Kensei Muguruma

“Yes sir”

He quickly moved to heat up the water that was needed, making sure to keep silent in his process. Reaching into the pocket of his sleeve, he pulled out a small box containing a special type of tea that he had created using green tea leaves, and a mix that would create a peach flavor within. 

Once the tea was made, he poured a cup and handed the Captain a cup. 

“There is more if you enjoy the flavor. If you did not have anything that I could help with I could leave you alone again. I had not meant to bother you when you were so busy, Captain”

           He had mindlessly taken the cup. A single sip traveling between his lips and down into his throat. Took a mere second to recognize the flavor. [ ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜᴇs ] And he found that to be rather unique. He liked it. Was a surprise because only Shuhei knew how to prepare tea to his Captain’s exact liking. Maybe this sudden interruption wasn’t all bad after all. He’d let it go.

           Eyes peered up at the blonde.

           ♞ ┊ ‘ It’s fine. At least you made yourself υѕєfυƖ.  ’ 

           His tone, not the nicest perhaps, but his comment remained true. Kensei was appreciative of the tea. Helped warm up his spirits for the rest of this damn paperwork. He didn’t know what was taking his Lieutenant so damn long, but while this other was here offering, he might as well take advantage.

“Awesome.”

“Babe—”

“Because.”

“Breathe.”

“Clever.”

“Come.”

“Cool.”

“Damn.”

“Don’t.”

“Fuck.”

“Glorious.”

“Go.”

“Good.”

“Her.”

“Here.”

“Hey.”

“Him.”

“How?”

“I’m—”

“Leave.”

“Me.”

“Please.”

“Rad.”

“Ready?”

“Remember?”

“Shit.”

“Sleep.”

“Sorry.”

“Stop.”

“Sweet.”

“Talk.”

“Thanks.”

“Them.”

“Wait.”

“Walk.”

“What?”

“When?”

“Where?”

“Why?”

Szayel wasn’t the only Granz obsessed with perfection. The only difference was their objects of their obsessions. Yylfordt had always had to bake for his brother, Szayel never knew how to take care of himself….so he had to perfect his dishes to make something even the mad Scientist would put away his beaker for. 

Adapted from this post. 

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba—goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.