#she after you

[lookismfanfics]

𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲

?? x Fem!Reader Drabble

Tw: Implied violence, angst, hospital themes

[“His chapped lips part, but he remains speechless. The fires that once lit his eyes had been extinguished, left glossy and damp. He looks so overwhelmed. So lost. ”]

The corridor smells sterile, fluorescent lights line the chalk colored ceiling, and white tiles run down the stretch of the hallway; you feel yourself suffocating with anxiety in this setting. It’s like you’re sleepwalking, merely hallucinating that you’d been called to the ER at 5 AM on account that you were the only listed number on his entree form. Nothing can ever change the fact that you despise medical settings. You feel awkward, hovering in toe with the nurse as she gently guides you to the waiting room, leaving you to fill out paperwork.

You aren’t even an adult, and you’re being forced to fill out paperwork?

“When did my penmanship get so sloppy?” you wonder, scribbling down your name with a shaky hand. 

You can hardly focus. It feels like all your thoughts are being snubbed out by that signature hospital scent.

The paperwork is collected; you hold your jacket awkwardly in your arms. It’s a waiting game… until the doctor approaches you. 

“Miss (L/N)?” 

You rise from your seat, nodding at the man. He looks over his clipboard, eventually folding the file behind his back and giving you his full attention. 

“You’re here for…?” You nod in confirmation, again, feeling unable to utter a word.

Your voice, when you finally rasp out a few words, sounds hoarse and unfamiliar, “Where is he?”

In a matter of minutes, you find yourself closing the curtain into the dark corner of the hospital. The room is blue-washed and dim; the only light sources come from the beeping machines and warmly lit bed light. You catch a glimpse of the pulse oximeter on his finger, the tell-tale red glow hiding beneath a fold in the covers. 

You hover awkwardly by the doorway, admiring his side profile in silence. His broad chest rises and falls, each breath accompanied by the heart monitor’s beeping. You’ve never seen him looking so vulnerable and bloody. 

You approach the bedside tentatively, curling your fingers into the fabric of your jacket. Your palms feel sweaty, but even still you force yourself to reach out to the bed, grabbing hold of the scratchy sheets. From this close you can see the cotton hospital gown that he wears beneath the covers, and as your eyes roam you catch glimpses of the hardened scars on his infamous fist. 

Then your gazes connect. Before you can say anything else… without any thought words slip through your lips and escape you. 

“Taesoo… your eye.”

Alarmed, you feel an uncomfortable plummet to your stomach as you scan over his face. Your fingers feel numb as you squeeze your hands into the fabric of the hospital sheets. Leaning over his broad chest, your mortified expression is highlighted in the warm lamplight. “What happened?” 

His chapped lips part, but he remains speechless. The fires that once lit his eyes had been extinguished, left glossy and damp. He looks so overwhelmed. So lost. 

You don’t see the confidence. Or the ferocity. 

At the moment, he doesn’t even look intimidating. Just vulnerable. Your King… the King of Ansan… looks vulnerable. 

“James Lee…” he mumbles. In a parched voice, he uttered a name you would never forget. The name of a man you swore to defeat. 

His solitary dark eye was unfocused and hazy, staring up at you as if he didn’t recognize who you were. As though you weren’t his most loyal follower. 

You didn’t blame him for thinking you had left him. That’s what everyone else thought.  “His lady walked out on him as soon as he lost his eye.”

“Only there for the looks I guess.”

“Unfaithful-”

“Whore—”

No one seemed to understand the rage that had stemmed from Taesoo and into you. The vengeance that boiled in the pit of your stomach as you curled your fists into balls and buried your face in the hospital sheets.

James Lee.

Hot, angry tears streamed down the side of your face as you looked up at Taesoo. You held him in your bleary sight. The reddened splotch, empty socket, permanent scars. Ever handsome. 

But he would change. Deny himself. You knew that, and you couldn’t bear the thought. 

You wiped your eyes and swore to yourself. You wouldn’t let that man hurt your King anymore. You would protect your King of Ansan, no matter the cost.

If you had to break your body. Sell your soul. Shatter your bones and rebuild them again. You would do it. As long as you never had to look down at Taesoo with pity ever again. 

You would defeat James Lee. 

If a man couldn’t do it, then surely a woman could.

I mean scientifically… probably not but UH

PTJ bobbing off with unrealistic… stuff. So I will too 🤷‍♀️

[skipppppy]

So there’s a trend going round where you draw Miku inspired by your own culture and normally I just sit those out bc i’m from England but then the image of her covered in fake tan with the full chav makeup and sloppily bleached blue pigtails popped into my head and i almost threw up laughing. So here’s bri’ish Miku. She smells like impulse body spray and spent the last 30 minutes arguing with the teacher who told her to take her coat off. It’s chewsday innit

edit: i fucked up with the cigarette i know it’s the wrong way round blease stop making fun of me 😔💔

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[blaithnne]

Live Mel reaction

[eonars]

Last summer I was on a very expedited acid come up at a music festival and my entirely unaware mother thousands of miles away was at costco and texted me incredulous at how they already had halloween stuff out for sale in the summer but all I saw was a message preview of a giant 10 foot tall skeleton with glowing eyes and "can u believe it??"

[prouvaireafterdark]

listen I know it's heartbreaking that Claudia dies and it's understandable to wish she didn't, but let's please not accuse the writers of fridging her. to do so is a fundamental misunderstanding of the story and is frankly insulting to the intelligence and skill of the writers of the show.

Claudia's death, and the overwhelming grief and regret her parents experience because of it, is quite literally the point of the entire story. she dies because Anne's daughter Michele died of leukemia when she was five years old and there was nothing she or her husband could do to prevent it.

writing IWTV was how Anne coped with the unimaginable loss of a parent losing her child. she created a story about a little girl that could not die and then killed her anyway. Claudia's death is a senseless, unavoidable tragedy, just like Michele's was. the grief that haunts Louis and Lestat for the rest of their lives is the same grief that haunted Anne and her husband.

so when you're accusing people of killing Claudia off to benefit a story about two men, please remember that in real life sometimes parents lose their children. please remember Michele Rice.

she's the reason Claudia exists.

she's also the reason Claudia cannot be saved.

[chloesimaginationthings]

You think FNAF Helpy misses Michael sometimes?

[domesticatedmeatpig]

what if.. microwave popcorn bag furry

i drew this just for you anon

[rookanisstuff]

Rook got her dance

[lazylittledragon]

lae'zel doing her auntly duties (obligatory)

[andstuffsketches]

um, can you play a song with a beat?

[quixoticprince]

Remember how Miss Pauling said she'd spent her whole life to help the administrator....

She didn't even know what she was helping with, but she wanted to be by her side, until she learned how deeply personal and self destructive the whole thing was... and in the end there never was going to be a 'place' set for her :^(

I'm so sorry Flo 😭

[sillysiluriforme]

chlonette nation rise up

[anna-scribbles]

inspired by recent events from my sister’s actual real life

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton winning that “idgaf” award in FNAF

[camofag]

the public reaction to i saw the tv glow is like a perfect case study into how cis people take up queer spaces and unknowingly mock and enjoy trans suffering. sitting in the theater, i had a pit in my stomach the entire time. so many times, i would tear up and then someone else in the theater would laugh. and i wouldn’t cry because how would they look at me when the lights came back on? because they don’t see it. they don’t see the pain. they think it’s funny. i left the theater completely silent, not saying a word to my boyfriend and he didn’t say a word to me until partway into the drive home. the people around us immediately got to picking it apart, explaining what it all meant to each other, dumbing it down, making theories. cis people see the the movie, just like transness, as something to debate. a conversation. something to dissect because it makes them uncomfortable if they don’t understand it in their easily digestible way.