jim kirk is beautiful

Fics Masterlist

I decided to make a masterlist of my fics in chronological order. My fics, while being stand alone pieces, are all tied together with small details here and there, and do follow the canonical AOS timeline. 

Academy Era: 

You’re a Casualty I Can’t Forget (Learn to Trust Me)

Summary: Jim has wormed his way into Len’s life after that fateful shuttle ride and a few shared drinks. He also hates doctors. Len doesn’t quite know why. One accident, two injuries, and an involuntary confinement later, he finds out. Mentions of Tarsus, mentions of past abuse, minor descriptions of medical treatment. 

If You Need a Place to Crash (Let Me Catch You When You Fall)

Summary: Jim’s roommate is a dick. Bones is there to help. Close quarters means finding out stuff about the other person, and not all of it pleasant. Jim doesn’t sleep on his back for a reason. Mentions of past abuse, canon character death. 

You’re One of Us (You’re Here To Stay)

Summary: Thanksgiving at the McCoy house, complete with Len, JoJo, Mama Bones and Jim. There’s food, and pie, and with a kid and a bigger, older kid (Jim) running around, something was bound to get broken eventually. Jim’s not used to normal family dynamics, and overreacts a little. Mentions of past abuse, minor medical treatment. 

Star Trek 2009:

These Ghosts Are Not My Own

Summary:  Post-Narada and Jim isn’t coping. He hasn’t eaten or slept, he’s beat all to hell and his head is full of memories that he’s pretty sure aren’t his. He’s pretty sure he’s having a panic attack, and he can’t seem to breath. Of course Bones is here to witness it all. Wonderful. Mentions of Tarsus, mentions of past abuse.

And It’s Never Enough (But God Knows I Tried)

Summary: Jim doesn’t feel like he did enough to prevent the aftermath of Nero’s devastation. Awaiting Starfleet’s decision about his probation, he sits alone watching the news and drinking. They’re spouting the same old stuff: hero of the federation, golden boy of Starfleet. He thinks it’s all a bunch of bullshit. Bones thinks otherwise. 

Star Trek 2009- Pre Into Darkness: 

By Any Other Name (The Man is Still the Same) 

Summary: Spock does not understand. Kirk has been, thus far, immensely successful as captain, well liked and respected by the crew, despite his multiple ongoing breaches of Starfleet protocol. He simply refused to call anyone by their proper title, and it perplexed Spock to no end. Minor violence, mentions of past abuse. 

How Jim Learned to Keep a Shirt On

Summary: A sunburn can really teach one a lot of things. For example, Jim is pretty sure he’s dying. Bones does not seem to agree. This has taught Jim that Bones clearly doesn’t know what he’s talking about, medical degrees or no. Mentions of past abuse. 

Post Into Darkness: 

If He Should Die Before He Wakes (I Pray the Lord My Soul to Take)

Summary: Bones sits at Jim’s bedside after the events of Khan and the warp core. Jim won’t wake up. Bones needs him to. Mentions of past abuse, minor medical treatment. 

Just Leave Your Problems On the Shelf (We’ll Be Alright)

Summary: A few months into the 5 year mission, Jim, in a fit of frustration, says something insensitive. Bones doesn’t react well, and a long overdue conversation is had. Discussion of canon character death. 

my honest-to-god favorite thing about killing time is that kirk was going on and on and on about this wonderful lady, who was beautiful and dressed in silver and whom he compared to the moon, a lady who he had seen in his dreams, and i was like ‘oh geez i’m gonna have to sit though a het love before i get to the gay’ and then it turns out the the ‘she’ was. the fucking enterprise

Marriage Material - Part 17 - Jim Kirk

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16

Summary: in this chapter, there are still some things that need to be worked through.

Warnings: language, god too much fluff for my taste

A/N: i’m bones in this chapter, he’s acting as my voice. this hasn’t been read over for typos so please excuse those.


You had a choice to make.

You could deny the whole thing. You could pretend those words that brought relief to every muscle in your body that ached whenever you held the statement in never slipped from your lips. You could pretend you had only told Jim you were in love with sitting with him. You could pretend you had actually expressed your love for the coffee you had yet to drink. You could pretend the statement was one of sarcasm, one laced in irony.

You could tell Jim it was a figment of his sleepy mind’s imagination. You could tell him his drowsy mind conjured up a strange hallucination. You could go completely Freudian on him and tell him his subconscious made his conscious mind perceive words that had never been spoken in order to fulfill the suppressed desire of staying there— there was no way he could deny momentary psychosis.

You could bolt. You could hop up from your overly cushioned, overly wide seat and zip past him to leave the medbay and lock yourself in Leonard’s quarters. You could race out of the office and locked yourself in the very exam room that likely still reeked of sex. You could duck behind the nurses station and beg Christine to keep her perfectly glossed mouth zipped until the coast was clear.

Or you could tell him the truth. You could look him in his ridiculously blue eyes and say without any hesitation that you loved him, that you were in love with him. You could stand up, jump into his arms, and whisper into his skin that he meant the universe to you, that he brought light into your life. You could tell him marrying him was one of the best things you’d ever done, that you were thankful for your drunken decision to throw caution to the wind and marry the man you couldn’t believe had any sort of interest in you.

You could nod.

You could smile.

You could say something— anything.

But you sat silently, staring at the man before you that wanted nothing more than a confirmation.

Hell, he would’ve settled for a shrug of uncertainty. It was an outright denial that he feared most. After all, there was no way he could hide what came over his eyes the instant he heard the words roll off your tongue— he couldn’t imagine even trying to hide the relief, the shock, the sweet warmth that overtook him.

But you sat silently, staring at him with your lips parted and eyes wide.

So he asked again. This time he stepped closer to you and set his hands against the armrests on either side of you. His torso was looming over you, his nose close enough to bump yours. Soft, warm, and steady breaths washed over your cheeks and the faint scent of peppermint would’ve made you lightheaded had the tsunami of emotion in his eyes not taken you under first.

“You’re in love with me?” he repeated, his eyes seemingly enacting an attempt to pull the response from you, to dig for the response so he could maybe cut past the agonizing moments of silence ringing in his ears.

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screencaps from “Star Trek: Beyond”

I spent some time cropping these and adjusting their color saturation, but I don’t claim them to be “mine” or even “my edits” since I’m sure other people can do it much more expertly. So if you wanna download them or even repost them, feel free. Enjoy the beauty of Bones and Jim Kirk! <3 

Star Trek AMV/Fanvids

Star Trek (general):

Tik Tok (honestly the best crack. I’m serious. If you only watch one on this list, let it be this one)

Centuries (just…so hype tbh)

Remember the Name (the video is a little small, but the editing makes up for it!)

Light ‘Em Up (so good! so fast-paced!! some angst!)

The Phoenix (look ik this is a lot of Fall Out Boy but clearly their songs are just great for Star Trek!)

I’m Too Sexy (such good crack, honestly, really well-cut!)

Last Friday Night (the editing is both amazing and a little cheesy but its def worth it)

Somebody To Die For (Jim Kirk centric, angsty as heck, absolutely stunning)


Spirk:

Sexy Back (wonderful, beautiful crack and shipping)

Counting Stars (just real pretty)

I Won’t Say I’m In Love (who doesn’t love some Disney shipping/crack! there are several versions of this song and all are good)

Let It Rock/I Bring The Fire (just overall awesome)

Bad Romance (really good, the video is just a lil squished horizontally but #worthit)

You Spin Me Round (so SO well cut and shows the TOS darlings so well)

S&M (technically has no nsfw shots, but it definitely feels like it does, so good!)


McKirk:

You’re an asshole, but I love you (I mean the title sums it up!)

Who Treats You Right (pining!McCoy, kinda! Real good!)

Kryptonite (weirdly sweet?)

Accidentally In Love (so adorable?? so cute??)


Spones:

Thanks for the Memories (this is just. amazing! some nsfw cuts though just warning y’all!)

Flaws (this is such a perfect song for them!!)

If I Had You (some of the editing is imperfect, but its overall SO good! TOS darlin’s)

Young and Beautiful (prepare to sob. im serious. TOS bbs <3)


To Close Out:

Hey There T’hyla (this is a fanmade Spirk version of Hey There Delilah, and it’s AMAZING)

I Now Have Links To YouTube Playlists Of These (Plus Other Additions!):

Star Trek

Spirk

McKirk

Spones

capeandcowl  asked:

McKirk

Originally posted by helgabrook

Tagging all the folks who asked for McKirk - @yourtropegirl​, @gracieminabox​, and a couple of anons. Sorry this took me a while! 


Who said “I love you” first

Jim. 

Just in casual conversation.

They’re just shooting the bull in Bones’ office. Sickbay is slow today, and Jim’s not on bridge duty until beta. They’re only a week into whatever this is, but after spending years in each others’ pockets and six months in deep space, there’s nothing unusual about seeing the captain in sickbay or the CMO on the bridge, and the conversation is easy, comfortable. Jim’s got his feet propped on Bones’ couch, and Bones is sprawled haphazardly across his desk, swinging his left foot and sipping a cup of coffee.

“I’ve got seven in engineering that are late on their vaccination schedule,” Bones is saying. “So, I’ll be handling that fallout later today.” He shakes his head and makes a mental note to check Jim’s record. “I don’t know what it is about engineers, Jim. It’s just a damn hypo.”

“Hey, Bones,” says Jim suddenly. He sits up on the couch, as if the thought has only just occurred to him. “I love you.”

It surprises Len. 

In fact, Len doesn’t even answer, he’s so shocked.

In fact, Len spends the next 30 seconds or so hacking and sputtering on the coffee he’d inhaled.

“Jesus, Bones, I just professed my undying devotion to you,” Jim laughs. “Try not to die on me, okay?”

“I’ll… I’ll have your records transferred to M’Benga,” Len says when he can finally speak. 

Jim just rolls his eyes. 


Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

The background of Len’s PADD is solid black. Anything else distracts him as he’s trying to read.

The background on Jim’s PADD is a picture of the bridge crew on their most recent shore leave. 

They’re on a beach. The sand is fine and black, the sky painted in streaks of soft oranges and greens. Jim’s grinning widely, holding a sprawling Chekov in his arms. Bones has his arms folded across his chest, but the tiny grin that tugs at the corner of his lips and his dancing eyes give him away. Sulu and Scotty are both in mid-air, Scotty’s face screwed up in concentration, Hikaru’s arms and legs outstretched like an exuberant starfish. Nyota’s got hold of one of Pav’s feet, and she’s laughing. Spock looks particularly relaxed, one hand resting delicately on Ny’s shoulder.

It’s Jim’s second favorite picture ever.

When he activates his device, though, the background changes.

This one is of Bones. 

It’s a rare moment. Jim had snapped a photo of Bones on that same shore leave, on that same beach. It’s rocky, here. Bones is propped on a large white stone, weight resting on one hand, the other arm slung easily over his knee. He’s looking over the water, away from the camera. He’s shirtless, still damp from swimming, hair mussed from the wind. He’d been completely heedless of Jim’s presence, relaxed and utterly at peace, a soft little smile dancing on his lips. 

It’s the only candid picture of Bones that Jim has, and Jim will never, ever change his background to anything else.


Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Jim likes to leave notes for Len everywhere, not just in foggy mirrors. In fact, Jim has a bundle of old school yellow sticky notes that he uses for exactly this purpose.

It starts in the academy.

Jim leaves an occasional note for Len to find. Len’s confused by them, at first. 

He thinks, at first, that it must be some sort of strange recall technique, a weird study habit that Jim had picked up from… somewhere. 

When they start to pile up, Len decides that enough is enough. He gathers them up and stuffs them in a spare shoebox. He tosses the box under his bed, thinking Jim can ask for them, if he needs them.

It’s not long before he has quite the collection.

The notes never say anything important, sometimes a random word - “Vagarious,” or “Apoptosis,” or “Jumentous.” Sometimes it’s a quote. Jim’s got an astounding repertoire of collected wisdom, Len learns, referencing everyone from Mark Twain to Surak to Lady Gaga. Sometimes it’s just a garbled, out-of-context sentence - “I do not know where family doctors acquired illegibly perplexing handwriting,” - and occasionally, Jim sketches. 

He sketches everything, little scenes from his day, Len’s medkit, a PADD, a discarded bottle of brandy. Jim’s not an artist, not by a long shot, but his subjects are instantly recognizable to Len, if a little cartoonish.

Len finds a few of himself. One in particular that he’s pretty confused by. 

He’s sleeping, he can recognize this by the scattering of zzzz’s that surround his face and his (over-exaggerated, Len thinks) mussed hair. 

This note is labeled. 

“Lips,” it says. 

Len furrows his brow at this one, but adds it to his box, anyway. It’s just a habit, by now, his automatic response. 

At the beginning of second year, when Jim’s Survival Strategies field study group goes missing, Len finds himself sitting on his bed with the box in his lap. 

Jim’s been gone for days. Len’s hounded and hounded administration, and gets the same deferral every time. “We have no information to disclose,” they say.

Len takes the notes out of the box one by one and just stares.

The depth of emotion that they evoke, the ridiculous sentences punctuated by stark wisdom - “Gary eats lots of pies,” juxtaposed with, “It is paradoxical, yet true, to say, that the more we know, the more ignorant we become in the absolute sense,” - the surprisingly elegant script, it all brings Len to his knees, and in that moment, Leonard McCoy quits fooling himself.

He’s in love with Jim Kirk.

Jim, of course, comes sauntering back into the apartment at 3 am that morning, unkempt and sleep-deprived, but otherwise totally fine.

And Len can breathe again.

He doesn’t say anything about the notes, but he starts to look forward to them. He’s keeping them intentionally now, storing them up for the one awful, inevitable day when Jim doesn’t come back to him. 

“It’s just part of the game, Bones,” Jim’s words echo in his thoughts. “Command is all about sacrifice.”

Len feels a little guilty about it, like he’s doing something he shouldn’t, like he’s harboring a dirty secret by hoarding away little pieces of the man who will inevitably break him. Loving Jim Kirk is like loving a streak of lightning - blazing, brilliant, blinding and beautiful, but gone far too soon, and leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. 

Len knows he’s going to get burned, but he keeps the notes anyway.

Later, after the boys fucking finally sort things out and Len pulls his head out of his ass, it becomes a game to Jim, leaving sappy post-its around sickbay for Bones to find.

And Len saves them. 

Every single one.


Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Totally Len, at least at first. 

It starts during their first Christmas at the academy. 

Len buys Jim a coconut bra. 

Jim wears it proudly, sauntering up and down the dorm hallways and singing Blue Hawaii at the top of his lungs until Len’s burying himself under his blanket and wondering what in the name of god possessed him to think that would be a funny joke, anyway.

After that, it becomes a fierce competition.


Who initiated the first kiss

Len. 

When Jim beams back on board after spending a week and a half in a Romulan prison camp, something in Len snaps. 

He charges up the steps of the transporter pad, heedless of his audience, and catches Jim hard by the upper arms.

Jim, who’s shirtless and smiling. 

Jim, who appears to be remarkably intact. 

Jim, who’s eyes are impossibly blue and sparkling.

Jim, who’s bare skin is deliciously warm beneath Len’s palms.

Jim, who is so wonderfully, blessedly alive.

“You stupid, stupid fuck,” Len breathes, and then his lips are on Jim’s. 

It’s instinctive, automatic. 

Jim’s eyes open wide, and then he’s kissing Len back, feverishly, desperately, clinging to Len like a drowning man, soft little groan humming in his throat.

It goes on for a while. Len curls his body protectively around Jim’s, and Jim melts into him, finally, finally, and it’s like coming home. 

“Oh,” says Jim, a little breathless, as Len pulls back.

“Yeah,” Len tells him simply.

And after that, things fall into place.


Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Len, contrary to popular belief, is the early riser of the two. It’s a product of years of early morning surgeries and wonky call schedules; try as he might - and oh, does he try - he has a hard time sleeping in.

It’s a rare thing, on the Enterprise, for them to have a morning together. 

Len savors it.

Len lays still as long as he’s able. He counts Jim’s respirations, the steady in and out whoosh of soft breaths that tickle Len’s cheeks and flutter gently through his hair. He numbers the tiny freckles that kiss Jim’s nose, traces the delicate curve of Jim’s eyelashes and the tilt of his jaw.

He lays there and he memorizes Jim, piece by piece, reveling in the stillness of the moment and the heat of Jim’s bare skin on his.

Finally, when he can stand it no longer, Len eases carefully out of bed and replicates a cup of coffee.

He has every intention of letting Jim sleep, of sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand resting on Jim’s shoulder and the latest issue The United Federation Journal of Neurosurgery pulled up on his PADD, but then Jim gives a snuffling little sigh and crinkles his nose just so, and Len is done for.

He slides smoothly back into bed, wrapping his arms and his legs around Jim and starting at the hollow of his neck. 


Who starts tickle fights

Jim tries this once.

Only once.  


Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

It is a foregone conclusion that Jim’s gonna follow Len uninvited everywhere. 

Into his office.

Into the bathroom.

Into medical staff meetings.

Into supply closets.

Into the shower.


Who surprises the other at work with lunch

Jim tries.

During the academy, he can rarely catch Len. Their schedules never quite seem to jive, and when Jim does occasionally slip out of his Tactics class a little early, Len always seems to be seeing a patient or doing a case. 

He manages it just once, in their third year. Len’s shocked to see him, but grateful for the sandwich. They sit huddled in the tiny clinic break room, and if Dr. McCoy seems a little less tense after, “Jim Kirk, my roommate, not my boyfriend,” leaves, well, the nurses don’t say a word.

Later, on the Enterprise, it’s a little easier. Jim typically a has a pretty good idea of what Bones’ schedule looks like, not to mention a direct commlink to the CMO, so they take their lunch breaks together more often than not, usually in Bones’ office.

Bones will never admit it, but it’s the highlight of his day.


Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Jim. 

Len’s a bundle of nerves too, but seeing silver-tongued Jim stumbling over his words fixes that real quick. Len’s an utter gentleman by nature, and god, after so long, it’s just so good to finally be with Jim, without pretense or doubt, that Len finds all his apprehension falling away. He’s suave and charismatic, disarming Jim with an easy smile and a southern charm that’s as natural as breathing.

Years later, Jim asks him about it. “Were you not scared, Bones?”

Bones shakes his head. “Of course not,” he says. “I was with you.” 


Who kills/takes out the spiders

“Bones.” Jim’s standing at the edge of the room, pointing a shaking finger.

“My god, Jim, it’s just a wolf spider.”

“It’s fuzzy.”

“It eats ants, Jim, not people.”

Jim’s shaking his head emphatically. “I do not care,” he whines. “I want it gone, Bones. Please.”

Bones is laughing now.

“It thinks you’re ugly too, you know,” he’s saying as he reaches with his bare hand. He’s paying more attention to Jim, not the spider.

The spider, who’s back seems to be writhing, pulsing, moving.

Len nudges her gently with a finger, and the babies go swarming, hundreds of them pouring from her back and scurrying across the floor.

Jim shrieks and launches himself on top of his desk. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

“Well, I’ll be,” says Len softly, wondering how the hell he’s going to get them all out, now that they’re scattered through the apartment.

It’s a long, long time before Jim forgives him.


Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Jim boldly, loudly, unapologetically proclaims his love for Len when he’s drunk.

Len’s a little quieter. 

Oh, he’s a shameless flirt, but his words are a little softer, the platitudes a little sweeter. He catches Jim by the waist and calls him beautiful. He nuzzles into the back of Jim’s neck, and he smiles into his skin. “Jim, Jim, Jim,” he whispers, over and over again, running his hands worshipfully over Jim’s chest and shoulders.

Jim is unashamed to admit that these are his favorite nights.

Weekly Reading List #20

Originally posted by hella-blazed

Hello there!

Finally, before the week’s over, I am able to present to you my next weekly reading list. Took me some time this time to collect all the fan-fictions I’ve read. That’s the problem with using different devices and just liking the posts and not saving them in any other way. A lot of research needed^^ But nevertheless I am done by now with all the stories I remember I’ve read. Fortunately the list is again very diversified in it’s characters and/or movies. But I have to admit that I’m stuck to Bones x Reader stories most of the time, as you can see below. Don’t now why exactly, though I love the character of Leonard McCoy of course. I mean, who doesn’t love this grumpy but sexy way of him ;) But if I go on with still collecting Bones stories than I have to make a special out of my next reading list and dedicate it to Leonard “Bones” McCoy :D Wouldn’t be a shame though. But now I’ve written enough and all I have to say is:


Enjoy it!!!

Love, bi-e-ne


Almost Human

John Kennex

Curves                                                              @lt-sammi-matthews

Daddy’s little girl                                               @lt-sammi-matthews

Avengers

Avengers

i-wish-avengers-x-teen-reader   Part 2             @pinetree111

Tony Stark

Tony Stark Request                                          @locke-writes

Beauty and the Beast

Prince Adam

Dancing                                                             @t-adash-i

The Hobbit

Thorin

Fighting to survive                                            @locke-writes

Lord of the rings

Eomer

Sweet Dreams Part 1                                       @musamortem

The wild rose is blooming  Part 2                     @arwentari

Third Marshal of the Riddermark                      @homely-jess

Two                                                                   @coyoteimagines

Picnic

Hal Carter

Dreams Cum True                                            @sad-af1121

Real Characters

Tom Hiddleston

Feelings and work                                             @loveisfriendship

Supernatural
Dean

I love her and that is the beginning and end of everything. @supernaturalfreewill

If love is a fight than I shall die with my heart on the trigger. @supernaturalfreewill

Imagine challenging Dean to a drinking contest @supernaturalfreewill

Sam

One Shot                                                         @67chevy-imagine

Dean & Sam

All is fair in love and war                                 @thekeytoescapeisfiction

Carry On My Wayward Daughter                    @supernaturalimagine

Star Trek
Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy

1250 Follower Drabbles                                   @youre-on-a-starship

1250 Follower Drabbles                                   @youre-on-a-starship

1250 Follower Drabbles                                   @youre-on-a-starship

1250 Follower Drabbles                                   @youre-on-a-starship

1250 Follower Drabbles                                   @youre-on-a-starship 

1250 Follower Drabbles                                   @youre-on-a-starship 

1250 Follower Drabbles                                   @youre-on-a-starship 

Having A Uniform Malfunction                          @imaginestartrek

Imagine when youre depressed you visit bones’s @medicatemedrmccoy

Lunchtime Drabble: Short People                     @goodnightwife

McCoy walks up to the bridge to scold everyone @medicatemedrmccoy

Not Like This                                                     @starshiphufflebadger

Snoring Leonard                                               @medicatemedrmccoy

James T. Kirk

1250 Follower Drabbles                                    @youre-on-a-starship 

Blocked                                                             @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Five Minute Ficlet                                              @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

The Oops Text                                                  @janeykath318

McKirk

And we are home                                              @mccoymostly

Friends with benefits                                         @jamest-kirk

Sometimes Jim wakes Bones up with kisses    @mangopuffs

What You Need                                                 @imoutofmyvulcanmind

X-Men

Eric Lensherr

Until Goodbye                                                   @locke-writes