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I might have wrote a thing. Just a short thing, really.
Jim doesn’t realize how much he touches
Bones and Spockpeople until Uhura gently reminds him that Spock is a touch telepath and would probably prefer it if Jim reigned himself in.
So Jim does.
Gone are the shoulder slaps and the way he’d sometimes stop Spock by grabbing his forearm. He refrains from bumping his shoulder to Spock’s, tries to always keep at least a few inches of space between them.
After the first day of aborted movements, Spock looks at him a bit funny. After three days of the Let’s Not Touch Spock Initiative, Spock downright frowns at him. Or what would pass for a frown on a Vulcan, anyway.
Four days in, Spock puts his hand, very gently, on Jim’s shoulder when he updates him on the status of the samples they collected during their last mission, his thumb moving in small circles over a patch of skin, making Jim take a steadying breath. When the Alpha shift ends the next day, Spock leans his shoulder on Jim’s in the turbolift, presses in, just a little, just to make Jim feel his weight. When they have breakfast next morning, their legs touch, from thigh to ankle, and Jim has to focus on drinking his coffee lest he accidentally drowns in it.
When Spock takes Jim’s face in his palms five days later, after a long game of 3D scrabble, and leans in to mingle their breaths, to touch his nose lightly to Jim’s, to carefully taste Jim’s lips while his fingers gently run over Jim’s palm, Jim thinks he will send Uhura a thank-you bouquet.
I need a Star Trek AU where Spock makes a bet like Phileas Fogg about a 80 days long journey around… don’t know, a certain galaxy or something, and Chekov is his Passepartout because he can do zat, and they meet this Terran guy, Jim T. Kirk who is about to be burnt alive so they rescue him, and there is Spock, this logical, composed Vulcan, facing this ridiculously illogical voyage with so many adventures and troubles… well, you know the story.
So, is there someone up for writing this in a fic? Pretty please?
Open up the file of the last fic you worked on, copy the very first sentence of that fic (no cheating!), add it to the bottom of this post, and reblog.
"John never has called him Sherlock in bed."
Okay, I am DYING of curiosity about this one. :)
Also, here’s mine: “He doesn’t so much wake up as regain some semblance of consciousness.”
“When the alarm goes off at 8.30, I slap the snooze button, and automatically reach across the bed, groping for the warm, pliant form that should be curled against me.”
“What is this place, Mr. Holmes?”
"John Watson had to take a deep breath when he entered the huge stage from the side."
But it’s also hardly more than this xD
“Damian Scott has spent five days in Q-Branch when he receives call from a very irate, impatient and off-radar Agent 007.”
Oooh, lookit me adding in a 00Q HAHA.
"There were a whole host of reasons this entire venture was a bad idea, but perhaps the most glaring was small, furious, and currently hovering approximately two feet off the ground."
"It’s late in the evening when Carlos makes the decision."
“Spring was always pleasurable in St. Mary’s.”
Guess who found North and South fanfictions? Good-bye, sleeping!
bowtie-wearing-alien said: of course I saw it and I replied I’m just tired because school & wedding and stuff but Mycroft because in the BBC he’s the cold iceman without a heart and the point would be to show he does have a heart if he were the beast. stupid enough?
I like it.
But I was unsure about the answer because Mycroft is the Iceman and Harriet is the alcoholic who broke up with her wife. So Mycroft the beast needs someone to show him he has a heart and free him from the curse of loneliness… While Harriet the beast needs someone to rescue her from the curse and demon of the alcohol. Difficult questions of life, uhh.
ah, yeah, I see your point.
Maybe… since it’s a modern-day headcanon-AU thingy anyway, they should save each other. Save each other from themselves. From the alcohol (Harriet) and the fear to love (Mycroft.). S
orry due to my otps I’m into this “save each other!” plan quite a lot nowadays.
that would be the Tale of the Two Beasts… good.
I only need to find out which one would kidnap the other. oh, wait a minute, I know this one. this is definitely Mycroft’s style. now, this is settled.
okay, but why? why would he kidnap her?
also, please write this. (and put a nightmare in where Mycroft’s wearing Belle’s yellow robe.)
well… he is Mr Loneliness, he won’t leave his castle so she needs to go there. why would she go there? not unless she is kidnapped. why would he kidnap her? good question. I need to think about this.
I can’t write and I can’t speak English and if I try, I am always OOC.
you CAN write and you CAN in English and who cares if you are ooc.
I can try it but first I need to finish my CP-fic and I planned to write a Midsomer-fic, too.