Tw: Incest, ickyy, sexual themes, probably isn't very good, grammar and whatnot might be shit (sorry), this is my first time writing anything.
Dad!jim hopper, who loves you so much and is protective over you (probably more than a dad should be).
Dad!jim hopper, who hates the idea of you dating anybody and not staying his baby forever.
Dad!jim hopper, who's always patching up your scratches and bruises ever since you were a kid and does it a lot more now after being too rough with you.
Dad!jim hopper, who usually takes his time fucking you good but sometimes when you're a brat or he's really pissed or stressed he doesn't really consider you and just fucks you to make himself feel good.
Dad!jim hopper, who still spanks you over his knee occasionally if you're being bad and are bratty.
Dad!jim hopper, who doesn't consider wearing condoms except for your first time, but after that, he hasn't and will buy you plan b after or the next day.
Dad!jim hopper, who hates seeing you do things he used to when he was younger
A/N: Prompt #19 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! Sorry I didn’t get this up yesterday. Life got a bit out of wack. For those of you that haven’t read my other daughter!reader fics, ‘Dad’ is Jim and ‘Papa’ is Freddie.
Pairing: Freddie Mercury x Jim Hutton w/ daughter!reader
Summary: You have a bake sale at school that you need help with. Your dad is a great help. Your papa…not so much.
Warnings: Fluff
Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows
You came bounding inside, your hands filled with groceries. Your dad followed behind you, holding some groceries as well.
“Daddy, can we get started now?”
“After we put everything away, sweetheart.”
You helped him put the things that you didn’t need away and then looked to him.
“Now?”
Your dad chuckled. “Yes, now we can. Grab the big bowl from the cupboard next to the sink and we’ll get started.”
You did as you were and came back to your dad.
“Alright, so we need two eggs, two cups of sugar, and…”
You lost what your said when the front door opened.
“Hello, my lovies!”
Your dad seemed confused but you ran to see your papa bending down to pet one of the cats.
“Papa!” You ran to him.
He pulled you into a hug and kissed your hair. “Hello, darling.”
“What are you doing home?”
“Oh, your Uncle John had to go home to see Aunt Veronica, so we all decided to come home.”
You frowned at him. “Is Aunt Veronica okay?”
Your papa tucked some of your hair behind your ear and gave you a smile. “Yes, she’s fine. Just feeling a bit sick before she has the baby.”
You nodded, accepting his answer.
“Y/N! Are we going to help?”
“Coming!” You took Papa’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen.
“Daddy! Can Papa help?”
Your dad looked at him and gave him a knowing smile. “I don’t know, love. He might not…”
“I can help!” Your papa spoke up.
Your dad raised an eyebrow at your papa. “Alright. Could you grab the vanilla extract?”
Your papa’s eyes widened and he looked to you.
You giggled and motioned for him to bend down so you could whisper to him.
“It’s in the brown bottle up there,” you pointed to where you knew the vanilla was.
He went and took some a few extra moments to find it and then held it out to your dad, triumphantly.
“Alright, but these are for Y/N’s bake sale at school so they can donate money to The Toy Project for children.”
Your papa put one hand on his chest. “You say that as if I’ll mess them up somehow.”
Your dad didn’t say anything, but grabbed the measuring cups from the drawer.
“I think you can do it, Papa,” you told him.
“Thank you, lovie. I knew I could count on you.”
The three of you then got to work. Well, your dad and you got to work. Your papa tried.
“Jim, darling, what does ‘TSP’ mean?” “Y/N, what does ‘beat the eggs’ mean? That seems a bit rude.”
You and your dad met eyes a few times and traded secret smiles.
After the cookies were in the oven, you got the frosting ready.
“Decorating. Much more my speed,” your papa actually looked excited for that part.
The three of you waited for cookies and your papa told you all about his day at the studio with your uncles. It always liked hearing those stories. They usually seemed to have fun.
Finally, the oven went off and your dad got them out of the oven.
“Okay, we have to wait a few minutes before we try to put frosting on them.”
“Because?” Your papa asked.
“Because, Papa, if we put it on the warm cookies, it’ll melt.”
“Ah,” your papa nodded and then looked at you. “See, what would I do without you and your smarts?”
You grinned and listened while your papa and dad were talking about the holidays coming up and what you would be doing so that you could see your grandparents.
“Alright, I think they’re ready now,” your dad brought them over. “Now, you two be careful and don’t make too much of a mess. I’m going to run out and pick us up some dinner.”
“Of course not, dear, we’ll be fine.”
Your dad gave you a kiss on the top of your head and your papa a kiss on the cheek before he left.
“Alright, lovie, let’s get started.”
You grabbed the red frosting, starting to make a Father Christmas on the cookie, but all you ended up doing was making a red mess. You stared at it, frustrated. You looked over at your papa and he was making a tree on the cookie. It looked like a tree. You looked back at your cookie and slammed the red frosting down.
“Hey now,” he looked over at you. “What was that about?”
“I can’t do this!”
“Oh, yes you can. Come on, I’ll help you.”
You sighed, but picked the frosting back up.
“Now, what ware you trying to do?”
“Make a Father Christmas.”
“Alright, well, let’s start with his hat.”
Your papa walked you through it, making it actually look like Father Christmas’ hat and face.
“See? You just needed a bit of help. And there’s nothing wrong with that, you just have to ask.”
“Thank you, Papa. Can you help me decorate some for Hanukkah? Miss Bacall told us all about it! She said that they light candles for eight nights and instead of red and green they use blue and white.”
“Of course I can, my love. Hand me the blue frosting.”
The two of you were almost done when your dad walked in the door.
“I’m back with supper!”
“Jim, dear! Come look at the cookies!”
Your dad walked in, his hands filled with takeaway. He looked at the fully decorated cookies.
“They look beautiful. You did an amazing job.”
“Does this mean I can help in the kitchen more?”
You looked at your dad and the two of you seemed to have a silent conversation.
Can you tell us about the dads all holding their baby for the first time?
Michael cries. 100% idc if he’s the scariest one of them - he full on can’t believe he is capable of so much love and happiness and all of that fits into this tiny little person he helped make! and seeing you! tired and worn out from delivering a baby but he swears you’re still the most beautiful person in the world and he wants to protect you both from everything i’m crying
Jim just can’t believe it. He had 9 months to prepare and yet when they hand him the baby he’s to scared to hurt him or her and his arms are just a little shaky. He doesn’t dare look away from the sleeping baby while he talks to you - afraid that if he takes his eyes of the baby they’ll be gone. “Can you believe we did it, babe?” he’d use the softest tone too. ugh
Duncan lays in the hospital bed with you, one arm around you while they set the baby down in his free arm. I think you wouldn’t expect it, but he’d be a natural. Of course he’s scared and insecure that he wont be a good dad, but even on day one (and before the delivery too if we’re being honest) he was just ready to be there for his baby. “You take after your momma, don't ya? So beautiful,” and maybe.. just maybe.. a little tear.
Can we pls get some happy Jim feels 😭 the song Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop gives really good happy soft Jim feels
Jim loves his coffee, he often says that your day cannot go wrong if you have a cup of joe so rich and sweet that it brightens your eyes and puts a skip in your step. I make sure to always have a cup brewing the moment we get downstairs, Jim finishing them off exactly how we like them and taking me into his arms. Jim’s hands slide down to my stomach, expanding over the rotund little pooch I have there, just starting to stick out.
His lips find my cheek, ‘How about Nerida?’
‘You’re still fixated on it meaning water?’ You ask, feeling Jim’s smile against your skin.
‘The ocean literally save me.’
‘I thought I was the one who did that?’
He sticks his tongue out at you, a habit Jim’s never gotten rid of. ‘You get 30% of the credit.’
You try to get him and Jim darts out of your way, ‘30%?’ You echo, ‘Only 30% after all those books and Starbucks I sneaked to you?’
Jim carefully winds you back into his arms, ‘Or we could have Dylan, or Jordan or Nile if it’s a boy.’
‘Let’s keep thinking.’ You offer, letting Jim gently rock you side to side, his hands cupping your baby protectively as you take the first sip of your morning coffee. You can both see Medina out getting in her early morning practise, surfing is long behind you and Jim now. It’s time to start a family and as you gaze out at the horizon and the ocean lapping the shore just below a feeling of sheer contentment washes over Jim.
‘I couldn’t be happier than I am in this moment.’ He murmurs and you let your eyes slip closed. ‘You, me, Medina and our little one. Our tribe’s growing bigger and bigger.’
You’ve always loved the Mason’s idea of family, of what that word means to them and how they have opened their little world to you, ‘Me either.’
@langdonsoceaneyes @ghostiesbedroom @sojournmichael @alexcornerblog @starwlkers (I had to tag to give you a small reprieve from the Jim angst for some sweet fluff and a happy ending) 😘
Warnings: Fluff, a really bad pun. I don’t think there’s even a swear in this one.
A/N: Part 2 of Seeing Double!! I hadn’t intended for this to become a series, and yet here we are. There’s definitely going to be at least a part 3, but we’ll see how long that gets and maybe there’ll be a part 4. It’ll be awhile either way, because it’s the end of the semester and school is slowly killing me.
The day started like any other for Aydenna: coffee in the morning while she skimmed the news and ate breakfast. Then she took a shuttle up to the academy where she prepped for a full day of classes. Unfortunately for her, everyone on the Command track had a strong personality, which meant a lot of disruptions and discussions, but she wouldn’t change it for a thing. She and Roger finally smoothed things out, and it even seemed like he was warming up to Y/N by now. At least, Aydenna hoped, based on the note she found on your pillow that morning. Hi Mommy. I went to work with Daddy today on a big ship!! I love you!! Aydenna smiled as she walked towards the ship dock, hoping to catch you and Roger by surprise at lunch.
She wrapped her arms around Roger from behind, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Hey. How’s work,going?” Roger turned around in her arms, pulling her into a deep and rough kiss. “Mm, that bad, huh,” she said with a soft smile.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Someone swiped my ID, and my boss has been on my ass about it.”
“I’m sorry, babe. What if I take Y/N off your hands for a couple hours, so you can get some peace?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Y/N. You took her to work today.”
“I sure as hell didn’t. Ship dock’s no place for a kid that young.”
Aydenna’s heart hammered away in her chest. “Then where they hell is she? She wasn’t in bed this morning. Said she was going to work with her dad.”
Dread washed over Aydenna as she remembered a conversation she’s heard in the lounge this morning. One of the other Command professors mentioned the Enterprise was leaving again today after a few days leave for refueling. “I hoped Captain Kirk himself would come in as a guest lecturer, but I was told he was already being briefed for his next mission,” the professor had said. Aydenna pulled her comm out of her pocket with shaking hands. There were three missed calls, all from the same name: James Tiberius Kirk.
Jim didn't mind that Aydenna didn't answer his calls. He was ecstatic, really. He knew he should've turned the ship around the second they found you, but he’s spent so long sacrificing things for his job and his crew he allowed himself this one bit of selfishness: to look at you. He was still amazed that he could've helped create something so perfect.
You sat on Sulu’s lap on the bridge, coloring away on top of his workstation. Jim watched you in the glass of the observation window with rapt attention, seeing the way your tongue poked out of your mouth when you were concentrating.
“You talk funny,” you said to Chekov when he commented on your coloring.
Sulu swallowed back a laugh when Chekov glared at him. “It's because he’s Russian, sweetheart.”
“Where’s he going?” A chuckle ran across the bridge, and you met Jim’s eye in the reflection on the window. The smile plastered on his face was almost a carbon copy of your own.
“No, no, I am from Russia,” Chekov said, “ze country.”
“I know,” you cut in. “I’m five. I’m not dumb. Does it snow a lot in Russia?”
“Yes all ze time!”
“I’ve never seen snow. Well, not really snow. We had a fake snow day simulator in PE once when they were trying to teach us how to ski. What about you, daddy? Do they have snow where you're from?” You stopped coloring to peer around at him when he didn't answer.
The ‘daddy’ caught him off guard, still not used to the idea of being a father. When you turned and the light caught the golden streaks in your hair, Jim honestly thought his heart would stop. It couldn't be real. “Yeah, baby,” he said, clearing his throat. “It snows all the time in Iowa.”
Satisfied, you turned back to your drawing.”Did you have snowball fights and make snow angels?”
“Sure did when I was your age.”
“But not anymore?”
“Not many places to do it in space.”
“That's not true,” you said, taking one last glance at your art before hopping of Sulu’s lap and skipping over to Jim. “I heard of a planet called Delta Vega that's all snow all year! Have you been there, daddy?”
Jim laughed, reaching down to pick you up and sit you on his lap. “Yeah, I have. I met Scotty there. Not eager to go back, though.” Jim shot a sideways glance at Spock, who turned back to his console with a ghost of a smile.
“Do you like my picture?” You held the portrait out to him. “This one’s you,” you pointed to the taller stick figure, “you can tell by the yellow shirt. This one’s me. I’ve got a yellow shirt, too, because I’m gonna be a captain just like you someday! And that's my ship! It's gonna be bright pink.”
Jim blinked away a few tears, heart swelling at the picture. “It's beautiful, baby.” “What’s wrong, daddy? You look sad.”
“I’m not sad, Y/N. I’m happy. So happy that I met you.”
You smiled at him, looking back at your drawing. Jim shifted in his seat as his comm rang, smile fading quickly when he saw it was your mother. “Come on, kid,” he said glumly, picking you up in one arm and walking towards the turbolift. He answered the phone with a brief, “Captain Kirk.”
“Please tell me she’s with you,” Aydenna said, barely holding herself together.
“If you mean my daughter, yes, she's with me.” Jim told himself he’d be kind to Aydenna when she called, but he couldn't keep the bite from his voice.
Aydenna was silent on the other end. “I’m sorry. This isn't how I wanted you to find out, Jay.”
“It’s Captain Kirk, now actually, and I doubt you wanted me to find out at all.”
“Is that mommy,” you chirped, picking up on the anger in Jim’s voice. You leaned across him to talk into the comm. “I told you I was going to work with daddy!” The turbolift opened and Jim made his way to his living quarters, putting the comm on speaker so you could both talk.
“How did you find him, Y/N?”
“I was looking for my crayons in your purse and I found a picture with someone that looked like me but if I was a boy. When I showed it to my friend she said it was probably my dad!”
Aydenna cursed under her breath. “Y/N, how many times have I told you not to go through my stuff without asking?” She paused again as a realization hit her: “Did you take Roger’s ID?” You refused to answer, burying your head in Jim’s neck. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Y/N Winona Black,” Aydenna said again. “Answer me right now.”
“Yes, yes I stole it,” you cried, “I wanted to see daddy because I wanted him to be nicer than Roger. He never lets me color at home because he says I leave my crayons out which I don’t! But daddy’s let me color all day. I just wanted to meet him.”
You tugged your arms tighter around Jim’s neck and he rubbed your back gently as you cried. “Hey, hey, it's okay, baby. I'm sure your mom was just worried.” You hiccuped in Jim’s ear in response.
Aydenna sighed. “Look, my lunch break is over. I’ll call you again when I’m done with classes for the day. Please tell me you're on the way back with her.”
“Of course,” Jim lied through his teeth.
Aydenna said her goodbyes and signed off, but as soon as Jim hung up his comm it rang again. Spock’s voice came through the other line. “Captain, we’re entering a debris field from what appears to be some kind of ambush. Lieutenant Uhura has identified the damaged ship as a Starfleet research vessel. How do you wish to proceed?”
“We’ve gotta help them,” you blurted out. “You can save the day again, daddy, and I can come with you!”
Jim never realized how annoying that puppy dog look was until it was being directed at him. He caved too quickly, spurred on at the thought of being your hero. “Mr. Spock, scan the planet to determine if it's hospitable. Have Mr. Sulu raise the shields and prep the weapons systems. I'll get Bones and set up an away team.”
“Right away, captain.”
Jim clicked the comm off and set you gently on the ground, kneeling in front of you. “If I let you come you can't tell your ma, okay? And you can only come if it's not dangerous and if you promise not to leave my side for anything.”
“I never want to leave you again, daddy,” you said, throwing your arms around Jim’s neck and planting a kiss on his cheek. He pulled you to him tightly, burning the feeling of you in his arms into his memory. He wasn't sure how long he had left with you, but he was certain Aydenna would never let him see you again if she found out he was taking you on an away mission. Still, he’d rather face her fury than watch you cry again, so he hoisted you onto his shoulders as he ran to brief Bones.
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Prompt: Hi Bella! Could you write a fic about Jim and his "daughter? It can be anything, just involves Jim and a daughter. Any age is fine. Young and cute to teenage rebellion. Whatever floats your boat (couldn't get it to request under my other account, so :( )
Word Count: 1030
Warnings: Being a teenage girl?
Author’s Note: It’s Dad!Jim day!!!
“Gina!” Running down the hall Jim caught up to the tall blonde scaring away all of her friends in the process. “What are you doing later?”
She rolled her eyes. “I was going to have lunch with Pete, but he bailed on me. Wonder why.”
“Your mother wanted to have a nice family dinner tonight, the three of us.”
“Will Uncle Leo be there?” Jim’s eyes silently questioned her. “Then it’s not a real family dinner.”
Stalking off towards who-knows-where, Gina left her father in the hallway.
“I just don’t understand where it went wrong Y/N.” You were in the lab trying to focus but that didn’t stop Jim Kirk from making himself at home. “She used to loved having dinners with us, now it’s all we can do to keep her in the same room with us for more than an hour.”
You’d had enough of this, turning towards your husband you saw just how sad he was about the situation but crying to you wasn’t changing anything. “You know what she’s studying right?” He nodded. “And you know who her friends are?” Another nod. “What about her interests? What does she do in her free time? And have you ever thought that maybe she’s just being a 15 year old girl who’s trapped on a spaceship with her parents, one of them being the captain?”
Jim’s shoulders slumped and you saw him defeated. “I never thought of it that way. I just thought she would enjoy seeing space.”
“And she does, that’s why she’s planning on command at the academy, but it’s really hard to be 15 as the captain’s daughter.” You had felt the same way when the two of you started dating all those years ago. “She can’t do anything wrong, either everyone will see a small punishment as favoritism or she’ll see the right punishment as a show for the crew, she can’t date because the crew are all terrified of what you’ll do if it doesn’t work out, and she doesn’t think you’re proud that you’re following in her footsteps.”
It was the last point that stayed with Jim, and at dinner that night he made an announcement. “Gina, we’re going on a diplomatic mission in a few days to do a routine check on a federation planet. I’d like for you to come along, see how it’s done first hand.”
Your eyes must have gone wide along with your daughter’s, but Jim didn’t realize that unlike the excitement in Gina’s eyes, yours was out of fear. You trusted your husband though, and you knew that he wouldn’t have offered to take her with him if he even had an idea that it would be dangerous.
Still, the day of the mission you walked to the transporter room with them hugging your daughter before she beamed down. Grabbed onto the blue shirt that was walking past you found Spock’s eyes. “You keep her safe.” He nodded once before beaming down himself.
You stayed in the transporter room with Scotty barely listening to him prattle on about the ship. “Mr. Scott, three to beam aboard.”
When their bodies fully materialized you watched Gina run off and Jim’s head fall. “What happened?”
“I don’t even know Y/N, I was talking to the leader of the planet and she got really mad. Wouldn’t even talk to us when we left.”
Telling him that you would talk to her, Jim nodded and went off towards the quarters to wash up. It took a little while, but you finally found Gina hiding in the corner of an observation deck. “How’d it go?”
“Ask dad.” You sat next to her in silence, simultaneously giving her space and letting her know that you were there for her. “He didn’t even explain anything to me, it’s like he just took me down there to show off or something. I mean, he knows I’m doing command right? He knows how much it would mean for me to learn this stuff?”
There were tears shining in her eyes and you felt your heart tearing with her pain. “Sweetie, your dad doesn’t understand girls as much as he claims he does. But he’s trying. This is all very new to him and to have a teenage daughter...he just has no idea.”
“Is this because of grandpa? Because if he uses that excuse one more time-”
“Georgina Kirk you watch your tone right now.” She paled, you only used her full first name when you were mad. “Your father never knew his own, he doesn’t know how to be a dad but he has done his absolute best for the both of us the past fifteen years. So yes, this is about grandpa, and it’s about how your dad is trying to understand you. But it’s also about how he misses you.”
“Misses me? He sees me every day!”
You smiled. “You’re not the little girl who runs up to daddy on the bridge anymore. You’re getting ready to go to the academy, and start life on your own. He’s worried about your safety and your future, but he wants you to be happy. So maybe he just wanted you to watch this time instead of being involved and planned on explaining everything when you got back to the ship. Maybe he just isn’t ready to look at you as a young woman who’s getting ready to lead her own crew.”
“How about: all of the above.” Jim appeared from behind a corner and smiled down at his daughter sadly. “I’m sorry Gina, I should have told you what the plan was so you didn’t feel left out.”
Immediately she lunged forward and fell into his arms hugging him as tightly as she could. “No, I’m sorry dad. I didn’t even think that you might not know how I’m feeling.”
“What do you say? My favorite girls in the entire galaxy and a nice meal?”
It was a sight to see, having Jim and Gina Kirk walk down the hallway with their arms wrapped around each other. And you knew, she would be a force to be reckoned with just like her dad.
