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.
“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.
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).”
I finally got my shit together and managed to write a korean drama recommendation list. Under the cut below, I added a description of the dramas along with a short comment on what I thought about it. If you like my recommendation list, please like and/or reblog. it means a lot ♡
A/N: It’s your time of the month and Tom is planning on coming to see you, even though you told him that he doesn’t have to.
Warning: Fluff, cursing
You woke up this morning with the sun shinning through your curtains. It was a perfect day! You knew that Tom was finishing up his new film and promised that he was going to come over to see you and take you out to dinner. It was around 11:35 when you unlocked your phone.
As you rolled out of bed, your stomach began to cramp causing you to bend over in pain.
“Oh shit,” you swore, noticing spots of blood on your bed sheets.
You rushed to the bathroom to grab some necessities and took some Advil, then returned to your bedroom to take off your bed sheets so you could wash them.
Luckily, you had clean bed sheet in you linen closet that you could put on your bed while your original sheets were being washed.
“Just what I needed,” you mumbled to yourself as you were putting the new sheets onto you bed.
After throwing the dirty sheets into the washer and making your bed, you texted Tom who was most likely still working, “Hey, you don’t have to come over tonight, my stomach hurts.”
As you sent Tom the text, you threw your phone onto your bed and started to draw yourself a warm bath.
Taking warm baths always helped ease your cramping and usually helped you relax. You haven’t been able to see Tom for more than an hour in about two months due to his film and your school work. It stresses you out not being with him because you care for him so much, and you know that if Tom and you were to ever split up, you would be devastated.
The thought of you and him breaking up has been weighing on your mind since you barely get to see each other and the fact that your relationship is only known by a small group of people. As much as you want to tell the world about you and Tom’s relationship, you know that it would be too hard for the both of you.
When your thoughts became overwhelming, you took a deep breath and submerged yourself under the water. Feeling weightless, you cramps slowly subsided and you began to wash your hair and face.
After your bath, you wrapped yourself up in a towel and walked into your bedroom to check your phone. Tom responded, “I want to come over! What’s wrong, love?”
You replied, “…” This was a your way of telling him that you started your period instead of actually telling him because you knew it made him uncomfortable.
Tightening the towel around yourself, you opened your Spotify account and pressed shuffle on one of your playlists. You walked back into your bathroom to grab a pair of pajama pants and a long sleeve tshirt out of the closet. Peaches by In The Valley Below was playing off your phone as you put on your clothes and wrapped your head up in the towel to help dry your hair.
After brushing out your tangled hair, you climbed back into bed and turned on your Apple TV to watch some movies on Netflix. Ella Enchanted was finally on there so you pressed play and bundled yourself up with blankets and pillows.
You felt your eyes grow heavier as your body began to adjust to your comfortable new sheets. Growing sleepier by the minute, your phone began to vibrate causing you to jump. You searched for your phone through the maze of blankets and pillows until you finally found it. The vibrating had stopped.
Missed facetime call from Tommy Boy
You sighed. Fixing your messy hair, you swiped the notification away and called him back.
“Hey darling, I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I just finished things up here and I will be on my way soon. Want me to pick you up anything?” Tom looked so good right now and all you could think about is how you probably looked like a truck had hit you.
“You’re so sweet, but you don’t have to. I am just sitting in bed watching Netflix. You really don’t have to come over, you know? I just want to stay in bed and you should go out and celebrate with your friends tonight.”
Tom shook his head, “(Y/N), I want to be with you tonight. I can celebrate tomorrow. I’m going to the pharmacy to put up a few things anyway, are you sure you don’t want anything?”
“I’m fine. Thank you though,” you said, even though you desperately wanted a chocolate bar and some ice cream. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out tonight? You have worked so hard and you deserve a night out. I won’t be upset if you do.”
“I worked so hard so that I could see you more, silly. Why wouldn’t I want to come see you?” Tom questioned. You could see that he was getting to the back of a car and that made you happy because you knew he was finally on his way to see you.
“I want you to come, but not when I’m like this,” you confessed. You heard another boys voice in the background, “Who’s with you?”
“Harrison. He’s coming over too. Hope that’s ok,” Tom shifted the phone to show Harrison’s face. Harrison is one of the very select few who knew about me and Tom.
“Congrats on not being pregnant,” Harrison joked.
Tom started laughing along with Harrison, you wanted to laugh but your stomach was starting to cramp again so you weren’t in the mood.
“Very funny, Harrison,” you smiled at the boys laughing. “When will you be here?”
“45 minutes probably,” Tom said, running his fingers through his hair.
“Ok! Well, I will be in my room most likely so you can just let yourselves in and just come upstairs.”
“Ok, love. See you in a bit,” Tom smiled before ending the call.
You rested your head against your headboard and continued to watch the movie.
After a while, you heard the front door shut and foot steps marching up the stairs.
“Hey,” you heard Tom whisper, slowly opening the bedroom room. He’s so cute when he’s like this. “I brought you some gelato, some Reeces, some tea, and a cheese burger for ya.”
Tom set the bag of treats on your bedside table, “You know me so well.” You sat up as he leaned in to give you a soft passionate kiss on your lips.
When your lips detached, you bit your lip. You missed him so much and gave him a hug.
Harrison, who sat on the end on the bed let out a slight cough, causing you and Tom to look at him.
“How are you, (Y/N)! Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I know! It’s been a quick minutes hasn’t it?”
Tom walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to you, “Got enough blankets?”
“No, I could use a few more,” you smiled, looking at Tom’s sweet face.
“You’re so odd. I’ve missed you.” Tom rolled over closer to me and rested his head on a pillow with one arm behind his neck and the other reaching for my hand.
“Missed you too,” you said, grabbing his hand. Harrison looked back at us and decided to join in on the party.
“What about me?” Harrison pouted, taking off his shoes before body slamming onto Tom.
“I missed you too, Harrison.”
“So, what are we watching?” Tom said, pushing Harrison off of him.
“You can choose. I don’t care,” I said, handing Tom the remote.
“Sons of Anarchy?” Tom grinned.
“If you want,” I shrugged, looking at him.
“I’m not in the mood for that.” Tom was such a bad liar. You knew that was his favorite show and was only saying that so that you wouldn’t have to watch it.
Tom continued searching, “Hmmm… how about we look at Starz? Netflix doesn’t have a good enough selection.”
He scrolled through the options and stopped on Surfs Up, “This used to be my favorite movie! We have to watch it!”
“Sounds good to me,” I agreed.
“Yeah, that’s good,” Harrison said.
As the movie began to start, you reached for you bottle of water and your cheese burger. You were so hungry.
After quickly eating your burger, you reached down to get the heating bad that was next to your bed. You set it on your stomach and turned it on.
“You ok?” Tom questioned.
You readjusted yourself and rested your head onto Tom’s chest. His body heat and the heating pad were perfect. Tom rubbed your back, making you tired. You closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep.
You knew Harrison was already asleep from his heavy breathing.
Tom stopped rubbing your back for a moment, you lifted yourself off of his chest and then rested your head onto the pillow next to his and closed your eyes again. Tom proceeded to turn on Sons of Anarchy and then rested his hand on the sheets the covered your thigh.
You felt his hand drift from the top of the sheets to under the covers and onto your thighs skin. This gave you goosebumps.
“Are you cold,” Tom asked.
You kept your eyes closed and nodded your head.
“How? I’m sweating,” Tom said.
You just shrugged. Tom then moved closer to you and wrapped you in his arms and kissed your forehead.
After a while, Tom assumed you were asleep and sighed before he whisper, “Beautiful.”
You tried to hide your smile and just dug your face into his chest.
“I love you so much,” Tom whispered again.
You lifted your face out from his chest to see Tom’s cheeks red.
“I thought you were asleep,” he confessed.
You just smiled and ignored him, “I love you so much more, Tom.”
You leaned up to kiss Tom. One hand was resting on your back, while the other was on your cheek.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” Tom said, before pressing his lips against yours and holding you close to him. “I want to tell people about us,” Tom said.
“I’ve been thinking about it and I think this will allow us to see each other more. We won’t have to sneak around and plan out when we are going to see each other,” Tom confessed.
“I completely agree, but don’t you think that telling people about us would make things complicated as well?”
“Yeah, but what’s a relationship without complications?”
“We don’t have to if you don’t-”
You interrupted him,“I want to! I really want to!”
Tom smiled before kissing you again. You rested your head back on his chest and wrapped your arms around his body, giving him a slight squeeze.
Before you knew it, you were falling asleep and so was Tom. Harrison on the other hand was waking up and looked back at the both of you together. He smiled and then took a picture of you.
“Precious,” Harrison said, before rolling back over to go back to sleep.
Prompt/Request: ‘’Okay so could you write an imagine where y/n and draco are cuddling and they both fall asleep, but in the middle of the night y/n wakes up and sees draco’s dark mark accidentally? And she wakes him up and gets mad, but he tells her that he had no choice? I know you’ll make it good haha I’m wait patiently :)’’ - Anonymous.
Word Count: 1,064. Warning(s): Fluff. (sad to see that almost all my warnings contain the word fluff. JK, I love fluff) Note: Okay so I’m really liking this request because I like fluff where Draco does something bad(ass) and then has to calm the reader down HA so gr8. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST, HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
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It was the beginning of the weekend and you choose to
start this weekend in the best way possible, which was cuddling with Draco in
his bed because his other roommates wouldn’t be there all day. After a hard
time at school, tests everywhere and teachers being really bitchy, you thought
you indeed deserved some alone time with your boyfriend.
Draco was stroking his fingers through
your hair, wearing his usual white long sleeve shirt and a sweater along with
it. You really liked it on him, not forgetting every single boy could match his
clothes like this, but it looked like Draco knew how to wear it and how to make
it look attractive.
Your legs tangled with each other and
his other arm laying around your waist, you slowly started to feel tired,
eyelids starting to hang a bit. You rested your head against his chest,
sniffling his fresh smell, like he just went for a walk outside. You also
smelled some apple scent, but you ignored it, enjoying the nice aroma as you
cuddled with him.
‘You tired?’ you heard him ask, your
eyes already closed as your breathe started to slow down.
‘Hm-mh,’ you answered, taking a deep
breathe before nodding to make it more clear. He chuckled and continued
stroking his fingers through your hair.
‘I’ll join you, dinner can wait another
day,’ he whispered, pressing a kiss on your forehead. He lingered away, his
hand still in your hair as you felt yourself drift away.
Let’s just say school got the best of
you and you felt really tired about it. You shuffled a bit in his arms before
letting sleep take over you, hearing Draco wishing you a ‘sleep well’ as
you fell asleep.
After a good six hours later, you woke
up slowly, feeling your back and neck aching, since you were in such a weird
sleeping position. As you sat up slightly, you say Draco sleeping like an
angel, making your heart flutter and wanting to cuddle him even more. His hair
looked soft and all you wanted to do was letting your fingers go through it,
but something made you look away from his blonde locks.
The tail of what seemed like a tattoo
was visible on his left arm, but it was still covered almost. You slowly lifted
up his sleeve more, revealing a tattoo which made you gasp slightly, feeling
blood raising to your head.
It was the Dark Mark, freshly on his
forearm, moving around like it wanted to get out of his skin. You took a closer
look, breathing on his arm lightly as tears were pricking on the edges of your
Why would he do something so idiotic?
Why wouldn’t he tell you this?
‘Y/N?’ you heard him whisper in a groan,
just waking up probably and missing the warmth beside him. You stayed in the
same position, staring at the Dark Mark, not believing it was really there. It
was so scary, the thought of Draco being a Death Eater and on Voldemort’s side.
A tear was streaming down your cheek,
falling on his mark.
‘Draco,’ you whispered, voice shaking
and cracking slightly, ‘ why would you?’
Draco sat up so you couldn’t look at the
Dark Mark anymore, him still sleepy and not getting what you meant. ‘What
do you mean?’
You sniffled, slowly grabbing his left
arm, rolling up his sleeve more before letting your fingers glide over the
mark. It felt really creepy, like some worms were inside his skin, walking
around and trying to get out like you said before.
‘Y/N I-’ he said, pulling back slowly,
but you kept his arm in position with all the strength you had. More tears were
falling on his arm and at this moment, you were sitting on your knees, crying
over the Dark Mark of you damn boyfriend.
Draco pulled his sleeve down and you
dropped his arm, ready to stand up and leave the room but Draco threw his arms
around you. ‘Y/N, please listen to me, I can explain it,’ he whispered
with a whining tone, you sobbing in your hands, still not believing this whole,
‘Explaining what? You having the bloody
Dark Mark on your forearm?’ you hissed in a lower tone, careful not to wake up
Draco his lower lip was shaking and a
moment later he pulled you in for a hug.
‘Please, listen to me, I had no choice.
I never had a choice,’ he whispered in your ear, making you shiver as you cried
in his shoulder softly, his hand running up and down your back.
And then you pulled back slightly,
cupping one cheek of him before looking at him with sad eyes. He tilted his
head, feeling the touch of your hand like it would be the last time he would
feel it. And maybe it would indeed, because you may just walk out of the door
and never look at him anymore, like he was nobody to you.
But you couldn’t, because you loved him.
‘Of course you had a choice Draco, you
always have a choice,’ you said softly, feeling a tear in your hand as you saw
a tear escaping from Draco his eye.
‘No Y/N, if I didn’t join the dark side,
h-he would kill my parents, my friends…’ he said, looking down at your knees
touching each other, ‘and you.’
Your hand fell down, your mouth hanging
open, feeling so much pity towards the boy who had no choice.
‘Oh Draco,’ you sobbed, feeling so sorry
for all the things he had go through. All the pain, all the pressure, it was
all too much for him and you get that. You absolutely get that.
He whimpered, but you stopped him from
making another noise as you placed your lips on his, kissing him soft and
tender, wanting to make this one a special one.
It lasted for more than fifteen seconds,
because it was a moment to remember, showing him your love and support. You
would always be there for him, no matter what. And it eventually would end in a
good way, you having faith in that Potter boy Draco disliked.
‘I love you,’ he muttered against your
lips, you laughing low as you pecked him twice, noses touching.
You pointed a finger at Jax, cutting his words off completely. Your eyes flamed with rage. “Don’t.”
Jax let out a loud sigh. He knew he had messed up this time. “Can you at least talk to me?”
You swallowed hard and ran your tongue over your teeth as you contemplated what you would even say to him. Things had been tense with Jax lately, especially with all the shit going on with the club. But Jax had a crossed a line. When things hadn’t been going so great with you, Jax had sought comfort in the arms of another woman. You didn’t know her name, but you had seen her around. She was a new croweater, and she was all too happy to crawl into bed with your old man. Jax had been seeing her for weeks, apparently, and you had no idea until tonight. You had walked into Jax’s room at the clubhouse twenty minutes earlier, thinking you would apologize for all the fighting that had happened between the two of you lately. You wanted to make things right between you and your old man again, and you knew the first step was an apology. But all that sincerity bullshit blew out the window the second you opened the door to see him on top of that skinny bitch. In a moment of rage, you knocked everything off the top of his dresser, then you turned on your heel, slammed the door, and stomped away. Jax had pulled on his jeans and followed you down the hallway, begging you to stop. Now here you were, in the middle of the clubhouse having an all out screaming match.
“What do you want me to say, Jax?” you shouted. You threw your hands up in the air, exasperated beyond belief. “You’re sleeping with another woman!”
Jax opened his mouth to say something, but he knew there was nothing he could say or do that would fix things. So he closed his mouth and just let you yell at him.
“I mean, what the fuck, Jax?” you shook your head. You couldn’t believe any of this was happening. You noticed a few beer bottles scattered on top of the bar, and you considered lobbing a few at Jax’s stupid head. “We’ve been together too long for you to be pulling this shit!” You stared at the empty bottles for a moment, then you turned back to him. “How long has this been going on?”
“Y/N, I don’t - “
“Tell me, Jax,” you demanded. “Was it a one-time thing? Have you been screwing around with her for months? What?”
Jax sighed. “Y/N, don’t.”
“Answer the question.”
Jax’s jaw tightened. “It’s happened more than once.”
You felt your eyes stinging as the words echoed in your head. You clenched your jaw and looked into Jax’s blue eyes, both of you unable to speak. You threw your hands up and shrugged. “I’m done.”
“You look like shit.”
You glanced up to see Gemma staring at you, a look of total amusement on her face.
“Good morning to you too, Gemma,” you sighed. You had hoped you could sneak into the house you had shared with Jax and grab the rest of your things without it turning into some dramatic show, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Not with Gemma around.
Gemma had no idea you and Jax had split yet. It had been a few days now, and she was still in the dark about what had happened. Gemma loved you, and she especially loved that you were Jax’s old lady. You knew she was going to lose her shit when she found out you had broken up. She’d be even more pissed when she found out why.
“What’s wrong with you, baby?” Gemma asked, her face growing serious as soon as she realized you weren’t in your usual happy mood. She glanced to the living room, her eyes narrowing as she looked over the stack of boxes and bags haphazardly scattered about.
Jax had been calling and texting you for the last two days, ever since the night you found him in bed with another woman. You hadn’t answered a single call or responded to a single text. You didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. You were angry, and you were hurt. You didn’t care if you ever laid eyes on Jax Teller again. In fact, you were pretty sure you would be better off if you didn’t. There was nothing he could say that would change that.
“Nothing, Gem,” you answered, setting your purse down on the kitchen table. You didn’t want to have this conversation with Gemma.
“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” She took a seat at the table. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I’m fine,” you insisted, “I’m just tired.”
She glanced towards the living room again. “You heard from Jax lately? He won’t pick up his phone.”
You sighed. It was already clear Jax hadn’t told Gemma what was going on, and it was becoming clear that he had no plans to. You knew you were going to have to tell her the truth, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. You were like a daughter to Gemma. She had even been hinting at you and Jax getting married soon. She would be pissed with Jax as soon as she found out the truth.
“I haven’t talked to Jax,” you responded, not looking at Gemma. “I’m sure he’s fine.” At that moment, your phone lit up. Jax was calling. You hit ignore.
Gemma narrowed her eyes and stared at you. “Something you wanna tell me?”
“Gemma – “
You could tell Gemma wasn’t going to let this go until you told her the truth.
“Jax and I broke up, Gem,” you finally admitted. “A few days ago.”
You shrugged. “I thought he’d have told you by now.”
She stood, saying nothing more. She stomped her leather boot clad feet out of the kitchen and towards the front door.
You pulled into the TM lot, wondering to yourself if this was a good idea. Gemma had stormed away from the house so fast, you were sure she was on her way to kill Jax. While you knew he kind of deserved it, you figured you should probably stop her from doing too much damage before it was too late.
You entered the clubhouse to see it relatively empty. You turned to see Chibs standing off to your right. He had witnessed the demise of your relationship a few days earlier, and he knew what you were going through. “Hey, love,” he greeted. He walked towards you and threw an arm around your shoulders in a friendly hug. “It’s good to see you again.”
You smiled weakly and nodded your head. “Have you seen Gemma?”
Before Chibs had time to answer, Gemma’s voice echoed from the main office. She stomped her way through the clubhouse, bypassing you completely and heading straight for Jax’s room. You sucked in a deep breath and looked back at Chibs with a sarcastic smile. “Found her.”
You hurriedly followed Gemma down the hallway. You had arrived just in time to keep her from totally murdering Jax. She snatched open the door to Jax’s room. Jax was sitting on his bed, lacing up his shoes.
“Hey, ma,” he smiled. Then he saw you behind Gemma. He stood up quickly. “Hey, babe, I’ve been trying to call you all – “
“Don’t call me babe,” you groaned.
“What the hell, Jackson?” Gemma demanded. Jax’s face fell. “What’d you do to her?”
“Mom, this is really none of your business,” Jax insisted, stepping towards Gemma. You watched from the hallway. You had to admit, it was getting interesting.
“The hell it is!” Gemma retorted, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“Mom – “
You decided you had heard enough of the conversation. You walked away from Jax’s room and listened to their voices trail off as they continued to argue.
You turned to see Jax standing behind you. You had stopped by the clubhouse to grab what was left of your belongings from Jax’s room. You were sure this would be the last time you would every set foot in there, and you were determined to do it without running into Jax. He and some of the other guys were supposed to be on a run, but it seemed it had been cut short.
“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice quiet and unsure. He sounded tired, and he looked even worse. His hair was greasy as it hung in his face. His blue eyes looked sad. He had been beating himself up for the past two weeks over what he had done to you. He couldn’t remember now why he had ever started this thing with the croweater. It was toxic from the beginning. He already knew that before he ever let her into his bed. He ended everything with her the night you had caught them together. At the time, he had been in his own world, oblivious to the pain he was causing you. That night woke him up. It wasn’t an excuse, but it was all he had.
“What do you want, Jax?” you sighed. “I’m kind of busy.”
“I made a mistake,” Jax stated. He sounded broken.
You said nothing, turning your eyes back to packing the box in front of you.
He took another step closer to you. “Y/N – “
“Jax, just go.”
“Please – “
He turned and walked out of the room, head low and eyes to the ground. He realized he had messed up, and now he was grasping at any attempt he could think of to fix things.
Gemma approached Jax as he walked into the front of the clubhouse. He looked up at her, his blue eyes heavy.
“Won’t talk to you, huh?”
Jax sighed. “No.” He looked at the floor for a few seconds. “I messed up, ma.”
“I know, baby,” Gemma told him matter-of-factly.
Jax rubbed his hand down his face and let out a deep, shaking breath. “What did I do?”
“You lost the best thing that ever happened to you,” Gemma responded, giving Jax an all-knowing look. “Now what are you gonna do about it?”
Jax looked down at his feet. “I gotta get her back.” He shook his head. “I just don’t know how.”
“You’ll figure something out, baby.” Gemma told him, placing a finger under his chin and smiling. “You always do.”
When I first started out doing pixel art I couldn’t find a good tutorial on how to make trees. So now that I’m a bit better, I’ve decided to make my own!
For this tutorial, you’ll need some sort of digital art program. You probably shouldn’t be looking at digital art tutorials if you don’t have a digital art program. I use Pro Motion, but I’m pretty sure that Gimp and Photoshop work too.
For space-saving reasons, I’ll put the rest beneath the read more
Title: Secondhand Memories Character: Shaun Murphy A/n: A short story to help pass the time till the next episode. But there actually isn’t a lot of reader/shaun interaction in this one, but i’m willing to do a second part that elaborates more on it if anyone wants it!
Shaun didn’t see you in the morning like he always did. Usually, he’d walk in to find you balancing a cup of coffee on a closed binder of charts, or twirling a pen in between your fingers while you spoke to one of the other doctors.
Today though, he came through the usual doors at his usual time and looked around for you. He was pretty excited to tell you about the nice elderly lady on the bus who called him handsome. But the whole front lobby was absent of your presence.
It was a bit alarming at first, but then he saw Claire walk over and place a stack of multi-colored binders onto the receptionists desk.
“Good morning, Dr. Browne.” Shaun said once he walked up to her, looking up from his hands to smile at her. “You look nice today, have you seen Dr. (L/n)?”
Claire looked up at him, surprised that he was even talking to her after their other failed attempts at having conversations with one another. “Oh hey, yeah she called in today. I didn’t hear why though.”
“Do you think she’s sick?” Shaun asked, thinking back on last night and if you were showing any other symptoms during the car ride to his house.
Claire smiled. “I wouldn’t worry too much, she’ll be fine. I’m just glad she’s resting, (Y/n) forgets to take care of herself sometimes and then it just all catches up to her. It’s not very healthy but she’s been doing it for as long as I’ve known her.”
Shaun tilted his head, he didn’t know that about you. “Could you tell me more about Doctor (L/n)? You seem to know her best.”
Claire quirked an eyebrow, usually when people started asking personal questions about you, it was almost always because they were trying to get on your good side before poorly attempting to seduce you.
But this was Shaun.
“Well, that’s a pretty heavy question,” She observed, tapping the end of her pen on the papers. “She’s brilliant, like the rest of the doctors I know, but special in her own way.”
“If she’s like the rest of the doctors you know, what makes her special? Doesn’t that suggest that she is on the same level with her coworkers?” Shaun asked, watching on as Claire flipped through her patient charts.
Claire looked over at him and blinked. “That’s not what I meant, it’s just-” She stopped herself, mouth still opened as she clicked her pen, trying to conduct the words. “It’s kind of hard to explain.”
“Can you try?” Shaun pushed, there was a lot about you that he didn’t know, but wanted to. He was never good at getting to know people, and he was often too afraid to bring up conversations with those he wanted to. Talking to someone who knew you felt more secure than trying to ask you in person, at least to him.
She smiled at him. “Yeah, sure,” Claire was silent again, but then her eyes got a certain glimmer to them when she began to think back at her time at med school with you. “(Y/n) and I have known each other for a really long time, but when we first started out, as interns,” She looked up to find him listening intently, leaning closer as he tried to take in the information.
“We really never got to do much, scutwork and looking in on surgeries from the background. But there was this one time when I was chosen to be on one of the attending surgeons teams and she was scrubbing in to observe like usual. Long story short, it went horribly wrong, and I started to panic. Everything was sort of coming at me full force and I was genuinely stuck,”
There was another pause, and a soft smile took up her face. “And then (Y/n) comes up to me, and she started talking me through it in this real soft and gentle voice. Asking me what I remembered and what I could do to solve the problem. There was a man dying right in front of her and she was the calmest I’d ever seen her, she had the same amount of experience I had, but it was like she knew exactly what to say and do to help me. It was amazing, and she’s still like that now.”
Shaun looked down at his hands, too sheepish to meet her gaze. “I don’t really understand.”
Claire smiled, a reddish hue on her face as she folded up her charts and tucked them under her arms. “Like I said, it’s hard to explain. Maybe you’ll get to see it in action and then it’ll make more sense, I’ll meet you in the OR, Dr. Murphy.”
Title: It’s About Time Character: Bill Weasley A/n: Special request for a lovely anon :)
You had always known the Weasley’s.
There wasn’t a time you remember not having them be a part of your life.
It was a tad bit comical really. When you were small you used to tug on the ends of your father’s work robes and beg to be dropped off at the Burrow while he went to work. Your father worked in the same department as Arthur and the two were fine friends.
Your mother wasn’t a part of your life so you had come to adore Molly Weasley and became fast friends with her two sons, William and Charlie.
The three of you got into all sorts of trouble, playing hide and seek in various rooms of the Burrow and getting lost for hours while Molly searched the place.
You were closer to William though, you and him were the same age so you used to boss around Charlie and sneak sweets while he napped upstairs.
Then, as he acquired more siblings, you became close to them as well as they got older until you were constantly surrounded by a clan of ginger, freckled children.
The two of you were still thick as thieves when you were finally old enough to go to Hogwarts.
You both went together to get your wands at Ollivanders, bought all of your school supplies and robes together and made a promise to always sit in the same train compartment from there on.
William calmed your nerves during the sorting ceremony, and teased you for overthinking when you both got placed into Gryffindor.
Your friendship was never stronger. You both were practicing attached at the hip your entire first three years.
After that, things only got a little different.
You were still good friends, but with all the studying you both had to do it was hard to sit down and just have a chat.
Not to mention you had made the Quidditch team, so a lot of your time was spent in practices and matches or hanging out with the other team members.
William, who now liked to be called “Bill” didn’t mind though, he was invested in all of his classes and got great grades.
And in fifth year he was even made a prefect.
“Look at you,” You said to him one day when you both were lounging around the common room. “Showin’ off your new badge.”
Bill cast a smile over at you as he glanced down at the small pin on his robes. “Mum and Dad were both so proud, it’s hard to not be a little smug about it.”
You sunk down into the chair beside him, Bill tensed up a little at your sudden closeness but you had shut your eyes and didn’t notice. “What are you up to?”
“Me?” Bill said, shifting slightly on the sofa so you would have more room. “Studying for OWLS.”
“You? Nah, you’ll do great,” You leaned over onto his shoulder, peering down upon his work. “If you’re not to busy with this, tomorrow you and me should head down to Hogsmeade.”
Bill looked over you, all to aware of how close you were to him, and made the back of his neck feel warm and he just knew his ears had gone scarlet. “N-No! I’m free as a bird, I’d love to go.”
You smiled and jumped from the sofa. “Lovely, bring along a sweater or something of the sort. It’s supposed to get colder this weekend.”
Bill nodded, giving you a small wave as you went up the stairs to the girl’s dorms.
To say Bill Weasley had a crush on you would be the understatement of the century.
He knew it, Merlin knows his entire family did, and even lots of the students around him were aware of the dreamy looks he gave you while you spoke to him, or how his eyes would always follow you when the the pair of you were together.
Trouble was, you didn’t seem to see what everyone else did.
It remained that way for the rest of your schooling years. Endless months of longing from Bill’s part, and you remaining blissfully unaware of it.
It wasn’t until you both got jobs at the Gringotts facility in Egypt that Bill started being a bit more brave about wanting to admit his feelings for you.
He brought you tea almost every morning and always made thoughtful comments about the work you were doing.
In his eyes you were the most brilliant person in the building, and he wanted you to do well.
Bill knocked on the door of your office one morning, smiling whenever you looked up at him. “Hello, I hope your having a good morning.”
You took off your reading glasses and gestured him into your office. “I certainly am now, what can I help you with?”
Bill walked behind your desk and sat at the edge of it like always did when you had smal talks during break. “Well it’s just that, Christmas is coming up soon, and Mum’s written to me, wants me to come home for a vist. And I know the lot of them would love to see you again.”
You smiled up at him. “William Weasley, are you asking me to come home for Christmas?”
He smiled back, glancing away as his face grew warm. “Yes, I am.”
“Then I accept,” You noticed that the tie he was wearing started to loosen, he often complained to you about having to wear it, and he was awful at tying it in the first place. “One day, you’ll learn how to do tie it correctly.”
Bill watched you fix his tie, tightening it and making it just so. “You’ve always been better at this than I am.”
“My father was bad at it too. When I got older I just showed him the charm to do it for him.” You told him with a fond grin.
Bill’s eyes met yours and he noticed you were still standing close to him, hands now tucked into your cardigan pockets.
Bill blinked, trying to decide if it was a good idea or not. Then his hand reached out and tucked itself under you chin, when you didn’t pull away he slowly brought his lips down to yours, giving you plenty of time to stop him.
He couldn’t help but be relieved when you didn’t.
Your hands came up and lost themselves in his bright red hair, successfully pulling him closer to you as you continued to kiss him.
When you pulled away to look at him, Bill moved his head up and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead as you embraced him.
“I’ve wanted to do that since 4th year.” He confessed, hand intertwining with yours.
“Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Bill laughed, well aware of how pink his face must have turned. “I was always pretty awkward around you, didn’t have the nerve for it.”
You smiled and reached up to kiss him. “Just wait till I tell your mother.”
Bill wrapped his arms around you and returned the kiss. “What a wonderful Christmas present for her, she’s always talked about me and you getting together.”
“Oh dear, that must mean the rest of them knew too. Nothing gets passed the Weasley clan that’s for sure.” You said with the same fondess you always had when you spoke of his family.
Bill looked down at you, eyes filled with nothing but admiration and contentment. “I love you.”
Your gaze went straight to his, a small smile working it’s way onto your face as you tucked a peice of his hair behind his ear. “I love you, too.”
Bill broke out in a huge smile and kissed you again, spinning you around your small office space. “I’ve waited ages to hear you tell me that.”
“Well it’s simple to love someone. But it’s hard to know when you need to say it out loud.”
A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!
When you received a call from the Winchesters you had no idea what to expect. You stopped outside of their bunker, looking over the exterior. It didn’t seem like much of a bunker to you. It looked more like a warehouse than a bunker, but you weren’t here to judge their new home. You were here to help.
After giving the heavy metal door a good knock, the door opened within a few seconds. The elder Winchester smiled at you and stepped aside to let you in. A familiar face that didn’t change much; that’s what you liked about the Winchesters.
“Hey! It’s good to see you [Y/N],” Dean greeted, closing the door behind you.
“It’s good to see you too Dean,” you said, offering Dean a kind smile. When you looked around, you couldn’t believe your eyes. As you followed Dean down the staircase, you took it all in. “Wow, I was not expecting this. How big is this place?”
“Huge,” Dean chuckled as he turned to face you. “I can show you everything later if you’d like, but right now Sam and I need your help.”
Title: Learn To Do It Character: Danny Rand A/n: I loved this request sO much, thanks to the lovie anon who asked for it :)
You stared blankly out of the large window in Danny’s apartment, a fluffy wool blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you watched rain trickle down the window. Your finger reached out and began to trace the intricate patterns the drops left on the glass before you sighed.
After the whole situation with Madame Gao, Danny had worked himself into a paranoid when it came to your safety. He was worried that what Gao said was only a warning of future events if he wasn’t careful.
So, from then on Danny followed you everywhere, holding on to you in some way as his senses were on high alert wherever he went.
You understood where all the concern was coming from, he thought you had been murdered by some mafia-like, secret organization, hell that was more than enough to drive someone up the wall.
You also understood the potential danger you were in, but you longed to take a walk on your own. But Danny refused to let you travel anywhere if he wasn’t there, or with enough convincing, one of his close friends to keep an eye on you.
Danny saw the toll it was taking on you, you missed your bookstore and your house. He had arranged for Joy to drop off a good bit of your books from your place, but you missed your store the most.
It was just too dangerous to go there, Madame Gao’s informants had found you in that place, if you showed up now it wouldn’t end well.
Danny was still in bed when his eyes fluttered open to find your side empty and neatly made, he slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes before staring at the open bedroom door.
Ever since staying at his place, you found yourself being more antsy, causing you to wake up early just so you could do something. First time it happened, Danny nearly had a heart attack before sprinting out of the room to find you laying on the floor next to the couch down the stairs.
He tossed his legs over the side of the bed and stretched, blindly grabbing a sweater from his dresser before tugging it over his head and going to look for you.
Danny’s eyes squinted a little at all of the natural light streaming into his eyes, when he saw you standing next to the window all swaddle up in a blanket he couldn’t help but smile.
“Morning.” He called out to you, giving you a small wave when you turned around.
“Good morning,” You replied, moving from the window and going into his arms when he outstretched them to you. “Sleep well?”
“Just fine,” Danny looked down and noticed something was off. “You’re troubled about something, what’s wrong?”
You removed yourself from his arms, folding your arms under the blanket. “Internal confliction, I guess.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
You looked up at him, rocking back and forth on your feet. “Well, recently I’ve been thinking,” You paused for a moment, seeing Danny’s expectant look. “That if you taught me how to defend myself, maybe I could go out on my own again.
Danny’s hands rested behind his back, and his expression became unreadable. “What’s the conflict part?”
You sighed, wrapping the blanket tighter around you. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, even if they’re evil. I just hate the thought of it.”
The one corner of Danny’s lip curled into a soft smile, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek. “I’d be happy to teach you, but you don’t have to if it’s not what you want,” He gave your nose a small peck. “I’m more than happy to remain your watch dog.”
You smiled and shook your head. “Nah, I at least want to try.”
You huffed whenever Danny knocked you to the ground on your back again, you both had pushed all the furniture in the living room out of the way so you had more open space.
Danny watched in amusement as you turned onto your side instead of getting up.
“Can I surrender?”
You heard him chuckle. “Surrender out there and you’ll end up dead.”
You shut your eyes, your entire body felt like it was on fire and your muscles ached. The two of you had been training for hours.
Well I say training, it was more like Danny attempting to show you how to block attacks and getting hit several times because you forgot what to do.
That and you kept making stupid jokes when he showed you certain moves. There was something with the name “scissor” in it so you stared making snipping noises and doing scissor motions with your hands, causing Danny to laugh so hard he forgot he was supposed to be training you.
“Maybe it’s for the best,” You said, dramatically tossing your arm over your eyes. “I do a lot more harm than good, it’s not worth the trouble.”
Danny frowned, leaning down and situating himself on top of you. “Hey, don’t be like that,” He said, balancing himself one arm so he could tap your nose. “You’re not going to be perfect the first day of learning.”
You removed your arm and looked up at him. “You think I’ll ever be able to fight?”
He smiled, hopping up to his feet and bringing you with him. “If you keep up your training, I’d think so.”
You weakly let him pull you up before he dropped your hands and put some space between the two of you. “Lunge at me.”
“Just, try to hit me.” He said, motioning you to do as told.
“Are you just gonna hit me in the throat when I try to? Cause at this rate I’ll just take the hit to put me out to greener pastures.”
Danny bit back a laugh. “Do it.”
You sighed, positioning yourself like he told you to before trying to hit him. He moved out of the way last second with ease, face directly in front of yours while your fist remained outstretched.
He smiled, tilting his head down and grazing his lips against yours. “Look at that, Your form’s getting better.”
You flushed, placing distance between the two of you. “That is not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
You frowned. “You probably think you’re real charming don’t you?”
Danny placed his hands around your waist and pulled you towards him while his lips went after yours again. “A little bit.”
You looked up at him, and saw his gaze focused on you before you shoved him away right before your lips made actual contact, causing Danny to let out a slight whine as he watched you walk away from him.
“Yeah? Well you are!” You told him, putting on a displeased frown before climbing up the stairs to the restroom to wash up.
Danny fell back onto the ground. “No, you see that is unfair!”
“You deseve it, I have at least seven brusies on various parts of my body!”