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heliads · 6 months

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Read the pinned post and I'm so glad you're still taking requests for Star Trek!! I was wondering if you could do something for Bones with loads of banter and friends to lovers? Like they work together on the enterprise and are super close. They're always flirting and making fun of eachother, etc until one day R gets hurt and they both confess. I'm a sucker for sick fics/hurt comfort.

'Stay Safe' - leonard 'bones' mccoy

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There’s never a dull moment when you’re up amongst the stars.

At times like this, when everything is going south, it’s important to remember that you signed up for this. You were the one who decided that a simple life back on your home planet was too boring for you. You were the one who chose to put yourself through the most rigorous courses you could find in Starfleet Academy. You were the one who somehow thought that pestering Jim Kirk (that’s Captain to you) to let you onto the Enterprise would be the best possible career plan.

And now you’re the one finding yourself hurled into danger for what feels like the dozenth time this week. At least you’re not twiddling your thumbs, hoping for something to do, but at least boredom doesn’t get you killed. At this rate, with Jim’s latest half-mad plan to get you all out of the latest crisis, you have no idea if you can say that about your position on the Enterprise.

The Enterprise’s latest incident is going to take place in a few hours. There’s been a situation on a backwater planet where an escape pod from an imploding shuttle was accidentally stranded without any chance of rescue. Unfortunately, the travelers in the pod managed to crash land on a planet with a toxic atmosphere, so they’ve been forced to stay inside their pod lest they breathe in the poisonous gas. They’ve only got a short while before their life support systems give out, which is why it’s time for the Enterprise to step in.

The only problem is that this planet is way more hostile than original scans made it out to be. What was meant to be a one man mission has quickly unraveled into a far more complex plan. More crew members will have to be sent down, and you’ll need contact with the ship so you can quickly beam everyone up before they get hurt.

You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised to receive a summons to the bridge. You’ve known Jim for a while now, and in turn he knows that he can rely on you in dangerous times such as these. You’ve more than proven yourself capable of handling extreme pressure and risks, so your caution and quick thinking pay off by plunging you back in danger again.

Jim wants a group to travel down to the surface and retrieve the pod with its survivors. You’ll go along with Sulu, Uhura, and your captain, as all of you work well together and can handle tough situations like this. Jim gave you the option to stay back on the Enterprise, of course, he’d never force you into something as perilous as this, but this won’t be the first time that you’ve risked your life to save innocent lives, and it certainly won’t be the last.

Jim had known that, but he’d still smiled with obvious relief when you agreed to take part in the mission. “Glad to have you with us,” he’d said, clapping you on the shoulder, “Now, we’ve got to get moving, and fast. You’ll have to swing by the med wing to get cleared for surface interaction. Meet us back here as soon as you can so we can finish going over details before we head out. And thanks again, Y/N.”

You’d waved off his gratitude with an easy smile. This is what you do best, after all. You accept the risks and you take the challenges. All in a day’s work. Still, the more difficult part has yet to come. This planet’s atmosphere is no joke. Even a few minutes of unadulterated skin contact on the surface of that planet could burn away your skin. That’s why you’ll need to head over to the medical wing so they can decide you’re in good enough condition to risk it, as well as give you necessary supplements to provide some protection against the acidity of the atmosphere. Besides, it’ll give you a chance to catch up with a friend, and you’ve never turned that down, either.

Your footsteps are quick as you hurry out of the bridge and down the sprawling corridors towards the medical wing. It’s as busy as ever, with blue-shirted figures darting in and out wherever you look. Still, in all of their chaos and yours, you manage to locate the one man you’re here to see in record time.

Doctor Leonard McCoy, known to some as the most intimidating medical professional on the Enterprise and to his friends as Bones, has just finished sending one patient on their way when he’s confronted with the sight of another one. Unlike most of the invalids to cross his path, though, Bones doesn’t greet you with an unhappy harrumph, nor even a sarcastic comment about what you did to land yourself in the med wing. Instead, he almost smiles.

“Y/N. Good to see you. I don’t suppose you’re here to help out or do something nice for me?” He says dryly.

You grin. “Afraid not, Bones. I need a favor.”

He arches a dark brow, crossing the room to replenish a container of syringes. “What favor? If it’s anything more than verbal, you’re going to have to join the patient waitlist.”

You wince. “See, I was hoping you wouldn’t say that. I need you to clear me for contact with the planet. ASAP.”

Bones actually stops moving for once in his life just so he can stare incredulously at you. “Are you out of your mind? I thought Jim declared any activity on that planet to be a risk to life and resources.”

“He did,” you admit, “but that’s why I’m joining the party. The more the merrier, apparently. Uhura says she wants someone down there with functioning critical thinking skills so she can balance out Jim. We’ll be fine so long as we stick together, but I need you to clear me first.”

Bones folds his arms across his chest. “So all I have to do to stop you from going into a trap this big is to just refuse to check your condition? Done.”

You pull a face. “Bones, I’m not kidding. We have to do this.”

“Neither am I,” he fires back. “This is a stupid move and Jim knows that. I’m not letting him lose half the superior officers of this ship all at once. You’re all going to get yourselves killed. Hate me if you want, sweetheart, but I’m keeping you alive. That’s what the medical officer is supposed to do, by the way, in case you forgot.”

You sigh. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but we have to do this, you know that. Besides, if you won’t clear me, I’ll just find someone who will. Would it make you sleep easier at night if you refused to take a look at me so I made an intern give me the meds I need to breathe down there? I’m sure they’d get the prescription right on the first try.”

Bones blows a sharp breath out, but when it becomes clear that you aren’t willing to back down, he purses his lips and relents. “Fine. You’re too damn stubborn for your own good, by the way.”

You crack a grin. “From you, Bones, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He hems and haws while he runs the necessary scans, but when you walk out of the med wing, you do so with the perfect combination of supplements and injections to enable you to breathe the toxic atmosphere on the planet without dying. You’ll all be in thick suits anyway, but just in case, it’s important to take these steps to protect yourselves now. Hopefully, you won’t need them, but the downsides of skipping them are much worse than the inconvenience of a couple extra shots.

Bones makes sure to remind you of this before you go. He warns you to stay out of trouble, knowing full well that there’s no chance of that, but you nod along anyway. You glance over your shoulder right before you leave the med wing, and catch a glimpse of him staring after you, brow knit with anxiety. At this point, you have to return from this mission intact not just for your own good but his as well.

Jim and the others are finalizing the plan when you get back to the bridge. He feigns surprise when you walk in, although he can’t hide a broad grin. “Bones let you go that easily? Maybe he’s losing his touch.”

You arch a brow. “What does that mean?”

Your captain laughs. “It means he’s very protective of you. It’s cute.”

You make a face. “I didn’t think I’d ever hear you call Bones cute, and now I wish I never did.”

Jim rolls his eyes. “I’m just trying to connect to you, Y/N. I thought you’d agree with that. You two only ever spend time with each other anyway, aren’t you—”

He’s studiously interrupted by Uhura calling everyone to focus so you can get down to the planet as soon as possible. You don’t miss the pointed look she gives to Jim the second they think your back is turned, but you’ve been seeing a lot of those lately, and they only get easier to ignore.

Contrary to what is apparently the popular belief on the Enterprise, you’re not in a relationship with Bones. It’s startling how many people here think you are, but you’re not. You’re just friends. No matter how many times Jim points out that Bones is oddly friendly and warm towards you, and offenses committed by Jim that earn hours of yelling only receive a small frown when you repeat them, the truth is the same. Jim may have a romantic goal for you and Bones, but it’s not happening.

What is happening, however, is the mission at hand. After conferring for a while longer, you have Scotty beam all of you down to the planet surface. The ground underneath your feet is rocky and uneven, so you’ll have to be cautious. One bad spill could leave you with a torn suit, and even with your medical boosters, you want as little contact with the toxic environment as possible.

You and the others quickly make your way to the downed escape pod. Once there, you spread out, spreading a connective net between all of you before setting it on the ground and activating it. A temporary shield forms a dome in the air, sealing off the ground from the poison clouds floating low through the air. Once the life support cycles through, it’s safe for anyone without a suit to breathe. It’ll wear out soon though, especially while taking a continuous beating from the noxious gas outside, so you’ll have to move quickly.

You hurry over to the pod, knocking twice on the side before calling for them to come out. Slowly, a hatch on the side retracts, and five travelers come out, eyes wide and scared. Uhura hands them some suits, urging the victims to put them on quickly. They don’t need to be told twice, hurriedly pulling on the suits while you count down the seconds before you need to move again.

Although helpful when combating the toxic atmosphere, you won’t be able to beam up while you’re in the shield dome due to the energy signature currently keeping you alive. You’ll have to slowly let people out of the dome and hope that their suits stay stable long enough for Scotty up above to lock onto their signatures and safely retrieve them.

One by one, the members of the doomed escape pod leave the safety of the dome. You watch them get beamed up one by one, listening to your earpiece to know when to send up the next one. Finally, the last of them is ready to be sent up, and you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. At last, an Enterprise mission that goes according to plan.

See, you should have known better than to jinx it like that. It’s common knowledge around here that the moment you decide something is going according to plan, you’ll be proven wrong in a heartbeat, and the galaxy likes nothing better than to mess with all of you.

So, of course, not a fraction of a second later than the time you think you’ll be alright, you notice a gap between the dome and the ground. The surface of this planet is rocky, you noticed it when you first landed. One of the escapees must have knocked into the dome generator while you were pulling them out. It wouldn’t have taken much to disrupt the field, not when it’s been fighting the acidity of the environment around you for so long.

And, as you watch with horrified eyes, the toxic sludge from outside has already started to make its way in. All it takes is one drop. One drop, to start to wear away at the protective coating of the generators. One drop, to make its way inside the machinery. One drop, to cause a chain reaction that ends with the energy of the dome cycling back in on itself and exploding.

You have just enough time to shout for everyone to take cover before the thing goes nuclear. The last person stuck on the doomed escape pod is right beside you, and you fling your body over them to protect them from the blast. The impact slams into you a heartbeat later, knocking you to the ground. Your suit can take a beating from the toxic gas, but not a self destructing energy shield generator, and if it wasn’t already weakened from the blast, tumbling over sharp rocks is more than enough to tear holes in the side.

Instantly, the toxic gas rushes in. You scream out, feeling the poisonous fumes eating away at your skin. Everything is metallic and agonizing, the taste of copper radiating through your mouth. Somewhere in the background, you can hear Jim yelling for Scotty to beam you up now, but it’s hard to hear him distinctly when your vocal chords are taut in one constant cry of pain. You manage to endure another few seconds before blacking out, and although unconsciousness is always a bad sign when you’re on a foreign planet, your last satisfied thought before you pass out is that at least you won’t have to feel the pain anymore.

It’s quiet for a long time, dark and quiet. Peaceful, almost. You wake up slowly. It hurts to open your eyes because it’s so bright compared to the hazy blackness behind your lids, but it gets easier after a while. When you’re finally able to piece together the fact that you’re on a bed in the med wing, secluded from the main hustle and bustle so you can heal in privacy, you also realize that you’re not alone. Bones is sitting in a chair drawn up close beside you, head in shaky hands.

Bones. Oh, he must be irate. All those warnings about keeping you safe and then you went and hurt yourself like this. It wasn’t like you wanted to have your skin melted off by a toxic planet, but that’s how it goes when you try to save people. Bones, however, doesn’t care about the rest. He cares about you, as he’s put it plainly several times.

You reach over, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Everything alright, Doc?”

He jerks up, startled, although the panic in his eyes starts to abate when he realizes you’re conscious. “I think I should be asking you that. You’re the one who came back in a pool of your own blood.”

You wince. “How bad was it?”

“Very,” he says, and that one word contains with it the gravity of a lifetime.

You can imagine how it must have gone for him, then. Bones, biding his time up in the med wing, patching up patients to distract himself from not knowing what was going down on the surface of the planet. He would have told himself it would be fine because you said it would be fine, and just as he got halfway to believing it, Jim would have rushed through the doors carrying your unconscious, bleeding, actively diminishing body. What a ghastly scene.

“You patched me up pretty well, though. I don’t feel anything.” You tell him, mostly to try and lift that desperate look on his face.

Bones lets out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, well, that’s what a cocktail of painkillers will do for you. You’ll take a while to recover, though. I can’t stop that.”

From the way he keeps shooting nervous glances at your side, though, you can tell that he wishes more than anything that he could stop it. The two of you wait in patient, terrible silence, and then Bones gives in and says what he’s been holding back all this time.

“It’s just– Dammit, Y/N, I thought you were going to die. When they brought you in, you weren’t moving. Your heart was barely even beating. I can keep giving you pills and bandages when you need them, but that won’t be enough to bring you back from the dead. I can’t lose you, Y/N. I could lose the ship, I could lose the rest of the crew, I could lose myself, but I can’t lose you.”

Your breath is shallow in your chest, and not just because of the injury. “Why?”

“You know why,” he says, refusing to look at you.

“I want to hear you say it,” you tell him.

A silence. A drawn breath. “I love you,” he says at last, “I love you, Y/N. More than anything. Didn’t know it until I thought you were dead. Didn’t think I’d have to say it until you woke up.”

Bones is not one to beat around the bush, but he still waits a beat or too longer before forcing himself to look back at you. His eyes cut to you in one clean jerk, like ripping off a bandage. You’re not here to hurt him, though. Not anymore.

“I love you too,” you tell him. “Probably longer than you.”

“There’s no reason to make this a contest,” Bones chides you, but he’s starting to smile at last.

“Why not? Scared I’ll win?” You laugh.

Bones tries to glare, but the corners of his mouth refuse to tamp down into anything sober or serious. “Cut that out.”

“Make me,” you challenge him, and he takes you up on your word by leaning forward abruptly to kiss you.

Of all the things to make you go silent, that might be your favorite. It’ll take you a while to heal, but maybe it’s not the worst thing to be stuck in the med wing for a while longer. You and Bones have plenty of things to talk about in the meantime.

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to-boldly-nope · 3 months

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Like Crazy (Peck!Spock x Reader)

Plot: just...angsty pining

Words: 566

Warnings: drinking, brief mentions of making out (so slight nsfw), angst, self-angst(?)

A/N: Hey!!! First of all, if you've read that one post about the reason why I stopped writing, I'm here to say everything is still OK between me and my fiance and we plan on getting married in October! Second, it's been a while, like I don't know how long, maybe 2 years? Maybe 3? How's it going! And third, my dad started watching Strange New Worlds and holy shit Ethan Peck is...woah...(in a good way..obv)

Another A/N: If yall see me posting a lot just message me and tell me to get back to my school work because I'm a master procrastinator.

You sit at the bar on the ship, watching as the people party and drink and you do too, well, you drink. You watch as Christine flirt with Spock for the umpteenth time tonight, he looks bored as he makes eye contact with you from across the room. Was he actually uninterested or did he just look like that? You take another shot.

You see Spock walk up to you and you grimace softly. “Too much Christine?”

“Indeed,” he simply said. I try to sit up, but I sway softly. Was the ship unbalanced or were you drunk? You couldn’t even tell until Spock’s hands steadied you. His face was blank, but his eyes were concerned. “You’re intoxicated.”

“I’m not. Why do you care?”

“You are a valued member of this crew,” he said, his voice deep like always and it sent shivers down your spine. This wasn’t even right. Spock shouldn’t be caught in the middle of whatever was going on. Between you and Christine pining after him, trying to win his affection. You swore that there was something there for you in his eyes. He always had a softer look, a softer voice, a softer touch. You don’t want this to end, but if you kept on being a coward then Christine would win him over first.

“Right,” you say with an eye roll.

“I mean it, (Y/N),” he whispered and the shiver returned again.

You don’t remember when you made it into the science lab with Spock. Maybe it was adrenaline or maybe you were drunk, but those thoughts went away as Spock pressed you against the table.

“Don’t wake me,” you mumbled against his lips.

“What was that?” Spock asked while pulling away.

You just shake your head. You were scared of that one wrong thing and you’d wake up from this dream. You’d wake up and Spock would realize that you didn’t deserve any of this and he should be with someone like Christine and not some tough security officer. Someone who matches his intellect and can have conversations and requires logic and not force, but you could do that too. What’s the difference between you and her anyway? You can be logical and intellectual too. You seem to be viewing yourself from outside of your body, like a reflection. You see yourself wrap your legs around his waist as he easily lifts you up on the table, making some of the glasses fall to the floor and shatter.

You’re afraid that everything will disappear. Maybe he’s just here to help numb the pain, the pining. Maybe he made his choice and decided that he wanted you and not Christine, she was leaving for the Fellowship after all. Maybe this wasn’t a dream after all.

You let him lean into you, placing kisses against your neck, one of his hands holding your thigh and the other resting on your lower back, holding you up, making sure you don’t touch any of the broken glass. Your hands go towards his uniform shirt, grasping it.

You wake up in your bed, the skin on your neck tingling softly from where you dreamed of the kisses and the bites. You take a minute to ground yourself, making sure that you are awake and aware, your fingers slowly touching the tingling skin.

“Alone again,” you hissed to yourself, wiping away tears, “what’s the point?”

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1-800-free-oo-mox · 1 year

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Imagine

(You notice Arex staring at you intensely on the bridge during night shift)

Y/N: (worried) Arex are you OK? (you scan him with medical tricorder) you look totally out of it r u rlly fit for duty?

Arex: S-sir? (gets embarassed and quickly turns back to his scope chuckling softly) sorry I thought I was dreaming...

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starfleetimagines · 3 months

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Malcom Reed hugging headcanons?

Hugging Malcolm Reed

Malcolm isn’t big on physical affection. Not because he doesn’t want it per se but because he was just so emotionally neglected as a child he isn’t always comfortable with it. So when he does show physical affection it's a big deal.

He'd definitely not hug you while on duty, unless in a dire situation where one of you almost died or something, but even then he'd opt to just hold your hand or have his arm around your waist.

He'd be a very gentle hugger. He'd hold you loose but close, hands splayed on your back as his chin hooked over your shoulder. He wouldn't hold you tight unless one of you was very upset about something, and even then he wouldn't want to hurt you.

You'd more often than not have to ask for him to hug you, at least for the first little while in your relationship. Each time you did, he'd blink in surprise (not many people have wanted to hug him let alone ask for permission), but he'd open his arms and quietly say, "Of course" or "C'mere".

Eventually, he'd start to pick up on when you needed hugs. He'd always ask, though, or softly say, "I'm going to hug you, okay?" just in case you wanted to back up. You'd do the same to him, because that would just make him most comfortable.

He wouldn't say much when you're hugging. Possibly a "you're okay" or "I got you", but he'd mostly focus on just holding you close and waiting for you to pull back.

And when he began asking for hugs, too, that's when you knew he felt truly comfortable with you.

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mybullshitsensesaretingling · 9 months

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A Vulcan Smile Part Seven

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six]

Jim looked up from his computer as the door to his ready room swished open. He had stolen away to the ship to get some much-needed quiet to review his notes before his next meeting. A quiet he was surprised to see emanating from his best friend as he made his way across the room.

Leonard typically preferred to make his presence in a room known, entering with a joke or a complaint or some kind of combination of the two. Now he took a seat across from Jim in complete silence. The captain looked him over, trying to identify where this change was coming from. He wore crumpled shirt and an unreadable expression.

"Is that the same uniform as yesterday?" Jim finally asked.

"Didn't have time to change."

"You've been off duty for twelve hours, Bones. How long does it take? You wear the same thing everyday," Jim pointed out.

"I was helping Joanna with her homework and then," Leonard's voice dropped slightly, "I was with (Y/N)."

Jim’s brows raised. "Were you?"

"Apologizing," Leonard clarified.

"And what did you do that required you to apologize all night long?" Jim's words tiptoed around innuendo.

"Joanna was suspended for starting a fight."

"So you were apologizing for your part in bringing another angry McCoy into the universe," Jim guessed.

"I didn't react well to the news," Leonard admitted. "Started a fight of my own."

"That doesn't sound like you," Jim said sarcastically.

“I blamed her. Told her that Joanna was picking up violant tendencies from her,” Leonard explained.

Jim let out a disappointed breath. He didn’t know you well, but he had heard so much about you through long winded, sporadic rants from Leonard that he could guess how well that went over. He certainly knew enough about people in general to know that wasn’t something you said to someone who cared gor your child.

“She blamed me. Told me Joanna was acting out because she’s hurt that I left and doesn’t know how to express it.” Leonard slumped back in the chair. “Apparently I don’t put in enough effort as a father.”

“Well,” Jim started pointedly. He raised his brows and tilted his head, hoping if he made a strong enough facial expression he wouldn’t have to finish the thought out loud.

“When were you planning to tell me you though I was a bad father?”

Jim let out a breathy chuckle at his friends dramatics. “I don’t think you’re a bad father. I think that (Y/N) spends a lot of time with Joanna and if she thinks she’s feeling a little abandoned then she might know what she’s talking about.”

Leonard sighed. “I know.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I already apologized.”

This earned Leonard a look that told him he needed to do better than that.

“I suppose I don’t really have a choice.”

“Not if you ever want to be able to respect yourself again.”

Leonard groaned and rubbed a hand across his face. “I’m not cut out for this.”

“You said the same thing the first time you had to work on a ship. Now look at you.”

“Now look at me,” Leonard repeated in a defeated tone.

“You know-” Jim waited until his friend was looking at him again to finish, “Centaurus isn’t that far out of our way.”

“Oh no.” Leonard shook his head and held up a hand. “This ship is on red alert every other thursday. My eleven year old isn’t going to be involved in that.”

“We’d be taking a similar course to the shuttle. Any dangers we run into they’d probably run into too. Wouldn’t you prefer she run into them with you?”

“I’d rather she not be in space at all, but seeing as I wasn’t given a choice in that…” Leonard trailed of, thinking it over. “You wouldn’t mind the detour?”

“Not at all.”

“You know letting my daughter and Spock’s sister loose on this ship might lead to more chaos than we’re prepared for.”

Jim shook his head. “Spock’s gonna hate this.”

“You don’t have to convice me, Jim. I’m alread on board.”

“Tell me again,” Leonard ordered as he walked with Joanna to the Enterprise.

“The warp core, jefferies tubes, and bridge are off limits. If red lights start flashing I am to stay in my room. If I hear the word ‘anomoly’ over the comms, I am to find you in the sickbay. If I see more than five people in uniform running in the halls I am to find Ms. Grayson and wait for the all clear. No wandering the halls or entering the recreation deck or holodeck alone. No fun of any kind,” Joanna rattled off.

“Good. Stick to those rules and you should make it back home in one piece.”

“Can’t I have a little fun?”

“Being a passenger on the Enterprise is-”

“Not a reward for punching my classmate even if he is a shithead and desereved it,” she parroted the words he’d used when he explained the arrangement to her. “I’ve gotten like two lectures a day since I was suspended, thrown up on during a shuttle ride here, and given four times the calc homework I would normally have. Haven’t I been punished enough?”

“We’re not punishing you. We’re making sure you’ve learned your lesson. We don’t want you to turn into a violent drop out with no direction in life and a long arrest record.”

“You’re say ‘we’ a lot about you and Ms. Grayson,” she pointed out.

“Oh look! Lieutenant Uhura.” Leonard quickly changed the subject, coming to a stop outside the air lock where the Lieutenant was standing. “Waiting for Spock?”

“He’s just saying goodbye.” She nodded over to where he stood with you and Serek.

“Good might be a stretch,” Leonard mumbled.

“Who are they talking to?” Joanna asked.

“The Vulcan ambassador,” Nyota answered.

“They don’t seem to like him.”

“It’s a complicated relationship,” she said, watching the three of you hold up Vulcan salutes.

As the ambassador turned and boarded another ship, you folded down you pinky and ring finger and lifted your raised fingers to your temple. Your head jerked to the side as you pretended to shoot yourself in the head. To Leonard's suprise, Spock used his hand to wipe your imaginary blood from the side of his face.

The two of you walked in silence to meet the others. You both had your hands clasped behind your back, but as you got closer yours moved to swing at your side.

Uhura watched the way Leonard smiled and then stiffened awkwardly as you approached.

“Come on let’s get out of here before Spock and I are used as a visual aid in another debate about the future of the Vulcan race,” you said when you reach them. “If I get called V’tosh ka’tur one more time, I’m going to start throwing things.”

“That kind of behavior is exactly why they call you V’tosh ka’tur,” Spock pointing out.

“Don’t call your sister a Vulcan without logic, Spock,” Uhura chastised.

“Thank you. Wanting to throw things at those stuffy, xenophobic elders is completely logical,” you argued. “And besides they call you V’tosh ka’tur too.”

Spock mouth dropped open. “I am not V’tosh ka’tur. I follow the ancestral teachings.”

“But you stink like a human.”

“You are using nasal supresants. You don’t know what I smell like.”

Leonard leaned forward and took a wiff. “No, she’s right. Just like a human.”

You smiled at the doctor. “This is going to be a fun little trip.”

Joanna grinned. Spock’s jaw tightened.

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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You knew Spock had feelings, all Vulcans did, they just didn't show them in a way humans, or most species, were used to, preferring to be guided by logic.

Your problem was that you didn't know whether Spock had feelings for you.

And you had no idea how to figure it out, without potentially making a fool of yourself. He didn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve.

You were both working late, studying the artefact retrieved from the last away mission, and you couldn't stop watching him as he worked next to you at the table.

It took you a minute to realise you were even doing it, too tired and too distracted, until Spock turned to you, feeling your eyes on him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, causing you to sit up straight suddenly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Me? Er yeah, fine, just a little tired," you tried, mentally kicking yourself for how unconvincing you sounded.

"The tone of your voice indicates that you are no being entirely honest," Spock devised, placing the scanner he had in his hand down to give you his full attention, "if something is bothering you, you can tell me."

You hadn't anticipated doing this here and now, but you could tell that Spock was not going to let it go until you were honest with him.

"I've just, been thinking," you began, not really sure how to phrase this.

Spock raised one eyebrow, "thinking? About what?" He turned on his chair so his whole body was facing towards you.

"Vulcans and their... feelings," god, you were failing at this miserably.

"Our emotions?" He asked slowly and you nodded, "why the sudden curiosity?

"Forget I said anything," you replied quickly, feeling your cheeks heating up as you walked away.

"I can see from your embarassed reaction that I might have something wrong," Spock tried to deduce, angling his head slightly as he watched you.

"No, you haven't Spock, I mean it isn't-" you blabbed hopelessly, seeing no way out of the ginormous hole you dug for yourself.

Spock studied you for a moment, and then when you felt like you couldn't take his eyes burning into you any longer, what appeared to be a look of realisation passed over his face.

"Ah," he said, "I believe I know what this is about."

"You- you do?" You blinked, unsure of where this was going. You'd known Spock a long time, and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin your friendship.

"Yes," Spock said matter-of-factly, but then said nothing further for a long stretch of a moment.

"... and?" You prompted, not wanting to be the one to fill in the blanks in case you were wrong.

"And you are wondering if I have feelings for you," he told you, watching as you took a sharp inhale of breath. His statement had given nothing away.

"Spock-" you began, hoping to explain yourself in a way that would salvage his conversation.

"I do," he cut you off, and you felt the tension that had been building disipate instantly.

"You do?? You doublechecked, voice quieter than you'd intended.

"Yes, I believed that was obvious," he informed you, "we have been spending a lot of timetogether, working yes, but also eating together and spending time alone together for the sake of enjoying each other's company."

That was true, and it was when you'd developed feelings for him too, learning about each other, opening up to each other, finding out what you had in common...

He noticed your confused pause, and continued, "I can see now that this was not as obvious as I had previously thought, I apologise, on Vulcan-"

"No, it's okay Spock," you smiled, feeling a little silly, "I thought maybe, you know, that you did, but I didn't want to think I was reading into things the wrong way."

"I assure you, you were not," Spock promised, putting a hand on yours. You squeezed his hand, very much relieved

"Might I also assume," he added after a pause, "that this means you have feelings for me also?"

"Huh?" It took you a second to realise what he was asking, before you laugh, "oh, yes, yes I do."

"Good," he nodded, the corners of his lips twitching into what you would consider a smile for him, "because that would have made this rather awkward if not."

Before you could ask what this he was referring to, he leaned in and kissed you.

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Leadership and Mended Relationships

Pairing: Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Ex-Captain! reader Characters: Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Ex-Captain! reader, James T. Kirk, Spock Warnings: Fake aliens, bad alien biology (author created), mentions of crew mates dying or being dead, Kirk and reader interactions, Kirk and Bones interactions, classic Spock behavior, fighting, mentions of stabbing Word Count: 3,357

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You sigh, staring up at the sky as you think about everything that’s happened to lead to this moment; you in a tree, so your friends don’t harm you.

Can you even call them friends if they’re constantly trying to kill you?

You shrug off the idea and return your focus onto nothing and stare at the sky with an empty head, no thoughts running around.

It’s almost… peaceful, even if there are times where you wish you still had someone to talk to.

The annoying whispers of people below you, draw your attention onto them.

They clearly don’t know who resides on this planet now and certainly won’t know how to protect themselves.

You sigh and climb down from the tree branch. You stand behind the two. “Would you two shut up?”

The blond male raises his phaser, aiming it at you.

He looks familiar but you can’t focus on that. “What are you two doing here?”

The two men glance at one another, each with a raised brow. “Where’s your ship? I need to get you two out of here.”

The darker haired one furrows his brows, unable to tell if you’re being honest or not. “How do we know we can trust you?”

‘That voice is familiar?’ You roll your eyes, shaking your head. ‘Absolute idiots.’ “Those things you’re hiding from, are infected with an unknown disease. They were once people I knew but now, they will severely harm anyone that gets in their way. Now, I’ll ask you again, do you want to live?”

“Which way.” The captain interrupts before the darker haired man could interject.

“Good.” You jerk your head to the side, “follow me.” As you slowly move away, you listen to their complaints and sketchy attitude towards you.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

James glances back towards you, rushing ahead of Leonard. “Yeah, well, we don’t have a lot of other options, huh.”

“How do we know we can trust her?”

He stops, barely having enough time to keep distance between you and him. The lighter haired man turns around to face his friend and loyal shipmate with a questioning look. “Do you see anyone else willing to help us?”

You shush the two, not wanting either of them to draw anyone closer.

The man in blue continues to make unhelpful comments.

You can’t take it anymore and decide to do the only thing you can and cover his mouth with your hand, needing him to shut up. “You need to shut up, okay?”

Your gaze travels up from his hand, leaving you to stare into his eyes. “If you don’t, you two will not make it out alive. Do you understand?” ‘These eyes…’

A vulcan runs through the bush blocking you three from the rogues. “There seems to be a tribe of- oh. Hello.”

“Both of you keep,” you stare at the two who seem to be the most compliable. “’complains too much’ quiet and stay here. Do. Not. Move.”

You push the push aside, needing to see where they are and come up with a plan. You turn back, glancing over your shoulder, “when I say run. You run.”

“Wait,” the captain begins to argue.

You shush him, “don’t speak another word. Do as I say when I tell you to, okay?”

The captain sees the fire in your eyes and nods.

You run forward heading towards a tree, knowing it’s your only means of safety.

James glances over at his buddy. “Are you happy, Bones? Our one chance of survival just ran away.”

“Shut up, Kirk.”

You jump down onto the first one that moves closer, tackling it to the ground.

You two battle with one another, struggling to dodge the punches coming your way, only to succeed when you punch it in the nose and it proceeds to fall to the ground, no longer moving.

Your head snaps up as two others stomp, rushing towards you.

You pull out your handmade dagger, swiping at the closest one.

It lets out a shriek, holding its arm as if it’s in pain.

“Run!”

None of them could move.

Spock tries to get you to move but neither of them listen as he tries to persuade them away from here.

The other rogue comes up behind you, wrapping their arms around your waist, pulling you into their grasp.

The two of you struggle before you manage to get the upper hand, thrusting your elbow up, hitting its nose.

There’s one thing you’ve come to realize and won’t hesitate to teach the others, wanting to save lives. Maybe make up for the lives you saw lost today.

The rogue that got away from you shrieks, most likely upset that its two companions are now dead. It isn’t much of a fight between the two of you once you get the upper hand.

You take a deep breath, holding your side at the sharp pain that comes with every breath you take. ‘Slowly inhale. Exhale.’

You push the bushes aside, showing the three your tired expression. “Now,” you huff. “I ask again, where’s your ship?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” James asks you.

Leonard chimes in before you can answer. “What did you do to those-”

“Rogues. Can I get a captain, a doctor, and a Vulcan back to their ship because that’d be great.”

“And what of you?” Spock asks.

You shrug, “whatever you see fit.”

“I don’t believe I understand the term “you see fit”. There is no reason to see why things are fit. Are you referring to your camouflage attire?”

The three males have been unable to see your face this entire time, but you simply answer his question with a stare.

“Call your crew. They’ve waited long enough. I want to get you out of here. The longer you stay here, the more at risk you all are at becoming a rogue.”

“Is that what happened to you and your crew?” The captain asks.

You sigh through your nose, “yes.”

Leonard grits his teeth. “We can’t contact our crew.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, “what’s the last thing you remember seeing before being chased over here?”

“It was really colorful.”

“Well, isn’t that helpful. Can any of you tell me something else? Something distinct?”

“We were near a camp or what looked like an abandoned campsite,” the dark-haired man chimes in.

“Oh.” Your voice doesn’t come out as comforting as they could have hoped.

“You know where it is?” The captain asks, surprised by your answer.

“Yes,” you say, with a sigh. “Get up, it’s time to start walking.”

“How do you know there aren’t going to be anymore coming after us?”

You take a deep breath. “Those three were the last of my crew.”

“Who are you?” The Vulcan asks.

“Someone trying to help you. Now you can either sit here with a high risk of being infected or you can follow and be quiet while I get you out of here safely.”

“Why’re you talking like you’re never getting out of here?” James asks.

“I never thought it was going to happen... still don’t. I also don’t expect you to invite me aboard. You have a crew to protect and look out for. I understand.”

“You went through the same thing.”

“… look at where that got me.”

“I’m sure you did everything you could.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

“You seem like the kind of person who would do everything they could to protect those they care about and, in some cases, even complete strangers.”

“Is this how you get girls into your bed?”

“Well- not mine- but- that doesn’t matter. How- how would you know?”

“You have a quality.”

“A quality?”

“I bet you use those blue eyes to reel them in.” You push plants aside, giving the three more space to walk through.

“Am I wrong?”

“I don’t find this to be necessary regarding our escape, captain.”

The corner of your lips tugs upwards. “That’s correct, Spock.”

“Wait- wait. You two know each other?” Leonard asks, shocked at the interaction between the two of you.

“We were all in the academy together.”

“If I’m not mistaken, at one point, we were in the same class.”

You stop, looking up at the sky as you take a deep breath. “We’re here.”

“Cap- Capt- Captain.” The captain pulls out his comm.

“Scotty.”

You smile when you hear the classic sigh of relief from a crewmate. “How’re we lookin?”

“Good. Better now. Ready to beam up, Sir?”

“Yes. Beam up the four of us.”

Your head snaps in his direction.

“Four?” Leonard leans closer to his captain, “Jim, are you sure about this?”

Before you know it, you’re on the ship and find a few others giving you strange looks. “Are you sure you want me here? I don’t even know your names.”

“You never told her our names?” Spock asks, although he's sure you know their names. He knows you were always one to try and remember people’s names, reason unknown to him.

You cross your arms, “does it matter?”

“It will when we have you checked out?” James says, unsure of what he’s suggesting.

“I’ll pass,” you assure him.

“Pass? You’ll pass...” Leonard chimes in. “On a visit to the doctor which you haven’t been to in how long?”

You avoid his gaze. “A while.”

“Exactly.”

“Nope. I’m not doing this” you spin around to walk away. “Bye.”

“Hey! Wait up!” The captain shouts, running after you.

“I’m Jim.”

“As in Kirk?”

He tilts his head. “How’d you know?”

“I went to school with you.”

His expression doesn’t change.

“You definitely did not pay attention the first time this was mentioned.”

He scoffs, “that’s rude of you to assume.”

“It’s not assuming if I’m right. Now, go get me a new uniform and we’ll talk.” You raise a brow when he doesn’t move.

“O- okay. Follow me.” He shows you where the spare uniforms are (after asking one of his crew members where to go) and grabs one for you.

You take it, examining it. “Is there anything else besides a dress?”

“Not at the moment.”

“Could I get a red one? Gold just- it’s not my color anymore.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He switches the uniforms for you. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You unwrap the scarf from your head and remove your goggles, followed by the rest of your attire.

His eyes widen at the sight of you stripping down. “Wow, your just-”

“It’s skin, not a new undiscovered planet. If you can’t handle this, turn around.”

“I think I’m good.”

He squints when he sees your tattoo. “Have I met you somewhere?”

You pull the dress up, slipping your arms through the sleeves. “I did mention we went to school together.”

“Yeah, I know. I meant besides that.”

“I’ve been everywhere so it could have been a number of places.”

“Okay. It’s just- I’ve seen that tattoo somewhere before.”

“I’ve had to change on the way to class before. Could have been then.”

He nods. “Follow-” He’s cut off when the ship shakes, you fall against the wall.

“Captain on the bridge.”

“What’s going-”

“You need to get power and you need power now,” you tell the two men who sit in front of the captain’s chair.

“There’s too little power. We can’t leave.”

“I’m getting us out of here. Jim, I need your permission to-”

“Captain, they’re trying to make contact,” a woman in a red outfit says, holding her headset in one hand.

“Let them.”

“Isn’t this a surprise?”

You turn to see the man who did this. “Krealigah. (kr-ee-leh-gah) Taking my crew wasn’t enough. You’ve decided to steal this ship’s power. Still trying to continue with your torture plan?”

“I wouldn’t say that. You know what happens to those who bad mouth me.”

“And you know what I can do. Seems to me like we know hardly enough about each other so how about you and I beam down so we can have a proper talk?”

“As nice as that sounds, I’m going to pass.”

“Why do you need their ships power? You have enough to leave.”

He chuckles, “who says I want to leave. Maybe I want to see how long you think you can survive with this crew.”

“The only thing you want to do is see innocent ships become tainted and ruined by whatever poison you have on you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“He’s scanning us,” the dark-haired man sitting in front of the captain’s seat says.

“His shields are down, right?” You ask.

“Yes.”

“Put yours up now. Jim, you need your shields up now and someone to go down to engineering. One of his men came aboard and messed with your systems. I know who. If you give me your permission, I can stop him and make sure the same thing that happened to me doesn’t happen to your crew.”

He nods, “Mr. Sulu, shields up. You and I are going down to engineering and stop this guy.”

“You should be-”

“Let’s go.”

“You don’t like to listen, do you? Always one to throw yourself straight into danger, huh.”

“It’s called protecting my crew.”

“Protecting your crew and being stupid are two different things.”

“Now that you two have been acquainted, can we go down to engineering now?”

“Spock, good timing as always.”

You rush towards the doors and step inside.

“She’s still here? Why is she- and you gave her clothes?” Seems like he does remember you.

You spin around and poke his chest, “you need to shut up and know when to respect someone who’s saving lives, not in the same way as you but keeping people alive know the less. Keep talking like that and you’ll wind up with a foot up your-”

“Okay,” James pulls you away from Leonard, making sure to keep a distance between the two of you. “You know, this would be a lot easier if you two could be friends.”

“I don’t see that happening.” You cross your arms.

“She isn’t making this easy.”

You shake your head. “I swear,” you mumble.

“What do we need to prepare ourselves for?”

“A whirlwind of torture. When these doors open… grab anyone, you can and get them out of here.”

“But we could-”

“Spock.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t like to admit when anyone is right but if either of these two are the last ones here, you get them out of here.”

He nods, “understood.” Leonard furrows his brows at how you managed to get the Vulcan to cooperate with you so easily. ‘She’s certainly changed…’

The ding makes your heart race.

You know what’s coming but don’t want to experience it… again. You run out the doors, knowing exactly where he is. Placing the makeshift weapon into your belt.

“Where are you going?” Leonard asks, from the bottom of the ladder.

“Don’t follow me.”

He grumbles and runs over to his captain when James calls for him.

It wasn’t hard to find him, he threw the first punch.

You continue fighting him even as you hear your name being called.

Before he could try to escape you, you managed to grab the weapon you made for this occasion and jam it in between his ribs.

“This is where our paths never cross again.”

He stumbles backwards, his arms thrown out in front of him as he attempts to catch his balance. In the blink of an eye, he’s gone.

You let out a deep breath until you cry out in pain.

Krealigah managed to grab your ankle, pulling you with him. He uses the little amount of upper arm strength he has left and pulls himself up.

Before you know it, all three use their phasers, giving you the opportunity to kick him off the wired path.

James and Leonard haul you up, off the ground. “Is that it?”

You nod, “yeah. He’s gone. It's over.”

The captain gives you the biggest smile he could have.

“I don’t like that look you’ve got there.”

“Why? I’m not doing anything wrong?”

You glance back at the other two to find Leonard shaking his head and Spock as emotionless as ever. “Start walking, I need to see a doctor or something.”

“Then it’s a good thing we have a doctor right here.”

You glance at him up and down. “I only see “complains a lot” standing there.”

James snickers into his hand, “Bones… you’ve got a new name.”

The man rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to stay here and listen to this.”

You roll your eyes, “neither am I.” You step around James, attempting to leave until your body doesn’t want to cooperate. You slowly limp away from the three males.

“Are you limping?”

“No.”

“Your ankle is hurting from when he grabbed it, is it not?”

“Shut up, Spock.” You make it to the ladder. “I’m fine.”

“You are not going down that ladder with your ankle being the way it is.”

“I’m doing it. None of you can stop me.”

“Fine. Hurt yourself more.”

You give Leonard a sarcastic smile. “Just means you’ll have to take care of me longer.”

He shakes his head, “there’s an elevator over there. Come on.” He grabs your arms and pulls you up, keeping a tight grip on you so he doesn’t lose you.

You four stand in the elevator with James and Spock in front of you as Leonard lets you lean against him.

As soon as you get close to the med bay, people are asking questions and pulling him away. You manage to catch yourself before you can fall.

You look around, everyone’s busy saving lives and fixing everyone’s wounds.

You turn around to leave and sit in one of the break rooms, wondering where you should go from here.

“Here you are.” He pulls out a chair and sits across from you. “I thought you managed to get off the ship.”

“No,” you glance at the ground. “I just needed to let you all do your jobs and-”

“I didn’t see your chart anywhere.”

“That’s for a good reason.”

“No one pulled you onto a bed?”

“I left before anyone “could” besides I don’t need it. I’m fine.”

“You could have fractured your ankle. Come here.” He moves the chair closer and lifts your ankle, examining it. “It doesn’t seem like anything’s broken but I need to be sure.”

“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll be fine. I-”

“You’re going to the med bay and getting examined. You’ve been gone for three years and no one’s…”

“Three years is a long time.”

“She divorced me a year before you got promoted and assigned that mission.”

“So, your babygirl’s about seven now?”

“She’ll be eight in a few months.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You avoid Leonard’s gaze. “I thought you were dead this entire time. How could you not tell me?”

“I was given orders.”

“That’s ever stopped you before.”

“I needed to know you’d be safe.”

Hearing those words warm his heart, you’ve been protecting him this entire time… something he wanted to do in return for the longest time. “I missed you.”

“I know,” you smile at him. “You used your relieved angry voice on me this entire time.”

He shakes his head, hiding the smile that slowly stretches across his lips. “I’m happy you’re safe.”

“I know.”

“Aww.”

“Dammit, Jim.”

“What’d I do?”

You roll your eyes. “I’m glad to see someone else adopted you.”

“Yeah, we’re really a match made in heaven, aren’t Bones?”

“Kirk, if you don’t shut up. I’m going to inject you again.”

James narrows his eyes at his friend as he hauls you up out of your chair, knowing Leonard wants to have you get checked out at med bay. “Don’t forget I’m your captain, Bones.”

“You’d die without me.”

“Okay, can you two keep it in your pants and take me to that damn med bay before I start limping there myself.”

Leonard shoves Jim away and helps you get there, needing to make sure that you’re okay.

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thesteveharringtonclub · 1 year

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“Right here, darlin’…”

Summary: You try to look after Leonard McCoy after he gets hurt on a mission.

Main Character(s): Leonard “Bones” McCoy and Montgomery “Scotty” Scott

Notes: I’ve never actually seen any original Star Trek shows or movies, but I did finally watch the reboots a few days ago and honestly, I absolutely adore Leonard McCoy. Anyway, this little idea was stuck in my head so hopefully you guys like it… live long and prosper 🖖🏼

Warning: Mentions of wounds and stitches?

“Beam him up, Scotty!” You shout, turning towards the Scotsman.

“But-“

“I don’t care what Captain Kirk ordered you to do… beam him up, now.” You command, your voice dropping to a low and threatening tone.

“Aye, lassie.”

The moment the man in question materialises, you mutter a quiet thank you to the engineer before running towards him. “Doctor McCoy…” Your eyes glide over his body, taking in the wounds and bruises. “Are you okay?”

“What do you think?” He asks, wincing in pain as he steps off the platform.

“There’s no need to take that tone with me, Doctor.” He turns to you with a glare as you try to support his weight. “Send a message to Kirk,” you turn towards Scotty, “let him know I’m taking Bones to MedBay.”

“Will do, lassie.”

With your arm firmly grasped around his torso, you ease the CMO onto a bed as you make your way into MedBay.

“Watch it,” he grumbles in pain as he pushes your arm away. Mirroring his glare, you scoff at his unpleasantness before noticing the wound carved into his side.

“I need to get this stitched up before it gets infected…” You mention, grabbing some supplies from the cabinet. You tug on the fabric of his uniform as he closes his eyes, a deep groan of pain rumbling in his throat. “Sorry,” you sigh. “Is there any part of you that doesn’t hurt?” There’s a subtle hint of humour in your voice as you finally throw the torn shirt onto the floor.

“Here.” He says, voice heavy with sarcasm as he points to his shoulder.

Watching him readjust himself on the bed, eyes still closed tight from the pain, your expression softens as you begin to sympathise with your superior. All of a sudden, a thought pops into your head as you allow it to ruminate.

A playful smile plays on your lips before you slowly lean closer towards the man and place a soft kiss on his bare shoulder. Opening his eyes, he turns towards you with a raised eyebrow as he watches you thread the stitches through the wound.

After a moment of contemplation, he allows a charming smirk to grace his handsome features before pointing to his cheek. “Here.”

With a quiet laugh, you indulge him by placing another soft kiss on his cheek, lingering for a moment longer than before. As you pull away, you realise how intimately close you are to the doctor before meeting his gaze, those dark mahogany eyes melting into golden lagoons of honey.

“Right here, darlin’…” He drawls in that southern accent, beckoning you towards him and tapping his lips with his finger. Placing the desired kiss on his lips, you feel his tongue glide over the soft flesh of your lips, begging for more. Allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth, his hands delicately brush against the exposed skin of your body, his wounds and sullen temperament long forgotten.

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marvelouslytrekking · 6 days

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Unbelievable

Pairing: Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader Summary: Written from the prompt: "I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so." Word Count: 1417 Warnings: Mention of death, yelling, knife, injury, brief mention of disaster A/N: I haven't written much in forever and today I opened Google Docs to maybe try and write and I found this untitled and just sitting there. I really don't remember writing this but I guess I did so here it is! Enjoy :)

You were on a planet that had just had a major natural disaster hit their capital city. There were many casualties and you had come in to offer assistance and to bring them much needed supplies. You were at a medical facility helping to triage people coming in with various injuries.

You had been tasked with assessments before directing the injuries to the treatment they needed. You were also helping with some of the more minor injuries if there was a lull in people coming in. While you knew your work was less exhausting than that of some of the other doctors and nurses who were doing back to back surgeries or other more intense work, you were still exhausted. You were also sure you had skipped a few breaks and honestly weren’t sure how long you had been at this posting.

As if he had read your mind, suddenly Dr. McCoy appeared beside you. “I swear I haven’t seen you take a break all day. When was your last break?” He questioned.

“I honestly don’t remember,” You told him truthfully.

“Well then what are you doing standing here, shoo, go take a break and come back a little refreshed.”

You went to argue but he gave you a look that told you not to even try. You sighed and dramatically handed off the padd to another nurse before you stepped out of the school that had been turned into a makeshift hospital. You immediately took a deep breath and realized just how long you had been cooped up in that building. You would never admit it to Bones, but you had desperately needed the break.

You had started to go for a walk. You should have probably been more exhausted than you were but you found yourself being restless. You didn’t want to get yourself lost so you were just walking around the block because you would be able to keep the school in your vision and you knew this area was one of the least affected so you wouldn’t find yourself in rubble and impassable areas.

You had rounded the corner of the back of the building happy to be away from the chaos and be able to enjoy some quiet when you notice a man approaching. “They killed my wife! How could they let her die!” You heard him yelling. You felt bad for him, he had just gone through a tragedy and it wasn’t something that could be helped. It had seemed that he was just yelling at the world and not anyone in particular, but suddenly he was directly in your face. “How could you let them kill her!!”

“I’m so sorry for your loss sir, but I am sure they did everything that you could.” You tried to diffuse the situation. You were trying to remember if you had seen this man when you were triaging people, but you had seen hundreds of people and at a certain point, the faces began to blend together.

“No! You said she’d be okay, that it was just a simple injury and then we waited hours and now she’s dead. You killed her!!”

You were trying to process what he was saying but before you could say or do anything, he was lunging at you. You hadn’t been prepared for the attack so he managed to knock you down on the stairs behind you. You were trying to push him off you when you heard the back doors opening and someone yelling. You let out a breath of relief when the commotion scared the man off and he ran off within second of the person starting to yell at him.

“Oh my god! y/n, are you okay?!” You suddenly released the voice was that of Dr. McCoy.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You responded. You were still a little stunned from the encounter and you began to slowly pull yourself up to a better seated position.

You watched as the doctor looked you over. You rolled your eyes, “You know, I am a nurse, when I say I am fine, I mean it,”

“ Well, I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so." He responded with an annoyed look.

“What are you,” You started to respond before looking down to where his eyes were and realizing that he was right, there was a knife sticking out of your thigh. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He sighed, “So how ‘bout we get you back inside and get you taken care of.”

“I am pretty sure this is a yellow case at best, I can take care of this myself. I am sure you have much more important things to be dealing with.” You told him. However, you did allow him to help you get up from the stairs. You made sure not to put any weight onto your left leg.

“Well I think having my favorite nurse out of commission puts you higher on the priority list” He told you.

“Oh, and here I thought you didn’t have favorites.” You chuckled.

“Don’t tell Christine, she’ll be very upset and no one wants that.” He joked.

“Your secret is safe with me.” You smiled.

You still wanted to protest that you could take care of yourself, but you also had to admit, you didn’t mind being taken care of by the doctor so you allowed him to lead you to a table and to patch you up.

“What happened?” He asked gently as he began to cut the fabric of your uniform pants away from the knife blade.

“I really don’t know. It happened so fast. He was yelling about how his wife died and then next thing I knew he was in my face saying I killed his wife and then before I could even try to respond, he had jumped me.” You explained. “I was trying to remember who his wife was. He said I told him it was a minor injury. I don’t know if I diagnosed her wrong. I mean maybe I am to blame.”

“Hey,” Bones stopped what he was doing, putting his hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look at him, “You did not kill her. You have been doing your job to the upmost degree, there is a lot that can go wrong when we are trying to take care of this many people. We can’t control everything, he was just misplacing his anger. You are not to blame.”

“I mean, what if I am though?” You were trying to listen to what he was saying but all you could think about was how you couldn’t even remember who the women who died was. “I mean I can’t even remember looking the women over, what if I over extended myself and was too tired and missed something.”

“Listen, I know what you're going through right now, but honestly if you don’t remember her you might not have even been the one to look her over. And I promise, as your direct superior, I would not have let you stay here if I thought you were a danger to yourself or others. Nor would you let yourself get to that point.”

You knew he was right but it was so hard to believe it when you stopped to think about the life that was lost.

“Thanks Len,”

“Anytime. You know where to find me if you need to talk about this type of stuff.” He told you. From there he worked in mostly silence. He made sure to warn you of incoming pain and apologized when you winced anyway.

“Alright you’re all good. Now get yourself back to the ship and rest for a while.” He instructed once you were patched up.

“Wait, I thought this was about making sure I could get back to work?!” You protested.

“You have already been here well over the maximum allowed for hours, and you were just stabbed. You need to get some rest. Once you have had a good 10 hours off, you can come back and work if you’re feeling up for it.”

“But-” You tried to interject.

“No buts. Get some sleep. That’s an order.” He said, authority behind the statement.

“Fine, but I am not going to be happy about it.” You gumbled.

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Hey Lisa! I was just wondering if you could write a Leonard Mccoy (Bones) x reader. (Star Trek) But royalty / Bodyguard AU! Been a while since I requested something au haha.

The reader is royalty and Bones is the bodyguard and its the "we're not supposed to fall in love but we did anyways" type of thing.

He would save the reader from multiple things, attempted assassination, threats from other royals, whenever the reader is uncomfortable or needs help. Literally he would always be there to help the reader and that's what makes them fall in love with Bones. The reader would try and help Bones to be calmer in certain situations (you know he's a stubborn bean lol) and even hang out with him during training or whenever possible. And then some tragic attack happens and Bones gets injured protecting the reader or vice versa. And then they end up confessing to each other. You can decide the ending, I would love to see what you write about that!! <3

omg bless you for letting me write about star trek i had been HOPING someone would request

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Having a bodyguard is not supposed to feel like an insult, but somehow, it still does. You know that the bodyguard situation was to be expected; you are, after all, royalty, and that puts a target on your back unlike any other, but you had hopes that you’d be able to avoid all this. Yes, there are assassins out there who’d like nothing more than to end your life and reign in one pull of a trigger. Yes, the life expectancy for any monarch tends to linger around the youthful range due to the frequency of political murders. Yes, there is a reason for all this, and one you cannot avoid.

However, all you hear whenever you hear your advisors bring up the need for additional protection is that you are not capable of defending yourself. This is something that rankles more than it should, and has also been the reason you haven’t had a single soldier designated to follow you around in all your previous life. No bodyguard means that you can finally breathe without someone always watching you wherever you go, even when you try to rest. That’s what you’ve been fighting against all this time.

Once you ascended the throne, though, you knew that your claims to privacy were gone in a flash. Sure enough, the crown had hardly lingered on your head long enough to weigh you down before the nobles were eyeing each other nervously and starting to mention that it really was time for some additional security, now, wasn’t it? It’s not like they would dare say anything to your face, but someone should, and–

You endured their hemming and hawing for a couple of weeks before sighing and giving in. Of all the arguments to concede, this was the least obtrusive on your political plans. You told the head of your guard to find someone suitable for the task, and within the hour, almost as if they’d been waiting for this moment all their lives, they gave you a name.

Leonard McCoy. Top of his class. He originally planned on pursuing a career in medicine, but was convinced otherwise by a good friend of his, some rebellious fighter named James Kirk. You’d normally be doubtful of such a big switch in careers, but if General Pike says the guy is good, so be it. It’s his funeral. Or yours, if he messes this up.

Either way, it’s set in stone. You give a wary nod and Leonard is installed in your life as your bodyguard. That was years ago, and although you may have despised the change in routine back then, you have to admit that you’ve grown quite fond of the man. He may be hired only to save your life on a daily basis, but the two of you have become reluctant friends, and then there was nothing reluctant about it at all. Perhaps there would be more, if either of you were daring enough to look for it.

You aren’t, though. Not yet. Perhaps not ever. You know exactly what is expected of you in this marionette’s life of yours: a political union with some other royal, a successfully continued lineage that will be plotted out by your advisors. Still, when you feel like dreaming, you look up at the stars and pretend there is a chance you could ever be with the man you want most of all.

He’s not Leonard to you, not anymore. You tried calling him that the first day, alternating awkward first name usage with the occasional ‘Officer McCoy,’ but it didn’t work for either of you. You remember him frowning at the title, then gruffly muttering something about how he went by the nickname of Bones. His friend James gave it to him, apparently, and it stuck. You still haven’t bothered to ask if it came about from his medical history or because of his knack for killing as a soldier. Both work.

At first, most of your exchanges were like that, altered and stilted, full of glaring signs that this was never meant to be. You used every opportunity you could to remind yourself that this is why you hadn’t wanted a bodyguard in the first place. He could only ever serve as a wrench in your plans.

But then he started allowing himself to laugh at the jokes you murmured under your breath when you forgot he was listening, and the two of you began talking during journeys over to neighboring royals, and all of a sudden nothing was awkward anymore, but right, just right.

Now, you can hardly imagine that there had ever been a time in which the world had not orbited around the two of you. Bones is your shadow, your second skin; he walks as an extension of you, fights the battles with the fists you wish you had and does it all while managing to appear as unruffled as possible. You may have known him for years now, but that doesn’t stop him from wearing an icy demeanor as comfortably as someone else would a smile.

It works out for the two of you, though. You force the laughter at terrible jokes posed by foreign diplomats when he physically cannot do anything but roll his eyes, Bones glares at the overly reaching royals when you have to play by the rules of common parlor etiquette. It all makes sense. He’s your other half, the flip side to your pragmatic coin. You couldn’t imagine life without him.

The problem is that you’re never sure if he can return the sentiment. It is easy for you to forget just why Bones is there; after all, you’re not the one getting paid to be there, he is. No matter how many times you see him give in and chuckle at your terrible one-liners, or notice how long he lingers even after a given event is over just to make sure that you’re going to be alright both physically and mentally, it’s not real. Of course it’s not. This is a job and nothing else.

Yet you find yourself wondering sometimes if it could be real. You are a stormcloud of too much stress with a crown balanced on top, he is a hired sword just as solid as a castle wall, but somehow, somehow he has a way of making it seem like it’s just the two of you against the world. You would take on the toughest armies if you had him by your side.

Every now and then, you catch Bones looking at you when he thinks you don’t notice. In those moments, his gaze isn’t harsh or blunt as usual, but soft and quiet. He tilts his head to the side, thinking thoughts you could never understand. You try, though. You always do.

You’re at one of a thousand different royal functions right now, mind stuck on the same track of will-they-won’t-they as always despite the fact that you really need to be paying attention. Another royal has hosted you and a few other kings and queens to discuss a possible peace treaty to cement what had previously been unspoken agreements. It’ll be nice to get that done on paper, but it certainly makes for a tedious week.

Seeing as this is technically a peaceful mission, Bones hadn’t accompanied you on the way over. He had been busy with another military concern, and you told him that it wasn’t strictly necessary that he attend at all. That doesn’t stop you from missing him anyway, though. The assembly departs for a break in the afternoon and you walk out into the gardens, wondering why it suddenly seems so lonely to be by yourself when just years ago, you’d have traded anything to keep it that way.

An unfamiliar plant catches your attention and you pause by its rank in the endless rows of cultivated flora, furrowing your brow in an unsuccessful attempt to identify it. You’re decent with your plants, but this one escapes your knowledge.

A voice sounds from behind you, answering your unspoken question. It would have startled you if it was anyone else, but you recognize the speaker instantly.

“That’s echinacea,” Bones says, emerging from a nearby archway, “used in medicine fairly often. Decently potent.”

You watch him approach, unable to stop yourself from grinning.

“You came,” you breathe.

“It’s my job,” he says back, voice as gruff as always.

“That’s not the only reason, was it?” You dare to ask.

He pauses a moment, as if turning the words over and over in his head like yet another blade. “No,” he decides at last, “no, it wasn’t.”

It could be a confession. He says it with the force of an oath. Regardless, it is enough to stop the two of you in your tracks, and maybe that is why neither of you notice the attack until it is too late. This was supposed to be a peaceful excursion into a foreign kingdom. How foolish of you to believe that anyone would see something kind and be able to stop themselves from ruining it.

All you know is that the tranquility of the garden is suddenly destroyed by plumes of smoke rising out of nowhere, shouting voices, the clash of metal against stone and flesh. Bones is instantly alert, reaching for you to pull you out of the way of any attackers. They haven’t found you yet, mostly focused on the majority of the royals, which are still in the central part of the courtyard. You had been pensive and headed for a quieter part of the palace, which is what saved you from the initial violence.

It does not save you forever, though. A few enemy soldiers shout when they see you and start to run over. Bones starts to fight them off, shouting for you to run. There is nowhere for you to go, however, and it’s not like you could ever leave him in a time of terror such as this.

You’re still scanning the grounds for a safe place to go, and that’s when you see him, the archer on the roof. At first, you think he’s trying to shoot Bones’ attackers, one of the host royal’s guards, but you realize with a chill that you do not recognize the colors on his insignia. He’s not aiming to take down the enemy soldiers. He’s trying to kill Bones himself.

Bones, too busy getting rid of his opponents, does not notice. In fact, he won’t notice a thing until it’s too late. The enemy archer’s finger tightens on his bow, and all you know is that you must not let him die. You would not be able to live with yourself if you did nothing and watched Bones get killed, so you do something worse and make him live with it instead.

Bones is just straightening up, having dispatched the last of the soldiers, when you slam into him. He’s good on his feet, always has been, so he doesn’t move much except to stumble a little to the side. That’s all you need to get him out of harm, though, but it is also all it takes to put you directly in the path of danger.

For a moment, you feel nothing, just a sharp impact by your ribs. Then the pain hits, and you can’t stop yourself from crying out. That is when Bones realizes that something is wrong, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to forget the look of horror that dawns upon his face when he learns what you’ve done. His head arches towards the sky and he throws a knife at the enemy archer. You hear the blade thunk into skin and bone up above you, the soldier slumping over in death.

You try to move, but your legs give out beneath you. The pain is unlike anything you expected from a mere arrow. Bones catches you before you fall, and you can hear him begging you to hear him, to keep your eyes open, to stay alive, please, and it occurs to you that this is a display of emotion unlike anything you’ve ever seen from him before.

You would love to think about it more, but it is getting awfully hard to focus. The darkness swimming at the edges of your vision is just too alluring, and even though Bones is asking you to stay with him, you just can’t do it right now. Maybe later, you try to whisper, but the words never make it past your lips.

It is dark for a while. You should be scared of it, you think, but thoughts are hard to come by. They appear and disappear in the depths of your consciousness like a child blowing soap bubbles, each one rising to the forefront of your eyes just to pop in a shower of light. The light grows by the second, though, and then you’re awake in a room full of brightness.

You’re not dead. Not yet, at least. When you open your eyes, it takes you a minute or so to realize that you’re in the hospital wing of your own kingdom. You don’t remember the return trip, or anything past losing consciousness in Bones’ arms, but he must have brought you back here in time to save your life.

Across the room, a nurse notices you’re awake and bustles over to your side. She greets you with a wide, beaming smile, and tells you how glad she is that you’re awake.

“I was starting to worry, Your Highness. Not for your health, I promise that was a quick and easy fix, but for that of your friend. Bones swore he wouldn’t leave until you woke up, but that was a couple of days ago and he’s still here.”

You follow her line of sight down the room, where you notice your bodyguard asleep in a chair. You laugh quietly. “He is rather stubborn when he puts his mind to it, isn’t he?”

The nurse smiles as well. “Yes, he is. I remember him being just as stubborn back here.”

When you frown at her in confusion, the nurse explains herself. “He used to be dead set on medicine. His friend James convinced him to try his hand at defense, and he changed his career. I used to wonder why, but it makes sense now. He’s still saving people, just doing it in a different way.”

You nod, wondering how many memories she must have of him that you never will. You cannot hold any claim to a past that is not yours, but wouldn’t it have been wonderful to see what Bones had been like before all of this, before his first kill, when he lived in a place like this and was not yours to know?

“I still feel bad for dragging him away from this life,” you whisper, “I know he chose to be a bodyguard, but I always wonder if he’d rather be here instead.”

The nurse shakes her head firmly. “Not a chance. Bones is happy now, I can see it. That’s due in part to you, you know. Almost every week he comes down and tells me how much he respects you for what you do. He hates all those politicking nobles and royals with every bone in his body, but you wrangle them into shape every time. He loves that.”

Her voice goes quiet at the end, as if full of the acknowledgement that she has shared something that was supposed to stay private. Still, you think you’re quite happy to hear it.

“Well,” the nurse says briskly, “he’ll be glad to see you’re awake. You gave him quite a scare, saving him like that. The wound will heal soon, but are you sure that you’re going to be alright apart from that?”

You pause a moment, weighing all that she’s said. Across the room, Bones stirs at the sound of voices and opens his eyes. He scans the room and his gaze lands on you. All at once, you can see a burden of stress and fear leave his shoulders. His face brightens immediately, and he starts to stand up and make his way over to you.

“Yes,” you answer, “I think I’ll be just fine.”

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lavender-romancer · 2 years

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With Him

Jim Kirk x (pink haired) Reader

CW: arguing, angst, perceived cheating

Jim thinks you've been cheating on him and he doesn't know how to discuss it with you

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Jim rounded the corner of the enterprise and suddenly caught sight of your unmistakable pink head of hair coming out of someone else's quarters, he was utterly confused. He stayed back a little bit just to see what was going on, you were coming out of someone in engineering's private quarters with your hair messy and one of your boots unzipped at the back. Jim's mind could only go to the worst possible eventuality and god it hurt, even if it wasn't true even the mental suggestion that you could cheat on him was agonising.

"I'll see you next week!" You called to the Lieutenant who's room you'd come out of. Kirk wanted to cave in his face and let blood pour into his stupid white tank top. But he stayed back, pretending to check something on comms as other people walked past.

What could you possibly be doing in that room, Kirk trusted you but God he couldn't think of a reason other than some form of betrayal. Your relationship was hardly 20 years old or anything but he had never been given a reason to mistrust you like this. Or… was he overreacting? Kirk was questioning his own head and couldn't tell if he was gaslighting himself because he didn't want to believe you'd want to be with someone else. But if you had slept with someone else why would you do it so publically? Everyone knew about the nature of your relationship and how long you'd been together after meeting on the last long voyage of the Enterprise you'd been inseparable.

Kirk saw a mess of pink hair underneath engineer goggles as someone fiddled with something near the core. Scotty saw Kirk first and greeted him happily-

"How are you sir! It's been so long," he shook Kirk's hand and you suddenly shot your head upwards and whacked your head on the heat sensor you were working on "Agh, lassie what have you done there? Let me help you up." Scotty put out his hand and you rolled out from under the machinery.

Your hair had been slightly singed off at the ends of a part of your hair as you hurriedly tied it up into a ponytail that wasn't exactly neater than before. You smiled at the Captain as you now realised this was your first meeting and you were fucking it up.

"Now this is Y/n YS/n, a brilliant new addition. She's been on voyages for years but recently got accepted into the Enterprise graduate system." Scotty beamed looking from you to Kirk as you took off your goggles and looked properly into Kirk's eyes.

There was a momentary silence where you both looked into eachothers eyes and you swore there was something there. Scotty looked from you to the captain and back again, not knowing how to break the silence so he coughed into the back of his hand and Kirk hurriedly stuck out his hand.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, I've been coming to meet all the new crew members before we get into anything interesting." Kirk shook your hand and your heart sank as you had kidded yourself into thinking he wanted to meet you which on second thought would have made no sense.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sir." You smiled widely at him and his hand lingered in yours before you both realised where you were and drew them away quickly with a laugh coming from both of you. You could tell Scotty was going to take the piss out of you later for all this.

Kirk was so distracted by how beautiful you were, your hair was a deep raspberry colour that suited your skin tone beautifully. It was so striking, almost as striking as your beauty but he didn't dwell too long before making his leave. He was so distracted looking at you as he walked backwards that he tripped over a pipe and you turned around to laugh without making him feel too embarrassed. Scotty went to help Kirk up and he brushed himself off, sending you a mischievous smile his cheeks were pink as your hair as he turned and walked away the right way this time.

"Well what an earth was that if not love at first sight?" Scotty asked and you playfully punched his arm before pushing your goggles back onto your eyes and carrying on with your work. But you couldn't help thinking about your Captain.

It was actually Scotty that had set up their first proper date, fancying himself to be a bit of a matchmaker after he took you under his wing. Even Keenser approved of the two of you which made it even more real to Kirk. Scotty let the two of you use his office to sit and get better acquainted after he brought you into the office for different reasons and then told you you had to talk. After that you hung out more, your first kiss was on the engine deck behind some machinery where no one would see. It was Kirk's fondest memory of that whole voyage, you looked angelic when you smiled and the smile you let out after you kissed him was so beautiful. Even though Kirk branded himself a Ladies Man, he was so damn nervous around you that he knew it was special. You were in control most of the time because you had a cooler head even though the two of you were both lovesick fools.

Your relationship really progressed on your first home leave where you unofficially moved in together, Kirk determined it this way because you'd go between each other's quarters and love there together for a few weeks at a time. Setting up little dates for each other, cooking together and playing stupid board games that reminded Kirk of home. Kirk took you to meet his mother and his closest friends on the Enterprise, Bones entertained you the most with his commentary on Jim that openly shamed him for being a bit of a whore.

That was 4 years ago, so what the fuck was going on now. Your anniversary was soon approaching and Kirk just couldn't think of a rational reason you'd be in that engineers room. Who was this man? Why was he with you? Kirk's rational brain was telling himself he was being controlling even though he hadn't vocalised any of it.

"I can't make heads or tails of it, Bones." Jim took a swig of whiskey as he sat with elbows on the bar.

"Oh come on Jim, there's no chance in Heaven or Hell that Y/n is being unfaithful. Have you seen the way she looks at you? She's so damn in love." Bones shook his head as he poured himself another drink.

"But why was she there, I just… I can't think of any reason she'd be coming out of his room looking all disheveled and boots not done up. I know I'm being over-observant but fuck, I don't know what else to think." Jim looked at his friend who had a sympathetic look on his face.

"Well you know for a fact that if you don't ask her about this you won't be able to punch your way out of a wet paper bag. Talk-to-her." He took a swig of his drink and Jim sighed.

"How on earth do I bring that up? Oh hey babe I love you, are you sleeping with someone else?" Kirk smiled sadly and ran a hand through his hair.

"You just need to tell the honest the god truth and so will she. There's no point pussyfooting around it and not addressing what's going on." Bones topped up Jim's drink.

"You're annoyingly fucking right, ugh. Why are you always right? You're turning into Spock I swear." Jim chuckled and Bones narrowed his eyes.

"Now that is just mean." Bones shook his head and smirked.

As Kirk headed back to his quarters he wasn't expecting you to be there in lingerie on his sofa. His eyes went wide and you raised an eyebrow.

"Come here," you practically ordered him and he quickly ran over, sitting next to you on the seat next to the chez long.

"What did I do to earn this surprise?" He asked and you smiled.

"We just haven't had alone time in so long. I thought I should be nice to you for once, but don't get used to it. I'll be just as irresponsible and sarcastic as I was before." You stick your tongue out at him and turned on your stomach, Kirk slapped your practically exposed ass and you hit him on the arm "You little shit," you whined before like a light standing up and pinning him to the sofa.

"Oh no," Kirk said dramatically, pretending to be held securely down "I'm so terrified of you babes." He rolled his eyes and you narrowed yours.

"You're a little shit." You leant down and kissed him softly, Kirk's hands shaking round your waist.

What if he held you there?

Kirk's eyes flew open and he drew away from the kiss. You looked down at him, bewildered.

What if he's been under you?

Kirk's brain wouldn't shut the fuck up.

"I just need the toilet, I'll be back." Kirk said as you got off him and ran out the room.

Kirk was pacing around the bathroom, up and down the small-ish room to try and calm himself down. He didn't know what to do, he didn't expect it to be like this. He was going to have some quiet time to figure out what he was going to do but you looked so fucking beautiful it distracted him from everything he was thinking. What if this wasn't real, what if you had both men at the same time? Was he really the love of your life?

It had been about half an hour of Kirk freaking out by this point. You had changed back into your uniform and were packing your bag, you put.on your boots and zipped them whilst your eyes pricked with tears. You approached the bathroom and knocked.

"I'm gonna go to bed, Jim. I-I'll see you tomorrow." You said sadly as you headed toward the door. What was going on? Why would he run away like that, should you not have done what you did? Was it you and the way you looked in the outfit, it pinched against your thighs at the top where they met your hips and didn't quite fit your breasts. You knew you didn't look as right as you did when you first met but it was comfort weight, date-weight if you will. What in God's name was happening?

You walked towards the door with tears in your eyes unable to understand what was happening, usually Jim was all over you (and I mean all over you). Has he met someone? You walked into the corridor and basically ran back to the lift to get to your quarters. Closing and locking the door you sat on your armchair. You thought back to past relationships, your last girlfriend was chaotic at the end. She was very similar to Jim in temperament but not in the way they fell for you, Jim was love at first sight and she was more lust at first sight on a very drunk club night that thrust you into a whirlwind romance. It was different with Jim right? It had been four years, four goddamn years and he let you leave without a goodbye. Was this it?

Jim felt fucking awful he'd let you leave without a goodbye. That had never happened since the day that they met, he had never been so stupid to not say sorry for something he did, he'd never not said goodbye. This was so stupid, he was getting anxious over something that wasn't even real and probably hurting you in the process. Jim still didn't know how to approach the topic but he knew he had to pull himself together. He changed into a black t-shirt and took only his comms with him as he headed towards your quarters.

He was stalling, a ridiculous amount. How the hell would he explain all this and apologise without sounding like a crazy boyfriend. God, he knew he'd got himself into this mess but Bones was fucking right annoyingly. You both needed to just be honest regardless of the outcome otherwise Jim would be killing himself thinking of what ifs for days. He knocked on your door.

You weren't expecting to see your disheveled and stressed looking boyfriend on the other side of your door and the sigh you let out made as much clear to him. You opened the door for him but turned around and sat on your armchair as he walked in, you basically always hugged when you came into each other's quarters… well mostly Jim's because yours was hardly lived in. Jim sat on the small sofa adjacent to your armchair and you refused to look at him.

"So what the shit was all that then?" You asked, still looking at the floor.

"Please look at me," Kirk asked softly and you begrudgingly looked at him with tear filled eyes and a scowl.

"Why? So you can get a look at my face before you leave me? Or tell me how awful I looked considering you scampered off like a terrified little boy." You shot at him with intended malice and Jim was visibly taken aback.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"The fuck wha- why do you think I think that! Are you being purposefully dense? I put on something like that and you're usually all over me, you just wanna look at me and fuck you made me feel like shit in there. What's going on with you today? I know I've put on a few since the last voyage but God, get over yourself." You rolled your eyes to try and hide how hurt you were and just act angry.

"Absolutely and I mean absolutely none of that is true," Kirk put a hand on your knee and you looked up at him "You're perfect, don't ever think it would be about that, gorgeous."

"Then what the fuck is going on?!" You yelled, pushing his hand off you.

"I saw you the morning," Jim commented quietly and you look at him even more confused

"Saw me doing what? Doing my job? Doing paperwork? Be more specific." You demanded.

"I saw you coming out of an engineers room and you looked like you'd been lying down and your boots were unzipped and fuck. I just… I don't know how to-"

You started to laugh, you wiped your eyes and just started to laugh a deep proper laugh that was making you cry all over again from happiness.

"That's it?! I thought you were breaking up with me or some shit oh my god." You chuckled to yourself and Kirk still looked confused.

"What was going on?" Jim sounded extremely sincere.

"I was. Look I was fucking getting, ugh. It's so embarrassing. I was getting personal trainer sessions." You covered your face with your hands.

"Wait what?" Jim started to grin.

"Well I fucking, I know I've put on a few since our last anniversary and I wanted to be smaller for this one, back to how I was at the beginning and like how I was always-"

"Okay, be quiet now. Come here," Jim gestured for you to come sit on his lap "If you want to lose weight that's up to you but don't you for one single second think that your appearance makes any difference to how I see you."

"You're just saying that because you have too," you rolled your eyes and Jim out his hands around your waist.

"Feel my boner, go on. You're so damn attractive I can't help but get excited when I'm alone with you. It reminds me of all the quickies we managed down in the engine room without getting caught in all the camera blindspots." Jim laughed and you smirked, leaning your head on his shoulder as your arms snaked around his neck.

"You're such a man." You whispered before kissing his neck.

"You absolutely love it. Now go put on that sexy number and we can get started with round one." Jim raised an eyebrow.

"How many rounds is sir planning tonight then?" You teased.

"You know I love when you call me sir, now hurry up. I will reveal nothing but it'll definitely be over 10." Jim slapped you on the ass as you walked away and you laughed to yourself.

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Hi there! if you plan on writing any Spock/reader in the future.... I will definitely read it. Thank you for contributing to the small fic pond I'm finding myself in lately. Also Ethan Peck..... RIGHT?!!??! *fans self*

The way I'm writing fics now is so weird but I *really* want to write more Ethan Peck Spock because there's not much of it. But yeah Peck is sooo fine like holy shit. I also planned on writing a second part to Like Crazy but I'm getting so bombarded with class work lol

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Hi! I know you close requests today so I was hoping to maybe squeeze one in :) if you're comfortable with it, I was wondering if you'd write SNW spock x reader headcanons where the reader is on their period? Just fluff, how he'd take care of you, a little bit of awkwardness, etc. Thank you very much, I hope you have a great day! :)

Being On Your Period Around Spock (SNW) Would Include...

At the beginning of your relationship, you'd be shy and awkward about this topic. You'd keep it to yourself and wouldn't ever let on about it. You wouldn't want to make him awkward or weirded out, so you'd keep your symptoms to yourself as best you could, and just go about your day-to-day life.

He would likely be able to tell when you were on or near your period, though, just because of how observant he is. He'd notice small changes in your moods and, depending on how your body physically reacted, he would notice physical changes, too (like tender breasts, bloating, headaches, etc.). He'd never outright ask when you were on your period - he'd know better - but he would ask how you were feeling and would ask if there was anything you could get for you.

After being together for a while, you'd start to open up more and be more comfortable expressing your discomfort when it was that time of the month. Spock would not be uncomfortable by the topic; it was a normal, biological process and he understood that logically, he should be supportive and treat it like any other bodily function. He would, however, sometimes word things a little weirdly or bluntly: "Do you have sufficient coverage for your flow today?" "Are your uterine walls contracting again?"

He'd mean well, though, and would want to help you feel better any way he could. He'd probably go to Christine for medical advice if you had very bad cramping or other symptoms like an upset stomach or bad headache. He'd fetch medicine for you and would make mental notes of Christine's suggestions.

If you ever went on an away mission whilst on your period, Spock would ensure to discretely bring extra clothing and hygiene products just in case.

He'd never coddle you, nor would he treat you like an invalid. He'd know you were well and capable of taking care of yourself, but he would want to help if he could. He'd offer cuddles and massages when in private and he'd check in during the day if he could. You'd truly appreciate everything Spock did, and would love him even more for how he treated you during this time.

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mybullshitsensesaretingling · 2 months

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A Vulcan Smile Part Eight

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] [Part Seven]

A/N: There's some questionable made-up Vulcan lore in this because there's not a whole lot of detail about their telepathic abilities given in the cannon. But, you know what, if the writers of SNW can make up whatever they want about Spock then fuck it so can I. yeehaw, baby

“You’re leaving.” Spock stood in the doorway to your bedroom, arms hanging at his side, shoulders stooped ever so slightly. His tone and expression were carefully crafted to not give any hint that he might be experiencing an emotion. At fourteen he was already well on his way to becoming the man he would grow to be.

You didn’t look up from your packing. “I’m to be on the ship to Earth tomorrow. I am going to stay with the Graysons.”

The Graysons. That’s what you had called them. It took you two years to refer to them as your grandparents.

“You knew I would be leaving,” you said in his mind. You had always preferred the privacy that telepathy provided, even if casual usage wasn’t approved of by the High Council.

“I knew he wanted you to leave,” he said in yours.

Telepathic communication was one of the few of your less desirable behaviors he endulged. You didn’t understand why until you were much older and you realized that you had pushed him away too far and might never have this connection again.

“What do you expect me to do?”

“Fight.”

Finally, you looked up at him. His eyes bore into you. They had such an intensity that anytime he let himself loose even just a little it felt like staring directly into a star.

“You always fight. Why are you not now?”

“There’s nothing to fight. I want this.”

He moved further into you’re room. “You want to leave?”

“I want to be somewhere else. Somewhere I am understood.”

“And you believe that is Earth? Will they not just misunderstand the other half of you?” Spock asked.

You sighed, rubbing a hand across your face. ”I’m tired, Spock. I’m tired of being ostracized for understanding that we were born with more than just a capacity for logic. I am tired of being treated like a failed experiment.”

There was more than that. You were tired of seeing him hurt. You were tired of watching him take the harassment. You were tired of being told just to accept the harassment and constant implications that you were less than. You were tired of being penalized for standing up for yourself and your brother. But you left it unsaid. Unthought, in case he was listening.

“Human society is still young and ignorant. They will not accept you.” His eyes searched your face. “They will not understand you.”

“Maybe not, but at least I’ll be free to be me. I won’t be suffocated under the pressures of being the Ambassador’s hope for a greater relationship between our two races.” You sat down on your bed and stared out the window. “At least I will be told that I am loved.”

A breeze blew through the leaves, partially obscuring your view of the red mountains and the rich orange sky.

“I won’t miss it here,” you said out loud. You needed to hear it. You needed him to believe it.

Now all you saw out the window was darkness and passing stars. You would never see the richness of those orange skies again. A fact the conference was intent on reminding you.

Normally being around that many Vulcans was exhausting because it required you to choose between putting on an act or dealing with the unfettered scorn of the entire group. Neither option was without its downsides. But this event was focused on how to ensure the survival of the people and cultures of Vulcan now that it was gone. Not even Vulcans can fully suppress the level of sorrow that comes with losing a planet and having that many grief-stricken telepaths in one starbase was overwhelming.

The favor you had paid Leonard only worsened your exhaustion. What had been bubbling out of you in aggression was now dripping out in fatigue. Your head felt heavy and cloudy.

You had come to the rooms provided by the Captain with the intention of sleeping, but your mind was bent on replaying memories over and over and not giving you a moment's rest.

Hauling yourself out of bed, you pulled your robes back on. One of the many concessions you had made in order to have your voice heard was to wear a traditional Vulcan dress.

The bottom of your dress and robe swept across the floor as you walked through the corridor. You followed the smell of food and drinks. Even with your nasal numbing agent, it was strong. You hadn’t fully realized how many smells there would be on a ship this size. You didn’t know how Spock dealt with it every day.

The smell led you to what looked like a bar.

You walked a few paces from the door and clasped your hands, trying to figure out if there were replicators you were supposed to use or if there was someone you asked for food.

“You should be resting,” Spock said, coming to stand by you.

“I’m fine,” you answered automatically in his head, something you hadn’t done in years. You were suddenly more willing to fall back on old childhood habits than speak.

He raised a brow at you but responded in kind, “You have not slept in days.”

“I am well within the healthy limit.”

“Not after such a taxing event.”

“But I supposed it wasn’t taxing for you?”

He bristled, realizing that he must think his next words more carefully if he wished to avoid an argument. “It was. However, my mind has always been less open than yours. You take on the suffering of those around you.”

If only he knew just how true that was.

“I’m fine,” you told him again.

“Your mind is cluttered.”

You glanced around the bar. “There’s a lot of people on your ship.”

He looked you over, then spoke out loud, “Come with me.”

You hesitated. You really just wanted to get something to eat and then go back to bed, but reluctantly, you followed him.

The two of you moved quietly through the ship until you were in a smaller room with significantly fewer people.

You exhaled.

When you had denied the Vulcan teachings on emotional control, you had also denied the teachings on telepathy control. They went hand in hand under Serak’s teachings. Telepathy was turned inward to help suppress one's emotions. Without doing this you were left with far more unchecked telepathic power with no one to teach you what to do with it. At least no one you were allowed to talk to as a child.

You had eventually figured it out and learned to control it and use it for good when you could, but you had never built up defenses the way most did. You hadn’t wanted to. Your mother had said that greeting the universe with an open heart and open mind made you more ready to learn. She was a sentimental woman. But she had also told you it would come at a cost. You knew that at least to be true.

The thoughts of those around you were always in your head. Like murmuring from another room. You couldn’t make them out with conscious effort, but they were there. You had learned to tune them out when you were a teenager, but when you were tired and surrounded by others, they started to overtake your own thoughts.

Spock led you to a table and told you to sit. You rested your head on your hand and waited for him to return. When he did, he placed a bowl in front of you. You stared down into the orange broth.

Plomeek soup.

You had despised it as a child. It was so bland and boring and never seemed to satisfy you.

Picking up your head, you lifted a spoonful to your mouth. Your eyes slipped shut as you took in the subtle flavor. It tasted remarkably similar to the one your mother used to make.

Finally, you spoke, “Thank you.”

Spock nodded, watching as you slowly sipped the soup.

“Have you considered meditating?”

You rolled your eyes at the suggestion.

“It has helped Vulcan’s for generations. Why you think it woul-”

“Because I don’t subscribe to the idea that I need to suppress my emotions.” You focused your attention on your meal as you projected your thoughts into his mind.

“A bit of suppression might benefit you.”

“And a bit of expression might benefit you,” you responded in turn.

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“See, don’t you feel better?” You took another sip of soup. “And I did meditate.”

“You could have just said that.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

He rested his hands on the table. “It appears you are also feeling better.”

“I’m starting to.”

“Good.” His head turned as something else in the room caught his attention. “Excuse me. I need to converse with the Captain for a moment. I will be back.”

You gave him a quick nod of recognition. He returned it and walked off. You focused your attention on your soup. The smell, the taste, the feel of it in your mouth. If you focused hard enough, everything else would fade into the background. At least that’s what you hoped would happen.

Instead, a voice cut through your soup thoughts, “There you are.”

You looked up to find Leonard smiling down at you. Glancing around, you saw that he was alone.

“I thought you were giving Jo a tour,” you said. Your voice sounded odd even to your own ears; horst and hallow.

“I was. Just dropped her off to work on homework. When she saw you weren’t there anymore, she made me promise I’d find you and make sure you’re okay.”

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Jo’s worried you’re going to be attacked by a salt vampire.”

“I think those safety lectures of yours did more harm than good,” you told him, dropping your chin to look straight ahead.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

You stiffened at the pet name.

“Look worn slap out.” He put a hand on your shoulder.

The images of his thoughts filled your mind, perfectly formed. You jerked away before you had time to process any of them. You couldn’t deal with anyone else in your head today.

“Don’t touch me.”

He didn’t deserve the sharpness in your tone. You knew that, but you couldn’t stop it from being there. Full and biting.

Leonard held his hands up to show you he wasn’t going to touch you again. “I thought we got over you making me the bad guy when I let you into my head the other night.”

“No one’s making you the bad guy.” You rested your forearms on the table so you could lean towards him. “Do you have to react dramatically to everything?”

“I’m not the one who almost bit someone’s head off for putting a hand on your shoulder.”

“Expecting you to respect my boundaries is not biting your head off.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve never met a boundary you wouldn’t cross.”

You pulled your chin in and raised your brows. “I beg your unbelievable parton?”

“You brought my twelve-year-old to a starbase!”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back. “I have to hand it to you, Doctor. you can hold on to things for an exceptionally long time.”

He crossed his arms. “You could start an argument with an empty house, you know that?”

“You wouldn’t even need the house.”

“I can’t do this right now. Find me when you’re done yo-yoing me around.” He waved a hand over his shoulder as he started back towards the door.

“Oh come on, Doctor. I already know how good you are at walking away. Show me something new.”

He ignored your harassment and your eyes followed him out into the corridor. Then you dropped your head to your arms with a groan.

“You ‘let yourself into his head’?” Spock repeated the phrase as closely as he could in Vulcan.

Stifling the urge to groan, you lifted your head just enough for you to be able to peak over your arms and stared up at your brother.

“What does that mean?” After spending three days with other Vulcan’s his accent was stronger than it had been. It made you realize in retrospect how much his time in Starfleet had affected it. His consents were tighter. His vowels moved at a different pitch. You wondered if he was aware of how much he had changed.

“Nothing,” your Vulcan words were muffled slightly against your sleeve. “Don’t worry about it.”

Silently, he sat down across from you. He carefully folded his hands on the table and straightened up, watching you.

“Don’t do this,” you grumbled.

“Don’t sit down with you?”

“No, don’t do that silent judgy thing you do right before we get in a fight.”

“I do not have a silent judgy thing.”

“I can feel the angry thoughts churning in your head.”

“Anger is a human emotion.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your head again. “Just say what you want to say.”

“I have nothing to say.”

You scoffed but didn’t look up.

“You are going to do what you want to regardless of what I say. I don’t know why I ever bothered trying to give you advice.”

“Advice?” Now you lifted your head fully. “You told me to avoid the doctor completely. How am I supposed to do that without offending his family, who are some of my closest friends? I’m his daughter’s third emergency contact. It goes Donna, then Fred, then me, then Leonard. Do you expect me to just leave him out of the loop in the case of an emergency with his own child?”

“Of course not.”

You pulled your shoulders back so he could get the full effect of your ‘so then what’ expression.

“There are many other forms of relationships between avoiding entirely and performing intimate telepathic bonds together.”

“If it’s so intimate-” It was incredibly intimate. You knew that. “-why do you use it on what are essentially criminals.”

“Sometimes it is necessary to cross that boundary for the good of the many.”

“And sometimes it’s necessary for the good of the one.”

His brows lowered at your flip of the traditional Vulcan motto.

“He was suffering. I wasn’t just going to sit there when I could help.” You leaned back in your seat. “I thought you wanted me to avoid him because you feared I would pick a fight. I thought you would be pleased that we’re are… getting along.”

“You appear to be managing to do both.”

“Why does this bother you so much?”

“You have a tendency to,” he hesitated as he searched for the right words, “become emotionally invested. Were that to happen with a member of this crew who is less than understanding of many of your Vulcan traits it could become difficult for that person to continue working with me.”

“You’re professional relationship is so fragile that my forming a friendship with him would create difficulties?”

“Not for me alone. Your brash, unregulated emotions have gotten you into trouble before. Combining them with the doctor’s could create complications.”

“I am not combining emotions with the doctor.” You stood up. “But if I was, it wouldn’t be any of your business. I can combine whatever I want with whomever I want.”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, I was going to go get some tea, unless you’re worried that I’ll run into the head engineer on the way to the replicators and become emotionally invested.” You didn’t wait for a response before walking away.

The light from the replicator stung your over tired eyes but you didn’t look away. It seemed the easiest place to look.

“Brothers, huh?” a nearby voice asked.

You turned to see Jim still sitting at the table, a PADD in one hand and a mug in the other.

“Brothers,” you agreed, grabbing your tea from the machine.

“Always disappointed about something. I swear I don’t know why mine’s mad at me half the time,” he joked.

“That must be nice.”

He chuckled. “I’m my experience with Spock he usually has a good, logical reason for everything he does and says.”

“And in your experience with brothers?” you asked.

“They usually mean well.” He gave you a sympathetic smile. “Even if they’re doing the wrong thing.”

“Are you speaking as someone with a brother or someone who is a brother?” you asked.

“Both.” He set his PADD down. “But mostly someone with a brother. I’m a great brother.”

You smiled at his playful cockiness.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Of course.”

“What’s a yo-yo?”

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