#until we meet again fic

[oopsimafannow]

I wrote another DeanPharm fic, because I can't stop having feelings about them.

I listened to this song and this line totally ruined my day

'Cause, darling, I was born to press my head Between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading

because all I could picture was Dean pressing his face against Pharm's back and then this fic appeared over the course of a few hours in bits and pieces.

surprisingly, there's zero smut in this one lol it's just all my love for Dean and Pharm as they love each other over and over again.

[deiaiko]

#22.1 Hostages

Khun knew he shouldn't be surprised that his team got kidnapped by Agni. It wasn't even that long after they formed an alliance.

Agni had sent him a notice for today's training plan, telling them to gather at the same place as last week. Though Khun already had a bad feeling when Agni showed up by himself. "I thought we were going to do a team activity between our team and yours?"

"We are." Agni smirked and with a wave of his hand, a lighthouse that was hovering over them came into view.

Suddenly it felt as if someone had pulled the ground out from under his feet, throwing Khun off balance and causing him to fall unceremoniously on his butt. When he regained his bearings, he no longer recognized where he was. Khun looked around to check on his team, and he should've not been surprised to see that Agni was the only one who was still standing.

Did Agni just teleport them? Khun knew that lighthouse teleportation was hard to set without proper knowledge and expensive add-ons. Plus, to be able to teleport this many people at a certain distance would need very precise shinsu control. The gap between them seemed to grow wider and wider the more Khun learned about Agni. It was frustrating.

"Welcome to our team's training ground," Agni introduced. It was an indoor training ground. The windows showed a view of clouds moving, too fast to be from a high apartment building, so they were probably in some kind of moving floating ship. Agni waited until everyone got to their feet before lowering a screen next to him. Khun's heart did a flip as he noticed Bam half-hidden behind Grace.

"Best Turtle! Black Turtle!" Rak was the one to shout and run toward them, but his snout crashed against an invisible barrier, and he fell back. Khun tensed up at the realization that they were caged up.

Agni held up his hand to pause their mumblings. "Before we start, I would like to get everyone here on the same ground."

Grace nudged Bam to stand side by side instead of behind him. There was no smile on their faces. Bam's long bangs covered his eyes like a curtain, but his hands were fidgeting nervously.

"I don't know how many of you know, but let me introduce them to you. They're FUG's newest slayer candidates; Grace and Viole."

As if on cue, Bam tucked his bangs away from his face, showcasing his golden eyes that were still as bright, but less innocent. Khun might be imagining things, but Bam seemed to be looking at him most.

It took a few seconds before Khun heard Endorsi gasping from behind him. "Wait. Isn't that Bam?!" she screeched. "Tell me I'm not seeing things."

Other than Isu, no one else in his team knew that Bam was alive. Though, Khun didn't think that Agni would actually reveal it to everyone this soon. Didn't FUG go into all that trouble to take Bam away? So with this information out in the open, would it endanger Bam? His team?

"That is indeed him," Isu said bitterly.

"But isn't he…?" Hatz trailed off. "How?"

"His death was faked," Grace told them, emotionless. "Rachel pushed him to his 'death'."

Endorsi cursed, "And how exactly do you know about this?! You were involved, weren't you? That's why you suddenly disappeared."

Agni cleared his throat before Grace could refute. "Regardless of who was at fault, Viole is now one of FUG's slayer candidates."

Forced to be one. Khun corrected mentally. Because he was an irregular. 

"To keep Viole and Grace as part of FUG, you are kept as hostages against them, and they were prohibited from meeting you. However, I made a new deal with FUG. And that's why you can see them today. Of course, on one condition–" Agni raised a finger– "that as long as Viole and Grace are loyal to FUG, FUG will leave you be. If this deal is broken by Viole and or Grace, FUG will come after you. But if FUG breaks the deal by targeting you, Viole and Grace are allowed to go against that faction of FUG that started it. However, they will still be FUG's slayer candidates whether the deal was broken or not, as that was their promise so that they could get in touch with you."

"It doesn't sound fair." Hatz unsheathed his sword. "Bam, tell us that you were forced into this!"

Bam didn't respond, but he looked away from them. The sight made Khun’s chest tighten in guilt; From letting Bam live this kind of life. From giving up and believing that he had died. From failing to anticipate that outcome back on the second floor.

However, Hatz was taken aback by Bam's reaction. "...Grace?"

Grace raised his eyebrows as if not expecting any questions directed at him, but he was firm with his decision. "I chose this. I know you all must be upset for multiple reasons, but believe me that this is the best outcome we could have for everyone."

Agni looked over at them again. "As I told you earlier, this is all just to get us on the same ground. You have no say in this deal."

Bam nodded, more certain this time. "I have agreed to it."

That silenced them. Khun wanted to argue, but he bit his tongue, sensing from the odd tension from their hosts that there was something more to this.

"Now that we've told you about it, you have to make your choice. If you want to be in contact with them, you’ll have to accept their status as it is now." Agni seemed to have stated this specifically to Khun, Ran and Endorsi, as they were from one of ten great families and a Jahad's princess. "Or you can cut ties with us and not be involved in our deal."

"I just want to climb with Best turtle and Black turtle!!" Rak kicked the barrier with his clawed feet. "Why are you making it so difficult!!"

Khun already knew his answer long before he was asked. "I agree. I know what I signed up for the moment Bam told us that he was an irregular. No way I'm letting him go again." He couldn’t care less about Grace. But because Bam liked to have Grace around, he figured they’d come in a package.

To his surprise, Agni smiled at them both. Not his usual smug smile, but more gentle and mild. Though it was still getting on his nerves.

Shibisu stepped forward, standing closer to the barrier. "There are far worse things that could've happened than having FUG as an acquaintance. I can deal with it. But I will still take my teammates' decision into consideration."

Hatz sheathed his sword back. "Grace and Bam are my friends. They accepted me as I am, so it's only natural that I respect their choices."

"I honestly don't care if they're from FUG or not, as we've never met before." Ran shrugged. "But if A.A. choose them so then why not; interesting things keep happening around him."

Khun mentally reserved a punch to that chibi's head when they got back.

"I'm also just tagging along," Anaak spoke up. "I'm already an enemy of Jahad anyway. Going up with FUG won't affect me that much."

Endorsi crossed her arms and raised her brow, "I don't see why it's suddenly such a huge deal. I would have left my niece a long time ago if I was scared to be a traitor of Jahad."

It was brief, but Khun caught Grace and Agni exchanging glances. He didn't know what to make of that.

"Very well," Agni flicked his fingers and the barrier dissipated.

Rak immediately took off running and tackled Bam and Grace, holding them as much as his arms could reach. The brunets hugged him back. Khun found himself already walking at them, but he stopped himself at just enough distance from Bam to not make it too obvious how much he missed him. Eventually, everyone joined the reunion, and hugs and handshakes were exchanged.

Since they were still in the enemy's territory, Khun knew better than to let his guard down. So he still observed Agni from his peripheral vision, and immediately noticed the moment Agni turned his head to the side and talked in hushed voice, "Does their answer satisfy you, sir?"

A shadow in the hidden corner took form into a man, and his presence immediately alarmed everyone in the room. Khun felt his blood run cold as he noticed that the man was none other than Jinsung Ha. From behind, Khun heard Hatz whisper anxiously, "Isu, that's him!"

The man's heavy stare fell all over them before he looked at Agni, and then at Bam and Grace. "They're all really something." The man blew out smoke from his cigarette. "But I don't see anything special about them that's worth the trouble."

Khun bristled at that, but he could only bite his tongue in fear. To think that Agni, who was clearly also a Khun, could interact with Jinsung Ha like this…was something Khun wasn't sure he would dare to.

Grace raised his eyebrow and gave the man his most unimpressed stare, while Bam looked at the man with his puppy eyes. After noticing their reactions, the man glanced at Agni, and then suddenly shifted his focus to Khun, which almost made him jump. Khun shuddered when the man started laughing. 

"Ah. Of course, of course." The man walked up to Agni and patted his shoulder. "I will take your word for it. They better not disappoint."

Agni smiled with confidence, "That I can promise you, sir."

"Very well, I will leave you kids to your game then." The man walked past him into the corridor, waving his hand in dismissal and not looking back. "Until we meet again."

Grace and Bam bowed a little at the parting figure, and replied with a renewed vigor. "Take care, Master!"

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[thevioletcaptain]

I know the ask is about ships but could you make a non ship one with Dean and Carlos from the Winchesters? I can't think of an exact thing for Dean to say, but the first sentence can be what Dean would say for their first meeting. Thank you if you can (*^‿^*)

"I like your hair," Dean says, staring up from where he's clinging to the bottom of Mary's winter coat, and Carlos grins wide when he adds, with all the breathless gravity of a four year old eager to impress their opinions upon a new friend; "It's swooshy and it's pretty like Mommy's hair, and your-- your beads are pretty and shiny and shiny is my favorite color."

"Swooshy and pretty and shiny is exactly what I was going for, so thank you, little buddy."

Even with almost six years between now and the last time he'd seen Mary, Carlos is relieved to find that they still have a good sense of one-another -- can still communicate silently, swiftly, like they used to when it was life or death. He meets her eye, and her face softens, and understanding passes between them before he slides one of his lucky beaded bracelets -- the bloodstone one -- free.

Dean's eyes light up when he takes it.

When he smiles, he looks just like his mother.

[for this askbox game if anyone else wants to send me a prompt]

[heyyesimtrash-whatofit]

I call this: Let Marty McFly Break the Fourth Wall.

Based on a random thought I had at work today, I remembered how many times Marty looked dead at the crowd when I saw the musical and decided he should be able to do that once in the film. After much thought, I decided the best time for said moment would be right after the DeLorean test because c’mon- Doc drove a car at them at damn near 90 MPH without even knowing if it would work. Thats- that’s just a little crazy, don’t you think?

Marty’s internal monologue retyped below just in case you can’t/don’t want to read my atrocious handwriting :)

1. My God.

2. What did he take?!

3. (Same as 2, plus) This is Heavy

4. (Same as 3, plus) What did I agree to?

5. (Same as 4, plus) Have I gone insane?

6. Are You All seeing this shit? (He drove a car at us! WITHOUT knowing if it would WORK!!)

(Meanwhile in the background I wrote out Doc’s little “What did I tell you? 88 Miles Per Hour!” Cause I didn’t know if I could get the audio)

[astraswades]

Rama: Where is Aadhya. It's been 2 hours now.

Rajamannar: She'll be back soon, just be patie-

Rama: Tell me to be patient one more time and I swea-

Aadhya: I'm back!!

Rajamannar:

[thebroccolination]

hey key!

I wanted to ask; do you have any winteam fic recs on AO3?

If yes, could you please suggest?? Thank you! Just asking for myself to read. And for others too!

I do! Okay, lemme try to assemble an eclectic mix and hopefully introduce a variety of writers and older fics that new fans might not have seen yet. I’m not caught up on all the newest fics (a lovely state of being to be in after two and a half years of refreshing the WinTeam tag every five minutes and finding one or maaaybe two a week). But you’re free to browse my bookmarks on AO3 for all my favorites.

bruises fade by @oopsimafannow

He can't even make his tongue form the shape for yes, but it's all he wants to say (it's all he wants to say out loud). Team is sucking a bruise on the inside of Win's thigh – he has, at some point, lifted Win's leg over his shoulder to give him access, tilting Win further into the cold metal with edges that bite into his shoulder blades.

The writing in this is some of the best and most visceral smut I've read in this or any fandom. I love when sex is written in a kind of matter-of-fact way that gives readers an idea of the sensations the characters are feeling. I'd read anything pinkish wrote, and I have two of their fics open in tabs. (One is for BounPrem's Cutie Pie characters WinTop, so I'm thrilled that exists.)

Course Correction by @nejineeee

“Did someone say you suck at kissing?” Win asked. He gripped Team’s hips in both hands. “Who have you been kissing, Team?” He sounded like he might start chewing rocks if Team didn’t answer immediately. “No one, no one, calm down,” Team said with a laugh. “I was just curious.”

I read most of this on a train in Japan and experienced a state of pure bliss the entire time. The characterization is spot-on, but so is the pacing and the comedic timing and phrasing. This is my favorite WinTeam fic at the moment, and I highly, highly recommend it. <3

Always Choose the Same by blackrose9212

“Win, do you want to talk about Tea—” Dean gets cut off as Manow sprints over to their table, throwing herself down into the seat across from them. She’s even more made up than usual today, no doubt seeing Pruk later. “P’Win!” she yells. Win raises his eyebrows, gives her the best look he can to say that he’s less than three feet away from her. “Oh. Sorry.” She giggles. “I need you to come with me. Right now.”

This writer was one of the first around in early UWMA fandom, and I fell in love with all their fics. The clever, snarky way they write Win and Team's narrative POVs always makes me smile, and the build-up to emotion is lovely. If they write more, I'll dive on it in a second.

The Gift Is Your Voice by Ume_otyaduke0525

“Ah…o-one more time.” He felt Win’s hand tense. His face drew closer, his hot breath glazing Team’s lips. “Team.” The second time was sweet and enraptured.

This writer is an extremely prolific Japanese WinTeam fic writer, and I loved her work in Japanese so much that I offered to translate this one into English. The premise is really cute, with Team dreaming about a younger Win who calls him "phi", and I hope I did the translation justice. If you read Japanese or want to practice, they have some of their other work up on AO3 as well.

maybe time will keep this place by sweetadeline

When [Team] wakes up in the morning his mother is at the door, rubbing at her neck. Win is still snuggled into Team's shoulder, so he untangles himself as softly as he can, praying he doesn't wake. He oddly feels like he's been caught, the way his mother looks at him as she stays by the door.

Note: This fic was written before we knew anything specific about Team's parents.

This fic has a fascinating premise: Team has to attend his father's funeral, and Win goes with him. It's written so beautifully and delicately, I just fell so thoroughly in love with it when I read it the first time. It's one of my all-time favorites. It's just so atmospheric and lovely.

like someone who knows everything about you by @mendacity17

“Just so we're clear, I'm not cuddling with you at night," Win declares before Dean has finished setting his suitcase on the floor. Dean looks up at him, completely unfazed. “Okay.” It’s… Dean. Win didn’t realize just how much he's missed him, and he feels a wave of homesickness that leaves a scratch at the back of his throat.

This one is set while Win is studying abroad in London. Dean comes to visit him. Pollitt's love for writing Win and Dean's friendship really shines here, and they truly capture that playful snarkiness while never losing that distinctive and undeniable fondness they have for each other. (The end is incredible and made me tear up.)

New York State of Mind by iamtheenemy

“Oh, Team,” Pharm said, interrupting his frenzied thoughts and shattering any hope Team had that it was all a misunderstanding. “This is P’Win, P’Dean’s best friend, the one who was interning for his family’s company in England. P’Win, this is my friend, Team.” Team, Win mouthed at him, his eyes dancing with delight. Team barely held back a groan.

I was obsessed with this fic as it was posting; I could hardly wait for each chapter. This is a marvelous AU in which Win was studying abroad in England the whole time, and the first time he meets Team is on a plane to New York for DeanPharm's wedding. It's exactly what you'd expect and so much more.

Wrapped Up by @faandomcentral

“We can do better than that,” Team prompts, both hands now gripping Win’s hips, pulling him back in time with his movements. “A little louder, hia.” “Fuck!” Win spits when Team reaches and wraps his fingers around Win’s aching erection.

TEAMWIN. TOP TEAM. And hot Top Team. Bratty Top Team. Blair's another writer who absolutely nails what works about good smut. And the premise alone, while simple, just sets you up for a memorable experience.

your quietest feeling by @sollucets

Team moves his hand again to settle over Win’s, and when he thinks he can control his voice, he murmurs, “Did you have a nightmare?” Win’s expression looks pained, and he hesitates over it, but he does admit it. “Yeah,” he mumbles, clearing his throat after the word comes out scraping. “I did.”

For years, I wanted to know more about Win's vulnerabilities as a character. We didn't really get to see many of them in the existing parts of the novel or in UWMA, so fics like this that explore Win's trauma, Win's potential vulnerability to nightmares, it's a gift. And this fic captures the Win we know so well while adding onto his character in such an achingly real way. Utterly beautiful.

Dominoes by dragons_and_angels

"Team," Win said, making sure his lips brushed against Team's skin as he said the word. Team shivered and Win wondered if he could ever stop smiling. "Want to wake up yet?" "No." Team shook his head and then turned Win's head so he could kiss him. "Waking up is bad," Team murmured against Win's lips.

This is pure, soft domestic bliss. Win helps Team out with a chaotic morning, and it's just everything I love about them as characters condensed in a quick look into their day. It's absolutely charming the way only WinTeam can be.

+BONUS

Prelude by @nejineeee

“You’re in pre-heat then,” P’Tul said, leaning forward. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. It wasn’t rude per se, but it wasn’t the soberest thing to do. Win’s grip on Team’s hip tightened. “Tul,” Win growled. P’Tul stood upright, settling back into his sandals. “I’m not going into heat,” Team said again.

For me, omegaverse is usually just fun smut that I read occasionally, but in order to be taken seriously, the story has to go above and beyond in some very specific ways. I'm not a fan of omegaverse worldbuilding that leans on secondary genders as a substitute for the struggle of gender roles within heteronormative culture. This fic's worldbuilding is so fascinating. There are so many tiny nuances and details mentioned in passing that make the world feel authentic. Also, Win and Team are both just…………so stupid and so in love they miss obvious details in a way that's delightful instead of frustrating. Even if you're not the biggest fan of omegaverse usually, I recommend this as an exception to prove how good it can be when it's in the right hands.

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There are more in my AO3 bookmarks!

I'll also come back and edit this if I find tumblr urls for the writers above!

[chibipandaao3]

Whispered Voices and Drum Sets

"Pharm didn’t need Dean to confirm it – Team had nearly drowned some random evening. Probably after Pharm had parted ways with him in the afternoon. He would have drowned and Pharm would have never known. The thought alone burned. Team was like a little brother and a best friend wrapped together like a chlorine-scented bratty black cat – and Pharm loved him, “You think he let himself almost drown.”

With his own life finally stable, Pharm has started to notice the small things Team tries to hide and is determined to get to the bottom of it. Eavesdropping just might not be the best way

[emmy-everafter]

Don't Come Any Closer (But Don't Move Away)

Between Us/Until We Meet Again

Win/Team, rated M, ongoing (1/??), currently 1.9k words

AKA the "Win and Team swap traumatic backstories" fic

Read it on AO3

(Although of course I'm still working on Coven of Crows and other Grishaverse fic, I've been jotting down this story in bits and pieces for months in between dissertation stuff, and I've finally decided to start posting it instead of endlessly stockpiling chapters that I'm too nervous to share. Updates will likely be slow but I have a pretty good chuck of this written or planned out.)

Summary:

Team is used to getting second place. His whole life, he’s gone for silver, leaving the gold for P’Ton—and that’s how it should be, he knows. Ton is everything Team isn’t—perfect and smart and put-together—and it’s only right that Team gets whatever’s left in Ton’s wake: awards, clothes, parental approval, even love. Team understands all too well that there’s nothing that’s truly his, nothing he gets to keep for himself… except perhaps an all-encompassing sense of panic.

Win should have died when he was ten years old. Instead, he crawled out of the ocean alive and alone, haunted by the brother he couldn’t save. Now, as an adult, Win does everything in his power to be sure he never lets anyone down ever again, but he knows it’s only a matter of time. After all, beneath his tattoos and his usefulness and his charming persona, Win is well aware he’s nothing but a broken, guilty husk, plagued by nightmares and undeserving of love.

And then, one fateful night on a swim team trip…

[mojowitchcraft]

We Part To Meet Again

A Steddie Dads AU set in 90s Portland

Chapter 4 Summary:

“You were right, is that what you need to hear, Harrington?” “Wouldn’t kill people to admit it once in a while,” Steve answers. “You gotta stop doing that, by the way.” “Huh?” “Calling me Harrington,” Steve explains. “Makes me want to call you Munson, and then we’d be in a pickle.” “A pickle indeed.”

More pickles if you read on Ao3 🥒

[imogenegomi]

[saintsir4n]

CHEEKY GIRL

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1924

“You’re not my daddy,” Inara stated, glaring at the bearded man who leaned against his cane.

“You got that right,” Alfie huffed out.

“Alfie,” Tommy warned, ushering his daughter to come into the room, suppressing a smirk at their scepticism. “‘Nara this is an associate of me and your mummy’s, Alfie Solomons.”

“Are you ill?” Inara asked, noticing his cane.

“‘Nara, don’t be rude,” Eden scolded.

“No, it’s okay,” Alfie despite himself. “I’m not ill,” that was a lie. “Just need it to help me walk sometimes that’s all.” The London Gang Leader wasn’t didn’t appear shocked by the girl’s appearance, but he fucking was. She looked like a mixture of her parents, a pretty little thing but her mouth obviously got her into trouble. “Here…” he waved the cane around, holding back a groan.

Inara nose crinkled, “Your accent’s funny.”

Alfie snorted, “Better than yours kid.”

Inara frowned and balanced between her amused-looking parents.

“‘Nara, you’re supposed to be playin’,” Eden said.

“I want to ride my horse,” she explained

“Love you can’t do that now, it’s too late, perhaps tomorrow.” Eden paused, “Now do you want to see your little sister, she’s been wanting to see you.”

“She’s almost three, she doesn’t know what she wants,” the nine-year-old retorted, but quickly turned away from her mother’s pointed look. “But I guess I’ll see her, give her one of my toys.”

“That’s nice ‘Nara.” Tommy crookedly smiled down at his eldest daughter, “Give Ines a kiss for me, I’ll be upstairs soon eh?”

“Bye-bye Daddy. Bye-bye Mummy.”

When the door finally shut after Inara skipped out of the room, Alfie turned to her parents, with mirthfilled eyes.

“You better be careful with that one.”

“Especially ‘round you,” Eden pointed out.

“Oi!” Alfie exclaimed, “you got women walkin’ all over me Tommy.”

Tommy’s heart warmed at the wink his wife sent him, “Oh, I know.”

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a/n:

I don't know why this took me so long to do.

[jgyapologism]

Win has never been one for tradition. He likes that he and Team have what some might call a nebulous beginning. Their relationship has never followed linear rules, which is just another facet of their relationship that Win tends to cherish. The fact that all their firsts tend to fall out of order is part of what makes their story that much more interesting.

Hey hey! I’ve never posted for WinTeam before but I found this in my drafts from ages ago and it was so close to done I just had to finish.

Enjoy!

[urfavsimpingfanficwriter]

PART TWO IF 'until we meet agajb' PLS.

Part 2 of "Until We Meet Again"

Warnings: Angst; Mentions of child molestation; Mentions of Murder; Voyeurism? If you squint; Hidden Camera; Needles Mentioned, as well as surgery

If i missed anything please let me know<3

Summary: After Spencer very rudely left you bleeding out, the team burst through the door to find Spencer missing.

You woke up in a hospital room, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights giving you a slight headache. You slowly open your eyes, squinting at the bright lights, and look around. The small table in the corner of the room was covered in vases full of flowers, cards, and a basket of assorted treats. Given that the basket had a small stuffed bear, you guessed it was from Garcia.

You tried to sit up, but a sharp pain erupted in your stomach causing you to wince and grab your side. You reached for the call button connected to the remote on the side of your bed. You pressed the button a few times, hoping for a nurse, or at the very least, some pain medication.

A nurse, along with Penelope and JJ, rushed into your room.

The nurse motioned for them to give her a little room, and spoke in a sweet, calming voice, "Good morning, Miss Y/L/N, how are we feeling this morning?"

In your mind, you wanted to be a bit... rude... given your still clutching your side in pain, but you held your composure, for now.

"Given the circumstances, I'm doing fine."

She smiled sweetly at you as she checked your heartrate and such on the monitor in front of her, and wrote something on the clipboard she had with her.

"So, how is your pain? We gave you some morphine directly after your surgery yesterday, but if you are in any pain I get some more," The nurse spoke, looking between the monitor and her clipboard still.

You inhaled deeply, wincing as you do so, and speak, "Pain is definitely there, so please get me something for it."

You were at your wits end with this nurse (who hasn't necessarily done anything wrong but still...). She nodded and walked out, glancing at Penelope and JJ who still stood near the door, giving them a slight nod as well.

Your friends, and coworkers, rushed over to you.

Penelope was the first to speak, "So, we convinced everyone to let us ask you the questions."

JJ spoke up then, "We thought you would be a bit more comfortable with us, you know?"

You nodded, grateful.

"So, where do you want to start?" You asked the two.

"What happened when you walked into the room? The very first thing you remember?" JJ said calmly.

You closed your eyes and lay back on the bed, trying to remember.

You remember hugging him as soon as he opened the door, tears filling your eyes. You remember feeling relief that he was there.

"I hugged him. I know how awful that is, but I missed him. He looked like Spencer, not some... monster, you know?" You spoke quietly, ashamed.

"I know. I know I wouldn't have been able to not hug him," Penelope said quietly.

You nodded, trying to remember what happened next.

You remembered that you both walked in, and you were yelling at him. You were angry. You also remember that he kissed you, and you melted into his touch. You remember how long you had wanted to kiss him, how soft his lips were, how he held you against the door.

Of course, you couldn't say that, but you said what you could.

"We- I yelled at him. I told him how angry I was, how betrayed I felt. It's kind of hard to remember everything, though, sorry, "You said, trying to cover your obvious guilt with being upset you couldn't remember.

JJ said reassuringly, "I know, do you want to fast forward to right before he stabbed you? Do you remember that?"

You panicked slightly. You definitely remember what happened, but they could never know that. You quickly regained composure, trying to figure out what to say.

"Um... I was sitting on the bed, I know that for certain. I trusted him, I know that, too. We were talking about something, I don't remember what. Maybe it was one of his victims? All I know is I was okay one second, and the next second he was in front of me with a knife. I- I tried to go after him, to get to the door. I couldn't stay awake. I'm so sorry, " You started to tear up, reliving the moment. You were devastated at how you let him take advantage of you like that. He played you and you know it.

Right then, the nurse came back in with a syringe full of morphine to put into your IV.

"How about we give you a little break, ok?" Penelope said, JJ nodding, agreeing with her.

You said that was alright, and they left, leaving you with the nurse before she, too, was gone.

You started to get tired, probably from the stress of the questioning, and the whole situation. You lay back, your head hitting the pillow softly, and stared at the ceiling until you fell asleep.

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Spencer's POV-

The camera that he placed in the flowers he sent to the hospital worked perfectly. The microphone even worked, which was a bit surprising given he accidentally poured a bit of water on it when he was setting up the flowers. He could see you, and hear you, perfectly fine.

When JJ and Penelope walked in and started asking you questions about your time together, he chuckled to himself, knowing you could never tell them your little secret.

He did feel a little guilty about putting you in the hospital, he didn't mean to stab you that deep. If you hadn't made it he would have been devastated. And when you started to cry during the interview, he felt terrible. He never wanted to hurt you, he loved you.

He looked around the dark apartment he was in. It was some child molester's place. He decided he would stay a while, as the guy was already dead in the bedroom.

He chuckled to himself and watched as you slept, blissfully unaware that he was watching everything you did. Unaware that he was planning to see you again, in person, very soon. That he had a plane ticket booked to Virginia the very next night. That he would be meeting you in your apartment when you got home. Oh. The things he had planned for you.

For now, he just had to sit and watch. He had to make sure you didn't say anything that would get him in any trouble, well, any more trouble than he was already in, at least. He had to make sure he wasn't going to get caught because he let you live.

"Until we meet again, sweetheart," He muttered under his breath, tracing your sleeping figure with the tip of his finger, "Until we meet again."

End of Part 2<3

There will be more parts to come (more... smutty parts👀), so wait for those I guess<3

(Also sorry it was shorter, I wanted more of a filler chapter for this one since the next one is going to be longer/will take me longer to write!)

[astraswades]

tupperbot things i made (just for little laughs)

(very disorganized so uhh yeah)

[thebroccolination]

Once upon a time, in the earliest, halcyon days of 2020, English-speaking fandom didn’t quite know how to romanize Team’s full name.

Now, of course, we know that it’s “Team Teerayu Siriyothin”.

But for a while, the main tag for him on AO3 was “Team Teerayusiri Yothin”. And the main tag for WinTeam was “Win Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul/Team Teerayusiri Yothin”.

How do I know this? Because I, dear reader, was there.

I used the cursed Team Teerayusiri Yothin tag on AO3 in the year 2020.

And it turns out that when the tag wranglers made the correct, official tags, some fics were switched over, but I, dear reader, somehow didn’t notice until fifteen minutes ago that seven of my earliest fics were still under the old tags.

I’m genuinely amazed I never noticed until now. The one slight “hmm” I’ve had is that my Until We Meet Again tag numbers and my WinTeam tag numbers seemed too far off, but I have written DeanPharm and SinSorn and InKorn, so I assumed that explained the gap.

But nope. Just an oversight. I forgot to check and manually change them over for close to three years.

Anyway they’re all fixed and now I have seventy fics under the WinTeam tag, wheeeeeeeeee.

PSA: if you were posting WinTeam fic in 2020, double-check that they’re under the official tag so new fans can find them. <3