(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ otp bubble baths
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ otp holding hands
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ otp feeding each other desserts
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ otp comforting each other
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ otp being silly babies
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ otp falling asleep in each other’s arms
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ just otp fluffy goodness everywhere
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ otp painful childhood memories
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ otp sad heart breaking back stories
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ otp misunderstood emotions
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ otp stubborn cat and mouse
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ just otp angst and emotional pain
There was more to Leonard McCoy than meets the eye. But then again, everyone has secrets, don’t they?
Leonard McCoy was a professional above anything else. As much of a bad influence as Jim Kirk was and as much as he had rubbed off on him, Leonard abided by the strict Starfleet regulations set in place.
"You can’t hide anything from me, Bones. I know all your secrets," Jim would say with a smile and a twinkle in his eye that said he had it all figured out.
"Kid," Bones would reply with a laugh, "what you don’t know about me could just about fill up the goddamn Grand Canyon."
Sure, Jim knew the basic things. He knew he was a divorced father from Georgia. Jim knew that he had a fear of flying and was always in a general state of worry over Jim dying or getting severely injured because of his own stupidity.
But Jim has only brushed the surface. He didn’t know that he wasn’t the first person to call him Bones.
And Jim didn’t know that he has never actually seen his hands.