Sing It To Me
Intro: So this was requested by the lovely @eenterprise! Thank you so much! This was so fun to write!
-I was wondering if you could do a piece about BonesxReader where the reader gets a weird disease where they keep singing everything they are saying and everyone thinks it’s really funny but Bones keeps trying to act annoyed but really he thinks it super cute.
Pairing: Bones x reader (but like not reallyish)
Word Count: 1884
Triggers: None, lots of hiccupping and fluff, bad music puns at the end
Summary: See request above, that’s exactly what it is. Just fluff!
The hiccuping had started around dinnertime, which you assumed was normal, until you went to bed, still hiccuping. It kept you up all night and seemed to get worse as the early hours of the morning dawned.
You tossed and turned until finally you had enough. Pulling on regular clothes you strode purposefully down the hall, arms swinging, probably looking like a crazy person as every other step you took you let out a high-pitched hiccup.
Reaching the medbay you stomped in, the floor quiet except for a few nurses milling around.
“Do you - hicc! - know where Dr. - hicc! - McCoy is?” You asked to one of the nurses who approached you.
“In his office, I believe.” She responded, giving you a weird look.
“Thank - hicc! - you.” You rolled your eyes at yourself as the hiccups interrupted everything you were saying.
You walked over to Bones’ office door and knocked, though you were sure you didn’t need to as he could probably hear your hiccups echoing through the door.
“Come in.” You heard faintly and swung the door open.
You must have looked crazy, standing in the doorway, hair a mess from being up all night, shirt buttoned up wrong, hands on your hips, hiccuping.
“Y/N? What are you doing up so early?” Bones raised an eyebrow and looked slightly amused at your distressed appearance.
“I - hicc! - have had the hicc - hicc! - ups since last night and they d - hicc! - on’t seem to be going away - hicc!” You explained quickly, trying to get words in in between hiccups but failing miserably.
“So you decided that 4:30 in the morning was the right time to come in?” Bones grumbled but got up from his desk and strode over to you.