#bestyeoman

Mckirk 

☠ :NOTP for my muse (answered already)

♙ :Character my muse hates

Admiral Marcus; Bones doesn’t hate very many people, because most people irritate him on some level, but Marcus is a special case. 

♗ :Child!Character my muse would adopt.

Bones already has his daughter; and I am not really familiar with children in Trek.

♠ :Character my muse would have a one night stand with.

Bones doesn’t do one night stands unless he’s pissed; but probably M’Benga if not pissed drunk

♥ :Weird ship I have for my muse.

I really like Scones, but I don’t follow enough Scotty’s nor do I meet enough people who ship it as well. 

♜ :My muse's best friend.

Kirk, Spock, Nyota, and Gaila.

☢ :Character my muse is afraid of.

There is very little Bones is truly afraid of, and people are not generally on that list; Marcus scares him because he took Jim away and Bones almost couldn’t fix Jim. 

☣ :Character my muse respects greatly.

Christopher Pike. 

☩:Crossover Ship with my muse.

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.

Being yeomans, they naturally always got the short end of the stick, but that day had seemed unnaturally long for the both of them. Sitting at a vacant table in the mess at the end of their shift, Tamura didn’t even notice that Janice was beginning to doze off— at least, not until she felt a sudden weight on her shoulder.

Send me a ¥ and I’ll tell you an AU I wish to do with you.

How about a horror movie AU? <3

Like, idk, doesn't need to be a torture one, how about one like Paranormal Activity or what, like really scary, they're both stuck in normal lifes and those happenings and yes <3

Or even one where they are camping, or something like Wrong Turn or what idk <3

You'll have to take my word for it: 15, Last Kiss

"They're rule in you favor, John. I know they will," she said, wiping a tear away from the crook of her eye. She did her utmost to keep up a smile for him, but he looked well enough like he wouldn't have been convinced by it anyway. 

"I'm sure they will," he said, and she knew without even having to look at him that these were false words. He spared her a kiss on her cheek for her trouble, and she hated him for being so polite when it was his life that was on the line. "It's just a matter of procedure, I'm sure."

For his part, Harrison was right about it being an instance of precedent. They were both of them wrong, however, in thinking that the Romulans wouldn't take offense to him being declared innocent of the defensive and somewhat accidental killing of one of their best generals. While Harrison had left the hearing with his parole untarnished, he had not managed to leave it with his heart. A Romulan assassin, disguised as a Vulcan representative, had made him hold it after making open work of him with a ceremonial blade. And even for an augment, that was not a wound that could be survived.

Send “Tap” for my character’s reaction to yours tapping on their bedroom window late at night.

Leonard was more than a little confused when he heard tapping at his bedroom window. Mainly because he lived in an apartment building, on the third floor. But also because tapping meant that someone was outside of his window. And that in itself was pretty damn strange.

Stepping closer to the window, he frowned, immediately putting on his "quiet but shouty" voice.

Name: Janice Rand Age: 30 Do you like to cuddle?: Indeed I do Can we make-out?: We may A night in or dinner out?: I think a quiet night in sounds much nicer than trying to go out on the same night everyone and their uncle is doing the same. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Definitely strawberries. They're fun to eat and even more fun to share.  What makes you a good Valentine?: You know that I know how to take care of you, that I appreciate and respect you, and your committed relationship with the Enterprise doesn't offend me as myself and the rest of the crew are  involved with her as well.  Would you cook for me?: I would. I might even let you have a juicy sirloin.  Would you let me cook for you?: I don't know if you can but feel free to prove me wrong.

[There's an awkward pause. Jim swallows, sucks self-consciously on his bottom lip. In another universe, he'd once given a whole speech to Spock about how he wasn't allowed to notice whether or not his Yeoman was attractive. That hardly changed here. A captain and a yeoman? He'd be thrown from Starfleet faster than he could say 'it was consensual.'

She is attractive. He's noticed, it's impossible not to. It's also indefinitely not worth the risk to his career.]

...Janice I'm so sorry, but I- can't.

You'll have to take my word for it: 3, Nose Kiss

"Commander," she said in surprise, looking up from her PADD as the other man entered the botany lab. Sulu had asked her to keep an eye on Beauregard while he stepped out to get lunch, and she'd thought to read up on what species they'd been cataloging on the new planets.

What she hadn't thought of, however, was that lunch for herself was probably a wise idea. But Harrison seemed to have anticipated that, in his strange ways deemed it fit to bring her some of chef's cornbread and chili con carne. He had, however, also failed to bring some for himself.

"Yeoman," he replied, setting down the tray for her and settling into the seat opposite. He breathed in deeply, and looked around at the various plants growing in the lab. "I thought you might want some of the chili before it all disappeared."

Taking up her spoon, she smiled at him. "Always did love chef's chili," she agreed. "Didn't you grab any?"

The man only shrugged. "Wasn't terribly hungry," he answered absently, standing again and wandering over to Beauregard. The bright pink plant perked at his presence, and the petaled face opened jovially for him. "Is this Beauregard?" he asked, and she smiled.

"You must have run into Sulu in the mess hall," she said. Harrison nodded, peering curiously at the responsive plant. "That's him alright. Our resident personality. He seems to like you."

Harrison was halfway through a hum when the plant stretched up, it's pink petals brushing against his nose. It sent the man reeling back almost, but he seemed to comport himself in time to not offend the plant. Standing, she walked to stand next to him, nibbling at the piece of cornbread he'd brought.

"Yes," he said with a grin. "I can see that."