#nessa look

I am so on board srsly. 

Bones never found himself attracted to masculine features. Sure, Jim is all-round attractive, but it’s never a physical attribute that stands out to him, more the man behind these good looks. That is, until he doesn’t see Jim for a week or two. Because York Town is reserved for Joanna, and when they fly out again, life sort of just gets in the way of being close to Jim until their first conference meeting.

Jim arrives late, as usual, because that’s never anything new. He walks into the room while Bones is mid-sentence, explaining the new medical report to the rest of the staff. And when Jim walks in, Bones is instantly distracted because what is that? It’s not a full beard, at all. Just a slightly messy, longer than strictly-allowed scruff, and there’s a slight grey peering through, and it’s the most mesmerizing thing besides those icy blue eyes. Bones doesn’t even realize he’s stopped speaking, until Uhura nudges his side gently. “Doctor? You were saying?” Clearing his throat, Bones looks away and focuses on his PADD instead. “Right,” he says, “let’s continue.”

Jim knows. He absolutely knows. Maybe not immediately, but after the second time Jim catches Bones staring, that ego just kind of oozes off of him. Smug grin, his own fingers lazily scratching that perfectly unkempt scruff. He’s purposely trying to draw Bones’ attention now, and Bones does his best to ignore it.

“Doctor McCoy,” Jim says when everyone gets up to leave, and the way he says it just sends shivers down Bones’ spine, “stay for a bit? I missed the introduction of your medical update.” “Since when do you care?” Bones counters, “it’s not like you actively read my reports-” “Just fucking stay,” Jim interrupts him, and Uhura snorts at that. “I’ll let Spock know you’re delayed,” she tells Jim. Bones watches her leave, then his attention turns back to Jim. “What was that all about?” “I could ask you the same question,” Jim replies, just casually leaning back in his chair, and he looks at Bones so fondly despite a cocky smile. “C’m here,” Jim continues, getting up and leaning in to press a kiss to Bones’ lips, “I missed you.” “You missed your razor, too,” Bones points out, and Jim laughs. “You dig it,” he replies, and Bones opens his mouth to protest that, but honestly, he can’t. Because it’s true, he absolutely digs it. And pretty quickly, Bones finds those lips on his neck, warm hands pushing up his shirt. “No medical update, then?” Bones asks, a little breathlessly, and Jim laughs. “Since when do I care?” 

So, Bones is into that beard. He’s really, really into it. Enough to endure heated makeout sessions in the turbo lift, or to allow Jim to interrupt Bones in his office. Hell, even on the Bridge. Skipping lunch is something Bones is generally quite opposed to, but hey, if there’s ever a reason to skip lunch, it’s because his already attractive boyfriend suddenly amped up looking even more attractive. Jim loves it, too, smug as ever about this newfound passion he didn’t even know could be improved in the first place.

But Bones isn’t the only one who thinks Jim looks great this way. Cadets are flirting with him more, and though Jim likes the attention, he’s never particularly interested in any crew members, besides Bones. When they make a stop on a planet barely bigger than Riverside, containing nothing more than a few houses, a bar and a refuel station, Jim finds himself getting attention from the locals, too.

Bones isn’t a jealous person. Because, really, Jim and himself are steady. Exclusive, and have been for a while now. And Bones is used to Jim getting attention. But that doesn’t mean he likes it when men, women, and aliens hit on Jim just while the two of them are quietly enjoying a drink in the bar; be it on the Enterprise of anywhere else. And after the so many'th girl approaching Jim, that Bones just leans in and kisses him right in front of her. “What happened to ‘discreet in public’?” Jim asks. “To hell with that,” Bones says, and Jim grins. “To hell, indeed.”

Passengers AU, with some necessary changes to make it less cringe (can’t say I enjoyed it a lot, but… McKirk, ok)

Being abruptly woken up is terrifying. Jim is disoriented; struggling to breathe properly and have his eyes adjust to the light around him. “Welcome, Jim Kirk,” the hologram of a woman rings in his ears, “we hope you’ve slept well. When you’re ready, please find your room on the upper decks. A crew member will be there to assist you, if necessary.” Jim barely takes any of that in. He’s finally awake, though it feels like he went to sleep only a few minutes ago. He steps out of his cryobed and looks around; the other passengers still seemingly asleep, but he doesn’t think about it and instead finds his way to his room. It’s huge, luxurious, with a kingsize bed bigger than he’s ever seen. He’s definitely not complaining, and resists the urge for an immediate nap after having been asleep for so long already. So rather, he showers and gets dressed into something comfortable, then makes his way to the bar.

“Where is everybody?” he asks the bartender. “Around, surely,” the bartender replies, “whiskey?” “Yes, please,” Jim says, looking around curiously. When the bartender serves him his drink, Jim takes an eager sip. He’s neither hungry nor thirsty, yet it feels like he hasn’t eaten in years. Which, technically, is true. “So how long until we arrive?” Jim asks curiously. “Oh, 90 years, 2 weeks, and 3 days,” the bartender replies. Jim sips his drink, again, and only then realizes what the bartender is saying. “What?” “90 years, 2 weeks-” “No, I heard,” Jim says, “but what?”

Initially, being alone isn’t so bad. Jim gets to explore the areas of the ship that are otherwise off limits even to gold members such as himself. But after a few days, it gets boring. The only one he can talk to is his bartender, Scotty, and Scotty’s a robot. After weeks, or months (who knows at this point?), Jim stops caring about his appearance, because he’s alone, anyway. Often walking around naked or in pajamas because it’s comfortable. Often eating in Scotty’s presence so that he has someone to talk to. Stops shaving until he’s got a decent beard. But then, when he wanders around aimlessly in his pajamas, Jim suddenly becomes very aware of a continuous banging on one of the crew doors. And when he peaks through the small window, there’s another guy there. Awake. “Holy shit,” Jim mutters to himself, then tries to open the door from the outside, but to no avail. Not without any proper tools, anyway. So he breaks into the engineering rooms, finding whatever tools he deems useful, and after hours, the door finally breaks. “Oh, thank God,” he hears the other man say, and Jim finds himself pulled into a brief hug, “I thought I was going to starve to death.” “Are you okay?” “No,” the other says, “I woke up way too early. The door to the rest of the ship was locked, I had to live on whatever emergency rations were stashed here just in case, and I ran out nearly 4 days ago.” “Jesus,” Jim says, grabbing the stranger’s arm, “let me take you the canteen, then.”

Leonard McCoy, or Bones, is fascinating. A doctor, whose cryobed somehow also malfunctioned, a month or so after Jim’s did. Jim makes sure he’s properly fed, and then just doesn’t leave the guy alone, because Jim’s attention starved. No matter how much he likes Scotty, it doesn’t beat a real human being. And after Bones has showered and slept, and eaten properly, he looks damn handsome, too. Jim starts making an effort again, and takes Bones out on the ship to explore it together. Bones loves the swimming pool and the cinema, and, of course, the bar. He spends a lot of time in the med bay, too, catching up on crew profiles and any recent Earth studies they’ve received.

Jim is just completely smitten and doesn’t even know what to do with himself around Bones. Normally, flirting isn’t such a problem, but he feels a bit rusty after so long. So rather, he decides to take him on some romantic date idea. “C'mon,” he says, dragging Bones out of his research on how to put both of them back to sleep. That can wait, after all. He takes Bones to a special airlock, pointing at the astronaut suits. “They have these specially build, with a safety cord,” Jim says, “I went floating outside once to check it out.” “Are you insane?” Bones replies, and that’s… not quite what Jim was expecting. “It’s safe, Bones.” “You’re floating. In space. In a suit with limited oxygen,” Bones stresses, “only connected to the ship with a measly safety cord? Are you crazy?” “I thought it’d be fun,” Jim says. “That’s your definition of fun?!”

So, that didn’t work as expected. Jim is a little disappointed Bones doesn’t even want to try it out; and instead has to listen to the other list the dangers of space for what feels like hours. No matter, though, because when they arrive in the bar, Bones’ mood is considerably better. And afterwards, Jim walks him back to his room. He’s never actually been there, and when he does, he knows why. The crew cabins are considerably smaller, and Bones’ room contains at least 4 beds where otherwise other crew members would have slept. “Why are you staying here, man?” Jim asks, “you can have whatever room you want. Come check out mine, maybe it’ll change your mind.” And so he brings Bones to his room. His spacious, split level room with his own bar and cleaning robot. Despite that, though, it’s still incredibly messy, and he can feel Bones’ eyes judge him while Jim hastily cleans up some of his clothes from the floor. “Why do you even need all this space?” Bones asks, and Jim shrugs. “Y'know, to impress a handsome guest coming over,” he says. Bones’ expression softens, and Jim instantly feels more relaxed knowing Bones hasn’t rejected that comment. “Yeah? You always leave your room so messy for your handsome guests to see?” Bones asks, and Jim shrugs lightly. “Only you.” “Oh, I feel so special,” Bones replies. “You should be, because you are,” Jim says. And that works. Because Bones leans in to kiss him, and it’s the most wonderful thing in the world. Or, the second most wonderful thing, because Bones’ hands sneaking under his shirt while they find their way to Jim’s bed is even better.

Things get so much better from then on. Because no one is around, that means no one stops them from having sex pretty much anywhere. Jim falls rapidly more in love with this grumpy doctor. But then the ship malfunctions. Apparently, being hit by a meteoroid caused the ship to malfunction, waking Jim and Bones up sooner than expected, and the ship continues to shut down in several places. Lights flicker repeatedly, and after a blaring alarm, they find out the engine is close to overheating.

Consulting the engineering manuals, they find out there’s a safety latch outside the ship that can help the engine from overheating, but that requires actually going out there. Bones is already panicking about that before Jim suggests putting on the suit and going out there. The prospect of the whole ship potentially overheating and blowing up is enough of a reason for Bones to let Jim go outside, but only barely so.

“Are you okay?” Bones asks into the communication system when he hears Jim struggling outside. “Yeah, zero gravity’s a little difficult to work with,” Jim replies, “the latch is stuck.” “I’m near the engine room,” Bones says, “it doesn’t look good, Jim.” “Way to put more pressure on me. I’m trying my best here,” Jim replies. “Try harder,” Bones says, and Jim huffs. He tugs and pulls at that stupid latch, until it finally opens - and the sudden blast of hot air shooting outside sweeps Jim off his feet. The cord keeping him attached to the ship tightens around his waist, and then snaps. “Bones,” Jim calls out while he’s spinning uncontrollably through space, “Bones, I’m in trouble.” “You did it!” Bones calls out. “Bones,” Jim stresses, “the cord broke, I can’t get back.” “What?” “I can’t get back inside.” “Are you joking?” Bones says. Jim’s quietly panicking, though he tries not to make it sound like he is. “It’s okay,” he says, “I’m almost out of oxygen, I can’t get back. It won’t take long-” “Shut up,” Bones replies, “you’re gonna get back to the ship, okay?” Jim nods, though of course, Bones can’t see that. “Just know that if I can’t– I mean, Bones, you should know–” “Save it,” Bones replies, “no need to mention it. Just get back to the damn ship.” It gets harder to breathe rather quickly, and the constant tumbling around is dizzying, so it doesn’t take long for Jim to just pass out completely.

Jim must be dead. Has to be, right? His suit ran out of oxygen. His cord broke. He has to be dead. But when he opens his eyes, he’s back inside the ship. Bones is asleep on a chair next to his bed, though when Jim grunts, Bones instantly wakes up. “How did I get here?” Jim asks, sitting up straight with Bones’ help, who checks out his eyes, takes his temperature - but most importantly, kisses him breathless for a while. “Did you float out into space to save me?” Jim asks, and Bones shrugs. “t Was no big deal. I save your stupid ass all the time.” Jim laughs, cupping Bones’ cheeks and kissing him again. “I love you,” he says. Because it’s true. It’s not because he was on the brink of death. It’s because Bones is the most wonderful human being he’s ever met.

“These bio beds,” Bones says, “they have the ability to freeze you and put you back to sleep.” “Seriously?” Jim asks, and Bones nods. “I can put us back under, Jim.” “Both of us, are you sure?” Jim asks carefully, and Bones nods. “I can put us back to sleep, and we should wake up just before our arrival,” Bones says, and so Jim smiles. “Okay,” he says. He watches Bones as he initializes the program on two medical beds (– after all, there would be more than one bed on a ship with over 5000 passengers). Once he’s done, Jim leans in to kiss him. “See you in 89 years?” he asks, and Bones laughs. “Yes, see you soon,” he says, before Jim nods back to sleep in his new bed.

mars: who is your ideal best friend?

Anyone but u. When you both hate the same things and dish on dumb people together, shameless pizza at 2AM & bingewatch Netflix together. And same humor, ok. When you got all that i dont care who it is, I’m committed to friendship.

venus: go to piece of clothing/outfit?

This. H&M has them too I just can’t find them online. I love these because you can wear them as a dress with tights. You can wear them with leggings and a loose blouse on top. You can wear them with jeans and a leather jacket. You can wear/combine them with everything, and it’s really great because I’m not like confident enough to wear “short” shirts because I used to be much bigger than I am now. But when you wear this underneath it just somehow always looks more flattering. I dig. 

hyperion: do you have a favorite store/shop?

Lattes & Literature is a bookshop in town that sells hella good cakes, English fantasy/sci-fi/dystopian books, and boardgames. Literally my favorite thing in the world. 

Additionally, Flying Tiger is great. So great. So much useless junk for only a few bucks and I need nothing but I also need everything you feel me.

shooting star: who is your ideal s/o?

Karl Urban and literally either one of the four Chrises. Also, basically, everything I wrote down at best friend. 

titan: if you could dye your hair absolutely any color and pull it off, what would it be?

shot rodimusofficial​ off a nerd pole in minecraft and made her fall to her death