|Member Profile: meraki
Alias: rhys / ray
Join Date: 07/14/13
Last Logged In: 06/07/18
1. the soul, creativity, or love put into something
2. the essence of oneself that is put into one's work.
hey, i'm rhys. some people call me ray.
i like space, magic, and staying up late.
in order of priority, i'm currently
writing a reader-insert with handsome jack
outlining plot for oc-centric story
rewriting sickbay shenanigans (potentially scrapping it altogether?)
17+ | Warnings:
Adult Situations, Angst, Crude Humor, Fluff, Mature Content, Mild Adult Situations, Mild Sexual References, Spoilers, Strong Language
Reader, Various, You
Action, Adventure, Comedy, Drama, Friendship, Humor, Science Fiction | Story Types:
Drabble, Ficlet, Other, Reader Insert
1 chapter(s) / 858 words | Complete:
Summary: You can never guess who or what comes in through sickbay doors unless you're that person, or you work there. For you, it's the latter. You were a simple girl, obediently tending to patients and quietly scolding McCoy when he stabbed someone with a hypospray a little too violently.
You never knew he noticed, though.
[ Reboot!McCoy x Blueshirt!Reader ] [ Post Star Trek (2009) and Post ST:ID ]
Published: 07/18/13 | Updated: 07/19/13