#scott white

[louk419]

𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘆 is observed on the second Tuesday in June as a reminder to schedule a routine check-up with your GP. If that doc is Scott White, played by Richard in Sleepwalker, I'm all in. Who wouldn't want a guy who's (clockwise from top left) focused, supportive, attentive, comforting, a savior AND handy around the house? Sure, he's a coma-induced figment of your imagination, but hey, nobody's perfect! 😆

[riepu10]

Dr. Scott White Sleepwalker (2017)

[gwydionmisha]

Man Who Murdered Gay American Scott Johnson in 1988 Is Sentenced Again

Scott White had famously declared himself “Guilty! Guilty! Guilty” of the 1988 murder at a pretrial hearing last year.

[gwydionmisha]

Man who pleaded guilty to killing gay student 34 years ago has conviction quashed

Scott White, the man jailed for the murder of Scott Johnson in 1988, has had his conviction overturned after a 34-year wait for justice.

[sweetestgbye]

Week 4 – Day 28 -Armitage Summer Splash

Tags: @lathalea @fizzyxcustard

Trope: Dream

Quote: “Let’s skip to the good part.”

Character(s): Dr. Scott White

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You were sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, near enough the big front window so you could catch your friend Leah when she came in. Usually, she got here before you and sat in the same spot, coffees at the ready, eager to trade the latest gossip. You checked your watch and hoped she would be here soon. You could not stay as long today as you normally would, you had an interview for a position at the university. It was not anything special, just an assistant position but, you had wanted to go over some last-minute prep with Leah for your interview. Finally, she walked in the door.

“I’m sorry I’m late! I’ve been dog sitting while Kate is away and that little shit wouldn’t come back in the house. I had half a mind to leave her in the yard all day. I’m convinced she’s more hellhound then cocker spaniel. So… you ready for your big interview? You look great! That’s half the battle. Hell, I don’t remember the last time I saw you smile like that before 9am. Did you go on one of those app dates like I told you to? You did, didn’t you, and you got lucky,” she singsonged as she took a sip of her coffee.

You laughed. “No. No dates. I told you I wasn’t using that thing.”

“Oh c’mon! You want that sensitive, nerdy guy of your dreams that’s the way to find him.”

“By lying about liking something that I don’t? I don’t think so.”

“It’s not a lie. Just an omission. Plus, do you really think half the girls on the app actually play the game? No, they just use it because they know the good men hide on there.”

“That’s ok. I’ll stick to my method.”

“Which was what again? Oh, yes. Just waiting for the man of your dreams to magically materialize in front of you?”

“Shut up,” you said as you threw a scone crumb at her. “For your information, the man of my dreams is exactly why I’m in a good mood.”

“Do tell.”

As you started to tell Leah about your dream you realized how dull it actually was. You had been sitting at your grandmother’s kitchen table with a man, discussing and rearranging travel plans from New York to London to the world over. However, what had you excited was the detail you could remember. His face, his clothes, the sound of his voice. You rarely remembered your dreams at all but to remember this, there was something special about it, you were certain. You had woken with a smile on your face and despite the upcoming interview, which you had been so anxious about the night before, you felt calm. “Go on,” you said to Leah, who liked to dabble in everything, including dream analysis, “tell me what it means.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she sighed with a flourish. “Ok, so, travel is an easy one, its about movement in your life, like your interview! Grandmother’s kitchen is easy, too, its all familiarity and comfort and a little bit of growth and change since you said it was her kitchen but not her kitchen. Now, all the green. Green usually means a fresh start or success. Green is good! Now I know different greens mean different things. Hold on,” she said as she consulted her phone. “Olive green, you said his pants were olive, right?”

You closed your eyes and thought back, “Yes.”

“Let’s skip to the good part,” she said as she flicked through her screen. “Here we go! Olive green means stepping into being a nurturer, maybe getting a pet or starting a family,” she put her phone down. “After the week with the demon dog I highly recommend not getting a pet but, since your dream man was wearing it, it probably means you plus him equals the sound of screaming children in your future!”

“I think the pet is a little more likely, don’t you? Seeing the whole still single thing is going on?” You glanced at your watch. “Oh, shoot. I better get going or I’m going to be late. I’ll call you later,” you said as you ran out the door.

Traffic across town was a bit of a nightmare but you made it to the university with time to spare, and boy did you need it. Even though you had gone to school here the place was still a maze, especially the science campus. You could travel the arts campus blindfolded and still remember every nook and cranny, but here? Forget it. You made your way to the department of kinesiology and health and checked in with the secretary. “He’ll be right with you, have a seat,” she said as she gestured at a chair to the right of the door. You took a seat, some nerves starting to slowly creep back in now that you were here.

After a few minutes, the door next to you clicked open and a man stepped out, hand outstretched. “Sorry, to keep you waiting. Dr. Scott White. Won’t you come through?”

That voice. That face. It was him. The literal man of your dreams. You paused for a moment before following him into his office. You could not wait to talk to Leah.

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Notes: Thank you so so much, @lathalea for the chat about dreams. You helped point me in the “White” direction.

I did have to dog sit for my friend, Kate, for a week a couple years ago. Her dog did exactly that to me. Every morning. For a week!

Also, at my good old alma mater, Rutgers, the sleep lab is part of the Department of Kinesiology and Health. I didn’t just pull it out of a hat. Although I did fib a bit, I actually had quite a few classes in the building its housed in and I was rubbish at finding my way around campus.

The dream analysis bits I got from quickly scanning through a few websites. Certain ideas varied so I went with the ones that I liked best.

Annnnnd, while the dream itself is a bit boring, its because I had that actual dream this morning, with him in that outfit up there. *points to moodboard* Hopefully it means good things.

[lathalea]

“I think I’m going crazy” with Scott White, please. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hello, Fizzy! I bet you didn't see that coming 😇

Here is my reply to your ask - and it also happens to be the fic for the Armitage Summer Splash event. Hope you'll like it :)

WEEK 3 - PROMPT 20

Trope: Werewolf/Vampire Quote: “I feel like everyone has abandoned me.” Image: link

Relationships: Dr Scott White x F!Reader (Sleepwalker)

Rating: M

You can find this fic on AO3.

The Girl in the White Dress

Sometimes I think I am going crazy.

Sometimes I think I have finally found what I have been searching for. 

Every single night I close my eyes and dream of you. I don’t know who you are or where you come from, but I see your face and notice the way you smile every time you look at me from between the trees. I don’t need to know your name. You are my Girl in the White Dress and I’m just a man who fell in love with a dream.

Some nights we take a walk in the birch grove and even though it all happens in my head, I see the surroundings as vividly as if we were truly there. I can smell the flowers along the path. I feel the warmth of your hand in mine. I clearly remember every sensation, every word you say. You tell me about what makes you happy. I tell you about my oneirology research. You tell me about your days. I tell you about that perfect sunset I’ve seen once in Italy.

The scent of your perfume fills my lungs. Your face is so close to mine.

My damn alarm clock rings. 

I open my eyes.

I’m alone again.

***

We are in the same grove again. This time it is filled with cypress trees instead of birches.

The sun hangs high in the sky; you wink and blow me a kiss.

“You are beautiful,” I say, unable to take my eyes off you even for a second.

“Try to catch me,” you chuckle, gathering the flowing fabric of your skirt, and then you start running. Your silky hair billows behind you like the waves of Lake Como. Your bare feet barely touch the ground.

I follow you as fast as I can, noticing how the trees give way to a meadow, a stone path, and then to a building that looks like a palace straight from the postcards one sometimes receives from southern Europe. I don’t remember this place, but it feels familiar. Have I been here before? Have you?

I catch you by the ornate metal gate, pull you into my arms and taste the laughter on your lips. You throw your hands around my neck. Do you feel how well your body fits against mine? 

Bliss.

You lead me through lengthy corridors decorated with countless paintings and sculptures. It is clear that you know where we are going even if I do not. We enter a bedroom with a four-poster bed standing in the middle. The bedsheets are as white as your dress. While we kiss, I free you from the layers of its soft fabric and then carry you to the bed. My lips explore your body. So titillating. So sweet. So real. All mine to cherish. My fingers follow every single of your lovely curves, covering every single mound and hollow. I can’t get enough of you and your little moans. When I burrow myself deep inside you, the world ceases to exist. We let our passion consume us again and again, until the sun sets and then rises again. You whisper my name. I’m drunk with you and I don’t want to sober up. Ever.

I don’t want to wake up.

My alarm clock mocks me with its ringing. 

***

“I feel like everyone has abandoned me,” you say, sitting on the low stone wall that faces the lake. The sun is setting. Its golden light reflects in the tears that shine in your eyes.

I scoop you into my lap and wrap my arms around you. Your cheeks taste like seawater. The wind plays with your hair. You whisper your sorrows into my ear. I hold you tight until your sobs subside. I know all will be well in the end.

“You are not a dream, are you, Scott?” you tilt your head.

“I am as real as you are,” I admit. I have been waiting for you to ask me this question for a while now.

“I want to see you. But not in a dream,” you say. “Tell me how I can find you. Please?”

This is when I brush a stray strand of your hair out of your face and make a promise, “I will be the one who finds you, love.”

When I say these words, I look into your mesmerizing eyes. What is their color? 

Look into the mirror and you will see.

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[fizzyxcustard]

Only Forever (Armitage Summer Splash. Day 11)

As part of @lathalea and I’s Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 11. 

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: "I could stay like this forever."  

Fandom: Sleepwalker

Pairings: Scott White x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut mention

Summary: If only your dreams were reality. Then you could be with him forever.

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say. This is meant to be alongside the prompt of a crossover trope. So I'm going to add a dash of the film Labyrinth to this. ;) See if you can find the reference.

Every night he came to you in your dreams.

In your mind you could be with him forever. A dream could last a lifetime if you let it.

Maybe even last forever.

"I could stay like this forever," you whispered to him as you lay on a pure white bed, with him above you, basking in the glow of your first time of making love.

***

Your wedding dance.

Crowds clapped, circling you and him as you danced.

"I could stay like this forever," he whispered.

***

The birth of your first child.

He sat beside you, his hand cradling your daughter's head.

You smiled, with a tear of joy falling down your face. "I could stay like this forever."

***

In your dreams, it could be forever. Not long at all.

This forever could be your reality. If only you dared to believe.

***

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[linasofia]

In My Head

Armitage Summer Splash #3

Trope: Unrequited love

Quote: “I did it for you… for us.”

Relationship: Dr. Scott White (Sleepwalker) x OC Emily

Warnings: 18+

💙 Thanks @legolasbadass for your feedback and @enchantzz for the screenshot of Dr. White. 💙

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Emily loved how her name sounded when it rolled on his tongue. Like he tasted her in his mouth. He seemed to enjoy playing with words and the alluring, deep, husky voice made her tremble with anticipation. When he gently lowered himself over her and their fingers intertwined above her head, the soft mattress shifted. He used his weight to hold her down under him and when he rasped her name again, she smiled at the reaction of her own body. Her heart hammered in her chest and her skin became receptive to his touch. Heat filled her veins and she was ready to join with him in a moment of passion.

His voice suddenly changed and became colder. When he said her name again, it was without passion and it no longer felt like his lips brushed against her ear when he spoke. His hands felt dead and coarse around her wrists and Emily frowned. Something was not right. She opened her eyes and stared into a bright light and it completely blinded her. The heated body covering hers just seconds ago was gone and when she tried to raise her hand to shield her eyes from the merciless light, she could not move it. Her head felt dizzy, her thoughts slow and her mouth dry, but the realization hit her with full force despite her state. She was trapped. Thick restraints secured her wrists and ankles and in an attempt to free herself from them, she twisted and turned like a wild animal caught in a steel jaw trap. Panic erupted in her chest and she tried to scream but her body refused to cooperate.

”Emily, can you hear me?” The voice, which she would recognize among a thousand others, sounded closer to her again, and she felt a warm hand on her forearm. She blinked repeatedly in an attempt to get used to the strong light, and he must have seen her discomfort. The strong light suddenly faded and left the room significantly darker. In the dim light seeping from the opening in the door, Emily stared down at her body. She was dressed in familiar clothes, but she had no memory of putting them on. Around her waist was another belt, but even her confused mind understood that resistance was meaningless. Trying to calm her racing heart, she clenched her fists so hard her nails left deep marks in her palms,

”Emily?”

”Scott. You are here.” Emily managed to form a few words but felt exhausted. What was wrong with her? Even thinking a simple thought was difficult, like her brain was put under restraints as well. Her blood must be filled with sedatives, but she could not understand why. And Scott, why was–

”Yes, I am here,” he said in a neutral tone, interrupting her incoherent thoughts. ”Try to breathe as normal as you can. Nice and steady. You have been given something to calm you down and after that you have been asleep for almost twelve hours.”

Emily looked at Scott, and a warm feeling spread in her chest. She knew every detail of his handsome face by heart. His beautiful and incredibly expressive cerulean eyes and the thin lines around them, his prominent nose and, one of the most attractive things about his looks; the dark, soft beard which she could imagine herself carefully touching with her fingertips every time she closed her eyes. He wore a dark suit and a shirt with the collar open, and the smooth exposed skin attracted her gaze instantly.

”Do you know why you are here?”

She looked at him and blinked. She had a feeling something bad had happened, but she could not really remember what it was. Slowly, she shook her head, and the movement made her neck hurt, the sore muscles reminding her something about a fight.

”Emily,” Scott sounded more stern than she had ever heard him. ”You attacked Dr. Cooper last night, when she tried to talk to you. Do you remember that? You stabbed her in the shoulder with a knife. God knows where you got it.”

”I saw you with her, you kissed her.” Emily’s voice trembled. Hurtful memories rose to the surface of her consciousness and made her eyes tear up.

”Who?”

”Dr. Cooper.” The name fell from her lips as no more than a whisper.

”I have never kissed Dr. Cooper. Our relationship is strictly professional.”

”You are lying!”

”Emily, your mind can not separate what is real from the things you want to be real. That is why you are my patient in the first place, remember?”

”I love you, Scott.”

”I know you think you do, Emily.” He sighed. ”You need to stop calling me by my first name. It’s Dr. White as long as you are my patient. Do you understand?”

Emily closed her eyes, and a series of blurry images flashed in front of her eyes. Dr. Cooper’s superior smile, her tight white blouse stained with blood and Scott rushing to her aid. Emily remembered how slick the handle on the knife became when it was covered in blood.

”I did it for you… for us. So we could be together.”

”So you do remember what happened?”

Emily was battling against her drowsy mind but nodded slowly. Beside her, she could hear Scott take a deep breath, like he was trying to control his emotions. His deep voice sounded warmer as he patted her forearm. ”You should rest some more. I will come back to check on you later, ok?”

Unable to win against the heavy drugs in her system, Emily’s lids fell over her eyes like a curtain. She did not hear the door close and lock behind Dr. White as he left. It no longer mattered. She was already in his arms.

Scott’s lips met hers again and he kissed her tenderly. Their fingers were once again intertwined and she moaned longingly as he deepened the kiss. The soft hair on his chest was damp, and his heated body rubbed against hers when he settled deep between her thighs. His musky scent filled her senses and he drove her closer to relief with every thrust. His eyes gleamed with passion and need when she met his gaze.

”I love you, Scott.”

”My heart belongs to you, Emily.”

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