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sickficsies-and-whumpsies · 3 years

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hey there! If you’re interested in writing it, could you write something about Taichi dealing with asthma and having the support of Shirabu / the rest of the Shiratorizawa team? Either platonic or romantic is fine—and only if you’re interested in this prompt at all, of course! Thanks so much for generously accepting requests, and I hope you have a great day :)

Hello there!! Poor Kawanishi, I feel bad for hurting him a second time hahah... I hope you have a great day too!!

TW: asthma attack.

1.2k words, Gen.

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"Hey there, you doing okay?"

Kawanishi nods, coughing into his elbow, cheeks flushed as he tries to soothe the itch in hia throat, to no avail. Shirabu doesn't look quite convinced.

"Did you catch a cold, Tai?"

"N-no." he manages, and coughs again, "S'probably the dust."

"Ah. Are you allergic?"

"I'mー"

The captain yelling at them to start running cuts Kawanishi off. He sighs, and starts running, pace slow but sustained.

The boy is fully acquainted with the symptoms he's experiencing, but he doesn't want to alarm anyone. After all, two of his classmates have fallen sick with colds in the past week, so Kawanishi is not entirely convinced that the cause of his discomfort must necessarily be asthma.

He's been asthmatic since birth, but after years spent inhaling corticosteroids and being dragged to the beach whenever his parents had a free weekend, his doctor had decided that he was fit to practice sports, provided that he'd always carry an emergency quick-relief inhaler with him.

And Kawanishi does, to this day, have his. It's in the back pocket of his backpack, new and functioning, ready to be used. The young player only uses it occasionally, maybe once a week, when the train is cramped and the air is thin and, most importantly, when his teammates are out of sight.

It's not that Kawanishi is ashamed of his asthma, per se. He just doesn't want anyone to know. Coach Washijou probably knows, and so does Coach Saitou, since they both have access to his medical files for safety reasons. Still, none of them are present today, so Kawanishi prays that he'll make it to the end of practice without further incidents.

Which, of course, isn't the case.

He's been running for about three minutes when his vision begins to swim and grey, head pounding, lungs tight. He stops.

Fuck. Okay. Calm down, Taichi. Stay calm, man.

His hands shake, fingertips blue, coldー he's learnt to recognize the symptoms, he's been trained to. Kawanishi's ears seem to have gone deaf, the only sound he can hear being the incessant, increasingly-fast hammering of his heart.

He can't breathe. Shit, he can't breathe.

Distantly, he hears some kind of muttering, drowned out and foreign. His head pounds, light, and he doesn't even feel it as his body plummets to the ground, his back taking the brunt of the fall as something prevents his head from smacking against the floor. Not that he realises that.

"...ichi, Taichi, hey! Taichi!" someone above him shrills and oh, only now Kawanishi realises that he's lying down. Which is absolutely terrible.

Someone quickly drags him into a sitting position, and Kawanishi briefly wonders if there's a mind-reader among the team.

Tendou. It must be Tendou. It's always Tendou. Definitely Tendou.

"...mbulance?"

"I don't know, heー"

And Kawanishi recognises that voice. "K-Kenjirou?" he wheezes, blind eyes trying to make out the shape of his friend.

"Yeah, it's me." he says, and Kawanishi swears he can perceive a hint of relief in his voice. "What's happening? Can you talk to me?"

And he wishes he could, but he can't. He coughs, punctuating that thought. His lungs burn, starved, and his throat is surely bleeding by now, copper filling his mouth, sour on his taste buds. He coughs and sputters, weak, eyes bloodshot and watery.

Panic seizes at his chest, already too tight, and suddenly he's on a whole new level of oxygen-starvation. He pants, blinking the tears away, his wrapped index finger frantically pointing in the vague direction of the locker room.

"Ambulance will be here in five!! They said to ask him if he has asthma, they think that may be it!!"

God bless you, Goshiki. Eternal joy and fortune to you.

Kawanishi nods fast, still coughing and wheezing, and his arm lowers inevitably. His body feels heavy, lungs filled with lead, throat burning and oozing crimson.

Dark-grey eyes inexorably start to close, eyelids fluttering, consciousness slipping away. That is, before a pair of strong hands grips at Kawanishi's shoulders and shakes him awake, abruptly, insistently.

"No no no, don't pass out, idiot." Shirabu hisses, worry seeping through his words, "Hey! Do you have an inhaler here? Taichi! Yes or no? Do you have it!?"

Kawanishi groans, coughing. He opens his mouth, the air he inhales harsh against his sore throat.

He coughs again. "B-backpack..."

"Backpackー backpack!! Get his backpack, quick!!" Shirabu barks, and Kawanishi manages to spot an unusually frantic Ushjima sprinting towards the lockers. If he had any strength left, he'd smile.

It's not even twenty seconds later, spent sputtering and gasping for oxygen, that Ushijima rushes back inside the gym, skidding against the floor as he empties the contents of his friend's bag. Shirabu, against whom Kawanishi is propped up currently, extends a hand and starts to search the pockets.

His face lights up as he feels the object, quick to extract it from the pocket and press it against Kawanishi's mouth.

"There you go, come on."

It's not that easy, actually. Kawanishi wishes people knew.

But he tries. He tries and fails once, twice, three times, before he manages a shallow inhale that leaves him reeling, the sudden rush of oxygen making his head spin, dizzy.

"One more time." Shirabu instructs.

"You're going to be okay." Ushijima adds, calm façade crumbling slightly.

Tendou nods in agreement. "Yeah, you got this, buddy!!" he says, squeezing his knee.

Kawanishi tries to ignore the fact that his teammates are gathered around him like vultures waiting for a prey to exhale its last breath.

Ironic imagery, he thinks, mildly amused.

He breathes the medication in, lungs opening ever so slightly, letting more sweet air rush into them, his muscles relaxing at the welcomed presence.

The boy isn't sure how, but Shirabu manages to send everyone but Ushijima away, out of the gym, with a silent stare. He admires the man, that's for sure.

"You idiot."

Okay, he wasn't expecting it. "Wh-wha'?"

"You. Idiot. Why did you think that keeping your asthma a secret would be a good idea? Thanks for the trauma, man."

"S'rry. S'my files."

"I don't have access to those, idiot!!" Shirabu seethes, "Next time, I'm letting you die."

"Didn't ya wa-want toー" he wheezes, "to become a doctor or s'mething?"

"Yeah, but I'm not your doctor."

"You sh-should cure everyone."

"Not you. You're on my blacklist!!"

Kawanishi laughs at that, regretting the action when his head spins and his ribs shift.

Ushijima stays silent, but his presence is reassuring, calming, grounding. That's why Shirabu had wanted him to stay, Kawanishi thinks.

"Dun need a' ambulance. M'okay." he says, weak, voice rasped and thick.

Shirabu frowns, unamused. "Too bad. You're letting the EMTs check you over and if they say you need a hospital, you are going. Or I will make you."

"G-geez, so vi-v-violent..." he grins.

The other does, too, after a second. Ushijima even cracks a tiny, crooked smile, but it lasts too little for Kawanishi to decide if it's real, or just a vision courtesy of his blurry eyes.

Soon enough, there's sirens blaring in the background, and EMTs rushing through the door.

Kawanishi, to be fair, isn't a fan. But his friend's hand in his as he's loaded onto the stretcher is enough for him to finally take a deep breath.

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Hope you liked this!!! Let me know. As usual, please anon, warn me if you have an ao3 acc and wish for this fic to be gifted to you there.

September 4, 2021.

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matildaofoz · 3 years

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The Invisible Itch Pt. 2 (Demon!Michael x Reader)

Summary: Michael introduces himself after last night and you find yourself on the short end of the proverbial stick by your own doing, no less. Demons don't play nice and Michael puts you firmly into place.

A/N: This is a little interlude to the next part of this series, no smut just yet I'm afraid but plenty of dominant Demon!Michael. He's so much fun to write and the back-and-forth between him and the reader are some of my favourites.

Warnings: Cursing, Power-Play, minor violence and hurt (reader-receiving), mentions of smut

Word Count: 2.4k

Tag List: @prophecy-is-inevitable @jimmlangdon @drasangel @leatherduncan @sexwon131 @rocketgirl2410 @9layerdevilfoodcake @vulgarprayer @michaellangdonstanaccount @michaellandgons-sunshine @iwillboilyourteeth @michael-langdon-owns-my-soul, @kitty4860

After you'd awoken the night after an encounter you couldn't begin to make sense of, you had quite literally grabbed whatever your hands could reach out the wardrobe and sprinted out the door, not daring to even enter the bathroom. You felt whatever, whoever had introduced himself the night before lingering in the place you called your home and that knot in your stomach wound tighter as the day went on. You were going insane. Surely, for the truth of the matter meant that there were forces in this world - and apparently in your apartment - that you couldn't fathom.

You needed answers and so you began to scour the Internet, not caring if your work search history took a weird turn. You still felt his fingers between your legs, his teeth on your shoulder and his grip on your hip. God, the way he had pleasured you was unlike anything you'd ever felt. You tried to shake the lustful thoughts flitting through your mind, the image of him standing before you burned into your retinas.

Demon. That word kept popping up on the websites and subreddits you found and you swore you felt those strong hands on you again as you read page after page of first person accounts with the supernatural. The more you read, the more you became alarmed, mentions of people having unwittingly sold their soul to the devil himself despite not believing in these kinds of things. If this was any other time, you would have scoffed at the idiotic posts. And yet here you were, baring the bruises of something you couldn't explain. The work day drew to a close far too soon, the day feeling like you spent it in a daze, a thick fog hanging over your mind, visions of him clouding your senses. Maybe you had sold your soul, given it to that man, that demon. That would explain the haze you walked through, that ache between your legs.

"Hey (Y/N), you alright? Anything going on, you didn't seem right today," Cindy from accounting said as you both stepped into the elevator.

"Hm? Oh yeah sorry, I'm just tired I think ," you replied with a little embarrassed smile several seconds after she had turned to address you as the doors slid shut. She mustered you, taking in the slight dark circles under your eyes, apparent because you hadn't even bothered to put on any make up. You forced a smile, not feeling up to any small talk.

"Heard Kevin's been bragging about you two going down to his lake house this weekend. Please tell me that's not true, " she continued and you were glad she didn't mention your appreance.

"He did what?!" you shrieked, now suddenly rattled into the present by her statement.

"Thought as much," Cindy replied, a small chuckle on her lips. You two didn't get to speak often but she was one of the few people in the office who showed her disdain for your manager and his creepy ways openly.

"This is turning out to be an even worse day than it already is," you groaned, making Cindy snicker beside you.

"Just be careful, I know he's all bark and no bite but you wouldn't want to get yourself in any situation," she said, patting you lightly on the shoulder as the elevator doors slid open to reveal the underground parking lot.

"Yeah, definitely won't do that. Thanks for the heads up," you called after her as she stepped out to head to her car, waving at you without turning around. You liked Cindy and her no-nonsense attitude. Too bad you were already in a situation of the supernatural kind. You'd kick Kevin's balls any day if he tried anything. The demon in your flat however was an entirely different beast to tame. If that was even a possibility.

You sat in your car outside your apartment building for a good 10 minutes, looking up at the dark windows, debating on whether or not you wanted to spend the night there. What had gotten into you, a tiny voice in the back of your mind berated you. You weren't scared of horror movies or graveyards, you laughed your way though haunted houses you and your friends went to on Halloween and yet the thought of stepping foot into your safe space suddenly filled you with dread. You could explain all those things away by good editing, special effects and makeup. A real-life demon on the other hand...With a huff you swung open the car door and stepped out into the chilly movember air and headed for the entrance. As you passed under the streetlights, you swore you could feel those eyes of his on you, watching from above.

The lock clicked, unlatching the door. You entered, expecting to come face to face with him and yet you were greeted by silence. You ventured into the kitchen, switching on the lights, back rigged. Empty. Next you headed for the bathroom. It looked as if you'd never even took a bath last night, no wine bottle, no glass on the floor, no water puddles on the ground. Slowly but surely you were beginning to think that you'd had a very vivid dream, one that would definetely warranted a visit to your pyschologist, and somehow managed to bump your hip and scratch your shoulder. It made no sense. You knew you were being watched as you stepped out the car. God, maybe you were finally at your breaking point, brought around by nothing in particular, you just simply snapped.

You ventured into your bedroom to change out of your clothes. The note...was gone. You swore you'd left in laying on your covers. After several minutes of franticall searching under the covers and around the bed, you gave up. Maybe your breakup was fianlly catching up with you in an unusual way or maybe it was the loneliness. Whatever it was, all that remained of last night were the bruises. You changed into an oversized t-shirt and some cotton shorts, examining the blueish imprints on your hips. Perhaps you had gotten so drunk last night that you'd simply not remembered hitting your hip and this morning, still drunk your brain had conjured up the note just as it has the demon that fucked you raw in the bathtub last night.

Having let your guard down at finding nothing out of the ordinary, you padded into the living room, your phone in hand that was currently reinstalling tinder. Might as well get back in the game if I'm dreaming up hot demon bathtub sex, you thought to yourself.

You switched on the light, revealing the demon from last night perched lazily on the sofa, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" you screamed, dropping your phone. So much for not being scared.

"Good evening to you too, (Y/N)" he chuckled, taking in your frightened expression, those pretty (Y/E/C) eyes of yours ripped wide open.

"What are YOU doing here?" you hissed, trying to calm your heart that was currently in overdrive. He wasn't real, he wasn't supposed to be real.

"What do you mean what am I doing here. Didn't we assess last night that this is my domain? I should be asking you that question, Angel," he retorted, that grin of his widening into a dashing smile, his awsner punctuated by a wink that shouldn't have the effect it had on you.

"S-so this, last night, this was all real?" you whispered with your hands gesturing around you, disbelief in your voice and realisation flitting over your face.

"Oh it was real. A demon fucking that sweet little cunt of yours. Very real and very enjoyable I might add," he rumbled, hia brazen words making your cheeks flush. You stood in the door flabbergasted.

"I'm Michael by the way. I didn't get to introduce myself properly last night since you passed out. Not to worry, I take it as a compliment of my expertise," he winked once more.

You watched him as he revealed why you couldn't remember getting out the tub or falling asleep. So he was a demon. A spawn of satan. Your mind went back to all the things you'd read earlier about his kind, that knot in your stomach suddenly coiling in on itself.

"Did I sell my soul to you last night?!" The words spilled over your lips, your (Y/E/C) gaze shooting daggers at the demon who looked more bemused by the second, taking in your flustered appearance. He hadn't expected you to be so straightforward.

"No, you'd know if you did," he smirked, tapping his chin, a cocky smile on his lips as he watched you deflate slightly. You didn't dare breathe a sigh of relief yet.

"This is like if you're a cop, you have to tell me. You can't lie, you can twist the truth but you can't outright lie," you responded, not satisfied by his half answer.

"Oh, we've been hitting the books at work today? Smart girl," he chuckled. You hadn't done nearly enough research to know the pile of proverbial shit you had landed in unknowingly, but you had done enough between work meetings and over your lunch break to know that a demon was bound by whatever force held them to this plane that made it impossible for them to lie if called upon directly. Your hands clenched by your sides, waiting for his reply. He groaned at your resoluteness. You were a lot smarter than you knew and he was growing impatient with the incessant line of questioning. Usually it was him with one hand on the lever.

"Sweet (Y/N)," he inhaled deeply. "You didn't sell your soul to me last night. It's still firmly sat behind your ribcage, all yours. I'd swear on my heart if I had one. I do have integrity, you know. Are you satisfied now?" He sneered, watching your face as he waited for your reply, one eyebrow cocked expectantly, a hint of offense on his features. You sighed in relief at his statement.

"Thank God," you breathed. At least some of what you'd found on various internet sites and reddit threads seemed to be true. At the name, Michael's eyes darkened and he stood up to his full height from the sofa. Your spine straightened as he approached you, his demeanour growing even sourer.

"Don't mention him in my presence," he rumbled, coming to stand before you, the tips of his pristine parent leather boots touching your bare toes. Had he approached you like this when you had entered your apartment, you would've shrunk back but your little research endeavours had struck a hint of Gold, a fact that had emboldened you as much as his admission that he infact a demon. You wanted to try and see what else you could use against him. Resolute, you stood your ground, neck slightly tilted back to meet his gaze. He may have scared you just now but you were not one to back down, for better or worse.

"God," you uttered again, watching his eyes grow dark, an inky blackness swallowing his blue irises.

Michael tilted his head to one side, those shadows starting to creep up behind him like they had last night. A silent warning.

"Jesus Christ," you continued to test him.

"(Y/N)..." his voice rumbled low out his chest, and the depth of it sent shivers down your spine.

"In the name of the father, the son and the hol-" His right arm shot up and he grabbed you by the throat roughly, cutting off your breath before you could finish the sentence. In the blink of an eye you were pressed between the wall, Michael's hand around your throat pinning you in place.

"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll do it for you," he hissed, his body pressed firmly over yours, his black gaze burning into you, and a searing pain exploded behind them. You screamed in terror and anguish as it felt like he was burning your eyes out their sockets.

"FUCK, I'M SORRY, I'LL STOP, PLEASE!" you cried, your vision going blurry from pain and tears that had begun to spill out the corners. At your cries, Michael's hand loosened the grip around your neck and stepped back. You slid down the wall at the loss of his body holding you up, gulping in air, fingers gingerly touching the skin around your eyes, afraid they would come up bloody. Unbothered, Michael watched as you regained control over your breathing, mustering you with a hint of disdain. He crouched down before you, making you press yourself against the wall in an effort to keep the distance between you.

"Don't ever think you're smarter than me, little one. Test me again and you'll see. I dare you," he chuckled, one hand catching your quivering chin in his hold to assess the damage he'd done. Only several small burst blood vessels bloomed in the whites of your eyes. Nothing permanent and yet enough to remind you that you were in his domain, abiding by his rules.

"Now that we've established who's in charge once again, why dont you tell me about your day? I took the liberty of getting some wine," he said, any trace of anger or demonic demeanour wiped from his chiseled features, that small smile playing on the corners of his lips again. He was psychotic or just simply demonic, that little voice in th back of your head whispered while you watched him, the back of your head and shoulders pressed into the wall.

He offered you his hand to help you off the floor, as if the last minutes had never taken place. You debated whether or not to refuse but seeing as how you were on the much shorter end of the stick firmly in his grasp, you took his hand and were hoisted up to your feet by Michael. You recoiled from his grasp as soon as you were steady on your feet, eyeing him warily. Alcohol sounded like a good idea even though you wanted to keep your wits about you around him. There was no doubt in your mind now about who it was you were dealing with and this was far worse than you'd anticipated and yet it didn't seem like you had much choice. Your lease wouldn't run out for another 6 months and there was no way you'd go back to your best friend's couch.

“Why the hell not,” you muttered, earning yourself a gleeful grin from the handsome devil before you.

“I knew you'd come around, Angel,” he grinned, those hooded icy blue eyes glinting.

#michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x you #michael langdon #demon!michael #ahs apocalypse

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unpopular-bishop · 4 years

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protective team and injury

Win is very tired. He’s been very tired for about four days now, which is how many nights its been since he and Team got into that stupid argument. They’ve since made up, but Team hasn’t been coming to his room and Win knows that it takes time, that Team got spooked and is just working the nerve up to start coming to him again. He knows that. He knows that.

Still, Win is very tired. He can’t sleep now, knowing that Team is probably sleeping as badly as he is, if not worse, and is just - staying in his room, probably staring at the ceiling, which is his floor, so it’s almost like Team is staring up at him, just daring him to rush him in this. Win won’t rush him; Win’s working on his part of this relationship the same as Team is and he’s trying not to be pushy or demand more than Team is able to give. That means that he needs to give Team space and time. He can’t just demand Team come back and be comfortable in bed with him. It wasn’t a knockdown, drag-out fight but it was definitely their most serious argument and it hadn’t lasted more than a night, but it was enough to shake them both, just a little. Team will come back to bed soon; he’s already sitting next to Win at lunch again. Yesterday, they held hands under the table. At the beginning of practice today, Team kissed him outside the locker room while the rest of the team was getting changed. Win just has to be patient and in the next few nights, he’s sure his boy will be back in bed and they can both get a good night’s sleep without a worry.

But that’s in a few nights. Right now, Win is very tired.

Very tired and not willing to put up much of a fight when he gets cornered after practice by four nongs who are supposed to be cleaning up the pool and locker room this week.

“Please, Phi?” Book drops dramatically to his knees while Key and Mew clasp their hands together and shake them wildly, “We’re so behind on class and there’s a project due tomorrow!”

“Why didn’t you finish your project earlier?” Win can’t help but ask, smile tugging at his lips despite the drag of exhaustion behind his eyelids. He’d wanted to go home and take a nap, maybe hold Team’s hand and conveniently forget to let go until they were already in front of Win’s door and it would only make sense for Team to come in with him and maybe nap too.

“We didn’t realize we’d need to spend so much time in the library,” Dew pokes at the squeegee broom he’s leaning against, looking put out and stressed, “I’m sorry, Phi. It’s really rude of us to ask so suddenly. You probably have other stuff you need to do that isn’t covering for your idiot nongs.”

“You aren’t idiots.” Win pats Dew’s shoulder firmly, trying to come off as a reassuring vice president and not an exhausted senior. He regrets not ducking out as soon as practice ended like Dean had. Where was Pruk when Win needed him? Probably off with Manaow and Del, the traitor. Win glances around and doesn’t see Team, which does not make his heart sink just a little, not even a bit.

“Well…” he starts to say slowly, reluctantly, “It wouldn’t do for you guys to get a bad grade, especially so close to meet season. We need everyone on top of their grades and their game. This can’t happen again, okay?”

“Yes, Phi.” All four of them chorus at once and it makes Win laugh despite the little jabs of annoyance in his stomach.

“I guess I can do -” he gives in, already reaching for the squeegee broom - and then there’s a loud crash from inside the locker room and a familiar squawk of pain and surprise.

Win doesn’t actually remember moving or even recognizing the voice that had just yelped like an angry bird. It’s more that...one moment he’s standing by the poolside, talking to his nongs, and the next he is inside the locker room and taking in the site of Team clutching his leg close while he sits on the locker room floor in a pile of cleaning supplies.

“Team!” He kneels at Team’s side, hands hovering awkwardly over Team’s skin and then busying themselves with shoving aside the buckets and mop handle still laying on top of Team, “Are you okay? What happened!?”

Team doesn’t answer for a few seconds, just curled over his leg with his head bowed too low for Win to see his face, but when he finally looks up, it feels like Win’s brain has shortcircuited.

Team has tears in his eyes.

“I just tripped.” Team sniffles, slowly rubbing circles into his knee. He’s wearing his street clothes already, sweats and one of Win’s shirts, though he’d never admit that he picked it up from Win’s floor one day and just refused to give it back. His back is damp from the floor, still wet from after practice, and Win feels it when he carefully rubs a comforting hand along Team’s spine.

“What happened to your leg? Did you sprain your ankle? Pull a muscle?”

“I dunno,” Team wipes his face quickly as more footsteps echo from the hall. Win had forgotten his nongs were still there. “It just - hurts. I think I hit it when I fell down.”

“We need to take you to health services.”

“I think so too.”

“I’m taking you to health services. You could have really hurt yourself.” Win narrows his eyes at Team, and then has to stop and process because he was fully expecting Team to argue with him, not agree.

“P’Team?” Key says from the doorway, sounding worried, “What happened? Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine,” Team says at the same time that Win says, “Team fell. I’m taking him to health services.”

“Hia,” Team starts to complain but Win doesn’t give him the chance, just stands up and pulls him up, too.

“You guys can just clean up around the pool and then make sure the floor in here is dry today,” Win says to the four other team members in between forcibly pushing at Team until he acquiescence to letting Win piggyback him. “And make sure these supplies are put away. Come back tomorrow after class but before practice and finish cleaning up.”

“Yes, phi.” Book says and Win would take a few seconds to apologize for leaving them after just promising to clean up but Team needs him now and is a heavy, solid weight on his back. It’s the closest they’ve been in four days and it is already driving Win crazy.

Team doesn’t struggle too much, just slings both of their bags over his shoulders so Win has more free movement with his arms and Win is out of the locker room and then the gym and then the main street in a matter of minutes.

It isn’t until they’re well away from the pool and the club that Team finally taps at Win’s shoulder and huffs into his ear, breath warm and gentle where he’s so close.

“You can put me down now.”

“I don’t think I will.” Win decides as he continues down the sidewalk. It’s late enough in the day that most people are either already left campus or found their camping spots for the next few hours.

“Hia, I’m really okay.”

“I’ll put you down when there’s a doctor to look at your leg.”

Win feels Team press his face to the skin of his shoulder exposed by his tank, more warm breath and warmer lips as Team brushes against him. “Hia, I didn’t hurt my leg. I don’t need a doctor. Can we just go home?”

Win stops, processing that with a brain that doesn’t really want to process anything right now. “You didn’t hurt your leg? Then what happened back there?”

“Can you put me down first?”

“No.”

“Hia!”

Win tightens his arms around Team’s legs, bracing for a struggle, but Team just sighs explosively and shifts his weight to force Win into turning toward the parking lot where his bike is parked. Win staggers but gets his feet under him again and reluctantly turns away from health services in exchange for parking.

“Happy? Now explain.”

Team doesn’t explain. Win has long given into the fact that Team will never speak when he doesn’t want to, that Team’s preferred method of torture is the silent treatment and that Team’s go-to response when he’s unsure is the same thing. It can make figuring out if Team is upset with him or just processing a little harder than Win is used to working to make sense of people, but Team has always been worth the extra work.

He’s confused and now he’s curious, but he lets Team have his time. He’s been so stressed the last few days, so tired, and guilty for his part in the argument even after apologizing. He’s missed Team. Now he has Team, a warm weight on his back with his arms draped over Win’s shoulders and his thighs strong and firm under Win’s hands. When Team’s forehead thunks against the back of his neck, Win has to breathe in slowly and tilt his head back so he’s resting it on Team’s. Just for a few seconds. Just for a few seconds.

They’re both quiet. The campus is nearly empty, the weather is nice, the air smells fresh. Win has a beautiful boy in his arms and is heading home with him. He feels relaxed for the first time in days, even with the confusion.

They still have a few minutes before they reach the parking lot when Team finally speaks up. When he does, it’s muffled against Win’s skin.

“You’re too nice, hia. People take advantage of you.”

Win smiles, looking straight ahead even though all he wants to do is figure out how to keep holding Team like this while also staring at him.

“I’m not too nice.”

“You are.” Team asserts, “You were gonna stay and clean up everything on your own, weren’t you? Even though it was their turn and you’re supposed to have a partner, anyway.”

“It’s my job as a responsible phi -”

“Too nice.” Team interrupts and tugs at his hair to make a point, “You’re getting taken advantage of. Why do you think they asked you and not anyone else, huh?”

Win doesn’t have an answer for that.

“So what happened with your leg?” he decides to change the subject but Team just sighs again, like Win’s being excessively thick about things.

“I really did fall.” Team admits, “But I didn’t actually get hurt. I just wanted you to take me home.”

“You could have just asked!” Win can’t help but ask, “I would have!”

“You would have felt bad for Mew and the others.” Team shrugs, “It was a risk I couldn’t take, hia.”

Win nearly drops him he’s laughing soo hard. He finally has to relinquish his hold so he can bend over, hands on his knees. It shouldn’t be this funny, but the delivery of the line was so serious and straightforward like Team really meant it, despite the ridiculousness of it. He’s so stupidly fond of this kid.

Team stands with his arms crossed, not quite pouting but looking close to it, brows crumpled above his eyes in annoyance. “Stop laughing, hia, I’m serious.”

That just sends Win off again, but he manages to chortle standing up this time and doesn’t hesitate to grab Team’s hand and squeeze it as he starts to walk.

“Thank you for saving me, then, Team.” he says and hopes Team can hear the sincerity. It’s really, really funny, but he can see that Team just faked an injury to get him out of cleaning the locker room for what it is, and he appreciates it. In ten years, he wants to tell the story to their kids.

Team just huffs, but he holds Win’s hand back. In fact, he tangles their fingers together and steps closer.

In the end, Win doesn’t even need to pretend to forget to let go of his hand. Team follows him to his room without complaint and they take a nap.

#until we meed again #winteam #mine #tags: winteam week 2020 | day 4/5: protective team and injury | there is no pride in love and cleaning the locker room #wc: 2k #ao3 link on first line

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karaxreds · 5 years

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Angel ( Part One) - Trent Alexander-Arnold

You smiled at the boy on the corner of the crowded livong room as you make your way toward your friend, a giant smile appearing on her face as soon as she notices you.

"You made it!" She smiles widely, pulling you into a bone crushing hug that you gladly returned.

"I promised I would try." You told her, "And I did." You added, once you two pulled away.

"Hello there, Angel." You heard a voice behind, which made your smile grew wider.

"Marcus!" You said excitedly, jumping into your best friends arms.

Marcus has been your best friends ever since you were fourteen, have been neighbours since forever but only started getting along when you two grew a little bit older, in fact you hated him as a kid because he always made fun of you whenever you wore your piggy tails.

Luciana on the other hand, you two met through Marcus, but you two were going ro the same university in Manchester which made you two grew much more closer, sometimes you even gamged up on Marcus whenever you felt like messing with him.

"Glad you could make it." He repeated his girlfriend's words as he pulled away from you, putting an arm around your shoulder and the other around his girl.

"Here comes my favourite girl!" Another voice spoke, approaching the three of you.

"Hello birthday boy." You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Jesse."

"Thank you, Angel." He replied, wrapping his arms around you.

"Do y'all have to call me Angel?" You said, rolling your eyes playfully.

Angel wasn't you real name, it was a nickname they chose for you a few years ago. According to them, you were too sweet and innocent for them "the sweetest person they ever met" they said.

"It's been years babe, you should be used to it by now." Jesse smirked, his arm sneaked around your waist.

"I am, don't worry." You smiled.

You have to admit that you liked that nickname, all your friends now call you Angel, even some members of your family do.

Jesse's arm tightened around your waist when he noticed some boy looking at you a few feet away from you.

"Jess." You said in a warning tone.

Jesse always felt like he had to protect you from other boys, you didn't have an older brother so he felt like he had to step up and pkay that role for you. You loved him for that for sure, but sometimes he would get a bit too carried away.

"Our Angel deserves the best, and he ain't no best." The birthday boy shrugged.

"First of all, that sentence made no sense." You narrowed your eyes, gently removing his arm from your waist. "Second of all, that's your friend too and third of all when are you getting yourself a girl?"

"Are you already tired of me Angel?" He raised an eyebrow, but smirked amyways.

"When am I ever not?"

"Okay, that's rude!" He whined, like a five years old.

"Enough,you two." Marcus said, putting an arm between the two of us. "Get away from her, she's my best friend." He added, pulling you to his side.

"And I am your too, Beans." He looked up at Marcus faking a pout. "We can share her."

"She's not an object to share." Luciana rolled her eyes, pulling you away from the two. "Idiots." She mumbled, as the two continued their childish argument.

"We love a supportive girlfriend." You joked, sending her a wink.

"I know you do." She chuckled lightly,"wanna dance?"

"Let me just grab a drink, Yeah? I need to get rid of all this stress." You told her, Poiting at the small mini bar a few feet away and she just nodded, telling you that she'll be waiting for you.

You walked through the crowd, making sure not to step on anyone and that no one would step on your toes.

You were wearing a simple outfit, not too glittery or anything. Just a small white crop top with straps and a fluffy black skirt stopping a few inches above your knees and your favourite black ankle straps stilletos.

You catch a few guys checking you out on tour way to the bar but you just ignored it, it was no secret that you did attire a lot of male attention but you weren't looking for anyone at the moment.

You had a hard timw moving on from your last break up, which was over five months ago, but you just wanted to focus on uni at the moment and maybe once you're ready you'll start seeing new people again.

"Hey, Angel." Jamel, Jesse's other best friend greeted you with a giant smile that you immediately returned.

"Hey, Jam." You greeted, "Fancy seeing you here." You said, your voice laced with sarcasm.

"Haha very funny. " He said, rolling hia eyea but a small smile appearing on his face anyway. "Vodka?"

"Nope, I'll just take a beer for now." You said, extending your hand waiting for him to give you your bottle.

You two chatted for a few more minuted until you saw your blonde friend walking toward you with a frown, a hand on her hip.

"I thought you said you're going to dance with me?" She said, sounding like a five years old.

"Sorry, blame it all on him." You shrugged, nodding toward Jamel who was sitting next to you against the bar.

"Well sorry Jam, but I am stealing her for now." She smiled at the boy and grabbed your hand, yanking you toward the dance floor.

"You know that he has a thing for you ,right?" She asked, raising up an eyebrow.

"Jamal?" You frowned, "Of course not, we're just friends."

"He thinks he has a chance with you, babe." The blonde giggled, "I think the only thing stopping him is Jesse."

"I don't see him like that anyway." You grimaced, Jamal was one of Jesse's best friends and you never ever looked at him like that. And you're definetly not looking at him any other way, any time soon.

"Let's just dance,yeah." You told your friend, rushing into the dance floor.

The two of you danced along to the beat of the music, smiling and laughing out loud as you two sang your heart out the lyrics.

A few minutes later you were both joined by Marcus and Jesse, the taller boy stealing his girlfriend away from you while the shorter one danced with you, his hands on your hips.

"Looking good tonight, babe." He smiled, eying you up and down.

And fir the first time ever since you've known him, you felt uncomfortable at the way his was looking at you.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" You chuckled.

"Had a few drinks but I am not there yet." He shook his head, he pulled away from you. He must've felt that you was kinda uncomfortable, but you two continued to dance together anyway.

Half an hour later, you felt like your legs couldn't hold you anymore while the boy next to you was now eying some brunette behind you and you rolled your eyes telling him to go and make a move.

You walked again through the more crowded area now, trying to make it into the bar and grab a drink and maybe found some place to sit.

You were so tired that you didn't see that person coming and you felt your head crash into a hard chest.

You pushed yourself back, shaking your head trying to regain your balance but the person was quick to hold you before you collide into the ground.

"Careful, Love." A thick scouse accent said.

You look up at the person and you felt like the world has stopped moving around you.

You scanned every little detail about him, his curly brown hair, the straight slope of his nose, his perfectly traced jawline showing off his perfectly structured cheekbones.

It took you only a few minutes to recognise the boy, never met him in person before but there was no way you never heard of him.

Trent Alexander-Arnold.

You felt your cheeks heat up when you noticed the smirk on his lips, your face was now crimson red, embarrassed by the fact that you were totally checking him out but you couldn't help but feel mesmerized by his beauty.

"It's okay love, I've been looking at you the same way all night." He whispered into your ear, your heart racing in the process. "I think it's only fair that you look at me the same way."

New mini story haha, hope you'll like it! Posting part two tomorrow as always. Love ya xoxo

#Football imagines #football one shots #footballers imagines #footballers one shot #football #liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold #Trent #Alexander-arnold #Imagines #one shots #footballers #Trent is bae

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crue6xx · 5 years

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Its cool [Nikki×Reader]

Warning:smut and cursing

Summery: now that your with Nikki you deal with hia bullshit, it may be a pain in the ass but you both love eachother, this one vacation was different with his antics.

As you got on the plane with Nikki you had your backpack on you smiling and ready for a 26 minuets not long.

Nikki put his head on your shoulder and his hand on your thigh, which is something he usually does, he started to move his hand up your thigh until his hand was in your waist band, you jolted and glared at him Nikki's face was painted with a giant grin he shooshed you.

The plane started to beep and Nikki pulled his hand out your pants as soon as he could see the flight attendant come over for trash.

Nikki got up and grabbed your phone, you had no idea what he was doing until you opened the bathroom which was bigger because you are in first class.

Nikki already hand his pants down still with that fucking grin, you looked at him

"Nikki this a plane we arent doing this right now" you said looking at him but couldnt help yourself and you looked down your phone was in his waistband of his underwear.

"You want your phone?" Nikki said licking the side of hia lips you went in quick for your phone, he grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss things led to another and you were on your knees, he groaned "here we...come.." And moaning "Miami!" As his jizz went down your chin, you wiped up and he buckled his pants up.

You both casually sat back down, you finally got off that plane catching wierd looks from old couples and random people it was so obvious it wouldnt be if Nikki wasn't grinning like an idiot.

Jenny greeted both of you with hugs exited you are in Miami and ready for the your tour of the Indoors jungle, Jenny brought you both to the hotel and you expected Nikki to be horny as always, instead Nikki jumped on the bed and rolled around like a happy dog,

"This is nice" as he rolled off the bed and grabbed a beer out the mini bar, you rolled your eyes and flopped on the bed "wow it is soft" he looked back still drinking "mhm told you".

Jenny brought you some food, after you finished up Nikki got his leather vest and a black tank top saying "suck it" "god I hope Jenny can't read, after all she got an F on English in 6th grade" you knew she was smart as hell now but you really hoped.

As you both stepped into the museum they announced rules "no alcohol, weapons, or any touching the plants, and stay in the path...blah blah blah and have fun" Nikki was listening you were kinda surprised, Jenny was ecstatic that this is the first time you went to this tour, Nikki was following the rules so far, 10 minutes into the tour Nikki took out a small bottle of Jack Daniel's and drank all of it, "Nikki!" You darted at him "what I dont have water" he said shrugging, you handed him a water bottle he spit the water out into the plants "hey it doesnt look like they water them" you rolled your eyes at his behavior.

Nikki did finish the water, but they were far from the entrance to thriw it away so Nikki threw the bottle into the plants "what was that Nikki" "I don't know a monkey we are in the jungle" "Jesus Christ Nikki", the leader of the tour let you all go look at the difderent weather setting of the forest areas but to be back in the Central area in 15 minuets you and Nikki went to the night section with stars and a dim area it felt so romantic tou and Nikki stood under the stars and made out until you noticed Nikki opened his eyes "shit" he said a Bit loud "what's wrong" Nikki quickly went to the fence were some plants were and untucked his pants and started to piss on the plants "oh fuck, I almost pissed my pants" you stood there in shock "Nikki!!" You pulled his arm "hey I'm not finished" he kept going until he buckled his pants back up and walked back to the central area.

You didnt want to put up with his crap, but you did. Nikki then dropped a little botrle kn the ground after throwing it "um sir my water botrle fell can I get it" you asked "yes but don't harm the plants" the rest of the people turned around starring at the waterfall you bent down to grab the bottle, you felt the outline of Nikki's hard dick on your ass he pushed harder onto you and started to dry hump you "man I just wanna plow your ass with my hard dick right now", you got up fast, "what the hell Nikki", the tour had ended but Nikki had secretly pulled you into an area that had a fence and a sign "no trespassing" he pulled you under the chain fence and he stood on a giant rock "we aren't support to be here Nikki we can get banned" he just looked at you and grabbed your phone and texted jenny "hey jenny we are in the other area with another group you can keep going we will meet you at the end" Nikki set your phone down and bent you over a log and kissed you he started to unbuckle his pants and pull the down he quickly flipped you over and bent you over to your backside and pushed down your pants and underwear he forcefully pushed inside of you hard, "oh fuck, I have been waiting for this" he grinned and started bucking his hips into you faster and harder making his thrusts unbearable you moaned out in pleasure as he went fast as hell and hard as fuck, he moaned loudly "OH FUCK" his moans echoing were everyone can hear them, he started to moan so loud it sounded like somebody was stabbing him "HOLY SHIT BABE IM GONNA...IM GONNA CUM" you heard people gasp. You hit your orgasm "oh fuck..Nikki" you said quietly, Nikki came on your ass, you clened up as Nikki buckled up you fixed your make up.

You both made your way back to rhe entrance where everyone was waiting and again Nikki made it obvious , you both got in trouble put to the office Nikki had his feet on the desk "if my balls we're on your chin where would my dick be?" The owner just glared at Nikki, Nikki got up and grabbed your hand and walked right out the owner yelling behind you "COME BACK HERE, YOUR BOTH BANNED FOR LIFE!!!!!!!" you both ran out Nikki yelling "ITS COOL"

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thepaperpanda · 6 years

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Hidden treasure || Part VI || Final

Part I || Part II || Part III || Part IV || Part V

Words: 4880

Warnings: language, cursing, blood, violence

SUMMARY: You are General Hux sister. After another failure, you’ve been sent back to Hux. He’s pretty annoyed by the fact he has to take care of you. No one but Hux knows, that you have some special abilities. One day you accidentally meet commander Kylo Ren. Will this meeting change everything?

Author: Cass & Rouge

Few weeks have passed.

A lot of stress, sleepless nights, arguments with your older brother whenever he could start one...

You've noticed little changes in your condition after some time. Your mood swings were unbearable. You stopped recognizing yourself at some point. Even Kylo noticed that something wasn't okay.

Once you even fought with one stormtrooper who refused to handle you a cup with tea.

In the end, you made a decision to visit a doctor. Some things just had to be explained...

When you entered the dispensary, doctor looked at you in shock. Few workers even left the room in silent.

"L-Lady Ren." Doctor blurted out and bowed her head softly. "H... How can I help you today?" She asked being visibly stressed by your presence. Woman slowly got up from her chair and forced herself to smile at you.

You looked around checking if you both were alone, then you took a seat in front of doctor's desk. "Something's wrong with me." The sentence was way too superficial to express what you were feeling deep inside. "I don't feel well."

"Uhm... Uhm..." Doctor muttered and looked at you waiting at your permission to sit down. "So... So... What's the problem, Lady Ren..? What do you mean that something's wrong with you? What is happening with you exactly, Lady Ren?" Doctor asked looking at you.

You nodded briefly giving her a permission to take a place.

"I'm weak. I cannot focus on my daily tasks. I get distracted easily, what is an usual situation to me." You rubbed your temples. "I feel disgust when I think of eating."

Doctor let out a loud sigh sitting down quickly.

She listened to you nodding her head while she was writing down everything you said.

"O... Okay. Can I have... more... Sensetive question to you, Lady Ren? Of course, don't get me wrong! This is importat for me... As a doctor." She said and laughed nervously.

You frowned when she laughed but nodded your head. "Of course. Go on. Anything to make me feel better by setting a proper diagnosis."

You looked at left. Huge window was having a view at the hangar. On the other side you could see the window of your brother's chamber.

She nodded and sighed. "So... When you and Supreme Leader Ren are together... Do you use any protection?" She asked even more nervously. Such a question was a really private thing and she was aking YOU about this.

Hux was currently putting on his coat so he could leave to work. He petted his cat before leaving the chamber.

You blinked. Truth was you weren't considering this as a cause of your sudden impairment.

"No... Not really.." Words were heavy and you barely said them. "I didn't.. Oh Lord.. I need to be sure.. I need to be sure it is exactly what I think of.." Once again you looked through the window to watch general Hux for a while.

She bite her lips nodding her head. "I see. Now, other question. Your period, Lady?" She asked. "Have you controlled it?"

Hux was already gone. Only Millicent was running around playing with her toy.

"It's delayed.." You admitted clenching hands in fists. "I just thought... He.. I mean Supreme Leader has force. I thought he has a control over such stuff."

You felt like you would be suffocating.

"Uhm... I am not an expert, Lady Ren... But I am sure He doesn't." She said looking at you. "I think you may be pregnant, Lady Ren. I will give you a test and than you will know." Doctor said and got up from her seat to find the test for you.

As she handled the test to you, you took it in your hand and slipped straight into your pocket. "Thank you, doctor." You said as you rose from the chair.

Before you left you looked at her over your shoulder. "No one can find it out, am I making myself clear?"

Doctor shivered as you looked at her. She quickly nodded. "Y-YES! Yes, of course, Lady Ren. No one will know. No one." She said and nodded.

After you left, she sat down and let out a loud sigh. "I'm gonna get a heart attack when I will see her here next time." She muttered.

Minutes were wearing on awfully. You were sitting in the bathroom waiting for a result. Biting inside of your cheek, you were looking around.

Few minutes have passed and you walked to the sink. With shaking hands you took the test and looked at it.

You felt like a coldness was trundling along your veins. Your heart has stopped for a second.

Two red lines. You were pregnant.

The last thing you remembered was like world around you was fading away.

"Y/N! Where are you?" Kylo called out walking inside the chamber. He frowned when you didn't come to him right away.

Kylo started to search through every room.

When he saw you laying on the floor in bathroom, he looked at you with fear. "Y/N!" Kylo quickly took you into his arms. "Wake up, my queen. What happened?" He asked and stroked your cheek.

You slowly opened eyes at the sound of his voice. Automatically you nuzzled to his chest. "Kylo.. My love.." You mumbled quietly. "Can you help me?" You leant over him trying to get up.

He picked you up and took you to bedroom. There, he laid you down on the bed. He sat next to you and took your hand. "What happened, my love? Did someone attack you? I will KILL THIS PERSON!" He growled.

"Easy.." You smiled gently. You reached for his hand and slowly put it on your stomach. "I think you already know what I want to tell you.."

Kylo blinked and looked at you confused. "What do you mean, my queen?" He asked and moved his hand away from your stomach.

You looked at him, then turned head aside. "I'm pregnant." You whispered quietly, not even looking at him.

Brunette was quiet for a moment, and than he got up from bed simply leaving the chamber. Kylo left without one word or without a single look at you.

You watched him leaving feeling like tears are forming in your eyes. It wasn't a way you expected him to react. He let you down.

You were laying for a longer moment, then you got up. You put a coat on your shoulders and left chamber. You headed on the bridge.

Hux was there yelling at everyone as always. "Move your fucking asses finally! You all are doing nothing! As fucking always!" Hux growled and rubbed his forehead. "It was a mistake to even get up from bed today." He muttered to himself.

As you spotted him, you walked straight into his direction. "Armitage..." You said as you reached him. "Can we talk, please?"

He looked at you with disgust in his eyes. The look that he used to have since you appeared on this ship. Hux looked at your face and suddenly his gaze softened, apparently the 'good older' brother woke up in him.

Armitage nodded and took your hand. He walked with you back to his chamber.

As soon as door was closed behind you, you let tears to roll down your rosy cheeks. "Armitage..." You whimpered choking on your own tears. "I have a problem... Can you help me? Please... I don't know what to do... I have no one but you.."

He blinked and quickly hugged you tightly. "Shhh... Hey, calm down, Y/N. Explain me what's wrong.." Armitage slowly sat down on his bed and pulled you closer trying to calm you down.

You nuzzled to his chest wrapping arms tightly around his waist. "I'm pregnant.." You sobbed loudly, not even daring to look at him.

Hux blinked and looked at you, he was terrified. "You are what... How... WHAT?!" He put hand to your cheek and forced you to look at him.

"Pregnant, Armitage. I'm expecting HIS child.." you bursted with tears and nuzzled to hia chest again. "I've told him. He wasn't happy at all. He didn't even look at me.."

Armitage hugged you as tight as he only could. His head was full of thoughts, full of fear.

He was planning to kill you but he couldn't do this now. By doing this he wouldn't be better than your father.

"Maybe he got scared... Even Ren couldn't be ready on this." Armitage said, rubbing your back, suddenly he took off his gloves and then took your cheek into one hand. Man started to gently stroke it, trying to calm you down.

You nodded. "Or maybe he plans how to kill me..." You cried.

Your body was trembling. But you found yourself feeling safe in your brother's arms.

"Hush... For sure not. Ren is complete idiot but he wouldn't be so cruel. Not to his queen." He said still rubbing your cheek. "I know him. He would never do this, sis." Hux said using nickname that he was using when you two were small, man gently kissed top of your head. "Let's go to him, sis... We will talk with him."

You nodded and took his hand. "Will you protect me? I am so scared..."

You let him take you out of his chamber. You were walking by his side wrapping coat tightly around your stomach.

Armitage smiled sadly, he good knew what was comming.

"Yes. I will protect you... As I always did when we were younger. Remember?" He asked and ruffled your hair.

You squeezed his palm and hugged to him when you were walking along the corridor.

From a flank corridor a tall man came out. Dressed in a black armor and with a blaster in his hands.

"All hail General Hux! Die, scum!" Man aimed at you and pulled the trigger.

Hux immediately pulled you closer to him, turning around with you in his arms, he shielded you from the shoot with his own body.

"Fuck..." He groweld loudly, looking at blood stain that started to form on his uniform. He pressed hand to his chest. "Take that fanatic away! And throw out of the ship! NOW!" Hux yelled before sinking down onto his knees. "Y/N... Are you okay...." Armitage asked and looked at you.

"Dear Lord!" You screamed in horror kneeling in front of him and wrapping arms around his waist. "DOCTOR! I need a fucking doctor up here!!!" Your vocie was raspy as huge tears rolled down your pale cheeks. "Hold on, brother! I will help you, just focus on me. Listen to my voice.."

"You better get Ren here!" He yelled and then looked at you. "Come on... Don't cry, sis. You need to be brave. Just like your brother." Hux smiled at you and then he looked at wound. "Doctor is not gonna help me here..." He let out a short laugh.

"Shut up, bro!" You dared to slap his cheek strongly leaving a mark there. "Shur your mouth!"

You helped him to lay down and pressed hand to his chest. "Don't die here.."

Kylo appeared on the corridor after longer moment. "What the fuck had happened here!?"

"Someone tried to kill your Queen... I had to protect my little sister." Hux muttered. "I did this only for her... Y/N, stop pressing that. It won't help. I'm gonna bleed out no matter what." He pushed your hands away.

You didn't care what he had wanted. You again pressed hands to his wound resting your forehead on his shoulder. "Don't leave me alone, Armitage..." Your tears soaked through his shirt.

With a helpless glance you looked at Kylo. "Why are you standing like this!? Help him, for fuck's sake!!" You yelled.

A lot of stormtroopers were standing close to you, whispering and talking quietly about the situation. Their general was dying and no one could help.

Kylo came to Hux and knelt next to him. "Thank you. You've fulfilled the most important duty of all time, Hux. Hold on, doctor's on his way here."

"Shhh..." Hux sighed petting your back. "Hey... You won't be alone, Y/N. You have your... Man and you know.." Redish man looked around slightly annoyed. "Don't you all have other things to do?! And I told you something, Ren. I did this as my personal duty... Y/N... Come on sis... Can I take a nap?"

Not thinking much, you slapped his cheek strongly. "Stay awake, you little shit!" You hissed deeply.

As doctor came, two stormtroopers helped to pick Hux up.

Ren looked like they were taking general to the dispensary.

"Come here, Y/N. He will be fine, don't worry. Such a fucker like him cannot be killed so easily."

You punched his side. "Don't you say such a things!"

Hux hissed as stormtroopers picked him up. "Hey! Watch it... Because if I won't die I will hit you back, little scums." Hux muttered before he passed out.

You and Kylo followed medical team straight to the dispensary. "I am worried..." Your voice broke down as you took a seat on the chair at the corridor.

"Don't. He is a strong fucker." Kylo said and stroked your hair. "I think we need to talk about something very important." Kylo sat next to you.

You crossed legs nicely and gave him a mean look. "Mighty Kylo Ren is afraid of responsibility, huh?" You were angry and he could see this.

"Stop it!" He growled loudly at you. "It's not like this. I had to think about this. I needed some time alone." Kylo muttered.

You slowly rose from the chair. "You think it's easy to me?!" You yelled loudly enough to make few people looked over two of you. "It's not okay! Of course you put yourself on first place!"

Kylo growled and grabbed your nape pulling you into angry kiss. "Will you shut up finally, my queen?" He muttered against your lips before kissing you again.

You mumbled something and kissed him back. Your hands slipped onto his back. "What are we gonna do now?"

"What? You will become my wife." He smiled and kissed your lips shortly. "And our little prince or princess will be happy with us two."

You blinked and pushed him away. "Woah.. Easy, cowboy." You opened your eyes widely. "Isn't it so quick?" You put hand on your stomach stroking it through your shirt. "Besides, I am not sure what Armitage will say about this idea."

He frowned. "I don't care what this fucker will say. You are mine. You have problem with becoming my wife but you don't have problem with me fucking you for last few months?!" He asked looking at you.

"KYLO!" You screamed blushing hardly. "It's not that I have a problem. The situation is brand new to me..."

You walked away and sighed looking through the window at the small room where doctors were helping Armitage.

He smiled at your blush. "This is true. Everyone knows that you belong to me. Every little inch of you is mine." Kylo walked to you and wrapped arms around your waist, he kissed your neck. "I love you. I want you to be mine forever. I want to rule the galaxy with you." He growled against your skin.

Armitage was currently unconscious.

You let Kylo to hug you from behind. You grabbed his palm and put it to your belly. "I just want this baby to be happy. To have a full family.." Your voice was soft while you were speaking. "I just.. I can't lose my brother... Do something, Kylo. Force is strong in you, you have to help him... I am begging you, my love..." You whispered.

Your voice was slowly fading out until you sanked on your knees losing consciousness.

Kylo grabbed you and picked you up. "I don't need to do anything. He will be fine, my queen, and everything will be just like you wish. Don't worry about that." Kylo muttered and then carried you inside, he put you on empty bed next to Armitage's. "Take care of her, too. Just be gentle with her." He growled at medical crew before leaving the room. Kylo decided to find out why such a situation had even happened.

You turned head to look at your brother. He was still unconscious and medical team was helping him.

"Armitage..." You whispered before drifting into a darkness once again.

The stormtrooper who had attacked Kylo's woman several minutes before was gathering his stuff in a rush. "Fucking coward..." Man cursed under his breath thinking about general Hux. "First he ordered to kill the slut only to protect her. Fucking pussy.."

Man threw backpack over his shoulders. He put a hood on his head and then left the chamber heading to escape pods.

"Where do you think you are going?" Kylo's voice echoed through the corridor.

"Stop right there, ZK-6902." Phasma said joining Kylo's side. "Supreme Leader has few questions to you. Collaborate or you will be forced to do so." She warned.

Few stormtroopers surrounded the traitor cutting hia escape route off.

Man reached to the backpack pulling blaster out and aiming weapon into Phasma. "Fuck off, you're only Hux's bitch, no thinking, just doing what your owner will say!" He yelled looking around. "And you all!? You ain't better than me! Many would be grateful for what I've done!"

Kylo rolled his eyes slightly and used the force to choke the man. "Shut up, scum." He used his abilities to pull man closer.

Evil laughter escaped man's lips. "I had the order from above!" He spitted on Kylo's face and smirked. "General Hux himself ordered me to kill his scum sister."

Kylo growled loudly, he could feel anger building up in him. His anger was so strong that it has triggered the force.

Men's neck snapped in Kylo's hand like a twig. Kylo threw the body on the floor. "Clean it... I will be back soon." Brunette said and walked away wiping his face. He headed back to the dispensary.

Armitage woke up slowly and looked around. He immediately spotted you on next bed.

"Y/N.... Y/N! Sister... What's wrong with you..." Hux slowly reached out to you only to grab your hand, ignoring the strong pain in his side.

You slowly opened your eyes looking at your brother. "Armitage..." You mumbled. "I am so worried about you..." You caughed strongly and put hand to your belly. "You've saved me..."

Ginger man smiled at you softly. "I know... I know that, sis."

Suddenly Kylo entered the room and looked at both of you. "You scum..." He mumbled and grabbed Hux by his throat. "I am so happy you are awake. I will be able to kill you and have satisfaction from this." Brunette said squeezing Hux's throat as hard as he only could.

"S-Supreme Leader..." Hux growled loudly trying his best to free himself from Kylo's grasp but there was no use in trying.

"KYLO!" Immediately getting up from the bed, you hit man's back. "LEAVE HIM ALONE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" You screamed as loudly as you only could.

Kylo let go Hux's neck and looked at you, his eyes were full of anger and rage. "HE! HE DID THIS! IT WAS HIS ORDER! HIS ORDER TO KILL YOU! HE SHOULD DIE!" He yelled at you pointing at Armitage.

You covered mouth with a hand taking step back and looking at Armitage in horror. "What.. No. Impossible. He saved me! Armitage, tell Kylo it wasn't you!"

Armitage looked down and nodded rubbing his throat. "Yes..." He nodded again taking a deep breath. "Yes... I did this... But when you said that you are pregnant... When you come to me... To ME. I couldn't let anyone hurt you and the little one." Hux explained and looked at Kylo. "I am ready to die." He said closing his eyes.

Kylo looked at Armitage with a cruel smile. "Very well general." Brunette said taking the lightsaber in his hand and igniting it on.

As strongly as you could, you grabbed the hilt of lightsaber pulling it out of Kylo's hand. You quickly turned weapon down throwing it away. You threw Kylo a mean look, then you slapped his cheek. "Just look what are you doing, Ren!" You took a step back shaking your head in disbelief. "You both! You both deserve each other! Ha! I have enough of both of you! Don't ya try to get into my eyeshot!"

With heart beating fast you left the chamber.

Kylo shook his head and followed you. "Y/N! Stop! What am I supposed to do, huh? He has betrayed me and you. You are his sister! Please, my Queen! Tell me what to do." He grabbed your hand and pulled you close to himself. Kylo hugged you tightly.

Hux stayed in bed, even when he wanted to run after you, oh so badly. This whole plan was the biggest mistake he had ever committed.

You were struggling in Kylo's arms for a while but when you calmed down, you rested head on his chest. "He's still my brother. Leave him alone. If not him, I would be dead now."

Kylo held you tightly until you were fully calm. "If not him, it wouldn't even happen." He sighed deeply and kissed the top of your head. "I still don't like fact that he is alive after all of this. HE wanted to KILL you."

"I won't change my mind. I already forgave him." You looked at Kylo slipping out if his arms. "Now, leave me alone. I want to rest. Don't feel well."

"Y/N! Stop it. You should go back to the dispensary." Kylo offered you his hand. "Please, my queen... For your own good. Your and baby's good." He said quietly.

You were measuring him with cold glance but you agreed taking offered hand.

Few days later you were able to left dispensary. You came back to your daily routine.

Hux was still slowly recovering from his injury. The biggest surprise to everyone on the ship was fact that general and Supreme Leader started to get along but there still was something deep inside Hux and he needed to take care of this.

"Y/N.." Hux said softly walking to you. "Sis, how do you two feel? Can we talk? Please? Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

You kept your face straight but deep inside you were glad he came to you. "We are okay." You put hand on your a bit rounded belly. "What about you?"

He smiled at you gently. "I am fine? I mean." Armitage moved his shirt up, showing you his bandages. "Still healing but... I really need to talk... Can we go to your chamber? I want to talk with you."

You frowned a bit glaring up at him. "Can't we talk here or in the canteen?" You asked simply.

Hux looked around at stormtroopers and shook his head. "Not really. Please, sis... I need this.." Armitage was practically begging you, what wasn't typical for him.

You smirked. "If you will promise that you ain't gonna kill me, then I am okay with this idea."

You led him to your new chamber. Kylo had given you bigger room taking you needed more space not only for yourself but also for a baby that was about to be born soon.

He looked down sadly. "Of course I won't..." Hux said quietly and followed you.

Inside your chamber ginger man looked around. "I see that this idiot Ren takes a good care of both of you." Armitage said and looked at you.

"Armitage." You growled deeply looking at him above your shoulder. "Stop calling him like that. He's good to us."

You pointed at leather chair in front of little coffee table. "Take a seat. So what do you want to talk about?"

"By 'to us' you mean to you and little one." He laughed softly and then looked at chair. "No, no, thank you. I am fine."

Armitage walked to you closer. "Y/N... I.. I am so sorry... I just, I was blind. You got on fucking top... Doing nothing. I was working so fucking hard and still, I was only Supreme Leader's punching bag..." Hux fell onto his knees and started to cry. "Forgive me sister... I beg you. When we were smaller... I protected you, and now I tried to kill you. I shouldn't, it was my mistake. Please, forgive me!" He whimpered wrapping arms around your legs.

You blinked few times and went down on your knees to hug him tight. "Hush now. It is okay. Everyone makes mistakes. So do you." You patted his back gently.

It took you few longer moments to calm your brother down. "And now, come on, get up." You reached hand to him and helped Armitage to get back on his feet.

You smiled at him and went to large window with a view on the space. "Promise me something. That you will be a good uncle. That you will protect this child as much as you protect me. This baby has no one but me, Kylo and you."

You were stroking your belly with forehead leant against the glass.

Amritage watched you and nodded. He came to you and hugged you from behind nuzzling to your shoulder. "I promise... I swear... I swear on my life. I won't let anyone hurt you or little one. I won't, never." Hux said trying to control his emotions.

You sighed slightly. "I trust you. Don't mess with me anymore, bro."

You turned and briefly kissed his cheek. "Now, can you leave me alone? Afternoon nap is all I want for now." You giggled.

"Please.... Can I stay here with you? I can sleep on a couch. I just wanna stay close to make sure you are safe." He whispered holding you tightly.

You rolled your eyes giggling. "Kylo will be glad seeing you here, brother."

You ruffled his hair and nuzzled to him. "C'mon."

You led him to the king sized couch and got on it next to him. "Tell me a story. Like you used to do when I was small." You nuzzled to his chest.

Armitage hugged you and sighed heavily. " Uhm... I am not sure if I remember any stories now. But I will try my best. For my little sister."

Kylo walked to your chamber and found you and Hux asleep on couch. He sighed softly and took blanket to wrap it around both of you.

"FUUUCK!!" You voice was piercing the air echoing along corridors.

The childbirth was lasting since few hours. You were totally exhausted but still trying to cooperate with doctors. "I CAN'T DO IT!!!" You screamed after another painful push you had to make. "I WILL KILL REN PERSONALLY AFTER ALL THIS SHIT!!"

"You're doing great, Mrs Ren." One of doctors wiped your forehead from sweat. "Just few more pushes. You can do it, Y/N."

Hux shivered listening to your screams. All he has wanted was to take pain away from you. "Ren, really? You don't care?"

Kylo, on the other hand, was sitting on the chair, his face was emotionless. He was just sitting there, your screams and threats haven't touched him at all. He looked at Hux. "I care but she is stronger than she looks. I am not worried about her health at all. She can make it." Brunette shrugged.

Hux only rolled his eyes. "You are immposible." He growled.

At the same moment everything became silent.

After several minutes young nurse came out of the operating room.

"Supreme Leader, I have the pleasure of informing you that lady Y/N just gave birth to a pretty little girl." Woman smiled bowing her head. "My sincere congratulations."

Kylo simply walked past the woman. All he has wanted was to see you and his daughter.

Hux rolled his eyes. "Thank you for your help." He said to the nurse and followed Kylo.

Ren sat next to you on a bed and gently pressed his forehead to yours. "My queen. You did a great job, just please, don't try to kill me now. It's your brother's job."

Kylo's gaze fell on the small bundle in your arms. "Is this her? This is our child?" He asked and looked at you.

Hux rolled his eyes again listening to Kylo. He looked at little girl you were holding in your arms. "She is really cute."

You nodded at Kylo. "It's her." Little smile crept onto your lips. "She's perfect."

You gently stroked over little forehead with your index finger. "We need to think of the name for her, Kylo."

Kylo looked at you not really sure what to say.

Hux rolled his eyes. "Maybe Y/D/N? I think it will be perfect." He shrugged.

You smiled at your brother. "To me it's a perfect name. So... Y/D/N... Welcome." You kissed little nose softly.

Kylo kissed your cheek and slowly took Y/D/N into his arms. "Welcome, my little princess." He said holding little girl close to his chest.

He looked at you and easily you could see tones of love into his eyes. Kylo was truly happy for the very first time. Like you all were that day.

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chalkrevelations · 2 years

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Further to Vegas and Pete this time out (because let’s face it, this is me, and main couple whomst? is my standard M.O.):

1) I KNEW IT. Thank you, Show, for providing additional data for my theory of Pete vs. Sex vs. Violence. Not only did Button keep it together around Vegas in scenes that were about the familiar and comfortable framework of business, he got even more focused in anything that involved actual violence: the interrogation scenes, shoot-outs, infiltrating the drug meet-up with Vegas and Hia Wang. He is competent. He is doing his job. His job is violence. He is not flinching. He is fucking taking Vegas’ dare head-on and refusing to look away from any of it even when everyone else does. Confident Pete includes the scene when he and Arm show up to the Minor Family compound with Porsche, and Pete is the one who actually informs Vegas that they’ll be accompanying and assisting along with Porsche. There’s no flinching, no hesitation, no shucks-gee-whiz grinning. No, what he’s got is a shit-eating grin like he’s in on spiking Vegas’ plans for Porsche, which we come to find out is exactly what’s going on.

And then the minute Vegas shows up in a darkened hallway, in a bathrobe, lounging against the wall at him, he becomes an idiot again.

I’m reserving a minor bit of suspicion that the bumpkin bit in the face of Vegas’ sex appeal is actually an act, at least by this point, to try to get Vegas to continue to underestimate him. But … seems unlikely. As long as it involves violence and not sex, Pete seems to be able to avoid turning into a complete idiot even when Vegas is around. Which continues to lead my brain to SO MANY interesting places, including the idea that violence is the potential equal ground Pete meets Vegas on before we can get to sex. Because I still remember the hotel room, and how Vegas was suddenly 1000x more interested when Porsche fought back, and the way he went home and had an orgasm and caressed his split lip in his dungeon afterward. I daresay that’s when Vegas became personally interested in Porsche, not just professionally.

ANYWAY …

2) There is … maybe something to the blocking of the scenes that include both Pete and Vegas in this ep that’s piquing my interest. I’m noticing that Pete seems to be consistently – generally if not always – to Vegas’ right: Standing just to his right as they watch Big attempt interrogation, standing just to his right as they put Hia Wang on his knees in the warehouse, standing over his right shoulder as Vegas talks to Hia Wang through the bars of a cell. In the truck when they infiltrate the meeting with Don, Pete’s riding in the seat behind Vegas, but he’s braced up against the side of the truck, which puts him slightly to the right of Vegas. He actually starts off standing to the left of Vegas when they kill the guards at the gate, but the camera shot is angled so that we see him to Vegas’ right, and then Vegas turns around to kill Hia Wang, putting Pete on his actual right. Also, an interesting thing about Hia Wang’s death is that ONLY Pete actually sees it. The guards are dead, the rest of their team is shut up in the back of the truck, so Pete is the only witness, which is interesting, given Pete’s the only one who didn’t look away from Vegas’ work from the beginning. Has Vegas already noticed? Because he specifically chooses Pete as the only other person to ride in the front of the truck with him and Hia Wang, when he’s laying out the plan. (Pete, you are well and truly on his radar, at this point.)

Again, once they’re inside the warehouse for the meeting with Don, when Vegas throws open the back of the truck to let Pete, Porsche and Arm mow down most of Don’s men, Pete is to the viewer’s left, but that means he’s on the right looking out of the truck and from where Vegas is standing shielded behind one of the open back doors. Pete’s over Vegas’ right shoulder again as Vegas kills Don, and he’s had to walk past Porsche to get there, rather than just staying in the middle of the bodyguard lineup. I can’t … tell if this is all deliberate, or if I’m only picking up on instances that fit my pattern. Is this some kind of “right-hand man” foreshadowing?

Exception to this pattern – during the afterparty, when Vegas asks Porsche to come work for him, and we can see Pete, out of focus in the background, on the phone with Kinn, between Vegas and Porsche. BETWEEN THEM, get it, because he’s setting up to get Kinn there to keep them apart.

#vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #vegaspete #kinnporsche #liveblogging ep 7 i guess #how we feeling vegaspete nation?

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unpopular-bishop · 4 years

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caught

The thing was when Pharm asked if Team wanted to keep the ring at his place, Team should have said yes. He should have said Thank you, Pharm, my best friend and the light of my life, I would like to keep this secret engagement ring at your apartment, perhaps within one of your shoes or something.

Instead, he’d said no, it’s fine. Hia never goes through my drawers.

Except he’d lied, because Win does go through his drawers, but only when Team is an idiot and asks him to get a pair of socks for him because he’s still half asleep and feeling lazy.

“Um,” he hears moments after closing his eyes again in an attempt to get a few seconds more rest while he has Win distracted. He decides not to open his eyes, even though he already knows that his cover has been blown. He’s only had that ring for a few days, how has he already fucked this up? He still has three weeks of planning to put in before their anniversary!

Maybe it’s a dream.

“Team.” Win says, “Why do you have a ring box in your sock drawer?”

Team needs to think. He has approximately seven seconds before his entire plan implodes and all of the time and thought he’s put into this stupid proposal becomes useless. He has a boat! He has plans!! He has a whole - thing! With flowers and a speech that Manaow helped him write - currently being edited down by Pharm for time - about - all of that romantic shit that Win secretly loves and that Team couldn’t care less about except for how happy it makes Win.

“It’s Pharm’s.” He says and then, “Hia, my socks,” in the whiniest voice he can manage. You’d think a year out of school and into a career would mean less whining but Team isn’t afraid to break it out when he needs to.

“Pharm has a ring box in your sock drawer?”

Team still doesn’t open his eyes. If he looks at Win, the whole half-formed plan is blown. Win can tell when something is up with barely a glance at Team most of the time. He sniffs trouble out like some sort of water dog. Do otters have a good sense of smell? No, Win is more of a dolphin than anything. Friendly at a glance, might even be friendly up close, but the next thing you know he’s stabbed you to death for fun. Do dolphins have a good sense of smell? Team should know this, probably, but his brain is blank with panic.

“Was he supposed to keep it in his sock drawer? Like some sort of no-hindsight idiot? What if Dean had stumbled all over it when he was getting his boyfriend socks?”

“Pharm’s proposing!? I thought he was waiting until the restaurant took off.”

“My toes, hia.” Team finally opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling. He lifts one bare foot, wiggles his toes aggressively, “I’m so cold. I’m going to lose them, hia. Will you still be here when I can’t walk anymore because all of my toes have fallen off?”

“Your toes are not going to fall off, Team.” Win says after a brief pause and then Team hears the drawer close with a soft thump and Win comes back into view with a roll of socks and no ring box.

“You didn’t open it, did you?” Team can’t help but ask, a little anxious. If Win’s opened that box then the whole thing is blown; first of all, Win’s fingers are smaller than Dean’s. Second, it’s not a regular sort of engagement ring, no diamonds or delicate metals. It’s thick and dark, and there’s thin strands of silver etching their full first names around the band, with a blue stone set in place of a diamond. It’s nothing heinously gaudy or expensive because neither of them has ever cared about that sort of thing, but Team had spent months slowly constructing exactly what he wanted in his head and then making Dean use family connections to find him someone who would do it right.

“No, I didn’t open Pharm’s ring box.” Win says with an eyeroll, but he looks happy. Happy is always a good look on Win, but this is especially nice. He’s sort of glowing, almost. “Dean’s gonna be happy.”

Team stares at him, but Win’s focused on unrolling the socks and shoving Team’s feet into them even though Team is being a brat about it and half-heartedly kicking at him, so Team gets to be a creep for as long as he wants. He can’t help tracing Win’s features, the curve of his nose and the wide smile, the squinty eyes as Win laughs and finally pins Team down long enough to get one sock on.

“I hope so.” Team says, and doesn’t entirely mean that he hopes Dean is the one that will be happy when that ring finally makes an appearance.

He makes Win’s life difficult and evades his questions about the ring until it’s time for him to leave for the office, which he does after puckering his lips enthusiastically for a kiss Team pretends he is reluctant to give. Team watches from the window as he gets into his car and drives off, and then he dives back to the bed to grab his phone and call Pharm.

“Hello?” Pharm answers on the second ring, sounding cheerful and awake as he ever is at seven in the morning on a Monday. Mondays are Team’s worst days, and he hates them. Garfield had the right idea, Mondays are awful. He wouldn’t have been nearly discovered if it weren’t a Monday.

“Hia found the ring and I told him it was your ring so now he thinks you’re hiding a ring from P’Dean to propose to him.”

There’s a short pause and then, “Your names are written on it?”

“He didn’t see the ring ring, he saw the box,” Team explains impatiently, though he isn’t sure exactly what he’s impatient about. Pharm can’t go back in time and demand that Team let him keep the ring, any more than he can go back in time and stop Team from demanding Win put on his socks for him.

“I see.”

“What am I supposed to do?” He flops onto the bed, face in the pillows, and lets out a loud yell. “I’m so stupid!” “You’re not stupid, Team.” Pharm says loyally, like the loyal little liar he is. Manaow would tell it to Team straight, which is why Team called Pharm first. That and to let him know he had to start acting weird and sneaky around Win from now until their anniversary in a little under a month. “Besides, this isn’t so bad. Now you have a cover story so if P’Win notices you acting weird you can just say you’re helping me out!”

“That’s true.” Team turns over and stretches out his free arm and legs, staring up at the ceiling again. He should have hidden the box up there, somehow. The ceiling has never done him wrong.

“We’ll make it work, Team! Don’t worry! It’s just three weeks, right? We can keep it together for three weeks, right? Fighting, Team!”

“Right.” Team says uncertainly, and sits up to start getting ready for his own job.

It turns out that between he and Pharm and Manaow (and Dean and Del and Pruk and, somehow, Alex), they are able to keep it together for three weeks. It’s the hardest three weeks of Team’s life, and he’s including the last three weeks of Win’s graduate school, when every day had stretched for centuries as the time came ever close to Win finally coming home (to him). He’s pretending to plan an entirely different proposal than he is actually planning, and every moment is a moment that could have blown the whole thing with how nosy Win is to know more about his best friend’s supposed future engagement. He even drops by Pharm’s restaurant a few times, just to chat it up and fish for details that Pharm laughs and pretends he has but won’t give away in case they somehow get back to Dean.

It’s hard, and stupid, and if Team had just listened to Pharm than it would have...probably been just as hard, but at least he wouldn’t have some sort of cover story to keep up.

But then the night comes, and there is a boat. There are flowers and a three minute speech that had been cut down for time by Pharm and Team only gets through about a minute of it before his eyes get hot and his throat clogs up so he just tosses his sweaty, bent up index cards to the side and drops to both knees instead of just the one because his legs actually managed to give out under the weight of his nerves. There’s a ring box and it’s open this time, and then there are a lot of tears and laughter and if Team thought Win looked happy when he thought the ring belonged to Dean, then he’s nearly incandescent now.

“I should have known. Pharm would never leave a ring here.” Win says into his hair that night, while Team is staring up at his best, dearest friend the ceiling, still seeing stars.

“Shut up.” Team says, quite happily, and reaches down so he can hold Win’s hand and feel the ring on his finger, body-warm. Win holds his hand back, just as tight.

#until we meet again #winteam #mine #tags: winteam week 2020 | day 3: caught | team and the very bad no good monday-driven decision to make his boyfriend put his socks on #wc: 1.5k #ao3 link on first line

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unpopular-bishop · 4 years

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hanahaki disease

Team tastes the petals, sometimes. They’re soft on his tongue, bitter between his teeth, but the worst thing about them is the look on Win’s face every time he realizes they’ve made an appearance while he’s making out with Team. Win’s not very expressive, not really, not about what he’s actually feeling, but Team can always see the hurt clearly before Win masks it with an apology and leaving to go cough up his flowers in private.

Sometimes Team has to spit the petals into his palm after Win has disappeared into the bathroom and he looks down at the crushed, damp white, feels the silk-smoothness between his fingers, and gets so angry that he accidentally crushes them in his hand.

He doesn’t understand, more than anything. Why Win’s coughing up flowers, why Win’s having sex with Team when he’s coughing up flowers, why he always comes out of the bathroom after throwing up a field’s worth of petals with a big smile and an offhanded sorry like it’s no big deal, like Team doesn’t have the taste of Win’s unrequited love for someone else in his mouth, on his tongue. He doesn’t understand why he just pulls Win back down and kisses him all over again, chasing the taste from between them until it’s just Win again.

He doesn’t understand, but he wants to - help. He wants to make sure Win doesn’t have to make that pained face when he’s with Team, he wants Win to feel happy when they’re together, even if Team doesn’t really understand why he feels like that or how exactly he wants to go about doing that. Win seems happy when they kiss though, and when they go places together. He seems happy when Team lets him play with his fingers under the table and when Team whines and wheedles his way into an extra bag of Lays after practice.

Win seems happy, smiling and laughing and looking at Team with soft eyes that always make Team feel weirdly warm and chilly at the same time - but then he’ll suddenly be choking on petals or trying to discretely use a napkin or tissue to get rid of a handful here and there. Team hates it. Part of Team wants to hunt down whoever planted the flowers in Win’s lungs and just beat them up until they figure out how to fix it. The rest of him doesn’t want that, because it would mean that they return Win’s feelings and then Win would - well. Win wouldn’t be making out with Team anymore, if he had the person who planted those flowers, to say the last. There wouldn’t be any more coffee or well-rested nights, no more cuddling after amazing sex or Christmas lights, no more forbidden pool kisses after practice when even Dean has left, no more surprise Lays bags in his locker or quiet knocking at two in the morning when one of them wants to sleep with another body in the bed.

But there wouldn’t be any more petals, either. No more painful coughing or bitter petals between Team’s teeth. No more fear that Win may one day be overcome if he lets the Hanahaki keep going, that it may overtake his vocal cords and steal his voice, or worse.

Team thinks if the person who planted the flowers were in front of him, he’d punch them - or yell, if it were a girl, at least. He can’t bring himself to hunt them down, but if they were in front of him, if he figured out who it was, then he’d definitely say something. Win is a good person; maybe the best person Team has ever met, definitely the best Team has ever kissed, touched, liked as much as he does. He deserves to be loved back, no matter who it is. Team thinks whoever it is is an idiot.

By the time Team realizes that he’s the idiot, and the coward, and the one who planted the flowers, and the one who is still somehow too scared to say anything, he’s come to like the taste of the petals as much as he hates it.

“Sorry.” Win waves away Team’s hovering hands, “Fuck, sorry -”

“Shut up, shut up, stop trying to talk,” Team whacks him roughly on the back, reaching down for one of the water bottles he’s always leaving on the ground around his bed even while Win is scattering petals on the sheets. Team shoves the water bottle into a limp hand and Win downs the entire thing in seconds, a pained grimace pulling at the corners of his eyes and mouth.

“Ow.” Win allows himself to say when the water is gone and he’s been able to breathe without coughs wracking his whole diaphragm for a full minute. Team knows it must have hurt just listening to it, but Win actually admitting to the discomfort is scary. Team has seen Win so sick he can barely speak and still refusing to admit to a sore throat.

Team is suddenly angry - at Win, at himself. This is stupid. This is so stupid. Win is hurting and Team’s been too scared for weeks now to tell him, to stop the petals. He doesn’t know what he’s scared of, not exactly, but it’s a bone-deep terror that fills him every time he thinks about opening his mouth and uprooting the flowers. Part of him thinks that if he just holds off, the petals will stop on their own. Win will realize that he doesn’t actually feel what he thinks he feels and the petals will go away. Team won’t have to say a thing. Another part of him is angry at Win. How could he think - how could he kiss Team and not just - just know? How can he think that there’s any reason at all for petals to be working their way out of his lungs when he feels the way Team’s heart skips beats when their fingers touch.

“Drink more water.” He says huffily and shoves two more half full bottles into Win’s hand. Win does it without argument and it just makes Team angrier. He stands up, shimmies his sweatpants on, and goes to the little fridge in his room to find some actually cold water and maybe some yogurt to soothe Win’s throat. Or maybe to throw in his stupid, handsome face. Both? Can he do both?

“Team.” Win says from the bed and Team stands up and shuts the fridge with more force than necessary. He’s pretty sure a couple other bottles fall inside, but he’ll worry about that when he isn’t feeling so - agitated.

“Don’t talk.” He grabs a plastic spoon and returns to the bed, shoving the yogurt into his hands, “Eat.”

“Team -”

“Eat, hia.” Team interrupts firmly and Win sighs and opens the yogurt mulishly. While he slowly swallows the yogurt, Team tidies up the sheets, brushing the petals off the bed. He hesitates to remember where he last put his broom, which is when Win strikes. Strikes may be a harsh word for it, because Win only reaches out and wraps careful, gentle fingers around Team’s wrist to pull him back down, but it feels like a blow to Team.

“Sit with me.” Win says in that quiet, almost-whisper that never fails to trip Team up. Even at his worst, Team can’t resist when Win uses that voice. So he sits and doesn’t let Win hold his wrist, but he does bump their shoulders together once before he puts a few inches of space between them. He sits silently and watches Win eat his yogurt and then drink the cold water slowly, like he’s trying to hold it in his throat to appease the soreness. Team has never had Hanahaki, luckily, but he knows it isn’t pleasant.

When he’s done, Win collapses back to the bed and rolls over until he can rest his face on Team’s leg. He throws a thigh over Team’s ankles, curls his body up enough to use Team’s thigh as a comfortable pillow and snuggles in with a quiet hum.

“Pet my hair, baby,” Win whines, “I don’t feel well. You have to take care of me.”

“It’s your own fault.” Team mutters, “Idiot.”

But he runs his fingers through Win’s hair, feels the strands and wonders how soft they’d be without all the bleach and chlorine. He just huffs again when Win buries his face in Team’s lap and breathes in and out deeply for a solid two minutes. Instead of complaining, he sorts Win’s hair carefully, observing how long his dark roots have gotten and then letting the thought drift away.

“It’s okay.” Win says eventually, that whisper-soft voice again.

Team doesn’t answer. He sniffles, instead, because his eyes have been burning since Win actually relaxed his weight into Team’s lap and he thinks he may lose the battle soon.

“Really.” Win pats his knee subs soothing circles into the muscle of his calf, “Don’t be upset, okay? It’s nobody’s fault.”

“It’s your fault.” Team tries to snap, but it comes out all uneven and whiney. He shoves a hand across his eyes to wipe away any traces of tears and returns his fingers to Win’s hair with purpose. He doesn’t know what the purpose is yet, but he has it in the way he parts Win’s hair and then ruffles it and parts it again in a new way. Win is totally lax in his lap, body long and golden and bare and beautiful. Team likes his tattoos.

Team likes Win.

“It’s my fault.” Win agrees with a smile Team doesn’t need to see to know is sad because he can hear it.

Team curls down to press his nose to Win’s hair, can smell the shampoo he used earlier on top of his own scent. He likes Win’s scent. He likes Win. He likes Win. He likes Win. He thinks Win can feel the damp spots where Team cries into his hair like a freak.

“Don’t they hurt?”

“No.”

“You’re lying to me, hia.”

“I guess they hurt. I don’t mind.”

“I wish they’d stop.” Team - doesn’t know which way he means that. If he wishes they’d stop on their own or if he would just say something to stop them.

“I don’t.” Win shrugs big and exaggerated and then snuggles into Team’s leg again. He reaches one hand out to bury into Team’s hair and scrub through it gently, ruffling his hair enough that Team knows it’s going to be sticking up in every direction. “I don’t mind them.”

“What if they steal your voice?”

“Then Dean will finally have to fill his own awkward silences and that will lead to some character development.”

“This isn’t a joke, hia! You could get really h-hurt and it’s - it’s my fault!”

Win goes quiet again for a long time and Team snuffles and swallows and is just - deeply unattractive because he isn’t a pretty crier the whole time. When Win turns his head so he can see Team with one mostly-closed eye, Team can finally see the little smile on his face. He looks happy. He doesn’t look like he’s in pain at all, even though Team still remembers the red at the corners of his mouth earlier, and there are pink-stained petals on the ground just out of sight.

“This is not your fault, Team.” Win brushes a thumb across his cheek, just under his eye, and Team leans in without meaning to. “You didn’t do anything to cause this.”

“Can’t you stop?” Team tries not to sound like he’s begging because he has his pride (too much of it).

“I really don’t think so, baby.” Win smiles wider, wipes another tear but misses a close second. It lands on his own cheek and Team is thumbing it away before he realizes he’s moved. Win’s skin is so soft. Team likes it. He likes Win.

“You’re such a -” Team starts, and then has to stop so he can lean down and kiss Win instead. Fool, perfect person, blind person. Why can’t Win just know? Why does Team have to find the courage to say it when Win should be able to taste how unnecessary those petals are on his lips?

Win tastes like yogurt. He opens up easily under Team and Team barely manages to not swallow him whole, if only because the angle is weird and uncomfortable.

“Team.” Win says between kisses, sounding strangled, but Team just kisses him quiet again.

“Just listen, hia,” Team does beg this time, “Try to understand, okay? Because I can’t - but I want - just try.”

And then he kisses him again, sliding his hands out of Win’s hair to cup his face and hold him. He tries to convey his confusion, his fear, his happiness, how much he likes Win, but worries that all he’s done is somehow managed to only convey horniness. Win kisses him back, makes soft, low sounds every time Team’s tongue meets his. He clutches at Team’s hair and his calf, leaning up to make it easier for Team to reach.

When Team gives up and sits back up to look at Win’s face, Win looks dazed, on his back now and both eyes blown wide and unfocused.

“Wow.” Win says, barely audible.

“Did you understand?” Team strokes a finger across Win’s eyebrow, finds a little mark that shows where a piercing may have once been. He’s known about it for months by this point, but he still likes to find it and imagine what Win looked like when it was still in use.

“Um.” Win blinks rapidly, until his eyes are more focused again and he’s looking at Team properly. He looks like he’s been smacked unexpectedly but in a good way, still, though, except where his brows have drawn together. “I…”

“If you understand, then stop with the stupid petals.” Team clears his throat, “They aren’t - that isn’t - oh, damn it.” he stops, trying to gather himself again. His stomach is rolling with anxiety, but he needs Win to understand, to hear, to know, even if he can’t say it yet.

Win smiles - small, and then slowly bigger until it curls his cheeks and squints his pretty eyes, until Team can’t do anything else but smile back helplessly in the face of it.

“I understand.”

“Good.” Team says quickly and then forcibly turns Win’s head back to the side and holds his face in place under the guise of going back to parting his hair, “Stop looking at me now.”

“Okay.” Win says instead of teasing him, even though the single word is plenty enough to make Team’s hackles rise on an ordinary day. He doesn’t fight against Team’s hold. Instead, he curls back onto his side and Team feels his face relax as he closes his eyes again. The smile stays, big and happy. Team’s expecting some sort of smugness later - but, for now, it’s just pure and giddy and infectious. Team can’t stop smiling either.

He continues to part Win’s hair slowly.

When they wake up, Win coughs up a whole flower, roots and all. When Team touches it, it blossoms big and wide, white petals curling toward him like he’s the sun. Win keeps smiling and, yes, there’s that smug edge Team’s been expecting the whole time. He can’t find it in himself to mind.

#until we meed again #winteam #mine #tags: winteam week 2020 | day 2: hanahaki disease | team won't speak and win can't hear #wc: 2.5 #ao3 link on first line

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celebrity au

Athletic fandoms are a special sort of experience. Having his own favorite athletes, Team has been involved in a debate or two in his time, has watched fan videos and even stumbled upon a few fics here and there, but he’d never been particularly involved with or interested in the personal and private lives of his favorite athletes growing up. He knew some of them were married with kids and some of them weren’t, and some had been in trouble for bad behavior or substance abuse here and there, but that was about it.

He and Win had never really talked about how to handle their relationship in terms of the public eye, or whatever. Team just...worked his way up from college, training and practicing and placing at meets until, one day, suddenly, he was in a hotel room about to compete for gold at the Olympics. Between graduating and that hotel room, he’d picked up a few fans. Some sports enthusiasts, some friends, a few others. He’d done a couple interviews about his swimming, about how it felt to represent Thailand or his trainers. And then he’d placed, brought home gold, and suddenly he had...a few fans more than before. At least a handful.

Still, they’d never really...talked about it. Win was proud of him and went to every competition that he could go to, even if he couldn’t actually go to the Olympics with Team, but he also was always sure to give Team space. This was Team’s thing, and the resort business was Win’s, and they’d meet in the middle and mingle and share but it was important to them both that they were allowed independence that some couples (Dean and Pharm) weren’t interested in maintaining. Team appreciated that, but it turns out that sometimes the willingness to give each other space in their own things leads to being caught off guard.

Like now.

And the interview had started so well.

“So, P’Team,” his interviewer, a nice young woman named Soul, smiles through the screen and Team forces a smile back. He hates interviews, hates interviews, and he’d rather be anywhere but in front of another Zoom call. But his publicist said he needed to do this and Win had promised more Lays after it was over if he kept it together long enough to continue convincing the world he liked anything outside of swimming and eating. At least Soul has been gentle with him; she’s mostly just been asking about his history and that’s familiar. He’s had his answers to “What made you want to swim” and “Why did you decide to be a swimmer” down pat since he first started to compete seriously. It’s all anyone wants to know, usually, alongside some inspirational bullshit that Pharm helped him word a few years ago. Soul is working for a magazine doing a short online feature on him but it isn’t insanely long. This should wrap up soon.

“Can you tell us a little more about your life outside of swimming? You’re always so focused in interviews, so honestly we are a little bit curious about it.”

“Outside of swimming?” Team lets himself lean back in his chair, lets himself think about what he wants to share here. “I like to eat.”

Soul laughs, “Actually, you’ve made no secret of that! I think we all remember you getting out of the pool at your last meet and your manager waiting with a bag of take-out.”

“I really like to eat.” Team shrugs. “Uh, really, there isn’t much outside of swimming. I train and then go eat and then sleep and wake up and do the same thing. Sometimes I play video games.”

He lifts a hand to brush his hair out of his face nervously and then notices Soul’s eyes zero in on his fingers.

“Oh, P’Team! Is that a new ring?”

Team looks at his hand, at the ring she’s mentioned and can’t help the smile that fights its way back to his face. “Yeah. Hia and I just got engaged.”

Soul’s eyes go wide. “Hia?”

“Hia Win,” he says to clarify, in case she’s confused about some other hia.

She blinks, and then he blinks, and the silence lasts for a few seconds before Win ducks his head into the office where Team has set up for the interview, hair still pulled up from being in the ktichen. “Sorry, did you need me? I heard my name?”

Team turns around so he can see Win for real and not just on his screen and shakes his head, “No, N’Soul just asked about my ring.”

“Oh. Okay, sorry to interrupt!” Win smiles really big, the smile he’s been shooting around a lot lately since the engagement and disappears again. When Team turns back around, Soul is muted and talking to someone off screen with a message in chat saying ‘I’m sorry! Just a second, my producer is here!’

Team waits patiently, playing with his ring, watching Soul speak off-screen with an increasingly mulish expression that eventually clears back into the bright smile she’s been wearing most of the interview.

When she unmutes, she is still smiling. “Sorry, P’Team! We just needed to have a quick meeting. Congratulations on your engagement! We’ll cut that out, so please don’t worry at all about it.”

“Cut it out?” Team’s lips twist, “Why? Should I not talk about it?”

“It’s just,” Soul pauses, “You’ve never mentioned your partner before. I don’t want to out you if you were just answering my question and not interested in going public with the knowledge. My producer and I agreed to cut the question so please don’t worry about it!”

“That’s -” Team starts to say not true, and then stops because...oh.

Has he ever talked about Win? In an interview?

“That wasn’t on...purpose.” He finally says, “I’m fine being out or whatever. We are fine being out.” But actually, is he? “Wait. Can you give me a minute? Like five?”

“Of course,” Soul says but Team has already muted and turned back to the door.

“Hia! Hia, there’s a problem!”

“Did you set something on fire?” Win bumps through the door, probably thinking the interview is over because he’s got a tray of chicken still balanced between two mitted hands. “Oh. Team, you’re camera is still on.”

“So apparently I’ve never mentioned you before in an interview?” Team rolls right over Win’s words, brain already fried just trying to understand how he’s been competing for years now and has somehow forgotten to mention his boyfriend-cum-fiance? He’s thanked Win in a few interviews, he’s absolutely positive he has. But told people that Win wasn’t just - someone, but that he is someone to Team?

“Oh.” Win blinks, “I thought you were just keeping it under wraps.”

“Keeping what under wraps?” Team frowns harder, feeling irritated for some reason, “N’Soul said that too. Why would I want to be quiet about this?”

“I don’t know!” Win looks between Team and the chicken, surely starting to feel the heat through the mitts, “Being out in a competitive field is hard, I guess! I just thought you didn’t want that kind of lime light!”

“And you were okay with that? Me treating you like some sort of secret?”

“You aren’t treating me like a secret, Team.” Win scoffs, sounding unbearably fond, “But you’re a private person. It isn’t like we hide it when we go out or anything, you just don’t talk about us when people bring your personal life up. That’s fine with me, baby.”

“It isn’t fine with me!” Team stands up and starts ushering Win out of the room so they can have this conversation off camera and without chicken burning Win’s hands.

“Okay.” Win nods once the chicken is down and they’re standing in the kitchen, “So you...want to come out?”

“I thought I was out!”

“Got it,” Win puts his hands up in defeat, still mitted. “So you want to come out about me, then?”

Team resists the urge to yell I thought I was again, and just nods stiffly.

It’s making his stomach roll, the thought that Win has just been silently thinking Team wasn’t ready, wasn’t willing, didn’t think he was worth the fight to be open about. What the fuck. What the fuck.

Win smiles again, and it isn’t the big bright one that is so common now, but a smaller one. It’s soft and vulnerable. Something Team hasn’t seen in quite a while but which he recognizes immediately as the sort of smile he wants to keep locked up safe in his chest where no one can touch it but he and Win.

“Are you out at work about me?” Team asks, twisting his ring around his finger slowly.

“Of course.” Win assures him, taking the mitts off and setting them on the counter before pulls Team’s hands into his own, “But I work in an office that my family owns, in a job that I know I won’t lose, with people that I know can’t do shit to me or my career, baby. You’re a public figure and have a lot more to risk than I do. It’s okay if you want to wait until you’re done competing, or if you want to keep quiet for however long. I know you love me, I’m not upset or hurt.”

“Well, I am!” Team snaps, even while he grips Win’s hands tight and yanks him closer to hug, “I don’t care if people get pissy about it! You’re my fiance. I’m going to marry you! I don’t care about what some idiots say online or in the crowd or whatever!”

“You could lose sponsors, Team.” Win says patiently and Team can’t help but wrinkle up his nose.

“I don’t want homophobic sponsors, hia.”

Win barks a laugh and drapes his arms around Team’s shoulders, curling his elbows up so he’s cradling Team’s head. When he leans forward, it’s to rest their foreheads together. Team can’t help but look at him. Years now, and he’s still so handsome. Team would hate it except that he loves it so much. Loves how Win looks and walks and acts, even. Loves that Win is wearing his ring, and is going to put his name next to his on paperwork that binds them together.

“If this is what you want,” Win nudges their noses together, light and airy, “Of course I want the public to know that we belong together.”

“You’re sure?” Team has to check, just to be sure, and only really feels the tension leave him when Win nods again. He squeezes Win’s hips, plants a firm kiss on his lips, and then escapes the embrace to go back to the office. He has an engagement to announce and he imagines that he’s gonna have to call his publicist after this. The chicken is probably gonna be cold by the time he actually gets to it.

He twists the ring around his finger again as he sits down in front of Soul, who’s looking a little unsure now.

“Sorry, nong, I just needed to talk to my fiance. Don’t cut that question, please. He isn’t a secret. We aren’t a secret, I mean.”

She smiles, big and bright, and Team smiles back.

#until we meet again #winteam #mine #tags: winteam week 2020 | day 6: celebrity au | team really did think he had already done this (whoops)#wc: 1.8k #ao3 link on first line

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