but i enjoy jim with anyone

shinee as starbucks baristas


  • his nametag says jim (who’s jim??? he doesn’t even know anyone named jim??)
  • taemin: pls stop spinning the mop you make cleanup so much harder than it needs to be and i am wet
  • writes the names wrong all the time, enjoy your latte, brick
  • lowkey (highkey) he looks like he hates his life when not smiling


  • memorized the entire corporate-approved playlist, singing under his breath while making coffees in an angry mocking way bc they won’t let him change it
  • corporate trying to keep him down but he won’t be broken 
  • wears his visor backwards 
  • when not in work keeps smelling coffee, asks everyone to smell him to see if they smell it too (key: “jong we work at a coffee store ofc we smell like coffee” / jonghyun: “BUT I SHOWERED LIKE THREE TIMES”)


  • arrives to work with starbucks from another location
  • but literally when his shift starts a group of people always come in and get frappes
  • he’s smiling but his smile is not really a smile you know???
  • had to fend for himself bc onew hid in the closet when he saw that group because he need to “look for coffee beans” so he locked him in for a bit and “forgot how to unlock it”
  • free cake pops tho


  • cute latte art!!!! it’s not required but he learned how to do it through youtube and sometimes minho-made coffee have cool designs on them
  • after closing time, has flipped a table (╯ㅍ□ㅍ)╯︵ ┻━┻) bc he always wanted to try that
  • it wasn’t as fun as he expected it to be and plus he had to pick it up after which defeated the purpose 
  • lifting competition with jong on who can squat the most bags of coffee beans (they’re both red and sweating and look dumb af)


  • puts too much whip on order, coffee pours out of the sides and he is panicking 
  • honestly he just struggles with that whip cream canister in general 
  • puts mobile order stickers over the starbucks logo 
  • taking shots of espresso on his breaks
  • employee of the month (???????????)

anonymous asked:

hey i see that u like fake married fanfics... have any good spirk recs?? ive only ever read one fake married one and i want more

I WANT MORE, TOO!!! I haven’t found nearly enough to satisfy my literally insatiable desire for fake relationship stories, but by god I will share with you the ones I have! (I only started keeping track of the fic I read fairly recently, so I’ve read others that I don’t know if I’ll ever find again, but here are some quality pieces that I have saved/was able to find without too much difficulty):

The Marrying Kind by @spicyshimmy: (Kirk/Spock, AOS) I think I read this one in a single day, haha! It was fun and engaging and SPOCK was so JEALOUS. And the characterization (esp. of Spock) was fabulous. I was actually thinking about this one a few days ago because it was probably one of (if not) the best-constructed fake-married Space Husbands fic I’ve read! Also A+ sexual tension which is always a fave.

I Just Met You and This is Crazy by @luck-and-miracles: (Kirk/Spock, AOS) This one was SO SWEET. CLASSIC fake relationship, lots of Jim bonding with Spock’s family WHICH IS MY SHIT. And the ending is just so CUTE? It feels like a romcom with a touch of angst and I really enjoyed it.

Taste Test by @noodleinabarrel: (Kirk/Spock, AOS) No fake married rec list is complete without this one. In this, they’re in a relationship but pretending to be engaged and it is SO FLUFFY AND LOVELY?? This fic is like…. my happy place. And there’s more to the series after this so remember to read on! (and also read everything noodle writes because, um, perfection).

(AND OH MY GOD apparently I forgot to subscribe to this next one, but they updated recently and I think about it all the time? So thank you, anon, for making me go look for it!)

Threaded by ceruleansmile: (K/S, AOS) In this one, Spock accidentally beams Jim onto Vulcan and has to smuggle him around and of course passing him off as his bondmate is the most logical thing to do (!!!!!!) and I know it’s a WiP but give it a chance! Even if they never update again, it sets up a really great happy thought for you to finish in your imagination!

So sadly sadly sadly that is the end of the ones that I have saved!!! I’ve read more over the years that I remember enjoying, but unfortunately any details have pretty much bled out of my brain at this point. If anyone has any more, feel free to add to this list! (I AM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE FAKE-MARRIED FICS)

Green-Blooded Matchmaker (Bones x Reader TrekFest 2017)

Originally posted by anastasiacoburg

Pairing: AOS Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Reader, featuring nosy!matchmaking!Spocko

Rating: PG for language because McCoy is a potty mouth doctor and drug mention

A/N: Guess who did some heavy tweaking to their unfinished Spock Week fic to create THIS beautiful mess. :) Also, dammit guys I am a writer not a doctor (nor a biochemist) so please excuse any technobabble/misattributed terms. (See also: Sara slips in a Hidden Figures reference because she deserves it.)

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Leaving is Hard to Do - Jim Kirk

Summary: drinkin’ while you’re in love with jim but are too scared to tell him lest it destroy your friendship. 

Word count: 2,361

Warnings: language, alcohol

A/N: isn’t the title funny? it’s a play on “breaking up is hard to do” fjgkdjfhg i love myself. this is slightly sad but i love it for some reason. i think i just love jim so i keep writing him and literally no one else. ENJOY IT AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

You didn’t understand Jim’s flirting technique at all but, on the contrary, you greatly understood how he managed the success rate he did. You attributed it to the “love is blind” cliche— only edited.

“Lust is deaf,” you called it.

He would put his foot in his mouth repeatedly as he spoke to anyone he was attracted to— he would rattle off ridiculous inquiries you could recall being the audience to during your years at the Academy.

Of course, those questions came from eighteen year-old boys with inexplicably high confidence levels that verged on total narcissism and inexplicably low sensitivity levels that verged on sociopathy.

In Jim’s case, however, the questions would be asked with such little interest it was as if he was reading the same tired script printed onto the walls of his scotch glass.

It didn’t matter what Jim said, though. After all, who could resist his unbelievably electric blue eyes and unnecessarily bright smile that appeared to be illuminated by starlight?

He stood with his side leant against the edge of the bar counter, his elbow resting atop the presumably sticky surface— it made you feel bad for his worn grey leather jacket that was probably bearing the brunt of the stickiness. His eyes were narrowed by the magnitude of his close-lipped smile. He brought the rim of his glass to his lips and glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

You just snorted and sat back against the booth you occupied.

Your fingertip swirled patterns against the table as you heard the leather bench across from you squeak with newly added weight. Without looking up, you shook your head. “Not interested.”

“Neither am I, darlin’.”

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She’s the love I never had, but the one I’ve longed for. I never believed that one day the girl I’ve always had a huge crush on, would some day make me feel like the happiest man alive. In a city full of stars, I’ve always admired her more than anyone other. The way she shines in her own light was what I’ve always come to love and admire most about her. She’s the star I’ve always enjoyed watching. And as she dances and glides across the night skies, I realized, she’s the wish in my life that came true ⭐️💕

I Can See a Smile (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Summary: This is a request (my first! woo!) from @webhoard . Jim is a drama queen and very cute when stroppy. 

Request:  Hmm…how about fluffy Jim getting ‘mad’ at S/O for something trite like eating the last of the ice cream or something like that, and S/O has to placate him and cheer him up? Lol, I just really wanna Jim acting like a lovable man-child.

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: None (100% FLUFF)

a/n: ok so stroppy drama queen Jim is my new favourite thing. Also, the ‘i can see a smile’ line is something my brother used to say to me when i was off school being ill to try and cheer me up.

“Hey, y/n! Which drawer did you put the last of the ice cream in?” you heard Jim yell from the kitchen.

You could hear the drawers of the freezer being opened and closed repeatedly, alongside rummaging sounds as he dug his way through the contents. He was looking for the tub of salted caramel ice cream which you both loved and had been devouring for the past week since you had got back to earth.

“uuuurrrrmmmm… have you checked the bottom drawer?” you shouted back, pretending not to know its true location - empty and in the recycling.

You smiled to yourself and to the last spoonful of the delicious dessert in your bowl. You planned on hiding and destroying the evidence before Jim realised what had happened. But as you placed the last spoonful in your mouth - savouring every second - Jim appeared in the doorway.

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Request from Anon:  Sherlock x reader. Jim kidnapped The reader who is also Sherlocks wife. She’s been missing for weeks and he’s done unspeakable things to her

So I wrote this a bit differently, I hope it works. I’d appreciate any feedback, I am really on the fence about this one. Thanks to @igottomuchfreetimeonmyhands for beta-ing and for the words of encouragement! Enjoy xoxo - Sarah!

Hour One

Sherlock twisted the gold wedding band on his left hand and looked anxiously around the room. Officers and detectives alike were scurrying here and there. Lestrade had a phone glued to his ear and was barking out orders to anyone who would listen. His stomach churned with unease and he had to keep swallowing down the bile threatening to rise in his throat. He replayed the scene that he came home to just an hour ago.

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@toonytou I’m sorry these are so late! I hope I didn’t forget anyone… Jim was kind of a late addition as I’d drawn him earlier for an art trade but never really felt it was good enough to upload. I apologize for all of the mistakes, too. Aaaa but I’m rambling! Anyways, have a fabulously fantabulous day you lovable dork!!! Eat some delicious and healthy food and enjoy some fresh air!! Just take life at your own pace and continue being amazing!

I don’t trust nostalgia. I question the motives of people who long for the return of the 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s. I can’t help but wonder about the motives of those who glorify these times, putting them on a pedestal.

I mean, if you’re white, these were great times to be alive. The (white) middle class was thriving and growing exponentially. (white) Americans were getting college degrees at a higher rate than any time previously in our history. (white) Americans were buying their first home by the millions, many of them the first in their families to ever own a home. (white) Americans were enjoying a huge surge in upward mobility.

Minorities were, for the most part, left out of the greatest surge of wealth and prosperity this country had ever experienced. It was only a great time to be alive, if you were white. So, I distrust nostalgia about these times. Knowing what we know today, why would anyone want to go back to where this the norm? Why would anyone want to go back to be around and benefit from Jim Crow? Why would anyone want a return of these times? of those conditions?

This is why the whole “Make America Great Again” was so insidious. So many people see America at its greatest, at its zenith, in the years following WWII. And it was an amazing time to be alive if you were white and straight. “Affirmative action” for white people (GI college loans, VA home loans, a boom in union and manufacturing jobs that went mostly to the growing white middle class) was in full swing. But the already huge disparity and inequity between white people and every else in the country grew at an even greater rate.

Fuck the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. You can keep the 70’s and 80’s too. I just want to look forward, especially now when our country seems to be moving backwards. Keep your pin-up girls, muscle cars and all that other shit away from me, thankyouverymuch.


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Originally posted by relationshipaims

Prompt: Bones doesn’t know reader is mute and is constantly confused why she never talks to anyone or answers questions. Jim has to save both of them from further embarrassment. -Anon


Word Count: 2,490

A/n: I love mute!reader’s, I think they make the cutest love stories. And I’m actually taking my second year of ASL (American sign Language) so I have some experience with signing but describing the signs is almost impossible so if you get confused, just look it up :P Enjoy!

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Night on the town, part 12

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 3389

Warning: Language, Angst

Part 11

Life back on the ship returned to normal.  Well about as normal as a ship full of people, who could not get away from each other for the next several years, could be.  Joanna had made her tearful apology to you a few days after returning to the ship.  She truly seemed excited to know she would have a sibling in the coming months and asked if she could come visit when the baby was born.  Plans would have to be made with Starfleet, but both you and Leonard had hoped it would be possible.  

Weeks turned into months rather quickly.  It was not long before your uniforms were becoming tighter and a baby bump appeared. While you loved your friends, after the seventh person came up to you to rub your stomach, you lost it.  It could have been the hormones, but you made sure that Leonard knew it.  You had dragged him into the office with you and went on for a good twenty minutes how everyone seemed to think your abdomen was public domain.  It ended with a spectacular display of tears, the likes Leonard had not ever seen from you.  Once you had napped and had a dinner consisting of a hamburger dripping with mustard and pickles you were back to your mostly sane self.

Leonard was not sure how he would make it through the next twenty weeks with a crazy pregnant wife. Thankfully, he and Jim shared bottles of alcohol often when you had late shift.  It was one of the few things that kept him from launching himself out the airlock.  There were also nights that Jim would sit with you completely sober, and just talk about nothing important.  There were many jokes and teasing about your crazy hormones but he never took it too far. He was by far the friend that kept things easy and calm.  Which was one of the many reasons why you and Leonard sat him down one day to ask him to be the baby’s Godfather.

“You want me to do what? Why?  I am the last person in the galaxy you want to be a role model for your kid.  You two have lost your minds.”  Jim chugged down half his drink in a go.  In his mind, he was petrified and honored at the same time.  He was awful around kids.  They do all sorts of weird things and smelled even weirder.

You smiled at him knowing that look on his face.  “Jim, this baby would not be here without you.  You were the one that had pushed both of us to maintain this relationship. Leonard would not be the person he is today without you.”  This earned a scoffing noise from the grumpy man beside you, to which you kissed his lips lightly before continuing.  “Who came all the way to Maine to make sure I didn’t leave Starfleet or Leonard?”

Jim looked up from his glass showing half a smile.  In his mind, all the things he had done were not a big deal.  He did not see it as any extra effort; it was just what people did for their friends.  

“But we want you to understand though, if you accept this, it also means if something happens to Leonard and I… We want you to…”  Jim held a hand up stopping you.

“If something happens to you and Bones?  Meaning I get your kid if you both die?  That’s what being a Godfather will entail?  You want me to take your kid and raise it when you both die?  Now I know you both have lost your minds.”  Leonard sighed loudly setting his face down on the table while you looked at Jim with your own smirk.

“Well this baby has made me a little crazy.  But we are serious, neither one of our families are really prepared for something like that.  Jim you would be amazing at showing this little one the galaxy.  You are brilliant, brave, and you know how to get yourself out of trouble in the blink of an eye.  Plus you are backup.  I don’t plan on dying and leaving my kid for anyone else.  Though, neither did my parents… And look what happened there.” Your intention had been to keep it light, but the thought of your parents’ deaths popped up when thinking about leaving your own baby alone in the galaxy.  The somber look on your face softened Jim.

“You both really think I wouldn’t screw up your kid?”  Leonard lifted his head from the table.

“Jim it’s my kid.  You can’t screw it up any worse than I will.” Rolling your eyes, you shoved Leonard’s shoulder.

“How about neither one of you screw up this kid and just be the good people you are.  Damn you two are annoying as hell.”  Both men laughed as you huffed.  You pointed a finger between them.  “Listen up; this is how it is going to go.  Jim you are going to be this baby’s godfather and you will like it. You will vow to take care of him or her and teach it all the trouble you know.  Leonard, you, will be a great father as you already are.  If something happens to either one of us or both of us then, Jim will step up and help in what ever way you can.  Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.”  They answered in unison.

“Good.  Now get drunk or whatever you need to.  I need to pee again.”  

After that discussion, Jim had stepped up to his godfather role.  He was suggesting names often and made sure you were comfortable and not standing too long when he would see you.  It got on Leonard’s nerves but when didn’t Jim get on Leonard’s nerves?  Jim argued that it was necessary for him to know the sex of the baby so he could prepare himself for whatever it was.  Especially if it was a girl.  It would take a lot of preparation for him to be ready for a girl. “Like what the hell do you do with a girl?”

You stuck to your guns and you made sure that Leonard had no access to your medical records during the pregnancy.  As well as threatening M’Benga within an inch of his life that he would not leak whatever he knew to Leonard or anyone else.  Everyone was just going to have to wait until the baby decided to make his or her entrance into the world.  Plus it was fun watching Leonard get whiney about it.  It was one of the many joys of being married and pregnant, annoying your husband.

Just because you were pregnant, though, it did not stop the rest of the galaxy from moving and going about their lives.  There were several more missions for Starfleet that were completed.  As well as away missions, rescue missions… Too many damn missions to count when it came down to it.  Most days were exhausting.  The faces were all a blur by the time you would crawl into your bed at the end of your shifts.  Time was passing so quickly that you could hardly believe that you only had a month left before you would be holding your sweet baby in your arms.  You kept in contact often with your grandfather and Leonard’s mother, keeping them updated on how you were feeling and what was happening in the far reaches of space.

Both wanted you to come home for the birth, but there just wasn’t the time for the Enterprise to make it back to Earth.  Moreover, the Enterprise really was home now.  Your family, Leonard and the crew needed you just as much as you needed them. Especially with as much trouble everyone got in.  There would always be a need for a less grumpy doctor on board.

The Enterprise was on its way to a summit on a planet that had petitioned for alliance with Starfleet. A typical routine mission for James T. Kirk and the Enterprise.  Over the time you had known him, he had been able to talk his way out of a great deal of trouble.  He had rescued countless people as the expense of his own safety and he brought you and Leonard back together.  Making him the perfect choice for mediator.  

It started as a typical day. Leonard had been called to the medbay early in the morning to assist M’Benga with a delicate surgery. Normally you would have been happy to help but you had hardly slept the previous night due to late call.  By the time you woke in the morning it was nearly 1000 hours.  Jim found you sitting at a table alone in the mess hall staring at a PADD as you picked at your breakfast.  He sat down in front of you with a raised brow.  “How is there food still on your plate?  Last week you ate two full plates before anyone else had one.”

You frowned at him as you set the PADD down on the table.  “So you calling me fat, Jim?”

He nearly choked on his coffee as he tried to come up with a response.  “[Y/N] no… I didn’t mean that!  I mean… Ahh shit come on you know I didn’t mean that.  You are gorgeous.  I just meant you have barely touched your plate.”  A smirk appeared on your lips.  You really enjoyed when he tried to pull his boot out of his mouth.

“I’m not really hungry. It’s hard to have an appetite when a child has pushed up all your organs leaving a miniscule space for your stomach and any food one might want to eat.”  The look on his face was priceless and it caused you to laugh.

“That sounds horrible. You can’t eat?  Isn’t this the time you are supposed to be able to eat anything you want?  Pregnancy just sounds like one problem after another.”  He then proceeded to shovel his mouth full before expressing his extreme satisfaction with his meal.  “See? This is pretty damn good.  I would be pissed if I couldn’t eat.”  He may be captain of the Enterprise and a good friend, but sometimes Jim was just a plain ol’ goofball that needed a good smack upside the head.  Too bad your large belly prevented quick movement of any kind.

Fortunately, the rest of your meal went far better.  The two of you chatted and you watched while he finished his plate and yours.  Just as you were about to leave for medbay you received a comm asking you to evaluate one of the ensigns on the bridge for dizziness. Jim said he would escort you since he was on his way there.  As you stood in the lifts waiting to reach the bridge, the little one gave a strong kick causing you to gasp quietly.  Jim reacted quickly.

“[Y/N], what is it? You okay?”  Laughing quietly, you nodded to him.  

“Yes, I’m fine.  The baby was just letting me know I am not moving enough.”  You took his hand, setting it on the last spot the baby had kicked.  Pressing lightly the baby responded instantly kicking again, protesting any pressure on your abdomen.  Jim laughed, before looking up to you with a large grin.

“That is amazing!  I can’t believe you get to feel that every day.”

“Yeah well it feels different from the inside but I agree it is amazing.”  The pair of you were distracted for the moment until a loud crashing sound and shaking of the lifts sent you both off your feet, making impact with the wall then the floor.  The emergency lighting engaged darkening the lift faintly.  There was a pain in your side as you lifted your head from the floor. You had hit the rail on the wall before falling.  “Jim…”

He groaned as he pulled himself over to where you were.  There was blood trickling from a laceration on his forehead. “[Y/N], you alright? The baby okay?”

“I don’t know.  I hit the railing.  Something hurts badly. I need to get to the medbay.”  He nodded moving into a sitting position.

“Kirk to Scotty.  We need to beam Dr. McCoy to the medbay from the lifts.  She needs to get checked out now.”  There was the sound of much commotion as Scotty replied.

“Cap’in aye can’t. The transporters are down.  It migh’ be ‘ours for aye can gettum back. Aye ‘ave teams workin’ now.”  Some of the words were garbled by whatever the damage was.

“Just get them working. I don’t care what you need to do.” Jim had a sheen of sweat appear on his forehead.  “Send a team to start working on getting the lifts working.  If we can’t beam we need to get her there somehow.”

The baby moved slowly with a soft kick, letting you know he or she was all right for the moment.  The pain though was slowing increasing.  Over the next few minutes and several comms, you were made aware of the fill situation.  The ship had been fired upon by an unknown vessel and it had damaged the ship’s shields and sent many systems offline.  Like the ones for the transporters and the lifts.  Spock was currently negotiating with the vessel to cease further fire.  

Leonard was still in the sickbay and was now quite frantic about your entrapment.  You told him to stay and take care of injuries and you would figure out what needed to be done for now in the lifts.  In the back of your mind, you knew something was not right but you were not going to let him know that.  There were sounds of people working on the lifts and you could only hope that they would fix it soon.

“Jim can you see where my tricorder went?  I don’t think I can move right now with this pain.”  He looked around finding it towards the door passing it quickly to you.

“Please tell me you are okay.  I can’t fix this kind of stuff [Y/N].  This is Bones’ area.  Please be okay.”  Flashing him a small smile, you ran the tricorder over your abdomen, praying that it was just bruising.  


“Shit what?  What’s wrong?”  He grabbed it from you trying to read what it said.  

“There is a bleed behind the placenta.  Trauma can cause it, like when I hit the railing.”  A frantic look appeared quickly.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Means I need to get to the medbay and deliver this baby. Damn it, Leonard is going to lose his mind.” Leaning your head back against the wall, you sighed loudly.  

“We will figure out how to get you out of here I promise.  I am not going to let anything happen to you.”  You closed your eyes with a smile.

“I know you won’t.  I just need to figure out what to do.”  You sat silently for a few moments when a different type of pain gripped your abdomen.  This time it was low feeling like a severe cramp, a contraction. Trying not to scare Jim any further, you tried to be silent.  Nevertheless, he was watching your face and saw the brief grimace of pain.

“More pain?”  You nodded at him as it started to ease. “What can I do?”

“Nothing at the moment. It was a contraction, probably from the pressure of the bleeding and the trauma.”  Jim’s face went pale with utter fear.  It took a few moments to calm him down though when the next contraction hit the cycle started all over again.  He commed Scotty twice more, yelling that he better get his ass moving and get you out of there.  Scotty could only do so much so fast and he was trying everything he could think of.

The pains were coming closer together and after another scan of the tricorder, the pocket of blood had increased by five millimeters.  “Great.” Jim looked over afraid to ask what you meant by that.  You opened your mouth to answer but were quickly interrupted by a gush of fluid from between your legs.  Jim’s blue eyes went wide and he actually scooted away from you in fear.  Even though the whole situation was anything but funny, you could not help but laugh.  “Oh today is getting better and better.”

“Please tell me you just peed yourself.  Because if it’s anything else I swear to God, I am going to…  Actually, you know what.  I don’t even know what the hell I will do.  Just tell me you peed yourself.”  That only made you laugh harder until another pain hit causing you to gasp and hold your belly.

“Umm no.  I did not.  My water just broke and this is about to get real in here, Jim.  The abruption can cause a rapid labor because the placenta is being forced to separate.  Which can be really bad.  This baby needs to come out soon before it dies.  Do you understand me?”  He nodded. “Good.  Now just hold my hand for now.  I need someone to help me through this.”

It was not long before you were forced to tell Leonard what was going on.  The panic in his voice broke your heart as he yelled at you to hang on and he would crawl down there if he had to.  Scotty’s teams were working as fast as they could to release the lift.  The systems were working against them and damage to the lift was making it worse. Within the hour, the pains were unbearable and there were tears streaming down your cheeks.  Jim was doing everything he could to help you. His words of encouragement were the only things that were getting you through.  The fear of losing your baby overruled just about everything in your mind. But he kept reminding you to breathe and get through the next pain.  The tricorder let you know that the baby was still stable in there and the occasional kick helped.

Towards the end of the second hour things moved rapidly.  One moment you were squeezing Jim’s hand, breathing, and the next you felt as though the only thing you could do was push.  “Jim… you need to get my panties off, now.”  

His head popped up quickly. “Why?”

“Because the baby is coming now and it will be difficult for you to deliver this kid with my underwear on. I know you know how to take off a woman’s underwear.  Pull them off now!”  You growled loudly at him as you tried to keep from pushing.

“I did not sign up for this!”  Jim said with a shake of his head.  His warm hands moving under your uniform dress to pull your panties down.  

“Shut up and listen. Take off your uniform shirt you will need to wrap the baby in it.  Then use one of your bootlaces to tie the cord… It has to be tight.  Okay?  Jim do you understand what I am saying.”  He nodded quickly as sweat dripped down his cheeks.  You could hear voices around the lift.  Hopefully the engineering team was almost finished.  There was not time to worry about it now.  This baby was not waiting.

Leaning up on your arms you bent your legs and pushed with the next pain.  God did it hurt but it felt far better than not pushing.  You told Jim how to count for you and what to look for.  Just before the head crowned something felt very wrong.  There were black spots before your eyes and a ringing started in your ears.  Your head felt like it was swimming.  “Damn it.” You whispered quietly to yourself. Consciousness was not going to stay with you long.  There was more noise around you but it was difficult to concentrate.  Movement perhaps, you could not tell.  

“Holy shit I can see the head.  Keeping pushing [Y/N] come on.”  Jim’s voice sounded far away but it was the only thing you could focus on.  Trying to pull every bit of energy you had, you pushed as hard as you could.  There was a release of the pain and pressure as the baby slid into Jim’s waiting hands. The last thing you heard before you blacked out was, “It’s a girl!”

Part 13

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finnforce  asked:

kirk/spock for the ship thing?

  • who hogs the duvet: jim tends to because he likes cuddling it when they’re in his quarters. when they’re in spock’s, the temperature is always ungodly high so he doesn’t.
  • who texts/rings to check how their day is going: they both check on each other constantly tbh. it’s a little ridiculous
  • who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: jim
  • who gets up first in the morning: spock
  • who suggests new things in bed: they’re both pretty vanilla about sex because it’s more about the connection for them but. probably jim. however spock was the first to bring up telepathy in bed.
  • who cries at movies: jim
  • who gives unprompted massages: jim
  • who fusses over the other when they’re sick: jim is an open fusser. spock worries and fusses but in a way that he can deny it to anyone later
  • who gets jealous easiest: tbh spock?
  • who has the most embarrassing taste in music: they both do and they enjoy each other’s music
  • who collects something unusual: hmmm i’d say they both have some relatively weird collections. 
  • who takes the longest to get ready: probably spock. i mean the dude clearly does his makeup every morning, so. plus he has to keep his hair trimmed.
  • who is the most tidy and organized: spock for sure
  • who gets most excited about the holidays: jim
  • who is the big spoon/little spoon: jim’s more of an octopus ie he just latches onto spock in whatever way he’s allowed, usually involving sprawling his limbs over his person
  • who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: spock says he’s not competitive but he is. jim seems like he’s competitive but really he’s just having fun
  • who starts the most arguments: they don’t argue too much but jim’s always the one to voice a problem where there is one. spock isn’t the type to bring up something that would intentionally lead to an argument. he might say something that jim then gets upset about, but he never brings stuff up with the anticipation of an argument
  • who suggests that they buy a pet: jim
  • what couple traditions they have: hmmm. they probably have a special meal every anniversary. because jim used to go a bit overboard with the anniversary stuff and spock had no idea what to get him and in the end they just settled on something minimal that still shows affection. so they’ll have a private, special meal, and sometimes jim might make a homemade gift and spock might compose him a song
  • what tv shows they watch together: idk what tv shows they have in the trek universe so. modern day jim would like anything with sci fi in it whereas spock really enjoys documentaries and nature channels. 
  • what other couple they hang out with: uhura/her girlfriends
  • how they spend time together as a couple: they’re attached at the hip
  • who made the first move: canonically spock (”this simple feeling”). i feel like in aos it’d be jim that admits feelings first but spock that makes the first move some months later
  • who brings flowers home: spock tbh? it’s really cute
  • who is the best cook: they’re both decent at it but not great

send me a ship and i’ll tell you…


Gotham Riddlergordon AU: Jim Gordon ‘Bounty Hunter’ and ‘Innocent’ Edward Nygma 

“Do you like the name Eddie, Eddie?” Jim asks, nosing his way down Edward’s clavicle. He adored the trembling hands pushing back on his well structured shoulders.

“I-I don’t really mind any name I, oh, I…ah!” Ed tried to catch his breath as Jim rolled their hips together, causing friction that was alien to him. 

“Good to know, Eddie. I think I prefer that name.” Jim kissed him firmly on the lips, feeling Edward’s long arms wrap around his neck affectionately. He was trusting Jim with his safety, with his life, giving himself over entirely to this man he had only met the week before. 

Jim hummed when he heard Ed’s breath hitch. The tips of his ears were red, a light shade of pink in his cheeks. He was really enjoying all this. 

“So I’m guessing you have kind of a thing for scruffy bounty hunters in tight leather jackets,” Jim chuckled against Ed’s neck, trying to ignore the churning of emotion in his own stomach. He felt inexplicably comfortable and…happy in the presence of this man. It was more than he could say for anyone else.

“I have a thing for genuinely kind-hearted men,” Edward corrects with a smile and he curls his long fingers into the hair at the name of Jim’s neck. Jim falters, and laughs nervously.

“I wouldn’t consider myself one of those men,” he says.

“I do. You’re a good man Jim Gordon.” Ed kisses him softly. Jim wants to pull away, leave, maybe run away, but the stronger part of him stays, needs to stay. Ed somehow saw right through him breaking past the thick barrier of bricks he had built around the better half of himself. 

When Ed kisses him again, it grounds him and he holds the slim-framed man in his arms like he was a vase of flowers toppling over the precipice. Jim didn’t know if he was a good man like Edward claimed, but he would protect this man with his life, even if it killed him. 

anonymous asked:

So I like the idea of Jim in science blue, so what if he has to wear it for a day or two and Leonard finds that he likes Jim in blue very much?

  • Maybe it’s because Bones is high as a kite when he opens his eyes, but there is something very alluring about Jim Kirk sitting next to him, wearing a Science Uniform t-shirt that’s as blue as his eyes. Bones had gone down earlier, a peaceful planet visit gone horribly awry, but the only thing Bones remembers are the few seconds before getting shot. With an actual gun. Who even still owns those in this day and age?
  • But Jim sits next to him, and he smiles and holds Bones’ hand. “I’m sorry to say, Bones, but you’re going to be okay,” he says, and Bones scoffs. “Define ‘okay’,” he replies. “You’re gonna be able to go back to work soon,” Jim explains. Bones cracks a small smile, considering a comment about how that would be the very opposite of okay, but instead he asks; “why are you wearing blue?” “I transferred myself to the med crew while you were out.” “Yeah right.” But Jim looks serious, and so Bones sits up straight. Or tries to, but Jim pushes him back down. “Jim,” Bones starts, “you can’t be in med without a medical degree.” “Good thing I got one, then.”
  • Jim explains he’s been studying practical medicine in his off time, when he’s not with Bones or anyone else, and that he recently required his first rank. In theory, anyway, because he still needs to do his practical assignments. “Why didn’t you ask me?” Bones asks, “I could help.” “I wanted to prove I could do this myself,” Jim says, “and I think I can. I diagnosed you.” “Diagnosed me?” Bones repeats. “Yeah,” Jim says, gesturing Bones, “a bullet wound.” “That was your diagnosis?” Bones asks, swallowing a ‘no shit’ when Jim nods like he’s dead serious about it all, and so Bones clears his throat and says; “Well, you’re not wrong.”
  • Now, it doesn’t take long for Bones to realize that Jim “cures” pretty much everyone entering medbay with band aids and paracetamol, whether it’s a headache or an engineer getting himself burned down at the engine room, and he writes them the next day off or so. Luckily, Chapel catches those patients before they leave and actually diagnoses them, before Bones can climb out of bed and chase after them and scold them for faking headaches to get the day off, or because they actually need medical attention they’re not getting. 
  • “You’re not really a first rank medic,” Bones tells Jim, who turns to look at Bones with a small smile. The type of smile that’s supposed to be charming and comforting, but after many years, the doctor recognizes that smile as a way to shut people up instead. “I think you’re delirious,” Jim says, resting his hand on Bones’ forehead again, “are you feeling okay?” “Yes, Jim, I’m fine,” Bones says, grabbing Jim’s hand, “what’s going on here?” 
  • Turns out, while Bones was unconscious, Jim simply refused to leave Bones’ side, and Chapel let him stay to be Bones’ “nurse”, but it’s mostly all pretend. Even the stupid blue uniform. “Is that mine?” Bones asks, and Jim nods, “and the whole transfer to the medical department was a fake?” “I just wanted to stay near you until you were fine.” “I’m fine,” Bones says, “but your sorry ass won’t be. Do you realize how many crew members have the day off because you diagnosed a headache as a serious enough medical condition?” 
  • But he does quite enjoy the sight of Jim in blue. Maybe even more knowing that it’s his own shirt - there’s something about that Bones likes. Jim stays near him until Bones is released, and he’s very insistent on walking him to his quarters. “I’m fine, Jim,” Bones says, “a bullet wound is quickly fixed nowadays. You should know that better than anyone else, considering you get shot at all the time.” “Just making sure,” Jim says, “I get down a lot - but you don’t.” “Won’t even be a scar,” Bones points out, “and I’d know, because I’m actually a doctor.” 
  • Once in Bones’ quarters, Jim crosses his arms. “You should show me,” he says. Bones raises an eyebrow. “Show what?” “The wound,” Jim replies, “show me.” “There isn’t any,” Bones counters, but Jim isn’t budging, “just show me.” Bones lifts up his shirt, revealing nothing but a smooth stomach - though then he catches Jim smiling, and saying: “Nice.” “You’re awful,” Bones says, though with a laugh, and then adds: “thank you, though.” “For what?” Jim asks. “Being all concerned. It’s cute,” he replies, and Jim huffs. “I was terrified, okay? Couldn’t lose you. I’d nurse you back to health myself.” “Please don’t,” Bones replies with a grunt, and Jim laughs. He briefly hesitates, wondering if the situation calls for it, but then he decides - it definitely calls for it. So Jim wraps his arms around Bones’ shoulders, pulling close. “You’d love me being the protective nurse.” “You’d be the death of me,” Bones replies, and Jim simply grins, shutting the other up by kissing him. Bones kisses him, too - on his lips, his jaw, and his neck, and Jim definitely sounds a little breathless when he leans away to pull both of them to Bones’ bed. He reaches down, grabbing onto his uniform to pull it over his head, but Bones catches him before he does. “Maybe keep the uniform on?” he asks, and Jim laughs. “Hmm, knew you’d like my playing doctor, doctor.”
The One, Part 2

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?


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A little late on this but here are some of the walking around pics I took from Acen.

If anyone has tags for the people I will try to add them to the original post and feel free to message me if you would like any of the unedited/full resolution pictures.


mymycorrhizae  asked:

You seem to be amazing at finding parallels and analyzing Gotham in general. So I'm curious if you have any theories for what will happen in the remainder of the season? Or if you don't have any predictions, maybe share what you WANT to see happen? I'm genuinely curious.

Thank you for asking, and also for the compliment! I love puzzling through the hints and clues that the writers toss into the mix; sometimes they pan out, and sometimes not.
Predictions-1. Ed’s being set up for a fall.
2. Selina will grow farther away from Bruce.
3.Either Fish or Ivy will rescue Oswald.
4. Oswald saved Bruce’s life, and that favor will be called in. Both Bruce and Alfred acknowledged that. (Ed did the opposite-he threatened Bruce, for which Lucius has threatened to kill him. That may be important also.)
5.Jim will be police commissioner at the end of the season.
6. At least one major villain will escape Arkham, my money’s on Barnes.
7.Bruce will face tests set up by R'as al Ghul. He’ll pass, and leave Gotham at the end of the season to train with Ra’s, while the clone 514A remains in Gotham as a “placeholder” in Bruce’s absence.
8.Jim’s going to become disillusioned about his father/family.
9. None of us have guessed correctly about Harley Quinn. She’ll turn out to be someone no one suspected.

What I want: 1. more than anything, for Oswald to have a turn to be happy. Yes, he’s done terrible things. So have most of the other characters; Oswald’s also shown character growth, which few others have.
2. A close second place-I want Isabella to be revealed to have a complex, twisted backstory, and for Ed to feel like a fool when he finds out how he got played.
3. I want to see Leslie strike out on her own, get over Jim, and not be anyone’s romantic interest for a while.
4.I’d like to see more of Valerie, as an independent character, whose investigative skills become important to the plot. Also, more of Gabe!
5. Please oh please, I want Jerome to fall into the chemical vat at Ace Chemicals!

@mymycorrhizae  I’d love to hear your thoughts and ideas, about what you think might happen next, and what you want to happen! Also, I’d enjoy hearing from anyone who wants to make their own predictions, or share ideas. @sunlitroom  and @flux–and–flow , I’m looking at you!

Safe and Sound

Leonard McCoy/Jim Kirk: I’ve officially been dragged into the McKirk trashcan, thanks a lot guys (okay, so I went willingly, whatever, it’s nice here)

Star Trek AOS

Words: 1150 or something like that

Warnings: It’s a lil angsty, a lil fluffy, also my first time writing McKirk so please bear with me here. Some swears as usual because I literally cannot help myself and these two have no filter.

Author’s note: As previously stated, I’ve fallen headfirst into the trashcan and wanted to try my hand at a little McKirk fic because they’re so damn cute. Features one of Len’s infamous nightmares and a very sweet Jim.

Also, I’m thinking of making a taglist so if anyone wants to be on it let me know!

Thanks for reading, enjoy!

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To my Dresden Files friends who are artistic,

My sister and her friends are huge critical role fans, and decided to try Dungeons and Dragons. Harry and the gang play a role playing game themselves and this quote comes to mind when thinking of it.

I am an horrible artist and make stick figures look bad, but I was wondering if someone could draw everyone around the table playing the game and everyone looking right at Harry and saying this beautiful quote. Somehow this moment of pure fun should be captured and enjoyed with the rest of us.

I know I’m not the only horrible drawer so if anyone wants to comment with a scene they wish to see feel free to add it here so artists can have one post to look at for ideas to draw.

Thank you
A fellow Dresden Files fan,

MorMor - The Question Game (pt. 8)

If you were to ask them, neither of them could tell you how or why they ended up playing they Question Game. They were sat on the sofa, Seb on the left, Jim on the right. Seb had his phone out, with a game app. It generated random questions for each person to answer honestly. It was meant to be an ice-breaker. If you were caught lying, there would be a penalty of having to take off an item of clothing. For some reason, that was always the penalty in truth games. Of course, neither of them, if they were sober, would even consider playing the game. But, being drunk, it seemed like an excellent idea.

“Okay, question one…” Seb squinted to read the font, “what’s your spirit animal?”

“The bloody hell is a spirit animal?” Jim sniggered drunkly, pushing loud air out of his nose.

Seb shrugged, “some animal you relate to?”

“Hm…. a magpie.”


“They steal things. And they look cool. What about you?”

“A tiger, obviously,” he grinned, putting his hand up like a paw and roaring like a tiger. They both laughed. “I disagree with magpie, by the way.”

“Yeah? What would you say my ‘spirit animal’ is?” He used air quotes with one hand, the other holding a large gin and tonic.

“A kitten.”

Jim burst out laughing, “a kitten?! How the hell am I like a kitten?!”

“You’re all… I dunno. You’re like a nasty cat when you work and a timid one when you’re home. When you’re not strangling me, that is.”

“…okay. Fair point. Next question.” He took a large sip.

He tapped the screen and the next question appeared, “what was your favourite subject at school and why?”

“Science because I like to know how things work. You?”

“PE because I could show off,” he tapped the screen, “first job?”

“Drug dealer.”

“Army cadet. When-” he laughed at the words in front of him even though they weren’t that funny, “-When was your first sexual experience?”

“When I was young.”

“When I was… hm, 17,” Seb remembered. “Stupidest thing you’ve done?”

“That would have to be my first murder.”

“How come?”

“I didn’t do it right. I didn’t think about it enough, even though I had thought about it every day for a year. I didn’t think it through. Too many possibilities to go wrong, you know? It was sloppy. What about you?”

Seb sniggered, “me and some of the guys from the army, we were in this, uh, village-y place and we saw this ice-cream truck on the top of a hill. So we all got together, drunk, and pushed it down the hill. It fell into a church.”

Jim laughed, “oh no! Was there ice-cream still in there?”

Seb nodded, his lips pressed together in a fake sadness, “that was the worst part.”

They both laughed, occasionally hitting each other on the shoulder gently.

“Alright, alright. Next question: what was your childhood like?”

Jim paused for a moment, “not a great one. You?”

“Same here. Tell me the story?”

His head shook, “another day.”

“Okay… another day,” this made him sober up slightly, so took another swig. He wanted to forget. “Want some whiskey?”

“Hm… sure,” he nodded and held his empty glass out for Seb to pour some in it and his own. They both drank. They both needed rid of what had just briefly resurfaced. “Next one?”

Seb snickered, “are you religious?”

“No,” they said at the same time, looking each other in the eye with a look of disdain, before laughing loudly.

“If you’re in a relationship, who do you fancy outside of it? If you’re not, who do you have a crush on?” Seb read, having flicked over to the next one.

Jim screwed his face up in disgust, “I don’t do crushes.”

“Hm…” he narrowed his eyes. Jim grinned and nudged him.

“Ooh, do you? Who is it? Is it that guy from that p-place, what’s it called? The pub down the road, you know…”

“Mike?! No!” Seb laughed. “No, I don’t like him. Not one bit. He’s an arrogant sod anyway.”

“Not him… who then?”

Seb just smiled, “not telling.”

“I call penalty!” He shouted suddenly, giggling. “Off with an item of clothing! Off!” Jim was drunker than he had been for a very long time. Seb sighed begrudgingly and took off a sock, as Jim chanted, “off off off!” He threw it and it hit the side of the coffee table and slumped to the floor, looking sorry for itself.

Sebastian went to the next one, “favourite food?”

“Boring. Skip it.”

“I’ll skip if you take a sock off.”

“Fine…” Jim leaned down and took one off, as Seb hummed the stripper’s tune. They both laughed.

“Fondest memory?”

“I don’t have one.”

Emotions hightened by alcohol, Seb opened his mouth in genuine shock and horror, “what?” His voice was quiet and sad, filled with sympathy.

“I don’t have one,” he shrugged and then paused, “is that bad?”

He nodded slowly, “yes. Yes! That’s awful! Jimmy!” He leaned across and hugged him. Jim didn’t hug back, or, at least, not for a few seconds. Then he found that he couldn’t help himself, and his hands wrapped around his back. A hug was something he hadn’t experienced since he was exactly 11. His 11th birthday was the last hug, he remembered it distinctively. This hug with Sebastian felt nice, caring. So different to the physical contact he’d have with the strangers he bedded, that was always quick and rushed and emotionless. This was different. He could feel how much Seb cared, just through the feel of his arms on his back, and his head on his shoulder, “you need happy times… everyone needs happy times.”

“I-I’m starting to think that I’ve got one. This. Now. This is a happy time.”

He pulled away after a further few seconds, and smiled, “good. I hope there will be more.”

“I think there will,” they smiled meekly at each other for a moment before Jim said, “now, you didn’t answer. Fondest memory?”

“Being promoted to colonel. We all got drunk after, it was great.”

He wished he could say something better but he couldn’t. That was his fondest memory.

“Right… ooh, first relationship?”

“Never had one. Ever. And I pride myself on it.”

“What, really? Never?”

“Nope. Relationships disgust me. They don’t make sense.”

Seb was too drunk to figure out why that made his chest hurt so he just nodded, “mine was when I was 16.”

“Boy or girl?”


“Why did you split up?”

“My father.”

“I see.”

Seb took another big gulp of his drink and poured some more for himself, forgetting to be polite enough to offer Jim some. “Right, let’s get on with-with this game thing,” he slurred, “how many people have you – God, why are they all about sex?!”

“Did you get the adult version?”

“Well, yeah. We’re adults.”

They both found this hilariously funny.

“Well, I’ve had sex with… 43 people to date.”

“43?! Jesus. I’ve had… 16 people. I think. 16 sounds about right. Can I ask, did you know any of yours properly?”

Jim shook his head, drinking, “I make a point not to know their names. Of course, it’s a little difficult when they’re classy enough to have it tattooed on their back.”

Seb leaned back and put his head on Jim’s shoulder, without a real reason why. Jim didn’t push him away, he quite liked him there.

“Okay… something you’ve never told anyone before?”

“Uh… do I have to?”

“Well, do you want to make your left foot cold too?”

“Fine. I’m afraid of the dark.”

Seb’s eyes widened, “what, really?”

“Yeah… that’s why there’s a nightlight in my room,” he looked away, clearly ashamed of what he’d just spoken.

“Oh… I didn’t know. Wow.”

“Your turn,” Jim wanted to be off that subject as quickly as he could. It wasn’t something he was proud of.

“Well… when I was younger, I wanted to be a – oh god…” he started sniggering and it took Jim’s mind off what he was trying to forget.

“A what? Come on, you can tell me. Seb! Tell me!” He nudged him and Seb’s head straightened up so it was no longer on his shoulder.

“I wanted to be a ballet dancer,” he admitted, giggling, “unti l I was 9 and my father put me off the idea, saying it was a 'queer man’s aspiration’ or something.” The giggles faded. “He was a dick.”

There was a pause before Jim gasped, “you cheated! Penalty!”

“What? No I didn’t!”

“Yes! 'Something you haven’t told anyone!’ You told your father. Therefore you didn’t answer the question. Off with a sock!”

He took one off and threw it at Jim. It landed on his face and slid into his glass before he could stop it. This sent them both into hysterics that lasted for minutes and minutes.

When they managed to calm down, Jim grabbed Seb’s drink off him and guzzled it down. “Why’d you do that? I was enjoying that!” Seb protested, now drinkless.

Jim shrugged, “I lost my drink so you lost yours. Only fair.”

“Bastard,” he said but didn’t mean it. He was smirking. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and drank straight from it.

“Oi! Don’t put your mouth on that, we’re sharing that!”

“Mmmmhhh-” Seb made an unnecessarily loud noise as he licked around the rim of the bottle, just to annoy him. “Mine.”

Jim put the glass down and grabbed the bottle. He drank straight from it.

“Ew, that had my spit all over it. That’s disgusting.”

“You’re disgusting.”

They laughed.

Neither of them could remember the last time they’d laughed so much before that night. Not genuine laughter, not like what they were experiencing then. And God, did it feel good.

“Right…” he tapped for the next question and frowned, “I’m not reading that! That’s horrible!”

Jim read over his shoulder at the, frankly, explicit question and nodded, “skip it.”

Seb tapped, “okay, this one’s better. Guilty pleasure?”

“Hm… that would have to be dancing. I bloody love dancing.”

“Ooh, show me!” Seb sat up with enthusiasm, “show me!”

He narrowed his eyes, “only if you dance with me. Show me the ballet, Moran.”

“Agreed. Deal.”

Seb got up and held his hand out, Jim taking it. He pulled him up and they stood in the center of the room, still holding hands. They both giggled, because it was funny and because they were a little nervous.

After a minute or so of, “put you hand there,” and, “no, I’m the lady! You put your hand on there!”, they finally decided on a dancing position. It was the closest they’d been since the night Jim cried.

The moved in time to music that wasn’t playing, apart from Jim humming something neither of them could distinguish, which could barely pass as music. They managed not to step on each other, but had a few near misses as time went on. Seb couldn’t stop looking at him. His eyes wandered to each an every feature on his face. He had a good view of everything from that close.

Jim whispered, putting his head on Seb’s shoulder, his face in his neck, “what’s your guilty pleasure?”

It slipped out before he could stop it.


Jim missed a beat and trod on Seb’s toe. Seb hissed in pain but neither of them said a word, just carried on dancing, falling back into a rhythm. Jim didn’t question what he said, he didn’t comment. He said nothing. Seb’s heart was beating faster than usual and he knew Jim would be able to hear and feel it, with his head where it was. His hair was soft and ticklish on his cheek and he liked it. His breath was warm against his skin and it felt right. His hands were firm on his waist and he wanted them there.

They danced for what felt like an hour, but neither of them got bored or tired of it. It was silent, apart from Jim’s tuneless humming, which resonated through Seb and into his ear. It made him want to shiver but he held back.

Eventually, Jim spoke up, “we should do the next question.”

“Make it the last question?” Seb mumbled into Jim’s hair, which smelled of his coconut shampoo.


He released one hand off Jim, which he really didn’t enjoy having to do, and reached into his back pocket for his phone. He tapped once.

“What’s your biggest secret?” He read.

The men stopped moving, but kept their position. Each contemplated telling the other. Seb contemplated which secret he would even tell. He couldn’t decide. Both were bad and very much secret.

Seb felt Jim’s head shake on his shoulder, making the hair move and tickle him even more, “I’m not saying.”

“Neither am I,” Seb agreed. It was best that way. He put his phone back and returned his hand to its original position on the man he secretly loved. He felt the sadness radiating off Jim and, out of instinct just like before, he kissed his hair once. Softly, but it made a slightly noise when he pulled away. He rested his head on Jim’s straight after. Jim smiled faintly, though Seb couldn’t see from all the hair in the way. Seb loved having him so close. It felt more right than anything he’d ever had.

“It’s late…” Jim hummed.

“It is.”

“We should sleep.”

“We should.”

The both, as much as they didn’t want to and immediately felt awful, pulled away. But their hands remained.

“My light broke,” Jim admitted. “I didn’t get chance to get another one.”

“You can turn the lamp on. Come on,” Seb shifted his hand from his waist and around his shoulders. Jim slipped his arm down and around Seb’s waist. “I’ll put you to bed. Make sure there’s no monsters in the closet.”

Jim leaned on him and smiled a small smile in response as they walked up the stairs, arms all over each other. In Jim’s bedroom, he sat down on the edge of it and took his other sock off. He reached under his covers for his boxers and shirt. Seb was in his en-suite, relieving himself, as Jim got changed. Seb washed his hands quickly and Jim was ready for bed.

“Want me to look in the wardrobe and check under the bed?” He teased.

Jim smiled and shook his head, getting under the covers. Seb couldn’t help but notice how adorable he looked under there. He smiled at him from the bottom of the bed. He leaned over and switched Jim’s lamp on.

“There, safe from the dark now, see?” He smiled at him kindly. “Night, Jim.” He turned the main light out and started to leave.

“Seb?” His favourite voice in all the world called him back. He stopped immediately and turned to him, having not really wanting to leave him in the first place.


“Can you – can you stay? Just for tonight. Don’t ask why, just – just trust me, okay? Please?” He pulled a face that no man could possibly say no to. So Seb smiled and nodded, walking back over to the other side of the bed. He felt weird. The last time he was in that bed, he was holding Jim as he cried.

“Whatever you want, boss,” he threw the covers over himself. It felt really strange. Jim was lying down next to him, head tilted so it was almost facing the pillow. He had a funny sleeping position, with his limbs going everywhere. Seb wondered how on earth he could be comfortable like that.

Seb made himself comfy, facing Jim on purpose just so he could admire him. They looked at each other, dimly lit by the light in the other corner of the room.

“Thank you, Seb.”

“What for?”

He smiled fondly, “memories.”

There was a brief pause and then Seb kissed his forehead. Just once, like the other times. But it felt different. He kissed his skin this time. It felt soft and warm and tasted a little salty. They both closed their eyes, “it’s alright.”

Seb wondered what it would be like in the morning. Would he be like this – or would he be hostile like before when they shared a moment? Would things change or stay the same? And if they did change, would it be for the better or for worse? He pushed the thoughts away, deciding to embrace the moment and just to live in it. He didn’t care about anything else, just the Jim that was in front of him, weak and vunerable. He had told him so much. They had both confessed a lot and Seb’s head was swimming with so much to think about. He pulled away from Jim and lay his head on the pillow. Their foreheads touched so that, even when they closed their eyes, they knew that it was real, that they wouldn’t wake up once again in a lonely bed like they always did.

“It’s not so scary now you’re here,” Jim whispered and, in the darkness of their closed eyes, his hand found Seb’s under the covers. He let out a silent gasp and then smiled. Jim’s hand was a lot smaller than his own. It was soft and unused. It felt nice against his. He squeezed it gently once and they smiled. This was, undeniably, the most intimate and caring experiences either of them had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. So different to the quick loveless initmacy they had aclimatised to.

“Can I ask… why does the dark scare you?” Seb’s voice was gentle, probing.

There was a pause before Jim answered with: “because bad things come in the dark.”

He frowned but Jim couldn’t see it, “I’ll get rid of it. I’m here. I’ll protect you from it.” Whatever it is, he added in his head.

“I know you will,” Jim nodded. Their fingers were laced together. Seb’s thumb was rubbing back and forth on the upperside of Jim’s hand in little circles. Jim was smiling. “I know you will, Seb.”

“I don’t want today to end,” Seb announced suddenly.

“Technically, it did an hour ago. It’s 1am.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes… I do,” Jim admitted softly, enjoying the motion Seb was doing on his hand. With his eyelids shut, it was pitch-black but he still wasn’t scared like he usually was. He wasn’t waiting for something to come and get him, to creep up and hurt him. And it must have been because Sebastian was there. He made it go away, all his irrational fears, his terror. It all just went. And he didn’t want to have to feel them ever again. This was the first time he could remember for a long time that he wasn’t terrified under the covers and he couldn’t bare the thought of having to feel it again.

“But it has to end, doesn’t it?”

He nodded slowly, “it does.” Their foreheads were still touching and they squeezed each other’s hands gently every other second for a while. They were both exhausted and beyond drunk. They needed to sleep. They stopped the motion, but still kept their hands together, not able to imagine what it would feel like if they weren’t.

“Goodnight, Jim…”

“Goodnight, tiger.”