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Kayden Break NSFW headcannons please? 🤭🤭

Kayden Break NSFW Headcannons

✧. ┊ fandom: eleceed

✧. ┊  prompt : ̗̀➛ request

✧. ┊  warnings: highly suggestive, not proof read, minors dni

✧. ┊  notes: ask and you'll be served 🙂���↕️ i love that one panel of him^

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥

Teasing (heavily implied)

He's not the type to rush into things. No, he likes drawing it out, seeing you squirm under his intense gaze. He also LOVES watching you breathe heavy and all sweaty waiting for him, ooohh it makes him soo riled up and if you're a strong awakener, it turns him on even more due to the fact that a strong person like you is trembling under his touch. He'll ghost his fingers over your skin, leaning in just enough to make you anticipate his next move, only to pull away at the last second with a smirk.

"Look at you.. a vulnerable hot mess just for me."

Lazy Dominant

Kayden is naturally dominant, both in real scenarios and bed. He's so effortlessly confident and hypnotizing it drives you crazy. During spicy moments, he would talk slow and low, his deep, smooth voice sending shivers down your spine.

He doesn’t rush—he doesn’t need to. Everything he does is deliberate, calculated, and laced with that signature arrogance that makes your breath hitch and your back arch. His eyes stay locked onto yours, unwavering, soaking in every little reaction, and his lips would curve into a smirk every time he's satisfied with something he's done to you.

"Relax," his lips just barely ghosting over your ear. "I’ve got you."

There’s something maddening about the way he takes his time, never giving too much, never giving too little—just enough to keep you on edge, completely at his mercy. His touch is firm yet teasing.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. And he enjoys every second of it. But sometimes, he’s just too lazy to put in the extra effort. “C’mere,” he says, patting his lap. “You do the work.”

Takes your teasing as a challenge

He's the king of teasing and would tease you 24/7. And if you try to tease him back? Oh, he would love that. He’ll let you play your little games, watching with a knowing grin. But the second you let your guard down? He flips the script instantly, pinning you with an intense look. “You really think you can outplay me?” His voice drops lower, he grabs onto you chin, a finger tracing your jaw down your neck “Cute.”

His kinks

He's the most strongest awakener, enjoys fighting, and he's teasy? You'd be stupid to think he doesn't have a knack for stimulating you with his electric control. If it was your first time with him, he would test the waters first by introducing it to you. And if it wasn't the first time or you're a strong awakener, he would use a higher intensity, and if you whined and complained, he would be like:

"Come on, you're whining at this much? I'll give you something to scream at."

okay if he's really feeling freaky, he would enjoy his hair being pulled occasionally. Especially if it's when he's marking your body. His favorite places to give you marks would be your collarbone and thighs. Maybe because he can see them when you're wearing a shirt or shorts.

ANNNDD the one thing that turns him on the most is seeing you all scratched up after a fight. He doesn't mean it as in *i want to see you hurt*, he just thinks that you look so hot fighting with effort and giving it your all. And if you were sparring with him, he would get so riled up watching you try to land a hit on him that you guys wouldn't even finish the fight. He'd just stop suddenly and the bedroom you guys go LOL

Aftercare

He won’t outright say “You okay?”, but he’ll pull you close, lazily playing with your hair, and say something like, “Damn. Didn’t think you could handle all that.” (He’s fishing for a reaction, don’t fall for it.) And you would always give him a flick on his forehead, but he would take it cuz he's *rough*

He takes aftercare seriously because he prioritizes your recovery after every session, he thinks of it as him recovering after every fight.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥

✧. ┊ extra notes: ok this is just like a sprinkle of salt because I've never wrote nsfw stuff before, plus if i wrote what I really think of kayden i think I won't be able to find a job/srs do tell me if this style of writing is easy to read and understand, always open to constructive criticism!!❤️

[vovoloyo]

epic

[vovoloyo]

Do you have specific days that you upload requests or is it more time based

I do request and upload them whenever I'm free! I do quite have the packed schedule, but I'll try my best to keep up with the requests!! 😵🥹

[vovoloyo]

Can I request a fic where the Veremonte and his grandsons run into a little kid who mistakes him for Santa (I remember seeing one before but I can't remember if I read it here or if I saw it in a dream) They run into a little girl in like a full reindeer themed get up. She just follows them around cause she believes Veremonte is Santa. Cause he's big, has a beard, a huge coat, and he has a bellowing laugh. Like Jurion is trying to get the kid to leave while Ian is full on trying to make the situation worse by pretending he's an elf on the shelf.

It's Christmas

✧. ┊ fandom: eleceed

✧. ┊ prompt: request

✧. ┊ warnings: none

✧. ┊ notes: this is my first time accepting requests! I tried my very best to meet up your expectations🥹 im open to constructive criticism!!

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥

The mall was as busy as usual, unlike this time, it was even busier during Christmas. As Veremonte and his grandsons--jurion, and Ian walk and laugh through the busy crowds, Ian suddenly stops at the santa claus meet and greet.

And that was when it happened.

A tiny girl in a full reindeer outfit stops in front of veremonte, her eyes going wide. Then—

"SANTA!!!" She shrieked.

Before they could react, she latched onto Veremonte’s coat like an octopus, "I knew you were real!" she gasped. "You have a beard! A big coat! And your laugh goes ‘HO HO HO’!"

Veremonte blinked in blankly. "....What?"

"Oh, this is fantastic," Ian whispered, already grinning from ear to ear.

Jurion, his eyes squinting "Kid, he’s not—"

The girl turned to Ian and gasped again. "AND YOU’RE AN ELF!!!!"

Ian struck a pose. "hell yeah i am. took you long enough to notice. Coolest elf in the North Pole." He ran his fingers through his hair, his other arm on his hips. "Actually, I’m also the elf on the shelf." he said with a smug face.

Veremonte sighed. "Ian."

".. You're not helping." Jurion smacked Ian's head. "OW, BUT HEAR ME OUT ON SOMETHING," jurion raised an eyebrow and listened to his brother.

A few moments later, veremonte finds himself sitting at Santa's meet and greet with a bright red Christmas hat on.

Every single kid at a 500 meter radius came together collectively to meet THE SANTA. One boy bounced excitedly. "Santa, santa!! can I have a kitten for Christmas?"

Veremonte mumbled, looking at his grandsons.

"I'm going to kill both of you"

And then they were seen giggling and running away from the grandpa.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥

[vovoloyo]

Do you have any rules for your requests like who you will and won't right and what kind of fics you're okay with writing

What I Will & Won't Write for Requests

I Will Write: Almost anything, including action, fantasy, romance, drama, and more! Feel free to request unique or creative ideas.

I Won't Write: Controversial topics, heavily inappropriate content, or anything that promotes harm or negativity.

If you're unsure whether your request fits, feel free to ask!

[vovoloyo]

Accepting Eleceed & Killer Peter Writing Requests💌✨️

I’m open for Eleceed requests, especially anything with Kayden Break and Killer Peter! Drop your ideas—whether it’s fluff, angst, AUs, or character exploration. I'll try to get to all of them!

Feel free to send me a message or ask! Can’t wait to write for you all! 💥

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Silent Invitation

✧. ┊ fandom: eleceed

✧. ┊ g/n. reader x kayden break

✧. ┊  synopsis : ̗̀➛ your fiancé comes back home from training his apprentice

✧. ┊ warnings: slightly suggestive

✧. ┊ notes: I'm fueled by the recent binge reading I had lmao

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥

The sound of water boiling, the air fryer's fan running, and the smell of brownies setting in the oven–which filled the cozy cottage that you settle in, called home. While you're busy wiping the countertops and turning over the partially cooked salmon, you hear the keys to the door jingle, indicating that your fiancé is home.

After turning off the stove top, you hurry to the front door to welcome kayden home with warmth that, he admits, feels different than anything that he's ever felt before.

"You're right on time! Dinner is ready, i made your favorite." you say to the tall figure towering over you, with his hands at the top of the door frame. "You know the way to my heart." kayden replied with a slight curve on his lips, his eyes soft on you.

Kayden looks down at the table, realizing there is only one meal. "Aren't you gonna eat, my love?" he asks while looking back up at you. "I got full after multiple taste testing," you chuckle at the long-haired man.

The table is set, the whole house is dim, and the two of you sitting facing each other at the dinner table–lit up by ambient lighting in the background of the kitchen.

“Okay, I’ll help myself then.” his smile soft.

As Kayden is enjoying his heart-filled dinner, he realized you have been staring at him for an odd amount of time. “How was today’s session?” you cut the silence with a question. “Like usual, jiwoo's getti..." kaydens ramble gradually becomes unfocused as your mind wander to things further.

You placed your hand on kaydens big, rough hands, and he's slightly startled by the sudden touch. Suddenly, the lingering smell of the kitchen wears off as kaydens fainting cologne invades your sense of smell instead. His eyes sharp and alert, his broad shoulders complementing his firm biceps, strands of his hair hanging over his forehead, and his lips. His lips, ever so delicate and peach, make you wanna devour him and kiss him all over.

"Is something bothering you?," kayden questioned while still lightly chewing.

A spark of curiosity lit his dark blue eyes as they met your own, which were wide with a feeling you couldn't hold back.

There was a pause that seemed too long.

Your gaze flickered between Kayden and the bedroom, a silent invitation lingering in your eyes, hinting at a desire left unspoken.

Your hair dangling over your shoulders, head tilted to one side increasing your cute stats, long lashes fluttering over glistening eyes, complementing your pinky cheeks.

This view of you is something else, causing him to pause his chewing, even slightly choking on his food. He withdraws his hand from your grasp, reaching for a tissue to wipe his mouth, his movements laced with nervousness and his warm cheeks matching yours.

Kayden exhales softly, setting his utensils down before rising up from his seat. Without a word, he effortlessly lifts you into his arms bridal-style towards the bedroom. As he strides towards the bedroom, you find your way to his hair, undoing his ponytail with a gentle tug.

Your eyes travel from his navy blue strands to his well-defined jaw, then to his smirk, filled with excitement and a hint of fluster.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*

[vovoloyo]

I just caught up with eleceed and phhj my gawwdd they are feeding me with all of these kayden panels

Look at him all bloodied up I'm going feral.

[vovoloyo]

Every day, I come back to check this tag and find nothing new or any update.

[vovoloyo]

You guys ever feel like you're having a fling with some franchise? Or exes trope for that matter. Like you used to be fully engaged in the fandom before they no longer your hyperfixation but when you coincidentally came across the posts about it and hit nostalgia lane, you then stop by for a second to relish the remnants and memories. You started to engaged with it back before bouncing again.

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Waffles

✧. ┊short snippet

✧. ┊g/n. reader x modern au!peter

✧. ┊synopsis : ̗̀➛ visiting your bf who works in waffle café

✧. ┊warnings: none

✧. ┊notes: I had a dream about this so here I am writing it for you guys👅👅

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

"Are we visiting your boyfriend? But I thought the waffle house closes at this time," your friend asked while her arms were tangled with yours. "Don't worry, I'll just grab some waffles today," you say gleefully to your friend, "you sure like waffles, i always see you ordering the same menu every time you order", "you're right" you sighed "maybe I'll try something new this time"

You and your friend walked through the almost-dead mall, directing to the waffle house on the ground floor. As you were chatting with your friend, suddenly a tall figure in the corner of your eye walks past you, and you immediately could tell it was your boyfriend.

On the other hand, peter had already sprinted back to the waffle house to open right back up before closing because he knew you were coming to order. He swiftly put his apron and cap on, preparing batter like his life depended on it. His finger hovering over the ordering tablet, right on top of your usual order, ready for your word. "Good afternoon, miss, the usual?" The young man asks, "Nope, I think I'll try the waffles with ice cream this time. Vanilla, please." You replied to the handsome cashier, but in return, he darts a confused and baffled look to you. "What?" Your brows furrowed, "nothing, miss." your boyfriend replies softly while entering your order on his tablet,then turning around to prepare your order.

While waiting for your order, your friend had already gone back home because of other matters. Sitting at a table in the corner of the café, you noticed your boyfriend glancing over to you but then quickly turned away when you caught him. His ears flushed a cute faint pink while you looked away, trying not to grin.

Sounds of utensils clinking, buttons pressing, and the opening and closing of the waffle maker filled the atmosphere while you scroll through pictures of you and peter. While admiring the photos, you decided to open the camera app to take a snap of your boyfriend working, but as soon as you aimed your camera towards his direction, he was already standing next to your table holding your waffles.

"Oh heyyy," you say while giving out an awkward laugh. "Come sit and eat with me. Let's catch up!". While you both were chatting and eating, suddenly you felt like the atmosphere changed, and your boyfriend too. He looked more attractive than ever, his broad shoulders complementing his muscular chest, the air-con slightly blowing his fringe, and it was just in time for the golden hour. He looked just like a painting. Your eyes glued onto him while your hands were reaching for your phone, wanting to capture this moment. Peter stopped his chatting when he noticed you were taking a photo of him and smiled shyly while holding your other hand on the coffee table.

"Are you taking a photo," pausing for a second, "or a video of me?" he asked impatiently, his dimples showing from his smile and his eyes glistening.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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Pretty

✧. ┊short drabble

✧. ┊ g/n. reader x yohan (alipede)

✧. ┊  synopsis : ̗̀➛ you can't help but call your feisty bf pretty

✧. ┊ warnings: none

✧. ┊ notes: i love the concept of alipede likkee.. the potential of writings i can do (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*

Giggles and chuckles filled the small room that you shared with your best friend. Cracking jokes after one and another. There has always been something special about your relationship with Yohan, it's something very significant that even the public notice, but he can never decipher why so.

Was it the way that you never treated him differently when he told you that he was blind? Was it the way that you were always by his side to defend him when the other kids were picking on him? He's not sure, but one thing he's sure of is that, his pale skin turns a pinkish red that warms his face whenever he thinks about it.

That was about 10 years ago.

Now that little albino boy is your boyfriend. And an assassin.

what a combination.

Recalling the memories of when you used to protect him, and now he's protecting AND earning for the both of you. The urge to giggle and kick your feet overwhelms you, so you throw yourself on the large couch that he bought you for your apartment. While you stuff your red face in a nearby pillow, you didn't even notice that your boyfriend was now sitting next to you, quietly watching.

"What are you doing?" his question came out sharp and clear, making you jump in flusteration. "Hah! When did you get here?!" you yelped. He holds out the keycard to your apartment door and slaps it gently on your forehead, "What if I were an intruder instead, huh? you would've been dead by now." Despite knowing him since childhood, he still has an attitude. "Oh, it's not that serious," you say while you start repositioning yourself towards him, "Not that serious? Do you even know what you're talking about right now?" he asks while subtly stretching out his arms by reflex, allowing you to come and sit on him. "I didn't expect you to come so early," you say while caressing his jaw with your finger. "I promised 9, so here I am at 9" he addressed.

As he finished his sentence, you cupped his cheek with your palm, "You're just so pretty, you know?" you said, slightly regretting it. You knew that this word triggered him. But who would blame you if you had a greek god as your boyfriend?

His gaze towards you changed to a confused and bothered look. "Gosh, can you not say that word? I can never understand why people say it." he retorted with an annoyed tone. "I'm sorry gorgeous, I can't help it." you giggled, "Are you doing this on purpose? because I can't see?" he asked with his eyes squinted. "Of course not," you moved your other hand to his chest, "beauty isn't always what you can see, peanut. It's something that can also be felt." You can feel his heartbeat going faster through your palm and his cheeks flushing a red tint. "Wh-" your boyfriend gets cut off by your kiss, but he doesn't protest.

You both melt into the sweet kiss you gave. His hand moving up to your waist, and the other on the back of your head.

After a session of sweet love and touches, you both pulled away to catch a breath. Seeing your boyfriend's face all red just makes you want to tease him even more. But his annoyed expression says otherwise. (he secretly enjoys it)

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*

✧. ┊ notes: i literally forgot about this in my drafts, FOR MONTHS.

[vovoloyo]

I'll do it myself.

why the fawk is no one writing about thaddeus from killer peter.

[vovoloyo]

I'm so tired of everytime I tried to read a gongyoo smut its just straight assualt like damn I know he twisted but can yall domesticate him a bit this is wild

[vovoloyo]

why the fawk is no one writing about thaddeus from killer peter.

[vovoloyo]

*clicks on x reader* “i don’t like using y/n so im gonna use chloe! but feel free to change it!” ok pal.

[vovoloyo]

That Should Be Me

✧. ┊ g/n. reader x goo

✧. ┊  synopsis : ̗̀➛ goo is jealous because you and gun are being close

✧. ┊ warnings: angst

✧. ┊ notes: goo angst is so real, this is inspired by the goo panel in the latest chapters. n also ignore the poorly edited header pls, thx

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩

If Goo were to describe the relationship between you and him, he would say: that everyday was like a vivid dream, filled with laughter and jokes that the both of you exchange in turns of another. How you would jokingly hit him for his unfunny jokes, how smiley you looked when he gifted you something, how it felt like he was the only one to make you laugh. It made him realized that, he wouldn't trade anything in the world for this relationship. He made a silent promise to remove anything that would interfere with this relationship.

But, he wouldn't have known this promise would be shattered as soon as he introduced you to his other close friend: Gun.

As each day passes, it seemed like you and Gun were getting closer and closer; from only meeting up whenever the trio is together to grabbing coffee with just you and Gun. The more Goo realized this special relationship he had with you is getting fainter by each day, it made him feel more helpless; considering his dear connection to Gun and you.

While his overthinking abused his mind, he didn't even realize that you and Gun were calling him from the front while he was walking from the back. From his perspective, your teasing smile next to Gun's tall figure looking back at him would create a lump stuck in his throat. He can't help but awkwardly smile back.

Several weeks has gone by, Goo finds himself doing things by himself. Activities that he used to do with you by his side, now without you by his side, his side feels cold. He’s at the arcade, the go-to place for when you guys hung out. Why was he there? Was it to reminisce what you two used to have? Does he miss you? He’s confused, unsettled, and hurt.

And was it fate when he turned to his side by reflex and saw Gun with you playing his favorite claw machine? Goo’s heart skipped a beat and his whole body freezes. His eyes moving rapidly, quickly analyzing and taking all the details, Gun staring at you with adoration, you smiling and giggling while holding the big plushie you had yearned for, and frowned when Goo had failed to capture it many times. And lastly, their pinkish blush on their faces.

Next thing he knew, he’s walking, no, running out of that arcade with this lingering pain in his chest. His heart is pounding, his thoughts are racing, and he’s running out of breath. “What’s this feeling?”, he thought while almost choking “what am i doing?”, he couldn’t think of anything else. That one moment of you and Gun together keeps replying in his head, then a tear runs down Goo’s cheek.

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