#hope this isn’t ooc

[robiinurheart33]

Soap who doesnt let himself lose his child-like wonder and is mature because of that but people mistake it for immaturity and thinks he’s an airhead and stupid because he’s so positive

Ghost who sees that Soap is more mature than most of the soldiers he’s encountered and grows a respect for him that most wouldn’t have achieved in such a short time

[dazed-dollie]

Demure…

do you see how i smile when men stare at my body? very demure, very mindful…i’m a pretty object after all

do you see how i thank them when they touch and grope me…very thoughtful, very respectful…my purpose is their pleasure after all

do you see how my mind goes soft and i giggle away those silly, useless thoughts? very cutesy, very entertaining…i wasn’t using those thoughts anyway

do you see how my pussy starts to leak and throb from the attention? very horny, very wet…attention is validation isn’t it?

do you see how i start drooling as they get their hard cocks out? very slutty, very empty…good girls make cocks hard, don’t they?

do you see how i fall to my knees and present my body for using? very obedient, very good girl…

[psychopomparia]

Oh triple faced soul, please forgive me for what I’m about to share.

It came to me in a dream

[ymirgel]

how does one possess the confidence to publish a shipping call?

[askchilchuck]

mr. chilchuck sir, when i gave you a (crisp) $20 and a (very nice) bottle of wine before you turned me down because you didn’t know me right?

but how about you get to know me? *hands you a WHOLE $40 and leans on my expencive carriage*

Honestly, it’s insulting you think you can just buy my company like that. A no is a no, alright? Maybe you wouldn’t need to bribe people if you could get that through your head.

[jubshead]

What pet names do you guys think Lilia uses?

[yuzurins]

# feelings are fatal

in which: for as all as you can remember, being with rin has caused you to be the recipient of needless hate. you put up with it for the sake of him, until one day you’re tired of it all.

warnings: angst, petty arguing, hurt NO comfort!, cussing, barely proofread, not based off the mxmtoon song, implied childhood friends, insecure!reader, and i tried to make rin as canon as possible….

likes, interactions, reblogs are all appreciated! <3

there hasn’t been an ounce of doubt in rin’s eyes on whether he has been a good friend to you. for one, he’d beg to differ that he’s the best out there, despite not having any other friends in class for comparison.

rin’s sure he’s been treating you the best he can.

“come on, y/n.” rin exhales, desperation in his voice making it sound almost like a plea. “stop avoiding me.”

so frankly, he doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong to make you act this way towards him.

“rin, let go.” your voice is but a whisper, yet it’s enough to cause rin’s whole world to start falling apart.

you feel his hold tighten around your wrist.

“no,” he starts, his intense glare burning holes into the back of your head. “not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

reality finally hits when you process his words, and the second of vulnerability allows the looming feeling of guilt to finally consume you. it’s not like you haven’t prepared for this beforehand, even going as far to practice your speech, but now you’re hesitating, scared to reveal your true feelings. scared to hurt him.

”well, i mean, i’m just feeling a little sick, yeah—“

he knows you too well for this. “don’t lie to me.”

you sigh. it was worth a try anyway.

so you cut to the chase, and give it to him directly. “our relationship is what’s wrong, rin.” not the ideal way for you to have worded that, but it came out faster than you could think.

“y/n, what are you even talking about?” rin furrows his brows in confusion, cursing himself for being so ignorant. “we’re not even dating, or did you think we were?”

you sigh as you shake your head. “i know we aren’t, and i know you don’t care about other people, but were you even the slightest bit aware that every single person around us thinks so?”

for the first time in days, you do the simple favor of properly looking at rin in the face. he’s been longing to see you properly after you started avoiding him, and perhaps that’s what triggered a sudden rush of ambition in him.

“so what’s wrong with that?” he pries.

despite his prolonging deadpan expression, you don’t miss the way he takes a step closer, the way his neck scarcely flushes red, the way anticipation is so obviously evident in his eyes, and it takes all of you to not break down in the moment.

“it’s… not a good thing, you know?” you mumble. “you wouldn’t understand.”

“what the fuck?” his eyebrows raise in shock. “are you fucking kidding me?”

rin feels ridiculed. you don’t think it’s a good thing to be known as his girlfriend? really? did he seriously spend all this time with you just for you to feel embarrassed, to feel ashamed to be with him?

“are you saying there’s something wrong with me?” he snaps.

“what? no, i never said that!” you snap back, abruptly turning your head over to narrow your eyes at him.

the look he has is indescribable and so foreign, one that you’ve never seen before. he’s urging you to talk, giving you a chance to explain yourself and convince him that whatever he’s thinking, it’s wrong.

“people talk. and they say horrible things. rin, you’re a football star, and as much as i hate to admit it, you are extremely good-looking.” you bite your lower lip and look away. “everyone at school hates me just because i’m friends with you.”

“isn’t that just because they’re jealous-“ he cringes, blurting out the first thing to come to mind.

“i know damn well they’re jealous rin!” you scowl, though you immediately regret it as you see him stiffen.

"i know they're all just saying it out of their own insecurities, and i know that their goal is to rile me up and break us apart." you're rambling now, trying to get all your words out before a sob manages to. "i know i shouldn't let their words get to me, but it’s so draining. i'm exhausted, tired of it all."

his eyes widen in surprise, and he pauses for a few seconds. you think it’s foolish, how you can see the gears turning in his head, processing this "newly" discovered information. "fuck, i'm so sorry, i didn't know-"

"i know you didn't know." you cut him off, firmly. "it was obvious enough, but it was easy to make sure you didn't."

he doesn’t want to overstep, but he thinks he has the right to know. “but why?”

the irony of this whole situation makes you laugh. as if rin wasn't the one who was supposed to understand you the most. "because i was embarrassed? would you want your best friend to know you cried because of some petty remark?"

from the corner of your vision, you can see the taller male open and close his mouth several times. nothing you said was wrong, and he knew that. after all, rin himself would feel the exact same way.

so once again, silence befalls the two of you. though unlike before, you gather the courage to look at him, wondering if this was the end.

“does it really matter to you that much?” he asks, and your heart aches seeing his eyes glisten, tears threatening to fall with every word. “what other people have to say about us?”

“rin. yes, it really does-“

“don’t i matter to you?” rin interrupts, and his voice cracks. he’s avoiding your eyes, body shaking from the flurry of emotions he’s trying to hold back. it’s embarrassing, really, to think that you had this much of an effect on him.

his question renders you speechless, and you fail to find the right words to convey your feelings properly.

instead, rin’s met with the touch of the evening breeze; light, brisk, and cold.

when it hits the first time, he looks back up in hopes to see your face, but you’re turned away, finding the ground more bearable to look at.

second time, he loosens up, the tension leaving his shoulders. his expression’s contorted, a mixture of hurt, confusion, anger, but still hopeful. he’s waiting, maybe you just needed time to think.

a minute passes.

the wind blows a third time, and this time, his hand lets go of your wrist. he knows now that you’re choosing to be silent, which in itself is more than enough of an answer for him.

“okay,” he lets out a laugh in defeat, no energy to persist.

he absolutely hates the look of pity in your eyes.

“rin, please, i just—i just need a break.” you plead, your wavering voice growing heavier each passing second.

time stills. you feel like you’re drowning in the silence, the tension of the air so thick it’s suffocating.

you knew better than anyone that it was wrong. wrong to blame your problems on rin, wrong for you to leave him, wrong for you to hurt him because it wasn’t his fault, and instead your own selfish feelings. yet could you really blame yourself for feeling this way? no, because words hurt, and it’s impossible to control what comes out of another person’s mouth. on the surface, it might seem as though they’re meek, merely drifting past you. but as time passes, as they persist, they slowly gnaw at the little wall you’ve built yourself, and you suddenly find yourself overwhelmed, devoured by hatred.

so as natural as it was by human nature, you prioritized yourself first. you thought you loved rin, but not enough to let yourself suffer for him. because as they say, you can’t love another if you don’t love yourself first.

in the thousands of possible scenarios you’ve gone through, the one condition for the most beneficial outcome was the same for all: you and rin couldn’t be together. you swore, it was the best path for the both of you, going beyond just feelings and into consideration of your careers aswell.

but rin doesn’t care about that. he doesn’t care about any of these tedious, meaningless tasks—heck, even his future—when all he wants, all he’s ever wanted, was you.

“you’re just like my brother.” he scoffs, speaking up after what feels like forever, his fists clenched so hard to the point he’s trembling. “of fucking course you all end up leaving me at the end of the day. i should’ve expected this, god i’m such an idiot!”

your eyes widen in shock at being compared to the older itoshi. “rin, i-”

“don’t bother.” he hushes, turning his head away to save himself from humiliation. “it’s too late.”

he’s right, the damage has already been done. several nights were not spent sleepless contemplating only to rescind now.

all rin can hear is the loud pounding of his heart, as it threatens to jump out of his chest. he doesn’t even remember grabbing onto the nearest railing in attempt to stable his footing. a flurry of emotions plague him, wrapping around his throat and clouding his vision.

he can barely make out your figure growing smaller and smaller as you walk away, and he wants nothing more than to go back in time to give those who’ve wronged you a piece of his mind.

he loves you. so much. too much.

the realization of the truth to his feelings comes too late, clawing at him in despair. you’re gone already, and it seems like rin will never have you in his grasp ever again. you’ve infected him, entrancing him with your sweet little spell. he gets the impression that from now on, instead of escaping, he’ll only be descending further down, engulfed in the intoxicating memories and feeling of you.

it may be for that reason that, in rin’s eyes, he’s always been good to you, because you deserved it. but now he knows that there’s other eyes out there that don’t share the same view as him.

feelings are forever changing, an occurrence beyond his control. rin and you were different 10 years ago, different yesterday, will be different starting now, and endlessly on. there’s no guarantee in life, for one decision can change the course of it forever.

in a world full of uncertainties, there isn’t any doubt in rin’s eyes that you’ll always be his one.

tagged: @kouyun ෆ

[pupkashi]

congratulations once again my love 💛 i'm bringing out the confetti!! may i request number 5 with kento, pretty please?🥺 kissing your cheeks, thank you in advance 💛💛💛

thank u so much julie my beloved <333 big smooches for u ^♡^ i hope you enjoy this !!!

join the celebration!

there’s a persistent nudging that makes your brows furrow, eyes fighting to open as the dimly lit room comes into focus.

“darling? you up?” the deep whisper causing your head to turn slowly, rubbing your eyes so you could focus on the man standing at the foot of you bed.

“ken? what’re you doing up?” you mumble, yawning as you sit up, checking the clock on the bedside table and frowning, “and why’re you waking me up at 5 in the morning.”

the whine in your voice makes kento smile, running a hand through his still messy blonde hair. he’s wearing grey sweatpants and a loose navy t shirt, one that you’d gifted him not too long ago.

“get changed i wanna take you somewhere” his voice is gentle, keeping in mind how much you hate loud noises when you wake up. when he sees the apprehension in your still sleepy face he moves next to you, leaning down a bit and kissing your cheek.

“please? I’ll make it worth it, i promise” there’s a charming smile on his face and you can’t stop yourself from leaning your head against his chest, mumbling something along of the lines of ‘only for you.’

it’s twenty minutes later that you’re walking into the living room, more awake than before but still a bit drowsy, grabbing a granola bar and nibbling away as he ushers you into the car.

“what’s that smell?” you ask, turning to look in the backseat but finding nothing.

“hm?” nanami only smiles, adoring the way you leaned your head against the window, humming along to the music playing softly from the speakers. he wastes no time in intertwining your fingers with him, brining your hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

it’s a short drive, your eyes fluttering open when you hear the car engine stop. you’re looking around and kento is only giving you a small grin.

“give me five minutes then I’ll come get you, okay?” he asks, leaning over the center console to give you a soft kiss as you nod.

he’s opening the trunk of the car and walking quickly somewhere you can’t see from your point of view, only coming back into your line of sight a couple minutes later, a satisfied smile on his face as he opens the car door for you.

“ready?” you only nod, smiling as his takes his hand in your once more, closing the door behind you and leading you to where he’s disappeared to.

there’s a white and red blanket sprawled on the grass, surrounded by flowers. there’s fruits, croissants and a couple donuts on display, two warm coffees still in the wicker basket.

“ken” you breathe out, turning to look at the blonde man next to you, he only smiled at you, ushering you to sit on the soft blanket.

“surprise” he chuckles, the sound makes you smile, looking over at him and taking in his relaxed form. you’re both munching on the croissants when the sun begins to rise.

“you really made these?” you ask, inspecting the bread before looking back at your lover.

“‘s that so hard to believe, my love?” there’s a teasing grin on his face that makes you scrunch your nose up, shoving him with your shoulder slightly before letting your head rest on his chest.

one of his arms is behind him, hand in the dewy grass for balance as the other snakes around your shoulders, keeping you close to him as the reds and oranges slowly engulf the sky.

“it’s so pretty” you murmur, the two of you bathed in the suns golden rays as it slowly rises from its sleep, kissing both of you good morning.

nanami isn’t looking at the sun, he’s seen the sunrise more than enough times. instead, his eyes are focused on you, a gentle smile on his face. he’s memorizing every detail of your face, the way your hair looks a different color in the golden light.

he’s falling in love with you all over again when he replies to you, “yeah, so beautiful.”

[trashhole]

★ more Starbee stuff ★

Idk what this is it came to me in a 5am wall staring session

It’s based off of this legendary meme:

And a stylized starbee I never posted.

I’m cooking up more starbee but idk when I’ll finish since it’s a slightly bigger project than usual and I had a big life change recently I’m trying to cope with lol.

[creator-indy]

I finally did a trend

[mysterytwins-anda-triangle]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIPPER AND MABEL :D 🥳🎂

🌲💫

AAA THANK YOU! WOWOWO!

Thanks! That cake is looking at me kinda weird, though, haha.

[milleyroxai]

I just wanted to share these images that I made literally not even a minute ago, sorry if they’re bad

[scribbly-artist]

Noisy Times in the Lab

Summary: Mayuri has made a scientific discovery about Kurisu that piques the interest of the resident mad scientist.

Author’s Notes: Back with a little fic! I saw these really great scientist-based tickle prompts from @anxious-lee (I’m not sure how to tag people on Tumblr - hopefully this works!) that sparked some inspiration for me. I’ve read the VN recently after procrastinating on it for a long while, so I feel like I could write for the characters easily enough without them sounding OOC. Apologies for any spelling errors as I am very tired. :,) I may even do some clean up in the morning if I find any obvious glaring issues. let me know what you think!!

Word: ~1,600 | AO3 Link

It was a typical day at the residence of the Future Gadget Lab. Progress was running smoothly on the microwave-turned time machine and its mechanisms. Experiments were being run, new information was being discovered. Okabe Rintaro and Makise Kurisu had been running tests all night on their machine to determine how far back their D-Mails could go into the past and whether it had any lasting effects.

As one does when pulling an all nighter, fatigue started to set in. Having their friend, Shiina Mayuri, come over in the afternoon with snacks and replenishing refreshments was a god send, but Kurisu in particular hardly had a break. Okabe had a nap on the couch for a couple hours in the day, but Kurisu hadn’t had a wink of sleep. It was starting to get to her, but that was in her nature: to work as hard as she could to sate her growing curiosity to develop this time machine.

Rubbing her tired eyes with her hands, she got up from her seat in front of the time machine, letting out a yawn. She dragged her feet over to see what Mayuri was doing, walking past Okabe who was sitting on the couch, downing a cold Dr P while he was looking at this phone screen, assuming he was on @channel or sending emails.

Mayuri was standing at her makeshift cosplay bench, working on a new outfit for ComiMa. She fed the pink fabric through the sewing machine with expert precision. Kurisu was absorbed in watching her work. On closer observation, it seemed to be a pink mini dress, with off the shoulder sleeves. Adorned on the chest was a big, red, puffy bow. The dress came out of the other end of the sewing machine as Mayuri grabbed it, holding it out in front of her to see if there were any errors in her work.

Kurisu’s eyes moved up and down the length of the dress. “It’s a very nice cosplay, Mayuri. What’s it from, again?” She questioned, shifting her weight to look at Mayuri’s face behind the dress.

“It’s Kirari’s outfit from RaiNet Kakeru! I’ve put a lot of hard work into making this dress accurate to the show,” She beamed, lowering the dress to smile at Kurisu. “I don’t know who’s going to wear it yet, though.”

“What do you mean - didn’t you make it so you could wear it?” Kurisu tilted her head with curiosity.

“No, I never wear my cosplays,” Mayuri set the dress down onto the table. “Besides, my body wouldn’t fit into this. I was hoping Luka might try it, but I don’t think I can convince him. Even though it’d suit him perfectly.” Mayuri pouted.

“Aww, that’s a shame. He’d look super cute in it.”

“Don’t be fooled by the idea, he’s still a dude.” Okabe piped up from the couch, his gaze not leaving his phone.

“But you should totally try it on Chris-chan - I think you could pull it off!” Excitement bubbled in Mayuri’s voice, reaching over to grab Kurisu’s hands. The red head’s gaze whipped over to Mayuri’s face, eyes widening.

“Oh no - I’d never be able to wear something like that. It’s too revealing.” She spoke, shaking her head as she politely declined.

“Sure you could! Your body’s pretty similar to Lukako’s anyway, I think it’d fit you perfectly.” Mayuri emphasised her point by reaching to Kurisu’s sides, giving her a squeeze. Kurisu buckled, choking out a giggle.

“M-Mayuri— where are you grahahabing??” Her words sputtered out as Mayuri grabbed her a little more, now with more intent.

Okabe’s head whipped up to see what all the commotion was. He grinned as he put the pieces together in his mind, standing up from the couch. “Mayuri - have you perhaps discovered the Zombie’s weakness?” They both looked at Kurisu.

“No you haven’t! Don’t even try anything, Okabe!” Kurisu attempted to back away from Okabe, who now was standing up from the couch with renewed interest. Mayuri simply giggled, turning back to her cosplay work. A wicked grin was being cast upon Kurisu’s worried face as laughter erupted from him.

“My foolish Assistant - have you forgotten? I am a mad scientist, and what kind of a mad scientist would I be if I didn’t investigate this little discovery further?” The lab coat-wearing predator gazed down at his target, making her back into a corner of the lab. He stepped closer, making his prey shutter nervously. His hands were outstretched, wiggling his fingers. “What’s wrong, Christina? Cat got your tongue?”

“Y-You’re being stupid, Okabe! This is childish! You just want to put your hands a-all over me, pervert!” Starting to sweat, she tried to say anything she could to dissuade him from what he was very eager to try out.

“If you truely are a super serious Assistant, then surely a little childish tickling wouldn’t affect you, right?” He smirked as he closed in, his wiggling fingers touching down on her sides. The red head immediately burst into giggles, trying to swat his hands away.

“Ahaha— Okabe!! Quit it!” She tried to push him away, but Okabe was a fair bit taller than her, so her attempts were futile. An involuntary smile stretched across her face as she danced about.

“Thank you for making such a grand scientific discovery Mayuri - scientists everywhere shall give you praise for discovering our dear Assistant’s weakness. You will be known in the history books forever. It’ll also knock our dear Christina down a few pegs.” He remarked, letting out a chuckle at Kurisu’s expense.

“Mahahayuri, help me— pleahahase!!” Kurisu cried out, trying to get Mayuri’s attention.

“You need a fun break Chris-chan, and I’ve never seen you smile and laugh like this! You gotta let loose sometimes.” The short hair girl responded with a beaming smile, getting back to her cosplay work.

“I have done well with controlling my hostage, Assistant. She shall not be swayed by your pleas. I won’t be finished with you until I am completely satisfied.” The self-proclaimed mad scientist let out an evil cackle, moving his annoying tickling fingers up to Kurisu’s ribs, drawing more sweet laughter from her. “Now, let’s see. What would happen if I tweak… right, here?” He pondered allowed, his fingers pinching at her lower ribs.

The red head doubled over in laughter, her knees starting to give way, her back sliding down the wall. “Stop being an— stahahap being an idiot!!” Protesting, she squirmed to try to free herself from him. He started to crouch down himself so he could have better access to her.

He was very persistent, moving his hands from her ribs to her sides to keep her guessing. He needed to gather more information for his experiment. “Now, Christina. On a scale of one to ten, how much-“

Okabe was interrupted by a loud round of laughter escaping his assistant’s lips, tears starting to well up in her eyes as she laughed herself silly. He tutted, shaking his head.

“Quit interrupting me with your laughter, I’m asking a question! - how much does this tickle?” He teased as his fingers continued to pinch and scribble, grinning as her cheeks burned red.

She couldn’t think straight to form a response. She just shook her head, her long hair flying in all directions. Okabe figured that if she couldn’t verbally protest anymore, that she was reaching her limit. He pulled his hands away, standing up tall to signify he was done messing with her. Kurisu let herself sink to the floor, sucking in big breaths now that she had the opportunity.

“You’re… you’re SO going to regret that… O-Okabe…” She threatened, glaring up at him. Okabe couldn’t take her seriously after seeing her being reduced to a girly giggly mess, which was way different from her usual cool-headed, mature demeanour.

“You should hold your tongue now that I know your little weakness, Christina. I may exploit this quirk of yours more often if you’re not careful, haha!” He laughed, too caught up in his act to concentrate on Kurisu sneaking away from him towards the coffee table near the couch.

“Now that your weakness is known to the world, I, Hououin Kyouma, brilliant mad scientist, shall use this forbidden information to my advan— HEY!” The mad scientist cried out as his shoulder was slammed with one of Kurisu’s big, heavy science text books. Kurisu was panting and red in the face.

“Do it again… and I’ll hit you even harder…” Her threat was serious, but her voice didn’t sound as scary as it usually would when she would make such claims. Okabe filed this information in the back of his mind, noting that even her swing wasn’t as hard as it has been previously, and his consequence was not as dire as he thought it would be. Maybe she wasn’t all that angry about this.

“Lesson learned. But watch yourself, Zombie.” Even in pain he grinned at her, making her squint her eyes to try to look menacing.

“You should buy me a fresh pudding after all you put me through. Actually, make it two.” She plopped herself down on the green couch, crossing her arms.

“Very well. That’s the least I can do after your sacrifice to science. Mayuri, care to join me?” He asked as his gazed turned to his ‘hostage’. Mayuri smiled and nodded, walking to Okabe.

“Tuturuuu~! Operation: Pudding for Chris-chan!” Mayuri let out her happy little tune as she and Okabe walked out the apartment’s front door, closing it on their way out. Kurisu let out a long sigh as they left, filling her lungs back up with air that they were deprived of a few moments before.

“Okarin, you should be nicer to Chris-chan. She’s helping you so much with all this science-y stuff, it’s the least you can do.” Her gaze moved up to Okabe’s face as she spoke, both of them walking down the stairs.

“She won’t admit it, but I think she enjoyed that little exchange more than she’s letting on.” Chuckling, Okabe and Mayuri went out to pick the most perfect pudding they could find for their dear Kurisu.

[fatelcved]

did you know chiyo loves you 💜

[spidrboots]

hi, all. i appreciate the patience, & if i haven’t gotten back to you here or through discord, i will do my best. my health took a rough turn & while i don’t want to get into specifics, im hoping to get some answers as soon as im able. i miss you all & hope everyone is doing well <3

[mymxnfgh]

Goo x Fem!Reader sparring sessions HCs

Hihi~ here are some HCs and a mini Fic about Goo and a female reader who won against him at Kendo after he underestimated her~ Tysm for the suggestion @sublimequeenmango 💓💖 and I added a mini fic because I didn’t have enough HCs i’m sorry 😭

HCs

I feel like Goo would definitely make jokes all the time to lighten the mood

He’s very kind to you though, after all you’re as strong as him which not many people are

After developing a crush on he would distance him for a bit but then become even more clingy

it’d take him some time to realize the crush though

You guys would spar from early in the morning till late at night

Very fun sparring sessions, lots of laughing and a lot of chemistry

He will get butterflies and his heart will beat faster when you stab him/try to stab him

He always wants to make a wish whenever he wins against you (always wishes for a kiss)

Calls you by a lot of cringy nicknames (sweetie, honey, baby, princess, etc…)

takes your sparring sessions very serious though despite the jokes he makes he gets serious when you’re about to fight

never goes easy on you (he doesn’t need to)

Mini fic

Your first meeting with Goo Kim was… well let’s just say you did not really like him at first. Having been trained in Kendo since childhood you excelled at it and were even called a prodigy more than a few times. So it was no surprise that you were better than most. Of course this didn’t prevent people from going out of their way to challenge you, only to be utterly defeated.

The same goes for Goo Kim. Well not exactly…

He’s one of the „talented“ people your coach has been talking about, but you didn’t think much at first. You expected for the two of you to spar together like you do with any other person.

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But the moment he opened his mouth it was difficult to contain the dislike you felt towards him.

„Oh~ Didn’t know I had to fight against such a beauty?“

He was quite the flirt

„Can’t say the same about you“

Unfortunately you weren’t in the mood for flirting and it was true. He didn’t look bad, his eyes although a bit small were pretty cute, his nose was straight and he had full, rosy lips, they looked soft too��did he apply chapstick? It’s just unfortunate that he wasn’t your type at all!

„Ouch, my heart~~!! I will try to go easy on you though~ Don’t wanna see you getting hurt, princess“ Goo said in a sickeningly sweet tone and winked

„…whatever“ it was hard not to roll your eyes

Well who can blame you for disliking Goo when that was the first impression you got of him??

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„huff…huff… whew, princess… you’re quite good…?“ Goo wheezes, lying on the ground, as you point your sword at him

„You lost.“ It was quite the hard battle though

„…well yeah, I lost“

„Who was the one saying that he won’t go easy on me?“ you couldn’t help but be petty about it and honestly Goo deserved it.

„Hahaha next time… next time I‘ll definitely win!“ he burst out laughing

„We’ll see…“

And just like that you guys started meeting each other more regularly, from weekly sparring sessions to almost daily.

After getting to know Goo some more you started to understand why he was being so cocky at the beginning. He was good. Very good. Sometimes he would even overpower you, only sometimes of course.

You started to look forward to your sparring sessions as well, after all he was a worthy opponent! But was that all? Was that really the reason you were looking forward to the sparring sessions?

You’d catch Goo staring at you during training too, his ears would get red when training with you. Was he just excited to spar with you or were there other reasons?

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The past few months Goo has always been sparring with you on a daily basis and honestly he really enjoyed it! More than he thought he would…

He started to notice that something was strange after the first two weeks of you guys training together. His stomach would always feel tingly and his head would get warm. It didn’t take a lot to figure out what the reason was. You.

Alright~ so that’s all I have for now it’s not a lot but I hope you still enjoyed reading through it and I had a lot of fun writing this! Goo is such a funny character so I wasn’t too sure how to portray him haha

Once again tysm for the suggestion ily!!💖💕