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katybaby00 · 3 months

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Sweet fairy part:02

König x fairy!reader A/N: i’ve been working this weekend and have done nothing but think about some fics i wanna write and who i wanna write for. i hope you enjoy✨ credits: @cafekitsune for their wonderful dividers. please go check them out. warnings: mild violence, blood, angst...

Before I can make out who is intruding on my meadow I'm shot down in a net, the wire and rope stinging my skin as it makes contact. König is watching as I fly up to check our surroundings, noticing the shift in in the air. He hears branches snap and the sound of the net being launched in my direction and he takes off after the unknown people lurking at the edge of the meadow. The soldier in him going into overdrive at a potential threat.

König is sprinting to the edge of the meadow and as he gets closer he can hear a man shouting orders at his team members to "Gather the fairy! We'll be getting paid tonight boys!" Fairy bodies, hair, everything on a fairy is valuable, and to the highest bidder? Nothing is off the table. A live fairy? worth millions. König knows this and it tears an angry and primal growl from his chest as he reaches the men.

He unleashes on the group of men. König comes into view of the men and twirls the knife expertly in his hands. "Tell me who is paying you, maybe I will let you live." His accent heavy and chest heaving. He takes a small step towards them and they all reach for their weapons, but König is faster. He takes 2 of the men down with knives, slicing ones jugular and twisting his neck like an owl. He grabs the other of the two and slams him on the ground, slicing his femoral artery. Leaving him screaming and slowly loosing consciousness.

Furious that they could harm something so delicate and beautiful when all you do is take care of things. His blood pumps and boils as he plunges his knife into the leader of the groups ribcage and twists, his body falls to the ground like a rag doll. The other man can only watch, as König turns to him his body radiates anger. "Now, abschaum, who has paid you to capture my fairy?"

What I wasn't prepared for was the shear weight of the rope and wire against my tiny body. I feel as thought I weigh a thousand pounds at 4 inches tall. I struggle against the net as it singes and burns my skin every time I do. I try to move once more to try and free myself, no use. I am laying on my side trying not to move, everything hurts.

König is panting heavily as he slices the mans throat after he gives him the information he asked for. He is instantly pulled from his almost blackout rage, "Y/n." he whispers and turns away from the bodies and looks for you in the meadow. "Y/n!" He yells. No response. "Nein bitte, Y/n!?" König shouts.

I hear König ever so faintly, the buzzing of the electricity in the wires and the burning of my own skin drowning his calls for me out. "König!" I manage to scream. "I'm here! Please!" I use all the strength I can and shout for him, hoping he hears me. König runs over to where he hears me, close to where he had been sitting before. He bends down to me and as he cups his hands around my entangled body he's shocked from the wires. He winces softly and cuts them free from my body. "Oh meine süße Fee, are you alright?" He gently rests his thumb on my back and sits me up as thoughtfully as he can, not wanting to risk injuring you further.

His eyes scan my small form and they land on my wings, his face etched with concern. "Your wings..." König helps me to sit up further and inspect my wings. I look over my shoulder at the almost translucent and burned wings, or what's left of them, from the electric wires. I look down at his palm and shut my eyes tight, a tear rolling down my face and onto his palm. "A fairy is nothing without their wings." I say softly, remembering the words of the fae king. If you are to ever loose your wings, don't come back.

König looks down at me softly. "Oh Schatz, please do not cry." He gently lifts my chin with his finger. "You are still meine süße Fee, Ja?" He looks at me through his sniper hood and tilts his head awaiting my answer. "Yes, but a fairies power is held in their wings, I have no wings." I cry softly as I look up at him. I hold onto his finger and sob softly. I feel like a huge hole has been pierced through my chest.

I lean against his finger and hug it tight and cry. König sits by the tree he had earlier and gets comfortable, letting me go through the emotions of loosing my wings. His chest puffs ever so slightly, his protective instincts kicking in. "What if... I kept you?" König says this hesitantly knowing fairies are very wary of humans, especially being asked to be kept by one. I slowly look up at him, my body going slightly rigid and heart rate increasing. He notices this and continues. "Not like a pet or a prize to show off, to help you, take care of you, things of that nature." he says softly. I relax as he explains himself, a relief washes over me and I slump against his finger contentedly.

I smile and nod up at him. "Yes König. I would appreciate that very much." The corners of his eyes wrinkle underneath his sniper hood and he stands from his spot up against the tree and slowly heads back to the KorTac base. Fairy in hand, and a newfound protectiveness blooming in his chest.

#call of duty #könig x fairy!reader #könig x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty mw2 #könig call of duty #könig #longer than expected

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unforgivenn · 1 month

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WOLLEMI DAY 8- TOOK A TUMBLE

CW: Pet whump, young whumpee, coercion, trauma, minor character death, self blaming, manipulation, regret, failed escape attempt, future punishment mention, captivity, psychological distress hehe, false hope

Caleb's heart pounded with adrenaline as he sprinted through the darkened streets, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Somewhat relieved that he had a chance from getting out of Dominic's clutches as he ran towards what he hoped was actual freedom. He tried keeping his mind on positive things. Like how he had totally not drugged his owner and killed one of his guards. Even though it was in self defense. That's what he tried telling himself again and again. Trying not to pass out by seeing the man's blood on his hands.

He felt guilty. How could he do something so.. so selfish? Maybe the man had a wife at home. Hell, maybe even children! The picture of his dead body entered his mind again and he felt like vomiting out all the nauseousness in his stomach. His breath hitched trying to find anyone, anyone that could help him before Dominic's men or god forbid, Dominic himself caught him.

He continued running trying to get out the thoughts about the man out of his head. H-He shouldn't feel guilty. The man had caught Caleb mid escape and tried taking him back to Dominic. In turn, Caleb panicked and threw the thing nearest to him at his head. A vase. A fucking vase. At this point, he probably deserved to get punished by Dominic. Maybe he could just go back. Maybe they didn't notice he was gone yet.

No no. Fuck. That's stupid. They're probably on my tails right now. Lost in his thoughts, he looked ahead. The neon glow of the Police station beckoned like a like a beacon of hope in the night, promising safety and sanctuary from the horrors he had endured. He let out a small cry in happiness, tears fully streaming down his cheeks as he ran towards it.

Caleb burst through the doors of the station, relief flooded through him like a tidal wave. He stumbled forward. Surely they would see the desperation in his eyes and offer him protection from his tormentor.

"P-Please" Caleb pleaded, his voice hoarse and dry. "Y-You have to help me- He's going to kill me- I-"

The officers exchanged glances, their faces etched with sympathy as they guided Caleb to the sitting area shushing him when he mumbled incohorently.

"Take a seat, son." The officer's voice a soothing balm against Caleb's frayed nerves. "We'll do everything we can to help you. Just take a deep breath and tell us what happened."

Caleb's hands trembled as he recounted the horrors he had endured at the hands of Dominic, his words tumbling out in a rush of fear and desperation. Failing, to put all his thoughts in words. "H-He- I-" He stumbled over his words.

The officer sighed putting a calming hand on his back. "Calm down. You're going to be alright. You can tell us what happened later alright?" Caleb gave a small nod holding his head between his hands before he suddenly looked up at the officer.

"I- I killed a-a man. I'm murderer.." His breath hitched, the officer just simply shook his head.

"Try breathing. In and out. You're not a murderer son. I believe that was simply because of the situation that you were forced to." Caleb felt somewhat relieved at his words, maybe.. no he would definately be okay now. Dominic can't hurt him here.

After only a few minutes, the door to the station creaked open making Caleb's head snap towards the source of the sound.

"Oh kitty.. Looks like you've got yourself in quite the predicament." Dominic's voice dripped with both amusement and disappointment.

Caleb's breath caught in his throat, failing to form words. He took a step back until his back hit at one of the officer's chest. "P-Please h-he- Y-You have to help me-" The color drained from his face as they greeted Dominic with smiles, pushing Caleb towards him.

"No!! No please! H-He'll hurt me! No!" Caleb was thrown towards Dominic who just held him as if he was nothing but a mere ragdoll. Caleb's heart sank like a stone as he choked on a sob—Dominic's influence extended even into the hallowed halls of law enforcement.

Caleb couldn't do anything but sob. So he did that. He sobbed as Dominic dragged him back to the car. As the guards threw him in the basement. As Dominic came towards him to punish him for causing him trouble. Because he knew that he could never get away from him. In that moment, the hope drained from his eyes, leaving behind only the resignation to his fate. The plan definately took a tumble.

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tirsynni · 1 year

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Okay. I’ve written about people’s takes on age before. Usually in the form of rants. Now I’m seeing some things pop up regarding the characters’ ages and their appearance in the upcoming RE animated movie and I’m flailing a bit. Too tired to do it too energetically, but I hope everyone knows that the thought is there.

If I have the timeline right, the characters in the new Death Island (someone just told me the correct name) should be in their late 30s to early/mid 40s. Now, we all know that Capcom is weird with ages. They like to make characters unrealistically young for the amount of experience/rank/education they have. They do that fucking ageist shit with women where they always look young and beautiful and perky, and btw, here’s some unnecessary skin shots. (Do some fucking skin shots with Leon, you cowards.) Thus, frustrated fan responses are to be expected.

Except some of these fan responses are just... wtf, people??? I’m cool with “Let characters look their age,” but then they get specific with how they think the characters should look. “Give them wrinkles! Give them grey hair! Give them things that don’t actually match their ages!”

How old do people think that age range is? People are considered young adult until they hit thirty-five years old. Thirty-five. 35. 3. 5. After that? Adult. You’re still going through puberty until you hit 25. At 35? At the bridge between young adult and adult. You still have years to go before you hit retirement age. I promise.

This reminds me too much of that bullshit online where people get on adults (especially women) when they reach a certain age and they’re still online. Like, once you reach a certain age, you’re no longer allowed to have fun. You are no longer allowed to interact with people below that line without being considered a predator. You’re supposed to follow this normative (typically heteronormative, ironically enough) pattern of being married with kids and only dealing with “adult, boring” things. “Wait, you’re how old? Get offline, you weirdo, and do your taxes or something.”

It feels like people want to deny to the death that they’re influenced by societal ageism. They have unrealistic, often creepy expectations of how people are supposed to look and act when they hit a number which usually has a creepy parallel with Conservative purist beliefs. They get angry when they hear about the ageism in Hollywood and then say the same things but just with different wording. Isn’t that funny? How you have two, supposedly opposing sides with the same exact nasty opinion? It’s all in the language and wording. Each side has a different dictionary, and as long as they use the words appropriate for their individual sides, it doesn’t matter if the message is the same.”Ugh. You’re a woman and you’re how old and still writing fanfiction? Shouldn’t you be taking care of your kids?”

A popular argument is that these people are traumatized and of course that would age them. That further enrages me. Can trauma have a physical impact like that? Yes. But there seems to be this popular concept that trauma must have a visible impact. I’ve seen over and over again that finally Leon looks as traumatized as he actually is in the RE4 Remake. Trauma has to have a physical appearance: otherwise, is that person truly traumatized?

That’s not how it works. That’s not how it works at all. I’ve written a fic myself where Leon experiences heavy trauma and it leads to premature greying, but that was for individual fic purposes and I hope people recognize the difference, how one fic or one instance doesn’t make something automatic or universal. People can go through horrific trauma without a physical mark to show for it. No scarring, no premature wrinkles. Their hair won’t magically turn white overnight. Fuck, some people go through trauma without PTSD or lifelong issues. It is based on their history, their genetics, their role in the traumatic action, level of support, what happened before/during/after, etc. Not everyone goes through trauma and welp! Immediate PTSD and triggers and nightmares and grey hair and weeping fits. (And no, for fuck’s sake, this isn’t an insult to anyone who went through trauma and now deal with these issues: the point is that trauma and trauma response is individualized and needs to be recognized as so.)

There are an insane amount of real stories where someone commits suicide and everyone comments that they never saw it coming, that there was no indication prior. The person seemed so happy! They were always friendly! Hell, maybe they were even the group comedian! If you look at warning signs for suicide, sometimes visible depression is one of them but it is usually far more subtle things.

Trauma hits people differently, with different responses, different signs. Two people can go through the same exact thing and one comes out with PTSD and the other not. One person has nightmares and the other doesn’t. One has nightmares but no triggers, no PTSD. One can’t stand certain smells or sounds anymore but sleeps reasonably well and has a good life.

People have this thing where, if your trauma isn’t visible, if you aren’t acting appropriately, it didn’t happen or it wasn’t that bad. Raped women are often told that surely it couldn’t have been rape: they weren’t acting traumatized. One airplane crash survivor was scorned and called heartless for not being in hysterics when she was just in shock and oblivious to the fact that she was the only survivor. If you don’t show your trauma in certain ways, people dismiss you or insult you. To be accepted, you have to act traumatized. It has to show like the blood is still painting your skin. You have to have dark circles under your eyes. You must always, always visibly carry your pain and grief.

It’s exhausting to see this everywhere, but it’s even more frustrating to have supposedly “woke” people parroting these lines: if you are above a certain age you are old and you better look it; if you really went through trauma it had better show.

Fuck, too much time in the sun and too much smoking will age your skin more than trauma will. Yes, I want them to make the women look like they can legally drink, and when the time comes, I would love to see these characters with grey in their hair and wrinkles. In their 30s/early-to-mid!40s? Probably not going to see too much unless you have the genetic disposition for it.

Sincerely, someone who is in the same age range as these characters and who is sick and tired of hearing comments about her young appearance.

#resident evil #rant #ageism #purity culture #because that's what it is #tw: rape mention #you don't experience trauma #and then have it appear on your skin #a tattoo for every tragedy #you don't it a certain age #and immediately pop wrinkles #wtf people #long post #longer than expected

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lured-into-wonderland · 5 months

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All right, I am here. There are some errands to run today, but I also plan to do some serious writing today. But first I guess it's time for my second coffee and some breakfast.

#[ ooc ]#got up around five #but then had a nap #longer than expected #also #i feel like cooking #so perhaps apple pancakes for breakfast...?

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sorryicantquitequeeryou · 1 year

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Thinking about how the talk between Lars and Sadie went when he got back to earth...

Lars: Hey... can we talk? Sadie: Yeah... *They go somewhere private*

Lars: It looks like you've been having fun, since I've been gone. *Sadie looking at the floor* Sadie: ... Lars: I'm not mad, I just miss- Sadie: Well I am! Lars: What? Sadie: I'm mad. You were gone: poof! Out of my life! Do you know how hard that was for me? You were off having some magical adventure and I was so worried. *Sadie meets eyes with Lars* Sadie: I didn't know when you were coming back. IF you were coming back! Lars: Well, it wasn't exactly a fun time for me either. In case you haven't noticed: I'm PINK. This is not some fashion statement, it's because I DIED. I've been on the run while on an alien planet so far from here that I couldn't comprehend it if I didn't fly back to earth from it myself. *Sadie's eyes turn glossy as she stares at Lars* Sadie: You-You died? *Lars looks away* Lars: Yeah, I guess. One moment I'm protecting some gems from laser-shooting drones and the next I'm waking up with Steven crying over my face. Sadie: He... brought you back to life? Lars: Yeah. I think so. Sadie: What does this mean? Are you okay now? Lars: My heart still beats, just very, very slowly. Which means I am aging... just very, very slowly. Sadie: You won't have a normal lifespan? Lars: I don't think so, no. *Lars looks back to Sadie* Sadie: You won't grow older? You'll stay a teenager as I become an adult? You-! *Sadie starts getting worked up* Sadie: You'll leave. *Sadie's eyes widen and her breath calms* Lars: Yeah, probably.

#longer than expected #steven universe #lars x sadie #steven universe future #su lars #su sadie #sadie killer #su fanart #su future #captain lars #I had to do a little art #lars of the stars would be such a good spin off show

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mixedinterpretations · 4 months

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MORTAL

✨ send MORTAL for a scene from my muse’s past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them ✨

tw // blood, death, mentions of torture

The voices on the other side of the door sound more hectic than before, and it's scaring Gus.

He's been scared a lot in these past two days. The storage room he and Graham are trapped in smells. Of blood, of sweat, of death. Maybe dead mice. Rats. Something else. Gus doesn't know. He doesn't know anything any more.

Gus looks at his better half through a bruised up eye. He tastes blood every time he swallows, and there's a harsh pain in his nose for every breath in. Graham looks worse.

And he can't hear the voices beyond the door.

Gus wonders if it's worth scaring him, when Graham's tall body is slumped against a grimy wall, his head leaned into some old boxes, in and out of consciousness. He's taken the brunt of it all. Taller, more intimidating - more fun to bring down a level. And Gus has had to watch it all.

He pushes a foot out. Taps his bloodied boot against his partner's to rouse him, finally.

Graham blinks awake slow. Out of it. A look of confusion on his face, as Gus pulls his own tied hands forward to sign as best he can.

'Loud voices.' He finally signs. 'I love you.'

The look on Graham's face... heartbreaking. Gus doesn't need to see what he signs before his eyes fill with tears. He has a terrible, terrible feeling.

And Graham's face shows he knows already that something is happening. The larger man shuffles, shifts. Stiff and sore from 2 days in this hellhole. A place they know they won't escape. Hands shift to sign:

'I love you, fuckhead.'

#askanswered #longer than expected #but pHew #tw blood #tw death

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ksbbb · 2 years

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wiping away someone’s tears-thiam

Fic Drabble : prompt

A roar pierces through the night, shaking Liam from his sleep, and causing him to stumble out of bed. He quickly looks around at his surroundings. It’s quiet, and other than the piercing roar that woke him, nothing seems to be out of place.

He lays back down, wondering if he was dreaming, until the roar pierces the night again, and he jolts up quickly, almost tripping down the steps. He pulls his phone out, glancing for any texts, but the last text is a snarky response from Theo. Nothing recent to alert him of any abnormalities or trouble.

Theo.

He almost freezes before opening the front door as he realizes the roar he’s hearing is one he should be familiar one. A roar he’s heard 1000 times over and will continue to hear if Theo stays in Beacon Hills. It’s not his usual angry roar though. It’s almost anxiety ridden, or more terrified than anything else. He’s not sure what’s worse, Theo being terrified enough to roar, to sound like that, or Liam being crazy enough to run after the noise.

He makes it out of the house and down the road in record time, and he barely has time to register that calling Deaton at this hour might disturb him, but Liam can’t focus on anything other than the roar he heard a few minutes ago. It’s causing his own anxiety to amplify at not knowing what’s going on.

“Liam.” A tried voice greets him after a what seems like an eternity.

“Deaton. I heard Theo roaring. Where is he staying? He’s still near that place near you, right?” Liam asks, not even bothering to keep his voice level or calm. There isn’t any time to think about how he’s coming off to Deaton.

“He didn’t take it. I’m not sure where he’s staying now. He said it was too expensive right now. Last I knew he was out in the preserve. He said he had to watch for hunters. I saw him before I left the clinic and he was firm on staying the night to make sure no one else shows up. Or takes us by surprise. “ Deaton sighs.

“You didn’t feel the need to tell me?” Liam questions, still running down the road and thankful for the years of lacrosse and werewolf strength to be able to move as quickly as possible.

“Not really. Theo said you knew.” Deaton sighs, sounding more tired than before, and Liam feels a surge of annoyance at Theo. His need for keeping things from him and not bothering to even mention any plans he has. He’s probably dead somewhere now because of his stubbornness. The thought of Theo being dead creates a new fear inside him. One that’s freezes the blood in his veins, and has him barely able to speak.

An ache pierces throughout his entire body that shakes him to his core, and he bites back a growl from the intense emotion that hits him. He disconnects from Deaton, barely acknowledging if he said goodbye or thank you, and only noticing that he’s reached the preserve.

He makes his way through the preserve and finds Theo’s truck parked in it. Liam keeps his eyes out for any hunters, but sees no one, and he wastes no time in reaching Theo’s truck. He yanks open the door of the truck to find Theo sleeping. Wait… sleeping?

Theo is laid across the backseat, with a blanket and pillow. Even though he is asleep, his body is tossing and turning, while his claws dig into the cushion beside him. Liam debates on waking him up or not, but his anxiety rises again when Theo clutches his chest and growls.

“Theo…wake up…every werewolf in Beacon Hills can hear you.” Liam shakes Theo, careful to remain back a bit in case the chimera wakes up and loses control. This doesn’t seem like a regular nightmare and the uptick in Theo’s heart rate tells him the chimera is under distress. It in turn distresses Liam and he has to take deep breaths to keep himself from shifting.

Theo shoots up, eyes gold, and fangs out, while Liam holds his hands up to signal he comes in peace, and watches for some recognition from him. Theo turns toward him and blankly stares, his eyes widening for a moment, and Liam takes his chances. He slides into the truck and sits beside Theo, watching as he slowly starts to relax again, and his fangs retract.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Theo sharply asks, anger lacing his voice, and Liam growls in response as he becomes even more concerned at whatever the hell Theo is doing out here.

“I heard you roaring. I thought you were dying and apparently you could have been, since you’re off scouting for hunters without notifying anyone….” Liam’s voice fades off as he notices the wetness around Theo’s eyes.

“Are you…” Liam leans towards Theo, trying to figure out what’s going on, but Theo shoves him away, almost pushing him back out of the truck, and shutting him out. Again.

“It’s just a dream. Sorry I woke you from your beauty sleep.” Theo sneers, tensing his shoulders, and attempting to dismiss Liam.

“That seems like a bad dream. Do you normally roar from your nightmares?” Liam waits, knowing Theo might not be quick to answer something like that. He needs to tread carefully, or at least try to. Theo isn’t someone to talk about what’s going on with him, or why he’s sleeping in the middle of the preserve in the first place. He will deal with that issue later though.

“Sometimes.” Theo mutters, frowning as Liam moves closer, careful not to get too close, but close enough to emphasize he’s not going anywhere. He’s here to stay whether Theo likes it or not.

“Maybe we should talk about why that is.” Liam whispers, gently touching his hand to Theo’s face, and brushing away a tear on his cheek.

“Maybe.” Theo finally says, watching as Liam wipes away a few more tears and settles into the back seat. He pulls at the blanket and places it over them both.

Maybe this time Theo will actually talk to him. It’s a start at least.

#answered #waterloou #thiam drabbles #drabble prompt list #should I have posted this? Fkfkfkf #longer than expected #hope you liked it #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #angsty #soft sort of #soft liam dunbar

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my-shields-are-down · 2 years

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Lionel Richie Power Hour

Angela hasn’t laughed this hard in forever.

The gang is hanging out at their place as usual this Saturday night with the baby monitor just out of reach. They are playing games from their childhood and Tim or Lucy has won them all. Thumbs - Lucy, Spoons - Tim, Spit - Tim, Twister - Lucy (she plays dirty), Suck and Blow - Tim, and Farkle - Lucy.

Wesley calls it a draw, but neither Tim nor Lucy accept that. The group sends the pair upstairs to check on Jack while they pick the tiebreaker game. 5 sets of grins and winks and laughs instantly agree with Nyla’s suggestion.

Upstairs, Tim is telling Jack he’s going to beat Lucy at whatever tiebreaker they come up with. - yes, he is. Jack laughs and Lucy rolls her eyes.

Nyla calls them back downstairs and tells them the last game to determine Game Night Champion - Seven Minutes in Heaven . She starts explaining the rules, talking over Tim and Lucy’s protests and dumbfounded expressions.

1) they must both get into the front hall closet. All the extra stuff (shoes, vacuum, sporting equipment, half the coats, any sharp objects, etc) have been removed from the closet.

2) No phones or watches or any time keeping devices are allowed in the room;

3) the lights will be off;

4) Each of them will have a special knock; so, if either of them gets uncomfortable, they can use it as an alert to get out, or even ask for more time.

5) when the 7 minutes are up, Nyla will let them out and Tim and Lucy will decide who won.

Nyla also says - if you choose NOT to participate, the other person wins. She gives them one minute to decide what to do.

LUCY: [Holy crap - what just happened?! Ok I can either sit here and analyze this crazy situation and not get in the closet, and let Tim win, or I can just go get in the closet. I can’t win unless I am in the closet. ].

Lucy looks at Nyla, then looks at Tim - are his cheeks pink? - he cannot meet her eyes. She smirks, walks over to Tim and says “Easiest. Decision. Ever” while running her hand down his side and then walks over and steps in the closet.

TIM: [I am going to kill Angela. She says my reasons for keeping Lucy firmly in the friend zone are lazy and stupid. Maybe she’s right, maybe not. I can’t let Lucy win, but if I go in that closet - Fuck. I want to go in the closet. (Just then Lucy comes over and her touch sets off a live wire response through his body). He has no idea what she said, but he vows to wipe that smirk off her face. ]

Nyla is looking at him expectantly and says “15 seconds Tim, you’re either in or you’re out.” Everyone else is holding their breath. “I’m in,” he grumbles, and steps into the closet.

He has to hunch down, as he’s taller than the shelf. Lucy of course, can stand up just fine and stands there grinning at him. They both turn to Nyla who holds her hands to collect their phones and watches. She gives them each their “special knock” and reminds them if they use it they lose the game. She checks with Lucy one last time -as this could really trigger her after the buried alive situation - but Lucy shakes her head, and says she’ll be fine. Nyla nods, turns off the light, and shuts the door. Start time is 9:17pm.

As Nyla turns from the door, the group jumps up and starts cheering and clapping and whistling. While they are hooting and hollering, Wesley goes upstairs, grabs Jack and his baby monitor video camera which is placed outside the door to see who comes out first. Then they join the rest of the group outside.

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Tim knows he’s in trouble the instant the closet door closes. He can’t stand up all the way, and he can touch both far sides of the closet without moving. His body won’t hold his current hunched over position long. He contemplates sitting on the floor, but thinks that doesn’t sound comfortable at all. So, he’s going to make this as uncomfortable for Lucy as it is for him. He says excuse me and leans forward so he’s supported by the opposing wall after pushing the coats behind him. He’s got one arm on either side of her - boxing her in basically. She’s got some room, but not much. Especially when he scissors his legs on the outside edge of closet. Left foot in front and right foot farther back. Ok yes, I can be in this position for 7 minutes. Whew. Only problem is Lucy is right there. Less than an arm’s length away - her scent has filled up the closet and he can feel her vibrating right next to him.

For her part Lucy is stunned that he got in the closet and now she’s basically surrounded by Tim. Before he can ask, she tells him she’s fine and not triggered at all. Not in a Caleb way for sure, but sweet Jesus in a Tim way. She is so turned on being this close to him. She can feel his breath as it reaches her cheeks. She’s so frustrated that nothing serious came from that “UC prep” kiss. She’s in love with him and wants him badly - she knows this and is done with his nonsense. Plus she wants to win, so why not use this closeness to satisfy her Tim cravings and win in the process?

“I have a suggestion”, she says. “What if for the next two minutes, I do whatever I want to, with, or for you and then, you can do whatever you want after that for the remaining time? We may never have a chance like this again to be close like this, alone. And I have something I want to say. How does that sound?”

Tim wonders what she has to say - she talks to him about everything non-stop- and in this position, his body is braced so he thinks he can handle her touching him. And then he can do what He wants for the remainder of the time?! She’s going to regret that. “OK SURE”. And then silence. He knows she’s there, he can hear her breathing. She reaches out her hands and runs into his chest - “oof, ok, there you are.”

LUCY: She found him in the dark and stepped closer to him. She loved feeling his muscles quiver under her hands. It’s now or never she thinks. “What I am about to tell you is not a prank, false alarm or a gotcha. This is me showing you my heart and telling you straight up what I feel and what I want. My feelings will not change when we are out in the world. I have wanted to say this since Tamara interrupted us.” She steps closer still and realizes that he is level with her - she starts by reaching under and around his biceps and then runs her hands up his chest to end with her fingers caressing his face - while she sings:

I've been alone with you inside my mind, And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times

I sometimes see you pass outside my door….. Hello, is it me you're looking for?

I can see it in your eyes, I can see it in your smile, You're all I've ever wanted and my arms are open wide

'Cause you know just what to say, and you know just what to do, And I want to tell you so much, I love you

TIM: thank god it’s dark. WHAT IS GOING ON?! Holy crap Lucy is touching me - and whoa - she wants to say something? Focus Tim. This is important. Not a prank? Oh shit. He murmurs - “you know you can tell me anything.”

He feels her grab on to his biceps and slide her hands up the sides of his torso and, sweet Jesus she’s singing one of his favorite songs TO HIM. He knows the words by heart since he wore out the record when he wanted to drown out his parents fighting. How is it possible that she loves me? This is not a drill - this is not a drill.

Before she can start the second verse, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her. When they break apart, he says “my turn” and starts singing back to her:

Lady- I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you

You have made me what I am, and I am yours…

My love, There's so many ways I want to say I love you

Let me hold you in my arms forever more…

You have gone and made me such a fool, And I'm so lost in your love

And oh, we belong together, Won't you believe in my song?

He then says, with tears running down his face, “I am so in love with you Lucy - you are all I have ever wanted - and I want you forever. This is also not a prank - and we will figure out how to do this in the real world because I am not losing you. “ he kisses her tenderly and then with more passion.

If he’s not careful he’ll make love to her here right now - in Angela’s closet. Er.. that’s not good. We’d never live that down. He puts Lucy down, and she opens the door to darkness. The whole house is quiet.

Their phones are on the entry hall table with a note saying “CONGRATULATIONS! It’s about fucking time! (We all went to bed hours ago, please set the alarm when you leave).

Angela’s hand written note at the bottom says, “you could’ve just been silent. You know that, right?”

#chenford #i love them #tim x lucy #chenford fanfic #longer than expected #farkle is a dice game #lionel richie #love songs from the 1980s

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