#SO BAD YALL SO BAD I WILL KIDNAP HARRY | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

art-in-the-sunlight · 3 years

Text

@febuwhump Percy Jackson Mini-Masterlist

Since 10/28 of my fanfics for febuwhump are in the Percy Jackson fandom, I thought I'd make a list with just those:

Day 1: Mind Control 1.2k T

Tartarus had its own rules. Fire was drinkable. The ground was the body of a dark god. The air was acid, and demigods could be turned into smokey corpses.

Compared to that, the idea of controlling poisons was… easy.

Percy glared at the poisonous lake around him. He focused, and reached with the part of his mind that allowed him to control water.The poisonous tide stopped. The fumes blew away from him and back towards the goddess. The lake of poison rolled toward her in tiny waves and rivulets.

Akhlys took a hesitant step back. “What is this?!” She looked alarmed, scared even. Percy thought it was a good look on her.

“Poison,” Percy snarled at her. “That’s your specialty, right?”

Day 3: Imprisonment 1.9k T

After the Giant War, Percy's life is looking up. His relationship with Annabeth is strong as ever. Poseidon regularly invites him down to Atlantis to spend time with him and Tyson. The greek and roman have resolved most of their issues. Grover is starting his life's calling as Lord of the Wild. Paul helps Percy get his drivers license, and Percy helps his mom paint a room for his soon to be little sister.

Everything is perfect.

That is, until someone abducts Percy.

Day 6: "Please come back." 2.4k G

Percy studies the outline of Chicago. What was once a beautiful lively city is now a deadly, haunted wasteland. Percy shoulders his pack and goes to move onward, when he smells something in the air.

Smoke.

Percy wonders if the undead have managed to set themselves on fire. It wouldn’t be the first time. However, in the back of his mind, a quiet, hopeful voice says that it could be another human.

Percy hasn’t seen another human or demigod in over three weeks.

Another part of his mind whispers that it could be a trap set by a monster. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time they’ve tried that. However, the chance of seeing another demi-god, or even a rare, unturned human is too much to turn up.

Percy follows the smoke.

Day 12: "Who are you?" 2.0k G

He wakes up in a forest. He’s on his back lying on the dirt, looking up at the green canopy above him. He doesn't know how he got here. He stands up and looks around.

Suddenly, there's a sound, startling him.He jumps and spins around. In front of him is a... man. At least, he looks like a man. He’s wearing black jogging shorts, and a green loose shirt.

Something flickers in the back of his mind, but he can’t quite grasp it. The man in front of him, who had definitely not been there a moment ago, seems eerily familiar, but he can’t remember where he’s seen him.

Actually he can’t remember anything, at all.

After the Last Olympian and before the Son of Neptune, Percy encounters Hermes a couple times in his amnesiac state.

Day 14: "I didn't mean it." 2.4k T

After the Giant War, Percy decides what he wants to do with the rest of his life, career-wise. Percy and Annabeth go to New Rome's University to study marine biology and architecture. They get a dorm together, and it slowly starts to feel like home to both of them.

One day, Annabeth gets stressed with university and unintentionally snaps at Percy sending him into a panic attack.

Day 18: "I can't see." 3.5k T

After the Giant War, Percy and Annabeth get kidnapped by one of Gaea's Giantesses who wants revenge on Percy for stopping her mother's plans to wake up. To defeat her, Percy goes all out with his powers as son of the earthshaker & natural disasters.

Nico and Will show up with Mrs. O'Leary.

Day 22: Burned 5.3k T

Communications are down; phones, landline and the Internet aren’t working. Percy gets a dream of Hermes captured, and on the brink of fading. Percy, Annabeth and Nico go on a journey to save him.

Very mild angst, along with a touch of powerful!percy, percabeth fluff, solangelo fluff and Mrs. O'Leary with adorable puppies.

Day 23: "Don't Look." 2.6k G

When Luke stabs himself and Kronos at the end of the Last Olympian, he lets out a surge of energy. Percy gets hit by this energy, and it transports him back in space and time all the way to England 1993, the summer before Harry Potter's third year.

A Percy Jackson and Harry Potter Crossover

Day 24: Memory Loss 1.5k G

George and Martha have been stolen. Everything seems too… quiet without their constant bantering and hissing in his ears.

He goes to Percy Jackson for help. Annabeth Chase is with him, she gets annoyed at his arrival. Percy tells her to go back to their picnic. He turns to Hermes to ask if they can step into his office and then grabs his arm -

Millennia of bad memories of deceitful mortals trying to poison, hurt and trick him instantly rush back to him and instinctively Hermes fingers twitch, milliseconds away from smiting Percy Jackson.

There was a very, very short list of beings that Hermes was so casual, so familiar, so trusting with. His mother Maia, his brother Apollo, his snakes George and Martha, mortal women he fell for, a few of his sons and the odd hero or mortal that dedicated their lives to him.

Percy Jackson wasn't any of them.

Day 28: "You have to let me go." 1.3k G

AU to the ending of Mark of Athena; what if Frank heard Hazel and flew back down to catch Percy and Annabeth before they fell into Tartarus? Is he strong enough to carry both of them to safety, or will one of them fall into Tartarus alone?

I hope yall enjoy these!! :)

My full febuwhump masterlist can be found here:

58 notes · View notes

buddielove · 3 years

Text

I don’t approve of what Athena did but as a child who pushed their parents to their absolute limit I understand why she did it. For a long time my house felt like a war zone, my mother and I fought constantly and violently, and it always felt like any moment could be the end of the world (I’m 28 now, and our relationship is better, just fyi! I’m ok) I suspect Athena is feeling like this. I’m not sure but it seems like Harry’s mind is all over the place (totally understandable) and I’m hoping as the season progresses we get a little more depth into his mind, though I suspect it’s like static on the TV. A lot of whatever that ahole told him but also pieces of his past experiences with his parents because he is a kid and this personality switch happened so quickly. He knew exactly what to say to Athena to make her snap, and I wouldn’t be surprised bythe was he was tuning Michael out tonight we are gonna see him do something similar to his father soon.

I also want to say it seemed very off brand for Michael be spring the therapist thing on Athena, especially since therapist are mandatory reporters (tbh Bobby is too and May probably) and that could have lead to a lot more issues than it did (especially after a kidnapping incident, the therapist could potentially deem Michael and Athena unsafe parents and have Harry removed from their care), but springing therapy on a woman like Athena is not a good idea and you’d think the man who was married to her for like 20 years would know there needs to be a better way, like we have SEEN him do things for Athena in other seasons. Get it back in brand yall. Also if Michael lashes out and blames Athena too I probably wouldn’t be surprised, he didn’t seem to cope with his part in Harry’s kidnapping and not much else.

As for Buck I’m really questioning what the motive behind ‘I’m going to leave the 118’ was? It was almost like a pitty party, like it was delivered so meekly and then everyone was like ‘ ehh, anyway’ like was it supposed to bring an emotional reaction from the audience? Buck also should probably say sorry to Ravi, though I think he didn’t because he didn’t see what he was doing was wrong necessarily (even thought it was him taking his frustrations out on Ravi) and no one else around him seemed to notice (probably cause they all got hazed like 10x harder. It’s not right but I’m thinking that’s why no one called Buck on it, it’s a normal thing to them). In the coming episodes I’d like for him to show Ravi some more compassion, and get to know him as more than a probie to haze.

Chim and Maddie CONTINUING to put Buck in the middle sucks, they fucking suckkk for this and I hope when they get back (and if we get good writing that day) Maddie and Chim will acknowledge what they did was wrong, and Buck doesn’t accept the apology but instead says something like ‘I understand why you did it. Don’t do it again.’ I think all of the 118 should probably show up at a therapists office. In the next episode if Buck calls Chim and is like ‘she’s here!’ And then for the rest of the season Buck and Chim and Maddie play phone tag, then hiatus and then Chim and Maddie finally reappear because Buck’s connected the clues for them (andit will probably in LA tbh).

Also the weird ass tension between Hen and Eddie?? Like I get Hen’s in an emotional state with Chim being gone but we have seem her and Eddie work together? They’ve never been stepping on each other like they did tonight? Also I don’t think Eddie was being weird persay, I think that might have just been part of Buck’s pitty party lol.

Also Taylor’s emotional growth in the last two episodes (??) I am glad rn Buck is with someone who can realize he both needs to understand he is not the center of the universe which all bad comes from BUT ALSO understands that sometimes you need to feel like you’re the only person who matters.

Buddie still the end game though.

#evan buckley #911 fox #911 spoilers #911 on fox #eddie diaz

13 notes · View notes

artemisfowlcodex · 4 years

Text

My sister’s directly transcribed notes, taken while watching the Artemis Fowl movie...

(Absolutely no editing for grammar has been done, this is raw reaction)

----------------------------

SURFBOARD???? Wh— WHY IS MY BOY SURFING

THis is a better start to Percy Jackson than the actual Percy Jackson movie There’s no way he’d choose the name Bruce Okay but the accents cute

And this scene is accurate Basard boy Absolute baby unlimited

IS ANGELINE DEAD???????

Bold of you to think he could lift a backpack SKATEBOARD?????????????? JEANS??????????????????

At home w his dad yeah as if he was a good dude from the start what He taught him bout fair folk????

PLEASE stop putting my boy in JEANS JEAAAANNNSS baby boy has a cute as hell nose

Arty count #1

sidenote pls don’t call him Artemis jr it’s senior and Artemis that’s it

What is even happening hmmm

WHY DOES THIS BOY KNOW WHAT PHYSICAL AFFECTION IS HAH NO I LOVE YOU TOO

OH MY GOD ANGELINE IS DEAD WHY

why would you kill the person trying to put him in jeans

The manor is cute as hell tho

LEGO??? Omg robotics

Yeah that sounds about right Hey why aren’t his pjs silk And WHERE IS BUTLER

THERE

WOW THOSE ARE BLUE EYES

NO!!!!!!! You CANT CALL HIM BY HIS FIRST NAME!!!!!!!!

baby drink MILK

Bold of you to assume Artemis didn’t know his dad was a crime lord

Owl star?? Bruh

DOM PLS GOD WHY Never call him butler pfft Oh my god why is the plot now that the folk have kidnapped him???? WHAT ACULOUS?

“Word for word” This boy would and then DOESNT

Arty count #2 WHY IS HE STILL IN JEANS how tf is this so different to the book you had 20 YEARS to get it

I vibe w haven tho Nother sidenote why are mulch’s teef so nice don’t like that

Hollys suit is kinda cute tho Helmet sucks tbh I AM VIBIN W HAVEN Why is mulch a beeg boye WHY ARE GOBLINS HARRY POTTER SHIT UGLY INSTEAD OF REPTILES Yep helmets SUCK Okay yeah this is a cute holly Fjsjfjsjfjfnsjfj yeah that’s their whole dynamic Why tf is he going to howlers peak

WHOMST WAIT IS THE OTHER ONE FREAKIN OPAL

hmm okay yeah dench good commander bad root HWAT THE HECK IS THEB ACULLUS the hats are SO BAD BEEG eyes holly Holly looking for her dad too oh no I smell the bonding already I wannaaaaa seeeeeeee TROUBLE and chix lol

STOP CALLING HIM DOMOVOIIIIII OH IS THIS JULIET!? OH SHES CUTE NEICE?????? TF CUUUUTE haha encoded too love that

FOALLLYYYYY OHHHHH LOVE THAT THE skirt güd THAT IS A GOOD FOALY HE SMOL THO

ohhhh yeah CUDGEON so it IS opal

Wings good IS she shielded??

DOMOVOI STOP W THST NAME JEANS WHY

Yeah this scene right Fangs aren’t big enough Too human face hm

GOOD FOALY THO THEYRE REALLY USING CENTAUR TO FULL POTENTIAL THATS NOT HOW TIME STOPS WORK they’re literally explained in the book how th ehh work what the heckidy heck

RETRIEVAL WOULD HAVE BETTER WAYS TO BRING EM IN holly no

Arty count #3

It IS opal Thats That’s not how coords work

STOP CALLING HIM DOM keep ur helmet on queen

Aha HERES the siege NOT HAPPY SJHFJSJGJSKFJSJFJ

JEANS

JULIET OMG STOP WEARING J E A N S OKAY I LOVE THIS SCENE

DOM FOR GODS SAKE I’ll give her a pass tho bc it’s Jules

SWORD???? Please give me butler beating up retrieval PLEASE I NEED IT

is it just a Thing™️ to have Dench stare dead into the camera now? First Cats and now this TOP O THE MORNIN

J E A N S HAHA SUIT!!!! SUIIIT AT LONG LAST Scared to dead hell yeah

WHO GAVE THIS CHILD A GUN IM?????? THIS IS SUCH A WILD RIDE

god please tell me opal doesn’t actually sound like that and it’s a disguise

Heheheheh baby boy looks ten Do Root and I share a bday? Was that Frond? STOP calling him jr he’s the SECOND

Mulch I will feed u ur weirdly nice teef YES FIRE But also uhhhhh WHERES MY REPTILE REP YES BUT THAT SCENES FROM LATER BOOKS

My father was kidnapped! YEAH WELL MY FATHER IS DEAD AND HERES THE BONDING

PORTALS???? WAIT HYBRAS?????

Oh yeah julius can’t be Julius bc woman BOWIE A FOLK DJDHFJKS Damn mulchs eyeliner going off doe LET HIM UNHINGE HIS JAW! WEIRD DWARF RIGHTS! Throat INFECTIONGNDJSJFJSJK Hey quick observation I’m surprised there are NO fart jokes seeing as the book was FILLED w them YESSSSSS UNHINGEDDDDDD THATS MY BOY!!!! YESSSS UNHINGED RIGHTS

hacker voice: I’m in Burps??? Wack “Switching to xray and then Does Not”

Lol nothing to do w the brain PLEASE PUNCH HIM I WANT THE LEGENDARY LOLLIPOP LINE DWARF HAIR HOLY SHIT YESSSS YESSSSSS PUNCH

Oh it’s acorn shaped of COURSE it is But WHAT is it IM SORRY W H A T Is the time stop doing??

CUDGEON YES OH SICK TROLL TIME TROLL TIME Darvit wheeeee there it is

If you like doubled butlers height this would be fine bc I like the taller holly and mulch 2.97 seconds to eat humans fjsjfjsjjf JFJSNFJSJFJ MULCH STEALING THE GUN FROM BUTLER

They’re using the troll as a battering ram im crying that’s so dumb Magic jammers? That’s a thing? YEET JULIET BEST GIRL YES MULCH UNHINGED RIGHTS!! DOM COUNT DOM COUNT Hmm yeah soundtrack nothing to write home about DOM COUNT

I vibe w neutrino design OH DOM COUNT DOM count DOm count pls stopppppp Whyd you a) move him and b) sit him up BUDDY???? hey ur not meant to die til book three

Wh CHIX IS AN ELF??? WHY ISNT HE G R E E N WHYS HE CAPTAIN AINT THAT MEANT TO BE TROUBLE WINGS ARE MAGIC?? DOM COUNT Did I cry? Little bit lol love that

Oh yeah he runs like he’s never learnt how Like he’d willingly call someone a friend before book four Wow yeah that’s defs arctic incident

Fjshfjsjjfjdjfjfhfhdhfhdhghh I know it didn’t fail but WHAT IF IT DID “Dad” wow please go back to calling him Father

I’ll be real I didn’t view holly as a child actor the whole time lol she’s good And white ,,, but that’s a different issue

But also YALL KILLED ANGELINE B ITCH WE WERE ROBBED OF HAVING HIM IN SUITS THE WHOLE MOVIE oh my god what are you on about UNHINGED RIGHTS!!!

---------------------------

And that is the total transcript, in near-unreadable format.

God help us all.

#Artemis Fowl #artemis fowl movie #Courtesy of Admin Wara

239 notes · View notes

cali-holland · 4 years

Text

Golden Hearts, Ch. 2: Martinis, Girls, and Guns

Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond AU ~ Sequel to Golden Bullets

Following a messy split, Harrison, Agent 007, resumes his role as an elite womanizer, after his recovery from his previous mission; meanwhile, you’ve stepped back from your 00 status, taking on cases as MI6’s assistant director from your office. When a new threat emerges to MI6 and a dear friend gets kidnapped, can you and Harrison set aside your differences to save special agent Q, better known as Tom? Or will the stakes- and your love, push you two further apart?

Word Count: 3800

Gif is not mine

Golden Hearts Masterlist

Masterlist Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

Let me know if you want to be added to the series tag list

Warnings: sexual themes, maybe some swearing, harry and harrison and reader all being jealous idiots

Featured Song: “Tomorrow Never Dies” by Sheryl Crow from Tomorrow Never Dies (1997)

~ “You're not the only spy out there, It's so deadly my dear, The power of wanting you near”

A/N: Special shoutout to @duskholland for helping me come up with ways to write “sensual” scenes and to @allegra-writes for helping me learn more about the tango (which idk if this even counts lmao, don’t hate me yall it’s just a steamy dance). Also, the tango sequence was inspired by an episode of Chuck... but idk if anyone’s seen that.

~~~

“She’s not coming.” Harrison said, irritation clear in his voice as he stepped out of his BMW. Leaning against his own car, Harry grabbed his duffel bag from his feet with a frown.

“But you said you could convince her.” Harry answered, and the blond shrugged, running a hand through his hair. He went around to the back of his car and opened up the trunk for him to get out his two bags.

“I thought wrong.” He muttered. With their bags slung over their shoulders, they made their way across the tarmac to the jet that they were absolutely legally borrowing from MI6.

“We’ll just have to go on without her.” Harry paused, “I still think maybe I could’ve-“

“Harry, don’t take this wrong, but if I couldn’t convince her, then no one could.” Harrison stated definitively.

“Why’s that?” The younger agent asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand the sudden irritation in his friend.

“No reason.” He replied, biting his tongue. With Harry following him, he entered the jet’s cabin. Harrison shuffled to put away his two bags, one full of weapons and one of his actual things.

“I’ll get the jet ready.” Harry stated, setting his bag in a seat. As he made his way to the cockpit, Harrison noticed a fourth black duffel bag in the cabin. He eyed it suspiciously, but, before he could question it, he heard his friend speak again. “You’re here!”

“You think I’d leave saving Tom to you two divs?” You questioned with a laugh from the pilot’s seat as the surprised Harry took a seat in the copilot’s seat.

Harrison stepped into the doorway of the cockpit, looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face; like he too was surprised you were here, but also like he was proud that you had come. You smiled softly at him, “I thought I should save the person who’s the reason that we’re alive today.”

Registering your words as a repeat of his own, he couldn’t help the fond smile that crossed his face. “Get this thing in the air, yeah?”

“Prepare for takeoff.” You told him, before turning to the controls before you. With your back turned to him, you missed the bittersweet look on his face as he eyed you over one last time before he left for the cabin.

The air was silent between you and Harry while you two got the jet ready for takeoff. You weren’t quite sure what to say about the delicate situation that was this new, top secret mission, so you did your best, “We’ll find him, Harry.”

“I hope so.” Harry mumbled, trying to keep his focus on the jet and his emotions under control.

“He’ll be alright. He can handle himself out there.”

With the jet cruising on autopilot, you followed Harry out of the cockpit to find Harrison hunched over his laptop, checking Tom’s encrypted message again. You weren’t sure how many times he’d examined the message, but yet again you weren’t sure how many times you repeatedly looked at the images until you stumbled upon a discovery last night.

Seeing him look at the one image in particular of the one man who the database could not identify yesterday, you sat down across from him, simply stating, “His name’s Mr. White.”

“Mr. White? Didn’t 009 detain him three years ago for involvement in S.P.E.C.T.R.E.?” Harrison asked, glancing up from his computer to look at you. Whether subconsciously or not, he sat up straighter, his shoulders back with meaning.

“Yes, and, since we had little to no evidence of major involvement, MI6 released him on parole. Last known file was that he was dying from thallium poisoning, and guess where he went to live out the rest of his days.”

“Spain.” Harry answered.

“Barcelona to be exact.” You stated. “And, according to MI6’s database, Mr. White’s back profile matches that of the mystery man in Tom’s photos.”

“So you think White took Tom?”

“Yes.” You nodded, definitively. “White’s our best lead right now. Besides, M has suspicions that Oberhauser has returned, and, if he has, then he’ll be looking to regroup S.P.E.C.T.R.E. with White.”

“Oberhauser’s dead.” Harrison argued, his eyes narrowing at you.

“It wouldn’t be the first time MI6 has mistaken a case.”

“This Mr. White,” Harry trailed off, “How do you suppose we find him if he is in Barcelona?”

“He has a mansion just outside of the city.” You replied, a proud smile on your lips. “I hope you two brought your dancing shoes because we’ve got a party to crash tonight.”

~~~

Light streamed in through the open window, perfectly angled to strike in your sleepy eyes. You shuffled awake, rolling over away from the window. Your eyes peaked open, and you smiled at the site before you.

With his hair a mess and his lips parted enough that a bit of drool was slipping out, the fast asleep Harrison was your favorite thing to wake up to. Feeling your shift in the bed, he subconsciously tugged you into him with his arm wrapped around your waist. You smiled to yourself, feeling his feet nudge your legs; even asleep, he wanted to be as close to you as possible. Ever so gently, you reached a hand up to run through his hair as you tried to memorize every detail of his face. Your hand slowly shifted downwards, running over his puffed out lips.

“Why are you staring at me?” He mumbled against your fingers, eyes still closed tight.

“You’re drooling.” You teased, your finger running over the small wet spot in the corner of his mouth. Blindly, he puckered his lips out to kiss your hand, making you laugh.

Harrison chuckled as he opened his eyes and shifted closer to you to give you a proper good morning kiss. Caving into him, you rolled onto your back and his lips chased yours, never breaking the kiss while he climbed on top of you. You let out a moan, one of your legs wrapping around his hips.

The moment his fingers began to lazily tug on the hem of your t-shirt, which was really his, his phone began to buzz with the sound of his alarm. At first, neither of you made an effort to turn it off, enjoying the simplicity of each other’s embrace, but, as it continued, Harrison regretfully pulled his lips from yours.

“I need to get going.” He mumbled, moving off of you to reach his phone.

“Do you really have to go?” You asked, and he let out a small laugh.

“Duty calls.” He leaned over and gave you one last kiss before he climbed out of the bed. You sat up against the pillows, white bed sheets falling around you. You watched with a small frown on your face as he moved about your room, collecting his clothes for the new day. Your eyes drifted over to the luggage at the front door. He was off on another mission in Luxembourg this time… or maybe it was Switzerland. Ever since you stepped back from your 00 position, you had a hard time keeping up with it.

“What if you didn’t go?” Your voice was so quiet that Harrison almost thought he had imagined the whisper. Tugging on his white button up, he looked at you with a lopsided smile.

“Love, you know I have to. Besides, it’s only a week. I’ll be back from Austria before you know it.” He answered. He could sense that there was something unsure in your voice, and he gingerly sat on the bed beside you, his blue eyes searching for an answer in yours.

“Runaway with me.” You said faintly, but definitively, as your hand clasped his, “Let’s go somewhere, somewhere where it’s just us. No more sneaking around, no more MI6, no more missions, none of it.”

Harrison looked at you for a moment, and you could see him going through his options in his head. Instead of saying anything, he just pressed his lips to yours tenderly. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, “I’d follow you anywhere. Just let me do this mission first.”

“I love you.” A small smile slipped past your lips as you tried to contain the eager feeling inside you.

“I know.” He answered, flashing you that signature smirk.

“Y/N, come on, you gotta wake up.” Harry’s voice pulled you from your dream, or rather another memory, as he shook your shoulder lightly.

“Yes?” You mumbled, blinking your eyes open.

“Harrison’s starting the descent now. We’re here.” He explained. As you took a moment to clear your head, he studied you curiously. “Were you having a bad dream?”

“Not at all.” You gave him your best smile, but he could still register the uneasiness in your figure.

You wouldn’t call it a bad dream, per se. It was just a rather sad thing to think about now. That morning two months ago was the last morning you were truly happy and it was the last morning you spent with the one person that you wanted to wake up to every morning.

Figuring it’d be best to change the topic, Harry did just that. “While you were sleeping, I got the three of us rooms at the hotel closest to White’s mansion. MI6 has no blueprints of his house, but it’s secluded enough that-”

“That Tom might be there?” You finished his thought for him, and he nodded, biting his lip nervously.

“That’s the hope.” He replied.

“Did you two come up with a plan too?” You asked, and he nodded again.

“White will most likely have cameras everywhere and guards in areas where we can’t go. If I can get to his computer, I can hack the security system to search for Tom.” Harry explained.

“And what would Harrison and I do?”

“Keep an eye on White and watch for any trouble in the ballroom.” He stated. At his words, a smile of admiration came across your face. He didn’t sound like the cocky wannabe 00 agent anymore; no, he sounded like a true MI6 special agent. “What’s that look for?”

“You’re really coming into your title, 003.” You teased, making a small blush hit his cheeks.

“I learned from the best.” Harry winked cheekily.

Just a few hours later, the three of you were settled into your individual hotel rooms that Harry had acquired. You busied yourself with getting cleaned up for tonight, trying your best to not think about the fact that Harry’s plan ignored the very fact that it’d entail for you and Harrison to spend actual time together. You couldn’t really blame him though; he was oblivious to the history between the two of you. All he knew was that he was on a mission to save his brother with MI6’s best. And, for the sake of Tom and Harry, you needed to remain focused tonight.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help you out tonight?” Harrison asked as soon as Harry stepped out of his hotel room.

“I don’t need help. Tom taught me how to hack; it’ll be a breeze.” Harry reassured his friend. He adjusted his cufflinks while they made their way down the hall to your room. Laughing a little, he inquired, “Why do you keep asking? Do you not want to be on White watch with Y/N?”

“I wouldn’t say-” He started, but the curly haired boy walking beside him cut him off.

“You’ve got a thing for her, don’t you?” Voicing the speculation that had been brewing in his mind for the past few hours, Harry had an accusatory sense about his words as they came to a stop in front of your door. He looked at Harrison with questioning eyes.

“No, definitely not.” Harrison just about scoffed in response. Defensively, he turned to Harry, “Do you have a thing for her?”

“No.” Harry answered too quickly for his own liking. They stood like that for a moment, staring at each other with suspicious eyes, as if they were silently daring the other to move.

It was Harry who caved first, turning to open your door with the keycard. With the door wide open, Harry and Harrison stood frozen staring at you as you had a leg up on the footrest, strapping your heel in place. You looked over at them, questioningly, “Is there a problem?”

Both boys shook their heads and stepped inside, the door shutting behind them. You switched your feet to put on your other shoe, trying to pay no mind to the two sets of prying eyes across the room. You completely knew you were showing a little in a dress perfectly tailored to your body, cutouts along your torso to emphasize all the right places, complete with a deep v neck and a high leg slit. With your heels on- specially equipped with your favorite secret knife stilettos, you stood to your full height to look at Harrison and Harry properly. You’d be lying if you said your eyes didn’t immediately catch onto Harrison and his tight, yet perfect fitting tux. The dark navy blue ever so slightly highlighted his eyes even more. Noticing your gaze on him, his lips twitched into a small smirk, and you immediately turned around to the set of ear pieces on your hotel desk.

“Here.” You handed them their ear pieces, and all of three of you put them in.

“Are you ready?” Harry asked you.

“Just about.” You said, slipping a couple lipsticks into your bag.

“I’ve missed those.” Harrison stated. He’d recognize those gold and silver lipsticks anywhere. Harry looked at him, raising his eyebrows curiously. “Gold are grenades, silver are tranq darts.”

“Genius.” He replied in awe.

You quickly applied one final touch up of your own lipstick, nothing special, before looking at them with a nod. “Ready.”

Riding in the classically styled Aston Martin DB5 from MI6, the three of you arrived to White’s party and easily blended into the crowd of people. The ballroom was busy, packed with people dressed to the nines. Splitting up, you all mingled your way around the room, taking in as much surveillance as you could.

“Two guards at the south exit.” Harry murmured into his ear piece.

“And two at the east exit.” Harrison added quietly.

“The west exit has three.” You mumbled. “Something’s got to be hiding back there.”

While you stationed yourself by the live band, pretending to be interested in their music, Harrison made his way to the bar, his personal favorite vantage point. He slid into his seat, eyes scanning the bar as a bartender approached him.

“Martini. Shaken, not stirred.” He ordered and you bit back an eye roll at his words.

“Keeping it classy, I see.” You said through the ear piece.

“Love, you know I can’t say no to a martini.” He replied, a cocky smirk resting on his face.

“Champagne?” Harry asked, holding out a flute of the golden liquid to you as he came to stand beside you, effectively drawing your attention away from Harrison.

“Thank you.” You took the flute from his hand and swirled it lightly.

“I didn’t poison it.” He joked before taking a sip of his own.

“She’s not a fan of champagne.” Harrison’s voice came through your ear piece. You glanced over at the bar to see him watching you and Harry, his fingers wrapped around his martini glass. Never breaking eye contact with him, you drank the bubbly champagne down in one quick motion.

“There’s White.” Harry pointed out, spotting the host across the room. “He’s out here, so I’m going in.”

“Be careful.” You said quietly. You watched him as he disappeared through the crowd. While you had faith in your former trainee, that didn’t mean you couldn’t still be concerned about him.

“Don’t worry about him.” You heard Harrison say through the ear piece and also behind you. You turned to see him standing there, half- full martini glass in his hands.

“I thought you were staking out by the bar.” You motioned to the drink in his hand, and he smiled before finishing it off.

“The view’s much better over here.” He took your empty flute from your hands and placed it on a waiter’s tray, right beside his own now empty glass. The waiter moved along swiftly. “You know what the best way to survey a room is?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, shaking your head at him, already knowing his suggestion. “Not here.”

“Dancing.” Harrison sent you his signature smirk, his hands reaching to unravel your arms. “Come on, remember Argentina?”

“I do remember, but we can’t exactly tango in Spain.” But it was too late as he pulled you out onto the dancefloor, just as the musicians picked up their tempo with a new song.

“Sure we can.” He winked. Despite your protests, you still let him take one of your hands in his and rest his other hand on your waist, holding you close enough that you could smell the martini in his breath. To prove his point, he spun you in time with the music. He tried to take the lead, but you wouldn’t let him off that easily as the two of you danced and spun around the dancefloor; hips, feet, arms, all of you moving together in a fluid motion. With his warm hands trailing over the open slits in your dress, he quietly breathed out, “I see you’re still a great dancer.”

“You’re a little rusty.” You answered, your chest pushed against his. Your eyes briefly scanned the room, looking at the security guards at the exits and White. “Aren’t we supposed to be observing the room?”

“I am observing.” He argued, and you narrowed your eyes at him, stepping with him in time to the musician’s beats, your legs brushing against his sensually.

“Observing White, not me.”

“He’s not nearly my type.” He joked, his smile beaming as he looked at you. You went out for a spin again, but when you came in this time, you brought your leg up, hitching it to his waist with ease, thanks to the slit. Instinctively, Harrison’s hand grabbed under your thigh, his calloused fingers running over your smooth skin. His other hand splayed across your bare back, holding you up as he dipped you down quickly.

“White’s on the move.” You whispered to him when you were brought back up, your leg still clinging to him tightly.

“I’m watching him.” Harrison mumbled back to you, before dipping you again. This time, he dipped with you, drinking you in with his nose tickling your collarbone and trailing up your neck until his eyes were level with his. It wasn’t until then, under his electrifying stare, that you realized just how fast your own heart was racing. Still holding you tightly in the dipped position, Harrison darted his eyes down to your lips, and, for a split moment, you weren’t even sure if you’d mind if he kissed you right then.

“Harrison?” A voice asked from in front of him. His head darted up to see the stranger that somehow knew him.

“Madeleine?” He brought you back up to a standing position. His hands immediately dropped from your side, and you stepped away from him to see the stranger. You felt yourself stand a bit taller seeing the other woman before you. This Madeleine was by all means a standard model looking woman- tall, thin, fragile features, and a beautifully simple periwinkle silk dress.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here. How are you?” She asked with a genuine smile, and you quickly picked up on a slight French accent when she spoke with a hint of an Austrian accent.

“I’m good, yeah. And you?” Harrison replied, almost nervously. You glanced between him and Madeleine, confused by the exchange occurring, and that’s when you saw it. The small spark in Harrison’s eyes as he looked at her, a spark that was once reserved for you. You felt an unfamiliar feeling begin to twist in your gut.

“Never been better.” She smiled, and even her smile was perfect. She looked over at you, laughing a little. “I’m so sorry, I should introduce myself. I’m Madeleine Swann. I met Harrison back in Austria.”

“Y/N.” You answered, shaking her hand gracefully, despite that feeling growing inside you. Austria. Of course it had to be that mission.

“What are you doing here? In Spain?” Harrison asked her with a smile.

“This is my father’s party.” Madeleine explained and you bit back your surprise. “We haven’t talked in years, though, so I’m not quite sure why he invited me tonight.”

Before the conversation could carry on further, Harry’s voice came through the ear piece that you almost forgot was in, “I’m coming back out. I checked every bit of his system and Tom’s not here.”

“I’ll let you two catch up. I really should be going.” You told Madeleine and Harrison, who sent you a quick nod.

“It was lovely to meet you.” Madeleine called after you before you could fully walk away. You gave her one last fake smile and turned to go find Harry in the crowd. Just as you saw the familiar head of curls through the sea of people, you heard a sharp scream from the other side of the room, sending the civilians into a frenzy as they tried to run away. Through the commotion, Harry managed to reach you.

“What happened?” You asked him, and Harrison ran up to the two of you with a distressed Madeleine behind him.

“White’s dead.” Harrison stated. “We need to leave.” You glanced over at Madeleine, and he reached to grab her hand, “We can trust her. She comes with us.”

“We don’t have time to debate it.” Harry said, pointing towards the armed security as they drew their weapons. Quickly, the four of you ran with the crowd of terrified guests back to your cars.

“I’ll go with Madeleine to get her car. Rendezvous at the hotel.” Harrison announced, not giving you or Harry time to react before the two of them disappeared into the crowd.

You and Harry ran back to the DB5 as fast you could. He slipped into the driver’s seat, and you took one last glance back at the chaos leaving the party. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you saw the one person you thought you’d never see alive again.

“Y/N, come on!” Harry urged, pulling you from your thoughts. Shaking your head, you got into the car.

No. There was no way you just saw him.

~~~

General Tag List: @viagracex @theamazingtomholland @Hellomoveonby @heyitsshrez @harrisonosterfieldhazmyheart @joyleenl @t-o-m-holland @lonikje @sleepybesson @sunkisseddreamer @hollandsamor @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh @gorillaglue23 @petersoftboyparker @musicalkeys

Harrison Tag List: @Calhtlland @tomkindholland @where-art-thau-romeo

Original Series Tag List: @quinjetboi @baby-haz @kickingn-ames @rougese7en @hollandsosterfield @nj01 @it-is-rebel-owl-ma-dudes @spencerreidxoxo @duskholland

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x you #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield series #harrison osterfield fic

89 notes · View notes

writingkeepsmewhole · 4 years

Text

Broken

This is part 3 of Kitten the BDSM fic I’m starting. Let me know what yall think of it. This is a bit of a long one.

Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when shes took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.

Part Summery:Sophia returns to her boyfriend undergoing abuse running away Dean is the one to find her.

Warnings:Abuse, suicide attempt, language maybe. The start of this is kinda dark.

Let me know if you want to be tagged would love to add you: @vicmc624 @deanwanddamons @that-one-gay-girl

Part 1 Part 2

I made a mistake coming back. I knew I did but I didn’t understand how bad. Harry was mad that I left but he seemed even more angry that I came back. The abuse started the moment I walked through the door. Guess Dean was right he wasn’t harried to kidnap me.

Harry made sure I knew I wasn’t anyone but his. I still had bruises on my thighs and hips to prove it.

I didn’t talk to him, scared he would hurt me again. I didn’t even protest when he started bringing another woman over. I watched as he treated her like a queen while I got treated like the step daughter.

He made me quit my job, told me he would take care of me when really I was meant to take care of the house while he entertained his guests.

I stayed silent, him beating me so bad one night when I talked back I was scared I would die. In all that it knocked a memory loose from my brain.

The memory over being held by Dean, nuzzled into his chest. Even though it was faint it brought me comfort.

Too bad it couldn’t protect him from what Harry had planned next. The thing he saved me from was something he was going to force me to do. So I did the only thing I could.

I ran, this time not just across the street, I ran till I couldn’t anymore.

Collapsing in an ally I pulled my knees up to my chest. I was dirty, Harry taking my shower privileges away because I woke up late one day. My clothes were dirty, I looked like I was homeless. That made me hope no one would look at me.

I didn’t want to be looked at. Waking up with a man on top of you, inside of you made me not want even to be alive anymore.

Rain poured from over head, making me shiver but I didn’t care. I was numb. The only thought was that overweight sweaty man touching me.

I could still smell his breath, it made my stomach turn. I screamed for Harry, begged him to make the man stop but it only made the man slap me busting my lip. Harry never stopped him. Him in the next room with his new girl.

I was worthless, useless, nothing to no one.

Looking around me I saw a broken beer bottle, it was calling to me. I crawled to it picking it up and holding it close to me like someone would take it from me.

Moving back to my spot tucked behind the dumpster I stared at it, my hands shaking. It wouldn’t take long, I would pass out and never wake up.

Holding the broken jagged edge to my wrist I dug it in gasping at the pain watching the crimson flow from the wound and drip down to my leg.

Crying hard now I was shaking the bottle dropping from my hands and rolling down the alley. I watched as it hit the boot of someone.

I didn’t bother looking at the person only curled into the brick wall.

“Sophia?” Said the person making me jump.

I don’t respond, hearing them walk closer to me. I flinch when they reach out to me.

“What happened?” He asks softly, making me look at him.

I met the green eyes of Dean. Worry painting his face.

I didn’t know how or why he was here but I knew whatever fascination or pull towards me he had was gone now. I was most likely the grossest pathetic thing he has ever seen.

I shake my head scared to open my mouth knowing Harry isn’t far away. He would find me and hurt me if I talked.

“Is she okay?” Asks Sam walking up behind Dean.

“No.” Dean says squatting down to my level.

“What happened Sophia?”

I shake my head and turn away from him.

“Can I touch you?” He asks softly.

I whimper my lip quivering at the thought.

“Do you want to go home with me?” He asks moving so he is in my field of vision.

I remember what it was like at his house. He was kind to me. But I can’t find the strength to make myself talk or even nod.

Lifting his hand I quickly move to protect my head. Instead of a hit I feel him softly touch my arm it is now covered in blood.

He lowers it from my head and wraps the flannel he was just wearing around the wound.

“I’m going to pick you up okay.” He says slowly moving closer to me.

He slides his arms behind my knees and back. I tremble at his touch. It is the complete opposite of the touch I was used to.

“Put your arms around me if you can.” He says softly.

I do as he says wrapping my arms around his shoulders, the smell of him triggering that memory I’ve been going back to. I tighten my grip on him clinging to him like a scared kitten. As throaty gasp leaves my mouth as I bury my head in his neck, fat tars running down my cheeks.

“I’m gonna take her home and clean her up. You think you can handle the fight?” Dean says to Sam.

“Yeah you get her somewhere safe.”

“Call me if you need me.” Dean says him starting to walk down the alleyway.

“I don’t know what happened Sophia but I’m gonna fix it.” He says stopping at his car.

He lowered himself enough to open the door and put me inside him not seeming to care that I was getting his seat filthy.

Making sure I was inside he closes the door and walks around the hood. He gets inside and looks over at me.

I turn away from him not wanting him to look at me. I was disgusting.

He starts the car, the low rumbling filling the silence. It’s the only sound as we head out of town. I don’t pay attention to where we are going, my mind going back to the man's touch, making my tears start all over again.

I don’t react or fight when Dean pulls me from the car and into his house. It's all underground. He leads me to a bedroom, it is well decorated with pictures, guns, knives, and other personal things.

He opens the door leading to a personal bathroom. I get the feeling I’ve been here before but that thought leaves like it never excited at all.

“Sophia.” Dean says, making me look up at him.

My tears have stopped for now. Only the puffy eyes and burning throat was left.

“Do I have permission to undress you?”

I don’t answer because I don’t really hear what he says. His voice was more like a ghost like I was imagining it.

I don’t move as he starts to slowly peel the T-shirt off me. I hear him take in a breath at the sight of me. Of course he would. I was, like looking at roadkill.

My body was littered with bruises. Harry’s girlfriend even cut a chuck from my hip. It is almost healed over now.

Dean doesn't try to remove my bra, helping me take off the shorts I was wearing. He leaves my underwear on and leads me to the tub.

I don’t know when he filled it with warm water. My mind is a foggy empty numb void. I blink and he is finished with wrapping up my wrist. He moves to get a wet rag and starts to wipe the dirt from my skin.

He only talks when he is about to do something different other than that he doesn't speak. Neither do I. I knew better than to talk. My voice was useless. I never said anything anyone wanted to hear anyway.

The hot water makes my head feel heavy or maybe it was because of what happened today. I close my eyes feeling a few tears fall from them.

Dean moves behind me and washes my hair. Him gently rubbing the shampoo into my scalp. Everything he did was slow and gently.

“Come on let's get you to bed.” He says after my hair is rinsed out.

He helps me stand him wrapping a large towel around me and pulling me back into his room. Again I don’t know when he laid the clothes out for me.

“These might be a little big but that might be a good thing.” He says softly.

He dressed me in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Yes they were baggy but I felt comfortable in them. More comfortable than I have in months. Him only touching me when necessary as if he knew that I didn’t want him to touch me.

“Time to lay down.” He says, leading me to the bed.

I sat down, him moving me like a doll to lay down. He lays a soft fluffy blanket over me and turns to head towards the door.

I don’t think before my hand grabs the bottom of his T-shirt. He stops and looks down at me, his eyes soft.

“Do you want me to stay?” He asks.

I don’t answer, only tightening my grip on his shirt.

“Sophia I need you to answer me. You are clearly hurt and scared right now and I need to know this is what you want. You don’t have to talk but if you want me to stay I need you to nod your head.”

I look up at him, my lip quivering as I slowly nod my head. I didn’t want to be alone, not with the thoughts of everything that has happened.

“Okay.” He says turning to go sit in the chair.

My grip on his shirt keeps him from moving.

“Do you want me to lay down with you?”

I nod again. If the memory of this got me through beatings I knew the real thing would help earise that man’s touch from my skin.

Dean moves to lay down next to me, him laying on his side facing me careful not to touch me. My grip moves to grab a handful of the fabric right at his chest.

“You want me to hold you?”

I nod a hot tear burning it’s way down my cheek to dampen the pillowcase.

He moves closer to me wrapping his arms around me blocking me from the world. I bury my head in his chest and close my eyes tightly. He doesn't seem to mind as I cry silently until I cry myself to sleep.

I woke up in the same room. I fell asleep only this time I’m not alone. Dean is in the chair next to the bed. Him asleep holding his head with his hand. He looks exhausted making me wonder why.

I don’t want to wake him so I sit up and head towards the bathroom. My bladder, screaming at me to empty it.

I close the door softly and take care of business last night's events flooding my mind. I look at my bandage wrist, my eyes watering.

I wanted to die that bad. I felt better now than I did in that alley. I knew I owed Dean for that. The bath and sleep helped to clear my mind.

I jump when someone knocks on the door.

“Sophia, are you in there?” Dean calls.

I don’t answer only head towards the door and open it.

Dean standing there dressed in a zip up gray hoodie and black sweatpants. Him the optise of what I’m dressed in.

“How are you feeling?” He asks softly.

I shrug not knowing how to answer even if I had one.

“You feel like eating?”

I shrug again not really feeling hungry but scared of telling him no.

“How about something small? Orange juice?” He asks, making me look up at him, shocked he remembered.

I told him that was my favorite months ago and he remembered it. He smiles when my eyes meet his.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Come on.” He says nodding his head towards his bedroom door.

I follow him as he turns to lead the way. As we walk out of the room I can’t help but notice the room across from his.

It’s open letting me see inside. It was a plain room, but in the corner of it was a very large dog kennel big enough to fit a human inside.

I didn’t notice they had a dog, maybe that was new. I kinda smiled at the thought of it, it being a long time since I’ve been around a dog.

I follow Dean into the kitchen, Sam sitting at the table. I’m shocked to see his face covered in bruises, his eye and lip swollen.

“Hey, Sophia, how are you feeling?” He asks me kindly as if he’s not beat up too.

“She’s not up to talking yet.” Dean says opening the fridge.

“You can sit down if you want to.” Dean says turning to look at me.

I nod and move to sit across from Sam as he eats his breakfast. I look at him and touch my face hoping he understands what I’m asking.

“Oh this?” He says guesting to himself.

I nod him shrugging.

“Dude just got a few lucky hits in but I won so that’s all that matters.” He says smiling.

I look at him confused not understanding why he got in a fight. He smiles and picks up his plate walking to the sink as Dean sets my orange juice in front of me.

I smile at him and wrap both my hands around the glass scared I’ll drop it if I don’t. Lifting it up I take a small sip feeling it go down my empty stomach. Sam leaves the room after he washes his dish.

“You want some toast or something?” Dean asks.

I shrug then shake my head, trying to tell him not to worry about it. My eyes dropped to the table. He puts his hand in my field of view and lightly taps the table making me look up at him.

“Yes or no please.” He says smiling.

I nod, not minding toast.

“Good girl.” He says smiling at me and standing up.

I don’t know why I smile when he says that as if I truly did something good by asking for toast. Dean was definitely different from any other man I’ve known. He seemed to enjoy caring for others. Or at least seemed to enjoy caring for me.

I shake my head at the thought knowing that’s not true at all. Why would he want to care for me? I was worthless. I didn’t deserve anyone's help.

Dean returns shortly, setting a plate of toast in front of me along with butter.

“So you want to talk about what happened to you?”

I shake my head picking up a slice and nibbling on it.

“Alright we can wait but I need to know if I should expect you to stay here. I don’t want you going back to that asshole.”

I glup at his words not knowing what to say even if I wanted to talk.

“Right yes or no questions. Do you want to stay here with me?”

I nod knowing I’m safe here. Well safer here than I was with Harry.

“If I ask you to write down what happened would you be comfortable with that?”

I shrug not knowing if I would.

“If I promised not to make you talk about it until you were ready would you do it?”

I nod knowing that was the real reason I wasn’t talking. No one would believe me. Harry was a “good guy”. He went to work, paid his bills, helped his friends when they needed it.

He just wasn’t a very forgiving guy.

“I’ll go get some paper. Drink your juice.” He says standing up and leaving me alone.

He was only gone a moment or two, him coming back with a notebook and a pen.

“I’ll make sure to get rid of whatever you write afterwards. This will be just between us.”

I smile at him glad to know no one else will know my sob story.

Not looking at him I start to write out what happened after he dropped me off. I don’t know why I went that far back but it seemed fitting to fill in all the gaps.

I told him of how Harry hit and raped me when I walked through the door. How he started to treat me differently like I was dirty, some used garbage. He believed I cheated on him and that I was no better then the whores on the streat.

He brought a new girl home and made sure I knew she was better than me in every way. He hit me and made me stay quiet. I had to sleep in the living room, the bedroom now belonging to him and his girl.

I could take that and the beatings even the vile things he said to me but when I woke up under that man something made me snap.

When I realized that he arranged it so he could get some cash on the side, and that he would be planning on doing it again I knew I had to leave. I knew he would try and stop me so I waited till him left to go get his girlfriend and I ran. I ran till it hurt and I couldn’t anymore.

I was ready to end it, even tried and that’s when Dean found me.

I handed the notebook back to him surprised at the few full pages I filled up with my words. I clearly missed getting my thoughts out. Some of the words where smeared with my tears which made me feel stupid for crying so much.

I wiped at my cheeks and went back to nibbling on my toast. I watched Dean read about my abuse, him clenching his jaw and fist the more he read.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He says softly under his breath. It's something I don’t think I was meant to hear.

I don’t say or do anything knowing that Dean probably doesn't mean that. Most people say that not ever even really thinking about hurting that person.

Dean pushes himself up from the table quickly, making me jump and flinch away from him. His eyes darted to me, then softing as soon as they landed on me.

“I’m sorry sweetheart I didn’t mean to scare you.” He says moving slowly around the table.

I tense up as he gets closer wrapping my arms around myself.

“I’m not going to hurt you. You are safe here with me and Sam. I know things are messed up right now but you are welcome to stay here till you feel strong enough to leave.”

I nod my head remembering how he told me no one stayed here but him and his brother so why was he letting me stay here. What was in it for him.

Pulling the paper over to me I flip over to a clean page and write that exact question. Dean reads it quickly and looks up at me.

“Because I remember you told me you had nowhere else to go and I would feel more comfortable with you here.”

I nod, telling him I understood.

“Good now that that is taken care of, I have to leave for work. Would you like to go with me to pick out your room?”

I nod and stand up looking down at my breakfast.

“Don’t worry about that Sam will get it. Come on.” Dean says gesturing towards the door.

I follow him out of the kitchen and towards the hallway of rooms. Once again we pass his room and the room with the kennel.

I stop and look at it making Dean stop as well. Him following my line of sight he smiles slightly.

“That is a story for another time.” He says walking over to shut the door.

I wrinkle my face in confusion and look up at him. Wondering what he meant by that.

“I’ll tell you later when you are up to it.” He says turning to walk forward.

I reach out and touch his arm making him stop. I quickly drop my hand waiting for the backlash.

“Sophia I don’t know what you are thinking it would be easier if you would just tell me. I know you don’t want to talk, I’m guessing he made you afraid to but you can talk around me. That is something you would never get in trouble for doing.”

I open my mouth to try and talk, nothing coming out. Sighing, I drop my head feeling pathetic. Stepping forward Dean slowly lifts my head up holding each side of my face. His touch was gentle.

“How about this you point at what you are thinking about.” He says softly.

I knew I should have pointed at the room, wanting to know if they have a dog, or at least had one but instead my finger ends up aiming at him.

“Me, you're thinking about me?” He asks, smiling that boyish grin he let me see from time to time.

I nod wanting to know more about him. If I was meant to stay here till I got better then I wanted to know the man I was staying with.

“I’ll tell you whatever it is you want to know but I have to leave soon so I need to find you a place to know you are safe in while I’m gone.” He says dropping his hands from my face.

It was odd but I found I missed his touch.

“Do you want to stay close to my room?”

I nod having no idea about the twists and turns this place seem to have so knowing that he was close at night would help. Plus just being closed to him in general seemed to help me.

Standing with him alone in this hall was the most relaxed I’ve felt in months.

“Alright you can stay in here then.” He says moving one room down from his and opening the door.

I realized it was the room I woke up in the first night I stayed here.

“You are free to do whatever you like here. Me and Sam will be leaving and won't be back till late but you can stay in here and you are free to use the kitchen as much as you like. While I’m gone maybe you can write down some questions you are having and we will talk about them when I get back. How does that sound?”

Smiling at him I nod, that sounding amazing.

“Good.” He says smiling back.

“I’ll be back soon.” He says moving away from me, closing the door and leaving me alone.

I look around the room, it is almost too plain to stand. I walk up to what looks like a wardrobe and open it out of curiosity and find a TV inside of it.

I bite my lip trying to remember when was the last time I watched TV.

I jump when the door opens Dean once again standing in front of me.

“Sorry sweetheart didn't mean to scare you. I brought you some stuff to write with.” He says laying the notebooks and pens on the desk next to the door. I couldn’t help but notice the box of crayons sitting on top of them either.

“Be back soon. My number is in the notebook. There is a phone in the kitchen.”

I smile and nod, wanting him to understand I’m fine well at least for now.

“Be good Sophia.” He says smiling and leaving me alone once again.

I couldn’t help but smile at the last thing he said. It's something you tell a child before you leave but for some reason I found it comforting.

I walk over to the desk and quickly realize why he brought crayons. Under the notebook was a picture book.

I pick it up slowly flipping the pages with my thumb looking at the simplistic drawings of different animals.

‘Now why would he have something like this?’ I think, setting it back down.

Pulling out the chair at the desk I sit in it and open the notebook, to start writing down my questions.

AN____________________

Please give me questions that yall might have thanks bunches haha

48 notes · View notes

thoughtfulpaperback · 4 years

Text

Okay yall since I have a moment. Can i be real about the whole Abby x Mel thing.

I don't want it. Mel isn't in a relationship right now. Technically, Ruby said they were casual. So I took that from the writers as a hint not to get attached especially given how they have handled Mel's love life so far. But like I have 4 good reasons why doing the whole abbyxmel thing doesnt work for me.

1) Its wierd

Listen, I don't care that Abby had been hard pressed for Harry before. If they were to show she was over it then fine. But I can't get over HOW hard pressed for Harry abby was. Like girl straight up sexually harassed him even when he'd already said no. That's icky. To me it is weird that someone like Mel who has had a lot of storylines about consent would get with someone who clearly toes that line.

2) she is a murderer.

I am sorry y'all but she didnt just kill 2 witches. She made a copy of the poison and killed those two witches in the BNB. She technically killed the third witch who we dont know who she is or why or how she was kidnapped since Layla was supposedly taken from the bnb alone not with another witch. So that means that third witch that died telling Harry and Macy to save Layla was the third witch killed. Let's be honest, We dont know how many witches were kidnapped and probably tortured under Abby's orders. Abby was also prepared to let that 18 year old girl be burned alive in front of all the demon clans. Like y'all that isnt cutesy evil. That's straight up evil. While I am all about well written redemption arcs, I cant see how Mel could get past that especially given how she recognized her relationship with Niko was over after all that had happened between them. Like mel knows there are some lines you cant come back from in terms of being with that person. So I just cant.

3) I want Mel to be in a healthy relationship, but I would also prefer they just developed her character outside of relationships. That's why i was liking this Ruby fling because she is getting some loving but it doesnt have to be drama and they can focus on developing the character (not that the writers have done spectacular at it though). If they put Mel in a relationship I want it to be THE relationship I want it to be healthy. I dont want any of this BS that they pull with the other relationships they write. Like Abby is not the one. She is basically all drama and still mostly unknown to us. I mean I guess it would all depend on how they did write it, but I just am not feeling it. Although I love when mel and abby interact.

4) Y'all I dont think it is intentional but still it looks so bad to have treated the lesbian woc characters the way they have to then decide (maybe not. we all could just be reading into things too much) to make the white bisexual who has been pulling focus (not always well done) the new love interest. And that isnt an attack on bisexuals y'all. I'm just saying that they could have both bisexual and lesbian representation done well instead of doing both poorly and then disposing of one for the other.

I like Abby, I am not saying to kill her off, I am not saying the actress is in any way terrible.

I prefer her as a villian but a competent villian not as in incompetent villian and possible anti hero.

I think the character is a victim of bad writing saved only by the charm of the actress, which to be honestly sometimes isnt enough (again that's more on the writers).

I am not anti-bisexuals. I love when we see bisexual representation and understand that sometimes people, including those who are bisexual, love some of the evil bisexual or openly sexually active bisexual tropes. If it floats your boat I am not downing on you for it, I just think that some there is a difference (based on the way the character is written) between a well executed bisexual villian, and a poorly executed one. I dont think Abby is well done.

I also am not saying that you cannot have a bisexual switch partners between males and females or that lesbians shouldnt be with bisexuals. Nah. Love who you love. My issue is that sometimes I feel that Mel is the token lesbian and when they have had Mel in relationships (all of them before ruby were more or less serious or intended to be serious) they have treated her partners poorly (really it seems like the writers just cant handle relationships without drama) and as disposable.

Let's be serious here. Galvin made it through the season. Parker came back for season 2. Niko was gone half way through the season and then Mel was with Jada, and then Mel was sort of dancing around getting back with Niko and then the relationships were over. Mel would have liked to get serious with kat, but then she went away.

Now she has a casual thing going with Ruby and y'all want her to just leave that and get together with Abby? Let Mel breath and have a moment to at least have a relatively long lasting casual relationship. Casual, I know, doesnt mean forever but the ladies just barely started up. Let them have their moment. Damn.

I just think they need to give the lesbians some actually loving and consideration and the same for the bisexuals. I mean it really comes down to the writing. If they can do it in a way that doesn just mistreat the character of Ruby or feel like they are disposing of her then go ahead. But it's a super fine line there considering how they have treated Mel's love interests in the past.

Finally I am not saying that I would hate Abby x Mel and just be a hater the whole time. I am not uncomfortable with the idea based on the writing so far and the reasons I listed, but if the writing and the characters development improved then I might change my mind. But I think, same as with Hacy, there are fine lines to walk and if the writing isnt done well you can end up alienating the fans or even sending a racist or other type of prejudicial message. The writers just need to increase thier awareness and just realize that they have to be very careful with thier writing.

#charmed reboot #charmed cw #charmed #charmed 2018 #the cw charmed

7 notes · View notes

blxckdamask · 5 years

Text

Trashcan’s Fic Rec: July ‘19

i know this is really late but i was busy so i couldnt really get this done. an yway,,, yall know the drill by now,, this has a bunch of bnha (mostly bkdk) and some rairpairs aswell as some drarry, odaat and b99.

BNHA Fics:

{bakudeku}

When Izuku's insecurities about his scarred body hit him full throttle, Katsuki is there to show Izuku just how beautiful scars can be.

Katsuki's reflection above the sink stared back. Eyes still drowsy with a hint of a shadow beneath them. Hair more of a mess than he would prefer, but he was plenty awake now.

All because of Deku.

Katsuki reflects at 4 am.

Pride has always had a special place in Midoriya Izuku's heart.

"I trusted you and you had me murdered!” Midoriya wailed, anguished. Bakugou twitched focusing on the spell that made him capture Midoriya's soul.

“Shut up! You got yourself killed!”

“I didn't! You said you had my back and I thought you had it! But you didn't! Kacchan! My body!” Midoriya cried as he watched Bakugou lug his limp body through the forest.

This is what happens when Bakugou tries to become best friends with Midoriya again.

Katsuki doesn't know what's wrong with Izuku. Is he mad? What is he mad about? What did Katsuki do!? All he knows is that he can't let Izuku break up with him. Not while they're still keeping their relationship a secret.

Izuku forces Katsuki to apologize for everything he's ever done to hurt him.

Bakugou and Midoriya have been best friends since... well, since either of them could remember. But both harbor unspoken feelings for the other, will this be an end to their friendship?

Izuku, a dog hybrid, has lived with his owner Toshinori, a retired hybrid psychologist, his whole life. He takes on some of the shelter’s most difficult cases as fosters, and so Izuku has learned to be the best foster-mate possible for scared and abused hybrids. At first, Katsuki, a cat hybrid who’s been kept in a tiny apartment nearly his whole life, seems just like any of the other awful cases they’ve seen, but somehow, Izuku and him grow a lot closer than usual over the course of his stay. Eventually, the question becomes: could he stay forever?

“Izuku knows what the Hanahaki does. He knows what his options are, and sure, they aren’t great. In fact, they’re pretty horrible. The list is short and daunting. There are still flower petals on his pillow."

In which Izuku has Hanahaki Disease, and Katsuki's furious.

And you're crushing on him, and he's just so cute, and the baby's cute, and what's a guy to do, anyway?

Ever since they were little, Izuku and Katsuki’s families have had family dinners. It’s just them and their parents, and that’s fine. Until more people get dragged in. (And try to set Izuku and Katsuki up.)

for twinstars week day four - family

{todobaku}

It started from a normal evening to a small argument that made them go on vacation that made Katsuki realize that he wanted something more from Shouto.

Bakugou, Denki, Midoriya, Momo and Todoroki all end up in a McDonald's one early morning. A suggestion of a movie and a credit card reveal later and the teens are off to spend the day together.

They all know that it's Todoroki's father's credit card, but none of them care.

Bakugo and Todoroki both find themselves living together with disabilities, helping each other get by. In doing so, they fall in love.

{rairpairs & other ships}

“You haven’t changed at all, have ya?” he observed, pinching her cheek affectionately.

Ochako batted his hand away from her cheeks for the second time that morning, wondering if he had a thing for them. “That doesn’t even make any sense, Bakugou. I’m from the past. Of course I haven’t changed.”

“Makes perfect sense,” Bakugou countered, closing his teeth around a bite of eggs. “You were doing this same shit yesterday morning.”

My entry for the day 2 prompt of Kacchako week: otherworldly.

Bakugou watches with something akin to affection when Shinsou starts playing with his dog until she jumps all around him and is barking excitedly. He has never seen the both of them so content before. The Sergeant is always so concentrated at College grounds, either that or she’s calm but still looking out for him. Bakugou has seen them during lectures, at lunch at their usual table, during their ways to Bakugou’s dorm and to Shinsou’s apartment off campus, he has seen them through their late-night-skyping sessions and in countless pictures on Sergeant Barkowitz’ Instagram. He has seen their best but not their worst, and that makes Bakugou wonder if he’ll ever be such a great companion to Shinsou like the Sergeant is.

"Shouta could have never imagined reaching this point in his life. He honestly expected to die at some point when he was younger, alone somewhere in an alleyway, killed in action during his hero work maybe."

Instead he's in a warm hospital bed and surrounded by some of the people he cares most about.

Shinsou Hitoshi had never had a family before, and he refuses to screw it up. But when a villain attacks him and his new little sister, he may have lost the only family he's ever had.

Bakugou never wanted to be mated. Especially not to a villain but it didn't look like he had any choice in the matter. The only question now was: will he ever escape?

OR,

The author loves Bakugou and loves to make him suffer so Dabi kidnaps him and forces our favourite blasty boy to become his mate. It goes from bad to good to bad and back to good.

While working together as pro heroes, Iida, Bakugou and Todoroki are taken captive. The situation is strange: none of their Quirks work, and they aren’t tortured or killed – in fact, they never see their captors. There is nothing to do but wait.

Things are tense between the three of them, but Iida finds the situation bringing him closer to Bakugou than he thought possible. But who knows how this will change things between when they get out…

Quirk: Infatuation - The user of this quirk affects two people by touching them at the same time, they then fall into a state of infatuation with each other; they could be affected by this for up to a week.

Iida and Bakugou get affected by an infatuation quirk that makes them be sweet to each other. So sweet, that it could give you cavities. Warning: This story will contain an excessive amount of pet names, hence the title.

Other Fandoms Fics:

Recently married, Harry and Draco are tasked with raising a four-year old Teddy, whose emerging gender identity brings up an array of questions, fears, and revelations for them when they realise that Teddy might be transgender.

When Draco learns he's pregnant again, he blames his husband. Harry, however, couldn't be happier.

Jake dated two guys in college, but doesn't realise until he introduces one of them to Amy.

The family learns a secret about Schneider

alex said the far scarier sentence that at the same time was more comforting than anything the teenager had ever heard before. “she,” alex mumbled under his- no, her- breath, voice beginning to choke up, “was sitting on her bed, in her room. her,” he- she, she- sighed and spoke just a little louder, just a little surer. “her name is alex, and she’s a girl.” alex smiled to herself, so small it was probably barely considered one. she didn’t care; she finally felt whole.

or: in another world, elena isn't the only alvarez daughter (but it takes alex some time to figure that out)

#monthly fic rec #fic rec #bnha #bkdk #tdbk #kacchako #bakushin #bakuiida #bakudabi #erasermic #Harry Potter #drarry #odaat #b99 #peraltiago

42 notes · View notes

niccolofares · 5 years

Note

There’s one upcoming spoiler that has me doubting Breda. She and Tony are supposed to have another talk, Tony can perfectly tell Breda how James drugged Harry. It will put James in her priority list and at least try to kill him. Because I still believe that Harry has to be kidnap by Liam and rescued by James due to the tracker.

Hii lovely!!

Y’all always mention spoilers that I know absolutely nothing about but this sounds interesting. I really doubt that they’d kill off Tony seeing as he’s been around since the start of the show but a girl can dream, guys can yall tell I just really don’t like Tony. I mean Tonys not making a great case for himself, LOL at the fact that Breda thought Tony was the model dad, I’m never going to forget that. I think he’ll definitely mention that or talk more about the current Harry situation. I’m not sure who Breda is going to kill next or even who I want her to maybe kill coughsteortonycough. I am actually enjoying her bits they're quite interesting and her motives behind why she kills these people are fascinating.

Well, she did try to kill him one before, twice maybe?, so I don’t think it’d be a huge step but it’s shown that she goes for bad dads and despite what he’s done to Harry, lately James hasn’t been a bad dad. I’m so confused on how this Liam/Mercedes/Harry storyline is going to be resolved and little by little I’m losing interest because I just don’t really like Mercedes. She’s constantly whining about how she feels bad that they’re ruining Harry's life but then proceeds to do nothing about it. I like that you took something that was originally bad and turned it into a way for something good to happen. However, didn’t James delete the tracker and wouldn't Liam know to get rid of Harry's phone? That’s beside the point, James saving Harry would be nice to see.

#hollyoaks #hii lovely #jarry #ste mention #breda mention #tony mention #anon #ask

3 notes · View notes

writingkeepsmewhole · 4 years

Text

Back To Him

This is part 2 of Kitten the BDSM fic I’m starting. Let me know what yall think of it.

Part Summery:Sophia wakes up in the bunker not remembering much of the night before. Her surprised at the way Dean takes care of her.

Warnings:Abuse and cheating mentioned maybe a word or two.

Let me know if you want to be tagged would love to add you: @vicmc624 @deanwanddamons @that-one-gay-girl

Part 1

I woke up with my head pounding. Opening my eyes I was in a room I didn’t recognize. It was simple, a twin bed, a desk in the corner along with a bookshelf that was empty. This room was clearly not used.

Sitting up the world spun around me making me close my eyes. Taking a deep breath I tried to remember what happened last night. I was fighting with Harry, my boyfriend but why? He cheated on me again.

Sighing I open my eyes seeing a cup of water and a bottle of painkillers on the bedside table. I take two pills, my ankle throbbing just as bad as my head.

Pushing myself up from the bed taking slow steps being off balance. Limping to the dark wood door I opened it seeing I was in a long hallway with other doors exactly like this one.

“Where the heck am I?” I ask limping down the hall, the sound of old rock music filling my ears.

I followed the sound, leading me to a home gym.

There were two men working out. Well one of them was running on a treadmill the other was doing pull ups.

I shake my head when I catch myself watching the way his shoulder blades move under his skin.

“Umm Hello.” I say loud enough they hear me over the music.

The man with the shorter hair drops himself to the floor and turns to face me. His face is familiar so I’m guessing he’s the one who brought me here.

Walking closer to me I take a step back making him stop. Lifting his hands to show me he is not a threat he bends over, picks up a small remote and turns off the music. The lack of noise making my ears ring.

The guy on the treadmill doesn't stop running, headphones in his ear telling me he most likely doesn't even know I’m here.

“You're awake.” Says the short haired one his voice a little winded from his workout.

“Yes.” I nod wrapping my arms around myself.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asks, talking a slow step toward me, like he was approaching a wild dog.

“Should I be?”

“No, you seem pretty relaxed so I’m guessing you remember last night.”

“Not really.” I say shaking my head.

Last night was a foggy blur.

“It’s not the first time Harry had someone kidnap me. Though I doubt he haired you for money.” I say looking at all the gym equipment.

“Harry?”

“My boyfriend.”

“The little prick who did that to you last night?” He asks pointing at the handprint mark on my elbow.

“That would be him.” I say letting out a sigh.

“You don’t seem like you mind.”

“It’s not that I like it. But I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“Sweetheart you could go anywhere you wanted. I could give you a place to stay till you get back on your feet.”

“Oh and what will your generosity cost me?”

Smirking his green eyes look up and down my body making my grip on myself tighten.

“Depends on what you agree to.” He says smiling.

“I don’t like riddles.” I say clenching my jaw.

“Let’s talk over breakfast.” He says taking a few long strides to reach me.

Up close and now sober I could see he was more rugged than I thought he was. His stubble was a bit longer than I thought it was, his eyes harder. They looked like they had seen one to many things. His nose was straight and his jawline reminded me of the way you would describe a man in a book.

He was wider than me, his shirtlessness let me see the muscles cut into his body. His arms and shoulders were the most impressive. The top of my head reached his collarbone making me have to lift my head to meet his eyes. Their emerald color is warm and inviting. I didn’t understand how someone could seem scary and safe at the same time but this man seemed to pull it off.

“What’s your name?” I ask, earning a grin, it boyish making me almost smile back.

“I’m Dean, well that’s what my friends call me.”

“Alright, I have a feeling you already know my name.”

“Yeah your Sophia.” He says, making my stomach flip.

I wrote it off as being hungry but I knew it was the way my name rolled off his tongue. I never knew my name could sound sexy till it came from his mouth.

“You wanna go eat now?” He asks, smiling gently.

“Lead the way.” I say moving out of the door frame to let him pass.

He smirks at me and moves into the hallway, leading me towards an open room. It reminded me of a library full of books and a large long table in the middle of the room.

“Are you normally quiet?” He asks from in front of me.

“Are you normally talkative?” I ask.

AS soon as the words come out of my mouth he stops and spins to face me. It happens so fast I barely have time to stop before I bump into him. I gulp when his eyes meet mine.

“Please don’t answer my question with a question. If I ask you something I expect an answer.” He said firmly but he wasn’t angry.

His bodylanuge and eyes told me that.

“I- I’m sorry.” I say not sure what to expect from this guy.

“Don’t be you didn’t know and now you do.” He says smiling and turning back around.

‘So this guy is nuts.’ I think as we start walking again.

“So are you normally quiet?”

“Yes, unless I have to talk. Harry hates me being shy.”

I could talk to a stranger with ease but knowing the person for some reason pushed me into my shell.

“I didn’t peg you as one for being shy.” He says as we walk into the kitchen.

It’s not what I’m expecting. It looks more like it was meant to feed a group of people and not just a normal household.

All the appliances were white and looked like they came from the forties or fifties. There was a table pushed up against the right wall that sat four people. But there was no way only four people lived here.

Dean looks at me then looks at the table.

“It’s just me and my brother here most of the time.” He says moving towards the fridge.

“Is that the other guy upstairs.”

“Yeah, that’s Sam he’ll be down here soon I’m sure. But we should have enough time to talk before he finishes his run.” He says glancing over at me.

“Sit.”

I move to the table and sit down earning a smile from him.

“So what do you like to eat?”

“Umm I’m not picky.” I say rubbing my arm goosebumps covering it.

“Good to know.” He says pulling eggs from the fridge.

“Can you explain what’s going on? I mean why are you being nice to me? Aren't you meant to be scaring me back into Harry’s arms?”

“Is that what happened the last time he played for someone to kidnap you?”

“Yeah.” I say confused.

“Well lucky you I’ve never seen the prick before last night.”

“Then why am I here?” I asked, watching him move around the kitchen.

“I brought you home with me because I didn’t like the way he was treating you.”

“So you brought me to your house?”

“Yes. I did make sure you were okay with coming here first.” He says turning around to face me.

“So I can leave whenever I want to?”

“Yeah, you're free to go. I was hoping you would stay for breakfast first.”

“Umm alright.” I say nodding.

“Awesome.” He says smiling and turning back to the stove.

“So you really just brought me home because Harry was being mean to me?”

“Yeah I got a thing for damsels in distress I guess.” He says chuckling.

“Did we have sex?”

“No, we did sleep together though. You seemed pretty adamant on that.” He says making me blush.

“Sorry about that. I get pretty cuddly and touchy when I get drunk.”

“It was cute.” He says walking over to me and setting a glass of orange juice in front of me.

I look at it then back up at him.

“Would you rather have milk?” He asks.

“No thank you. It’s just orange juice is my favorite.” I say earning a smile.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He says going back to the stove.

“Spoiling her already I see.” Says a man with an accent.

I turn to see a short man dressed in a suit he grins at me and steps down the one step walking into the room like he owns it.

“Crowley your early.” Dean says putting eggs on two plates.

“Well when you get the chance to make a deal with a Winchester you better be.” He says his accent makes me smile. It Irish or was it Scottish I always got them confused.

“Sit down and eat, we'll talk after breakfast.” Dean says placing a plate in front of me. It is simple eggs bacon and toast but like I said I wasn’t picky.

“Very well.” Crowley says moving to sit across from me.

“Hello darling.” He says holding his hand out to me.

“Names Crowley and who might you be.”

“Sophia.” I say taking his hand.

Smiling he bends down and presses his lips to my knuckles making me blush.

“Crowley what are you doing here so early?” Asks the other guy from the gym. Sam I think Dean called him.

“You know Dean doesn't talk business before breakfast.” Sam says walking towards the coffee pot.

I say there watching as the three men seemed like it was perfectly normal to have a stranger among them.

Maybe it was maybe this was normal. Did Dean lie and about never seeing Harry before. Or did he sleep around a lot.

“Well you know I have a tight schedule with running Hell.” Crowley says talking to Sam.

I lift an eyebrow at his weird statement, my eyes looking over at Dean who sits next to me with a cup of black coffee and his own plate of food.

“It’s a dungeon he runs a few towns over.” Dean says nonchalantly.

“What?” I feel very lost and confused.

“Oh dear seems you picked a virgin.” Crowley says grinning wickedly at Dean.

“I’m not a-.” I stammer out unable to find the words.

“Crowley enough. She’s not mine, she is just someone I’m helping out. Even if she was, that would be my business.”

“Yes, yes, of course.”

“Eat.” Dean says turning to look at me. He smiles sweetly but his eyes held anoiance I’m guessing because of this Crowley fellow.

I nod and slowly start eating the room slipping into silence as we all stop talking.

“Good your down eating can we talk now?” Crowley says impatiently the moment Dean swallows his last bite.

“No, I’m taking Sophia home. You can wait till I get back or talk to Sam about your problem.” Dean says making me gulp.

I was gonna have to ride home with him? He seemed angry all of a sudden.

“Come on. Let's go.” He says touching my shoulder.

I stand up wondering who's going to clean up my mess as Dean leads me out of the kitchen. His hand lightly placed in the middle of my back he leads me down the hallways and into a garage.

“I puked in here.” I say the memory coming back to me as we approach his car.

“You did.” He says surprising me by holding the door open for me.

‘You mean men still do that?’ I think as I tell him thank you and get inside.

He walks around the car and gets behind the wheel.

We don’t talk until we are one the road heading towards town.

“Can you tell me what that was all about?” I ask looking at him.

“Not really, it’s...sensitive information.”

“No, not about whatever deal you have with that guy I mean about the other...stuff.” I say blushing.

“Oh you mean about Hell?”

“Yeah that.”

“It’s just a BDSM dungeon.”

“BDSM? You mean like chains and whips and stuff.” I say moving my hand like I was using a whip.

He chuckles and nods his head.

“So you've been to one?”

“No!” I say quickly my face red.

His face falls slightly and he turns to look at me for a moment.

“But you've heard of them?”

“Yeah in like creepy movies and stuff.”

Chuckling he shakes his head, running his hand over his face.

“I guess Crowley was right after all.”

“I’m not a virgin.” I say my face hot at the word.

Me and Harry has had sex a few times it was always quick and rough and I never seen the point in it. I don’t know who people acted like he was this amazing thing. I never found that pleasure people talk about.

“Maybe not but you aren't experienced.”

“How do you know?” I ask, offended and embarrassed for some reason.

Looking over at me he looks me up and down making me wrap my arms around myself.

“Because sweetheart you blush when I look at you. You may have had sex but it hasn’t been with a lot of guys. My guess it’s only been with that prick you are with now and my other guess is he’s not any good at it.”

“Oh and you are?”

“Haven’t gotten any complaints.” He says smirking.

“Every man says that.”

“Maybe but I’m not lying.” He says looking at me his green eyes raking up my body.

I blush at the heat that’s pooling in my stomach.

“Look sweetheart, I’m not trying to talk you into anything. I’m not even offering you anything. You needed help last night so I gave it to you. If you want to go home I’ll take you there. If you want to stay at my place for a day or two till you figure things out I’ll let you. I’m a bad guy but I’m not a dick. The ball is in your court, you pick what you want to do with it.”

“Why would you help me? What do you get out of it?” I ask ignoring the bad guy comment for now. He was most likely just playing himself up.

“Nothing, I’m not expecting nothing from you because you are someone that needs a friend.”

“And you want to be my friend?”

“From what I know about you so far I might even want to be more.”

“What does that mean? I have a boyfriend.”

“I know, well he’s not much of one. As for what that means you don’t have to worry about that because you are going to go back to him.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Why would you? He’s a son of bitch that needs his head knocked through a wall. The world is fucked up enough without him adding more pain to it.”

“He’s not that bad.” I say wrapping my arms around myself and looking out of the window.

We were already on the interstate heading towards my side of town.

“If you say so.” Dean says nodding his grip around the wheel tight.

“You don’t know me, Dean. I’m… You don’t owe me anything. I don’t know why you took me home in the first place. I’m not special.”

“Is that what he tells you? I bet he tells you all kinds of other things too right? Makes you feel like you're lower than dirt. I don’t get why you would want to go back to him.”

“Where else would I go? My parents died when I was thirteen I was in and out of homes till the state told me I was old enough to live alone. I was on the streets with a high school education and no knowledge of the real world. Harry kept me from prostituting myself or worse. Yeah he’s not the nicest person but I don’t have anyone to go to.”

Dean nods his jaw clenched. Slowing down he gets off the interstate then pulls over on the side of the road.

Turning off the car he turns to face me.

“Answer me this one thing and I’ll leave you be. If you had the option to leave would you?” He says making my gut fill with knots.

I shrug and look away from him.

“Look at me.” He says his voice, somehow making me do as he asked.

“I’m offering you a way out. I won’t ask for sex or whatever it is you are scared I’ll want as payment. I’ll help you get your things and give you a hotel room until you figure it out.”

“A hotel room? You wouldn't make me stay with you?”

“Only me and Sam stay there.”

“You two don’t have girlfriends?”

“No, both me and Sam aren't like normal people. Girlfriends are not an option in our lives.”

“Are you gay?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

Chuckling he shakes his head.

“No, work is just.. Complicated.”

“Oh.” I say nodding not knowing what to say.

“So what will it be Miss Sophia? Am I helping you get your things or am I leaving your life for good?”

I shrug and shake my head this too hard of a question to answer. How could I go with a stranger over a man I’ve known for years.

Dean nods as if he knows what my answer already is.

“I’ll take you home.” He says starting the car once again.

He does just that once I tell him it’s right across from the club. He pulls into the parking lot of my apartment but doesn't look at me.

“Thank you, for everything.” I say wondering why there was a weight on my chest.

He nods his eyes set dead ahead.

“I- Umm.”

“Please get out, I have a meeting to get to.” He says calmly it is deathly calm.

I nod and get out of the car watching as he backs up and drives away from me. I bit my lip hoping it’s not for good.

30 notes · View notes