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kettl-ecorn · 2 years

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! part two !

! part three !

a/n: finally, reader, we meet at last. this is my first bit of writing in a while, i started this intending for it to be a one shot but this will def end up having parts, if that's okay with you. ;)

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afab!reader

warnings: 18+ only, MDNI. rickxreader, dom!rick, smut, masturbation (f), degradation, dumbification (kinda), voyuer!rick (kinda), weed is mentioned

it was supposed to be a quick errand when he ran into you, interrupting an evening alone to yourself. it had been a year since you had your one night stand with Rick, and although you couldn't stop thinking about it, you didn't think you'd ever see him again. but here he is, standing in your bedroom like nothing ever happened.

you didn't know, however, that this isn't your Rick. but that didn't matter.

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Rick was actually kind of glad that morty didn’t come this time. come on, you really need me for this? this- dumb like, errand? he had said, squinting at his grandfather’s figure in the dark of his room, it’s the middle of the night, rick- i, i have a test tomorrow. Rick, pissed off just enough to mumble a whatever before portaling out, ended up going alone, because he didn’t need morty. didn’t need anyone, he would repeat to himself alone in his garage, over and over and over.

morty was right, however, about the excursion. it was a dumb errand. just a quick jump to a different universe- a universe with a Rick just careless enough to leave something valuable in the open. well, not the open, it was quite hidden- but after weeks of looking, rick finally obtained the coordinates.

it should have been an easy trip- there hasn’t been.. activity in this universe for about a year or so, which usually means its Rick had abandoned it, setting a fire and not giving enough of a shit to watch it burn.

but a world on fire isn’t what he walked into, it was your apartment.

he only needed a few seconds to adjust, having walked out of one home straight into another. he noticed the couch, the various blankets thrown throughout, the plush carpet underneath him. the beige walls covered in paintings, photos- he saw the bowl, smoked through to ash, on your coffee table. a huge difference to what he was expecting- some heavy guarded room or cave filled with traps, something predictable.

the portal closed and there was a silence, a heavy silence. the lamps around the room giving off a warm light were a nice compliment to the cold breeze from outside- one of your front windows is open. the welcoming atmosphere wouldn’t bother him as much if he didn’t know where he was, where he was supposed to look,

who was here.

but Rick doesn't have time to ponder as he checks his wrist, verifying the quiet beeping indicating that his treasure is close. a slight turn of a switch on his watch lights the room, turning into a grid highlighted by blue light. he turns in circles trying to find it, and then he spotted the small shape of the crystal, glowing green. there you are.

he followed the walls, striding through the small hallways until stopping before your room, his wrist’s impatient chirping growing louder. the door was cracked, he just had to push it open, had to grab this stupid little fucking crystal and go.

a small sound stopped him. a small, soft sound, muffled but audible. rick wasn’t stupid, he knew someone could and most likely would be here, most likely expecting him. he thought of a possible ambush before bringing his hands up against the door.

“uuhhh”

that he heard. still so soft but loud and clear to Rick. he moves dangerously close to the door, looking through the small sliver of view he could get.

you were a beautiful sight. eyes glazed over, fighting from rolling back. one of your hands was gripping the sheets, knuckles white. he shifted slightly, finally being able to see your bottom half, and fuck, it was better than he expected.

your legs were spread and bent at the knees and they rocked and twitched with your movements, you had started picking up the pace. your fingers now hungrily circling your clit, making sure to hit your favorite spots over and over again.

you’ve had a hard time getting to sleep lately, the high you get from weed not really cutting it anymore so you’ve now turned to your last result. sometimes you thought about calling someone- anyone, to help get you off in the way you wanted. you’d find yourself scrolling through dating apps for hours, but you just couldn’t, you could never find what you wanted. you wanted him.

you thought about him now, thrusting your hips imagining him there, coaxing you to your orgasm. you remembered the things he said, how he said them

“look how fucking- you’re so fucking wet, i haven’t even touched you. so desperate to cum, huh?”

“you look so pathetic with my cock in your mouth. want- need you to rub that pussy and look at me.”

“if i let you cum i want to hear those pretty noises you got. you hear me? I need to- tell me you fucking heard me,”

you made those pretty noises for him now, head lolled to the side as you moaned, wishing he could hear you, tell you how pathetic you sounded. your eyes are shut tight, not wanting to see anything else but him and you’re getting so close, fingers and hips stuttering as you chase your peak.

Rick watched you as you came undone. your head falling back, mouth in that pretty ‘o’ shape as you moaned. so quiet, Rick wondered if you knew he was there, staying modest and quieting your moans. he thought about going in now, too quick to stop him and diving into your cunt. he imagines how sweet you taste, and feels his cock twitch in his pants.

you’re coming down now. your fingers are slowing and you’re lowering your legs, catching your breath. wanting to stay in the euphoric feeling, you circle your clit again and you’re so sensitive you breathe through your teeth, “riiickkk..” you picture his smirk and his dark eyes as he’d stare down at you, bottoming out and watching you squirm around him. you want more, you slide your fingers down to your seeping hole and bring your wetness up, resuming your assault on your poor clit when-

“you called?”

you jumped, heart leaping to your throat at the sudden voice. you scrambled off the bed, eyes searching for something to cover your bottom half and your eyes fly up to meet with his.

you never thought you'd see him again, but there he was. just standing there, all normal like you didn’t just moan his name. the door was all the way open now, and you don’t know how long he’s been standing there. maybe you passed out at some point after you came, you thought, this is a dream.

Rick eyes you up and down, completely drinking you in. you squirm under his gaze. your throat dries up, you open your mouth to speak and nothing happens. He grins.

“i..- ha, i didn’t mean to scare ya, sweet thing.” his voice is low with arousal yet he tries to be sweet, genuine, “i’m here because i think you have something of mine.” he begins to stalk towards you, slowly, looking at his prey through low-lidded eyes. you can feel your stomach doing flips when you finally find your voice.

“Rick? is that you? really?” air escapes as you hit the wall behind you, trying to back further away. it’s been a year, at least, since you’ve seen him. a year since he fucked you out, leaving you a trembling, drooling mess as he left with a simple “that was fun.”

and the embarrassing thing was, that’s all it was. he had waited for you outside of your job, standing by your car as you came up and it was easy. easy for you to take him up on his offer for drinks, easy for you to bring him home, easy for you to let him fuck you raw. you were obsessed from the beginning, his scent enough to excite you, but when he fucked you it was like the world slowed. it was the best sex of your life and you couldn’t stop fucking thinking about it.

Rick was close now, your eyes level with his chest and you swallow as you look up to meet his eyes. he licks his bottom lip and sighs, not being able to resist looking down at your bare legs, your thighs. “Yes, but not- not the one you’re thinking about, unfortunately.”

“i don’t understand,” you whispered, still reeling from the shock of your intruder and also the waves of heat left over from your orgasm. you feel light headed, you just got up too fast, you think, and you find yourself leaning your palms into the bed, folding over slightly.

he chuckled and you could hear the tint of evil. “yeah, heh-haha, your pretty little brain couldn’t even fucking- wouldn’t understand,” his words sting and you want to stand and face him, but you feel his hand slip through your hair, intertwining his fingers with the nape of your neck. “but that’s okay, you don’t need to.”

he yanks you back, crying out as you follow his hand to ease the resistance against your scalp. he grips your waist with the other hand, pulling you flush and squeezing hard, intending to leave a mark. he puts his mouth to your ear and groans and you struggle against him. “i loved your little show, baby. was that- you did that all for me, huh?”

he knows you weren’t thinking of him, obviously, but he loved this shit- he’s shared partners with other Ricks before, passed them around like a hot commodity, if they’re good. but to find cute, innocent, ignorant ones like you? someone who doesn’t know about the infinites, doesn’t care about a different life other than the one she has. fears of the unknown always remaining fears. it turned him on to no end, and watching you squirm in his arms in response to his words made him groan and dig his face into the side of your neck.

your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you whimper against his hold, the hand in your hair now trailing down to your throat. he wraps his long fingers around it and gives it a squeeze, testing. when you can’t help but moan, he rewards you by tightening his grip, nearly cutting your air off completely. your head feels fuzzy and you squeeze your naked thighs together. you feel him chuckle and mumble, hearing things like poor thing and know what you need

he lets go of your poor hip to check his wrist, his tracker going wild to indicate he’s close, he’s right on top of it. to be honest, he had completely forgotten about his mission after seeing you, all cummed out moaning his name. but it started to click for him, and he harshly swiped your hair away to grab at your ear, quickly folding it over. it was hidden, but he knew where to look. a brand of your dimension number. you were owned. valuable. off limits. he couldn’t hold back his amusement,

this was perfect.

#off limits #rick sanchez x reader #x reader #rick and morty #rick sanchez #smut #rick x reader #dom!rick #afab!reader

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prettygirlmjmjmj · 7 months

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tips on how to sleep better

Sleep is so important, especially for students or people who have busy lives (so everyone basically). The benefits of sleep are so numerous and a good night's sleep really helps you wake up prepared for your morning routine and to accomplish the rest of your day. But, many people struggle with a sleep for a variety of reasons, making it difficult to get a full 7+ hours of sleep a night. Hopefully these tips will help, but if you continue to have difficulty sleeping and are struggling please talk to a doctor!! Difficulty sleeping can be an indicator of underlying mental/physical health issues, please take care of yourself!

making your bed sacred

Are you the kind of person who gets home and throws their stuff all on the bed before cosying up on it to eat or study or watch something? If so, you need to stop doing that. Only using your bed for sleep/bedroom activities will make your brain associate it with sleep and rest, making it easier to switch off and fall asleep. Here are some tips on how to make your bed scared:

Wash and change your bedsheets at least once a week. Clean, fresh smelling bedding will help you relax much faster than dirty, old bedding.

Try spraying your pillows before you put the pillowcases on them with a sleeping spray or lavender scent so that you relax and smell sweet.

Add blankets, pillows or whatever makes you sleep better to your bed. Make it a nice cozy place you want to spend time in to make sleep much easier.

Do not use any devices in your bed (yes this ones hard). Ever. Try to keep your bed associated with sleep and rest. If you can't sleep straight away try reading instead of using blue light before bed!

Do not sit on your bed wearing anything other than what you would to sleep in. Not even casual clothes, sleepwear or nothing. This way you know that your bed is a time for sleep not for anything else.

Try sleeping on a silk pillow case as it's much softer and cooling which could help you to fall asleep faster. It is also is much better for your skin and hair!

making your side table and room sleep-friendly

Sleeping well starts at your bed, but doesn't stop there. Making your room more sleep-friendly can be a big step in improving your overall sleep quality and help you to fall asleep faster! Here are some tips on how to make your entire room and side table (if you have one!) sleep friendly:

Remove everything distracting from your side table. Any devices or things that will distract you, move and put somewhere that is not right next to you. Try to have books, hair ties, a clock, candles etc instead, anything that will help you sleep. I personally also love some crystals nearby.

When it starts getting dark, close your curtains and make your room a little darker by turning of bright lights and putting lamps on instead. I love turning my salt lamp on to give my bedroom a pretty, pink glow!

Keep a glass or bottle of water next to your bed. Instead of having to get up to get a drink, you only have to reach over and grab one, helping you to fall back asleep and cool down faster.

Try to have some sort of shift from your room in the day and night. For example, in my room during the day my windows are often open letting air in and my bed is neatly made, whereas during the night by bed is turned down so I can get in it and my curtains and windows are shut.

Try to keep your room clean and tidy so that you don't have justifications for getting up out of bed.

Try lighting a candle before you go to bed (make sure to blow it out first!) with a comforting scent that helps you to sleep such as vanilla or lavender.

making yourself ready to sleep

None of these tips matter if you don't make sure that you're in a position where you have a good evening routine and are doing everything you can to help yourself sleep better! Taking the time to care for yourself and prioritise you is so important, so here are some tips to help you do just that:

Instead of drinking a caffeinated drink in the evening, try having a more relaxing drink like chamomile or lavender tea, hot milk with lemon and honey, matcha or ice water. This will help you relax faster and make you feel sleepier.

Try doing some yoga or stretches to help loosen your muscles and get you ready for bed.

Have designated bed clothes. Whether that is a pretty set of pyjamas (my personal favourite) or a big top, changing into clothes specially for bed will help you get into a sleepy mindset.

Avoid screens before bed for at least an hour. If you need some kind of added simulation try having a designated calm playlist for bed or read a few chapters of a book.

After you clean your teeth and do any skincare, take a moment to put anything away in your room and make sure everything is ready for the next day and make sure you have not forgotten anything. This will help you fall asleep faster, knowing that you're all ready for the next day.

In the evenings try incorporating a scented product into your bath/shower routine that relaxes you, like lavender oils or jasmine body wash, anything that relaxes you. If you wash in the morning, try using a lip balm or hand cream/body lotion instead!

Thank you for reading and good luck sleeping! All my love, mj.

#glow up era #that girl #glow up #self care #self development #glow up journey #self love #it girl #girl blogger #girlblogging #sleeping beauty #bedtime #rest #sleeping #comfort #sleeping tips #pink pilates princess #pink pilates girl #pink blog

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a-sleepy-raven · 1 year

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amethyst and jasper with reader and leon for the crystal prompts?🥺

Perfect combination of prompts, thank you so much for requesting these, dear anon! Hope you enjoy. <3

Prompts: amethyst (“hey, hey, just breathe. i've got you now, it's okay.”) + jasper ( “just look at me, right here. you're okay, you're safe, i'm right here with you.”)

(established relationship, set sometime between RE2 and RE4, reader is a survivor of Raccoon City)

I swear you will find peace again – Leon Kennedy x gn!reader

Leon wakes up in the middle of the night. It’s not an unusual thing, per se, he’s a pretty light sleeper, and in some nights, even the sound of a passing car is enough to disturb his sleep. But this time, it’s not a car or the gleeful screams and laughter of some teenagers on their way home after getting drunk in the nearby park. No, this time it’s a much softer noise that breaks the silence of your shared bedroom, something he can’t quite identify in this half-awake state, and he sits up, bleary blue eyes scanning the room. The noise seems to come from the other side of the bed – and suddenly, Leon is wide awake.

Even in the darkness, he can make out your form, huddled at the edge of the bed, clutching your pillow to your chest as you press your hand to your mouth to stifle your sobs. Leon’s heart sinks. He knows exactly that there’s only one thing that could have shaken you to the core like that.

The nightmares are back.

Careful not to startle you, Leon quietly says, “(Y/N)? Baby?”

You don’t reply or react in any other way. There’s no indication at all that you heard him – it’s like you’re trapped in your own mind, your own fear. Leon knows that feeling all too well. Even now, years after the incident in Raccoon City, the memories haunt him in his sleep, and every time, it takes him a while to fight his way back to reality after waking up. And although the dreams have gotten rarer over the past few years, he knows that they will never disappear completely – and it’s the same for you. This situation right here is enough proof.

He wishes he could just reach out for you and pull you into his arms to show you that you’re not alone, that he’s right here by your side and that you’re safe – but he doesn’t dare to touch you, not without your consent and not as long as you’re still panicking.

“Sweetheart,” Leon tries again, his voice low and soft, “do you hear me?”

He hears you sniffle, and now that his eyes are slowly getting used to the darkness that surrounds both of you, he can see how you clutch the pillow tighter before you let out a shaky breath and reply, “Yeah.”

A wave of relief washes over him. You’re back. “Okay,” he says, “that’s good.”

“Yeah.” You hesitate for a second. “Can you… turn on the light? Please?”

“Sure thing.” It takes him a moment to find the switch of the bedside table lamp but soon enough, the dim light illuminates your bedroom, banishing the darkness and the memories of that dreadful night that had destroyed so many lives back then.

You take a deep breath, and Leon immediately brings his attention back to you. With puffy, red-rimmed eyes, you look back at him, your lower lip quivering as you try to fight back the tears. “Leon,” you whisper, nothing more, and his heart shatters into a million pieces. You have never sounded so lost. “What can I do, sweetheart?”, he asks, brows furrowed in concern. He hates feeling so helpless and that he can’t protect you from the horrible things your subconsciousness decided to show you tonight.

Instead of answering, you shuffle closer to him and throw your arms around his shoulders before you bury your face in the crook of his neck. Leon pulls you into his lap. “Oh, baby,” he mumbles, softly caressing your back in a comforting manner as you quietly start crying again, “shh. Whatever happened in your dream, it’s not real. It can’t hurt you.”

“I was back there,” you whisper, your voice strained and shaky, “in… in Raccoon City. I – I heard the screams and the roars of the infected and-“ Your breathing gets faster, more irregular, and more tears find their way down your cheeks. “The – the people-“

“Hey, hey, just breathe,” he interrupts you, softly. “I’ve got you now. It’s okay.”

It’s okay, he repeats in his mind and closes his eyes, exhaling deeply. Your words bring back memories he wishes he could finally forget. But no matter how much time passes, how much you both try to, he knows neither of you will ever be able to leave the horrors of Raccoon City behind, as devastating and upsetting as that is. All you can do is try to move on and not dwell on the past too much. Easier said than done, he’s well aware of that, but at least, you don’t have to go through all of this alone.

You let out a shaky breath. “I hate these dreams,” you admit, “they always feel so… real. Like I’m physically back, not just mentally. But when they attack me – I… I can never run. All I can do is wait for them to kill me. I…”

“Baby, hey. Just look at me, right here.” Leon slightly pulls away from your hug, so that you’re forced to raise your head from his shoulder, and cups your face with both hands. “You’re okay,” he says, locking his gaze with yours, “you’re safe. I’m right here with you.”

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then another one to the tip of your nose and finally your lips. “I know these dreams are scary as hell… but I swear you’ll find peace again. One day, everything that happened back then will stop haunting you.”

A barely noticeable smile flashes over your face. Without Leon by your side, you would’ve gone insane after escaping Raccoon City, you’re sure. Even in the darkest nights, he’s a guiding light, leading you back to safety. “I hope you’re right.”

He nuzzles your nose. “Of course I am.”

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider liking, reblogging and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support. 🥰

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil x reader #resident evil fluff #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #resident evil fanfiction

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sangwooooh · 1 year

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The end is here, my dear

"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺."

“There’s no use in hiding now.” M/n turns around, looking at his husband hurting. “There is no use anymore, Bruce. Just say it.”

Bruce can’t comprehend what is happening.

He supposes it is his fault. It’s always him, but… How has it gotten to this? How did they come to this point?

“Say it, damn it!” M/n turns back to his husband with tears glistening in his eyes. His voice is strong, but Bruce recognizes the grief in his partner’s voice. M/n takes hurried steps towards him. They are in their bedroom. The lights are low. Night has fallen too long ago. They aren’t dressed for bed however. Bruce doesn’t think he can prepare for it. M/n falls to his knees in front of the man he sees as his best friend, his partner in crime, the only one. Bruce is sitting on the edge of the bed. He catches M/n’s hands in his. “Please… Please, just do it. Because I can’t anymore…” M/n’s voice is cracked by something close to resignation.

Bruce’s head falls. He looks at their hands held close together and sighs. “What do you want me to say, M/n?”

M/n lets out a weak, humorless laugh, then pulls at his husband’s hands, “Look at me.” Bruce doesn’t look. “Look at me!” Bruce’s head snaps up in delay. There is rage in usually crystal clear eyes. There is pain. There is disbelief.

“I’m sorry—“

“What are you sorry for? What are you sorry for, Bruce? For asking me to stay? For getting me to stay? For marrying me? For giving me the family I could never dream about? Or for taking it all way?” More ironic laughter escapes M/n. “What are you sorry for, darling?” He says the last part through a sob. As if it hurts him to speak it.

Bruce can’t look into his husband’s eyes anymore.

M/n should’ve expected it. Bruce knows he should’ve expected it too. After all, he is Bruce self-destructive self-deprecating self-hating self-flagellating Wayne.

The divorce papers stand pristine on the bedside table. On the ground, the broken, lightless lamp of their life has shouted its last goodnight, in the warm embrace of their tainted shadows.

#bruce wayne #male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman #batfam #batdad #batman x male reader #batman x reader

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danosrosegarden · 8 months

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beautifully/unmistakably - burt fabelman x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day five. prompt: voyeurism. 🎃}

{contains: masturbation (described gender neutrally) and voyeurism.}

☽ It was the kind of bleak, weary ache that seeped into his marrow and soaked up any hidden remaining energy. He could feel the burningly dull pain sizzling in the balls of his feet with every step he took. At least at the end of the tunnel filled with a work day of drearily droopy eyebags and exasperatedly overworked bones, there was you. The glimmering light, the fizzling release. He just wanted to get home and get to you.

☽ The lights were on in the living room, but the air inside the house was laced with a chunky sheet of quiet. Burt peered around the corner into the kitchen. Barren. He stepped into the hallway. Empty. His stomach twitched with a tinge of disappointment; you were probably in the bedroom, eyes already sealed into sleep. He wanted to talk about his day, hear about yours. Oh well. Tomorrow morning before he headed out for work again, maybe.

☽ But no...there's a faint but crystal clear sound leaking out from under the bedroom door. Burt takes a cautious step forward and pushes the door open with a light hand.

☽ There you are: beautifully, unmistakably you, sat with your back turned to him on the unmade bed, pillows strewn about and a comforter coiled in the corner near the bedpost. And there are your noises...beautifully, unmistakably you, dribbling from your mouth, across the floor, staining the carpet all the way to where Burt stood in the doorway.

☽ Your back is turned to him and the lamps sitting on the bedside tables glow dim, but he's not stupid; he can see your hand is moving, and those slick noises popping from the pads of your jerking fingers aren't exactly silent.

☽ He's not offended that you couldn't wait for him to get home, no, not at all. He's a busy fellow, after all, and you had needs. But if you're gonna put on a show, he's not gonna miss it.

☽ He wonders with a palpitating heart and clammy palms if you know he's there, watching, waiting, eyes glazing over with glossy desire.

☽ It's not just a desire for your body...it's one to pull apart the situation and examine its loose pieces. He'd like to put your shivering thighs under a microscope. He'd like to take a magnifying glass to those soft whimpers. The wet, slick slaps of skin intrigued him. The poorly muffled moans were a puzzle to piece together. Everything about watching you was just...fascinating.

☽ There's a tugging, magnetic pull urging him to announce his presence, but he simply reaches out to pull the bedroom door shut again and leave you be. You can have your own control over your pleasure tonight. And truthfully? Stepping back from participating and simply spectating satiated a deep, growling hunger he failed to recognize was even present.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #burt fabelman #the fabelmans #burt fabelman x reader #burt fabelman x you #burt fabelman x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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lvpislvzuli · 1 year

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The Ultimate List of Modern AU Headcanons for the Sully Kids (and Spider)

Kiri

— her favourite colour is green

— wears knit cardigans and floral converse shoes

— had a frozen yogurt phase

— collects rocks and crystals

— presses flowers in notebooks

— paints her toenails ten different colours

— cuts her own hair, DIY bangs

— always has headphones on. listens to Florence and Lana religiously

— has a crush on her childhood best friend and fellow orphan, Miles “Spider” Socorro

— but she is taking that secret to the grave

— visits the botanical gardens on weekends. Spider always goes with her

— eats toast with strawberry jam for breakfast every morning

— makes her own rings, bracelets, and anklets

— hates crowds and will actively avoid them

— not a strict vegetarian but she prefers to not eat meat

— she never takes off Grace’s necklace and always asks Norm for stories about her when he visits

— she also keeps all of Grace’s published books on botany on her bedside table

— has a part time job at the local produce shop

— not sporty but she loves roller skating

— is attempting to teach Lo’ak to roller skate but it’s going poorly

— babysits Tuk for Jake and Neytiri on their date nights

— Tuk insists they do makeovers and Kiri agrees even though she hates wearing makeup

— she is very quiet at school but is the brightest student in her year

— the other kids used to bully her until she and Tsireya became friends, but they still think she is weird

— her favourite subject is art but she wishes there was a botany class

— climate activist

— never posts on social media but she does scroll

— always likes her siblings’ and Spider’s Instagram posts

— retweets Greta Thunberg

— orders a strawberry shake from McDonald’s

— loves anything strawberry flavoured

— still has sleepovers with Spider even though they are probably getting a bit old for that

— loves watching Studio Ghibli movies and her favourite is Princess Mononoke

— can play some piano but cannot sing to save her life

— her bedroom is filled with plants and she hangs wind chimes beside her window

— which just so happens to line up perfectly with Spider’s bedroom window next door

— she’s a morning person and is always the first one awake in the Sully house

— her favorite season is spring

— hates overhead lights and prefers lamps

— binge read the entire Rainbow Magic series in middle school and wished there was a fairy named for her

Lo’ak

— a “YOLO!” kid

— he met Spider when they were seven and nine during the first week of school

— they had both been sent to the principal’s office for disrupting their classes

— it turned out that they lived next door to each other but had never met before

— so he introduced Spider to Kiri and Neteyam, and the rest is history

— picks up casual shifts at Domino’s Pizza

— will tell anyone who orders pineapple on their pizza that there is something wrong with them

— middle child syndrome

— vehemently defends his belief that vanilla is the best flavour

— on the school swim team but is always late for training

— eats cereal out of the box

— his favourite colour is orange

— looks identical to a teenage Jake

— always in detention for talking back to his teachers

— he brought home a stray dog and tried to smuggle it into his bedroom but Neytiri caught him immediately

— convinced his parents to let him keep the dog

— he named him Payakan

— is attempting to read Dune by Frank Herbert but gets distracted whenever he picks it up

— tripped over his own feet the first time he saw Tsireya

— she tutored him for an English exam—the only exam he’s ever gotten an A on

— when he finally asked her out he was shocked that she said yes

— it took him a while to warm to Tsireya’s family who thought he was trouble at first

— his phone is always, mysteriously, at 13% battery

— orders a Big Mac, a large fries, and a vanilla shake from McDonald’s

— plays the drums and is actually good

— formed a band called The Outcasts with Spider and they practice in the garage on Friday nights. Kiri sits and listens to them

— he lives on energy drinks and Doritos

— loves jet skiing and surfing. all water sports

— often tries to sneak out but Tuk always catches him in the act

— bad at making friends but great at making enemies

— posts selfies on Instagram but they’re always blurry

— will accidentally burn his toast but still eat it, plain.

— feels misunderstood by his parents

— “I’m just a kid” by Simple Plan

— secretly admires Neteyam but will never admit it

— on weekends he takes Tsireya shopping at the mall and holds all of her bags

— his favourite movie is The Karate Kid

Tuktirey

— insists that she put the star on top of the tree at Christmas

— loves pink lemonade and bubble gum ice cream

— spends her pocket money on temporary tattoos

— has recently started playing club netball. Neytiri and Jake attend every game

— she will stay up to catch the tooth fairy but always ends up falling asleep

— prefers waffles over pancakes and chocolate syrup instead of maple syrup

— her favourite colour is rainbow

— Lo’ak tells her that rainbow is not a colour

— Tuk tells him that vanilla is not a flavour

— they argue a lot

— she is friends with everyone at her elementary school and always has a birthday party to attend

— but her best friend is Popiti who lives down the street

— she and Jake watch Saturday morning cartoons together

— orders a Happy Meal from McDonald’s

— rides a bike with a basket and handlebar streamers

— always asks Neteyam to read her a bedtime story, but she will wake Kiri up if she has a nightmare

— Neytiri has to find creative ways of sneaking vegetables into her meals

— she is terrified of needles

— Halloween is her favourite holiday and she was once sick from eating too much candy

— she has a pink glitter lamp in her bedroom and her bed is covered in plushies

— Tsireya introduced her to Taylor Swift’s music and now she is obsessed

— writes with glitter pens

— has a pet bunny named Bugs because she is a huge fan of Looney Tunes

— loves spending time with her grandmother who teaches her how to embroider

— wants a unicorn ice cream cake for her eighth birthday party

Neteyam

— has to wear contacts because his eyesight is actually pretty bad

— no one knows where that gene came from

— but he still has excellent hand-eye coordination

— and is a pro at tennis

— straight A student

— all the teachers love him

— is impeccably dressed at all times, except on weekends when he comes downstairs to breakfast in his pyjamas

— loves to read and always carries a paperback with him

— doesn’t like McDonald’s

— once travelled to Vietnam on a school trip and came back “cultured”

— the peacekeeper sibling

— hated sitting at the kids’ table at parties and always wanted to sit with the grownups

— he will discreetly check up on his siblings at school

— Jake takes him fishing on the weekends

— Neytiri likes to brag about how clever and kind he is when he is within earshot, which embarrasses him

— always chosen to be team captain in gym class

— is friendly to everyone he meets and always thinks the best of people, but is ready to throw hands the second someone insults his family

— sticks to a daily routine and feels unsettled whenever it’s disrupted

— very neat. maybe a little OCD

— he was a well behaved child and has never thrown a tantrum

— always tells the truth and can tell when someone is lying

— his favourite colour is purple

— has a pair of glasses for when his contacts bother him but he only wears them at home

— he is naturally smart and doesn’t have to study to get good grades

— had a hardcore photography phase and still uses his camera

— loves eating spicy food, which is one of the few things he has in common with Spider

— always wins at Monopoly

Spider

— prone to rolling off his bed during the night

— lives with the McCosker family next door to the Sullys

— but he might as well live with the Sullys because he spends all of his time with them

— will sneak out of his house through his bedroom window, jump the fence between their houses, and climb through Kiri’s bedroom window while she keeps watch

— he once got a subtle mullet on a dare but he hated it

— was a barefoot kid

— plays the guitar and sings

— (everyone was shocked when they realised Spider could sing really well)

— skateboards

— his favourite colour is blue

— orders chicken nuggets, fries and a Coke from McDonald’s

— doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth

— has a part time job at a local mechanics garage helping to fix cars

— never does homework but still gets decent grades

— doodles on every page of his textbooks

— a Star Wars kid. had lightsaber fights with Kiri and Lo’ak in their backyard

— will wash the dishes for Neytiri whenever he stays for dinner

— is saving up his money to buy a truck

— watched Tarzan on repeat as a young kid and it still shows

— his hair is long and always a mess

— wears sweatpants and owns three shirts

— posts memes on Instagram that no one but Kiri and Lo’ak understand

— he once punched a guy at school for harassing Kiri and was suspended for a week

— his adoptive father grounded him for a month

— “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance

— loves rock climbing. Kiri always tags along to spot for him

— doesn’t like celebrating his birthday, but Kiri always writes him a heartfelt letter which he saves and often rereads

— he can’t sit still for more than five minutes

— and he bounces a knee whenever he is sitting

— there is a faded scar above his eyebrow from the stitches he needed after falling from the monkey bars in middle school

— he once started a food fight in the school cafeteria

— loves roller coasters

— and is a bit of an adrenaline junkie

— would eat nachos at every meal if he could

— picks up interesting rocks he finds that he thinks Kiri will like for her collection

— he once went camping at the beach with the Sullys and it was the best weekend he’s ever had

#neteyam #lo'ak #kiri #spider socorro #tuktirey #avatar the way of water #avatar #headcanon #sully kids #spider x kiri

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AITA for asking my girlfriend to cut back on her messy hobby?

My girlfriend collects rocks and bones. Not crystals or anything. She doesn't think they have any magic powers, they're just normal rocks. She's not into astrology or any witch stuff. She sometimes tells me about the rocks and what type of rock they are and it's usually chert, which seems to just be a type of normal rock.

She's really outdoorsy and she travels a lot for work and when she gets back from a project she has a pocketful of new rocks. The bones are usually deer bones that she finds out in the woods and she doesn't have as many of them. The skulls are cool but also kind of creepy and most of them don't even have antlers or anything impressive like that. Her favorite bones are shoulder blades and those spine bones.

If we go on a hike, she'll sometimes stop randomly because she's found a cool rock (that looks like a normal rock you could find anywhere) and put it in her backpack or pocket. Sometimes she asks me to carry them and I have to put dirty rocks in my pockets.

She keeps them all over the house on tables, but mostly in our bedroom on the dresser and on her desk. She used to keep the skulls and bones on the dresser but put most of them in the closet when I said I was creeped out when I would wake up and see a bunch of dead animal skulls staring at me. But she takes some of them out when she's working at home.

The problem with the rocks is that there are so many of them and it's starting to make the apartment seem cluttered and kind of messy. If anyone came into our room they would just see a bunch of random rocks all over the place. The other day when I was cleaning I put all of them in a nice box so that they were all in one place and she got really mad when she got home. She says she likes looking at them and seeing some remind her of the different trips she's taken (even though they all look the same) and she said that they're beautiful and make her happy. She also likes to pick some of them up and carry them around during the day.

I calmly explained that we were running out of space for her rocks and maybe she could take photos of pretty views she saw to remind her of her trip, and she got really really mad and said that it wasn't the same and I couldn't tell her what to do with her apartment (even though we both live here so it's my apartment too) I tried to get my friend to commiserate, but he said I was being an ass for trying to stop my girlfriend from doing something that makes her happy and that I should be thankful that her hobby doesn't cost any money.

AITA for wanting a clean apartment? I'm not even telling her to get rid of her random rocks and bones, I just want them put away to make the place look nicer.

Edit: You don't all need to keep yelling at me that I'm an asshole. Someone sent me a link to a nice organizing case specifically for rocks that she can keep on her desk. I'm going to get her one of those as an apology gift and see if she wants to put some in a shadowbox.

Comment #1 from OP:

She’s an archaeologist

Comment #2 from OP, in answer to how many rocks and what size:

Maybe like 50 total? All different sizes but mostly only an inch or two across. She’s got about four big ones the size of my fist and those are the ones she puts in the living room by the lamp to “decorate”

It feels silly to spend money on a display case for normal rocks, but I’ll ask her.

They’re mostly on her own personal desk which is her space, but I still have to see them all the time and it’s a mess.

#reddit

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Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 6

Alistair x Female Reader, Jack Russell x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

This Chapter: Having no choice but to go along with Alistair, you let him take you underground to prove his devotion to you.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Mature Content, Kidnapping, Coercion, Dubious Consent, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Undressing, Spanking, petting, Vaginal Fingering, Female Orgasm, Finger Sucking, Jealousy, Victorian Furniture and Tchaikovsky’s “Swan Lake”

Word Count: 3k+

Notes: Revised Completley!

Tags: @skittle479 @bullet-prooflove @jessicafangirl @avatarofseshat @sadndnboii-reads @bluemoonperegrine

Read the rest of the story HERE!

Alistair’s hand squeezes tightly onto yours as you both descend the floors beneath the abandoned pizzeria you didn’t even know were there. A watered down version of Swan Lake’s ‘Moderato’ plays from the aged speakers as your stomach does flips each time he looks at you, despite doing its best to keep down the wine and cheese you just consumed mere moments before. That smirk on his lips brings you back to the first time you met, his thumb grazing the inside of your wrist reminding you that this situation could turn out in your favor if all else fails. If Jack doesn’t show up like he promised and Alistair has his way with you, then those endless eyes could be staring back at you for all of eternity.

Where the hell is Jack, anyways? Didn’t he say he was going to get help? How long was that supposed to take?

A high-pitched ding signals your imminent arrival to his desired floor, startling you with a jolt of your shoulders as the metal box slows to a halt. The doors slide silently open as the music continues, revealing a long hallway with centuries old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers dimly lighting the way to a large red door at the very end.

“I just can’t wait for you to see the surprise I have for you.” He tugs on your hand before stepping across the threshold, pulling you out of the world above and into the world below. Into the very belly of the beast. Each step he takes echoes loudly against the ancient walls, almost an exact replica of the house you visited him in before, only without the haunting portraits and landscapes to stare you down.

Half a dozen blackened doorways on either side of you take their place however, seeming to stretch upward in length as you cautiously try to match his stride. His grip on your hand only tightens as you blink repeatedly, trying to make sense of the stretching hallway until he deftly slows his pace. Curling his wrist inward, he reigns you in before deciding to stop in front of the last door on the right.

Taking a key out of his jacket pocket, he slides it into the aged brass doorknob and turns it with delicate ease. He pushes it open to reveal a large bedroom furnished with expensive Victorian furniture, a warm fire popping in the opposite wall behind a wrought iron cage. It warms your face as you enter the doorway, noticing a queen bed tucked in the right corner, four posts made of solid dark walnut draped with emerald green velvet as he leads you into the middle of the space.

The classical music begins to soften as you follow him into the room, fading away until you can no longer hear it at all. The sound of the crackling fire soon takes over, soothing you enough to run your hands over the thick, heavy comforter that lays across the luxurious bed. Your fingertips trace their way up the blanket to the matching sets of pillows embroidered with your initials, etched with golden silk tassels dangling at the corners. A dark bedside table holds a small electric lamp, matching the wood on the rounded corners of a crushed velvet settee sitting near the fire.

“What do you think?” He asks, watching you take inventory of every outfit he’d bought for you in the wardrobe next to the setee.

“It’s beautiful,” you admit, the warmth of the fire and the smell of the wood all but intoxicating you as you take in the extraordinary details of the bedroom. You can’t believe it: it’s as if he’s seen every page you’ve ever collected from your mother’s old Home and Gardens magazine and matched them exactly. No one’s ever done that before, ever taken so much care and effort to give you everything… anything you’ve ever wanted without having to ask or make it seem like a chore.

“I know how much you love that shade of green.” He stands in the middle of the room as you gingerly circle around him, smirking as your expression gives away your enraptured state of mind.

“I do.” You spot a dress of the same color hanging on the vanity as you nearly make it all the way back to the door. Its silk fabric seems to practically drip down from the hanger over the darkened wood of the mirror that shows only your reflection, the vibrant waves cascading over the table and down onto the floor. “Is that dress for me?”

“It’s all for you,” he steps behind you and whispers into your ear, his scent of oak and cinnamon slowly emanating into your nostrils. “Every bit of it.”

You can’t help but hold your breath as he gets closer to you, his hand holding onto your hip as you both stare at the lavish ball gown in stoic silence. Is this supposed to be the last dress you ever wear now that he’s made sure you’ve eaten your last meal? The dress that he bites you in, drains you in? The dress that you die in? Your final burial shroud? All of the sudden, your semi-flippant attitude toward his plans for you begins to crumble, the gravity of your situation now settling into your stomach in a weighty sense of impending doom. You start to wonder when you last called your parents or told them that you loved them, knowing full well that it’s far too late for any of that now.

“Wh… what’s behind the other doors that we passed in the hallway? More rooms like this?” You turn your head to face him, your nose barely brushing against his chin.

Were there other women just like you behind those doors? Each of them locked away into their own beautiful rooms just to be preyed upon at his leisure? If so, how many of them were there? How long had they been there? How many times has he fed on them? Would he ever let them go? Would he ever let you go now that you’re down here?

“Now, now,” he tsks. “You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to.” He wraps his hand around the back of your neck before pressing his fingertips into the base of your hairline, massaging your scalp all the way up to your crown. “Why don’t you forget all about that and step out of this ragged little number for me?”

He presses his thumb and forefinger behind your ears, forcing your eyes to flutter shut and your mouth to fall open as that warm, blissful feeling rushes down your spine. He takes the opportunity to snake his fingers down your neck to swiftly remove your bandage before tossing it aside, temporarily washing your worries away with his actions. He takes his time pulling your hooded sweatshirt up above your head and off; the heat from the fire warming the bare skin on your torso as you allow him to continue disrobing you. His chilly palms carefully brush their way back down your arms and breasts, tying a familiar knot into your stomach before they graze their way down to your hips.

“Your beauty never ceases to amaze me,” he kisses his praise into your shoulder as he starts taking your pants off, delicately sliding them down your legs until you step out of them entirely. “Aphrodite herself would be jealous.”

You try to think of something to say, something to match his level of adoration as he stands up and curls his fingers beneath your jaw, but can come up with nothing. Instead you just nod in hushed understanding, acknowledging his tainted compliment as he stares at you through his frigid grip on your face.

“Before you put that on, though, why don’t you let me show you how well I really know you.” He lets go of your chin and shrugs out of his jacket, folding it onto the back of the chair near the vanity. He loosens his tie with a smirk and makes his way over to the bed, pulling the silk garment through the loop of his collar as he finally sits down on the mattress.

Jesus Christ, this escalated quickly. How the hell did you end up HERE like THIS? How the hell did he get you naked again so fucking fast?

“Come here,” he orders, slowly patting his thigh as he summons you with blackened eyes.

Oh, that’s how.

“Yeah,” you huff, taking a few timid steps forward. “Okay.” You pad your way across the hardwood floor until you end up climbing onto the bed next to him, cautiously straddling his legs as his hands glide over your bare body, effortlessly pulling you into him.

“I know you better than he does, better than he ever could.” He gently turns you on to your side, guiding you over his lap so that his hands smooth lovingly over your head and hair once you settle into him. “I know every inch of your body, every hair on your head…” He tucks a strand of it behind your ear, tracing the outline of its shell before following the curvature of your spine down to your lower back with his fingertips. He grazes his palm up and down your back, increasing his pressure on your muscles every time, forcing the fine hair along its path to stand on end. “I know every expression on your beautiful face, and every nuanced tone in your voice.”

“Yeah?” Is all you can think to say as he continues caressing your back, almost as if you were a sort of pet curled up in his lap after a long day.

“Does this feel familiar, darling? He asks, grabbing onto one of your cheeks and pulling it up toward him to get a better view of what he’s after.

You nod as his chilly hand tightens its grip on you, forcing you to inhale quickly as you feel him grow beneath your belly.

“What was that?” He begs for clarity, his lips pressed against your scalp as his breath warms your skin.

“Yes,” you whisper as your nipples harden against the mattress, everything about your past with him becoming crystal clear as the moisture begins to grow between your legs.

“Good.” He kisses your hair and lets your muscle bounce back into place. “It sounds like you almost forgot your words there for a moment.” He wastes no time in sliding his fingers in between your cheeks, dipping them down low enough to glide across your folds as they suddenly become slick with your inevitable arousal.

“Yes,” you moan, the pads of his fingers brushing over your clit with each torturous pass, your body keeping the score as it instinctively responds to his extensive carnal knowledge. “I mean no, I mean ohhhh my God.”

“Only I know what you really like.” He pulls his hand away before bringing it back down with a loud and sudden smack, a sharp twinge jolting your body forward. “What you need.”

A stifled yelp leaves your lips as the pain shoots its way up your spine, the brief pause quickly interrupted by another hard smack, this time to the opposite cheek. You hear him chuckle before his hand comes crashing down onto the other, repeating this relentless pattern one right after the other, hit after hit as it nearly sends you leaping forward off his lap entirely. He manages to keep you still with a hand on your throat, his nose nestled into the base of your neck as your moans morph into guttural groans. Tears well up in your eyes as the pleasure he’s delivering barely outweighs the pain that settles deep into your muscles, his abuse forcing your sex to drip down onto the polyester fabric of his his thigh. His strikes gradually become less frequent, the break between them growing longer as he finally decides to rub his palm over your newly reddened flesh in order to soothe it.

“Now, let’s see if I’m right.” He whispers against your skin, sliding his fingers between your now soaking wet folds as your juices all but drench your needy center. He glides them across your length again with impeccable ease, massaging little waves of bliss into your swollen bud as you begin to tremble beneath his touch. “Looks like I was. Always so wet for me.”

You rock back and forth against his hand as a pattern of gooseflesh ripples up your backside, causing those waves to build up into full blown tremors of ecstasy. They quake through your entire body as he pushes two fingers in, stimulating you from that special spot deep inside your velvety walls as his thumb still presses circles into your clit. He cracks that internal fault line wide open, watching the tears stream down your face as your body convulses around his fingers in a series of uncontrollable shockwaves of euphoria, one right after the other. They rush their way through you, building up from your epicenter with a groan so deep it nearly rattles his bones along with yours as they tremble in its wake.

“Alistair!” You shout, your arms and legs trembling in overstimulation as the sound of his fingers slipping in and out of you echoes loudly against the walls. “Alistair, oh my God!” Your last word comes out in a breathy moan as your muscles fail you, leaving you limp in his lap as the aftershock rocks its way through your system.

“I barely even touched you, and look how well you respond to me.” He pulls his now drenched fingers out of you, bringing them up between your cheeks, across your back and over your shoulder until they’re right in front of your face. “Open.”

You follow his orders and do as you're told, opening your mouth just enough for him to shove two fingers past your lips and across your tongue. There’s no denying the sweet tang of your orgasm that coats your juices still clinging to his digits as he pushes in all the way up to his knuckles. Even as your eyes begin to water, you can’t help but relish in the taste of your own satisfaction as your tremors slow to a complete halt. You run your tongue between his fingers to further savor the flavor until he reluctantly pulls them back out.

A single trail of spit connects you before he shoves them into his own mouth, those dark eyes of his rolling back into his head as the concoction of your fluids momentarily intoxicates him. For a split second, some deranged part of you wonders how good he might have looked when he first tasted your blood, if it was anything close to this or much more gratuitous. But before you know it, he’s out of his trance entirely, his hands roving back over your body in a soothing, gentle rhythm.

“Tell me I don’t know you now.” He leans down to kiss your lips, the embrace seeming almost chaste in comparison as your unique flavor gets passed back between you both.

“You know me,” you confirm, breaking the kiss with a gentle nod.

“Good.” He pets your hair one more time, leaning in just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “I have another surprise for you.” He insists, that Cheshire grin spreading across his lips again.

Alistair helps you into the green ball gown just as carefully as he helped you out of your sweats, his hands tucking you into every nook and cranny of the silk dress as it drapes over your frame. He runs his hands through your hair after zipping you up, cupping your face before smiling with an arrogant sense of pride, almost as if he had created you himself.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, little lamb.” He soberly kisses your cheek before stepping back to admire you in full. “Are you ready for your next surprise?”

“I am,” you tell him, trying to accept that it could be the very last surprise of your life.

The instrumental ballet starts up again as soon as you leave the room with him, growing in volume through a set of speakers you can’t quite seem to locate as you both approach the ominous red door at the end of the hallway you almost forgot about entirely. The song’s previous corporate elevator tones are effortlessly replaced by a symphony of clarinets and bassoons, building onto each other as the plucking of a harp notes every step you take toward the precipice of the doorway.

You watch Alistair raise his eyebrows in giddy anticipation as an assortment of violins showers your senses with their chorus, the tone of the song getting darker and more profound as he wraps his fingers around the handle of the door. You can feel the music inside of you just as sure as you felt him before, the build up of all the instruments now working together as French horns collide with trumpets and drums, pushing the potent emotion of the piece up into your core and out of your body through tiny little goosebumps on your skin.

The red door finally opens.

The devastating sight before you dispels any enchantment Tchaikovsky’s famous work previously had on your senses. The roaring climax of that chilling act fails to prickle its way through the tiny hairs on the top layer of your skin as your heart drops into the bitter acid of your stomach, threatening to bring up your last meal along with it. That harsh and undeniable truth that you’d somehow always feared in the back of your mind has finally come to fruition: Jack isn’t coming to save you.

He can’t.

Confirming your greatest fears, Jack’s wrists and ankles appear to be secured in chains before your very eyes, holding him captive against a cement wall, the shirt you let him borrow now tattered to shreds. Something about these restraints is preventing him from moving too much or trying to escape, his helpless eyes eventually landing on you once you reach the center of the room. You’re too late. He’s too late, unable to save you from this scheming creature of the night as you both share a long look of mutual despair.

“Surprise!” Alistair exclaims as the music fades off into silence, both hands spreading out in a dramatic fashion.

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