#blind!jim

[consultingking-jim]

Why does this always happen? I get magic anons, and then nobody replies. Clearly, one of you wanted Jim to be blind, so where are you??? Be an OC, be a cross over, I don't care! Even come into my askbox again as your nonny self

[consultingking-jim]

Blind!Jim / Open

Jim was finally getting used to using the cane. The tap tap tap sound it made as he walked along the street was growing normal, no longer the jarring reminder of the accident, simply fading into the background of the London noises. Unfortunately, he still couldn't find everything in front of him with such a small cane.

The shock of walking into someone made Jim drop the cane, and he could hear it roll away as he stumbled backwards. "Shit!"

[consultingking-jim]

m!a: darkness

Muse is blind for 24 hours.

Jim woke up in blackness. That wasn’t right, he always slept with his blinds open to wake up with the sun. He fumbled for his mobile, but even when he got it and hit the button on the side, there was nothing. Looking around his room, trying to control the growing sense of panic in his stomach, he couldn’t even see the blinking lights from his laptop or desktop clock. “What, no…”

[geminiightmare]

HAHAHAHAHA I made myself cry because of a fic I'm writing fuck I hope it's good

[firstmostdangerous]

Someone is approaching. He stands on estate grounds with nothing to survey except for the whistling wind far right, where he's told the gingkos grow in lines. He's told the gingkos are a fresh chartreuse but at this time of year, he surmises they are all but jittery yellow. Green and yellow mean nothing to him. His world is different; warm and brilliant.

"Brother ----" He speaks to the space above the footfalls. "It's not kosher to trod so vehemently. Could wake a badger." 

[honeybad]

I want to feel you smile Masterpost

So, people evidently like to read my Mckirk, but things are getting lost in all my posts, so imma make this? yeah, I like that

http://youcancallme-captain-ifyouwantto.tumblr.com/post/82311317458/i-want-to-feel-you-smile-pt1

http://youcancallme-captain-ifyouwantto.tumblr.com/post/83521814665/i-want-to-feel-you-smile-pt2

im going to be tagging them with I want to feel you smile Masterpost from now on too, and i'll update this so that it has them on it. enjoy~

[honeybad]

I want to feel you smile (pt1)

So, theres this thing thats been going over my dash called the Darlin' Collection, and I just had to try it. Uhm, this might turn into like, a 2-3, maybe 4 parter, for lengths sake. Blind!Jim because wtf why not ------------------------------------------

Enterprise Café wasn't the usual haunt that the medical students at San Francisco University decided to bide their time after class.

There was no jarring music, no roaring crowd, and no television advertisements to get them more publicity. None of the workers were hipsters with their fabric layers and their retro references that made him feel impossibly older than his years. There was no screaming children, no brightly colored toys to be handed out with kids meals, and instead of having a play area, they had a bar, sleek wood dark and well used.

Really, that was probably one of the reasons he liked it so much.

He wasn't a regular, he wasn't, since he'd only dropped in once or twice after his classes, having found the place by accident. He knew they stayed open late though, that they had one of the best chicken sandwiches he'd tasted since he left home, and that the only kind of music ever allowed to play made him think of his Daddy's mullet band records. He knew that the booths were soft and well-worn with use, just like he knew that the tables were wide enough for his textbooks to be sprawled out across them with little overlay. He knew that the coffee was hot, that his cup never made it past half empty, and that there was an entire galaxy painted up on the ceiling.

It wasn't full of medical students, nor was it littered with post-graduate students who liked to gripe and snipe, and Leonard liked it that way, he liked it just fine.

Spread out in a booth in the corner, he was doing just that, his books spread out before him so he could flip through as many text chapters as he needed to try and get all the theorems and definitions down pat, all the practices, procedures and emergency surgical maneuvers he would need to possibly ever know. They got the occasional person in the Enterprise, a few older people who liked to keep away from the bustle, and a few of the high school students who liked to keep the gem to themselves, so he didn't bother looking up when the door chimed, and instead, stayed buried deep in his neuro-surgical text.

"Been a while since you've showed your face."

"Nyota, my beautiful, illustrious maiden, dare I say that you missed me? Why, have you finally come to your senses and decided to run away with me?"

Laughter, light and musical, drew his eyes up from his books, and he found the podium in the front where the little hostess station had been made. Dark skin bright and striking against the crimson of her uniform dress, the young woman was smiling, her teeth bright and white and her eyes dark, but she wasn't the one laughing even though she was smiling. No, the laughter belonged to the red haired girl behind the bar, with her riot of curls and the soft roundness of her cheeks. Yet, the hostess was smiling, a soft, fond sort of smile, and her fingers went out, scribbling something down on the board before her.

"I'd rather keep Spock company."

Except, the young man -blond, broad shouldered, with a pale mint shirt that set off his golden tan and jeans that hung low on his narrow hips- just laughed instead of looking insulted, and while Len couldn't see his face, he could see the way the man leaned against the podium, bracing his weight against it.

"Fine, I'll run away with Spock then. We'll have a big gay adventure up in Canada, where no one will bother us, and we'll have pancakes with real syrup and I'll made moose cheese. Did you know that’s a thing, moose cheese? And you can't milk a moose unless you're in a room that’s completely quiet, because if the cow gets scared, than her milk dries up and you won't get anything from her."

"Fascinating," An intrigued remark came from the kitchen area, and he watched as the blond perked up, his body straightening and his weight bouncing on his heels.

"Hey, Spock!"

"Greetings, Jim, it would be appropriate if you would take your seat, you neglected to bring a beverage to our shared Classical Literature lecture, and I am concerned about your level of hydration with the current level of heat we are experiencing."

A hand went up, waving in the direction of the kitchen, and then the young man turned away towards the booths and tables.

His face was handsome, features sharp with an angular jaw and a sculpted slope of his nose, wide lips and bright eyes. Even from a distance, he could see the color of them, blue and bright, vibrant, and something in his stomach gave a warm, heavy flop.

The man didn't look at him though, didn't even seem to see that he was there, for he just kept walking, with his fingers trailing over the backs of chairs and booths before he fell into one that sat before the panel of windows. His long legs stretched out, toes bumping against the other booth seat, and he tipped his face into the sunlight with a soft sort of smile, eyes shutting.

Nyota wandered over to him after a moment, with a tall glass of water that clanked with ice when she set it down, and the sharp look she shot Len was enough to remind him he was staring. His gaze dropped, trying to absorb the ink once more, and he felt his skin flushing with embarrassment.

"Glass is at your two o'clock, straw or no straw?"

"No thanks Ny."

Brow furrowing, Len fought with himself to not look up, grasping instead to the fact that she'd had to tell him where the drink was, as if he couldn't see it for himself. Pausing, lifting his head again, he thought back to a few chapters before, and the notion of blindness crossed his mind even as he tried not to turn and look.

More soft words between them, things he tried to ignore, and then a shadow fell over him, blocking out the light for his books. Looking up, a scowl on his face, he felt himself shrink away a bit from the sharp, calculating look on her pretty face. She planted a hand on the table, just as slender and elegant as the rest of her, and leaned in close enough to speak on a whisper.

"Regardless of if he can see you or not, you're a med student, Leonard, and you should know its rude to stare at people with a disadvantage."

He did shrink then, sliding down a bit in his cush booth seat, and his fingers curled in the denim at his thigh.

"I wasn-"

"Talk to him, Leonard, he doesn't bite."

And then she straightened, turning from him with a swish of her long ponytail and a sway to her step, calling out to Spock that she needed the usual and a fresh pot of coffee.

Talk to him, she said, like that was something easy to do. Grumbling, he turned his eyes down to his text books once more, more than just a bit unhappy that he'd been put in his place like a child. Instead, he stared at his notes with a scowl on his face, tapping the eraser end of his pencil against the table in his frustration. He was a grown man damnit, not a blushing school girl, he could stare at an attractive man if he damn well pleased, and he would talk to said man if he damn well felt like it.

Except, he had the horrible feeling that he would do something stupid, like call the golden man darllin'.

[imagine-jim-bones-and-spock]

imagine jim after one of the injuries he got on an away mission that blinded him for a couple of weeks

imagine him constantly holding on to bones (like he was clingy before but now) and needing to be reassured hes still the captain - eyesight or no

imagine his big smile when he opens his eyes after the bandages are off and he can see his bones again