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flowerywoso · 5 months ago

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the babysitter || irene paredes x reader

Summary: You've had a thing for Irene ever since you started babysitting for her. When she comes home after a night out with the team, you realize that your feelings might not be as one-sided as you thought they were. Pairing: Irene Paredes x Reader Words: 3,992 Warnings: 🔞, smut with plot Notes: I haven't written anything in quite awhile (I honestly wasn't planning on writing ever again but here we are), so this might be a little rough! Please don't hesitate to let me know (politely, please!) if you notice any horrible grammatical errors or notes to myself that I somehow forgot to take out. Do not post my works on Ao3. And I am horrible at titles.

You peek your head into the room once more, carefully easing the door open and, just as quickly, shut, once you determine that the toddler is definitely still asleep. It’s a habit you adopted after your friends began to have their own children, and one you’ve maintained for the kids you babysit. Tiptoeing back down the hallway, making sure to keep your footfalls as quiet as you can, you plop back down on the sofa, settling into the corner and taking a sip of your sparkling water, grabbing your novel and flipping it back open as you wait for the boy’s mother to return home.

It’s not that much later, only long enough for you to finish a single chapter of your book, before you hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, announcing Irene’s return from the Barcelona squad’s night out. You don’t get up from the couch, merely setting your novel aside and uncrossing your legs, letting one dangle off the cushions.

She enters the room quietly, the low heels she’d left the apartment in abandoned on the mat by the front door so they don’t click on the wood floors, and when you look up you can see the flush on her face. You're not sure if it's the result of the chilly evening air or of her night out, but either way it's enough to make you swallow around a lump in your throat. The top and pants she'd left the house in are just as enticing now as they were several hours ago, and you wonder as she walks further into the apartment how you manage to stay sane around her.

“Hola,” she says quietly, setting her purse down in the center of the coffee table and taking a seat beside you on the sofa, sighing in relief as she relaxes into the cushions after a long night out. Your heart, as it so often does in the presence of the older woman, skips a beat as she comes nearer to you.

“How was everything?”

“All good,” you reply, beginning to recount your evening with Mateo. As always, the toddler had been easy, listening to you as well as one could expect a two-year-old to, and had fallen asleep on the sofa halfway through an episode of Bluey, only stirring briefly when you carried him to bed.

“He ate most of his dinner,” you relay with a smile, shaking your head at the memory of how the toddler had wrinkled his nose at the "yucky green" you'd provided for him, far more enthusiastic about the special treat that was the chicken nuggets unearthed from the freezer. “We had a bit of a struggle with the veggies, but other than that he was a perfect angel, like always.”

Your words bring a smile to the older woman’s face, and you can’t help but stop in your tracks for a moment, transfixed by the way her lips perk upwards, faint lines around her eyes becoming visible. You’ve seen her take an extra minute in the bathroom more than once after you arrive in the evenings, trying to conceal the bags beneath her eyes or the smile lines beginning to form at the corners, but you think that each and every part of her face is a work of art.

You had no idea, when you first started babysitting for her, just how quickly your feelings for the older woman would grow. In the stolen moments at the beginning and end of the nights, before one of you walks out the door, you've learned more and more about Irene Paredes the person, not just the footballer, and something about her kept drawing you further and further in. You couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but you knew that you wanted her.

“Did you have a good night?”

Irene shrugs, shaking her head with a fond smile as she tells you about the Barcelona squad’s night out. She had mostly stayed on the sidelines alongside the other older players, keeping an eye on the girls closer to your own age as they enjoyed themselves, but Pina and Cata had managed to coax her and Alexia into having a drink and dance before she had excused herself.

The thought of Irene on the dance floor makes your heart pound, imagination beginning to run wild.

You’ve never been to Manuela’s, but from the way you’ve heard Irene describe it, there's absolutely no shortage of beautiful women. You know from the bits of information she’s given you that the Barcelona girls normally stick with one another, even while they’re out, but you’ve never been able to help yourself from wondering if any of the beautiful girls who frequent the club have tempted her enough that she’s taken one of them to her bed.

It's that thought, the unpleasant idea of her tangled between the sheets with a nameless, faceless girl from the club that makes your chest hurt. Before you fully notice what you're doing, you open your mouth and begin to speak, some jumbled mixture of thoughts spilling from between your traitorous lips.

"I mean if... If you ever wanted to stay out later... If someone..."

You trail off, clamping your lips shut as you realize just how inappropriate what you're implying is. You cringe, cursing yourself as you watch for her reaction, wait for her to get up off the couch and hand you your bags, let you know that now might be a good time for you to go home.

But she doesn't. Instead, all the older woman does is fix you with a questioning gaze, seemingly losing herself in thought for a moment.

She’s seated closer to you than she normally would be, than she ever has been before, and for a moment you wonder if she can hear your heart as it pounds in your chest, speeding up as she enters your space. You aren’t sure if it’s your imagination, the way her eyes seem to have fixed on you, tracing the details of your flushing face, eyes following your bottom lip as you nervously run your teeth over it.

“No,” she says at last. “None of the girls there have ever been who I wanted.”

Something about the word there catches your attention as it leaves her mouth, and you're certain that you must be losing your mind. Because there's no way, no way in the world that she wants you the way you want her.

The older woman reaches out and brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and you’re fairly certain that you’ve stopped breathing. Her hand pauses by your left cheek, which you're absolutely certain is flushing redder than the cap on her cherry flavored chapstick.

And suddenly, before you can even fully process the fact that her soft but strong hands are cupping your scarlet cheeks, the older woman is leaning forward and pressing her lips to yours.

You must have imagined this moment a thousand times, but never in your wildest dreams had you imagined it would actually come true. The older woman’s mouth is soft but insistent against your own, exploring your lips with hers, and every coherent thought you’ve ever had is a distant memory as you move with her, kissing her back.

Kissing Irene is even better than you imagined it would be - and you could fill a planner with the amount of times you’ve imagined this exact scenario. Her mouth is gentle, but there’s an edge to her kiss that contains a promise, the knowledge that she’s capable of being anything but.

When your lips finally part, after what feels like both an eternity and no time at all, you let out a little gasp, pupils blown wide as Irene stares into your eyes, both of you trying to process what has just happened. Even though she’s the one who kissed you first, Irene seems just as shocked as you are. But, behind her wide eyes is the same feeling you know she can easily spot in your own.

Desire.

“I… Fuck.”

You’re the one who leans forward this time, lips pressing against the older woman’s, the faint flavor of alcohol on her lips mixed with a hint of cherry from the chapstick you’ve seen her spread across her mouth more than once. The taste of her lips is intoxicating, and you can feel it going straight between your legs.

This kiss is deeper than the first, your arms wrapping around her strong shoulders to pull her closer, wanting to feel her body against your own. You part momentarily, gasping for air and only managing a brief breath before she’s kissing you again, every movement raising the stakes. You whine as her lips meet yours once more, hands coming to rest on your hips, pulling you closer. The older woman uses her own lips to pry yours open, her claiming tongue slipping into your mouth and beginning to explore further.

You let her take control of the kiss without protest, the arousal between your thighs intensifying exponentially with every second her body spends this close to your own.

“Fuck,” she gasps, breaking away from your lips only long enough to grunt in your ear. “Fuck, I want you so badly.”

All you can do is nod, shaking your head up and down in agreement, because you don’t think you’ve ever wanted another person this badly in your entire life.

“Irene,” you whine, pressing impossibly closer to her. “Please.”

“Can I touch you?”

You’re nodding again before the question has even fully left her lips, and the older woman’s pupils go dark with how eager she is for you. She kisses you again, her football player’s strength showing as she pushes you backward onto the sofa, hands working their way up under your shirt. She doesn’t bother with the clasp of your bra, instead slipping her hands beneath the fabric to cup your breasts. Separating her lips from yours with a low groan, Irene immediately begins tracing a path over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a further wave of shivers up and down your spine. You moan quietly, remembering that you two aren’t alone in the apartment, but tilt your head anyway, granting her better access to your throat.

Advantage is rapidly taken, the Barcelona player letting a hint of teeth scrape across the delicate flesh of your throat as she rolls one of your nipples between her fingers, moaning quietly at the way you arch, pressing your chest further into her touch.

Your nipples aren’t normally this sensitive, but something about the way Irene rolls and tugs at them makes the two buds feel as if they’re direct links to your most sensitive spot. Her touch is magical, and all you want is more.

As if the older woman can read your mind, the hand not busy exploring your chest slides further down, slipping under your black leggings and making you gasp, bringing a hand up to muffle your own sounds as long fingers begin to rub at your pussy over your panties.

There’s far too much fabric between the two of you, and every thread feels like a cage. You need it off, need the last bits of separation between your heat and her touch gone, now.

“Off,” Irene commands and, needing the barrier gone just as badly as you do, she doesn’t wait for you to obey before she’s hooking her own fingers in the waistband of your leggings, yanking them down over your legs. Your panties are removed in the same motion, both pieces of fabric coming to rest at your ankles. You try to kick them fully off, but only manage to completely free one leg before the older woman is pushing her way between your thighs, eagerly beginning to explore your bare pussy.

Her experience is clear from the first touch of her slender fingers against your naked heat, and you can’t help but press closer, spreading your legs further to give her better access. The older woman draws in a sharp breath as she circles your clit gently with one finger, exploring, watching for your reactions, the others gathering the rapidly accumulating wetness at your entrance. Irene's touch is electric, and the older woman finds herself becoming rapidly obsessed with the way your clit seems to plead for her touch.

With two of her fingers, Irene traces the outline of your pussy, hyper aware of just how wet you are, how your hole is begging silently for her fingers inside as she continues to rub your clit.

You let your eyes fall shut, eagerly anticipating just how good it will feel when the fingers you can sense lingering just shy of your entrance finally slide home, burying themselves inside your welcoming cunt. You’re practically pulsing with it, with how badly you need her inside, need to know just how she’ll fill you, what previously unknown spots inside the tips of her long fingers will be able to brush.

“Where do you want my fingers, bebita?”

You whine, shifting your hips in an attempt to get even closer to her, to get her to slide her fingers into your throbbing heat. The digits, wet from your own slick, only withdraw further away from your needy hole, and you nearly sob with how badly you need the older woman, need her touch.

Obvious as it may be, this nonverbal expression of how desperate you are for her to take you isn’t enough to satisfy the older woman, and she rubs your inner thigh soothingly.

“Use your words, baby,” she coaxes. “Tell me where you need my fingers.”

The idea of using your words seems borderline impossible at the moment, your brain simply too overwhelmed with the reality of just how close her fingers are to slipping inside, but you can tell that you won’t get what you need until you do.

“My pussy,” you manage to whine, trying to stay as quiet as possible while pulsing with the need for her. “Please, Irene, I need your fingers in my cunt.”

Your words, base and simple as they are, are enough to get you what you need, and when Irene finally slides her fingers home, you can’t conceal the moan that tears its way free from your throat. You’re wet enough that the stretch of going from zero to two fingers inside your cunt brings nothing but pleasure, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from moaning aloud when you feel the ridges of her fingers settle against your walls, the older woman pausing for a moment to let you adjust to the feeling of her digits inside.

Irene has to swallow a wrecked noise of her own as she finally slides her fingers inside your soaking pussy, the sensation of your silky walls against her skin sending her brain into overdrive. The sound of your voice, desperation tinging your whispers as you plead for her to move, to fuck you, is absolute music to her ears, and she doesn’t hesitate to comply with the enticing request.

Her pace is slow at first as she starts to move, the older woman eagerly exploring every curve and contour of your cunt, leaking around her fingers. It’s so warm and inviting, and the older woman has no idea how she’s lasted this long without knowing what feel like inside.

Once she’s sure you’ve fully adjusted to the stretch of her digits inside of you, Irene speeds up her thrusts, curling her fingers in search of the most sensitive spots hidden inside your pretty cunt.

It’s clear when she finds what she’s looking for, because your cunt clenches down around her fingers and you squeeze your pretty eyes shut as pleasure rocks your body.

“Oh,” she says, voice a whisper that tickles your ear and makes you shudder happily. “Is that where you need me?”

You nod desperately, the entirety of your reality reduced to the sensation of her fingers against the sensitive tissue inside you, stroking it insistently as her thumb comes to brush against your swollen clit. As she fucks you with her fingers, the older woman tests out different motions on your bud with her thumb, searching for the pattern and pace to take what’s left of your breath away.

You can’t help but let out a cry as she presses a little harder, circling your needy clit at just the right angle. Irene quickly presses her lips to yours again, reminding you that you’re not alone in the apartment.

“Shh,” the older woman says, swallowing your noises with her own tongue, collecting each one. “You’ve still gotta be quiet for me, bebita.”

You nod in understanding, kissing her back desperately, bringing a hand up to tangle in her hair. You can be quiet, no matter how good it feels, you can be quiet, just so long as she doesn’t stop what she’s doing between your legs. Irene chuckles against your lips, redoubling her efforts between your legs. Her talented fingers thrust in and out of your pussy, each time hitting the spot that makes you see stars.

“That’s it, baby,” she whispers, lips right beside your ear. “That’s it, take it for me. Take it, just like that.”

You toss your head back, more than willing to comply. Every cell of your body feels like it’s on fire, and you want nothing more than for the burning to consume you completely.

Your orgasm arrives without warning, Irene’s thumb on your swollen clit combined with her talented fingers inside your cunt sending you crashing over the edge with a fury you haven’t felt in a long time. You have to bite down on your lip to keep in your sounds as your it overwhelms you, nails digging into Irene’s bare shoulders. You can feel the older woman’s smile as she kisses your neck, fingers still moving gently inside you, working you through your climax, helping you ride it for as long as you can.

You shudder, aftershocks still shaking your body as you begin to come down from your peak. She slides her fingers out and you bite down on your kiss-swollen lip to keep yourself from whining at the loss. It takes another minute before you're able to gather yourself, fully opening your eyes and taking in the sight of the gorgeous older woman above you.

Irene presses another kiss to your lips, this one gentle, and you can feel the smile on her face as you give a final shudder, sitting up and leaning into her.

"How was that, bebita?"

"Fucking perfect," you reply, unable to conceal a grin of your own as you note how flushed her face still is. Knowing that touching you has her seemingly almost as worked up as you are sends a thrill through your body and you reach for the button of her jeans, aiming to return the favor, only for the same pair of hands that had just brought you to such an incredible orgasm to push yours down, Irene’s lips brushing against your forehead.

“Don’t you worry about me, baby,” she says, and you feel your heart sink with sudden disappointment.

“Are you sure?”

Irene wraps an arm around you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, clearly oblivious to the way your shoulders sink.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I promise. Don’t worry about me.”

You blush, wanting to protest that getting to touch her would be just about the furthest thing away from a worry- dream or fantasy come to life would be a more accurate description- but a sudden wave of shyness overcomes you, the whiplash of going from the high of your orgasm to the valley of being denied an opportunity to make Irene feel as good as she’s just made you feel making your throat close up.

“O-Oh,” you say quietly. “Okay. I just…”

You trail off, not sure what to say to that. It feels like, without meaning to or realizing what she’s done, the Barcelona defender has just tossed a bucket of ice water over you.

“I… I guess I should head home then,” you say quietly, trying not to let her hear the hurt in your voice, reaching down and pulling your leggings back up over your calves and thighs until they rest around your middle. Your panties aren’t quite soaked, for the pure fact that they had been around your ankles soon after her lips first met yours, but they’re still wet enough that putting them back on isn’t exactly comfortable.

And more than that, you don’t want to leave. Your body is still purring with the aftermath of your orgasm, the last thing you want to do right now is leave her apartment and walk the few blocks home to your own. The route between your apartment and Irene’s is one you know well, lit with plenty of streetlamps and well-frequented on a Saturday night, so any anxiety you might feel can be connected purely to leaving her after what’s just happened, without being certain where you stand.

Irene opens her mouth and you pause with your hand on the knob, waiting, hoping that she’ll say something, offer her bed to share for the night.

“Let me know when you get home safe,” she says quietly, and you can’t help the way your chest clenches with a strange sort of pain. You hadn’t really expected her to offer for you to stay, not with the amount of eyes that could be watching someone like her at any given moment, but you still can’t help but wish she had.

You nod in response to her question, clutching your bag close to your side as you shut the door behind yourself, beginning the short walk home.

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“Fuck.”

The second the door shuts behind you, the defender wishes she could throw it open again and call you back in.

She had wanted to, especially after watching you come apart under her touch, seeing how pretty you looked as your orgasm overwhelmed you. The words had been on the tip of her tongue, but you had beaten her to it, reaching for the door handle and exiling yourself before she could even offer, and she hadn’t offered any protests.

Peeking in the door, ensuring that Mateo is still safe and sound in his bed, the Barcelona player tiptoes quietly down the hall, two doors down, and pushes her own door open and shut behind her.

As she pulls off her top, letting it fall to the floor, quickly followed by her pants and bra, Irene curses herself, pulling back the covers and slipping into the too-big bed on her own. It feels cold compared to the contrast of your warm body against her own, and her chest pangs with the regret of not asking you to stay the night.

Back in your own apartment, you slide beneath your own covers, mind racing at a million miles an hour.

No matter how your chest might ache at the fact that you’re here, alone in your own bed, the memory of the older woman’s lips on yours, of her talented fingers bringing you to orgasm right there on the sofa, of muffling your moans in her shoulder, still sends a familiar jolt of electricity between your thighs. With a soft whine, you reach for your the bedside drawer where you keep your vibrator, turning it up before pressing it against your still-swollen clit.

Blocks away, Irene is doing the same, quietly gasping out a much-needed orgasm with your name on her lips, the memory of your mouth on hers and your silken flesh beneath her fingertips sending her over the edge.

As the older woman drifts off into an uneasy slumber, the space beside her conspicuously empty, she knows that, now she's had you once, she won't ever be able to get enough.

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xshadowdelta · 9 months ago

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Witch

Irene x Male Reader (3.6K Length)

"Hey rookie, it’s time to work."

You stood up and left that small service room, in whose sign was written 'Authorized Service Only'.

It was your first week in this new summer job as a bellboy at the most famous 5-star hotel, right in the middle of the city with a huge amount of guests every day. You got here thanks to a friend’s recommendation, not your dream job, but you really needed the money, and the pay was juicy. You arrived at the reception hall where your manager was standing next to a mountain of suitcases, feeling as if your soul wanted to leave your body seeing all those bags.

"Miss Bae Joohyun’s luggage, room 362, as soon as possible, she is waiting for it."

It took you a while to place every one of the suitcases in the luggage birdcage, using every skill you had in the Tetris game to not drop them. Then you took the elevator to the third floor, and once there, you drove until you reached the indicated room by your senior.

You knocked on the door and fixed the wrinkles in your jacket, since your first day, the manager had been very insistent on looking perfect in front of the clients. You heard the sound of the door opening and forced one of your best smiles,

"Good morning, Miss Bae, here is your luggage."

The woman in front of you didn’t say a single word as she scanned you up and down, just a slight head move to give you permission to get inside the room, meanwhile, she continues with the phone call in which she was involved.

Oh yeah, another rich middle-aged woman with a major superiority complex. You frowned and let out a whisper that only you could hear.

"Witch…"

But you have a job to do, so you entered the suite along with the luggage and began to unstack all the suitcases.

You looked back at the woman who was now standing, looking at the beautiful views offered by the windows of that room. She was speaking in a foreign language, maybe korean.

Yet you managed to understand the word "stylist" and it gave you the feeling that the person on the other side of the line was getting a good scold.

You could only see the profile of her face, enough to detect a serious and cold expression that you didn't like at all, but still you had to admit that she was a very beautiful woman.

The work was finished at the same time she ended the call. Your eyes met for a moment, and you felt a shiver run through your body. You gave her a small bow before saying goodbye.

"Have a good stay with us, Miss Bae, we are at your disposal." You were already close to the door when her voice stopped you.

"Wait a moment, please."

Another smile was forced in your face before turning on your feet to come face to face with her.

"Do you need anything else?"

"Here is your tip."

She got some bills out of her wallet and offered them to you. You hesitated at first, but you ended up taking them, and for the first time, your smile was a genuine one. You save them in the pocket of your uniform, ready to finally leave that room.

"By the way, just from one look, have you been able to deduce that I am a witch?" Suddenly, your breathing stopped, and your skin tone turned pale white. You were sure you had said it quietly enough for her not to hear that.

"Being a woman as important as me. I must be alert to everything that happens around me, don’t you think?”

Cool, now she can read minds, definitely a witch.

"I apologize, Miss Bae, it was never my intention to hurt your feelings." Your voice trembled, knowing you could be fired because of this.

"Feelings? I put them aside many years ago."

The confusion on your face was notorious, your eyes followed her to see how she took a seat, watching you with a scary look. Another shiver ran down your spine. Running away from there was not a good idea, first because it wouldn't solve anything and would make you look like a coward, but the truth is that you wanted to disappear from the world at that moment.

On the other hand, you could just cry like a baby begging for her forgiveness, that would certainly be ridiculous, but it would save your ass from a guaranteed dismissal.

"Miss Bae…"

"Don’t tell me. Do you want us to forget this incident, right?"

Her face was cold, and her words sounded like ice, sinking deeper and deeper into your chest. But you couldn't articulate a single word, just nodded your head.

For a small period of time, you thought that a halo of kindness would take over her, and she would give in to your request to forgive you, but kindness wasn't in the dictionary of Bae Joohyun.

"Get naked"

It took you a few seconds to understand the request she had just made. She didn't take long to repeat. "What are you waiting for? Get naked"

"WHAT?"

That scream only made her angrier, hitting the ground with her foot, impatient. Her look did not change at any time, she continued staring at you, challenging you.

"I see, you don’t care about this job, so…"

"Wait…"

Your hands started to move, and your uniform jacket fell to the floor. You continued unbuttoning your shirt, making your naked torso visible.

Next was taking off your shoes so you could get rid of your pants that would accompany the rest of the clothes on the floor, leaving you in underwear under the watchful eye of Mrs. Joohyun, who now had a slight mischievous smile while looking at you.

"I think we have a different concept about nudity."

You looked down at your nether area, and then your eyes returned to her. She was really trying to humiliate you in every way. "Everything?"

The coldness of her gaze was enough of an answer for you, making you slide your hands over your boxers, leaving you now completely naked. "Now I want you to stay there, don’t move and pay attention."

You felt like you were about to faint right there when you saw that woman spread her legs on the couch, raising her dress to reveal her panties, which she pushed aside.

She was showing you her naked pussy before she started caressing it with her hand. You couldn't believe your eyes, a minute ago you were fired, and now you had an incredibly hot woman masturbating herself right in front of you. Joohyun licked his own hand as she stroked herself fast, starting to moan with no shame. Despite finding yourself in this complicated situation, watching this show made your body react, and your penis was already completely erect. You tried to move one of your hands towards your penis, but Joohyun's voice stopped you. "Told you to, don't move!" "Remember that your job is at risk."

Then she inserted two of her fingers inside her pussy to stimulate herself more. Hear her loud moans, and the watery sound due to the humidity of her vagina was driving you crazy.

Joohyun continued like this for a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, Meanwhile, you were praying that this torture would come to an end, and miraculously she would decide to forgive you and run away out of there, straight to the employee bathroom to masturbate yourself, thinking about what you were experiencing at this moment.

"Come here" She demanded in an authoritarian tone, and you approached until you were right in front of her, which didn't stop her from continuing to pleasure herself.

"On your knees."

Now, your face was practically a few centimeters from her pussy, but you didn't expect Joohyun to let out one last pleasure scream, squirting directly on you.

You closed your eyes at time, however, now your face was covered by Joohyun fluids, who was now breathing tiredly but still looking at you, with a serious expression on her face.

“Wow”

Was the only thing you could say, you were in shock after what had just happened. You ran your hand over your face, trying to clean up the mess, licking a couple of your fingers in the process.

"Delicious"

"What have you said?" She was stunned, and her voice tone sounded even more enraged.

"You are delicious, Mrs. Bae."

That answer made her get up from the couch in a bad mood. She walked to the pile of your clothes on the floor and grabbed the tie that minutes ago had surrounded your neck, but now was being used to tie your hands at your back.

"What are you doing?" You asked, standing up.

She stood next to you and, without warning, grabbed your still erect penis with one of her hands, making you gasp.

"You keep saying vulgarities, you need a real punishment."

She whispered in your ear, starting to masturbate your penis slowly, making you moan a little bit. She was increasing the pace, stroking you with both hands at the same time.

"You were supposed to feel humiliation, and instead you had the courage to taste my fluids and the nerve to say 'delicious.' I have never met someone like you, you are quite a challenge."

Your brain was unable to say anything as it was busy moaning in pleasure at Jonghyun's touch.

"Mrs. Bae, I'm about to…"

"Don't you even dare, now it's my turn to taste you."

She stopped touching you and crouched on her knees in front of you. She looked up, straight into your eyes, you saw that look again, that no longer seemed so cold, but immediately closed your eyes because of the immense pleasure you felt when her mouth devoured your cock.

Your body staggered, and you cursed for having your hands tied at that moment. You opened your eyes again only to see how she sucked your cock over and over again at an accelerated but constant pace, damn, you were in heaven.

She grabbed your balls, and at the same time she was sucking you, pressing on them, making you feel a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, you have a good dick here."

She spit on your cock, going back to masturbate you, making wet your entire length, so that now when she sucked you, she also slurped some saliva.

“Mrs. Bae…”

She stopped for a second and looked into your eyes again.

"Irene…call me Irene."

The beat of your heart increased because of that, a feeling that was quickly replaced by another wave of pleasure when you noticed how she reintroduced your penis into her mouth, now even reaching his throat, causing her to choke on your cock.

You looked at the ceiling, trying to hold on as long as possible, wishing this moment would never end, then you felt a pinch of pain in your thighs, so you looked down again.

Your eyes found the view of Irene grabbing your thighs with her nails and the entirety of your cock inside her mouth, with some tears welling up in her eyes. She closed her eyes and started moving her head back and forth. You could say she was using you to fuck her own throat.

She stopped to take a breath, but immediately lifted your cock with one of his hands and began licking your balls desperately. "Keep looking at me or this will end here."

It was the first instruction that you would gladly follow.

She ran her tongue along the entire length, licking every inch before giving your tip a special treatment and taking it back into her mouth, this time masturbating you with her hands at the same time as she sucked you off. That made you about to explode.

"Irene…" You managed to say between several moans.

Then she let it off from her mouth again and masturbated you fiercely with both hands, looking at you with lust. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, sticking her tongue out. You knew what she wanted.

There was no need to say anything else. A few more seconds, and you let out a huge load of semen that fell directly into his mouth and face, squeezing until the last drop fell.

Irene's face was now a real mess. She had managed to swallow part of your cum, but other threads of semen fell near her eyes and part of her hair. She didn't mind at all, she was busy cleaning your cock now.

She got up a little later, walking until she stood behind you again, untying the knot that was imprisoning your hands. She took one of your hands and dragged you to another room in the suite, the bedroom with a huge bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she caught your attention again.

"Do you want to keep this job?"

Once again, you nodded your head.

"If you can make me have an orgasm, I'll pretend none of this ever happened, you understand?”

"Loud and clear."

You tried to hide your nervousness as best you could and mentally preparing yourself to give her the greatest effort of your life, your future depended on what happened in the next few minutes.

You took a few steps towards the direction where she was, she was imposing, she was scary, yes, but at the same time, you had a sensation running through your body that you had never experienced before, and you wanted to go until the end.

You bent your head straight to kiss his neck. She let out a sigh, a good sign, you deduced. You trailed kisses along his neck at the same time that your hands roamed her body.

"Not bad, but this is nothing out of this world."

You shouldn't rush, she was provoking you, you knew it. Make a mistake, and it will be over. However, you also knew how to play that game.

"Excuse my clumsiness, Mrs. Bae, my job consists of transporting suitcases, not to sexually satisfy clients, even so you seemed to have enjoyed my cock."

Your lips now kissed the part of her naked chest that was not covered by her dress.

"Even now you are still behaving like a reckless, shut the fuck up and take me off this damn dress…now."

She raised her arms, so the dress came out more comfortably, her black lace bra was still annoying, but with a deft movement it quickly disappeared as well, leaving you with the view of her naked tits.

Your mouth quickly acted as shelter for her boobs, drawing loud moans from Irene. Her hands traveled to the back of your head, pressing you closer against them.

"Just like that, fuck, work on these fucking little tits."

You sucked her boobs and licked her nipples, which at this point were really hard by the moves of your tongue. With every second that passed, Irene became more moldable under your touch.

At that moment, you took advantage of to move one of your hands to her lower zone, totally wet after the first session, you touched her pussy over her panties using circular movements.

"So fucking wet, Miss Bae." You said it with a superior tone.

"Told you to shut up." She was getting angry again.

"As you wish."

You replied and suddenly kissed her lips. Irene opened her eyes in surprise, but it didn't take long for her to respond to the kiss with even more energy, until both of you got separated to take a breath.

"It's funny, men are usually afraid of me, and I love to create that feeling in them, but it also makes them never dare to kiss me. I almost forgot how kisses felt." She said with a half-smile on her face, touching her swollen lips.

"In that case, let me help you remember."

You said, emboldened, kissing her again with passion, making her respond with the same lust and starting a battle of tongues inside your mouths. You lost your balance due to the fury of the kisses, and you fell on top of her when her back hit the bed.

When you separated from her again, you could see how her messy hair had fallen on her sweaty forehead and her cheeks were completely red, but you were surprised by her smile, this time it was a full formed and sincere smile.

"Show me what else can do that mouth of yours."

You kissed her lips again, a quick kiss this time, which was followed by another path of kisses all over her body until you reached her panties, you managed to take them off to finally see her naked pussy.

You kissed her thighs previously before sinking your face against her area, making her moan louder than ever. Your tongue moved fiercely against her pussy folds as Irene's screams filled the room.

"Don't stop, don't even dare to stop."

You were giving your best to make her feel good. Her moans, screams, and bad words only motivated you to continue doing this with more intensity. Having your tongue a rest, you quickly replaced it with your fingers, masturbating her with all your strength.

"Holy fuuuuuck, I’m cuming!" She screamed, curving her back and, once again, squirting a lot from her pussy, messing part of the edge of the bed and the bedroom floor.

She had now difficulty breathing correctly, and her chest was up and down again, trying to calm herself. Your fingers once again caressed her pussy, this time doing it so slowly. You approached to kiss her once again.

"Irene"

You called, so both of you noticed your penis fully recovered, ready for more rounds. She smiled at you, turning around, remaining face down, then you stared at her trained ass.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Fuck me".

Your penis got excited hearing those words. You stood up immediately to stand behind her. Grabbing her hips and aligning yourself with her pussy, inserting your entire length at once into Irene's pussy.

"God, you're so tight." You moaned, starting to thrust into her.

"Yes, fuck, stretch my fucking pussy with your big cock."

"Holy shit, Mrs. Bae."

You increased your thrusts, making everything more and more primitive, to the point that your balls were colliding with her hips every time you buried your length inside her.

Irene couldn't stop moaning and screaming, grabbing the bedsheets with her hands while moving her hips to give more depth to your moves.

You didn't hesitate to grab one of her ass cheeks tightly with one of your hands and then give her a slap that echoed through the room and made the woman scream. You repeated it a few more times, having the same result.

"This is what you wanted, right? A witch like you just wanted to be fucked this hard."

One more spank to her already red ass, drove Irene crazy.

"Yes! Fuck yes, fuck me please! Don't stop now! Use my witch pussy however you want."

You kissed her neck from behind and ran your tongue down her back as your hips moved at a constant pace for a longer period of time.

"Wait." she said between moans. "I want to see you."

You took out your cock off her, allowing her to turn around, giving her another passionate kiss, you took her hips and brought her closer to the edge of the bed, sitting there, she opened her legs for you.

You entered inside her again, resuming your task of fucking her hard, Irene wrapped her arms around your head, moving a little on the bed, allowing you to fuck her deeper.

"So fucking deep." She sighs, closing her eyes.

When she opened them again, she met your eyes, making her blush a bit. You didn't ignore it and brought your lips closer to hers, touching them but not kissing her.

"Mrs. Bae, I'm about to cum." She took your face in her hands, smiling.

"Inside me, until the last drop… I need it."

That was the last thing you needed, Irene hugged you and in a last effort you fucked her harder than ever until you shot all your cum inside her pussy, making both of you reach an orgasm. Both of you really had made a mess.

Irene laid on the bed, still shaking, with one of her arms covering her face. You laid to next to her, looking directly at her.

"Don't worry, today is a safe day."

"That’s fine of course but wasn't my real concern."

Irene lowered her arm and stared at you for a few moments, her eyes widening as if she had forgotten the reason of this. He pretended to cough in an attempt to hide her mistake by sitting back on the bed.

"Yes, about that… You did your part, so I'll do mine, and I promise I won't say anything about what happened here."

Feeling a big relief at that moment, you didn't say anything more than "thank you" to get out of bed in search of your work clothes. You had a schedule to complete.

"I will stay here for a few days because of work."

You left your shirt half buttoned to watch as Irene leaned against the door frame, now wearing a bathrobe from the bathroom.

"Maybe you can offer me this special service again." Her mischievous smile made your face get one, too. "I am at your total disposal, Mrs. Bae."

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The girl placed the box on the counter and looked at Irene, her best friend. They were both organizing a surprise party for Pau, and since Irene wasn’t getting any help from her parents, she decided to rely on her best friend. The girl was two years younger than her, but that didn’t stop them from having a great friendship.

“All set, now we just need to fill up the balloons and hang them!” The girl said, clapping her hands together to remove the dust from the cardboard box that had been stored in the Cubarsí family’s storage room.

“Thanks for helping me; I don’t know what I would do without you,” she laughed, looking at her friend. “You can go home, take a shower, and come back. I’ll take care of the balloons.”

“What do you mean, come back?” she asked, shaking her head in confusion.

“Come back for the party, s/n,” her voice sounded obvious.

“I’m not close enough to Pau to be at his party, Rene,” she shrugged, walking toward the living room with Irene following behind.

“But you’re MY best friend, and you’re helping organize the party. You have every right to be here.” They both sat down on the white couch in the living room. “Besides, Pau likes your company.” Her tone was teasing and mischievous.

“Don’t be silly, Irene.” She placed a pillow on her lap and fixed her gaze on the enormous TV. “He’s just polite to me, something you aren’t.”

Irene rolled her eyes and gave her friend a light slap on the back of the head. They both laughed, and Irene turned to look at her best friend more directly.

“Go get ready and come back looking gorgeous!” She stood up and pulled you by the wrists, dragging you to the door. “Bye-bye, baby.”

She closed the door in your face, and you just sighed, not having much choice but to go home. You took an Uber back.

Calmly, you got ready, running your hand through your hair, checking if everything looked perfect. You didn’t want to admit it, but you didn’t like being around Irene’s family. Actually, you didn’t like being around her younger brother, knowing that you’d never have a chance with him.

The garage door was open, and she stepped inside, seeing the backyard decorated in blue and red. Her eyes landed on Irene, who was chatting with some of Pau’s club friends. She smiled shyly, lowering her head in embarrassment as she felt all the boys’ gazes fall on her.

“I definitely wasn’t going to come,” she muttered, fidgeting with the hem of her floral white dress, shifting her feet awkwardly.

“Don’t be like that, grab the present, and let’s go talk to the kids.” Irene pulled her wrist, but she stopped.

“How do you know I bought something for him?” Her neck burned with embarrassment at the thought of Irene knowing about her feelings for her younger brother.

“I know you like the back of my hand. You spent three weeks going to the jewelry store at the mall, staring at the necklaces with the letter P. I’m not stupid.” She linked her arm with yours.

“I hate you,” she murmured as they approached the boys.

“Hi,” you said shyly, sitting on the chair next to Irene, which, coincidentally, was next to Pau.

You greeted him briefly, feeling embarrassed to be so close to him. Your hands were sweating and trembling. You were an extremely shy person, and even more so when it came to boys and anything related to them.

“I need some help inside; would you guys mind helping me?” Irene looked at Hector and Yamal, who exchanged glances before smirking.

“We’d be happy to help,” Yamal said, getting up, and Hector followed. The three of them left, leaving the “couple” alone.

“Well… Happy birthday!” She smiled, lowering her head to rummage inside her bag until she found a small black velvet box. “I know it’s not a big present… but I didn’t want to come empty-handed.”

She mentally cursed herself for blushing as he flashed a beautiful smile upon seeing the box. Pau took the small object from her hands and opened it, revealing a beautiful silver necklace with the letter P. He chuckled, and s/n’s stomach churned, unsure if he liked it or if he was laughing at her for being pathetic.

“This is the best gift I’ve received.” He lifted his gaze, looking at the girl in front of him. She had a surprised expression on her face, uncertain if he would like it. “Will you put it on me?”

Pau handed her the necklace, turning his back to her. The girl fastened it around his neck and watched as he turned back to her. Her eyes sparkled upon seeing the smile on his face, and she felt her stomach flutter as butterflies danced in a calm, happy melody

“It looks perfect on you,” she whispered, too shy to say it louder. “I should go inside; Irene probably needs help…”

She stood up, wanting to escape, but his large hand grabbed her wrist, making her stop and look at him—at those green eyes that appeared darker due to the night and the dim lighting.

“What is it?” she stammered, watching him rise from his chair, towering over her without releasing her wrist.

It was no secret that Pau was incredibly tall, and she looked tiny beside him, barely reaching his shoulders. She had to tilt her head up to meet his gaze, which made her blush even more. The warmth of his touch made her feel hot; everything about him turned her red.

“I can’t miss this chance,” his voice sounded anxious and breathless.

Before she could respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She gasped in surprise, unable to believe HE had done that. He noticed she didn’t immediately respond and started to pull away, but she pulled him back, rising onto her tiptoes to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm, like clouds. His hands moved to her waist, gripping it and pulling her even closer.

They pulled apart, breathless and flushed. He smiled at her, gently running his finger across her cheek, making her smile.

“Be mine, please…!” She looked into his eyes, seeing them shine, and she smiled at that.

“I already am.”

As soon as she said that, it was all the encouragement he needed to kiss her again—this time, even more passionately.

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jjsmaybank20 · 10 months ago

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Hiiiii, I was wondering if you could write a Barca femini x teen reader fic where she is under an immense amount of pressure from the media and more specifically her father and believes she has to do it all, she has to be perfect, she has to make her father proud. So she balances the weight of school, Barca training and matches, and the extra training she does (she legit runs herself into the ground in an attempt to forgot about all the pressure she is under, however this only causes her to feel even more stressed). The team specifically the captains, More so Alexia start to notice. They ask her if she is doing well and she denies anything is wrong saying she is fine with no further Answer. Reader decides she doesn’t have time for sleep and has to get as much school work done, so she has more time to do extra trainings. So she starts getting like 5 hours of sleep per night or less which is definitely not enough for a pro athlete to function. She keeps this up for a few weeks or days idk. When Alexia and the other decide enough is enough and they intervene. Reader tries to deny it and get up and leave but Alexia isn’t having it and just hugs reader tightly and then they all end up comforting her. They all tell her she needs more sleep and it’s okay to take a day off so she can take care of herself.

You def dont have to write this i jus though i would ask🫶

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Barcelona Femení x Fem!Teen!Reader Alexia Putellas x Fem!Teen!Reader

Summary: R is under immense pressure to succeed, but it doesn't take long for it to become too much.

Warnings: R passing out, R doesn't have a good relationship with her father

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I changed a few small things, but not too dramatically. Hope you like it!

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From a young age, you always strove to be the best you could possibly be. You worked hard, constantly pushing yourself to be better. When watching you study, train, and play in matches, people would describe you as a perfectionist. You didn’t disagree with that description, but you did believe that you needed to be perfect in order to gain the approval of your team, the fans, and especially your father.

Y/F/N had always been a cold and tough man. Never generous with his praise, and almost overwhelming with his need for perfection, he ruled your life and your career with an iron fist since the day you showed an exceptional talent for football. You made your way through the youth teams with impressive speed, finding yourself on the Barça B team at the age of 15 and finally being promoted to the first team at the young age of 16.

Being one of the youngest on the team, the senior players took you under their wing. Lucy and Mapi would joke around with you, while Alexia and Irene would take care of you and keep you on the right track to the point that you saw them as your motherly figures. For a long time, it had just been you and your dad, your mother never really in the picture. You grew up thinking that the only way for someone to love you was if you were practically flawless in every aspect of life, so naturally you assumed it would be the same with the team.

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For a while, you were able to balance everything. There was a delicate routine that needed to be followed that guaranteed you would complete your schoolwork on time while also performing the best you possibly could in matches and practices. You were strict with yourself, keeping up a rigorous schedule that impressed even the senior players.

Slowly, though, your rigid daily life starts to slip through your fingers. It begins when your father starts to comment more and more on a slip in your performance that you don’t even notice. You don’t argue back with him, though. Instead, you decide to add extra practice every day to your regimen. Those added hours of practice means you have to push your schoolwork further into the night, telling yourself that it needs to get done, no matter how late it is.

Your nights get continuously later, and it begins to take a toll on your performance at practice. At first, your teammates think you're having an off day, and then an off week. When your performance doesn’t improve after that first week, the girls start to get worried. Watching you idly kick a ball around from the sidelines, Alexia murmurs, “I’m worried about la pequeña. She’s been so quiet lately.” Mapi hums in agreement. “She won’t joke around with me anymore. Says that she needs to focus.” The Zaragozan looks at you just as you miss the ball you were juggling. You let out a deep sigh before picking it up and starting again. Mapi’s chest fills with concern at the sight. “She looks so tired.”

You continue to practice, not noticing the two senior player’s eyes on you. After completing the exercise you were working on, you pack the balls up and head inside to the gym. Placing your earbuds in, you don’t notice how Patri and Pina watch you with shock in their eyes as you slip past them on their way out of the gym.

They flag down Alexia and Mapi as they pass the duo, hoping that they would be able to give some insight as to why you were working out after practice was over. Instead of reassuring them, their captain and Mapi share a glance full of concern. They quickly walk towards the gym, hoping to get some sort of explanation out of you as to why you were pushing yourself so hard.

As you side step with a resistance band around your legs, you begin to feel light headed. Instead of stopping, you decide that you can just push through and that it will pass with time. Just as Alexia and Mapi reach the gym, your body finally gives up out of exhaustion and your eyes roll back into your head as you crumple to the ground.

Alexia rushes to your side, pulling your head into her lap. “Get the trainers, now!” Mapi rushes out of the room, following the order immediately. As she anxiously waits, Alexia runs her hands through your hair. Up close, she can now see the dark bags under your eyes from a lack of sleep. “Oh, cariño. What is going on with you?”

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As you come to, you are met with the semi-harsh fluorescent lights of the recovery room. Everything seems blurry at first, causing you to blink your eyes to clear away the fog. You groan as you try to sit up, realizing with a start that your head is absolutely throbbing. Even through the pain, you still feel more rested than you have in weeks. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, trying to block out the bright light. Someone lightly touches your back, startling you.

“Hey, hey! Calm down, cariño. It’s just me.” You settle slightly at the soothing tone of Alexia’s voice. When you finally glance around the room, you are met with quite a few pairs of worried eyes belonging to your teammates.

Finally, you look at Alexia. Her eyes are filled with such deep concern that you can’t help but turn away again. She softly speaks up from beside you, asking, “What is going on with you? You look like you haven’t slept in weeks, you seem constantly stressed out, and you haven’t taken a day off in months. I mean, you literally passed out from exhaustion, por dios!”

You stare at your lap, knowing that as soon as you look up, you’re going to break down. “I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.” Alexia can’t help but get a tiny bit frustrated with you. Your stubbornness has always been there, and she admires your refusal to quit. In this case, though, she just wishes you would let her help. “Cariño, passing out like that isn’t something normal or fine. Please, tell me what’s happening.”

When Alexia leans down to try to look at your face, she can see the tears forming in your eyes. You glance up slightly, and when you are met with one of the kindest and most caring looks you have ever received in your life, the dam breaks. “I can’t take it anymore! It never ends. It’s always something. One day it’s my footwork, the next it's my shooting. There’s always something to pick apart. And when I’ve finally satisfied him with my football, it’s ‘your grades are dropping’ or ‘your not focusing on school enough’. There's no end to it. I can’t ever stop, and it’s. just. too. much!” You punctuate your last couple words by smacking the medical bed underneath you.

Your teammates sit in stunned silence for a second, watching as hot tears stream down your face. Finally, Alexia springs forward and pulls you into her arms. Everyone else follows suit, and you finally let yourself let out your anger and frustration in the arms of the people you trust. As you cry, Alexia murmurs into your hair, “It’s okay, cariño. Let it all out. It’s okay. You can rest now. It’s always okay to take a break. Needing to take a break just means that you're human.”

Even when you finally tire yourself out and drift asleep, Alexia holds you tightly. Subconsciously, you burrow further into her arms, the stress crease between your eyebrows that has become a permanent fixture on your face finally relaxing. As she watches you, the captain knows what she needs to do. “I’m getting you out of that house. You’re going to come live with me, and we are going to figure this out. Together.”

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zeezelweazel · 1 year ago

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I would love it if you started writing for Chloe kelly

Chloe Kelly| Lost in euphoria|

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My girl is having such a great season, hope we can win the league cuz Chelsea needs to be humbled. Anyway I'm still not over that world cup final so have this.

First Chloe fic let's goo

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You can't sleep. Of course you can't, the world cup final is tomorrow. You bled sweat and tears to get to this point. With your captain and best player in the world barely back in shape and the federation being full of sexist assholes you feel like you've fought a war to reach the final.

Nerves are normal before matches like this one. The winner takes it all and you have to make sure that you are the winner. You've learnt how to live with it and get over it so you can give it your all on the pitch. This time though it's different, because you're playing England in the final.

You dread the moment you have to step on the pitch. They want this as much as you and they need this as much as you. How will you be able to play against your girlfriend in such a game? Sure, you play eachother often enough, in the league and even the cup sometimes and you're definitely used to the rivalry given how she plays for manchester city and you for united but this is different. This is a world cup final. An entire nation depends on you.

Just as you're about to turn around and try to sleep your phone lights up with a notification. You look at the screen to see a message.

Baby blue 💙

Hey

I can't sleep

You smile when you see Chloe's text, immediately forgetting about the match tomorrow. You grab your phone and text her back immediately. You probably should be getting some sleep before such an important game but it's not like you'd do anything but roll around in bed all night. Plus talking to Chloe always helps you relax, right now it also helps you forget the fact that tomorrow she'd be your biggest rival.

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No words can describe the feeling of playing in a wolrd cup final. The atmosphere is electric, your whole body pumbed with adrenaline and nerves that only got worse when the whistle blew. You were equal parts relieved and upset that Chloe wasn't on the starting line up. She deserves to be on the starting eleven, you know this but you can't help but feel relieved that you can prolong playing against her.

The first half is obviously in your favour. England's attacks are disjointed and messy, most of them not leading to anything good. You and Ona didn't let anything get through, closing down every English attack. The forwards are doing their job successfully, as expected with Aitana bossing the midfield and pulling the strings. Sure enough after a stady and good performance Olga manages to open the scoreline with a good shot.

Your first instinct is to turn to Irene and hug her tightly before running to meet the rest of the girls up ahead and join in the celebrations.

After the half time whistle blew you were very eager to finally get the chance to catch your breath. You blocked the annoying drill of Vilda's voice and instead focused on keeping your head clear and your mind set on the target. You know England wasn't going to give up easily.

A few moments later Jenni places a hand on your shoulder and shakes you out of your thoughts. The second half was about to start, but when you get up from the bench and move to the pitch you see Chloe doing the same. Of course she'd be subbed in on the second half, England needed to get better on the final third and your girlfriend was the perfect choice alongside Lauren James.

You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the awful feelings that tried to crawl up your chest. You thought you were used to playing against her but this is different. This is the world cup.

Right before the whistle blows you try and catch her eyes but Chloe's gaze is firmly locked on the ball. You gulp down any last remnants of nervousness and focus.

Chloe and Lauren change the game immediately and England's attacks start gaining momentum but with how well you and the rest of the Spanish defence are playing said momentum is quickly crumbling.

The clock is ticking and even though Jenni missed a penalty England is getting desperate for an equaliser. They've come close a couple times but still nothing and now with the final minutes of extra time it looks like it's over. But of course, life is never that easy.

Two minutes of extra time remain when a fatal mistake is made. England steals the ball in your half of the pitch and with Ona out of position there's a huge open space. The ball is thrown ahead by James and within a second Chloe is on it with you chasing behind. The crowd is already starting to go wild for something that looks to be a certain goal. Chloe is closing in on goal but just as she's about to lift her foot to take the shot you slide on the pitch and manage to knock the ball off her feet in a clean tackle that has half the crowd gasping and groaning in defeat and the other half cheering and clapping wildly. Chloe gets up and goes for the ball immediately, the blonde not one to give up until she hears the whistle but you're on her once more and you cut off her desperate attempt at a last minute cross to the Spanish box.

Once the ball goes out of play the ref blows the whistle and it's all over.

The crowd erupts in a loud roar, players and fans alike jumping in happiness or slumping in defeat. Before you can react half of the team is swarming you, patting your back and kissing your cheeks and ruffling your hair. Alexia pulls you in a tight embrace and you can't help but return it with teary eyes.

"You saved us Y/N. You won us the world cup."

You release a watery laugh and shake your head at your captain.

"No Ale, it was all of us. We did this."

It takes a while for all the girls to spread on the field but when they do your eyes instinctively scan the field for a familiar blonde ponytail.

You see Chloe sitting on the side of the pitch, seemingly not having moved since the final whistle. Lauren Hemp is by her side rubbing a hand down Chloe's back. She notices your approach and leaves the two of you alone. You sit down beside her and for a while neither of you talk. The atmosphere is tense and you feel like if you don't say something soon you'll lose your mind.

"I'm sorry."

You both look at eachother before you burst out in a short fit of light giggles. When you stop laughing your smile falls slightly at the sight of Chloe's puffy eyes and you softly wipe some stray tears from her cheeks.

"I ruined it for you, I'm so sorry I-"

Chloe looked at you with surprise evident on her face. She shook her head and took one of your hands holding it tightly.

"You did what any great degender would've done. That was like, the best tackle I've seen."

You laugh and lean closer to her. You knew that your girlfriend wouldn't be upset about what happened but part of you feels guilty that you stripped her of that moment. A moment of silce washes over the both of you as Chloe plays with you hands.

"We failed."

Her words were soft and defeated, so different from her usual loud and confident attitude, that it tugged on your heart strings painfully. You placed your hand on her face and softly urged her to look up to you.

"You didn't fail Chloe. You finished second in the world cup. I understand how painful it is to get so close to a trophy just to lose it on the last minute but failing is not even making it past the group stage or getting eliminated in the round of 16. You did amazing, I'm so proud of you."

Your insides feel warm when a big grin breaks it's way into Chloe's face.

"God, I wish I could kiss you right now."

You laugh and nod in agreement but there's no rush. You'll have all the time in the world to spent on celebrating your win with your girlfriend. Your little bubble pops when you notice Alexia beckoning you to get up. You guess it's time for the ceremony. You turn to Chloe one last time and smile. She pats your cheek and gets up before helping you rise off the pitch as well.

"Come on world champion, you have a trophy to lift."

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agua-cat · 5 months ago

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RELIC HOLDERS - APHMAU

Please note this is a rewritten version of Minecraft Diaries, what is here is not completely canon to the universe and I have taken various creative liberties to create what I think is a satisfactory story. Some of these choices for the relic holders are NOT forever, as some relics get passed onto other people. This list, however, is pretty definitive.

I asked my friends if I should write starting from Aphmau or Laurence. They all chose Aphmau and I probably have the least amount of lore for her so let's see what we can crack out.

Let us Begin

There are many words to describe the lady of Phoenix Drop, though I thing a perfect one is ''Enigma''. From the very beginning, Aphmau was never normal. She was self-aware of the world she resided in to a unique degree, she could make different choices and unravel a story with her at its core.

Who she was had never truly been queried. She knew her name was Aphmau and she knew she had a village to look after. Shortly after the confrontation in the Irene Dimension with Zane, Aphmau found herself back in her old house. Her sons grown and her flame of motivation threatening to flicker out.

It was lucky then that day, Hyria came to visit. Lucinda's mother had gotten worried since some news about Laurence had broken out, and for some reason her daughter always seemed enamoured with him. During her visit, however, guilt burdened her every time she set her eyes on Aphmau's house. She had to tell Aphmau.

So, Aphmau knows that she is Irene. To what extent she believes it, she's not sure. Goddesses are supposed to be all powerful, all knowing. Even when Hyria comforts her that she was supposed to forget- the answer seems too easy. Too convenient. Aphmau wants to strive for answers beyond the blanket layer of information she was given.

Beginning the start of Season 2 for our rewrite is when markings begin to decorate Aphmau's skin. Beautiful glowing marks that define her easily; this woman is not human. She is not even mortal. Despite this, her closest friends are not put off by her change of appearance and keep her close.

Garroth brings her with him when the threat of Zane becomes evermore present once more. Zane, who now has gotten Laurence on his side. Laurence; with Shad's relic.

Every time Aphmau thinks of Shad- or Laurence- her heart pulses. She swears she can feel an echoing voice in her head. Something which tries to guide her, something with a lot more bloodlust than she could ever dream to have. Something Divine.

Travis offers her to recreate the Divine Warriors- to right the wrongs the 6 legends had before them in communication and to make something bigger and better than the burden that had been set upon their shoulders. Since she agreed, her divinity stopped hiding itself so much.

Piercing white pupils glow within her Irises. Perhaps one day they will be a pure white like the Matrons.

Becoming Irene is something that scares Aphmau. She doesn't want to be someone she seemed so keen to run away from the past. Aphmau wants to try again- this time, correctly.

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HEYY SO. I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD. I'll probably post some more stuff about Aphmau as I go- I know right now as it goes this is all very ominous and a lot of information though!

I'm really sorry if the timeline doesn't 100% add up! A lot of my information is from nostalgia, memory and wiki's. I wish I had the time to rewatch MCD ;;

Consider this rewrite as of current from past the Irene Dimension fight. There will be information and rewrites from before that period that I'm working for but you know me! I like to start in the ocean and work my way back to the creek.

Thank you for reading. Your reblogs have made my day and give me so much more confidence in sharing something I've been passionate and yet nervous about. <3 Let me know if you need any clarification.

P.S. Whilst I am happy to take criticism or discuss this in further detail, that may be best for DMs! My DMs are ALWAYS open, and I promise I'm friendly :)

#aphmau #minecraft #minecraft diaries #rewrite #aphmau mcd #mcd aphmau #divine warriors #irene #divine warrior #relic holder #relic holders #aphblr #aphmau fanart #artists on tumblr

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gregorovitch-adler · 5 months ago

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AO3 Wrapped (Writers' Edition).

Thanks for tagging me, @lisbeth-kk and @gaylilsherlock!

1. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

That I developed a genuine hyperfixation over an OT3 (Sherlock x John x Mariana). Enough that I wrote several fics (including a smutty one) about it.

I'm not even that big of a shipper in most fandoms (I tend to be a non-shipper generally), but even when I do start shipping something, it usually just involves 2 characters at a time.

Especially with the case of John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.

A year ago, I never would have imagined shipping either of them with anyone else apart from each other (because I'm generally not a multi-shipper).

It changed this year because the friendship among these three in the canon of the podcast Sherlock & co is just that good.

It was a very pleasant surprise to me. :))

Expanding my usual writing style from writing about strictly monogamous relationships (and that too usually just about Johnlock) to including a third character - and thus a polyam relationship in my fic writing - was a little challenging though.

A very interesting challenge, of course. ;)

2. How many WIP's do you have in your docs for next year?

Just one case fic right now. It's definitely going to increase.

3. Your favorite character to write this year?

Gustavo Fring from Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul!

I know I didn't write a lot of fics about him this year, I'm just featuring him during this December fluff (fluffcember) prompts challenge, but still.

He'll always be my favourite antagonist.

If you've watched these two shows, you'll realise he's not even a villain. All significant characters (especially Walter White) have various degrees of villainy under their belts.

Something about him being such a no-nonsense kinda guy on the surface, never saying a word beyond what's necessary in the source material (especially in Breaking Bad), but all of that just being a façade to cover up his human side (i.e., his feelings for Max, his determination to avenge Max's death, his genuine respect for his employees at Los Pollos Hermanos and everything else) is extremely interesting and delightful to me.

In Tumblr-speak, I want to place Gustavo Fring under my microscope. 🤭

And then there's John Watson, of course. He's my all time favourite. But this year, I just felt the need to write about Gustavo Fring too a bit more.

Also, Irene Adler is my wife. ☺ I loved writing Mollrene ficlets in December this year.

Here's to featuring her in my stories even more.

4. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I can't think of anyone in particular at the moment, but I did find capturing John's voice in The Veiled Lodger (my first ever Sherlock & co fanfic) a bit challenging in the beginning. Because I was only getting started with my Sherlock & co fic writing journey, and I wanted everything to be perfect.

5. What's one pairing you want to explore next year?

Gus/Max.

I'll continue to write about Sherlock x John x Mariana (and even about just Holmes/Watson), too, obviously, but yeah.

I used to be a bit hesitant about this pairing before, even though I've always loved Gus ever since I first watched Breaking Bad (in 2020).

That's because we don't see Max in canon at all, save for that one (1) flashback scene which lasts for just 5 minutes (and Max dies brutally in that one...)

So, featuring Max in a fic at all would just mean writing an OC from scratch at this point. And making an OC feel like a fleshed out character makes me feel a little nervous sometimes.

But I broke all that hesitation this year, and I hope I continue to do that next year too!

6. Did you receive any gifts this year?

Yes! I received 3 beautiful art pieces (including the one in my header image) from my friend as gifts. It was lovely. 🥰 @jamielovesjam

7. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

I did! @nowiamcoveredinyou and I wrote this fic based on ACD canon this year. We had fun.

8. What do you listen to while writing?

Nothing much, to be honest. I prefer a quiet environment.

9. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Hard to choose, but if I have to, then here you go:

Sherlock stepped forward and took John’s hands in his own.

“Watson, I’ve said this before, and I’ll repeat it now: fear is a sickness. Fear is seemingly ordinary but insidious enough to eventually put one in the shackles of one’s own imagination. Never let it get to you. I can very well face Moriarty alone. He did ask to meet me, anyway. So, this is my battle. I’ll fight it.” Sherlock visibly swallowed. “Please, go now. The lady will never find a doctor as good as you.”

From my Sherlock & co fic Dilemma. It's a modern day re-write of that one scene from The Final Problem (where Watson cannot decide whether to help the old lady or to go with Holmes to meet Moriarty with him).

I wrote it just after the Part- 1 of The Shoscombe Old Place (Sherlock & co) had aired on Spotify and YouTube (and on other platforms).

Moriarty's name had been (not so) casually dropped for the first time in the podcast when John was going through all the shoutouts.

We still don't know where they'll go with that... 👀

Enough with my rambling.

Tags: @helloliriels , @nowiamcoveredinyou , and anyone else who sees this! (No pressure).

#ao3 wrapped #writers #fanfic writing #writing #writeblr #john watson #Irene Adler #gustavo fring #maximino arciniega #my fanfics #my writing #q&a #sorta #tag games #mariana ametxazurra #snippets #fic links #more

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year ago

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Irene ~ Fluff Alphabet (Requested!)

A/N: This is my last request before I release something special before my final lecture and exam weeks. 🫶 Again, thank you for the requests! I'm so thankful for each and every one of you. Feel free to send more requests in, if you want to, that I can work on after I recover from school. ❤️

TW: None!

♡ Masterlist ♡

Affection (How do they show their affection? What love language(s) do they use?)

Irene uses gift giving as her main love language! She loves spoiling you with designer brands of your favorite products. You'll find lots of small gifts and treats from her, especially when she's been too busy to see you.

Beauty (What do they admire about their S/O? What makes their S/O beautiful?)

She'd admire someone with a more laid-back, relaxed personality. Since she works in a high energy industry, she likes having a calming force to spend her free moments with. Irene also thinks it's sweet when you do casual romantic things for her - nothing too over the top, but it still shows that you care.

Comfort (How would they help their S/O if they were having a rough day?)

As previously mentioned, she loves to spoil you and a bad day would only make her want to do this more. She'll take you to your favorite stores to go shopping for whatever you want. Irene will also give you lots of compliments if you try on clothes

Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Irene pictures a more relaxed, calmer future with her partner. She'd want to keep most of your relationship private, especially the intimate parts. Living somewhere out of the city in a nice house with you would be a dream for her.

Equal (Do they tend to be more dominant or passive in the relationship?)

Irene is definitely the dominant one in the relationship. She likes having control over planning dates to perfection so nothing goes wrong, plus she likes to snag her kisses and affection whenever she can from you.

Fight (Would they easily forgive their S/O after a fight? How would a typical fight go?)

Irene would be the person to hold her tongue before she says something hurtful, and she'd suggest that the two of you take a breather for a bit before coming back to this conversation. She isn't super argumentative, but she'll stand her ground if it's something important. After you both get some air and become less tense, you'll talk things out and hopefully come up with a compromise that keeps you both happy.

Gratitude (How grateful are they for everything that their S/O does for them?)

Irene is grateful for all that you do, but she doesn't explicitly say it. If you do something nice for her, expect to receive a small gift, a home-cooked meal, or a kiss on the cheek if she can.

Honesty (Do they tend to keep secrets from their S/O, or do they share everything?)

Although she's not super up-front with you, Irene will eventually talk with you about everything in her life. If you're like her and want to reveal yourself bit by bit, then she's totally fine with that. If you're not like her and you're honest with her right from the start, she'll be down to listen to every story that you have to share.

Inspiration (Did their S/O change them, or was it the other way around?)

You inspire Irene to continue with her work and work hard so she can see you soon, and Irene inspires you to do your best constantly because she's work so hard for you. You both inspire each other, and you bring the best out of each other.

Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

She's the silent jealous type. Irene won't say a word unless you're visibly uncomfortable or you've said no and the other party doesn't get the hint. You do notice the small pout on her face, and you're quick to kiss her worries away.

Kiss (How often do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

She likes small, quick pecks during fleeting moments because that's all you have time for most days. A kiss on the cheek and another kiss on the lips is enough to get Irene moving for the day. If she had the time, she'd love to slowly kiss you over and over again.

Lazy Day (How do they like to spend days off with their S/O?)

Days off are spent shopping online or in-person, depending on how you both feel. She'll get you all the meals as well - a healthy mix of your favorite foods and hers.

Marriage (Do they want to get married? How often do they think about marrying their S/O?)

Irene will want marriage in your shared future, of course, but she sees it much farther down the road. You both are at the peak of your careers, and if settling down includes kids, pets, or other things that will take time away from your work, then she’ll want to do it when your lives have calmed down a bit. She thinks about marriage a lot, but she won’t outright mention it unless you bring it up first.

Nicknames (What do they call their S/O?)

Dear, darling

A fan of the classic nicknames, Irene may get teased about this by her members or you but it doesn’t change what she calls you.

On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it extremely obvious to others?)

Irene acts the most like herself when she’s in a relationship. Most likely, she’ll casually mention it to one of her members and they’ll be in complete shock while Irene thought that she already told them. Overall, she’s very relaxed for the most part, but she may brag about you on occasion.

PDA (Are they very upfront with their relationship, or do they prefer to keep things quiet?)

Irene is a more private person, so she prefers for her relationship to be private. She doesn’t mind small bits of affection like cheek kisses or hand holding, and she may even engage it before you.

Quirk (Some random personality trait that makes them an excellent partner.)

Her competitive aspect makes game nights fun, especially if you’re working as a team. Irene may scold you if you make an incorrect move or whatnot, but she’s quick to cheer you on or provide encouragement if you do something well.

Romance (Are they a born romantic ready to woo their S/O at any moment, or do they struggle to spark romantic moments with their S/O?)

Irene is a bit of a natural romantic, but doing romantic acts for you makes her shy so she doesn’t do them often. She’d much prefer if you were the one doing the romantic acts so she can swoon over you.

Support (How do they help support their S/O to reach their goals?)

Irene would be all for spoiling you financially and emotionally. If a financial barrier was in your way, she’d happily take care of it so you can achieve your goals. If you’re feeling down and need someone to cheer you up, Irene is more than happy to do that for you.

Thrill (Do they like trying out new things to spice up their relationship, or do they prefer to stick to a routine?)

She definitely enjoys the routine part of your relationship since it brings her comfort after a long day. She isn’t against switching it up every now and again, so don’t be afraid to suggest new things to her!

Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

She understands you very well to the point that she can read your body language and understand if you’re uncomfortable, feeling ill, or just aren’t up for being out. Irene just… knows when you’re not well, and although she won’t give herself credit, Irene knows you very, very well.

Value (How important is the relationship to the person versus other relationships and things in their life?)

Irene puts a lot of value on your relationship even though she may not show or say it at times. She will put off work or other events just to spend time with you unless the event is immovable. You’re one of the main priorities in her life, and she wants you to know that.

Wild Card (A random fluffy headcanon that you have about the relationship?)

Although Irene isn’t a cuddly person and won’t initiate cuddles with you, she’ll happily lean into your touch and cuddle you back if you start cuddling her first. She’s not a huge physical touch person, but for you, she’ll make a large exception.

XOXO (Do they like to kiss, hug, and cuddle you? How often do they do so?)

Not huge on hugs and cuddles, but Irene will happily kiss your cheek or lips. She likes to kiss you after you get home or after you finish doing your work. Lots of kisses will be awaiting you after a big promotion or if something exciting happens in your life.

Yearning (How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

Like a mother hen, she dotes on you via text to make sure you’re taking care of yourself while she’s gone. Expect to receive money to pay for a meal or two, and you’ll have to send picture proof that you actually bought the food. She worries about you because she loves you.

Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

As stated earlier, Irene places great value in your relationship. Therefore, she’s more than willing to go to the end of the Earth for you, especially if it’s really important to you.

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Help a fan out?

Got this ask recently and since it's Sherlock/Reader it's not something I'd know anything about. Definitely an E rated fic, here is the ask:

Hi, i was told on reddit yoy might be able to help locate a long lost fanfic.

I've been scouring the internet and can't find an old fanfic, 10+ years old, anywhere. It was a Sherlock reader fanfic the followed the BBC TV show. All I remember is the oc lived in 221A or C can't remember, slightly slow burn, knew Sherlock before John came into the picture but the first chapter started with A study in Pink, the first episode, and the biggest thing I remember is Sherlock and oc being brought to Buckingham palace during the Irene Adler episode and end up doing the dirty in one of the bathrooms after Mycroft got mad at Sherlock, or both can't remember, for not wearing any clothes. Also reader/oc is caught by Moriarty and in the pool scene has a weighted vest on and he kicks her into the pool but Sherlock saves her. Sherlock is slightly dom in the series and god the wording and slight filth in the series was perfect. For the life of me I can't remember the title and it's driving me insane.

#bbc sherlock ask #sherlock x reader ask #anyone know the fic?

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bookmuseum · 2 months ago

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[REVIEW] Passing by Nella Larsen

5/5 stars (★★★★★)

"I'm beginning to believe . . . that no one is ever completely happy, or free, or safe."

While I didn't exactly find Nella Larsen's writing style all that engaging personally, I still acknowledge that Passing is brilliant and well-written. I usually don't like reading post-WWI modernist texts (reminds me too much of my high school Fitzgerald phase), but this was a gem and easy to read. Larsen's prose is so masterfully modern. It's a shame that she didn't really write more because of personal reasons, but nevertheless she's made her mark with this book. The Penguin edition of Passing has a great Introduction by Emily Bernard and explanatory notes by Thadious M. Davis, which I found to be very helpful. I'd even say Bernard's Introduction is one of the most perfect introductions I've ever come across; it's the right level of concise, analytical, critical, yet appreciative. It pays good tribute to Larsen, who, from what little I've learned from reading this book, was a phenomenal woman and writer.

Everyone who's heard of this book knows it's about a black woman "passing" for white, which is still taboo today in the 21st century. I was surprised with its queer undertones and suspenseful thriller atmosphere, especially nearing the end when things come to a head with Irene and Clare. This book is short, but very multilayered and bold in its presentation. Bernard put it so eloquently:

"Passing is about the monumental cultural transformations that took place in American society after World War I. It is about changing definitions of concepts like race and gender, and the inextricable relationship between whiteness and blackness. It is a meditation on the uneasy dynamic between social obligation and personal freedom. It dramatizes the impossibility of self-invention in a society in which nuance and ambiguity are considered fatal threats to the social order. The novel is an indictment of consumer culture and the dangers it poses to personal integrity. It reveals the power of desire to transform and unhinge us, and the lengths to which we will go to get what we want."

Much like everyone else in the novel, I found the figure of Clare Kendry to be the most absorbing. Larsen draws attention to how race is not only a social construct, but an ongoing performance that we all play -- some more willingly than others. Clare is such a confoundingly irresistible character because she "has not used her fair skin to make a political statement; she has not been passing in order to undermine and subvert the system of white supremacy. There has been no greater good. Instead she has been passing purely for personal gain." In other words, Clare decided that it's not what racism does to you, it's what racism does for you, which is so delightfully messed up! She doesn't do what she does out of anything noble like progress or pushing for reform from the inside-out. She doesn't even do it for love! Aside from considering her daughter Margery, Clare passes because it's what will give her the best advantage in a white supremacist world. And I love how Larsen displays the topic of self interest from a specifically female perspective. Clare never once interacts with her daughter in the book -- she dies before we even see her with Margery -- but her feelings towards motherhood and all its responsibilities, especially in contrast to Irene's almost possessive approach to parenting, were so thought-provokingly feminist: "I think . . . that being a mother is the cruellest thing in the world." When she announces she's never going to be pregnant again because the first time around she'd been so riddled with anxiety that her baby will turn out dark, I couldn't help but see a sort of bravery in her, but I was also in disbelief that she'd even risk becoming a mother for that same reason.

Clare is in every way the modernist first-wave New Woman. Like a lot of books in this vein, Larsen could've easily set up Passing to be totally anti-Clare; she could've portrayed her as this selfish and ambitious bitch who chooses individual comfort, status, and pleasure over her own race. But Clare isn't a Judas figure, Clare is "a hunter, stalking the margins of racial identity, hungry for forbidden experience" and "stepping always on the edge of danger." So much more juicy! Bernard labels her as a "gambler, playing the high stakes game of racial roulette" who considered passing as a "sport, and she is unrivaled in her technique." Larsen managed to infuse Clare with so much toxic complexity. Like Irene, I couldn't take my eyes away from her for a moment. Yet, of course, Clare is "ultimately an invention of forces outside of her control. As a consummate New Woman, Clare Kendry is an emblem of the pleasures and dangers of material culture, in which even identities are disposable." She's both coquette antagonist and tragic heroine.

Before I read Passing, I came into the book thinking I would be on Irene's side the entire time, but once I found out more about Clare and saw her in action, I couldn't help but be more sympathetic and even impressed. Even though she doesn't have a grand ulterior motive beyond her own selfishness and desire for materiality, she's still got the guts to try, which is its own form of resistance and tenacity -- qualities that certainly would've been praised had she been a black male protagonist. I love that Larsen presents Clare as an opportunist with little to no internalized racism against herself: "[I]t wasn't racial self-hatred that catapulted Clare into whiteness; it was the shabby room. Clare passed for white because she hated being poor, not being black." I can't exactly say I totally agree with Bernard on this statement -- clearly being black and poor cannot be separated, and there are instances when Clare does hint she wishes she hadn't been born "different," but that doesn't necessarily imply race. Bernard even admits, "All passing narratives are about class as much as they are about race." What adds to this point is that Clare doesn't have a moment of clarity or realizes she's "gone too far" or that it's "too late;" throughout the novel she clearly expresses her desire to reunite with her black roots and doesn't try to overly victimize herself. She admits, ". . . For I am lonely, so lonely . . . cannot help longing to be with you again, as I have never longed for anything before." Yet even this confession feels duplicitous and forced. I have no doubt she means some of it, but not all of it. She's so manipulative and insincere; you never know when she's being genuine, you can only guess, which is understandably infuriating. Irene gets extremely annoyed with how Clare perfectly handles everything on an invisible high horse, which to Irene translates as mocking scorn. It's also really hard to disentangle Clare's motives and personal feelings since we never get any insight into her perspective, just Irene's, and she's such a deliciously unreliable narrator who lowkey loses her grip on reality as the book progresses: "I feel like the oldest person in the world with the longest stretch of life before me." I love how we never really know for sure if Clare and Irene's husband Brian are having an affair. The corrosive psycho-sexual love triangle dynamic between those three was amazing, and I loved that Larsen never once makes Brian the focal point because he was the character I cared about the least. Irene could not convince me he was a good guy; he was such a tool for the entire book that, even though I knew Irene and Clare could never just get together and raise their kids as joint lesbian mothers, I still found myself wishing it were possible. The men in this book are so overwhelmingly disappointing and incompetent.

By contrast to her husband, Irene was such an unlikeable yet harrowingly complex character. I found her hypocrisy and double standards for Clare and not herself to be enthralling. It's interesting that Larsen decided to have the two women reunite after over a decade of not seeing each other at a hotel where they're both "passing" as white, and then Irene proceeds to spend the rest of the novel hounding on Clare for her life decisions. I'm not exactly saying she has no right to judge as a fellow black woman, but she even admits she hadn't thought of Clare once in the last few years since she'd seen her. She couldn't care less about anything outside of her own life until Clare comes back, which hints to a similar egoism and ambitious self-interest that they both ironically share. It's so interesting how when they see each other again, Clare instantly recognizes "'Rene" but Irene has no clue who she is; to the point that she starts panicking because this unknown white woman was staring at her and could potentially get her kicked out of the all-white hotel she's "passing" in. When Irene does recognize Clare, her feelings towards her are animatedly hot and cold, which only snowballs as the plot progresses over the next few years after their first encounter. Irene is both (sexually) attracted and repelled by Clare, with the former often winning out more than not until everything turns disastrous. That scene when Clare declares that she'd do anything to get what she wants, even kill someone, was so haunting because you knew she was foreshadowing her own death by Irene's hands. Irene was so scared of her in that moment because she knew she was also capable of doing the same thing -- and she does! The murder/accidental fall scene was brilliant, especially since Clare dies "instantly" and we're never given a chance for the women to have a real conversation with each other.

The mean girls frenemies dynamic was so intense. Really erotic too. As a woman of color, I wholly understand Irene's fury towards her old friend (or frenemy), especially when she finds out that Clare married a rich racist white man who unknowingly calls her racial slurs to her face. That scene with Clare, Irene, and their friend Gertrude meeting Jack Bellew for the first time was hypnotically surreal. Every person of color can vouch for an experience like that, when a white person oversteps and thinks they're allowed to say whatever they want, and you're helpless and bound by unspoken racial laws and obligations to oneself. Irene's mixed anxiety, anger, and even excitement were so spot-on. What makes it even more enticing is how Clare enjoys the danger and precariousness of the situation -- even though she has the most to lose, she's the one who's having the most fun. It's twisted yet so relatable, in a way. I don't know how to explain it; there's so much power in having the last laugh -- so much so that you can totally dismiss all the methods you used to get it. Bernard is right in that "Clare is an artist -- perhaps a con artist, but an artist all the same." Even though she meets a horrible end, I can't get her devious smile out of my head.

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yourbravestpigeon · 4 months ago

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Grandpa AU - January 2023

“This week was even worse”, Lady Gauntes announced as soon as Alberich picked up the call. “It’s supposed to get easier, not harder.”

“Three weeks now, huh?”, he asked, phone wedged between his chin and ear. He was sorting through a laundry basket, looking for something to wear to their monthly visit to the opera. Tonight it was Turandot, Puccini’s last work. It was one of many musical versions of Gozzi’s famous fairytale, centered around a Chinese princess with no intention to marry and an impressive kill count. Alberich had seen it on stage more times than he could count, but he couldn’t seem to grow tired of it.

“Three weeks exactly”, Lady Gauntes confirmed, voice devoid of emotion.

“It won’t be the same without him.”

“It won’t.”

After the funeral, Alberich had read a couple online articles on grief support, and he remembered reading ‘acknowledge their loss’. He wasn’t sure this counted as acknowledging, but it was true that it would be weird going just the two of them. The Gaunteses had been so defined by each other that it seemed odd they hadn’t gotten buried in a joint coffin.

There was a pause, and Lady Gauntes cleared her throat. “I’m not sure I can do this tonight.”

“Oh?” Alberich smoothed out the shirt he’d just procured. Without her he would skip the high-end restaurant, but he might still go see the opera. He’d been looking forward to it since November, and the timing was perfect really: he’d just been invited to co-author a paper on Les Mille et un jours, and although Turandot probably wouldn’t feature heavily in it, it was a nice coincidence.

“It feels wrong to go without him.”

“Yeah”, Alberich agreed, getting up to look for the matching jacket to the slacks he was wearing.

“Right now I can’t imagine ever setting foot in there again.”

“Totally.” Respect the person’s way of grieving, the articles had said.

“I can’t even… really think about it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He knew the jacket was somewhere in his wardrobe. Or in his car, maybe? He’d last worn it to Irene and Kai’s engagement party.

“Could we just dine at your place?”

Alberich froze, taken aback by the suggestion. That was certainly not how they did things in their noncommittal friendship, or at least not how they’d done them the past 20 years. It wasn’t like the Gaunteses had never been to his apartment, but those instances hadn’t usually exceeded visits to the bathroom before they’d gotten in a car together. They’d certainly never involved him cooking dinner.

“Eh”, he stalled, mentally reviewing the supplies in his kitchen. All things considered, it was mostly a lot of porridge. Definitely not much to impress a self-proclaimed noblewoman. “Sure”, he agreed nonetheless. As long as she didn’t want to go through photos of her husband together, he supposed she could spend an evening moping on his couch. “I guess I could make… a soup, or something.”

“What kind of soup?”

Now he actually walked over to the kitchen, glancing at countertops and opening some shelves.

“One that involves lots of potatoes and one onion.”

“So we’re having potato soup on a Saturday night…?”

“Yes.”

There was a brief pause, and he could picture her face right now, exploring all possible avenues before reaching a verdict. He started looking for his peeler.

“Could you make the creamy kind?”, she inquired.

“Probably not.”

“Ah. So you’re making a Scottish one?”

“What would that be?”

“The version for poor people.”

“I’m not poor”, he replied. “I just don’t waste my income on luxury foods.”

“Do you have cream? And some parmesan?”

“I have milk.”

Lady Gauntes sighed. “Fine. Let me know what you’ve got at home and we’ll run by the store on our way-…” She caught her mistake, words grinding to a halt. “I mean I will-…”

There was a dreadful silence that felt a lot like repressed tears. Alberich waited a minute to see if she’d catch herself again; she usually did. She hadn’t cried at the funeral, just stared everyone down with a vengefulness as if she found it preposterous none of the guests had offered to die of lung cancer in lieu of her husband.

“Are you okay?”, Alberich asked into the quiet.

“Mhm”, came a noise that sounded like a chipmunk might have made it.

“I’ll go buy cream”, he promised nervously. “Anything else you want in the soup?”

“Make sure it’s heavy cream”, Lady Gauntes squeezed out before she abruptly hung up.

Alberich strolled through the isles, looking for things you’d buy for a visitor who was likely to cry during their stay. He’d added tissues to the cream and carrots he’d gotten for the soup, but other than that he was unsure, roaming the store in pursuit of inspiration. He considered getting ice cream, then figured that might just be for breakup tears. Passing the tobacco products sparked a thought, but Lady Gauntes would probably not be too crazy about cigarettes right now. And even if he was mistaken, he should still have his packet of job interview cigarettes somewhere in his apartment.

In the end, he just settled for booze. He’d only ever seen the woman drink red wines more expensive than his salary, but if push came to shove cheap white rum would have to do tonight. And if she didn’t end up drinking it, he could just add it to the stock Nikita had started piling up in their office in anticipation of his thesis defense.

He didn’t know if you could use a self-checkout if you were buying alcohol, so he got in line for the normal one and started googling recipes for creamy potato soup as he waited.

For a recipe that had easy in its title it sure required a lot of kitchen gadgets Alberich didn’t have. The most imminent problem was his lack of blender (‘if you don’t have an immersion blender, a normal one works fine’, he’d read with dwindling amusement), but at least ‘stock pot’ just seemed to be a fancy word for a normal pot.

He also hadn’t bought celery or cheese, but it had almost been his turn at the register when he’d seen and so he’d figured they’d have to live without. At least he had ham in his fridge he could add instead of the chopped bacon the recipe demanded.

Google didn’t help answer the question if you could make mashed potatoes and mix that with the broth to achieve the same effect as blending it, so he just cut everything into very small pieces and plunged it into the water. He upped the heat, changed the radio channel because it was driving him crazy, then stirred in the milk-cream-flour mix and the ham. If you didn’t compare it to the picture on the recipe website, the result looked decent enough, even with the non-blended vegetables floating about. Maybe he’d tell Lady Gauntes it was a Bolivian potato soup.

That being done he cleaned enough paper off the kitchen table to have space to eat and then walked over to his CD shelves. If he ended up missing the opera, he’d at least listen to it at home. Margaret had gotten him a Turandot once, and he was pretty sure he hadn’t thrown it away.

#the invisible library #fanfiction #grandpa au #alberich #lady gauntes #follow for more recipes

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scootatwoni · 2 years ago

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Some random BRC headcanons!

Contains spoilers so read at your own risk!

- in-game Red has made a comment about not remembering Solace, despite Solace referring to Felix as his friend. On one hand, this could be chalked up to not getting all his memories back, but I imagine Felix genuinely doesn't remember Solace. He ran into Solace at some point, got him out of a sticky situation and just continued on with his day, not thinking much about his good deed. But Solace remembered! He started looking up to Felix after that, following and watching his hero from afar.

- Post-game they properly got to know one another and became friends tho :^) much to Tryce's dismay Felix isn't phased at all by Solace's...whole thing. Felix is chill!

- feel free to correct me if this actually canon and Im not remembering but i headcanon that Felix, Faux and DJ Cyber were in a crew together (I know that Felix and Faux were but I'm unsure if DJ was included in that lol)

- The Pre-game catalyst that i imagine lead up to the events of the game: One night when Faux and Felix were skating around tagging, they got caught by the police. The misdemeanor wasn't especially harsh, but ofc Faux still has his record scrubbed. He managed to get his dad to scrub Felix's record too, but only after Felix promised to keep everything to himself.

- Felix kept his word, but he was pretty frustrated by Faux's lies and couldn't stomach lying by omission to DJ CYBER. In the end Felix split from the crew and went solo.

- Felix felt as though he could prove to Faux he didn't need to cheat and rely on his dad to go All City. And going solo seemed like the perfect plan to Felix. Once he went All City, Faux would see the error of his ways and fess up, right?

- well...we know how that went! 🪜😔

- Irene was able to save Escher from project Algo while she was still running the anti-corruption department before she left to join the BRC. He unfortunately lost some memories in the process, but he's totally fine and definitely wasn't killed or disappeared after that one cutscenes. He's fine :^) I'm sure of it!!!

#i had more but i lost steam while writing this lol oops #brc #bomb rush cyberfunk #scout.txt #brc spoilers #bomb rush cyberfunk spoilers

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rosetheex-editor · 1 year ago

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(OOC WARNING: THE TRANSCRIPT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD, VIOLENCE, DROWNING, AND HEAVY GORE. PLEASE READ BELOW THE CUT AT YOUR OWN RISK.]

[Video transcript start.]

[The transcript begins with someone holding the phone, they are seemingly in the backseat of a vehicle as it drives down a road. The song “Barbie girl” can be heard over the car radio, seemingly everyone is enjoying it.]

?: I didn't even know that song was still played on the radio.

[Voice identified: Ness Kylie Hoffson.]

?: Never gets old, though!

[Voice Identified: William Keane.]

Ne: Fair enough, though I really should ask one more time… Where the fuck are we driving to?

?: Abandoned fuckin’... aquarium or something? Right Cass?

[Voice identified: Becky.]

[The man mentioned, Cassius, is singing along to the song with a few others, he gives Becky a thumbs up, his other hand is out of the car. There are no hands on the steering wheel.]

W: DRIVE.

Ne: THERE IS STILL SOMEONE IN THIS CAR THAT WILL ACTUALLY DIE DIE FROM THAT!

[Cassius places one hand back on the steering wheel, but that doesn’t seem to improve the driving quality. In fact, it may have made it worse.]

Ne: Why do we keep letting him drive, no offense I know he's the boss and all… But if he crashes, Showfall can bring all of y'all back in the event of death… Not me.

Be: We let him drive because all of us have crashed before. He’s got a perfect fuckin’ record somehow.

C: I only crash on purpose! And I won’t be doing that with you in the car.

Ne: Thanks… I think.

W: That's a good thing, don't worry. Plus, I can't drive.

Ne: Yeah uh, me and tones are going to be tough… I definitely didn't only get 5 hours of sleep.

?: ‘s fine. I got… 10 minutes?

[Voice identified: Adelia.]

?: Adelia! That’s unhealthy!

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

Ad: Girl, I saw you eating a giant bag full of marshmallows the other night, you can’t say shit.

O: That’s fair.

Ne: [Muttering.] I mean I ate a whole thing of ice cream the other night. Marshmallows are better in the grand scheme of things.

O: We all know the details, right?

W: Uh. Do we?

Ne: Uh… Did you guys tell me? I might have forgotten, honestly…

O: Oh, shit. Whoops. Alright. So! This group of conspiracy theorists have been… an issue before. But they’ve never gotten close to the truth like this before. There’s ten in total. We need to make sure nothing they’ve found out gets out. If even one word gets out to the public, we’d be in deep shit.

Ne: So uh, why do y'all need me?

?: Same reason we needed you last time. You’re a pretty valuable asset.

[Voice identified: Irene.]

Ne: I fucked shit up last time… Kinda a bad example don't you think?

O: I’ve fucked up jobs WAYYYY worse than that. You’re fine.

C: Like that one time in the 50s?

O: NO NO NO SHUT UP, DON’T BRING THAT UP. IT’S EMBARRASSING.

Ne: WAIT, HOLD ON… Is this like a… Murder job?

Be: Likely, yeah. Is that going to be a problem?

Ne: I've uh… Besides that one time never murdered anyone or watched someone be murdered in person.

C: Didn’t you watch a man get a crowbar jammed into his head?

Ne: Oh yeah… Forgot about that.

Ir: We need to invest in crowbars, those things look like they work super well!

Ne: Yeah um… Anyway, why exactly do you need me? How do I fit in?

Be: An honorary member is still kinda a member, also, Ophelia likes having you around.

O: That’s true!

Ne: Oh… Um, well I like hanging out with you guys so uh. Fair enough!

[Ness laughs, very obviously tired.]

C: Ness, have you ever been to an aquarium?

Ne: Maybe once when I was little, even then I don't know.

C: Nice, I remember bringing Naomi to one when she was like, 15. I think it might’ve even been this one. It got shut down for animal mistreatment a while back. And I definitely had nothing to do with them getting reported for it.

W: That's brilliant, dude!

C: Thanks. I… hm. I keep forgetting how out of the way that place is.

W: Are they, like, cool places to go to?

C: Depends, if you think abandoned buildings are cool, then yeah.

W: I did mean aquariums, but abandoned places are pretty cool!

C: Ah, shit. Yeah, aquariums are neat. If they treat the animals correctly.

Ne: I enjoy abandoned buildings… Probably helped that I lived in one for a few weeks when I first got here.

W: That definitely would I think.

Ne: Ugh, I really should have gotten more sleep…

[Ness yawns, shaking the camera.]

Ad: Aw, fuck. Now I need to yawn. When we get back, I’m taking a nap.

Ne: Speaking of sleep, I know Rose has been getting some… But Will, has Sparrow been sleeping or?

W: I..think. After the last few nights, not so much.

C: Hm. You should try setting a curfew or something.

Ne: Seeing as Peony is now in Rose's computer last I checked, that would probably fail.

C: They’re a child. They need the rest.

W: We've been trying, but if they don't listen it's kind of hard! We were teaching Peony how to play uno though!

O: Aww! I love uno! We can’t play it anymore, though.

C: Sorry.

Ne: Wha-

W: Ended in murder?

C: Look, it’s not my fault that Alexander decided to stack every +4 he had against me! I don’t even know why or how he had all of those. It was ridiculous.

Ne: Yeah uh… Fucking hell.

Ad: It was funny, though.

Ne: Yeah I bet… Still wild to hear though.

C: We’re close, by the way. Hold on to something, gotta make a few turns, and I’m going 125.

Ne: If I crash into someone again I'm not being held accountable.

O: Eden was the only one upset about that, and she’s not here, you should b–

[Ophelia is cut off by tires screeching, as the car takes a very sharp turn, jostling everyone around, the only thing heard is shouting for a few seconds. Along with laughter, likely from Cassius.]

Ne: JESUS FUCK-

W: SHIT-

Ad: CASS WHAT THE FUCK–

C: I warned you!

Ne: NOT ABOUT THE SHARP-

[Ness cuts herself off with a hiss of pain, her arms seen in frame grabbing at her head.]

C: Ooh, my bad.

W: Shit, you okay?

Ne: I hit my head on the door, owie.

Ir: Ah, that looks like it smarts. Yikes.

Ne: Yes, but fuck it we ball anyway.

[The car stops abruptly, Cassius turns in his seat.]

C: We’re here.

Ne: I'm not gonna need a disguise or anything am I?

W: if all goes well? Nah, you should be fine!

[Cassius opens the door and hops out, the rest of the PR team follows suit.]

[Ness stumbles out of the car, falling on the ground with the camera going dark before being put in one of her jacket pockets refocusing.]

W: Oh fuck! You ok?

Ne: I'll live. ‘Tis but a flesh wound.

[Ness removes a glove in front of the camera revealing she somehow scraped up her right hand through the glove.]

Ne: Literally.

W: Give me your hand for a sec?

Ne: My hand isn't Adam, I can't take it off when I want.

W: I did mean the figure of speech but that is true. May I see your hand then?

[Ness shows her scraped up hand to Will, holding it out.]

[William comes into frame, its face obscured. He pulls out antibacterial wipes from his pockets, and gently cleans the scrape before placing a plaster on it.]

W: There, done!

Ne: Thanks… So uh, what's the plan boss?

C: While you two were doing that, we sent Adelia and Becky in, they’re going to scope it out and report back.

Ne: Oh, fair enough. Am I going to have to kill anyone?

O: Only if you want to.

Ne: Cool. Um… So can I ask a question?

O: Sure! Shoot!

Ne: How uh, how does Showfall view me helping PR?

O: Um.

[Ophelia looks away.]

W: They. Don't know. I don't think.

Ne: Oh, probably a good thing right? I'd imagine I'd kinda be just a little screwed if they found out.

O: Er, yeah. A little.

Ne: Hm… Anyway, how have y'all been?

W: Shit, honestly.

O: I’ve been fine, and I can understand why you’d be not… doing well.

Ne: Hm… Well, I hope you get to feeling better, Will.

O: The rest of PR has been doing… okay? I think? Nicholas has been annoying the fuck out of everyone by being loud, but that’s about it.

Ir: Yeah, I’ve been good, Cass?

[No response.]

W:..Cass?

[Cassius says nothing, staring at his watch with a concerned expression.]

W: What's wrong?

C: Text from Becky. They have weapons. We might need to go in now.

W: fuck, okay.

Ne: Ight… Ok.

[Ness hops up, beginning to quietly hum.]

C: Be ready for anything, guys. I honestly have no idea what this group is capable of. Alexander didn’t know much, so we have nothing to work with.

Ne: That's… Not great.

[Cassius nods, and begins to make his way to the entrance.]

Ne: Will, you ready?

W: Ready as I can be, I guess! You can still back out if you want to, we won't take it personally?

Ne: No it's fine, I'll be fine.

W: ..if you're sure!

[William follows Cassius, smiling at Ness.]

[Ness follows both of them, seemingly more worried then the other two. As seen in her extremely slow footsteps.]

[As soon as everyone is at the door, Cassius opens it, and steps inside. The group is immediately greeted by 10 people in red clothing, only matching in color. Adelia and Becky are both in the center of the main area, which is filled with glass tanks, some of which are still filled with green murky water, such as the main tank, which appears to have water all the way to the top. With a small hatch as an entrance. One of the people appears to recognize Cassius, and turns bright red with pure rage.]

?: YOU!

C: Wh–

Ne: WHO?

W: which of us-

?: YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU HAVE A LOT OF NERVE SHOWING YOUR FACE AROUND HERE! FUCK YOU!

C: Oh my fucking god. I know this guy.

W: You're shitting me. That guys gonna go straight for you, mate.

C: Look, it’s not my fault that he thinks I’m the reason his daughter is… well. Hm.

Ne: SHOULD I RUN?

C: Nah, you should be good. If Eden got her fighting skills from her fathers side, then you’ll be fine.

Ne: Oh.

W: Oh! It's him!

C: Yeah… um. I need to make a quick phone call.

[Cassius types something on his watch, and starts talking into it.]

C: Yo, Eden. You said you hated your dad, right?

?: [Over the watch.] Uh, yeah? Why?

[Voice identified: Eden.]

C: Well, he’s here right now. Can I…?

E: Yeah, sure. Go ahead. I don’t give a shit.

[Cassius hangs up.]

C: We’ve been given the go ahead. Let’s get this over with.

Ne: Yep.

W: On it.

Ne: Let me just.

[Ness places a rubber band around her pocket with the camera.]

Ne: Ok! I'm ready.

[Cassius dashes forward, the metal spider-like limbs appearing as he moves, he manages to punch one of the people in red, sending them to the ground with a yelp of pain and surprise.]

[Ness follows suit, running forward and decking one of the people in the jaw, knocking them to the ground with a shout.]

[The Archivist ended up darting to the left, lunging at someone just out of the camera's view.]

Ne: OK WHAT’S THE PLAN!

O: NO IDEA! JUST FUCK SHIT UP, I GUESS?

Ne: OH I'M GOOD AT THAT!

O: GREAT! SAME HERE!

[Ness picks one of the people up on her shoulders, dropping them on her knee. A pop heard as Ness grabs her kneecap for a moment.]

?: HEY! ASSHOLE! LOOK UP HERE!

[Ness looks up the camera in the pocket following suit.]

?: NOT YOU, THE… OTHER BLONDE ONE!

C: What? What do you–

[The camera reveals the speaker on top of the main tank, holding Will by the arm tightly near the entrance hatch to the tank.]

?: Make one more fucking move, and I drop this fucker into the damn water.

W: let fucking go of me- Ignore this prick!

[Cassius mutters something inaudible, but likely in french, before breaking into a sprint, running to get to the top of the tank. He arrives within seconds, barely stopping before tackling the man into the green water of the tank. The two fight violently, almost fully seen through the glass. Blood seeps into the water as they battle, the struggle causing the grime at the bottom of the tank to be stirred up. A quiet metal clang can be heard at the top, but it goes unnoticed.]

W: CASS!

[The thrashing in the water finally subsides after 18 seconds, and Cassius attempts to resurface now that he has won, only to find that the entrance to the tank had been shut during the struggle. He swims back down to the glass, and attempts to break it with his shoulder, but to no avail.]

W: SOMEONE TRY TO BREAK THE GLASS! I'M TRYING TO GET THIS OPEN!

[Ness runs over, limping from the injured kneecap. Starting to punch the glass.]

[Cassius attempts to punch it as well, and when that doesn’t work, he tries to kick it. Still nothing. He bangs on the glass with a flat palm, eyes wide, staring at Ness. His strength rapidly fading.]

W: IT- IT'S JAMMED! I CANT- I CAN'T OPEN IT!

Ne: [Audibly crying.] GET A FUCKING HAMMER! SOMEONE FIND SOMETHING PLEASE!

[Ness switches to hitting the glass with her forearm, blood from her hands smearing on the glass.]

O: A LITTLE PREOCCUPIED, I’M SORRY!

[Cassius opens his mouth, and tries to shout the words ‘Help me, please.’ But all that comes out are bubbles. His hands go to his throat, clawing desperately at it. The burning from the lack of oxygen likely feeling like actual torture. After a few seconds of this, his movements slow, and finally stop. He now floats motionless in the tank.]

W: NO. NONONONONO! FUCK!

[Ness continues trying to break the glass, now using her already injured kneecap. Still nothing.]

Ne: GOD DAMNIT FUCKING HELP!

Be: Holy fucking shit, I– god, that– okay!

[Becky can be heard sprinting over, she stops right beside Ness.]

[Will can be heard sprinting down the metal steps, and jumping from a semi-safe distance to the floor next to them. From what the camera glimpses, it is distraught. One side of his face is covered in tears.]

Ne: PLEASE! NONONONONO.

[A pair of footsteps approach Ness from behind, someone off to the side shrieks, and a second pair joins the mix.]

Ne: Wha-

[Ness turns around to see one of the people in red running directly at her with a large knife in hand, the person almost reaches her, but is knocked out of the way by Ophelia. The previous attacker lunges at Ophelia, sending both of them to the ground; they attempt to stab Ophelia, but she easily catches their arm. Ophelia then turns to Ness, about to say something, but her voice dies as she sees the tank behind Ness. Her grip on the person's arm loosens, and they manage to sink the knife into xer throat. Xe stares at them for a few seconds as blood steadily flows from the stab wound. Zer eyes fill with tears from the pain, and she goes limp.]

Ne: I… O- Ophelia..?

[Ness begins seemingly laughing and sobbing, a pain response. She begins slowly moving over to Ophelia.]

Ne: O- Ophelia… It's n- Not funny…

?: HA! Two down! [Aside.] Guys, we can d–

[Ness cuts the figure off, jamming a knife into their chest right before ripping their throat out. Kicking the figure to the floor to pull the knife out.]

[The Archivist passes the camera, a blur of motion, patting Ness on the back gently before setting off again, lunging at another person in red. He bites down on their shoulder, sending the person down as it attacks them. The Archivist proceeds to simply mutilate anywhere it can reach. He goes for their eyes first, pressing it's claws fingers into the Individual's eyes as a sickening squelching sound is heard. The person barely has time to scream before A attacks them again, this time tearing at their face. Chunks of skin and viscera alike are seen to be flying around the victim person, before The Archivist begins to tear at their chest. The crunch of bone is picked up by the camera as its hand reaches into their chest, and pulls out a still-squirming heart. The figure goes limp, and for good measure it swiftly grabs their head and twists it.]

[Off to the side, Adelia can be seen with her hand on someone's jaw, feet planted on their shoulders, and one hand on their head. She yanks their jaw off of their skull, and blood flies upwards as she does. Becky is nearby stomping someone's ribs in, her legs getting coated in red as well.]

[Ness runs forward, grabbing a crowbar and spinning towards a figure in red. Jamming the crowbar sharp end first into the person's face, the rusted metal of the crowbar can be barely seen in the person's mouth and left eye socket. They fall limp as Ness and the camera begin looking around.]

[Ness stops on Irene for a little, watching as she sits on someone's torso, twirls a knife in the air, and makes several surgically precise cuts, opening the person up and jamming the knife into their insides. Ness looks away.]

Ne: [Between laughing and tears.] W- where… Where…

[A turns, a murderous glint slowly leaving its eye as it settles on Ness.]

A/W: ..hm?

Ne: Person. Where are the people?

[The Archivist jerks its head in the direction behind Ness, the glint returning as its sight settles on the anarchy behind her.]

[Ness continues turning until finally spotting someone, their hands in front of them pleading.]

?: YOU’RE BOTH FUCKING MONSTERS! BOTH OF YOU DESERVE TO BURN IN HE-

[Ness runs up and kicks the man in one of his legs, breaking it with an inhuman snap. Doing the same to the other one, before stabbing the man multiple times in the arms and chest. He screams as Ness jams a knife into his gut, dragging it across his stomach causing multiple sets of intestines to fall out along with blood. She drops the man down and continues stabbing him again and again and again.]

Ne: [Laughing.] DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DI- Di- die…

[Ness drops the knife, staring at the dead body in front of her before moving back, looking around to see other dead bodies, Ness stops at The Archivist.]

[The Archivist's head tilts at her, somewhat confused.]

Ne: [Crying.] What did I just do..?

A/W: Bad human. Helped. [It's voice sounds mechanically distorted.]

Ne: [Crying.] Your voice… Why is your voice like that?

[It makes a confused sound, and touches its throat hesitantly. Shaking his head, it scampers over to Ness.]

Ne: Will… I murdered three people.

A/W: Same number. As me.

Ne: What… Is with your voice?

A/W: The Archivist.

Ne: I thought… You were William?

A/W: Mhm.

Ne: I don't… Fucking care what Showfall calls you. I'm calling you Will.

A/W: Hm.

Ne: Cuz if you're the Archivist, does that make Rose “The Editor” or Edgar “The Mechanic”?

A/W: NO. NEVER. SAY. THAT.

Ne: THEN YOU AIN'T THE ARCHIVIST. FAIRS FAIR.

[The Archivist stares directly at Ness for a minute or so, before its body language completely changes. The glint in its eye has disappeared, its body relaxes, and he's looking down at his hands in mute horror.]

Ne: Hug?

[Will nods, shaking.]

[Ness hugs Will, removing the blood covered glove on her left hand to grab the back of it's head.]

Ne: I got you.

[William breaks down completely. He starts sobbing as he hugs Ness, slightly obscuring the camera.]

Ne: It's going to be ok… Um… Need some water?

W: C-c-cant. The o-others.

Ne: Right… Um… Fuck.

[Ness helps William up, before almost instantly falling back down to a knee.]

[Will moves back, to catch Ness quickly.]

Ne: MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH!

[Ness grabs at her kneecap, seemingly trying to fix it.]

W: D-don't. Damage it more.

Ir: [Distant.] Are you two okay?

Ne: I FUCKING DISLOCATED MY GODDAMN KNEECAP AGAIN!

Ir: [Still distant.] Oh, shit! Um. Can I carry you two over here? Just so we can all be grouped together?

Ne: UP TO WILL!

W: B-but, Cass and Ophelia..?

Ir: [Approaching.] We… can figure it out in a sec.

Ne: WAIT THE CROWBAR! THE- THE CROWBAR! I JAMMED IT INTO A GUYS FACE SOMEWHERE!

Be: Oh! Good point! Maybe that can break the glass!

[Irene finally gets to Ness and Will, quickly picking them both up under her arms and carrying them like large cats over to the rest of the group.]

Ne: Can someone please relocate my kneecap?

Ad: I can try! Becky, Irene, go get the crowbar. I’ll… do this.

Ne: Yeah uh, turns out using a wrestling finisher with your bad knee on an actual person and then kneeing glass is a bad idea.

Ad: Boy, I’ll say! Jesus! Good job on those three, by the way! Uh, sorry if that was like, mentally scarring. Okay, giving you a countdown… 3… 2…

[Adelia suddenly jolts her arms, relocating the kneecap on 2 instead of 1.]

Ne: FUCCCCCCCCCCCK!

Ad: Haha, sorry. Sometimes people like, stop me before I can do it so I’ve just… started doing that.

[William does go to hold one of Ness's hands, but looks at his own and pauses, before dropping them to it's sides.]

Ad: Aw, jeez, Will. You’re not doing that great, are you? We’re going back soon, dude. Don’t worry. Everything will be okay.

[He looks distantly at Adelia, nodding in a small, nearly missed action.]

Ne: I'm sure… Rose will help… Um… Can someone hold my phone for a moment? I need to throw up.

Ad: Of course, Ness.

[As Adelia takes the phone, a shout can be heard from the area near the tank.]

Ir: Not yet! You’ll flood the whole damn room! At least give everyone a chance to get to higher ground! The water is super gross, too!

Be: Ugh. Fine. [To the others.] HEY! You guys should like, move! We’re about to break the glass! It’s gonna be gross!

[Will makes a noise of indication, not being able to form words.]

Ne: Give me a minu-

[Ness cuts herself off, a retching noise heard out of frame.]

Ad: Oh. Ew. [A pause.] SORRY. SORRY. I’ll help you get to like. A bench or something.

Ne: Ow. Ok that would be appreciated.

Ad: I can’t carry y’all as well as Irene. So… sorry.

[Adelia tries her best to get Ness and Will to a bench, having to stop a couple times to take a break. But she makes it to a bench and helps them both up. She hands Ness the phone.]

Ad: Here’s your phone back, by the way. Um. Yeah. I’m going to go help with breaking the glass.

[Adelia jogs away, joining the other two PR members at the glass tank. She makes it over just as Becky swings, and it nearly whacks her in the head.]

W: I could've prevented that.

Ne: So could I…

Ir: HEY! I can feel the negative energy from over here! This wasn’t your fault, you’re both fine!

Ne: I COULD'VE DUCKED! OR HELPED WILL GET THAT DOOR OPEN!

W: I could've just, not got caught in the first place. Not cause Cass to come up there.

Ne: I mean… I got caught last time. I know how it feels… Kinda.

Ad: We’ve all had those moments, I remember the first time this shit happened to me… fuckin’ hell. I was devastated. I thought I fucked everything up. But! Cass came into my room the next day with a popsicle and just congratulated me on the work I did. He’s just going to be glad you’re okay.

Ne: I uh… Fuck… I can't say I know how you guys in the mall feel… Is that how Rose felt watching her big sister be taken? Having to watch?

[Will nods and mutters something.]

W: ‘is likely. .

Ad: [Cheerfully.] Yeah, probably!

[Irene punches Adelia in the arm.]

Ad: Hey! I– um. I mean… yeah. Probably. Sorry.

Ne: Is Ophelia going to hate me? I just had to move, move a muscle move a fucking inch. I watched the closest thing I have to a big sister die.

Ad: What is it with you guys and thinking that people who sacrifice themselves for you are going to hate you? Like, come on! They made that choice to help you because they care! Ophelia isn’t going to hate you when she’s back. I’ll bet she’s going to be a bit worried. But she won’t fuckin’ hate ya. Same with Cass.

Ne: It's called survivor's guilt! I think…

[Ness mutters something inaudible to the mic.]

Be: Aye! Can I break the glass now? I’ve been waiting for a while!

[Will gently nudges Ness, but replies]

W: I-I think so! Is Ophelia on higher ground?

Ir: Shit–

[Irene jogs over to where Ophelia’s body is. Lifting her off the ground and running to put zem down on a different bench. She holds up her hand and gives Becky a thumbs up.]

Be: Finally!

Ad: Should I mov–

[Adelia is cut off by the crowbar swinging towards the glass, shattering it, and sending a wave of murky green water out across the floor. Adelia is swept off her feet and carried halfway across the room. She sits up as the water settles, gagging.]

Ad: UGH. GROSS.

Ne: Um…

[Ness can be heard slowly beginning to cry once again.]

Be: I’ll grab Cass.

[Becky scans the area, their eyes settle on a shape that is halfway out of the tank. She walks up and grabs the shape, lifting it up and walking forward slightly, allowing it to be illuminated by a small bit of light in the building. The light reveals it to be Cassius, unmoving, soaking wet and covered in cuts that are slowly oozing blood.]

[Will squeaks, and hugs Ness, hiding his head in her shoulder.]

[Ness’ shaking is visible in the recording, she doesn't move. The only noise is her crying.]

Be: Fuck. That… Jesus. That looks like it really hurt…

[Becky stares at Cassius’ neck, which is also bleeding, likely from when he was clawing at his throat earlier.]

Ir: Shit… we need to get back to the mall. Are we all good to leave?

Ad: Yeah, I’m ready.

Be: Same. How about you two?

[Ness still does not respond, seemingly zoning out on Ophelia’s corpse.]

[Will just shakes his head, still quivering.]

Ad: I’ll grab Ophelia, Irene, are you good to carry those two out?

Ir: Mhm.

Ad: Great. Who’s driving?

Ne: I'll drive.

[Ness goes to stand up, but seemingly finally notices Will and sits back down.]

[Irene approaches the two, and picks them up as she did before, following the other two out the door, water sloshing around her ankles.]

Ne: Will… Please talk to Rose or Edgar about any emotional things. I'm not a good therapist but I'm still worried.

[Irene puts them down near the car, and makes eye contact with Will for a few seconds.]

Ir: Or any of us. We might not be very good at emotional… well. Anything. But we’re here anyway.

[William nods at what both of them say, but doesn't make a verbal response. He's numb to what's happening around him.]

Ne: Um… Fucking hell.

[Adelia pokes her head out of the car.]

Ad: Do you need a minute? We’re ready to go, but if you need a second to process stuff before we put you in charge of whether we make it to the mall in one piece or not, please feel free.

Ne: I… I stabbed a man 47 and a half times, I GUTTED THE SAME PERSON!

Be: If it makes you feel any better, I stomped someone out!

Ne: I just… I draw stuff like that… Never done it… What happened to me?

[Ness's hands pop up into frame, one covered with blood the other not as much. They both seem to be shaking though.]

Ir: Same thing that happened to us. But… a little less. You still feel bad about it. That’s good.

Ne: That's the scary thing… I don't feel bad… I'm scared… I… I… What if I do that to someone I care about?

Ir: Ness, lemme tell you something. It’s… hard. To do that. Not impossible, yeah. But it’s hard. If you care about someone, it’ll take a bit of willpower to hurt ‘em. It takes less to stop yourself, I’ve found.

Ne: I… Thanks…

W: Wouldn't. You wouldn't.

Ne: And neither would you… I see the look in your eye.

[Will just smiles, with a melancholy sense about it, and looks at the floor.]

Ne: It's true.

Ad: [Within the car.] We… should get going.

W: What if I left.

Be: Huh? Like. Just walked away? I dunno.

W: Just walked away. Would you guys come after me?

Be: Depends. What would you want us to do?

W: I don't know. I just don't want to go back there. But I have to.

Ne: I could take you to Marina's old house for a few days.

Ir: That could end… very badly. For reasons I’m sure both of you are aware of.

W: Yeah, I just... I don't want to do this. I want to go home.

Ir: Hm�� I kinda get that. But… I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand.

Ne: Hey um… Rose is probably going to get you out come hell or high water, they made it pretty clear they ain't going to leave family behind.

[Will softly chuckles a bit.]

W: Of course.

Be: I think we all need a small break of sorts. Once we get back, I’m putting a movie on in the main room and making popcorn. If anyone wants to join.

Ne: I literally can't join.

W: I have to check in on the others. Don't know if they're okay. Could I bring some for them?

Be: Yeah, sure! Of course!

Ne: Tell Rose I'm sorry? Sorry for uh… That.

W: Thank you, Really. I will, Ness, promise.

Ir: Do you need any help getting into the car? Or are you both alright?

W: Ness? You, okay?

[Ness again mumbles something under her breath not heard by the camera.]

Ir: What was that?

Ne: Yeah I'm fine.

Ir: Alright, if you say so…

[Irene steps away, and gets into the passenger seat of the car, leaving Ness and Will alone.]

Ne: Ready Will?

W: ..I'm sorry this is how it went. But, yeah. Gonna have to be, huh?

Ne: Ok then.

W: Ness?

Ne: Yeah?

W: Thank you. For everything today. I'm… really sorry I didn't help more.

Ne: Hey dude, it's no problem… Don't worry about it.

W: You're.. really nice, by the way. Like, really. Thank you.

Ne: Hm… I uh… Thanks.

[Ness slowly opens the car doors for both herself and Will.]

[Will gets in quietly, not saying much else.]

Ad: Please… ignore the sloshing noises in the back. We… um… yeah.

Ne: Seatbelts everyone.

Be: Aye aye, captain!

W: Already ahead of you!

Ne: Ok, should I um play music?

Ad: Depends, are you gonna play good music?

Ne: I um… Depends on what you consider ‘good music.’

Ad: I don’t actually know what I consider good music. Go ahead.

Ne: Did Will already fall asleep?

Be: Yep. Out cold… jeez.

[Ness begins playing some music, identified as ‘Guardian battle’ from legend of zelda breath of the wild.]

Be: Oh, HELL yeah! Make this car ride a little more thrilling! Woo!

[Ness speeds out of the driveway/parking lot they are in.]

[End transcript.]

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