The lobby of the ship hangar was nearly empty, with a few receptionists behind the desks at the far corner, and a couple chatting down one of the halls. The grey tiled floors and ceilings brought back memories as you stepped further into the large room. You could see several large doors that lead to where the ships were kept. You were excited to see the Enterprise again.
“Kaity`?”
You turned to see a familiar golden-haired figure, grinning ear to ear at you.
“It is you! You’re back!”
Suddenly you were swept up in a tight hug, your nose pressed into his shoulder, the smell of his familiar cologne sending a wave of nostalgia over you.
“Hi, Jim,” you squeaked, giving him a tight squeeze back.
He let you go, but kept you at arms length. “Last time I saw you, was at the bar where we docked for shore leave, at Chekov’s birthday party. The next day I was told you took a leave of absence and they wouldn’t tell me why. How are you? What have you been up to?”
You smiled at Jim’s quick-speaking ramble, you’d missed his talkative nature.
“I’ve been good. Better,” you started, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving. It was too hard. Too emotional. And I couldn’t deal with any extra emotions...”
“Hey,” Jim said sunnily, but with a gentle concern, “you don’t need to explain yourself. I’m just glad to see you.” He paused, his expression changing just ever so slightly. “You’re going to be back in the medbay?”
Your stomach churned nervously. “Yeah,” you responded, “I’m excited to be getting back to what I love doing. I miss it.” It was true. You did miss it.
Jim smiled, “I’m glad.” He slapped you on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Well, I’ve got to run, got a meeting. But we definitely need to catch up sometime soon, okay?”
“Of course,” you agreed with a half-smile.
You grabbed at tray and moved to stand in line for food behind a person with vibrant yellow hair and an engineering red shirt. The mess hall in the ship hangar building was much larger than the one on the ship, and much louder as everyone was returning to work.
“о Господи! ‘Karu, is zat who I think zat is?”
You spun at the familiar accent, face to face with exactly who you expected.
“It is! Kaity!”
You were once again tackled into a hug, soft curls brushing against your cheek.
“Hey, Pav, don’t smother the poor girl,” Sulu said from behind.
Chekov released you, pressing two quick kisses to both of your cheeks, making you laugh.
“Hey guys,” you smiled, stepping in to give Sulu a soft hug too.
“Are you back to vork on ze Enterprise?” Chekov asked, looking like a hopeful puppy.
When you nodded, Chekov whooped once, drawing looks from those within earshot. Sulu placed a hand on Chekov’s shoulder, but was looking directly at you.
“Glad to hear it. We’ll catch up later, I’m sure,” Sulu said cooly, with a soft, reassuring smile. He indicated that it was your turn to get food.
“Yes, absolutely,” you agreed, turning to order.
When you went to sit to eat, you saw them get their food to go and leave the mess hall together, Chekov happily talking Sulu’s ear off and you smiled at the familiarity of it all.
“Kaity?” Another accented voice made you turn your head once again.
Soft whiskey-brown eyes looked down at you from under a wrinkled brow.
“Oh! Scotty!” you half-exclaimed, smiling up at one of your closest friends.
He quickly set down his tray of finished food on the table and dropped to sit beside you, pulling you into a quick side hug.
“Ye’ve been gone a’long time, lass, I’ve missed ye,” Scotty’s grin made his eyes scrunch up at the corners.
“6 months isn’t that long...” you teased. “But I missed you too, Scotty. I already feel so welcome.”
Scotty looked at you for a moment with a curious, yet soft look in his eye. Suddenly, he seemed to snap out of it and took a glance at his watch. “Agh, well I best be getting to the engine room, but come by sometime and I’ll make ye a drink and we can watch a movie, li’ ol’ times.”
“For sure,” you nodded.
He stood, took his tray, and bobbed away.
You entered the empty, dark medbay, the soft tapping of your shoes on the floor the only sound you could hear. Though even with the calmness, your heart still pounded and your head filled with memories of this place. Good memories and bad memories.
You rounded the nurses’ station, looking for the file that you had been instructed to pick up.
“Kaity?”
You jumped at the sound of a deep voice. You spun back towards the direction of the entrance and your heart skipped a beat.
There he stood, the same dark, brooding face; the same thick, tousled hair; the same broad shoulders clothed in the same blue uniform. But something was off. Something was different.
“Leonard,” you breathed. “You scared me.”
He shifted slightly and his face caught the glow from one of the emergency lights. His eyes. His eyes looked different than you remembered them. There was a sadness to them, a hardness, and you couldn’t help but feel that it was because of you.
“You came back?” He asked, his voice cautious, as if you were a deer that he could spook.
“Yes,” you responded, resting your shaking fingertips on the counter of the nurses’ station.
Silence. It was the worst possible response he could have given you. It rang out around you and felt like a knife in your esophagus.
“I should have told you I was leaving.” The words spat out of your lips, weak and watery, as if you didn’t have any control over them. “I’m sorr-”
“I don’t need an apology,” Leonard snapped, taking two steps forward, now only a few feet in front of you, fully illuminated by the few lights on above the nurses’ station.
“But I need to give you one,” you started, taking a leap of bravery and emerging from behind the counter, your heart thrumming in your stomach as you stepped closer to him.
“No,” he said, raising a hand to stop you.
He took a breath and you could see a slight tremor in his hand as he lowered it. “I just need to know one thing.”
He paused, waiting for you to respond. You barely had enough breath to get the word out, “okay.”
His face contorted into an expression you’d never seen on him before. One of pain, anger, and sadness.
“Did you leave because of me?” he asked, his voice shaky.
“W-what?” you sputtered.
“Was I the reason you up and left?” His eyes grew sadder and his whole posture was vulnerable, like he handed you a knife and was waiting for you to stab him with it.
Your mind was racing, memories of the two years you spent on this ship flashing before your eyes.
“No,” you breathed, tears catching on your lashes. “Of course not, Leonard, why would you ever think that?”
“Because you never told me otherwise!”
“I couldn’t tell anyone! I didn’t tell anyone! It wasn’t just you. You were the first person I would have told, if I was in the right state of mind to do s-”
He cut you off by closing the few feet between you and wrapping you in a tight hug. You were absolutely shell-shocked for a moment before wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him back.
His face was buried in your neck, his arms like vices around your back. You were smushed against his chest, soaking in the warm, familiar scent of him.
Facing Leonard after you left was always what you’d feared, and this was the best possible outcome you could have imagined.
You’d been away from this ship for a long time, and the idea of returning, given the way you’d left so suddenly, always made you anxious to think about. But standing here, being embraced, made you feel okay for the first time in a long time. It made you feel safe. It made you feel happy.
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Intro: So I am slipping in from my hiatus just to give you this Valentine’s Day gift that came to me one day this week. I am still going to stay on hiatus for at least another week, because I am going on vacation, but I will be back after that! It is kinda nice being away for a little while, but I miss you guys. Have I written any more of Wherever We Are? Nope. But after today I have a little more freedom and maybe some brilliant ideas will come to me. Anyway. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY GUYS! YOU GUYS ROCK.
This idea actually came from one of my 1,300 follower prompts that was requested by @shewhorunswithfandoms! Sorry it took so long but I used your setting of: Buying Flowers for the Other and prompt: You’re and idiot. I’m an idiot. We’re the co-presidents of Club Idiot.
Pairing: Leonard McCoy x reader
Word Count: 2,112
Summary: Valentine’s fluff. That’s all.
A/N: I am such a slut for the friends-to-lover trope.
-Enjoy!-
“Happy Valentines Day, Y/N.”
Without looking, you extended your middle finger to the source of the voice, eliciting a low chuckle from him. Lifting your head, you saw the smiling face of your best friend, Hikaru, whose eyes were glinting with amusement.
“Fuck off, Su.” You quipped, dropping your hand.
His smile faded into a smirk at the nickname you knew he hated, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I came by because I thought I’d let you know that a certain doctor-that-you-won’t-admit-you’re-in-love-with is Valentine-less this Valentine’s Day.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grumbled, ducking your head, but knowing that your flaming cheeks gave you away.
“Sure you don’t.”
“Shut up. I don’t care.”
“Sure you don’t.” He tapped the desk in front of you.
You lifted your eyes and he gave you a knowing, pointed look before turning and striding back to his spot in the Bridge.
You took a shaky breath and pressed your cool fingers to your burning cheeks as you thought of the grumpy doctor.
Leonard was one of your closest friends, having met him back in the Academy in your Xenobiology class when he spilt coffee all over your notebook half-way through the year. “Fucking hell” was the first thing you ever said to him, and you’d spent the rest of the week with him, copying his notes to replace all of yours. You’d been friends ever since, ecstatic when you’d been placed on the Enterprise with him, and you had a weekly drink and movie night.
But you didn’t have a crush on him. You thought. There was one time when you’d been watching a movie next to him on the couch, and you’d been shoulder to shoulder, and he turned his head and so did you, and for a second you’d thought he was going to kiss you, and you could feel his breath on your face, and for a second you’d hope he’d kiss you and…
A ping from your PADD woke you from your memories, and you could feel your pulse pounding in your ears.
Looking down, you saw two messages that made your heart drop in your chest.
Leonard: Have to cancel drinks tonight. Busy medbay.
Leonard: Sorry.
Damn. You cursed yourself internally at how disappointed you felt.
Y/N: It’s all good. Stay sane.
‘Stay sane’ was something you always said to each other when things got crazy. It meant a million things, like ‘don’t work to hard’, and ‘I’m here if you need me’, and ‘don’t do anything stupid’.
Part of you was excited to have a night to do whatever you wanted, the other part of you had been looking forward to having something to do on Valentine’s Day. But most of you had been excited to spend time with Leonard.
But whatever.
That was all over now.
You finished your shift without any issues, and when you made it back to your room, you decided to throw together a batch of cookies for a treat.
You just happened to make the kind that were Leonard’s favourite.
And you just happened to pile them into a container and head out the door towards the medbay.
I’m just being nice to my friend who has to work late, that’s all, you thought to yourself as you rounded the big glass doors.
“Hey, Y/N.” Someone called, and you spun to see one of your friends, Amy, who was a nurse.
“Hey,” you responded, “is Dr. McCoy here?”
“Nope, his shift ended about an hour ago.” She said, tucking the PADD in her hands under her arm.
“Oh.” You chewed on your lip and self-consciously held the box of cookies tighter.
You were just about to say something else when your com pinged.
Hikaru: Botany lab. SOS.
Shit.
“Gotta go! See you later, Amy!” You called over your shoulder as you dashed back out the doors.
A million things were going through your mind. What was the SOS about? Was Hikaru alright? Why did Leonard lie to you about having to work late? Did he have a Valentine’s date he didn’t tell you about?
You were ashamed at how disappointed and stupid that made you felt.
It took you a good 5 minutes of fast walking/jogging to make it to the botany lab, and you had broken out in a light sweat by the time you got there.
You rounded the corner quickly and nearly slammed into another person.
“Oh!” You jumped back, almost dropping the box of cookies.
It was Leonard.
“Y/N!” He exclaimed, looking particularly flushed and disoriented by the sight of you.
“Hi, umm, is everything alright? Sulu sent me an SOS.” You tried to peek over Leonard’s shoulders to see into the lab, but he stood awkwardly in the way.
“He did?” Leonard asked, looking perplexed then annoyed, turning his head to the side and muttering something that sounded like ‘fucker’ under his breath.
“He just left for the Bridge.” Leonard looked back to you, his hair falling onto his forehead, and a frown pulled at the corners of his lips. He shuffled just a bit and it was the first time you noticed his hand tucked behind his back, as if he was hiding something.
“Wha-?” You started.
“Are those the cookies I like?” Leonard interrupted, squinting down at the container.
“What, these?” You stammered, tucking the box under you arm. “Well… yes. But-but they were for Hikaru.”
Leonard’s brows furrowed and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I thought Sulu was vegan. Don’t those have eggs in them?” He questioned.
You felt your eyes widen, and you tried to control your facial expression as you responded, “Y-yea…nnno…maybe…” You tucked the box further under your arm. “What’ve you got there?” You asked, pointing to his hidden hand, trying desperately to change the subject.
He looked hesitant for a moment, before withdrawing his hand and producing a magnificent bouquet of flowers. There were white roses mixed in with full-bloom peony heads in a soft pink, interwoven with white baby’s breath and contrasted with dark green ivy.
“Wow.” You breathed. Peonies were your favourite. You could smell them from here.
Leonard didn’t say anything, just held the bouquet awkwardly in front of him.
There were several beats of silence, and you felt your disappointment grow with each passing second. “You could have just told me you had a date,” you said softly, dropping your eyes to the floor, “I wouldn’t have cared.”
“No, it’s not- it’s just- I…” Leonard was stammering, more flustered than you’d ever seen him before.
“It’s fine, I get it,” you defended, turning to leave, “I should go find Hikaru.”
“Y/N, wait.” Leonard’s hand found your elbow and spun you around, not letting go. He took a breath and squeezed his eyes shut before he continued, “They’re for you.”
You blinked at him, shrugging off his hand on you and stepping back, “No, you don’t have to give them to me just because you don’t want to tell me you’re going on a date. I don’t want your pity flowers.”
To your surprise, Leonard held your gaze, and you watched as his face softened, just a little. “I’m not giving them to you out of pity, smartass,” he grunted , “they were for you the whole time. I was bringing them to you as a surprise, for Valentine’s Day. I know they’re your favourite and I just- I thought… yeah I guess it was pretty dumb.” He dropped the flowers to his side, and you watched a few peony petals glide to the floor.
It took you a second to process everything he said. “You-you’re being serious?”
Leonard lifted his gaze to you and nodded.
“I’m an idiot.” You huffed.
He shook his head, “No, you’re not…”
You pointed your finger at him and grinned, “I’m an idiot. You’re an idiot. We’re the co-presidents of Club idiot.”
That made him chuckle and you could almost feel the tension dissolving between the two of you. What was left was a softer, gentler feeling, something from deep inside you.
“Sulu helped me pick them,” Leonard explained, “The amount of flowers that man grows should be illegal.”
Now it was your turn to chuckle.
You took the container of cookies out from under your arm and let it hang between your fingertips. “I did make these for you. I swung by the medbay to bring them to you because you were working late.”
“That was really thoughtful of you.” The softness in his tone surprised you, and you met his hazel eyes, seeing something flash behind them that you hadn’t seen since…
“Do you remember that night you made me watch ‘The Princess Bride?” Leonard asked, leaning against the wall, and you moved to join him, leaning to face him.
That was the night you thought he was going to kiss you.
“Of course. The night you cried because you thought Wesley and Buttercup weren’t going to be together.”
“Ha ha.” He smirked, then let his features soften. “Well, I don’t know if you would remember this, it was a while ago, but when we were on the couch, and… well…”
“I remember.” You said, and his gaze snapped to yours.
“You do?”
“Mhmm.” You licked your lips and looked up at him, taking in the face you knew so well, framed by dark, slightly tousled hair, the lines around his eyes and mouth soft, and the space between his eyebrows was smooth, though you knew his brows seemed permanently furrowed when he was stressed.
“I wish I had done what I had wanted to do then…” He said, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips.
“Which was…”
“Kiss you.”
The fingers that you were drumming on the top of the container of cookies stopped, and your mouth fell slightly open.
You chose your words carefully. “So, why didn’t you?”
He exhaled. “I didn’t think it was the right time.”
“Ah,” you nodded, looking down. “So, when is the right time going to be?”
A soft smile ever so slightly pulled at the corner of his lips. “You only know it’s the right time when it is the right time.”
You smiled and rolled your eyes. “You’re such a romantic, Leonard McCoy.”
His eyes glinted with amusement as he smiled fully now, and your heart overflowed with love at the sight. He dropped your gaze and played with the petals of one flower between his fingertips, rolling it between his thumb and index when it plucked free.
You gathered up all your courage and inched closer to him. “What if I told you right now was the right time?”
He stopped playing with the flower and looked at you, his expression unreadable. “That’s not how it works, Y/N.”
“Oh shut up.” You quipped, cocking your head to the side and taking a confident step forward, a sudden bout of nervous excitement causing butterflies to take flight in your stomach.
His whole face softened, and he was looking at you with an expression of such admiration that you wished you could capture it with a camera. He leaned into you, now having to drop the bouquet at his side so he could stay facing you. His free hand lifted and his fingers grazed your cheek, bringing with it a strong scent of peonies and roses.
“Kiss me.” You sighed, your eyes fluttering closed as he pulled you closer, and you could feel his breath against your lips, just the same as that night watching that movie.
He paused for a second, and you became suddenly aware of your pounding pulse and your impending anticipation.
“As you wish.” He breathed, the words fanning over your mouth before he covered your lips with his.
His lips were firm and warm against yours, the taste of him immediately intoxicating you and you kissed him back with an equal fervor. You slung one of your arms around his neck, awkwardly dropping the box of cookie to your side in order to draw him closer.
The kiss was everything you had hoped for and more, and as his hand dropped to your waist, you felt your chest fill with desire.
You broke the kiss breathlessly, not straying far from him, holding him firm by the fingers entangled in the hair at the back of his neck.
“How ‘bout we take that bouquet and these cookies back to my room? Hm?” You asked, pecking his lips softly before continuing, “we can have those drinks you cancelled on me from earlier.”
Leonard laughed and shook his head, his nose rubbing against yours. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
But before you could lead him away, he kissed you breathless again, pulling away to tip his forehead against yours. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”
You smiled, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
-Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!-
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“Jim, will you stop asking me about her? We’ve only been on two dates.”
“C’mon, Bones, I’m just curious! You like her, right?”
“Well it’s not like I’m thinking about marriage or anything, but I haven’t wanted to throw myself out the garbage chute when I’m with her, like I do when I’m with you, so that’s probably a good sign.”
“When’re you going out again?”
“This Saturday. Stop looking at me like that. We haven’t even kissed yet.”
The wine glass in your hand snapped, sending shards crashing to the table that you were white-knuckling, as well as one that embedded itself into your hand. Red wine splashed down over the front of your clothes, creating a murder scene of glass and blood.
The people nearest to you had stopped and turned towards you, staring open-mouthed at the crazy wine-glass murderer that stood wide-eyed at the far end of the table.
You stared at your hand for a moment, in total shock, before raising your head and meeting the eyes of the person who had caused you to snap.
Leonard.
That’s when the pain started to set in.
Your stinging hand was the final thing that made you snap out of it, made you draw your eyes away from the hazel ones you knew all too well, the ones under dark, furrowed brows, the ones that drove you crazy.
You cradled your arm to your chest carefully and dashed in the direction of the kitchen, not stopping until you found the very far back corner, a secluded section that was not being used for tonight’s gala.
You thrust your hand over the sink, tears in your eyes as you reached to turn the water on-
“Stop.”
You knew that voice all to well. It made your heart soar to the top and sink to the bottom of your chest at the same time.
“You should get the piece out before you run water over it.” Leonard said gently.
Your hand slowly retreated from the tap and you became acutely aware of how shaky it was. You stared down at your bloodied hand.
Get the piece out, you told yourself, just goddamn do it.
But you couldn’t. You couldn’t get your mind and free hand to communicate and let go of the steel rim of the sink you were clutching onto.
“I-I can’t.” You gulped, suddenly aware of the thick lump that had formed in your throat and the stinging pressure behind your eyes.
“Here, let me see.” Leonard was suddenly beside you, leaning his hip against the sink and tugging at your arm.
You let him have it. And he brought your bloodied hand to him and gently plucked the bottle-cap sized piece of glass out of it.
“There.” He breathed, his eyes flicking between your hand in his and your face.
You wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Thank you.” You said, turning away and starting to run water over your hand, glad for the pain to distract you.
The sound of running water was all that you focused on for a while, as Leonard moved away from the sink, and the water ran pink.
Eventually, you had to turn it off.
The silence rang in your ears until a white package appeared on the counter beside you, which you saw contained a large bandage that Leonard had somehow procured. You quickly applied it with shaky hands and felt the pain slowly ebb into a soft, pulsing ache.
“Are you alright?” Leonard asked softly.
You flexed your fingers over the rim of the sink which you were still facing.
“Fine,” you quipped, “thanks for the bandage.”
He didn’t respond, and there was another bout of deafening silence, which caused your mind to start churning and your jaw to start clenching.
“What’s wrong?”
Everything. You so desperately wanted to say. “Nothing.” You actually said.
“Y/N, c’mon, you can’t keep doing this.” He sounded tired.
Doing what? Loving you?
“Just go, Leonard.” You said, pressing your knees against the counter for support.
“Just tell me what I can do.” He insisted.
“NOTHING.” You insisted right back.
“Y/N.”
You heard his steps towards you. Felt his hand rest on your upper arm, and you snapped, shrugging him off quickly. He reached for you again, this time for your elbow, and you pushed him away again. Your forearm, you swiped away. And just as you were turning to push him, to get him away from you, he grabbed your wrist and spun you towards him. Your other hand instinctively came up as well, and he grabbed that one too.
He held your wrists, tight, at the level of your head, and looked down at you, hard, insistent, determined.
You were barely aware of the back of your thighs hitting the far countertop.
Barely aware of a soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips.
Barely aware of all your anger fleeing from your chest.
“What’s. Wrong.” Leonard said poignantly, his face inches from your own, the heat from his body radiating into you.
You were staring up at him through watery vision, on the precipice of tears, of breaking down, of falling apart.
“I miss... I miss...” You stammered, your words getting lost.
“You miss what, darlin’?”
Darlin’.
“I miss you.” You whispered.
There was a heartbeat of pause, a heartbeat of hesitation, but when his thumbs stroked the soft skin of your wrist, you were done for.
In a moment of pure, blind longing, you surged up and kissed him.
You expected to find resistance, to find stiffness in the kiss, but the instant your lips touched his, he melted into you. He released your wrists only to wrap his arms around your waist and back, pulling you flush to him.
The sensation of your body against his was enough to elicit a moan out of you, and he took the opportunity to kiss you deeper.
His lips were so familiar, the way he tasted and the way he held you ingrained into your memory, but this also had a fire to it that was just so unique, and so charged, that it left you breathless.
Your arms wound up around his neck, and you kissed him with every ounce of passion and love that you had.
And then he was pulling away from your lips, kissing down your neck and leaving fireworks in his wake.
When he made his way back to your mouth, you kissed him once before breaking it, pressing your forehead to his and holding his jaw in your hand, thumb running over his lips.
His arms were hot and tantalizing around you, body aflame and breath heating your fingertips.
“What are we doing?” You whispered deeply.
He shook his head softly against yours, making you smile. His hazel eyes were alight with a spark that you had not seen in a long time.
He smiled and kissed your fingertip before responding, “we’re continuing what never should have ended.”
Intro: I know I just posted one for Spock Week, but this one kinda just started to flow out of me (getting my mojo back, yay!) so here is another fic for you! This one is for Bones week for Trek Fest 2017! Hosted by the always lovely @outside-the-government - I was late on the Spock fic but not for this one yay!
This is also a request that came from @stucked82:
Hi, I have a request, McCoy x plus size reader, she thinks he’s not interested in her because of the words he said on the first Star Trek movie of Dr. Marcus, she’s the opposite of her, dark short hair, tall, curvy and strong, she could be the combat trainer of the Enterprise maybe? It would be great! Thanks!! Fluff or smut or whatever.
I know I messaged you about going in a darker, more angsty route, and I wrote most of that, but it didn’t feel right, and I felt like I needed to write something fluffy. So I did.
Pairing: Bones x plus size!reader
Word Count: 3,456 (damnit can I not keep anything short anymore!!!)
Warnings: A little self-deprication, some swearing, mention of a past emotionally abusive relationship, used the word “darlin’” way too many times.
Summary: You have been transferred to the Enterprise to work as a combat trainer, and are quickly introduced to Dr. McCoy when he is in one of your classes. Quickly developing a crush on the handsome doctor (who wouldn’t?), you feel like the flirting is going well until you see him flirting with Dr. Marcus. Were you wrong about him? Could he ever love somebody like you?
A/N: Not a big fan of writing specifically for a plus-size reader, but I thought this one turned out pretty well - didn’t want to go too deep into insecurities or anything, but they are in there.
-Enjoy!-
“Hey dude? Can you hear me?” You nearly shouted as you knelt over a dark-haired man that had just taken a hard hit in your combat training class.
“Wha-?” The man’s eyes slowly flickered open, and he brought his hand up to rub at his eye, groaning, “What happened?”
“That idiot back there didn’t know how to properly throw an elbow strike and knocked you flat.” You jerked your thumb at the covering curly-haired blonde, who gave a sheepish finger-wave.
“Damnit, Chekov.” The man grunted and moved to sit up, emitting a series of groans and a string of curses, including “too old for this shit”.
“How long was I out?” He asked.
“Maybe 30 seconds? Do you want ice or something?”
He touched his cheekbone gingerly, then the back of his head, “Maybe. Probably should just head back to the medbay.”
“Back to the medbay?” You inquired as you offered a hand to help him stand, “You a doctor or something?”
He smoothed his hands over his unruly t-shirt as he regained his balance, “Yes, actually. CMO, if you like formalities.”
Your eyes widened, “You’re Dr. McCoy?”
“The one and only, darlin’.” He squinted and took a quick look around the room before focusing back on you, hands on hips.
“I haven’t had my initial physical yet. Guess you’re my guy.”
“Guess so.” He grinned at you quickly before grimacing when it moved the tender skin of his injured cheekbone.
There was a few moments where his heated gaze stayed locked to yours before he spoke again, “Well I better let you get back to work, seems some people still have lots to learn.”
He gave a pointed look at Chekov, who cowered behind the slender Asian man beside him.
With one last look in your direction, sending butterflies aflutter in your stomach, Dr. McCoy turned on his heel and strode out of the room.
The class was silent as you watched him exit, and you felt all of their stares on you. Realizing quickly that you probably had a stupid grin on your face, you traded it for a look of pointed exasperation.
“Pair off, let’s go.” You instructed sharply, “Chirpov, you’re with me. Don’t want you giving anyone else a concussion.”
“I’m here to see Dr. McCoy? I have a physical scheduled.” You wrung your hands around your workout towel, trying to rid yourself of the feeling of jittery nervousness that made you bounce on your toes.
“I’ll let him know you’re here, go ahead and wait in room 6, he’ll be right in.” The nurse instructed, giving you a warm smile before turning back to your work.
Skirting into the room she indicated, you dropped your bag next to the wall and hopped up onto the examination table.
You had been thinking about this day since the class where Dr. McCoy had gotten injured. You willed your racing heart to chill out a little so you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of him.
The few minutes that you had spent trying to calm your nerves were quickly wasted when finally the door swung open. Your heart decided to pump overtime as you took in Dr. McCoy, now clad in a white medical tunic, which made his tanned skin and dark hair stand out even more. You could almost have wept when he looked up from his PADD, his lips stretching into a smile.
“Y/N, it’s nice to see you again.” The door hissed shut behind him and he moved to sit on the little wheely stool at the side of the examination table.
“Same to you, Dr. McCoy. How’s that cheek?”
“Nothing a few hypos couldn’t fix.”
Your laugh was high and chirpy in response, and you cursed yourself for being so on-edge around him.
“So I’m just going to check a few things, ask you a few questions, and you’ll be on your merry way, if that sounds alright.”
“Sounds just fine to me.” You agreed, but a sudden bout of nervousness struck you, this time not just from being near Dr. McCoy.
You had always been a bigger woman, bigger than most, and though you knew a lot of it was muscle, thanks to years of combat training, most people were quick to judge. You were no stranger to the “how can you still be overweight if you workout so much” type questions, so you generally avoided the topic of your health. Some people could be pretty nasty, pretty insensitive.
“So what brings you aboard the ship?” He started, his PADD rested on his knees.
“Starfleet sent me out here because there have been several injuries related to lack of combat knowledge, and thought I could remedy that.”
“Well, if Chekov was any indication, you can probably tell we need it.” Dr. McCoy huffed, making you laugh.
The rest of the physical went smoothly, with no terribly awkward questions and no mention of your weight, other than him taking it.
“Alright, looks like we’re all done here. Go ahead and change and I’ll meet you outside.” He instructed, and you nodded as he stepped out of the room.
Quickly gathering your uniform, you changed as best you could with shaking hands, still a little jittery from the feeling of his hands on you. Gently assessing you, quick touches of skilled fingertips. And the best part was that it didn’t make you feel self-conscious at all, the way he looked at you, and talked to you, his eyes...
You shook your head, dispelling the thoughts. He was your doctor, nothing more. Beside, he would never want you back. You were you, and he was well, him, and you doubted anything would ever come of it.
A soft knock at the door broke your train of thought, “Y’allright in there?”
You threw your shirt over your head, giving a quick tousle to your hair before heading to the door, reaching for the panel, but as you did, the door swung open prematurely, catching the elbow of the hand you still had in your hair.
“Agh!” You yelped and pulled your elbow to your chest, rubbing at the skin.
“Oh, damnit, I’m so sorry, Y/N. You were taking a while, and I didn’t want- I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Dr. McCoy was rubbing at the back of his neck, and it was then when you realize how close he had been to the door, like he was nearly leaning against it.
“It’s okay, just a little lost in thought. Guess the price to pay for that is a bruised elbow.” You chuckled.
He took your arm in his hands and observed the skin, and, once realizing you weren’t going to bleed to death, he released it.
Before he could apologize again, you spoke, “So, am I fine?” Damnit, those words didn’t come out in the order you wanted, but the blush that formed on his cheeks made it worth it.
“You?... Fine? I mean... you are...”
You decided to put him out of his misery, “Sorry, I meant, did everything check out okay, with my physical?”
He seemed to regain some composure, “Oh! Yep, fit as a fiddle, darlin’.”
The term of endearment made you smile, “Do you call everyone darlin’, or just those who you’ve injured in some way?”
“It’s only for the people who I know could kick my ass for being a flustered idiot.” He rubbed at the back of his neck.
You laughed, “Guess that ruins my plan.”
“For what?” He looked at you quizzically.
“For kicking your ass, you flustered idiot.” You teased, but he only smiled down at you.
“Sorry, that was bad.” You groaned and rubbed a hand down your face, but a soft touch to your arm stopped you.
“No worries, darlin’.” The way he was looking at you made butterflies go crazy in your stomach.
“So I’ll see you around?” You asked, toeing at the ground.
He smiled, “Yeah. Actually...” He started, but was cut off by a loud shout of “Bones!” followed by the captain and a blond-haired woman dashing into the medbay.
You stepped out of the way as they approached, yelling about some torpedoes and Khan, Dr. McCoy’s skilled hands somehow a big factor in this.
“Ok fine, I’ll do it.” Dr. McCoy’s gentle, sweet expression was quickly traded for a sour look of exasperation.
You were surprised when his eyes met yours quickly, his look apologetic before being dragged along by the blond-haired woman out of the medbay.
Deciding you better get going, you made your way to the medbay doors, your thoughts still spinning with a certain set of dark hair and hazel eyes.
“Shit.” You swore when you realized you forgot your gym bag.
Quickly returning to the room, you scooped it up, your eye catching on the PADD that Dr. McCoy seemed to have forgotten on the examination table.
Maybe... You thought to yourself as you hesitated just inside the doorway, No, you shouldn’t. You turned to leave.
But you definitely hadn’t imagined the way he smiled at you or been flustered by your flirting.
Before you knew it you had his PADD in your hands. Like a sign from the universe it was still unlocked. Then, without thinking about it too hard, you opened up a note app and quickly typed out:
Drinks sometime? Rec Room tomorrow at 7? I’ll buy the first round. - Y/N.
With your heart racing, you dropped the PADD back on the table and dashed out of the room before you could give it a second thought.
Your class that evening had been especially distracted, and finally you asked what was making everyone so chatty.
“Didn’t you hear? Dr. McCoy and Dr. Marcus are going to try to defuse one of the torpedoes.” One of your students said.
“What? That’s really risky.” Your heart started racing again at the thought of Dr. McCoy in danger.
“Yeah, they’re doing it right now, here’s the video feed.”
Suddenly one of the walls of the training rooms was taken up with a projection of the video feed from someone’s PADD.
Sure enough, it was the blonde-haired woman from before, Dr. Marcus, you assumed, knelt next to one of the torpedoes.
“Bones, thanks for helping out. Dr. Marcus asked for the steadiest hands on the ship.” You recognized the voice as Captain Kirk’s.
“You know, when I dreamt about being stuck on a deserted planet with a gorgeous woman, there was no torpedo!” It was Dr. McCoy’s voice now, but he seemed to still be inside the shuttle.
“Dr. McCoy, may I remind you that you're not there to flirt.”
“So how can these legendary hands help you, Dr. Marcus?” Dr. McCoy’s head appeared in the door to the ship, and he carried a box as he walked towards the torpedo and Dr. Marcus.
How could I have been so stupid. You thought to yourself, ignoring the video feed for a moment.
Of course he would have a type. Blonde, skinny, intelligent. You felt tears press at your eyes as you tuned back into the video.
“Sweetheart, I once performed an emergency C-section on a pregnant Gorn. Octuplets, and let me tell you, those little bastards bite. I think I can work some magic on your missile.“ It was Dr. McCoy again, setting down his box of supplies.
That really tipped you over the edge. This man who you thought had been so nice to you, very flirty and flustered... you must have misread him.
“Uhh... class dismissed for today, you can, keep watching here if you want.” You stammered, the class not seeming to have acknowledged your words as you retreated out the door.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. You chanted to yourself as you strode back to your quarters, shame and embarrassment filling your veins.
Well at least you knew now, rather than after you got even more emotionally involved.
Too bad you were already in pretty deep.
The next day you didn’t have any classes, so you spent the day in bed reading and catching up on sleep.
You had just gotten dressed after your post-workout shower when a knock sounded on your door. Treading lightly on the carpet, you made your way over to the door and pressed the panel.
Standing just outside your door was Dr. McCoy, one arm tucked into a sling, the other grasped around a bottle of liquor and two plastic cups.
“Doctor... what are you doing here?” You sputtered, heart flaring at the sight of him.
“I saw your note and went to the rec room, but you never showed, so I thought you might be here. And you can call me Leonard, darlin’.” He looked a little flustered again, and it drew you right back in.
“I- you- okay, come in.” You took the cups and bottle from his hand and moved back into your room.
“What happened to your arm?” You asked, setting the bottle and cups down on the coffee table.
“You haven’t heard?” He tilted his head, and you shook yours.
“The damn torpedo closed in on my arm when we were trying to disarm it. Almost got blown up for it, but Dr. Marcus stopped it at the last second.” He explained, and you found yourself becoming in-drawn at the mention of Dr. Marcus.
“That must have been scary.” You mused.
There were a few moments of tense silence before you spoke again, “So you saw my message.” Your voice was small.
“I did. It made almost getting blown up a little less awful.”
That really made you blush, but you built up the courage to look him in the eyes, “So, Leonard, shall we?” You gestured to the drinks.
His smile nearly made your heart stop.
"And that's how I got Jim banned from the biology labs for a week."
You were in tears with laughter, gasping, and you heard Leonard chuckle along with you.
The both of you had ended up on your bed, a cup of whiskey each, just chatting. Friendly chatting, you told yourself, that must be what he thinks as well, though with the way he was leaning towards you and the way he was flirting, you would have thought otherwise.
"That’s an excellent story. Beats mine by a mile." You laughed.
"Nah, I thought the story of how your brother set your hair on fire was hilarious, yet very dangerous," He tipped his cup towards you.
"Oh, Dr. McCoy, you need to live a little."
"I live just enough to stay away from getting my hair from being set on fire, thank you very much."
You chuckled and leaned back into the headboard, smirking at him as he copied your posture.
"Alright.” You were feeling much more brave thanks to the whiskey, “We don’t know much about each other, so ask me anything. Anything at all." You set your empty cup on the side-table and crossed your legs under you.
"Anything?" He raised an eyebrow at you.
"Anything."
He exhaled and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and holding his cup between his fingers.
"Favourite colour?"
"Purple."
"Childhood pets?"
"None, no matter how hard we begged. Well we had a few fish once, but they all died within a week."
He chuckled, "Within a week?!"
"Hence the no other childhood pets." You insisted, flashing him a smile.
"That's fair, I guess." He took another sip of tea, "Worst relationship ever?"
You huffed and pulled your knees to your chest, "I've had my fair share of bad relationships, so it's hard to pick the worst one."
Leonard nodded in understanding.
"But there was one guy, who I would have to say topped the bad of the bad. I met him in the Academy, second year, and we dated for a while, a few months, I'd say, before he started to try to change me."
"Change you?" He tilted his head and turned slightly towards you, and you admired his form in the dim lighting for a while before focusing your attention back on your knees.
"At first it was little things. Ordering for me at restaurants, only salads and low-calorie options, to 'keep my figure', as he would say. Then it was forcing me to buy a gym membership, which actually was a blessing in disguise because I signed up for a self-defense class and fell in love, hence my career today. But he insisted I quit and go jogging with him, do 'slimming' exercises. Then it got verbal. 'Wouldn't you love to get rid of those love handles?' and 'That dress looks a little tight on you.' and flat out 'I would love you so much more if you were thin, because it means you love yourself'."
"God, that's awful. Tell me you dumped his sorry ass." Leonard had tipped his head back against the wall and was watching you intently, and you could have sworn you saw admiration in his eyes.
"No, actually. I was a lot dumber back then, a lot more gullible. So I did what he said. I took his words to heart, and I tried everything. I starved myself and went jogging for hours everyday but it was never enough. And I was so unhappy, Leonard, it was unbelievable. But I stuck with him, because I was desperate for his love. For any love."
Leonard had shifted closer, and his knee bumped yours lightly.
You continued, "And then one day I was coming back from a late night class and walked into his room, like usual and, well let's just say he got what he wanted, a much thinner woman between his legs. Two actually."
Leonard choked on his whiskey at that and sputtered a few laughs, "Oh my god. What a little shithead."
You let out a loud laugh and covered you mouth with your hand as Leonard set his cup on the side-table.
"For the record I do not think you need to lose a single pound. You are beautiful, strong, and brilliant, and if he couldn't see that, then it's his loss."
You felt your cheeks heat up and you couldn't stop a smile, "Then you are a much better man then he is."
"Thank you, darlin', and you deserve someone much better than him."
"Maybe I should date someone like you, then." You teased, but his face remained serious.
"Maybe you should." His eyes met yours.
Your heart stopped in your chest and time seemed to slow as you looked over at him.
Thankfully, he was the one to speak first, "I don't know if this is the right time to tell you, since we’ve only known each other for a few days, but I've been meaning to ask you, and I've never been good at this stuff, I'm a little rusty since the divorce is all..."
"You're serious?" You sat up, pressing your knee into his.
"Why wouldn't I be?" His gaze wasn't accusatory, more quizzical, and his fingers that were on his knee slid to rest on yours.
"Well it's just, with Dr. Marcus, and the whole torpedo thing, and she is so pretty and thin, and I thought that was your type..."
"My type?" He looked hurt.
"Agh, I'm sorry, I've messed this all up." You pulled away and slid off the bed, padding towards the bathroom.
"Messed what up, darlin'? You haven't messed anything up." You heard him shifting on top of the bed and his footsteps neared behind you.
"I assumed... that you... I misjudged, I guess..." You spun around to face him now, close to crying, "and it's just with the way I look, and the way you look..."
"Stop. Just stop right now." He cut you off and stepped closer, "Did I not just make it abundantly clear that that doesn't matter to me?"
"Yes, but..."
"No buts." He was terribly close now, and you couldn't resist those hazel eyes that you had dreamed about for what seems like forever.
"Yes, buts, lots of buts, a pretty large butt right here." You raised your eyebrow up at him and pulled at his wrist, placing his uninjured hand on your hip.
"Real cheeky, darlin’." A playful smile pulled at his lips and he slid his hand around to your back.
"I've got lots more where that came from."
"I'm betting on it."
You smiled and grabbed onto the front of his uniform, pulling him down so your lips met in a hard kiss. You felt your back hit the wall and he pressed you into it, and usually you would be self-conscious about his body against yours, but this time, you couldn't find it in yourself to care.
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Intro: So so so here we are my loves, at last (I’m sorry it took so long - blame school). YES I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED IT MESSY P.T. 2 FOR YOUUU.
This is a long awaited (and long overdue) sequel to Messy that was requested by a number of you and thank you guys so much for the amazing response that Messy got, it astounds me.
So hopefully this one satiates your need for more as it is a long one (surprise surprise).
I want to give a big shout out to @yourtropegirl for setting up a poll for me to decide the uniform that Leonard would wear (right) along with the reader’s dress (left), which you can see above - they are beautiful guys thanks so much.
Pairing: Bones x reader
Word Count: 5,813 (whoopsies)
Warnings: none, just tooth-aching fluff and a little bit of frustration.
Summary: So, if you haven’t read the original Messy, Leonard is all upset because Jocelyn is getting re-married and invites Leonard to the wedding. The reader jokingly says that he should go and bring a hot date, not realizing that the hot date would actually be them. This story is surrounding Jocelyn’s wedding. I hope you enjoy!
ALSO: I have actually no idea what Jocelyn is like as a person, even what she looks like as I have seen precious few episodes of TOS. So I wrote her as a blue-eyed blonde who is infuriatingly nice. Though I have an angst fic planned where she isn’t going to be so nice...
-Enjoy!-
“Nope. That’s it. I’m not going.” You fumed, storming out of the bathroom, and stalking past Leonard who was zipping up his shirt.
Strong hands suddenly caught you around the waist, and you were yanked backwards.
“Hey, whoa, darlin’.” Leonard pulled you to his chest.
You beat weakly at his arms in an attempt to pry them off you and kicked your feet, trying to resist him but he was too strong.
“Let me go, Len.” You pouted, trying to squirm out of his grip.
“What’s wrong?” Leonard wrapped his arms around you tighter, one arm around your waist, one arm across your chest.
“I am not going to this wedding.” You stated, pushing off his chest to get away, but he held you fast.
“Why are- sTOP FIGHting ME!” He shouted as your elbows dug into his sides, trying to get him to release you.
“Go find some other beautiful girl to bring.” You fought.
“What are you-OW! Are you biting me?” Leonard inquired with a huff of laughter.
You pulled your teeth from his arm, “No.”
He suddenly spun you around in his grip to face him, his arms still locked around you, “What is the matter with you?”
“I-I can’t go, Len. I just-it’s too much and what if they...” You rambled but stopped when Leonard’s hands gripped either side of your face, making your cheeks squish and your lips pout slightly.
“You’re freaking out.” He informed.
“Nuhhuh.” You argued through pouted lips.
“Why are you freaking out?” Leonard released your face enough so you could speak.
“This dress looks dumb. I can barely breathe when it’s zipped up and it’s too... ugh.” You tried to explain, but with the disbelieving look that Leonard was giving you, he didn’t get it.
“Is that it?” He raised an eyebrow and you suddenly had the urge to shave it off.
“Well that and that this is a big step, Len. I am meeting your ex, on her WEDDING DAY no less, and I am going to meet your daughter and they are all going to hate me and I look stupid in this...” You started to hyperventilate.
Leonard’s hands fell to your shoulders and you looked up at him, tears perched on your eyelids.
“Do not freak out on me.” He chastized with a smile, “I need you there with me today, darlin’. You are going to be fine. Jocelyn is going to pretend you don’t exist and Jo is going to love you.”
“You think so?” You chewed on your thumbnail, your nervous tick, “I am no good with kids.”
Steady fingers under your chin lifted your gaze up to his, “If she loves you even half as much as I do, then you’ll be dragged off to play ‘princess tea party’ and have your ear talked off in no time.”
His sweet comments warmed your heart, but you were still nervous.
Sensing your hesitation, Leonard leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a soft, gentle, reassuring kiss and it made you melt on the inside. Pulling away, he looked deeply into your eyes and thumbed your cheek softly.
“And I think I have a solution to your dress problem.” A smirk played on his lips as he backed away and walked over to the closet.
“What are you doing?” You asked skeptically.
“I had a feeling you were going to freak out, so I decided to have a back-up plan just in case.” He swung the closet doors open and produced a long black clothing bag.
“No. You didn’t.” You glared at him.
“Oh I did, darlin’.” His smirk was devilish as he laid the bag on the bed and unzipped it.
The black bag fell away and Leonard pulled out a long length of blue fabric. Your jaw nearly hit the floor and a gasp escaped you as you drew the dress through your fingers. The fabric was cool and smooth, and the colour of the the deep ocean, a beautiful blue. You couldn’t tell much about the shape of it by the way Leonard was holding it, but you knew it was going to be gorgeous. You snatched it from his hands and hugged it to your chest for a second before dashing towards the bathroom to try it on.
“Hey, whoa, just slip it on out here, I want to see it.” Leonard called as he took a few steps in pursuit after you.
“No, no, I need to do my hair and makeup before I can get into this.” You turned towards him.
“We have to leave in...” He checked his watch, “20 minutes.”
“You really want to be on time for your ex-wife’s wedding?” You sassed, eliciting an especially exasperated look from Leonard.
He huffed and grumbled, “No. Now get goin’. You have half an hour.” He warned and his hand came down on your ass as you turned, the smack making you jump and giggle as you dashed quickly into the bathroom.
40 minutes later you were ready, much to Leonard’s annoyance.
You applied the last of your makeup to a chorus of “Let’s go, darlin’.” and “How long does it take to do your damn hair?” and “The car’s waiting outside.”
“Alright, quit your whinin’, I’m done, ya lunatic.” You cut him off mid-whine and rolled your eyes.
“Thank god.” He grumbled, making you scowl at the still-closed door and you touched up your lipstick for a few extra seconds just to spite him.
Smoothing your hands over the dress you looked at yourself in the mirror, letting out a deep breath. You could do this. The dress was absolutely stunning. When you had slipped it on you had gasped again at the beauty of it. Leonard outdid himself. The dress was a carribean blue, you’d decided, the fabric flowy and smooth as it drifted towards your feet. The top was a little more fitted, with straps that sat on your shoulders as well as fluttery, loose straps that fell down off-the-shoulder. You had left your hair down, but pinned a few pieces up to frame your face, and your makeup was light but pretty.
Finally, as you stared at yourself in the mirror, you began to relax. This was going to be fine.
You slipped out the door without warning Leonard and stepped out silently to see him turned away from you, adjusting the wrists of his jacket. You took the time to admire the way the fitted white jacket contrasted against his tanned skin, the cut of it angular and interesting and it suited him amazingly. But it was the tight, high-waisted black pants, with a gold stripe down the side that really got you. Damn those legs. You inhaled sharply, which got his attention and he turned his head towards you.
Now it was his turn to go wide-eyed and admire you. His eyes raked up and down your body, admiring the dress that he had chosen for you, and you gave him a teasing smile.
“Wow...” He breathed, his hands falling to his sides, “Darlin’, you look... wow.”
You smiled big for him and gave him a little twirl before sweeping up to him, your dress swishing around your ankles.
“The dress is amazing, Len, thank you so much.” You whispered, running your thumbs under the lapels of his jacket before looking up at him.
Leonard’s hands smoothed over your back, sliding over the fabric, “You’re welcome. But I might have dug myself into a hole because you look damn gorgeous in that dress, I don’t know how I am going to keep my hands to myself all night.”
His breath tickled your face and you laughed as he leaned in to kiss you.
“You know, it’s bad luck to kiss the bride’s ex-husband’s girlfriend before the wedding.”
By the time you got to the venue, you were nearly an hour late, and you strode through the parking lot towards the almost castle-like building. The venue was upsettingly beautiful. And the weather was perfect.
You squinted in the beating sunlight to take in the caste, the stonework intricate and detailed, the grass surrounding the building green and fresh, and the gardens were magnificent.
Leonard’s body stiffened. The arm he had slung around your waist tightened and his fingers skimmed the bottom of your ribs, making you jump a little. You protested with a grunt but then your eyes found the source of Leonard’s sudden hesitation.
A limousine had pulled up and a woman in a white dress was climbing out with the help of an older man in a tux. That must be Jocelyn, you thought, taking one glance at the helpless look on Leonard’s face and knowing you were right.
You reached over and tugged on the bottom of his suit jacket, “Len, c’mon, don’t panic.” You tried to lead him towards the church but he stayed frozen, his arm falling from your waist.
A pang of pain for him hit your heart and you wondered what he was thinking, seeing Jocelyn in a wedding dress again, this time not for him.
Entwining your fingers with his, you tugged at his arm, “Hey, Len, I know you’re freaking out right now but I think it would be really tacky for the ex-husband and his girlfriend to walk into the church at the same time as the bride.”
He finally looked over at you, his eyes sad, and you stroked his hand with your thumb, giving him a small empathetic smile. He took a deep breath and nodded, and you walked hand in hand together into the church.
“Who’s dumb idea was this?” You whispered nervously to Leonard as you found two seats near the end of a row in the middle of the church.
“Uhhh... yours?” Leonard raised an eyebrow, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you settled into your seats that were right next to the aisle.
The inside of the castle was even more gorgeous than the outside, the sanctuary laid with a dark navy carpet, the ceilings high and arched, with beautiful architecture. The aisle was lined with white and blue flowers, and at the end of the aisle was the most beautiful arrangement of while lilies, blue hydrangeas, and strings of green ivy that you had ever seen. You suddenly felt self-conscious in your blue dress, a little mad that you matched the wedding colours, but you didn’t have much time to pout as the music started and the wedding began.
Bridesmaids and groomsmen glided down the aisle, dressed in colours that matched the theme, dark blues, dark greens and whites, followed by the flower girl. The girl’s dark hair and furrowed brows made you look twice, as you knew that face, the child looking so similar to her father that you almost laughed. That must be Joanna, you thought, and again Leonard’s hand tightening around yours confirmed your suspicions. Joanna had on a sweet white dress, her dark hair pinned back with tiny blue flowers, and she was tossing white flower petals out of her little basket, looking rather grumpy at the task at hand.
Then, suddenly, her head tilted up, her eyes finding Leonard in the crowd and her face broke into a smile.
“Daddy!” She screeched, dropping the basket to run over to Leonard, who instantly released your hand to embrace his daughter.
The room filled with a chorus of laughs and “awwws” but you could hear Leonard chiding his daughter’s behaviour as he let her go quickly.
“Jo-bean, sweetheart, you need to keep walking.” He whispered, wiping a few loose strands of hair out of her face.
“No, I want to stay with you.” She pouted and crossed her arms.
Leonard leaned down to look her in the eye, “Joanna McCoy, you have a very important job to do here. I will see you after, alright?” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, right between her furrowed brows.
“Okay.” She huffed and stomped back to her basket, now throwing the flower petals rather roughly as she made her way down the aisle, eliciting another laugh from the guests.
When Joanna finally made it down the aisle, the music changed, all of the guests standing to watch the bride enter. Jocelyn looked absolutely stunning in her wedding dress, it was fitted perfectly and flared out at the bottom, brushing elegantly across the ground. Her veil was pinned to the back of her head and spread out behind her beautifully, and she looked gorgeous as she glided down the aisle, her arm in her father’s.
Leonard was unreadable as he watched Jocelyn, his hands folded in front of him, and you wished he would reach for your hand, just to know that he still knew you were there.
The ceremony was exceptional, the vows were beautiful and you saw many a guest wipe at their eyes. They really did look in love, but you found it hard to concentrate on anything but Leonard sitting silently beside you, eyes forward, hands in his lap. Emotions cycled through you as you watched his profile.
You’d never been the kind of girl who thought about her wedding. You assumed it would happen one day, but honestly it made you panic. To be tied to another person for your whole life? You would take a murderous alien with a phaser over that any day.
But sitting here, listening to the lovely vows, seeing the sparkle in their eyes as they looked at each other, made you want it. Made it less scary. And you quickly realized why. Because of Leonard. Because you wanted this with him. But something made your breath hitch in your chest and your fear grow at the thought of marrying him. He had already done this. He had done the wedding thing and the marriage thing and the kid thing. How could you ever compare?
So lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed Leonard’s gaze slip to yours until you felt a hand cover yours where it sat on your knee and warm fingers slotted themselves between yours. A feeling of sureness shot through you, washing away all the fears you had, and if you could have proposed to him right then and there, you would have, but instead you yanked your eyes back to the happy couple in front of you.
“Do you remember the time we all went paintballing?”
The entire table broke into a fit of laughter, and Leonard leaned back in his chair as he laughed, nearly tipping over his plate of food that was set in front of him.
You and Leonard had been assigned a dinner table with some of him and Jocelyn’s old friends, 3 other couples that had been a part of Leonard’s life when he was still married to Jocelyn. They had done nothing but exchange old memories and talked of their happy, civilized lives, and Leonard fit right in.
“Yeah and I got Jeff right between the eyes.” Leonard added, sending the table into a roar of laughter again.
You stabbed angrily at the last of the potatoes on your plate, feeling very disheartened and ignored throughout the entire dinner. You hadn’t said a word the entire time.
The dining hall was a gorgeous ballroom draped in gold chandeliers, navy table cloths, and beautiful flowers. The far wall was lined with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to vast green rolling hills, the sun beginning to stream through, maybe an hour from setting. A balcony sat just outside the windows, and you longed to go out there, to be separated from the torture that was this dinner, all the talk of happy married life and kids and things you had no idea about.
Dinner soon came to an end and Jocelyn and her new husband made their rounds to different tables, saying their hellos and thank yous, both carrying an impenetrable smile on their faces. People milled about now, anxious for the transition from dinner to dancing, and those who had just a little too much liquid courage started dancing despite the lack of music. You stood next to Leonard, sipping on your champagne, desperately wishing for something stronger as he continued to chat with some old friends.
Then, the moment you dreaded since you had agreed to accompany Leonard to the wedding finally arrived.
“Leonard, thanks so much for coming.” You heard a smooth voice and saw the swish of a white dress approach and wrap her arms around Leonard.
“Oh, it’s our pleasure, and the wedding’s beautiful, Jocelyn.” Leonard responded, and you stepped closer to his side to join the conversation, taking in the beautiful blonde before you.
“Thank you, it’s been really wonderful.” Jocelyn beamed, her perfect smile and bright blue eyes making you hate her more with every second you stared at them.
“Joce, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Leonard finally turned to you, pushing you a little forward with a hand on your lower back.
“Hi.” She smiled and you took her hand, giving it a light shake, “Thanks for coming.”
“My pleasure.” You managed, stepping back, your hackles raised, and threaded your arm through Leonard’s, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible.
Jocelyn turned back to Leonard, and she wrung her hands in front of her, “Lee, can we talk for a minute?”
You could have smacked her for calling him “Lee”, but Leonard’s arm tightening on yours held you back.
“Of course.” He nodded and pulled away from you, his voice calm and even, which felt like a stab to the heart.
You watched him walk away with Jocelyn, tears suddenly perching on your lids, and he didn’t even give you a backwards glance.
“Are you my new mommy?” A chirpy voice sounded from behind you, and something pulled at your dress lightly.
Turning, you saw a little dark haired form dressed in white, familiar brown eyes looking up at you expectantly. Joanna.
You sat down on the nearest chair so you were more level with her eyes, “What was that, sweetie?”
“Are you going to be my new mommy?” She asked again, her little lips pursing.
You regarded the girl, who looked so much like Leonard, and you shook your head, “No, Joanna, I’m not.”
“Everyone calls me Jo.” She corrected.
“Alright, Jo.” You nodded.
“Are you in love with my daddy?” Jo asked, her little fingers playing with the fabric of your dress, near your knee.
You chuckled, “I am, Jo, I love him a lot.” The words sent a rush of warmth through your chest that mixed with the pain of seeing Leonard walk away with Jocelyn.
“How do you know you love him?” She asked, and you met her quizical brown eyes.
The question stunned you into silence and you honestly didn’t know how to respond.
“Why do you ask?” You stuttered.
Jo look displeased that you didn’t answer her question, but she responded, “There’s this girl in my class, and I think I love her.”
“How do you know?” You asked seriously, trying hard not to smile at the sweetness and sincerity of the little girl’s confession.
“She’s really pretty, and I like it when she smiles.” She toed at the foot of the chair before continuing, “Her parent’s don’t have a lot of money, so she doesn’t have a lot of nice things, and sometimes she comes to school without a lunch, so I bring her things. Like an extra snack, or I get her a pencil when she needs it. And once I brought her a lipstick and she smiled so big I thought I was going to explode.”
You smiled softly at her now, at her innocent little crush, and felt your heart swell, “Well, Jo, I think you know exactly what love is.”
“Really?” Jo beamed and you nodded.
“Do you like seeing my daddy smile?” She asked, suddenly serious now and played with the bracelets that encircled your wrists.
“I do.” You responded.
“So that’s how you know you love him, silly.” Jo shook her head and giggled.
“I guess your right.” You nodded, the words hitting you right in your heart, and you tried to keep your emotions at bay in front of the little girl.
“I like your dress.” She said, returning her little hands to the fabric and pinching it with her fingers.
“Thank you. Actually, your daddy got it for me.”
“He did?” Her eyes went wide and you grinned.
“He did. And you know what? It made me smile.”
Jo giggled, “That must mean he loves you too!”
You shrugged playfully and giggled along with the girl, unable to say anything more as a lump in your throat made your words catch in your chest.
When you heard the balcony doors open and close behind you, you knew exactly who it was.
“There you are.” A familiar voice approached and you glanced back to see Leonard walking towards you, a smile on his face.
You didn’t return it and brought your eyes back to the rolling hills and setting pink and orange sky laid out before you.
“What are you doing out here? They’re just about to cut the cake.” Leonard moved to lean on the railing, perching slightly on the edge and facing you.
“Just needed some air.” You miffed, keeping your eyes on the horizon.
Leonard hummed in response and you stood in silence for a few minutes, the soft breeze rustling your dress and the fading sun soaking into your bare shoulders and arms.
You felt Leonard studying you from where he stood against the railing and you couldn’t decide whether you would rather push him over it or jump over it yourself.
“Personally, I think if we go, we go together.” Leonard mused, and you realized that you had spoken your thoughts out loud.
“Sorry,” You mumbled, still not having the strength to look him in the eye, “How have you been today? I know it must’ve been hard on you.”
Leonard squinted over at you for a split second, as if he could see right through your forced upbeat tone but seemed to ignore it as he responded, “It’s not been bad, actually. It’s hard seeing her so happy, when she’s broken my heart a million times, but I can’t help but feel happy for her. And I just can’t stop thinking about our wedding day. It was so similar to this, and she looks exactly the same.”
He huffed a laugh and smiled down into his hands, completely unaware of how his words tore into your heart.
“It makes me want to be here, to be a part of it, for Jo. Her mom get’s remarried and her dad is traipsing around the universe for years at a time. No one is here to help her deal with it, to help her through it, you know? She needs her dad.”
You nodded tersely, barely containing the tears of frustration that pressed at your eyes and formed a lump in your throat.
“That’s actually what Jocelyn wanted to talk about.” He continued, “Jo’s been stealing things, little things from home and school, like a pencil from the teacher’s desk or food from home, and even some of Joce’s makeup has gone missing. And I can’t help but feel partially responsible for that.”
“It’s not your fault.” You mumbled, picking at the stone railing with a fingernail.
“That’s awfully nice of you to say, darlin’, but this is textbook attention seeking behaviour...”
“No, Len, I talked to Jo, when you were off with ‘Joce’.” You started, not even trying to hide the malice in your voice, “She has a crush on this kid in her class who comes from a rough family who don’t have a lot of money, so Jo sneaks her things, little gifts to make her smile. It’s really quite sweet.”
“She said that?” He asked, his gaze searching.
“Yep.” You started, your tone flat, “Jocelyn should have talked to Jo first before making assumptions behind her back. She’s a really bright girl.”
When Leonard didn’t respond, you looked over to see him staring at you, dumfounded, and you just rolled your eyes and huffed.
“We should get back in there.” You turned and started towards the door, but his hand on your arm stopped you.
“Are you okay, Y/N? You seem bothered by something.” Leonard’s gaze was incessant and concerned on yours, “Is it something I said?”
“It’s nothing.” You brushed him off but his grip on your arm tightened, his eyes meeting yours firmly.
“Spit it out.”
A those three words you let a few tears fall.
You swiped at them furiously, ripping your arm from Leonard’s as your agitation and frustration began to build.
“Y/N, what is it?” Leonard’s voice was soft now, but he looked hurt at your sudden hostility.
“I never wanted the big wedding.” You blurted and immediately wanted to shove the words back into your mouth.
“What?” Leonard questioned, a look of complete confusion on his face.
You curled your fists at your side and pushed the frustrated tears back, “I never saw myself as a bride, period. Especially not with the big poofy dress and the flowers and the castle, it was never what I wanted. But seeing all this, being here with you, it makes me want it, no matter how big of an asshole you’ve been today.”
“An asshole... when have I-?” Leonard started defensively but you cut him off.
“You have ignored me all day. Ever since we saw Jocelyn step out of that limo I have been like a second thought to you, like you had to remember I was there, like I’m just some arm candy that you dragged along.” Your blood boiled in your veins and your breathing was ragged with anger, “And you have been watching her all day. Do you know how much that hurts? To know that she had you first, that you’ve done all this already, with her. You’ve done the wedding thing and the married thing and the kid thing. It makes me feel inferior, like sloppy seconds or something, and I know it’s stupid, but I’m jealous. I’m jealous that she got you first.”
You fiddled with the fabric of your dress, playing with it between your fingers as you tried to slow your breathing, calm the roar inside your brain, and Leonard waited patiently for you to continue.
“You are talking about all these things, all these past memories and I get it, I wasn’t part of your life then, but it’s the future stuff. It’s that stuff where you talk about moving back here, becoming a part of Jo’s life again and I have to wonder. What about me? Where do I fit into this equation? Even if you were just saying those things, it makes me feel invisible.” You felt the anger drip out of your veins, followed by a few more hot, frustrated tears that slid down your cheeks.
Your mind was reeling and it felt like your emotions were right beneath your skin, like you were translucent and he could see everything.
Silence. He gave you silence. The wind rustling the leaves and brushing through your dress were the only sounds, and you felt the air, cool on your damp cheeks as you stared at the ground, pressing back the sobs that were so close to escaping you.
Suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore. You had poured your heart out, showed him your true feelings through your translucent skin, and he had nothing to say. You turned to leave, picking up your dress and starting towards the balcony doors, defeat leaving your limbs feeling heavy and slow, like you were moving through molasses.
“I’d always thought we’d have a small wedding. A unique wedding. Like on a mountaintop, or in a barn, or even on the damn ship.” You froze in your tracks, and he chuckled softly, “but if you want a big wedding, sure, we can do that.”
His words were like strings, wrapped around your sluggish limbs, pulling you back to him, and you turned slowly, tucking your shaking hands behind your back.
“I’m not proposing now, don’t worry,” He continued, probably noting your wide eyes and hesitant stance, “but after, for our honeymoon, we could go somewhere warm and tropical, lay on the beach all day, or a cabin in the woods, away from everybody and everything else.”
Leonard took a sauntering step towards you and you felt your heart squeeze in your chest.
“And as for moving back here to be with Jo? If it ever happened, we would make it work. You would stay on the Enterprise because you do a brilliant job up there, love, and we would message, and call, and I would meet you wherever in the galaxy you had shore leave. Because, darlin’, you’re it for me.”
You couldn’t breathe, your breath stuttered in your lungs and your eyes glistened with new tears, these ones much more happy than before.
“You were my best friend for the longest time,” He pressed on, “and you helped me through some rough stuff, and I helped you through some rough stuff. And I watched you dive in and out of relationships, and you watched my marriage fall apart. I left you behind to go on away missions, and you left me behind to go on your own. We were two disasters thrown together. One great big ol’ mess.” He was close enough now that he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “You are still my best friend, darlin’, but I wouldn’t go back for the world, because what lies ahead of us is miles better than all the crap we’ve left behind.”
Leonard thumbed at your cheek, ducking his head so you were forced to meet his eyes and he gave you a lopsided smile, “I can’t change the fact that you weren’t the first, but I can sure as hell make you my last.” He tilted your chin up with his thumbs, “So I’m telling you, you are it. You are it for me.”
He smiled softly down at you as a few tears tracked down your cheeks.
“I’m it.” You grinned, letting out a watery laugh.
“You’re it, darlin’.”
A smile pulled at your lips now, and you shook your head lightly, barely believing the words were coming out of his mouth, they felt more like a dream than reality. In a surge of happiness you dove up, pressing your lips to his firmly, your hands threading into the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer.
Leonard smiled under your lips and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, drawing you to him, your feet almost leaving the ground, and you slid your arms up around his neck.
Then, all in one swift movement, Leonard swung you around, and before you knew it you had lifted your feet of the ground and you were spinning, You broke the kiss, letting out a screech of laughter as you clung to him, feeling Leonard’s chest rumble and his breath brush across your neck as he laughed along with you. Your dress swished wildly as you spun, the colours in the sunset sky blurring together as you threw your head back and reveled in the feeling of his arms holding you tightly to him.
Slowly he came to a stop, still pressing you against him, and you dropped your toes to the ground, leaning up quickly to capture his lips again, drawing him down by the back of his neck into a dizzying kiss. Or maybe you were just dizzy from all the spinning.
Heat spread up your spine and shoulders as his hands roamed your lower back, sliding over the slick fabric of the dress and barely brushing, teasing your bare skin. You pulled back, gasping, still trying to catch your bearings after the spinning, and your gaze caught on something in the glass of the door.
"There's a little face in the window." You giggled, and Leonard swung his head to see his daughter with her face pressed up against the glass.
As soon as Jo saw that she had been spotted, her eyes went wide and she dashed out from under the curtain and back into the hall, the curtain swinging back in her absence.
Leonard chuckled and groaned, leaning into you and pressing his forehead into the crook of your neck. You laughed and threw your arms around his neck, surprising him with the sudden hug. His arms slid around you snugly and you reveled in the tightness with which he embraced you.
"Uh oh." You laughed and Leonard pulled back, looking at you before following your gaze to the window again.
He shook his head and laughed at Jo who had returned, her little eyes peeping at from behind the curtain now, more discrete than before, but still visible.
"She's too smart for her own good." Leonard sighed, dropping his hands from your waist.
"Just like her daddy." You teased, fixing a lock of his hair that fell out of place.
He smirked playfully and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, "Guess I better go catch that little rascal."
He turned to go but stopped, your hand still in his and he drew back towards you, pulling your hand to his his mouth, the press of his warm lips making you blush.
"Darlin' I'm sorry about today. I will make it up to you, I promise.” He breathed, nuzzling your hand. “Are we okay?"
"We're okay." You nodded, drawing him quickly to you and pressing a quick kiss to lips.
Finally letting you go he turned and started towards the door, Jo's little eyes going wide again, but this time she didn't run away, just smiled as she saw her daddy approaching. Leonard swung the doors open, revealing Jo and the music of the hall flowed out into the retreating sunset.
"What do you think you're doing, little miss?" Leonard teased, looking down at his daughter.
Jo only giggled in response and played with a decal on her dress.
"You know how I have to punish you, you little peeping tom?" He knelt down so he was eye level with the little girl.
"How?" She asked sadly, her little lip pouting.
"With a tiCKLE ATTACK!!" Leonard yelled and reached for Jo who realized quickly what was going on and dashed away screeching, Leonard's hands missing her by inches.
You were left on the balcony, watching the love of your life, your best friend, the best father in the world, scoop up his little girl and laugh with her as he attacked her with tickles.
And you wondered how in the world you ever going to tame your messy heart.
-Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!-
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Intro: So this is the second installment of my Motivation Ficlets mini-series thing - this time featuring a very soft very gentle Bones. Enjoyyy
Pairing: Bones x reader
Word Count: 732
-Enjoy!-
You dreamed of your bed and a warm cup of tea all the way home. Exhaustion pulled at your eyelids, making them heavy, and frustration curled at your brain. You just couldn’t seem to do anything right today at the lab and your constant, little failures replayed and replayed in your mind.
Finally sliding in the door to your quarters, you quickly realized you weren’t alone. A dark, familiar figure stood near the window, the light from the lamp casting a warm ambiance over him and you smiled to yourself.
He didn’t seem to notice you as you padded into the room and you were struck dumfounded by the sight in front of you. He was swaying gently, his fingers tapping against his sides and his head tilted back just so, but you knew what he was doing. He was dancing. You noticed then the headphones plugged into his ears, connected to probably his PADD that was set onto the end table next to him.
You watched him for a few more minutes in silence, enjoying how loose and relaxed he was, and when he turned slightly you could see him mouthing along to the words.
Approaching him now you slid up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, making him tense and jump for a second and pull the headphones from his ears.
“Hi.” You smiled into his shoulderblades.
“Geez darlin’, you scared me.” Leonard chuckled, tossing the headphones aside and placing his hands over yours, giving them a quick squeeze.
You mumbled an apology into the back of his shirt and pressed your face tightly against the fabric and the muscles underneath.
“What were you listening to?” You asked as his fingers entwined with yours.
“Something from back home, a song my mom used to play me and we would sing together, her on the guitar, me singing along.” He responded.
“Can I hear it?”
“You have to let me go first.” He teased, pulling at your hands, but you held fast, mumbling protests into his back.
“What’s the matter, darlin’?” Leonard asked, stroking your fingers now.
“Nothin’.” You squeezed him tighter.
“Long day?”
You nodded into his back, the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt nearly lulling you to sleep.
“Wanna talk about it?”
You shook your head
“Alright.” He reached for the PADD now, unplugging the headphones and tapping on the screen a little, and soon a soft tune filled the room.
You listened in silence, leaning against Leonard, and smiled at the song. It was soft and sweet, the words calming, and you imagined a young Leonard singing along with his mom.
Then, very gently, he started swaying again, and by the rumble of his chest you could tell he was saying the words along with the song. His fingers danced over yours, gliding up your forearms to your elbow, and back down again in time to the music, and you wondered for a moment if he’d ever played piano.
Slowly you unwound yourself from him and let him turn to face you, his hands falling instantly around your waist, and he smiled down at you, his mouth still moving to the words of the song. You slid your hands up his chest to the back of his neck and brought his forehead to yours.
He began to sway again, moving you with him this time, and you found yourself smiling, getting into the soft falls and lifts of the music. Leonard was near singing now, his voice low and gravely, a voice you could listen to forever, and he was actually very good as he sang along.
You stayed like that for a while. In his steady warm arms, rocking in slow circles, the song playing on a loop over and over, each time becoming more familiar.
Eventually your head came to rest on his chest and his chin pressed against your temple, hands holding you close to him, up against his chest. Your eyes drifted closed and you could feel yourself fading into exhaustion.
Leonard must have noticed because he whispered, "So tired, darlin'" into your hair before leading you to the bed and laying you down, pulling the covers up to your chin and pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Goodnight, darlin’, tomorrow is a new day, which we will tackle together, no matter what it throws at us.”
Intro: So this is another drabble (I know I haven’t posted one in a while) and it is for the lovely @8bit-arc-reactor who messaged me with the request.
The colour for this one is red and the prompt was “I love you, you asshole.”
I wrote a whole other drabble but felt the story was more Jim than Bones so I am probably going to turn it into a fic for Jim.
Pairing: Bones x reader
Word Count: 649
-Enjoy!-
"We need to talk." Leonard grabbed you by the waist and swung you unwillingly into the nearest broom closet.
"What the hell, Bones? I have patients to see." You grumbled, reaching for the doorknob, but he blocked your way.
You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him through furrowed brows.
"What was with you last night, Y/N?" He asked, mirroring your stance and crossing his arms.
You groaned internally, shutting your eyes. You had hoped he wasn't going to bring it up, "Nothing, Bones, nothing, okay?"
"Sure, if nothin' means 'I'm-going-to-fight-everyone'." He sounded pissed now.
"So I yelled at a few guys, what's the big deal, you're not my father." You frowned.
Leonard looked exasperated and began to pace in the small closet, which made you feel suddenly very claustrophobic.
"You didn't just yell, darlin', you got into a fist-fight and I had to pull you off one of the crewman so you wouldn't break every damn bone in his face!" As he explained, his voice threaded with malice, the memories came back in bits and pieces.
Shit.
"I-I..." You started, dropping your hands to your sides, playing with the hem of your uniform.
"And then I had to carry you back to the medbay, use the dermal regenerator on your knuckles, and tuck you into bed." Leonard was furious now, pacing back and forth like a madman, his eyes on the floor.
"DAMNIT WILL YOU STOP PACING!" You yelled and he stopped in his tracks, looking over at you with annoyance.
"Look, I'm sorry," You approached him, and you tried to keep your tone neutral, "I'm sorry I'm such a big hassle. It's not like stitching people up is your job or something."
"Dear god, you're nearly as stubborn as I am." Leonard moaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Well at least I'm not an asshole." You jabbed.
When Leonard didn't respond your rolled your eyes and reached for the doorknob, "Well, if we're done here I..."
"Do you remember what you said when I tucked you into your bed?" Leonard's voice was much softer now, almost strained.
You turned to face him, suddenly nervous as you searched your brain for what you said, "No..."
"You said you loved me." Leonard said, as if it was as plain and simple as that.
"I-I did?" Though you weren't surprised, when you were drunk the truth spills out of you like a river during a rainstorm.
Leonard nodded tersely and you suddenly wished you could read his mind.
"Oh." Was all you could manage to say.
The tension in the room was palpable, and you knew there was something unsaid between the two of you.
After a few moments you decided to end this painful silence and snapped at him, "Well I'm sorry that I said that, okay? It's not my fault that I get real truthful when I drink."
"So it's true?" Leonard's voice was small, intrigued.
You blinked at him, just then realizing that you had ruined everything.
Well it’s now or never.
"Fine. I do. I love you, you asshole." You grumbled, meaning to turn and dash out of the room, your cheeks red with embarrassment.
"Oh thank god." You heard Leonard whisper and were stopped by his hands on your shoulders. Then on your neck. Then tangled in your hair.
Your protests were silenced by his lips on yours.
You were startled by the sudden kiss, almost forgetting to breathe due to the sudden flush of sensation that his hands and lips were eliciting. You lost all restraint and wound your arms around his waist, pulling him closer.
He pressed you up against the closed door and broke the kiss softly, his face inches from yours.
"I love you too." He breathed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear sweetly.
"Oh thank god." You mimicked, pulling him down into another passionate kiss.
-Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!-
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Below is my rationale for the use of the colour red in this story:
So I think the use of colour here is pretty obvious. Red in the anger and hostility between Leonard and the reader. Red in the embarrassment that the reader feels when confronted. Red in the first kiss that the two share.
Intro: So this was requested by the lovely @eenterprise! Thank you so much! This was so fun to write!
-I was wondering if you could do a piece about BonesxReader where the reader gets a weird disease where they keep singing everything they are saying and everyone thinks it’s really funny but Bones keeps trying to act annoyed but really he thinks it super cute.
Pairing: Bones x reader (but like not reallyish)
Word Count: 1884
Triggers: None, lots of hiccupping and fluff, bad music puns at the end
Summary: See request above, that’s exactly what it is. Just fluff!
-Enjoy!-
The hiccuping had started around dinnertime, which you assumed was normal, until you went to bed, still hiccuping. It kept you up all night and seemed to get worse as the early hours of the morning dawned.
You tossed and turned until finally you had enough. Pulling on regular clothes you strode purposefully down the hall, arms swinging, probably looking like a crazy person as every other step you took you let out a high-pitched hiccup.
Reaching the medbay you stomped in, the floor quiet except for a few nurses milling around.
"Do you - hicc! - know where Dr. - hicc! - McCoy is?" You asked to one of the nurses who approached you.
"In his office, I believe." She responded, giving you a weird look.
"Thank - hicc! - you." You rolled your eyes at yourself as the hiccups interrupted everything you were saying.
You walked over to Bones' office door and knocked, though you were sure you didn't need to as he could probably hear your hiccups echoing through the door.
"Come in." You heard faintly and swung the door open.
You must have looked crazy, standing in the doorway, hair a mess from being up all night, shirt buttoned up wrong, hands on your hips, hiccuping.
"Y/N? What are you doing up so early?" Bones raised an eyebrow and looked slightly amused at your distressed appearance.
"I - hicc! - have had the hicc - hicc! - ups since last night and they d - hicc! - on't seem to be going away - hicc!" You explained quickly, trying to get words in in between hiccups but failing miserably.
"So you decided that 4:30 in the morning was the right time to come in?" Bones grumbled but got up from his desk and strode over to you.
"I can't sleep." You spat out quickly before you could hiccup.
"Alright then, let's check you out." Bones took you by your elbow into the medbay and sat you down on an exam table.
He examined the inside of your throat, asked you a bunch of questions, and listened to your lungs.
"Well I can't see anything immediately wrong but I can give you something to help you sleep and hopefully the hiccups will be gone tomorrow." Bones shrugged as he put his equipment away.
You were disappointed with the outcome, but you agreed with him, maybe it was just the hiccups. So you took the sleep-aid and slunked home.
The sleep-aid knocked you out for a few hours, but you were awoken by a nasty bout of cough-hiccuping, your throat feeling sore and tingly when you could finally breathe again.
You knew you should probably go back and see Bones, but you didn't want to bother him again after you had just visited him. So you decided to stick it out and got ready for work.
Throughout the day your throat kept feeling weirder and weirder, like every time you hiccuped your throat would rumble, as if in a hum. You worked on the bridge as a navigation technician, and thankfully your job didn't involve too much talking. Over time the hiccups began to fade, but it left your throat feeling swollen and sore, and your voice began to become raspy.
Unfortunately your vow of silence didn't last long as you heard Captain Kirk talking to Scotty about sending Ensign Chekov down to the engineering room to help, and you knew you were his replacement.
"Lieutenant Y/N, will you replace Mr. Chekov for a while so he can go help Scotty in the engineering room?" Kirk asked, and you pressed your eyes shut in frustration before getting up from your seat and taking Chekov's.
Now suddenly every breath you took felt and sounded like a hum, and you were very self-conscious about other people hearing.
"Lieutenant Y/N, what are our coordinates?" Kirk asked and you checked the screen in front of you.
"500 mark 3, captain." You squeaked, your voice barely audible as you wheezed.
You felt Pilot Sulu's eyes flick to you in confusion and you could tell Captain Kirk was staring at the back of your head.
"Are you alright, Lieutenant?" Kirk asked.
You cleared your throat, which sounded more like a trill, and responded, "Yes."
You immediately slapped your hands over your mouth. The word had come out of your mouth as if you had sung it, one melodic tone of 'yes'.
Sulu turned his head to look at you now, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, what was that?" Kirk asked again and your cheeks burned in embarrassment.
You gulped, the action stinging your throat, and you removed your hands from your mouth tentatively.
"I'm fine." The syllables flew out of your mouth in a high tune, and now the entire bridge swiveled their chairs to look at you.
You heard Kirk get up from his captain's chair and walk over to you. When he stopped in front of your console, resting his arms on top of it, he spoke, "Are you singing?"
You shook your head, "I'm not trying to, sir." You sung unintentionally, and you looked up at him desperately.
Kirk regarded you with a straight face for a moment, before bursting into laughter. Your eyes widened at his mocking, and slightly unprofessional, behaviour and your head fell into your hands.
"No keep talking... I mean singing... hahaha!" Kirk sputtered.
You shook your head furiously, pressing your fingers over your mouth lest words begin to escape.
"OH come on, Y/N, sing it to me!!" Kirk encouraged and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his beaming face and toothy grin.
"Fine!" You sang, and cleared your throat painfully before continuing, "I don't know why you find this so funny, Captain, there is something wrong with my voice."
The words came out as if you were singing along to inaudible music, the syllables flowing from your mouth at different speeds and different pitches to match the tune.
Kirk began to roar in laughter again, and you heard scattered chuckles around the bridge. Now you began to laugh as well, your laughter high and tinkling due to whatever was wrong with your throat, which made you and the crew laugh even harder.
You didn't even see Kirk on his com until you heard the words, "Bones, you have to come down and see this."
"NO, Captain Kirk, I can go down to the medbay." You trilled and rose from your chair.
"No way, Lieutenant, you are staying here, this is too damn funny."
You crossed your arms and sat back down in your chair, hard, sulking and pouting at the Captain.
Sooner than you would have liked Bones came through the lift doors, a black med-kit in his hand. Kirk greeted him by patting him on the shoulder and saying a few words to him, both their eyes flicking to you. Your cheeks flamed again and you sat low in your chair, wishing you could disappear. Bones didn't smile, just looked at you curiously, and Kirk was jumping around like a kid who had too much sugar and he came over and smacked the console in front of you with two hands.
"Sing, Lieutenant, SING!" He demanded cheerfully and you wanted to punch him.
You turned your attention to Bones who looked confused and annoyed as he set his med-kit down by Kirk's chair and stood to your right, his arms crossed, looking impatient.
You took a deep breath in and opened your mouth, silently praying that your voice had returned to normal. It hadn't.
"Hello there, Bones." You sung, and almost laughed when he raised his eyebrows in bewilderment.
"What in the..." Bones began but you interrupted, getting out of your chair.
"I think it has something to do with the hiccups." Your voice was high and soft as you tried to explain. It pissed you off.
"Is this some sort of joke?" Bones' brows furrowed and he looked at you and Jim suspiciously.
"I wish it was." You sang and crossed your arms over your chest.
Bones turned to Jim, giving him a glare, “Why didn't call me earlier?"
"Awww, come on, Bones, it's funny!" Kirk slapped Bones on the shoulder with a grin. Bones didn't return the smile.
"This could be a medical emergency, she could be infected with something..." Bones began, his mind quickly turning to doctor mode as he stalked to his med-kit and pulled out his tricorder.
"I feel okay..." You tried to reassure the doctor, but when you said "okay" your voice decided to hit a high note and you had to clasp your hand over your mouth to cut it off.
Bones glared at Kirk who had begun to laugh harder, now doubled over.
Bones stalked over to you and grabbed you by your elbow, not too gently either, and tugged you in the direction of the turbo-lift. He mumbled something about getting you to the medbay and "damn it Jim" and the last thing you heard before the lift doors closed behind you was Kirk whining at Bones for taking you away.
He scanned his tricorder over you in the lift and you just stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to say, or, you guess, sing. Thankfully he didn't ask you any questions until you got back to the medbay and he sat you down on an exam bed.
"Tell me, Y/N, what are your symptoms." He questioned gruffly, looking down at his PADD rather than at you.
"Umm... well let's see, I had terrible hiccups, my throat started to really hurt, and, I don't know, now I SING EVERYTHING I SAY!" You responded, your voice never hitting a wrong note, and though you meant to sound angry, it came out as more of a loud melody.
Bones' lips wavered as if he was suppressing a smile, before frowning deeply, his eyes still on the PADD.
"Did you eat anything funny, or go anywhere unusual?"
"Well I just got back from that away mission lead by Spock, maybe I picked something up there?" You serenaded, and his eyes finally met yours, sparkling with amusement.
"You do have a nice voice." He noted and couldn't hide a cute grin.
"Shut up. Just fix me." You scolded with two high notes.
"Now don't go getting all your ballads in a bunch." He was smiling now, pretty much beaming at you, and you couldn't help but smile back.
"I'm going to killll you!" You threatened.
"If you do, darlin', there will be no one left to cure you, you will be stuck singing everything. Forever." Bones teased and tapped the end of the hypo he had just prepared off your chin.
"That might not be so bad..." You imagined as you sang, Bones applying the hypo to your neck.
"That feel any better?" He asked, stepping back, but his hand was still rested on your shoulder.
You cleared your throat, "Testing 1...2... damn!" You swore as your voice continued to rise and fall to a silent song.
Bones laughed now, and you couldn't help but smile up at him.
"Don't worry, darlin', we'll get to the bottom of this, even if it tuns out you need an 'opera'-ation."
This was going to be a long night.
-Thanks for reading! Once again thanks to @eenterprise for the request! Hope you enjoyed it! Bon soir! -
