#corn fed queue

Me: “wow this story is flowing so well it’s like it’s coming out of my soul the words are coming so easily” **writes 2,000 words in an hour**

OR:

Intro: So this one was inspired by my recent descent into illness that I am convinced was bronchitis (I am mostly recovered by now) and the fact that my house is so freezing that I have this deep need to be cuddled by Spock.  So that is literally what this is.  I thought it was quite sweet.  I hope you enjoy.  :3

((Also Soft Sleepy Spock™ is my new favourite thing))

Pairing: Spock x reader

Word Count: 697

-Enjoy!-

You left your shift early on Dr. McCoy's orders.  He said something along the lines of 'these patients are already sick enough they don't need you sneezing all over them', handed you a bottle of tylenol and a bottle of orange juice and sent you to your quarters.

Truth was, you felt pretty crappy and were glad to be sent home.  You thought at first it was allergies, or just a reaction to the dry air that cycled through the ship, but as the day progressed, you felt worse and worse, your stuffy nose nearly unbearable and your throat feeling sore and swollen.  

Dropping your bag just inside the door, you felt your eyes water and nose sting, just before letting out a big sneeze.  

"Ugh." You groaned and reached for a tissue that you had in your pocket. 

When your eyes cleared and you had blown your nose, you turned to your room, your heart leaping at the sight of a familiar set of dark hair and pointy ears sticking out over the arm of the couch.   Spock. 

You popped a tylenol and took a swig of the orange juice as you rounded the couch to see Spock laid out, one leg along the couch, one dangling off, his head tipped back, resting on the arm of the couch.  You smiled fondly at him, so very uncharacteristically splayed out, relaxed, and you imagined how warm it would be to curl up against him, and you shivered involuntarily.  

All at one the urge to sneeze overtook you, and you tried to stop it, but it escaped you, and the sleeping Vulcan's head quickly snapped up.  

"Y/N?" He mumbled and sat up, his eyes blinking sleepily, his hair tousled adorably.  

"Hi, Spock." You croaked, dabbing at your eyes and nose with your tissue again.  

"You are meant to still be on shift, are you alright?" His voice was soft and gravely from sleep, and he rubbed at his eyes and covered a yawn, both actions you found to be very endearing.  

"I think I'm getting sick.  Dr. McCoy sent me home." You shivered again and suddenly felt exhaustion hit you, "I'm sorry I woke you up, Spock."

"It's quite alright.  You look cold." He peered up at you through slightly furrowed brows. 

"A little.  But 'm fine.  Jus' gonna go to bed." You mumbled, swaying on your feet. 

"Come to me, little one." Spock's long fingers gently brushed against the skin of your forearm, his fingertips so warm that you leaned into the touch. 

"I don't wanna get you sick." You coughed, but your body betrayed you and you let Spock draw you to him. 

"Ashayam, you know Vulcan's have a different immune system than humans, I will not fall ill." 

"Mmmm 'kay." You hummed and nearly fell into the couch, but Spock caught you, gathering you up into his arms, the temperature difference making you groan and snuggle into him.

His body was like a heater under yours, and you quickly tangled your legs together, nestling your head into his neck and tucking your frigid fingers in between your bodies.  His arm was draped across your back, his other hand finding your hair and carding through it softly.  

"Your skin is above it's normal temperature." Spock noted, his chin tilting down suddenly and you felt his lips press quickly to your forehead. 

"Did you just check my temperature?" You mumbled into his chest, a smile perking at your lips as you curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. 

"My mother used to do that when I fell ill, I thought it was customary to check for an elevated temperature through skin to skin contact." Spock's chest rumbled as he spoke, and your eyes flitted closed. 

"Mhmmm." You affirmed, "and 'twas very sweet, thank you, ashaya..." Your mind drifted now, and you let out another shiver despite Spock's body heat. 

Spock shifted below you and soon the heaviness of a blanket fell along your back and with a few more shuffles you were bundled up and toasty, feeling very content. 

"Thank you, Spock." You muttered, and felt his lips press against the top of your head. 

"Anything for you, little one."

Intro: Another motivation-y ficlet for you!  I was feeling really sicky today and realized I needed a sweet Scotty hug!  

I AM 100% CONVINCED THAT SCOTTY IS THE BEST HUGGER OF ALL TIME IF YOU DISAGREE I WILL ACTUALLY FIGHT YOU

Just another pick-me-up fic.  <3

Word Count: 657

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible so I don’t have Scotty saying “lass” or “lad” which was actually really difficult lol)

-Enjoy!-

Somehow, despite your shaking hands and watery eyes, you made it to the engineering room.  

Ducking under low beams and curving around big metal boilers, you followed the sound of upbeat music that drifted out of a radio, which you knew was Scotty's.  Finally you saw the familiar red shirt and wispy red-brown hair and you nearly broke down right there.  You managed to get your feet to carry you forward and Scotty lifted his head when he saw you, a big smile on his face. 

"Y/N?  What're you doin' here?" The familiar lilt of his accent made you lip quiver and you crossed your shaking arms over your chest. 

"Well, I..." You sniffed, your voice lost in the loud music, the air getting caught in your lungs. 

"Are you alright?" His voice, a lot softer now and you managed to meet his whiskey brown eyes, brows furrowed with concern as he tapped his PADD and shut the music off.  

You shook your head and felt your face drop as a sob escaped you and dropped your chin to your chest, feeling the hot tears slide down your cheeks and drip to the floor. 

"Oh, hey, what's the matter?" Scotty neared you and you felt his hesitation, his cautiousness, and you knew him, he was just trying to figure out what to do so he wouldn't make the situation worse.  

Gasping sobs escaped you and you knew exactly what you needed right now, the one thing you had thought about this entire, very long, very demanding day, so you reached out to his chest, leaning into him.  A soft 'oh' escaped him as you nuzzled your face into his shirt, pressing into his collarbone, and very quickly his arms came around you, understanding that you wanted a hug, and pulling you tightly to him.   One hand held you firmly around your waist, the other sliding up and cradling your head, holding your face to his chest.  

"Okay, love." He soothed between your sobs, and you trembled despite the snug embrace. 

Scotty rocked slightly and tightened his grip, whispering a chorus of, "Shhh.." and "I'm here, Y/N." and "It's alright." into your hair.  

You loved Scotty's hugs, lived for them, and he gave them freely, excessively, once you had gotten to know him well.  And today had been so exhausting and taken such an emotional toll that you realized you needed something else to hold you together for a while, and this did the trick perfectly.  

He thumbed at the skin of your neck, right below your ear, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, a kiss you found yourself leaning in to as you took a few cycling breaths to begin to calm yourself down.  

Scotty held you for what seemed like hours, just standing there, whispering sweet nothings and stroking his calloused thumb across your skin until you were finally able to gain your breath again.  You pushed away gently, eventually, but Scotty's arms didn't fall away, just settled on your upper arms as he studied your probably red face and puffy eyes.  You smoothed out the  wrinkles you had left on his shirt and met his gaze, giving him a weak smile.  

"Do you want to see what I've been working on?" Scotty whispered, a smirk playing at his lips and he gave your arms a quick squeeze. 

His excitement brought a real smile to your lips and you nodded.  He lead you over to his workstation, sitting you down on a stool, not letting his hands leave you until he was sure you weren't going to topple off.  

Then he stepped back and gave you the biggest smile, jumping right in to explaining this new exciting thing he was manufacturing.  And though you had no idea what any of it meant, you loved Scotty's endless rambling, his electric excitement actually soothing you, and you felt yourself relax for the first time that day.  

-Thanks for reading!  I hope you liked it!-

The eulogy of kaitymccoy123. 

- very good in our field. 

- all people come to us for help when they need it. 

- especially when it has to do with our field. 

- we give bomb-ass advice.

- we are very soft and kind. 

- but will tear you apart when something we love is challenged. 

- we have very good self-esteem and know who we are and what we want. 

- but sometimes can get lost in ourselves.

- sometimes sneaky.

- trusts easily. 

- but if you break that trust you have little to no chance of rebuilding it. 

- because we are too smart and stubborn to give second chances. 

- most of the time.

- because the times we’ve given second chances have backfired on us. 

- we have a hard time saying no.

- sometimes forgotten about, but we don’t mind that much. 

- because we are always there when you need us. 

- and you will need us, eventually. 

- we are fine being on our own. 

- we are a complete person without anyone else. 

- but we enjoy having close friends who we would consider family.

- love is scary to us. 

- because of the whole trust thing. 

- but once we love you there is no going back. 

- because we love with our whole heart, or none of it. 

- but it takes us a while to get there. 

((I am queuing up a bunch of posts for the next couple days so I can still participate but I am still hiding away from tumblr))

Tagged by: @jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets

Nickname: Kaity (I was called Lawrence for a while in Grade 8 - long story)

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Height: 5′7ish

Last thing you googled: probably symptoms of bronchitis (because I’m pretty sure that’s what I have)

Favourite Music Artist: I really like Imagine Dragons and Michael Buble (as well as Lin-Manuel Miranda but if you saw my last post I used him as an answer too much)

Song stuck in my head: Dear Theodosia from Hamilton

Last move you watched: Divergent

What are you wearing right now: pyjamas as I am tucked up in bed.  Pink checkered shorts and a maroon shirt. 

Why did you choose your URL: well I originally didn’t plan to use tumblr for more than just a place to post my stories, so I had it with my last name in there, but I quickly changed it because I wanted it to have something to do with Star Trek so I changed it to McCoy instead of my last name. 

Do you have any other blogs: nope.  Just the one.  

What did your last relationship teach you: to go with my gut when I feel something is not going to work out so I don’t prolong the inevitable. 

Religious or spiritual: used to be.  trying to figure that all out right now. 

Favourite colour: yellow - my room colours are yellow and grey. 

Average hours of sleep: usually anywhere from 7-10 depending on when I have to wake up. 

Lucky number: 7

Favourite characters: Bones, Kirk, Spock, Dr. Owen Hunt, Dr. Temperance Brennan, Hawkeye, probs lots more but I am tireeedd

How many blankets do you sleep with? Three in the winter and for as long as I can into the summer.  But the funny thing is is that I ALWAYS have to sleep with at least three pillows (one under my head, and one on either side of me) or I won’t sleep well. 

Dream job: pediatric nurse, NICU nurse, anything like that. 

Rules

1. Always post these rules

2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you

3. Write 11 questions of your own

4. Tag 11 people

Tagged by @mccoymostly

WARNING YOU RIGHT NOW THAT THIS IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE FILLED WITH LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA PRAISE SO BE PREPARED.

1. What’s your absolute favorite scene from any film?

I have honestly thought about this question all day.  I have a very, very hard time picking favourites, for ANYTHING, especially books and movies.

One scene I loved was from The Fault In Our Stars and I thought it was really well done.  It is the scene where you know Augustus is going to die **spoilers** and Hazel is sleeping, but then the phone rings.  And you know.  You just know what the phone call means and I swear my heart broke with her as she just turned inwards on herself and started to sob.  Beautifully done.    

2. What’s the most terrible book you’ve ever read?

There have been a few, but I am actually going to switch the question to the most terrible MOVIE you ever seen.  I may rant for a minute.  

I hate stupid movies.  And I know that sounds really obvious to say but like I hate stupid humour movies where it is just dirty jokes and stupid boys the whole time, for example, 21 Jump Street, or Step Brothers, or things like that.  My entire family and all my friends know I hate those movies and if I walk in while they are watching one they will flat out tell me it is one of those kinda movies and I will shrug and walk out.  I hate them.  

But my all time least favourite movie was Napolean Dynamite.  Please nobody shoot me but me and my brother couldn’t make it halfway through that movie because it was so dumb.  I hate stupid humour.  :)

3. Star Trek NoTP, and why?

I had a hard time warming up to Spones for a while, and still am pretty iffy about it because I just don’t think they would work that well together.  They are both stubborn beyond belief, so it would take a hell of a long time for either of them to even admit that they liked each other, at all, and there would be a lot of arguements.  

4. The four most badass humans to ever walk the earth? If you’re feeling it, I’d love to hear your justification. ;)

KAITY IS DEFINITELY NOT A HISTORY BUFF SO THESE ARE PROBS GOING TO BE ALIVE PEOPLE.

((I have also just filled these out and realize I should probably change the question to ‘The four most influential nerds to ever walk the earth’ because that’s where my mind went.  Kaity does not dig deep.  Kaity does not know a lot of famous people, especially famous historic people.  So these are basically nerdy celebrities.))

1.  Lin-manuel Miranda: Of freakin course.  He is ridiculously talented, the cutest cutie pie ever, and humble on top of that.  He works to inspire creators, young and old, and I look up to him in every way.  

2.  John Green: Once again, nerdy with a purpose, my kinda people I guess.

3. Misha Collins: though I am not an avid SPN watcher (though I have seen up to season 9) I have seen posts about Misha Collins and all the stuff he does and all the charities he runs and things and I think that’s awesome.

4. John Barrowman: once again not an avid Doctor Who watcher (though I have seen up to the eleventh doctor) I think John Barrowman is another nerdy with a purpose type, someone to change people’s views on the world.