Michael Myers reacting to his s/o ordering slim chickens
(note slim chickens is a fast food place that sells wings, chicken tenders, sides, jars of deserts (amazing btw) )
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Michael Myers
To be completely honest, Michael was not interested in Slim Chickens. That's until you showed him the deserts. He snatches the phone from you and you see him choose a shit ton of deserts.
Seriously, Michael ? Do you really need six jars of oreo cheesecake ? Apparently so, because if you tried to delete some of it, he would just snatch the phone away from you and put it back in the cart.
You gave up and decided to just go with it. He didn't even get a meal so you left half of your tenders and part of your lemonade for him. He devoured the deserts first and then the food you left him.
Even though it cost you a pretty penny, the many deserts plus the food you left for him, sent him into a food coma. He had plopped on the bed, damn near taking up all the covers. You snickered, trying to hold your laugh in as you took a sip of your drink.
summary: the order of heroes’ first encounter with general líf.
genre: suspense???
word count: 208
a/n: another oldie from book 3 yeehaw
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It's a long, tense staredown between the Askran royals as Alfonse confronts his assumed future self: General Líf of Hel. The prince stands tall, his blue gaze unflinching as he awaits his answer, but Líf is unnaturally still. You feel a shiver slowly start to crawl down your back as he directs his lifeless gaze to you; his movements so spiritless and barren. An unnerving reminder that he was part of the undead.
"You still live." Líf comments dispassionately.
You hear Alfonse's sharp intake of breath, and out of the corner of your eye, can make out how his hand hovers over the hilt of his sword. Sharena and Anna, both standing at your sides, also go on the defense. The former's hand lands on your shoulder, giving it a protective squeeze.
"And you still have a question to answer." You reply evenly despite feeling as if you wanted to sink into the ground. Líf doesn't respond verbally, but the way he narrows his eyes at you provides answer enough. He turned his back towards everyone before vanishing in a self-made portal, leaving you all alone again.
As the Askran trio vented their loss, you were quiet. You had a sinking feeling that you would see him again.
“Please, (y/n), please don’t do this!” The broken voice called after you, faded, worn, whipped away by the white blizzard that ransacked the lands. The cold eating away at the two of you, the wind cutting into both your faces. “Please listen to me. Please, I-” The choked sobs escaped the person behind you causing you to bite your lip with such force that it bled. With a cold tone, one colder than Hoth, you slowly spoke.
“Why are you still following me?” Venom laced into your words with a sharp tang that stung the heart of the one pursuing you. “You don’t deserve anything. Do me a favour and throw yourself into the Sarlacc pit.” You spat the last words and started to march off into the cold once again.
He twisted and turned, eyes brimming with tears, clenched shut, and a cold sweat dripping down his body.
“Please, you don’t understand!” He called out to you, trying to sprint through the snow and catch up but to no avail. You pressed on, scarf billowing in the wind, whipping in every which direction. You didn’t spare a single glance in his direction even though your heart called out to you to do so.
“I damn well understand. Go get bent!” You gritted your teeth and continued on. You had no set goal, maybe find a ship, and maybe die out here. You didn’t really know, you just knew you wanted to stay away from him.
He started panting, sheets twisting around him, whimpers slipping past his soft plump lips. He couldn’t shake the cold in more than one sense and he desperately wished he could. This nightmare haunted him day and night. He never got a break from them or the mistakes he made. This mistake; however, was one he carried with him like a heavy burden on his back. No amount of drink or counselling could pull him from this.
“You won’t even let me explain!” He pushed forward, his elegance diminishing as he tumbled forward to grab a hold of your hand. “You’re no better than I if you leave us on this note!” The touch of his hand was enough to shoot a spark up your arm and make its way to sting your heart with immense brutality. It caused you to stop in your tracks and whip around towards the man – tears frozen to his soft face.
Tears kept rolling down his cheeks, slipping onto his lips, a saltiness would occasionally touch his tongue which only made his heart clench more and tears fall more violently.
“I-” Your voice cracked before you composed yourself, your mind screaming at you to rip your arm from the hold his hand had on yours yet, your body refused to move. The storm was getting worse and worse, ice picking up and coming down onto both your faces. “I can’t do this.” You looked to the ground and attempted to turn away but the man tugged on your hand and gently spun you into his chest.
“Let me explain, let me fix this.” He leaned down, your faces only inches apart from one another.
He shook uncontrollably, nobody’s comfort there to help him cope with these feelings of his. He never had anyone to help him cope, not after everything that had happened between the two of you.
“You can’t fix this, can’t you see?” You sounded pathetic, defeated almost, the cold edge to your voice nearly slipping away from you. “You can’t. And for the record, I will never be like you. I will never sink as low as you have.” The venom returned and you ripped yourself away from the hold the person before you had on you. He is nothing to you now. The words you hissed at him held a harsher edge than any wind or storm Hoth could bring on.
He panted and whimpered, violent quakes ripping through his entire body, diminishing him to nothing. That’s what he was to you anyway: nothing. The dreams haunted him, at first they were dreams that made his heart clench and his heartbreak hammer into his chest but soon the dreams of your smile twisted into toxic prose that you spat at him on the very last day he had seen you.
“I love you.” His deep voice broke, filled with the anguish of the thousands of men that had crossed his path and have been unable to tell the tale. You heard his guilt, his sorrow, his pain, and his love but chose to take the knife and plunge it into his chest anyway.
“You don’t love anyone.” Anger flooded your body, though it wasn’t directed towards him, it was directed towards yourself. The man you loved deeply, the man who went above and beyond for you, the man incapable of love loved you and you were willing – no not willing – attempting to throw that love away. It’s not the love you wanted. Your words came through gritted teeth, volatile and toxic as Lexonite. “When you learn what love is, I dare you to try to find me.” You shoved the man before you and stormed off into the blizzard. Frantically, he attempted to follow you but the white curtain of snow and ice had swallowed you up completely. He tried to feel you out but your anger masked you too well and so the man you had loved fell to his knees and let every emotion he’d suppressed over the year fill him all at once. Despite how much you wanted to, not even his screams of agony and sheer blinding pain made you turn around.
He shot up quickly, hair in knots as he tried to run a hand through it, chest heaving, and sweat dripping down his forehead. Some hair stuck to his face and curled around his jawline, a cold shiver wracking his body. He tasted the salty tears that caught in his mouth and felt something lodge in his throat. It’s possible that it was another sob but he didn’t want to find out. Pushing himself up properly, he ran his hands over his face and sighed out. He didn’t want these feelings to burden him any longer but he knew that they were the only feelings he had left- all that he had left of you. The last words of yours echoed in his mind. I dare you to try to find me. He groaned but decided to scoot to the edge of his bed. He could get in so much shit for this.
Wordlessly, he got up and made his way over to the window, it spanned across the entire wall, the whole universe right before him. He slowly lowered himself to the ground and sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes. It took much time to get his breathing to even out but once it did he shifted his focus to one thing and one thing only, you. He called out to whatever was out there to show you to him. The white noise around him faded out completely and he felt a tug.
“What the hell?” He heard, eyes shooting open. He knew that voice well, the one that haunted his dreams.
“(Y/n),” your name fell from his lips in a dreamy breath. You whipped your head around and saw the man you left of Hoth many years ago. Your lips parted and your breathing was uneven. When was the last time you’d seen him? Tears started to bring your eyes as you looked over the man before you. A scar travelled from his shoulder up to his eyebrow and yet when you had left him his face had been bare… Well, except for the pain, “it’s you.” A shaky breath took over his words and tears were welling up in his eyes.
“Kylo?” Your shaky whisper of disbelief cut through the air as you hesitantly stepped closer to him, deciding it was only fair to mirror how he was sitting. You wanted to reach out but stopped yourself. How was this real?
“No, no... Uh… Ben.” He bashfully admit. He went back to using his old name and your heart swelled. Had he really changed or was it an act? You fidgeted as you sat, unsure of how to react. “I- I don’t know where to begin…” He admit, trying to peel his eyes from you but he couldn’t. Everything he had known and memorised was before him but it wasn’t. Your hair was a different colour now and your eyes looked old, eras older than you were; however, his hadn’t changed since the day you had left him. The same sorrow filled eyes gazed upon you, eyebrows knit together with sadness and grief.
“You don’t need to.” You swallowed and tried to memorise the man before you in case he disappeared again. You knew you were to blame but you couldn’t help but miss him all these years. Your heart ached and now it felt as if it would rip itself from your chest for Ben. You tilted your head to the side and leaned in. “Ky- Ben, were you crying?” Genuine concern flooded you. After all these years you still found yourself loving him despite his appearance seeming sicklier than when you abandoned him on Hoth, than when he commit the supposed unforgivable act.
“N-no!” He tried to defend but you saw through it immediately. With a sigh, he shook his head and gave you another heartbroken look. “Yes.” He dared bow his head, but his eyes would flick up to you, insecurity blowing a hole through the walls he built up. He dreaded the idea of looking up and no longer seeing you there. “I- I don’t sleep… I can’t sleep. The dreams – nightmares – they haunt me. I can’t shake them.” He clenched his eyes shut tight before reopening them to meet your (y/e/c) ones. “It was heartbreak at its finest, your smile, your eyes, the summer wind in your hair,” you listened tentatively, heart aching. You dared inch a tad closer and it didn’t go unnoticed, “it quickly turned into a nightmare. It haunts me every night, (y/n). Your smile turned malicious and that day on Hoth is what I dream of each night. Shit, why am I telling you this?” Tears made trails down his face and that’s when you reached out, touching your fingers to his cheek.
“You get them too…” You breathed and shut your eyes tight. “I shouldn’t have left you there. It was the worst thing I’ve done. I hear your screams each night. I wake up hoping to turn around and pull you to me each night but I’m met with nothing.” You bit your lip. It was true that you were met with nothing but not in the same sense as Ben. You had someone but were you in love with them? Of course not. Your heart ached for Ben each and every waking moment of the day and in your dreams at night.
“Please, (y/n), please let me come find you.”
“Haven’t you?” You shake your head, not understanding what your former lover meant, lips parted and heavy breaths escaping your lips in choppy patterns.
“If I had, I’d never let you go, I’d whisk you off your feet and we’d, we’d go elsewhere. I wouldn’t be in my room and you wouldn’t be in,” you cut Ben off by jumping back quickly.
“I have to go.” Your voice now frantic. “Ben, I have to go.” Panic struck you with intensity.
“No! You can’t leave me like this- I need to- ” You cut him off with a chaste kiss and pushed yourself away quickly watching a tear streak down Ben’s face, eyes shooting open after the brief kiss.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Find the Resistance, Ben, and you’ll find me. Please don’t- don’t hurt anyone.” Ben stood quickly and took a step towards you, placing a hand on your cheek, searching your face for any reason you were distressed and then he felt it and with what he felt, his heart plummeted into his stomach. “Goodbye, Ben… I love you.” The last three words whispered like a secret. The last thing he noticed before you faded was that you mouthed the words Find me, please.
Heart in his stomach, sobs lodged in his throat, eyes burning, Ben had a mission. Not as Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, not as a First Order mission, no. Ben Solo had a mission and he would not stop until he found you, hope flickering in his chest as he kept your face in mind.
That night he took a TIE fighter, ensuring nobody questioned him, and blasted off in order to find the love that never died.
A/N: I may possibly do a second part to this or make it into a potential mini-series? This idea came from the fact that it’s -40C where I am and honestly, just angst. Hope you enjoyed.
Pairing: Saeran/Unknown/Ray x Reader/MC.
Disclaimer: None.
Plot: Takes place with Unknown, a few days after Another Story 4th day Bad Ending.
A/N: I need chill pills ( ╯°□°)╯ ┻━━┻
This headache would not go away. He pulled his jacket tighter around him. This cold would not get better. Two pills, three pills swallowed without water and he coughed again. He was sick and all he did was thinking about her. Maybe she truly was his medicine. That thought flustered him and he grimaced while rubbing his wet forehead against his exhausted pale palm. For a few more minutes, he kept on growling, frustrated for he was aware of what he wanted… Needed. This stupid attraction was good for the marshmallow. He, the strong one, should not have to rely on useless emotions. If Ray loved something, Unknown had to either break it or own it better. But this was not a simple attraction. This was Love.
Ray… Unknown… Saeran. Saeran was in love.
Maybe paying her a visit would not hurt as much as this headache.
He got up, tripping on his chair and cursed between his teeth before using that same furniture to keep his balance as his blood pressure dropped for a few seconds. Once more, his rusty throat tickled him with devilish intentions and he coughed until he could no longer breathe. Damn this weak body.
Unstable steps were taken to reach the door of his office and he opened it, avoiding crashing on the floor in the corridor. If she really was the solution, she better had to give her best because he was wasting time for this ridiculous affection.
When he arrived at her floor, where Ray locked her up, he stumbled again and used the wall to prevent his fall. Why was he coughing again? Two believers rushed but neither helped him, way too afraid of what he would do if they dared touching him when it was evident he was in his aggressive state.
- Mr. Ray, are you okay? Should we tell the Savior that you are sick?
Their voice trembled, went out as a quiet lamentation of both fear and disgust. Nobody liked Ray. Everybody hated Unknown. Wherever he went, no one would see the true him. No one would hear the silent cry of his soul, praying for the tiniest consideration. Everyone used him the way they wanted and threw him away the second they realized how useless he was.
An only exception… She was all he had.
He knew he had to force his existence into her mind but for the time being, he was confident that he was more or less special in her eyes. She could hear his pain, right? She said so many nice things to him, it could not all be fake. Moreover, Unknown was aware that she liked him; unlike Ray who kept on whining for his unrequited love. How pathetic this pink gummy was. The darker of them had knowledge of the way she looked at him. With those celestial irises. Ones that gazed only at him and longed for his love. Finally, there was something that made him better than the redhead. Luciel -as he called himself- did not have her. He lacked her. This was Saeran’s biggest pride.
Therefore, he had to see her. He craved her and each second was morphing into horrifying torture as she was so close yet still unreachable. He saw her door behind one of the believers and frowned as he coughed again. This pain was pulling him to death. At this rate, this would kill him.
- Out of my way! He barked to the people in front of him as he almost pushed one to make his order clear.
Could they not tell he could hear them whispering profanities against him just as he passed them? Nobody liked Saeran. But it was fine as long as he had her. He only needed her.
Without forewarning, he entered her room, closing the door violently behind him as he choked again.
- Ray…?
What a soft sound it was. And what a cure he felt as her voice reached his ears. He opened his eyes again and they were greeted by her ethereal vision. She looked like a painting, her body embraced by the window frame that filtered flowers’ colors, stars and moonlight. But all this contemplation was good for his mind mate. What Unknown needed was action.
He smiled as he realized he could finally do anything he wished for and the eerie chuckle he made could have sent her shivers if she was not so attracted to him.
- I am not going to be as gentle as him. But do not worry… I will please you like a princess.
He made his way towards her, leaving his jacket on the floor before gripping her waist and pressing hot lips on hers. An unexpected growl escaped from him and he kissed her harder. No matter if this was his first kiss, he was so eager it seemed he knew exactly what he was doing.
An instant later, he felt her small hands touching his torso and he cracked a mischievous smile, thinking she was giving in to him and his fantasies. But she gently pushed him and gave him a concerned look.
- Ray, you do not look so good. You are sweating and your heat is burning. How long have you been in this state?
Ray, Ray, Ray. That was the only name she had on her tongue. It was the marshmallow who decided of it and he wanted to hear something else.
As she guided him so he would seat at the edge of her bed, he took her wrist in his hand and dragged her between his thighs.
- Do not call me by this name, he ordered sorely.
She did not seem to understand but it was logical since he never took the opportunity of telling her about him. It even was the first time she was meeting Unknown.
- What should I call you then?
Her words were only a whisper as he glanced into her eyes. She had such beautiful ones. He could get lost in them and if this happened he would make the wish to never find his way out. His fingers brushed against her nape and he pulled her closer to leave wet kisses on her neck.
Almost solemnly, for he was telling her one of his deepest secrets, he murmured against her skin.
- Saeran.
After a moment of silence, as she was only panting because of his touch, she finally released his real name, moaning it oh-so softly. Immediately, he snarled as he went to her parted lips again. How he hated this name. But it felt so right coming from her.
His free hand went underneath her dress. But just as he was commending her to sit on him, she slowly shoved him off making him inadequately angry. He could not place a word, however, since he started coughing insanely just as he opened his mouth to speak.
While he did, she placed her arms around his head and invited him to rest against her.
He would have retorted. He wanted to. But he felt so sick. He felt so tired. And he suddenly realized this hug was far better than anything else. Because it was real, with the kindest purpose.
- Help me take my pain away…
The almost silent plead of a tormented grown up child. He looked so fragile. Maybe he truly was. Like this, he felt like a porcelain doll. Who could hold any bad thoughts towards him? Who could dare making him suffer? He deserved to find his own salvation.
She cuddled his hair for a few minutes as he progressively relaxed in her embrace. Would she really stay by his side? Why was he so afraid of her farewell when it seemed she wanted to be with him? Ray, that idiot who failed their plan against RFA for an unfounded fear. But even Unknown was anxious. Because if Ray loved her, it meant he did too and this love was invading his mind to a point where it became his reason to live. She was his Paradise.
With the delicateness of a feather, she invited him to lay with the pillows before taking him in her arms once again.
- Rest up Saeran… No matter what, I am not leaving you.
Drifting slowly into a blissful sleep, the headache long gone, he smiled with the simplest sincerity.
For she was the one who could help him heal his sick and pained heart.
Pairing: Jihyun(V) x reader/MC.
Genre: Comedy, Romance.
Plot: (Y/n) broke up with her boyfriend. One night, she gets drunk with friends and, on her way home, she meets Jihyun. She gets confused and believe they are on a date. But because she is afraid that he would hurt her, she decides to play by the heartbreaker rules. And it is dramatic.
Disclaimer: Drunk MC.
A/N: Please, drink with moderation♥ I do not know how I came up with this scenario.
High heels made her presence sophisticated, attractive, as they could be heard anywhere she wandered. Nevertheless, she sighed as she stumbled, frustrated fingers brushing her hair as a response of incoherence. Her mind was already a chaotic mess and now, as if it was not enough, her stomach was indisposed. If she began throwing up, she had no idea if it would be her dinner or her heart that would come out. Really, she had drunk too much in the hopes of moving on. So many fishes in the sea, they said? She was still far from agreeing with that ridiculous statement.
Aquamarine locks flied in the air as the doors of the metro opened, welcoming the cold wind of autumn. Beautiful ocean eyes were glued onto the tiny screen of the camera he had in hands, struggling to discern the image as he was trying to judge if it came out as he had originally desired. To be honest, more than a decent capacity of sight, he needed inspiration. Something that would excite him, give him the flame he lacked to create art again. Deep down, he hoped he could fall in love again, for he knew he only felt alive when being in love and devoting himself to the person his heart claimed. Speaking of which, just as if his prayers were granted, his intact sense of hearing favored him with the distinct sound of unstable heels and he turn his head only to be greeted by the sight of a drunk young woman trying to proceed her way to the vacant sit next to his. He grew worried as she came closer, therefore aware that she looked as drunk as the scent and gait suggested. But before he could offer his help, she fell onto the sit, jolting his shoulder before moaning a vague apology as she flunked to meet his face. A hiccup shook her upper body and she sighed once more before bumping her occipital against the glass behind her in an attempted to rest for a while.
The photographer slid his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, allowing the gesture since there was not enough light to hurt his cornea and stayed silent for a moment, taking her full frame in a sense of true appreciation of art. He though she was beautiful. No. Mesmerizing. His eyes cuddled her bare thighs, followed by her modest breast, soft neck, perfectly sculpted jawline and the cutest nose he ever saw. How he had wished to photograph her right in the instant. Even drunkenness suited her as it left her cheeks in an adorable strawberry tint. She was a piece of art on her own and he longed to immortalize her existence.
Air left in between her parted lips for the hundredth time already and she soon fell asleep, alcohol crushing her brain for some non-restorative sleep. In a matter of minutes, after being swung from left to right a dozen times, her head fell on the shoulder of the man at her other side. The stranger grimaced, impatience giving him allures of a apathetic human being. He was about to jerk her off, not giving a care about her deplorable state, but Jihyun pre-empted his rudeness and gently shifted her head so she would be resting on his own shoulder.
Innocently and obviously still napping, she took his arm in between hers and snuggled closer to him. Almost a millisecond later, his face went hotter and he pulled his sunglasses back up as if it could have hidden his reaction.
Following this event, he decided to close his eyes for a moment too. When he opened them again, he found himself being scouted by a pair of hypnotizing iris. For how long had she been watching him? But, as he adjusted mechanically his glasses again, she smiled coyly and went back to rest on his deltoid.
Half an hour later, he arrived at his station. What was he supposed to do? He was concerned enough that her friends let her leave alone so he, obviously, could not do the same. Even if he knew nothing about her.
With that conclusion in mind, he mildly shook her hand on his lap, causing her to yawn in response and look back at him with half closed eyes.
- We should get off here.
She scanned her surroundings and got up with him, clearly not aware of the situation in which she found herself. How could she binge drinking so much she could not even comprehend what was happening? Thankfully, he was the one she met before anything bad could occur.
After walking for a few minutes side to side in a surprisingly peaceful silence, he discerned the lights of a taxi and was about to call for it when the girl clung on his lifted arm to pull it down. She was not pleased by his gesture and her entire face transformed into a moody winsome expression.
- You cannot leave me now.
Her actions made him look at her with astonished eyes. He really had to call a cab for her but, if she was being stubborn, maybe sending her home alone was a bad idea. Against all ethics, he decided that she would be safer at his house and headed in that direction.
On the road, a grin was plastered on his face while she was playing a game on her own, failing to walk only on the lines even if she was seriously trying to. Sometimes, he had to catch her hand to prevent her from falling and, in the mist of confession, he felt like a knight next to her. But she was more charming than a princess.
Anyways, they managed to reach the apartment building and (y/n) stopped abruptly at the door, making Jihyun wonder if she finally realized where she was, only to be shut by her next move.
Her fingers adjusted the collar of his coat as she bit her lip in reflection.
- Thank you for tonight.
Her voice was low, hinting an attempt in being seductive and Jihyun had to refrain a laughter since it was evident that she could not remember a thing but tried to fake it.
What happened next though, left him speechless. There she was, softly kissing him as if for rewarding him after her statement. Unconsciously, his hand took shelter on her waist. He was far more enjoying the kiss than he would have expected. But she was also drunk so he knew where to stop his pleasure.
They parted briefly after, Jihyun still being light-headed and secretly admitting he wanted more of it. Resulting in self-awareness and shame for his mental behavior. He could definitely not get attached to her.
She headed to the door before gasping loudly. She could have understood her situation now, right? No. She complained that she could not remember the passcode and chose to press on the bells of every name figuring next to the lock pad, claiming that some neighbor would help her.
He ran to her and opened the door quickly before anyone could see who made a ruckus in the middle of the night.
When they entered his apartment, she threw her heels in the void and took a few steps as she scanned the place.
- I do not remember having such a cool home. I am so drunk.
At least, she knew it.
He was about to enter his living room when she turned around to face him and chuckled.
- You know I am not going to have sex with you tonight, right?
Well, she was not blunted with her words. That was for sure. Fortunately, that was not his plan either so any misunderstanding was out of the way for now and he could calm his concerns a bit.
- I know, I will sleep on the couch.
He believed she would have a better rest if she slept in comfort so he had no problem in letting her sleep in his bed. Therefore, he smiled politely and headed to the bedroom so he could take extra sheets for himself.
She followed closely and sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed, watched him as he opened a closet and took out two blankets.
- You are a gentleman, I appreciate that.
She gestured him to come closer and, when he did, she pulled him so he tripped and landed on her. Not wasting a second, she kissed him once more. This time, running her phalanges in his azure hair.
It took him a moment to restart his brain and, in the meantime, he kissed her too, leaving the mark of a burning desire on her cold lips. She was toying with him, he could see that. It seemed as if she wanted him to desire her just so that she could reject him afterward. The possibility that she drank to forget a boyfriend came in his mind and he felt sad for her.
But when he came back to his senses, he got straight up and, for once, was pleased to be on his way to blindness because she looked way too desirable in this position and it would have been worse if he could have seen her clearly. She definitely got what she wanted out of him.
- I should leave you to sleep before doing things that might trouble you… Good night.
With that said, he fled out of the bedroom and headed straight to his living room, forgetting the blankets he left behind and never thinking about them again for the rest of the night.
A couple of hours later, he was still struggling to fall asleep. Disrupted by her presence, he got up and took his phone to look at the weather for the next day. He was being selfish, he knew it, but maybe he could photograph her. He was aware he might want more after getting to know her but he would think about that risk later. For now, he only wanted to do, with her, the only thing he was good at.
After putting his phone down, he pondered which camera he should take and got lost in the process of deciding which type of photo would suit her best. That was the only thought that finally relaxed him enough to drift off in the arms of Morpheus and have a quiet night for once.
The next morning, he heard a scream followed by rushing footsteps and smiled kindly, keeping his amusement once again to himself, as the girl froze when she entered the room and saw him making breakfast.
- I am so sorry, she said. I broke up with my boyfriend and my friends thought it would be great for me to have fun, so I ended up drunk and at some point, I thought we were on a date and I did not want you to play with me so I decided to play with you instead but you were so kind and hot and now I feel bad… Oh my god, I am so sorry, I will leave now. Thank you for letting me stay.
How could a human speak so fast and without taking any breath? Her face was hot red and her gaze was glued to her agitated fingers. She was in a really embarrassing position but it only made her look cuter, to be honest. He forced himself to stay calm instead of cracking an entertained smile and served the pancakes in a plate. He assuredly heard her calling him ‘hot’. This made his day.
- There is no need to be worried. Take a seat, I made breakfast and there is medicine for your hangover.
He placed the plate on the empty spot in front of her and took his own as she sat nervously, muttering a shy thank you. As she did not seem to have hesitated in staying, he took this as a good sign and seize the opportunity right away.
- Now that you are sober… Do you have something planned for today?
i don’t know about you but i can see dahyun being kinda awkward when she likes someone
she’s just so outwardly dorky in casual settings i can only imagine she would present herself differently if she felt for one person a different way than she did most other people around her
not like she’d be totally shy. i think she’d still be friendly like she normally is, but i can see her adding in an awkward laugh or looking kind of stiff.
and it would probably catch your attention because... well.... she’s so darn friendly and open all the time.
but i mean thinking about it it’s kinda cute on her so who cares
once she knows you like her back though there’ll be a huge weight lifted off her shoulders
cause at first she thought you definitely didn’t like her and then there was a grey period where she wasn’t sure but now it’s all good
she would just lock arms with you a lot.... nerd
she seems like the type who would love to do mundane tasks with people she likes like
you need to go to the grocery store? let me come with you!
you’re making a salad for your mother’s party this weekend? i’ll help! i love your company
cause she’s just such a cinnamon roll but we could go on about that all day
i’m not sure how affectionate she’d be in front of other people like her members but she seems like she’d be more affectionate in private
i can just see her on the couch with her s/o watching something and then leaning her head on their shoulder and grabbing their arm
and maybe even falling asleep fhusdhg how cute ;___;
she probably sends you those memey “i love you” youtube videos that you’re supposed to send to someone you love
that’s so dahyun-oriented she has to do it at least once
“hey i came up with a really funny pick up line wanna hear it”
“uh-”
“okay here goes”
watching a season of the fresh prince of bel air and calling it a date
oh one thing i imagine is true.... i don’t see dahyun as being a jealous significant other. is that just me?
i feel like she feels secure with your relationship as long as you do
she lets you have your space and you let her have hers, and she has a busy schedule of course but you never have to worry about not being a priority
girlfriend!dahyun is... not overly romantic.... but not boring. definitely not boring.
it’s mostly like being her friend except you know that she likes you from her little common tendencies
like when she sits next to you on the couch instead of in the chair perpendicular to it, or when she grabs your hand and wants to go with you wherever you’re going, or when she brightly asks you how your day was over skype, or all the other things that she only does for you 100% of the time
