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A Grilled Cheese Aftermath

Pairing: Dean x reader, Sam

Warning: Teeth rotting smut aftermath

Word count: 400 

A/N: I just had to. I made another grilled cheese tonight, and I couldn’t help but think about Sam finding the aftermath of Y/N’s abandoned grilled cheese. For more insight, read Grilled Cheese Saves Lives.

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Baby steps -Tom Holland

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this. It’s been sitting in my drafts and I devided it in 2 because it got too long. Maybe part 2 if you like it? I feel like it’s trash hdjdb Anyways, enjoy!

You first met him at the gym. You were not working out but actually working there. It was a private gym with only a few assistants let alone woman assistant. Your clients were all about privacy so your manager kept the circle small. It was five in the morning and you were setting up last things in the gym when your eye cought someone coming in.

“Sorry we’re closed for another hour!” you called without looking at the door and kept putting the weights on their places.
“Oh…uh, Jim told us we could stroll in early because we start shooting midday.” A voice unknown to you answered and you stood up from where you were crouching down and put your hands on your hips while turning around to the guy you were about to scold. You hated being told otherwise and you sure didn’t like to be told how this place was running. You blew a streak of hair out of your face when you recognized him and you lifted your brows.

“Ah..you guys. Right. Forgot about that. Jim was rambling about something yesterday. Alright come in.” you said and waved them in. While they walked in you turned back to your work and told yourself not to freak out. You were in the same building as Tom Holland. Yes. But what difference does it make? Celebs and rich people were coming here all the time. No big deal. Play it cool.
You took a deep breath and bent down again to keep working while you were mumbling to yourself.

“Sorry?” you heared someone say half an hour later and looked up immediatly just to see Tom Holland staring at you, seeming confused.
“What?” you said and facepalmed yourself in your mind immediatly.
“Did you say something?” he said and smiled politely while grabbing onto the handles.
“No, no. Was just…talking to myself.” you said and walked away immediatly hiding your red cheeks.

You tried to avoid him and his friend as much as possible after that conversation. So you stayed behind the counter preparing the drinks your gym was offering their clients. You put one bottle after the other on top of the counter and hummed along with the music which was playing out of the boxes all over the gym.
“Talking to yourself again?” you heared someone say and your head shot up to see Tom smiling at you while he took one drink off the counter. He sat down on one of the chairs and opened the lid of the bottle to take a generous swig.
“Singing along, more likely.” you answered and pointed at the speaker at the top corner on the ceiling. You left your finger in the air while wiggling along to the music and preparing the rest of the drinks.

“I’m Tom, by the way.” he introduced himself and you couldn’t surpress a chuckle.
“I know.” you smiled and slid to the left to take a lid for the bottle.
“You know?” he chuckled and you nodded.
“Who doesn’t?” you teased him and kept your head down focusing on your work and keeping your hands busy.
“Well, I can’t exactly say: ‘Hi, you know who I am. What’s your name?’ while approaching people, can I?” he laughed and took another swig of his drink. It made you laugh too and you shook your head.
“No of course not. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you. Love your work.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself and wanted to vanish into thin air.

“Thanks. Appreciate that. Not so bad yourself.” he said and made you look up with a questioning gaze. He was holding up the bottle and shaking it lightly which made you roll your eyes and smile a little.
“When you make hundreds every day you get the hang of it.” you said shrugging your shoulders and put another five on the counter.
He opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted by his friend.
“Tom! Are you coming, mate?”

“Yeah! There in a sec.” he called back and stood up from his chair and walked towards you.
“Tight schedule. Talk later?” he said apologetically and you raised a brow in surprise but gathered yourself together immediatly.
“Sure. I’m here from 6am to whenever Jim doesn’t need me anymore. Always at your service.” you said and saluted jokingly while cleaning the counter. He left with a chuckle and you finally could take a deep breath.

You guys didn’t talk later. You didn’t even see him leave which upset you a little because you got your hopes up, which was obviously very dumb of you. Even though the voice in the corner of your head kept telling you to not expect anything. Now it was laughing at you.
You were finishing to clean up to exchange shifts with the next assistant when Jim called you.
“Y/N!”

“I’m coming.” you said while jogging to the reception.
“You got a call.” he murmured and you smiled apologetically.
“Mom I told you not to call at work. Jim gets annoyed. You can call my phone, I showed you how.” you hissed into the phone turning your back on Jim.

“I would, but I couldn’t get your number.” someone else said and your jaw dropped.
“Tom?”

“You know who I am.” he laughed and gave you time to gather yourself.
“What’s up?”,you said finally, playing with the cord of the phone. Yes it was an old phone with a cord attached to it and all.
“I felt bad for leaving without a goodbye. I really looked forward to chatting with you but I had to leave early because of the shoot.” he apologized and you furrowed your brows.
“No big deal. I’m always here.” you said and shrugged your shoulders not really thinking about that he wasn’t able to see you.

“Well, I got a ten minute break right now. But you could give me your number so I could call you sometime. I mean, if you want. If that’s okay, you know.” he stuttered and you chuckled at his attempt to get your number.
“As I said…” you said after thinking about it and coming to a conclusion,“You can always find me here. I’m always at your service.” you added and gave Jim a thumbs up who was watching you from afar.
“Oh,” he said and went silent for a second,“Yeah, sure. Of course. I gotta go Y/N. I’ll see you around.”

“Goodbye Tom.” you said before he hung up and you sighed while putting the phone back to its place. He was a celebrity after all and you did not belong in his world in any shape or form. You didn’t want to get your hopes up again. You went through your hair with your hands and walked to the changing room. Time to get home and sleep this out.

***

Tom came in three times a week. He didn’t say anything about you refusing to give him your number. He didn’t ask why, he simply respected your desicion. You’d be always there when he came in with his friends. You’d chat for a bit about things you saw or what happened in your lifes before splitting up. He was by your side every break he did and while time passed you became really good friends. You weren’t feeling awkward and jumpy around him anymore and could be yourself while he enjoyed your company. He loved that you were not constantly talking about his career as an actor or how it was to be spiderman. He enjoyed the casual questions you asked about his life. You both enjoyed the simplicity of your friendship.

It had been more than two months when he finally gathered his courage together to ask you out. Both of you walked out to the parking lot and were laughing about something when he asked you.
“Hey Y/N?”

“Hm?” you answered still chuckling and were looking for your keys.
“I wanted to ask you if you’d like to grab a coffee with me some time?” he asked out of the blue and you looked up.

“Really?” you asked and he nodded shoving his hands into his pockets.
“I really would want to see you out of this building.” he shrugged and pointed with his head towards the gym.
“Sure.” you said also shrugging your shoulders as if it was nothing. Your heart was beating in your ears, but he didn’t need to know that.

***

You left your apartment two days later to meet up with him. You didn’t dress up or anything. He only had seen you in your working clothes and a ponytail, so you put on simple light blue jeans and a white blouse. You let your hair fall onto your shoulders to look at least a little bit different.
When you walked in to the café he told you about a bell rang above the door. You looked around and your eyes searched for the brown locks and brown eyes in the café but he was nowhere to be found. You shrugged your shoulders a little and decided to give your order while you were waiting.
You took your coffee and walked through the café looking for a nice place to sit when suddenly someone grabbed your wrist.

“Hey!” you hissed and pulled your arm back and looked who it was.
“Hi.” Tom smiled under his blue cap and glasses.
“Jesus. Is that really necessary?” you chuckled and sat down in front of him while putting your  cup on the table.
“The cap: yes. The sunglasses: no.” he answered and took his sunglasses off and revealed his beautiful dark brown eyes and smiled at you. As soon as he put his sunglasses down you looked around to see if someone was going to come screaming at him but it stayed silent.
“Fans are usually more subtle than that.” he chuckled as if he could read your mind and you blushed immediatly.

You talked about various things for hours. He made you laugh which you appreciated. Life was sometimes really cruel and it was a blessing to have someone who made your day a little brighter everyday.
“You know I was really nervous when I first met you?” you said finally and leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms in front of your chest slightly grinning.
“I played it ‘cool’.” you mocked yourself and put quotation marks into the air.

“I thought you didn’t like me.“he laughed and mimicked your body language.
“Actually I was a little intimidated by you.” he confessed and you gasped.
“Why?!” you said leaving your mouth slightly ajar while hiding a smile.
“You yelled at me. First step into the gym and I hear some angry woman yelling that I am not allowed in.” he explained himself and held his hands up in defense.
“It was 5am in the morning. I may have been a little grumpy.” you gave in and closed your mouth into a smirk. You put your arms down on to the table and leaned in.

“You wanna know a secret?” you whispered and made him lean in too.
“Sure.” he played along and you surpressed a grin.
“I told you that I love all your work when we first met, but I actually didn’t even know your name before Spiderman came out.” you said and bit your lip to prevent yourself from laughing because he made such a funny face.
He rolled his eyes and groaned while leaning back into his chair again.
“I thought you were going to tell me something fun. You’re lame.” he said and threw his scrunched up napkin at you which landed in your lap. You picked it up laughing and put it on the table. Suddenly he let his hand glide in to yours fingers crossing. You looked up with a raised brow and saw his stupid smiling face which made you blush.
“You make me really happy, Y/N.” he said out of the blue and you intended to pull your hand back but he tightened his grip as if he read your mind. Again.

“Tom..”

“And I wish you would believe me.” he added and let go of your hand. He raised the same hand to call for a waiter and asked for the check.
“I already paid for mine?” you said apologetically and he raised his brows.
“Well, I guess your paying mine too then?” he joked to lighten the atmosphere he just had created and you chuckled nervously.
You did pay the check even though he assured you he was joking. It was no big deal.

“You still can pay for another round.” you said quickly while shouldering yourself into the jacket and his head shot up.
“I’ll text you if you give me your number.” you said casually and bit on your lip nervously.
“Yeah, sure, totally.” he chattered and took out his phone to give you his number. You were about to say something after he gave you the piece of napkin he wrote his number on when his phone rang.
“Sorry…I gotta take this. Hello?” he apologized and picked up.
“No, I’m out. Okay. Yeah, I’ll be there in ten.”

You fumbled with the zipper of your jacket when he hung up and jumped out of his chair.
“I really have to rush out. Something with my manager and the movie. You’ll give me a call?” he asked and took his jacket.
“Sure.” you said totally baffled and suddenly he leaned in, laid his hand on your arm and gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“I’m really sorry.” he said before pulling away and walking out of the café.
You’re hand wandered to your cheek and you stood there for several minutes with your mouth slightly open.
Did he really just-…?

You took your phone out of your bag and typed in his number.
“I’ll see you saturday evening on the rooftop of the building in front of the gym. I’m gonna show you the most amazing sunset you’ll ever see. Bring coffee. X”, you wrote and sent it before you could delete the x at the and of the message.

***

You were really excited about saturday. You weren’t working on saturday so wasn’t he but you couldn’t just sit around at home so you went to the gym anyways. Since you texted him, the messages kept going back and forth. The voice inside your head was sitting in a corner with crossed legs and was judging you while shaking it’s head.
You started your workout routine and finished it around 3pm. You still had two hours so you could rush home to take a shower and get ready. You also had prepared a basket with sandwiches and soda, plus a blanket to lie on.

You put your headphones on and shouldered your duffle bag and closed the lights of the gym. You were humming to yourself when you pushed the door open and suddenly you were standing in a rain of flashs and question.

Are you dating Tom Holland?

Is he your client?

Are you with your client?

Since when are you two together?

Could you look over here?

Is he in there too?

Can we get-…

As your numbness faded a little you stepped back and shut the door immediatly. You leaned against the door and slid down on to the floor. What did just happen? How did they know? How did they-…
You jumped up and rushed to the computer at the reception and typed his name in. Millions of photos popped up but you could only see the ones trending.
It was him holding your hand. It was him giving you a kiss on your cheek. It was you laughing at something he said. It was both of you looking at each other. You clicked on several posts and you were shocked about the comments.

What a fake bitch!

Who is she even?

Tom deserves better, he can do better!

She can go kill herself.

She is not even pretty.

You shut the laptop down and a sob escaped your throat and you pressed your hand against your mouth while teares built in your eyes. You stepped slowly back until your back hit the wall and you started crying.
You were trying to avoid this. All along.

Okay, so I enjoyed writing this way more than I should have. The kissing scene got a little out of control but what can I say, sometimes the characters take over and there’s nothing I can do. Either way, this prompt from thegirlwiththeimpala​ inspired the following one-shot.

Prompt: I would like to request a oneshot where Steve and the reader are really close friends and are always flirting a little bit. One day she teases him and he warns her that she’ll cross his line and it leads to them kissing.  ❤

“Something More”

“On your left!” You laughed as you surpassed Steve for the second time.
“Not for long.” He huffed as he began to speed up. He was used to being teased like this as was so often the case when you were together and as he ran, he remembered how similar a day it was when you first met. He had been jogging early in the morning having expected nobody else to be awake and outside. Alone with his thoughts, he had been running distractedly until he felt himself collide with another person. You had been jogging with headphones in and were exercising so furiously that you hadn’t noticed Steve coming towards you. Of all the people to run into, it had to have been Captain America.
Ever since that day, Steve had come out early on a Sunday morning in the hope of meeting you again – you, who had initially called him a ‘stone-skulled ass hat’ before realising who you were talking to. Something about the way you didn’t care who he was intrigued Steve and eventually, after ‘running into him’ a few more times, you became great friends. Upon hearing the many tales of the person who could put Steve in his place, you were invited to Stark Tower where you hit it off with all the other Avengers too. 

You waited by the park fountain, leaning over and panting. It had taken all of your effort to overtake Steve. You were definitely not faster than him but you had the advantage of knowing the shortcuts along your jogging route so that you could fool him into thinking you were. Not wanting him to realise that you had the biggest crush on him, you constantly teased and annoyed him. For the most part, he was a good sport about it, presuming it to be playful banter but even you could see when it was too much. Today, thankfully, was not one of those times.

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Title: An Introduction
Character: Shaun Murphy
A/n: Y'all we only have episode one and I’m already obsessed as hell with this show and all the characters, bless.

Also! I’m still trying to work out the best way to write for Shaun, but if you have any suggestions for writing an autistic character, I am more than happy to hear them!

You let out a short mumble of curses as you realized the collar end of your lab coat had gotten stuck in your car door.

“Claire’s gonna kill me.” You said once you manage to free your coat from it’s trap, now trying to shove it on while simultaneously pulling your umbrella out of your bag.

You then began to half-run-half-jog to one of the enterences of the hospital, taking a brief moment to shake out your umbrella before tucking it back into it’s cover.

You had just managed to tie the strings back together when you noticed a younger fellow pacing outside the walkway. His posture was ramrod straight, but his hands were fumbling together and he looked a little shaken up.

“Excuse me?” You asked, slowly coming up behind him.

He whirled around, his shoulders jutted up and he took a step or two away from you. His eyes firmly planted on the concrete ground.

“Is there something I can help you with? You looked like something was troubling you.”

“Yes, uhm,” He broke himself off, still avoiding making contact with you. “I was just uh,” His eyes trailed up your white coat, and that was only when he breifly met your gaze. “There was a patient, a little boy, who was admitted not too long ago. It’s very urgent that I find him, he needs an echocardiogram.”

You took in the information, giving him a small nod before quickly fishing your pager out of your coat pocket. “Yup, he’s right here,” You said, showing him the screen. “I can assure you he’s in good hands though, they’ll-”

“No, they don’t understand. I need to get into the hospital,” He said, his speech quickening and his tone becoming more urgent. “I already tried to tell them, but they didn’t listen to me. Can you get me inside?”

It was an odd request, and you couldn’t decide if it was the tone of his voice or the way he looked like he might implode if he didn’t get inside, but you ended up giving him a nod.

“Alright, come with me.” You said, walking past him while making a motion for him to follow beside you.

You noticed one of the guards giving your new companion an annoyed look once you both reached the door, and you glanced back at him before placing your hand on his shoulder for a breif second, not noticing the way his shoulders stiffened slightly.

“Wait here.” You left him at the enterence, the guard already hot on your heels the moment he saw the other man inside the hospital.

But after a short amount of convincing, he begrudgingly let you both pass.

You ran back to the man and smiled. “You’re good to go, they’ve probably rushed him to surgery so I’ll take you there.”

He nodded, following behind you as you began navigating the hospital.

“This is probably a given, but are you a doctor?” You asked behind your shoulder, still moving down the hallway at a fast pace.

“Yes.”

“How come you were kicked out then?”

“There was another doctor who had me escorted out whenever I tried to mention the echocardiogram. She was rather mean.”

Surprisingly, you let out a short laugh. “Oh, that must have been Claire, she’s a bit intense during work hours.”

From behind you, he went to continue the conversation but was cut short.

“There you are!”

You turned to see Claire power walking down the hallway, Dr. Melendez following close behind her.

“I think my work here is done,” You said, nodding to your former companion. “Good luck.”

You attempted to work out the small knot that had formed in your neck while you made your way to the cafeteria for some source of caffeine. You didn’t want to almost pass out in the elevator again.

And as soon as you entered the room you went after the closest coffee cup you could manage to find.

“Miss!”

You halted your steps and turned around, noticing the man from earlier looking right at you.

“Hello again.” You said once you reached the table, leaning your hand against the chair across him.

“Hello.” He repeated, smiling as he nodded.

“Did you need anything?”

“No, I realized that I wasn’t able to thank you properly for helping me get into the hospital earlier. So, thank you.”

You nodded. “It’s not a problem, you saved the kid’s life,“ You said, placing the coffee cup on the table. “But I never got your name?”

“I’m Shaun Murphy.”

You smiled, happy to finally put a name to the face. “Hello, Shaun. I’m-”

“Dr. (Y/f/n).” He answered for you.

You’re brows knitted together. “How did you?”

“It was on your name tag,” Shaun replied, pointing to it. “I noticed it because your coat collar is all messed up.”

You looked down at your frumpled collar and laughed, trying to smooth it down discreetly. “I got it stuck in my car earlier,” You said before turning to him with an outstretched hand. “But it’s nice to be properly introduced to you.”

There was a brief pause in Shaun’s movements, but eventually he reached out to shake your hand.

“Would you…Do you want to sit down with me?” He asked, noticing that you were still standing.

Just then, your pager went off and you smiled at him. “I’d love to take the break, but work awaits me,” You said, pushing yourself off the chair to leave. “But I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Shaun’s gaze was now on his empty tray. “I’d like that.”

“Until then, Dr. Murphy.” You said, taking a couple steps before turning to wave at him once he looked up again.

He looked confused for a moment, then he waved back. “Goodbye, Dr. (Y/l/n).”