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“Is that my shirt?” Bones asked one morning when he came into the kitchen to see you making pancakes. “Maybe.” It was the first clean looking shirt you found on the floor of Bones’ room, and you knew that it was his shirt. “I’m pretty sure that’s my shirt.” Bones said, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You could feel the hem of the shirt rise up on your legs. “And what are you going to do about it?” You said, flipping a pancake onto a plate and pouring another onto the griddle. “I’m not sure. It looks good on you.” “I knew

You were minding your own business, leaned up against a tree with a textbook open on your lap and the intention to study it. It was a beautiful day, and many of your peers had also decided to take advantage of this cooperative weather and go outside. The grass outside your residence building was teeming with life, and you were having a hard time studying. There were a few options for you earlier in the day, but the library seemed too quiet and cold, and you had forgotten a sweater in the room. Your roommate told you that they would need the room, and on your way out you saw their significant other come into the building. Right now they were

You dropped the bath bomb into the water, watching it immediately fizz and release a relaxing scent. The water turned purple, small flecks of glitter reflecting in the light of the bathroom. You lit a few candles, picked up your book, and sunk to your neck in the water. Silence was a rare treat in your field of work, and you had prepared for this day nearly a week in advance. Nothing was going to stop you from utilizing this day in the most productive way of all; doing absolutely nothing. The past week had been an intense ride where whatever could go wrong seemed to. You recently had gotten a promotion in the public relations office of Starf

"I think I love you." "You cannot think you love someone. You either do or you don't. Which is it?" You pondered his statement for a moment. "I love you." "I feel a deep regard for your company as well." "You really do know the quickest way to my heart, Spock." You crossed your arms across your chest, leaning back against an empty spot near Spock's post. He turned in his chair and looked up at you. "It is true. I enjoy the time I spend around you far more than when you are not in my proximity." His voice was warm to your ears, showing emotion he would only ever expose to the handful of people in the bridge. "Then why haven't you told yo

All you heard was the collision of flesh, the powerful clap of your fist connecting with your Captain’s cheek. The punch that you were demonstrating had gotten away from you. You didn't intend to punch your Captain at all, and that definitely wasn't how you thought you would spend your morning. No, you thought you would spend the morning teaching a class on self defense. Your fearless captain had located himself in your personal bubble as you were demonstrating a punch, and got hit. It wasn't like he was completely blameless in this situation. You thought you had made the directions clear, and that no one was to get between you and the