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A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Fandom: Star Trek AOS.
Pairing: 
Leonard McCoy X Reader.
Prompt: Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.” For @kaitymccoy123‘s Spring has Sprung challenge.
Word Count: 1514.
Warnings:
minor description of a bullet wound, a little bit of blood, mentions of violence.
Rating: Teen+.
Genre: action, fluff.
Summary: An away mission gone awry has reader admitting feelings she wasn’t quite ready to have out in the open yet.
Author’s Note: The title is a play on the old expression of biblical origin for something that’s not as it appears.  This was hastily written and I feel like it felt a lot better in my head than it does on paper, but I hope you enjoy it, loves!  Especially you, Kaity dearest!


A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Everything around you has long since faded away.  Your world is reduced to the immediate bubble of space around your body as you pace nervously back and forth in the wake of a firefight that’s left the guards who’d chased you and Dr. McCoy out of town out of ammo and far behind.

It was supposed to be a peaceful, run-of-the-mill supply drop off for the town’s medical clinic.  Starfleet had never had problems with this planet’s people before, and so you the captain had decided a security detail wasn’t necessary.  A doctor and nurse were plenty for the short trip down, he’d said, and so you’d come along on his orders.

You supposed it wasn’t Jim’s fault that female crew members had always historically come down in dress uniforms and that they didn’t appreciate how short your dress was.  It also wasn’t his fault that they had reacted with violence against your sacrilege.  You were the one feeling personally responsible for the whole situation now.  Ordinarily you would have changed into a more practical uniform, but because you were only supposed to be planetside for a few minutes to makes the exchange, you’d elected not to waste any time getting into different clothes so you could just get the whole mission over and done with.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

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Tricky Business

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS).
Pairing: 
 Reader x Chekov.
Prompt: This is for @youre-on-a-starship ‘s #YOASS1000followerhypetrain.  My prompts were intensify, double, and calculation.
Word Count: 1191.
Warnings:
None, pure fluff.
Rating: Teen+.
Author’s Note: Congrats again on 1k, Alex!  I hope I’ve done these prompts justice!  The title comes from a George Cukor quote: “looking for love is tricky business, like whipping a carousel horse.”


Tricky Business

You laugh as the adorable, curly-haired man next to you tries yet another tired, old pickup line on you, pushing another glass of your preferred cocktail across the bar towards you as he drinks his vodka neat.  He’d already won your heart with his good looks, cute accent, and general easy demeanor, but you were egging him on anyway, wondering just what kinds of ridiculous things he’d come up with to try to win your favor.

“According to the calculation I have just performed,” he intoned loudly over the thumping bassline emanating from the overhead sound system in the club.  “If you double your alcohol intake, the intensity of your feelings for me should increase exponentially.”

You shake your head, leaning in closer to him, feeling a stray curl tickle at your cheek as you put your lips close to his hear so you can be heard over the din.

“I’d rather be sober enough to remember you, Pavel,” you murmur.

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Y is for Yeast Infection (25/26)

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS).
Pairing: 
 ReaderXBones.
Prompt: Fic 25 of 26 in the CMO’s Log – A to Z series.  Click here for a listing of all the fics in this series!  Y is for Yeast Infection.
Word Count: 1630.
Warnings:
 Awkwardness.
Rating: Teen+.
Author’s Note: Y’all can blame @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse for this one. I was going to write something else, but one late-night conversation dissolved into sheer ridiculosity and this was born.  It came out a lot more PG than the conversation did!

Y is for Yeast Infection

“C’mon, Chris, do me a solid,” you beg your best friend.

Christine Chapel smiles wryly at you, her overall expression apologetic.  You’ve been suffering from itching in a very sensitive spot for days, and as of this morning, you’ve added discharge to your repertoire.  You’ve been dancing around the issue for a while now, hoping it would just go away on its own, but you can’t take it anymore.  You’re pleading with the nurse, hoping she can help you so that you can avoid what you’re sure will be an awkward and terminally embarrassing visit with your lover and the ship’s chief medical officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” she says softly.  “I can’t just give you the cream.  Up here in the void, we’ve got to keep a detailed log of our inventory, and that means I can’t sign any meds out without a doctor’s approval.  To get that, I’d need to have him see you.”

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O is for Otitis (15/26)

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Pairing: 
 ReaderXBones
Prompt: Fic 15 of 26 in the CMO’s Log – A to Z series.  Click here for a listing of all the fics in this series!  O is for Otitis.
Word Count: 1517
Warnings:
None, just fluff!
Rating: All ages.
Author’s Note: Otitis is otherwise known as an ear infection.  Another daddy!Bones for those who are suckers for it like I am.  Also AU where reader and Bones are posted on Earth.

O is for Otitis

Your daughter has been fussing about all morning.  She’s irritable, crying on and off, not eating well, and refusing to go out to play with the other kids.  Worrying about her coming down with something, you decide to check her temperature. It’s a chore and a half in itself because while she doesn’t mind daddy examining her, she’s a little more hesitant with mommy.  Still, you manage to calm her enough to get her to sit still while the thermometer does its job and you frown at the readout when it’s done; your little girl has a fever.

It’s easy enough to convince her to get dressed when you tell her you’re going to see daddy.  You follow her to her bedroom and help her into a clean pair of pajamas so that she’s comfortable in case Leonard’s busy when you arrive.  A few minutes later, you’ve got a bag packed and slung over your shoulder and the two of you are walking the short distance from home to the Academy’s medical center.  

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Constellations

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Pairing: 
 ReaderXBones
Prompt: @starshiphufflebadger1 requested a fic where the reader has freckles and Bones adores them.
Word Count: 1375
Warnings:
None; fluffy through and through!
Rating: Teen+
Author’s Note: This was almost smut. I really, really wanted it to be smut, but I held back because I love the fluff, too.  If there’s an interest, though, I may consider writing an alternate ending!


Constellations

You’re completely exhausted after your shore leave but you couldn’t be happier as you collapse onto the couch in Leonard’s quarters, the cool fabric of the cushions in stark contrast to the heat of your sun-bronzed skin.  You’ve left your bags over by the door to deal with later and you’re grinning lazily as you beckon Leonard over with a wave of your hand.

“Just let me put a few things away, darlin’,” he calls from across the room.  “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Noooo,” you whine.  “I need you, Lee.  Your luggage can wait.”

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For All to Hear

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Pairing: 
 ReaderXBones
Prompt: Imagine going Christmas caroling with the crew of the Enterprise.
Word Count: 1200
Warnings:
Christmas fluff and shenanigans! Suggestive themes near the end.
Rating: Teen+
Author’s Note: Taking a brief break from my A to Z series again while I adopt out a few new plot bunnies that have showed up on my doorstep lately.  Merry Christmas, friends!


The Best Way to Spread Christmas Cheer is Singing Loud for All to Hear

You’d been in your quarters preparing to wrap the gifts you’d picked out for Leonard and all of your friends on your last shore leave when a rap on the door had distracted you.  Setting aside all of your wrapping supplies, you answered the call, opening the door to find Chekov and Sulu in the hall, dressed up in Santa hats and beards and holding a pair of reindeer antlers out to you with grins on their faces.

“We thought you might like to come caroling with us,” Sulu said warmly as Chekov held out a bag of candy canes.

“Where, exactly, would we be caroling?” You asked, fishing a traditional peppermint candy cane out of the sack and peeling it open.

“Well, since we are stuck out here in orbit, we thought it might be nice to go caroling around the dormitories and different departments,” Chekov explained.  “The Enterprise could use some holiday spirit.”

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R is for Rash (18/26)

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Pairing: 
 ReaderXBones
Prompt: Fic 18 of 26 in the CMO’s Log – A to Z series.  Click here for a listing of all the fics in this series!  R is for Rash.
Word Count: 1356
Warnings:
A rash in a really awkward place, nudity, suggestive themes.
Rating:  Adult (18+).
Author’s Note: I’m going to hell for this.

R is for Rash

You hum to yourself as you stride through the Georgian wilderness, glancing around at the sunbeams cutting through the canopy overhead.  It looks like a picture out of a National Geographic e-zine and it’s perfect, peaceful. You’re beyond glad you and Leonard chose to spend your shore leave staying in his grandparents’ cabin in the woods.

The only thing you can see is the sunshine through the trees.  The only things you can smell are the damp earth and the lush summer vegetation.  The only thing you can hear is birdsong in the trees.  The only things you can feel are the warmth of Leonard’s hand in yours and the crunch of fallen twigs beneath your hiking boots.  The only thing you can taste is the sweet-tartness of the wild strawberries you’re pausing to snack on every few steps.  It’s all in stark contrast to the things you’re used to experiencing on the Enterprise, and you find yourself so far removed from the Starship that it’s like you’re on another planet entirely.

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