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stargir1z · 3 years

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Coming from a Brit who doesn't live near London or even in England.. what's living in London like?

well firstly . expensive as Fuck… the tube costs 3 pounds??? which means every time you go out and come back you’re spending the amount it costs to buy a good dinner in Hong kong … in hk it’s like 20p to use the metro on avg so it rly doesn’t make sense to me. also eating out n clothes n drinks so expensive </3 i understand now why ppl in northeast or west or whatever have such communities By That Area because it’s just so pricey to go central

otherwise the museums r excellent and lots of beautiful historical sites. i can definitely feel a difference as opposed to hk in that i can sense like. The layers and layers of history in ldn.. we went to the Barbican and i randomly spotted part of the wall of London that was built by the Romans ~100 ad and it was just there in some grass like u could just touch it and i started literally being screaming crying throwing up meme and my friend was just like calmn tf down BUT BRO. It’s been there for fucking 2000 years it’s witnessed so much such an unfathomable amount of love and hatred has occurred around its stone wtf

also way more ethnically and culturally diverse than general Hong Kong population (which is just locals, rich mainlander tourists, small Muslim community, + American Indian and Korean expats) which is rly cool nd means different areas have different cuisines nd markets which . Love

on the note of the markets yea because there’s less malls than what im used to there’s way more room for small businesses nd eco friendly routes of shoppin.. and portobello and thrift stores in certain areas are so sexy … and the used BOOKSTORES .. I Cum on the streets of russell square every day

#thank you for this and #sorry was extra but wanted to preserve my thoughts for later comparison as well #also now I’m in nj so ill be nyc quite a bit and learn more about ANOTHER city!!! YAY #i love love love seeing how politics has affected a city’s look and feel over time #**#anon #other misc: Chewbe loud as fuck #people are emotionally inept here imo LMAO even compared to Americans. Everything is small talk and i frequently wish to die #sexiest area is Islington/angel or around bri ish museum #brick lane/Shoreditch/spiral fields is VASTLY overrated it’s like. might as well shop from a private school girls depop babes #Chinatown here looks fake as fuck but food is actually authentic and bomb #(from my experience in hk. as we know im not Chinese)#also so many beautiful parks im so grateful for that bc in hk you can’t even sit in the grass where u want 80% of the time #if you live in London please also send ur thoughts

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apileoftribbles · 7 years

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Thrift Shoppin’

Leonard McCoy x Reader

Star Trek AU

Words: 1527

Warnings: A few swears, but that’s about it

Author’s note: Hi pals! So it’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything that hasn’t been for school, and this is my first ever reader insert fic, so your kind and constructive feedback is very much appreciated. This is for @yourtropegirl and her 1000 follower celebration (congratulations!) and was inspired by my own summer job experiences, as well as my undying love of Star Trek and of course, our dear Leonard. Enjoy!

It was a hot summer day in the middle of July, the Colorado sun beating mercilessly on everything it touched. You stood up and groaned, surveying the piles of clothing and knick-knacks surrounding you, each in various levels of disrepair. Sorting donations at a thrift store definitely wasn’t your preferred line of work, but it paid the bills. After a few moments, you lifted your baseball hat to wipe the sweat dripping from your forehead and went back to digging through the endless piles of other people’s stuff.

You didn’t see him when he walked up, nearly jumping away at the sound of a strange voice standing altogether too close.

“Excuse me, m’am?”

You squinted up at the man, too tired and irritated to respond.

“Where should I put these?” He continued in his southern lilt, looking down at his armful of neatly folded clothes.

You sighed, reaching out both hands towards him, “I’ll take them. Is there anything else you need?”

“That’s it,” he handed you the pile, freezing when he caught a glimpse of the black lines on your wrist.

“Have a nice day!” you turned away quickly, not in the mood for further conversation.

“Wait – I’m sorry, is that a Starfleet symbol? On your wrist?”

“Yes.”

He frowned, studying you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“If you’re a member of Starfleet, then why in God’s name are you here?”

“I’m not in Starfleet,” you snapped, “Not anymore. I mean, I went to the academy, but I never really served.”

“So, are you a dropout or what?”

You dropped his clothes on the ground abruptly, turning to face him. “for your information, sir, I was the top of my class in every subject and graduated with honors,” you stepped back, surprising yourself with the outburst, “I just didn’t… couldn’t…” you trailed off, unsure of how to explain yourself.

He grimaced, staring at his shoes. “My apologies m’am. I didn’t mean to offend.”

You both stood in silence for a few moments, at a complete loss for words.

“My mom died,” you confessed quietly. “She was a doctor for Starfleet and a professor at the academy.” The man’s eyes snapped up.He squinted at you curiously and tried to say something, but you pushed forward, knowing you were rambling but unable to keep the words from tumbling out.

“She was on her last mission before she retired. There was an outbreak of a previously undiscovered alien virus on one of the planets her ship visited and she refused to leave until she figured out a cure for the inhabitants. She was infected within a few days and died before they could synthesize the medicine she needed,” you took a deep breath, absentmindedly touching your wrist. “It’s for her. She loved Starfleet, and she died saving the lives of people she had never met. I went to med school and joined Starfleet because of her, because I just wanted to be like her. It was a few months after I had graduated from the academy and I just… couldn’t go back. Everything reminded me of her.”

“Why here?” He asked, still studying you intently.

You shrugged, starting to pick his clothes off the ground. “I don’t really know. I kind of just started driving east and stopped when I felt like I was far enough away.”

He stooped to the ground and started picking up clothes, still frowning with his eyebrows knitted together. You were getting increasingly uncomfortable with this man that asked too many questions, even if his accent was kind of cute and he had the warmest hazel eyes and seemed vaguely familiar and –

“What do you want from me?” you jerked yourself out of your reverie and tried to shove away the troubling thoughts, grabbing the rest of the clothes from him and throwing them into a box.

“I just don’t think this is what Diana would have wanted for you,” he said quietly.

“What?!” you choked out, too shocked to move. “How the hell – who the fuck are you?”

“Dr. Leonard McCoy, at your service m’am,” his frown melted into a smile as he saw a flash of recognition cross your face when he said his name.

“McCoy? As in mom’s favorite student McCoy?”

“The one and only. And that makes you Y/N, right?” he held out a hand for you to shake. “I know we’ve met once or twice briefly but… it’s been a while.”

You shook his hand tentatively. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. She absolutely adored having you in her class.”

“She was a wonderful person and an incredible doctor.” He ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry to hear about her passing.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

He raised an entirely unconvinced eyebrow at you but thankfully said nothing.

“So, what brings you out here?” you asked, “San Francisco isn’t exactly nearby.”

“I’m on shore leave for a few weeks and I figured I should go somewhere I hadn’t before.” He shrugged, “the mountains aren’t bad either. Why are you here?”

“You know, she tried to set us up once.” You rapidly changed the subject, smiling at the memory.

“What? Well I’ll be damned.” He grinned.

“It was my first year at the academy and she wouldn’t stop talking about this student I just had to meet, this brilliant, handsome young doctor with such a promising career…” you couldn’t help yourself from laughing a little at the thought of your easily excited mother.

“So?”

“So, what?”

“So, what did you say?” He asked, reaching over to help you sort.

“I told her I was far too busy with my studies to even consider seeing someone. Also, I had a thing for someone else.”

“Well that’s just my luck isn’t it,” he grumbled.

“It wasn’t worth it, don’t worry. He dropped out after failing too many labs,” you chuckled to yourself. Good ol’ Richard Casey. He was always good for a fun time but wasn’t the sharpest tool in the –

“I think you should consider coming back.” McCoy said abruptly.

“Back to what?,” you shook your head, “there’s nothing left for me. Not here, not there, not anywhere.”

“Y/N, would you stop being so damn determined to be miserable and hear me out?”

“Mom never mentioned you having an attitude problem.”

“She never mentioned you being a quitter either.”

You opened your mouth to retort and he held up his hands, “okay, now maybe that was uncalled for. I myself have quit on many occasions, but that’s beside the point.” He took a deep breath and bent down to look directly into your eyes, “the simple truth is, you aren’t happy here. Anyone can see that. And while I’m far from Starfleet’s biggest fan, it gave me a home when I had nowhere else to go, and I think it can do that for you too,” he paused, “and while I can’t speak for her, I think Diana would want you to go.”

You stared at the ground, not wanting to believe what he was saying but knowing it was true. Mom never would have wanted you to run away, not like this, but the thought of going back to San Francisco and facing the memories that haunted you was too much to process.

“I know, but McCoy I… I can’t,” You stuttered out, wiping frantically at the tears threatening to fall.

“It’s okay, I’m not trying to pressure you into anything. Believe it or not, I understand what you’re going through.” McCoy placed a hand on your shoulder. “Listen, maybe now isn’t the best time to talk about this. When do you get off?”

You took a few moments to finish collecting yourself and gave him a small smile.

“Five, why?”

“Can I take you out for a drink after work?”

“Are you going to keep trying to recruit me?”

“Maybe. We do have an empty position on the medical team on the Enterprise.” He shrugged.

“McCoy – “ you warned.

“Or maybe I just want to spend more time with you.”

You could have imagined it, but there seemed to be just the slightest blush creeping into his cheeks and the tiniest fidget of his hands while he waited for your answer.

“Fine,” you sighed, “make it dinner and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

He gave you a warm smile, “I’ll be back at five?”

“Yes McCoy, see you at five,” you feigned irritation in a vain attempt to contain your excitement, eventually giving in and returning his smile.

He winked and strode away, whistling a little as he went. You looked up towards the sun, closing your eyes for a moment as a delightfully cool breeze swept across your face.

“Okay, mom,” you smiled up at the sky, “message received.”

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