#startrekficlet

Intro: So I wrote this little (yet probably not so little - I haven’t checked the word count yet) ficlet for @gryffindor9whovian who needed a little motivation and a Jim Kirk fluff fic, and I decided to make it into a little crew series thing.  

I know it is exam time for a lot of people, so I wanted to write some little pick-me-up fics to, well be a pick-me-up for these stressful times!  I am going to call these the Motivation Ficlets and do one for as many of the bridge crew as I can, starting with Jim, Bones and Spock, and probably adding a few more. 

Just little drabbles/ficlets to make you smile and give me something to do other than stats (UGH).  

Word Count: 993 (not as bad as I thought lol)

Pairing: Jim x reader

-Enjoy!-

“Ugh.” Was the first thing you said to Jim who who sat at the desk, his head bent over his work, and he lifted his head to give you the side-eye as you stalked into the room. 

“Hello to you too.” He called. 

“UGH.” You groaned again and threw yourself onto the bed, stuffing your face into the comforter, laying flat on your stomach. 

“Bad day?” Jim asked, and you heard the chair scrape back against the floor. 

You only mumbled incoherently against the comforter in response.  A hand smoothed along your back and the bed tipped as Jim’s weight was added. 

“I am dropping out of school and becoming a full-time goat herder who lives happily among their hundreds of goats and never has to study again, forever.” You spoke into the bed, your words muffled by the blanket. 

“I assume the test didn’t go well, than?”

You shook your head, rubbing your nose in the bed, tears perched on your eyes. 

“If you become a goat herder, am I allowed to visit?” Jim asked, his fingers trailing up around your neck, curling in your hair gently. 

“Nope.  I am going to be a recluse and you are going to be a captain.   You won’t deal with the likes of me, but that’s alright, I will have my goats to keep me company.” You explained. 

Jim hummed in response and continued to stroke your back, fingers playing near your waist, making you twitch because it tickled, and you suddenly tensed as you weren’t a stranger to his tickle attacks. 

“James Tiberius Kirk if you tickle me I swear to god I will cut your fingers off.” You threatened, your grimace hidden in the soft blanket.

Jim laughed above you, “You’re mean.”

You hummed in response and played with the comforter between your fingers in silence for a moment before you felt Jim move beside you.  You barely had time to process it before you felt his entire body press against your back, pinning you to the bed. He was lying on top of you. 

You groaned against the sudden weight and laughed as his face ended up near the back of your ear.  He wasn’t putting his whole weight on you, keeping it dispersed on his hands and feet a little, but it still made it a little hard to breathe. 

“Hey.” He whispered into the skin behind your ear. 

“You’re heavy.” You wheezed with a chuckle. 

“Good.” He blew into your ear, but you felt him pull off you a little. 

“Is there a reason that you are lying on top of me?”

“Let’s go do something.” Jim suggested, pressing kisses into you hair. 

“No, just let me stay here and wallow in my failure.” You were feeling defeated now, even though his nose nudging through your hair sent tingles down your spine. 

“You are not a failure.” Jim murmured, “And your hair smells so good.”

“Would you love me if I was a goat herder?” You asked. 

“Of course.  And I think you would look really good in overalls and a straw hat.”

You huffed a laugh and rubbed your face into the comforter, trying to dispel the tears, remembering the test and how bad it had gone. 

Suddenly the weight against your back was gone and you felt him stand on the bed, his feet on either side of you.  You barely had time to wonder what he was doing before he was jumping.  Jim Kirk was jumping on the bed, on either side of you and your body jerked up and down sporadically in response to his jumping. 

“Up, up, my love!  And see what this day has to offer!” Jim was yelling, “Screw that stupid test!  It doesn’t deserve for you to be sad about it!  You are amazing!” 

You were giggling now and you didn’t want to let him win so you grabbed a pillow and stuffed it over your head.  He continued his incessant jumping and yelling and you wondered if your neighbours could hear.  On a particularly big jump of his you had enough and flipped over, taking your pillow and hitting him as hard as you could, right in his stomach.  

“HEY!” He gasped, stumbling a little before he grabbed the pillow and yanked it out of your hands.  

You were scrambling to your feet before you could stop yourself and reached for the other pillow, turning on him and swinging wildly.  You connected with his head first, causing him to emit a gasp of mock horror and he swung the pillow back to you, hitting you across the side. 

After a few more swings Jim grabbed your pillow and pulled it out of your hands again, tossing both pillows across the room.  

“HEy-” You started but were cut off by his hands pulling you to him and kissing you, deeply and passionately, the sudden motion causing you to sway a little atop the bed, but he held you steady.  

Pulling away after a moment to gasp for air you grasped the sides of his head between your hands and stared up into his crystal blue eyes.  

“You are crazy.” You gasped, dragging your lips across his softly, teasingly, unable to help yourself. 

“Mhm-and you can do this, Y/N.  School is tough and life is even tougher, but you can do this.  And I’ll be right by your side the entire time, armed with tickle attacks and pillow fights and kisses for when it gets tough.” Jim breathed, his words warming something deep inside you. 

“I guess that wouldn’t be so bad.” You teased, and you thumbed the corner of his lips as they tilted into a smile.  

And when you couldn’t keep this feeling of warmth and love inside you any longer, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips to yours, tilting off balance, and you both landed on the bed in a fit of giggles and kisses. 

-Thanks for reading!  I hope you enjoyed it!-

Intro: So this is the second installment of my Motivation Ficlets mini-series thing - this time featuring a very soft very gentle Bones.  Enjoyyy

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 732

-Enjoy!-

You dreamed of your bed and a warm cup of tea all the way home.  Exhaustion pulled at your eyelids, making them heavy, and frustration curled at your brain. You just couldn’t seem to do anything right today at the lab and your constant, little failures replayed and replayed in your mind.  

Finally sliding in the door to your quarters, you quickly realized you weren’t alone.  A dark, familiar figure stood near the window, the light from the lamp casting a warm ambiance over him and you smiled to yourself.  

He didn’t seem to notice you as you padded into the room and you were struck dumfounded by the sight in front of you.  He was swaying gently, his fingers tapping against his sides and his head tilted back just so, but you knew what he was doing.  He was dancing. You noticed then the headphones plugged into his ears, connected to probably his PADD that was set onto the end table next to him.  

You watched him for a few more minutes in silence, enjoying how loose and relaxed he was, and when he turned slightly you could see him mouthing along to the words.  

Approaching him now you slid up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, making him tense and jump for a second and pull the headphones from his ears. 

“Hi.” You smiled into his shoulderblades. 

“Geez darlin’, you scared me.” Leonard chuckled, tossing the headphones aside and placing his hands over yours, giving them a quick squeeze. 

You mumbled an apology into the back of his shirt and pressed your face tightly against the fabric and the muscles underneath. 

“What were you listening to?” You asked as his fingers entwined with yours.  

“Something from back home, a song my mom used to play me and we would sing together, her on the guitar, me singing along.” He responded. 

“Can I hear it?”

“You have to let me go first.” He teased, pulling at your hands, but you held fast, mumbling protests into his back. 

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” Leonard asked, stroking your fingers now. 

“Nothin’.” You squeezed him tighter. 

“Long day?”

You nodded into his back, the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt nearly lulling you to sleep. 

“Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head 

“Alright.” He reached for the PADD now, unplugging the headphones and tapping on the screen a little, and soon a soft tune filled the room. 

You listened in silence, leaning against Leonard, and smiled at the song.  It was soft and sweet, the words calming, and you imagined a young Leonard singing along with his mom.  

Then, very gently, he started swaying again, and by the rumble of his chest you could tell he was saying the words along with the song.  His fingers danced over yours, gliding up your forearms to your elbow, and back down again in time to the music, and you wondered for a moment if he’d ever played piano.  

Slowly you unwound yourself from him and let him turn to face you, his hands falling instantly around your waist, and he smiled down at you, his mouth still moving to the words of the song.  You slid your hands up his chest to the back of his neck and brought his forehead to yours.  

He began to sway again, moving you with him this time, and you found yourself smiling, getting into the soft falls and lifts of the music.  Leonard was near singing now, his voice low and gravely, a voice you could listen to forever, and he was actually very good as he sang along.  

You stayed like that for a while. In his steady warm arms, rocking in slow circles, the song playing on a loop over and over, each time becoming more familiar. 

Eventually your head came to rest on his chest and his chin pressed against your temple, hands holding you close to him, up against his chest. Your eyes drifted closed and you could feel yourself fading into exhaustion. 

Leonard must have noticed because he whispered, "So tired, darlin'" into your hair before leading you to the bed and laying you down, pulling the covers up to your chin and pressing a kiss to your temple. 

"Goodnight, darlin’, tomorrow is a new day, which we will tackle together, no matter what it throws at us.”