leonard mccoy

anonymous asked:

Punk!mckirk with Bones having long-ish hair and he wears it in man buns and it's Jim's weakness. He enjoys playing with it and whenever Bones is upset, Jim plays with his hair and he just becomes /putty/ in his hands.

(Eeeeh. I’m not sure how this came out, and it’s six months late, but if you’re still hanging around, Nonnie, I’ve tried to fill this request at long last!)

There is an art, and a certain knack, to handling Bones when he’s in a Mood. It’s taken months of pain staking research and experiments that could very well have cost Jim his life, but it was worth it – for the pursuit of science of course.

Bones comes storming into the apartment, every muscle tense, and Jim doesn’t even have to ask to know that Bones has definitely had a no good, very bad day.

“Idiots,” Bones snarls to no one in particular, pacing in the small space of their living room like a caged animal.

For a moment, Jim lets himself drink in and appreciate the sight. Tight black shirt, God he loves that shirt, that does absolutely nothing to hide Bones’ sleeves; even tighter pants, God bless skinny jeans and hiding all the rest of Bones’ clothes so he has to wear them; with hair just starting to curl out of the messy bun Bones had thrown it into in the morning.

It’s a very good thing Jim is currently sitting down, otherwise he’d be close to straight up swooning, even with Bones’ eyes flashing with his temper.

“Bad day?” Jim quips, and gets the full force of Bones’ glare. He merely rolls his eyes and shifts up higher on the couch. “Come sit down and I’ll get you a beer.”

“Don’t need to ask me twice,” Bones practically growls, and throws himself down on the couch just as Jim pushes himself up to retrieve much needed alcohol from the fridge.

It’s a very good thing that Jim knows how to calm the beast.

He passes Bones his beer over the back of the couch and waits until he hears it open before he implements his very scientific findings.

Bones starts to rant, but Jim’s attention is focused on the head in front of him. Carefully, he starts to unwind the elastic in Bones’ hair, humming softly in all the right places whenever Bones pauses in his ranting for a sip of beer or to take a breath.

Jim continues on his self-appointed task, running his fingers through the shoulder-length hair, smoothing out the knots with his fingers before he begins to twist and play with it, braiding and unbraiding strands.

Slowly, the ranting on the couch stops, and Bones slumps back into Jim’s hands.

“Sorry, what was that?” Jim hums with a slight smirk, pulling his hands back.

Bones reaches up and captures Jim’s wrist, pulling it back toward his head. “Don’t you dare stop now,” he mumbles, eyes closed, beer head loosely in his hands.

“If you insist,” Jim laughs and leans down to press a kiss to the top of Bones’ head before he resumes with his boyfriend grooming.

Could Roses Bloom IV

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Time is perhaps one of the biggest enigmas existing in the world.

For how does on define the coming and going of existence? Why is there such a need to take the state of simply being and define it as a comprehensible concept? How is it possible that we have taken something that is limitless and have restrained it to boundaries of words such as decades, years, minutes?

Yet more curiously is perhaps the fact that emotions impact time.

Not time in its pure essence – where an hour is sixty minutes and a minute is sixty seconds – but in the way how one experiences time.

For how can it be that sometimes a year is too short, feels like just a blink of an eye while some moments seem to last an eternity?

In Jim’s life, there are many moments that have since past that he wishes had lasted longer.

Being young, unburdened and free, running down the fields with the grass tickling his toes, Daisy at his heels with the wind rustling through his hair and laughter falling freely from his lips.

Christmas when he was eleven, sitting at grandma Kirk’s feet with Sam and completely enraptured by the photos and stories she shared about their dad, his mother watching them fondly yet with sadness in her eyes.

Leonard dragging him down to humid but beautiful Georgia for a week on a well-deserved break during their second year at the Academy, having bourbon on the patio while Mamma McCoy bakes cobblers in the kitchen and Joanna runs amok in the garden.

They are good memories, treasured moments that Jim wishes could’ve lasted a lifetime.

Yet instead what seems to last a lifetime are the moments which he wishes he could just forget about. Those moments that make him want to take the concept that is time itself and turn it back.

Twelve years old and clinging to Sam’s arm watching as grandma Kirk’s casket is lowered down into a grave on the family grounds, the sun bright and the sky clear in an almost mocking gesture.

Arising from being dead only to learn he’s lost the only father figure he’s ever had, remembering kind words, honest advice and how he’s never said “dad” and that now he never will either.

An “I love you” spilling from his lips, tilting what feels like his entire universe on its axis.

Yet time can not be reversed, memories not be forgotten and emotions can not be unfelt.

He will swallow, ignore the ticking of the clock that dictates time and move on.

Or at least, he tries.

Yet fate will not let him.

For one day over lunch Leonard asks: “Do you ever wish you hadn’t said it?” His eyes down on his plate and eyebrows drawn together into a frown.

Jim’s heart clenches and somewhere in the back of his mind, part of him weeps. “I can’t turn back time, Bones.”

Hesitant, guarded, careful, Leonard looks up. “What if you could?” His voice is a mere whisper yet it’s all Jim hears despite the bustle of the canteen around them.

“Do you wish I hadn’t said it?” Jim asks, his voice shaking and the words like I do not making it past his lips.

“I don’t know.” Leonard says, confused.

Jim looks at him, then.

At the war waging just behind Leonard’s eyes. At the half-smile half-frown that is both fond and affectionate yet fearful and hesitant at the same time.

He thinks of rivers of rain running through muddy sand, of little specks of green and of hope.

And Jim thinks that perhaps, he doesn’t want to turn back time after all.

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@thepinupprincesses asked for a drabble that I love! A reader insert where the reader is Bones sister and she is in love with Jim. 

Pairing: Jim x Reader
Rating: Sweet
Note: I totally went a weird way with it. But it’s super cute I swear! All the fluff! 

First time being home in over ten years and Bones wasn’t the least bit surprised when he saw his sister was waiting for him at the docks. 

“LENNY!” You were a woman in your twenties but in that moment he only saw his baby sister running to him like she did when was much younger. 

“Hey, Kiddo!” He hugged you tightly and as Jim walked down the staircase he watched the interaction with slight confusion. 

“Bones! I thought you were divorced. Who’s this?” The two of you pulled away and you blushed at the sight of Jim. 

Len had talked about him but not once did you even get a glimpse of him and seeing him now in the flesh took your breath away.  

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“And that kids is how I met your father.” You smiled and they rolled their eyes.

“Seriously. It took you an hour to tell us that you met him because of Uncle Lenny.” Your eldest scoffed and walked out the room as the youngest spoke.

“Mind your mother. You two know she likes to talk.” Jim had the oldest under his arm as he walked him back into the din.

“But dad. It took her an hour to tell us something we could have asked you about and you would have given up a single sentence.” Jim shrugged as his son pulled from his arm. 

“So why didn’t you ask me. Or you Uncle?” Jim asked and both the children looked at one another and groaned knowing they made the mistake.

You giggled and held your hand to Jim who walked over and kissed your knuckles. The kids ran out after deciding they wanted to go see if the neighborhood kids would like to play. 

“Be in when the bots start patrol!” Jim yelled after them and you smiled. 

“I remember when Lenny said that to us. We were adults.” You laughed and Jim snorted. 

“Hardly. We were totally a couple of rebellious teenagers. Remember when he tried to deny the fact that we were a couple, then engaged.” You rolled your eyes with laughter. 

Jim pulled you from the chair and spun you around so your back was against his chest as he hugged you snug. 

“When do you leave?” You asked softly and he let out a breath.

“How did you know?”
“Len called before the kids came asking about how we met.” Jim rolled his eyes then turned you into him. 

“In the morning. Before they have to leave for school. I hate explaining to them especially this time.” you nodded knowing all the details thanks to your brother’s phone call.

“Well let’s hope they give you and Len paternity leave.” You smiled up at your husband and his eyes grew in excitement. 

“I’ll be damned.” You both jumped at your brother’s voice.

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“Leonard McCoy! We were having a moment.” You laughed as you walked to your brother and hugged him. 

“I’ll make sure we are here a week early. How long?” You smirked and looked to Jim.

“Eighteen weeks.” 
“Good god woman! Why did you wait so long to tell us?”
“Because she’s showing Bones. She did it with George.” You smiled at the two knowing that Jim would understand more so than your brother.

“You’ve been taking your vitamins right?” You nodded and giggled at yourself glad your brother was going into overly protective brother mood once again.