Spock: I’m not gay Sulu: me neither Chekov: I’m not Russian Scotty: I’m not an engineer Bones: I’m not a doctor Jim: I don’t wanna be captain Uhura: I only speak one language Everyone: we are not the crew of the USS Enterprise Spock: …
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…
“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.