Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Reader

A/n: Idk, I was inspired by this youtube video ^ I was just inspired to try and write some type of angst. And this is really really long. Maybe a part two?🤷‍♀️🖖

Y/c/h: your color hair

⭐️Warnings: talk of abortion, panic attack
Italics- flashback

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YOUR POV

Jim. Jim Kirk. The man who I will never stop loving. The man who I will never forget, due to fact I had fallen pregnant with his child. Yeah, he was a player. That didn't stop me from falling for his perfect face, looking as it was crafted by the gods themselves. Or for his ocean blue eyes that are full of hope. He was and will never be tied down to one person. Why would he stay with me?

I wake up in a bed, obviously not mine. Mine wasn't this soft. I pry open my eyes to see where I am. I focus on the ceiling above me, then look around to find myself in my Captain's quarters. Captain James T. Kirk. I am in his quarters, in his bed, naked, with his arm over my stomach.

God, if only I could remember what had led up to this!?

Jim starts to move around, and I jump up from his bed. I start muttering to myself about how this was all a mistake, and this shouldn't have happened.

"Hey, where are you going?" Is what makes me stop in my tracks of buttoning my pants. "What?" I ask, and Jim repeats his questions with a little less sleep in his voice. I look at him again, with his arm holding up his head while he lays on his side, "Where are you going?" "Back to my quarters." I state as I move to find my shirt. "Wait what?" He asks, and I pull my shirt up from the floor, then go on to finding my bra. "This shouldn't have happened." I state as I leave the bed room, with my arm across my breasts and look around the quarters. I hear Jim jump up from his bed and scuffle across the floor looking for something to put on. I move behind the couch and find my bra, putting it on, then pulling my shirt over my head. "What do you mean?" Jim asks with genuine hurt in his eyes. "This was a mistake. We were both drunk." I say as I pull on my shoes and gather the rest of my belongings. "Hold on! Slow down, lets talk about this.." Jim says stepping in front of me, successfully making me stop.
"What is there to talk about? This was going to happen. You were going to have me leave, we'll never talk again because it will be awkward, and you know the rest! I'll just be another notch on your bedpost!" I exclaim softly, then step around Jim walking for the door. "Is that what you think?" Jim asks softly, making me stop and turn around to find Jim turning around too. "Yes. That's exactly what I think. And I know it was going to happen because I know you. I've known you since high school. All those years, since I've met you, you have never. Ever. Not once, had a girlfriend longer than two weeks. I'm not judging you, I just never thought I would be one of those girls. I'm doing this for me, not because it was already going to happen, but because I can't stand the fact that I have fallen for my player best friend who will never change that, and or feel the same.." I say all in as few breaths as possible, the look on Jims face moves from sadness, to shock, to realization, to regret. I scoff as the tears I didn't even know had formed, fall down my cheeks. I turn around before Jim could say anything and walk out the door. As I step out the door and turn right, I bump into someone

Great. Just what I need.

"Y/n.. are you okay?" The man asks, and I look up with tears streaming down my face. Bones. Doctor Leonard "Bones" McCoy, was standing right in front of me. "I'm fine." I state and make a beeline to the turbo lift and pray that no one else sees me as I rush to my quarters.