CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // May 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PEOPLE PROMPTS. People from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives.
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Prompts or fills mentioning real people under the age of 18 are BANNED, they can not be aged up or mentioned in ( Read more... )
I sat there with my new jeans and the white t-shirt and the same guy was pretending to do something with my makeup but he was just stroking my face and my lips. I didn’t notice, he offered me a drink and I was just… naïve, I took a swig of the thing. *bottled valor* he called it, and I felt dizzy in minutes, just a bit and I thought it’ll ruin the pictures, and if I ruined the pictures I just knew I’d be screwed so emptied the glass on the bin and turned to him, he was getting another part of the set, he called me to set lights and he rubbed… something, he just kept touching me.
I bated his hand off and that was the first punch, I remember there was a bench of some kind, covered with a saddle; it was just props, right? For the pictures, I even was still wearing the fucking Stetson.
He moved and kept taking pictures, at some point he said take it off, and I thought he was talking about the hat, I looked at him after al he was pressing me to wear it in the first place. “You shirt darling; take off your shirt.” I wasn’t thinking straight, I took it off; he took a couple more pictures as he was closer and closer each time, I don’t know how it happened, how long it took, I was dizzier and dizzier as if I were so drunk…. I just saw the saddle on the floor and he ordered me near the bench. He was there unbuttoning my jeans, forcing me on a kiss, I tried to fight him and he slapped me, the sting let me stunned for a second while bit on my neck and before I knew he was bending me over the bench… it hurt and….” Jensen shuddered. “So much pain, so much… and the things he said.” A shudder run down his body
The lady was looking at him. “Roark came back, he forgot something, it wasn’t until he was taking me home I could stop crying, my head was hurting and I felt something… down there… blood and, well.” Jensen shrugged and sighed, he rubbed his hands on his pants. “I spent few days in a hospital and needed some tests” the lady cooed “It happened and we took care of him, I took care of it, not letting anyone ever again use me as a n object, and nobody had to know until the guys heard me talking on the phone about it.”The lady nodded.
“You must do the same sweetheart, you must not let this stop your life, because you’re strong, we went through hell, yet here we are even stronger.” The lady nodded while cleaning her face. “And a moment on our lives is not supposed to stop us from living the rest of it, okay?”
She nodded. “You think I’m strong enough?”
Jensen held her by the shoulders at a distance where he could see brown irises. “I think everybody has strength unknown even to themselves. You specially, you didn’t say anyone any of this, you had it all inside of you, you fought it by yourself, you’re far stronger than me, and if one event helped me to be better, and stronger and be here, and help others, imagine the things a strength like yours can do.” Jensen hugged her and felt her crying. “Cry if you must but only now, they don’t deserve us remembering a time when they had power over us.”
Jensen saw Jared and others looking at them hearing them; once more aware of all the things he wanted to keep to himself for fear of being treated differently. “Hey, Ben?” he called for the director. “I think Charlie slamming me around would be far better than demon powers.”
The director nodded impressed of his strength just like everyone else, nodded and the crew kept moving things but still eyeing him now and then.
“Whatever happened to me is over, I’m over it, and I don’t need your pity, and I do not want or need you worrying about it, I’m fine, if you want to give something to a victim. Give them respect.”
“Sweetie, have you meet my friend Aaron?” he asked looking at the makeup girl. “I’m sure you’re gonna be great together… ” She chuckled. “No, seriously, he’s looking for someone like you.”
The end
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and thank you for your great and fast work.
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