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@lieutenant-owens
three word starters
“i’ll do it.”
“please just don’t.”
“i hate you.”
“i love you.”
“you love me?”
“please stop it.”
“i can’t breathe.”
“just go away.”
“you’re an ass.”
“you’re a bitch.”
“don’t leave me!”
“don’t walk away.”
“stay with me.”
“i’m begging you…”
“for fucks sake…”
“clean this up!”
“please kiss me.”
“get off me!”
“you are despicable.”
“are you okay!?”
“don’t do this.”
“please shut up.”
“are you drunk?”
“don’t forget me.”
Eliza was nearly shaking with excitement, she couldn't contain a little squeak of happiness as she snuck up to Ceci's bed and gently poked her cheek. "C'is, wake up C'is, today is a very very special day!" She tried to dispel the manic smile from her face so that she wouldn't scare Ceci when she opened her eyes in the dim light of their room.
Reblog if you RP a character from Star Trek.
Whether it’s the Original Series, Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Enterprise, the Reboot, the animated series…any Star Trek.
Genderbents and OCs welcome.
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How would your character say goodbye to mine if mine was sacrificing their life for yours?
This time, when Hugo and Ellie kissed, it felt deeper. Not so much physically, but Hugo felt as though his heart may burst from the surprise and joy of it all. He loved her, and she loved him back, and it was too good to be real. If this was all imagined, then Hugo would refuse to ever face reality again. This was the only life he would want to have.
He pulled away, regrettably so, but not quickly either. The kiss was both instantaneous and timeless. Their eyes locked again, and the nurse smiled as he fixed her messy black hair.
"You realize I’m never leaving you alone again, right?" He asked breathlessly.
Eliza blushed at the smile that was spreading across her face without any input from the rational part of her brain. She kissed him once more, quickly but no less filling with love than their past kisses and chose to ignore his statement. Everyone leaves eventually.
"Would you like to come into my room and talk?"
She tried to stop from glancing away from his intense gaze, remembering that there was nothing to hide from him now.
//Ceci mun and I are having an awesome Saturday night, complete with TOS, ice cream, candy, something demonic she's showing me (send help) and me emotionally scarring her by making my Spock and Kirk dolls do it
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Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
"Did you really believe I could hate you, of all people?" He asked sincerely, but half his mouth twitched in a shy smile anyways. "It was unprofessional to like you as more than a friend or crewmate…and I care for you so much more than that."
His voice became quiet, comforting like it was used to, like the way he spoke to a bed-ridden patient, only with more feeling. Hugo’s fingertips barely threaded through Eliza’s dark hair before he attempted to look at her tear-stained face yet again.
"I love you, Ellie," he answered softly, and proved it by gently planting his lips upon hers.
Eliza started at both his words and the gentle touch of this lips against hers. She pulled back to look into his eyes and to be sure that he was telling the truth, and then decided that she didn’t care whether this was some cruel joke or if she had finally gone insane with longing for him.
"I," Eliza took a slow deep breath in and then continued, "I love you too, Hugo."
When she thread her hands into his hair and pulled his lips back to hers, it felt like fireworks were going off in her very core.
PSA: Since rp’ing with icons as opposed to gif has become a thing, but I’m just going to say this now…I don’t care if you rp with icons or gifs or no picture at all, what you use with your writing doesn’t change your writing and I’ll rp with you regardless.
My muse is curled up and asleep, clutching an item of your muse's to their chest. Send me what the item and your muse's reaction is.
Hugo gasped; he could hardly breathe around her. He never could, really, but now it was unbearable in the best way.
"No, I—" He licked his lips and gazed into her light blue eyes, bright like the stars he adored for so long. "I thought it would be better," he said, unfocused because Eliza was the perfect distraction, but he was honest. He had to explain himself and his actions. He owed her that.
"I thought it’d be better if I didn’t see you," he admitted in a soft, broken voice. What a stupid thing to have thought, he realized, now that she was here in his arms like he had wanted. The nurse swallowed a breath, and still never took his eyes off of her. "I was afraid…I always ruin things that are already perfect, and I couldn’t be honest with how I felt about you, Eliza. And I couldn’t bear it if you didn’t feel the same…"
Eliza couldn't bear to look into Hugo's eyes anymore, it seemed like if she did they would swallow her whole. She buried her face into his neck and tried to quell the hot tears she could feel burning in the back of her eyes. As she tried to calm her erratic breath, she felt one solitary tear slip out of her traitorous eyes and onto the hot skin of Hugo's neck.
"How do you feel about me, Hugo?"
As soon as she whispered it, a quiet and broken as it was, she could tell that Hugo had heard her. She immediately wished she could pull the words back into her chest and lock them away again forever.
But he didn’t even say anything. Hug was planning to, but when the moment arrived, all he could manage to do in less than a second’s time was wrap his arms around Eliza in an embrace that was surprisingly tight for the usually-gentle nurse. He didn’t even breathe at first until he smelled the slight fragrant notes of her hair that he pressed his face into.
"I’m sorry," he breathed, and practically had to choke the words out of himself. "I’m so sorry."
After the initial shock of being held so tightly against another body passed, Eliza gripped Hugo's uniform and buried her face in the crook of his neck. She thought that maybe if she got close enough, they would eventually osmose into one another and she would never have to feel alone or unwanted again.
With a deep shuddering gasp Eliza took what felt like her first real breath in months, she could smell Hugo, a mixture of sterile hospital smell and pure unadulterated warmth. She closed her eyes and let his words wash over her and his soft broken tone unleashed a cascade of her own apologies. "I'm so sorry Hugo. Please. Please."
She had no idea why she was saying please, maybe to beg him to accept her or never ever let go or to be gentle with her battered heart because now there was no denying that she had given it to him.
Concerned about her friends mental state Ceci sat upon the bed, stroking her hand through Eliza’s hair.
"Liz, what’s got you all riled up now? Is it work? I’m sure you could just take a week off. But you know drinkin’ isn’t any way to go about it."
Cecile looks at the darkened, watery, and puffy eyes of her friend. She can’t help but notice how lost they look, as if she is looking into the eyes of a stranger.
"Lizzy, I’mma need you ta’ talk to me, you hear?"
"Whu-what am I gonna do with a week hic off, C'is? Sit and rot in this hic dark room all day and night? Think about everything wrong I-I've ever done?"
Eliza could feel herself slipping out of consciousness and into the dark and glorious abyss that is a drunken stupor, but she tried to hold on. After all, she had forced her weakness on Ceci.
"What do yo-you want to talk about, my very best friend?"
She tried her hardest to lift her eyes to her friends, but only managed a few seconds before they slipped closed and she smiled listlessly.
Cecile had just returned from a long Night shift at the med bay when her sliding electronic doors opened to reveal a slumped uncomfortably against her bed, Eliza, crying and dazed. When she started crying for help the young ensign ran to her side, but was quickly taken aback by the smell of liquor against her breath.
"Liz have ya’ been… Drinkin’?" Watching the older girl in front of her tilt sideways her speculations were confirmed. Sighing she picked the taller up, with much difficulty, and rolled her into her bed. "Now what’s gotten into ya’ Liz? Where’d you even get such a strong liquor anyway?"
When Eliza hit the bed, as soft as it was, she felt like her entire body had broken into shards. She couldn't help the soft cry that was ripped out of her.
"P-please C'is, I can't think, I can't work, I can't live like this anymore. Help me."
She tried to open her eyes but they were so heavy and sealed shut by hours of crying and drinking the liquor she had smuggled on board the last time she had been on shore leave.
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