otp: i swear to god i will

anonymous asked:

So the McKirk actors AU, the movie they shot, what about some kind of AU with a similar story to the one the movie had? Jim as one survivor in that bunker and Leonard from outside, just like there.

Long post ahead!

  • Every day is pretty much the same. Up at 6AM, breakfast by 7. Jim starts working as a patrol officer at 8, and he does so until dinner time. After dinner, he works out, showers, and spends time in the bar or other recreational areas until 11PM. There is an occasional shift when Jim fills in for another officer who’s fallen ill, but otherwise, every day looks exactly the same. And it’s fine, it really is. Jim doesn’t know any better. Doesn’t know the world before the bombs, other than what’s on the movies in the small theater room. That world was beautiful. The world now is a poisonous one.
  • Until Leonard shows up. The vault elders always assured no one knew about this vault in particular. Built in secret, and all that. But there he is, when Jim is alone with Scotty in the security office. This guy just stumbles closer towards the vault door, and starts banging his fists against te sealed metal doors in hopes anyone could hear. “Scotty, what is this?” Jim asks. “An outsider,” Scotty comments. “I mean, why is he even alive? Outside is supposed to be too radiated,” Jim replies, and Scotty shrugs. He pushes the comms button, hesitating briefly before leaning in closer to the microphone. “State your name and the purpose of your visit,” Scotty demands, before adding a: “please”. “My name is Leonard McCoy,” the other says, panting lightly, and looking up towards the security camera, “I am a doctor from Vault 118. I seek temporary shelter for-” Jim flinches at the sound of high pitched shrieking in the distance, echoing through the cave that hides their vault door. “No,” Scotty says, but Jim frowns. “Scotty, something’s coming. We can’t just let this man die.” “We have orders, sir. We can’t risk the safety of the entire vault for the sake of one man.” “So, give him a radiation scan.” “No, sir,” Scotty says, “I’ll lose my job if I–” but Jim pushes the lever that releases the vault door anyway. As soon as the thing starts to open, Leonard glips inside. Jim and Scotty both struggle to close it on time for a horde of the creepiest, deformed once-humans, but they manage. Scotty lets out a relieved sigh, rubbing his temples and shooting Jim a glare. “You realize those things could have–” “Yes, but they didn’t,” Jim says, and then he leaves to find Leonard.
  • Jim guides Leonard to the sickbay, but instead of greeting the stranger kindly like Jim expected, Leonard is pushed up against the wall and his hands are quickly tied behind his back. He doesn’t even have the time to stop it. The first time he catches Leonard privately is in one of the cells, and he approaches him cautiously. “You’re from another vault?” he asks, and Leonard looks up. “Yeah. 118. You guys always lock up strangers immediately?” “You’re the first we ever let in,” Jim admits with a sheepish smile. “Or, well, I let you in. What happened out there? What’s it like?” “Our vault looks pretty much the same,” Leonard replies, “or, looked, anyway. It was destroyed.” Jim listens curiously, sitting down by the edge of that cell. “I’m sorry,” he says, and Leonard shrugs. “I’m just looking for refuge. The world out there, it’s not… it’s not for people like us. When can I be let out?”
  • “Never,” Spock says, and Jim frowns. “Why not? He says he’s from Vault 118. It’s a legitimate vault!” "We don’t know if that is even true,“ Spock counters. “He could be from the ground. He’s been on the ground.“ “We did a radiation scan on him,” Jim says, “the amount of radiation in his blood is something we can cure.” “It’s illogical to put the safety of the entire vault at stake for the sake of a complete stranger,” Spock says, “and since when do you even care?” “Because,” Jim says, “it’s the right thing to do.” 
  • So Leonard doesn’t get released fro his cell. Not until it’s absolutely necessary. They’re pretty well sealed off, but occasional trades with the outside happen. Things they can’t grow on their own. Jim’s not actually aware of this happening, until people start falling ill. Jim, too, is feeling sick. He’s not as much of a shivering mess as most, but he does throw up a few times, looks pale and feels sweaty. Spock and Uhura decide to put the sick people in quarantine at first, but when more people start falling ill and work starts lacking, they have no choice but to call those who are still able back into work. “You okay?” Jim asks Spock, who also looks sickly. “We will be once we pass this thing,” Spock says, and Jim hands him a blanket. “Take your rest, yeah? Do we know what caused this?” Jim asks, and Spock shrugs. “Probably just from the outside. Improperly decontaminated trader,” he explains, and Jim smiles worriedly. “Hey, that guy we got locked up-” he starts, but Spock throws him an annoyed glance. “Hey, hear me out, Spock. That guy said he was a doctor. After Martha passed, we haven’t had a real educated one,” Jim says. “Who says this guy is the real deal?” “Why don’t we give it a try, though?” Jim asks, “worst case scenario, he can’t help us and we send him back out. Best case scenario, we have ourselves a new doctor.”
  • Leonard doesn’t really need convincing. He’s just happy to get out of that cell. And he wasn’t lying when he said he was a doctor. The moment he gets to the sickbay, he quietly gets to work, and he seems to know what he’s doing. “It’s not a virus,” Leonard explains after he’s checked up on at least four people, including Spock. “What is it, then?” Spock asks. “Food poisoning,” Leonard says, “I can help everyone if you have antibiotics. If not, I can make them.” “You can make them?” Jim asks curiously. “I mean, natural antibiotics. As natural as they come out there in the wild.” “You… want to go out there?” Spock asks with a frown, and Leonard nods. “Yeah. I mean, not really, but if I have to, I will.”
  • Jim doesn’t think Leonard will return. He offers his assistance, but neither Spock, Uhura, or Scotty let him. But a day later, Leonard is back. With chemicals and dried plants. Jim watches Leonard use the antibiotics on those who are really sick, and provides  his own special tea to the others. Jim feels better almost instantly, but maybe he’s a little biased - he finds Leonard absolutely fascinating.
  • Uhura provides Leonard with his own room afterwards, but he shares bathrooms with Jim and Scotty. Jim really doesn’t mind. Leonard wakes up around the same time as him, and so Jim has the pleasure of watching Leonard shower while Jim brushes his teeth. Jim’s had his share of romances in the bunker, but neither of them permanent, and this is mostly just a nice view. Jim knows everything about everyone in here, but Leonard is a stranger. Leonard is very, very interesting.
  • Leonard is allowed outside. Or, according to him, he’s required outside to gather supplies. He goes out in the morning at least once a week and comes home with whatever he can scavenge. Multiple times Jim tries to come with him, but no one in the vault lets him. Neither does Leonard. But then things go missing in the vault. Small things. Valuables, food resources, and blood samples. Everyone suspects Leonard, which Jim thinks is completely unfair, but he’s the only one who worked with blood samples recently. The first person who actually confronts Leonard about it gets a punch in the face, too, which doesn’t really bode very well for Leonard. 
  • After he’s released from a night in his cell, Jim takes him back to his room. “Did you do it?” Jim asks, and Leonard raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “Steal those supplies-” “Yes, I know what you were referring to. What purpose would I gain with stealing supplies?” Leonard asks, “you guys took me in, I’ve been helping people here. Why would I ruin that?” “I don’t know,” Jim says. “There’s over a hundred people in this vault. Why am I the only one who’s being suspected?” “I don’t know,” Jim repeats. He watches Leonard pull his shirt off, briefly confused and distracted. “What are you doing?” “Taking a shower,” Leonard replies, “or is that a crime now, too?” “No,” Jim says  through gritted teeth. 
  • People start falling ill again. Leonard tries his best, Jim can tell, but the first fatal victim is a young girl. Food poisoning and radiation fever, Leonard calls it. “Whose fault is that?” Spock asks Leonard, cornering him in his office. “What?” Leonard asks. “The radiation fever,” Spock says, “I know you have been exposing us to the radiation outside.” “What?” Jim asks, “Spock, what?” “It’s true, isn’t it?” Spock asks. Leonard nods, and Jim feels strangely heartbroken. “But I can explain,” Leonard says, “these vaults, they’re not build to last. I was just–” “Save it,” Spock replies, and Jim frowns because Spock looks like he’s genuinely upset with his own answer “pack your things, doctor. Come morning, we will revoke your residency here.”
  • “Spock,” Jim calls out after him, “we don’t have to do this. Leonard is a good doctor.” “You think I don’t know that?” Spock counters, falling down on his couch and grabbing his notebook, “doctor McCoy and I have been spending many nights together to do research. I’m just as displeased by this as you are.” “Then why are you doing this?” Jim counters. “A little girl died this morning,” Spock replies, “because of radiation fever.” “We are blatantly ignoring the fact that this is the third of forth time in a shot time we’ve struggled with food poisoning-” “That’s irrelevant, and we’re assuming that’s true because that’s what Leonard says, we don’t know if that’s true,” Spock says, “I’m sorry, Jim. I know you’ve taken a liking to him. So have I. But I have to put the safety of the vault before my own feelings.”
  • Jim visits Leonard’s room, and he watches those tense shoulders shove clothes and supplies in a small backpack. “Why’d you do it?” Jim asks, “the radiation. It’s dangerous. Why would you-” “Because all of you are going to die without me doing so,” Leonard replies, and Jim raises his eyebrows. “What?” “These vaults were built to sustain up to 20 years underground, not 200,” Leonard replies, “one strong radiation storm out there and all of these people are going to die unless you gradually expose them to small amounts of radiation. Not enough to kill them, but–” “Then why did that little girl die?” Jim asks. “That wasn’t me,” Leonard replies, “someone else.” “You’re the only one who has access to the outside regularly!” Jim counters. He frowns when Leonard yanks open his night stand and pulls a pistol out. But rather than threatening Jim with it, he puts it in his backpack, too. “Fuck you,” Leonard says, “my daughter died of overexposure. All I’ve done since day one here, is trying to stop this vault from the same fate, and I’ve been questioned and suspected about it all the time.” “You could’ve just been honest about it!” Jim says, stepping in closer and grabbing Leonard’s arm. Leonard spins around to see him, and he narrows his eyes. Jim frowns, still angry, but taken off guard when Leonard pulls Jim in closer and kisses him. It’s somehow angry and passionate at the same time, and Jim wraps his arms around Leonard’s shoulders, pulling him in impossibly closer.
  • But this somehow makes Leonard’s departure even harder. Jim gets dressed  quietly in the morning, and so does Leonard. They’re both barely dressed up when guards show up to escort Leonard out. Leonard goes with them without struggle. Jim walks with them, too, and he quietly watches the vault doors slide open. It just feels wrong, somehow. In the time that Leonard spent in their vault, Jim became completely smitten with this doctor. It doesn’t feel right to see him walk through those vault door. And when the doors start closing, Jim finds himself moving. He walks towards the closing doors. Slow, at first, and then quicker. Before he realizes what he’s doing, he sprints through the sliding doors less than a second before it closes behind him, and only then it dawns on him. He’s on the outside. 
  • “Leonard!” Jim calls out, running after the other. “Jim?” Leonard asks, spinning around while he climbs his way out to the surface. “What are you doing here?!” “I don’t… I don’t know,” Jim admits sheepishly, falling in love with that grumpy frown all over again when Leonard reaches out and pulls Jim up to his level. “You’re an idiot,” Leonard says, and Jim shrugs. “Can’t argue with that.” “Can you handle a gun?” Leonard asks. The question itself makes Jim frown in worry, but he nods. “I can.” “Good,” Leonard says, reaching out into his backpack and taking out a pistol, “you’re gonna need it.” He gives one to Jim, and after Jim tucks it in his belt, Leonard continues to climb towards the surface. 
  • The surface is an oddly beautiful mixture between a world destroyed by the nuclear war, and mother nature’s attempt to take it back. Patches of green forests go combined with stretches of dry, dead land. “We’ll go to the nearest secured city,” Leonard says, “get a hotelroom for a few days, figure out where to go next. We’ll be fine unless a storm hits. Unless… you want to go back? You still can.” Jim takes a deep breath, the air fresh in his lungs, and it’s like nothing he’s ever breathed in before. The soft breeze and the sun on his skin makes his eyes water, but it’s not unpleasant. “There’s cities? Where people live?” “Yeah,” Leonard says, “people started getting out of vaults a hundred years ago.” Jim looks behind them, towards the descent back to the vault, and then looks at Leonard again. Mind made up, he reaches out and grabs Leonard’s hand. “Let’s go, then.”

#✪ ͜ʖ✪ yas

LIKE TEN MINUTES AGO THIS WAS MY NOTP. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME.

Where were you when ChikaRiko became canon?

I was in my room when it strikes, at first I was like

*Then the adrenaline rushes in*

*Hyperventilation*

*Celebrations*

Good thing everyone in the dorm has already gone home for the weekend, so there was no witness of my yuri squeal.

oKAY BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I’VE BEEN YELLING ABOUT AND CRYING OVER RED AND GREEN FOR MONTHS AND WAITING FOR THEM TO RETURN TOGETHER FOR YEARS AND THEN THIS!!! HAPPENS!!!!

  • Me: oh yeah I'm totally over them
  • Me: *sees vague reminder of their existence*
  • Me: well fuck

Does anyone else ever come up with like a really good, funny dialogue between your OTP for a fanfic and think to yourself,“Man…I’m a fucking genious! Why am I not writing this down?!” Or is that just me???