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#( &&. sugar and spice; everything nice - musings. )

tapril - sex

Who is on top? - Tate, but occasionally he’ll switch things up and flip it.

Who is the one to instigate things? - It’s probably pretty even.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Some days you can’t get them to leave the bedroom, other times it’s a quickie whilst they’re on break.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - I feel like sometimes it’s just a case of whoever comes first, other times they’ll keep going until they’re both happy.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (Kinda hard not to be with a wolf, Tate was gentle at first but April assured him she can handle it.)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. (They’re actually almost sickeningly cute in public at times.)

#( &&. you are my anchor; keep me grounded - tapril. )#( &&. shouldn't; couldn't; wouldn't - memes. )

sona-and-friends

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!

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lenoredauphine:

misslydiaamartin:

Send a PAIRING (can be a “real” ship or not) and TOPIC, and I have to answer who does what!

General:

How long will they last? -

How quickly did/will they fall in love? -

How was their first kiss? -

Wedding:

Who proposed? -

Who is the best man/men? -

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? -

Who did the most planning? -

Who stressed the most? -

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -

Sex:

Who is on top? -

Who is the one to instigate things? -

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? -

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? -

How many children will they adopt? -

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -

Who is the stricter parent? -

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? -

Who is the more loved parent? -

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

Who cried the most at graduation? -

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? -

Who is the most picky in their food choice? -

Who does the grocery shopping? -

How often do they bake desserts? -

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? -

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? -

Who is more likely to suggest going out? -

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? -

Chores:

Who cleans the room? -

Who is really against chores? -

Who cleans up after the pets? -

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? -

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? -

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? -

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? -

Who takes the dog out for a walk? -

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? -

What are their goals for the relationship? -

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? -

Who plays the most pranks? -

ask

freydom:

“Probably not missing that much, honestly. And I mean yeah, sure, you’ll probably be a trainwreck for a bit, but you get better at it.”

( “Oh god, I can’t even face my fear of the basement in my apartment building - and that’s were the laundry room is - so I doubt I’ll be facing my fear of public speaking anytime soon.” )

#( &&. godfrey - 001. )

freydom:

“It’s a thing they tell you in like, weird business classes taught by old people who don’t listen to the words that come out of their mouths.” Godfrey grinned at her. “Did you never have to take a speech class?”

( “I’ve never had the pleasure of sitting through one of those kind of classes, clearly. Oh - no. Speeches and public speaking are not my thing. That’d be like watching the worst play ever written. No, no.” )

#( &&. godfrey - 001. )

freydom:

“I mean, that is the phrase.” Godfrey said with a wry smile. “I understood you, it’s cool.”

( “Right. Of course. Of course you did, because that’s a normal thing that people say. -- And this is exactly why I cannot and should not be put in front of investors expected to convince them to fund my dream.” )

#( &&. godfrey - 001. )

freydom:

“Mm, you’ve got me there.” Godfrey said, awkwardly scratching his head. “And I mean, have you tried yet? There’s a shitload of money in this town, you might be able to come up with a strong enough sell to get some of them to invest in it.”

( “I’m not all that great at selling myself - I mean my idea’s... not myself. I don’t sell myself. Oh gosh -- I’m going to stop talking now.“ )

#( &&. godfrey - 001. )

freydom:

Godfrey shrugged. “I mean. You can always leave. ‘S what I did.” He said it like it had been so easy. And as if he was so sure he’d done the right thing. “You can’t find anyone to invest in you?”

( “I did. But just like you - it seems - I ended up back here anyway.” ) Sure, it hadn’t necessarily been her choice to leave in the first place, and even though at this point she really wish she hadn’t - there had been a silent call that had pulled her back to Red Creek whilst she had been gone. One she couldn’t ignore. ( “Well, I mean - I haven’t really been looking for investors? Not really sure many people want to potentially sink their money in bakeries these days.” )

#( &&. godfrey - 001. )

freydom:

Godfrey raised his eyebrows. It had almost slipped his mind about the council discouraging visitors, not to mention just the overall reputation of the town. “Almost forgot about how… Special this place was.” He said with a grimace.

( “Lucky for you. For most of us it’s pretty hard to forget.” ) April gave a little sigh, but forced a smile on her face. ( “Anyway - it’s not like it matters anyhow. I definitely don’t have the money to even consider opening my own place yet; if ever.” )

#( &&. godfrey - 001. )

jeremiahxainsworth:

“ – I think we should start off with your missing sister and then move our way up. Probably leave the whole ruined relationship for last, after all those don’t tend to be that important. We all know that in this town everyone ends up with them eventually.” He commented as he stopped himself from telling her that she didn’t have to fake it in front of him, he had to learn to let people be who they were going to be.

( “Oh - wait, you’re serious?” ) April wasn’t really used to talking about herself, or her problems. She was usually the one others unloaded on and it felt weird being the topic of conversation, she wasn’t really sure how to start. ( “Oh, uh - well she went missing four years ago - well, she’s actually presumed dead but my dad never believed that and I guess that’s what killed him in the end. -- You really believe that? Like as if it’s fate or ‘meant to be’, or whatever?” )

#( &&. jeremiah - 001. )

freydom:

“Sounds like there’ll be camera crews setting up shop in a week for a reality show. Just promise that you won’t let them cut cupcakes into fourths with a knife and fork.”

( “Oh I doubt that very much. If Red Creeks reputation doesn’t keep them away, the council certainly would! Can’t have that much press around here, someone might notice something they shouldn’t - or find themselves in something they shouldn’t. -- But, for the record, you will find no knives nor forks in my establishment. Ever.” )

#( &&. godfrey - 001. )

estebanxjuanes:

“Ah, so you are just doing a plan right now? You want to get married when you’re twenty? Don’t you think that is a bit young? I mean 30s seems to be reasonable, a bit too early for me but tends to be the norm – considering you would have a job and somewhat of a pension and healthcare – you know?”

( “Well, sort of. It’s nothing official, like nothings actually written in stone or anything like that. Well, seens as I’m way past twenty now... no, but I wanted to get married by the time I was twenty-five... which clearly isn’t going to happen. So maybe thirty is more realistic.” )

#( &&. juanes - 001. )

tate-emersxn:

“And look where it got you.” Where is got us. Tate couldn’t work out whether he was still more hurt over her leaving him, or whether it bothered him more over the fact that she thought this would be more than enough for him to accept it all completely. “You made a choice while you weren’t thinking rationally.” Something Tate knew more than most as that kind of regret lived within his very bones, “Now you have to deal with it and you’re struggling.” It wasn’t fair of him — not in the least, but in the time she’d left, he’d had plenty of opportunity to grow bitter. It went hand in hand with anger; hand in hand with all those that had ever had everyone they knew turn their back on them. “And I wanted you. But you didn’t stop to think about that, did you? You didn’t stop to think that I didn’t care whether you had your fucking legs or not. You cared about what you didn’t have and that’s fine – that’s totally fucking fine April, but I don’t need you to make choices for me or for my good. Not then and I sure as hell don’t need a repeat of it now that you’ve got your legs back. You left, you don’t get to decide when the right time to come back is, if ever..” She didn’t get to do this — she didn’t get to get everything she wanted back and think that this was all it would take for him to forgive her. He hadn’t expected it, the weight that slammed into his chest as she fought the tears that she couldn’t hold back, she was a weakness – a vulnerability that he would have proudly held onto, a piece of him that granted him the kind of stability that he’d always known he’d needed, but he’d not give in that easy. Not with the harsh reality of how she’d left him now so raw. “I’m sorry too —- but that doesn’t change anything. That doesn’t fix anything.”

His tone wasn’t spiteful or harsh, but the words had been bitter. ‘Look where it got you.’ Like a knife to the heart that one hurt, look where it had got her. Standing on his doorstep ready to get down on her knee’s and beg for forgiveness, holding back tears that threatened to drown her, feeling her heart breaking all over again - though, had it ever really healed or was it just like reopening an old wound? Everything he said was the truth, and she couldn’t deny it - couldn’t argue against it, so she remained silent. Except for a stray sniff meant to contain a sob. ( “You’re right, of course you are - and nothing I say will ever take that back. I loved you - I still love you - and I’d of done anything to see you happy, I just never considered that maybe you’d have been happy with me; with or without the ability to walk...” ) She pushed the cake tin out, towards him - hoping he’d actually take it this time. It was meant as a peace treaty, but now they felt more like an apology and if he turned them away again she wasn’t sure what she’d do. ( “I hope one day you’ll allow me the chance to explain why I left, but until then please know it had nothing to do with you. I know this doesn’t fix anything and I wish saying I’m sorry could - because I’d say it everyday for the rest of my life if that’s what it took. I love you, Tate - always have, always will, nothing will change that.” )

#( &&. tate - 001. )

tate-emersxn:

“You didn’t get to make that choice for me.” He snapped, a deep growl that he hated was used on her set the tone in his throat as he case an incredulous look down at her. Tate had always been a relatively selfish being; he’d never made any apologies for it but he’d been more than prepared to do whatever necessary to stay with her. Because he’d needed her and he sure as hell made sure she knew it, unlike her. “What are you doing?” It was perhaps not a completely straightforward question, not in terms of why she was here now, in front of him telling him everything he would have liked to hear months before hand, all while completely forgoing any audible apology. “What makes you think that this is okay? If you were in that chair, and you hadn’t kicked me out I’d have done anything possible to stay with you, anything to make sure that you still had a life that you could have wanted. But you decided to make decisions like that without me.” And now this was where they stood. “You did all of this,” he gestured to her — walking, happy and alive, “Without me.” What might have likely been the most difficult moment in her life and she was willing to do it all her own, which granted he could admire — but it screamed how much or how little she’d needed him. “None of this matters. You’re sorry right? That’s what this is? Your idea of an apology.”

April flinched, she couldn’t help it. It was a knee-jerk reaction to anyone raising their voice, always had been. ( “I know that now. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was thinking selfishly, thinking I was thinking unselfishly.” ) She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make sense in her own head of what she’d just said. Frustrated with herself, she gripped the cake tin tightly feeling the thin metal start to warp under her tiny hands. She thought she’d been doing the right thing, thought she’d been setting him free from a miserable life of looking after her, she’d never expect to walk again - so in her mind she’d never thought about the possibility of having to apologize for throwing him away like she did. Blinking up at his question, she could feel the tears burning behind her eyes. ( “I know you would have, but I didn’t want that for you. You deserved better than that - I wanted you to live, not just survive with me.” ) She was trying not to choke on the overwhelming need to sob. April had never really considered that maybe Tate had needed her, never considered that maybe he’d of been happy to stay. She’d been too busy wallowing in self-pity. She’d never considered herself a selfish person before, and though she’d though she was doing it for him - maybe she’d only been thinking about herself. ( “I did this for you.” ) She muttered, feeling about two feet tall under his gaze in that moment, flattened under the weight of her guilt. She had wanted to remain somewhat composed, she hadn’t wanted to cry in front of him - hadn’t wanted him to think the waterworks were part of some kind of show to get him to forgive her, but yet they came anyway. Hot tears burned tracks down her cheeks and all she could do was nod. ( “Tate... I am sorry.” )

#( &&. tate - 001. )

tate-emersxn:

It felt wrong, being around her and being so fucking conflicted. Torn between walking away because Tate had never really learnt to deal with people and their issues, let alone his own; choosing to rather leave them behind almost entirely. And between reaching for her like he had for so long since she left. Plagued by his own anger and affinity for violence, she’d been an anchor that had quelled everything about him that he hated so much and to have it – her – close enough to relieve his fingertips of a tension that he’d never been able to shake against skin he remembered to be the softest he’d ever known. “In your head.” He noted lightly, digging his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he looked away from her almost too easily. “Because in my head, you needed people in your life that gave a shit about you, and you did — but you left me.” Wouldn’t it usually be the other way around? Those that thought being with someone forced into a wheelchair would hypothetically speaking, be the one to leave – yet he’d held no intention of doing so. April had made that choice for him. “Leaving had everything to do with me when you decided to leave without me, April.”

He stuck around, that was a start. He hadn’t nodded and walked away like she’d half expected him to do. Tate was willing to listen, or at least needed to hear a reason to silence something within himself - whatever it was, April was just thankful that he had stayed. ( “I did. I needed people Tate, I needed you, and I’ve never needed anyone before. I’ve always been the one they needed, not the other way round. I raised my brother, I picked up my dad when he was too drunk to function. I was needed and I know how that feels.” ) The cupcakes were starting to feel like dead weights in her hands, and continued to stare at the swirled frosting as if the right words were written in the pink sugary peaks. ( “It doesn’t matter how much you love someone, when they rely on you for everything - you start to resent them. Being in that chair... if you’d of stayed... you’d have ended up doing everything for me. I didn’t want you to resent me - and I know it sounds stupid because instead I made you hate me, but at the time... like I said: in my head in made sense.” ) April forced herself to look up then, shaking her head in silent denial of his assumption. ( “No. Tate - leaving was a family thing. A long and complicated family thing. It just all came at the wrong time, and I wasn’t about to drag you down that rabbit hole... I should have said something; I know. Looking back that was another mistake - but I didn’t leave because of you.” )

#( &&. tate - 001. )

jeremiahxainsworth:

Catching up was something he was working on, he knew he had to work on it. With Callista and the other ginger gone from his life, he was aware of how limited he was to people he actually liked and cared for. Not to mention his interaction with Clark hadn’t gone any better than he had imagined. “What are you up to? – catch me up on the life of April”

( “Where would you like to start? With the relationship I ruined, the death of my father, my missing sister - or the brother than ran off will my life savings?” ) She asked, hitting the key points of what had happened to her over the last few months and ending with a smile that might have fooled him into believing she’d predicted it was going to rain candy floss.

#( &&. jeremiah - 001. )

estebanxjuanes:

“ – You’re really going to get this business off the ground, aren’t you? So starting up a business, is that a thing you’ve been wanting to do?”

( Well... sure. One day. It’s all just a dream right now though. A business plan. It was supposed to be part of my five year plan when I turned twenty, along with getting married, having at least a kid and buying a house but I’m starting to think I’m going to have to make it a ten year plan, or maybe even a fifteen year plan...” )

#( &&. juanes - 001. )

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