You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?
Gasping for air, you found yourself awake in an instant, every fiber of your being burning in pain. There wasn’t an inch on your body that didn’t hurt, and you felt like you were breathing underwater, each breath painful and forced. “Hold her down!” You heard someone yell, their words mangled and hard to understand.
The pain had your body contorting on the small cot, and at one point you thought you might fall off. With huge eyes, you watched men with blue masks over their faces, and gloves on their hands, blood on their white clothes place their hands on you, holding you down. But as soon as one of those hands touched your arm, you let out a moan, the pain too much to bear.
“Y/N!” You thought you heard Jensen’s voice yell, but you weren’t sure if you were dreaming it as the pain pulled you back under, and you gratefully accepted the lack of pain the darkness would bring.
The laboratory was filled with the scent of clean sterilized equipment, cool air conditioning that left no lingering odor of the chemicals that were once in the now spotless test flasks, and the naturally calming ambient scent of the wooden floor that was similar to the style used in traditional Japanese homes. Amidst it all, Mercy sat at a work table surrounded by papers, tablets, charts, and reports, almost all which were generated by herself with the exception of a few correspondents and external researches from others that were loaded up on her tablets for easy access of bringing around with her and comparing data.
The lady in the white lab coat perused over the data that surrounded her, idly taking a sip of the cup of tea that was on a safe area of her table. It would not have been there had a certain someone not insistently bringing her one. While he was not here at the moment, it suddenly felt strange to not have one near her while she worked. Besides, its warmth made her feel calm and reminded her of his presence. He reasoned also that it would be better than overloading her with caffeine if she kept drinking throughout the day and night. Had he insisted on any other drink, she might have have the same in all honesty. However, it was the traditional drink of choice from his homeland, one that he gladly shared with her. As such, she couldn’t help but attribute the familiar scent with him, the loving Japanese cyborg.
Prompt- “Can i ask part two of vision for oliver/reader?
Where some organization kidnap and experiment on reader. Oliver and team tried
to find n rescue her. But when they did, she told them to leave without her. if
they dont they will die.” -anon
Ok, so I know I’ve seen this theory floating around but I wanted to get my take down on it too.
If you haven’t yet, go read @raincityrukus post on it here (x) first where they go over how the Raven’s costume changes through season 3 and 4 support this theory. I can’t remember if anyone else has covered this theory so if you have please let me know so I can tag/credit you.
I left some of my own thoughts on the theory on that post but I’d like to make something about it here on my own blog.
Because the writers are into dramatics on this show, one would think that them making the Becca in Raven’s head actually be Alie 1.0 wouldn’t be too out of reach.
I’ll put my main points under the cut because this is gonna get super long.
I present to you… one of the best Claire fics ever, that highlights her relationships with Layton, Dimitri, Don Paolo, Bill Hawks and Clive.
You know how Unwound Future just kind of went - “Everyone loves Claire! That’s Dimitri’s reason for living and Don Paolo’s reason for revenge! It’s not like they could’ve just been her friends.” Well, here we get a little more depth between Claire and her suitors, examining why Hershel, Dimitri and Don Paolo each fall in love with her.
Bill’s chapter even makes a jab at how so many men love Claire - but he doesn’t, making him stand out. And as much as we all love to bash Bill Hawks, this is one of the only fics I’ve ever seen that gives us a glance inside his head, without justifying his actions. (He’s still a bag of dicks, don’t worry.)
Eeek! Guys, I’m really excited to be posting part 4! Sorry for the wait! There will be one more part after this, and I know it might seem quick, but if I do say so myself, quite a bit happens in this one! Please leave feedback! I’d love to hear your thoughts and predictions! Thanks so much for reading and for supporting me! All my love! x
This time, when the lady in the white lab coat spread the cold gel across your stomach, Harry was right beside you, your hand in his. A soft whimper escaped your mouth at the temperature and immediately Harry squeezed your hand. His deep voice was frantic in your ear.
“What’s wrong? Are you in pain? Is it the baby?” He asked.
You giggled at his protectiveness. “It’s just a little cold, that’s all.”
Harry nodded. All he could think to do was pull your body closer against his to spread the warmth, even if there was nothing he could do about the gel. The nurse was focusing on pulling the image of your baby onto the small screen but even she was softly smiling at how adoring Harry was being.
“Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Styles, if you take a look to your right, your little baby is waiting for you.”
You didn’t have a chance to correct the kind nurse. Technically, you weren’t Mrs. Styles. Yet. But before you could make that little fact known, a gasp from Harry distracted you. His green eyes were wide and his lips were slightly parted. He had yet to divert his gaze from the fuzzy image but he had wrapped his arms around you solidly, as if he couldn’t quite believe that the tiny creature on the screen was actually inside of you.
“What do you think?” you asked in a soft whisper.
“Perfect,” Harry swallowed. “He, she, whatever it is is perfect.”
You smiled. “I think so, too.”
“Oh, would you like to know the gender? We’re at the stage where I can tell just perfectly,” the nurse said.
You and Harry exchanged a look. The two of you had bounced from wanting to know to wanting to keep the gender a surprise, but now that you actually had the chance to know, it was too tempting.
“We’d like to know,” you said in unison.
The nurse smiled. Clearly this was one of her favourite parts. “Well, I think a congratulations is in order then. Y/N, you are carrying a healthy baby boy.”
Your eyes closed to trap the tears threatening to escape out of happiness. A boy. A mini Harry. You’d be happy with anything you were blessed with, but suddenly little boys seemed to be the most special thing in the entire world. Harry had yet to speak, but the sheen in his eyes and the hand over his mouth spoke volumes.
You were having a boy. And you wanted the world to know.
“We don’t have to do this, you know,” Harry said as you stood outside the grand house.
You swallowed back your nerves. “I want to.”
The nurse’s mistake in your relationship status only served to remind you and Harry that although the two of you were engaged, each day seemed to pass without making any progress in the wedding plans. The source of that was known to the both of you: Harry’s parents. Harry hadn’t told them he proposed with the intention of not having them at his wedding. You wanted them there, because regardless of how you they felt about you, Harry was their son and you knew he’d want them to see him get married. You were convinced that telling them about the wedding in person—and inviting them—was the surest way to get them to attend.
Harry knocked on the door, and you tried to hide your faltering smile from him. You found it odd that someone would have to knock on their parents’ door, but clearly Harry’s upbringing was much different from your own. Eileen opened the door and her cold expression wasn’t exactly warm, but it wasn’t a scowl either. Progress. Her eyes fell on the growing swell underneath your sweater and the corners of her mouth fell slightly.
“Mum,” Harry greeted her.
“My boy,” Eileen whispered, engulfing her only son in a hug. You noticed how tightly she hung on to Harry and you actually felt a pang of sympathy for the woman. Maybe it wasn’t personal. Maybe it wasn’t about you not being good enough for Harry. Maybe it was just hard to see her son start a family of his own. Your revelation was more than likely inspired by the fact that you just found out you too were going to be having a son.
“Hello Mrs. Styles, thank you so much for having us for dinner,” you said politely, removing your scarf from your neck.
“Well, what can I say dear, you practically invited yourself over now didn’t you?”
Your heart sank.
“Mum,” Harry spoke through his teeth. “She suggested we have dinner together. You were the one adamant about having it here.”
“I just thought she might be too young to be using knives and an oven,” Eileen murmured.
“Okay. We’re leaving,” Harry stated. You saw that he hadn’t taken off his shoes. He either predicted his mother’s attitude or never really planned on staying.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Tom said, walking into the hallway from the living room. “It’s bad enough I hardly see you Harry, and now you want to take away the chance for me to get to know the mother of my grandchild.”
You smiled at Harry and gave him a look as to say, see? This could work out after all.
“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Styles,” you told him.
Tom leaned in and gave you a friendly hug. “Same to you, dear.” The term of endearment sounded much more genuine coming from him than his wife.
Eileen let out a loud sigh, realizing that she was outnumbered. “Well, we might as well eat. It’s ready.”
With Tom sitting at the head of the table, you and Harry on one side and Eileen at the other, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were on teams. Tom would ask you innocent questions to stimulate some conversation and it seemed that every answer was judged by Eileen.
“So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?” Tom asked as he helped himself to a second serving of mashed potatoes.
You looked at Harry who suddenly seemed very fascinated with his plate. “I work in publishing,” you said carefully.
“Interesting! So does Harry, don’t you boy?” Tom said cluelessly.
Now Harry looked straight up alarmed. “Mm hmm.” Your eyes narrowed at him.
“Yeah, Harry here has done very well for himself. Great company and all,” Tom continued.
You sat back in your chair, irritated. “I know. I know it’s a great company. I worked there.”
The room fell silent. Aside from a “humpf” from Eileen, no words were spoken for a while. You stabbed at the meat on your plate with a vengeance as you imagined it as Harry. How could he not tell his parents where he met you? You felt slapped in the face as you realized that Harry had single-handedly curbed your chances of having a relationship with his parents.
“Harry never mentioned that,” Tom said quietly.
“I’m sure there’s a lot he hasn’t mentioned,” you said coldly.
Finally, Eileen gave you an approving grin. Figures she likes attitude.
You felt Harry’s hand squeeze your thigh under the table. You sharply angled your body away.
“Are you guys sure about this?” Eileen asked. “It doesn’t seem like the two of you have a lot in common.”
You froze. Did she already know about the wedding? Did she assume correctly?
“I mean, in today’s day and age, there’s lots of options. Adoption, custody arrangements. Whatever is best for the little one.” A sip of wine punctuated her words.
“What?” Harry asked harshly. That was the first coherent word he had spoken all dinner.
“I’m just saying. There’s no logical reason why the two of you need to raise the baby together. We know some great lawyers who could work out an ideal custody arrangement.”
“And what would that be?” you asked bravely.
“Sole custody, obviously,” Eileen answered.
You stood from your seat. “Are you trying to take Harry out of his child’s life?”
Eileen gave a sharp laugh and waved her hand as if to pooh-pooh you. “Of course not, dear. I’m trying to take you out of it.”
Harry sprang from his seat. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he cursed.
“Harry, please, be reasonable. The three of us are more than capable of raising a child together. Y/N doesn’t need to be here for that. We’ll be doing her a favour. Taking the baby out of her hands so she can move on and settle with someone more…more her speed,” she finished.
Maybe it was the hormones or maybe it was the fact that the woman was a total bitch and saying such horrible things about you, but the tears and sobs came without warning.
“Sweetheart,” Tom said. The genuine look of concern in his eyes just made your heart hurt more.
“Excuse me,” you sobbed, leaving the dining room. You were leaning against the wall in the hallway when you heard Harry rip into his mother.
“You…just…you, really Mother? Then you wonder why I never visit. Why I never want anything to do with you. You are a real piece of fucked up work, and I can’t be around you anymore. You tried to take my son away from Y/N, but really, you only took your own away from yourself. And by the way, I’m marrying Y/N because I’m in love with her, okay? I’m so fucking in love with her I can barely stand it, so I’m going to marry her. And I think this goes without saying, but you’re not invited.”
Harry stomped out of the dining room with a purpose and the harshness in his eyes softened immediately when he saw your fragile state.
“Let’s go, I’m taking you home,” Harry whispered with his arm around you.
You were barely out the door when you heard Tom uncharacteristically raise his voice.
“Goddamit Eileen! Don’t you ever learn? You’re treating Y/N the exact same way my mother treated you!”
Harry held your body close as you cried against his chest that night. He rubbed your back soothingly as you buried your head further into him. You were feeling embarrassed and vulnerable in his presence.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I swear, you have no idea how sorry I am,” he whispered.
You shook your head. You wished it was as simple as accepting his apology. You wished you could tell Harry that it wasn’t him, it was his mother, but that would be a lie. You considered Harry as being guilty as well. You didn’t deny his love for you, that much was evident, but you couldn’t help but feel he was somehow ashamed of you. This wasn’t the first time he made you feel this way, but if the situation wasn’t resolved, it’d be the last time. Because you’d be gone.
“I don’t know, Harry,” you said in between sobs.
“What don’t you know, baby?” he asked.
“You. Me. Us. I’m just not sure anymore,” you sniffled.
Harry’s arms tensed around you. “What?” his voice sounded strangled.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to marry me. Not because I’m pregnant.”
Harry almost seemed relieved that that was what you were worrying about. “Hey, you know that’s not true.”
You shrugged, coming loose in his arms. “I don’t know anymore. When it’s just me and you, things seem right. They feel right. But whenever we’re out in public, with your family, you always seem ashamed of me. I don’t feel good enough for you,” you admitted quietly. The tears fell harder.
Harry’s mouth opened and closed before he found the words he was desperately searching for. “Oh Y/N, I don’t know how to tell you that that’s not true. I’m proud of you, but I’m just so damn protective. I feel like this is an uphill battle of us against the world, and while I want nothing more than to be on your team, I’ll be damned if I let you get hurt along the way.”
“Newsflash, Harry. I’m hurting right now,” you mumbled.
“I know. Fuck, I know.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Look, Y/N. I’ve had a pretty damn good and easy life. The things I’ve wanted have come easily to me and I’ve never had something worth losing. Until you. And I know I’m doing a terrible job, but I’m really just trying to keep you with me.”
You nodded, letting his words sink in. You could feel the intensity and love radiating off Harry, but somehow the justification for keeping you hidden wasn’t strong enough. You didn’t say anything more after that.
“You’re not saying anything,” Harry observed.
Your wide eyes were almost lifeless. “I don’t know what to say anymore.”
Harry licked his full lips nervously. “Can I hold you?”
You nodded and allowed yourself to get comfortable in Harry’s embrace. You wanted to commit the feeling to memory in case you never experienced it again.
… “Hi, miss, can I take your order?” a soft male voice asked as you approached the front of the line in the quaint coffee shop. “Y/N?”
Your eyes moved from the menu at the back wall to the friendly and familiar face staring back at you.
“Kyle?” you asked, even though the name tag on his shirt was right in front of you. “What’re you doing here?”
You were vaguely aware of the line behind you as you made small talk.
“I work here part time on the weekends and when I’m not working for Harry,” he said. At the mention of Harry’s name, your heart sank. Things weren’t exactly where they should be where he was concerned.
“How’re things…how’re things going?” Kyle asked softly, noticing the change in your expression.
“I’ve been better,” you said lightly.
“Oh no. Wanna talk about it?”
You looked around and spotted some empty tables. “Not really. But I wouldn’t mind talking about some other things,” you said with a small smile.
“Deal. Nick, cover for me!” Kyle called as he stepped out from behind the counter.
Once he had fixed your hot chocolate he joined you at a table by the window.
“Wow, you’re really showing,” Kyle commented.
“Thanks. I think?” you laughed.
Kyle blushed an adorable shade of pink. “Trust me, I meant it as a compliment. You always look beautiful.”
Now it was your turn to blush. “Thanks.”
Kyle was giving you a hard stare.
“What?” you asked self-consciously.
“I wish it wasn’t his baby,” Kyle said sharply. “I don’t think he deserves someone like you.”
You stirred your hot chocolate, not exactly sure what to say to that.
“Well, it is,” you offered weakly.
“I just think you could do so much better. Y/N, answer me something.”
You looked up at him. With no further prompting necessary, Kyle continued. “Why did you choose him over me? I could have made you so much happier.”
“It’s not exactly a choice I made, Kyle. I couldn’t help how I feel.”
You felt squirmish under Kyle’s steady gaze. “And do you still feel the same way?”
You answered honestly. “Yeah, I do. It’s still him. I mean, it’ll always be him.”
As soon as the words left your lips, movement outside caught your eye. Harry was looking at you and even though Harry trusted you, you had to admit, the scene in front of him didn’t look that great.
“I better get going,” you said.
“Goodbye, Y/N,” Kyle said with a hint of finality.
Harry closed the door softly behind him once the two of you entered his house. After you explained the situation for what it was, the walk home was quiet. He didn’t seem mad, exactly, just sad. Harry went to his bedroom without so much as a murmur.
“Harry?” you called as you stood in the doorframe. “Everything okay?”
“I don’t think we should get married,” he told you.
Your heart sank to the floor and you stepped over it on the way to Harry. “What? Harry, please, trust me, it wasn’t a date!”
Harry’s face softened. “Hey, I do trust you. And I know it wasn’t. But seeing you there with him, it just made me realize that maybe we’re not right for each other after all. Maybe we’re not what each other needs.”
Your lips quivered as you struggled to defend yourself. “I need you, Harry. This baby and I need you.”
He grabbed your face in his hands. “And I need you,” he swallowed. “But I don’t deserve you. I’ve already messed up so many times with you and each time I hate myself a little more knowing that I’ve hurt you. I love you and I want you and I need you but the fact is, I also hurt you. And baby, I can guarantee that no one will ever love you as much as I love you, but I want you to find someone who’d never hurt you. I’ll always support the baby financially, but please, don’t let me hurt him too.”
Harry’s cheeks were red by the time he finished speaking and you couldn’t tell if the entire time he was trying to convince himself as well.
You shook your head to rid yourself of any thoughts of being without Harry. “No,” you said firmly. “You listen to me now Styles. What you don’t get is that nothing you’d do to me would ever hurt more than you leaving me. Why can’t you see all that we’ve been through? I’m not your employee anymore, and you’re not my boss! We’re a team!” You were about to say more but Harry’s lips collided against yours and knocked the air right out of your lungs. His hands brushed against the sides of your jaw.
“You really want to do this? You really want to marry me?”
The white satin was stretched against your stomach beautifully. The ceremony was small and intimate and everything you wanted it to be, simply because Harry was standing at the end of the aisle. It wasn’t about who was there and who wasn’t there, it was about the fact that no matter what anyone thought, you were officially leaving as Mrs. Styles. The vows had been exchanged and the kiss between bride and groom had been shared when suddenly you weren’t feeling well. You were supposed to begin the walk back down the aisle but you were too dizzy to move. The lights were too bright and the organ was too loud. You swayed a little bit and saw four Harrys staring back at you, all of them concerned.
“Harry,” you breathed. “Something’s not right.”
Harry felt the hair on the back of his neck stand erect and within seconds, he was holding the limp body of his pregnant wife in his arms.
ok you all know what I’m thinking….cause you are now thinking it too…That full frontal needs to happen in High Rise… for sciencey reasons of course…. Ladies please ready your lab coats and pray that they will be needed….
Background: After LEGO finally released the Ideas Research Institute, a set that features female scientist minifigs in astronomy, paleontology, and chemistry, they were immediately sold out.
Problem: The set is a “limited edition,” and although there are thousands of would-be customers chomping at the bit to buy one (myself included), LEGO has not committed to continue to provide them.
CALL FOR ACTION: Sign the linked petition urging LEGO to make the Research Institute set permanent. They still need ~1,300 signatures to reach their goal! Show your support and maybe they’ll expand the set to include the other 6 female minifigs the designer had envisioned, including an engineer, falconer, and geologist.
Do you think you could do 26 “you can’t keep protecting me” with Newt?
Pairing:Newt x Reader
A/N:I’m sorry I haven’t posted, and still haven’t finished request. I’ve been getting really sick and I don’t know why, I’ve gotten better but I plan to finish these over this week.
Chuck just died, a group came and was racing us to a helicopter. One of the men was dragging me.As we were seated, the helicopter took off. None of us saying a word, to much in shock. I felt a hand on my thigh, I looked up to see my boyfriend Newt. His eyes were filled with sadness but something in is eyes said that we will be okay. I just leaned my head on his shoulder.
As we arrived to this place they took us inside. The people that saved us were saying something but I didn’t hear a word. I felt strange, I didn’t know what to feel. I heard my name making my head snap up. It was a lady with a lab coat. I give her a questioning look.
“Y/N, if you’d head this way” I take a step forward about to go but then I felt a hand puling me back.
“Where are you taking her?”Newt demanded.
The lady set her clip board down, “I know its hard to trust us, but we are here to help you. I just want to take Y/N, do some test, get her all clean and dressed.”
“How do we know your not lying?”Thomas questioned.
“I wouldn’t lie to you, we are all against W.I.C.K.E.D here, we are on the same side”She stated. I start to walk out of Newts hold, he tugged me back.
“You can’t go”He whispered to me. I stared into his beautiful eyes, “Newt, don’t worry i’ll be fine, trust me”
“Y/N I do trust you, I don’t trust them” He said eyeing the lady.
“Newt, I can take are of myself” I insisted.
“I know that bu I have to take are of you too”
I looked at him with sad eyes, “You can’t keep protecting me” I said as I obeyed and walked to the lady.
We walked down the halls, until the Gladers were out of site, “He cares about you a lot” She stated.
“I know, I care about him too” I said. She smiled and stopped at a door. “Here you are my dear, go get cleaned up, shower. Take how ever long you want”
I nodded my head and stepped in. I looked around to see a shower stall, a sink and clothes. I quickly got in the shower washing all the blood and dirt of me.
It was about an hour later, me just thinking. I didn’t know what to think. I finally shut off the water and start to dry off as I grab a brush and start to comb through my hair. I got dressed in the clothes they gave me, which was a shirt and some dark jeans and some kinda of black boots.
I step out to find a man waiting for me, “This way” He said leading me though the maze of hall ways. We came to a stop, he opened the door and let me in. I see a bed and he tells me to wait for someone. He closes the door so I sit on the bed.
Later a women came in, “Hello I’m the Doctor, I just need to run some tests with you if that okay” I nod my head. She lays me back on the bed. She gets a needle out and she pokes it in one of my veins, “Now this will make you sleepy, don’t fight it, just got to sleep” I nodded my head then my eyes fluttered close.
I woke up with a jolt as an alarm was sounded, I sit up to see the lady doctor on a device. I tried to sit up but I was too weak to do so. I looked at my surroundings, I see the needle is in my arm, I feel like a tube blowing something in my nose(A breathing tube lol).
All of a sudden there was a bang on the door, my eyes closed. I heard the door open and the women scream. The curtain opened, “Y/n” I heard someone sigh. I opened my eyes to see Newt rushing to me. He pulled me into a hug.
“We’re getting out of here” He said, I yanked the tube from my arm and the breathing thingy off. I tried to bring myself up but I was to weak, Newt helped me. He kissed my forehead.
“I know I can’t always protect you, but I’ll sure as hell will try” He said grabbing my hand and started to run.
A/N:I’m so sorry this took forever, I really like this one. I hope you guys enjoy!