#bones mccoy fanfic

[anindoorchild]

Bones making his love for Jim SUPER OBVIOUS by choosing to stay in space with him is one of my favorite micro tropes

[spirk-trek]

For the fic prompt thing: how about Spock coming out as gay/bi/ace to a pining Jim (who thinks that Spock is straight)?

Merry writing!!!🖖

hello my darling anon! thank you for the request :) this one is very short and sweet. i like to think spock assumes everyone already knows, so he doesn't expect it to matter. i hope you enjoy!

quick side note to the anon who requested genius!jim... i started writing it, hated it, started again, then watched a documentary that made me change the entire plot but it's turning into one of my favorite little creations ever. thank you (and all the others too) for your patience <3

without further ado, let's get spock out of the closet!

(or read here on ao3 if you prefer)

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"Please, Jim. Spock n’ I here are the only ones who know a thing about exes."

Jim, McCoy, and Spock sat around the Captain’s desk in his quarters, enjoying a particularly potent blend of top-shelf beverages. At least, the two humans partook. Spock held onto a mug of tea himself, sipping steadily while Jim continued to tip a vibrant green liquid past his lips. He raised an angled brow at the doctor’s statement.

"Doctor?"

"Well,” he leaned forward, elbows resting on the surface before him, inadvertently nudging a nearby plant dangerously close to the edge. “That T'pring didn't exactly treat you to the warmest welcome, did she?"

"I have exes, Bones,” Jim chimed in, delayed by his moderate intoxication. He reached out to push the plant back to a more sturdy position before Spock could do so, rubbing one of its leaves between his fingers briefly.

“Yeah, but the ones you do got ‘re angels.” McCoy jabbed a finger into the space between them. “Not to mention, they’d all take you back ‘n a heartbeat if you asked. You know I’m right.”

Jim hummed, bobbing his head in consideration and tracing a circle around the edge of his glass. 

“Not Gary."

McCoy rolled his eyes. "Gary’s dead."

"He's still my ex, no?” He picked up his glass again but did not drink from it. 

"And T'Pring is Spock's." The doctor turned his attention back to the science officer, a smile on his face Spock couldn’t discern a reason for. He set his mug down on the desk and clasped his hands together.

"T’Pring was correct in her assessment that our bond would not amount to what she is likely to achieve with Stonn. Her actions were logical."

"Oh, c’mon now.” McCoy waved a hand. “Logic. She'd’ve been lucky to have you."

"I continue to resist belief in the concept of luck, doctor."

Jim leaned closer then, brushing their shoulders together. Spock turned to address him, watching as a warm expression reached his eyes, flecks of soft pink light reflecting back from golden depths.

“I’ll convince you yet,” he murmured. Spock’s mind went blank in its attempt to formulate a response, making it a relief when the doctor cleared his throat. 

He shifted back, centering his posture. “Regardless, Captain.” 

“Jim,” he corrected. “Off duty, remember?”

He touched his glass to his lips but still did not drink. 

“Regardless, Jim.” In his peripheral vision, Spock saw McCoy finish his own drink in one swallow. “You misunderstand my meaning.”

“Then what did you mean?” The doctor’s voice was harsh from the burn of alcohol, blue eyes narrowed.

“I am not interested in sharing a life with her on Vulcan, as my home is no longer there.” 

Jim had propped his head against his hand, swirling his last dregs of green lazily with the other, waiting for him to say more.

“Of course, the issue is compounded by my lack of attraction to females.”

The glass slipped from Jim’s fingers, shattering against the floor. Spock raised both brows as the man then raised his hand toward McCoy and shushed him loudly.

“I didn't say anything!”

Jim leaned in toward Spock with urgency, nearly slipping off his chair in the process. Their knees touched, broken glass forgotten below them.

“Lack of... attraction?" He repeated. Spock noted a change in color to his cheeks, deepening beyond the usual pigment caused by alcohol consumption. 

“To females.” 

Spock nodded.

“Explain.”

“They do not arouse me,” he answered simply.

“Well, would you look at that?” McCoy was looking down into his empty glass. “I need another drink.”

“But, Spock.” Jim reached out for his shoulder as if the interruption had not occurred, grasping tightly to regain his attention. Spock raised a brow.

"Men." He whispered the word as if it contained some sort of secret. “Do they-”

McCoy turned from where he’d crossed the room to retrieve the bottle of brandy. Apparently too quickly, as his steps stuttered sideways.

"Jim!"

Jim’s hand on Spock’s shoulder jumped away, though he pulled his eyes away with significantly more difficulty.

"What?"

"You can't just-"

Spock interrupted. "It is a logical question."

"See?” Jim was smiling brightly when he turned back toward him. “He thinks I'm logical."

"Yeah, well, I think you're both stupid."

Spock crossed his arms over his chest, but Jim ignored the insult. He attempted not to notice the anticipation behind his expression, the way it pulled at him, made him consider reaching out as Jim so often did.

"Well, Mr. Spock?"

Spock blinked. "Males are, indeed, of primary interest to me."

"That's a whole lotta words to say you're gay."

McCoy had leaned back against the partition, glass to his lips. Jim covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, though it escaped in the form of a huff through his nose, eyes sparkling with mirth.

"I believe, gentlemen, that is my cue to take my leave."

"No!” Jim’s smile fell suddenly and he leaned back into Spock, hand reappearing at his shoulder.

“Stay? Please?”

He swallowed, blinking slowly. Spock was all too aware of the four centimeters his hand slipped down his arm before his grip tightened to stop it, as well as the six centimeter decrease in space between their faces. 

“You haven’t even finished your tea, after all.”

This was a correct statement. Jim’s hand slipped another two centimeters lower.

“Yeah, Spock. Stay,” McCoy encouraged, downing the rest of his drink once again. “I’m leaving.”

Spock only briefly glanced at him before looking back at Jim. 

“Very well, Captain. If you wish me to remain.”

“Jim, Spock. Jim. And yes. I do.”

[celestialvoyeur]

Just for a change, I’m throwing in a little something for my McSpirk friends. Everyone loves the ‘only one bed’ trope, right? 😝

[illegalpaladin]

I am 3100 words into my mcspirk smut fic. No smut has happened because I'm having too much fun with the dynamic of these three. I'm having a great time. I love these old men.

[dustykneed]

what's got ya smilin' like that, mr spock?

(the answer? his husbands, of course.)

and hope y'all don't mind the plug, but i have two new mcspirk fics up on my ao3 🎉 both archive locked and rated E. all our tomorrows (spones hurt/comfort) and put your money where your mouth is (jim gets himself into a Situation). both reasonably lighthearted, but i go into more detail in the work tags.

[an-actual-floof]

back from the landing party

(inspired lowkey by Nightvision by Susan K James. Fully a Spirk fic but the McCoy/Kirk dynamic making me weep a bit)

[wwillywonka]

spock crying in the the motion picture novelization

as i was watching star trek the motion picture today, i found myself wondering how closely it and the book align only to find that the essential scene, the thesis statement of the tmp story, where spock draws a direct parallel between v'ger and himself while crying is simply... not in the book. i know the version that's more widely available now is the director's cut and that said scene wasn't even in the original theatrical release, but the movie is simply incomplete without it. so! i decided to write out the scene as if it were in the book! please enjoy my take on a prose version of spock's beautiful speech

“Spock?” Then, when his Science Officer did not answer, “Mr. Spock.”

Kirk rose from the captain’s chair and made for the console where Spock sat, facing away from him towards the screen that displayed Vejur’s activity.

“I think -" Kirk began.

Then, Spock turned towards him in his chair, hand releasing from its resting place against the thin line of his mouth. He was — crying. A single, shimmering tear was streaking down his left cheek. His eyes, usually so dark and, since his return from Vulcan, so indecipherable, now shone brightly under the dim, warm light of the bridge. His eyebrows crinkled inwards, not in contemplative thought but, and Kirk would have never guessed, worry. It seemed that open, unashamed emotion left over from Spock’s mind meld with the intruder had not yet dissipated, though Kirk was unsure if Spock’s tears were more Vejur’s than his own.

Spock nodded his head, lifting it a little towards his captain, slightly accusatorily. There was no attempt to hide, no apologetic aversion of gaze. It seemed as if he were telling Jim, “Yes, believe what you are seeing, Captain.

“I have returned.”

Kirk felt McCoy step into place at his side, the doctor’s eyes settling on the now multiple tears pooling down Spock’s face. The captain shared a look with McCoy, acknowledging their mutual concern and astonishment towards their friend.

“Not for us,” Kirk finally stated.

“No, Captain. Not for us.” Spock’s voice, if perhaps a little softer than usual, was confident, steady, calm. Certain. “For Vejur.”

Spock raised his hands, intertwining the fingers in a familiar, thoughtful gesture, but kept them suspended in the air, fidgeting.

Commander Decker approached, too, eyebrows furrowing as he took in the image before him. Kirk showed no sign of acknowledging his presence, the captain’s attention entirely focused on his friend.

“I weep for Vejur as I would for a brother," Spock continued. "As I was when I came aboard, so is Vejur now. Empty, incomplete, and searching. Logic and knowledge are not enough.”

Kirk thought back to every argument, every insistent remark Spock made during their initial five-year mission about his lack of emotion, about his fundamental inability to consider anything else but logic and careful reasoning. Were these out of desperation, a need for the humans of the old Enterprise crew to accept his words as fact so that he, too, could cement their validity? Maybe in Spock’s mind, the more times he declared it, the closer it would be to coming true.

“Spock,” McCoy cut in, colliding reality with Kirk’s thoughts and Spock’s poetic words. “Are you saying that you’ve found what you needed, but Vejur hasn’t?” Decker spoke first. “What would Vejur need to fulfill itself?” Spock moved his gaze towards the main screen, just past Kirk’s head in his line of sight. “Each of us, at some time in our lives, turns towards someone: a father, a brother, a god… and asks, ‘Why am I here? What was I meant to be?’” He took in a sharp breath. “Vejur hopes to touch its creator-“ And now, he lifted his gaze, meeting Kirk’s eyes. “To find its answers.”

“‘Is this all that I am?’” said the captain, quoting Spock’s words from their conversation in sickbay. “‘Is there nothing more?’”

[lichqueenlibrarian]

IM WHEEZING

JIMOTHY

[purpleenma]

Like Yin and Yang

My gift to @donsdrawn for the Mcspirk Gift Exchange 2024 inspired by their awesome ongoing fic Really, Really, Ridiculously Good Looking.

In this AOS AU Jim and Spock are rival models that have a huge crush on Bones, the professional photographer that usually takes their pictures. This is their first time working together and trying to be professional about it.

I also needed to do this extra doodle, the silly compelled me xD

AO3 art post

[affixjoy]

McSpirk asking to not be put in Situations as this cute little frog meme I found on Twitter:

Spock:

Kirk:

Bones:

As fanfiction writers it is our duty to put these men in as many Situations as we can. Go forth and get these boys in trouble fellow writers 🫡

[invisible-brandy]

morning dilemmas

@mcspirkevents (for the bingo card prompt "mccoy makes breakfast")

i also wrote a little something for this, you can read it on ao3 or under the cut (it's only ~450 words)

Mornings are quiet and slow these days. Spock doesn't mind. Jim is sometimes restless, but never in the morning—he is not a morning person, by his own admission, so Spock only needs to make sure he gets to sleep and then sleeps undisturbed, and they're all okay. Len is not a morning person either, but he insists he's barely a person anyway. Catching up on years of sleepless nights and stress seems good for him, good for them all.

Spock usually wakes up first between the three of them. He tends to allow himself to listen to their breathing for…some time. He never knows how long, has stopped trying to force himself to cut it and go on with his day. He found out that listening to their breathing is the best remedy for the irrational fear of something going wrong.

So when Spock wakes up and only hears one heartbeat next to his, he panics just a little bit.

Just for a moment.

Because next thing he hears is a familiar clang of a pan and before his brain actually catches up, his heart already calms and he exhales a breath he didn't know he'd drawn so deeply in his anxious jolt. He sinks back into the bed, glad that Jim didn't startle from his movement. It's just his hand that's shifted to rest against Spock's side.

Leonard is in the kitchen. Cooking, most likely. Most likely, breakfast.

They're all okay.

Spock can smell burnt eggs and honey.

He shifts Jim entirely onto the pillows, runs his fingers through the graying wheat of his hair. Jim doesn’t like waking up alone, but Spock can’t find it in him to wake him up now, as irrational as it is.

The bed creaks under Spock’s weight and he sidesteps to be in the line with the door. Leonard left it open, and Spock can see straight down the hallway and into the kitchen.

It’s filled with sun, rays of it caressing Leonard’s shoulders, almost spilling onto the dark floor towards the bedroom. He’s yet to dress, which seems an unwise state to be cooking in, but then Spock notices the ties of the apron on his waist.

There’s a certain intimacy in watching someone's naked back.

Spock enjoys it.

In a little bit, Jim will most likely wake up from the smell of breakfast and coffee, and he’ll be terribly insistent on kissing Spock before brushing his teeth, and Leonard will most likely not be able to keep his hands to himself—and neither will be Spock—and Spock wouldn’t have changed this for anything in the universe.

[anindoorchild]

I just started Star Trek TOS and I was worried Kirk and Bones wouldn’t love each other as much as I want them to but THEY DO. I’m screaming. like “Plum”?! whatttttt just KISS

[spacejellycreates]

Leonard "Bones" McCoy x reader

You walk into sickbay with some files to deliver to McCoy, but what you see as you enter is a sorry sight indeed. Bones has a tendency to overwork himself, and today is no exception. His head rests on his palm, elbow propped up on the desk, and there are large bags under his eyes. In truth, he looks exhausted.

You go to hand him the files, and he looks up at you with a tired smile. "Thanks, Lieutenant, I'll get right on those."

As he reaches out to take them, however, you move them out of his reach, chastising him, "Oh no, you won't. You need a break, Doctor."

He groans, reaching out for the files again. "Would you just-" You swap them to your other hand. "Hand me the damn-" You hold them above your head. He gives up and folds his arms, glaring up at you from his seat at his desk.

"No, Leonard. Not until you've had a break. Please, for me?" You give him your most exaggerated puppy dog eyes. He knows you're just joking around, but somehow it works on him anyway.

He sighs, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance. "Alright. Alright, you win. I'm certainly not getting any work done until you leave anyhow."

You beam at him. "Thank you, Bones. I'm very happy to hear that." You put the files down and take his face in both your hands. "You'll work yourself into the ground if you're not careful."

You run your thumbs over his cheeks, and he can't help but close his eyes. "You're too good to me, you know that? I don't deserve you," he mutters.

"Hush, now. Don't be silly. Of course you do." You move closer, sliding one of your arms around his shoulders while your other hand presses his head against your body. He gives a pleasantly surprised hum and wraps his arms around your waist. "You ought to take better care of yourself. You're such a hypocrite," you tease.

He chuckles. "I suppose I am." You run your fingers through his hair, and he sighs, leaning more of his body weight against you. "It's probably about time someone called me out on it," he mumbles. You can feel his muscles beginning to relax, the tension in his body finally releasing. You tighten your grip, holding him more firmly against you, rocking the two of you back and forth. "M'gonna fall asleep if you're not careful," he slurs his words a little when he speaks, highlighting his point.

"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" you reply, dropping your hands down to his shoulders and pushing him away a little, "You're still on the clock." He grumbles for a moment until he sees you leaning down to kiss his forehead. You pull back to look him in the eyes. "Promise me you'll go easier on yourself?"

He gazes up at you, eyes shining with affection and perhaps some tears, though you pretend not to notice. "I will, I promise." Then, with a hint of that textbook Bones sarcasm, he adds, "Doctor's orders."

"Good." You give his shoulder a squeeze before stepping back, arms dropping to your sides. As you leave the room, you turn back to point at him. "You'd better!"

He picks the files up, smiling to himself. For the rest of the day, he is in an uncharacteristically good mood, and no one can figure out why.

[lxvenderjewel]

bones delivers crew gossip to bridge crew each week to keep them all sane. this one week he keeps hearing a certain rumor about jim and he decides to deliver gossip that day. jim’s like “i love crew gossip cause it’s always so dumb and untrue but absurd and fucking hilarious” at the end of bones’ report he goes “oh yes i almost forgot according to the crew,, our very own captain james tiberius kirk is irrevocably, desperately, furiously, deeply, absolutely, no question about it, madly in love with his first officer” and jim goes “well fuck nvm” and bridge crew goes fucking crazy (also spock isn’t there because plot). this results in bridge crew trying to get jim and spock tg while spock has no fucking clue wtf is going on

[illegalpaladin]

Is this fic the kinkiest thing I've written? No. Is it the most sensual? Absolutely.

[discoonthegrass]

Amok Time: In the throes of his Pon Farr mating period, Spock must return to Vulcan to meet his intended future wife, betrothed from childhood.

I, Mudd: Harry Mudd returns with a plot to take over the Enterprise by stranding the crew on a planet populated by androids under his command.

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