my shipping is getting out of hand

Okay, so after reading @sir-scandalous ‘s Abuse AU (or something like that, I believe?) I have feelings and thought god dammit, so lets get down to it. I’ve mixed it with an AU I’ve been drafting for a fic as well, which is Mute!Lance/Highschooler!Lance and Cafe owner!Shiro. (Lance is 17, Shiro is 19)

Lance has an abusive father with anger issues, and at the age of 9, Lance suffered severe damage to his vocal chords after a bad bout with his father strangling him. So he is no longer able to talk, which makes it even worse for him because he can no longer voice for help when he needs to, which his father fully knows and abuses this fact. 

Lance is taking the long way hope one day, wanting as much alone time to himself before facing whats at home, and he discovers a new cafe opened just several blocks away from his neighborhood. The big banner over it reading The Noir Lion, and the smell of freshly baked blueberry muffins made his stomach growl painfully.So, he decides to head in and take a seat at a semi closed off booth area. 

Because his other employees are busy cooking and tending to others, Shiro himself dusts himself off and grabs a black waiter apron to wrap around his waist to go and get Lance’s order. He asks the usual way and waits for an answer, to which Lance starts to get nervous and anxious over because damn, it was too crowded today and this handsome gentleman was expecting an answer and oh damn, his phone almost slipped from his fingers. Good job. Shiro notices the boys growing anxiety and holds out a hand, telling him to take it easy and go slow, with whatever he was doing. Lance nodded, smiling small, and took a deep breath, before typing out his reply on his phones notepad. 

Shiro wondered why the boy couldn’t talk, but he wouldn’t pry, instead giving him a nod and gentle smile before going to get Lance  a muffin and a cup of coco on the house because the boy looked so sad and stressed. So when Lance is about to leave he tries to pay for the coco too, but Shiro refuses it and tells him to come back anytime. Later on when Shiro goes to clean the table, he sees ten dollars, to which he simply pockets to save and give back. 

This continues on for a whole month, Shiro learning of Lance’s inability to speak, and always saving Lance’s money he leaves behind rather then putting it in the register. Lance starts developing a crush on Shiro after two months and starting to actually flirt with gestures, brush of finger tips and cheesy as hell pick up lines on his phone. Shiro always makes time to sit with Lances on each of his visits now, and even invites him to a private back room where the employees go for lunch, when Lances come in overly stressed, breathing hard or crying. Lances never outright admits his abusive household, but Shiro already has strong suspicions, but doesn’t force anything yet. 

Just imagine Lance, instead of going home right away, he goes to Shiro’s cafe and shows him his progress in grades and trophies in swimming and track competitions, and Shiro always smiling brightly and occasionally giving Lance a hug when the boy was ready for such contact. 

Then imagine Lance’s father finding out where Lance has been going and getting upset at not knowing, so he goes over one time and publicly humiliates Lance in front of a half filled cafe and Shiro, but Shiro is having none of that and despite Lance’s dad being somewhat bigger than him, Shiro is still hella strong enough to grab the man by the arm and manhandle him out of there and away from Lance, defending his dignity all the while. Lance is in tears for both Shiro defending him and because he was now scared to go home. Shiro invites Lance to stay the night at his place, and until closing time teaches Lance how to make buttercream roses on cakes and how to make his favorite blueberry muffin as distraction.

“So paladin, it looks like your other paladins abandoned you.” 

“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” 

“If that’s the case, how about we get started?” 

“Bring it big ears.” 


LOOK AT THIS SASSY LANCE LOOKING ALL BADASS YASSS.

Anyway, concept is that Lance gets captured while on a Galra ship for some mission. Lance is about to get out but because of… reasons (?) he ends up staying on the ship while the rest of the team wormholes out. So he tries to keep out of their hands as much as possible but ends up being captured and interrogated by (*cough* Prine Lotor *cough*) before the rest of the team can come and get him. 

I needed my baby to do something badass although he had that cool sharpshooter moment I NEED MORE. Anyway here is to waiting for season 3 and drowning in fanfiction! Enjoy!

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Guidelines of Disposal:
This
is where you put the things
you are not yet sure if you regret


for example:

  • Take a moment to imagine Noctis in an oversized sweater and leggings???
    • Bare feet and sleepy eyes and a bedhead, the ultimate lazy day attire
  • Now, imagine, Prompto coming by to hang out, and Noct not bothering to change cause they’re closer than best friends and he’s so comfortable that he doesn’t mind not looking his best
  • Imagine Prom turning beet red as soon as he laid eyes on Noct because ??? Who gave him a right to look that cute???
    • Be still his beating heart, he wasn’t ready
    • So many sneaky pictures will be taken, gotta capture this cute moment forever, it’s not like this happens often
  • Now, imagine Noct stretching when he yawns, sweater pulling up and showing off a sliver of his stomach
  • He looks so warm, and before Prom even realizes what he’s doing, he’s running his hands under that sweater, fingers fanning out over the others ribs, marveling at the warmth radiating from his skin
    • Noct doesn’t pull away, wouldn’t dream of it, he was used to the touches, the skin to skin contact that they both seemed to crave
  • Imagine Prompto realizing what’s happening and jerking his hands back with a blush, only to be pulled back down, hands returning to their rightful place against Noct’s ribs and his head against his chest, listening to his heart beating
  • Finally, imagine them staying like that for the rest of the day, feather light kisses shared between them, and soft words of praise and devotion
    • Only, probably, being interrupted by Iggy coming in to let them know about dinner 
  • Just, imagine them soft and warm, and most of all, happy
Magic Shenanigins

Context: We were playing a session of 5e, the group consisted of a CN Female Aventi Bard (Aventis being an aquatic variant of Humans from 3.5, played by me), a CN Male Half Dragon Turtle/ Half elf ranger, a NG Male Wood Elf Monk, and a LE Female Human Cleric of some homebrewed deity. None of us liked the Electrum currency, but I hated it with a passion. We were in port after having fled from a kraken we had luckily spotted before it was able to attack us due to my trident of warning. While everyone was resting back on the ship, they decided to send me off to find some waterbreathing potions because we were going to look for a shipwreck later.

DM: You see a small, unassuming building with a small sign hanging from it that says “Discount Magic Shop”

Me: I’ll go inside I suppose.

DM: Okay. As you walk inside, you see a cluttered mess of items and shelves. While you take in the mess before you, a small elderly gnome appears behind the counter.

Gnome (DM): “Can I help you Missy?”

Me: “Yeah, do you have any potions of waterbreathing? I recently learned that my friends cant breathe underwater.”

Gnome: “Yes, I do. That’ll be 75 gold per bottle.”

I had forgotten my money pouch back on the ship and only had a single Electrum piece with me. The Gnome and I struck up a conversation about Electrum and soon discovered our mutual disdain for the useless piece of coin. One thing lead to another and I ended up convincing him to awaken the electrum piece.

My DM decided that the electrum piece would be shocked at its sudden sentience and would do nothing but scream when taken out of my money pouch. So, I returned to the ship empty handed and was immediately given the third degree about my lack of waterbreathing potions. I told the group that I had forgotten my money but I had convinced the shopkeep to awaken my electrum piece. Suffice to say, my group was disappointed. Later on, we were getting ready to leave and they had sent me to pay the dock master (they made sure I had my coin purse). On the way their, I was pickpocketed without my knowing and didn’t realize until I had arrived at the dock masters office because I heard a distinctly familiar screaming sound and, a few moments later, a young man came into view and threw my coin purse at me.

Young Man: “Make it stop! I cant take the screaming anymore!”

Me: “Shh, shh. I cant make it stop, only you can do that. You see, you have angered my Goddess and she is a petty, vindictive Goddess and will only lift the curse if you make the proper offering.”

DM: Make a deception check.

Me: *rolls* 27

DM: He nods his head rapidly and asks what the proper offering is.

Me: “In your case, she demands a full return of what was stolen as well as an offering of equal value to her. That would be around 5000 gold.”

DM: “I don’t have that kind of money. I could barely do half that!”

Me: “Tell you what, give me my stuff back and 2500 and I’ll see what I can do.”

DM: He hands you your money back and takes you to the end of the docks where he pulls up a rope with a large sack tied to the end. He hands you the sack and asks you what happens now.

Me: “Now, we wait. If she accepts the offering the screaming will stop. If not…” I would like to close my money pouch to stop the screaming without him knowing.

DM" Make a sleight of hand check.

Me: *rolls* Nat 20!

DM: Yeah, you kinda just shake your waist a little and the screaming stops as the electrum piece is covered by the rest of your money.

Me: “She has accepted your offering. I will have to take this to her church so the proper rites can be recited and then given to her.”

I successfully conned a man out of 2500 gold because of that electrum piece. I later went on active cons with that piece of electrum until my DM finally got tired of me and had my Goddess punish me for using her name as part of cheap ploys to obtain money. I offered her half of the accumulated wealth and the Electrum piece as my way of begging for my life. That electrum piece has shown up in many of our games after that.

🌼 🌼 waiting for the mission to start, teaching the son important things  🌼 🌼

(Do Not tag as mcr//eyes or reblog to ship blogs i Will Know and i Will Block You)

Bracelet Commissions

Okay so I’m pretty much broke

And I refuse to ask for money because of internalized issues that make is impossible for me to request help no matter how much I need it. So I’m going to try and earn money. But since I can’t do the usual thing which is drawing the only thing I have is jewery. Specifically wrap style bracelets. The following are a few examples 

These are the oldest two I have. They’re not very good but give you an idea of the design. These are double wraps so they go around your wrist twice. The one on the right is faceted Citrine and non-faceted Aventurine. On the left is what I believe is Turquoise and maybe a Red Jasper and silver toned spacers. I can’t recall it’s been years since I made these. These beads are very small, 4mm I believe. 

The first triple wrap I made, it’s very bulky, the stones being 8mm. The cord is leather and the meta spacers are simple pewter. The stones are Aqua Terra Imperial Jasper and something that looks like but isn’t Larimer. I suspect a dyed howlite or the likes. 

One of the two most recent ones I made, you can see I’ve gotten better. Malachite, Red Jasper, Lapis Lazuli and Onyx with silver toned spacers. Also a triple wrap. The beads are all 6mm rounds

This one was made for a friend and was something I’d never tried before, different shaped beads working together. It did turn out pretty well for something I’d never done before but I can’t swear to the size of the beads. But it’s made of three different shaped garnet beads and unakite bars. It’s also a triple wrap. 

A comparison shot of the size of bead. 

The above are not actually for sale. These are custom made and sized for my wrist and as such won’t fit anyone else. 
I am, however, looking to make some for others who want some. They won’t be cheap as materials aren’t inexpensive but it’s something I actually enjoy doing and I’m hoping to make just enough money off of them to say I’m making SOMETHING. 


Pricing 

The bracelets will be priced according to how many wraps as each time around is essentially enough material to make another bracelet. 

  • Single wrap - $30
  • Double wrap - $40
  • Triple wrap - $50

I’m only really charging for materials here as my time isn’t worth a whole lot to me and I’m going to be sucking up the cost of shipping. Remember my prices are all in Canadian as well so if you’re american then you’re getting a deal. As well, I may give you a deal if you pick from the list of materials I currently have on hand as opposed to something I need to go out and acquire

Materials

The following is a list is everything I currently have on hand.  

  • pearls of a vaguely round shape (purple, teal, pink, olive green, lilac, gold and some kinda pastel peacock thing)
  • faceted goldstone tires 8mm
  • faceted amethyst tires 8mm
  • faceted amethyst rounds 6mm
  • unakite rounds 8mm
  • faceted fluorite tires 6mm
  • fluorite rounds 4 and 6mm
  • faceted and unfaceted clear quartz rounds 6mm
  • garnet rounds 4mm
  • faceted carnelian tires 4mm
  • kyanite flat rounds 6mm
  • peridot flat rounds 4mm

These are materials I can acquire. They are all non faceted rounds

  • smokey quartz 6mm 8mm
  • lapis lazuli 6mm 8mm
  • blue jasper 8mm
  • jade 6mm 8mm
  • sodalite 4mm 8mm
  • fluorite 6mm
  • purple banded agate 6mm
  • aqua terra imperial jasper 8mm
  • rhodonite 8mm
  • imperial red jasper 6mm
  • matt red jasper 4mm 6mm 8mm
  • mookaite 6mm 8mm
  • red tigers eye 4mm 6mm 8mm
  • black agate 6mm 8mm
  • malachite 8mm
  • chrysoprase 8mm
  • azurite 6mm 8mm 
  • turquoise 6mm

If you have any real interest, please message me. We can talk about the details and work something out. I can send photos of the materials I have to make sure you like them. 

Also, if you’d be willing to reblog this, that would be great. Maybe someone out there is interested. 

Theories (Peter Quill)

Pairing: Peter Quill x OC

Warnings: None…tiny, tiny spoiler for Vol. 2

A/N: This might be complete crap, but I desperately needed to write some Quill. I hammered this out earlier this morning and just did a quick edit, no rewriting. But hopefully it’s post worthy! I think a second part is in order? xD

PART TWO HERE


Originally posted by despairingfever

The sound of bickering voices drifted back from the cockpit, making me roll my eyes. I lowered the manuscript I was flipping through.

“Will you two morons cut it out already?” I hollered. I waited a beat, but the arguing went on. Probably hadn’t even heard me. Anyways, it wasn’t my job to break up the idiotic pissing contest that went on between Rocket and anyone he met. Or at the moment, Drax.

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The Things We Fear

This was a lot gayer than I thought it would be. I owe the outline of the first part to @thesickficsideblog, but I kinda ran away with it at the end. I swear, it wasn’t supposed to be Klance, but my hand slipped. I’ll put it on ao3 later.

Summar: Lance gets trapped in a room full of fear gas, and the team can’t do anything but watch.

Implied/referenced torture

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Flexible BAMF Lance Part 2!!

They should’ve went left. But nooooo. Nobody listens to Lance. His gut told him to go left, but the team ultimately decided to go right. Guess it wasn’t the RIGHT decision (sorry, I’ll stop). To be fair, nobody knew that it would lead them right into Lotor’s trap. The main reason why they invaded the Galra ship is because they had more information about Pidge’s family. And Lance was a family kind of guy. He understood. So he swallowed down his protests and went with the team. Now they were here, handcuffed to a metal post whole Lotor paced in front of the paladins. “You foolish children. You honestly thought you could easily sneak into MY ship and just stroll away with confidential information? If this is what Voltron has become, taking total control will be,how do you earthlings say, a walk in the park.” Lotor laughed menacingly. Alright, Lance had heard enough. While Lotor continued to blab and swish his hair, Lance silently gripped his thumb with his other hand. Wearing a deadpanned expression and with hard and quick twist and tug, he easily dislocated his thumb. He easily slipped his hand out from the cuff. Now to get Lotor into range. “Hey, Lord Fuckboy or whatever your name is, your roots are horrible.” “Lance, what are you doing?!” Keith hissed at him, who was chained right beside him. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing. Yeah, you’re fooling nobody. We all know that’s not your natural color. And look at those split ends. More like divorced ends, am I right?” Lotor quickly marched to Lance, grabbing him by the collar of his suit and putting him right in front of his face. “You dare disrespect me? Say that directly to my face, and see what you get.” “No thanks, I’m done talking now. I’d much rather move on to the park where I kick you in the face.” “Excuse me?? You dare threaten the mighty Prince Loto-” THWACK!! Lotor quickly crumbles to the ground. Lance slowly lowers his leg back to the ground with a pleased grin on his face, and he resets his thumb back into place. “Wow, I never thought he would shut up.” Sirens blared and the thunderous sounds of footsteps fluttered throughout the room. “Sorry guys, I don’t think I’ll have enough time to free y'all before backup comes, but don’t worry.” Lance smirked. “Papi Lance is here to save the day.” Galra guards quickly fled the room and Lance wasted no time. He ran directly toward the mass, ignoring his teammates yells. As he approached the first Galra and before it could shoot, he quickly done a backflip, extending out his leg and kicked the guard under the chin, landing easily on his feet. Lance grabbed the disregarded gun, and somersaulted over the remaining Galra. He scaled part of the wall in order to gain leverage and reach the railings of the low ceiling. Holding the gun in his mouth, he grabbed the rail with both hands, and quickly spun himself until he gained enough momentum to launch himself to the other side of the room. When landed, he quickly drew the gun, and all hell broke lose.
Gun marks scattered all over the floor and walls of the ship, along with the bodies of Galra soldiers. Lance brought the smoking gun to his lips and blew away the remaining smoke. “Now that’s how you get it done.” The team stared at the Blue Paladin in shock. Pidge whispered, “Holy shit.” “Pidge, language.” Was Shiro’s breathy reply as he stared with wide eyes. Hunk started slow clapping, quickly gaining speed and crying while Keith just confirmed that he was, in fact, the gayest person he knew. Lance turned to his team and shrugged. “I’m super flexible. I do yoga two times a day, and I’m the champion of Twister back home. I also wanted to run away and join the carnival when I was younger, so I took gymnastics.” Lance smirked. “It was pretty impressive you gotta admit.” The team comes pack to their senses and shakes their heads and chuckles, getting the information they came for. They then head back to their lions. Before they can get in, however, Lance stops them. “Hey, before we head back to the castle, I just wanted to say something…” The teams waits patiently. Lance takes a deep breath, and with tears beginning to form in his eyes, he quiznaking dabs.

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Hey I’m backkkkkk.  I haven’t drawn a comic in ages but here we are.  Haha remember this? The ol’ “undertale Sans and underfell Grillby should be a thing and also Underfell Sans can come hang out too” wellllllllllll here we are. 

this is part 1.  when it turns into sansby kissing stuff i’ll lose my nerve and stop posting it but you’ll at LEAST get a few more updates before then.  um.  i’m sorry.  in advance.  for everything that i have become.

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Worth the Wait- Poe Dameron

Word Count: 2385

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Prompt: “Why are you looking at me like that” and Poe and OC friends to lovers.

A/N: Give me more Poe. This was so fun to write…best friends to lovers is my fav trope of all time besides love/hate I think!


“You really don’t have to sit here, Poe,” I said, casting the pilot a look from over my shoulder. “You gotta be exhausted.”

He was sitting on an overturned crate, chin propped in one hand as he watched me work. A crooked grin tugged at one side of his mouth. “What? And leave my baby all alone with you?”

I rolled my eyes at his teasing, but as I turned back to his ship, a small smile was on my own lips. “Honestly your “baby” might be better off in my hands than yours. Considering all the pain you’ve caused it.” I shined my light into the fuselage, double checking my work.

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Humans are space Orcs

So I’m going to toss in one of these cus why not.
What if all aliens just don’t get the concept of “Pets”

Year of the Gu'meks: 34458, 45, 3
Human year: 2254, 11, 15
Today I was assigned as the new ambassador to Earth. I have gone through most of the lessons of human quirks, but I still have to go through “Pets”, and “The will to survive” I have no idea what pets are, but I have a good idea what “the will to survive” is.

Year of the Gu'meks: 34458, 45, 4
Human year: 2254, 11, 15
I have borded the Human vessel “Edmonton” in order to be transported to Earth. I have met the Human ambassador on bord, and she is in charge of teaching me the concept of “pets” Her name is Alexadra. She is very kind, but the fact that femal humans always have their teets, even when not nursing child, confuses me. If evolution was slightly different on Gu'mek, perhaps we would to.
It also baffles me that Humans are the only spiecis that the name of the spiecis is not realed to their planet.

Suplement
Almost as soon as I was done writing my log, Alexandra came to me and said she wanted me to meet someone named “Doug”
It turns out Doug is on of these “pets”. He is a domesticated Earth canine. Alexandra explained that humans keep domesticated animals as companions. I guess being the “Apex preditor” of your planet has its advantages. She also explained that hundreds of human years ago they used these animals to help hunt, and still do.
I do not understand why humans still hunt, now that they have had farms on their planet for hundreds of years, and access to food replcation technology for about 96 years.

Year of Gu'mek 34..why am I doing this, no one is going to find us.
We crashed of Tummaah 4, and everybody exept Alex and her dog, and obviously me, has died. Alex has told me that now I shall see this “will to survive” humans are so famous for.

It has been 20 days scince the crash, and I have given up on rescue. When I brought this up with Alex, she simlpy stated “then we will make this hellhole our home”

Day 50.
We have built a crude house out of the wreckage of the ship. Alex is sad about the loss of the ship. She said it was named after her home city.

Day 61
DISASTER. A brutal storm struck and completely destroyed the house we resided in. A peice of debrie landed on Alex and Doug, wounding them both. Alex completely disregarded her own injuries to treat Doug. Her injuries I may add, were quite extensive(broken leg, cracked rips, and a piece of debrie sticking out OF HER STOMACH.) This. This is the human will to survive. Alex, after making sure Doug was comfortable, finaly started treating herself.
I would try to help, but I know little about human physiology.

Day 70.
We have re-built the shelter, and even after all of her injuries, she insisted on hunting for food, despite the fact I offered to do it. She told me “I can still go out and hunt. Yes it will be painful, yes it will be harder than normal without Doug by my side, but I can do it. You on the other hand…well the Gu'mek are not that stealthy. You evolved to blend in with rocks and such, Humanity evolved to hunt. Now stay here and make sure Doug gets enough water, he is very sick, and I don’t want to lead anyone else.”

Day 100.
A ship has found us!! Its landing..ITS THE QUA'TALL

We have been on the run for 5 days. Alex came up with a crazy plan. Take the Qua'tall ship. Its a ship of 50. We are 2. 3 if you include the dog. Alex told me that if she can get one of their guns, she can do it by herself.

We did it. We have a gun. Doug and I are to stay here while Alex goes out. If she dies, I am to care for Doug as long as I can. He is aparently 12 years old, and dogs live for about 14.

IT WAS AMAZING. Alex has killed all of them. That was the human will to survive. It was amazing, she was hit multiple times. She just got up and kept going. We are now on the ship, and heading for Allied space.


Ok so this turned into something completely different and long.
But hey thats my addition to this tag.

“What’s going on here?” Clint asked, head tilted to the side and eyebrows furrowed. 

“Tony’s braiding my hair,” Bucky said nonchalantly, leaning his head against Tony’s thigh. “It relaxes him when he’s stressed out.”

Clint’s gaze fully settled on Tony and watched as his hands worked on another braid. He was neat and quick, already had a quarter of Bucky’s head done. Tony was also muttering to himself, nose scrunched up as he tried to figure an equation he couldn’t quite get. 

“And you’re okay with this?” Clint pointed at the braids and Bucky nodded. 

“Yeah I am,” Bucky replied, his lips curving into a soft smile. “If there’s anything I can do help de-stress him, I’m game,” He turned his head and pressed a small kiss against the bend of Tony’s knee. “Even if it means sitting here for hours until I can’t feel my ass anymore.”

Tony let out a brief chuckle at that before saying, “It’s fine, that won’t need to happen because I think I cracked it,” Tony stood up from where he was seated before bending down and pecking Bucky’s cheek. “But don’t go anywhere because it may not be correct.”

“I wouldn’t even dream of moving.” Bucky told him, his tone playful and Tony rolled his eyes but his smile was wide. 

“Hey, birdbrain.” Tony said, giving Clint a mock salute as he passed him on his way to the elevator. Once he had stepped inside and the elevator began to descend, Clint looked at Bucky with wide eyes. 

“Dude, you’re gone,” Clint said, grinning. “You’re so gone for him.”

“Yeah,” Bucky replied, his own grin sappy as he played with a braid. “I know.”

Not Without You

Originally posted by tony-starkes


Rating: Adult, Explicit, Mature

Characters: Jim Kirk, Reader, Spock, Uhura, Bones

Situation/Scenario: Reader is trapped on a shuttle that is about to fail/explode/fall out of the sky (I don’t know how to word that) And the crew is struggling to get her back on board. She is beamed out at the last second. Jim has already convinced himself she is going to die, she doesn’t, he proves how much he needs her.

Warnings: Almost death, Angsty, smut, romance, unprotected sex, AN UNEDITED HOT MESS

Author’s note: Sooo, I have not written smut since I had a kpop smut page. I apologize in advance, my skills are ruuustty.

tags: @yourtropegirl

Not Without You

“Y/L/N to enterprise!” You yelled into your communicator. “I don’t think the shuttle is going to make it!” You yell as you try to pilot the damn thing closer to the enterprise. The ship had stopped at a class m planet to assist in delivering medical supplies to a research team. Everything had gone well, till it was time to return to the enterprise. The team on the planet had their pick of some supplies, and you had the remaining on the shuttle with you. You were supposed to have another crew member go down with you, but you had done this very trip to this team a few times before and didn’t feel you needed assistance.

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OTP force
  • Person A: *a Star Wars fan*
  • Person B: *not a Star Wars fan*
  • Person B: can you hand me my drink?
  • Person A: no, your not incapable.
  • Person B: *pouts* fine I will get it myself! *reaches hand out like they are using the force*
  • Person A: what are yo- *realizes what they're doing* this is why I love you.. *sighs and hand person B his/her drink*
  • Person B: *smugly* I know *sips drink*
  • Person A: * dies a little in the inside*