jim shoulders

Things Spock has definitely done

  • been scientifically distracted by Jim’s shoulders
  • (shoulder wings and thicksturdycomfortable when Spock dive bombs them)
  • drowsily collapsed into Jim’s neck so heavily they both get a shock 
  • smooshed his face under Jim’s ear 
  • (stubble and soft skin and ohgod his hair smells so good)
  • plopped himself down on Jim’s lap
  • especially when jim is at a desk
  • the table in their quarters is ideal, can wrap both arms around Jim’s neck, sometimes jim puts a hand on Spock’s bum and just… squeezes
  • the briefing room is also Good. Spock can squish himself between jim and the desk and straddle Jim’s knee and feel his hand on the small of his back
  • when they’re in bed he just lies over jim like a heavy Vulcan heat blanket
  • it’s to keep Jim warm okay? Not because Spock likes to put his face between Jim’s shoulder blades and slide their feet together and …

*whispers* I heard people like non-binary Tony. Have some fifteen-year-old non-binary Tony Stark trying to figure things out with bonus Supportive Rhodey.


Jim walked into his dorm and raised an eyebrow as Tony yelped and threw himself across the room, face-first into his pillow. But he’d seen stranger things. He went over to his desk and deposited his bag, then turned back to him. “Hey, how do you feel about—Uh.” He frowned, because Tony hadn’t turned to face him, then reached out to touch his shoulder. “Are you okay, Tones?”

“Mphh fmm mmm.”

“When have I ever laughed at you?” Jim asked, offended, and then paused to think about it. “…When it mattered, anyway.”

Tony kept his face buried in his pillow for a long moment before he slowly sat up, keeping his head dipped low. “You have to promise.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Okay, yeah, whatever. I promise.”

Tony curled his hands into fists before he lifted his head, chin jutting out defiantly.

Jim stared at him for a long moment before saying, “Okay, I literally can’t see what it is I’m even supposed to be laughing at.”

“Wh-?!” Tony waved at his face. “This.

Jim sighed and crossed his arms. “I’ve never laughed at your face. Even that time when you walked around after falling asleep on a newspaper.”

“I’m wearing makeup, you idiot!” Tony finally burst out, then blushed, mortified.

Jim squinted at him skeptically. “…I guess I can see it. Oh! Okay, yeah, yeah, mascara. It’s just that your lashes are so full and dark already I didn’t notice.”

“…You think I have full, dark lashes?” Tony asked after a minute.

Jim scowled at him. “Of course you do, you dummy. Most guys do. Do you know how often I have to listen to my sister bitch about how my eyelashes are prettier than hers?”

“Whaaat do you think she’d teach me how to use lip liner?”

Jim stared at Tony for a long moment, and just as the younger boy began to shrink awkwardly, he said, “What the fuck is lip liner.”


“I hope you appreciate the things I do for you,” Jim said, applying eyeliner and cursing quietly when the line came out shaky.

“It’s fine, you’re fine,” Jeanette cut in, picking through her eye shadows and frowning. “It takes practice. Ugh. Tony. Why are you like this.”

Tony turned toward her from putting on concealer, frowning, looking so, so scared and trying not to. “What do you mean?”

White,” she complained, and Jim felt his shoulders relax unconsciously. “None of my shades will work on you. Oh! Maybe this blue-? Oh no wait—ugh. Disgusting. I hate you.”

“What about this blue?” Tony asked hopefully, pointing at a paler shade.

Jeanette pursed her lips, nose wrinkling a little with how hard she was thinking, before she finally agreed, “Yeah, alright. Oh honey, no. You put on eyeliner and eye shadow before mascara. It’s easier to do liner with nude lashes and if you have eye shadow particles on your lashes they’ll get covered by the mascara and also give you more oomph.”

“Oh,” Tony said, looking genuinely surprised.

Jim sighed, scowling at his eyeliner again. Tony’s eyeliner was straight.


“Poetry sucks do you wanna go get—Oh,” Jim breathed, just barely remembering to close the door behind him. “Oh, well… This is new.”

Tony looked miserable, which was a shame, because the yellow sundress he was wearing looked quite becoming. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, it’s just—I was surprised!” Jim hurried to say, reaching out to give his shoulders a comforting squeeze. “It’s—actually you’re hella cute what the fuck.”

“Really?” Tony asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” Jim answered immediately, taking a step back to take in the whole picture again. “Like a—like a daisy. Aw, Tony, you didn’t have to hide this from me.”

Tony blushed, fidgeting, and looked down at his feet. “…You got your sister to teach me how to put on makeup properly. I didn’t want to—impose anymore.”

“So you decided not to let me see you lookin’ cute in a sundress, yeah, that makes sense,” Jim drawled, then frowned, leaning down so that Tony had to look at him. “Hey, is this—do you feel like you should be a girl? What is that thing, um—”

“No,” Tony answered quickly, embarrassed. “But, um. It’s just. Sometimes I don’t feel like a boy. But sometimes I don’t feel like a girl. I’m—I’m not explaining this right,” he whispered, shoulders hunching with shame.

Jim patted at his shoulders. “No, hey, that makes perfect—okay it doesn’t make perfect sense to me. But you know, I probably—won’t ever understand completely. Because I don’t feel the same way. But that doesn’t make you any less of my friend,” he added firmly. “So if—if you want to wear a dress sometimes, that’s fine. I’ll support you.” Because his family sure wouldn’t, Jim thought grimly.

Tony smiled at him shyly, turning his gaze back on his feet. “Thanks, Rhodey.”


Tony asked him to come dress shopping with him. Jim wanted to be supportive.

“You can’t fucking wear that Tony it doesn’t go with your skin tone!”

He was the worst kind of supportive.

9 Things Couples Do - Jim Kirk

Summary: People do funny, stupid, cute, and sad things when they’re in love.

Warnings: language, a bit fluffy

A/N: everyone, i love jim kirk. i hope this is as good as it was in my head and better than i actually think its mediocre ass turned out (i am sick, though, so who knows). it’s such a long fic, y’all.


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Jim assumed your favorite ice cream flavor was strawberry and you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. Especially not when he was looking at you in the way he was.

Impacted by the width and intensity of his smile, his eyes were narrowed and illuminated. He looked softer that way— less authoritative, less like the Captain Kirk the crew served under— he looked like the Jim you’d fallen for.

When the girl behind the counter looked at you with an eyebrow raised in question, you gave her a half-shrug you made sure was hidden from Jim. “Just one scoop, please.”

“One?” Jim asked, turning a little to look at you. He snorted and rolled the blue eyes that could have lit up the entire old-school San Francisco parlor. “Baby. And here I thought you had a gut of steel.”

“It’s not polite to comment on what metal you think makes-up the gut of your significant other.”

He snorted again, his fingertips shoving you with a force your weakened legs didn’t have the strength to withstand. He caught you before you could stumble a few inches to the right, immediately clasping his hand in yours. “Still tired from the…” he cleared his throat, “walk?”

The girl behind the counter giggled loud enough to force your teeth into your tongue, your cheeks and the tops of your ears burning instantly. You squeezed Jim’s hand so a wince left his lips and he snatched it back from yours. “I’m tired from the actual walk here. It’s uphill. And I do have a gut of steel— a roomy gut of steel, roomier than yours.”

Jim titled his head and took his gaze from yours to meet that of the girl busying herself with your strawberry ice cream and Jim’s chocolate with peanut butter swirled throughout. He smiled at her. “Did that sound like a challenge to you? Did you hear me being challenged by the person that is supposed to love me, to uplift me?”

“I do love you,” you mumbled before you looked at the girl and took the cone she offered you. “He’s dramatic— excuse him, please.”

You looked down at the already melting pink mess, then back up at Jim. You quirked a single eyebrow. “But let’s say I was challenging you— that I’m betting you my gut’s roomier than yours. What’s that entail?”

“Whoever finishes the most ice cream in twenty minutes.”

“That’s a long ass time, Jim. We just had dinner—”

Ten minutes. No cones, just cups and spoons— cones take too long to finish.”

“The usual stakes or do you wanna modify them?”

“The usual stakes,” he said with a single nod. He was smirking so openly and cockily. It bugged you.

“We’ll tip you generously,” you told the girl who was now staring at the two of you with eyes the size and shape of saucers. “You just have to keep up, okay? Two servings ahead of us each time just to be safe. No stopping even when I look like my brain has frozen itself into a coma.”

Jim clapped his hands together. “This is what you trained for!”

“I-I haven’t really trained,” she said. She sounded nervous— a wise girl to be nervous, you thought.

You and Jim looked at one another, shrugged, and beckoned her to begin scooping.

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Imagine seeing Leonard in a kissing booth

Came from this post by @spones-in-my-bones and I went from there. 

You heard the rumors, hardly could believe them. But as you walked into the huge mess hall that was decorated like a carnival, like ones you had seen in in those old movies, your face beamed in delight. Wanting to see if what you heard was true, you started working the room, stopping at each booth; playing a few games and sampling a oddly shaped sweet delight called cotton candy.

And then you got to the last booth and saw a huge sign that said Kissing Booth, with a long line of woman waiting in front of it. Waving hello to a few crewmembers in line, you noticed the looks of anticipation on their faces and you followed their gaze to the front of the booth.

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The Unexpected One

Fandom: Star Trek

Summary: Based on: “Imagine being Spock’s wife since the academy and everyone is shocked when they find out.” by @thefandomimagine

Word count: 1,120

[Masterlist]

Originally posted by captainjimmyboytkirk

You walked onto the Enterprise’s deck a few minutes before the departure, carrying a hand full of bags. You were the newest member of the crew, having to join them to help on the mission as an expert.

“Welcome board, my name is James Kirk, but I’m sure you already know that,” a young man met you in the corridor, taking your bags and shaking your hand.

“There are not many captains with such fame around them,” you replied with a bright smile he returned. “I hope I’m not too late? I had to take care of a few things.”

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It is clear now but may have been less visible in 1955 that Plato is gay and has a crush on Jim; at the planetarium, he touches his shoulder caressingly…Jim gives Plato a lift home and Plato asks him, “Hey, you want to come home with me? I mean, there’s nobody home at my house, and heck, I’m not tired. Are you?” But Jim glances in the direction of Judy’s house, and then so does Plato, ruefully. - Roger Ebert

Sal Mineo and James Dean in Rebel Without A Cause (1955) dir. Nicholas Ray

anonymous asked:

I found this and thought it would be funny for mckirk: Person A *unbuttoning shirt* : god it’s so hot in here ; Person B : I know that but why are you unbuttoning my shirt ?

  • Over the years, Leonard feels comfortable enough around Jim to flirt with him freely. It’s something Jim initiated, but now something Leonard happily reciprocates. It’s just flirting, after all. It’s fun, it’s safe, and it’s just their thing. Nothing actually happens, no matter how ridiculously cheesy their flirting gets.
  • “Hey stranger,” Jim says, resting his hand on Leonard’s shoulder as he slips down on the bar stool next to Bones, “what’s a place like you doing in a guy like this?” “That’s not even creative,” Bones replies, and Jim laughs. He refills their drinks, smile easy on his face. Leonard listens to Jim talk about his day, a smile to match Jim’s, until the other stops talking and says; “what?” “Oh, I’m sorry,” Leonard says, “I’m trying to listen, but I’m getting lost in your eyes.” Jim opens his mouth to protest, though he’s pleasantly flustered for a few seconds. “You’re just as bad as I am,” he says eventually, and Leonard laughs, too.
  • “If I were a cat I’d spend all my 9 lives with you.” “Please don’t,” Bones says, “because I’m allergic.” They’re sitting in Bones’ quarters. Bones has been reading his PADD quietly, while Jim’s nestled against him doing the same thing, just far less productive. “I’m in the mood for a pizza… a pizza you.” “Shut the fuck up,” Bones laughs, “not only is that terrible, you’re just reminding me of the fact that we don’t have pizzas here.” “York Town next month,” Jim says, “I’ll take you out for real pizza.” “Deal,” Bones says, probably a bit too quickly, “what are you doing on your PADD, anyway?” “I’m reading up cheesy pickup lines.” Bones huffs at that, turning back to his own PADD. “My doctor says I’m lacking Vitamin U,” Jim continues. “I’m your doctor, and the only thing you’re lacking is Vitamin D.” “Oh, you have no idea,” Jim says, turning to Bones with a small smile, just to throw the other off guard a little.
  • “Are you thirsty?” “Thirsty for you.”
  • “I need directions-” “Ask Sulu or Chekov.” “- Bones, can you not? I need directions to your heart.” “Lame.”
  • “There’s only one thing I would change about you, and that’s your last name.” “Really? Because I’d change lots of things about you,” Bones replies to that, “for one, you’re annoyingly stubborn.” “Bones.” “You think before you act, to the point it’s incredibly frustrating.” “Bones, please.” “You have no consideration for the Prime Directive whatsoever-” “Bones, you’re ruining the mood.“ "You purposely avoid my medical appointments. All the god damn time.” “I get it, I get it-” “You’re also so god damn beautiful you give the sun a run for its money.” Jim opens his mouth, though processes Bones’ words, and just gives him a smug smile instead. “Smooth, Bones. I’ll give you that one.”
  • He’s been working together with Uhura almost all day, and Leonard is exhausted. Uhura’s trying to translate the speech of the weird alien they picked up while Bones monitors its vitals carefully. “So how are you and Jim, huh?” Uhura asks. “Good?” Bones replies to that, “I mean, I can’t complain.” “No, I bet. Jim’s passionate in everything he does,” Uhura agrees, and Bones smiles lightly at that. “Annoyingly so.” “I’m glad, though,” Uhura says, “I haven’t seen you this happy in, well, ever.” “Thanks?” Bones says, though he’s not quite sure what that’s supposed to mean. They work together for another while, quietly so, though then Bones needs to get something off his chest after all. “Sometimes I feel like we’re an actual couple, you know?” He says, carefully so, and Uhura narrows her eyes. “Wait. What do you mean, you’re not together?”
  • They’ve spent the last couple hours in Bones’ quarters, with their usual light banter, strong drinks, and a little flirting. Though something feels different this time. Jim touches him more than usual, or Bones is just more aware of it now. He feels that hand on his shoulder even after it has left. He feels those eyes on him even when Bones is focused on his PADD. He just feels super aware of Jim’s words and his presence, and he’s not sure how to deal with this anymore. “Hey,” Jim says, and he’s suddenly really fucking close, “is it just me, or is it super hot in here?” “No, you’re right,” Bones says, watching Jim’s arm move downwards as he pulls the zipper at the back of his uniform, “but why are you pulling down the zipper of my uniform?” “Because,” Jim says, “it can always be a little hotter.” He laughs at his own joke, and Bones smiles fondly, though then finds himself leaning in closer. Actually kissing Jim is the weirdest sensation, especially because Jim kisses him back so eagerly, his hand still on Bones’ back, though sliding down to pull his shirt over Bones’ head and remove it entirely.
  • Leonard finds himself both at peace and somehow twice as conflicted afterwards. He doesn’t want to move, because Jim’s body is warm and comfortable against his own, and he doesn’t want morning to come. At the same time, though, he can’t rest easy knowing their whole friendship can’t be the same again, and that alone is enough to keep him awake. "What’s the matter?” Jim asks so suddenly, it nearly startles Bones. “Nothing.” “Don’t bullshit me, you’ve got your stiff pondering shoulders,” Jim replies to that. “Okay,” Bones says, turning to face Jim properly, “I can’t do casual.” “What?” “Casual sex.” “Okay?” Jim replies, frowning a little, “what makes you think I can?” “I know you can,” Bones says, “I’ve picked you up from numerous locations across campus during the Academy.” “Touche,” Jim says, “I mean, with you. I don’t think I could do casual with you. Plus, Uhura told me about your conversation with her and I figured if I ever needed any confirmation about how desperately in love with me you are, that was it.” Bones laughs at that, a hand running down over Jim’s naked back. “I’m liking you a little less already,” Bones replies, and Jim smiles. “No, you don’t.” 
  • It’s probably minutes later when both of them are nearly asleep (Jim’s definitely asleep), when Bones’ fingers gently trace down Jim’s spine. “No, I don’t.” 

bvpropion  asked:

Okay so I saw one of your drawings and it was about Moran giggling and he'd been turned into a cinnamon roll and now I just :33 can't stop thinking about Jim biting Seb's shoulder for attention or just squeezing his arms and stuff because he's a cinnamon roll

actual cinnamon roll Sebastian Moran

I’ll Be Coming Home (Wait For Me)

Preview: Something breaks open inside of you, then, something heavy and consuming, and you turn your head before he can deepen the unexpected kiss, biting your lip as he rests his forehead against your temple and curses quietly. 

“It’s not what you think,” you breathe, trying your best to keep your voice level, pushing gently at his chest. “I just…it’s hard to explain, Jim.” 

Word Count: 3,868

Warnings: NSFW

Notes: Well, it took about a week, but the urge to write a Kirk fic became unbearable. I don’t have much to say this time around, so I’ll keep this brief. Title comes from this song, which I listened to as I was writing, and this takes place almost immediately after Beyond. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Other than that, enjoy!

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