One Of Those Days

One Of Those Days

Leonard McCoy x reader

⚠️: none

word count: 414

Leonard slumped into his quarters, kicked off his shoes and carelessly tossed himself on the couch. I looked up from my place on his bed just in time to see him turn over onto his back and sigh heavily. “One of those days, huh?” I ask him delicately as I saunter toward where he lay on the couch. I kneel by him and run a hand through his hair. Leonard grabs my wrist to stop my motion, bringing my hand down to his lips, he plants a few kisses in various places on my hand. “Darlin” he starts before leaving a kiss on my wrist, “it’s been one of those days for the last two years” he mutters through a yawn. I frown at him a little as I bring my other hand up to his face and rub soft circles on his cheek. “Anything I can do to help?” I ask softly, trying not to frazzle him further, “Just keep being wonderful you and try not to do anything to cause a disaster” he sighed before bringing the hand he had been kissing down to rest on his chest with his own hand. I lay my head by his on the couch, “Come to bed?” I pout, “mmm, only if I can bring myself to get up” he replied with a groan at the thought of moving. I waited a few moments longer before detangling myself from him altogether. Leonard gave a discontented look to me as he watched me sit up. I pushed his shoulder upward a bit, “If you aren’t going to move to bed, you could at least make room for me here” I muttered in fake exasperation as I pretended that moving him was an exhaustive act. “Mmm” he hummed and sat forward just long enough for me to slip onto the couch behind him. He shimmied back so he was sat between my legs and flush against my chest. I brought my hands back to his hair and felt some of the tension melt away as my nails ran over his scalp. Eventually I felt his breathing even out, he was certainly going to complain about being sore in the morning, but I wasn’t going to try and move him. It’s not worth waking him, sure I’ll be sore too, but I’m not sure when the last time he actually slept was. One night on the couch won’t kill me, I thought to myself as I drifted off.

Continuing to wish a fictional person happy birthday 🤷‍♀️

Crosswords In A Bottle

Spock x reader

⚠️: none

word count: 222

If I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I’d like to do Is to save every day ‘til eternity Passes away The music droned softly in the background as Spock and Y/N sat quietly in their shared quarters. Y/N sat on the floor in front of Spock, who sat on the couch reading. He would occasionally look over at Y/N as he his hand over their back and through their hair. Just to spend them with you If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true Y/N sat with a magazine in their lap, folded open to a crossword puzzle. “Hmm” they muttered softly and tucked their pencil behind their ear. “What is it, T’hy’la?” Spock questioned in a low tone as he looked over the edge of his book. “Eight letter word for an athletic field” Y/N said, scratching the back of their neck. “A puzzle indeed, I believe ‘coaching’ would fit the given parameters” Spock informed lovingly as he took extra care to scratch Y/N’s scalp before going back to reading. I’d save every day like a treasure and then Again, I would spend them with you If ever there was a moment Spock wanted to freeze and live in forever, it would be this one. Just him and Y/N.

I would have made it longer but that seemed as good a place to stop as any, also ya know, 222

Turn The Lights Down Low

Leonard McCoy x gn!reader

⚠️: none

word count: 296

Sort of inspired by this song

The door to Leonard’s quarters closed behind Y/N with a familiar swishing sound. The lights were only on half brightness and there was music floating from the kitchen. ‘It must be Wednesday’ they thought as they wandered into the kitchen. The smell of peach cobbler and stir fry grew stronger when Y/N reached the kitchen. “Mmm, smells good” Y/N breathed out as they leaned against Leonard. “Glad ya think so, it’s almost done, darlin” Leonard said as he briefly turned to press a kiss to their forehead. “Do me a favour an’ get the hot pads outta the drawer?” He asked softly as nodded in the direction of the drawer in question. “Course” Y/N muttered as they reached into the drawer for hot pads. Handing them to Leonard, Y/N briefly stopped him for a kiss on the cheek. Leonard opened the oven and the smell of warm peach cobbler wrapped around the both of them in a hot puff of air. “Oooh, can we have that first?” Y/N asked impatiently, “I suppose it will be cool sooner than the stir fry” he chuckled, setting the cobbler on the counter before turning to check the stir fry again. Y/N turned the music down, just a bit, before coming up behind Leonard and wrapping their arms around his waist and resting their head between his shoulder blades. “Whatcha doin, darlin?” He asked without moving. “Shhh” Y/N let out, “it’s so nice and quiet” they sighed before placing a kiss to Leonard’s back and loosening their grip. Y/N walked away to sit down at the table. It was only a moment before Leonard walked out with two slices of cobbler, “can’t have dinner if you don’t eat your dessert” he joked. “How will I ever live?” Y/N dramatised lovingly.