#slyly x leonard

[tobercat]

its that time of year again, so i have some more rudolph art/doodles to share!! there's a few from last year but most of them are more recent ^^ (also there's gay people in it.. srry... 🥴)

[ensignsimp]

Headcanons for how the TOS boys (separately ofc- unless youre willing to do poly mcspirk x reader lol 👀) react to walking into his bedroom to find his fem!s/o sitting on their bed wearing nothing but a ribbon she’s tied around herself so he can unwrap her like a present, as a sort of birthday gift to him.

Wrapped Up TOS HCs: Kirk, Spock, McCoy

A/N: Just in time for Valentine's Day.

A/N+: Next you'll wanna pop out of a cake for their birthdays.

TW: Mature Content

Prompt: Wrapped up Valentine Day Gift for our favorite boys.

James T. Kirk

When you said that you have a surprise for him this Valentine's he was nervous but excited.

He had tried to make each Valentine's Day special, one year he even surprised you in bed by wearing a very sexy pair of yellow lingerie.

But this year you were going to surprise him!

He practically runs to your shared quarters and has to hold himself back as he knocks on the doors.

When he walks in and sees you sitting on his bed, wrapped up in a thick red ribbon with a comically large tag that reads: To Kirk

He can't help but chuckle slightly. His face is bright red. This has always been a bit of a fantasy for him.

He's pulling at his collar and stuttering slightly.

"You, you - This is quite a surprise."

He saunters up to you trying to be seductive but you can tell he's just too excited.

He gently pulls at the ribbon wrapped around your torso.

You feel his breath tickle your ear as he leans in and whispers.

"I can't wait to unwrap you."

S'Chn T'Gai Spock

When you said that you have a surprise for him this Valentine's he was skeptical.

He had tried to understand the meaning of the holiday but to show such affection openly was not what Vulcans did. So he often would give you a bouquet of flowers and read some kind of sentimental poetry when you were alone.

However, at the end of his shift, he is curious about what you have planned.

He walks a few paces faster than normal back to your shared quarters. He even skips a little.

When he walks in and sees you sitting on his bed. His face flushes the same shade of green as the ribbon you're wrapped in.

He tries to keep his composure but you look so tempting to him. He isn't used to this sudden feeling.

He gasps slightly as you slyly shift your position to a more sultry pose.

"My wife, are you in the stages of your pon farr?"

You giggle and gesture for him to come closer.

He willingly approaches and reaches his hands out to you. He runs his fingers over your exposed skin and silk thread.

He then gently cups your face feeling your want and desire for him. You see him, just briefly, crack a small smile.

"I shall be as gentle as I can, however, I can not guarantee you will go blemished."

Leonard McCoy

When you said that you have a surprise for him this Valentine's he was suspicious.

He had tried to do something nice for Valentine's Day before but it never seemed to go as planned.

He was curious and enjoyed the idea of you surprising him.

He seems to be in a better mood through most of his shift. He expects something quiet like a nice candlelit meal and dancing.

He's completely gobsmacked when he walks into your shared quarters.

He feels like a teenager seeing a (beautiful boy / gorgeous girl / perfect partner) in their bed for the first time.

He clamps his hand over his mouth because it is about to fall on the floor.

"I didn't know you'd go all out, aren't I just the luckiest man alive."

You giggle and puff your chest out tempting him to pull the bow.

He skips the bow and gently cups your face, giving you a strong sweet kiss.

His other hand trails down the ribbon and pulls at it slightly teasing you.

"I feel bad not getting you anything, but I'll show you how much I appreciate you."

Extra Holiday Special:

Quad

They were confused when you said that you had a surprise for them.

You had them scratching their heads all day.

On the turbolift ride down to your shared quarters the three of them talked about what you might have planned.

Kirk seems to be excited while McCoy and Spock are still trying to figure out what you've done.

They find their quarters empty until they hear music coming from the bedroom.

When they see you Kirk and McCoy are completely shocked, while Spock raises an eyebrow.

Kirk quickly goes from shock to excitement.

McCoy is still trying to process what is going on.

And Spock is still holding his cold stone exterior complemented by a bright green blush.

"You naughty (boy, girl, thing)."

"Who gets to unwrap them first?"

"This is quite a display ashal-veh."

The three basically fight over who gets what, it's kind of cute.

Spock leads the charge by approaching you first.

Kirk practically rips his own shirt off.

McCoy is trying to pick a fight with Spock on who gets to go first.

"Best gift I've ever received."

"Next time, he'll want us to do this."

"I am not opposed to such an idea."

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons: Baking pies with Leonard McCoy

+ a little domestic soft boi Leonard hc’s (I got carried away lol)

Requested? Yes     By? Anonymous

Pairing: Leonard McCoy (AOS) x Reader

Gender: Neutral       Triggers: Reader get’s a burn from baking

Taglist Tags: @starfleetimagines​; if anyone wants to be added let me know! :)

🥧  Finally being on leave for a while, you and Leonard were able to relax at your own home during the fall season, taking a break from space.

🥧  You were so excited to be home during fall that you had decorated the whole house, and bought more candles than you could count

🥧  Leonard, having picked up a candle scoffed “What the hell are ‘cold autumn leaves’ supposed to smell like?”

🥧  You chuckled “Apparently like cinnamon sticks”

🥧  Leonard, smelling the candle, raises his brow “Yeah, right, ‘cause that makes sense” he muttered setting it down before he wandered over to you “What are you doing?”

🥧 “Preparing”  “...for?

🥧  “Pies!” you said excitedly as you turned to him, holding two cans of pie filling, one pumpkin, one apple “Which one do you want to make?”

🥧  He opened his mouth to refuse, but seeing the excited and puppy-eyed look you were giving him he gave in, smiling lightly “I’ll do pumpkin”

🥧  Having prepared the counter to make the crust, which you were doing from scratch, you turned to Leonard who chuckled at you

🥧  Taking a step closer he dusts some flour off from your shirt “Always so messy” he jokes making you stick your tongue out at him

🥧  Slyly, you turn, pinching some flour with your fingers and flicking onto his once clean shirt. 

🥧  He looked from the flour to you as you smiled “Now we’re both messy”

🥧 “Careful sweetheart you don’t want to start with me” he warned playfully

🥧 After that you began to make the dough for the crusts, both of you getting into making designs to decorate your pies with.  

🥧 You decided to make little dough apples and leaves for your pie, and Leonard was making some leafy vines to go around his.

🥧 As you cleared the space of your table top of your pans and dough to clean, Leonard blew on the flour causing it to fly up into your face.

🥧 He chuckled out a “Sorry”as he walked over to the sink, leaving you in stunned silence, clearly having done it on purpose. 

🥧 Turning and glaring at the back of his head you gathered some flour into the palm of your hand, and waited till he turned back around, blowing the flour directly into his face.

🥧 He blinked and looked at you as you smiled coyly at him “Sorry”

🥧 “Alright, you started it”

🥧 How could you not have a flour fight? Like? Duh. 

🥧 The flour fight lasted a total of four minutes, but the regret lasted much longer when you had to clean it up later. 

🥧 After finally getting back to your pies, and assembling carefully, with your artful designs placed carefully on the top, you put them in the oven. 

🥧 Bones is rather neat, so his work area would have been relatively clean and tidy, a simple wipe with a damp dish towel and he was done

🥧 When the alarm goes off to take the pies out you prance excitedly to the kitchen, as Leonard follows behind with a fond smile on his face

🥧 Hearing him chuckle you stop in front of the oven and turn to him “What?”

🥧 He shakes his head lightly “You’re just so damn cute when you get all excited like that” he comment as he presses a kiss to our forehead

🥧 You grin at him, flushing slightly as you open the oven, the sudden heat washing over you

🥧 Carefully taking out the pies you set them on a cooling rack

🥧 You and Leonard admire your work, immediatley comparing the two.

🥧 “You’re apple decoration looks like a melted snowman”

🥧 “Well at least my vines don’t look like worms”

🥧 You’d banter and joke at each other as the pies cooled, both of you silently excited to try them, as their unique scents filled the kitchen

🥧 Your play-fight escalated as Leonard offered to fix your pie by removing the decoration altogether

🥧 “No! Stay away from my pie!” you’d threatened, moving to grab his hands

🥧 You’d be laughing as he not so forcefully tried to push past you, without either of you realizing that your arm was getting dangerously close

🥧 As the back of your arm, just above the elbow, pressed against the still burning hot pan you hissed out in surprise as Leonard eyes widened

🥧 You’d grab your arm and rub it, both of you realizing what happened.

🥧 “Hold on” Leonard would say, his voice now in Doctor mode as he grabbed an ice cube from the freezer

🥧 He walks up behind you, looking at the red welt forming on your arm, before pressing the ice cube to the burn

🥧 “I’m sorry sweetheart” he’d apologize as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, rubbing your other arm

🥧 You’d chuckle “It’s fine Leo, it’s my fault too”

🥧 He’d smile, but you could still see he felt guilty, even though it was was a small burn

🥧 After he applied some soothing lotion on the burn, while you protested that it wasn’t that bad, you’d sit on the couch, leaning against one another, while you each had two slices of pie on your plates

🥧 “The pumpkins good” “So’s the apple” 

🥧 “I think mine’s better” “Nah” “It is” “No” “Yup” “I hate you” *laughter*

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[chloe-skywalker]

Criminal Record - Barry Allen (Snart Reader)

Barry Allen x Fem!reader

Leonard Snart x sister reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 688

Summary: Barry meets Snarts littlest sister when they ask him for help.

Authors Note: short-ish. I don’t really like the flash or legends anymore. Legends killed off captain cold. and the flash ruined the timelines.

Masterlist

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“So why are we here?” Y/n asked looking at the giant building called ‘StarLabs’ right in front of her. 

“I’m not telling her again.” Mick grumbled to Leonard walking ahead of the two.

“We are here dear Y/n because they are willing to erase our recent crimes as long as we help them.” Leonard spoke softly yo his littlest sister, walking side by side.

Y/n hummed smiling at the thought before her expression turned to one of confusion. “Sounds like a good deal. But I don’t have a criminal record?”

“That I’m proud of.” Leonard wrapped his right arm around her shoulders. He couldn’t help but be proud of the fact that he was able to keep her out of there line of work.

^           ^          ^

“Finally. You’re late.” Cisco stated as soon as he saw them enter.

“Our apologizes” Leonard smirked to Team Flash.

“Whos this?” Caitlyn asked looking over to the face none of them have seen before.

“Hi. I’m Y/n.” Y/n waved at the group of people before Leonard motioned her over to him.

“She is-” Barry started, staring at the girl named Y/n awestruck.

“A criminal.” Cisco said bluntly

“I was gonna say gorgeous.” Barry smiled, admiring her beauty.

“She is very beautiful, and she seems sweet.” Caitlyn agreed, but not for the same reasons.

Cisco sighed “ So that begs the question of why’s shes come here with, them.”

“Well, then let’s ask.” Caitlyn suggested to the two boys. Before she walked over to Y/n who was not far from Mick and Leonard.

“Y/n was it?” Caitlyn asked as she approached the unknown girl.

“Yeah. Hi.” Y/n nodded smiling at the taller female.

“I’mCaitlyn and that’s Cisco, and Barry.” Caitlyn introduced herself and the boys. “And we ere wondering-”

“Why are you here with them?” Cisco blurted out, getting to the point in his opinion.

“Excuse me?” Y/n asked confused by their question.

“You came here with those two so you’re either a criminal, like them- or I’m at a loss.” Cisco explained with an annoyed expression.

“I think what Cisco means is.” Barry cit in. “You seem really nice and sweet. To sweet to be a criminal. So why are you here?” Barry asked rephrasing the question Cisco originally asked.

“Well, thank you. I think.” y/n furrowed her brow, confused on how to take what was said. “But actually I am here to help.”

“Dear Y/n here is a great strategies.” Leonard walked over joining the conversation.

“And a great escape artist.” Mick smirked remembering when they were younger how she could escape from anything and that skill only got better with time.

^               ^              ^

“Well thanks for the help.” Barry thanked the three standing before him.

“Hmmm” Mick hummed in acknowledgment.

“Your welcome Team Flash.” Leonard smiled slyly. Beofre turning to leave.

“Hey Y/n would you mind swapping info. Maybe we could go get drinks sometime.” Caitlyn spoke before Y/n could get to far.

“Yeah, Cait sure.” Y/n nodded with a big smile on her face. She would always welcome having a new friend.

Leonard walked over to Barry, turning to stand next to the younger man. Crossing his arms. “If you do what you’ve been thinking about for the last couple hours Allen. You better treat her with respect.”

“I-I would, I-I will. Ya know if I do.” Barry stuttered, flustered by Leonard Snarts statement to him.

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you two.” Leonard smirked

“I understand. She’s your friend, your looking out for her.” Barry nodded.

“Well considering she’s my baby sister. I would say looking out for her and being protective of her is in the job description.” Snart laughed under his breath. Knowing he’s just shocked Barry’s mind.

“She’s your little sister?” Barry asked more shocked then he’s been in a while.

“You. And I’ve been able to keep her safe and out of the criminal world. She has no record and no one knows about her. If you date her Barry, make sure to keep it that way.” Snart patted Barry on the back.

[cecilspeaks]

161 - The Space Race

Space, the final frontier. The womb, the first frontier. Somewhere between those two, the ocean. Welcome to Night Vale.

I’m excited today for the annual Night Vale Children’s Fun Fact Science Presentation. Yess, that’s right! As we’ve done every year on this day, we will be devoting our entire episode to a scientific narrative that is sure to delight both the young and the young at heart. And also those who have stolen young hearts and incorporated them into your flesh sacks. For this year’s Children’s Fun Fact Science Presentations, we will be looking into the history of – the Space Race. Mmm! My husband Carlos has been helping me research this. Thanks, honey! And so it should be airtight and without error.

Now, the Space Race truly began in 1792, at a garden party hosted by the first Duke of Luftnarp one lazy July weekend. A bored group of noble people were sitting out in the garden in all their ruffles and wigs, looking absolutely fashionable for the time, and absolutely ridiculous to modern eyes. And soon the conversation turned, as it often does in parties, to how much they all hated the moon. “Stupid moon!” said one. “Lousy orb!” added another. “Why, I loathe that sky rock!” said a third. Then they started to throw things at the moon to demonstrate how much they hated it. But none of the objects they threw, not the champagne glasses, nor the decorative party masks, nor the dangerous knives, came anywhere near the moon. Most of the hurled items followed the tedious arch of gravity back into the party with mixed results for the attendees, some of whom required immediate medical attention. “This won’t do,” said the first Duke of Luftnarp. “We must hit the moon square on with our objects of derision. “Let us endeavour,” said the Prince of  York, “to build an object that can make it all the way to the moon, and smack that awful rock right across its ugly surface. The first one to do so will show that they indeed hate the moon the most.” There was general cheering to that remark, along with some moaning from those who had been struck by the falling objects. And thus, the Space Race was born.

And now the news. As I’m sure we’ve all been following, there is a presidential race going on. Yes, Night Vale may be a small town, mostly preoccupied with the banal goings on of our day to day life, but we are not unaware of national stories. Just like any other town, we have our own opinions on the presidential race. And spirited debates are held weekly in the Compressed Spine amateur boxing gym. Winner is generally by knockout, although occasionally a winner has to be chosen by points. I myself am a strong supporter of Spotless Tony, who I think has the best positions including banning guns, legalizing writing utensils, and Medicare for Spotless Tony. A-a program that would provide comprehensive health care to himself. Others may support Heartbreak Maggie, and I do see the arguments for her. She has the most number of arms, the most number of eyes, and her singing voice literally kills. In any case, I think we can all get together on one thing: Old Towel Leonard has got to go. Get him out of here, ugh! Old Towel Leonard! This has been the news.

And now traffic. Lift your eyes, pilgrims. See above you, another world awaits. This world has grown so tired. This world has grown restless. This world has less color and more dust. Lift your eyes, pilgrims. See above you, another world awaits. Get to that other world by any means, pilgrims. For what are pilgrims without their pilgrimage? What is anyone without a destination? You must lift yourself up to that other place. Gather your supplies, pilgrims. Strip this world bare in order to raise yourself up. Take every scrap around you and put it toward that other world. This is all that matters. It’s all that matters to you, and so it is all that matters. Aloft, pilgrims. You have done it. from here, the sweep of the universe presents itself. Cast down your eyes, pilgrims. See below you the world you left behind, the world you stripped bare to make this journey. There was found all the conditions of life. Up here is only a cold, lonely hollow. Why did you ever feel you needed to leave? But oh well, ooooh well. For what are pilgrims without their pilgrimage? This has been traffic.

Let us know continue with our Children’s Fun Fact Science Presentation. The history of the Space Race. The Space Race went on through the 18th and 19th centuries, with the rich and poor alike trying to be the first to successfully throw something at that horrible moon. The most obvious methods were quickly tried and discarded. Catapults only managed to cause collateral damage to neighboring homes, gunpowder only backfired on the scientists involved, often quite literally. One woman, the Arch Dutchess of the Motley Meadows, believed that she could reach the moon through dreaming. Every night, she performed a series of meditations that allowed her to have lucid control of her dreams. In those dreams, she would fly upward, each time getting a little closer to the dumb old moon. It was her belief that when she reached the moon in her dream, she would attain the same goal in real life. But the moment she finally touched the moon in her dream, she awoke to find herself in the stifling darkness of a coffin. It seems she had died several decades before, but still she dreamed. Having ascertained that there was no way back from the grave, she performed the meditations and fell into one final endless lucid dream. And that basically sums up the Space Race until 1953.

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The lawsuit in the case of the estate of Franklin Chen versus the city of Night Vale continues apace. The suit is currently in the discovery phase, which has been made difficult by the fact that the apparent murderer of Franklin Chen, Hiram McDaniels, has not been seen in Night Vale for years. Not since… the incident. And all records in Night Vale are top secret. So every time the lawyers for the Chen family try to see one, they have to dodge the laser grid and tank darts that surround every filing cabinet in City Hall. Those lawyers have filed an injunction against the city to try to force them to turn the laser grids off, but as the official Night Vale motto, written by the town founders hundreds of years ago clearly states: “Laser grids or death”. More news on this lawsuit as news is made by this lawsuit.

Back to the Space Race. Affairs continued with little success until 1953, when the United States, descendants of the Prince of York, decided that enough was enough and established the North American Slap the Moon Agency, or NASA, dedicated to developing the skills and technology needed to give that horrible orbiter what for. Meanwhile, the Russians, descendants of the Duke of Luftnarp, started their own agency designed to kick the moon in the you know what. And so a bet between two bored aristocrats became a global race, as they both tried to be the first to aim missiles at that sad little planetoid. To represent us, we chose Neil Armstrong. He was a test pilot, and he reportedly hated the moon more than anyone. Above his bed, he kept a National Geographic picture of the moon. The caption: “Can this celestial trash ever be put in its place?”, which he had drawn a huge red X through. Below that, he wrote: “Darn you, moon!” Which was the strongest language that existed in the 1950’s.

Finally, all was prepared. Neil Armstrong and his fellow astronauts boarded the rocket. All was quiet. Then, all was loud. More soon, but now for this week’s word jumble.

The following nonsense words will, when the letters are rearranged, produce a simple phrase we all know well. Here we go. Before I went into the cave, the prospect of the cave became so monstrous in my head that I dreamt about it for weeks. In my dreams I was just outside of the cave and I knew that the moment I stepped into the cave, my life would be over. But I also knew I could not delay my journey into the cave. I shook and shook with fear, and in my shaking awoke myself. This happened night after night. Then came the day of our expedition and to my horror, as I stood outside the cave, the same dread certainty came to me as soon as I stepped one foot into the crevice before me, my life would be over. I shook and shook, but I did not awaken, for I was not asleep but in the terrible dream we call life. So there it is. Just take those nonsense words apart and rearrange them into the phrase we’re looking for. If you think you have the answer, you probably do. Great job! Uh, before we go, the answer to last week’s jumble was: “Hop! The window shakes slyly, look here!” Which is, of course, the title to Dave Edgar’s new book of essays about block chains. This has been this week’s word jumble.

We near the end of our story on the Space Race. Neil Armstrong and his comrades hunched in this tiny capsule that absurdity of absurdities was about to be launched through void to lifeless rock. Sweat on his nose, sweat on his lips. Then sweat in his mouth. This was all unnecessary, the-the history of humanity did not require us to physically touch everything there is, but. Some drive made him willing to risk his life, the only life he would ever get, in order to go far away and then come back again. There was a sound. There was a fire! There was pressure! And then, there was an absence of pressure. And they were at the moon. The lander careened its way to the surface. Neil, sweat still on his face, placed one foot on the moon. “I have a small foot,” he said. “But humanity metaphorically has big feet. Biiiig huuuge metaphoric feet.” History would record and repeat these poetic words. Neil looked about him. He had done it. He had been the first one to smack into this disgusting space rock. All around was grey, and above that black. And within that, unnervingly distant blue and green. And then, Neil saw.

What Neil saw in a moment. But we really should, and we really must Go to the weather.

[“Have a Smoke” by Head Portals https://headportals.bandcamp.com]

Neil’s breath made shapes on the inside of his helmet. Some part of him felt that it was not even him on the moon, but that he was merely watching someone else’s body through a little window. That other him stepped forward and saw something truly odd. It was a house. Solidly built, two floors, a front door and gable windows. As he looked at it in disbelief, he realized that it was one of many. An entire town all cleverly camouflaged from above with grey and black mesh, so that it would appear through telescopes to be merely the awful boring surface of the awful boring moon. He was not the first one on the moon after all. Who had come before? He walked through the town, tho it appeared abandoned. He stood in the middle of the main square and he said, tho he would not be able to be heard through his helmet and the thin atmosphere: “Hello?” In every window appeared an animal. Dogs, cats, snakes, hamsters, and parrots. So many animals all watching him silently, regarding him from the windows of their little town. One cat, grey as the moon itself, hopped from her ledge and came over to him. “I am Barbara Emmeline Gwendolyn Sauss,” said the cat. “But you may call me Barb-E-Q –Sauss.” Neil said: “You can talk?” And then he said, “Well, apparently you can, I don’t know why I asked. The cat continued as though he had not spoken. “This is our city. We are the lost pets of your world. We are lost, because that is what we choose to be. We came here so we could be lost forever. Tell no one.” Neil didn’t know what to say. All of his training had been about zero-G maneuvering and the best way to hit the stupid moon when he got there. Nothing about how to interact with a cat that wanted him to keep a secret. “Please,” the cat repeated, and Neil nodded. Not knowing what else to do, he went back to the lander, climbed in, and looked at the other man who had made this journey with him. Lee Marvin looked back at him with gentle eyes. “Lee,” Neil said, “You’re not going to believe this!” “A secret lost pet city on the moon?” Lee said. “Well…” Neil said, “Uh… yes!” Lee nodded thoughtfully. “Better leave them to it then,” he said. “Probably better we keep this between us.” Lee did not look surprised. It seemed to Neil that maybe Lee was there precisely to ensure that this secret was kept. And so again Neil only nodded, and they made their preparations and left. As they launched, out of the tiny window, Neil could just barely see thousands of animal eyes looking up at him. “I’ll keep your secret,” he whispered, “I’ll keep your secret. And he did. He never told anyone. Neither did Lee. No one knows this story. No one has ever heard it.

This has been the Children’s Fun Fact Science Presentation.

Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: Correct placement from right to left: salad fork, soup spoon, salad spoon, bread knife, bowie knife, meat thermometer, entrée fork, and finally, the dessert claws.

[grandtheftstarship]

Adorkable (Pavel Chekov x Young!Fem!Reader)

Summary: [y/n] boards the Enterprise as a new recruit and meets a flustered Pavel Chekov. 

Word Count: 2000+ Warnings: reader is like, 15, though it’s probably not possible but that doesn’t really matter; fluffy af :) also cursing but that’s a given  Posted: Tumblr, Wattpad Requested: No

A/n: Sorry if the Russian is incorrect, I used Google translate. I also left some un-translated because some of my favorite Chekov fics made me look it up myself and it made me smile. It’s also more fun that way :)

Today was the day. Today was the day you were finally going to be boarding the Enterprise and working as a full-time ensign, as well as training to be a backup engineer. You were so excited you could barely sleep, and once you woke up the next morning you already had so much energy you had no idea what to do with yourself.

After stress-eating several bowls of [your favorite cereal] and pacing so long you could've worn holes in your floor, it was time to leave your home in San Francisco. You smoothed out your new gold uniform, making sure it wasn't riding up and tugged on your boots. Deeming yourself acceptable, you grabbed your things and left.

After reveling in the beauty of the massive starship, you boarded successfully and started looking for your quarters. You had to admit you were a little self-conscious. The Enterprise had already been flying for five months and everybody seemed to know each other already. You clutched your backpack straps, keeping your head down as you navigated through the crowd of officers.

Chekov stood awkwardly by Sulu who was talking with someone he had never met. He scanned the crowd, seeing the same usual faces... Except for one. Her [hair length] [hair color] hair shielded her face for a moment until she suddenly looked up and scanned the room. Butterflies exploded in his chest, sending his heart pumping at a furious pace as he caught a glimpse of her features. He was unable to move, unable to breathe, as the same four words echoed in his mind.

You're in love.

She suddenly made eye contact and her face burst into pink and she hastily looked away, causing his own face to redden as he averted his eyes. Unfortunately, Sulu noticed.

"Hey, it was nice talking to you, but I gotta go," he waved goodbye to the person he was talking with and dragged Chekov to the side.

"Who are you looking at?" he smirked.

"N-no one," Chekov tried desperately to get his heartbeat to calm down. "It's nothing."

"Okay, I know that you know that I'm 'batting for the other team'," Sulu made quotes with his fingers. "But I really want to know who you're looking at. Is it someone I know?"

Chekov shook his head. "I've never seen her before." Sulu sighed.

"What color uniform does she have?" he asked.

"Gold," Chekov gulped. "Like us."

"Excellent," Sulu snickered. "Easier to find."

" о боже, помоги мне, " Chekov muttered. (Oh god, help me)

You scurried down a random hall, gripping your PADD with a map of the Enterprise in one hand and the other randomly twirling the hem of your dress.

What just happened?

That boy was outrageously attractive and he was staring at you. You tried your best to brush it off and continue to find your quarters. The captain had requested that you meet him on the bridge so he could let you know what you were supposed to do and you really did not want to show up with your face a blushing mess and your backpack.

When you finally found it, you tossed your backpack down, splashed water on your face, and you were back out the door. Your heart raced and your palms were sweaty as you entered the turbolift.

"Bridge, please," you said, trying to sound confident. The lift went faster than you expected and before you knew it the doors hissed open to reveal the busy space.

Quickly remembering protocol, you called; "Permission to enter the bridge, sir?"

The captain turned around, immediately grinning.

"Ah, Ensign [y/l/n]! So glad you made it aboard," ha pat you on the shoulder. "Let me introduce you to some people."

Does he do this with all the crew?

"Bones, this is Ensign [y/l/n], the fifteen-year-old Ensign I told you about!" Kirk led you over to a tired looking man arguing with a Vulcan. They both looked up when you approached.

"Dammit Jim, since when are we letting fifteen-year-olds join the crew?" Bones grumbled. "Chekov's seventeen and I'm already fed up."

"This is our Cheif Medical Officer, Bones McCoy," Jim introduced.

"The name's Leonard," he muttered, sticking his hand out to shake. You gladly shook it.

"And this here is the First Officer, Commander Spock."

"Pleased to meet you, Ensign," he greeted. "I understand that you have taken the record of youngest Starfleet officer, am I correct?"

"I understand that you have taken the record of youngest Starfleet officer, am I correct?"

Chekov tensed.

That was my record.

He stood up suddenly to approach the person who had taken his prized possession but stopped in his tracks.

дерьмо. (Shit)

It was her. It was the girl from before. Before he could go back to his seat unnoticed, the captain called him over.

"Keep cool," Chekov muttered, getting desperate to calm his reddening face. He tried not to look her way, in fear he would freeze up like the last time he beheld her.

"Ensign [your full name], this is Ensign Pavel Chekov," Kirk introduced.

He finally allowed himself to look at her, which was an immediate mistake. Her smile launched butterflies in his stomach and, if it was possible, his eyes reflected hearts.

"Hi! It's nice to meet you Pavel!" she beamed at him, and held out her hand. Chekov shook his head slightly and reached out to shake her hand.

" Это хорошо для - I mean, Its good to meet you," He stuttered awkwardly, muttering, "Я испортил это." (I messed it up)

"You too!"

"Chekov, sorry to tell you this but this Ensign has beaten your record for 'youngest crew member'," Kirk said with a grin. "I'm lucky to have the two youngest members of Starfleet aboard my ship!"

"Wait, how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" she cocked her head a bit as she looked up at him.

О боже, почему она такая красивая.

"I-umm," he struggled.

"He's seventeen," Kirk winked at him.

"Wow! Seventeen! That's amazing!"

Oh god, that smile.

"Ты великолепен (you’re wonderful)- I mean, you're amazing," they both turned red. "I- I mean that you're amazing for getting in at fifteen."

"Thank you," she smiled sheepishly.

"Chekov why don't you escort Ensign [last name] to her quarters," Kirk instructed slyly.

Sulu didn't tell him, did he?

дерьмо.(Shit)

"O-of course Keptin," Chekov stuttered. He was gonna kill Sulu.

"Thank you," Kirk clapped her on the back and started walking away. "Have fun you two, but not too much fun."

They both stood there awkwardly.

"Um- ladies first," Chekov said when the turbolift opened.

"Thanks," she said softly. The lift was silent before you started speaking.

"So, you're the navigator?" She asked him.

"да- I mean, yes," Chekov cursed himself. "I am also shadowing the Cheif Engineer."

"Hey me too!" she said, smiling. "I actually have to go down there next... Do you wanna come with?"

"S-Sure," Chekov gave a small smile. "I would love too."

"Great!"

There were a couple moments of silence.

"Are you-" she started.

"How did-" Chekov interrupted.

"Sorry!" they both said at the same time.

"You first," she giggled as the turbolift opened.

"No, ladies first," he insisted, smiling as he let you out of the turbolift first.

"Okay fine then," she sighed. "Are you from Russia? I mean of course you are- I mean-"

"It's okay," Chekov chuckled. "I am from Russia. I was born there in 2241."

"I see," she nodded. "I was born in [birthplace], 2244."

"You're fifteen, yes?" Chekov asked.

"Yeah, but I'm turning sixteen in a few weeks," she replied. "Anyway, your turn. What were you going to say?"

"Oh, uh," Chekov rubbed the back of his neck. "I was going to ask how your parents let you join Starfleet so young. Mine barely let me go to America."

"Well it took a lot of convincing by me and my teachers, but once I skipped to the ninth grade when I was ten, my parents agreed to enroll me," she explained.  

"That is amazing," Chekov blushed at his words. "Well, we are in engineering. This is where I leave you."

"I'll see you later?" she cocked her head to the side again, making Chekov's insides turn to mush.

"да- I mean, yes," he stuttered. "I can meet you for dinner?"

"Its a date then!" and she disappeared into engineering.

Your face was so hot you were sure it would explode. Grateful for the door that now separated you from Chekov, you started towards the Cheif Engineer's office.

Once you got there, he shook your hand and started explaining a whole bunch of things that he was going to teach you later and started showing you around the basic parts of engineering. You couldn't focus. All you could think of was Pavel and how flustered he looked when you looked him in the eye. Four words bounced around your mind for the duration of Scotty's tour.

You're in love.

"Well, that seems to be it. Your first day down here will be in a few days. You'll know the exact date later," he concluded, handing you your PADD back. "Can't wait to work with you, [l/n]."

"You too Mr. Scott," you smiled at him before moving away. Your thoughts went back to your dinner "date" with Pavel, and your cheeks flushed. Unsure when dinner was, you looked on the map on your PADD.

                                                  ~спустя два дня~

                                                    (two days later)

You waited patiently for your new best friend on the ship by the turbolift. You were both going to shadow Scotty for the day, and you were anxious and excited to work next to him.

"[Y/n]!" He called as he jogged up to you.

"Hey Pavel!" you greeted cheerfully, getting into the turbolift. "Ready to be a shadow?"

"You bet!" he replied stepping in after you.

The ride was short but sweet, and before you knew it you were standing in front of Scotty.

"Okay, here are the rules," he said. "No running near the warp core, don't mess with the tools, and don't be making out while I'm not looking."

Both your faces erupted into blushing messes.

"Alright, off we go," Scotty waved over his shoulder as he walked away. You hurried after him.

Forty minutes in, you were bored to death. You could tell Pavel was too, judging by his slouching shoulders and sagging eyelids. Scotty barely did anything; signing reports, checking in on his underlings, etcetera, etcetera.

"Hey," he whispered. "I have an idea."

"I'm down for anything. Just end my suffering," you whispered back. He nodded.

"Mister Scott?" Chekov called.

"What is it, lad?" Scotty replied, looking slightly irritated.

"Can [y/n] and I take a break?" he asked, flashing his puppy eyes.

"Oh- alright. Just don't tell the captain," he warned though laughter twinkled in his eyes.

"Yay!" you and Pavel cheered. He grabbed your hand and started running in the other direction.

"Thanks, Mister Scott!" he called over his shoulder.

"No prob- Hey! No running...." he trailed off at the sounds of your laughter before chuckling to himself. "Kids these days."

"So, what are we doing?" you giggled, trying not to think of how perfectly Pavel's hand fit into yours.

"Jefferies Tube C," he huffed, still running. "The gravity control doesn't work there."

"So in other words," you smiled. "It's fun."

"Precisely," Chekov slowed to a stop, still gripping your hand. "Here's the entrance."

You climbed up the ladder first, praying you remembered to wear booty shorts under your uniform. You barely got the latch open before you felt your feet lift off the ladder rung.

"Whoa!" You yelped, gripping the latch as your feet rose higher, tipping you upside down.

"It's okay," Pavel chuckled, pushing himself lightly into the tube. "Here, grab my hand."

You blushed as you gripped his hand with one of yours and let go of the handle.

"You can do it," he encouraged. You nodded, slowly letting go of his hand. Before you knew it, you were flipping around and laughing your head off.

"Now you've got it!" He laughed.

You smiled at him, head full of bliss and heart fluttering.

"Thank you."

"You're always welcome."

                                              ~две недели спустя~

                                                 (two weeks later)

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Chekov grumbled as Sulu thrust a pink rose in his hand.

"You'll do great!" Sulu enthused, leading his friend into the dining hall. "There she is!"

Spending two weeks with his best-friend/ love of his life had been amazing and fun. But he couldn't wait anymore. He had to know.

Pavel's heart raced in his chest as he looked at her standing there. The mess hall was not the place he wanted to do this. He pushed the thornless stem of the rose into his waistband and quickly walked over to her.

"Hey, Pavel-"

"Follow me," he said, putting his hand on the small of her back as he led her out of the busy room.

"Pavel- where are we going?" she asked, struggling to keep up with him.

"It's a surprise," he said, tilting his head down at her small form and grinning. His cheeks turned pink at the sight of hers doing the same.

Once he found the room he was looking for, anxiety spiked through him.

I am really going to do this.

"Wow! Is this the astronomy room?" you gasped, looking around in wonder at the galaxy in front of you.

"Y-yes it is," Pavel stuttered. "[Y/n] I... Uh."

"What is it Pav?" you asked, cocking your head. His grip of the rose stem tightened.

"I-I just-" without thinking, he thrust the rose out in front of him and squeezed his eyes shut.

She's going to reject me. He thought desperately.

Oh God, she's going to reject me.

Instead of being slapped or hearing footsteps run from the room as he expected, he felt a hand cover his on the rose and soft lips touch his. His eyes fluttered open, but seeing hers tightly shut he closed them again. She pulled away.

"S-sorry-"

"No!" he interrupted, giving a soft laugh. "That's what I hoped would happen."

She beamed.

"Will you go on a date with me?" he asked sheepishly.

"Of course," she nodded. "Pasha."

With that, Pavel attacked her lips once again.

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Desk

A/N: NaNo ficlet #2! This one was requested by @bkwrm523​ and based off of a couple asks I sent @musikat18​ a while back.

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x reader

Prompt: Desk

Summary: Desk smut. That is all.

Warnings: Swearing, doctor kink, desk sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal intercourse.

Words: 1,820

 “Keep your eyes on me, darlin’,” Leonard told you as he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, then other one right after.

 You swallowed and nodded, lifting one hand to tangle in his hair. “Yes, doctor.”

 A groan rumbled in his chest. “Good girl,” He breathed. Your cheeks heated up at the praise and you gripped at the edge of the desk with your free hand.

 He kept his eyes locked with yours as he leaned in slowly - far too slowly for your liking - and licked a strip up the length of your clit. You hissed in pleasure, causing a grunt to escape from him when your fingers tightened in his hair. A second swipe of his tongue pulled a moan from you. Your hips bucked toward him unconsciously.

 Leonard chuckled and raised a hand to grip one of yours hips, softly but firmly, preventing you from moving. “Calm down, darlin’,” He murmured, the words rumbling against one of your most sensitive parts. “We’re just getting started.”

 “Yes, doctor,” You mumbled. The heat in your cheeks spread to rest of your face.

 Your boyfriend pulled back to give you A Look. His accent was thick with desire when he said, “You keep callin’ me that, sugar, and this will be over quicker than I want it to.”

 A coy smile played at your lips. “Why, I don’t know what you’re talking about, doctor.”

 Leonard growled. It was your turn to chuckle. “Are you alright there, doctor?”

 It happened before you could comprehend it. One moment, you were sitting on his desk, with him kneeling in front of you. The next you were flat on your back and Leonard was bent over you, one of his hands pinning your wrists above your head. And the other hand - oh, his other hands was nestled between your legs, his fingers skillfully rubbing at your clit.

 “Lee!” You gasped, your back arching.

 His thumb circled your clit as one of his fingers slipped into your dripping pussy. Your cry of his name was muffled by his lips crashing against yours. He kissed your roughly, passionately as his finger rubbed against your walls. This was going to be embarrassingly quick, you thought.

 And you were right.

 His finger thrusted in and out of you roughly and in what seemed like no time at all, he was pushing a second finger in, and then a third soon after that, his thumb still rubbing harshly as your clit. You arched your hips into his thrusting hand, trying to take him in deeper, harder. He’d pulled his mouth away when air became a necessity for both of you, but not too far away. His breath was hot against your cheek and though your eyes had fallen shut (you weren’t quite sure when that happened), you knew he was still watching you.

 You were steadily growing closer to your climax each stroke. A brush of fingers against your g-spot had you gasping, arching your body toward him as you fought against the hand restraining your wrists. “Lee!”

 Leonard hummed and pressed his mouth to the corner of your jaw. His voice vibrated across your skin when he spoke. “How are you doin’, sugar?” He asked and very purposely brushed against your g-spot again.

 A loud moan escaped your throat. “God, Lee, I’m so close!”

 You swore you could feel him smiling against your skin. “You wanna come?” Another bump of your g-spot.

 “Yes!” You cried out.

 His smile grew. “Then open your eyes for me.” He shifted his hand between your legs so that his fingers rub against your g-spot with every thrust.

 “Lee!” You whined.

 “Open your eyes for me, darlin’,” He murmured. “Let me see those pretty eyes of yours and then I’ll let you come.”

 You whined again, but reluctantly opened your eyes for him

 The look on his face when your eyes focused on him had you whimpering. “Good girl,” Leonard breathed, and then he was dragged the pad of his thumb against your clit at the same time that his fingers inside of you bumped against your g-spot and everything went downhill from there.

 You screamed as your orgasm washed over you, struggling against the hand Leonard had around your wrists. Leonard tightened his grip on your wrists for a brief moment before letting go and sliding his arm around you, pulling your body against his as his fingers devastated you. You wrapped yours arms around his shoulders and clawed at his shirt while his name fell from your lips like a chant of some sort.

 “God damn it, sugar,” Leonard groaned, his pants feeling uncomfortably tight as he watched - and felt - you fall apart. You couldn’t hear him through the blood rushing in your ears though. You were helpless to do anything but hold onto him as his fingers worked you through your orgasm, throwing you higher and higher into the pleasure.

 You blacked out; or at least you think you did. When you came to, you found yourself sitting up on the desk, slumped against your boyfriend who standing right in front of you, his arms holding you to his chest. You took a minute to just sit there, breathing in his scent - a curious mixture of coffee and laundry soap - before speaking.

 “Lee,” You mumbled, loosening your grip on the back of his shirt. You didn’t realize hard you had been clutching at him.

 “Y/N.” He pulled back from where he’d had his chin resting on the top of your head. “You back with me, darlin’?” He asked, and you could hear a slight undertone of smugness in his voice. You weren’t surprised; of course he was proud of how hard he made you come.

 You nodded and pulled back just a little, sliding your hands from his shoulders and moving to bury them in his ridiculously soft hair instead. Leonard chuckled when you attempted to use your hands’ new position to tug his head down toward yours. “Need somethin’?” He teased.

 You made a sound like a growl and glared up at him. “Yes, I need your cock already!” A smirk played at your lips in response to the groan that rumbled in his chest. “Well? Don’t make me suffer, doctor,” You added slyly.

 It was Leonard’s turn to growl. He closed the last few inches between the two of you, pressing his mouth against yours, rough and demanding. The kiss was sloppy - entirely too much teeth and tongue - but it left you panting and wanting more, more more.

 He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth before breaking the kiss, enjoying the pleading whimper that escaped your throat. “Oh, don’t worry, darlin’,” He murmured, removing his arms from around your waist. “I’m gonna make you feel all better.”

 Another whimper escaped you at his words, at the promise implicit in them.

 His legendary hands shook with desire as he moved them to the top of his pants. Because of that, it took him much longer than either of you would’ve liked for him to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. As soon as they were both undone, he was pulling his pants and boxers down, sighing in relief as his hard cock was freed.

 He gave his cock a few swift strokes before pushing the tip into your slick pussy. You buried your face into the crook of his neck and moaned wantonly into his skin; it was a sound that Leonard echoed as he slowly thrusted into you. As he bottomed out, you hooked your legs around his hips, drawing him in as close as your bodies would allow.

 “Fuck, Y/N,” He swore, placing his hands on the desk on either side of your thighs.

 Your voice was a little more breathless than you would’ve liked when you teasingly said,“ That’s the plan, doctor.”

 Leonard swore again and gripped at the desk as you punctuated your cheeky remark with a slow drag of your tongue across his skin. He paused for a moment, taking in a deep, sharp inhale. When he was sure that he wasn’t going to lose control, he slowly withdrew until only the tip of his cock was inside of you. Then he pushed back in, fast enough that it made you gasp.

 “Fuck, Lee!” You breathed, tightening the hold of your fingers in his hair and relishing the quiet grunt it pulled from him.

 “That’s the plan, sugar,” He replied, repeating the words you’d said not even two minutes ago.

 You went to pull back and glare at him, but he pulled back at the same moment and the feel of his huge cock rubbing against your walls had you slumping back into him. “Fuck!” You moaned again when he thrusted back in.

 To Leonard’s credit, he did try to start off slow, did try to make an attempt at establishing slow, sensual rolls of his hips into yours. But all of the teasing - both from you and him - had gotten him too worked up to keep it up for long. And if you were being honest, the teasing had had the same effect on you. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before Leonard’s failed attempt at some sort of rhythm dissolved completely and turned into hard, uneven thrusts.

 “Oh, fuck, don’t stop!” You cried out, tightening your legs around his waist, trying to pull him faster, deeper, with every stroke.

 Leonard growled in your ear, his hands grasping at the edge of his desk as he pounded in and out of you. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” He said, his voice strained, accent thick with pleasure. “I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

 You whimpered at that, accidentally tugging on his hair a little too roughly. He hissed, in pleasure or pain you weren’t quite sure. You slid your hands out of his hair for fear of hurting him and gripped at the back of his shirt instead. You alternated between trailing sloppy kisses along his neck and moaning against it.

 Leonard came first, growling your name over and over in your ear. One of his hands came up to grip your hip, holding you steady for his wild thrusts. The pulsing of his cock inside you sent you over the edge not long after. You bit his shoulder to muffle your wordless scream as your pussy clenched impossibly tight around his cock. Leonard groaned, gripping your hip hard enough that you knew you’d have bruises later. Liquid fire ran through your veins, shooting you higher and higher, until you thought you were going to black out again.

 You didn’t though, and that turned out to be a good thing when someone knocked on the door as you were both coming down and catching your breaths. The two of you froze and you looked over your shoulder towards the door.

 “Bones?” Came the captain’s muffled voice

 Leonard swore. “Shit.”

[mybullshitsensesaretingling]

Records

Request: Heyo! Can you do a Jim Kirk x Reader where the reader actually beats the “impossible test” (sorry I forgot the name) without cheating and she is out on his ship. Lots of fluff and sass please! Thank you. @slither-in-a-half

“Sir,” Spock greeted his captain, who had just rematerialized aboard the Enterprise. “Admiral Barnett assigned us to the retrieval of (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“The first person to ever pass the Kobayashi Maru?” Chekov asked excitedly from the terminal.

“I was the first person to pass the Kobayashi Maru,” Jim corrected.

“I heard (Y/L/N) didn’t cheat,” Uhura told him, stepping off the transporter with the smallest of smiles.  

“That’s not possible.” Jim turned to Spock. “You said that wasn’t possible.”

“Even I am occasionally proved wrong, sir.”

-

“Captain Kirk,” you smiled, setting your bag down and shaking his hand. “I’ve heard so much about you. You’ve had an impressive career.”

“Not as impressive as yours from what I’ve been told.”

“People like to talk,” you dismissed.

“That they do.” He gave you a second to collect your bag before going on. “I’ll show you to your temporary quarters.”

“Actually, if you have the time, I'd love a tour,” you said as he set off down the hall. “I haven't been on a Constitution-class and this is the Enterprise,” you emphasized. “Plus your crew is almost as infamous as Archer’s.”

“If you insist.” He stopped suddenly, causing the door beside him to glide open. “We'll start with the big man himself.” Jim stepped into what you now saw to be the sick bay and called out, “Bones, come out here and meet our guest!”

Jim smiled at you as he waited for whoever Bones was.

“What are you hollerin’ about?” Bones it seemed was an angry looking man, who, judging by his uniform, was the CMO.

“Meet Commander (Y/L/N). I'm giving her a tour. Play nice.”

“Captain,” you said.

“Hmm?” Jim hummed, turning to face you like you had called him.

“It's Captain (Y/L/N).” The man just stared at you. “I was promoted last week.”

“But that would make you-”

“The youngest captain in Starfleet history, beating the previous record by two years and four months? Yes, I believe it would. That record was held by you, wasn’t it?” You walked past him to the doctor. “You're the CMO, I assume.”

“Leonard McCoy.” The doctor gave your hand a firm shake, leaning around to look at his friend. “I like her.”

“Of course you do,” Jim grumbled.

“Well, we should get going, big ship and all, but the three of us should get a drink before I leave. I'm sure you've got some stories,” you smiled.

“Are you even old enough to drink?” Jim asked.

“Making jokes about my age only makes your beaten record look worse,” you told him as you walked back towards the door and sent a wave over your shoulder. “It was nice meeting you.”  

“You didn’t beat me by that much,” Jim called as he raced after you.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

“Yeah, but think how much I would have if I had cheated, lied, and snuck my way to my Captaincy,” you snarked.

-

“Enter,” you called out from the desk in your temporary quarters.

“Looks like you’re settling in well,” Jim said from the doorway.

“Give me a computer and a job to do and I’ll settle in anywhere,” you told him.

“Ah the true motto of Starfleet.”

“I thought that was ‘If it gets weird, you’re doing your job right’.”

“No, that’s the senior officer motto.” He crossed the room so he was standing directly in front of your desk.

“Oh, that’s right.” You rested your chin on the palm of your hand, looking at him instead of the report you were working on. “Not that I’m not enjoying our little repatar, but does this visit have a point?”

“Yes,” he said like he had entirely forgotten it for a moment. “I came to invite you to dinner.”

“Really?”

“Honorary guests usually join Spock and I for dinner. Sometimes Scotty and Bones when they’re free,” he explained.

“Oh. Okay. Yeah. That sounds great. I was needing a reason to take a break anyways,” you smiled at him as you signed off your computer and stood up.

“You look great.” He stepped back to through the door, waiting just outside it for you.

You laughed. “Thanks. It feels good to be back in uniform.”

“The captain stripe suits you,” he told you as started down the hall.

You gave him a sympathetic look. “That was hard for you, wasn’t it?”

“You have no idea.”

You laughed again, running a finger around the inside edge of your sleeve. The five week diplomatic mission to Antida Prime you had been sent on required you to wear civilian clothes. It was your first time back in uniform and you were wearing a different rank.

“Have they told you what your command is going to be?” Jim asked.

“Not yet.”

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye. “You nervous?”

“Nervous? Why would I be nervous? Because this is my first command? Because I’ll be half the age of the majority of my crew? Because expectations of me are already so high no normal person could reach them? Ridiculous. I’ve never been less nervous.” You kept up an accusatory tone throughout despite the tight feeling in your chest that occurred every time you thought about where your career was going.

“Maybe if you took your time and finished the Academy with everyone else you wouldn’t be the youngest on the ship.”

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you? You don’t set records by taking your time.” You looked down the hall then added, under your breath, “Not that I had much of a choice.”

“They fast tracked you, didn’t they?” he asked.

“You do one thing spectacularly well and there goes your early twenties.”

“You’re still in your early twenties.”

“Exactly.”

“Don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying it.”

“I enjoy this,” you told him with a hand gesturing between the two of you. “I enjoy doing my job. I enjoy being on the front lines of discovery and widespread peace. But,” you tilted your head down towards you ear.

“It’s a lot,” he finished for you.

“It’s so much,” you agreed.

“I’ll make you a deal. While you’re on my ship, I’ll show you how fun this captain thing can be.”

“Even if we’re half the age of everyone but that little Russian boy?”

“Especially if we’re half the age of everyone but Chekov.”

You eyed him for a second. “How many rules are we going to break?”

“Who said anything about breaking rules? I’m not a rule breaker,” he lied.

“You make space look like the wild west.”

He barked out a laugh that died out when he stepped into the senior officers dining room. Two men in blue shirts were already waiting for you.

“You’ve already met Bones,” Jim started.

“Good to see you again,” he greeted and you smiled in return.

“But I didn’t get the chance to introduce you to Commander Spock.” Jim gestured a hand to the other man.

“It’s an honor to met you, Mr. Spock. You’re well regarded at the academy.”

“As I’m sure are you.” Spock took a seat at the round table in the center of the room. “Your mission was a success I trust.”

“Yes,” you answered, following his lead. “It took a little while to find terms that the Antideans would agree to, but eventually they did sign the treaty. The rest of my team remained on Antide Prime to help put everything into place. I however have the great pleasure of reporting back to Command.”

Jim snorted as he joined you at the table, knowing first hand the frustration of having to report anything back to Starfleet Command.

“It’s quite impressive that an officer of your age was able successfully lead those negotiations,” Spock said.

“Thank you, but I was just doing my job. I just happen to excel at negotiations.” You bent down to take a whiff of the food at your place setting before adding somewhat quieter, “Why do you think I passed the Kobayashi Maru?”

“Finally we get to the good stuff,” Jim said, turning in his chair to face you.

“Please, tell us - in front of Spock - how you passed it.” Bones was practically grinning at the prospect.

“It’s really not as big of a deal as everyone makes it out to be,” you dismissed, into your glass.

“Then it won’t be a big deal to tell us about it,” Bones pushed.

“Okay, but you’re going to be disappointed.” You set your glass back down. “From day one the Academy I had heard horror stories about the scenario, both from people who had put the lives of their crew first and people who had put the mission first. It didn’t matter which choice you picked, you failed.”

“Right,”Jim said, clearly eager to hear how you had managed to get around that.

“Well, it didn’t make sense to me that there would only be two options so I chose option C.”

“And what would this ‘option C’ be?” Spock asked.

“Calling ahead,” you said simply and watched as the expressions of the Captain and Doctor turned to ones of confusion. “You don’t enter someone’s house unannounced so why would you enter someone’s space unannounced?”

“You called the Klingons?” the doctor asked, dumbfounded.

“Yes.”

“And what did you say to them?” Jim smiled. You weren’t expecting him to enjoy this, but you were beginning to realize it was going to be harder to figure him out than you had originally thought.

“I explained our situation, reminded them that killing the crew of an unarmed civilian vessel was not an honorable fight, and offered to let them escort us through their space,” you explained.

“That’s it?” Bones seemed almost angry that it had been that easy.

“Well, that and a few comments I feel it’s best not to repeat in English,” you answered. “The Klingons are much more level headed than most people give them credit for.”

“And to think you took it three times and hacked the system,” Bones teased his friend.

“Yeah, if only I’d thought to give the race of angry warriors who shoot first and ask questions never a ring to let them know I was about to fly into the territory,” Jim agree sarcastically.

“It’s okay, Jim, you’re young. You’ll learn,” you smiled slyly.

Tags: @i-am-not-the-real-alice

[janeykath318]

Party Prompt Ficlet #3

Prompt: “Stop Being So Cute!”

Bones x Reader

@musikat18

“Stop Being So Cute!” Leonard grumbled. “I haven’t finished chewing you out for scaring me like that.”

You were resting on a Biobed as a regenerator repaired your numerous injuries, including a broken arm. You were animatedly recounting the chaotic firefight you’d been in to a very interested Nurse Chapel, who was fixing you up, while Leonard sat by your side holding your hand and fretting.

You flashed him an innocent smile.

“You know I can’t help it, Len. That’s just how I am,” You sassed him.

He groaned and sighed, He was astonished at how high your spirits were even after multiple near death experiences in one day and being brought in bleeding like a stuck pig. He’d never understand red shirts and their thirst for danger any more than he understood Jim Kirk. But, he couldn’t deny, you really had a way with words described the whole encounter in a unique and thorough way, unlike Jim. You imitated background noises, the alien language, even used random objects to represent the combatants as you described the conflict to Len and Christine. Even with the pain meds you’d been given, your eyes still managed to be bright and lively and he was unable to take his eyes off you.

“You sure are, darlin’” he said affectionately. “But you’re gonna have to up it another level to make me forget how you looked when they first brought you in here. I thought my heart stopped.”

He brushed his lips over your hand and you melted at the tender gesture. Len got all affectionate once the worst was over and he’d been assured you’d be okay.

“Oh, I’ll make it up to you,” you promised. “I’ve got the perfect way to make sure you have a much more pleasant image in your head.”

Oh, yes, it would be the perfect occasion to break out the contents of the pink bag hidden in your closet. Leonard would find you a lot more than cute in them and it was about time the two of you had a special night.

“I know that face, you’re plotting something, darlin’.” He said, having seen your slightly wicked smile. “What is it?”

“Can’t tell you,” you said slyly. “You’ll find out soon enough, but I promise you’ll like it.”

His eyebrow raised in a very intrigued near-smirk.

“Oooh. I’ll be looking forward to it, but you’d better not try to escape medbay prematurely, ya hear?”

“That was one time!” You huffed. “But I’ll be good.”

“That’s more like it.” Len smiled and leaned in to kiss you, Nurse Chapel having discreetly exited.

You returned it happily, glad to be safe and sound again.

[such-fun]

Fic: Talk Nerdy to Me (Bones x Reader) 1/1.

I don’t know what this is. I wanted to write a short little drabble. It got longer, I got tired, I’m pretty sure it’s ridiculous. But it’s my first foray into Star Trek AOS.

Title: Talk Nerdy to Me

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Summary: Academy-era. Bones isn’t the best flirt, but Jim is a great wingman.

 The pub was overcrowded, a usual sight on an early Friday evening. While you weren’t the biggest fan of crowds, you still found yourself weaving your way to the bar and stealing the last available stool, leaving Jim and Leonard to stand on either side of you.

 Jim, all smiles, shouted his drink order to bartender as you and Leonard shared a wary glance. Letting Jim order for the three of you was not the brightest of ideas. Kirk was the king of drunken mistakes and always did his best to drag the two of you along. Leonard’s smooth talking was the only thing that kept the three of you out of lockup one night.

 Kirk’s enthusiasm was contagious though, so you figured what the hell and downed the shot of who knows what that slid its way towards you. Whatever it was, it was strong as hell and you immediately started to cough as your eyes began to water. Jim cheered, downing his own shot, while Leonard patted you on the back stiffly.

 “God, that’s good!” Jim crowed, slamming his shot glass onto the bar. “Hit me,” he directed the bartender.

 “You might want to pace yourself there,” Leonard warned with a slight scowl, but Kirk waved him off.

 “It’s a day of celebration, Bones! I will go down in history! No one has defeated the Kobayashi Maru! Did you see their faces?” Jim chortled. “Hell, you should have seen your face.”

 “My expression was one of shock and suspicion,” he countered, not even bothering to hide his frown now. “There’s a reason no one has beat the Kobayashi Maru. It’s an unwinnable scenario.”

 “No such thing—” Jim smirked, looking to you for support.

 You raised your hands in defense; “Don’t try to use that smile on me, Kirk. You know the Admiral is bound to call you into his office. You’re not taking me down with you.”

 “You are terrible friends,” Jim snorted, drinking another shot. “I did the impossible! You should be congratulating me!”

 “Congratulations, Jim. You cheated on the most important test in Starfleet Academy and now you might get expelled,” Leonard said dryly, toasting his drink mockingly.

 “I’m not going to get expelled,” Kirk rolled his eyes and you shook your head in amusement.

 “Notice how he didn’t deny cheating,” you turned to Leonard with a laugh. His eyes sparkled with delight and you fought hard to not get lost in them. Not that he would notice, you admitted to yourself bemused.

 “No point in it, darlin’,” you glanced down, trying to hide your blush at his endearment. “He may be a genius, but he’s also a damn fool.”

 “You want to talk fool?” Jim smirked slyly. “How about you, Bones? Standing over there glaring at me when there’s a pretty girl right in front of you.”

 Leonard sputtered in embarrassment, “Dammit man, don’t change the subject!”

 “Consider the subject officially changed,” Jim announced gleefully. You didn’t know what to say, so you just glanced back and forth between Jim’s rosy-cheeked grin and Leonard’s flustered grimace with wide eyes.

 “You two have been friends for three years,” he waggled his finger teasingly in your faces. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to watch her bat her eyes at you while you’ve had your nose buried in a book?” You blanched, but Jim continued on before you could shut him up, this time turning to Leonard.

 “And don’t even get me started on you, Mister Cynicism,” he scoffed as Bones glared at him. “We share a room and you talk in your sleep.”

 “Are you out of your corn-fed mind?” Leonard hissed, leaning in close to Jim, teeth clenched.

 “Oh relax, Bones,” Jim sighed, clapping a hand on each of your shoulders. “She likes you, you like her. Just get together already!”

 You were mortified, no way to hide the scarlet blush across your cheeks now. Bones, on the other hand, looked murderous.

 “I’ll have you know—” Leonard attempted to argue, but Jim wasn’t having it.

 “Forget it, I’ll do it.” Turning you bodily on the barstool so you now faced him, Jim tried his best to put on a serious face. “Pretend I’m Bones—am I moody enough?” he wondered, giving an exaggerated broody expression. His lips were pursed and tugged downward, and you had to stop yourself from letting a giggle slip out at the ridiculous picture. He took that as a good sign.

 “So cadet, are you a phaser? Because you’re absolutely stunning.” You couldn’t resist a bark of laughter, as Leonard watched with confusion.

 The doctor raised a bewildered brow. “Are you hitting on her for me?”

 “You were taking too long,” Jim countered, quite pleased with himself as he turned to you. “Anything to add?”

 Jim huffed when you shook your head no, not saying a word. “Right, where was I? Okay…now pretend I’m the lovely lady here.” This time he turned his attention back to Leonard and his expression become softer, almost woefully besotted as he fluttered his lashes. Bones resisted the urge to smile, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching.

 “Oh Doctor,” he sighed in a high pitch, more feminine voice, “Is your name Flecainide? Because I think you just made my heart skip a beat.”

 Leonard couldn’t hold in an incredulous chuckle as you smacked Jim lightly on the arm.

 “Seriously?” you eyed the blonde in disbelief. “Flecainide? That’s the best you could come up with?”

 “He’s a doctor,” Jim shrugged with a lopsided grin. “He doesn’t like it dirty, he likes it nerdy.”

 “Jesus,” you muttered as Bones gave Jim a halfhearted glare, looking marginally less homicidal.

 “Consider the ice broken,” Kirk declared with a bow. “Now I am going to go say hello to a rather lonely looking nurse over there, while you two—make out, or make moon eyes at each other—whatever,” he suggested with a playful wiggle of his brows. “I just better not see you in our room tonight, Bones. That’s all I’m saying…” he added, offering a teasing wink as he swaggered away.

 “Well that was…” Leonard drawled.

 “Something,” you finished with a giggle, glad to see the small smile on Leonard’s face. “Looks like you got kicked out of your room.”

 “If it’s choice between sleeping on the couch in the common room or in my bed while Jim ‘entertains’ that nurse, I’ll gladly take the couch,” he admitted with a snort.

 “The couch is nice and all,” you agreed cautiously, “but my bed is much more comfortable…”

 Bones eyed you with intensity, considering your suggestion for a heart-stoppingly long moment before giving you that lazy smile that always made you melt.

 “Now a man would truly have to be a fool to say no to that.”

[thesoftdumbass]

Writer’s Block

Leonard McCoy X Reader

Your husband Leonard helps you out when you have writer's block

Words: 576

Warnings: Sexual references, implied sexy times (nothing steamy), writing frustrations, neglected self-care? fluff

Author’s Note: Here’s another Len imagine! It’s kinda short but I’m apparently not very wordy lately. Anyways! I hope this may help someone out there struggling with writer’s block or something of the sort. Basically un-edited, sorry! Also, sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors. Enjoy!

-Taylor

(All gif credit goes to owners)

You have been holed up in your office at home for the last three days, trying to finish a chapter for your publisher. He gave you a deadline that is due in one week. Well, six days now. You only have a few pages done on the chapter but Shawn knows you work best under pressure. That jerk.

You feel bad for focusing on your writing, though, because your husband is home on shore leave and you want to spend your time with him and not hunched over your laptop like Quasimodo. Len knows that you need to work and he understands, but he also knows that you need a rest for your physical -and mental- health. You are starting to lose your sanity.

Leonard came into your office with a mug of tea and a plate of your favorite food. "You haven't left your office other than to use the bathroom. Did you even sleep last night? You need to eat, Darlin'. I seriously hope you take better care of yourself when I'm gone," he says with a serious face and a caring tone.

"I do Len, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed. Thank you for taking care of me. You're the best a girl could ask for!"

"It's cause I love you. Now, you need to take a break and eat before I sedate you and you're forced to rest."

You gasp at the threat. "You wouldn't dare!" you exclaim.

Leonard smiles slyly, walking closer and spinning your desk chair to face him. "I have a hypo in my pocket."

You frown playfully, "And here I thought you were just excited to see me." Len gives you a pointed look and you give in. "Fine, fine. I guess I didn't realize how hungry I was," you grumble and reach for the plate, taking a bite.

"Good girl. So how's it coming?" You let out what can best be described as a growl, and Leonard chuckles. "That well, huh?"

"I am absolutely stuck! I know that this scene is important to the chapter, and the book, but I can't find a way for it to progress! Maybe I should just call Shawn and ask for an extension," you say defeated.

"You are not calling your publisher. I believe in you, as a person and as a writer. If you can't find a way to write this scene right now, maybe you can skip it and come back to it later," your husband suggests.

"That's actually a great idea, Leonard. Thank you!"

"I'm not just good for my legendary hands, sweetheart," Len wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you and you giggle, leaning forward and placing a sweet kiss to his lips.

"I love you so much. You mean the world to me, did you know that," you asked your husband rhetorically.

"I love you too. You are the most important person in my life. Now, away from the computer," Len says slowly, pulling you from the bright screen. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course, Love. What is it," you ask curiously.

"I actually don't have a hypo in my pocket," he says wickedly.

"Well then Doctor, I think it's time for me to take a break."

Leaving your food forgotten, you retreat to your bedroom with your husband. After that, you were relaxed enough to finish your chapter in time. Let's just say, you knew of a way to get work done from now on.

[miss-musings]

The Blacklist: REWRITTEN

So, I’ve been doing a lot of criticizing and complaining about how I think the Blacklist has gone off the rails and is no longer the quality show that it once was. So, to be more constructive and fair, I decided to rewrite the Blacklist to address some of the weaknesses I believe the show has (namely, the lack of character development for Liz, the whole Tom Keen ‘redemption’ storyline, etc.)

I have a whole separate post outlining what changes I made and why.

Now, to be fair to the show-writers, I tried to stay as close to the show as I could. I introduced many of the same bad guys and plotlines, but tried to improve them with some major rewrites or minor tweaks.

And, yes, while I am a Lizzington fan, I didn’t incorporate any more “Lizzington-friendly elements” than what’s already in the show. This isn’t fanfiction, really; this is just trying to point out where I think the show could’ve done better. So, no, in my rewrite, Liz and Red don’t hookup in S3a. Their relationship in this version is just as vague as it is in the actual show -- are they relatives, teacher/student, romantic interests?? Who knows?

Again, this is a summary outline. I tried to write it like one would write a Wikipedia season synopsis, and tried not to go into all the minutia of the various plots. Also, for simplicity, I tried to focus only on Liz and Red, and the various season-long arcs. Any character development from or subplots involving Cooper, Aram, Ressler, Meera, Samar, Mr. Kaplan, Dembe, etc., is left to the imagination. Sorry.

So, without further ado, because this is long enough as is, let’s jump right into it:

Season 1

Red enters Liz’s life on her first day as a profiler for the FBI. He offers himself as a criminal informant and a task force is set up (the Post Office) to work with him to catch criminals on his ‘Blacklist.’ Red uses this Blacklist to target criminals with ties to an individual/organization that is later named Berlin. All the while, Red hints to Liz that her husband Tom is not who he claims to be. At first, Liz rejects this notion. But, she continues to find evidence, with Red’s prompting, that Tom does have some criminal connections. Tom denies this until Liz catches him red-handed. The two then fight and Tom said he was never there to hurt Liz before making his escape. Red is unable to track him down. By the end of the season, it’s discovered that Berlin is an organization run by a man with the same name. Berlin feels he needs to personally step in and try to eliminate Reddington, who has made a big enough dent in his organization; he flies to NY, and the Task Force almost catches him, but he eludes them, and continues to come after them. Red, who has found Tom and realizes he is working for Berlin, captures him and gives him to Liz, under the assumption she will kill him. She wants to, but Tom’s fate is unclear as the season ends. Red, realizing Berlin is after him, and not really the Task Force, offers to leave, but Liz decides they need to keep working together and tells him not to.

Season 2a

With Berlin’s identity now known to Red and the Task Force, he amps up his game, kidnapping Naomi and threatening Liz. Red is having none of it, and arranges a meeting with Berlin to find out why he’s so hell-bent on coming after him. Berlin explains that Red is responsible for his daughter’s death and he wants revenge. Red begins making arrangements to find Berlin’s daughter, using the Task Force to help him. Liz and the others have trouble believing that Berlin’s daughter is still alive, but help him anyway. Once they find her, they trade her to Berlin for information on who really set Berlin after Red. Berlin says that he was told and convinced of Red’s evil by his second-in-command, Mr. X. Berlin explains he’s never actually met Mr. X, who has only ever worked with him through messengers and agents. At that very time, an agent of Mr. X approaches members of the Cabal, saying that Mr. X would offer his services in exchange for the Cabal going after Reddington. Fitch, who has been protecting Reddington, under the impression he has the Fulcrum, disagrees with this idea, but his colleagues agree to it without him, and decide to make a show of force to Reddington by strapping a bomb on Fitch and having him deliver a message: that the Cabal is coming for him. Fitch then dies in the explosion.

Meanwhile, Red finds out that, rather than killing Tom, Liz instead has been keeping him alive and interrogating him for information on Berlin and Mr. X. The information is nuggets of truth, but some of them are vague in whether they are true or false. Tom ends up emotionally manipulating Liz and tricking her to make his escape. Red said that Tom has learned his lesson from his last escape, and now knows how to fly under Red’s radar.

Tom offers himself to Mr. X’s liaison as an asset in the ongoing fight against Red.

Season 2b

With Mr. X telling the Cabal that Red is bluffing about having the Fulcrum, the Cabal sends Braxton to a blacksite to find out where the Fulcrum really is. Red allows himself to be captured and taken to said blacksite so as to thwart this plan, but Liz and the Task Force comes to his rescue. Liz is endangered and captured by Braxton, who has realized she knows about the Fulcrum’s last known whereabouts. He has her memory manipulated to disclose information, but Liz doesn’t know much. Red comes to her rescue and kills Braxton. He then uses Braxton’s corpose as a show of force to the Cabal’s lead man, the Director, who is totally cool with collaborating with Mr. X on taking down Reddington. The Director makes it very clear the Cabal is coming after Red, using Mr. X’s intel and resources to their full extent. Red says he’s eager for the challenge, but --deep-down -- is extremely concerned for Liz’s and others’ safety. Liz discovers she has the Fulcrum, which was hidden in her childhood stuffed bunny toy.

Red and the Cabal begin a sort of war of attrition, with both of them going after the other’s agents, assets and resources. This culminates in Red getting shot by the Cabal’s people, and Liz working with Leonard Caul (an associate of Fitch’s) to prove that Red does have the Fulcrum. The Cabal decides to change its tactic: instead of having Red killed and bringing down his criminal empire, they’re going to weaken the Task Force, leaving him vulnerable to be taken into Federal custody. Thus, the Cabal starts going after the Task Force members – physically, emotionally, financially, etc. This culminates in Liz being the one to decide whether the Cabal’s plans will go forward, via its agent the Attorney General, or whether to kill him and save herself, Reddington and her colleagues. Liz shoots the AG and goes on the run with Red, demonized by the Cabal and the media as a criminal. The Task Force is split on whether Liz is truly a criminal or if she merely saved them from the Cabal, or both.

Season 3a

Liz and Red are on the run, staying just one step ahead of the Feds. Red, seeing all that the Cabal is capable of, asks Liz whether she wants to fight to clear her name, or get away and try to live a peaceful life in a sort of exile. Liz chooses to fight for herself. Liz and Red begin a campaign against the Cabal, getting some secret help from Task Force members, until Red is captured by Solomon. Liz then leverages the Director to have Red released; however, in doing so, she is captured herself. The Director tries to manipulate Liz, telling her that if she switches sides, she’ll have the idyllic life and all the answers she wants, as Red can’t or won’t provide her with either. Liz tells him to go to hell.

With Liz going to trial for murder, terrorism and conspiracy, Red kidnaps the Director and uses the Fulcrum to leverage the Cabal’s second-in-command Laurel Hitchin for Liz’s release. Liz takes a plea deal ensuring that she will be free, but will be a marked criminal for the rest of her life, and can never be an FBI agent again. Cooper offers to continue having her on the Task Force as an asset, or criminal informant, like Reddington.

With the Director dead by Red’s hand and the contents of the Fulcrum released to the public, the Cabal begins to break up into splinter factions. Hitchin, who has taken over the largest splinter faction, wants to continuing having Mr. X on her side. With him, their faction would be the largest and the strongest out of all the little Cabal splinter groups.

Hitchin contacts Mr. X’s representative, who agrees that it’s time for a new strategy. The rep says Mr. X plans to handle Reddington and his new protégé personally; it will just be a short time before everything is in place for him to come forward and reveal himself.

Season 3b

Between her time on the run, her new criminal record, her inability to be an FBI agent, and the Director’s weird allusions to her past… Liz decides to take some time away from the Task Force, to research her parents. Red slyly thwarts her efforts to find answers, making Liz only more frustrated and jaded with him. She calls him out on his bullshit, but he claims that it’s all in an effort to protect her, and she simply has to trust him. After all they’ve been through in S3a, Liz agrees, but is still unhappy about the whole thing. She channels her frustration into becoming a hardened CI, profiling and intimidating criminals into giving her information for the Task Force to use. Hitchin continues to remain on the periphery of the Task Force’s radar, checking in on them and flaunting her public power over them.

While Liz is flying back from an assignment overseas, Hitchin confronts Reddington, telling him that he might’ve dented the Cabal, but that Mr. X is still fighting, and he’s finally decided to handle matters personally. Red, unintimidated, asks what that means. Hitchin means that Mr. X is eliminating Elizabeth Keen as they speak. Red looks horrified. He and the Task Force attempt to contact her, but nothing goes through. Reports come in that Liz’s plane crashed. Looking through the wreckage, there’s a body that’s identified as Liz’s.

With Liz presumed dead, Red and the Task Force members mourn her. Aram, though, through his hacking, wonders whether the body was really Liz’s. He requests Red’s help to track down Mr. X. Red reluctantly agrees. The Task Force works to find Mr. X, culminating in the finale’s revelation that Liz is alive. In a flashback, we see that, shortly before the plane goes down, an extraction craft lands on it, and Tom boards and takes Liz, replacing her with a body double.

Liz, who wakes up in an ill-lit room, is confronted by Mr. X, who is not a man at all, but a woman – her mother, Katarina Rostova.

Season 4a

Meeting her mother, whom she’d thought dead, for the first time in at least two decades, Liz is absolutely furious that her mother would have her kidnapped and essentially hold her hostage to get to Reddington. Katarina explains that for a long time, she had no idea what had happened to Liz (whos real name is Masha) and wondered if she had died. She kept tabs on Red for years, wondering if Liz was still alive. Sure enough, Red eventually led KR to Liz, inadvertently, and KR sent her man Tom to keep an eye on Liz and try to prevent Reddington influencing her further, until she could reveal herself to Liz. But, once Red came into her life and helped Liz blow Tom's cover, it was going to be nearly impossible for KR to extract her from Red. But, considering everything that happened with her going on the run in S3a, Katarina had to pull her away now, or risk losing her (emotionally) to Reddington forever. Katarina said she’d already lost Liz in every way that matters, and needed to enter her life now or never. Liz is still frustrated, but is starting to understand her mother’s reasoning.

(Liz also has a conversation with Tom where they each make it clear that they've moved on, that they did what they had to do, but they've forgiven the other for it.)

While Red and the Task Force continue searching for where Mr. X has taken Liz, Liz and her mother grow much closer. Katarina begins to demonstrate to Liz that Red, while he has good intentions, is an unhealthy friend/mentor/ally for her to have. Liz is unsure, but Katarina then tries a new approach – that they forget about Reddington, and work together, mother and daughter. Katarina says she has a lot to teach her daughter about espionage, manipulation, etc. Liz says she’s eager to learn. The two ladies then go on a lot of covert assignments, with Red and the Task Force following closely behind, aware that Liz is alive, and that Mr. X is making these moves, but unaware of Liz’s involvement or Mr. X’s identity. Liz learns a great deal from her mom on these assignments, but is unaware that her mother (and Hitchin) are using her to help take down Red’s empire.

In the penultimate episode before the fall finale, Liz and Red both realize the truth: that Liz has been helping to dismantle Red’s empire. Both feel conflicted about this revelation. In a rare moment alone with her, and still unaware of who Mr. X is, Red begs Liz to stop and come back. She refuses, and says she’s found what she’s been looking for. Red begins to piece together the truth: that Katarina is still alive. This is confirmed at the very end of the episode, when he spies Katarina (with Liz) for the first time in 25 years. He barely recognizes her, but Liz’s feelings for her mother give everything away.

In the finale, Red goes after Katarina with a vengeance, determined to get Liz away from her. In a final confrontation, Liz -- conflicted about everything that has happened since before her kidnapping -- decides to leave both her mother and Red, demanding that neither follow her. Both try to track her down, but to no avail. Liz has completely disappeared.

Katarina tells Red, in a moment of truce, that she’s walking away from everything. Liz was the only thing that mattered, and without her love and loyalty, there’s nothing left for her. It’s unclear whether she means to kill herself or simply walk away from her criminal empire and identity as Mr. X. Red says he’s going after Liz. KR asks him why, and he says he thought he’d lost her once, and he can’t do it again. Before he has a chance to either kill KR or let her go, Katarina disappears into the night, and Red mulls about the future. Liz is on a train, going anywhere, ready to make a fresh start.

Season 4b

In a two-part spring opener, Red hires Tom to find Liz, because he knows KR's network and Liz's decision-making processes. It's been a few months, and Liz has moved to a new city under a new identity. She's dyed her hair and does odd criminal jobs as a way to make money, and has tried dating again to regain some normalcy. Tom eventually finds Liz, and tells her that Cooper wants to meet with her just one time. If she doesn't like what he has to say, she can walk away, and no one will follow her again. Liz is confused -- Cooper and not Reddington? No, Tom says, Reddington won't be there. He's concerned for her, but he realizes he needs to keep his distance and let her decide. But, she decides to meet with Cooper, who says that he's obtained a Presidential Pardon: if she wants, she can come back to the Task Force as an FBI agent. She doesn't have to be a criminal anymore.

Liz says she does want to come back, but not quite yet. Cooper makes it clear that the Pardon is only applicable to her manslaughter charge from S3a, and doesn't apply to any current or future crimes. If she continues her present course, she could be caught again, and the Pardon would be worth nothing. Liz says she understands, and she'll try not to get caught. Cooper walks away, almost proud of her.

Cooper and Red talk about whether Liz will come back or not. Both seem to be torn on the idea -- Liz has always been drawn to the criminal world, and yet she's always wanted the simple life, too -- helping people, raising a family, etc. It's harder to do that when you're constantly looking over your shoulder, Red explains.

Liz shows up at the Post Office, and talks to Red. She says she'll come back on the condition that he help her find her father, re-continuing the search she began in S3b. He reiterates that her father is dead, and Liz says that she asked her mother about it several times in S4a, but KR never talked to her about it. Red says he's not going to help her find her father, because if she knew his identity, she'd be in great danger. Liz says she's already in great danger, and she deserves to know the truth. He still refuses, and pleads with her to not look any further.

Liz lies and seemingly agrees to Red’s request, and comes back to work at the Post Office, and the crew works to take down more of Hitchin’s goons so as to further dismantle what remains of the Cabal.

Over the next few weeks -- without Red's knowledge or blessing -- Liz continues to research clues about her father's identity. Continuing to hit dead ends, she puts up the proverbial Bat Signal, hoping that KR will come to find her again. She does, and in the finale, KR tells Liz that her father is Raymond Reddington.

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Let me know what you think!

Again, if you wanted to read through my reasoning for each major change, click on this article.

Thanks for sticking with me till the end!

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

The One, part 4

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst, a little twist at the end of this one

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?

The One Masterlist

“They should call you the Meddling Doctor, ” you teased Leonard. The two of you were comparing reports on your PADDs and he had mentioned yet again what had happened nearly a week ago.

“I'm just asking, I can ask questions right? This is my Medbay, or has Jim transferred the duties to someone far less qualified?”

You snorted and placed the PADD down, “What do you want me to say? That I completely embarrassed myself in front of my fellow crew mates? Or that I'm pretty certain Jim hates me? Because that is all just fine and dandy, Lee.”

He rolled his eyes, “You are being over dramatic. Jim doesn't hate you.”

“Well he should,” you muttered under your breath.

Bones gave you a long and hard look, before opening his mouth once again. “So you covered up some silly tattoo. You've said it yourself, it's been years since the two of you were together.”

“So he told you about the tattoo,” you perked up and smiled slyly at the doctor.

“What can I say? I'm just so easy to talk to,” Leonard grinned and you rolled your eyes. “But come on darlin’, what happened between the two of you?”

“Bones,” you warned pushing away from counter and toward the patient in bed 2. Thinking the relentless doctor was done interrogating you, you proceeded to look over the woman in the bed. Until Leonard came up behind you and started pestering you some more.

“Are you speaking on behalf of Jim? Or is it pure curiosity? Because you do what know happened to the cat, right?”

Leonard let out a rough huff and followed you away from the patient, “I'm not going to meow for you, but sure out of pure curiosity.”

You walked over to one of the empty beds and sat on the edge of it, “I'm only going to say this once, so listen up.”

The handsome doctor stood in front of you, hands crossed against his chest waiting for you to go on.  

“We were 17, Lee. Kids. I had left for the summer for an art program and well, I never came back.”

“Jesus, so you left Jim behind? Didn't even tell him?”

You winced at his words, because the truth hurt. But you had your reasons. “I did and that's why he hates me.”

Leonard stood quiet for a moment, adding things up in his head until he slowly shook his head. “That can't be just it, you're not telling me something.”

You sighed and ran a hand over your face. Standing up from the bed, you patted a hand onto Leonard’s shoulder. “Somethings are better left unsaid, we all have our secrets Lee. Just leave it alone, please.”

“So she thinks I hate her?” Jim scoffed and leaned against Leonard’s desk. His friend leaned back into his chair and shrugged.

“That’s what she told me, said that some things were better left unsaid. That everyone had their secrets. And then she told me to drop it.”

Jim’s eyes darted to the doctor, “Secrets?”

“Secrets.” Bones repeated, his hand opened the bottom draw of his desk. Jim watched his friend pull out a bottle of whiskey and two small glasses. “You look like you need a drink.”

“Thanks, Bones,” Jim reached down for his drink and quickly took an extra long sip. The drink ran smoothly down his throat and he let out a soft ‘ah’ before nodding to Leonard.  “What secrets?”

“How am I supposed to know? You’re the one that was with her.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t understand,” Jim’s eyes peered down into his drink, he whooshed the alcohol around and wondered where it all went wrong.

“What do you mean you’re not coming back!” Jim’s panic voice hit your ears harshly, tears welled up in your eyes. He was staring at you in disbelief, his eyes scanned your face for evidence of humor.

“I'm sorry, Jim. It’s just this place is great and they said I had real talent,” you summoned up a smile and tried to shrug it off. You were dreading this video call for weeks and now this was it.

“But you’ll be back eventually, right?” His face lit up in hope as he brushed hair from his handsome face.You could almost feel his touch on you and it killed you. 

Your lips trembled and you wished you could tell him the truth. That you didn’t want to stay, that you wanted to rush home. Right into his arms. But you were scared, terrified.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe, someday,” you whispered, hoping he’d understand.

Jim stood there in silence as his heart dropped hard. What did he do? He must have done something to drive you away, to make you want stay away. He ran a million different moments the two of you had through his head, trying to find the one that made you change your mind. That changed the way you felt about him.

“What did I do?”

“Oh god,” you stuttered pulling back a sob, Jim ran a hand over his face. “Jim it’s not that, I want to be here. I need to be here.”

“You were always a terrible liar,” he laughed dryly. He wanted to be strong, he was strong. “Listen, just have fun. Work hard. Call me in a few weeks. I’ll be here.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and took a deep breath, “Okay. I have to go now.”

“Alright,” Jim’s voice cracked as he said goodbye. But then he steadied his face and smiled brightly at you. He leaned forward and stared right into your eyes. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jim. Bye.”

Jim took another sip of the smooth whiskey and thought of that video call, because it was the last time he saw your face. He had lost you for good and he never knew why. And now you were here, nearly 13 years later. For the life of him, Jim could not get over the fact that you decided to board his ship. To transfer knowing he was the Captain. Was it like you said? That you had the desire to be on the best ship in the Fleet? Were you just running away from a cheating ex? Or did you come back for unfinished business?

“Maybe I’m playing myself, Bones,” Jim glanced over to the man, his eyes somber and light. “It has been a long time, we hardly know each other now.”

“That’s all true.”

“Exactly, I’ve gone all these years without thinking much of her,” Jim’s eyes caught Leonard’s unconvinced smile, “Okay, so I thought about her, but she obviously has moved on. So I will too.”

“If you say so,” Leonard finished his drink and stood up from his seat. “Maybe you should start by filling in that little tattoo of yours.”

Jim smirked setting his empty glass down. “I suppose so.”

You stood on the observation deck, staring out into the vast darkness. The stars were so different from up here, you felt homesick. You thought about your parents and if they were okay. You probably should call them soon. Sighing you grip the sketch pad in your hand and flipped it open, you landed on a small sketch. A pair of mesmerizing blue eyes smiled up at you, a pouty little mouth and cute little dimples. You grinned and bit down on your lip.

“I should have never came here,” you whispered to no one. Tears fell down your face, so you moved closer to the window and pressed a hand on the glass. You should have stayed on the USS Inquisitor, but instead you ran away. Ran away from Ranin and his cheating, just like you ran away from Jim. You were cowardly and this time age was not a factor, you couldn’t put the blame on being a sullen teenager. It was time to face the past, to tell the truth. No matter how badly it stung and pained you, it was no longer easy to hold on to. The truth was baring down on you, crushing everything inside you. It needed to be released.

Leonard strolled into the SickBay, assigning a few tasks to the nurses on duty. He took his cup of coffee and walked over to where he had left his PADD, but there were two. He groaned because the other was most likely yours. Setting his cup down he grabbed one of the PADDs and turned it on, it was not his. He flipped through the report, wondering what patient report you were looking over. It was a medical history, intrigued the doctor went through it contently, humming away until something caught his eye. A single line in the report.

Stardate 2250:  Gave birth to healthy male.

Leonard quickly scrolled up to the top of the report, trying to figure out who the medical history belonged to. His heart pounded away and he hoped it wasn’t who he thought. But sure enough when he reached the top, your name was right there.

Secrets, he thought. We all have secrets.

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All Tied Up

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader x Castiel (McCastiel x Reader)

Words: 1,276

Warnings: Swearing, threesome, dry humping, anal fingering (male receiving), anal sex, vaginal sex, grace!kink, bondage, bondage by grace!kink.

 “You know, I think you’re right, Cas,” You said, a small, wicked smile curving your lips. “He does look better like this.” You tilted your head and took a small step toward him. “I can’t wait to see what he looks like all hot and bothered.”  

 “Neither can I.”

 Was Cas smiling as well? Leonard groaned and closed his eyes . He still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten here - stripped to his boxers and pinned to the bed - but he couldn’t bring himself to complain.

 Especially not when his two favorite people were standing just a few feet away from him.

 You watched him for a moment, enjoying the rare sight of Leonard laid out like this (usually it was you that was pinned down). Then you glanced at Cas. “Can I?” You thought at him.

He nodded, not taking his eyes off of Leonard. “Go ahead.”

Leonard felt the bed move and opened his eyes just in time to see you climb onto the bed. You paused to pull off your boots, then you crawled over to him. “Hey, Lee,” You said softly.

 “Hey, darlin’,” He breathed. He went to touch the side of your face, but his arm wouldn’t move.

 You pressed your lips together, obviously holding back laughter. “See what it’s like to be on the receiving end?” You teased. Before Leonard could retort, you placed both of your hands on either side of his head and kissed him.

 The kiss was short and sweet and he groaned when you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth for a moment before you pulled away. You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to the corner of his jaw. You pulled away and moved, swinging your leg over him so you could straddle him. His body was warm, even through the fabric of your uniform dress. You flicked your eyes over to Cas, meeting his blue gazed as you leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss the most sensitive spot on Leonard’s neck.

Leonard gasped and grasped the sheets in his hands. He tried to push his body up into yours, but you shifted, holding your body just out of range of his. “Y/N,” He murmured.

 You responded by nipping the spot just under his ear.

 Cas was definitely smiling now as you kissed, nipped, and sucked every inch of Leonard’s throat. He stood just a few inches from the bed, watching Leonard try to arch up against you again for a few moments before climbing on the bed to join you. As you nipped the ball of Leonard’s shoulder, Cas half-leaned over him. “Are you enjoying this, honeybee?” He asked, running his fingers through the doctor’s hair.

 “Yes,” Leonard moaned, shivering when Cas’s nails scratched his scalp.

Cas’s smile grew and he bent his head to kiss him as he placed his other hand on your back, pushing you down when Leonard writhed. You gasped when Leonard’s clothed erection rubbed against your core. “Lee.”

 “Y/N, Cas. Please,” Leonard whined as Cas broke the kiss.

 You gave his shoulder one last parting nip before sitting up. “Please what?” You asked teasingly.

He whined again. “Darlin’, please, I need-” He broke off with choked moan when you rolled your hips against his. “Now, that’s not fair.”

 “All’s fair in love and war,” You said. Leonard narrowed his eyes at her - that was his line.

 His eyes rolled back when you rolled your hips a second time. “Fuck! Y/N, darlin’, fuck me, please!”

 “As you wish.” You grinned at Cas as he sat up. “I like him like this. Can we do it again?”

 Cas pursed his lips and studied Leonard for a moment. “Yes.”

 Again? Leonard groaned and thunked his head back against the mattress. He wasn’t sure he was going to make through this time.

 He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Cas shifted and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You moaned into it and clutched at Cas’s hips.. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” Cas murmured against your lips.

 “So are you,” You murmured back, slipping your hands under his science blue shirt.

Cas pulled away and snapped his fingers and yours and his clothes (and Leonard’s boxers) disappeared. You and Leonard both cried out as Leonard’s cock nestled in your folds. Another snap and Cas was holding a bottle of lube in his hand. You gave him another lingering kiss before leaning down over Leonard.

 “You’re doing so good, Lee,” You whispered, reaching up and twining your fingers with his. “I love you.”

 “Love you, too, darlin’.” His voice was strained, accent thick. “Need you.” He looked over yout shoulder at Cas. “Both of you.”

 You felt Cas kneeling behind her, between Leonard’s legs. “Almost there, baby. Just a few more minutes.”

 “Patience is a virtue,” Cas added cheekily. There was a click as he popped open the bottle and squeezed some lube onto his fingers.

 Leonard rolled his eyes. “Except when it takes too long,” He muttered under his breath.

 Then he cried out when Cas started nudging a finger into his ass. “Fuck!”  

 “What were you saying, honeybee?” Cas asked him. You couldn’t see him, but you just knew that he was raising an eyebrow.

 “Cas!” Leonard gasped, raising his hips to meet Cas’s finger, causing you to moan and squeeze his hands when the head of his cock nestled in your folds.  You kissed Leonard, swallowing the whine the that escaped his throat when Cas pressed a second finger into him and curled them towards his prostate. “You look so good like this,” You breathed against his lips. “All hot and bothered and just melting into mine and Cas’s touch. You’re being so good for us, Lee. So, so good.”

 Leonard groaned and clutched at your hands. “Y/N, Cas… God, I love you.”

  “We love you, too, honeybee,” Cas said as he continued to work him open.

 By the time Cas finally pulled his fingers from Leonard’s ass, you weren’t sure which of them was more turned on, but you were glad when Cas kissed your back and tapped your hip with lube-slick fingers. “Ready, honeybee?”

“Blue Eyes, I’ve been ready since we started this.” Letting go of Leonard’s hands, you sat up and grasped his cock.

 Yours and Cas’s moans were drowned out by Leonard’s wail of pleasure as you sank down on him and Cas pushed into him. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

 “Shit.” You lifted yourself up until he was barely inside you, then sank back down, both of you moaning. “You feel so good, Lee.”

 “Very good,” Cas grunted as he started to thrust.

 None of you lasted long after that.

 Leonard was the first to come. Cas hit his prostate and he cried out, clenching around him and arching as he spilled into her. The sight of Leonard losing it sent Cas over the edge - his thrusts became erratic as his hips stuttered and he came with a drawn-out moan. Cas wrapped an arm around you and slipped his hand between your legs to rub at your clit. You came not long after with a cry of both of their names.

 A few minutes later, you and Cas collapsed on either side of Leonard, breathing heavily. Cas released his grace’s hold on Leonard’s arms and he immediately wrapped his arms around the two of you, pulling close to him.

 “Fuck,” Leonard breathed. “That was… amazing.”

  “It was,” Cas agreed. “You were so good for us, honeybee.”

 “Darlin’…” Leonard looked between the two of you. “Did you say something about doing this again?”

You and Cas both nodded, smiling slyly.

 “Fuck.”