Feathers, I'm plucking feathers, one by one by one...
As I said I would, I went away and started to roughly fumble my way through a writing meme. I didn't want to fully go through it, just use it as a prompt to see what I could get out of that dusty brain of mine. You know what? It didn't turn out too bad, quite sketchy sure, messy in terms of sentence structure. But it's more than I thought I could produce, and isn't that just something special? :)
The original meme I don't have, but its's along the lines of put music on shuffle, go through 10 songs, spend duration of each song writing whatever it inspires. I morphed this into, pick three songs (that are inspiring/not from fanmixes/not too DANCEDANCEDANCENOW!!11!1!!), put them on repeat and write until you get to a point. So I have three fics that are longer than they should be but I feel better about it being that way.
And I'm going to try and put them behind a cut for the sake of practice. (And yes, I shamelessly stole a quote from one Christopher Pike, or at least I like to think of it as JIM doing the quote stealing. You theif you, Jim.)
‘Baby, That’s Not The Point’ - The Drums
Not that he would ever admit to it, but Bones is a cuddler, in a big way. For all of the hours of the synthesized day that he spends burning holes in various surfaces with his glare, stomping around his Med Bay and barking out orders he makes up for at night, when he settles down with Jim and smoothes out into grasping fingers and tangling limbs. Not that Jim minds, of course, because he’s a highly tactile and affectionate person himself; it’s in his nature.
Bones keeps him grounded, acts as his anchor in the maelstrom of Captaincy, as both his best friend and his lover, and Jim’s never had to voice it aloud, but they both know that they would give their life for each other.
He is pretty certain that Bones is ‘the one’, and he doesn’t give in to that kind of intimacy easily, however, whilst he’s had his share of problems in the past, Jim’s well aware that Bones isn’t about to leave him in a hurry.
They’ve never defined what they are, or what it is that they have, and Jim thinks that maybe that’s part of the magic.
So he’s more than a little surprised when they’re wrapped around each other in Jim’s quarters and Bones casually asks Jim who on the ship he’s slept with.
It’s said in light-hearted jest, but Jim can tell that it’s a genuine question and he can’t quite bring himself to reply at first. Sure they’re never talked about being exclusive, but Jim had thought that that was the point; it was an unspoken agreement. He had thought the moment they had broken down their last boundary and slept together (back in their third year at the academy, it had felt so natural that they had both freaked out a little), that this was it.
Obviously Bones didn’t feel the same way.
“You think that I’ve been sleeping around?” Jim asks quietly.
Bones picks up on his tone and turns fully to look Jim in the eye. “I don’t expect you not to, I know that we have this, whatever ‘it’ is, but I also know you, Jim. I get it.”
Jim would feel hurt and a little offended, but Bones is making a good point, of course it would be expected of him to be promiscuous in all situations. His reputation has secured that. He sighs, they are lying on his bed, facing each other with various limbs bridging the gap and he vaguely drifts his finger tips across Bones’ back. “No, I haven’t Bones, that’s not the point to this. With you it’s something different. Something special.”
‘Starlight’ - Supermen Lovers
The thing that makes Jim such an admirable Captain is his drive.
He shows it in different ways for different occasions, but it’s always there, always spurring him on to greatness.
It shows when he’s negotiating with diplomats in his charming but firm words and actions. It shows when he throws himself into battles, with natives and pissing matches with the Romulans and Klingons. His drive is almost tangible when he’s fighting for the survival and those that he feels responsible for, for the rights of lesser beings, for clarity on the behalf of stubborn ambassadors. It’s in the way that he strides through the ships corridors. It shows when he gives commands and when he stands by his decision even whilst others may not.
Leonard can see Jim’s drive.
It makes him seem that little bit more amazing when they're alone in his quarters and he loses ‘The Captain’ and becomes Jim once again and smiles in that beautiful, purely human way, just for Bones.
And Leonard loves him all the more for it.
‘I’m in Love’ Audio Bullys
It’s the damn flight sims that break Leonard every time. so he’s never hated anyone as much as he does Commander Hewson after a sim, when he’s left to stumble to his next destination and pretend that he doesn’t have the shakes and he isn’t going to vomit creatively/collapse/have a mental break down.
Leonard dopily blinks into the glaring sunlight when he steps outside and he clumsily makes his way over a nearby low wall so that he can divert his energy from ‘Staying Upright’ to ‘Thinking Rationally’. Once he’s found a seat and his skeleton is relieved into a slouch, he can focus past the murky fog clouding his vision that has the words ‘Fuck Commander Hewson’ stamped across it.
Leonard slumps and thinks. In fact he spends a while being slumped and thinking, not because he has deep philosophical musing, but because, for once, he’s having a hard time recalling Jim’s schedule.
Surely, Leonard thinks, Jim is in the cafeteria, or the library right now, or his advanced combat class, or -what day is it again?- perhaps he’s hounding Uhura...
He doesn’t know, Leonard dully realises, and to be honest, he doesn’t really know much of anything right now.
He’s not even certain he could remember where his own ass is, even with a map and guiding hand.
Leonard is exhausted.
He gives up finding Jim as a bad job and decides that the best thing to do is to go back to his bed and sleep off the delirium. Fortunately, he’d already planned ahead and made sure that he had nothing in his schedule for the next seventeen hours.
Somehow, Leonard manages to all but crawl his way back to his rooms, key in the access code and make it through the door to find Jim sprawled across his couch, eating pizza. Any other time would see Leonard getting pissy about grease stains and heart conditions, but today he just gruffly mutters “gi’me that” and collapses on the couch too.
Jim silently passes him a slice and watches whilst he half-heartedly eats it and then another.
“How did it go? Jim quietly asks as he stands up, carefully dragging Leonard with him and into his room.
Leonard sighs heavily “shit.” This is muffled by his shirt being pulled over his head by Jim and then they both work on removing his pants and manoeuvring him into bed. “Thanks” he mumbles, and he’s drifting the second that his head touches the pillow.
He stays conscious long enough to feel Jim climb in behind him, loop an arm around his torso and press the words “see you tomorrow” into the nape of his neck.
Leonard feels blessed to have Jim.
I might just carry on doing this at some point, because it's nice and maybe something will actually come out of this! You never know. Also, I'm going to take a quick look over something I wrote a while ago but never finished and see if it is worth putting up and stuff...
The original meme I don't have, but its's along the lines of put music on shuffle, go through 10 songs, spend duration of each song writing whatever it inspires. I morphed this into, pick three songs (that are inspiring/not from fanmixes/not too DANCEDANCEDANCENOW!!11!1!!), put them on repeat and write until you get to a point. So I have three fics that are longer than they should be but I feel better about it being that way.
And I'm going to try and put them behind a cut for the sake of practice. (And yes, I shamelessly stole a quote from one Christopher Pike, or at least I like to think of it as JIM doing the quote stealing. You theif you, Jim.)
‘Baby, That’s Not The Point’ - The Drums
Not that he would ever admit to it, but Bones is a cuddler, in a big way. For all of the hours of the synthesized day that he spends burning holes in various surfaces with his glare, stomping around his Med Bay and barking out orders he makes up for at night, when he settles down with Jim and smoothes out into grasping fingers and tangling limbs. Not that Jim minds, of course, because he’s a highly tactile and affectionate person himself; it’s in his nature.
Bones keeps him grounded, acts as his anchor in the maelstrom of Captaincy, as both his best friend and his lover, and Jim’s never had to voice it aloud, but they both know that they would give their life for each other.
He is pretty certain that Bones is ‘the one’, and he doesn’t give in to that kind of intimacy easily, however, whilst he’s had his share of problems in the past, Jim’s well aware that Bones isn’t about to leave him in a hurry.
They’ve never defined what they are, or what it is that they have, and Jim thinks that maybe that’s part of the magic.
So he’s more than a little surprised when they’re wrapped around each other in Jim’s quarters and Bones casually asks Jim who on the ship he’s slept with.
It’s said in light-hearted jest, but Jim can tell that it’s a genuine question and he can’t quite bring himself to reply at first. Sure they’re never talked about being exclusive, but Jim had thought that that was the point; it was an unspoken agreement. He had thought the moment they had broken down their last boundary and slept together (back in their third year at the academy, it had felt so natural that they had both freaked out a little), that this was it.
Obviously Bones didn’t feel the same way.
“You think that I’ve been sleeping around?” Jim asks quietly.
Bones picks up on his tone and turns fully to look Jim in the eye. “I don’t expect you not to, I know that we have this, whatever ‘it’ is, but I also know you, Jim. I get it.”
Jim would feel hurt and a little offended, but Bones is making a good point, of course it would be expected of him to be promiscuous in all situations. His reputation has secured that. He sighs, they are lying on his bed, facing each other with various limbs bridging the gap and he vaguely drifts his finger tips across Bones’ back. “No, I haven’t Bones, that’s not the point to this. With you it’s something different. Something special.”
‘Starlight’ - Supermen Lovers
The thing that makes Jim such an admirable Captain is his drive.
He shows it in different ways for different occasions, but it’s always there, always spurring him on to greatness.
It shows when he’s negotiating with diplomats in his charming but firm words and actions. It shows when he throws himself into battles, with natives and pissing matches with the Romulans and Klingons. His drive is almost tangible when he’s fighting for the survival and those that he feels responsible for, for the rights of lesser beings, for clarity on the behalf of stubborn ambassadors. It’s in the way that he strides through the ships corridors. It shows when he gives commands and when he stands by his decision even whilst others may not.
Leonard can see Jim’s drive.
It makes him seem that little bit more amazing when they're alone in his quarters and he loses ‘The Captain’ and becomes Jim once again and smiles in that beautiful, purely human way, just for Bones.
And Leonard loves him all the more for it.
‘I’m in Love’ Audio Bullys
It’s the damn flight sims that break Leonard every time. so he’s never hated anyone as much as he does Commander Hewson after a sim, when he’s left to stumble to his next destination and pretend that he doesn’t have the shakes and he isn’t going to vomit creatively/collapse/have a mental break down.
Leonard dopily blinks into the glaring sunlight when he steps outside and he clumsily makes his way over a nearby low wall so that he can divert his energy from ‘Staying Upright’ to ‘Thinking Rationally’. Once he’s found a seat and his skeleton is relieved into a slouch, he can focus past the murky fog clouding his vision that has the words ‘Fuck Commander Hewson’ stamped across it.
Leonard slumps and thinks. In fact he spends a while being slumped and thinking, not because he has deep philosophical musing, but because, for once, he’s having a hard time recalling Jim’s schedule.
Surely, Leonard thinks, Jim is in the cafeteria, or the library right now, or his advanced combat class, or -what day is it again?- perhaps he’s hounding Uhura...
He doesn’t know, Leonard dully realises, and to be honest, he doesn’t really know much of anything right now.
He’s not even certain he could remember where his own ass is, even with a map and guiding hand.
Leonard is exhausted.
He gives up finding Jim as a bad job and decides that the best thing to do is to go back to his bed and sleep off the delirium. Fortunately, he’d already planned ahead and made sure that he had nothing in his schedule for the next seventeen hours.
Somehow, Leonard manages to all but crawl his way back to his rooms, key in the access code and make it through the door to find Jim sprawled across his couch, eating pizza. Any other time would see Leonard getting pissy about grease stains and heart conditions, but today he just gruffly mutters “gi’me that” and collapses on the couch too.
Jim silently passes him a slice and watches whilst he half-heartedly eats it and then another.
“How did it go? Jim quietly asks as he stands up, carefully dragging Leonard with him and into his room.
Leonard sighs heavily “shit.” This is muffled by his shirt being pulled over his head by Jim and then they both work on removing his pants and manoeuvring him into bed. “Thanks” he mumbles, and he’s drifting the second that his head touches the pillow.
He stays conscious long enough to feel Jim climb in behind him, loop an arm around his torso and press the words “see you tomorrow” into the nape of his neck.
Leonard feels blessed to have Jim.
I might just carry on doing this at some point, because it's nice and maybe something will actually come out of this! You never know. Also, I'm going to take a quick look over something I wrote a while ago but never finished and see if it is worth putting up and stuff...