Literally as soon as I walked into the office this morning, before I could even sit down, my lab mate turns to me and says “someone brought you up as an example of a midwesterner the other day, but don’t worry, I told them that you’ve lived in New York long enough to not be a stereotype”
Shut Up (Julian x Reader) Imagines - Fluff/Jealousy
Imagine: You and Barry were just geeking out in the forensics lab, and Julian can’t help but get a little jealous…
“That’s so cool!”
“I know, right?!”
“And then, the part where he spelled out Francis –”
“That was gory, but so funny…!”
Julian heaved a heavy sigh. For the past hour, the meta-human expert has been listening to you and his helpless half-wit of a partner Allen gushing over the latest Marvel movie, Deadpool, and it was honestly driving him insane.
I mean, really… Julian scowled as he watched you fawn over his lab mate. Is it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet?
Not that he minded hearing your voice.
He loved listening to you. You were always so sweet, angelic - an infectiously happy person that somehow made him smile.
It was Allen’s yammering that he couldn’t stand. He just found his partner’s voice so…
Though, truth be told, he didn’t like how you went to the movies with Allen over the weekend either.
08.30.17 // feeling a bit better, but still working from home for one more day because i have the nastiest cough and i don’t think any of my lab mates would appreciate the sharing of germs.
plenty of stuff to do though! i got my poster edits back and the conclusion section is just my PI commenting with questions like “are you sure this is what you conclude from the data?” and i’m like “um.. i thought so? but now you’re making me doubt all my life choices”
Prompt: Is there a chance to get a new McCoy x reader story? <3 A soft story, where McCoy realizes, that he is in love with the reader. ;) (from @alternative-nerdgirl, Thanks!!)
Summary: McCoy thought he was married to the job. But when he meets you, he can’t seem get you out of his head. And oddly enough, you can’t seem to stop thinking about him either.
Word count: 2113
Triggers: description of a wound/accident
A/N: So this is a reader insert, technically, but I’ve tried to focus on Leonard’s POV more in order to better address the request. I think it worked? Also, I have no medical experience, and it’s been years since I’ve worked in a lab (and even then, I was running tests on plant stems and roots, not blood or whatnot). I just kind ad-libbed the lab stuff based on my own lab experience.
Also, this got completely out of control (please send help), so there will be a Part 2 tomorrow, which I will queue up for 12:30 CST.
so yesterday my lab mate and i were talking about the CO2 content required to maintain cells in an incubator (5%) and then we wondered what the atmospheric CO2 levels normally are (because “can someone die if they were trapped in a tissue culture incubator”) so i googled “what level of carbon dioxide is dangerous to humans” and google made me verify that i wasn’t a robot because it had “detected suspicious search engine activity” and i was like !!! excuse me ho i am a SCIENTIST my job is to ask these ridiculous and vaguely-serial-killer-esque questions how dare you
Summery: During a sleepless night a nose makes you look out your window– only to see the webslinger himself. Now: what happens after.
You were sound asleep… so you didn’t even stir when your window was
slowly, soundlessly, opened—making your curtains flutter gently from the
breeze. You didn’t wake up as the red and blue clad figure of spider-man
crawled into your room and slowly closed the window behind him. And There was no movement from you as he
crawled across the wall to settle into a corner of the ceiling—where he stayed,
just watching you as time slowly passed by and the sun began to light up your
“Hey, Julian,” Barry turned his chair around,
looking at the meta-human CSI Specialist who was carefully picking a sample
from a small piece of evidence with a pair of forceps, “can we talk about
something for a second?”
“What?” Julian didn’t bother with lifting his head
up, just concentrated on the tiny sample in front of him.
“Actually, I want to talk about Y/N.” Barry sighed,
rubbing the back of his neck.
Julian’s hands instantly froze in the middle of the
air after your name fell from Barry’s lips. He set the forceps down and turned
around to meet Barry’s gaze.
“What about her?” Julian asked, crossing his arms
in front of his chest, certainly not fond of any men, especially the
always-late-for-work-without-a-proper-excuse Barry Allen, calling your name.
“I saw her the other day, you know… the day she
brought your lunchbox to the precinct… and… I might know someone who can help
“Help her with what?”
“Well…” Barry suddenly felt nervous under Julian’s
cold stare, he cleared his throat and rapidly searched for the least offensive
words inside his head, “I notice she is in a wheelchair… so… um… I think she
might want some medical help?”
“My wife doesn’t need that, thank you.” Julian
refused sharply, turning around with his back facing Barry.
“But the person I know is the expert in
bioengineering field, she might be able to hel-”
“I SAID my wife doesn’t need that.” Julian raised
his voice, feeling irritated.
“Why?” Barry frowned.
Julian was so done with Barry’s continuous asks, he
really wanted to end this displeasing conversation, “It’s none of your
Barry was discontent with Julian’s reaction, he
scowled at him challengingly, “I’m sorry, man, there is a chance of getting Y/N
out of the wheelchair, but I notice you just help your wife decide everything
and block all the hope of recovery from her.”
“The last thing my wife needed is hope, Allen.”
These words were almost pushed through Julian’s clenched teeth.
“I don’t think it’s the decision you should make,
Julian.” Barry crossed his arms over his chest, “It’s up to her.”
“Since when you developed a sudden interest on my
wife, Allen?” Julian pinned his suspicious gaze right on Barry, his features
went totally grim, “You barely know her.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I already have Iris.” Barry
defended himself, “I’m just saying that keeping hope away from Y/N isn’t a good
“Good? How do you define what’s good for her?”
Julian barked, the rage he kept holding back finally broke, “She bore intense
pain and disappointment every time the doctors said there is nothing they can
do to help her. This is torture, and I won’t put her into a torture like this
Barry went silent after hearing the unexpected
outburst. He comprehended why Julian didn’t want you to go for a medical
treatment now, he was protecting you from any possibility of shattered hope.
Julian glared at Barry one more time before walking
out of the lab, “This is for Y/N’s own good, let’s keep it this way.”
“Dr. Caitlin Snow.” Barry uttered behind Julian,
who stopped at the current spot without looking back, “If you change your mind,
you can find her at S.T.A.R. Lab.”
“Goodnight, mate.” Julian said and stepped out of
Julian twisted the handle and swung the door open.
What’s greeting him was the fragile you sleeping with knees and body curled up
on the couch. Julian sighed, he dimmed the light and turned off the television
which was currently on the 24 hour news channel.
Every time. Every time there is a crime in the
city, you would be worried sick about his safety. Although he already told you
he would not participate in any crime fighting as he was just a forensic
scientist, you still stuck to the TV anyway and watched every news just to make
sure he was okay.
He undid his tie and leaned down to gather your
tiny body into his arms. He gently lifted you up and let your head rested
against his chest. He carefully not to wake you and carried you up to the
He lowered you onto the bed and sat beside you. A
slight smile coiled up on his lips as he watched you sleep. He laced your hand
with his and stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. He then sunk into
“Am I able to walk again?” You sobbed, tears almost
dropped from your eye frames.
“You will.” Julian assured, gripping your hand
tight and firm.
“Promise?” You whimpered, voice cracked.
“Promise.” He reassured you and placed a soft kiss
on the back of your hand.
Oh god, what was he doing? He once promised to make
you whole again, but what had he done? He just left you broken and vulnerable.
And damn it, maybe Allen was right, he did keep all the hope away from you
because he, Julian Albert, was scared to hear the bad news from the best doctor
in Central City again.
his shoulder, he looked
back and found you blinking at him.
“What are you thinking about?” You asked your
lost-track husband, bringing him back to the reality.
“Nothing… Just…” He pushed away the memories and
pull you up gently, he settled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around
your waist, “Do you remember Allen?”
You nodded, letting your head rested on his
shoulder and feeling his hot breath smacking on your neck.
“He… um… He said there is an expert in S.T.A.R. Lab
who might be able to help you…” He murmured, tucking a stray of hair behind
your ear before eyeing you softly, “Do you want to give it a try?”
You looked him in his sapphire blue eyes. Those
eyes were tired, barely happy, and beyond that, you found pain hidden behind
those irises. It wasn’t the first time you saw him with regret and guilt. He
always thought that he was responsible for putting you in a wheelchair. But the
truth is, it was never his fault. And you would never, ever blame him for what
happened that night. But learning that you could no longer use your leg again,
he beat himself up over that accident even more.
If you are able to walk again, maybe he will
eventually be relieved and let himself out of the self-blaming cycle.
“You know… I really miss those days when you and I
ran around the garden and collected samples of insects…” You said with a grin,
“I will give it a try.”
Seeing something lit up inside his eyes, you
pressed a soft kiss on his lips, “I love you, you adorable dork.”
He let out a small laugh and kissed your lips
again, “I love you too.”
“You should go to shave.” You said between kisses
and chuckles, his newly grown beard somehow made your face itch.
“I rather not.” Julian smirked, he was already on
the top of you before you could notice.
He buried his face and planted endless of sweet
kisses along on the side of your neck while another hand of his started
unbuttoning his shirt.
You giggled at the itchy sensation and pulled your
This is definitely going to be a lovely passionate
So one time, my lab mates and I were doodling on the lab counters in erasers and I drew Rick and Morty, Stan and Dipper, etc
and the next class, I got a note written in eraser saying “Sorry, we had to erase your Rick, Morty, and Stan!”
so I wrote “It’s okay, buddy!” and doodled a little Mabel
So today I found a Cute ass Rick, drawn very much like they do in the show and beside him, they wrote : “OH THANK GOD, MABEL, WE HAVE TO-” and then the words were too messed up or blurry but IT WAS AMAZING I really miss having these mystery doodle buddies like I did in high school
so I drew a Mabel next to him, looking excited w/ starry eyes saying “WHAAAT?”
and off to the side was of Rick, I found “Gotta get back, back to the past, Samurai Jack”
and I just I WANT TO FIND THESE MYSTERY PEEPS OR PEEP WHO ARE THEY???!
My day: #coffee ☕️, @nsfgov-funded robot 🕹, acid ⚗️, #WomeninSTEM lab mate 👩🏽🔬, and 5,000,000yo shells 🐚🙌🏽😄 I am using the Element XR to analyze the chemistry of coastal groundwater samples from around the world to quantify what groundwater contributes to the ocean globally. 💧👉🏽⛰👉🏽🌊 Sarah White, another @ucsc PhD student, is using a laser to analyze the chemistry of #foraminifera#shells to explain how #ElNino changed over the past 5my.
But can you imagine if Eddie was still at the precinct?.
“Barry, is your lab mate being nicer to you yet?”
“Barry, do you want me to talk to him? Are you sure? I won’t take my gun out this time. I wasn’t going to do anything! He overreacted!”
“Barry, do you want me to see if Singh can move your office? You know, maybe closer to my desk?”