when words aren't enough

cacklecastiel  asked:

McKirk with J please! You're incredible for doing these <3

Ah! Thank you so much! I’m sorry this took me so long. I kept getting distracted by other things and couldn’t justify writing until today. Enjoy!


Usually Leonard is good with words. He’s never been shy about speaking his mind, whether good or bad, and his southern upbringing has given him a thousand and one metaphors for any occasion.

Or, almost any occasion.

There’s no one quite so skilled at leaving Leonard at a loss for words as James Tiberius Kirk. The man can be infuriating, a true reckless idiot. At those times, Leonard knows exactly what to say, exactly how to convey his anger and frustration at always having to patch Jim up after he’s, once again, jumped before looking for a place to land.

It’s when Jim does something truly unexpected, like now, that Leonard’s rendered speechless.

“Bones?” Jim asks softly, uncertainty in his voice. “Is it okay? You know, if you don’t like it we can always-”

Leonard lets out a soft growl and turns toward Jim, reaching for him. He tangles his fingers in the hair at the back of Jim’s head and pulls him forward for a hard kiss. Their lips crash together, and Leonard’s heart pounds in his chest. He tries to pour all his overwhelming feelings into the pressure of his lips against Jim’s, into the slide of their lips and the hot breath that fans over Jim’s lips when Leonard has to pull back for a panting breath.

Closing his eyes, he presses his forehead against Jim’s, collecting himself. “It’s perfect,” he whispers, and opens his eyes to meet Jim’s with a smile. “More than perfect. It’s…Jim…”

Leonard sighs in exasperation and settles for kissing Jim again instead of flapping his lips like an idiot when words clearly weren’t enough.

in case you’re wondering about that Treasure Planet au, aside from Croc as Silver and Luffy as Jim, these are the roles i’ve decided

  • Robin is Captain Amelia
  • Franky is Doctor Doppler
  • Makino is Jim’s mom
  • a baby bananagator blob for Morph
  • Daz is Mr. Arrow (Daz won’t die in this au i refuse)
  • Brook for B.E.N.
  • and idk maybe Kuro for Scroop

i have no plans to really continue this au but i figure there were people wondering about the rest of the characters so here u go

perhaps;

I finally get my long train trip home but I don’t find my mind wandering as it usually does. For the last few days I have been sitting in front of a blank word document typing and deleting, typing and deleting until I forgot what it was that I wanted to get across.

My failure to put these feelings into words or rather my lack of feelings is steadily taking over my thought processes until all I want to do is sit down and write it all out: the fact that I am not missing a friendship that I once held so dear, and the fact that my home is no longer where my heart is, to write out the fact that every day I see myself changing to suit my surroundings and it scares me. Perhaps my failure to articulate these feelings is due to my lack of understanding and insight on these subjects, perhaps they surprise and shock me as much as they do anybody else.

Perhaps this is just a phase. Perhaps I can’t bring myself to worry about these things because despite it all I know God is on my side and he is carrying all these cares for me.

Perhaps this is something all the little birdies go through when they finally leave the nest. Perhaps my disinterest in this subject is causing my words to come out jumbled.

Perhaps this post came out exactly the way I intended all those other posts to be, depicting my whirlwind of emotions or perhaps my life just isn’t supposed to be made sense of.

But sometimes I like writing things out so that I can understand them better, so that in the future I can look back and realise that there was a reason I am right where I am in life, that this is where I stand and why.

I did this for me and I realised that if I want to post nonsensical jumble like the fluff above then I can. I lost the purpose of this a long time ago but I am pretty sure I just found it; this is about me not you or the fact that you don’t like the way in which I put my feelings into words. You have the option of reading this but I don’t have the option of feeling it.