i bet there are a lot of typos
Hahahahahhaha. I haven't updated in five weeks and I'm under quarantine from fun while I do my grad school apps, so obviously I've spent the last day writing schmoopy Star Trek reboot fic and realized it had been so long since I'd written a fic about sober people that I'm not even sure how to anymore. How do u sober. This is a story about a great
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UGH MORGAN!!!!!!! OH MY GOD LOL YOU KNOW I LOVE THIS, OBVIOUSLY. HOW COULD I NOT. AUGH THESE IDIOT SPACE MARRIEDS, WHY DO WE LOVE THEM SO MUCH?!? Ugh gross so many feelings from this fic that I don't need in my life, thanks a lot.
All the same, when they’re back earthside as part of little more than a flashy escort for a Risan dignitary, which Jim is not letting himself think of as a punishment after the rough couple months he’s had, they fall into it like they’re starving, Jim still jittery and sharp at the edges from a rough mission. Bones smoothes away the snags and cracks until they’re so tiny they’re invisible to the naked eye, but Jim knows Bones sees them and, instead of being annoyed, he’s grateful.
SHUT. UPPPPPPPPPPP. Such a perfect little insight into the relationship that they have, augh, my heart. Bones, the consummate healer, and Jim allowing himself to accept it from this one man, his best friend.
Also I'm really glad you kept the fight in!!! IT WORKS SO WELL IN THIS FIC like of course it's all not hilarity and gruff loving resignation and fucking all the time and ahahahahaahhahahhhahaha REQUEST DENIED!!!!!!! I mean, duh.
Jim looks around. “You want a lamp? I don’t think they even make bulbs like this anymore.”
Bones exhales through his nose. “No.” You dick is implied. He hops off his little throne. “This table.” Jim realizes that the lamps are actually all clustered on a thick slab of wood that is actually part of an old farmhouse-style table. Jim glances at Bones. “It looks like something you’d buy. You know,” Bones waves his hand around, “rustic or whatever.”
Jim bites his lip, feels a weird strange laugh bubbling up inside him. “Bones. I buy that stuff because it reminds me of you.”
AHAHAHAHA SCREAMING AND CLAWING AT MY FACE, BASICALLY. These idiots. I like how you started this fic out by thinking of how Jim throws himself onto a table to test out its sturdiness, LOL. Of course this would be a priority for Jim.
“Christ do I really have to spell this out to you?” Bone props himself up on one elbow. “That first time we came here,” he says and it’s a testament to how repressed Bones is that a flush is creeping up his neck. “I had everything I needed.”
MORGAN JUST. STOP. S T O P . EXCEPT NO NEVER STOP AND PLZ CONTINUE TO YELL AT ME ABOUT THESE TWO FOREVER AND EVER AMEN (AND WRITE MORE FIC).
Augh, no really, I love this fic SO MUCH augh DOMESTIC SCHMOOP!!! but also with patented Morgan hilarity weaved into it, which is really just perfect for these two. Okay no I need to end this now I have had this comment box open for hours!!!! LOL ILU THIS WAS PERFECT OKAY WHAT IS SHAME.
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LOL DON'T THINK I MISSED YOU NOT POSTING THIS UNTIL I WOKE UP SISI. L A Z Y.
THE FIIIIIIIIIIGHT. I think my big problem with this fic is that their relationship never changes, which irritates me, but at the same time I just wanted to play with these characters and figure out how my versions are different from the ones in fics I've read. OMG REQUEST DENIED. This fic was supposed to be about SO MANY THINGS but actually ended up being about how much I hate furniture shopping. I AM A CHARACTER IN ALL MY FICS AND IN THIS FIC I AM BONES. LOL wow this is what I get for being lazy because there's supposed to be this scene in here where Jim's bitching about how the Fleet keeps pulling him out like a personal punishment because he's really young and Bones is like, "JIM THEY ARE DOING YOU A FAVOR OK," hence all the references to being tired and looking like shit. W H O O P S. Maybe I will edit that in. Since you started reading it, I've already changed a couple lines. My lyfe.
Omg this fic tho. Kill the spare etc.
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