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Prompt: For your 200 followers celebration: Prompt: Kirk is going to kill you Pairing: McCoy x Reader Good luck and well done on your achievement. For @mysteriouslyme81

Warnings: just a little kissy kiss.

Pairing: McCoy/reader

A/N: Not exactly what I wanted, or what the prompt asked. But I hope this okay....

Jim Kirk started picking up on the relationship not long after you and Leonard started dating. You were a bridge officer, nothing special, just making sure all the readings stayed the same. It started when you Leo just kept looking at one another. Catching glances and smiling, sometimes it was warm and appreciative. On other days it was a sly smile, like the two of you, were sharing a secret. Jim let it go, you two couldn't have been running around without him knowing.

Then he caught the soft touches as you left the bridge. Or short small appreciative words across the bridge. Being the mature Captain he was, he would never spy on his crew. But he was not above sending his young Russian whiz kid to see if you two were up to something. “Think of it as ensuring proper crew relations.”

“But, sir, this is Doctor McCoy’s personal life.”

“Just do it. I’m going to kill him if I find out he’s dating without telling me! I’ve been telling him to get with Y/N for weeks!”

You were on a biobed being treated with what Leonard called, an old-fashioned physical exam. It was making out, pure kissing and roaming hands. You let your thumbs run over the light stubble that had grown that day. He nipped your lips and you squeaked, “Leo!”

“Leo?”

You both stilled at the unfamiliar voice. “He lets you call him Leo? Anything other than Leonard or Bones, which took a long time, by the way, gets me decked!” Slowly Leonard removed his mouth from yours and looked to the angry, but slightly bemused captain.

“Jim, please leave.”

“Why didn’t you tell me!? Bones, we are best friends! I was telling you to flirt Y/N up!”

Bones sighed heavily, “Because I knew you’d react like this. I just wanted to try love again in quiet. Jim, you know how personal this is to me. H-How scared I am to try again. I just needed this to be private.” Jim sighed and closed the distance. He looked up at you then his eyes landed back on Len. He clapped his friend on the back and smiled.

“I know. I have a tendency to get my nose in everything. Y/N, take care of him.” Jim Kirk turned and walked out, “Remember to use protection.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Leonard muttered before you pulled him back into the kiss.

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[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Its Not You...?

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: N/A

Warning: N/A

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom​ aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

Request/Summary: Requested by anon: Could I request a thing from X Men where the reader is a female mutant that can transform into animals, and she stays with Hank and Charles from the 60’s to the 70’s?

Gender neutral

“I thought it was weird that I could turn blue, but at least I don’t turn into a cat and stalk people! I know you’re listening to me! Don’t give me that confused look!” 

“Why are you yelling at a cat?” You walked into the drawing room to see Hank yelling at a random moggy. It was rather bizarre watching him point his finger, hand on one hip, and admonish a creature that obviously could care less. 

“Wait...its not...its not you?” You watched Hank look between you and the cat with what appeared to be increasing embarrassment as he realised the person he thought he was talking to was not in fact a person at all. 

“Duh, genius. Did you think it was me?”

“Maybe...”

“Wow.” After all this time and he still can’t seem to grasp that you had a particular pattern no matter what animal you chose to shift into. “I thought you were a scientist? Aren’t you supposed to be observant.”

“Hardy ha ha.”

[imaginethatawriter]

Would you consider writing a oneshot where the reader is the dearing captain of the enterprise and in a relationship with bones? The reader is trying to stay in shape, manage the ship and on top of that to advance her expertise in engineering. It becomes too much and a worried Bones steps in.

I just want to make it clear so there isn’t any confusion, what I am writing I consider a drabble. I don’t write requests for one-shots anymore because they just take too long. Drabbles are shorter than one-shots so I’m just making any request for a one-shot a request for a drabble. No biggie.

Some people might say that you had bitten off much more than you could chew, but you’d tell them they needed to mind their own beeswax. Sure you were the captain of one of the most important exploratory vessels in the federation at the same time you were studying the intricate details of the ship’s engineering, exercising regularly, and trying to be a good significant other, but you had everything under control. The ship hadn’t had any mechanical issues in weeks, you’d found two new star systems, and your mile was down to 9 minutes. So what if you were only getting four hours of sleep at night and you hadn’t seen your boyfriend, Bones, in almost two weeks. 

However, if you asked Bones the same thing he’d agree without a beat of hesitation. It’s true that the ship was running exceptionally well and that you’d made a lot of progress on your fitness, but you were regularly dehydrated, exhausted, and malnourished. The doctor inside of Bones wanted to strap you to a bed in the medbay and make you rest for a few days, but the boyfriend side of him… also wanted the same thing. But he couldn’t manage to keep track of you for the ten short minutes it would take to convince you to take a day off. 

But this time he had you cornered. You were huddled away in your ready room, preparing reports and reviewing information about your next destination when Bones opens the door without knocking. You look up from your monitor to stare him down with raised eyebrows. 

“Hey there. Something I can help you with?” 

Before he answers he keys the door locked and sits down in one of the few seats in the small room. When he finally locks eyes with you, you know you’re in for a lecture. 

“Anyway this lecture is going to be over in the next five minutes? Because I’m due back on the bridge.” 

“It’ll be over even quicker if you decide to listen to me for once.” 

You gesture to him to continue with the conversation. “You need to take a day off. Or a week off.”

“Oh my goodness are we going to have this conversation again. I’ve told you before but I’ll tell you again. I am perfectly fine.” 

“Says the person with five empty cups of coffee on their desk. All from this morning.” 

You roll your eyes. “There are plenty of people who drink a lot of coffee in the morning. That doesn’t mean I’m wasting away like you’ve been insisting.” Normally at this point in the conversation Bones would sigh heavily and remind you that he’s worried about you both as a doctor and of course as your boyfriend. But this time he makes no move to concede. 

“If you don’t start taking some time off and cutting back on your work I’m going to have to step in as the chief medical officer of this ship and force you to step away.” 

For the next several seconds you and Bones stare each other down,waiting for the other to back down admit defeat in the silent battle. But it quickly became apparent to you that Bones was fully prepared to use his position to lock you in a room under medical watch. You lean back into your chair with a deep sigh.  

“Fine. I’ll schedule myself a few days off a month and I’ll let you change my fitness regime.” 

“And you’re going to get eight hours of sleep a night.” 

“I’ll be in bed for eight hours a day, but I can’t promise I’ll be asleep.” 

Bones shakes his head. “Fine.” He leans forward and rests his elbows on your desk. “But I’ll be checking in on you to make sure you follow my instructions.” A small, teasing smile lights his face, breaking the tension that filled the room. 

You lean forward and meet him half way across the desk, hovering inches away from his face. “I was hoping for something a little more than you checking in on me.” You press you lips against his and he quickly deepens the kiss. But it’s not long before he pulls away and sits back in his chair. 

“I think it’s about time you get back to the bridge, Captain.” He puts emphasis on your title before shooting you a smile and standing from his seat. 

You move to follow him. “I guess you’re right.” You step around your desk and intercept Bones before he can make it out the door. You wrap your arms around his neck and look up at him. “I’ll see you tonight right?” 

He locks his arms around your middle and leans his forehead against yours. “What kind of doctor would I be if I didn’t follow up on my promises.” 

You give him one last kiss before unraveling yourself. “Thanks for looking out for me Leonard.” 

[hailbop1701]

Leonard McCoyXReader

Uh oh...

Prompts! WOOOOT! Prompt randomly picked by @lauraaan182 who picked the number 13! Leonard McCoyXReader.

The ship was calm for once; no missions or repairs. Just quiet travel until new orders come in, well that is until a pissed-off lieutenant stalked the halls looking for a certain CMO; crew members alike quickly scampered out of her way. She scowled looking in his usual hiding spots and finding bupkis. She Bounded onto the bridge without a single regard for protocol. The annoyed lieutenant stopped in front of the Captain’s chair angrily,  “(Y/N) what can I do for you?” the Captain asked without looking up from his Padd. (Y/N) gritted her teeth and took a deep breath to tame her shortened temper; when she didn’t say anything Jim Kirk looked up at her questioningly. “You alright?” he asked amused with a hint of concern and the young woman pinched the bridge of her nose ultimately calming down. “Yeah-yeah just. It’s complicated,” she said with a small smile. “How are you, today Captain?” (Y/N) asked the fire from before fizzling away the longer she stood in front of her friend. 

Kirk tilted his head to the side and smiled gently, “Good, feel better? I figured you would have gone to Bones to calm down,” he said leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees. (Y/N) snorted and nodded ignoring the fact that the rest of the bridge crew were not so subtly listening in. “Where is the idiot, anyway?” she asked mind going back to why she was looking for the man in the first place. Kirk grinned and held out his arms as if to say ‘Ta-da!’ 

“I’m right here,” he said, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes a smile playing on her lips. “Surprisingly enough, I’m not talking about you this time,” she admitted making Kirk pout just a little. “Bones is, last I heard in the labs,” he guessed with a shrug. (Y/N) shook her head, “I was just there, nothing,” she huffed irritation returning. Uhura who picked up the conversation turned with a smile, she held a hand to her earpiece and nodded silently. “Doctor McCoy is currently hiding in engineering,” she said with a knowing smile. (Y/N) grinned and blew a kiss to Uhura, “You’re the best Ny! Now I have a CMO to kill; if you'll excuse me,” she said with a wink and was on the turbo lift before anyone could blink. “Captain,” Spock objected and Kirk shook his head holding up his hands, “I’m not even going there. But if you want to stop her go right ahead,” he laughed nervously. Spock paused and thought the action through before silently turning back to his station. “Wise choice Mr. Spock,” Kirk said

picking up his Padd. again. The side of the Captain’s chair chirped with an incoming call, “Damnit, Jim!” was all McCoy could say before (Y/N)’s voice could be heard. 

“Leonard Horatio McCoy!” She shouted making Jim wince in sympathy. “Now Darlin’...” Leonard tried to reason but it clearly didn’t work if the pained yelp indicated anything. “Just grovel Bones and it’ll be over soon!” Jim said with a rueful smile before hanging up. “Poor guy,” Sulu muttered from his spot on the bridge earning a few sighs and laughs. “I vonder vhat he did,” Chekov whispered mildly concerned. “He stood her up on date night, worked right through it. Completely forgot,” Uhura tossed over her shoulder. The bridge collectively winced, “Isn’t that every week? How could he forget?” Sulu inquired making Spock raise an eyebrow at the Captain. “Guys…” Kirk warned for Spock’s piece of mind. 

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[marvelouslytrekking]

I feel like reading something with my favorite doctor. How about some Mccoyxreader with 173 and 198?

This got a little long lol and at some point you might see a full length fic with a similar plot but for now, I hope you enjoy this!

“Take (y/n) as your date,” Jim suggests.

“What?!” Both you and Leonard ask at the same time.

“Just pretend to be his date! If Jocelyn is going to bring someone, probably just to rub it in your face, you should bring someone to piss her off.” Jim said as if it was obvious.

“I would never ask someone to have to deal with her crazy.” Leonard shook his head.

“I mean, I have dealt with her before, it’d be nothing new.” You shrugged, “I mean, I would get your mama McCoy’s cooking out of it so I wouldn’t complain too much.”

“I really couldn’t ask that of you,”

“You didn’t, Jim did.” You smiled at him, “It’s a date, just tell me when.”

That was that, you were now going to go to the McCoy’s for their family Christmas as Leonard’s date. You had a feeling Jim suggested it solely because he knew the feelings you harbored for Leonard but you really would do anything for him. Plus you lived in the same hometown and knew his family well.

You had settled the details and you were going to show up as a newer couple and since you lived nearby you would just head home at the end of the night. Really not much different than the many other times you had dinner with them. Except this time you were going to be pissing off a crazy ex wife.

“Welcome!’ Eleanor greeted you with a wide smile and a big hug when she answered the door. “It is so good to see you my dear.”

“It has been way too long,” You smiled back.

“It has! And now you really are part of the family,” Eleanor sent you a small wink before leading you inside. You flushed at that. What you wouldn’t give for that to be true.

Before you had much time to dwell on that thought, Leonard came up to you and pulled you into a hug. You had to hide the shock when he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve missed you,” He said with a soft smile,

“It’s barely been a week,” You chuckled at him.

“Then it’s been a week too long.” He gave you a sweet smile. You had to keep you emotions in check, if he kept talking like that you may just melt.

“Alright you too love birds, it’s time for dinner!” His mother interrupted with a smile at the two of you.

You headed into the dinning room and had a few moments of introductions. You didn’t miss the daggers Jocelyn sent you but you ignored them happily and instead happily talked to Joanna and Eleanora throughout dinner. You couldn’t believe just how much Jo had grown since you last saw her and she was happy to tell you all about how much of a big kid she was.

The evening went surprisingly well, there were definitely some awkward moments but overall you had enjoyed yourself. It had nothing to do with the fact you got to cuddle up to Leonard on the couch with his arm around you and occasionally whispering something in your ear or squeezing your arm when Jocelyn would say something that pissed you off. Or just getting to watch Len as he happily talked to Joanna.

It was getting pretty late, Joanna had been tucked in bed and you were starting to say your goodbyes. You had thanked Eleanor for the dinner and wish Jocelyn and Mark a good night. Leonard had offered to walk you to your car.

“I had a great time tonight,” Leonard told you when you got to your car. “Thank you for coming. I don’t know how I would have made it through the night without you.”

“No need to thank me Len, I had a great time as well.” You told him truthfully. “I’d be your fake girlfriend anytime.”

You couldn’t help but notice the almost sad smile Leonard gave at that comment.

“This may be too forward, but maybe you don’t have to be my fake girlfriend.” Leonard said quietly.

“What are you asking me?” You asked with a smile at the thought.

“Stay.” Leonard gave you a hopeful smile. You nodded your head and before you knew it he had pulled you into a searing kiss.

[trade-baby-blues]

May we have a Mccoyxreader one shot where the reader is from engineering and maybe she's clumsy and gets hurt a lot and despite all his grumbling Leonard likes seeing her? but thinking that she's bothering him, she gets extra careful and doesn't visit for weeks so Mccoy refuses to have anyone else from engineering coming up to repair anything broken on the medbay? If not, feel free to ignore ask I love your writing and your fics always put a smile on my face. Stay safe!

Hello!! I wrote a fic very similar to this already! I never did a part two so...maybe I should get on that lol.

The fic’s called I Told You So. If it’s not quite what you’re looking for, feel free to hmu again!

[ladyideal]

Prompt: can we have a Mccoyxreader one shot, where the reader is just as bad as Jim in taking care of themselves and usually avoids going to med Bay? One day Mccoy (and some other members of the crew he has asked for help) corrals them both to get them to medbay and Jim decides to throw the reader under the bus and escape. Or anything else you want is fine :)

Omg anon.

HOW DID YOU KNOW I LOVE WRITING THIS TROPE???

I write this once, I'll write this thousand times and never get bored of it. I do have another Leonard McCoy request ahead of yours, so it should be up soon.

Thanks for leaving a request! Appreciate it. 😊

[kinkykinard]

S is for Stress (19/26)

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS) Pairing:  ReaderXBones Prompt: Fic 19 of 26 in the CMO’s Log – A to Z series.  Click here for a listing of all the fics in this series!  S is for Stress.  Academy era AU. Word Count: 2263 Warnings: None. Rating: All ages. Author’s Note: This one goes out to all those out there who are going through some kind of stress or other right now.  I know I could have used someone like Leonard while I was preparing for my last round of exams.  

S is for Stress You throw your stylus down in frustration as you finish writing out the last of the study notes you’re making for your third year Advanced Robotics class.  You’ve been studying for your upcoming final exams for weeks and tomorrow morning is your first – and most dreaded – one.  Sighing, you run a hand over your tired eyes and scroll back to the beginning to read your notes again. A quarter of the way through your material, a knock on your door sounds and you instruct the computer to unlock it. Without hesitation, the door slides open and you can tell just by the footfalls behind you that it’s Leonard who has entered your quarters.

“Hey darlin’,” he says softly, striding over to where you’re seated at your desk and settling his hands on your shoulders. “How’s the studying going?” You groan in frustration by way of answer and he chuckles. “That well, huh?”  He says gently, and you can hear the smile in his voice.  “Do you want me to leave you alone?” You shake your head, turning your attention away from your notes to look up at him over your shoulder.   “I just want to review these notes one last time,” you explain. “If you don’t know it now, you probably won’t in time for the exam,” Leonard says apologetically. “I do know it,” you assure him.  “It just never hurts to take one last look.” He nods and, as you turn back to look down at your PADD, begins to knead your shoulders gently.  You moan softly at how amazing it feels to have him working the tension out of the muscles there and it’s all you can do to focus on your reading as he massages the aches away. “You’re tense,” he comments.  “Are you nervous?” You nod a little; enough to answer him but not enough to disrupt his kneading. “I’ve been stressed out about finals for weeks,” you reply.  “I have really bad exam anxiety and I know that I know this stuff inside-out and backwards, but I still feel like I’m going to screw it all up.” “You won’t screw it up, sweetheart,” Leonard reassures you.  “But if you’re really worried about it and need a day or two more to prepare yourself, I can write you a deferral letter.  As your primary care physician I have the authority.” You smile softly, leaning back so you’re sitting straight up in the chair as his warm, deft hands continue to work out the knots in your shoulders and neck.  Part of you wants to take him up on his offer, but the other part of you just wants to get the exams over and done with so you can finally properly relax. “No, but thanks,” you murmur.  “I’d rather not have to wait another week or two to be done – that’s just another week or two for me to spend freaking out. I’ll be okay.” “Then give me your PADD and come join me on the couch,” Leonard offers.  “You can snuggle up with me and I can quiz you on this stuff.” You smile as you hold the PADD up over your shoulder for Leonard to take. “That sounds lovely,” you agree. You miss his touch as soon as his hands leave your shoulders and you stand up, stretching your aching, bunched muscles before following him over to the sofa.  You give him a moment to get comfortable and then you curl up against his side, drawing your knees in to your chest as he wraps an arm around you. He holds the PADD in his free hand, far enough away that you can’t read what’s on it, and begins to flip through the information you have gathered there. As he begins to ask you questions, you respond automatically, reassuring yourself that you know the material cold. You close your eyes after a little while, inhaling deeply and feeling warmed by the scent of his cologne; it’s something dark and spicy, and it’s comforting in its familiarity. The two of you spend an hour reviewing before you’ve gone through the remainder of your material and you let out a long exhalation as Leonard powers down your PADD and sets it aside.  He leans in to press a kiss to your temple and you shift so your head is resting on his pec, his heartbeat echoing in your ear. “Thanks, Lee,” you murmur.  “Now all I need is a good night’s sleep and maybe I won’t fail this exam.” His hand absentmindedly strokes your hair as he looks down at you, his gaze lingering on the dark circles beneath your eyes and the frown of your mouth.  He glances at the chron and realizes it’s getting late – not really, but late enough that you should be getting to bed in time for an 0800 exam the following day. “Why don’t you wash up and get changed?” He suggests.  “I’m going to run and get something to help you sleep.” You shake your head. “I can’t afford to be drowsy in the morning,” you rebut. “You won’t be,” Leonard promises.  “Have I ever lied to you?  Just trust me.  I’ll calibrate the dosage so you’ll be right as rain by 0700 hours so you’ve got plenty of time to shower and eat a good breakfast before your test.” You consider his words for a moment and finally nod in agreement.  You sit up, moving away so Leonard can stand, and you take the hand he offers you a moment later so you, too, can get to your feet.  You smile as he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips and you watch him leave with a promise that he’ll be right back. Moving to your private bathroom, you quickly brush your teeth and comb your hair.  You fill up the glass that resides on your counter with water and savor it, setting the empty back down again before stepping back into your bedroom. You groan as all of the muscles in your neck and shoulders ache from all of the tension you’re holding there while you pull off your clothes.  Stretching your arms over your head, you whine softly at the pain that comes before the relief. You open the dresser next to your closet and pull out your favorite, most comfortable pair of pajamas.  Slipping into the familiar, nearly threadbare shorts and tank top, you move to your bed and turn down the covers.  Kicking off your slippers, you climb into bed and lie back against your pillow, groaning at how good it feels to be relaxing even a little bit. You’re still tense a few minutes later when Leonard returns, slipping into your quarters quietly with his kit in hand. The embrace of the pillowtop beneath you and the comforter on top are inviting and welcome, but you can’t get comfortable.  In the silence of Leonard’s absence, all sorts of awful scenarios had played themselves out in your head and now you’re jittery.  It doesn’t’ escape Leonard’s notice, either, as he immediately reaches out for you when he takes a seat on the edge of your bed, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Take a few deep breaths for me, darlin’,” he instructs you as he meets your gaze, his expression reassuring. You’re amazed at how much better you feel for seeing him – though the stress is still wreaking havoc on your body, his stalwart reassurances, stoicism, and unwavering cool countenance make you trust him when he says everything will be okay, and make you listen as he tells you to breathe. You watch him as he reaches into his bag and produces a tricorder, and you can’t help rolling your eyes at him.  Always the consummate professional.  Your expression isn’t lost on him and he smiles softly as he scans you. “Just making sure you’re hydrated enough,” he explains.  “It’s important for how your body handles the drug I’m going to give you.  The good news is, everything looks fine.” He puts the tricorder away and loads a vial into a hypospray, holding it out toward you, giving you another chance to refuse if you want to.  You don’t, however, and he treats your silence as permission.  One of his hands is gentle against the angle of your jaw as he encourages you to tip your head back and relax, and the other is swift and competent as he presses the hypospray to your skin and injects the medication before you can really even sense the stinging.   As he puts the hypo away, you rub at the spot he’s just injected, making the small bit of pain there dissipate in moments. His attention is back on you a second later and he reaches out, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “You’re going to ace that exam tomorrow,” he says with confidence.  “And all of the others.  You’ll leave everyone else in the dust.” You can’t help but chuckle at his words and you sigh a moment later as you feel a wave of warmth and sedation wash over you. You lick your lips and feel your eyes fluttering closed.  You cling to Leonard’s hand, a bit startled by the feeling, and he leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he soothes you. “It’s alright darlin’, I’ve got you,” he says softly.  “You’re doing great.  Let yourself sleep.  I’ll be right here.” You do as he says and he is; he’s still by your side when you wake up in the morning, though now he’s pressed up against you, sleeping with his chest to your back.  He stirs as you turn off your alarm and you sit up with a yawn, shaking off the waking warmth of a fading sleep.  You quickly realize that he’d been right: you slept amazingly well and you don’t feel the least bit drowsy.  Smiling, you glance at him over your shoulder, doing your best to quell the fresh wave of anxiety that breaks over you as you think of the exam you’ve got in an hour. “You’re the best,” you say brightly.  “I slept like a baby.” He grins smugly and you can’t help rolling your eyes. “I’m going to go get changed for the day,” he calls to your retreating back as you head in to the washroom.  “I’ll meet you in the mess hall.” You shower quickly and get changed, forcing yourself not to power up your PADD for one last quick glance over your notes. You know you know your stuff, and you have to be satisfied with that or else you’ll miss breakfast. Heading out of your quarters, you make it to the mess hall and glance around, noticing Leonard waving at you from a nearby table.  You head over and sit down, looking at the tray in front of your spot.  It’s got a bowl of oatmeal, a banana, a cup of coffee, a bottle of water, and a container of your favorite yogurt.  He wasn’t joking last night when he’d said you needed to eat a good breakfast, and it looked like he was ready to sit and make sure you did just that. “How’re you feeling, Y/N?”  He asks as you pick up the coffee and take your first sip, savoring it. “Okay, I guess,” you reply honestly.  “I’m still really freaked out, but I’ve got to get it over with, right?” He nods and reaches out to take your free hand as you down the rest of the coffee.  You watch him over the lip of the cup, wondering what he’s up to as he pulls a small spray bottle out of his pocket and uncaps it.  He sprays a little spritz of the liquid inside on your wrist and you’re both content and confused as you inhale and smell his familiar cologne. “Smell is the strongest sense tied to memory,” he says by way of explanation.  “I figured since you could smell my cologne while I was helping you study last night, maybe this would help you recall some things during your exam this morning.” You’re touched by his sentiment and you beam at him, setting your cup down. “Thank you,” you say with a grin.  “It couldn’t hurt, right?” He returns the smile and the two of you finish your breakfast in silence.  You glance at the chron on the wall to check the time as you finish and you stand up swiftly. “I have to be across campus in ten minutes!” You yelp.  “Can you take care of this for me, please?!” You gesture to your tray and Leonard nods, reaching out to take your hand.  He gives it a quick squeeze and lets you go.  You’re already rushing away as you wave to him, heading for the exit. “Good luck, Y/N!”  He calls to you.  “You’ll do great!” You’re smiling as you run across the courtyard and head for the robotics building.  As you jog, the heat of your skin causes the scent of the cologne he sprayed on your wrist to intensify and fill the air around you.  You breathe it in deeply and feel yourself relax a little bit, especially when you consider that in a few short hours, after your exam, you’ll be enveloped in that smell again as Leonard hugs you in celebration. Walking into the room, you find your seat and pick up your stylus.  As the clock strikes 0800 hours, you settle in and let it fly across the screen. Stress or no stress, you’ve got this.

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With elements from this + this from @thefandomimagine:

Imagine Chekov getting all nervous and lovey dovey around you because he loves you

Imagine being admitted to the hospital and needing a surgery. But Bones is your doctor and he isn’t going to let you be scared. So he holds your hand as you are put under so you don’t feel alone. Not even for a second.

Note: Fourth in the “Nocturne” series, where the reader has been awakened by Bones after a 200-year cryosleep. “Nocturne” || “Shipmate” ||  “Inflection” || Setting: Enterprise, Chekov’s quarters, medical bay || thank you again @heilith + @tsukuyomi011 for the translation, reference and medical help, respectively 

“…and this is the lakelet. Doesn’t it look peaceful?”

Pavel proudly pointed to the ripped photo in the tattered book, filled with old images of the sprawling Aptekarsky Ogorod in Russia.You stood behind him, peering over his shoulder with your arms wrapped lovingly around his waist.

You were only supposed to be visiting him in his quarters for just a few quick kisses before he reported for duty, but when he excitedly produced the book of Russia’s oldest botanical garden, you found it difficult to leave.

“It’s so beautiful there. It looks like heaven,” you whispered, marveling at the still-crisp colors in the photos. “Where did you get this book from?”

“Kotjenka, you just asked me that,” he said, using his term of endearment for you - kitten - and laughing.

You honestly didn’t remember asking him the question at all, but that could have had something to do with how tired you were feeling lately.

You attributed your yawning, cat naps and unplanned sleep-ins to the sheer exhaustion of getting accustomed to your new life. But the longer it went on, , you knew there was more to it than that. 

That’s why you asked Dr. McCoy, the person with whom you had the strongest bond on the ship, to give you a physical last night.

Admittedly, the timing sucked. Medical bay was busy with the first wave of crew member physicals, a project you had helped set up as the doctor’s low-level assistant. 

Since you couldn’t spend all your time with your sweet new boyfriend, and since you weren’t technically a member of the crew, Bones took you on to do all the menial updating that no one else wanted to do, which was fine by you.

A tech performed the physical in the harried doctor’s stead, but everyone quickly got distracted by a patient diagnosed with a bacterial infection. You doubted if there had been any time to look at your results.

“Kotjenka?” Pavel asked, his concerned voice snapping you from your thoughts.

“Humor me and tell me again,” you asked, trying to play off your forgetfulness.

“OK. The book was passed down from my great, great…”

You playfully bit his right shoulder, stopping him.

“You’re making me feel old.”

“That’s exactly what you said last time! And it doesn’t matter to me how old you are. You will always be my kitten.”

“You are so, so cute!”

It drove him crazy when you started nuzzling his neck. Pavel placed the book on his desk chair and turned around. Cupping your face, he met your lips, moaning softly through the kisses.

And then…

“Mr. Chekov.”

You whispered to him not to answer Dr. McCoy’s summons over the communicator.

“Mmmm, hmm-mmm, mmm….” 

“CHEKOV!”

Pavel pulled away from your smooches and shook his head at you apologetically. Flustered, he answered, less than professionally, “Uh, yes?”

“Don’t ‘uh yes’ me! Is my daugh…patient…assistant…hell, IS THE KID THERE?!”

“Which kid?” Pavel snickered, both of you laughing as if you were four years old.

“What the hell do you mean?!”

“Well, you call us both ‘kid,’ ” The two of you shared another giggle, “even though we’re not.”

“Dammit, Chekov, obviously I don’t mean YOU! I need her in medical bay right now!”

Pavel’s lips skimmed the soft skin of your cheek, and made his way to your lips. ”I will…mmm…send her…right away…mmmhmm…”

“My God, what is that juicy smacking? Are you two kissing?”

“Uh…”

“Stop swapping spit and get her down here!”

Pavel slowly pulled away from the embrace, and looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Time for both of us to go,” he said.

“We didn’t get to the end of the book,” you pouted.

“Later, I promise.” He took both your hands in his. “Do you want me to walk you to medical bay?”

“Gee, that would be swell!” you teased in a chipper voice, sporting a super-cheesy smile. “Do you want to carry my books, too, Daddy-O? Be my date to the sock hop?”

Pavel laughed nervously and furrowed his brow, not understanding the American 1950s slang, references, or that you were using them to point out how adorably old-fashioned he was.

“If you had books, I would carry them, um…Mommy-O,” he said. “And if you’ll show me, I’ll hop my socks, if that makes you happy. I mean, swell.”

Oh my God, he’s so wonderful, you thought. This was the innocence you loved so much about him. 

But your tone turned serious when you imagined Bones’ reaction to seeing him. “Thanks for the offer, Pasha, but you’d better not show your face around there right now.”

His eyes grew big and he nodded, imagining what your surrogate father might do or say to him after hearing all the smooching going on. Releasing your left hand but still clasping your right, he walked side by side with you toward the door.

He obeyed the doctor’s order not to get sloppy with his affection, but he couldn’t resist kissing you on the cheek before parting.

When you walked into medical bay, Bones was in the middle of muttering to himself about you while moving from one set of terminals to another. He didn’t hear the doors hiss open.

You caught the words “need to put a tracker on her,” “driving me crazy,” and “that shit was supposed to be minor.”

You had no idea what that last bit meant.

His head snapped up when he finally realized you were standing there. Rushing over to you with a worried frown, he grabbed you by your shirt sleeve.

“Finally!” 

“Hey! I’m not scheduled to work on the updates until tomorrow!!” you said.

“This isn’t about those updates.”

You grunted and growled as he tugged you over to the hard protruding beds and released your sleeve.

“Lay down and prepare to be here all night and most of the day tomorrow.” The medical scanner was in his hand, and he was itching to begin.

“What? Why?” You propped yourself up and lay your back against the strip of cool cushioning and waited, but got no answer.

His bucked his eyes with alarm at the displaying data as soon as he started the scan..

“Dammit,” he snarled. 

“What is it?

“How have you been feeling?”

“Um…”

“Confused? Forgetful? Exhausted?”

“Just a little.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

You weren’t sure how to answer. He shook his head as he went along, down the length of your body, momentarily hovering over your heart. 

He cursed again, using a harsher word, and still didn’t answer you when you inquired.

Bones plunked the device at the end of the bed. He disappeared to the back of the unit and you heard him rustling about. When he returned, he was carrying a small case, which you recognized right away.

“Why do I need a neural monitor?” you asked.

Bones plucked out the small device and placed it on your forehead above your right eye, adjusting it until it affixed to your skin. You repeatedly asked what was going on, but he just kept moving.

“Doc.” You put your hand on his, and he froze where he stood. “Please talk to me.”

It literally pained him not to move, and hurt him even more to look at you. He blew out a long breath.

“The results of your physical-” he started but you interrupted.

“You found something, and it’s bad, isn’t it?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie! Let me guess: I’m finally aging, right? Fast, or else you wouldn’t be panicking like this.”

“Listen, I’ve caught everything early. I’ll fix you. You’re going to be fine. But here’s what you should know.”

Bones began tossing out all kinds of heart, brain and digestive conditions you had, things that you’d only skimmed over while going through the unit’s vast computer catalog of medical terminology, including every known disease in the galaxy and every known treatment.

But as you processed the harsh reality of your situation, nothing he was saying made sense. Every syllable of every long word turned into white noise.

It was only when he said, “in short, kid” that his speech became clear and understandable to you again.

“Your young, resilient self woke up first and tried to take over where it left off 200 years ago,” he said. “But you are, in fact, a very old, sick woman. That person is just starting to wake up, and by the looks of things, she’s pissed about it.”

Bones hung his head for a moment, then placed his hand on the top of your head and smoothed back your hair. It was the most tender move he’d initiated since first waking you up from your cryosleep.

 “I’m going to fix this, but I’ll need to do some pretty serious procedures,” he said.

“You mean surgery?” you exclaimed. “NO!”

“It’s not like when you were growing up in the mid-1990s and 2000s, kid. It’s 1,000 times safer. First I need to run a thorough physiological diagnostic tonight, just like I did after we found you.” He forced a strained smile. “Don’t worry. I’m going to override all of this.”

“‘Override’?” 

“Maybe that’s not the right word.” He looked away when he said that.

And at that moment, a harsh realization dawned on you: your revived life was just one big override. 

Bones had pulled you out of your cryosleep, treated and nourished you back to health instead of disconnecting you from your wires and letting you die.

“Doc, we both knew I was on borrowed time.”

“I told you, I’m going to fix this. Now, you do remember that I need to sedate you for the first part of the test, all right?”

You weakly nodded as he stroked your hair. He saw the fear in your eyes. 

He saw that you didn’t need a medical doctor, a mentor, or a savior. 

Adult or not, you needed a loving parent to reassure a frightened child.

“I’m not going to leave you or let anything happen to you,” he said, his voice breaking, “daughter.”

After the procedure, Bones slept in the next uncomfortable bed, tossing and turning so badly that he fell off several times.

You knew this because you heard thuds, followed by “DAMMIT!” through your dreams, but didn’t wake.

Overnight techs came in for their shifts. You felt them checking on you, following instructions Bones left for them.

But he would bolt up and take the lead, and personally went over your early diagnostics as best he could with so little sleep.

In your deep dream state, you were up and about, meandering through medical bay, except half of it looked normal and the other half, far in the distance, looked like the photos that Pavel showed you of Aptekarsky Ogorod.

Arm-in-arm with an old version of yourself -  gray hair in a neat French twist, face gorgeous despite its many wrinkles, and a slight hunch in your back - you gazed longingly at the flowers beyond.

“I know how to get you there,” you said, nodding toward the garden.

“Then do it,” answered the older, other you.

You awoke to a technician standing over you, readjusting the neural monitor. You also had a heart monitor, added sometime during the night.

When she saw your eyes flutter open, she smiled and, before you even asked, told you that Bones was meeting with Capt. Kirk, but would be back within the hour. She also said that Pavel had been by earlier, looking scared for you as he read captions from an old photo book. 

“He left a note and promised to visit again later,” she said, pointing to your side. You lifted the piece of paper: Я тебя люблю. I love you.

You smiled, feeling your face glow. But your loud growling stomach made you want to duck under the bed.

“Food?” you asked timidly.

“As soon as your diagnostic is over, you can eat. Dr. McCoy is looking at absolutely every cell,” she said, and she was not kidding.

Her ponytail swung as she looked behind her and pointed. “I’ve got to get the updated pharmaceutical inventory back online. I’ll be right back there.”

“I was supposed to do that today. Sorry.”

“No problem. You know I’ll be alerted if something urgent comes up with you, but feel free to just call for me, even if you just want to talk.”

“Thanks.”

Your wheels started turning before she was out of sight.

If she was dealing with the pharmaceutical system, chances were that she wouldn’t be paying very close attention to any of the others.

And that meant you could do what your dream was telling you to do.

She was sitting on the other side of the unit with her back to you, bringing up a crapload of information on a screen. Perfect. With the coast clear, you sat up quietly, reached over to the computer panel, input McCoy’s authorization codes, and paused your diagnostic. 

Normally, that would trigger a notification to the tech, but you immediately entered an alert cancellation code.

Then, you gulped, and tried to control your shaking hand.

You had paid such close attention to medical bay’s complex systems while assisting Bones that you’d figured out a temporary, though extremely precarious way, to retrieve and make changes to your medical data, including treatment and resuscitation orders. 

You were sure that Bones wanted every effort made to revive you if you flatlined, and you truly loved him for it.

But those weren’t your wishes.

No matter how safe the surgeries were, you didn’t want to undergo them. You didn’t want constant monitoring, weekly diagnostics, sedation, or for Bones to drive himself crazy trying to figure out how to override Death.

After being trapped inside a quiet nightmare for 200 years, you had discovered true happiness aboard this ship. You were living in freakin’ space, for God’s sake. You’d learned the foundation of the Vulcan language from Mr.Spock himself, befriended badass Capt. Kirk, fallen in love with Pavel, found a surrogate father in Bones.

You really couldn’t have asked for a fuller life.

If the sickly, old woman in you wanted to go back to sleep - forever this time - you would let her, on her own terms.

Your back-door approach to accessing your file involved disabling three separate but compatible programs, gradually bringing each one back online at precisely different intervals in under one minute, thereby delaying their interface.

During that period where they couldn’t talk to each other, you could manipulate your file in secret. 

But you had to work fast and confidently, and pray that your memory lapses and disorientation didn’t kick in before everything re-converged.

You had figured out this slick play a while ago, but never seriously considered trying it. At the time, you were just happy that your nerd game was still strong. 

Now it was time to see if your speed and nerves could actually execute it.

The first task would be to break the data feed between the monitors on you and the computer. 

To keep the programs from getting wind of this once they reintegrated, you would either need to block the neural and heart monitor signals or just freakin’ break ‘em.

Degree of difficulty: Very tricky. No matter what you did, it was just a matter of when, not if, the monitor problems would be detected and fixed. In the end, you decided to go with blocking. It would buy you some time, and it wouldn’t be nearly as suspect as destroying the devices.

Next, you’d need to replace most of the results of the current diagnostic with the previous, healthier ones. Unfortunately, you couldn’t touch the most recent findings because they were already recorded, and deleting them would take more time than you had. 

But if your underhanded copying-and-pasting worked, everything else about your assessment would look OK enough for the good doctor to leave you alone - well, as alone as his persistent ass was capable of. 

He would treat only the known problems, and judging by the treatment options blinking on the large monitor next to each condition, they didn’t require invasive surgery.

Degree of difficulty: Ridiculously thorny, but possible. It was imperative that you remember to remove the embedded date of the first set of results before copying them to the new test, or all kinds of signals would go off. 

The most monumental tasks, by far, involved (1) establishing the “do not resuscitate” order, which required extremely delicate code finagling in order to circumvent the voice-recognition authorization, and (2) completely erasing your tracks from every system you touched.

Degree of difficulty: As close to impossible as you could get. 98.9 percent likelihood of failure.

But you had to try.

Conclusion: Requiem

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Parts of Me (part 2)

-A Leonard McCoy x reader mini series-

Part 1

“Aye, I dunno wha’ in the world this software is, but wha’ever it is, it’s definitely wha’s causing her t’a blackout.”

This voice was not familiar as you once again were drawn out of the blackness of sleep.

“Hey, she’s waking up, just, back off a little, she spooks easy.” That was the voice of Dr. McCoy, you recognized.

This time it was a lot easier to get your eyes to open, and the first thing you saw was his face.  

“Welcome back, darlin’.”

“What does that mean; ‘darlin’’?” You sat up a little, feeling fine despite just having passed out from pain.

“It’s a human colloquialism, and it’s something I say when I don’t know someone’s name.”

“Interesting.  My name is Y/N, if you would rather.”

“Y/N.” He tested the word on his tongue and his eyes seemed to soften around the edges.

“I’m sorry t’interupt, bu’ I’d really like t’a run s’more diagnostics.” The source of the first voice came into your view now.  A man in a red shirt stepped forward. He looked a little older than Dr. McCoy, with soft features and whispy red-brown hair.

Dr. McCoy stepped back and gestured to the man. “Y/N, this is Mr. Scott.”

“Or Scotty, if ya like.” The red-shirted man smiled.

“Yes, or Scotty.” Dr. McCoy smirked. “He’s our head engineer.”

You tipped your head at him in acknowledgment, but looked back to Dr. McCoy in question, “You are both heads of your department, why aren’t you down in the fight?  Surely you’re much more needed there”

“Not necessarily, you’re still blacking out, and that’s my main concern right now.” Dr. McCoy looked down at you pointedly.

“Your main concern?  With a bloody battle going on down below?” Your eyes slid back and forth between the men questioningly.

Neither of them answered, so you spoke again.  “Why am I so important?”

They exchanged nervous glances before Scotty’s eyes widened, his lips pursed as he turned back to the screen.  Dr. McCoy glared at him for a moment before turning back to you.

“Because…” He sighed, as if he didn’t want to complete the sentence.  “Because you might be our key to winning this war.”

“War?” You told your display to search Doctor Leonard Mccoy, quickly scanning the data before continuing, “This vessel and its crew is supposed to be on a research expedition.  Why are you involved in a war?”

“I think you’d better ask your own people that question, because we were the ones who received a distress signal from your planet.” He explained, "and when we got down there you were the ones who attacked us.“

You scanned his features for a sign that would indicate he was lying when the red light appeared again in your vision.

Squirming on the bed, you started to panic, anticipating the pain, and you barely squeaked out "doctor” before he was at your side, scanning you with a whizzing handheld machine. “Scotty, what’s going on?” He barked over his shoulder as you felt the headache begin to rise.

“I’ve almost isolated it but it seems t'a be triggered by her usin’ the internal software.” Scotty responded as he tapped furiously on the device in his lap.

“Internal software?"  Dr. Mccoy questioned. "Aye.  The computer seems to be integrated into her brain, into her…”

“Central nervous system.” Both men said at the same time.

Dr.  Mccoy looked like he just had an epiphany and quickly stepped away from you, reaching into a drawer.

You, on the otherhand, started to feel the skull crushing pain that had so far preceded blackout.  “Doctor?"  You called out again.

"Hold on, darlin’.” He mumbled as he continued to dig through the drawer. “Hold on.”

You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut as the men both worked.

“Aye! I’ve go’ it! Just one switch an-”

“No, Scotty, don’t do anything until I give her this… DAMNIT WHERE ARE THE…” You heard his frantic search through the drawers suddenly halt, “agh, there they are.”

“Wha-?”

“If you turn that off right now it’ll throw her system way off kilter and god-knows what I’ll have to do to fix her.”

“Alrighty-then.”

You felt the doctor’s form near the side of the bed and you unsqueezed your eyes to see him leaning over you.

“I’m going to give you this neuro-relaxant to slow down your system. Hopefully it’ll make you relax enough that we can stop you from blacking out, okay?” He hovered over you, his hand already pressed to your neck, but you could tell he was waiting for your consent.

You managed a nod just as another ripple of pain shocked through you and your back arched off the bed in response.

You didn’t even feel the pinch of the needle, but you did feel your body begin to relax. But the headache was still there, still achingly painful.

“Now, Scotty!” The doctor’s voice echoed in your ears.

“Aye.”

The ringing in your ears suddenly reached a peak before it cut off entirely with a loud click. The pain receded just as fast, and you were left lying on the bed, gasping for breath and barely able to move.

You felt a few drops of water slide down your cheeks and you tilted your head questioningly.

“Y'allright?” The doctor sat the head of the bed up a little and you looked up at him through a blurry gaze.

“What is-?” You lifted a tentative hand to touch your cheeks.

“Tears, darlin’, they’re tears.” A soft tissue joined your hands and you realized that Dr. McCoy was dabbing at your cheeks.

“I did not know I could produce tears.”

The doctor hummed in response and looked down at you curiously.

“You know my name.” You commented and mumbled a soft ‘thanks’ as he removed the tissue.

“What?”

“You said you only say 'darlin” when you don’t know someone’s name, but you know my name.“

The corners of his mouth tipped upwards. Almost a smile. It made him look handsome. "It’s used as a sort of 'term of endearment’, as they say.”

“Hm.” You hummed, tipping your head back against the bed. “Interesting.”

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Leonard McCoy Masterlist

Last Updated: May 19, 2017

Backwards : Full Fic, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

I’m Not Stupid

Oxygen

Red

Damn I Love You

Sing it To Me

Stop Apologizing

Messy Messy p.t. 2

A Dreamy Diagnosis

The Blind Theory

Unimaginable

Motivation Ficlets

Playing House

Unexpected

Dance With Me

The Blind Theory

A Dreamy Diagnosis

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Dance With Me

Intro: So this is my entry into the @youre-on-a-starship 1000 follower challenge!  Thanks for holding it and letting me participate!  

My words were BURN, FAIR, AND EPICALYX (I actually found a place for that word quite easily, even though it was the weirdest)

An epicalyx is the base of a flower bud.  I think.  I instantly thought Sulu.

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 1,478

Summary: No real summary.  Gala fun.  Slight description of a burn.  Fluff. 

-Enjoy!-

"I'm fine, Len, I promise." You hissed through your teeth as you held the com to your mouth. 

"Darlin', you get your ass down here, or so help me..." Leonard growled, and you could hear the threat in his voice. 

"Fine. FINE.  I'll be right there, and not because you are threatening me like a child, but because it damn hurts." You snapped the com shut and pressed it to your forehead in frustration. 

Striding down the hall to the medbay you could swear steam was coming out of your ears.  You got a few wayward, curious glances as you marched down the hall in a full length gown, your hair half done and your face set with anger as you cradled your arm to your chest. 

If you could have flung the door open, you would have, but you settled for angrily stomping through the automated doors into the medbay and straight up to Leonard who was talking to a nurse. 

His eyebrow raised when you sauntered up, the nurse taking one look at you in your fancy gown, hand on hip, fury in your eyes and ducked away. 

Leonard's eyes raked up and down your body and you tapped your heeled foot impatiently.  

"You look gorgeous." He smirked and you scowled deeper at him. 

"And you look like an asshole.  Why the hell are you still in your uniform?  We have to be down in the gala in 20 minutes." You snapped, crossing your arms unconsciously, accidentally putting pressure on the wound on your arm, which made you hiss and pull your arms away. 

Leonard's gaze turned instantly from one of lust to one of concern as he took your wrist in his.  He pulled you over to a biobed and whisked out the dermal regenerator, quickly beginning it's work on your skin, and you cursed yourself as you watched his legendary hands.  The way he moved the device with such smooth and precise movements that could only have been due to his immense amount of practice and some damn steady hands, made you feel things.  

Your mouth must have fallen open as you watched, because you felt Leonard's amused gaze on yours. 

"See somethin' you like?" He voice was low and his accent was thick, stirring the butterflies in your stomach. 

Though you tried to press your mouth into a tight line and glare at him as hard as you could, you couldn't help stop the grin that reached your lips at the cute little look on his face.  

"So what happened again?" He asked. 

You rolled your eyes, "I burned my arm with the hair straightener."

He chuckled, "You ought to be more careful, darlin'."

"It's not like I stuck it in my eye or something, Len, it was an accident." 

"Well, still, that was a pretty bad burn." He finished up with the dermal regenerator, setting it down on the side table before turning back to you, his arms crossing over his chest. 

"Beauty is pain." You grinned and smacked his cheek gently with your hand, "Well thanks for that, sweetheart," You pecked a kiss to his lips, "I'm back in one piece again, now let's run along and get you all prettied up before the gala."

Tugging his arm, you led him out of the medbay with surprisingly minimal protests, and you led him back to the room.  

Half an hour later, you were both ready, Leonard looking sexy in his tux, and you looking classy and elegant in your full-length gown.  

Leonard offered you his arm as you headed down to the hall, and excitement fluttered in your chest as you saw other crew members all dressed up for the occasion.  Leonard smiled down at you, giving you a warm, fuzzy feeling that filled your heart and you leaned up and kissed his cheek.  

Walking into the hall, you were amazed at the transformation, string lights strung up around the room, light music playing, chairs and tables set up around a dance floor, dozens of tables with heaping mounds of food lining the walls.  

Leonard's arm slung down around your waist and his fingers brushed your ribs, making you giggle. 

"They did a might-fine job in here, didn't they?" Leonard asked. 

You hummed in response as you spotted Uhura across the hall, quickly pulling away from Leonard and crossing the room to embrace her with a few squeals of excitement at both of your gorgeous gowns.  

The formal part of the gala was fun, a whole bunch of different crews from a whole bunch of different Starfleet ships all beamed aboard for the awards ceremony and you sat happily between Leonard and Sulu, chatting away to the rest of the table whilst dinner was consumed.  Awards were given and speeches were made, and the atmosphere was light and happy as the band started up and people started moving to the dance floor. 

"I can't believe Jim didn't win the Captain's award." Sulu shook his head as he took a bite off his breadstick. 

"Yeah well that's what he gets for destroying the Enterprise on more than one occasion." You noted, and you heard Leonard snort and almost choke on his sip of whiskey. 

"Yeah well it's still not fair." Sulu mumbled into his breadsticks. 

"Did I hear my name over here?" A loud voice sounded from behind you seconds before a hand landed on your shoulder and a face appeared in between you and Leonard.  

"Ah, Jim, Y/N here was just talking about the many times you blew up the Enterprise." Leonard stated, and you scowled at him, knowing all to well that if Jim wasn't between you, someone's arm would have been punched. 

"Y/N!  That's not very nice!" Jim gasped in mock horror and squeezed your shoulder, "I think you owe me a dance."

You met his smirk with a deadpan glare, "I don't owe you anything, Captain Destructo."

"That's it!  You're dancing with me." Jim ordered, and you found yourself being pulled out of your chair, quickly setting your drink down as to not spill it. 

"Hey!  Jim!  It's not fair if you get to dance with my girl first!" Leonard called, and you gave him a backwards glance and a shrug as Jim ignored his comment and continued to pull you towards the dance floor. 

Sweeping you into his arms, Jim twirled you around the dance floor with ease and amazing agility, making you laugh when he sang along to the music and pulled you close.  

"I’m just gonna warn you, Jim, that Leonard might actually strangle you if your hand gets any lower, mister handsy." You teased, and felt Jim's hand slide back up to your waist. 

"Yeah, well, If looks could kill I would be dead already." Jim strained, and when he spun you around you saw Leonard sitting at the table, the deadliest glare on his face, Sulu happily chatting to him on his left. 

You laughed and gave Leonard a little finger wave before getting lost in the dancing crowd again with Jim.  

After a few more songs with Jim, you pulled away and sauntered back to the table, making your way up to Leonard who was engaged in conversation with Sulu.  When he saw you his face lit up and he excused himself from the table, leaving Sulu looking kind of disappointed at the sudden loss of a listening ear. 

"Hell, I'm glad I got myself out of there." Leonard grumbled as he approached you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

"Why?" You asked, reaching up and fixing his hair with your fingertips. 

"Sulu was going on and on about some Epic Alex thing and I had no idea what was going on."

"Oh you mean an epicalyx, the base of some flowers that..." You explained. 

"Don't you dare start!" He teased sternly and grabbed you by the waist, knocking you off balance but he kept you upright, "Dance with me."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about epicalyxs.." You began but were cut off abruptly with Leonard's lips crashing into yours, spinning you into a heated kiss for a moment before pulling away, leaving you dizzy and tingly.  

"Darlin', if I hear that word one more time you'll be sorry." His voice was low and rugged as he pressed his forehead to yours, his hazel eyes sparkling. 

You smiled at him as the song changed, this time to a slow one, and you lead him to the dance floor, pulling him close, lavishing in the heat of his hands on your waist and hips.  

"I’m gonna kill Jim for stealing you away from me." Leonard griped. 

"Why so jealous, Dr. McCoy?" You purred into his ear, stroking your fingers down his neck, making the tips of his ears turn red, "Don't worry, sweetheart, I am going to be dancing with you all night."

The corner of Leonard's lips turned upwards and you smothered his smile with a sultry kiss, and now it was your ears turning red, along with your cheeks, at the heat of the kiss. 

Leonard pulled away, smiling, keeping your body pressed flush to his, "That's my girl." 

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Intro: So this is another drabble (I know I haven’t posted one in a while) and it is for the lovely @8bit-arc-reactor who messaged me with the request. 

The colour for this one is red and the prompt was “I love you, you asshole.”

I wrote a whole other drabble but felt the story was more Jim than Bones so I am probably going to turn it into a fic for Jim.  

Pairing: Bones x reader   Word Count: 649

-Enjoy!-

"We need to talk." Leonard grabbed you by the waist and swung you unwillingly into the nearest broom closet. 

"What the hell, Bones?  I have patients to see." You grumbled, reaching for the doorknob, but he blocked your way. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him through furrowed brows. 

"What was with you last night, Y/N?" He asked, mirroring your stance and crossing his arms.  

You groaned internally, shutting your eyes.  You had hoped he wasn't going to bring it up, "Nothing, Bones, nothing, okay?" 

"Sure, if nothin' means 'I'm-going-to-fight-everyone'." He sounded pissed now.

"So I yelled at a few guys, what's the big deal, you're not my father." You frowned.

Leonard looked exasperated and began to pace in the small closet, which made you feel suddenly very claustrophobic.

"You didn't just yell, darlin', you got into a fist-fight and I had to pull you off one of the crewman so you wouldn't break every damn bone in his face!" As he explained, his voice threaded with malice, the memories came back in bits and pieces.

Shit.

"I-I..." You started, dropping your hands to your sides, playing with the hem of your uniform. 

"And then I had to carry you back to the medbay, use the dermal regenerator on your knuckles, and tuck you into bed." Leonard was furious now, pacing back and forth like a madman, his eyes on the floor. 

"DAMNIT WILL YOU STOP PACING!" You yelled and he stopped in his tracks, looking over at you with annoyance. 

"Look, I'm sorry," You approached him, and you tried to keep your tone neutral, "I'm sorry I'm such a big hassle.  It's not like stitching people up is your job or something."

"Dear god, you're nearly as stubborn as I am." Leonard moaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

"Well at least I'm not an asshole." You jabbed. 

When Leonard didn't respond your rolled your eyes and reached for the doorknob, "Well, if we're done here I..."

"Do you remember what you said when I tucked you into your bed?" Leonard's voice was much softer now, almost strained. 

You turned to face him, suddenly nervous as you searched your brain for what you said, "No..."

"You said you loved me." Leonard said, as if it was as plain and simple as that. 

"I-I did?" Though you weren't surprised, when you were drunk the truth spills out of you like a river during a rainstorm. 

Leonard nodded tersely and you suddenly wished you could read his mind. 

"Oh." Was all you could manage to say.  

The tension in the room was palpable, and you knew there was something unsaid between the two of you. 

After a few moments you decided to end this painful silence and snapped at him, "Well I'm sorry that I said that, okay?  It's not my fault that I get real truthful when I drink."

"So it's true?" Leonard's voice was small, intrigued.  

You blinked at him, just then realizing that you had ruined everything.

Well it’s now or never.  

"Fine.  I do.  I love you, you asshole." You grumbled, meaning to turn and dash out of the room, your cheeks red with embarrassment. 

"Oh thank god." You heard Leonard whisper and were stopped by his hands on your shoulders.  Then on your neck.  Then tangled in your hair.

Your protests were silenced by his lips on yours.  

You were startled by the sudden kiss, almost forgetting to breathe due to the sudden flush of sensation that his hands and lips were eliciting.  You lost all restraint and wound your arms around his waist, pulling him closer.  

He pressed you up against the closed door and broke the kiss softly, his face inches from yours. 

"I love you too." He breathed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear sweetly. 

"Oh thank god." You mimicked, pulling him down into another passionate kiss.

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Below is my rationale for the use of the colour red in this story:

So I think the use of colour here is pretty obvious.  Red in the anger and hostility between Leonard and the reader.  Red in the embarrassment that the reader feels when confronted.  Red in the first kiss that the two share.