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The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 3: Appointments To Keep

💙eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: tiniest bit of language, drinking(Bones pours himself one drink)

word count: 842

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Y/N and Uhura stuffed away their food as quickly as they could manage without choking on it, which Y/N did anyway, but was back in action after a few pats on the back from Uhura. They were practically buzzing with anticipation as they put their trays on the rack next to the replicators. “Come on!” Uhura urged, “I need to smell this cotton candy flower!” she shouted as they ran off the mess deck and down to the botanical labs. As they came up on the fluorescent lights of botanical lab 3, Y/N unlocked the door and ushered Uhura in. “Shh!” Y/N giggled, “We have to be quiet, you’re not meant to be here because I haven’t finished all my tests,” Y/N warned lightly through a slowly dying fit of giggles. “What’s it do so far?” Uhura asked in wonder as she reached out to touch it,

“I wouldn’t touch it unless you’re prepared to be really happy” Y/N said as she batted Uhura’s hand away. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Well so far it’s pretty harmless, aside from the fact that when you touch it, it opens up its blooms and spurts a puff of pollen. I don’t quite understand the chemical breakdown yet, but when you inhale the pollen you get a bit of a dopamine high” Y/N said as she turned a bright shade of pink. “How’d you figure that out?” Uhura asked with a raised brow and a smirk. “I touched when I was studying its petals, I spent the rest of my shift giggling to myself with the lights set on blue” Y/N admitted. A knock came at the door, Y/N jumped at the noise, “Quick, hide behind the aquaponics shelves” Y/N pointed at the shelves and pushed Uhura that way. Y/N opened the door, “Oh, hello mister Spock” she greeted quietly, “I wasn’t expecting you, what brings you around?” Y/N wondered to him. “I’m here to inform you of the new rooming arrangements,” Spock stated, “Uhm, new rooming?” Y/N asked nervously as she twisted the cuff of her uniform shirt. “Yes,” he started as he flipped through his padd briefly, “You will be roomed with Dr. McCoy. I understand that it is not customary to room a male and female, but unfortunately Dr. McCoy and yourself were the last two picked, so there really isn’t the room to switch your roomings,” Spock informed, paused for a short while to look down at Y/N. “Okay,” Y/N accepted meekly, “You have until the end of the week to notify myself or Captain Kirk, of who’s room you’ll be consolidating into,” Spock nodded curtly before turning on his heel. “Also, Ms. Y/L/N, please send lieutenant Uhura up to the bridge,” Spock noted as he turned back momentarily to glance at the aquaponics shelves. “Uhura, I think you’ve been caught,” Y/N giggled softly as Spock opened the door again and walked away. “Well it was nice to see this thing anyway,” Uhura said sadly as she followed Spock out the door. I don’t think I’ve met Dr. McCoy, Y/N thought as she went to mist the new flower.

Where the hell is that green blooded pocket calculator?!? He’s late, what happened to all that punctuality nonsense from the other day!?, Leonard was waiting, rather impatiently, at his desk for the aforementioned Vulcan to show up for his physical. “About time!” He hollered as Spock finally walked into the medbay. “I apologise for being late, I had one more errand to attend to, there was just one more person who needed to be informed of the new rooming arrangements,” Spock explained himself. These words were to Leonard’s utter horror, as he realised this meant Y/N had been told before he could get to her. Not that Jim’s gotten back to me on where to find her, he began leading Spock into an exam room. “Where are Y/N’s quarters right now?” Leonard asked as he finished Spock’s exam. “I believe that at the moment her quarters are only three doors to the left of your own,” Spock informed with a raised eyebrow. “What?” Leonard asked, “We’re about to live in the same quarters, this is the least personal thing I’ll learn about her,” Leonard defended. “I’m sure that’s true,” Spock agreed as he left the medbay. This is gonna be awkward, he entered his office and slid into his chair before pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He downed his glass and headed back to his quarters. He began to put his things neatly into boxes, he already knew that anyone on board had to have more things than he did, so it just made sense that if all he had was paperwork and clothes, he should bring his things to Y/N’s quarters and not the other way around. Leonard looked around his quarters to see it tidier than it had probably been since he first moved in. Wow, it doesn’t even look that different, he looked around seeing for the first time that it had always been fairly empty.

I feel like I’m on a roll here. I didn’t even think I had it in me to write a multi part fic. Anyway, hope you like ❤️

~I used Pixlr to generate an image of what the cotton candy flower might look like~

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 4: PJ’s

💙eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

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word count: 1,420

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Leonard had looked back at his quarters and the three neatly packed boxes in the corner near the door. It probably said something about him that all he had to pack up were two boxes of paperwork and a box of clothes, but he tried not to mind it as he left to go and find Y/N’s quarters. Three doors to the left Leonard thought to himself as he walked down the hall. “Don’t be weird, that’s all you gotta do” He told himself as he came to Y/N’s door. “It’s not like either of us chose this, we’ll just work it out together,” he said as he brought his hand to the pad that would set off a bell of sorts inside. Don’t be nervous, it’ll all be fine Leonard rocked back and forth on his heels. Alright so she’s not here, better luck next time he turned back the direction he came from, but just then he heard the door slide open. Leonard turned back to see two things: 1) The girl he had frightened near to death this morning, 2) She was soaking wet and wrapped up in nothing but a little periwinkle towel. Where’d she even get that? The Star Fleet only issues plain white towels, it was just as this thought crossed his mind that he recognized, with wide eyes, that he had been staring. “I’m so sorry!” Leonard apologised as Y/N looked at her feet and blushed. So much more awkward than I thought it would be. “I suppose it is your turn to be sorry” Y/N mumbled shyly, but jokingly as she continued to look down. Leonard chuckled, “Hey, listen it’s kinda awkward, but we’ve been roomed together” He told her as he now scratched his neck and looked down at his own feet. “Oh,” Y/N gasped airily, “You must be Dr. McCoy then,” She murmured, holding out her right hand for him to shake while the other clung to her towel. “I guess I must,” Leonard joked lightly as he took her hand in his. They looked at each other for a moment and then jumped apart as though electrically shocked when they realised that they were still shaking hands. “Would you like to come in? I’ll only be a moment changing, and then we can discuss who’s quarters we’ll be moving things into,” Y/N offered, “Oh there’s not much to discuss, I only have uniforms and paperwork, I figured I’d end up moving my things to your quarters, seeing as I don’t have many things,” Leonard attempted what he hoped was a charming smile, but probably came off as a tight lipped grimace. “Well you could come in and wait anyways, and then I could help you start to bring your things over, if that would be okay,” Y/N asked, eyes still glued to her feet, “I would love to come in,” Leonard replied softly, trying to match her quiet and small energy so as not to scare her too much more. “Okay,” She seemed to perk up a bit more at his acceptance of her offer. She beckoned him in, in a manner that seemed to show that they had been standing out in the hall like this for some several minutes. “Oh,” Leonard began in slight shock, I’m not sure what I expected, but somehow this wasn’t it, although it does fit her he looked around the room, “It’s very… I guess it’s very uh, angelic” Leonard stumbled over his own words in an attempt not to insult the sheepish girl in front of him. “Oh, that’s okay, we can change if you like,” Y/N scrambled to offer in a bashful tone of voice. “No, no, I like it, it’s so much more peaceful than the rest of the ship. I can see myself very relaxed here at the end of the day,” Leonard assured her. “Okay, but if you change your mind, we can still change it,” She told him, “Umm, anyway, I should go change,” Y/N seemed to have just remembered they were still only wearing a towel.

Y/N walked into the bathroom, where the tub was still full of, now tepid, water and half dissolved bubbles. She let out a crestfallen sigh as she drained the bath. Oh well, better luck next time I guess Y/N turned away from the bath and put her pyjamas on to the sound of water swirling down the drain. She watched herself in the mirror, did she really want to go back out to that man in these pyjamas? The longer Y/N looked at herself the more she wanted to crawl into the small space between the counter and the hamper and never come out. Maybe this wouldn’t be happening if you would just buy yourself normal, grownup pyjamas she looked at her reflection sternly in a silent admonishment. She couldn’t really stay in the bathroom forever, eventually Dr. McCoy would come looking for her. With one more long look at herself she tied back her hair and opened the bathroom door again. Dr. McCoy looked up from his spot on the couch, Y/N could feel her cheeks grow warm as his eyes roved over her form. After a long moment of silence he finally opened his mouth to speak, “Cute PJ’s, darlin. Wanna come help me with my things or would you rather stay here?” Dr. McCoy asked Y/N. She just nodded her head numbly, Darlin?, she thought as she continued to nod slowly. “That’s not exactly an answer to an A or B question,” Dr. McCoy remarked with a small smile. “Oh! What was the question?” Y/N asked and was about to apologise, "You wanna come with me to get my things?” He asked, stopping her before she could begin to say sorry again. “I’ll come with you,” Y/N nodded and slowly walked up to the couch. Dr. McCoy stood up and put a hand on her back to guide her out the door. Y/N stiffened at his touch and his hand fell away, she couldn’t help but berate herself for reacting in such a manner.

She walked out of the bathroom, dressed in an adorable cloud nightgown with little bows on the sleeves. Gee, I guess we’ll both be wearing nightgowns to bed he took in her whole form with the nightgown draped over her, “Cute PJ’s, darlin. Wanna come help me with my things or would you rather stay here?” Leonard offered her. She nodded at him blankly, Right, the light’s on, but whoever was home just left, “That’s not exactly an answer to an A or B question,” he told her with a soft smile. “Oh! What was the question?” Y/N asked and Leonard could tell she was about to let another apology spill from her lips. “You wanna come with me to get my things?” He rephrases the question for her and she nods once more. “I’ll come with you,” She walked up to the couch to meet him as he stood. Leonard put a hand on her back to lead her out the door and she stiffened at the touch. She must not like to be touched much, he pulled his hand away and let it fall by his side as they walked back to his quarters. Leonard punches the pin into the keypad and the door opens to reveal an empty room with just the three boxes he left by the door.

The door opened and his quarters were empty save three boxes just inside the room. “Where are the rest of them?” Y/N asked not meaning to be impolite, although she couldn’t help but feel that she came off that way. What can he really have if it all fits in three boxes?, “Nothing else, it’ll be easy, light lifting,” Dr. McCoy assured her. “You take the one marked clothes, I’ll get the other two,” Dr. McCoy ordered. Y/N picked up the box she was directed to and began to walk out the door, she heard his footsteps follow behind her shortly. It’s not that it was a very long walk to begin with, but it certainly felt a lot longer when she was just staring at a cardboard box and hoping she didn’t run into anything. Y/N put down the box and pressed the pin into the keypad before kicking the box the rest of the way in the door.

This sound is awesome, it’s what I’ve been listening to the entire time I’ve been writing this fic.

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 5: Tea And Poetry

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: didn’t proof read this one

word count: 1,965

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Dr. McCoy came in the door behind Y/N and put down his boxes as well. “Where should I put my things, darlin?” He asked looking down at his boxes. There’s that darlin again, “Well, I’m not sure what’s in the other boxes, but we can push some stuff back in the closet and you could hang your clothes up in there,” Y/N suggested, “The other two boxes are paperwork and files is all, they might as well stay in the boxes for now,” Dr. McCoy explained with a hand on his hip. Y/N went over to the closet and began to push some of her own things to the side and pulling things she didn’t wear often off the hangers and folding them up so she could switch them out for Dr. McCoy’s clothes. “Okay” Y/N called from within the closet, “There’s room now, if you wanna hand me your clothes I’ll start putting them on hangers,” She said, holding out a hand expectantly. He began to hand her clothes: shirt, shirt, shirt, shirt, shirt, shirt, shirt, all uniform shirts. Pants, pants, pants, pants, pants, pants, pants, all uniform as well. Nightgown, nightgown, nightgown, nightgown, nightgown, nightgown, nightgown, all plain white. Y/N held her hand out again for a moment before pinching her fingers together and making a grabby hand, “Is that all Dr. McCoy?” She questioned tiredly. “You can call me Leonard and yes it is,” Leonard told her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Okay, Leonard. If you wanna get into your pyjamas for bed, I’ll make some tea while you change, if you want some of course,” she offered, holding out one of his nightgowns. “That’d be great, I’ll have mine with lemon,” Leonard requested. He took the nightgown from Y/N’s hand and mosied on into the bathroom to change. Y/N half tumbled into the kitchen and filled the kettle with water and put it on to boil. Normally she would wash up her face while the water boiled, but Leonard was in the bathroom at the moment so instead Y/N picked up her own folded clothes and put them in the box that Leonard’s things had come in. “So,” Leonard came out of the bathroom in his own plain nightgown. “It just occurred to me, should we try to move my bed in here tonight, or should I take my clothes for tomorrow and go sleep in my own quarters?” He offered the two options. “Well,” Y/N seemed to be considering her next words very carefully. “I could sleep on the couch, and you could sleep in the bed. That way we wouldn’t have to do any work on it until tomorrow,” Y/N fumbled with the suggestion. “That’s a sweet offer, darlin, but I couldn’t make you sleep on the couch,” Leonard admitted. “Then we’ll both sleep on the bed,” Y/N stated innocently without thinking about what she was really saying. That was so stupid, so you have any idea what that sounds like?, Y/N internally scold herself for the comment.

“Then we’ll both sleep on the bed,” She had said it like it wasn’t a big deal, and maybe to her it wasn’t. Regardless of how she felt about sharing a bed, they both remained in silence from their respective places for a long moment. Leonard finally cut into the silence, “I dunno, do you steal bedding in your sleep?” He asked lightheartedly. “I wouldn’t know,” Y/N confessed to him with a slight shrug. “But if I do, there’s extra blankets and stuff in the bottom drawer of the dresser,” Y/N proposed as compensation for any sleep thefts she might commit. “Alright then, I call dibs on the left side,” He cheered, trying to push his own ill at ease feelings to the side for the time being. There’s no way this can end-, his thoughts were cut short by the kettle. “That’ll be tea,” Y/N perked up and stated, seemingly more out of habit than actual concern that Leonard might not know what the whistling sound meant. “What kind do you want?” She asked as she scrambled into the kitchen to take the kettle off of the heat. “What kind do you have?” He shot back in a form of noncommittal answer. Leonard could hear the shuffling of small paper packets before her answer, “Chamomile, mint, chamomile-lavender, mint-lavender, and radiantly raspberry,” Y/N rattled off the list, “Radiantly Raspberry?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “I dunno, I’m not in charge of naming them, it’s raspberry, take it or leave it,” She followed the ultimatum with a small giggle, that Leonard swears he would have missed if he blinked.

“Alright, darlin, I’ll take the chamomile,” His statement was promptly followed by a small tearing sound from the kitchen. maybe havin a roommate won’t be such a terrible thing, Leonard thought to himself as his eyes followed Y/N as she walked out of the kitchen in her cloud white nightgown with her hair out of her face, a mug of tea in each hand. “You’ll have to let it cool awhile,” Y/N warned through a cloud of steam, her usually quiet tone even softer as she handed him his requested tea. Leonard watched the steam rising from the mug and felt the heat radiate from it and seep into his hands. “Thank you,” He drawled, still looking at the steam, “It’s not a problem,” Y/N assures him as she puts down her mug and reaches for a book. Y/N flips through the pages intently before finally settling on a page, she sticks her thumb in between the pages and lets the book fall closed as she comes to sit down next to Leonard on the couch. When she lands on the couch she curls her legs under herself and nestles herself further into the couch, seemingly unaware of his gaze tracking her movements the whole time. Y/N opens up the book again and a look of complete and utter, inner peace melts her previously nervous posture and facial expression. I wonder what she could possibly be reading, Leonard does his best to discreetly catch sight of the title or even just the words on the page, but the way she’s almost protectively curled herself around the book doesn’t lend itself well to his attempts. “What are you reading?” He finally asks with a curious look. Y/N looks up at him in near shock at the question, she relaxes a little, but still hesitates before opening her mouth to speak. “Robert Frost,” She says quietly, looking back down at her book. “I think I’ve heard of him, something about two roads,” Leonard tried to relate, “Diverged into a yellow wood,” Y/N murmured, finishing the line. “What was that?” He asked, genuinely not having heard what she said. “The poem you’re thinking of,” She began, “The Road Not Taken, is what it’s called,” She only looked up at him for a flicker of a moment, “Yeah, that sounds right,” He admitted, still searching his memory for anything he might know about it, but nothing came to mind.

“Would you read it to me?” Leonard asked, “I can’t actually remember any of it,” He explained himself. She looked to him with a demure smile, “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveller, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could,” Y/N started not having looked back at her book, but keeping her eyes trained on her cup of tea. “To where it bent in the undergrowth; then took the other, just as fair and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same, and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black.” Y/N looked to him now, “Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference.” “Wow,” Leonard started, “I don’t think I could remember all that,” He said in what he meant as a compliment to her. “It’s easy,” Y/N said, still looking at Leonard. I think this might be the longest she’s actually looked at me, “You read it because you love it, at first you can only recall bits and pieces when you aren’t focused on anything else,” She interrupted his thoughts. “Then you wake up one day, distant from where you started, and you can remember all of it without thinking, you can recite it while doing other things. One day when you really know it, you can think and feel how each word feels on your tongue without even saying any of it.” She finished thoughtfully, Leonard wasn’t sure she was talking to him so much as she might have been talking to herself. “Very poetic,” Leonard commented softly, trying not to scare her out of her daze. “Oh, thank you,” She exclaimed softly, appearing to remember that she was actually talking to someone. “Just loose thoughts,” She dismissed her own outburst of poeticism as nothing. “No, it was very nice, where did you learn it?” He asked Y/N, “Nowhere really, I just sort of thought it,” She shrugged to herself. “Well, I thought it was a very- I don’t know, but it was filled with feeling, like you meant it,” Leonard seemed to be forming the thought as he spoke. “You seem surprised by that,” Y/N murmured with a light blush before taking a sip of the tea, Leonard reached for his own forgotten mug of tea, “Sincerity isn’t something there’s a lot of in the universe,” He said with his own shrug as he drank his tea.

His eyebrows furrowed at the taste, “Is it alright, I can go make you something different?” Y/N tried to reach for the mug, but Leonard pulled it back from her reach and drank the rest of it before she could get to it. “No, it’s fine really,” Leonard insisted, “Just a little heavy on the lemon,” He conceded and put the mug back on the table. “You should finish up your tea and we’ll go to bed,” Leonard suggested, moving to put his own mug back in the sink, when he came back he offered to take hers as well. “Okay,” Y/N agreed, waiting for him to come back from the kitchen and then leading him back to the bedroom. She stood shakily in the doorway as he went ahead of her, Leonard looked back at her, “Unless you’re gonna sleep standing up, you should probably come in,” he smiled comfortingly. Y/N timidly walked into the room, waiting for Leonard to take his place first. When he realised what she was waiting for he got into bed on the left side and worked his way under the covers. Y/N waited for Leonard to settle and then slowly came up to the right side of the bed and got in as well, laying as close to the edge as possible. “You can lay further in on the bed, right now if you breathe funny you’ll fall off,” Leonard assured her. Y/N nestled a few inches closer to the middle of the bed, still being sure to give him as much space as she could reasonably manage. “Sweet dreams,” Leonard said, turning off the light, “Goodnight,” Y/N returned the sentiment and rolled over onto her side. They both laid awake, vividly aware of the other laying next to them. Eventually an uneasy sleep overtook them both.

I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, but let the chaotic times roll. Or something like that

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Masterlist

eventual McCoy x fem!reader (you heard me, SLOW BURN)

Last update: 17/8/24

Current word count: 17.7k

Chapter one: Rise and Shine

Chapter two: Little Run ins

Chapter three: Appointments to Keep

Chapter four: PJ’s

Chapter five: Tea and Poetry

Chapter six: Clumsy Greetings

Chapter seven: Cold Spill

Chapter eight: Not So Secrets

Chapter nine: Miles

Chapter ten: Tea Unattended

Chapter eleven: An Evening To Forget

Chapter twelve: Orange Peels

Chapter thirteen: The Dearly Disliked

Chapter fourteen: COMING SOON

TOS headcanon reacting to finding your nest in their quarters

Ostaran!reader (I mean the implication of nesting is kinda fem, but no pronouns or real description used for reader, so take it as you will)

Jim

Losing his mind

Like OMG, You put your nest in his room?!?!

Loves it so much

can’t believe you feel comfortable enough to put one so near his bed

tries so friggin hard not to even breathe in its direction

if you invite him to snuggle in it he will die

if you let him, he’ll start collecting you more blankets and pillows and things

like you’ll come to your new nest and find a new pile of materials near by

Spock

Honoured, but a little put off by the fact that you made it right in the doorway

Still won’t move and avoids stepping in it like the plague

will ask very kindly if you might move it to a more convenient location

would even help you to move your nest if you allow it, otherwise he’ll just read his book and let you do your thing.

the internal mushy feelings are real though

like won’t let anything happen to your nest at all

if you invite him to snuggle in your nest he will await your explicit instructions so as not to mess it up

Might start brining you little pieces for your nest that you express any interest in

Bones

Okie dokie

Doesn’t mess with it, but won’t bring it up unless you do first

it if you wait too long to bring it up he’ll look at you over the edge of the bed with a raised eyebrow as you snuggle into your nest

“Did you wanna join me?” He just shakes his head, “not what I meant,”

his words do not however match the action that is instantly plopping into the nest with you

he won’t go super out of his way to bring you more material, but he does think your nest looks a little sparse so if he sees something he thinks you’ll like he’ll get it for you.

he also definitely leaves little snacks next to your nest for you.

seriously, you accumulate a whole stash

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 6: Clumsy Greetings

💙eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: minor injury, slight language

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There was an incessant pinging sound coming from the living room, Why in god’s name would anyone be here before my alarm even goes off?!?. Leonard grumbled and rolled over when a yelp came from beneath him. “Oh! I’m sorry, darlin!” He nearly fell out of bed, and took the blanket with him trying to roll back to his own side of the bed. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get the door. You should get more sleep if you can,” Y/N encouraged as she walked out of the room to see what was happening out there. That’s nice of her, I coulda gotten it though, Leonard thought as he went back to sleep, seeing as he hadn’t been particularly awake to begin with.

Y/N opened the door to be met with Captain Kirk, she stepped outside the door and let it close behind her. “Good morning Captain, what can I do for you?” She greeted, voice still laden with sleep. “Have you seen Bones?!? I called him, but no one picked up, went to his quarters and no one was there! I’ve been checking rooms between his quarters and here looking for him!” Kirk rushed to explain in a single breath. “Why do you ask?” Y/N followed, fully aware of where the Doctor was, but not willing to give him away to the captain unless it was actually necessary. “For one thing his shift started fifteen minutes ago, and for another we have an injury on the bridge,” He explained to her in a voice that told her she probably should have answered the question instead of asking her own. “Aren’t there other doctors?” Y/N asked, fiddling with the cuff of her nightgown. “Yes, but-” Kirk was cut off by the sound of Y/N’s alarm sounding from inside her quarters. “Y/N what do you want me to do about this damned thing?!?!” Leonard asked, muffled by the door. The captain smirked, “I see, you’re keeping him to yourself. Just tell him I told him it wouldn’t be so bad and that he’s late,” Kirk pressed, continuing to walk away with a devious grin plastered to his face. She wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘it wouldn’t be so bad’, but she went back into her now shared quarters anyway. She took a stop in the kitchen and put the kettle on again before she walked back to the bedroom. As she stepped into the doorway of the bedroom she stopped to see Leonard up now and toying with the alarm to get it to stop. Y/N took him in, now seeing him for the first time this morning in all his early morning radiance: hair mussed and nightgown rumpled. “I guess you’re late,” Y/N announced, now making her presence behind him known. “Shit, am I really?!” Leonard asked looking back to the clock in his hands, he looked back up to her, “How did you know that?” He asked. “That was the Captain, he came to say you were late and that he couldn’t find you,” she relayed, “Gah, dammit Jim!” Leonard exclaimed as he ran to the closet for a uniform. Y/N giggled in his wake and grabbed a uniform for herself as well, opting to change in the bedroom since Leonard was already in the bathroom. “Bye, have a good day doing whatever you do!” Leonard shouted, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. Y/N was still tying her shoes when she heard this and giggled at the thought of him running down the hall. Maybe having a roommate will be fun. She walked out of their quarters with a pair of gardening gloves half tucked into the waistband of her pants. Y/N turned down the hall just in time to see the turbo lift doors close with Leonard behind them. Y/N decided on skipping breakfast that morning, something she knew she would regret later, but wasn’t worried about at the moment. She took the stairs down to the botany lab, a time consuming route she could afford to take because she was already early. She had a lot of reports to fill out on that Cotton Candy Flower, including giving it an actual scientific name instead of continuing to call it cotton candy. When Y/N arrived in the botany department she found it empty, something that wasn’t surprising as most botany personnel tended to be at breakfast right now. She sat down at the bench with her cotton candy flowers, tapped on her padd to turn it on and hit the audio recording button. She always preferred recording her notes as she went because the gardening gloves didn’t allow her to use the touch screen.

Leonard caught a glimpse of Y/N down the hall just as the turbo lift closed, he would have caught the door for her, but it was mostly closed by the time he caught her eyes and he wasn’t about to catch his fingers in the door just to be polite. Of course you overslept, you didn’t set alarm, He felt like an idiot, Leonard would have to do his best to avoid the bridge today. He walked into his office and fell gracelessly into his chair. Just what I always wanted, more paperwork, Leonard grumbled as he sat up to take a look through all of his newly acquired papers. If I just strap everyone on this death trap to their bed, then no one can get hurt, job done, Leonard thought to himself as he rifled through to find some of the most terrifyingly ridiculous injuries he’d seen. Nurse Chapel walked into his office, “The captain’s here to see you,” She informed and walked away without leaving room for him to argue with her. Today must be my lucky day, Leonard straightened in anticipation of Jim’s entrance. “So,” Jim started as he walked in and took a seat without being asked, “Enjoy yourself in Y/N’s bed?” He asked with a devious smirk. “My doings are none of your concern, and I’ll have you know she slept so far to the other side of the bed, I’m surprised she didn’t fall off,” McCoy retorted sternly. “Alright, alright, I get it. Grumpy cause you didn’t get any,” he joked with his hands up in mock surrender, earning himself an even stronger brand of glare from Leonard. “Did you come here for something other than to harass me?” McCoy asked venomously, “Just saying hi,” Jim defended, standing up, “Well you’ve done that now,” Leonard was absolutely not in the mood, not that he usually was, but today he already seemed worse than usual. Jim walked out of McCoy’s office, requesting that the rest of the medical staff leave Leonard alone unless it was an emergency. Clearly something was eating at him and Jim would hate for unsuspecting patients and staff to be caught in the crossfire. Leonard sank further into his chair with a hand over his face before standing up and leaving his office to check in on his patients. As he walked through the medbay the whole medical staff did their best to stay as far out of his way as possible.

Y/N stood from her station to get some petri dishes for soil samples, she put on her headphones before leaving the room, a habit she had developed in order to avoid awkward conversations. With her headphones on and her music playing as loud as was reasonably possible, Y/N headed to the supply closet. Opening the door and walking in she tripped over a plant pot, she let out a squeal as she fell forward. Y/N gritted her teeth in pain as she felt that her ankle had twisted in a way that it definitely shouldn’t be able to under normal circumstances. “Sulu!” Y/N called, knowing that in his spare time he liked to hang out in the botany labs. Nothing, he wasn’t there, Guess I have to do this myself. She gripped the door frame for support as she pulled herself up, Y/N stood leaning against the door for a moment more. Breathe in, breathe out, now walk She swung on the doorframe trying to keep weight off of her ankle and began to limp towards the turbo lift as she dragged against the wall. Of all the times to get hurt, I picked a time when somehow no one’s around Y/N heaved as she got to the turbo lift, she would have to step away from the wall to get in, and she really didn’t want to. Here goes nothing she braced herself as she stepped away from the wall, pain shot through her leg, she was starting to wish she had just waited for someone to find her in the supply closet. When the door opened she slowly moved in and fell against the wall, taking a breath of relief as her ankle was relieved of pressure, “Medbay,” Y/N groaned and tried not to think about her ankle or about the looks she would get when she got off the lift. The door opened again to reveal medical personnel in a sea of blue shirts, one looked over to see Y/N pulling herself out of the lift and rushed to help. “Here,” the girl said, taking Y/N’s arm to put it over herself. “How’d it happen?” the nurse asked, “Tripped over a planting pot,” Y/N answered, trying her best not to sound too pathetic. “Botany personnel or just stealing their supplies?” The nurse joked in an attempt to distract Y/N as she sat down on a chair in the waiting area, “Don’t worry, someone will get to you in a moment,” The nurse reassured before leaving to do whatever it was she needed to do. Leonard was walking back into his office, “Oh, hi Len,” Y/N waved with a smile. “Oh, hi Y/N,” Leonard greeted without looking up from his padd as he continued. He stopped abruptly, looking back at Y/N, “What are you doing here?” McCoy asked with a raised eyebrow. “Just thought I’d sprain my ankle for funsies!” Y/N joked downtroddenly with a quick look at her ankle. “Oh for the love of god,” Leonard murmured, “Come on,” He said as he picked you up. Leonard took Y/N into his office and sat her down, he left her in the chair and searched his desk drawers for a tricorder. “Well,” He said, reading the tricorder, “At least you didn’t break it, the best we can really do is wrap it and keep you off of it,” He told Y/N with a smile that disappeared in an instant. "You can stay there if you want," Leonard offered as he sat back down in his own chair behind his desk.

Looking up to see the clock, Leonard sees the time, “you hungry?” He asks, seeing as it’s almost noon. “Starving, honestly,” Y/N replies, remembering that she had yet to eat today. “Alright, what do you want?” Leonard asked, ready to bring back whatever she requested. "Whatever you bring back, I'm not picky and it's all replicator food," Y/N answered, trying to find a way to settle her ankle. "Alright then, but don't complain if I bring back something you don't like," Leonard warned. He tended only to do what he absolutely had to, but for some reason he found himself jumping at the chance to do something for Y/N. it was just that they had to live together indefinitely, he told himself this repeatedly as he left his office and went down to the officers mess for food. Leonard couldn’t actually decide what to pick as far as food, he tended to air on the bland side, that way he couldn’t be disappointed by the fact that the replicators very rarely got flavours right, they were always just a bit off. Y/N probably favoured sweeter flavours, Leonard thought as he found himself sifting through the dessert cartridges. Leonard didn’t think he’d ever felt so much anxiety over what food to pick. Is Y/N really a sweets person or is that just a silly assumption?, as he asked himself this footsteps came up behind him.

“Oh, hey, Bones! Fancy seeing you here,” Jim greeted as he gave Leonard a clap on the back. “Could you not?” He grumbled as he continued to pretend considering what he was gonna pick for lunch. “You don’t usually eat lunch. What’s up?” Jim lightly questioned, “Well maybe if you didn’t get so many people injured on away missions, I wouldn’t be too busy to eat!” Leonard shot back without regard for anyone nearby who might be listening, or really just within earshot. He opened his mouth to continue having it out with Jim when his ears closed in on the sound of uneven and inconsistent footsteps, accompanied by a more stable set of footsteps. Leonard looked away from Kirk and focused on where the steps were coming from. Dammit, why won’t anyone listen to me, he began to fume as he saw Y/N walking up behind Jim, supported by Christine. “What are you doing?” Leonard asked, a strange combination of anger and concern boiling inside of him. Y/N Looked up to him with a pained smile as she let go of Christine to wave at him. Jim looked behind him to see who McCoy was talking to and turned back to Leonard with a raised eyebrow.

“You said you would bring back lunch, but I didn’t think I would have to wait three to five business days for you to come back with it!” Y/N smiled, some of her sass, which Leonard hadn’t seen before, peaking through. Jim looked at Leonard with a pressing glance and a smirk, he shot back a ‘not now’ glare. “I couldn’t decide what I thought you might want,” He admitted, briefly looking down at the floor and stealing Y/N’s signature move. Y/N smiled deeper and attempted to move closer, only to lose balance of her weight and fell into Leonard’s arms. He readjusted her so that she was more comfortably resting her weight off of her bad ankle and leaning into his side. “I told you I’m not picky,” Y/N reasoned in a near whine, pressing even further into Leonard’s side to punctuate her point. Leonard briefly considered the idea of wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist, in the name of keeping her stable of course. In the end he decided he had better not do it in case she didn’t like it or it made her uncomfortable. “Well you should have just told me what you wanted to eat instead, then I’d already have brought you food and you wouldn’t be here walking on your ankle,” Leonard added the last part rather sternly. “Well just grab me a Y/F/F smoothie,” Y/N said, turning around and nearly falling over trying to reach for the cartridge. Leonard quickly caught her with both arms caged around her waist, “Maybe just let me get that for you,” Leonard kindly offered as he put back the cartridges Y/N had knocked out of place and grabbed one for a Y/F/F smoothie. All the while keeping a hand firmly pressed into her side. “Alright, walk with me here,” Leonard said as he began to guide Y/N towards a table where she could sit down. He carefully lowered her onto the bench, making sure not to bother her ankle. “I’ll be right back with your smoothie, don’t move this time,” Leonard ordered as he walked back to the replicators, cartridge in hand. “Getting a little handsy over there,” Jim remarked while wiggling his eyebrows, “I can’t help that she’s too clumsy for her own good. Now get out of the way,” He said, shouldering Jim. McCoy stood in front of the replicator and waited a moment for the little door to slide up again to reveal Y/N’s smoothie. So I wasn’t entirely wrong with the sweets thing, he told himself rather proudly as he popped in the cartridge for his sandwich and waited again. Leonard walked back to the table where Y/N sat across from Christine, Sandwich and smoothie in hand. “Do you wanna try eating here or head back to medbay?” He asked, glancing at Y/N’s ankle as he placed the food on the table. She looked down at her ankle and then to the bench, “Back to the medbay?” She asked, seeming to have decided that it wasn’t worth the work to get her legs over the bench. “Whatever you like,” He said as he sat down next to you and put an arm around your waist. “Ready?” Leonard asked, Y/N gave a nod and prepared herself. “And up,” He guided her up in one swift motion. They stood still together for a moment, being sure of their balance, “Ready to try walking?” Leonard asked, looking down at her. “I think so, yeah,” Y/N replied. “Nurse Chapel,” He turned his head to look back at Christine, “Would you grab our food and follow us back to the medbay?” Leonard asked her as politely as he could manage. “Of course,” Christine answered, picking up the food and following behind them. The walk was slow, but not too uncomfortable for Leonard, although he was becoming tired of leaning so far to the side so that Y/N wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.

I hit a brick wall like halfway through writing this chapter and dead stopped writing it for three days. 💀☠️

*carefully inspects fic series I ditched forever ago* yeah okay *begins writing more of it*

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 7: Cold Spill

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: Still working with last chapter’s injury

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About halfway down the hall to the medbay is when Leonard was finally completely fed up with keeping the crooked posture required to support Y/N the way he had been. “Going up,” Leonard declared quickly before simply sweeping her up bridal style as though she didn’t weigh anything at all. Y/N squealed at the sudden action and instantly clasped her hands around his neck. “Why would you do that?” Y/N asked through giggles as she clung close to him. Though she asked the question, she certainly wasn’t complaining. “I was tired of leaning crooked and I figured you wouldn’t mind a break from trying to walk either,” Leonard commented with a small, almost secret, smile, as though it were really his pleasure. Despite his good nature about it Y/N still felt anxiety creep up on her about having bothered him. “I can walk,” She offered, but it fell upon deaf ears as Leonard was already set in what he was doing. “We’re almost there, it doesn't really matter now,” He assured. Leonard’s grip on the girl tightened ever so slightly at the thought of putting her down so soon. It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just your duty as a doctor to be sure she isn't hurt on your watch, he attempted to convince himself as Nurse Chapel put down the food and opened the door to his office. “Thank you, Nurse Chapel,” Leonard kindly dismissed her when she had finished bringing in their lunch. “Of course,” She nodded with a knowing smile as she left the office. “So,” Leonard began, hesitantly as he wasn’t actually sure what he thought he was about to say. “I agree wholeheartedly,” Y/N chuckled, in a light attempt to fill the seemingly dense silence. “You should really be more careful,” He said, as he really didn’t know what to say and that seemed, to him, a safe subject. “Well, I can’t exactly predict when people are going to just have left things on the floor,” She countered in good temperament. “I suppose that’s true,” Leonard forced a soft chuckle at the comment. Sensing that moment when he wasn’t really laughing, Y/N straightened up a bit in her seat, “We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to or if you have something better to do,” Y/N assured, trying to be sure Leonard knew her feelings wouldn’t be hurt by such a decision, though it wasn’t completely true and she didn’t know why. Sure Y/N always wanted people to like her, and when they didn’t she wanted to know why, but could usually let go of it with a fair amount of ease. But for some reason she felt the particular need to make Leonard like her, and couldn’t bear the idea that maybe he didn’t, even though he had never indicated anything of the sort. She had assured herself that it was just because she didn’t want to make the living situation weird, even as Leonard’s fingers brushed against her’s when he handed Y/N her smoothie. "Thanks," She nodded softly, keeping her eyes fixed on the drink. Y/N can feel his eyes burning into her as she brings the cup to her lips, she tries to think nothing of it. Much to her dismay, Y/N fails miserably in this task, the cool drink spilling down the front of her shirt. She gasps, "Oh my-" Y/N cuts herself off with a shiver as her teeth clench. Y/N craned her neck to see what there might be around to clean herself up with, much to her dismay she found nothing of the sort. “Here,” Leonard started as he rummaged through the middle drawer of his desk, “You could wear this,” Leonard said as he held out a blue medical uniform shirt. He tossed the shirt across the desk to her. “Erm,” Y/N trailed awkwardly as Bones stared down at his sandwich. He gave a reflexive twitch of a movement in response to the sound. “Hmm? Oh! Of course!” He realised why she sat so uncomfortably in her seat. Leonard quickly stood and walked to the door. “Just let me know when you’re ready,” He said before swinging the door shut behind him.

Took too long to get the motivation for such a short chapter, but hey, at least I’m back in action. 🤷‍♀️ Have fun kids!

TOS headcanons

Bones x Agere!reader

Now Bones ~yeah, I guess I have to take care of you 💙~ McCoy

Will go to great lengths to make sure you know he likes taking care of you because he DOES

King of “Yes you really do have to eat your vegetables”

Also really great at cartoons and sleepy cuddles

honestly probably really good at all things bedtime

definitely picks the comfiest pyjamas, unfortunately you probably vote to just steal his instead, but hey, he tried

has a book mark in a well worn collection of bedtime stories on the bedside table

boy? Girl? Both? Neither? Just exist? Doesn’t matter your quarters are probably coloured a very soft shade of blue and people simply can’t go in without becoming instantly sleepy

its like visiting the bear on the box of sleepy tea

his most common phrases consist of: “you can’t do that,”, “I told you that you’d get hurt, now come here so I can fix it,”, and “please, for the love of god, let’s have some quiet time,”

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 8: Not so secrets

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x Fem!reader💙

⚠️: insinuations of something 🌶️🌶️🌶️, but no 🌶️🌶️🌶️

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Leonard stood stiffly against the other side of the door as he waited quietly. Good god, what’s wrong with you? Of course she doesn’t want you there when she changes, he internally reprimanded himself for his inconsideration.

He didn’t have a terribly long time to dwell on the thought as the door fell open behind him and he stumbled backward a few steps. “Oh! I’m sorry!” Y/N let out and got up to help him before she could think better of it.

Regret instantly racked her body as pain shot up her leg. “No, really it’s fine,” Leonard insisted as he put a hand to her waist and pressed her back into sitting down.

“You really don’t need to hurt yourself more for my sake,” He said sort of wryly as he took his own seat again.

Once seated and collected he finally had enough time to take her in as she wore his shirt. It wasn’t terribly big on her, but it certainly didn’t fit, the most noticeable thing was the way Y/N had to roll the sleeves back to keep them out of the way.

 “Anyway,” Y/N said in a way that intimated that she had already been talking for quite some time before Leonard actually tuned back in. “Maybe we could play a game or something? '' She said, shrugging and sipping the remnants of her smoothie.

 “And what game do you suggest?” Leonard asked, raising an eyebrow.

 “I dunno, we don’t really know each other. Maybe truth or dare, or twenty questions or something,” Y/N tossed out the first ideas that came to her mind.

“Alright, then, shoot,” Leonard said, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

 “Err, okay,” Y/N tried to think of something interesting to ask him. “Oh! Okay, your first kiss?” She asked excitedly and seemed pleased with herself for thinking of it.

Leonard sat pensively for a moment before looking at her, “The girl next door brought me a juice box, we were best friends at the time,” he answered shortly as if the sentence burned him. “ We were maybe five,” Leonard explained as an afterthought.

Y/N sat thoughtfully for a short while, “ That’s very sweet,” she said, “I suppose that makes it your turn,” Y/N said, readjusting in her chair.

Leonard stared at the wall behind her for some time before looking back to her again, “How about this, what’s an odd or embarrassing little thing about you?” He asked the question carefully.

 “Oh that’s a good one,” Y/N started and put her glass down on the desk, “I would have to say the fact that I love oranges, but can’t peel one for myself is both a bit odd and a bit embarrassing,” she admitted softly, still looking down at the glass now collecting condensation around the rim.

 Now that’s cute, Leonard thought as he looked at the girl who looked as though she were adamantly avoiding his eyes. “Alright then,” He paused for a moment, “Believe it’s your turn,” he said, returning to his sandwich.

They went on this way for quite some time until there was a sudden knock on the door. Y/N nearly fell out of her seat in surprise. She held hand over her heart as Leonard did his best to refrain from laughing at her.

“Come on in,” Leonard called out to whoever was on the other side of the door. The door began to open and revealed one of the nurses peeking in.

“The captain is here to see you Dr. McCoy,” The nurse announced. The silent question as to what should be done, hung in the air after her words.

“Tell him I’m not here right now,” Leonard said without hesitation and shooed the nurse away quickly. She left without any sort of hesitation or even surprise at the order.

“What do you think he wants?” Y/N asked, looking at McCoy with large, curious, doe-like eyes. Good god, that look’ll kill me, Leonard sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“I dunno, I just hope he leaves it be, whatever it happens to be,”  he said before he looked up at her suddenly, “I never did ask I don’t think, how’d you hurt yourself?” he asked, a look of curiosity now plastered over his own face as well.

“Well, umm,” Y/N began and started to fidget with the sleeve’s end, “I just tripped over a pot in the supply closet,” She said so quietly, as though it were somehow the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her. Though this certainly wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to happen to her by a long shot, everything felt embarrassing for her at the moment for some inexplicable reason.

“Well then, I-” Leonard started, but was abruptly interrupted by the door swinging open in a way that had the hinges creaking.

“See, I knew you were lying to me!!” Kirk bellowed as he pointed an accusatory finger at McCoy. At this moment Y/N sat stiffly in silent shock.

Leonard briefly looked over at Y/N before turning his attention back to Kirk, it was really nothing more than a flicker of his eyes, but it was still enough to draw the captain’s attention to whatever Leonard was looking at.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had company?” Kirk asked, full of a certain smugness that grated on McCoy’s nerves.

“Because it wasn’t any of your business,” Leonard hissed as he gripped the arms of his chair. Y/N fidgeted nervously with the sleeves more intently, an action which drew Jim’s attention.

“I see, I wouldn’t want company for such activities either,” Kirk said with a smirk and a wink in Y/N’s direction. She turned bright red under his gaze and the insinuation of his words. Leonard on the other hand, absolutely seethed at it, he stood and slammed a hand on the desk.

“I know exactly what you’re implying and I do NOT appreciate it. Not only is that not something for you to speculate about, but nothing of the kind happened here!” Leonard exclaimed at the top of his voice. Jim was taken aback, yeah he had irritated McCoy before plenty, but he had never reacted this way before.

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The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Nine: Miles

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: we’re getting a little angsty, mentions of drinking

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“Umm, maybe,” Y/N began, sensing that the tension in the room was still building up. “Maybe I should go,” She said quietly. This broke Leonard out of his glaring at Kirk, “I mean, maybe nurse Chapel or someone could help me back,” She offered.

Leonard’s face fell as he saw the look of utter panic cross Y/N’s face. “No you don’t have to do that,” He tried to comfort her with a softening look in his eyes. Y/N shook her head shyly.

“No, really it’s alright,” she assured as she slowly began standing up and walking past Kirk and out of the office. She delicately closed the door behind herself and looked around the medbay for anyone who didn’t look busy at the moment.

Y/N caught the attention of one of the assistants, “Is there something I can do for you?” He asked gently, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Err, yes actually, if you wouldn’t mind of course,” She said, trying to be sure he really wanted to help her.

“Of course that’s what I’m here for,” He reassured her with a shining smile and a small squeeze of the hand on her shoulder.

He’s got such a nice smile, Y/N could feel herself start to smile at the thought.

“Would you mind helping me to my quarters then?” Y/N asked the assistant. He wrapped an arm around her waist and took up her weight in his arm, in lieu of actually wording a response.

“If I’m gonna hold you all the way to your quarters I should probably introduce myself,” He joked with a grin, “I’m Miles,” his smile widened as he looked to Y/N.

“Very nice to meet you Miles, I’m Y/N,” She returned the introduction with a light blush dusting her cheeks.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” Miles said as they began to walk out of the medbay.

“Gee, never heard that one before,” Y/N giggled as she leaned further into Miles’ side. Miles shook his head before looking at her again.

“Well maybe you’ve heard it so much because it’s true,” He offered, “Now you’ll still have to lead the way,” Miles said.

“Good thing I know where we’re going then,” Y/N smiled.

Y/N walked out the door and Leonard was left to glare very intensely at Jim. When the door closed Jim opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off. “No, I don’t wanna hear it, whatever it is!” he said sternly.

“Fine then,” Kirk seemed to be surrendering, but Leonard didn’t believe it for a second. “What did I interrupt then?” He asked as though he were daring Leonard to bring evidence that he was wrong.

“Lunch, we were eating lunch. Is there something wrong with that?” He seemed ready to blow up at any moment now.

“Then why was she wearing your shirt?” Jim asked, a bit of a smug grin creeping across his face as he stood triumphantly.

“Because she spilled her smoothie,” Leonard said, he was beginning to lose steam at this point. He was still angry, he just didn’t have the energy to outwardly argue this matter anymore. “What did you even want in the first place?” He asked hoping that if he could get this out of the way Kirk would leave.

“I was just coming to check in on how you were doing with the rooming situation,” He explained, trying not to further aggravate the situation.

“Awkwardly, but fine,” Leonard replied shortly without giving it any real thought. Although I wish she didn’t seem so scared of me, Leonard thought before he could stop himself.

“Alright then,” Kirk conceded, one foot turning to the side, “I’ll see you around then, I guess,” Jim said before turning to leave.

“Bye then," Leonard called after him. He sank down into his chair and pulled one of his desk drawers open to reveal whiskey and a glass tumbler. McCoy sighed to the empty room as he took the glass and bottle and put them out on his desk.

He opened the bottle and began pouring haphazardly where he would normally measure carefully, this afternoon he simply poured until the glass was very nearly full.

Y/N and Miles came up to her quarters as she was now leaning deeply into his side, tired of standing any longer. “Thank you,” Y/N said sleepily as she began working up the strength to walk in by herself.

“Hey, not to be too forward or anything,” Miles started, looking down at Y/N, “But would you want to maybe have dinner with me sometime?” he asked, squeezing her waist a little bit to punctuate the question.

Y/N paused for a moment as she thought back to lunch just minutes before with Leonard, and then remembered the yelling and the way they seemed almost as though they were fighting because of her. Maybe it would be for the best if she took Miles up on this.

She looked up at him with a sweet smile, “I think that would be very nice,” Y/N answered honestly.

“That’s great!” Miles said, “Would it be okay if I came to get you at seven tonight?” He asked Y/N, “I’ll make dinner,” He added quickly.

“Alright, that sounds great,” She smiled brightly to him again, “But for now I do have to get off my ankle and get some rest,” She told Miles as she nodded to her door.

“Right, of course. I’ll see you at seven,” Miles said as he let go of Y/N, still watching her to make sure she got in okay.

As the door opened up Y/N turned back to Miles, “I’ll see you tonight then,” She smiled as the door closed.

Y/N quickly sat herself down on the couch, now she just had to figure out what she would do for the next five hours that didn’t involve being on her feet.

Looking resignedly at the time she decided that a nap was as good as anything. “Computer, set an alarm for six o’clock this evening,” Y/N softly ordered the machine and waited for the sound of recognition.

Once she heard the computer reply she laid back on the couch and rolled over to get some sleep.

I feel pretty good about this one

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Ten: Tea unattended

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

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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

A bit thorny

💙Leonard McCoy x gn!reader💙

⚠️: mentions of small injury

word count: 562

You had gone out on a simple exploratory mission, you know basic stuff: Can you breathe here, will the inhabitants kill you, are there even any inhabitants, can you eat the plants. So far it was pretty chill, no one had been eaten alive, you went out with three redshirts and still had three redshirts, which was impressive because they seemed to have a knack for being the first ones down.

Finding that there were no inhabitants, but that there were plenty of plants, everyone, botany department and otherwise, had been assigned to collecting plant samples. With no perceived danger, the landing party had been permitted to separate into smaller groups, so of course Y/N and Leonard had gone off together.

Kirk had made his jokes about the pairing, but quickly shut up when Bones shot back that, “We all already know you’re going off with Spock, and you aren’t gonna get any real work done!”. Certainly Jim had been a bit embarrassed, but everyone else had a good laugh at the captain’s expense.

Y/N knelt down by a vine of blue flowers, “This would be very pretty to keep in your quarters,” they softly commented, looking up at Leonard for his reaction. Leonard held his tricorder up to its leaves, “I don’t think so,” He said, focusing on the tricorder reading, “It reads as poisonous,” he informed. 

“Oh!” Y/N exclaimed, hopping back from the plant and putting on gloves. “But,” Y/N started as they knelt back down to take a sample, “Your quarters could still do with a plant to liven the place up a bit,” Y/N remarked. “That’s what I have you for,” Leonard chuckled, Y/N looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Well I can’t sit there and look pretty all the time you know,” Y/N said as they closed the petri dish around the sample. Moving over a few inches, Y/N went to inspect a different plant that didn’t have flowers at all, but rather thorns.

“What about this one for your quarters?” Y/N asked, briefly tugging at one of the branches to indicate which plant she was referring to. “It’s just like you, I’m sure you’d be great roommates,” Y/N remarked as they attempted to avoid being stuck with thorns.

“Ha, ha,” Leonard replied humourlessly, lightly kicking up dirt in Y/N’s direction. They coughed a bit as they inhaled some of the dust that was now floating around, reflexively squeezing their hand around the branch they had been holding in the process.

“Crap,” Y/N bit out in shock at the sensation of the thorns puncturing the palm of their hand. Leonard kneeled by their side to have a look at Y/N’s hand.

“You’re in the botany department, I would have thought you knew not to touch these things,” He lightly scolded as he began cleaning the small puncture wound.

“Maybe,” Leonard began as he wrapped up Y/N’s hand, “It’s time to go back before you hurt yourself too much more,”

“Mmmm,” Y/N considered the idea briefly, “Is there a nap and cuddles involved in this going back  plan?” they asked, now holding their hand to their chest.

“Of course that’s involved,” Leonard promised. He pulled Y/N’s hand away from their chest and planted a delicate kiss firmly on their palm.

This sat in drafts sooo long and I finally gave it an ending 🥲

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 🤢)

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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

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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

Ha! Chapter thirteen of The Thing We Do For The Fleet is on the way!!!

The Things We Do For The Fleet

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

Chapter Thirteen: The Dearly Disliked

⚠️: are we- are we kinda being slightly harassed in this? (Someone help) not super extreme or anything.

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McCoy found himself, somehow, for the first time in a long while, not busy. He was, much to his surprise, actually bored, as he nearly slept at his desk. Quite unfortunately, just as his eyes began drooping in that inescapably heavy manner, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Leonard grumbled, quickly rubbing his eyes a bit before the door fully opened. The man in the doorway was one that he was only vaguely familiar with, more as background in the medbay than as actual person or acquaintance.

“Can I help you?” McCoy asked almost derisively as he crossed his arms and sat taller in his chair.

“Uh, yeah,” The man started, walking into the office and pulling the door carefully shut behind him. “Um, Y/N, she-” The man continued talking as he took a seat on the opposite side of the desk, but Leonard didn’t hear anything as soon as Y/N’s name came tumbling out of the fidgety little weasel’s mouth.

How does he know Y/N? Is he the bad date?, Leonard was suddenly squinting at the young man, as if scrutinising every visible aspect of him.

“Sorry,” McCoy interrupted, “What was your name again?” he asked, trying to soften his eyes just a bit.

“Oh, sorry, ehm Miles, I’m Miles,” Miles said it like his own tongue was in the way of his speech. He hurried to restate what he had been saying, “I was just wondering, cause she walked out of here yesterday, if you knew her, or maybe what she likes,” 

McCoy raised a brow at the man, wondering how Y/N had managed an entire evening without bludgeoning him with a dinner plate.

“Right, yeah, I know her,” McCoy said, not quite ready to lay all his cards on the table.

“Great!” Miles exclaimed, “So you can help,” He added, seeming grateful already. Miles gripped the arms of his chair, as he awaited McCoy’s next words.

“Hold your horses, kid. I didn’t say I would help. I said I knew her,” McCoy said, feeling inexplicably smug as he saw the boy visibly deflate with his words.

“Oh,” Miles breathed, he very nearly looked like he was still trying to process this. “Erm, why though?” Miles asked, a look of hope in his eyes, like he thought McCoy might change his mind.

“Because you’re supposed to get to know people for yourself, simple as that,” McCoy told him, seeming to think that it really was ‘simple as that’.

“Er, yeah, I guess,” Miles agreed halfheartedly, getting up to leave. “Thanks anyway,” He said as he walked out and closed the door behind him once more. Some nerve, McCoy thought to himself, thinking angrily back on the way Miles had asked such a question, as though he were entitled to that information, not that Leonard knew a lot of it anyway.

Later in the day Y/N went down to the mess deck for dinner, feeling very accomplished after having finished her job from yesterday and a few still unassigned duties for the sector and checked them off. 

In the mess deckY/N did her best to go unnoticed so she could just slip back to her quarters with her food.

Much to her misfortune, she had no such luck, “Oh, hi Y/N!” Miles called as he caught up to her.

Y/N sighed softly, considering just pretending she hadn’t heard him, ultimately she turned around and smiled. “Hi!” she greeted him, hoping to any higher being listening that he would be brief and be quick to leave her be.

“Can I eat with you?” Miles asked, that small glimmer of boyish naivety shining through his features. 

At his request she began to panic, “Er, well I was going to eat alone, I just don’t feel so well,” Y/N scrambled for an excuse, any excuse really.

“Oh well, maybe I could make you something for your illness,” He offered sweetly. At this proposition Y/N’s eyes fought not to widen too noticeably.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that, I wouldn’t want to put you out or anything,” Y/N tried to convince him not to.

“No, I’d love to,” Miles countered with a small chuckle.

“But I wouldn’t want to make you work outside of your shift,” Y/N attempted to claw herself out of this mess.

“It’s really not a-” Miles was cut off as a hand landed on Y/N’s shoulder.

She tilted her head to the before turning her head to see who it could be behind her. Though she was secretly grateful for anyone who would interrupt this interaction.

Later that evening, Leonard sat across from Spock and Kirk as they all tucked into their respective meals in relative quiet. Clearly the day had been exhausting. though boring, for all of them.

Leonard raised a brow as he caught a familiar voice cut through the chatter of the mess deck.

“I was going to eat alone, I just don’t feel so well,” He heard Y/N’s voice, sounding a bit uncomfortable. “Maybe I’ll make you-” Leonard didn’t listen for the rest, he was familiar with that voice too, and for some reason had been itching for a reason to show him up since their earlier meeting.

McCoy stood from the table, ignoring the questions from Kirk and inquiring glances of Spock. He pushed his way through the crowd until he came up just behind Y/N.

Laying a hand on her shoulder, he glared quite menacingly at Miles.

“It not a-” Miles stuttered to a halt as his eyes met Leonard’s. Y/N turned her head as far as she could to look back at him. The look in her eyes telling him that wasn’t a moment too soon, for that matter that he really could have been there sooner.

“Hiya, Honey, I was just missin’ ya, you were s’posed to be here a while ago,” Leonard said, looking kindly down to Y/N, then quickly shooting another glare to Miles, “Miles here in’ botherin’ you is ‘e?” His southern accent really kicking in with the severe disdain for the man before him, as he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled Y/N closer to him .

“Oh no, Len, I’m sorry I was just running a little late and then I ran into him, and he was just kindly offering to help, but uh,” Y/N trailed off, no longer sure what to say as her thoughts wandered down to the arm securely wrapped around her.

“Well that’s alright then,” Leonard said, trying to calm himself, refusing to look at Miles again. “Ready for dinner then?” Leonard asked, already beginning to pull you away.

“Y-yeah,” She agreed, turning in his hold and walking away with him. “Thank you,” She whispered as she leaned into him.

“Not a problem, darlin’,” He whispered back, giving her side a squeeze.

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can somebody tell me why sometimes I can write a novel in one sitting and sometimes it’s like a damn drought and a go a year where if I look at blank paper it’s like having war flashbacks

This is so fluffy, perfect way to start the morning!

Kids are Alright

Characters: Leonard McCoy x Reader Warnings: None  Synopsis: You had a great date, but he hasn’t called again 

“I’ll call you tomorrow” 

That was what he had said to you, shortly after sharing a kiss. You had gone home with happiness in your chest and the most wonderful feeling of excitement for what would come next in your relationship. 

And he hadn’t called. You’d heard no word from Bones since that night, and it was such a blow to your confidence. You had thought it had been one of the best dates of your life, the conversation was easy, the guy was wonderful and you seemed to have a great time together. 

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