You Know Whats Fun? Spelling Out My Accent

you know what’s fun? Spelling out my accent

coupla= a couple of

y’know= you know

what’re ya doon= what are you doing

iffin ya’sha= if you’re sure

Whadd’yado/whadd’yedo= what do you do (usually in the context of *insert bad event here* “but what are you going to do 🤷‍♀️”)

Sha fie wa’ta= sure fire way to

Sort of ordered these from most to least readable/undersrandable

I actually write this way in my texts sometimes and it fucks with people big time

This is what I get for spelling words the way they sound when I say them

These get even better when you realise I’m from Arizona (USA) so these come out of my mouth sounding something between a southern accent and a California accent.

you have to share an apartment with the 4th character in your camera roll for 3-4 years.

Did I start another WIP instead of finishing the zillion other ones? Yes, yes I did.

I am having fun? Indubitably

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Eleven: An Evening To Forget

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: talking with mouth full (does it need to be a warning? Maybe not, but it bothers me 🤢)

word count: 1,681

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As Y/N entered Miles’ quarters she was greeted by the smell of something quite burnt, but not hot.

“I made spaghetti for dinner and a cake for dessert,” Miles said, standing a bit straighter and beaming, Y/N just smiled politely and tried not to say anything about whatever had scorched.

“Sounds delightful,” Y/N complimented as she took a seat at the dining table. She looked around the place to find it all rather sort of cluttered and in disarray.

I’m sure Leonard knows how to cook, though I’m not sure why I think that, Y/N found herself zoning out until a plate of… interesting looking spaghetti was set in front of her.

“Oh thank you,” She lilted as she sat up straighter to take a good look at the plate. It doesn’t look… terrible, Y/N tried to reason herself into taking her first bite. She swirled some of the spaghetti onto her fork, steeling her nerves, Y/N got it over with and took her first bite.

“Mmm,” Y/N smiled widely, overcompensating for the feeling of bile rising in the back of her throat at the strange aftertaste.

“You like?” Miles asked with a proud smile as he ate his own. Does he think this is what spaghetti is supposed to taste like?!?, Y/N couldn’t help but think in a small state of shock.

“Oh, yeah, this is great,” She falsely assured Miles.

“Then do you wanna take the leftovers, these are honestly sometimes even better the next day,” Miles offered as he shovelled more food into his mouth.

“Oh no, I couldn’t that would be too kind,” Y/N tried desperately to worm her way out of wasting so much food without sounding impolite.

“No, I insist, it’s the least I could do,” Miles pushed, “It’s really fine, I can make more for myself anytime,” he tried to reassure her.

“Well, if you insist,” She smiled kindly at him and tried not to picture herself throwing away such a large amount of leftovers.

“Good, I’m glad,” Miles said as he finished off the last of his own plate, meanwhile Y/N was still looking at most of her’s.

She quickly did her best to down the rest. Y/N smiled brightly at Miles as she swallowed the last bites of her food.

“Did you want more?” He asked as he served himself out another helping.

“Oh no, I couldn’t eat another bite.” Y/N said as she put a hand over her chest.

“Then I guess you’ll have to take your cake along with you too,” Miles said as he looked back into the kitchen at the cake he had evidently made.

It now occurred to Y/N that they just ate all of dinner together and still hadn’t said anything actually meaningful to each other.

“So,” Y/N began, “Do you like working in the medbay?” She asked, trying to stir up some kind of interesting conversation.

“Oh, yeah, it’s really nice to help people, even if it’s really just my job to remind people of their regular check ups,” Miles answered her through a mouthful of food.

Oh, good, see-food, Y/N thought as she smiled as nicely as possible while trying to un-pinch her brows.

“What about you, what do you do?” Miles asked with a hand over his mouth as he tried not to choke on his food.

“I uh, I work in botany,” Y/N answered quite simply as she tried to look anywhere but at the man across the table who seemed to rather enjoy displaying his food as he ate it.

“Do you enjoy doing that?” Miles asked without any food in his mouth this time.

“It’s very quiet, I like the plants. Although it’s really a shame because I’ve never really been able to keep plants alive for very long,” Y/N smiled softly to herself. I wonder if Len can keep plants, probably not, but maybe, she found herself inexplicably thinking, she shook the thought away and looked back to Miles.

Leonard sat in his little corner of the couch very nearly dozing off as he attempted to continue reading.

“Maybe it’s best if I give up on this for now,” He said to himself and put the book down on the coffee table before he could ruin the pages by sleeping on them.

He looked up to check the time, it was only 9:00. Leonard got up and stretched out while looking up at the clock still. He really had thought about going to bed, but for some reason found himself pacing around before going back to the book instead.

It wasn’t too long before the door slid open and revealed Y/N, looking exhausted and holding a large container. Leonard opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N put a finger to her lips before letting the door close behind her.

Once the door closed all the way Y/N looked at him and nodded. Leonard looked over at the clock, “It’s not even ten o’clock yet, what kind of a date was that?” Leonard asked with a raised eyebrow.

By nine o’clock they had run out of, quite honestly, meaningless things to say to each other and by 9:30 they were standing in front of Y/N’s door again.

“I had a really nice time this evening,” Miles said as he looked down at Y/N with that certain glimmer in his eyes, one Y/N was all too familiar with, one that friends had described to her time and time again.

He’s kidding, right?, she couldn’t but think as Miles leaned in, this evening had not been Y/N’s version of ideal.

“I had a nice time too,” Y/N smiled lightly.

“Good,” Miles said as he finally leaned down all the way to kiss her.

His lips met hers, Y/N couldn’t help but feel disappointed, it wasn’t by any means a bad kiss, it just most certainly wasn’t the kiss. It wasn’t the one in movies with the sparks and the fireworks and the music coming to a swell. This was just dull contact, Y/N pulled away and licked her lips.

“I’ll call you tomorrow or something,” Miles offered with a smile as he continued gazing down at her in a haze.

“Okay,” Y/N said, almost certain that she did not intend to answer that call.

“Well, umm, goodnight,” Y/N said as she turned away to enter her quarters.

Leonard was sitting on the couch with the same book he had when she left. He opened his mouth to speak, but she motioned for him not to say anything yet. Once the door slid closed she nodded to Leonard and made her way into the kitchen.

“It’s not even ten o’clock yet, what kind of a date was that?” Leonard asked as he stood to see what exactly Y/N was carrying. “And what have you got there anyhow?” He asked, eying the tupperware.

“A bad one and you don’t want any,” Y/N said, her usual charming glee had seeped out of her person at this hour it had seemed.

She turned away and opened up the garbage can, tossing the whole box in without a second thought.

“That bad huh?” Leonard asked as he watched the lid on the garbage bin close again.

“That bad and worse,” She said as she plopped down on the couch. Leonard came to sit down next to her, taking her legs into his lap.

Y/N looked to him briefly with a blush painting her cheeks as warmth filled her body. She felt giddy, this was what she thought she was meant to feel when Miles kissed her and all Leonard had done was touch her legs.

“You wanna talk about it or would you rather not relive the evening?” Leonard asked lightly as he began taking off Y/N’s shoes and gently pressing his fingers into her ankles.

“Sums up to bad cook and see-food,” she pointed at her mouth as she said the latter, opting to avoid talking about the kiss, “And he quite honestly wasn’t all that interesting, nice just maybe not my type if I even have one,” Y/N explained, she could feel herself flush with embarrassment when she realised that she had said too much.

“Well, that just means you’ll have to try again,” Leonard said as he looked over to her to see that she was paying attention.

“I guess you’re right,” Y/N agreed, looking down at the floor, “but for now I’d like to sleep,” she whispered as she looked up at Leonard.

“Sounds good to me,” he said and gently patted her leg, indicating that she should move them now.

She quickly pulled her legs away and went to put on her pyjamas. When Y/N came out of the bathroom Leonard had already settled into his side of the bed. Y/N stood silently in the doorway for a moment.

Leonard saw her out of the corner of his eyes, he turned his head to look at her fully, “If you changed your mind I can always go sleep on the couch,” he said as he began peeling the cover back.

“Oh no, that’s fine,” Y/N said and got into her side of the bed.

As Y/N tried to settle herself on the very edge of the bed, Leonard studied her motions for a bit before he spoke up, “Ya know you’re allowed to take up space in your own bed,” he said and took a leap. 

Reaching for Y/N’s wrist, he pulled her closer to the middle of the bed. “Oh,” Y/N started, “You’re very warm,” she commented, she could feel the heat radiating from his body even once he retracted his hand.

“Eh, I run a little on the warm side,” He said, rolling to face away and turn out the light. “Night,” Leonard said from within the darkness.

“Goodnight,” Y/N replied before she got comfortable again.

I don’t know anymore!! I’m writing it and I’m like “do they kiss yet?!?” Wrote this and went “Nooooo!”

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Twelve: Orange Peels

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: Nightmares

word count: 1,161

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It wasn’t very long before Y/N was being woken up again, except the time on the nightstand read 1:30.

Leonard still had one hand on her shoulder as her heart raced. Y/N looked up at him as she sat up. “What, what is it?” She asked, still a bit fogged with sleep.

“Were you dreaming about soccer or something, you kept kicking. Are you alright?” Leonard asked, a certain soft concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” Y/N muttered as vague memories of her nightmare flashed in her mind. She sat up and ran her hands over her face, “Just a bad dream,” Y/N added from behind her fingers.

Leonard looked at her for a moment as he tried to decide what to do in this situation, he wasn’t exactly well versed in bad dream comfort. He finally settled on just asking, “Is there anything I can do to help?” Leonard asked, giving Y/N’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze.

Y/N looked at his silhouette through the dim light of the nightstand clock as she considered whether she could really ask this of him. She knew what would help, it had always helped and it only seemed natural to her, but what if it made things weird between them.

Y/N found herself overthinking everything about Leonard’s offer to help and ultimately worked herself into more anxiety, which her body hid poorly as she began to shake.

“Hey there,” Leonard whispered as he pulled Y/N’s hands away from her face, “It’s alright, there’s no need to work yourself into a twist,” he tried to comfort her, still holding her hands in his.

As she continued shaking, tears began to stream down her face as her breathing started to come only in short shallow breaths of air. “Oh come now, none of that, it’s too early,” Leonard tried to lighten Y/N’s mood as he glanced at the time. He looked at her for a long moment more, sighing he said, “If you don’t tell me anything I can’t help you,”

Y/N paused for a moment, actively attempting to calm her mind and body long enough to speak. “C-could you just, just hold me for a while?” she asked, steeling her nerves as she prepared for Leonard to tell her that she was being ridiculous.

“Yeah, of course, c’mere,” he pulled her close to his side before turning them both on their side as he snaked his arms around her waist, holding Y/N close to his chest.

“How’s that?” Leonard muttered into her hair, trying not to move too much or to do anything that might make her uncomfortable. This was already unexplored territory for them, the last thing Leonard needed to do was make the living arrangements uncomfortable.

“Thank you,” Y/N muttered through a yawn.

“That’s alright, Darlin’ just get some sleep,” Leonard told her as his own eyes began feeling heavy again.

As Leonard’s first alarm went off that morning he jerked awake, only to find he couldn’t go anywhere quite yet. At first he was most certainly confused, but then the memories from much earlier this morning flooded into his mind.

“I’m gonna need you to move just a bit,” he said, hoping Y/N would hear him as he slowly began working his arms from around her.

“Mmm,” Y/N groaned as she lifted herself just enough for Leonard to pull his arm out from under her.

“Thanks,” Leonard said, quite possibly to a girl who wasn’t at all listening, as he swung his legs out of bed to get ready for the day. He yawned, stretched, got dressed and did his usual morning things, but this morning he was struck with the idea to do something else too.

As Leonard thought back to lunch yesterday he remembered something Y/N had said, “I love oranges, but I can’t peel one for myself”, yeah it was something like that, that she said. This was the thought process that sparked him into running down to the mess hall and snagging an orange to bring back.

Leonard didn’t exactly have time to spare at the moment, but he still took the time to stand in the kitchen peeling an orange for Y/N to have when she got up. Leonard left the peeled orange on the counter and tossed the peel in the trash bin before he saw the time and dashed for the door.

I hope that’s not too strange a thing to do Leonard thought as he waited for the turbo lift to open.

When Y/N’s alarm went off she was vividly aware of a citrus smell coming from somewhere in the quarters. She thought that she must have been imagining it as she rolled out of bed.

Y/N yawned and muttered something that was incomprehensible even to her own mind as she headed for the shower.

After washing up and dressing herself, she went to the kitchen for tea, only to stop in front of the counter. There sat on the counter a peeled orange already pulled into pieces. Y/N smiled widely at the sight, quickly forgetting about her tea.

As Y/N reached for the orange she couldn't help the spark of pure, unadulterated joy that filled her. He really didn’t have to do that, I don’t even know what I could do to return the favour, she thought as she bit into her first slice and a smile overtook her features.

This morning Y/N didn’t even bother to go down to breakfast, she walked to the turbo lift with her remaining orange slices in hand and went to the green houses. She mindlessly put another orange to her lips, holding it there for a second as she considered what she had to do for the day.

If nobody else collected my soil samples yesterday then I’ll have to finish doing that, otherwise I’ll just have to check the duty roster, Y/N continued eating her orange slice as the turbo lift door opened to reveal the botany deck. She stepped out, still chewing and made a beeline to see the duty roster.

As Y/N walked her steps echoed through the halls, it never ceased to amaze her how quiet it was this early. Not that she could say she was terribly surprised seeing as she wasn’t typically here this early either.

Y/N stood in front of the duty roster for a moment, searching for her name. Running her finger down the list, she found that her soil samples had not, in fact, been collected. Not that she minded, this was one of the parts of her job she liked better. During this process it was normally fairly quiet and she could just pop on her headphones once more.

Eating another orange slice, she made her way to her own little botany station, where she intended to be until lunch.

I really liked this one, particularly because I also, cannot peel an orange