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Hey could i get a matchup? I am a Bisexual female with long hair and i am really short haha. My hobbys are singing,dancing, drawing and the worlds history. I am really insecure about myself that's why I hide my character to new people. I also love teasing quiet people xD it's funny to see their reactions ^^ Have a nice day :)

i haven’t been active on this blog in literal years but let me crawl out of my goblin hole to tell you that i think you and chekov would be super cute! he often spouts completely false facts about russian accomplishments and i think you guys bickering about russian history, and whether or not the russians actually invented the trebuchet, would be priceless. he’s kind of a goof, so i think that he’d like to dance with you, and your teasing would be endearing to him. <3

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This goes for this blog as well. Sorry all.

-Azure

Just To Let You Know

Hey, all. Not many people follow me and I know I haven’t been the most active, but I’m just going to let you guys know that I’m not going to be posting much in the near future.

Pretty recently I’ve started having issues with my anxiety, and it’s been affecting my health pretty badly. I have no appetite, I’m rapidly losing weight, and it’s hard for me to sleep.

I don’t know exactly what’s going on and honestly I’m pretty terrified, but I thought I’d let you guys know why I’m going to be disappearing— at least until I get this figured out.

I won’t be posting anymore, but if you want to talk to me I’ll still reply to messages.

-Azure

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Is it possible to get a matchup for aos? I’m very much an introvert. I like doing makeup, and I prefer wearing sweatpants and baggy shirts over short shorts and tight clothes. I love crocheting and cooking and like to sit in lowlight and read.

I ship you with Bones! You’re both calm and prefer more relaxing and low-stress activities. I think he’d vent to you a lot about stupid things his crewmates do and you’d sometimes just sit and read together.

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Hi, id like a matchup :). I talk a lot and I love meeting new people. I can be very stubborn, however I don’t like being mean unless I have to be. I’m always active, doing fun stuff; I can’t stand just sitting around and doing nothing. I’m going into the medical field. I push myself a lot, with hard classes and a full schedule, I can be reckless in a sense that I won’t rest even tho I know I need to. I play tennis, and I play the trombone, and I enjoy watching nerdy science videos. Thank you :)

I ship you with Chekov! I think he’d totally adore you and you’re both the kind of person who can’t seem to sit still. I think you’d give each other a lot of energy and have a lot of fun together.

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Do you have a master list

Unfortunately, I don’t. Most of my imagines are tagged, though, and there are tags that they all have in common. If you need any more help finding stuff feel free to message me!

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Hey again! I would really love it if you could do a matchup for me. I do a lot of student government and that kind of spills into my likes my dislikes, because I've realized that if there's one thing I hate with a passion, it's a bully. One of my priorities is standing up for people who can't stand up for themselves. I enjoy reading and writing, and my hobbies include drunk feminist rants, and watching Star Trek (obvs). I'm bisexual, so you can match me up with whomever you see fit! Thank you ♥️

I ship you with Uhura! I think you guys would get along very well. Nyota is very well informed and I think that you’d probably get into some very interesting conversations with each other! I think she’d admire your willingness to defend others!

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Hey there! Just wondering what we'd need to send you to get a matchup? Xx

Just send a quick description of yourself that includes like/dislikes, personality traits and hobbies! Make sure you include what gender you'd like to be matched with or if you don't care! Appearance doesn't really affect your result! ❤️

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Hi, do you also do Enterprise imagines? If you do how about one like this: The reader is in a relationship with Phlox but was trapped in the mirror-universe where he / she was tortured by his look alike. So Phlox wondering why the reader shows signs of PTSD near him and finally figuring it out and dealing with it. That would be great.

I do not write for Enterprise! I totally forgot about it when I was asked what I wrote for! I'm so sorry, that one's on me, love ❤️

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Heavy Hearts (Leonard McCoy x Reader)

A/N: I feel really bad for not posting at all so have some Bones angst I wrote ages ago! I posted this on Wattpad and Quotev back in the dark ages but no one read it so now you can have it! Sorry if there’s any mistakes that I missed when proof reading. I wrote this a long time ago and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a couple grammatical errors I missed. This was originally a song fic. Bonus points if someone can guess what angsty middle school song I based it on.

Warnings: Angst and blood

Your hands shook, one over your medical bag and the other over your phaser. It was cold, dark, and foggy on the Klingon dominated planet, and you were not in friendly territory. You wore the blue uniform of a medical officer, along with Dr. McCoy, Spock and the other male science officer in blue uniform. The landing group consisted of you, Bones, the Captain, Spock, the science officer, Chekov, and Uhura. The mission of said group was to infiltrate a Klingon base and rescue Starfleet hostages. Your breath was shaky, along with your slow movement down the damp soil of the hill you were descending. The entire atmosphere was eerie, and you wanted out, but you wouldn’t back down. As the group moved forward, Bones gave your hand a squeeze, and reassured you that it would be okay. It didn’t help much, but it was better than nothing. The entire trip to the target location was silent, aside from the slow and steady footsteps of your comrades. As the target location came into view you heard a voice in the distance. They said something in Klingon, and Uhura translated. “Check the perimeter, there are signs that someone is here.” Your eyes grew wide, and chills ran down your spine. They knew. It was over. The entire landing party stopped and waited, not daring to make a sound. Jim, Spock, and Bones made eye contact, and came to a silent agreement. Suddenly Bones grabbed you and Chekov by the arm, and Spock took hold of Uhura, while Captain Kirk pulled at the other science officer’s arm. Everyone knew better than to make any vocal noise, no matter how surprised. The three of them roughly guided you down into a small ditch. Mud was coated thick at the bottom, but now was not the time to complain, and camouflage might even be useful. The three of you were hunkered at the bottom, silent except for the shaky, nervous breathing that only made the tension worse. A steady rhythm beat into the dirt above your heads. Footsteps, loud and heavy, were coming your way. You clamped a hand over your mouth. You wanted to vomit. Your vision spun, the brown of the dirt was colliding with the gold, red, and blue of the uniforms, and the grey of the foggy sky tinted everything. Bones leaned over and planted a small kiss on your forehead, somehow managing to stay completely silent. More words in Klingon, but it was too dangerous to be translated aloud. Instead, Uhura made a slitting motion across her neck, mouthing the word: Move. There was no question as to what it meant. If you didn’t move you would die. You all looked to the Captain for an order. He pointed to his phaser, then made a shooting motion towards where the slowly nearing footsteps were coming from. He mouthed the words, and counted on his fingers. Three. Two. One. Now. The silence shattered like glass, as gunfire, well phaserfire, rang out all around. You hit the initial target, but waves of Klingons came pouring out. There were at least ten, heavily armed, and armored Klingons exchanging fire with you. The entire group was firing at the Klingons, but almost to no avail. Only two had even been knocked out, and another one had been hit in the arm. You kept firing, trying to accept the probable death that awaited you. After over ten minutes of open fire, the Klingons were all down, and by some miracle, none of you had died. You climbed out of the trench and opened your medical bag. You and Bones took care of the wounds that the others had sustained, working quickly so that the group could advance. You were treating Chekov’s leg when he pointed out the injury you had on your arm. “(Y/n), your arm is bleeding, are you okay?” Chekov asked, pointing at a spot on your lower left arm that was trickling blood. You hadn’t even noticed, but it hurt once you did. “Christ, (Y/n), you should have said something,” Bones said, finishing up on Spock, and hurrying over to you and taking your arm. At this point Jim would usually taunt or make fun of Bones for being a protective worry-wart, but the situation quickly drained the humor from those involved. As Bones finished and had treated your arm, you continued to tend to Chekov’s leg. Once you were done, everyone got up and began to walk again. The group had only gotten about 10 feet away when a phaserblast was heard. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. The blast rang out, and Bones reacted first, whipping around, and shooting the Klingon that had managed to get up and fire his weapon. But as this happened, you fell forward, propelled by a stinging force in the back. When Bones turned around the look on his face turned from relief to horror. You lay stomach-down on the muddy ground, the mud around you was painted red. It was a few seconds later when the pain finally hit you in waves. Your abdomen burned from the center out, every nerve in you body screaming for it to stop. You tried not to scream, and barely succeeded, only letting out one percussive cry of pain. “Oh God…” Uhura mumbled. Chekov’s hand went flying over his mouth, even Spock looked shocked, and the Captain was petrified. “(Y/N), please no,” Bones cried out, his eyes welling up with hot tears as he raced to your side. “You can’t do this to me,” he choked, his voice was cracking. He knelt down next to you and turned you face-up. “Bones, it hurts, it hurts so much,” you croaked out, barely above a whisper, tears of your own making unwelcome appearances. Neither of you knew what to do or say, and there was a short moment of agonizing silence. “I’m gonna die aren’t I?” “No! No, please don’t say that, you’re gonna come back with us. And-and I’m gonna take you to dinner like I promised. I’ll even let you pick, you just have to make it back.” Bones was on the verge of sobbing, his bloodied hands were pressed over your wound, trying to stop the blood that refused to quit flowing. He clawed through his medical bag every few seconds, as if there was some tool that could magically heal your wound. “I’m so cold. It’s really cold, Bones,” you muttered, your eyes started to feel heavy, but still pushed out more tears. “No, no, no, no,” Bones was breaking down. “Please don’t do this to me, you have to make it back. Damnit, don’t do this!” “You know that’s not happening. Just leave me here. You shouldn’t get killed on my account!” “No! We’re not leaving you, we are going to save you, just hold on,” Bones kept trying, but it was hopeless and he knew it. Every person standing around you was going through their own hell. Jim and Uhura were both weeping, Spock held Uhura in his arms, confused at the hot tears that were rolling down his cheeks, and Chekov held his head in his hands, trying to wake himself up. “C'mon, Bones, you–” you paused to cough weakly. “You know better than that.” Bones said nothing, but continued to sob. He removed his hand from your wound, and held your hand in his, his other one cupped your cheek. He didn’t know what to say. “Hey, Bones,” you asked, cringing from the pain that was slowly spreading out your abdomen. You could feel that you had less than a minute left. “Y-yeah?’ "I love you,” you murmured hoarsely, smiling at him weakly. “I-I love you too, so please don’t go,” he pleaded, now holding your hand to his eyes, crying into it. “S-See you later, Bones,” you whispered, your eyes slowly shut and you exhaled. The last thing you saw clearly was his agonized face, and then it was gold, red, blue, and grey blurs. You were gone.         “(Y/N), no, you’re gonna wake up, damnit!” Bones was a mess at this point. His arms were soaked in your blood, and his face in tears. “Bones, we have to go,” Jim said, wiping his eyes, he had to save the tears for later. “We can’t be caught here, and the instructions for the admiral state that if a crew member is lost a mission is aborted.” “Yeah,” Bones agreed hesitantly, tearing himself away from your corpse. The walk back to the rendezvous point was painfully silent, the sounds besides footsteps in the thick mud were whimpers and quiet sobs. When they reached it, the silence was finally broken. “Sulu, beam us up,” Kirk said solemnly into his communicator. As the golden rays of the teleportation system enveloped them, Bones realized that he could have taken your body with him. It was too late now, because the golden, glowing particles dispersed and they were on the pristine, white transporter pads of the Enterprise. Sulu game running in to greet them, along with Scotty. None of the landing party made a move to step off of the transporter pads except for the science officer that you hadn’t known. He stepped off and left, head hung low. They all stared at the ground, shell-shocked and solemn, tears still fresh on their faces. “Captain? W-Where is (Y/N)?” Sulu asked, darker undertones in is voice, already putting the pieces together. “Medical Officer (Y/N) (L/N), aged 26, w-was lost on hostile Klingon territory,” Kirk choked out. “(Y/N) is gone?” Scotty asked softly. Bones had his head in one hand, his other arm was crossed over his chest. Stifled sobs racked his body. “No. Oh God, please no,” Sulu clamped a hand to his mouth. He felt like throwing up. You had been his best friend and now it felt as if you’d vanished. 

After what felt like a painful eternity, the crowd in the teleportation room dissipated, and everyone parted ways to face their grief. When Bones got back to his quarters he sat at his desk in silence, anger and sorrow welling up inside him until it all violently exploded. He let out a loud cry, and kicked his desk over. He threw paintings off his walls, letting out screams and yells the whole time. The only objects left untouched were the framed photos of you and him sitting on his bookshelf. He clawed desperately at the items on his desk, ravaging it until it was nothing but shattered glass and scattered paper. He stopped when his vocal chords couldn’t make anymore sound and there was nothing left to throw or kick. He dropped to his knees in the middle of the floor and wept. He slumped onto the ground in utter defeat. His shaking form lay amidst shattered glass, torn paper, scattered books and splintered wood. He fell asleep weeping, still curled into a ball on the floor. He prayed that when he woke up you would be there to greet him. 

- Kirk sat at his desk, staring at the same sheet of paper that he had been staring at for the past two hours. His quivering hand held a pen just over the bottom line. He couldn’t bring to sign the document that confirmed your death. The document that would tell the federation to find an officer that would replace you. He had a death-grip on the pen, not putting it down, but not signing the document either. For what seemed like an hour, he sat, staring at the slip of paper, until he slowly forced himself to scrawl his name on the document. Now had to make himself actually send it. Uhura couldn’t eat, and Spock wondered why he was so distracted when he tried to do his job, and why there were tears forming in his eyes for no logical reason. The ship went from a warm home to a reminder. A reminder that they had all lost someone and that they could never have them back. 

- Bones woke up in his bed, a warm presence next to him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. His quarters were clean, and nothing was broken. There was a lump next to him in the sheets. He noticed (h/c) hair poking softly out of the covers. No way. Could that have been a dream? More like a nightmare. He got up, knowing better than to wake you up, then changed into his uniform. As he went out into the halls, his thoughts were still on the all-too-vivid dream he had just had. Kirk greeted him with his signature smirk. “Morning, Bones,” he greeted. “Hey, Jim,” Bones sighed, as they walked to the recreation room to get breakfast. Bones sipped on his coffee, talking with Jim about the new recruits that would be joining the crew next month. The dream still haunted him, floating in the back of his head since he woke up. “To be honest, I’m not exactly excited to have to train a bunch of rookies into medical officers, but I’m not too keen on being fired from my position either,” Bones said. “Yeah, Spock is pretty annoyed by it too, but he won’t let anyone hear him say it. Apparently irritation is illogical,” Jim returned. “But, hey, a ship has to have a crew.” “I guess, but if my lab gets fucked up by any of those cadets I’m gonna kill ‘em,” Bones grumbled, taking another sip of coffee. After breakfast with Jim, Bones went back to his office to make preparations for the shipment of recruits. Strange. You weren’t at your station. Maybe you were helping Spock in the science department. Bones went through his day, growing more and more worried. He hadn’t seen you all day, and he was beginning to suspect something was up. On his way back to his quarters he heard a voice, that started out as a whisper in his head. “Bones?” He shook his head, assuming he was just tired. Further down the hallway, it came again. "Bones! Let me in!“ It sounded like the Jim. That was odd. At this point, Bones really should have gone back to the medical office and checked his head for trauma. Too bad he didn’t. The voice grew painfully loud. "Bones, I will force this door to open!” Bones proceeded down the hallway as fast as he could. “Bones, come on, you’ve gotta be okay.” Of course he was okay. Why wouldn’t he be okay? He was a high ranking officer aboard the finest vessel in the fleet. Not to mention he had an awesome girlfriend that he hadn’t seen all day. “Shit! Bones, come on!” A flash of white overtook Bones’ vision. Once it cleared he saw his surroundings. He was lying on the floor of his quarters, with loose papers, fragments of wood, wrecked furniture, and stray books all across the floor. The captain stood over him. He lay confused until reality retook his senses and he felt the dried tears on his face. You were gone.

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For the picture mash up thing. I’m nineteen, and generally quite awkward and nervous due to really bad anxiety. I’m also a serious introvert, I’m more likely to stay at home with a good book than go out anywhere, but I do like quiet nights in or even days out with people I’m close to and feel comfortable around. I’m creative and also enjoy learning and memorising random facts just so that I know more and dancing around the kitchen in my PJs to terrible music. Hope that’s okay (and not too much 😨)

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Honestly you’re adorable and I ship you with Chekov! You guys would be super cute!

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i’m forever waiting for “what branch of starfleet are you” to reach “what’s your hogwarts house?” level of mainstream

reblog and put in the tags what your starfleet branch is and your dream job, it’s for science

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Do you only do the original series or also tng or voyager? :)

I do any Star Trek character aside from characters from Voyager! (I'm sorry I haven't seen it enough to be comfortable writing it)

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53. Do you like rain?

yep!

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65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?

I took some cute photos with my friends?

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94. Are you single or in a relationship? :)

Single unfortunately!

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For picture ships, do you mean oc picture or of us irl? I'm a tad confused.

Either is okay but I had intended for it to be of you!