"i may throw up on you."
welcome to the home of all the mckirk feels, aka jim kirk x bones mccoy feels, in both star trek aos and tos. buckle up... ♡
(99% of what i post is reblogs, i take no credit for all the wonderful creations!)
Just thinking about how one of the main relationship threads of AOS is that, textually and in canon, Bones will do fucking ANYTHING for Jim. Like he’ll do anything Jim asks him to - though not without a fair bit of grumbling - from being there for the Kobayshi Maru to jumping off a cliff to piloting a swarm ship, if Jim asks him to do something Bones will ALWAYS say “fuck you, but yes”. But it’s more than that because Bones will also do ANYTHING for Jim even if Jim never asked, he’s just doing it cuz he wants to make Jim happy! Bones snuck Jim on a starship, he threw him a surprise party, he listened and tried to help when Jim was feeling down, he fucking brought him back from the dead for Christ’s sake, all because Bones wants Jim to be happy and cares so deeply about him. Anyways, I’m a fucking mess over this, Bones’ total devotion to and love for Jim is wrecking me.
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Jim would wake sometimes - body still aching from the night before, where he’d probably spent the majority of his time pressed up against strangers at the bar, dancing against strangers on the floor, chasing vaguely familiar faces through the streets - and be unsure of where he was. Most times it was a slightly too small bed with another body curled up beside him, a shape he couldn’t recognize at first. Other times it was Uhura’s couch, or the floor of his dorm room. Once, embarrassing to even think about, it had been Pike’s apartment, his concerned and somewhat bemused face the first sight Jim saw as he accepted the much needed coffee cup.
That morning (for he knew it was morning from how exhausted he still was) was different. He could recognize the scent of Bones’ bedroom, the way the mattress curved in the shape of your body, ergonomic and merciful. He could recognize the way the sun always danced across the bed since Bones claimed the best wake up call was a natural one. The only thing that felt unfamiliar was how big the bed was without a second body in it.
He forced an eyelid open, groaning at the light, at the way the white sheets reflected it. Get some color in your room, Bones, jeez, he’d told him once and never thought of it again. Maybe he had to remind him. Claim he spent enough time there to have authorial rights to an opinion.
It didn’t smell of coffee, so Jim found it inexcusable for Bones to not be in there, snoring lightly beside him and complaining of Jim hogging the covers. He vaguely wondered if this had been the final straw. If Jim had stolen the covers one too many times and Bones had fled to the couch, vowing to never let him pass out in his bed again while in a drunken state.
And sober then, Jim would ask. What if I’m sober? And Bones would roll his eyes and they wouldn’t mention that neither of them were brave enough yet to not use booze as an excuse, but the truth was that Jim had found himself in this bed for the past month and a bit and not kissed a single stranger even if Bones hadn’t gone out with him. But they hadn’t talked about it, so who was Jim to holler Bones’ name indignantly first thing in the morning?
Which was, naturally, exactly what he did.
Bones’ face was groggy when he peeked into the room. “Would you calm down?”
“Would you come back to bed?”
“I work this morning. I told you.”
Jim whined, unashamed and still a bit drunk if he was being honest. “Call in sick.”
“No.”
“Please.”
Bones’ features softened. “I can’t. You know I can’t, Jim.”
Jim pressed his face into the pillow, the light defeating him. “Stupid hospital,” he muttered, and he could hear Bones breathe out, nearly a laugh, as he moved closer. He felt a hand in his hair, but missed the hesitation.
“It’s a short shift,” he said. “I’ll be back before you even properly come back to life.”
“If you knew you had to work, why did you go out with me last night?”
“Because you asked me to.”
Jim tried to look up at him, a question, maybe something playful once but that would turn into a timid mumbling, at the tip of his tongue, but Bones didn’t let him ask it. Instead he climbed back into bed, his chest pressed against Jim’s back in a way they wouldn’t talk about, and Jim could feel his heartbeat and how it was quicker than it should.
“Just for a moment,” Bones said, a warning, but so quiet Jim chose to ignore it and pretend this would be his whole day. It was true that he would probably pass out again once Bones left, unaffected by Bones’ sacrifice of sleep just to accompany him. But truth was Jim had longed so much for proximity that he’d found the closest party he could get and decided to go just to get drunk and have an excuse.
“Don’t,” he heard himself say, an automatic response whenever Bones’ fingertips rested against his belly.
“Don’t what?” Bones asked, but he was already tickling, softly and skillfully, but not enough to cause more than a giggle, a bit of a squirm. Jim could feel his grin against his neck. “Not my fault you’re ticklish.”
Jim nearly turned around and let his own fingers jab into his ribs, but he settled on a huff and the opportunity to grab Bones’ hands with his own. An excuse, naturally.
Kirk and McCoy crash-land on a frozen planet. waiting and hoping on an enterprise that has lost their signal. Waiting in hope they can fix their shuttle while the frozen winds and storms creep up on them.
Slightly inspired by a scene in On A Day Like This by Oxymoronic, which got my plot bunnies bubbling.
alright I’m just gonna say it in star trek 2009 bones & kirk have the tropiest relationship possible and I will never be over it. they met on a shuttle, both at the lowest points in their lives, and drunk!bones threatens to puke on jim??? and proceeds to be the most dramatic mf? “All I got left r my bones” and instead of being like ok bye jim grabs on to this man and says this is my best friend. and then spend the next few years in academy as best friends!!!! and when jim gets in trouble and can’t go to space, bones drugs him so he can get on board the ship bc he can’t leave him behind. what in the ao3 was that shit
because when they ship out in Into Darkness they’re all mad at each other/refusing to accept each other’s help, and I’d like to think next time they wear those wacky jumpsuits things are different
♡♡♡♡ send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome
(Yay! Thanks for posting all the lovely Mckirk art! 🤗)
aaaaahhhh this is too sweet!!! especially since i’m not really active on this blog anymore......... real life sucks *sigh* BUT at least if you ever want to having mckirk feelings, you can just scroll thru the tags haha. including all the mckirk art which i agree is BEYOND lovely, there are so many talented artists out there doing the good work for fandoms *cries* :P ANYWAY thank you for sending this lovely ask, even in spite of my absence :) <333
bones almost calling jim darlin’ by accident (because he’s head over heels in goddamn love, that’s why) and getting as far as “thanks for signing off the forms so quickly, d–” and then he falters for a millisecond and turns it into “dumbass”
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