#maybe if i got her pov once so I’d better understand her thought process it’d be different

[concha-de-mar]

don’t tell me this is how we’re gonna get Arya as queen

[punkscowardschampions]

Libi & Bobby

Libi: I’ve just found my phone in the sea of costumes

Libi: How so many people need alterations and mending at this point 😱😱😰

Libi: I’ve got a… well, it’s not weird

Libi: but it is, but that’s not really the right word to describe it but I can’t think of said word so it’ll have to do

Bobby: Hang on, forget the play a sec

Bobby: What’s this message? 🤨

Bobby: is it the sender or what they said that’s making it feel weird?

Libi: That’s practically blasphemy Bobs! 😏 Mullans will have you helping Tom with his lines for that, poor boy… we’re all officially off book this week and he is not a little bit ready

Libi: Um, both?

Libi: I mean it’s Louie, so it’s not that weird he’d message me, I guess

Libi: We have messaged back and forth a bit, obviously, it isn’t totally random

Bobby: Sir would have to reckon I’m capable of something first, that’s a subject change though

Bobby: go on, what’s the but? What’s Louie said?

Libi: I was going on the assumption he’d forget you were deaf altogether and act like you’ll be able to hear Tom

Libi: He is quite loud in his delivery but still

Libi: 🙄

Libi: At least we have Ms Howe backing up all our other ideas

Libi: I think he’s asked me out on a date

Libi: Well I know because he said did I want to go to the cinema, to see that latest adaptation of Orient Express, and I thought he meant did we ALL wanna go so he corrected me when I started planning as such… which was awkward

Bobby: Mullan does dress a bit like you did when we met,‘course it doesn’t look as cute on him, but makes sense he’d also rob your 🔊 by chucking Tom at me

Bobby: well alright, awkward is the right word there, are you still gonna go?

Libi: I don’t know who that’s more insulting to 😂 shocking behaviour

Libi: I can’t really process it, I don’t know

Libi: Should I?

Bobby: Depends if he’s okay with you just going as mates

Bobby: he might be too 💔 and that’ll make it more awkward

Libi: It’d make the play really awkward

Libi: I’ve already put my foot in it with thinking it was a cast and crew thing

Libi: I can’t very well be like IS THIS AS FRIENDS as well, can I?

Bobby: 🤔 I dunno if there’s a way it wouldn’t be a 🤏 now but saying no and not making it obvious you still wanna be mates could mess up the play even more, you have gotta kiss, it’d probably be better if he don’t 💭 you think he’s gross or whatever

Libi: Right, maybe it sounds silly but I really do not want to jeopardise the play in any way, not at this stage

Libi: I really want it to go well for all of us, we’ve all put way too much work in for something like that to spoil it

Libi: I couldn’t just go, could I?

Libi: Not qualify it either way

Bobby: It’s not silly, everyone knows how invested you are, you’ve worked harder than any of us

Bobby: but you don’t owe the play going that far

Bobby: what are you gonna do, fake date him til after it’s over? Come on, Libs

Bobby: he must like you for real, one date would lead to him asking you out on another

Libi: I don’t think Jan would ever speak to me again if I stole the bit for such a pathetic reason

Libi: she’d judge me hardcore anyway and can’t have that

Libi: You’re right, I’ll have to let him down gently then

Libi: Whatever that sounds like…

Bobby: I know our lil 👰🤵 wasn’t legally binding but I’d rather you didn’t either

Bobby: I’d still be 💔

Bobby: for you, I mean

Bobby: Louie’s a bit

Libi: Is he?

Libi: I don’t really know him outside of the context of this play

Libi: like I didn’t know him before, I mean, obviously I’ve spoken to him as him now, a bit

Bobby: obviously I've had even less to do with him than you, but I've noticed when you're speaking to him as him you're not 😁

Bobby: even the 1 cinema trip might be asking a bit much of how 😇 you are

Libi: How much of an 😇 can I really be if I’m all 😒 😞 😔 😟 😕 🙁 ☹️ 😣 😖 😫 😩 🥺 😢 😭 😤 😠 😡 apparently

Libi: He’s a nice guy, I don’t know why I don’t want to date him

Bobby: In his pov or mine?

Bobby: I’d say your reaction is loads better than being unbothered, that’d make you really 😈

Bobby: anyway being a nice lad he’ll understand and it probably won’t be long before someone else does wanna go out with him

Bobby: you can’t force or properly fake 💘

Libi: He’s probably going to ask someone else, you’re right

Libi: it’s not a big deal

Libi: I could say you really wanna see it too, that would work

Bobby: It can’t be a massive deal, he hasn’t known you THAT long, not before the play, like you said

Libi: Totally

Libi: it’s not like he’s 💘 or anything, just interested

Bobby: Yeah, he’ll be alright and so will the play

Libi: Thanks, Bobby

Libi: even if I still need to think of what to message back

Bobby: Just be as honest as you can handle without 😳

Bobby: lying isn’t a top skill of yours and you don’t want him to work out you are

Libi: I can’t argue with you even if I feel I should

Libi: I’ll try my best

Libi: I might leave it for a 🤏 bit

Bobby: can’t fault you for it, and I won’t need to ‘cause it’ll be okay

Libi: A woman’s prerogative, so I hear

Bobby: deffo can’t argue with that, it’d have me coming across like a nice guy ™️ ❌👏

Libi: 😬 it isn’t lost on me that I friendzone Louie’s character in the harshest way by being a murderess

Libi: I won’t bring that up though, hopefully he won’t be thinking it

Libi: 🩸👠 isn’t an association I’d love to bring into my everyday

Bobby: I’m more 🤞 Mr Mullan doesn’t hear about art imitating life ‘cause you’ll never hear the end of it

Libi: Oh no

Libi: he’s so…

Libi: he’s a lot

Bobby: See, an 😇 way of putting it 😏

Libi: I can see why China and him get along, is a less polite way

Libi: but as true

Libi: she’d much prefer femme fatale over hysterical American

Bobby: It won’t kill her not to get her own way for once

Libi: It might drive poor America insane

Libi: How are her and Sean now?

Libi: I cannot believe I managed to put my foot in it like that, I felt awful but she wouldn’t hear it and if I tried to apologize to him he’d have thought I was meddling more than he probably already reckoned

Bobby: 💰 on her mates going insane 1st how often she must stay with some of them

Bobby: not that I blame her for not going home and you shouldn't blame yourself for anything that happens between her and Sean, he knows what she's like and what's been going on

Bobby: I guess they've sorted it? I dunno, have to go off their insta stories more than whatever he'd actually admit

Libi: I have been wondering about that

Libi: if I should more officially ask my grandparents/offer her the spare room

Libi: or if that’ll be insulting, or they might say we shouldn’t put ourselves into people’s family affairs

Libi: glad it’s not just me 😅 again, they’re hardly the only on-again-off-again couple around that I find totally perplexing so it’s no dig

Bobby: 🤔 I was 💭 the same but I wasn't sure if it'd be weird coming from me as a lad, especially if they're off again when I make the offer

Bobby: I reckon it's a good idea though if you're allowed to

Libi: I don’t think she’d take it that way but emphasis on the I part, I see how she could and why you’d be hesitant

Libi: I think the best way is to ask her first, if she would want me to then ask my grandparents… the potential disappointment if they say no is better than me doing the wrong thing and making it worse, right?

Bobby: Her sister has told me that lads and girls can't be mates so she would probably have loads to say which we can all do without

Bobby: 👍 getting your grandparents involved more than you need to when you don't need to isn't a 🥇💡 you're totally right

Libi: She would think that 🙄

Libi: guess it makes her feel better that Jake doesn’t want to be her friend

Libi: Cool, that’s the plan of attack there then, an easier message to send for sure

Bobby: 💔 Jake doesn’t know about Louie asking you out, it might’ve got him to back off 🤏

Libi: Or get him to do the same

Libi: Wow, that sounded really conceited 😲😅

Libi: You know what I mean though, more that he’s that type of lad than I’m that much of a catch

Bobby: you can still be a catch even though he's a dickhead but hey

Bobby: least if he does ask you you've already practiced a rejection text, type of lad he is isn't gonna take a no as easy 😬

Libi: Don’t jinx me!

Libi: He’d probably just send me a bootycall and expect me to jump, right? Ick

Libi: You don’t behave like that, do you Bobs?

Bobby: 😲❗️ can’t believe you’d ask me that Libs

Libi: Come on, you’re my only insight into what boys are like

Libi: it seems pretty par for the course, maybe not Jake levels of extreme but

Bobby: Soz I’ve got no insight into bootycalls

Libi: Okay

Libi: I’m not mad about that

Libi: that’d be a LOT to process about you rn

Bobby: I’ve got no secrets I’m keeping from you, especially not 💘🔐

Libi: 😊💚💜

Libi: Lucie has turned out to be less cute than I thought

Libi: IMO anyway

Bobby: what’s she said or done that you’ve not told me about?

Libi: Nothing compared to China, so nothing

Libi: I can see how they were friends though, before they dramatically weren’t

Libi: I wonder who Jake will choose, if he ever does

Bobby: I think he likes not choosing and keeping everyone dramatically in suspense 🙄

Libi: Begrudgingly admit he’s suited to his role in that respect

Libi: he’ll fall for someone totally out of left-field and leave both of them in the dust

Libi: if romcoms have taught us anything

Bobby: If it’s gonna be Am I better warn Sean

Libi: She hates him

Libi: which in certain stories WOULD make him 😍

Libi: but I can’t see it

Bobby: exactly it’s the plot twist everyone saw coming and the most obvious trope going, but thankfully we don’t live in a romcom

Libi: it does all feel a bit romcom rn, I think that must be what inspired Louie

Libi: not my preferred genre, tbh

Bobby: I’m alright with swapping Orient Express for whatever horror is playing, doubt he’ll be in another row of that screen waiting to spy on you

Libi: If anyone’s destined to be the stalker, right?

Libi: we better go, he’s not done anything wrong

Bobby: 📌📅 for when? How keen was he?

Libi: [Probably this weekend from whichever day he’s asked because keen is the vibe, sorry Louie]

Bobby: 👌😂

Libi: don’t be mean 😫😅

Libi: plenty of girls would be happy to go out with him

Bobby: Yeah and I’m not running him down to any of them, or you even really, I already told you I think he’s a bit

Bobby: 🤓🥀

Bobby: He gestures A LOT, is he one of those OTT doing shakespeare in the theatre type actors or what?

Libi: I guess the role is pretty...campy

Libi: I can see what he’s going for even if I’d suggest toning it down 🤏

Libi: It’s a good thing you aren’t slagging him off to the girls, he’d not stand a chance then

Bobby: Who am I that they'd be bothered what I think? Not ever asked or been asked, me

Bobby: and everyone knows the butler has always got a massive agenda anyway

Libi: Lots of girls think you’re cute though

Bobby: 😳

Libi: What? I can’t tell you you’re handsome

Libi: and that girls have obviously noticed that

Bobby: I guess 'cause I don't 👀 it I don't 💭 about it, I dunno but it's 😳

Libi: I get it

Libi: it IS weird when other people say it

Libi: @ Louie @ Jake

Libi: it’s not like when family say it but you know they have to say it, even if they mean it… 🤔 first and foremost it’s ‘cos they 💘 you

Libi: Saying we’ll get used to it sounds very big-headed but I guess it won’t freak us out as much from now on

Libi: 🤞

Bobby: I'm not sure there's a proper way for me not to get freaked out when other people notice me, even if it is only with their 👀 'cause I still forget I exist to them most of the time 🤷‍♂️

Bobby: but obviously the play was just the start for you, loads of lads are gonna wanna be more than mates with you everywhere you go, soon as they realise how great you are, so yeah, I better get used to that

Bobby: 🤞🤞 I find stuff to 📌📅 when you're on all these dates

Libi: Of course you exist to them! The school is just too bloody lazy to actually make it so more students can acknowledge and actually converse with you like everyone else 😤

Libi: though acting like they’re the issue when it’s actually the world at large is not helpful of me at all

Libi: Ha! I’ll still be sharing a stage with the likes of Lucie, I think the majority of the male population will find other places to look, Bobs 😏

Libi: Anyway, I’ll soon lose any points if I brush enough of them off like poor Louie 😕

Bobby: Alright, maybe I’m not fully 👥 but nobody knows me well enough for 💘

Bobby: and anyone who prefers Lucie knows literally nothing

Bobby: you’d score all ✔️ in everything that makes people 😁 and 😍 you’re not losing any points for Louie or Jake, don’t even worry

Libi: Yet

Libi: Pretty sure that’s the point of dating

Libi: not that I’m an expert on the subject 😅

Libi: you’re sweet

Bobby: You know what I mean, unless it’s a blind date you usually already know each other a bit, enough to be interested anyway

Bobby: nobody’s there yet

Libi: You want to start looking?

Libi: Lots of girls still like the boy to initiate, old-fashioned but works in our favour

Bobby: not my prefered genre either, it’s okay

Libi: 👍

Libi: We could go see the horror after, I’ve checked the times

Bobby: long as your nan doesn’t mind me keeping you out that late, I’m cool with it

Libi: She wouldn’t hold back telling you if she did by now

Bobby: True

Bobby: but don’t mention to Louie what a lucky escape he’s had there or he’ll fancy himself as Romeo next

Libi: Thank GOD we’re not attempting Shakespeare… what Lady Macbeth and the young lovers might inspire in everyone isn’t something I’m ready to find out yet

Bobby: he does put a silent character in most of his plays though, that’d make sir’s job of casting me well easy

Libi: let’s not make his job any easier

Libi: his creative ‘vision’ (as he puts it, I would never) is lacking in well, any creativity

Libi: casting potential included, of course

Libi: I think we’ve all made the best of though, don’t you?

Bobby: What you’re saying is, where’s the blind-deaf solidarity if he’s gonna keep his 👀 shut the whole time 😏

Bobby: *you’ve made it loads better than it should be and deserve all the credit he’ll lap up on opening night

Bobby: that’s what I think

Libi: It definitely wasn’t a one-woman mission

Libi: you’ve done loads, for example

Libi: we’ll have our own afterparty of sorts, and he won’t be invited to make a speech 😏🙌

Bobby: Only props which anyone who takes art could’ve done but I’m not gonna say no to a 🥳

Bobby: is Louie invited?

Libi: I think everyone but the teachers will have to at least be offered an invite

Libi: wrap parties are tradition… I think 🤔😋

Bobby: what about China and Jake?

Libi: Yeah, them too…

Libi: In American films they go to diners, we could do an equivalent, not necessarily a party party

Libi: so we don’t look like we’re ‘taking over’ or whatever

Bobby: Let’s go to [somewhere that has an american diner vibe because I’m sure there is] they have the best 🍨

Libi: Yes! 💡

Libi: Who can be 😠😒🙄 at sundaes?

Bobby: J and J weren’t and they always were back then

Libi: Exactly

Libi: If they can manage to crack a smile, like

Libi: I won’t be heartbroken if certain people don’t want to do it but not going to be accused of any more cliquey-ness

Bobby: me either but I’d be 😁 if we were the only ones there

Bobby: which is why I’ll never be the main character of anything but a really low budget indie

Libi: I find socializing exhausting so I can only imagine how much more you do

Libi: Much easier staying kids and not being expected to do anything we didn’t 100% want to, yeah

Bobby: yeah

Bobby: have they done Peter Pan before? Be more fun than shakespeare

Libi: Not that I know of

Libi: we should ask Ms Howe

Bobby: Alright, but I won’t mention to her how I reckon Jake and Louie could fight it out for who’s gonna be the 🐊⏰ depending which one’s the fastest at taking your hints you’re not interested once this play’s over

Bobby: Or that China’ll have to be 🧚 if you’re Wendy

Libi: Ugh, don’t! She’d LOVE the outfit, if she could convince Mullan to let her wear it… 🙄

Libi: I’d cast her as Nana for the shade of it all, as I’m such a bitch don’t you know, but she’s far too lovely a dog to warrant such a miscast 😏

Bobby: Mr Mullan will probably wanna cast me when he realises it’s not a talking 🐶 she’d have a fight on her hands again 😏

Libi: I think you’d look excellent in a bonnet 🤭

Bobby: I’d rather be the lil brother with the 🧸 be a good luck charm and a weapon against dickheads if needed

Bobby: he’s too young to say much anyway if I remember right

Libi: You’d get to wear pajamas for the whole first act too 👍

Libi: Again, not to sound like a broken record about it, making Peter deaf could be really interesting and make the plot even more heightened

Libi: There’s lots of things he doesn’t understand about real life and real people because he’s immortal, if there’s that added communication barrier between him and the lost boys, it makes the way he is even more logical, in its way, it’s a easy, perhaps a little cliche way, to show he isn’t an ordinary boy

Libi: Not to mention the relationship he and Wendy manage to forge despite this would break the audiences hearts even more when they inevitably lose it

Libi: Clearly, I’ll have to write this persuasive essay for Sir before the next play is decided 😅

Bobby: 😲

Bobby: that’s SUCH a 🥇💡

Bobby: now I’m actually speechless

Libi: I’m pretty proud of that one, ngl

Libi: need to expand the 💭 but it’s got legs, right

Libi: I thought our last idea did but there’s less wriggling out of this, it being a fantasy and all

Bobby: Like you said, we’ll go to Ms Howe, convince her and let her worry about dealing with him, I’ll help you, transition year is a massive faff Jim was right

Libi: Is it nice to have the break though? After your exams last year

Bobby: 🤏 work experience is the best bit by far though and I don’t get many breaks there

Bobby: gonna have to start going 🛌 proper early like I’m 👴

Libi: ⏲ if you mean it

Bobby: 💔 but yeah

Libi: 💔 is easier to deal with than 🥱 in the morning

Bobby: Dunno about that, maybe when it’s Louie on the receiving end of the 💔 and you’re 🥱 of his 😍

Libi: Shh, don’t remind me

Libi: dreading this reply more than my homework

Bobby: [knows her well enough that he writes the kind of reply he knows she would send and it doesn’t even sound like a pisstake]

Bobby: ✔️

Libi: See, you’re a natural actor

Libi: that was a little TOO convincing, if anything

Libi: but I’m not in a position to turn down help 🙏🙌

Bobby: Not if you want me to come round and help with your homework before the ⏲ runs out and all

Libi: 😘

[mikejones-rp]

Heart On Fire (Part I) || POV

You may be asking yourself why you’re reading this is english. Well, as it turns out POV is short for Point Of View, which basically means that you, my dear reader, are inside my british mind. Since I can only speak three words in Portuguese so far - thanks, Cadu, you’re worthless - I thought it would make this experience a lot more realistic if it sounded like you could hear my thoughts. Is my voice silvery and desembodied enough? Great! Because we’ll be together for next narratives. They’re all really important to understand where I am right now. I wish I could tell you how many parts it will be, but that would spoil all the fun, and aparently my rightful owner is the only one who appreciates that. SO, with no further adue, I’d like you to sit comfortably, for this story began waaaaaay back.

Over a decade ago, to be more specific. 

I can’t remember quite well when have I had my last full night of sleep. Ever since the talent show was anounced at my school, my brain just couldn’t process anything else, let alone keep itself quiet. When I wasn’t writting, you could find me succumbing to a pile of nerves and doubts over my most recent original piece. Countless kneaded papers were accumulating themselves on something that sort of looked like a pyramid on my bedroom floor. Though my mother kept yelling at me for not cleaning that up, I just couldn’t bring myself to actually do it. How could I? When all I could think of was what would she think of the song? Obviously I was risking way more than I ever could in my whole lifetime by deciding that I would expose my love not only to the girl who owned it, but also to the entire school at once. Well, they say there’s nothing better to create the perfect artist then nervosism and judgement, right?

When I woke up on that fatidic thursday morning, I almost experienced a cardiac arrest. I had slept with the guitar over my lap, still sitting on the bed and with my lamp turned on. Probably somewhere around 4 A.M. - maybe later. All I know is that the extremely irritating noise began at six. Without even thinking, I grabbed the digital alarm clock and threw it as further as I could, pulling it from the outlet with the jolt. A few minutes went by during my research for inner calm, and then, when I could retrieve my usual heart rate, I set the guitar aside and rested my head over marked hands. My fingers were slightly cut due to constant contact with the nylon chords. They didn’t hurt, though. Maybe they were numbed by the adrenaline running through my veins, as well as the rest of body, that apperently couldn’t bring itself to feel a thing. Tired and broken, but still excited, I got up and walked to the bathroom door on the hall. Knocked over it a few times, as usual. “Common’ Guine, hurry up!!! I can’t be late today!” I shouted, hoping that my voice would be louder than the music and the sound of the water falling. After getting no answer - and no sleep, I let the anger rule my actions. “Are you planning to die in there? Get the fuck out!”

I know, I know! Don’t scream something like this to your sister when she’s indeed not getting a full life, even if she’s still leaving the shower. But, on common’ routine, my sister’s ability to be fashionably late to everything was irritating already. That day specially, I was able to get her out with my bare hands, if she didn’t cooperate. 

Mom, of course, had to listen to the screaming coming from uptairs, and very much at the right time, showed up with a laughing face. Guine had just opened the door and left the bathroom whistling the american pop sensation of the time. Bieber, I think. “He’s singing to Karen today, honey.” Was her sweet way of mocking me and advertising my sister at the same time. As Guineviere was about to open her mouth and add a snarky comment that, yes, I could antecipate, I found myself mumbling a “Shut up!” and closing the door behind me. Maybe you find it weird that my whole family knew about the feelings I fed for K. but honestly? The only person who couldn’t tell I looked at her like an imbecil, was her. Used to having Karen and Harry over for lunch, my parents had gotten pretty good at noticing my different behavior around them. So good, that I actually think I heard my father sing the lyrics to the song the other day. We were pretty united, I know. 

It was only when the four of us were driving to the school, with me holding the guitar like my life depended on it, that I realised how long it had been since I actually had a conversation with K. It didn’t cross my mind that because I was so foccused on her song, I actually forgot to focus on her. We hadn’t talked, nor texted in at least two weeks. On that moment I wish I knew how she was feeling, or what news she could possibly have to tell me. And oh! If I can use this moment to leave a note to my older self, it’d be DON’T EVER FUCKING THINK LIFE CAN’T SURPRISE YOU. Okay. Moving on. 

I got there, said goodbye to my folks, signed my name on the performers list, walked backstage and looked for Harry. Even though we had something that couldn’t be called a band but still was, both of us always performed separately. He said it was his moment to get the girls crazy. Now that I’m thinking of it, I believed I inspired myself in the bastard to come up with that stupid confession plan. But that year, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I thought maybe he’d already gotten a girl crazy, and moved on. 

Name after name, my nervousism would come up. Until it was my turn to go on stage. At the moment that I steped on that wooden floor and walked towards the microfone, my numbness died, and everything that I wasn’t beeing able to feel so far, came bursting through my chest. “I’m proud to introduce Leopold Butcher singing an original composition called Heart On Fire!”  Was that my queue to start singing? Or at least move? Probably. I had never gotten stage frightened before, but on that moment, all my muscles were sore with an indescribable level of pain. I tried to move, I swear, but still, all I could see was her holding hands with him on the audience. Smiling and cheering me up. Fuck. “Hm... Sorry, but you said the wrong name. This is not my song.” 

The woman looked at me with a confused face. Then at the paper. Then at me again. She was about to tell everybody that, yes, that was the name of the song on the sheet that I had filled, but before that, I played the first chords to what would later be called ‘Fake Tales of San Francisco’. God knows what made me able to compose a whole new piece at once. Anger? Sadness? Frustration? Or the theory earlier discused that judgment makes the greatest artists? Whatever it was, I never won the talent show. The kid that could do mallabarism got the prize. Funny, huh? I also never won her affection. Or the opportunity to be truly honest to someone. And so far, Heart On Fire is only the first on a long list of songs never performed. You’re about to get acquainted with a few others, but since I love the thought of a dramatic and well structured show, this won’t happen until next week :)

[stuffandnosense]

3:07 AM

A Plance tag (or deleted not-Shiro-POV scene, rather) to my one shot 7 Vargas. Because I couldn’t get the Plance possibilities out of my head. Oops. XD

In any case, the original oneshot can be found here, and is basically a lot of Lance whump and Shiro and Lance bonding, along with some team feels and suggested Plance. You shouldn’t have to read it to understand this, though I would appreciate any comments on it as well!

Anyway, thank you so much for reading! Warnings for panick attacks/PTSD.

***

Where did I fall asleep this time? Pidge wonders.

Her neck and limbs are at odd angles, one arm twisted behind and under her, one of her legs is thrown over something while the other foot feels trapped, and she’s pretty sure that’s a wall against her forehead. But there are walls everywhere; that doesn’t really narrow it down.

She registers, finally, the softness of a mattress under her, but it doesn’t feel like her own. How she knows that is beyond her.

Pidge rolls to her back from the awkward position she’s been in on side, prying her arm out from under herself to straighten it and reclaiming her foot from under...something warm. Someone. She feels tentatively with the leg that seems to be thrown over the same person, and the size of the shape tells her it’s Hunk. Then a snore comes from the other end of the bed. Presence of Hunk confirmed.

Hunk’s legs twisting up near her head, however, aren’t the only warmth under the twisted covers that aren’t even really covering much of anyone. She glances to her left and finds the outline of Lance’s back near the edge of the bed.

Right. Lance. Lance’s room, Lance’s bed, the we-can’t-leave-Lance-alone-right-now, post-healing-pod hangout session that apparently turned into an unintended sleepover. Lance is the only one in pajamas - the ones he changed into as soon as they got him back to his room after he came out of the pod earlier in the day. Pidge remembers hovering outside for a few minutes once they got here, until Hunk opened the door again to let her in.

It’s clear none of them necessarily meant to fall asleep. Hunk’s shoes are still on, Pidge’s glasses are still clinging precariously to her face, and Lance’s robe is still cinched loosely around his waist. She can’t really do anything about the robe and she doesn’t want to throw her glasses anywhere - nor does she wants to completely cimb over both of them to get out of the bed - but she manages to quietly pry Hunk’s shoes off and leans over Lance’s back to drop them carefully to the floor where her own are scattered.

That’s when she realizes Lance is shivering in his sleep. It’s not much - she wouldn’t have seen it in the dark - but she can feel it for a moment when she brushes against him.

“Aw Lance…” she sighs, barely audible.

Pidge drops the shoes and rests a hand on his arm as she settles behind him again, rubbing up and down for a minute or two until the shivering seems to ease off. Satisfied that he’s okay for now, she turns over against the wall and tries to go back to sleep.

She can’t. Not now that she’s awake. Not now that she’s thinking about what happened to him. The Galra only had him and Shiro for a few vargas on that outpost...but it was enough for them to hurt him.

Why did hacking their surveillance system have to be so easy compared with actually getting her friends out of there? Not that it had been hard...it just took time. There were a surprising number of personnel and sentries to avoid for such a small outpost, and that made it more difficult. She had no chance of rescuing them outright. She had to sneak back into the secondary control center, hack into their computer to establish a link with her suit computer so she could work remotely, then hightail it out of there to find somewhere better to hide until she could write a program to shut the base down.

Of course she’d wanted to find them - to keep an eye on them until she could get them out. But…

She can’t erase the image of Lance strapped to that table from her mind. She can’t un-hear his screams, or un-feel how much her chest ached when he was sobbing on Shiro’s shoulder afterwards in the cell they shared for those few vargas.

She couldn’t get them out fast enough. And Lance suffered. And Shiro told her over and over while Lance was in the healing pod that none of this was her fault but it still feels like it was.

If she’d gotten them out of there sooner Lance might not be terrified of being alone right now. He might not have had that look on his face when he asked her and Hunk to stick around after he climbed into bed - the one that meant please don’t leave please don’t leave…

The sound of heavy breathing derails her thoughts, and Pidge twists onto her back again until she can see Lance. He’s still facing away from her, but this time his shoulders are moving enough that she can tell even in the dimness. She waits just a moment, to see if the breathing will even out, but it doesn’t. Instead it becomes interspersed with the kind of quiet squeaks that can only be caused by barely suppressed sobs.

“Lance…?” Pidge whispers. She slides closer, trying not to wake Hunk. Another snore tells her there’s no danger of that just yet.

“Lance, are you awake?” she asks gently. The only answer she gets is a sob and a gasp that he doesn’t try as hard to keep quiet. Her own throat tightens. “Hey…”

Pidge wiggles a hand under the arm Lance isn’t laying on and tugs gently on the shoulder she hooks, trying to turn him over toward her so she can see his face, but he stays stubborn on his side, resisting her and still facing away. He curls further into himself to boot, and the too-heavy breaths just pick up in speed as his fingers dig into his hair.

“Lance, it’s okay,” Pidge says. It comes out more urgently at first as her chest clenches in fear, before she remembers to keep it gentle. “You’re...you’re okay. You’re safe. You’re safe, Lance…”

A fresh sob forces its way out with a frustrated sound. “I-I...I...I kn - ow…” he gasps. “I just...can’t—”

“I know, I know…” Pidge wiggles her arm farther through his, and manages to push other arm under and around him.  She holds on as best she can and presses her forehead into the back of his neck, because that’s all she can do. “It’s okay, just breathe...I know it’s hard. Just focus on me, okay? Focus on my voice.”

Trembling hands clasp over her own where she’s twisted them in the front of his pajama shirt, and she talks. She tells him about the projects she’s working on and how the code works and asks him to repeat things back to her.

“That’s not what I said at all; you’re not paying attention.”

“I don’t kn-know h...how that….stuff... wo - orks...Pidge…”

She can feel his chest seizing under her fingers as he struggles to calm down and struggles for air. “I know you don’t. That’s why you have to listen.”

“What are y-ou...do...ing…?”

“If you’d pay attention you’d know.”

Slowly, focusing on the details she’s forcing him to try to remember takes his mind off of whatever he was thinking about, or dreaming out. Eventually he’s mumbling back whatever she says without difficulty breathing, and he isn’t curled up so tight anymore, and he just sounds tired.

“And then Mario makes Bowser eat the code so he and Peach can escape from the game.”

“Then Mario makes Bowser eat...what??” Lance flattens out onto his back to raise an eyebrow at her in confusion.

His movement pushes her back and off of him in the process. Pidge sits up as she’s ousted from her position, and smiles down at him. “Hey. There you are.”

His cheeks are still stained with dried and drying tear tracks, and his eyes are puffy and damp clumps of hair stick to his forehead. It’s not exactly the best picture. Pidge doesn’t care, but he seems suddenly keenly aware of it. His cheeks go red and he tries away from her again, but she stops him gently.

“It’s okay, Lance.”

He lets her stop him, flopping back against his pillow with a shaky sigh. “Sorry,” he whispers, staring at the ceiling.

“I said it’s okay, and I mean it.”

Lance makes a face.

“I mean it,” Pidge repeats.

Lance lets out a breath and lifts his head just long enough to take in Hunk at the other end of the bed. “You both stayed…”

“Of course we stayed.”

“You didn’t have to…”

“You asked us to, Lance.”

He looks at her, just for a moment, but then his gaze slips to the ceiling and stays there. He seems calm, but there are still fresh tears streaming silently from the corners of his eyes.

She lays back down beside him, on her back, looking at the ceiling too. Maybe if she’s not staring at him it will help.

“I…” he says after a moment. He has to stop to clear his throat. “I guess I knew if I was by myself I’d...I’d think.” The last word comes out on a hitched breath.

“Do you want to talk about anything?” she asks quietly. His breath picks up for a moment. “You don’t have to,” she adds.

His calms again, but he curls into her shoulder and cries softly instead. She lets him, wordlessly stroking a hand through his hair until it tapers off.

“It’d be great if I could stop doing that,” he sighs, grimacing in frustration against her sleeve.

“It’s okay…”

“Wh-why can’t I...I mean I just…why...why do I feel like this? I can’t...stop.”

“Can’t stop feeling like what?”

“Like I’m...broken. Or something…”

Pidge shakes her head automatically. “Stop it, Lance. You’re not broken. You just got back; you can’t expect yourself to just be completely okay.”

His voice drops to barely a whisper, and she is still staring at the ceiling to give him some semblance of privacy as he mumbles into her shoulder. “It hurt, Pidge.” His breath catches again. “We’re in the middle of a war! What if it happens again and I can’t do what I did this time? What if I tell them something?”

He sobs once. “I thought about it...Shiro was wrong. I did think about it. I...I tried to figure out if there was something I could tell them that wouldn’t hurt anybody. Because I couldn’t make something up or I figured they’d know and it would just be worse...but I just...wanted it to stop.”

She has to swallow hard before she can answer. “Lance…anyone would have thought about it.”

“And I almost died once!” He doesn’t seem to be listening to her anymore. “Th-they wouldn’t turn it off and I couldn’t...couldn’t breathe and I thought I was dead but I didn’t want Shiro to—” He stops abruptly, pulling in a sharp breath but letting it out more slowly.

“I...I...sorry, Pidge. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be telling you all this…”

“You can tell me anything you want to tell, me, Lance. It’s okay; you’re trying to process a lot right now.”

He swallows and settles on his back again, swiping at his cheeks. “How’d you learn that stuff you did?” he asks instead.

“What stuff? Code?” She glances at him briefly, then back to the ceiling because that’s where he’s looking.

“No...I mean...when you were trying to make me tell you what you said and all.”

“Oh...my mom,” Pidge says. “She did it for me after my dad and my brother disappeared...I’d have episodes like that too. I just...couldn’t breathe. I can’t cook, so she’d recite recipes or something else that wasn’t really my thing and make me repeat it back until I calmed down.”

Lance scoffs quietly. “What else isn’t your thing? You know everything.”

“I do not; shut up.”

Lance chuckles weakly, and it’s quiet for a little while. “We’re gonna find them, you know,” he says. He finds her hand between them on the mattress and squeezes it.

She blinks at the ceiling in surprise at the contact. “Thanks…”

Why is he trying to comfort her? She was supposed to be helping him. But...maybe this does help him. She is starting to realize, the more she gets to know him, that he really is thinking of everyone else a lot of the time. His personality just does a good job of hiding that far too often.

“You didn’t want Shiro to what?” she asks then.

“What?”

“What you were saying before you cut yourself off.”

“Oh...nothing.”

She looks at him finally, staring silently until he realizes she’s doing it and sheepishly glances over at her. He sighs and looks away again.

“I just meant I didn’t want him to think it was his fault...if I...you know...died. They were trying to get him to answer them, I think...when I couldn’t...when I couldn’t breathe.” His hand tightens around hers. “They were using it against him. I just...I think I tried to tell him it was okay?” He blinks back tears. “I-I didn’t want to die but I couldn’t let him blame himself...you know?”

“Yeah…”

She remembers that. She remembers Shiro struggling to get up off his knees but held back by the chain keeping him near the wall, screaming at the druid to stop before he killed Lance. She’d had the sound muted for a while by then because she had to turn it off or she couldn’t focus. But when Shiro panicked and jumped up she turned it back on.

She was almost ready to burst in there, program ready or no, whether they captured her too or she died for it or not.

She wasn’t going to let Lance die.

But he almost did, and her heart is pounding again just thinking about it.

“Pidge? Pidge...Pidge?”

Lance’s urgent whispering snaps her out of...somewhere, and she realizes she’s now holding his hand in a vice grip in both of hers rather than just one, and she’s curled toward him the way he was curled into her shoulder a few minutes ago. And the way he’s looking at her...

“Sorry,” she breathes.

He knows now. She can see the wheels turning behind his eyes as he scowls at her in concern. “Are you okay?” he asks. “You went all space cadet on me for a minute there...”

He could have died. They could have lost him, and he wouldn’t be here looking at her like that. Caring about her like that. And she can never change what did happen. She can’t go back and write the program faster or make another plan and keep him from going through that.

She isn’t sure when she starts crying, or when Lance shifts closer to pull her into his chest. He’s still rubbing her back gently when she can focus again.

“How much did you see?” he asks, from above her head.

He sounds like he isn’t sure he wants to know. Pidge winces against his shirt and presses her forehead farther into his chest.

“Pidge, come on. I’m not stupid; I know you found us somehow.”

She lets out a long breath, stealing herself before she answers. “Finally got into the secondary control room you and Shiro had been targeting maybe two or so vargas after the Galra grabbed you...I patched in and got out. I had a feed after that. The place wasn’t huge..it didn’t take long to find you…”

Lance goes stiff against her, and maybe it’s her imagination but she thinks he seems suddenly colder. “Tell me you didn’t just leave it on…”

Pidge closes her eyes, and there are still tears finding their way down her cheeks; she’s glad he can’t see them with her face hidden against his shirt. “I had to be sure they weren’t going to kill you; I didn’t know you’d be in there almost two vargas—!”

She’s pretty sure the quiet stream of words that comes next is a lot of swearing, but her Spanish has never been that great. “...Pidge,” it ends.

“I had the sound off most of the time!” She swallows. “I-I...couldn’t…” She couldn’t listen to him screaming.

More Spanish. Probably more swearing. Oh, yep, that one she recognizes. Definitely swearing.

“Did your mother raise you with that mouth?” It comes out before she can really think about it. She would do anything right now to keep from hurting him any more. Even give in to his usual level of joke.

The sob from above her head may be laced with a certain small amount of humor, but it’s still a sob. “It’s not funny, Pidge.”

“I’m sorry…I-I don’t...know how to deal with this...”

This time he really does laugh, even though he’s forcing it through the crying. “Join the club.” He groans a frustrated sound like the ones he made earlier, but from deeper in his chest than before.

“You weren’t supposed to see all that,” Lance whispers. “It was bad enough they made Shiro watch it all…are you okay?”

“NO I’m not okay!” she whispers back.

He huffs, but he seems to appreciate her honesty. “I guess we can be a mess together…” He pulls back suddenly to make her look at him. “Hey. Hey, you know none of that was your fault, right?”

She avoids his gaze, trying to duck back into his chest.

“Pidge!”

“Shh! You’ll wake up Hunk.”

“He could sleep through a train wreck; trust me, I was his roommate. Pidge…”

More tears on her face. Why won’t they stop? “I should have gotten you out sooner…”

“You’re you, Pidge; I know you did the best you could. If it took that long, it took that long. I didn’t doubt you for a second; I’m the one who told Shiro you’d be coming after us. HE actually thought you’d listen to him.”

She snorts through her tears. “He should know better.” She gasps in surprise when a pair of lips plant themselves firmly on her forehead.

“I’ll be okay, Pidge,” Lance says. “Thanks to you. And you’ll be okay too. I mean I guess it might take a while, but…”

“Yeah…”

A monumental snore from the other end of the bed interrupts any thought she had after that. She exchanges a glance with Lance, and they’re both giggling before she can overthink it.

They settle on their backs again, side by side but closer than before. They’re both scrubbing at their faces, and neither of them are breathing quite right, still - the aftershocks of emotion still shuddering through them occasionally. That will pass, too, like the tears that have finally stopped.

Lance holds a hand across his body flat out at her, after it’s been quiet a while. “So yeah. Messes together, I guess?”

Pidge smiles and reaches to high-five the offered hand gently. Lance smiles back and catches her fingers before they can slip away.

They fall asleep like that, fingertips linked between them, and if Hunk is raising his eyebrows at them in the morning they pretend not to notice.

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Remaining Unpredictable

Requested by: @zlorac Prompt: A: Is that a threat or are you flirting with me? B: Both. Neither. A mixture of the two. I like to stay unpredictable.

Carlos De Vil x Reader (Gaston’s Daughter)

A/N: I’m sorry if this sucks omg, I was trying to make this different from all of the other Carlos x Reader imagines out there. I also didn’t proofread so there’s that but I hope you guys enjoy!

(Y/N)’s POV

Why did I agree to come here again? Oh right, to save King Ben because the other VKs lost him. I can’t necessarily blame the others 100% because King Ben can be a little ditzy and naive at times, he believes that there is good in everyone. He’s not wrong about the last part, if you dig deep enough then you’re guaranteed to find good. The people on the Isle of The Lost aren’t all bad, the parents made some bad decisions but the kids shouldn’t have to pay for it. I was the 5th person that was invited to the school with the core four, the interesting part was that I’m the daughter of Gaston.

Back on the Isle I didn’t have many friends, I liked to keep to myself. There was the Core Four and then the pirate crew which my brother had joined. They wanted to take us VKs in small doses so when they chose me, I had to leave Gil behind. Gaston was the Beast’s worst enemy so they chose me, thinking that I’d be more open to becoming an Auradon girl. I had a mission of my own just like the others, I was supposed to get the wand and put the Beast away in the process. The others wanted to get the barrier down. Somewhere along the way we all became friends, our little tight knit friend group was like a safe haven. If there was one thing about the villain kids, it’s that we’re very good at keeping secrets. Mal, Jay, and Evie had been keeping a secret about me and I was dying to find out. Carlos was as oblivious as I was.

Speaking of Carlos, the boy made me crazy. He was so sweet that it made me sick. He was the toothache that the dentist had to take care of when you ate too much candy. He was the sunshine on a cloudy day, he was like a fireplace when it was cold. My life changed ever since we came to Auradon, Carlos started growing on me. I’m not too sure how it happened but he made me feel these unknown feelings. It was hard to breath around him and I wanted to throw up. I just figured that maybe he was repulsing me, maybe getting rid of him would make me feel better, these feelings would subside. I hated when he was with Jane, she was everything that he could’ve ever hoped for. She was beautiful, smart, shy, and helpful. I was loud, ambitious, sassy, sarcastic, and caring when it came to my close friends and family, this included Carlos.

Carlos’s POV

“Are you going to help us or not?” Jay was exasperated with the fact that (Y/N) hadn’t responded yet. “Of course, you need another person who knows the Isle and who can fight.” (Y/N) ran a hand through her hair, (H/C) strands poking out from the spaces in between her fingers. She was lovely even when she was angry. “I’m coming too!” The three of us turned towards the voice and were met with Lonnie, the daughter of Mulan and Shang. She eventually convinced Jay and I with the help of (Y/N).

We made it to the Isle in matter of minutes and then ran to Mal’s hideout. “(Y/N)! What are you doing here?” Mal hugged our friend before (Y/N) said, “I’m here to help. I can take on Harry if you need me to because we all know that my brother won’t be a challenge.” Gil was a really nice guy and he was a good fighter but he was a bit dopey at times. I walked closer to (Y/N) and said, “I’ll cover you.” I was met with a sigh and an eye roll before she disappeared into the direction of the docks. I honestly couldn’t understand why she was so cold towards me. I’ve been nothing but nice to her, she makes me want to grab her and profess my love. The girl is absolutely gorgeous with her alluring eyes and lustrous hair. She was sassy and sarcastic, if I could compare the two of us to a legendary Disney couple it’d be Rapunzel and Flynn Rider. She was headstrong but always went out of her way to help people which I admired. Her hair had a coconut smell to it and her smile outdid the sun. “Carlos, we have to get going!” Evie dragged me out of the hideout and towards the docks where we’d be met with the infamous pirate crew.

(Y/N)’s POV

“Hey, hey, hey, hey! (Y/N)!” Carlos was running at an alarming speed towards the end of the docks to where I was. Before he was able to put on his breaks, he ran straight into me causing us to make a ruckus. “If you weren’t so cute, I would’ve punched you in the face 20 times by now for messing up the plan.” I grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him behind a bunch of barrels as we hid from the pirate crew. We hadn’t gone into the circular entrance to the ship yet and we were supposed to sneak in so we had to lay low. “Did ye hear that, Gil? I coulda sworn I heard intruders.” The one and only Harry Hook was talking to my brother and looking for Carlos and I, since we had made a scene. “Hey, (Y/N). Was what you said earlier a threat or were you flirting with me?” Carlos had an intense look on his face as he stared you down, waiting for an answer. “Both. Neither. A mixture of the two. I like to stay unpredictable.” His eyebrows scrunched up as he looked down at the ground before whispering under his breath, “I could’ve sworn that she didn’t like me.” A kick to the barrel that the two of us were hiding behind caused me to place my hand over Carlos’s mouth. Gil peeked behind the barrel to find Carlos and I in a somewhat compromising position since it was a tight space and we were trying to hide. “(Y/N)? What are you doing back on the Isle? I should tell dad, he’d love to see you!” I quickly took my left hand and covered his mouth while my right was over Carlos’s, “I know that you’re helping Uma but we really need King Ben back. You most definitely cannot tell dad that I’m back because he’d look for me and make me stay here since I didn’t get the wand 6 months ago.” Gil nodded in response before looking behind him, checking to see if Harry was gone. “Please help us? You could come back with me to Auradon! We could be the brother-sister duo that we were before and you’ll love it there. Dreams surely do come true.” Gil smiled goofily while removing my hand, “I didn’t know that my baby sister was such a dreamer. I’m only going to help you because you’re family and because Uma hasn’t been treating me nicely lately.” So we formulated a plan and all Carlos could do was watch.

Carlos’s POV

So does she like me or not? I need answers and I’m not leaving the Isle until I get them. Everyone thought that I was a pushover and a sweetheart but not today, I was going to be as stubborn as (Y/N) was. She extracted her hand from my face before leading me to the pirate ship where we met the rest of the core four. “Where were you guys? We should’ve gotten started already. Who knows what they’ve done with Ben!” Mal whined at us before marching through the entrance and then began arguing with Uma.

(Y/N) and Gil made eye contact with each other and then let their captivating eyes travel towards my being. The plan was that once Uma got the fake wand, (Y/N) would take on Harry while Gil cut King Ben out of the ropes and got him to the limo. I was supposed to watch (Y/N)’s back and throw the smoke bombs when I needed to. Next thing you know, swords are clanging against each other, people are being thrown in the water, and (Y/N) has Harry pinned on the ground. “It’s not that easy to defeat me, Lass.” Harry got up and went to knock (Y/N)’s feet from under her but I ran in between, grabbing his hook while he was distracted. “Here boy!” I yelled in Harry’s direction, causing him to stare at me with a horror stricken face before begging me not the throw it. “Fetch.” The silver hook was submerged into the water, sending Captain Hook’s son in after it.

“Why would you do something so stupid!?” All I could hear was (Y/N) yelling at me for putting myself in danger but if I didn’t then she would’ve gotten hurt. “I could’ve handled it!” She swung her sword at a female pirate, defeating her as I said, “The point is that you shouldn’t have to do everything yourself!” “I could never let you get hurt because of me! I can fight my own battles, Carlos!” I blew up, “All of you guys really need to stop treating me like I’m a lost puppy! I can protect any of you when it comes down to it. I’m not incapable of fighting and doing different kinds of things just because I’m a pushover!”

Lonnie had sent the last pirate over board while everyone else stared at me with an astonished look on their faces. (Y/N) came over and grabbed me by the arm, whispering, “We’ll talk about this later okay?” “Why later hm (Y/N)? Why can’t we talk right here and right now?” I was over everyone treating me like a little kid. If I wanted to protect (Y/N) then I should be able to do that. I love her and I don’t want her getting hurt. Her eyes began to glass over when she ran towards Gil, pulling him back through the circular entrance towards the limo. “Cmon bro. We’ve gotta go.” Jay pulled me off of the boat and into the limo.

“Get in the car, (Y/N).” I couldn’t see her but I was sure that she was shaking her head no. “I’m not going back with you guys.” “Do I have to physically pull you into the limo?” Jay asked as she hummed in disagreement “I’m not leaving my brother again.” Ben smiled and extended an invitation right then and there to Gil. “Awe man, really? Thank you so much!” He got in and sat next to Evie and (Y/N) trailed in behind him, making no eye contact with me whatsoever. I felt bad, I didn’t mean to blow up back there but I did. I should’ve just waited until we were off the ship.

Before I could fully succumb to my self wallowing, we were back at Auradon Prep. Everyone slowly trailed out of the car but I pulled (Y/N) back before she could leave back to her room. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene like that back there. You just mean a lot to me and I didn’t want you to get thrown overboard or hurt badly or anything. I just wanted to protect you because the truth is that you’re my entire world and more. I’d personally talk to Hades and see if he could help me get you back if I ever lost you. Will you plea-”

Birthday cake. That’s what her lips tasted like. They were soft and molded into mine perfectly. She let me know that I was forgiven through the kiss as she deepened it. I tangled my fingers in her hair while she cupped my face. Her thumbs traced my features while I pulled her closer.

“Hey sis, I was wondering if you could- oh sorry for interrupting I’m just gonna-” Her lips left mine cold as she pulled away, breaking the firework filled kiss. “Um, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” She rubbed the back of her neck before I pulled her into my warm embrace. She dug her face in the crook of my neck and made me smile. “I hope that you know that you’re mine now.” I smiled down at her when she said, “okay.” She left my embrace once again as she went to go help Gil with whatever it was that he needed help with. “You owe me $5!” Evie said as she held out her hand towards Mal. The purple haired girl huffed before slamming a $5 in Evie’s hand. They had been watching from the sidelines but I was too caught up with (Y/N) to even notice, I’m assuming that the secret was a bet about the two of us getting together. I laughed at my two friends and let a huge smile takeover my face. (Y/N) was finally mine and I had no intention of losing her.

~And just like that they lived happily ever after~

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When You Call Part 3

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, mentions of graphic violence, injury descriptions, fluff

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Characters: Alpha!Sam, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! It is time for part 3!!! Sorry it took so ling to post,gif hunting is serious business!  I hope y’all are enjoying this so far and I am loving the reactions that this fic is getting! Once again, many many many thanks to @emoryhemsworth for being my Beta reader, and thank you for dealing with all of my grammar and tense issues… you have a heart of gold!! As I mentioned in the announcement, there will be a part 3! This one is angsty still,but now, it actually has some fluff and a hint of sexy times in the future so hold on tight!!!!. I hope y’all enjoy! (Italics in this one signify internal dialogue as well…)

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Previously in “When You Call”:

“Like I wanna pass out… the pain is so bad… hurts to breathe,” Y/N replied. I could see it in her face the level of pain that she was in, her passing out may be a blessing for her. Just as I thought that, she was out like a light, I felt her pulse again and it was steady, which meant that Sam and I can get to work on her.

“Come on Sam, she’s out cold. Let’s get her patched up and let her rest.”

“I know better than to come near her when she’s in heat and you’re in the room. I wanna keep my life, thank you very much,” he replied. It was true, the thought of him touching her made my skin crawl but I couldn’t imagine letting her bleed more just because I was being protective.

“Listen, I get I’m an Alpha, but I’m not an animal, Sam. She needs us. Now hurry up and get your ass over here, help me get this bleeding under control.” I insisted. God, please let her get through this.

Originally posted by deztiel

Dean’s POV:

Three days. It had been three days since we finished patching her up and she’s only been awake for about 2 hours total. Only waking up for bathroom breaks, bandage changes, and when it’s time to take her meds. She wouldn’t breathe a word either.

Sam kept saying that it was good for her and that her body was under a lot of stress with her heat and the injuries that she sustained. It just didn’t feel right to me. She was usually so energetic, even if she’s hurt or in heat. The fact that she’s just laying here feels so foreign to me. I know it’s only been 72 hours but, my god I miss her laugh, her sarcasm, all of it.

Every time she’s awake it’s almost like I’m staring at a shell of who she was. She fidgets every time the bed even dips or gets bumped into. The worst part is seeing the silent tears that she sheds every time we have to touch any part of her.

“Dean?”

“What Sam?”

“Dude, it’s been three days, how much sleep have you gotten?”

“I can’t sleep Sam, every time I do I get nightmares. You know that.”

“But you won’t talk to me about them!”

“Sam, drop it.”

“But Dean—”

“Sammy, I said drop it.”

I couldn’t tell him. He wouldn’t understand. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw… I couldn’t even begin to process it, yet alone verbalize it. I looked at my watch and realized that I should probably eat something. “Sam, can you go out and get something to eat?”

“Wait, you’re hungry?” Sam asked, eyes widening in surprise.

No, I’m not hungry. Just the thought of food makes me wanna puke. I can’t even bear the smell of the stuff, but you keep on asking about shit I can’t talk about, so I’d rather you just leave so that I can cry in peace.

“Yeah, guess it’s finally catching up with me,” I shrugged, trying to sound convincing and it looked like he bought it. As soon as he left I felt the sting in my eyes.

Every time I blinked away the tears I saw the moment before she left for that damn bar. I remember her eyes: so angry, so passionate, so full of life. Her eyes are duller now. They are scared, mortified, scarred.

You had to be the asshole to push her away. Instead of telling her how scared you were of losing her, you blew up on her. Because of that, of you, she almost suffered what some would consider a fate worse than death. That’s on you. Remember that fire? That fight? Yeah it’s gone…. Because of you!

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I felt the tears, burning hot on my face. My shoulders shaking from the involuntary spasms in my chest.

Remember when she was crying on the ground that night? You could barely recognize her… Remember that? Remember when she was in so much pain that she couldn’t shake when she cried? I wonder who drove her into that situation. Hmmm… oh yeah, you.

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I tried to drown that nagging voice in my head with whiskey, but no dice.

You know damn well whiskey only makes me louder. I am you, the you that you try to bury, Dean. You can hide from me with everything else. You could hide with Cassie, Lisa, hell, even with Charlie…but not her. Look at her.

No.

Dammit Dean, look at her!

I slowly turned to look at her face. She looked so peaceful. The bruising made her complexion look like a tie dye shirt made of black, blue, purple, and green.

That woman, that Omega, that angel… She’s in that bed because of you. She’s scared and scarred because of you. She’s hurt emotionally and physically because you were too much of a coward to tell her the damn truth. To tell her that deep down, you knew that she was yours and vice versa. Fucking own it Dean! OWN IT!

“I’m so sorry, Y/N… I’m so sorry…” I blurted out as I gently brushed her hair away from her face. What kind of Alpha am I? I not only ignored what was there all along but then I let her go out there and get hurt.

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I decided that I needed a shower, to try to clear my head. As soon as I turned on the hot spray and stood under it, I began to scrub. I wanted to wash away all of the memories: the blood coming out of her mouth, the way she clung onto me for dear life. All of it. The more I scrubbed, the more I could see the tinge of red in the water as it cascaded down my body. I hadn’t showered in days, I was too scared to leave her side.

You were scared… You are scared… I never admitted that to myself. I never admitted any weaknesses, a soft spot. I never had one, other than Sammy.

You thought you never had one.

My mind went back to that night, the moans and cries that she’d emit in the middle of the night after we got her back to the motel. Every time I tried to comfort her, she would only shake more until she realized that it was me holding her. Those moments of terror in her eyes, they killed me.

They still do, stop lying to yourself.

“Y’know, it’d be really nice if you could just shut up for 5 minutes,” I grumbled into the air, just hoping that my subconscious would shut up. The damn thing was right though, and so was Sam and Y/N. She was right to leave, and she was right to be pissed at me. She was just doing her job. The truth was that we had no other plan, and the one that we did have would have ended up with at least one Winchester dead. She knew that, so she did what any other hunter would’ve done.

WHAT?! You are actually being honest with yourself? I mean, not like you have a choice because you’re stuck with me but still…

I continued to scrub and watched the blood go down the drain. I knew that by the end of it I must’ve used at least half of the hot water for the whole damn motel. When I stepped out I felt somewhat better, now that I had a nice conversation with myself and finally got the blood off of me.

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When I wiped the mirror I didn’t see myself. Usually I looked so sure of myself, so certain. Now, my beard was growing out, my hair’s all jacked up, but the scariest thing of all were my eyes. They looked dazed and confused, scared. I’m not Dean Winchester. I looked for any sign of my usual self, but I found none, I’m a scared Alpha wi- I can’t.

With no idea what he’s gonna do if his true mate doesn’t make it through. What are you gonna do?

“I don’t know,” I replied out loud.

I wiped the stray tears off of my face when I heard Sammy laugh. He must be watching something on T.V.  When I walked out I found him playing a video on his phone.

“Okay Sammy, truth or dare? Wait, are you recording me?!” slurred Y/N from his phone speakers.

I knew what he was playing immediately. About two weeks ago we were all celebrating a successful hunt back at the motel. Y/N had the idea to play some truth or dare and Sam was all for it. We had a bunch of laughs at each other’s expense that night.. it was so much fun… which just made me miss her more.

“Maybe… Dare!” I heard Sam’s voice loud and clear through the speakers.

Sam was so focused on the video he didn’t even hear the door open. He didn’t see me leaning against the door jam to the bathroom either.

“Okay, okay,” Y/N giggled. “Sam, I dare you to sing… the opening lines to ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ without a voice crack. Any time you do, you’ve gotta take a shot.”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N, that’s easy…” Sam’s voice said through the speakers as he began to belt out the lyrics. After that I heard him say “Well… shit, my phone’s running out of memory, say goodbye to the camera, Y/N!”

“Bye camera!!!” I heard her yell and then giggle.

The video stopped and I watched my brother look to Y/N then back to the phone as he said “Damn, Y/N. I miss you�� I had to hear your voice again, your happy voice. It always makes me feel better, that’s why I recorded you. You could make any situation better… I miss you so much.”

“I miss her too,” I chimed in quietly. Sam didn’t even flinch as he looked up at me.

“I don’t know how you’re even breathing right now Dean. Jess wasn’t my mate and it hurt, but damn, Y/N’s family. How long have we known her for? I don’t remember not having her in my life.” asked Sammy.

I had never told the story to Sam. Sammy was so young and as far as I was concerned, Y/N, blood or not, was and is family. I might as well tell him now since he’s asking.

“Since forever Sammy. Right after mom died and we went to Uncle Bobby’s for a while, her whole family was killed by werewolves while she was at a sleepover. She was still in danger, so Bobby took her in. Raised her as his own. He tried to keep her out of the life but, you know Y/N, she follows her own rules… That’s why all of your memories are with her, she helped raise you whenever we were at Bobby’s.”

“But… that was all the time,” Sam said softly.

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“Exactly, she was the one who taught me how to take care of you. Apparently she had a younger brother who didn’t make it out of the attack. He was 9 months old. She taught me how to burp you, change you, feed you, bathe you. Hell, she even taught me how to calm you down when you were fussy… that was all her,” I said, chuckling and smiling at the fond memory.

“That’s why she used to travel with us?” Sam asked quizzically, turning his head slightly to the side.

“No, she came on hunts because she already had such a strong bond with us. Dad and Bobby knew that Y/N and I could take care of you on our own while dad was hunting even though we were 5 or 6 at the time. It meant more company and more safety for everyone involved. Dad didn’t have to worry as much, I had a friend, Bobby knew we were safe, and you were a happy baby,” I replied as I walked over to her, lying motionlessly on the bed.

“She did all of that… for me? Why? I get that you’re my brother and dad left you no choice, but why her?” asked Sam.

I answered with the only thing I knew, the truth. “Because she loves you, just like I love you. You’re family, Sammy. Blood has nothing to do with family. She’d die for you, just like I would. She’d give everything up for either one of us, even if we didn’t deserve it. That’s why she still hunts with us and takes care of us. It’s because she loves us.”

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I heard Sam sniffle and I looked up at him, I saw tears cascade freely down his face. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I just thought she would say ‘I love you’ to me because we are hunters. We could die any day, so I thought she only saw me as a friend. I didn’t know she did any of that for me… or that you did any of that for me, you two raised me?”

I just smiled and nodded. “No, man, that woman loves you too. You know something, she even got you to say your first word.”

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Sam’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “She was trying so desperately to get you to learn how to read and talk. She knew that you were so smart just from how you looked around. You were so curious about the world around you. Every time she picked up a book, a cup, anything, she’d run to you and tell you what it was and spelled it out. She would say it slowly so that you could understand every syllable. One day we were in the Impala. Dad and Bobby were up front. She pulled out Ferdinand and once again said ‘booooookkk’ painfully slow. You were about a year and a half old at the time. Then out of nowhere I heard this tiny voice say ‘b-b-boo’ and Y/N kept on going. She said ‘It’s okay Sammy, you’ve got it, say ‘book’. Then this little voice said ‘book!’”

Sam looked at me with the most shocked face while I just looked back to Y/N. I brushed her hair out of her face as I continued with a chuckle. “Dad and Bobby’s heads snapped to the back as you started saying ‘book’ non stop. Y/N looked at you and said ‘great job Sammy, you’re such a big boy!!! Good job!’ Then she pointed to Ferdinand and said ‘This is a bull… can you say bull? You’re doing so good Sammy, b-b-uuulll.”

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Sammy’s face was now straining to keep his tears at bay, letting a smirk cross his face as I continued. “Sammy when I say this woman gave you the love of reading, I mean it. Every new book we got, she’d read to you. I would’ve been lost without her. Every time I cried about mom she was there. Every time I’d get hurt by something that dad would say, she was there. Every time I needed a break and I felt like collapsing, she was there.  Every nightmare, she was there, and look at how I repaid her,” I trailed off.

“What are you talking about Dean?” Sam’s face turned from solemn to concerned in 0.02 seconds flat.

“Nothing, Sam.”

“Dean…” warned my brother, letting me know that he wasn’t going to let it go.

“She did all of this for me, and what did I give her? The worst attitude because I was scared, I insulted her and then let her storm away. I forced her into a situation that almost killed her. She’s broken because of me, that’s what she gets for loving me. I’m just going to destroy her, Sam,” I said grimmly. I’m not any good for her and that’s the truth of the matter. That will never change.

“You know that if she was awake right now she’d smack you silly right? Stop kidding yourself Dean. She is in this situation because two douchebags decided that they were going to take something that never belonged to them in the first place. That’s not on you, on her, or on me. It’s on them, and they got what they deserved… Now go and eat, you look like you’re going to pass out.” Sam said firmly.

With that, we dropped the conversation. I ate as much as I could, but I couldn’t even get half the burger down and only a few fries. I also started to get warmer. I knew that my rut was coming. I’d been ignoring the bottomless pit of lust that had been building in my gut for days now. This one was different though. It was more than a pit feeling, it was a primal need. It was so bad that it caused my appetite to decrease more than it already had with Y/N in the situation that she was in. Her heat wasn’t at its best and her body was still healing. I could smell her scent it in every square inch of this room and it wasn’t helping, yet I couldn’t bear to be away from her. I just wanted her to wake up so I could tell her how I felt. I took some painkillers and Sam sprayed the room with aerosol specifically made to mask a heat, I opted to take the couch in the room so that I could be closer to the air conditioner. That way I could cool off a bit more as I slept.

Y/N’s POV:

That smell… it smelled like whiskey, car oil, gunpowder, mint, woods, Dean… He was in rut. I tried to open my eyes as best as I could with the blaring headache that I had.

“No, Y/N… Baby please wake up…”

Was that… Dean?

“I’m sorry…too late…sorry…” I heard Dean’s voice crack. It seemed like a true nightmare.

I looked around the dark room for him until I spotted a lamp to my right. Slowly and painfully I turned on the light.

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“Sam, Sammy? Get the car… not breathing… sweetheart…” uttered Dean as his head moved on its own accord on the couch. Dean was covered in sweat with only his boxers on and a henley with the sleeves rolled up, definitely rut.

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“Can’t lose you, no, open… no…” I started to see and hear Dean cry and whimper.

I started to get scared. Dean was dreaming of something horrible and he needed to get out of it, now. Without thinking of my own injuries I got up as quickly as I could and stumbled to the couch. I knelt on the floor next to him and grasped his face gently.

“Dean… Dean,” I croaked out. My throat was dry and scratchy. Damn, how long had I been out for? “Dean,” I croaked again. “It’s a nightmare sweetie, it’s a nightmare. I’m here.”

“Can’t lose her, Sammy… No, can’t be gone…no,” muttered Dean as he continued to breathe heavily, tears still streaming down his face.

“I’m right here, wake up, lemme see your eyes… Dean?” I gently coaxed him. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he took deep shuddering breaths.

“There you go Dean, nice and easy, I’m here. You’re okay,” I cooed as I cradled his face with my hands and pulled him closer, using my scent to comfort him.

“See? I’m here, it’s alright…what happened? Tell me,” I said softly once he got a lungful of my scent.

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Dean’s voice was shaky as he responded, “I didn’t get there in time, they… they killed you. It was all my fault, they killed you Y/N, they killed you and I couldn’t get you back.” He began to cry as he let me cradle his face to my chest.

“They left you there, Y/N/N, they left you to die and I ran up to you… there was so much blood. The slit your throat in front of me and you collapsed… I couldn’t save you, you cried in my arms…. Then you… You… Y/N it was too real, God please no.”

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“Dean, look at me sweetheart,” I said as I pulled away from him to get a better look at him. As soon as his eyes met mine, my heart broke. I’d never seen this much panic and pain in his eyes.

“Dean, I’m here okay? And I’m not going anywhere, no one is going to kill me, no one is going to lay a hand on me or leave me for dead. I’m here. You saved me.” Dean began to calm at my words. As soon as he realized that I was indeed real and kneeling next to him he went into protective mode.

“Wai…. you’re awake? How?” asked Dean.

“Well I smelled you, then I heard you, my body just did it. How long was I out for?”

“Y/N, it’s been three days.”

“Three days? Damn, it just felt like a nap, wondering why you guys kept on trying to wake me,” I replied. How could three days go by that quickly?

“You got out of bed on your own?”

“Yeah, why?”

“No your stitches, your head, Jesus your head, let me see Y/N. Your sides, are they okay, your leg? What hurts?” Dean uttered in a flurry of questions.

“Dean I’m okay, relax. Come to bed.”

“No, nope, no, I am not going to bed with you. I don’t wanna jostle you or make my rut worse,” Dean responded quickly. He had a point, Alphas in rut shouldn’t be near an Omega in heat. That wasn’t a good idea at all.

“Well I’m damn sure not gonna leave you here like a pretzel, Dean. I’ll go and shower, ok? Get as much of the smell off as I can. Better yet, wake up Sam, have him switch beds, my scents all over that bed.”

“No,” Dean growled. I eyed him with caution and he immediately straightened up.  “He isn’t going near you, and he damn sure ain’t sleeping in the same bed as you.” I smelled a rush of his scent and I knew it was his rut.

“Alright then, stubborn Alpha, let’s get you to bed okay?” I smelled another rush of his scent at that. This was going to be difficult. I could barely keep my hands off of him when he has his normal charms, add on a little bit of his possessive Alpha side… The only things that stopped me in that moment were these damn ribs and my head. That and I know that he isn’t thinking with his upstairs brain. I’m the only Omega around him. That’s why he’s acting like this… I know it.

I went to grab the aerosol suppressant to spray the bed when he said “No, leave it the way it is.” He began to get into the bed after that.

“I thought you didn’t want your rut to get worse,” I replied nonchalantly.

“I can handle myself. I’d rather smell you. Your scent calms me, ‘Mega.” Damn him and that growl. Heat pooled immediately in between my thighs and Dean smelled it. “There’s a time and a place and with how banged up you are. This ain’t the time or place. Get in, ‘Mega. We still have a few hours before Sam’s early morning ass gets up.”

As soon as I got into the bed Dean scooched himself closer to me put his arm under my head. Usually this wouldn’t be a problem, but Dean’s in rut, so now I can only describe what I felt as a push and pull. I want him, I always wanted him, but this… This was a craving, more than that, a necessity… I needed Dean…

Yup… this was gonna be a long night.

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