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1. Name: megan
2. Nicknames: meg, gramps
3. Zodiac sign: scorpio
4. Height: 5′6″
5. Languages: english, little bit of spanish
6. Nationality: american
7. Favorite season(s): the rainy season (summer), fall
8. Favorite flower(s): carnations
9. Favorite scent(s): chocolate, whatever’s cooking when i’m really hungry
10. Favorite color(s): purple (darker shades, not lavender)
11. Favorite animal(s): penguins, big cats
12. Favorite fictional character: theres too many good ones to choose a singular character over all the others, but i do really enjoy the hercules poirot stories by agatha christie, so maybe him
13. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate!
14. Average sleep: prob around 7 hrs on a worknight, 9-10 on weekends
15. Cats or Dogs: cats
16. Number of blankets: 2, but only because the top one is scratchy, i hate keeping them aligned but the bottom one isnt warm enough
17. Dream trip: i think a train trip around europe. take a couple weeks and see as much as possible
18. apparently theres no q18, so im just gonna say go wash your hands. stay healthy, stay safe.
19. Follower count: 358
20: Random fact about myself: my mom randomly bought me a ukulele for xmas a few years back and i still havent learned how to play it. i watched like 2 youtube vids on it before last thanksgiving but didnt go back after the holiday. i should get that back out.
i tag: @honeyscombs @truthfullyitellyou @thranduilhufflepuff @bpdronanlynch @space-turtle @earmugh @fleurdufeu @eatingthelastknownbison @frostedej @hoodies-are-my-castle and anyone else who wants to do it!
Intro: Welcome to another installment of this series!
Part 1 Part 2
Pairing: Leonard McCoy x reader
Word Count: 1,681
Warnings: I haven’t written the whole fic yet so I am just going to guess but will put specific warnings in each part to warn you guys. Swearing, capture, pain, torture (don’t know if I’m going to describe it yet), small injury treatment, being hung upside down for an extended period of time.
Summary: Getting lost in the forest with the grumpy CMO is not the most ideal situation, but things soon take a turn for the worst when you are captured and taken hostage. The alien species interrogates you for information you don’t have, and there are harsh consequences. How will you ever find your way back home if you don’t even know where you are?
-Enjoy!-
Your cold, fitful sleep was interrupted abruptly by a sharp shake to your shoulder. You were instantly aware of your sore abdominal muscles and groaned, your eyes opening heavily and slowly.
"Hey, kid, get up." It was Leonard, who had straightened up and was now standing over you. "I think they're coming."
That really got you moving, pushing yourself up onto your hands, and becoming increasingly aware of the sound of footsteps reverberating off the stone walls. Your abs hurt with every tiny movement, and you grunted as you tried to get your feet under you. Hands quickly found your upper arms and Leonard helped to get you to your feet, keeping a grip on you as you steadied yourself.
A sharp voice made you jump, and you released Leonard's forearms as you turned to see dark figures enter the room.
Their whole bodies looked like they were made of scales, head to toe, covered in dark armour, punctuated by plates of gold. They had big scaly tails protruding from their backsides, and large, completely black eyes inset into their face.
You unintentionally took a step backwards as they approached the cell, and Leonard looked back at you, catching your eye for a second with a steady gaze.
"Humans!" One of the aliens shouted in barely discernible English. "You will come with us."
"Why are we here?" Leonard demanded.
"You will come with us." The alien shouted again, and one of them stepped towards the cell with a giant key.
"We're not going anywhere." Leonard took a step back, closing the gap between you and him and extending a hand that crossed over your front and gently touched your hip protectively.
"You will come with us." Three aliens entered the cell and advanced towards you and Leonard.
Leonard's grip on your hip tightened as they neared, and he stepped back, taking you with him. They smelt of sea water and the stench of rotting plants, and it only made your panic spike.
One of the aliens grabbed at Leonard, it’s taloned hands ripping him forwards and away from you. In the tightness of his jaw and the stiff steps Leonard took, you could tell that he wanted to fight back, but when he flipped around in the alien's grip to face you, you could tell he'd made a decision. To not fight back, to be docile in order not to get hurt. And his gaze he was telling you to do the same.
You gritted your teeth as the next alien grabbed you and held your hands to your back tightly.
Sharp talons were digging into your upper arms as you were escorted out of the cell and through the winding stone corridors. You climbed up several sets of wide stairs until you ended up at a large set of double doors. They swung slowly open with loud resounding creaks as you approached, and it made you want to put your hands over your ears.
The doors opened to a vastly large room, with towering ceilings and tall stone pillars. It became clear as you entered that is was more of an arena, with stone stadium seats lining the room, with larger, separated seats at each far end of the stadium. The ground was a fine gravel, almost sand, under your feet, and it made a soft crunching sound under your feet.
A barely perceptible cool breeze brushed across your bare skin and made you shiver. For a room with only high windows for light, it was surprisingly bright but the shadows that streaked across the room were very ominous.
You were pushed into the center of the arena, where there was a platform in the center of the room with a large glass box sitting on top of it. It was taller than it was wide, looking like the size of a stand-alone shower.
"Hey!"
You snapped your head around to see Leonard being shoved towards the platform. He was trying to wrench his hands free, digging his heels into the sand, but ended up being forced up onto the platform.
“What are you doing? Stop!” You yelled, trying to get free yourself, but you were no match for the alien’s grip.
Leonard was shoved into the glass box, which was quickly closed and sealed behind him, trapping him inside. He pressed his palms against the glass before slamming a fist against it with a bang, and you could see his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths.
His eyes found their way to you and he looked like he wanted to say something, and you wanted to say something too, but you had no idea what was going on. No idea what was going to happen.
With your attention focused on Leonard, you were distracted when two cold metal bracelets were clicked onto your wrists and you were released, arms falling separate at your sides.
Suddenly, there was a resounding siren echoing through the room. And without warning the empty stadium was suddenly full, the rows of empty stadium seats filled with aliens in a flash. The echoing silence quickly turned into an uproar of screams, hoots, and hollers.
Your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt panic and dread dripping through your system when there was a loud slam, like the bottom of a cane hitting the ground, and the entire room fell silent.
You spun towards the sound, and you could have almost laughed. It looked like one of those old medieval movies, where the king was sat on a throne, his guards standing at attention on either side. The larger alien in the middle held a long staff, with a sharp golden point at the top, and had on similar armour to the rest of the aliens, except his were more ornate, a deep green and purple, with gold accents. On his head was a line of gold that looked like a thin chain necklace draped over his forehead.
"Welcome humans!" The alien's voice resounded, loud and echoing through the large room. His English was much smoother and easier to understand than the other alien's language.
"I am Ch'al, the leader of this species." At that, the entire stadium erupted in applause and cheers.
Once it died down, he continued. "You look frightened. What ever is the matter?"
You stared up at him, teeth clenched tightly together, feeling your knees shake slightly out of fear.
His mouth curved into a sickening smile, sharp rows of teeth appearing behind his curled lips. "Speak, human!" He demanded, clicking his cane again, the sound resounding across the room.
Your tongue sat thick in your mouth and you blinked heavily before forcing the words out of your mouth. "Why-why are we here?"
"Very good," he taunted. "You are here, human, because of the Artifact." He said it with such reverence that the words resounded in your brain and shook you to your core.
What the hell was he talking about?
You curled and uncurled your fists at your side before raising your voice shakily, "What artifact?"
The entire stadium erupted in shouts of laughter, and you looked around, your breath ragged in your chest, dread soaking your nerves.
"Oh ignorant one," Ch'al taunted, "the Artifact that was stolen from us! The one that you came here to help us retrieve!" There was more sharp laughter, and it grated against your ear.
"We came here to retrieve a crashed ship." You said.
"Ah yes," he grinned, "we'll just call that a 'happy accident' that brought you to us, young one."
"What do you want from us?" You shouted, and the crowd fell into a sudden silence.
"Oh, I don't want anything from him." The alien gestured with his head towards Leonard, who was standing stoic when you looked over your shoulder at him. "I just want you."
Your heart pounded in your chest, and your palms grew sweaty. "What do you want from me?" You asked, not feeling prepared for what the answer was going to be.
"I want information."
Well that wasn't what you were expecting.
Ch'al looked down his nose at you, cocking his head slightly to the side before continuing. "We'll start from the beginning.”
The crowd fell into a silence again and a cool drip of sweat snuck down the back of your neck and made you shiver.
“Tell us everything you know about your father."
Your mouth went dry. A shiver drew down your spine. "M-my father?" You stammered, swaying slightly on your feet.
Ch'al's gaze was even and undeterred by your fright as he waited for you to continue.
"I barely knew my father," you gulped, "he left when I was six. I was raised by my mother."
"Child, you test my patience." His tone had suddenly switched from taunting to icy, and the crowd started shifting excitedly in their seats. "Let me show you what happens when you test me." He clicked his talons together as you would snap your finger and there was a sudden gurgling and gushing sound.
You spun around to follow the sound, and your heart contracted painfully in your chest. The sound was coming from the box that Leonard was trapped in, now about a foot of water soaking Leonard's calves. You saw true panic in his eyes as you both realized what was happening, and Leonard slammed his fist on the side of the box, shouting something that was muffled through the glass box.
"Let him go." You demanded, spinning back to Ch'al, fury and true fear sparking in your veins. "You don't want to do this."
"I don't?" Ch'al's voice was back to taunting. "I want information, Sweet, and this is how I'm going to get it."
It was then everything seemed to swirl in slow motion as realization hit you. This wasn't just a hostage situation. They weren't just going to hold you and Leonard captive until you were rescued. They wanted something. Something you were going to have give them. Something you didn't have. And they were going to torture Leonard for it.
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@drleonardmccoy replied to your post “i just watched lethe and im uh very concerned for my boy”
same!! i just watched After Trek and saw a trailer for this week's ep and yiked i'm even more worried. especially since this ep is meant to be a time loop ep ahhHH!! i just wanna give him a hug and have him back to normal.
mood!!
although fingers crossed this leads to some good good culmets content next week, i need more science husbands in my life <3
Intro: So so so here we are my loves, at last (I’m sorry it took so long - blame school). YES I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED IT MESSY P.T. 2 FOR YOUUU.
This is a long awaited (and long overdue) sequel to Messy that was requested by a number of you and thank you guys so much for the amazing response that Messy got, it astounds me.
So hopefully this one satiates your need for more as it is a long one (surprise surprise).
I want to give a big shout out to @yourtropegirl for setting up a poll for me to decide the uniform that Leonard would wear (right) along with the reader’s dress (left), which you can see above - they are beautiful guys thanks so much.
Pairing: Bones x reader
Word Count: 5,813 (whoopsies)
Warnings: none, just tooth-aching fluff and a little bit of frustration.
Summary: So, if you haven’t read the original Messy, Leonard is all upset because Jocelyn is getting re-married and invites Leonard to the wedding. The reader jokingly says that he should go and bring a hot date, not realizing that the hot date would actually be them. This story is surrounding Jocelyn’s wedding. I hope you enjoy!
ALSO: I have actually no idea what Jocelyn is like as a person, even what she looks like as I have seen precious few episodes of TOS. So I wrote her as a blue-eyed blonde who is infuriatingly nice. Though I have an angst fic planned where she isn’t going to be so nice...
-Enjoy!-
“Nope. That’s it. I’m not going.” You fumed, storming out of the bathroom, and stalking past Leonard who was zipping up his shirt.
Strong hands suddenly caught you around the waist, and you were yanked backwards.
“Hey, whoa, darlin’.” Leonard pulled you to his chest.
You beat weakly at his arms in an attempt to pry them off you and kicked your feet, trying to resist him but he was too strong.
“Let me go, Len.” You pouted, trying to squirm out of his grip.
“What’s wrong?” Leonard wrapped his arms around you tighter, one arm around your waist, one arm across your chest.
“I am not going to this wedding.” You stated, pushing off his chest to get away, but he held you fast.
“Why are- sTOP FIGHting ME!” He shouted as your elbows dug into his sides, trying to get him to release you.
“Go find some other beautiful girl to bring.” You fought.
“What are you-OW! Are you biting me?” Leonard inquired with a huff of laughter.
You pulled your teeth from his arm, “No.”
He suddenly spun you around in his grip to face him, his arms still locked around you, “What is the matter with you?”
“I-I can’t go, Len. I just-it’s too much and what if they...” You rambled but stopped when Leonard’s hands gripped either side of your face, making your cheeks squish and your lips pout slightly.
“You’re freaking out.” He informed.
“Nuhhuh.” You argued through pouted lips.
“Why are you freaking out?” Leonard released your face enough so you could speak.
“This dress looks dumb. I can barely breathe when it’s zipped up and it’s too... ugh.” You tried to explain, but with the disbelieving look that Leonard was giving you, he didn’t get it.
“Is that it?” He raised an eyebrow and you suddenly had the urge to shave it off.
“Well that and that this is a big step, Len. I am meeting your ex, on her WEDDING DAY no less, and I am going to meet your daughter and they are all going to hate me and I look stupid in this...” You started to hyperventilate.
Leonard’s hands fell to your shoulders and you looked up at him, tears perched on your eyelids.
“Do not freak out on me.” He chastized with a smile, “I need you there with me today, darlin’. You are going to be fine. Jocelyn is going to pretend you don’t exist and Jo is going to love you.”
“You think so?” You chewed on your thumbnail, your nervous tick, “I am no good with kids.”
Steady fingers under your chin lifted your gaze up to his, “If she loves you even half as much as I do, then you’ll be dragged off to play ‘princess tea party’ and have your ear talked off in no time.”
His sweet comments warmed your heart, but you were still nervous.
Sensing your hesitation, Leonard leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a soft, gentle, reassuring kiss and it made you melt on the inside. Pulling away, he looked deeply into your eyes and thumbed your cheek softly.
“And I think I have a solution to your dress problem.” A smirk played on his lips as he backed away and walked over to the closet.
“What are you doing?” You asked skeptically.
“I had a feeling you were going to freak out, so I decided to have a back-up plan just in case.” He swung the closet doors open and produced a long black clothing bag.
“No. You didn’t.” You glared at him.
“Oh I did, darlin’.” His smirk was devilish as he laid the bag on the bed and unzipped it.
The black bag fell away and Leonard pulled out a long length of blue fabric. Your jaw nearly hit the floor and a gasp escaped you as you drew the dress through your fingers. The fabric was cool and smooth, and the colour of the the deep ocean, a beautiful blue. You couldn’t tell much about the shape of it by the way Leonard was holding it, but you knew it was going to be gorgeous. You snatched it from his hands and hugged it to your chest for a second before dashing towards the bathroom to try it on.
“Hey, whoa, just slip it on out here, I want to see it.” Leonard called as he took a few steps in pursuit after you.
“No, no, I need to do my hair and makeup before I can get into this.” You turned towards him.
“We have to leave in...” He checked his watch, “20 minutes.”
“You really want to be on time for your ex-wife’s wedding?” You sassed, eliciting an especially exasperated look from Leonard.
He huffed and grumbled, “No. Now get goin’. You have half an hour.” He warned and his hand came down on your ass as you turned, the smack making you jump and giggle as you dashed quickly into the bathroom.
40 minutes later you were ready, much to Leonard’s annoyance.
You applied the last of your makeup to a chorus of “Let’s go, darlin’.” and “How long does it take to do your damn hair?” and “The car’s waiting outside.”
“Alright, quit your whinin’, I’m done, ya lunatic.” You cut him off mid-whine and rolled your eyes.
“Thank god.” He grumbled, making you scowl at the still-closed door and you touched up your lipstick for a few extra seconds just to spite him.
Smoothing your hands over the dress you looked at yourself in the mirror, letting out a deep breath. You could do this. The dress was absolutely stunning. When you had slipped it on you had gasped again at the beauty of it. Leonard outdid himself. The dress was a carribean blue, you’d decided, the fabric flowy and smooth as it drifted towards your feet. The top was a little more fitted, with straps that sat on your shoulders as well as fluttery, loose straps that fell down off-the-shoulder. You had left your hair down, but pinned a few pieces up to frame your face, and your makeup was light but pretty.
Finally, as you stared at yourself in the mirror, you began to relax. This was going to be fine.
You slipped out the door without warning Leonard and stepped out silently to see him turned away from you, adjusting the wrists of his jacket. You took the time to admire the way the fitted white jacket contrasted against his tanned skin, the cut of it angular and interesting and it suited him amazingly. But it was the tight, high-waisted black pants, with a gold stripe down the side that really got you. Damn those legs. You inhaled sharply, which got his attention and he turned his head towards you.
Now it was his turn to go wide-eyed and admire you. His eyes raked up and down your body, admiring the dress that he had chosen for you, and you gave him a teasing smile.
“Wow...” He breathed, his hands falling to his sides, “Darlin’, you look... wow.”
You smiled big for him and gave him a little twirl before sweeping up to him, your dress swishing around your ankles.
“The dress is amazing, Len, thank you so much.” You whispered, running your thumbs under the lapels of his jacket before looking up at him.
Leonard’s hands smoothed over your back, sliding over the fabric, “You’re welcome. But I might have dug myself into a hole because you look damn gorgeous in that dress, I don’t know how I am going to keep my hands to myself all night.”
His breath tickled your face and you laughed as he leaned in to kiss you.
“You know, it’s bad luck to kiss the bride’s ex-husband’s girlfriend before the wedding.”
By the time you got to the venue, you were nearly an hour late, and you strode through the parking lot towards the almost castle-like building. The venue was upsettingly beautiful. And the weather was perfect.
You squinted in the beating sunlight to take in the caste, the stonework intricate and detailed, the grass surrounding the building green and fresh, and the gardens were magnificent.
Leonard’s body stiffened. The arm he had slung around your waist tightened and his fingers skimmed the bottom of your ribs, making you jump a little. You protested with a grunt but then your eyes found the source of Leonard’s sudden hesitation.
A limousine had pulled up and a woman in a white dress was climbing out with the help of an older man in a tux. That must be Jocelyn, you thought, taking one glance at the helpless look on Leonard’s face and knowing you were right.
You reached over and tugged on the bottom of his suit jacket, “Len, c’mon, don’t panic.” You tried to lead him towards the church but he stayed frozen, his arm falling from your waist.
A pang of pain for him hit your heart and you wondered what he was thinking, seeing Jocelyn in a wedding dress again, this time not for him.
Entwining your fingers with his, you tugged at his arm, “Hey, Len, I know you’re freaking out right now but I think it would be really tacky for the ex-husband and his girlfriend to walk into the church at the same time as the bride.”
He finally looked over at you, his eyes sad, and you stroked his hand with your thumb, giving him a small empathetic smile. He took a deep breath and nodded, and you walked hand in hand together into the church.
“Who’s dumb idea was this?” You whispered nervously to Leonard as you found two seats near the end of a row in the middle of the church.
“Uhhh... yours?” Leonard raised an eyebrow, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you settled into your seats that were right next to the aisle.
The inside of the castle was even more gorgeous than the outside, the sanctuary laid with a dark navy carpet, the ceilings high and arched, with beautiful architecture. The aisle was lined with white and blue flowers, and at the end of the aisle was the most beautiful arrangement of while lilies, blue hydrangeas, and strings of green ivy that you had ever seen. You suddenly felt self-conscious in your blue dress, a little mad that you matched the wedding colours, but you didn’t have much time to pout as the music started and the wedding began.
Bridesmaids and groomsmen glided down the aisle, dressed in colours that matched the theme, dark blues, dark greens and whites, followed by the flower girl. The girl’s dark hair and furrowed brows made you look twice, as you knew that face, the child looking so similar to her father that you almost laughed. That must be Joanna, you thought, and again Leonard’s hand tightening around yours confirmed your suspicions. Joanna had on a sweet white dress, her dark hair pinned back with tiny blue flowers, and she was tossing white flower petals out of her little basket, looking rather grumpy at the task at hand.
Then, suddenly, her head tilted up, her eyes finding Leonard in the crowd and her face broke into a smile.
“Daddy!” She screeched, dropping the basket to run over to Leonard, who instantly released your hand to embrace his daughter.
The room filled with a chorus of laughs and “awwws” but you could hear Leonard chiding his daughter’s behaviour as he let her go quickly.
“Jo-bean, sweetheart, you need to keep walking.” He whispered, wiping a few loose strands of hair out of her face.
“No, I want to stay with you.” She pouted and crossed her arms.
Leonard leaned down to look her in the eye, “Joanna McCoy, you have a very important job to do here. I will see you after, alright?” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, right between her furrowed brows.
“Okay.” She huffed and stomped back to her basket, now throwing the flower petals rather roughly as she made her way down the aisle, eliciting another laugh from the guests.
When Joanna finally made it down the aisle, the music changed, all of the guests standing to watch the bride enter. Jocelyn looked absolutely stunning in her wedding dress, it was fitted perfectly and flared out at the bottom, brushing elegantly across the ground. Her veil was pinned to the back of her head and spread out behind her beautifully, and she looked gorgeous as she glided down the aisle, her arm in her father’s.
Leonard was unreadable as he watched Jocelyn, his hands folded in front of him, and you wished he would reach for your hand, just to know that he still knew you were there.
The ceremony was exceptional, the vows were beautiful and you saw many a guest wipe at their eyes. They really did look in love, but you found it hard to concentrate on anything but Leonard sitting silently beside you, eyes forward, hands in his lap. Emotions cycled through you as you watched his profile.
You’d never been the kind of girl who thought about her wedding. You assumed it would happen one day, but honestly it made you panic. To be tied to another person for your whole life? You would take a murderous alien with a phaser over that any day.
But sitting here, listening to the lovely vows, seeing the sparkle in their eyes as they looked at each other, made you want it. Made it less scary. And you quickly realized why. Because of Leonard. Because you wanted this with him. But something made your breath hitch in your chest and your fear grow at the thought of marrying him. He had already done this. He had done the wedding thing and the marriage thing and the kid thing. How could you ever compare?
So lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed Leonard’s gaze slip to yours until you felt a hand cover yours where it sat on your knee and warm fingers slotted themselves between yours. A feeling of sureness shot through you, washing away all the fears you had, and if you could have proposed to him right then and there, you would have, but instead you yanked your eyes back to the happy couple in front of you.
“Do you remember the time we all went paintballing?”
The entire table broke into a fit of laughter, and Leonard leaned back in his chair as he laughed, nearly tipping over his plate of food that was set in front of him.
You and Leonard had been assigned a dinner table with some of him and Jocelyn’s old friends, 3 other couples that had been a part of Leonard’s life when he was still married to Jocelyn. They had done nothing but exchange old memories and talked of their happy, civilized lives, and Leonard fit right in.
“Yeah and I got Jeff right between the eyes.” Leonard added, sending the table into a roar of laughter again.
You stabbed angrily at the last of the potatoes on your plate, feeling very disheartened and ignored throughout the entire dinner. You hadn’t said a word the entire time.
The dining hall was a gorgeous ballroom draped in gold chandeliers, navy table cloths, and beautiful flowers. The far wall was lined with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to vast green rolling hills, the sun beginning to stream through, maybe an hour from setting. A balcony sat just outside the windows, and you longed to go out there, to be separated from the torture that was this dinner, all the talk of happy married life and kids and things you had no idea about.
Dinner soon came to an end and Jocelyn and her new husband made their rounds to different tables, saying their hellos and thank yous, both carrying an impenetrable smile on their faces. People milled about now, anxious for the transition from dinner to dancing, and those who had just a little too much liquid courage started dancing despite the lack of music. You stood next to Leonard, sipping on your champagne, desperately wishing for something stronger as he continued to chat with some old friends.
Then, the moment you dreaded since you had agreed to accompany Leonard to the wedding finally arrived.
“Leonard, thanks so much for coming.” You heard a smooth voice and saw the swish of a white dress approach and wrap her arms around Leonard.
“Oh, it’s our pleasure, and the wedding’s beautiful, Jocelyn.” Leonard responded, and you stepped closer to his side to join the conversation, taking in the beautiful blonde before you.
“Thank you, it’s been really wonderful.” Jocelyn beamed, her perfect smile and bright blue eyes making you hate her more with every second you stared at them.
“Joce, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Leonard finally turned to you, pushing you a little forward with a hand on your lower back.
“Hi.” She smiled and you took her hand, giving it a light shake, “Thanks for coming.”
“My pleasure.” You managed, stepping back, your hackles raised, and threaded your arm through Leonard’s, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible.
Jocelyn turned back to Leonard, and she wrung her hands in front of her, “Lee, can we talk for a minute?”
You could have smacked her for calling him “Lee”, but Leonard’s arm tightening on yours held you back.
“Of course.” He nodded and pulled away from you, his voice calm and even, which felt like a stab to the heart.
You watched him walk away with Jocelyn, tears suddenly perching on your lids, and he didn’t even give you a backwards glance.
“Are you my new mommy?” A chirpy voice sounded from behind you, and something pulled at your dress lightly.
Turning, you saw a little dark haired form dressed in white, familiar brown eyes looking up at you expectantly. Joanna.
You sat down on the nearest chair so you were more level with her eyes, “What was that, sweetie?”
“Are you going to be my new mommy?” She asked again, her little lips pursing.
You regarded the girl, who looked so much like Leonard, and you shook your head, “No, Joanna, I’m not.”
“Everyone calls me Jo.” She corrected.
“Alright, Jo.” You nodded.
“Are you in love with my daddy?” Jo asked, her little fingers playing with the fabric of your dress, near your knee.
You chuckled, “I am, Jo, I love him a lot.” The words sent a rush of warmth through your chest that mixed with the pain of seeing Leonard walk away with Jocelyn.
“How do you know you love him?” She asked, and you met her quizical brown eyes.
The question stunned you into silence and you honestly didn’t know how to respond.
“Why do you ask?” You stuttered.
Jo look displeased that you didn’t answer her question, but she responded, “There’s this girl in my class, and I think I love her.”
“How do you know?” You asked seriously, trying hard not to smile at the sweetness and sincerity of the little girl’s confession.
“She’s really pretty, and I like it when she smiles.” She toed at the foot of the chair before continuing, “Her parent’s don’t have a lot of money, so she doesn’t have a lot of nice things, and sometimes she comes to school without a lunch, so I bring her things. Like an extra snack, or I get her a pencil when she needs it. And once I brought her a lipstick and she smiled so big I thought I was going to explode.”
You smiled softly at her now, at her innocent little crush, and felt your heart swell, “Well, Jo, I think you know exactly what love is.”
“Really?” Jo beamed and you nodded.
“Do you like seeing my daddy smile?” She asked, suddenly serious now and played with the bracelets that encircled your wrists.
“I do.” You responded.
“So that’s how you know you love him, silly.” Jo shook her head and giggled.
“I guess your right.” You nodded, the words hitting you right in your heart, and you tried to keep your emotions at bay in front of the little girl.
“I like your dress.” She said, returning her little hands to the fabric and pinching it with her fingers.
“Thank you. Actually, your daddy got it for me.”
“He did?” Her eyes went wide and you grinned.
“He did. And you know what? It made me smile.”
Jo giggled, “That must mean he loves you too!”
You shrugged playfully and giggled along with the girl, unable to say anything more as a lump in your throat made your words catch in your chest.
When you heard the balcony doors open and close behind you, you knew exactly who it was.
“There you are.” A familiar voice approached and you glanced back to see Leonard walking towards you, a smile on his face.
You didn’t return it and brought your eyes back to the rolling hills and setting pink and orange sky laid out before you.
“What are you doing out here? They’re just about to cut the cake.” Leonard moved to lean on the railing, perching slightly on the edge and facing you.
“Just needed some air.” You miffed, keeping your eyes on the horizon.
Leonard hummed in response and you stood in silence for a few minutes, the soft breeze rustling your dress and the fading sun soaking into your bare shoulders and arms.
You felt Leonard studying you from where he stood against the railing and you couldn’t decide whether you would rather push him over it or jump over it yourself.
“Personally, I think if we go, we go together.” Leonard mused, and you realized that you had spoken your thoughts out loud.
“Sorry,” You mumbled, still not having the strength to look him in the eye, “How have you been today? I know it must’ve been hard on you.”
Leonard squinted over at you for a split second, as if he could see right through your forced upbeat tone but seemed to ignore it as he responded, “It’s not been bad, actually. It’s hard seeing her so happy, when she’s broken my heart a million times, but I can’t help but feel happy for her. And I just can’t stop thinking about our wedding day. It was so similar to this, and she looks exactly the same.”
He huffed a laugh and smiled down into his hands, completely unaware of how his words tore into your heart.
“It makes me want to be here, to be a part of it, for Jo. Her mom get’s remarried and her dad is traipsing around the universe for years at a time. No one is here to help her deal with it, to help her through it, you know? She needs her dad.”
You nodded tersely, barely containing the tears of frustration that pressed at your eyes and formed a lump in your throat.
“That’s actually what Jocelyn wanted to talk about.” He continued, “Jo’s been stealing things, little things from home and school, like a pencil from the teacher’s desk or food from home, and even some of Joce’s makeup has gone missing. And I can’t help but feel partially responsible for that.”
“It’s not your fault.” You mumbled, picking at the stone railing with a fingernail.
“That’s awfully nice of you to say, darlin’, but this is textbook attention seeking behaviour...”
“No, Len, I talked to Jo, when you were off with ‘Joce’.” You started, not even trying to hide the malice in your voice, “She has a crush on this kid in her class who comes from a rough family who don’t have a lot of money, so Jo sneaks her things, little gifts to make her smile. It’s really quite sweet.”
“She said that?” He asked, his gaze searching.
“Yep.” You started, your tone flat, “Jocelyn should have talked to Jo first before making assumptions behind her back. She’s a really bright girl.”
When Leonard didn’t respond, you looked over to see him staring at you, dumfounded, and you just rolled your eyes and huffed.
“We should get back in there.” You turned and started towards the door, but his hand on your arm stopped you.
“Are you okay, Y/N? You seem bothered by something.” Leonard’s gaze was incessant and concerned on yours, “Is it something I said?”
“It’s nothing.” You brushed him off but his grip on your arm tightened, his eyes meeting yours firmly.
“Spit it out.”
A those three words you let a few tears fall.
You swiped at them furiously, ripping your arm from Leonard’s as your agitation and frustration began to build.
“Y/N, what is it?” Leonard’s voice was soft now, but he looked hurt at your sudden hostility.
“I never wanted the big wedding.” You blurted and immediately wanted to shove the words back into your mouth.
“What?” Leonard questioned, a look of complete confusion on his face.
You curled your fists at your side and pushed the frustrated tears back, “I never saw myself as a bride, period. Especially not with the big poofy dress and the flowers and the castle, it was never what I wanted. But seeing all this, being here with you, it makes me want it, no matter how big of an asshole you’ve been today.”
“An asshole... when have I-?” Leonard started defensively but you cut him off.
“You have ignored me all day. Ever since we saw Jocelyn step out of that limo I have been like a second thought to you, like you had to remember I was there, like I’m just some arm candy that you dragged along.” Your blood boiled in your veins and your breathing was ragged with anger, “And you have been watching her all day. Do you know how much that hurts? To know that she had you first, that you’ve done all this already, with her. You’ve done the wedding thing and the married thing and the kid thing. It makes me feel inferior, like sloppy seconds or something, and I know it’s stupid, but I’m jealous. I’m jealous that she got you first.”
You fiddled with the fabric of your dress, playing with it between your fingers as you tried to slow your breathing, calm the roar inside your brain, and Leonard waited patiently for you to continue.
“You are talking about all these things, all these past memories and I get it, I wasn’t part of your life then, but it’s the future stuff. It’s that stuff where you talk about moving back here, becoming a part of Jo’s life again and I have to wonder. What about me? Where do I fit into this equation? Even if you were just saying those things, it makes me feel invisible.” You felt the anger drip out of your veins, followed by a few more hot, frustrated tears that slid down your cheeks.
Your mind was reeling and it felt like your emotions were right beneath your skin, like you were translucent and he could see everything.
Silence. He gave you silence. The wind rustling the leaves and brushing through your dress were the only sounds, and you felt the air, cool on your damp cheeks as you stared at the ground, pressing back the sobs that were so close to escaping you.
Suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore. You had poured your heart out, showed him your true feelings through your translucent skin, and he had nothing to say. You turned to leave, picking up your dress and starting towards the balcony doors, defeat leaving your limbs feeling heavy and slow, like you were moving through molasses.
“I’d always thought we’d have a small wedding. A unique wedding. Like on a mountaintop, or in a barn, or even on the damn ship.” You froze in your tracks, and he chuckled softly, “but if you want a big wedding, sure, we can do that.”
His words were like strings, wrapped around your sluggish limbs, pulling you back to him, and you turned slowly, tucking your shaking hands behind your back.
“I’m not proposing now, don’t worry,” He continued, probably noting your wide eyes and hesitant stance, “but after, for our honeymoon, we could go somewhere warm and tropical, lay on the beach all day, or a cabin in the woods, away from everybody and everything else.”
Leonard took a sauntering step towards you and you felt your heart squeeze in your chest.
“And as for moving back here to be with Jo? If it ever happened, we would make it work. You would stay on the Enterprise because you do a brilliant job up there, love, and we would message, and call, and I would meet you wherever in the galaxy you had shore leave. Because, darlin’, you’re it for me.”
You couldn’t breathe, your breath stuttered in your lungs and your eyes glistened with new tears, these ones much more happy than before.
“You were my best friend for the longest time,” He pressed on, “and you helped me through some rough stuff, and I helped you through some rough stuff. And I watched you dive in and out of relationships, and you watched my marriage fall apart. I left you behind to go on away missions, and you left me behind to go on your own. We were two disasters thrown together. One great big ol’ mess.” He was close enough now that he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “You are still my best friend, darlin’, but I wouldn’t go back for the world, because what lies ahead of us is miles better than all the crap we’ve left behind.”
Leonard thumbed at your cheek, ducking his head so you were forced to meet his eyes and he gave you a lopsided smile, “I can’t change the fact that you weren’t the first, but I can sure as hell make you my last.” He tilted your chin up with his thumbs, “So I’m telling you, you are it. You are it for me.”
He smiled softly down at you as a few tears tracked down your cheeks.
“I’m it.” You grinned, letting out a watery laugh.
“You’re it, darlin’.”
A smile pulled at your lips now, and you shook your head lightly, barely believing the words were coming out of his mouth, they felt more like a dream than reality. In a surge of happiness you dove up, pressing your lips to his firmly, your hands threading into the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer.
Leonard smiled under your lips and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, drawing you to him, your feet almost leaving the ground, and you slid your arms up around his neck.
Then, all in one swift movement, Leonard swung you around, and before you knew it you had lifted your feet of the ground and you were spinning, You broke the kiss, letting out a screech of laughter as you clung to him, feeling Leonard’s chest rumble and his breath brush across your neck as he laughed along with you. Your dress swished wildly as you spun, the colours in the sunset sky blurring together as you threw your head back and reveled in the feeling of his arms holding you tightly to him.
Slowly he came to a stop, still pressing you against him, and you dropped your toes to the ground, leaning up quickly to capture his lips again, drawing him down by the back of his neck into a dizzying kiss. Or maybe you were just dizzy from all the spinning.
Heat spread up your spine and shoulders as his hands roamed your lower back, sliding over the slick fabric of the dress and barely brushing, teasing your bare skin. You pulled back, gasping, still trying to catch your bearings after the spinning, and your gaze caught on something in the glass of the door.
"There's a little face in the window." You giggled, and Leonard swung his head to see his daughter with her face pressed up against the glass.
As soon as Jo saw that she had been spotted, her eyes went wide and she dashed out from under the curtain and back into the hall, the curtain swinging back in her absence.
Leonard chuckled and groaned, leaning into you and pressing his forehead into the crook of your neck. You laughed and threw your arms around his neck, surprising him with the sudden hug. His arms slid around you snugly and you reveled in the tightness with which he embraced you.
"Uh oh." You laughed and Leonard pulled back, looking at you before following your gaze to the window again.
He shook his head and laughed at Jo who had returned, her little eyes peeping at from behind the curtain now, more discrete than before, but still visible.
"She's too smart for her own good." Leonard sighed, dropping his hands from your waist.
"Just like her daddy." You teased, fixing a lock of his hair that fell out of place.
He smirked playfully and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, "Guess I better go catch that little rascal."
He turned to go but stopped, your hand still in his and he drew back towards you, pulling your hand to his his mouth, the press of his warm lips making you blush.
"Darlin' I'm sorry about today. I will make it up to you, I promise.” He breathed, nuzzling your hand. “Are we okay?"
"We're okay." You nodded, drawing him quickly to you and pressing a quick kiss to lips.
Finally letting you go he turned and started towards the door, Jo's little eyes going wide again, but this time she didn't run away, just smiled as she saw her daddy approaching. Leonard swung the doors open, revealing Jo and the music of the hall flowed out into the retreating sunset.
"What do you think you're doing, little miss?" Leonard teased, looking down at his daughter.
Jo only giggled in response and played with a decal on her dress.
"You know how I have to punish you, you little peeping tom?" He knelt down so he was eye level with the little girl.
"How?" She asked sadly, her little lip pouting.
"With a tiCKLE ATTACK!!" Leonard yelled and reached for Jo who realized quickly what was going on and dashed away screeching, Leonard's hands missing her by inches.
You were left on the balcony, watching the love of your life, your best friend, the best father in the world, scoop up his little girl and laugh with her as he attacked her with tickles.
And you wondered how in the world you ever going to tame your messy heart.
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Intro: So this is the second installment of my Motivation Ficlets mini-series thing - this time featuring a very soft very gentle Bones. Enjoyyy
Pairing: Bones x reader
Word Count: 732
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You dreamed of your bed and a warm cup of tea all the way home. Exhaustion pulled at your eyelids, making them heavy, and frustration curled at your brain. You just couldn’t seem to do anything right today at the lab and your constant, little failures replayed and replayed in your mind.
Finally sliding in the door to your quarters, you quickly realized you weren’t alone. A dark, familiar figure stood near the window, the light from the lamp casting a warm ambiance over him and you smiled to yourself.
He didn’t seem to notice you as you padded into the room and you were struck dumfounded by the sight in front of you. He was swaying gently, his fingers tapping against his sides and his head tilted back just so, but you knew what he was doing. He was dancing. You noticed then the headphones plugged into his ears, connected to probably his PADD that was set onto the end table next to him.
You watched him for a few more minutes in silence, enjoying how loose and relaxed he was, and when he turned slightly you could see him mouthing along to the words.
Approaching him now you slid up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, making him tense and jump for a second and pull the headphones from his ears.
“Hi.” You smiled into his shoulderblades.
“Geez darlin’, you scared me.” Leonard chuckled, tossing the headphones aside and placing his hands over yours, giving them a quick squeeze.
You mumbled an apology into the back of his shirt and pressed your face tightly against the fabric and the muscles underneath.
“What were you listening to?” You asked as his fingers entwined with yours.
“Something from back home, a song my mom used to play me and we would sing together, her on the guitar, me singing along.” He responded.
“Can I hear it?”
“You have to let me go first.” He teased, pulling at your hands, but you held fast, mumbling protests into his back.
“What’s the matter, darlin’?” Leonard asked, stroking your fingers now.
“Nothin’.” You squeezed him tighter.
“Long day?”
You nodded into his back, the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt nearly lulling you to sleep.
“Wanna talk about it?”
You shook your head
“Alright.” He reached for the PADD now, unplugging the headphones and tapping on the screen a little, and soon a soft tune filled the room.
You listened in silence, leaning against Leonard, and smiled at the song. It was soft and sweet, the words calming, and you imagined a young Leonard singing along with his mom.
Then, very gently, he started swaying again, and by the rumble of his chest you could tell he was saying the words along with the song. His fingers danced over yours, gliding up your forearms to your elbow, and back down again in time to the music, and you wondered for a moment if he’d ever played piano.
Slowly you unwound yourself from him and let him turn to face you, his hands falling instantly around your waist, and he smiled down at you, his mouth still moving to the words of the song. You slid your hands up his chest to the back of his neck and brought his forehead to yours.
He began to sway again, moving you with him this time, and you found yourself smiling, getting into the soft falls and lifts of the music. Leonard was near singing now, his voice low and gravely, a voice you could listen to forever, and he was actually very good as he sang along.
You stayed like that for a while. In his steady warm arms, rocking in slow circles, the song playing on a loop over and over, each time becoming more familiar.
Eventually your head came to rest on his chest and his chin pressed against your temple, hands holding you close to him, up against his chest. Your eyes drifted closed and you could feel yourself fading into exhaustion.
Leonard must have noticed because he whispered, "So tired, darlin'" into your hair before leading you to the bed and laying you down, pulling the covers up to your chin and pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Goodnight, darlin’, tomorrow is a new day, which we will tackle together, no matter what it throws at us.”
