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( @tate-emersxn )

There had been a grin on his face, a proud one at that when Emmett thought the ball had gone in, flying by Tate with no shot in hell of the other one actually catching it; then his eyes fucking saw it. “How the fuck is that possible?” Emmett almost demanded as he stared in what could only be described as awe —- hopefully Tate didn’t exactly notice. “Seriously! Every. damn. time. What am I doing wrong?”

The laugh that rippled through his form grew to mirror the smug look on his face as the ball sat comfortably in his hand, the slight sting of catching it burnt brightly as he shook it off. The sharpened sense of shock from the other wolf already more than he’d expected it to be as he moved out of the goal. “You’re not doing jack wrong, you’re just gonna have to try a little harder than that to get by me.” Never mind the fact that Tate was quicker and much more in tune with his senses to know well before the ball go to him, where it would go. “Come on, you jump in there, I’ll show you.”

#( x . emmett )

@bcnniex

“It wasn’t a big deal, don’t look at me like that.” It’d been second nature for him, to lash out before he ever thought twice about it. He’d never seen much point in it, even less so once he’d first shifted; what was there to worry about when everything would heal within the day? Other than, of course, beating someone to death. Tate only figured he’d deal with those consequences later, if it ever happened. “You got frozen peas or something?” He gestured to his eye socket, “This things gonna swell like a bitch before it heals.”

#( x . bonnie )

@raccoonah

“Do you ever think about or even hear the shit you say? Or does it all just spew out too quickly for you to comprehend?” He asked curiously, the genuinely light tone of his voice a clear indication of his amusement after listening to the shifter talk for what felt like hours. “Did you even breathe? I swear I didn’t hear you take a single breath.”

#( x . jonah )#what bitch

michaeltrevinosource

Michael Trevino as Tyler Lockwood in The Vampire Diaries

tapril - wedding

Who proposed? - Tate, he waited for a very long time to do it

Who is the best man/men? - Wren and Jonah

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Caitlyn

Who did the most planning? - April did, he let her do whatever she wanted

Who stressed the most? - April. Tate spent most nights rubbing her back or playing with her hair to help her relax

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? - Nobody was specifically not invited, but it was small and intimate, some people just didn’t make the cut

@like-silver

#( x . april )#Anonymous

wrate + misc

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Tate

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Wren, he makes a joke about Tate doing it until Tate snaps and Wren has no choice

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Wren does for Halloween every year, and Tate hates it

What are their goals for the relationship? - Keep Jonah safe, put him in every bin.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Tate, nothing is worth getting up before 3pm

Who plays the most pranks? They stopped keeping score years ago@wrxn

#( x . wren )#Anonymous

Tapril - children

How many children will they have naturally? - Three

How many children will they adopt? - Probably another two, April can’t help herself and he can’t say no to her

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - April, Tate dodges the job as often as he can with his enhanced sense of smell it’s a bad idea

Who is the stricter parent? - April

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

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - April, but Tate will usually pull them out of school to go get pizza instead

Who is the more loved parent? - Tate

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? April, but Tate tags along to scare off the kids that try bullying theirs

Who cried the most at graduation? - Apri

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - April, Tate’s probably already in trouble for something and wouldn’t be taken seriously enough to step foot in the station@like-silver

#( x . april )#Anonymous

Tethan + sex

Who is on top? - Tate

Who is the one to instigate things? - Tate, usually

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? - Depends on how busy Ethan is that day, Tate can make it work either way

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - One and done usually works fine, unless they’ve got time for another round

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.

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.@finetaine

#( x . ethan )#Anonymous

haileexsparks:

“I think you would be the type to try. That is my honest humble opinion. Really? So who decided it was a dog eat dog world? Oh wow – is that an insult?”

“Well..-- I mean, it’s probably not far from the truth. I’d give it a damn good shot. The dogs did, clearly. Keeps shit interesting. Could be, what with that sparking personality of yours.”

#( x . hailee )

o-fee-lia:

( “Smart move. Actually somewhat looks like a house and not a hovel around here now.” ) Ophelia wiggled around on the couch for a moment, before swinging her legs up and making herself comfortable. ( “Yeah, why not? I’m probably the only one that’ll put up with your mood swings for longer than a week…” )

“Oh that’s exactly what I was aiming for. Less hovelly.” He watched her carefully, for as much as he’d liked Ophelia, he didn’t really trust her -- or anyone for that matter. “That’s fucking rich coming from you. People love me in comparison, but nice try. Spare room is yours until you decide to skip town again.”

#( x . ophelia )

like-silver:

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.” )

“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.”

#( x . april )

like-silver:

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.” )

“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.”

#( x . april )

like-silver:

( “Oh - uh… you never said anything.” ) April looked down at the cupcakes, the same sweet treat she’d made him for months - had he really not liked them; or was he just saying that because hw as hurt? Even though she’d been expecting it, his cold acceptance of her gesture cut her deeper than she wanted to admit. The guilt ate away at her from the inside out, her legs felt like jelly and she really wasn’t sure how she hadn’t thrown up from nerves yet. ( “Right. I mean - I don’t want to get this over with quickly… actually, this part I do - but not this. I know I have a lot of explaining to do, and I don’t blame you if you don’t want to hear what I have to say - I don’t - but I really wish you would because I made a mistake, and I know I hurt you, and I know I was an awful person to you - and that’s not me, you know it’s not - but I … in my head… I was trying to do the right thing and then I was hiding from my shame - but leaving had nothing to do with you… and I’m rambling…” ) Maybe she had thrown up after all, metaphorical word vomit all over him.

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.”

#( x . april )

like-silver:

@tate-emersxn

( “My grams always said, that if you had something to say to someone that’s likely going to hurt always take something sweet with you to soften the blow. – I’m not sure if that advice counts in this situation… but cupcakes?” )

She would show up like this; cupcakes in hand as if leaving in the first place had been nothing more than a misunderstanding. “I’ve never really been into cupcakes.” At least not until he’d met her. A lot of things had changed when he’d met her --- and had gone right back to how they’d been previously when she’d broken up with him when he’d done nothing but help -- and then left town. “You might wanna’ get this over quickly.”

#( x . april )#no thanks

wrxn:

“You’re always the one that’s telling me to quit picking on him. One or the other, bud. He’s still being thrown in a trash can, I don’t care what you say.”

“Throwing him in the trash can and making him guinea pig are two totally different things. He could probably literally turn into a guinea pig if he wanted to. Like it’s that big of a deal.”

#( x . wren )

finetaine:

“You had no problem playing booty call ten minutes ago when you were inside me.” Ethan noted, taking a seat on the bed and leaning against the headboard. “I understand, you want my undivided attention, you can’t stand the thought of me being distracted.” He spoke teasingly, eyes still glued to his phone as he attempted to put out whatever fire was raging on at home. “Luckily for you I may be able to handle things without depriving you of your second go around, but if you expect me to start leaving home without my lifeline, you better make it worth it.”

“That was ten minutes ago, it’s in the past, hakuna mah-whoha.” He waved it off, completely unphased by being a booty call in the slightest. “Don’t make me out to be some clingy white boy, it’s fuckin’ offensive and I just might have to get a new number.” Tate stretched as he rolled from the bed, snagging a pair of loose fitting shorts from the floor. “Is it a honey we shrunk the annoying little sister or is someone on fire?” He realized all too late what he’d said, and though he felt guilt flip over in his stomach, he played it off with a laugh waiting to see how Ethan might react. “That’s your life line? You’re a twenty first century witch and your lifeline is your phone? I’m not even going to question that. If it wasn’t worth it would you really be concerned about a rain check on round two?”

#( x . ethan )

“finetaine:

“Looks like we’re going to have to cancel round two, there’s an emergency back at Château de Fontaine. I swear this family’d be lost without me. Rain check?” @tate-emersxn

“Don’t you have a sister to deal with all that shit? Maybe I’m done with playing booty call, Fontaine.” He snickered reaching for his own phone. “Next time leave that damn thing at the Château and invest in a pager instead, you know I get fucking antsy without round two.”

#( x . ethan )#i cant believe

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