black undershirt

Don’t recast Chekov and don’t kill him.

Have the character have transferred to a different ship and be doing just fine. He sends Sulu messages about how he’s doing. Then respect why Chekov was originally there and make the new person in his seat an Iranian, Iraqi, Syrian, or Saudi Arabian woman. Chekov was there to predict a future where the Russians, America’s greatest enemies at the time of the shows creation, were our friends and allies. Pay respect to why he was created by placing a Muslim woman from a country that America has warred with in the seat. Give her a gold dress, black long sleeve undershirt, black leggings, and a federation uniform approved hijab. The movies would be creating representation and paying respects to what Chekov was there for. Put a muslim woman in the navigators chair and let her fly us through the stars.

“Is this 03 or Brotherhood?”, the definitive guide

I know a lot of people have trouble telling the two FMA anime apart, and I’ve noticed an increase in confusion lately, so I thought I’d make a post to help clear it up! I’ll go over some telltale differences between the two styles, in order of ease. For images, Brotherhood will be on the left, and 03 on the right.

1. Al’s armor

If Al is present in an image, he’s the quickest way to tell the difference between the two series. 03 Al is fairly greenish in hue, and his face looks similar to the early stages of the manga, with a very rectangular chin. Brotherhood Al is much greyer, a little shinier, perhaps a bit bulkier, and his face is more angular with a curvier chin, giving him something of a permanent >:( face. His toes curve up in Brotherhood, but not in 03. Also, since the fight with Buccaneer never happened in 03, if Al’s ponytail is short, it’s definitely Brotherhood!

2. Characters who appear in one series but not the other

This is something of a no-brainer, but it’s worth mentioning. Look at what characters are present in the image. Anyone who appears after the Dublith arc in the manga/Brotherhood would not be in 03. Conversely, characters such as Dante, Lujon, Archer, the Tringham brothers, and Leo don’t appear in Brotherhood.

3. The women

While this doesn’t necessarily apply to every screencap, women in 03 tend to have somewhat defined lips, while they don’t usually in Brotherhood (with the exception of Olivier, who wouldn’t be in 03 anyway). This is especially true of promotional art, as opposed to screencaps.

4. The chain

(Running in the shadooooows~)

On every Amestrian military uniform, there’s a rope chain on the right shoulder, which also attaches to the front of the breast. In 03, the bit connecting the chain to the front of the uniform is braided, while in Brotherhood, that portion is a single cord.

5. Colors + general vague feeling

Colors can sometimes be used to tell the difference, if the lighting is standard. Colors in Brotherhood are fairly muted, but not too dark, and generally stick to shades of red, blue, yellow, black, white, and brown. They might almost be described as pastel, at least compared to 03. While colors in 03 are usually more saturated than Brotherhood, they’re also a lot darker, and not nearly as coordinated in hue. Also, 03 characters in general tend to have something of a youthful look to them, compared to Brotherhood, and noses are usually longer and pointier than in Brotherhood.

6. Specific character differences

Certain characters have notably different looks between series. If these characters appear in a screencap, you can look to them for clues. Some examples:

  • Ed: His hair is darker and more orange in 03. He also wears the same outfit throughout most of it, while his alternate outfits from Brotherhood don’t appear. His face shape also pretty much stays the same in 03, while in Brotherhood he matures physically towards the end of the series.
  • Al: His human form in 03 has noticeably darker, more brown hair than Ed, whereas in Brotherhood there’s really very little difference between the two. Shamballa Al is also very distinct: Long hair in a ponytail, basically dresses like Ed. Post-Promised Day Brotherhood Al looks older than Shamballa Al, and has short hair.
  • Winry: Her “work outfit” in 03 had a pink bandana and light purple pants. In Brotherhood, the bandana is green, and her pants are tan.
  • Rose: Had dark skin and pink bangs in 03, while in Brotherhood, her skin is light and her bangs are more of an auburn color. She also appeared much more in 03.
  • Scar: 03 Scar looked way younger, and had no cheekbones. Brotherhood Scar has cheekbones and could crush 03 Scar’s teen vogue looking ass with his bare hands.
  • Bradley: Brotherhood Bradley has wrinkles on his forehead, and a very defined nose. 03 Bradley has a more empty face, and also usually a darker skin tone. Brotherhood Bradley also looks a lot more pissed off compared to 03 Bradley, most of the time.
  • Greed: In 03, Greed’s shield form is dark blue with red eyes. In Brotherhood, it’s grey with black eyes. His undershirt is also dark blue in 03, while it’s dark red in Brotherhood. Also, obviously, Greeling does not appear in 03.
  • Kimblee: Brotherhood Kimblee is a suave ass motherfucker with the best fashion sense in the entire series. 03 Kimblee has this absolutely terrible circa 1980s Rachel Summers-esque braid/buzz cut combo that makes me want to cry every time I look at it.

Chapter 317: Frog

“I couldn’t believe it. Why would you join the guild that destroyed Phantom Lord? There had to be a reason for you to stay in Fairy Tail.

           Friends, right?”

EDIT: updated the guild mark and added some glow. tbh

“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.

Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :

(My master list by the way : right here)

I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”


Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.

He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.

Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.

And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.

-What ?

Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.

Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :

-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?

Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :

-Are you guys fifteen ?

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anon submitted: I’m late to the party but I’m still gate crashing it. ^^

(mobile is irritating and took me forever to refind the submit button. >:-T )

((minami has a black undershirt because cold tummies hurt a lot. ;_; yuuri can withstand going on top of a castle naked so he doesn’t need one lol ))


Broken Promises

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: Fluff, smut, smut with lots of feelings, ):

Words: 1,755

A/N: *runs away*

Originally posted by jensen-jay

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Not Without You

Originally posted by tony-starkes

Rating: Adult, Explicit, Mature

Characters: Jim Kirk, Reader, Spock, Uhura, Bones

Situation/Scenario: Reader is trapped on a shuttle that is about to fail/explode/fall out of the sky (I don’t know how to word that) And the crew is struggling to get her back on board. She is beamed out at the last second. Jim has already convinced himself she is going to die, she doesn’t, he proves how much he needs her.

Warnings: Almost death, Angsty, smut, romance, unprotected sex, AN UNEDITED HOT MESS

Author’s note: Sooo, I have not written smut since I had a kpop smut page. I apologize in advance, my skills are ruuustty.

tags: @yourtropegirl

Not Without You

“Y/L/N to enterprise!” You yelled into your communicator. “I don’t think the shuttle is going to make it!” You yell as you try to pilot the damn thing closer to the enterprise. The ship had stopped at a class m planet to assist in delivering medical supplies to a research team. Everything had gone well, till it was time to return to the enterprise. The team on the planet had their pick of some supplies, and you had the remaining on the shuttle with you. You were supposed to have another crew member go down with you, but you had done this very trip to this team a few times before and didn’t feel you needed assistance.

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I’m Here

Characters: Jim Kirk x Reader

Summary: @yourtropegirl asked for smut with the blue survival jacket, and i was happy to oblige.  Set during Beyond, Jim gets back from his fight with Krall to find you, his girlfriend (also a crew member on the enterprise), safe and sound. sexy times ensue after you decide to peel the jacket off of him ;)

A/N: wow this one got a tad angsty…it was just supposed to be smut. but you get angsty smuff.  also, this perfectly lined up with Jim’s birthday in the movie, so yay! birthday angsmuff! (why do i have to make everything an emotional crisis?)

Warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, a smaaaaall captain kink. maybe.

Words: 2290

tags: @daybreak96 @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @jimtkirkisabitch @outside-the-government

(also i just realized the zipper is a little starfleet logo HOW CUTE)

You didn’t remember how long you’d been here, pacing in the lobby of the hotel that Starfleet had put you and the rest of the crew of the Enterprise in. You were still in your dirty and torn uniform, still covered in a thin layer of dirt, still incredibly sore and in need of a bath.  But you couldn’t relax until you knew if Jim was okay.  After the Franklin had crashed on Yorktown, you and the rest of the crew had been rushed out of the wreckage and put through a debriefing before being transported straight to this hotel.  You hadn’t even had a chance to see Jim before he was gone, chasing after Krall.  

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sanders1799  asked:

Okay after watching the recent episodes and seeing the way Betty was looking at Jughead in that tux all I want to see is a story on what Betty was thinking at the time if you could

I got you!


Betty Cooper didn’t really have anything else to say but


Jughead jones was standing in her pink and lace room, looking like he had just stepped out of some James Bond movie.

This was definitely a change from his flannels, ripped jeans and ever present combat boots.

She couldn’t keep the smile off of her face when her eyes caught the familiar beanie, he never seemed to take off.

He looked comfortable in a suit, like it was something he wore everyday, a task Archie had never been able to pull off.

Strutting into her room, with his typical mysteriously, sexy swagger she couldn’t help the way her eyes scanned his body.

She had never denied how attractive he was, but seeing him like this, all cleaned up and proper, it did things to her.

That’s not to say his denim jacket and black undershirt, didn’t do things to her, cuz lord knows they did, but this, this was different.

A good different.

She could see him, picking her up for a date at a nice restaurant

Or taking her to her junior year homecoming, dressed in that same suit, beanie and all.

She finally looked up to catch him smiling shyly at her.

“It was the best I could do.”

She noticed the way he took her in, appreciatively.

She knew she didn’t look nearly as good as he did, but the black dress she had on hugged her chest nicely, and accentuated her tiny waist.

They would make a good looking pair walking into the blossom estate.

The Exchange

This one is for my darling Heather, @jalove-wecallhimdean. Congrats on your 500 my sweet, i envy those lucky buggers that get to discover you for the first time. But at the same time, I am so glad I was there for the beginning of your posting!
Also, THANK YOU to Jenn for being an brilliant beta. @avasmommy224 couldn’t have posted without you soothing my worried mind!

Prompt: “You full on had a girl inside you for like a whole week”
Warning: Body Swap, swearing, attempted humor, rejection, fluff, confusion, masturbation, hinted smut…?
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam
Word Count: 5264 (kinda got away from me)
Summary: A nasty curse from a Warlock leaves you and Dean scratching each others heads and Sam mighty confused…

Originally posted by lexarakoon

That fucking warlock. Oh man, had he been a hard one to put down! It had taken all week. Spells were cast, spells were undone. Hex bags were planted, hex bags were burnt. It’d been physically wearing too, being thrown from one bloody wall to another. Christ, this guy just had a hard on for bodies slapping against plaster.
I groaned and rolled onto my back, not opening my eyes just yet, today could wait. I lay there for a while before stretching, and it was a bloody good stretch too; leg shaking, arm tingling, back cracking, good. I yawned wide, cracking my dry lips. I licked at it, feeling the swell of a bigger cut. I don’t remember splitting my lip. I push that thought from my mind and dig the heels of my palms into my eyes, grinding out the sleep and yawning again, but I stop, surprised, halfway through. My fingers have rested on my hair, what should be my long hair; but it’s short and spiky and …

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Not Just Some Video Game

Someone had turned the ‘game’ on.

I blinked green eyes to clear my vision and peered out through the laptop’s screen. A dark-skinned boy, maybe fourteen years in age, grinned at me.

“Hello. What’s your name?” I asked, ignoring the way my words appeared on the inside of the screen. I had done this before, it was nothing new.

The boy raised an eyebrow, likely at the lack of text box to type an answer into. Hesitantly, he spoke, “Um, I’m Tucker Foley. That’s TF as in Too Fine.”

I laughed, smirking slightly. “Dude, ouch. It’s nice to meet you, I guess.”

“Wait, who’re you?”

“My name is Phantom. Danny Phantom.” I answered after a moment, running a gloved hand through my white hair. It had probably been years since the last time I had introduced myself, and the thought made me a bit nervous.

Tucker chuckled, “I can’t decide if that sounds cool or makes you seem like a total dork.”

“Why not both?” I asked with a shrug, then shook my head and smiled, “You’re taking this exceptionally well. The last person who found my USB threw their computer at the wall.”

Tucker blinked, them seemed to remember that he was talking to a video game. His eyes widened. “Wait, are you an AI? That’s so cool!”

“Kinda?” I answered, “I dunno. I guess so, since I’ve been here for as long as I can remember. What, are you some tech nerd?”

Tucker scowled and grabbed the mouse, trying to click on my face. I watched in amusement as the little white cursor moved around on the screen, unable to touch me. The growing frustration on his face made me snicker.

“Hey, sorry, I was just speaking my mind. Here, have a peace offering,” I summoned up a window for Google and wrote in a link with my index finger. When I tapped the Search button, a myriad of printable food coupons showed up. “You look like you could stand to eat a bit more.”

To my amusement, Tucker was literally drooling. I pushed the window up towards the screen so that the mouse could interact with it, floating in the corner of the screen. I met his eyes and Tucker smiled, “This is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

And beautiful it was.

Tucker took to leaving the computer plugged in and turned on at all times, so that I wouldn’t be trapped in the darkness. We talked and played DOOM together once I realized I could interact with the MMO. Every once in a while Tucker would even help me transfer my data temporarily to his PDA so we could still hang out when he was at school or the local fast food joint.

Two months and six days after he opened my file, though, he came home with an idea.

“Danny, I think we can get you into the real world.”

I gaped in shock at my friend, undoubtedly the best I’d ever had. “What!? How?”

Tucker sat down heavily as he began talking animatedly, “There’s this family of inventors living a few blocks away, I’m kind of friends with their daughter. A few years ago, they made a few robots to fight ghosts or something.” He elaborated at my raised eyebrow, “They’re ghost hunters.”


“Says the teenage AI.”

“Good point.”

“Anyway,” Tucker continued, “They never used them for much of anything because they couldn’t create an effective AI, but the bots are still around. I could use one and revamp it, then if you transfer to it you’ll have a physical body!”

I gave a breathless laugh (though I didn’t really need to breathe anyway) and beamed at my friend. “That’s… wow! Alright, let’s do this!”

It took Tucker months. Seven of them, in fact.

But it was worth it for the final result.

To my honest surprise, Tucker had access to some seriously high-quality tech and materials, most of which he admitted was scavenged from the Fentons’ lab. The deactivated robot looked almost exactly like a real teenager, with soft black hair and pale skin. The build was small and thin, strongly resembling my own. The only part of its image that made it seem inhuman was the brightness of the softly glowing blue eyes.

Well, that and the USB port at the nape of the neck, but that was concealed by a high-collared black undershirt. Most of the time, I mean. It was exposed today because it was Transfer Day, as we had decided to call it.

Shut up. I never claimed to be creative.

I shuddered in nervous excitement before slipping into my USB, losing all awareness of the outside world as soon as Tucker unplugged it. I waited impatiently for a new 'platform’ to present itself, and when it did I immediately threw myself into it.

The physical sensation washed over me like a tidal wave. I had only ever felt the digital approximations of senses before, so the incoming information from countless micro-sensors was completely new to me.

Taking an artificial breath, I opened my eyes to see Tucker leaning in close, staring at me in fascination. I lurched backwards with a yelp of surprise, then paused and marveled in the feeling of movement. Synthetic muscles moved under man-made skin as I turned my wrists and wiggled my fingers. I let out a small sound of surprise when I noticed that I even had 'birthmarks’ dotting my skin.

I raised an eyebrow at the vibrations that rippled through my chest and throat when I made the noise. I met my friend’s excited gaze and said plainly, “This is weird.”

The combination of his face and the odd feeling of real speech made me laugh, and soon we were both spiraling into a shared fit of giggles. I threw my arms around Tucker in a hug.

“Thank you, Tuck,” I breathed, holding the best human being I had ever met close, “Thank you so much.”

After a moment, he hugged me back. “It’s nothing, dude… Well, not nothing, but you get my point.”

I pulled away and stood, wobbling slightly on my feet. Steadying myself, I grinned down at Tucker, “So, you mentioned having other friends?”

Goodbye Internet. - Part 2

Summary: Dan dreams of his and Phil’s wedding and realises this is going to harder than he thought to move on. 

Genre: Fluff 

Word Count: 1.3k 

A/N: There will be one more half to part two! And that’s it! I was asked to create a sequel and here’s the first part of it!

Part 1

Cherry blossom petals filled the air, almost like snow did when it fell in the winter months. Except there was no coldness and no smell of ice, only warmth and a faint smell of cherries lingered in the air. Music softly rang, as Dan fixed his collar one last time. Today was the day.

He pulled his phone out and opened the camera, and started recording. “Hello internet, as you see I am all dressed up right now.” He chuckled a bit. “I would explain why, but it’s better if I just show you.” Dan walked out of the dressing room and out to the venue, where everyone would be gathered in two or so hours.

There were two sides, each holding 8 rows of white chairs. A stone wall surrounded the venue and cherry blossoms grew around them. Lanterns hung from the trees that ignited the place up like stars were in the trees. The arch at the end of the pathway was made from cherry blossoms too, and Dan had requested for fairy lights to be strung through them, and so there were. The sun was starting to go down, which meant by the ceremony actually started there would be a sunset with an array of different shades of colors shining over them.

“You guys may be wondering where I am and who’s getting married, and it’s been hard keeping this a secret. I am in Japan and this?” He pointed his hand out and turned so he could get a view of the venue once more, “Is where in two hours, I will be marrying everyone’s favorite angel. See you guys in a bit.”

The time couldn’t pass fast enough for Dan. He was waiting for what seemed like forever, until the time came. He said hi to everyone as he made his way to stand under the arch. The setting sun created a warm mood and filled him with warmth. Taking a deep breath in he knew it would only be moments now. Moments until the music started and moments until Phil came down the aisle.

Dan’s heart sped up the moment he heard the familiar song start to play. The instrumental version of Bliss by Muse filled the room and everyone was quiet. Dan stood there, facing down the aisle eagerly waiting now. Phil appeared, with his mum alongside him. Even from far away Dan’s mouth dropped at his beauty. Unlike Dan, who chose an all-black suit with a white undershirt and black tie, Phil had a fully white suit on, with a pale blue tie that contrasted well with it. Dan’s hair was curly, since Phil loved his curly hair and Phil was wearing his glasses, since Dan adored him when he wore them.

The lanterns that hung from the trees shone warm light onto Phil, casting a shadow onto half of his face. As he got closer and closer Dan could see the nervousness in his eyes as well as his own. Departing from his mum, Phil walked up and stood opposite of Dan.

“You look beautiful,” Dan mouthed as he turned to him. Crimson red filled Phil’s cheeks as the priest behind them smiled and started.  

The priest was an older gentleman who happened to believe love is love no matter what. He preferred to marry couples of the same sex just because of the harshness they have had to endure in being able to have that simple right granted to them. “We gather here to unite these two people in marriage. Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly and today they publicly declare their private devotion to each other. The essence of this commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as lover, companion, and friend. A good and balanced relationship is one in which neither person is overpowered nor absorbed by the other, one in which neither person is possessive of the other, one in which both give their love freely and without jealousy. Marriage, ideally, is a sharing of responsibilities, hopes, and dreams. It takes a special effort to grow together, survive hard times, and be loving and unselfish.”

Dan smiled and stared at Phil who stared back, their hand intertwined together and held between them. “Do you both pledge to share your lives openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love? Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs for all the days of your lives?”

Dan swallowed hard, bracing himself for the two words he’s waited to say for so so long. “I do.” The words rolled off his tongue as if he was meant to say them his entire life, and he truly believed that he should.

The priest smiled at Dan and turned to Phil, waiting for a response. “I do.”

“Do you pledge to share your love and the joys of your marriage with all those around you, so that they may learn from your love and be encouraged to grow in their own lives?”

“I do,” Dan and Phil said in union together. Phil giggled a bit, his tongue sticking out between his teeth.

As the priest continued on, a small girl, only 5 years old, came down the aisle - throwing flower petals behind her. “May these rings be blessed as a symbol of your union. As often as either of you look upon these rings, may you not only be reminded of this moment, but also of the vows you have made and the strength of your commitment to each other.” Maci was her name, she was Phil’ older brothers daughter.

Maci went to sit down once she arrived at the end of the path before stopping in her tracks and turning to look at the grooms, “Uncle Philly, he better be nice to you!!” she yelled and everyone started laughing, including the priest. Dan’s younger brother got up from his seat, bringing along to golden wedding bands. One had D.J.H. carved on the inside, the other P.M.H.. Placing Dan’s ring in Phil’s hand, and Phil’s in Dan’s, his brother mouthed “I’m proud of you,” before returning to his seat.

“Dan, please repeat after me …

I Dan, promise to love and support you Phil and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed.”

Taking Phil’s hand and sliding the ring onto his finger Dan stared into his eyes and he stared back. It was like the world was no longer watching them, it was just Dan and Phil, two people who were in love finally being able to be together forever. “I Dan, promise to love and support you Phil and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed.” Dan smiled. It was finally happening.

“Phil, please repeat after me …

“I Phil, promise to love and support you Dan and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed.”

Phil looked at Dan, a huge smile on his face. He noticed how bright Dan’s eyes shone, compared to the sad, dull eyes that were tired of life already that he met at 18. As Phil repeated his vows and slid the ring onto the younger boys finger he kept staring, remembering how over the years, day by day those eyes brightened.

“Go now in peace and live in love, sharing the most precious gifts you have- the gifts of your lives united. And may your days be long on this earth. I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom.”

Dan smiled bigger than Phil had ever seen. His hands quickly let go of Phil’s as he brought them up to cup the older boys face and pull him closer. Leaning up, Phil brought their lips together and it was again as if the world had disappeared. There was no internet persona, no one. Just Dan. Just Phil. Two people madly in love that had just gotten married.

Phil pulled back and smiled at him whispering, “We did it.”

Dan shot up out of bed, tears had already begin to pool in his eyes. This dream just wouldn’t stop haunting him would it? 

Part 3

McKirk Drabble

@mccoymostly take care honey, take your rest and I hope you get some sleep! Without further ado, here’s a little something I hope will make you feel a bit better at least temporarily… Love you lots! <3

When the door to his quarters swish open the lights are on.

Dimmed, perhaps, but on.

Jim frowns slightly, a tiny bud of hope blooming in his chest that he knows he shouldn’t feel. Yes, Leonard’s been busy and yes, he’s missed sleeping next to his boyfriend. Missed his warmth, his voice, waking up in the morning tangled together. The bed hair, the grumpiness.

He’s missed Bones.

But he knows as well that with four of the nursing staff out and some sort of flu-like-disease going around the ship Leonard’s been busy.

Barely-time-to-eat busy.

Can’t-talk-Jim-I’m-sorry busy.

Doesn’t-come-to-bed busy.

But now, now the lights are on and Jim’s heart is leaping in his chest because maybe, finally, he can just be with Bones. Just feel his presence in their shared rooms. Hear his breathing as he sleeps.

When he sees Leonard half sitting, half hanging on the couch he can’t help but smile.

He’s pale, there’s bags under his eyes and weariness is written all over him even in his sleep but at least he’s here.

But he’s also in an awfully awkward position. On the couch. In his clothes.

Jim huffs to himself, shakes his head with an affectionate laugh and makes his way over.

He squats down in front of the couch and brings a hand up, cupping Leonard’s cheek in the palm of his hand. “Bones,” he whispers.

A soft mumble which might be a “go away” is all the reply he gets.

“Bones,” he says, and leans up to press a kiss against Leonard’s brow. “Bones, you got to go to bed.”

“’m sleeping.” Leonard turns his head into Jim’s touch.

Jim’s heart swells at the action and oh, how much he loves this man. Which is also why he needs to get him to a bed because kinks in necks are not fun.

“It’s just a few steps, babe.” He murmurs and kisses Leonard’s brow again. “I can’t hold you when you sleep when you’re on the couch.”

It’s like the promise of cuddling motivates Leonard to at least open his eyes.

“Hi there,” Jim smiles.

“Bed,” is all Leonard replies, demands.

Jim chuckles.

By the time Leonard’s on the bed and Jim’s removed his shoes and clothes – sans underwear and black undershirt – Leonard’s almost asleep again already.

For a moment Jim stands next to the bed and just watches Leonard, a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes. Then, he removes his own pants and shirt and slides into the bed, quickly gathering a now sleeping Leonard in his arms.

“Jim,” Leonard murmurs in his sleep, body leaning into Jim’s and arms winding around his waist.

Jim lets out a shuddering, happy breath. He presses a kiss against Leonard’s brow and when he whispers “lights five percent,” he can’t help but feel like all is right in the world again.