sweaty jims

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ACTUAL LONG-SUFFERING SINGLE DAD CHRISTOPHER PIKE

boldlydared  asked:

huffs around like a 3 year old, expecting spock to eventually ask what's wrong.

     it is not that spock finds himself unable to read human social cues,  nor that he cannot match their expressions to their emotions.  his mother is human && he has spent the better part of ten years either on earth or on the enterprise ; he has had more than enough opportunity to practice and to learn.  it is just that,  more often that not,  he finds that it is less complicated to pretend as if he cannot.  if he does not understand the huffing and the sighing and the pointed looks,  then it follows,  logically,   that a more direct approach must be used.  if someone is upset,  they need only to tell him.  until then,  he will carry on with his duties

     he knows better than to expect it to be that simple with jim.  yes,  the captain will crack,  given enough time,  enough space ——– will talk to spock.  but is it wise to continue tapping away at his padd,  to refuse to engage in anything but a professional capacity?  is it wise to act as if he cannot see jim?  he asks himself,  but he does not need to.  

          ❛  captain,  will you join me for lunch?  ❜  

It's All About You - Joe Sugg Imagine (Part Three)

Your heart stopped as your eyes met his blue ones. His mouth was slightly ajar and he was staring directly at you and was dressed in a dashing suit. The music began to play and your palms grew sweaty. Jim noticed Joe was in a trance and followed his gaze to you, as he nudged Joe and suddenly the four boys started singing while Joe snapped back into reality and began catching up with the words. “It’s all about you..It’s all about you baby..” They sang softly into their microphones as the music blasted. All of the boys were singing beautifully and every time you heard Joe’s voice being louder than the other boys, your heart did backflips and fluttered crazily like a butterfly in the summer but it also shattered like glass as you thought about how mad you were at him and how mad you still are.

Everybody was cheering the guys on and Zoe, Tanya and Niomi were squealing and clapping for their boyfriends on stage while you laughed and smiled at the sight of the girls, seeing how proud they were of their boyfriends which honestly made you so happy because you were so happy to see your best friends happy. You were enjoying all of the boys vocals and swayed with the girls, you turned to look back to the stage when your heart suddenly leaped to your throat and instantly sped up as you watched Joe jump off the stage and walk towards you and the dancing girls. He flashed you a soft smile, yet you could see the fear in those eyes of his and the nervousness in his smile as he suddenly stood possibly five steps in front of you and everyone watched before they immediately started to take pictures. Your eyes were locked on Joes and he placed the microphone close to his lips and sang. “Yeah, I would answer all your wishes..If you asked me to..” He grinned before his hand grasped yours and he pulled you closely into his chest and stared deeply into your (your/eye/colour) eyes that widened with shock.

“But if you denied me one of your kisses..I don’t know what I’d do…” He smiled and placed a delicate kiss on the back of your hand before he stood back nervously and gave you a hopeful and happy but sad look and walked back to the stage as you stared at the back of his head feeling everything overwhelm you. What. Just. Happened!? You asked yourself as you suddenly released the breath you didn’t realise you were holding until now. You didn’t know how to feel. Why did he sing that to you? Why did he kiss the back of your hand? What’s going on? Why did he look so happy but sad? You suddenly became lightheaded and excused yourself and you managed to wander out of the building and up a few flight of stairs until you were on the roof of the building.

You wrapped your arms around yourself feeling a cool breeze blow by you. Your head was spinning with curiosity, confusion and a feeling you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t want to leave the performance, you just couldn’t look at him. You felt so strongly for him that your heart ached and cried and broke. You’ve been fighting with him for the last few weeks because he’s been ignoring you and then you decide to show up at the event and manage to make eye contact with him and get serenaded with his heart melting voice and now you stood on top of the thirty storey building roof top, looking out over the city of London.

“You were always one for views..” Your breath caught and you turned around to meet the eyes you fell in love with. Joe was standing there, with a guilty look on his face and his hands buried deeply in his pockets. You somehow managed to forget how to talk and your mind was so muddled you didn’t even know what to say if you could talk so you turned back to the view and closed your eyes. “It’s quite a sight, isn’t it?” Joe asked while he moved towards you. “You look gorgeous tonight..” Joe whispered and you could feels his eyes burn into your skin as your cheeks heated up with a blush as you swallowed the lump in your throat and managed to build up the courage in you to ask. “Joe..Why have you been ignoring me?” You breathed out feeling your shoulders tense as he turned to look at you with sad puppy dog eyes. “(Y/N)..If I tell you..You’ll hate me. You’ll laugh in my face and walk away. You won’t want anything to do with me..And I can’t lose you..” He said quietly and you could hear his voice shake. You were fuming and your blood was boiling.

You instantly turned on your heels and frowned. “I’ll hate you!? Joseph Graham Sugg! For the last five weeks, you’ve been ignoring me! You’ve been ignoring my calls, texts, e-mails, tweets, messages, absolutely god damn everything! And you think if you don’t give me an explanation that I’ll hate you? No Joe. That’s not how it works. I’m absolutely furious! Your my best friend Joe! I was there for you when your goldfish died and I helped make a funeral for him when we were four. I was there when we tried to stay awake for Santa Claus when we we’re seven. I was there for you when you let your stick insects escape and I helped you try and find them! You helped me learn to ride my bike! You helped me with my maths homework! You showed me how to be more confident in myself! I’ve been there for you for everything Joe! And you’ve always been there for me up until five weeks ago when you completely shut me out! You’ve made me feel terrible Joe! You’ve made me feel sh*t! And now your telling me that if you tell me why you’ve been ignoring me, then I’ll hate you?” You ranted out furiously, angrily letting your hands fly everywhere and every now and then hit Joe. You felt tears of frustration hit your eyes while your heart broke into pieces of jagged glass for at least the one hundredth time, you opened your mouth, about to continue when suddenly Joe cupped your cheeks and you could see that tears were flying down his cheeks.

“I love you (y/n). I love you so f*cking much. I couldn’t be around you because every time we were together, Jesus I was falling for you harder each second. I love how you always make me happy. I love how every time you laugh, your head always falls back and you’ve got the biggest smile on your face and your eyes crinkle. I love how you always laugh at horror films. I love how when someone compliments you, you always go pink and look down. You always say thank you but you never believe any of the compliments. Your so beautiful (y/n). You’ve got a heart of pure gold and you’ve made me fall for you. I’ve been ignoring you because every time I saw you, you made my heart do this..” Joe whispered quietly keeping his gaze directly with yours, he took your hand and placed it over his heart which made you gasp because you could feel how fast it was beating. It was beating insanely fast that you couldn’t even count the beats. “And every time I see you..I always have to stop myself from doing so many things..I want to be that guy that holds your hand when you go for walks. I want to be that guy to hold all your shopping bags and wait endless hours in a cramped dressing room area and wait for you to try on clothes after clothes. I want to be that guy you come crying to when your angry or sad. I want to be that guy to watch you walk down the aisle one day and I want to watch you walk up the aisle and I want to be that lucky guy, that gets to change your last name and make you mine by saying I do..don’t you see (y/n)? It’s all about you..It’s always been all about you..I want to show you off to my friends and call you my girl and I want to have a family with you..I’m in love with you (Y/N)..I love you so much..So much so that it would kill me to see you with someone else..“Joe whispered as tears flooded down both of your cheeks.

You didn’t know what to say. You were stuck in your own little world, lost within your thoughts. He loved you. Joe Sugg is in love with you. You’ve been dreaming of this and waiting for this moment practically forever and now it was all coming true. You couldn’t control your rapidly beating heart and the dizziness that overwhelmed you until suddenly a pair of warm, lips pushed against yours. You kept your hand over Joes heart while your other hand moved over Joes hands that were holding your cheeks. Joe managed to slip his tongue into your mouth and you both were kissing. Craving one another’s touch and getting lost within the magical kiss. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long and it felt so amazing, so perfect. You felt like you were floating away into your dream but this was your dream. When you both pulled back, you looked up to Joes eyes and smiled. “Joe Sugg..You may have been ignoring me for the last few weeks and you may have really angered me but I’ve got a secret..” You whispered quietly looking up to his blue eyes deeply and pushed a strand of his hair away from his face and smiled widely up to him and intertwined your fingers with his. “I love you too..”

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Here’s part three which is the ending of this imagine! I hope you enjoyed reading this imagine as much as I really loved writing it! I have another Joe imagine that’s a four part imagine and ready to post and is completed! If you’d like me to post it then I’d have no problem posting it! I also have many more imagines to come if you’d like them! Don’t be afraid to message me and tell me! Thank you so much for your lovely comments! It seriously means the world to me that you all enjoy my writing! All of your messages put a massive smile on my face! So thank you, thank you so so so much! Lots and lots of love! Xxx

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Everyone knows that Leonard McCoy is a grumpy doctor, but that’s really only true when the thermometer plummets downwards in the winter. In the damp heat of summer, he’s got a spring in his step and a whistled tune on his lips.

The first day of June breaks 30 degrees and Bones ruffles Jim’s hair on his way out the door with a bottle of water and a wrapped up sandwich. Jim later discovers he went on an actual picnic with an actual person who isn’t Jim who didn’t have to drag him out the door.

On the hottest day of the year, Jim sweats through his uniform and bitches about the heat while Bones grins and smacks him on the ass three separate times that day. Jim is confused, but not overly concerned. He’s getting used to it.

When the heat lasts well into October and they eat Jim’s Halloween candy in shorts and t-shirts on the steps of their building, Jim realizes he’s grown accustomed to Bones’ constant smile and suggestions of plans.

On the first day the temperature drops below 15 in November, Bones curls up against Jim’s chest and makes it clear he’s not leaving his personal space heater anytime soon. Jim thinks it’s funny how much Bones loves the heat.

Several months later, when the cold is still lingering and so is Bones, Jim realizes that Bones isn’t only in love with the heat.

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Quiet is Violent Tour // Nashville, TN

September 21, 2014

the feeling that surrounds you when all the other mutant kids are screaming the lyrics and crying and sweating and jumping and feeling and living is so hauntingly beautiful and empowering.

so much love.

stay alive |-/

Headcanon

Seb sometimes has nightmares, where he thrashes so hard he tangles himself in the sheets and wakes up feeling suffocated.

The first time it happens, he sits bolt upright, to find a pale Jim watching him awkwardly from the door, a softly spoken ‘I didn’t know what to do’ offered by way of apology. Seb breathes a laugh, forehead sweaty, and gestures for Jim to come back to bed. He buries his face into Jim’s neck and seeks comfort from the mere presence of a live body beside him.

The next time he has a nightmare, he wakes up with his hand being held against a steadily beating heart, and falls back asleep before the screams even have a chance to leave his throat.

Kirk, James T., Captain. Medical Diagnosis: Is in love with Leonard McCoy'

So, I sent Sydney a happy scenario and she wrote an awesome follow up. Awesome enough, it made me want to re-write the happy scenario into a ficlet worthy of her follow-up. I did my best. ;-)

Jim’s been too trying to tell Bones how he feels for far too long now, but every time he tries to say the words, they seem to get stuck in his throat. Literally. Bones had even scanned Jim to make sure he didn’t have some sort of pulmonary inflammation, since every time he’d seen him over the last month, Jim had randomly started coughing and struggling to clear his throat all of a sudden.


That’s what gives Jim the idea, actually. It’s perfect: a way of telling Bones how he feels, without having to say a word. So, one day, Jim hacks into the tricorder systems so Bones’ tricorder will display a particular reading when it scans him. He heads to medbay during gamma shift when he knows things will be slow. He knows Bones is gonna be working. The doctor usually has gamma off, but he likes to work the late shift once in a while so he can keep a handle on how sickbay is functioning at all hours of the day.


Sure enough, when Jim wanders into the medical ward at 0200, he finds Bones in his office, filling out paperwork. There’s a few nurses around, and one ensign from engineering getting her hand wrapped up, but otherwise, sickbay is empty.


“Um, hey Bones,” Jim says, trying to sound normal, though he’s nervous as hell. “I’m feeling kind of…weird. I thought maybe you should check me over?”


Leonard looks up and frowns. But he gets up and crosses the room in a second flat.


“Let’s go into exam one,” he directs, waving Jim over.


“I’m sure everything’s fine,” Jim babbles, starting to rethink his plan.


“Well, you look alright,” Bones acknowledges, after looking him over. “A bit sweaty and flushed, maybe.”


Jim laughs nervously, eyes darting around as he avoids his best friend’s searching gaze.


“But you actually came into medbay of your own free will,” Leonard observes dryly. “That’s strange enough to warrant concern.”


Jim freezes as Bones pulls his tricorder out and runs it up and down Jim’s now tensed frame.


He watches as Bones squints at the tricorder’s reading, seeing the reading he’d rigged the machine to display flashing in his own mind: ‘Kirk, James T., Captain. Medical Diagnosis: Is in love with Leonard McCoy’.


When Bones snaps his head up his face is completely blank.


Jim stares back at him, expression earnest, equal parts terror and hope reflected in his blue eyes.

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