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
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.
is perhaps one of the biggest enigmas existing in the world.
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?
more curiously is perhaps the fact that emotions impact time.
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.
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?
Jim’s life, there are many moments that have since past that he wishes had
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.
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.
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
are good memories, treasured moments that Jim wishes could’ve lasted a
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.
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.
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.
love you” spilling from his lips, tilting what feels like his entire universe
on its axis.
time can not be reversed, memories not be forgotten and emotions can not be unfelt.
swallow, ignore the ticking of the clock that dictates time and move on.
at least, he tries.
fate will not let him.
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.
heart clenches and somewhere in the back of his mind, part of him weeps. “I
can’t turn back time, Bones.”
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.
you wish I hadn’t said it?” Jim asks, his voice shaking and the words like
I do not making it past his
don’t know.” Leonard says, confused.
looks at him, then.
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
thinks of rivers of rain running through muddy sand, of little specks of green
and of hope.
Jim thinks that perhaps, he doesn’t want to turn back time after all.
@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.
“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.
“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.
So I’m looking up photo references of Carl Urban for one of my sketchy sketchy celebration requests and look who shows up in the images…spn is everywhere. Even when we want to show some love to our other fandoms SPN drag us back in!