Indoor Catch

Indoor Catch

No particular pairing, gn!reader

⚠️: no warnings

word count: 357

Where the hell you got your hands on a tennis ball, Kirk and Bones will never know and Spock won’t care, but Chekov is all in for a game of catch on the bridge. It was a rare occurrence really, but nothing had happened today, on bridge, in the medbay, or anywhere on board for that matter. So you did what you do best, be bored and then cure boredom. At about 11 this morning you had run back to your quarters to grab a ball that you remembered you had stuffed away in a box. When you came back and waved the tennis ball around a bit, Chekov reacted like an excitable puppy, and even Kirk popped his head up for a moment. You and Chekov had enthusiastically been playing catch for an hour and a half, he had missed his catch a couple of times, but that was still better than Sulu who was sleeping at his station and just let the ball ricochet off his head (although was he really letting it happen if he was in such a deep sleep he was snoring???) A few times Uhura had even intercepted, meanwhile Spock spectated and occasionally asked questions. You could only play simple catch for so long though. It eventually devolved into seeing who could bounce it off the most things without breaking anything. The answer was you and the game was quickly put to an end by Scotty when Chekov broke his coffee mug. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the man more upset, there was still even coffee in the mug when it shattered over his console, which was another matter. Scotty made you and Chekov clean his console, when you asked why you had to help he said “because you started this devil game” You couldn’t really argue with that, well you could, but at your own risk. After that incident Kirk had confiscated the ball, with a few protests, then Spock confiscated it from him with even more protests because once Spock had it all hope was lost. Ah well, you would just have to hope for an emergency now.

This is definitely a reflection of my own boredom

Kirk: “Mister Spock, meet me in my ready room”

Spock: *blushes bright green*

theyre flirting in their special code your honor

Any Chance?

Leonard McCoy x gn!reader

⚠️: umm, there’s almost a mugging 🤷‍♀️

Word count: 485

It was a beautiful night really. The stars were shining brightly, there was a beautifully soft breeze, and the moon was reflected on the water. A stunning night out on shore leave with Leonard. Unfortunately, I could never seem to have anything nice for more than a few moments. We were walking across a bridge when a Klingon ran up to us, phaser in hand, and demanded our money. “Right, cause that’s gonna happen” I muttered to myself as I decked the guy. I really have no idea what came over me, I mean the man had a phaser for Christ’s sake. And what do I do? I take one of the biggest risks of my life and hope I land a good enough hit to knock him out. It must be my lucky night because he went down hard. I can feel Leonard staring, I look over to see him standing stock still, his mouth wide open. “Don’t do that, you’ll catch flies” I tell him. “You don’t get to tell me what not to do, you just clocked a Klingon who had a phaser pointed at you!” He whisper yelled at me. We walked in shocked silence for a few moments. Suddenly Leonard stopped, I turned back to look at him, “I’m not sure if I wanna kiss you or push you over” Leonard let slip plainly, taking a quick glance over the side of the bridge. “Is there any chance I get to pick?” I asked hopefully, with what I hoped was a pleading look in my eyes. “Not even a snowball’s chance in hell” he continued to walk, “you’re not even gonna tell me which you’re picking?!?” I was startled to say the least, though fairly certain he wouldn’t push me over because he knew he’d have to retrieve me. It wasn’t long before the sun began to rise, Leonard stopped again, this time turning to me. He pulled me in by the waist “I guess I’ll kiss you” he whispered before he gently put his lips to mine. He was soft and warm as he worked his hands up my sides and began kneading the flesh there. Much to my dismay I was suddenly falling backwards “What was that for?!?” I called up to him once I hit the water, “why should I limit myself, darlin?” He boasted. “What if I couldn’t swim?!” I whined up to him, “But I know you can” he retorted as he came down to the bank of the river to pull me out. “You owe me so many hugs” I told him through chattering teeth. “I can do that” Leonard sounded pleased as punch with himself. “Starting now” I warned just before wrapping my arms around him and giggling. “Gah! Darlin, you’re all wet! Was that necessary?!?” Leonard exclaimed, “shouldn’t have pushed me in if you weren’t prepared for the consequences” I stated simply.

McCoy: "There's a thin line between being a genius and a complete idiot." McCoy: "Jim and Spock use that line as a jump rope."

I Like Your Sweater

TOS Leonard McCoy x gn!reader

⚠️: none I don’t think, just fluffy at the end

word count: 758

My alarm rang throughout my quarters, so I turned it off and rolled over. “It’ll go off again in ten” muttered angrily to myself. I was wrong or maybe I was right but I didn’t hear it, I don’t really know. What I do know is that it’s 9 AM and I am laaate, like the kind of late where I hopped out of bed and scrambled for any of the nearest clothes, most of which were on the floor and yesterday’s or older. Just as I was hopping about, trying to get my other leg in my pants while also brushing my teeth, Scotty’s face popped up on the video communicator. Thunk I fell over backwards, I was hoping that maybe no one, or at least no one important, would notice that I was late. I could hear Scotty’s laughter radiating from the communicator. “I see you’re already getting ready!” He belowed between fits of laughter. “Yes, why do you call?” I inquired rather loudly as I was still on the floor trying to get my pants the rest of the way on. “I just wanted to let you know that when you do finally get down to engineering, we’re having our monthly meeting to assign projects” Scotty informed while attempting to hide more chuckling. (I dunno, I just made up something important) That was today?!? “Are you kidding?!?” I popped up with my pants finally all the way on to look at Scotty. “Nope, serious as a heart attack” He deadpanned. “Fine, fine, I’ll be there!” I shouted as I dived back down to find my toothbrush in this mess. “You’ve got eight minutes, see you there!” Scotty singsonged before hanging up. Eight minutes, so really I’ve got five minutes and enough time to take the turbo lift down, and not miss anything but basic introduction. Why is it so cold in here? I know I’ve got bigger fish to fry at the moment, but I’ve gotta have a uniform sweater around here somewhere. “Bingo!” I swiped the sweater off the floor and put it on. I didn’t have time for a shower, so I did the next best thing and used a handful of water to smooth out the top of my hair and put on deodorant. I run for the turbo lift. “Morning Chekov!” I shout as I run. I get into the turbo lift and pant out engineering. I’m so grateful that it was open and I didn’t have to use the stairs. Once off the lift I run into the conference rooms in engineering, there are six of them and Scotty didn’t actually say which once we were in this morning. I started to just randomly pop my head into other meetings, fifth time’s the charm I guess because we were in room five. I slipped in and tried to sit without being noticed, but the door slammed behind me. Suddenly everyone was giving me various degrees of judgemental looks. “What?” I ask in irritation, “Nothing, you just late” Scotty reassured while glowering at all the other engineering personnel. The meeting was long and slow, the only thing I learned was that despite previous mistakes I was still working in the engine core. I had nothing else to do unless something got broken so I headed down to the medbay to see what was up with my favourite CMO. The whole way there I kept getting looks, was my hair really that bad? I thought about this and automatically ran a hand over my hair. News travels fast around here, maybe they just all know I was late, I can’t have been the only person who was late today though. I walked on into the medbay to find Leonard at his desk. Must be the luckier part of my day, he’s usually being dragged around the medbay if not the whole ship for various emergencies. “Hiya, Len!” I call to him as I make my way over. He turns to look at me and whatever he was about to say dies on his lips. “I like your sweater, darlin” he says in a slightly mocking tone. “It’s just a uniform sweater” I tell him, “Yeah, but whose uniform?” He questions, crossing his arms and eyeing the sweater. I finally look down and much to my near horror, I see a medical officer’s sweater over my engineering shirt. “Don’t worry bout it darlin. It looks better on you anyway” Leonard compliments me as he gestures me over for a hug and a kiss.

TOS headcanon

prompt: would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?

images imply x fem!reader, I’ll probably do an x masc!reader next

Spock

Yes, yes it would be

He’ll still do it if it’ll make you happy

but he’s gonna ask you a bunch of questions about it while you show him possible outfits.

You’re lucky you’re on shore leave otherwise he would say no, just for the sake of professionalism

Kirk

NO!

Do it, show him all the options!

after this it’ll probably become a regular thing

is bouncing up and down the whole time

he loves it even more because it gives him an excuse to be extra clingy

won’t leave your side because “without you the outfit doesn’t make sense”

Bones

heavy sigh

yeah fine, but only because you look so excited about it

if you weren’t on shore leave he would never agree to it

mutters under his breath about how ridiculous this is the whole time

secretly loves it, which becomes not so secret when he says “I get to pick next time”