jim kirk is beautiful

Originally posted by manuela9693

Prompt:  So happy that you opened your request back omg! Can I have one where the reader’s personality exactly like Kirk and she pissed the hell out of him but deep inside Jim got a crush on her. Basically frustated and in love Jim Kirk? Thank you so much you beautiful human being.
Word Count: 927
NaNoWriMo Word Count: 11,029/50,000
Author’s Note: Jim’s a big baby

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anonymous asked:

Could you do an AU where Bones realizes he has feelings for Jim but he doesn't want to ruin his friendship by introducing romance (he still remembers how badly things went with his ex-wife), so he vows not to act on his feelings, and maybe unconsciously stops spending so much time with Jim in order to keep those feelings under control. And Jim is confused/hurt because his best friend is suddenly avoiding him, and holy crap is Bones avoiding him because he figured out that Jim has a crush on him?

  • Jim Kirk is beautiful. Everyone knows, but Bones knows it more than anyone. The way that blond hair is a mess in the morning when they meet for a coffee in York Town. The way the corners of his eyes wrinkle just lightly when he laughs so genuinely and only for Bones. The way he stands in his doorway, completely shirtless and so relaxed because he has no need to be even remotely decent around him. Bones’ chest aches in that most pleasant way when he thinks about Jim, and when he realizes what that means, he knows he’s fucked.
  • He doesn’t do anything about it, though, even though it’s hard. Because Jim is flirty. He’s so hands on, fingers brushing Bones’ arms and commenting on how toned they are. He says it so often, too, like it surprises him every time he touches his arms. It’s ridiculous. Even more because Bones ends up flustered every time.
  • But he can’t tell Jim, because nothing could ever change. Bones destroys relationships, Jim Kirk’s never even had one in the first place - save for a high school sweetheart that was never too serious on Jim’s part anyway. Jim just makes it very hard on him to get over this stupid crush, especially because Jim is the type of friend who shows up drunk at 2AM and crawls under the sheets next to Bones. Mostly because it helps him sleep. Also because he enjoys waking Bones up for the purpose of saying “Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t know you were asleep”, because he enjoys those tired snarls Bones throws at him for waking him up.
  • It’s no different in the morning when Bones wakes up to find Jim fast asleep next to him. His arm’s around Bones’ waist, and it very much shouldn’t be there. Bones lies there, completely still, until Jim starts waking up too. Bones pretends to be asleep while Jim’s fingers absentmindedly trace over Bones’ naked abdomen. Bones wants to continue to pretend that doesn’t do anything for him, until a shiver just runs over his body and Jim pulls his hand back. Bones fakes waking up soon after. “Hey,” Jim says, “for once you’re not frowning when you’re waking up.” "Not yet,“ Bones says, “but you’ve not spoken more than a few words to me just yet.” “Rude,” Jim replies with a grin. Rather than staying in bed to hang out and talk, Bones just gets up and disappears into the bathroom.
  • He keeps his distance from Jim the best he can, even though Jim makes it incredibly hard on him by trying to be near him all the time. “We’re going to be in York Town for two days to resupply,” Jim says as he catches Bones in the hallway, “want to go on that pub crawl we did last time? The one that exists in our name?” “I can’t,” Bones says, “between the two of us, I’ll actually be working.” And it’s not completely a lie, but it’s not entirely true either. Bones spends most of his York Town days in Medical. He’s definitely available at night, though. But it’s probably best if he doesn’t get tag along with Jim. Alcohol makes it difficult to restrain himself, so he’s definitely not doing that. “Oh,” Jim says, sounding a little disappointed, “sure? Because I can just reschedule some things.” “We only have two days, I gotta resupply,” Bones says, throwing Jim a stiff smile, and then he’s off to med bay.
  • But Jim is just not the type to take no for an answer. And while Bones has managed to avoid him most of the time, he’s still often there in the morning and he demands to just talk and be close. Bones really does his best to stay away, and even though he is busy during the day in York Town, he can’t avoid Jim when he shows up in his temporary apartment at midnight. “Bones, listen. I’m sorry,” Jim says when he’s at Bones’ door. “What for?” Bones asks, “what did you do this time?” “What? Nothing!” Jim says, “I mean. Nothing.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m just not used to all of this and I’m figuring all of it out as I go.” Jim’s clearly a little drunk, but he looks more frustrated than anything. “What are you talking about?” Bones presses. “I mean, obviously. You’re avoiding me.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bones says, crossing his arms as Jim barges into his room and falls down on his couch.  
  • “Don’t play stupid on me,” Jim says, and Bones sits down next to him slowly. “Fine, okay. Only a little, but it’s only because-” “I know this makes you uncomfortable, and I’m really sorry. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” “Me either,” Bones says, resting his hands in his own lap. Jim sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’ll get over it, I promise. I’ve just never felt this way about anyone before, and I’m not-” “What?” “What, what?” “What are you saying?” Bones presses, before adding: “Are you saying you’re digging me?” “Obviously. Wait, are you saying you didn’t know?”  Jim asks, and Bones raises his eyebrow. “How was I supposed to know?” “Then why have you been avoiding me?” Jim counters, “I thought it was because you knew I had a lil thing for you. It’s just a lil thing, I’ll get over it.” He adds the latter quickly, as if that makes a difference. Bones grunts, running a hand through his own hair. “I avoided you because… I may have had a little thing for you, too,” Bones admits eventually, and Jim is silent for a while. “What?” “You heard me.” Bones says, and Jim’s lips turn into his famous lopsided smirk. “You like me,” Jim says, and he’s just leans in slightly closer, “what a loser.” “Excuse me,” Bones starts, and he looks at Jim as he just instantly shifts even closer. His confidence somehow spiked now that Bones has confessed to his own feelings, too. “Did you just call me a loser for liking you?” “Yeah,” Jim says, and Bones shivers when Jim reaches out, hand sliding past his shoulder, fingers running through Bones’ hair. “Total loser.” Bones grins, slowly pulling his arms around Jim’s waist. “How are we going to do this?” Jim asks. Bones’ gaze moves from Jim’s eyes to his lips instead, and he shrugs slowly. “Shrug’s not an answer,” Jim says. “How’s this for an answer?” Bones asks, and he leans in to kiss Jim. Jim makes sure to lean in and kiss him back, for the longest time, before finally pulling away. “Yeah,” Jim says softly, and out of breath, “that’s a fine answer.”
Shore Leave : Beautiful

Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for the..best? If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

Part One - Midnight Whiskey   Part Two-  Suprise

Part Three- Beautiful   Part Four- Screwed

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“is there in truth no beauty?”

hello. the title of this episode is taken from a poem called “Jordan (I)” by a 17th century poet named George Herbert.

Who says that fictions only and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?

it’s a comment on poetry, and it asks why poets often feel the need to obscure their subject matter.

Must all be veil’d, while he that reads, divines,
Catching the sense at two removes?

why do artists have to conceal their meaning and make the reader “divine” that meaning? why should the reader only be able to truly understand the poem “at two removes”?

May no lines pass, except they do their duty
Not to a true, but painted chair?

can something only be considered poetic, or intellectual, or beautiful, if it refuses to say what it really means? if it is only symbolic, or metaphorical? why can’t it simply be what it is?

can something only “pass”—can it only be allowed to be seen—if it pretends to be something else?

I thought the memory of you was gone-

I thought it buried underneath the years.

But now it rises, bright as Vulcan dawn,

And I remember you, and Earth, and tears.

Your tears were falling like the rains of Earth;

You were the storms and roses of Earth’s spring.

You could not know that, almost from my birth

The rites of Vulcan bound me to T'Pring.

I could not break those ties; I had no choice-

Returned to space, left you and Earth behind.

But still I heard the echo of your voice,

Found rain and wind and roses in my mind.

You told me that you loved me, and you cried.

I said I had no feelings. And I lied.

                                                    - by Shirley Meech.