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[sporadic-vocaloid-rock-and-metal]

Today's entry is デジタルライムハスラー - Digital Rhyme Hustler by Liq featuring Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin and Len.

It is a VOCALOUD song.

The PV was illustrated by Kamori

[scenikeight]

Evangelion 3.0+1.0: Thrice Upon A Time シン・エヴァンゲリオン劇場版:𝄂

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Tropetember Day 8 - 5+1 / 3+1

You're in my sickbay again...

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x GN!Reader

Fandom: Star Trek (I was writing it as AOS but pretty sure it works for TOS as well if that's your jam)

Rating: Teen and up

TW: Mentions of torture, mention of injuries

AN: Day 8 of @tropetember. Not a massively in depth fic, more like snapshots of situations that occur through the relationship.

3 times Dr McCoy didn't want to see you in his medbay and 1 time he did

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 1.3k

1

While you hadn’t been expecting to be beamed directly into the quarantine suite in the Medbay of the USS Enterprise, after three months working with Captain James T for Trouble Kirk, it wasn’t totally surprising either.

Kirk had been invited to a celebration feast in a system you were exploring, but had only been allowed to bring one guest. As Chief Security Officer or CSO, you had been volunteered for the position.

You had done everything you could to keep the Captain away from anything questionable. Sadly, conversations with him usually went something along the lines of:

“Jim, no”

“Jim, yes”.

It was something you regularly discussed in your sessions with the ship's newly appointed counsellor.

Since quarantine procedures were only instigated when the transporter detected an anomaly in the crew members being transported, and assuming it was due to Jim, you just sigh to yourself and shake your head.

“I told you to watch him closely!”

The southern drawl didn’t soften the accusation, even deadened as it was by the plexiglass divider that separated Quarantine from the rest of the medbay.

“I did! I don’t understa…”

You trail off as you have a sudden realisation and groan.

“I found him with his tongue down the Princess’s throat.”

Dr McCoy gives a long suffering sigh.

“I’ll have to run tests on both of you. The transporter team couldn’t definitively tell if you both have it.” He pauses and looks you up and down. “I expected better of you Lieutenant Commander”

“Yeah, cos you’re so much better at this than I am. It was Orion herpes last time, wasn’t it?”

The CMO just smirks and tells you to stop pointing fingers before sauntering off towards the storage cupboard. You respond by flipping him off. And you maybe watch his ass a little.

Turning to the Captain, who has been uncharacteristically silent until this point, you channel your inner McCoy.

“Goddamnit Jim!”

Jim decides that you and Bones are spending too much time together.

2

When Scotty had called to warn Dr McCoy of an incoming victim of an explosion in engineering, he had not expected it to be you.

“You’re in my sickbay again sweetheart.”

He uses a sing-song tone that he doesn’t employ with the rest of the crew. Nurse Chapel, who is at the other side of the bed, takes note to check in with the Captain as to the state of the betting pool. She believes she may have lost.

You nod in response to the doctor’s enquiry. You’re in far too much pain to think of anything more complex than that in response.

“What were you even doing in Engineering?” he grumbles to himself, moving around in the space to grab hypos, bandages, burn salve and a dermal regenerator. “You’re almost as bad as Jim and Spock.”

You try to focus on him but you’re struggling to stay conscious. It’s not aided by the painkillers he dumps into your system.

McCoy gently moves you to be laying on the bed. He’s concerned at the extent of the damage done and the nerve trauma to your arm. To ease your pain, he hits you with a sedative and you’re out like a light.

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You groan as you come back to consciousness, the light of the medbay hurting your eyes.

“Welcome back darlin’” you hear.

Smiling despite yourself, you squint in Leonard’s direction.

“I was helping with the repairs on the lower decks. I assumed it was safer than an away mission. Apparently I was wrong.”

Surprised laughter bubbles from the grumpy doctor as he agrees.

“Well, get yourself rested up. I’m serious this time. I don’t want to see you back in my medbay.”

“Sure” you agree, both of you knowing it won’t last for long. Occupational hazard. “Dinner and a movie on Saturday if the mean Doctor lets me go?”

3

It made a change for a mission to go wrong due to something Spock did but in a culture that valued feelings as much more important than logic, it was not that surprising.

Most of the crew had made a successful escape but yourself and Dr McCoy had been taken hostage during the initial skirmish. You’d been thrown in a cell together and that had been that.

Or at least, so you’d thought.

You’d been dragged from the cell, questioned and beaten in front of McCoy in an attempt to find out details of the Enterprise and it’s crew. You hadn’t broken, but by the time you’d been rescued, you definitely had at least a couple of broken ribs, a black eye and various assorted cuts and bruises.

Len was quiet as he helped to repair your injuries. Where you were black and blue, his torture had been psychological. He couldn’t get your screams out of your head.

Noticing his distracted state you grasps his jaw gently, disguising the wince it bring when it pulls a little, and raise his eyes to yours.

“This isn’t your fault.”

His eyes dart away but you stay firm.

“I am trained for this, Len. I’d do it again to protect you. But you’re going to need to let the guilt go.”

He sighs heavily.

“I’ll try.” He pauses to run the regen unit over your upper arm. “You’ll need to do me a favour though.”

“Anything.”

“Go on a date with me?”

Mr Spock had been on his way to apologise for the consequences of his actions but is distracted by the fact that he has won the betting pool. He better inform the Captain and come back later.

1

You’re still not sure how it happened. As CSO, your main responsibility was the Captain and when things went wrong, his safety was paramount. You couldn’t check on everyone else. You just had to trust that your team was doing their job.

You hadn’t even realised Len had been hit until you landed on the transporter pad.

There had been so much blood.

Now, you were pacing outside the OR. It had been hours since the beam out when finally M’Benga pops his head out.

“He’ll be ok. He won’t be working for a few weeks but he’ll be ok.”

Your knees give out from under you and you land heavily on the chair behind you. Tears of relief escape without your permission and you drop your head into your hands.

M’Benga gives your shoulder a squeeze, letting you know where Len is being moved to and giving you permission to stay with him, before heading off to finish cleaning himself up.

You take a deep breath and approach Len’s bed. His larger than life presence is softened in sleep and you can’t help but notice how fragile he looks.

Taking his hand, you place a kiss on his knuckles and then rest your head against the mattress. After nearly 36hrs awake, you’re out like a light

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You wake to the feeling of fingers running through your hair which you automatically nuzzle into. It’s nice. Comforting.

It takes longer than you’d ever admit to orient yourself, but when you do, you raise yourself and meet Len’s eyes. He has a soft smile on his face that you can’t help but mirror.

“Sorry for dropping in, I know you didn’t want to see me in your medbay.” It’s a cheeky comment but it widens his smile into a grin. You pat yourself on the back for lightening the atmosphere.

“I’ll let you off this time.” His voice is a bit scratchy from lack of use but it sounds like the finest music to your ears. How could you have been so close to never hearing it again? He continues, “care to join me for dinner? I’m afraid there’s only jello.”

You laugh at the silly grump of a man in the hospital bed. Your best friend. Your favourite person. The love of your life.

“I’d love to.”

[askaceattorney]

(Info about Fahombo)

(Previous Letter)

Dear 3-1,

Woah, for real?  I was only guessing about that!

Proving your manliness by jumping over a stone...  It almost sounds like something out of a fairy tale.  I wonder why they don’t have an event like that at the Olympics?

-Maya Fey

[fuck-mygayisshowing]

Me and @strangebrainrot had this thought, and it's kinda fun

3 times Mrs Harrington tried to set up Susan and Billy's bio-mom, and the 1 time it worked

Date one: Movies

This one was purely accidental, but Elena is going to take credit for it. She, Susan, and Sarah went to the movies as a girls night. Joyce stayed behind because she had to watch over the kids. When they get there, there aren't three seats available next to each other, so Elena finds a single seat and let's the Mrs Hargroves sit together. At some point she looks over and realizes how cute they would be together, and so she begins her plotting.

Date two: Dinner

Elena set it up so they would have reservations at a fancy restaurant for another girls day, but didn't show. She got Joyce and Hopper to spy on Susan and Sarah. They reported that the Californians were a bit awkward, but eventually started having easy conversation. When Elena apologizes to the girls about missing dinner because Steve kept her home, Sarah replied that they understood. Unfortunately, they didn't seem in love just yet. Try again then.

Date three: Winter Lodge

At this point Elena just hands them a map, tells them to go to a private lodge and spend a week or two there to "get away from the kids". Billy, Robin (in this universe, Billy's twin), and Max found out Elena's plan and decided they wanted in. So maybe the kids acted a little more rowdy so that their moms would want to get away. And if the lodge only had one bed, well..

The one time it worked will be posted on J's blog

[disparame-en-la-sien]

Me lo hiciste otra vez,

Ya no lo puedo creer

Ojalá y un día se te regrese

-Pxndx

[northernstarswriting]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Haunting of Bly Manor (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dani Clayton/Jamie Characters: Jamie (The Haunting of Bly Manor), Dani Clayton Additional Tags: not beta-ed i die like dani, too soon?, it’s sad but only a little bit, Mostly Fluff, soft, They deserved better, Happy ending-ish?, like for real as happy as it can be with the show ending the way it did, Hurt/Comfort, 3+1 Summary:

The years after Bly are riddled with a deep underlying fear. A fear that, just like the presence of Viola, lingers in the back of her mind, ready to strike at any given moment. Somehow Jamie always seems to know when the fear gets too much, when Dani gets too locked away in her own head and does her best to pull her out again.

Years after Jamie had to leave the love of her life lying at the bottom of a pond, Dani returns the favour.