snippet from the fic from hell, otherwise known as the artstudentAU
For about a minute, the overhead music repeatedly calls them womanizers and tells them not to front until someone gains sense and switches to Third Eye Blind. Jim leads Bones to a corner booth, and he tries not to think about how their knees touch when they slide over the leather seats.
Jim already knows what he’s getting (pineapple, bacon, buffalo chicken-he’s weird, okay, get over it), but for Bones’ sake he pulls out a menu and scans it with unfocused eyes. He’s so busy trying not to sneak peeks over the laminated tri-fold that he forgets people who know him work here.
People like Pavel Chekov.
Jim’s friends with the odd, curly-headed kid, but it’s more like they’re friends-through-a-friend. Sulu’s in Chekov’s graphic design class, so Jim hangs out with him by default. That isn’t to say, Jim doesn’t like Chekov, he does; it’s just, Chekov’s enthusiasm dial is stuck between 11 and ‘pees himself at the sound of a bell’.
Chekov happens to work the dinner shift at Gilligan’s, which Jim conveniently forgot in his giddy, pre-date haze (because, this is so a date, Jim’s wearing underwear). Ordinarily, it wouldn’t be a problem, but Chekov also has this issue of being terrible at keeping secrets, whispering, and having tact. He claims his accent makes it hard to talk quietly, but Jim’s caught him and Sulu giggling behind his back enough times to know it’s total bullshit.
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idk this fic is ruining my life, it was supposed to be such quick porn like usual but now it's over 3,000 words and i haven't even gotten to the part where Jim throws darts at paintballoons to make up for the fact his life sucks.