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bitchfacebones replied to your post “Protective Bones telling someone at phaser point that if they hurt Jim...”

i can imagine that. "doctor mccoy we are here to discuss the important matters of your questionable actions regarding captain james t. kirk" "really, i thought we were here to marvel at y'alls ability to cram your heads even further up your asses"

Hells yeah. And then you know, he tells them to boldly go fuck themselves. Maybe boldly go fuck each other. Make them less stiff.

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Bones loves making breakfast. When he lived with Jocelyn and Joanna, he would wake up early on Sundays and make a large spread; pancakes, eggs, bacon, biscuits. He knew he'd miss it, coming to the academy with their shitty dorm replicators and shoebox kitchens.

But Jim finagles his way into a fourth year cadet apartment for the two of them and they suddenly have a kitchen. It's not great and it still resembles a shoebox, but at least Bones can cook.

Bones thanks Jim for it every Sunday by making the same huge breakfasts he made in Georgia, actually surprised when the kid eats.

"Pancakes, Bones. I fucking love pancakes."

Jim barely eats anything else but can consume a stack of pancakes with a healthy slab of butter dosed with brown sugar maple syrup in one sitting.

And those first few months, when they settle into some odd kind of friendship bound by Sunday pancakes, Bones actually feels like he can make it work at the academy, although he'd never tell Jim that. Wouldn't want to inflate the kid's ego any more.

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bitchfacebones replied to your post “So will you all accept my apology for the McKirk Angst Off if I...”

EVEN I CONTRIBUTED TO THE FLUFF OFF I HAD TO WRITE 2700 WORDS OF FLUFF TO CLEANSE MY BRAIN

Hahaha. Okay. I'll write some fluff. I promise. I just gotta think of stuff.

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Jamie falls asleep in Bones’ sweatpants, with the waist band rolled up twice to account for size, with his tattered Old Miss sweatshirt, fraying terribly at the sleeves that she loves to tug over her knuckles. Bones has thrown it out twice but each time Jamie fetches it before it can make it’s journey to the trash chute, to be compacted and thrown out among the stars.

It’s been twelve days, really. Twelve days since her husband took an emergency position on a colony the Enterprise was in orbit of. Twelve days since the SOS came about a strain of flu the colonists had never seen nor had any hope of dealing with. Jamie had been forbidden down on the planet and orders had come in that the Enterprise was needed not far from the colony. She had wanted to protest, really. But Barnett was too new at his new job as head of Starfleet and she was too tired to argue. So she left Bones and his flu strain on the planet, wearing his tattered sweats in his absence.

And every night he was gone, she had fallen asleep at her desk in an attempt to catch up on the most boring paperwork that she always put off until someone (Spock or Rand usually) made her do it. Who the hell really had time to deal with the budgeting anyway?

So she falls asleep, her glasses pinching into the bridge of her nose and her chin slowly falling off her hand. She shifts a little, only slightly aware of the discomfort and lets her glasses fall forward off the bridge of her nose. Somewhere, in the back of her brain that isn’t fully shut off yet, she remembers Bones teasing her about them and she settles into a deeper sleep with that warm memory.