#I know a lot of this is due to rushed and unenthusiastic writing which is a bummer

[hamspamandjamsandwich]

Biggest fic writing challenge for me right now: fixing the Mukuro shit because tbqh I hate how it’s handled in the show and I think it makes very little sense from a writing perspective

✨no Mukuro hate here okay she’s a bad bitch✨

But man I could endlessly bitch about how much I hate the handling of Hiei in the 3 Kings Saga. Maybe one day I’ll actually write it out in some dumb meta posting shit but. Ughh.

Like I find it so dissatisfying and poorly executed that I, someone for whom Hiei x Mukuro borders on a NOTP, have considered writing fix-it fic for them. I HATE THIS SHIP AND I STILL THINK ITS SHIPPERS DESERVE BETTER.

3 Kings Saga should just be called 3 Missed Opportunities Saga lmao

pictured: me thinking about writing this post

[all-sortsa-stuff]

A night on the town part 2

Pairing McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 2107

Warnings: Language

Part 1

A/N:  Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to write another part.  Now a whole story is forming in my head and I am so excited to write it.

You rolled over in bed trying to hold the last remnants of sleep.  However, the light that peeked through the drapes was not going to allow it. With a groan, you sat up trying to make your brain achieve some sort of clarity.  The rush of the evening and early morning events came flooding back quickly.  “Oh shit. What time is it?” You rubbed your face before looking over at the clock.  It was early afternoon and there were still several hours before you were to meet Leonard.

Leonard.  That damn smirk of his made your cheeks hot just thinking of it.  A cold shower helped that and awoke the rest of your senses.  You had only slept a few hours but you felt more awake than you had in ages.  Two messages had been left for you.  One marked urgent from Maggie, demanding you contact her to ensure you made it home alive. The other from Doctor Baush requesting the final reports for the outgoing crew physicals for the USS Tempest. They were due within the day and the ship would be unable to leave without them.  “Damn, I completely forgot.”  It was not like you to forget such an important task. There was no access to the reports from your home so you would have to go to your office to send them.

You hurried pulling on your medical uniform and made your way to the medstation, trying not to run down the corridors.  It took several minutes to upload the reports from your PADD to Doctor Baush.  But you sighed with relief as they finished.  You were able to focus on your impending date with Leonard.  Distracted by the thoughts of what you would wear for the evening, you did not see Nurse Ravins running after you.  “Doctor [Y/L/N]!  Wait! Please I need you.”  Turning to look at the woman, she was worried and quite out of breath.

“Nina, slow down. What’s the matter?”  The woman handed you a PADD, the currently showed a medical file.

“There is a patient here that you need to see.  I don’t know where Doctor Baush went and honestly unless it’s you or him, he wouldn’t want anyone else taking care of this patient.”  You stood there confused.  

“We staff five other doctors, Nina.  There are all perfectly…”  The woman pulled your arm and all but dragged you down the corridor.  

“No, ma’am.  You have to see this one now.  I don’t care if you write me up for manhandling you.  You have to see him.”  You had never known Nina to be so forceful.  This must have been a unique situation.  You allowed her to show you down to the exam room.  The door slide open, there sat a man with his head bent low in his hands.  Stepping in you looked over the file on the PADD realizing who was seated before you.

“So I guess having the name James Kirk gets you special treatment.”  The head popped up quickly and your jaw felt like it hit the ground. “Are you kidding me?  You’re the pretty boy from the bar.”  His blond hair was going in all which ways, the tissue around his left eye was swollen and the sclera was red from many broken blood vessels.

“And you’re that woman that Bones hasn’t shut up about all day.  He probably mentioned in there sometime you were a doctor.  Just my luck as always.  Look I am not here for special treatment.  I wouldn’t let him treat me.  He is a pain in my ass.  But this eye was creeping me out.  Figured I should have it checked by someone.”  You grinned with a short nod in his direction.  

“Now I know why Nina didn’t want anyone else.  The others would be too awestruck and be kissing at your boots.  Sit back and let me look you over.  I am going to go with you were punched?” Jim nodded as you stepped close with the tricorder.  

“A little misunderstanding with someone’s husband.  But he looks worse.”  A smirk appeared as he looked off to the side.  Your fingers lightly pushed onto the bruised tissue, feeling for anything out of place or broken.  He winced but did not move away.

“You are lucky Captain…”

“Jim, please.”

“Jim, you are lucky nothing is broken.  Just soft tissue damage and broken blood vessels in your eye.  I will be able to repair it all, with the dermal regenerator.” The task only took a few minutes and his face was back to its beautiful glory.  “There you go Captain, uh I mean Jim.  Just be careful next time.”

He hopped off the exam table and looked in the mirror.  “Not too bad Doc.  Feels a helluva lot better.  Thank you.” You smiled with another nod towards him.

“Anytime.  Have a good rest of your day, sir.”  He grabbed your arm as you started to turn away.

“Look, Bones is my friend. Actually, he is my closest friend. He has been through hell and he deserves good things.  If you are just looking for some quick fun, he aint your guy.  As much as I encourage him to be, he just isn’t like that.  He is loyal to a fault and he is just a good guy. Don’t hurt him.  That’s all I’m asking… Well that and don’t tell him I said that.  Or that I came here.  Listen this whole thing just didn’t happen, okay?”  Jim groaned and rubbed his face turned around and pacing in the exam room. You could not help but smile.

“I don’t plan on hurting, Leonard.  He is a sweet, caring, and smart man.  I like him and want to see what there could be.  So unless you plan to keep me from meeting him later you had better get out of here so I can get home and find something to wear.  That could take hours.”  You laughed as you motioned for him to exit the room.

“Thanks Doc.  Glad to hear it.”  He left quickly leaving you mulling over what he said.  Leonard had good friends.  It gave you a warm feeling in your chest that someone cared about him enough to make sure you had good intentions.

You were not lying when you said it might take you hours to find the right outfit for the evening. It was bad enough that you had messaged Maggie and she was now watching you change in and out of three different outfits.  That had been narrowed down from five.  You felt like such a child unable to make up your mind.  She finally had to stop you and told you that you would be wearing the red dress because you were making her crazy.  Well, you had to admit she was probably right.  It went great with your long [Y/H/C] hair.  It went just past your knees and scooped at your neck. It was pretty and classic.  

By the time you finished getting ready you were five minutes late.  “Damn it.  He is going to think I am standing him up!”  Maggie kissed your cheek and watched you run like a lunatic out of the apartment.

“Have fun.  Don’t do anything… Oh, hell do whatever you want. Have some fun.”  You barely heard her as you rushed down the street.  By the time you rounded the corner you were fifteen minutes late.  Nevertheless, Leonard was sitting there in the same place you had left him last night. You couldn’t help but beam from ear to ear.  He lifted his head finally catching sight of you, returning the smile.  Walking quickly up to him you hugged him tight, surprising him completely.

“I am so sorry I am late. I was… well I was going a little nuts trying to find something perfect to wear for you.”  Leonard laughed into your neck a moment before pulling back to look into your eyes.

“Darlin’ you would be perfect in anything.”  His words and that damn grin were doing a number on your heart.  It was pounding hard enough, that you were sure he could hear it.  You could not do anything else but smile up at him.  “I have this great place in mind.  I really hope you like it.”  

Leonard held his arm out for you to hold ready to take you into the night.

The restaurant turned out to be one of the few you had not tried since being in York Town for the last two years.  The food was excellent, the wine was wonderful and you realized you had never been on a date with anyone who made you feel so good.  Conversation flowed easy between the two of you.  He told you all about growing up in Georgia then you told him about Maine and the beautiful winters.  Leonard grumbled about the winters.  He told you about a horrible year when he attempted skiing and ended up with a broken arm and leg.  You laughed as you sipped at your wine.  The waiter came up with the dessert menu.  Of course, you wanted to look it over.

“Oh so you are one of those girls.”  Leonard grinned at you over the menu.

“One of what girls?” You raised a brow at him, causing him to break into a laugh.

“One of those chocolate loving sweet eating ones.”

“Oh definitely.  I could eat chocolate for every meal and still not be tired of it.  You don’t like sweets?”  You handed the menu back after ordering a piece of the fudge cake.

“Not really.  I mean I like something now and then… Though my momma’s peach cobbler.  That I could eat every day.”    You made him tell you about his mother and this amazing peach cobbler as you ate your cake.  It tasted divine and you almost felt bad for not offering him a bite.  Almost.

As you left the restaurant Leonard started growing quieter.  He did not have that easy smile as he had before.  Almost as though he was going back into a shell.  You were not going to let that happen.  There was a park not far off, which overlooked one of the artificial lakes.  Ushering him through the gates you held onto his arm telling him about an embarrassing story from medical school.  The only response from him was a short unenthusiastic laugh.  “Leonard, what’s the matter?  You’ve gotten so quiet.  Did I do something?”

“Oh no darlin’, not at all. I’m sorry.  It’s just that tonight… well it has been great.  Best night I’ve had in, well longer than I care to say. But there are things you don’t know about me.  You will probably go running.”  There was a look of defeat all over his face.  You cupped his cheeks in your hands and forced him to look at you.

“Leonard, you are a good man.  You are kind, smart, and according to your friend loyal to a fault.  I am not going anywhere; give me the chance to prove it.”  He looked down into your face for several minutes. So many emotions were coming and going in his eyes.  Finally, he led you over to a bench close by and told you everything.  About Joanna, Jocelyn, the divorce.  Every horrible detail he kept to himself.  You held his hand and squeezed it when you knew he needed it.  When he was through, he looked at you.  You could tell he was expecting you to run, but you would not do that.

Smiling at him, “I’m sorry you went through all of that.  I’m sorry you don’t get to see your daughter as much as you would like. But none of that is going to scare me off.  I really like you Leonard.  I mean, really like you.  There is something here between us that is so real and wonderful.  I’m not going anywhere.”  Before you could say another word, he kissed you.  Not the chaste kissed from the early morning, but a kiss that you felt down into your toes.  Every bit of emotion from him he poured into the kiss, showing you both what could be.

Time stood still, or sped up, you couldn’t tell.  But kissing him felt like forever and not enough at the same time.  You weren’t sure how long the two of you continued on but neither of you were ready for the interruption.

“Captain Kirk to Doctor McCoy.”  Leonard growled quietly as he pulled away from you.  

“Damn it, man.  I am a little busy.”  He couldn’t stop staring at you.

“Bones, I know.  I’m sorry.  But we have orders…”

Part 3

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