Tell Me

Summary: Sam has this habit of distracting you every time he comes to visit. Working out more, forgetting to wear a shirt, you know the drill. But what happens when he finds a way to distract you when you’re in class as well?

Word Count: 5187 (got a little carried away. Not sorry at all)

Warnings: Implied smut. Sam Fucking Winchester (let’s be honest here, he is a warning all in himself)

A/N: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba​‘s fic Sexy Bastard is the fic that started this whole thing. Seriously, as soon as I read her summary “Sam is a fucking tease, okay?” I knew that I was done for. I’ve been working on this for an entire week because it just had to be done. Also, perfect timing! Happy Birthday Sam Winchester, you tease!

Tell Me English MasterlistDime Masterlist en Español

“How about that homework last night?” Jonathan asked, sliding into his normal seat beside you.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Nelly groaned, turning in her chair to talk to you two. “Lil and I worked on it for six hours and we still don’t know if we did it right.”

“Right?” You agreed emphatically, getting war flashbacks to your battles with the case study and your excel spreadsheet. “I swear, we haven’t even learned half of the stuff it was asking us to do.”

Rhetta pushed her chair closer and you fought to hold back your eye-roll. Here comes her self-righteous, better-than-you speech. “Actually, we learned about the regression analysis last week, and it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to answering question five from there.”

How about you just hop, skip, and jump away from us?

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friday, april 21 2017 ||

i keep forgetting that it’s friday…

since i’ve been slacking on posts and such, i took some quick snaps of my current bullet journal and am sharing them! it’s in a dotted notebook i found at tjmaxx and i’m so in love with it. 

i’ve had a full day of classes pretty much, just two hours of break between them over all. right after my last class gets out at 4 today, i’ve got to rush over to work for a six hour shift. i’m already exhausted and took a 10-minute “nap” before starting an audio lecture and taking these pictures. it was nice to just lay my head down and close my eyes for a few minutes. also it’s absolutely pouring today, and i think that’s the only thing keeping me in a somewhat cheerful mood, despite my exhaustion.

only one week left of classes and then i have finals week. I CAN MAKE IT. 

eeeeeehhhhhhhh here’s my instagram 

Theater Mode, aw yeah! I have never enjoyed bad horror more. @officialah

Featuring, from left to right, “Fetal Pose” Jeremy Dooley, “Just Kill Me” Geoff Ramsey, “THEY THANKED WINDOWS 7″ Ryan Haywood, “Mad” Michael Jones, and … Jack Pattillo. Just Jack. (I ran out of funny. So sue me. It’s 1am and I’ve been working on this for like six hours.)

This was trippy as f*** to make. My eyes went weird at the end with the purple and red and rotoscoping the guys took a really long time.

Other art by me!

Albus’s as-yet-unnamed familiar from Heroes and Halfwits

Wraith Ryan being dorky in Dead By Daylight

Oh, Ryan (Orion’s Belt Dumb Art Pun)

Overcooked Chefs

Heroes and Halfwits strip

Geoff’s Portrait

AH Harley Quinns & Mista J Group Shot

Achievement Hunter Hockey League!

lifelike Ryan in pencil or  Creepy Ryan shirt!

Jeremy’s Portrait

Let Me Pt. 2 // Jeon Jungkook


the prompt: can you make prince!jungkook into a series (or mini series?) pleaseee? Your writing is so good and prince jungkook is so adoring I love it!! the au this is based off of: i’m supposed to inherent the throne but really I’d rather own this tiny bakery with you.

words: 1684

category: fluff

author note: i had a really good time writing this and delving back into prince jungkook. pls enjoy this lil continuation!

- destinee

Originally posted by bangtanbanchan

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medikalemergency  asked:

Hey, I love the blog, it's one of my dash favorites! I have a question about crate training our new pup. I work from home and feel awful stuffing him in his crate when I need to work since leashing him to me makes me feel like I need to actively eyeball him. I try to work six hours daily but take him outside to potty every hour or whenever he wakes up from a nap. Am I just being overly sensitive? We play and go for walks sometimes in between as well but he still cries and I feel like an ass.

Six hours total doesn’t sound extreme. Depending on how young he is it might be too much if you asked him to stay in there the entire time, but since you’re letting him out so frequently it’s probably fine. If he’s crying in the crate, it may be that he doesn’t have enough to do - try wearing him out before he goes in, and having chews or frozen kongs for him to work on while he’s in there. 

Act of Kindness | 01 |

Since day one, boundaries and personal space were never really part of the picture.

02  | 03 | 04 

*gif not mine*

It’s too late to be roaming the streets, especially alone.

But this seems to be the only time you can take a peaceful walk. Crowded and loud streets during the day, as well as you working six to eight hour shifts most days. There’s no time during the day, but there’s time when you can’t sleep or just have a lot on your mind. Sitting in the house all night instead of sleeping makes you restless, so taking a stroll around two in the morning has become a regular thing.

Often times there are a few others outside. Some drunk and dragging their feet down the sidewalks trying to catch a taxi or walking to their destination, some seeming to be doing exactly what you’re doing. No one speaks, the only sounds coming from passing cars and whatever goes on in the household nearby that are still alive at this time of night.

Today is exceptionally cold and you bundled up in sweats, a thick sweatshirt and a jean jacket. You can still feel the slight sting of the wind, but it’s better than tossing and turning in bed all night. You had insomnia in high school and this kind of feels the same, but then again it’s different. There’s a lot more on your mind now that your gap year is a little over half way over. You’ve already been accepted into your university of choice and got a few scholarships, and with the help of your mom you won’t be deep in college debt, but the excitement and doubt have set in early it seems. Still unsure of a major, worrying about if you’ll have enough money for books, food, and other expenses. Half of the time you know you’re just over thinking, but even telling yourself that multiple times doesn’t always work.

So breathing in the fresh air and feeling the wind seep through your clothing calms you. It relaxes your nerves and gets you tired by the time you’re back home.

A sniffle breaks you out of your daze. Just about every night you walk is uneventful so you’re a little curious. There’s another one closer this time, so you speed up your slow, slightly dragging footsteps. When you hear movement around the corner of the brick wall to your right you slow back down once you hit the edge of the wall, and find someone slouched against the brick. One knee up and propping his arm up, head down as more sniffles and quiet hiccups come from him.

You almost turn back around, but maybe he needs someone to talk to. Even though if you were in his position you know you wouldn’t want a stranger coming up to you asking if you’re okay when you’re obviously not, but hey, he could be different.

“Excuse me?” you whisper out, not wanting to scare him. 

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Find Your Angel

A/N: Lol so here’s that Gabriel soulmate AU thing. Returning to my roots with angel smut. :) (See Humanity Over Heaven lmao.) FirSt TimE WriGhTinG GaBE ! Okay if there are any typos or whatever it’s because it’s 4:07 AM and I have been working on this for six hours. Forgive me. ;( 

Word Count: 5422 (lmao)

Warnings: Um. Mentions of being an orphan; moving from one home to another. Kinda graphic descriptions of torture. Kidnapping. A tiny bit of fluff. SMUT. Soulmate!AU. 

Summary: In a world where [y/n] is surrounded by normal people with normal names for their soulmate markings, she is outcast for her abnormal runes. It’s a language nobody’s ever seen, and no one can translate to her who her mate is– until she’s introduced to the hunting life, until she’s introduced to a man mated to an angel. Will she find her own angel? 


When you had been born into this world with your tattoo scrawled down your spine in strange symbols that no one could decipher, your parents had deduced you to be… Well. A satanic spawn, to put it in their very elegant terminology. For fifteen years, you had been moved between foster homes and government holding facilities, reeking havoc and mischief across the country. Sometime during that span of nightmarish years, you’d eventually learned a few of the ins-and-outs of life– including some things you weren’t supposed to know. Like, for instance, you’d befriended a set of twins whom had lost their parents to a ravenous clan of vampires– and another boy had watched his mother fall under the claws of a werewolf. While you bumped your way through life, you’d learned a thing or two of the things that bumped back.

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More of a "Fuck management"

I worked as a dishwasher in a sports bar two years ago and had a nasty Head Cold/Bronchitis combo, and my manager knew this and I asked her if I could leave early. I offered that I would work the first four-six hours of my shift if needed but the last two would be brutal(cuz I was always a closer). She said no because it was “football season” and I was like fine okay. My co-workers watched me FOR SEVEN HOURS power house through dishes, and then as I was carrying them up to the appropriate station, I couldn’t help but cough or sneeze all over them because it was uncontrollable, so I would have to run back to the sink and rewash them. I could barely see because my eyes were watering so hard it looked like I was sobbing. Eventually my co-workers complained cuz they felt really bad for me (they were all friends with me and my mom who also worked back of house there) and after like 4 people AND the kitchen manager complained, she finally agreed. None too soon tho, cuz we closed in an hour. I felt so bad tho. I was backed up on dishes and the boys had to stay late to finish them :/

Late Night Shopping - Calum Hood

A/N: Here please don’t hate me *throws this at you and leaves crying softly*

You’re walking through the supermarket trying not to see anyone you know. At 11:30pm on a Thursday evening this is usually not difficult. However being caught in your worn, hole ridden pants and one of Calum’s band shirts, massacra and eye-liner smudged all underneath your eyes giving the effect of a panda isn’t something you were keen for.

You’d had a terrible day. Firstly you’d had early classes of your least favourite courses. Then worked for six hours of your usual shift, seemingly it was grumpy peoples’ day out and you were obviously not notified. You’d been given added overtime without notice because your coworker hadn’t turned up for her shift and despite the money being good you just weren’t in the mood. Finally you’d gotten home to a dark and silent house. A cruel reminder that your boyfriend was on tour with his band and wouldn’t be home for another two months. You’d had a small mental breakdown that had resulted in your mascara smudges and t-shirt thieving. Having settled down a little from your breakdown by now you were ducking into the grocery store to grab a bottle of champagne and a tub of ice-cream to console yourself. Unhealthy coping mechanisms but you frankly didn’t care at 11:30 pm.

You had parked somewhat away from the actual shopping centre despite the multitude of spare spaces; you just didn’t want to be right up close to everyone else. As you headed into the store you grabbed a basket and meandered towards the alcohol section splurging on some reasonable champagne. As a teenager vodka had never been a favourite of yours but you’d become a champagne snob after visiting the boys on their European leg of the last tour. It was something you’d not been able to let go ever since.

You grabbed the champagne before you could reassess your life and headed for the ice-cream aisle wandering down the chocolate asile on your way just to tempt yourself some more. A way to make the trip last a little longer not wanting to go home to an empty house.

You’re halfway down the chocolate aisle when running feet startle you as they round the corner and continue on pounding towards you, halting briefly the tall blur reaches a long arm around you to grab something off the shelf in front of you. ‘Sorry!’ The deep voice says hurriedly. You startle for a second time grabbing the tall blur, that has become a tall yet visible man now, by his arm. 'Luke what the actual fuck!’ You exclaim convinced you’re dreaming. 'Y/N!’ He responds just as startled as you are, you’re not sure why he’s so startled to see you considering you in fact live in this town and he is supposed to be in another state entirely. Luke squeezes you into a massive hug nonetheless, rattling the champagne against the basket and pushing all the air out of you. 'Woah I’ve missed you so much and so has your boyfriend that’s why I have to be quick getting this, I told him I couldn’t wait I needed some chocolate so,’ he kisses your head in a loving big brotherly fashion despite being two years younger than you, 'I’ve gotta go I’ll catch you some time!’ He pulls away as you roll your tired eyes. 'Luke!’ You say half amused half annoyed. 'Yeah?’ He turns jogging on the stained linoleum. 'Do me a massive favour please.’ You speed walk over not wanting to run to him should the champagne begin clunking against the plastic carry basket again. 'Pay for this and a tub of ice-cream and bring them back to the bus I’ll meet you there.’ You fish out two twenty dollar notes from your pocket pushing them into his hand. 'Get your chocolate too and keep the change.’ You give him a quick hug and thrust the basket at him. He rightens himself, beginning to protest the amount you’ve given him as you take off running through the store towards the car park around the back, the most inconspicuous spot to have a massive tour bus. You race down the aisles earning dirty looks from shoppers and employees alike not that you care in the slightest. Despite being dead tired and emotionally spent you sprint on through the doors and burst into the night air, fresh and cool. Your legs are tired by this stage, purely due to lack of sleep and extreme fatigue from your busy day, but you refuse to slow down.

Rounding the corner of the big concrete building that is the shop you let out a little squeal of joy. As you suspect the bus is parked inconspicuously behind the store, lights on inside engine running still, clearly expecting a quick stop. You race across the car park dodging the parked cars, there is no traffic due to the late hour luckily for you. You’re too excited to be salty Calum didn’t tell you he was coming. You don’t even care if it’s only for a day, you’re ecstatic to see your closest friend and boyfriend.

You pound once on the door and it opens automatically, the waiting for it to open wide enough for you to slip in causing you to jog lightly on the step.

'About fucking time Luke, that’s 10 whole minutes with Y/N I’m missing out on for your cravings!’ Calum grumbles from the lounge not looking up from his phone, the fact that this upsets him makes you smile a little, pleased your boyfriend is as excited to see you as you are to see him. He stands leaning against the back lounge wall next to the window.

You rush to him, smothering him in a hug so fierce he drops his phone, which thankfully lands safely on the wrap around lounge. 'Y/N!’ He responds with arms that engulf your shoulders as he buries his head in your neck. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as he pushes his face closer to your neck, stubbled chin resting millimetres below your ear. You rock from foot to foot still embracing him, much too excited to stand still. 'What are you doing I was going to surprise you!’ He says with a laugh breaking barely a foot apart at the torso, hips still flush against you arms sliding down to your waist hands resting gently on your hip bones. 'I was getting a few essentials that I have since persuaded Luke to grab for me. When I saw him race down the chocolate aisle I almost died of shock. I cannot believe you’re here!’ You reach up brushing a hand across his cheek with a feather light touch. 'I’ve missed you so much and your timing is impeccable! I really missed you today.’ You explain quietly cuddling back into Calum, determined to get in as many hugs as you can before he returns to the tour. 'Aww don’t you miss me everyday? Not just sometimes!’ He laughs faking offense. 'Don’t be silly you know I miss you all the time today just was a particularly terrible day in general and being with my boyfriend would have made it a lot more pleasant. But shocked as you may be I actually miss you most when it’s beautiful outside when I walk in the park, or when something great happens. Your my best friend as well as my boyfriend.’ You say into his chest somewhat shyly. He wraps you tighter in his strong arms. 'Same, Y/N same, I’ve missed you so much and I’m not here for long but I couldn’t not have the time with you.’ He says placing a gentle kiss on your head.

'Alright we get it but you can go home now before you make us all sick. Take your shit and get out. We’ll pick you up in a week.’ Michael says making shoving motions with his hands. Ashton laughs and pats Calum on the back. 'Go on mate.’ Ashton then rubs your back gently 'good to see you Y/N, take care of him and I’ll come pick him up when the breaks over, sorry it’s only short.’ He says sympathetically. You smile up at the curly-haired drummer, 'thanks Ash, it’s good to see you too.’ You briefly break away from Calum to give Ashton a warm hug. Embracing him you you close your eyes and smile contently, you’ve missed being with your little family almost as much as you’ve missed Calum.

Your smile morphs into a wicked grin, letting go of Ashton you march deeper into the bus. 'Your turn! I haven’t seen you in such a long time you have no say in the matter Clifford!’ You throws your arms around Michael as Ashton and Calum share amused laughs. You do a little dance as he pulls you into his flannel-clad chest. 'I’ve missed you all, even you Mikey!’ You joke but look up at him to make sure he knows you really have missed them all. He laughs loudly, 'we’ve missed you too, Calum particularly, the bus is pretty small mate, we can hear you.’ He winks at your blushing boyfriend. 'Be nice.’ You scold squeezing your arms tightly around his middle. 'And give me my girlfriend back.’ Calum pouts. You laugh letting go of Michael you walk back to Calum, sliding an arm around his waist. 'Come on let’s get your stuff and chase Luke down for mine then we can go home.’ You say excitement at the idea of a week with your boyfriend at home. He nods enthusiastically placing an arm around your shoulders gently he picks up his bag and presses the button to open the door. You call goodbyes as you walk towards a much calmer Luke, the tiredness that touring causes is showing on all the boys and Luke, despite his bubbly nature is no exception. He hands you your shopping and you give him a gentle hug as a thank you. 'Thanks Luke, take care of yourself, have a good rest.’ You say worried about how much of a toll this touring takes on them all. He nods and you walk off in seperate directions. Calum’s hand is nestled in yours as you walk to the car, having parked so far away from the few cars in the car park does have advantages and being able to reacquaint yourself with your boyfriend after so long in reasonable privacy is one of them. Although you’re both exhausted kissing in your car like teenagers before driving home and sharing a shower and then falling asleep I each other’s arms is an exhilarating idea. Now every time you go to a a supermarket you wish you did see someone you knew.

Surprise (Harry Styles x Reader)

A/N: This imagine especially goes for the girls who aren’t or weren’t able to meet the boys. Girls I really feel with you because neither did I met Harry or the other boys. But don’t give your hopes up! Maybe you’ll meet them one day, who knows? And to those people, who already did meet them, please share your experiences with me! I’m dying to know them! Btw, I’m so fucking excited for today! I’ve been waiting for this day since “Sign of the Times” was released and I can’t wait to see him performing again!!!  And as Harry would say, All the love and I really hope you enjoy this imagine! I appreciate feedbacks, no matter if they are positive or negative! xo B.

Ever since I was a teenager, my heart was conquered by the most famous boy band in the entire world. Their music has been accompanying me through my puberty stage. They also saved my life and I would be always grateful for that. I was fourteen years old as I started to fancy them. Those times were pretty hard for me. My family was falling apart. My parents decided to divorce and their decision hit me like a brick. I was never the same after this.

So it felt good to listen to their music because it was the only thing that would soothe me during my time of loneliness. I barely talked to my parents, it hurt to see how two persons who used to love each other so dearly ignoring themselves. I needed time to regain my strength and carry on with my live.

So special thanks to One Direction. The biggest boy band in the 21st century. I was glad to get to know them. I still remember my walls being plastered with thousands of posters and pictures. I owned every album and perfume, I still do by the way. One Direction meant more to me than just a boy band. They were my heroes and perfect role models for teenagers nowadays. Also belonging to the 1D fandom was a great honor and pleasure to me and I loved being a part of them so dearly.

And still with my 22 years, I still adored them with my whole heart. Now that they were being in a break, things got strange somehow. I really missed them.  I loved all of them but one of them stole my heart from the very first moment I saw him. His wonderful green eyes and his cute dimpled smile were burnt into my head forever. Whenever I saw him in an interview, talking and interacting with the interviewer, my heart skipped a beat and a wide grin made its way up on my lips.

His transformation was fucking remarkable. I mean, you just have to look at him in his X-factor times and compare him with today’s Harry. How did he manage some sort of transformation?! He looks handsome as ever and shit, I would do anything to meet him, even for a second.

Yes, I belonged to the fans who never got the chance to see him or the other boys in real life. And that fact hurt pretty much. Every time I asked myself why I could not just meet them? When I was 15, I wanted to visit their concert but unfortunately I had no money to afford a ticket. I cried for days.

My dearest wish was to be hold by Harry, his arms being wrapped around me into a secured and protective hug, his voice telling me not to cry. But I just could dream of it.

And also with 22 years, I still hadn’t met him. Not yet.


“Hey (Y/N), it’s break time!” My best friend called as she entered my office, taking a seat in front of me and placing her feet on my desk. I took a look at the clock. It was exactly 2 PM. I leaned back on my chair, rubbing over my eyes with my hands. After working non-stop for six hours I became really tired. I worked for a designer company in New York and we were about to make a new collections for the summer. So I spent my whole day with drawing and drawing some ideas. And I have to say I liked the most of them.

“Would you please put down your feet from my desk?” I sighed. Then, I opened my cupboard, taking a sandwich out of it. I unwrapped the foil and bit into my delicious sandwich.

My friend and also my co-worker took a sip of her cappuccino. “So (Y/N), any plans for your birthday?” I just roll my eyes at her question. She knew I was too busy to celebrate my birthday this year however she insisted and tried to convince me to do otherwise. She’s been like this for a whole month now.

The closer my birthday came, the more suspicious my friends acted. I was aware that they planned a big surprise for me but I couldn’t tell what. Otherwise, I could always tell what they were planning but this time I was completely oblivious about it.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, babe! We’re going celebrate your birthday like every year.” My friend looked at me with a stern expression on her face.

“(Y/F/N), I’m very busy this year and you know it. I have no time for any celebrations. We have to concentrate on the new collections.”

“But baby, you already work and work without taking any break. You need to cool down a bit! Work isn’t running away.”

I sighed and surrendered because I knew, no matter how much I resist, she wouldn’t leave me alone.

“Fine!” I grumbled, earning an exited screech from her. I held my hands over my ears.

“You won’t be disappointed about your present. I promise!” She told me.

I took my water bottle and drank out of it. However, what my friend said in the next moment made me almost spill out the whole content in my mouth on my drawings.

“What did you just said?” I exclaimed.

She acted like it wasn’t anything excited. But for me it meant the whole world. She looked at me weirdly. “Calm down, babe. I just said that Harry Styles is in town.”

Immediately, my heart beat increased and I felt my cheeks getting warm.

“Woah, (Y/N), you’re trembling!” My friend remarked. “If I knew you would react this way, I wouldn’t have told you.”

“W-where do you know that?” I asked her, trying to keep my voice straight.

“You know I’m watching the news and listening to the radio. I’m not like you who locks herself up in her office and isolates herself from life.” She laughed slightly.

“I’m not isolating myself.”

“Yeah sure.”

“But I don’t think that I’ll meet him even though he’s in New York. I mean he could be anywhere.” I sighed. My friend knew about my heavy crush on Harry Styles. The whole office knew actually. They would catch me how I would talk about him constantly. When he released “Sign of the Times” I couldn’t stop but telling everyone how brilliant this song was. I practically forced them to listen to it. Yeah, since everybody knew they wouldn’t stop teasing me about it.

“You never know, babe. Don’t give your hopes up.” My friend remarked.

“You know I’m never lucky when it comes to my favorite celebrity. Everybody meets him. Everyone but me.”

“You’re thinking to negative, (Y/N). Just look forward on your birthday, okay? We’re going to have so much fun!”

She looked at the clock and saw that our twenty minutes break was almost over. “I’m heading back to my office. I see you around, girl. And do not make a sad face okay? I’m sure one day you’ll meet him.” She offered me a smile before she opened the door and left. Little did I feel that she knew something.


My birthday finally arrived. I didn’t feel very excited about that but my friends in the office freaked out for an unknown reason. I received some congrats and lovely hugs from everybody.

“You’re finally 23!”Alyssa, a very cute girl from the office told me, her voice showing a trace of joy.

“Yeah. “ I mumbled. “Finally 23.”

“Okay, girl.” My friend grabbed my shoulders, smiling at me. “You’re not allowed to enter the conference room till tonight. We’ll send somebody to get you, alright?”

“Sure.” I said, and after that everybody went back to working.

Hours and hours passed by fast and as someone knocked on my door I just realized that it was already 8 PM. Wow, I really worked that much?

“(Y/N)?” It was Alyssa who opened the door and came in. She is such a lovely and wonderful girl. She is definitely one of my favorite co-workers.

“Hey, Ally!” I greeted her. She clapped her hands.

“Are you ready?”

“I think so…” I said. I was kind of nervous though. Who would know what was waiting for me in the conference room?

Alyssa came towards me and took my hand.

“I have to ask you to close your eyes and only to open them when you’re told, okay?”

I nodded my head and closed my eyes. “Alright.”

Alyssa pushed me slightly forward. “And no cheating!”

“I won’t!” I called.

Alyssa guided me securely and safe to the conference room. I heard her knocking on the hard wooden door. Someone opened it. I could perceive some whispers in the background as I was pushed further into the room. My heart felt like I would explode in my chest.

“Okay, (Y/N)!” I heard my friend. “You can open your eyes now.”

And I did. What I’ve seen took my breath away. The walls around me were decorated so beautifully and balloons were hanging everywhere. There was also a big poster and “Happy birthday to our wonderful (Y/N)” was written on it. They also have removed the desks to the side so the middle of the room could be used as a dance floor. I really wanted to cry. I had such beautiful friends and I was grateful for that.

“Do you like it?” Alyssa asked.

I shook my head in agreement. “Yes, fuck, yes I love it! Thank you so much guys!” I breathed out, struggling with my tears.

“If you already love this,” My friend said, “then you’ll love your present even more.” I looked at her questioningly.

“Turn around, (Y/N).” She smiled softy.

And as I turned around, it felt like everything around me stopped for a second. My eyes meet with some enchanting green eyes that I longed to see in real life for so many years now. There he stood in front of me and handsome as ever, holding a beautiful red rose in his hand.

I didn’t know how to react, I was utterly shook and very surprised. I was expecting everything but this. I finally met him. My biggest celebrity crush, the king of my world, the key to my heart, the reason for my smile. Harry Styles.

He smiled at me gently and handed me over the rose. I grabbed it with my shaky hands. I tried hard to contain my tears but failed terribly. I put my hand on my mouth to muffle my heavy sobs.  I didn’t want to cry. Not in front of him. But I did. And the next thing I felt was Harry wrapping his arms around me and pressing against his chest. I clung onto him like my life was dependent on him. The whole room was filled with cheers, clapping and laughter.

Harry was rubbing my back soothingly, telling my not to cry. I nestled my face in the crook of his neck, breathing his scent in. The scent of his cologne hit my nostrils and awakened every cell and fiber in my body.

He pushed me slightly away, but so that we were still very close to each other. He put his hands on my cheeks and wiped away my falling tears.

“Don’t cry anymore, darling.” He said. “This is supposed to be your lucky day.” I nodded, however it was very hard to stop crying. People who already met him know what I’m talking about. Slowly, I regained myself and no more tears were flooding down my cheeks.

“Sorry for ruining your jacket.” I mumbled.

“Don’t worry about that.” He laughed. “It’s totally okay.”

As I looked back into his eyes, just to make sure this was not a dream, it hit me. “Shit, you’re fucking Harry Styles!” My voice was trembling.

“Yes,” He smiled at me. “I am fucking Harry Styles.” The room erupted into laughter.

Harry cleared his throat before he spoke again. “Happy birthday, m’love!”

I blushed slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N). You’re friends couldn’t stop but talking about you non-stop in the last few months.” My eyes widened. Months? They were planning this for months?

“What?” I could only say, turning to my best friend.

“We all know that Harry is a busy man. We wanted to make sure that he was available on your birthday.” She said. I shook my head, but laughed. This all still seemed so surreal to me. How did they even manage to invite him?

“I’m glad they told me about you.” Harry said. “I’ve heard some nice stuff about you.”

The heavy wooden doors opened and my boss Lana came in. She walked towards me and Harry, hugging me first and then giving him a friendly hug. “Welcome Harry, my boy. Long time no see.”

Harry laughed shyly. “It’s good to see you again, Lana.” I was startled a bit. They two knew each other? My boss turned towards me. “Are you enjoying your birthday present?”

I nodded. “Yes, mam. Thank you so so much!” I turned and looked at the others in the room. “I still can’t believe that Harry Styles is standing next to me, but I really appreciate your effort with my whole heart. You made a dream come true. Thank you!” Everybody smiled.

“I think it’s time for your birthday cake.” Harry announced then, holding onto my hips. His closeness let tingles run down my spine and I enjoyed every second of it.

The cake arrived and I blew out the candles. We ate the cake, which tasted heavenly, and then someone turned on the music so we could dance. Harry took my hand, dragging me towards to dance floor.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his hands on my hips pushing me towards him.

“It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had!” I told him.

“ ‘M very glad you like it.” We danced like there was no tomorrow, but the closer the end came the more afraid I got. I knew that he had to leave soon and I didn’t want that. I enjoyed his presence so much and I refused to let him go. Unfortunately, he had to. The party was over soon. Too soon for my liking.

“Say hello to your mum from me.” Lana asked him, as they hugged each other goodbye. I found out that my boss and his mother were friends so that’s why they knew each other.

“I will. Again, thanks for inviting me.” His eyes fell on me and he smiled. “Otherwise I wouldn’t know what I would miss.” I blush crept its way on my cheeks.

Harry came to me, holding my hands. “I’m glad I met you (Y/N). I really am. I’m grateful that your friends were bothering the shit out of me, telling me how wonderful you were. “

For the third time on this day, my eyes were filled with tears. He was such an angel. How can I even let him go?

“I don’t want to end it like this.” He admitted, making my heart beating faster.”I would like to get to know you better and I’m staying in New York for a while. So would you give me the honor of going on a date with me?”

Was this really happening? Or was I dreaming? He wanted to go on a date with me?

Without any hesitation I nodded my head.

“Yes, yes yes yes yes!”

He laughed cutely and then leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“Happy birthday again, (Y/N).”

Matt’s ADHD ass can’t get work done in under six hours so he just ends up watching REAL ALIEN FOOTAGE NOT FAKE NOT GAY and sending Shiro a bunch of them and those videos of real cryptid sightings

and of course Shiro doesn’t watch them at work and he teases Matt about being nerdy but Shiro secretly loves that shit


So, I borrowed this prompt from @not-close-to-straight (She’s so nice, really guys) and @kelady was a sweet person and corrected my grammatical mistakes since English isn’t my language. Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I did.

So guys this Fic is in AO3 too soo you can read it here or there.

——————————— Summary ————————————————–

Tony Stark almost died after Siberia, but Extremis saved him. Infortunelly, this came with a price and Tony became a Technopathy. For a while, this seemed amazing but it doesn’t take long for Tony learn that his new powers had some collateral effects too.


The thing was, everything changed after The Civil War. The whole world saw how it was important that someone could stop heroes, if they for some reason get out of control. But the world isn’t the only thing that changed. Tony almost died. Or better said, he was almost killed by one of his friends, again. Probably if his chest wasn’t so fragile, this wouldn’t have happen, but it was and Steve knew it. Steve knew that there was a chance that his blows could hurt Tony really bad and although this, Steve beat the shit out of him anyway.

So, if Vision hadn’t been close enough to save him, if Helen wasn’t in the compound by the time he arrived and if he and Bruce didn’t have fix Extremis after the Mandarin, Tony would be dead. Fortunately, all those things worked well. Vision was there, Helen was there, Bruce helped him with Extremis so Tony was saved. But it was only the beginning. After a while, Tony realized that Extremis needed something that would work as a stabilizer so the Arc Reactor was once again put on in his chest. But the most surprising fact was that different from Killian and Pepper; Tony received another ability probably caused because of the alterations that he and Bruce made in Extremis.

He became a Technopath and he was so excited because of that. He could speak with the bots and FRI. He could have silent conversations with Vision. And there was more, so much more. He could literally surf the internet, he could hack everything and if any of his equipment has a defect they just say what was wrong to Tony.
Unfortunately, not everything was a sunny day. Tony was afraid that one day he’ll lose control and become something like Ultron. He didn’t want to be a monster like Ultron so he made a lot of backups plans to stop himself just in case. And he trusted in Vision and Rhodey to stop him if the things start to going bad.

Being a technopath has side effects too. Sometimes, Tony got Overloaded. Literally, Overloaded. It usually starts with a headache right behind his eyes. So it grows and his entire head hurts really bad, while Tony starts to lose control of his abilities. It’s like he loses his internal firewall and all the information just penetrates his mind at the same time. He can see programming lines, he can hear all the gadgets talking and making little noises. It’s too much. It’s torture.

So he learned his limits. He could work up to six hours a day using his new skills, more than that and the Overload would start. The Things really have changed a lot, but sometimes people don’t see it or ignore it. Tony learned his lesson, but The Rogue Avengers did not.


Habitually, Tony would stop working after doing so, for five hours non-stop. But that day was going to be a rough day and he needed some distractions. The Rogue Avengers were returning home and they will be back that afternoon and Tony didn’t want to think about that. He was working very hard on his new armor so it would match with Extremis, but at the same time, he was programming a new I.A to Peter’s suit with FRI. Tony was checking everything too, every room, the stock of food and others things that The Rogue Avengers would need.

Still, that was about all he could manage. They wouldn’t think about his ex-team mates and how he could kiss T'Challa since The Avengers were back because he convinced the others to sign the new Accords. It was easy after Tony got Ross fired because of his Humans Rights violation. So when his head started to hurt that day, Tony moaned and massaged his temples. His head was working like a machine and Tony passed so many times between machines that sometimes he forgets that he’s still human. He didn’t want to stop, but he had to if he doesn’t wanna have an episode.

So, he saved his work and for a minute and he got lost staring into space. The pain that was still pulsing in his head was an unfriendly reminder that he has to control his anxious habits more. Without Tony’s notice, Dum-E approached Tony and with his hand, he pet Tony’s head gently. Tony smiled at him. He listened to the little noises that the bot made and his heart glowed full of love when he understood that the bots were asking if he was okay.

“I’m not.”, he said. “But I will be, buddy.”

“He is lying.”, FRIDAY interrupted. “His head is hurting again and he’s too stubborn to stop working. He checked the dispense three times.”

“Traitor.”, Tony joke while Dum-E started to do angry noises. “Ok, ok. Jesus I’m going. Just to you both know I’m the Daddy here.”

“Of course, Daddy.” FRIDAY said in an ironic way and Tony was so proud.

“Your old brother would be so proud.”, Tony said. He got up and went upstairs.
The compound was quiet or perhaps that it just appeared quiet. Normal people weren’t able to hear the gadgets working and talking as Tony was. In a normal day, those sounds would be well received since Tony knew, because of those sounds, that he wasn’t alone. Besides that, the electronics liked that one human could understand them and, surprisingly, they liked Tony so much that they give him a nickname ‘Doc’ since Tony is able to fix they when they’re hurt or sick.

So, hearing the gadgets wasn’t a problem normally, but Tony head was hurting really bad. Tony knew that the only calm place in the whole compound for him was the garden. He was going there when Rhodey stopped him.

“Hey, Tones.”, said Rhodey. “Do you wanna grab something to eat? I’m going to the Kitchen and I could use some company.”

Tony moaned one more time. The exoskeleton that he made for Rhodey legs so he friend could stand was screaming so high. Rhodey probably was on his feet all morning and Tony didn’t have time to upgrade it this week since he had a lot of projects to finish for Pepper.

“Of course, Rhodey-bear.” , he said without mention that he could hear the exoskeleton screaming and that he had a headache. “Maybe you can sit a while and I can make some food, How does that sound?” , Rhodey eyebrows raised.

“You don’t like to cook.”

“Heh, but I don’t think we have leftovers and you really need to sit.”

“Why? I’m good. This baby is working fine.”

“That baby needs some rest until I fix it, He’s screaming and cursing you a lot.”, Tony said and Rhodey looked guilty.

“Omg, I’m hurting them? Ok. I’ll take my chair and give him some rest. See you in the kitchen.”

“He said thank you.” , Tony said before start going to the kitchen.

Without noticing that he was doing it, Tony started to work in the exoskeleton project with his mind. He opened the file on his computer and start to upgrade and think about the actualizations that it needed while he was cooking for Rhodey. Tony became so used to the Technopathy that sometimes it would happen. Once he was taking a bath and thinking about the new armor and when he got to his lab the whole scheme was saved in his file. He had Overloaded that day too.

Tony bit his lips. He could see the car crashing coming. All the signals that he was going to have an Overload was popping up and he knew that once it started nothing could help or stop it. He only hopes was that the Overloaded would happen after the meeting with the team.

Rhodey arrived in the Kitchen after Tony finished preparing two sandwiches. They sat at the table and ate the whole lunch while doing common small talk. That was only after Tony finished his sandwich that Rhodey began the real talking.

“Tony, are you sure that you wanna be at the meeting? T'Challa won’t blame you if you’re not going to be there and as the leader of The New Avengers, I can cover you. Vision will be there too. You can rest.”

“No. I’ll be there.”


“I won’t run Rhodey. Look, everything is a mess right now, but the world needs us united. Thor talked to us. Something big is coming and we need to be a team again.”

“Tony, Steve almost kill you. I can’t stand the fact that he won’t be punished for that.”

“I wasn’t punished for Ultron either and he killed a lot of people.”

"That’s bullshit. You know that it wasn’t only your fault.”

“Yes, I know but I was still involved. And it’s ok Rhodey.” , Tony sighed. “Look, I’m going to the meeting and I’ll ask about their equipment so I can upgrade that. I’ll tell Barton about his family and I’ll tell Bucky that I’m not angry with him because of my parents and after that, I’ll go away. Is that fine?”

“No, and you know that. You’re too soft, Tony. I can’t believe you’ll forgive them. ”

“I’m not forgiving them yet. I’m being professional and moving on. After Thanos, I’ll retire and let Riri play Ironman in my place. So I’ll have nice vacations on a desert island where I can’t hear cellphones complaining about how humans don’t know speak without shouting.” , Rhodey laughed.

"I never thought that I’d hear you saying that you wanna get away from technology. ”

“Well, I never thought that I would hear a refrigerator and a stove flirting one with the other, but I think that’s just one more strange things that happen while humans are being oblivious.”


Tony was sitting really quiet in the conference room. His mind was running like a criminal trying to escape and his head was hurting. That’s not all, his hands are shaking pretty bad and every noise sound so loud. Vision notice that Tony wasn’t fine so he sat on his side. Tony closed his eyes for a moment, the lights are too shining.

"Do you want me to get your sunglasses, Tony?”, Vision said concerned. Tony cross his arms.

“Yes, I love you. Thanks.” , Tony said and Vision went to find his sunglasses.

T'Challa and The Rogue Avengers came back while Vision was out. Tony opened his eyes and look at his ex- team mates. They looked fine and it let him glad that they had T'Challa to keep them safe.

“Welcome, can you sit, please? We have a lot to discuss.” , Rhodey said. The Rogue Avengers sit down. “Tony, do you wanna talk first?”

“Of course Rhodey-bear. I always open up the show.”, Tony faked a smile and some of the Rogue Avengers, like Clint and Wanda, looked a little irritated. “As T'Challa must have told you all The U.N. conceived the international pardon to you since Thor told us that Thanos is planning to come to earth. I suppose that you signed the new Accords, Right?” , Steve agreed. “Great, so Rhodey will talk more about this stuff since he’s the boss now not me. I’m just here because I need to know if you need new equipment or if you wanna something new. I’ll start working on it so we’ll be prepped to the fight. Steve, you’ll receive your Shield back. Besides that, Barton and Lang, your families are fine and you can see them tomorrow. That’s all.”

“Tony, first, I wanna say that I’m sorry about….”, Rhodey interrupts Steve.

“Rogers he read your letter and that’s not the moment for that. Please, tell him what your team needs.”

Steve shook his head in agreement. He looked guilty like the rest of the team. Steve told them what really happened in Siberia. Of course, he didn’t know that he had hurt Tony really bad, but he was honest about what he did. The rest of the team was disappointed with him for a while and they understand that if Steve would have told the truth to Tony, all of that wouldn’t have happened.

Of course, there’s still some anger between the two sides and it will never disappear completely, but, maybe, they can find a way to be friendly again. All of them wanna move on.

“Ok.”, Steve said. “Bucky needs a new arm and you don’t need to do it, Tony, because I know how hurtful it can be to you.”

“I’ll work on it.” , said Tony with confidence. His brain processed the request and another file was opened. “We’ll fight with a crazy alien so we need the best gadgets and I’m the best at doing them so I’m doing it.” Tony tried not to think of Maria and Howard. Pictures the tape pops up in his mind so, to forget that, he starts to design the arm. His teeth gritted and he started to feel sick. “Proceed.”

“Sam needs his wing back too, probably they’ll need an upgrade. Clint his arrows, Natasha her weapons, Scott can fix his own suit but you’d be nice if you can help him. Wanda doesn’t need those stuff, but it will be nice with you could find someone to teach she how to use her powers.”

Too much. This was too much.

Tony opened a lot of different files. He almost finishes the Exoskeleton to Rhodey and Bucky’s new arm was halfway done. Tony’s head was pulsing and his whole body was shaking. He held his head and a painful scream got out of his lips.

"What is going on?”, Clint asks looking scared.

“Shit, he’s Overloaded. Shit, Why didn’t I see that coming?” Rhodey could get out from his wheelchair.

“What can we do?” , Natasha asked while she went to Tony side. T'Challa made the same thing. He looked as worry as Rhodey.

The King put on of his hand in Tony’s head gently and the other man moaned. The King knew about Extremis and the Overload and he hated the fact that Tony was exposed to something like that. He and Tony got closer because of the accords and T'Challa like Tony a lot. The Brunet was an equation to him and T'Challa loves to solve equations.

“Where is Vision?” T'Challa knew that the only one that could help Tony in this situation was the Android. Tony told it to him once.

“I call him and he’s on his way.”, FRIDAY said and Vision went through the wall after that.

Vision didn’t say anything to the others. Natasha recoiled so he could have some space, but T'Challa stayed at Tony’s side and pet his hair. Vision kneeled forward Tony and held his head after asking to T'Challa stop petting the brunet.

“Tony look at me.”, Vision said softly and Tony almost didn’t hear that. That was too much noise, to much noise and so many programming lines. “Sir, please. Look at me.”, Tony opened his eyes hoping to see Jarvis. Tears fall from his eyes not only because he was in pain, but because he remembered that Jarvis was gone.

“Yes, he’s gone, but I love you like he did and like FRIDAY does.” Vision said after hearing Tony’s thoughts that the Technopathy was projecting into the android’s mind. 'I’ll help you put your mind in stand by, is that ok, Sir?“ , Tony moaned in response. "Ok”

It didn’t take time. After a minute Tony was sleeping in the chair and everybody in the room was relieved.

“What the hell happen?”, Clint ask. Vision took a look on Rhodey and T'Challa.

“I could explain, but someone must take Tony to the Garden so he can wake up in a quiet place.”

“I can take him”, T'Challa said. “ I don’t think that I can stand in the same room that Captain Rogers is in after that. I’m very protective of my people and uthando yobomi bam*” T'Challa said trying to control his anger.

(Traslate* : Love of my life)

He took Tony in his arms and went to the garden leaving the others behind. The only thing that matters in that moment was Tony. When they were far from the conference room Vision and Rhodey started to explain what had happened after Siberia.

The room went in a cold silence after that. Steve had tears in his eyes and a heart full of blame. The rest of them started thinking about what they could have done differently. They didn’t know how to apologize to Tony, but in the moment all of them made a silent agreement that they’d try and if they couldn’t get his pardon at least they would start to be better than they were with Tony.

They know that Tony wasn’t the only responsible for Ultron. They know that Tony was trying to do the right thing with the accords.They know that they fucked up too and they’ll do things better. Not just to protect the world, but each other too and Tony was one of them.


Tony woke up at the beginning of the night and the first thing he noticed was the silence in his head and, after that, the hand that was petting his hair. He opened his eyes and look at T'Challa that was by his side in a big sun lounger that Tony put on the yard so he can be there when he needed a quiet place. T'Challa was smiling and Tony blushed.

“I had and episode, didn’t I?”

“Yes, intanda yam*” , T'Challa replied.

(Traslate*: my love)

“Do they know what happened?”

“When we left Vision was going to explain it to them.”, Tony tried to get up, but T'Challa didn’t let him.

“Stay here and relax for a while.”

“But there’s so much to do.”, T'Challa put a hand on Tony’s cheek and get closer. “My mind won’t shut up and the house is so noisy and I’m too afraid of what is going to happen from now on.”

“Things will be fine eventually. The Avengers care about you Tony, they really do and if they hurt you again, I’m the only one who’ll hunt them down.”

“You don’t need. I can take care of myself.”, Tony was smiling. He knew about the King’s feeling but after Pepper he was so afraid of fall in love again, but after the civil war T'Challa was by his side and T'Challa protected the Avengers when Tony asked him to. At the moment, Tony was tired of fight against his heart and he was tired of listening to his mind. “I still have to work.”

“Yes, later.” T'Challa was so close.

“My mind……”

“I can take care of your mind too.” , T'Challa said so……

T'Challa lips were on his and Tony could feel the King’s heart beating. His mind was quiet and the only thing that he could think about was how alive he was feeling. Tony could live between machines, he could behave like a machine and he could talk like one, but T'Challa knew that he was so human and nothing would change that even not even Extremis.

So, a lot of things have changed the past years as can be seen, but the things that matter the most stay the same.


Always You

Anon Requested:  Seventeen’s wonwoo-23 and 3 please! (Fluff~^•^)


Originally posted by daihun

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader

Warnings: No warnings

Word Count: 1043

“Do you like him?”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

“Bye, Jackson!” You waved to your phone screen seeing the facetime call end. Once you didn’t see Jackson’s face anymore your face fell and a sigh left your lips. The weight of the phone weighed down against your hand and you let it plop down beside you on the couch.

Your head fell back against the back of the couch and you felt a heaviness come upon your eyes. There are days in which the tiredness you have comes in both forms, physical and mental. Your body needs to rest, you work six hours a day and you’re a full time student so you’re easily tired, but still making time to see your friends? You should get a gold medal just for the effort of that. You wanted to sleep but a low chuckle caused your eyes to slowly open and head turn to the hallway where you saw Wonwoo leaning against the wall, his eyes were staring at you but a small smile was on his face. If you hadn’t known his face so well you probably would’ve missed it because it disappeared almost as soon as you saw it.

You blinked slowly but a lazy smile came across your face when you saw Wonwoo make his way to the other side of the couch sitting across from you. Your back leaning against the right arm of the couch while Wonwoo’s side laid against the left, another square couch cushion was the only space in between you both. You hadn’t spoken to Wonwoo in weeks so seeing him in the flesh made you happy. “Do you like him?” Your smile completely faded at that, your mind being brought back to Jackson, the cute older boy who wanted nothing more than to have your attention. You couldn’t help the sigh that left your mouth, you shook your head at the question not answering him verbally.

Things have been weird between you and Wonwoo, you two dated, that much wasn’t as shocking as all of the boys first made it out to be. You two were different but it was nice, you were louder while he was quiet, you enjoyed that. You also picked up on it soon finding yourself not yelling as much as you used to. He was the talented one, knowing how to sing and dance while you would rather spend your time at a university and get your degrees so you could have a high paying job. You two were both busy with your own things but you two also balanced each other out extremely well.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you around here in a while.” Wonwoo asks, you draw your eyes away from him to just shrug and pull your knees to your chest. You guessed you really did pick up on how quiet he was because just a few weeks ago you would have jumped at the chance to talk to Wonwoo, but now you weren’t even giving him short answers, they were all nonverbal and you didn’t know why you were being so quiet. “(Y/N).” Wonwoo spoke, his voice deep but it rang through your ears. He never really called you by your name, not even when you two were friends before you two started dating, he always had nicknames for you, he only really called you by your name when he was being serious or you two were fighting.

Your eyes shot up to him finally looking at him and uttered a ‘What.’ Wonwoo’s body turned and scooted closer to you landing on the middle couch cushion and placed a hand on your knee. “Talk to me, we haven’t seen each other in weeks. You can still talk to me, you know.” You sighed for a third time and nodded before dropping your legs to sit criss crossed on the couch. “So…” Wonwoo trailed a sly smile appearing on his face and you instantly quirked up an eyebrow at what he could possibly say next. “I heard you’ve been on a few dates.”

A loud groan left your lips and your body fell back against the couch arm. His statement all true, you have been on a few dates. Three to be exact and all with Jackson Wang. Wonwoo figured from your answer that you either didn’t want to talk about this with him or the dates went horribly, but how bad could they be if you went on three of them in a matter of two weeks? He figured it was the first option and opted with that. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it with me, but-”

“It’s not that.” You sighed before sitting up straight again. Your eyes fell to your fingers which were only preoccupying you.

It’s not that you didn’t want to talk to him, you loved talking to Wonwoo. He knew all of your secrets and you knew all of his. You two had only dated for maybe a year but you two fell hard and fast. You knew everything there was to know about him and he knew everything about you, he knew when you were trying to ignore him, he knew what you did when you were sad, angry, happy, excited, he knew it all. So, it was obvious to him that you were trying to preoccupy yourself while you were thinking of what to say next. He didn’t rush you to speak, he knew you were going to say something, you just didn’t know what to say to him. Actually, you knew what you wanted to say you just didn’t know how to word it. You’d get lost in your own thoughts until you felt a hand coming up to stop your fidgeting fingers. You closed your eyes momentarily remembering what it felt to have his hands on yours, you missed this. You missed him.

You let out a huff of air and looked up at him. “After everything…I’d still choose you.” You admitted the words falling from your lips. The only thing you could remember was the feeling of his hand tightening on yours and the simple nod of his head and warm smile agreeing with you.

There was nothing more that he wanted than to be with you again.

Overtime: a lunchhour ficlet

You flopped down into the chair at the nurse’s station, determined to close your eyes for 30 seconds and regroup. It had been constant chaos since evacuating the colony on Anthraline IX. You’d worked six sixteen hour shifts in a row, Beta and then Gamma rolled together, without much more than a break to sleep. You wanted to put your feet up and sleep. Instead, in the dimmed light of the Gamma shift MedBay, you closed your eyes for 30 seconds.

It was heaven. Maybe 30 seconds more.

The sound of someone stepping past you roused you, and your eyes snapped open. The lights were warming up, and your brows shot up in surprise as Leonard reached over your head and put a coffee down in front of you.

“Is this number 4 or number 5?” He asked.

“Number six,” you replied with a yawn. You checked the time and were surprised to see you’d nodded off for the better part of an hour.

“Six? Goddamnit, Y/N, you should have said something! I want you to take today off, I don’t want you burning out,” he ordered. You smirked.

“When was your last day off?” You countered.

“It’s different. I’m the CMO,” he retorted. “You’re not responsible for each of these patients -”

“Leonard, bite your tongue. Just because I’m just a nurse doesn’t mean I don’t take my professional responsibility seriously!” You interrupted, suddenly offended.

“You know that’s not what I meant -” he tried to apologize, but your eyes were filling with tears already.

“No, you’ve made yourself very clear, Doctor McCoy,” you snapped. “You’re the only one who is accountable for patient care. Clearly, I am too stupid to consider the important doctorly facets of care. I’m astonished you allow me in your MedBay, let alone allow me to work doubles.” You picked up the coffee he’d brought you and poured it down the sink before turning toward the door.

“Y/N, please, don’t be like this,” he protested, following you. “This is why I want you to take a day off. You’re exhausted and you’re jumping to conclusions!”

“Jump to this conclusion!” You spun around, your jaw tight with anger. “If you were so unhappy with my level of care, you should have requested my transfer. I’ll have my request for repatriation to Earth in to you and the Captain this afternoon.”

You stormed out of the MedBay, wishing the automatic doors could be slammed shut. You kept your head down as you rushed to your quarters, and threw yourself across your bed, sobbing.


You were dry, dehydrated and headachy when you woke to an insistent knock on the door. You stumbled over to it, blearily, and pressed the button to open it. Doctor McCoy stood there, a bottle in his hand, rubbing the back of his neck. You stepped back to let him in before you remembered you were angry with him.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he started. “I never intended to suggest you weren’t competent or capable.”

“Could have fooled me,” you grumbled, watching as he poured two tumblers of what you thought might be scotch and pushed one toward you.

“You were right, and I need time off too. I’ve handed over to Geoff for the next 24. Christine has found coverage for your shifts for 36,” he continued. “Let me convince you to stay.”

You remembered your words in a rush and felt your cheeks flush. “You don’t need to, Leonard. I’m not going anywhere unless you don’t want me here anymore. I’m sorry. I think I overreacted.” You felt your eyes full with tears again. He stepped over and pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. You stilled in his arms at the gesture.

“Glad to hear it,” he said. “I’ve been working a long-game with you, and would hate to see that interrupted.”

You leaned back and looked up at him, confusion furrowing your brow. “Long-game?”

“I’m, uh, I’m quite fond of you, Y/N.” His cheeks flushed. “But I’m not the kind of person to rush into things. Particularly not with a subordinate crew member -”

“Shut up and kiss me properly, Leonard,” you interrupted.