white lab coats

A person who requested to be anon prompted: 

For the Captain America, could I see something cute/heartwarming with Sam Wilson hanging out with some refugee school kids?  

“Hey – who’re the kids?” Sam asked, standing in the lobby of Stark Tower. They had great coffee in the residential levels, but sometimes you just jonesed for a Starbucks and a cake pop. 

A troop of children, probably between about six and fourteen, were following a guy in a white lab coat through the lobby, all of them wearing visitor’s lanyards. 

Natasha took a sip of her latte. “Arno’s Kids.”

“Who’s Arno?”

“Tony’s grandfather.”

Sam whistled low. “Old man got around.”

She smacked him on the arm. “It’s a program the Maria Stark Foundation started. They take on refugee families, make sure they have basic supplies, give the kids some field trips so the parents have some me-time.”

“So why Arno?”

“Arno was an immigrant. He arrived with the clothes on his back and a smile. Tony thinks he was fleeing something.” 

“Huh,” Sam said, finishing his cake pop. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later, ok?” he said, and Natasha grinned at the look in his eye.


Sam, who was conscious of good branding, almost always wore a Cap shield shirt when he went out these days. His logo had little wings on either side, just to remind people oh yeah, Falcon is Cap now

His plan worked like a charm for the kids; he hustled his ass onto the elevator with them, and saw several sets of eyes widen as he turned around, waiting for the door to close. Just after it did, one of the kids tugged on his pants pocket.

“Captain America?” she asked. “Sam Wilson Captain America?”

He grinned at her and offered his hand even as the field trip docent opened her mouth to scold. “Yeah, I’m Captain America. You must be Arno’s Kids, huh?” he asked, and several of them gasped. “I thought I’d come along today. You’re going to the robotics museum?”

The door dinged open on the lobby of the tenth floor robotics museum. The docent gaped at him.

“It’s cool, right?” Sam asked her, with a wide grin. She nodded. “Awesome. Hey, you guys wanna see a robot that can pick up and throw a water balloon?” 

They all cheered, clustering around him like chicks as he led the way to the Splatter Zone (Tony knew his target market when it came to kids and robots). Most of them ran immediately for the robot that was very obviously the designated throwing machine, but one of the little ones held back with Sam. He put up his hand, and Sam thought he wanted him to hold it, but instead he patted the back of Sam’s hand with his. They had about the same skin color.

“Captain America,” the kid said, awed, staring at their hands. 

“You want me to pick you up so you can see?” Sam asked. 

“Yes please!” 

Sam hefted the kid up, holding him around the waist with one arm. The boy leaned forward, spreading his arms, and announced, “Falcon!” 

“That’s right, kid, Captain America and Falcon,” Sam assured him, and then everyone was distracted when a robot flung a water balloon twenty feet – straight up in the air. 

Sam wiped water out of his eyes and grinned. He’d have to have a talk with Tony about working a little Captain America Time into the Arno’s Kids program. 

People don’t think of geography as being a science or geographers as being scientists. They think of science as being people wearing pretty white lab coats doing ‘stuff’ in labs. Well, I got news for you. If we could get or create tornadoes and study them inside of a lab, then you bet we’d doing it! In the meantime, we just chase storms and try not to die.
—  Physical geography professor
Professer Irwin!

Words: 2.5K

Warning: Smut!

Summary: Y/N sees her professor at a club and the next day at school she can’t stop thinking about him. 


You saw him about 30 minutes ago, hoping he wouldn’t see you, you were 18 and having a night out with your best friends. Yes, by 3 years you were underage but you had fake ID and you didn’t expect your extremely attractive science teacher to be in a this club.

Professor Irwin had started last year and you’d been intrigued by his bubbly personnel. He always wore a long white lab coat and them stupid plastic goggles. All the girls would fawn over him especially me. But tonight he was wearing a sexy leather jacket with black skinny jeans and a black tank top.  His hair was nicely swept back which was revealing his arousing stubbly beard and hazel eyes.

He was surrounded by three of his mates, which they all were clung to a girl and professor Irwin looked lonely. I walked over to the bar ordering a shot and chugging it back. Even though it was a school night, It was thursday and you’d finished your last exam today. Tomorrow was your last day of full lessons. Yes you still had to go in, but most of tomorrow will be spent watching films or just talking to everyone and saying goodbye. 

“Should you be here?” I heard a gruff voice come behind me, I turned a round to be met with a beautiful pair of hazel eyes boring into my skin. I saw him quickly check me out before his eyes met mine. Today I had worn my tight grey dress which had a cut out showing off my boobs, it was one of my favourite dresses as it showed off everything. I leant on the bar smiling at him innocently.

“You’re not going to tell me off are you?”

“You’re underage Miss Y/L/N” He sternly said, I pouted at him as he looked over to his friends who were making out with the girls they were with. In a way I felt sorry for him, I felt exactly the same. I wasn’t the best looking out of my friends and they were all off with there boyfriends, the few that weren’t were on the dance floor.

“I’m only underage by 3 years, plus no one here knows” He looked back at me and gave a sad smile. 

“I won’t tell if you don’t” I smiled biting my lip. He shook his head and I called the bartender to get me two beers. He brung them over and I gave one to Professor Irwin. Who looked at me sceptically as I gave the bartender the change.

“Y/N I can’t take this”

“It will be our little secret Sir, why are you sad?” Professor Irwin cautiously looked at me before sitting on the barstool next to me. 

“Well every time I come out with my friends they always manage to hook up with someone, all three of them and I’m not into that. I want to find the one you know, the one who will make me happy no matter what”

“Ok but what if you find a really attractive girl who makes you hard as a rock and all you want to do is fuck her” 

“I’m not talking about this with you” he laughed, sipping on beer. His perfect lips wrapping around the end and tilting his head back showing off his perfectly sculptured jaw.

“Why not, its not like your friends are much interested” I spoke as he looked back over to them. Two pairs were leaving and the other one with red hair was dancing with his girl on the dance floor.

“Well, they’re just a bunch of losers who still attend uni, they’re younger then me one is even 19 there other 2 are 20″

“Oh do you think I could hook up with one of them, its been a while”

“Don’t even go there”

“What you scared of, I’m not exactly a virgin, I love a good cock thrusting into me and your friend with the blonde hair is pretty fit, they all are really”

“Really?” He asked questionably and swallowing thickly

“Yeah” I half moaned. I threw my head back taking a sip of the beer and placing it down onto the counter, I licked my lips tasting the beer remains. I saw Professor Irwin’s eyes look over my tongue and his jaw clench as he looked down at his lap. I saw my friend run over to me as she told me we were going. I downed the rest of my beer  placing it down on the side grabbing my purse. 

“Goodbye Sir”

“See you tomorrow in class” he smiled, I reached up kissing him on the cheek before smirking at him and leaving him sat there watching me saunter out of the club. I made sure to shake my ass and I turned round at him and he was laughing shaking his head at me. I winked at him and left the club.

I had just finished my last ever maths lesson and honestly I just felt so tired, at least I only had one ever lesson left to go. My last lesson was Scince as much as I love science I had been dreading ever since Professor Irwin saw me last night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what he said, what if I could change the way he feels and give him an night he won’t forget. God I have so many visions of him fucking me. He’s so good looking…and his fucking smile, his hair and his beard. I rubbed my head in frustration as I entered the science lab. I looked at the front row of girls and today they looked like they’re jaws were going to fall off.

I looked out to what they were looking at and I bit my lip. Professor Irwin was wearing a black shirt and black skinny jeans and his hair was combed back. Obviously the girls had never seen him in casual wear and he was a tasteful sight. I went and took my seat at the back of the class.

The whole lesson was Proffeser Irwin congratulating us on all our exams and giving us pep talks about what the future holds. To be honest I wasn’t even paying to what he was saying, I was watching his lip and the way his hands moved as he spoke about something he was passionate about, like what he did when he left school.

The final bell had rang and all the students had ran out of the school, celebrating, now that they had finally left. Me however I was sat at my desk slowly putting away my books into my bag as Professor Irwin packed away his things. I walked over to his desk as he looked up at me. 

“Well I guess this is goodbye” I said smiling at him sweetly.

“Last night, why did you kiss me?”

“You have kissable cheeks I guess” I blushed, not wanting to tell him the actual reason.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said” he started getting up from his chair and moved his way round to the front, sitting on the desk. I walked forward, tilting my head at him. “I found someone who makes me hard, all I want to do is fuck her, but theres a problem”

“Whats the problem?” I asked him placing my bag on the desk next to me and sitting on the desk opposite Professor Irwin.

“She’s a student at my school, she’s in my science class. But fuck she’s amazing, smart and she has this beautiful ass” he groaned, looking at me but now his eyes seemed darker the usual. I got what he was getting at as I stood up and walked forward standing in-between his leg.

“Technically, as of this minute, she’s not your student no more” I whispered edging my face forward. Our breaths mixed together as I lightly swiped my lips against his. He grabbed the back of my neck pulling me forward and crashing his lips to mine. I moaned, wrapping my arms around his waist leaning into him. His other hand came around to my ass pulling me close to him as his tongue entered my mouth. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate, and his lips were soft and felt like I was kissing a cloud. 

“Professor Irwin” I moaned detaching our lips

“Call me Ashton” He kissed over my neck and both his hands came under my skirt grasping my ass cheeks. I ran my hands through his soft hair as his fingers toyed with my panties pulling them down my legs. His fingers came up to my pussy, swiping his fore finger against my folds. Due to me thinking about Ashton all morning my pussy was already wet. Ashton backed his face away from me running his fingers over my folds.

“You’re already wet?” he questioned raising an eyebrow at me

“Have you met my science professor? God he’s so fucking hot” I whimpered reaching forward and unbuttoning his shirt. He let out a groan turning me around to where he was sitting and now he was stood in-between my legs. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders as it fell to the floor and Ashton pulled my shirt apart, a few buttons flying across the room. His lips instantly attached to my boobs, I shrugged off my shirt and leaning back on my elbows as Ashton sucked on my skin. Ashton reached around un pinging my bra and slowly smoothing it down my arms and pulling the cups away from my breasts and groaned.

“So perfect” His hands came around tweaking my nipples and rolling them in his fingers. He leant down sucking onto my nipple and I felt him slowly grind into me. He pulled my nipple, letting go and attaching his lips back to mine. I stroked my way down his chest feeling his few hairs and his muscles, loving the way his body tensed under my touch.  I tugged on his belt bringing him closer. 

“Ashton” I whined

“Yeah baby”

“I want you”

“What do you want?”

“Your fingers and mouth” 

“Is that so?” he grinned like a cheshire cat getting onto his knees. He inhaled my scent licking a line to my pussy circling his tongue over my clit. I let out a whimper as he paused looking up at me and smirking.

“Beg for it”

“Oh god-Ashton I want you so bad, I want you mouth, your fingers and your cock, just like I imagined” He growled sucking onto my clit and kitten licked between my folds, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as his pink lips were attached to my glistening pussy. His long fingers were rubbing small circles on my thighs and keeping them wide open as I kept trying to close them due to the pleasure. I felt his stubble scratch my entrance and I clenched my thighs around his face, it felt fucking amazing.

“More” I whined, he nuzzled in further licking over my entrance and swirling his tongue around my walls teasingly. He moved back up to my clit as I felt his long fingers lap at my juices.

“Suck” He said bringing his fingers to my mouth. I placed them in my mouth making sure to coat them and licking over the tips. He pulled them out and bringing them back to my pussy and delving one finger in. His fingers were so long, which meant they were touching all the right places deep inside me. 

“Oh fuck” I moaned, Ashton grumbled sending my legs trembling around him. He entered another finger thrusting into me. I let out whimpers as he looked up at me smirking. I bit my lip as I saw my essence over his chin and around his mouth. He wiggled his tongue and started to curl his fingers in me. 

The combined pleasure of his fingers pumping in and out of me and his tongue flicking my sensitive bud was enough to put me over the edge. I rocked into him and leant back on his desk.

“I’m going to cum”

“You better fucking not” He moaned. His fingers slid out of my pussy and he pressed one last kiss to my clit. I gave a whimper and pouted. I was so close and he decided to make me hold up.

“What why?” 

“I want you to cum around my cock” he said biting his lip and standing up. He undid his belt pulling it out of the belt loops and throwing it on the floor. Then he pulled down his trousers along with his boxers. His dick stood proud and leaking out pre-cum, the sight was mouth watering and I reached out slowly jerking him off. I tilted my head back as he sucked on my lip.  

“You’re so perfect Y/N, you know that right?”

“As are you Ashton” I moaned as he tugged at my hand making me pulling off him.

“Bend over the desk for me” I did as he said bending over the desk and bunching up my skirt above my hip. He came behind me with a foil packet tearing it open and rolling the condom onto his dick. He pushed into me grabbing my hips and slapping my ass lightly. 

“Fuck sir”

“You like that Y/N?”

I grabbed a hold of the edge of the desk as Ashton thrusted into my hole, there was a crude sound of squelching and the occasional sound of our skin slapping together. I edged as far as I could onto him and I felt his balls blow against my clit. He stroked over my ass and lightly spanking me once again.

“Feels amazing Y/N” he groaned tucking his hand around to rub my clit, I lifted up leaning my head on his shoulder and bouncing off him. Ashton’s dick rubbed against my walls as he clasped my ass squeezing it in his hands and rolling his hips into mine. I felt his tip hit my g-spot and I rammed my ass into his hips. 

“There Ashton” I screamed.  He let out several groans, rubbing my clit at a faster pace. I looked down at my knuckles, which were turning white from the pressure that I was clingy onto the side of the desk. My breathing started to pick up as I felt my legs start to shake. I let out a scream and came hard around his dick as I felt him harshly grab my ass. I heard him let out a animalistic groan and cum in the condom inside me. He slowly pulled out of me, taking off the condom. He tied it up putting it in the bin but making sure to cover it up with a few bits of paper.

“Fuck you’re incredible” He groaned pulling up his trousers

“Well I’m glad you found someone who gets you hard and can make you cum”

“So next week, you busy?”

Boss (Part #4)

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?”

“I do.”

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.

I am pretty convinced that Carlos doesn’t only wear traditional white lab coats. He wears all kinds of coats, but because he’s a scientist Cecil assumes all coats Carlos wears are lab coats.

So, his “weekend lab coat” is just a normal jean jacket. His “running lab coat” is your typical track jacket.

I can’t decide if it’s more amusing to believe that Cecil thinks all jackets are lab coats or that Carlos has a giant wardrobe full of lab coats made of different materials for every purpose imaginable.

In my youth, I was forced to make yearly trips to a big hospital in Delaware, an annual check-up with the multitude of white lab coats who specialized in various aspects of my disease. I quickly came to resent these appointments—hours in the bumpy car, and then the poking, the indifferent needling, we need X-rays!, blood work!, have you spoken to palliative care?, can we get him up on the table?, and always a constant ten sets of eager student-doctor eyes focused intently on my every reaction, especially the cute girl, the one who embarrassed me beyond my understanding, writing notes on her clipboard while the Real Doctor explained why I wasn’t breathing correctly, failure to thrive, he kept saying, with a little smirk in her direction for emphasis. She swooned over his lessons, but never really smiled when I made a joke.

I hated these appointments. I can’t really describe that part to you, but I don’t need to. Imagine the worst thing you could ever think of. These were that for me. A whole bunch of my character developed in these days, in learning that hatred and fear were closely intermingled, in realizing I needed a way to cope or else shit—long term shit—wasn’t gonna fly real long.

And yet, even after being pulled through the embarrassing, painful lengths of a day in that grinning, spotless, chemical-clean nightmare, it could all be childishly reversed, overturned, and very simply: if the ice cream machine in the lobby had those chocolate-covered vanilla bites that melted on my tongue.

It’s nuts, the ways we’ll fool ourselves into being okay. Nuts, or necessary. Or maybe that distinction is useless?

Chamber of Secrets - Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: Some tags are kind of freaking out on me, so if you if it doesn’t work I’m really sorry, I don’t know what to do. 


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“Hello, everyone, welcome to Wakanda, my name is Y/N Y/L/N and I will be in charge of this project.” You greeted the four people standing before you, all dressed in formal attire and had their white lab coats on. Everything was finally coming together and you couldn’t be more excited about it.

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Jerome Valeska x Arkham Doctor/Follower!Reader- Reese's Peanut Butter Cup

A/N: Words: 1,530. This was supposed to come out on Valentine’s Day, but I had so much homework I literally had no time. Enjoy!

Warnings: murder, language, guns, violence, mentions of rape

Originally posted by chloequinzel

“I know what you do at night.” A warm breath appeared on your ear. Of course it was obvious to you who it was. The white lab coat that you wore over your blue scrubs moved as you turned yourself to view the man who had whispered in your ear. “You go, and put on your little face paint hoping to catch my attention. By day, however, Doctor (L/N) you pretend that you want to fix me. You pretend to make me seem like my sanity is going back to what you folks refer to as ‘normal’, but, Sweetie, everyone knows there’s no way you can fix me. I’m not broken.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mister Valeska. I would never support such riots. Now, how are you doing today?” you replied refusing to look him in the eye.

“Now, Beautiful, I’m doing just fine. I wish I could leave out of this place, but life sucks sometimes. You know what would be great though? If you could help me to get out there! The reward that you’d get would be tremendous,” Jerome told you attempting to reach out to you, but his handcuffs preventing the motion.

“Showing signs of being a megalomaniac and a compulsive liar, is there anything else you’d like to say before I leave out of here? It’s almost time for me to go home for the day,” you reply beginning to feel frustrated at the man for somehow finding out about her nightly outings.

“If what I said was true bring me a Reese’s for our appointment tomorrow,” he mutters as you leave out the door. 

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Gency’s Valentines

The Charming Cyborg

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.

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I have hyper empathy toward animals. I always have, I used to pretend my stuffed toys were actually animated pets of mine and I would spend hours in my room taking care of them. I used to play vet too when I was young, I even had a white lab coat. Being so hyper empathetic towards animals is definitely what pushed be toward going to Veterinary school, even if I’m doing my courses online. All I want is to help animals and be around them as much as possible. I have 1 cat and a family dog that I love so much and can’t imagine life without and if my mom would let me, I’d have every pet imaginable. I’m the type of person who goes to a shelter and wants to adopt every animal there. I cry when I see SPCA commercials or hear stories about poor animals being abused. I’ve never been able to connect with humans, for obvious reasons, but I’ve always connected with animals. I can talk to my dog and/or cat for hours and I know they love me for me. And I love them for them. I love watching my pets and other animals doing just minimal things like twitching ears or even blinking. I have this deep connection to animals that I know being in Veterinary school is the right move for me because I can’t see myself doing anything else with my life.

A cafe in Tokyo exclusively for girls majoring in science!

A  new cafe is being opened exclusively for those females graduating in science in Tokyo on 20th June. This cafe will also cater to those girls studying in middle school and high school, who are interested in science.

This restaurant called RKJcafe was conceived by the Knowledge Hands,an employment support company based in Tokyo. Normally girls form only 10 - 30% of all the students studying science, so females have a hard time finding fellow female science students to discuss and interact about various scientific concepts.

This cafe will provide an ideal platform to all the women interested in science to get together and discuss what they truly love i,e science. Most amazing part of this restaurant is that female science students will wear white lab coats and serve customers drinks in beaker and test tubes. This cafe will operate only during weekends, when science students get some respite from their grueling schedule.

  • Zachary Goode: leather jackets, bloody knuckles clenched into fists, six-mile runs just before the sun comes up, classic rock music blasting from a car radio, good whiskey at a seedy bar, thunderstorms and flooded streets, a beat-up black sedan, neon lights in a back alley
  • Grant Newman: expensive suits with gold cufflinks, shitty beer drunk with reckless abandon, winking at some girl in a red dress, pastel-colored frat boy shorts, buttoned shirts with the sleeves rolled up, leather punching bags, screaming at Call of Duty at 2 in the morning, orange sunsets on empty beaches
  • Jonas Anderson: crisp white lab coats, indie music at a local hole-in-the-wall venue, swearing under your breath in Farsi or Japanese or something, the smell of a fresh new textbook, a Newton's cradle swinging on a desk, high-rise skyscrapers, glasses with tape to hold the frame together, argyle sweater vests
  • Preston Winters: the smell of expensive cologne, worn-in and expensive Sperry Topsiders, American flag lapel pins, meticulously-done hair, skinny ties, the sound of a symphony orchestra's first movement, hamburgers with everything on them and too much ketchup, superhero iPhone cases,
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Words: 1,493

Warnings: violence

A/N: Some truths are revealed.  Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list!

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TAGS:  @maddydallas1​ @barnes-toddpartnersinheartbreak​ @sorryidontspeakgrounder-world​  @rosep16

You wake to the lights in your padded cell.  The lights were bright as could be and they burned your eyes.  You brought your hand up to shield your eyes and turned your head to the side to try and lessen the affect.  It took you minute to sit up, swinging your legs over the bed.  Your bare feet touched the cool padding on the floor.  

The metal door of your cell creaked open to reveal the man with the shoulder length hair and piercing blue eyes.  He jerks his head, telling you to follow him.  You get up on shaky legs and slowly walk after him.  You follow him into a gray room with lots of machines and surgical supplies.  There is a large window that has several people, in white lab coats, behind it.

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Reigisa Mook Translation: A Butterfly in a Distant Planet

Translated the Reigisa Mook (scan credit goes to the lovely 



It’s such a beautiful, funny, and moving story, so please enjoy (^o^)/


For my other Free! Mook translations, please see the following:
SouRin Mook Original Story
MomoTori Mook Original Story
MakoHaru Mook Original Story

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A bitchingly gay oneshot about Baekhyun’s hot lipring.

The raven haired boy sat atop a hill that overlooked the jagged wreckage he once called home. The moon cast a glow over his face, calling attention to the deep cuts and scars that marred his otherwise gentle appearance. He watched from afar, the flicker of oranges and reds as smoke billowed up towards the sky. His heavily coated eyes did not blink; unfazed by the faint sounds of screams echoing from below. Images like this were no longer painful for him. The little town was just one of the many places that him and his disciples had inhabited only to be chased out when their powers were discovered. Their gifts were not something that they wanted to receive, but rather a forced occasion.

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You have NO PARENTS, no siblings, NO FAMILY to call your own. No safe space to call your home. Born in a LAB, raised as a weapon, holding too much power in such a little frame. Expected to sit and behave while the men and women in the WHITE LAB COATSpricked and prodded away. AT NIGHT, you would dream of a loving, happy family. at day, you would plan on how to make it a reality, waiting for the PERFECT OPPORTUNITY.