The Dangers Of Unknown Plants (Leonard McCoy x Reader)
“Leonard, why is the sky yellow? What are all those dancing lights in front of me……ohhh, they’re turning into spirals and flowers!! Weeeee….”
You burst into uncontrollable giggling, pointing at said “flowers” happily. Everything was very amusing to you in your current state of spore induced bliss. You’d been gathering samples of the planet’s native flora when one brightly colored tulip like flower had puffed pollen in your face. You’d sneezed a lot and started feeling very strange. Dr. McCoy was watching you closely and Spock was investigating the plant.
“High as a kite,” Leonard sighed, watching you twirl around in glee. He’d seen this before, but you were the cutest and funniest stoned scientist he’d ever seen.
“Purple bunnies! Look how cute! I want to pet one!” you yelled, wobbling toward the imaginary rabbits. You tripped and Leonard caught you before you face planted onto a rock.
“Nope. Sit your pretty self back down, Y/N,” he ordered. “You’re too out of it to go prancing around.”
You plopped down with a pout.
“Spoilsport,” you grumbled, turning your sappy smile on him. Boy, was he handsome!
“You’re super hot,” you observed dreamily, eyeing him up and down. “Such broad shoulders…….great jaw line…..pretty eyes……that dimple.”
You booped his chin and giggled again.
“I should ask you out, handsome,” you said.
Leonard’s eyebrow raised.
“Oh, should you now?” He asked amusedly.
“Absolutely. You’re gorgeous, doctor.”
You batted your eyelashes.
Another voice joined the party and you barely recognized the Captain speaking, so focused were you on ogling Leonard, who didn’t seem at all bothered by it.
“How is she, Bones?” Jim asked.
“Oh, still flying pretty high. She’s having fun hitting on her husband.”
Husband? You searched your hazy brain and finally managed to conjure up a memory or two. Oh, yeah. You’d married him. Your grin grew larger.
“I have good taste, don’t I, Captain?” you asked with a lopsided grin.
“Impeccable taste, Y/N,” Jim agreed. “Bones here is quite the catch.”
He winked at his friend.
“Dammit, Jim, I’m a doctor not a prize fish,” grumbled Leonard mildly. You almost fell over from laughing so hard and you were pulled into his arms.
“Alright, I think we’ve had enough,” he sighed. “It’s back to the ship with you until this wears off.”
Jim nodded and you made a sad face.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, but it’s for your own safety. I don’t want you hurting yourself while you’re out of it. Bones will take good care of you.”
“Oh, I bet he will,” your grin turned naughty and you could hear Leonard sigh.
“It’s gonna be a long day,” he muttered.
You patted his arm.
“Aww, I’ll cheer you up, honey,” you promised, batting your eyelashes again.
“You are incorrigible, darlin’,” he said affectionately. “Now let’s get you home.”
“Yay!” you cheered.
As you and Leonard disappeared, Jim turned to Spock.
“Well, that was interesting. You think she’ll be affected for a while?”
“Given the dose she was exposed to and the potency of it, I would say so, Captain,” the commander confirmed, busily making notes. “Leonard may have a rather…….interesting……few hours if her current behavior continues until this wears off.”
Jim grinned.
“He sure will. Good luck, Bones,” he murmured under his breath.
High!Reader accidentally spilling all their secrets to Ghost telling them about that time they almost joined a cult on accident— or that time they took home an opossum as a kid thinking it was cute only to realise years later that it was not a funky looking cat.
— Yandere Dad! Ghost with high reader
Warnings: yandere, platonic, and weed.
A/N: love this LMAO. Enjoy :)
“I… what?” is his first reaction. “When– how…?”
His brown eyes are just staring at you with pure shock. Obviously his face makes you laugh, making you ramble on more — but he puts his palm over your mouth and covers it, simply stopping you from saying anything. “I don’ want to know. Keep it to ya’self. Glad you didn’t bring that…” he stops, shaking his head. “‘Cat’ home.”
Sure, curiosity claws at his body, but he doesn’t want to know more. It’s in the past, and it doesn’t interfere with him, at least not anymore. And he knows teenagers do stupid shit. He was one of them.
But, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?
To say the best, it’s suggested not to say anything more — but knowing weed and if you continue rambling on, mentioning the cult, and how they almost sacrificed you, he’s going to be very stressed: hand on his forehead, large black-bags underneath his eyes, and a rare cigarette in his other hand.
Expect to no longer have weed, and to be stuck in the house… more permanently.
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