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Reblogging it simply because I forgot about it and since I remembered I think I’ve watched like six times

Continuing to wish a fictional person happy birthday 🤷‍♀️

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Ten: Tea unattended

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: none

word count: 1,470

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Y/N woke up later that afternoon when she heard the door slide open. She sleepily rolled over to look towards the door. “Oh, hi Len,” Y/N greeted softly as she began to stretch.

“Hiya, Angel,” Leonard greeted in return, seeming to actively relax as the door closed behind him. His shoulders slumped as he moved to sit in the armchair next to the coffee table. 

“How was the rest of your day?” Y/N asked, now very delicately attempting to stretch out her legs.

“Mostly quiet and slow,” He said honestly as he stood up again. “You want some tea?” Leonard asked, walking into the kitchen and already filling the kettle with water.

“Yes please,” Y/N called gently as she sat up on the couch and continued her stretching. “I think there’s some vanilla chai in the cupboard,” she added.

“Alright, vanilla chai it is,” Leonard said and began to shuffle through the cabinet behind him. “How was your nap?” He asked as he continued sifting about the teas until he came upon a small box of vanilla chai.

“Fine, although I had this odd dream that I was an orange cat swimming in a glass of orange soda,” Y/N explained casually. She looked up at the time displayed on the wall, it read 5:30.

“Well that certainly is an interesting dream isn’t it?” Leonard said while pulling down two mugs and putting tea bags in them.

“So,” He started as he came back to sit in the armchair, “What’re ya gonna read this evening?” He asked, eying the book on the coffee table.

“Err,” Y/N began as she decided how to tell him. “Well, I,” She finally decided that maybe the best she could do was simply say it outright. “I have a date this evening actually,” Y/N spat the words out as fast as she could and looked to the ground.

“Oh, well alright then,” Leonard said lightly after a brief pause. He straightened himself up in his seat and just sat quietly until the kettle whistled.

“There ya go,” Leonard said as he sat a mug of tea on the table in front of Y/N and then sat back in the armchair again.

“Thank you,” Y/N said, stirring the tea bag around in the hot water. “I should probably hop in the shower real quick,” Y/N commented as she looked up at the time again.

Leonard glanced at her cup of tea before looking at her again. “Oh, that’ll be alright,” Y/N said lightly with an airy giggle, “It’s much too hot now, I’ll be able to drink it when I get out of the shower,” She explained as though she could read Leonard’s mind on the subject.

Y/N got up and walked toward the bathroom, “Oh, before I take up the bathroom, do you need it?” She offered kindly, stopped in front of the bathroom door.

“Oh no, that’s alright, all yours,” Leonard said, “I have to sort through that paperwork I brought last night,” he said as he got up to inspect the boxes still sitting on the floor.

“Alright then,” Y/N said and closed the door behind her. She pulled a towel out from under the sink to hang up and started the shower running. As the water ran and Y/N undressed she couldn’t but wonder what exactly Miles had in mind for this evening.

As the door closed behind Y/N Leonard turned back to his own cup of tea, one he had simply so Y/N wouldn’t feel bad that he was really just making her tea. He stood up and took his cup of tea to the kitchen, opting to have it while leaning against the counter.

I wonder who she’s going out with, Leonard thought as he swirled his tea before he could think better of it. “Not that it’s any of my business or matters to me,” He muttered the amendment to his thought under his breath.

Leonard swirled his tea around some more and decided he would not in fact be going anywhere this evening. He went back to the bedroom and pulled one of his nightgowns out of the closet.

Changing quickly, one of the books on the nightstand caught his eye. Now in his nightgown, Leonard picked up the small, blue book. He inspected the intricate patterns of little silver stars and trees on the cover. As he read the title something distant stirred in the back of his mind.

‘Peter Pan’ the cover read, Leonard swore he had some memory of only a brief mention of the story somewhere deep in his subconscious.

He took the book back out to the living room and settled into the armchair once more, this time with the intention of staying there for quite some time. Cracking open the book to the first page, he poured over the very delicate looking pictures in it.

“All children, except one, grow up,” Leonard spoke  the words in a feathery light voice to himself, just to hear the words, just to feel them on his tongue. Somethin’ about feeling the words, he tried to recall Y/N’s words from last night.

Leonard ran his fingers over the page before continuing to read the book.

As Y/N stepped out of the shower and reached for her towel she realised she hadn’t brought clothes into the bathroom with her. She took a deep breath in, tightening the towel around herself and turning to the door. Here goes nothing, Y/N thought, remembering the way she had answered the door the other night.

She threw open the door, finding Leonard engrossed in a book, Y/N took advantage of his absence of attention to his surroundings and scurried away into the bedroom. She closed the door and began to tear her closet apart to find something to wear this evening.

The longer she looked, the more upsettingly sparse her wardrobe became. She really only owned her dress uniform and her day to day uniforms. In the end Y/N opted for her dress uniform, choosing to dress as nicely as possible for the evening ahead.

Now wearing her dress uniform, Y/N gave herself a once over in the mirror. There were certainly things that she wanted to fix, but noticing that it was nearly 6:30, she gave a small huff and turned away from the mirror. I guess this is as good as it gets for now, she thought and opened the bedroom door.

Now all she had to do was wait, unfortunately, Y/N was not particularly good at waiting, so she puttered about and paced back and forth in the living room. She rearranged some things on the counter and went back to her pacing, somehow still going unnoticed by the reading doctor.

Y/N was still pacing when the bell suddenly chimed. Leonard jumped in his seat and clasped the book shut, Y/N stopped in the middle of a step and looked up at the time, it was only 6:50. He’s early, she thought, both glad that her waiting was over and also a bit bothered by the fact that he was early. What if I had still been getting ready?, Y/N reasoned to herself as she still stood in place.

“Are you gonna answer that or are we gonna pretend we’re not here?” Leonard joked as he looked up at Y/N.

“Oh, umm, yeah I’ll get it,” Y/N said, startled out of her thoughts. She went to get the door, “Oh, hi Miles!” Y/N greeted once the door was open, “You’re a bit early,” She commented offhandedly.

“I hope that’s alright, I was just excited to see you,” Miles said as a sheepish smile crossed his face.

“That’s alright,” Y/N said and returned Miles’ smile. For a moment she contemplated saying goodbye to Leonard, but she didn’t want to make the moment awkward in case Miles hadn’t already noticed him.

So with a guilty feeling lingering in the back of her throat, she simply stepped out and let the door close behind her.

Once the door had closed, Leonard watched the door for a moment with the book still clutched closely in his hands.

After a while he glanced over to the cup of tea still on the coffee table, now tepid at best, untouched and oddly gloomy to look at. With a sigh Leonard put down the book and took the mug off the coffee table.

In the kitchen he took one last lingering look at the untouched tea swirling within the mug and poured it out. He placed the cup in the sink and tucked himself into a corner of the couch to continue reading.

I can’t wait to see what happens next 😅. I wish I was joking, I have no clue yet

no it must be a multiple of five, evens don’t cut it

concept: vulcan who’s gifted a t-shirt that says “milf” and legitimately thinks it stands for “man I loathe feelings”

they wear it to every formal event