the living room, you saw the couch had a blanket scrunched in the corner and a pillow thrown on the other side. You were beginning to put a picture together and it all made sense when you saw a half-naked Jim in the kitchen, poking at a pan on the stove with a spatula. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and you cursed yourself when you felt a shiver of longing curl over your body.
"Mornin'." You almost whispered, and weren't sure that he heard you until his head snapped up from staring at the pan to look you in the eyes, taking in his t-shirt on you and your crazy sleep-styled hair.
"Morning." He breathed, as if he was relieved that you had not screamed at him or punched him in the gut yet.
Those blue eyes, damnit. They got you every single time. He looked extremely apologetic as you took slow, tentative steps towards him, your bare feet tapping gently on the tiled floor.
"I'm sorry." Jim said, and his eyebrows scrunched together in the middle and you wanted to smooth out the wrinkles with your fingertips.
"I know, and I am not ready to forgive you yet, but I just want to kiss you because I left on really bad terms last night and you look too damn cute right now." You frowned and leaned up on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to Jim's lips, his soft lips caressing yours sweetly as you leaned into him.
You almost got lost in the kiss but you pulled back, looking up into Jim's solemn face and you pursed your lips. You walked around to the other side of the kitchen counter and sat on one of the stools resting your arms on the cool surface of the marble counter top.
You watched as Jim had an internal battle with himself as he moved the bacon around the pan half-heartedly.
I am insensitive, I have a tendency
To pay more attention to the things that I need.
"What are you thinking, Jim?" You asked softly, and you willed the tears pressing at your eyes to go away.
Sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust,
Sometimes I don't know why you stay with me.
"I'm thinking I'm an idiot, that's what." Jim stated, still not meeting your eyes.
You didn't know what to say to that. You were used to screaming matches between you and Jim when you fought but not this. Not this silent tension. It was deafening.
"Why do you put up with me?" Jim asked weakly, dumping the now-cooked bacon onto a plate, and you noticed his hands were shaking.
I'm hard to love, hard to love,
No, I don't make it easy,
I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood.
You gulped and stared at him, you had never seen him this vulnerable. He braced his hands on the counter-top and stared open-mouthed at the floor.
"Jim, I don't understand..." You began but he cut you off, his eyes not leaving the floor.
"How I treated you last night.... I know you don't like those kinds of things... I should have never drank that much." Jim hung his head in shame, his voice breaking.
"No you shouldn't have." You replied.
"I must be hard to love." Jim half-asked and he let out a sigh of laughter.
"Well you sure don't make it easy." You joked quietly back and finally his eye flicked up to yours. It nearly destroyed you.
I'm hard to love, hard to love,
You say that you need me,
I don't deserve it but I love that you love me, good.
"Then why stay with me? You deserve someone who is a million times better than me." Jim admitted and he sounded like he was going to cry, as he ran a hand down his face.
"Because I need you." You responded instantly and that froze his gaze to yours.
I am a short fuse, I am a wrecking ball
Crashing into your heart like I do.
"How could you need a disaster like me? All I do is hurt you."
You regarded him for a few moments before responding, "Yeah, but you are like.... the sun." Jim snapped his gaze to yours, giving you a questioning look.
"Like..." You began to explain, "you can cause sunburns and boy can those hurt, but I also need you to live, you know?"
Jim let out of huff of surprised laughter and looked incredulous as his mouth twisting into a small smile, "So... I'm the sun?"
You considered it for a moment before pursing your lips and nodding, "Yep. The sun."
You're like a Sunday morning, full of grace and full of Jesus
I wish that I could be more like you.
Jim chuckled now and the sound was like music to your ears.
"Well if I’m the sun, you’re the stars."
"And why's that?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Because with you in the sky, the sun knows that it's safe to set, knowing the constellations are there to make the night sky a little more bearable."
You melted at his words, letting them sink in and surround you with their warmth and sincerity as you fell into a warm silence, the cold counter-top still creating distance between you and Jim.
Hard to love, hard to love,
Oh, I don't make it easy
And I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood.
"What's the matter, babe?" Jim asked, his face suddenly flooded with concern.
You hadn't realized you had started to cry until a tear slid off your chin and landed on your forearm.
"I am still so mad at you." You sniffled, your voice gulpy and weak as you tried to speak around the lump that had formed in your throat.
"I know." Jim dropped his gaze again, "I know I would be furious if our positions were swapped. Actually, if I were you, I wouldn't even be here, I would have dumped my sorry ass a long time ago."
That made you snort in laughter despite the rivulets of tears running down your face.
I'm hard to love, hard to love
And you say that you need me,
I don't deserve it but I love that you love me, good,
You love me, good.
"And I would have moved on and married a rich Starfleet official named Steve who has lots of money and a stable job..." Jim rambled, trying to cheer you up but you held up a hand to stop him.
You began to tremble violently and Jim watched in helplessness for a moment before rounding the counter and making his way over to you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and you pressed your face into his chest, sobbing into his skin. He tucked his head next to yours, his lips hovering close to your ears so you could feel his breath on your neck. One of his hands was on the back of your head, the other was pressed between your shoulder blades. Jim softly whispered apologies into your ear as an attempt to soothe you and you leaned into him heavily.
When you felt yourself gain control you pulled back from Jim and he moved to sit on the stool next to yours, close enough that his hand could still rest on your elbow and your knees brushed against each other.
Girl, you've given me a million second chances
"I'm so sorry, Y/N." Jim apologized, tracing circles into the flesh of your elbow and using his other hand to wipe tears and stray strands of hair out of your face.
You sat there, feeling a lot better after you had cried, and wiped at the tears that plastered your face. Letting a deep breath out you looked up at Jim and gave him a weak smile.
"What can I ever do to make it up to you?" Jim asked, dropping both his hands to rest on your knees.
"I'm sure we can figure something out." You teased and smirked up at him, moving your hand to rest it on top of his.
He thumbed the skin on your knees, "So you're giving me another chance?" Jim gulped and looked down, "I hardly deserve it. I'm just an idiot in charge of a ship who keeps messing up."
"You're just figuring that out now? Bones has been saying that for years." You teased, hoping to make him smile.
When he didn't, you brought one of your hands up up to stroke the side of his head, running your fingers through the short hair just above his ear.
"Tell me why. Why do you keep taking me back?" He asked, suddenly serious.
And I don't ever wanna take you for granted,
I'm just a man, I'm just a man
"You're my sun. I need you." You responded simply.
And that was the truth, you realized as you regarded him, wondering how you got so lucky as to be with Jim. Sure, it hurt like hell sometimes, but when it was good, it was the happiest you had ever been. He looked up at you now, his blue eyes sparkling, and the corners of his mouth tipping up.
I'm hard to love, hard to love
And you say that you need me,
"I love you, Y/N. Sometimes I can't even comprehend how lucky I am to have you." Jim now pulled at your waist so you moved to stand in front of him, his thighs on either side of yours, his hands on your hips, yours on his shoulders.
"Funny," You smiled and smoothed both your hands through his hair and pulling his face closer to yours, "I was thinking the same thing."
You brought your lips to his gently, just a brush of skin, as if a feather had landed there. Abruptly he tugged you to him and his mouth fell onto yours, your lips parting and deepening the kiss. It was passionate and leisurely, and you could feel his apology and emotion in every move of his lips on yours. You smiled against his mouth and pressed your chest flush to his seconds before his hands scooped under your knees and pulled you to balance on his lap. You almost slid off the first time and you broke the kiss, laughing along with Jim. He scooted you back up on his lap and finally you stayed put, your hips pressing into his.
You smiled up at him, stroking the hair at the back of his neck, your other hand wrapped around his back to keep yourself against him.
"You want some breakfast?" He asked, ending his sentence with a quick kiss.
"Mhmmm... All this talking made me hungry." You responded and let out a little gasp when he suddenly stood, now carrying you, your legs wrapped around his torso.
His forehead pressed against yours, his eye suddenly looking very mischievous, "Then lets stop talking."
As he took off walking in the direction of the bedroom with you in his arms, you couldn’t help but smile.
You knew that he was probably going to hurt you and make you mad again, but you decided that in order to love the sun, you had to get a little burnt.
I don't deserve it but I love that you love me, good,
You love me, good.
-Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! Happy Birthday again @yourtropegirl. Have a lovely evening! -
