he's flirting with mccoy

archer-and-lionprince  asked:

So how about Joanna trying to find a date for her father for valentine's day? With Mckirk?

Oooh!

  • Joanna isn’t looking for a guy, specifically. Just anyone clever and compassionate enough to deal with her miserable father. Bones doesn’t show it around her, but she can tell he’s down. Mom flaunts her new boyfriend at him when they meet, and though Leonard is over her, he’s not over being with someone. Of all people, though, she’s not necessarily giving Jim a second thought. After all, he’s her class’ museum tour guide, and she has a sneaking suspicion that all the knowledge he has of the museum is from “Night At The Museum”, instead of actual facts, but he sells it with confidence and a charming smile, and not a lot of people question him.
  • Joanna does tell him, though, when they’re alone because the others are running wild in the gift shop. “I know you’re a fraud, Mr. Kirk,” she said, and Jim looks down at her in interest. “You have no proof,” he replies. “Oh, but you’re wrong,” she replies, “you see, because Night At The Museum is on Netflix, and I have Netflix right here on my phone,” she replies, waving her phone at Jim. Jim smiles, and then says; “You’re right, I confess. I did steal all my knowledge from movies. But who has the time to read anymore? I work three jobs, and I actually like this one.” “Three?” Joanna asks, and Jim nods. “I like to keep busy.” But Joanna knows. Leonard works at least half a job extra on top of his normal one, too, though at the same hospital. New York is expensive.
  • Jim actually stays with Joanna when Bones is late to pick her up. The teachers are in the cafe for a coffee, and Jim sits outside on the stairs down to the road. And Bones arrives there, still wearing his white lab coat, and he rushes up the stairs too. “I’m so sorry, Jo,” he says, but Joanna shrugs. “It’s okay, dad.” “I had a surgery that went a little sideways-” “It’s okay, I don’t want the gross details,” Joanna says, getting up and grabbing her father’s hand. “Thank you for keeping an eye on her,” Bones says to Jim, and gives him a small smile and a gentle shrug. More genuine than the smile he’s given the visitors inside. “Joanna is good company. Very intelligent.” “Very witty, too, she’ll outsmart you if you’re not careful,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “I noticed. I should go, though, my next job is waiting for me.” “Maybe you should come for dinner tomorrow,” Joanna says, to which both Bones and Jim look a little taken aback, “tomorrow is pizza night in our house.” “Pizza night?” Jim asks, “well, in that case, sign me up.”
  • Jim brings his nephew, Sam. The four of them order pizza, and then Joanna and Sam sit in front of the TV to play video games. “Jo told me you cheated on the museum tour,” Bones says, and Jim chuckles. “Kind of? I know the history behind the different exhibitions, but kids are more interested in the fictional part. I sneak in real facts here and there,” Jim says with a shrug, accepting a beer when Bones offers him one. “Clever,” Bones finally says, “I gotta ask, though. Mets or Yankees?” “Is this a test?” Jim asks, small grin on his lips before he takes a sip from his beer. “Yankees.” “Wrong answer,” Bones says, “I don’t think we can see each other again after this.”
  • But they do. Joanna takes a liking to Sam, and apparently Sam lives with Jim. The two get along really well, almost to the point that Bones starts suspecting they’re into each other. That’s okay, though, because Bones finds himself really into Jim, too. This “Museum Tour Guide” by day, “Technical Support Agent” by night (and sometimes morning), and “bartender” in the weekends. He seems super busy, running all these jobs, and yet he finds the time to arrange lunches with the four of them, or a movie night at Jim’s place, and a late night walk through Central Park on a cold day in January.
  • And Bones obviously fancies Jim, but he doesn’t know what to do with it, so he looks for that kind of attention elsewhere. “I’m going on a date,” he tells Joanna, who looks instantly interested. “Really? With Jim?” “What? No,” Bones says, “remember how you made that online dating profile for me? I met someone on there.” “No, you should be asking Jim out,” Joanna says, “remove that dating profile. You don’t need it.” “I don’t need to date Jim,” Bones counters, “but I got Jim to babysit you.” “I don’t need a babysitter!”
  • Having Jim to herself is nice, though, and while Bones is off with someone else, Joanna curls up on the couch with him while he helps her with her homework. “Why don’t you ask my dad out?” Joanna asks, and Jim frowns. “What do you mean?” “Like on a date,” Joanna explains. “You… do realize your daddy’s on a date right now, right? With a girl.” “But he likes you. He always talks about you. He even smiles around you. Which is…” “Odd, for Bones,” Jim agrees, “but I can’t just pull Bones away from a date. And anyway, him smiling at me doesn’t mean anything.” “It means he likes you,” Joanna concludes, “my dad likes Valentines Day, right? He’s a romantic, always secretly watching those romantic movies. Why don’t you just ask him out?” “I’m not going to ask out your dad,” Jim says, and with that, concludes that conversation.
  • “How was your date?” Jim asks when Bones returns later that night. He looks exhausted, maybe a bit intoxicated, but at least not completely drunk. Bones grunts in response, falling down on the couch next to Jim. “Not great,” he says, “I mean, she was nice. But it was just that. Nice.” “Nice is a good start,” Jim says, sliding an arm around Bones’ shoulder to pull him in closer. “I want to have that instant click,” Bones says, “I don’t want to build up hopes on “nice”, I need a little more than that.” “God, Joanna is right, you’re such a romantic sap,” Jim laughs, and Bones looks at him with a mild glare. “Shut up, you. I’m not a sap. I just like the idea of falling in love at first sight, or with my best friend.” “Well,” Jim starts, against better judgement, “I don’t know about love at first sight, but your best friend’s sitting right here.” 
  • Bones doesn’t pick up on that comment. Not immediately, anyway. They sit together for most of the night, talking together quietly while enjoying a beer. Or two, and then three, and then Jim looks a little too drunk to be driving home. “You can stay the night,” Bones says, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “Doctor McCoy, are you flirting with me?” he asks, and Bones rolls his eyes. “I’ll prepare the couch for you,” he says, “unless…?” “You’re so smooth,” Jim huffs, resting his hand on Bones’ shoulder. Maybe it is the alcohol, or Joanna’s relentless nagging about how “perfect” Jim would be for him, but Bones catches himself staring. Mostly so because Jim is blatantly staring, too, big eyes staring at him. For a few seconds too long, and Bones is stuck between wanting to kiss him and just wanting to pull away to stop this before it escalates. But Jim looks at him with the same look, and then, when Bones clears his throat, a certain determination. Jim leans in, hands on Bones’ cheeks, and he presses a kiss to his lips. Bones kisses him back, arms finding themselves around Jim’s waist. “Not the couch, then?” he asks when Jim pulls away, even if Bones finds himself chasing Jim’s lips a little longer. “Bed sounds better,” Jim agrees, arms circling around Bones’ shoulders, and he chuckles; “who would’ve thought Joanna knew this before we did?” Bones grunts, grabbing Jim’s arm and pulling him towards the bedroom with him. “Leave it to Jo to play match maker.”
Cloudburst

Pairing: James T. Kirk x Reader

Time: the first part of Star Trek(2009), Kirk’s first year at the academy.

A/N: I’ve been working on this one for months, and while I’m not perfectly satisfied with it, I still think it turned out pretty well considering I’ve never written for Star Trek before. Also, it’s really long and gets kinda steamy in some parts.

Summary/Preview: In which you meet James T. Kirk in your second year at Starfleet Academy and you go from tolerating him with mild annoyance to being his friend to friends aren’t supposed to be kissing all the time or having sex on a semi-regular basis, and most importantly when did you stop thinking of him as Kirk, and start calling him Jim? (and why are you always smiling at him in this damned fond manner?)


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Dani’s Birthday Fic!!

@starshiphufflebadger had a birthday on August 11 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANI!) and ran a birthday fic challenge. I got so exhausted from the overtime at work that I ran out of steam and couldn’t write anything. Then I started something, decided it wasn’t personal enough, and pitched it. Then I decided I didn’t like the second thing. Then I finally had a stroke of inspiration and was able to come up with an idea - it’s just been finding sit-down time to write it for the last four days. Well, Dani… I finally finished it. And I’m so sorry it took so long, but I hope it’s good enough that you forgive me!


“You know, normal people listen to medical advice” (Leonard)


Shore leave was drawing near its end, and as a result, Dani was enjoying her last day at the beach. She’d been up before dawn after checking the tide chart, determined to see the the ocean life in the tide pools. Squelching across the mucky shoreline as the tide reached its lowest point, Dani admired the sunrise cresting over the horizon. She was so caught up in the oranges and pinks streaking across the morning sky, she stepped through a patch of seaweed, soaking her flip flops with the decaying mess. Making a disgusted face, she slipped them off and went to swish them in the nearby tide pool.

As she disturbed the still water of the tide pool, she saw tiny crabs scuttling under rocks, and a snail lazily creeping across a rock at the bottom of the pool. And then she notice a blue ring. Dani carefully pulled her flip flops out of the tide pool and waited for the water to still, keeping her eye on the blue ringed octopus that was looking agitated from her disruption.

Dani had studied the octopus at the Academy, and knew better than to poke at it, as tempting as it was to see those beautiful blue rings again. Fortunately for her, the octopus sighted a small crab and set upon it, the bright blue rings flashing again. Dani was so caught up in watching the octopus that she didn’t notice the storm rolling in, and was taken unaware by the sudden change in pressure as the wind picked up. She scrambled to the shore and back to her hotel, but by the time she got there was dripping wet from the lashing rain.

The floor of the hotel was polished marble, and Dani’s flip flops had been no match for the slipperiness of them before she was soaked. Still caught up in the joy of seeing the beautiful, tiny octopus, she mindlessly wandered through the lobby, slipping and landing hard on her tailbone. She saw stars, it hurt so badly. Before she could scramble to her feet, embarrassed and breathless, someone in barefeet and swim trunks was at her side.

“Take it easy, kid, you took quite a spill.” The soothing drawl of the ship’s CMO drew her in, and she felt her cheeks flush even brighter red.

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