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[drbonesmccoy]

two more days till thanksgiving break and honestly? I’d rather die than go to class

[jamest-kirk]

An 'away mission that goes wrong, Bones is captured, they find him and the first thing he says is "Are you alright?" because even when Bones is really the one hurt as he puts others before his own health?' prompt?

Bones is the best doctor, but he’s undoubtedly the worst patient. Jim is far from perfect when it comes to health checkups and generally looking after himself, but Bones is worse. It frustrates Jim to no end, because he’s worried and he’s angry at whatever causes Bones to suffer, but he’s also annoyed that his doctor and best friend doesn’t look after his own health the way he preaches it to patients. That, and maybe it’s one of those realizations that Bones is far more alike Jim than Jim wants to admit.

Bones gets hurt surprisingly frequently for someone who scolds anyone for getting as much as a scratch. He joins Jim on ground missions a lot, and so more than once, when things to awry, Jim finds his best friend hurt and bleeding, but it’s Bones who pushes through that and tends to the minor bruise on Jim’s cheek. He ignores his own pain until everyone else is okay, and then he gets himself checked out - if he even does that in the first place.

“Jesus Christ,” Jim sighs when he catches Bones incredibly sick in his own med bay. Not to rest, of course, instead he’s tending to the other patients. “You need to rest,” Jim says, and Bones huffs at that. “You’re not my doctor,” Bones says, “I am, and I am fine.” “You’re not fine,” Jim replies. Bones’ skin feels hot and clammy when he briefly places his hand on Bones’ forehead, but Bones leans away instead. “I’m fine, Jim,” Bones says. “Go to your chambers, take a hot shower, and go to bed,” Jim orders, firmly this time. He grits his teeth, watching Bones patiently tend to a patient instead, but once he’s done with that, Bones finally obliges.

Jim doesn’t say anything about it, because Bones is a damn fine doctor and he knows what he’s doing at least 99% of the time (arguably, that number is a lot lower according to Spock). But it’s incredibly frustrating, because every time Bones gets hurt, Jim feels nothing short of a panic attack until he’s certain Bones is gonna make it through. He has that feeling with everyone on the Bridge, but Bones even more so. And while Jim is bleeding - an encounter with an alien race gone horribly wrong - he makes his way to Bones, who looks far worse. “Bones! Let’s get you back to the Enterprise,” Jim says, grabbing on to Bones’ arm to hoist him back up on his feet. “Are you alright, Jim?” Bones asks, and Jim nods. “I’m gonna be fine, Bones.” “You’re bleeding, just let me take a look-” Bones starts, but Jim interrupts him. “God damn it, no. Scotty, two to beam up. Get Chapel ready to escort McCoy here to med bay.” “Jim,” Bones starts, through gritted teeth, but Jim shakes his head. “No, shut up. We’re going back to the ship, and you’re going to heal.”

Jim is angry with Bones, of course, but he doesn’t really have anyone to talk about that with. Spock and Uhura are busy, Chekov is never interested in Jim’s social life, Sulu can’t relate because his best friend is Pavel “everything I do is great” Chekov, and Scotty somehow always finds a way to blame Jim. So, Bones it is. Even if it’s the very person he’s mad at.

Bones sits quietly on the couch while Jim paces through the room. He’s ranting about everything and nothing. Bones getting hurt on the mission, Bones ignoring his own health, Bones diving headfirst into trouble to save an ensign. And Bones sits there quietly, listening to the other. “Are you done?” Bones asks, and Jim narrows his eyes. “Are you?” He counters. Bones huffs, rubbing his temples like he’s fighting a headache - something that instantly worries Jim. “Done with what? Being a good doctor?” “Being a reckless idiot,” Jim replies, and Bones laughs. “You sound like me yelling at you,” he says. Jim hesitates, briefly, and then he sinks down on the couch next to Bones.  “You’re ignoring my point, Bones.” “I know.” “I’m just constantly worried you’re going to get hurt, and I can’t… I think my leadership abilities are compromised when I’m worried over you.” Bones opens his mouth to speak, but instead he decides to be silent, resting his hand on Jim’s leg. “You gotta have leadership abilities in the first place in order for them to be compromised,” he replies eventually. Jim briefly glares at him, but when Bones smiles, Jim does, too. “I can’t believe it,” Jim replies, “I’m pouring my soul out here and you’re still talking shit about me.”

Jim reaches out, to the hand resting on his leg, and he squeezes it gently. Bones smiles at that, and turns his hand around to hold on to Jim’s before he can pull away again. “For the record,” Bones says, “you’re right.” “I’m– what? I mean, yes, I am,” Jim says, half distracted by the fact that they’re holding hands, but still very aware of Bones’ reply. “I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, okay?” Jim says, and Bones nods, though Jim isn’t sure the other’s actually listening. There’s a look in Bones’ eyes Jim has seen before, but he’s never quite been at the receiving end of it, and it’s far more enchanting than he cares to admit. He leans in, much calmer now and yet his heart is pounding - all forgotten when he feels Bones’ lips against his own. “I’ll be more careful,” Bones promises, though Jim knows that’s not true, because it’s Jim who often promises Bones the same thing. “The things you do to me,” Jim sighs, hand briefly on Bones’ chest, and he feels he’s not the only one with a quicker heartbeat. Bones laughs at that comment, smile turning into a devious smirk. “They pale in comparison to the things I still want to do to you.“

[tony-starkesarchive]

Jim, wait.

[dainsleifss]

[ohfuckthisshit]

Sooo on monday I’m finally handing in my thesis! and I totally plan to do a lot of fun things in the following weeks. Including art, like graphics, drawing, gifs. Anyone got any prompts for me ? Please send me an ask if you got any inspiration for me <3

[mckirkish]

Are you still doing prompts? I gotta ask for "“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”" Whump would be good!

Yup! I’m working away at them in between dinner and doing my readings. Enjoy, Nonnie.

“You had a nightmare.” Bones’ voice washes over Jim as hebolts upright in bed, covered in cold sweat, his heart pounding. “Do you wannatell me about it?”

Jim glances over to find Bones staring at him with a frownfurrowing his brow, his hazel eyes dark with concern. He takes a deep breathand exhales it shakily.

“Jim?” Bones lays his hand gently over Jim’s. Jim hadn’teven realized his hands were trembling until Bones squeezes them slightly andhold them still. “Maybe I can fix it.”

Not this time. Nobody can fix this. Jim had thought- well,more like he’d hoped- But all it had taken was a familiar face, a particularaccent, and then Jim was back there, livingit all again.

Even as his mind just brushes past the name, it all comescrashing back down on him. A soft, broken laugh bubbles past Jim’s lips even ashe shakes his head. “You can’t fix this,” Jim whispers, shoulders hunching ashe fists one hand in the sheets, digging the nails of the other into his palm,trying to suppress the memories again, willing them to go away. “Not this time,Bones.”

[drbonesmccoy]

— richard siken

[jamest-kirk]

For @conduitstr. 💗 Based on x.

“Does he have a nickname for you?” Uhura asks one evening. They’re in the bar together while Spock and Bones take on a late shift. Jim’s gaze turns from the many stars outside the window to his friend sitting next to him, and he raises a questioning brow. “You’ve got that whole ‘Bones’ thing for doctor McCoy,” Uhura explains, “and I’ve heard the occasional ‘babe’, don’t deny it. What does he call you?”

With a soft scoff, Jim answers: “Jim,”and he takes a swig of his whiskey. 

But it’s more than that. It's Jim said like a happy greeting after returning home from work. Said tiredly late at night, or stifled by a yawn during early mornings. Said worriedly after Jim’s gotten himself hurt on an away mission. Shouted at him angrily in med bay or storming onto the Bridge because he cares so much and his Captain’s been reckless. Jim, said pleadingly and drawn out in a moan in bed. Said with a drunken laugh, or a quiet whisper during countless formal events. Said with such selfless and undeniable love. He’s heard his name said before, but never quite so unnecessarily complicated and yet so good.

He pauses, and thinks. “Oh, and ‘fucking idiot,’ once or twice.”