Imagine finally confessing your feelings to your shipcest F/O.

The two of you are alone together, when the dam of your emotions finally breaks. You let it all pour out; the stolen glances, the fantasies you know you shouldn’t have…

You tell them you know they probably will not ever want to speak to you again. That you’ve probably ruined your relationship with them forever. You understand.

You turn, and start to go.

They grab your hand, and pull you back.

They tell you, no, stay. Please.