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bibbawrites · 3 years

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What Happens in Hawaii Stays in Hawaii - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (SMUT - 18+)

Request: could you do a fic with reader and Charlie where they are bffs and he brings her on the Hawaii trip but something weird in the system happened so their shared hotel room only had one bed instead of two and a whole smut ensues

Word Count: 1583 words

Summary: a simple mistake leads to confronting feelings for your best friend Charlie that you had previously tried to keep hidden

Warnings: smut (duh), slight dirty talk, swearing, unprotected s*x

A/N: this ended up being so weird and slightly uncomfortable but for some reason no matter what i did i just couldn’t make this serious lol hope you all enjoy this either way :)

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes @littlemissaddict @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @headheartbellarke @lovesanimals @bartok-the-bat @juliefromaustralia @multi-universe21 @rangerelik @kaitieskidmore1

It was the most cliche scenario in the book. You had agreed to join your best friend Charlie on his trip to Hawaii with his cast mates, and somehow there had been a mix up and instead of having two beds in the room you were sharing with Charlie, there was only one.

Which would be perfectly fine, except for the fact that you were harbouring a crush the size of Jupiter on that same best friend you would be forced to share a bed with for the next few weeks.

“You’ll be fine.” Carolynn reassured you after you had finished ranting about the mix up, as the two of you and Tori laid on sun loungers as the boys wrestled in the ocean.

“You sure about that?” You questioned. “You don’t even know the worst part.”

“That you’re in love with Charlie?” Tori asked. Your eyes widened.

“How did you know?” You spluttered. She grinned.

“Y/N it’s obvious. Just like it’s obvious he feels the exact same way about you.” She explained, and you cringed.

“Do you think he knows?” Tori and Carolynn shook their heads.

“Trust us, he’s just as oblivious as you are.” Carolynn teased, and you pouted.

“I’m not oblivious.” You muttered and the girls giggled.

“Sure you’re not.” Tori said, as they exchanged a knowing look.

You sighed, leaning back onto your chair and shutting your eyes. It wouldn’t be that bad.

If there was a competition running for famous last words, you would definitely get a prize for saying it wouldn’t be that bad.

Watching as your best friend, the boy you had been in love with forever, entered the room with only a towel around his waist, body still wet from his shower, you sure regretted saying that it wouldn't be bad because clearly you had temped some kind of fate.

You tried to ignore him, deciding that the best plan would be to just focus on the TV, but Charlie had other plans.

“Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” Charlie questioned, running a towel through his wet hair. You swallowed as you looked back over at him, and shook your head, trying to ignore the droplets of water running down his chest.

“No it’s fine, we’ve shared a bed before.”

“Okay.” Charlie nodded. He ran the towel down his chest and you tried to focus your attention back on the TV in front of you and not the dripping wet, very attractive, half naked boy across the room.

Charlie crossed the room, grabbing his clothes from a pile, and without a second thought, dropped the towel from around his waist.

“Charlie!” You exclaimed with a choke, your face going bright red as you try to look anywhere but your completely naked best friend. Charlie just laughed.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before. Remember when we were kids and we used to take baths together?” He said cheekily.

“Yeah when we were like 7. Not fully grown adults.” You replied.

“So? You’ve seen a dick before, right?” He asked. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, but that’s not the point.” You mumbled. Charlie didn’t move.

“Dude! Just put your fucking pants on.” You exclaimed. Charlie shook his head, finishing drying himself off before throwing his towel at your head.

He pulled a pair of sweatpants on before flopping down on the bed next to you. You looked at him and he looked up at you with a smirk.

“Enjoy the show?” He teased. You flicked the towel at him as he laughed loudly.

“No you asshole.” You muttered.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you so turned on right now?” He questioned. You blushed even darker.

“I’m not.” You denied. Charlie raised an eyebrow.

“You sure about that?” He sat up, moving closer to you so that you could feel his hot breath on your lips. Your heart was racing.

“Charlie, what are you doing?” You managed to stutter out.

“You can feel it too, right? The tension between us?” He questioned. You didn’t respond so he continued. “The same tension that’s been around for years. I don’t know about you but I’ve been feeling it since we were just kids. I’ve been in love with you since I was 12.”

You froze at his confession.

“You what?” Your voice was shaky.

“I’m in love with you.” He repeated. You threw yourself towards him, connecting your lips with his in a heated kiss.

“I love you too.” You told him. He groaned, flipping you over so that he was hovering over you.

“Do you want to fuck me as bad as I want to fuck you?” His voice was low.

“Please.” You whimpered, and Charlie connected your lips again, his hips grinding down into yours. You moaned into his mouth, allowing him a chance to slip his tongue into his mouth.

“Char.” You groaned, your hands threading through his damp hair.

“You want me to fuck you?” He repeated, mumbling against your lips. You nodded eagerly. He pulled away from your lips and began to kiss down your neck, biting and sucking to leave marks that you knew you were going to struggle to cover in the next few days.

He pulled away, sitting up, watching as you pulled your oversized shirt off, leaving you in just panties. His eyes lingered on your naked chest for a few seconds before he looked back up, his eyes meeting yours.

“Do you still have that thing in your arm to stop you from getting pregnant?” He questioned. You nodded.

“Good, cause I don’t have a condom. Wasn’t really expecting to fuck my best friend on this trip.” He admitted. You laughed, pulling him back down to kiss him again.

His hands made their way up to cup your breasts, his calloused thumb flicking over one of your nipples.

You whimpered again as he moved to suck on your nipple, his tongue flicking at the sensitive skin.

“Can you hurry up and fuck me?” You said, and Charlie chucked.

“Impatient much.” He teased, but he obeyed nonetheless, moving to pull off his sweatpants. You copied, pulling off your panties, and all of the sudden it hit you what was about to happen.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled.

“What?” Charlie frowned. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You replied. “Just realised we’re about to fuck.”

Charlie laughed.

“No kidding.” He teased. “You know we don’t have to if you don’t feel ready.”

“No, no, I want to. It’s just... I’ve been dreaming of this for so long and now it’s finally happening.” Charlie smiled softly at your words.

“Hey, I love you.” He said, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you too.” You replied. “Anyways, now that the sappy moment is over, can we get back to business now?”

Charlie laughed, pushing you back onto the bed before hovering over you.

“Ready?” He questioned. You nodded, opening your legs. He lent down and kissed you again, the tip of his dick brushing against your clit, and without a warning he pushed into you.

You gasped slightly at the discomfort as he slowly slid into you, waiting once he bottomed out.

“Okay, ready.” You told him after a moment, and he nodded before pulling almost completely out and slamming back into you. You couldn’t help but scream out in pleasure, and Charlie grinned, covering your mouth.

“Shh, don’t want anyone to hear us.” He said, reminding you that Owen was in the room just next door. You nodded, and the next time he thrusted he muffled your moans with his hand.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, and you’re even better than I imagined. So tight and warm around me.” Charlie spoke as he thrusted. “And don’t even get me started on your tits, god they’re perfect. Oh and that ass, I’ve always loved your ass.”

You blushed at his words.

“You really never shut up do you?” You said, and Charlie grinned.

“Nope. Talking is kinda my thing.” He told you, his pace speeding up slightly.

“Gee who would have thought.” You mumbled sarcastically.

“Hey, no sarcasm while we’re fucking.” Charlie reprimanded.

“Can we not have a normal fucking conversation right now? Surprised you haven’t commented on the weather yet.” You groaned, the sound turning into one of pleasure as Charlie hit your g-spot.

“Apparently there’s a storm coming tomorrow.” Charlie commented. You glared at him.

“Charles I swear to god.”

He fell silent, the only sound the both of your heavy breathing, and the sound of skin slapping together. After a moment he spoke up again.

“Can’t do quiet. My mouth just needs to be doing something.” He whined, and you pulled him down to connect your lips, sliding your tongue into his mouth as your orgasm rapidly approached.

Charlie sped up again and you moaned into his mouth. He pulled away quickly.

“I’m so close.” He told you. You nodded.

“Me too.” You replied. He pulled you in for another kiss and with a few last thrusts he came inside you, causing you to topple over the edge too, walls clenching around him as you came.

He pulled out and collapsed on top of you, his damp hair pressed against your cheek.

“We have to do this again sometime.” He sighed, snuggling into you. You smiled softly before agreeing.

Now that you had slept with Charlie, you didn’t think you could ever go back to the way things were.

And honestly? Neither of you wanted to.

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #reader insert

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angelic-serenade · 4 years

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Alastor + disaster cook! S/O

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you could not cook to save your life

any attempt at cooking would result in certain failure in the best case scenario and 5.4 magnitude earthquake damage in the worst

sure, you could make edible pasta and if you really put your best efforts into it, acceptable omelette too

but anything past that level of complexity was simply out of your league, a lost cause to put it mildly

don't you even think about making a cake, that shit's dangerous

as they say: as above so below

when you landed in Hell and found yourself joining the Happy Hotel soon after, you came to find out your culinary skills had not magically improved

which is quite ironic since Charlie had made you head chef of the hotel

the string of curses which had left your lips upon hearing the news had been legendary, even for Hell

you adored the demon princess with your whole heart (or whatever was left of it anyway), bUT REALLY CHARLIE? YOU DO NOT GIVE A GUN TO A CHILD AND EXPECT CASUALTIES NOT TO HAPPEN

at this point you were certain she was subconsciously auto-sabotaging

either way, you didn't have the heart to tell her no, so you decided to put your heart and soul into trying to learn how to properly cook, which didn't turn out to be the ideal choice of words since you were in Hell and your soul was probably rotten to the core

at least, nobody could say you hadn't tried your damn best

and hey! some days your cooking hadn't even been completely sickening

you decided to stick to easy, “safe” dishes though, you know, just to be sure

so pasta and eggs were definitely a thing

a constant and repetitive thing to be precise

you were trying your best, okay? nobody in your place with your limited set of skills would have taken the job, but you did and you deserved recognition for that feat alone

or a fucking donkey hat for your skyrocketing dumbness levels

things were not so bad at first

both Charlie and Vaggie were very supportive, each one of them in their own way - even though you had totally seen Charlie trying to swallow pure unadulterated fear that one time you had announced you wanted to try to cook something more elaborate

Angel Dust on the other hand... hadn't been as considerate as to lie to your face about what he thought of your cooking

"fuck me doll, this shit's disgusting"

*insert the I don't have friends they disappoint me vine here*

Vaggie had proceeded to give Angel quite the earful while Charlie tried her best to cheer you up

you went full hermit mode on them for two days after that

you were proud of yourself, handling criticism so well

anyway, the cycle kept repeating, with the only difference that most days Angel would grab something to eat outside of the hotel and join you during meals only to blankly stare at the plates and silvery

Charlie had tried to shield you from the truth, but you weren't that stupid

you respected Angel's choice, really, you did, and you had decided to be the bigger person among the two

that's why you began to put a lil bit of laxative into his portions whenever he decided to grace your efforts and actually eat your "disgusting cooking"

y’know just to spicy things up a little

at least now he had a valid reason to complain

with the whole fiasco on live TV and the sudden and suspicious appearence of the one and only Radio Demon at your doorstep, however, things started going haywire

Alastor's presence was eeirly demanding and unsettlingly charmimg at the same time

so it was only natural for you to gravitate the fuck away from him whenever you could

you always acted politely, greeting him whenever you bumped into him through the corridors of the hotel, but you only went as far as to appear courteous because you didn't want for him to go Hannibal Lecter on you. thanks, no thanks

“and what can you do my feminine fellow?”

“I can suck your dick!”

you had snorted a bit at that which immediately shifted the strawberry pimp's attention to yourself

“and what about you, pretty dame? I take it you're in charge of the kitchens around here?”

dressed in your chef attire, you were going to meekly answer him, but before you could, roaring laughter erupted in the room. it belonged to the one and only slutty spider you found oh so irritating

in the fraction of seconds, Alastor snapped his neck at an unnatural angle to stare at the spider with a strained smile on his face

needless to say, the cursed image would forever haunt your traumatized psyche

“hasn't your mother taught you it is rude to interrupt a conversation which you have no part in? that just won't do!”

static filled the air and you feared you were going to implode if the heavy pressure didn't lift off soon enough, so you decided to take action

“ugh... yes, I'm the head chef! but, well, I... could actually use some practice and proper training?”

you hated how uncertain you sounded, but Angel's comments and your own dissatisfaction with your culinary products made you quite self-conscious about your skills

“don't fret your pretty little head about it, my dear! I, for one, am a culinary connaisseur and wonderful chef, if I do say so myself. I'll be ecstatic to guide you through your training!”

how you'd be able to handle his booming voice during hours and hours of practice was your first and main concern, but you had never been one to refuse the chance to finally prove the people who had criticized you wrong *cough cough* Angel Dust

since that day, Alastor began to personally give you cooking lessons

he was exuberant and pretty sly when it came to veiled jabs about your dreadful cooking, but he really took his time to help you out

which you had been both grateful and suspicious about

“now, we can't have our future patrons starving to death, can we?”

he was strangely patient and an overall good teacher too (emphasis on overall)

he guided you step by step through each dish, simultaneously showing off his own flawless culinary skills

you hated that you daily found yourself boosting his already GIGANTIC ego, but you couldn't help it. you could only dream about reaching that level of artistry in cooking

he always came up with creative recipes to test your limits and cooked for you in order to make you more familiar with different tastes. his mother’s were your favorites, jambalaya being his one true specialty

he had blindfolded you once and proceeded to present you with various samples of spices, oilments and all kinds of food so that you could acquaint yourself with the smells and flavors of the ingredients and figure out yourself which ones would best suit a certain dish

saying you were hesitant at first was an understatement, because you know? being completely at the mercy of a sadistic serial killer who had terrorized the seven circles of hell? not even being able to see him? not on your bucket list

he had tried to ease your nervousness with the whole “if I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would have done so already” thing, but it was getting kind of old pretty fast

“if I had been one to play with fire, I'd have joined a circus”

he found your sense of humor as endearing your sheer presence

(when he rolled up his sleeves to cook, you felt like you could catch fire any minute, you were a slut for strong skinny arms)

yes, Alastor had always loved to show off his own impeccable skills but he unexpectedly found himself enjoying the moments spent in your company too

he relished in seeing you fail again and again, but he also admired the way you always managed to bring yourself back up to your feet each time

he had yet to fully understand if it was foolishness or stubbornness to guide your steps

either way, you turned out to be his favorite form of entertainment in the hotel!

no matter how many slights would he send your way, you'd always manage to find an appropriate remark that made his permanent smile stretch a little more in sheer amusement

“oh dear, this beef is so undercooked one could still hear the poor beast’s lament”

“the only noise I hear is the obnoxious ramblings of an arrogant boomer”

he wasn't technically a boomer but it was always so satisfying to irk him with terms he had no knowledge of

during your cooking lessons, when the only thing left to do with a dish was wait and pray for the best, you'd come to talk about everything and anything

he'd talk to you about his precious New Orleans as he remembered it and you'd fill him in on recent historical/social developments of your time

he always looked so taken when you shared with him that modern knowledge and it made you feel useful for a change

it was, dare you say it, almost adorable how he'd ask you countless questions about your home town, the catastrophes of the last century and had there been any other war since his death?

the topic switches almost made you dizzy though

once or twice, when the timing allowed, he'd even indulge in a musical show to pass time

on the days your mood soured because of a particularly complicated recipe or bad result, he'd drag you along and dance until you were so distracted by the absurdness of the circumstances that you forgot about your previous sadness

with time, his musical shows became more frequent as he realized you'd always offer him a genuine smile after his flashy performances

it was out of personal indulgence, not because he liked the way his music always seemed to cheer you up

he'd not been vocal about the way he tried to comfort you, but you were grateful nonetheless

the first time you managed to succesfully complete one of his complicated recipes, you had almost cried

“now, now deary, under my watchful eye, it was only a matter of time until you'd finally blossom into a fine cook!”

“Alastor can I... can I hug you?”

and how could he say no to such an adorable expression? he found himself stunned into silence, not being able to tell you yes either, therefore you slowly came closer as if trying not to scare a wild animal away

when Alastor passively stood before you, not moving away, you wrapped your arms around him

he really was such a dorky noodle

he didn't relax into the hug, but he kept still as you relished in the moment and let the pressure you had hoarded for months now loose

Alastor proceeded to show off your dish during dinner and even Angel Dust could do nothing but shut up and dig in

The all powerful Radio Demon was simply so proud of your progress - not that he doubted you'd prevail in the end, thanks to his expertise and guidance

from that moment onward things only got better and even if you didn't necessarily need Alastor's help anymore, neither of you ever mentioned going your separate ways

you were both secretly glad for the silent agreement

friendly banter and dad jokes were a daily occurrence and with your new-found confidence in the field, you'd always bite back showing off new delicious dishes instead than words

you still had trouble every now and then, but Alastor was always there to help you out

not that you'd ever hear the end of it if you actually asked him for help

“what was that, my darling? is the mightiest chef in Hell having trouble in Paradise?”

you had noticed however that he'd started sneaking glances your way more than usual lately and he also started following you around wherever you went in the hotel. he became your shadow both inside and outside of the kitchen

the attention soon became unnerving, even more so when you'd go in the kitchen only find a different flower on the counter each morning

you came to realize that Alastor's advances were rather old fashioned, but you would amuse the dork and yourself for a while before taking charge

gifts became an ordinary occurrence as well as praise and you preferred not to think about what praise could do to you when it came from Alastor

he enjoyed your reactions to his flattering words a little too much, he had to admit

you had had enough of his childish antics one day and you decided to finally put your plan into action

“Al, can you come here for one sec?”

he wasn't particularly fond of the nickname, but you just loved to get under his skin as much as he did when it came to you

“what can I do for you, my darling chef?”

“here, I have a gift for you”

he looked uncharacteristically unsure of what to do but slightly amused as well. in the end curiosity took the best of him and he finally decided to open the box you had handed to him rather unceremoniously

“what is this dear?”

the apron you had chosen was a perfect fit for your long boi

“read it, please”

“kiss the cook? well, if you ask me so nicely, I just might have to”

he then proceeded to peck your cheek and you swore you could have fainted right there and then by the sheer sweetness of the gesture

it hadn't exactly been what you had planned, but you weren't going to complain

your relationship was bound to be full of surprises apparently

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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Peace Like A River Part 11

A Gwilym Lee x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a stand up comic with a pretty dark past. She has a three new lights in her life: her daughter, Violet; her anonymous correspondent, Dear Friend; and Gwilym Lee.

Word Count: 4.1K

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A/N: Sorry this took so long, y’all! I had a super busy weekend and didn’t feel like writing in my down time. At last, the thrilling conclusion! However, this story will have an epilogue and it will be SAPPY so get ready! Hope y’all enjoy :)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X

Part 11 here we go!!!

The day had come at last to go to England. While you were traveling, you were always thankful for Violet. She was so easy going and never complained. She had no trouble on planes and you were blessed to never be that parent apologizing to the rest of the passengers for your fussy baby. Now, Violet was so excited she could hardly stand it.

The airport was even more crowded than usual. Of course, that was because it was a busy time of year. Everyone was trying to get home or somewhere to see their family. Adam was also a blessing because crowds did not bother him in the least, and he was forceful if he had to be in order to get through. It was nice to have him since you tended to get run over by people.

You sat at your gate, Violet snacking on some pretzels. You were reading a novel Gwilym had recommended to you and Adam was answering some emails. Basically, he was telling everyone to leave you alone until you were back from the UK.

“Mommy, how many more sleeps?” Violet asked.

“Well, we have this plane ride to New York,” you said. “We’ll have one sleep there. Then the next day, we fly from New York to London. But it’s a long, long ride, so we’ll sleep on the plane, too.”

“Two more sleeps, then?” she said.

“That’s right,” you told her.

“Then we see Daddy!” she cried.

You kissed her head. “Yes, we do!”

She giggled and stuffed another pretzel into her mouth. You returned to your book. When you were called up to board, Adam helped you with your carry on so you could get Violet situated in your lap. You got her tablet out and her headphones on just as Adam sat down beside you.

“So,” he said. “You had a long story to catch me up on before I meet Gwilym in person. Why doesn’t he know he’s writing to you?”

You took a deep breath. “Let me start from the beginning.”

You told him everything. About Dear Friend, how you’d met Gwilym years ago, the night you reconnected, and everything since then, including the ordeal with Stacy and the confrontation with Henry. Adam listened patiently, only commenting once to call Stacy a “shady bitch” before urging you to continue.

You caught him up on why you hadn’t confessed to Gwilym. That the reason you held back that night in Atlanta was because of your low sense of self-worth. It was what held you back from admitting it all the way up until now.

“Honestly, you probably should have told him after you slept together,” he said. “But hey, sometimes you get dicked down so good it’s hard to remember stuff like that.”

You giggled.

He looked at you with understanding. “But I get it. I’m a gay, black man from rural Alabama. I know what it’s like to hate yourself and feel like you don’t deserve love or happiness. Especially from someone you admire so much. I really, truly don’t blame you.”

You took his hand. “Thank you.”

“I got you,” he said gently. “So what’s your plan for telling him?”

“Well, I arranged a meet up,” you explained. You told him what you intended to do and he smiled.

“That’s romantic as hell,” he said. “I think he’s gonna be stoked to find out that it’s you.”

“I hope he’s not angry with me,” you admitted. “I kept it from him for so long.”

“If he’s as great as you tell me, he’ll understand,” he assured you.

“He is that great,” you said. “And more. God, I love him so much.”

“Really?” Adam teased. “I couldn’t tell!”

You chuckled.

A few hours later, you landed in New York. You had booked a hotel close to JFK since you’d be flying out again the following day. You went straight there. After you bid Adam goodnight and watched him disappear into his room, you entered yours and got ready for bed. You and Violet got cuddled up and you turned on the TV. A Charlie Brown Christmas was on, so you snuggled and watched it together. Violet adored Snoopy, so this was one of her favorites. She fell asleep just five minutes in. You followed behind shortly after.

The next day, you had time to have breakfast and rest before heading back to the airport. Once again, Adam was incredibly helpful. You had never traveled overseas before, so he helped you through the process. It wasn’t much different, but it was enough to make you nervous.

It was a long ride, but it all felt worth it because you were going to see Gwilym. You held Violet in your lap and smiled at the prospect - the three of you were going to be together again, as it should be. You remembered the woman who approached you at breakfast that morning and wondered how you ever could have questioned her. Of course you were a family.

You all slept for a lot of the trip. It was long, after all, and movies could only do so much. It was easier to pass the time with sleep. Then, after what felt like years of waiting, you landed in London, and you knew Gwilym was waiting for you. He was in that building. You could picture the smile on his face and the way his eyes gleamed.

Getting off the plane even felt like it took longer. As you and Adam grabbed your bags and got Violet squared away, your stomach twisted with excitement. Not long now.

Gwilym was waiting for you in baggage claim. Violet gasped loudly when she spotted him and then took off, narrowly dodging a rather surprised elderly gentleman with his massive suitcase. You whispered an apology to him as you passed.

“Daddy!” she yelled, beaming so wide you thought her face might split in half.

“There’s my little girl!” Gwilym returned, scooping her up and spinning her around as she shrieked with laughter.

He showered her with kisses on her cheeks and she giggled. Your heart melted watching them. You felt Adam by your ear.

“I’ll grab the luggage,” he said. “Go say hello.”

“No, I can help,” you tried to insist, but he stopped you.

“Go, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He left and you walked briskly over to your two favorite people in the world. Gwilym grinned at you and you thought you might stop breathing. He was just wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but he looked incredible.

“Hello, love,” he said sweetly.

You sank into him, letting him wrap his free arm around you and pull you into his embrace. It felt like everything coming together again. You could feel him, smell him, touch him. The dull ache of missing him was gone. He leaned down to kiss you deeply. You reciprocated with enthusiasm.

“I missed you,” you said, nuzzling into his chest.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head. “I missed you too.”

Adam walked over, wheeling his and your luggage in front of him. He stopped and put the handles down as he locked eyes with Gwilym.

“Hi, I’m Adam,” he said, extending his hand.

Gwilym shook it. “Gwilym Lee. Wonderful to finally meet you in person.”

“You as well,” Adam returned.

“Are we all ready to go?” Gwilym asked.

“Yes!” you cried.

He passed Violet to you so he and Adam could take the luggage. You went out to his car, loaded everybody and everything up, and headed to Gwilym’s home. The whole ride, you gazed out the window, taking everything in. It was exciting to be in a new place, especially with people who made you feel like you were home.

Gwilym’s house was lovely. He’d prepared two guest rooms - one for Violet and one for Adam. He was incredibly hospitable and looked just so thrilled at having you there. It was infectious, and you were so grateful for his kindness.

That night, he told you he had a special surprise for you, and he took you all to a comedy club where they were having an open mic night. It was also a restaurant, so you decided to have dinner and drinks there. Luckily, Violet was not at all interested in the performers and spent most of the evening coloring so she missed all the inappropriate jokes. At one point, Gwilym excused himself for about ten minutes before returning to the table. Even those ten minutes felt like an hour after not seeing him for weeks.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, but he had a sly grin on his face as he exchanged a look with Adam.

You looked at both of them, cocking a curious eyebrow. “What are you guys up to?”

“You’ll see soon, love,” he said, placing a swift peck on your cheek.

“Alright!” the host said excitedly. “I’ve just been told we have a celebrity here with us tonight. Fresh off her tour.”

Your mouth fell open as you looked at Gwilym. He laughed.

“Y/N Y/L/N, welcome to London!” the host cried.

“You didn’t!” you gasped, trying to ignore the applause.

“Go up there!” Gwilym encouraged.

You rolled your eyes and obeyed, waving to the crowd as you normally would before a show. You didn’t really have any material planned, but you knew how to improvise. One of the managers handed you a microphone and you thanked him before looking at the crowd.

“Thank you,” you said to them. “This is certainly a surprise.” You looked at the hot. “What’s your name?”

“Tony,” he told you.

“Ah, well, thank you as well, Tony,” you said.

“We’re thrilled to have you,” he replied. “So, how are you enjoying the UK so far?”

“I’ve only been here a few hours, so I don’t have much to go on,” you began. “But I gotta say, not a big fan of the food. A couple hours here and I’m really starting to understand why Gordon Ramsey is so pissed off all the time.”

Tony laughed, as did the crowd.

“Seriously, didn’t you guys colonize half the globe for spices?” you went on. “What’d you do with them? Because you sure as shit aren’t using any on your food.”

Another laugh went through them.

“And have you brought your daughter with you?” Tony asked.

“Of course,” you told him. “She’s the only reason people follow me on Instagram.”

They giggled.

“How was it travelling with her?” he wondered.

“Easy,” you said. “She got all her annoying out when I gave birth to her.”

“How do you mean?” he asked.

“Okay, this story is wild, so if you have to pee, go now,” you said. “But I was home by myself, and I heard this pop, and I thought it was my water. I was right, but my contractions were still really far apart, so I didn’t go to the hospital or anything.”

“You were going to take yourself?” Tony pressed, blinking in surprise.

“Well, yeah,” you said. “I was alone. But anyway, I labored for around six hours just fine, when suddenly, the contractions were super close together. I was in a blinding amount of pain and I knew I would never make it. So, in between contractions, I got a bunch of stuff I’d need and set up in my closet - I didn’t want to disturb my neighbors - then I called 911.”

“Oh my God!” he cried. “Did you deliver your daughter in your closet?!”

“Sure did!” you said proudly. “I could feel her crowning and the dispatcher was yelling at me like, ‘Hold her in! Don’t push!’ And I was yelling right back going, ‘I’m just fucking laying here, but she’s coming out oh my God!’ So, yeah, I gave a one hundred percent natural birth in my closet, all by myself.”

“When did the paramedics arrive?” he wondered.

“Literally a minute after she was here,” you said. “Thank God. She wasn’t crying, so I thought she wasn’t breathing and I was a wreck, but they took care of everything. Then she was crying and I was crying and the medics were crying. I even heard the dispatcher sniffle.”

He chuckled. “It is pretty amazing. And everything was fine afterwards?”

“I mean, we still had to go and see a doctor to be sure, but yeah, she was okay, I was okay, and that’s what matters,” you said.

“Well, that’ll scare you off from having any more children, won’t it?” he joked.

You laughed. “The opposite actually! I mean, what are the odds of that happening twice?”

They all laughed some more.

“So, the latest gossip is that you’re in a relationship with actor Gwilym Lee,” he said. “Tell us about that.”

“Funnily enough, Gwilym and I knew each other a couple years ago when we filmed a pilot that never aired,” you said. “He came to a show while I was on tour and brought the rest of the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody as well as Brian May and Roger Taylor, so I figured I owed him a date.”

Tony chuckled.

“Yeah,” you said. “I mean, I was really aiming for Ben Hardy, but Gwil’s alright too, I guess,” you teased.

Gwilym smiled as he watched you up on stage. This was different from the jokes you told on tour. There was an earnestness to them even though you were teasing. You weren’t joking to defend yourself anymore. You were joking to express yourself and he was so proud of you.

His mind wandered to Dear Friend. The crazy thing was that whenever he thought about her, he pictured your face. Could it be you? You had made the reference to the letters that day on the phone, but could it actually mean…

He shook his head. No. You would have told him that night in Atlanta. Wouldn’t you? He couldn’t imagine why not. And even if not that night, surely you would have told him by now. Then again, it was awfully strange that both times he arranged to meet Dear Friend, the two of you just happened to be in the same city. He wondered if he was fooling himself. Was it just wishful thinking to hope that you could be Dear Friend?

“Daddy,” Violet whispered, tugging on Gwilym’s sleeve to pull him from his thoughts. “I’m tired.”

He patted his legs and she clamored onto his lap, facing him so she could rest her head on his chest. He stroked her hair and turned his eyes on you again. His heart felt so full.

“Just rest your eyes, darling girl,” he said softly. “You’ve had a long day.”

She nodded and yawned, burrowing even further into him.

“You’re so good with her,” Adam remarked. “You think you and Y/N will have some more of your own?”

“Well, Violet is ours,” he said. “She chose me to be her father, in the face of her biological father. It is the highest honor of my life.”

Adam melted.

“But yes, someday, I’d like to have more children with Y/N,” Gwilym continued with a smile.

When the host finally let you return to your seat, the crowd applauded you for another few minutes. It was very sweet, and you were thankful for the moment, even if it had made you nervous at first. You beamed when you saw Violet on Gwil’s lap. You sat down beside him.

“She out?” you asked.

“Completely,” he returned.

“Well, let’s pay the tab and head home,” you said.

You did just that, and when you got to the house, Gwilym put Violet to bed. Adam headed to his own room, telling you both a sleepy goodnight. You were in Gwilym’s room, stripping down to change into pajamas, but you found that suddenly, you weren’t so tired. With a smirk, you removed your bra and panties and stood there waiting for him.

When Gwilym came into the room, he saw you and his eyes went wide. Then you pounced on him, claiming his lips in a desperate, fiery kiss. He held you tight against him as he kicked the door shut. You made your way to the bed together. He made love to you, and once again, you experienced the joy of a caring partner. The way Gwilym made you feel was unlike anything else, and you would never tire of it.

As you lay together in the afterglow, catching your breath, Gwilym brought up something that surprised you.

“Y/N,” he said. “D’you...do you want more children? Henry said you didn’t want them at all before Violet, and I was speaking with Adam about it tonight and -”

You rolled to rest on his chest and cut him off with a swift kiss.

“I told Henry I didn’t want children,” you said, toying with Gwilym’s soft locks around his face. “But the truth is, I didn’t want his children.” You held his gaze for a long moment. “I’d have a hundred children of yours, my love.”

He started to smile, but it faltered. The way you had phrased that last sentence made his mind start swirling with questions. It was a thing that Dear Friend might say. It sounded like something straight out of a letter.

“What is it?” you questioned, brow furrowing as you looked at him.

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “So, you’d have my children? Even if you have to deliver them in closets?”

“I’ve done it once, I can do it again,” you giggled and smiled at him. “I love you, Gwilym.”

Nothing stopped his grin now. “I love you too, darling. So very much.”

With that, you both drifted off to sleep.

Over the next few days, you were incredibly busy. You wanted to see so much of London. Some stuff was the popular parts, but having Gwilym meant you got to see the non-touristy parts of the city too. Violet’s favorite thing was the London Eye. You thought she’d be terrified but she was impressively brave. Adam, on the other hand, was unable to look at the view without nearly vomiting. He did manage to take a picture of the three of you without any trouble.

Before you knew it, Christmas Eve was upon you. Violet was incredibly excited about all the gifts she’d be getting the following day, although at one point she looked at you, terrified.

“Mommy, does Santa know we’re in London?” she fretted. “Will he be able to find me?”

“Of course, baby,” you assured her.

“Mum and I spoke to him ourselves,” Gwilym said. “We told him that our little Violet would not be at home this year, but she’s been a very good girl and shouldn’t miss out on her presents.”

He gently booped her on the nose with his forefinger. She giggled.

“Okay, good,” she said, relieved.

You beamed and kissed Gwilym on the cheek.

That night, Gwilym read “The Night Before Christmas” to Violet when he put her to bed. She fell soundly asleep in no time. Nerves turned your stomach as the time to reveal the truth approached. It was already seven o’clock. At a quarter to eight, Gwilym prepared to leave. You walked him to the door, helped him into his coat, and then pecked him on the lips.

“See you later,” you said.

“I love you,” he returned.

“I love you too.”

With an uneasy smile, he left. You looked at Adam who started the timer on his phone.

“Five minutes,” he said.

You nodded and started pulling your own coat on. Adam helped with your hat and then you took a deep breath.

“I’m gonna throw up,” you said.

“Chill,” he returned. “It’s just Gwilym.”

“Gwilym is everything,” you said. “If I lose him over this, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“You won’t,” he assured you. “You’ve got him forever, I think.”

“I hope so,” you said quietly.

A beat passed and then Adam’s phone buzzed.

“Time to go,” he said. “Don’t worry about Violet. Everything is about you and Gwilym right now.”

You nodded stiffly and opened the door. The cold air felt refreshing on your warm face. Adam had to nudge you out the door. He closed it behind you and you heard the lock turn with a soft click. There was no going back now. Letter in tow, you made your way to the park.

Each step felt heavy as your heart ached with turmoil. Gwilym would have every right to be angry with you. What if he didn’t find this gesture romantic? What if he turned you away and never spoke to you again? How could you ever recover? That sick, unworthy feeling began to slither up your spine, almost making you turn around an banish yourself from Gwilym’s life.

You stopped and took a breath. No. You were giving Gwilym everything, even if it was scary and risky. No matter what.

The park was lit only by the soft moonlight and yellow street lamps. You saw Gwilym’s tall silhouette and smiled. Suddenly, all fear was gone. Gwilym meant serenity and calm. You were absolutely safe here. You stopped several feet away from him, quietly pulling out your favorite letter and began to read.

“Dear Friend,” you began.

Gwilym stiffened. Had he heard that right? He was almost afraid to turn around.

You skipped to the best part. “I read a quote from Tolstoy the other day that made me think of you and our relationship. It went, ‘I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever precious - your heart, your soul…” you continued on and tried not to stumble over the words. You wanted to look up, but he hadn’t turned around yet.

“Isn’t that a lovely sentiment?” you read, and finally, he began to face you. He was slow and unsure, as if still deciding whether or not he should. “Although I don’t know what you look like, I feel I do know your soul. We have worked hard to establish such a love. I do feel that I love you. Have I ever said it to you before? Well, I’ll say it again.”

Finally, he was looking at you. You glanced up and locked eyes. Joy danced in his and you beamed at him, reciting the next part from memory.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. Who cares what it means to others as long as we know what we mean to each other? Looking forward to your response as always. Yours, Dear Friend.”

“It’s you,” he said quietly, a smile spreading slowly across his face. “It really is you!”

He took two quick strides toward you, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. You laughed and held onto his shoulders. He laughed with delight as well as he twirled you. For a brief moment, you felt like a princess. When he set you down, he kissed you hard. Your arms floated to their usual place around his neck. He kissed you all over, from your lips to your cheeks and jaw, whispering his affection into your skin.

You were overwhelmed by it all. It was perfectly clear to you know - no matter what you did or how you felt, he would love you. You held tight to him as a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Oh, Gwilym, I -” You returned a kiss to his cheek. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry I took so long to tell you. It’s just...that night in Atlanta, when I saw it was you, I didn’t think I…” you trailed off, swallowing a sob.

“I know, my love,” he said, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “I know.”

The elation of this moment was too much. He wasn’t angry. He still loved you. How did you ever get so lucky to have this? And unconditionally?

“You are so good to me,” you choked out. “I promise I’ll do my best every day to make you feel a fraction of the happiness you give to me.”

He chuckled and pulled you into his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head. You’d never felt safer. You’d never felt so at home.

“Darling, don’t you see?” he said gently. “You have already given me everything. You make me the happiest man alive just by being in my arms.”

The wind blew cold around you, but neither of you felt it. You were warm and cozy from your heart to your toes.

This was it. Everything had fallen right into place. You and Dear Friend were one in the same, not two separate identities. It was all you. Gwilym’s heart was fully yours, and yours was fully his. It was as if they traded chests as you embraced.

“Merry Christmas, Gwilym,” you sniffled, a small smile claiming your lips as you realized it was the first of many you would spend together.

He grinned. “Merry Christmas, my Dear Friend.”

You held each other again. Finally, you were at peace.

Peace like a river, blood on the drum

Something will chase me if I choose to run

Something will save me from life after love

Something like time

Something like peace like a river

Peace like a river

And peace in my mind

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angel-princess-anna · 5 years

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Anna x Bates Spoilers for the Film

DOWNTON ABBEY FILM SPOILERS!!

This is from memory obviously and they mostly had a lot of little scenes with the other servants. The order of some of the events might be wrong, sorry. My reaction will be in another post.

*****DOWNTON ABBEY FILM SPOILERS!!*****

Anna’s first scene is she comes in the kitchen, goes to the sink, and leaves.

I’m pretty sure Bates’ first scene is in her next scene, but I can’t remember. At some point the staff are told about the royal visit. A/B have no real reaction to it that I can recall.

The timeline of the film is quite quick btw. It wasn’t like S5CS or S6CS or anything with any real time skips. It would be really hard for me to make an exact timeline like I have for the show (hell, I don’t think it’s even stated it’s 1927 or autumn??). Also, a lot of stuff happens off screen and is just mentioned as happening.

Anyway, there’s some scene at night, and the servants are getting up from the table, and Bates says, “Shall I fetch Johnny or you?” And Anna says she will.

But we don’t get to see their son until the next night. They are heading home for the night, Bates is carrying him, and I think Anna kinda goes in and tickles his leg like she did Charlie in S2E8 [EDIT: I think it’s his arm not is leg, and then she fixes his wee little tie]. The issue is that as they are getting ready to leave, some of the other servants mill around them, so there's frames where they are blocked :/ Also, that scene was color corrected, it it darker than the stills. [EDIT: the second viewing was better than the first in terms of definition, and the scene wasn’t as dark]

Speaking of the stills, the one really shipping looking one is not in the film. Also, Anna and Bates don’t kiss in the film either. And oh, Anna only calls him “Mr Bates”, but it is in a scene where she would have in the TV show. There’s not really any scene where the two of them are really alone together, come to think of it....??

The royal servants come and of course the staff doesn’t like these other people taking over their jobs and being rude to them. Anna and Bates have a couple scenes in the boot room (sigh) and the queen’s dresser is like, oh I am a very good seamstress.

Anna has smaller scenes dressing Mary and Edith where she learns that items have gone missing. She also find the dresser in the drawing room when she goes to fetch gloves Mary left there. Bates has a scene where he helps show the visiting servants in.

When the boiler is broken and hot water has to be carted up stairs and Mary asks Anna if the jug and bowl are too heavy for her. She says it’s not. I don’t think this meant anything as Baxter also comments on how heavy they are too (so when you watch it, don’t think it’s about something else :/)

The royals arrive at some point in here and Anna and Bates are there to greet them with the others. Anna basically tells Molesley to chill.

The chairs for the ceremony/parade arrive in the pouring rain and Anna has a scene to tell someone to fetch Mary. Mary comes and Anna tells her and she’ll help move them, but that Bates can’t. Mary says something about Anna being her friend and says something about how she hopes they are indeed friends. The scene though, lack any poginancy with the moment, imho.

Robert and Merton and some of the others also get their hats and coats on and help with the chairs and they get them to dais. Mary and Anna set them up, and I think they say something about Tom here.

I honestly cannot remember when the wine cellar scene is. There’s a scene where Anna and Bates are telling people to meet them down there, and then they are down there, and they are a little too uncharastically into this scheme. Anna has some things planned already and Thomas offers his help to get rid of the footman (him and Mr Ellis will later do a prank call and get them to leave). They decide not to mess with the personal attentions. Carson doesn’t really approve (he has some other scene where he scolds A/B but I can’t remember exactly when that happens). [EDIT: this is after the parade]

The day of the parade, the staff is downstairs and Anna is already dressed in the pink outfit, but no hat. She says she has to run an errand at the Bakewells’ first (btw, Mr Bakewell is finally on screen at one point! But not this scene, we don’t see Anna go there).

Next we see Anna, she is late for the ceremony part of the parade and pushing her way through the staff to go be in the front. She’s kinda in front of Bates, but gets to sit in a chair. You can’t really see them in much of the crowd shots.

The night of the dinner, the staff’s plan is put into motion. Anna “takes care” of the chef and he goes off for a nap. Mrs Patmore spills sauce on the royal butler page of the backstairs. Anna has Andy go lock the doors to trap them in.

There’s some more group scenes that both Anna and Bates are present as the staff get ready to serve the royals.

Anna dresses Edith for the dinner and it turns out she got the wrong dress for the ball the next day. Anna says to leave it with her. Edith also mentions something is missing from her room.

Johnny’s other scene is the one on the gallery where the nanny is holding and Mary blows a kiss to the all the kids from the great hall before the dinner.

The servants are bustling around. Bates is in the scene when Carson is unsure he really should be the one serving; Anna is in one when they are preparing to get Molesley to go (side note: a long time DA TV show extra got lines in these scenes as the third footman!)

The servants toast in the kitchen. Bates leads the toast and besides the glory of Downton, he also toasts his “beautiful wife”. Buuuuuuut there’s no poignancy to this either. It’s a faaaar cry the Marvelous scene from S3CS. No A/B theme music, not even good camera angle.

Anna tells off the dresser, tell her that she knows that she is behind the thefts. Anna blackmails her into helping Edith and fix her dress. Edith doesn’t know what is up but calls Anna a genius.

Anna gets Mary ready for the night and that’s where Anna’s lines from the trailer happen about the beating heart of Downton and all that jazz. Mary does mention servants leaving but... nope nothing to hint that Anna and Bates might be leaving any point to get the hotel.

The next day, Anna tells off the queen’s dresser again, asking her why she did it.

There’s a servants’ hall scene with them having breakfast.

The servants go to see the royals off. Anna, Bates, and Baxter go to walk off after, and Carson calls Anna over (well he calls her “Mrs Bates” here; he really couldn’t make up is mind in the film to call her by her first or last name and swapped a first times. The visiting servants do call her Mrs Bates).

Carson asks her what she gave the chef, she says a sleeping draught. I wish I was kidding.

... I can’t remember but there miiiight have been a group servant scene after this but if there was, it wasn’t anything important. The servants aren’t in much of the last 10 or so minutes.

The opening credits is the names in alphabetical order, all the original cast + those who were in the opening credits of S6 and Imelda. Then it had the other people's. The ending credits was by appearance. Anna was listed first for her sink scene, as Bates's first scene is with her later. She's "Anna Bates" and he's "Mr Bates" in credits. Johnny (and Caroline Talbot) are not credited, but the other kids are.

If I think of more, I will add it here as an edit.

EDIT: Mushy reminded me that there was the scene where Edith’s dress comes in a big box and Bates tells Anna that Lady Edith’s dressed arrive, and Anna corrects him that Edith’s not the Marchioness of Hexham

And while there is a scene with Anna and Bates together in the boot room, it does not match the still we have (they for one are not alone in there).

EDIT 2: in the scene with the toasting, Bates doesn’t drink wine. He hands wine to Anna, but then he has water.

#downton abbey #da 2019 #da movie spoilers #film: anna x bates #anna x bates #film: anna #film: bates #film: baby bates

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supernatural---imagines · 5 years

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Your Type (Dean Imagine)

hi can i please have a dean x reader where the reader is best friends with charlie and she introduces you to sam and dean (she told you about the hunting) and the reader and dean instantly have this connection and he uses some cheesy pick up line to ask her out and its super fluffy thank you sooooooooooo much you are one of the few active supernatural blogs

Dean fic where you aren’t interested in meeting the boys cause youre friends with charlie and are mad at them for ruining her life, but then fall for dean?

I dont know if anyone out there still cares but i recently found the password to this blog that i lost 2 years ago. Im sure none of you are active anymore but heres a dean fic in case anyone is? I started this like 2/3 years ago...

“Hey Charlie?” You called to your best friend through the hall of her apartment, having just woken up from your room where you had been staying for the past few days.

“In here!” She shouted back from the living room. You wandered in spotting the clock on the wall noticing how long you had been sleeping for. Charlie was sitting on her couch with her foot up on the coffee table lacing her boots up.

“Headed somewhere?”

“Im off to see Sam and Dean, they called this morning they need help with a case” she answered

“Oh god not all that monster crap” You replied with dread in your voice. Charlie had got pulled into this insane life by these two boys about a year ago now. As her best friend, she told you everything and you would have thought she was mad if she hadn’t shown you cold hard evidence. You slightly despised these men. Your friend was happy, in a good job, enjoying her life for the first time in a while, then they showed up and took that all away from her forcing her to leave her life behind.

“Yes, monster crap.” She rolled her eyes at you. “Look, I know you don’t really like the brothers, but honestly they’re like my family. You should come along and meet them, you wont have to do any hunting they’ve got a pretty neat set up and you can kick back for a few days”

“I’m not sure..”

“They’re also both totally hot and single! Dean is so your type” She teased.

“I don’t like them, i will definitely not be getting with either of them. But ill come along for you.” You agreed hesitantly.

About 45 minutes later, you arrived at your destination. It would be so easy to miss if you weren’t aware of exactly where it is. Charlie got out of the car and gave you a reassuring smile before heading down the steps towards the door. You had expressed your nerves to her about meeting the boys in the car ride down.

She knocked on the door and was greeted by a tall man with longer hair. A huge smile beamed across his face as he scooped charlie up in a hugged as he greeted her happily. You stood back from the door not really sure how the man would receive you.

“Sam this is my friend, y/n. I’ve told you guys about her before. She’s been staying with me so i brought her along i hope thats ok.” Charlie explained to Sam as she stepped away from the hug and took a few steps towards you.

“Yes of course, hey y/n” Sam smiled at you extending his hand for you to shake it. You were kind of taken back. Unless this guy is an incredible manipulative actor, he does not seem like the type of man who would have destroyed Charlie’s life.

Sam invited you all inside where his brother, who must have been Dean, was standing at the bottom of the staircase, who greeted charlie just as happily as his brother did. You took in the surroundings of the Winchesters home, as Charlie explained who you were to the other brother. It was incredible, it was a massive underground building and definitely had Tardis style architecture. You were instantly drawn to the massive world map table that was located in the middle of the room, in front of a library type room.

Dean said his hellos to you, much less receptive of you than Sam was. You were kind of hoping he’d be just as friendly because Charlie was right, he was your type. You all sat around the table in the library for around an hour, done some quick catching up and some getting to know you before they dove into the case they were working. Charlie needed to help Sam hack into a security system as he just couldn't crack it alone, as the Winchesters needed to break into a facility to steal some weapon to kill some monster or other. You didn’t pay much attention to the details, to be honest you couldn’t as it was all still quite confusing to you.

“I’ll take Charlie to the site tonight so she can figure out what she needs to break this, and if she can do it we will come back in the early hours and break in. Sound good?” Sam explained his plan to his brother. He nodded in agreement and got up off his seat in sync with Charlie and Sam who started to head off.

“Alright follow me and i’ll put the TV on for you in Sam’s room, food and beer is in the fridge help yourself.” Dean said before he started off in the direction of the hall.

“Umm Dean?” You called, he stopped and turned round. “I don’t mean to be rude, but this place creeps me out a little and I’m not a crazy hunter who’s not afraid of anything, so if you’re not busy would you mind staying with me?” You spoke this half truth, yeah it was true that you didn’t want to be in this place alone, you didn’t know it at all and it was quite uncomfortable to be left in someone’s bedroom. But at the same time, you could help but remember Charlie saying how Dean was single.. and he definitely was your type.

“Look, i’m going to be honest. I don’t know you, and sometimes I don’t take too kindly to strangers. But Charlie is like a little sister to me and if you’re her friend then i guess i want you to be comfortable.” He started towards the kitchen and you followed him in. “We’ll grab a beer and... get to know each other” he said almost through gritted teeth. Yeah, he was right about not being the most welcoming.

You sat down at the kitchen table and Dean set down a beer in front of you before he went off down the hall and came back with a cassette player, and stuck in an ACDC tape. You smiled and expressed your love for the band, and once you began talking music, Dean started to relax a bit. You talked for around an hour, and the previously off standish Dean had started laughing and joking. He explained a bit more about hunting and how he met Charlie.

“I’m going to be honest Dean, once you came into Charlie’s life everything got a little but fucked up and I kind of hated you both a bit for it..” You brought the laughter to a halt.

“Believe me, no one hates us more for that than ourselves.” Dean said bowing his head. You regretted bringing this up. He took a swig of his beer after shaking his head a little, clearly this was a hard subject to deal with. The whole time you were hating them for ruining Charlie’s life they were hating themselves 10 times harder, you had never actually considered that they never ever wanted to do that.

You reached your hand across the table and placed it on top of Dean’s. The many beers you’d put away giving you the confidence to touch this magnificently attractive man in an attempt to comfort him. He brought his eyes to yours suspiciously, not understanding what was going on.

“I didn’t mean to upset you” You started to apologize when he snatched his hand away to fish out his phone that was vibrating in his pocket.

It was sam explaining Charlie can hack the system with everything they have with them, and Sam is going to go in alone tonight, then they’ll stay in a near by hotel and will be back in the morning.

“Looks like it’s just you and me tonight kid” Dean remarked, finishing off his beer. You smiled to yourself, you’d come to quite like this man and a night of just you and him didn’t sound too bad.

An hour later you found your self in Dean’s bedroom, however not in the way you had hoped. You were both sitting on the edge of his bed watching Batman. Somehow you ended up on the topic of this film and how long it had been since you both seen it, and it just so happened Dean had the DVD.

“I’m sorry..” you interrupted the film “I know you like batman but MAN am I rooting for the Joker so hard right now”

“You’re a horrible person” Dean said sarcastically

“Oi!” You yelled, gently punching his arm to express your annoyance at his comment. He nudged you back instantly on the shoulder pushing you backwards onto the bed. You yelled out his name with a laugh and pulled him down with you, wrestling around for a minute before he pinned your wrists above your head and the smiles both faded from your faces. He was leaning over you, his eyes searching in yours looking for permission to kiss you. You leaned up slightly and he brought his lips to yours, kissing you passionately before letting go of your wrists to trace his hands over your body. He melted into the kiss as his hands felt every inch of you, sliding up your shirt to feel your breasts over your bra. You grabbed the back of his neck forcing him to sink even deeper into the kiss. He paused and pulled away from your lips, as his hand moved away from under your shirt and lingered on the button of your pants, as he looked into your eyes. You smirked and nodded your head at him before he undid the button and ripped them off you.

The next morning you were woken at 6am by Dean’s alarm, you groaned as you rolled over to smack it to shut it up. You looked beside you and saw a half awake Dean, who was completely naked under the blankets, with messy bed head and an annoyed look on his face from the screeching alarm. Beer bottles, snack wrappers and a whiskey bottle were littered over the floor. As you sat up your hangover suddenly became apparent to you as you moaned a little before forcing yourself to get out of the bed.

“Mornin” he grumbled as he picked up a pillow and put it over his face and rolled over. You laughed to yourself and got up, throwing on Deans plaid shirt and your underwear. The smile didn’t leave your lips as you put the clothes on, the memories of last night spent with Dean was one of the best you’d had in a long while.

You left Dean to sleep a bit longer, and walked out of the bedroom making your way to the kitchen to find coffee. You didn’t notice Sam and Charlie sitting down with some breakfast before it was too late, they’d spotted you in the older Winchester’s shirt and no pants. “I told you he was your type” Charlie giggled, erupting laughter from Sam as your face turned red from embarrassment.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #dean winchester one shot #supernatural

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markwatkinsconsumerguide · 5 years

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Consumer Guide / No.84 / Derbyshire-based artist Gina Marsh with Mark Watkins.

MW : You are a self-employed artist. How did you start out and how have you developed your style?

GM : I’ve always enjoyed drawing and my grandma was friends with a local watercolour artist, Margaret Hurd, who - despite being deaf - used to give me a few pointers when she dropped in for a cup of tea. I must have only been about seven years old but I remember her teaching me how to draw eyes.

My style is very versatile, has to be for murals really and adaptable to whatever look the client wants to achieve. If I'm painting for myself it's a different matter. Then I can be more messy, creative and hands-on using an oil and acrylic mix.

MW : Where do your pictures "hang"?

GM : I've done murals for private houses, a climbing wall in Sheffield, in bars and restaurants, hotels, shops, schools, hairdressers, beauty salons, Chatsworth House and for Mars at a convention in Barcelona, Spain.

MW : Where do you get your inspiration from?

GM : I draw inspiration for my own work from the local moorland and the idea of tempestuous relationships, passion and the darker side of human emotions.

MW : Do you work from a brief?

GM : If I'm doing a mural for someone I usually work from a commission or idea the client has of which I have some input and suggestion regarding composition, colour and detail etc.

MW : Tell me about your book collection...

GM : I've over 100, though I keep trying to be ruthless and pass them on after reading unless they are of sentimental value or useful for reference. As for genres : - novels, crime, drama, thriller, health & wellbeing, mental health, psychology, philosophy... OOH! and cook books - Diana Henry and Claudia Roden being amongst my most used. By the way, I love browsing in Waterstones!

https://www.waterstones.com/

MW : What are your Top 10 books?

GM : There are so many good books, it's so hard to choose just ten!

10) Paulo Coelho ~ Eleven Minutes (2005)

9) George Melly ~ Slowing Down (2005)

8) Andrea Levy ~ Small Island (2004)

7) Paul Kalanithi ~ When Breath Becomes Air (2016)

6) Henry Marsh ~ Do No Harm : Stories Of Life, Death And Brain Surgery (2014)

5) Gail Honeyman ~ Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine (2017)

4) Emily Bronte ~ Wuthering Heights (1847)

I'm such a cliché! one of my grandma’s influences. She bought me a lovely red leather bound edition of Wuthering Heights when I was way too young to read it but when I finally did, long after she had departed, it made a huge impact on me.

3) Adam Kay ~ This Is Going To Hurt : Secret Diaries Of A Junior Doctor (2017)

2) Albert Ellis ~ Overcoming Destructive Beliefs, Feelings And Behaviours (2001)

1) Albert Ellis ~ How To Stubbornly Refuse To Make Yourself Miserable About Anything. Yes Anything! (1996)

I've chosen this as I was introduced to Albert Ellis and rational emotive behaviour therapy by my Dad (who worked in this field) and it's a great practical realist guide to dealing with our emotions. Ellis teaches that we irrationally disturb ourselves with our thinking and how we can learn to unconditionally accept ourselves rather than criticising our actions and thoughts. He teaches cognitive reframing and conscious choice. Best of all, he does it with humour and encourages us not to take ourselves too seriously.

I must also add .. although I've yet to buy any of his books... just listen to his lectures on You Tube...Alan Watts - amazing!

Alan Watts was a philosopher who interpreted Eastern philosophy for Western audiences, whom I've just discovered. I want to marry that man! Shame he died the same year I was born! He wrote loads of interesting books on public ethics, the meaning of life and our relationship with the universe.

MW : What music do you enjoy?

GM : Depends what I'm in the mood for but I always love a bit of Kate Bush!

MW : What was the first record you bought?

GM : UB40's Red Red Wine (1983) although the 1967 version by Neil Diamond is much more emotive but I didn't know that when I was 10! In fact, if I'm totally truthful - though loathe to admit it, as it is not cool in any conceivable way - perhaps my first record might have been a Mini Pops album. Shameful.

MW : Tell me about the last movie you saw...

GM : It was Eaten By Lions - I watched it in Sheffield. Although there are two independent cinemas close by in Derbyshire (where I Live) which are much nicer! The Ritz in Belper, and The Northern Light in Wirksworth.

http://www.ritz-belper.co.uk/

https://www.thenorthernlightcinema.co.uk/

MW : What’s your favourite pub?

GM : Locally, there's a great pub up the road in Bonsall called the Barley Mow. They have an annual Hen Racing competition and it's said to be a hotspot for UFO sightings - though they brew their own beer so it could be something to do with that! Live music, acoustic nights, good pub food and a feisty landlady with a lot of charisma. It's tiny but has a lot of character.

https://www.barleymowbonsall.co.uk/

MW : What’s your favourite restaurant?

GM : Stones in Matlock if I'm keeping it local.

http://www.stones-restaurant.co.uk/

MW : What’s your favourite nightclub?

GM : Nightclub???? Well that definitely wouldn't be in Matlock ...aren't I too old now? I don't know ... Chinawhite daaaahling... never been.

https://www.chinawhite.com/

MW : What’s your favourite supermarket?

GM : Do people have favourite supermarkets? Depends on how affluent I'm feeling, Marks and Sparks? Waitrose? They have different nice things in. Realistically Aldi.

MW : What’s your favourite newspaper?

GM : BBC Radio 4 - for interesting debates and panel shows ; when I'm not being ancient - BBC Radio 1 for the charts on Fridays.

MW : What’s your favourite magazine?

GM : Used to be Dazed & Confused, Grazia, Woman & Home ... Damn! These questions are an eye opener for me just what a geriatric I've become, ha ha. I'm going to have to start telling fibs - Vanity Fair.

MW : Have you ever been in a hot air balloon?

GM : Yes, over The Clifton Suspension Bridge (spanning the Avon Gorge and Avon River) for my Dad’s 70th birthday. Very peaceful - all you could hear were barking dogs. I noticed lots of people in Bristol had outdoor swimming pools. We landed in a field of llamas which was entertaining.

MW : What’s the best advice you've received?

GM : To love one another. To remember everyone has their own agenda. Oh, and to be more selfish and stop running around so much - both of which I would love to be and do - but I’m not managing it thus far!

MW : Which famous people have you met?

GM : George Melly. Thora Hird and the cast from Last Of The Summer Wine when I was doing make-up at Shepperton Studios, in Surrey - and Peter Andre ... oh dear.

MW : ...who would you like to have met / meet?

GM : Much easier to answer! Charlie Chaplin - a genius and funny. Russell Howard, Billy Connolly, Dave Allen, Dawn French (all comedians), symbolist painter Gustav Klimt, philosopher Alan Watts, Alan Watts, psychologist Albert Ellis plus TV presenter (and political commentator) Andrew Marr.

They'd be fun and have a lot to talk about!

https://www.facebook.com/Gina-marsh-Artist-1197910996966231/

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Lucas Friar moved back to Texas at 17, now he’s running for Mayor of Rosewood Springs so best friend Zay and little sister Gigi decide he needs a little help from a political consultant.

Riley Matthews found her calling, she found a fiancé, but she never expected to find herself here, of all places.

Cross-posted to FF.net | Soundtrack | Past Chapters

-I hope you understand-

Lucas had changed into jeans and a t-shirt, he grabbed the hoodies before he went downstairs, already smelling dinner from the kitchen, finding Riley putting together a meal from the leftovers they had from the night before.

He watched her for a moment, she had her jeans on, a purple t-shirt, her hair was down, loose not styled, just her natural curls.

What he wouldn’t give to be able to walk up behind her, place his hand on her hips, brush her hair away from her neck with his other hand and kiss the back of her neck, feeling her quiver with pleasure at his touch.

“Hey” She smiled when she saw him, “I just threw a few things together. You know I kind of miss cooking, I don’t do it that often. I usually end up in a hotel and at tons of different dinners to collect money from donors, this is nice.”

“I’m glad you think so, if you’re here for long you might not after a while.” He put the hoodies down on a chair, “Thank you for putting this together.”

“It’s nothing major.” She handed him a plate, “Mostly reheating.”

God, he wanted to kiss her, screw the movies, let him make love to her all night long, but he couldn’t, no he couldn’t jeopardize her future, if Dave makes her happy, then who was Lucas to get in the way of that.

A man who could make her a million times happier than Corn Chip Dave.

“So, does Dave watch Chris Evans movies with you?”

“Sometimes, when we have time we’ll both stream the same movie or TV show.” Riley explained, “Sometimes it’s easier to do that kind of stuff when I’m away, which is a lot of the time.”

Lucas nodded as if he understood, he didn’t. How could Dave spend so much time away from Riley, wouldn’t he want to be with her as much as possible?

“I mean when we’re in the city together, we’re just so jampacked with dinners, and family stuff we have to do the catch up with everyone. Thank God for Maya and Charlie, without them our date nights would be filled with lawyers and politicians.”

“I always thought that Maya and your Uncle Josh were going to end up together, what happened?”

“Josh and Maya, they were friends, they are friends, but they’ve never been at the same place emotionally at the same time. And one day, Maya and Charlie got put together on a project for class, and next thing you know he’s got the big ask going for Prom, and they’ve been together ever since, two kids now.”

“And Josh, did he find someone?”

“He’s dating one of the teachers at Abigail Adams, where he is also a teacher, so he gets to hang out with my Dad, a lot. It’s good for them, I think.” Riley smiled pushing her hair behind her ear, “What about Gigi, she hasn’t mentioned any guys, is their one she’s got her eye on?”

“If there is she hasn’t mentioned it to me or Zay.” Lucas sighed, “I mean she dated this kid in high school Tyler, but he went off to school in California I think. I don’t know if it was ever serious between them.”

“What even is serious between two people in high school?” Her heart raced, knowing that she had felt they were serious, more serious than they probably ever realized.

“We were serious.” He looked up, “Life had other plans I guess.”

“I guess so.” She took a final sip of her water, “We should probably get going.”

“You’re right.” He took her plate to the sink along with his, rinsing them before loading them in the dishwasher, “I um, I grabbed a hoodie for you.”

“Thank you.” She smiled before he handed her the old sports gray hoodie with the familiar print, “You still have this? I loved wearing this.”

“I know, I remembered.” He put his hand on the small of her back as they moved to leave the house.

“I can’t believe you still have this.”

“I’ll be honest, it’s been in my closet for ages, I um wore it like every day the first few weeks I was back here, but then it,” he stopped himself, “It um felt weird, especially when I made the team here to wear this.”

Riley hugged the hoodie close, remembering the nights sitting on her fire escape or roof looking up at the sky void of stars thanks to the light pollution of the city, but remembering the feel of Lucas’ arms around her.

Lucas put the radio on while they drove into town. Cheerful country songs played, nothing holding any memories thankfully as they pulled into the parking lot for the theater.

“Nice” Riley commented as she looked at the newer structure.

“Well we’re a small town, but we love movies around here, so they upgraded it about five years ago,” Lucas explained as he pulled on his own hoodie, watching Riley out of the corner of his eye as she pulled on the one he’d given her.

“How about I get the tickets and you get the snacks.” Riley suggested as they walked into the building.

“That works for me. Do you need corn chips?”

Riley rolled her eyes, “Popcorn and,”

“Chocolate.” He smiled as he moved towards the snack counter to place the order.

“Lucas it’s great to see you again” the voice was as thick as syrup and he cringed as he heard it.

“Hi Dixie.” He didn’t turn around.

“So, you all alone?” She tried to hide her smile at the thought.

“No, Riley is getting the tickets.” He accepted his card from the concessionaire, slipping it into his wallet as he grabbed the small popcorn and box of chocolate, along with the large Cherry Coke.

“Hey honey” Riley came up to him, kissing his cheek, “Oh hi again, Dixie, right?”

Dixie frowned, ugh this New York bitch, “Hi, what are you seeing?”

“The new Chris Evans.” Riley slipped her arm around Lucas trying to ignore the heat she felt from him.

Dixie took the sight of them in, trying not to roll her eyes, “My Grandmother loves Chris Evans; nice hoodie, bring it from New York?”

“Actually, Lucas had it waiting for me.” Riley smiled, not knowing just how true those words were.

Dixie couldn’t believe that Lucas would be interested in this woman, was this what he wanted, some stuck up New Yorker? “Well enjoy, I heard it got awful reviews.” She was about to leave when she stopped and turned to Lucas, “I hope Gigi has been saving all her pennies, because I have, and I plan on giving her a real run for her money at the auction.”

“I think Gigi is sitting this year out, Riley will be bidding on me.”

Dixie scoffed, “Is that so, well we’ll see if the best woman wins the good Doctor here this year.”

Riley stepped forward having put a few pieces together, “Dixie, don’t worry, I will.”

Dixie’s nostrils flared for a moment before she walked away too angry to say anything else.

“I don’t like her” Riley confessed as they moved towards the theater.

“I can tell, it’s weird she comes around and you get all, never mind.”

“I get all what?”

Lucas smirked, “Pearl Harbor.” Before leading her into the theater to find seats.

Pearl Harbor, what on earth did that mean? Riley tried to place it as they sat down, she automatically pulled the armrest up that was between them.

Lucas watched as she tried to figure out what he meant, he knew it wasn’t an obvious statement, and she would protest it once she figured it out.

“Lucas” Riley said softly, turning towards him, “Look at me as if I’m the only woman you have ever wanted to make love to, the woman you want to marry.”

Lucas smiled nervously, looking at her the way he did when she wasn’t watching, “Why?” he breathed softly.

Riley gazed into his eyes, amazed at how easily he pulled this off as she reached up to caress his cheek with the backs of her fingers before kissing him. It was slow, soft, as she let herself have this moment. Feeling him run his fingers into her hair as he held her in the kiss. She pulled away, “Dixie was watching.”

“She’ll probably watch more of us than the movie.” He put his arm around her, encouraging her to rest her head on his shoulder, God he’d missed this.

Riley reached for the soda taking a sip, “Cherry Coke, you remembered.”

“Of course, how could I forget?” he looked down at her, those brown eyes, everything he wanted in the world, every secret he’d ever had were held in them, “Riley, I…”

“Sneak attack.” She blurted out, “Missy, that’s what you meant by Pearl Harbor, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” He shrugged as the coming attractions began.

The movie played and they made their way quickly through the popcorn and chocolate mixed together. Somewhere during the middle of the movie, Riley slipped her hand into the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie the way she used to when they were dating. Lucas was sure she didn’t even realize she did it as he played with her hair as they watched the movie.

This was too easy, the way they could fall into these moments. Maybe it was easy for a reason, because this was exactly where they were meant to be together. Or it was easy in a way to test them, test their resolve.

Lucas didn’t know how much longer her could hold on to what resolve he had. She would break him, and she wouldn’t even be trying to that which was the real kicker.

When the movie was over they gathered their trash, “Hey you want to check out the Wild Z?”

“I would love to, I’m curious to really see it. I mean I’ve seen pictures on Instagram and stuff, but you know I would love to see it in person.” She told him as they ventured outside into the summer air.

He put his arm around her as they walked down the street, Riley stopped him as they got outside of Zay’s bar, “Hand me your phone.”

“Why?” He pulled it out from his pocket.

“We’re doing the couple thing and taking a selfie.” She told him before she felt him lift her up the way he used to whenever she wanted to take a selfie with him. He was stronger how, she could feel it in his large hands. She snapped a shot of her smiling, hiding her face against his neck.

She for a second thought about not posting it, but no she took it for the sole purpose of doing so. She quickly typed a caption and posted it.

“What happens if Dave sees that?” Lucas slid his phone into his back pocket, already making the mental note to print out a copy of that picture as soon as he could.

“Well he never goes on Instagram, and he would have to be following you, which I’ve been on his account—he had me post a picture of his boat for him once. All he follows are corn chip companies and boat accounts.” She tried not to roll her eyes, but it happened none the less.

Lucas filed that away, perhaps things were not as peachy between Riley and Dave as he thought. Then again how could they after that cheap ring Dave gave her.

Riley was surprised how busy the Wild Z was on a Sunday night.

“Not a lot to do in town, it’s movies or the bar.” Lucas leaned into her, “It’s not as wild as a Saturday night, but also the college kids are home, so you know they’ve got a totally different schedule then all us actual adults.”

Riley giggled, “Gosh, this is amazing. Zay did all of this?”

“Gigi helped, she’s studying interior design, she’s got a great eye.”

“She really does” Riley followed Lucas to the bar.

Zay was mixing a batch of margaritas when he looked up and saw Riley and Lucas, “What are you two doing here?”

“We just got out from the new Chris Evans movie, thought we could come and check this place out.” Riley sat on a barstool with Lucas next to her.

Zay smirked, “Riley I ordered something special for you, give me a minute and I’ll get you a glass.”

“What nothing special for me?” Lucas feigned feeling hurt.

Zay rolled his eyes as he came back and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, “You see Lucas, I know a little secret about our girl Riley here. She loves one wine above all others. She’ll drink other, but this is the one that will always bring a smile to her face.”

Riley hid her face in her hands, “You didn’t.”

“I did.” Zay put the lass in front of her before pouring the pink, bubbly wine for her.

“What is that?” Lucas tried to see the bottle but he couldn’t see the label.

“Pink Moscato” Riley smiled, “It’s sweet, peachy, bubbly…”

“So, it’s the Riley of wines.” Lucas watched as she blushed as he pushed her hair away from her face before he kissed her gently, a short one, “Dixie just came in.”

“Gosh it’s almost as if she’s just waiting to catch us not acting like a couple.” Riley gazed into his eyes, noticing a softness she hadn’t seen since they were in high school as Zay placed a beer in front of Lucas.”

“Well, I guess she’s just going to have to wait until November.” Lucas smiled.

Riley blinked, “Um yeah, November.”

Gigi came up to Zay, her eyes on her brother and Riley, “What are they doing?”

“Gazing into each other’s stupid eyes.” He chuckled, he couldn’t believe these two idiots, his best friends were going to trick themselves into falling in love with each other all over again.

“Smooth move Friar.” Maya giggled to herself as she scrolled through Instagram, double tapping the image before scrolling on. The kids were in bed, Charlie was working on something in the living room while she went into the kitchen.

“What’s so interesting on your phone.” Charlie came into the kitchen, grabbing a juice from the fridge.

“Oh, just this picture of this sickeningly sweet couple.” Maya waved it off, “So Dave is really planning his and Riley’s wedding?”

“Yeah he wants them to get married on the new boat.” Charlie shrugged it off.

Maya put her phone on the counter before getting something down from a cabinet, “Has he told Riley about the new boat?”

“I think he wanted to surprise her when she gets back.”

Maya shook her head, “That woman is probably never coming back.”

“What, what does that mean Maya?”

“Nothing, I just mean she’s got a new client to consult and before you know it she might be back for what a week if that before she’s off to the next one.” Maya opened the jar and took a handful of trail mix. “I guess I still haven’t warmed up to the idea of Riley and Dave.”

“They’re getting married Maya, she’s your best friend, he’s my best friend. Just think we’re going to see them all the time, all those couple vacations we’ll get to enjoy on that nice boat.”

“It’s a yacht,” Maya rolled her eyes, “And where would the kids being during these great couple vacations?”

“My mom loves to take them whenever she can.” Charlie reminded Maya as she left the room.

“I’ll keep that in mind, I’m off to bed, the kids and I have a busy day tomorrow.” She called to him.

“I’ll be in, in a few minutes.” Charlie called out as he picked up her phone to put it on the charger. He was checking to see how full the battery was when he saw the picture she’d just liked.

Was that Lucas Friar? More importantly was that Riley Matthews cuddled up to him?

Charlie pulled out his own phone, looking up the account on his, and stared for a moment. If he was just scrolling mindlessly he might think it was a picture from years ago, except it was obvious that Riley and Lucas were grown adults.

He clicked share, sending the post to Dave.

No idea what’s going on, why is Riley with Lucas Friar? I thought she was working on a new campaign. I’m sorry buddy.

Charlie felt a wave of guilt as he put his own phone on the charger, wondering if maybe he hadn’t just done something to hurt his best friend, or even worse bring on the wrath of his wife.

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tortuga-aak · 6 years

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Charlie Rose, a TV icon, is accused of improper behavior by former interns

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Three women who formerly interned for Charlie Rose told Business Insider that they experienced inappropriate behavior.

One spoke of Rose touching her legs in the back of the car as he had his driver drive her to her college dormitory. Two others spoke of Rose opening the door to his home wearing nothing but a bathrobe and inviting them in.

The allegations are distinct from those reported by The Washington Post, but similar in nature: namely, the women were all seeking professional opportunities from the TV legend.

Delivering research to Rose's home was 'the worst job,' one intern said, because of his reputation.

Charlie Rose, the television news icon, is facing accusations of lewd and inappropriate behavior leveled in eight accounts provided to The Washington Post.

Business Insider has other stories to report.

Three women have told Business Insider of their experiences while interning for Rose, or seeking to work for him, in 2005, 2008 and 2010. One said Rose touched her legs inappropriately as he was dropping her off at a dormitory in New York City, and then on a separate occasion when she sought career advice, invited her to his hotel room late in the evening.

Another says he invited her to dinner to discuss career opportunities, had him meet her at his townhouse, and greeted her at the door in a bathrobe and invited her into his home.

A third woman also says Rose greeted her at the door in a bathrobe while she was delivering research to his apartment as an intern and invited her in, something she declined.

The accounts are distinct from those reported by Irin Carmon and Amy Brittain at The Washington Post. Carmon and Brittain also describe Rose groping women or walking around nude in their presence. It's not clear whether the women Business Insider spoke to are among the eight women who spoke to The Post. During the course of our reporting, sources told us other publications were looking in to Charlie Rose.

The stories share some similar characteristics. The women were young, and drawn to Rose by the promise of opportunities — knowing that working for him could provide a huge boost to their careers. Rose, 75, is a broadcast television icon, and now hosts his own show on PBS and Bloomberg Television during which he interviews world leaders, artists, and celebrities. He is also an anchor of “CBS This Morning” and the network’s news magazine “60 Minutes.”

The women we spoke with said they were prompted to speak out after other women in the entertainment and media industries spoke out about mistreatment by powerful men, namely Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein.

"I grew up watching [Charlie Rose] and thought it was a great opportunity," said one of the women, who interned at "Charlie Rose" in 2005. "It looks great on the resume. He’s revered in the industry and really respected."

They did not report the incidents because they didn't want to harm their chances of getting professional opportunities in the future. They still worry about that. All three women spoke to Business Insider only on the condition that they are provided anonymity because they fear reprisals if they publicly accuse one of television's most well-known journalists of improper behavior. Business Insider has also spoken with several other women who either say they have stories to tell, or whose names have come up while reporting this story, but they would not go on the record or elaborate.

CBS, PBS and Bloomberg have all said they have suspended Rose.

Rose tweeted a statement, which was also published in The Washington Post. It is embedded in full below:

Tweet Embed: https://twitter.com/mims/statuses/932747035069034496?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw My statement in full. http://pic.twitter.com/3kvFrqF2dT

A spokesman for Rose declined to add further comment when contacted by Business Insider.

None of the women Business Insider spoke with filed a workplace complaint against Rose. No complaints have been filed against him at New York City's Commission on Human Rights, which is one of the groups that takes complaints about workplace harassment.

But this is not the first time Rose has been accused of inappropriate behavior with women.

In 2007, entertainment magazine Radar published a story titled “Toxic Bachelors” in which Rose was described as having groped a woman at a dinner party. The story, which refers to the women who produce his show as "Charlie's Angel's" prompted a request for a retraction from David Boies, Rose's lawyer at the time. Boies represents other powerful media executives, including Harvey Weinstein.

Radar did not retract its story.

Job opportunities

Rose's show is filmed in a studio at the headquarters of Bloomberg LP, the data and news company owned by the former mayor of New York, Michael Bloomberg. There he can often be seen on his way to and from the TV studio surrounded by a group of often young, attractive women, according to people who have worked there.

Interns’ tasks ranged from providing research for Rose for his interviews to greeting guests, getting coffee and cleaning up after the broadcast, former interns said.

One of the women was interning for the show in the summer of 2010, while a college student in New York City. She conducted research for his interviews at the headquarters of Bloomberg LP and says he took a liking to her early on.

After an interview with a guest who had come on to discuss international affairs, he would ask what she thought of the interview. Though flattered at the time, eight years later she finds it strange that Rose — who speaks with policymakers and experts — cared what a 21-year-old student thought.

“Looking back, why on earth did he want to talk to a 21-year-old about this?” she said in a telephone interview. “Maybe I was naïve.”

When Rose found out that her internship was ending before the summer, he suggested they get lunch to talk about job opportunities. She recalls being ecstatic; the other interns told her that getting lunch with Rose was unusual.

Then, Rose asked to reschedule the lunch to dinner.

"I told my dad that it had turned into a dinner," she said, and "and he said: 'be careful, and don’t drink alcohol.'"

At dinner, Rose discussed job opportunities, and got a sense of what her ambitions were, she said.

He told her: "I’d like to get a job for you," she said.

Then he offered to have his driver drive her back to her dormitory. Once they were in the car, Rose "put his hand on my knee and thigh," she said. She felt uncomfortable, she said, but also thought, "maybe it’s grandfatherly."

The summer passed, and she reached back out to Rose to discuss a potential job, which he had previously discussed with her as her internship ended.

He e-mailed her that he’d like to meet with her to discuss the job at his hotel around 7 or 8 p.m. She didn’t see the message until around 10 p.m. or 11 p.m., and when she replied at that hour he responded that she could come see him then.

The woman says she called her parents to ask for advice, and her mother said that they should reschedule. The woman says she pushed back against her mother’s advice at first, thinking she didn’t realize how important it was to accommodate a busy man like Rose who could open doors for her professionally.

In the end, she ended up not going to see Rose, and never heard back from him again.

The woman, who currently does not work in the television industry, said she was not able to retrieve the e-mails to share them with Business Insider. She declined to put Business Insider in touch with her parents.

Meeting at the townhouse

The second woman, ending her internship in 2005, sought Rose out at Bloomberg's headquarters on 59th Street and Lexington Avenue in New York to ask for advice on getting a job at "60 Minutes," which he sometimes hosts.

Rose, who was in his 60s at the time, suggested they get dinner together that night, she said, later asking her to meet him first at his townhouse in Manhattan.

Getting dinner with Rose was certainly out of the ordinary since he had little face time with interns on a day-to-day basis. But Rose and this woman had met for lunch once.

She drove her mother’s car from her parents’ home in New Jersey, where she was living at the time, to Rose’s townhouse in the Manhattan. He opened the door to his home in a white bathrobe – like one, she says, that you’d find at a hotel.

"Come in," she remembers him telling her. "I still have to get dressed upstairs."

She felt uncomfortable with the situation but waited for him downstairs while he got dressed.

"He was my dad’s age," she said.

Rose drove her in his car to a West Village restaurant that he said he frequented, where they ate dinner and shared a bottle of wine. When the bill came, Rose said couldn't pay the bill and because the restaurant only accepted cash, she ended up paying, she said.

As an intern, she was unpaid, a common practice in the media industry at the time. (Rose and his production company settled a class-action lawsuit in 2012 brought by unpaid interns.)

The woman returned to her parents’ home that night feeling shaken and recounted what happened, according to her mother, who spoke separately with Business Insider.

But there was no talk of reporting the incident, odd as it was, the mother said.

Asked why, the mother said: “He is a powerful man, and she was an intern. She was very fortunate to have an internship with him. To the extent that he could be helpful, he could also be hurtful.”

The woman’s conversations with Rose did not lead to a job, and she found a job outside the company after her internship ended shortly thereafter.

'The worst job'

The third woman's incident with Rose occurred when she brought research — also as an intern — to his apartment at the Sherry Netherland Hotel on Manhattan's Central Park West. This was during an afternoon in the late winter — February or March — of 2008, she said.

"That was the worst job," she said because Rose had a reputation among some of the interns of being inappropriate.

When the woman, 21, arrived, Rose opened the door wearing nothing but a light-colored bathrobe, which was closed, she said. It appeared that he had just emerged from the shower.

He invited her into his apartment, and she declined. "I was so shocked,” she said, recalling the incident. “It was weird because he knew someone was coming over … It made me feel uncomfortable.” It was common for interns to deliver Rose research personally to his apartment in the afternoons before the show began taping, multiple people who worked there said. Rose usually was not present at the show before then.

The woman's father told Business Insider that she told him about the experience around the time it occurred nearly a decade ago.

The woman said that she had no one to report Rose's misconduct to.

"He was the star of the show," she said. "Who do you go talk to about the star of the show?"

She was also an intern at the time, making any complaint all the more likely that she wouldn't get hired full time. "You need them more than they need you," she said.

The three women who spoke with Business Insider said they did not report their accounts to anyone in charge. Yvette Vega, Rose's longtime executive producer, told The Washington Post that she regretted not supporting the women whose accounts she had heard of.

“I should have stood up for them,” Vega told The Post. “I failed. It is crushing. I deeply regret not helping them.”

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LEARN DIALOGUE IN 10 MINUTES

“LEARN DIALOGUE IN 10 MINUTES” | The Backstory, Screenwriting Staffing

via Screenwriting Staffing by Founder of Screenwriting Staffing, Jacob N. Stuart

Hollywood has a short attention span. Unlike writers, who think they have all day to sit and ponder, plotting out their next script, or revising and revising a screenplay until their fingers are numb, the truth is: THEY DON’T. So in between your writing breaks (or more like looking yourself up on Google) take 10 minutes to learn the key recipes for success when writing dialogue.

SUBTEXT. Ben: “You can never ask me to stop drinking. You understand?” Sera: “I do.” – (“Leaving Las Vegas”, Oscar Winner.)

I think this is one of my favorite line(s) in ANY movie. Any dialogue examples will only make sense to the reader if the reader has watched the film. But for anyone who has seen ‘Leaving Las Vegas’, this quick, yet intense exchange of words, holds invaluable subtext. Ben’s line is on-the-nose, and purposely done. We know he’s lost his wife, son and job. He has sold his belongings, and methodically plans to kill himself in Vegas by use of the bottle, no exceptions. But when Sera says “I do”, does she understand? The words “I do” is only a quick fix, an answer that clearly masks how she feels, but can momentarily end this conversation. Sera is not concerned about his drinking habits. His purpose in her life, at least for time being, serves as a selfish distraction from her prostitution life. And finally ,after many years of sorrow, she’s found someone who is “worse off” than she is. So what is Sera “really” saying? She’s saying “No, I do NOT understand. But who cares, as long as you stay.” Subtext in dialogue is the ONLY truth in a character’s speech. Subtext is the underlying meaning of the character’s “surface” dialogue. But this can only be achieved when the writer understands the real motivation of his characters. It is very common for actors to cross out any “parenthetical” direction under the character’s dialogue. An actor wants to personally interpret what the character is really saying. This will not only influence the actors “actions” during their dialogue, but also what words they emphasize. Without subtext, your characters are dull. And you will unfortunately find that the audience does not truly understand your characters, which will later force you to add too much exposition dialogue.

EXPOSITION. There is nothing I hate more than watching a TV pilot which shows a married couple sitting on the porch and listening to the husband saying, “Honey, you know we’ve been married for 25 years.” Of course she knows! But writers feel the need to add information that is not only organic, but OBVIOUS. How can a writer ensure that the audience knows the couple have been married for 25 years? Simple. In your action and description lines, highlight family photos with kids in their later teen years, or a wedding photo that is well worn and faded with the couple looking dramatically younger. And instead of having the couple cuddled on the couch hand in hand like a newlywed bride and groom, show them stretched out on the couch, with a bucket of ice cream in between them. Get the point? Add subtle action and description rather than obvious dialogue. There is a time for exposition. And it IS needed. For the most part, every film has expositional dialogue. But the best films take advantage of this at the beginning by communicating key information that the audience MUST have in order to fully understand the story. But remember, it’s always better to show, not tell.

GENERIC ROLES. It was always so embarrassing in film school when we held casting calls. It’s bad enough we can’t pay the actors for their time and that the film will never be seen by an audience, but the fact we brought these actors in to read a line for a ‘front desk clerk’ at a hotel which says, “Thanks for staying with us, come back again.” First, you must ask yourself if this scene is even needed, and if it is, does there really need to be dialogue. Can’t the clerk just wave goodbye? Try giving the front desk clerk something interesting to say, something that gives the audience a clear understanding about the hotel’s charm, size, and personality. You can also use this opportunity to give insight into your protagonist’s personality by having the front desk clerk do something silly or even obnoxious. This will allow the audience to see how your “hero” reacts. But please, don’t waste an actor’s gas money just to read a generic line by a generic character.

SPEECHES. It is said that dialogue should be only of maximum of 2-3 lines. Having white space on a script is very important. And while “real” people don’t typically give long speeches , every great script should have ONE long and powerful speech. This should not be done at the beginning (unless it pushes the story forward) but at the end.

One of my favorite examples of a great speech is in “Scent of a Women”. The script is full of fabulous one-liners and memorable quotes, but one of the most stunning parts of the film happens when Colonel Frank Slade delivers his bombshell support for Charlie at the school. The impact of his “speech” was breathtaking, and the film wouldn’t have worked without it.

SILENT FILMS. Think silent films are dead? What about 2011’s Oscar-winning Best Picture : The Artist? We go to the movie to see moving images. If we want lengthy dialogue and text we will read a book. Now I’ll admit, I go to Tarantino’s films to hear his characters speak, but he’s an exception. But writing is not a visual art. Turn the volume off on your favorite movie. Watch it all the way through. Do you still understand the characters goals? Do you understand the theme and message the director is trying to capture and preach? If the film was done right ,this can be achieved. It’s not uncommon for writers to write their script with only action and description first, and then later add the dialogue. I do not personally use this method, but many writers find it’s more important to tell the story visually before they tell the story verbally. Think about it.

COMMANDING A VOICE. I’d say over 75% of scripts that are never produced can be credited to the lack of “voice” for each character. It’s 120 pages of a writer speaking in the same tone and voice, giving us a boring sermon. Screenplays that work owe much of their success to “real” voices which come from “real” characters. Try this: Black out the character’s name in your entire script. Then go back in and re-read the screenplay. Can you differentiate between characters? Do you know who is speaking and who they are speaking to? If not, you are setting yourself up for failure. As a previous screenplay reader covering multiple scripts in a day, I wanted to scroll through these scripts as fast as I could. The ones which were most impressive and enjoyable were the ones I didn’t need to “check” and see who was speaking, I just knew.

VOICE OVER. I love voice-overs and will continue to use them when needed. But when do voice-overs destroy a screenplay? Well, there are many explanations on why and how this happens. But when a writer, for whatever reason, can’t fix character development or plot holes, they tend to revert to voice-overs which is a cop-out. So, before writing a voice-over you need to ask yourself, “Can my voice-overs be removed yet the story will still makes sense?” If yes, consider taking them out. Think of a director who watches his film and comments on it to an audience while they watch it. The director is adding insight, added bonuses, and layers to the story — something the naked eye may not see. Could “Shawshank Redemption” work without Morgan Freeman’s voice-overs? Yes, it could. But what the voice-overs provided was flare, personality, and a sense of continuity. The film’s success was achieved by clever writing and by allowing the characters actions to dictate the story first. The voice-overs were just the icing on the cake.

CONCLUSION: THE CONCEPT. Look, screenplays are bought on concept, not dialogue. So every writer should first focus on the overall concept of the script. When a writer has a compelling story to tell, the script is already half- way to selling. But dialogue should not be overlooked. It can add a great break when a script has a lot of action. Dialogue sticks with us, quoted by people for years and years. It can make us cry and laugh at the same time. Just remember, if you create a story worth telling, characters that are memorable, and an ending that will blow an audiences socks off, adding in the dialogue will come naturally, a total breeze.

Good Luck, & Get Started!

Article written by Screenwriting Staffing Founder, Jacob N. Stuart

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