Fictional Ppl x reader

Just When You Thought You Were Safe (Kirkxreader)

“For the love of everything that is good in this universe, if you ask me to go out with you in your stupid womanizing tone one more time, James, I swear to god I will shove my foot so far up your ass you will be transported into a different dimension!” You swirl around, your hair hitting him in the face. Today was your day. The day that you finally graduated from the academy.  The day you would finally be assigned to your Starship. The day you finally get away from the annoying, flirting James Tiberius Kirk, no matter how handsome he may be, you HATE him.

“So if I ask you in a different tone, will you go out with me?!” he yells at you as you storm off in the opposite direction. You arrive just in time for the ceremony to start. Your friend waves you over to sit by her/him. It goes on for hours before you finally get called up to receive your mission.

“(y/n), your mission should you choose to accept it, is to explore the galaxy on the Starship Enterprise. Congratulations on your completion of the Starfleet Academy’s training course.” The crowd claps and you bow and say a quick thank you before you’re ushered to the side.

You barely get sleep that night, you spend all night packing and unpacking your things, trying to make it as efficient as possible. Did you really need this or that? You’d be back for it all in five years anyways, still there were things that you just couldn’t just  leave wothout. By the time the sun rises you have packed your things up ten different ways, but you decide on the final one, even though you’re still not convinced you did it well enough. You take a shower and get ready, smoothing your hair back into a bun, save a chunk of hair for a braid to wrap around the bun. you shrug on your jacket and look around your room for the last time, a determined smile on your face.

You’re the first one of the newbies to arrive at the ship. The first officer, Mr. Spock, greets you and takes you to your cabin and informs you of the schedule for the rest of the day. He tells you that the captain will be making rounds to introduce himself to all the new recruits when the rest of them get here.

Within the hour you’re settled into your cabin, making it feel as much like home as you can. You hang fairy lights around your bed and your desk and you put a lamp next to your bed and turn them on, trading them for the ugly overhead light. Immediately the room feels like home, the atmosphere feeling more friendly.

You hear a knock at your door as you were putting your books into the shelf that was provided and you call out over your shoulder, “Come in!”

“Hello, officer (y/n), I’m Captain James Tiberius Kirk, I am your acting Captain for your five year…” Dread floods over you as you hear his voice. You face floods with heat and you step down from the chair you were standing on.  You turn around, trying to look as put together as possible, and smile at him.

“Hello, Captain.” you force through your smile.

“So does this mean that I can have that date now?”

“Out!” you yell, chucking the book that you were holding at his head. “Really?! I am your subordinate! I am on your crew! What in the hell makes you think that it’s appropriate for you to ask me those things?!” You bring your fists down on him.

“Woah! Ow! okay! I’m sorry! Hey! Alright this is ridiculous!” Kirk’s hands wrap around your arms and he rolls you over, pinning you to the ground. His face is inches from yours, so close that you can see every different shade of blue in his eyes. They’re stunning. “You’re blushing!” he laughs, snapping you out of it, his devilish smile sending unwanted fire through your veins.

You bring your knee up into his chest and he collapses on top of you, his lips smashing in yours. You roll him off of you in frustration and stand up, brushing yourself off. “Get out.” you growl, trying your best to ignore the buzzing feeling that his lips left on your skin.

“I’m sorry. This won’t happen again. Your lips are soft. I don’t know why I just said that. Meetings at 7 sharp. Okay leaving!” Kirk throws his hands up in surrender as you raise your fist again. 

As soon as the door shuts behind him, you rest your face in your hand with a groan.

"God help me and give me the patience NOT to kill him..."