Today’s episode of YOI was BEYOND AMAZING. This is it guys, it’s a real beautiful relationship - not just some random fanservice. I honestly can’t wait for the next episode to see blushing Yuri~~ ahh my heart…
there’ll be flowers on the other side of the garden wall
Summary: “I miss how we used to go sailing,” says Henry, over his much-erased algebra notes, sitting in the booth at Granny’s.
Killian pushes the plate of fries towards him even though he’d won most of them in dice, anyway. “Me too.”
“Maybe – after things?” asks Henry, and Killian smiles, sort of tired and sort of gentle and looking for the very first time since Henry’s known him, his age.
“I’d love nothing more.”
(Henry doesn’t say: I miss my mom. He thinks that’s just widely understood.)
someone please yell at me i promised myself i wouldnt slip into ouat hell and yet, here i am, attempting to cathart the Ache in my soul that followed 5x02 and beyond. there’s like. no discernible timeline because i personally have no idea how the time thing is working on the show rn, and i dont know if everyone’s in character, and did u know 300 year old piratey english is SO hard to write, but. here. we are. anyways, i love henry mills,
starts slowly, innocuously, slipping into his daily routine as though it’s
the most natural thing in the world. There’s Grandma and Gramps and baby Neal,
who take the time now more than ever to give out hugs, warm and strong and
grounding. There’s his mom, Regina’s tense jaw softening only when she looks at
him, and there’s even Robin sometimes, clapping him on the shoulder, strong
fingers squeezing just slightly in a gesture of solidarity.
Henry starts slipping into the seat
beside Killian’s on impulse.
He’s not sure why – well, he’s sort
of sure why, but the original impulse, after everything, after the two of them
fetch Emma from the tower, after the alternate universe where everything’s
wrong but maybe one or two things are the same, after Merlin’s pen has chosen
him and after his mom vanishes into a swirling vortex of darkness and after they fall back into Storybrooke with no
memories and after Emma’s hard, cold, pale face sneering at them –
She’s his mother but she isn’t,
it’s not her, and Henry starts slipping into the seat beside
Killian’s whenever they happen to be in the same room.
Usually it’s Granny’s, if he’s
honest; not just the family meeting spot but also the only place that sells
decent onion rings and Henry finds himself there more often than not, even when
they’re not convening to discuss the latest Catastrophe that’s struck town.
Henry doesn’t like to think about
the fact that the latest Catastrophe is his mom, so he grabs his onion rings
and grabs the newspaper and doesn’t think about exactly what’s making him do
this, and slips into the booth. Into the seat beside Killian’s.
“As snow fell outside the window, a couple cuddled up tightly at the couch in front of the TV. Despite the blazing gust of snow outside and the decrease of temperature, they seem to be having lots of fun”
-Omega couples arguing somewhat often but never having really serious fights because as soon as one of them realizes that the other is really upset, they shift into mothering mode and immediately start trying to make their mate feel better
-When Alpha couples argue it’s always a very loud and intimidating thing where they are both trying to make the other submit to them and most of the time it ends with the winner of the argument fucking and marking up the other because they feel the need to completely assert their dominance
-Beta couples arguing less than other same dynamic couples because they generally share a very close bond and find it difficult to do or say anything that could harm that bond
-Omega couples being insanely cuddly all the time and often enjoying cuddles just much as they enjoy sex, if not a little more so
-Male Omega couples always alternating on who gets to top, unless the couple has clear preferences on who takes on which role
-Alpha couples most often low-key arguing about who gets to top, wrestling around as a form of foreplay until one has the other pinned and impatient enough to agree to bottom
-Cute little Omega couples sharing all their clothes and often purposefully wearing each other’s sweaters just to stay close to their mate’s scent when they are apart
-Omega couples doing each others hair and makeup and filing each other’s nails and being so content to be able to tend to each other even in simple ways
-One Alpha getting sick and being too proud and stubborn to willingly allow another Alpha to take care of them, but their mate is also too stubborn to just allow them to suffer alone so they try to take care of them anyway. Attempting to feed them soup and impatiently trying to sweet talk them into taking their medicine because they know they can’t demand it without their sick mate becoming more resistant. And despite how frustrating they know it is for their mate to not allow them to care for them, they will be just as difficult when they inevitably get sick as well and it’s the others turn to play nurse
-Beta couples that enjoy people watching in crowded places and using their heightened sense of smell to try and figure out what people are feeling and then making up funny stories about them to make each other laugh
-An Omega couple hanging out with an Alpha couple and the Alphas low-key keeping an out to make sure no other Alphas try bothering their friends, and the Omegas knowing that their presence will keep other Omegas from approaching and flirting with the Alphas and making everyone uncomfortable. So it’s a really beneficial friendship for everyone involved
-When one Alpha is in rut the other willingly takes on the submissive role because despite having the urge to be the dominant one, they know exactly what the other is going through and they want to make things as easy for their mate as possible
-A kinky Omega couple whose heats have synced up so they hire an Alpha from an agency to “assist” them during their heat and happily take turns watching the other be fucked and knotted
Okay, so, you know how i stated how Iwaizumi might have been going through something… I believe Oikawa has been going through some stuff too. He shouldnt have been scared when Iwa came up. So what if while Iwaizumi was staying locked up, Oikawa was trying to help and comfort him, and finally Iwaizumi opend the door and harmed Oikawa in some sort of way. Either phisically of verbally.
It was 3:00 am in the morning and it was freezing cold. It was nearing winter in your South Korea and you were having a love-hate relationship with the weather. The sky is twinkling with thousands of stars. It was as if they were twinkling just to praise the moon. Although the cold breeze is nipping at your nose, you continued to stay with Zen to admire the view on his apartment complex with a beer in hand.
You both were sitting down on a thick blanket, talking about random stuff in your life. You talked about his past and upcoming projects, the RFA, aliens, and the people who lived in tall buildings.
“Can you imagine who is living in that room?” you pointed to a window where the lights are still on.
“Hmm,” Zen started. “I imagine a teenage boy pounding meat.”
“Zen!” you laughed. He chuckled a bit and drank a bit of his beer. “I’m kidding.” He said.
“Yeah. I know.” you replied with a giggle. “But, I imagine the person is either lonely or in love.” You sigh. Zen chuckled again. “MC, you’re so poetic.”
You rolled your eyes. “Says you. You’re an actor, i’m reminding you in case you forgot.” A cold whiff of air suddenly came. You pulled your coat tighter around you and shivered. Zen noticed this, taking your hand in his. “Do you wanna go inside my room? It’s getting a lot colder.” You intertwined your fingers. “I would love that.”
A moan escaped your lips while Zen is kissing your neck. His hands are caressing your clothed back. “You’re so beautiful.” He said, still kissing your neck. Your coat was discarded long ago along with Zen’s shirt and coat. You felt his lips linger on your neck before he pulled away.
He laid you down his bed and kissed your lips. You can taste the beer that he drank before but that didn’t bother you a bit. You grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to get more friction between you two. Zen groaned. He pulled away to catch his breath but it was quickly taken away when he looked at you. God, you were so beautiful. You looked like an angel. Your hair was disheveled and your lips were parted as you were catching your breath too.
Zen took a hold of your sweater and took it off you. He kissed down your breasts, stomach, and he finally reached your jeans when you stopped him. He was confused.
“We should stop here,” You sat up and hugged your knees, looking down onto his sheets.
“Why?” He asked.
“You know why, Zen.” You looked up at him.
“Does he really take care of you?” He asked. “W-what?” You stammered.
“You heard me, MC.” He looked straight into your eye. You didn’t reply. You just stared at his eyes. He already knew the answer. You both sat in silence for a few minutes until he spoke up again. “MC, let me fill his shoes, please.” He started. “I can love you better than he does. Hell, I can do whatever you want, MC. I know he’s been neglecting you for work.” He came closer to you. “Please just let me.”
You looked at him and opened your mouth to say something but before you could you were cut off by your phone ringing. You grabbed it from the nightstand and looked at the caller id. “It’s him,” you told Zen. He shut his mouth immediately.
After a few rings you answered the call. A deep voice greeted you. “I’m sorry for calling you so late, MC.” Jumin said. “I wanted to hear your voice since I was busy the whole day. I also want to tell you something.”
“Oh. That’s fine.” you said while looking at Zen.
“How was your day?” Jumin asked. “It was boring. I just stayed home.” You answered. “What is it that you want to say to me?”
“Come to my penthouse tomorrow. We’re spending the whole day together since all of my work has been taken care of.” Jumin replied. “Sure.” you answered. “I’m about to sleep now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
never wears matching socks. Like, even when it’s actually more convenient to grab socks that match, he won’t. “It’s a point of pride now”, he’ll say, with a shrug.
he loves Sour Patch Kids. So much. Whenever Jack’s there while a convenience store is being robbed, she always grabs Ray some Sour Patch Kids
half the time he’s on his DS (which is all the damn time) he’s not even really doing anything, he’s just found that it’s advantageous to him to have people think he’s not listening to conversations
he’s just a giant fucking cat, seriously. Lounges around on the couches all the time, and if you’re on one of them you’d better expect to have a small Puerto Rican draped halfway over you because that’s what will happen
he’s cold all the time, and never goes anywhere without a jacket on his shoulders, even during the hottest parts of the summer (although, when it’s above 90 degrees he’s been known to take his jacket off while outside, but he still takes one everywhere)
declares himself to be an open book (“I’m Puerto Rican, man, we’re not all that complicated”) but everything he does, from choosing not to drink to his carefully cultivated appearance of apathy, is a guard. And it doesn’t work, not really, not in this Crew, but it doesn’t mean he can’t try, and it’s not the way Ryan does it, keeping everything out until one day they just know him, all of him, because Ray, for as long as he could, only showed the parts of himself that he explicitly allowed to be shared.
He’s the best sniper they’ve got, the best Los Santos has got, but the kid’s wicked with a butterfly knife, too. He never uses one if he can help it, but he never quite loses the skill either.
he’s the first one to complain and run away at any sign of Crew Game Night (unless it’s video games, in which case “prepare to be slaughtered”). He usually hides on the roof.
There isn’t a person on Earth with any money at all that eats worse than Ray Narvaez Jr. It amazes Gavin, impresses Michael, and both confuses and terrifies Ryan. Besides special occasions like Christmas or birthdays, not one Crew member can recall him eating a vegetable. He thinks it’s hilarious, especially because he’s still the smallest member of the Crew
Gavin and him are no longer allowed on missions together alone. Michael and Gavin are more dangerous, but Ray is easily bored and Gavin has no impulse control, meaning half the time they don’t do anything they’re supposed to and usually go for ice cream and mayhem instead
steals Ryan’s face paint all the time. Usually ends up making butterflies on his face or painting dicks and various renditions of “420 Blaze” on Gavin’s wall.
he’s pretty bad about showing genuine affection for people- he jokes with them and knows them really well, but it’s hard for him to show that he loves them sometimes. Which they know, and understand, and so the times when he does (through gifts or little smiles or a pat on the back) are special to the whole Crew.
Geoff once walked in on him watching The Real Housewives of Orange County and the look on both of their faces is not one easy to forget. Ray couldn’t look him in the eyes for a week, and made him swear on his life not to tell anyone about this ever please Geoff I’m ruined especially don’t tell Gavin and Michael or I’ll never leave my room again
He loves Aladdin and absolutely despises Snow White.
he hates lobster, a lot. They think he might be afraid of it. None of them are sure. None of them really want to ask.
becomes the biggest pissbaby in the world when he’s sick. Everyone (Ryan) is forced to take care of him, and he needs like seven layers on and chicken noodle soup at all times. Jack usually babysits him when others (Ryan) can’t, and she, unlike others (Ryan), is much more willing to do it.
when he trips on something, usually he just does a somersault on the ground, exclaims “parkour”, and keeps moving like that was his plan all along
he never gets homesick, exactly; he grew up in a one-room apartment with a single mother who worked two jobs. But he misses some of those days: the ones where his mom wouldn’t work and they’d build a fort and stay in it all day, where he’d visit his abuela and she’d cook him all kinds of food. Those days, he gets pretty quiet, stays mostly in his room until someone (Jack or Michael, usually) gets through to him.
he’s the last person in the world you’d expect to know anything about sports (he doesn’t give a shit about football and thought Jack was kidding when she told him that yes, lacrosse is real), and yet he’s oddly passionate about the University of New Mexico’s women’s volleyball team.
He has every line of The Bee Movie memorized. Every. Damn. Line.