#sarcastic-captain

Coming back from the restroom to see someone flirting with his friend was not what Jim had signed up for tonight. He had signed up for a nice chat and some good booze, maybe a bowl of pretzels, but definitely not this. What infuriated him the most, was that the guy didn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable he was making Bones. He just kept flirting, and in the time it took for Jim to walk across the room to the guy, he had decided he had had enough.

Jim grabbed the guy’s shirt and pulled him away from Bones, punching him hard enough to knock him out in that single hit. When the guy hit the floor, Jim smirk through gritted teeth, and truing to the bartender he said, “Add a knuckle sandwich to his tab.”

He turned to Bones with a laugh, his smile too bright considering he was pretty sure he broke his hand on the poor guys face. “Corn-fed?” He laughed wholeheartedly as his Bones looked over his hand. He hissed when it was moved in the wrong direction. “Think it might be broken, but who cares. You just said corn-fed. What does that even mean Bones?”

Leonard had hopped up from his seat the moment Jim’s fist came in contact with the other man’s jaw. “JESUS. Are y’crazy?!” He was getting worked up quickly as he saw the state of the captain’s hand. That had been some punch and Bones told him just so, “You’d have made one hell of a boxer in another life, Jim.” 

Quickly deciding that he was going to only play doctor to one man today, Bones left the man on the ground to be someone else’s problem and just about dragged Jim out of the bar after nearly growling at the bartender to get him some ice. 

Inspired by This

Arran said goodbye to her parents and boarded the train with Jim, finding their designated train car easily thanks to the help of the staff. After her luggage was out away, Arran went into the Dining Car and found Jim sitting at a table and enjoying a cup of coffee. She sat down and greeted him.

“I cannot believe they’re sending me on this trip alone. Besides you and I, only two other members of my Father’s court are accompanying us. I don’t understand.” Arran wasn’t actually displeased with this. She’d never admit it to anyone, but lately she’d been wanting to spend time alone with her bodyguard. During car rides they talked and laughed, though he always knew when to talk and when not to. He always knew how to make her smile, and, even though it was already his job, having him around and seeing him happy always made her feel safe.

Unfortunately, lately there had been so many busy preparations for this trip, she’d hardly had a minute alone with him in two and a half weeks. Now she finally had a chance to catch up on what she was missing.

The mirrored doctor watched the gears turning in Jim’s mind as he quickly figured out he was not exactly his Bones. Not that it was a discovery all too difficult to come by. After all, he had quite a noticeable difference in appearance.

How peculiar. This Jim was so---unlike the Captain of his universe. He seemed so lost as he stared at the doctor. So confused and unsure. “Dammit, Jim. You’re makin’ a mess,” he grunted after watching the man accidentally smear the blood from his bit lip across his cheek. The doctor gripped at the younger man’s chin and tugged a bit at his bottom lip to make sure he hadn’t hurt him too bad. “You’re fine,” he said abruptly. “Don’t ask me how I got here or where your McCoy is. I don’t have any answers for ya.”

Send me “I can’t take it anymore!” to slam my muse into a wall and kiss them

If you asked how Arran had expected to spend her morning, this was not it. She had been innocently walking into Jim’s quarters to drop off her reports on her day off, naturally in her comfortable off-day clothing. Her hair was up in a messy pink and brown bun, and she was wearing leggings and a warm sweater. 

Jim walked out of his bedroom when she stepped inside. She had no idea what had come over him, but he walked over and immediately pushed her into the wall and kissed her. 

Send 🔗 for my muse to very sarcastically impersonate yours. *cracks knuckles*

You asked for it. These were supposed to be serious but I failed.

Cold meme :: Not accepting

ANGSTY FUCKIN’ SENTENCE STARTERS

“Jim, I...” Arran began, trailing off. She looked at him, her eyes pleading as she sat down next to him, pulling him into her arms, his head resting on her chest. She wrapped her tail around his waist. “It’s gonna be okay. Just tell me what happened, I won’t tell anyone, I promise..”

send a ‘✖‘ along with why you’re hesitant to roleplay/talk to me.