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Only Friends Episode 12 | SUNRAY: The Light of Hope

Sand brought hope into Ray's life, and Ray brought light into Sand's.

This was the most touching, gorgeous, wholesome happy ending for these two that I could ever ask for. Watching Sand and Ray basking in their own little world made me so goddamn happy and emotional.

Favorite Buddie Moments Per Episode: 4x8 Breaking Point

Sam and Caitriona reacting to their chemistry test👉👈

i'm a total whore and weak for somnophilia, so all i'm imagining is somnophilia w/ minwon. like, imagine them coming home from a long day, eager to see you. and they're greeted by the site of you fast asleep, whimpering and humping your pillow. maybe add in you wearing mingyu's sweatshirt and a pair of wonwoo's boxers and they go absolutely FERAL.

this is actually so hot and i wrote way more than I originally intended but idcidcidc

ok so i can easily picture them super tired and worn out from the day they’ve had, but the thought of seeing you when they get home gives them a burst of energy. ofc it’s so late that you’re already asleep when they do get home. still, the sight they find is just as good. the sweatshirt that is large even on gyu’s big frame is riding up and exposing your skin while wonu’s boxers are deliciously clinging on to your wet cunt. their dicks immediately get hard when they see you moaning and whimpering in your sleep, unconsciously grinding on ur pillow.

“so pretty.” gyu groans, quickly undressing himself to join you in bed.

“the prettiest.” wonu agrees, doing the same.

your bfs quickly crowd you, wonwoo behind you while mingyu gets in front. they’re careful not to wake you before they do anything bc they know how much u love to wake up w their tongues or cocks inside you.

ofc gyu is a bit eager, thinking it’s so cute and hot that you’re moaning for them in your no-doubt wet dreams. wonu gives him a warning look, and all gyu does is pout but complies. gently, wonwoo replaces the pillow with his hand a low growl building in his throat as he starts to rub you through his boxers. meanwhile, gyu starts to spread your thighs, knowing exactly what wonu wants to do.

they both pull off the boxers, exposing your hot, wet cunt to the air. mingyu moans, cock leaking with precum at the thought of being inside you and tasting you. but he has to be patient he knows. so he waits until wonwoo is easing his thick cock inside you, loving the sight of your tight little pussy stretching around the veiny organ. he’ll never understand how wonu doesn’t moan loudly like he always does, but then that would surely wake you up and ruin the treat they want to give you.

wonwoo slowly starts to thrust, hands sliding under mingyu’s sweatshirt to play with your tits. “what are you waiting for gyu? don’t you want a taste?”

he doesn’t need to be told twice, eagerly diving in to latch his mouth on your quivering cunt. mingyu groans lowly at the taste, messily licking you all over as well as wonu’s cock as he fucks it into you. a carnal squelching noise fills the room, and now both of your boys are just waiting for you to wake up.

your moans and whimpers grow louder the more they stimulate your soaking pussy. gyu looks up to see your eyelids twitching. he smirks into your cunt and pushes your legs open further as he keeps suckling on your quivering clit.

wonu notices you’re starting to stir and starts to fuck you a little harder, barely containing himself at the feeling of your tight cunt and mingyu’s tongue on him. he pinches your nipples and tugs on them, wanting so badly for you to wake up.

which you do. you’re gently pulled out of your sleep by an intense pleasure. your bleary eyes scan the room in an unfocused way, only to settle on the head of messy locks between your legs. blinking into reality, you realize warm hands are toying with your tits at the same time you feel a familiar cock stretching your open.

“nu. gyu.” you moan quietly, immediately grabbing the attention of your two bfs.

“hey, pretty.” wonu moans in your ear, still fucking your little pussy open.

“what were you dreaming about, princess?” gyu asks immediately, gently kissing your aching cunt. “us?”

you mewl softly, still delirious from your sleep and the mind-numbing pleasure the two gorgeous men you call yours are giving you. “always.”

“did you miss us, baby?”

you nod, turning to give wonwoo a heated kiss. his thrusts start to get rougher, but the ache is soothed by mingyu’s tongue. and although you love the sensation, you want something else.

“gyu.” you moan. “want a kiss.”

your large puppy bf doesn’t hesitate to give you exactly what you want. he moves from between your legs to shove his tongue in your mouth, letting you taste yourself. you moan into his mouth, tugging him closer to you.

as you pull away, you can’t help but feel proud at the dazed look on his face. slowly, you trail your hands down his muscular body until you have your hand wrapped around his aching cock. you pump it a few times, looking at mingyu through your eyelashes.

“want your cock, too.”

you hear both men groan, knowing that the night is only just getting started.

winona ryder as john spencer

INCOMINGGGGG🫶🏾I'm 100 percent holding you and your anons responsibility of Zeke being my man but I just know in the depths of my heart Zeke is a head board grabber and a fish hooker , slaps you in the face and hooks 3 fingers into the side of your mouth while he's putting his full big ass weight on you drilling you into the bed your legs are kicking out and you can't get a grip cause he has these forest green 100 percent satin sheets ( I see them so clearly in my minds eye) so your clawing at anything to get a grip but don't worry bc he also is a headlocker cradles your head/ neck in the crook of his arm which makes your eyes roll back bc Zeke is big asf and we don't appreciate his physical appearance NEARLY ENUFF , he's so nasty to you palms your forehead from the back with your mascara running just to spit down on you I think the best way to describe the way zeke fucks is primal ,, with all that said I sent this cause I love you cherry boo 💓

OH MY GODDDD!! babes I love you so much for this!! 💕🫶🏾 This is the type of filth I live for 😭😭😭 I have it made up in my mind that Zeke doesn’t do vanilla in the slightest. He be fucking like it’s tension. And the silk sheets? The same ones he makes you soak up every single time. He wants you to be so stuck on him that you won’t even think about anything expect that dick for like four days straight. Mind just blank, head empty. He has a huge size kink and loves tossing you around or impaling you as if you’re weightless. A habitual hair puller with no regard for how many times he fucks it up. Also, he’ll taunt you. Like he is so MEAN during sex 😭 “open that mouth, little slut. You always love when I spit in it. Like that?” And he’ll slap it after to make you close it. His breeding kink is crazy too (esp for a mf that shrivels up at the idea of kids). Primal is the perfect word to describe him!!!

KB, JUNJI Heather (Conan Gray Cover)

*FERAL SCREECH*

Episode 13 | “Don’t let go of my hand.” “Okay I won’t let you go.”

This was the sweetest shit I have ever laid my eyes on. They are just so perfect and lucky to have one another. The way that Sky looks at Prapai - with so much gentle reliance and trust, like he’s all that Sky has to keep him going, the air that he needs to breathe, the shelter from every bad storm. And Prapai looks at Sky like he’s the most precious, adorable thing he’s ever been blessed to have in his arms. How gentle Sky clutches Prapai’s hands and face. The boy is an absolute darling, and Prapai must have severe heart palpitations when Sky is so openly dependent on him like this.

Maybe you're out there with Darryl when you start getting sick. Maybe this is pre-prison, so being sick isn't terrifying, but it's still real shitty, and it's getting bad enough that it's hard to ignore it. But he sees that you're getting snappish--you're never snappish, not even when he tries to rile you up (because maybe he never really matured past adolescence, maybe he still feels like he needs to pull on the pigtails of the girls he likes). So he knows something's up, and when he gets back to your camp carrying a couple of squirrels, he drops a little yellow flower in your lap before sitting across from you to start skinning your dinner. You don't demand that he hand over one of the squirrels so you can take care of it, which would've been enough to make him sure that something was wrong. You just sit there, silent, and when he steals a glance at you from across the fire, he sees that you're holding the flower up and blinking your eyes too quick, too hard. He looks away, then, recognizing your need for privacy, and finishes dealing with the spoils of his hunt. He doesn't like how quiet you are. Usually, he's the first one to make fun of how you can't shut the hell up for five minutes, but he likes it. The silence that sinks into the camp makes him uneasy. Maybe your throat hurts. Maybe it's hard for you to breathe. Maybe there's just something about being sick in the middle of all this death, and it's stolen away some of your fire. He doesn't know much about shit like that. He watches you take a few bites of dinner with nothing more than a murmured thanks, and when he tries to get you to eat some more, he sees the way you weakly try to do as he asks. He's never cared about someone the way he cares about you. When you're both finished eating (nothing remaining but bones), he presses his canteen into your hands without a word, and tries not to gloat as you take a few sips. It's about all he can do out here. You try to tell him you'll take the first watch, like that's something he'd ever allow. You don't seem too surprised when he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. You don't fight him too hard when he pulls you closer with one hand and guides your head into his lap. You don't bother trying to pretend like you think he'd wake you up later so you could take the second watch. Instead, he feels your head grow heavy as you fall asleep on his legs there, and he watches the way your hand clutches that yellow flower.

This was just… my gods, it was beautiful and so needed. And spot on. My favorite flower is a yellow tulip. So I cried. This just the most wonderful, peaceful thing to imagine. It made me want to go to sleep imagining my pillow as his lap.

You’re just too good to me for this. Thank you for taking time out of your day to create this for me. If you’re not a writer, you should be.

I am screenshotting this and keeping it in my favorites so I can pull it up when I’m feeling unwell.

Thank you so so much. Just…thank you. 💙

YUZU YOU ARE SO LOVED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Whenever something good happens for me in my life I can draw a straight line back to somebody who was meant to be here tonight, but being a New Yorker means living in a reality that you are definitely not in control of, so... She's not in the room, but she's in my heart. Mary Beth Peil played my grams on Dawson's Creek. I was an emancipated minor when we met, I was 16 years old and I was totally alone. Mary Beth Peil was the first artist that I had ever met in my life. She didn't call herself that, but there was something different about her; it was the way that she asked questions, the way that she leaned into conversations and how excited she seemed for every moment of every day on our TV set. And I didn't know what this ineffable quality was, but I knew I wanted to pull my chair closer to hers. We started talking constantly; I learned that she was an opera singer, she was a Tony nominee, she was a mother, she crossed over from TV to film to theater like she was changing trains at rush hour, she could do anything. She lived an artist’s life, she was brimming and bursting with energy and she showed me that creativity was more than a mere profession and all of this vitality was miraculously turned in my direction, her smiling face was looking at me, and she called me her girl. She told me stories about this place, New York fucking City, and she said it was somewhere that I could go and I could build a life. She said that I should try doing theater. I started reading plays and talking to her about them and she urged me on, ‘Yes, yes! That's wonderful, my girl. You should do that. you should try that!’ I wasn't an artist, or a mother, I wasn't even a high school graduate. Honestly, I was barely even a Michelle, I had just gotten people to stop calling me Shelly. But now I was Mary Beth's girl, and that made me a somebody. So I'm grateful for this honor because it allows me to look backwards in time and realize that I couldn't have played Wendy Carroll, or Randi Chandler, or Marilyn, or Gwen, or Mitzi Fabelman without having first played Jen Lindley. I wouldn't have known how to handle being Steven Spielberg's mother without having been Mary Beth's granddaughter. So thank you Mary Beth and thank you Gotham Awards for this.”

MICHELLE WILLIAMS ACCEPTS THE PERFORMER TRIBUTE AT THE 2022 GOTHAM AWARDS

Absolutely no one asked but here's my headcannon for nerd!shua x cheerleader!yn's first I love you to each other:

You and Josh have had a fight, the biggest one you've had since you started officially dating, though you had been seeing and getting to know each other for a good while before then under the pretense of being a casual hook up. Maybe it started off as something small, but whatever it was that started the fight, it escalated and words were thrown, feelings were hurt and you stormed out of his appartment that you were steadily becoming more and more familiar with.

Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad had you run off, slamming the front door in your wake (Mingyu had always said that you had a terrible temper), but after chasing the nerd of your dreams and finally getting him where you want him, maybe you were feeling a little tired of the constant chasing. Maybe, for once, you wanted him to be the one that chased you, wanted him to make you feel special, feel wanted, feel like you were worth being more than a good fuck or a pretty face. Sure, there was no reason for you to be insecure, especially when Josh has done nothing but shown you that he's very much attracted to you, but there's still that little voice in the back of your head that says he's just like everyone else, that he doesn't see past the external beauty, that he doesn't actually care for who you are beyond the hot cheerleader with a hot body, that maybe, just maybe, if he actually gave a damn about you and your relationship that he wouldn't have given up so easily, that he'd fight to keep you around. But he didn't. So here you are. And that's where you guys are at the moment.

It's almost like a scene from a movie, it's absolutely pouring outside, the air is chilly, it's a dark winter evening. Nothing in the day has gone right and it seems like the weather is reflecting that. At first, you're bitter. You're angry that even after everything, Josh still maintains his cold and stoic persona. You thought that maybe you had started to chip away at the cold exterior he always puts up, but the second things started going south, it was like all the work you had done to get Josh to open up to you was undone in an instant. Your first instinct is to be angry and lash out. Despite having left his appartment hours ago, it's like you can't get the fight out of your system, throwing (soft!! And non breakable let's be responsible guys) things around and screaming into your empty apartment, doing anything you can get rid yourself of that burning, that itch that seems to fill your entire being.

After the anger comes the sadness, the loneliness. You begin to doubt, yet again. Was it your fault? Was there something that you did to cause it? Were you just not good enough? The self-loathing, the self-deprication, it all fills you up all at once and you cry. You begin to spiral, wondering why every one of your relationships seems to end in a similar fashion, why no one has ever cared enough to stay. Josh certainly isn't your first boyfriend, and though you'd never admit it (not in that moment at least) there's a part of you that wished he would've been the last. You wallow in self pity for a bit, finally getting all the pent up emotions from the day's events out of your body, finally waiting for the release of acceptance and you to finally start moving on.

Except you never get there. Try as you might, you can't stop the gnawing feeling at your chest, the weight your feel on your shoulders, the way your left hand twitches, longing for something that feels suspiciously like Joshua's right one. Unlike past relationships, you're not able to move on, put on a brave face, keep your head held high and move on like you never even hurt in the first place. At first, you're confused. You've never had a problem moving on quickly and efficiently before, there's no reason for there to be a problem now. You try to convince yourself that this is just the same as it's always been, and that maybe you just need a bit more time this time. But not, there's that annoying little voice in the back of your head, saying 3 little words that absolutely terrifies you, telling you that you can't shake Joshua because he means more to you than the guys in the past, that your affections for him are no longer just teetering into unknown territory, that you've already jumped into the deep end.

You know yourself better than anyone, and that's precisely why you know the budding feelings you have for your the cute nerd from your calculus class are more than just a simple crush. You know what you're feeling goes beyond that, that once you started dating and he started playing the part of the doting boyfriend, that you were a goner, completely at his mercy. You knew, and despite all of it, you were okay with it. You were okay with being vulnerable, with being weak, with having all your cards on the table because for him, you'd do just about anything.

It hits you that the morning might've been your last time to ever hug Joshua, to ever kiss him, to see that brilliant smile of his directed at you. You swallow, a lump in your throat that never seems to get any better no matter how much water or tea you've had. There's a heaviness that weighs down on you, and you know it's not just the blanket you have wrapped around you. It's the inexplicable feeling of a loss that makes the room heavy, makes your head hurt and makes you feel like you're drowning. You've lost the person that's made you the happiest you've ever been, and for what? Because of some stupid fight that you can't even remember the cause of?

With that, you stand because no, you won't let this be the end of things and no, for once, you're not going to just move on and let go. Joshua means something to you dammit, and you're going to make sure that if this is really the end, you've done everything in your power to at least try to fix things and make things better.

Marching your way to the door, you pull it open just to find the exact person you were looking to hunt down, a raised fist to knock and a shocked expression on his face. He's soaked, seeming to not care about bringing an umbrella on his walk from his appartment. Even in the dim light of your appartment hallway, you can see that his face is blotchy and red, his eyes swollen and irritated. Whatever turmoil you've put yourself through, he seems to have had a similar experience. Wordlessly, you open the door just a bit wider, stepping back to let him in. He walks in, but doesn't walk far, opting to simply turn and look at you, a desperate pleading look in his eyes.

There's silence for a moment, nothing but the weight of the tension between you. He takes a shaky breath and you can barely hear the words "I'm sorry" and "I love you" leave his lips before you're pouncing on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips together in a desperate attempt to convey all your feelings into on action. He kisses you back with the same ferocity, pulling you tight against his body as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go for just a second.

When you break for air, he rests his forehead on yours, taking your presence in. You manage to choke out an "I love you too" in the middle of your crying, clinging to him tightly, loving the familiarity and comfort that comes with his scent, his touch. He hushes you, pulling you into another kiss again. You still have a lot to talk about and work through, but you suddenly feel a million times lighter, knowing that everything is gonna be okay again.

Oops I realize I kinda just ,,, threw this at you but this idea has been kind of eating away at my brain for a while and I feel like I needed to just get it out of my brain LOOOL