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A Promise, A Dare (Jim Kirk x reader) Chpt. 4
You weren’t aware how much stuff you had done with Jim until you moved out.
Getting out of bed was a challenge. It was too stiff, too cold. But you wouldn’t crack. You couldn’t.
Eating breakfast was a whole other thing. You sat completely across the room from where you normally sat, casting longing glances to the table farthest from the door in the mess hall. Your friends were trying to coax Jim to eat something, Jim had his head pillowed on his arms and refused to even speak to anybody.
“Hey,” a voice broke your reverie.
“Oh, hey Uhrua. What’s up?”
The woman placed her tray across from yours and slid into the seat, pushing her sleek hair off her shoulder.
“I was just wondering if you and Jim were okay. You usually sit with them.”
You hummed and shrugged, fiddling with your spoon in your cereal.
“You didn’t break up, did you?”
You dropped your spoon in shock.
“Are people saying that??”
Uhrua shrug
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A Promise, A Dare (Jim Kirk x reader) Chpt. 3
It had been four months since your night with Jim Kirk and everything was going smoothly.
After your lunch date, in which every single person stared at the two of you, he asked you if you would be his girlfriend. You almost passed out, right then and there in the hallway. You said yes of course. But it wasn’t until a few minutes later.
Two months later, he had formally invited you to move into his quarters with him and you accepted that invitation as well. You practically slept in there every night anyways, but this made it official.
You stretched in Jim’s hold, making a small noise of satisfaction when you stretched as far as you could.
“Honey, why do you wiggle so much.”
You could feel your stomach flipping over and over. No matter how long you were with Jim, there was no telling what he could do to make you queasy. In a good way of course, but queasy none the less.
“It’s hard to stretch when you have another person in bed, sweetie.”
Jim pres
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Holding your Breath (Yuri Piletsky x reader)
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Holding your Breath (Yuri Piletsky x reader)
(I’m thinking of making this a small series so if anybody is interested, please comment!!)
Your earbuds in your ears blocked out most of the noise on the charter bus, though you could still hear some shouts from your boyfriend who was sitting right next to you at the back of the vehicle. You dug your hands further into his hoodie that he had given you at the beginning of the ride. Of course you hadn’t always lived in Russia so the temperature of the bus was freezing.
Yakov, in some form of grumpy old man kindness, had given the Russian skate team permission to go on a field trip. They could pick wherever they wanted to go, provided it was in the country, and he would pay for everything. So, you supposed, he wasn’t a completely grumpy old man, but he could definitely get fed up with the skate team. Something
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Little Secrets (Oliver Wood x reader)
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Little Secrets (Oliver Wood x reader)
Harry was strolling down the corridor with Ron and Hermione having a small argument over wand movements for a new Transfiguration spell. An arm was pressed into his stomach and he let out a little huff, Ron doing the same on his right. Hermione, who was stretching her arm all the way across the both of them, pressed a finger to her lips and pointed further down the corridor to what she had spotted.
There the three of them saw Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and resident sixth year bachelor, smirking with his arms crossed at someone they couldn’t see. They were at an angle that the person he was talking with was around the turn of the corner and maybe that was the point. Suddenly, a giggle emerged from the corner and a pair of delicate hands shot out, grabbed Wood by the collar of his robes and pulled him
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Friends (Steve x reader x Bucky)
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Friends (Steve x reader x Bucky)
You walked around the tower, looking for Steve. You had planned a movie night tonight and you had even said that Bucky was invited. Being newly rehabilitated, he hadn’t made many friends so you wanted to include him in the activities you and Steve bonded over.
You empathized with both of them, being an immortal. You had preferred a simpler time, though nothing was really simple. Each decade and century had its own issues but they all seemed simple looking back on them. You remembered the war time quite well and though you had been in California instead of New York at the time, you became fast friends with Steve. Talking about all the great things that had been back then.
When you had actually become really great friends, you confessed to travelling to New York to watch one of his Captain America shows, the classic ones. You’d
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A Promise, A Dare (Jim Kirk x reader) Chpt. 2
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A Promise, A Dare (Jim Kirk x reader)Chapter 2
After your date with the captain, he tried to get you back to his room he was staying in for the night. You politely declined and went back to your own room for the night.
Since the ship was being checked over for the morning departure, everyone had to stay in hotels. You decided to stay with your brother and his husband.
As soon as you opened the door, your brother rushed up to you. He started bombarding you with questions, as most older brothers do.
“Why did you leave so early? Were you with someone? Are you okay?”
“Someone asked me on a date, so naturally I was with someone. I can protect myself but having the captain of the U.S.S Enterprise certainly helps.”
“The captain?”
Your brother in law shot up from his reclined position in bed and nearly sprinted over to you.
“Jim Kirk as
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The Oracle (Sam Winchester x reader)
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The Oracle (Sam Winchester x reader)
You shuffled uncomfortably in your dress, the slight wind making it ruffle up. You saw an older man quickly turn his head towards you and you grabbed the hem of your dress with both hands, pressing it against your thighs.
You absolutely hated this. Just because your mother married a pastor doesn’t mean you adore going to church events. You’d much rather be shuffling through your tarot cards or practicing your magic. Up until your mother remarried, you’d been able to live with your gift in peace. But now, your step father checks your room regularly for anything related to “Satan and the devil”.
It made you want to die. You had put an ad out on the internet for anyone who wanted their fortune told. You knew not many would take it seriously or call you a fake but you didn’t care. You wanted a job away
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Tattoos (Tony Stark x reader)
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Tattoos (Tony Stark x reader)
You hopped into the tattoo parlor, positively excited out of your pants. You were getting another tattoo and what’s more, you were matching with your boyfriend recently turned fiancé of five years. You felt his grip on your hand tighten as you basically skipped up to the front desk.
“Hey! There’s my number one customer!”
“Hi Angie, I’m just here for a walk in today.”
“Oh?”
The woman in front of you had been your friend since college. Your own roommate had brought enough boys into your room that you had basically moved into the only empty dorm left, which happened to be next to Angie’s. You had asked her for help moving your stuff and you had been nearly inseparable by the end of it.
“Yep, and I brought along a newbie,” as you spoke, you pulled Tony forward, wrappin
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A Promise, A Dare (Jim Kirk x reader) Chpt. 1
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A Promise, A Dare (Jim Kirk x reader)
(I’M SO SORRY IF I WRITE ANYBODY INACCURATELY, I WATCHED STAR TREK: BEYOND A COUPLE WEEKS AGO AND THAT WAS THE ONLY MOVIE I’VE WATCHED BUT I JUST WANT TO WRITE! If it’s bad, please don’t be mean.)
Jim was sitting at the bar, drunk off his ass, laughing along with the people he considered his friends. Well, people that wouldn’t be assholes by leaving him here instead of carting him back to his room. The group was playing a rousing game of truth of dare, but bets and money were included in it as well.
“Okay,” Jim slurred. “I’m next. Gimme a good one.”
Scotty, who truthfully hadn’t drank a single drop of alcohol, chuckled, but covered it with a cough.
Leonard spoke then. “You have to make (Y/N) (l/n) fall in love with you.”
Jim looked confused.
“(Y/N) (
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Sneeze (Spock x reader)
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Sneeze (Spock x reader)
(This is my first time writing anything for Star Trek because I only watched Beyond recently and I wanted to write about these nerds in space)
You strutted into the bridge, a look of determination plastered on your face.
“Hey (Nickname).”
“Not now Jim,” you replied. Not even your brother’s golden retriever attitude could deter you now.
You stuttered to a stop to where Spock was standing in his classic pose, an eyebrow raised at your entrance. A quick survey around showed that everyone was looking at you. You blushed slightly but brushed it off and focused your attention back on Spock.
You crooked a finger at him and he bent down so you could whisper in his ear. As you were speaking to him, a green tint rose on his own cheeks. Jim almost choked. You were making the ice cold Vulcan blush, not to mention in front of a bu
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Sugar Daddy (BBC Mycroft Holmes x reader) Chpt. 2
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Sugar Daddy (BBC Mycroft Holmes x reader) Chpt. 3
After you had finished washing up, you decided to relax in your favorite spot. You made your way over when you stopped. Mr. Holmes had given you a folder. You should probably read it before tomorrow, in case you had a specific time you had to be there.
Making your way to your room, you jumped as your phone buzzed in your jeans. Taking it out, you glanced at the message on the screen.
‘Hello (Y/N). I realized I forgot to mention what time you will have to arrive for work tomorrow. Please be at the same location at 6 a.m. We have many things to complete tomorrow.’
You smiled slightly at how formal he was, the perfect air of a gentleman.
“It’s really nothing to worry about Miss (l/n). You may do many things for me but it is a gentleman’s duty to open doors for a lady. On a very different note,
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One Thing Straight (Tony Stark x reader)
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One Thing Straight (Tiny Stark x reader)
(Meh. The end could have been much better but I wrote this under an hour and with sleep deprived brain. Woohoo! I hope you enjoy it though!)
Let’s get one thing straight, Tony Stark is sex on legs. Do we have that now? Good. There’s a reason that needs to be brought up. Many women have tried and failed to keep him for more than a night. Almost none have succeeded but you somehow managed.
Tony had fallen in love with you from the first moment he met you, and being a famous actress could put you in a lot of places of publicity. One of those places being a “legendary Tony Stark party”.
*Flashback*
You shuffled into the large elevator, almost clinging onto your manager as she tried to sooth your nerves in the metal box before it reached the top floor.
“Don’t worry, hun. You’ll be fine. It
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Dancing Queen (Barry Allen x reader)
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Dancing Queen (Barry Allen x reader)
(Ya creepy freaks seem to like my newer fics with some innuendos in them than my older ones when I was less confident. It shows. This is one of my ways to thank you.)
You sat fidgeting on the couch, waiting for your fiancé to get home from work. You let your fingers skim the lid of the cardboard box under the side table.
“Hey babe, I’m home! Where are you?”
“Living room!”
Barry shuffled through the door and sighed. He sped out and back in, wearing a Star Labs sweater and some sweatpants. He collapsed when he approached you, his head landing on your lap. You giggled and ran your fingers through his wonderful hair, loving the way he basically arched into your touch.
“What’s for dinner? It smells good.”
“One of the middle school kids came to the door with a fundraiser pizza sale
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Tony Drabble 1 (Tony Stark x reader)
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Tony Drabble 1 (Tony Stark x reader)
(I was thinking about this like all night and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep without writing it so here we go!)
You woke up to the honking of New York traffic and gave a small smile. Your favorite alarm clock. Tony had his arm slung around your hips and was pressing his nose into your neck. You weren’t completely intertwined so it would be easier to get out of bed.
You knew that it wouldn’t be a problem to walk out into the kitchen with sex hair but you had it bad and it bothered you. You and Tony didn’t necessarily have rough sex all the time, just really, really, really good sex. He would mostly let you go on top and he would run his fingers through.
You slipped slowly from Tony’s grasp and he groaned gently, turning over on his side, granting you freedom. You slipped on his shirt that was d
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Wedding Day (Misha Collins x reader)
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Wedding Day (Misha Collins x reader)
You knew something would happen. You knew it. Everything had been too peaceful for the past week.
You scheduled a wakeup call for 6:30 for your hair appointment and the front desk called you at 7:30. Sure, you could
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Oikawa Tooru/Reader - Good Kisser
The entire debacle started - and if someone pushed you enough to admit it, your crush on him, too - when you were four years old.
You really only knew Oikawa Tooru as the daycare’s resident brat. Unlike you, who was a perfectly well-behaved and well-mannered child, he went around causing havoc for the daycare’s caretakers to deal with. Whether he was stealing toys from other kids, making a mess out of anything and everything, or blubbering about how he was being ‘bullied’ (that is, after he made fun of another kid), he was nothing but an utter nuisance, and so for the most part, you steered clear of him. You were little, sure, but even your four year old self could realize how troublesome he was and wanted no part of it.
He was content with terrorizing other children, always leaving you be or missing you in the process, until that particular day.
For some reason, he decided to veer away from his normal selection of victims, and instead target you.
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Hair
The first time you touched Kuroo Tetsurou’s hair was during a rainy day.
It poured like tomorrow wouldn't come, blustering. In fact, you could barely make out the school gate from the entranceway.
Fortunately, you didn't seem to be the only one who forgot their umbrella. A guy you recognized as someone from the class next to yours was standing under the last bit of shelter the school provided, just staring blankly at the rain. You made your way next to him, doing the exact same thing. It wasn't like you could do anything else, really.
He greeted you with a nod, and you answered with a curt smile.
Warning: Awkward silence coming to pass.
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okay, i really didn't want to make this journal, but there's been this gross misconception going around lately that i just can't ignore. i'm not one to get very opinionated but this issue is very close to my heart and has been affecting me deeply. it's time i broke my silence on it. i suggest you stop reading here if you can't deal with my somewhat extreme views on this subject.
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You weren’t aware how much stuff you had done with Jim until you moved out.
Getting out of bed was a challenge. It was too stiff, too cold. But you wouldn’t crack. You couldn’t.
Eating breakfast was a whole other thing. You sat completely across the room from where you normally sat, casting longing glances to the table farthest from the door in the mess hall. Your friends were trying to coax Jim to eat something, Jim had his head pillowed on his arms and refused to even speak to anybody.
“Hey,” a voice broke your reverie.
“Oh, hey Uhrua. What’s up?”
The woman placed her tray across from yours and slid into the seat, pushing her sleek hair off her shoulder.
“I was just wondering if you and Jim were okay. You usually sit with them.”
You hummed and shrugged, fiddling with your spoon in your cereal.
“You didn’t break up, did you?”
You dropped your spoon in shock.
“Are people saying that??”
Uhrua shrugged then, relaying all the gossip she’d heard since the week you had moved out of Jim’s room.
Talk was going about that Jim kicked you out because you were suspected of being pregnant but nothing was totally confirmed.
“I think I would know if I was pregnant. Plus, if that was true, my brother would make sure we’d have one less captain.”
Uhrua chuckled, but continued on. Others thought Jim had cheated on you and you moved out as soon as possible and were even going so far as to request a transfer to another ship to make a statement. That made you snort.
“Should I disappear for a few days to make them believe I did?”
Even others thought you two had just grown apart, which not many people were a fan of. The two of you were clearly in love and everybody could see it. So nobody really knew a reason. Nobody would have even though of it.
“We’re still together, just taking a break from each other. We decided we spend too much time around each other, we’re too dependent on each other. So we’re just giving each other space to branch out again. But we’re still exclusive.”
Uhrua nodded, even going so far as to mime zipping her lips shut. This made you giggle and you continued on with breakfast until your brother and brother-in-law sat down.


Two more weeks had gone by, almost an entire month. True to your word, you were monitoring Jim through Uhrua. She told you he was constantly miserable. His skin was sallow, dark circles were forming under his eyes, he looked ready to burst into tears at the drop of a PADD.
It tore you up inside. You missed your Jim. He was truly the light of your life. You knew now that he was definitely for real. He loved you and you loved him back. But you had to stay strong. Just a few more days and you would be back in his arms and you could return from where you left off.
“Miss (l/n)?”
“Yes, Mr. McCoy?”
Bones still flinched when you called him by his professional name rather than the nickname he had been dubbed by your boyfriend.
“We have a small injury. Please tend to it. I put the patient in room 4. I’m sorry. You’re the only nurse on hand.”
You didn’t understand why he was apologizing until you opened the door.
Jim sat on the plastic chair used for doctors and nurses at the monitors. You motioned for him to sit on the examination table and he did so, his lips pressing together tightly. You cocked your head to the side and Jim removed his shirt, showing flowering bruises all on his torso and arms. You pressed your fingertips to your lip, fearing you would throw up.
Your hands gently touched his ribcage and Jim groaned. You placed a comforting hand on the back of his own larger hands and he gripped your fingers gently. You massaged the area once again, feeling Jim tighten his fingers but never enough that it would hurt you.
You pulled up a diagram and began marking down where he had major injuries, such as a hairline fracture on more than one of his ribs and internal bruising on his jaw and throat. You wrote all this down in Jim’s record and began prescribing him medicine.
Before you sent him off, you prepared a syringe filled with medicine that would clear up bruising and seal the fractures. One would go in his neck, and one would go in his torso.
You managed to get Jim to relax so you could release the liquid inside him. Then you pulled out several bottles, wrote on the labels how much to take and how often and even bagged them for him.
Jim took the bag from you with one hand and held onto your hand with his other.
You willed yourself to not look in his eyes but the urge was too strong. Looking up at him was a big mistake.
It was exactly as Uhrua told you. His skin was nearly translucent because he had been staying up and not eating enough. He looked exhausted. He must have seriously thrown himself into his work, trying to block out everything else but you supposed it didn’t matter because it didn’t work.
Jim moved to kiss you on the forehead but you tipped up to reach his lips, placing a sweet peck on them. Jim sighed in contentment and moved in for another kiss but you stopped him with your hand. Your eyes flicked to the calendar on the wall and Jim let out a whine, kissing your fingertips instead.
You pushed his lips away and handed him his shirt back. He took it and struggled it on. He hopped off the table and grabbed his medication before turning back to you. You rubbed softly under his eyes, the skin feeling papery and fake under your hands.
Jim’s eyes fluttered closed and you could see how sunken in his face really looked. He looked like he had been grieving the loss of a loved one.
You moved to give him one last kiss when the ship lurched. You crashed into Jim who readily caught you. You both heard screams coming through the med bay from the hall. You removed yourself from Jim’s hold and ran into the larger wing.
Nurses and doctors were flooding out into the hallway but Bones was trying to push them back in. You could see tentacles swarming throughout the handful of glimpses you could actually catch. Bones even urged you to push back the wounded and or unconscious patients.
As suddenly as you had pushed them all into a safe area, several large aliens burst through the door. Most of the doctors and nurses had overturned their work stations and empty hospital beds to shoot the threat from behind cover with their regulation guns.
You were the only nurse without a weapon as you had never been this close to danger before.
The aliens had tentacles that seemed to be longer than anybody could imagine. They dragged on the floor threateningly. Bones motioned for everyone to stay quiet. You looked closer and saw that the aliens had no eyes or nostrils. They based their movements on sound and touch alone. If you just stood still….
CRASH
A dozen syringes and medical beakers tipped onto the floor and were shattered. In the huge mess was Jim, laying on his side, cringing at the new cuts he had digging into his skin.
The aliens made their way towards him and you did the only thing you could think of. You started throwing anything you could get your hands on at them. PADDS, beakers, syringes, medical tape. Your distraction worked and you were faced with some very angry aliens.
Instead of fighting back, you held your arms out to your sides and let them take you up in their many limbs and walk out of the door.
You were placed in a bag that you really hoped was able to sustain itself out in space and the top was tied. You couldn’t see anything. Not where they were taking you, not where any of the people were, how many victims, if there were any.
You felt yourself being beamed out of the ship and onto another. A foreign language filled your ears and what sounded like congratulations were being spread around.
You were carried for a long period of time until you finally saw a bright light and tumbled out of the bag onto a cold, metal floor. You lifted yourself up with your hands and sat back on your heels as your eyes tried to adjust to the light.
In front of you was man who looked to be around your age with a real cape draped around his shoulders. He looked nothing like the aliens that had taken you. He removed himself from the ornate throne that he had previously been sitting upon.
“You must pardon my assistants. They don’t know much about decorum and etiquette for escorting lovely young ladies onto my ship. I am Maymun.”
Maymun helped you up and you noticed that he was very handsome, but he wasn’t really your type. His deep brown eyes were very beautiful and his shock of black hair flopped over onto his tanned forehead that had valleys on it when his eyebrows raised.
“Oh, you’re harmed. Let me fix that.”
Only when he mentioned it did you feel a stinging above your eyebrow. You touched it and flinched away at the feeling.
“I wouldn’t touch that.”
Maymun came back with antiseptic, a bandage and medical tape. He came forward and tried to clean it, but you held up your hands.
“Please, let me do it. I’m a nurse.”
He gave you a look. You kept quiet and almost flinched away when Maymun tried to touch you but he held your chin in place.
“Sometimes, even nurses need caring for.”
Your eyes fluttered closed and you breathed shallowly.
“Why did you come onto the U.S.S Enterprise?”
“So that’s what it’s called. I wouldn’t know. I just go where my assistants lead me. You see, they sense things all through the galaxy. Wherever they are called, that’s where they go.”
“What,” you swallowed nervously. “What do they sense all throughout the galaxy?”
You opened your eyes long enough to see a malicious smirk cross the man’s face.
“Despair,” he whispered.
A heavy shudder rocked your body and Maymun laughed and stood straight up, going to a high tech screen at one end of the room you hadn’t noticed.
“There was serious despair on your ship. Sadness over a miscarriage, a break up. Depression unable to be stopped simply because it runs in the family. Oh, it must have been delicious. The largest amount of sadness was directed at you.”
“Oh no,” you whispered, closing your eyes again as you felt faint.
“Oh yes. We’re going to send your ship a little message. You see, your captain had stolen something of mine, something very important and I need it back. It’s only fair that until I do, I keep the thing he treasures most. If you, please, friends?”
Maymun motioned for someone out of your peripheral to come forward and you were held up as rope was tied around your ankles and knees, your wrists and elbows. You bit back a sob as a gag was placed in your mouth. Tears hadn’t officially begun to spring and you fought them back as hard as you could. This maniac would never see you being weak.
You were dropped back on the floor onto your knees and you winced at the pain. You took a minute to take in your surroundings, hoping you could find anything that would help you.
The walls looked like they were directly out of a cave, the rock curving up like claws but at the same time, looked like waves on the ocean. They were a dark grey and they matched the floor and ceiling, though the floor was polished.
Maymun’s minions had plopped you down facing the screen in front of you and his throne was diagonally to the left of you. Those were the only things in the room besides a large crate in the corner hidden by the screen’s view and a small chair propped against it.
A noise made you jump and you faced the screen once more. You could see the bridge, with everyone’s focus on you, well, you should say the screen that you were on. You knew that once the message disconnected, they would see the stars again. You idly wondered if you ever would.
Spock was standing behind Jim’s chair that was spinning rapidly. Bones was on the other side of Spock in the same stance as him, his hands behind his back. Both of them had very surprised looks on their faces at seeing you.
You were looking for Jim when he appeared on the screen right in front of you, his hands plastered to it. You could see his eyes were puffy and red but his irises never strayed from their bright blue.
“Oh. Hello! Welcome to the show!”
Jim’s focus turned from you to Maymun.
“Give her back to me, you sick bastard!”
Maymun leisurely walked towards you but you held your ground. He grabbed you by the chin and held you up.
“You mean this? I don’t believe she truly belongs to you anymore. Isn’t that right darling?”
You scowled at Maymun and cast a look to Jim which he could read even from however far apart you were.
“But, let’s see! Let’s see if she cries for help!”
The knot at the back of your head was untied and ripped from your mouth so hard it burned.
“Beg, darling. Beg for your sorry excuse for a man comes to rescue you from the big, bad villain!”
Maymun let out a seriously evil laugh and you wondered if he’d ever practiced. Shaking the thought from your mind, you turned to face Jim. Your tired Jim. All of this was your fault. All his suffering. It ended here and now.
“Jim,” you spoke.
Jim’s eyes lit up, the fire newly restored in them. You knew it would work but you suppressed your smirk.
“Come and get me. I dare you.”
It had been four months since your night with Jim Kirk and everything was going smoothly.
After your lunch date, in which every single person stared at the two of you, he asked you if you would be his girlfriend. You almost passed out, right then and there in the hallway. You said yes of course. But it wasn’t until a few minutes later.
Two months later, he had formally invited you to move into his quarters with him and you accepted that invitation as well. You practically slept in there every night anyways, but this made it official.
You stretched in Jim’s hold, making a small noise of satisfaction when you stretched as far as you could.
“Honey, why do you wiggle so much.”
You could feel your stomach flipping over and over. No matter how long you were with Jim, there was no telling what he could do to make you queasy. In a good way of course, but queasy none the less.
“It’s hard to stretch when you have another person in bed, sweetie.”
Jim pressed his open lips in a sloppy kiss on your shoulder. You hummed at the feeling, hunkering down deeper into the covers and his arms. You turned over to face his chest and he pulled your even closer, your legs intertwining.
About an hour later, Jim whined when a knock sounded at the door. You both had just started to get into it when the knock came. You delivered a sharp bite to his shoulder before sending him off to answer the door, sliding back down under the covers.
He came back a minute later, his cheeks bright pink. He grumbled some choice words and pulled on his clothes. You sat up, your bottom half still curled up under the covers. Jim cast a glance to you and groaned.
“Honey, don’t look at me like that. You make me want to stay here forever.”
You stood from the bed, wincing slightly when your knees popped. Making your way over to him, you slung your arms around his neck and leaned your full weight on him. He chuckled, letting himself fall on his butt so he could hold you in his lap.
“Who was that?”
“Bones. He made some comment about needing his best nurse on hand today.”
You sighed and curled yourself up against his chest. He pulled you to him, squishing your cheeks slightly against his chest. You giggled, standing up and walking towards your dresser, your hips swaying gently.


You were practically vibrating with happiness. You were going onto Starbase Yorktown for a week long rest. The ship was in dire need of a full body once over by the mechanics there and while Scotty was offended, he understood why.
Over the ten months you had been dating Jim, you had the wonderful opportunity to become friends with his friends, though you were already familiar with McCoy and had seen Spock in the Medbay numerous times. You got to meet Scotty and Sulu and Chekov over many lunch periods and little outings from time to time.
You bounced around yours and Jim’s room, stumbling occasionally.
“Honey, please. You’re gonna break something.”
“No I’m not Jim. I just want to make sure I’m not forgetting anything.”
Jim moved to stop you but you ended up tripping over your bag, sending you flying into him. Jim managed to catch you around the waist and swing you around so you were held in his arms but the swing power was too forceful and he fell.
“I think you actually broke something, sweetie.”
Jim groaned as he rolled over onto the floor next to you. You snorted and then you both started giggling. Soon you were clutching your stomach, tears rolling down your face. A knock on the door interrupted you two.
“Captain, Miss (l/n), did I interrupt something?”
You raised yourself up on your elbows, crossing one leg over the other.
“You’re alright Spock. We just had a little trip.”
That sent you both into a smaller fit of giggles.
“Captain, we are ready to dock.”
Jim stood immediately, helping you up and intertwining your hands together. You grabbed both of your bags and Jim swung his own over his shoulder, grabbing your hand once more.
Reaching the observation deck, you stood by Jim’s chair as he directed orders. You gave Uhrua a small wave and she returned the gesture in a friendly manner. You didn’t really know her that well but you did know that she and Spock had recently separated from their relationship. You didn’t know all the details but you knew it was complicated.
Once the ship landed, Jim waited until you both had your bags and scooped you into his arms. He ran with you squealing, all the way to the loading and unloading dock. He wastes no time in jogging into the large crowd of people, all staring at the two of you. You felt your face burning so you tucked it into the crook of Jim’s neck.
He stopped and put you down in a hallway/alley. You slid your arms around his neck and pecked his lips.
“You are so irresponsible. You know that right?”
“Does it look like I care?”
You couldn’t help it. You threw your head back and laughed.


You were getting ready for your date with Jim tonight. He said you were going somewhere fairly nice. You got a hotel and Jim left to go talk to some leader or something. You didn’t pay too close attention to details.
You packed a nice red cocktail dress and matching heels. You quickly bathed and made yourself up to be presentable. Jim knocked on the door at exactly 6 p.m. and you strut out of the bathroom, finally satisfied with your looks.
You opened the door and Jim’s jaw dropped to the floor.
You looked stunning in your dress, accentuating all the parts he loved about you. Your heels made your legs look like they never ended. You had a leather jacket on top which he quickly recognized as his. Your makeup was simple and your hair fell in delicate waves down your shoulders.
“Shall we go my lady?”
You giggled, accepting the arm Jim had given you. Quickly making your way to the restaurant, talking about anything and everything on the way.
You sat down at a nice, secluded table away from prying eyes and ordered your drinks.
“Honey, I uh, I have somethings I want to tell you.”
You cocked your head to the side and scrunched your shoulders up. Jim swallowed nervously and fiddled with the tablecloth. You took his hand in yours and rubbed the back of it with you thumb to calm his nerves. It only helped in skyrocketing his heart rate. He didn’t want to tell you.
“Okay,” Jim took a big breath. “Remember when we met in that bar all that time ago?”
You nodded, getting excited about where this was going, a smile beginning to spread across your face.
“Well, the boys and I were playing truth or dare but with money and stuff.”
Your nods slowed and your smile turned down at the edges. Jim resisted the urge to reach across the table and press his fingers into the creases on the side of your mouth.
“So Bones dared me to see if I could try and make you fall in love with me.”
Your face went completely blank.
“I wanted to tell you before this but I still wanted to have a chance with you because I think you’re a really great girl and the dare went completely out the window when I first talked to you, no, when I first met you. I really do love you, it’s not about a dare anymore. I don’t even care. The only reason I still remember it is because I’ve been feeling guilty about how we met and my intentions when I first tried to talk to you.”
You removed your hands from Jim’s, even as he gripped them to stay in his. You sat up straight in your seat and looked him deeply in the eyes.
“I swear to God, Jim. If you are lying to me, I will rip off your-“
“I’m not, I’m not. Would I be telling you all of this right now if I didn’t love you?”
“I suppose not. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I didn’t want to completely give up what chance I had with you. I just wanted to be able to say I was with a great girl for a while. Even if you want to break up with me now because I kept this from you for so long.”
You sighed, rubbing your forehead with your knuckles. Your eyes were studying the tablecloth and you finally looked up, no tears in your eye and no burning rage either.
“I have a dare for you.”
“Honey, please take this seriously.”
“Don’t tell me what to take seriously Jim Kirk. You are on thin ice. Now listen to everything I am telling you as it will test your loyalty and your truth.”
Jim pressed his lips together and gestured for you to continue.
“I dare you to not talk to me for a whole month. I will be monitoring your actions for the whole month we aren’t talking. If you are completely miserable, I will believe you. I do know the difference between fake miserable and real miserable. I will even be moving out of our room. A whole month, no talking, starting tomorrow. Deal?”
Jim wanted to cry. He wanted to tell you he would be incredibly miserable the first day without you. That he couldn’t even imagine a month.
“……Deal. One month, starting tomorrow.”
Hello readers! Before we begin, I would like to say that I do not own any of these characters or you.
Hope you enjoy!
Holding your Breath (Yuri Piletsky x reader)
(I’m thinking of making this a small series so if anybody is interested, please comment!!)


Your earbuds in your ears blocked out most of the noise on the charter bus, though you could still hear some shouts from your boyfriend who was sitting right next to you at the back of the vehicle. You dug your hands further into his hoodie that he had given you at the beginning of the ride. Of course you hadn’t always lived in Russia so the temperature of the bus was freezing.
Yakov, in some form of grumpy old man kindness, had given the Russian skate team permission to go on a field trip. They could pick wherever they wanted to go, provided it was in the country, and he would pay for everything. So, you supposed, he wasn’t a completely grumpy old man, but he could definitely get fed up with the skate team. Something which you could understand.
Georgi was at the very front of the bus, talking with Yakov about something, probably his next free skate dedicated to his ex-girlfriend. You had nothing against him expressing himself, but she was clearly over him. You just felt bad that he hadn’t realized it yet.
Yuuri and Viktor were sitting across from Yakov and chatting idly with the two when asked for input but mostly stayed to themselves. You could relate with Yuuri really well, being cold all the time so you often talked about it. The first day he showed up at the rink when you came to watch Yuri practice, it was awkward calling somebody else by your boyfriends’ name but now the weird had worn off. Yuuri reminded you of a big brother or even a young mother figure and you found comfort in him often when you spoke to him.
Lilia was sitting a few rows behind the two and reading a book. She seemed completely oblivious to all the noise, though the sounds from the skate team was nothing compared to the sounds of sobbing wannabe ballerinas. You would know, as you heard those sounds all the time.
Being Lilia’s prima ballerina assoluta meant that you were just a rank above Yuri in her lessons. It was your rank that brought you together in the end. At the beginning, you were at each other’s throats, battling for the top spot which had been given to you a week before he had moved into the studio. Looking back on it, you were glad things turned out the way they did.
You were startled out of your daze when Yuri once again started yelling at Mila a few rows up. She was teasing him once again about something trivial. He stood on the plastic floor and didn’t even stumble when the bus bumped up and down. He didn’t have his signature hood on top of his blond mop of hair but asked you to pull it back into a ponytail. Even if you pulled the band tight, because he was moving so much, a few strands popped out of the sides and were framing his face.
He seemed so calm when you were messing with his hair this morning so you decided to do it again to see if it would indeed calm him down.
You tugged on his sweater and he immediately turned to you. You pulled his hand until he sat down next to you, a curious look on his face. His eyes were wide and childlike and his lips were in a small pout. You pressed your own lips to his bottom one and reached for your backpack, not missing the delicate blush that graced your boyfriends’ cheeks.
You pulled out your brush and some hair ties and bobby pins before motioning for Yuri to sit with his back to you. He did so and let out a heavy sigh when you pulled the hair tie out of his hair and ran your hands through it.
“Your hair is really soft тигр. (Tiger) I’m very jealous.”
Yuri’s shoulders lift and he turned to face you.
“Did you learn that just for me?”
You nodded bashfully, turning his head back to face forward. You pulled the brush through his thin strands and whispered in his ears as you did so.
“I couldn’t just live in Russia and not know a word of the language now could I? How much would I look like a tourist then?”
Yuri let out a sharp bark of laughter and you poked his shoulder blade, insisting he keep still.
“You know котенок, I think it is about time we talk about when you’re officially going to move into the studio with me.”
“Naughty, naughty.”
You could see pink rising on the pale cheeks of your boyfriend once again and giggled under your breath.
“You wouldn’t have to commute as far as you do and we wouldn’t have to meet halfway for dates. Plus, I could see what you wear as pajamas.”
After finishing the braid, you tied it off and pulled it into a hair tie. It was the usual hairstyle he wore for competitions but yours was a lot more relaxed. Yuri turned to face you once more and pulled you into his chest.
Your eyes faced forward and you spotted a tunnel.
“тигр, look! A tunnel. My teacher taught me this trick. When we go through, hold your breath for as long as you can.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me.”
Yuri did as you said, holding in a big breath that made his cheeks puff out. You looked each other in the eyes and you mentally counted until you knew your hearts would be in sync. You placed a delicate hand on his chest and he placed one on yours, right on top of your heart.
Unknown to the two of you, the entire bus had gone silent. Everybody was looking back at the two of you in slight awe. You looked perfect for each other, matching one another in every way. His half was made whole my you and vice versa. The orange lights used in the tunnel reflected your eyes and the love with them.
When the bus emerged from the tunnel, you both let out large puffs of air that blew in each other’s faces, your faces both turning pink this time.
Your rested your forehead on Yuri’s and nudged his nose with yours.
“My parents did say yes and I was going to tell you when we got to our final destination today but you’re so impatient.”
Yuri brought you in for a tight hug and you wrapped your arms around him.
“Would we sleep in the same room, котенок?”
You giggled.
“Do you want my parents to kill you?”
“Touche.”
Later when the bus pulled up at a national park in the Kenozersky National park, Yuri had taken your arm and dragged you to the top of one of the rock formations and you observed the beauty of the landscape, not realizing your audience until you were called down for lunch.
When you slid down the boulders, all the team could see was a huge smile on both of your faces and a new piece of jewelry on your right ring finger.

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