#THE FREAKING CHAIR IN THE BACK TOO LMAO😭

[beskarandblasters]

Fucking Your Best Friend’s Brother

Best Friend’s Brother!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Author’s note: Exactly what the title says lmao 😭 it’s hinted that Tommy was in the military in the early 90’s. I’m totally taking that and running with it so the setting is Christmas 1994, Tommy & Reader are 22, Joel is 27. Hope the math is mathing here 😭 Thank you to @wannab-urs, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, and @johnwatsn for beta reading 🥰

Summary: Tommy is home briefly from the military for the Christmas holiday, sleeping at his brother Joel’s house while he’s home. Tommy is your best friend and he’s had a thing for you for years but you don’t feel the same way, having feelings for Joel. On Christmas night when you’re too drunk to drive home you crash on the living room couch for the night and when you’re finally alone Joel confronts you, leading to something else pretty quickly.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, pre outbreak, Joel is not a father in this, age gap (5 years), Reader wears Tommy’s clothes, drinking, dub con because both Reader and Joel are drunk, fingering, oral sex (M and F receiving), dom/sub dynamic, nipple play, vaginal sex, hair pulling, slapping, spitting, sir kink, degradation (slut & whore), cream pie, no use of y/n

Christmas ‘94 has been one for the books. You finally got to see your best friend, Tommy, while he’s on leave from the military for a short time. So, you spent the day with him, his older brother Joel, and a few of your friends from high school. Plenty of drinks were had and throughout the night you’ve noticed Tommy’s eyes lingering on you for a bit too long. Tommy’s had a crush on you for years and now that he’s here in front of you, it’s unignorable. At least when he joined the military, that problem finally stopped staring you in the face every time you hung out.

The night is winding down and he’s here in front of you, a little tipsy and more confident than usual. The way he’s looking at you breaks your heart because you’ll never feel the same way; with his face a little flushed, eyes just sparkling with adoration. You know that deep down you’re more compatible as friends and you would never risk pursuing it further for the sake of your friendship.

There’s just one problem; you’ve had a thing for his older brother, Joel, since the day you met Tommy. You’ve never even thought about going down that road, it would crush Tommy. But now that you’re also tipsy and sitting in front of Joel, your eyes are lingering just a bit too long on him. And he notices, shooting you a dirty look every time he catches you staring with your mouth slightly agape. You look away quickly, feeling embarrassed, but you can’t resist it.

Eventually your friends start to go home for the night and it’s just you, Tommy, and Joel left, sitting around the dining room table.

“Well, I guess I better head out,” you say, pushing back your hair and rising from your chair. As you stand, you lose your footing, stumbling just a bit.

“No way! You can’t drive!” Tommy says, chuckling at your drunken clumsiness.

“What?? I’m fine!” you insist, still off balance.

“You’re drunk,” Joel sighs in annoyance.

“Well what should I do? I don’t wanna make either of you drive me home,” you say.

“You could crash here,” Tommy says, immediately perking up at the idea.

“Oh! I didn’t even think of that. I mean, if that’s okay with you, Joel?” you reply, turning your head towards Joel, seeking approval.

Tommy shoots him a look that just screams, “Say yes. Now.” and Joel sighs again.

“Fine. You can crash on the couch.”

“Thanks, Joel!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just doing a public service,” he says agitatedly.

He stands up and heads down the hallway to the linen closet to grab you a pillow and blanket.

“I can get you a t-shirt and some sweatpants to sleep in!” Tommy says cheerily, mentally freaking out the idea of seeing you in his clothes.

“Aw thanks, Tommy. It would be nice to not have to sleep in this,” you say gesturing to your dress.

He follows the motion of your head, as you make a small gesture pointing to the tight dress you’re wearing. He gulps before saying, “O-of course! I’ll be right back!”

Joel returns from the hallway and heads into the living room attached to the dining room, tossing the pillow and blanket on the couch.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he mutters, heading to his room.

You roll your eyes and start to make your bed. Tommy comes back with the change of clothes and says, “Let me do this! You get changed.”

You nod, taking the clothes from him and heading to the bathroom, feeling the guilt swirl around in your stomach. He wants you so bad and he’s trying so hard. You change into his clothes and meet him back out in the living room where he’s made your bed all nice and cozy.

“Can I get you anything else? A glass of water?”

“I’m good. Thank you for the pajamas, Tommy,” you say, shooting him a soft smile.

“Of course, anything for you! Good night,” he says with one last lingering look before heading to his room.

You sigh and turn off the lights, feeling grateful for a place to crash for the night. You get into your bed, just starting to get comfortable when you hear a soft voice calling you from the hallway.

“Hey, can we talk?”

You get up, following the voice in the dark, thinking it’s Tommy. But as you get closer you see Joel, the light from his bedroom shining behind him and into the dark hallway. He’s standing with his arms folded, wearing a short sleeve t-shirt and flannel pajama pants hanging low on his hips. You walk slowly, keeping your steps light as you sneak past Tommy’s room, hearing him lightly snore through the door.

“Joel? What is it?”

“Shh, keep your voice down. Come in here,” he whispers, gesturing with his head towards his room.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you walk into his bedroom; something you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time. He closes the door behind him and wastes no time getting to the point.

“You wanna fuckin’ explain yourself?”

“Huh!” you whisper back, confused.

“That little stunt you pulled back there.”

“What “little stunt”?” you shoot back.

He takes a step towards you, chuckling darkly and saying, “Don’t act like you don’t know, you fuckin’ slut. Flashin’ those whore eyes at me while Tommy is sitting right there? Can’t you see how he fuckin’ feels about you?”

A dumbfounded look spreads across your face. You figured Joel would catch on to your feelings for him eventually. But you never thought he’d actually confront you about it.

“I mean… What do you want me to say?” you say awkwardly, looking at the floor.

You can’t see it as you keep your gaze locked on the carpet beneath you, but he rolls his eyes. He takes another step towards you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look him in the eye.

“To fuckin’ explain yourself, slut,” he growls softly, a dark look in his eyes.

“I can’t… I can’t help that I want you so bad.”

He says nothing, practically shooting daggers at you with his stare, watching you tremble as he towers over you. He sighs and says, “Fine, but you better be fuckin’ quiet.”

“What?!” you yelp, a little too loud.

He pulls you in for a kiss, angry and forceful. As he pulls away, he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, eliciting a moan from you.

“Don’t you dare wake him up,” he growls again, you nod quickly. He brings you in for another kiss, the alcohol hanging heavy on his breath before pulling away. He pushes you down on his bed, hands hooking around the waistband of Tommy’s sweatpants, pulling them off forcefully. He gets on the bed, straddling you by resting his knees on either side of you, and brings his face by yours.

“And then you come in here at the slightest request wearing his clothes to tell me how much you want me?” he says, towering above you.

“I-I can’t help it,” you whine.

He gets down by your face, grabs your chin and says, “Oh, so it’s my fault? It’s my fault you can’t control yourself like a bitch in heat?”

Fuck, that shouldn’t be turning you on as much as it is. You can’t formulate a coherent response, just staring back at him with your mouth agape.

“Figures,” he mutters under his breath, a devious grin spreading across his face. He knows what he’s doing to you; how he’s teasing you, and he’s loving it.

He inches down by your legs, pulling off your panties with him, before getting onto the floor next to the bed, grabbing your legs by the back of your knees and pulling you towards him. He brings a hand to your cunt, which is already soaked, running two fingers along your soft entrance. He gathers the wetness on his fingertips and stands up to show you— to show you how wet you are for him.

“You like when I talk to you like this, don’t you, you fucking slut?” he says, rubbing his thumb against his index and middle fingers. He pulls his thumb back, watching your wetness stretch and follow the movement of his fingers. All you can do is nod, transfixed on how mean he’s being.

He sighs and shakes his head, getting back into position on the floor again. He dives face first into your cunt, sucking on your already sensitive clit. Your breath hitches at the contact of his face against your cunt. You writhe against the bed, prompting Joel to hook his arms around your thighs to keep you flush against his mouth. The tension in your core builds as he works your clit with his tongue. He pulls away just as you’re nearing the edge, much to your dismay. He brings his fingers to his mouth, wetting them before stroking the entrance of your cunt. He keeps his touch light and gentle for only a second before pushing both fingers inside you, not even letting you get acclimated with one first. You moan out at the newfound thickness inside you before immediately regretting it. He pulls his fingers out of you in one swift motion, standing up and glaring down at you.

“What did I say?” he growls.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out, keeping your voice as low as possible.

He gets back down on the floor, returning his tongue and fingers to your cunt again. He curls his fingers against your walls and flicks his tongue around your clit. Your hands grip the sheets for purchase beside you, back arching in pleasure. You cum against his face and hand, doing your best to keep quiet as your orgasm washes over you. You soak his face and his hand down to his wrist with your release, the muscles in your core contracting and releasing rhythmically. He pulls away once you’re finished and without even giving you any time to recover he grabs your hair and switches places with you, forcing you down to the floor and face to face with the bulge in his pajama pants. You look up with wide eyes, as if you’re waiting for instructions.

“You know what to do,” he says gruffly, keeping his grip on your hair tight.

With shaky hands you pull on the waistband of his pajama pants, freeing his cock from the fabric. And there it is right in front of you. You’ve been dreaming about this for years, having the opportunity to be face to face with his cock. He tugs on your hair to break you out of your trance and get you to stop staring. You take his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking in the whole length. One hand wraps around the part that won’t fit and the other cups his balls. You glance up at him while you suck him off, his eyes locked with yours. You want to see him just as hot and bothered as he made you but he doesn’t give you that, keeping his gaze dark and unforgiving while he holds your hair tightly in his fist. You feel his balls tense up in your hand; he’s going to cum soon. His face doesn’t betray that though, he keeps his jaw tight, almost like he’s looking down at you in disgust.

“Bet you’re gonna swallow my cum like the slut you are.”

“Mhm,” you moan, vibrating his cock in your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he curses, pushing his cock into your throat as far as it’ll go.

Tears spring in the corners of your eyes but you do your best to keep him in the back of your mouth so he’ll cum. He spills his release down your throat, his grip on your hair tightening even more as he throws his head back in pleasure. You swallow every last drop of his cum before pulling your mouth away from him, not being able to take it anymore. You assume that this is where the night ends since you both came but he stands up and grabs your waist, switching places with you so you’re facing the bed.

“Bend over,” he growls by your ear.

You do as you’re told, sticking up your ass in the air for him. He pushes his cock, still rock hard somehow, into you and it’s so fucking hard to be silent. He grips your waist and thrusts in and out of you relentlessly, his cock hitting the deepest angles inside you. A moan escapes your lips as he expands your walls; big mistake. He pulls your hair, bringing you upright against him and says, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I-I’m sorry, Joel.”

“Sir,” he growls in your ear.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you softly whimper.

“Good girl,” he says, slipping a hand under your shirt and running it over your breast, taking your nipple between his fingertips. He pinches it as he slams his hips back into you, going crazy at being called sir. Just when you think you’re about to cum he pulls out of you, turning you around and pushing you down on the bed. He hovers over you, getting settled in between your thighs and hooking his arms around them. He leans forward, folding you in half while simultaneously slamming into you. And now he’s face to face with you and it’s almost sensory overload. Between the way he’s glaring down at you and driving his cock in and out of you unforgivingly, it’s almost too much. The bed frame is making noises with the movement of his hips and yet again, another moan escapes from your lips. You expect him to scold you again but instead his hand makes contact with your cheek, slapping you across the face. Fuck, that should not have turned you on as much as it did.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say but before he can even respond Tommy stirs in the next room over. His bed creaking, unsure if he’s waking up or not.

“Open your mouth,” Joel says, grabbing your chin.

You obey and open your mouth for him. And just as you do, he spits in your mouth, closing it shut with your chin against his hand. He clamps his hand over your mouth and begins fucking you hard. Each thrust of his cock springing tears in your eyes. Soon enough, they're rolling down your cheeks. You moan and cry against his hand, thankful he’s keeping it there or else you’d be waking up the whole block.

“That’s right. Cry on my cock, you fucking slut. All while my brother is sleeping in the next room. God you’re fucking deplorable, you know that?”

You nod while maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes scan your face; scan the tears rolling down your face caused by him. And he loves it, taking pride in reducing you down to a cock-drunk mess. He pulls your orgasm from you in no time, your cunt spasming around his cock erratically. Your orgasm causes a chain reaction, making him cum inside you, the head of his cock flush against your cervix. You feel his cock twitch and you’re filled with the sensation of his warm cum spilling inside you. He pulls out and stands up next to the bed, bending down to grab Tommy’s sweatpants.

“Here’s what you’re going to do,” he says, getting in your face. “You’re going to put these back on and get out of my room. And you’re never going to tell him about this, got it?”

You quickly nod and take the sweatpants from his hand. He moves back so can stand up, watching you rise from his bed with shaky legs. You slip Tommy’s sweatpants on, feeling Joel’s cum already leaking out of you and running down your thigh. The guilt pools in your stomach as you walk towards the door. You turn around and look at Joel one last time, arms folded and his brows furrowed, before leaving and closing the door behind you. You tiptoe past Tommy’s room and down the hallway, make sure to be extra quiet. As you get into bed your mind replays what the fuck just happened, something you’ve wanted for so long… But you’re also feeling guilty; guilty that what you just did would shatter your best friend’s heart if he knew.

You sigh, knowing one thing for certain; this was the best Christmas ever.

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[dumplingsfordays]

sighs of sleep

pairing - gepard x gn!reader (they/them)

genre - fluff

summary - a hallucination of your sleep-deprived brain keeps you awake late at night, so you visit your roommate across the hall to ask to sleep in his room.

cw! - fluff, mentions of stalking (not by gepard or reader), comfort, overly kind/doormat!reader, pining (mostly from gepard), shy!gepard, overthinking!gepard, hugging while sleeping in the same bed, swearing, gepard has a lil crush on reader <3, gepard and reader are roommates

i wrote this entire thing at like 1 in the morning so apologies for any mistakes...

kinda based on a dream of mine where I saw this white face in my window and it freaked be out so ig this is self-indulgence (again lmao)

i love this art so much 😭😭 geppie's so sweet. art credit!!

playlist : after dark (mr kitty), neglect (mr kitty), the beach (instrumental, slowed, and reverb) (the neighbourhood)

As always, thank you for reading :)

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It was dark in your room.

Nightfall had come several hours before, but when you leaned back in your chair and looked over at the small icon at the bottom-right of the laptop in front of you, you were surprised to read '2:26 AM' in white lettering. You didn't think that you've been working for so long, and yet, somehow, time passed much quicker than you anticipated.

You didn't plan on pulling an all-nighter - in fact, you initially wanted to watch a movie in your pajamas, maybe with a snack or something to drink, and then go to sleep at what would be considered a reasonable hour for Fridays. And then, after you slept, you would awake feeling perfectly rested, and maybe sleep in for a change. But noooo, apparently that was asking too much, because some annoying coworkers decided to call you last-minute at 1 in the morning to ask you to fill out some documents.

You were kind and helpful, and not wanting to disappoint, you did what they asked of you. Voila! Here you were - finished, emails sent, eyes riddled with exhaustion, hands aching, brain desperately wanting to sleep.

You stood up from your seat with a sigh, and languidly lumbered over to your bed. You didn't bother to put on pajamas when you undressed - you were way too tired for that. As you looked over to the window opposite your bed, however-

You saw something, peeking underneath the half-closed blinds.

In your now-fleeting memory of it, it seemed to be a ghostly, white, featureless face that briefly appeared and disappeared when you looked over to the window, and you were still naked.

Was this a stalker? Some creepy person that magically climbed up to the second-story window to look at your bare form?

Your shivered at the thought, and immediately grabbed the shirt that your were wearing. You shoved it on, pulling down slightly on its hem to help cover your body, and ran towards the blinds to lower them, just in case this face was an actual person and not just a hallucination provided by your sleepless brain.

Even when you lowered the blinds, however, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. You didn't have any cameras in your room, and your roommate wasn't the type of person to install them without your request to do so.

You finally decided that you wanted to sleep, and trying your utmost best to forget this event, you crawled into your bed and turned off the lights.

But your stubborn, sleep-deprived brain was a cruel mistress, and to your anguish, kept conjuring up the blank face's image in the darkness. You adjusted your sleeping position over and over, praying to whatever god that would listen to finally grant you rest... to no avail. You remained awake and restless, and when you finally had enough of your brain's shenanigans, you turned on the lights. You hastily tossed on a pair of sleep shorts, and with a sort of fright mixed with vigor, opened the door to the hallway of your shared dorm.

You could still see a faint yellow light underneath the door across from you, and thanking nobody in particular that he was still awake and that you didn't have to wake him, you knocked three times on his door.

Frantic shuffling from inside the room ensued, and you could hear a couple books falling to the floor before your roommate opened the door.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" he asked with obvious concern in his voice. His pale blue tank top stretched a little as he put his hands on his hips. "You scared me."

"I was about to go to bed, and then, when I was changing, I saw a white face in the window, and I tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but then I couldn't because I felt like it was still watching me, and..." you trailed off, and tilted your head downwards. "I'm sorry for ranting, Gepard."

"Oh, no, don't worry about it," he smiled gently, eyes half-lidded from a similar lack of sleep. "I think it's just your head making stuff up. If that doesn't reassure you enough to make you fall asleep, well, I don't really know what to say. Sorry."

You looked up at him, meeting his deep blue eyes. "Can I sleep with you tonight, then?"

A pause ensued as Gepard processed what you just said.

"...what?" he squeaked. His cheeks turned a bright red as he gaped at you.

"Wait! No! That's not what I meant, I promise!" you corrected, also turning red. "I meant sleep in the same room. You know, like a sleepover or something, but without the "staying up late" part, because we're already... up late... You know what? Nevermind. I'm sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing, and I'll just sleep on the couch downstairs. I'll bring some blankets and I should be just fine-"

"You can stay if you want to."

You looked over at Gepard (who was still as red as a cherry, and avoiding eye contact), wide-eyed as you took in what he said. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, the couch isn't that comfortable. You'll probably regret sleeping at all if you doze off there, and I don't mind you staying in my room anyways," he reassured. "Can you go grab blankets and stuff from your room? I'll clean up the place because I knocked over some books earlier, so..."

"Oh, um, sure," you blinked. "Thank you." You were sure that he would send you back after what you said.

You ran to your room and grabbed a pillow and blanket, but when you ransacked your drawers and closet for any sort of thick blankets or mat as possible padding between you and the floor, you came out empty-handed. You were nervous to ask Gepard if he had any usable padding material - he had done so much for you already, and you were sure that he was done putting up with your antics...

Rushing back to his room to not make him wait any longer, you stood by the doorframe as you watched him put the last of his toppled books into its place on the bookshelf.

From what you could see, his room was a tad minimalistic. Paintings of snowy sunsets and mountains decorated the white walls, and a multitude of potted plants (some of which were almost withered) were spread throughout his room, peeking from the top of his bookshelf, standing in front of his window, and some larger ones sitting on the floor. His bed was rather large, and it lay at the top right corner of the room, if you assumed that the door was in the middle of the bottom wall. His desk was across from his bed, to the right of the door, and his bookshelf, which stood in the middle of the left wall, housed an array of multicolored spines of books. His window, thankfully, was closed.

"You can come in, you know," he called as he turned his head to you.

"Thank you," you muttered, stepping inside his room. "Where should I put my stuff?"

He walked over to the center of the room, where you were standing awkwardly. He looked over the items in your hands.

"You don't have anything as padding? We have wooden floors."

"Yeah, I know," you said with a sigh. "I don't have anything."

"Neither do I... I mean, I can always sleep on the floor without padding, and-"

"You're not sleeping on the floor. It's your room."

"Yeah, but you can sleep on my bed and actually have a chance of falling asleep," he said.

"But you said that you couldn't fall asleep too," you remarked. "And you're putting up with my bullshit, so you get the bed."

"How about this? We split the bed in half with pillows, and we each get half. Does that work?"

"Oh- sure."

The two of you got to work. Luckily, you both had several pillows at hand, and Gepard's bed was big enough to perform the task, so you had it done in a couple minutes. You covered yourself with your blanket as he turned off the lights, and when you settled in among the darkness, you felt him shifting in his place.

"Goodnight," you heard him whisper.

"'Night," you replied, pulling your blanket further up to your neck.

But a little while later, your blanket stopped helping against the cold of his room. You didn't notice it before, but now, it was getting pretty chilly, and you couldn't help but lean closer to the row of pillows separating you two, subconsciously seeking warmth. Your thoughts were hazy, laced with sleep that was finally washing over you, but that little itch of cold was getting annoying. So you did the only thing that would have the smallest chance of waking him up and still receiving the warmth you needed - you came closer and closer to the pillow wall, until your hands finally felt his broad back through one of the thinner pillows.

To a very-much-still-awake Gepard's surprise, he felt your fingertips press against his back through a pillow. He thought that you were dreaming, that your brain was perceiving the pillows as a stuffed animal that you were "petting", but when your hands snaked around his torso, he realized that he was probably the stuffed animal (at least in your dreams). You were now hugging him.

If he was being honest with himself, he would probably describe his current feelings in one word: conflicting.

On one hand, he wanted to push your arms away. You were dreaming, that's it, and you needed something to hug. You needed to hug a pillow, not him - he wasn't at all like a pillow, he wasn't soft or light, he was, in his mind, a walking stone, hard and cold. He could give no comfort to you.

On another hand (the hand that Gepard deemed more selfish), he was rather comfortable like this. This felt right, for really no particular reason. A voice in the back of his head told him to do the same, to wrap his arms around you and protect you from anything and everything that ailed you. It whispered sweetness into his ear, vowing that you won't remember it when you wake up anyways, that this was his chance to face his feelings and act on them.

Sure, he's had a crush on you ever since you moved in together, but that doesn't excuse hugging you back when you were this close, right? But what would happen if he hugged you back, and you somehow remembered? What if you weren't sleeping at all and this was your way of flirting?

Y/N wasn't flirting, he thought. Definitely not with me. They wouldn't. They probably don't like me anyway.

Oh, but how he wanted to not overthink the situation and just do it already. This was his chance! What if you did like him back? What if you were flirting with him? A hug couldn't really ruin a 6-month-old friendship, could it?

He sighed as quietly as possible. He was going to do it. He was going to hug you, and he was going to roll the dice of Fate. Either you won't care, or you would lean into his arms, or you would push him away when you wake up. You were kind, merciful - would you really kick him out of the apartment because of a hug?

He stiffly turned around to face you, and got a full view of your serene, closed eyes. You were so pretty like this, he almost couldn't bear it.

Steeling himself, he screwed his eyes shut and reached his arms out to your form, wrapping them around your waist, supporting your back with his large hands. To his relief, you didn't show any signs of resistance - instead, you tilted your head closer to his, resting it against his collarbone as you let out a short, low hum.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

You were so warm, so soft, so fucking beautiful to him. He felt an overwhelming sense of immense joy and relief flood his system at your actions and couldn't help but brush away a stray lock of hair from your perfect, ethereal countenance, taking care to not disturb your sleep in any way. Small breaths escaped your oh-so-kissable lips like fleeting whispers of song, tickling his neck and shoulder lightly, and his heart beat faster and faster until it almost hurt from how close you were to him.

He couldn't believe that this was actually happening.

Your own heartbeat slowed as you fully fell asleep, content in his warm embrace, but Gepard's was still racing. He wanted to stay awake for as long as possible, to savor this moment of closeness for what could very well be the last time, but his eyes betrayed him - they were closing all on their own, and the last thing that he remembered before he fell asleep was the way that your chest rose and fell in time with your quiet sighs of sleep.

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[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 431 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

Sorry for the late post, I had no idea that I was going to be a bit busy today. 🙏🏽 BUT GOD, THE SUSPENSE WAS KILLING ME FROM THE LAST CHAPTER. LET’S SEE WHO THE NEWEST MEMBER IS… 👀

I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!!!! 😫😫😫😫

AND LOOK AT HIM, WEARING THE SAME CLOTHES AS TAESOO MA!!!! 😳 I think it was pretty obvious because Daniel Park did say that they’ll meet each other again.

HE’S EVEN WEARING THE SAME COAT AS TAESOO MA!!! And THAT’S the reason why he decided to join? Understandable. Eli Jang will eventually get his wake up call in the future. 😬

I miss this type of interaction between Jay and Daniel. It reminds me of the older Lookism chapters when they used to go to school and Daniel used to be the mediator. I’m just glad that we get to see Jay and Daniel together again, regardless if it’s Daniel in his OG body. 😭💞

OHHHHHH YEAHHHHHH, THE BADASSES ARE IN BUSINESS. ALL IN ONE CREW. 😎✨

ZACK BAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS HAD ME LMAAAAOOOOOO WHAT A MOOD.

BRUH. THESE PANELS OF SAMUEL BEING AN INSANE GOOF IS KILLING ME. 💀💀💀 HELP-

I honestly feel bad for him. He's been injected like TWICE so far. Wthhh 😭

OHHHHHH MY GOD. THAT TRANSITION???? HELLO??? IT’S ONE OF OUR FAV BLONDES!!!!! AHHHHHH I’VE BEEN WONDERING WHERE HE’S BEEN ALL THIS TIME. 

PLEEEEASE, THE WAY HE’S WEAK FROM SHOTS BUT NOT WEAK FROM FIGHTING ANYONE.

THE BABY BAND-AID, I- SDHFJSDHFSJDFJSD HE’S SUCH A BABYYYYYYY. AHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN’T. 

BROOOOO LOOK AT THIS FOOL. HE’S ALL GUCCI-ED OUT BRUH LIKE DAYUUUUUUM. His outfit could pay off my rent. (God, simping for this man is like a guilty pleasure. sheesh)

UMMMMM SIR. YOU’RE SAYING ALL OF THIS IN FRONT OF A DOCTOR????? Realistically, he’d call the police. Unless, if he’s affiliated with HNH Group or The Workers, thennnn... that’s probably why? IDK ANYMORE LMAO.

Also, tell me why I thought he was Seongjun Baek from Viral Hit for a second. 😂😂😂😂

Ummm... Are y’all REALLY going to talk about this right now?

WHILE YOU TWO ARE FALLING???????? 😰

Jake Kim, the GOAT. HE’S SUCH A GOOD GUY, AHHHHHHH. WE DON’T DESERVE JAKE. 😭😭😭😭 God, he’s such a kind soul. ❤️

She’s pretty and all, but I still resent her for what she did when she was still with the Workers. 😤

E W. LMAAOOOOOOOO NO.

PTJ really drawing pretty panels out here. 

EWWWWWWW x2 LMFAAAAOOOOOO. GET FUCKED.

THIS IS SUCH A PRETTY SCENE ASDHFKJASDHFHJSDHF. DISNEY PRINCESS, WHO???? (Even though, I wouldn’t consider her as one because... yk... Wow, I really have mixed feelings about this.)

I guess they have their own “happy ending” even though Vivi doesn’t really deserve it imo lol. 

JAMES LEE ALWAYS BE POPPIN WITH STYLE. HE SERVIN!!! 💅🏽

BRUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. PTJ REALLY GIVING US THESE ANGLES MAN. WTFFFFFFFFFFF???? BRO I CAN’T IMAGINE HOW THE JAMES LEE FANS MUST HAVE FREAKED OUT OVER THIS PANEL. HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA IM SOBBIN. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 (like, “Yes sir, let me sit on your lap.”) 

For the James Lee simps: If you were to be there watching, what would you do? 😈

LMFAAAAOOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO FUNNY SITTING THERE, LEANING ONTO THAT LOW ASS CHAIR. WHY IS HE LEANING BACK LIKE THAT? BRUH I’M DEAD. 😭😭😭💀💀💀💀💀 HE LOOKS LIKE HE NEEDS TO TAKE A SHIT DURING THIS MEETING WITH EUGENE, SO HE HAD TO LEAN BACK JUST TO HOLD IT IN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ayo Eugene, you better tell him once he does his part of the deal. No games pls, bc you play too much. 😘

#lookism #lookismaddict #lookism webtoon #lookism spoilers #lookism spoiler #lookism memes #daniel park #zack lee #lookism vasco #jay hong #hudson ahn #samuel seo #johan seong #goo kim #xiaolung #lookism eugene #james lee

[traumxrei-archive]

OKAY BUT WAIT THE LEECH DAD AGENDA UMMMM✋✋✋ HELLOOO???

Im so sorry not sorry im a different anon so dont sue them </333... yet

Okay but them playing hide and seek with their kids, and doing the whole pretending not to know where their children are despite the audible giggles behind the curtains. Or piggy back rides and kisses on the forehead. Just,,,, just teasing uncle azul together lmao. Their kids making a fort and inviting them inside but they CANT come inside bc they're freaking 6FT TALL but its okay bc they'll hang out on the outside😭😭😭 if their kids like tea parties, them just, putting their lounge skills to use LMAO serving their kid or their kid serving THEM and the leeches taking the tiny lil sips from the cup😭😭😭 the leech brothers in tutus, tiaras, and feather boas. In a tiny chair. Plastic tea cup in hand, talking to an arrangement of stuffed animals UMMMMM STUFF TOY SHRIMP????. Maybe even them cooking breakfast and helping their kids measure and mix things out IM????? HELLO???? Exploring the coral sea together ummm UMMMM✋✋😭😭😭

Anyway floyd dad agenda nonnie ily i am consentually-if-you-want-it kissing you on the cheek MUWAH beautiful gorgeous idea the brain rot is visceral🤭😭😭😭

(Trau sorry if this is interfering rn! Please focus on ur priorities, you got it!!! :))) take care <333)

HELLOOOO ?? WHY ARE YOU AND FLOYD DAD AGENDA NONNIE BOTH TAG TEAMING ME RN—

AUGH. i'm so soft...I'M SO SOFT RN !! DON'T TOUCH ME !! they're just the bestest dads ever hUh,,,, i was talking to a friend abt this n we were imagining them teaching their babies how to hunt too. differentiating what's good food and what's bad food under the sea n stuff, learning how to use sea magic,,,,they're just *sobs* they're just such ?? dads ??? dad material ????

idk how we went from Scary Eel Men that can Kill You with One Hand to Best Dad in the Whole Seven Seas but i LOVE the pipeline sm but you guys really are killing me with the brainrot hshuhdufhfushfj

#/trau replies #/anonnie #what do i call you ? hmm ? #best dads tweels anon ? #is that a good name ? #i should be thinking about my data sheet...not about dad tweels.... #floyd leech #jade leech #twisted wonderland

[vcrnons]

you have me intrigued about the dino dream

WHEJDJDHDH HELLO😭 ALL RIGHT SO HERE’S THE NIGHT DINO RUINED MY LIFE🫠🫠🫠

(i remember this entirely too vividly and that’s because sometimes i randomly think about it and it sends my entire day into a spiral, so im rly sorry for how long this is lmao) (writing this out has made me feel so incredibly delusional) (under the cut for length & also to prevent anyone who doesn’t want to be subjected to my dumb dream bs)

chan & i worked together and we were at some kind of a training day? type? thing? and i guess we must’ve been like passively flirty colleagues or something because when he came into the big training room (which we were all sat ON THE FLOOR IN??? where were the TABLES AND CHAIRS what even is my subconscious) he came and sat RIGHT next to me and we had this cute little small-talk moment before the actual training stuff started

so we’re sat on the ground and we’re being lectured about information governance and data protection and shit, and lmty i am NOT listening because i can’t stop staring at him??? fr my guy looked HEAVENLY you can’t blame me for this. N E way i’m sat like. knees bent & pulled up to my chest, he’s got one leg bent up, both his fuckin. strong ass arms wrapped around it. and one leg out flat because he’s insane and wanted me to suffer, probably. and i’m just trailing a finger up and down his arm the entire time, feeling his muscles, giggling to myself quietly and he keeps looking back at me and smiling and I WAS LIKE HELP. because. it was BLINDING and his eyes were so soft and i’m getting palpitations remembering it wait—

so we break for lunch, it’s a dumb little buffet style thing of just sandwiches and chips and that’s literally it. and we eat and everyone’s like “well this is shit” but it’s free food so we’re still going for it yk. good to know dream j takes food as seriously as awake j does. moving on!

a few minutes into this lunch he pulls me to one side and asks if we can talk so we went out into a corridor and apparently ig we’re in this big high-rise building with floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out over a city??? bro the view is INSANE. so. he gives me one of his AirPods, puts on a song, we’re just looking out over this city together and listening to the music. he turns the volume down and we start talking just quietly about fuck-knows-what, obviously it starts getting a little Juicy. we’re super close, basically in each others faces, noses TOUCHING. (what in the wattpad was i inhaling this day—) and HE TILTS HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE SO HES LIKE AN I N C H AWAY FROM KISSING ME AND HE SAYS “you know, if you wanted something more, all you had to do was ask”

SO OBVIOUSLY DREAM ME LOSES HER DAMN MIND AND NEARLY CRUMBLES TO THE FLOOR. LIKE. WHOOOO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT. WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE SO SLICK WITH IT

and HE WENT IN FOR A KISS. BUT BECAUSE I WAS SO FKN NERVOUS AND THINKING “there’s no way this is happening rn—“, I SWERVED IT AND HE LIKE FREAKED OUT THINKING HE’D DONE SOMETHING WRONG SO HE RAN AWAY. I TRIED TO SHOUT AFTER HIM LIKE NO WAIT COME BACK BUT BRO WAS GONEEEEEEE

and then we had to go back into the training room so i went in and sat down where i was before but he SAT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM LOOKING ALL UPSET. and im trying to make eyes at him like babe come back im sorry let me explain BUT HE WOULDNT LOOK AT ME. and then fuckin. seungkwan comes over, crouches down, and is like

“hey, please don’t mess around with chan. he really, really likes you. never shuts up about you. if you don’t like him like that, it’s okay, but please just be gentle with him”

AND HE WAS SO SWEET BUT I WAS LIKE BRO DONT FUCKIN— I LIKE HIM I JUST GOT SCARED TELL HIM TO COME OVER HERE RN

but HE DIDNT. so at the end of the thing I just went over and dragged that man by his shirt out of the room and threw myself at him and explained everything and THEN WE FINALLY GOT THE SMOOCH. AND IT WAS JUST REALLY FUCKIN. IT WAS A LOT. IT WAS VERY A LOT. AND IM STILL NOT OKAY OVER IT. IF YOU WONDERED 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

#💌 - mailbox. #mistarover #what the fuck do I even tag this as #I was absolutely wrecked when I woke up from this I need you to know #it was the night before pink dino in Japan. I woke up in distress AND THEN THERE WAS PINK DINO #AND IT WAS NOT OKAY #I lost all sight of who I was as a person for about 3 days #I think it was the final straw for accepting that I am a Bit in love w him #this is after I’d already had the ice-skating date dream btw. which. oof #that genuinely sends me into disrepair #I hardly remember most of the details but any time I think about it I get butterflies lmao #I’ve had a lot of dreams about these boys but for some reason Dino’s are always the most heart-stopping #he’s unbelievable 😭 #shut up j #I need to go re-rb that post and tell u about the Vernon & Woozi stingray prophecy dream too #cant believe I forgot about that one #that was genuinely a covid fever dream so it’s. something else entirely

[3mixs]

omg i read ur rules after i sent the ask abt chaeyoung, so that was my bad, but im glad u turned it around!!

i LOVE the idea abt jihyo's potential friend, esp when u mentioned sejeong!! i think jihyo and sejeong are very similar, so i can totally imagine sejeong as another hybrid (probably a kitten too), and the only reason jihyo likes her unlike how she was wary of nayeon and outright dislikes momo is bc sejeong kept trying to be her friend and eventually jihyo just gave in and found she liked her! a bit of a reverse of how they actually became friends (with jihyo hitting on starting convos with sejeong but thats what aus are for right?)

and sejeong would 100% take jihyo's side. and they meet up at their secret meeting spot and jihyo is just complaining and complaining and obviously sejeong is gonna agree with her cause she doesnt know any better LMAO, she jumps on the momo hate train REAL QUICK

but what if one day she finally meets momo and shes just like. jihyo. ur so dumb. she literally just wants to be your friend. and i can imagine poor momo :( who is probably so insecure abt her place and might be afraid that bc jihyo doesnt like her (and they've had jihyo longer) they might like momo less or get rid or her or smth :((

and meanwhile 2yeon is just like: jihyo will come around...eventually......right........

they're too busy being in love to deal with this rn hehe

but yeah! i really like this au!! and ty for letting me give my input, ill claim an emoji if thats ok?? i sent the previous two asks u answered abt this au (the one asking for more and the jihyo having a friend one) so u can keep track of it if u want

but yeah this is so cool and also sorry for talking so much 😭😭 i really love hybrid aus

-🐻 (if thats not taken and if its ok!!)

absolutely no worries! i only updated my rules yesterday so really there was no way you would’ve known if you had looked before then!

i freaking adore sejeong and i’ve always wanted to try writing her! every time i think of her and jihyo all i can think of is the whole ‘twin flame’ trope- i mean sejeong did call jihyo her “soulmate” at one point... so as you can tell i’m a sehyo enthusiast! 

but hybrid kitten!sehyo just takes the dramatics and the cuteness to another level! i love love LOVE the reversal of their meeting. i can imagine sejeong just popping up everyday for a week straight asking jihyo to hang out and be friends. no matter how many times jihyo would roll her eyes and say she doesn’t need a friend because she already has jeongyeon, sejeong would just roll her eyes right back leave with a “see you tomorrow pabo (idiot)!” eventually jihyo rationalized hanging out with sejeong by telling herself it’s okay to have two friends if one of them is also a kitten like her so jeongyeon won’t get jealous. 

sejeong would absolutely take jihyo’s side! i imagine that sejeong mostly comes around when her owner + jeongyeon aren’t home (and the few times she has met jeongyeon all jeong does is joke about how they’re ‘the same kitten just copy and pasted’). so sejeong probably knows deep deep down jihyo is just being overdramatic about the whole situation - but she’s never really hung out while 2yeon are at home and she’s never met momo so as far as she’s concerned jihyo is 100% justified in everything. she’d be fuming too if her owner moved in her girlfriend without asking and then brought home a new puppy on a whim.

but because she is on the outside, she is much more reasonable about the situation when it finally comes to meeting momo. i would imagine she’d come over one afternoon while her owner is out shopping or something and expects to see jihyo on her usual chair basking in the sun but instead she finds momo sitting alone in the living room pouting. since momo arguably has one of the most irresistible pouts of all time, sejeong can’t help but talk to her (even though she was going to ignore her out of solidarity with jihyo). poor momo should be on top of the world right now, she just got a new home and a new family. when 2yeon are home she can at least hang out with them but when they’re gone and she’s left alone with jihyo she’s reminded of how lonely she was before coming home with them. 

puppy!momo lives with her heart on her sleeve, her ears always giving away her emotions no matter how well she tries to hide them with her words. so when sejeong asks what’s wrong momo just pouts and says ‘jihyo’s ignoring her again so she’s waiting out here until nayeon comes home’ and bursts into tears because she hasn’t really had anyone to talk to about any of this. she’s too scared to bring it up to 2yeon in case they realize bringing momo home was a mistake and they take her back in order to keep jihyo happy. she can’t exactly talk to jihyo about it without getting the cold shoulder. plus she doesn’t know anyone else in the area so she’s just been keeping everything to herself. sejeong right then and there decides she likes momo and doesn’t want to see her sad again. so she gives momo a hug and listens to all her worries and insecurities. before she leaves she promises they’ll hang out together soon, but first she’s got to deal with jihyo. 

the next time the kittens meet up at their spot, the first thing sejeong does is hit her on the arm and calls her an idiot. she ignores all of jihyo’s pouts and protests, she’s heard them before. she’s determined to get jihyo to like momo so all three of them can be friends. they’re all hybrids so they might as well get along. plus, it would be more fun to have someone else play around with them.  maybe she hatches a plan to force the three of them to hang out together or something along those lines??

as for 2yeon, they know jihyo is a slow burn and once she opens up to momo she’ll like her (even if she won’t admit it). she didn’t like nayeon and first but now she does... well they think she does. she doesn’t really say it. or ever show it. but sometimes she seems like she might, so that’s what counts! in the mean time, they’re just loving life and definitely in a little honeymoon phase now that they’ve taken that next step in their relationship. until one of the hybrids runs away or draws blood, they don’t need to step in. just positive vibes and fingers crossed!

and that’s totally okay!! i’m so excited to have people becoming regular emoji anons! like i really can’t express to you how happy i am that you’re even taking the time to read any of this and interact with me! i wasn’t really sure how well any of my hcs would come off because i think their good ideas but i couldn’t tell if anyone else would think so too. if i could hug you through the screen i would! so seriously thank you so much for interacting and adding to this au, it’s given me so much inspiration and fun!!

#answered #🐻 anon #kitten!jihyo #hybrids #twice headcanons #jihyo #sejeong #momo #jeongyeon #nayeon #also never EVER apologize about something being 'too long' i love it!

[cherienymphe]

Don’t be shy do the Drabble I hate the guy already LMAO 😭 i mean I love him but also hate him, really curious! But of course no pressure! Just curious what kinda girlfriends did he have before? Are they similar to the kind Steve likes to date like someone who takes charge like Peggy and as Reader is a sweet girl. An easy target,” which is what he previously told the reader - 💙 (blue heart anon)

Bucky had girlfriends that were on the sweeter side yes but were still assertive and independent in their life. It was giving winx club (I'm sorry y'all that's the best comparison that came to mind 😭) and be careful what you wish for

You blinked back tears as you continued to scrub at your bear, face heating up even more with every failed attempt. You had never cried in front of Bucky before, but you were terrified that today would be the day when you finally would.

"You did that on purpose, you ass."

You wanted to tell Rebecca that she shouldn't say words like that, but you couldn't even find it in yourself to care, right now. Bucky was an ass.

"I actually didn't," the older boy drawled. "Even if I did, who gives a shit?"

"Bucky," Rebecca hissed, and you could feel her eyes on you from the kitchen.

Your legs were crossed as you sat on the floor, eyes focused on your bear, surrounded by every cleaning liquid known to man. It just wouldn't come out!

"That's her favorite one!"

"They all look the same to me," he snorted. "Stupid and creepy as fuck."

You dropped the bear, giving up. Your eyes were glued to the floor as their voices reached you.

"Why do you always have to treat her like that? She's never done anything to you-."

"She's fucking weird, okay? Anybody your age who still walks around with stuffed animals and dolls and sucks their thumb needs fucking therapy! If you walked around like that, I'd have to tell my friends you're underdeveloped or something."

Bucky's words made your chest ache, and you felt a few tears escape.

"You're so mean," you heard Rebecca sneer after a while.

"Yeah, well, someone has to be honest around here. You and mom and dad just like to pretend like that shit is normal, and it's not."

You heard his chair scrape as he no doubt stood up.

"She's a God damn freak."

You kept your eyes on the floor as he left the kitchen, ignoring the sting of his gaze as he made his way up the stairs. His words left you feeling cold, and you sniffled, wondering if you could convince your mom to buy you a new one. But then you wondered if there was even a point. Bucky would probably just ruin that one too.

#drabbles

[elliebartlets]

Y’all please watch this I’m begging you

I feel like I shouldn’t highlight my favorite parts below because I feel annoying but that’s what I do so too bad

• The props Allison stole from set!! I want them, especially the plaque she took! Too bad I can’t drop $2500 😭

• Brads obsession with dogs and the tweet about how he went to the dog park after shooting to watch dogs 😂 and the video of him howling with his dog

• Did Janel Maloney say Brad looked like John in that clip as in John Spencer?

• of course Martin Sheen makes an entrance like President Bartlet

• they’re was a confusing discussion about Get Out and Judas and the Black Messiah. Also had no idea Martin was in the black messiah what

• Martin asking if they’re all fine 🥺

• “Malia’s not coming here is he?” Oh Brad

• Allison’s dog!!

• “Aaron said “I just want you to know you’re the one who’s shot.” And it was a perfect showbiz moment of “wow that’s a great compliment” and “am I getting fired?”

• ah and then Brad mentioned Mrs. Landingham getting killed off

• they showed the scene where Bartlet kisses Leo on the cheek and Martin goes “I still miss him.” 🥺😭

• Brad talking about no one noticed he didn’t have a scar on his chest when he’s lying in bed with Donna in season 7: “With all the weird west wing fans nobody’s ever noticed.”

First of all, thank you Brad I consider that a compliment. Secondly I never noticed but I thought some people did? Wasn’t this talked about in west wing weekly?

• Richard “you guys slept together?”

• *shows the clip of Josh blowing up in the Oval Office in Noël*

Brad: I think it’s disrespectful for Richard to eat while I’m acting

• Danny just appeared!! wtff that’s so weird cause the actor never does anything with west wing (at least he didn’t for west wing weekly)

• Richard has been eating this whole time and saying basically nothing 😂 And I’m pretty sure he’s eating a salad which makes me think of “you could cover this thing in barbecue sauce and it’s still taste like the ground.”

• Bradley offering to sell scripts he signed and the hosts saying if they can get anyone else to sign it’s a bonus and Bradley’s like “I promise we won’t let Malina sign.”

I find it funny Timothy Busfield laughed at that since he doesn’t get along with Josh Malina

• I think Richard is frozen cause he’s not moving at all

• lmao Allison was trying to get his attention (“Richard! Richard!”) as the hosts were trying to ask her about what she thought Tim’s (Danny’s) favorite scene with her was. He said the goldfish scene (obviously)

• ok Richard’s screen just dissapeared ☹️

• Tim just offered to sign a box of goldfish and a zoom acting/directing class and Brad goes “I’ll pay for Malina to take the class.”

• oh my god they brought Richard back and he’s just obviously been eating I’m dying 😂😂😂

• They brought a doctor on to talk about the vaccine and asked if the cast had any questions and Richard asked if/when he should get a vaccine cause he had COVID and during that Allison was trying to reposition the camera and her chair cause the sunlight was directly on her and it was funny because Richard’s asking this serious question about antibodies and Allison’s getting lowkey frustrated cause everytime she repositions herself and sits back down the sunlights still on her

• Jimmy Smits and Mary McCormack have appeared

• woah they got Alan Alda!!

• lmao Alan Alda apologizing to Jimmy because he wanted to be the president so badly to the point that he thought he was Vinick and thought he might’ve freaked out Jimmy

• omggg Mary McCormack and Melissa Fitzgerald are writing a book and they described it as a “love letter to the west wing and to public service” and have been interviewing the cast for it and it should come out in less than a year ahhhhh

• “It’s a love letter to public service and a Dear John letter to Josh Malina.”

• Martin Sheen has the best laugh next to Allison Janney

• forgot to mention Richard was walking somewhere wearing a mask and the disconnected again and hasn’t been back since lol

• y’all I needed that pick me up

#the west wing #the west wing cast #bradley whitford #allison janney #martin sheen #richard schiff #janel moloney #alan alda #jimmy smits #melissa fitzgerald #the only person they were missing is Dulè