#Like can you imagine if say Star Trek pulled this shite

[castielmacleod]

It’s beyond agonising that like. Later spn seasons would have Cas absent for a string of episodes, so the show could do some salmondean case episodes (apparently the core of the show, though my eyes glazed over through most of them). And that in and of itself is whatever, except then the writers would BLAME Cas’ absence from these intentionally Casless episodes on CAS. And so you sit through all these salmondean episodes of middling to poor quality and then the next time you see your beloved side character Castiel, well guess what. Dean is fucking pissed at him for “disappearing” and is given free rein to yell, guilt trip, and act like Cas has to ask his permission to do anything or go anywhere. Never in my life have I seen a show NARRATIVELY PUNISH a regular recurring character for the crime of being recurring. I can’t emphasise enough that Cas was for external reasons deliberately kept out of the episodes that internal characters would then blame him for not being in. It is insanity inducing.

And it’s one more thing that makes it so clear that spn SHOULD have been allowed to naturally evolve into an ensemble show, because frankly it DOESN’T make sense for Cas to just leave sometimes and there is really absolutely nothing conducive about essentially writing him off and into the show multiple times a season just so it can have its precious brothers-only episodes. And I mean Cas is only the most obvious and most heavily punished example of this, but they also did it to Crowley (literally billed as a regular same as Cas through s9-12), Mary (punished horribly for it tbh, by both the narrative and the fans), and Kevin (and he was usually off on the RUN or being held captive or something horrid like that). And the thing is!! Other characters and brothers episodes don’t even have to be mutually exclusive! How devastating would it be, really, if a salmondean centric episode happened to start with “we’re heading out to xyz, bye Cas” and end with “hey everyone, we’re back”???

I just think this show could have been vastly improved if recurring characters could have been treated as like, assets to the storytelling, and not as objects to get out of the way as quickly as possible so the focus can temporarily go back to the brothers. Lol.

#My posts #Castiel #Like lmfao maybe if you literally have to force-function brother centric episodes regardless of how poorly it serves the plot #then your show shouldn’t be or perhaps naturally isn’t “brother centric” #Like can you imagine if say Star Trek pulled this shite #And you had Sisko like “Doctor Bashir you weren’t at your post yesterday and no one could find you and we had a medical emergency!!” #”You didn’t even answer your comm! You can’t just disappear like that!” #“I’m reporting this to Starfleet Medical and believe me they are going to be Pissed!” #And it was just one of Sid’s contractual episodes off #That’s how salmondean treat Cas like literally. Except even worse because Doctor Bashir is employed by an organisation with set duties #And Cas helps salmondean literally out of the goodness of his heart and doesn’t actually need their permission do to ANYTHING. #INCLUDING leave if he wants. But Dean still chews him out like he expects nothing but yes sir in reply #🤷🏾‍♂️ #Sisko would never btw

[mrvdocks]

Pride

(oh my god I know the last thing I should even do is get started on another series but I really felt this one. I wrote this up in under an hour? I'm not sure about it but if you like it and want me to continue it, send me an ask. Once again because I'm awful, I'm on mobile so I can't put the usual gif but bear with me alright? I said I wasn't going to post tonight but oh look, alright enough rambling, now read on) 

The woman stood before him, standing uneasily on each foot. He’d recognized her, well he'd recognize her more if her top was off. But that'd earn him a slap across the face so he didn't voice it. 

“Do you remember me?” She asked nervously, the grip on her bag only tightening until he could see her knuckles turning white. Which was a bit hard to notice since her skin was olive.

He hesitated, not entirely sure what to tell her. He was sure he'd say some stupid thing that would probably get him into worse shit than now. He wondered how she was able to track him down so easily when the people after him took just a tad more time. Did she know what he was? Would she sell him out? 

Cassidy shifted uncomfortably in his seat, gripping the glass of whiskey. “I have something I think you need to know.” She said exasperated. She pulled up a stool to sit facing him. 

She tucked her hair behind her ears uneasily and fidgeted in her seat. Her fingers tapped the bar nervously as she cleared her throat. 

“W’as wrong luv?” His voice was soft. It did very little to comfort her. 

“Um, I don't know if you remember me. It was a few months ago. You and I,” she began.

“Oh I remember now, you're the lass I shagged on the roof.” She stared at him dumbfounded. Her mouth fell open as she tried to compose coherent sentences.

“Yes.” She concluded.

“Ah, so what's the matter?” He flicked his cigarette, letting the ambers fall.

“There's no real easy way to say this, but um,” she bit her lip, before taking a sharp breath. “I'm pregnant....and it’s yours.” She breathed. 

Cassidy lifted the cigarette to his lips and not one second after he put it out he felt the world become heavy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt his head collide with the floor. He heard the woman before him yell out, and bar patrons quickly rushed to his aid.

Once he woke, he wasn't sure how to feel. He felt confused, only because he'd just had water thrown in his face. The woman stood before him again, shivering in the cold. She held the pitcher that had been emptied onto his face. 

“I'm sorry, are you awake now?” 

Cassidy was silent. Several thoughts raced through his mind. The first being if he could remember when was the last time he'd had sex. The second was her face coming in flashes as he remembered that night on the roof. They weren't exactly that drunk but they weren't sober either. The third thought, the one that had burrowed into his head, there was a child growing inside of this woman, and he was the cause. He was at a loss for words for a second. Then he looked back up to the woman, brows arched.

“What are you going to do with it? Are you going to uh….” He trailed off, not knowing how to say the dreaded A word. The woman visibly shrunk. 

“It? It's a baby.” Her eyes conveyed that this wasn't the exact reaction she'd expected him to have. But also she probably realized deep down that the situation wasn't ideal. Imagine just telling someone you fucked months ago that you were pregnant suddenly, how would they react?

“I-I just thought you should know since after all, it's yours. But I can see I made a mistake.” She exhaled forcefully. Cassidy felt a pang of hurt in his chest. 

The woman made a move to walk away but Cassidy quickly kneeled. “Ok, ok, shite, wait.” He'd held up his arms, reaching for her as he stood. 

She paused, looking up at him as he towered over her. He was a little bigger than she'd remembered.

“I'm sorry. It’s jus’ you caught me at a bad time.” 

“No shit.” She suddenly said, her language taking him aback.

He didn't remember her as the type to curse but then again he was drunk so he couldn't completely trust himself. She, on the other hand, didn’t feel the need to feel so nice anymore.

“Listen,” she put her hands on his chest. “I'm not here asking you to give up your lifestyle just because some woman just came and told you she was pregnant. I'm not here to change your life. I just wanted to tell you. I completely understand if you don't want the kid but I just wanted you to be the first to know, alright?”

“Wait - ya haven't told anyone?” 

The woman looked at him with large eyes as she shrugged. “My roommate thinks I'm at some family reunion, and in a way I'm right.” 

“Well, little lass let’s go see what I can do for ya.” 

“I have a name.”

“Sorry?” 

“Just call me J.” 

J laid awake. The unmistakable feeling of dread deep in her stomach, or maybe that had been the morning sickness. 

She stared up at the ceiling, her eyes focusing on the glow in the dark stars. It was a small comfort that put her at ease. They were dim now, but the outline was unmistakable. 

She sighed heavily, choosing to get out of bed and go out into the kitchen for a little midnight snack. As she quietly trekked to the fridge, she indulged in a piece of a leftover pastry. The smell was heavenly, and it only made her feel joy as she took delight in the sweetness. She was about to go in for a third bite when she heard her phone buzz. 

Turning quickly, she'd noticed the screen light up, a familiar name spread out on the screen. Cassidy. She grabbed the phone, seeing she'd had two missed calls and a text from him. She was confused, she hadn't given him her number at all. Well, not that she could remember. She swiped her finger across his name, not realizing she had just put in a call. Before she could even press the red button, she heard his voice on the other end. 

“Hello? J?” She stayed silent. Maybe he'd think it was a misdial.

“J, I can hear you breathing.” He revealed. 

J brought her head down and clenched her fist. She sighed once more. “Sorry, but how'd you get my number?”

“When you went to the bathroom at the pub, I put my number in.” Her brows furrowed. “Oh.” There was a pause. 

“How're ya?” He sounded genuinely concerned. She shrugged. “Did you just shrug?” “Sorry, yeah.” She shut her eyes in embarrassment.

“How're you?” Cassidy noticed the change in her tone faster than she did. 

“Ya alright, luv?” 

She could hear him shift in whatever he was sitting in. J pressed her lips together and shook her head. Forgetting Cassidy couldn't see her movements, she replied, “Not really.” She nervously laughed.

“Do you need someone?” He asked. 

“Yes.” She sniffed.

“I'll be right over.” He said, hanging up right after. - It wasn't long until she'd heard a knock at her door. 

Cassidy stood behind the door, holding a stuffed animal, ever so comically a bear. However, this bear looked as if it'd been through the wash too many times. The black button eyes were almost off, hanging by a bare thread.

“Is that supposed to be for me?” J snickered. 

“Am I not allowed to bring me best girl a gift?” He faked being offended but nonetheless offered the bear. J took it cautiously, thinking it would fall apart if she even held it the wrong way. 

She nodded, “Thank you.”

She let him in, closing the door after him. She settled on the couch next to him, although there was a gap between them.

“Can we just agree to not talk about this?” Cassidy briefly glanced at J, meeting her gaze. He frowned upon seeing her disheveled state. Her eyes were still a bit puffy from the crying earlier, but she still looked lovely to him. He nodded.

She smiled at him. Cassidy returned the smile, patting the empty air next to him. She only looked at the direction of his tattooed hand before she moved closer.

She tucked her legs under her, resting her head on his chest. His arm wrapped around her comfortingly. She flipped on the tv, content with just watching a rerun of a vaudeville show Cassidy suddenly remarked was a classic favorite. She wasn't sure what time it was, but she knew it was late. After a few episodes, she felt her eyes give up, the sensation of falling asleep swallowing her whole. Cassidy must've noticed as he spoke softly.

“Go to sleep, you've been through enough today.” He gingerly played with loose strands of her hair, easily lulling her into a deep sleep all the while she felt the blood rush to her cheeks.

#dad cass #does this count as dad cass? #anyways #I might change this to a reader insert #or if you're all fine with an oc just lemme know #preacher imagine #proinsias cassidy imagine #this is completely AU #as we all know Cassidy's chances of having a kid on the show are.....very slim #I guess #enjoy

[writingwithadinosaur]

“Better Hands” - Part 4 (Finale)

“Better Hands” - Part 4

( Part 1 / Part 2  / Part 3)

My Masterlist - Here

Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1,972

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, nothing else really. Please let me know if I missed anything

Summary: After being in an abusive relationship, you have been able to turn your life around thanks to the help of the team. But when you have to go back to your ex for some of your things, some shit goes down.

Author’s Note: So this is my first Star Trek piece and I’m super fuckin nervous about it. I’m not a huge Trekkie, but I am a fan of the newer films. Those are what I base my fics off of unless stated otherwise. But yeah, I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

<3

- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @goodnightwife @feelmyroarrrr @the-witching-hours12-3 @pokeharvest @iwillstaywiththemforever @fandomismymiddlename

You reported to Scotty a little later than you thought, but you went to work nonetheless. Scotty was surprised to see you back so soon, but he didn’t see too much harm in it. The only injury he knew about what the one of your hand from yesterday’s accident with the knife. Even though he let you work, he wasn’t okay with giving you too much to do. He didn’t want to run the risk of you injuring yourself again while your hand was still wrapped up.

It was about halfway through the workday for you. You were in a Jefferies Tube working on a sensor. Scotty was going to help you out when he realized that he had forgotten one of his welding tools back in the workshop. You decided to just go ahead and work on it until he came back.

You were about to finish undoing the last bolt when your comm went off. You didn’t even look at who was calling, you just figured it was Scotty letting you know he was on his way back. Placing the comm in between your good shoulder and your ear, you answered while still focusing on the sensor.

“(Y/L/N) here.”

“Where the hell are you?!” Leonard wasn’t yelling, but his voice had an intensity that you hadn’t heard before. You knew he was upset. Very upset.

“I uh… I--” Before you could come up with anything good to say, Leonard cut you off.

“I just called Scotty to let him know that you aren’t going to be reporting to him for at least a week because of injuries, and he tells me that you are there with him!”

“Scotty has been making sure I don’t do too much! And technically, he isn’t here right now. He went to--” You should have known better than to be a smartass. Leonard was even more annoyed.

“Grab a tool. I know. What the hell are you thinking, going back to work? You could get worse!” You knew his heart was in the right place, but when he was angry, it was hurtful.

“I know. Look, I just… I couldn’t just sit around your room and do nothing! You know me! I need to be doing things and being productive!”

“Then we find something for you to do while you rest! Just...” He paused and you could hear him try to take a deep breath or two to try to calm down even a smidge. “Where are you right now?”

“Right now I’m in tube F-24. I’m trying to replace a fried sensor. I am fine--”

“That’s it. You are done for today.” You tried to interrupt and fight back a little, but then he pulled the doctor card out. “No, (Y/N). Doing what you do at work could cause you to accidentally stretch too much and mess something up. You could pop a stitch or slice your hand open again or--”

“Fine! I’ll clock out after I finish this sensor malfunction. Unless there is another hypothetically life threatening about doing this simple task that you need to point out.” You honestly couldn’t hide your frustration any longer.  

His end of the line went silent for a moment before clicking off. You knew he was upset, but this was new. You could only imagine the hell you’d be getting when you clocked out. As for now, there seemed to be no use in dwelling on it. You were going to fix this sensor, go shower and change back in your quarters, and then deal with Hurricane Leonard.

It had only been about 5 or so minutes and you were already almost done with this assignment. You were tightening a corner of the sensor when you felt a tapping on your shoulder. Scotty must have finally come back from getting his welding tool. How he forgot that tool out of all the possible tools he could forget was a mystery to you.

“It’s about time you came back, Scotty. I’m almost done with this corner. Then it should be only a few more minutes.” There were another couple of taps on your shoulder. “Jeez Scotty! I’m going as quick as I can! Calm the fuck down!”

“You snuck out to go work even though you are on medical leave, your shoulder is bleeding, and you want me to calm down?”

That was not Scotty’s voice.

You turn around to see the very intense face of Leonard. You then looked at your shoulder and see a bit of blood seeping through your shirt. It wasn’t a lot of blood, but enough to make an already worried boyfriend even more worried. You apparently moved it wrong and popped a few stitches, but were too engrossed in your work to notice.

Scotty then rushed in. He stood next to Leonard and looked at you with a mixture of confusion and fear in his eyes.

“What the hell happened to ya, lassie? I thought it was just your hand!” You didn’t know how to respond. It’s like everything inside of you froze. Leonard sighs and then speaks up for you.

“In short, she tried to get her stuff back from Tim and he didn’t like it.” Scotty just looks at you questioningly, as if you ask if it was true. You nod your head and then turn around and lift your shirt to show him the stitches, cuts, and bruises. When you turn back around to face him, he looked heartbroken. You were like his little sister. To see you hurt this badly crushed him a little inside.

“If I would have known about this shite, I would have sent your ass back home.”

Bones shoots you a look that showed how scared he was but also said ‘I told you so.’ You now start to feel your shoulder hurting. Scotty takes your tools in one hand and grabs your hand with his other.

“(Y/N). I can’t have my best engineer working in an unstable state. You need to go. You can come back as soon as Leonard gives an okay.” He saw some tears starting to form in your eyes. You really loved your work and you hated being in this situation. “Hey, come on now. This won’t be forever. I’m only doing this because I don’t want you to get hurt again. You’re a tough girl, but you’re not invincible. I can’t have you poppin’ stitches everyday.” You just give him a small smile as he kisses your forehead in a familial way.  

You try to stand up but feel a bit lightheaded, causing you to wobble and fall against the wall. And of course, you ended up hitting a bruise again. Yelping, you start to get tunnel vision. Before you could fall any further, Leonard’s hands were supporting you.

“Dammit, (Y/N/N)!” Leonard pulls his comm out of his pocket and calls for a wheelchair to be rushed to your location. It would have been easier to just pick you up, but it would also be very painful for you and could possibly put too much stress on your stitches.

The wheelchair doesn’t take long to get there. Leonard helps you in the chair and wheels you back to his quarters. Its eerily quiet. Leonard seems to be breathing deeply and trying his best to calm down so he doesn’t explode at you.

He helps you sit on the bed before he turns to his supply closet. He comes back with an assortment of bandages and disinfectants. But there was something else that caught your eye, something that made your heart race and your breathing struggled: the dermal regenerator.

You had a very bad experience with one of these a few years back. You had gotten hit in the leg during an away mission. You didn’t know the science behind what happened, but something in the machine reacted badly to whatever hit your leg and made everything malfunction. You still had a nasty scar on your leg because of it and avoided using the machine at all costs. And because of that experience, Leonard resorted to the old fashioned form of stitches for your latest injuries.

He helps you out of your work shirt and sees your eyes stuck on the small machine to his right. Leonard sighs before taking your hand and looking into your eyes.

“Sweetheart, I know you had a bad time with this before, but all of the kinks have been worked out. Nothing will happen like last time. I promise.” You couldn’t help but panic.

“But what if it’s not? What if it’s something wrong with me and not the machine? What if this specific machine messes up? What if--” Leonard put a hand on your cheek and made you really look at him now.

“If I’m wrong and something bad happens, I will let you punch me.” You look at him for a few seconds, processing what he said, and then spoke.

“I don’t punch hard though. It wouldn’t be rewarding.” He contemplated some other options. He thought of one and chuckled a bit. He knew you would go for this.

“What if Jim is the one who punches me? One time, I don’t fight back, and you can record it.” You laughed at the thought of it. You couldn’t help but agree to those terms. “Alright, now that that is settled, I need you to turn around and let me get to work.”

He helped you turn around and get as comfortable as you could. He was going to let go of you, but you grabbed one of his hands. He sort of smiles and holds your hand. The dermal regenerator was small enough that he could hold it in one hand.

It took about 15 minutes of a monotonous whirring noise and a sort of warm feeling along the gashes until Leonard felt okay with the healing. He gave your hand a squeeze before he got up and got one of his sleep shirts for you.

As he did that, you went to the mirror and try to look at the skin on your back and shoulder to see if anything went wrong. You could barely tell anything had happened. There were no stitches or blood or marks. It was faintly red, but that would fade quickly. It was still very sore, but now it could heal even quicker. You stood and breathed a sigh of relief. Leonard came into the bathroom and puts his hands on your waist as he stands behind you, looking in the mirror.

“I told you it would be fine.” He had a smartass grin on his face.

You turn around to face him, your hands on his chest. He just leaned down and kissed your forehead before helping you into the shirt he picked out. Once you are comfortable, you walk forward and wrap your arms around his midsection, he gladly embraces you.

“Even though you are better than before thanks to the regenerator, your aren’t allowed back to work for a few days. Your muscles still need time to fully heal. I also want you to come by the Medbay. We never scanned to see if there was wrong internally. I don’t want to take any chances.”

You sigh a bit and look up at him. You are met with his gorgeous eyes that had the capability of melting your insides to mush.

“Can we do that tomorrow? I’m really hungry and tired.” Leonard laughed a bit at how innocent you sounded. Nodding, he agreed.

“Alright, sweetpea. We’ll go first thing in the morning. Right now, let’s get you some food.” You both smile at each other. Leonard then gently pulls you closer to him and presses a kiss against your lips, which you happily kiss back.

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