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things have changed for me

This is nowhere near as good as the perfection from @jiilys and @alrightpotter but this was still super fun to write.


James Potter to but does Buzzfeed know which friends character it is in five random questions: approximately how many jelly beans are too many

James Potter: because I bought all of the bags in the store

Sirius Black: enough to fill a car?

James Potter: I think it’ll be enough to fill Claire

Sirius Black: “riding claire” wasn’t even funny the first time prongs

Remus Lupin: wouldn’t it be “riding in claire”??

Sirius Black: #exposed

James Potter: #blocked


Peter Pettigrew to i’m lizzie bennet and sirius black is way hotter than darcy: I don’t think this is going to work

Peter Pettigrew: and even if it does, will people even watch it?

Sirius Black: people watched it on the middle

Remus Lupin: you’re the only person on earth who watches the middle

James Potter: does anyone even watch our regular videos

Peter Pettigrew: true

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anonymous asked:

Can you write something about Jim spending the night with a girl, intending it to be a one night stand, but he can't get her out of his head and makes every guy she flirts with afterwards disappear. And tries to get her to be his s/o because he doesn't want to share her.

“It was a nice evening, Lewis.”, you smiled at the guy in front of you, a tall handsome man you met a few days ago.

You really meant it. The two of you went to a local bar and on a walk. Talked about your wishes and dreams for the future and had a few good laughs.

This wasn’t usually the type of dating you were used to. Dating itself wasn’t even something you’ve tried out in a proper way. Work and schedule have always been in your way so that casual hook-up’s became something you considered more often than starting a serious relationship.

But now you really had the feeling that this could lead somewhere.

After saying goodbye your date waved as he walked down the street you lived on. Waving back at him you pursued opening the door to your building. Just as you had turned the keys you could hear a man’s scream. Immediately you stopped what you were doing and quickly stepped back on the pavement to see what was going on. Your date had vanished and you could only hear a car’s wheels turning quickly as it rushed out of sight.

Not being able to move from the shock you stood still in the middle of the sidewalk, your keys still in your hand. A person you knew had just kidnapped in front of your eyes. A person had just been kidnapped in front of your eyes.

Now it struck you. You had to do something. Grabbing your phone you stared at its screen. Who should you call? The police? You didn’t get to see the car’s registration number. But at least you could give them the name of the person you were sure was now missing. Or Lewis’ phone? Yes, there was a possibility that the police could trace him by the in-coming calls to his mobile.

While you were thinking you completely ignored the sound of a car pulling up beside you. Only when you heard the door of it slam you turned around.

A man was slowly approaching you. His step had a slight swing to it and his moves were smooth just as his voice when he began talking to you.

“Hello.”, he said with a crocked smile and leaned his head to the side as he walked up to you, only standing still as he was a not more than a step away.

Still under a strain because of what had just happened you didn’t answer.

“Y/N, do you remember me at all?”, he asked while fixating you with his dark eyes.

You did.

Jim, that was the name he’d told you when you first met. It must’ve been a few months ago at an upper class party your friend took you to. Usually those were filled with nothing but old millionaires, pretentious designers, rude journalists and gold-diggers. But this time an elegant and polite man had approached you.

The rest that went down that night was something you had kept to yourself and labelled it as the usual one-night-stand.

Never would you’ve thought that Jim would creep up in your life again.

Yes, you did remember him. And now you started remembering what he’d told you about himself that one night. It wasn’t much to work with but when you recalled it the situation you found yourself in right now made more sense to you than before he had appeared.

Jim told you that he had an immense power. That he ran his own business and that he worked with people against people.

Nothing particularly alarming if you didn’t think about it more closely.

“I do remember, yes.”, you finally answered.

“Oh, good good.” Jim slid both of his hand in his pockets and looked at the ground as he proceeded talking.

“See, I remember you too. I also remember enjoying your company. It was” He looked at you “enjoyable.” Keeping looking at you he moved his left hand out of the pocket to slowly take your phone out of your hand.

“Naturally I am kind of disappointed that you’re now here with that…Lewis guy.” Jim began inspecting your phone in a closer way as if it was something he was seeing for the first time, while still speaking to you.

“You must know that if I like something I tend to get it. And as a matter of fact I also don’t like to share what I want to have.” His eyes looked straight into yours again.

Knowing what he was hinting at you nodded. You decided that the smartest thing to do in a moment like that was not to disagree. Any kind of unwise behaviour could provoke a spontaneous reaction from his side. He knew your date’s name and who knew what else. And you didn’t know what this person was capable of doing.

A quick look at his car showed that he wasn’t alone. Jim noticed your glance and turned around in a dramatic way while making a big gesture towards the vehicle.

“Oh don’t mind them. They’re…friends. They could become your friends too if you’d care to join me.” His almost sulking facial expression soon changed when you didn’t answer.

“Because if you don’t they might not be that friendly to you anymore. I keep my boys well trained, you must know. A word from me and they will catch the ball to get a treat. So don’t be like that. That’s not nice. I know you can be nicer.” He extended his hand as an invitation for you to grab it.

Not having any real choice you took it which caused Jim to smile.

“Good girl.”

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Savior complex

Warning/s: Non-explicit sex.

Summary: The Court of Owls is overworking Ed. Jim notices and feels compelled to do something about it.


Edward was looking tired these days. What exactly the Court was subjecting him to, Jim didn’t know; he just knew the more time Ed spent in the company of the Court, the deeper the lines beneath his eyes grew, turning black with smudges of blue.

He had more important things to focus on than the health of a man who had voluntarily given himself to the Court of Owls, but he couldn’t bring himself not to check on Ed at least once every couple of days, just to make sure he was still in decent health.

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Smalltown Girl: Jerome x Reader

~LucieBell

*The brilliant plot for this came from @becausewckd . When Bruce’s cousin comes to Gotham for a few months in search of a change of scene, it isn’t long before the reader receives the bit of excitement they’ve been searching for.*

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anonymous asked:

AU where Jim is fighting in WW2 and becomes critically injured and Bones is the war doctor who saves him against all odds

Oh my God anon you have no idea how much I have been wanting this after seeing Hacksaw Ridge. 

  • Jim’s enthusiasm about being a soldier falters the first death he sees. It’s right next to him, too. Jim listens to one of Pike’s orders, and then in the blink of an eye the guy next to him tumbles down; his weight falling against Jim and toppling him over. Maybe beneficial, too, because a sea of bullets go over his head. Many other bodies drop down around him, and everything stinks of ash, old blood, and God knows what else. Another guy falls down next to him. Alive, this time, but he doesn’t look too good. “Medic!” Jim calls out loudly, and soon enough, a medic kneels down in front of Jim. Bright white medical sticker on his helmet, and while the medic focuses on saving this guy’s life, Jim reaches out to take that sticker off. “What are you-” “They go after medics first,” Jim says, “carrying a sticker like that is like carrying a bullseye.” Briefly, the doctor glances at him. Face dirty, covered in ash, tired eyes. Still a handsome face underneath all that. “Thank you,” the medic says eventually, and then nods, “I got him. Be careful out there,” he says, and Jim nods.
  • He sees Bones again at the end of the day. Or maybe the next day. Everything is kind of a blur. Jim is exhausted, but he’s okay. He’s alive, which is a big thing considering the fact that the US completely lost the battle and had to retreat. At least for now. He’s back at their camp, taken a quick, cold shower, and falls down on his bunk bed. He’s trying to close his eyes, but it’s all gunfire and screams when he does. So instead, he glances at the man who lies down next to him. The medic. Also showered, but not shaved. There’s a clear stubble on his cheeks. “Hey, doc. You made it,” Jim says, and the other glances at him. “It’s McCoy. Leonard.” He says, turning his face to look at Jim. He briefly narrows his eyes and looks at Jim, like he’s trying to remember him, but those eyes are a dead giveaway. “How are you holding up?” Leonard asks, “I’ve seen a lot of good men go a little crazy out there.” “I’m fine,” Jim says. “You ready to go back out there in the morning?” “Yeah,” Jim replies, “I mean, what choice do we have? Gotta defeat the Japanese somehow.” Leonard huffs a little, smiling lightly. “War’s almost over in Europe, I heard,” Leonard says, “reckon we’re not far off, either. Til that time, try not to get hurt, okay? Not a lot of medics left to save your handsome ass.” He adds, and Jim smiles. “Same to you, doc. Be careful out there.”
  • They just keep running into each other. Jim catches another man who’s lost most of his leg. And he calls out for a medic while tying his leg up to stop him from going into immediate shock. Bones sits down next to him a few seconds later. “I got him.” He sees Leonard a couple more times. Tirelessly saving people’s lives, and every time he finds Leonard alive, it’s a blessing.
  • They hole up together for a night, quietly talking about their lives back in the US. Bones says he has nothing to live for, being divorced from his wife and having no custody over his kid whatsoever. Jim doesn’t have anything in particular either, besides maybe his mom. They bond over missing that real American bourbon, and then Jim keeps watch while Bones sleeps for a few hours. The battle ground is so quiet, it’s incredibly eerie with a layer of smoke and fog covering the grounds, making both allies and enemies completely invisible.
  • The Japanese catch them completely by surprise at the crack of dawn, and the whole battlefield turns red in this unfair fight. Jim doesn’t even know who’s who anymore. He’s lost Leonard somewhere, people are falling back, and he doesn’t even know how he makes his way back to Pike, but he does. “What are we doing?” Jim shouts over the sound of gunfire. “We gotta fall back!” Pike says, nudging Jim backwards. 
  • When he makes his way back to the main camp, Jim drops down on one of the beds and he smiles when Uhura approaches him. “Aren’t you a light in the darkness,” Jim says, and Uhura throws him a smile. “D'you need anything?” She asks, and Jim shakes his head. “Have you seen Leonard?” “No,” Uhura says, “If he’s alive, I’m sure he’ll be back in soon.” “If he’s alive? You know how to be optimistic,” Jim huffs, running a hand through his hair. “I think we’ve both seen enough bodies to stop being optimistic here,” Uhura says, briefly resting her hand on Jim’s leg, and then she walks off to assist other soldiers where she can.
  • Leonard isn’t back come nightfall, and Jim fears for the worst. He’s checked all the dead bodies they’ve brought back, but Leonard isn’t among them. He finds out come morning that Leonard has been up all night rescuing survivors. When he sees Leonard again, he looks exhausted. Like he can barely stand on his legs, and Jim pulls him down on the ground. “Jesus, Leonard, how are you still standing?” Jim asks, and Leonard shrugs. “Gotta bring everyone home,” Leonard says. “You okay?” “Yeah,” Jim says. “Good,” Bones replies, “I’ll see you later.”
  • But then Jim gets hurt. He doesn’t know exactly what happens - he turns around just one second and a grenade explodes behind him. Jim hits the ground, and he’s passed out for a while. When he wakes up, he tastes blood in his own mouth, Pike is kneeling down next to him and Jim vaguely registers him calling out for a medic. Jim looks up at him, watching Pike press down his hands on Jim’s side to stop the bleeding. Leonard kneels down next to him, and he throws Jim a faint smile. “Hang in there, James,” Leonard tells him, “I’m gonna get you home, and you’re gonna show me Riverside. Okay? I’m gonna bring you home.” Jim listens to Leonard speak, and he smiles faintly. “You wanna see Iowa?” He asks, relaxing when Leonard injects morphine into his body. “Yeah,” Leonard says, “You gotta show me all of it, Jim. Just hang in there a little longer.“ 
  • The way back to America is kind of a blur. Jim is constantly in and out of consciousness, and he spends another two months at least just for surgeries and recovery. He doesn’t really see Leonard at all during that time, doesn’t even know if he’s alive at all. But finally, after three months of recovering at home with his mom (– which, bless her heart, is definitely driving Jim nuts), Jim looks up when when a car pulls up on his driveway. He’s sitting on his porch, enjoying that quiet, Iowa summer, though he still hears the bombs and gunfires in his head sometimes. Leonard gets out of the car, and Jim gets up slowly. “Hey, stranger,” Leonard calls out and Jim grins because he looks so absolutely incredible with that five o'clock shadow and a tight shirt that’s not a uniform. “Leonard,” Jim says, calling his name out like a sigh. He steps off his porch, and Leonard approaches him. “Comin’ here to take a look at my battle scars?” Jim asks, lifting up his shirt to show the ugly scars on his side and his stomach. “I don’t mind you shirtless, but I didn’t come looking at those scars,” Leonard says, and Jim can’t help but smile. Then, he pulls Leonard into a hug; tight and like he’s trying to tell himself that this is really happening. This is actually Leonard. He’s okay. “You look a lot better when you’re not covered in ash and blood,” Jim says when he lets go, and Leonard laughs. “You too,” he replies, “I wasn’t sure I’d see you again. You were in a pretty rough shape.” Jim shrugs at that, sliding an arm around Leonard’s shoulder to pull him towards the house. “I had a good medic,” Jim says, and Leonard smiles. But before Jim can drag him up the porch, Leonard pulls him in and kisses him. Just briefly, and Jim wishes it had been longer, because for the first time since his return he just forgets about all the things on his mind and he just pleasantly blanks out with Leonard’s lips against his own. When Leonard pulls away, he gives Jim a small grin. “Are you gonna give me a tour of the house?” He asks, and Jim nods. “How ‘bout we start with the bedroom?”
|| Running in Blood ||

Jim looked at the woman to his left in the car, his hands dealing with the steering wheel in front of him as he navigated through traffic. They’d lost the police but they couldn’t be out in the open much longer. 

“You just had to go and kill him in a public park, did you?” His voice was low and annoyed, but he was clearly not entirely focused on her enough to portray his anger. They were both still covered in blood, mostly due to Molly’s poor planning, but that was to be dealt with later.

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Renee: Darling, I’m sure he didn’t mean to say grandson.
Anita: Don’t humour me, darling. I know what I heard. And his face the second after he said it…he realised he’d screwed up big time. God, what a moron. It’s like asking someone if they’re pregnant. It’s just something you don’t do. What do they teach kids these days? I despair, honestly.
Renee: There you go. He was just a kid. You know how anyone above the age of thirty looks like a geriatric to generation xyz or whatever they’re called these days. You shouldn’t take these things to heart. You know you don’t look a day over 35.
Anita: That’s so sweet of you to say darling, but I was looking a bit haggard. I didn’t have any makeup on and I’d been bawling my eyes out for 24 hours over Joël so my face was probably all puffy as well. I must have looked like the The Wreck of the Hesperus.
Renee gives her a commiserative smile and pats her leg. They sip their wine.
Renee: Cute barman.
Anita: Stop it.
The little wine bar where Anita has asked Renee to meet her is all but deserted on a Monday night. Unfortunately Renee has to go after only two drinks, she’s got a big job in Riverview tomorrow and has to get up early. Anita says glumly she should be getting home too, Jim will probably have patrol cars out looking for her if she’s out any later than 9 o'clock.
Renee: When does he retire?
Anita: In three weeks.
Renee: Well, that gives you three weeks to have some fun. Shall I call you tomorrow? It’s Ladies’ night at The Shamrock Bar tomorrow.
Anita: I don’t want to have fun. I just want to have Joël.

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anonymous asked:

Mckirk: Leonard having to be sedated, but he's freaking out about and Jim being there to hold his hand. If it isn't too much to ask, I'd love for it to be through the entire like sedation process, you know like how you see on youtube and stuff. I just think a slowly being drugged, slurring and droopy eyed Bones would be adorable.

“They are not sticking that in me!”

“Bones, it’s perfectly safe-”

“The hell it is. I don’t trust needles-”

“He’s a doctor, I promise,” Jim whispers to the nurse, who’s starting to look progressively fed up with the entire process. “Bones, calm down.” He reaches out to pat the back of Bones’ wrist and suddenly finds his hand clenched in a death grip.

“Don’t let them do it, Jim,” Bones orders, his eyes wild, and the nurse chooses this moment to step in. 

“Sir, we’re going to have to start prepping for the procedure now,” she says, and injects Bones’ IV line before he has a chance to argue back. “We’ll give him five minutes,” she informs Jim. “Keep him calm.”

“Will do,” Jim says cheerfully, and she leaves.

“Et tu, Brute?” Bones asks darkly as soon as the door closes, thumping his head back on the gurney. “This sucks. You suck. Suuuuuck.” His words are already slurring a bit, and Jim takes a second to be mildly impressed. He stealthily tries to retrieve his hand, only to find that Bones’ fingers are locked tight around his, like he’s forgotten how to open his hand.

"I’ll buy you ice cream once it’s over,” Jim says bracingly. “It’s a simple surgery, Bones. You said it yourself.”

“On paper. Everything looks…..looks worse from down here. Shinier……" Bones blinks slowly up at the ceiling, his eyes sliding in and out of focus. "Huh.”

“See you later, Bones,” Jim says, and Bones begins to snore.

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Send me a number + a pairing/fandom and I’ll write you a drabble!

27. “i’m a runaway bride/groom and you’re driving my getaway car”

((A/N: I was literally thinking about something like this all day at work so this definitely owes something to this song right here.))

Jim tried his hardest to look nonchalant, but it was difficult to seem like you were just an ordinary guy minding your own business when you were wearing a rented tux with a boutonniere affixed to your lapel and skulking through the shrubbery.

He didn’t know what the issue was. Just, all of a sudden, sitting in the narthex of the church and listening to the chatter of his ushers, he’d been struck with an overwhelming thought, the same words running through his mind over and over again:

I can’t do this.

Sam probably assumed he was just going to get a drink of water or use the bathroom or throw up or something; anyway, he hadn’t said anything when he saw Jim head into the hallway. But instead of going somewhere expected, he’d slipped through the kitchen and out the back door.

Part of him felt guilty. Carol was a nice girl; they’d known each other for years, their fathers had served together, but Jim didn’t really want to spend the rest of his life with her. They’d been pressured into this by his mother and her father. Jim figured it was better to leave now, before they actually committed themselves, than to wait until the process would be drawn-out and expensive.

He shed his tuxedo jacket and dropped it into the depths of the bushes, then emerged onto the sidewalk and began walking as quickly and casually as he could, not really sure where he was going as long as it was away from the church. He couldn’t go back to his mom’s house, he knew that, but he at least had his wallet, so he’d be okay for a while. Maybe he would stop at an ATM and withdraw as much as he could from his bank account, so it wouldn’t be so easy to trace him. Yeah, that sounded good.

Maybe he would join the Navy. That was starting to have its merits, too.

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The boys of the San Francisco orphanage were not afraid. 

Sure, they didn’t have parents, they were often forgotten and they were at the mercy of Mr. Komack, the worst of the orphanage supervisors, but they had the best protectors.

Leo or Bones as Jim called him, was the oldest in the orphanage and took to being the older brother of the group. He was the one who demanded Komack feed them, patched up bruises and scraped knees and tucked each boy into bed at night. 

Jim, his best friend, was just a few years younger and still older than most of the other boys. He was also a troublemaker, who was going to Bones grey hairs at age sixteen and probably drive him to drink. Jim spent most of his times devising a way to escape from the orphanage and making Komack’s blood pressure rise. He also was more often than not the one who got punished, thrown in a small storage closet with no lights or windows. Bones would usually distract Komack after twenty minutes and the other kids would stage a breakout but the supervisor’s ire was still there. 

No matter what he did, Bones loved Jim. Loved him fiercely. It was the only thing that kept him around, even though he dreamed of walking out for good and never coming back. And Bones was everything to Jim too. Everything except for the the hole in his heart he had when he saw prospective parents come look at the younger boys. He was never good enough to warrant that sort of visit. Nobody wanted a damaged thirteen- year-old. 

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The first time Leonard McCoy meets James Tiberius Kirk he is stumbling through some damn field of corn/wheat/whatever the fuck it is, in the middle of bumfuck nowhere because his car broke down. He nearly steps on the damn kid who is bruised, and laying on the ground with a leather jacket balled up under his head. Mechanic Jim offers to help with the car and surgeon Bones patches him up.

Leonard kicks irritably at the wheat trying to plaster itself against his pant leg, scattering bits of grain and grass everywhere and accomplishing nothing but making himself sneeze.

“Shit,” he splutters, blindly forging on through the dust cloud. “Fuck,” he reiterates, squinting through streaming eyes at the farm in the distance. Behind him, his Taurus is all but a smoking heap of junk on the side of the road, making mournful honking noises because somehow he managed to trigger the alarm by popping open the hood.

This isn’t happening, he tells himself, because this is something that only happens to unfortunate protagonists in the beginning of terrible movies, and not to small-town doctors on his way to a big conference that could potentially change his life.

“This is bullshit!” he proclaims to the annoyingly blue sky. “Fucking-”

“Pipe down, will ya?” says the wheat field at his feet, and Leonard stumbles backwards in shock, nearly falling flat on his ass. 

“What the-” He didn’t even see the guy there at first, some kid lounging on his back in the middle of the field, his head resting on a bunched up leather jacket and his hands folded serenely over his stomach. “What the hell?”

“I was napping,” the kid says reproachfully, peering up at him with bright blue eyes. His face looks lopsided, half of it covered in bruises and dried blood. Leonard scowls down at him, recognizing the signs of a bar brawl when he sees one. The last thing he needs in his life is some country punk who doesn’t know how to guard his face properly.

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