#I’m leaning a little towards Star Trek though sorry doctor who

[seph-on-an-irrational-planet]

Doctor Who’s Heaven Sent “grief is punching a hole in a diamond wall in a time loop for 4.5 billion years” vs Star Trek: Deep Space Nine’s Emissary “grief is never leaving that singular moment for so long nonlinear aliens can’t comprehend you live in linear time”

FIGHT

[nurse-buckley]

I’m Fine

Fandom: Star Trek Word Count: 1,515 Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader Warnings: Minor mentions of death. Mentions of blood and injury.  Tagslist: @firemedicdiaz @fireladybuckley @pupandangelscoffee @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @evanbuckos @gigglyparker  Thank you to my amazing beta @evanbuckos​ Request from @moose-on-the-l00se I am so sorry it took so long my love.  You are on an away mission and as ever and much to Leonard’s dismay, you always put others before yourself. 

You’d decided to go on the away mission as the crew’s medic instead of Leonard. He’d been apprehensive at first, but you both knew he had charting to catch up on and the last of a few yearly medicals he had to get through. Putting them off any longer would only put him further behind. 

You weren’t expecting to end up being one of the casualties yourself, as an explosion knocked you off of your feet, sending you and your crew flying backwards against the blast. You were briefly knocked unconscious, your ears rang as you came back to your senses. You felt a pounding sensation in your head, you reached up, hissing as your palm was met with blood that dripped from the wound that had appeared there. 

You lay still for a moment; you moved each limb one at a time, checking yourself for injury. Happy that your limbs were all intact, you sat up slowly, but were stopped by a sudden shooting pain that radiated from your side. You looked down to see a piece of shrapnel that protruded from your side. 

Another crew member rushed to your side, but stopped short when they saw the metal sticking out from you. Their hands shook as they hovered over your wounded side as they looked at you for confirmation on what to do. 

“Go into my kit, grab a pack of gauze and the medical tape,” you ordered them. 

They did as you said, placing the items you had requested beside you. Their eyes widened in shock as you gripped your hand tightly around the shrapnel and pulled with a cry of pain. You took the gauze from the other crew member and secured it tightly to your side with a few pieces of tape. 

Leonard was finishing up with an ensign’s medical when a siren blared through the medbay, followed by the captain’s voice over the ship's intercom. “Prepare for incoming trauma. Number of casualties unknown. Doctor McCoy, report to the transporter deck.”  

The doctor’s blood ran cold at the transmission. He knew something had gone wrong with the mission you’d attended. Leonard turned to his nurse in charge, Christine, ordering her to discharge any non-critical patients and clear any non-emergent surgeries planned for the day. Leonard grabbed a trauma bag, and headed to the transporter room for further orders from his captain. 

He met the captain in the transporter room, who immediately began to run him down on the situation. The away mission had been a trap, what was supposed to be peace talks, turning into something quite the opposite. An explosion had been set off, causing mass casualties. Leonard’s blood ran cold at Kirk’s brief, his blood running cold at the thought of you being one of the injured, or worse; one of the many he knew he wouldn’t be able to save today. 

Pushing back the fears running through his mind, Leonard made his way onto the transporter deck. With one last ‘good luck’ from the captain, him and a few other crew members; various medics and members of security were encircled with golden swirls as they materialised down to the planet below. 

When the group arrived, they were met with chaos. Screams of agony and distress could be heard from every direction. Crew members with various degrees of injury, some more serious than others. Leonard, however, was only focussed on one thing in that moment; finding you. His eyes scanned the unmoving bodies on the floor. Finally, he heard your voice; loud and commanding. He saw you, bloodied wound on your head, in the middle of treating a civilian. 

The doctor had to stop himself from running to your side. He had his own mission, and patients to tend to. You were alive, and breathing; and for now, that had to be enough for him. He’d tend to you when you were back on the ship, safe and sound in your shared quarters. With that, he busied himself, triaging patients. Labelling those he couldn’t save with a black tag and using the traffic light system to tag those more serious to the walking wounded. 

You found yourself back to back with him at various points as your paths crossed while treating the wounded crew members and civilians. 

“You okay, darlin’?” he asked from your side. 

You nod, “I’m good.” You know that was a lie, but there were still casualties to see to. 

It took another hour and a half for you, Leonard and the other crew members to triage and transport people back to the enterprise. The trauma beds quickly filled up and the surgery list doubled to what it was earlier that morning. 

Leonard took you aside as soon as you were back on the enterprise. Setting you on a spare chair, you protest against him, trying to get up from the seat, knowing you were needed elsewhere. But he pushed you back down with a gentle hand to your shoulder. 

“I’m fine Leonard, really,” you insisted. 

“I know you are darlin’, humour me though.” He gave you a look, knowing arguing would be futile. 

He gathered a few supplies from a cart nearby, tearing open a pack of gauze and vial of saline to clean the wound on your forehead. He gently cleaned the wound, wincing every time you hissed as if the action were hurting himself, not wanting to see you in pain, let alone being the one to cause it. Once satisfied you didn’t need sutures, he taped a piece of gauze to the wound and placed a gentle kiss atop of the bandage. You pushed him away with a smile, loving how soft he was with you but also knowing that you really did have to get back to work. 

You could feel yourself growing weaker throughout the shift, the adrenaline had slowly been wearing off as the patients you were seeing were either discharged or admitted for a longer stay or surgery. 

Unbeknownst to you, Leonard had been watching you closely, not being happy with your condition earlier but knowing he wouldn’t have been able to stop you from helping the others. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t handle the onslaught of patients without another doctor with him. 

You saw him from the corner of your eye as he made his way towards you. He placed gentle hands around the tops of your arms, pulling you aside as he excused you from the patient you were currently dealing with, handing them over to a nurse. He held you at arms length, taking in your slightly pale appearance, noticing the light sheen of sweat that formed over your brow. 

“You sure you’re feeling okay darlin’, I really would prefer it if you let me check you over.” 

“I’m fine Leonard, nothing a good shower, dinner and rest won’t cure when we get out of here.” 

He made a non-commital noise, trusting you that if something were wrong you’d tell him. He pulled you in for a hug, not missing how your body stiffened against him. He held you at arms length, his eyebrow quirking up in that inquisitive look of his you loved so much. It’s then he noticed the small stain of blood, seeping through the blue of your uniform. 

“You’re bleeding,” he stated. 

You placed a hand to your side, sucking in a breath through gritted teeth as pain flared through your side. As you pulled your hand away, you noticed your palm covered in the slick wet blood that had seemingly seeped through the dressing you’d placed earlier, as well as the fabric of your tunic. 

“Oh…” is all you managed before you felt the energy drain from your body and fell into Leonards solid body, comforting and warm as he gently lowered you to the ground. You vaguely heard the commotion around you as Leonard called for a gurney and felt yourself being lifted before the comforting darkness invited you into its embrace. 

When you came to, the pain you were feeling before was gone, replaced by a numb and tingly feeling where the wound had been before. You felt the warmth of someone else's hand in your own holding on tight, as if they let go, you’d disappear. Opening your eyes, you were met with Leonard’s concerned gaze, his eyes locked on your face. 

“How’re you feeling?” 

“A little sore and tired, but I’m-” 

“If you say ‘I’m fine’ one more time, I swear,” he chuckled, but the smile didn’t quite meet his eyes. “How many times do I need to remind you that you need to look after yourself if you want to look after others,” he sighed. 

You settled deeper into the pillow, the drugs Leonard had given you keeping you pain free and sleepy. “I’m sorry,” you sighed. 

Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, not covered by a bandage. “What am I going to do with you?” He asked, as you fought sleep. “Doesn’t matter, rest now. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

[nerdyfangirl67]

Through the Night - Criminal Minds Imagine

Pairing: Hotch x reader

Warning: language, intense torture, inflicted pain, violence, anxiety, 

Word count: 2,300

Imagine being taken by an unsub and Hotch finding you and not wanting to leave your side.

You weren’t really sure if you were conscious or not. The lack of sight and sound made you believe not, but the intense pain coursing through your body told you otherwise. Your thoughts were fuzzy, making it hard to think. You tried several times to get up but something was holding you down. And you could easily feel the gag in your mouth, preventing you from making any sound.

Nothing. Nothing happened for a long time. The inability to use most of your senses was preventing you from figuring out anything about where you were. After experiencing intense feelings of anger, fear, and frustration, all you felt now was tired.

You may have fallen asleep because you were jerked out of your sensory deprivation by a sudden light. Pain erupted in your head and you blinked your eyes closed at the searing, white intensity.

A hand hit your face, hard. “Open your damn eyes.” The voice was deep and gravelly.

You forced your eyes open and you took in the man before you. It was definitely the unsub of the case you and the team were working. His brown eyes, unfocused and crazed, were studying you. His black hair was unkempt and he was sporting a beard, albeit one only a few days old. He smiled at you, a wild gleam in his eyes as he removed your gag.

“Tell me about your team.” He demanded forcibly. You remained silent, refusing to share anything about those you considered your family. He slapped you again, causing your head to spin and fog up your thoughts. You clenched your jaw tight and said nothing. You were going to suppress the pain for as long as possible, to keep from giving the unsub the satisfaction of hearing you scream.

“Okay, if that is how you want to play it. I sure have a few tools I have been wanting to try out.” He disappeared out of sight. You used that moment to try and remember what happened and if your team knew where you were. Try as you may, you couldn’t recall much of anything.

The unsub, whose name was John or James or something fairly similar, strolled easily back into the room, carrying a large toolbox with him. You squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to watch as he pulled out the tool that would undoubtedly inflict a lot of pain on you.

“Last chance missy. You could save yourself a lot of pain.” He said sadistically.

You opened your mouth as if to speak, waiting for him to lean in before spitting in his face. His features were quickly marred as signs of intense anger overtook his face.

He grabbed a pair of needle-nose pliers, moving quickly towards your hand. You tightened your hand up in a fist but swiftly relaxed it as he slammed the pliers down on your hand. You closed your eyes and turned your head away. A horrific, burning pain exploded from your fingers. You didn’t have to see what he was doing to know he was violently removing your fingernails. It wasn’t long before you were screaming out in pain.

He didn’t stop there though. He replaced his pliers with a new tool, one you quickly learned was a hammer, and turned his attention to your other hand. He put the time in making sure that each of your fingers was broken before bringing the hammer down hard on the back of your hand.

You passed out from the pain shortly after that, drifting in and out of consciousness. Sometimes he would bring you back with a bucket of cold water thrown in your face and others he would leave you be. Each time he demanded the same thing, “Tell me about your team.” You never said a word, the only vocalization you made were the screams of agony and whimpers of pain.

You couldn’t guess how long you had been there, tied to a chair, but you knew it wouldn’t be much longer. Either the team would find you or you would die, simple as that.

You didn’t have much left in you to fight and the only thing keeping you from giving up was the fact that you never told Aaron how you felt about him. After years of loving him silently, you had been ready to tell him. And you didn’t want to go, not knowing if there had been a future for the two of you.

A commotion sounded upstairs, followed quickly by a gunshot. Fear took hold and you tried desperately to free yourself of the gag in your mouth, the one the unsub replaced every time he finished with you. You were unsuccessful in your attempts to remove it and knew that all you could do was wait.

Heavy black boots appeared on the steps, followed quickly by a pair of jean-clad legs, a muscular torso, and finally a face. You cried out, as best you could, in relief and exhaustion when you saw it was Morgan. He was followed by Reid and Rossi. Morgan continued to clear the room, a basement of some sort, as Reid and Rossi moved straight towards you. You relaxed just knowing it was them.

They quickly removed the gag and restraints; the entire time Reid spoke softly to you. Morgan, who had moved over to you, must have sensed your fatigue and pain because he gently said “Baby girl, I’m gonna pick you up” before slowly sweeping you into his arms. Pain exploded from many different places in your body and you were unable to suppress a cry.

You don’t remember much after that. A short moment in the ambulance of a familiar face leaning towards you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, a brief flash of being surrounded by doctors in a bright room, and then darkness.

The darkness was soothing, gentle, and quiet. You were comfortable staying there for a long time. It was only when a nagging sound and returning feelings in your body overtook the sweet darkness that you realized you were indeed alive. Several times you had been aware of your surroundings, of JJ talking rapidly on the phone, of Reid reading out loud, of Morgan chattering loudly, of Garcia telling you all about her day, but most importantly of Aaron talking, telling you about little, unimportant things and about how sorry he was.

Finally, after what felt like ages, you were able to pull yourself away from the darkness. It was quiet and the only thing you felt was someone holding your hand. You opened your eyes and was greeted with semi-darkness. You turned slightly to the right and noticed Aaron was holding your hand. He was leaning back in one of the hospital chairs, legs sprawled out in front of him and head resting in a very uncomfortable looking position.

“Aaron?” You croaked, unsure if he was asleep or not. Not a second after you had pathetically uttered his name, was he up and leaning towards you.

His face lit up with a smile, seeing you were awake. He grabbed a cup that had been sitting beside the bed and helped you hold the cup as you greedily drank the water.

“How’s your pain?” Aaron asked after you had settled back down into the pillows.

“I’ve definitely felt better, that’s for sure.” You whispered, already tired from the effort it had taken to get a drink.

Aaron immediately pressed the call button and a nurse ran in, checking your IV and administering some pain meds before flitting back out of the room. Soon you were pulled back into your drugged darkness.

Days passed in a similar fashion. Most of the time Aaron was at your side. There were a few times that Morgan or Rossi had been beside you when you had awakened. Eventually, you found out the extent of your injuries, but not from Aaron. He had refused to tell you anything about the unsub that had taken you or what they could piece together about what happened.

You learned that you had some brain swelling, bad enough that it required surgery. One of your hand was so badly broken that it needed reconstructive surgery once the swelling receded, you had a few broken ribs and there were even a few burns littering your body. Aside from these injuries, your body was also covered in bruises and welts.

You had trouble sleeping, which led to Aaron spending many a night in the uncomfortable hospital chair, gripping your hand and talking to you. There were even times when you just laid in the hospital bed, listening to Aaron talk.

It was a month before the hospital felt that you were well enough to leave, but they strongly suggested you stay with someone for another month at least. This bit of information threw you for a loop because you were alone in DC. Both your parents had passed years ago and the only living relative you knew of, an aunt in California, was in a retirement facility.

Each one of the team members jumped at the chance to stay with you. Penelope was thrilled at the idea of having a month-long sleepover, Reid wanted to “educate you” in the ways of Star Trek and classic literature, Rossi wanted to use you a guinea pig for his recipes, and Morgan wanted someone who would jam to his beats, and maybe even play a video game or two with him. Seeing how excited the team was to be there for you made your heart squeeze painfully at the thought of how close you had gotten to losing them.

You couldn’t say no to any of them and was ready to just suggest a rotating schedule when Aaron spoke up. “She is staying with me.” He said it with such finality that no one questioned him. You had looked at him questioningly but hadn’t argued.

It was less than an hour later that you found yourself staring at the front door to Aaron’s apartment.

“Are you sure you want me in your space? I mean, I’m sure Penelope would be fine with staying over.” You really doubted that Aaron would feel comfortable with you in his private space. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He replied, staring deep into your Y/E/C eyes. You felt a blush bloom on your face, and had glanced down at your feet in embarrassment.

A hand tilted your face up again. “Really Y/N. I want you here.” He spoke softly, a thumb gently moving back and forth along your jaw.

The door flew open, and Aaron jerked his hand away from your face. Jack stood in front of you both, beaming up at you.

“Hi Y/N. I’m so excited you are here. Want to come to see my legos?” His brimming excitement pulled a laugh from your chest. You walked with Jack to his room, letting him tell you all about his legos.

The rest of the day passed swiftly after that. Aaron had shown you to his guest room and had helped you put away some of your things. You hadn’t worried about sleep until you had gone to your bedroom for the evening.

Once you were alone, laying on your bed, you felt crushing anxiety grip your chest. You had left the lamp on alongside your bed but was freaked out enough to carry a blanket and pillow away from the bed, which was alongside the window, to the other side of the room. You couldn’t remember much of what happened, for that you were grateful, but being alone since leaving the hospital had become something you dreaded. You knew Aaron would help you if you asked but he had already been with you through so much, giving up much of his time to be with you. You tried to get comfortable and even fell into a fitful sleep. You were awoken a while later to hand on your shoulder, to which you screamed and kicked forward repeatedly.

Aaron’s soothing voice reached your ears. “Hey, hey. It’s just me, Aaron. You’re okay Y/N. You’re okay.” You took a deep breath, your wide eyes finding Aaron’s. A whimper escaped your lips and Aaron was pulling you into a hug. You let go, crying into his shoulder as he whispered into your ear.

After a while you managed to calm down, taking a deep breath and leaning back from Aaron’s chest. “I’m sorry.” You murmured, your gaze now on your lap. Aaron gently guided your face until you were looking at him again.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He whispered. “I came in here because you sounded upset like you were having a nightmare.” “Aaron, I…” You paused trying to find the words, looking deep into his warm brown eyes. “I want to thank you for everything you have done for me.” He started to speak but you placed a soft finger over his lips.

“I don’t remember much about what happened, but I do remember that the only thing that kept me going, when I felt like giving up, was knowing that I needed to come back to you. I needed to tell you… I needed to tell you that I love you.” You had somehow found the courage to tell him the secret you had been keeping for months, years even.

You watched as shock crossed his face, and then happiness take over. He pulled you close again, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I love you too Y/N. I love you too.”

You knew you had a long way to go before you ever felt normal again, but knowing that Aaron would be by your side through it all made you believe you could do it.

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I think you. should ask Janus to "slither" over to your house! But also give him options! Like, "would you like to join me for dinner at my house? Or do you prefer to just go on a walk? How about we go to a fancy restaurant~ My treat~. Or maybe just enjoy each other's company at a park? You don't have to of course!"

(Words: 2095)

Logan: "Ah yes wonderful tactics stranger! This will surely be useless in my upcoming attempt!"

It was nearing the end of the day. Janus was closing up. Meanwhile Logan was trying to calm his nerves by reminding himself that he was objectivly very cool. He had on one of his best sweaters to look extra good (it had the tardis on it!).

"Alright. Looks like we can go home and have an existential crisis about the passage of time" Janus said motioning towards the exit.

Logan took a deep breathe before grabbing onto the sleeve of his crush' shirt "Please wait just a moment. How long have we known each other?"

"I guess since I started working here...so around 6 months? Please don't tell me you’re quitting! Work would just become soooo much more enjoyable"

"I was actually wondering if you mayhaps would like to accompany me on a so called 'hang out' during our leisure time...Today...Or some other day! If you want to! You don't have t-"

"No! No I would hate to!- Love! I mean I would love to!" Janus couldn't stop himself from grinning.

Logan flapped his hands in happiness "Good! So would you maybe like to go to the park nearby or-"

"No! Yes! Yes!"

"Great!"

Logan walked out of the library and held the door open for Janus. After quickly locking they walked towards the park. It was a simple small one. Just some trees, lots of grass, lots of people smoking grass, a pond, angry ducks, even angrier swans and exactly 1 ice cream shop.

All Logan wanted to do was take his crush' hand. It would be hard to do even if he tried to because Janus was constantly fiddling with his gloves. He was barely even looking at where he was walking.

"....I'm sorry for the weird way I talk sometimes" Janus quietly confessed "With the backwards talk. I kind of lie when I get nervous? I think?"

"Oh I know" Logan replied.

"You kNOw?" Janus' voice went up a tone.

"It is very noticeable but it is also quite charming if I may say so myself" It took a moment before he carefully added "Besides I have read that compulsive lying and also vitiligo can come from great stress or bad...events so even if I did not find it charming I wouldn't hold it against you either"

A small smile played on the edges of Janus' lips "Thanks"

"No need"

He took an impressively deep breathe before he stopped in the middle of the road and dramatically grabbed onto both of Logan's shoulders to stop him. He stood on his toes to make himself taller and stared into his love's eyes.

"I do not think you are also charming at all!!!" Janus very loudly announced.

Logan let up into a chuckle. He forced himself to keep eye contact "Well thank you"

Janus let go of him and kept walking very very quickly to try and distract from his red cheeks and heavy breathing. That was flirting right??? He had flirted??? He had done it??? He'd flirted??? The little voice in his head that he was starting to think was his self confidence trying to break through to him would be so proud!!!

“So would you perhaps like an ice cream in these trying times?” Logan asked. He was walking with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Oh right I would definitely love something high calorie that would just make me even more gross”

“Somehow your thick layer of sarcasm was the part of that sentence with the least falsehood in it. We can share one? Or if you get uncomfortable eating desserts in front of other people we don’t have-”

“SNAKE!” Janus interrupted him. 

He ran out into the grass of the park and hunched down to gently pick up a slippery snake. It was small enough to keep in one hand. He was repeatedly hitting his other arm against his leg and putting his fingers in uncomfortable positions.

Logan happily sat down next to him. Janus ungraciously shoved the snake right up near his face.

“It’s a baby northern watersnake! It’s not venomous I promise. It hunts fishes in the water. Isn’t that cool? It’s also one of the few species that doesn’t lay eggs! It can even put out musk to protect itself!! It’s so-”

He realized how much he was ranting and immediately forced himself to stop. He stopped his arm as well. He was so annoying.

“I apologize. Sometimes I just run my mouth and I do these stupid motions”

Logan boped his nose “The only stupid thing about that is you assuming I wouldn’t want to hear you rant. Or see you....stim...? I literally flapped my hands 5 minutes ago. I do not judge”

Janus shrugged at the stim question “My mother did always say that my father has adhd but that was in an insulting way. When I have done research on adhd I relate to a lot of it but it’s not like I have a diagnosis or anything”

“Bitchass mother” Logan mumbled under his breathe “I do not have diagnosed autism either but I do still now I have it.....Besides....Not to brag but I have both a deegre in both psychology and medicine so I can basically diagnose myself anyway”

Jan was already too overwhlemed to ask how the hell he had had the time for 2 bachelors deegre only to end up at a library.

“Anyhow we don’t have to talk about psychology...now...............maybe one day though” Logan did a little robotic evil laugh “For now maybe you can infodump about that snake, then we can get a shared ice cream and then I can infodump about glorious star trek. How’s that for a plan?”

His crush took a deep breathe before nodding. He stood up and cupped the snake in his hands. “You want to go to the pond don’t you little guy? Want to hunt and murder a few fishes don’t you?”

He turned to Logan and shuly said a few more facts while they went to the pond. He patted the snake on it’s head before carefully setting it down among the plants at the water’s edge.

The friends sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the snake as it looked for prey. (Though Logan spent most of the time adoring Janus’).

When the snake caught a small fish and swallowed it whole Janus broke out in happy flaps. He let out a happy squeal while pointing at it. Logan nodded back at him. He mimicked his flapping. 

He’d never seen Janus’ smile that brightly. Logan took his hand. Intertwining their fingers. They stimmed together until Lo pulled in his hand making his crush stumble into him. 

Jan sat with his head leaned against his chest. He looked up at Logan with blushing red cheeks. He forced himself to move back even if he didn’t want to.

“Sorry”

“No need” The nerd assured.

He stood up and held out his hand to help Janus up. They didn’t let go of each other’s hands as they walked towards the ice cream shop.

“To piss off homophobes” Janus lied up the explanation while motioning for their hand holding.

“Of course”

They ordered a scoop of lemon ice cream and sat down by the tables outside. Janus had taken off his gloves.  Their hands laid on top of each other. 

“Do you also have that experience where” Logan stopped to take a bite of ice cream “You categorize your life into what you were hyperfixated on at the time? For example I remember that when I met Patty I was into Doctor Who and right before then I was enjoying Sherlock Holmes”

Janus shrugged. He didn’t want to say that he had a hard time even remembering most of his life clearly “I can see the Doctor influence” He nodded towards his tardis sweater.

Logan’s eyes lit up “Oh have you seen it??? The ninth and fifth doctors are my favorite! Though as a bi man I can not ignore David Tennants’ everything”

“I have seen exactly 0″ 

“Well that is not a problem that can not be fixed! When I met Patty she hadn’t either- maybe because we were 12- but I show-”

Janus choked on his ice cream “12? Oh wow. For some reason I had assumed you were older”

“Oh no. She moved towns and started in my class. It was almost love at first sight. I stole flowers from my neighbor and invited her to see the movie everyone in town was talking about....Kung fu panda”

He broke out into a laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me Janny! It was an incredibly tactical decision. You see I knew she liked animals and the kung fu panda is a panda”

Janus doubled over the table while continuing to laugh “Me throwing popcorn at myself during my first hangout almost seems cool in conparison”

“Popcorn is usually hot. Not cooled down” Logan corrected. “Though to be honest the start of our relationship was sort of what you can call a ‘mess’ since as you already know both of us were foolish enough to think Patty was a guy. So suddenly I had to come to terms with liking guys. Until she told me she was a girl. So then I was straight. Until I met Thomas but that is a whole different story. It was like some people say a rollercoaster”

“Am I rude for finding that funny?”

“Yes incredibly and frankly you should be dragged to the guillotines right now”

Janus leaned closer to him with a sly smile on his face “Aw ~darling~ I didn’t know you could be sassy”

Logan did his best to hide how the nearly choked on his own spit “Yes I can indeed be if I want to. Just like how I have been able to have adequate facial expressions and voice tones and also eye contact during our whole hangout. Normally I only have a lot of expressions and tones if I am talking about hyperfixations or my wife”

“You don’t have to do that around me”

“Really? It does take a lot of energy to try and appear ‘normal’ but I was afraid of coming across as rude”

“Darling I find you lovely either way” Janus was going to pour up the biggest glass of fucking wine when he got home. He was a flirting machine!

“Oh okay” Logan relaxed his shoulders and started looking at a point right next to his shoulder instead of at his eyes. “Want to hear about Star trek the next generation? It’s the one with Data in it”

Janus squeezed his hand “I definitely have a very good idea about who that person is. Yes please tell me”

Logan went on a very very long infodump which Janus happily listened to (and did his best to reply to even though he didn’t know much). He was sure he would never get tired of hearing him talk. The ice cream nearly melted because they were both too busy with what he had to say.

“-And that is why the poetry actually have significance” Logan concluded after nearly half an hour.

“Well that sure sounds like an interesting series”

“I can show you it? Soon? I have it all on dvd”

“It’s a date- I uh I mean like planned thing not like romantic I mean-” Janus babbled out.

“I am aware of what you meant” He checked his watch “It is probably a good time for me to depart. It’s my turn on laundry today. I will get to categorize socks!”

“Wow. Sounds like a party”

Logan excitedly nodded. He stood up. Janus did as well. They looked down at their still connected hands. Jan was about to let go and simply leave but to his surprise Logan pulled him into a hug.

He leaned down and moved his arms around Janus’ waist. In return Jan quickly stood up on his toes and buried his head into his love’s shoulder. He breathed in his scent. Coffee and strawberry jam. He closed his eyes, taking in the moment.

“Janus, You are so special to me” Logan murmured while holding onto him as hard as he could.

“I- I love- I love being around you” He whispered back. Too afraid to say the truth.

Logan tried to memorise the way it felt to have him this close before letting go and taking a step back “Well I will see you tomorrow then”

“Can’t wait!”

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Pseudo Princess Pt.10

Kindred Spirit

10/19/2019

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader          Word Count: 5,960

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, language, yummy Thor

A/N: Okay, as I said before, I’m a little sick right now so I didn’t go back to edit almost at all. Please excuse the mistakes. I will come back and edit at some point but I’m just so unfocused right now. Hopefully this makes sense. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

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Day 3

“-well, and I’m not sure what to do with you. If I were a good friend, I would take you back. I’m sure Steve is missing his wife.”

You’re groggy, weak. Your head aches! Your stomach really hurts too. It groans loudly with the smell of freshly cooked rabbit. The burn of black oak saturates the air but through it cuts a small hint of charge. Like the few moments after a lightning strike.

“Why would his wife run away?” The voice ponders, paying you no mind as you groan. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you weren’t happy. No one who’s happy runs away from home.”

What is he babbling about?

“Are you finally waking up little bird?” He asks, his voice is rich. Not just deep.

Even though he’s clearly sitting a bit of distance away from you, you can feel his tone in your chest.

You look around, focusing on the spot you’re lying in and see you’ve been wrapped in a bright red cloak. Your head is resting on a small bag stuffed with something lumpy but soft.

The sky is purple, shifting into velvet black. Had you slept the day away?

“Are you hungry?” The stranger asks.

At the question you look at him and find him bathed in firelight. He’s still as beautiful as the first moment you saw him and you’re slightly shocked to find that you hadn’t dreamt him up.

Your head is only slightly clearer. You need food and water.

“Here.” He holds out a large leaf with small pieces of freshly roasted rabbit meat.

The smell is intoxicating, and your stomach reaches out and takes the food.

“Eat it slowly. If you haven’t eaten in a while you may-”

You scarf down the last piece. Swallow, then hold out the leaf, eyes pleading for more.

“-make yourself…sick…more?” He checks.

You nod, then wait as he places a few more pieces on the leaf.

“In half an hour I will give you more.” He says, but you’re so busy eating that you don’t care.

“Why are you here? Did you really run away from Steve?” He wonders.

You swallow, licking your fingers as you finish another piece.

“How do you know his Majesty? Why does everyone call him by his first name?” You ask, upset.

So many secrets. Or…really just one. But it’s big enough!

“Oh.” The stranger says, blinks in surprise, then clears his throat. “Forgive me. My name is Thor. Son of-”

“Son of Odin.” You say slowly, mouth dropping open in awe. “You’re an Asgardian. A King. The God of Thunder.”

“You’ve heard of me!” Thor says excitedly, smiling wide, eyes crinkling at the corners.

You nod slowly as he reaches between his legs and produces a fancy looking waterskin. It’s big and it sloshes, wet and tempting.

He holds it out to you and this time you crawl closer to close some distance, moving to sit beside him as you throw the cap open and take a long drink.

You immediately spit it out, coughing loudly as you hack against the bitter flavor. It hits the back of your throat and you taste barley and honey, but you can’t get past the sharp bite to appreciate the flavor.

You’re too busy coughing, passing the skin back to Thor as he chuckles and takes it.

“Oh. That must be the beer.” He says, humor in his tenor. “Here. This one is the water.”

He holds out a second waterskin, just as large, just as slushy and you uncap it but take a careful sniff before you drink.

Thor laughs again. “I’m sorry, little bird. I really didn’t mean to hand you the wrong one. But this will make Sif happy. She’ll be happy to know that her beer is mighty.”

You drink water until your stomach hurts. You outright refuse to hand the skin back to Thor and instead hold it on your lap, staring at the dancing flames of his campfire.

“Do you feel a little better?” He asks.

“Yes.” You swallow, licking your chapped lips. “Thank you.”

“How long had it been since you ate?” He wonders, putting a piece of rabbit in his mouth.

He chews slowly, savoring the plain taste of the meat. It isn’t seasoned.

“A few days.”

“That’s not good for you.” He states, looking over to give you a quick once over. “Don’t worry, I’ll escort you home and then we’ll get a doctor to take a look at you.”

“I’m not going back.” You state, sure, determined.

“Is that wise?” He looks you over again, lingering on your pretty shoes that were not made for the length of trek you’ve taken through such rough terrain.

You adjust your skirt to hide them and his eyes roam back over you until he meets your eyes.

“You are Queen of Broklin. They will be looking for you. You’re important, little bird.” He smiles kindly.

“Let them look.” You sigh. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Because you’re just like a little bird. Escaping the hardships of your gilded cage, as they say.” His smile is knowing. As if he knows a lot about gilded cages.

He probably does. He’s King of Asgard, after all.

“The castle wasn’t a cage.” You frown, hating the taint his words give the happier aspects of your life there.

It wasn’t all bad. You’d had Nat—what have I done?—and Peter—will he blame himself?—and Bucky and Sam. You had friends.

“I lived a good life in the castle. I had great friends and I wanted for nothing.” You assure him.

“Oh?” If your life there was so great, why run?” He challenges, posing a valid question.

Despite all the love of your friends, their support and comfort. One large hole stands in the castle, in your bed, in your heart.

You haven’t thought it in ages, hoping to distance yourself from the way you’d felt but clearly it hadn’t worked. Hearing him say that marrying you was a mistake was just as painful even without you using his name.

Steve.

“His Majesty does not love me.” You look down at your feet, intent on hiding the depths of your hurt. “He told me he wished he had not married me…”

You don’t succeed at hiding your feelings.

When you look at the God, he’s watching you as all traces of his easy smile vanish. He narrows his eyes a little, considering you for a moment.

“I’m sorry.” He nods. “I haven’t spoken to Steve since Margaret died, and he was a wreck when it happened. When I heard the news of his remarriage, I had hoped that perhaps it meant that at last he’d found a way to live on. To be happy. I’m sad that is not the case.”

There’s that name again.

“Can you not-I…I know that I shouldn’t hate someone who’s dead, but I find it harder and harder to hear her name.” You feel like a complete jerk for feeling such animosity for a woman you’d never met. A woman who by all accounts had been good and kind. But she’s been such an obstacle for you. Always there even though she’s long gone. “Please, don’t say her name.”

You beg, picking at the bottom of the waterskin in your lap.

Thor goes silent. For a few minutes, the two of you sit as the world breathes around you. The breeze picks up and you draw the large red cloak—no, it’s a cape of sorts—closer to shield against the slightly chillier wind. The fire crackles and finally Thor breathes in.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to find something to do until you want to return home.” He smiles at you, offering more rabbit.

“You’ll stay with me?” You ask, uncertain of his intentions but feeling a little comfort at least that he seems to know Steve. “Why?”

“It is my duty to keep you safe as a fellow sovereign and because it’s the right thing to do. Also, my friends would never forgive me if I left you out here alone. No. I will wait until you’re ready. Then I will escort you home.” He nods, happy to see you eat.

“What if I’m never ready to go back?” You check, wondering if he’ll force you.

“For your own good, for the good of Broklin, I hope you will be ready. Soon. I know Steve and he may not be himself at the moment, but he would rather suffer for you than have you struggle out here on your own. He’s a good man. I’m sorry that you have found him now, when he’s still not recovered.

“But I don’t think I’ll have to worry. You’ll want to go back soon.” He says with confidence.

“How do you know?” You ask him, curious as to this unwavering belief that he’s right.

“You love him. It’s as clear as the stars above our head. You’re angry. And hurt. I don’t blame you.”

“Maybe that’s why I’ll stay away?” You counter. “When he means nothing to me, then I’ll go back. Then I can accept who I need to be, and I won’t have to hide how I feel.”

“Then I will stay by your side until you no longer love him.” Thor promises, and with another smile from him, you feel yourself relax at least knowing that you won’t be alone.

~~~~~~~~~~

Day 10

“Why can’t I catch one?!” You growl, flinging your snare onto the ground in frustration.

One week is how long you’ve been moving along with Thor. A week of late-night chats. Sleeping by warm fires and getting to know the God of Thunder.

He has a brother. Loki. Adopted. God of Mischief who Thor has left in charge of Asgard for now. He’d divulged his own troubles with love, and it seems he finds himself in a similar situation to your own, only his is more depressing.

He chuckles as he moves towards you, wide heavy steps as he moves over large rocks and tall grass.

“You’re so stubborn.” He says.

“I am not.” You argue.

He laugh then sits on large boulder before gesturing you towards him.

“Come.”

You make your way to him, picking up your snare as you go, shoving your skirt aside.

You’re still in the dress you’d escaped in only it’s in tatters and you’ve placed a leather skirt over the smoother silk and linen. You’ve washed it once and bathed since Thor found you albeit in a cold river and damn, do you miss your hot baths.

Thor reaches out and waits for your snare. You place it in his hand and move to lean beside him against the boulder. Around your shoulders is his red cape. He’s forced you to keep wearing it because it’s colder here now that you’re closer to the sea again.

“Look.” He spreads your snare wider, adjusting the loop of the wire you’d been working with. “You’re making them too small. The rabbits here are bigger than the ones back in Malibia. Give me your hands.”

You hold them open and watch him place the wire around them, showing you the size of the loop that you need to make.

“This feels too big.” You argue.

“Stubborn woman.” He chortles.

“I’m sorry!” You fuss.

He laughs. “It does not matter anyway; I’ve caught enough for the both of us. Go set this one and let’s go back to camp.”

“Okay.” You sigh, moving to set your snare down.

When you’re satisfied with its placement you move towards him but gasp as your thin shoe tears against the side of a jagged rock.

“Ow…” You whisper and Thor is at your side, hands hover around you without knowing what’s wrong.

“What? What is it? Where?” He demands, an almost panic in his voice.

You reach out and brace yourself on his shoulder as you lift your foot to look at the small cut. Nothing serious. Just a scratch.

“My shoe.” You say, and Thor leans down to look at the tear.

“You need better shoes.” He declares, then without waiting for your response, he sweeps your legs out from under you with one arm and supports your back with the other as he lifts you off the ground.

“Thor!” You complain, startled by being carried so suddenly.

Instinct prompts you to reach up and wrap your arms around his neck but as you come to your senses you move them down to his shoulders.

He says nothing and carries you back to camp.

~~~~~~~~~~

Day 17

“So, you don’t know when she’s coming back?” Thor looks a little sad as he sits beside you, picking at blades of grass between his legs, his right propped up with his elbow resting on it while his left hand does its fidgeting.

“No. I’m sure if she intends to stay away, she’ll send word.” Thor nods, looking at you to smile wide. It’s forced but not ingenuine. He really just tries to take it all in stride.

You see a lot of yourself in Thor. Although he was born into his crown, you can see the weight that it settles on his shoulders. He’s unsure of it, like you are. And like you he’s just as lost in love.

“Does your Lady Jane have a long history with her past fiancé? I would assume that they were together a long time.” You probe, wanting to understand your new friend more.

“They were together for a long time. Blake proposed but did not really want to get married so, they broke off their engagement and then I met her while she was in Asgard studying the stars. We have the best account of the skies and she entranced me with her wit and intelligence.” Thor nods.

“No doubt she’s pretty too?” You smile at him.

“Beautiful.” He smiles.

“How long were you two-?”

“It’s been about two years since we established a courtship. I proposed after a few months. But Jane is unsure of the life I can offer her.” You look away as he speaks now, knowing what Jane must be feeling.

“It’s scary.” You tell him, knowing that it won’t alleviate his pain but maybe you can offer some sort of understanding between them? “Having all this new responsibility?”

“One that you have shirked.” He teases, leaning to nudge you with his shoulder.

You smile, shake your head, and bite your lip.

“Yes.” You agree. “And I feel really…I shouldn’t have left like that.”

Thor’s smile is gone when you look up at him again.

“I don’t blame you. Steve should not have said what he said. I understand his grief and I can’t hold it against him, but I’m sorry that he’s hurt you. You do not deserve that, little bird.” Thor reaches over and places his hand over yours, you quickly turn yours over to lace your fingers through his.

You’ve been finding comfort in Thor like this for several days. He seems to need the physical reassurance as much as you do.

A soft touch.

A connection.

You settle in against his arm, tucking yourself into his side underneath it and he sighs heavily. Both of you heartbroken and uncertain of your futures.

“It can’t have been all bad though, right? You said that he came to you every night?” He hesitates for a moment but then speaks with confidence. A light teasing. “That must have been fun.”

Laughter from you is not what he’d expected.

You lift your head and throw it back as you let the sad bit of humor die, then put your head back against his large bicep.

“Why is that funny?” He asks, genuinely confused but still slightly smiling at the sound of your laughter.

“Why would sleeping with his Majesty be fun?” You chuckle once more then turn to look up at him.

He’s staring at you, brow furrowed in confusion.

You sit up, a little worried, and shift so that you can see his face better.

“What?” You ask, suddenly concerned.

“Why would it not be fun?” He asks, frown lines creasing his handsome tanned face.

“Is it…” You swallow, nervous now for another reason.

Suddenly your mind is in a frenzy wondering if everything you thought about his Majesty liking your body at the very least, is a lie. You’ve been lying to yourself. You’re doing something wrong. Maybe that’s why his Majesty hasn’t warmed to you?

“Is it supposed to be fun?” Your startled expression makes Thor’s soften.

“Y/N…” He begins, swallowing hard before he turns towards the fire and after a moment, he shifts his entire body to face you. He takes both of your hands in his and slowly makes circles with his thumbs along your skin. “You may find this a bit-I know that I shouldn’t ask but I’m going to and if you do not wish to answer me than you don’t have to but please know that I only ask out of concern for you.

“Has Steve never made you feel good in bed?” He asks, his cheeks tinting pink as he does.

This question is just as uncomfortable for him to ask as it is for you to hear it.

You consider telling him that it’s none of his business. That you’ve only known him for a little half a month so how dare he ask you this very personal question?

But his eyes, those electric and piercing blues, tell you that he’s genuine in his concern.  Also, you really want to know if maybe you’re doing something wrong yourself. If you can fix things with his Majesty…

You begin to shake your head, moving it to the right then hesitate, but finish shaking it as you answer his question with a timid. “No. Never.”

That’s a lie…there was those moments…right before on your wedding night…

“Wait, he did-I liked the way his hands felt just before we consummated our marriage. I liked how he felt…” Your ears are burning as you admit these things to him, things you haven’t even told Nat. “On top of me. His weight?”

“Is that all?” He asks.

“I was a virgin when we married.” You explain. “I knew that the first time would be difficult.”

“Difficult how?” Thor is frowning again.

You don’t want to say it. You know that it wasn’t normal. You know that he’ll judge his Majesty for it…but maybe he can help you?

“I think things were overwhelming of him that first night. I think maybe he missed…missed her and he’s so clearly not over her so doing that with me might have-”

“Y/N…” Thor says a bit more sternly. “What happened on your wedding night?”

You look away from his face, down at his wide chest and recount the night for him.

His Majesty had been quick. He’d wanted it over with. This you realize now. He’d wanted to be done with that part of the day and he’d been rough in his haste. You know that he didn’t mean to do it. You still know that his apology late that night had been sincere. He’d hurt you and he’d regretted it.

You also know now that it’s because he’s very much in love with Margaret still that he’s hurt you over and over again since then. Not physically. Never physically anymore, he could never do that to you after that first night, but he has hurt you. All for her.

By the time you’re done, Thor’s hands are shaking. He tries to hide his upset from you by releasing your hands and turning away, but you can see the tension in his shoulders.

“And has it been like that every night since then?” He checks, looking down at his fist clenched tight.

“No.” You hurry to reassure him. Scooting closer to try and look at his face. “No. His Majesty apologize for what happened that very night. He left me alone for a week while I recovered and when he returned from his trip, he told me that if I wanted him to stop that I need only say so. That he would not touch me until I was ready.

“But he needs an heir, so I did my duty. I…He’s been kinder. Gentler. It-It doesn’t feel good, but it doesn’t hurt. It…it doesn’t feel like anything really. One time I thought that he might kiss me but-”

“He hasn’t kissed you yet?!” Thor demands, turning to look at you with raging blue eyes. They almost seem to glow.

“I know he doesn’t love me. Why would he kiss me?” You ask him, confused by his anger.

“Am I possibly doing something wrong? Is there something that I need to do for it to be better?” You ask of him and he turns sorrowful eyes on you, aghast at your question. “I’m sorry, I don’t…I have no experience in things of this nature. I don’t know if-”

“You have done nothing wrong, little bird.” Thor turns to face you again. “You are…”

He swallows hard and it looks like he’s warring with himself.

“You are perfect.” He declares and you feel your neck burn.

“I’m not-”

“You are. I don’t know what keeps my stupid friend from seeing that, but he is wrong. You deserve to be cherished and I’m sorry that he has not given you that. If I were free…if my love were not otherwise already-” He hesitates but then leans in fast and kisses your lips before you can protest.

It catches you off guard and you let him kiss you only because your body is still trying to make a connection to your brain.

His lips are warm…no, hot. Like fire. They’re wet and soft and his eyes are closed.

They’re not his Majesty’s lips—and you find yourself a little foolish for wishing they were—but they feel good pressed against your own.

He pulls back and quickly runs his thumb across your lips, massaging them lightly.

“If you were not already married and if I did not love Jane…I would claim you as my own and give you the world, little bird.” He declares and your heart is thumping wildly in your chest.

He pulls you in against his chest and hugs you until you fall asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

Day 27

You wander back from the water, moving to where Thor waits with an and his knife out as he slices it then eats a piece. You’re in a new nightdress. A simple one, shorter than the ones you wear at the castle, and more cheaply made too.

Thor had left you for a few hours early in the morning to get supplies from a village and he’d come back to tell you that the search for you is still ongoing. You’d been silent for most of the day, caught up in your guilt at leaving.

How worried would Nat be? Nat who’s been nothing but kind? You’re also very worried about Peter. Your own personal guard. What can this possibly be doing to him?

With him, Thor had brought new clothes for you, a simple dress made of wool in dark blue. Your hair freshly washed and now braided at the front to keep it back and out of your face you move to take the dress from him.

He has refused to leave your side lately and you’re not exactly sure why but he’s more protective than usual. His eyes wary. His anger, after admitting to him that you have yet to receive any kind of pleasure from his Majesty, has only intensified since you told him.

He hasn’t brought it up, but you know that’s what it’s about. He hasn’t kissed you again either which you’re grateful for. Not that you didn’t like it. You did. Very much. More than you should.

Thor feels like a second half. Like he knows you and how you’re feeling and what you want.

He knows you love his Majesty even if you know you shouldn’t.

“All done?” He asks, looking up at you as you move towards him trying your best to cover yourself as the wet from your bath in the river has made your nightdress stick to your skin.

“Yes.” You reach out for your dress and it only takes him a second to realize what you want before he clears his throat and hands it over.

His cheeks are flushed again, bright red as he avoids looking directly at you.

Slipping the dress over your head, you turn around to have him help you lace it up. The heat of his breath wafts against your exposed neck as you scoop your hair over your shoulder to give him access to the back.

He’s standing so close; his body heat is raising goosebumps on your skin.

You hear him swallow hard, and your mouth dries up.

“There.” He says, reaching over to pull your hair back into place.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

The two of you are being stupidly polite right now and you know that it’s because of this ridiculous tension you’re feeling. At moments when things are quiet, like now, when the world almost feels like it’s fallen away…the pull you feel towards this massive God-man and his beautiful blonde hair and beard…his stiff muscles and golden skin…it’s strong.

You wonder if it’s wrong to want him in these moments. You’re married. You, despite your better judgement, love your husband. But the way Thor makes you feel as if you aren’t alone is intoxicating and you want to be nearer.

Despite the power that radiates off of him, his size, and the way you can see that if he wanted to, he could crush your skull with his bare hands, he’s soft and gentle. He makes you feel safe.

You toss and turn, sighing every few minutes as you try and sleep. The fire a few feet away casts the world outside your little circle in dark shadows, as orange light dances along the inside.

Thor will still be awake. Keeping watch.

You turn one final time towards his usual spot and nearly panic when you see it empty.

“Tho-?” You begin, but a large calloused hand around your ankle draws your eye.

You look down at your feet to find Thor on his knees, left hand around your ankle, right on the other side of your leg.

There’s a sorrow in his eyes, a fire in the pupil, like desire. It steals your breath as he runs his left hand up along your right leg, pushing your dress up as he goes.

You lay back, staring down at him as you swallow and relish the way his finger tickle their way up along your skin.

“Let me show you.” He whispers, voice trembling in your chest, your core heating up and embarrassingly slick.

You’re self-conscious as he reaches it, sliding up along your body so that he can look down into your eyes as his hand teeters closer to your slit.

“Thor…” You hesitate, wariness in your voice.

Then he touches you, a single finger running up along your cunt. You can feel his digit slip along your folds until he’s pressing at your clit and you’re not sure what it is you’re feeling but you gasp and reach down to grab his wrist.

“Thor…” You plead, confused and startled.

“It’s alright.” He assures you and he brings that finger down and pushes it inside you.

You gasp again, shutting your eyes as you throw your head back, overcome with sensations that feel wild and uncontrollable.

You keep trying to catch your breath, to control the way his finger makes your thighs weak, but you can’t.

He pumps his finger slowly, watching your face as you open your eyes again and your mouth pops open in a silent cry.

“It can feel good.” He promises, showing you with his hand.

He adds a second finger and you whimper quietly, so quietly it’s hardly a sound. He presses his thumb against your clit again as he works his fingers, the sound of wet is loud and your ears burn in embarrassment.

Thor kisses you, meeting your lips with a quiet fervor, tongue sliding into your mouth quickly but just as quickly it’s gone, and you’re left gasping after him as he slides back down along your body and flips your skirt up and over his head.

He settles between your legs and you make to sit up, panicked by where he’s going.

You’re too wet down there! It’s gross. What is he doing?

“Thor!” You cry out, not in pleasure but in fear.

You feel the rough prickly hair of his beard against your thigh first and you’re so scared of where he’s going that you sit up fully, but your legs are spread wide for him as his shoulders keep you from closing them.

“Thor…” You plead, as his beard scratches the fold of your bottom. His nose tickles against your clit and your panic reaches its peak as you grab the back of his shirt to pull him away because you’re gross down there all wet, but he licks you and you moan.

He spreads your pussy lips with his fingers and guzzles you up, a sloppy open mouth kiss pressed to your cunt as he settles his mouth over your mound and his tongue laps at your clit.

Your body is shaking, weak from the shock of how euphoric your body feels.

You’re bathed in golden bliss and you didn’t even know it could feel this way. You didn’t know that a man with his mouth where Thor’s is was something that you could want.

This mass of muscle between your legs, licking up your juices and moaning with pleasure at the way you scratch into his back has opened your eyes and for a moment you feel happy.

Happy that this is possible. Happy that you’re not broken and what those girls back home had said about the way that a man could make them feel was real.

Through the pleasure however, a darkness settles over you. Sorrow wraps its skeletal hand around your heart and overpowers all physical wants.

Even though Thor’s powerful tongue is making your body tremble, your hips are starting to buzz and you can feel a build up of pressure in your cunt, you push him back. Before that pressure can crest, before you can feel where this build up can lead, you have to stop him. You deny your body the bliss it’s moving towards.

You don’t want this. You do...but...

“Stop.” You beg him, sobbing.

When had you started crying?

Instantly Thor is up, pulling your dress down as he moves to lay beside you, hovering as he checks you over with his hands and his eyes.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, “I can be a bit enthusiastic.”

But you shake your head, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You look at him and see your arousal on his beard, shiny and heady in its scent.

Thor caresses your cheek, worried, but not disappointed.

“What is it, little bird?” He wonders, wiping a tear away.

But how can you put it into words? How can you explain to him the devastation you feel when you think about the fact that you’ve been sleeping with his Majesty for six months and not once has it ever come to feeling like it just did with Thor?

How do you explain to him that all you can think about, all you want, is for Steve to make you feel like this? You want to feel him want you. You want to feel this kind of passion.

He seems to understand without you needing to explain because he takes his hand and goes back to adjusting your dress over your legs.

He reaches for a small rag from his bag nearby and wipes his mouth before he settles in beside you and kisses your temple then pulls you tight against his chest as you continue to cry.

“I’m s-sorry.” You sob, nestling into his chest.

“Don’t be, little bird. You have nothing to apologize for.” He kisses your head again and gives you one final squeeze. “Sleep.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Day 32

“Be careful, Y/N. These rocks are wet.” Thor shouts towards you.

The two of you have been walking since the night that neither of you will talk about. You still hold his hand and you still sleep beside him, nestled in his arms, but he hasn’t tried to touch you again.

Things are not awkward though and you attribute that to his generosity and the way he seems to put you at ease.

The trees are starting to look familiar, dark oaks and tawny birch, nestled against the jade green of Broklin castle’s border forest.

You realize now, with Thor as your guide, that you’d been running in circles those first three days. Which is a stupid and silly mistake for you to make as you know better, but you blame it on the distraught state that you’d been in when you’d left the castle.

Now that you’re almost back, you’re eager to be there. See your friends and apologize for the stress you must be causing them.

“How much longer?” You wonder, stopping to look ahead, balanced precariously on the sloping tops of two large stones.

“Not long.” He promises. “Not long.”

The way he repeats it, sadly as if he regrets the short time the two of you have left together, makes you sad too.

You turn to look at him, licking your lips as you consider the consequences of what you want to tell him.

“If…if I wasn’t already married.” You say, loud enough for him to hear.

He stops walking, hand on his knee as he balances, eyes on you wrapped up in his bright red cape.

“If I didn’t love his Majesty…I would have been lucky to have you as a partner.” You admit, smiling at him kindly. “I feel as if I’ve known you for ages even though it’s only been a short time.”

Thor smiles, blue eyes twinkling fondly. “I know what you mean.”

“You deserve the world too, Thor. And I’m sure that Jane will come to her senses soon. I could write to her. Tell her about our adventures in the woods?” You offer, teasing him but also meaning it.

She should know that someone will love Thor the way he deserves if she lets him slip through her fingers. Any service as sovereign is well worth his love in your opinion.

“Thank you.” He booms. “I might have to take you up on that.”

As he begins to walk, you turn to move on too but find your vision obscured by a large silver sword swinging towards your face.

You duck quickly, years of dodging hits from the rougher men in your village finally paying off.

As you duck however, your foot slips and you go crashing to the ground.

The rocks you’d been standing hit painfully as you land on them. One against your side, one against your head. You roll to your right to rest between the rocks as a loud grunt from Thor finds your ears sounding muffled from the blow to your head.

You look around, blinking against the haze that you can feel coming and see a stunning spark of blue-white electricity. Like lightning only horizontal and coming from the direction Thor had been standing.

You see a figure in low-profile black leather armor take the hit and fly into the air, sword flying up into the sky and landing with a muted clang several feet away.

Thor’s face comes into view just as your vision begins to blacken.

He says your name, but you blink and don’t open your eyes again.

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

Natasha Gets All The Hot Guys

“Really, Natasha? You’ve added Bucky to your harem now? Why do you have to hog all the hot guys?”

Darcy griped at Black Widow as she sat across from her at the large dining table, plopping her fork down with a disgruntled air. The brand new poly four had just told the other avengers about their status and Thor had told Darcy, whose fan girl hopes and dreams were now crushed. 

“It’s not a harem, Darcy, but thank you for the mental image,” Natasha replied calmly, adding a smug wink. “Besides: you snooze, you lose.” 

They both watched as Bucky sauntered over and joined Nat, his plate groaning under the mountain of food. 

“What’s with the long face, Darce?” He asked, going to town on his steak. The blissful expression on his face made her smile in spite of herself. 

“I’m just bitter that Nat keeps snapping up all the hot dudes. Leave some for us science types. We need love too, ya know.” 

She made a pouty face at him and he chuckled.

“Sorry, doll,” he said sympathetically. “We all kind of lost touch with the rest of you and things kind of…..fell into place. Heard you’ve been busy getting your PhD. Probably didn’t leave you much time for finding a man.”

Darcy smiled. 

“Yeah, that’s true,” she admitted. “But I really am happy for you all. Steve looks ridiculously happy and it’s adorable. And you and Sam flirting in the gym? Hilarious.”

She rubbed her hands together gleefully.

Bucky raised his eyebrows.

“You been spying, Darce? I’ve never seen you in the gym.”

Darcy grinned evilly.

“I will not reveal my sources.” 

Bucky gave her an exasperated look, but he was smiling. 

“You always were a little shit, Lewis. Seems that nothing has changed.” 

“Nope!” she declared cheerfully. “Someone’s gotta keep you heroes on your toes. I’m grateful they invited me to this shindig. The food is top notch.”

It was basically a glorified reunion and celebration over the abolishment of the Accords. In the beginning, they’d seemed like a good idea to some of them, but after the bitter fall out of their fights and the subsequent reality of just how problematic the Accords actually were, well, no one wanted anything to do with them. Darcy had never trusted anyone named Ross and wasn’t about to start now. 

She pushed her empty plate away from her with a satisfied sigh.

“Well, I’m gonna go bother Captain Spangles for a few minutes. Enjoy your red meat.”

Getting up from the table, she sauntered over to Steve who was chatting happily with Sam, Scott, and Wanda. 

Bucky returned to his meal with relish, only stopping when he’d demolished everything on his plate. Nat had scooted her chair closer to his and was leaning against him contentedly, caressing his metal arm. 

“You know, James, I’m thinking I know of a “hot guy” that would be an interesting match for Darcy.” 

“Do you now?” Bucky asked, smirking at the idea of Nat matchmaking again. Her skill set made her very good at finding potential dates for other people and he’d learned to just roll with it. 

“Yep. He was pretty insufferable and immature back in the day, but the last time I worked with him, he seemed to have grown up a lot. He would give Darcy a run for her money, I believe.”

“Do I know him?” Bucky asked curiously, wracking his brain.

“You know him as Flame Boy,” she told him, grinning at Bucky’s expression as he understood who she meant. They’d met the Fantastic Four briefly and Clint’s old nickname for Johnny had stuck, much to the man’s displeasure. 

“Oh man,” he chuckled. “This is gonna be good.” 

Two weeks later, Darcy was hiding from yet another alien invasion and being frustrated that her taser did not affect the creatures. 

“Please tell me you’re sending help!” She yelled into her phone to Clint.

“We are, but it’s not who you might expect. Stark had to call in extra help, because these things are multiplying really fast.”

“Just tell me who it is!” She snapped impatiently, braining an alien lizard thing with a brick. The creatures weren’t all that bright, but there were a LOT of them. 

“The Human Torch, aka Flame Boy,  is gonna zoom by in a minute and take you to to the tower.”

“Human Torch? What kind of dumb name is that?” Darcy scoffed. Clint had already hung up, so she returned to her attempts to not get eaten. Another five lizard things surrounded her and she almost groaned in despair. Just as she had resigned herself to being lizard chow, a car screeched to a stop and a ball of fire flew overhead and right at the creatures, bombarding them with flames and sending them screeching away, howling in pain. She gaped in awe as the ball of fire landed a few yards away and revealed itself as a man wearing a tight fireproof suit. As the flames died away, she stared in shock at the smiling face of Johnny Storm himself. 

“Dr. Lewis?” he asked. “I’m here with your ride.”

He gestured towards a very shiny bright yellow Lamborghini and Darcy felt a touch faint. 

“You’re the Human Torch?” she asked cautiously. 

“Yep.”  He confirmed, with a nod and smile that reminded her a lot of Steve Rogers. “I’d suggest we get out of here before more of those things show up. Like my chariot?”

“It’s pretty sweet, I admit,” Darcy said as he unlocked the doors and opened hers for her.

“Ohh. A gentleman.” She said teasingly. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Mr. Serial Seducer.” 

She had heard tales of Johnny’s bedroom exploits, but had never heard his superhero moniker. It definitely made sense, now. 

Johnny’s face turned red, but he took the jibe in stride. 

“Occasionally, I have my moments,” he said, giving her a smirk as he started the car and got them the heck out of there. 

“So, Astrophysics?” He asked her as he took a shortcut down a side street to avoid a blocked off street chocked with lizard things. Thy looked a lot like the Gorns from Star Trek, Darcy thought with a shudder.

“Yes.” She nodded proudly. “I’m surprised you knew that.”

“A certain distant cousin of mine thinks of you very highly and made sure I was properly briefed,” Johnny said. “There may have been threats of bodily harm if I said something inappropriate.”

Darcy leaned her head back and laughed until her sides ached. Well known playboy Johnny was related to straight laced Steve Rogers? The universe sure did have a sense of humor. She imagined Steve threatening Johnny and wheezed as tears of mirth streamed down her cheeks. 

“Well, I can very much see the family resemblance,” she giggled. “Looks only, though. Oh, my gosh, this is the best.” 

“I’m glad you think so.” Johnny said with a reluctant chuckle. His annoyance at yet another comparison to Rogers was dampened by how adorable her laugh was. He thought he could listen to that for hours. 

“Steve said you’d taze me in the balls if I said something gross.”

“He was right, bless him,” Darcy said, appreciating Steve even more. “But seriously, that flame ball was awesome.”

“It comes in handy sometimes,” Johnny said with surprising modesty. Darcy looked him over again and wondered if the years had toned him down from the egotistical kid he’d once been. It was a good look on him, she thought. 

“Steve failed to mention just how pretty you are,” Johnny said after a few beats of silence. “Does the man have eyes?”

“He does, but only for a certain fly boy and two deadly assassins,” Darcy said, laughing and blushing a bit at the compliment. 

Johnny’s eyebrows flew up.

“Wow, Cap’s got game! But he must care about his friends, too or he wouldn’t get so protective over you.”

“He’s a good dude,” Darcy agreed, as the car pulled into the tower parking area. Security was tight, but Darcy flashed her ID and soon they were parking. 

Johnny got out and once again opened the door for her.

“Well, hopefully we’ll run into each other again,” he said, trying to sound casual. Darcy got the sense he was very interested, but reining himself in. It was rather cute. 

“Maybe we will, Preferably when there’s no lizard aliens trying to eat us,” she replied. “Stark’s got a big charity gala coming up and I may be there.”

He broke out in a grin and nodded.

“Good to know. Stay safe, Doctor. I’m gonna go scorch some more lizards.”

“Don’t get dead, flame boy!” She called over her shoulder as she turned away. Surprisingly, Darcy looked forward to getting to know what made Johnny Storm tick. Maybe her luck had finally changed. If he turned out to be a keeper, she was not gonna let Nat snatch him up, no sireee. 

[moderndaybard]

2020 Weekly Ficlet 34/52(? We’ll see?)

Ever At Your Side, Part 3/7 (Bones) [New Trek/Pokemon Crossover. Because Why Not.] 

(Part 1-Kirk; Part 2-Spock; Part 4-Uhura; Part 5-Scotty; Part 6-Sulu; Part 7-Chekov)

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Beginnings:

To the unprepared (and/or uninformed), the first visit to the Enterprise’s medbay certainly left a…distinct impression. Not simply because of Dr. McCoy’s well-earned reputation as the most reluctant spacefarer to ever volunteer for Star Fleet Academy, not ever because of his aura of authority that left absolutely no doubt that this was his domain, and it would be run his way. (Tyrannical-sounding, perhaps, but no one could deny the near-miracles that were accomplished under his watchful eye.)

No, it wasn’t just ‘Bones’ that caught so many off-guard upon their first encounter, it was the permanently-snarling, pink-furred pokemon that was never far from her trainer and looked to be always a heartbeat away from pulverizing someone at a moment’s notice—McCoy’s partner pokemon: Princess, the Granbull.

It was certainly interesting to watch the two snap and snarl and bark their way through hectic stretches in the medbay they had staked out as their territory, or else grumble and growl their way through a mercifully quiet and slow spell. And while it was often joked (behind their backs, of course) that the pair of them were the clearest example on board of trainer and pokemon growing to resemble each other, there were more than a few who wondered, upon first meeting the strange pair, just what either of them was doing onboard a Starfleet Starship.

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Meetings:

Dr. Leonard McCoy was not the sort of man to have a partner pokemon—once upon a time, at least. Which wasn’t to say that he was adamantly against the concept in general or that he disliked the strange but loyal creatures; quite the opposite, in fact: though not often on display, the doctor’s soft spot for pokemon was rivaled by only the one he had for children. Still, he hadn’t had a partner since childhood for a variety of reasons—he’d never had (taken) the time to seek one out, he questioned how sanitary it would be to have one in his work space, and besides, he spent so much time at work that it wouldn’t really be fair to the little critter—right?

But fate (and family) had other plans for the good doctor.

The clumsily-wrapped present had been about the right size to be a tie box, and Joanna was about the age to start in on that ‘Daddy gets a tie for Christmas’ tradition that was still strangely prevalent, so that’s what he’d been expecting when he saw it. But for some reason (perhaps her mother pointed out that Leonard rarely ever wore ties), his little girl had gone an entirely different route. (And what had her mother been thinking?)

All this flew through his mind as he stared down at the red-and-white pokeball nestled in the tissue paper, then up to his daughter’s ecstatic, gap-toothed grin. “I fond you the perfect partner, Daddy!��

Still stunned but nevertheless determined to not disappoint his little girl, McCoy pulled out the pokeball and released its occupant.

“Snub. BULL!”

It’s very pink, very grouchy occupant.

No, Dr. Leonard McCoy was not the sort of man to have a partner pokemon. But even more so, he was not the sort of man who could stomach letting his little girl down.

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(2009)

As the man in the seat beside him ranted about the deadly dangers of space travel, or grumbled about a messy divorce that’d left Starfleet as his only option, Kirk found his attention divided between this Dr. McCoy and the Granbull growling, snuffling, and glaring at their feet.

Fairy type fit the medical field, Jim had to admit—though the Snubbull/Granbull line was not among the ones typically associated with doctors and nurses, even then. And likewise, the trainer seemed as snappish and surly as his pokemon—hardly the calm, calming man of medicine one envisioned (or, at least, hoped for).

And yet…

…and yet, when the shuttle jolted and jostled its way through liftoff and McCoy tensed, the pink critter leaned against his leg, the grunts and breathy ‘woofs’ losing their aggressive edge and becoming something—if not gentle, then at least non-threatening. Without even looking down, McCoy lay a hand on top of his partner’s head, stroking her fur with hands that gradually steadied.

And yet…

…and yet, as the brief ride wound on and Leonard relaxed (however marginally), Jim noticed his hand briefly vanish inside his jacket, then re-emerge and slip down to the creature at his feet, whatever treat he’d retrieved vanishing too quickly to see, and the younger man had to smile—his own pockets, carrying some of Esther’s favorite treats, and the action a familiar, almost-instinctive one to both men, apparently.

When McCoy offered him another drink from the flask, Kirk accepted it with a smile, his mind made up.

“Thanks, Bones.”

(Into the Dark)

What could be more useless than a doctor in a dead man’s room?

Kirk’s…corpse (the word didn’t even make sense in the same sentence as the young captain who’d seemed so invincible, not long ago) had been removed from the chamber he’d died in and reverently, carefully transferred to the medbay, despite it being far too late already. Esther was curled up on the too-still, too-cold chest, and she wasn’t even whimpering anymore.

We’re going to lose both of them. Damn that Khan!

Princess, for her part, was growing more frantic and active, even as despair sapped his strength and left him collapsing numbly into a nearby chair. She fussed and barked in a series of quiet grunts at the other pokemon, and, when that failed to elicit any sort of response, she closed her eyes, concentrating, until gentle beams of moonlight washed over the Eevee, ready to heal any injury, cure any disease—

Of course, nothing changed.

“I’m sorry girl, but there’s nothing we can do for them.”

The glare that Princess leveled at him at those words was deeper, angrier, than her ordinary, near-permanent scowl, but after years of working together, he saw behind it the same grief mingled with panic that he felt every time he realized that a patient was about to slip beyond his help, or was already too far gone.

Numbly, feeling—if anything—a little sick, Bones reached a hand towards his partner, instinctively ready to offer a comfort that he didn’t feel himself, when something moved on the table behind him.

“Chrrrrr.”

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Things happened quickly after the tribble revived: the rest of the events a frantic blur of cryo tubes, capturing a superman, drawing blood, and desperately synthesizing a miracle.

Once the formula had been administered to Kirk, leaving him comatose but blessedly alive, the rest of the Enterprise crew settled in to wait, cycling through something like watch shifts as close as the medical staff would allow them. Still, there was nothing left for them to actually do.

For Bones and Princess, though, it was another matter altogether.

A comatose patient is not, in fact, an easy or simple one—if you want them to wake up in anything near a healthy state, to say nothing of Starfleet’s standards for its officers (Kirk was going to have a lengthy recovery period after he woke up if he ever wanted back on his beloved ship—and that was as a pointless an ‘if’ as Bones had ever heard , of course Kirk would)—so Bones poured himself into a million and one little things to do to care for Kirk until he came to.

Otherwise, Dr. McCoy found himself joining in Princess’ efforts: keeping a still-weak and despondent Esther alive (especially making sure that she ate; there were days that Princess was forced to nearly bully the smaller pokemon into forcing down enough food to stay alive).

It wouldn’t do for Jim to wake up only find that his partner had faded without him.

No, neither of the pair was an ‘easy’ patient, but neither caregiver was about to give up on them, either.

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(Continued on AO3) 

[starswallowingsea]

Will You Trust Me?

Fandom: Skyjacks 

Pairing: Gable/Travis 

Word Count: 4162 

Summary: Love has never been in the cards for Gable. They never felt interested in it but their mother has placed a lot of significance on the topic. Travis has been a swan for most of his life now and spends his days in the forest, swimming on the lake and thinking about life. A lot. When they meet, Gable isn’t sure what to make of Travis, but they seem to hit it off together quickly. Will Gable be able to break Travis’ curse? Will Travis finally get over himself and his attitude? Will my backspace key stop breaking on tumblr?

Notes: Swan Lake Gable/Travis AU based on this post by @lopxart and it’s finally finished! This is a minor disclaimer but I’ve never actually seen Swan Lake so I based most of this on various summaries I read online and split it into 4 acts + a prologue and epilogue. I also took a lot of liberties with character relationships to make things work. Enjoy! 

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Prologue

Travis and his friends had gone hunting in the woods together. They were after some meat to show off their talents at the feast tomorrow, and to have some fun together one last time before they all got married off to somewhere far away. 

As day turned to dusk, and dusk turned to night, the group of friends were still in the woods, getting ready to head back to the castle. They double checked that they had all the animals they had killed, their weapons, cloaks, and anything else they may have brought with them. As they began their trek back, a shadowy figure walked towards them.

“Why have you come here, prince?” A smooth, deep voice asks.

“To hunt for food and have fun! What else would we be doing here?” Travis says, only a little phased by the mysterious stranger in front of them.

“T-Travis, I don’t think you s-should have said that,” said Dref from behind him.

“Your friend is right. You’ve trespassed on my land, and I cannot simply forgive you for that.”

Travis turns around to look at the others, confused and concerned looks crossing their faces.

“Well we didn’t know it was your forest, you should have a fence or a sign up or something. We promise we won’t do this again.” He says, displaying his hands in front of him, a lilted grin on his face.

“It’s a sacred law that nobody shall hunt in my forest without permission or an offering first. I must make you pay for this.” She says calmly, raising her own hands.

“Look lady, everyone just thinks those are stories and only the superstitious people really believe them. You can’t expect me to just take these things at face value, can you?”

She never answered, rather, she raised her arms and pain overtook their bodies.

Act I

Gable descended the stairs as their mother approached them. They greeted each other with kisses on the cheek and their mother clasped their shoulders. “Gable, you are coming of age today and need to get married. We will be having a ball tomorrow for you to find a suitable spouse.”

Gable gently took their mother’s hands off their shoulders. “Mother, today’s my birthday, could this not have waited until tomorrow? I wanted to spend some time with my friends, maybe go hunting with them.”

“Yes, I know you want to go be with your friends, but you cannot keep this lifestyle up forever. What will you do when I finally pass away and you must take the throne?”

“That hasn’t happened yet, so I haven’t thought about it. Besides, you’ll be alive for many more years. We have the best doctors around and you have been pretty good about keeping up your health. Surely I will be much older when it comes time to think about those things.”

The Queen sighed and once again placed her hand on Gable’s shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“The future is never set in stone. Just think about who you want to marry at least before tomorrow for me?”

“I suppose I can do that.”

Gable reached up to grab their mother’s hand and squeezed it gently.

“Thank you,” she said.

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A few hours passed filled with dancing, drinking, and talking amongst friends. Gable took a sip of their drink as their friend tried to tell them a story without laughing too much. The sun was starting to sink, but it was still light out.

The Queen stepped over to her child, tapping them gently on the shoulder to get their attention.

“Hmm? Yes, what do you want now?” They asked, not entirely sure as to why their mother was interrupting their conversation.

“Since I cannot stop you, I thought you might enjoy one last hunt with your friends,” the Queen said, bringing out a crossbow from behind her back. “It was your father’s and he would want you to have it.”

Gable stared down at the gift, gently taking it from her hands into their own. The two never really talked about their father, but Gable sometimes overheard stories from workers in the castle. He loved to hunt, a master with the crossbow.

“Thanks…” They said, trailing off and turning the weapon over in their hands.

Hildred took a look over their shoulder, wanting to see what Gable’s mother had given them.

“Ooooooooh, are we going on a hunt today?” She asked. “It’s been a while since we’ve done that.”

“Yes, we are. Get everyone together, we’ll leave in a few minutes.”

With that, Hildred ran off to get her own crossbow and Gable gave their mother a tight hug.

Act II

The group of friends walked out into the woods, having, of course, made an offering to the Forest Queen before stepping foot into the forest. They broke off in small groups to try and catch more game without disturbing the animals as easily.

Gable and Hildred walked together for some time before Gable got lost. They didn’t remember if they took a wrong turn or if Hildred had stopped and they just didn’t hear her say anything. Either way, they ended up alone in a clearing by a beautiful lake. They never realized it was there, but then again, they normally didn’t come this far into the woods on their own.

There appeared to be some swans on the lake, swimming around peacefully. Gable set their crossbow down and leaned up against a tree, watching the birds move across the surface of the lake. They couldn’t make a shot from here and didn’t want to risk them flying away if they got closer, but there was still something oddly calming about just watching the swans, distracting them from their thoughts.

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They couldn’t tell how much time had passed when they heard rustling behind them.

“Gable! There you are! We’ve been looking for you all evening! How’d you end up all the way out here?” Hildred shouted from behind them.

Gable jumped up at the sudden noise, hand reaching for the crossbow reflexively before realizing who it was.

“I don’t know. One second I was with you and the next I was here. Don’t worry about me though, I’ll be back later. I want to try and get one of those swans on the lake but too many people might scare them off.”

Hildred looked past them to the lake and saw the swans swimming in the center of the lake, which appeared golden in the setting sun.

“Alright, whatever you say Gable.” She said, patting their shoulder before yelling at the others to head back to the castle.

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As the sun continued to sink into the sky, Gable wondered if the swans would ever come ashore. Surely they needed to come back eventually. The sky turned golden, then pink, and finally an inky black, the moon and stars reflecting from the lake’s surface.

The swans finally came ashore when the moon rose just above the treeline. Gable slowly crept forward with their crossbow loaded and aimed at the most beautiful swan of all. This one even had an old crown on its head, styled like that of the rulers from decades ago. It must have fallen off into the lake long ago and been picked up by the swan.

Their finger hovered gently over the trigger as they found the best spot for a clean kill when the swan ducked down and began… changing shape? Gable kept the crossbow up as they approached, keeping to the trees so as not to disturb whatever it was that stood on the beach.

A figure stood up where the swan had been; a beautiful, slender man with silver hair and clothes stood up before them. Gable, unsure of what to do, kept the crossbow in front of them, aiming it past the person (or swan-person, as it was) in front of them and firing a warning shot into the lake.

The man jumped, cursing loudly and looking in Gable’s direction, searching for who fired the shot.

“I know you’re out there! You don’t scare me! Shoot again, I dare you!” He said, stretching his arms out wide.  

Gable sighed and lowered the crossbow, seeing that whoever this was, he was mostly harmless. They then stepped back into the clearing, making a show of putting the weapon on the ground, along with undoing the quiver along their waist and dropping it into the sand.

“Oh, so it was you, was it?”

“I thought you were a swan, that’s all.” Gable said, crossing their arms over their chest.

“Well, you see, I’m a different bird, but I can understand where you got confused.”

The man turned around and began dancing by himself on the beach, graceful like a bird, but still lonely.

“Care to join me?” He asked, extending a hand to Gable.

“Only if you tell me your name.”

“Travis, and yours?”

“Gable.” They said, moving forward to grab his hand. Gable was never one for dancing, but they let themselves be led by Travis, still unsure of what exactly he was.

“So… can you just change into a swan whenever you want or something?”

“I wish it were that easy. A long time ago, me and some friends were cursed by the Forest Queen for breaking one of her rules or something. I didn’t see what the big deal was, but she changed us into swans, allowing us to only be human at night.”

Gable stayed silent for a moment, thinking about what he just said.

“And after we were cursed to be swans forever, our families wept for years. Their tears make up the lake here. It wasn’t there when we were cursed…” He said trailing off, thinking about how his family had lived and died without him all those years ago.

“I… I’m very sorry for what happened to you. Is there a way to break this curse?” Gable asked, slowing down, but still moving with Travis in the dance.

Travis took a deep breath, coming to a stop.

“One of us needs to be someone’s first and only love. Only then will we be able to remain human and properly die of old age.”

At that Gable sat down in the sand, thinking about Travis’ response. Travis sat down next to them, leaning back and looking up at the stars.

“It’s not a bad life we lead, you know. We don’t age, injuries don’t last for longer than a day, we can’t really be killed.” He said.

“It must get lonely. Without being able to see your other friends and your family ever.” Gable said.

Travis was taken a little off guard by the statement. “Yeah, I suppose. You get used to it after a few years though.”

“But you shouldn’t have to. You shouldn’t have to be used to being a swan and being away from your family and friends. This isn’t right.”

There was a tense pause in the conversation as they both let what Gable said sink in.

“I…

“I’ve never been in love.” Gable says with a shaky breath.

Travis looks over at them, their eyes focused on the other side of the lake.

“Well, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?” Travis said, scooting a little closer to Gable.

Gable looked over at Travis for the first time since sitting down. “That would probably be the best place to start, huh.”

They began talking about their home, their friends, what they did when they weren’t training for being the next ruler of the kingdom, even how boring their training was. Slowly, they started relaxing, opening up to Travis more, as he also told them about his life before. The two laughed together, gently shoving each other when they said something ridiculous. Gable finally felt like they could be themself with someone and Travis had finally found someone to talk to that wasn’t one of his swan friends.

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By the time the moon began to sink behind the horizon, Gable realized just how long they had been out.

“I have to be going, but… you aren’t that bad.” They said, grinning.

“Likewise.” Travis said, standing up. He offered a hand to Gable to pull them up and into one last embrace.

Gable opened their mouth to say something, but they were interrupted by a loud voice behind them.

“Go, dance on the lake, my swans. Far away from shore, so this human cannot follow you.” It said. Travis jerked away from the hug and felt himself pulled towards the lake, dancing. From around the shore, his friends also came out with him.

“Travis!” Gable shouted, reaching out for him as he danced further and further towards the center of the lake. They tried to follow, but they sank  in the water instead of floating above it.

“I suggest you go home, young royal.” The voice behind them said.

A tear escaped from Gable’s eyes as they turned around, grabbed their crossbow and bolts, and walked home.

Act III

Gable awoke the next day after a fitful sleep. They only got two or three hours of it after coming home late from the hunt, having spent a large amount of time talking with that swan-prince bird person. They still didn’t know what to make of him, annoying sure, but maybe if they had met before, Gable would have been able to present him to their mother for today.

In either case, Gable needed to get ready for the big day ahead of them. The servants already had breakfast and their clothes ready so they could have enough time to get properly dressed for that evening’s events.

“Where were you last night, Gable?” Their mother asked, sitting across from them with her own food.

“Must’ve fallen asleep in the woods I suppose.” They said, taking another forkful of food.

“But Hildred told me that you told her to just leave you alone, that you would be back in an hour or two.”

“Did I? I guess I did. I think I fell asleep against that tree waiting for the animals to come into range or something.”

Their mother looked skeptical at that, but didn’t say anything else.

“You know you have to pick your future spouse tonight,” she said, handing her dishes to a servant waiting nearby.

“I am fully aware that you intend for me to do so, yes.”

“You need to marry so that after I die, our reign can continue. The choosing ceremony is a part of a long tradition--”

“Yes yes I am fully aware of all of these things, mother. I will attend if that will appease you but I will not be choosing a spouse tonight, nor any night for that matter.”

“What happens when you die? You have no heir? Who will take over this kingdom?”

“Maybe you and father should have had more kids. Then we wouldn’t be having this issue.”

At that their mother became furious. “Don’t you dare disrespect your father like that. You know we tried many times to have children and you were the only result of our efforts.”

Gable finished their breakfast, stood up, and walked away without saying anything else.

---

Gable sat in their ceremony clothes, fidgeting with the sleeves, thinking about Travis. There was no way he would be able to come in if he was a swan half the time and how would they explain to their mother how they met him in the first place?

It didn’t really matter.

Their mother walked in, an apologetic look on her face. “Gable, I am so sorry for how I acted at breakfast. I know this is difficult for you, but it is difficult for me too. I do not want to see my only child be lonely for the rest of their life, you know that. I am just thinking of you.”

Gable rolled their eyes. “I know, and I’ve told you over and over that marriage will not make me happy. I want this kingdom to prosper, but I don’t want to do it in the way you seem to think I should.”

Their mother sighed and moved to stand in front of Gable. She pulled a chair over and sat down, placing her hands on Gable’s and said “I really, truely, am sorry for all of this. I know that this is a stuffy old tradition, but at least try to pick a suitor tonight? Dance with them, have fun, maybe something will click with one of them.”

Gable clenched and unclenched their fists, thinking it over. They still didn’t really want to do this, and the whole ball itself felt very stupid and played up. “If I won’t be tied down by any decision I make, then yes, I can promise you at least that much I suppose.”

“Thank you,” their mother smiled, patting Gable’s hands before standing up to leave. “I will leave you to get ready then.”

---

Hours later, Gable stood at the top of the stairs as music swelled around the ballroom. They descended the stairs, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. Hildred was there, as were all of their hunting friends. Near them, was a line of young people, around Gable’s age, of various genders, waiting to see if Gable would select them to rule the kingdom.

Gable first walked over to Hildred and their friends.

“I can’t believe your mother did all this for you! Not nearly as stuffy as some of those events though,” Hildred said, pulling Gable into a hug.

Gable hugged her back. “I know. She still wants me to choose someone tonight so I can properly succeed her when the time comes, which hopefully for all of us, won’t be soon.”

Hildred chuckled at that.

“Well, you better go dance with your suitors. I’m sure they’re just as nervous as you are,” Hildred said, smirking.

“Yeah, probably.”

---

Gable moved across the dance floor, seamlessly flowing between dance partners, some suitors, some not. They would talk for the duration of the song playing and then move on, sometimes picking up after minutes or hours of separation. It wasn’t a bad night, but there were certainly places Gable would rather have been.

A gust of wind brushed past them as the doors opened. It was late and the air was cold, but still, someone decided to arrive hours late.

Gable looked over and saw one of their mentors and… Travis?

Gable let go of their current dance partner and made their way over to Travis.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” they said, offering a hand to shake.

“Oh I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he responded, taking their hand and bringing it to his lips. Something about his whole demeanor felt odd, but they had only spent one night together, so there were certainly things they wouldn’t know about each other.

“Well I’m glad you made it. Would you care for a dance?” Gable pulled him closer before he could respond and merged into the dancing crowd together.

---

A lone man walked up to one of the many windows around the ballroom and looked inside. He knew his presence would not be appreciated by Gable’s family and the guests, as much as he wanted to go in and torture them with his presence.

His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the person they had spent much of the day thinking about. He saw them dancing with another man, one who looked an awful lot like Travis himself. He wanted to run inside and break the two up and steal Gable away to live in the woods and annoy them with bird jokes for the rest of their life, maybe even break this damn curse.

Travis moved over to the door and just as he pushed it open, his stomach dropped.

“I think… I’m in love with you,” Gable said, pulling the fake Travis closer.

“I cannot believe you would fall for this,” Travis shouted from the door, drawing everyone’s attention. “This fake man pretending to be me, and for what? Clout? And you just believed him when he told you he was me?”

Gable looked slowly between the two men, trying to process what was happening. There were two Travises and one of them was very, very angry right now. But Gable didn’t have time to process things as the other Travis ran out the door and towards the woods. The “Travis” that they had been dancing with transformed, growing an inch or two and visibly changing his face and body, revealing someone else entirely.

Gable ran out after Travis as fast as they could.

Act IV

“Travis! Travis I’m sorry!” Gable shouted, running for the lake where they had met just yesterday. That felt like years ago now.

“How could you not know it was a fake? A fake me!” Travis’ voice echoed from ahead of them.

Gable didn’t say anything else. They had thought it wasn’t really him that they were dancing with, but never said anything.

They approached the beach, Travis sitting in the sand, head in his hands. “I trusted you, you know.”

“I… I know.”

“I wanted to come to the ball too. Bother you in front of your friends. But I guess I didn’t need to. Mr. Fakey Fake came and replaced me huh?”

“You know I didn’t mean--”

“Do I know that, though? How do I know you’re being sincere?”

Gable sighed and sat next to Travis in the sand, resting a hand on his arm. “I don’t know. I don’t know how I can show you that, how I can make it up to you, even if you are a little bit of a bastard. I could make the grandest of gestures, say all the right words, but it wouldn’t mean anything.”

Travis looked up at the touch, into Gable’s eyes as they spoke. He sighed, too, dropping his hands to the sand. “You’re right. I would have to just trust that you wouldn’t do it again. The only problem is, you can’t break our curse anymore.”

“Why’s that?”

“Only someone who’s never been in love and who falls in love with one of us swan-people can break it. I told you this already didn’t I?”

Gable just shook their head, not recalling any conversation like that happening.

Travis rolled his eyes and stood up. He offered a hand to Gable. “Would you share this dance with me anyway?”

Gable took his hand and stood up, pulling him close to dance with.

And the two swayed together, moving across the beach for a few peaceful minutes. They shared some jokes and toes were stepped on (by accident, of course), until the Forest Queen interrupted them.

She coughed loudly, not intending to be subtle about her presence as someone else appeared from the treeline behind her.

“Royal Gable, did you not promise to marry the man standing beside me? Did you not declare your love for him over the swan you are standing with now?” She asked.

Gable turned to face her, letting go of Travis except for his hand. “You tricked me into saying that! I have no love for that man, only for Travis, as stupid as he may be.”

“Hmm… indeed you were. But it still stands that your love with Travis will be forbidden, for now he cannot become human and your mother would never allow it. Tiberius, my wonderful son, on the other hand, is a human and is more than delighted to become your husband and to help the kingdom grow and prosper.”

Gable turned to look at Travis.

“Will you trust me now?” They said, looking into his eyes and gripping his hand tightly.

“Do I have any other choice?”

Gable smiled and rolled their eyes, pulling him with them towards the water. The water rose up to their knees, hips, chest, neck, eyes, and when their heads were covered they kept running anyway. Gable pulled Travis into a tight embrace as the last of their breaths left their bodies.

Epilogue

The other swans, who were humans for the night, came out of the forest and watched, as Travis and Gable ran into the water away from the Forest Queen.

“I’m certainly n-not sorry to see him go.” Dref said, watching the ripples slowly die off where the two went under.

“Hey, c’mon! Travis was a good friend and you just won’t admit it,” someone else said, clapping Dref on the back.

“Jonnit, I know you haven’t kn-known Travis as long as I have, but you would h-hate him if you spent more than twenty minutes with him after a-a hunt.”

“You’re probably right, but that doesn’t mean we won’t both miss him, right?”

“That’s certainly o-one way of putting it.”

The rest of the flock had now gathered around the beach, and together they watched as the souls of Travis and Gable danced together into the sky.

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Chapter 1; In Which Death Awaits and a Plot is Hatched

"You're fucking persistent, I'll give you that," Izar growled, planting his foot in the snow and pivoting around to face the wards. He slammed his hands on the wards, causing a deep resonance to sound across the snowy grounds. He was lifted off his feet and sent flying. Izar clenched his lips together before he gave a delighted laugh, not even stopping as he was deposited harshly onto the ground. He spread his arms out around his body, making tracks in the snow beneath him. Odd… he never had made a snow angel before.  Izar leaned his head into the snow, ignoring the eerie quiet that reverberated across the grounds. The army was flabbergasted at what had just happened, Izar knew. Though, hopefully they were impressed, because he was even impressed with himself. Sadly, it didn't take long for the fighting to continue for he heard magic and curses being passed back and forth between the crowds a few yards away from his current position. Chaos would erupt shortly. The two groups were still in quiet surprise over the areas lack of magic. Soon, the students and the professors would either herd together inside the castle, escape, or join the fray. Until that time… Izar kicked his arms and legs out, creating a snow angel beneath him. His green eyes stared at the sky above him, observing the snowflakes as they slowly drifted into focus. Without the soft and yellowed glow from Hogwarts, the only thing left to light the grounds was the half moon and the curses being released from their owners' wands. He smiled thinly, finding himself feeling rather numb despite the situation that transpired earlier. He issued a controlled moan. "What… are you doing?" Izar gave the towering man a look of disdain. "Exactly what it looks like, My Lord." Voldemort's lips thinned as he watched Izar create a deeper snow angel. "They did warn me that the insanity was strong within you. Obviously, I hadn't given it proper consideration." A pause. "Until now." While his Master’s tone was light in his mocking, Izar could see the man deeper than that. There was a knowing glint in the crimson eyes as they watched Izar in the snow. The Dark Lord believed Izar was averting his focus and attention away from reality in order to avoid thinking about his near-death experience. Was he? Possibly… no, most certainly. He had almost been absorbed into the castle’s wards. Izar had been taken off-guard. There was this nagging feeling that Izar could have prevented everything that transpired in the last few minutes.  -- Did the above introduction catch your interest? I sincerely hope so. I also hope that, from there, your eyes continue on, trifling through this post, absorbing the information I offer and nurturing a growing interest that will lead you to my door. Writing is not just a pass-time. It's an adventure, an extravagant and deeply fulfilling world created for our very own enjoyment - this is the reason I am now here in search of partners. Optimistically thinking, I have not scared too many of you away with my mutterings and lavish vocabulary! Let's move on, shall we? Who am I? Online I go by the alias Ariikos Melanthios, but Ari or Arik is just fine. I'm a 19+ British Roleplayer employed by a fabulous company that sometimes requires my absolute attention and - at other times - lets me relax within my home while they look for something for me to do.  I can reply a minimum of once a day, often more, but attempt to always assure my partner when I need to delay a response. I play both male and female characters (as well as those between and far from that spectrum) and am open to all pairings, with experience thereof. How do I write? Usually over email or google docs, but I could always give letters a try! Sorry, that was a poor attempt at humour. My posts tend to cross the line of 1000 words as a constant, but can sometimes dip below when replies require a faster-paced thought process, such as in combat or conversation. They also have a tendency to far surpass that, such as in the case of a recent roleplay in which my starter post was over 5000 words! Fear not, weary traveller! At no point will I expect you to match these lengths, only wishing for a response that carries your half of the story. I'd be happy to share some examples upon contact - just ask. Am I missing anything?  Probably. Almost definitely, so feel free to ask any questions. I'm not particularly shy! So, what do I want from you? - 3rd person, multi-paragraph to novella, eligible responses.  - Active participation in the musing and creation process.  - Uses Google Docs or Email for roleplay reponses, and either Google Hangouts or Discord for musing (sorry the Discord word limit is too much of a hassle). Fandom's or Originals? I enjoy roleplaying in both, so let me know what you're interested in. I will not play a Canon for your OC, or a Canon/Canon relationship 99% of the time. However, you may be the single person to convince me of otherwise if the plot is juicy enough! - Harry Potter; please bring me your ideas. This is my favourite series (if you couldn't tell from the opener) and I can do anything from starting with kids in their first year, to Professors or Aurors. Good guys or bad guys. AUs, Crossovers or Canon!  - Dragon Age; huge nerd of this game, please send any ideas my way, including obscure settings in the general universe but separate from the canon storylines. All of the games are fantastic! - MCU; comics and films, preference towards X-Men but generally open to anything. - The Witcher; books, games or TV series! - Telltale The Walking Dead; a little more obscure, but believe it could make for an interesting take on the original story.  - Star Trek; new or old generation, or our own take! - Resident Evil; preference towards the films, but familiar with the games too.  - Sword Art Online - Doctor Who; any doctor, or our own. Honestly, I'm missing so many here, but just ask and I probably know it! If not, I'm always willing to do the research and put in the effort.  Onto original plots - in general I want to create a world with you! - Fantasy - Sci-Fi - Urban - Dystopia - Mythology - Medieval - Superpowers - Darker Themes - etc I'm usually up for anything though I'm not a huge fan of slice-of-life. Anything with action and I'm in. Well, I think that's about everything. If you've made it this far, congratulations! Please introduction yourself upon first contact, letting me know what you're looking for! If you can provide information about yourself, your likes and dislikes then you'd gain extra points in my book! You will absolutely be judged by your introduction, aha.  Find me @ Ariikos#3683 AriikosMelanthios@gmail.com Looking forward to hearing from you!

[triptuckers]

Morning sickness (Pavel Chekov)

Request: Yes: Hey! If it’s okay, could you write an imagine featuring Pavel Chekov + Female Reader where both the reader and Chekov find out they are expecting a baby and they ask Captain Kirk if they can if transferred off the Enterprise to raise their baby on earth. Thought it would be a nice tribute to Anton Yelchin without killing Chekov off, if they ever did make a possible sequel. Thanks!! Pairing: Pavel Chekov x female!reader Summary: The request itself is a pretty good summary!! Warnings: None  Word count: 2.8K A/N: I got this request and oh my god this is so cute I love Pavel. Also, this is my first Star Trek request!! Thank you so much for requesting this. It took me a bit longer than I intended, because I started college a few days ago and all the travelling is something I have to get used to. Anyway, to the one who requested this, I hope you like it, enjoy reading!!

You open your eyes and for a brief moment, you’re not sure what woke you. But then you feel your stomach and you quickly untangle your legs from Pavel’s. You throw the sheets off of you and hurry to the little bathroom. Just as your knees hit the ground, you throw up into the toilet. You hear footsteps approaching and someone holds your hair back with one hand and rubs your back with the other. When you’re done, you flush the toilet and sit up, resting your back against the wall.

‘Are you okay, my love?’ says Pavel’s soft voice. You close your eyes and nod. You feel how Pavel wipes your mouth and cheeks with a piece of paper. You then feel a hand pressed to your forehead. You open your eyes and see Pavel’s face inches away from yours. ‘Hmm, you don’t have a fever.’ mumbles Pavel. You rest you hand on his knee as you look at him. ‘Pav, I’m fine. It’s probably just some food that wasn’t fresh. It’s nothing.’ you say. Pavel looks at you knowingly. ‘Are you saying that because it’s the truth or because you want me to believe it so you can just go to work tomorrow?’ he says. You chuckle. ‘Both.’ you say. Pavel stands up and holds both of his hands out to you. You take them and he pulls you up.

‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ he asks again. You smile and kiss his cheek. ‘I’m fine, I’m just tired. Let’s just go to sleep, yeah? We both have an eight-hour shift tomorrow, and I don’t want you to work that long without getting a decent amount of sleep.’ you say. Pavel agrees with you, and the two of you walk back to the bed. It’s far from a king size bed, given that it’s meant for one person. But you rarely stayed at your own quarters. The bed fits you and Pavel, and you both sleep better if you’re together, so you figured you’d just stay with Pavel. You cuddle closer to Pavel and rest your head on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat and after a while, to the soft snores coming from him. Shortly after that, you drift off as well.

Scotty’s voice wakes you and you slowly lift your head. You turn your head to try to find out where the sound is coming from. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up. Pavel’s arm falls off your body, but he doesn’t wake up. You groan when you find out the sound is coming from the yellow shirt Pavel was wearing the day before. You get out of bed and walk over to the chair he put the shirt on. You search for his communicator and find it in one of the pockets of the black pants laying underneath the shirt. 

‘Scotty?’ you say and you rub your eyes again. ‘Mornin’ Y/N!’ he says happily. ‘Would you mind waking Chekov for me?’ No one was surprised if you answered Pavel’s communicator or if he answered yours. Everyone knew you always stay at Pavel’s quarters, so that’s always the first place anyone goes when it’s late and they’re looking for you. ‘Give me a minute.’ you say and you walk back to the bed. You sit down on the bed and kiss Pavel’s cheek.

‘Pav?’ you say softly and you run a hand through his curls. He hums and you chuckle. ‘Pavel, wake up. Scotty needs you.’ you say. He opens one of his eyes and looks at you. ‘What?’ he says in a low, morning voice. His accent is always thicker in the morning. ‘Scotty needs you.’ you repeat and you hand him the communicator. Pavel groans before taking the communicator from you. ‘Mr. Scott?’ he says. ‘Sorry to wake you, but we’re going to need you down here. One of the new guys messed around with the controls and now everything is in Russian. We can’t find out how to put it back to English. Any translation Lieutenant Uhura tried didn’t work.’ says Scotty. ‘I’m on my way.’ says Pavel. He hands you the communicator back and sits up. ‘Sorry, my love, but I am afraid we have to skip morning cuddles.’ says Pavel and he kisses your forehead. ‘That’s okay. We have tonight.’ you say. Pavel smiles at you before he quickly puts on his clothes and runs a hand through his hair. 

‘By the way, did you feel sick when you woke up?’ asks Pavel. ‘No.’ you answer. ‘Why?’ ‘Because if you did, you should go see Doctor McCoy.’ You chuckle. ‘Pavel. I threw up once. I don’t have to go see a doctor because I threw up one time.’ you say. ‘Just to be sure you could-‘ ‘Pav, honey, I am fine.’ you interrupt him. Pavel nods at you and gets up off his place next to you on the bed. He’s about to leave when you call him back. ‘Pavel!’ you say. He turns around to look at you. You raise your eyebrows at him. He smiles, knowing what you mean. Pavel quickly walks up to you and presses a loving kiss to your lips. ‘See ya.’ says Pavel and he runs off. ‘Bye.’ you say.

Throughout the day, you write reports, you help Spock with his research, and you do a number of other things. Around lunch time, you start to feel dizzy again. You don’t throw up, but you do feel sick the rest of the day. You have an hour left of your shift when you decide to call it a day and you head to Pavel’s quarters. As soon as you open the door, you let yourself fall on the bed. One of your hands rests on your stomach and you lay the other over your eyes. You don’t know for how long you’ve been laying there when you hear the doors open. 

‘Y/N?’ you hear a soft voice calling you. You remove your hand from your face and open your eyes. Pavel is looking at you with a worried look on his face. ‘Hey Pav.’ you say softly. ‘What is going on?’ asks Pavel. ‘Just tired.’ you lie. Pavel sighs deeply. ‘If you’re still sick tomorrow morning, you go to Doctor McCoy.’ says Pavel. ‘Fine.’ you say. ‘Can I at least get my night cuddles? Given that I didn’t get my morning cuddles.’ Pavel smiles at you and nods. ‘Been waiting for it all day.’ he says.

When you wake up, Pavel is still asleep next to you. You take a moment to look at him. His chest rises slowly as he’s breathing. His face is turned toward you and you smile to yourself and lean in to kiss the top of his nose. You want to keep looking at him but you feel your stomach again. You get up as quietly as you can, not wanting to wake the sleeping man next to you. You tiptoe to the bathroom and try to throw up as quiet as you can. But after a few minutes you hear footsteps approaching you. You flush the toilet and look up to see Pavel looking down at you. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and raises his eyebrows at you.

‘Yeah, I know. I’ll go see Bones today.’ you say. Pavel holds out his hand and you take it. He pulls you up and looks at you. ‘Is it just your stomach?’ he asks. ‘Or is there more?’ ‘No, just throwing up, that’s all.’ you say. You look at Pavel and notice the way he’s looking at you. ‘Pavel, I promise you, it’s just the throwing up. I’m sure Bones knows what’s wrong with me and I’m sure he knows how to fix it.’ you assure him. Pavel nods and kisses your forehead. ‘Thank you.’ he says. ‘Thank you for caring about me.’ you say. ‘You know I’m too stubborn to look after myself.’ Pavel chuckles. ‘Of course, Y/N. I love you.’ he says. ‘I love you too.’ you say and you lean in to kiss him.

The doors open and you’re quick to spot Leonard McCoy in the room. He’s frowning while looking at some papers. He looks up when he notices someone entered the room. ‘Morning.’ he says. ‘Hi.’ you say as you walk up to him. ‘Everything alright?’ he asks you. ‘That’s my opinion.’ you mumble to yourself. ‘Look, I’ve been throwing up lately. And though I think it’s nothing, Pavel insisted I’d go see you to find out what’s going on with me.’ Bones briefly raises his eyebrows and he walks to one of the beds. He pats on the bed. ‘Come sit down so I can assure Chekov you’re fine.’ he says. You do as he says and Bones begins to check you for any unusual things. 

‘Huh. Well, that’s weird.’ mumbles the doctor to himself. ‘What is it?’ you ask immediately. ‘We’re going to make a scan, okay?’ he says. ‘Why?’ you ask. ‘Just to get some clarification, that’s all.’ says Bones and he walks with you to a different part of the room. He tells you to lay down and lay still. You do as he says. It’s probably nothing, you say to yourself. If there was something seriously wrong with you, Bones would react very differently, and he’d probably call in Captain Kirk right away. Once the scan is finished, Bones tells you to come over. You get off the bed and walk over to him. He points at the screen in front of you and you look at it. You gasp softly when you see the image. ‘Might want to tell your lover boy you’re expecting.’ says Bones. ‘Is that- Am I… Am I pregnant?’ you say softly. ‘The scan’s pretty accurate, darling.’ chuckles Bones. ‘Congratulations.’ ‘I- Thank you. I have to talk to Pavel.’ you say and you can’t help but to smile brightly. ‘Yeah you should. Go tell him you’re more than fine.’ says Bones. You nod at him and quickly leave. You couldn’t believe it. This explains it all.

You quickly make your way to the bridge, where Pavel is. You walk up to him and he’s surprised to see you. ‘Y/N! What are you doing here?’ he says. ‘I need to talk to you.’ you say. ‘Alright, but I don’t know if the Captain would-‘ He can’t finish his sentence because you’re already walking away from the bridge, holding his hand. Pavel keeps asking you what’s going on, but you don’t respond until you’ve entered his quarters. You turn around and look at him. ‘Are you finally going to tell me why you dragged me away like that?’ he says. You smile at him.

‘Morning sickness is something that occurs when you’re pregnant.’ you say. Pavel looks at you confused for a moment. But then his face lights up and he steps closer to you. ‘Are you?’ he says. You nod happily. ‘Oh my god!’ yells Pavel excitedly and he wraps his arms around your waist, lifts you in the air and spins you around. You laugh loudly as you hold on to him. When he puts you down, he rests his forehead against yours. ‘I am the luckiest, the luckiest,man in the entire galaxy.’ says Pavel and you chuckle and kiss him.

Unfortunately, you and Pavel both have a shift to finish. You want to spend the rest of the day with him, but you can’t just abandon your work. You did agree to head over to Pavel’s quarters as soon as your shift ends. The hours go by slowly and the other crewmen seem to notice your mind is somewhere else, but they don’t mention it and let you work. As soon as your shift is over, you quickly make your way to Pavel’s quarters. You open the door to find him already there. He smiles brightly at you.

‘Hi.’ you say as you walk over to him. He gives you a long kiss and you smile. ‘I thought we could have a drink, but since you can’t have any alcohol now, I made us tea. I hope that’s okay with you?’ he says and you feel your heart melt. ‘Tea is perfect, thank you.’ you say. You and Pavel sit down and he hands you a cup of tea. You’re quiet for a few minutes as you sip your tea. He made it just how you like it. You notice Pavel looking at you out of the corner of your eye. ‘Are you going to stop staring at me any time soon, pretty boy?’ you say and you can’t help but to smile. You turn your head and you’re not surprised when your eyes immediately meet his. Pavel shakes his head as he looks at you in awe. ‘No.’ he says. He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You blush and playfully roll your eyes at him. After all this time he still managed to make you feel like a 12 year old school girl.

‘I love you.’ says Pavel. ‘I love you too.’ you say and you take another sip of your tea. ‘Pav?’ you say. He hums in response, still looking at you. ‘During the day, I got some time to think. I think we should go back to earth. I want our son or daughter to be able to grow up on earth, and not on a spaceship.’ you tell him. Pavel nods. ‘Just like I thought. Do you know how dangerous it is to be on a spaceship? We should be able to let our little boy grow up safe.’ he says. ‘Little boy, huh?’ you say. ‘Someone has preferences.’ Pavel chuckles. ‘I am fine with a boy or a girl.’ he says. ‘But a boy would be nice.’ he adds to it. You laugh softly and finish your tea. ‘How about we talk to the Captain first thing tomorrow?’ says Pavel. ‘Yeah, sure.’ you say.

The next morning you and Pavel get up earlier, given that you agreed to go talk to Captain Kirk. The two of you hold hands as you walk through the halls. It’s not as crowded as it normally is, which you are grateful for. Pavel can’t keep his eyes off you, and every time you look his way you catch him looking at you. Once the doors to the bridge open, you look around the room. You spot him talking to Spock and walk up to him. ‘Captain?’ you say. ‘Sorry for interrupting, but Pavel and I have something we want to discuss with you.’ Captain Kirk looks at you and nods. He points to a door, gesturing you to enter the room. Once the three of you are inside the Captain turns to you and Pavel. ‘First off, thank you for dragging me away of Spock. I had a feeling he was about to lecture me again.’ he says and he chuckles. ‘What is it you wanted to talk to me about?’ You look at Pavel and he smiles at you.

‘Well, we found out yesterday that we’re expecting.’ you say to the Captain. ‘Really? That’s great news, congratulations!’ he says. ‘Thank you.’ you say. ‘We want to ask if we can return to earth. We want to raise our son or daughter in a safe place, not in space.’ says Pavel. ‘You want to be transferred off Enteprise?’ says Captain Kirk and he looks at you and Pavel. ‘Yes.’ you say. ‘I mean, I get it, of course. I get that you want what’s best for your baby. But we’ll miss two of our best crewmen.’ says Captain Kirk. You smile at him. ‘I really do get it. Don’t worry, I’ll tell Starfleet and I’m sure they’ll understand. I’ll let you know once it’s settled.’ ‘Thank you Captain.’ says Pavel. ‘I do expect a call when the first Enterprise baby is born.’ says Captain Kirk and you laugh. ‘Will do, Captain.’ you say. Pavel takes your hand again and the two of you leave the room. ‘I’ll be late tonight, I’m taking over a shift.’ you say as you walk through the halls. ‘Are you sure working late is good for you?’ says Pavel and you laugh. ‘Pav, I’ll be fine. Just a few more shifts and then we can go home, and you don’t have to worry about me anymore.’ you say. ‘I’ll always worry about you because I care about you.’ says Pavel and you turn to smile at him. ‘I love you, Pavel.’ you say and he smiles as well. ‘I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.’ he says and he kisses you before pulling you in a tight hug. You’re already looking forward to spending time on earth with him. You’ll miss Enterprise and the crew, but starting a family with Pavel is all you want at the moment.

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Me First

Fandom: Star Trek AOS. Pairing: Leonard McCoy X Female Reader. Word Count: 2844. Genre: fluff. Rating: all ages. Summary: Modern AU.  When your daughter gets sick and her pediatrician’s office can’t see her in a timely fashion, you take her in to a local walk in clinic.  The last thing you expect is to wind up a patient, too, and to find yourself smitten with the doctor. Beta: @starshiphufflebadger. Note: inspired by a conversation I had with @kittycat-cas. 

You sigh inwardly as your daughter clings to your leg, staunchly refusing to let you lift her up to sit on the exam table beside you.  You don’t blame her for being scared of doctors’ visits, but it’s still frustrating attempting to get her to cooperate.  You have no idea when or why she developed the anxiety, but you’re sure it - like most things - is temporary and will abate on its own in time.  In the meantime you’ve just resigned yourself to helping her work through it.

Leaning past her as you wait for the doctor, you deposit your coat and your purse on a nearby chair, freeing your arms to help your daughter with her own layers.  You glance around as she shucks her jacket, taking in the posters on the walls of the unfamiliar exam room.  You’ve never been to this particular walk-in clinic before, but your daughter’s pediatrician is on vacation and your own doctor is booked solid so you have little choice but to see someone else.  The prospect of seeing an unfamiliar doctor is only fueling your daughter’s fear, but she’s had a fever for a few days and you’re concerned that it needs attention sooner rather than later.

“Do you think you can sit on the bed for me?”  You ask softly.  “I’ll be right beside you, but it’ll make it much easier for the doctor that way.”

She shakes her head.

“What if I sit beside you?”  You coax.

She doesn’t agree, but she doesn’t shake her head either.  Counting it as a victory, you gently pry her off of your leg and look down, smiling in a reassuring way.  You scoop her up easily, sitting her on the bed and keeping one hand on her shoulder to keep her calm as you clamber up beside her.  You swing your legs a little, keeping one hand on your daughter’s back and playing a game of “I spy” to pass the time.

A knock on the door distracts you both and you feel your daughter stiffen.  The door swings inward a moment later, admitting who you can only assume is the doctor, going by his white coat and the stethoscope hung around his neck.  You smile warmly in greeting as he closes the door and turns to look at you and your daughter, and your heart skips a little as you realize how handsome he is.

“Hello, I’m Dr. McCoy,” he says warmly with a smile of his own.  “And this must be Isabelle.”

“Bella,” your daughter murmurs quietly from where she’s buried her face in your sweater.

“Bella, then,” the doctor agrees.  “What seems to be the trouble?”

You gently rub your daughter’s back as she clings to you, desperately trying to focus on your words rather than on the doctor’s hazel eyes and friendly smile.

“She’s had a fever for a few days,” you explain.  “A bit of a cough, too.  I’m sure it’s just a virus and a total waste of your time, but I wanted to have her checked just in case.”

“A mother’s worry is never a waste of time,” the doctor assures you.  “Have you given her anything to relieve the symptoms?”

You nod.

“I’ve been giving her Tylenol for the fever, but it’s just not breaking,” you reply.  “The cough hasn’t been too bad, though, so I’ve just been keeping an eye on it.”

Dr. McCoy nods and sets down the chart he’s holding.  He slowly moves in closer to the exam table, crouching down so he’s nearer your daughter’s level.  He keeps his expression friendly as he engages her, trying to get her to come out of hiding.

“Bella, darlin’, do you think it would be okay if I gave you a quick check up?”  He asks her softly.  “It’ll help me figure out what’s wrong so that I can do my best to help make you feel better.”

“I’m not sick,” Bella insists, briefly peeking out from where she’s hiding.  “I wanna go home.”

“Well, then, how about you let me take a look so we can prove to your mom that she has nothing to worry about?”  He suggests, glancing up at you and flashing you a wink that makes you weak in the knees.  “And maybe we can rustle up a sucker and a sticker for you for being a brave girl once you’re all done.”

Bella turns her head a little further at the blatant bribery, finally meeting the doctor’s gaze.

“Can I have the treats first?”  She asks shyly.

The doctor chuckles.

“You know, I’ve got a little girl of my own about your age,” he says.  “She doesn’t like the doctor much either.  She finds it helps make her feel better if the doctor explains everything he’s doing so she’s not surprised by anything.  Do you think maybe that would help you?”

Bella considers his words for a few seconds, then nods slowly.  Dr. McCoy smiles, rising to his full height and stepping away for a moment, returning with a thermometer.  He holds it up for Bella’s inspection and she eyes it warily.

“I’m sure your mom’s checked your temperature lots of times before,” he says.  “So if you’re more comfortable that way, I can have her check it now, too.”

Bella shrinks back, clinging to your sweater again.

“Mommy first,” she squeaks.

You smile wryly, keeping a protective arm around her as she leans into you.

“Sorry about that,” you murmur quietly.  “Lately she’s felt more comfortable with unfamiliar experiences if I go first, so me first, I guess.”

The doctor smiles warmly, nodding in understanding.

“No problem at all,” he assures you, turning his attention back to Bella with a wink.  “That just means we get to give mommy a checkup to make sure she’s healthy, too.”

Bella smiles a little, relaxing as she watches the doctor move toward you.  You sit up straight, turning your head a little as he places the thermometer probe in your ear.  It only takes a few seconds to get a reading and he glances briefly at the readout before turning it around to show your daughter.

“No fever for mommy,” he explains.  “Now let’s see about you.”

Bella watches attentively as he moves away to replace the probe cover before coming back.  She sits still, her hand grasping at the hem of your sweater, and allows Dr. McCoy to check her temperature.  He’s done in a matter of moments, and he gives your daughter a thumbs up as he checks the reading.

“Great job,” he says.  “You do have a fever, but that just means your body is doing a really good job of fighting the germs that are making you sick.”

Bella beams proudly at the praise, her grip on your sweater easing a little.  She watches the doctor closely as he sets the thermometer aside and moves on, showing her what he’s going to do and using you as a model.  He checks both you and your daughter’s ears and throats without incident.  As he moves on to check your lymph nodes, though, you have to fight to suppress a shiver.  His hands are warm and gentle and you curse yourself inwardly as he explains to your daughter was he’s doing, blessedly taking no notice of your discomfiture.  

You’re both relieved and a little bit sad when he pulls away to examine your daughter instead, missing his touch and scolding yourself for it.  You absolutely cannot let yourself have a crush on a likely married, impossibly attractive doctor that you’ll probably never see again.  You have enough things to think about without daydreaming about his handsome face and deft hands…

“Ms. Y/L/N?”  His voice calls, shaking you out of your reverie.

“Hm?”  You intone wordlessly, trying not to look guilty at your clear lack of attention.

“I was just about to show Bella how I’m going to listen to her heart and lungs,” he explains.  “Would you mind removing your sweater?”

You nod, feeling heat fill your cheeks.  You can feel your heart pounding in your chest and you know you’re doomed: he’s going to hear it racing away and there’ll be no excusing it.  You resign yourself to your fate as you disentangle your sweater from Bella’s grasp and pull it off over your head, leaving you in a tank top.

Dr. McCoy flashes you a friendly smile as he steps closer, his lab coat brushing your knees as he leans in with his stethoscope at the ready.  You bite the inside of your cheek as he reaches behind you to press the stethoscope to your back, his free hand resting on your shoulder.  He’s close enough that you catch just a faint hint of some sort of soap or cologne; something light and fresh.  Your already-elevated heart rate ratchets up even further as the scent engulfs you and you stiffen a little.  If Dr. McCoy notices, he doesn’t say anything.

He pulls back a moment later and moves the stethoscope to your chest.  The lower cut of the tank top gives him direct access to your skin and his fingertips brush just beneath your collarbone as he pauses to listen, making you feel almost dizzy.  You haven’t been this infatuated with someone in a very long time and it’s making you feel like a schoolgirl again.  Cursing your body’s betrayal, you keep quiet and let him finish, not daring to look at him in case his expression is knowing.  You would be mortified.

You breathe a sigh of relief when he pulls away a moment later and turns his attention back to Bella.  You watch as she giggles as he offers her the stethoscope.

“Do you want to try it?”  He asks her.  “It’s pretty neat.”

Bella nods excitedly, reaching out for the instrument.  She allows Dr. McCoy to help her put it on and you can’t help but smile at how adorable she looks as he presses it to her chest.  She gasps and opens her mouth in surprise as the sound of her heartbeat reaches her ears and she laughs in delight.  She listens closely for a few moments before reaching over and tugging on your arm.

“Mommy, mommy!  Can I listen to your heartbeat?”

You chuckle softly, nodding and leaning in closer so that the stethoscope reaches.  Dr. McCoy presses it to your chest again and you hazard a glance up at him as he holds it in place, letting Bella’s excitement replace her anxiety.  His expression is impassive and you allow yourself to hope, perhaps foolishly, that he hasn’t noticed your reactions to his touch.

“Wow, mommy, your heart is so fast!”

Your blood runs cold at your daughter’s exclamation and you let out a nervous laugh before you can think to stop it.

“Mommy’s got a lot on her mind, sweetheart,” you say quickly.  “It’s called stress and you’ll learn all about it when you’re older.”

Thankfully Dr. McCoy withdraws at that moment, taking his stethoscope back and sparing you a sympathetic glance.  You do your best to arrange your features into a mask of calm as he moves on to focus on Bella again and you’re grateful for her stifled laughter as it covers up the sound of your quickened breathing.

The rest of the exam is a breeze and goes by in a flash, and you’re almost disappointed as he steps aside to call for one of his nurses and make a few notes in Bella’s chart.  The nurse arrives moments later and Dr. McCoy comes back over to the exam table, giving Bella a warm smile.

“Bella, this is Chris, my best nurse,” he explains.  “She’s going to take you down the hall to pick out some stickers.  I just need to talk to your mom for a few minutes and then you’ll be free to go.  Sound good?”

“Yeah!”  Bella cheers.

She allows him to pick her up and set her on the ground, but before she can run off with the nurse you call after her.

“What do you say to the doctor, Bella?”  You ask.

“Thank you!”  She replies.

“You’re very welcome, darlin’,” he replies with a laugh.  “Now go on before someone takes all the good stickers.”

The nurse holds her hand out and Bella takes it, hurrying the woman out of the room in search of treats.  The door to the exam room glides closed in their wake and you’re left alone with Dr. McCoy.  You smile in what you hope is a neutral fashion and reach for your sweater.

“So, what’s the prognosis?”  You ask lightly.

“Your diagnosis was right on; it’s most likely a virus,” he explains.  “She’ll be just fine in a few more days.  In the meantime you can keep treating her symptomatically.”

You nod and move to put on your sweater, but Dr. McCoy stops you with a gentle hand on your knee.

“Not so fast,” he says.  “I’m not quite through with you.”

Your heart rate picks up again at his words and you lower your arms, letting your sweater drape over your lap.

“This visit wasn’t for me,” you insist politely.  “Really, I’m just fine!”

Dr. McCoy doesn’t look convinced.  He reaches out to grasp your wrist and his fingertips settle over your pulse as he glances down at his watch.

“Bella could be a great doctor one day; she was certainly right about your heart rate being on the high side,” he says lightly.  “Is this normal for you?”

“It gets like that when I’m under duress,” you mumble.

Dr. McCoy raises an eyebrow.

“Duress?”

“When I’m stressed out, or nervous, or smitten,” you blurt, immediately wishing you could take the words back.  “You know…”

The doctor hums wordlessly in acknowledgement as he moves on to check your blood pressure.  You avert your gaze as he works, looking anywhere but back at him, itching to jump off the table and make your escape, but also wanting to stay and have his hands on you just a little bit longer.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

You force yourself to meet his gaze as he addresses you.

“Y/N is fine,” you say.

“Well then, Y/N, I was just saying that while I’m sure there’s nothing serious going on, your elevated heart rate and blood pressure might warrant a follow up in a week’s time,” he explains.  “If I’m making you nervous, I encourage you to check in with your family doctor instead, otherwise I’ll leave word with the girls at the desk and they can book you back in to see me.”

“You’re not making me nervous!”  You assure him.  “Quite the opposite, actually.”

You’re worried you’ve implied something unwelcome and overstepped your bounds, but the easy smile and playful twinkle in his eye speak volumes.  Taking the plunge, figuring you’ll never have to see him again if your instincts are horribly misleading you, you smile back.

“Do you make house calls?”  You ask.

His gaze never wavers as he leans casually against the exam table beside you, slipping his free hand into his pocket.  He’s so impossibly good looking he might as well have been cut from a magazine cover and you’re suddenly glad for the table beneath you as a dizzying wave of attraction grips you.

“I don’t make a habit of it, but I think I might be persuaded to make an exception.”

You’re grasping at straws for some sort of a clever, flirtatious comeback when Bella’s voice outside the exam room door interrupts your moment with the doctor.  He straightens up and you hurriedly pull your sweater on as the door swings open.  Bella rushes toward you, her shirt covered sleeve to sleeve and hem to neckline in stickers of all shapes and colors.  You can’t help but laugh as you slip off of the exam table and she rushes to hug you around the legs.

“Ready to go, peanut?”  You ask.

“Mommy, mommy!”  She squeals.  “Nurse Chris let me pick as many stickers as I wanted!  And she gave me some suckers to take home, too!”

“Okay, okay, you can show me in the car,” you say with a laugh.

You reach for her coat, turning to look at the doctor as you make your way toward the door.

“Thank you again, Dr. McCoy,” you say warmly.  “And my number’s in Bella’s file in case you’d like to call and schedule that follow up.”

You wink at him, feeling your cheeks heat as he nods and gives you a friendly wave.

“I’ll be sure to do that, Y/N.”

As you and your daughter make your way down the hall, Christine comes to stand beside Dr. McCoy in the doorway you’ve just left, the two of them watching you go.  Chris glances up at him with a knowing smile.

“I’ll leave Bella’s file on your desk, next to your phone,” she says softly.  “And we’ll need to replace some of our sticker stock.  I’ll have the expense report on your desk by week’s end.”

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[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

Lost in Translation - Ch 10

Title: Lost in Translation

Fandom: Star Trek

Pairing: Mckirk

Rating: Lemon

Tags: minor character death, hurt, little bit of self destruction, stranded, smut down the line

Summary:

    “Attention citizens. This is the crew of the Enterprise asking for your aid. On Stardate 2264.78 a shuttle manned by our captain and fourteen cadets was ambushed by an unknown source and chased out of sight of our ship and into open space. Those cadets as well as our captain, James Tiberius Kirk, are still missing. We are asking anyone with any information on their whereabouts, or regarding the attack, to please contact the Enterprise immediately. Our family would appreciate any assistance you can give.” 

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A/N: Sooooo, yeah... no more nice easy going times for our boys in this chapter. Fair warning, i totally cried while writing this chapter.... good luck friends.

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Chapter 10

    Over the last few weeks Jim had found himself happier then he could ever remember being. He was still on a high from his time in Georgia with Len, and since returning to the academy the two of them had never been closer.

    His last class of the day had ended and he was racing to get home, home to Bones. He was practically running through the campus, excitement coursing through his body and urging him forwards because tonight he didn’t have to work, and neither did Len. It was rare when the two of them actually synced up with their schedules and both had time off together, but when they did they always made sure to make the most of it, even before Georgia. Jim knew this meant pizza ordered in, beer, and a movie night in their pj’s. thi was the usual routine for their nights off together, but since coming back from vacation they had started to add cuddling on the couch to their movie nights in.

    It would always go the same way. Pizza would be devoured and at least two beers each by the time the first half hour of the movie had passed, and right around the middle of the movie would hit, Len would reach out his arm for Jim to snuggle right up into his side. And sometimes, if Jim was brave enough, he would be able to get Len to lay on his back so Jim could sneak between his legs and lay on his chest with his head tucked under Len's chin. Movie night with Len was always Jim's favourite time, but with the recent cuddling addition it was more then he could express in words.

    Finally having made it across campus and into their building, he skipped waiting for the elevator and ran straight up the stairs three at a time. he was so excited he nearly took the door off its hinges when he burst inside, a smile wide on his face as he shouted out, “Bonesy, I'm home!” through their small academy suite.

    He toed off his shoes and dumped his bag at the door, looking around the living room and kitchen when he didn’t get an answer. He walked through the dorm looking from one side to the other but it seemed empty, though he knew Len was supposed to be home. He had no more classes for the week and was off for the next two days from the academy medbay. Jim had been looking forward to this night for two weeks since they got their work schedules.

    With only one other place he could be he headed towards their bedroom. He was just about to open the door when he heard shuffling followed by a loud crash on the other side and hurried in.

    “Bones?!” Len was practically running around the room, opening closets and dresser drawers, shoving piles of clothes into the duffel bags on his bed, completely tearing the place apart as Jim looked on in horror. “Bones, what the hell’s going on?!”

    When Len didn’t stop moving Jim jumped the bed between them and grabbed his shoulders before he could turn away again. When Jim took his face in his hands and brought it up to his he could see Len was crying. Tears still welling in his eyes and falling down his already stained cheeks. Jim's heart sunk into his stomach at the sight.

    “Bones, tell me what's wrong.” He tried to keep his voice steady.

    “It’s… it’s Gran, Jim,” he sucked in a shaking breath, “I got a call from a nurse at the hospital in Georgia. She was taken in an hour ago and they don’t think she's-”

    Len couldn’t finish his sentence but Jim knew what he meant. He pulled Len in and let him cry into his shoulder while he clutched the back of Jim’s shirt, and Jim ran his fingers through Len's hair at the nape of his neck, “We were just there, Bones, not three weeks ago. What happened?”

    He shook his head against Jim's neck, “I don’t know. The nurse said a friend who checks on her every morning stopped by and found her passed out in the living room. No one knows why yet, they were still doing tests and scans.”

    Jim nodded and after a minute lightly pushed Len back, “We gotta go then.”

    “You’ll come with me?”

    Jim took his face again and used his thumbs to wipe away the falling tears, bringing their foreheads together and whispered, “Of course, Bones.”

    “Good,” he reached around Jim to grab the two duffels on his bed, handing one to him, “cuz I already packed your bag.”

    Jim turned away for a moment, crossing to his side of the room to grab his passport and jacket from the dresser beside his bed.  He threw the duffle over his shoulder and took Len's arm guiding him towards the door, “I’ll call the shuttle port and get us some tickets on the way there.”

    “Thanks, Jim.”

    Hand in hand the two ran through the campus towards the bus terminals, both of them sending silent prayers to Gran.

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    When the shuttle arrived in Georgia they went straight to the hospital, not even bothering to stop by the house first. The grabbed a ride to the hospital from the port and where there in less then ten minutes. They didn’t even bother to wait for the elevators and ran up the stairs four at a time until they reached the third floor.

    Neither one of them stopped at the information desk, and neither one of them stopped when a nurse spotted them and came running out of the nurse’s station in the intensive care unit.

    “Mr. McCoy!” she shouted as she ran after them, no one stopping as Len searched every room for his Gran, “Leonard, wait!”

    Finally he came to a room with the name plate “McCoy” and was about to enter when a doctor came walking out and stopped right in front of him, Jim behind him, and the nurse behind Jim.

    “Doctor Hannover, how's my Gran?!”

    The doctor looked from Len to the nurse behind them and she softly shook her head. The doctor sighed, turning his gaze back to Len, a sympathetic look that Jim understood right away.

    “Leonard,” Doctor Hannover began and Jim reached forwards to grab Len's arm as he continued, “your grandmother suffered another stroke, this time it was unfortunately too much for her body to handle. We tried our best, Leonard, I'm sorry for your loss.”

    Len's entire world seemed to go cold, white… weightless. He could feel Jim's hand on his arm, he could hear his Gran’s nurse, Karen, speaking in the background, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying. Doctor Hannover was trying to pull him back to reality, Jim was running his other hand across his back, and Karen was trying to pass out tissues, and it was far too much for Leonard to handle. Without a second thought to anyone else, he dropped his bag at his feet, turned, and ran out of the ICU.

    Jim turned with him and watched him go out a side door and to a rooftop garden, disappearing into the tall bushes. “I’ll go after him,” Karen began in a soft voice, but Jim cut her off. Dropping his bag beside Len's in the hall and sprinting after Leonard.

    He ran out the same door and followed the path he had seen Len take, eventually finding him sitting on the ground, curled in on himself with his hands in his hair. He slowly walked to stand behind him whispering, “Bones,” and gaining no response. Jim knelt down and tucked his hands under Len's arms and lifted him from the ground. His eyes were red and full of tears again, and as soon as he turned and saw Jim's face he launched himself into Jim's arms and sobbed.

    The two of them stood on the roof together, neither of them knew for how long, and cried before eventually Jim pulled back just enough to see Len's face and touch their foreheads together to whisper, “You’ve gotta go back inside, Bones, you need to say goodbye.”

    He shook his head against Jim's, “I can’t, Jim.”

    “You have to.”

    He shook his head again, trying to desperately pull Jim even closer to himself. “I can’t… I can’t say goodbye.”

    “I’ll be right there with you, Bones,” Jim whispered, “but you have to. For Gran, you’ve got to say goodbye.”

    “Your boyfriends right, Leonard,” Karen’s soft voice came from behind them, “you need the closure.”

    Len closed his eyes against Jim's cheek as Jim rocked them back and forth, “I'm right here, Bones.”

    A few seconds passed and Len finally nodded, and without even thinking about it ran his hand down Jim's arm and entwined their fingers together as they walked back into the hospital.

    Slowly they walked into Gran’s room and Jim took it at Leonard's pace, never letting go of his hand. When Len saw his Gran lying in the bed, lifeless and unmoving, it instilled a feeling in him he had never before experienced. His entire body went almost numb, he found it hard to move, to breathe, but eventually found himself at the side of her bed. Len was a doctor, and he had lost patients before and seen his fair share of death, but when it was your own family, someone you loved deeply, it was something else entirely.

    All he could do was stand there and stare at her, he didn’t know what else to do. It was Jim who made the first move, still holding Len's hand he stepped around him and placed his free hand over Gran’s on the bed. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to her forehead and whispered, “Bye, Gran, we’ll miss you,” and stepped back for Len.

    He shuffled forwards and sat on the edge of the bed, he took her hand in his as Jim had, and ran his thumb over her fingers. He took his time while he sat beside her, all the while thinking about how much he would miss her, and how his life would never be the same without her. And when he felt he was ready he leaned down to whisper his good byes, “I love you, Gran, thank you for everything,” he whispered against her cheek before he stood and left the room hand in hand with Jim.

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    They arrived at the house around nine that night after finishing at the hospital. It was quiet and empty, and neither of them could bring themselves to speak a word as they walked through the halls. They made their way upstairs, and for the first time since the hospital, they let go of each others hands to enter separate bed rooms. Len was exhausted and so was Jim, both resigning to go straight to bed, though neither one slept at all that night.

    The next morning Jim was out of bed first. He watched as the sun rose, casting shadows over the foot of his bed and eventually shining straight through the window lighting the entire room. He hadn’t heard Len come out of his room yet, so he threw on some tracks and a loose t-shirt and walked across the hall. As he suspected Len was still in bed, eyes just as tired and red as Jim's felt.

    Jim stood beside his bed holding his hand out to Len, “Come on, Bones, we’ve got to get up. You need food and we need to get ready for the funeral this afternoon.”

    “She just died, Jim, yesterday,” he sighed, rubbing his tired eyes, “can’t we just take a minute and slow down.”

    He sat on the edge of the bed and wiggled his way over to rub against Len's side, “I know its fast but its better this way. She’ll be laid to rest beside your mom and dad, and the rest of your family, and she’ll be at peace.”

    He knew Jim was right but that didn’t make him feel any better.

    When Len didn’t say anything in response Jim stood, holding his hand out to Len again who took it this time, and let Jim lift him out of the bed. Jim went to Len's duffel and threw him some tracks and a shirt and waited for him to change. When he was finished, Jim once again held his hand out to Len, and once Len's hand was in Jim's it never left for more then a few moments before they were entwined again. Jim was by Len's side the entire time, the two never wanting to be without the other, and Jim wanting to make sure that Len had the complete support and love he needed in this time. Even if that meant just being there and holding his hand, Jim was going to do it.

    They walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and it was like walking through a fog. Three weeks ago during their time spent visiting Gran they had woke every morning to the smell of food cooking, smooth crooning music paying as Gran waltzed herself around the kitchen. The whole place was bright and so full of life, but with her absence it felt almost chilling and dull. Like a scene from an old black and white movie.

    They grabbed a quick bowl of cereal each, Len playing idly with Jim's fingers in his on the table, and ate in silence. They abandoned their dishes in the sink and made their way back up stairs to get ready, both donning their academy dress uniforms, and before they knew it found themselves heading for the funeral home in town. The day seemed to be moving all too fast for Len, but he was thankful that no matter what he had Jim there to ground him, to hold him in place with a slight squeeze of his hand when he needed it, and that included the time they spent greeting everyone who came to Gran’s funeral.

    Len and Jim both stood by the door to the small chapel in the funeral home, greeting everyone that came inside to pay their respects, and thanking them for doing so. Len had to admit that it was exhausting. Having to listen to everyone recite wonderful memories of times with his Gran, accept hugs and kisses, and try not to burst into tears every time someone uttered the words “I'm sorry for your loss”. He knew they were all sincere, he just hated that it had to be true, he hated that he had to lose his Gran all too soon.

    As the minister was getting ready and everyone was slowly finding seats, he turned to Jim. Not a word needed to be said between them for Jim to understand what he needed, and he squeezed Len's hand that still remained clutched tightly in his and Jim touched his forehead to Len's, the two closing their eyes to take a silent moment between them.

    They were about to walk in and join everyone inside when a hand came to rest gently on Len's shoulder, turning he found a familiar face, “Karen.”

    “Oh, Leonard, I'm so sorry for your loss,” she pulled him in for a quick hug before pulling back to look at him, “your grandmother was a sweet lady and everyone at the hospital loved her.”

    “Thanks, Karen, I really appreciate you being here, and I'm sure she would too,” Karen nodded as her eyes skirted over to Jim, then down to their clasped hands, “Karen, this is Jim, you guys didn’t get to properly meet yesterday.”

    She gave Len a nod as she pursed her lips, then turned to Jim with an outstretched hand and a soft smile, “Hello, Jim.”

    “Hello,” he shook her hand, “and thank you for coming.”

    “You don’t happen to be Jim Kirk?” she raised a brow at Jim then smiled when he nodded, a bit confused, “I remember your name from Len's grandmothers stories. When Leonard left for school there was suddenly a Jim Kirk in every story she would tell us during her appointments. She would tell us how you two were doing in school, the funny things Leonard would tell her about you, things you two did together, how good she knew you were for each other. It got to the point where we would all anticipate her appointments so we could get an update on you two, and I think she loved bragging about you both. And when she finally got to meet you face to face when you visited last month, she was over the moon about it.”

    Jim smiled and could feel a slight blush creeping up his neck, “It’s an honour to have been a part of her life. I only wish I had gotten to know more of her.”

    “I wish you had too, Jim,” then she looked between the boys again as the minister called for everyone to take their seats, “she loved you both very much, and I know she was very appreciative of you Jim for all that you do for Leonard. You're such a wonderful boyfriend to our sweet Leonard. I'm very glad he has you.”

    They watched her walk inside and take a seat. Neither of them denying her words and instead only shifting closer to one another as they walked inside and to the front row.

    As they sat, Jim held Len's hand, and when the minister called Len up to the front to give the eulogy for his Gran, Jim tried to let him go but was only pulled along with him. Jim stood beside him, still hand in hand while he gave his speech, even helping Len to finish it as the words on the pages became too blurry to read, and he had to turn himself into Jim's body seeking his comfort.

    Jim held his hand as they sat in the small cemetery and watched as his Gran was lowered into the ground, and held his hand as they walked to the grave, each taking a small handful of dirt and placing it inside. He held Len's hand as they watched the grave be filled in, as the friends of Len's Gran slowly started leaving the cemetery one by one, leaving them there alone. And Jim held his hand while they stood over the freshly turned ground where his Gran now lays with the rest of his family, and when Len said he was ready to leave, Jim held his hand the whole way home.

    When they arrived back at the house, they both walked silently up the stairs, finally breaking apart to head into their separate rooms to get ready for bed. When both of them had changed into just track pants, they came to their doors to say good night to the other, but found themselves just standing there staring at each other, neither exactly knowing what to say or do after the days events.

    It was Len who made the first move, holding his hand out across the hall, once again seeking Jim's. He took Len's hand without a word and allowed Len to guide him into his room and into his bed. Once the two were under the covers, Len gave Jim's hand a tug pulling him the small distance Jim had left between them. Jim moved closer and held his arms out inviting Len in, and he took the offer without hesitation, craving Jim's warmth and touch. He laid his head on Jim's chest as Jim wrapped his arms tightly around him, and tangled their legs together as Len clutched tightly to Jim's body.

    That night Len stayed tucked into Jim and cried all the tears he wanted to cry, and Jim held him close, running gentle fingers through his hair and occasionally placing soft kisses on top of his head, staying awake until Len finally fell asleep.

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    The next morning Len decided he couldn’t stay there much longer, he wanted to go back to the academy, back to his home with Jim. The memory of his Gran still so fresh it was too much for him to bear at the moment. Jim nodded and left the room to make arrangements for them to head back, and Len slowly dragged himself out of bed to pack the few things they had scattered around the room.

    When he finished he took both bags down stairs to the living room, leaving Jim to continue making their arrangements over his comm in the kitchen. He placed the bags on the couch and startled when a small thud sounded behind him. Confused, he crossed the living room to the pictures that were on the mantle above the fireplace. He looked at them all, remembering all the good times he had with his Gran in this house. Fishing in the creek out back, dancing on the deck, picnics in the apple orchard, riding on a lazy Sunday together through the fields, but one picture had suddenly fallen forwards and was now face down on the mantle. He picked it up and smiled when he saw what it was. It was taken during their visit last month with Gran, when they were outside at the fire lying together in the grass. Gran must have taken the picture of the two of them laughing together, looking completely content and as happy as he had ever been. It was as if Gran was still trying to meddle, still trying to tell him things even thought she was gone now.

    As he thought back on the memory, Jim called for him from the kitchen to let him know that they had tickets and a car would be arriving in five minutes to take them to the shuttle port. So he walked back to their bags on the couch, the picture still in his hands, and placed it in his bag before grabbing them and heading out the front door with Jim.

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    Len looked to Jim's still resting face, eyes still closed, hand still loose in his. When Len lost his Gran, the only family he had left, he knew he wasn’t alone. He had Jim. Jim, who was right beside him the whole time, through her death, the funeral, the burial, and even after.

    Jim, who held him almost every night after they left Georgia for good. The week following her funeral was rough, and Jim would crawl into Len's bed every night and let him cry into his chest until he fell asleep. Even after the tears stopped at night, Jim would still crawl in beside Len, and after a while Jim stopped using his bed all together and would immediately get in beside Len every night. Len would even find him there when he would come home after a late shift in the medbay.

  Sharing a bed had stopped when they boarded the Enterprise since they had separate quarters, and Len would be the first to admit that since they separated sleeping had become a thing of the past. He missed Jim's warm solid body beside him at night, he missed waking up with Jim's head tucked under his chin, their arms and legs wrapped around each other.

    “You know, Jim, when Gran died you were the only thing that kept me from spiraling into the ground. Without you there to keep me going I'm sure I would have ended up right back where I was when we met on the shuttle in Riverside. Broken, drunk, lost. But you were there, every step of the way to make sure my dumb ass didn’t fall back, and i didn’t even have to ask,” he ran his thumb across Jim's knuckles as he spoke, “and another thing I'm going to be changing when you wake up… as soon as you're well enough to be discharged and can sleep in your own room again, I'm moving my stuff out of my place and straight into yours. No more sleeping alone. I know you did it back then because of Gran, but then it just became… normal. We never should have taken separate rooms. I don’t know about you, but I hated it from the start and I still do. So, whether you like it or not, Jim, I'm moving in.”

    Len sighed hard, pinching the bridge of his nose. His Gran was right all those years ago, Jim was special and meant more to Len then he could bring himself to admit back then. But if this mess had taught him anything, it was that life was too short to let things like fear get in your way of true happiness. So he vowed that when he did finally have Jim awake and back in his arms again, this time, he wasn’t letting go ever again.

    He leaned forwards, placing his head on Jim's chest, right over his heart to listen to the steady thrum. “You better come back to me soon, kid… you're all I’ve got left and you can’t leave me too.”

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A/N: Did that hurt anyone else as much as it hurt me?? I actually cried. So let me know what you guys think! <3<3<3 And if anyone wants to be tagged, don’t be shy :)

Tags: @goingknowherewastaken @weresilver-in-space @medicatemedrmccoy @bi-e-ne @reading-in-moonlight @flaminglupine @0dannyphantom0 @resistance-is-futile81 @haveyouseenmymind @jimboy-mccoy

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Doubt That The Sun Doth Move (Star Trek Fanfic)

A/N: hey all, this is also up on my AO3 here. lots of love, void

Chapter 1: Space Has An ASMR Slime Channel

“Anders! U.S.S. Newton!” The barracks officer read off assignments rapid fire, the cadets below her listening intently for their names. “Ch’llan! U.S.S. Antares! Kaleni! U.S.S. Enterprise!” Lana Kaleni flushed with pride as she heard her assignment. The Enterprise! Every Starfleet cadet had heard the stories about that ship and its captain, the famed James T. Kirk. Her friends would be so jealous of her! “Zoltan! U.S.S. Farragut!” the officer finished. “Welcome to Starfleet, and Godspeed!” Lana made her way through the hurried cadets to the shuttle she was supposed to be on. She was finally going to be on a real starship! In space! She could hardly contain her excitement. At the shuttle, she stopped in front of the scanning officer. “’Kaleni, Lana’?” he said, barely looking up from his holopad. “That’s me,” Lana replied. Hurry up already! “Go ahead.” She practically bounded up the ramp into the shuttle, finding herself a window to look out of. The endless void of space came into view as the shuttle took off, only to be interrupted by the sight of the docking station. Lana smiled as she saw the Enterprise, the lights from the station gleaming off the hull. That was to be her new home.

The science and medical bay was already bustling with activity. People rushed around, calling to each other and carrying various medical equipment items. Lana made her way to a tall Southern man barking orders. “Dr. McCoy?” she said, trying to be heard above the noise. “Dr. McCoy!” “Yeah, what is it?” he replied, not bothering to turn to her. “I’m sorry to bother you, but where is the Biology lab located?” Dr. McCoy finally looked down at her. “You’re the new resident Biologist, Lieutenant…?” “Kaleni, sir. Unless my assignment was incorrect, I am.” Lana stood proudly, drawing herself up to her full height. “Biology sector is right down that hallway and on the first right,” he directed, pointing. “Good luck.” Lana beamed. “Thank you, sir.”

The biology lab was adequately sized, if only for one person. There were plenty of microscopes and analyzing equipment for Lana to use, all shining and new. She had just sat down at her new desk when the intercom beeped to life. “Attention, crew of the Enterprise. This is your captain speaking. I would like to welcome all new recruits coming aboard today. It is always a pleasure to see fresh faces in our little family here.” a man’s voice rang out through the speakers. “We are headed for an uncharted region of space, which we will explore and record for the Federation’s planetary database. I wish you all good luck, and ask you to be prepared for the unexpected. Kirk out.” The intercom beeped into silence again, allowing Lana to hear the sounds of hustle and bustle outside her quiet lab. She felt a grin spreading across her face as she smoothed down the front of her new blue Science division uniform. She could get used to this.

Lana soon found one problem to her job in the Enterprise’s onboard cafeteria. As she looked around at the crowded tables of crewmembers laughing and talking as they ate, she suddenly realized that none of her friends from the academy had been assigned to the same ship. Sure, she could sit with the medical staff, but she barely knew any of them because she spent most of her time in her lab peering down the eyepiece of a microscope. Sadly, Lana took a seat at an empty end of a table, keeping her eyes on her food, lest someone throw an odd glance her way. “Excuse me,” a voice said next to her. She looked up to see a tall, dark-skinned woman in Engineering red standing there. “Hi, I’m Uhura. Can I sit with you?” she smiled. Lana nodded. “Sure.” Uhura sat down next to her. “You’re the new Biologist, right?” “Yeah. Lieutenant Lana Kaleni,” she said, shaking Uhura’s hand. “What’s your job?” “I’m Chief Communications Officer. I work on the bridge.” Lana gasped. “You work on the bridge? What’s it like?” “It’s interesting,” Uhura laughed. “I mean, you get to be up there with all the action, but you have to listen to Doctor McCoy argue with Spock all day.” “That’s cool. Hopefully I’ll get to visit there soon. It’s getting kind of boring just sitting in a lab all day.” Lana sighed. Uhura smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. With all this uncharted space we’re in, I’m betting you all of our jobs will get a lot more interesting.”

Uhura’s prediction came true sooner than expected. Lana was inspecting a fungus that had been discovered on some fuel tank in Engineering when Dr. McCoy’s dulcet tones drifted through her doorway. “Damnit Jim, I’m a doctor, not a zoologist!” he was saying. “I know as much as you do about differences between alien lifeforms.” Lana diverted her attention away from her microscope in order to hear better. “Is there anyone who can figure out whatever it is?” She recognized the captain’s voice from hearing it over the intercom on multiple occasions. Woah. The captain was in there. Though she had been on the ship for several days now, Lana had never once caught a glimpse of James T. Kirk in the flesh. She always wondered what he looked like, especially on days when the bacteria under her microscope were particularly boring. McCoy was talking again. “Actually, I do,” he responded. “If she can’t figure it out, no one can.” At that moment Lana’s communicator chirped. She flipped it open, seeing that it was the doctor. “Lieutenant Kaleni, please report to the medical bay.” “On my way, sir.” She closed it again, and started the trek down the hall.

“Where has she got to?” McCoy was saying as Lana entered. “Here, sir,” she chirped from behind him. “Come take a look at this,” he called over his shoulder, waving her over to the operating table he was standing by. Lana marched over to stand next to the doctor. On the operating table was a metal box with a clear lid, which rattled every once in a while. “Jim, this is Lieutenant Kaleni. She’s our new biologist.” Dr. McCoy mentioned, addressing the man on the other side of the table, who Lana assumed was Captain Kirk. Turning back to her, the doctor gestured towards the box. “Well, go ahead, have a look.” Lana glanced at him before leaning over the box and looking down through the clear lid. “What the…?” Inside was a lime green blob that moved around at an amazingly fast speed. “It’s like… sentient space slime.” “That’s exactly what I said!” Kirk exclaimed. She turned to Dr. McCoy. “Where was it found?” “On the outside of the ship after we left Raxxon. Someone managed to get a sample before the rest of it blew off during warp.” “Did anyone touch it with their bare hands?” “Yeah, that didn’t turn out too well,” McCoy pointed to a man getting his hands bandaged. “Apparently this living slime is slippery and corrosive.” Lana picked up the container, watching the organism rocket around in an attempt to escape. “So, right now I’m going to say that it is an invertebrate that can survive in space, grows in large quantities, and is extremely alkaline in nature to the point of being corrosive.” She looked up at the two men. “I believe we have discovered a new species.” “My God, she sounds like Spock,” the doctor muttered, causing the captain to laugh. “Now, Bones, we wouldn’t want him to hear that, would we?” Lana remembered what Lieutenant Uhura had said about Doctor McCoy and Spock arguing. She wondered what that was like all day. “I’ll make sure to figure out what it is and put it in the data files, sir,” she told Kirk, putting the container under her arm. “If this stuff can damage a starship, we don’t want any ‘geese in the turbines’ situations to happen.” He nodded. “You get on that, Lieutenant.”

As Lana walked back to her lab with the new specimen, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that finally, finally, she was doing what she was meant to do.

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The Frog Captain

Oh god, I made it! 

This is my contribution for the amazing @thefanficfaerie‘s fairytale challenge and my attempt at the frog prince. I went with the original take of the fairytale, as this was the only plot that wanted to let itself be written.

So, I dunno if this really matches the flipthescript part, but I thought telling it from the frog’s POV and with Len kinda accidentally breaking the curse, that it might fit somehow. ;)

(Also, please bear the lame title, as it’s way past 4am here...)

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Pairing: McKirk

Warnings: well, it’s the frog prince, so frog meets wall?

Words: 2129

Jim accidentally gets turned into a frog during an away mission.

Once upon a time…

An idiot captain, with the name James Tiberius Kirk, strayed too far away from the rest of the away team, when they examined the long gone culture of a newly discovered planet.

Everything appeared to be calm and no hostile lifeform had been discovered or attacked them so far. Thus, Jim strolled through the ancient ruins, mesmerized by their beauty and their voiceless whispers, telling of lives lived centuries ago.

Walking around aimlessly, he found a small pond, surrounded by thick vegetation. He felt like it was calling out to him, and so he stepped closer until he could look at the calm surface and into his own face.

And suddenly everything turned black.

When the young captain came back to his senses and opened his eyes, he realized how big everything surrounding him now seemed to be. The pond clearly had doubled in its size, if not even more, while the plants around it had grown to the size of trees.

The blond did not know what to make of that, he only knew that something horrible must have happened to him.

He had landed somehow on the ground, maybe stumbled into the pond, as the next thing he became aware of, was the feeling of cold wetness.

So he looked down and realized, that he was sitting on the leaf of a floating plant right in the middle of the pond. And when he saw himself, hot panic raged through him.

He was green.

Afraid of what he would have to face, he leaned over the leaf to look into the pond, and was greeted by the image of a small, light green amphibian.

He had turned into a frog.

He flinched away from his reflection, but as this body was new to him, he accidentally jumped backwards into the water.

Somehow he was able to get his limbs under control and swam towards the water’s edge, slowly crawling out of the pond and back to solid ground. He was still panicking, but stayed there frozen on the spot, as he had no idea what to do.

Where was the rest of his crew? Bones? His friend surely would be able to help him out of this misery, he was even willed to listen to the hours-long lecture and endure the several hyposprays the man would punish him with.

Jim didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, until he heard someone shouting his name. He looked up and saw his best friend approaching the pond, looking around and clearly searching for someone.

“Jim? Are you here?”

Jim, relieved beyond belief by the sight of his best friend, tried to call out to Bones, in hope that the doctor would hear him. But all that came out of his mouth was a long drawn croak, which startled him more than it did Bones, who of course had heard him.

The brunet looked down at him, but apparently he didn’t think much of that little green frog sitting at the edge of the water.

“Well hello there you little bugger. Have you seen that pain in the ass I call my best friend?”

Jim tried to speak up again, but wasn’t able to answer with anything else but another croak.

Bones meanwhile let out an annoyed huff.

“Great, now I’ve started talking to a damn frog. Goddammit, Jim where are you?”

And with those words the brunet turned around back to the direction where he had come from. Jim was too shocked to prevent him from leaving. How was he supposed to get back to his former self without any help? When not even his best friend seemed to recognize him?

With the time passing, Bones returned several times, but not alone. The rest of the away team was with him, and everyone looked more concerned and alarmed each time they were passing Jim and the pond.

They were shouting out for him, scanning the area and Jim desperately tried to catch their attention by ribbiting his mind to the heavens, but all it did was exhaust him, while the others completely ignored him.

When the day was nearly gone, and darkness was starting to spill over them, the group came back to the pond, trying to decide their next steps.

While the others were discussing, Bones stepped aside and set himself down onto a narrow boulder, his eyes pinned to the ground and a frown on his face, his lips a tight thin line.

Jim hopped closer to him, and still nobody paid him any attention, as they were clearly too distracted by their worries for the missing captain.

Bones silent behavior alarmed Jim, normally the man would grouch and grumble, but when he was like this his mind was in no good place. He hopped to his side, slowly crawling up the boulder until he was right next to his friend. He still had no idea what to do. Until now, anybody hadn’t recognized him, and without being able to communicate with his crew, he had no means to let them know that he was right here.

Hoping that Bones wouldn’t notice him, he crawled closer to him and grabbed  the seam of his shirt, right before the man stood up again.

Startled by the sudden movement, Jim clung onto the blue fabric for his dear life. Thankfully, the doctor stayed still as he was talking to the others, which gave Jim the opportunity to reach for his friends black pants, so that he was able to slip into the right front pocket. Bones still didn’t take notice of him, too caught up in the discussion with one of the security officers.

Apparently they had decided to return for the ship for the night, as Jim suddenly felt the familiar tingling of being beamed back aboard the ship.

Back on the Enterprise, Bones rushed straight back to his quarters, and Jim nearly got sick by the rocking movement.

After a while it stopped abruptly, and he felt the garment getting dropped down to the ground, so he slowly crawled out of the pocket. He looked around to see where his friend had gone too, but he couldn’t see him, though he thought that he could hear some noises coming from where the bathroom should be.

It was hard to tell, as the room was so much bigger so that everything seemed to be in the wrong place. But since Bones had left his clothes back in the room, Jim assumed that the man was under the shower, getting rid of the grime from the planet and his unsuccessful search for his best friend.

When he emerged from the shower and came back into the room, he headed immediately for the bedroom, only to come back minutes later, fully clothed in a fresh uniform, and left his quarters.

Jim was left back, wondering what he should do now, and so he looked around, but there wasn’t really anything that would help him, except for the brunet’s PADD on the couch. He awkwardly made his way up there, sat himself down next to the PADD and tried to leave Bones a message on it, but his new and weird fingers didn’t want to obey him. After several fruitless attempts he begrudgingly gave up. It seemed like there was nothing else for him left but waiting.

He didn’t know how long Bones was gone, but when he came back, he wasn’t alone, instead he was followed by Uhura when he stepped back into his quarters, a plate with something Jim couldn’t see in his hands.

Jim got startled by the sudden noises, and following his instinct, he hopped down from the couch and crawled underneath it, while Bones set the plate he had brought with him down on the couch table without even looking at it.

Uhura spoke up first.

“I’m so sorry Leonard, but we will beam back down with sunrise and look for him. He couldn’t have simply vanished.”

“I know, but I hate this waiting, not knowing what happened down there. What if he’s hurt? Ny, I don’t like this.”

Uhura stepped closer to him and softly grasped his arm.

“I know you don’t. Apart from that, how do you feel?”

Bones sighed, apparently he wasn’t any longer in the mood for talking.

“I would feel better if Jim was back safe and sound, but otherwise I’m ok.”

“Leonard, I know how worried you are for him, how much you love him. So don’t tell me that you’re ok.”

“Nyota, please, I really don’t want to talk about this now.”

She looked at him in sympathy, and nodded her agreement.

“It’s ok Leonard, you don’t have to. I’ll leave you now so you can go to bed, no arguments, but if you want to talk, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks, Ny.”

When he escorted her back to the door, Jim crawled out from under the couch and hopped onto the narrow table in front of it. His first glance was caught by the food, peach cobbler, Bones’ favorite comfort food. That he hadn’t even touched it, showed how upset the man was.

With his heart aching for his friend, his gaze shifted from the plate to Bones and Uhura, who were still talking silently with each other.

“We will find him Leonard. He’s going to come back, with that stupid grin on his face asking us where we’ve been and how we missed all the fun. You’ll see.”

“I really hope so.”

Jim could see from his place on the couch table, where he was snatching a few bites off Bones’ plate for himself, how Uhura kissed their friend on the cheek right before she wished him a good night and disappeared from the door.

When Bones scuffled back into the room, Jim tried to get down from the table, though he fell down more or less ungracefully. Hurt in his pride, he crawled under the table and waited for what would happen next.

Bones, still unaware of his tiny guest, sat himself down on the couch and ordered the lights off. Jim could hear him shuffle around and lay down, and when he thought that enough time would have passed for Bones to fall asleep, he came out of his hiding place. He tried hopping onto the couch, and with his third try he made it up on the pillow next to his friend’s head.

He desperately wanted to turn back into a human, but he still didn’t know how this had happened at all and how to deal with the mess he had gotten himself into. Would he have to stay like this forever? Small and never being able to talk to his best friend again? The whole situation was so unfair, now that he knew that Bones returned his feelings, he couldn’t do a thing about it.

His emotions threatened to overwhelm him, he wanted to whisper Bones name, to show him that he was right here beside him. But again he only managed to croak, the sound cutting through the silence and sounding unnaturally loud.

The next few seconds happened in a blur, as Jim felt how the pillow was grabbed, right before he was hurled with it against the wall. Bones yelled for the lights to turn back on, his face contorted in shock when he saw the tiny creature slowly sliding down the wall, he carefully sat up and tried to understand what he saw happening in front of him.

All the while Jim suddenly felt his whole body being shaken by a weird tingling sensation, his joints awkwardly stretching and growing, his skin prickling and his senses overwhelmed, as everything happened at once and too fast for his mind to fully get a grip on the situation.

When it was over and he opened his eyes, he saw that everything was back at the usual size. He looked down at himself, saw that his body had returned back to normal, and then his eyes shifted over to Bones. Who was staring at him like he had seen a ghost.

“Oh my god, Jim? What the… How?”

Bones pushed himself up from the couch and hurried over to the still slightly confused blond .He grabbed Jim’s face between his hands, concerned eyes sliding over his features, trying to find any sign of Jim being hurt. But the blond didn’t let his friend go further with his examination, and as Bones hands let go of his face, Jim reached for them with his own, before the doctor could get up and try to find his tricorder.

Bones looked at him clearly confused, but Jim just smiled, leaned closer to the brunet and finally kissed him.

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A Nose for Trouble

Fandom:  Star Trek (AOS/TOS) Pairing: Bones/Reader Prompt/Request: Inspired by a prompt on a list of "Meet ugly" prompts  - “You punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend” AU Word Count: 6552 Warnings: Blood, injury, fluff Author’s note: Thanks to @imamotherfuckingstar-lord for advice and @outside-the-government for beta’ing, as usual (because she’s awesome) <3.

              It was an absolutely beautiful summer afternoon, and you smiled as you stepped out into the sunlit quad after your last lecture for the day.  You’d just gotten your midterm results back and were quite pleased with them, so there was a spring in your step as you began to stroll across the busy area, arms wrapped around your books and a small, satisfied smile on your face.  You were daydreaming as you walked, not noticing you were following one of your classmates and his friend.  Eventually their conversation drifted back to you and you started to listen in once you’d recognized that the guy walking directly in front of you sat behind you in one of your classes.

           “Bones, it’s one question,” your classmate’s friend reasoned, walking sideways so he could look directly at his friend.  “Does it really matter?  You got a 98.”

           “It’s the principle of it,” your classmate, Leonard, grumbled.  “He wanted us to explain the oxygen cascade, so I did.”

           “You wrote two pages, Bones,” Leonard’s friend said with amusement.  “Didn’t you say the question was worth like three marks?”

           “Again, that’s not the point, Jim,” Leonard retorted, and you held back a small giggle at the annoyed look on his face, still walking unnoticed behind them.  You’d gotten three out of three on that question and had only written a couple of lines; it made you wonder how in depth Leonard must have gone to have written so much.  “He got all the information he wanted; just much more in-depth and detailed.  How could I have known he wanted something so simplistic?”   Jim snatched the test Leonard was whipping around while he spoke and rifled through the pages until he found the question, forcing you to match their pace behind them as they slowed down.

           “It says “give a simple explanation of the oxygen cascade”,” Jim read, then grinned at Leonard.  “I’m guessing going into exact measurements and paragraph-long explanations of each step isn’t quite what he was asking for.”

           “I shouldn’t even have to take this class,” Leonard said grumpily, ignoring Jim’s amusement.  “I learned all of this years ago, I’m a doc—”

           “Yeah, yeah, we know; you’re a doctor,” Jim said cheerfully, clapping Leonard on the shoulder.

           You lost thread of their conversation as a group of chattering students pushed between you, forcing you to stop for a moment.  One of the girls in the group waved at you and called a greeting so you answered her, quickly forgetting about Leonard and Jim ahead of you.  You paused to check the time on your communicator after your friend had wandered off, slipped the device back into your pocket and continued on in the direction you’d been going, breathing in the warm air and sighing contentedly.  You noticed that Jim and Leonard had stopped just ahead and angled yourself to move around them, aiming to skirt Leonard at the edge of the sidewalk where the pavement met the grass.

           Leonard, meanwhile, was mostly unaware of his surroundings as he stewed in his bad mood.  It wasn’t that he was upset about getting a near-perfect score rather than a perfect one, it was just the principle of the matter.  He articulated this once again to Jim, who was clearly amused rather than sympathetic and began to tease him about being a perfectionist.

           “It’s not being a perfectionist to expect the marks for a correct answer,” Leonard protested, shaking his head as Jim laughed.  “Even if I wrote him a damn—” Leonard cut himself off in surprise as the back of his wildly gesticulating hand suddenly hit something solid.   His brain catching up with his senses, he realized that whatever he’d hit had felt warm, and a yelp filled his ears as he whirled around, his eyes wide.   He watched in horror as you toppled, faster than he could catch you, though he did lurch forward and try.

           You slipped on the grass and though you tried, you couldn’t keep your footing.  With another yelp, you fell over and hit the ground hard on your rear end and back, your books and PADD flying in different directions upon impact.  Letting out a groan of pain, you clamped a hand over your nose and struggled to sit up, and Leonard could already see blood starting to slip past your fingers.

           “Oh shit,” Leonard gasped, his hand over his mouth in horror, hurrying forward after a moment to see if you were okay.  He dropped to his knees beside you and reached instinctively for your face, but you flinched away from him, gasping as blood began to drip through your fingers and onto your chest, staining your red cadet jacket a darker scarlet.

           “I am so sorry,” Leonard said emphatically, feeling horrible as Jim scrambled around behind you, collecting your books and PADD.

           “You punched me!” you gasped, still shocked by the unexpected blow and the pain pounding through your face.   The blood pouring out of your nose was making you feel panicky and a bit faint, and you groaned as you fruitlessly tried to stop the flow with your hands.

           “I didn’t mean to!” Leonard hovered, wanting to take over the situation but clearly unwilling to touch you when you were leaning away from him.  “Jim, go get a med pack, now!”

           You heard, rather than saw Jim sprint off back towards the building you’d all just left a few minutes earlier and moaned softly, your nose throbbing painfully.

           “Please, lean forward,” Leonard told you anxiously, and you could tell from his tone of voice that he felt extremely bad for what he’d done.  “The fastest way to get the blood to stop is to lean forward and pinch the bridge of your nose.”  

           You whimpered but decided to listen to him, the pain and nasty feeling of the gushing blood overriding your indignation of him hitting you for now.  You shuffled so you were sitting properly with your legs open in a V-shape in front of you, knees partway up and leaning forward as best as you could.  You reach up with a bloody hand and pinch the bridge of your nose as instructed, gasping in pain as you do so.

           “I know it hurts, you’re doing really well though,” Leonard said reassuringly.  He reached out hesitantly and put his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you, and when you didn’t protest, he rubbed your upper back gently, hoping to soothe.   “I am so sorry,” he said again, and you could hear the guilt in his voice, clear as day.  You shrugged, unwilling to forgive him immediately, but also not wanting him to feel so badly; you were sure it had been an accident.

           “You’re in my physiology class. You sit in front of me, right?” Leonard asked after a minute, still with a reassuring hand on your upper back.  You gave a small nod, ceasing the motion almost immediately as it made your nose sear with pain, making you whimper again.

           There was a pounding of feet nearby as you watched Jim’s shoes come back into view and you could hear him huffing and puffing as he wordlessly handed Leonard the med pack he was holding, clutching a stitch in his side once Leonard had taken it.  Leonard quickly dug around in the pack and came up with a couple of handfuls of gauze, which he held out to you.  

           You clumsily took the gauze from him in your free hand and pressed it gingerly to the underside of your nose, soaking up the blood that was still flowing but had slowed considerably.  You spat out the blood that had made its way into your mouth into the gauze and tried to mop up the lower part of your face.  Unfortunately, there was far too much blood to clean without a sink, and all you managed to do was smear it around, the feeling of which made you shudder.

           “Can I take that gauze?” Leonard asked you after a moment, and you glanced up at him miserably.  “I have some fresh ones ready here.”   You carefully peeled the gauze away from your face, some of it already sticking in the drying blood, and shakily held it out to him.  He took the blood-soaked gauze in a gloved hand and put it into a plastic baggie, then handed you the bundle of fresh gauze.  The blood had finally slowed to a trickle and you dabbed at it delicately, wincing at the twinges of pain that shot through your face at every touch.  

           Leonard was shuffling around, digging through the med pack again, and a moment later he approached you with an ice pack.

           “May I?” he asked, leaning in closer, clearly intent on applying the ice pack himself.  You flinched away before you could help it, not wanting his hands near your face again so soon, and saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes as he realized you didn’t trust him.  Attempting to avoid an awkward moment, you carefully unpinched your nose, reached out and took the ice pack from him.

           “Thanks, I’ve got it,” you say, carefully bringing it up to the bridge of your nose and placing it down.  You let out a small whine as the initial contact brings pain, but quite quickly the chill sinks down into your nose and begins to soothe some of the agony, and you sigh in relief.  As the pain began to fade, you glanced up at Leonard, who was kneeling immediately beside you, watching you intently, and Jim, who was hovering nearby, holding your things.   You sigh and drop your gaze back down, trying to focus on how the chill of the ice was numbing your face, which, while uncomfortable in its own right, was still preferable to the pain.

           “I think the bleeding stopped,” you said after a few minutes, your voice sounding like you had a bad head cold.

           “Oh, good,” Leonard said, leaning a little closer.  “Can I see?”   You reluctantly pulled the ice pack off of your face and raised your head a bit so that he could briefly examine you.  “I think you’re right, it looks like it’s stopped.”

           “Good.  I want to get out of here,” you said, positioning yourself so you could stand.  You were well aware that people were staring at you and clearly wondering what had happened, and you knew you must’ve looked horrifying with blood all down your face and neck, a pile of red-stained gauze beside you.  Jim was trying to get people to move along when they slowed down to either gawk or offer help, but you could still feel many pairs of eyes on you and were feeling extremely keen to get away from everyone.

           Leonard stood and held out a hand to you, but you were already scrambling to your feet and don’t take his offer.   You got upright fairly quickly and easily, but once you were standing you felt  a wave of dizziness wash over you and you wavered on the spot, feeling like the world was spinning a little faster than normal.  Clearly seeing this, Leonard reached out and gently grabbed your upper arm, holding you steady so you wouldn’t fall over again.   After a moment the dizziness mostly passed and you nodded at him to indicate that you were alright.

           “Are you sure?” he asked, reluctant to let go just yet.  “You look very pale.” You pulled on your coat to settle it properly and glanced down, noticing the large puddle of blood on your chest and feeling another wave of dizziness wash over you, this time more to do with your queasiness around blood than anything.

           “I’m guessing that has something to do with the paleness,” you said, gesturing vaguely at and quickly averting your eyes from the stain, feeling your stomach lurch.  Leonard made a sympathetic face as you took a few deep breaths, then pulled away from him as soon as you felt strong enough to stand on your own.

           “If you’re feeling well enough to walk, I’d like to take you to the med centre and get your nose scanned,” Leonard said, gesturing towards the building to your right.  “I want to make sure there isn’t a fracture.”

           “I’d really rather go back to my room right now,” you said flatly, the thought of going to the med centre covered in blood and having to be examined an extremely unwelcome thought at the moment.

           “Oh, but—” Leonard began, and you held up a hand to silence him.

           “I don’t want to go to the medical centre,” you repeated firmly, shaking your head just a little to avoid jarring your injury.  You put the ice pack back on your nose and sigh, then continued.  “I just want to take a couple of ibuprofen and get cleaned up right now.”  Your voice was firm though still congested, and he sighed, clearly not pleased with your decision but wisely deciding not to argue.

           “Alright, but at least let me walk you back to your dorm room,” he said.  “I would feel even worse if you fainted or something else happened and I hadn’t made sure you were safe after what I did.”

           You fought back the urge to tell him to go away and gave a small nod, then turned and began to slowly walk towards the dorms.  You quickly realized that you couldn’t really hold the ice on your face and walk at the same time without causing more pain, so you trudged along without it, trying to hold in your complaints as the pain began to return as your face warmed up again in the sun.

           “Are you sure I can’t convince you to go into the med centre?” Leonard asked as the three of you came level with said building, about to pass it.

           “He’s a doctor, after all,” Jim chimed in unhelpfully, and you shot him an annoyed look before declining Leonard’s repeated question.   You ruminated on the thought of Leonard being a doctor for a while, the pain in your face increasing as your mood steadily decreased.

           “I thought doctors were supposed to do no harm,” you muttered as your face gave a particularly painful twinge.  You realized too late that you said it a little louder than you’d meant to and Leonard had surely heard you, but you were feeling a little too surly to be sorry just yet, despite knowing that your remark wasn’t fair.   You knew full well what had happened was an accident, but it was hard to feel forgiving when your face was on fire. Leonard didn’t say anything, and the three of you continued on in silence, thankfully moving away from all the prying eyes on the quad.  It took far longer than it should have to get back to the dorm building;  your nose started to bleed again at one point, prompting Leonard to dig through the kit for more gauze.  You leaned back against the building in the scant shade available, holding the ice to your nose until the blood slowed again and then trudged on.

           Finally, the three of you arrived at the building and took a turbolift to the fourth floor, the guys insisting on escorting you all the way to your room despite your protests.  You clumsily swiped your ID card to open your door, and stepped into the room.  Leonard and Jim hovered at the door; you sighed slightly and gave a small jerk of the head, inviting them in, regretting the jerking motion as your nose seared again.

           “Do you have another ice pack?” Leonard asked as he stepped into the room.

           “Yeah, I have a whole first aid kit,” you confirmed, gesturing vaguely towards the bathroom.

           “If the pain gets any worse or it doesn’t get any better after a couple of hours, please go to the med centre,” Leonard pleaded, looking worried.

           “I will, I will,” you agreed, tossing your ice pack onto your table and standing there facing them, feeling decidedly awkward.  “I’ll take some ibuprofen, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

           “Actually, acetaminophen would be better,” Leonard said automatically, unable to get out of doctor mode.  “Ibuprofen has a slight but not completely insignificant chance of thinning the blood, which could make you bleed more.”   You sighed, then gave a small nod to show you understood.

           “I’m sure I have some of that somewhere too,” you said, watching as Leonard hovered, unsure, near the doorway, clearly wanting to do more to help but not overstep his boundaries.  “Look, thank you for helping me,” you said, your voice softening slightly.

           “I’m just so sorry that this happened in the first place,” Leonard said, a morose tone to his voice.  “I’m an idiot, I should have been paying attention.”

           “Accidents happen,” you said, a bit grimly.  “I just want to lie down now though, okay?  I promise I’ll go to the med centre if it feels any worse.”

           “Or doesn’t get better.”

           “—Or doesn’t get better, yeah.”

           Leonard looked like he wanted to insist on taking you there himself, but he seemed to talk himself out of it and gestured to the door so Jim would start heading out.  Jim put your books and PADD down on the table next to your ice pack and gave you a fleeting smile, then left the room.  Leonard stepped halfway out, and then turned to look back at you one more time.

           “Sorry again.  See you tomorrow.”

           You sighed heavily as Leonard stepped fully out of the room and the door snapped closed behind him.  You ordered your room’s computer to lock the door and hobbled into your bed area, cringing and taking a deep breath to steady yourself.  Standing in front of your mirror, you winced as you took a look;  blood covered the centre of the lower half of your face and all down your neck and on your chest.  Even though your cadet uniform was bright red, the blood was pretty obvious.  You unzipped the jacket and shrugged out of it, tossing it aside for now; it would obviously have to be deep cleaned.  You hurried into the bathroom and filled the sink with warm water, grabbed a washcloth and some soap and began to clean the blood from your skin, scrubbing hard in the places where it had already dried.  You were careful to go very slowly and gingerly around your nose and nostrils, and with some effort, your skin was finally clean.  The water in the sink was stained pinkish red and you drained it, shuddering at the lasting memory of how all that blood had felt on your skin.  The lower part of your face and your neck was bright pink from all the scrubbing, and your nose was hurting more than it did before from the aggravation of cleaning it.

           You quickly popped a couple of acetaminophen like he’d told you to, grabbed a second ice pack from the first aid kit and went to lie down on the couch.  You activated the ice pack and settled it over the bridge of your nose with a sigh, lying there and hoping against hope that the pain would fade soon and that the pills would work, lamenting the loss of your excellent mood prior to the incident.

           You woke up a few hours later, feeling a bit dazed, and the first thing you noticed was the pain in your face.  The ice pack had slipped off once you’d dozed off and was lying uselessly on the ground beside you.  Your nose and head in general was throbbing and you groaned as you struggled to sit up in the semi-darkness.

           “Lights, seventy percent,” you said, then winced and gasped as even that brightness seared your eyes.  “Ow, never mind, lights – forty percent!”  You breathed a sigh as the lights dimmed to a manageable level and you sat there for a moment, collecting your bearings.  According to your comm, it was a good three hours since you’d gotten back to your dorm, and the pain hadn’t receded any.  If anything, it had gotten a bit worse.  Sighing heavily, you decided to take Leonard’s advice and head down to the med centre.

           Donning a pair of sunglasses so the bright lights in the hallways didn’t make your headache infinitely worse, you pulled on a clean cadet jacket over your tank top and left your room, heading towards the medical building.  The hallways were fairly empty – everyone was probably off having supper – and you were grateful not to run into anyone as you made your way out of the dorm building.  It was still light outside but the sun was much lower in the sky, and you were able to see through your glasses without much pain.  In no time you were in the medical building and heading down the hallway that lead to the non-emergency clinic, where you sincerely hoped Leonard himself was not working.  It wasn’t that you didn’t think he was a capable doctor; you were just feeling incredibly awkward and also guilty for your comment earlier and didn’t fancy seeing him again so soon.

           The waiting room was empty save for one person with their attention devoted to whatever was on their PADD’s screen, and you approached the desk just as a nurse came around the corner.

“Oh! Hey you!” Christine Chapel, your across-the-hall dorm neighbour, smiled as she recognized you and came over to the desk.

“Hi Chris,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant and like your face wasn’t on fire.

“What brings you in today?” she asked, looking at you curiously.  Her eyes had found the bridge of your nose, and her brows knit together.  “What happened to your nose? Why are you wearing sunglasses?”  You sighed and slowly pulled the sunglasses from your face, and your eyes widened slightly as she gasped.

“I got hit in the face earlier and I think my nose is broken,” you muttered, slipping the sunglass into a pocket.

“What?! Who hit you? Did they get caught?” Chris was instantly indignant and looked angry, and though you appreciated her immediate leap to defend you, it was not necessary.

“It was an accident, L- er, someone was gesturing a little wildly on the quad when I was walking by and essentially punched me in the nose,” you explained, deciding to leave Leonard’s name out of it for now.  You’re aware that Christine and Leonard knew and worked with each other here at this very clinic, and you weren’t sure if she would think it was funny or be angry that it had been him.

“Well, come in,” Chris said, reaching out a hand to usher you into the clinic.  “I’ll get you settled in a room.”  She grasped the back of your upper arm gently and lead you into one of the nearby rooms, dimming the lights to a comfortable level when she noticed you were squinting.

“So, do you know who it was that hit you?” Christine asked as she ran a tricorder over you, getting your vitals.  “Did they stop to help?”

“Well, yeah,” you said awkwardly, watching the tricorder to avoid eye contact.  “He felt really bad and brought me back to my room.”

“He should have brought you straight here,” Christine said disapprovingly, and you could hear a definite annoyed note in her tone.  “Judging by these bruises and the shape of that nose, you were bleeding a lot.”

           “Bruises?” you asked anxiously, realizing you hadn’t taken a look at yourself in the mirror before you’d left.   Christine seemed to understand, and she slipped her comm out of her pocket and turned on the inward facing camera.  Your face appeared on the screen and you gasped in horror at the huge dark splotch across the middle of your face.  It started on either side of the bridge of your nose and spread out in either direction under both of your eyes, and you had a suspicion that it was only the beginning.  You were already dreading waking up in the morning because you were sure you would have two complete black eyes.

           “It’s not as bad as it looks,” Christine offered, clearly trying to make you feel better.  You groan and gingerly put your head in your hands, letting out a sigh.

           “I knew I should’ve come here right away.  I just wanted to get away from everyone staring at me, but Leonard said I should come here, and—”

           “Leonard?” Christine interrupted, her interest piqued.  “Leonard McCoy?  Did he come and help you?”

           “I…” you hesitate, then can’t stop a small smile from twitching at the corners of your lips.

           “Was he the one that did this?!” Christine asks, aghast, and you can’t help but laugh at the combined horror and amusement on her face.  You nod, and she laughs too, then shakes her head.  “Was he at least apologetic?”

           “Oh, yeah,” you confirmed, “he apologized at least four times and sounded incredibly guilty.  He was trying to insist on bringing me here but I refused.”

           “Leonard’s a good guy,” Christine nodded, putting away the tricorder and tapping something into her PADD.   She paused, then grinned at you.  “But he’s never going to live this one down.”  You let out a little giggle and she patted you on the leg as she stood up.  “I’ll go get the doctor now sweetie, you just sit tight.”

           “It’s… it’s not Leonard is it?” you ask, torn between laughing and crying at the thought.  Christine chuckles and shakes her head, and you sigh with relief as she leaves.  A few minutes later, a cheerful-looking middle aged woman in a lab coat entered the room, looking concerned but amused.

           “Hello dear, I’m Dr. Medina,” she told you as she set down her PADD and picked up a light.  “I’m just going to check your pupil response first.”   You flinched as she shone a bright light into each of your eyes, but she was quick and it was over before you knew it.  You took a deep breath and held it as her hands approached your face; she very gently palpated the areas below your eyes, heading back towards your nose.   She finished up and gave you an approving look as you slowly let out your breath and steadied yourself, before she grabbed a larger style of tricorder and ran it over your face.  She let out a small tutting noise and you cringed as you feared the worst, but she smiled at you as she set the tricorder down.

           “You just have a very small fracture, Mija,” Dr. Medina said, putting a reassuring hand on your forearm.  “I can fix that with the osteo-regenerator in just a few minutes.”  You let out a sigh of relief at this pronouncement, grateful that it would be an easy fix.

           “Will the pain go away once it’s mended?” You asked, watching her as she opened a drawer and retrieved the instrument.

           “Not immediately, but it should start to fade pretty quickly after that,” she told you, adjusting the settings on the regenerator.  “And I’ll give you some pain medication to help.”   You smiled thankfully and lay down when she gestured to do so, centering the small pillow under your head.  You closed your eyes as she began to run the instrument over your nose and cheekbones, wincing slightly at the uncomfortably warm feeling it produced.

           “So, I heard that our Leonard did this,” the doctor commented after a moment of silence, and you could hear the amusement in her voice.  You held back a combined laugh and sigh; clearly Christine was already telling everyone.

           “Yeah,” you said as she withdrew the device, finished with the mending process.  She urged you to stay lying down as you made to sit up, so you lay still.  “It was Leonard.  It was an accident though, he was being a little too animated with his hands and not paying attention and I got in the way.”

           The doctor made another little tutting noise and looked down at you with a twinkle in her eyes as she spoke again.

“Would you like me to have a sit-down with him?  We could have a nice long chat about not harming others.”  You were pretty sure she was joking, but just in case, you shook your head, eyes widening slightly.

“No, no, he already feels really bad, that’s okay,” you said hastily, and the doctor smiled at you again.

“Alright, Mija, I’ll let him off this time.  But you just let me know if you see him behaving badly again,” Dr. Medina said in a conspiratorial voice with a wink, and you laughed, nodding.

           “I promise,” you agreed, smiling.

           “I sent a pain killer prescription to your PADD, go get it filled and go back to your room to rest for the rest of the night.  You should be okay to return to classes tomorrow, but if you’re feeling like you can’t handle it, please come back and I will absolutely give you a note.”  The doctor smiled warmly at you and you nodded again, very appreciative of her offer, though hoping you wouldn’t have to use it.

           “Thank you so much,” you said as you slipped off the table and gently felt your nose.  It was still extremely tender, but it didn’t sear with pain the moment you touched it anymore, either.

           “Get some rest, dear,” she said, patting you on the arm again before leaving the room.

           You headed out of the room, intent on talking to Chris again for a minute, but you could see she was with a patient.  You toyed with the idea of waiting, but you really just wanted to crawl into bed, so you hurry off to the small pharmacy next to the clinic, get your prescription and head back to your room, replacing the sunglasses on your face to avoid questions (though some people still looked at you funny).

           You popped two of the pills as instructed and collapsed on your couch, flipping open your comm and noticing that you’d missed quite a few messages from friends, some of whom had already found out about the incident.  You dashed off messages to most of them and then sat there, feeling a little floaty as the meds kicked in, the pain fading almost entirely and leaving your face feeling mostly normal for the first time in hours.  You had almost fallen asleep when your comm buzzed and you glanced down at it to see that Leonard was messaging you.

How are you doing?  Did you end up going to the med centre?  If there’s anything I can do to help you out, please let me know.  I’m really sorry, again.

           You smiled at the message, feeling a far warmer towards Leonard now than you had in the shock and pain of the moment.  You thought about what you wanted to say for a moment, then replied:

           I’m okay.  Yeah, I went to the med centre.  They gave me pain meds.  I had a small fracture but the doctor fixed it really easily.  I feel way better now that I took the meds.  Don’t be sorry, I know it was an accident.  Thank you for taking care of me after it happened.

           You considered warning him that he might get an earful and some teasing next time he had a shift, but you decided to let him find that you for himself, chuckling at the thought.  You were starting to feel really sleepy so you grudgingly hauled yourself off the couch and got ready for bed, looking at your comm again once you were lying down, snug in your blankets.

           I’m glad you got it fixed.  Don’t thank me, it was the least I could do after I caused the damn injury in the first place.  I hope you feel better tomorrow.  See you in class?

           You tried to text him back, but you had become so drowsy that the comm slipped out of your hand as you drifted into sleep.

           The next morning, you woke up just before your alarm would have gone off, which was lucky, because in the unusual events of the previous day, you’d forgotten to set it.  You groaned at the dull pounding ache in your head and pulled yourself out of bed, stopping only to pop two more of the pain pills before dragging yourself to the bathroom.  You stopped short and stared in horror at your reflection as you approached the mirror, closing your eyes for a moment and then looking again.  It was as you’d feared;  you had two big shiners, a mottled dark purple and blue, around both of your eyes.  Groaning, you leaned closer to the mirror and touched the bruising gently, wondering if you’d be able to cover them with makeup, but you weren’t keen on slathering that much foundation right around your eyes.  Sighing, you resigned yourself to a day full of stares and questions about what had happened, and got yourself ready to go.

           Twenty minutes or so before your first lecture was due to start, there was a knock on your door.  Your head popped out from the tank top you were pulling over your head and you frowned, wondering who it was.

           “Just a minute!” you called, tucking in your tank and pulling on your jacket.  Since you were ready to go anyway, you grabbed your backpack, shouldered it and decided to head out instead of letting whoever it was in.   You opened the door to see Leonard standing there, holding a small paper bag and looking a bit worried.  His eyes widened when his gaze settled on your face, and you could see a strong flash of guilt in his eyes.

           “It’s fine, it looks worse than it is,” you said hurriedly, trying to cut him off before he could start apologizing again.  “It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as before, I just look like a raccoon,” you said ruefully, letting out a small laugh.

           “I’m so—” he began, but you shook your head, cutting him off.

           “Leonard you’ve apologized plenty, I know it was an accident.” You paused, remembering how you’d muttered at him on the way back to the dorms.  “I’m sorry about what I said.  About not doing harm.  That was uncalled for.”   Leonard shrugged, and you could see that he still looked guilty, but he refrained from apologizing again.   There was a bit of awkward silence as you stepped out of your room and the door closed behind you.  After a moment, he held up the paper bag he was carrying, then held it out to you.

           “I brought you breakfast.  I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a chocolate chip muffin and a carrot muffin.”

           You took the bag from him and peered inside, feeling your stomach rumble as the wonderful scent of the two muffins filled your nose.

           “Mmm, they smell so good.  Thank you,” you said, smiling at him.  He seemed relieved that you hadn’t rejected his offering, and you felt a bit of the tension in the air ease.

           “Shall we head to class?” he asked, gesturing in the direction of the exit to the dorm building.  You nod and walk with him, sighing inwardly as, before you could even get down the entire hallway, someone had already spotted you and asked what happened.  You explained as quickly as you could, with Leonard shifting guiltily beside you, and then you moved on.  It happened again at the entrance to the dorm building, just as you were leaving.

           Thrice, outside, people stopped you and asked in horror what had happened.  You were starting to get tired of explaining and eager to get to class, so you and Leonard picked up the pace a little, trying to avoid more inquiries.

           “Oh my god, what happened?” Another voice rang out as you stepped through the entrance to your lecture’s building and you sighed, closing your eyes slightly as you wonder if this was going to happen every few minutes literally all day long.

           “He punched me,” you said jokingly this time, gesturing at Leonard, much to your friend’s shock and Leonard’s dismay.  You hastily explained that you were joking and tell her what really happened, then move on.

           “We’re gonna be late for class at this rate,” Leonard said, and you could hear a note of grumpiness in his voice.  You agreed, though; there was only five minutes until your lecture and you still had a still had a flight of stairs and hallway to get down.   You hurry up the stairs with Leonard immediately behind you and power-walk down the hallway, trying to avoid people’s eyes and keenly aware that nearly everyone passing you in the opposite direction was staring.

           “What happened?!”

           You groan as, just feet from your classroom door, another friend catches sight of you.

           “He did it,” you said, pointing at Leonard before grinning and hurrying the last few steps into the class.   Leonard didn’t come into the classroom until you had already sat down and taken out your PADD, and he looked grumpier than ever as he sat down heavily in his seat.

           “Can you please not imply that I did it on purpose?” Leonard grumbled at you, and you turned around to grin at him.

           “Oh come on, can’t I have a little bit of fun?”  You asked innocently, and he shot you a dark look.  “You asked if there was anything you could do to help; allowing me to laugh about it helps.”

           “How about instead of destroying my reputation, I make it up to you some other way?”  You put on a thoughtful expression, then gesture at him to go on.   “How about dinner on Friday night?  We could try that new place that just opened up nearby.”

           You stare at him for a moment, surprised by the sudden change of events.  You hadn’t expected him to ask you out, but it certainly wasn’t an unappealing offer.  You smiled after a moment, and nodded a little.

           “I think I’d like that,” you said softly, dropping the gently mocking tone you’d used before.  “Agreed.”

           Leonard was about to say something else, a small smile coming over his face, when the professor began to speak, calling the class to order.  You swivelled around in your chair to face the front, glancing down at your PADD as a message window popped up a moment later.

           Does 7pm on Friday work for you?

           You smiled and typed an affirmative message, then you just couldn’t resist adding one more thing, as you thought about why all this had happened in the first place.

Sounds good.  And by the way, Leonard – I got a perfect score on that midterm;  I could help you study, if you’d like. ;)

           A moment later you heard a little grunt of what sounded like both annoyance and laughter from behind you and you grinned as you began taking notes for the class, thinking about how it was nice that even though your nose had been broken and your face had felt like it was on fire, something good had definitely come out of it all.

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Out of Nowhere

A/N: A request from @sweetg for a slightly smutty, slightly fluffy fic where the reader already works for the BAU, and Spencer is going on a job interview. After he gets the job, a relationship develops. 

Warnings: Smut

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All of you were already smart. Why did you need to hire a technical genius that couldn’t run and whose marksmanship sucked? “How many people are interviewing for this position?” You asked Hotch. Unfortunately, you were the lowest man on the totem pole, the one who got hired most recently, but you had earned the team’s respect.

“Just two. Dr. Spencer Reid and Dr. Ned Coulson.”

Should you overstep your boundaries? Ok, sidestep. How could you say this? “Okay, Hotch, I don’t want to sound out of line, but why are we hiring someone who’s insanely smart but can run or shoot?”

His tight-lipped smile curled up a little more; he did understand where you were coming from. “I can understand your skepticism, but having someone with an extremely high intellect will allow us to tackle cases from another angle. It’ll give us a perspective that we don’t already have.”

You guessed that made sense. “Alright, I guess I get that. Just...can you make sure whoever it is isn’t completely inept with a gun?” You laughed.

“I’ll do my best.”

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“So, who’s our new guy?” You asked. The week after the interviews, the team could see in his eyes that he had made a decision. “We know you’ve chosen someone. Who is it?”

“Dr. Spencer Reid. He’s 22 years old, has three Ph.D.’s and an IQ of 187, and Y/N , don’t worry, he passed his marksmanship test, if only just.”

That you could handle. “Cool, when does he start?”

“Tomorrow.”

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Oh, this was going to be difficult. Yes, he was a genius, and yes, he also was very physically inept, but he was very sweet, and though you wouldn’t admit it to Hotch or anyone else on the team, but you were developing a little bit of a crush on the team’s new genius. If you had to put money on it, you’d say he had a bit of a crush on you too. Whenever he spoke to you, he blushed like a madman, stammered like he was in high school and just generally couldn’t meet your gaze. “Spencer.” He was sitting at his desk and looked like he was deep in thought. “Hey Spencer!”

His head snapped up from the desktop. “Oh, oh, s-s-sorry, Y/N. W-what is it?”

“Can I get the paperwork from your first case?” As the two young ones, Hotch thought it best to pair you up, so you needed to sign off on some paperwork that he started. “I need to hand it to Hotch by the end of the day today.”

Spencer got up from his desk and nearly tripped over his own feet as he grabbed the pile of paperwork and handed it to you. “Oh, s-s-sorry.” As he handed it over, he averted your gaze and started to ramble.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Spencer. We want you to be comfortable here. Okay?” You took the paperwork from his hands and your fingers brushed up against his. He had soft hands. When he stammered, about to apologize again, you met his gaze and smiled. Hopefully, he’d become more comfortable.

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Spencer had been with the BAU for less than a month, but during that time, he’d become much more at ease with himself. Once or twice, he’d come out with the team, but more often than not, the two of you would find yourselves as the last ones in the bullpen at night, talking for hours about anything from Star Wars to comic books to Einstein’s theory of relativity. “Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan is obviously the best of those movies”

“I’m sorry, Spence. I have a soft spot for Star Trek: Generations. I used to watch it with my dad all the time.” This was a recurring theme over the last month - arguing over the best and worst films in fandom. As you entered the elevator, you bumped his body with your hip.

“But that doesn’t mean it’s the best one, it just means your nostalgic for it,” he said. “You wanna grab a slice? I’m hungry.”

Gods, yes. Food was necessary. “Totally, but you didn’t ask for what was the technical best film, yes Wrath of Khan is arguable the best. You asked for favorite. Generations is the favorite because it’s amazing and I used to watch it with my dad.”

“Okay, we need to have a quick question and answer type deal because I need to figure out whether we can actually be friends,” he laughed, pressing the button for the garage floor.

“Oh really?” This was the most out of his shell he’d been since he started.

After deciding to grab a slice at the place down the block, he started the game. “Okay, no thinking, just answering. Ready?”

“Yea, go.”

“Star Trek or Star Wars?”

“Wars.”

“Coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, duh.”

“Legolas or Aragorn?”

“AHHHHH!!! Aragorn! I hate you for making me choose.”

It went on like that, question after question for nearly the entire time they ate. They both preferred autumn over any other season. Y/N was a dog person, while Spencer was a cat person. Both preferred a walk through the woods rather than one on the beach, and would also prefer a quiet night at home as opposed to going out. 

While the questions started out more random, it seemed that as the night wore on, the questions got deeper, until what was the final question. “Love or trust?”

“Trust,” you said without hesitation, “Love can come from trust, but just because you love someone doesn’t mean you trust them.” 

While you were talking, you’d somehow ended up by your car. “Spence, that was fun. We should do that again some time.”

“I’d like that.” The way he blushed made you think he thought of this as a date, and before this moment you hadn’t, but seeing him like this, his face soft and blushing in the shine of the moon, something about it made you admit to yourself that you were crushing on the Doctor.

Leaning up, you quickly pressed your lips to his, pulling away as quickly as you’d approached. “Sorry,” you said. “I just...”

“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. Without another word, he brought his hand to the side of your face and kissed you again, more needy and hungry than before.  While the moon peeked in through the openings in the parking structure, Spencer gently backed you into your car, his hands hesitantly roaming your midsection. 

You whimpered into the kiss when he pulled you closer. “Spence...I...”

“I’m sorry,” he stammered, swallowing back his need as he backed away.

Reaching your hands out, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back in. “I didn’t mean it like that...I meant...maybe...would you want to come back to my place?” The heat rose in your cheeks. You never blushed? Why the fuck were you blushing? Why were you falling for this lanky nerd boy? 

Spencer quickly gave you a peck on the lips before getting in the passenger seat and driving to your apartment in utter silence with the little but the moonlight to guide you. “Are you s-sure?” He asked as you pulled up.

“Yes. You?”

He nodded, biting his lower lip as his gaze unglued from yours and allowed him to get out of the car.

Once upstairs, his seeming nervousness subsided. His hands effortlessly glided underneath your jacket, peeling it off and throwing it toward the floor. Again, you whimpered into the comfort of his kiss, reveling in the feel of his lips against your skin. “Inside,” you breathed heavily. 

In a torrent of clumsiness and heat, you disrobed each other save for your undergarments and tripped into bed. “That was smooth.”

“Sorry,” he laughed.  “Don’t be. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a while.” Laughing, you turned him over and straddled his thighs, grinding back and forth and feeling his length begin to stiffen even more. The way his eyes bore into you made you feel...wanted. You hadn’t felt that in a while.

His hands slid up your thighs, thumbs teasing at the fabric of the panties you wore. Even the slightest touch had you wanting. As he watched, you reached behind you and unlatched your bra. His breath hitched at the sight and his hands followed, cupping the mounds of flesh and squeezing just slightly - enough to make you whine for him. “Take me,” you breathed. 

Quickly, he removed your panties and threw them to the side before removing his own boxers. You situated yourself back on top of him and pulled a condom from the night stand to sheath him before sinking down onto his length. “Oh,” you said, shaking as your walls molded perfectly around him, “oh fuck.”

A strangled grunt escaped him when you started to move up and down on his length. “I still can’t believe you like Generations more than Wrath of Khan,” he smiled as you bent down to kiss him. “I don’t know if I can be with someone like that.”

Your tongue stuck out slightly from your lips, taking Spencer’s laughter into your mouth. “Is that so?” You contracted your muscles around his length and giggled at the cry that escaped him. “It doesn’t seem like you’re having a problem.”

“Maybe I can make an exception.”

As your bottom half continued moving up and down, contracting tighter and tighter around his length, the laughter subsided; in its place took desperation. “Spencer...please.” You were doing the majority of the work, but your breasts needed attention. Grabbing his hands, you brought them up to your chest, silently telling him exactly what you needed. When his pinched your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger, you arched back, the feeling going straight to your core.

Your cry brought him to sit up, burying his head in your chest as you continued your grinding motions against him. “Will you come for me?” He whispered. The confidence - the 180-degree turn from earlier - made you shiver. He thrusted up into you. Everything became much more frenzied. He needed you and you needed him. Perhaps more importantly, he wanted you and you wanted him. “Y/N, please...come for me.”

Spencer wrapped his hands around your body, which started to shake with the force of your release. “Come with me,” you begged. “Oh fuck.” You gasped when his length hit the deepest parts of you and made the shaking more intense. And when his hand reached between your writhing bodies to touch your sensitive bundle of nerves, you cried out. “Spencer!”

“Fuuuucccckkkk...” he groaned. He hungrily devoured your flesh, peppering your collarbone and chest in kisses that made your body melt. “Oh my god, Y/N...that was...”

“Was it better than you thought from someone who likes Generations more than Wrath of Khan?” You asked, giggling into his mouth as you kissed him and removed yourself from him. “Or someone who likes dogs more than cats?”

“I think I can get over that,” he laughed. When you removed his condom and threw it away, he fell backward into the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “For you, I’ll get over it.”

“I’m honored,” you laughed.

“Should we tell anyone?” He asked. “That is...if this is more than just a one night thing...” He trailed off, his words losing their edge as he spoke. 

It was ironic how you questioned his need to be on the team just a month earlier. “I’m not a one night thing kind of person, Spencer. I was hoping it would be more of a-”

He cut you off, turning into you and taking your mouth in a searing kiss. “Good. Should we tell anyone?”

“Let’s wait a while,” you said honestly. “But in all actuality, they already know.”

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