#like…. since this thought popped into my head 20 mins ago i have been chuckling to myself

[phin-tastic]

after what i would simply call an epiphany; i have created my magnum opus in terms of picture editing

i’m presenting you:

the narrator’s updated power animal

here’s them together

[choking-on-tae]

ATEEZ Reaction To: Going out with their S.O at 3 am because they can't sleep

Anon: Hi hi!! I've been having trouble sleeping lately and I was wondering if you'd want to write some reactions or scenarios for Ateez and their S/O being unable to sleep so they go out and have some cute fun like going to get food, taking walks or going to the park at like 3am and playing music and just generally having late night fun! If not that's okay too! 💕

-🪶

A/N: This is so relatable. I mean I need someone like this in my life and I think everyone does. Mentions of insomnia (obviously).This might be quite long.. As usual gifs aren't mine and credits to the rightful owners! x

Seonghwa

When Seongwa feels you turning for what feels like the 100th time he lets out a deep sigh as he sits up. Running his fingers through his hair as he turns to you. "Okay, we're going out."

You peek your head out from under the covers as you look at him. Eyebrow raised as you try to figure out if he's joking or not. "What do you mean?"

Seonghwa leans down until his face is mere inches away from yours as he says, "This obviously isn't working. And you can stay like this until it's time to get up only getting more frustrated, or we can actually do something fun."

You sit up straight as you push away the covers, letting out a soft yawn as you stretch your arms. "Okay, that seems like a good idea."

Seonghwa smiles as quickly gets dressed, you doing the same as you go outside. You've always loved going out in the middle of the night but don't do it on your own because it can be quite dangerous, but with Seonghwa you feel safe. Seonghwa takes your hand in his own as you two reach the center of the city.

Despite it being 3 am there's still a lot of people on the streets, which makes you feel more at ease. Seonghwa seems to notice as he watches you with a fond smile on his face. Not even 10 minutes later you pass by an arcade and Seonghwa's eyes lit up. You chuckle softly at his reaction as you pull him inside, getting some coins to use the machines as you make your way towards the claw machine.

Seonghwa watches with big eyes as you grab the remote and start to move it towards the plushie you've your eyes on. To your surprise the claw latches on and lifts up the plushie, bringing it to the hole as it falls throught.

Both of you scream in excitement as you grab the plushie, looking at it with a fond smile on your face before looking at your boyfriend. Seonghwa looks at the plushie the same way so you hand the plushie to him. His eyes widen as he tilts his head in confusion. "Wha-" "This is for you Hwa."

His lips spread into a bright smile as his eyes sparkle, looking at you full of love as he takes the plushie from you. He pulls you closer as he wraps his arms around you. Resting his head on your shoulder as he leans in to press a kiss against your temple. "Thank you sweetheart. It's so cute."

You turn your head slightly to be able to kiss him as you feel your heart flutter. "It's my thank you for taking me out. I really enjoy nights like this."

Now it's Seonghwa's turn to blush as he feels his heart flutter, placing his hand on your jaw as he pulls you in for another kiss. "You're welcome love. I really enjoy spending time with you like this."

Hongjoong

Hongjoong frowns when he sees your name lighting up his screen. He looks at the clock to check the time only to see it's 3 am. You're not supposed to be awake so he's surprised to see you calling him.

"Baby? Why are you calling me at this hour?"

"I can't sleep..."

Hongjoong feels his chest tighten as he hears your sleepy voice. You must be really tired. He rubs his face as he shuts down his laptop, this can wait. "Get dressed. I'll be there in 20."

He says, not waiting for your response as he hangs up, grabbing his things and walking out of the studio. Not even 20 minutes later he's knocking on your door. You open it, fully stressed but undoubtedly tired. Hongjoong pouts softly as he takes your hand in his. You lock the door behind you as you walk out of the building.

"So, where are we going?"

Hongjoong only smiles in response as he shakes his head. "You'll see."

The two of you walk around until you arrive at your favorite convenience store. The one that always has your favorite ice creams. You squeal in excitement as you run in, dragging your boyfriend with you as you stand over the freezer.

"I want this one! Which one do you want?" You ask, a bright smile prominent on your face as you wait for his answer.

Hongjoong leans over the freezer as his eyes land on one. "That one."

You nod as you open the freezer, taking out both ice creams as you make your way to the cashier. Hongjoong pays for the ice creams as you two sit down at a table.

"I was gonna pay.." You pout, staring at your boyfriend as you rip the packaging.

"I know, but since I took you out I wanted to pay." He says, flashing you his bright smile as he leans across the table to kiss your nose.

You giggle as it tickles as you feel your cheeks heating up. "Ah you're so cute when you blush!"

Now you're full on hiding your face behind your hands as Hongjoong's laugh echoes through the empty store. He leans across the table again as he removes your hands from your face, looking into your eyes as he smiles at you.

"You don't have to be shy baby. I think you're really cute like this. Even when you're dressed in comfortable clothes and not wearing any makeup I think you're beautiful."

Yunho

Yunho knows you've been struggling with insomnia a lot these days so he isn't surprised to see your name popping up on his screen. He just finished his schedule and was about to go home when he reads your message.

"Are you still in the studio? x"

He smiles softly as he reads your message, quickly replying that he's picking you up as he gathers his things. Not too long after he's standing in front of your door. Soon you open it, wearing one of his large hoodies he's given to you not too long ago. Yunho can't help but smile as he notices how cute you look. Unable to resist he pulls you in for a tight hug, resting his chin on top of your head as he gently sways you back and forth.

"You always look so cute in my clothes. Anyways, are you ready to have some fun?"

"Aren't you tired? You should sleep Yunho. Don't you have a sche-"

"-No I don't. I'm free tomorrow so let's have fun."

He says, grabbing your arm and dragging you with him. You chuckle softly as you follow your boyfriend to his car. Not even 10 minutes later you arrive at your favorite ice cream shop. The mean reasons it's your favorite is because of the insane amount of flavors, and the fact that it's open late at night.

Yunho parks the car as you two get out, making your way inside and ordering your favorite flavors. You're about to sit down when Yunho stops you. "There's a cute park nearby. I thought that maybe we could go for a walk while we eat our ice creams?"

"Yeah that seems like a good idea." You say, a bright smile evident on your face as you walk out of the shop and into the park.

You've always wanted to go to this particular park at night, but were always scared to do so because it's dark and could be unsafe. With Yunho by your side you don't feel scared at all and admire the beauty of the trees. There's a lot of stars in the sky that light up the park beautifully as you're walking through it. Your fingers laced with Yunho's as you enjoy your ice cream.

Yeosang

One thing you and Yeosang share is your love for food, so when you couldn't sleep he thought the perfect thing to do would be going out for chicken, so you did. You sit down in your regular seat as Yeosang moves to sit down next to you instead of sitting across from you. You raise your eyebrow in question when he flashes you a warm smile.

"I just want to be close to you."

You nod in agreement as you feel him wrapping his arm around your shoulder. The waiter comes up to you to take your order as you order some drinks as well. This wasn't the first time you went out to have chicken at 3 am. Since you've been having a lot of sleepless nights lately and Yeosang comes back late from his schedule a lot lately so you've come up with this solution.

Yeosang smiles fondly at you as the chicken arrives. Both of you are practically salivating as you reach for your chopsticks, grabbing a drumstick and taking a bite. You hum as you taste the delicious chicken. Yeosang chuckles as he too grabs a drumstick and takes a bite. His reaction is pretty similar to yours as a bright smile spreads across his face.

You chuckle when you see a drop of sauce on the corner of his lips and grab a napkin, wiping it away as Yeosang blushes softly. A deep giggle escaping his lips as he feels a little embarrassed. "It's fine! I know you're a messy eater."

Now both of you are laughing as you stare at each other lovingly. "Thank you for keeping me company when I can't sleep."

"Of course baby. I would never say no to chicken. And if I can eat it with you it's even more perfect."

You gently hit his chest at his cheesy words as you feel your face heat up. Yeosang feels his heart warm as he pulls you closer, feeding you another piece of chicken before grabbing one for himself. It's little moments like that that he cherishes the most. One on one time in the middle of the night at your favorite restaurant. It couldn't be more perfect than that.

San

There's two things that always make you feel better when you can't sleep. 1: Music. 2: San. So why not combine both? You texted San asking if he's still at the company while you get ready. Not even 5 minutes later you heard your phone beep. When you check it you see it's San saying that he'll be done in 30 min. Perfect. You grab your keys as you make your way to the company.

As you arrive you spot San already waiting for you. He smiles brightly as soon as he sees you and runs up to you, wrapping his arms around you as he holds you close.

"I missed you." He says, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he tightens his grip on you. You chuckle softly as you gently rub his back, pressing your face against his collarbone.

"I missed you too Sannie, that's why I wanted to see you."

San smiles brightly as he pulls back enough to be able to look at you. "Let's go, shall we?"

San nods as he takes your hand in his, pulling you with him as you enter the park. The two of you walk in silence for a bit until you reach a bench and sit down. San pulls out his earbuds as he hands one to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he starts a playlist.

You rest your head against his as you listen to the music. San's hand finding yours as you hold hands while listening to your favorite songs.

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out some of your favorite candy. You squeal in excitement as you grab one, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press a kiss against his cheek.

"You're the best San. Thank you."

San smiles brightly, flashing his dimples as he pops one in his own mouth. Resting his head against yours again as he stares out in front of him, getting lost in his own thoughts as he holds you close.

Mingi

Mingi pouts when he listens to you talk about how you can't sleep again. Feeling bad for you since this seems to happen more often. It's then that an idea pops into his head. "Hey baby, do you maybe wanna go get some food?"

He hears you hesitate for a moment before agreeing. "Okay. I can't sleep anyways so why not."

Mingi smiles as he hangs up, quickly getting ready to meet you at the restaurant. He only has to wait for 5 minutes before he sees you walking towards him, a tired but bright smile spread across your face as you instantly hug him once you're close enough.

Mingi chuckles softly as he holds you tightly. Resting his chin on your shoulder as he just holds you for a bit. Happy to have you in his arms again as it's been a while since he last saw you. Mingi pulls away just enough to be able to look at you and leans down to press a kiss against your forehead.

"Let's go in, hm?"

You nod as you take his hand in yours, pulling him inside as you sit down at a table next to the window so you're able to look over the city while eating. Mingi grabs the menu as he looks over it, checking to see if they still have the special from last week. Thankfully they do. Mingi smiles brightly as he looks at you, pointing at it on the menu as your eyes land on.

"Oh my god they still have it? Let's get that!"

Mingi smiles brightly as he places the order. While you wait for your food to arrive Mingi leans across the table to take your hands in his as he stares at you with a fond smile on his face.

"You know, I hate that you're struggling to sleep lately but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy spending time with you like this. In the middle of the night when there's barely anyone, and it can just be the two of us like this."

Your heart flutters at his words as you smile brightly, unable to stop yourself from doing so as Mingi does the same. The waiter brings your food, causing you two to cheer happily as the waiter chuckles. Telling you to enjoy your meal as you thank him, quickly grabbing your spoons and digging in.

Mingi hums happily as he takes another bite. You giggle at your boyfriend's expression as you take a sip of your drink.

"Mingi." "Hm?"

You rest your chin on your hands at you look up at your boyfriend, a bright smile on your face as you say, "Thank you for everything."

Wooyoung

Wooyoung always comes up with random ideas, so when you're unable to sleep and keep tossing and turning it seems like the perfect opportunity for something spontaneous. Wooyoung turns to face you as he pulls the covers down to be able to look at you. You open your eyes and peek up at him. "Why are you still up Woo?"

Wooyoung smiles brightly as he leans down to press a kiss against your nose. "Let's do something fun, since you can't sleep anyways."

You hum in response as you feel Wooyoung dragging you out of bed. The two of you get dressed quickly before going out. Thankfully the convenience store is still open so you stop by to get some snacks before going to the arcade. It's one of you guys' favorite places so the perfect place to go now.

Wooyoung instantly runs to his favorite game, which makes you giggle. You follow your boyfriend as you watch him throw in some coins and get ready to play against him.

Both of you watch the countdown until it gets the 0. You've a head start but it doesn't lake long before Wooyoung races past you, making you groan. Wooyoung chuckles in response as you continue racing at each other. Finally you're the one who finishes in first place. You cheer loudly as you watch Wooyoung groan.

He really wanted to win but when he sees your happy face he can't help but feel happy for you. "Good job baby."

Wooyoung hugs you tightly as you make your way over to one of the tables, getting out your snacks and munching on them. Occasionally feeding each other as giggles fill the arcade.

Jongho

Jongho is very caring and loving, so when you can't sleep he's over at your place in a heartbeat. You get out of bed and change into something more comfortable to go out. Jongho waits patiently for you to get ready as you head out to go to the park. Thankfully it's not too far from your place so it doesn't take long until you arrive. Jongho wraps his arm around your lower back as you two walk around the park. Because of a festival that's happening soon there's a lot of lanterns in the park, which makes it even more beautiful and scenic.

The vibe is much more romantic as you turn your head to give Jongho a kiss on the cheek. He blushes softly as he turns his head the other way so you won't see him blush. You're having none of it and turn his head to the other side.

"Don't hide from me! You're so cute when you blush."

Jongho blushes even more at your compliment as the two of you giggle. When you reach the middle of the park there's a bench surrounded by cherry blossoms. During the day the bench is always taken, but now it's midnight there's no one in the park.

Which means that you can finally sit on it, so you do. Jongho sits down next to you as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"This is very pretty, isn't it?" He asks, turning his head so he's looking at you.

"It is. I'm very glad we came here." You say, resting your head on his shoulder as you snuggle closer to him.

"So am I, thank you for coming with me. And if you can't sleep again at night, let's come here again. I really like spending time with you like this when there's no other people there to interrupt is."

[bangtanloverboys]

indented fingertips // myg

summary: you don't know much about your roommate, min yoongi. until one day you come home to see him strumming away at a guitar, maybe he could give you a lesson?

pairing - rooommate!min yoongi x female!reader

genre - fluff; roommate au

word count - 2.2k

warning - nothing

author’s note - this is fic is dedicated to the lovely @cinnaminsvga for the @btsghostiewritersnet​ holiday fic exchange! this was a bit of a challenge as i have absolutely no idea how to play the guitar thus i don’t know proper instructions but! i gave it my best shot and i hope you enjoy it!!

“Yoongi, I’m back!” You announced as you shut the door to your apartment. As you were pulling off your muddy shoes, you could hear the pitter-patter of rain against the windows accompanied by light strumming of a guitar. “Yoongi?” You called out as you made your way towards the music. You followed it until you were standing in front of the door of Yoongi’s room, the door cracked open a bit ever so slightly.

Peaking in, there your roommate sat on his bed, his back facing you, strumming away on a black guitar. Needless to say, you were a bit surprised. You didn’t know he could play! Then again, you didn’t know a lot about him since he moved in a few months back. Your mutual friend Seokjin introduced you to each other after you said you needed a roommate, and Yoongi to his word was the perfect roommate. He generally liked to keep to himself, which was nice considering you liked the quiet. But at the same time, you felt like you were living with a stranger. 

You watched in silence as he continued to strum at his guitar. Listening closely, you realized that you didn’t recognize it. Did he write his own music? What else wasn’t he telling you? You swung your head side to side as he continued to play, only freezing when he stopped playing. He repositioned his hands on the neck of the guitar before strumming again, letting out a couple small hums as he tried to get the note just right. He must be composing, you thought to yourself. 

You wanted to step in and talk to him about it, maybe learn a little more about him. But there was something itching you at the back of your mind, something Seokjin told you when Yoongi decided to move in, and that was not to disturb him while sleeping or working. You assumed working meant like work related stuff, this is what he must have meant. Biting your cheek, you silently began to tiptoe to your room. You wonder why he’s never told you, but then again, he doesn’t tell you much about himself. All you pretty much knew about him was he worked in accounting, is really cute, and apparently plays the guitar. 

As you shed your day clothes and change into some sweats, you can still hear him faintly playing though the wall. It brings a smile to your face, learning something new about your roommate. Once dressed, you made your way out to the living room and turned on the television. The faint sound of Yoongi playing ceased as you started to scroll through the service, looking for something to watch. As you clicked on an old comedy special, you heard footsteps come down the hall. 

“Hey Yoon,” you said nonchalantly as he appeared in your vision.

“H-hey, when did you get home?” He asked, scratching the back of his head.

“Few minutes ago,” you shrugged as the comedian was announced and walked on stage, “Just started this. Wanna join?”

“I’m good. . .” he responded as his hand dropped to his side, “Did you-” A loud clap of thunder interrupted him, the lights and the television going dark. 

“Ah shit,” you groaned. Looking at Yoongi, who looked mildly relieved yet at the same time annoyed at the inconvenience of the powering going out. “How long do you think the power is gonna be out?”

“Uhh, I don’t know. Couple hours maybe?” He sighed as he looked around. “Do we have any candles or anything?”

“Uh, should have a few in my room, hang on.” You pushed yourself off the sofa and trudged your room, pulling off the candles from your desk. As you made your way back to the living room, Yoongi seemed to have pulled out other candles from their long forgotten hiding spots, lighting them and placing them sporadically around the room. He handed you the lighter as you walked over to him, lighting the candles as you placed them down on the table. 

The room was filled with conflicted scents of different types of fruits and woods; a strange combination, but not all too bad as both you and Yoongi sat down on the couch. The continuous sound of rain was the only noise as the two of you sat in silence, unsure of what to do next. 

“So. . .” You started, “Any ideas to pass the time?”

“I uh, I don’t know.” He mumbled, as his gaze fell down to his hands, picking at his nails. 

“How about 20 questions?” You proposed, a way to pass the time and might as well use it as an excuse to get to know your roommate a little more. He gave a meek shrug, signalling to you that it wasn’t a no. Turning in your seat to face him, you clasped your hands together, “Okay. What’s your favorite type of cake?”

He looked at you with a confused look on his face before responding with, “Chocolate?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

“I don’t know, I’m not really picky when it comes to cake.” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in confusion. 

“Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to press, I guess.” You murmured, “It’s your turn.”

Letting out a huff, Yoongi turned in his seat to face you. His tongue in cheek as he thought of a question to ask. “Uh, what’s your favorite. . .book?”

“It’s Frankestien.” You answered. You caught an interested glimmer in his eye, so you continued to talk about it. “I like the classic monster stories, plus Mary Shelly was pretty cool too.” 

“Wow, I-I didn’t know that. I’ll make a note of that for your birthday.” He chuckled; you felt your heart flutter at the sound of his laugh.

“I- yeah, uh,” you scratched your head, trying to distract yourself from the sound of his obnoxiously cute chuckle. The only thing popping into your mind was the image of him playing the guitar, maybe now was a good time to ask him about it? “Do you- do you play any instruments?” 

“I uh,” his gaze fell down to the floor. “Yeah. . . Guitar. . .”

“Oh was that you playing earlier?” You feigned surprise. “I heard a little bit, you’re really good!”

A shy smile pulled at Yoongi’s lips, “Yeah, but I’m not that good. I’ve only been playing a few months.” His eyes avoided yours, staring at the lit candle. 

“No no no, don’t talk yourself down!” You pouted, shoving his shoulder a bit. “From what I heard, you’re really good.” 

“You’re just saying that,” he waved you off. “Anyways. . .what about you? Do you play anything?” He asked, diverting the conversation onto you. 

“No, I don’t.” You answered, but then it hit you, a brilliant idea. “Maybe you can teach me!”

“Teach you?!” Yoongi was baffled at your statement. “No, I could never, I’m-I’m not that good of a teacher.” He shied away from you once again.

“Come on, Yoongi.” You pursed your lip out in a pout, “Please! What else are we gonna do until the power comes on?!”

“Fine, I guess,” he muttered as pushed himself off the couch to go grab his guitar. You let out a small cheer as he reappeared with the instrument at hand. “I only know how to play Highway to Hell, Brown Eyed Girl, and an IU song. Which do you wanna learn?”

“Could I learn the one you were playing earlier?” 

Yoongi’s cheeks reddened at your question, “That-that’s uh, that’s an unfinished song. . .”

“Teach it to me? Please?” You pleaded, clasping your hands together in an effort to make yourself look more convincing. “Just the chorus?”

“Mmm, fine.” He exhaled as he positioned the guitar in his arms. “First, the basic chords are E,” he positioned his fingers on the neck then he strummed. “A.” He moved his fingers again then strummed the note. He proceeded to show you the rest of the basic notes, making sure you pay extra close attention to the placement of his fingers. Once the basic introduction was over, he began to demonstrate his song’s chorus. “It goes, two strums of D,” he strummed, “two strums of C,” he strummed again, “and four strums of G.” He strummed again. 

“Alright, seems easy enough.” You were impressed, it sounded pretty good. Okay more than pretty good, it was great! Yoongi was really talented, if he ever decided to put his music out no doubt you were gonna be the first to download it. “Let me try now.”

Yoongi handed the guitar to you and you mimicked the way you saw him hold the instrument, there was a twinge in his eyes as he saw you hold it, but he didn’t say anything. “Okay, fingers to the D chord position.” He instructed, you placed your fingers on the neck, your fingers looking close to how Yoongi positioned his. You looked to him, silently asking if the placement was correct; he nodded, giving you a tight smile. “Good, now two strums.” You did as you were told, it didn’t sound quite the same as how Yoongi did. From the look on Yoongi’s face, he noticed it too, yet he didn’t say anything again. “That was good. . . now two strums of C.” You repositioned your fingers again and yet again it didn’t sound the same. 

“Are you sure I’m doing this right?” You questioned.

“Yeah, you’re doing fine.” He assured you, but there was that same twinge in his eyes. He knew it wasn’t right, why wasn’t he correcting you? “Now four strums of G.”

Deciding to test his honesty, you placed your fingers in a position that definitely wasn’t the G chord and strummed 4 times. You watched as Yoongi visibly flinched at the sound, yet remained smiling at you. “How was that?”

“Great, you did. . . awesome.” He said as he gave you a thumbs up.

“Yoongii,” you whined. “You know that wasn’t right! How am I supposed to learn if you don’t help me properly.” 

“I just, uh, fine.” He scooted closer to you, taking your fingers in his hands and repositioning your fingers on the neck. “That’s the D chord, strum.” You did so and it sounded a lot better than your first shot. He repositioned your fingers again, “C chord.” You strummed twice more, you watched as Yoongi’s lips pulled into a smile. “Good, good. Okay and this is the G chord.” He moved your fingers once more and let you play the chord and it sounded almost like how he did it! “Great! Now do it all together slowly.”

Carefully examining your positioning again, you began again. Despite the long pauses between the notes as you tried to place your fingers in the correct places again, it sounded pretty good! Not as good as Yoongi’s playing, but it was still good! “I did it!”

“Think you can speed it up a bit?” He asked, his smile growing wider.

“Let’s give it a shot,” you straightened your shoulders as you moved your fingers back to the D chord. But apparently it wasn’t quite right as Yoongi stopped your hand before you moved to play.

“Sorry, just, your finger should be right,.” He with his thumb and pointer finger, he lightly pushed your finger a bit to the side, “here.” He pulled away with a grin on his face. “Now play.”

And so you did. With Yoongi’s help, you managed to play the chorus of his song pretty okay. After a while though, your fingers began to ache so you decided to stop, handing the guitar back over to Yoongi. You thought he was going to take it back to his room, but instead he started playing a melody that you barely recognized. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, you watched Yoongi play; the light of the candles illuminating the outline of his face. Neither of you said anything, the only noise that was heard was the sound of the rain, the crinkling of candles, and the sound of Yoongi’s guitar. 

As he played on, you felt yourself grow more relaxed. You slowly started to shut your eyes, but as you did, the lights blinked back on. Yoongi ceased his playing as the TV blared to life again, the comedy special overpowering the sound of his music anyways. Sitting up, you grabbed the remote and turned off the television. “Thank you, for teaching me. And-and playing in general, you’re really good.”

He slipped the guitar from his lap, leaning it against the couch. “I’m still just trying to learn and work on the song, it’s nowhere near finished-”

“Yoongi,” you placed your hand on his shoulder, “it’s gonna be great. I know it.”

He relaxed under your touch and smiled at you, his cheeks flushing. “Thank you, Y/N.” 

“It’s no problem,” you returned the smile. Feeling a little bold, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks again for the lesson.” Yoongi tensed up at the affection as you leaned back. “Maybe I can teach you something in return, like bracelet making. I don’t know.” You laughed, maybe it wasn’t an equal type of lesson as a guitar one but it was the only thing you could remember from sleep away camp. 

“Yeah-” His voice came out in a squeak, clearing his throat before he spoke again, “Yeah, that. . . sounds good!” He spoke as he rose to stand. “I’m uh, I’m gonna go put this away now.” With that, he picked up his guitar and scurried away towards his room. 

You chuckled as he left, heart feeling full after having a small bonding session with him. You were happy that you finally got to know Yoongi a bit more, with any luck you’ll get even closer.

[alpacaparkaseok]

Mine

5. Draw me like one of your French girls

Genre: Min Yoongi x oc

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.3k

At this point, I’m seriously considering commissioning my own fanart.

It all started the next morning at our first press release. Somebody had the bright idea to show me some fanart that’s been rolling in the past few weeks of a certain k-pop rapper and I. Not gonna lie...we look good together.

Too good.

Then again, everything about Min Yoongi has seemed pretty good since I woke up to a couple more texts from him this morning. I passed out after his late-night/early morning apology, but he sent another text not long after.

4:32 MYG: So does this mean I’m forgiven? Bong-cha made it sound like you enjoy holding grudges.

9:02 MYG: Morning. I hope everything goes well with you today...is it alright if I keep texting you?

9:02 MYG: Just so I can keep tabs on everything. I don’t want this to get too out of hand for you.

Obviously the poor man is just as worried about all of this as I am. I couldn’t help but give a sleepy chuckle when I woke up to his messages.

So far, I’ve done a wonderful job of ignoring how nice it felt to wake up to a good morning text.

I’ve also done a great job at keeping calm and breezing past any weird questions from the current press conference I’m in. That is, until a Korean reporter (I have a hunch they’re from Dispatch) pipes up not only with a question, but with visual aids!

“Cara, do you mind if I ask you a question? Would you like a translator?”

Reminding myself to be gracious and kind, I shake my head. “Go ahead. I should be alright without a translator, thank you.”

The reporter nods, shuffling forward until they pull a paper out of their file in hand. She gives me a sickly smile, passing the paper up to our security guard who does me the honor of bringing it right to my outstretched palm.

“This is one of the newest renderings, I was just wondering how you have been feeling about this entire situation?”

I already guessed what this was going to be about, but the picture in my hand confirms it.

It’s fanart.

To be honest, it’s very well done. It’s a watercolor, the artist placed us walking along a rainy sidewalk. Hand in hand, Yoongi’s gummy smile on full display while I look down at my toes.

Sebastian whistles beside me, clearly as in awe of the artwork as I am. Before me the reporter still wears her smile, waiting for a response. I pass the paper down the line, allowing Rhea to get a chance to admire the fanart.

Maybe it’s the boost of confidence I received upon reading Yoongi’s text this morning that has me grinning back at the reporter with a saccharine smile.

“Did you draw this? It’s very well done.”

Not everyone can understand Korean in this press conference, but the few that do start chuckling. The reporter blanches for a moment, smile faltering.

“N-no, but if you could answer the question-”

I’m sure I look very disappointed as I look down at her. She definitely works for dispatch; she practically reeks of it. Maybe that’s what gives me the boldness I need as I realize that I’m not even her direct target; Yoongi is.

Yoongi’s nice. I don’t think she is.

“Oh, everything is going fine. Honestly, I should get in touch with this artist. They’re very talented.”

The reporter’s eyebrows flick up, sensing a new method of attack. “Were you thinking of commissioning your own?”

“Honestly, I might consider it. Maybe it’ll make my aunts quit hounding me every Thanksgiving about my love life.”

With that, the paper is handed back to the security guard, but the reporter motions for him to keep it. Confused, he hands it back to me. I turn it over so I don’t get caught staring at it during the conference. That’s the last thing Yoongi or I need right now.

As the reporter takes her seat again, I can’t help but feel a little triumphant. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

🌙

12:22 ME: I never said you were forgiven, did I?

As soon as we get out of the press conference we are ushered into a van which takes us to another interview. I figure that now is as good a time as any to text Yoongi back, seeing that this morning I woke up late and was too flustered to come up with a response.

“Who are you texting?” Sebastian asks. “Is it your friend that always calls you?”

I consider lying to him for a moment, but realize that it might actually be nice for him to know. He can keep me from being unrealistic when I start to fangirl.

He may also help me to keep that promise I silently made a while ago: to not go so easy on Yoongi. Right now, it’s proving harder than expected to dislike him.

“Nosy.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes. “You’re grinning at your phone like an idiot, that only happens when you get texts from me.”

“Ha! Right. It’s a secret...kind of. Don’t tell anyone.”

“I’ll try my best not to.”

Taking an unnecessarily big breath, I spill my secret that I’ve kept for approximately 12 hours.

“It’s Yoongi.” When there’s no immediate reaction from him, I backpedal. “Also known as Suga?”

Before Sebastian can respond the ping of my phone pulls my attention away.

12:26 MYG: Oh good, you responded. I was getting worried you were actually mad. So is it alright if I keep texting you? I don’t want to mess with your schedule.

“You’re smiling again.”

I look up to see an annoyed Sebastian Stan. He’s not very good at sharing attention, and it would appear that Yoongi is no exception.

“How strange, I didn’t realize.”

12:27 ME: That’s fine.

12:27 ME: But I am mad!!

12:28 MYG: Hahaha sure

“Cara, we’re here.” Sebastian says as he clambers out of the car. I follow after him, pocketing my phone.

There’s a few cameras outside waiting for us, but we’re able to make it inside the building without too much fuss. Once we make it into the room where we’re supposed to have one of our interviews, Sebastian pulls a paper out of his back pocket.

“What’s that?”

He smirks at me, unfolding the paper. It’s the fanart from earlier. I didn’t even realize that he’d pocketed it.

“Tell Suga I say hi, at least.” He poses with the papers just below his chin, giving the best puppy dog eyes he can muster up. It’s rather convincing, if I’m being honest.

“You weirdo,” I mumble as I snap a photo. I’m quick to send it off to Yoongi, captioning it.

12:37 ME: Sebastian says hello.

Our interviewer is just about to come into the room when I receive a response. Not having the self-restraint to put my phone away, I quickly take a look. Sebastian peers over my shoulder, curious as well.

12:40 MYG: Winter Soldier!!!

12:41 MYG: Hi. Did he draw that?

I cackle, quickly translating the message. Sebastian looks appalled. “I have better things to do than draw fanart!”

“Yeah, like write fanfiction, right?”

He grins at me. “Obviously.”

12:42 ME: No, but he says he’s writing fanfiction.

12:42 ME: We’re about to start an interview rn but I’ll tell him to send you his rough draft later. 😏

Interviews pass, and it isn’t until I’m finishing up dinner that my phone pings with another message from Yoongi. I nearly impale Sebastian with my fork as I lunge for my charging phone; he’d come into my hotel room to eat dinner with me.

“Watch it!” Sebastian grunts, shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate. We were promised lunch by Rhea earlier but it ended up just being a small snack as she was whisked away by a long-lost friend. The two of us managed to control our hunger for as long as possible, but Sebastian wasted no time calling up some food for us before we even got back to the hotel.

We barely beat the delivery boy here. He wasn’t all that surprised that we were American. Sebastian had tried out some very choppy Cantonese. What did end up surprising him was that he was delivering a meal to the Winter Soldier. I was able to sneak into my room undetected while the boy’s eyes were bugging out as Sebastian signed his hat.

“Sorry,” I mumble around my food.

9:12 MYG: I’m still waiting for the rough draft.

I translate the message to Sebastian, who cackles and promises to get started on it as soon as possible.

9:14 ME: Sorry, Sebastian said he’s still trying to write it. I’ll let you know when it’s ready!

9:15 MYG: That’s alright. I’ll be patient.

9:15 MYG: I saw a clip from your press conference today.

My stomach lurches as I realize what clip it was that he probably saw. Does he think I’m some crazy fangirl now? I mean, I might be. But he doesn’t need to know that.

9:18 ME: I didn’t get you in trouble, did I?

Sebastian notices my change in expression and shoots me a worried look. “Everything alright?” I shrug.

“Yeah...I just hope I didn’t get him in trouble with what I said at the press conference today. I think that reporter was trying to go against him somehow.”

“He’s a big boy. Did he say anything about it?”

I look back down at the messages even though I already know what he said. My stomach lurches again as I see the three little dots at the bottom of the screen.

“No, not really. He just said he saw a clip or something. He’s typing right now, though.”

9:20 MYG: I thought I was the worrier. No, you didn’t. How was the rest of your day?

“What’d he say?” Sebastian grabs our cartons of food, tossing them into the wastebasket.

“He’s just…”

“Are you blushing?!” My friend stares at me from across the room, eyes wide. “No way! You like him!”

“No! No I don’t!”

“Yes you do, don’t lie to me! You’re so into him!” Sebastians hurries back over grinning wide. “Wow, he must be a good texter.”

That really is helping my blush. “Nooo, he’s not. He’s just nice. That’s it. It’s just fun having someone nice to talk to, you know? He feels really bad about everything and - Sebastian quit it - and it’s just sweet of him to care. That’s it.”

Sebastian stops looking at me with his puppy dog eyes and leans back in his chair, a contemplative look overtaking his features. “I thought I was nice to talk to.”

I pause for a second, breath getting caught in my throat. “Y-you are. I didn’t mean it like that.”

He shakes his head, giving me an award-winning smile. “No, I know. Aren’t you going to respond?”

“Oh! Yeah!” I focus on my phone again. There’s an uneasy feeling rising in me at Sebastian’s comment, but I brush it off for now. He’s always been bad at sharing his friends. He’s the same with Anthony Mackey, I’ve seen it up close.

9:25 ME: True, I’ll let you worry. My day was good, just finished up dinner. How was yours?

“There, I-” I look up proudly only to find Sebastian’s chair empty and the door clicking shut. “...I did it.”

MYG: It was great. Got lots of work done.

MYG: Have you decided if you’re going to come to the festival or not? Also, Bong-cha says hi.

ME: Wow, she can’t even tell me herself. No respect. No, I honestly didn’t even think about it today...but I’m pretty sure we’re all going either way.

MYG: Haha she’s not happy with your comment.

MYG: She’s reading over my shoulder, I promise I’m not reading our conversation out loud. Is your director making you go?

I just miss the chance to respond as my phone lights up with an incoming call.

“Bong-cha, quit reading my conversations you little weirdo.”

“Hey, how’s it going with you? I’m great, thanks for asking.”

“Are you still in the room with everyone?”

“No, just left. You should see Yoongi right now, though.”

“Why?”

“He looks like a kid in a candy store every time he gets a text from you. It’s adorable.”

“Yah!”

My friend’s cackle soars through the phone, and I swat at the air as though I could somehow get her to stop.

“Please tell me you guys are coming to the festival.” Bong-cha’s sudden change in tone has me pausing, chewing on my lip.

“We are. Why?”

“Come stay with me!” Bong-cha shouts. I jump up, a grin already working its way onto my face. “It’ll be just like old times. And, I was looking at the schedule you sent me...there’s a couple of nights where you’re done relatively early. We could go do something fun!”

I sigh, rubbing my temples. My phone is buzzing with incoming texts, but I ignore them for now. “Yeah, that’ll be fun. I’m not sure if I can come stay with you-”

“C’mon,” Bong-cha whines. “I never get to see you anymore. We’ll make it work! Oh, I’ve gotta go, Tae brought Yeontan. But let me know!”

With that, Bong-cha cuts the line and leaves me on the other side caught between excitement at seeing my friend and dread at having to come face to face with Yoongi. Texting is one thing; but actually spending time with him?

“Just be his friend,” I mumble to myself. Settling down, I attack my food once more. The space where Sebastian sat before makes me furrow my brows.

What’s going on with him? I mean sure, we’re really good friends. But we still see each other constantly, why would he be so possessive?

It’s probably all just in my head. My phone light up with the texts I received a couple of minutes ago while I was still on the phone, and this time I physically cannot restrain the smile that comes through as I realize Yoongi is still texting me.

MYG: Really no pressure about the festival. I know Bong-cha really wants to see you, but please don’t feel like you have to come and hang out with us.

MYG: We’re not even that cool, anyways.

MYG: Are you just hanging out with Sebastian tonight??

I stare down at my phone for a moment, the smile being wiped from my face. Plopping down heavily on my bed, I close my eyes and power off my phone.

Yoongi is nice. So nice, apparently, that I can’t even tell now if he’s trying to get me to stay away. The fact is simple: he’s a nice man who has a reputation to uphold and is trying to keep everyone happy. That includes me.

He’s nice for texting me and trying to make sure I’m doing alright. Any decent human being would do that. But there’s also the fact that I’m new to this game in the spotlight and I know that I’m not going to be able to keep my feelings out of this.

I take a moment to breathe, forcing myself to push away the impending panic that sets in. This is no way to live, and I know that I’m only setting myself up for heartbreak when someday I don’t wake up to a good morning text from Yoongi.

It’s only been one day of communicating and I can already feel myself getting too attached.

Powering on my phone again, I flinch at the new texts.

9:17 MYG: Bong-cha just told me her evil plan. 😩 Did she tell you about it on the phone?

9:31 MYG: Sorry if you’re busy! Just text me back when you can. Let me know about your plans for the festival, too.

Even though I’m itching to text him back and waste away the rest of the night talking to him, there’s another more pressing matter I have to face. Quickly getting up and leaving my phone there in order to fight the temptation, I grab my room key and head a few rooms down. A quiet knock and a few seconds later and Sebastian is opening up his door.

He looks down at me warily, and I feel almost like we had a fight because of the way he’s looking at me. Emitting a loud sigh, he shakes it off and grins down at me in a way that makes me question if I even saw the previous expression at all.

“Hey,” I mumble out weakly. Moving past him into his room, he follows silently behind me.

“Hey…?”

Without another word I land face first onto his bed, the action pulling a laugh from him. Good. His laugh reminds me that this is real. This friendship is real, and Sebastian for all his annoying teasing, is a true friend.

Bong-cha is miles away and busy. She’s also biased. So Sebastian is the next best thing.

“I’m freaking out,” the pillow muffles my words but I know he hears me loud and clear. The mattress dips on one side as Sebastian settles onto it, and a moment later a hesitant hand begins kneading the flesh at my shoulders. I let out a satisfied sigh.

“What’s going on?” His tone is gentle, and the sound of it nearly tugs some tears out of my eyes.

“I’m pathetic, Sebastian.” I clutch his pillow and bury my face farther into it. “I’m so pathetic! I’ve literally never met the man before in my life, and I’ve spent the last 24 hours sending a few texts back and forth and I already feel like I’d jump off a cliff for him!”

Sebstian’s hands pause in their kneading for a fraction of a second before continuing on. “I told you you liked him.”

I turn to look at him, and again I catch that wary gaze before he drops it. “Really? ‘I told you so’? Rude. I need help, Sebastian. It’s never going to happen, he’s just being nice, and I just need to be cordial and get through this. Right?”

He nods, contemplating a bit. “Sure. He seems like a great guy. But at the end of the day, the two of you are just caught up in a weird media frenzy and that’s it. Is that what you want me to say?”

“I guess.” I huff, flipping onto my back as I stare up at the ceiling. “Why do I like him though? Am I just desperate?”

Sebastian stands up and laughs. “No way. If you were desperate you would be falling for me, not some inconvenient, crazy famous kpop star.”

Somehow his words make me laugh, the feeling easing the panic a bit. “You’re right, I guess.”

🌙

I end up passing out in Sebastian’s room only to wake up at 3 am and find myself a little too close for comfort to my co-star. Gently untangling myself from his mess of arms and legs, I sneak out of his room and back to my own.

Half-asleep and looking the part, I groan at my reflection in the mirror as I try to brush my teeth. Pointing at my reflection with my toothbrush, I give myself a pep talk.

“You are not pathetic,” pause to spit, “you’re not desperate,” rinse out the brush, “you’re just friendly. You’re practicing making new friends, and Yoongi as well as all of BTS are a part of that. That’s it.”

So when I finally settle down into my cold and very empty bed, I don’t feel very guilty sending Yoongi a late-night text. He never texted me again after the last one I saw, and I easily brush off the feeling of disappointment and replace it with relief.

3:13 ME: Yeah, we’re going. No, I have no idea what the evil plan is. Do we need to come up with a counter-plan? And sorry I never responded...I was busy annoying Sebastian and left my phone in my room. Good morning! This is payback for your late texts last night!

I fall asleep easily after that, double checking that my phone is on silent before snuggling deep down into my pillows.

Honestly, what do I even have to worry about? Everything is going great with promotions, the movie is finished and should be well received, and in a couple of days I’ll get to go see Bong-cha and make new friends!

Into the silence, I can’t help but laugh. I’m not dumb enough to believe that everything will go as planned.

Especially not as my dreams take over and the only thing I can dream of is a man in a black suit, turning around to greet me over and over again. I can never quite see his face, but somehow I know him.

Even in my unconscious state, I lie to myself and say that it’s not Min Yoongi.

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[thequeenb]

Pairings Poppy x MC

Zoe dragged me into this frat party where once again i had to see Poppy's face. I grew fond of her cruel words and her sharp glare. Everywhere i go i feel like i am being followed, that must be because everyone is so interesting in our stupid fights.

I am now sitting on a bench as the loud music consumes me. Zoe is playing beer ponk with the boys. She insisted on playing but i wasn't in the exact mood for that. Luis practically got offended saying he wants to team up with me again and kick their asses.

I chug the bitter liquor from my cup as i feel it burning my throat. What am i even doing here? Tomorrow i must grade the essays Professor Kingsley gave me. I probably drank more than i intended too but that's because of my latest encounter with Poppy.

As i stand up someone bump into me and the remaining liquor on my cup goes flying on my new shirt. Great, just what i needed. I glance up and see Veronica put her phone away looking at me apologetically. I never saw her alone without Poppy's dogs but now she looks different, more carefree

"You should really watch where you are going" she says smirking "here let me" she grabs a handful of napkins from a nearby table handing them to me

I roll my eyes "Maybe stop being on your phone that much"

Veronica chuckles sitting beside me "My followers will hate me if i do"

Wow how soothing. I try to clean the remaining alcohol knowing well it will leave a stain. I sigh running my hand through my hair, what am i supposed to say now?

"Are you here to livestream my failures or did Poppy send you?"

She looks at me skeptical and the silence is stretched out way to long "You know Poppy needs me i don't, i already have a platform"

I know well trust me. Me and Professor went through all of that a couple of weeks ago and luckily i am aware of the people around me

"Then why are you running behind her all the time?"

Veronica sighs and i can tell this question makes her uncomfortable "You dont have to tell me anything..you hate me anyways"

"I don't" she says looking at the chaotic party around us "i tried to put some sense into their heads but"

But they are a bunch of bitches threatened by a small town girl i know Veronica.

I laugh surprised at her statement "And why would i believe you?"

"I had a fight with Poppy. She wanted me to search something embarrassing about your past"

I am not surprised. Since day one Poppy has been nothing but bitter and cold towards me

She takes her phone out typing fast. Ok this girl is no joke. Finally she shoves her screen into my face and i gasp

"Oh my god delete that!" What the hell? How did she found my old account on Instagram

She laughs loudly "Gosh that selfie with the pig is amazing"

For a moment i think she will post it but she actually deletes it looking at me while typing a message. That's some skills.

"I mean no harm. I actually meant to bump into you" she takes a deep breath, her shoulders tense a little bit

"Oh really? Am i that interesting?" I chuckle as i gaze at her. She is indeed beautiful. Her hair is tied in a tight bun a little bit messy if you ask me. A lock of hair falls into her face and without realising i tuck it behind her ear

Her eyes have a hidden desire behind them as she lean in. Is this really happening? That until a loud cough bring me back to reality and of course its Chloe and Poppy

"I thought you said you are going to the bathroom not in the garbage"

I roll my eyes pulling away from Veronica who just sit up "What are you even doing with her? You know you really need to learn how to dress" Chloe says crossing her arms. She is two steps behind Poppy, her shadow basically how sad Chlo.

"Said the barbie wannabe" i stand up ready to leave when i hear Poppy clapping

"How charming Newbee thinks she is something, i can take you back to the bottom of the list but i feel to sorry for you"

Ugh yes Min-Sinclair i am so scared of you. I fight back the urge to respond to her as i head towards Zoe. She smiles warmly when she sees me

"Girl come here we are going to kick some ass!" She says excitedly passing me the ball

___

"Are you serious V you can't be seen with her in public" Chloe says looking up at Poppy for approval

Veronica rolls her eyes "Why don't you bring me a drink doggo?"

Before she can even respond Poppy waves her hand dismissively "Do that"

As she disappears they are finally alone and oh my her eyes are filled with anger

"If you felt nostalgic for the bottom food chain i can drag you there gladly"

Veronica laughs crossing her arms "What's your problem anyways, she is 20 on the rankings"

Poppy takes a step closer and i swear if this was a cartoon smoke would come out from her ears "Listen here you stupid cow i make the rules"

"Says who? The T? Or dozens of stupid brainless students?" Veronica claps back not backing down

"If i see you one more time near Hughes i won't hesitate to end you" Poppy spits out angrily as Chloe comes back with a drink

"I like her she is actually interesting"

Uh oh V you shouldn't have said that. Poppy is holding a drink i wouldn't test her. But instead she storms out with a low scream

Chloe is about to follow but she stops her tracks "Don't you dare follow me!!"

___

I am laughing with the boys felling the alcohol flowing through my veins. With the corner of my eye i see Poppy sitting alone on a bench. Where are her followers? Did Min-Sinclair fall off her high horse yet?

I sigh as i let my cup down approaching her. Zoe gives me a worried look and i nod thinking i am doing the right thing.

The more i approach the more clear i can hear. The music fades behind me and i can actually hear sniffing. Is Poppy crying? The heartless monster that tries to ruin my life has actual feelings? Wow shocker.

"What do you want? Talk to me when you find your sense of fashion" ouch i actually start to regret approaching

"You don't have to pretend, no one is around anyways" i say sitting a little far away from her testing the waters

She sighs letting her walls down "I don't like this party anyways Carter is giving no attention to me"

I try to hold back a laugh and i think she noticed "If you make fu--"

"Oh shut up i am trying to have an actual conversation with you"

"Don't kiss my friends, better yet forget Veronica because if you approach--"

I stand up throwing my hands in the air "Why are you so obsessed with me??" Oh wow i am actually impressed with myself

Poppy looks stunned for a second before standing up to face me "No one gets to talk to me this way Newbee especially someone with an annoying voice and no wearable clothes"

Gosh why do you have to be so annoying? I feel the alcohol kick in and i want to go as far away as possible before i say something i will regret

"You like me" yup there it is, i tried to warn you Bea.

"Excuse me? I like you?"

I suddenly get a notification on my phone. I ignore her outburst as i open the message noticing its from Veronica. Great timing V

"Will you look at that? Veronica wants to meet up so ta ta!"

"No!" She yells and i smirk. Good job Pop, very convincing

I laugh looking at her expression. I can see her faint blush under the neon lights. She is actually beautiful if she wasn't such a bitch. She looks uncomfortably around noticing we are all alone. Very subtle

"I don't want your dirt near my circle" she finally says crossing her arms. How cute

"There you are" Veronica appears at the best time looking between me and Poppy

"Am i interrupting something?" She says ready to step away but i walk towards her

"Actually i was about to come and find you" i say shooting a small smile at Poppy

"See you around!" I grab Veronica's hand leading us away. Oh its on

"AAAAAAA" i can hear a scream but it fades as we step into the dancefloor. For once i feel like i am winning. I dance my worries away as i enjoy making Poppy jealous as she watch us dance close. I will make you work for it darling, make your life a living hell.

As time passes i take a sit exhausted from dancing. Veronica had to go livestream promising she will be back soon. Aaand her comes Poppy once again approaching dangerously close

"What could you possibly want n--" but before i can even finish my sentence Poppy throws her arms around me pulling me into a heated kiss. What.Is.Happening?

I pull away stunned gazing at her shinny eyes "Never approach Veronica again" she says trying to catch her breath. Did she just kiss me?? Before i can even comprehend what we just did she blows me a kiss leaving "See you around Newbee"

I let out a laugh knowing well this is going to be fun.

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[awake-my-soul87]

3,156,600 Minutes-ZigXMC

Summary- Its the 6th anniversary of when Mel and Zig first met and he has a huge surprise for her.

. Fluffy Happy Love. There is minimal sexual suggestions.

@zigzaggersfanclub

6 years. That’s 3,156,600 minutes since the moment their eyes locked in the cafe. 3,156,600 minutes she thought about him. She has never known anyone like him. She has never loved anyone like him. After 6 years, he still felt like home to her.

She opened her eyes and looked around their bedroom. The life they had built together. She rolled over quietly so she could watch him sleep. She liked to do it from time to time. A wave of peacefulness washed over her as she watched him slowly breathe in and out.

“Are you staring again?” he says as he opens one eye slightly.

She pulls the covers up over her mouth to hide her grin, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Your eyes smile, babe. You can’t hide it,” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into a spooning position.

“Can you believe it has been 6 years since we met?” she says as she closes her eyes and embraces his warmth.

“Oh, it has? Oh yeah. I guess it has,” he says as he nuzzles his face into her neck and starts planting a trail of light kisses all the way up to her ear, ”I am sad I have to work. We could have stayed in bed all day to celebrate.” He bites her ear lightly.

“Mmmmm,” she moans lightly. She turns to face him and gives him a deep kiss followed by a light kiss on the tip of his nose. “Sadly, I will have to stay here all alone,” she sighs playfully.

“Nope, I have a day planned for you!” he says smiling.

“What do you mean?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Well I did remember, so I got you a spa day, which the girls are going to join you on, then I want you to go pick out something that makes you feel good at that little boutique you love.” he stops her before she can say anything, “They have my card on file so you can pick out anything you want. Then I will come home to pick you up and I want to take you out for dinner. Then I thought we could pop by the cafe for a little coffee date.”

She smiles. “How did I get so lucky?” she says as she runs her hand through his hair. “Please tell me we get to *wink* celebrate later though?”

“Oh, don’t you worry. That WILL be happening. But for now, shower!” he says as he gets up. She bites her lip as she watches him walk to the bathroom naked.

“Ya I am sorry, that can’t wait,” she gets up and hurries after him catching him at the door giggling as he pulls her into the shower with him.

She spends the day enjoying herself with her friends. From massages to manicures. They even did her hair. Abbie, Kaitlyn, Becca and her talk about life. She missed them so much. With Abbie being pregnant, Kaitlyn spending the summer on tour and Becca busy with all her clients they haven’t had much time to catch up. She hasn’t relaxed like this in so long. Its been a long year of writing and trying to get her second book out there. There hasn’t been any time to enjoy the little things. Which is probably why he planned this day. When they got to the boutique, she looked around at all the beautiful outfits. Feeling all the fabrics. She settled on a gorgeous deep burgundy long sleeve romper.

“I have the perfect pair of black booties at home to go with this, “ she says as she looks herself over in the mirror.

“It’s like it was made for you,” says Becca smiling.

At home she gets ready and waits. Her brown hair softly falling in waves around her face.

She hears her phone ding.

Z-Hey babe. I am running about 20 mins late. Why don’t you meet me here at the cafe and we can just go from here?

M-No problem! See you soon! I am so excited for dinner. PS..not sure how you will keep your hands off me. Don’t think we will be making it back to the cafe for a coffee date. I look GOOD!

Z-Mmm get your fine butt down here fast then! I want to see.

She puts on her shoes and walks out the door. It's dark out already. It was a chilly spring evening. One of the things she loves most about the nights was how peaceful the campus gets. She walks down the campus towards the coffee shop and notices it is really dark inside and all the shutters are closed.

“Hmmm must be done and just waiting for me,” she says to herself.

She opens the door and her breath is almost taken away. She gasps and holds her hand over her heart. She walks in and stares around in amazement. Candles everywhere. Hundreds of them. On tables. On the floor. Her nose starts to tingle as her eyes start to well up.

“Zig, babe, what is this? This is so beautiful.” she can barely choke out as she looks around for him, “Zig where are you?”

“Babe,” he says as she turns around to see him in the most handsome solid black tux, on one knee holding open a beautiful black velvet box with a gorgeous rose gold morganite ring inside.

Tears stream down her cheeks as she sees him. This is more beautiful then she ever imagined it would be.

“ 3,156,600 minutes ago, give or take a few, I laid my eyes on the prettiest girl I have ever seen in my whole life. The only girl I want to lay my eyes on for the rest of my life. You are the first person I want to see when I wake up and the only person I want to kiss goodnight. I never want you to have to walk alone in life. I want to be there holding your hand every step of the way. I want to have a family with you,” he says as he starts choking up. “Because of you, I was able to make dreams become reality. You believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. Your faith in me has never faltered. I’d choose you. Over and over again. Everyday for the rest of my life. Falling for you wasn’t falling at all. In fact, it was like walking into a house and suddenly feeling like I was at home. Like I was where I was meant to be and that I had a purpose. Mel, will you marry me?”

She can barely see straight. She is still trying to take it all in. She barely squeaks out a yes before he slips the ring on her finger and she wraps her arms around him tighter then she ever had before as she can’t contain her sobs any longer. “I love you so much, “ she says with her head muffled into his neck. He pulls her face to meet his and gives her the softest kiss. “I love you too, so much,” he says as he turns her around and she sees all their close friends and family behind them.

She screams running towards them and collapses into her moms arms.

The rest of the night they basked in the high of their engagement with their family and friends and when they got home that night, they did indeed celebrate all night.

**I had to sit down and write this before it left my mind. I hope everyone loves it. I just pictured, where else would he ask her but the place they first met.**

[maximuswolf]

First LSD Trip Ever - 500 µg & I Saw god In A Butterfly Clutch via /r/LSD

First LSD Trip Ever - 500 µg & I Saw god In A Butterfly Clutch

Alright, so a few things to preface this trip report. Firstly, I'm an idiot. Secondly, I'm rather new to the world of psychedelics. I just tried 1.5 grams of shrooms (my first trip ever) 2 months ago and loved it. Since then, I went to DMT (do it all the time, now) which has been absolutely incredible and, seeing how I skipped over LSD in my planned journey, I figured it was time.

The wife and I have familiarized ourselves with DMT and, seeing how it's the "most powerful psychedelics known to man," with a shrug of the shoulders I thought, "I got this." About a week ago, I had seen a meme on this subreddit that said something about "peaking on 5 tabs" in front of your family. So. . .hell, that's where we start.

Fucking idiot.

We started at about 6 pm, I kicked it off and popped a tab (100 µg), ordered dinner and switched it to Star Wars. Pizza came about 45 minutes later. As I didn't feel anything at that point and, knowing we hadn't eaten really anything up until that point that day, figured it should have been well into my system by then. Just before eating, I popped two more, she popped one as it always takes me a little more (she's tiny).

Just like that, we finished up eating as the vibrations started maybe 20 minutes later. We headed to the bedroom, I popped two more (she said "bad idea"), I smiled my devious grin, turned on Solar Opposites and enjoyed the take off of beautiful colors and streams and then, the laughter. EVERYTHING WAS HILARIOUS. I swear, we were dying, having the best times of our lives, knowing full well that we were just stuck laughing at probably nothing.

That lasted for a good 15 minutes leaving us teary eyed with sore cheeks. Of course, during this fun little outburst, it had gotten quite hot, I took my shirt off. . .sweat was pouring off both of us. Things calmed down, we settled in and she came over for a cuddle. . .which. . .uhhh. . .turned into more. I don't remember all the early parts but I can say I erupted into certain euphoria while locked dead eyes with a beautifully colorful cartoon alien (don't tell the Mrs.).

After happy endings for all, I noticed that things seemed to be getting a little out of control. I felt excessively tired after that, the vibrations had superseded just being noticed at this point and were so intense that it felt like constant anxiety. It was extremely irritating - but little did I know, things were far from over.

While trying to get myself together (I'm guessing about 8:30 p.m. at this point), I wandered over to a wide, short dresser in our room, bent down with my forearms resting on top, and looked in the mirror. HOLY SHIT. My eyes. My face. Did I get fatter on this shit? Can't be. Gotta be similar to why my face looks like a frog on DMT. Kinda cool really. At that point, I got sucked into staring at my face as it shifted and flowed with color and odd circular objects always seemingly just out of crystal clear sight.

Just like that, I snapped out of it. The sensations were too much to just ignore again and this time, this rush felt more intense. "The fucking vibrating" I said to my wife as I looked at my hands. I turned to her and and asked, "does it feel. . .synthetic? To you." Like a lightbulb just turned on, she locks eyes with me and says, "yeeeeeeeah."

We've done shrooms - granted only 1.5 grams (nothing compared to this, I know) - and DMT is hard to compare because it's so quick. This just, was different. I don't know why, but that's when I started to break down the sensations. Sure, the visuals were cool as hell, but the vibration was WAY too much, not just in my entire body, but my brain too.

I didn't ever do it involuntarily but I did frequently have the urge to clench my teeth, flex my neck muscles, cock my head to the side, and push my chin outward all in one motion. And then my hell started. The next two hours felt like 6. I spent it trying to do the same thing - distract myself. I fell into this loop where I would try to distract myself by turning something on the tv.

From there, I would get bored for one reason or another, sit up in the bed. My wand would start to wander, I would start to cry and I couldn't do anything about it. I knew I would experience some kind of ego death with this trip but I had no idea that I would be dissolved into such small particles over the course of the next 8 hours that it would leave me clutching to the glimmer coming off a butterfly clutch on the floor.

If you don't know what this is, don't feel bad - I had to look it up. Essentially, it's the back of a pin that pokes through fabric - the round thing with two tabs that you press in to take it off the pin. So, let's go back before that and start this little cycle I started. The voices on Solar Opposites just became too much for me to deal with so I decided to try something I planned for us to do while we were tripping - fun visuals on YouTube.

So, I got that going on the tv and, at first it was awesome, but the music - it was just wrong. It sucked. So, I went to another one. This one, the visuals were even cooler but again, the music sucked. Fuck it. I know what to do. Mute the TV, grabbed my phone - and turned my mix on our bluetooth speaker. "Ahhhhhhhhh, that's better," I said as I crack a grin to her chuckle.

There, it was nice. This perfect little utopia. Just me, her, the world in front of us. At that point, I got MASSIVELY sucked into the visuals where, at times, I could see nothing but bright white as my vision tunnel visioned into the core of the visuals which, just so happened to be - a bright white ball. But that all came to a screeching halt when the visual changed. Just like that, I hated it. I tried to find another one, but the rest just weren't cool.

So, I sat up, swing my legs over the side of the bed. Put my head in my hands and rested my elbows on my knees before uttering to my wife "I think I went too hard." She said, "I told you." I was then consumed by a wave of emotions. Probably panic knowing that 1.) it was already too much for me to handle knowing it would be like this for 8 hours, and 2.) I was still on my way up.

From there, I stood up, walked over to the mirror, looked at myself, almost as if to say "you got this," before once again, staring at my morphing face. Tears were already starting to come out, but then something happened - like a dam broke. I couldn't help it. I didn't care to. I remember these cleansing tears on shrooms. I loved it - especially the way everything made me feel the day after.

Fuck it - bring it on. Tears. Snot. I just looked at my wife and with a shrug, kind of smiled and said, "can't help it." Feeling a little tired from the situation, I laid down face first on the carpet floor but I just cried more. God it felt good. It's so weird to say that. I've never been a crier. But the refreshing effects of shrooms is definitely what made me want to continue down this path.

So here we lay, crying on the floor. After about an hour, I just apologize to my wife, blow my nose, wipe my face. . .say "fuck this, I need to distract myself." Got back up, changed the tv to another visual, this time a car driving down a road that looks like it leads to a sun - and so the cycle repeats itself. Goes great for 5 mins or so, then a new visual comes on and I get irritated. Sit up, start crying, stand up, look at self in mirror, still crying, I walk away, see open space on floor, lay down. Cry.

Fuck this - NEED to end this cycle. So. . .lately I've been listening to Alan Watts. Many of you probably have known of him for some time but he's really been a great teacher in this time of searching for inner peace and enlightenment. So, I said to the wife, "well, this shit isn't helping, so let's try something else." I then search him, the vibrations so bad I can hardly use my fingers efficiently at this point.

After some struggle, I brought it up and his voice. Ahhhhhhhh. So calming. Like grandpa is about to tell this little boy about the good old days. Just the way he talks. So calm. So articulate. So confident. All of it. The man genuinely has a way of connecting with me on a level that just clicks. I immediately understand what he is saying and, for once in my life, things are starting to make sense.

So, at this point, it's getting harder to focus because all I want to do is close my eyes and go to sleep so it can pass = yeah, good luck. I knew that wasn't going to happen but you know what I did know? I could limit the sensory input. I shut my eyes. Buried my face in my pillow and just listened to the words of Mr. Watts. And as I sat there and listened, I could just feel things starting to come into focus.

My brain had been in such disarray for so long that it was hard to focus on anything. Granted it had been a while since I took the last two, so I asked my fellow traveler what time it was. "10:30, she said." My jaw hit the floor.

God fucking damnit. IT'S ONLY BEEN TWO HOURS?!?

What have I done? I utter to myself intercranial, assuring myself I only have 6 more hours left (little did I know how skewed my perception of how the rest of the trip would go.)

Alan kept my attention for about 45 minutes as we listened to the video titled "relax your mind." Me any my bride had a wonderful time delving into the words of the philosopher's words and not only what they meant in actuality, but what they meant for ourselves and our lives together. It was great...until the video ended. I didn't realize it.

But my time tolerating the same repetitive sound (the voice of Mr. Watts) had been coming to an end. And when I tried to switch to a new video. . .it was only a matter of 5 minutes before I sat up and my hell began all over again. The cycle carried on like this another two times I believe, but ultimately it was during this 45 minute lecture that would make me realize that everything was a lie.

You see, I come from a strict Christian home. Since I was 6, it was being pumped into my brain that God created you. God loved you so much he sacrificed his son for you. And, at the end of the day, if you're bad enough, you will spend the rest of eternity being tortured. Let's just say that I don't necessarily disagree with my parent's decision but, to put it bluntly, brainwashing a child from such a young age can have a lasting impact.

Most recently, life has taken a turn for me. I've found myself experiencing anxiety for the first time ever, depression and even suicidal thoughts. And as I sat in the hole of darkness, it was all I could focus on was how things got this way. How things looked so simple for other people and how I was struggling so hard. To some extent the words of Watts helped with things like that.

He spoke of how pretty a fabric (I believe) doily tablecloth. "On the outside" he said (paraphrasing), "it looks beautiful. Ornate." "However," he went on to say, "the back shows how it was all possible." Saying that it was a mess back there with strings and threads going every which way to ensure the front was gorgeous, he let out a cackle and said "just don't get caught looking at the back," and this was the beginning of an ego death so astounding and confusing, it broke me down to nothing.

I didn't have anything. I couldn't relate to anything here on earth. And what was worse. . .I couldn't even anchor myself to this reality. No matter how hard I tried.

After my time listening to Mr. Watts had come to an end (hour later maybe) as his voice has become mundane and almost irritating to a certain extent, my cycle continued - but this time I knew I had to get out of it. With my hands on my head, eyes wide open, I said to my wife, "I have to get out of this. I just keep going in circles. . .like a dog." So simply, she responded, "Why don't you try to go outside?"

So, there I went, outside. It was a warm night. 75 degrees F with a slight breeze - it was BEAUTIFUL. The stars. The trees blowing in the wind. The darkness. All of it. Coming together. A beautiful orchestra where I was the only attendant. Just for me. Unfortunately, it wasn't too long (maybe 10 minutes) before the vibrations became too much, forcing me to come inside. And what did I do?

Laid on the floor - reentering my cycle without my knowledge. At the time, I could remember just balling my eyes out, frustrated that I couldn't get it to stop. I talked to the wife about trip killers, but the conversation quickly fizzled. "It's so gorgeous outside. . .I this shit won't even let me have that," I said to her. Just like that, I laid down, once again immersed in everything from the physical feeling, the emotional, and disorientation from ego death.

I got off the floor about a half hour later and tried Alan Watts one more time, but I just couldn't. He had served his purpose. His time had ended - and this fact alone frustrated me even more seeing how I had originally found so much peace in his words. However, his message - the one I had previously listened to, was still resonating with me.

Going through my head, churning, and turning as I digested his words from this unbiased place. Seeing things in a way that I had never before. . .it was breaking me down. For once, I could see things in a way that made sense. I saw that my childhood - my Christian upbringing - how wrong it was. Not in that my parents were wrong for engaging in that community.

After all, they were just trying to do back then what I am now - figure things out. It's just that, for once. . .in the 27 years since the first day I stepped into that church (haven't been in well over a decade, mind you), but I could see it all for what it was. These people were scared. Wandering through life trying to see what all this is about - just like me *lightbulb*.

This whole time. This depression I've been going through. This anxiety that came about that I had never had to deal with before - it was the culmination of my life set upon an uneven foundation. I saw my ego for what it was. How toxic it was. How it was killing me. How simple? The way a belief can take hold of you and actually become a piece of your identity.

As I had made my way over to the floor again throughout this little metal clarity, I continued to uncontrollably cry and, this time, I just settled in. I let it wash over me knowing full well that my brain was being flushed of all the hullabaloo from daily life. Sweating, almost naked, I laid on the floor, crying as my vision seemingly faded into darkness.

It stayed that way as I had accepted my fate until my consciousness caught sight of a glimmer. I didn't know what it was. It was so far away. I was so disoriented that I almost didn't notice it shining in the distance. In all reality, this was just a butterfly clutch maybe two feet away. At the time, it looked like it was a star. . .so far away.

And as the glimmer got more prevalent, the rest of the world came into focus. I saw the brown carpet, the black frame of the bed. . .I even saw every cat hair on the floor. Trying to get to the root of my mystery, I reached out and grabbed what had caught my attention only to notice it was a worthless piece of metal. Regardless, I brought it close to my slobbering face, and just fixated on it's seeming beauty - but then even more tears.

Trying to put this into words the best I can, it was almost like that pin back was the only thing anchoring me to this world. I had identified with it for sanity's sake in order to ensure I didn't lose my fucking mind. But the ego death. . .it wouldn't even let me have that. Crying harder that I ever had that night, I looked up at my wife and uttered "I don't got much more in me babe."

"Fucking shit won't even let me have that," I said as I showed my confused wife. I eventually told her what the moment was about. . .but her looks of concern had since shifted to sympathy. Although she offered everything in the sun to help, I told her that there was only one thing that could help - time. "I just gotta get through it."

Disoriented as the LSD had taken every iota of my consciousness and thrown into up into the air, like sand, it was then that I started to really make sense of everything. It was like I could see how religion had really messed me up - not in the typical sense but rather that, for me, it didn't make sense. My whole life I had been wrestling with something that didn't made sense on a fundamental level for me.

I'm a highly analytical person. I like answers and I have a million questions that will get me to them. . .eventually. I thought about the "God" I knew. I thought about how he was supposed to be omniscient (knows everything). If that's the case, then why would he put a tree that would allow humans to sin, knowing full well they would. Free will.

It's always been about free will. So, God can't interfere here otherwise man wouldn't have free will, right? Well, then why did he interact so much in Old Testament? And besides, would a guy who knows EVERYTHING really get mad when people do what he should have known they were going to do? I mean, God got PISSED a few times throughout history.

I then wondered, if God knew everything, how could he get SO pissed off when certain things happened that he acted out in ANGER. Anger? From a man who knew what was going to happen? Doesn't make sense. Well, this guy was so pissed that he hit the reset button (the flood). Let's start over. Then my mind went to Jesus. Now, my mind has been on this tirade for a few years now but things became excessively clear this night.

For the past few years, I've been asking myself, how can I know that Jesus was not only real but the one, true Son of God? What happened after he died? Someone found his tomb empty with three of his most trusted friends - men who had sworn to die for him and had already proven that they would - saying that he had come to life and ascended into heaven. That's all we get.

There's no arguing that Jesus was a man. Alan Watts helped break through on this a little earlier too, though I hadn't noticed. Explaining what I have come to understand - that our life is energy passing through this world meant to serve as an entertaining experience (of course, there's more to it than that, but you get it) - Watts said, Jesus too came to this realization and "they killed him for it."

The lightbulb goes on. HOLY SHIT. Jesus may have climbed the steps of enlightenment naturally, over his life, and could have come to see this same understanding. Sure, I have no more proof in this than if Jesus did rise into the sky. . .but the ego death had allowed me to look at things in a way I could have never before.

Seeing how much Christianity was involuntarily engrained into my ego and existence kind of sucked - but it was good to know. Too bad for me, the realizations were only about half way through. At this point, I could almost envision my consciousness in the air, swirling around like a controlled sand storm. I could see how so much of it was messing with me simply because things didn't make sense.

I saw how it looked like other people all had their shit together and I turned to my wife, still crying of course, and said "so, if we're just energy passing through this life, meant to enjoy it, then why is it so hard for me? Why is it so fun for everyone else, and I can't wait to leave?" With sincerity in her eyes, she reminded me about the tablecloth (or whatever it was) that Watts had mentioned.

"Remember how you don't want to get peaking at the back? It just looks like they all have their shit together." Another lightbulb. Things were starting to come together for me. My ego, how it was my prison. How I couldn't break free from it because I needed it but how I also knew that something needed to change. I needed to build myself a sanctuary inside my mind. A strong foundation.

I pictured strong stone pillars holding up the shell of a broken, crumbling, and collapsing ego. I saw that this in turn would be my tablecloth. Things may look good on the outside of my shell, but look inside and you can see everything I'm working to keep together. Even better yet, I could see the first few steps I needed to take in order start building a foundation for the new me.

The rest of the morning (probably 6:30 a.m at this point) was spend with each passing wave getting a little less intense (not by much), but slow progress. It took a full 24 hours before I stopped feeling the vibrations, but the mental effects were gone by about 8 a.m. It was a hell of a ride and, like I said, it was stupid.

But holy shit. . .there's a few things I've taken away from this. For one, I needed this. Secondly, despite how bad it sucked at the time, I'm not sure if I would have had the same results with a lower dosage. It needed to break me down this much, for this long, to get here. And lastly, everything I knew was a lie - so, that's kinda weird too.

The days after LSD I have had COMPLETE clarity which is an odd feeling to have. Only had it one other time - and that was after shrooms. DMT does it to me a certain extent but not so much. This is different. So clear. And happy? Dare I say? Let's just put it this way - for the first time, in a LOOOOOONG time, I actually want to be here. I want to see what tomorrow brings. . .and fuck the rest.

In the end, I learned how much the people around me matter, like my wife (who I may take for granted at times). I don't know what I would have done without her that night.

I think this was long enough. I'll end it here. Hell of a ride. Not sure I'd suggest it. But figured someone may like to hear. Have a good one guys!

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*After note* - just reread it to edit it and broke down crying. Got sucked back into it, just like I was there the first time. Fuck.

TL/DR: I took (5) 100 milligram tabs of acid for my first trip ever on LSD. I had complete ego death and dissociation from this reality. Saw how much my confusion over religion (instilled during childhood) was messing with me. Realized that religion was part of my understanding of this world, and thus a part of my ego, and then could come to the understanding of why. From there, I saw a new path forward to inner peace. I'm not depressed or suicidal today (for now. . .going to try my hand at micro-dosing from here on out ;) ). And I'm starting to realize that the here and now is really what I need to start focusing on - that and those I'm there with.

Long story short - my wife saved my ass on the worst and best night of my life.

Submitted October 02, 2020 at 08:43AM by DMTleprechaun via reddit https://ift.tt/3jCvY3b

[justagirlwritingherlilheartout]

I like that (FP Jones-Riverdale)

Summary: Y/N's Jughead's friend who works at Pop's where  FP Jones saves her from a creepy fratboy.

It was a lovely day in a small town called Riverdale. This town was used to be one of the most boring and calm towns in all the universe. But not long ago an unexpected accident happened that caused the whole town to became suspicious of absolutely everyone they knew.

''Y/N! Wait up!''  A black haired boy with a grey crown like hat yelled as the girl with a floral dun dress made her way out of the Riverdale high school.

''Juggy, hey, what's up?'' Y/N turned around to come face to face with her friend.

''Going to Pops?''

''Yeah. My shift starts in about 30 min.'' She smiled.

''You're probably the only person who is excited about going to work.'' Jughead  said with his face seeming like he's totally done with everything.

''I'm not excited about work, silly.'' She smiled, elbowing him playfully. ''I'm excited about people.  Do you have any idea how many different people I meet everyday, how many people i talk to, how many stories i hear everyday.'' She explained looking up at the sky.

''You're something else.''

''Huh?''

''You're so positive, I don't think I've ever seen you mad or sad..''

''Oh c'mon that's not true, I do get mad.''

''Lecturing a  drunk on what feminism is after he told you he used to date an 'ugly feminazi bitch' doesn't count.''

''It very much does.'' She fake glared at him before adding, ''Besides we have you and your angst, we don't need mine as well.''

''Sure, but i can't help it, ism w-''

''You're weird, you're not like us, you're not the perfect next door kid. I know.'' She cut him off before bursting in to laughter when she saw his annoyed expression.  ''I'm sorry buddy, you know i love you.'' She added hooking her arm trough his as they continued walking.

''I know, but it would feel a lot more special if you wouldn't act like you're in love with absolutely every creature on this planet.'' He said sarcastically before smiling down at her. ''But yeah i love you too.''

''That's totally not true, i don't want snakes anywhere near me.''

''Here you go, one black coffee and a chocolate muffin.'' Y/N said with a smile on her face as she gave a man in his late 20's, his  order. ''If i can get you anything else let me know.''

''Actually there is something else.'' The man said clearly checking her out.

''Sure, what can i do for you?'' She said, with a smile still on her face, trying to ignore the fact that she felt like a prey, being surrounded by a lion.

''You can let me do you.''

''Excuse me?'' She tried to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, hoping he meant something else.

''I'm just kidding.'' He said causing Y/N let out a sigh of relief. ''But you can give me your number.''

''Sorry i�� actually like to separate work and pleasure.'' She tried to reject him in a nice way.

''But how can you say no to all the pleasure i would be able to give you?''

''Also, I'm saving myself for Jesus, sorry.'' This was probably Y/N's favorite lie to use, and being an atheist she thought it was just so funny how many times this line has worked and made the guys stop annoying her.

''Don't worry you'll be screaming 'Jesus' all night.''

''Ha-ha'' She faked a dry laugh before turning around and started cleaning the tables next to his desk.

''C'mon cutie pie don't be that up tigh-'' The guy was cut off by a deep voice coming from behind Y/N.

''She is not interested! Say one more word and i will rip your head off your shoulders.'' The mysterious dark figure behind the girl said, making the guy shut up and look down at his phone in shame.

''Thank you.'' Y/N whispered as she released that the man in his late 40's that saved her from the creepy frat boy, seemed very familiar.

''Anytime.'' He said shortly before taking a seat on one of the bar stools.

''Can i get you anything, on the house.'' She said with a  smile on her face as she  made her way behind the bar again.

''Sure, a beer.''

''Coming right up.'' She smiled before getting the beer and giving it to him. ''Here you go. And thank you again, Mr. ...''

''Jones.'' He said looking up at her with those warm brown eyes. ''But everyone calls me FP.''

''Nice to meet you, FP. I'm Y/N.'' She said offering him her hand which he took and shook. His hands were big, his skin rough bellow her small and soft ones. ''Jones? Any relation to Jughead?''

''Yeah that's my kid, you know him?''

''He's one of my best friends.'' The girl smiled. ''He's a strange but good kid.''

That made the older man laugh, it was a nice sound. He had black hair with some grey hairs here and there, making him even more handsome, and his eyes, oh his eyes were do warm and inviting, even tho his whole persona was  very dark and uninviting.

''Strange is an understatement.'' He agreed making the girl laugh.

''Very true.'' She nodded, pouring herself beer as well. It was getting late and the pop's was basically empty except the frat boy from before who was just making his way out.

''Wait, how do you know him, you have to be at least in your early, maybe mid 20's'' He said taking another drink of his bear.

''I'm 19, I'm a senior at your sons school'' The girl told him as she took a sip of her beer.

''You look older.'' He observed and raised an eyebrow at her beer.

''Well i guess it's the experience that matures you, not your age.'' She said nodding in the direction of where the frat boy used to sit. ''And this,'' She continued, lifting her beer, ''I'm European, I'm basically already an adult in every way.'' She said winking at him.

''If you say so.'' He let out a laugh again. ''Europe, i knew your accent can't be American?''

''Yep my mum and i moved here when i was 16 after she divorced my dad, he was kind of an asshole, also probably the reason i have daddy issues.'' She said.

''Daddy issues, huh?'' He said raising an eyebrow as he shifted closer to the girl.

''You should beware, you're right at the daddy age.'' She winked before letting out a laugh.

''Well then.'' He sent a smirk her way, making a soft blush creep on her cheeks.

It was nice, besides the fact that there was a huge age gap between then they got along, they both had the same seance of humor and were able to talk about nothing and everything, as cliche as it sounded.

''Y/N, sorry I'm late, I'll own you one.'' Hermione said stumbling trough the door.

''Oh, don't worry about it, I didn't even realize what's the time.'' Y/N said straightening up and looking at the clock, it was just a bit over 4am, she was supposed to end her shift at 3am but she ended up sitting next to FP on one of the bar stools and talking since there were almost no other costumers at night.

''Give me a sec I'll just put away my stuff and take over.'' Hermione said walking in to the closet area behind the bar.

''Sure.'' The younger girl said as she stood up from the stool.

''How are you going home?'' FP asked garbing his jacket from the stood on the other side of him.

''I'm walking home, pretty much just to shower since i clearly don't have time to sleep before i have to get to school''

''I'll drive you.''

''You sure?''

''Yeah, it's the least i can do.'' He said, genuinely feeling happy without being  drunk

''Alright, I'll just grab my things.''

''Thank you again, Y/N'' Hermione hugged her before she made her way out of the restaurant where FP was already waiting on her.

''Ready to go?'' He asked offering her his elbow trough which she hooked her hand as they walked towards his truck.

"Thank you again, for standing up for me." She said as they made it to his car, where he opened the door for her. 

"It was my pleasure."  He said before closing the door behind her and Walking over to his side, and starting the car. 

"You should come by more often." She smiled as he started the car. 

"Now that i know a girl like you works there, i most defenetly  will." He said, sending her a quick smirk before looking back on the road. 

"Are you flirting with me, Mr. Jones?" She asked scooting herself closer to him and laying her head on his shoulder. 

"Have been for the last couple of hours. Thank you for noticing." He said with a chuckle and in that moment she knew exactly where Jughead got his sarcasm and snaky commentary from. 

"Oh I've noticed." She said before being interrupted by her own yawn. She gently wrapped her arms around his arm, which he was now resting on her thigh as they drove. 

"We're here.'' FP said as he Parked his car at the address the girl told him was her home. 

"Mhm" was all she said before cuddling in to him even more. She was already half asleep. 

"Come here." The man let out a chuckle before picking the girl up in his arms and caring her out of the car bridal style. 

"Wat arr you doin'?" She said Partially Waking up. 

"Getting you home safely." He said just as they reached the top step if her porch where he gently set her back in her knees. "Will you be able to make it the rest of the way?" He said a smile on his face.

"Mhm, I'm a big girl, remember?" She said searching for her Keys in her purse. "Got 'em" she smiled pointing the Keys in the air. 

"Good job baby girl." He said clearly amused by her sleepy attempt to get in to her own home, the fact that she drank a couple of beers probably didn't help. 

"I like that." She smiled up at him, enchanted by the new nickname. 

FP raised an eyebrow at the girl as she stumbled closer to him. 

"Thanks." She said before stepping on her tips toes and pressed sing a soft but quick kiss on his lips. 

FP didn't have time to react as she already turned around and walked trough her door. 

"I like that." He said to himself before Walking back to his car with a proud smirk playing on his lips. 

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