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sprite-writes · 1 year ago

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failed romantics

Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader (original female character)

Summary: Secrets can’t be kept forever, and what better time to reveal them than the Enterprise night shift.

Word Count: 5,902

A/N: yay another chapter!! I have been so excited to write this one since I started this series, I hope you all like it. As always very special thanks to @lightning-writes without them these chapters would literally never get finished LOL immediately after finishing this plz go check out their bucky series; good heart (faulty machine of a man) it kills me in the best way. anyways, thank you for reading plz like + comment if you enjoyed :)

Leonard can only barely make out Kirk’s face under the dim bulb, but he is pissed enough that Jim’s mug is the last thing he wants to see. The music is loud, so goddamn loud , loud enough that the whiskey did nothing for his headache.

“This is not what I had in mind when you said you knew a place,” he yells over the music, staring down the side of Kirk's face.

“What?” the captain calls back, still oblivious to Leonard's scowl. Kirk is absent, completely distracted by the crowd, more specifically the women . His gaze filters from person to person as they pass by the table, a dumb smile on his face the entire time. If steam could come out of Leonard’s ears, it would.

“I said this isn't what I had in mind for tonight.” He reaches across the table and firmly flicks his friend’s temple.

“Hey! What's your problem?” Kirk whines. Leonard is satisfied to have gotten his attention—finally.

“You said you knew a nice place– you said it was a bar!”

“Yeah and? This is both of those things!”

“This is a goddamned petri dish!”

It is. Leonard has refused to even allow his bare skin to touch the tabletop, weary of the unknown sticky substances covering it. There are so many bodies— human and otherwise— packed into the space, it's suffocating, and certainly a fire hazard. It's gross, downright unsanitary, and fucking loud.

“You’re dramatic, Bones, it's nice enough. Loosen up! Maybe try to meet somebody. We’re only in Yorktown for a day, y’know?”

Tipsy Kirk is a fucking idiot.

Leonard recoils at the idea. The captain has gained this…habit lately. This advice-giving habit where he tells Leonard to relax, to get out there, to get laid, and every time it passes through Kirk's lips, Leonard becomes nauseous. He abhors this subject, he really does. The only thing he hates talking about more than his dating life is why he doesn’t have one. Sure, he hasn't had much of one since the divorce anyway, but whatever he did have quickly reduced to nothing after meeting Sunshine. He feels so childish even mulling his thoughts over, and how it feels pointless to consider any other woman interesting since he has already met Sunshine, who is the most interesting. Interesting and pretty. Interesting and pretty and kind. He shakes his head before he starts down his mental list (again). Somedays, it feels like his feelings will swallow him whole. It has been so long since he felt it, the wanting . Wanting to talk to her all the time, or hold her hand, or just be around her. It all makes him feel so juvenile, like he’s a lovesick teenager. She makes him feel like a lovesick teenager. It is the single most frustrating thing he’d ever experienced.

“I don't wanna associate with anyone who willingly steps foot inside this shithole,” he snaps, “C’mon man, let's go.” Kirk protests, of course, even more so as Leonard grabs him by the ear and pulls him up from the chair. He tells himself he’s doing Kirk a favor, that the last thing he needs is a hookup— that he’s certainly not taking out his frustrations on his friend.

The pair weave through the bodies, with Kirk stumbling after his friend and out the door. The cool breeze hits them like a breath of fresh air, and Leonard takes it in. Kirk, on the other hand, furiously rubs his reddened ear.

“What the hell was that for? Are you out to get me tonight?”

Leonard feels a quick pang of sympathy, regretting lashing out.

“Look, I’m sorry, but that place had me sweating like a damn sinner in church, there’s other bars, and it's getting late anyways–”

Kirk would usually push it, and Leonard could tell he wants to, which makes him all the more thankful he doesn’t.

“Fine, fine, whatever but we are drinking when we get back to the ship,” he settles, leading the way home.

Yorktown is cold and downright industrial. Leonard hates it. He would usually be thankful for a pit stop if it means he can feel non-artificial gravity, but, between the dirty club and Kirk’s antagonizing, he’s ready to be spacebound again. Both the Enterprise and the USS Endeavor are in Yorktown for the night, in the process of a personnel transfer. The streets are crawling with Starfleet members.

They walk in silence for most of the way, observing the larger-than-life city and the star crafts buzzing overhead. Leonard would be lying if he said he doesn’t feel a bit empty. Perhaps the low-lit, music-blaring monstrosity would have felt more tolerable if a certain lieutenant was with him and not stuck with the enterprise night crew.

“You know, I wouldn’t have even known that place existed if it wasn’t for Sunny,” Kirk laughs. Leonard scrunches his nose.

“She recommended that barnyard?” he scoffs.

“Oh god no, she told me to stay away from it. Said it was the grimiest place on this side of the universe. I just thought it sounded like a good time, y’know?”

Leonard stares, really stares, and wonders why he keeps expecting better of Kirk.

“You’re an idiot, and an ass. The woman gives you stellar advice, and you ignore it, and stick her with the skeleton crew.”

Kirk stops so abruptly, that Leonard stumbles over him.

“ I didn’t put her on the skeleton crew, she requested to be. You think I would make her work more than she already does? I’m not a tyrant, Bones.”

What?

“What?” Leonard says out loud. “Why would she ask to be holed up on the enterprise all leave?”

“I mean, I would too if the alternative was running into my ex and all his coworkers.”

Kirk laughs, Leonard’s head spins.

“Her ex?”

“Yeah her— she didn’t tell you any of this?”

“She said she wanted Jameson to oversee the transfer, give him more experience or something, so you put her on his night shift.”

“No? She wanted Jameson to do it because she used to be engaged to the Endeavors head of security.”

Leonard blinks. And blinks again.

“Dude, I don’t even know how to change the schedule,” Kirk adds.

Suddenly, despite talking to her everyday for close to a year, she feels unfamiliar. Engaged? He can hardly imagine it, nor does he want to. Pictures of Sunshine flash through his mind, and he clenches his fist.

“Didn’t know she had been engaged,” he feigns a casual tone.

Kirk furrows his brows.

“ You didn’t know? You of all people?” Leonard shrugs, as his stomach forms a knot. “She tells you everything, and she’s never mentioned Ryder?”

“Christ, his name is Ryder ?”

“I know! Douchebag name, right?”

He doesn’t respond for a beat, which turns into several beats. The gears in his head turn and turn. Engaged . He doesn’t understand why the idea eats at him. He himself had been married for years. So what if she was engaged? There is no reason for him to be upset that his friend—a coworker–had an ex.

He feels nauseous.

Kirk clears his throat, derailing Leonard's train of thought.

“You’re right, it’s late, we should head back,” he says, offering a reassuring smile. Leonard follows him, hands in his pockets.

“Do y’know what happened?” he asks finally. Kirk casts him a sideways glance.

“What, between them? Not a clue,” Kirk says with sincerity enough for Leonard to believe it. “She wasn’t really keen on discussing it.” He pauses and looks at the ground as they walk. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it though, Bones, I think everyone sees she’s only really got eyes for one person these days.”

“Don't start, Jim,” Leonard warns hotly, clenching his jaw.

“Start what? I’m not starting anything. I’m just laying out the facts.” Jim hiccups. “She adores you, man, like adores -”

“Sunshine ‘adores’ everyone she meets. We’re friends—good friends, but that's all.” His patience shrinks as his annoyance grows.

Jim laughs mirthlessly.

“No, Sunshine and I are good friends. Whatever you two are is something else entirely-”

“Anyone ever tell you you don't know when to shut up?” His tone is as cold as the night air, and Jim shuts up.

Leonard wishes Kirk would drop the subject, trip over a rock, or whatever it took to never have this conversation again. Really—what he truly wants is for everyone to stop dangling this hope in front of his face like a carrot. He’s not an idiot, he knows he spends more time with the lieutenant than his colleagues, hears her laugh more often, and knows her habits better.

He knows what it looks like. He also knows that he's a bitter emotionally closed-off divorcee—

He tells Jim that Sunshine is his friend because she is—and he denies wanting anything more because It's stupid to want things out of his reach.

Frustration heats his cheeks and begins to bloom into a headache. He knows Kirk means well, but that fact does little to comfort him.

“Alright, I’ll drop it,” Kirk surrenders, his voice soft. “But there is one last thing you should know,” He pauses at the crosswalk and turns to Leonard. Eerily stoic, his mouth pressed into a thin line. Leonard's breath hitched.

“Ryder’s got nothing on you in terms of looks, okay? Seriously he's like, 5’7, and his face isn't at all symmetrical-”

Leonard revs up and smacks Kirk in the back of the head harder than he ever had and feels no regret. Not even after Kirk's high-pitched “ Ouch!”

“Would you quit it! You gossip like a damn schoolgirl!”

The sign blinks at them to walk, and Leonard drags Kirk across the street, fingers digging into his arm.

“Ow, ow, I was just saying-“

“Wait a minute,” Leonard lets his friend go and smooths down his sleeve. “How do you know what he looks like anyway?”

Kirk puts himself at a safe distance from the Doctor, cradling his arm. “Well, the operations manager would usually talk to the department heads during a transfer, but Sunshine passed him off to me. I said no at first, obviously, because I hate managing, but then she finally told me she was almost Mrs. Ryder Denver. So yeah, I spoke with him a few times, just business. Have to say though, I couldn't imagine them together. He comes off as a bit of a douche.”

Leonard breathes deeply, reigning in the emotions that he doesn’t need Kirk to pick up on. The idea of Sunshine being engaged does enough to unsettle him without knowing that the man in question “ came off as a douche” . He feels something boil under the surface.

“Yeah?” is all he can strangle out.

“Yeah—He’s like a classic douchey security buff,” Kirk continues, unaware of his friend's white knuckles. “You know the kind– uptight, condescending, has one earring and thinks it's edgy-”

“Wears their uniform a size too small? Yeah, I know the type.”

“Exactly, and Sunshine is so…so-”

“Heart-of-gold?”

“Yeah! Opposites attract I guess, but I don't know, something was off.”

To Leonard, the entire thing is off. All of it. Everything . He doesn’t understand why Sunshine decided he doesn’t get to know, why it is a secret in the first place, why she almost married a douche, why he cares so damn much .

The enterprise comes into view like the sun on the horizon, and Leonard is relieved .

“Your arm’s all right?” Leonard asks, an apology without apologizing. Jim knows this and breathes a laugh.

“Yup, the ear’s fine too.”

The Doctor nods, but his eyes remain trained in front of him. Through the glass window panes, he eyes the ship, eager to hide away in the familiar place. He would have opened the door for Kirk, as a gesture, but of course, the Yorktown Federation Port has to have automatic doors. He huffs, and the artificial lights illuminate his red cheeks. They approach their home in silent tandem, their shoes clinking against the hard floors.

“You should talk to her, Bones,” Kirk breaks the quiet, head down while he taps the access code to the enterprise hull. “Ask her why she didn't mention the ex. I’m sure she has a good reason, probably one you'll wanna hear.”

Leonard wants to be mean. He wants to shake Kirk's words off with an insult and go to bed. But he swallows his pride, and it goes down like nails.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

Hope. It bubbles up within his chest, and he pushes it down. Finally, the stark white enterprise interior greets him. He breathes a little easier.

Kirk stumbles over the first step— “ Woah ”-- and Leonard steadies him with a raised eyebrow. “Andorian ale finally catching up with you?”

“Pfft,” Kirk scoffs. “Couldn’t catch me if it tried.”

Leonard pauses, then laughs, the first genuine one all night, and it has Kirk grinning back.

The enterprise is empty, its residents still on the streets they just returned from. So, without restraint, they laugh, and Kirk stumbles, and Leonard forgets for a moment about the unsaid feelings under his skin.

Kirk is an idiot, and he’s a good friend.

He’s happy to banter about whatever comes out of Kirk's drunk mouth and to correct him when he takes a wrong turn in his own ship. Leonard claps his hand on his shoulder and drawls, “It’s this way, captain .”

“Uhh, no , Chekov keeps the good whiskey in his locker, this way,” Kirk insists with a point down the hallway, and Leonard is amazed at his eagerness to get blacked out the night before embarking.

“Are you out of your mind? No way. You can drink like a fish when you don't need to fly a starship in the morning.”

“What are you, my mom ?”

Christ.

“No, but I pity the poor woman,” he huffs and gestures down the hallway leading to his quarters. Kirk frowns and scrunches his nose.

“Raincheck, Kirk, c’mon.”

He begrudgingly obliges, having given his friend a hard enough time tonight anyway. The yawn that crawls out of his mouth a moment later corroborates Leonard's decision. He is tired, and Kirk shouldn't drink anymore, but he’d be lying if he said those were his only motives to end the night early.

“You win this one, Bones, but next time I swear we'll be out till sunrise,” he says between another yawn and a hiccup.

“Uh-huh. Try not to trip.” Leonard reminds himself of the virtue of patience and keeps walking.

Kirk manages to type in his room's access code all by himself, with only a moment of squinting, and a break to roll up the black sleeves of his turtleneck. Leonard is impressed, and the bar is low.

“Drink a bottle of water, and get some sleep, We’ll talk tomorrow.” he crosses his arms over his chest and waits for protest.

Kirk only hums. “You headed to your room?”

The doctor's fingers drum against the doorframe. “Was thinking I’d check in on Sunshine,” he says, blinks, and rushes out, “and the rest of the Skeleton crew, of course. Maybe medbay too, then I’ll hit the hay.” He fleetingly wonders if that sounds believable, or at least casual.

Kirk smiles a genuine smile. “Sounds like a good plan, Bones. See ya in the morning, and tell her I said hi .” Before he can react, his friend waves, and the door slides shut. Then, he’s alone in the hallways, and he has to put his money where his mouth is.

Shit .

The way to the bridge feels daunting now, like climbing Everest. Like climbing Everest with the shittiest rope ever. Like climbing Everest with the shittiest rope ever, several pounds of emotional baggage, and a Starfleet captain breathing down his neck. He considers just going to bed, pretending he never even mentioned the whole thing. Maybe even pretend he doesn't care to get answers. He can just leave it be.

The desire to see her trumps all of it.

The halls are deserted, which he’s thankful for. He doesn’t need anyone around to watch him squirm in the elevator. A deep breath, a punch of the open elevator button and—

“I told you I don't have any threes! Go fish, again .”

He sees the back of the captain's chair first, then Starfleet-issued black boots hanging off of it. The whoosh of the door draws the attention of the room to him. Eyes sweep through the vaguely familiar faces of the night crew, all six staring at him like they are waiting for an explanation, which he doesn’t really have. The heeled black boots plant themselves on the ground, the captain's seat swivels around. His heart works double time.

“ Leonard ? Hi! What are you doing here?”

Sunshine’s got a hand of cards between her pointer and her thumb, and a sweatshirt pulled over her uniform dress, and it distracts Leonard for longer than it should. He clears his throat, and it shakes loose the feelings stuck there.

“Just thought I'd check in on our hard working night crew, who is surely on task.” He descends the bridge steps.

“Well, then, you'll be happy to hear that I am, in fact, glancing at my station every 20 minutes, and I’m the undefeated go-fish champion.”

She waves the cards at herself like a fan, legs crossed and smile wide.

“Undefeated, huh? Glad to see your talents going to good use.” Her smile gets a bit brighter, and she does a quick breathy laugh with her nose. For a moment there's quiet, and Leonard begins scrambling for a way to ask her the thing he wants to ask her. The bridge is crowded, for a skeleton crew, he thinks. The redshirt to Sunshine’s left breaks the silence before he can.

“I’m not sure if I’d call it talent…I’m pretty sure she's cheating,” they grumble, and Sunshine doesn't spare a moment, whipping the chair around. He can almost see the panic fill her eyes, like she’s just been accused of a heinous crime.

“I’m not! Are you still thinking about that last round? Because that was—”

Even Leonard winces a bit at her shrill tone, and he’s pretty sure she just woke the navigator who had fallen asleep at his station, so he claps his hands on her shoulders.

“Sounds to me like this card game has you wound like a spring,” he interrupts her before her voice jostles anyone else awake.

She pouts, lip jutted out and everything.

“Let's go for a walk,” he suggests. He doesn’t even let his nerves talk him out of it. She looks at him curiously, her eyebrows drawn.

“I dunno, I probably shouldn’t leave…”

“I’m sure someone else can deal cards while you’re gone,” he tells her, already offering his arm.

The Ensign, Leonard still doesn’t know their name, waves her off. “Go, Lieutenant, It's fine. I’m sure we can handle a few minutes without you.”

She bites her lip and cautiously loops her arm around his, leaving the captain's chair to her subordinate.

“Alright, but don’t start a new game without me,” she warns lightly.

Leonard doesn’t get nervous with her arm looped around his, really he doesn’t. He’s headfirst into this thing now, no room for nerves.

She drinks her whiskey neat, he learns, and it surprises him. Surprises him even more when she downs it like a shot.

The walk there had been quiet mostly, except for when Sunshine regaled the stories of her card game wins.

“Did you have a nice time with Kirk?” she asks politely.

“I dunno if I’d say that, but maybe Jim would disagree.”

She laughs lightly, and her finger traces the lip of the whiskey glass. He doesn’t know if it’s the best idea, but he refills her cup.

There is a beat of silence, and the conversation with Kirk pushes to the front of his thoughts. There's a heaviness on the tip of his tongue, the desire to ask why . Without really knowing how to.

“Wish I could’ve gone with you guys,” she says, her gaze downcast. There's a rare melancholy to her tone, something vulnerable woven into it.

“You could’ve,” he tells her, and her eyes pull from the table.

“I had--”

“Yeah, I know what you– I just mean–I’m sure Kirk would have given you the night off if you asked… God knows he owes you enough favors.”

“I guess,” she shrugs, “it wasn’t really the best night for it, though.”

He could go along with her lame excuse, vaguely agreeing that, yeah, there will be other nights. But the ache to know what exactly goes on in her pretty head has words tumbling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, Kirk mentioned somethin’ like that,” he mumbles, nerves permeating the sentence.

“...what?”

Shit.

“I mean, he may have-”

“What exactly did he mention?” Her tone holds a sharp undercurrent of something rare for Sunshine– anger.

Leonard runs a hand down his face, suddenly thinking of all the much more tactful ways he could have begun this. The gentle buzz of alcohol still in his bloodstream keeps him from panicking.

“Nothing terrible, just that there was someone in town you wouldn’t wanna see.”

“As if ,” she scoffs. “Kirk’s never been that vague in his life.”

“…fair enough.”

She groans miserably, fitfully pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her hands and burying her face in the fabric.

“You were not supposed to find out like this,” she says, muffled.

“And how was I supposed to find out?” He asks quietly, like the question will frighten her away.

A sniffle comes from behind her hands–the sound tugs at his heart.

“ I don't know. Maybe someone could have told you when I’m dead and then we’d never have to have this conversation.”

He reaches for her slowly, taking her wrists in a gentle hold and pulling them away from her face, revealing her reddened nose and watery eyes. Her hands are cold, and grow stiff under his touch.

“Sunshine. It's an ex , not a damn intergalactic scandal. There are worse conversations to have,” he reasons.

“You don't get it,” she tells him matter-of-factly, pulling her hands from his touch. Embarrassment quickly heats his body, and he wipes his palms on his pants.

“I’d get it a lot more if you talked about it.” He flexes his jaw, frustration bleeding into his voice.

She narrows her eyes, punctuating her glare with a sniffle.

“If I wanted to talk about it, I would’ve.”

“With Kirk? Because he seems to get it.”

“Why are you acting so—”

“Concerned? Oh, I dunno because you’re my friend?” Exasperation colors his tone.

“I was gonna say entitled,” she grits out. Her anger comes out half-heartedly, sounding more like watery sadness than anything. “I don't tell you everything, and I don't have to. You’re not my-” She sighs. “Why does it matter? I was engaged for like, a year, and now, I’m not.”

You’re not my–

Her half sentence sticks in his mind and sends blood rushing to his head. He thinks of all the things that he is to her: a colleague, a doctor, a friend. All the things he isn’t feels like a gaping hole.

He watches her clench her fists and force her tears back.

“It matters because it upsets you enough to work the night shift,” he sighs, the anger he’s been holding seeps out of his hands like water. “I’m not pressing you for the latest gossip, Sunny. I’m asking because it would be lousy of me not to.”

She says nothing, taking in his words.

“I’m no stranger to this stuff, y’know,” he prods her gently. “My ex-wife sent me running all the way to space .” He says lightly, and the corners of her mouth twitch up briefly.

“He didn't send me running, I sent him,” she confesses, shaking her head.

“ You ?”

“Me. The thing is,” she shrugs, “it should have worked, y’know? Like on paper, it was perfect. Ryder and I were academy sweethearts, liked all the same shit, were top of our classes, blah, blah, blah.” She rolls her eyes. “Our friends used to tease us, say that it wasn't fair, and we were too in love.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” she says, sighing. Her eyes drift nowhere in particular. “It didn’t feel nice after a while though. It felt suffocating. I was half a person with him, we were Ryder and Sunshine–and that was one entity.” Her tears dry on her lashes, as she becomes entrenched in the memory.

“But the person we were wasn’t me . Because he never thought my jokes were funny, or my hobbies were interesting or my friends were cool, so I was willing to throw them all out. Eventually all that was left was him. His ideas, his wants, his needs. I was backed into a corner. I should’ve left when I realized but I loved him… and I was really scared of being alone.”

She pushes her hair behind her ears and lets out a shaky breath.

“I was a coward, and I couldn’t leave. I wanted to try and fix it, figure out who I was, and then maybe Ryder could love that person,” She shakes her head. “I was naive. Ryder always wanted someone I couldn’t be. Someone quieter or someone better at being a person. I’m always so all over the place you know? Too much for him.”

“You’re not–”

“It's okay, Len, you don't have to say anything.” she says, meeting his eyes again, taming the budding fire in his heart.

The idea of Sunshine being anything but completely herself unnerves him. Her jokes are funny, he can’t recall ever laughing as much before she boarded the enterprise. Her ramblings about xenobotany and classic earth songs never fail to catch his attention, even when he barely knows what she's talking about. Being around Sunshine is as easy as breathing, and he’s starting to need it as much too.

“Anyways, he proposed our senior year, like we weren’t a sinking ship, and I said yes and pretended like the ring wasn’t a last-ditch attempt to bring us back to life.”

Her teeth sink into her lip, her eyes dragging to her lap.

“I don't know what it was, but one night I just…broke. I couldn’t keep pretending to be someone I wasn’t, or beg to be loved.”

A few tears slide down her cheeks, she scrubs them away with her sleeve.

Leonard wants to tell her that she should never have to beg for anything in the first place, least of all love; he wants to tell her that she's worthy just the way she is. His fingers twitch with the desire to take her by the shoulders and tell her over and over that she’s perfect, that she couldn’t be too much if she tried. Sunshine has always had a magnetic pull to her, drawing in everyone she meets with her warmth. The idea of anyone taking that away from her pulls his heartstrings tight enough to snap. He holds back his anger, refraining from telling her that Ryder is an asshole who didn’t deserve a second of her time.

The wiser part of him knows that's not what he needs.

“We had planned to be on the USS Endeavor together, but I rescinded my application. I signed up to do on-planet research instead. I wrote a long letter, left it on our bed, packed up my things, and left.”

She coughs in a way that he knows is covering up a sob and takes a deep breath. The sound sends a pang of emotion through him.

“It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done. We were engaged, for Christ's sake, and I couldn’t even look him in the eye when I left him. And don’t even get me started on the fallout. We had all the same friends, and our families were so close… it was all so humiliating . Everyone expected us to live happily ever after, and then, there I was, giving him back his ring in a coffee shop.”

She knocks back the rest of her drink, like a consolation prize for getting all the words out.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Len. I never wanted you to think of me like that, as someone who would do that.”

“ Sweetheart ,” he says like a plea, calling her attention. “No one in their right mind would think differently of you for leaving something that wasn’t good for you– or at least they shouldn’t.”

She's shaking her head before he finishes his sentence.

“But I–”

“I know. You didn’t go about it the way you maybe should’ve– or the way you wanted to. It doesn’t make you a bad person, it doesn’t make you any less… good.”

She hiccups, her chest rising and falling rapidly as another stream of tears drips down her cheeks. He can't help himself – and even if he could, he doesn’t want to – he brings both hands to her cheeks, wiping away the salty tears.

“It's alright,” he says gently, swiping his thumb under her eye again. “You’re alright.”

She nods, breaths finally evening out, and his hands reluctantly fall back onto his lap.

He remembers well the storm of feelings his divorce left him with. The gulit, the lonliness, feeling like the world was ending.

“I get it, y’know. The shitty relationship, becoming somebody you don't wanna be,” the barstool squeaks as he leans on the counter. He hasn't talked about his marriage since he told the story to Kirk years ago. It feels odd to tell it again.

“My ex and I met in college, fell head over heels, and I proposed a year later. I thought… well, we both thought we were soulmates. There was this connection between us that I’d never felt before, and I thought this must be it.”

“After a year ?” she gawks. He casts her a sideways glance and chuckles.

“A perfect year, mind you. Not a single disagreement, not a bad date– every day was straight out of a damn love story or something. Until we got hitched, that is. Then it was all disagreements.”

He anxiously taps a rhythm on the bar top. The memory still burns him now, of the fiery conflict, of the sleepless nights.

“We were the same in all the worst ways, stubborn, headstrong, prideful. We couldn't settle an argument to save our lives. It probably didn't help that I was in the middle of residency and pulling 100-hour weeks. It was miserable. I hardly recognized myself… I know I don’t have the best temper, but I never wanted to be an angry person.”

He lets out a slow breath, “I was mad as hell when she called it quits, said a lot of stuff I regret. But she was right to do it. We brought out the worst in each other, I was just too narrow-minded to see it. All this to say, I’m sure I would have taken the night shift to avoid her too.”

Sunshine rests a comforting hand on his shoulder, her thumb pressing circles into the muscle.

“I’m sorry, Len.”

He leans into her touch without thinking about it. “These things happen,” he tells her decidedly. “When something’s not right, there's nothing you can do to change that. You do the best you can with where you’re at, that's all.” He pictures himself, young and full of fire, holding onto something that had already slipped away. “Which you did, Sunshine. I know it’s hard to see now, but I promise it gets easier.”

When he drags his gaze from the mahogany bar top back to Sunshine, she's watching him curiously.

“What am I supposed to see?”

“That you were young, and scared, and you did what you needed to for yourself. Even if it's not shit you’re proud of, it makes you who you are. You learn, and it makes you better.”

She says nothing, silently considering his words for several moments. “Well, it better get easier soon, because it sucks .”

He chuckles, “That it does.”

She reaches right past him and grabs the half-empty bottle of whiskey.

“We should toast,” she says, the melancholy in her voice fading away, probably tucked back behind a wall. “To failed marriages.”

She’s already refilling their glasses and lifting hers to bump with his.

“Thought you ducked out on the whole wedding thing?” he teases.

“Fine then, to failed romantics,” she impatiently shakes the ice in her glass, “Just do it.”

He knocks his glass with hers and agrees, “To failed romantics, and night shifts, and all the other shitty stuff.”

Her face pinches as she finishes her drink. Gingerly, she takes both of their glasses and stacks them behind the bar.

Like ripping a bandage off and letting the wound breathe, Leonard feels lighter. As Sunshine hops off the bar stool and straightens her uniform skirt, he can see on her face that she does too.

“Thank you for the drink, and the talk, Len,” she says, and he waves her off.

“Don't mention it.”

“ Totally gonna mention it,” she grins, “and when the schedule suddenly gives you two days off in a row, you’ll know why.”

He laughs, and shakes his head, “I don’t think that's allowed, Lieutenant.”

“I have my ways,” she says innocently, as she saunters to the door.

He watches her go, everything she’s told him still buzzing in his head. He can hardly make sense of everything he’s feeling at once, but there's one thought that sticks out among the rest, that sits on his chest, demanding to be heard.

“Sunshine?” he calls before she’s gone, giving into his relentless mind.

“Yeah?”

When she turns around, he’s flooded with everything he’s ever wanted to tell her. How she has seeped into every part of his life since he met her, despite his once armored heart. How she doesn’t see it, but she's changed the entire atmosphere of the bridge, pouring life into it with her energy. How she's taught him how to be a better friend, a better man, even a better doctor. How she’s not too much, she's everything.

“You should know, you’re never too much, that's ridiculous. Anyone on this ship would agree in a heartbeat. Don’t know what I’d– what we’d do without you,” he rushes out. “I hope you never think you need to be anything other than who you are.”

She goes still in the door frame and observes him for a moment. He flounders in her silence, wondering if he should have just kept his mouth shut. She suddenly moves from the doorway, quickly striding towards him, the sound of her boots clacking on the floor. He has no time to react before she gently places her hand on his chest. She wastes no time, leaning down and pressing a warm kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” she says meaningfully, searching his eyes for a brief moment before she turns heel again. She’s out the door without him even mustering up a word to say.

His skin heats where her lips had touched him, a crackling feeling left in their place. He lifts his fingers to the skin, ghosting over the sticky remnants of her lipgloss.

He sits, dumbfounded, knowing he’s gone somewhere there's no coming back from.

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aestas666 · 2 years ago

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The Interview [K. Hammett]

pairings: kirk hammett/female! reader

warning/s: smut, inappropriate language. MINORS DNI

-request via message of the reader interviewing kirk! (REQUESTS OPEN)

5:00 AM

That’s what the clock read as I blinked my eyes groggily. My body was still numb from sleep. The hours rushed by so fast it was as if I never slept.

“God, I have an interview.” I thought as I rose from the soft duvet and headed toward the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I glanced at my apartment windows noticing the still dark sky. As the coffee maker softly hummed in the background, I pulled out my papers to look back into the history of the band I would interview later on.

METALLICA

That’s what was written as the headliner of the article I was reading in huge bold text.

Hopping into the shower I was rehearsing my questions, I had none prepared. That was the point of our brand. We intend to make things come up naturally and we invest on making sure we knew who we were talking to flat out.

“Should I look up a photo of them?” ... Shaking my head, I thought an element of surprise would be good.

After the shower I hurriedly rushed to my closet. “Should I dress in black? I mean- they’re a metal band. Am I supposed to look the part?” All these questions rushed in. I really should have prepared more the day before. I pulled out some black button long sleeves and some denim shorts with a black studded belt.

Downing the coffee in one go, I grabbed the keys of my car and rushed to the venue. It was in some room of the arena they were performing in. Call time was at 7:00 and it’s already 6:48.

Parking was easy, the lot was huge. I found myself running to the arena and into a hallway. Stopping at a door with 1507 written at the front.

I took a deep breath in and entered. The crew was in already. 2 guys named Michael and Jim.

As soon as I walked in Jim (the cameraman) hit record.

Only one guy was sitting on the chair, I looked back at Michael in confusion as he just nodded at me to go on.

“Oh, um hi-” I extended my hand over the table as I took a seat down in front of him.

“Kirk. Kirk Hammett. Yeah, it’s just me, the guys are still sleeping.” He laughed softly as he shook my hand.

“Yeah sure, that’ll be fine. We could start the one-on-one interview now if you’d like?”

“Oh for sure yeah, you guys are the Ride or Die people, right? How does this work?” He looked at me with intent as I waved off Jim to stop filming.

“Yup that’s us. Basically, we ask general questions. Some fan questions that could get a liiitle too personal can come up and you have to answer honestly. That’s our whole gig.” He nodded, his mouth making a small “o”.

“This’ll be interesting for sure. Never expected a cute girl from a name like Ride or Die actually.” His comment made me heat up; I mean. This man was gorgeous, he had such nice curls and an adorable smile. There was so much I wanted to-

“Hey. Are we starting?” Jim interrupted my thoughts as Kirk looked back at me, amused.

“Ah yeah- sorry. Start rolling.” He hit the record button as I once again extended my hand to the guitarist.

“(Y/N)”

“Pretty name, I’m uh. Kirk.” He grinned at the camera almost awkwardly.

“Renowned guitarist of Metallica. Wow it truly is an honor. How are you doing today, Kirk?”

“Haven’t had breakfast, the boys are sleeping, it’s 7:00 AM. I’m pretty good.” We both shared a laugh as we finished up some questions on the album, the band’s touring and his thoughts on the city.

“Now for the fun part. Fan questions. I’ve gathered some questions they are dying to know.” I enunciated the ‘dying’, watching him suddenly turn to stifle a small laugh.

“I’m kinda scared to be honest. They could get a little crazy.”

“You’ll be fine! This one is from Kacey, and she wants to know what your type in groupies are.” I cocked a brow at his furrowed ones.

“Wow. This one’ll need some deep thought.” He looked up as if he was reflecting.

“Probably someone like her.” He nodded at me as I held my chest in pretend shock.

“I look like a groupie?”

“You’d look good as one.” It was Michael's turn to chuckle as the camera whipped to him and I shot him a look.

“Who was the last person you had in bed?” I continued.

“Jesus. At least get me some breakfast first, wow.” He rubbed his face in embarrassment as he went on “Come with me and it could be you.”

“God I would.”

“What was that?” He shot me a look as if in shock.

“Huh?”

“You said you would. You’ve got some honesty there Ms. Interviewer.” He leaned in my direction as I mouthed a “cut that out” to Michael, who just rolled his eyes at me.

“This is the last question.” I stated as he clasped his hands together, awaiting.

“What place do you want to visit most?”

“Back to serious ones huh. Hawaii. It just looks so relaxing y’know.”

“Well. Thanks Kirk. That’s all.” I glanced back at the 2 men who hurriedly sorted their gear back into place.

“Yeah, the rest of the band probably isn’t going to wake up any sooner.” Kirk called out to me as I rose from my seat to leave.

“Ah yeah that’s fine. I could come back some other time.” I put the notes I had back in my bag.

“I was serious by the way. I think you’re gorgeous.” My heart was suddenly pounding, I looked back to see both Jim and Michael gone.

“Thanks, Kirk. You look goo..d” I mentally face palmed. I was dead nervous, and it was more than obvious.

“I don’t bite (Y/N). Come here.” He rose from the seat and approached me. He was taller, by some inches. He smelled like tobacco and a few hints of spearmint.

“I’m sure you don’t.” I backed up toward a couch just at the end of the room.

“Relax. I’ll take care of you. Sit down.” He motioned toward the couch as he knelt on the ground.

“Tell me. Do you want this?”

Only a sicko wouldn’t want this. He was knelt before me and I just wanted to scream. “Yes please.” He grabbed my calves from the bottom as he softly trailed them on top of my knees. “Remove your shorts.” Quickly removing my belt, I looked away in embarrassment, I was still wearing my underwear and I was already flustered. Christ. “Pink panties? Thanks for dressing up for the interview I guess.” Kirk grinned, his fingers clasping at both sides and dragging the underwear down.

“Hey. I could stop anytime.” His brown eyes bore into mine as I shook my head with a clear no.

His rough hands caressed my thighs, opening my legs further. “You’re so wet already.” He dragged a finger down my slit and back up. Resting a hand on my stomach he licked a stripe and gave a coy smile at my flustered face. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was almost a whisper as the pounding in my ears increased.

He stood up and leaned toward me to give a kiss, his lips were soft and wet and strangely tasted like mint. Grabbing my waist, he sat next to me and pulled me up to his lap as he continued to feather my neck with small kisses.

I lifted my hips as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, he raised his hand to gather the slick from my cunt and pumped himself, his breath hitching.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.” I breathed out as he gently placed both his hands on my hips and lowered my body to his tip. “Fuck.” He moaned out, stretching me as I whined at the foreign feeling. My eyes squeezed shut while he whispered reassuring words, dragging his other hand on the back of my head and pulling me closer.

“It’s alright sweet girl, move when you’re ready.”

I rested my head on his shoulder as I raised my hips up slightly and started moving at a slow pace. Gaining the courage as I got used to the pressure, he met my bounces with a hard thrust each time. I moved my head up to look at him. His hair stuck at the sweat of his forehead and his blown eyes focused on his cock pounding my cunt.

He flipped me over and was now on top, still pounding, chasing his high. My legs were over his arms now as I gasped at the new position. Placing his thumb on my clit, he rubbed small circles, his jaw slack. My eyebrows furrow as I feel my orgasm rushing. “C’mon, baby.” He leaned to kiss me again, suppressing my soft moans.

“Fuck, Kirk. I’m close.” My eyes started to tear up as his pace quickened. He’s hitting my sweet spot over and over as I choked a moan and felt my body tense and slacken at my release.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good. I’m close, baby.” He rambled as he rammed into me, and I felt him fill me up after his thrusts.

He pulled out as I swallowed at the feeling of loss. He knelt in front of me between my legs and laid his head on my stomach, breathless.

“Wanna interview me again sometime?” He looked up with the same cheeky grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

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space-helen · 9 months ago

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E.T

Words: 739

Pairing: Spock x Reader

A/N: This is the first thing I've written since last October so... I'm sorry if this is clunky. I'm note sure which Spock you wanted it for so I went AOS but I think it's pretty 'neutral' Spock if that makes sense?

Request: Spock's reaction to female reader singing the song E.T. by Katy Perry cause the reader lost a bet to Kirk so now she has to sing that song to basically admit she likes Spock. As a added bonus you can add a part where Spock tells Kirk that was unnecessary since he and the reader are already dating. If you don't like the bonus idea just ignore it! Keep up the awesome writing! - @originaltyphoonkryptonite

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“You’re not being serious?”

“I won Y/N. A deals a deal.” Jim said with a smile.

You rolled your eyes “The song is so, incredibly, old. Could you not pick something more current?”

“It just makes it funnier. It’s a classic.” the man put his hand on your back and began to guide you towards Spock's quarters.

Grumbling as you went he quickly shoved you inside. Spock stood from where he was sitting and looked between the two of you. “What is the problem? You look distressed.” his eyes fell to you.

“Nothing, nothing.” you turned around to leave but Jim stopped you and turned you back around.

“Y/L/N.” it was almost a warning from your Captain.

“Spock.” you looked at the man before looking down at the floor and hesitating, this was so embarrassing “You’re so hypnotizing.”

“Y/N” Spock spoke, grounded to his spot as Jim nudged you.

“Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?”

“Sing” Jim whispered under his breath.

You sighed and the next parts came out with some tune “Your touch, magnetizing, feels like I am floating. Leaves my body glowing.” the following lines came out rushed and you took a break.

“Properly now.” Jim encouraged.

“Y/N please-” came Spocks voice as he took a step towards you.

“Kiss me, ki-ki kiss me. Infect me with your lovin’ fill me with your poison. Take me, ta-ta-take me. Wanna be your victim ready for abduction. Boy, you’re an alien. Your touch, so foreign It’s supernatural. Extraterrestrial.” you quickly turned to Jim “Happy now?”

“The whole song-”

“I’m not singing the whole song Jim that’s ridiculous. I think you’ve made me get my point across alright?”

“And what point would that be Captain?” Spock questioned Jim directly.

“Come on Spock, think about the words. What do you think she’s trying to tell you?”

“Was this your scheme to get Y/N to tell me that she finds me attractive?”

“Well… Yes it was.” he moved his hand to the back of his neck and looked at you.

“Did it ever occur to you that I may already know this?”

“You- Then why would you pass up the opportunity?” you watch Jim sweat under the pressure.

“Did you consider in any way that Y/N and I may be in a relationship at present?”

“You’re what?” the man looked between the two of you “Impossible. Actually impossible. Why would Y/N have been so scared to come here and sing?”

“We were keeping it a secret” you pitched in “We didn’t want everyone to know right away. Plus I was so embarrassed. I don’t like singing in front of people.The whole situation was just awkward.” you made a gesture to the room.

“I take your point but really? You weren’t going to tell me?”

Spock came to stand beside you as you spoke “We were going to tell you at the game night on Saturday.”

“We thought it would be best to tell everyone at the same time. Before we go on shore leave. To give you all time to digest the information.”

Jim nodded “Right.” he hesitated for a second “So I’m not allowed to tell anyone before Saturday?”

You shook your head “we’d prefer it if you didn’t”

“So I won’t get the joy of telling everyone I got the two of you together.”

You beamed with a smile “No Jim, no you won’t. But you can keep that little narrative in your head if that makes you happier.”

“That I will.” he smiled. He gave the two of you one last look and you could see a gleam in his eyes. “I should leave the two of you love birds to it.” turning on his heels he quickly left. You heard him clap his hands together and laugh as he moved through the doorway “perfect just perfect.”

As the door closed behind him you wrapped your arm around Spock and gave him a side hug. “I’m sorry. Jim insisted.”

“It was probably for the best. He may have combust if he found out with the others on Saturday.”

“You’re not wrong there.” breaking away from the hug you straightened out your uniform. “I’ll catch you later, I should probably get back to work.”

“I await your return.” he watched as you walked out of his quarters and he could feel his eyes expression soften in admiration.

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darkness-and-books · 9 months ago

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The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 3: Appointments To Keep

💙eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: tiniest bit of language, drinking(Bones pours himself one drink)

word count: 842

<-Previous-Next->

Y/N and Uhura stuffed away their food as quickly as they could manage without choking on it, which Y/N did anyway, but was back in action after a few pats on the back from Uhura. They were practically buzzing with anticipation as they put their trays on the rack next to the replicators. “Come on!” Uhura urged, “I need to smell this cotton candy flower!” she shouted as they ran off the mess deck and down to the botanical labs. As they came up on the fluorescent lights of botanical lab 3, Y/N unlocked the door and ushered Uhura in. “Shh!” Y/N giggled, “We have to be quiet, you’re not meant to be here because I haven’t finished all my tests,” Y/N warned lightly through a slowly dying fit of giggles. “What’s it do so far?” Uhura asked in wonder as she reached out to touch it,

“I wouldn’t touch it unless you’re prepared to be really happy” Y/N said as she batted Uhura’s hand away. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Well so far it’s pretty harmless, aside from the fact that when you touch it, it opens up its blooms and spurts a puff of pollen. I don’t quite understand the chemical breakdown yet, but when you inhale the pollen you get a bit of a dopamine high” Y/N said as she turned a bright shade of pink. “How’d you figure that out?” Uhura asked with a raised brow and a smirk. “I touched when I was studying its petals, I spent the rest of my shift giggling to myself with the lights set on blue” Y/N admitted. A knock came at the door, Y/N jumped at the noise, “Quick, hide behind the aquaponics shelves” Y/N pointed at the shelves and pushed Uhura that way. Y/N opened the door, “Oh, hello mister Spock” she greeted quietly, “I wasn’t expecting you, what brings you around?” Y/N wondered to him. “I’m here to inform you of the new rooming arrangements,” Spock stated, “Uhm, new rooming?” Y/N asked nervously as she twisted the cuff of her uniform shirt. “Yes,” he started as he flipped through his padd briefly, “You will be roomed with Dr. McCoy. I understand that it is not customary to room a male and female, but unfortunately Dr. McCoy and yourself were the last two picked, so there really isn’t the room to switch your roomings,” Spock informed, paused for a short while to look down at Y/N. “Okay,” Y/N accepted meekly, “You have until the end of the week to notify myself or Captain Kirk, of who’s room you’ll be consolidating into,” Spock nodded curtly before turning on his heel. “Also, Ms. Y/L/N, please send lieutenant Uhura up to the bridge,” Spock noted as he turned back momentarily to glance at the aquaponics shelves. “Uhura, I think you’ve been caught,” Y/N giggled softly as Spock opened the door again and walked away. “Well it was nice to see this thing anyway,” Uhura said sadly as she followed Spock out the door. I don’t think I’ve met Dr. McCoy, Y/N thought as she went to mist the new flower.

Where the hell is that green blooded pocket calculator?!? He’s late, what happened to all that punctuality nonsense from the other day!?, Leonard was waiting, rather impatiently, at his desk for the aforementioned Vulcan to show up for his physical. “About time!” He hollered as Spock finally walked into the medbay. “I apologise for being late, I had one more errand to attend to, there was just one more person who needed to be informed of the new rooming arrangements,” Spock explained himself. These words were to Leonard’s utter horror, as he realised this meant Y/N had been told before he could get to her. Not that Jim’s gotten back to me on where to find her, he began leading Spock into an exam room. “Where are Y/N’s quarters right now?” Leonard asked as he finished Spock’s exam. “I believe that at the moment her quarters are only three doors to the left of your own,” Spock informed with a raised eyebrow. “What?” Leonard asked, “We’re about to live in the same quarters, this is the least personal thing I’ll learn about her,” Leonard defended. “I’m sure that’s true,” Spock agreed as he left the medbay. This is gonna be awkward, he entered his office and slid into his chair before pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He downed his glass and headed back to his quarters. He began to put his things neatly into boxes, he already knew that anyone on board had to have more things than he did, so it just made sense that if all he had was paperwork and clothes, he should bring his things to Y/N’s quarters and not the other way around. Leonard looked around his quarters to see it tidier than it had probably been since he first moved in. Wow, it doesn’t even look that different, he looked around seeing for the first time that it had always been fairly empty.

I feel like I’m on a roll here. I didn’t even think I had it in me to write a multi part fic. Anyway, hope you like ❤️

~I used Pixlr to generate an image of what the cotton candy flower might look like~

#The things we do for the fleet #star trek #leonard mccoy x reader #bones #star trek tos #fluffy stuff #chapter three

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hsavinien · 1 month ago

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Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by @wheremermaidsdwell

tagging @asparklethatisblue, @degenezijde, @hyenabeanz if you want to.

How many works do you have on ao3?

441. 183 of those are The Owl House because I have a problem.

What’s your total word count?

360,262 (ish). Some co-written, so not all my words.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Silver is the Moon (Old Guard, Joe/Nicky)

Calling Across the Sea (Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley)

Remedy (ST: AOS, Kirk/McCoy)

Teasing Means We Love You, Irritation Means You're Still Alive (Old Guard, team fluff)

Such Simple Trials (MCU, Bucky/Steve/Peggy)

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Always! I appreciate them so much!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Coupla Owl House ones. Maybe Raine captured by Kikimora: Leashed, or Camila and "her daughter's" changed behavior: Changeling.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Ehhh... A lot? Like. So many? "We saved the world and got back together and find each other wildly attractive, let's fuck about it!" is not an uncommon theme for me. New Morning Dawning (Raine/Eda) is fun.

Do you write crossovers?

Occasionally. I've done a few Good Omens ones:

We Must Bear Witness (GO/Tolkien, female maiar Aziraphale & Crowley, fusion)

Knightly Virtues are a Pain (GO/Arthuriana, female Aziraphale & Crowley, fusion)

Østenfor engelen og vestenfor demonen (GO/East of the Sun, West of the Moon, female Aziraphale & Crowley, fusion)

Out of Ambit (GO/Discworld, male Aziraphale & female Crowley, isekai)

A Holmes/Doctor Who drabble: A Loose End (Ninth Doctor & SH minor character)

A HP/Justice League Intl. remix for an exchange and a Girl Genius/Marvel comics one for my own joy: Nadia Not-Heterodyne and the Spark Girls (Jaeger OC & Nadia Van Dyne)

An Owl House/ST: TNG fic: Away Mission (King & Tasha & Deanna).

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, but I did get a self-identified aro person telling me I was doing romance wrong while having me blocked so I couldn't respond without logging out of my account to respond to a comment on my own fic. That person's comments no longer appear on my stories.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeeeeep. What kind, like...genders? Species? Yes.

M/M, M/F (occasionally), F/F, F/Nonbinary, M/Nonbinary, Nonbinary/Nonbinary, Multi. Monsterfucking. Some bondage. Angsty masturbation.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep! With @intosnarkness: And mony a canty day, Jim, We've had wi' ane anither (ST: AOS, Kirk/Scott)

and @hyenabeanz: Eda's Reprise (Be Refreshed, and Be Well) (Owl House, Eda/Raine)

Also 10 years and thousands (millions?) of messages of epistolary RP.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Aging antifascist queers. Raine/Eda, Joe/Nicky, Baze/Chirrut.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I'm GONNA. I'll figure it out! I ONCE tried posting a WIP in hopes that it would make the words come out and it did NOT but I'm going to figure it out eventually! Hyenabeanz helped me figure out what the overarching theme is, so I do in fact have a general direction now. It's already the longest thing I've ever written.

Threads Binding a Wide Universe (Old Guard future fic, sci fi team adventure with new immortals)

What are your writing strengths?

Emotion and worldbuilding. Precision with words.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Sustained plot is hard.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I use it very occasionally and provide translations in a footnote if I don't think readers will be able to figure it out from context.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Good Omens. Long time community member on LJ. Counterpoint (Aziraphale & Crowley, the Arrangement)

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Ehhh. Might eventually write for MXTX, but no ideas have really jumped out at me.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

Again this question... Today, let's say I am very proud of A Reflection Bereft, Not Dark (Old Guard, Joe/Nicky, parallel universes).

#meme #fanfic #fandom

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marvelobsessed134 · 2 years ago

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Request guidelines

In this post I will talk about everything to do with requests.

I don’t respond to vague requests meaning ones like “Nikki and a breeding kink” I need some more details especially if I’m going through writers block ykwim 😭

How to request:

Click on the button of my page that says “ask me anything 🤍” and submit an ask either publicly or anonymously. Here you will be able to write and request anything your heart desires.

My favorite people/characters to write for are: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Dwayne and Paul from TLB, Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil, Mick Mars, Tom Keifer, Eric Brittingham but I of course love to write for the other people listed below 🩷

Who/what I write for:

Bands/rockstars/solo artists:

Motley Crue (all members)

Tom Keifer

Eric Brittingham

Gene Simmons

Tommy Thayer

Paul Stanley

Guns N Roses (all members)

Blackie Lawless

Kirk Hammett

James Hetfield

Courtney Love

Kurt Cobain

Dave Grohl

Elvis Presley

Joan Jett

Lita Ford

Bret Michaels

Jani Lane

Stephen Pearcy

Robin Crosby

Sebastian Bach

Peter Steele

Kenny Hickey

Dave Mustaine

Chelsea Wolfe

Chappell Roan

Lana Del Rey

Hozier

Victoria De Angelis

Jim Morrison

George Harrison

Paul McCartney

Celebrities:

Actors of the marvel characters I write for (so, Scarlett, Hailee, Lizzie, Sebastian, etc.)

Pamela Anderson

Cindy Crawford

Michael B Jordan

Billy Wirth

Marvel men:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield only)

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Marvel women:

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Carol Danvers

Valkyrie

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

Kamala Kahn (Platonic only)

Jennifer Walters

Peggy Carter

Daisy Jones and The Six:

Daisy Jones

Billy Dunne

Karen Sirko

Warren Rojas/Rhodes

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

The Lost Boys:

Paul

Dwayne

Star

DCEU:

Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie)

Misc characters:

Elaine Parks (The Love Witch 2016)

Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark

Nancy Downs (The Craft 1996)

Gloria (Modern Family)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Ken (Barbie 2023)

Count Dracula (Dracula 1931)

Edward/Master Gracey (Haunted Mansion 2003)

Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body 2009)

Tiffany Valentine (Bride Of Chucky 1998)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates of The Caribbean)

Topics/prompts I DON’T write about:

Dom!Reader

Age regression/play

Piss kink

Switch!reader

Suicide (whether that be self harm or the act itself)

Body image/EDs/Body insecurities

G!PReader

Angst without a happy ending

Male reader (female reader only)

OCs (I do not write for any original characters that aren’t mine or reader with a face claim)

Male on male sex. I will write MMF threesomes though

Anyways, my requests are always open, so ask away! Also just because my requests are open does not mean I’m going to do your request. It is a request not a demand <3 sometimes I simply just don’t want to write a prompt cause I don’t like it or whatever

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anonymousewrites · 2 years ago

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Logos and Pathos (Book 2) Chapter Two

Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Two: Androids Disobeying

Summary: Mudd is planning his getaway from Planet Mudd, but the androids have other plans for him and the Enterprise crew.

“I trust you are enjoying yourselves, Mr. Spock, Mx. (L/N),” said Norman.

Now in a white bodysuit, he stood by a panel as the pair gazed around the room. It certainly appeared to be some sort of control room for some mechanics, but whether that included the androids or not was yet to be determined.

Spock nodded absently as he observed the room. “Very interesting. Very interesting.”

(Y/N) tilted their head as they watched Norman touch a glowing, crystal-like device on the panel. “That’s an unusual device. What is it?”

“It is our central control complex,” reported Norman.

“Did I understand that there are more than 200,000 of you?” asked Spock, returning to the panel and standing beside (Y/N).

“207,809,” said Norman precisely.

“This would seem to be a simple relay station,” said Spock. “Are all of you controlled through this device?”

The necklace reading “1” around Norman’s neck began beeping and flashing. Spock raised his eyebrows as theories began to form in his mind. (Y/N) frowned. If this was a human, they would try to sense Norman’s emotions, but with an android, they couldn’t. They were, admittedly, feeling a little out of their element.

“I am not programmed to respond in this area,” said Norman, his voice buffering.

Spock nodded, keeping Norman from feeling threatened. “Oh, that’s…quite understandable.”

(Y/N) and Spock stepped out the room, ostensibly to continue touring. In reality, they needed to speak without the androids around.

“Norman’s reaction to that question…he was buffering, wasn’t he?” asked (Y/N).

Spock nodded. “The activation of the necklace suggests our exchange was significant as well. We must report it to the Captain.”

“Right,” said (Y/N), nodding.

As the Enterprise crew hostages gathered again in their quarters, Spock and (Y/N) approached Kirk.

“Captain, we’ve just had a most fascinating meeting with Norman, and I’m convinced we’ve discovered a very important inconsistency,” said Spock.

“Jim!” interrupted Bones, grinning as he entered the room with Mudd. “Jim, you should see the research facilities. They’ve got a lab down there that…Well, I could spend the rest of my life studying it.”

“I do so admire a man who devotes himself to knowledge,” said Mudd, smirking.

“Don’t lose your head, Bones,” warned Kirk. “Nobody’s staying anywhere.”

“Stubborn, Kirk, stubborn,” tsked Mudd.

“Well, I wouldn’t be bored, I can tell you that,” admitted Bones.

“Let go of me!” cried a Scottish accent, and everyone’s head snapped up. “Now, what are you doing?!” Scotty was nearly thrown into the room by Alice 27.

(Y/N) started. Scotty was not one of the original group asked to beam down. What was he doing there?

“The last one, my lord,” she said to Mudd.

“Excellent, excellent,” said Mudd in satisfaction. “Welcome to Mudd, Mr. Scott.”

“Harry Mudd!” cried Scotty. “Oh, you bourgeois frat, you. You’re the cause of all this, are you?”

“Scotty, you were ordered to stay aboard,” said Kirk.

“Aye, and I did,” said Scotty indignantly. “I stayed until that female Gargantua—” he jerked his thumb at Alice 27 “—threw me into the transporter beams.”

“What did she mean ‘the last one?’ ” asked (Y/N), glaring at Mudd.

“Didn’t I tell you?” said Mudd “innocently.” “I beamed a few dozen androids up to your ship. They’ve been sending your crew to the surface for the past couple of hours. They’re all down now.”

“Are you out of your mind?!” cried Kirk, grabbing Mudd. (Y/N) started at the flare of emotion from their captain as he shoved Mudd into a wall. “You can’t beam down an entire crew of a starship! Someone has to be on board!”

Mudd spluttered. “Well, there is an entire crew on board! An entire crew of androids.”

(Y/N) groaned. The androids had control of a whole starship now. Not only did that give them more power, it meant that they and their friends couldn’t contact someone on the ship to save them. Everyone was on Mudd.

“They learn very quickly,” continued Mudd, smiling nervously. “Uh, the fact is, I’ve taken over your whole ship. There’s nothing you can do about it.

Kirk narrowed his eyes and let go. “Harry…Harry, you’ll never get away with it.”

“Well, who’s to stop me?” asked Mudd smugly.

No wonder he never makes good decisions. His pride is a literal fog, thought (Y/N) as the heaviness of arrogance settled over their skin.

“Starfleet,” said Kirk sharply.

“Ah. But now, Captain, now I have a ship of my own, and it’s as fast as any in the fleet,” said Mudd happily. “So, how will they catch me, eh?” He chuckled. “Just think of it, laddie-buck. Harry Mudd with his own crew of lovelies aboard your vessel. Think about that.”

“I’m trying not to,” muttered Kirk.

Mudd just chuckled smugly and called for Alice to attend him as he walked away.

“He could successfully accomplish it, Captain,” said Spock. “(Y/N) and I have questioned a number of the androids, and they are totally loyal to Mudd. Perhaps of more concern is the fact that this android population can literally provide anything a humanoid being could ask for, in unlimited quantity.”

“Yes, I know; that’s what worries me,” said Kirk darkly. “How will my crew react in a world where they can have absolutely everything they want simply by…asking for it?”

“What have they offered you, Spock?” asked (Y/N).

“The finest collection of scientific instruments I have ever observed,” said Spock. “I would be able to do research and converse with others who use pure logic for the rest of my life.”

“Are you interested?” questioned (Y/N) worriedly.

Spock crossed his arms. “I prefer sharing research so that others may continue it. I cannot do so while here.”

(Y/N) smiled in relief that Spock was as impervious to pathos appeals as ever.

“And you?” asked Spock.

(Y/N) shrugged. “They appealed to vanity. Offered me a body that will never age like Uhura.”

“You are not tempted?” asked Spock.

“A robotic body could rob me of my empathic abilities,” said (Y/N). “And then I wouldn’t be…me. Not really. And no amount of beauty is as important as that.”

Spock nodded. He didn’t understand the desire to feel emotions as keenly as they did, not after struggling with his own towards them, but he respected their desire to be themself. It was, after all, one of the qualities he admired about them.

(Y/N) ran a hand through their hair. “That being said, my empathy isn’t that helpful right now. Androids don’t feel. Or, at least, I’ve never met one that’s an advanced enough AI to do so.” They shrugged. “It’s disconcerting to be so out of my element.”

“You are a member of Starfleet for skills separate than that of your race,” said Spock, folding his arms behind his back. “Do not limit yourself to them.”

(Y/N) blinked, surprised at the little (and greatly unexpected) pep talk. “Thanks, Spock. I’ll remember that.”

Spock nodded as the rest of the crew returned to their quarters after being given their offers and tempted to happily reside on Mudd for the rest of their lives.

“Alright, here we are—birds in a gilded cage,” said Kirk, putting his hands on his hips. “The question is: how do we get out of here?”

“I don’t know, sir,” said Chekov. “But it’s a very nice, gilded cage.” He smiled cheekily.

“And it is a very pleasant place, Captain,” sighed Uhura dreamily.

“What did they offer you, Uhura?” asked Scotty.

“Oh, nothing really important. Just…immortality,” said Uhura, smiling.

“Alright. We’re getting back to the ship, and don’t you forget it,” said Kirk. “Straighten up. This may be a gilded cage, filled with everything you’ve always wanted, but it’s still a cage. We don’t belong here. We belong on that ship, up there.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Of course, Captain.”

“Do you require something, Lord?” asked Alice 473 as she walked into the room.

“No. Yes,” said Kirk. “My ship.”

“I am not programmed—”

“To respond in that area,” finished Kirk with Alice 473, sighing. “Yes, I know.”

“Is there anything any of you require, to please you?” asked Alice 473.

“Alice,” said Kirk, trying again. “Give us back our ship to please us. Return us to our ship because we desire it.”

Alice 473 smiled. “We are programmed to serve. We shall serve you to your best interests, to make you happy.”

“But we’re unhappy here,” said (Y/N).

Alice 473’s face fell. “Please explain ‘unhappy.’ ”

“Unhappiness is the state which occurs in the human when wants and desires are not fulfilled,” explained Spock.

“Which wants and desires are not fulfilled?” questioned Alice 473.

“We want the Enterprise,” said Kirk sharply.

Alice 473’s necklace flashed and beeped violently. (Y/N) cocked their head. This was the second time asking too many questions and trying to confuse the androids had resulted in buffering. There was a definite possibility they could use that to their advantage.

“The…Enterprise is not a want or desire,” said Alice 473, her voice buffering awkwardly. “It is a mechanical device.”

“No, it is a beautiful lady, and we love her!” declared Kirk.

The necklace shone bright yellow, and Alice 473 stiffened. “Illogical. Illogical. All units relate. All units. Norman, coordinate.”

Norman? thought (Y/N). She’s asking Norman for help? Hmm.

Finally, the necklace’s light switched off, and Alice 473 relaxed and smiled politely again. “Unhappiness does not relate. We must study this.” She turned and walked out of the room.

“Interesting,” said Kirk.

“Fascinating,” agreed Spock. He glanced at (Y/N), both thinking of the incident with Norman from earlier.

“Odd,” they said.

“Bones, have you had time to take any psychological readings of the androids?” asked Kirk.

“I did, and you can forget it,” said Bones. “They’re perfect. Flawless—mentally and physically. No weakness, perfectly disciplined. No vices, no fears, no faults. Just a sense of purpose.”

“And yet, they buffer. They get ‘confused,’ ” observed (Y/N).

Kirk narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. “Let’s go find out what the man behind all this has to say about them and keeping us here.”

“Mudd, we have a few questions we want to ask you,” said Kirk as they were escorted into the throne room by androids.

“Oh, I’m afraid I won’t have time to answer them,” said Mudd happily. “My bags are all packed. The androids will take the Enterprise out of orbit in less that twenty-four hours. But it’s been a real pleasure having you here, Kirk. Is there anything I can get for you?”

“Yes, my ship,” repeated Kirk for the millionth time.

“Oh, you’re a stubborn fellow, aren’t you?” teased Mudd. “But I don’t mind. I don’t mind, not at all, because I’ll be leaving here quickly enough, and then, you can be stubborn at your own leisure. Alice 2, my love, will you have my bags transported up to the ship?”

“No, my Lord Mudd,” replied all the Alices and Norman.

“What?!” cried Mudd.

“Oh, boy,” murmured (Y/N) as they realized what was about to happen.

“We can no longer take your orders, Harry Mudd,” said Norman.

“Why not?!” questioned Mudd.

“Our makers were wise,” said Norman. “They programmed us to serve.”

“Yes, well, that’s what I’m saying,” said Mudd, attempting to reason with them. “Put my bags on the ship.”

“Mudd, they have other plans,” said (Y/N), their hands on their hips.

“You are correct, Lieutenant,” said Norman. “Harry Mudd is flawed, even for a human being. We recognized this from the beginning but used his knowledge to obtain more specimens. Your species is self-destructive. You need our help.”

“We prefer to help ourselves,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes slightly. “We make mistakes, but we learn from them.”

“We will not harm you, but we will take the starship, and you will remain on this planet,” said Norman.

“Oh, now-now, look here. You-You can’t do that!” cried Mudd. “Now, listen, to serve us, you must obey us.”

“No, my Lord Mudd,” responded the androids in sync.

“We cannot allow any race as greedy and corruptible as yours to have free run of the galaxy,” said Norman.

“I’m curious, Norman,” said Spock, taking a step from (Y/N)’s side to be nearer to the android. “Just how do you intend to stop them?”

“We shall serve them,” responded Norman. “Their kind will be eager to accept out service. Soon, they will become completely dependent on us.”

“Their aggressive and acquisitive instincts will be under our control,” said Alice 99.

“We shall…take care of them,” said Norman.

Spock’s eyebrows rose as he considered their words. “Eminently practical.”

“It would work,” admitted (Y/N).

“The whole galaxy controlled by your kind?” asked Kirk.

“Yes, Captain,” said Norman. “And we shall serve them, and you will be happy…and controlled.”

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special-agent-fiction · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

Star Trek (2009)

Seasons of Us (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Just a look through the seasons of yours and Jim’s life together in Iowa (pre-Starfleet). One-Shot

The View (Jim Kirk x Reader)

The reader is totally in love with the view from their window and Jim can’t quite understand why. One-Shot

Fragments of You (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Jim’s having trouble after the events of ‘Into Darkness’ and honestly, everyone else is still really freaked out over the fact that he died. Everyone but you that is. You’re helping him through it all. One-Shot

New Rules(Jim Kirk x Female Reader)

You didn’t ask for their help. In fact, you actively declined their input into the situation but Uhura scares you and Bones has a kick-ass stare and suddenly you’re letting them come up with a list of rules for how to live your life without falling head-over-heels in love with Jim Kirk. One-Shot

Part 1

Part 2

How To Save A Life (Spock x Reader)

Emotional outbursts are dangerous to Vulcan’s who spend their lives bottling everything up and Spock is an expert at the art of stoicism. Reader is a Starfleet therapist tasked with helping him post-Khan and ‘Into Darkness’. One-Shot

Ex Astris, Scientia (Spock x Reader)

Written for a request - “Hi can you do story (long please) about reader being depressed and insecure and Spock finding out and comforting reader…” One-Shot

The Hobbit

The Promise (Thorin Oakenshield x OFC)

Taken in by the Durin’s when she was a child, Eleonóra has lived through it all; the glory of Erebor, Smaug, the journey to Erid Luin and now a Quest to reclaim the hallowed halls stolen from them so many years ago. With a promise to fulfill she will do anything to keep her boys, all of them, safe from whatever lies ahead on the road to their lost homeland.

Chapter One - The Glory of Erebor

Chapter Two - A Fire Drake from the North

Chapter Three - Gundabad Orcs and Hallowed Halls

Chapter Four - A Changed Face

Chapter Five - Women’s Work

Chapter Six - The New Normal

Chapter Seven - Mahal Giveth and Mahal Taketh Away

Chapter Eight - New Beginnings (Again)

Chapter Nine - Snapshots of Life

Chapter Ten - Reflections

Chapter Eleven - The Head of an Empty Table

Chapter Twelve - A Chance Encounter

Chapter Thirteen - Coming Soon

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Duo (Napoleon Solo x OFC)

CIA Agent Napoleon Solo only allowed two people in the whole world to use his first name, both were female and one was his mother, bless her soul. The other? Well that’s confidential…or at least it was.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen (Final Chapter)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Hoist The Colours (Jack Sparrow x OFC)

One-Shot, Prequel to COTBP The plan had been to sail the Caribbean together until they the deck of their beloved Wicked Wench splintered beneath their feet from old age. But the Wench had splintered early and now Jack was out for blood; he’d summon the Pirate Lords himself if it meant getting Her out of Beckett’s clutches and back at his side, where she belonged.

#masterlist #my masterlist

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roobylavender · 2 years ago

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So I'm pretty new to comics and the DC comics fandom and I've been noticing this interesting parallel in the cultural ideas and fandom discussions with the star trek fandom, specifically the concept of Kirk Drift. In brief the term was coined by an article talking about how the cultural perception and modern conception of Jim Kirk is completely made up and utterly divorced from the Kirk we actually see in the original series. And your analyses of male characters as they were portrayed in the 70s and 80s (Hal Jordan and Bruce Wayne in particular) really reminded me of this article.

It's interesting how similar the warping of these massive cultural icons is given the similarities (being a part of a decades old property and having been written by multiple writers over a long stretch of time) and the differences (the sheer volume of material that dc characters get as opposed to 3 seasons of a tv show plus some movies, the mediums, different industries, and being a part of a genre that kind of espouses different ideals). Another interesting commonality is that they're both media that everyone knows about but very few people have actually engaged with.

I don't know how much of star trek you've watched but the idea of a hotheaded, rash, womanizing dick is wildly different from the canon Kirk who was a nerd, pretty by the book, utterly devoted to his ship and his duty to his crew as a starfleet officer, was on really good terms with his exes who were all accomplished and intelligent women with lives and aspirations of their own, sensitive, and extremely professional.

The reason why I'm explaining that is that it's really striking how the imagined version of Kirk and various superhero characters ends up diminishing the point of these stories and the progressive themes that they actually did have and ends up creating a version of the story that is significantly more regressive than the source material. This not only affects the character in question but often also ends up flattening and erasing female characters that actually existed. For instance the whole purpose of star trek is to imagine a better future, a world where we've moved beyond the issues of today. It wasn't always great at it but the intent was always clear. Similarly the superhero comics genre to my limited understanding is meant to inspire the idea of regular heroism in the readers, to make you feel like you could be a hero too. And I get that these male characters get treated significantly better than their female counterparts but the destruction of their characters doesn't just affect them it also affects the overall story and the world of the story and ends up destroying anything good these stories had to say in the first place.

I don't really have anything to conclude this with just noticed this similarity and thought you might find it interesting given your interest in looking at stories within their cultural context and would love to know your thoughts. Have a nice week!

i unfortunately never got into star trek! i do think i've watched the first chris pine movie but i imagine going off of what you're saying here that it wasn't entirely accurate to who kirk is as a persongjkdfjlhdf. still though, this totally resonates and i couldn't agree more! i really believe there is a huge issue with with the life span of various media allowing their core message to deteriorate over time, esp bc that life span means they evolve in response to political changes in the real world. we are progressively moving into a very conservative time period in our history right now and that could not be reflected more than in what is being propagated via popular, long-standing source material. it's a very worrisome and disheartening phenomenon and i imagine much won't change unless the public political spectrum changes first :/

#esp agree with the part about male characters treating sort of having a ripple effect on everyone else #that's a belief i have about media in general tbh #misogyny is obv a significant contributor to poor writing of women but the chances are if women are being written poorly #the men are being written poorly too. and often in facilitation of the misogyny that in turn affects the women #outbox

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dreaming-about-fanfictions · 5 years ago

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Laughing and Knitting - Jim Kirk (AOS) x Plussize!Reader

Summary: You have the biggest crush on Jim but he doesn’t seem to feel the same. After years of having no contact, you see him again.

Request by: @morganofthecoves1 “Hello! Would it be possible for you to do a Kirk (aos) X plus size reader??? If so could you do like a super fluffy image/one shot where Jim and the reader went to the academy together and sat next to each other in one of their classes. They became fast friends, Jim acting like a dork around the reader, always hugging her and telling jokes to make her laugh. Maybe they don't see each other for a long time and then the reader starts to work on the Enterprise. Anything really. Thanks” --> I hope you like it! Enjoy <3

A/N: I forgot how much I love writing Star Trek imagines! This was so much fun!

Words: 2853 Pairing: Jim Kirk (AOS) x plussize!Reader Warnings: fluff fluff fluff and some insecurities

„James Tiberius Kirk, late as always.”

You looked up from your notes when the seminar got so suddenly interrupted. Your professor leaned against his table, arms crossed, a disappointed – yet not surprised – look in his eyes as he stared at Kirk who had just tried to sneak into the room.

Your classmates gave each other amused looks, some chuckled. This happened at least twice a week.

The blonde cadet let go of the door handle and slipped into the room. “Would you believe me if I told you –“

“No,” the professor interrupted him. “No, I would not. Now sit down. There are some people left in this class who take their education seriously. Even though you are sadly not one of them.”

“I’m very serious about my education, Professor,” Kirk replied with his usual smile on his lips and walked towards one of his friends who was sitting in the first row and looked just as disappointed at him than the professor did. Was it Coy? McCoy? You were sure that you had spoken to the man before but couldn’t quite remember his name. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have skipped my morning shower and my breakfast to get to your class, right?”

Some people laughed, you rolled your eyes. It was almost a miracle that Kirk was still allowed to attend Starfleet Academy.

“In that case you can stay right there,” the professor simply replied. “No shower equals no place in the first row,”

Right there meant your row, you realized when Jim turned towards you – and even worse, it meant next to you. Oh god.

James or how his friends called him, Jim, Kirk started attending Starfleet Academy the same year you did. You had noticed him already on the first evening when he boasted to everyone who would listen that he would be Captain of a Starship in only three years. Granted, this happened after five beers in a student bar in downtown San Francisco. Nevertheless, the arrogance of this guy made you hate him. There were other people, people like you, who had studied hard to get into this program and someone like him just showed up and got accepted? It made you furious.

Those feelings didn’t last very long however. In fact, the anger turned into a full-size crush pretty soon. After a few weeks you got to see his other side – his funny, charming, always-a-smile-on-his-lips side. He still annoyed the shit out of you, don’t be mistaken, yet you couldn’t help but laugh when he cracked another one of his jokes in class.

Kirk was fully aware of his effect on women. At least, it always seemed that way. So his reputation was quickly established. He flirted shamelessly, changing his girlfriends faster than his underwear. It was one reason why you never acted on your feelings and preferred to watch him from afar, being content with your daydreams staying daydreams. The other reason was your fear of rejection. Kirk would never go for a woman like you. Not because of your looks – your rolls and curves weren’t making you less attractive. Quite the opposite actually, you knew how to flaunt them. Feeling comfortable in your body was something you had worked hard for and one man’s opinion wasn’t going to destroy that. No, the women he dated or even just hooked up with were … fierce. They were exciting and knew what they wanted. You couldn’t keep up with that and were convinced that men like Jim Kirk didn’t notice you. You simply flew under their radar.

“May I sit here?”

You flinched and nearly dropped your pen at the sound of his voice. “Yeah, sure.”

Kirk didn’t move. After two seconds passed you looked up at him, a confused look on your face. He furrowed his brows when you didn’t react and the confusion grew. Then he finally bent down, grabbing your jacket that was still on the chair next to you and handed it to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Your face grew hot and you quickly tucked the jacked away in your backpack.

“Don’t worry,” he sounded friendly and you were sure he was smiling again. However, you were still embarrassed and kept your gaze focused on the presentation the professor presented to the class. “I’m Jim,” he continued.

“I know,” you mumbled and instantly regretted it. Why was your brain not able to come up with proper responses?!

Jim chuckled. “Of course you do. My name just got announced to everyone.”

Sure, that was the reason.

You cleared your throat and finally turned your head. Leaning against the back of the chair, legs spread out, he seemed more than comfortable. He looked directly at you as if he was waiting for you to say something. “I’m Y/N,” you finally introduced yourself.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Jim held out his hand with a big grin.

You let out a nervous breath of air, concealing it with a soft chuckle, before you shook it. “Nice to meet you, Jim.”

***

Two days later …

It was raining like someone was emptying buckets outside. You sprinted the whole way from your dorm to your classroom and practically fell into your chair, completely out of breath and soaking wet.

“Rough morning?”

To your surprise, Jim was already sitting next to you. You looked at your watch. Were you late? No. “You’re early,” you stated.

He shrugged. “I’m always one for surprises.”

“Did you miss your shower again?” You asked when you got out of your jacket.

“What?”

“No shower equals no place in the first row,” you quoted your professors and used the sleeve of your pullover to wipe away the raindrops from your face.

“Oh!” Jim exclaimed and laughed. “No, no. I just like the view I have from here.” He winked at you.

You blushed and quickly bent down to rummage through your backpack so he wouldn’t notice it. The last time he sat next to you, the two of you hardly spoke. You were too nervous and didn’t know what to say. He occasionally commented on the lecture and caused you to laugh at the most impossible times but nothing more happened. You thought that was it. Your one chance to talk to him, to act on your crush and you were too shy to do so.

Apparently that was not it.

“Your scarf is great.”

“What?” You looked up at him, thinking you misheard.

Jim pointed at your neck. “Your scarf. Did you make it?”

“Oh,” you felt your cheeks growing hot again not sure if he was joking or not. You had knitted the scarf last year when you visited your parents home and were quite proud of it. “Yes, actually. I sometimes … make things.” You made things? Damn, your ability to articulate yourself was on point today.

“It looks great, seriously.”

“Thanks,” you smiled softly.

Then the door opened and your professor strutted in, a cup of coffee in his hands. “Good morning everyone!”

***

Two weeks later …

“What’s that?” Jim asked when he sat down, curiously eyeing the package on his table.

You shrugged, playing dumb. “Who knows. Open it and see for yourself.”

You barely finished your sentence when he ripped it open. “No way!” He exclaimed so loudly that two students in front of you flinched. “That’s so cool!”

You smiled widely as you watched him pull out the scarf. It looked similar to yours, except for the darker color.

“You made that?” He asked you and put it on immediately.

You nodded, feeling flattered.

“Thank you!” It sounded so sincere and he looked so happy, you were taken a little aback by it. All of a sudden, he leaned in and pulled you into a tight hug. “No one ever made anything for me.”

***

From this point on, the friendship between the two of you developed quickly. Soon you sat together in almost every class. You met up for lunch and study sessions. He crashed on the floor in your dorm more than once when was locked out of his room again and even had dinner with your parents when they came to visit you once.

Of course, nothing more happened. As you had suspected – men like Jim Kirk didn’t go for women like you. He never made a move, never gave you any clue that he was interested in you. So you didn’t say anything either. You stayed quiet, enjoying his company and his stories that never failed to make you laugh. The feelings didn’t go away, no. If anything, they grew stronger with every day you saw him and he pulled you into a tight hug. Jim was extremely touchy – hugs, grabbing your arms, touching your hair, it was all a normal part of being his friend. You didn’t mind though. Quite the contrary.

Your friends declared you crazy after a few months. “How do you put up with this?” or “Do you enjoy suffering?” or “Doesn’t it make you feel miserable?” were common questions. You didn’t have answers to any of them. Being around Jim never made you feel miserable. Of course, you sometimes wished you were brave enough to ask him out, to make a move. You dreamed about him realizing that you were more than just a friend to him and confessing his love to you.

It never happened though and you respected it. So you kept quiet and enjoyed the friendship between the two of you. If this was all he could offer you then you gladly took it.

***

Three years later …

It was your first day on the Enterprise. You walked into your room, tired, exhausted, happier than ever. You still couldn’t believe it. When you received the call and they told you that you’ve been accepted, you were convinced it was a prank call. It wasn’t. Starfleet wanted you to transfer to the Enterprise, the most prestigious ship in the entire fleet. It was by far your proudest moment in your career.

After you changed out of your uniform and into something more comfortable, you fell onto your bed, sinking into the soft pillows. As you let the day pass by in your mind once more, you smiled. The crew had been great, welcoming you with open arms. You already loved your job and were excited to officially start the next day.

Would he you see him tomorrow? The thought crossed your mind all of a sudden and you opened your eyes, staring at the ceiling. You knew he was the Captain of the ship. Everyone knew. After all, he was the first one to become Captain in only three years. Oh, how loudly you had laughed when you heard about it in the news. No one believed him on his first day and he did it anyways.

However, Jim and you had fallen out of contact shortly after that faithful day when the Romulans attacked Vulcan. He got promoted quickly afterwards and his life turned into this adventure you didn’t seem to have a place in it. It hurt. Even now, you flinched when you thought about it.

You sat up when you suddenly heard two short knocks on the door. “Come in,” you called out and got up from the bed.

When the door opened, your heart skipped a beat.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you.” There he was. Captain James T. Kirk in the flesh, wearing his golden Starfleet uniform, his hands crossed behind his back, his signature smirk on his lips.

“Jim!” You exclaimed before remembering who he was and quickly clearing your throat. “I mean … Captain.” He looked like the Jim Kirk you knew but at the same time he didn’t. Something about him had changed. He seemed more sure of himself, his composure, the way he spoke – he had matured. It was an almost scary sight.

Jim rolled his eyes. “Please, I’m still Jim to you.” Stepping towards you he continued: “I knew, I recognized that name when Spock told me about our new crew members. It’s so good to see you again, Y/N!” He opened his arms but then paused for a moment. “May I hug you?”

You stared at him. “Yes, yes, of course, Jim!” You finally replied and walked towards him.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You breathed in his familiar scent and closed your eyes. It had been so long. Too long. “I missed you,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“Same here,” he whispered.

You laughed. “Yeah, right.”

Jim pulled back at your reaction. “You don’t believe me?” He asked, his brows furrowed.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “You’ve been so busy I don’t think you had time to miss me that much. At least it seemed that way since you never called or anything.”

He lowered his gaze, a painful look on his face. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” his apology sounded sincere. It wasn’t good enough for you though. “I really am. I meant to call but …”

“Then why didn’t you?”, you interrupted Jim, trying not to sound too heartbroken about it which seemed almost impossible. “I tried to reach you but you never replied.”

“I know,” he sighed. “Honestly I thought it was the perfect opportunity to get some space.”

Ouch. That hurt even more. Space? Why did he need space? Had your friendship been more one-sided than you realized? “Space?” You asked. “What do you mean?”

Finally, he looked at you. He raised his eyebrows as if he didn’t believe what you just said. “Oh, come on, Y/N. As if you don’t know what I mean.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?!” You shook your head, growing more and more annoyed by the second.

Jim scoffed before blurting out: “I had the biggest possible crush on you from the day I sat down next to you in class!”

The words felt like a punch in the gut. They left you breathless and your brain wasn’t able to understand the true meaning behind them for a few seconds. “What?! You … what?” You stammered.

“Yeah! I was so in love with you!”, Jim repeated himself and grabbed your hands, holding them tightly. “As if you didn’t notice. Leonard – Dr. McCoy – he still makes fun of my behavior back then. I was hopelessly in love with you.” He let out a short laugh when he thought back.

No words came from your mouth. You were speechless. Confused you looked back and forth between his face and your hand that was resting in his.

Jim watched you. And then – it dawned on him. “Wait, you really didn’t know?”

You just stared at him.

“Oh.” Something happened that you never thought possible: Jim Kirk blushed. “Well, this is embarrassing.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked softly. All of this felt like a dream. Working on the Enterprise, Jim Kirk confessing his feelings for after so many years – you expected to wake up any second now.

Jim shrugged. “You didn’t seem interested. And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“What?”

A big grin suddenly appeared on your face and before you knew it, you started laughing. “Oh, Jim,” you managed to get out, grabbing your waist while giggling like a schoolgirl. “We’re both such idiots.”

Jim looked at you confusedly. Had you lost your mind completely now? Then he started to realize. Oh no. “Wait…”

You raised an eyebrow, still grinning like an idiot.

“Please, don’t tell me you felt the same,” Jim groaned.

You nodded and the both of you started laughing again.

“Unbelievable…”, Jim exclaimed after a few seconds. “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

It was your turn to shrug this time. “I don’t know. Same reason, I guess. I thought you weren’t interested and didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

Jim let out a long sigh. “I don’t believe it. How did we miss that?!”

“I have no idea,” you mumbled. “We wasted so much time.”

For a while no one said a word. It was just you and him, standing in the middle of your room, holding hands, looking at each other. It seemed too good to be true and you never wanted this moment to end.

“Do you still feel the same?” Jim finally asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Do you?”

He didn’t reply, instead his gaze wandered down to your lips. “May I …?”

“Yes,” you whispered, a shudder running down your spine. “You may.”

Jim Kirk leaned forwards, gently cupping your cheek with his hand, as his lips locked with yours – and in that moment, everything you ever wanted became true. The kiss was soft and slow, loving and longing. You never wanted it to end.

When it did end, you sighed.

Jim smiled at you. “I still have the scarf, you know.”

You chuckled. “Oh, really? Well, I can make you a new one now. I’m much better at knitting now.

“No,” he shook his head. “I want to keep it. You made it for me.”

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all I want for christmas (is you)

Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Reader (Original Female Character)

Summary: McCoy finds himself wrapped up in the Enterprise annual gift exchange, and for some reason, this Christmas gift feels a hell of a lot more important than just a Christmas gift.

Maybe it’s got something to do with who it’s for.

Word Count: 6,463

A/N: guys I swear this was suppose to be a 2000 word drabble for the holidays but its a whole chapter now idk, I hope you enjoy! as always special thanks to @lightning-writes

“Lieutenant, is there a reason you haven’t drawn a name yet?”

“I need to feel all the papers! That’s how you pick the best one– duh.” She swirls her hand around the bowl once more, rubbing the notes between her fingers. Spock stares patiently.

“Is there a best one to be picked? My understanding of the secret Santa tradition was to be given a random partner.”

“There sure is, and it’s... this one!” she says as she finally plucks the blue sticky note. “It was calling to me.” She unfolds the paper like it's about to self-destruct, and it reveals its neat loopy handwriting.

CMO McCoy

She blinks.

Oh. Leonard.

She blinks again.

It’s Leonard!

She laughs to herself, and Spock raises an eyebrow.

“I assume you’re happy with your choice?”

Her heart beats a little quicker. “Oh, definitely. I told you I had to feel all the papers.” She smiles and rocks on her heels.

I’m Leonards's secret Santa!

Spock nods politely and returns the bowl back to himself. “Thank you for your participation, Lieutenant. I hope your exchange goes well.”

“You too, Spock! Merry Christmas.”

She pats his shoulder and returns her gaze to the piece of paper. Spock makes his way back to his station when something settles in the pit of her stomach.

Oh god, I’m Leonards's secret Santa.

“I’m not doing a gift exchange.”

“Bones, hear me out.”

“No.”

“All the other senior officers are doing it, Even Spock!”

“And? Good for them.”

Leonard doesn’t look up from his PADD, and Kirk fitfully shakes the bowl of papers.

“What will it take for you to do this?” he pleads. Leonard halts, his eyes narrowing, and his hands folding on his desk.

“What are you offering?”

When Kirk sighs, “I mean, whatever if it’s reasonable,” he knows he’s got Kirk right where he wants him.

“You show up for your next two physicals, get up to date on your vaccines, stop flirting with Nurse Walker – then I’ll buy someone a candle or something.”

Kirk glare,s but it does nothing to deter his friend.

“ I think Walker really likes me—“

“Jim.”

“Fine! Fine, you win, just pick a name.”

The doctor rolls his eyes and plucks the first paper off the top of the pile. It’s yellow, and he hopes to god it doesn’t say Spock.

It doesn’t; its pristine sharpie work stains the paper.

Operations Manager A. Sunshine

He stares and squints, all while Kirk watches him intently. A tight, nervous feeling begins to bloom in his chest.

Sunshine. Christ.

“Well?” Kirk prompts. Leonard folds the paper again and shoves it in his uniform pocket.

“Yeah, I got it,” he waves Kirk off. “You can leave my office now. Not like I got patients to attend to or anything.”

Kirk laughs, and it’s blindingly bright.

“I’ll leave you to it, Bones. Remember - two weeks until the exchange!”

Two weeks until the exchange. God help me.

“Okay, what about a jacket? Or a sweater?”

“Nyota, we wear a uniform every day. When is he gonna wear a sweater?”

Sunshine paces back and forth on the sidewalk, chewing on her nails. They’re an hour into their recreational shore leave, with four stores under her belt, and she’s no closer to a gift.

“You want my help or not?” Nyota crosses her arms and stops Sunshine in her path.

“Sorry, I’m being mean, aren’t I?” She receives a pointed look. “I don’t mean to, I just really want this to be…”

“Perfect?” Nyota finishes.

“Perfect?” Sunshine repeats the word, rolling it over in her mouth. “No, not exactly. I just want it to be… right? I guess? I feel like there's an answer, and I’m just not seeing it.”

She sighs. The entire endeavor begins to feel a bit hopeless, and she wonders if she's doomed to just be the shittiest secret Santa the enterprise's annual gift exchange has ever seen. She imagines Leonard's face opening a sweater he’ll never wear, feigning appreciation, and her stomach flips.

Nyota locks her arm with Sunshine’s and gives her all the seriousness she would a Starfleet mission. “If there's an answer on this starbase, we’re gonna find it.”

“You think so?”

She smiles, “Not a doubt in my mind.”

“Bones, you can’t just get a woman makeup, you have to know her shade,” he plucks the tube of lipstick from Leonard's hands, whose eye twitches.

“She wears this color every day, Kirk.”

“She does?” He examines the tube. “Oh, yeah, I guess she does. Still shouldn't get it for her though, what if it’s not her brand?”

“Her brand?”

Kirk looks at Leonard like he’s a child asking perpetually asking why.

“Yes, Bones, her brand. This stuff is very elaborate.”

“Well, I don’t see you coming up with any bright ideas,” he hisses, shoving the lipstick back into its holder like it offended him. Kirk shrugs.

Leonard wants to scream. From the moment he unwrapped that damn yellow paper he knew this would be a disaster. Why couldn't he have gotten Chapel? Or Sulu? Or Chekov? Or even Kirk? Instead, he gets Sunshine, who he can't bear to disappoint with the candle that's been sitting in his bedside drawer since two Christmases ago. She deserves more, a lot more… he just has no idea what more looks like.

“This is impossible.” he concedes, his hope having run dry after four stores and three makeup departments.

“It is not, we just need to get creative. I think you’re looking at this wrong, Bones,” Kirk begins to weave his way through the retail-maze. “You’ve got to think more… Sunshine. Not just some generic Christmas gift.”

Kirk's words make their way around his head, and unfortunately, he has a great point. Perhaps, maybe, there is a tiny chance that he was carried away by the daunting expectation of what a holiday gift should be. The answer is staring him in the face now - he isn’t getting a Christmas gift, he is getting a Sunshine gift. This, he could work with.

“You might be onto something, Jim.” He snaps his fingers. “With me–I’ve got an idea.”

Sunshine has always been partial to mint chocolate chip, and it's not like there's much of it in space. So, the cone in her hand is indeed a necessity and not a distraction.

“No more pit stops after this,” Nyota says, sweet yet stern, as she holds the door open for Sunshine.

“I completely agree, so quit trying to get us sidetracked,” she quips and takes a long lick of her mint chip.

Ever the patient one, Nyota rolls her eyes with a smile. “So sorry, Lieutenant. I'll try to stay on task.”

Sunshine laughs, links their arms, and they walk down the strip. The impending sugar rush raises her spirits, and she is more than ready for the next bout of stores.

“Okay, so I'm thinking we stop up here and try--”

“Oh, look, It's Jim and Leonard,” Nyota says casually, and nervousness shoots through Sunshine.

“It's what!?” Sunshine hisses, her head shooting left and right for a store to dive into. It’s too late, Jim is already waving, and nudging Leonard, who does his polite little half-wave—awww.

“Shit, it’s too late, we were seen,” she sucks in a breath. “Okay, okay, act natural, Nyota. Don’t give anything away!”

She lobs the rest of her ice cream in the nearest trash, straightens her clothes, and skirts backward until her back is against the nearest wall. She has just enough time to pull Nyota next to her and prop her foot against the wall before the pair approach—and just like that, she’s as natural as ever.

“Hello boys,” she hums. She doesn’t even spare them a glance at first, choosing to stare at her nails, and be incredibly casual. She’s met with silence and the prickling feeling of someone staring at her.

They all are.

“Er—hi, Sunshine,” Kirk says slowly, like it's a question. She inches her gaze away from her hand. Kirk has that crease between his brows that he gets when he’s thinking, and Leonards's arms are crossed over his chest, and suddenly this interaction is anything but natural. She plants her foot back on the ground.

“Everythin’ alright?” Leonard asks, in his concerned doctor voice that she knows all too well. She prays the interaction is salvageable.

“Of course it is, everything is normal, as it usually is – right, Nyota?” She juts her elbow into her friend's side, who does not take the gesture kindly. With a hard glare, Nyota nods.

“Just enjoying the day off,” she says tightly, and Sunshine envies her talent for socializing.

There's a suffocatingly awkward pause, where Sunshine sweats and looks at anything other than Leonard – who, in turn, stares at her like he’s trying to solve a math problem.

“Well, uh, we should get back to it, I guess,” Kirk breaks the silence, still confused as ever.

“Yeah! Yeah, of course, us too,” she blurts, and pushes herself off of the wall, “Have fun! Be safe! See you at work!” And with that, she's locking her arm with Nyota once more and hauling ass away from the two. She walks so fast, they’re out of earshot in seconds.

“You know that went terribly, right?” Nyota says flatly.

“I do, and I’m willing to take some of the blame.”

“Some?”

“Most of the blame, maybe,” Sunshine cringes. “It really was that bad, wasn’t it?”

She knows the answer already, but instead of a hearty yes, Nyota bursts into laughter, and keeps laughing until Sunshine joins her.

“It was terrible, awful,” she says, trying to catch her breath. “You’ve really got it bad, huh?”

Sunshine giggles, and leans on her friend. “Ha, got what bad?”

Nyota pauses, curiously observing her friend's seriousness. “Nothing. Here, I’ve heard good things about this store.”

Leonard stares at Sunshine's back as she retreats, thinking about what the hell he just watched unfold.

“Any idea what that was?” Kirk asks, his head tilted so far, he could hurt his neck.

“Not a damn clue.”

Another hour passes, and Sunshine is close to hysterics, and the shopkeeper is hearing all about it.

“So, I pick the name out of the bowl,” she brandishes the crumpled blue paper, “and I’m like, ‘oh, perfect’ because, like I said, we’re great friends, like super close, but now, I actually have to get the gift. And it’s impossible! Everything is too ordinary or not thoughtful enough or just useless! We’ve been at this for hours, and I’m at my wits end here.” Sunshine’s legs swing from her place perched on the countertop.

“So, this friend of yours,” the assistant manager, Tina, begins, “he doesn’t have any hobbies? Or interests?” Customers pass, and Sunshine sighs.

“Hobbies? Not really. I mean, all we do is work, and he works a lot– did I mention he’s CMO? Yeah, I mean, he’s passionate about his work! He loves being a doctor, he acts all jaded about it, but he’s actually a huge softie, loves helping people.” She pauses and sucks in a breath, while Tina nods like she’s keeping up. “He doesn’t love doing it in space, though. That’s what he’s mostly jaded about. I mean, he did his dissertation in med school on deep space diseases, so it makes sense but –”

“Well, where’s he from?” Tina interrupts.

“Oh, he’s from Earth; I am too.” Sunshine points to Nyota, who is rifling through the cologne section in her stead, “So is my friend.”

“You know, there’s a little earth-themed shop just around the corner…”

This piques Sunshine’s interest, and it fills her with hope.

“Earth-themed?” she repeats. Tina nods while she restocks the shelf behind the counter.

“It’s an antique shop; they have trinkets from everywhere but mostly earth. Maybe you’ll find something there?”

Sunshine grins, and she feels a weight being lifted off her chest. “Tina, you’re a godsend, thank you so much,” she hops off the counter with renewed vigor. “C’mon, Nyota! I think we’ve got our answer!” Nyota is halfway through the stack of samples in her hand when she’s rushed out of the store. She fleetingly wonders why she puts up with this.

—

Leonard barely looks up from his PADD the entire way back to the ship. It takes Kirk, attached to his side, to weave him through crowds and assure no accidents or injuries. The enterprise is quiet upon arriving, and Kirk is ushered into Leonard's office.

“Alright! Game time, Bones, tell me whatcha got,” Kirk claps his hand on Leonard’s shoulder—it reminds him of a high school football coach.

“Right, we’re gonna need to abuse your authority. “

“…for a Christmas gift?”

Leonard rifles through his drawers.

“Well, what else would it be for? Listen, go ask the head nurse–should be Nurse Bennet– tell her you need access to the medical imaging equipment, and grab the camera in Drawer B, got it?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess?”

Leonard shoos him out of the room. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he uses the moment of solitude to clear his head.

He really hopes this isn't a stupid idea.

—

In the antique store, Sunshine elects to not sit on any of the countertops.

The entire place seems fragile to her, with shelves lined high with old-world things she didn't recognize and floors littered with boxes. It was eclectic, to say the least. To say the most, it was downright cramped. And tiny.

Definitely no countertop sitting for her.

Her eyes trail across the room, and she gets an odd nostalgic feeling, like she isn’t quite in space anymore. It feels like her mom's old house. The feeling sweeps her up like a hug, and she almost forgets why she’s there as her eyes roam. Nyota recenters her with a nudge and points to the back of the store.

“Hello!” Sunshine calls and catches the attention of the man behind the register. He’s older, with deep smile lines, and an overly large coat. He looks kind, she thinks. He waves in return for her hello.

Nyota slips between two shelves, already scouring for ideas, while Sunshine approaches the shopkeep.

“Somethin’ I can do for you?” he asks, his accent familiar, and strikes her with a sudden longing feeling.

“If it's not too much trouble, I really need some help finding a gift for my friend,”she says, uncharacteristically beginning to feel shy. “And there's a bit of a story to it too, if you have the time.”

He stares at her curiously, and she hopes she hasn't overstepped.

“Sure.” He shrugs.

He gestures for her to come around the counter, and she can see a wooden chair peeking from behind it. She accepts his invitation and makes herself comfortable in the old-looking wooden rocking chair. Dust flies from it when she sits. He continues counting the register and waits for her to begin.

“So,” she fiddles with the blue sticky note that has lost its stickiness, “I joined Starfleet like, a little over a year ago, and there's this Doctor…”

—

The captain clears his throat and clears it again, running a hand through his hair because he’s just not sure what to say.

“So, I gathered you both here for a reason, which is very important… but I also cannot provide much information about why it’s important - very… classified stuff, but I assure you-”

Leonard is too impatient for his own good, and he’s rolling his eyes and grumbling mere seconds into the captain's fake speech.

“I’ll take it from here, Jim,” he interjects, “I can’t watch you flounder like a fish out of water anymore.”

The captain's patience wavers, but Leonard takes no mind to this.

“Henly, Donavan, stand next to each other and smile. We’re doing a Starfleet scrapbook or something,” he says, voice filled to the brim with sarcasm. He brings the camera to his face, and the two girls look at one another with confused, pinched faces.

“We don't have all day, Ensigns,” he mumbles. Henley and Donavan turn their confused frowns into tentative smiles, and he snaps the picture. He throws a thumbs up their way.

“Great. You’re dismissed.” Leonard turns around, sights set on their next stop already. Kirk, however, scrambles to leave this interaction on a politer note.

Kirk calls, “What he means is thank you so much for participating ladies, and you look great by the way, can’t wait for you to see the scrapbook!” but they were already retreating, whispering and giggling to one another. He sighs.

“So, now that I’ve abused my authority for the sake of a Christmas gift, do I get to know what the gift is?” he demands.

“We’re not done abusing your authority, just so you’re aware,” Leonard says pointedly, “and fine, but we walk and talk.”

That’s fine with Jim, he’ll walk wherever, talk to whoever, if he finally gets to know what’s going on.

“One year, for Pam and I’s anniversary, she got me this holoframe, piled high with a bunch of pictures of us. The thing’d flip through them all day, like a highlight reel while our marriage fell apart.” Leonard stays five steps ahead and doesn’t look back at Kirk. It’s an odd place to be vulnerable, the enterprise hallways, and Kirk has no idea how this fits into anything.

“Okay…”

“I hated the damn thing. Not the sentimental type, but what you said, about getting a more, Sunshine gift, somethin’ clicked,” he snaps his fingers. “Can’t think of anything she likes more than the crew, and I’ll go out on a limb and say she’s the sentimental type.”

Kirk pauses thoughtfully and suddenly feels touched by the gesture that isn't even for him.

“So, we are making a Starfleet scrapbook? But of all Sunshine's favorite people?”

“Do not go around saying we’re making a scrapbook like we’re a couple of grade schoolers.”

Kirk catches up with his friend with a newfound dedication to this endeavor.

“Sorry, holoframe,” he grins.

—

Sunshine and Nyota are both perched behind the shop counter now. Sunshine slumped down into the rocking chair, Nyota rested on the arm of it.

“...after I told Tina all of this, she sent me here and said maybe you could help—oh, well, actually, she never said that, I just sort of roped you into this on my own accord, sorry about that– but, on the way here, I wrote down this list of facts about Leonard to maybe help find him something?” She pulls out a crumpled receipt with sharpie on the back.

“You brought…a list?” the shopkeep drawls, and it makes her blush.

“Yeah it’s—I thought it might help,” she says sheepishly.

“She is very prepared,” Nyota supplies with a comforting pat on her shoulder.

“Alright, then let's see it.” He holds out his hand, and she lays the receipt flat on his palm. It feels like she's handing something over much more important than the record of her ice cream purchase, but she doesn't put her finger on why.

She waits as the man reads, and she rocks in the chair. She thinks about what a whirlwind of a day it's been but still feels at ease.

“He’s from Georgia?” the shopkeep finally says. She perks up.

“Yeah! He’s, like, a country boy,” she cringes. “Well, like, he's from the country, he grew up on a farm, I just don't know what the actual word for it is.”

Thankfully, the man just chuckles and doesn’t correct her. It's a win in her book.

“He ever miss home?” he asks, eyes still on the paper.

“Oh, only all the time,” she scoffs, “ he’s really not a fan of space.” She buzzes with excitement— she can tell he’s onto something. When he finally speaks, Sunshine has to restrain herself from leaping up and hugging him right there in the store.

“Yeah, I think I got a few things he’d be interested in… Georgians ought to help each other out anyways.”

—

Three fake emergencies and six photos later, both men are exhausted.

Leonard hopes no one enters the rec room for the next hour. He fears the image of him and the captain sprawled on the couch looking through photos of various crew members may be hard to explain.

“Are we done now? Please tell me we’re done.” Kirk shifts, really he wiggles, to prop his feet on the chair beside him. Leonard fiddles with the camera as he replies.

“Just waiting for Uhura to be back from shopping, and that should be it.” Kirk sighs and sinks lower into the couch. Since starting this whole thing, Leonard's anxiety has grown steadily, like a snowball rolling down a hill. Aside from the task of wrangling crew members, and then inventing explanations for his actions, the real challenge is convincing himself that this is even a good idea in the first place. He thinks about that tube of lipstick, and if it was her brand, and wishes this whole thing could be simpler.

“Do you think Spock’s still mad?” Kirk asks, and Leonard barely hears it over his own thoughts.

“He’s forgiven you for a lot worse, I wouldn't get too wound up about it,” he replies absently, hands still fidgeting. “Y’know, Jim, I appreciate you running all over hell's half acre for me. God knows you didn't have to.”

“Bones, I have no idea what that means, but you’re welcome.” His friend smiles, and it quells some deep nervousness. “Totally gonna be worth it, anyway,” Kirk adds.

Leonard isn’t all that sure what he means, but still, he agrees.

“Yeah, I think it will.”

Leonard doesn't see the smirk on Kirk’s face, nor does he pick up on the mischievous cadence of his voice, or even the way they're on completely different pages. Kirk thinks perhaps that's for the best.

—

The gift sits on her desk for three days before she wraps it.

She carefully maneuvers her work around it, avoiding touching the object like it was some precious gem. On occasion, her eyes would drift to it while she sits in her quarters, and her cheeks would heat without reason. She makes an effort not to think about it too much or get too excited, and to definitely not touch it. She finds lately that a bit of effort is required to get her mind off of many things related to the CMO, and it takes even more effort not to think about why that was.

She wraps the gift on the day of the exchange—because it's the easiest way to avoid thinking about it.

—

Leonard gets the damn thing out of his sight as soon as possible.

The gift had been finished – pictures uploaded, running on a ten-second loop – hidden away in a gift bag, out of sight out of mind. He is protecting his peace—leaving it out in the open will only restart the cycle of doubt in his head. So, he pulls doubles, up until the holiday party, if only just to get his goddamn mind off of this stupid exchange he shouldn’t have ever done in the first place—

He works until Chapel won't let him in the medbay anymore, and when she doesn't, he slots his time with other tasks. Hell, he even wonders if he should’ve gone back for the lipstick, the day after they leave the port. He goes as far as to bother Nyota about it, who waves him off and tells him she's sure Sunshine will love her gift—her reassurance helps more than he anticipated.

He almost gets himself to forget the whole thing, lost in the medbay chaos, until he feels the scrap paper crushed in his pocket.

The gift stays hidden away until just a few minutes before he has to meet her, and his palms sweat when he picks it up.

—

Lieutenant Jameson calls out the day of the holiday party— Dakitoan Flu.

Without much choice, Sunshine takes his rounds. She doesn’t think she’s ever completed a task faster in her life. Complete is even a strong word—it's more like half-ass. She’s all too aware of how she’ll have to repeat most of the work again tomorrow, correcting her own mistakes. But she doesn't care. She’s been stressing out about this party for two entire weeks, she’d be damned if she misses it.

When she does finally rush to the rec room, the blue-wrapped gift in hand, there are few people left, and her heart sinks a bit.

There's a Christmas tree in the corner of the room, with only one present left beneath it, and a few red and green ribbons are strewn about. She spots Spock first, already wiping down tables and cleaning up the festivities. He catches her eye, and he must see how her posture is wound tight with nervousness—or her pink cheeks, or her frazzled hair, or the way she obviously ran here. Spock doesn’t quite smile, but his gaze softens in some way she doesn’t see often, and he nods toward a table in the far corner. She follows, and—

Oh! It’s Leonard!

Spock gets a double thumbs up for his help.

Leonard sits with Jim, both of them with glasses of some dark liquid in hand. She wishes she could have had a drink before this. She smoothes down her hair before she approaches.

Kirk notices her first and smiles — it reminds her how nice it is to have someone in her corner.

“Sunny! You made it!” He cheers. She grins back and lets it sink in, yeah I did make it, and the thing she’d been fussing over for weeks is finally coming to an end.

Leonard is much more reserved, he always is. He sees her, and his posture relaxes—he does that a lot. Almost like he’s holding his breath for some reason.

“Captain, Doctor,” she greets the two, still catching her breath. “I’m sorry I missed the party, you have no idea how insane my shift has been —I mean, no idea, but it's over now, and I’m so glad I caught you guys.”

“We had to convince Spock to leave the Christmas tree up until you got here, he’s been cleaning damn near since the party started,” Leonard tuts, and she laughs.

“Aw, I’m glad he did…” She looks at the pine tree, which is bare of ornaments and lights, and raises her eyebrows.

“Well, he sort of did,” Leonard amends. “It was a compromise.”

“A compromise that leaves me with putting the decorations back in storage, so I’d call it more of a trade,” Kirk complains.

“Master negotiator, huh?” she teases and has every intention of teasing him more, maybe even calling Christmas his new Kobayashi Maru, but she waits a beat too long.

“Anyways, Jim, don’t you think you should be getting to it?” Leonard says, as if the conversation didn’t just start.

Jim doesn't say anything at first, just stares at Leonard while Leonard stares at him. It’s all very… intense, she thinks. They exchange pointed looks like they’re engaged in a silent conversation– actually, she’s pretty positive they are. Awkwardness begins to prick at her skin.

“Is there something—”

“Wow, I didn't even notice the time, better get to it, just like you said,” he springs to his feet with alarming speed.

“Oh, do you have to go?” she asks with disappointment.

“I do, duty calls, or something.” He holds her by the shoulders looking at her with enough intensity to make her squint. “Have fun,” he says meaningfully, and smiles, and then, he's gone, leaving with a friendly pat on her back.

She hesitates a moment before taking Kirk's seat.

“Is he…okay?”

“That's a loaded question,” Leonard deadpans, and despite her confusion, she laughs.

“So I have something-”

“Anyways, there's this-”

Their sentences crash into each other, and they both freeze.

“You first,” she offers. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just purses his lips and avoids eye contact.

“Just—Don’t move, I’ll be right back,” he grits out and leaves her at the table. It's abrupt and leaves her wondering why this interaction is going like this. She wraps her arms around herself and waits.

Behind her, he picks up the last present left under the tree, which has been waiting there for her all day. Yellow bag with yellow paper stuffed inside. He places it on the table, and sits back down, hands wringing together. She wants to ask what's got him so worked up.

“I’m your secret… Christmas person or whatever the hell it is,” he grumbles and doesn’t meet her gaze. Not until he hears her stifle a giggle, which then bubbles into a laugh. She doesn’t mean to, but the whole thing just comes together too perfectly for her to contain herself.

“You’re my Secret Santa?” she asks, alight with excitement, and he nods at her slowly.

“Yeah, if that’s the name—” He’s cut off with another laugh, and she eagerly puts her gift in front of him—blue paper with a blue bow.

“Leonard, I’m your Secret Santa!” She beams, “We picked each other! What are the odds?”

He stares at her, then at the gift, and says quietly, bewildered, “What are the odds?”

She doesn’t catch what he means, but she’s too excited to harp on it.

“Well?” she prompts and inches the blue box towards him. “Are you gonna open it?”

Curiously enough, she’s not nearly as nervous anymore.

He blinks and shakes his head like he’s clearing his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah of course,” he says distractedly.

He opens the box carefully, it's like he’s doing an operation. When he looks down at the gift, the gift, he pauses and gets this expression that Sunshine doesn’t think she's ever seen on him.

“Len?”

“Sunshine, is this…?”

“It’s a postcard! From Georgia!” She grins, “A real one from Earth, It’s an antique.” She reaches over the table and taps on the glass of the frame in his hand. “See? There's a little stamp of authenticity. Isn’t that neat?”

Neat. It’s about the neatest thing Leonard’s ever seen.

She settles back in her seat. “I thought it might make you a little less homesick,” she adds, much quieter, as if the statement itself needed privacy.

Leonard stares at the postcard. It's got a picture of a peach orchard, on a perfect summer day, he can tell by the blossoms that line the trees. Greetings from Georgia! it reads. It looks like something he would have seen hanging in his Ma’s house. He thinks of the red door of his childhood home, and how the branches of his family's own peach tree framed it. The smell of his Ma’s cooking and the feeling of coming home— his chest fills with familiarity and longing. He stares for a while and doesn't say anything for even longer.

He doesn’t realize he’s been silent until Sunshine clears her throat. It feels like he forgot he was on the Enterprise for a moment.

“Sunshine this is…” Damn near perfect. “Nice. Thank you.” He says it and cringes. There's so many more feelings and thoughts under the surface. He wishes he could make a sentence out of them. But Sunshine, like she knows his inner thoughts, accepts the weak compliment like it's the best thing she's ever heard.

“Aw, Leonard!” She tucks her hair behind her ear and flushes – or maybe it's the lighting. “I'm so glad you like it. You have no idea the hell I put Nyota through to find it.”

He’s not sure what Nyota had to do with it, and he doesn't ask either. “I’ll thank her too then,” he says weakly, but he definitely won’t. With a deep breath to quell his nerves, he pushes her gift toward her.

“Your turn,” he says with bated breath.

Being so wrapped up in her own Christmas shopping, she almost forgot she gets a gift too. She tears through the tissue paper with the same unrestrained excitement she had picking her secret Santa just a few weeks ago.

“I still think it's so crazy we got each other, this makes the gift-giving thing like, ten times better,” she tells him. He nods curtly, and she can tell he’s wound tighter than a spring–or at least that’s how he would say it.

“Relax, Len, I’ll like whatever’s in the bag– heck, I’d like it even if you gave me a rock.”

She dives her hand into the bag, the tips of her fingers touching cool metal. At first, she has no idea what she’s looking at. A… little screen? A flat little screen with a cool blue border? She opens her mouth, a question on her tongue, when—

“The power buttons on the side,” Leonard says. He doesn’t give her a chance to move, leaning over the table and clicking the button for her.

The screen comes to life with a picture of Sulu and Chekov, both donning awkward thumbs up… and is that in Kirk’s room? She blinks, and it changes again, this time to Scotty and Keenser sitting among a mess of wires in engineering but smiling brightly nonetheless. Another second passes, and she's looking at Spock and Nyota, sitting beside each other in the rec room loveseat looking equally poised yet annoyed. Sunshine laughs before she can stop herself.

“Len is this—?” The picture flickers again, and the sight of it stops Sunshine's words in their tracks. It's Leonard and Jim, on that same rec room loveseat. Jim’s practically beaming—face lit up and an arm looped tightly around Leonard’s shoulders. Leonard, shit. He’s got that soft and reserved smile on his face—like the one he has when he talks about home or his friends, where his eyes are just filled with this warm something.

Sunshine’s face turns hot, and her chest becomes unbearably heavy with emotions.

“Leonard, this is so fucking sweet—” She cuts herself off with a wet laugh, and she realizes she’s got tears in her eyes.

Leonard, however, looks mortified, as he watches her face become red and tears fall down her cheeks.

“Shit—Damn it, I’m sorry—You weren't supposed to cry!” he stutters in a panic. Sunshine laughs again and hiccups over it with a sob.

“They’re happy tears, Len!” she insists, wiping her cheeks. “This… I think this is the nicest gift I've ever gotten.” She can’t bring herself to look away. The pictures are just the slightest bit grainy—like the camera her mom used to take pictures of her. The thought starts the waterworks all over again.

“It is?”

She sniffles, scrubbing her tears with her sleeve. As Sunshine traces the edges of the frame, and watches the photos loop again, she knows for certain this is the sweetest, most thoughtful gift she's ever gotten. She thinks about how curious it is that it's from someone she’s known only a year—a coworker, no less.

Then, she thinks, maybe, it's not all that curious at all.

“We should do this every year,” she tells him. She’s positive, actually, that, as much of a headache as this exchange has been, she would do it again in a heartbeat.

“Secret Santa?”

“Yeah, but not so…secret next time, and… just us, maybe.”

She doesn’t look at him when she says it, for both their sakes.

“Sure,” he says, and she can hear the tightness in his voice. “I’ll try not to make you cry next time.”

She laughs, “No, do it! It’s more fun that way. Maybe I’ll make you cry.”

“Uh-huh.”

He seems less nervous now, like his smile is coming a bit easier.

“We should get going before Spock sticks us with the rest of the cleaning,” he says, gathering the discarded paper from the table, “and I know you had a long day, Jameson told me you covered for him.”

She doesn’t want to leave, but she knows he’s right. She wonders if he feels the same pull to stay.

“Yeah, but it’s fine,” she tries to say casually. She leaves her chair as he does. “You know me, I don't mind.”

“Doesn’t make it a good thing, you pull about as many doubles as—”

“As you?” she interrupts cheekily, and he rolls his eyes with a smile.

“Yeah, as me.”

The paper goes in the trash, and they’re left with nothing to do but bid each other goodnight. It’s the last thing she wants to do.

“Thank you again, Len. The pictures—It’s perfect. I love it.” She tries not to cry again, mostly for his sake.

“No problem, and you too,” he tells her simply. His cheeks are still tinged pink, and seeing him hold the present she labored over in his hands, with all that warmth in his eyes, it's almost more than she can stand.

Fuck it. She thinks to herself, and before her nerves can stop her, she wraps her arms around Leonard's neck. It's an awkward angle, and she has to pull him down to her height a bit—and she’s still got the frame in her hand and everything. As far as hugs go, it's not great, but in other ways, it's perfect. Leonard doesn’t react for a moment, but finally, his arms encircle her waist, after a fair bit of hesitation.

It’s really nice, she thinks.

“No, really, thank you,” she says into his shoulder. The fabric of his uniform is soft, and she can smell his apple shampoo.

“You too, Sunshine,” he mutters. The sincerity in his voice feels nearly tangible. Leonard pats her back, maybe because he feels awkward or maybe because it's time for the hug to end; either way, she lets him go.

“Have a good night,” he says, and he can't quite meet her eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow,” she answers softly.

They share a long parting glance, as they head in opposite directions to their quarters.

Unbeknownst to the pair, their senior officers are perched just around the corner.

“...and he knew her shade, Spock. The exact shade of lipstick she wears. He was so… dedicated to the whole thing. I half-thought he might give her a candle or a necklace or something but this?”

Spock nods thoughtfully. “She treated the exchange with similar enthusiasm, from what Nyota has told me.”

“You’re a genius for setting this thing up,” Kirk shakes his head, “even if I did have to copy Sunshine’s signature on 20 different sticky notes.”

“Well, it was your influence that caused me to—”

Kirk waves him off.

“You don’t have to justify it, Spock. Hell, everyone can see how bad they’ve got it for each other. Can’t blame you for wanting to move it along.”

“Indeed they do, Captain.”

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 3 years ago

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Dilemma of Love

Leonard McCoy x Kirk!reader

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A sweet new engineer captures the affections of the Enterprise’s CMO but she’s holding onto a big secret, the Captain is her big brother and he doesn’t want her dating anyone.

Warnings: suggestive content, implied smut, mentions of an abusive relationship and miscarriage, protective!Kirk, age-gap, fluff, angst, established relationship, swearing, no use of Y/N

Minors DNI

WC: 1.5k

Leonard H. “Bones” McCoy MD, is one of the most well respected doctors in the galaxy and the current CMO of the USS Enterprise but right now, as his tongue is down the throat of a young and bubbly engineer in his office, he feels like a teenager again. She moaned as he bit down on her neck, leaving a nice clean imprint of his teeth on her throat. Her hands were tangled in his hair, keeping him as close as possible to her body.

“Oh Leo, keep doing that please.” That was what he lived for, the sound of her voice completely destroyed even before he worked his magic hands down her body and to her cunt.

“Anything you want darlin’.” He smirked, going back to work on her neck, her hips bucking onto his thigh, desperate for friction.

“Bones, I need you to- What the fuck is going on here?!!?” The sound of their captain’s voice broke the pair apart and they scrambled off each other. The girl attempted to straighten out her hair while Bones was desperate trying to cover his very obvious erection.

“Jim, how many times have I told you that you can’t come in here without knocking!”

“Really Bones, when I say that you need to get laid, I didn’t mean with my sister!” Jim threw his arms in the air, as if to prove a point.

“Your sister?” Bones looked down at the shorter girl who was now doing everything possible to avoid eye contact.

“Yes my little sister! You know the light of my life, my pride and joy!”

See Leonard was under the impression that the girl he was playing tonsil hockey with was just a random engineer who he was quickly falling in love with and not his best friend (and commanding officer’s) darling little sister who he never shuts up about. They had first met when he called down to engineering to get someone to fix a malfunctioning biobed, he expected Scotty to come up but instead was met with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She struck him speechless as she worked on the bed, making stupid puns and giggling every time he stuttered. Before she left, she had asked him on a date, smiling widely when he blushed and agreed to meet her that night.

He had never felt so happy with someone before, never thought he deserved someone so kind, someone who made him feel worth a damn. They worshiped each other, taking every available opportunity to rip their clothes off. Talking about everything under the sun in those moments after, their hearts still racing, sweaty chest to sweaty chest. She mentioned that she had an older brother that she really looked up to but never who he was. Bones made sure to note that when they were on shore leave next, to ask his permission to marry her. They had a wonderful two years together, just them against the galaxy. Now it seems that the Kirks are going to put him in an early grave.

Jim’s face was flushed with anger. “Well have you got an explanation for this!” Bones was about to open his mouth to give some kind of Sassy Remark ™️ back when a small voice piped up from behind him.

“I love him, Jamie.” Both men were shocked at her admission, Jim because his little sister had just admitted that she was in love with his best friend and McCoy because she had just called her brother Jamie.

“Jamie?” “Love?” They both said at the same time.

“Break up with her.” Jim said after a beat of silence.

“No.”

“Break it off or I’m removing you from the ship.”

“You can’t fire me.”

“Yes I can, I'm the captain.”

“I don’t give a shit.” They kept arguing back and forth, bringing the girl closer and closer to tears.

“I don’t think this is appropriate behaviour from either of you, can’t you see how upset you’re making the young woman.” Spock appeared out of nowhere, grabbing her shoulders and bringing her body towards him.

“Are you fucking my sister too?” The Captain snapped and that was the last straw for his sister.

“Why are you such an asshole! I found someone who loves me for me! Who doesn’t want me to change who I am! This isn’t like David!” She turned, tears streaming down her face and ran out of sickbay.

“Talk this out, I cannot see that either of you are fit for duty while emotionally unstable. On a side note, as both of your friends, you both love this girl very much and want what’s best for her, it is a fact that since she has commenced her relationship with Dr McCoy, both of their morals and work ethic has improved as well as work performance. If you were to separate them, I predict there would be a sharp decline in their work and mental state.” Spock turned and left the two of them, making sure the door shut behind him.

Jim slumped against the desk, rubbing his hand down his face.

“I really do love her Jim, this isn’t some random hookup, I fully intend on marrying that girl.”

“I know you’re a good guy Leonard, I just don’t like the thought of her seeing someone, especially someone in secret. When I first joined Star Fleet, she had been seeing this guy, David. I approved of him. He took care of her, he seemed like the perfect guy but he was beating her, really badly too. Mom called me a couple months after I left saying that she was beaten almost to death. She had gotten pregnant and he didn’t want the baby.” Bones’ face hardened, he knew that she had frequent nightmares, he often woke her up from them and comforted her but she never told him about what she experienced.

“The next time I saw her, she was so broken, it fucking destroyed me. This girl who was always smiling and happy was now withdrawn and silent. There wasn’t anything we could do to bring her back so I took her with me to the academy. Pike helped pay to put her through after he saw how brilliant of an engineer she was. Then when she graduated and was put on the Enterprise, she got her smile back. We kept our relationship a secret, she thought it was best, she didn’t want any special treatment for being the Captain’s little sister.”

“She’s a wonderful woman, I don’t know why she chose me but I want to spend the rest of my days worshiping her like she deserves. I would do anything for her, including staying on this god-forsaken ship.” Jim smiled softly, standing up.

“All I ask is that you take care of her. I’m sorry I reacted like that, I’m just so scared of losing her again.” He clapped Bones’ shoulder and began to walk out of the room but not before turning back and glancing at him briefly.

“You know, if you do marry her, I’ll be your brother-in-law and you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

“Goddamnit Jim.” Leo bellowed as the younger man sprinted from the room.

A knock interrupted the girl’s sobs. She wiped her nose and opened the door to her quarters.

“Jamie, I’m not breaking up with him.” Kirk chuckled.

“I know, I just wanted to tell you that I love you so much and that I’m glad you’re finally happy, even if it’s with an old grump like Bones.” She gave a watery chuckle, more tears brimming on her lashes before grabbing her brother and pulling him into a firm hug.

“I love you so much Jamie.” He cupped her jaw, giving her forehead a kiss.

“Just promise me that anytime you need me, come get me ok, I’ll drop everything for you gremlin.”

“I promise.”She kissed his cheek and sent him off, closing the door behind him. Another knock sounded as soon as she did so. She rolled her eyes and opened the door again.

“When did Spock learn that you were dating?”

“He caught us going at it in Engineering once.” She answered and swiftly shut the door again.

“What?!”

“Hey Darlin’.” Leonard stroked her cheek softly as she slept on the couch in his quarters. Her eyes fluttered open slightly.

“Hi Leo.” He leant down and kissed her cheek.

“How are ya feeling peach?” The pet name made her cheeks heat up, as it always did.

“Jamie said he was sorry and that he approves of you even if you’re ‘an old grump’.” She giggled, Leonard’s face going dark.

“He’s a menace,” He pulled her legs up, sat on the couch and let them drop across his thighs, “He told me what happened to you Darlin’. M sorry that happened. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but I’ll be here if you’re ready.” She sat up and kissed his lips gently.

“I love you Leo, so much. You’re my everything.”

“I love you more sweet girl, my guiding star.” He kissed her again and they settled in for a quiet night of holding tightly to each other. A small box sat at the back of Leo’s sock drawer, just waiting to be used and he knew that without a doubt, it would be soon.

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hailbop1701 · 3 years ago

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So Bones...?

Leonard McCoy X Female Reader

Here's a little supernatural Au for you all. I wrote it and promptly forgot about it until I started cleaning up my folders. Hope ya'll like it!

No beta so...

-H❤🖖

Your breaths came out hard as you ran. The forest floor is bouncy but harsh beneath your bare cut up feet. A sob broke out from your lips as you stumbled and fell to your knees bruising and slicing them open.

Scrambling to your feet once more you glanced over your shoulder as you took off again.

The shadow of a man in the distance getting closer spurred you on. Gasping for air now you pushed yourself just a bit further.

You were so focused on getting away from your capture that you didn't see the glowing green eyes watching you. Following you.

The woodsy terrain slowly turned harsher, more jagged, and filled with sharp stones. Yelping you skidded to a stop. Arms windmilling to keep your balance you stop just before a cliff's edge.

You stared at the murky rapidly moving river below with horrified eyes. The sound of thundering footsteps made you slowly turn around.

The man who had taken you stepped out of the dark, a wicked grin on his face. Panting slightly he licked his lips.

"Nowhere to go girly," he hissed voice harsh and full of dark promises. You stepped back to get away from him only to stop short as your feet skimmed the edge of the cliff. Gulping you clench your hands into fists, your face full of rage. Your sudden bravery made your capture chuckle.

"Feisty thing aren't yeh? Come on kid, step away from the cliff," he whispered putting honey in his voice he held out a hand.

"Fuck you," you growled hands shaking with adrenaline. The man's grin widened,

"Now that's a promise," he threatened with a glint in his muddy eyes. You shuddered feeling sick all of a sudden. Your feet brushed the edge again sending pebbles and debris tumbling into the water below.

The man stepped forward ready to grab your arm but a low growl made you both freeze. Stepping out of the treeline was a wolf, his brown fur glowed in the light of the moon. His eyes a piercing green that glinted angrily.

The wolf growled but not at you. He was only looking at the man in front of you with hackles raised. The man chuckled, raising a placating hand toward the wolf.

"Easy big fella, I'm just here for the little lady and I'll be on my way." He said keeping his voice calm and controlled. The wolf bared his teeth, not impressed by the creep talking to him.

You could have sworn that you saw the wolf roll his eyes! The creature stepped forward making the man step away from you. They moved in synch until the wolf was between you and the man who took you days previous.

You stared at the giant canine in disbelief. The man snorted and pulled out a gun from the waist of his pants. The wolf faltered only slightly before growling almost angrily.

Before the man could bark out an entire laugh the wolf lundged. A shot rang out and the animal yelped in pain but kept going. The wolf latched onto the evil man's neck cutting off his cries with a quick snap.

The whole thing caught you by surprise. It was enough for you to forget where you were. It was like time slowed to a crawl, the wolf swiveled his eyes widening. He yelped jumping over the dead man at his feet.

The cliff's edge grew more distant when you heard a rip and a grunt of pain. Crying out you felt a hand wrap around your wrist.

"Hold on, I got you!" A panicked voice called out from above you. Gasping you sharply looked up. Vivid green eyes stared back at you, messy brown hair sticking up in all directions. Blood lined his mouth, his white teeth glinting.

He reached down with his other hand so you could take it. He pulled you up easily, helping you back over the cliff and onto solid ground.

He was tanned and completely naked. Squeaking you covered your eyes a blush creeping from the bottom of your neck to the top of your ears.

At your reaction, the wolf-turned-man cursed colorfully. "I'm sorry darlin'" he apologized and you laughed nervously.

"I think I'm going insane," you muttered keeping one hand over your eyes. The guy chuckled, "You're not, I promise," he sighed sitting behind you so his back was yours. Now that you were facing away from each other you lowered your hand.

"You're (Y/N) (Y/L/N) aren't you? " he asked quietly his voice soft with a thick drawl. You grimaced but nodded,

"Yeah, that's me,"

"Well, I gotta say it's great to finally see yeah darlin' we've been looking for quite some time now," he breathed out a sigh of relief. You furrowed your brows,

"Who are you?" You asked tilting your head slightly so his profile was in your periphery. The man ran a hand through his hair anxiously.

"My name's Leonard. Leonard McCoy and I work with the police department on...special cases," he admitted with a slight smile. You smiled back the tension in your back easing away. You had no reason to trust him but you did. There was something about him that made you feel safe.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Leonard McCoy,"

Leonard laughed, "it's nice to meet you too (Y/N), even if it's not under the best circumstances." He said dryly. You wrinkled your nose and nodded,

"Yeah it would have been better if it was a coffee shop or something," you chortled amused. You felt Leonard shake in laughter behind you,

"You're taking all of this incredibly well," he praised sounding surprised. You let that sink in with everything else that has happened. Giving a little shrug you sighed, "I'm...used to crazy. Though you're my first shifter," you admitted. Leonard stiffened for a second,

"You're part of-"

"The community? Yeah," you sighed and yelped when he turned around quickly to look at you. Keeping your eyes locked Leonard furrowed his brows taking a deep breath. He was smelling you.

"Witch?" He asked perplexed, you smirked and shook your head. "Not so much no, I was born with my abilities," you hummed and thought of a better way to explain it.

"I guess you could call me a seer, someone who can see and talk to the dead," you offered with a wince waiting for him to cringe or get away from you. He didn't. He just hummed turning back to his original position but pressing his back to yours. You didn't realize until now, that you were freezing.

"How are your feet?" Leonard asked quietly, sounding guilty. Looking down at the bloody mess you wince, "Hurts but it's not too bad," your reassurance didn't help him any.

"Bones!" A new voice called through the trees. Two people burst through the treeline flashlights shining in their direction.

"Jim, Spock! It's about Goddamn time!" Leonard ground out in a scolding manner. A young blonde man let out a breathy laugh,

"You found her!"

You could practically hear Leonard roll his eyes, "No kidding, just in time too. Now can I please have my pants now?"

The blonde man laughed again pulling a backpack off his shoulders. "I got ya bud hold on," he mumbled, pulling open the bag. Digging for a moment he twisted and pulled a pair of boxers and jeans out and tossed them over your head. Leonard grunted in thanks and began to get dressed.

The blonde man smiled and knelt in front of you, he held out a hand "Hi detective James T. Kirk, I'm glad we finally found you," he flirted. A warning growl reverberated from behind you. The detective looked shocked for a moment before a huge grin broke across his face.

Leonard walked around so he was standing by kirks' side. "Let me take a look at her injuries and then you can get going," he murmured, bending down taking one of your feet gently in his hand.

"I will stay here to watch over the body until the coroner arrives," the other detective - Spock if you were to guess- said, his voice carrying little emotion. Leonard winced at the mention of the dead man.

When he was done he pulled a sweatshirt from Kirks’s bag and helped you into it. Spock approached with his hands neatly folded behind his back, "Doctor I suggest you vacate the area immediately," he said gravely. Leonard cursed and quickly stood looking into the forest like he could hear more people coming.

He looked down at you again with a sad smile which you returned. Nodding your head in understanding you vowed to keep his secret. He left for the tree line with Spock in tow; with one last look at you, he was gone.

You grinned happily when a howl penetrated the air.

Bonus +

A few days later at the station, you sat talking with detective Kirk giving your last statement. Before leaving you smirked and reached into your bag, pulling out a business card you hand it to him. "For Doctor McCoy, my personal and business number if he ever needs to talk," you said with a wink. Kirk let out a laugh and nodded taking the card.

"I'll get it to him right away,"

Once you left Kirk danced, "Way to go Bones!" He practically cheered. Grabbing his phone off the desk he dialed his best friend's number.

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