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[jokeconic]

Ms Venable? Cordelia Goode? Alice Macray? Nurse Ratched? Ellie Staple? Haven’t heard that name in years

[stayevildarling]

Cordelia Goode x Reader- Soulmate

A/N: based on the song „Soulmate“ by Natasha Bedingfield 🤍

tw/tags: female reader, angst, hurt/comfort

word count: 4.5k

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As you make your way through the quiet academy, the only sound is rain softly pattering against the large windows, you halt a second in the large hallway, remembering the first time you ever stepped inside this now familiar place. It had been some years since but back then everything was different, you had no home, no idea what was wrong with you other than the occasional outbursts and remembering some words from your childhood about witchpowers in your family. That night you sat on your laptop, aimlessly googling and eventually stumbling upon a news article and Miss Robichaux‘s, and you had no idea your life would change this much.

And it had undeniably changed. You found a home within the white walls of the academy, a place you feel like belonging and being yourself without having to change. By now you didn‘t only understand your powers but also able to conquer them and understanding how to use them to the point you are teaching classes of your own. This place and the people in it made your life worth living, giving you a life rather than what you had called living before. Your eyes dart towards the potraits on the wall, seeing the current supreme and woman who had taken you in. From that first moment she saw you she could see your potential, that you were destined for greater things than simply being a witch and learning your powers before moving on.

She knew you belonged and she undeniably made you feel that way, offering you a teaching position some months in as well as a home. She never truly did treat you like a student, despite the many one on one sessions, some in the middle of the night when your powers surged and some under tears as memories of your past haunted you. Cordelia could feel it whenever she was near you, both the connection and your talent and you never proved her otherwise through your time there. The blonde and you eventually grew closer, late night conversations over tea almost a daily occurrence at this point as neither of you could find sleep most of the times. You learnt about her past, her marriage, her mother and the pain she endured since rising as supreme.

And when the responsibilities of being supreme became too much, you were always sure to take some of the work away for her. Or the times you could tell she is doubting herself again, the council meetings or meetings with other schools where her hands would twitch that familiar way. But your gentle eyes were enough for the supreme, that reassuring smile that held so many words. That she wasn‘t like her mother, that she had made this place special, giving many girls a home and a mother figure as they never experienced those things. That this coven couldn‘t be run better and that she belonged. And each time her smile would fade for a moment seeing those words on your mind before she felt confident again, putting her supreme face on and squeezing your hand afterwards, enough as a thank you as you and the blonde worked without many words exhanged.

You never once thought about leaving this place, happy and confident with your classes and what you had achieved, seeing many of the younger witches confide in you and helping them rise to their best potential, watching some leaving back to their families and others building a life of their own. Cordelia made sure to give you your own bedroom, a large office beside her own, letting you use this place however you please, giving you your own section in the greenhouse to explore your love for potions and mixing those together, even if the smell sometimes killed her when you tried another weird experiment from an old spell book.

„Admiring her again?“ you hear the sound of Madison‘s voice pulling you out of your thoughts before quickly averting your gaze from the supreme‘s portrait and focusing on her. You simply scoff before she smirks, always teasing you two but never having succeded so far in making either of you falter. „You coming?“ she asks almost annoyed before your eyebrows furrow. „Oh come on- valentine‘s day?“ she asks as she lights a cigarette and your eyebrow raises considering Cordelia‘s strict rules about smoking inside. „Right“ you mumble, remembering the girls requested to decorate for Valentine‘s Day together considering it was coming up. You follow behind her, remembering how Cordelia was always so big on these things but the girls having to get her to agree for this one.

As you step into the hallway, you find most girls with boxes of decoration, Cordelia standing at the top of the stairs to supervise, her eyes falling on you swiftly before smiling and focusing her attention back on the chaos around you. The witches waste no time in setting up some heart ribbons and garlands, using their magic to make some heart ballons rise to the ceiling and filling bowls of valentine‘s day candy in the kitchen and placing it in the living room as well as common areas. „Thank you for letting us do this Ms Cordelia“ one of the younger witches chuckles excitedly and the supreme simply smiles watching both her younger and older witches enjoy themselves, a rare moment between the usual chaos.

„It‘s kind of you to let them do this“ you mumble as you make it to the top of the stairs and stand beside her, hands leaning against the railing. „They are having fun so“ she smiles before her eyes dart to you, almost a second too long if you wouldn‘t have been so caught up in the moment. The two of you lose yourself in some small talk and catching up about the academy before one of the younger witches cheers excitedly. „Wow“ you exclaim, seeing the usual white academy filled with shades of red and pink, hearts around you everywhere but still making the academy feel as majestic as ever. „Alright enough girls“ she smiles before standing tall „Back to classes“.

The days following, the academy was filled with a different kind of buzz to usual, little candy wrappers everywhere, rose petals and girls excitedly squealing about cards they recieved from their crushes, either within or outside the academy. Equally, Cordelia had noticed how you seemed a little quiter, drawn back as she often found you on your own in the greenhouse or in your office, noticing the subtle changes in your behavior during your nightly tea sessions. But the blonde wasn‘t one to pry, knowing you both had an equal trust in each other by now and if something bothered you, you would come to her. But you never did and her concern grew with each passing minute, seeing the forced smiles whenever a witch was nearby and how you suddenly seemed to carry a deep sadness, one that wasn‘t there before.

Unbeknowest to you, the supreme had the advantage as she could read your thoughts. As the most powerful witch her powers allowed her to enter minds with ease but she actively had to use the incarnation whether in her mind or with a flick of her wrist but with you it came naturally. From the first day she showed you around the academy and every day following, she could hear every single thought the subtle „wow“ when seeing her for the first time which she brushed off or the other thoughts about her that she had been brushing off for years. All she had to do was be near you for every thought of your own to repeat in her mind, both a blessing and a curse. And she had never told you, not wanting to invade your privacy but equally feeling bad, worried if she told you now it may change things. And on top of it all, she had no clue what it meant, why she had this ability, not realizing the two of you are bound by something even stronger than magic- fate.

Standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the girls, you are interrupted when one of the younger witches excitedly finds you and shows you her valentines card. „Look Ms, I finally got one“ she cheers which causes you to chuckle „I‘m so happy for you“ you smile as you inspect the card. „Ms.. do you have a valentine?“ she asks which causes your heart to ache for a moment before shaking your head. She frowns before waddling on, finding the supreme at the end of the room and showing her the card as well. Madison can‘t help but linger, having of course witnessed the entire thing before whispering „Don‘t be sad, we both know Ms Loveable is already in your life“ she teases before glancing at Cordelia at the other end of the room engaging with the younger witch from before.

You shake your head, scoffing at her words, this not having been the first time Madison had winded you up about this. „Can you take over?“ you look at one of the older witches beside you before she nods, setting the knife down and letting them finish dinner. The supreme‘s gaze follows you leaving outside, watching as you retreat to the greenhouse yet again and she can‘t help but follow, having seen Madison appear behind you again and despite not hearing the words exchanged, wondering whether maybe it had been the blonde upsetting you all along. In a swift motion she follows you, halting outside the greenhouse as your thoughts repeat in her mind in that familiar way again.

„Who doesn't long for someone to hold? Who knows how to love you without being told. Somebody tell me why I'm on my own? If there's a soulmate for everyone“

The words send a pang of guilt and heartache through her as she realizes what had been bothering you for this long, how the whole valentine‘s day probably upset you more than she believed. In the entirety of knowing you, love had never really been a subject in your conversations, of course she knew by now you weren‘t taken considering everything but again she had no idea you longed for this so much. It‘s not just the words themselves that haunt her, it‘s the loneliness and heartache lingering in them. The supreme had assumed your quietness lately had to do with something academy related or even Madison- she had no idea the truth ran much deeper than those things.

She stands still as she considers her options, unsure whether to walk away and let you be or be there for you but before she can make that decision, you turn almost as if sensing her presence before she enters the door and stepping forward. „Delia?“ you ask a little hesitantly, usually calling her Cordelia amongst the others but the nickname coming naturally by now after your many late night tea sessions together and midnight conversations. „I..“ she begins but stops when she realizes she doesn‘t really have a reason for following you out here in the first place or at least not one she could admit to you. Instead she settles for something safer „I just wanted to check on you“ she announces.

You turn back towards the wooden table, letting go of your tight grip on the edges before shaking your head slightly „I‘m fine“ you explain, putting on a brave smile as you didn‘t want her to know about this. But she can hear the lie before it even leaves your lips, being able to read you so well at this point. „You have been distant lately, quiet“ she tries softly, hands clasped in front of her as her eyes search for you in the hopes they could reach you. „And I know Valentine‘s Day can be..“ she begins but you cut her off.

„Annoying?“ you chuckle as you turn your body towards her, trying to play it off. „It‘s fine honestly, I just needed some air“ you reassure but Cordelia doesn‘t move, doesn‘t look convinced and for a moment you think she may press further but then she exhales and takes another step closer, reaching out as if wanting to touch you but stopping herself just in time. „If there is anything you need“ she begins but again you finish what is on her mind „I know Delia, always“ you reassure. „I always do“ you promise and there is something there in her expression then, something unreadable before she brushes it off and moves on.

When the blonde leaves the greenhouse, she can‘t help but feel torn, tonight another reminder of something that clearly lingered, obvious to anyone but you two apparently or maybe it was just her. She knows she is holding back, unable to understand why just yet. She knows she shouldn‘t ache at the thought of you looking for love somewhere else, just like she knows she shouldn’t fail at pretending something she already knows and has maybe known for years of being beside you at this coven. She loved you.

For the next few days, Cordelia decides to keep her distance, telling herself she was busy, drowning herself in teaching, academy and headmistress duties and paperwork, wanting to avoid dealing with this as much as she could. But you lingered on her mind, at night unable to sleep but not searching for you in the kitchen or greenhouse like she usually would, pretending to ignore conversations when the girls talked about you and how much they love your classes and only passing you by with polite smiles instead of the usual conversations the two of you would have.

It‘s not that the supreme doesn‘t care about you, it‘s that she cares too much. She has known for a while, the fact that she could hear your thoughts, uncommon even for a supreme to this extend, that your presence made her feel safe, that her skin errupted in goosebumps whenever you would touch her. That her heart would pound whenever your eyes locked with her own, that all she wanted to do with the lonely nights was spending them with you. But then came the but‘s, considering you were technically her student to begin with, the age difference, her failed marriage and the fact that she had never allowed herself to love a women like this or be loved by a women even though she had known for some time now.

Everything confused her , questioning every moment with you leading up to this. And Cordelia can only do what she knows best, lock it all away and pretend it‘s not there in order to avoid dealing with the heartache and confusion of her own feelings. But she could see the sadness in your eyes, seeing how you had been tensing for days when she was nearby, hearing footsteps outside her office in the night, knowing it was you complementing whether to check on her or to leave her be. She knew.

And then everything was about to fall apart. It was late one evening, the academy quiet as most of the students had gone to bed and Cordelia begins her rounds, ensuring everything is order. She just turned the lights off downstairs before she sees your reflection in the greenhouse and even though she knows she shouldn‘t, her legs automatically lead her to you before she hears it. A quiet and broken sound coming from nearby and her heart immediately tightens as she follows it and when she steps inside, finding you sitting on one of the benches, head bowed, shoulders trembling.

The imagge of you crying causes her heart to ache as she realizes it had been her. She knows it with certainty, the way it sinks deep into her bones. For a moment she is unable to move or speak, that familiar feeling returning in her chest, the urge to comfort you and to make you happy, something that had been there for weeks, months and maybe even longer. It takes her another second to finally step forward „Sweetheart?“ her voice is gentle and hesitant as she moves closer to you „What‘s wrong?“ she asks, causing you to quickly lift your head and wiping your cheeks, trying to compose yourself.

„It’s nothing“ you say, voice hoarse „I just- I‘m fine“ you lie, not wanting her to know she was the reason for your sadness. But you aren‘t fine and both of you know it. The blonde kneels in front of you, searching your face in that familiar way, something inside her cracking wide open at seeing you like this. She had spent days trying to convince herself that pulling away was the right thing to do for now but seeing you like this, she sees how wrong she truly was.

This wasn‘t just about her anymore. It was about you too. The way she had been hurting you, so caught up in her own fears that she ignored what was right in front of her and the fact she was breaking the one person she swore to never hurt, sent her into something even more painful than she had ever endured before. „I‘m sorry“ she whispers after swallowing hard, taking you by surprise. Your breath catches in your throat before shaking your head „You don‘t have anything to be sorry for“ you explain. But she does and tonight, for the first time, she wasn‘t going to run from it.

Slowly and cautiously, she reaches out, taking your hands in hers as she kneels in front of you. „I do“ she confesses „I‘ve been aoviding you, pushing you away and that wasn‘t fair to you“ she admits. Your fingers tighten around hers, slightly almost as if too afraid to hold on too tight, afraid she may slip away again. And that‘s when Cordelia realizes, she never ever wants to be the teason for you to cry again. Something shifts inside her in the rareness of the moment, something irreversible. The supreme had spent too long denying this, and looking at you now she knows, she can‘t keep running from this, from you.

The silence stretches between you, heavy, uncertain but your eyes speak volumes. There is something raw in them, aching, desperate and for a moment Cordelia forgets how to breathe. She knows what you are saying without ever opening your mouth and that‘s why it hits her so hard. You loved her. It‘s the way you are looking at her, like she is your entire world, in the way your grip lingers and the way she can feel your heart almost as if it is beating for only her. The blonde exhales shakily, shifting just a little as her fingers curl around yours a little firmer. But then the guilt hits her. She knows she should stay quiet and not tell you, knowing it would not only ruin the moment but risk ruining so much more between you. But she couldn‘t hold it back, not when she has known for so long and able to read you.

„I“ she begins but hesitates, realizing what she is about to do. „I hear you sometimes“ she admits, almost a whisper. „Your thoughts“ she confirms as your breath catches and your whole world stays still. „Not always“ she continues gently, hoping it would soothe what she is about to admit to you. „But enough- enough to know“ she admits, vulnerability in her voice as her eyes well up with tears. „Know what?“ you ask a little dumbfounded, of course knowing her abilities but so taken back in the moment that you don‘t even understand her words.

She doesn‘t speak at first, being able to see in your eyes the hurt she just caused you, the trust you had put in her that she just broken. But your eyes searching hers causes her to falter „How you feel“ she admits, a tear slipping down her cheek „I can hear your thoughts.. it‘s not always and not intentional but I can“ she admits and if it wasn‘t this serious, wasn‘t for the hurt in your eyes she would feel relieved for finally having you know. Silence stretches between you as her words sink in and the reality of it all closes in on you. „How long?“ you ask, almost desperatly searching her eyes again and when she avoids your gaze you know it had been from the beginning.

Your hands leave hers, rushed and she almost cries harder at the loss she feels in that moment, knowing she had lost the trust you placed in her. Without thinking you move, leaving her kneeling there as you make your way to the door „Y/N, I‘m sorry“ she pleads almost desperately not wanting you to go like this, scared you are slipping away for good. „Why?“ you suddenly halt, not understanding as a billion questions linger on your mind. „Why can you hear them?“ you ask confused, knowing about her abilities but also knowing this wasn‘t normal, not to this extend and not even for supreme.

„I didn‘t want to, I tried blocking it I promise but it just kept happening and I didn‘t know how to tell you“ she apologizes, the sincerity in her voice making you doubt everything. „Cordelia why?“ you ask again, the usage of her full name sending another pang of guilt through her chest. „Answer me“ you demand, being able to tell by her features as she stands that she knows. „Cordelia“ you warn as you see her holding back, feeling like she at least owes you the truth now after everything. „Because we are bound Y/N“ she raises her voice, frustration and emotions bubbling over as she stomps her feet. „Bound?“ you ask a little baffled before she steps forward, her features apologetic „Soulmates“ she admits, raw and vulnerable feeling the weight of her own words.

The blonde can see the confusion in your expression, how you are doubting her words, how it makes no sense right now. But you don‘t say anything, feeling your chest tight from her words and your own emotions bubbling over as you walk away, your steps quick as you find your own bedroom again, needing nothing more than peace right now as you practically collapse into the door, sliding down to your knees as soon as you close it behind you. Your head repeats her words, realizing how she had always known and you aren‘t sure what‘s worse, the fact she never told you even in moments where she could hear every single one of your thoughts or the fact that she didn‘t want you.

For days Cordelia tried, talking at first but when she realized it was too soon she tried it in a more subtle way, leaving tea outside your door in the morning, sending lunch upstairs or dinner to your office when you would skip it or leaving a book she knows you would love on your bed. It killed her how she could feel you everywhere, see and feel your pain but unable to take it away and knowing she caused it, killed her even more. Neither of you knew the night following would break everything lose as you sit in your bedrooms, staring at the ceiling as sleep wouldn‘t find you, only each other on your minds and aching hearts.

It was Madison that got on your nerves again, pushed and pushed you until you couldn‘t stand it anymore. You had never spoken up to her, not when she was unfair to you and not when she would tease you about the supreme but tonight was enough and even Cordelia heard your voice from upstairs, how it echoed through the silent academy as you finally told Madison to shut the fuck up. The supreme follows you without thinking, down the hallway and into the courtyard and finally the greenhouse as she watches you stand there, fists clenched at your sides, breathing uneaven.

„Y/N?“ she tries „Delia please“ you practically beg, not wanting this right now, not wanting her to be the one calming you down. „Please don‘t do this, don‘t shut me out“ she pleads as she watches you still turned away from her. She moves closer „Don‘t tell me you are fine“ she tries before you squeeze your eyes shut „It doesn‘t matter“ you mutter, voice sounding like you don‘t care at all when truly you did. „It matters to me“ she counters and you almost scoff before turning towards her „Why? because we are bound?“ you ask almost in disappointment.

But Cordelia couldn‘t stand it anymore, couldn‘t stand the way she could feel you, knowing how every inch of you felt and knowing she could fix it if only you let her. The last few days made her realize she couldn‘t keep doing this anymore, hide and run from her own feelings. „No“ she begins „I can‘t keep feeling you and not- You are everywhere all the time and even when I tried to push it away you are always there“ she sighs, tears pooling in her eyes again. „Yes Delia because we are bound“ you repeat the words but you don‘t seem to understand.

„Because I love you“ she almost shouts in frustration, stomping her foot in that all too familiar way. The silence that follows is thick and suffocating as your mouth hangs open, seeing that something changed in the way she looked at you, that same thing in her eyes but something gone, the holding back and hesitation you saw in her brown eyes before. Cordelia searches your face, afraid she said too much, said the wrong thing but then you speak raw and vulnerable „I love you too, I always have“ you admit under your own tears.

And this time Cordelia doesn‘t hold back, stepping forward and cupping your cheeks, letting herself feel all the emotions, your heart beating uncontrollably, the fear, the ache and the longing but this time she doesn‘t fight it. You lean in, foreheads touching as your hearts beat in synch and when your lips meet almost painfully slow, aching, it feels like the bond finally settles, the pieces falling into place. Almost like as if it was waiting all along. And who would have known that after everything Madison had been right all along, your soulmate had already been in your life, much longer than you thought and certainly much closer than you assumed.

Neither of you let go as you hungrily cling to each other, afraid the moment would fleet away, lips aching and tears mingling with each others, feeling the strong arms of your soulmate around you. Delia, your Delia.

[honeysorwell]

Two hearts can fix everything

Synopsis of the story + Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Chapter 6

Par: Wilhemina Venable x fem!Reader

Tag list: @paulsonix​​ @d14n4ol​​ @harknspet​ @strawberryshorttcakkee @italianaidiota and if any of you want to be added just let me know!

Warning: no warning just a tiny bit of "who hurt you?" vibes

Word Count: 1,3k

Enjoy!

It's a glorious day for Wilhemina. A million-dollar deal was closed between Kineros Robotics and an important technology company, all thanks to her, and that was enough for everyone to finish their work early today.

It sounded absurd to the redhead. To relax just when they were making such big progress, but there was no point in complaining about it.

This is not her company, which means the loss isn't hers either.

But the worst part is that Wilhemina really doesn't know what to do with all the time she has now. It seems strange to anticipate all the things she will have to do tomorrow and consequently push unwanted free time to the next day, so she decides to go home. But as she leaves the building where she works and heads towards her car, the redhead decides that she can just enjoy her free time watching the bartender, who just lives in her mind, work.

But just entering the colorful coffee shop, Wilhemina felt the atmosphere of the place strangely... uncomfortable.

The aroma of fresh coffee and the soft clinking of the cups were more than enough to put her in a good mood on a normal afternoon, so on an afternoon after starting such a good contract for her company, the redhead should feel ecstatic with happiness. But that afternoon, thanks to the uncomfortable aura that just consumed the normal oxygen, small sounds like those only made Wilhemina feel anxious.

The conversations were still happening but at a much lower volume than usual. A small number of people were still scattered around there, but there was also, for the first time, a large yellow sign indicating that the floor was freshly wet, as if someone had just wiped it with a damp cloth after some clumsy person had an incident.

And the strangest part of all: Y/N was nowhere to be found in the cafeteria.

Bryan was modeling a funny little name tag on his chest and an irritated look on his face, which aged him terribly in Wilhemina's opinion, but she ignored it and just walked towards the kid, not even saying hello, and asked:

"Were… Well, I'm sorry to ask, but do you know where Y/N is?"

When the sound of the redhead's voice catches the boy's attention, he finally focuses on her figure and some of the frown disappears from his face as he nods and smiles, a little excited at the prospect of answering her.

"In the back. I'll bring her here for you. You will cheer her up!"

It takes a little less than two minutes, but the woman who's smile always graces the redhead's day like a warm sun on a paradise beach appears.

The problem is that Y/N, who always radiated joy and warmth, walked from the door that connected the common area to the back of the coffee shop to the cashier with her head down and, only when she raised her eyes to meet Wilhemina's, the redhead noticed how red they were, as if the woman in front of her had recently cried.

Oh no.

"Hello, good afternoon Wilhelmina, did you ask for me?", the small greeting came along with a tired smile that made the redhead's heart tighten with worry and sadness.

"Yes, I… Are you okay? I… I was surprised not to see you as soon as I entered the store."

I missed you. The thought almost escapes Wilhemina's lips, but she bites her lower lip at the last second, briefly noticing how Y/N's gaze is mesmerized by her gesture before returning the glance to her eyes.

“You're so sweet.”, the barista says simply, purposefully ignoring the older woman's question before asking, “Coffee?”

With a hesitant nod and her cheeks flushed, Wilhemina confirmed, even with her mind whirling in search of the right words to comfort the one in front of her.

“Y/N… is everything okay with you?”, the redhead asked once more, her voice soft, almost like a whisper.

“A customer took out all his frustration on me and on the floor, if you know what I mean. But this is just one more day...", her voice was tinged with discouragement and Wilhemina then decided that she could not let Y/N sink into sadness.

What kind of woman in love would she be if she didn't?

Carefully, the redhead leaned on her cane and sat on one of the high seats in front of the counter, determined to bring back the smile she admired so much.

"Look, don't let an unhappy customer ruin your day. You are an incredible person, and your coffee is simply the best in town. Everyone who comes here knows that and appreciates you. Especially me." said the redhead, with sincerity in every word.

The words touched the heart that Y/N carried in her chest the same way someone would touch a newborn. With such great care and affection that it was impossible for the little one not to snuggle there.

"The best in town? Wow!"

After a little giggle, the two women remained in soft silence until the coffee was ready. Y/N's mind spun throughout the preparation of the redhead's usual coffee, enchanted by the sweetness of the words spoken by that very special client.

When she finally poured the hot liquid into a ceramic cup, instigated by the fact that Wilhemina had chosen to sit in front of the counter and hoping that she would

Go away now, the barista drew two hearts on the disposable napkin displayed there before presenting it to the redhead.

“You are a person like no other, Wilhelmina.”

Excited by the compliment as generous and honest as the one she herself had given Y/N, the redhead decided it was time to go further.

All or nothing. Now!

“I think you deserve a prize for being so strong and for enduring so much. Is it weird if I buy you a coffee from your coffee shop?” suggested Wilhemina, winking at Y/N while gently shaking the disposable napkin with the two hearts in front of her.

And then silence. For a few seconds, Y/N just looked at the brown eyes in front of her, completely astonished by the suggestion before gifting Wilhemina with the most beautiful smile the redhead had ever seen.

“A coffee? For me?”, Y/N asked, still completely shocked before nodding her head affirmatively with renewed enthusiasm amidst a laugh, “Buying a coffee for the owner of a coffee shop? Right on target! Good job!”

The barista’s choice of words makes a smile appear on Wilhemina’s lips, one she couldn’t hold back even if she tried. And that smile adorns the redhead’s face as Y/N makes herself a coffee, takes off her apron, and approaches the redhead with the cup still full, only to sit next to her.

“Would you be willing to give me another prize? This time one that I can choose?”, Y/N murmurs to the redhead, trying to take hold of the courage she has been building up within her soul and mind since that customer entered her coffee shop for the first time.

“Anything for you if you keep smiling at me like that.”

At that moment, something magical seemed to hover in the air. Y/N leaned a little closer, her eyes fixed and full of enthusiasm for Wilhemina’s. Very slowly and taking advantage of the silence of the almost empty coffee shop, Y/N promised herself to act as if the world around them had disappeared and, with a soft and hesitant gesture, she approached and gave Wilhemina a delicate kiss on the lips.

And when Y/N's lips touch hers, Wilhemina barely knows how to write her own name.

It is a touch of lips so sweet and careful.

The barista has one of her hands carefully placed against the redhead's cheek. Their kiss is sweet and long-awaited, like a new flavor that the redhead has wanted all her life and she couldn't be more grateful for not having had to ask for it.

Even after they separate, stunned by the intensity of the moment, the two women take a moment before opening their eyes, enjoying the precious atmosphere they share, but when they focus their gaze on each other, the words slide off Wilhemina's tongue like butter on a hot pan.

“Well, well… It was about time…”, and the redhead only gets a glimpse of Y/N's smile before leaning in and kissing her again.

[hollywoodfamerp]

could I get Sarah back, please <3

Of course, lovebug!

Everyone please refollow our Sarah Paulson.

[evangelinepeters]

lana del gay 💜

[theflashbackculture]

[savequeerstories]

Nurse Ratched - Ratched

savequeerstories.carrd.co

[lanadel-reylvr]

amanda you get me

[takenoteguide]

[firsttarotreader]

https://x.com/pascalcoded/status/1883766852691841321?s=46

Lol hell yeah

See? His besties flat out denying it. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[stayevildarling]

Hii! Could you possibly write a mina × reader smut fic? Just pure filth with maybe mommy kink, multiple orgasms/ overstim and alot of teasing 🙈

Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Too messy

A/N: here you go💜

tw/tags: nsfw, soft dom! Mina, established relationship, female reader, mommy kink, overstimulation, teasing, oral (mina recieving), cockwarming, strap on use (reader recieving), squirting

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When another knock breaks through the silence of her office at home, Wilhemina perches an eyebrow as she glances at the tinted glass door and sees your frame. It was Saturday in your defense and you couldn‘t hide your excitement and wanting to spend the weekend with your girlfriend but she had an important deadline to meet and you knew better than to interrupt her. The first time you had brought her some lunch, very thoughtful of course but when you left swaying your hips more than necessary and that certain grin on your lips, she knew exactly what game you are playing. However, Mina was one to undeniably play it better than you.

„Come in“ she says calmly, keeping her eyes fixed on her laptop as she watches you walk inside through the corner of her eyes. „Sorry to interrupt again“ you chuckle, before stepping closer and putting a cup of her favorite tea on her desk. „Just thought you may need some“ you explain, before glancing at your girlfriend and seeing how she wasn‘t even looking at you. You sigh internally and walk away, realizing there was no coaxing her away from work the way you had anticipated. Before you reach the door however, her eyes meet your backside and the very revealing skirt you had chosen, loose long sweater and not even any tights. „Wait“ she commands and you turn around before she motions for you to come over.

„Are you really that desperate that you can‘t let mommy work for a few hours hm?“ she teases and your cheeks go red as your eyes widen. You simply shake your head and avert her gaze feeling embarrassed before she tuts „None of that.. don‘t act all shy now“ she warns and your eyes meet hers before she rolls her desk chair back slightly. „You want to be a good girl?“ she asks and you nod before squeezing your thighs together, having woken up extra needy that morning. „You know what to do then“ she teases with a wink. Without saying anything, you go on your knees, crawling underneath her desk a little before kissing up her thighs, the woman already having loosened her skirt and legs spread for you.

When you hear the clicking of her keyboard you know it‘s time for you to start and so you slowly begin kissing up her thigh before being greeted by her wet center. You don‘t waste any time, licking up her juices, taking her clit into your mouth and pleasing the older woman just how she liked it, knowing if you behaved well now, you may get your reward afterwards. There are a few pauses in typing and you know it‘s because of how good you are making her feel. Occasionally her hands will grip your hair, telling you to keep doing that. Your mouth devours her as if she is your last ever meal, the taste always having been so intoxicating since being with her, like your very own drug making you high for your Mina.

„Just like that“ she encourages when your tongue gets tired after a while but her soft panting, the way her lips part and eyes close while she tries to work keeps you going. Eventually her hips grind into your mouth and she bursts into your mouth, her juices flowing down your lips as you try your best to swallow every last drop. There is a moment of silence as she collects herself, the tapping of her computer continuing which causes you to pout as you sit on your knees underneath her still. She must have heard the slight huff because seconds later her chair moves back and her eyes find yours. „Am I not giving you enough little one?“ she asks teasingly with a raised eyebrow and you gulp before she drags you up by the collar.

„Mommy needs to work for a while longer little one but considering how good you did, what do you think about cockwarming me for a bit?“ she asks and you nod eagerly, before she smirks. Wilhemina returns within moments, going to the bathroom to clean herself up before tugging the strap on her hips and returning. She sits down, exposing her cock underneath her skirt and offering her lap. You sit down, fully sinking into her as your head rests on her shoulder, her arms wrapped around you before she continues typing. She doesn‘t move an inch and at first you stay just like that, getting used to her size and taking the feeling in.

You know better than to disobey now, considering you technically had whined her up to begin with, interrupting her not only once but twice today. But you pleased her and you knew she couldn‘t always resist you and you also knew if you did well now, obeying her and letting her work, she was going to give you everything later and so much more in return. But the feeling of her inside you is intense, stretching your walls so perfectly and you bite back a moan when you feel your juices running down the strap and onto her exposed legs.

„Such a needy little girl“ she chuckles lowly which sends you into another dimension as you try your hardest to focus on staying silent and not moving. Somehow you manage to stay completely still, not moving an inch as you feel the strap filling you up so perfectly. Occasionally, your girlfriend moves a little, in an effort to stretch her back but it causes you to whimper a little as the slight push causes your pussy to ache for her. Somehow an hour passes and by the time your girlfriend closes her laptop, you are laying on her shoulder, eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of being so full and close to her.

As the redhead glances at you she can‘t help but smile, a fond one as she sees you so spaced out and a part of her feels bad for denying you for this long, knowing you longed for the older woman and wanting to be close to her. „You awake there?“ she teases and your eyes immediately snap open as you nod eagerly, almost drooling as you realize she is finished with her work, seeing her laptop closed and eyes on you. In a swift motion her lips explore yours, hungrily and teasingly, feeling your chest heaving against hers and hearing the slight whimper she manages to swallow with her mouth. „Show mommy you can be a good girl“ she whispers as her teeth graze your ear, causing you to meet her eyes before you nod, slowly beginning to adjust your hips as you begin bouncing up and down.

Almost in a heartbeat, she has your jumper ripped from you, exposing your naked chest and a little smirk on her lips as she realizes you never even opted for a bra to begin with. „Such a naughty little thing“ she chuckles lowly as she watches you bounce on her cock, tits bouncing up and down and your wetness leaking down her thighs at this point. „Mhh so good mo-mmy“ you mutter, eyes closed as you continue your steady pace, despite your legs feeling absolutely tired at this point, your whole body aching to cum.

If your eyes would be open right now, you would see the hunger in her eyes, her pupils blown as she keeps her hands on your hips, helping you up and down as you take her length so perfectly. She can‘t help but lick her lips at hearing your perfect whimpers, her perfect little angel making such a mess on her lap for her. „Tell me how it feels little one“ she commands and you exhale shakily as you force out the words „S.. mm.. mommy so good“ you whimper and she can‘t help but move her hips upwards, hitting all the right spots. When your eyes force open, she knows you are close, eyes silently asking for permission. „Cum for me angel, make a mess all over mommy‘s cock“ she whispers and it takes you mere seconds before your juices flow down her length, collapsing onto her chest as you try and collect yourself, feeling the pure bliss as your orgasm washes over you.

Neither of you move, Wilhemina holding you close as she wipes some sweat from your forehead. The two of you cherished these moments more than anything but seeing you so perfect for her and remembering how naughty you had been today, her dominant side can‘t help but spill out as she simply takes you into her arms, her cock leaving you having you whimpering as she moves her laptop and the contents of her desk and laying you down on her desk, giving her the perfect access to your aching and dripping pussy. She doesn‘t waste time, despite your eyes still closed, chest still heaving as she dives into you, tasting your cum on her lips as she cleans you up with her mouth so perfectly.

„My perfect little toy“ she teases which has you moaning, knowing exactly what was to come next. You knew she loved having you so needy, knowing she was going to fuck you so perfectly now, making sure you would cum over and over again until she was satisfied but you wouldn‘t have it any other way. The feeling of her hungry lips against your clit sends vibrations through you, hands gripping the edges of her desk hard to the point your knuckles turn white. „That good hm?“ she teases but all you can do is nod, not feeling fully there as she devours you so well. It takes mere moments for you to cum, your moans bouncing of the walls of her office before she flips you around, your ass in the air slightly as she alligns herself with your hole again.

The strap sinks in without any problems, despite your walls being so tight, still swallowing your girlfriend whole. „So good“ she praises as your face is pushed harder into the wooden desk, cheeks swollen from the sudden impact as she grips your hips, hand occasionally smacking your ass before pounding into you again. The older woman knows exactly how to get you close, her tip teasing your entrance while her free hand rubs your clit in hard but slow circles before extracing her hand, playing with your swollen nipples before entering you hard and fast. She repeats the same motions over and over again, her pace steady as your moans grow louder, more desperate and when they almost turn into screams she pulls out completely, loving nothing more than to edge you and have you become a whimpering, moaning, drooling and begging mess.

„Mo- mmy please don‘t.. tease“ you manage to whine which has her chuckling lowly. „You‘re brave little one“ she scoffs before her hand strikes your ass once „You interrupted mommy‘s work wearing those very revealing clothes“ she begins „You didn‘t even wear a bra or any pants“ she carries on, smacking your ass a second time. „And now you have the audacity to tell mommy not to tease you?“ she asks with a raised eyebrow before pulling out of you completely, causing your eyes to pry open from the loss. Tears sting in your eyes, desperate ones as you realize what you just said to her. „N- no sorry I- just feels so good, just please fuck me mommy“ you beg, tears streaming down your cheeks as the pure desperation washes over you, every fiber of your being just wanting to cum over and over again.

By the raise of her other eyebrow you can tell it‘s not enough and so you pull yourself together, using the chance to breathe before locking eyes with her. „I know I misbehaved today mommy and I‘m sorry. Can you please make me feel good and make me cum? I promise I‘m going to be so good for you“ you ask, blinking innocently up at the older woman as a smirk raises on her lips. „I promise I will take you so well mommy“ you whisper which is enough for her to enter you again, rougher this time as she grips your hair, pounding into you at a relentless pace. „Fuck- mo-mmy“ you moan ass bouncing up towards her as she enters you over and over again.

It takes mere seconds for your next orgasm to wash over you, your entire body trembling at this point as you feel the pure rush spread through every part of your body. For a while there is silence as Wilhemina watches you in adoration, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly as you try and catch your breath, cum still leaking out of you. Almost gently she turns you on your back, eyes meeting hers as she looks at you with both admiration and something else, a deep hunger, having you on her desk like this, taking her so well and knowing you are completely at her mercy and surrendering to her only. „Such a pretty slut for me“ she praises as she runs the tip of her cock through your sensitive folds again. „Too.. much .. mo-mmy“ you stutter, barely able to get the words out with how sensitive and out of breath you are.

„Oh little one“ she pouts in fake empathy before she captures your lips in a kiss. „Mommy tired you out this much?“ she teases which causes your cheeks to burn red. „One more for me pretty angel“ she coos and you nod as you meet her brown eyes, trusting her completely and knowing she was going to take care of you after. As soon as she moves closer, your legs spread perfectly for her as she slowly eases the tip inside you, body trembling and tense from the amount of times she made you cum and the intensity of your orgasms. Mina wastes no time, knowing she can get you to cum at any time now, before she grabs your legs, balancing them on her shoulders before she enters you hard, hand on your stomach as she feels just how deep she is inside you.

„Can you feel that little one, feel how deep inside you mommy‘s cock is“ her words send you tumbling over the edge as your entire body tenses, juices flowing down her cock. But Mina is far from stopping, fucking you right through your orgasm, causing your breath to hitch as screams errupt around you both. Your eyes force closed as tears run down your cheeks, pure bliss and joy as she fucks you from one orgasm into the next. But this time it feels different, feeling like you are about to burst, but a different kind to usual. „Mom-my it feels weird“ you barely manage to finish the sentence before an explosion of cum meets Mina‘s way, her entire chest suddenly covered in your cum as all you can hear are squelching noises. „Fuck“ you whine, entire body on fire as you hastily look up at Mina not understanding what just happened.

She can see the slight panic and embarrassment in your eyes as she pulls out, quickly stepping closer as her hand travels to your cheek, wiping the tears. „Did I?“ you ask, your voice small but Mina is quick to shake her head and reassure you. „You just squirted darling“ she explains and your eyes widen, realizing that had never happened before. „That must have felt real good hm?“ she asks as she bites her lip and you nod, feeling the exhaustion of this in your entire trembling body. „Come on darling, I‘m gonna run you a bath and help you clean up“ she softly announces as she helps you balance on your shaky legs, pressing a kiss to your temple before guiding you towards the bathroom.

And while she sits beside you, the warm water soothing your tired bones a little later on, you know that from now on, this wouldn‘t be the last time you interrupted her while working.

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Two hearts can fix everything

Synopsis of the story + Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Chapter 5

Par: Wilhemina Venable x fem!Reader

Tag list: @paulsonix​​ @d14n4ol​​ @harknspet​ @strawberryshorttcakkee and if any of you want to be added just let me know!

Warning: none, I think I’m in my clean era.

Word Count: 1,6k

Enjoy! (I know! I know I promised I would post this chapter sooner but I'm still spending time with my mom and stepdad and we went out drinking and I BLACKED OUT!! It was the only time I've ever just passed out from drinking but it was so much fun, anyway it significantly delayed my plans hahaha! I hope you guys like it!)

After that day, it becomes a natural occurrence for the two to talk about their interests and share moments from their weekends. Y/N receives movie and book recommendations from Wilhemina, and the redhead discovers that the barista is passionate about documentaries and music. It's nice for both of them, to get to know better someone who, despite being different from who they are, still arouses genuine interest in them.

Even though they are indescribably different, they are not opposites. It's as if their personalities make everything that's different about themselves malleable when they talk together.

But the demons that live inside Wilhemina's mind are still not convinced of how genuine the affection that Y/N is showing her actually is. Maybe it could be romantic, but there is an intriguing possibility that all the smiles and compliments are just... friendly.

This should matter less than the spelling mistake that Y/N had made common in Venable's name, but as she gets ready for work, the redhead barely remembers about this mistake.

In addition to her face, Wilhemina also took great care of her hair.

Even with all the care that she needed to take with her spine, the redhead was always really concerned with taking care of her hair in the best way possible so that it would always be healthy. Until today, not a single drop of hair dye had been spilled on the redhead's head, and since the orange-red color always captivated the people around her, she intended not to do it until the grays started to appear. But for now, she would see if what other people saw in her hair was also seen by Y/N.

That morning, when Wilhemina was getting ready for work, her hands were shaking. She always wears her hair down at home, mainly to preserve the health of the strands that remain tightly tied during the day, but that morning she was trying something different.

It's like a research.

That's what the redhead thought the whole way as she guided herself straight to the coffee shop. Maybe it would be better to go to work first, and only at the end of the day try to extract some more heated emotion from the barista. But the redhead still felt as if her body was working robotically, desperate for the reaction trapped in the look that Y/N could give her.

And with that in mind, Wilhemina opened the door of the coffee shop.

For Y/N, that was such a good day already. It had been two days since she hired two adorable teenagers part-time, to help them with money. It was surprising to the barista when Bryan and Andrew - two tall and strong boys, but still with sweet faces that were too young to look more than 17 years old - showed up together for the job interview. They wanted money for an end-of-year trip with some friends, and with strict parents both would have to get the money through their own efforts.

One had light eyes and brown hair with a color that tried to imitate copper, and the other had dark skin and bleached blue hair.

Y/N's first thought was to dismiss them. But her father's soft and sweet voice sounded too loud in her memory saying that everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt.

And even didn't believing in the story about the trip, Y/N hired them along with an adult woman whose resume had experience working in two coffee shops in another city.

They all work well.

The boys are hard-working and quickly learn how to make some of the drinks, listening attentively and carefully to every word Y/N and Anne, the new hire, was saying. It's not really a surprise when Y/N finds the two boys kissing in the back of the coffee shop, in an atmosphere passionate enough that they don't notice she saw them, but when they do, the barista makes it clear that it's a safe environment for both of them.

That morning, Y/N was thinking about how long she was missing just taking a break. Almost 5 months after she opened the coffee shop, the only days the barista didn't work were the 4 days she had a particularly bad flu, and as she watched the 3 hired workers serve other customers, it occurred to her that maybe, once a chain of trust was formed between them, she could do this more often.

It's like a reflex when Y/N looks at the door when she hears the bell, and it's like she forgets how to breathe.

Wilhemina's hair flutters with the force of the wind as the door closes behind her, and even when the redhead approaches the counter, Y/N barely moves. She continues to stare, almost mesmerized by how beautiful the redhead looks.

Just like an angel.

The older woman's beauty was something the barista noticed from the first day she walked into her coffee shop. Even with her hard gaze and expressionless face, Y/N still thought she looked more beautiful than all the works of art put together.

As the redhead orders her coffee, just like she does every morning, Y/N feels like she's still floating. Mainly because there's a softness on the redhead's face when she focuses her eyes on Y/N.

Always have been there?

The redhead's gaze on her back feels like it's going to burn her skin, and even feeling a little clumsily Y/N feels that a part of her likes it. Her hand trembles as she writes the redhead's name on the plastic cup, and then it's like the barista doesn't know how to make coffee anymore.

Hot water spills on the floor, she puts coffee beans in the granulator instead of the grinder, and Y/N almost burns her hand twice.

She feels foolish, but when she goes to hand the coffee to Wilhemina, it's like her soul speaks for her.

"You look very, very beautiful, Miss... Wilhielmina. You always are, but today…” Y/N’s cheeks are so hot as she stumbles over her words, it’s as if the barista feels like her own skin might just disintegrate and her soul could float away with the supernatural weight of how attracted she is to Wilhemina, but Bryan’s laughter brings her back to reality, so she turns her head towards the sound and begins, “Boy, the customers at the tables want to order…”

“I guess they’re not the only ones who want something here…”

Y/N can hear the sound of laughter next to her, and a part of her soul feels frustrated that she wasn't the reason for a genuine laugh from the redhead, but the barista feels her face so red that she can barely look at Venable and is terrified that her words will make her look even more foolish.

“Well, never mind, have a… um… good day... and job, Wilhielmina.”

“Thank you Y/N… And you're also very, very pretty.”, when the sentence is said, so quietly that it almost sounds like a whisper amidst the side conversations in the cafeteria and Y/N almost believes she imagined it.

Because there is absolutely no reality in which someone as gorgeous and with such an imposing presence as the redhead would be interested in... her. But when she looked forward, the woman's lips formed a wicked smile and her brown eyes looked like the most beautiful melted chocolate and Y/N just knows that they were telling her otherwise. And it is impossible for Y/N not to let out a sigh as she watches the redhead walk with her cup in her left hand, and leaning on her cane in her right hand, towards the exit.

But obviously, the redhead's day could not be just smiles and sighs. She is sure of it when Mutt talks about Venable's hair just as she arrives at Kineros Robotics. It is one of the few days that he or Jeff arrives before her, and the redhead knows she will hear all kinds of stupid jokes. To her surprise, he doesn't focus on her delay, but instead on asking incessantly if there is anyone Wilhemina wants to impress with her hair down, however, only a few words intended to humiliate him are uttered by the redhead so that he stops talking about it.

After a few hours of working, she knows that she should throw the plastic cup away after drinking her coffee, but, as an instinct confusing even for the redhead herself, her mind suggests she to just keep the object resting on her desk. When Jeff finds the empty cup, just before the company's lunch break, it is like the biggest opportunity he has ever had to try to irritate the redhead, and he doesn't waste it.

"Wilhemina? Did you order the bartender's head on a silver platter?"

"No, I didn't, Mr. Pfister…"

"But it is something you would do… Yell at him and tell him he is illiterate, you know? The usual…”

She breathes for a few seconds while honestly thinking about how to answer him. But there is no need for more than that.

“It’s absurd how you keep talking as if you know me, which of course you don’t since unlike your old secretaries I’d rather have a gun to my head than have you between my legs. It’s just coffee! Now leave me alone, will you?”

He doesn’t answer her, he even seems a little sad and stuck in a significant loop of self-deprecation for a moment as he looks away from Venable’s, but as if his instinct is forcing him to end the discussion like a petulant child, Mutt mutters audibly before walking away.

“Nice hair, pumpkin head.”

Venable thinks about answering, but honestly, she doesn’t care. It’s absurd, and it makes little sense in the redhead’s head, but all she can think about as she looks at her own reflection in her turned-on computer is the sound of Y/N’s voice telling her she’s beautiful and the hypnotized look in her eyes.

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Hold Your Breath: Sarah Paulson esorcizza la pandemia con l'horror

Il film di Karrie Crouse sfrutta un evento realmente accaduto negli Stati Uniti degli anni Trenta per parlare di climate change e paranoie. La prova di Sarah Paulson non compensa però la prevedibilità di un horror che sembra già visto. Su Disney+.

Vi è mai capitato di fare un sogno così intenso da credere che fosse vero? A Margaret Bellum (Sarah Paulson) succede ogni notte: si vede in mezzo a una tempesta di sabbia che la butta per terra, finendo per soffocarla. Si sveglia quindi sempre con fame d'aria. Nella stanza da letto ha un barattolo pieno di pillole per dormire, ma fanno sempre meno effetto. Nella vita reale le cose non vanno molto meglio: per salvare la sua fattoria, il marito è andato a cercare lavoro altrove, ma manca da tempo. La donna deve badare alle due figlie, ma tutto sembra sfuggirle di mano. Questo accade in Hold Your Breath, in streaming su Disney+ e diretto da Karrie Crouse.

Sarah Paulson in Hold Your Breath

Siamo in Oklahoma, negli anni '30, periodo in cui gli Stati Uniti sono stati davvero piegati delle Dust Bowl, fortissime tempeste di sabbia. La regista, che ha anche scritto il film insieme a Will Joines, utilizza questo fatto realmente accaduto per tracciare un parallelo, tra il cambiamento climatico e sopratutto la paranoia. E, anche se in modo involontario, visto che la sceneggiatura è stata ultimata prima dell'arrivo della pandemia, finisce in qualche modo per esorcizzare anche l'incubo del Covid.

In Hold Your Breath respirare l'aria piena di sabbia diventa infatti molto pericoloso: Margaret si convince che contenga qualcosa di malvagio, qualcosa che spinge le persone a diventare violente. Per questo indossano tutti delle mascherine, per impedire di far entrare la sabbia nel naso. È proprio come nella storia che raccontano le sue figlie, quella del "The Grey Man", l'uomo grigio. Uomo che sembra incarnarsi in Wallace Grady (Ebon Moss-Bachrach, il mitico zio Richie della serie The Bear), apparso quasi all'improvviso nel granaio della fattoria. Cosa sta succedendo davvero a Margaret e alle sue figlie?

Superare il trauma con l'horror

Ebon Moss-Bachrachu nel film

La fotografia di Zoë White rende tutto color seppia, in un paesaggio che, battuto della sabbia, diventa quasi infernale. L'inferno vero lo vive però la protagonista dentro la sua testa: la privazione di sonno le sta facendo del male e noi, insieme a lei, riusciamo a distinguere con difficoltà crescente cosa sia reale e cosa no. A essere palpabile è però il terrore espresso sullo schermo da Sarah Paulson che, come ci ha abituato durante tutta la sua carriera, con l'horror e la tensione si sente a casa. Anche stavolta fa del suo meglio, portandoci nella sua mente sempre più fragile, creando una tensione che esplode in puro terrore.

L'aria irrespirabile diventa infatti presto metafora di un trauma non superato, che è sì quello di Margaret, ma anche quello della natura, che si ribella con ferocia all'operato dell'uomo. La cosa che inquieta davvero è che, già negli anni '30, la Terra, con queste tempeste di sabbia, avesse cominciato a mandare dei segnali, quasi cento anni prima che si cominciasse a parlare sul serio di climate change.

Un horror troppo prevedibile

Nonostante la buona prova di Sarah Paulson, e anche di Ebon Moss-Bachrach (a suo agio anche con il genere horror) e Annaleigh Ashford, che ha il ruolo di Esther, sorella di Margaret, Hold Your Breath ha un difetto su cui è difficile passare sopra: è fin troppo prevedibile. Chiunque ami il genere, o semplicemente abbia visto molti film, capirà infatti molto presto il colpo di scena che si prepara per il finale. Basta unire diversi indizi evidenti. Non solo: la fattura è discreta, ma, sembra di vedere un collage di tanti titoli che hanno preceduto quello di Karrie Crouse.

Il carisma degli attori protagonisti non basta dunque a distrarci: nonostante le buone premesse e l'idea interessante di mostrare come la vera paranoia non venga da fuori, ma nasca nelle nostre case, la pellicola non riesce a convincere del tutto. Anche perché, nel complesso, si rivela un film non soltanto facilmente leggibile, ma anche pieno di strumenti per spaventare il pubblico fin troppo classici. A maggior ragione oggi, con spettatori sempre più esigenti e abituati a jumpscares e tecniche simili. Peccato.

Conclusioni

Hold Your Breath di Karrie Crouse è un horror che usa le Dust Bowl, tempeste di sabbia che hanno davvero piegato gli Stati Uniti negli anni '30, per parlare di paranoia e cambiamento climatico. Nonostante la buona prova di Sarah Paulson e degli attori Ebon Moss-Bachrach e Annaleigh Ashford, il film non riesce a convincere del tutto, sia per l'uso di tecniche ormai troppo classiche per spaventare il pubblico, su tutti i jumpscares, che per la sua prevedibilità.

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L'interpretazione di Sarah Paulson.

Le interpretazioni di Ebon Moss-Bachrach e Annaleigh Ashford.

L'idea di usare le tempeste di sabbia per parlare di altro.

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Il colpo di scena finale è fin troppo prevedibile.

Il film si affida troppo agli jumpscares.

Sembra di vedere tanti film precedenti uniti insieme.

[earthsickwithoutyou]

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“show me evidence that pedro pascal is gay”

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