#hospital glam

[potsiefaerie]

ER selfie lmao because the antibiotics did not work and the skin infection near my portacath is doing it's best to become a blood infection, because it's Rude

At least the outfit is cute though, I went to the ren fest earlier and I left on this dress but took off the corset and skirt.

[michals]

I have seen several debates in the tags about Dylan's placement here and I love it. To clarify: Dylan doesn't always make something bad, but when it's bad it is bad, hence "evil". But he does it out of a sense of duty in a search for the good, therefore "lawful".

How I see it.

[Dylan’s not evil, but the things he makes usually are.]

[diy-dynamite]

Longing for Home (1)

Mr. Crawling x Reader || feminine terms used (wedding dress 😭) so I think this is for the fems... I'm sorry guys

Contents: spoilers for one of Homicipher's endings that I don't remember, NOT a part of my "Television" series (but I might make a version of this for that)

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YOU never found your way back home. With your skin stained with red, rash-like patches, and with your body slowly conforming through regenerative cycles, your home is no longer the one you knew.

This is your home.

Your home is in this strange building.

Your home is in the room next to Mr. Silvair and Mr. Chopped's.

Your home is on one of the two hospital beds that stand next to each other.

Your home is standing in front of you.

Or crawling, rather.

He was leading you back to the room after your usual wandering, collecting cute trinkets from the piles that fell from the human world. You came back with an arm full of things, and surprisingly, the majority were makeup.

Not the major glam kind, but stuff like lip gloss, lipstick, mascara, and powdery stuff for the eyes that you can't remember—and it hurts that you forgot what it was.

You laid them out on your bed, Mr. Crawling sitting on the ground next to you, looking at what you brought back with a puzzled look on his face.

He called all of them "things," which isn't entirely wrong.

Pop! An idea went off in your sneaky little head.

"You like me?" you asked out of the blue, turning to him with lip gloss in hand.

He tilted his head and chirped a little, ridiculing your question. "I like you? I love you many. You tired?" he asked, as if to say, "Is the fatigue messing with you?"

You laughed. He smiled. "Not tired!" you explained, then you sat down in front of him. You gestured him closer, so he did as you asked and crawled a couple of inches closer to you.

"You do something for me," you said.

"...?"

"Don't move."

...

"Don't move!!" you laughed, finally putting lipstick on him properly. He was struggling to hold still, the feeling of the lipstick irritating him.

"So cute!" you said, hoping to calm him down with a compliment as you shut the lipstick lid. "Cute! Cute!"

"Strange..." he mumbled, reaching up to wipe it off, but he didn't do it. He couldn't. Not when you said he was cute this way. "I cute...?"

You nodded, beaming brightly, and he couldn't resist it, so he didn't remove the lipstick.

As you rummaged in your little collection, you found a magazine full of ladies with white, majestic, beautiful dresses. Almost like The Bride's, but way more... lively.

No.

Way more alive.

Just how long will it take for you to lose all that feeling?

No—if you long for it, then it must've already been missing.

The home you knew is a place you can never reach again.

That's where your heart is. That's why your chest feels so hollow.

Do you even have a heart anymore?

You pressed a hand against your chest, and you felt a pang of envy for the smiling woman and man on the front page. Technically, you were never alone. You had Mr. Crawling!

That didn't help how you felt, though.

Jealousy.

Longing, nostalgia, and jealousy.

A longing for that human feeling, a nostalgia for your childhood dreams, and jealousy, because you no longer had that within your reach while others do.

You threw the magazine over your shoulder, and you buried your face on your mattress, knees still on the floor, and you tried to get rid of the heaviness on your chest.

You didn't cry.

It just... hurts.

***

It felt like ages—Mr. Crawling came in and out, bringing in various people to try and check on you after his own attempts failed. Mr. Silvair didn't do anything. He didn't know what to do. Mr. Chopped tried to console you with his silly faces—the expressions you showed and taught him with your own face—but to no avail. He even dragged in Mr. Stitch—and he hates that fellow—albeit bloody from Mr. Crawling forcing him to follow, but you didn't look up at all. He shoved Mr. Stitch right back out once he didn't work, though.

He was starting to panic. You never did this before.

He tried to think back to anyone else who you seemed to tolerate the presence of, but... oh!

The pile of pages you threw! That was the last thing that you touched before you shut yourself off!

He picked it up, looking at it with a puzzled coo. He didn't understand it, but he noticed that in most of the pages, there were people like you who were smiling happily together. He wondered why.

Oh! Maybe you wanted a new dress! Is that it?

He glanced at you and tried to show you the book again, but you only inched away. At least he knew now not to do that again....

He quickly left the room and glanced down the halls.

Then with one huff, he recited: "Clothes!"

"Clothes?"

He giggled when he saw The Bride appear.

"You hurt...?" she pointed at his face. Specifically, his mouth.

Mr. Crawling proudly showed it off, smiling. "They put it. They say I cute."

She raised a white dress, trying to offer it to him, but he shook his head.

"They sad," he said. He raised the book. "Clothes."

The Bride, elegant and poised, glanced at the book with her non-existant eyes (and head). "Wonderful! Wonderful, cute!"

"Clothes," he pointed at one of the dresses. He liked this one, specifically, where the dress wasn't as puffy as the others, but not as skinny. There were white clothes for the hands (gloves) and for the legs (stockings), and there was a strange but aesthetically pleasing clump of cloth on the back (a rose made of silk).

"They look cute, this."

"I make!" The Bride nodded eagerly. If she had a head, she'd be smiling the same way the humans in the book were. "I make, I give!"

It didn't take long—she disappeared, and Mr. Crawling waited outside your door for only a moment until she came back with an even prettier version of the dress.

Mr. Crawling, trying to contain his excitement, chirped happily and let The Bride enter your room.

You were still there, curled over your bed, but you were putting the same red thing you put on his.

If he had eyes, they'd be sparkling. He had no idea what you did to yourself, but you looked... even better than you already did. Which is saying something—you were everything to him, and now you have such a pretty shade over your eyes, and your lips were like his!

"You hurt?!" The Bride gasped again.

You let out a strained laugh. Mr. Crawling knew it wasn't a real one. "Not hurt. I... make me cute."

"You cute! Before!" The Bride said. "Cute now, cute before."

"They cute," Mr. Crawling agreed simply. "Give! Give!" he urged the ghost-woman in white.

"Give," she extended the dress to you.

You stared.

And stared.

And you... began to cry.

Mr. Crawling panicked, and so did The Bride. There you were, kneeling next to your bed with tears running down your face. Mr. Crawling immediately took his place beside you, holding your head in his hands as he tried to console you.

"I sorry," he said, but he didn’t know what for. "I sorry, don't sad... I sorry—"

He would've apologised on and on if it weren't for how the black streaks appeared from your eyes.

You looked even prettier to him.

He loved it when you smiled, but he dies a little more than he already did, figuring out that you were so pretty when you cried.

"No, no," you said, wiping the black gunk off your face. "I—I love—" you pointed at the dress. "So—so wonderful, can't—can't.... You...!"

Your shaky hands held his face, and he didn't know what to do.

"You... kind... can't cry not," you continued to sob.

"...you kind," he mumbled in return. He's still confused, though.

***

Did this ho just assume you wanted a new dress??? Because he wasn't entirely wrong. Or maybe that's just you trying to justify it all.

Even if you tried, you can't stop crying. He doesn't comprehend the layers of what you feel yet, but he still tried, and you can't. Stop. Crying.

"You're so sweet," you began to ramble in your own language. You cupped his cheek with your hand and your lower lip trembled. "You're so sweet and nice and you always look after me and I—agh, I can't—I hate how nice you are, it's annoying, I love you so much," you sobbed.

He didn't understand at all. Even you yourself didn't—you're losing your knowledge in your own language and you can't stop crying.

You're sad. You're angry, you're missing what you used to have, you're happy, you—

Your weeping calmed.

You realised something.

A sliver of human shame entered your face, embarrassment for crying, but as well as another thing. You can't quite tell what it is.

Mr. Crawling seemed hopeful, leaning a little closer to make sure you're okay.

You wiped your tears away and stood up, hoping they'd just forget about it.

"Thank you," you said to The Bride. She seemed confused, but so were you, so it's fine. "I appreciate. Clothes, wonderful."

"Thank you," she clasped her hands together as you took the dress away. "You are wonderful. Farewell," she hesitated but left, anyway.

"You ask they make clothes for me?" you asked Mr. Crawling, going behind the curtain that separated the two beds.

He tilted his head. "Yes."

"I appreciate," you said, wiping your face down with the blankets of the other bed.

After a moment of shuffling into the new dress, you suddenly froze.

Were you gonna cry again...?

No, no—you were nervous.

Why?

You glanced over your shoulder to see Mr. Crawling, expectant, and, as before, confused.

You peeked your head out, and he lit up with a smile. "I unsure."

"....?" he frowned a little. "Unsure?"

~~~

"Honey, I'm not sure."

"What? Why?" he laughed. "We did agree to this, right?" he joked. You would've laughed, but right now, your thoughts were too clouded for you to even form a grin.

"Yeah, but..." you bit your tongue, wary.

Your fiance—no, your husband laughed. "Sweetheart, nothing will go wrong. It's just a superstition."

But what if it isn't?

You glanced down at yourself, clad in a shiromuku. You heard one of the guests say they'd "go home" (a superstition in Japan that they say might jinx the marriage). What if something bad happens, now?

Before you could overthink, his hands clasped over yours, his long, black hair only sealing his own black-coloured attire, his effortless ethereality catching you off guard again.

"No matter what happens, I'll be right next to you. It doesn't matter what the guests say," he said, pressing a light kiss on your knuckles.

You felt your cheeks bloom, and your heart only sunk deeper in the well of love you carried for him.

"And as much as you're adorable when you cry...." he then said, so you smacked his arm with a playful laugh. He responded with a giggle of his own and only held you closer.

"Let's head back inside, okay?" he smiled and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. "Staying in the garden for too long might make the guests assume something."

That earned him another smack, and that made him give you another laugh.

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, but there wasn't any. He just wanted to hold your face.

He smiled.

"I love you so much."

********

This is already way too long so I'll just have to make a part 2 SIGH

[petitprincess1]

I've probably talked about this before, but this thought is even more solidified with Lucifer's behavior. But I adore how opposite the Deadly Sins are to their Sins:

Lucifer is meant to represent Pride, yet he has everything but that. He completely regrets giving people free will and is disgusted by his own subjects. Not to mention, he has depression and most definitely dislikes himself.

Asmodeus represents Lust, yet is in a romantic relationship with Fizzarolli. He also values consent and caring for your partner, considering Iglehart revealed that every partner shouldn't solely care for their partner on Valentine's. Also, he has Val's antennae in a vase, so he certainly does not care for abuse of any kind.

Beelzebub is supposed to be Gluttony, but her "lava lamp" stomach is constantly burning calories making her hungry. However, despite that, she makes sure her people are well-fed while making sure that they don't overindulge. This is backed by her bringing attention and concern to Blitzo getting too drunk at the party.

Belphagor works in Healthcare, which anyone would know is anything but Slothful. Essentially, she creates medications and hospitals so others can relax before her.

Judging by Wrath Imps, they're in charge of farming and providing food to Hell. That is a job that requires a lot of patience and care. Not only that, but Wrath Imps seem to reserve their anger only for when the time comes...or the festival lol. Satan, no doubt, is the same.

Mammon is greedy, don't get me wrong. However, he also still has to swindle and cheat to launch his projects. Hell, the man easily can make his own theme park, yet chooses to create a bootleg Loo Loo World. And it's an incredibly cheap-looking place, as well.

We haven't seen Envy yet, but judging by Glitz and Glam, it seems like the two are always performing. Even as their simply walking the carpet, they still are mirroring each other and posing. It's like their image and talent is more important than anything else. Plus, the stage ends up collapsing around them, and yet they are still more concerned whether they won Mammon's praise or not.

This is all so incredibly well thought out and makes what the Seven Virtues would be like

[roseserpentpress]

Comments and fic links below! (PS: click to see not crap quality photos/videos)

First finished ficbind for 2024, and first that I actually tried my hand at gold leafing (compared to previous use of gold inking). The gilding uses a hand-painted on glue and then the gold sheet overload and rubbed off; since the glue is put down not flat it adds a bit of texture to it, much like embroidery which I found cool. The design was based off a old cover design which I altered slightly to fit for the title of the book; been wanting to use one of the designs for a very long time now so rather chuffed to use one this time round, and (generally) well please with the typesetting. I actually painted the cover all in one long day with one piece running in the background during the holidays, lol. Two photos below are WIP photos and one including one of my su-purr-visors on my very cluttered desk. He's since passed due to being hit by a car, so the photos of him supervising me for this fanbind is something special to me.

The book itself contains mainly the Trigun vashwood fic Trillium and Ivy and upon remembering that there's a few other shorter stories involved, it became an impromptu anthology of the series. So overall it contains:

Trillium and Ivy (E, 80k)

Nick Wolfwood is the new director of Conrad-Chapel Funeral Home in May City, located across the street from Saverem Greenhouse & Landscaping. Over time, the owner, Vash, gets to know Nick and introduces him to the rest of the neighborhood, including local busybodies and married feminist bookshop owners Meryl and Milly. Vash and Nick are inexorably drawn to each other until they have to start admitting their feelings.

But Vash's brother, co-owner of the garden center, hasn't left his past as far behind as the twins had hoped when they started their lives over in May.

Raise a Glass to the Turnings of the Season (G, 7k)

A collection of small ficlets set in the universe of Trillium and Ivy, a modern AU in which Wolfwood runs a funeral home across the street from Vash and Knives' garden center.

Regarding the subjects of hospital visits, body image issues, adoption, laundry, and more.

I've seen all the demons that you've got (T, 8k)

The Hollywood-glam-slash-mad-scientist meet cute is going perfectly well, thank you. Except for all the anxiety, loneliness, insomnia, nightmares, body dysmorphia, identity struggles, poor communication, stalkers, arson, kidnapping, drugs, and concussions.

Other than those things... Knives might actually be onto a good thing in his life for once.

[A brief look into Knives' experience during Trillium and Ivy, a modern AU in which Wolfwood runs a funeral home across the street from Vash and Knives' garden center.]

[look2the-starrs]

I just know the new Hunger Games movie won't be it🥲

Don't get me wrong I'm beyond excited for the new book. I have faith that Suzanne Collins— the woman she is— will write a story so gripping, undeniably tragic and beyond critical of our current global politics that it will irrevocably change my brain chemistry.

But I have no faith in Hollywood to stay true to the heart of her next story.

We've seen this recently with TBOSBAS. The book was gritty, gruelling, stripped back from all the glam of the first Hunger Games. But the movie took away the worst of it. Now all I see of the movie is fan edits of Tom Blythe and the costumes Hunter Schaefer wears as if that is what we are meant to take away. And obviously this is no hate to the actors.

This is hate to a movie that will completely trivialise the heart of the next Hunger Games book. A book we know to be about propaganda and the lies our governments sell us so they can continue to commit atrocities on a global scale.

I was thinking about sscene in Mockingjay where the Capital bombed a hospital and how, when I was 12 and first read that, my brain thought "God that's awful". That would never happen.

But it happens today. It's happening right now. 34 of Palestine 36 hospitals have been reduced to piles of ruble and bodies.

Make no mistake. This new book will be about the censorship of the truth, about the governments in the west that we live under, that aid and are complicit in crimes across the world.

It will be about the USA, Israel and Palestine, about the UK's hand in the genocide in Congo and Sudan.

But you don't even have to have half a brain to know that the movie, that Hollywood, will never go there.

[potsiefaerie]

Infusion Day Selfie, because I felt cute!

It's a little dress! Plus leggings for compression

And I finally have new black flats haha

Ones I don't regret buying 😅 (I hated the other ones for Years idk why I didn't search more before I bought them)

[williamlandon]

I disneyfied him on accident uh whoops

:3

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So I started focusing on my boy glam freddy and what his lore would be. This is what I’ve got so far:

TW: TRIGGERING TOPICS SUCH AS - SUICIDE - MENTAL ILLNESS - ABUSE - TOXIC FOLKS - SH:

-This man has been through the shitter. He witnessed his father die in the hospital after committing, he is constantly abused mentally by the company to work harder and be a perfect celebrity figure.

-He was a child star/His family had the company until they all got into “accidents,” which resulted in him owning and becoming a star at the age of 13. This also damaged him mentally.

-He always loved singing until he was around the age of 17. He started to see it as what the company saw it as, pure profit. Thus leading to him to despising his voice. -He hates it when Monty talks down about himself and wishing he was the star, Monts thinks it’s because Freddy is prideful in his position but the truth is that he doesn’t want him to go through what he gets put through daily. That’s also why he wasn’t left the company. He knows Monty would replace him in an instance.

-Despite his constant torture, he loves performing for the children and tries to be a father figure towards them and anyone else who needs someone to talk to.

-My good sir is schizophrenic. Not a joke. He got it from his father (Toy Freddy, my AU!!), and he got it from his uncle (Afton/Springbonnie) due to some kind of poison.

-It’s definitely getting worse as he goes on, and slowly the gang starts to realize what going on with their boss. They begin to worry and recommend he finds help before it’s too late, but he brushes it off as ‘Guys, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me!,’ (Spoiler in second image..it gets worse😭).

-Vanny is not real. She is a figment of his imagination, but he believes she is after a little orphan boy named Toby McGregor (Gregory). So he does his best to protect him from her at all costs. Little does he know his efforts are for nothing, as he is fighting nothing…and protecting nothing.

-Also Freddy and Roxy are cousins, more on that later🫣

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that’s all that im willing to put out so far! no spoilers for up coming lore drops!!🤫🤫

[pianocat939]

Welp- here’s part 3 of my school stereotypes AU

Tw: Violence, maybe implied isolation…?

We got Raph, the ultimate jock. That teachers absolutely love, and thinks can do no wrong. Right?

He’s in a lot of sports! Particularly Wrestling and Cheerleading in particular. Wrestling is pretty obvious! He’s a big guy, and there’s less people in his weight class.

Cheerleading…it’s a long story. But basically, he was such good friends with them, he just randomly joined. He’s got his own little bow and dress and everything!

He’s friends with lots of people, including teachers! Everyone likes him, just for how understanding and cool he is.

He may not be totally glam like his other two brothers [ahem mean girl and bimbo] but he’s got his personality, and his awesome physicality to live for! I mean, colleges are begging for him to come to them when he graduates. Even offering to pay his entire tuition!

Oh but who comes along…an underclassmen that caught his eye. How cute they are, trying to ignore the jocks who are more than a little bit annoying.

Raph ends up gently telling them to calm down, smiling at MC. He talks to them, befriending them quickly with his chill personality.

.

.

.

Over the months they’ve become good friends.

He’s even convinced MC to come to a few of his sporting events to watch him perform. And he always makes sure he’s winning. No one can beat the boss!

Raph makes sure no one bothers them. Just as a nice friend, and also because their attention should only be on him. He’s such a considerate upperclassman isn’t he?

Oh, but a certain someone is being particularly persistent. Just too much to handle for poor MC. So what does Raph do?

….

Oh, looks like that person got put in the hospital for 2 weeks! Wow, what a recovery to go through. Wonder who could have injured their bones so badly.

Just keep yourself close to him and nothing will ever happen! After all he’s your love-able angel of a student!

It’s not like anybody would believe you if you ever found out that he was the one to hurt the victim.

“Oh MC, sorry about how annoying they are! It must be hard on you, right?”

Oh and he’s always the one who has to break up fights when Leo and Donnie argue over clothes in the middle of the hallway

(Well- there’s that…Yeah- mhm totally)

- Celina

[thedeadstoryteller1]

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 | 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝒵𝒶𝓎𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓁. 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒹. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒿𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝒹.

𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈: 𝐸𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅, 𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝓍. 𝒪𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓍. 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝑒. 𝒟𝓇. 𝑅𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎

𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉: 𝒲𝑒𝒾𝒷𝑜 | 猫猫修仙_

I finished putting on the last coat of mascara when my phone chimes.  

It’s a message from Zayne: 

Emergency surgery tonight. I’m sorry. Don’t wait for me. I will make it up. 

I let out a groan of annoyance and toss my phone on the bed. For the past month, Zayne has been working overtime at the hospital, with a shortage of medical staff running like the plague. This is the third time he’s had to cancel our dinner plans. I understand the work he does is important; hell, he works so much so he could find a cure to save me from my illness. However the feeling of disappointment and sadness never fails to creep in. I stare at myself in the vanity mirror, disheartened again for having my hair and makeup done so nicely, just for it to go to waste. My hair in loose curls, I spent hours trying to blow it out to give it volume. I was even wearing his favorite earrings and I did a soft glam look. My big statement was the red lipstick that he’d help me choose when we went shopping.  With Zayne’s irregular work hours and my crazy job schedule, we’ve hardly seen each other at all since I moved in with him. It’s been so empty without him here at night, since there are times he’s been sleeping at the hospital. I knew tonight wouldn't be any different; “don’t wait for me” means he's not coming home. Looking at the dress hanging on the closet door a small sigh escapes my lips. I grab my makeup wipes and proceed to take off the freshly finished look. 

“I guess I’ll put you back in the closet…again.” I clean up the vanity and throw the dress in our shared walk in closet. Knowing him, he will pick it up and realize I’m not happy. 

After a few minutes of sulking I decided to hop in the shower again. Washing my hair using my strawberry scented shampoo and his favorite smelling body wash “Jasmine Flower”, I let my sadness out and shed a few tears. Everyone told me about the hard reality of dating a doctor. Zayne, however, always made time and put in so much effort to balance his work life and our life together. That’s why I can’t stay mad at him, no matter how many times I feel this sadness or disappointment. I know it breaks him just as much as me. 

Stepping out of the shower, I let my hair air dry. Normally I’d wear an oversized t-shirt to bed but tonight I went with my silky white lingerie dress. In the slight off chance that he does come home, I wanted to punish him a little bit. Not wearing any panties as well would send him into overdrive.  The very thought of him losing control makes me bite my lip. Flustered, I take it as a sign to go to bed. Following my nightly routine I pick up my phone and text Zayne three simple words. 

I love you

 I place my phone on the nightstand and hop into bed. The scent of Zayne’s cologne on the bed sheets is so faint, a few tears stream down my face as I doze off slowly. I’m not sure how much time has passed when I hear the sound of footsteps. Opening my eyes slightly, the clock on my nightstand reads 2:30 am. He’s home?

Zayne is quiet as ever taking off his suit and watch. I know he places them all neatly in his side of the closet. I hear a small “hmm”... he’s definitely picked up the dress and placed it neatly in its home. He jumps into bed beside me. Normally he would shower after coming home from the hospital; he must be exhausted. 

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my back closer to his chest. I can’t help but let out a small moan; his scent is intoxicating. The smell of hospital and his regular cologne fill the air. Cucumber with mint makes him smell fresh but with an underline of sweet notes like jasmine and lavender. He knows it is my favorite. 

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping.” He whispers in my ear. My body twitches at the sounds of his voice. I push myself closer to him, placing my ass perfectly on his bulge. He’s wearing just his boxers. His hands move down to my breast, my silky lingerie straps start to fall down my shoulders. 

“I’m sorry.” he says while placing small kisses on my neck's sweet spot.  

“Dr. Zayne, you missed our appointment.” I groan tiredly.  My fingers find his hair, tugging softly. His little moan causes my cunt to vibrate. Feeling his breath against my neck, I turn to face him. His green eyes turned dark with lust. 

“My apologies. Let us start your physical.” He huffs before placing his lips against mine. His soft lips part, sliding his tongue in my mouth. The kiss grows deeper as I grind on him. With each second passing, we pull each other closer. With his hand on my breast, his thumb and index finger make small circles on my hard nipple. We gasp for air, it's been so long since we’ve felt each other's embrace. I craved his body like the desert craves water, and it looked like Zayne craved me too. 

I feel Zayne’s rock hard cock twitching with anticipation, he breaks away from our kiss. He positions himself on top of me. His ears are red and his cheeks are burning hot, and our eyes lock for a moment. No words needed to be spoken. I knew what he was saying. 

I miss you. 

For a moment he admires my figure. Scanning me intently, his breathing is heavy and my cunt is yearning to feel his touch. 

“You’ll need to remove your clothes, so I can properly examine you.” His hand tugs at my lingerie slightly. 

“Y- yes Dr. Zayne.” I pull my lingerie off and over my head, fully exposing my body. Zayne’s eyes glimmer as he takes in my form. His hands travel from my waist, his finger tips moving slowly up my torso. Caressing my skin softly, his touch and the cold breeze send goosebumps down my back. Before anything else can be said he leans over and places his mouth on my right nipple. He sucks slightly on it while moving his tongue around in small circles. A bolt of electricity jumps through me, causing me to moan loudly. His hand makes his way to my wet cunt, using his fingers he teases my inner labia. With up and down motions, seeming like he’s going to finger me. Instead he rubs my clit, causing my legs to shake.  

Zayne’s fingers move slowly around my throbbing clit. My hips sway to his rhythm, the feeling of him touching me is enough to make me explode. I moan his name with each circular motion. 

“Z-z-Zayne.” I cry. His mouth leaves my nipple, and he is once again towering over me, admiring how flustered I am. Closing my eyes with the pleasure,   I know he has a small smirk. He knows what he is doing to make me submit to him. He knows I’m his and his only. Before any more seconds pass, he slides his fingers inside me. My back arches, his fingers moving slowly at first, but his tempo increases with each moan that escapes my lips. 

“You're so wet and hot, darling.” he mutters under his breath. “I want to taste you.” Zayne gives me no time to process his words. He quickly removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue, throwing my legs over his shoulders. His hands hold onto my thighs for support, while his warm sweet tongue explores me like never before. His ferocious licking sends shockwaves throughout my whole body. He spends his time licking my clit, the rubbing motion of his tongue makes my legs start to shake.  

“Z-zayne, I-I’m close baby.” I struggled with my words, the feeling of sweet orgasm so close. 

“Wait for me.” Zayne doesn't hesitate, his boxers flying off the bed.  

“Zayne … I love you.” I say, with that he shoves his cock deep into my pussy. We both let out a loud moan. I grab onto the sheets as he starts stroking. He hits my g-spot everytime as he leans over me, his face buried in my neck. I let go of the sheets and find their way onto his back. My nails make their way into his soft skin; I make sure I don’t hurt him by going too deep. 

“Mhmm.” Zayne moans. “I love you.” he whispers back into my ear. His right hand cups my cheek, while his left hand is used for support so he doesn't crush me. The sound of his grunts in my ear makes my stomach do flips. The feeling of him inside me, stroking hard sends my body into overdrive. I don’t know how much longer I can hold in my orgasm. I want to cum all over his dick, I want to feel his sweet, hot cum inside of me. 

Zayne takes his arms and slides them underneath me and he lifts me up, placing me perfectly on top of him. He holds me close as he continues to drive his dick deep into my cervix. It’s amazing how strong he is, catching a glimpse of his arm muscles flexing. I’m on top of him but he’s doing all the work. I press my forehead to his, locking eyes with him again, his beautiful green eyes gaze into mine. 

“Zayne.” I pant. 

“Cum with me.” He moans.

“Together.” I say as I stare into his eyes. 

No words can describe the sweet feeling of release. He fills me up, causing me to ascend into euphoria. His hot cum inside my body makes me arch my head back, as I let myself go onto him. He holds me close however, not letting me leave his face. He pants profusely, trying to catch his breath. Losing all my strength, I turn into watery mush in his arms. He holds me up, embracing me even harder as he is still inside me. His strength will never cease to amaze me. 

The moon shines brightly into the room, illuminating us. My hair is draped over his face as I continue to lay on top of him, our foreheads still pressed together. His eyes shine brighter. I’m so in love with you, I think to myself. 

“You’re so beautiful in the moonlight.” He says softly, as he kisses my lips again. It’s passionate, two lovers kissing each other again, like it's the last time they will ever get the chance to do so. 

I move away, trying to catch my breath. He smiles, causing me to melt all over again. 

“Don’t leave…please.” I beg him, I blush, trying to hold back the tears. The thought of him having to go back to work breaks my heart into two. 

“I’ve cleared my schedule. We’ll go to the Arctic tomorrow and spend the week there.” 

“B-B-But my work .. I’ve haven't clear-.”

“I've already cleared it with Jenna.” He cuts me off. “ She agrees with. You’ve been working so hard. So its Doctors orders. You rest.”  He whispers. 

I smile, and hug him harder than before. 

“Dr.Zayne. I love you.” I laugh. 

He chuckles slightly and holds me again. 

“Let’s get some sleep my love.” 

We end the night holding each other until we both fall asleep. Tonight I know he won’t have any nightmares, but sweet dreams. For he is smiling in his sleep.

[riririnnnn]

-> Multi-talented:

@soleilonthesun giving a heartfelt speech after receiving her 237th oscar award for her outstanding movies. According to sources, she writes her scripts on an average time of 14 minutes and was just 10 months old when she directed her first film. Reporting isn't the only thing she is talented in!

-> Trauma Bonding:

(L -> R) @riririnnnn, @galaxynajma and @luvingshidou in the hospital after getting their craniums C R O N C H E D by @getosugurusbangs's girlfriend, Alexis Ness. This traumatic incident has brought these members even closer to eachother. They reportedly raced in a wheelchair around the hallways of the hospital and the tire marks are said to be preserved and converted to a historical landmark to honour Girlfriend FC!

-> Beauty with brain:

@satosuguhastakenovermylife working in her glam laboratory. She played a key role in breaking Aiku's curse and saving her team's members' lives. Insiders say that she has refused 30 Nobel Peace Prizes till now because she wants to remain humble. She also provides regular lectures for the lecturers in Harvard University.

-> Beauty with brawn:

After @luvingshidou's epic fights with the aliens from outer space, she realised her true power and entered the world of kickboxing and WWE. Since that day, she has won over 451 matches and has been awarded 233 title belts. Legends say that she have been seen fighting bears in the forest with her bare hands.

-> GAS GAS GAS‼️:

While trying to pick up her daughter, @bueris, @hooudie212 learnt about her phenomenal driving skills. Since that day, she has been racing. She has won 341 street races and 179 F1 races. She is rumoured to launch her own car company and according to sources, her cars achieve a max speed of 981 m/s and can withstand a meteo's direct hit.

-> Happily ever after:

@someprettyname with her lover, Chigiri Hyoma. After her break up with her previous long-term lover, she didn't have any hopes for love, but then Chigiri Hyoma entered her life and showered her with love that she deserves. Girlfriend FC wishes this new couple a very long happy life together!!

-> Battle of worthy one:

(L -> R) The legendary battle between @merlucide and @riririnnnn for the worthy one of @licoririce's kisses. The battle is live streamed with 10B+ viewers currently. People are streaming on multiple devices to see multiple angles. Folklore says that @riririnnnn has never lost a battle against a challenger and @merlucide has never lost a battle she challenged—truly an immovable object meeting an unstoppable force!

-> Unhand me, Mortal!:

Usagi Isagi, a bunny adopted by @blue-thief. Bunny whisperers have claimed that Usagi Isagi is planning to take over the whole world! But for now, he spends his day cheering for Girlfriend FC. He has been recorded jumping up and down out of happiness whenever @blue-thief scores a goal.

-> Eepy:

Kitty Kaiser, a kitten rescued from a dumpster by @galaxynajma. @riririnnnn claims that he ate all the dirt from her garden and left big holes where her twin, @bueris, fell down. However, for now, he sleeps without a worry in the world!

That's it for now!

Hope we'll have more lore, I want to add other members too in our treasured memories.

[twopoppies]

hey! i've always believed in early Larry but recently have fallen down a rabbit hole about babygate and am convinced. i'm just stuck on a few points and was wondering if there are any theories.

1) what happened on the day of the 'birth'? if he is brett's child born from surrogacy, how did they get briana's name on the birth certificate and either get the baby into the hospital without alerting staff there that briana was not pregnant OR have had a non-pregnant briana stay in hospital for days. what are the theories on how they orchestrated the hospital stay logistically? surely it would've been easier to claim she wanted a home birth. also not sure if they rented a room in the hospital and just kind of camped out there?

2) is there any evidence of Louis being a present father to Freddie? the main reason i started to question the media narrative was that it seems like Louis rarely sees him and in AOTV it almost seemed awkward, like the child didn't really know him. adjacent to that, is there any evidence that Eleanor, who was supposedly with him for FIVE years post-babygate, ever met his son? after all the fuss about danielle vs briana and danielle mentioning her by name in interviews, not even a fluff article about step mum life and loving him? it seems like they forgot to account for parts of the narrative - on the surface, it seems fine but it falls apart on inspection.

thanks from a reborn larry! :)

As far as I remember, the early photos we saw of Briana with the baby were Briana with one of those reborn dolls. It was super obvious that it wasn’t a real child (the feet never changed position, the baby’s head was scarily shiny in the sun, they danced around with it in a carrier at a music festival as if it wasn’t a living human child, etc). She never stayed in a hospital. There were a couple photos of her in a gown (all glammed up holding the doll) which proves nothing. I also don’t think Freddie’s “birth” happened on the day they say is his birthday.

There’s no evidence of him being a present father in the first five years. In the last couple of years Louis mentions him during promo, Freddie shows up at a couple of concerts, in Christmas photos, and in AOTV. None of which proves anything about their relationship.

[fairy25]

Is it just me or does it look insane for her to be holding her newborn baby in full glam still in the hospital? Like what

[lavendermunson]

ribbon - steve harrington

day 4 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw max has a tiny accident. er/hospital setting. one use of y/n. grey!reader (she is mer’s sister, it can be half sister too). steve calls max his sister. they all moved to seattle for some reason

a/n i had a very different idea for this but it didn’t work out, i hope you like this i came up with at the very last minute

“What do we have here?” Doctor Torres approaches Max, she whines as the pain in her arm only gets worse. “A broken wrist, how did this happen?”

“An accident on the sleigh ride,” Steve says, “Although I’m sure she was just being rebellious”

“I told you I had to beat Mike” Max groans, feeling the doctor’s hands on her as a resident comes back with an X-ray sheet. 

The resident is all glammed up. Red lips, red shoes. The lab coat covered her black dress and most of her figure. She looks absolutely beautiful and Steve can feel himself drooling over her. 

The thing that makes his knees buckle, is the big red ribbon on her head.

“Looks half fine, just broken. I’ll get someone to put a cast on you and you are free to go” She smiles at Max, who is only focused on her pain going away soon or she’ll start complaining again.

“I can do it!” you say, your sweet voice piercing Steve’s ears. 

“But we have to go to our party!” 

“I’ll tell Mer to take me, she’s still in surgery,” you say, approaching the patient’s chart to check some things before calling an intern to help. “I will do this quickly, Max. Don’t worry”

As you leave to get all prepared, one of your interns comes to Max’s room. Waiting for you to help the little girl as soon as possible. 

“Hey,” Steve calls the intern. “What’s the pretty doctor’s name? The one with the red ribbon?” 

“Can you not? I'm working!” he says, slightly annoyed.

"Yeah, Steve. Keep it in your pants" Max says, making fun of Steve's flushed face.

You come back to the room, while a nurse helps you with everything you need to get Max a cast. 

“Are you close relatives with the patient?” you ask Steve, looking at him. His eyes get lost in yours, on how they shine under these big and creepy hospital lights. 

“Yeah, I’m her brother” 

“Alright, then you can stay and fill this form for me please” Steve takes the chart out of your hands and you help Max to sit down. You start teaching your intern and guiding him through the process. 

Steve can only get lost on you. The way every one of your words comes out so soft as your cherry-colored lips move. He glanced at your chest, his cheeks go red when his eyes make contact with your cleavage. He looks away, this is not the place for that, he says to himself. 

The blue disposable gloves cover your manicured hands but he sees your gold, delicate bracelet fall from your wrist. He makes a mental note not to mention it until you’re done, Max comes first rather than some casual flirt. 

“We are done! How are you feeling?”

“I feel better, thank you,” Max says, a smile finally showing on her face. You mirror her excitement and relief, with a big smile on your face too. 

And Steve, he wants to fall on his knees and ask you to marry him right now. He notices how you talk to your intern, to the nurses, and to other people walking by. Your bubbly personality has him captive, he just stares and stares until you are gone.

As the intern takes the chart from Steve's hands and disappears he gets lost in his thoughts.

“Steve! Look, her bracelet” Max screams, calling for the older boy as she gets up. And finds your gold bracelet on the floor “Go get her, something good has to come out of this” she encourages him. Steve runs away from the ER as fast as he can. Looking for the big red ribbon on your head.

“Hey, you okay? Do you need something?” A doctor, much taller and older than him stops him on his way. 

“I’m okay i just-“ he tries to ease his breath “Do you know the doctor with the red ribbon? I think she is a resident here”

“Oh, little Grey?” The man makes fun of him, looking how desperate he looks. Steve only wants to know your name, maybe get introduced to you, damn. Why is this so difficult? 

“Grey! Yeah, I think” he murmurs, looking around for you. “So you know her”

“I do, I'm pretty close with her sister. Do you need anything from her?“ He looks at Steve and laughs again. He doesn’t look worried or sick, he looks like he just got up on a cloud.

“I just want to get her this” he holds the piece of gold in his hand “It fell when she was taking care of my sister”

“Oh! The ladies are in a rush today, they have Christmas ladies’ night” Steve’s face is pale, from being in love to running for the pretty girl in a space of minutes. He was having a normal day and then all turned upside down “But I'm sure you can catch them in the parking lot, I don't know. I hope you do”

He nods, getting ready to run again. “Thank you…”

“Derek, Derek Shepherd”

“I’m Steve Harrington. I owe you one!” his voice echoes in the empty hallway, He runs towards the stairs because the elevator would take so much time.

You got this, all those years of basketball should work now. But they don’t, Steve is slightly older and slower. As much as he hates to admit. But he makes his way to the parking lot, searching for your ribbon again, and when he finds it, he finds you. His heart skips a beat. 

“Hey! You were with my sister earlier I just wanted to give you this” Steve says as you turn to face him, blushing as your eyes meet his.

“Oh! you are so kind, thank you so much” You smile. “My sister gave it to me, if I were to lose it I swear she’d kill me!”

“Looks like I saved your life today, you were so kind to Max- my sister. I’m the one who should thank you” he glances at your hand while carefully holding your bracelet between his fingers, a dash of anticipation in his eyes. 

“Don’t thank me. It’s part of my job and I love to help” 

"Can I?"

"Please"

You get closer to him, and he can feel his hands shake. Your scent invades his nose, soft remnants of your vanilla perfume and a dash of your lavender body wash. He clasps the bracelet around your wrist, the touch of his fingers against your skin is velvety. He pauses for a moment, savoring the quick seconds close to you.

“And what you just did was so kind, i hope this pays up” You leave a peck on his cheek, it’s soft just like he imagined. But it only makes him yearn for more.

“I’m Steve, by the way,” he says, offering you a hand for you to shake it. 

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you”

“Can I, uhm. Can I see you again? Some time?” he looks at the way your cheeks are also flushed, just like his. “If you want, of course” 

“Yes. Yes, I would like that” 

“Tomorrow around eight sounds good?” he asks, smiling proudly as his charm seems to work.

“I actually can’t, I have surgery at six and I'm not sure if I’ll make it”

“I can just come by at eight and wait for you, I can get you every oversized candy bar you want from the vending machine” 

You giggle, covering your face with your hand and trying to hide your rosy cheek. Everything you do is so adorable. 

“Sure, only if you let me get you a coffee after” 

He nods, looking at you. He can’t keep his eyes away from you. “I’m new in the city so I’ll accept the coffee and maybe a tour?”

“A night tour, of course!” 

Lucky, lucky Steve. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, and you look pretty by the way”

“Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow Steve”

You leave another peck on his cheek, this time the opposite one. He waves his hand as you meet your friends to leave for dinner.

When Steve gets to his apartment with Max by his side, he forgets everyone was waiting for him. But he returns home proud, looking like a winner while everyone asks and comments about the lipstick stains on his cheeks.  He looks at himself in the mirror, the way the tint of your red lipstick left a mark on either side of his face. He smiles, knowing that he can get them off and tomorrow he will get home with new ones. He is sure of it.

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[hades-in-bloom]

‘Till Death Do Us Part, Pt. 2 | Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

summary: Leon disappeared on his wedding day—until he was finally found.

contents & warnings: am cursed with fluff, assumed older Leon, assumed age gap (could be none though), mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of death, reader could be any gender, Leon behaving like an ass because he can’t handle feelings, kisses, no mentions of y/n

author’s note: I had no idea how it would end until it ended; proceed at your own risk.

all works in this blog are intended for 18+ audience

comments are appreciated <3

xoxo

***

Leon spat blood and attempted to turn his head around, mildly squinting because of the palpable pain in the back of his skull. Shit, he grunted. Shit, shit, shit. The man cursed through the pain in his broken ribs and the soreness of the bruises that seemed to cover every inch of his body.

Who knew a quick work trip from New York to Washington, D.C., the day before your betrothal would be a nasty idea?

“You knew, you overworked dumbass,” Leon muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, cracked and hoarse. Everything that happened to him was precisely what Kennedy should have expected after the mission brief that Hunnigan delivered last night.

While he was getting out from under the wreckage of the D.S.O. helicopter, you must have been worried sick, all glammed up and dressed in your beautiful wedding gown. You didn’t let Leon take a peak at it before the ceremony, and now he regretted it—after all, he has never been too superstitious; will he even make it home tonight? At this moment, the man had no presumption if the ceremony would happen. Right now, he ran thin against the chances of making it out alive from his trouble.

Leon quickly searched for other survivors of the incident, but he found only corpses instead. Again. That seemed to be his thing—to be the last man standing; however, this peculiarity of his character has never brought as much peace to Leon as others would like it to.

It could bring peace to you, though, as by the end of this night, you might still have a fiancé to marry if he gets lucky.

Leon took time to bandage his right leg with pieces of his shirt as it bled heavily, almost dripping onto the ground. If he loses too much blood, he will collapse right there—and then you will haunt him in the afterlife, as you promised some time ago. Not that he didn't want to spend eternity with you, but it was way too soon for his liking.

Leon wasn't sure how long did it take to reach the highway, walking through the woodlands.

He passed out as soon as one of the cars slowed down next to him, answering the man's heavy gesturing from the roadside.

***

Your phone rang in the middle of the night, but you were wide awake.

“Yes, Ingrid?” you replied, audibly drenched and tired and lacking sleep for the past few days. You—or anyone—haven't heard back from Leon in a week, and you started losing your mind. You didn't want to prepare yourself for the worst; you really didn't.

“He's in a hospital in Delaware,” Hunnigan kept her tone professional, although it wasn't enough to hide her excitement. You covered your mouth with your hand, suddenly feeling dizzy. “He's badly hurt but alive. I'll send a D.S.O. ‘copter to pick you up—you are his emergency contact, after all.” You could hear Ingrid smiling. “Over and out.”

Hunnigan has already hung up—and you still couldn't breathe.

***

You rushed up the stairs to the second floor, not caring about using the slowest elevator on Earth—at least, that's how you perceived the hospital’s one; for the past week waiting on Leon to get back home, you had no patience left.

He briefly flinched in a hospital bed when you burst into his ward. You were so mad at him before—and suddenly you weren't, looking at how he's devouring a local chocolate pudding, a spoon still in his mouth when his eyes trained on you.

You felt a wave of relief washing over your body, and you finally felt it—he was alive. Despite all the odds, he came back to you.

“You bastard,” you whined anyway, keeping a weird distance. You might have been afraid of squeezing him too hard so the numerous droppers he was connected to would fall off.

Leon finally took a spoon out from between his lips, the lower one visibly split after the accident.

“Do I know you?” he tilted his head, watching you. You blinked in silence; only Kennedy’s heart rate monitor was beeping, its frequency increasing. After what you both went through, did he actually come back to you?

You didn't have time to say a word when one of the nurses walked into the room. She was in her sixties, looking at you like a proud aunt would.

“Oh, isn't it the lovely lady you've been telling me about,” she chirped, looking at Leon.

This was when you noticed a loving smirk growing on his face.

You took a deep breath, taking a step towards your dear fiancé.

“You are so lucky that you were dying a good second ago, Kennedy,” you groaned when he caught your wrist, almost desperately kissing you after you were pulled closer. You had no idea where his strength for this movement was coming from—but you could still feel a taste of a hospital-provided chocolate pudding on his lips.

***

[absolutelybatty]

Imagining they're in the same hospital while Glam is having the best day of his life while Chive is dying.