“You smell nice.” Jim hums.

Bones give a half-hearted grumble as he continues putting away the grocery stuff on the kitchen counter into its respective cabinets. On days when he’s not working the ridiculous shifts at the student health centre, Bones makes good use of his free time to maintain the student apartment which he shares with Jim. It’s a functional system both of them has created: Bones takes care of the grocery, while Jim is in charge of cooking. Both of them take alternate day at doing the dishes because let’s face it, no one likes doing dishes. 

So here stands Bones, trying to make good use of his free time. But a particular Jim Kirk is making it almost impossible to move around because Jim currently has his chin is propped up on Bones’ left shoulder, his strong arms wrapped tightly around Bone’s waist. 

“And you’re not nice. Move.” With a carton of milk in hand, Bones flexes his shoulder so the movement knocks Jim’s chin off his shoulder slightly. 

Jim lets out a soft ’oof’. But instead of letting go, Jim holds Bones closer to himself in a series of shimmying manoeuvre, effectively nuzzling into the cosy soft sweater Bones is currently wearing. 

Smiling contentedly, Jim plants a soft kiss into the crook of Bones’ neck and says, “Always hard to let you go, Bones.”

Bones very nearly drops the carton of milk on the ground.


Hello there, fellow McKirkians. 

I’d like to invite you to Feels Chat 3.0. For those of you familiar with the chat, it’s very similar to ones of the past. The only thing is that I’m not putting the link out there. I want to make sure that people know that this time we’re going to have a few guidelines. 

1. Eighteen and older, please. 

2. Leave the drama at the door. If you have a beef with someone else, please don’t bring it into chat. 

3. We go off topic a lot in the chat and let’s keep in mind that everyone wants to be heard. Please take side conversations outside of Chat. 

4. Have fun!

5. If you do not stick to the guidelines, please know that I reserve the right to ask you to leave and/or send you angsty McKirk fanfic in your inbox. :(

Message me if you want a link to Chat!

Jim finds a secret study room on campus his freshman year. It’s tucked away in the corner so no one else knows about— or so he thought. Slowly he starts noticing things that tell him someone else knows about it. Anatomy lecture handouts left on the study table. Biology notes that can still be seen even though they were erased from the board. Red bull cans and granola bar wrappers in the trash can. One day he comes in to find writing left on the board “If the human heart is so tough and strong, why is it easily broken into pieces? Dammit all.” Jim in a fit of excitement at real, tangible proof of the unknown person he shares a study room with (who he is getting oddly invested in) decides to write back: “Like a glass mosaic, if you put the broken pieces of a heart back together it will be all the more beautiful and function just fine”. Thus begins the messaging back and forth between strangers. At first it’s mostly “who the fuck asked you anyway,” then after a few weeks it’s more like, “I’m studying to be a doctor dammit. I don’t know shit about astrophysics.” Until finally Jim walks in to study one day, and finds his well known stranger smiling at Jim’s last reply.

Jim/Bones AU for harvydnt

Leonard McCoy is a bounty hunter hired to hunt down James Tiberius Kirk, son of decease national hero George Kirk, who is wanted for crimes against the state. Once he catches up to Kirk, rather than bring him in to be charged, he’s told to wait. To keep tabs on him until he’s given further orders. Instead of watching him from afar to make sure he doesn’t take off, as Leonard intends, Kirk approaches him on the street with a flirty smile and introduces himself. He says he figures if he’s gong to be riding his ass he might as well introduce himself.
Kirk - or Jim as he insists Leonard call him - seems content to hang around Leonard, despite being well aware of what he knows Leonard has been hired to do. Jim also suggests they share a hotel room to make it easier for Leonard to keep track of him and Leonard, reluctantly, agrees.
Leonard is hesitant to go to sleep the next few nights, despite the fact that he has Jim securely handcuffed to a radiator. But Jim is there every time he wakes up. (Suspiciously free of the cuffs after the first morning.) Eventually he asks Jim why he doesn’t run, or at least try, and Jim simply shrugs it off, says he enjoys Leonard’s company.
They get to know each other a little as the days go by. Leonard knows better than to get attached to his mark, but he can’t seem to help himself in this case. Something about Jim’s wide blue eyes and dazzling smile has Leonard trusting him more than he probably should. As Jim tells him more and more about himself, he starts to wonder if the crime he’s supposed to bring Jim in for is really as bad as the people who hired him are making it out to be.