Any Chance?

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.

Random question

Does anyone know why we put word counts on our works? Or like does someone have a specific reason for it? I just do it because I picked up on it in the pattern of other people’s work

I Wanna Hear You Sing

Spock x gn!reader

⚠️: none that I can think of

word count: 372

Follow your star let it guide youits been there for millions of years I sauntered into Spock’s quarters and the shower was running. That’s alright, I’ll wait for him. Its light will shine longer truer and stronger I think I can hear Spock talking to himself, not really something I would think of him as doing, but I guess he is the only person here who thinks like he does. I consider this as I lay down on the couch. The water stopped and I could hear him more clearly now. Than all of your worries and fears follow your starlet it lead you Spock is singing, I didn’t know he could or that he liked to, but he’s really good at it, I wonder why he doesn’t sing when he plays harp. He walks out of the bathroom, still wet and now in his pyjamas. it’s older and wiser than time it’s- He looks up to see me on the couch and stops mid verse. “Oh, hello, Y/N” Spock murmurs, now tinted a light shade of green. “Please don’t stop, I wanna hear you sing. It sounded so pretty” I plead with him, I can see him giving in and he comes to sit on the couch with me. It’s there to inspire your hopes to aim higherthan any old mountain you climb He moves me so that my head is in his lap and begins to rub my shoulder. fools follow rainbows but rainbows disappearwhen the sun warms the earthand the sky grows clear Spock looks down at me briefly before softly pressing a hand to my face and rubbing my cheek with his thumb. fools follow daydreams that soon will be gonebut that faithful old starjust shines on and on I look up at him in pure adoration, I’ve never heard anyone sing like this. follow your star let it show you that troubles seem worse than they are never think of them you’ll rise above them if you just follow your star follow follow your star “Now I believe it’s time for bed, T’hy’la” Spock uttered as he began to guide me to bed with a hand on my lower back.

Sleepy soft 😴🥰

Bones anytime Spock opens his mouth: It’s a good thing you wear makeup ‘cause that’s a fucking joke

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”

some bogus conspiracy documentary: and then the aliens built the pyramids

Ahk, choking on his tea: fucking EXCUSE ME-

Larry: oh god here we go-

Ahk: I WAS THERE WHEN THEY WERE BUIL- ARE YOU MODREN HUMANS REALLY THIS STUPID?!