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[dw-writes]

Can I get a request for a John Kennex x Reader? Soulmate Au or maybe even that fate keeps throwing them together? You're freaking amazing BTW *Hugs*

SCREAMS YES??? I LOVE SOULMATE AUS SO MUCH!!!!!! And, I mean, look at him!! What a cutie. What a fucking smartass. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!!!! Also @writerdee1701 here is some John Kennex!! ( @outside-the-government i think ive seen you reblog Kennex stuff but if not!! i’m sorry!)

A soulmate wasn’t something you wanted. You had sat and suffered and cried over thinking that you had one only to lose it because it wasn’t real and for what? Because the world – the universe? – told you that you were supposed to have a soulmate? Because the moment you turned eighteen the first words your soulmate was meant to say to you appeared on your arm?

No way.

So, after months of intensive therapy and accepting a new job in a city on the opposite side of the country, you did what any sane-but-majorly-depressed person would do: you got the tattoo covered.

You brushed your thumb over the healed black band that encircled your left arm, smiling to yourself – your sister, bless her, had suggested adding flowers, and your tattoo artist had been more than happy to include blooming flowers all around the band, even going so far as to outline them in UV ink, so that you could see the pieces that would be covered by the band itself. You tugged the sleeve of your shirt down to your wrist as you walked into the building, ready for another day at work – another case, another job well done.

You sighed and nodded at your MX-43 as you sat at your desk.

“Don’t look so excited to be here.” You looked up at the voice and felt your lips curl in a smile. John Kennex returned it and held out a second cup of coffee. You took with a grateful grin. “Dunno if you heard, but we’re workin’ a case together today,” he said, leaning on your desk.

You arched an eyebrow as you took a slow sip from your cup. It was just how you liked it, and it warmed you from the inside out. “Again?” you finally asked after another deep drink. He nodded. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d almost say we were partners,” you teased.

“I think the captain likes our closure rate,” he pointed out.

“Uh, you mean my closure rate,” you said as you drained your cup and stood, “You just happen to be along for the ride.”

“Oh?” he challenged.

You nodded and grabbed your things from your desk. “Yeah.”

“Those sound like fighting words,” he remarked.

You hummed. “If they were fighting words, I’d say you were there to look pretty, but that’s Dorian’s job!” you chirped. You wrinkled your nose. “You do give good hugs though, so, there’s that.” You patted his chest as you walked past him. “Let’s go!”

Captain Maldonado leaned out of her office as you and John walked past her with a shout of, “Masks!” Both of you lifted your hands and waved over your shoulders.

You didn’t mind sitting in the back of John’s cruiser with your MX, rubbing your thumb over your tattoo as Dorian and your MX rattled off the particulars of the case. You felt eyes on your face throughout the ride but didn’t look up to meet them. When John pulled up to the crime scene, he waved Dorian ahead with your MX and grabbed your arm before you walked past. It took you a moment to look up and, when you did, he was frowning.

“Where are you?” he whispered. You opened your mouth. He shook his head. “Don’t say here, or thinking about the case,” he murmured, “You didn’t hear a word Dorian said on the way here.”

You sighed. “My sister found her soulmate,” you said as you waved towards the bright light line of the ticker tape. John shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked with you. “It’s funny, she’s been living next door to him for a year while teaching in Scotland, and she didn’t know it was him until she ran into him in the hall during laundry day. He had a bird on his shoulder, this big thing, she sent me a picture of it, actually.” You adjusted your mask and pulled out your phone, opening the picture. It was side by side with another photo, one of a bird with its wing in a splint.

John nodded at it. “What’s that?” he asked.

You smiled to yourself. “Before she left, we found a bird in our building parking lot. It had a broken wing, and Maria, she’s got this huge soft spot for birds, so we took it to the vet and they walked us through how to take care of it.”

“And it’s the same bird her soulmate has tattooed, right?” he asked.

“How, how, how does it know that?” you asked, stopped short of the crime scene. You scratched at your arm through your sleeve. “She got her mark when she turned eighteen just like everyone else, and it was a, a, a set of card suits to a losing hand of poker, which turned out to be the exact same hand that Richard had when he lost a bet that ended up with him applying to college to be a teacher.” You shook your head. “I don’t—I don’t understand.”

John’s eyebrows were arched high when you finally looked at him. You ran your fingers behind your ears to adjust your mask while he carefully pulled his off and scratched his chin. “If it makes you feel better,” he said with one of those crooked, amused smiles of his, “I don’t understand it either.”

“No, it doesn’t make me feel better, John, because no one understands it,” you shot back, puffing your cheeks. You turned on your heel and stalked towards the dead body and Dorian and your MX were patiently waiting for you by.

“I’m just trying to make you feel better!” he shouted after your retreating form.

“A for effort!” you shouted back.

The case was a bust in terms of being complicated – the body was a mess, but there was a phone left behind, and a tagged post from the victim with someone else, a boyfriend, who confessed the moment he saw you rolling up to his apartment by shouting out of his window and jumping from it. He wound up with a broken leg and was sitting for sentencing.

John paused at a desk in the bullpen when the two of you returned. You glanced back quickly to find him talking with Valerie, and smiled, pulling off your mask. Dorian followed after you as you wandered back to your desk.

“What’s your mark?” he asked when you sat down.

You glanced up from setting your mask in the UV sanitizer. “That’s…” You leaned back and cleared your throat. “That’s a little out of the blue for you, D.” You shook your head, then picked up your keyboard and started to type out your report. “What, uh, what gives?”

“Saw you and John talking about soulmates earlier,” he said as he pulled up a chair. When you glanced up, he smirked. “I can read lips,” he answered.

You gently tossed your keyboard away from you and sighed. Your eyes drifted across the bullpen. John’s smile still hadn’t faded. “Do you know Chromes don’t have soulmate marks?” you commented.

“No, no, I didn’t know that,” Dorian replied.

You nodded, “Mhmm.” Then, scrubbed your hands over your face, you tilted your head back over the back of your chair. “Something about the way that the changing of genetic make-up eliminates whatever code is programed in us that makes the soulmate tattoos.” You dropped your hands. “He could pick Valerie and no one would argue about it.”

“You’re jealous,” Dorian replied.

“Not jealous,” you shot back.

Dorian adjusted his feet and leaned closer. “So, what’s your mark?” he asked again.

You wrinkled your nose and sat up, pulling your keyboard back to you. Dorian continued to stare. You turned your arm over and yanked up your sleeve. He took your wrist to turn your arm out more. “I got it covered up,” you said, stroking your thumb over a spot in the middle of the black band. “I kinda had a melt down after my mark appeared, and when I finally started to really believe that a soulmate doesn’t make a person, I got it covered.”

“So, what was it?” he asked again. He pushed your thumb aside and brushed his fingers over the band. As he did so, you felt eyes land on you. You set your cheek on your fist. The lights on the side of Dorian’s face lit up. “I see UV ink,” he said as he continued to trace the tattoo, “Flowers?”

“Moonflowers,” you answered with a shrug, “They only bloom once and in very specific conditions.”

“Like a soulmate,” he added with a smile. He looked back down at the band. “Is that a rectangle?”

You pulled your arm back and tugged the sleeve down. “Yeah,” you said. You swallowed a lump that had formed in your throat. “Yeah, just a rectangle.”

“No, there was something else—”

“Everything okay here?” You and Dorian looked up. John stood in front of your desk, glancing between the two of you with a concerned frown. You scratched your neck and nodded, motioning to your screen. Dorian stood and pushed the chair back where it belonged. “You sure?” John asked you.

You nodded again. “Yeah.” You sat back, adjusting the keyboard in front of you. “I’m gonna stay and finish this report. I’ll send it in for the both of us, okay?”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” You smiled. “Get outta here.”

He hesitated by your desk, knocking his knuckles against it. “Let me know if you need help, okay?” he murmured.

You stared at him. “John—”

“I’m goin’,” he sighed.

You fished around in your bag and pulled out a set of wireless headphones, then synced it up to your phone, and got to work. Valerie left with a man you didn’t recognize, and Richard walked out after her a few hours later. Captain Maldonado left shortly after them. The lights dimmed and the MX’s headed off to the elevators that took them down to the basement. You stretched your arms above your head and groaned, then tugged the sleeves of your shirt up and twisted around in your seat.

Someone pulled your headphone off. You jumped. John stepped back, holding his hands up. The set dangled from his fingers.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said with an amused smile.

“Why are you still here?” you sighed, rubbing your face. You flopped back into your seat and turned to your computer. John pulled up a chair. He set the headphones down after powering them off, then slid a glass over to you. You stared at it.

“It’s bourbon,” he said with a nod to the glass. You turned your chair slowly until you faced him. “Thought you could use it.”

You picked it up. “You thought right,” you slowly said. He held up his glass. You clinked your own against it with a smile.

As John took a slow drink, he pointed at your arm. You turned it out towards him. “Dorian said it was a moonflower?”

You stopped, the glass to your lips. “Why?” you hesitantly asked.

He stared at your tattoo for a long time. Then, he gulped down the rest of his bourbon and pulled up his sleeve. On the outside of his bicep was a simple rectangle. He turned his arm out and showed you the inside of his arm. The outline of a familiar flower stared back at you. You practically threw your glass onto the desk and slid to the edge of your seat. You traced the flower with a faint touch.

“It was on my leg,” he said after a long stretch of silence. You bit your lip. “Nurse in the ICU was nice enough to draw it better for me after about a hundred ugly little sketches.” You gasped out a laugh, dazed at the fact that it was there, right in front of you. “So, what’s in the rectangle?” he asked.

You glanced up, too engrossed in the fact that your flower was tattooed on his skin. The flower you had thought a good representation of a soulmate - something you made, that was unique, that only appeared after certain conditions were met. You shook your head faintly, and whispered, “The name Reginald in your shitty handwriting.”

“You knew?” he asked.

You licked your lips and hesitantly pulled your hands back. “I dunno, I didn’t know for sure, I hadn’t seen the handwriting since I got it covered up, I—”

John cupped your face in his hands, cutting your sentence off. He leaned in, paused, then closed the gap between you both in a surprisingly soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed.

Soulmate or not, you couldn’t believe that he returned your feelings. You gripped the front of his shirt and kissed him back.

[chickadee-djarin]

Happy Birthday, sweetie! I'm sorry this is so late! I hope you had a wonderful day 🥰

Haileyyyyy thank you so much!! 🥰

I was a little late to responding to the last few birthday messages, so no worries at all. And I had a very nice day, and I’m looking forward to my birthday dinner with the family and boyfriend this weekend. 😁

[ladyideal]

DEEEB! I've missed you! Nice to see ya hon! 🥰🥰

HAILEY!!!! I missed you too!

Hope everything's been going well with ya. 🥰🥰🥰

I got found out.

[calliecat93]

Pass the happy! 🌻When you receive this, list five things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications. 💛💛💛

Oh gosh, let me think…

Animation

Music

Kittens (and pretty much every other baby animal in existence)

Water/Rain

Seeing others happy

[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

I dunno if you consider me a mutual but... 🌠😁

Pls you are definitely my mutual!!

- staying up reading all night

- the blue star trek uniform

- driving in a car on a rainy evening in a totally comfortable, calming silence

🧡🧡🧡

mutuals send me a 🌠 and i’ll tell you three things i associate you with

[dw-writes]

🌻🖖

(WAVES HELLO)

i have a pair of converse that i turned into Hermes shoes via embroidery because i really want a pair of Hermes wing tattoos on my ankles and just cannot afford it

[chickadee-djarin]

Happy New Year Dee! I just know you'll reach your goals this year because you're a badass lady! ❤❤❤ 🖖

Happy New Year, babe! 🥳😘💛

I did get a little laugh when I saw your message though, cause I hadn’t thought about any ‘goals’ or ‘resolutions’. 😅 But now that you mention it..

I was recently informed that I’ll be moving to a different department at work around March timeframe, and although it’s gonna be a huge learning curve - I’m so excited! So goal #1 for this new year: crush it in the new department. 🤘🏻

And goal #2: buy my first house. 😬

Thanks for your love and support!! I hope you’re right, and of course I wish you all the best and a safe and happy 2022! Love youuu<3

[chickadee-djarin]

@hlabounty96 LOL you’re welcome, love. 😉

fic planning be like:

[ladyideal]

Heeeeeey Deb! I got a request for you!

Either the reader or Bones is shrunk down(to about four inches tall) accidentally by the transporter. They (whoever you choose) has to spend their time with the other(whoever you didn't shrink down). In a pocket, on the shoulder, yelling high-pitched curses at Kirk....good times. And while this happens and few feelings come to light.

What do you think?

-H❤🖖

🤣

I love this.

At the end, both are going to be cursing Kirk out 😂😂

[zepskies]

Reposting my results as challenged by @ynthehonourarywinchester. ;) 

Tagging some recent followers and a couple favs of mine to keep the game going (only if you’d like to)! 

@anti-christening, @ohiamahugefknnerd @constancelynn, @stargazingfangirl18 @becs-bunker, @hlabounty96

[starfleetbotanist]

A Captain Cannot Cheat Death (But a Doctor is Going to Try)

It had been a horrible accident. It could have happened to anyone. But for Spock, it was an unforgivable failure. Three of his science team members had been caught in it. Three lives, close to their end, because he didn’t see the signs, didn’t prepare for it. 

He sat in the sickbay, waiting on Doctor McCoy to come out and tell him the inevitable. He was mentally going over their names, writing the letters to their families that he would soon have to send. He sat straight, his face paler than usual. He didn’t look up when the doors opened. He didn’t look when Kirk sat beside him. And he didn’t respond at first as the captain spoke to him.

“Spock, it’s going to be okay. You know that, right?”

“Their injuries, Captain, are beyond healing.”

“You don’t know that. Trust Bones, Spock.”

“One cannot cheat death forever, Jim.”

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure Bones scares the shit out of Death.”

“A metaphor, sir?”

“Something like that.” Kirk grinned at him, and he couldn’t help relaxing a little at the man’s easy confidence. “He’s done this song and dance before.”

Spock raised an eyebrow, but Kirk simply smiled at him. 

“Even as talented a doctor as Doctor McCoy cannot save every life,” he said after a moment. “I should have been with them.”

“Spock, you can’t think like that. Believe me, it’s hard not to, but thinking that way won’t help anyone. What we have to do is look at this as a chance to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“That does nothing to help those injured because of me.”

“It helps the ones under your command in the future. Spock, this shouldn’t have happened. But that doesn’t make it your fault. Even a genius couldn’t prepare for something that logically shouldn’t even be a possibility. But it’s going to work out, you’ll see. Bones has them now, and he’s not going to let them go that easy.”

“I do not feel your confidence, Jim. You of course remember when I told you a captain cannot cheat death upon our first meeting. I do not believe anyone can.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m a doctor, not a captain, or just anyone.”

They looked up as the tired voice spoke. McCoy stood before them, exhausted but with a glow of triumph upon him. 

“They made it, Spock. It was touch and go, but they’re gonna be just fine.”

“May I see them?”

McCoy nodded, motioning to the recovery beds, where Christine and the other nurses were transferring the three scientists. Spock stood, beginning to make his way over there. He paused, turning back to McCoy and Kirk.

“Thank you. Both of you. Most sincerely.”

The two men shared a smile as their Vulcan went to check on his team. 

“You did it,” Kirk grinned. “I knew you would.”

“Yeah, well. I had a good team to help me. And Death knows better’n to show up in my medbay and not expect a fight.”

Kirk laughed, patting McCoy’s shoulder.

“Come on, Bones. I’ll get you some coffee.”

They went to the CMO’s office, casting a last glance to Spock as he hovered by the biobeds, speaking quietly with Christine. They’d cheated for one more day. They’d do their best to keep at it.

Once again, this is based on a prompt by @hlabounty96 ! It was so fun to write!

[chickadee-djarin]

@hlabounty96 and @blueeyesatnight this made me think of both of y’all. 😘

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Inspired by @hlabounty96 and @starfleetbotanist 's Jaylah found family stuff

Her eyes opened slowly, creaking as she did. They didn't stay open for long, however, and she was enclosed in darkness once again.

This darkness wasn't cold like the nights she'd spent in Krall's camp as a child, or the many sleepless ones spent gazing at the stars after she escaped, wishing she could fly out to them and leave Altamid forever.

She smiled to herself. She'd escaped now and was safe.

No, this darkness was warm. It had a red tint. It was small and close to her chest, like the comfort of a campfire from the expeditions she'd been on with the Academy.

Yet the feeling in her chest was nothing like at the Academy. There she felt excited, eager. She would jump at any opportunity because she was alive and everyone was going to know it.

Here was cosy. A secluded, safe place that, now she thought back, she didn't remember feeling. She knew she'd felt it at some point but what it was escaped her. 

For so long she'd been surviving and now she was living. But along the way, she only held onto the adrenaline, because it was all she knew, it was what she survived on. She'd forgotten about warmth, trust and security.

She turned over in the big armchair and pulled the quilt over her further. Quilt? She hadn't fallen asleep with a quilt.

Shaking her head, she tried to settle down again. The snug chair welcomed her attempts at slumber. She'd claimed this chair within a moment of seeing it for the first time. It was bright red, cushions plush and broad back sturdy. The one across the room was a match to it, with the same footstool too.

The rain outside was still pouring it down. She'd found many phrases for rain through Montgomery Scotty. James T said it was because he was Scottish, she didn't understand why that meant he knew so much about rain.

Dr Bones also knew a lot about rain. He used long phrases to describe it, angry rain, deep rumblin' thunder, storm sitting kind'o rain. His speech was harder to understand now they were staying at his farmhouse for her winter break.

Her study at the Academy was different to everyone else's. She'd joined in the new year, far away from the late summer date that students usually started at. There had been a lot of catching up, a lot of doctors and a lot of other people asking questions upon questions. 

Her main break was this one, in the winter. There was too much catching up to do for her to work with everyone who started in September. She was with a lot of misfits, other species who saw no one like them, people who hadn't had the opportunity until January, or people who didn't know until too late. 

She had friends there, she'd been told she was a friendly person. But this is what she'd been looking forward to. It had almost been a year since she left Altamid and met her family.

They'd all kept in contact as much as possible. Montgomery Scotty, Mr Spock and Dr Bones were around the most, they were around the campus a lot, either teaching or working in a facility. James T visited every few weeks, he was doing a lot of small jobs, building command and engineering skills. Uhura, Sulu and Chekov had been all over the galaxy but she was eager to hear their stories, and they were the same to her.

She opened her eyes slightly to look at them. Just looking at them started a fire within her. She'd been without for so long and knowing she had everything she needed now was taking a lot of adjustment.

Dr Bones was knitting in the twin chair to her's, he looked content and had the light smile he'd had on for the entire time they'd been here. All she'd ever seen him with was a frown, a smile looked better on his face. Montgomery Scotty was tinkering with something on the floor, his tongue sticking out as quiet beeps and boots came out of whatever he was playing with.

James T was reading a book, he read a lot of those and sometimes, when he was especially eager, he would perform a scene or two to them while Dr Bones cooked. He had a smile on his face as he lay his head back onto the cushion of the sofa from where he sat on the floor.

Chekov and Sulu were the only ones who were watching the holo playing peacefully in the background. She couldn't quite make out what it was but didn't stress, the fuzzy noise was more calming to fall asleep to. 

Uhura was comfortable on Mr Spock's shoulder, she too was falling asleep but was fighting to keep her eyes open. Mr Spock protected her with an arm around her shoulder. His face was neutral with a glimmer of interest about whatever he was reading on his PADD.

She shuffled again and sat up, rubbing her eyes. The sky outside was dark and gloomy, the rain hadn't ceased in the time she'd been asleep. 

Dr Bones looked up from the pastel blue and yellow quilt he was knitting and smiled. The others followed his gaze and gave her similar looks.

"Welcome to the land of the conscious," Dr Bones said, he glanced at Uhura. "Well, almost conscious,"

"How long have I been sleeping?" 

"Just under two hours," James T answered.

"You looked so peaceful, we couldn't wake you," Dr Bones said.

She swung her legs off the footstool and stretched. Her eyes still wanted to close and her head filled with fog but she persisted. She realised she didn't want to miss a moment with her family.

James T stood up with her and placed his hands on his hips, "I'm making drinks, does anyone want one?"

Dr Bones, Chekov, Sulu and Uhura shook their heads, Spock and Scotty nodded. 

"I will have the sun tea Dr Bones made,"

She looked at him and he smiled. The wrinkles on his face stretched as he did, his hair ruffled. Another strange feeling hit her slowly, he reminded her of the few things she remembered of her father before Krall. The happy things. 

Her father's markings meant protector, a person to safeguard and look after those kept close. He lived up to the role with an eagerness. Dr Bones was equally as willing.

As James T placed the glass mug on the table next to her, she read his eyes and knew they were proud. She didn't know why at first but as she saw the same look in everyone's eyes, she had her third realisation of the night.

That was the first time she'd fallen asleep in front of anyone since she'd escaped. There was no reason to trust anyone enough, not when her very survival was at stake.

But she knew it was a good thing. It meant she was healing, and she let a tear drip down her cheek as she smiled. She was home again, and it had been a long time since she'd thought that.

I listened to the Rainy Day Antiques headspace thing one night, got inspired and held onto it long enough to write this. I hope you enjoyed this!

[dw-writes]

also: invasion 18 is done. needs to be edited. and i need to edit for @hlabounty96 because its been open on my desktop for weeks and just...IM SORRY LOVE ILL DO IT TODAY I PROMISE ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[chickadee-djarin]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.💕

Haileyyyyyyyy I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 😍😘🥰

[ladyideal]

Can I get a Star Trek AOS Bones X Reader. They're strangers on a shuttle when it crashes during shore leave? Just some good ol' fluff and angst. 😁🖖

Don't tempt me with a good time with angst.

*cackles*

I'm done with all the fluffy fics of the holidays, and that ugly angsty head is coming out full force.

Oh wait. No one dies. Damn. Next time then.

I'll hopefully have this up some time in Jan. 😅