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luveline · 1 year

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for early eddie and roanie!! maybe eddie and roan sees you in your work get up for the first time and they’re just in awe and think you’re so pretty!

ty for requesting ♡ eddie and roan —eddie and his daughter meet you for dinner after work and find themselves surprised at your attire. fem!reader

"Dad, what–" Roan stammers, smart but young enough to struggle anymore, "what are we doing, um, here?"

Eddie puts the car in park. "We're having dinner in a restaurant! How fun, right?"

"Right. We're not going home?"

Eddie gets out of the car and takes a breather. It's weird for them to go somewhere after daycare that isn't home or the grocery store, he can understand her confusion. He's nervous about it himself, and he could really do without more sweating. Right now is the only time you could see him for the next couple of days (a friend's birthday, a hair appointment, a work commitment you couldn't squeeze out of), so despite his bedraggled appearance and Roan's stained dress, he's here.

Eddie opens Roan's door. "Well, Y/N's busy for a couple of days, but she still wanted to see us," he says, unclicking Roan's car seat. He lifts her out and sets her on the asphalt of the parking lot. "So we have to do it right now. She squeezed us in."

"Oh…"

Eddie crouches down in front of her to smoothe the hair from her face. Careful, he brushes kinks and coils behind her ears, hands dancing down to her shoulders, her arms. He dusts her off. "Let me get your cardigan from the trunk. It's cold, huh?"

"Shivers!" she says.

"No, not shivers!" Eddie guides her away from the door to close it. Roan takes his hand without being asked, following him to the trunk. "Here, babe, let's get this on and then we'll go inside. We should have a little bit of time before Y/N comes." You're cutting out of work early.

Eddie worries you'll get a good look at him all grease-covered and clammy and turn straight back around, but this is exactly as he looked when you asked him out the first time, and despite being busy you were insistent on seeing him. Good signs. Plus, you've seen him dressed up, so maybe you could just superimpose that image of him onto his frizz.

Eddie makes sure Roan is buttoned up warm before offering his arms. "Want me to carry you? I know you've had a long day, haven't you?" Roan wraps her arms around his neck and he stands, lifting her against his chest. She calms him down whenever he's nervous, resting her cheek on his. "Okie dokie, let's go inside."

"Kiss?" Roan asks.

Eddie kisses her chubby cheek. "Kiss," he says, the wool of her cardie soft under his hand.

He rushes into the restaurant to get her out of the cold, rubbing her back in a pointless mission to keep her as warm as possible. It's a small restaurant inside of an Inn, dark wood and carpeting lit by butter yellow sconces. It's nice but not fancy, a family place you chose without any input from him. He's always pleasantly surprised by how willing you are to have Roan join you —this wouldn't work if you weren't, but some people wouldn't be as accepting of it as you are. He thinks he's pretty lucky.

Luckier still when he sees you already waiting at the little podium. You're distracted by something in your pocket, looking up at the sound of the door closing. "Hi, Munsons!" you say, big sweet smile on your face.

"What are you wearing?" Roan asks.

You give a startled laugh. "This is what I have to wear at my stupid job. Do I look silly?"

"You look beautiful," Eddie says.

He means it more than anything. He's used to seeing you in nice skirts with a little chain necklace on. And that's perfect, you always look like the sweetest thing god ever let near him, but this is a different kettle of fish completely. You look—

"So pretty!" Roan says, clapping her hands together.

You visibly fluster at the double compliments. "I have to wear this stuff to seem professional. I always feel like I'm playing dress up."

"Are you kidding?" Eddie asks. "You always look great, this is… you look stellar. I mean." He shakes his head with feigned disapproval. "They let you walk around like that?"

You bring your hands to your cheeks.

"I'm kinda embarrassed, we look like a mess compared to you," Eddie says, shifting Roan in his arms sheepishly, his shoulders hiking.

"What are you talking about? You guys look nice! And they know it's after working hours anyways, you don't have to be perfect. Just hungry. What do you want, princess? They have a buffet, does that sound nice? We can have unlimited mac and cheese."

Roan's stomach gives a gurgle right on schedule. She nods emphatically.

You nod back, the buzz of their compliments here to stay as you step up to the podium. "I have reservations for three, under L/N?" you sound infectiously pleased.

Eddie dips his head down to Roan's ear. "Thank you for being so nice, babe. I think you made Y/N really happy."

"Can I have clothes like that?" Roan asks.

Eddie chuckles, picturing Roan in a button up shirt with a stiff collar and slacks, smart black kitten heels to match. "Maybe when you're older. I don't think you'd find it comfy enough."

"It's actually not too bad," you say, as the three of you follow a hostess down a gentle gradient into the restaurant.

Eddie shakes his head behind Roan's. You catch his plea, coughing suddenly. "I mean, the heels make my toes cry and I can't do any running or dancing in my pants, but you get used to it, Ro."

Roan lifts her lips to Eddie's ear. "I like dancing," she whispers.

Eddie pats her back. "I know. Let's stick to comfy clothes for now, okay?"

"Okie dokie. Why don't you wear stuff like that to work, dad?"

"It's hard to explain."

"You don't want to look nice?"

Eddie sighs as you laugh behind your hand. "It's dirty work, bub, I don't know what to tell you."

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themakeupbrush · 1 year

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In no particular order, my top looks from the 2023 Met Gala "Karl Lagerfeld: A Line in Beauty"

My thoughts are below, but I'll be honest, I didn't really do any background research this year because there wasn't much to be done. These are really just my opinions on whether or not I liked the look.

Ironically, I felt this was a very mediocre year, which led to me having a lot more favorites than usual because they were kind of all on the same level. In previous years I would have separated this into multiple posts, but I don't really see the point.

Doja Cat: I wanted someone to dress up as Choupette the cat and she delivered, and managed to do so in a way that was still fitting for the event

Keke Palmer: She looked amazing, and really captured the Chanel look with the bombshell hair and the extremely bedazzled tweed. I honestly don't want to think about how much that dress weighed

Anne Hathaway: Besides that fact that I love everything Anne Hathaway has ever done, this dress was the perfect combination of honoring Lagerfeld's style while also incorporating it into the style of the brand she was representing (Versace). It had tweed and pearls, but also sex appeal and safety pins

Cardi B: First, I just want to appreciate her ongoing commitment to high fashion and the fact that she had three (3) completely separate looks. This particular Miss Sohee look was my favorite because she's living out my glinda barbie mermaid fairy princess dreams

Harvey Guillen: This was one of the first looks I saw of the night, and still one of my favorites. It has all the Lagerfeld style essentials, but still manages to look unique. Plus, creative menswear always gets extra points because the bar is painfully low, though this year was a surprisingly pleasant exception.

Jennifer Lopez: It's not the most creative look, but it's right up my alley and honestly, do we expect anything groundbreaking from JLo? She's always going to show up in something pretty that's decently on theme enough for me to just focus on whether or not I like it. And this immediately makes me think of classic Chanel.

Penelope Cruz: She was a co-host, it's vintage Chanel couture from the 80's, and she's one of the people I most heavily associate with Lagerfeld and Chanel. A win all around.

Russell Westbrook: I really want to give Russell Westbrook credit for always showing up to the Met Gala and really going for it. I love all the details: the pearl necklace, the tweed blazer with floral clasps, the bows on the shoes

Chloe Fineman: Another first look that turned out to be a favorite. This again had all the necessary design elements without feeling like a cheap knockoff. Also major points for the bedazzled cat bag.

Anok Yai: I don't know and I don't care how this relates to theme, she looked like a goddess

Bad Bunny: Another man not only doing something interesting but incorporating the theme? Genuinely shocking. Obviously I loved the OTT floral cape, but I really loved the ode to c. 2005 Chanel with the backless suit and backwards necklace.

Gisele: She wore the same dress from an iconic 2007 editorial, proving not only that she still has it, but that she's always had it. A true supermodel.

Salma Hayek: She looked hot, I don't know what else you want me to say about it. Also it had color, which nothing else did. My eyes were starving for color.

Glenn Close: For starters, she needed an entire team to carry her train so props for that. She brought the drama, the glitz, and the "age is just a number so shut the hell up" glamor.

Lil Nas X: This was, for lack of a better phrase, a cheeks out, bedazzled, balls to the wall look. The Choupette inspiration is more obvious when he was inside with the fur (ish?) coat on, but I honestly didn't care. I needed a moment and he delivered. Though I do wonder (1) how long it took to bedazzle him and (2) will he every fully be de-glittered.

Brian Tyree Henry: I don't know if it's the pose or the cape, but it's giving me dramatic shakespeare vibes and I appreciate it.

Naomi Campbell: The only issue I have with this look is that they called 2010 Chanel Couture "vintage" and I can't accept that. Beyond that, I mean, it's Naomi Campbell in Chanel Couture. I was also dying for any semblance of color at this point and somehow this dress was among the most colorful

Jenna Ortega: The perfect combination of chanel tweed cropped blazer/mini skirt and the Wednesday Addams aesthetic. Which was interesting because I thought she was trying to move away from that but I don't care it was a successful look

Ava Max: Chanel was known for the haute couture bride, and this not only really captures that, it was one of the most and quite honestly only majorly dramatic looks of the night

Halle Bailey: She looked like a mermaid and I love that for her

Ashley Graham: I would have loved this look regardless, but after seeing the dress it was modeled after, I also think it was one of the best tributes of the night

Tems: Has she ever looked bad on a red carpet? Her headpieces are just getting bigger and more elaborate and I see nothing wrong with that.

Diddy: I love the drama + the floral cape, though I am left wondering how he didn't faint under all of that. Also, you can roast me all you want for captioning his post with Sean Combs but that's what was given to the AP so it's what I went with.

Shai Gilgeous Alexander: A final man who followed the theme and wore something interesting, arguably more interesting than some of the women. I actually think I like this look better without the coat over it.

#met gala #met gala 2023 #red carpet #fashion faves #fashion favorites #met gala favorites #to quote the princess diaries #your majesty paolo is exhausted

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fastlikealambo · 1 year

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national anthem:older!steve x black fem!reader

summary: steve harrington is running for president of the united states as the democratic nominee. he's polling well, people like him because he actually intends to keep his campaign promises, he's got great hair and a cute dog.

there's one problem: he doesn't do relationships, he's been seen doing the walk of shame too many times and his campaign manager has had enough. he needs a wife, or a least someone to smile and wave his messy ass through election season before disappearing into obscurity.

that's where you come in.

you're a sweet virgin kindergarten teacher who looks like disney animated birds help you get dressed in the morning. on paper you're perfect for the job and you have student loan and medical debt so you will silk press and laugh your way to the democratic national convention.

here's the thing:

you can't stand his pompous ass and he gets all tongue tied and sweaty when he gets within 2 feet of you.

it's gonna be a long fucking campaign.

bonus: here's two songs that are the background music in this chapter. can you figure out which song goes with what scene? I'd love to know your guesses.

angel - halle bailey

death of me - pvris

chapter one: washington, d.c.

“They’re calling you The Future Slut in Chief, Steve.”

Erica threw a paper in Steve’s lap, pinching the bridge of her nose before sinking into a chair to drink her iced coffee, the only thing to keep her from reaching across the table and throttling the future President of The United States.

Steve looked down at The New York Post, a picture of him in his boxers leaving someone’s apartment dead center. He shrugged, putting his feet on the table and leaning back in his chair.

“I look great and besides it’s the New York Post, nobody reads The New York Post, Sinclair. After the speech today no one will give two shits about that, nothing to worry about.” He said, shoving his sunglasses back on his face to block out the fluorescent lighting.

Four more newspapers with nearly identical pictures knocked the sunglasses right off his face and the forty year old nearly fell out of his chair.

“You can’t throw things at me, that’s treason.”

“Not yet.” Erica said sweetly.

“They’re making fancams of you and I quote, ‘ your slutty little waist.” Holly Wheeler said, Erica’s assistant said with a giggle, showing her boss her phone, the same bridge of some Cardi B. song filling the conference room over and over again.

“Send me that to me, won’t you Holly?” Steve said, reaching for his coffee.

“Do not send that to him Holly.” Erica sighed, pushing Steve’s legs off the table before standing up.

“Look Harrington, I joined this campaign because I believed in you. You had feasible ideas, a moral compass, the hair of a Kennedy and so much money I sometimes want to call the IRS for fun.”

“What was that last one-

“Never mind that. Everything about you screams all american but because you don’t have a partner or spouse, to the general public it also screams ‘I may or may not have people in my basement.’ Nobody likes a single male president.”

“James Buchanan never married.” Steve grumbled.

Steve Harrington didn’t do relationships, he had his fun every night, came home to his dog and empty apartment and focused on doing some good in his community with the outrageous inheritance his father left him.

There was no time for wives or husbands and that’s exactly how he liked it.

“James Buchanan thought a dime was enough money to live on so maybe not the best example. Steve, you have a chance to be the next leader of this country but doing the walk of shame at your prehistoric age is not going to get the votes you need.”

Erica was absolutely right but Steve would be damned if he said so.

“You need someone at your side for the last leg of the campaign and I’ve taken care of it. She’s been checked out and briefed, you’ll meet her on stage tonight when you introduce her, I’ve had Nancy edit your speech.”

“What the fuck Erica!” Steve yelled but Erica ignored him.

“She’s smarter than you, beautiful, and most importantly, she’s likable. So if you want to sit in the Oval Office for the next four years, you’ll wear the Tom Ford suit and act like this is the greatest love story ever told. You don’t have to talk to her outside of events if you don’t want to but you will do this. I have yet to fail you so trust that I can do the job you pay me handsomely for. Got it?”

No.

Absolutely not.

There was no way he was going through with this.

“To wrap up my speech so we can all get home safely, I want to introduce you to someone. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, to this campaign, to this country! I’m so proud to finally introduce my fiancée, let’s give her a big hand!” Steve said with a big smile at the cheering crowd, proud of the fact that he didn’t immediately vomit when the word fiancée came out of his mouth.

The click-clack of your heels coming up a staircase had Steve’s heart in his throat. At some point his clapping was no longer forced as he waited for the worst blind date of his life to appear on stage.

“Get it together Harrington, turn on the charm for two minutes and get the fuck out of here.” He thought to himself.

He could handle this.

Two seconds later, he was wrong.

So, very, wrong.

If there were words to truly describe how beautiful you were, Steve did not know them.

How could he?

How would ecstasy describe ecstasy?

Fuck.

Like Erica drilled into him a thousand times before the DC rally began, he reached out his hand to you, now enveloped in the scent of orchids and shea butter, and brought you into his arms for the world’s gentlest and fastest embrace. Your lips met with Steve’s cheek with a sweet laugh that made the crowd go wild as you pushed him forward towards the mic.

But no words came out.

That man was so busy looking at you he didn’t know the closing to his speech, the stump speech he had been giving for months now, the one he could recite in his sleep and accidentally yelled out during sex that one time.

A full ten seconds of uncomfortable silence with a sweaty man had you suddenly in front of the mic.

“I’m so happy to be a part of this once in a lifetime event supporting Steve! We’ve got a lot of work to do to get to the ballot box but we are ready to elevate and encourage our beautiful country towards a brighter future! Good night everyone, drive safe!” You nearly yelled into the mic, applause bursting through the audience.

You were quickly ushered backstage away from journalists, happy to get out as just as quickly as possible but Steve followed right with you.

“I-I had that back there!” Your fiance and future president choked out.

“Oh, so you can talk, wonderful! A thank you for saving your ass or a nice to meet you would suffice. I didn’t know a presidential nominee much less an adult man could drool like an infant but you’re full of surprises Mr. Harrington.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“I was not drooling!”

“My shoulder’s all wet Mr. President. Are we done here, can I go now?” You asked, turning your attention to Erica.

“I’m so glad you two are getting along! One more picture for all the socials and then you are free to go, Hopper and your security detail will make sure you get to your hotel safely.” Erica said, grabbing her phone for the picture.

“Big smiles, you two!”

You still couldn’t get over the fact that 24 hours ago, you were crying yourself to sleep wondering how you were going to pay your bills and get back on your insurance and now you’re prom posing with America’s Next Top Leader.

“I couldn’t have possibly drooled on you, you wanna know why?” Steve said through a frozen smile.

“Not really.”

“If I got the next First Lady of The United States all wet, you’d know, honey.” He whispered in your ear.

Motherfucker.

Next stop: Maryland! I hope you enjoyed this, I’m not too sure if it's any good :)

#older!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x black!reader #steve harrington fanfic

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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you could do one where dylan responds to 75 questions from vogue in his house while he holds one of his twins who fell asleep in his arm ( i just saw cardi b one when she’s holding kulture and it was hella cute that’s why i was inspired ) and his house with reader is just so bohemian and colourful and there are so many toys ! we love a messy organized/clean house not like those celebrity museum 😭

The Vogue 75: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Summary: 3.5k wc, Dylan allows the crew at Vogue enter his home and meet the reader, his amazing wife y/n, and their precious kids, proud to show off this side of his life as he silently admired how blessed his life was.

Warnings: family dynamics I guess? That’s about it!

“Babe, what are you doing?” Dylan asked, amusement clear in his tone.

“Cleaning Dyl” y/n groaned, “they’re going to be here soon”.

Dylan laughed and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

“You act like we’re some kind of chaotic household” he teases, kissing her cheek.

She smirks, “us? Chaos? Never!”

Dylan laughs, “see, there’s the spirit!”

She rolls her eyes, “Nate threw his peas everywhere though”.

Dylan suppresses a laugh but it doesn’t go unnoticed by y/n.

She steps out of his arms, turning to face him with her arms crossed over his chest.

He holds his hands up in defense, “I don’t know why he does that with you”.

“Mmhmm” she squints, “well since it’s so funny, you can clean them up while I get Avery dressed”.

Dylan laughs and nods, “fine, but then we’re done. The house is more clean than normal, we don’t need to make it look like we don’t actually live here”.

“Deal” she says, grabbing the fresh basket of laundry he finished moments ago.

“Aves hun, we need to change into regular clothes for daddy’s interview” y/n says, knocking on Avery’s doorframe to alert her of her presence.

The four year old grins at her mom and nods, “dress?”

Y/n smiles and kisses Avery’s head, “sure thing Aves. Which one?”

———

After getting Avery dressed and styling her hair in the way she wanted, y/n allowed Avery to return to playing with her toys.

“Dylan, have you seen Nate’s white socks? I only see his red ones here. I was planning on having him wear-“ y/n begins but stops when she sees Dylan had finished cleaning up the mess of peas on the floor from Nate’s lunch and dressed their two and a half year old.

Dylan smiles proudly up at y/n, “this is what you had planned right?”

She smiles back, walking over to her husband and son, giving them both a quick kiss, “yes, now both my boys are ready”.

Dylan blushes and picks Nate up to hold him, “seems the girls are too hmm?”

Y/n blushes as well but shakes her head as she laughs, “I’m still in my yoga pants and crop top Dylan”.

Dylan shrugs, looking at his son, “doesn’t momma look gorgeous?”

Nate coos and giggles, squirming in Dylan’s arm.

Y/n laughs and gives Dylan a kiss, “thanks handsome but I’m still changing into actual clothing and fixing my hair”.

Turning to Nate who is watching her intently, she smirks, “besides I think I have some peas in the bun”.

Nate turns his head to the side and babbles, making the couple laugh.

———

“That’s so exciting” the interviewer gushes, adjusting her seat on their couch in the living room, “what was the best part of that filming experience?”

As y/n quietly grabs a bowl of cheerios from the kitchen for Avery with Nate on her hip, Dylan’s face instantly breaks into a huge smile.

“I can truthfully say, as cheesy at it sounds, being able to be near my family and staying in our home was the best” he says, releasing a blissful sigh.

Y/n pauses her actions and smiles across the room, the kitchen island being the only barrier between the rooms.

Dylan winks and blows her a kiss, causing the cameraman to turn his camera towards y/n.

Y/n bites her lip and waves nervously with her free hand causing Dylan to smirk at the fact his wife still is just as awkward in these situations, happy fame hasn’t changed her in the slightest.

“This is your wife, yes?” The interviewer asks, causing Dylan to get up and walk over to y/n.

He helps y/n by taking Nate from her so she can get the cheerios poured into the bowl easier.

“Yes, this is the stunningly beautiful and insanely smart y/n y/l/n O’Brien. My wife and mother of our children” he gushes, blushing when he sees how everyone is looking at him.

Y/n smirks and giggles as he composes himself, kissing his cheek, “the charming Dylan O’Brien folks”.

She smiles and excuses herself to go to Avery.

———

The couple had decided not to force the kids to be in the interview unless they wanted to or happened to pass by or entered the room they were in.

They wanted it to be a normal day for them.

Therefore, most of the interview had passed before Avery showed herself to their guests.

She’d been content continuing her playing in her bedroom until y/n brought her a snack.

After finishing it, she wanted to put the dish away herself.

Well, mostly herself as y/n still needed to help her reach the sink and faucet.

Dylan was trying to get Nate to stop crying as he held him and tried to still answer the interviewer’s questions.

Y/n raised an eyebrow in his direction to silently ask what happened and if he needed help.

Dylan had a look in his eyes that told her he wanted to handle this.

Not just because the crew was there and cameras were on him.

Dylan always wanted to be the best father to both of their children and to him that meant being able to fix their fussy moods without his wife’s intervention.

While Nate behaved better for Dylan when it came to eating and bathing, he was more cooperative with y/n when it came to getting dressed and his play time.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t wanting the other parent to do those things, but for some reason he just had these preferences.

Dylan respected them but wanted to ensure Nate saw he could help him with those things too.

Y/n had seen the look in Dylan’s eyes when he showed her how Nate let him dress him without much of a fight earlier.

That look was gone now as Dylan clearly struggled to keep his fussy son on his lap and calm.

———

As y/n lifted Avery to let her rinse her dish, she watched Dylan closely to see when she could intervene without Dylan getting the wrong idea.

She knew eventually he’d likely get it handled but he was in the middle of an interview, that’s where his focus should be.

But Dylan thought otherwise.

He didn’t care if he was working or not, his son was upset and he wanted to fix it.

He’d already ensured he didn’t need to be changed, tried to feed him or get him water, play with him, nothing.

Dylan tried to simply rock him in his arms to see if he was just really tired.

As y/n opened the dishwasher for Avery and bent lower so she could place her bowl, she heard Dylan sigh.

“Babe, I think he wants you. I can't get him to stop crying “ Dylan said, trying to hide his disappointment with a soft laugh.

"Did you try his flamingo?" Y/n asked kindly, setting Avery on her feet and letting her run off to the toy shelf in the living room.

“Yes, his favorite one too, the one with the hat, he just pouted and dropped it before crying again” Dylan said, wiping the tears off his sons face before moving to hand him to y/n.

She shook her head so softly only Dylan could see it and tickled Nate, "Ahh, that's right little one... you can’t expect your daddy to know you don’t want the flamingo with the hat anymore”.

Dylan frowned and scrunched his eyes in surprise and guilt; how did he not know that it had changed?

When did it change?

Had he been giving Nate the wrong one for days and not knowing?

Y/n noticed Dylan’s silence and smiled at her boys, kissing both of their cheeks before walking to where the correct one was.

“ ‘member Nate? Daddy was showering when you decided just this morning that your new favorite was the flamingo with the glasses" she added, grabbing the appropriate stuffed flamingo from the floor.

Dylan let out a sigh of relief, it hadn’t been long.

He had no way of knowing of this change yet.

Y/n smiled and walked back to her boys, Avery on her heels.

“Here ya go Dyl, that should fix this one’s fussy state” she said, tapping Nate’s nose softly.

“Ahh, thank you love. Is this the one you want now? Hmm? Secretly changed your favorite flamingo on me?” He asked, a genuine laugh following.

Y/n smiled and lifted Avery as the little girl raised her arms up towards her.

Dylan scooted over on the couch, signaling for his wife and daughter to join him and Nate.

Y/n obliged and snuggled into his side.

Dylan wrapped one arm around y/N’s waist, the other supporting Nate as he snuggled his latest favorite stuffed flamingo toy.

Avery smiled at her dad before moving from her mom’s lap to join her brother on Dylan’s.

Dylan kissed Avery’s forehead and smiled, tugging y/n closer to him.

After letting the family have a moment, the interviewer kindly turned them back to the interview.

“How many flamingo stuffed animals do you have?!” She laughed lightly.

———

Y/n laughs and bites her lip as Dylan blushes, looking around the room.

She’d planned on picking the toys up last night but forgot and if Dylan was already trying to keep her from even cleaning up the mess from lunch, she wasn’t going to push it and put the toys away.

Plus, she hoped they’d keep the kids busy and out of Dylan’s hair for the interview.

Dylan rubbed his neck as he laughed, counting the various stuffed flamingos he could currently see, "at least eight?"

“Eight? Is there a reason they’re all flamingos?” She asked, making Dylan’s face brighter.

Dylan hid his face in his wife’s neck as if he was a child himself, his facial hair tickling her skin.

“We were in Florida when Nate got to watch his dad work on set for the first time” y/n explained, smiling at her family.

Avery’s eyes lit up as she watched her mom retell the story.

“Avery had seen his previous set but both kids fell in love with the beach set in Florida. They had Dyl actually on the beach one day and it was really nice, the kids got to play in the sand with him between takes” y/n recalled.

“These two take after their mom in how much they love the beach” Dylan whispered, his head resting on y/N’s shoulder but his face no longer hidden.

Y/n blushed, “Avery fell in love with the seagulls, hence-“ she said, pointing towards the fake nest resting next to the toy boy, a family of stuffed seagulls in it.

Avery giggled and nodded her head making Dylan smile and tickle her so she kept laughing.

“Whereas Nate adored the flamingos” y/n finished, shrugging.

———

“And they clearly have very supportive parents who let them enjoy these things and care about their interests” the interviewer complimented.

“Y/n may keep a list on her phone of their latest likes and dislikes to help us keep up” Dylan admits, kissing y/N’s cheek in appreciation.

Y/n blushed but turned the conversation back to Dylan, after all, the interview was on him.

“Speaking of the flamingos though, both the one with a hat that used to be his favorite, and the one with glasses that is his newest favorite, were gifts from Dylan” she smirked.

“The same goes for Avery’s favorite doll” she added as Dylan watched her in surprise.

He hadn’t even realized that.

It meant a lot to him that his kids chose his gifts as their favorites.

Especially Avery’s, as she was very independent like her mother and would often pick her own toys.

So the idea that one her dad picked for her instead, made his heart soar.

———

“They certainly seem to adore you Dylan” the interviewer agrees, making Dylan look at the kids in his lap who were now both content in his arms.

“They always have, which is why I can now go make dinner” y/n jokes, excusing herself now that the kids were occupied and safe.

“Now that they’re older, do your wife and kids travel with you when you need to film in another location?” The interviewer asks.

Dylan smiles over at his wife as she starts quietly setting up her cook station.

“They do yes. I’m beyond blessed in that y/n’s scheduled allows her to travel so freely and that she’s willing to help wrangle these two on the plane rides” Dylan says, admiring the two tiny humans on his lap.

“They’re not that bad on the plane Dylan” y/n teasingly scolds, shaking her head.

“But yeah, I get to have my perfect little family with me. I wouldn’t do it otherwise” he admits, blushing again.

“However, I do prefer us working local as we can be in our own home and relax more, it’s our space that’s tailored to just our family” he explains, eyes glancing around at the random assembly of plants, photos, toys, and blankets everywhere.

“Do you mind if we get some shots of the house itself before we go?” The interviewer asks, signaling to the cameraman.

Although they’d discussed it already, Dylan makes eye contact with y/n to double check, only for her to nod and smile.

———

“Ooh I can show our bell!” Avery gasps, slipping off Dylan’s lap and running to the front door.

“Wait up Ave!” Dylan calls, laughing.

“The bell?” The interviewer asks quietly.

“The doorbell, she loves the sound it makes” Dylan smirks, following his four year old.

“Nay-nay want to help them see?” Avery asks, looking at the boy in Dylan’s arms.

Although undoubtedly having little to no idea what she was saying, Nate claps his hands loudly.

Dylan sets Nate down so he can walk next to his sister and he smiles over at you, hoping you saw the sweet sibling interaction; which you did.

He leads his children into the front yard, the vogue crew following and closing the door behind them.

Dylan gets out his phone to record the scene himself so you can watch it after dinner.

———

“Ready?” Avery encourages Nate, carefully lifting him so he can push the button himself.

Dylan smiles to himself as he records his daughter being so supportive to his son and helping him press the “magical” doorbell.

It was simply a regular doorbell that they’d connected to their Ring camera higher up on the wall.

It was y/N’s idea as last year for months, little three year old Avery had pouted about not being able to ring it herself without being held.

It occurred then to Dylan his daughter knew Nate was too short to do that alone yet so she was helping him get to experience the thrill she seemed to feel when pushing it.

The chimes for that lower doorbell were specifically programmed to make the instrumental sound of her favorite Princess film theme song and always made her smile.

Dylan bit his lip as he thought about how they might need to now figure out a song that worked for both kids or somehow add a third button to their door.

However, when Nate was set back down, he noticed Avery grinning as Nate just stood waiting for someone to open the door.

Dylan chuckled and let out a sigh of relief before complimenting Avery on how she handled the situation and scooping Nate back up.

“You did that so well angel, do you want to show our guests the tour of the house?” He suggested, pleased with the glowing eyes that reminded him of y/N’s staring back at him.

———

Dylan watched peacefully as his oldest lead the crew around their home.

He laughed when he noticed she was explaining the rooms by saying what the family did in them.

For example, the family room was now called the “watching tv and playing games” room.

As they entered the kitchen, seeing the camera on Avery, he snuck the chance to kiss his wife as she cooked.

“Is it going okay?” Y/n whispered as Avery described the kitchen as their “food and dish room”.

“Absolutely. I know I say it often, but thank you for our perfect little family and letting me share them with the world “ Dylan whispered, holding Nate closer to him.

Y/n blushed, “as long as the public doesn’t say anything about the kids, I have no problem showing off our life”.

“I won’t allow that y/n/n, you and the kids have my word” he assures her, squeezing her waist with his hand that wasn’t on Nate.

She nods, “I know Dylan, now go finish so we can eat”.

“We actually are finished now” the backup cameraman spoke, turning the second camera towards the family and off of their photo on the wall.

“We just have to do your outro” the interviewer agreed.

“Come here Avey dear” Dylan encourages, bending down to pick her up.

“Here, let me hold Nate” y/n offers, wiping her hands on the cloth rag on the counter.

Nate babbles as he snuggles into his mom’s side and Dylan wraps one arm behind her, the other holding Avery to his other side.

“Ave, Nate, can I have some help?” He asked, having trained them on it so he could include them.

Avery nods and smiles up at her Dylan and Nate sucks on his thumb quietly, making y/n shrug.

Dylan grins and nods once, “alright”.

“I am Dylan O’Brien” he says, grinning so wide y/n is sure his lips will split, “and this was…”

“The voooogggg seveny fwive “ Avery says, nervously.

Nate babbles and claps his hands, making both parents smile at each other and their kids.

“Annnd cuuutt! That was so adorable, thank you all for letting us invade your space today” the interviewer thanks.

“Of course, and please don’t feel you need to rush out, you are welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like” y/n says, Dylan admiring how sweet and accommodating she is even though she has been working so much this week.

“That’s very kind, thank you. But, we have a long drive back to town, so we should head out now. Thank you again” the interviewer responds.

Dylan smiles and happily guides them to the door, pleased he will now get time with just his family and no more cameras.

———

As he turns back around, he pauses to watch the love of his life, his wife y/n, and her only competitions, his children Avery and Nate, as she holds one kid on each hip.

He smiles to himself as he snaps a photo on his phone, needing to use it for a new Lock Screen.

Alright, now, no more cameras.

“Want me to get them sat up to the table or want me to dish us all up?” Dylan asks faintly, not wanting to break the calm.

Before y/n can respond, he shakes his head and laughs.

“What am I thinking?” He scolds himself softly, “you cooked, I’ve got both tasks”.

“Dyl-“ she argues as he gently takes the kids into his arms.

“Ah, ah, shhh” he smiles, “I’m doing this small thing for my lovely family”.

Y/n blushes and accepts his token of appreciation and love as she follows him to their dining room.

Dylan sets both kids in their respective seats, ensuring they’re secure.

He winks at y/n, “you know, there’s an extra seat still”.

Y/n hummed and smirked, “not for long”.

Dylan sputtered and nearly fell over in his attempt to face her again when she interrupted his departure.

———

Dylan slowly, as if moving too fast would somehow make it turn out to be a joke, walked to y/n and knelt beside her.

“Really?“ he whispered softly, his soft eyes dotted with tears.

“Oh Dyl” she coos, cupping his face, “yes, really”.

Dylan smiles and shakes his head in disbelief, his watery eyes now fully crying.

“Daddy?” Avery asks worriedly.

Dylan sniffles and raises to a squatting position to she can kiss y/N’s lips, cheeks, and nose.

“I’m okay Aves” he promises, the loving tone shining through in his voice, “I’m more than okay”.

Y/n goes to give Dylan another kiss as he rests his hand on her barely existent latest baby bump but Nate babbles loudly.

Dylan and y/n laugh and smile at each other.

“Even more of a reason you should be resting!” He reprimands suddenly, a smile still present on his lips as he turns to get their dinners.

Dylan couldn’t be happier or imagine his life with anyone else, anywhere else.

He was honest when he said he’d give up his career for his family.

He was just fortunate that his wife didn’t seem to mind the chaos it brought them.

He didn’t stop smiling as he dished each plate and cut up the food into smaller pieces for the kids.

Soon there will be three dishes to do that with he thought, his smile growing until it physically hurt; not that he minded.

Dylan O’Brien Taglist: (last round) @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @directioner5life

Dylan is being added to the archived list so you can still see these works but I won’t be accepting requests for him anymore.

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mxdimitrescu · 5 months

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After Party

Synopsis: Salem and Cardi B. goes to the Awards and ends the night in a naughty way.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Cardi B x GP!Salem Black

(Masterlist)

Salem

I looked at myself in the mirror and straightened out my black tie and put my hair into a neat bun, showcasing my short sides. I smirked and went to the living room and called upstairs.

"Cardi! It's time to go!"

"Nigga, it takes time to look this good," Cardi said as she walked down the stairs, looking stunning in her dress.

"Wow, you look beautiful babe," I said stunned as I held out my hand for her to take and helped her get off the last step.

"Thanks bae. You look handsome," Cardi said, giving me her genuine smile that I only see.

I took her hand and walked outside of the house to enter the black limo. As we sat in the back, I told the driver to start driving. As the limo moved, Cardi leaned into my side while on her phone checking Instagram.

"Bae, smile for the picture," she ordered.

Cardi and I posed for the camera and at the last minute, I kissed her cheek causing her to grin widely.

"Aw baby, we look cute," Cardi said as she posted the picture on Instagram with the caption, "With my boo."

We sat in quiet with me holding her until we arrived at the Grammys.

"We're here," the driver announced.

"Ready babygirl?" I asked her causing her to nod.

I nodded and knocked on the window signaling that we're to go. I opened the door and got out to be greeted by cheers and flashes. I smiled at the cameras and gave a wave before turning my attention to Cardi. I gave her my hand and she took it as she got out of the car as the cheers became louder at the sight of her.

I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked on the carpet. We posed for the cameras for couple minutes until we were pulled in for an interview.

"Tonight, we have two of our nominations today, Cardi B and her handsome girlfriend, Salem Roark. How are you guys doing?" The interviewer asked.

"Good." "Awesome."

"Now, I heard that you are going to be opening the Grammys show tonight, are you excited, Salem?" She asked.

"Yup, I can't wait to open for the Grammys. It's a lifelong dream for me," I told her as I pulled Cardi close to me.

We continued the interview until it was time for me to go and get changed for my performance. I kissed Cardi and told her I'll be back after the performance.

"Make me proud daddy," she huskily whispered and pulled away smirking knowing the effect she had on me.

I shook my head at her while grinning and walked away to the dresser room. I changed into my performance outfit and walked out onto the dark stage and got into my position.

"Welcome to the 62th Annual Grammy Awards!" Alicia Keys greeted into the mircophone causing the crowd to cheer.

"To start off the Grammy Awards, our first performance is well know for her number one hit on the Billboard chart for a month. She has sold out 350 million copies overnight. It is my pleasure to introduce you Salem Roark with her song SUCKER!" Alicia said as she moved off the stage and the song began playing.

After few minutes, I ended my performance causing everyone to stand and applause and cheer for me as I smiled widely and got off the stage. I changed back into my suit and walked to where Cardi was sitting and sat with her. she leaned over and whispered into my ear.

"You look absolutely ravishing up there daddy. I got wet just watching you sing and dance."

I groaned silently at her words and and growled as I whispered back, "After this, I'm going to fuck you so hard once we get home, babygirl."

I saw her clench her legs and smirked as I turned by attention to the awards. We gave out awards and it was my category, Record of the year.

"The nominees are: Drake with God's Plan, Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper with Shallow, Post Malone with Rockstar, Lauren Jauregui with More Than That, and lastly, Salem Roark with Sucker," Alicia said as she opened the envelope and read out the winner, "And the winner is SALEM WITH SUCKER!"

I stood up with excitement and kissed Cardi on the lips and walked up to recieve my award and gave a speech.

"Wow, t-there's no words to describe. I want to give this award to my writers and producers who helped me write this song. I want to dedicate this song to my family who helped me become this person right now. And lastly, I want to dedicate this to my beautiful girlfriend, Cardi B. Baby, I couldn't have done this without you. You are my soulmate and I love you."

I finished my speech which resulted in loud cheers as I walked back to my seat to be greeted by Cardi giving me a full on kiss in front of the national television.

She broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you too, daddy."

I smiled and sat down with her beside me. We continued the awards with me reciving three more Grammys and Cardi also won two Grammys. The Grammy Award shows was coming to an end and all the artists were going to the after show party.

Cardi and I decided not to go to the after show party and got into our limo. As soon the door closed, Cardi straddled my lap wrapping her arms around my neck and her lips on mine.

Our mouths moved in passionate kiss, her tongue entering my mouth causing me to moan. Our tongues began fighting for dominance which I've won and explored her mouth. Cardi began grinding onto my hardening member.

Before we do anything more, we were stopped when the limo stopped and a knock on the door interrupting us. We exited the limo and walked into the house. I went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle while Cardi went to our bedroom.

As I took a sip from my water bottle, I loosen my tie and took off my jacket and vest and walked upstairs to our bedroom. I walked into to be greeted by Cardi laying down on the bed in her black lacy lingerie. I wetted my lips as she got up from the bed and sensually walked up to me, putting her hands on my shirt covered chest. She smirked and slowly unbuttoned my black shirt and slid it off my broad shoulder.

She dragged her nails down to my waist where she unbuckled my belt and pants and slid them down leaving me in my sports bra and boxer briefs that clearly shows my hardened member.

She grabbed me by my hard member, pulled me to the bed, and switched our positions to push me onto the bed. Cardi smirked as she slowly stripped off her black lacy thong and bra while my eyes darkened at the erotic sight.

She moved her hands to my briefs and slid them off my bottom and told me to take off my sports bra which I did. She then crawled onto my lap and started grinding against my abs, giving her the simulation for her clit as she drenched my abs with her cum.

I groaned at the sight as Cardi groped her own breasts. I tried to reach for them but she slapped my hand away shaking her head at me.

"No boo, you only look no touching," she wiggled her finger while smirking causing me to growl at her.

As she was distracted, I sat up and flipped our positions with me on top and wrapped my left hand around her neck.

I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Babygirl, I can touch whenever I want to. You're not in charge of me, I am in charge here."

With that, I moved myself in between her legs with my member aligned against her clenching entrance. With a smirk on my face, I snapped my hips, entering my hard member inside her tight clenching entrance.

Cardi shrieked in pain and pleasure as she wrapped her legs around my waist tightly and her nails dug deeply into my shoulders causing me to hiss in pain.

I smirked and started moving my hips, making slow and deep thrusts as I leaned down to kiss her. I requested entrance and was granted then our tongues began a long duel which ended up me winning the fight as I began exploring her mouth.

Cardi broke the kiss after few moments to whimper our, "Faster baby!"

I complied with her request and began thrusting deeper and faster, hitting the g-spot causing her to moan loudly.

"Yessss!" She arched her back with her eyes clenched closed and head thrown back.

"God babygirl, you look sexy as fuck," I husked out as I look down to see her black silky hair strewn all over the pillow, her lips swollen from the biting, her breasts moving along with her breathing, and lastly her dark brown eyes that promised mischievousness.

I bit my lip and moved my right hand to rub her clit while tightened my left hand's grip on her neck giving her the sensation. I started feeling her pussy starting to tightened around my member and I knew that she was close.

I leaned in as I kept thrusting and whispered, "You want to cum?"

She whimpered and nodded.

"Say it."

"Daddy, I want to cum," Cardi said as she moved her hand to grip my hand that was on her throat.

I felt my balls tightened at her plea and told her, "Look at me in the eyes babygirl."

She opened her eyes, dark brown eyes met my green eyes, and I said, "Cum for me."

With that command and one certain thrust of my hips, she had my member with a tight grip and came on my member with a loud shriek that turned into a moan of my name, "SALEEEM!"

The feeling of her juices coating my member made me grunt and did one final thrust and emptied myself inside of her. I groaned at the feeling of her walls unconsciously clench around me.

After few moments when our post orgasm moment passed, I gently pulled myself out of her causing us to groan at the feeling of emptiness and laid on my back besides her.

Cardi moved to lay her body on top of me and started tracing my abs with random designs. I softly rubbed her back as I stared at the ceiling.

"That was amazing like always," Cardi breathed out with a smirk as she got up and straddled my hip, looking down at me.

"Mmh, babygirl, what are you doing?" I hummed out as I rubbed her hips with my eyebrow cocked up in question.

"I want more daddy," she bluntly stated while slowly started moving her hip against me.

"Alright you insaitable kitten," I growled out as I moved my member under her clenching entrance without letting her know then thrusted up causing her to shriek with her nails dug in me.

Soon, we started our second lovemaking, then third, then fourth, and didn't finished till it was two in the morning when we finally passed out from intense session.

#cardi b #gxg #gxg smut #wlw #wlw imagine #gxg imagine #smut #gp!reader #gip!reader

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copias-juicebox · 1 year

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It's a Sin Chapter 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x fem! Reader Words: 5050 Genre: romance, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, SLOWBURN Warnings: in this chap: very sad and pathetic cardi, implied bullying whole fic: explicit languge, violence, abuse, age gap, smut (in the upcoming chapters blabla) Notes: we once again hit the 5000 words guys. I am kinda happy with this chapter I can feel myself improve with every sentence. Leave a heart in the comments to give Cardi a very needed hug to comfort the poor old man. And as always interactions are appreciated.

As the sun's first rays shone through your window, you slowly stirred awake. Sleepily you turned around in your soft bed until you realized where you were and you opened your eyes, your heart rate increasing with each passing second. You checked your phone on the bedside table for the time and instantly relaxed when you saw it was about 5:30 in the morning. You still had about 2 and a half hours before you were required in the infirmary to get introduced to your workplace in the ministry.

You fell back down into your pillows and took a deep breath. Today would be the first day that you were officially starting your job. It was all still quite outlandish to you. Your mind was racing once again, the same thoughts and doubts dashing through your head as last night when you desperately lied awake in your bed for countless hours before sleep finally took pity on you and took you in.

You had tried to not think about the day too much, but with yesterday's events and the information of your new boss being something like a “satanic pope” made you feel uneasy, and you were unsure what to make of it all. After all, you were going to spend the night under the devil's roof, and you hoped and prayed to God that he would protect you. The question lingered: would he actually do so? Would he not punish you for turning your back on him like this? Would he forgive you for your sins and connections to the devil? These worries plagued you all night, and unfortunately resulted in only 4 hours of sleep.

On the other hand, you felt unusually well?

You decided to leave the warmth of your covers and start your day with a refreshing shower. Once you stepped under the hot stream of water you felt your muscles relax. Up until now you had not realized how tense you were and how good the warm water running down your spine was. You washed your hair and body, contemplating your encounter with Papa and the Cardinal on the top of the stairs yesterday. Papa was so intriguing. He had a very intense energy that was surprisingly not off putting in any way. But you were going to tread lightly around him. Hannah had warned you about him, and you wondered if he was committed to the devil, if he had granted him clandestine powers. That would explain his extraordinary aura. Nonetheless, you could not deny deep down inside of you he was fascinating. You were sure it was not an attraction, no. You could never feel attraction towards a Satan -worshiping man. You could not allow yourself to be misguided by his sinful demeanor. And then there was the other man. He appeared to be a bit more approachable to you — clumsy even. Not nearly as intimidating as Papa was to you. Thinking about the strange man with his pencil mustache and sideburns led your thoughts to wander again. The man with his black biretta and nervous smile seemed to be the opposite of Papa. He could barely look at you when he shook your hand. Maybe he had been in a serious conversation with Papa that you two interrupted and he was intimidated by his presence. You could not tell.

When you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself up in a blanket, your mind was back to the day ahead. The weight of responsibility made you nervous. You wanted to prove yourself. You wanted to show them you were capable of doing your job.

You should not have been surprised, but when you opened the door to get dressed, the scrubs were not white as you were used to but pitch black.

You took them out and put them on, smoothing out the fabric as you stood in front of the mirror now. They looked good on you, too, and you decided to go with some makeup to look a little less tired. Just a bit of foundation and eyeliner with mascara. Finally, you finished your look for the day by tying up your hair in a high ponytail.

One last look into the mirror and you tried to convince yourself you were ready for the day. “You got this, don’t worry. Everything will be fine” you murmured to yourself

A knock at the door indicated that Hannah was waiting for you outside and you knew that the time had come for you to leave the safety of your room and get started on your first day now.

You walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Hannah dressed in her habit looking at you with a big smile and warm eyes. “Good morning, sunshine. You look gorgeous, sis. How are you? You must be thrilled, right?”

“Good morning, Hannah. You look gorgeous yourself. You pointed to her. “I don’t know if thrilled would be the right word for how I am feeling right now. More like hysterical, maybe.” You half joked.

“Ah, nonsense you are going to be fine, girl, I know that.” She said, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and walking down the corridor. “Let’s go get some breakfast, and after that I will bring you to the infirmary to Sister Jane. She will explain everything to you and you can get used to the outline of our hospital wing.”

Arriving down in the dining hall, Sister Hannah led you straight to a group of brothers and sisters. Watching everyone gather in the dining hall dressed in their black robes and satanic accessories was somehow less intimidating than you would have expected. It made you nervous nevertheless to meet other satanic believers. Were they all going to be as easy going as Hannah had proved to be?

“Morning, everyone. This is our beloved new nurse. Say hello,” She turned to you. The group greeted you in unison and you said your morning greetings back, introducing yourself. As you sat down, one of the Brothers asked if you wanted some coffee. You nodded your head and he asked the next table if they could hand over their carafe.

When he poured the warm, steaming liquid into your cup, you stopped him halfway. “Oh not too much please, I like to fill half of it with milk actually.” You told him, extending a hand.

“So you mean you like to drink milk with a shot of coffee?” He joked and you laughed.

“Yes I can‘t deny that. But it is the way I like my coffee best, so what can I say?” You shrugged.

As breakfast went on you got to know everyone out of the small group a little better. There were 3 other sisters besides Hannah and two brothers. They all seemed to get along well and you found them to be quite ok too. All you needed was to be accepted and respected (and not chosen to be sacrificed should they decide you were not good enough.)

You brushed those thoughts away for now and tried to just socialize with everyone normally.

Around 30 minutes later, everyone was leaving for their work and jobs in the ministry and that was your cue to grab Hannah and ask her to show you the way to the infirmary.

“Alright, alright, love, no need to rush. It’s not far away really.” She assured you, walking you down the corridor and then to the left. A huge door came into view and you were walking straight to the heavily decorated threshold and pushed it open.

As you entered the dimly lit infirmary you noted the high ceilings and ornate embellished walls. Flickering candlelight casted eerie shadows on the walls and accentuated the tapestries depicting occult symbols alongside shelves laden with ancient medical tomes and arcane ingredients. The beds stood in rows on each of the long sides of the rectangular room with crimson bedding and black curtains to ensure privacy if needed. Despite the unsettling atmosphere, an aura of quiet comfort envelops the space.

As you were too absorbed with the room’s ambiance, you didn’t notice an older Sister coming your way, halting and asking if she could help you.

“Sister Ana, this is our new support on the medical team.” Hannah said as she introduced you to the senior nurse.

“Oh thank Satanas, finally. I am so happy you are here to help.” Sister Ana cheered, embracing you in a warm hug. You hugged her back politely and she released you beaming at you.

“Sister Ana is our only nurse here since Sister Elizabeth retired last year.” Sister Hannah informed.

“Ah, I see. You must have been super stressed then, Sister Ana.” You replied, understanding Ana’s great delight of your presence.

“Come on Sister, I will show you where everything is and introduce you to the Ghouls.” Sister Ana ushered you further into the room, eager to have you on her team now.

The older nurse spent the morning introducing you to the hospital wing of the ministry. She explained to you where to find all the necessary items, ranging from basic items to treat a patient with a simple cold, to more specialized equipment for more severe cases, from severe burns or cuts that might even require some operations to contagious diseases and other serious illness.

At one point, an older man wearing slightly worn off Papal makeup and an older woman stood in the door of the infirmary, and Sister Ana asked you to go to the back room and get her a basket she had prepared for Papa Nihil. The makeup on that man's face was indicating him to be of high status within the ministry, and you tried not to let him wait for too long. When you came back with the basket, the old man looked you up and down with curious eyes.

“My my, who is that young lady, Sister?” He asked Ana, to which she proudly answered:

“This is the newest member of my team.” She introduced you to Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator.

“What a pleasure to see our community growing, and with capable people, too.” He smiled, not even hiding his apparent liking towards you.

You were not sure, but he appeared to like you, and you were very pleased to see that a high-ranking member of the ministry seemed to be happy with you (even though you did not do anything to prove you were capable so far). You literally just carried a basket from one room to the next!

The woman next to the man appeared not as friendly as the old guy. She wore a stern expression the whole time and did not even introduce herself to you. You brushed it off for now since you did not want to judge a book by its cover, but you were feeling that she was not as gleeful to your presence as Papa Nihil was. You were glad the two left after that.

As time went on and the day was nearing noon, it got impossibly hot outside. The sun shone mercilessly and the summer heat was palpable. On one hand, you were very lucky that the infirmary was on the backside of the ministry facing away from the sun and kept the whole room at a decent temperature, but on the other hand, you were getting overrun by Sisters and Brothers suffering from dehydration and sunstrokes. By 4 pm, the infirmary was packed and all beds were occupied. Sweat was running down your forehead and Sister Ana was as equally stressed as you.

About an hour later, Ana told you to take a break and you finally had time to breathe for a few minutes as many of the Brothers and Sisters seemed to feel well enough to retire to their rooms and sleep off the rest of their exhaustion.

You decided you would walk one of the Sisters you’ve met earlier at breakfast to her room since she was still swaying from left to right when she got up and then quickly grab something to eat for you and Ana from the kitchen (as none of you had time to go to eat lunch earlier).

The Cardinal was running around the ministry from left to right for 5 hours now, pulling at the collar of his robes to let some air meet his chest. He was supposed to check in with the Ghouls this morning, making sure they were doing their soundchecks properly. When a problem with the electricity turned up, it was also his job to get it fixed somehow. The scorching heat was wearing him down as the clock struck 2 and he was still far from finishing his duties today. Terzo asked for Copia’s help in translating another Latin text for the next Sunday mass and Papa Nihil was requesting his presence in his office— the latter scaring him as Papa Nihil was relentless when it came to Copia. Whatever the Cardinal did never seemed pleasing to Nihil, making him put in more effort the next time. He felt his head pound, running his tongue over his dry lips as he walked down the corridor to Papa Nihil's Office. Once he was done with whatever Papa had planned for him, he would get a momentary break and maybe he could figure out what that new nurse was up to in her free time.

After you successfully escorted Sister Rose to her chambers, you quickly made your way to the kitchen to ask for some leftovers from lunch. You were just on your way back to the infirmary rounding the corner as you nearly bumped into another individual crossing your path. You both managed to react in time to not actually knock each other off the ground but the other person stumbled over his own feet, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink that contrasted his pale complexion. He caught himself and reluctantly looked at you, sweat apparent on his face.

“Oh Sorella I.. I am sorry I was not looking..” The Cardinal stammered, gaze falling back to his feet as if it was too much for him to actually look at you for a second too long.

“No worries, Cardinal. I was not paying attention either.” You prompted, trying to ease his obviously anxious mind.

He hurriedly tried to move past you but you both tried to get out of the way of one another and shuffled from left to right at the same time, making the situation somewhat awkward and comical until you both stopped.

You started laughing heartily and he glanced up at your bashful smile as he joined in with a shy chuckle of his own.

“Corner-collisions happen to the best of us,” you exclaimed and the still-flustered Cardinal managed a small smile of gratitude.

Your easy going demeanor put the Cardinal at ease a little as you grabbed him by the shoulders carefully and moved his body past yours as you rotated on the spot.

“There we go, Cardinal.” You flashed him a warm smile and he started to shift on the spot seemingly not knowing what to say he mumbled another barely audible apology. His face was even redder now, making you worry.

“Cardinal, forgive me if I am being nosy, but have you been drinking enough today? You look a little pale, and I am sure you have already heard, but today seems to have taken a toll on the members of the ministry. I would hate for you to suffer from dehydration as so many others have,” you pleaded with him, worry lacing your voice.

“Y..Yes Sister yes.. I have. I. I.. uh.. I just have to be in Papa Nihils office as soon as possible, yes..” he muttered, earning a raised eyebrow from you.

“You should also not overwork yourself, Cardinal. Please make sure to take a break every now and then.” You warned him, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead to feel his temperature.

“Oh dear, you are hot.” You exclaimed shocked, resulting in Copia’s face to heat up even more hearing those words said to his face by such a beautiful human being. Copia knew you were talking about his temperature, but he could not help himself as the butterflies in his stomach seemed to rampage.

The Cardinal was not used to being treated so kindly and with so much care. All his life he had been used or made fun of. So, he put all his energy into his career and his job since he was a boy. He was a very hard working man. That was what grounded him in this harsh world.

“Uh, I am sorry… I mean you are burning up.” You interrupted his thoughts and let your hands fall back to your sides. “You should probably follow me to the infirmary so I can check on you properly, Cardinal.”

He shook his head. “No no no sorella, I cannot. Papa awaits me in h..his office, yes.” He gestured to the other end of the corridor. “I am fine Sister, do not worry, no.. no I am fine, yes.” He objected, turning around but you grabbed his arm effectively turning him back to face you.

“Cardinal please. I worry for you.” You countered.

Copia blushed immensely and for the first time he stared back into your eyes. Was this real? Or was he imagining things? That beautiful thing in front of him just told him she worried for him. He was fully aware she was likely just doing her job, but it made him squeal inside. “I..I am terribly sorry, sister. I will come to the infirmary after I have spoken to Papa, sí?” With these words he turned around once more and left you staring after him with concern. You hoped he was right. That he was feeling better than he let on.

Cardinal Copia’s mind was reeling. Right now he was only acting on instinct and that meant he ran. Not physically but metaphorically he ran. He needed to breathe. The new Nurse had an effect on him he could not explain, nor understand. He was sweating and that was not just the heat outside catching up to him. He had never been the most extroverted person, that was common knowledge, but whenever he was around you he was just utterly lost and nervousness ate away at him to the point that he felt stupid. And yet he still yearned for your presence. To be as close as possible to the almost painful heat that burned inside of him in your company. It confused the Cardinal immensely until the moment he stood before Papa Nihil's office and knocked on the door twice.

Sister Ana still had not stopped praising you since you had returned to her with some lunch leftovers from the kitchen, claiming that you were the biggest blessing the ministry ever received. The slightly older woman had such a warm energy radiating off of her that you felt extremely comfortable and her kind words never failed to make you blush. The two of you sat in the backroom, now finishing up your meal and laughing as Ana divulged some gossip that had you cover your mouth with your hand.

“I tell you, sister, the other day Papa Nihil actually shit his pants during black mass.” She whispered over to you. “I sat behind him and he farted loud enough for everyone sitting around him to hear it. You could really see him shift around and hurry off with Sister Imperator behind him leaving for the restrooms.” Ana snorted, the rest of the sentence barely audible between her giggles.

Your laughing fit was interrupted when the heavy door to the infirmary was forcefully bashed open by one of the Ghouls. The loud bang resonated in the room and the two of you jumped out of your seats rushing to the main entrance of the infirmary. That’s when you spotted a Ghoul and a Sister, the Sister rushing forward to you. “Aether, put him on one of the beds. Sister Ana, please, the Cardinal needs help.” Only then did you understand the Ghoul was carrying a man. He was carrying the Cardinal in his arms. Before anyone could move, you were by the Cardinal’s side checking his temperature and preparing a bowl with fresh, cold water.

“The Cardinal was in Papa Nihil's office when he suddenly collapsed. Luckily Aether was there.” The sister explained.

“Okay, okay, calm down Sister Morgana.” Ana said, soothing the Sister’s nerves, glancing over to you as you swiftly worked around the Cardinal’s bed. She decided to step closer and have a look at the Cardinal herself.

“He likely collapsed due to exhaustion and the heat, Sister. I was afraid that was gonna happen.” You told her, the last part mostly mumbling to yourself. You knelt next to his bed and drenched a clean cloth in the bowl with cold water and started wiping it softly across his sweaty and pale face.

“I met him in the hallway on my way here and he looked sick. I felt his temperature and he was practically burning up. I asked him to follow me to the infirmary, but he refused saying he needed to speak with Papa Nihil. He showed signs of dehydration and exhaustion but he was adamant to visit Papa Nihil first.” You explained to her, your voice lightly going up as the thought of him placing his duties before his health angered you.

Sister Ana watched carefully as you gently took care of the Cardinal. “I think the Cardinal is in good hands, Morgana. You should go back to report to Papa Nihil. The Cardinal should be fine. We will find out more once he wakes up.” The older nurse pointed out, bringing the now relieved sister back to the entrance door of the infirmary.

It took about an hour for the Cardinal to regain consciousness, a sense of disorientation settling in. The first thing he noticed was the sterile smell. Fatigue weighed heavily on his body, every movement an effort. It felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach and he weakly tried to sit up on the bed. With a dry throat and parched lips, he pieced together that he must have pushed himself too far this time. His body refused him and must have collapsed. His foggy mind struggled to untangle the events that had led him here. He should have listened to you. He should have listened to his body instead of ignoring all the warning signs. Tentative thoughts of missed tasks and nearring deadlines clouded his mind. He could not afford to pass out like that. The ministry and Papa relied on him. His thoughts ate away at him and Copia tried to push himself off the bed just to stumble and sway on the spot. His hands shot up to his head as a piercing pain shot through his skull.

It took you barely three seconds to cross the room and catch the Cardinal before he could fall. Your hands wrapped around his lanky frame, securing him in place and giving him more stability while he stood.

„Cardinal, please. What are you doing? You need to sit down!“ you ordered, gently pushing him back down on the bed.

„O.. Oh Sorella.. wh.. what is all this fuss about? I‘m fine,“ he says with a wince, clutching his head.

„Oh, you are not. You can barely stand with my help.“ you scolded him.

Copia glanced at you with a sharp look of bitterness and sorrow in his eyes. He hated to be seen as weak, even though he was. When he didn‘t answer, your eyes found his and the frown on your face was replaced by a look of worry and pity. He looked so fragile as if he was about to cry. All you wanted was to hold him and tell him it was going to be alright.

„Do you remember what happened after we met in the corridor and you went to Papa Nihil's office?“ you prompted softly, not trying to sound angry and starting to feel his temperature again.

Copia struggled in thought, the events after his near crash with you in the corridor hazy and blurred. „I uh… I remember a meeting.. a meeting with Papa Nihil.. yes. After that I don‘t know. What happened, sorella?“ he asked, afraid to hear something embarrassing.

You retrieved the thermometer from him, noting that his temperature seemed to be nearly back to normal, just slightly higher than it‘s supposed to be. „Well, I am not too sure. I wasn‘t there, but you collapsed in Papa Nihil's office, apparently.“ you shrugged, gaze softening when he averted his eyes staring at his feet, looking crushed. Taking in his defeated form, you sighed.

„You know I was not kidding when I saw you in the hallway, Cardinal. You looked.. how do I say this..?“ You tried to find the right words to not sound bitter and mean. Copia‘s eyes found yours again, afraid to hear the poisonous words you surely were going to spit into his face. How he looked like an ugly rat that was about to die soon and that it would have probably been for the best if he‘d just perish. But by now he was used to this. It hurt. It really fucking hurt each time, and it should not affect him anymore, but hearing these things from you would probably blow him off completely. You were the last person in the ministry he wanted to appear weak to. Life for sure was never going to get easier.

„Argh, you know I was so worried for you. You looked so pale that for a moment I was sure you were a ghost.“ you chuckled at the ridiculousness of your own words. „I am amazed you even made it to Nihil‘s office at all.“ you told him honestly.

Your words had an impact on him that he didn‘t expect. They were not harsh and neither were they laced with bitterness or hate. Two feelings people around him never ceased to show him throughout his entire, miserable life.

You grabbed his gloved hand into your own and held it, softly brushing your thumb over it. „You must promise me one thing, Cardinal. Please take care of yourself.“ The Cardinal was momentarily struck by lightning. At least to him it felt like that. He was completely and extremely overwhelmed by your words and actions. You held his hand, brushing his with your thumb. Oh how he wished he was not wearing his gloves today. He imagined how it felt to have your soft, delicate fingers on his own hands. Skin on skin. Your touch had his brain short circuiting. And when your words had made it into his brain, he was sure he must be levitating. You cared for his well being. The thought alone nearly made him tear up. He blinked away the wetness in his eyes so you wouldn‘t notice and cleared his throat.

The moment your hand made contact with his gloved hand you saw something. A picture of a black leather glove, wet but warm to the touch flashed through your eyes. But as fast as it had come it went and you froze for a moment.

„Sí sí, sorella, I will from now on. Thank you for your care. Can I go now? Secondo was going to send someone with a few papers to my office. I‘d like to see if they arrived, yes?“ Copia was eager to get up. His mind rushed back to the things he was supposed to finish today.

A hand on his chest pushed him back down. „You are going nowhere for now. Have you not been hearing what I just said Cardinal?“ you questioned, impatience in your voice.

„N..No I mean yes, sí sorella, I did, but I am feeling much better already, you see.“ He grabbed your hand and put it on his forehead. „No more fever, yes?“

His silly actions made you laugh out loud. This man could not be serious right now.

„You are staying here. No going anywhere, you hear me?! Nurses orders!“ you commanded with authority in your voice, successfully rendering Copia speechless.

Sister Ana called you to assist her in the backroom and you turned your back towards the Cardinal, heading to the door that connected the two rooms. As soon as the Cardinal was left alone he tried to get up and sneak his way out of the infirmary without getting caught. He nearly made it but unfortunately the heavy metal doors squeaked when he tried to push them open and you were standing behind him in an instant with a stern expression. After he‘d been brought back to his bed, you informed him that he was going to have to stay the night in the infirmary to make sure he was not suffering from any late consequences of him collapsing. He did hit his head on the floor after all, and you and Sister Ana both agreed to keep him here for the night under supervision.

As the sun set, the halls of the ministry grew increasingly quieter. Everyone was retiring to their respective quarters and the Cardinal felt he was sleepy. It took him a few minutes to fall into a deep slumber.

When he awoke again, it was in the middle of the night. The room was dark, just a candle flickered in the far end of the room. Now was his chance. He just had to be quiet and remember that the left door squeaked so he needed to open the right side.

Before he could completely sit up on the mattress, your voice startled him and he jumped up, turning around.

„Lay down!“ you insisted. „Don‘t even think about it.“ You sat coolly in a chair, flipping through an old book of ritualistic healing, from one of the shelves, not even bothering to look up at him. As fast as he sat up, he was lying down again, staring up at the ceiling, mind swirling around you and your gratefulness until eventually sleep claimed him again.

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ghostchems · 2 years

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restroom detour - cardinal copia x female!reader

you're out with your friends at the new local hot spot: the pinnacle lounge. a trip to find the bathroom has you stumbling into something not for your eyes.

notes: 2.1k word count, mdni! 18+! there be smut here. also i just love me some sweet cardi. ao3 link.

You and your friends were chattering away at the bar, drinks in hand. It had been a long work week and you were happy to be out with friends to blow off some steam. The Pinnacle Lounge had seemingly popped up overnight in your town and quickly gained a reputation for being a unique, good time.

The moment you stepped in earlier that night, you could see why. There were people dressed as nuns and priests, some wearing shiny masks and suspenders, mixed in with those dressed for a night out. The color scheme for the bar was black and gold while the lights shifted from neon green to a bright purple as the night wore on.

The music thumps and you all bop long with it. At this point, you are feeling pretty good as you finish up your second drink.

“I gotta pee!” You chirp cheerfully, giving everyone a small wave as you walk away. You set your empty glass down on the bar and take a look around.

“Fuck.”

You realize you have absolutely no idea where you are going. A few people bump into you as you make your way around the perimeter of the bar before you come upon a dark hallway. There is a door that looks like it has some kind of fancy “G” on it and you assume it’s the women’s bathroom.

The moment you open the door and step inside no less than ten eyes are on you. They were all wearing cloaks, concealing their entire bodies and were peering out of their hoods at you. It was dark enough in the room that you couldn’t see their faces. You finally take in your surroundings, the low glow of black candles lining the room, the smell of incense flooding your nostrils. Your gaze settles on the black altar in front of you and you draw in a gasp.

A naked woman is spread atop it, a pentagram drawn in blood on her stomach. A man was between her legs, his fingers digging into her hips as he glares at you, his mismatched eyes sending chills down your spine. His face was painted like a skull and he wore a black robe with gold details, his dark hair hanging in his face.

“Uh…uh…sorry!” Your voice sounds incredibly high-pitched as you back out of the room.

You can feel your heart beating out of your chest as you slam the door shut behind you, your feet carrying you towards the end of the hall. A man exits one of the other doors, stepping out right in front of you and you collide with a thud. For the brief second you are touching, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Eh, mi dispiace, mi dispiace.” He mumbles, his hands moving to grip your arms to help you catch your balance.

You look up at him and the first thing you notice are his eyes – the same ones that you had seen in the room. A jolt of fear causes you to jump back from him and he releases your arms, his eyes widening. He is wearing a cassock and biretta and his dark paint around his eyes were somewhat smudged.

“Are you alright, cara?” Copia sounds genuinely concerned, his accent thick as he reaches his hand out to you. You stare at it for a moment then you take another step back.

“T-there are people in one of the rooms doing weird stuff.” The words spill out of your mouth, your brain too rattled to describe exactly what you saw.

“Ah, yes… the ritual.” He sighs softly, sounding almost annoyed. “No need to be afraid, cara. They are just, eh, partaking in carnal pleasures.”

“But-but the candles and the cloaks and the blood!”

“How can I explain this to you?” Copia ponders aloud, his white eye glowing in the darkness. He looks around the hallway, his gaze settling on a bench against the back wall of the hallway. “Come.” His hand finds yours, pulling at it gently as he moves toward the bench. You realize he is wearing leather gloves, your eyes falling to the one in your hand, noticing the “G” symbol on it.

You wobble after him, your platform boots clunking as you pull your dress down with your free hand. He settles on the bench, carefully pulling you close to him as your knees touch. His hand still held yours, his thumb brushing it as his free hand removed his biretta. Brown hair spills out from underneath and he smooths it neatly back. His eyes were soft, contrasting with the sharpness of his nose and his dramatic eye paint.

“So, you’ve seen the inverted crosses around the bar, correct?

“Y-yes.”

“Good. I am a member of the clergy that owns and operates this bar. It is meant as a safe space for everyone to come, have fun, be themselves and… partake in sin.” His lips curl into a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You feel a blush creep up your cheeks.

“But not in a harmful way. The ritual you walked in on is very safe, very controlled. It is meant to represent, eh, the procreation of the antichrist.”

You stare at him dumbly, feeling that you are too drunk for this conversation. Copia smiles warmly at you, letting go of your hand and bringing his up to your cheek to caress it gently. “The things you saw that frightened you are merely decoration to help establish the mood. It’s meant to be fun; it’s meant to be dramatic… it’s meant to be erotic.”

You can feel heat start to rise between your legs by his words, causing you to squeeze your thighs together. Of course, he notices, and drops his finger to your chin, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. Your lips part as you shiver from his touch, your wide eyes meeting his duochromatic gaze.

“Does this make you feel better about what you saw, dolce?” He purrs, inching his face even closer to yours. His smile has turned from sweet to seductive, his eyes shining mischievously. You can only bring yourself to nod and your nose brushes against his as you do so. A shuddered breath leaves your lips as you find your hands find his chest.

Copia takes this as his opening and presses his lips to yours tenderly. You can taste the alcohol on his soft lips, your hands traveling up his chest to the back of his neck. He sighs against you, deepening the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth as he pulls you in close. His hands start to wander down your sides, settling on your ass before he slips them under your dress.

You moan softly as he starts to massage it, the feeling of his leather gloves on your sensitive skin sending shivers down your spine. His teeth tug at your bottom lip as he pulls away from you, giving you ass one last squeeze as his fingers drift to pull your dress down for you. Copia then grabs your legs and pulls them into his lap.

He is paying so much attention to you, despite the silence between you both. It’s a comfortable silence as he caresses your legs (and you are mentally patting yourself on the back for shaving them that day). The fear of the ritual you had witnessed is completely gone now, your mind and body at ease as you settle into Copia’s lap.

This was not how you thought your night was going to go but you are not complaining. This was the most you’ve been touched by someone in a long time, having given up on dating a while ago and you weren’t typically one to put yourself out there like this. Something about him, the way he gazed at you, the way he cared enough to explain away what you had seen…

His fingers start to drift to your inner thighs, drawing small circles as they continue to move up. You swallow thickly, wide eyes looking back at him as your cheeks flush. Your legs spread ever so slightly, allowing him to continue further up your thigh.

“Is this okay, dolce?” Copia whispers, brushing his fingers even higher. Your face is completely flushed now, the closer he gets to your cunt the more wet it becomes. There is some nervousness buzzing around in the back of your head – despite being hidden by the darkness of the hallways, you were still in a public place. But again… this bar was owned and operated by a satanic organization…

“Yes…please.”

He pulls your underwear to the side, his fingers dipping into your wet folds. Copia hums in approval, then presses one his fingers against your entrance. You shudder, grabbing on to his cassock and pulling him close. His nose brushes against your cheek before settling his face in your neck, breathing you in deeply.

“Such a naughty girl.” He growls against you, his finger curling upward, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you. Your hips buck at the feeling, squeezing your lips shut as a moan bumbles up your throat. You feel him chuckle against your neck then presses a kiss to it as he slips another finger inside.

He starts to kiss, bite and suck at your neck, and by now you are feeling drunk off of him. You can tell by how roughly he’s moving his mouth on your neck that he’s leaving marks all over you. Your lips are quivering now, trying desperately to hold in your sounds which is all but impossible now as he adds a third finger.

Copia pumps his fingers in and out of you, quickening his pace as he relentlessly presses into your bundle of nerves. Your entire body is trembling, your hips jerking wildly against his fingers. At this point, you’re over being discreet as breathy moans spill from your lips.

Your hands move to grip at his shoulders, nails digging into them as you squeeze your eyes shut. He’s growling against you now and you can feel the vibration rumble of them down through your chest. Your muscles start to spasm and tense as the rest of your body trembles, a sharp cry rising from your lungs as your orgasm falls over you.

Your chest heaves as you start to come down from the high, feeling even more hazy than before. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, hovering there for a moment as you feel his warm breath on you before he pulls away. “I am very glad we ran into each other tonight, dolce.” He purrs, bringing his fingers up to taste them. You’re still recovering as your mouth drops open, watching him. “Ehm… why did you walk into that room in the first place?”

“Oh, well…” You feel a pang of embarrassment in your chest as you chuckle quietly. “I was looking for the bathroom.”

He breaks out into a brilliant, toothy smile. “Tesoro, it’s right behind you — eh, if you still have to go.”

“I probably should now.” You grin as you swing your legs off of his lap, your boots clunking to the floor. He pulls your dress down for you as you stand and you can feel yourself start to blush again. “Thank you.” You squeak before scurrying to the bathroom.

Once inside, you do your business while your mind is exploding, thinking about what just happened. What did just happen? You got finger fucked by a stranger in a bar after witnessing a satanic ritual simulating the procreation of the antichrist. Maybe this was a typical Friday night for The Pinnacle Lounge.

Your legs are still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm, wobbling as you make your way to the mirror. There are very obvious red marks all along your neck as well as some black smudges from his eye paint. You think about trying to wipe some of it off, or at least try to make some of the marks less noticeable for a second before you decide… fuck it.

As you wash your hands, you start to panic, thinking that maybe he won’t be out there waiting for you. It wouldn’t be the end of the world but — you really wanted him to be there. There was something about him that just drew you to him. Again, your mind turns back to how sweet he was with you and how handsome he was.

When you leave the bathroom, he is standing near the bench, waiting for you. He looks like he is almost nervous, his cheeks flushed as he turns his biretta over in his hands.

“Dolce, I’ve realized we have, ehm, kind of done things a bit backwards tonight.” His lips twitch into a small smile, reaching for your hand. You immediately place your hand in his and he presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “I’m Cardinal Copia… ehm, will you allow me to buy you a drink?”

#cardinal copia #cardinal copia x female reader #cardinal copia x reader #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfic #my writing

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ashourii-a · 9 months

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OK so ever since it was pointed out to me that my Birth of Venus tribute looked like Thumbelina I literally can't unsee it and tbh it was completely unintentional but ended up looking exactly like her lol. Anyway I wanted a Redo because this is one of my favorite paintings of all time and I want it to be more visually clear what its based on!

My big inspiration for this version is the Mugler dress that Cardi B wore, making the flower into a shell to reflect the painting, Making the look more 'nude' to reflect Venus and 'hopefully' giving her the appearance of wet hair to reflect what the painting is depicting with Venus being born from the sea.

#birth of venus #birth of venus fanart #My Art

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cardierreh15 · 1 year

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Baited

I do not give anyone permission to copy and repost my work!!!

Warnings 18+: None! Just Heavy Flirting 💗

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Cardíerre (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: After their Interview on Cardierre’s good friend talk show, Henry meets Cardi in her dressing room.

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***reposting because my computer shitted on me the other day lol***

‘Ms. Lane! you’re on in 5!’

She was pacing back and forth across the dressing room. Her breathing labored and the choking sensation in her throat only made her feel more anxious. This was her first appearance on a talk show,no matter how much time she took to prepare, none of what she practiced felt right. She then stopped in front of her mother and placed her hands on her hips, ‘How do I look?! Do I look OK?!’

‘Child,’ her mother stood up and dusted Cardíerre’s shoulder off, ‘You are my child. Therefore, you always look good. I know this is your first talk show, but this isn’t any late night host. You and Tokio have been friends for years now; she’s not make you look crazy on live tv.’

Cardierre began to chew on the skin on the inside of her bottom lip. ‘Mmm, what if I trip or something? You sure?’

‘Positive! Now—‘

‘Ms. Lane!’ The producer knocked on the door and walked inside, ‘It’s time.’

Cardíerre looked back at her mother and let out a deep breath, a nervous smile spreading onto her lips, ‘I guess it’s now or never. I got this… wish me luck ma.’ She then spin gracefully on her toes and walked towards the door.

‘You’ll do great baby! You’re my baby girl!’ Her mother called out.

As the two women walked down the busy hallway and towards the curtain, she could feel her knees wobbling out of control. Her hands were sweaty, her mouth felt cotton dry, and she felt parched. It appeared that they were coming back from commercial break. A makeup artist dusted Tokio’s face with some powder, and another person touched up her hair. Cardi stood there, snacking on her lip, trying to calm her nerves before she heard a familiar voice call out to her. ‘Cardi!’

Her head spun around quickly, looking over her shoulder to find the mysterious figure, emerging from the shadows. He had the gleaming smile of a thousand angels. She was met with the bluest of eyes, and the calmness in them reminded her of waves of the Atlantic. Not to mention his incredible height over her. He looked like a beast towering over her.

She swallowed her spit; it felt like a pound of bricks just fell into the pit of her gut. But also, in a strange way, she felt relieved. ‘Henry?! Oh my God! Henry!’ Her heart rammed in his chest as he chuckled, wrapping his firm arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning her around.

The two laughed gleefully.

She even took the time to take in his scent. Mmm, and he even smelled of the heavens. She thought to herself, he smelled of Tom Ford. A smoky musk. Perhaps Oud Wood. Damn, what a tasty scent on him.

Once he placed her down on her feet, she pushed her hair behind her ear, laughing happily. ‘You must be that mysterious guest everyone was talking about! I swear, I’m gonna kick Tokio’s ass!’ She said, placing her hands on her hips.

Henry chuckled, ‘She meant no harm. She expressed to me how nervous you were to be here today. I just volunteered to come.’ He gave her an innocent shrug.

Cardierre smirked with a nod, ‘Right.’ She knew that was a lie. Tokio was one of Cardi’s close friends. She knew the love she had for Henry; This was all just a scheme, but she was not gonna fall for her tricks tonight.

Cardíerre watched nervously as Tokio gave them their introduction;

“Some of you may know her as Rhea, or the Girl of Ganymede. But I know her as my closest friend. Ladies and Gentlemen, please give it up for Cardierre Harris and her beloved Co-Star, Henry Cavill.”

‘Oh shit. That’s us!’ She basically skipped towards the curtains. The crowd was so full of energy and excitement! And now that he was there, she didn’t feel anxious anymore.

She walked out first, where the crowd had seemed to have gotten louder at the sight of her. She waved her hands with a pretty white grin written on her full lips.Henry stood to the side with his arms outstretched towards Cardíerre showing her off to the crowd. Then, she approached Tokio who was standing up with her hands reaching out for a hug.

Cardi laughed sweetly before embracing her in a hug so sweet, they rocked side to side.

Once the hug was broken, Cardi walked over to her seat while Henry walked over and they placed French kisses on one another’s cheeks. The music from the dj quieted down after a while, the crowd buzzed with excitement; the warm reception of the crowd made Cardi feel right at home.

‘Please! Have a seat! Get comfy, mi casa and all that.’’ Tokio giggled, she’d never been so zealous before, the bright smile stretched across her round face brought youthfulness to her features.

Cardierre and Henry sat down next to one another, just a few inches apart.

‘First of all, this is something we’ve literally dreamed about, texted about, and planned for many years. Now you’re sitting across from me, on my late night show, telling me about your new movie that you star in. In the words of the rapper Future, life’s good.” The crowd chuckled a little, as did Cardierre, she nodded her head looking around the set, and to the audience impressed. Henry gave a golf clap in agreement, he was mainly there to cheer Cardíerre on from the sidelines, so he remained quiet for the most part. This may have also had something to do with Tokio’s plot to get Henry and Cardi together. It’s not like she had to beg him to be here tonight, he wanted to see her up close and personal during her interview, as if their press tour wasn’t enough.

‘You two look fabulous by the way,— honestly! Don’t they look great everybody?’ Tokio called out to the audience. And the room roared with applause.

Cardi giggled, looking over at Henry for a moment as he smiled at her.

‘Thank you, Tokio.’ Cardíerre grins, one leg crossed over the other, she leans a little closer to the armchair feeling more relaxed.

‘It’s no problem! It’s no problem! First of all, I would like to congratulate the both of you! “Rhea” totally crushed the box office in the past 3 weeks. Capping out $902M in the US alone! That. is. insane! And this is your first movie!’ Tokio tapped her note cards on the desk, she took a breath letting the high energy settle.

Cardi nodded with a huge grin curling on her lips. ‘It is! And I couldn’t have been any happier with the team I got, the amazing - supportive actors.’

‘That’s wonderful! And speaking of supportive actors, I brought Henry out here today so I could get an outside point of view of what it’s like working with you.! He said it was an absolute bore and he’d never do it again.’ Tokio said playfully, seeing the looks on their faces made her erupted with a humorous laughter.

Henry’s eyes grew wide and his mouth fell, ‘Oh I would never say such a thing!’

Cardi’s mouth fell and she playfully hit Henry on his arm, ‘How dare you Henry!’

Tokio straightened up as the audience recovered from their own laughter ‘I’m only kidding. Henry, you’re amiliar with being the superhero right? You’ve been the iconic Superman and was somewhat of a vigilante in the Netflix show, The Witcher. Do you think from someone who has been the star hero for all these years, that she was able to capture the characteristics of being a superhero, and a savior of Earth?’

Henry inhaled a deep breath as he seemed to think for a moment. Truth be told she did a fantastic job, not only did he get a professional partner, but one that is so ardent about the job. Usually he’s able to keep his emotions separate from the acting, but through their work, he found himself falling for the woman behind the character.

‘Well shit, don’t think too hard.’ Cardierre said with a slight giggle.She too was curious as to what he would say, during the press tour in Europe Henry was reserved when it came to his opinions of Cardíerre’s skills. Tonight felt different, Tokio had sent a pint of Gueniss to his dressing room as a ‘gift’ for being a guest on such short notice.

Her remark caused the crowd to erupt with more laughter.

Henry chuckled, ‘Well I had to think for a second. If I say the wrong thing, I may get your heel lodged in my head.’ He chuckled once more, ‘Honestly…I couldn’t have asked for a more gorgeous, kind hearted, and patient partner. Any time things may have gotten too heavy, and I had to step out of it at any time; she’s right there comforting you. She is just supportive! Certainly a blessing to have around.’ The crowd buzzed with laughter. It caused Cardi to snicker a little bit. ‘Awww, Cardi!-‘ Tokio gushed.

Cardierre looked over at Henry with a subtle smile, and Henry’s gentle grin had never faltered.

“Those were some incredibly sweet words. She’s always been the encouraging one of our group.” Tokio giggled lightly, to add fuel to the fire, she leaned towards Cardi over her desk, and pretended to whisper, “Did you get the part where he said you were gorgeous?”

“Tokio!” Cardi shouted, she pressed her lips together trying to hide the grin from appearing onto her face. Embarrassed, she puts her hands to her cheeks, and blinks one too many times to be counted as normal.

“Alright, okay, I’m done…moving on. Cardíerre, tell me how it feels to not only see yourself in a D.C film, but to be the one pioneering a plus size, dark skin hero as the main character on your first try. Like that is an amazing roll out if I’ve ever seen one.” Tokio praised, she watched as Cardíerre’s eyes teared up, that whole filming process was a mix of fun, and frustration.

“Well, first of all— it’s life changing. It’s only been a few people in cinematic history that have been able to craft and create something and be the face of that item; in this situation— that person. It’s a very powerful feeling because then I was able to stay true to the source and myself and no one could take that away from me— no matter how hard they tried. When it came to what society saw, some people did not agree with being a black plus size superhero and that’s fine! But it wasn’t for them to like. It was to push a message that no matter how big or small, you could be just as strong as Superman if not— stronger.”

“Oh I don’t think you can beat me.” Henry said with a smirk, raising his brow as he looked at her.

“Oh no?”

“Uh-Oh.” Tokio giggled as she watched their little banter.

“Well, we’ll just have to put it to the test one day. I still got the suit.” He grinned.

Cardierre rolled her eyes playfully before she looked back ahead at Tokio.

‘Ohhh shoot! Looks like we may get some action here!” Tokio laughed and fixed her cue cards once again. So what was it like being Rhea’s love interest in the movie? I understand that it is a superhero movie and to make the main character seem more — normal… they tend to fall in love! So what was it like forming that bond with Rhea… well, essentially Cardi too?’

Cardi could feel her heart sink at this question. She balled up her fists as her knee bounced and her pretty brown eyes stared at Tokio.

‘Why are you throwing me under the bus here?!’ She laughed, somewhat embarrassed.

The crowd laughed as well.

Tokio thought this was all hilarious. Having her close friend here with the man she had accidentally fallen in love with while filming this movie. Cardi was in a tough spot right now. But she had to play it cool.

‘Well,’ he chuckled for a moment, pausing to get his words right, ‘Honestly, we kept it as sincere as possible,’ Henry then looked over at Cardi with a gentle smirk, ‘She was easy to work with so therefore, it was very easy for me to tap into Zagerion. Not to mention she was great with everyone else too. Respectful, thoughtful. I hope to be involved with Cardi more in the near future.’

Her cheeks burned as she sank her pretty white teeth into her bottom lip. Her dimples deepened as she felt the sudden urge to just cover her face with her hands.

‘Awww, Henry that was so- Cardi?!’ Tokio peaked over with her eyes the size of dinner plates, ‘You ok?!’

Cardierre dropped her hands as she was trying to stiffen some goofy giggles from her lips. Waving her hand and shaking her head, ‘I’m OK! I just feel like he’s being way too nice right now.’ She laughed as the audience chuckled and awed.

‘Oh girl please stop it! For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always been a force to be reckoned with. And so passionate and loving. You deserve this glory!’ The audience clapped and whistled as Tokio gave her close friend her flowers. ‘Well! Henry, Cardi- I want to thank you both for coming by today! Henry, I’d have to say you look a lot more charming in person.’

Henry chuckled and nodded, ‘Thank You.’

She then turned to face the audience, ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, Them and Theys, “Rhea” is now out in theaters world wide!

***

Cardi had her hands placed flat upon the counter in her dressing room. ‘Honey, I don’t know what you’re so worried about! I think you did a phenomenal job! Was it because of-’ she paused and jerked her head towards the door.

Of course it was. She’d be a flat out liar if she said that traveling around to these press conferences, talk shows and interviews weren’t causing her to bend romantically in his direction. He was always there! And when he wasn’t, he was always sending her memes he’d find on Reddit and reassuring her how well she was doing with everything. Cardi stood up straight and turned around to face her mother and leaned against her dresser. ‘You know what it’s like to be in love, mama. You know that it’s a game and a risk… a gamble.’ She looked to the side before her head fell.

Her mother gave her a gentle nod as a smile curled on her lips, ‘I did. But, everyone sees the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you for that matter. It’s like you mirror one another. Without even knowing.’

Suddenly, there was a cheerful knock at the door. Her mother walked over to the door and poked her head out of it when she opened it. ‘Who is it mama?’ Cardi asked as she stood up straight. Her mother then stood to the side and pulled the door open for him to walk through. Henry held a big bouquet of sunflowers in his hands.

‘Henry,’ she looked at the gorgeous bouquet before glancing over at her mother who just quietly walked out of the room. ‘What’s this?’

‘I just wanted… to drop these off by you. I want to show you my gratitude and how I am extremely lucky to have worked with you.’

Her lips parted for a second before they just curled up into a genuine smile, ‘They are beautiful.’ She walked over and carefully took the crystal vase out of his large hands and cradled them.

‘Thank you, Henry.’ She said softly as she ran her thumb gently over a petal.

‘Of course. I tried to pick something that reminded me of you. They were the first thing I saw and nothing fit more.’ He chuckled as he ran his fingers through his hair.

‘Well that’s thoughtful. Yellow is one of my favorite colors… Sunflowers are one of my favorite flowers. You didn’t disappoint.’ She smiled softly as she turned around and placed the vase on the dresser top and admired them once more.

‘Well I… I should be getting on now.’ He sighed softly, ‘Will I see you soon?’

Cardi looked over her shoulder and then she turned around to fully face him once again. ‘Leaving already?’

‘Yeah, I got my aunt and Kal waiting in my dressing room… I should get back to them now. Plus I don’t want you to feel like I’m all up in your hair. I just–’ He trailed off before he glanced to the side.

Clearly there was much more he wanted to tell her. And there was a lot more she wanted to tell him too.

‘Henry, what are you doing?’ He whispered to himself.

Cardi’s head fell to the side, ‘Henry?’

‘There’s– I’ve been trying to put the appropriate words together… But the older I get, the more I realize things that are unplanned turn out to be so much more fulfilling and memorable.’

She just stared at him as he did his best to explain what he was going through.

‘Cardierre, whenever we’re in the same room… or someone mentions your name I freeze. I look for you and if you’re there, I’m at comfort and peace. I have never felt this spark with someone else. I tried- the best I could to fight this feeling but the more I fight it, the stronger my love grows for you.’

Cardi’s arms dropped slowly from the fold on her chest. ‘Wha-what?’

‘I don’t want to keep fighting it anymore, Cardi. I’m in love with you. I can’t see myself with anyone else but you.’

She stared at him; her eyes glued on him. She couldn’t even blink. She felt as if there was a tumor in her throat and she couldn’t swallow.

‘Can you just– say something?’

‘I can’t…’

‘You just did.’

‘Henry..’

He swallowed his spit and walked up to her, ‘Tell me… Tell me that you don’t feel the same way. Tell me that you don’t love me and I swear I will never bother you again.’

‘Henry..’ she looked up into his eyes as her head fell to the side. She then let out a gentle sigh and bit into her bottom lip. ‘I’ve– You bring me so much joy. When you’re around, my world… everything… everything that i’ve ever said, everything that i’ve ever done… it makes sense.’

He brought his hand up to push her hair out of her face before cupping her jaw softly.

‘I love you… I love you, Henry. You’re my heart. And my heart is yours.’

‘You mean it?’ he said lowly, leaning down, initiating a kiss.

‘How could I prove it?’ She asked, breaking the glare from his eyes to his lips.

Henry slowly closed his eyes as he leaned in just a bit more. She then wrapped her short arms around his wide frame. Cardi parted her lips gently before her full lips were met with his.

His lips.

They tasted of sweet Cherry Balm. They were so soft and tender to the touch. She just embraced his taste with open arms as her fingernails dug gently into his muscular back. He held her pretty face in his palms before one arm dropped to wrap around her waist and the other to grip her rump; giving it a firm squeeze.

The sudden squeeze caused her to jump in his grip. A laugh escaped her lips as she began to regain her composure. A sigh left her lips as her eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze once again.

‘Too soon?’ Henry chuckled.

‘No..God No! I loved… that! But I want us to keep this as lowkey and private as possible. If it does come out about us… being together I won’t be mad but- let’s take it slow in the meantime… yeah?’ She smiled softly as she pushed his thick loc from his forehead.

Henry smiled softly and gave her a gentle nod, ‘If that’s what you want. Can I call you tonight?’

‘Yeah… call me when you get settled in with your aunt and Kal. Oh! Speaking of Kal… when can I see him again?’

‘I can bring him to the hotel tomorrow… if you’re cool with that.’

‘I am! Maybe we can take him to the doggy park down the street too!’

Henry smiled softly and nodded gently. ‘I like the sound of that. I’ll see you later?’ he said as he brought her hand up and placed his lips against her knuckles.

‘You will.’ Cardi giggled.

‘Alright.’ He smiled as he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. ‘See you soon.’ he smiled as he shot her a wink before walking towards the dressing room door.

‘Bye.’ she smiled and waved her hand once.

As he shut the door behind him, she felt her knees buckle beneath her weight. ‘Whoooo… shit.’ She cursed at herself as she slowly sat down in the rotating stool. She sat there for a moment before, ‘Let me call Tokio. She won’t believe this shit.’ She cackled as she picked up her phone and dialed up her friend.

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thedreadvampy · 1 year

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saw a tiktok this morning where someone was playing a game they called "gaylimpians" or something where they tried to get the audience to guess if a female Olympian was straight or gay

and I have not been able to stop thinking about it bc it was SO FUCKED in ways I am just responding to viscerally bc I'm like is this misogyny or homophobia or a Secret Third thing

bc like the stuff they were pulling up considered of "this outfit's gay. she's got lots of muscle, that's gay. she doesn't have any tattoos, that's pretty straight. oh she's wearing a dress at a wedding that's super straight. this photo looks oppressively straight cause she has long hair and makeup and a cardi." and. no joke. "Oh small hoop earrings at the beach that's giving bisexual"

and I know. I KNOW. that it's a joke. and I KNOW about flagging and dressing gay (I am literally tagging my current project "Dyke Jacket"). but it's just SO gross to me and it's like itching at my brain why I'm reacting so strongly.

#red said

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vivianbernadetteaurora · 10 months

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So how do we go to this to what we famously know now with Cardi B and Nicki Minaj this is the 2018 Met gala. Jeremy Scott was designing both Cardy and Nikki‘s dresses. I believe and the theme was Catholicism. I believe if not Catholicism religion. Azealia Banks said when you see wars with men in the hip-hop industry online, it’s really a love is tiff And as we know by now in the industry, your have to be pansexual or it will at least bisexual that’s just how it seems to work, I know a lot of you may not believe but I alone items but how come so I’m glad. It’s just like the Nikki and Kim situation, so if it’s the same situation, we have Nicki, Minaj and Lil’ Kim in the early 2000 late 2000s even Nicki Minaj is known by many ofher peers for not liking them specially women, and and industry, you’ll see love its death but the industry also loves a good PR move where they will set up a thing where two people hate each other did round to give them both publicity going into their charts and their kids are Sagittarius, son and Aquarius rising and a Virgo moon, Cardi B is a libra son and Aries moon, and wherever you want to believe which ever source some people said she said on Instagram is who she has Sagittarius rising and obviously say she’s an Aries rising and personally seeing the look more of a Sagittarius rising, especially of her hair and her look and her face shape, but I can always see the Aries rising in her. Let’s face it they’re both fire signs anyway, so they have quite quality qualities that are similar. Rhianna is an Aries rising and she has a cockiness and good sense of humour and can be a laugh so she could have that anyway from just having an Aries moon. So how did this all start this started when Cardi B and Nicki Minaj both worked on a track called motorsport ,with the with the Migos, and they were never in the video together, they would do it separately, and one of the verses on it, you felt was disrespectful to her from nicki….. so they change the lyrics so are they were aimed at quavo, instead because women be fighting a lot and these two women have more in common than they probably realise or care to realise and a lot of it came from Nikki was defending for my remember black women, because Cardi B said some, women’s child look like a monkey and Dominicans are so I’ve been told very funny about their race. They don’t admit to being black a lot of the time when it’s clearly they’ve got black and Spanish roots so having her cancer cancer rules anyway, but Mars cancer even more so because you have to remember with Mars that Mars is your essence of your characteristic, how you move in the world, how you are every day how you are physically physically as in moving around and physically how you look so I has been up for a lot of times same how they talk with Meghan Markle who also has her Mars in cancer. It’s just one of those things are going out in her life. The picture we have at the top is at the Gala and Cardi B is pregnant and I don’t know if anything gets happened at this point I’m guessing not, but I feel like something might have, but Cardi B let’s face. It was probably stripping to Nikki‘s songs so when it came where they had their fight it was at the harpers, bizarre fashion event and Cardi B threw a shoe at Nicki Minaj Nicki Minaj kept saying I’m right here I’m right here get me I’m right here but no realised that she had her bodyguard which I thought was weird is a female someone called raw Ali, she’s really pretty, but she’s very big anyway they’re two different sides. Of course you leave the event with a massive bump on her head so she got she said she got hit by security or hurt by security where as Nikki said on her radio that she got beat in the crap out of my raw Ali, who is Nikki security so maybe she saying in undertone I don’t know but maybe Nikki had loads of security around her and that’s why she didn’t get hurt because card had only just come out that year so she’s not gonna have as much money or as much of

Team.

Anyway, Nikki‘s Capricorn, marsis in opposition to Cardi B‘s Mars in cancer, so saying that Cardi B could’ve felt frightened by Nikki‘sm Nikki’s essence and her character and her personality and her energy ,in a manipulative way, because cancer can be manipulative, and Capricorns can initiative but mars and Capricorn love fame Capricorn,in MARS I see it being a massive fame placement and a lot of charts because I’m also doing scrapbooking too with my astrology and then, Cardi B‘s whole aggression could’ve felt frightening to Nikki‘s image. Anyway, we’re gonna leave it at that leave fusing to Azealia Banks and all her feuds had enough of that for one day. These women have both matured and become others, and as far as I know, there’s no more feuds with these two. Let’s keep it that way let me know who side you’re on. Let me know if you’re on impartial. Let me know if you think it was all here and let me also know what you think on the matter. Thank you kiss kiss kiss XOXO

#cardi b #nicki minaj #astro placements #astro observations #astro community #astroblr #aquarius rising #libra sun #sagittarius sun #virgo moon #aries moon #music industry #industry feuds

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Met Gala 2023 Presented By Me

With this year's theme being "in honor of Karl Lagerfeld", a fashion designer whom I'm learning from the fashion community is "ew", lets see what we got:

~The Models~

-Rihanna being fashionably late, wearing an egg?-like top that opens to reveal a simple yet beautiful dress (she's got a baby bump!); the "no shit" was iconic honestly

-Jared Leto fursuit (its cause he was dressing as Lagerfeld's cat)

-Harvey Guillen coming through with a lovely floral suit, I'm not usually one for light pink but his was very pretty

-Who let Lil Nas X have access to the arts and crafts box (but he looked stunning, the mask was gorgeous and he's got more confidence than most to pull off what I'm now calling a Full Bedazzle)

-Kristen Stewart going full butch queer, the eyebrows and hair were rugged inspired and most didn't like it but I think that was the point?

-Pedro Pascal and his knee against the world (as well as spreading the red is superior agenda cause it is)

-^ but with Salma Hayek cause holy shit this is the red agenda

-Bryan Tyree Henry continuing to remind me how much my taste in men has improved over the years because he is so fucking fine ANYWAY-

-Lizzo giving me feminine gender envy despite the odds

-Janelle Monae doing a Janelle Monae as is customary (I'd love to know what the inspo was for her if so let me know!)

-Bella Ramsey you are so gender thank you (and they served too, the Thom Browne suit with the white accents is simple yet very classy)

-Every year I give one (1) free pass for a man to wear a standard suit, this year goes to Ke Huy Quan because I couldn't say anything bad about him if I tried (at least he had some style, the fingerless gloves were cool)

-Obligatory Gwendoline Christie was there and existed comment by me because I am in love and I am not ashamed of it

-Florence Pugh's fit had mixed reactions, the shaved head, headdress and white dress look were really good but I think the way the dress came out had people not fully digging it, I can understand but I'll appreciate it nonetheless

-Anne Hathaway in all her fuzzy glory (the hair's a beehive on a very felted dress but like it worked? marks for originality and being able to pull it off)

-Loved Stephanie Hsu's bedazzled suit, won't be able to stop thinking about it actually

-Tems was stunning, I'm a huge fan of the floating leaves design we need more nature-inspired looks

-Olivier Rousteing and Jeremy pope slaying with their "Karl who?" and cape apparel

-Gotta shout out Yara Shahidi for going with something unique, the pearl's color palette works surprisingly better than I expected with the gold (personally I would have more gold trim in the top half but that's just me)

-Let Lady Gaga's outfit for the Met Gala this year be a lesson in misinformation because the pictures circulating Tumblr are not in fact from the 2023 Met, she didn't attend (it is a stunning outfit though)

-Jenna Ortega looking almost like a dapper pirate in the absolute best way possible the gender envy the style I am going insane

-Doja Cat living up to her name (Cats should take notes honestly the makeup was really good. She also kept answering reporter questions by meowing. Because she's Doja. Anyway.)

-Anok Yai's dress reminds me of those ornate beaded lampshades, I wonder if that's where she/her designer got the idea

-Emily Blunt giving me gay panic once again WHY IS SHE SO GORGEOUS (she's got a giant fucking bow tie that's what clowns wear why is she able to pull it off this is so unfair)

-Conan Gray looked like an actual prince I am obsessed

-I saw someone said Cardi B was giving goth Barbie and that is honestly the best way to describe it

-Yung Miami having a beautiful look cause her outfit was underrated this year

-I thought Emily Blunt and Bryan Tyree Henry were all I had to worry about and then Julia Garner came in with a steel chair

-Ella Fanning's look captivating me specifically

-And cause I can't comment on every person or we'd be here all day, go check out the underrated outfits from Amanda Seyfried, Alton Mason, Glenn Close, Sora Choi, Ava Max, Jessica Chastain, Taika Waititi and many more!

~Final Thoughts~

-The palette this year was very black and white... literally. Lots of outfits in black, white, or both. I'm not really into the fashion community so I wouldn't know but I'm guessing its a signature theme of Lagerfeld's? Let me know! I'm always down to learn more about other communities and their history

-I'm also assuming Lagefeld's got a thing for flowers cause there were a lot of flowers imbedded into the outfits, they looked lovely~

-As well as long flowy dress/coat tops cause there were a lot, and I loved how people mixed it in with the flowers. Lots of the men did it this year and it looked fantastic

-Speaking of, I'm proud of the men for actually dressing up this year omfg its insane how many male celebrities will go to a literal fashion event and pull up with nothing but a plain ass suit and though most of them this year did wear suits, there was much pizazz. Like, actual life put into those outfits. So yeah, you love to see it

-Overall, a very nice Met Gala. The crazy stuff came from the usual people who go all out, and we got plenty of highlights from people who embraced the theme, with the occasional unique look to really stick it out

Thank for reading and see you all next fashion event!

#ive been making more commentary posts lately #i usually dont get into stuff like this #but I've been enjoying looking at the outfits cause who doesn't #and that's led me more to actually learning about the themes and designers #I think I'll keep up this tradition #met gala #met gala 2023 #karl lagerfeld #review

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annegraves · 2 years

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S2E4 “the majestic 12”Anne Graves version.

The Umbrella Academy☂

A.N. Hi guys! I hope you’ll like this. I know it took quite long, but I hope this was worth the wait. S2E5 is coming soon. This is a self-insert I hope you all are fine with that. I modeled Anne after myself. Should I make a x reader version of this? Let me know. Ok enjoy.

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A.N. but with spoiler:

I decided to put Anne with a loving version of Reginald because I think it would make a more interesting story line. This is also a Five x Anne kinda thing. I know what you’re thinking like “ew he’s 58” but I promise it’ll make sense.

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｀、ヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽ(ノ＞＜)ノ｀、ヽ｀☂ヽ｀、ヽ

Diego walks up to Grace with an open mouth, “Mom?”

“Now the only one that calls me that is my daughter.” Grace says amused with a Texan accent. “Everything all right, hon?”

“You’re real.” Grace chuckle at that sentence, “If this is your idea of a come-on, it’s not goin’ well.”

Diego shakes the smile of his face, “No. Actu… Uh… Uh, do…do you know a man named Sir Reginald Hargreeves?”

Grace became a little confused, “Reggie? He’s my date this evenin’.” Diego’s eyes fell out of his sockets.

“Your date?” Diego, looking like a kid who just saw his parents kiss, “Ugh.”

“Do you have a problem with that?” Grave said sounding very much offended.

“No. No, no, it’s… it’s just, uh…” he started stuttering realising he’s about to blow his cover, “It’s just a lot to process. The…”

Grace was still very confused, her face looked like if she just witness an alien abduction. “The thought of the two of you, I… I can’t picture that in my head. That is…”

“That’s nasty.” Diego said with the sass of Cardi B.

“Uh…” Grace said then she sighed. “You’re a little odd, aren’t you?”

Diego said “Yeah.” Like she just taught him the world’s hardest maths problem.

Grace laughed softly. “I mean, no.” Diego stopped himself realising he just called himself odd.

“Uh… Do you know where he is?”

“He said somethin’ about a quick meetin’, and he’d be right back. That was 20 minutes ago.”

“Never good to keep a lady waiting.”

“Tell him that if you find him.” With that and a sip of her drink she walked away.

“Wait.” Said Diego. “Didn’t you say you have a daughter?” Diego ask genuinely curious.

“Yep. She my little ball of sunshine.” Grace saying with a little sigh and laughter. “Actually she’s not really mine but,” Grace moved back to their original speaking position, “She’s Reggie’s kin.” She said that kind of space out and sort of sad. “But she accepted me from day one, calling me ‘Ma’, giving me mother’s day presents-“ while saying that she change her demeanour to a happy one. “She actually gave me this for my birthday.” Grace said that while holding her necklace, smiling brightly.

“Ma!” an East Asian girl ran over to Grace. She looked to be in her early teens, she was one the bigger side but she wasn’t fat, she had short black bob hair with it curling at the end there was also a hairband on it, she was wearing a nice A-lined dress that was teal in colour. “They’re going to be playing your favourite song! You gotta come see!”

“Annie. That was rude you didn’t even greet this kind-“She looked Diego up and down, and went ‘well… close enough?’, “gentleman.”

“Oh. Sorry, Ma.” Then she looked at Diego. “Good evening, Sir.” Anne said giving a bow, then her hand. “My name’s Anne.” Anne said in a calm demeanour.

Diego took her hand to shake it. “Diego. Diego Hagreeves. ” Diego suddenly realise what he was saying mid-sentence, but it was like his mouth and his brain were 2 different people.

“Huh. You the same last name as my father.” Diego wanted to dig a hole and die, because you know Five and/or Lila would have done it themselves. Thank god what followed was…

“Must be a very common last name.” Diego let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “Yeah, must be.”

“Now if you would excuse me, I need to take my Ma to the dance floor.” Grace laughed. “Of Couse, don’t let me stop you.” Diego moved his arm in the direction of the dance floor.

Anne turned around excitedly, “Ma. We gotta go fast if not you’re goin’ miss it.” The young girl held her mum’s hand and pull her to the dance floor.

“Sorry I couldn’t talk more.” With that Grace’s daughter, now established as ‘Anne’ pulled her away.

“Hey, uh, Grace?”

“It was nice meeting you.”

“You too.”

Diego watched as his (mum?) walked away with his (sister?), and sighed, “Poor kid.”

“Lila.”

…☁-*✧..☂˚. .˚☂..✧*-☁…

Anne brought her mum to the dance floor, where Grace proceeded to say “Oh, this is my song!” Grace put her belongings with Anne to go dancing. While dancing a random guy asked her if he could buy her a drink and she accepted.

Anne watched all from afar, she couldn’t dance due to her being a kid. (there was a strict no kids allowed party, but when you’re Reginal Hagreeves’s daughter you are allowed into the party)

While watching she decided to go find her father maybe she’ll be more of a helping hand there. As she was walking she got lost every staircase looked the same, every part of the wall was covered with the same colour or the same wallpaper, every window the same. (I mean the view was different but, it wasn’t helping)

All of a sudden, she heard noises that sounded like fighting? She followed the sound. (what did she have to lose?) She got up just in time, to see five yeet someone out the window! She looked around to see the man she met not 30 minutes ago getting choke to his death by 2 white-haired men.

She ran to his aid. Firstly, Anne grabbed a knife that Lila was previously using to save five and used it to stab into (the white haired-man that was using a piece of (cloth?) to choke Diego)’s thigh. (We’re going to call this one A, the other Mofo and Yeeted one, Yeet. Okay?)

He stopped choking Diego due to the pain on his leg, and fell to the ground. Next was Mofo and Diego, They had a battle like they we’re in street fighter 2. Highlights included: Diego yeeting Mofo’s head out of the window, Diego smashing a glass bottle on Mofo’s head and Diego high kicking Mofo. Anne watch in awe as this all happened.

When Diego finally knocked out Mofo, he looked out the window and said “Dad.” Without acknowledging Anne he ran down the stairs.

Anne wanted to following him but her curiosity got the best of her, and she went looked out the window. She saw her parents that seem to be talking to the police, “Oh, shoot.”

She quickly ran down the stairs.

She ran as fast as her leg would take her, because she was scared that her father might punish her. Don’t get me wrong her father might be much more loving than how he treated the Umbrella Academy but, she was still Reginald Hagreeves’s daughter and he was still Reginald Hagreeves.

Anne ran to her parents and acted normal. (maybe if she acted like nothing happened they’ll act the same way)

“Annie! Darling! Where were you? I turned my head and you were gone! We we’re about to report a missing case to the police!” Grace said frantically.

“Anne Gables Hagreeves! Where were you?”

“I’m sorry daddy. I saw Ma having fun, and I wasn’t of much help. So I wanted to find you. I thought maybe I could help out, but I got lost.” She ended it a bit softly.

Reginald face soften. “Okay. At least you’re back in one piece.” This might be very out of character for the Umbrella Academy’s Reginald, but this is Anne Hagreeves’s Reginald. “Let’s get you in the car and back home. That’s enough playing for you.”

Without a word Anne walked to the car. Reginald open the car for his girlfriend and daughter to get in. First was Grace, then Anne but before she could step in, there was a boy about her age who started shouting something that she could not understand. While she was yelling her father looked locked in, like he was in some sort of spell.

Anne asked her father, “Daddy, what is that boy saying?” Reginald seem to snap out of it and said, “Nothing that you need to know, Sweetie.”

“Reggie. What are you waiting for? We need to go.” Her mother said firmly. So, she stepped in the car, followed by her father. Confused her mother asked “Who was that?”

“No one important.” Reginald said nonchalantly.

“Was that him?” Diego asked.

“Yeah.” Five replied.

Grace turned her attention to the young girl sitting in front of her, “And you. Never run away like that again. Okay?”

“Yes, Ma.”

“You gave me a heart attack.” Saying that Grace cupped her daughter’s face.

…☁-*✧..☂˚. .˚☂..✧*-☁…

Anne lied in her bed, she was so confused her dad always told her everything, she even knew about the Kennedy assassination and how her father was against it. He denying her information to her was weird to say the least. She was also thinking about the fight that Mr Diego was having. She didn’t know that he was a fighter. He even used the same techniques that she was used to, the same ones her father taught her. She was also thinking about Diego calling (her dad maybe?) dad. It all didn’t make sense to her. When she was done stressing about that she was wondering about who was that crazy boy that was yelling at her and her father. She’d met crazy people and people that liked yelling at her father but she couldn’t stop thinking about this boy-

“Annie are you asleep?” Reginald said in an assertive manner.

Anne sat straight up like a spring that had just been bend. “Why do you ask Daddy?” Anne said excitedly, “Are we going out?”

“Sadly no, my child. Your mother and I are going out.”

“But Daddy… why can’t I go?”

“It’s about a serious matter-“

“Like JFK?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Then I’ll stay home alone.” Anne said sadly. “But you won’t be alone.” The father said to his daughter. Before Anne could question it, Reginald said “I want you to meet Pogo.”

A small young baby monkey walked out from the darkness of her room. “You may treat him as a brother, or a servant, either way he’ll listen to your every word.” While he was saying that the young Pogo jumped on the bed next to Anne.

She was a bit scared. “Don’t be scared darling.” She did not move. “Come on touch him.”

She reluctantly did, and Pogo snuggled against her hand. She was happy at this.

“Okay. Go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He walked out but before he completely step out the door, he said “I love you.” He said without looking back. “I love you too.” Reginald smiled at that and closed the door.

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Met Gala Post Mortem

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