#bickering squabbling etc

[scoobydoodean]

I love him

[novelbear]

some more silly squabbles and arguments for your otp to get into

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

"i didn't buy these coasters for nothing! use them."

getting annoyed when they decide to wash dishes right when the other gets in the shower, making their water cold unexpectedly

"do we seriously need all these lights on?" "uhhh, yeah."

"turn your music down. i can hear it blasting through your headphones, that's dangerous." "oh, it'll be fine..."

arguments over the way the heater/air conditioning temp is set

when they figure out they do laundry veryy differently (like whether or not they separate colors/whites, how they fold, how often laundry is done, etc.)

one setting off the smoke alarm somehow everytime they cook something (this actually happens in my house save me)

^ "it's got to be something you're doing! because when i cook, this doesn't happen!" "i'm telling you, it's sensitive! broken! something!"

"don't set the air conditioning too cool. you just got out of the shower, you're going to make yourself sick." "oh my god i'll be fine."

^ then they argue and bicker more so when they do end up getting sick like their partner said.

"where did you put all the spoons?" "in the drawer to the left." "why would you do that."

one taking too hot of showers, leaving the bathroom steamy and little to no hot water left.

"do you realize you slam like every door that you close?"

being shocked that they eat something in a peculiar way (like the whole how to eat a kitkat debate)

"oh my god, please don't take another water bottle out until you finish the last. i'm finding them everywhere."

"look, i don't know what you're doing and i don't think i want to, but clean the mirrors."

[jjkamochoso]

Helooo sorry to barge in!

I was hoping maybe you do a creation of one of Kaiju no 9 of making humans but he left her thinking she's a waste of creation.

The JAKDF found her though she was dead (inside a pod that contains some water and oxygen mask for humans to breathe)

Then the container suddenly opens and Hoshina out of reflex catches fem reader.

These might be time consuming so sorry about that but you can take your time of wanting to do this but even if you ignore it I don't mind. Ok! Thankyouuu for your time!!🤝🏻✨✨✨

Hello and welcome to my blog!! Thanks so much for this request, this is such a cool idea!! I’m sorry it took so long but I very much appreciate your patience😁🫶 I hope you love this!!

Too Cute to Be a Kaiju

Angst, Fluff

Soshiro Hoshina x f! reader

Warnings: description of medical paraphernalia (oxygen masks, tubing attached to body, etc.)

You felt… incredible. Invincible, even. Of course, that was after the excruciating pain that had been inflicted upon you for the past who knows how long. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt sunshine on your skin or what a breath of fresh air tasted like, but you also couldn’t remember what it was like to feel so powerful.

And then everything went black.

Kaiju No. 9 had been quiet for the past month.

Too quiet.

Soshiro Hoshina frowned at the news, or lack thereof, being reported to him about No. 9’s whereabouts by a soldier tasked with the unfortunate job of being at the brunt of the JAKDF’s finest’s frustrations.

“…and there was nothing to report there either. Our operations team did report a sudden spike in fortitude levels near an abandoned cave, but the excavation team didn’t make note of any evidence of No. 9 having been there-”

“Hold on. Where was that?” Soshiro interrupted, his bored expression turned immediately interested.

“Where was what, sir?” the solider replied, the shake of nerves overtaking her voice.

“The spike in fortitude levels. Where was that at?”

“At… at a cave, sir,” she swallowed thickly.

Soshiro fought the urge to grab her by the collar and shake the answer out of her, instead choosing to grin sarcastically.

“I got that part. Any idea which one?”

“Um…” She flipped through the pages of reports in her hands with fervor. “Here, sir.”

He took the paper from her outstretched hand. A singular red dot stood out on the black and white map, its location just outside Third Division’s city boundaries.

Thanking her, he handed it back. “Did anyone follow up on this irregularity?”

She shook her head no and Soshiro’s eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s all. Thank you.”

“But the report, sir, I’m not done-”

“Are there any sightings of 9 in there?”

“No sir.”

He shrugged. “Then I’m good. I’m releasing you from report reading duty to go do something more worthwhile.”

The soldier, albeit confused, saluted him and walked out of his office. Rubbing his face with his hands, Soshiro took in a breath.

Looks like I’m going spelunking.

A few days, tons of arguing with higher ups, and plenty of paperwork later, the vice captain of the Third Division found himself facing the depths of a cave on the coast outside Tokyo. He was allotted two soldiers to go with him in case something went awry, both of which were currently arguing over who had to enter the suspicious looking cave first. While they were occupied with each other, Soshiro pulled out his tablet and began to measure fortitude levels in the surrounding area. For several minutes, the reading stayed at zero, signaling that nothing of concern was residing there.

Maybe it was a fluke.

Without warning, the fortitude level readings pulsed with numbers fluctuating between 1.4 and 7.6. Soshiro’s eyes blitzed away from the screen and began to scan for an immediate threat, yet he found none. As quick as it began, the levels went back down to zero.

“Have you two stopped bickering and figured out which one of you is heading in there first?” Soshiro addressed the squabbling soldiers.

“Since you’re in charge, sir, we think you should,” one of them said after a moment’s pause, causing the other to nod along eagerly. Soshiro sighed and entered into the depths, his fingers itching for the safety of his blades.

The cave was like a labyrinth; it would be a feat for Soshiro’s small team to be able to retrace their steps to the entrance when they were done exploring. Keeping an eye on the fortitude readings, there was no change while walking the first few miles of the underground tunnel. All of a sudden, like before, the tablet alerted Soshiro to readings ranging from 3.3 to 8.5. He pressed on, his soldiers cowering behind their vice captain like scared children. The pathway of the cave started to narrow and Soshiro felt his heart pound with unease. Before long, he was struggling to fit through the tunnel. With the little light he had emanating from his flashlight, he saw that the tunnel has been damaged by some sort of explosion, leading the walls to cave in on themselves.

As if someone—or something—had been trying to hide what they were up to.

There’s something here. I know it.

With one final squeeze over fallen rocks, Soshiro and his team were rewarded with a change of view. They had come upon a wide open space, with stalagmites gracing the surrounding areas. Sticky air permeated this part of the cave and Soshiro’s lungs struggled to work in the thick atmosphere.

“What is this place?” piped up a squeaky voice.

“We’re here to find that out,” murmured Soshiro, his flashlight lighting up the walls to gain a sense of his surroundings. “Take a look around and report back if you find something.”

“I found something!” yelped the other solider, his flashlight quivering, casting moving shadows on the…

The…

What exactly was that?

Soshiro inched closer, wanting to investigate. There was no way that was what he thought it was. As he moved in and realized what he saw, his eyes widened in shock. Standing tall in the middle of the cave was a giant tube filled with some sort of liquid. Floating inside the tube was a woman, a thin white gown covering her body and an oxygen mask covering her mouth. There were various small tubes and cords running off of her, but nothing seemed to be in working order.

She couldn’t be the source of the wavering fortitude levels…

Could she?

Against better judgement, Soshiro approached the tube. This discovery, no matter what it was, was going to be extremely important. It didn’t matter if this was a breakthrough for the JAKDF or just the local police force.

He was going to get her out of here.

“Is she a Kaiju, sir?” asked the soldier who found the woman first.

“I don’t see how she could be,” replied Soshiro, circling the tube, “but this is very strange.”

“She’s too cute to be a Kaiju,” remarked the other soldier and Soshiro glared at him, the soldier now averting his eyes in embarrassment.

Soshiro studied the woman for a good while, his hand clasped under his chin in thought. She must be dead since there was no way she could’ve survived down there with no food or water, suspended in water like that.

“What happened to you, hm? Were you experimented on by some sort of freak?” Soshiro wondered aloud. His tablet alerted him to a change in fortitude levels but he had no time to check it.

The pod burst opened.

Without even having to think about it, Soshiro caught the woman’s body with ease as she was flung out of the now opened pod door, water pouring out and soaking the both of them. Soshiro was thoroughly confused by what brought that on, but he had barely a moment to think before the woman’s eyes fluttered open and his tablet recorded no more instances of rising fortitude levels.

“Are you alright?” he asked, still holding her close to his chest.

“I… don’t know,” you croaked out, your voice rusty from disuse.

“Shh, don’t hurt yourself. I’ve got you, okay?” Soshiro reassured you, his firm grip a comfort on your aching arms. You didn’t seem like a Kaiju, going off of your looks, but there was no way you were 100% human. Your skin was much too cold for you to not be shivering, nor was it pruny from being suspended in water for who knows how long.

“Hey, dumb and dumber. Disconnect her from the tube, would ya?”

The soldiers, frozen in surprise at the alive woman in front of them, broke out of their stupor and pulled at the cords, unplugging you from your container.

“What’s your name, darling?” asked Soshiro, trying his best to keep a calm demeanor to get you to talk.

“I… I don’t…”

Your head felt like it was splitting in two. All of your memories were hazy. You couldn’t remember your real name, where you were from, or how you got down there in the first place. The only thing that was clear in your mind were the experiments done on you and a sinister voice calling you disobedient and a waste of creation. You didn’t want to think about your past anymore—you wanted to focus on the present, with the soft touch of a handsome man quelling your worries like you never had them to begin with. This man, who was holding you with such fondness, too much for a stranger like you, you thought, was making your chest pound like your heart would burst through at any time.

“Hey, it’s alright. Don’t stress over it. We’ll get you out of here and cleaned up, okay?”

The man gestured at who you assumed were his team. You didn’t care to look at them; you couldn’t take your eyes off the man with the bowl cut.

He looked very familiar.

“You… I know you…” you declared, staring into his bright purple irises, trying to place where you knew him from.

“Do you? I’m on the news a lot, you know.”

He flashed you a smile, his fangs barely peeking over his lips, but it was enough for the memory to come rushing in faster than the water rushed out of your pod. You flung yourself out of his grasp like his skin had burnt your own, putting a fair amount of distance between the two of you.

“Vice Captain Hoshina,” you called out, your breathing heavy as you grappled between restraining yourself and giving into your monstrous urges, “I was going to be sent to kill you.”

Soshiro only raised his eyebrows at your words, seemingly not worried about anything of what you just told him. He sauntered over to you without a care in the world, his goofy grin still plastered on his face.

That’s too bad. She really is cute.

Taglist: @kana-daydreams

[alittlebitofloveliness]

In defence of Steve Randle

Listen guys, Steve Randle gets a lot of hate in this fandom and as much as it pains me, it's valid. Everyone has their own interpretation of the source material, and fandom is supposed to be fun, so it is absolutely valid and ok to hate or love any character you want. You can hate Steve for many reasons or for no reason at all! This is fandom! That's ok! The story is for you interpret and love and play with and hate on to your hearts content. HOWEVER, to say that Steve Randle isn't an important character to the novel is simply not true, and to say that he hates Ponyboy requires ignoring or downplaying some pretty key moments of the book. This is especially true for those of you who love Dally but hate Steve, because Steve gets a lot of hate for being kind of a dickhead (which lbr, a lot of seventeen years old are, especially to their friend's little siblings) while Dally gets less for doing a lot worse (harassing Cherry, jumping kids, etc). This isn't to say that either character is better- they're both great, nuanced characters who have done bad things, but the fandoms attitudes towards them when they share a lot of characteristics is really telling. Even Ponyboy's narration about them is pretty similar- Pony doesn't particularly like Steve, and he was canonically scared of Dally, but they're both members of his gang and he doesn't hate either of them. You don't have to like Steve as a character, just like you don't have to like Dally or Darry or Tim Shepard or even Ponyboy, but he is important- and he doesn't hate Ponyboy, nor does Ponyboy hate him.

A really important moment in the book is when Ponyboy and Johnny defend Dally after he harasses Cherry and Marcia.

"Dally's okay," Johnny said defensively, and I nodded. You take up for your buddies, no matter what they do. When you're a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don't stickup for them, stick together, make like brothers, it isn't a gang any more. It's a pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering pack like the Socs in their social clubs or the street gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber."

This line here is super important. Pony and Johnny were willing to defend Dally after he sexually harrassed Cherry and Marcia- soc girls who they clearly liked and were intimidated by- in the name of being a good friend, because that is what's important to them and their gang. If they're willing to do it in this context for Dally, you'd best believe they'd do the same for Steve, and him for them. Steve can and will rag on Ponyboy within the gang, but he'd never dream of bad mouthing him to anyone else. Dependability is important to the gang, and Steve would never publicly shit talk Pony, and vice verca. Regardless of their squabbles within the gang, at the end of the day they've got each others backs. They're buddies. We see evidence of this at the end of the book, when Pony grabs the bottle and threatens the socs with it.

"You really would have used that bottle, wouldn't you?" Two-Bit had been watching from the storedoorway. "Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn't need to. You'd have really cut them up, huh?"

The important thing here is that along with Two-bit, Steve was backing Ponyboy, no questions asked. Sure most of it boils down to Pony being a member of the gang and that deep rooted loyalty to one another, but the context for this scene is that Ponyboy was sitting on Steve's car waiting for Steve and Two to stop flirting with some girls. The three of them were hanging out- without Darry, without Sodapop. It's their school lunch break. We know Ponyboy has middle class friend's at school, or that he could've spent time in the school library. It was a deliberate choice to hang out with Two and Steve. He wasn't forced into it. Canonically, Steve and Ponyboy hang out. Never alone, but they're decent enough friends to hang out together in a group. Doesn't everyone have friends like that? I do. This isn't the only textual instance either where they hang out without the entire gang being present. Early on, Pony offhandedly mentions that sometimes Steve and Soda will buy him pop and teach him about cars if he hangs around the DX.

"I had walked down to the DX station to get a bottle of pop and to see Steve and Soda, because they'll always buy me a couple of bottles and let me help work on the cars."

He could've just said Soda's name here but he didn't. Steve buys Pony pepsi and teaches him about cars, even though he gets annoyed with him when Soda invites him to hang around with them too often. And honestly, who wouldn't? I'd be annoyed if my best friend always invited her little brother along with us, even if I liked the kid. Wouldn't you?

Now, we do need to address the elephant in the room. I'm talking of course, about this quote;

"I'd never tell Soda, because he really likes Steve a lot, but sometimes I can't stand Steve Randle. I mean it. Sometimes I hate him."

I feel like very often people forget the context this quote comes from, and so it's magnitude is blown way out of proportion. Ponyboy has just been jumped and then immediately scolded by his brother who constantly makes him feel foolish and unwanted. He's already scared, embarassed, and defensive and then Steve goes and makes him feel even more unwanted. Of course he wants to lash out. Of COURSE he feels like he hates Steve in that moment. I did even reading it. But Ponyboy doesn't truly hate Steve. This moment is PEAK fourteen year old having a rough night energy, it's not truly representative of Steve as a character or of Ponyboy's feelings towards him. In truth, Steve actually kind of likes Ponyboy and is at very least protective over him. This is evidence by the previous quotes, but also when Ponyboy comes back from Windrixville, and is worried about the state placing him in foster care;

"'No, [Ponyboy said] 'they ain't goin' to put us in a boys' home.' 'Don't worry about it,' Steve said, cocksure that he and Sodapop could handle anything that came up. 'They don't do things like that to heroes.'"

It's subtle, and not immediately obvious to the traumatized fourteen year old who is used to Steve's cocky nature, but this is both a reassurance and a very bold claim. Not only is Steve trying to look out for Ponyboy the way the rest of the gang models- by treating him like a kid, letting the 'adults' worry about grown up issues in a misguided attempt to protect Pony- he is also throwing in his lot to make sure nothing does happen. Based on this quote and the rest of Steve's characterization throughout the book its not hard to infer that Steve would fight tooth and nail to make sure Ponyboy stays safe with his family. Sure, part of it is gang loyalty, part of it is his devotion to soda, but part of it is because he and Ponyboy are buddies in their own right, no matter how much they fight. They are friends- and Steve is an incredibly important character for many reasons, but particularly to add depth to Pony's character, to the bond between the Curtis gang, and to highlight how the Curtis gang differs from the other gangs in Tulsa. Steve is just as much an outsider as the rest of the gang, and it's disingenuous to say otherwise no matter how much you may hate him as a character.

[seahagart]

More Ulfur Content!!!!

I love him, sweet wolf!!! What class is he?!? Does he fight?!??? What does he look like compared to his mom???

Is he a half HALF orc?!?!?

Úlfur!!!!

He is a ranger! He used the tracking skills his mom taught him and expanded on it, being able to make his way back near the mountain they used to live on. He eventually gets a wolf companion. He uses a long bow and is an excellent, silent, hunter/tracker.

He sure wants to fight! He’s kinda hasty but also baby. He hardens his heart in the time he’s separated to his mom, from age 8-12, trying to be strong so he can find her, so when they’re reunited he has like 4 years of emotions to process, and many many many tears to cry. He likes to act tough, but he is a mamas boy and runs to her when he’s spooked/hurt himself by tripping etc.

I’m workring on a full color piece of Úlfur as we speak :)

Is he half half orc…. Hmmm… I kinda thought his dad would be another half orc, but tbh now that you mention it I should figure out who his dad was. He was probably big, bearded, also bear like, used to throwing his weight around, perhaps a bit cocky/over confident which resulted in him getting stuck at the top of the mountain and that’s how he met Drífa. The two had been aware of each other, she kept and eye on him and disliked his presence, he probably tried to sneak up on her, thinking she stealing his kills, only for her to stand up and tower over him and be like ‘You think I need this excuse of a meal?’ And they got into a brief squabble before she told him to leave and he didn’t, he got stuck, and then almost froze, only for her to stumble upon him, and kinda was like ‘this is what you get for disrespecting the mountain…’ and gave him what she caught befor nodding for him to get out, only for him to follow her tracks with his tail between his legs begging for shelter. It was… a situation. Tempers flared, he learned humility, she learned how to share and not distrust people, they bickered and fought, also had nice moments, eventually there was a blizzard even though it was meant to be almost spring, it was cold, he went out to chop the wood so she wouldn’t have to, then snuggled together to keep warm, probably argued more, and…. When spring thawed he thanked her, and went on his way, swearing he’d never go up a frozen mountain again. That was that! Úlfur was born that winter, and Drífa was very happy.

He’s not relevant, I doubt they’d even meet again etc. in my mind Úlfur never quite gets to the size of Drífa, he’s a lil leaner and shorter, but is still bulky. Drífa tries to best to fatten him up.

Time to figure out what dad looks like 🤔

[yeona-blackpink]

SHIPS

#INSIDE

BLACKPINK

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐_________ ׂׂ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･.**

JISOO

TYPE - PLATONIC

LABEL - MOTHER DAUGTER

•Istg Jisoo cares soo much for her

○Jisoo's favorite child

●Is always trying to avoid scolding her

○Literally made to Be a Mother lol

●Dalgom's favorite too

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔

Yeona's contact name : 아기 👶 (baby 👶)

Jisoo's contact name : 어머니 지수 💕 (Mother Jisoo 💕)

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°⋆.ೃ

JENNIE

TYPE - PLATONIC

LABEL - FRENEMIES

○Always bickering but it's their love language

●Hated each other at first

○During Jennie's solo mv shooting, she was there to look after her and cheer her.

●No matter how bad they squabble they know how bad they love each other

○both are labeled as savages of the group

.ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐.ೃ

Yeona's contact name : 아기년✨️🥰 (Baby bitch✨️🥰)

Jennie's contact name : 언니 개년아😈🥺 (unnie bitch 😈🥺)

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐✧･ﾟ:

ROSÉ

TYPE - PLATONIC

LABEL - LITERAL SIBLINGS

●The foodies share clothes

○Often argues about petty stuff (like you can see them arguing at 3 am over who gets the last spoon of ice cream they were sneak-eating)

●For some unknown reason Yeona always find some way to tickle the living life out of her

○You can randomly hear them singing (scarily)

●They have a lot of late night deep talks

*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Yeona's contact name : 내 영혼 누나❤️‍🩹 (My soul sis ❤️‍🩹)

Rosé's contact name : 내 영혼의 자매💖 (My soul sister 💖)

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°┊┊

LISA

TYPE - PLATONIC

LABEL - SOULMATES

○Literally attached at the hip

●Often scream randomly (they say it's stress relieving)

○Always sending memes, edits etc to each other

●Twin Dance covers [chef's kiss]

○Ice cream dates & alcohol parties

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Yeona's contact name : The Criminal 🖕🏻💕😘

Lisa's contact name : Partner in crime 🖕🏻🤡❤😍

✨️Bye✨️

[pokecare]

youre in paldea? does that mean you have experience with the deino line?

i have a deino who i think is getting close to evolving, but ive only just worked out how to properly take care of her even with just One head... do you have any advice for looking after a zweilous, for when she evolves?

dragon types are a lot to handle! whenever i see one at my daycare i know i'm in for a full day.

Zweilous is quite a handful - the two heads will squabble a lot, especially over food, so it's important that both heads feel equally paid attention to. feed with two bowls, water with two bowls, play with two toys at a time, etc. it will not be happy to share.

tennis balls or chewy toys are good for them since each head will focus on biting its toy instead of bickering with its other head. playing with zweilous will help, as will LOTS of exercise, because they'll be much less likely to fight once they're all tired out.

it may feel like the pokemon you got to know as a deino will be gone, but even though zweilous fights with itself, the pokemon as a whole still loves you. the good news is once she evolves into hydreigon, she'll return to being more like the deino you're used to since everything will unify and your pokemon will return to having one brain.

the deino line is particularly prone to aggression issues (which is why so many of its pokedex entries talk about how it only thinks about fighting and destruction) so it's very important to give the line proper training as well as an outlet for all its energy. you can give it big things like spare tires to chew on and toss around! a tired dragon is a happy dragon.

[corrodeheavenn]

Team Dreamix was created to be a sort of rival team to our favorite detectives, Team Chaotix! Only Avarice is an actual detective, but Chime and Toxic can end up involved in a case for any number of reasons. Or in reverse, Avarice can end up roped into whatever shenanigans Chime and/or Toxic have gotten themselves into this time.

Avarice the Raccoon - Avarice isn't very competitive at all. He enjoys a good debate or battle of wits, but whether he wins or loses doesn't matter to him. Sore losers tend to annoy him. As the Speed Type of Team Dreamix, he rivals Espio. Espio thinks Avarice is arrogant (pot vs kettle), prideful, a know-it-all, and just an all around bastard. Espio's constantly trying to outsmart or win arguments against Avarice, which he always seems to fall short of, which can feed into repressed feelings of inferiority. Avarice isn't oblivious, not completely anyway. He can recognize Espio dislikes him, but isn't sure why. But he thinks ignoring it and just being very polite to him, showing Espio he has no malicious intentions, etc. will fix it. (Spoiler: It doesn't.) Avarice actually wants to be Espio's friend, as he views him as an equal and someone he deeply respects. Avarice even feels like the two of them are kindred spirits! He isn't sure why Espio dislikes him, and it upsets him. They have an enemies to lovers, slow burn that is, in fact, the SLOWEST FUCKING BURN IMAGINABLE!!! SOMEONE SEND HELP!!!

Chime the Fox - Chime loves a good friendly competition! She gets super excited and happy if she wins, but she'll be very congratulatory if she loses, too. Her enjoyment comes from playing the game rather than winning it. As the Power Type of Team Dreamix, she rivals Vector. Vector's a detective, Chime's illogical (to everyone but her). That's the basis for their rivalry! All of the skills a detective needs, Chime doesn't have. She's not skeptical or perceptive, she's morally grey at best, she's an action first, ask questions maybe sort of person. Chime's guilty of tampering with evidence, either because she's playing with the corpse, drawing hopscotch over the chalk outline, eating whatever the evidence is, and much more. What I'm saying is keep her FAR away from the crime scene! While Vector's an ace detective, despite all his silliness, Chime's probably the worst "detective" you can find. However, one thing they have in common, is their charisma! Vector's a chill guy who can get suspects to talk, he befriends his clients and makes sure their problems get solved, sure the cash reward is appreciated but it's not ABOUT that. Helping people is his top priority, even if he's broke at the end. Chime's the same way! She's sociable, makes friends instantly, and is eager to help said friends! (Don't ask what happens to not friends.) While not a good detective, she IS a good interrogator. People just trust her and want to be friends with her! She's got an infectious cheerfulness that easily lifts others spirits, so she's good at cheering people up or consoling them. Another thing her and Vector have in common!

Toxic the Porcupine - Toxic is easily the most competitive of Team Dreamix and he hates losing to others. Failure is part of the scientific process, but losing to someone else? Absolutely not. As the Flying (and Technique) Type of Team Dreamix that means he's beefing with a toddler. Toxic actually envies Charmy a lot because he's a bright, healthy kid full of dreams and ambitions which are fostered and supported by his found family and many friends. Toxic never had any of that as a kid, besides big dreams that pretty much everyone told him he'd never achieve in his life. So seeing a happy kid like Charmy reminds Toxic of his orphanage and all the associated bad memories. Not that he ever brings that up or takes it out on the kid! Mostly Charmy and Toxic squabble because Charmy likes making fun of him and Toxic's pride means he refuses to just ignore it. So they end up bickering a lot, like Toxic demanding respect and Charmy not giving it, or Charmy not understanding Toxic's high-tech invention and Toxic making fun of him for it. They end up with a dynamic not unlike siblings who're always at each other's throats. But because of Toxic's envy towards Charmy and him being the embodiment of everything Toxic lacked in his childhood (that being happiness and affection) Toxic is one of the first people to defend that childlike happiness and innocence.

Also, honorable mention to @lea-andres 's Team Cerberus! I also consider them Team Dreamix's rivals. We haven't talked about that really, but Avarice rivals Dinah, and I'll say Chime rivals Brutus while Toxic rivals Carlisle, due to their Sonic Heroes typing.

#9: Is your OC competitive? Do they have any rivals?

[scoobydoodean]

For @monstermoviedean <3

[certified-opinion-haver]

Evil Dead Rise

Director: Lee Cronin

Cast: Lily Sullivan, Alyssa Sutherland, Morgan Davies, Gabrielle Echols, Nell Fisher

Premise: After an earthquake opens a passage to an abandoned vault underneath Ellie's and her kid's apartment building, Ellie's son Danny uncovers an ancient book. At this same time Ellie's estranged sister Beth makes a surprise appearance and attempts to reconnect. Danny's curiosity get the better of him and he opens the ancient book. Now the family have to survive a night in hell.

Review: The Evil Dead franchise is one of the most iconic in horror cinema, the original trilogy revolved primarily around Ash Williams (Bruce Campbell) and his journey form everyman to hero, the necronomicon and the deadites served mainly to aid his journey, whilst they still made compelling antagonists they were firmly planted in the camp side of things. The 2013 reboot took things in an interesting direction, whilst keeping the plot and set-up mostly the same but with a new cast of characters, there was much bigger focus on the malicious evil of the forces that slowly possess the characters, whilst still taunting and mocking other characters they were instead far more malicious and upsetting.

This new focus is carried over perfectly into Evil Dead Rise, changing the primary location from a lonely cabin in the woods to a high rise city apartment was a curious choice that I initially met with doubt, but after seeing the film I now believe this was an absolutely inspired choice. As an audience, the franchise has already exhausted the creative possibilities of the lonely cabin so this change gives the filmmakers a whole new toy chest to play with. Every part of the location is used effectively throughout the story, everything from peepholes to ventilation systems.

The Evil Dead films are renowned for their blood and gore and this film is no different, whilst the gore and violence in Evil Dead 2013 is probably more gruesome I think the characters do an excellent job in making the violence far more impactful. Other than Ash (and to a lesser extent 2013's Mia) the series has never done a great job with creating interesting characters, essentially most of our casts have been college friends or acquaintances...or in Evil Dead 2's case paranormal researchers. The focus this time around on a family unit makes every scenario far more threatening, absolutely no characters feel like they're off limits to be torn to shreds. This violence doesn't feel gratuitous for the sake of it, these moments are well earned from the time spent with the family early on. Seeing them look out for each other, interact, bicker, squabble etc only makes the fateful moment Ellie (Alyssa Sutherland) gets possessed far more horrific.

On the topic of Ellie, Alyssa Sutherland's all out performance as the possessed mother is one of the best in the series. Capable of comedy and outright terror within a split second, she is absolutely the stand out performance. All of the performances are strong, especially those of the younger performances as some of the material they have to work with would be extremely challenging and they deliver it flawlessly.

The film also looks outstanding, the effects are beautifully implemented. Despite taking place in a small apartment building the film makes excellent use of the space provided, this is without even mentioning the films short prologue which does utilise some of the series more traditional woodland imagery and also delivers one of the best title drops I have ever seen.

This film is absolutely worth watching in a theatre, it's a tight 90 minutes and is absolutely cathartic, thrilling, horrifying, compelling and exciting. Obviously folks who don't deal well with horror, gore and malicious content should stay away, but for anyone else this is a must watch.

9/10

[misswoozi]

Funny mental image: Lisa and Yuta (jokingly) arguing over who gets Rosé on weekends 🎮

I kinda like the idea of Lisa and Yuta being the type of friends who argue/bicker over everything lmao what food they order, what shows they watch, etc. Just a little good ol fashioned Aries vs. Scorpio squabbles constantly 😂

[pitter-patter-esikars]

presidential alert!! the bros have come to flex at the local starbucks!

[astaroth1357]

The Brothers Have Been Multiplied!!!

Lucifer

Look. In his day-to-day life, Lucifer has always had to struggle with being one of, if not the only, capable person in the room. His brothers don't always try to help him and even if they do their help may just make things worse…

So this should be a dream come true right? Not only does he have competent help, they'll all also himself! Who better to trust his more difficult tasks to, right? Right??

Well… wrong. Unfortunately for as much as Lucifer is, there is one thing Lucifer and his clones just aren't… Good minions.

Complain as he might about his brothers, they know who's in charge. As it turns out five Lucifers in a room can only screw in a lightbulb after they agree on who's giving the orders and being the "original" means nothing at all!

Poor MC gets saddled with mediating the most confusing squabbles in their life between Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer, and OG Lucifer (the name dubbed to him by Levi)

So aside from this being a trainwreck for anyone not named Diavolo (who's thrilled to have so many Lucifers to talk to!), it's also a headache for himself too!

The next week is spent with Lucifer literally arguing with himself over who's doing what while the brothers all cower in their rooms to keep from incurring their wrath… Five angry Lucifers is a sentence for certain death, somebody hide Mammon…

Mammon

Lucifer's worst nightmare has been realized… Not only does he live in a world with one Mammon, now there's five! Five!!! Five Mammons!! The world isn't ready for this, no one is!

Of course, a pack of Mammons absolutely get into as much trouble as you think they would. The moment he realized there was more of him, the secondborn was already scheming up what kind of ploys he could pull off with five of himself...

Barbatos is upping the Castle security as we speak...

To his credit, you can't say that the Mammon-squad doesn't have hustle either. It may be either a blessing or a curse to go to five different stores and see a Mammon working there all at the same time, depending on your preference.

(Unfortunately for the brother and anyone with pickpocket-able wallets, it's mostly a curse).

Honestly, the biggest downside for poor MC is that they're all. so. clingy!!

If the MC wants even a minute to themselves, they'll be swatting away Mammon's like a swarm of mosquitos! Better learn an invisibility spell quick, or else their greedy companions will never, ever leave…

Leviathan 

Holy cow, it's a gamer's dream come true!! Screw underwhelming AI and goodbye unreliable party members, he has all the team he needs right here!! They should go national or even pro!!!

Ah yes, Levi was truly elated for like, a couple days over this development. Why shouldn't he be? Having a whole herd of himself was a blast!

They're all great at gaming, they like the same things, they dislike the same stuff, and (most importantly) he's not any better or worse than any one of them! There’s nothing to get jealous over, right?

Well slap a big fat wrong on that because there's one thing to always get jealous over and their name is MC!

MC could come home from class one day to find five Levi's all wanting them to do five different things and NO THEY'RE NOT SHARING-

Unfortunately for Levi, the poor guy is so prone to jealousy that he can't even cope with it when he's jealous of himself…

It is at least a little entertaining to watch a pile of otakus fight themselves, it's kind of like watching a deadly game of high-stakes LARP-ing. Just less imaginary spells and more giant sea monsters popping out of nowhere… Someone grab some sponges…

Satan

Which is more likely to rule the world, one Solomon or five Satans...?

Having five Satans around is kind of terrifying… Just one can scheme up a storm and cause a lot of damage so add on four others and you got a recipe for a bad time… 

If you're Lucifer, anyway.

In truth, the band of Satans are all about as independent as their original counterpart, so they don't often do things together as a group.

This can create a lot of deja vu scenarios where the MC will swear they've already passed by a Satan in the hallway… like three times.

Unfortunately they also get the urge for affection around the same time, so the MC may go a whole day without seeing them then suddenly get surrounded by needy and bickering Satans at all sides...

When the pack does work together, however, they're a well-oiled machine. Capable, logical, practical: basically everything the Lucfier-squad wish they could be without all the pesky pride in the way!

… until someone ticks them off and they become their own angry mob, but hey, still better than a pack of Mammons.

Asmodeus 

… We all know an orgy is happening right? Like, it may not be the first thing he thinks of, but it's on the list. He'd never pass up the chance to selfcest when possible. Never.

That being said, the Asmos actually get sick of each other surprisingly quickly… Only a few days in and they'll be squabbling like crazy!

Why you might ask? Well not for any particular character flaw or anything - it actually boils down to the clothes… and makeup… and face… and attitude... and-

Basically, how in Diavolo's Hell is he supposed to stand out as the world's most singularly beautiful creature if there are FOUR OTHERS that keep stealing his style?? It's a nightmare!!

It didn't take long for the Asmos to start trying to find their own, completely distinct identities like Goth Asmo, Sporty Asmo, Hipster Asmo, etc… All claiming to be WAY better than the original, of course.

As entertaining as it may be to see a bunch of Asmos go through an identity crisis, he wants them GONE and he wants them gone NOW!! He's blowing up Solomon's phone every hour of the day until it gets fixed so better sit tight for a while…

Beelzebub 

You know, this is actually one of those, "Worst Case Scenarios" that Lucifer and Dia drew up shortly after they had their Fall: what does one do with five Beels exactly...?

You can't possibly feed them all, at least not all at once… and letting any one get too hungry is asking for trouble.

Do you let them run through the city streets and chomp up its citizens like a game of Pacman? Scatter them to other realms and hope that they don't do a ton of damage? Pit them against each other in "There-Can-Only-Be-One"-style gladiatorial combat?? 

Well… there isn't really a good solution. Food is still a finite resource but the Beels TRY to be understanding and TRY not to push their luck at mealtime...

It has varying degrees of success, but hey, it's sweet that they're even trying...

Aside from the ever-present threat of being eaten out of House and realm, everybody kind of likes having so many Beels around. They're easy-going and helpful, which generally makes life easier for everyone and like… it's Beel. Who doesn't like hanging out with Beel?

The Beels even get along with each other so they regularly go to the gym and games together. Though it’s not super sportsmanly to switch out Beels between quarters in fangol, it's not technically against any rules either so the past few games have gone very well! (It's he'll, who even reads the rulebook anyway?)

Belphegor 

It actually took a little while to notice that there were even two Belphies, let alone five…

MC would walk into a room and see a Belphie sleeping on the couch. Perfectly normal.

Then, they'd go into another a few minutes later to see Belphie napping a chair… A little off, but still okay.

Well sure, but in the next room he's also apparently on the floor too and….

Wait a minute.

Turns out five Belphies is either a breeze to deal with or absolute hell and there's no in between.

If they're all asleep, things are fine. Just artfully pile them on top of each other like dead bodies in a stealth game and move on.

If they're awake, then there's just way too much Belphie! And they play off each other in just the worse ways… The Anti-Lucifer League has never been so active, much to his brother's dismay...

This can be mitigated slightly by pawning a few off on Beel (who is more than happy to mind his duplicated twin) but that solution doesn't work forever… 

Moreover, the MC can't sleep anywhere without them all gravitating towards them so even the shortest nap results in waking up under a dogpile of cow-men… It's a wonder they don't suffocate...

[movedtodykedvonte]

With Ethan mediating, do the Lords start getting along better? Not fighting as much, not berating each other over nothing all the time, etc?

They for sure get better.

I feel like Ethan really doesn’t like arguing or petty squabbles as he and Mia fought/fight pretty often and some petty arguments cost him limbs. I also imagine that’s kinda why he does “family” nights. It’s less “fun with my new mold children” and more “I’m trying to get them to be able to disagree or compete with out someone getting stabbed” at least at the beginning.

The lords also pick up on this and start fake acting like a loving family. It’s forced and awfully awkward at the beginning but Ethan prefers it to the bickering. Eventually it all becomes genuine though, as they realize it’s much better to be decent to each other than aggressive. Here are things they start doing once things get better:

Karl starts making walk ways with his metal abilities so Alcina’s girls can go out the house (like around the property)

Karl starts using Alcina’s title as he knows it is very important to her (he still says it’s stupid)

Donna tries to talk to and visit the other lords more rather than they stop by to her.

Angie is nicer, wrecks less things when visiting people and even uses her tea time manners more

Alcina complement the other lords more. It’s all comparisons to herself or her daughters bing great but it’s the thought!

Moreau was never really mean but he’s a lot more assertive. Speaks up in cases one of the other lords is picking on each other too often

Everyone is more protective of each other, like they can bully each other but if someone else tries to they are catch 2 hands, 2 claws, acid bile and metal trait to the face.

Random gifts like “I heard you are fond of these types of films Salvatore, no don’t hug me you’ll ruin my dress.” or “You’re dolls would be more sturdy if you used this type of wire for your dolls, Angie I don’t want a grimy tea cake.”

They are all better. They are siblings who only fist fight once a week.

[raineydays411]

The best of friends

Peter Parker x Stark! reader

A/n: Hello! So this time the reader is going to be black! If y’all wanna like...request for a reader to be an ethnicity or race you can, I’ll do my best to write for it 💕

Summary: Peter Parker is your best friend. In fact he’s one of your only friends. So it’s needless to say things get a little complicated when you fall in love with him and he’s in love with another girl. 

Warning ⚠️: Oblivious Peter, sad reader, love triangles

This fic was inspired by @cherrytholland and their silence series, YALL need to check it out!

You never had many friends. It’s alway been that way, ever since you remembered. 

Being a Stark meant that you were constantly in danger, especially after your dad became Iron Man. So you were homeschooled. It was pretty easy, ever since the Avengers moved in, Bruce and Tony took turns teaching you everything you needed to know. So there was no need for you to go to school.

But you were lonely. Yes, you were surrounded by the team, but they were all so much older than you. Wanda and Pietro were the only ones closest to your age not only were they still way older than you, they hated your dad for a long time so there was a small tension there. 

You spent time with your dad, hell he was your best friend, but a girl can only spend so much time with her father. Bruce was too scared to hang out with you. Steve treated you like a toddler. Sam and Bucky were fun to be with but then Steve will join and then they all act as if you’re a baby. Natasha is great to go to for advice but she rarely had time to talk with you, Clint was a whole father. And Thor, he was hardly on earth. 

That's when Peter Parker came into your life. He was the first person on the team who was your age. You and he quickly became friends, bonding over your shared interests in Star Wars and being the youngest in the Avengers HQ. 

When you first met him, you were really shy. As said before, you rarely had the chance to talk to anyone your age. If you did, it was most likely the child of another business owner at some fancy party. So becoming friends with Peter was definitely an experience. You remember the day you two became friends.

**Flashback**

You really weren’t expecting to meet Peter. Hell, you didn’t even know that he was supposed to be coming over. So,when you walked into the common room, wearing someone else’s tee shirt and a bonnet, you were shocked to see a boy next to your dad staring at you.

“Oh, Y/n! I may have forgotten to mention I was showing Peter around...” Tony said as he noticed you were sort of unprepared for a visitor.

“ yeah that would have been good to know” you say glaring at your father.

“Well then, Peter this is my daughter Y/n, Y/n this is Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man”

“H-hi! It’s nice to meet you!” Peter stuttered as he put out his hand. You smiled shyly as you took it

“It’s nice to meet you too” you said quietly, taking your hand back and looking at the floor. An awkward silence fell upon you three. Then Tony cleared his throat

“I’m gonna ignore that little awkward thing. Y/n!” He looks at you with a gleam in his eye, “Maybe you can show the kid around, it would be nice if you knew someone your age.”

“DAD!” You shout, embarrassed he basically set you up on a play date, “ I talk people my own age!”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “ Talking to those Gothamites during galas doesn’t count.”

“We follow each other on Instagram!”

“Wow, that’s the pinnacle of friendship.” Tony replied sarcastically, “ show the kid around.” 

You sigh as you turn to Peter, who was standing a few feet away awkwardly listening to you and your dad squabble.

“ Alright web head, let’s go”

He looks at Tony, slightly fearful. But Tony only smiles and says, “ Aw a nickname, see Peter she does like you.” Then walks away, leaving you two alone.

Flashback ends ****

Who knew that from that awkward interaction, a beautiful friendship would blossom??

From then on, you and Peter were practically attached by the hip. Every day after patrol, Peter would come over and hang out with you. Whether you’re watching movies, playing video games, or cranking the other Avengers, you and Peter could always be found together. He truly became your one best friend.

Until it became more.

The light hugs he’d give you when he first saw you started to linger, you both sat closer when you were watching movies (practically cuddling), he’d fall asleep on you lap when you stroked his hair.

All this but you both still held on to the notion that you just friends. Well, Peter did.

You were really unexperienced when it came to stuff like this.  This was the first time you ever had a friend, let alone have a crush. It was easier for you to ignore these intimate moments and cling onto the idea that it was just platonic. And you did, up until your dad had the wonderful idea to invite Peters class on a tour of the Tower.

At first you really didn’t have an opinion.

If anything, you were indifferent to the idea of your home being swarmed by teenagers. It didn’t help that Steve convinced your dad that you should be present during the tour. Claiming that “ it’d be good for her to meet more kids her age instead of just Peter.”

Honestly, you had other friends! They just lived in a different city and you rarely talked.

But there you were, standing beside Bucky as your dad went on about the compound and all the nerdy science stuff. You weren’t really paying attention, you had some AirPods in. It wasn’t until Bucky nudged you when you realized that your dad was calling you.

“ Come on up kiddo” he said giving you that Dad™️ stare.

You grin at him, then glare at Bucky as he snickers into his shoulder. You make your way up to where your dad is in the front of the crowd.

“ What am I supposed to be doing” you whisper to your dad. He rolls his eyes and whispers back “ Introduction and answer some questions”

You gulp, you were always good at public speaking . You were a Stark, of course you were. But introducing yourself to your fathers business partners and introducing yourself to your peers was two different things. You eyed the crowd trying to find Peter, you found him next to a chubby boy with an awestruck look on his face and a rather pretty girl who looked like she’d rather be anywhere but here. When you made eye contact with him, he smiled and threw you a thumbs up.

That simple gesture give you all the confidence you needed to introduce yourself

“ Hi, I’m Y/n Stark. I’m seventeen years old and I live here with my dad and the team. Obviously” you say, a slight smile on your face. “ I guess I have to answer questions. But I’m not sure cause I wasn’t paying attention”

The group laughs and a few hands raise, the questions are basic “ what’s it like living with avengers?” “ Where do you go to school?” “Are you single?” Etc etc. After answering, the rest of the team introduced themselves and then split the kids into groups for the tour. You looked for the group Peter was in, finally finding him in Sam and Bucky group. You sneak away from your fathers side and skip up behind the duo. You watch them bicker over where to take their group.

“ What about the gym ?” You say, startling the two men.

“Jesus!!” “Shit!!”

You laugh, watching them dramatically clench their chest. “You’d think as highly trained soldiers you’d be more aware of your surroundings.”

“ haha.” Sam says, “ just for that you’re not allowed to be part of our group”

“ I’ll just find a way to sneak in.” You say with a grin. They roll their eyes and lead the group to the gym. You stay in place as you wait for Peter to walk by. As he does you saddle up next to him.

“Hey web slinger” you whisper in his ear. He jumps at your voice.

“Y/n??!” His voice cracks, “ don’t do that!!”

“Aw come on Pete!” You laugh, “ don’t be such a wuss!”

Then the boy next to him turns, The awestruck look back on his face

“ Your..your Y/n Stark ” he says wide eyed. You smile shyly as you turn to him, remembering where you were.

“ hi, you must be Ned. Peters told me a lot about you” you say in a low voice.

“ Peter talks to you about me” he says in a surprised voice.

“Yeah! It’s really awesome to finally meet you.” 

“ Are you two coming?” Another voice chimes in. You turn to see the pretty girl with a bored expression.

“ Oh, hey” she says noticing you, “ I’m Michelle Jones, but just call me MJ”

“Y/n Stark” you say with a smile. She nods at you and then turns to Peter and Ned.

“ Come on you two, Liz is asking where you are”

“ Liz is asking about me??” Peter says, his face turning red, “ what did she say? Did she mention my name?!”

You watch him in confusion. He never acted like this except when Natasha called him handsome that one time. Then again, if Natasha called you pretty you’d freak out as well.

MJ rolls her eyes and ignored his questions, “ So you live here?” She asks you. Her question startled you as you weren’t expecting to be talked to.

“ Ye-yeah. I’ve been with my dad since I was about two.” You stuttered.

“That’s cool!! What about your mom?” Ned asks.

You smile sadly, “ I don’t know, she’s not around much.” Sensing your sadness, Peter wrapped in arm around you.

“ Cone on guys, quit it with the questions.”

Ned looks at you apologetic and Mj looks away. Then a pretty girl walks up to your group.

“ There you are. Come on you guys, you’re not supposed to split from the group.”

Peter pulls his arm back immediately at her presence. His eyes glaze over as he looks at her with a gaze you can only describe as dreamy.

“He-hey!! Sorry Liz, guess we lost track of time..heh” He rubs the back of his neck as his face turns red. His body tensed up in anxiety but at the same time is slouched. He has a goofy grin that you’ve never ever seen before.

Seeing Peter act so differently around this girl made you feel weird. Your hands were sweaty and your chest filled with anxiety. You felt cold and hit at the same time. There was a sick feeling in your stomach.

“Are you okay?” Mj asked looking at you in concerned.

You were frowning. Ned looked at you with wide eyes “ I’m sorry about mentioning your mom! I really didn’t mean to upset you.” 

You turn to him and smile at his concern for you. “ Don’t worry about it, you didn’t know” you frown again looking at Peter walking with Liz, “ Soo, who’s that?”

“ Oh that’s Liz Allen. Peters been in love with her since like freshman year”

Your heart drops and that sick feelings return. “ Oh really?”

“Yeah, I am surprised you don’t know who that is Peter hasn’t stopped yapping about hersince freshman year.” MJ says rolling her eyes.

“ Peters never mentioned her. Just Ned and you.” You say. MJ hums at that.

“ Thats funny, Peter doesn’t talk about his internship too much. we didn’t even know you two were friends until today.”

Well, if you weren’t hurt before, now you were in absolute pain.

“Oh..really?” You ask, “ it’s probably because I hardly leave the HQ. Peter is the first friend I have here in the city.” You tried to reason, but you didn’t even convince yourself.

Ned and MJ look at you in shock, but before they can say anything Peter comes back to the group.

“ Hey guys! Liz just agreed to hangout with us this weekend!” He says to Ned and MJ, his back turned to you. You’re shocked because you were supposed to go shopping with Peter this weekend.

“ Since when were we hanging out this weekend??”  Mj asks confused with the sudden plans.

“ well...Liz was supposed to go shopping with her friends but they have plans this weekend, and she was really bummed out about it so I said she can hang out with us...” he says quickly.

“ but I thought we were going shopping..” you finally say. Peter jumps and looks at you as if he’s realizing you were there.

“ Oh crap! Y/n I’m so sorry! I completely got caught up with everything!” He apologizes, “ Hey! Why don’t you come with us! You can get to know Ned and MJ some more, and Mr. Stark and Cap will get off your back about talking to people your age”

“ That sound fun!” Ned exclaimed

“ I guess I have nothing better to do” Mj says

You want to decline at first, upset that he forgot about the plans he made with you and you didn’t really want to see him flirt with Liz. But he was looking at you with those brown eyes you love, so you couldn’t say no.

“ sure, I can’t wait..”

You smile weakly. Already dreading the upcoming weekend.

[kth1]

Gank Mid Lane [KTH]

banner and dividers: by @editingverse​ over at @bangtan-headquarters​!

Gank Mid Lane [Taehyung x Female Reader]

gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)​​

⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+| Established Relationship | Slice of Life ⟶ Warnings: explicit, adult themes, cursing, small nipple play, m&f touching, riding tae on your gaming chair, we got a squirter, creaming inside cause i forgot the condom, moans and groans, etc ⟶ WC: 5k ⟶ Summary: Your extremely, effortlessly attractive gamer boyfriend ends up being a bit too playful. He just wants to show you how thankful he is that you supported him through his promos. ⟶ Teaser: “You hum at the sensation that’s fluttering in your core from his tiny ministrations, eagerness readying itself to strip you completely bare in front of the man you love. Taehyung helps you, dragging down the cotton straps of your underwear until it falls past your knees, allowing you to step out of the dainty garment and back toward the chair.” ⟶ Author’s Note: I am a hoochie for gamers, and the moment I saw Taehyung play League of Legends from BTS in the SOOP (Ep. 2) I lost all will power. Knees weak, arms are heavy. Author is not okay, but here we are! 🎮

“Nice, good, good, good” Taehyung mumbles into his headset. His fingers continue to tap away frantically on his custom made keyboard and overly priced gaming mouse - one of the many assets apart of his very expensive gaming desktop. 

You sat beside him on your own - much smaller - gaming computer, mindlessly playing on your most recently downloaded Sims 5 expansion. You are excited that they released the new wave of mythical creatures and you are determined to turn your entire town into fairies and goblins. 

“No, save me! Help me!” Taehyung whines to his teammates, keys clicking erratically. Glancing over, you see Taehyung’s character - champion - under attack by two enemies in his toplane. The enemy team even became so greedy to the point that they were tower diving Taehyung under his own turret to kill him. His team’s jungle did not assist him what-so-ever, leaving Taehyung sulky within the first ten minutes of his competitive League of Legends game. 

He groans, spam pinging his teammates. “Do something across the map if I’m just getting camped by the enemy jungler the entire time!” 

Even in the middle of his bickering over the microphone he still happily accepts your offer of the fresh plucked grape that you place in front of his mouth. His eyes remain trained on his monitor the entire time. 

Taehyung never truly gets mad to the point of rage quitting games, but he will continue to argue with his teammates when they start flaming him. Defensive at his best, Taehyung knew exactly what to say, how to say, and when to say it - always managing to make the arguers look idiotic for questioning him in the first place. 

You squeeze his forearm reassuringly to subtly let him know that you support him. 

The two of you continue to play your individual games; you even find yourself smiling at Taehyung’s squabbling when he starts throwing out curse words from all different languages to get his points across - that bilingual genius. 

“Y/n!” He drawls, a soft pout forming on his heart shaped lips. “Play a ranked game with me? I’m tired of getting these shit teammates who don’t give vision or go for objectives. I need to win one more game for my promos.” 

Looking over at your boyfriend you can’t help but melt under his adorable and pleading puppy-dog eyes, laughing at yourself when you whine back in the same tone; telling him no. 

“But, fairies!” You counter, pointing at your monitor to show him your hard work at customizing a pair of sparkling wings on your current Sim. 

Taehyung frowns, playfully leaning himself over to drag your rolling chair - and you - closer to him and away from your computer. “Please!” He fights to hold you in his arms, both of you giggling at another as you desperately push yourself back.

He tries his damn near hardest to smush kisses all over your exposed skin and soon you find yourself caving into the loveable man. 

“Just one game.” You warn with a finger raised to emphasize your statement. 

He waits patiently for you to save your progress on the Sims and open up League of Legends on your computer. While standing by, he wears a pleased face as he eats a handful of grapes and sets up a lobby. 

“You know I’m not great at the game though.”

“You’re better than me.” He retorts, grooming your confidence up. “Best Nami player in this house.”

“Tae, there’s over one hundred champions in this game and you don’t even play Nami - or support! That statement is irrelevant.” 

“Like I said - best Nami in the house!” He smiles wide as your client loads and immediately sends you an invitation to join his party. 

Upon entering the game you adjust your runes, masteries, and spells to your allotted role. You automatically sync yourself into the support position, choosing your best and safest champion, and secretly hoping the random who locks into the AD Carry role doesn’t dislike your playstyle. Taehyung manages to get Midlane this round, choosing himself a bursty ability power champion by the name of Zoe. 

“Want to match?” He questions as he flicks through the available character options, trying to see which skin best matches the one you currently had equipped. 

The game begins slowly at least for your lane since there’s been nothing but farming minions and the occasional poke of damage between another, which you were happy to heal up with one of your abilities. On the other side of the map your jungler continues to free-farm the enemies area, early on he ends up stealing a buff or two from the opposing team to help him get ahead. 

Taehyung seems to be doing well in his lane, he was the one who continuously rambles into the microphone to alert his team that his laner backed or has gone missing - adding pings along the map to stress the situation. 

“I’m going to roam bot, cover my mid.” He directs, secondarily warning you in the meantime to prepare for his oncoming gank. “They’re pushing up. Bait them in!” 

You do as you were told, positioning yourself in a questionable spot for the enemies to take siege on you, not knowing it was a trap all along when Taehyung’s champion comes out of nowhere with one of his sleeping abilities - stunning the rival ADC on hit. Assisting with heals and crowd control, you help Taehyung out to the point where he scores a double kill and you secure two assists. 

“Alright, now you’re fed.” You heal him up one last time before he runs back to his lane. 

Taehyung hums, self-satisfied and reaches over to knead his hand on your shoulder. “Still have a lot of game left to play. Come up the river and gank mid.” 

After a few hectic battles resulting in blowing a handful of summoner spells and ultimates, initially getting your team in the lead to hard push one of the lanes in, Taehyung is now the most fed in the entire game - free to roam the map wherever he may please. 

“Do you think they’ll surrender? I want to get back to my game.” 

“I’m sure after we get Baron they’ll forfeit.” 

The game continues on, a few sudden surprises from the enemy team here and there, giving them the ability to catch up a bit from how far they are behind. Some accidental misplays and deaths from your own team - you included because god forbid you go out of your way to support your teammates, only to get your team questioning your actions. 

One huge fight breaks out in the middle of the river where Baron Nashor lays, both teams going in with sweepers, wards and abilities ready. Taehyung manages to pick off their top laner who is trying to flank from the side, instantly annihilating the champion and giving your team the upper advantage in numbers. Ultimates are used, multiple spells and abilities all in action, and your team comes out on top! 

They hard push to the enemy base by destroying each tower and inhibitor that stands in the way, rushing to the nexus to finally end the game. The word ‘Victory’ spreads across both Taehyung’s and your monitors. 

“Yay!” Taehyung beams a wide smile, waving his fists in the air in small circles as he cheers at his conquest. “I’ve been promoted!” 

Instantaneously, you quickly and secretly exit out of the client as Taehyung is too preoccupied with checking the damage graphs. You reopen the Sims 5 effortlessly, reaching your hand over to the bowl of grapes that - now to your disappointment - was completely empty. 

As you stand up with the bowl you turn to remind Taehyung about your help in the matter, “You’re welcome.” You giggle as you pat the fluff of his curly hair, but he snickers back a thank you after giving your ass a playful slap as you walk away from your seat. 

Upon arriving back to the gaming area, back to your computer to continue your quest of changing your sims into all mythical creatures, you see Taehyung sitting in your gaming chair. He’s intently clicking away on your screen, already has opened your saved game and figuring out how to customize his own character. 

“What are you up to?” You ask with curiosity as you step closer, a bowl of freshly washed grapes settle back in the open space on your desk. 

“I’m making my guy all green with big pointy elf ears.” 

“I didn’t know you wanted your own character.” You wince at the horrid looking Sim that you see displaying on your screen, shaking your head as you make your way down to sit on Taehyung’s lap. “You always tend to have a very unique creative taste.” 

Taehyung’s arms hover around you, still connecting to the mouse and keyboard with no problem. “I’m just fucking around with this one. I don’t even like it.” His chin rests pleasantly on your shoulder as you lean back into him to make yourself comfortable. 

You slap away his hand with a whine, “Tae!” 

He gives you a judging look, eyebrows furrow forward when his free hand comes around your waist to hold you tighter, “What? I like playing games with you.”

“You literally just said you were ‘fucking around’ with this.” You scoff, taking the matter of your game back into your own hands. You quickly adjust the current state of Taehyung’s botched sim to something a bit more appealing, also agreeing to leave the sim the color green. 

“Hmpt.” Taehyung interjects with the stereotypical onomatopoeia, indicating his slight annoyance. 

You sigh, handing him a grape as a form of an apology, “I like playing games with you too, you know.” 

Taehyung’s tongue prods his inner cheek, raising his eyebrow with a quick tick. He savors the taste of the grape in his mouth, the juice refreshing to his taste buds. “Kiss me if you’re sorry.” 

You suppress your childish giggle, biting down on your lip to prevent a smile from breaking out. “I don’t have to kiss you to show you I am sorry.” 

“I don’t make the rules.”

Turning to Taehyung to meet his gaze, you snort out, “What do you mean? You just implied that it’s a rule. You made it a rule.”

Taehyung sulks as he pushes his feet against the ground, wheeling both of you out from the desk. You whimper straight away as your precious keyboard and mouse become distant from your fingertips. “Ok, well it’s a rule now. And I'm sorry. So now I have to kiss you.” 

He holds you close, smiling his devious little smirk as he traps you inside his limbs. No matter what he always finds a way to win every situation. Taehyung pinches you softly, enough to have you jolt towards him as you verbally drone your distress. In retaliation you pinch your boyfriend back. 

Both of you throw fits as you sit in your gaming chair, laughing helplessly at another while Taehyung continues to seek your lips with his. He insists with kissy noises, peppering his plump lips as close as possible on each of your cheeks as you toss and turn away in your failed attempts of acting like you didn’t like his love - you love his love. 

“Y/n!” He chuckles as he sees a bright smile across your face, “Oh, Y/n! Let me kiss you!”

You give in to the temptation of Taehyung’s smooth, downy, pink lips; feeling the pillow soft plush of them as they press into yours. He smiles happily into you, his frantic hands that once roamed your body to secure you close eases up and finds purchase to your hips. 

The kiss ends too quickly for Taehyung’s liking. You pull away to respond, “apology accepted,” though Taehyung’s eyes remain close while he waits for you to return. 

He peeks at you with one eye, skeptically looking you up and down. “No, no, no. I’m still sorry.” Taehyung whispers low, leaning up to you for another kiss with fervor. 

Even though the act seems funny to you, you soon find yourself feeling the passion under Taehyung’s determination. How he switches your frisky fun spar to a firm, sincere kiss. You feel the stubble hairs of his top lip graze yours as you tilt your head to the side. 

His hand slithers it’s way up your torso, shadowing over your curves until it links behind your neck to pull you in deeper. With a swipe of your tongue you introduce your slippery wet muscle to his, licking into his mouth with eagerness. 

Forget League of Legends, forget your Sims game.

You shift yourself in Taehyung’s lap; now facing him. Straddling yourself carefully with both knees on either side of his legs. The headset that rests around Taehyung’s neck is ripped away by you, lightly dropping the mechanism to the floor as you run your fingers through his curly thick locks. If you think they were dishieved before, they definitely will be when you were through with it. 

“It was really hot of you to carry me in League... support the fuck outta me.” 

The two of you laugh in the middle of kisses, even when it sounds like a joke you know that Taehyung is one hundred percent serious. He truly enjoys being able to spend more time with you while playing similar games, the happy nerd side of him becomes even more cheery about it. 

He moans as you greedily suck in his bottom lip, lightly nipping down on the flesh until you release it. His sounds provoke you to continue to smooch his skin, planting pecks across his soft tan skin while you head to the soft spot on his neck. Voluntarily, Taehyung leans his head to give you better access as you assault the sensitive areas; his hands rub the lengths of your thighs in the meantime. 

“Yeah?” You whisper into the shell of his ear, swiping the tip of your tongue around his hooped earring. “Making my sims look like aliens is even hotter.” The two of you snicker once again, laughing at your pathetic excuses of sexy talk, but regardless you get along with this sense of humor so much. 

Taehyung slides his fingers up the loose legged areas of your shorts, teasingly snagging the sides of your underwear until he scoops both hands to the flesh of your ass. He shapes his palms around the curves of your cheeks, squeezing roughly as your lips suck harsh bruises into the collom of his neck. 

Below you is his hardening cock, swelling inside his shorts and visibly becoming more prominent against the strain of the fabric. He urges you to continue your strike, eyes fluttering shut and teeth pressing down on his bottom lip. 

With a hesitant roll of your hips, more or so to test his vulnerability, you weren’t surprised to feel Taehyung’s hands pressure you to continue your grind down onto his bulge. 

“Y/n.” He moans your name with strain, rutting his hips up in time to meet yours. His breath picks up, so does his heart. “On the chair?” 

You plead a yes into his mouth as your lips surge to connect them. Assisting Taehyung with the lift of both yours and his shirts. “I’m already wet.” You speak impish towards him, a devilish smirk matching on both of your faces. 

Taehyung bids you, “Show me,” as he releases his firm hold on the swell of your ass. As you step off the chair you playfully slide down your shorts in a seductive, but fun way. Aimlessly, Taehyung leans himself up to reach toward you, dragging you back into him if he can. “Undies need to go too.” 

He hooks a hand between your legs, cuffing the meat of your thigh as his other palm glides itself against your mound. Taehyung plasters a satisfied gesture among his features which doesn’t go unnoticed by you, his fingers experimentally tapping into the dip of your underwear where the warm wet patch begins to coat the tips. 

You hum at the sensation that’s fluttering in your core from his tiny ministrations, eagerness readying itself to strip you completely bare in front of the man you love. Taehyung helps you, dragging down the cotton straps of your underwear until it falls past your knees, allowing you to step out of the dainty garment and back toward the chair. 

Instead, Taehyung inclines further toward you, face nuzzling into your lower stomach to place warm open mouth kisses across the expanse of your abdomen. The butterflies in your stomach race another in circles as Taehyung unbuttons himself out from his shorts from where he sits and flicks his zipper down. 

When he’s ready, Taehyung shuffles his bottoms down his legs until they drop to the floor, reddening cock lazily resting against him until his palm aids it’s positioning. You notice the shine around his tip, a sticky goop of pre-cum threatening to drip deliciously off of his member. 

With delight, you surge onward again, knees locking back in both places alongside Taehyung’s hips. He gently wraps his hand around his cock, pumping ever so slowly to prep his impending pleasure. You push Taehyung back into the chair, continuing back to the delay of kisses and sloppy tongue touches. 

Teasingly, you hover over his crotch, not dipping down enough to allow his cock any friction from you. Feeling your surroundings as you ravish his locks once again, you can detect his quickening pace with the flicks of his wrist along his lengthy, appetizing dick. 

“I don’t want to break my chair,” you giggle into his mouth, feeling his breath fan out immediately once your hand comes in contact with his. He allows you to handle him, allows you to take whichever pace and twist you wish. “But the idea of fucking you on it is turning me on.” 

His cock is smooth, warm, and rigid. Your thumb teases over his slit, smushing the leaking pre-cum across his bulbously head. In favor of pleasing you as well, Taehyung’s free hand slips between your folds, three fingers automatically pressing directly across your heat to gather your arousal. 

Taehyung winks at you once your foreheads connect, “Then don’t fuck me hard, be gentle with me.” 

The ring of muscles around your entrance flex themselves in anticipation of Taehyung’s ghosting digits. Thoughts of him stretching you out, filling you to full capacity, runs wild in your mind. His lips meet one of your hanging mounds, mouthing over your warm puffy nipple which instantly hardens at the contact. 

He sucks in deliciously, tongue flicking across your pert nipple while pulling your tit away from your body, releasing it from his mouth to watch it bounce back in place. Taehyung fiddles around with your hole, dipping the tips of his fingers only to the first knuckle and promptly retreating them. Your arousal seeps steadily down the span of each digit, just like how his pre-cum continues to spill out in small portions within your palm. 

You feel the tingly sensations, the frisky, bubbly anticipation riling you up on the inside. The mood from inside your gaming area has shifted dramatically and there’s nothing stopping the two of you from pursuing your desires. 

Taehyung groans impatiently, hooking two fingers inside you swiftly with a curl. His hand pulls your hips closer towards his preoccupied shaft that remains in your fisting hand. “Want you now,” he murmurs as he inclines himself up to meet your lips. 

At the sudden intrusion and his voice riddling his direct wish your cunt clamps down against his fingers, a sharp breath escapes your mouth before Taehyung hushes you with a kiss full of zeal. 

Both of your hands land to his shoulders, anchoring yourself securely as Taehyung shifts himself below you - fingers removing from your body in favor to line his cock up against your nether. His cock-head runs between your lubricous lips, greasing up his length before tilting his dick just right - bulbous head pressuring itself against your tightness. 

“Restless.” You comment on his actions, his abrupt act to head straight to the goods. 

Your mouth makes its way to his ear once again, scraping your teeth against the cartilage as you dip yourself low enough to pop his tip inside of you. You bit lightly against him at the intrusion, the pleasure and split pain of his stretch. But this is only the beginning of his size. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t warm you up much. I’m aching so badly for you right now.” 

Taehyung lulls his head against the chair, mouth parted open as he relishes the feeling of your warm, wet, velvety walls hugging his most sensitive area. Rhythmically, you edge yourself lower in a stable pace - inch by willing inch sinks into your core, stretching you out so dangerously beautiful. His cock burns, his girth making sure to fill every inch of you. 

With dedication, you move yourself up and down his length to heighten your arousal and continue to sink further down until finally sitting at his hilt. Your breath picks up erratically, nails threatening to scrap the skin on top of his shoulders with each roll of your hips. 

You take it at your own stride, pleasuring yourself - and him - with all your might. Grinding down against his public bone, your clit brushes harshly to the solid area, jolts of pleasure waving through you with the pressure. 

Your breath escapes your mouth more or so to keep up with the race of your heart and lungs, leaning back to angle yourself better on top of Taehyung as he supports your legs and back with his hands while you ride him. 

“Fuck, you look so good like this.” Taehyung confesses, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. 

A moan suppresses inside your throat when his cock knocks against the rough of your wall, the sweet mysterious g-spot embedded within your upper wall being pressed sharply at the tip of his cock. You found the correct angle your hips need to rotate, you keen earnestly at the heightened sensation. 

You gasp, “Shit!” 

Mouth dropping open with a painful, yet blissful, feature dressing your face. Your walls clamp indirectly, earning a strained moan from Taehyung. His hands tighten around you, now dragging you down harshly onto him. 

The leather of your chair rebels against both yours and Taehyung’s perspiring skin, creaking a loud noise with each shift of your knees, but that doesn’t dither your action in the slightest. 

Taehyung manages to slide down enough with the recline of the back of the seat, extending his legs out further from underneath you. From here you are able to use his chest to prop yourself up, and for him to stare with awe at your connecting areas. He admires the movement of his cock deep in your core, the appendage impressioning against your lower stomach. Taehyung can quite literally see where exactly his cock rests inside you, and soon enough his mindless hand comes to your front to feel it for himself. 

“S-so good.” You mewl out, keeping up with your pace. 

Sweat accumulates across your hairline and you can feel the uncomfortable itch of the build up in the pits of your knees. But the enjoyment of sexual pleasure beats those small annoyances, especially at the fact of Taehyung’s abdomen tenses to your ministrations - giving you the sure tell sign that he’s just as affected as you are. 

Inside Taehyung’s chest resonates a low groan, “keep doing that!” 

Taehyung praises you for your efforts, tells you words of motivation - if his breathless pants weren’t enough already. His thumb drops further to find your neglected clit, pushing hard against the sensitive bundle of nerves the moment your hips land in his lap. 

You yelp, your hand rushes straight to his wrist instantly to try and tear him from the area. His other free hand rounds your ass, palming the meat to scoot your lower half into him. “Shh, it’s ok. You’re doing so well.” His rough voice coaxes your ears. “Grind into me. Play with me. Use me to get yourself off.” 

He commends you and it doesn’t delay your hazy mind which fills with lust and foggy, horny thoughts to understand what he wants you to do. You stare back into his dark, hooded eyes with wonder. You must look like a complete hot mess speared on top of him, pupils blown wide, cheat heaving irregularly, and heated skin flushing with shades of pink. 

As you grind yourself against him, pushing into his deft thumb and using his cock as your personal joystick, you find yourself nearing your orgasm. The hormonal endorphins stream within your body, high on your thoughts and urgency to chase that blissful explosion your core craves right at this moment. 

You don’t notice the necessity your body rushes for, the way your body gyrates into Taehyung roughly and frantically with his cock submerged into your leaky cunt. He flicks his thumb rapidly across your clit, wiggling it as fast as he could to match your velocity. 

“You’re tightening,” he comments openly. “You’re so close, Y/n. Cum on me.” 

Taehyung feels the shift in your core, the tightening of your cunt and thighs around him. Your mouth hangs open as you gasp for air, hands gripping onto him like a vice with your nails clasping into his skin while your orgasm washes over you. You tighten dangerously around him, stiffening your body with minor twitching as your pussy pulses around his swollen cock. 

You whine his name with a high pitch, throat dry from all your heavy breathing. Your body uncontrollably forces itself to continue riding him, passion surging through as you feel another deadly, impactful, tingly sensation form in the pit of your core. 

Taehyung’s eyes widen with yours, almost as confused as you are, but he goes with your tenacity. He leans up, hands latching around your hips while he assists you to bounce once again along his generous size. 

“Tae!” You cry, not knowing what you’re exactly asking for besides the help of your boyfriend. 

He’s brutally fast, using gravity to help slam you back down into his lap. Squelching noises emit from your pussy, your juices soaking the surrounding area of his lap from your previous release. 

You hear him grunt against your chest, your arms slinging around his neck for purchase. Even with your pussy spent once already he can feel it tightening up faster than before. With each motion your body stiffens around him at each passing second. Your moans continue to rise to higher pitches until you feel the drag of his dick striking bluntly against your g-spot.

“T-Tae!” You warn again, this time knowing the sudden shiver running through your limbs and that irrational fear building up in the back of your mind. “I… I’m-”

Taehyung fucks up into your constricting cunt, lifting you up almost completely off of his cock only to ram you back down a nanosecond later. 

Your head thrusts back, spine arching, your chest now pushing into Taehyung as an unknown release takes control of your entire being. The voice you wish to speak gets stuck in your throat, not even a noise escaping as your pussy squirts warm liquid harshly across Taehyung’s lower half. The only thing your mind logically can think of is commanding your body to hold onto something, anything, and that being your boyfriend who is the cause of your body experiencing this foreign euphoria. 

Taehyung chokes back his amazement, not only feeling his lap becoming considerably more wet than it has, but also first handedly witnessing your beautiful cunt squirting all over him. The act itself ultimately sets a fire in his loins, thick white creamy ropes of cum spurting out inside your pussy. His load fills what little available room inside you, naturally forcing itself out of your quivering hole as he continues to breathlessly whine into your skin. 

It takes a moment's time for you and him to reconnect with Earth, reality settling back in slowly. Both of you are consumed with post orgasm paradise, too caught up with your bodies floating on cloud nine to do anything about the mix of fluides connecting the two of you. 

“Wow.” You breath, eyes trying to blink away the clouded haze. You soften in his hold just as you feel his cock swelling down. 

Your joints ache with each wiggle you attempt and thankfully your body didn’t disobey you and become locked in position. Taehyung finally snaps his head back, jaw slacked as he searches for your lips. 

He ends up placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, still very much trying to catch his breath and composure. “You. Are so fuckin’ good to me.” 

Body tired, heated, and spent, you couldn’t help but breathlessly laugh. Your eyes blink lazily as you stare down at Taehyung, his bangs now sticking away from his forehead thanks to his sweat. “This is what happens when I get you promoted?” 

“Promote me any day, any time, any where.” His tone is a bit more playful considering the tiredness that has overwhelmed the both of you. He helps you up, leather sticking to your skins like tape, and shiny secretions drenching the seat. “I’ll do anything for you to do that again. I’ll fuck you on the chair again, i’ll mess up your Sims game or something. Whatever got you to do that, I want it to happen again!” Taehyung confesses, excitedly and pathetically, as his mind has become completely blown wide at the fact you squirted all over him. 

You glower at the leftover residue that seeps between Taehyung’s thighs and onto your seat, the imprint of his ass cheeks leaves an impression from where he sat. He steps toward you as you stand with his arms hovering your frame in case you feel unstable. 

“My chair…” 

He snorts a laugh, nuzzling his face into your hair, “At least it’s not broken.” 

“But it’s ruined.” 

“I’ll buy you a new one. A better one.” He angles your face to his as he forces a quick affectionate kiss to your unexpecting lips. 

“Gotta kiss you because i’m sorry,” he smirks. “But I may keep your chair for memories sake...”  

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