#not the last time i’ve had to say this about mccoy

[doctor-mccoys-sanity]

Watching Star Trek TOS spending all my time staring at Bones when he’s onscreen and I can’t tell if it was an acting choice for McCoy to check out every attractive woman in front of him or if it was just Deforest Kelley🥲

Also I love lesbian uhura, whenever there’s other women she just spends her time admiring them and i love it.

[exoticb-utters]

Hello!

So I saw that your requests were open, and would like to ask for a Hank McCoy (Wolverine and the X-Men) x Reader short story, if that isn't too much trouble. If that's not on the table, I'm sorry for bothering you.

YES OFC, I haven’t been writing much, and instead, I’ve been posting a lot more art so it’s about time I get back in touch with my roots 🙏🏽 (sorry this took me forever omg) pls enjoy 😘

Confessions

Hank x Mutant Reader Word Count: 2.7k Words

Mutant Power: Water Manipulation

You’ve been a member of the X-men for the last 3 years. Yes, that’s almost 3 years you’ve had a crush on Henry McCoy. 

I mean, how could you not? He was so sweet, and always put aside time for you whenever you needed it. He’s also, like, insanely hot…

While you do have a huge soft spot for Hank, everyone had given you a warm welcome when you joined of course, this team was your family. More of a family than your parents; who called you a freak for doing ‘tricks’ with their drinks.

You’d make frequent trips to the lab, knowing all too well there would be a big blue hermit waiting for you. As you did this, Hank could never bring himself to admit the embarrassing fact- but your frequent visits were the highlights of his day.

The rest of the team were amazing family to him of course, but no one checked in or visited Hank as often as you did.

Most of the time anyone usually ever came down was if they needed something; nothing this personal. It was new, but it was nice for a change. 

Your jokes with him never got old, and your smile that came with it could only make it better. The willingness you had to sit around and let him rant about the latest experiment that had him losing sleep, to even offer a hand with whatever he was struggling with. Your innocent praises glorifying how smart he was had him hiding his growing blush by looking behind a microscope. 

“I’m afraid blue blushes too, my dear…” He would joke, causing you to smile and chuckle. Ugh who loves a hot, funny nerd. You’d chuckle to yourself. 

Oh who was he kidding, Hank was head over heels. While he tries to use his brain to rationally sugar coat things, he knew he was helpless. 

Your attention to detail was incredible, you somehow remember all of his favorite things without fail. You were just so…thoughtful. 

He couldn’t help but feel a bit selfish, wanting more than your visits down to his lab, the long talks, your presence. He was going crazy.

Then, every night you’d find yourself laying awake in your thoughts, knowing he couldn’t possibly feel the same.

You’d never put your friendship on the line for something so…selfish. 

The thought ate away at your conscious, the numbing sound of your fan tuned out by your busy mind. You sigh, rolling over to your side while pulling your blanket with you. 

You don’t know why you were like this.

You and Hank are…friends. Which is fine- even though it hurts. You are fine with it, and you’ve been fine for the past 3 years.

…for the most part anyway. 

♡ ♡ ♡

You were now hanging out with Hank in his lab, legs dangling over the edge as you talked to each other. Something about a new opera showing happening in town.

Suddenly, you hear Xavier telepathically call for the rest of the X-Men to meet him in the control room, suited up. Must be a mission.

You were informed the Jaggernaut had escaped custody, again.

All X-Men that were on stand-by were now assigned on this task. The team consisted of you, Hank, Cyclops, Jean, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, and of course Storm. Stacked team if you say so yourself.

Everyone was in the Blackbird with the sole goal of neutralizing the Jaggernaut before he caused severe harm. 

Cyclops was put in charge, giving direct orders as he looked to you and Ororo. “I need you and Storm to direct him towards us, we need to keep him separated from civilians. Meaning I need a tall wall of water, Storm you freeze it making sure he won’t be able to get through.” 

You both looked to one another with nod. Scott then turns around to Hank who was piloting the jet. “Hank you go with them and watch from above and make sure things don’t get to out of hand. If they do we need your strength to counter-attack.” 

Hank replies with a “on it” before tilting the jet to left, bringing the stealth instrument closer to the designated location. 

“Logan you’re taking the wheel while those three get dropped down. Everyone else is with me.” Scott said finally while Hank clicked some buttons before switching with Logan. The bottom hatch of the plane opened up, allowing you, Storm, and Beast to exit. 

Storm flew to her position in the air, leaving you and Hank free falling towards the ground. Hank turned to look at you expectantly, blue hair blowing wildly in the wind. 

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” You chuckle. You outstretched your arms towards a nearby pond you spotted earlier. Pulling your hands back to your chest in a stream-like manner, a large funnel of water shot out towards you and Hank. 

You grabbed Hank’s arm as the funnel reached you, changing the water into a shape similar to a slide with your free hand. You surfed down the water, holding onto Hank making sure he kept up- and knowing him, it was also preventing him from falling off.

As you neared the ground, you spun the water into a wide spiral to slow down your momentum for an easy landing. 

“I’m still impressed you can do that with your hands.” Hank comments as you reach the ground, earning an amused huff from you. “Well it took some practice,” You trail off, your eyes now looking at his crazy wind blown hair. 

“Actually, I’m more impressed your hair can take that shape…” You snort, biting on ur fist to hold in your laugh. It looked like he had an insane cowlick…well, maybe if the cow had 4 tongues.

“…what?” He said before quickly bringing up a hand to his hair. While he was busy fixing his crazed hair, you spot Storm flying over.

“I’ve located the Juggernaut, he’s down the street!” She briefly informs you before taking off, flying further down the street. 

“Right right, back to business.” You say, waving an arm around yourself to recollect your water. Hank takes off, leaping after Ororo as you ride your stream of water. 

You hear loud commotion around your surroundings the further you went, hopefully you arrived in time. You spot the Juggernaut on the street, wildly flipping cars as if he were in a mad rampage. One was now launched and flying in midair- towards you, specifically.  

You expertly weave around it, spinning upside down in doing so. Before he can flip anymore cars you jump, using all surrounding water to form a wall as Scott instructed. 

You hear a crack of thunder overhead as you land, the air chilling and the clouds growing darker. With a strong gust of wind, the walls you made froze over. You see Storm fly into view along with the rest of the X-Men behind you.

Beast jumps onto a light post, swinging on the end before propelling himself onto the large wall of ice.

The Juggernaut’s actions were now solely limited to facing the X-Men head on. Realizing this, he began charging with full force towards the rest of the team.

“Get his helmet off!!” Cyclops orders before bringing two fingers to his visor, firing off his laser beams.

Night Crawler bamfs around the brute, landing on his shoulders for brief moments, attempting to unlatch the dome.

You shape your water into a whip, ready to attack if the villain closes in. You see Storm raise her hands, calling down thunder as lightning begins to target the Jaggernaut.

You even see Jean pressing her temple with two fingers, using her telepathy with the other outstretched hand to slow down the pursuer.

He wavered just barely under her prowess, the strong bolts only slowing him down slightly before Wolverine decides it’s time he steps in.

With a growl, Logan leaps towards him with his adimantium claws extended before being swatted away by the Juggernaut’s large hand.

Not a moment later he grabs onto Nightcrawler and tosses him aside as well, throwing him on top of Wolverine.

The X-Men were losing options, and fast.

You had to do something.

You swing your water whip from underneath the Juggernaught before quickly whipping it back against his head, effectively tripping him and causing him to topple toward.

Before he could regain his footing completely, you call back all your water to blast him with as much force as you could muster.

And…It was working! He was regressing in distance.

…Until he took a step.

And then another.

And another.

It wasn't long before he began fully charging toward you.

Your concentrated expression quickly fell to one filled with fear and disbelief. “Watch out!” You heard Jean, Scott, and Cyclops warn in unison.

Their cries were all in vain, a large hand splashing out of the water had taken hold of your face. You felt your feet lift off the ground as you were directly dangling in the air, at the mercy of an unstoppable force. In this position, the Jaggernaught could easily crush your skull if he so pleased.

“I will find Xavier. And I will make him pay.” The brute speaks as his grip on your head steadily tightens, your chest burning as you screamed in sheer horror at the increasing pressure.

From above, Hank was almost hesitant to give away his position as the others before you attacked- he knew they could hold their own. But watching you face the Juggernaught head-on…Seeing how your life was in such jeopardy, hearing your screams, Hank had no second thoughts about intervening and saving you.

With a distant roar, you hear Beast come down on the Juggernaut. He releases you, but at the cost of you falling; and of course- hitting your head on the pavement.

Your head began pounding, ears ringing as the corners of your vision grew fuzzy with dark spots. All you could see was a flurry of blue viciously wrestling with a large brownish blob. More figures rushed into the picture before a redhead precluded your vision, concern written all over her face.

“Stay with me! Don’t close your eyes and just listen to my voice…“ Her words began to fade out as the black dots in your vision clouded the world around you.

Your head rolled to the side, your closing eyes finding the blue figure before your heavy eyelids inevitably shut.

Hank.

♡ ♡ ♡

You slowly awoke to a steady beeping of a monitor nearby, your eyes softly fluttering open. Looking up to the ceiling, you recognized it as the flat cement ceiling of Hank’s Lab.

Before you could get up, you felt the intense throbbing pain coming from the back of your head. Had you really hit your head that hard?

Well if it had knocked you clean out it must’ve been…

“You’re awake!” You hear a familiar voice call out to your right. It wasn’t long before a blue face came into view, blocking the blinding lights of the overhead fluorescent lights.

“How are you feeling?!?” Your vision slowly focused in on the figure in front of you. “Good…I think.” You slowly sit up, rubbing the back of your head tenderly.

You notice you had an IV inserted into your right forearm. Without another thought you removed it, ready to go…to wherever you were needed.

“Woah, there- you should slow down it’s been…a bit and you're still recovering.” Hank warns, grabbing your wrist to keep you from moving any further.

You looked to his face…he was worried??? “Hank, I’m fine! See?” You said reassuringly; though, Hank himself didn’t find himself too convinced.

“Hey, what are you so worried about?” You ask, brows drawn together hoping to get a straight answer out of him.

He was worried about you, obviously. You suffered several traumatic head injuries within a short span of time! If you had not been a human…he didn’t even want to think of the possible outcomes of that situation.

Hank sighed heavily, organizing his racing thoughts. “I thought I’d lost you.” He managed to drag out.

Huh?

Scared??

That he lost...YOU?!?

“Hank, I think I’ve suffered greater injuries. You should know this.” You say with a small laugh before quickly stopping, his solemn expression instantly killing your attempt to lighten the mood.

His large hands grab your wrists firmly. “You have been out for a month.” His words shook you, so much you found yourself shaking your head in disbelief. You hadn’t been out for longer than a day, right?

Hank must’ve sensed your reluctancy to believe your current situation because he started again. “You suffered several fractures to your skull, luckily, nothing broken or opposing threats to your brain. Unfortunately the stress your skull took on added with the hard contact of the ground basically split your head open.” He explained, running a hand down his tired face.

You hadn’t realized this had happened. “But I’m…I’m okay now, aren’t I?” You ask hesitantly, raising a hand up carefully to the back of your head. You felt stitches, running up your skull. Your stomach dropped.

“I performed an emergency medical procedure…which I won’t go into details with you so soon…” He sighed heavily once again, plopping down in his wheeled office chair.

“I hadn’t realized…” You quietly trailed off while fidgeting with your fingers out of nervous habit.

Hadn’t realized what? How bad the situation was? How worried the other X-Men must be? How much Hank went through to make sure you were well?!?

“Please, it isn’t your fault. If anything, this situation has made me realize something…” Now it was Hank’s turn to dramatically pause, his head in his large, blue hands.

“What? What is it?” You ask nervously, fearing your health was in critical condition at this point.

He grabbed you by the shoulders once again, looking into your eyes deeply, “Because…because I fear I’m falling in love with you.”

You stared in utter shock. Had you heard him correctly? He feels the same way?!?

“I-I want to come home to you, to kiss you like it’s been eons since I last saw your face. I need you safe, I don’t know how I’ll live with myself if you aren’t-“ You didn’t need to hear anymore. 

You grabbed him by his lab coat, pulling him into you as your lips pressed together in a flurry of passion.

He held onto you, hungrily chasing after your lips as he poured all the love he’d helplessly held in for so long.

Your hands slowly slid up his broad chest and towards his neck, finding themselves tangled in his soft hair. “Hank” You sighed against his lips, the kiss ripping all oxygen from your lungs and leaving you breathless in the process.

He groans into your mouth in response, his tongue running against your bottom lip to beg for access.

Your heated ‘session’ was abruptly cut short by the lab door sliding open. Hank shot up, nearly taking a tumble trying to remove himself from you- to avoid any suspicion of previous actions of course.

Though, the scene didn’t look too convincing; seeing how Hank’s glasses laid crooked on his face and his hair was well tussled. You had to cover your giggle at his appearance.

It was Morph, Cyclops, and Logan. They all start laughing, causing the rest of the X-men to come in, groaning in defeat.

“Woah, woah- we’re all of you just standing outside the door?!?” Hank exclaimed.

“Pay up, daddy’s waiting.” Logan holds out a hand expectantly towards the other X-Men, a smirk displayed across his face while completely ignoring Hank.

“I knew I should’ve bet with Logan.” Rogue mumbles, fishing out money from her pockets along with the rest of the team.

Oh yes. This was only the beginning of a long, beautiful (and heavily teased) relationship with Hank.

I hope you enjoyed this cute little one-shot! ;)

If you want more like this or want something written, please hit up my ask box! Requests are always open 💕 Until next time🫡🫡

-Mae

[denimbex1986]

'...Mr. Arnold is tempted into the ball by a Doctor Who Annual and is playing the theme in the music shop scene – are you a fan of Doctor Who in real life? And what was it like making those jokes and references in front of the Tenth Doctor David Tennant?

“I’ve always dipped in and out of Doctor Who over the years since Sylvestor McCoy, who was doing it when I first became aware of it when I was growing up. Even if you’re not a fan it’s one of those shows you can’t really get away from, so doing that particular scene in front of David was really fun, and of course Douglas had directed Doctor Who as well. Apart from the amusing situation of two supposed Doctor Who fans talking about Doctor Who without realising they’re in the company of a Doctor Who, I also seem to remember Michael being the one to suggest that he would deliver his “due to problems at the BBC” line directly to David.

Oh, and I think it was actually my idea to grab the annual off the harpsichord before joining the queue behind Crowley at the end of the ballroom scene (which we’d shot weeks earlier at this point). When we were blocking it out and rehearsing I knew I had to leave my position and get to the front for my “surrender the angle” line, and then later it just felt like I wouldn’t leave without the annual so I ran back through everyone to grab it. Nobody seemed to have a problem with me doing that so I just carried on doing it when we shot it! I do remember it being a fun set with Douglas and the team being very open to suggestions.”

How did you balance filming both Good Omens and BBC Ghosts at the same time?

“Luckily both shows were a joy to work on, and everyone seems to know about both of them. We were shooting them in early 2022 and I also had a little part in an ITV drama called ‘Stonehouse’, starring Matthew Macfadyen. I usually never know when I’m working next so to have three great TV jobs at once was very unusual. There was all this date juggling and I actually almost had to turn down Ghosts due to clashes. Luckily both shows had to move some dates so it worked out. But yes, I spent two weeks up in Scotland shooting all that Good Omens ballroom stuff, then I came back down to London to do Ghosts, knowing I’d be back up to shoot my scenes in the music shop in a couple of weeks. Now, when I found out who was playing my wife in Ghosts I couldn’t believe it: Caroline Sheen – Michael Sheen’s cousin! She was amazing and that was another great set in general. I say “set”, but it’s all filmed in that house which surprised me. I’d worked with Kiell [Smith-Bynoe] and Jim [Howick] before, and Charlotte [Ritchie] was in the Good Omens radio play a few years ago and a big fan of the book. Charlotte’s very musical of course and we got talking about my folding keyboard I had for practising my Good Omens stuff, and she ended up setting it up in the house for us to have a play on!

Now, when we’d shot all our internal scenes there was this big storm forecast, and our external scenes were scheduled for the day of the storm, so that had to be moved into the next week. It meant I ended up shooting those scenes outside the house, then going straight back up to Scotland to shoot the Good Omens music shop scene the next day! When I mentioned to Michael I’d just worked with Caroline he said “ooh she’s in Ghosts is she!” and revealed that she’d texted him about me which was rather surreal. Then later after the Ghosts wrap party Kiell gave me a part in his Channel 4 Blap, so at the time I felt like I was killing it career wise, but the industry quietened a bit after that and my workload eased off over the year so I was in my overdraft by November.”

What are your plans for the future – can we expect to see you in something else soon?

“This year, after a bit of a quiet start, I was very fortunate to work on a Disney+ show called Rivals which stars… David Tennant! I think I’m allowed to say my character is called Brian, and I shot five episodes so that was another really amazing job, and great to work with David again (I told him he must be my good luck charm, although I hope he’s not sick of me). That should be out at some point in late 2024. Other than that I’ve filmed a few other bits I presume will be out next year, one of which is called Truelove on Channel 4 which actually looks really good. That starts early January. Of course now Season 3 of Good Omens has been greenlit, I would love Neil and the gang to have me back on that… but I can only keep my fingers crossed!”

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 331

McCoy

McCoy had lost his husband.

He smiled as he looked at the empty row next to him. Scotty had been at his side as they stepped into the row marked historical fiction and when McCoy turned around a moment later his husband was gone.

He walked to the far end of the row and looked both ways. He grinned again; he should have known. Scotty had found a section of engineering books.

“Hey! McCoy called to him with a laugh as he walked over. “I thought we were looking for fun things to read, not more studying.”

“Oh, aye, but this is fun reading!” Scotty exclaimed as he continued to flip through the book in his hand.

McCoy shook his head affectionately.

“Well I’m going back where we were, maybe find something new. You have any preferences?”

Scotty distractedly shook his head no and McCoy walked away, trying not to roll his eyes. As he walked, looking down the rows as he did, he caught sight of Francine in another corner of the store. A thought occurred to the prince and he headed towards his mother in law.

“Ye got enough?” Scotty teased as he tried to look in the bag McCoy was carrying.

“You’re one to talk,” McCoy pretended to scoff as he pointedly looked at Scotty’s own books in his arm.

“Oh lads,” Francine chuckled behind them.

“He’s got a whole library at home, what else could ye need?” Scotty continued to tease as they got to the car.

“First, except the ones in my room, those belong to the palace,” McCoy explained. “And second, some of us like to spend our down time not continuing to read textbooks.”

“These are interesting!” Scotty protested.

“And when I can’t sleep you can read them to me,” McCoy grinned as he got in the car.

“What did ye get love?” Scotty asked when they were back home later and alone in his room.

McCoy shrugged. “This and that.” He gestured for Scotty to look in the bag he had set on the couch.

“Fairy tales?” Scotty asked as he pulled out the book on top.

“Scottish ones,” McCoy said, feeling his face warm. “I want to know more about here.” He opened his arms wide to indicate Scotland. “And I’ve read you some of Georgiares’ before.”

“True,” Scotty nodded, taking out another book and turning it over to read the back. He was quiet looking at the other books McCoy had bought until he got to the last one in the bag.

“Is this…?” Scotty held up the last book.

McCoy’s face warmed even more. “Francine helped me pick it out.”

“A cookbook?”

“I want to learn and she thought that would be a good one for me to start with. Obviously she can’t always be there to help me.” McCoy shifted on the bed where he was sitting.

“Oh love,” Scotty said. He set the books back down and crossed over to McCoy. “I’ll help ye too.”

“I know,” McCoy smiled.

“How about we get comfy and I’ll read ye one of those Scottish fairy tales?”

“That sounds perfect.” McCoy reached up and pulled Scotty close for a kiss before letting him go back to the books.

Part 332

Scotty

"Wow, Scottish fairy tales are really something else," said Leonard as Scotty put the book of fairy tales to one side. The Scotsman laughed before he shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey, what can I say? Every culture has its own peculiarities."

"That's true." A conspiratorial smile crossed Leonard's lips and he pulled Scotty down to kiss him. "Suppose we can be glad our fairy tale had a happy ending, huh?"

"Oh, aye, it did. I found my Prince Charming and understood that there's more to life than technology. And ye managed to escape the chains of yer duty."

Scotty slid around a bit in bed so that he could rest his head on Leonard's chest and he closed his eyes with a satisfied smile as he felt his husband's hand stroking his hair.

They really had managed to overcome all the hurdles and become happy together. And no matter what other difficulties awaited them, they would get through them together.

A knock on the door woke Scotty from his sleep. The previous night after the long flight had been somewhat restless and both Scotty and Leonard had fallen asleep quickly when tiredness suddenly overtook them after reading.

The Scotsman looked around in confusion. Right... they were at his home and no longer at the academy.

"Monty, Leonard? Is everything all right with ye?" Francine's voice came from the hallway and another knock followed.

"Aye, a mhàthair. Everything's fine." Even as Scotty gave his drowsy reply, he got up and went to the door to open it.

When Francine caught sight of her son, she smiled gently.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake ye. Its just that I called for ye a few times. Lunch is ready."

Scotty nodded understandingly and looked over his shoulder as he heard the bedspread rustle in the background. Leonard had sat up and was rubbing his eyes.

"Did I hear something about lunch?"

Scotty chuckled and only shook his head.

"As soon as we get here, ye think of nothing but food, mo ghràdh."

Leonard shrugged his shoulders as he got out of bed.

"This is about Francine's food. You just can't get it out of your head!"

"Oh Leonard, stop flattering me, will ye!" Francine's cheeks turned red and she waved a hand dismissively, chuckling softly.

"But it's true! Your food is amazing!" Leonard replied.

"Well then... let's grab a bite, shall we?" Scotty suggested and it didn't take too long until everyone was sitting at the dining table, chatting away happily.

In the afternoon, Alasdair asked the boys if they wanted to join him on a walk. Scotty knew he how much his grandfather enjoyed being outside, but since there was nothing more he could do in the garden, he took strolls instead.

Leonard and Scotty happily agreed, but once they were outside, it appeared that the prince already regretted his decision. Scotty could see that he was feeling cold, trembling slightly.

"Just tell me if it's too cool and we'll head back," the Scotsman whispered to his husband who only shook his head.

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine. I got you to keep me warm after all."

[getaway-gatsby]

Highly Illogical - 1/1

It is no easy task getting Dr Leonard McCoy to admit he needs a day off. Luckily, Y/N has a few tricks up her sleeve.

Originally posted on AO3 as getaway_gatsby. Trektober2022 gen prompt 26

"Y/N, I'm begging you, can you come and collect your fiancé? He's contaminating my med bay."

The exasperated voice of Nurse Chapel sounded from your communicator. You suppressed a sigh, although the call was hardly a surprise - you'd known that Bones was coming down with something since that morning. Aside from the persistent coughing, he had been unusually irritable at breakfast, a clear sign that he was under the weather. Leonard McCoy may have been notorious amongst the crew for his irascibility, but he was only tetchy with you when he felt utterly miserable.

With a groan, you flipped open your communicator.

“I did suggest he take the day off, but I got told to mind my own business.”

"Sounds about right. I've been trying to talk some sense into him for hours now. It's not going well. He's pricklier than an Andorian porcupine."

This piqued your interest. "When have you ever seen an Andorian porcupine?"

"I may have embellished slightly", Christine said dismissively. "The point is, you've got to help me before I have an epidemic on my hands. My job's so much easier when the Chief Medical Officer's not doubling as patient zero."

“Understood, Chris. I’m on my way.”

***

The doors of the med bay parted with a hydraulic hiss, revealing the harried face of Nurse Chapel. From the CMO’s office, the sound of raised voices drifted into the otherwise peaceful infirmary. Recognising the even tones of the First Officer, you raised a quizzical eyebrow at Christine.

“Why is Spock here?”

“He wanted the doctor to sign some reports, I think. Now he’s trying to logic him into going home.”

You heard Leonard’s unnaturally husky voice responding to Spock, his speech punctuated by ragged coughs. The sound was enough to make you wince in sympathy.

“He wasn’t that bad this morning. That cough sounds awful.”

Christine rolled her eyes heavenward. “I’ve been telling him that for the last five hours, but what do I know? I’m only the ship’s head nurse.”

Leaving Chapel to her patients, you wandered over to Bones’ office, where Spock stood in front of the CMO’s desk, his back to you. Leonard sat hunched over said desk, head in his hands. Both officers were too engrossed in their argument to notice your presence, and you let them quarrel whilst you considered your next steps. 

"You're making a fuss about nothing," Bones was saying, in little more than a hoarse whisper. "I'm hardly ready to kick the bucket yet.”

"I fail to see what relevance such a receptacle has to your condition." Spock sounded completely bewildered, and you bit back a laugh.

Muttering something very unprofessional under his breath, Leonard cleared his throat. "It's called a metaphor, you pointy-eared hobgoblin." It was some small comfort that the CMO still felt well enough to insult Spock.

"I am familiar with a metaphor, Doctor. A most illogical device."

"Spock, if you call me illogical one more time..."

"Very well." Spock smoothly interrupted the CMO's threat. "But you must admit you are being irrational, at the very least. Your productiveness is down 52.3%, and by refusing to leave, you risk infecting others. That is not the behaviour of a logical man."

Fortunately for Spock, Bones' retort was lost as he doubled over in a fit of hacking coughs. He clearly needed rest, but Spock's approach was getting nowhere. However, all this talk of rationality had given you an idea. If Spock’s logic was failing to make an impact, maybe you should try being illogical.

Stepping forward, you tapped the Vulcan on the shoulder, indicating that you would take over. Although Spock rarely showed his emotions, something akin to relief crossed his features as he exited the room. You moved closer to your fiancé, and, sensing a presence, Leonard groaned.

"Spock, if you don't leave me alone, I swear, I will find my dermal regenerator, and I will shove it so far up your- "

"Now, is that any way to address your loving girlfriend?", you reprimanded teasingly, and, at the sound of your voice, the CMO finally lifted his head from the desk. He looked absolutely wretched. His usually limpid eyes were red-rimmed, perfectly complementing the spots of high colour on each cheek. In contrast, the rest of his face was ashen.

You dropped your hand onto his shoulder, concerned by the tremors that wracked his frame. "Chapel says you aren't feeling too well."

A look of intense irritation flashed across his face. "People keep telling me that. I feel fine."

Now for the illogicality. "I believe you."

Bones peered up at you, his irritation replaced by deep suspicion. "You do? Why're you here then?"

"Do I need a reason to visit my fiancé?" You perched on the edge of the desk so that your face was level with his. "You know, I'm glad you feel alright. If you were ill, then I couldn't do this." And you slowly began to close the gap between his lips and yours. You knew there was no way he'd risk kissing you in his current state. Sure enough, a glint of alarm appeared in his eyes.

“I’m on shift, darlin’”, he said, recoiling uneasily. “Someone might see.”

You gently guided his face back towards you. "Who's going to see? Spock's gone."

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N, and it won’t work.”

“No?”, you replied, bringing his lips still nearer to yours; until they were almost touching. Three centimetres… two… one…

“Goddamnit, woman!”, Bones expostulated, pushing his chair away from the desk, away from you. “Fine! I’ll admit, I might be slightly under the weather. Are you happy now?”

Once more, you drew him close to you, but instead of kissing him, you pressed your lips against his forehead, frowning at the heat you found there. 

"I think slightly might be an understatement, Len. You're burning up."

Now that he had been caught out, his tough facade crumbled quickly. "I feel like hell", he confided quietly. As if to prove his point, he pitched forward in a trio of explosive sneezes, groaning dejectedly after each one. Your heart ached for him.

"Why don't you come back to our quarters, sweetheart?", you suggested softly. "I'll even make soup."

"Pressing a button on a replicator doesn't count as making, Y/N. And I've got all this paperwork to do." He gestured at his PADD and the notes scattered across his desk, but you could see his resolve was beginning to weaken.

"Chapel can do those. You're always saying you need to delegate more."

"I'll do anything." You hadn't realised Christine was standing in the doorway until she addressed Bones. "Just please get out of here. You're becoming a biohazard."

Bones grumbled something about traitorous nurses but rose to his feet regardless, swaying slightly as he did so. You tucked one arm around his waist and, winking triumphantly at Christine, started to wend your way back to your shared quarters.

You had nearly arrived when your communicator chirped. With some difficulty, considering you were still supporting Leonard, you hooked it out of your belt.

"Y/L/N here."

"This is Spock. I wondered if you had had any success regarding Doctor McCoy."

"Affirmative, sir. We're nearly back at our quarters now."

"I am curious. How did you get him to leave the med bay?"

You grinned. "I tried to kiss him."

There was a brief pause in which you could practically hear the cogs in Spock’s brain turn. Then: “A highly illogical approach, Lieutenant.”

“He’s a highly illogical man, Commander.”

“I heard that”, Bones groused, clearly not as out of it as you had assumed.

Smiling slightly, you signed off from your call to Spock, continuing on your mission to care for your highly illogical doctor.

Star Trek Taglist: @imherefordeanandbones

[sethcohnn]

For anyone with no patience, here are the captions of Jeronica in Riverdale 7x17:

WARNING: Spoilers for tonight’s episode

23

00:01:02,818 --> 00:01:05,121

So, how do you wanna do this?

24

00:01:05,155 --> 00:01:08,058

Wanna go in first

and I mosey on in

30 seconds later?

25

00:01:09,259 --> 00:01:10,492

Absolutely not.

26

00:01:10,526 --> 00:01:12,661

Veronica Lodge's signature

color may be purple,

27

00:01:12,695 --> 00:01:14,197

but she is no shrinking violet.

28

00:01:15,031 --> 00:01:16,199

So, come on.

29

00:01:16,232 --> 00:01:18,935

Let's give these cubes

something juicy to goss about.

30

00:01:18,969 --> 00:01:20,869

["Come On" playing]

—------------------------------------------------------

44

00:01:51,767 --> 00:01:53,003

Wowza.

45

00:01:53,036 --> 00:01:54,770

I've never had so many

peepers on me at one time.

46

00:01:54,803 --> 00:01:56,373

Well, if it's any consolation,

47

00:01:56,406 --> 00:01:57,873

I haven't gotten

this much attention

48

00:01:57,907 --> 00:02:00,243

since I arrived to school

wearing my sexy witch costume.

49

00:02:03,712 --> 00:02:05,382

Sexy witch costume?

50

00:02:05,415 --> 00:02:06,916

Jughead Jones.

51

00:02:06,950 --> 00:02:10,153

Do you have a thing

for sexy teen witches?

52

00:02:10,186 --> 00:02:11,388

Well, yes.

53

00:02:11,421 --> 00:02:12,621

[chuckling] Yes, I do.

54

00:02:12,654 --> 00:02:14,623

But I also know a boss idea

when I hear one,

55

00:02:14,656 --> 00:02:17,093

and sexy teen witch

is a very boss idea.

56

00:02:17,127 --> 00:02:20,863

Hmm. Well, glad to have

inspired something.

57

00:02:22,598 --> 00:02:23,799

Catch you later, alligator.

—----------------------------------------------

142

00:06:34,883 --> 00:06:35,918

[Veronica] <i>I have to tell you,</i>

143

00:06:35,952 --> 00:06:39,022

this is the bee's knees,

Jughead.

144

00:06:39,055 --> 00:06:40,890

I didn't realize

you could draw too.

145

00:06:40,923 --> 00:06:42,692

[Jughead] Well,

I'm no Ethel Muggs,

146

00:06:42,725 --> 00:06:46,262

but I think this brain egg

could be the thing

to save Pep Comics.

147

00:06:46,296 --> 00:06:48,965

Mr. Fieldstone is looking

for a fresh breakout character

148

00:06:48,998 --> 00:06:51,234

to get past the code

and bring in new readership,

149

00:06:51,267 --> 00:06:54,704

and I think it's

Veronica the Teenage Witch.

150

00:06:54,737 --> 00:06:56,205

[footsteps approaching]

151

00:06:56,239 --> 00:06:58,341

Veronica, you're not

gonna believe who's here.

152

00:07:00,677 --> 00:07:03,279

Miss Josie McCoy.

—------------------------------------

333

00:15:59,916 --> 00:16:02,919

[Veronica] <i>Veronica</i>

<i>The Teenage Witch</i>

<i>is too sexy, you say?</i>

334

00:16:02,953 --> 00:16:04,887

I mean, he's not wrong.

335

00:16:04,921 --> 00:16:07,157

I am cut from the same cloth

as Veronica Lake

336

00:16:07,190 --> 00:16:11,727

and therefore,

too provocative for

those feeble-minded censors.

337

00:16:11,760 --> 00:16:13,395

It's their loss.

338

00:16:13,429 --> 00:16:15,531

On top of which,

I have to figure out

a new name,

339

00:16:16,266 --> 00:16:18,068

something more magical.

340

00:16:18,101 --> 00:16:22,538

Hey, did you happen to see

that Audrey Hepburn picture

that came out last year?

341

00:16:22,571 --> 00:16:24,640

Her character had

a superb name in that.

342

00:16:26,309 --> 00:16:27,877

What was that movie

called again?

343

00:16:27,911 --> 00:16:29,212

<i>Sabrina.</i>

344

00:16:29,246 --> 00:16:30,679

Audrey played

the title character.

345

00:16:30,713 --> 00:16:31,747

Sabrina.

346

00:16:31,780 --> 00:16:32,815

Yeah.

347

00:16:34,251 --> 00:16:36,086

Yeah, that could be the ticket.

348

00:16:42,758 --> 00:16:47,330

"In the bloom of Eden's garden,

the first transgression.

349

00:16:47,364 --> 00:16:50,466

A simple apple,

Eve learned her lesson.

350

00:16:52,601 --> 00:16:55,537

Different garden,

same temptation.

351

00:16:57,439 --> 00:17:00,809

A young man

seeking an education.

352

00:17:05,315 --> 00:17:07,951

A teacher's pupil

brings her apples,

353

00:17:07,984 --> 00:17:10,653

and sinful thoughts

with which he grapples.

354

00:17:10,686 --> 00:17:14,124

While she teaches,

he sits through classes

355

00:17:14,157 --> 00:17:15,691

wondering how she looks

356

00:17:17,093 --> 00:17:18,194

without those glasses."

—--------------------------------------------------

590

00:31:42,125 --> 00:31:44,227

[Veronica] <i>I'm so</i>

<i>sorry, Jughead.</i>

591

00:31:44,261 --> 00:31:46,897

Sabrina The Teenage Witch

is a brilliant idea,

592

00:31:46,930 --> 00:31:49,331

and I'm not just saying that

because I inspired her.

593

00:31:49,365 --> 00:31:50,733

She's just ahead of her time.

594

00:31:52,969 --> 00:31:54,703

Give it a few years.

595

00:31:54,737 --> 00:31:58,507

Let the hysteria die down

and there will be

no stopping her.

596

00:31:58,541 --> 00:32:03,213

I just feel like Pep Comics

is sinking in quicksand.

597

00:32:03,246 --> 00:32:05,148

Listen, if you're down

in the mouth

598

00:32:05,182 --> 00:32:06,983

and not in the mood

for a premier,

599

00:32:07,017 --> 00:32:08,484

I'd completely understand.

600

00:32:08,517 --> 00:32:10,386

Are you kidding?

This is probably

the only chance

601

00:32:10,419 --> 00:32:13,756

I'll ever be invited

to a Hollywood premiere.

I'm not going to miss it.

602

00:32:13,789 --> 00:32:15,324

-The only thing is--

-You don't have a suit.

603

00:32:16,725 --> 00:32:18,929

I barely have any clothes

without an S on them.

604

00:32:18,962 --> 00:32:22,132

I thought we might

run into this predicament.

605

00:32:22,165 --> 00:32:27,103

So I may or may not have taken

some precautionary measures.

606

00:32:28,337 --> 00:32:31,908

Tailored exactly

to your measurements.

607

00:32:31,942 --> 00:32:36,246

I think you'll find nothing but

the best for my flutter bum.

608

00:32:36,279 --> 00:32:37,379

Yowza.

609

00:32:40,016 --> 00:32:42,118

Are you absolutely sure

you're not a teenage witch?

—-----------------------------------------------

[thesconesyard]

Where the West Begins

26. Vaquero

“Honey behaving over there?” McCoy asked. He and Robbie were riding into town. Scotty and the others were getting ready to brand the young cattle and that was one task McCoy avoided as best he could.

“Aye, she’s a sweet horse.”

“That she is,” McCoy agreed. He himself was riding Pepper, knowing that a spirited horse like her was a bit much for a newcomer like Robbie.

Robbie had been on the ranch for nearly a month. He got on well with everyone, as alike to his brother in that as anything. He was helpful and happy. Scotty too was extra jolly since Robbie had arrived. McCoy would be happy he had written that letter for the rest of his life.

“You sure you don’t want to help with the branding?” McCoy asked with a sly grin on his face.

Robbie tried to hide a grimace. McCoy had noted a few times when Robbie had not appeared to enjoy the work on the ranch. But McCoy couldn’t blame him. Coming so far from another country, to a land very unlike where he was from, to work he’d never thought of doing before; to McCoy it made sense if the man was uncomfortable at times.

“Do ye?” Robbie asked in turn.

“No thank you,” McCoy laughed. “I know Monty says that Spock is a wonder with the animals, but I just can’t bear to hear them cry out.”

“But patients cry out,” Robbie said.

“Not to me,” McCoy said quietly. “Not anymore.”

“Ye fixed up Pavel last week; why not still practice?” Robbie asked.

McCoy sighed softly. “Helping on the ranch is enough,” he replied quietly.

“Oh.” Realization crossed Robbie’s face. “That’s something I shouldn’t ask isn’t it?”

McCoy gave a slight nod. He liked his partner’s brother very much, but he wasn’t comfortable enough to spill his own story.

The first stop in town was the post office.

“Hello Dr. McCoy,” the clerk greeted him. “Everyone’s letters?”

“Yes sir,” McCoy smiled back.

“Give me just a moment,” the clerk said, and he disappeared into a back room.

McCoy stepped over to read notices on the wall and Robbie followed.

“Never know who might try to show up on the ranch,” McCoy chuckled humorlessly.

“Here you are doctor.” The clerk returned with a small pile tied with brown string. “You know for a moment I thought you were Mr. Scott sir,” the clerk said to Robbie. “He’s not been in for a while.”

“I am Mr. Scott,” Robbie grinned. “Just not the one ye know. I’m his brother.”

“Oh! Well! How about that!” said the clerk. He was an older man and adjusted his glasses to peer at Robbie more closely. “Well you look just like him. Have a good day gentlemen!”

“Thanks. You too,” McCoy said. He and Robbie left the office.

“This is a nice wee town,” said Robbie as they stopped on the walk outside the post office. McCoy tucked the letters into a pocket, then looked up and down the street.

“It really is,” McCoy agreed. “I’ve got to get some things from Dr. M’Benga and then what say we stop for a drink at Gaila’s? Kill some more time so they can really be done with the branding?”

“Lead the way!” Robbie smiled.

“This is more like it!” Robbie said as they settled at a table in Gaila’s saloon. McCoy smiled and took a sip from his drink.

Robbie looked at him nervously. “I- I don’t think I’m cut out for life on a ranch like all of ye.”

“Some people aren’t,” McCoy said evenly, waiting to see what Robbie was going to say.

“And I don’t want to hurt Monty— I don’t want him to think I’m leaving him.”

“What are you thinking?” McCoy asked. He set his glass down and looked at the Scotsman.

Robbie sighed. “I worked in stores back home. I didn’t work in fields or barns or with cattle like ye. There was a sign in yer post office there looking for help.”

“So you’d stay here?”

“Aye, but would Monty be hurt? I think he wants me to stay there.”

McCoy sat back and thought. “I think he would understand,” he said slowly. “Would you prefer to live here in town?”

“Maybe,” Robbie shrugged. “It’s still so small compared to Aberdeen, but I feel so little on the ranch.”

McCoy nodded. “Then you’ll have to be honest with him.”

“Aye,” Robbie agreed quietly.

[arysbruv]

I didn’t mean it

Warnings and whatnots: ANGST. I love hate myself some Dadneto angst. I might do a part 2 but depends on the responses I get from this one.

People don’t expect that the Magneto was related to Peter Maximoff. They weren’t alike. Peter was a rambunctious kid who ran on impulse, while Magneto was a methodical man who thought through his actions. Even Peter himself was surprised at the revelation. He wasn’t sure that his father would quite believe him. Who would?

“Peter!”

Peter jolts up, looking up to see Erik staring daggers into him. 

After everything, Erik decided to take up on his old friend’s offer. He stayed at the mansion, becoming the resident physic teacher. Much to Peter’s dismay. Peter wanted nothing more but to be as far as possible from him. Yet, for a man who can practically run anywhere, he never seemed to be able to run away from Erik. It started messing up his sleep schedule. He couldn’t sleep thinking about Erik and all the possible reactions to Peter telling him about their relationship. Would he be pissed? Overjoyed? Disgusted? He wouldn’t be surprised if Erik didn’t want to accept it. Erik didn’t seem to take any interest in him anyway. Peter was a handful and he was sure Erik didn’t want someone like him as a son. Still, he didn’t want to cause Erik to leave. Erik was loved by many in the mansion. It would be unfair for Peter to just shoo him away.

“Yes sir?” Peter asks uncertainly. He looks around, realising people were snickering at him. It was the third time this week he had fallen asleep in Erik’s class. Erik raises his eyebrow expectantly. Peter wanted nothing more but to run away.

The bell rings.

Peter sighs in relief as Erik announces that class was dismissed and that they were free to go. He quickly packs his things up. 

“Not you Peter. I would like to have a word with you.”

Peter stands frozen, staring at his chemistry textbook. He didn’t dare raise his head, even when the last person left the class; leaving Erik and Peter alone in the room. Peter glances at the door. He could run out in time.  

“If you’re thinking of running off, I’ve bolted the door shut.” 

Peter stares in disbelief at Erik Lehnsherr. Erik’s face was unreadable.

“I’m… I’m sorry sir but I… I have to get to the lab,” Peter says. 

“Sit down Peter. I’ll tell Professor McCoy you’ll be a bit late.”

Peter obeys hesitantly. Erik pulls a chair and sits in front of the silver-haired boy.

“Is everything alright Peter?” He asks. His voice surprisingly soft. Peter gulps.

“I’m fine,” Peter answers, faking a smile.

“Don’t lie to me Mr. Maximoff.”

“I’m not-“ 

“Peter I’ve seen your grades for physics from before my time here. They were amazing. Yet when I’m here, your grades have dropped. You’ve fallen asleep in my class thrice already, and that’s only this week.”

Peter gulps. How the hell was he going to say that he couldn’t focus due to the fact he was too busy worrying about what Erik would think of him? He glances at the window. He could jump from it, it wouldn’t be the first time. If he ran from the door and jumped, with his superspeed, he would be fine.

“Ever since i’ve gotten here, you have been avoiding me. You rarely talk to me after class and don’t think I don’t notice you immediately changing your route when you see me.” 

“I-”

“You see me as a murderer don’t you?” 

“No! No, of course not!” Peter shouts, surprising both himself and Erik.

“Don’t lie to me!” Erik answers back. “Why else would you avoid me like the plague!”

“That doesn’t matter! You can’t just assume what I think!” 

Peter didn’t know where this anger came from. It was some deep and hidden fury that laid siege in his heart. It was like a dragon that had slumbered peacefully in him but had been awoken abruptly. 

“I saved your life back there in the Pentagon! Did you forget that!”

“Oh come on we all know Charles and the others were the one who managed to convince you!”

“CAN YOU STOP MAKING ASSUMPTIONS!” The voice rings around the empty classroom. Peter clenches his fist, staring defiantly at Erik. Erik’s eyes widen, not expecting the sudden outrage coming from the young boy.

“Peter I-“

“NO- WHY DO YOU KEEP ASSUMING HOW I FEEL? I KEEP AVOIDING YOU? YOU NEVER TRY AND TALK TO ME. I’VE FALLEN ASLEEP SO MANY TIMES IN YOUR CLASS AND YET THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE ASKED ME WHY!”

“I… Peter what-“

“AND THATS ONLY BECAUSE OF CHARLES. I KNOW WHAT YOU CALL ME. A RAMBUNCTIOUS KID WHO RUNS ON IMPULSE!” 

Erik’s eyes widen. How had he heard that? He remembered that conversation. He was talking to Charles in the garden. He didn’t know how but the topic of Peter Maximoff started. He didn’t know that Peter had heard that. He didn’t even mean it in a bad way. He liked the fact Peter was like that. It reminded him of his younger self. Was that why he felt a random gush of wind pass through the both of them after he had said that?

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY MY MOM DECIDED TO FALL FOR YOU! YOU’RE A TOTAL JERK!”

Peter didn’t realise the hot tears that had started to escape his eyes. He quickly gathers up his belongings. He slings his bag over his shoulder before walking his way to the door, tears rolling down his face. Erik was left speechless, opening the bolted door for Peter wordlessly.

Peter’s mom had fallen for him? Is that why he hadn’t been focusing in class? But how? He had never met the woman before? Hadn’t he? 

[darkness-and-books]

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Eleven: An Evening To Forget

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: talking with mouth full (does it need to be a warning? Maybe not, but it bothers me 🤢)

word count: 1,681

<-Previous-Next->

As Y/N entered Miles’ quarters she was greeted by the smell of something quite burnt, but not hot.

“I made spaghetti for dinner and a cake for dessert,” Miles said, standing a bit straighter and beaming, Y/N just smiled politely and tried not to say anything about whatever had scorched.

“Sounds delightful,” Y/N complimented as she took a seat at the dining table. She looked around the place to find it all rather sort of cluttered and in disarray.

I’m sure Leonard knows how to cook, though I’m not sure why I think that, Y/N found herself zoning out until a plate of… interesting looking spaghetti was set in front of her.

“Oh thank you,” She lilted as she sat up straighter to take a good look at the plate. It doesn’t look… terrible, Y/N tried to reason herself into taking her first bite. She swirled some of the spaghetti onto her fork, steeling her nerves, Y/N got it over with and took her first bite.

“Mmm,” Y/N smiled widely, overcompensating for the feeling of bile rising in the back of her throat at the strange aftertaste.

“You like?” Miles asked with a proud smile as he ate his own. Does he think this is what spaghetti is supposed to taste like?!?, Y/N couldn’t help but think in a small state of shock.

“Oh, yeah, this is great,” She falsely assured Miles.

“Then do you wanna take the leftovers, these are honestly sometimes even better the next day,” Miles offered as he shovelled more food into his mouth.

“Oh no, I couldn’t that would be too kind,” Y/N tried desperately to worm her way out of wasting so much food without sounding impolite.

“No, I insist, it’s the least I could do,” Miles pushed, “It’s really fine, I can make more for myself anytime,” he tried to reassure her.

“Well, if you insist,” She smiled kindly at him and tried not to picture herself throwing away such a large amount of leftovers.

“Good, I’m glad,” Miles said as he finished off the last of his own plate, meanwhile Y/N was still looking at most of her’s.

She quickly did her best to down the rest. Y/N smiled brightly at Miles as she swallowed the last bites of her food.

“Did you want more?” He asked as he served himself out another helping.

“Oh no, I couldn’t eat another bite.” Y/N said as she put a hand over her chest.

“Then I guess you’ll have to take your cake along with you too,” Miles said as he looked back into the kitchen at the cake he had evidently made.

It now occurred to Y/N that they just ate all of dinner together and still hadn’t said anything actually meaningful to each other.

“So,” Y/N began, “Do you like working in the medbay?” She asked, trying to stir up some kind of interesting conversation.

“Oh, yeah, it’s really nice to help people, even if it’s really just my job to remind people of their regular check ups,” Miles answered her through a mouthful of food.

Oh, good, see-food, Y/N thought as she smiled as nicely as possible while trying to un-pinch her brows.

“What about you, what do you do?” Miles asked with a hand over his mouth as he tried not to choke on his food.

“I uh, I work in botany,” Y/N answered quite simply as she tried to look anywhere but at the man across the table who seemed to rather enjoy displaying his food as he ate it.

“Do you enjoy doing that?” Miles asked without any food in his mouth this time.

“It’s very quiet, I like the plants. Although it’s really a shame because I’ve never really been able to keep plants alive for very long,” Y/N smiled softly to herself. I wonder if Len can keep plants, probably not, but maybe, she found herself inexplicably thinking, she shook the thought away and looked back to Miles.

Leonard sat in his little corner of the couch very nearly dozing off as he attempted to continue reading.

“Maybe it’s best if I give up on this for now,” He said to himself and put the book down on the coffee table before he could ruin the pages by sleeping on them.

He looked up to check the time, it was only 9:00. Leonard got up and stretched out while looking up at the clock still. He really had thought about going to bed, but for some reason found himself pacing around before going back to the book instead.

It wasn’t too long before the door slid open and revealed Y/N, looking exhausted and holding a large container. Leonard opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N put a finger to her lips before letting the door close behind her.

Once the door closed all the way Y/N looked at him and nodded. Leonard looked over at the clock, “It’s not even ten o’clock yet, what kind of a date was that?” Leonard asked with a raised eyebrow.

By nine o’clock they had run out of, quite honestly, meaningless things to say to each other and by 9:30 they were standing in front of Y/N’s door again.

“I had a really nice time this evening,” Miles said as he looked down at Y/N with that certain glimmer in his eyes, one Y/N was all too familiar with, one that friends had described to her time and time again.

He’s kidding, right?, she couldn’t but think as Miles leaned in, this evening had not been Y/N’s version of ideal.

“I had a nice time too,” Y/N smiled lightly.

“Good,” Miles said as he finally leaned down all the way to kiss her.

His lips met hers, Y/N couldn’t help but feel disappointed, it wasn’t by any means a bad kiss, it just most certainly wasn’t the kiss. It wasn’t the one in movies with the sparks and the fireworks and the music coming to a swell. This was just dull contact, Y/N pulled away and licked her lips.

“I’ll call you tomorrow or something,” Miles offered with a smile as he continued gazing down at her in a haze.

“Okay,” Y/N said, almost certain that she did not intend to answer that call.

“Well, umm, goodnight,” Y/N said as she turned away to enter her quarters.

Leonard was sitting on the couch with the same book he had when she left. He opened his mouth to speak, but she motioned for him not to say anything yet. Once the door slid closed she nodded to Leonard and made her way into the kitchen.

“It’s not even ten o’clock yet, what kind of a date was that?” Leonard asked as he stood to see what exactly Y/N was carrying. “And what have you got there anyhow?” He asked, eying the tupperware.

“A bad one and you don’t want any,” Y/N said, her usual charming glee had seeped out of her person at this hour it had seemed.

She turned away and opened up the garbage can, tossing the whole box in without a second thought.

“That bad huh?” Leonard asked as he watched the lid on the garbage bin close again.

“That bad and worse,” She said as she plopped down on the couch. Leonard came to sit down next to her, taking her legs into his lap.

Y/N looked to him briefly with a blush painting her cheeks as warmth filled her body. She felt giddy, this was what she thought she was meant to feel when Miles kissed her and all Leonard had done was touch her legs.

“You wanna talk about it or would you rather not relive the evening?” Leonard asked lightly as he began taking off Y/N’s shoes and gently pressing his fingers into her ankles.

“Sums up to bad cook and see-food,” she pointed at her mouth as she said the latter, opting to avoid talking about the kiss, “And he quite honestly wasn’t all that interesting, nice just maybe not my type if I even have one,” Y/N explained, she could feel herself flush with embarrassment when she realised that she had said too much.

“Well, that just means you’ll have to try again,” Leonard said as he looked over to her to see that she was paying attention.

“I guess you’re right,” Y/N agreed, looking down at the floor, “but for now I’d like to sleep,” she whispered as she looked up at Leonard.

“Sounds good to me,” he said and gently patted her leg, indicating that she should move them now.

She quickly pulled her legs away and went to put on her pyjamas. When Y/N came out of the bathroom Leonard had already settled into his side of the bed. Y/N stood silently in the doorway for a moment.

Leonard saw her out of the corner of his eyes, he turned his head to look at her fully, “If you changed your mind I can always go sleep on the couch,” he said as he began peeling the cover back.

“Oh no, that’s fine,” Y/N said and got into her side of the bed.

As Y/N tried to settle herself on the very edge of the bed, Leonard studied her motions for a bit before he spoke up, “Ya know you’re allowed to take up space in your own bed,” he said and took a leap. 

Reaching for Y/N’s wrist, he pulled her closer to the middle of the bed. “Oh,” Y/N started, “You’re very warm,” she commented, she could feel the heat radiating from his body even once he retracted his hand.

“Eh, I run a little on the warm side,” He said, rolling to face away and turn out the light. “Night,” Leonard said from within the darkness.

“Goodnight,” Y/N replied before she got comfortable again.

I don’t know anymore!! I’m writing it and I’m like “do they kiss yet?!?” Wrote this and went “Nooooo!”

[adricthemindnimon]

You guys The Power of the Doctor was fucking phenomenal. I had so many fears and so many doubts, but that was beautifully done and my heart is so full right now.

Random rambles off the top of my head:

- Yaz is so beautifully confident and competent! Like folks talk about Doctorification as a bad thing but my god hers is excellent.

- Ace my love my love my love. Ace calling 13 Professor. Ace stashing her jacket in UNIT HQ. Ace with a big fuckoff gun. Ace with HER BASEBALL BAT. Ace jumping off a building with a parachute. Ace going “of course I can single-handedly take out a volcano full of Daleks, I’m not a wimp”. Ace meeting Graham! Ace having a sweet heart to heart with Seven oh my days my heart. 

- For some reason I didn’t expect Ace and Tegan to sound like they used to. They obviously look different, and I dunno, I guess I was expecting them to feel different too. But the second Ace opened her mouth I damn near cried. They sounded exactly the same as ever. 

- Tegan my love my love my love. Tegan being a big damn hero, completely of her own volition, and always managing to feel hard done by about it. Tegan telling off every Doctor she sees. Tegan refusing to leave Kate Stewart in the fight alone. Tegan fighting her way through an entire building full of Cybermen. Tegan having an incredibly sweet heart to heart with Five, and Five understanding and validating her trauma. Five saying, of course seeing Cybermen again reminds you of Adric, of course seeing Cybermen again takes you back to that horrific experience (because even before Adric died that was a pretty terrible story for Tegan). Honestly I can’t say that enough. Five looking Tegan in the eye and understanding her pain, in a way that he was always too exasperated to do back in the day. And ugh the parallels between this and Earthshock, with Tegan fighting through masses of Cybermen and being insanely brave, except this time it paid off and she didn’t lose anybody important to her.

- Oh my god all the Doctors. Fake William Hartnell, Peter Davison, Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy, Paul McGann... I yelped seeing them all. The boy band from the alternative 50th anniversary haha. They all care so much about this show, it’s such a pleasure to see them all back. And 8 refusing to wear a cloak was funny.

- “Last time I saw you you were part cat” omg Ace. I didn’t expect them to reference that quite so openly lmao

- The Master. Dance party. Ra Ra Rasputin. While Daleks and Cybermen watch. I mean it’s up there with Cassandra and Toxic, or Simm-Master and I Can’t Decide. Genuinely think I scared my neighbours I was howling so loud with laughter.

- Kate Stewart you tough legend. I’ve never been particularly invested in her before, but nah she’s pretty good.

- Omg the Master in 13′s costume. Sacha Darwan making those pants look like shorts. 

- The Journey’s End throwback with all the friends piloting the TARDIS together my heart.

- That support group at the end. All the friends coming together. JO GRANT. MEL BUSH. IAN CHESTERTON. I’m so glad we finally got an appearance from Ian, no matter how short. 

- The regeneration was so sweet and gentle and peaceful. We’ve had a lot of traumatic and dramatic regenerations of late. I’m so glad 13 got to go so kindly. The ice creams on top of the TARDIS. The last sunset. The way she held it off for a while so she could have a few more beautiful moments, then willingly embraced the future.

- “Tag, you’re it”. Perfect last lines for this Doctor. I’m sad to see her go, but that was a good exit.

They managed to bring together all these characters, and all these plotlines, and give each of them sufficient weight and value. Nobody felt shorted or extraneous. Jodie was on top form, and she got a damn good send off.

[dolamrothianlady]

Bouquets (part four)

Leonard McCoy x Reader 591 words

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Another flower, but this time there's something else as well.

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Hyacinth (your loveliness charms me)

For the first time since all of this flower business started you received a message from Jim about said gifts. Usually he dodged your questions or was "too busy" to really chat (an absolute lie - that man could multitask like no other), but when you came home one afternoon you found not only a pot of hyacinths but a message on your machine.

“Hey,” Jim started, sounding strangely muffled; almost like he was calling you from inside a closet. “Look, I’m going to give you a hint, one hint, and that’s all you’re getting from me, alright? I’m not gonna come out and tell you who’s doing this; number one cause these messages you’re leaving me are hilarious, and yeah I’ve definitely been playing them for him, and number two cause I promised I wouldn’t. Just...look, you work in a library. Maybe tomorrow you browse the gardening section. Pick up a book on flowers. Have a flick through and see what flowers can convey. That’s all you’re getting from me. This call never happened.”

Well. This was getting interesting. You’d always found flower meanings fascinating, but given that you chose your blooms solely on looks and how you were feeling at the time you never really gave it much thought. You were going to go to work early tomorrow, blow through all the books in the gardening section, and get to the bottom of this. You had a plan. Of course it wouldn’t help with figuring out who was doing it but you’d at least be able to work out what they were trying to express to you. And maybe, if you were brave enough, you’d be able to send a message of your own.

You got to the library a whole hour and a half before your shift, and after dumping your bag in your locker made your way to the gardening section. Most of it was unhelpful; what to grow where, plants native to the area, how to grow this and that. But, tucked away in a corner, you found an old book of flower meanings, complete with illustrations. You couldn’t be sure this was the one that your mysterious admirer was using, and you weren’t going to go and check the previous borrowers in the system cause that would be cheating, but you had a feeling you were onto something.

After making your way out of the stacks you hid away in the breakroom, spending the last half hour before your shift going through the book and figuring out what was being said to you. To say you were surprised would be the understatement of the century, and by the time you’d checked out all the flowers you’d gotten you were incredibly flustered. Whoever he was, he knew you, and knew you well. You most definitely knew him as well, and you could forgive him his shyness. The ongoing gesture was the sweetest thing to have ever happened to you, and you had to let him know that you were onto his secret messages. Another quick flick through the book gave you an idea how to proceed, and you made a mental note to change your route home so that you could pick something up.

Of course you had to let Jim know that you’d cottoned onto the messages.

“Jim, I figured it out!” This time you were the one whispering, huddled in the corner of the room. “I’m very flustered, not real coherent right now, but I’m gonna leave him a message of my own tonight.”

[swimmingwolf59]

ur twit moot stanzasfic here uhhh how about spones trying to cook together for breakfast or smth but they keep arguing over proper techniques for cooking. the food burns and theyre like oops lets go to a cafe and get brunch i guess LOL

I’m sure there were better things for them to argue about than this, but for some reason when I read this prompt the first thing that popped into my head was that scene in b99 when Boyle is teaching Holt how to cook and gets super offended when Holt just dumps the salt in LOL.

This prompt was a lot of fun to work on, thanks so much! This will be the last fic for my 100th fic on ao3 celebration. Thank you all so much for your support! 🙏

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“…What the hell are you doing?”

Spock turns to see McCoy standing behind him wearing nothing but his briefs, his hair stuck up every which way. Last night had been an accident, but one that Spock is finding very hard to regret. Especially since it was the third such accident in a series of accidents that have started becoming something Spock enjoys very much. It had not been logical for him to pin McCoy against the wall that first time, or for McCoy to kiss him, or for Spock to kiss him back, or for anything else that happened afterward.

But after this third time…it’s starting to feel illogical to keep calling them accidents.

Spock takes in McCoy’s mostly naked form, and then raises an eyebrow. “I am making an omelette.”

“No, no, I know that,” McCoy snaps, waving his hand around as he stomps up to the stove. “I meant what are you doing with that salt?”

“I am adding it to the—”

“You can’t just dump it in from the container! You have to put it in your hand first, and then add it pinch by pinch, otherwise—”

“I will not soil the meal by touching it with my bare hands,” Spock says firmly, suppressing a sudden flare of frustration. “I thought that making someone a meal usually evoked gratitude, not criticism.”

McCoy flares up slightly. “I am gratified, I’m just trying to help you prepare it better—!”

“Just because you have a preferred method of adding salt to a dish does not mean it is objectively ‘better’.”

“You really don’t think I can do anything right, do you? What about last night, huh? I had you beneath me gasping like a—”

“That is hardly relevant,” Spock interrupts, failing to control his blush. “Since I have never seen you cook before, I am unaware of your skill when it comes to cooking. However, I do know that your method of adding salt is inefficient.”

McCoy’s face reddens, and Spock mentally prepares himself as he takes a huge breath. “Inefficient? I’ll have you know that method has been in my family for generations—!”

The eggs end up burning beyond repair. Spock doesn’t speak to McCoy for an entire day afterward.

Two mornings after the burned egg incident, McCoy sheepishly steps into Spock’s lab. It’s early in the morning, and Spock shouldn’t have worked all night, but he sometimes finds it easier to suppress negative emotions when he’s entirely engaged in something else, rather than resting. He petulantly doesn’t recognize McCoy’s presence as he walks up beside him, instead keeping his attention focused on the asteroid dust sample beneath his microscope.

“I…wanted to apologize, Spock,” McCoy says quietly.

Spock jots down an observation and then, finally, glances up at him.

“I know you were just trying to do something nice for me,” he continues. He taps his knuckles on Spock’s lab bench, likely a nervous habit. “I, uh, tend to get touchy about cooking.”

Spock raises an eyebrow. “Obviously.”

McCoy blushes and taps his knuckles again. “Well anyway, it was atrocious behavior, especially towards someone I’ve…really come to care a lot about.”

Spock looks away, failing to suppress another blush. They’ve never discussed it, but perhaps the ‘accidents’ were never truly accidents at all. He supposes it was illogical to even tell himself that they were.

Spock straightens from his lab bench and meets McCoy’s eyes. “You mean a great deal to me as well, Leonard. I apologize for calling your salt applying method inefficient.”

“…Hell, I deserved it.” McCoy smiles and then jerks his head back slightly. “Come on, Spock. Let’s get breakfast in the mess hall. I promise I won’t complain if the eggs are too salty.”

Allowing himself a small smile, Spock puts away his experiment. As he follows McCoy out the door, he brushes his fingers against McCoy’s wrist, letting him know that all is forgiven.

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 261

McCoy

McCoy looked away from Leah before answering her question. How had the week really been?

“Scotty’s been ok,” he finally said slowly. “He had a nightmare last weekend, but he’s seemed alright since. I’ve done my best to keep him distracted. Having Francine and Granddad here helped too.”

Leah reached over and set her hand on his arm.

“That’s good Leo, but what about you?”

McCoy bowed his head. He couldn’t hide his thoughts from Granddad earlier in the week and he couldn’t hide from the sister who had known him his whole life.

“I had some hard times this week. But not because of last year.” He sighed. “Well partly because of last year, but that was because of Dr. Cuthbert.”

“Who?”

“My flight instructor made a note that I should see a psych. I see Dr. Cuthbert on Wednesdays and he dug a bit deep this week. I also had a flight test yesterday.”

Leah’s eyes grew big as her fingers tightened on his arm.

“How did that go?” she asked gently.

“I passed,” McCoy said with a bitter chuckle.

“That’s good Lenny!” Leah smiled.

“Half the time I crash,” he sighed. “I just— it’s hard.”

“But you’re getting there,” Leah said encouragingly.

“I hope so.”

“So what’s his deal?” Leah asked, changing the subject as Jim cried out loudly from the game he was playing with Aporal.

“What do you mean?” McCoy asked, trying not to sound cautious.

“Well you said not to be surprised if he wouldn’t use my name. And when you went to Andoria you said he needed you guys. So, what’s his deal?”

“That’s- that’s his private business,” McCoy got out. Leah raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s true, and I won’t say anymore than he’s been through a lot.”

“Ok,” Leah replied with a frown.

“How’s Father?” McCoy asked, taking his turn to change the subject.

“He’s fine.”

“Is he?”

“Yes Lenny. Dr. Boyce still makes sure he doesn’t overdo it on working. And besides I’m there to help pick up the load if need be.”

“Leah…”

“What?” She repeated the word when McCoy still didn’t speak.

“How much longer do you think he’s going to keep security here?”

“Oh,” Leah said. Her brows furrowed in thought. “I don’t know. Until he really knows you’re safe.”

“I am. We are. Can you—” McCoy drew in a breath. “Will you tell him we are? That it’s ok here?”

Leah sighed as she looked at her younger brother.

“He just wants us safe.”

“I know!” McCoy said in a frustrated tone. “I know,” he said calmer.

“I’ll do what I can Leo.”

“Thanks Leah.”

“Hey! Come on you two!” McCoy and Leah both looked over at Jim as he called to them. McCoy glanced at his sister as they looked at the game Jim was next to.

“You want to beat him or shall I?” he grinned.

“Might be more fun if it’s me,” Leah grinned back.

Part 262

Robbie

"Ha! Oh yeah! Guess I'm still the unbeatable champion at this game!" Robbie exclaimed with a grin as he watched the screen showing his victory. The Scotsman quickly glanced over at Aporal and for a second he thought that the other boy looked really shocked. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open slightly. For a short moment it looked like having lost the game was really disturbing to him, but slowly a weak smile formed on his lips and his shoulders relaxed.

Aporal turned his head and stretched out his hand.

"Seems so. Well played, Scottish prince."

Robbie couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the nickname Aporal had chosen for him. He took the offered hand and shook it.

"Well played indeed. Ye were a worthy opponent."

If Robbie wasn't imagining things he could feel his counterpart's hand shaking a wee bit. Robbie tried his best not to frown. Apparently Aporal really had a problem with losing.

However, a look over the Andorian's shoulder quickly made the Scotsman smile again.

"Oh my... Jimbo is about to get his ass kicked," he said and Aporal turned his head to see what Robbie was looking at. He smirked.

"Well, that sure will be interesting to watch. Let's get over there."

They didn't have to wait for too long until Jim cursed loudly and groaned. He pointed his finger at Leah accusingly.

"You cheated! You can't beat me! You're a princess! You can't be that good at video games!"

But Leah just winked at him.

"Aww, poor Jim being a crybaby," she teased the blond who huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Guess it's my turn now, huh?" Leonard asked and took the controller from his sister's hands.

Almost instantly Jim's will to fight returned to him and he regained his posture.

"Alright. I lost to a princess, but I surely won't lose to a prince! Especially one who technically speaking isn't even a prince anymore!"

Leonard just rolled his eyes.

"We'll leave you to it," Leah said, giving her brother's shoulder a pat, before she looked at Robbie and Aporal. "Wanna go get a drink?"

"Sure thing, Princess."

Robbie shook his head a little bit. This Andorian was really a strange fella with his nicknames and his behavior.

"So, I always imagined a princess to look differently. More elegant and... sophisticated," Aporal said after taking a sip from his drink. He eyed Leah from head to toe and Robbie was just about to say something, but his girlfriend just chuckled.

"And I always imagined Andorians to be politer," she shot back, causing Aporal to laugh.

"Point taken. Though I assumed that as a princess you have already met some of my kind."

Leah shrugged her shoulders.

"Not yet. But I'm sure that will change soon enough now that I'm learning how to be a queen."

"I see." Aporal looked from Leah to Robbie and back. A smile formed on his lips, but he tried to hide it behind his glass.

"What?" Robbie asked and Aporal just smiled.

"You two. You really make an interesting couple. But I guess that thing you humans say about opposites attracting each other is true."

[emilynightshade89]

OC Interviews

Tagged by @wretched-mischief  ! :D

Wendy McCoy (Daybreakers):

Name?

Wendy Jessamy McCoy

Are you single?

No. I am not. 

Are you happy?

Considering what we’ve all been through these past years? ...  I’d say that I personally have reached a good place where i can for sure say that I’m happy.  

Are you angry?

Angry? No. 

Are your parents still married?

My mother was when she passed. To our stepdad though, my mom remarried after divorcing my biological father, but we don’t talk about him often. 

Birthplace?

Seattle, Washington

Hair color?

Light Brown

Eye color?

Chocolate Brown? Or just Brown.  

Birthday?

March 21st 

Mood?

Great! So far.

Gender?

Female.

Summer or winter?

Summer, although i feel often that i could overheat. 

Morning or afternoon?

Afternoon. I’m not a morning person unless i need to be for some reason. I’m also a night owl. 

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love?

Currently, yes!

Who ended your last relationship?

My father...Joseph. He had been bitten and turned into a vampire while serving time in prison. He had found my mother’s address and well...murdered everyone who was there, including my previous fiancee Laverne Bree. 

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Uhhh in high school yeah. He was the lead singer we got for a band i tried to start up with an old friend of mine back then. He wasn’t a bad kid, i was just uninterested at the time. 

Are you afraid of commitments?

No. Not at all. 

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

Yes! My son Matthew hugged me before he left for school and my husband Lionel just after he had stolen a bite of my toast this morning before he left to work. *laughs* 

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Not that i know of? Perhaps the band singer after i found out he had been crushing on me for months, but he didn’t really keep it secret so... No? 

Have you ever broken your own heart?

Hmmn... Yes. When i found out my brother Jeremy was alive i was bitten in an attack. After i had turned i had to leave him and Lionel to make sure Fowler didn’t find our colony and i did it without knowing if i’d just be killed or used against them. It was hard in the moment because i knew that Lionel had a way to cure me, but i also didn’t know if i’d end up hurting my brother or anyone else before it could be done.    

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust?

Love! 

Lemonade or iced tea?

Iced Tea. 

Cats or dogs?

Both! *laughs* I’ve had both cats and dogs and i love both of them so i can’t really decide. 

A few best friends or many regular friends?

Many isn’t too bad but i think i’d prefer only a few best friends. My closests ones are Gavin and the rest of my old troop because over the years spent together in hiding and building the colony, it really feels like we’ve become more like family over time. 

Wild night out or romantic night in?

Oh man... Romantic night in! It just feels nice that Lionel and i can stay in without doing anything that’s wild and be able to just talk openly with each other and just be us together. 

Day or night?

Night. I’ll stay up often if i have something i want to do or need to finish.    

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out?

A few times actually, by my mother thank God. Most the time it was just to hang out with friends and if i told her that she’d sometimes let me go.   

Fallen down/up the stairs?

Yeah! My brother Jeremy laughed at me when i tripped going upstairs once. 

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

Jeez Luis, *laughs* yeah... My first hard crush was Laverne, but at the time i was also questioning things about myself that i later came to accept but God... She was so beautiful, and smart and funny, and i felt like myself around her. I was, to say the least, beyond happy when i found out that she had felt the same for me...  

Wanted to disappear?

Absolutely, yes... The way my father changed during my youth... I really did feel like i had disappeared from his life. Like it didn’t matter what happened to us at all it was suddenly all about him that mattered. His effect on me afterwards though had me in a position where he was all anyone ever knew about me when my mom moved us after the divorce. Especially in school, and i had wanted to disappear from that so that i could get people to see the real me... Nowadays that’s changed thank God but sometimes the feeling does creep back and i just want to hide if i become overwhelmed or have begun to think too much about the things that have troubled me. 

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes?

Oh no, both! I’m sorry! *laughs* I just love a good face and that includes the smile and the eyes and fortunately Lionel has both! 

Shorter or taller?

Have you seen me walk into a room? Taller! I know i’m a little lady so i certainly don’t mind a partner that is taller! 

Intelligence or attraction?

Hmn. Both. *laughs and shakes her head* I feel like i’m failing a test! I like both in a partner, i do! *sighs* I like someone who not only looks attractive but is also intelligent enough to have a conversation with that is engaging to both of us. Someone who can stimulate a good conversation and look good doing it.  

Hook-up or relationship?

Relationships, for sure. Hook-ups are fun though! I know i had a few in college but never while in a relationship that’s a no for me. Once i’m taken that’s it.  

FAMILY

Do you and your family get along?

Before the outbreak, i would say things got better between all of us once Jospeh was out of the picture. My parents’ divorce was a longtime coming and my brother was too young to understand some bits, but we always got along with each other when mom was home from her job at the hospital. Once it was just the three of us, we felt like we could breathe and truly become a family, then Travis met mom i admit it kinda threw a wrench into our troop because he was a stranger then and i wasn’t sure if he was a good man who would treat my mom the way she deserved, be able to give my brother the father figure he needed or if he was just going to turn into another possibly more dangerous Joseph. It took time with Travis to feel that he really was a good man and that he cared sincerely about my mom and all of us and to be honest i know i was difficult to get along with at the time because i was also just getting over some serious issues too, but i love him. I love my family so despite the fact that some of them aren’t around anymore, but I have my brother and his girlfriend and my nieces and i also have my family to and i could never have asked for a more better family to get along with. 

Would you say you have a “messed up life”?

Not “life” personally, but definitely a challenging one. My childhood was one thing though...but i’ts not something i’d let define my whole entire life by. 

Have you ever run away from home?

I’ve wanted to, before the divorce, but i always guilted myself out of it for fear of leaving my mother and brother behind. Also, where would i go? I was about 12 anyway.

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

No. Joseph didn’t get the chance, and my mother would never unless it was because of something I had horribly messed up on.  

FRIENDS

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

Of course not! 

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

Yes, they’re good people and even when we argue we are always there for each other. 

Who is your best friend?

Other than Lionel i would say Ed, Audrey and Parker Hayes. Gavin’s too much of an older brother to me but i would still consider him to be my best friend as well.

Who knows everything about you?

My mother... If not her, then its Lionel Cormac for sure. 

[pennywaltzy]

Time And Space Displaced Persons (5/5 - A “Between The Stars” Story)

I totally forgot to post the last chapter until last night, and then I fell asleep before I could post it here. Ro’s entrance on the Enterprise is done, but there are still more stories to tell (one of which I hope to write today, if my sprained shoulder will let me)! Many thanks to @simdoodleswrites for their patience with me and for letting me play with Ro in the AOS universe.

Time And Space Displaced Persons - Aurora "Ro" Holiday has a life in Kansas City that involves her job, her family, and her podcast about aliens that isn't all that bad. She likes this life, she does, but she wonders if she's meant to do more, be more. Then comes a freak storm and one minute she's in her attic fixing her equipment and the next she's on a spaceship 300 years in the future, in a bulkhead full of uniforms. When the drama surrounding her arrival settles, she wonders more about where she is, when she is, and who she can trust. The answers are beyond her wildest dreams...

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It took a few hours, but Dr. McCoy returned with Jim and they stood to the side talking. She knew they were talking about her, but she couldn’t tell what they were saying because they were too far away. Surprisingly, when they came over, Jim undid the handcuff cuffing her to the bed. “Sorry about that. Just being safe.”

“I can understand that,” Ro said, rubbing her wrist. “So I guess I’m not a prisoner anymore?”

“Well, we can’t let you roam the Enterprise, but no, you aren’t under security’s guard anymore,” Jim said with a grin. “So. You’re from 2066? One of my favorite periods of time that I’ve studied.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I’d like to get back there, but Dr. McCoy said it might be hard?”

“Leonard, please,” he said. “And yeah. We have our analysts working on it, but the science squad can’t figure out how you got here yet. They’re running through your...what is it?”

“Laptop,” Jim said. “And your cell phone, too.”

“How did you manage to power them?” Ro asked, surprised.

“I collect antiques. Turns out I had the same cords your laptop and mobile phone use, adapted for the power outlets we use. I can let you borrow them for as long as you’re here.”

“Thank you,” she replied. She sat up more. “Can I get something to drink? My throat is dry.”

“Sure,” Jim said as Leonard went to get her something. He came back with a pitcher and a glass, and when he poured it she saw it was water with ice. He handed her the cup and she took as long a drink as she could stand, then put the cup on the table by her bedside where the pitcher was. “We need to make plans for you to eventually either stay aboard the Enterprise or make your way out in the Federation. It would sit better with me if you stayed here on the Enterprise for a while until you can adapt well enough to the changes you’ll learn about. Dr. McCoy here has offered to teach you as much as he can, and we have datapads you can use to fill in the last two hundred and fifty-so years.”

“So you’re not going to just dump me?”

“Nope,” Jim said. “That’s not my style, but I’ll admit, this is a situation I haven’t really been in before. I’ve been in a similar situation, but it...didn’t end well. You’re the second person we’ve had on board this ship from the past, but unlike our other occupant, you haven’t been acclimated to your future timeline.”

“Ah,” Ro said. “I guess I should say thanks?”

“You don’t have to, but it’s appreciated,” Jim said, grinning at her. “I’ll leave you in Bones’ capable hands now. But if you want to get anything from the past you may need, let me know. I may have it or can acquire it for you.”

“Then thank you,” Ro said, giving Jim a small smile. Jim gave a small salute and then turned and left the medbay as Leonard sat down next to her bed. She turned to him and studied him. He seemed a little more worn than he had when she woke up, and she wondered if he ever slept, not that she was sure if it was daytime or nighttime right now. “Bones?”

“His nickname for me. Short for ‘sawbones’,” Leonard said with a grin. “I figure it’s been a long day for you. We can start going over things and get you one of the private rooms here in the medbay tonight, or we can do it after you get some more sleep.”

“I’m not really tired,” she said.

“Then let’s get you out of that bed and into a room,” he said, lowering the bed by pushing a button. Then he lowered the railing and she gingerly set her feet on the floor. The floor was surprisingly warm against her bare feet, and she realized she wasn’t wearing a typical hospital gown. Her backside was completely covered in a tunic-style top that went to her knees and had buttoned-up flaps on the shoulders. She stood up, a little off-balance, but Leonard steadied her. She had to wonder how bad the neck pinch had really been and how long she had actually been out.

Once she was sure she wasn’t going to fall over, she let Leonard lead her out of the room and into the medbay proper. Her eyes went wide looking at all the updated technology and new technology she’d never seen before. The medbay was empty save for another blue-tuniced woman, but she didn’t have too much time to gawk as McCoy lead her outside the medbay and down a hallway. “That stuff looks amazing,” she said.

“Are you into medicine?” he asked.

“I’m an EMT back in my time. Emergency Medical Technician, I mean.”

“We still have EMTs, at least in San Francisco,” he said with a soft grin. “Maybe if you stay we can have you train in the medbay and go with away teams to give medical treatment.”

“I think I’d like that,” she said with a nod. At the end of the hallway were a set of rooms with locked doors. “I’m going to be locked in?”

“For now,” he said. “More for your safety than anything else. We still need to run tests, get you vaccinated with the vaccines we have now if your immune system can handle them, and get a real room prepared for you. But for now, Jim left some classic literature in here and a datapad so you won’t be super bored, and I’m almost always close by, so once we make sure it’s safe for you to really be out and about, I can start showing you how medical equipment has changed over the years.” He opened the door and she saw a comfortable bed and a stack of books, all of which looked old but in good condition. “For now, we’ll use your datapad to go over some history. You ready?”

She sat down on the bed with Leonard sitting next to her. “Ready.”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

[thesconesyard]

Yeehaw!

When the Cactus Blooms

16. Prairie Fire

A wonderful scent filled the house at dinner, and it wasn’t just the meal.

“Trip was a success then?” McCoy asked Sulu as he looked at the vase sitting on the sideboard.

“Always is Doc,” Sulu smiled.

“They are quite beautiful,” Spock said, “and their fragrance is most delightful.”

“This time next year I won’t have to make the trip,” Sulu said as he sat.

“Oh?” Christine asked.

“We’ll have some at the gate.”

McCoy was slow, leaving the dining room behind everyone else. No one noticed when his quick fingers darted out and tucked something into his pocket carefully. He smiled to himself, then headed outside.

He had promised someone he’d make the previous night up to them and he couldn’t wait to begin.

“Nice evening Bones,” Jim said as McCoy stepped out. “Coming to relax?”

McCoy kept his face neutral as he looked over at Jim and Sulu and Chekov, already comfortable on some of the porch chairs.

“Don’t think so Jim, thanks,” McCoy said. He escaped down the porch stairs, but not without hearing Sulu whisper something to Chekov.

McCoy ducked into his cabin for the bottle of whisky he’d taken the night before. Perhaps they’d get to enjoy more than a mouthful this time. The night before had started pleasantly. McCoy had been nervous, but he hadn’t been the only one. Knowing that had made McCoy relax and things had been going a good way until the coyote pup interrupted. Spock had taken care of it when they had returned.

McCoy didn’t know if Spock had released the animal or if he was still caring for it. Either way, McCoy didn’t plan to be interrupted again.

He closed his door and headed past the cabins towards the creek. He couldn’t help grinning at the silhouette he could see waiting by the big tree.

“Hey darlin’,” McCoy called softly as he closed in.

Scotty turned and smiled at him, face and hair glowing in the last rays of the sun. McCoy’s breath caught at the sight.

“Oh wow,” he whispered.

Scotty frowned gently. “What love?” he asked.

“You,” McCoy said. He reached into his pocket and offered the rose he had plucked from the vase in the dining room.

“Oh,” Scotty said in surprise as he took it. “Ye went riding with Sulu too?”

McCoy chuckled at the playfulness that came across.

“Chris won’t notice one missing. She’s got plenty.” He gestured up the creek with his head. “Come on, let’s get out of Jim’s sight. You know he’ll crow on about this forever if he sees.”

McCoy began to walk and Scotty fell into step beside him. A little further and they’d be out of sight of the house and the setting sun would leave them in darkness sprinkled with starlight. McCoy smiled as Scotty’s fingers brushed his. A moment later Scotty’s hand found his purposefully. McCoy gave a squeeze and got one in return.

In no time at all they were settled nearly where they had been the night before, but McCoy’s words failed him. He suddenly didn’t know what to say.

“Beautiful night,” Scotty said softly.

McCoy’s nerves melted away as a laugh bubbled out of him.

“I’ve a feeling it’s going to be beautiful wherever I go with you,” he replied.

“Well,” Scotty breathed out. “Don’t think I’ve got anything good enough to follow that.” He smiled as he looked over at McCoy.

McCoy’s chest warmed and he leaned in towards Scotty, who met him halfway. McCoy’s eyes caught the dance of moonlight on the creek before they closed as his mouth met Scotty’s. He was surprised as he remembered it had only been two nights before when he had cursed his luck at the moon.

A light, cool breeze blew past, but McCoy didn’t notice the chill. He’d slid closer to Scotty and the warmth from the other man was enough. The whisky sat forgotten next to him. Scotty’s hands were around his back and his lips on McCoy’s; McCoy let everything else slip away.

He chased after Scotty’s mouth when he pulled back.

“Do ye smell that Len?” Scotty sounded puzzled.

McCoy shook his head and with his hand behind Scotty’s neck tried to bring him close again. He heard Scotty sniff the air, so he opened his eyes again.

“It’s the rose,” he mumbled, moving back in.

“No,” Scotty said slowly, still holding back. “It smells like smoke.”

“The stove at the house.” McCoy was staring at Scotty’s mouth, wanting it back on his.

“Wind’s wrong love,” Scotty said, beginning to frown.

“Then what?” McCoy asked. Try as he might, a bit of frustration slipped into his voice. They’d been interrupted the night before, couldn’t they have this one?

“Sorry mo ghràdh,” Scotty said suddenly looking back at McCoy.

He pulled McCoy close again and McCoy knew in that instant he would do any and everything Scotty ever wanted. His chest ached with the thought of it; more than it ever had for Jocelyn. Scotty’s lips sent fire pulsing through McCoy and all he wanted was more. He pushed closer and made the kiss deeper.

Another breeze blew past, and a shiver went down McCoy’s back. His brain registered the scent in the air and he pulled back suddenly, Scotty moving forward looking for more this time.

“That is smoke,” McCoy said in surprise. “What the hell?” He frowned as he scanned around them. Quickly he scrambled to his feet and Scotty followed suit.

“The sun’s taking its time tonight,” Scotty said as they looked west. A glow was low on the horizon painting the few drifting clouds above orange.

“No…” Scotty trailed off looking over at McCoy wide eyed.

“That’s not sunset,” McCoy finished for him.

“How far away?”

“Not sure. We should probably let Jim know. Wind’s coming this way.”

“Right,” Scotty said. McCoy heard the slightest note of disappointment.

“We just have the worst luck,” he tried to grin.

“Aye love,” Scotty let out a small chuckle.

“Tomorrow, my cabin, no interruptions,” McCoy smiled.

“Deal.”

McCoy reached down to grab the unopened bottle and then they hurried back to the house. They could hear the voices on the porch chatting and laughing as they got close.

“Hey Bones, where ya been?” Jim called as they climbed the porch stairs. He had raised one eyebrow in a knowing look.

“Shut up Jim,” McCoy grumped at him. “There’s a fire. To the west.”

“That’s what that is!” Uhura cried. “Every time the breeze blows I’ve been smelling something!”

Jim jumped up and made for the front door. “We’ll see what we can tell from up in the attic, but someone get a couple horses ready.”

McCoy heard footsteps hurrying on the porch as he followed Jim inside and up the stairs two at a time. Across the attic they both stopped at the window facing the west.

“Between here and the canyon,” Jim said after staring out the window for a few moments. “Wind isn’t heavy tonight, so it won’t move as fast…”

“But?” McCoy asked after the unfinished thought.

“But we might want to check it out, make sure how big it is.”

“I’ll go with you,” McCoy said. He knew what kind of trouble Jim could get into by himself near a fire.

“What? You don’t want to stay here and go necking with Scotty some more?” Jim grinned.

McCoy’s face burnt as he glared at Jim, struggling to find something to say.

“Took you both long enough,” Jim said as he moved past McCoy, and clapped him on the shoulder.

“You’re one to talk!” McCoy shot back finally. “Least we said something. How long you gonna pine for Spock?”

“Oh. I said something ages ago,” Jim said, looking over his shoulder with a cocky grin. “We just keep it private.”

McCoy stood gaping after him.

“Come on Bones!” Jim called, already heading down the stairs.

McCoy let out a huff, but hurried after Jim.

The smoke got heavier as they rode and McCoy pulled his bandana up over his nose. He looked over in the dim light and saw Jim do the same.

“How d’ya think it started?” he called over. “No one out this way.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Jim said. “Maybe there is. They found Jaylah out this way after her family was waylaid; Sulu found that scrap of fabric… Maybe someone decided there was a cozy spot to hole up.”

“And this?” McCoy gestured in front of them. He saw Jim’s shoulders move.

“Stray spark.”

Jim slowed his horse and McCoy did the same. Even from where they were, none too close, McCoy could hear the whoosh and crackle of the fire. Jim was silent, eyes moving between the fire, the sky and the ranch.

“It’ll miss us,” he finally pronounced.

“You certain?”

“No. But it isn’t strictly blowing from the west. There’s some north to it.”

“What if you’re wrong?” McCoy asked, knowing his eyebrow was raising.

“I’m never wrong!” Jim claimed in mock surprise. “We’ll set a watch to be sure. I’ll take first.”

McCoy coughed, a dry tickle in his throat.

“Let’s get back then and get out of this smoke.”