but i'm on jim's side for this one

anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm so sorry to bother you, but you seem like you're really into Spirk so I was wondering if you had any good fanfics you could recommend for someone just starting out?

No worries friendo! I’d love to recommend some stuff!

  • Just One More (It Couldn’t Hurt) by summerofspock -  Spock starts sneaking Vulcan kisses from his captain and once he starts he can’t seem to make himself stop. [AAAA THIS ONE IS CUTE]
  • A Warm Blue by theplotholesmademedoit -  A sick Jim steals Spock’s uniform while he waits for his bondmate to return from a mission [short and sweet!]

  • First Contact by triedunture -  AU where Earth isn’t warp capable when we should have been. Spock & Jim meet as children during First Contact and forge a strange kind of bond, but they’re torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. Fast forward to adulthood: Jim’s made it to space, but with Starfleet out of his reach, his life has taken a very different path. And yet, that path crosses Spock’s again…. [the beginning is too cute and a little bit sad omg]
  • Magpie by waldorph -  Spock met Jim when he was 7 and Jim was 6. It has since been generally agreed that this was a mistake (or: the one where they grow up together and things are simultaneously better and worse for it). [THIS ONE IS SO GREAT]

  • a sequence that you never learned by annataylor - "‘Spock,’ Jim breathes out, completely overwhelmed by the gesture—not quite believing that Spock knows him so well, that’s he’s already started researching, that he trusts Jim with a member of his own endangered species.“ When Jim gets it in his head to adopt an eight year old Vulcan, Spock presents a logical solution to the issue of Jim’s humanity: marriage to a Vulcan citizen. [I seriously want to cry thinking about this fic its amazing]

  • Entering Orbit by museaway - Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch. [I CANT EVEN ABOUT THIS ONE OOOOO]
  • THE SUM OF BOTH OF US by spicyshimmy -  Jim Kirk is nine when a massacre on Tarsus IV leaves him without a family and without a home. Spock is twelve when a strange boy in the desert saves his sehlat. Families aren’t born; they’re made. The look in mother’s eyes at his correction remained a mystery long after the colors of the night sky and the complex patterns of distant nebulae had become translatable by means of distinct and relatively straightforward equations. [i really like their stuff and they have a bunch of spirk fics you can check out!]

If you want some CLASSIC Spirk fic (like STRAIGHT from the godmothers of Spirk fandom) and have a bit of money to spend then I’d suggest reading Killing Time by Della Van Hise (PDF), The Price of the Phoenix (or anything by Sondra Marshak and Myrna Culbreath), and Star Trek: the New Voyages 1 and 2 (havent read 2 but BOY IS THE FIRST ONE GREAT)

Happy reading!!


Sherlock HC/AU: The British Government and the largest criminal network - behind the scenes, Mycroft Holmes and Moriarty have been exchanging information on several occasions. Invulnerability comes with a price tag for both sides.

i don’t know if the office writers did this on purpose, but in season 8 when erin is dressed as a dog for halloween and is disappointed that people didn’t know she was a puppy is a total parallel to that one year where andy is dressed as a cat, but insists that he’s a kitten jwhen jim guesses cat. i wonder if that was some way to show that they’re two sides of the same coin or something like that, but if that were true - i don’t know why they didn’t end up together.

just kidding i know it’s because andy literally ran away on a three month boat trip.

McKirk New Years Kisses: Headcanons
  • Jim already surprised Bones at every turn with mistletoe for the entire holiday season and Leonard is so tired of surprises
  • The entire bridge crew has seen the way Bones puts up with every little thing that Jim does because god damn is he beautiful when his smile is wide and honest and pure it’s worth every single thing
  • No one really acknowledges the fact that it’s the turn of the year, Jim keeps it to himself all night because he doesn’t think anyone else remembers
  • Leonard has been watching Jim all day just waiting for the moment he remembers what day it is and demands a celebration, he’s seen Spock reading up on the old Earth customs for celebrating the New Year all day just in case Jim needs it
  • The whole ship is quiet, stars float past the windows lazily on every side when Leonard finally finds Jim on the bridge curled into his chair, accompanied by a minimal crew
  • The lights are dimmed and there isn’t a sound other than the soft beeping of each panel keeping track of all systems and Leonard watches Jim stretch, every line of his body outlined by the gentle light from a distant nebula
  • Jim turns to ask him what he’s doing on the bridge and why he isn’t back in bed when Leonard grabs his face, thumbs covering familiarly sharp cheekbones and soft skin. 
  • Leonard’s heart is in his throat because he’s never been a romantic but damned if Jim isn’t turning hiim into one
  • His face is an embarrassing red when he watches the clocks switch over to the new year, mumbling a quick ‘happy new year’ when he drags Jim’s lips to his own, his lips even softer and he’s glad to feel Jim’s knees go weak in his hold
  • Jim is grinning and snickering, his cheeks pink when his fists close around the sides of Bones’s shirt and hold him close, every inch of their bodies flush against each other and can’t even think of anything to say when he rests his forehead against Leonard’s. 
  • “Happy new year, Bones.” He mumbles, tired lips moving clumsily along overly warm skin when Leonard feels eyes on the pair of them. “Here’s to one more year together.”
I thought valkyries mostly did pickups and deliveries,” I said. “Choosing the best warriors from among the slain. Taking them off to Valhalla. Oh, and serving drinks there. Odin’s virgin daughters, pouring mead for the warriors, partying until Ragnarok.”
Gard threw back her head and laughed. “Virgin daughters.” She rose, shaking her head, and glanced at her broken arm again. Then she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. Her lips were a sweet, hungry little fire of sensation, and I felt the kiss all the way to my toes. Some places more than others, ahem.
She drew away slowly, her pale blue eyes shining. Then she winked at me and said, “Don’t believe everything you read, Dresden.” She turned to go, and then paused to glance over her shoulder. “Though, to be honest: sometimes he does like us to call him Daddy.

Sigrun Gard and Harry Dresden (Side Jobs: Heorot by Jim Butcher)

First, Gard kissing Harry is adorable.

Second, Odin??? Aka Santa??? *shudders* That’s just… wrong. So wrong. xD

Sherlolly AU - Caution: Queen and Heart                         [1/?]

Moriarty blindsides Sherlock with another bone-chinning warning, courtesy of his cabbie disguise. The threat this time cuts too close to his heart as it promises to solely go after the one person he’s managed to keep out of Moriarty’s radar. Panic clouds his mind when he realises he doesn’t have the advantage of planning ahead to counter it. If Moriarty is already warning him, then the game has already been set into motion. Time has long since left his side and Sherlock is afraid he won’t keep her safe when it counts.


That was a bit of a kerfuffle, wasn’t it Jimmy Jam? Looks like you won, though. Worth it, yeah? I should hope so.

And Sebastian, dearest, you put up a good fight. I’ll give you that.

(please let this happen please let this happen oh please please please I will give you all the chocolate if you let this happen please)

Dearly Beloved

Woke up with this little piece of evilness in my head this morning. Apparently my subconscious is infested with devils.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Sherlock leaned forward and tenderly kissed Molly, whose eyes had fluttered shut. She was dressed in a simple white cotton dress and clutched a small bouquet of flowers from Mary’s small garden in her hands. The matching gold rings gleamed on her and Sherlock’s fingers, and she thought she’d never been happier in her life.

“Awww, so sweet. Can’t believe I missed the ceremony, but at least I’m here in time to catch the bouquet!”

Molly gasped and pulled away from Sherlock, who was glaring at the intruder, standing insouciently by the door to the judge’s chambers, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a gun that was trained on the happy couple. John and Mary had turned and started to move, but the gun held them in their places on either side of Sherlock and Molly.

Looking from one shocked, angry face to the other, Jim Moriarty’s lips stretched in a manic grin. “Did you miss me?”