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seasideretreat · 8 months

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Reflections

I know y'all want to hear from me, so I put my pen to paper again, or rather I sit down behind my computer again, to write. I am actually entirely uninspired, or rather I have no method. But that's no matter. I can do whatever I want. I can write pointless, meandering things that are about nothing, and I will still be happy - I'll be happy, darnit! You know what it is, sometimes we wonder so bad about something that it seems the whole of existence, but when we look at it more closely, it really doesn't matter at all. Still, we don't want to zoom in; we don't want to look closely. We just want to survive and live and all that crap. It ain't realistic. It's foolish.

We are reminded here again of Hemingway's saying that writing was just sitting down and bleeding. You know, I never believed this, because I knew you got to be able to say something - you know, force yourself. That is the essence of acting. However, yeah. That's science for ya. I like science, but I am a humanities man, I am learned, not skilled. A humanities man thrives on wisdom and learnedness, whereas a STEM-guy thrives on skill and intelligence. You got to be skilled to do physics. It's not really a matter of knowing many things. Humanities ain't either about knowing many facts, but it is more about quality rather than quantity, in every way; and that's what my primary school teacher said about me: he's quality over quantity. I suppose that's surprising for someone stumbling unto this blog, seeing all those words - not much quality there. But the truth is, I can't write much more during the day than this. You know, there was a Dutch author who said he wrote only 200 words per day. That seems a little few. He said he used to write more, but back then he didn't know what writing was. You know, that really pisses me off. I can write an infinity of words, but it'll all be meaningless; still, it might be writing in some weird sense, because there's words on paper, maybe that's enough. You know, Stanley Kubrick said that at this point the best thing he could think of for a young filmmaker to do was to pick up a video-camera and just film something. Doesn't that fill you with wonder? Everything is worth a movie!

You know, writing really fills me with peacefulness and joy. I like coming up with things to write, and I like to express myself I suppose. I'd say I like the process. What else is there to any activity? You know, I was thinking of Peter Parker's scenes on the motorcycle, I think in Spider-man 2. It's really cool. Peter Parker is a science egghead and he's a superhero in his free time, but meanwhile he makes ends meet delivering pizza. Now does he like the process of delivering pizza? It's a bit of a no-brainer. He doesn't. He probably likes the money. Maybe he liked that it puts his mind off things. You know, but sometimes we don't have a process, that's bad right. When we do something, and we know it's gonna work, but there ain't no process and we just end up with a lacklustre result immediately. That's terrible. Anyway, I was really inspired by Peter Parker. There's something nice about science, but weirdly enough if you know nothing about it it's not so fun, you know, because we like to discover new truths, we like to understand perhaps, you know, but that's all trivial. I used to enjoy reading about vulcanic eruptions and so on when I was a child, but I don't think I was ever instilled with an awe for science. You know, I even read Leonard Susskind's Physics: The theoretical minimum (I forget if that's the exact title) but I did not read it attentively, so I didn't get anything from it. I don't even remember what anything in it was. But obviously Peter Parker wasn't even a physics guy I think, he's more a biogenetics and chemistry I think, although he might be a kind of all round science guy. The thing is, I used to be on my way to become a well-rounded, grounded guy when I studied City Planning in Breda, but I left that all behind because I was seduced by the image of being a wise and learned scholar. Now what makes a scholar? "A specialist in a particular branch of study, especially the humanities." says the dictionary. Now I am bit of a stoicism scholar, but I wouldn't call myself a specialist by any means. Also, all my work at the university was on other things. I tried to deepen my knowledge of post-colonial theory - you know, it stimulated me, the terminology, the writing style, the eloquence, but I kind of hate stuck up immigrant writers and minority spokesmen. In other words, it didn't do me any good to study post-colonialism. But it kind of suits me. I also write weirdly sometimes, just like those guys. You know, I suppose we live in an age where the work of the mind is greatly underrated. But then, what does a scholar have to contribute to the modern world? Now I guess it was never easy, but scholars have always been very important in the world, but nowadays everyone is isolated. On the internet, everybody is a goddamned scholar. You know, everybody likes history, so history remains a very vivid field for scholarship, but the problem is that when we discover something about history it is usually not all that ground-breaking; whereas if you discover something in physics, it is very groundbreaking. You know, it's like we're saying: I want to understand nature. It's a bit silly actually. You don't say: I want to understand reality. That sounds very different. People see a tree and think: hey, nature! But your computer is nature too. A tree is alive, but that's biology. What does physics even really study? You know, we learned calculus in school, and I suppose that was like a really logical step for the educators, but I look into calculus and I really don't understand why I still don't know a lick about stuff like number theory, arithmetic or whatever. Why do I have to learn calculus when I will never be a mathematician? Or rather, why don't I learn what mathematics means for the independent thinking person? But I suppose school is not focussed on making us independent thinkers, it is just meant to prepare us for the job market, although I doubt you really use calculus there at all. And I am a mailman now. What was the point of all that education when I can't even find a decent job?

And I can't help but think that school is just a nice pastime for the kids, but nobody structures it that way; and I never thought about the future when I was young.

#rambling #nonsense #absurdity

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deer-time · 3 years

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So far I haven't seen anyone talk about Vanya watching Pogo die. I'm curious to hear your thoughts on that scene

holy shit holy smokes I have SO many thoughts thank you so much Anon because there’s a lot of subtext and so many interesting dialogue choices, blocking choices, and musical choices that add so much to the scene. Major fucking props to Elliot Page for his stellar acting and major props to the CGI team for the subtle emotions on Pogo’s face, as well as Adam Godley for a heart-wrenching voice performance.

you know its a big deal when i actually rewatch the scene instead of going off my shitty memory

I’m gonna try and break it down so let’s actually start by establishing the vibe between these two before this scene.

Episode 1 established that Vanya does love Pogo or at least to some degree she does, she is someone that she trusts. He’s the one who tells her that the mansion will always be her home, he’s the one who tries to assure her her father did love her (that’s fucked up Pogo, come on man), and he’s concerned about her safety (offering to call her a cab). Vanya’s defenses are still there but they aren’t as raised as they are with Diego or Allison, there is some level of trust in their relationship (she opens up about the sandwiches in an attempt to make small talk, she does not actively make an attempt with her other family members). If she was stuck in the house while her siblings were out, no doubt she probably latched onto this old chimpanzee as a pseudo-father figure.

She trusts Pogo, she is not aware of his complacency in her abuse. Pogo holds affections to all of them but I do think there was a bond between Vanya and him that’s being alluded to here.

Let’s fast forward to the scene now that we’ve established there is a bond, because we have set-up so let’s have some pay-off:

Vanya tearing down the mansion is a fucking treat to watch, there’s no denying that. However, the events leading up to it are sad, distressing, she should never have reached this point of destruction. She was betrayed by the people she loved (Allison with the rumor, Leonard with the journal, and her siblings by locking her in a cage and walking away and leaving her there). She’s breaking down mentally and she’s taking the house down with her - she is both tearing down her cage and herself.

Look at how calmly she’s walking, she’s done.

So when she gets to the living room (is that what it’s called?) and she has the flashback of Reginald telling at her to be quiet, yeah she’s fucking pissed. He tore apart her life, he told her time and time again to be quiet, continuously muted her (physically with the cage, mentally with reinforcing the rumor). She is done with Reginald, she’s done with it all. Except-

(We’re going line by line now)

“Miss Vanya, that’s quite enough!” Pogo talks to her like a child throwing a tantrum and in some ways, she is. He talks to all of the Hargreeves if they were children and in many ways, they really all are. They’ve never grown up, Vanya never got the chance to grow up. When was the last time she was in touch with her emotions, before they were strangled by her pills? When she was four years old. Of course everything is overwhelming, she’s been sedated for years now.

“Miss Vanya, I under how upset you are. But I can assure that none of your siblings bear any of the responsibility for what happened to you as a child.” Pogo is trying to defend the other Hargreeves and to some extent, what he’s saying is true. But the thing is...what happened to her as a child is continuing into her adulthood and destroying her life. She has lived sedated and under the influence of a poorly thought out rumor. She’s struggling physically and mentally. What happened to her as a child is still clearly fucking her life up and the other Hargreeve siblings contributed to it, unknowingly or not.

And when she turns to them, her eyes turn brown again. She is herself and she needs to be to hear his answer. This is someone she trusts, this is someone she has turned to for comfort time and again throughout her childhood and when she moves towards him, pretending to be lax and casual, you can tell there’s a storm brewing. She doesn’t want him to be a part of this, she doesn’t want to believe that another person she thought could trust is complicit in this fucked up conspiracy of her life.

She asks anyways: “Did you know?”

Listen to her, she’s on the verge of tears and she so desperately wants Pogo to say no, she wants to spare him but only if he admits that he still cares, that he wasn’t a betrayer. This is an opportunity for him to escape, to lie, and Pogo, who has been so wrapped up in keeping secrets throughout the season, now knows that lying will only make things worse. He tells the truth but he does it in a way that let’s us know what we’ve always known: Pogo’s loyalties have always lied with Reginald, never with the children.

“Your father discovered...that you were capable of great things. Much like your brothers and sister. But your powers were...too great. He only wanted to protect you from yourself as well as your siblings.” Vanya has been told she’s ordinary, that she is not worth much because of that. Now she’s being told she was too great? Pogo pretty much just said: You will never be good enough.

Then the last line...fuck he has shifted the blame onto her, that her father was only doing what was best, that she was too dangerous. Pogo, what the fuck.

Vanya asks again, she needs to hear him say it, and there is no triumph in this scene, this is another betrayal of someone she thought she was close to, someone she could trust. All he’s done is say you’re not enough and you’re too dangerous.

Major fucking props to the CGI on this part where Pogo is silent, he is thinking this over. He has spent years fanning the flames of this lie and if he lied again, if he said, Vanya would not have killed him. But Pogo knows the time for lies is over, that Vanya, who is a little girl that is hurting from years worth of abuse and lies, deserves the truth: “Yes, Miss Vanya. I knew.”

There is no one left that has not betrayed her in some way or another, Pogo has just admitted it. Vanya hangs her head, her face grows shadowed and both the gears in the audience’s head and Pogo’s head are turning: what will she do? Then she looks up and her eyes are silver. Vanya is letting go of any sliver of hope she once had for her family, she’s done. She thought had a bond with Pogo, a level of trust from a bond forged in childhood to one quieter in adulthood but still there. It’s gone and he’s said as much.

She lifts him in the air and keeps him there, lets him writhe in agony in a similar way to Leonard. Both of them have betrayed her, both of them are going to pay for it.

Look at where she flings him! The symbolism is SO fucking blatant here: He is impaled on antlers underneath Reginald’s portrait. The show has shown us these taxidermied animals (she’s turned Pogo into one) and how Reginald’s portrait looms over them. She knows where his loyalties die now and in some ways, it reads to me as Vanya saying: “You will die like a dog by your master’s side.”

She’s watching someone she thought she could trust die, she did that to him. She’s not enjoying his suffering, she didn’t relish in the act of impaling him, but she did because that is what she believe needs to be done (the parallels between this and Leonard’s death...fuck man). She needs to be sure he dies, she’s not taking any chances While he dies, he is being forced to look into the eyes of his killer, the killer he helped create.

The music is sorrowful as Pogo gasps for air, blood dribbling down his mouth. As with any Vanya soundtracks, there is a heavy use of strings, strings are Vanya’s instrument. It’s grieving, Vanya is grieving for what she has lost and for what she never had to begin with.

Thank you so much for the question, it was a real treat to go through the scene again and just dig into how phenomenal it is. I hope this somewhat answered your question, even if I did go a bit overboard!

#the umbrella academy #tua meta #i think?#deer rambles #so sorry this got real long #i got REALLY excited sdhfjks #Anonymous #tua #vanya hargreeves

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in-tua-deep · 4 years

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20 for Vanya?

20. What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

I have a lot of what-ifs and alternate timelines for Vanya lmao, especially ones that prevent the apocalypse because I’m a sucker for a happy ending tbh

What if Vanya was included? Why not? Klaus’s powers weren’t useful for missions, Allison’s story for Claire was literally like “yeah Klaus got distracted by ghosts in the background lol” so it’s not like a kid without offensive powers couldn’t do it

you have rebellious Vanya aus, where she decides, like some neglected children do, so act out. If her father isn’t going to acknowledge anything good about her, she’s going to make him acknowledge the bad. Punishment might be the only time he pays attention to her, after all.

(let’s call this an au where the pills suppress her powers but not so much her emotions)

So you have an au where she sneaks out and joins the missions. She breaks into the mausoleum and picks Klaus up and stares her father down with a challenge in her eyes.

Five vanishes, and Vanya gets worse. She plays her violin at 2 in the morning. She refuses to eat her broccoli. she teams up with diego to see who can piss dad off the most

(her and Diego actually get along very well in this sort of au, honestly)

Vanya gets out and plays the violin and gets angry. She plays with fury and fire and gets second chair, because Helen is actually really very good. But she makes Helen work for it. Helen isn’t secure in her position, she always knows that Vanya is a step away from taking it from her

and maybe that should make them enemies, but it doesn’t. They’re rivals. Helen respects the hell out of Vanya, and Vanya can’t help but admire the woman who makes the most difficult pieces look effortless

(RIVALS TO LOVERS: VIOLIN EDITION)

Vanya writes her book. Except she kicks down Diego’s boiler room door and is like “DIEGO”

“WHAT”

“I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK ABOUT HOW MUCH DAD FUCKING SUCKS”

“I’LL BE RIGHT THERE”

as one of the rebel kids, Vanya actually got along well with Klaus as well since she helped him sneak out and 100% also smoked at least some weed with him because it would piss off Reggie tbh though she didn’t get into the harder drugs like he did

(showing up absolutely plastered to breakfast when they were sixteen was hilarious even if the laps they had to run around the block were not)

anyway Klaus crashes at her apartment sometimes, with supervision, because she loves Klaus but he has a problem and has stolen from her before but he’s still her brother but regardless

Klaus-Diego-Vanya sleepovers where they brainstorm the book to shit talk their father. Honestly it’s kind of a blast. They all get super wine drunk and end up watching Mary Poppins together with some Very Loud Opinions about nannies in general tbh

klaus throwing popcorn at the screen: BOO WHY WAS OUR CHILDHOOD NOT A MUSICAL???

diego: idk if you can have cheery musicals about child soldiers

vanya: i mean if they can have a musical about child labor in factories and the starvation of the workers in oliver twist you could do something with child superheroes

klaus: EXACTLY thank you vanya

they publish the book (luther is uNHAPPY, vanya dedicates her book to ‘all my siblings who survived the Reginald Regime but especially those who didn’t’, and she gifts Reggie a copy that says “fuck you lol” and is signed by her, diego, and klaus), they continue living, they go to the funeral when reggie kicks the bucket

and then five shows up, feral and aching

and five tells vanya about the apocalypse, and vanya thinks about their father saying time travel messed with the mind, and then she thinks - fuck the old man he was wrong about her (ordinary, fuck that, she’s Vanya Fucking Hargreeves) and he was probably wrong about Five, too

and Five is wholeheartedly believed

“Let me call Diego,” Vanya says when Five tells her about the eye, “I bet he could totally wear a police uniform and get info about the eye. And if not, I’m absolutely sure Klaus could improvise a solution. He’s good at that.”

“Klaus??” Five asks, vaguely suspicious.

“We don’t talk about the Sleepover of 2012.” Vanya intones solemnly, and refuses to answer any further questions on the topic.

Harold Jenkins comes to the apartment and tries to woo Vanya or whatever, and Vanya is kind of like... “Look, Leonard. I can be your teacher for violin. It’s my job. But I am in a relationship. And also like, super gay. If you have a problem with that then I am not the teacher for you.”

Actually scratch Diego and Klaus getting called, which they do, Vanya looks at them and her thirteen year old brother and is like “wait. actually i know someone infinitely better to crack this case wide open.”

“Who?” Five, Klaus, and Diego all ask

“My girlfriend.” Vanya says proudly, called Helen up.

And Helen walks into the building like she’s at fucking war and has such demanding confidence that they just give her the information she seeks and apologize for inconveniencing her.

“Hey Vanya are we still on for date night tomorrow?” Helen casually asks after, and Five kind of wants to be her when he grows up honestly after watching her verbally eviscerate Lance or whatever the fuck his name is

“Yeah.” Vanya confirms, “Unless there’s other apocalypse stuff to do?”

“You take all the time you need, honey.” Helen says warmly, “After all the more time you take the less you have to practice.”

“I’m gonna destroy the concert piece and you know it.” Vanya threatens.

Helen sniffs, “Okay, whatever you say second chair.”

and then they kiss and Helen ditches and the others just kind of look at Vanya judgingly

“In fairness, she’s very hot and very talented.” Vanya defends herself.

Klaus nods sagely. Vanya nods back. He gets it.

“Concert piece?” Diego asks, because he has priorities.

“Yeah, I’ve already asked for tickets for all of you and you will be attending Diego.” Vanya smiles prettily with all her teeth.

“When is it?” Five asks

“April 1st.” Vanya tells him, “And no that isn’t an April Fools joke. You will attend and you will marvel at my skill. And maybe run interference between Helen and Allison because I’m kind of afraid they’re going to rip each others throats out to establish dominance.”

“That’s the day of the apocalypse.” Five informs her.

“Not on my goddamn watch.” Vanya says, because her family will attend her fucking concert and they will make awkward small talk with her girlfriend and the fucking apocalypse has better lay down and get over itself because nothing can stop Vanya’s goddamn plans

“I can investigate Meritech more.” Diego offers, because Lance-or-whatever-his-name-is is clearly shady as shit, “I have police contacts I could go through. Hey Vanya, your concert tickets include a plus one?”

“They can.” Vanya shrugs.

“Sweet, let me see if Patch can come.”

“She’s way too good for you, bro.”

“Shut your goddamn mouth.”

Anyway the point is they all go home, and Diego goes to talk to his police contacts and Five is definitely at home for when Hazel and Cha-Cha attack the mansion, oops.

“Whomst the FUCK.” Vanya yells, kicking Hazel in the crotch because she’s Vanya Fucking Hargreeves she knows self defense thank you very much

“Ah.” Five says. “Hazel. How’s it going.”

“Just peachy.” Hazel wheezes, “Why’d you betray the Commission?”

“Well, you know. They cut the dental. That was really the last straw.” Five says, sarcastically.

“The dental.” Hazel echoes back, nodding very seriously, “I fucking know. You know physical therapy isn’t even covered anymore?”

“No shit?” Five says, “I mean you’d think with a job as physical as ours...”

“I know.” Hazel howls, vindicated.

“Five.” Vanya says, rolling her eyes, “The house?”

“Oh, right.” Five frowns, looking at Hazel, “I mean. Can you like, leave? And not come back?”

“‘Fraid not.” Hazel actually sounds somewhat apologetic, “You know what the Commission is like. They’re really gunning for you.”

Five nods, because really what did he expect, “Can you leave like, temporarily? I mean you’d pretty clearly outnumbered. I don’t even know where Cha-Cha is, but judging by the furious yelling she probably met our sister and brother and Luther is hard to kill. Trust me, if he wasn’t we would have killed him when we were like, eight. But for real, can you get out of our house? I mean. Storming the den? Seriously? What kind of information did they even give you?”

“They didn’t give us any information.” Hazel responds back, sounding appropriately outraged, “They didn’t even tell us you could teleport.”

“Well that’s just rude. You’d think they wanted you dead or something.” Five muses, “But seriously, get out of my house.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” Hazel admits, and leaves, because honestly Hazel is chill like that and knows when he’s lost. And Hazel also has a lot to think about. Like the fact that the Commission sucks and doesn’t even have dental, and how pretty the donut lady is.

and Vanya is just like... okay. Weird. Is that going to happen again? Probably? I mean. Okay, this day has already been so goddamn weird. This week, honestly.

And they keep getting attacked by the Commission. And Vanya finds out someone broke into her apartment and stole her meds. What the fuck.

“Did your shitty assassin friends do this?” Vanya asks, waving an empty pill bottle.

“Why would they?” Five asks, honestly confused.

“Because they’re assholes?” Vanya says, honestly outraged.

“You got me there.” Five admits.

The combined forces of Diego-and-Patch (because Patch is actually thrilled that Diego is asking for help regarding an actual fucking crime) figure out that the eyeballs are being sold illegally

Klaus is not kidnapped so he’s fine, just tagging along and living his best life, however this also means that Klaus does not steal the briefcase and Hazel and Cha-Cha are fine

Vanya keeps Five close at hand because frankly she doesn’t want him to leave again and she did really miss him. Also if she does save the world she can lord it over Helen’s head forever.

And so Five is around when Vanya’s powers manifest, probably because they just got targeted by commission goons again because they’re trying real hard to kill five and separate Vanya

“Holy SHIT.” Five says, very intelligently, “You have POWERS.”

“Wow. Gonna have to write a fucking sequel to the shit-talking-dad book.” Vanya says, honestly a little light headed.

And then Vanya finds out her powers are sound based.

“Oh no.” Vanya says, “Where the fuck are my pills. I am not relearning how to play the violin with-powers a few days before the big concert Five, what the fuck.”

“But you need to learn to control them!” Five protests, “They’re your powers!”

“They’re a goddamn inconvenience is what they are.” Vanya states, “I mean, what am I going to do with them? Stop a bank robbery with the Umbrella Academy? Yeah, no thanks, that ship has sailed and sunk to the bottom of the ocean Titanic style. I’ll figure them out when I’m not in danger of blasting the audience halfway across the continent.”

“Yeah.” Five admits, “That’s fair.”

“Besides, if I’ve been on that shit as long as I have, and it’s been a long time, I cannot even IMAGINE what quitting cold turkey will do.” Vanya points out, very sensibly, like a siblings who has watched Klaus go through withdrawal symptoms more than once.

“Maybe there’s extra at the manor?” Five suggests, “Pogo probably knows.”

“Oh yeah I bet Pogo knows something.” Vanya mutters maybe a little bitterly.

They go back to the mansion and the Commission is honestly pulling their hair out tbh, and they ask Pogo who kind of pales and is like “UHHHH YES I CAN GET VANYA EXTRA PILLS” and goes to get them from whatever stash

“Fucking sweet.” Vanya whispers, entirely done with this situation, “The only adult male role model I had and he hid my powers from me and betrayed me. Love that for us.”

Five shrugs, “I mean, you’re right. All of our adult role models were all kinds of fucked up.”

“You vanished when we were 13.” Vanya says, “Didn’t you find like, any other adults ever?”

“Oh let me tell you about the Handler.” Five says, and proceeds to do just that. Because let’s be real, the Handler was the only human interaction Five had after forty odd years alone it was pretty damn important

Vanya, on the other hand, has strong plans to eviscerate the Handler should the two ever meet because Five deserved way better than to be forcibly made into an assassin?? honestly fuck that woman

that’s it that’s the au

Vanya finds out she has powers and is like “i have a LIFE i don’t want to interrupt it with bullshit POWERS,,, also going cold turkey off my meds seems like a bad idea if I don’t want to deal with withdrawal symptoms during my concert for fucks sake, my gf would never let me live it down if i skipped”

so vanya takes her meds, does NOT destroy the world, makes every one of her siblings go to the concert and even invites Hazel and Agnes after Hazel betrays Cha-Cha to join team No-Apocalypse.

and then introduces them all to her girlfriend

“Holy shit Vanya.” Helen deadpans, “Your family is all kinds of fucked up.”

“I know.” Vanya says, aggrieved, “It’s been a long fucking week. Want to go camping and help me figure out my cool sound based powers? Bet they’ll make me a better violin player than you.”

“I think the fuck not.” Helen hisses, always up for a challenge, “Let’s do this. Me and my violin vs. you and your dumb baby powers. You’re on.”

“FAMILY CAMPING TRIP.” Klaus hollers, with all the enthusiasm in his little heart.

“Holy shit this is going to be such a disaster, I just know it.” Diego mutters.

“Shut up, it’ll be nice.” Allison says, elbowing Diego with her pointy pointy elbows.

“It’s going to be a shitshow.” Vanya says serenely, because it is. That’s just who their family is.

Wouldn’t have it any other way, though

#rebel vanya au #vanya is a rebel with a cause #she's GAY she's got POWERS and she's NEW IN TOWN #vanya discovers her powers and is like 'nope no thank you' the au #i mean vanya was ALMOST like that in canon honestly #vanya and helen are enemies to lovers 500k slowburn orchestra au #vanya plays an extremely complicated piece flawlessly and then helen makes out with her in the concert hall broom closet #helen: i can't NOT fuck her #helen finds vanya's competence and confidence extremely sexy and it keeps her on her toes #vanya is honestly the same tbh with a side helping of 'my girlfriend can DESTROY you'#diego and vanya have matching 'reggie sux' friendship bracelets #allison would like to have a sibling relationship with vanya #allison: you could do better than helen #vanya: hell yeah I can i will wrench first chair away from her #helen: OVER MY DEAD BODY YOU WILL #vanya: I HAVE POWERS NOW JUST TRY ME #and then they make out and allison is left going... what??#far tua long #long post #ask game #headcanon game #Anonymous

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aaliyah-babe · 3 years

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The One With The Butt: Part One

pairings: eventual joey x reader, jamie x reader

authors note: i own nothing from friends, all credit goes to their respective owners. feedback is always appreciated!

feedback is the glue that holds my writing together!

you guys had gotten invited to the play that joey was in, you were sat next to pheobe on the end,

“oh look! look, there’s joeys picture! this is so exciting!” rachel squealed, showing you all joeys picture.

“you can always spot who’s never seen one of his plays before, notice no fear, no sense of impending doom...” chandler trailed off,

“the exclamation point in the titles scares me. you know, it’s not just freud, it’s freud!” pheobe exclaims, and you giggle at her.

the lights went down as you readied yourself for joeys plays, they weren’t all bad, but they weren’t all good, don’t get yourself wrong he was a good actor, he just chose the wrong stuff to act in.

“shh. the magic is about to happen!” ross shushed everyone

“well, eva,” you heard joey say with a german accent and you sighed, knowing it was gonna be another bust. “we’ve done some excellent work here,”

you looked at pheobe and she gave you the same look before you started giggling quietly, and ross gave you a warning look which made you stop.

“and i would have to say your problem is quite clear,” joey said before stopping. a piano intro started playing before joey got up from his seat and began singing, “all you want is a dinkle, what you envy’s a schwang! a thing through which you can tinkle, or play with or simply let hang,”

you looked at ross before whispering, “now can we laugh,” and he started chuckling aswell.

the play went on for what felt like hours, you had looked through the cast around five times, pheobe nudging you to look at joeys dancing and singing at times which made you both laugh quietly, before the show was finished.

everybody on the stage took a bow before you all got up and started clapping, yelling at the cast,

“yes! excellent!”

they walked off the stage as you all groaned, sitting back down,

“oh my god, that was nauseating,” you sighed into pheobes shoulder,

“i feel violated,” rachel agreed,

“did anybody else feel like they wanted to peel the skin off their body to have something else to do?” monica asked,

“ross, 10:00,” chandler nudged ross,

“i’d it? feels like 2:00,” ross groaned,

“no, 10:00,”

“what?”

“there’s a beautiful woman at 8, 9, 10:00!” chandler sighed which made you all look in his direction and see a very beautiful woman touching up her lipstick.

“wow she is pretty,” you agreed with chandler,

“she’s amazing! she makes the women i dream about look like short, fat, bald men,”

“well, go over to her. she’s not with anyone,” monica said to him,

“oh yeah, right. and what would my opening line be? “excuse me..” chandler said before blubbering words,

“oh come on! she’s a person, you can do it,” rachel encouraged,

“oh please could she be more out of my league? ross back me up here,” chandler patted ross on the back,

“he could never get a woman like that in a million years,” ross agreed,

“thank you,”

“oh, oh! but you know you always see these really beautiful women with these really nothing guys, you could be one of those guys!” pheobe encouraged him,

“oh yeah! come on chandler, do it!” you told him.

“you think?” he asked you all,

“oh yeah!”

“oh, god. i cant believe i’m even considering this. i’m very, very aware of my tongue,”

“come on!”

“here it goes,” chandler walked away and started talking to the woman,

he started saying a few things before he started walking back over,

“chandler?” the woman asked, making him go back over,

“wow, go chandler,” you nudged monica.

joey walked out and you all said hey.

“i didn’t know you could dance!” ross said,

everybody else said stuff to him about the play,

“was it good?” he asked, hopeful. your heart hurt for the boy.

everybody was silent before they all said the same things they did before.

“come on you guys, it wasn’t that bad, i was the lead! it was better than that thing with the trolls!” he argues,

“you’re right joey, you are, come here,” you hugged him,

“did you at least like it?” he asked, still hopeful,

“i’m not gonna lie to you joe. it wasn’t the best play,” his face fell, “but! you’re a good actor i just think your always going for the wrong roles!” you said and he smiled a little,

“thanks y/n/n,” he hugged you again, before letting you go not completely and just let his arm drape around your shoulder.

“she said yes! she said yes!” chandler ran over before turning to joey, “awful play man! woah!”

you rubbed joeys back, feeling bad for him a little.

“her names aurora and she’s italian and she pronounces my name “chand-ler,” “chand-ler,” he was proud of himself you could see, “i think i like it better that way- oh listen! the usher gave me this to give to you.” he gave joey a card.

“what is it?” rachel asked,

joey read the card as his face lit up, “estelle leonard talent agency, an agency left me its card!” he smiled,

“told you,” you whispered to him and he smiled at you.

“maybe they want to sign me!” he smiled happily,

“based on this play?” pheobe asked and joey frowned, “based on this play!”

you guys were hanging out at the coffee house and jamie had joined you, and once again joey distanced himself from you and him. what the hell was his problem? it pissed you off that your bestfriend clearly didn’t like your boyfriend and didn’t even try to hide it!

“hey, kids,” chandler walked in, after his date with aurora.

“hey, chandler,” jamie said to him,

“well this line is passion, and this is just a line,” phoebe read monica’s hand,

“wow i can’t believe i’ve been here seven seconds and you haven’t asked me about my date,” chandler said,

“how was your date chandler?” everybody asked,

“yeah, chand-ler?” monica said, making you smile.

“it was unbelievable! i’ve never met anyone like her. she’s had the most amazing life! she was in the israeli army...”

“luckily, none of the bullets hit the engine block. so, we made it to the border. but just barely and i... i’ve been talking about myself all night long, i’m sorry. what about you? tell me one of your stories!” aurora said to chandler, who smiled at the woman in front of him.

“alright, once.... once, i got on the subway, right? and it was at night and i rode it all the way to brooklyn, just for the hell of it,” he said which made aurora laugh and he smiled again,

“we talked till like 2:00,” chandler said, “it was this perfect evening... more or less,”

“all of the sudden we realise we’re in yemen!” aurora exclaims,

“i’m sorry we is?” chandler asked,

“we would be me and rick,” she answered,

“who’s rick?” joey asked,

“who’s rick?” chandler asked her,

“my husband,” she answered.

“ew,” everyone groaned for chandler,

“oh, so your divorced?” chandler asked,

“no,” she said,

“oh, i’m- i’m sorry your widowed... hopefully?” he asked again,

“no, i’m still married.”

“so uh, tell me. how do you think your husband would feel about you sitting here with me, sliding your foot so far up my pant leg you can count the change in my pocket?”

“don’t worry. i imagine he’d be okay with you because really with ethan,” she giggled,

“ethan? there’s an ethan?” chandler asked,

“ethan is my... boyfriend,” she answered

“what?!” everyone exclaimed.

“explain something to me. what kind of relationship do you imagine us having if you already have a husband and a boyfriend?” chandler asked,

“i suppose, mainly sexual,” she offers.

“huh,”

“aw, i’m sorry it didn’t work out,” monica apologised,

“what not work out? i’m seeing her again on thursday,” everyone looked at him confused, “didn’t you listen to the story?”

“didn’t you listen to the story?” you asked,

“yeah, this is twisted! how could you get involved with a woman like this?” monica asked,

“i had some trouble with it at first too, but the way i look at it, i get all of the good stuff, all the fun, all the talking, all the sex and none of the responsibility! i mean this is every guys fantasy,”

“that is not true,” phoebe said, “ross, jamie, is this your fantasy?”

“no,” they both said,

you smiled at your boyfriend before kissing his cheek, he looked at ross before they both nodded their heads, “yeah, it is,”

you glared at jamie.

“maybe somebody shouldn’t be with somebody then,” joey muttered but you heard him anyways, what is his deal? you were so going to talk to him after this.

“so you guys don’t mind going out with someone else, who’s going out with someone else?” monica asks.

“i couldn’t do it,” joey says,

“good for you, joe,” pheobe says to him,

“when i’m with a woman, i need to know that i’m going out with more people than she is,” that made you sigh,

“well, you know monogamy can be a tricky concept. i mean anthropologically speaking...” everybody pretended to sleep and fake snore as ross bored everyone,

“fine, fine. now you’ll never know,” he sighs,

“we’re kidding, go! tell us,” monica says,

“all right, there’s a theory put forth by richard leakey...” and there goes everybody snoring again,

let me know if you want to be mentioned in future taglists!

taglist: @zestygingergirl

#chandler bing #friends #friends series #joey tribbiani #monica geller #pheobe buffay #rachel green #ross geller #x reader #funny

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lloyds-department · 3 years

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Haii hsi hai :-). I see you post a lot abt ADMIN and Mango, but I'm curious on what their story is? I don't think I ever was here to see their story or anything and I'm curious :-0. LIKE, uhmm, what exactly is Mango or ADMIN? Their relationships? How they met? Unless that stuff is a secret or something.

FINALLY. THE BIG QUESTION.

Okokok

So I haven't actually gone in depth about the story I'm so fuckin glad you asked me this. This is gonna be wordy

So the story is abt two women [Admin and Mango] and just generally their lives, both before and after meeting.

Mango is a worldwide phenomenon. Her creator/parent, Derrick Lewis, was 16 when he received government funding for his experiment on creating a sort of human life using just a fruit, which was a mango for him. He had 9 trials with varying amounts of a certain chemical mix. He got his hand bitten off by one of the mangoes with the most of this mix, and his blood accidentally got into Incubator 5, and that is the incubator that formed Mango due to the added component of human blood.

Derrick was 17 when Mango was fully formed and basically a discolored person with no external nose or ears. She also lacks pupils, but can see exceptionally well.

She was raised like any normal person would be raised because Derrick saw her as that. A normal little girl.

Admin is a different thing. Her father, Robert Charleston, had reluctantly allowed his daughter Aliyah to move away because she didnt want to continue his works, as they were immoral.

Robert is narcissistic, and he cloned Aliyah. Without Aliyah's permission, at that. Robert's wife discovered what he was doing and tried to sabotage it by stealing a vital organ stabilizer.

That caused the clones skin to turn grey, and for several things like her heart, lungs, and brain to start shrinking. Robert couldn't fix the skin, and later hair greying, but he could at least find electronic substitutes for those organs. This did involve switching out the clones eyes so that they could properly connect to the digital brain and process images.

Thus, Admin was created. She looked weird, as she also had no nose or ears externally, but she also lacked pigments other than shades of grey and blue.

Robert wanted an obedient daughter and didnt send Admin to public school, nor did he let her have typical childish fun, like running around playing tag.

He essentially wanted a drone and didnt get that out of Aliyah.

Skip around to when Mango is 9, and Admin is 8. Derrick attempts to gather information about Admin so he can tell Aliyah because Robert kept it secret for this long. He disguises it as playdates between Admin and Mango.

Mango liked being around Admin, but Admin needed time to process Mango's childish mannerisms because she didnt know that kids were supposed to act that way.

Mango taught admin how to be a kid, and that started issues for Robert. He eventually resorted to punishing Admin anytime she expressed any hint that she was a kid trying to be a kid.

Skip to when Admins 18, Mango's 19 [10 year skip]

Derrick finally contacts Aliyah. She's pissed, because her dad fuckin cloned her. She's 37, and she finds out theres a person just like her in genetic composition, that's half her age.

Aliyah travels to see Admin and turns out. Admin didnt know she was a clone until the day Aliyah showed up. Mango grew really close to Admin and was the one to break the news because she knew for a while.

Now, I should preface this, at 15 and 16 [Admin, Mango, respectfully] the girls decided to date in secret kind of. Derrick and his friend Mason were the only ones who actually knew.

With this situation, Mango suggested they run away. Admin was quick to agree and mango decided to let Derrick and Aliyah know because they're the people who could keep it a secret til they're gone.

Derrick agrees and Aliyah suggests a good city bus that'll take the girls far away.

Derrick gives them money

And they girls leave while Derrick and Aliyah distract Robert by. yelling at him about how what he did was shitty.

The girls make it to a city, and they just. Start making a living for themselves, they find jobs, and then they pay for a decently sized place to live. Eventually they agree to have a kid and theres the whole bone marrow baby situation because Admin has bones and Mango had a reproductive system [she doesnt have it anymore. Their daughter quite literally was the reason the whole thing had to be taken out bc otherwise, Mango would rot since shes still very much a fruit.]

As of current timing, Mango and Admin, as well as their daughter Moder-Ator, are virtually immortal until killed.

Derrick and his friend Mason have developed a romantic relationship.

Robert is alone. He spends his days blaming everyone else for his shortcomings in life. He refuses to take the fall for anything.

Aliyah visits the girls to check in since, it turns out, Admin didnt have the luxury of having a companion other than mango, so Aliyah just kind of. Claimed admin as a sister. She is Mod's godmother, should ANYTHING happen to Admin and mango.

Moder-Ator has a partner, its name is Leonard. It lives in a taco bell dumpster. It's an agender lesbian who met Mod and offered her a chalupa supreme.

TL;DR: guy makes a mango person. another guy clones his daughter bc hes selfish. the girls meet. they form a relationship. they run away after it comes out one is a clone. the girls form a life together and live happily ever after eternally.

#omg sus #tommies talkin #lloyd ocs #project mango and a.d.m.i.n. tag #long post #FINALLY. I GET TO DO THIS WRITTEN SUMMARY.#oughhh :)))

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calliecat93 · 3 years

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Star Trek 2009... so... very mixed.

Let’s do the good first. The cinematography is really good. It FEELS like a futuristic time period moreso than TOS, but tbf the films have the advantage of being closer to modern day and being able to match the evolved times. Still, it’s very much a movie that wanted to look good and did. The acting for most pf the cast was good and I don’t have an issue with any of the reboot cast. No Chris Pine isn’t Shatner (and that’s a good thing) nor is Zachary Quinto Leonard Nimoy. But they and the others did their jobs well and I’m glad they all did their own thing and not just copy their predecessors. Simon Pegg as Scotty I really enjoyed amd I like his new friend XD And while I’m... mixed about the direction taken if only because it makes me sad, Leonard Nimoy returning as the Spock we’ve known or so long was lovely, especially when he and Quinto!Spock meet.

Some moments were good. I actually almost teared up when Kirk’s dad died because the actors just put so much emotion into it. I can’t say that there was no effort put into this. They tried to add emotion and meaning and depth. They tried to give Kirk and Spock (and yes, Bones being even MORE of a third wheel than normal REALLY pisses me off) depth and connect the audiences to them and form that connection with each other that we’re so familiar with. I respect that. I respect the effort. I’ve seen reboots that don’t give a damn, but it didn’t feel that way to me here especially with Nimoy!Spock showing that this may be different, but the original very much still exists.

That being said... I have some big issues, especially with Kirk. This is NOT James Tibirius Kirk. This is the pop culture depiction of Kirk that the filmmakers decided was better to go with than the actual character. And no, this being an alternate timeline and him being younger than in canon is NOT a valid excuse. I got told that the death of Kirk’s dad changed the course of history... but I fail to understand how THAT caused Kirk to be an arrogant, cocky, reckless idiot. Might be because his parents NEVER came up in the show so how can any TOS fans get that point if the show never went into it? I know I joke about Kirk doing something dumb, but TOS!Kirk was a perfectly smart, optimistic, level-headed individual who yeah WOULD go against Starfleet at times, but usually did so with good reason. Hell didn’t TOS say that he was overly serious int he academy amd lightened up as he got older? How did the timeline changes change that? Anyways! It felt like they wanted this Kirk to just be a standard action hero and didn’t bother to check if it fit the characterization, or do anything to justify the change aside from ‘different reality’. Like woth the Kobayashi Maru, it’s to emphasize Kirk’s cockiness here...when in WoK it emphasized Kirk’s optimism and hope. How he NEVER believed that there was a true no-win scenario. There was LWAYS a way. Don’t get me wrong, Kirk isn’t horrible and has the ability to become more like his TOS self, but first impressions are everything, and they failed here. Chris Pine was good though, I could actually picture how he played Steve Trevor in Wonder Woman fitting a Reboot Kirk pretty well but alas. Also his captaincy wasn’t earned nor is he mature enough to hold the position. It got handed to him because canon says so, and that is bullshit.

Spock was... fine. Far as characterization goes I don’t really have any issues. He’s not TOS Spock but again he shouldn’t be. It’s hard for me to find the words on how he’s different aside from being younger and seeming a little more resentful about the half-human, half-Vulcan thing, but it still works well enough. He and Sarek also seem on better terms in this continuity, and that I do like since it’s different, but consideirng the circumstances he needs that kind of solace and it allows exploration of their relationship in a more supportive light. Didn’t like Spock marooning Kirk like he did, but it does connect to his arc showing how emotional repression is affecting him, so ah well. I DO have issues with some of the directions taken though. His relationship with Uhura has no establishment nor development and comes across as being there for the sake of having a romance in there without the work. And no I’m not just saying that as a Spones/Spirk/McSpirk shipper. It WOULD have been fine if they actually WORKED ON DEVELOPING IT ON-SCREEN. And how did the timeline changes cause that when Uhura and him flirted like... once in TOS and it was one-sided on Uhura’s part anyways?! It sucks especially since I really like Reboot Uhura. I also don’t like them destroying Vulcan cause that feels like overkill on the angst, but at least they have an explanation for it. I DO however despise them killing Amanda and ESPECIALLY how they did it. Amanda is relegated tot he standard ‘pure hearted mom who we have to kill to hurt this character’ and considering how she died via a crumbling cliff just as transport started, the ‘changed timeline’ explanation is bull. Again I appreciate them trying to add more character stuff, but I very much disagree with the choices. But as far as the character himself is concerned, I was good with Spock andI did genuinely care for and feel bad for him.

Bones... oh baby you deserved so, SO much better. Characterization wise,he was the most like his TOS self. He comes across as more gruff than cranky,but that’s mainly due to Karl Urban being younger than DeForest Kelley. Otherwise he was funny, endearing, loyal to Jim, and Urban did a lovely job making the character his own but honoring his predecessor. Will also give them credit as Bones has a damn good reason to dislike Spock after he marooned Jim like he did. The film didnt give a damn about McCoy tbh, but we’ll get to that in a bit. But to put it short, I really liked Bones, but he REALLY needed more screentime which from what I can tell, isn’t gonna happen until Beyond. But as far as the character goes, I felt like they got his best though the lack of focus reason may very well be why that is. Very least I got fanon to satisfy my needs.

Now we get to my biggest criticism: The Triumvirate is non-existent here, nor does it form within the film. Again, I blame pop culture depiction as I imagine they went ‘we need Kirk and Spock to be close together and Bones is that guy who is Jim’s other best friend who has witty lines but ain’t Kirk and Spock so who cares?’. Which especially baffles me sonce the arguments Kirk and Spock have regaridng emotion? That’s MCCOY’S role. They got the Kirk and Spock relationship completely and utterly wrong. Nor do I feel like the film dod enough to form the relationship between the two. It just feels like they became friends because the plot said so, not out of genuine understanding and care. Kirk was one of, if not the first to accept Spock for who he was and respect him. That’s what made the relationship special. But their edforts to establish it here just fall flat because they made Kirk Spock’s opposite, aka McCoy’s role. McCoy is the one who challenges Spock. The one who pushes him to consider the emotional. He can be harsh, but it is a dynamic that worked. Kirk os their balance. The one who keeps the two in check and they in turn represented the two sides (mind and heart) that he (the body/soul) needed to make the proper decisions. But because of the choices made with Kirk and Bones, the balance is theown off. Spock is more or less fine but Bones loses his importance while Kirk has his character skewed to make it work. General audiences may not be able to tell, but as someone who just watched all of TOS and those films two weeks ago? I could, and it hurt the film significantly imo. Also kind of wish they emphasized that Spock ALSO needs Bones and the rest of the crew, not just Jim because emphasis on just one relationship ALWAYS annoys me, especially since again, they didn’t do well to form it here to begin with. So yeah they missed the aspect that made me love TOS, so needless to say I am displeased. I plan to do a full film review in the future so I won’t say how I’d improve it, especially since hindsight is 20/20, but yeah not happy.

Otherwise, the film is fine. Uhura, Scotty, Sulu,and Chekov are fine, the former two I especially enjoyed. The plot is fone. Nero is a boring villain but for a start, it’s okay. I didn’t like Vulcan’s destruction at alla nd what that means for Spock, but we’ll see how the other two films continue this. I don’t know how I feel about Prime Spock because it just makes me... depressed that he has to accept never going home (even if Bones and the others are dead it just feels... wrong) but I DO appreciate that they included Nimoy and he was just as fantastic as he had been all those years ago. I have so many problems with characterization and plot points, but tbf that’s from someone who just went through TOS. As far as a general audience goes, they likely won’t have that filter and some may be more of the ‘timeline changed so this stuff changed’ explanation than I, a media consumer who has seen this happen over and over again to varying degrees of success’, may be. Otherwise the film was fine. If you like action and want a blockbuster, this one is for you. But I’m in it for characterization and story and while the latter worked well enough in the general sense,t he former was severely lacking. So while it was okay and it got me excited/to laugh a few tomes, overall I didn’t care for the film. Will Into Darkness be any better? Well... from what I can tell no. But I also need to make my own judgements, so onward we go.

#st watchthrough

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toutallyahoe · 4 years

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Hey, it me, a dumb sleeby bitch. I know you're not taking requests. So I'm gonna leave this at your doorstep and if you ever want to do it, go for it. No pressure. But pls if you ever have time and motivation, could you give me some cute sleepy headcanons for any of our very good cowboys? Thanks in advance and I love you and everything you do. You're amazing.

i would literally write a fucking book for you-- i have told you this so many already asdfghjkl

but ya want some of the good boahs and some cute sleepy headcanons? BOI I AM IN!

also, before i continue-- CALL YERSELF DUMB BITCH AGAIN AND I WILL gently KICK YER ASS and hug you to death because ya ain't dumb or else i am more dumber than a fucking rock you sweet, talented smort, beautiful fecker!

AND ANOTHER THING !!! *sobs* HOW CAN YE DO THIS TO ME?!? SHOOTING ME WITH A SURPRISE COMPLIMENT-- ACK ME HEART! I FEEL M U S H ASDFGHJKKLXNBSOHD

okay, i calmed down now... onto the headcanons! btw, multiple characters because ya didn't specify who you want in this headcanon and because i knew yer beautiful ass would like more than one boah

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Arthur Morgan

• first off, best boah right here

• second off, this bitch won't admit he is sleepy even if his life depends on it

• is it pride???

• probably...

• definitely

• i dont know, i see Arthur as one to not really say anything he feels because he doesn't want to be a bother or thinks he'll be a dead weight

• because life as an outlaw? it ain't really the best life

• so, when there are jobs that takes a few days and he volunteers to take watch, Arthur won't admit he is tired and would continue on be on guard no matter how many times he is asked to get his ass some rest

• it'll be a pain in the ass if you aren't patient enough or very worried about him

• because knowing Arthur, he'll just suck it up

• so, if he is sleepy, his [Name] is on his ass immediately

• "you need rest"

• "don't need nothin"

• he IS stubborn as fuck

• and also incredibly more sassier when he is sleepy

• it honestly sometimes annoy [Name]

• "Arthur, you look like you're goin to pass out-- jesus christ! just rest already!"

• Arthur is too stubborn for his own good

• and it sometimes lead to some arguments really

• but [Name] will be the first to give up when he just sees Arthur and sighs

• [Name] will sit by his side and just talk about stuff

• trying to make Arthur relax and at ease

• he'll be sassy at first but will ease up and comment genuinely

• Arthur will then unconsciously place his head on his [Name]'s shoulder as the [Hair color] haired man's voice drowns his thoughts with stories of the past (either his or [Name]'s past)

• before you know it, Arthur "sleep is for the dead" Morgan is fucking asleep

• [Name] notices how quiet Arthur and will turn his head to see the outlaw asleep

• [Name] just smiles at Arthur and place his head on Arthur's and let a content sigh as he close his eyes

• they'll be fine sleeping for a bit

John Marston

• best greasy dumbass raccoon looking ass bitch

• but-- ahem

• like Arthur, John will be stubborn at first

• it's pride and John doesn't want to get babied really

• he already gets that enough from the rest of the gang since he is a real life predatory bait and gets mauled by a lot of animals

• honestly, this man has the shittiest luck

• but also lucky in some way...?

• but yeah... ANYWAYS

• when John gets tired, he is functioning with no braincells (like he doesn't already)

• [Name] is honestly tired with it

• just fucking glaring the shit outta that greasy raccoon boi

• then maybe...just maybe, you can get him to rest his greasy ass

• John will be a bit of a whiny bitch to be honest

• like, he'll whine he ain't sleepy

• but as if it was on cue, he'll yawn

• John looking a bit embarrassed and [Name] looking at him with that "really?" look

• [Name] ain't dealing with yer bullshit raccoon boi

• i can definitely see [Name] restraining John from running away and carry the guy to his tent and slam his in the cot and glare and order John to stay and sleep like a damn dog

• John would be honestly pissed because DAMN IT [NAME]! YA HAVE TO DO THAT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?!? ARTHUR AND SEAN AIN'T GOING TO LIVE THIS DOWN (because those two are bastards... lovable bastards though asdfgghjkl)

• but also turned on but pfft-- he won't admit that

• but yeah, [Name] just sitting on the side of his bed and will not leave until he makes sure John rest

• "you ain't leavin, are you?"

• "i aint leavin till i see yer ass sleep, Marston"

• yikes, getting called his by his last name? usually his [Name] does that when he is annoyed or angry at time

• that when John know he ain't getting out of this

• "aight... fine! i'll sleep! happy?"

• "very"

• to be honest, John feels happy when [Name] does that

• it's because this is how his [Name]'s care for him and it is sweet

• a bit annoying but sweet

• John sleeps and [Name] softly sighs and place a soft kiss on John's forehead and leaves the tent to do his work

Leonard "Lenny" Summers

• pure child

• pure child who can never do anything wrong

• just, this fucking boah is pure child who can never do anything wrong and y'all can fight me is ya say he aint

• ANYWAYS

• Lenny is adorable when he is sleepy

• just utterly adorable as fuck and his [Name] just smiles at how cute he is

• like, Lenny is reading a book under a tree and the day was just a lovely day despite it being so fucking boring

• Lenny planned to read but as the calm breeze pass by him, it didn't take long for Lenny to be yawning and his eyelids dropping but the young man is trying so hard to fight the sleep off and stay awake

• honestly, [Name] saw Lenny sleepy but being too stubborn to admit defeat with sleep will try to stay awake

• [Name] is just amused by it and found it adorable

• always adorable with Lenny

• but anyways, Lenny would be one of the submissive out of everyone if you ask him to go to sleep when he is tired

• will literally not fight back on it because his mind shuts down from the sleepiness

• honestly? will act like a baby

• because he is a baby and [Name] loves him so much and spoils him

• "come on Lenny, let's get ya to yer cot"

• "hmmm, [Name]? can you carry me there... please?"

• just adorable akdbjqjdjsjfjjsjd

• me baby

• aNYWAYS

• Lenny is just a good boah

• like, he gives up rather quickly because he knew his [Name] is looking out for him and besides, if he says yes? he gets cuddles

• so yeah, that's good for him

• Lenny gets warm cuddles and sleeps well in the arms of his [Name] who holds him very close and just being soft boahs

Sean MacGuire

• loud and dumb irish bastard who stole me heart

• i adore him asdfghjkl

• but ON TO THE HEADCANONS

• Sean is a whiny loud ass bitch when he is sleepy

• he acts like he seems drunk

• and it is both hilarious and tiresome for [Name] because he is the one dealing with this shit

• i can see Sean just clinging to his [Name] and yelling on the top of his lungs on how tired he was

• and his [Name] rubbing his temple and tell Sean to get to bed then

• "[Name]! there ye are ye beautiful fecker! i have been looking all over fer ye"

• "and why is that?"

• "i'm sleepyyy"

• "then rest Sean"

• "but i dont want to!"

• honestly acts like a kid

• a loud ass bratty kid...

• it's not even cute

• kinda

• okay, [Name] finds it adorable but he ain't telling no one shit because he already suffers from a sleepy Sean who acts like a drunk toddler

• he doesn't want to deal with everyone teasing him on being soft with his drunk toddler lover

• but yeah

• like John, i can definitely see [Name] try to restrain this dumb bastard

• probably had to hoagtie Sean if i had to be honest

• which may or may not have the sleepy minded Sean blurt out something that made [Name] exasperatedly sigh and a bit flustered

• because-- goD DAMN IT SEAN! stop being a thirsting bastard for a bit and get some sleep?!?

• "Sean, keep this up and I'm goin to hoagtie you..."

• "that's a bit kinky [Name]-- but yer boy is always happy to please ye--"

• "oh my lords-- Sean!"

Charles Smith

• stronk hunt boah

• he is just so beautiful-- im gonna cry asdfgghjkl

• bUT ANYWAYS

• Charles won't admit it outloud when he is sleepy

• he is usually reserved and quiet anyways so his [Name] has to pick up some signals when Charles is sleepy

• but Charles won't be so stubborn about it though

• like, he is kinda like Lenny, a bit submissive and giving in on his [Name]'s words if the man tells him to sleep

• well, if [Name] finds out he is sleepy that is

• when this boah is sleepy, he usually sits in a somewhere in a shade and looks at the sky

• preferably under a tree and away from camp for a bit because honestly, the camp is just too noisy at times

• so yeah

• [Name] will notice him not doing anything and just cloud watching and will sit by him

• Charles would send him a small smile and a nod

• the two would just be quiet and after sometime, Charles would lay his head on [Name]'s lap as the [Hair color] haired man braids his hair and then undoing it again, repeatedly doing the action for a bit

• it honestly soothes Charles a lot

• just his [Name] playing with his hair which he is the only who can

• it was nice and with him already be sleepy, Charles would be lull to sleep

• and with that, Cahrles is softly snoring in his [Name]'s lap as the [Hair color] haired man undoes the braid again and then look at Charles' sleeping face fondly then look at the view in front of him with a gentle smile

• it doesn't take long for [Name] to sleep too with that

Javier Escuella

• a man after me own heart

• honestly, this man is just gorgeous asdfghjkl

• BUT BACK TO HEADCANONS

• Javier would probably be the only one who ACTUALLY goes to his tent and sleep in his cot

• maybe drag [Name] there because the mexican just want a nice cuddle you know?

• honestly, sleepy Javier is adorable to his [Name]

• Javier's mind just shuts down and he forgets how to speak in english and mumbles in spanish until he falls asleep

• i can also see Javier being one to plop himself down on his [Name]'s lap when the guy is sitting somewhere (below a tree or on a seat) because when is sleepy-- he loses his braincells and all functioning

• Javier just searches for his [Name] and throws himself because one, his boah can carry him alright anyways and two, he just loves too

• his [Name] is honestly amused because Javier won't be like this when he is functioning well

• well, not all the time

• but yeah

• [Name] thinks it's cute and will hug his lover

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thelakesuite · 3 years

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more roots musical ideas (bet you thought you've seen the last of these) this time not in chronological order cause idk how to rearrange them.

- 'the search' number has emma runnin round worriedly(?) through the house (the theatre house not the vanderboom house) while sam and al (maybe mary too, she deserves more involvement) do a call-and-response with her, like 'how much do you love him' 'how far will you go for him' 'what do you think happened to him' kinda deal. not sure yet what theyre doing on stage besides lookin at her ig? perhaps following her movements and swayin, thats all i got rn. al looks Hella Evil, all proud of himself, and dense lil sam is finally getting suspicious

- transition to the painting scene. emma, er, paints, while venting her despair to ol c-willy. just the two of em center stage he collects her tears 'discreetly' while she's still alive, discreetly here meaning its hella obvious but she either doesnt notice or doesnt care. i really do not think we could pull off a hanging without Damaging the Actors but idk how else she could kill herself. knife to throat laura style perhaps

- al has a recurring. ditty? no more than two sung lines, showin up basically whenever he does something Evilll. rn im thinking something like 'i'll have you my way' but thats a lil rough. and of course, karmic retribution, that's frank's last words to al before he Gets Vengeance

- teen-leonard walks in during the brood. al immediately turns to violence. pulls a knife on his own nephew because he's just like that. leonard stands his ground for a good bit before remembering 'oh yeah my uncle actually wouldn't hesitate to kill me' and backs down. no frank's not in this it's not feasible i think

- oh also i think the same actor would be for leonard from band to war hero. prolly just makeup changes

- We Are Not Doing Childbirth.

- in time with crow's last lines as he exits the stage and william's body is hauled off, the basement backdrop is lifted, the 'outside the house' props move in, william is confused a bit, doesnt move all that much, then james walks on from the other direction reading the letter aloud. which is where the other line i found comes in - 'dear james vanderboom, your uncle has passed // your father is missing, as such you're the last // that stands to inherit your uncle's house and fortune' - which is rough yeah but a start nonetheless

- i really wanna do that bit the-terrible-triplets did back in the day of 'do you know how to climb, frank?' 'no' *casually chucks into well* but thats a bad! might adapt it to Formality tho the dialogues pretty ace

- rose explains the whole sacrifice deal to frank and leonard (and the audience 😏) in the parlor. frank's like 'yeah plausible enough i've seen more absurd' while leonard thinks rose is full of shit even after she pulls out the reciepts. they deliberate on how theyre gonna find these timepieces, though i have zero idea what they'd say.

- the last dance is a reprise of the family band (a la the vanderboom's family time now available on record), except instead of it being how sam and ida love each other or w/ever it's rose n frank all somber about the inevitable, accepting fate, realizing their entire lives and the lives of their parents have been building up to this they cant bail out now no matter how it pains them, etc. angsty dude. typical duo dancing jazz. william aint there that's creepy. actually i don't think william's there for a lot of act 3* it just feels out of place (*tentative)

- god i really wanna do a bit where albert gets pissed (sometime between lying game and family band, nearing cap of tension) and just fuckin smashes ida's crystal ball in front of her and probably sam but. i don't think that's sustainable

#im not tagging these specially anymore that feels weird. theyll just be under #textposts

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ladyideal · 4 years

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Dead or Alive

Pairing: Leonard McCoy X Reader

Word Count: 3170

Warnings: cursing, needles, mention of injury, slight argument

Summary: You tried hiding from your boyfriend to avoid a physical. Unfortunately for you, it becomes a ship wide challenge for anyone to bring you down to the medbay. Lo and behold, an accident down in the labs forced you to head to the cursed place. Once Leonard had you within arms distance, you were heading nowhere.

A/n: So this somehow got out of hand, and became *squints* another 2k more than I had intended, I know you’re all disappointed. However, I think I’ll be trying my hand on Jim for the next one, and hope that goes well. Fingers crossed.

(not my gif, credit to the owner ^^)

From the moment your alarm buzzed, you cursed loudly. You groaned awake, dreading the upcoming day. Outside your quarters, Gamma shift was rolling over to Alpha, and everyone buzzed in response. To everyone else, it was a normal day at work on the ship. For you however, it was gonna be a long, dreadful one.

“Computer, what do I have on my schedule today?” You called out from beneath the covers, refusing to get up for the moment.

“Captain, your schedule today lists as follows. At 08:00 to 13:00, there is a meeting with Starfleet Command. From 13:00 to 14:00, you are scheduled to have your latest quarterly physical with Dr. Leonard McCoy at the Medbay. 14:15 to 16:00, there is a meeting with Captain Soliar and Acting Captain Meker on the plans for the upcoming Federation Day Gala. At 22:00 tonight, the delivery would have been successfully sent to Planet 35X. There are no other appointments today. Would you like to reschedule your physical with Doctor McCoy?”

You groaned again. Len would murder you if he learned that you once again, rescheduled for a third time. If he had it his way, he would definitely haul you down to the medbay, with you kicking and screaming. However, it also didn’t help that the rest of the crew had been tracked down by both security and medical personnel and was force marched down to their appointments. You couldn’t really blame them either. Starfleet had a strict physical schedule that all crew had to obey, since everyone was coming into contact with the vast unknown.

You just hated it at a really deep personal level.

“No.”

“However, your meeting with the Admirals could overlap with your slot time. Would you like to reschedule with Doctor McCoy now or later?”

“Later.”

With a pained groan, you rolled out of bed and started your usual morning routine. When that was done, you carefully took off your pressed and sharply creased uniform from a hanger, and some recently washed pants to go with it. Heaven forbid you attended a meeting with crazy old Admirals in nothing less. While you appreciated their ability to make everything as perfect as possible, it was annoying.

Once you checked yourself once more in front of the mirror, you hurried out of your quarters and towards the officer’s lounge, hoping to pick up a quick breakfast. With a cup of coffee in one hand and a banana in another, you settled down in your ready room, ready for the gruesome meeting to get out of the way first.

With the door locked, your comm set on Do Not Disturb, you ran over your notes one last time. Right on the dot of 8:00, you were hailed by Command.

“Captain,” Admiral Smythe greeted.

“Good morning, Admiral,” you replied, taking a long sip of your coffee.

As the hours sluggishly ticked by and you were 110% sure you were going to fall asleep during the meeting, messages from your boyfriend started popping up on your comm. One, then another, and then increased twofold. No doubt you will hear an earful later on.

“Any other questions?” Admiral Smythe finally spoke, nearing the end. You glanced up at the chrom.

13:30 Leonard’s gonna be pissed for sure.

“No sir, I do not,” You spoke, quickly getting to your feet to salute.

“If that’s the case,” Admiral Smythe shuffled his notes. “I bid you a wonderful rest of the day, Captain.”

“You too, sir.”

“Smythe out.”

With that, you collapsed back in your chair, and let out a breath of relief. At the very least, one thing out of your entire day went well. You reached for your comm, and ended the Do Not Disturb notice. It seemed like Leonard was near his comm at the moment as a call immediately came through.

“‘s Y/L/N,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and bracing for the lecture you were sure you were gonna receive.

“Darlin’, it’s,” A pause. “1:35 in the afternoon, planning to salvage what’s left of your appointment?” Leonard lightly replied, but you knew better.

“Len, honey, I literally just got off briefing Command,” you replied, placing an arm over your eyes. “And I have a headache at the moment.”

“So the answer is no?”

You squeezed your eyes shut this time. “I don’t think I can make it.”

Another pause. “Sweetheart, this is the third time I have to reschedule you. This is ridiculous. I thought chasing after Jim was bad, but you, you are making this way more complicated than it has to be. Why is it that the two people that I can tolerate on this damn ship, are both scared of doctors?” Leonard scowled, unimpressed.

“Len-.” You started, hoping to stop him at this pass. If you didn’t stop him now, there would be no other chances.

“You leave me no other choice,” Your boyfriend curtly spoke before dropping the call altogether.

That was never a good sign. A pissed off Chief Medical Officer was not someone you were going to enjoy having to confront. With a shrug, you pushed your thoughts away and made your way towards the lounge, hoping to find lunch.

“Attention all crew members. If anyone can successfully bring the Captain down to medbay by the end of Beta, dead or alive, will be awarded 100 credits for their efforts. I repeat, 100 credits will be given to those that bring the captain to me by the end of Beta shift. McCoy out.”

You froze in front of the replicator as you listened to Leonard placing a bounty on your head, and immediately missed the beep sounds indicating the food was ready.

Well shit.

Pulling the sandwich onto your tray, you watched as all heads turned to you. With a defiant glare, you returned their gazes until you were left alone. Looking rather tired, you happily started on your lunch. Almost instantly, your comm went off as it flooded with messages. Rolling your eyes, you dialed the volume down, not wanting to disturb other crew.

Last you remembered, there was a bet going on within the ship, to see whether it was you or Jim that was the last to get their physical. Going by Leonard’s scathing tone, you assumed that you were the last. You could practically his exasperation and anger on you, despite him being a couple floors down. The moment you were done eating, you bolted to the bridge, a rather safe haven from too many wandering eyes.

“Captain,” Spock stood as you entered the bridge, ignoring the brief glances from other crew members.

“Spock,” You greeted, striding over to his console to quickly brief him on the meeting with the admirals.

As you answered his questions, you noticed Nyota was watching the pair of you with an impassive face. Inwardly, you sighed. Sitting back down in your chair, you heard her chuckle from behind.

“Only you this time?” The lieutenant spoke brightly. “A hundred credits is quite tempting.”

You groaned. “Not you too, Nyota.”

“It’s not me,” She mentioned, tilting her head to the side to get a better visual of the gaggle of crew members crowding outside of the doors. “You’ve got some publicity going on out there.”

“Wonderful,” You grumbled out, frowning down at the amount of messages you’ve accumulated within just thirty minutes of the announcement. “You’d think something was drastically going on to warrant this amount of messages.” She merely chuckled at your disgruntlement.

“Dating a ship doctor not enough to lessen the fear?”

“It’s the opposite with him,” You scowled at another incoming message from a crew member that their friend was in need of assistance, and pursed your lips when she laughed.

It was going to be one, heck of a long day.

Yet grudgingly, you had to admit that the messages were getting creative as the hours went by. Messages ranged from how security had found an unruly crew member at the holodecks to how Scotty was missing a piece of equipment down at Engineering and needed to turn the ship around - that one you had to call Scotty ahead to confirm.

Leonard was, undoubtedly, furious at his girlfriend, but kept his anger in check around his nurses. Glancing up from his PADD, he noticed a lieutenant wringing his hands in front of him as though he had something to say.

“Doctor, I couldn’t help but notice that you were having trouble bringing the Captain down. Perhaps I can help,” The lieutenant said.

“Captain’s an eel. It takes a certain amount of skill to do some eel catching,” Doctor McCoy gruffly answered. “If I couldn’t get her down, what makes you think you can?”

The lieutenant grinned. “A little deceiving and some action will have her willingly come down, doctor.”

Leonard snorted. “If you think you can do it, then be my guest. But don’t be disappointed if you can’t.”

“I have faith,” The lieutenant departed shortly after.

The doors behind you opened, and you shook your head, wondering who in the world it could be this time. “Permission to enter the Bridge, Captain?” Came an unfamiliar voice.

You glanced over to your right, pulling away from your reports for a moment. “Permission granted. How may we help you?”

You swung your chair around to meet the newcomer with an eyebrow raised. A lieutenant in science blue stepped in, hesitating over his words. “Lieutenant-?”

“Rivelle, Lieutenant Rivelle, ma’m,” He approached the Captain’s chair. “Captain, we’ve just finished making an antidote to those that were affected during the last mission. I would love to have you come and take a look at my report first hand.”

You turned your head back over to where Spock was, and saw that he too was listening into the topic with a perplexed look on his face.

“I’m sure Mister Spock would be better suited to read over it then I do,” You started.

“I understand, Captain,” The Lieutenant interrupted. “However as the commanding officer aboard the ship, aren’t you supposed to be concerned with the well being with the health of your crew? Surely that matters most to you.”

You raised an eyebrow at Spock, who merely mirrored your action. Others around the bridge, you could tell, were doing their best to not eavesdrop. Caught between duty, you nodded slowly to his words.

“I can swing by the labs, and take a look at the antidote later,” You bargained, pursing your lips at the chrom up above. You could tell the Lieutenant was going to interject, so you hurried over your next words. “I do have a meeting with two other captains in a moment, but I’ll head down when I’m done.”

“It’ll only take but a few minutes, ma’m. Surely you could spare me around five minutes?” The lieutenant pleaded.

Although you looked rather unconvinced by his words, you heaved a sigh. “Alright,” you rose, grabbing both your PADD and your comm. “Spock, you’ve got the conn.”

Sending a message to the other captains that you wouldn’t be present for the meeting, you listened to the Lieutenant explain his findings as you walked through the corridors to the science labs.

“So you think it’ll all work out?” You asked, stopping in front of the lieutenant’s lab. It was empty, save for an ensign working on the right side of the room.

“Hey Ben,” Lieutenant Rivelle spoke up, crossing into the threshold.

The ensign jerked up in surprise, and turned to meet the newcomers. With his eyes wide, he moved to get off his seat, only to miss his footing. In horror, you watched as the ensign crashed to the ground.

“Ben!”

“Ensign!”

Both of you rushed towards the fallen ensign as he struggled to sit up for a moment.

“Ben, are you okay?” The lieutenant supported him up. “Was quite a nasty fall there.”

You crouched down beside him, looking over for any signs of injury.

“Am fine, just exhausted,” The ensign must have caught you worried look. “It’s fine, captain. I don’t need to go to the medbay.”

“Well I certainly can’t have my scientists crashing down from exhaustion,” You responded lightly.

“Captain, I-.”

“Medbay or the brig, your choice,” You coolly spoke.

Looking rather defeated, the ensign nodded in understanding. With you on the right and the lieutenant on the left, the three retraced your steps back to the turbolift.

“A whole bunch of people down there are waiting for the antidote, counting on us to save their lives,” The ensign muttered along the trip, answering your question from earlier. “The faster my team could get it done, the faster they can get back to their lives.”

“I understand,” You spoke sagely. “We just want the best for the rest of the crew.”

“Yes captain.”

Crossing into medbay, you watched as Christine hurried over, looking between the three of you in confusion. “What happened here?”

“Saw the ensign fell from his post,” You explained, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched the nurse led the ensign to a nearby biobed.

“Oh dear,” You heard Chris murmur, turning the bed on and hurrying over to grab a doctor.

“Good thing we came in time,” Lieutenant Rivelle spoke from your left. Behind your back, he gave a quick thumbs up to the Ensign.

You made a noise in assent, and unraveled yourself to look down at your comm when it beeped a couple times in succession.

“Captain, Lieutenant,” Doctor M’Benga greeted, striding over. “Christine mentioned that you saw the ensign fall to the ground?”

“Doctor M’Benga,” You returned the greeting.

“Yes, doctor,” The blue shirt scientist spoke.

Although you swore that the doctor held your gaze a little longer than usual, he moved forward to tend to the ensign.

“I should get back,” You mumbled, watching the messages on your comm scroll.

“Oh look who we have here,” A dark drawl drew out, as you froze in your spot. Your eyes widened with every passing second at the implication of where you were. “About time. I didn’t think you’d pull your little stunt off, Lieutenant.”

Slowly, you looked up from the screen, glancing between the murderous look on your boyfriend and the gleeful grin on scientist. “Hold on, wait. So you’re telling me that, this was all a lie to get me here?”

You frowned, setting your stern gaze on the now squirming Lieutenant.

“He took a risk, and earned his reward,” Doctor McCoy tapped away at his PADD for a moment before looking back up triumphantly. "All yours, Lieutenant. Now where were we again, Y/N?”

“Thanks, doc,” The scientist called behind his shoulder as he scurried out of medbay.

“Ummm, I really should get going, got a meeting and everything,” You winced as your comm beeped again, and watched with wide eyes as Leonard rolled his eyes.

“Meeting or not, you can’t wiggle yourself out of a physical,” He tugged you firmly along by the elbow to an empty exam room.

“Len, I really have to-,” you were stopped by a sharp glare..

“Sit.”

Wordlessly, you sat on the edge of the biobed, listening as it started tracking your vitals. You watched Leonard move about the room and opening up drawers for the tools he needed, swinging your legs restlessly. This was not how you imagined your day to be like. Exhausting, but not withering under the doctor’s annoyed expression.

You opened your mouth to try again, but was yet again, interrupted by him placing his tools down.

“If you’re going to say anything along the lines of how you were going to show up on time to your appointment, you can save it,” He growled, looking up at your numbers.

“I-,” You stopped, and pursed your lips, not entirely sure how to respond to that.

“That’s what I thought,” The doctor reached for your hand, fingers expertly searching for your pulse point, and stilling against the steady heartbeat. Irritation and exasperation rolled off him at your reluctance in stepping in for an appointment. Despite being furious, his hands were still ever careful, a direct opposite of what he certainly was feeling.

“Any tenderness or pain?”

“No.”

“No…,” The doctor trailed off, catching your fiery gaze aimed at him.

“No. Doctor,” You huffed out, as though each word cost you.

“Lay back,” He indicated, turning away from you for a moment. “Perhaps next time, we wouldn’t have to go through this again.”

You laid back, seething as his displeasure. “Yeah, totally making this fun and exciting,” you snarked back, knowing full well that you were now playing with fire.

Doctor McCoy stilled. “Now now darlin’, I’m sure you don’t want to make this harder than it should be, do you?” He threatened, maybe even promised.

You stared up at the ceiling, counting the rivets to pass the time. Finally he turned back around, fixing his gloves once more. You refused to watch him as he gently poked and prodded at your lymph nodes and abdomen, searching for any trouble under the skin. Perhaps it would be easier to just along with the flow, and quit fighting it.

“Better,” Leonard spoke in your silence. You grumbled wordlessly, but decided not to poke the angry bear anymore. Once done, he extended a hand, watching you with his signature raised eyebrow.

You shook your head, lowering your shoulders in defeat. Taking his hand, you pulled yourself back up to a sitting position. As he pulled his stethoscope from around his neck and putting the ear tips in, his eyes flickered once more at you for consent. Accepting your fate, you nodded, giving him the go ahead to start.

After a couple deep breaths, you finally spoke up. “So how am I?”

“Nothing’s wrong really. You’re in tip top shape at the moment, will have to see what the labs return later on,” You boyfriend replied, sliding a collection tube into a lancet. Half-heartedly, you carefully rolled up your sleeve.

Swabbing a piece of skin off, you stared at your fingers, bracing yourself for the pain.

“Deep breath,” He instructed.

Taking a deep breath, you winced at the sharp tip of the lancet taking in a sample of your blood. Within another heartbeat, the lancet was withdrawn and a band aid in its place.

“Can I get my lollipop now?” You asked, pulling your sleeve back down. In front of you, Leonard snorted loudly as he marked the collection tube to be later sent to the lab.

“You? I think I deserve one after all that you’ve put me through,” He smirked at you. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

You were about to hop off, but stopped at his words. “I thought.”

“There’s a whole row of hypos right there with your name on each one,” Leonard pointed, smirking as your face fell. “Got a whole buncha vaccines that everyone needs before we can clear the Alpha quadrant.”

You groaned, residing to your fate.

God help you.

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years

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Pissed

A little Au-ish in where Lisa also joined the Legends. Might be OC like but then again they are in private...? Idk but I felt like some Snart siblings fluff is needed so here it is.

It had been two months since Lisa had join the Legends and admittedly Leonard had been rather pleased to have his sister by his side again.

He would never tell anyone but he had worried about her back in Central while he was traveling around and he was more than relieved that the ever hanging threat of the villain of the week threatening her was gone.

Now, he was remembering how hard it was working with her. For whatever reason, she woke up in a bad mood and when she was in a bad mood, she showed it. And brought it to everyone around her.

Now with Rouges it had been okay because let's face it after a fist fight it was generally over and during heists it wasn't like anything would go exactly as planned so her bad mood didn't affect them.

But during this mission with the Legends, Lisa was just uncooperative, talked back to Rip, didn't listen to anyone and did her own thing, stealing the Hope Diamond with Mick.

Rip had been furious, sure no one got killed (that they knew of), but he didn't like things going so off kilter especially since Mick was getting a partner in crime and hell knows how much energy it took making sure he didn't torch the Empire State Building's Lobby, he didn't want to deal with the Statue of Liberty having a gold crown.

Rip had been about to go to the training room to lecture her but he had stopped him, and offered to talk to her instead.

He knew after years of dealing with her awful temper that she was looking for a fight and if Rip lectured her, she would yell or more likely punch him, there would be a fight, punishment and her mood would get even worse and she would make things happened. Things that Leonard would rather forget.

As Leonard walked into the training room he encountered Lisa beating up a punching bag. "Hey," Leonard announced his arrival and Lisa stopped and scowled "What do you want?" Lisa hissed.

"Rip wanted to grill you about your attitude today."

"If he didn't like it, he should deal with it," Lisa replied with a roundhouse kick.

Leonard tried to go over the situation with his mind, he wasn't used to these kinds of "We must work as a team" pep talks.

"Well, Lisa it.. It's just that this matters, it's important to follow the plan in order to succeed."

"The plan should be more flexible." "You still should cooperate." "I'll decide on that."

Leonard rolled his eyes. These moods were really annoying and worse, she didn't listen to reason until she got over them. She didn't usually listen to reason in a good mood but during these time she was all out deaf.

"No, you work at the mission and then you can get your little pissed child routine to your room."

"You cannot be serious Leonard. Why don't you go read Kafka or something old man." She hit his shoulder hard.

"Once you actually start acting like an adult I might," Leonard growled back. Leonard had a strange sense of déjà vu. The whole thing reminded him of when he used to take care of her. When she was a eleven or nine, she would come to his apartment angry and hit him whenever she got annoyed by him. He just had to make her smile at something, anything and then it would be gone.

He looked at her, a thirty something woman, glaring at him like he was Hitler or Lewis. She was more or less the same, definitely had the same course vocabulary. Leonard shook his head. How did he make her smile, he wasn't one to carry around 5001 Snart jokes book.

Then he remembered. It was stupid and incredible childish but damn the results would be hilarious and bodily harm, guaranteed.

"Shut up," Lisa tried to hit him again. Leonard caught her arm and put her in a lock.

"Remember what you use to get if you tried hitting me?” Leonard smirked.

"I don't remember what I got, but YOU got your ass kicked," Lisa flipped him over.

"Like you could beat me after all your my baby sister." Leonard teased.

She charged at him and he used her anger to his advantage. A few swift moves later, she was pinned and he straddled her legs.

"Get off of me,” she grunted. "Make me," Leonard challenged. "You have a heavy beer gut." That was a low blow even for her.

"Enough with the piss, smile it will make you feel better." Leonard commanded.

"Says who?" "Says science," Leonard shot back. "I'm not in the fucking mood."

"I figured." He trailed his fingers down her legs "Now do you remember what would happen when you tried to hit me?" She glared.

"You get a visit from the you-know-who." He squeezed her knee caps to no success. She rolled her eyes.

"You got to be kidding me," she mumbled, "This is stupid and childish. I'm too old for this crap. You are way too ancient for this crap. And Len I'm not some kid anymore, I freeze people in gold and seduce speedster's engineer. We're serious people, Lenny. We are hardened criminals. Besides I'm not even..." Lisa stopped her rant and squirmed as his hand shot into her armpit.

"What was that? I think you still are" he smirked as he lightly traced circles. "Just smile and I'll stop.”

Lisa squirmed, pushed, bucked to no avail "No. I'm not ticklish." She stammered as she used her one free hand to futile pull his hand away from her.

"I think you are. You can't hold it in forever." He could tell that she wanted to break, it was laughingly obvious. Her grinding her teeth and biting her lip was almost akin to constipation.

"Smile Lisa. As your big brother I just want to make you happy and not in such a shitty mood all day" Leonard taunted as he used his left hand to squeeze her stomach.

She was being stubborn about it. He could just see it, her mouth was twitched up but she wouldn't break out into a smirk or half-smile.

She just squirmed and hid her face in her hair or against the floor. "I didn't think you would be this difficult. Fine you wanna play, we're gonna play."

Lisa eyes widened as she felt his fingers tap up her ribcage, "If I remember correctly, your ribs were your worst spot. Hmm?"

"Len, no I'm no..t" She stopped. "If you're so not, you can finish the sentence." Silence.

"I'm giving you one chance. Smile voluntarily and I'll let you go" He waited a couple of seconds before deciding the silence was a definite no. And he proceeded to emit the most surprising sounds out of the younger Snart.

Leonard almost started laughing himself. The girly, bubbly, giggly laugh didn't fit at all with the image of a villainous, leather clad woman who thought nothing of killing a man for the money. He swore that if he closed his eyes he would have thought it was coming from some vapid model especially as it went higher a few pitches when he climbed up her ribs like a piano.

Though the squeals were followed by more Lisa-like obscenities on how he would die a horrible death by fire.

She was spending way too much time with Mick.

What Leonard was most surprised was how much fun he was having. He felt like some dumb kid, and the whole situation felt normal. Nothing of Lewis' abuse or juvie or the next big heist sorta like a normal childhood activity in a regular family.

He stopped every once and awhile to allow her to breath in air and a chance for mercy.

"Are you done with your attitude?" He asked as she gulped a breath of air.

"No." Then with a battle cry she tackled him, pinned him down and dug her fingers into his shirt. He blinked.

"Stupid parka!" She cursed and tried to take it off.

Ohhh. He realized she was trying to turn on the tables on him. He calmly pushed her down and resumed position. "Sorry sis, but I'm not ticklish. There's more than one reason why my name's Cold."

He bend down to blow on her ribs and her laugh went up almost three octaves. Honestly, he thought Lisa looked adorable right now.

She looked so carefree and happy, and there were freakin dimples coming out. The laugh was just icing on the cake. Too often he just saw her as the little girl in the hospital getting stitches, refusing to talk about Lewis or a girl having nothing going on in life except the next big thrill. No dreams. No big ambitions.

"Lisa, if you want me to stop you have to start fighting." Leonard drawled as Lisa tried to squirm and bang her fists against him.

"LENHEHaNo!" Lisa screeched when he managed to get his hand under her shirt, scratching at her ribs with his nails.

"This is the third rib right? Or is it the fourth? I should count them don't you think?"

"NOHAHANOFUCHAHADON'THAHATHE TEASING MAKES IT WORSE!" She managed to screech out.

It went on like that for awhile. But eventually she bended over into curled ball, banging the ground.

"YOU WIAHAHAHAHAN YOUHIHAIHAHAHAHIAHAHIHIHAHAH" "And you'll stop your shitty mood?" Leonard asked as she unfurled herself, panting heavily.

"Yes, for the love of whatever God, yes" Lisa answered, nodding her head eagerly.

"Good," Leonard scrambled off her legs and helped her up.

"So we're good" Leonard asked cautiously. He knew it would work but he didn't think she would be so so calm afterwards. Maybe she didn't take enough air in.

"I guess. But know this" Lisa placed a hand firmly on his shoulder "I will get you back. You're not the only one with a good memory. And anytime as soon as you take off your shoes and parka. I will get my revenge. In public, in private, in front of the team it doesn't matter. I will do it.”

Leonard would have laugh if he didn't know how serious that threat was.

"So, any reason why you were pissed?" Leonard asked.

Lisa froze and then frowned "I heard Mick and Jax talking. How you took me because you were worried that some villain was going to hurt me.”

"Yeah so?"

"I don't want to be chosen just because I need protection. I can do stuff, Lenny. I don't want to follow the Team around so you could keep an eye on me. Like how you and Mick were a package deal. What am I? The back order?” "Lisa, if we had only chosen you so we could protect you Stein's wife would be here. Sara's dad would be here. Jax's dad would be here. Rip's family would be here. We chose you not just because of that but because you would actually be useful to the mission. You know how to work a crime scene, you know how to plan a mission, you know how to fight. You can do something with the Team, you can help. That's why you're here."

Lisa stared at him, disbelievingly "No bullshit?" "No bullshit."

A few nights later, Leonard was in the kitchen putting away his late night drink when he got tackled with a vicious screech.

The rest of the Legends woke up and ran to the room to see the two Snart siblings rolling around the floor, laughing, growling and almost knocking over the table.

"What the hell?" Sara asked.

"Just walk away slowly and maybe they'll stop" Jax muttered.

They took his advice, slightly worried for the next day and still wondering what the hell was going on.

"Admit it!" Lisa yelled. "NOAHA" Leonard croaked.

#lisa snart #leonard snart #snart siblings #dc’s legends of tomorrow #au #my fanfic #my fanfiction #pissed

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mieczyhale · 4 years

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i mean klaus got choked by Luther and thrown and just all round disrespected, BUT he was awful to Luther (who has little to NO social skills) after finding him with the girl. I think what people most zero on this scene is Klaus saying he doesn’t remember his first time bc he was high/drunk, while ignoring Luther who also doesn’t/barely remembers HIS first time bc he was high/drunk. I actually really LOVE this scene in terms of character development (1/2)

this scene and the ‘I want to be u’ scene too, bc it shows how awful their relationship is and how reginald trained them to compete with each other and put each other down, to ‘win’ so to speak, and how the way they were treated and how they treated each other manifests in this bitterness and mockery. specially Klaus who must feel angry no one takes his struggles seriously. bc in healthy siblings dynamics they don’t treat each other that way. but..... yeah it’s awful and sad 😔 (2/2) i’d like to thank you, anon, for sending asks on this topic that have some good points and aren’t dickish. it is greatly appreciated and you are an angel <3 i’m going to try and respond and explain my feelings on this the best i can but.. no promises on quality lmfao it’s almost 3AM and i’m three (3) drinks in so IMMA DO MY BEST

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [[just a heads up also that i am NOT re-reading this before posting. i do not have the energy for that so it’s just gonna be what it’s gonna be]] Luther (who has little to NO social skills) - I think what people most zero on this scene is Klaus saying he doesn’t remember his first time bc he was high/drunk, while ignoring Luther who also doesn’t/barely remembers HIS first time bc he was high/drunk. the thing is, and this seems to depend entirely on the perspective and personal experiences of the person watching, klaus wasn’t awful to luther. he wasn’t mocking. he was doing what siblings do - they tease. as for ignoring luther who doesn’t really remember his first time for the same reasons klaus doesn’t remember his: i dont think it was ignoring so much as it was klaus wouldn’t consider it a big deal - it wouldn’t occur to him to think of it that way - because it wasn’t for him. and even when you know that your sibling doesn’t have much for social skills, it’s probably not something that’s going to stay at the forefront of your mind and direct every interaction you have with them - especially in regards to a sibling you haven’t seen in 13 years - so it would make sense for klaus to not interact with luther in more of a way people would find acceptable. perfect sibling interactions dont happen i mean klaus got choked by Luther and thrown and just all round disrespected, BUT there is no but there - some teasing (or mocking, depending on how you see it) is nowhere near the same thing as choking someone, throwing them across a room, AND consistently being genuinely rude and disrespectful. i’m not saying klaus can’t be mean or a jackass - he absolutely can - but to say he was awful or horrible to luther ESPECIALLY post!rave is bananas. klaus tried to cheer luther up, offered to try summoning reginald even though that’s the last thing he’s ever want to do, tried to stop luther from drinking more, tried to convince luther that drugs and alcohol weren’t the way to go, tried to stop luther from venturing out on his own, went after him when he didn’t listen - and yeah, he wanted to stop part way in because of withdrawals, but he didn’t. and it’s not just because ben tried to guilt him - ben does not control the klaus. if klaus didn’t want to keep looking for luther he wouldn’t have. so he finds him. he goes into the worst possible place for someone who is trying to get sober because his inexperienced brother is there, he tries to get luther to leave with him and while he’s struggling so horribly the whole time - because of the immediate access to drugs and the ptsd episode - he tried to protect luther and gets killed for it. and then never brings any of this up to luther after the dude is sober. he could have - he could have been petty and cruel about it, because if luther knew i dont doubt he would feel horrible and it would weigh on him so much, both as a brother and as the leader, but klaus never did. and maybe that was because he didnt think anyone would believe him but i think part of it was not wanting to hurt luther because he knows what drugs and alcohol do to a person - he knows very fucking well - he knows the lack of control and awareness and he isnt going to hold it against luther the way we all know everyone holds everything against klaus - the things he did while mentally on another planet. AT MOST klaus teases him when he goes to wake luther up for a family meeting - in a manner that comes off silly but not - imo - cruel. simply ridiculous, as klaus often is. but he pours luther a cup of coffee and they talk about his conversation with their dad and that’s that their only other interactions after that are when klaus, diego, and five go to the bar to get luther - and that isnt even an interaction because they dont talk. and then in the car on the way to leonard’s cabin.. where they dont talk. and then at the cabin klaus has his hand on luther’s shoulder, providing a small act of comfort while also devastated because literally everyone knows luther and allison. they’re in the infirmary when allison needs blood but again - they dont talk. and then in the scene where vanya is bringing down the academy - brief, and they dont talk. and then it’s the bowling alley - where klaus tries to be honest with everyone, expresses a quiet offer of help that nobody takes seriously, and then okay yes - he snaps back at luther when luther is a dick to him. but its nothing actually cruel and he immediately tries to backtrack. after that moment the only time they talk is when luther is asking klaus if ben is in agreement on time traveling at the end of episode 10 so where in there was klaus cruel and awful and horrible?? i mean i guess those things can depend, again, on a person’s perspective and experiences - and maybe people have different takes on what those words mean (and the extent they cover) and yknow what?? gotta say - that’s valid. nobody can control how someone else takes in the show - we cant even control how we take it in ourselves. but for me this specific line of takes is absolutely noodles. do i think klaus was flawless? fuck no. i wouldnt love him so much if he was. but i dont think any of his interactions with luther can be considered horrible on his end. i dont see this awful person in those moments that apparently other people do Klaus who must feel angry no one takes his struggles seriously. this though. t h i s t h o u g h. i’m not gonna get super into it because this response is already kind of a lot BUT yes. whether klaus knows it or not, acknowledges it or not, he probably is so angry and hurt that nobody takes his struggles seriously. nobody ever has - i mean ben has followed him around for the last 13 years, has seen some of what he’s been through and has learned about the rest, and he STILL digs into klaus and acts like he doesn’t have a reason to be the way he is. if not even ben can take his trauma seriously, and he - at least pre!death - seemed to be the kindest, then how would anyone else?? they wouldn’t and It Shows. and, of course, that includes luther - who i agree, was in a way separated from the others - not physically but like.. ranking and power wise, by reginald and his constant push of luther being number one and that meaning Everything. and klaus - well we all know what reginald thought of klaus and i dont doubt he filled luther’s head with his opinions which luther would internalize as Facts - because reginald had a hold on luther that he didn’t quite have on any of the others. (i mean he totally had a hold on all of them, they’re all fucked up, but luther stayed there because reginald had him so convinced of the academy’s mission and luther’s importance to him) SO. if klaus WERE to verbally be aggressive with luther or anyone i personally would understand - why should he take other people’s trauma seriously, expend the heart and energy to care and to do what he can to cheer them up, when they can’t even take a moment to listen to him - or see what’s right in front of their eyes. i’d be fucking pissed. tbh i think klaus handles things pretty fucking well from the funeral on considering the Everyfuckingthing. he’s sassy - yeah. he can be jackass and he has the potential to be cruel - hell yeah. but he expresses more care for each of his siblings in s1 than any of them do for him (except maybe diego) and idk, man, i have seen the first season somewhere beyond 15 times (i stopped counting) and i’ve never taken any of klaus’s words or actions towards luther to be genuinely cruel or horrible. it just doesnt read that way for me and i honestly struggle to see how people CAN see it that way.. so here i am. annoyed. but on my own tumblr bc i have no desire to @, fight, or argue with anyone over opinions but sometimes a little bastard just has to vent yknow?? yknow.

#ask #hope you're having a swell day/afternoon/evening wherever it is where you are anony

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haveyouseenmymind · 6 years

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Boop!

The origin of this fic is to be set in a conversation I had with @medicatemedrmccoy a few months ago, so I’m blaming her for this and I’d also like to dedicate it to her. Sorry sweetheart that it took me so long. ;)

This may be tagged as Kirk x Reader, but the interactions are mostly between the Reader and Bones, so you mainly have to deal with friendly bickering and them being annoyed.

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Rating: Gen

Warning: the usual cursing

Words: 2335

Jim kinda gets drugged up on some alien food and now Bones and the Reader have to deal with him, which ends in trying to find him on the Enterprise.

“Unbelievable. Of course that stupid infant would get himself drugged up on some alien food, though I told him to scan everything before stuffing his mouth. And now I have to deal with this inebriated pain in the ass. Dammit, I’m a doctor not a babysitter.”

With your arms crossed in front of your chest, you were impatiently tapping your foot and throwing annoyed glances at the ranting doctor who held the whirring tricorder over your madly giggling boyfriend. Said nuisance apparently didn’t want to hold still as he was occupied with trying to grab Leonard’s nose, but so far he was failing gloriously.

The away mission had gone a bit differently than intended. Though the aliens Jim was negotiating with were really nice and this was one of the rather rare peaceful missions, it didn’t go as smoothly as everyone was hoping for.

Proof for that was the Captain, currently not in his right mind, draped all over the biobed while his best friend was checking his vitals and more than once slapping those hands away that were trying to get close to his face.

Like the doctor had said, Jim hadn’t dealt well with one of the alien dishes served, so that after the big banquet they had hosted in honor of their new growing friendship with the Federation, he had to be dragged away by you and Cupcake, who really tried to hold his laughter back, before the Captain had the chance to offend their hosts with his kinda drunk rambling.

Thankfully the aliens were really understandable when Spock excused his Captain and explained them that he did not feel well and had to retreat.

After that you and Cupcake took the loopy man straight to Medbay to the CMO.

Where said doctor wouldn’t stop complaining and acting like the worst drama queen ever. As if Jim being a wasted little shit was his problem alone.

Which was the reason you were really pissed at both men and still tapping your foot.

“Well if you could just shut up for one second? That would be really nice. If I may remember you, this is my boyfriend you’re talking about, so stop acting like you’re the only one suffering, when you know that I’m the one who has to deal with him like that all night and tomorrow in the morning.”

Leonard threw an evil glance back at you and kept on grouching.

“Yeah but so far I can’t see him sticking his dirty fingers into your face.”

“Boop!”

Jim had reached his goal and tapped his friend rather ungently on the nose.

“God dammit Jim, would you just stop that bullshit!”

The doctor, even more annoyed now, tried his best to wrangle the drunk Captain back down on the bed.

But of course Jim, still giggling like the loveable idiot he was, had other ideas than his friend.

Once again he reached for his face, but this time he groped the doctor’s nose instead of just booping it. He looked mighty satisfied when he got it between his thumb and pointer.

“Oooh, Bonsey look! Got your nose!”

Suddenly, the room was completely silent, and Leonard had gone still. Shit, that was no good sign.

While Jim was holding onto the brunet’s nose for his dear life, refusing to let go, the doctor turned his head towards you, trying to stare you down with his most threatening glare.

“Get that out of my Medbay, now!”

You tried your best not to laugh, as that would surely make the situation even worse, but it was really hard not to lose your shit, with the brunet trying to give you orders with a really nasal voice. It was just too hilarious.

“Aww, come on Leonard. Wouldn’t it be best if he slept this off here, where he’s just one second away from a hypospray?”

Finally, he got Jim’s hands away from his face, as he grabbed both wrists and held them down on the bed.

Jim tried his best to free himself out of the firm grip, but no squirming and whining made the agitated doctor let go of his hands.

“No way I’m going to let that menace stay here. I made sure that he’s not going to die and now he’s your problem.”

You sighed, cause this was clearly not how you had expected this to turn out.

“Traitor.”

Meanwhile, Jim had stopped moving. His breath had evened out and his eyes were closed, so Leonard felt safe enough to let go of him, though you thought it was odd for your boyfriend to fall asleep that fast, but who knew, maybe he was just that out of it.

Leonard led you away from the biobed where Jim was resting upon, to turn the conversation away from him and make sure you wouldn’t wake him up.

“I don’t think a hypo will help any further. He’s just drunk, so let him sleep it out in his own bed.”

You stared disbelievingly at him, not quite sure if you had heard right.

“Holy shit, I’ll be damned. I never thought I’d witness the day where Leonard McCoy would voluntarily refrain from hypoing Jim Kirk’s ass. I think I have to mark that day in my calendar. Are you sure that you’re not the one who’s drunk and out of his mind?”

Leonard just scowled at you, apparently he was done dealing with you or his best friend for the rest of this day.

“Dammit, just leave and take that pain in the ass with you. I have enough other shit to take care of. “

Well, it would be better to leave of right here and now. So you turned back to the bed.

Which was empty.

Jim was gone and his comm being left back was the only sign that he had been there at all.

Great, exactly what you needed. The Captain getting lost on his own ship.

The doctor wasn’t happy with Jim vanishing either.

“What the hell? Where the fuck did that menace make off now?! God dammit, can’t I just have one calm day with peace and silence?”

Instead of answering him you just groaned. How the fuck were you supposed to find him? He could have gotten to who knows where, and since he wasn’t in his right mind at the moment, he was unpredictable, too.

The brunet turned around, heading for his office, but not before giving you one last smug glance.

“Well, that’s not my problem any longer. Have fun finding that idiot.”

But before he could take one more step, you grabbed his arm, so that he nearly stumbled.

“Oh no, forget it, Leonard! This is all your fault! If you just had him strapped down onto that biobed, we all would have to worry about one less thing! So you’re coming with me!”

“How is this my fault now? If you just had watched out for what your idiotic boyfriend was up to, none of this would have happened at all!”

Damn, this bickering had to stop, or you couldn’t be held responsible for anything else that would happen. So you took one deep breath, trying to calm down.

“Ok, let’s agree that we disagree and don’t waste our energy with arguing. I’d prefer if we’d concentrate on finding that moron.”

The brunet just snorted, which didn’t help at all.

“This is the first valid thing you’ve said this day so far.”

“Oh shut up, Len.”

+++

In hopes of finding your missing boyfriend faster, you and Leonard had split up. While you headed for yours and Jim’s quarters, Leonard grumbingly went for his own, swearing to maim his friend if he’d find him there and his hidden stash of the good bourbon suddenly gone.

But your quarters were empty, and there was no sign that any of its inhabitants had been there recently.

Searching the mess hall and the observation decks had also been for naught, except that now you knew that Jim was a master at playing hide and seek.

You nearly wanted to give up and call it a day, when you’re comm suddenly beeped:

Did you find him? L.H.M

No luck so far. You? Y.N.

No. What places did we miss? L.H.M.

Uhm… The bridge? Y.N.

Fucking hell… Ok, let's meet there. L.H.M.

+++

About ten minutes later you stepped out of the turbo lift and onto the bridge, where Sulu, currently sitting in the Captain’s chair, looked up from his PADD, frowning as he spotted you.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N? Doctor McCoy? Is everything alright? Did something happen to the Captain?”

The rest of the crew manning the bridge stared at you expectantly, Chekov’s eyes wide and so worried that you needed to play it cool and reassure them, before all hell would break loose.

“Oh no, everything’s fine. Just peachy. I just have a rhetorical question. If you had to search for the Captain, where would you look for him, apart from his quarters, the observation decks and the mess hall?”

“And medbay, the training rooms and the labs.”, Leonard added.

“Yeah. Those, too. But you know, just rhetorically.”

Sulu looked at you sceptically.

“Are you saying that you lost the Captain? Aboard the ship?”

“No! We’re just having a slight disagreement about his current whereabouts!”

The pilot’s expression changed, and this time he was clearly mocking you.

“Which means you have no idea where he is. Have you tried asking the computer to locate him?”

You saw Leonard’s left eye twitch, and had the suspicion that he was preparing himself to launch into one of his angry rants, for which you absolutely had no time now, so you clasped your hand, right as he opened his mouth, over it and answered instead.

“That’s not an option, otherwise we would have tried.”

Thankfully, Chekov interrupted the stagnating discussion, at least he was the only decent human being left and trying to help you by making useful suggestions.

“Have you been down at engineering? Sometimes he’s helping Scotty fix things when he needs a distraction.”

Engineering, of course. You nearly slapped yourself, when you realized what idiots you had been.

“Thank you Pavel, we’re gonna look there for him next. Come on, grumpy pants!”

You grabbed Leonard on the collar of his shirt before he had a chance to complain, dragging him behind you as you were making your way to Scotty’s office.

+++

Down in engineering everything seemed to be pretty calm, which was a small miracle. Normally there was always one or more of the engineers meddling with who knows what parts of the ship, most times added with a cheerily rambling Scot.

“Scotty?”

Several minutes passed before you heard an answer, and just as you wanted to call for him again, he whooshed out of his office.

“Shhh! You’re going to wake up the Captain!”

“So Jim is here? Thank god!”

You followed him back into his office, Leonard who hadn’t said anything yet, close on your heels. But when you finally saw Jim, you did a double take.

“What the hell?”

Jim was sitting at the desk, his head resting on his arms crossed right under it and next to him a box that apparently was filled with metal junk, and you realized that he still was holding onto some of it with his right hand.

Leonard looked at the mischievously grinning engineer, clearly surprised but also amused about the scene in front of him.

“How the hell did you do that? Seriously, you need to tell me your secret.”

And Scotty? He just laughed, grabbed his PADD to show the brunet something.

“I just gave him the box and he tired himself out over fiddling with some of my spare parts. Lets see, I got it all on my PADD, no way I could let you guys miss this out.”

Curious, you stepped right to his other side, looking at the PADD in his hands just in time to see Jim’s joyful expression, as Scotty presented him the scrap metal.

“Hey Jimmy, here is a box of shiny trinkets, knock yourself out.”

Jim, looking like he just got an early Christmas present, started squealing excitedly.

“Oooh, so shinyy!”

You watched as he was fiddling around with the metal, his eyelids slowly dropping when he got too tired after a while. Finally his head dropped down on his arms, and a few seconds later, he was out like a light.

It even got better when he started drooling on his shirt sleeves.

This was honest too good so adorable, you just couldn’t stay mad at Jim any longer, when he looked so young and innocent while snoring slightly in his sleep.

“Ok, come on guys we need to get him into a bed. Len, how about some help here?”

But the doctor was still captivated by the PADD, and as Scotty started the video anew, he was grinning madly.

“Scotty, if you get me that video, I’ll give you one free pass the next time something stupid happens down here. This is too good to be not used for blackmailing.”

“Deal!”

Were those idiots even for real? You send one last evil glare into their direction, before you decided to wake up Jim and get him back to your quarters.

“Hey Jim, wakey wakey.”

The blond groaned, but opened his eyes obediently.

“Noo, five more minutes…”

You couldn’t hold back a giggle, which made Jim realize who was waking him up.

“Y/N? I’m cold… Wanna cuddle... ”

“Come on Jimmy, lets get you to bed, there’s enough space for lots of cuddles.”

While Leonard and Scotty were still leaning over the the Scotsman's PADD you were annoyed, since instead of helping you out, they decided to ignore you completely.

Well, they would regret that later.

And with that you draped your boyfriend’s arm over your neck and tried supporting his still wobbly legs while dragging him off to your quarters.

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cupofbrownsugar · 6 years

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I know you probably haven't thought about this fic (post/89591163637) in a really really long time, but I was wondering if you could do a summary or something of what was going to happen next? Just an explanation of where Jim and Spock were and why they didn't respond, or maybe how they eventually made up? It's such a good fic!

oh wow! thanks anon!! i actually was thinking about that fic not too long ago ahahaha (i hope this is the right one im thinking of as i don’t know how to access the post through that; the one where bones is going away on the bus?), never thought anyone else would have any interest in it. yeah no problem, i can give you a quick summary (from what i remember, it was a while ago):

(i found the post, here’s the link to the first part)

bones ends up staying in a tiny beach side town, for a few days, maybe a week? two weeks max? he doesn’t want to check his phone, so he doesn’t notice that the tiny town gets cell service, in like, only one tiny spot. so when he finally goes to the one cafe with wifi in town to send a message to his mom (he promised to check in, didn’t mention any of the drama with his besties/bfs though), he notices a baJILLION messages from jim and spock, ranging from super worried to super apologetic to crazy pissedbones has no clue what to think about it, he’s just been feeling like shit mostly the whole time and trying to figure his head out. there are pages of texts from them too, and all he responds is “wat” and jim texts back SPOCK SAYS YOU NEVER TURNED OFF ‘LOCATION SERVICES’ LIKE HE TOLD YOU TO AND NOW WE’RE COMINGim thinking that jim and spock weren’t there because they were running an errand and fucked it up. maybe even thought that they themselves were supposed to have leonards ticket and freaked when they found out they only had two, so went off to try and correct it cuz emails and calls and whatnot weren’t working. and then jim’s phone died (leonard always told him to bring his charger but he wasn’t there to remind him) and spock got caught up arguing with the vender with semantics (bones usually was able to nudge him with a look that cued him to cut to the chase), so thats what left bones all alone.

anyway, jim and spock show up before bones can arrange another bus out of town (it’s tiny. like, one bus comes a day. he doesn’t want to just keep running but he doesn’t know what to feel either and still wanted to escape from everything for a while). they pretty much kidnap him into their rented car and drive off, spock cold and silent behind the wheel and jim fuming in the front seat

jim is trying to cover his hurt by acting like he’s mad that bones left on some sweet beach vaca without them, but his cheeks and ears are red and ruddy like when he’s hurt and his smile is sharp and his eyes wet. spock says that bones was being irresponsible and illogical but he’s only looking at the straight ahead and his hands are clenched on the wheel like when he can’t hold himself together.

bones, so used to feeling nothing but sad and empty for the past few days, blows the fuck up like “are you fuckers fucking kidding me??? you abandoned me, you fucks, you don’t get to be mad, what the fuck” and then his eyes are wet too and jim and spock are like fuck and know how much they fucked up and verbalize it and apologize and explain the whole fuck up sitch, and they’re really like

“the funny thing is, if you had been there, none of this would’ve happened. we wouldn’t have fucked up with you there, and now we may have fucked up everything with -you-”

and bones is shocked but not convinced and like “why do you care, you know you’re better just you two together…” and then goes and lists off the differences he notices between how they act with each other

and jims like “what?? what about you and spock huh?? when you both just, make some inside joke without saying anything, or go to those gardening things together. i… you guys mesh so well like that..”

and spock’s like “the both of you… you are fine with intimacy, both physical and emotional. it is so natural for you. i feel.. i know it is more difficult with me…”

and pretty much they ALL had thought they were the odd one out at some point, but bones is the heart of the three of them, so of course it got to him worst.

and jims like “bones… of course we love you. we’ve all got our insecurities to work on, but i guess we need to work on making sure you know how we feel too.” and he turns and glares at him “especially now that we know how ready you are to fuck off into nowhere with no warning.” jim huffs but he can’t help but sound impressed “fuck, you were hard to track”

“agreed” spock adds in, looking at leonard through the rear view mirror “perhaps if we hold onto you tighter it will make it harder for you to slip away from us”

“well…” bones is blushing now, eyes still wet but he’s starting to grin “you can try, but this bird knows how to fly when necessary”

and jim whines “bonnnnnes” and tries to jump into the back seat to kiss his cheeks and Leonard yells at him about road safety and tries to playfully push him away, and spock keeps his eyes firmly on the road but also gets a handful of jims ass

anyway. they end up driving to the next little town and having their own lil getaway week together (and from then on, learn to actually communicate their feelings, and try to include whoever is the third man out during those moments they all worried about)

there you go, anon! hope that was a satisfying conclusion for you! i really don’t mind giving the endings of what was gonna happen next for fics i started but didn’t finish, so if anyone else is interested in a diff unfinished story, just shoot me a message!

#anon #fic #mcspirk #mckirk #spirk #spones #leonard mccoy #jim kirk #spock #bones #star trek #au #Anonymous

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Requests: So uhh could you do a really fluffy, no-smut (I do like smut but not for this one) where the reader gets stabbed and Jim is the readers boyfriend and he gets really worried and is really sweet to the reader :3 PWEASE? - @ghoulofthemasquerade

“I can see my insides! I don’t want to see my insides! That’s why I keep them on the inside!” Your shouts echoed through the sickbay. You had sworn up and down that if you ever ended up here, you wouldn’t be the baby Jim was. Which was, at least on some level, true; you weren’t acting like a baby, you were pissed. You couldn’t for the life of you say what it was that you were pissed at. All you knew was that you were angry and filled with more panic than you even knew was possible.

“I need you to calm down and sit still,” Leonard told you.

You couldn’t process the meaning behind his words. Your body was still working through its flight or fight response, but without any danger to direct it at you were left unsure of what to do with your limbs but unable to keep them still. Leonard kept trying to force you down, but you wouldn’t let him. If you had it your way, you would still be on your feet instead of sitting on the edge of a bio bed. Something in you told you you needed to stop the bleeding and the rest of you agreed, sending a hand to protectively cover the deep wound in your side.

This seemed to upset the doctor.

He said something to you. You couldn’t tell what, but his voice was soothing.

Something small punctured the flesh of your neck. You barely registered it but the effects were instantly noticeable. You started to feel at peace. And tired. So, so tired.

“Where’s Jim?” you asked groggily.

“He’s coming. He’ll be here when you wake up,” Leonard promised, helping you lay back against the pillows.

You stirred awake. Every inch of you felt stiff, but your anger and panic were completely forgotten, replaced by a happiness that was unnatural. In a few moments you would realise that it came from the clear liquid entering your bloodstream from the IV attached to your arm, but before the sleep left you, before the memories of the day's events came back to you, all you felt was serene.

You winced as the harsh light of the sickbay assaulted your vision. But as you turned your head and found yourself looking instead at a pair of shockingly blue eyes under a furrowed brow, it faded into a smile. Or at least an attempt at a smile. The muscles in your face still hadn’t quite woken up.

“Hey,” Jim said softly, running a hand through your hair. “Heard you were giving Bones a hard time.”

You hummed in response.

As the world started to come back into focus, you saw that he was squatting on the floor by your bed, his arms folded on the edge. Millions of emotions swirled through his eyes and you couldn't pin down a single one.

“How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” you sighed contentedly.

Jim chuckled, “Yeah, I bet.” Despite the humor in his voice and the softness in his eyes, his brow stayed low, his mouth set in a hard line.

Reaching out with your hand, you used your fingertips to smooth out the wrinkles formed by his expression. “What’s wrong, my brave captain?”

“Nothing, starlight.” He moved your hand and pressed his lips to your palm. He let his eyes slip closed and exhaled, his hot breath moving over the side of your hand. When he spoke again it was barely audible, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Oh, James, you should know better than anyone that being friends with Leonard McCoy makes you immortal.”

Laughing against your hand, Jim opened his eyes. He brushed his fingers through your hair again, studying your face closely.

“Can I get you anything? Some soup? An extra pillow?”

“I’m cold. I wanna be in my bed.” You stressed the importance that it was your bed you wanted to be in, not a medical bed.

“I’ll see if I can find Bones.” Kissing your forehead, he stood and exited your field of vision.

Your eyelids fluttered shut. Without any visual stimuli to tie you there, you felt like you were floating. Nothing surrounded you. You felt no pain. To be quite honest you didn’t feel a whole lot of anything. It was peaceful, yet uncomfortable.

Something rustled beside you. When it didn’t stop, you opened your eyes again. You were shocked to to find that it wasn’t Jim, but Leonard with a tricorder.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He lowered his tricorder, satisfied with the readings. “How’s your side feeling?”

You furrowed your brow in confusing.

“Where you were stabbed.”

“Oh.” You took a moment to asses. “Itchy.”

“Any pain?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Great. I’m just going to take a look.” He lifted the sheet and gown that covered you and nodded.

As he lowered the the sheet, Jim came back with your favorite pajamas.

“What’s the word, doc?” he asked returning to your side.

“Everythings healing the way it should. Vitals are normal.” He looked back to you, with a slight smile. “You’re free to go. You can go back to work on monday. Take it easy until then.”

Leonard carefully removed the IV from your arm and gave you the all clear. Before he left, he tugged the division curtain around your bed.

“Thanks,” Jim said.

“Thank you, Leonard,” you echoed.

Jim helped you into a sitting position. With your legs hanging off the edge of the biobed, he stuffed the tired limbs into a pair of fluffy pajama pants. Then covered your feet in some slippers. Once the hospital gown was folded on the bed and you were completely in your pajamas, Jim wrapped a robe around you to make sure you were warm enough. You felt like a toddler, but a very loved toddler.

He kept an arm around you the whole way back to your quarters, holding you close. His blue eyes bounced between making sure you were okay and looking where you were walking. Every few steps, he pressed a kiss into your hair and asked how you were doing. Your answers slowly became less conversational and more akin to vague sounds.

Before you knew it Jim had you back in your own bed. He made such a big show out of throwing the covers over you and tucking you in snuggly that you couldn’t help but giggle. He went to get you some water but stopped when your tired voice spoke out.

“Is it going to hurt?” you asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. “When the drugs wear off?”

“Probably,” he started, sitting down next to you. “But no where near as much as it did before.”

“You spend more time stuck in sickbay than anyone else,” you mused. “How do you do it?”

“Well, I try not to, but getting into trouble is a habit I just can’t seem to kick.”

“Not that.” Trying to keep your thoughts on track was proving to be more of a challenge than you were used to. “You’re never scared. How?”

“I’m always scared,” he admitted, tracing your features with a soft touch. His expression held something that your groggy mind couldn’t quite place. “But I’ve never been as scared as I was today.”

You hummed a note of surprise.

“I’m gonna get you some water. Are you feeling up to eating?” Jim asked.

You shook your head, a little perturbed that he changed the subject but to sleepy to bring it up.

“Anything else I can get you?”

“One of those World War Three dramas and you next to me?” you asked.

“I can definitely manage that,” he smiled softly, kissing your forehead once again.

#star trek imagine #star trek imagines #jim kirk x reader #jim kirk imagine #jim kirk imagines #james kirk x reader #james kirk imagine #james kirk imagines

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How about McKirk in the last tv show you watched? With maybe roughly the plot of the last episode you've seen?

Ive been binging Lucifer, so… Lucifer AU:

Jim’s fingers play idly over the piano keys, and he hums quietly and contently along with the music. His club is packed, despite it not being a club night. They come to see him perform, and perhaps these few moments his mind clear from the troubling feeling in his gut that he isn’t supposed to be here. Isn’t allowed to walk among these people. "Excuse me,“ a guy says, interrupting Jim playing, and Jim looks both amused and annoyed at the one bold enough to do so, “I’m looking for the owner of this place.” “Well, handsome, you got ‘em,” Jim replies, fingers still playing some mindless tunes, and he glances the other up and down in a way that’s less than subtle. “I need to ask you a couple questions,” the man says, and Jim huffs. “Take me on a date and you can ask me anything.” “Funny,” the other replies, and then he pulls out a police badge from his jacket. “Oh, a police officer-” “A detective,” the officer, Leonard McCoy according to his badge, tells him, “I want to ask you a couple questions about the shooting that took place outside your club last night.”

In Jim’s office, the sounds coming from either the stage or the DJ booth are drowned out, and Jim turns to Leonard in their privacy. “Anyone ever call you ‘Officer Handsome’? Because they should.” “No,” Leonard replies, “this club is registered under the name ‘Lucifer’. That’s your stage name, right?” “No,” Jim laughs, “that’s my real name. Jim Kirk is my stage name, if you want to call it that. You can call me anything, by the way.” “Okay, Jim,” Leonard starts, “care to explain to me why you were involved in the shooting outside your club, littered with bullets, and yet you stand in front of me with not a scratch on you?” “What can I say,” Jim says, “I’m the devil.” “I’m serious,” Leonard says. “So am I,” Jim replies, “c'mon, detective. I got shot. A girl is dead. Have you found the shooter yet?” “Shooter, so there’s only one?” Leonard asks, “can you describe them to me?” “You haven’t even found them yet?” “That’s why I’m here, Jim,” Leonard says, “I’d much rather be anywhere than a shady club.” “Shady? LUX is a good establishment, thank you very much. And seeing as you’re so incompetent in doing your job, I’m just gonna have to tag along with you.”

Leonard doesn’t allow Jim to tag along, but with a bit of snooping around on his own, Jim actually finds one of the suspects before Leonard does. Before he can get some info out of him, or send him straight to Hell, though, Leonard does enter the scene, and he looks both surprised and pissed off to see Jim there. “Jim? By God-” “No, he’s got nothing to do with it,” Jim promises, “you took too long, so I went on my own. Believe this is the shooter.” “How do you know?” Leonard asks. “Oh, I’m very persuasive,” Jim replies, and then he turns to the suspect, “because you’d shoot an innocent girl, wouldn’t you?” “Yes,” the man replies. “Why?” Jim presses, and the suspect gives him everything. Talked into it by an ambitious and jealous girlfriend, an act of love for a woman he was sure was already cheating on him anyways. Leonard listens, flabbergasted at all the details, and then quickly makes the arrest.

“How did you do that?” Leonard asks Jim later that evening. They’re back in Jim’s club, quietly at the bar, and Leonard’s enjoying a good whiskey. “I’m the Devil,” Jim says, “making people speak up about their desires and misbehaviour is what I do best.” “All this devil crap,” Leonard huffs. “No, I’ll prove it to you,” Jim says, and he sits up straight. He makes Leonard face him, and looks deeply into the other’s eyes. “Tell me, detective, what is it your heart desires most?” “Well,” Leonard sighs, “I guess what I really want is a… a long, warm bath, so I can drown myself and get away from your bullshit.” Jim is visibly taken aback by that at first, and Leonard laughs, sipping his whiskey victoriously. This has always worked, without fail. How come this man is immune to him? Jim glances at him suspiciously, and then smiles. “Fascinating,” he says, and with that, decides he’s gonna stay close to figure this man out.

So Jim joins him; does his own version of crime fighting, showing up and pestering this detective into solving crimes until he’s hired as a Civilian Consultant. He’s not really in it for the fighting of crime, but he’s a punisher, and punishing he does. All behind Leonard’s back, though he’s not exactly subtle about being the Devil. He shows up at Leonard’s crime scenes, somehow stumbles into finding the solutions to these murders before the police does, and he helps Leonard solving them. Purely for selfish reasons, of course. Leonard is good looking, he’s pleasant to be around, and there’s a certain rush he’s not familiar with when he does semi-good deeds. Well, that is, if those good deeds are geared towards Leonard.

“What are you doing here?” Leonard asks when Jim shows up at his house at night. It’s a warm California evening, and Leonard looks so good in a simple t-shirt and comfort shorts. “Detective, I’m here to have sex with you,” Jim explains simply. Leonard laughs, genuinely laughs, and then: “No.” “But Leonard, there’s something about you.. I think we ought to bang it out, and maybe then you stop malfunctioning and start reacting like humans should.” “You wanna know how I resist you?” Leonard asks, leaning casually against the doorpost. “Oh, desperately,” Jim replies. “It’s impossible to fall for your charms when you don’t have any,” Leonard says simply, and then he turns around and closes the door in Jim’s face. “See you at work, Jim!” Jim hears the other call through the wooden door.

But then things go wrong - as they not often do in Jim’s life. He gets what he wants from the people he wants it from, he’s a successful club owner in downtown Los Angeles, he works together with a guy he finds absolutely fascinating. Partially, because around Leonard, he finds out the hard way, Jim can be hurt. Literally, he’s mortal. He bleeds when he gets shot in the leg and is treated in the hospital, but when Leonard leaves him at night to go home to his daughter, the wound is gone.

That’s not all. Someone has targeted Leonard; actively trying to sabotage him and taking his life. Jim has watched Leonard’s car being blown up with the two of them nearby, though non-fatal, Leonard has a few mean burn wounds to show for. And Jim can’t have that. Because for all of him being the Devil, the dark lord, Satan, and whatever else you want to call him, Jim only wants to see the bad people suffer. And Leonard is grumpy, permanently tired, always calling Jim out, and refuses to sleep with him, but Leonard is also just inherently very good, and Jim can’t see him hurt. Even just a few burn wounds. No sir.

So he finds Leonard’s assailant in an abandoned warehouse. And the gun in the man’s hand doesn’t scare him, because when Leonard isn’t around, Jim is his immortal self. “What are you gonna do, shoot me?” Jim asks the bad guy with a smug smile, “you’ll find I’m pretty hard to kill. And I promise you, I’ll drag you down to Hell myself for a torture session that’ll last til the end of next century-” he’s silenced by the gunshot, loud and ringing in his ears. And initially he laughs, because what’s this idiot thinking? But then there’s a deep pain in his abdomen, warm blood seeping out of the wound, and Jim looks down in surprise. “How?” He asks, but he finds that question answered quickly. “Jim!” Leonard calls out, rushing towards Jim as the other steadily gets weak in the knees, “Jesus Christ, what were you thinking?!” Jim glances in Leonard’s direction, smiling lightly as the other holds him tight. The pain is leaving his body along with the blood, and he feels almost pleasantly numb. “I need to punish those who deserve it. If anyone deserves it, it’s whoever dares laying a finger on you,” Jim replies, aware there’s tears in Leonard’s eyes. “Yours a fucking idiot,” Leonard says, and Jim grins weakly. “Yeah,” he says, “you’ve told me that before.”

A bullet narrowly missing the two of them sends Leonard away from Jim’s side. Out to get the killer. Jim promises he can hold out til then, but he knows he’s dying quickly. “God… dad,” he croaks out quietly, “I know I don’t deserve it for abandoning my throne and my duties, but I’m asking you for one favor. One tiny… Tiny thing. Spare Leonard. Let him go home to his daughter tonight. And I’ll do anything.” And like that, he’s dead.

Hell still looks pretty much the same. No big deal. Jim thinks he better go back to take his position on the throne, then. Rule the underworld for another millennia or two before another escape attempt will arise. But when he walks towards his throne, he realizes it’s eerily quiet out here. No screaming, no crying, no souls begging for forgiveness. And what’s worse, he notices, the Gates are wide open. That means a lot of bad souls have touched Earth again. But more importantly, that means Jim, too, can walk back out. He hesitates, for maybe a second or two. Then, he walks out, closing the Gates behind him.

He gasps for air like he’s been holding his breath for minutes, coughing and trying to move, but he’s restrained. In Leonard’s arms. In pure shock, Leonard lets go. “My, detective, I didn’t know you cared so much,” Jim says, sitting up straight now that Leonard released him. He lifts up his shirt curiously, and sees the bullet wound gone. Good. “How?!” Leonard asks. “I’m the devil,” Jim replies casually, “I’ve been telling you that since day one.” “No,” Leonard says, “I saw you die. You were dead. I held your dead body-” “I much rather you held me alive,” Jim says, and he smiles lightly, “did you catch the bad guy, or what?” He opens his mouth to speak more, after all, Jim talks a lot. But instead, Leonard silences him by pressing their lips together. Jim readily accepts this forced silence. “I thought you were dead,” Leonard says again, and Jim feels his hands over his cheeks, his jawline, and down to his neck to feel his pulse. “Well, some of us don’t have time to stay dead forever,” Jim says. His chest feels tight, the look in Leonard’s eyes is something he’s seen in movies, but he’s never been at the receiving end of it. It’s weird. Exhilarating. He wants more of that. But he’s got work to do. “Do you have any plans tonight?” He asks, and Leonard shakes his head. “No. Why, do you want to ‘bang it out’ again?” He asks, and Jim laughs. “No. We’re gonna go monster hunting,” he says, getting up on his feet, and he pulls Leonard up, too. “That still sounds like one of your weird euphemisms for sex,“ Leonard says. Jim smiles fondly, patting Leonard’s shoulder. “Don’t you worry, detective. Plenty of time to do that after.”

#anonymous #mckirk #headcanons #mckirkmodern #modern au #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #bones #wow i wrote something?????#call the press #it's been literally months #and you can tell im rusty #but here you go #also #go watch lucifer

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