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Imagine you and Jim searching for your toddler son and when you do find him, he’s seated himself in the captain’s chair.
——— Request for anon ———
You had effectively looked everywhere, and resigned yourself back to the bridge in an effort to hopefully find someone who had seen your missing toddler. Exasperated and somewhat worried, you step foot off the elevator and onto the bridge, Jim squeezing your hand comfortingly at your side.
“We’ll find him— he’s probably just found himself a good hiding spot,” Jim attempts to soothe your nerves, and you offer him a smile before your eyes scan the length of the bridge.
“Jim,” you sigh in relief, “I think we’ve found him.” There, sitting right in the middle of the captain’s chair, was your son.
You hear Kirk laugh, approaching the boy, “What’re you doing up here, little man? Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you?”
“I’m the cap’n now!” the toddler squeals with delight, utterly ignoring most of his father’s conversation in favor of excitedly demonstrating his likeness.
Giggling, you brush back the hair from the boy’s forehead, placing a gentle kiss there, “Oh, are you? You’re taking the reigns from Dad, huh?”
I like that your hand fits in mine
Jim Kirk x reader
I think I managed to avoid any descriptions of the reader. Reader is in engineering. Written from reader’s POV. Anyone can be referred to as sweetheart, no changing my mind. Reader has enough hair to have fingers run through it. warnings ⚠️ : brief description of burns
Word count: 562
It had been a long day quite honestly. The engine core had overheated, accidentally skimming that thing caused awful burns when it was totally within regulation. Unfortunately nobody had told me that it was overheating, admittedly though the fact that the whole room was a couple of degrees warmer should have given it away.
I was half asleep and nursing a cup of coffee when my hand scraped up against the core. It took me a second to even realise anything was wrong. It was Scotty who finally shook me out of my daze “If you hold yer hand there much longer you won’t have a hand!!” He warned. I looked down to see my hand red and blistering already. It hadn’t hurt until just now when I looked at it, but damn did it hurt now. I vaguely registered that Scotty had ordered an ensign to take me to the medbay. McCoy had given me a rather stern look when he saw my burn and that I was still holding the hot coffee. It was the kind of look that generally had me turning the other direction, and I would have if it weren’t for the fact that the ensign (who I still feel bad for not knowing the name of) had already given me over to McCoy for inspection. “I don’t know why Kirk still lets you be an engineer. How many core related injuries is this now?” He asked raising a brow at me. “Hell if I know, you’re the one with the medical logs” I muttered through a yawn. McCoy fixed me up with the dermal regenerator, the skin was better, but I can still feel the heat pulsating underneath. “Thanks” I muttered to McCoy as I gently prodded at the newly regenerated skin. “Please don’t bug it too much, and come check in with me tomorrow. Just go back to your quarters or you’ll probably hurt yourself worse” McCoy droned, did I just get grounded? Forget my quarters, Jim’s bedding is warmer and it’s not like anyone can tell me not to. I headed up to Jim’s quarters and kicked off my shoes as soon as the door closed behind me. I wrapped myself up in his bedding and took a deep breath in, it was comforting to be surrounded by Jim’s smell even if he wasn’t here right now. I could feel myself dozing off. ————— I woke up to the sound of the door sliding open. I heard Jim’s footsteps coming near just before the bed dipped. “Hey Sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Not that I’m not glad to see you” Jim cooed softly as he ran his hand through my hair. “Burned my hand and Bones sent me to my quarters” I murmured into the pillow. Jim chuckled “Well last checked these are my quarters” He joked patting me on the side. “Can I see it?” Jim asked, referring to my hand. He held it in both of his own hands. He kissed my hand gently, “Mind if I lay with you?” He requested as though it weren’t his bed I was laying in. I softly nod my head and he slips into bed with me, still holding my hand and now reaching for my other. “I like that your hands fit in mine” Jim whispered after kissing me gently on the cheek.
It might not be great, but hey progress, right?
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Just a Small Hang Up
💛 Jim Kirk x gn!reader 💛
⚠️: none
word count: 523
Y/N’s shift had just ended and they were on their way back to their quarters, their steps echoing behind them and their quarters just within view ahead of them. With each step closer their mood lightened, knowing that Jim was probably already there.
With a smile on their face Y/N punched in the key code. As the door opened their smile gave way to a look of sheer shock. They numbly stepped in and closed the door behind them.
“You’re umm,” Y/N began as they stared at Jim, but couldn’t quite find the words, “What are you doing?” they finally managed to ask.
“Just hanging out,” Jim smiled at Y/N as he hung upside down from the ceiling, wrapped up in what Y/N could only assume was several bedsheets.
Stepping closer so the two of them were more or less face to face, Y/N began looking over the way the sheets all looked as though they intertwined seamlessly.
“You’re certainly doing that,” Y/N started again as the shock wore off, “But uh, why, and perhaps better yet, how?” Y/N asked as they began trying to plot how they would get him down, preferably without hurting him.
“Well I wanted to be like a bat,” He said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Alright Bat Boy, now how about telling me how and also why I shouldn’t start hiding the bedding when I leave,” Y/N said, poking Jim in the side as they did.
“Well once I got an engineer to bolt the bedding to the ceiling I just had to get myself wrapped up,” Kirk explained with an odd and uncomfortable looking attempt at shrugging.
Y/N closed their eyes for a moment to consider what they had just heard. “You mean those sheets are ruined and stuck there until an engineer comes back?” They asked as they now considered just leaving him there.
“Well…” Jim started with a sheepish grin, “In a manner of speaking,” he admitted
“Right fine,” Y/N said with a sigh, “Hold on I’ll be back with scissors,” they said as they wandered into the kitchen.
“Well I can’t exactly go anywhere!” Jim called after them.
“Good!” Y/N called back to him. “Alright,” they said as they returned, scissors now in hand.
“Just hold onto the sheets here, and I’ll cut around you from below that point and you can twist yourself out,” Y/N explained as they watched Jim move his hands as directed.
“Great,” They muttered as they began cutting. “You’re absolutely insane,” Y/N said as they cut the last bit of fabric.
“I prefer creative,” Jim said with a smirk as he flipped himself out of the sheets and back onto the ground.
“Compromise,” Y/N started and then gave Jim a kiss, “Creatively insane, but insane is nonnegotiable,” They said with a smile.
“But you still love me,” He said with a false pout as he brought Y/N closer by the waist.
“At times much to my detriment,” Y/N agreed and gave Jim another kiss.
