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atomicskull(R)
Fandom: STAR TREK REBOOT
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy (with background Spock/Uhura, McCoy/Jocelyn and Kirk/Gaila)
Length: 15,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
atomicskull
Author Website: http://atomicskull.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read: Yes, this fic uses a Taylor Swift song for inspiration but what she does with it is epic. Truthfully, it kind of made me a fan of Taylor Swift.. A high school au where Jim and Bones grow up together and are basically destined to be together from the beginning. I love this fic to piece and have reread it multiple times.
“You ok?” Jim looks startled.
“God, I just – I’m a moron.” He shakes his head at himself, biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing again.
“Why now?” Jim just grins. Bones thinks about elbowing him again, but the desire to do something else wins out.
Jim’s turned halfway towards him, so he moves, planting himself right in front of Jim, and before Jim can ask what the heck he’s doing, he grabs his face in both hands and kisses him.
Jim makes a shocked noise at the back of his throat, and for one horrible moment Bones thinks he’s going to pull back, but then he’s got a hand around Bones’ waist, pulling them together, flush against each other, his mouth opening under Bones’.
They’re about the same height, although Bones may have an inch on Jim, and it feels weird to be kissing someone who isn’t like half a foot shorter than he is. Weird in a good way. Weird in the sense that as soon as they part, both breathing hard, he wants to do it again.
Jim presses his forehead against Bones’, smiling, his lips parted.
“If that makes you a moron, you need to be a moron more often. Like, all the time if possible.” Jim’s voice is kind of rough around the edges, and it makes Bones grin.
“Actually, doing that makes me not a moron,” Bones teases, running a thumb over Jim’s jaw.
“I totally agree,” Jim says solemnly before he kisses Bones again.
And here Bones was thinking that the most exhilaration he’d ever felt on this stage was somewhere between “Willkommen” and curtain call for closing night of Cabaret. Evidently he was wrong. And he’s totally ok with that.
Never Know Your Story Like I Do
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy (with background Spock/Uhura, McCoy/Jocelyn and Kirk/Gaila)
Length: 15,000 words
Author on LJ:
atomicskullAuthor Website: http://atomicskull.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read: Yes, this fic uses a Taylor Swift song for inspiration but what she does with it is epic. Truthfully, it kind of made me a fan of Taylor Swift.. A high school au where Jim and Bones grow up together and are basically destined to be together from the beginning. I love this fic to piece and have reread it multiple times.
“You ok?” Jim looks startled.
“God, I just – I’m a moron.” He shakes his head at himself, biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing again.
“Why now?” Jim just grins. Bones thinks about elbowing him again, but the desire to do something else wins out.
Jim’s turned halfway towards him, so he moves, planting himself right in front of Jim, and before Jim can ask what the heck he’s doing, he grabs his face in both hands and kisses him.
Jim makes a shocked noise at the back of his throat, and for one horrible moment Bones thinks he’s going to pull back, but then he’s got a hand around Bones’ waist, pulling them together, flush against each other, his mouth opening under Bones’.
They’re about the same height, although Bones may have an inch on Jim, and it feels weird to be kissing someone who isn’t like half a foot shorter than he is. Weird in a good way. Weird in the sense that as soon as they part, both breathing hard, he wants to do it again.
Jim presses his forehead against Bones’, smiling, his lips parted.
“If that makes you a moron, you need to be a moron more often. Like, all the time if possible.” Jim’s voice is kind of rough around the edges, and it makes Bones grin.
“Actually, doing that makes me not a moron,” Bones teases, running a thumb over Jim’s jaw.
“I totally agree,” Jim says solemnly before he kisses Bones again.
And here Bones was thinking that the most exhilaration he’d ever felt on this stage was somewhere between “Willkommen” and curtain call for closing night of Cabaret. Evidently he was wrong. And he’s totally ok with that.
Never Know Your Story Like I Do
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