A Bit Thorny

A bit thorny

💙Leonard McCoy x gn!reader💙

⚠️: mentions of small injury

word count: 562

You had gone out on a simple exploratory mission, you know basic stuff: Can you breathe here, will the inhabitants kill you, are there even any inhabitants, can you eat the plants. So far it was pretty chill, no one had been eaten alive, you went out with three redshirts and still had three redshirts, which was impressive because they seemed to have a knack for being the first ones down.

Finding that there were no inhabitants, but that there were plenty of plants, everyone, botany department and otherwise, had been assigned to collecting plant samples. With no perceived danger, the landing party had been permitted to separate into smaller groups, so of course Y/N and Leonard had gone off together.

Kirk had made his jokes about the pairing, but quickly shut up when Bones shot back that, “We all already know you’re going off with Spock, and you aren’t gonna get any real work done!”. Certainly Jim had been a bit embarrassed, but everyone else had a good laugh at the captain’s expense.

Y/N knelt down by a vine of blue flowers, “This would be very pretty to keep in your quarters,” they softly commented, looking up at Leonard for his reaction. Leonard held his tricorder up to its leaves, “I don’t think so,” He said, focusing on the tricorder reading, “It reads as poisonous,” he informed. 

“Oh!” Y/N exclaimed, hopping back from the plant and putting on gloves. “But,” Y/N started as they knelt back down to take a sample, “Your quarters could still do with a plant to liven the place up a bit,” Y/N remarked. “That’s what I have you for,” Leonard chuckled, Y/N looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Well I can’t sit there and look pretty all the time you know,” Y/N said as they closed the petri dish around the sample. Moving over a few inches, Y/N went to inspect a different plant that didn’t have flowers at all, but rather thorns.

“What about this one for your quarters?” Y/N asked, briefly tugging at one of the branches to indicate which plant she was referring to. “It’s just like you, I’m sure you’d be great roommates,” Y/N remarked as they attempted to avoid being stuck with thorns.

“Ha, ha,” Leonard replied humourlessly, lightly kicking up dirt in Y/N’s direction. They coughed a bit as they inhaled some of the dust that was now floating around, reflexively squeezing their hand around the branch they had been holding in the process.

“Crap,” Y/N bit out in shock at the sensation of the thorns puncturing the palm of their hand. Leonard kneeled by their side to have a look at Y/N’s hand.

“You’re in the botany department, I would have thought you knew not to touch these things,” He lightly scolded as he began cleaning the small puncture wound.

“Maybe,” Leonard began as he wrapped up Y/N’s hand, “It’s time to go back before you hurt yourself too much more,”

“Mmmm,” Y/N considered the idea briefly, “Is there a nap and cuddles involved in this going back  plan?” they asked, now holding their hand to their chest.

“Of course that’s involved,” Leonard promised. He pulled Y/N’s hand away from their chest and planted a delicate kiss firmly on their palm.

This sat in drafts sooo long and I finally gave it an ending 🥲

made these for a stupid tiktok but I'm sharing them here too

the characters may be fictional, but my feelings for them are definitely real so I got to cry and mourn and scream and kick my feet and dig my nails into my pillow and giggle and smile and laugh and think and talk about them 24/7 and write fanfics/make fanart about them and use them as my emotional support blorbos and you don’t get to tell me how I can or can’t express my feelings you soulless twat

reblog if you think not liking physical touch is "valid" and if someone tell you they don't like being touched you will stop immediately and not tell them a hug isn't gonna kill them and then disrespect their boundaries

Just a Small Hang Up

💛 Jim Kirk x gn!reader 💛

⚠️: none

word count: 523

Y/N’s shift had just ended and they were on their way back to their quarters, their steps echoing behind them and their quarters just within view ahead of them. With each step closer their mood lightened, knowing that Jim was probably already there.

With a smile on their face Y/N punched in the key code. As the door opened their smile gave way to a look of sheer shock. They numbly stepped in and closed the door behind them.

“You’re umm,” Y/N began as they stared at Jim, but couldn’t quite find the words, “What are you doing?” they finally managed to ask.

“Just hanging out,” Jim smiled at Y/N as he hung upside down from the ceiling, wrapped up in what Y/N could only assume was several bedsheets. 

Stepping closer so the two of them were more or less face to face, Y/N began looking over the way the sheets all looked as though they intertwined seamlessly.

“You’re certainly doing that,” Y/N started again as the shock wore off, “But uh, why, and perhaps better yet, how?” Y/N asked as they began trying to plot how they would get him down, preferably without hurting him.

“Well I wanted to be like a bat,” He said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Alright Bat Boy, now how about telling me how and also why I shouldn’t start hiding the bedding when I leave,” Y/N said, poking Jim in the side as they did.

“Well once I got an engineer to bolt the bedding to the ceiling I just had to get myself wrapped up,” Kirk explained with an odd and uncomfortable looking attempt at shrugging.

Y/N closed their eyes for a moment to consider what they had just heard. “You mean those sheets are ruined and stuck there until an engineer comes back?” They asked as they now considered just leaving him there.

“Well…” Jim started with a sheepish grin, “In a manner of speaking,” he admitted 

“Right fine,” Y/N said with a sigh, “Hold on I’ll be back with scissors,” they said as they wandered into the kitchen.

“Well I can’t exactly go anywhere!” Jim called after them.

“Good!” Y/N called back to him. “Alright,” they said as they returned, scissors now in hand.

“Just hold onto the sheets here, and I’ll cut around you from below that point and you can twist yourself out,” Y/N explained as they watched Jim move his hands as directed.

“Great,” They muttered as they began cutting. “You’re absolutely insane,” Y/N said as they cut the last bit of fabric.

“I prefer creative,” Jim said with a smirk as he flipped himself out of the sheets and back onto the ground.

“Compromise,” Y/N started and then gave Jim a kiss, “Creatively insane, but insane is nonnegotiable,” They said with a smile.

“But you still love me,” He said with a false pout as he brought Y/N closer by the waist.

“At times much to my detriment,” Y/N agreed and gave Jim another kiss.

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Nine: Miles

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: we’re getting a little angsty, mentions of drinking

word count: 1,055

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“Umm, maybe,” Y/N began, sensing that the tension in the room was still building up. “Maybe I should go,” She said quietly. This broke Leonard out of his glaring at Kirk, “I mean, maybe nurse Chapel or someone could help me back,” She offered.

Leonard’s face fell as he saw the look of utter panic cross Y/N’s face. “No you don’t have to do that,” He tried to comfort her with a softening look in his eyes. Y/N shook her head shyly.

“No, really it’s alright,” she assured as she slowly began standing up and walking past Kirk and out of the office. She delicately closed the door behind herself and looked around the medbay for anyone who didn’t look busy at the moment.

Y/N caught the attention of one of the assistants, “Is there something I can do for you?” He asked gently, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Err, yes actually, if you wouldn’t mind of course,” She said, trying to be sure he really wanted to help her.

“Of course that’s what I’m here for,” He reassured her with a shining smile and a small squeeze of the hand on her shoulder.

He’s got such a nice smile, Y/N could feel herself start to smile at the thought.

“Would you mind helping me to my quarters then?” Y/N asked the assistant. He wrapped an arm around her waist and took up her weight in his arm, in lieu of actually wording a response.

“If I’m gonna hold you all the way to your quarters I should probably introduce myself,” He joked with a grin, “I’m Miles,” his smile widened as he looked to Y/N.

“Very nice to meet you Miles, I’m Y/N,” She returned the introduction with a light blush dusting her cheeks.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” Miles said as they began to walk out of the medbay.

“Gee, never heard that one before,” Y/N giggled as she leaned further into Miles’ side. Miles shook his head before looking at her again.

“Well maybe you’ve heard it so much because it’s true,” He offered, “Now you’ll still have to lead the way,” Miles said.

“Good thing I know where we’re going then,” Y/N smiled.

Y/N walked out the door and Leonard was left to glare very intensely at Jim. When the door closed Jim opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off. “No, I don’t wanna hear it, whatever it is!” he said sternly.

“Fine then,” Kirk seemed to be surrendering, but Leonard didn’t believe it for a second. “What did I interrupt then?” He asked as though he were daring Leonard to bring evidence that he was wrong.

“Lunch, we were eating lunch. Is there something wrong with that?” He seemed ready to blow up at any moment now.

“Then why was she wearing your shirt?” Jim asked, a bit of a smug grin creeping across his face as he stood triumphantly.

“Because she spilled her smoothie,” Leonard said, he was beginning to lose steam at this point. He was still angry, he just didn’t have the energy to outwardly argue this matter anymore. “What did you even want in the first place?” He asked hoping that if he could get this out of the way Kirk would leave.

“I was just coming to check in on how you were doing with the rooming situation,” He explained, trying not to further aggravate the situation.

“Awkwardly, but fine,” Leonard replied shortly without giving it any real thought. Although I wish she didn’t seem so scared of me, Leonard thought before he could stop himself.

“Alright then,” Kirk conceded, one foot turning to the side, “I’ll see you around then, I guess,” Jim said before turning to leave.

“Bye then," Leonard called after him. He sank down into his chair and pulled one of his desk drawers open to reveal whiskey and a glass tumbler. McCoy sighed to the empty room as he took the glass and bottle and put them out on his desk.

He opened the bottle and began pouring haphazardly where he would normally measure carefully, this afternoon he simply poured until the glass was very nearly full.

Y/N and Miles came up to her quarters as she was now leaning deeply into his side, tired of standing any longer. “Thank you,” Y/N said sleepily as she began working up the strength to walk in by herself.

“Hey, not to be too forward or anything,” Miles started, looking down at Y/N, “But would you want to maybe have dinner with me sometime?” he asked, squeezing her waist a little bit to punctuate the question.

Y/N paused for a moment as she thought back to lunch just minutes before with Leonard, and then remembered the yelling and the way they seemed almost as though they were fighting because of her. Maybe it would be for the best if she took Miles up on this.

She looked up at him with a sweet smile, “I think that would be very nice,” Y/N answered honestly.

“That’s great!” Miles said, “Would it be okay if I came to get you at seven tonight?” He asked Y/N, “I’ll make dinner,” He added quickly.

“Alright, that sounds great,” She smiled brightly to him again, “But for now I do have to get off my ankle and get some rest,” She told Miles as she nodded to her door.

“Right, of course. I’ll see you at seven,” Miles said as he let go of Y/N, still watching her to make sure she got in okay.

As the door opened up Y/N turned back to Miles, “I’ll see you tonight then,” She smiled as the door closed.

Y/N quickly sat herself down on the couch, now she just had to figure out what she would do for the next five hours that didn’t involve being on her feet.

Looking resignedly at the time she decided that a nap was as good as anything. “Computer, set an alarm for six o’clock this evening,” Y/N softly ordered the machine and waited for the sound of recognition.

Once she heard the computer reply she laid back on the couch and rolled over to get some sleep.

I feel pretty good about this one