Burned (BonesXReader)Burned (BonesXReader) by DixonVixon
It was quiet in the corridors of the U.S.S Enterprise making Jim worried.
“Everything ok captain?” Spock asked curiously.
“It’s quiet. To quiet” Jim replied monitoring all the CCTV. Spock nodded unsurely before he went back to his station sending Nyota a shrug when she asked what was wrong. Meanwhile you were sneaking through the vents with Sulu behind you smirking.
“Revenge is sweet” Sulu chuckled evilly.
“Fencing swords Sulu fencing swords” You shook your head.
“They were my babies! Now they are my babies somewhere in space!” Sulu replied his voice cracking. You rolled your eyes and kicked the vent opening to Jim’s room dropping down gracefully while Sulu followed. After an hour you were about to get back into the vent when the door opened and Bones walked in before pausing.
“Why are you in Kirk’s room?” He asked eyeing you and Sulu who were covered in hot pink paint.
“No reason” Sul
An Unexpected Adventure (Chekov x reader) EpilogueAfter three months abroad the Enterprise, this time as an officer, you'd traveled farther from the earth than you'd ever been. And you loved every single moment of it. Currently the ship was circling around in a beautiful cloud of cosmic fog, trying to solve how old this galaxy was.An Unexpected Adventure (Chekov x reader) Epilogue by Engaru
The work in the sickbay was somewhat like when you last time worked there. Execpt now you were actually qualified to treat the patients. When Bones had been told about you coming back, he'd stormed to the mess hall where you and Tori had been eating your lunch in all peace. First you'd thought he was mad, but the he'd given you a bone cracking bear hug. You'd just patted his back awkwardly, trying to remember how to breathe while Tori stared and laughed.
But what you liked the most wa that you and Chekov could be together practically whenever you wanted. Your shifts clicked nicely with a few hours difference, so the two of you had almost the same schedule. You'd gotten your old quarters back as Chekov had e
Memories Star Trek (Leonard McCoy x Reader)Memories Star Trek (Leonard McCoy x Reader) by dmurell1378
The Blind Date (Reader Age 24 - Bones Age 28)
"Dammit, Jim. Why did I agree to let you set me up on a blind date?" Bones asked himself, grumbling as he crossed his arms. "The girl's probably gonna be a sl--"
"Excuse me, are you Leonard?" you asked hesitantly.
Bones turned and saw a beautiful girl with (h/l)(h/c), pretty smile, (s/c), (e/c), and was wearing a (f/c) dress with spaghetti straps and went down just passed your knees, and was wearing black heels. "Uh, yeah..." he said coming out of his daze. "Leonard McCoy." he told you as he held out a hand.
"(y/f/n) (y/l/n)." you replied smiling brightly as you shook his hand. "Jim told me you were a medical student?" you asked hoping you didn't get it wrong.
"Yeah, I am." Bones replied, smiling back at you. "But he didn't tell me a thing about you."
"He didn't? Hmm, guess he wanted me to remain a mystery till you met me." you said with a chuckle. "So, what should we do?"
"You wanna go for a walk around Golden Gate Park?" Bones asked, his
Relax (McCoy/Reader)You sat at a desk, bored out of your mind and clicking a pen in your hand. In front of you on the table stood an enormous pile of paperwork you were supposed to do, but you didn't feel like it. Instead, your eyes followed doctor McCoy, who was talking to your brother Jim. He was five years older than you, and obviously the two of you were just half related, since his father had died on the same day Jim was born.Relax (McCoy/Reader) by Engaru
Jim nodded at McCoy, then waved at you and left the sickbay. Whatever captain business he had, you did not know. What you did know was that the CMO walked toward the desk you were sitting at.
“How's the paperwork?” he asked sarcastically, pointing at your non-shrinking pile of papers.
“Glorious.” you answered. To your surprise McCoy pulled a chair for himself next to you and started going through the papers. You followed his lead, and finished almost half of your work before deciding it still wasn't any fun. Setting the pen on the table, you turne