driver's-seat

Leonard was still out cold. Rincewind tried mopping his brow with a wet sponge.
“Of course I watched him,” said Carrot, glancing back at the gently moving levers. “But he built it, so it was easy for him. Um… I shouldn’t touch that, sir…”
The Librarian had swung himself into the driver’s seat and was sniffing the levers. Somewhere underneath them, the automatic tiller clicked and purred.
“We’re going to have to come up with some ideas soon,” Rincewind said. “It won’t fly itself for ever.”
“Perhaps if we gently… I shouldn’t do that, sir–”
The Librarian gave the pedals a cursory glance. Then he pushed Carrot away with one hand while the other unhooked Leonard’s flying goggles from their hook. His feet curled around the pedals. He pushed the handle that operated Prince Haran’s Tiller and, far under his feet, something went thud.
Then, as the ship shook, he cracked his knuckles, reached out, waggled his fingers for a moment, and grabbed the steering column.
Carrot and Rincewind dived for their seats.

– the Kite gets another pilot | Terry Pratchett, The Last Hero

Rhett’s Hunger.

“Come on babe, Stop being so difficult” Link tsked as he tried to tie the blindfold over my eyes, I was nervous as to where we were going and why I was being blindfolded but he continued to assure me everything was going to be fine and to just calm down. I reluctantly let him finish tying the blindfold into place, he spun me around to face him and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. 

“There we go, Now let me help you into the car” He said with a chuckle, he took my hand and led me over to it and I waited as he opened the door. I felt him tugging me down and knew he wanted me to sit. “I think you’re going to have a great time, birthday boy” He said before closing my door and going around to get into the driver’s seat. 

I sat there nervously toying with my seatbelt as he drove us in the direction of our destination, I knew I was in good hands I trusted Link with my life, but I couldn’t help but wonder what was about to happen. 

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anonymous asked:

can u do headcanons about demetri meeting his mate while on a mission but they're scared of him and run away from him.

Demetri x Reader Headcanons

.When Demetri first smelled your intoxicating scent, it was when he was driving Felix, Alec, Jane, and himself back from a mission. The windows were rolled down due to the cloudy day and your scent hit him like a freight train.

.He yanked the wheel and almost lost control of the vehicle. That is, before trying to turn the car around and head towards wherever you were.

. At first, the rest of the elite guard were too stunned to do anything. Yet, Felix began to constrain him with the help of Alec. They were trying to get him out of the drivers seat to switch at his odd behavior, but once he was out of the car, he took off faster than they could’ve caught him.

.You were taking a walk from your house to the local coffee shop. You expected the same routine – order a coffee and a pastry, sit down in the back room, and try to finish whatever paperwork you had for that day. Yet, all that changed when a tall, blond man burst into the back coffee shop room.

.He just stared, breathing deeply like he had run from across the world and back to get a taste of the local coffee. But, the way he was staring at you, with coal black eyes, made you doubt that was it. He was beautiful, for sure. But, the intense, hungry looking gaze he bestowed upon you blocked all thoughts of attractiveness from your mind. But you decided to be polite anyway.

. “W-would you like to sit down? Don’t worry about intruding, I was just about to leave.” You quickly said, packing up your things.

.He was getting closer with each step. You gathered up your things and swerved under his arm that was reaching out and made a B line for the door, rushing out. “Have a nice day!” The barista shouted but was quickly shushed when the blacked eyed man rushed past as well, chasing after you in what seemed like pain.

.You had made it just down the steps when you run into what seemed like a brick wall. You looked up, rubbing your pounding head. There stood a giant man out brilliant red eyes and dark hair staring down at you in curiosity. That is, before looking behind you.

. “Well, well, well. What do we have here, Demetri?” The giant asked humorously as a pair of twin children suddenly appeared by his side.

. “Don’t you dare touch what’s mine!” The voice behind you, Demetri growled as the giant man reached for you. A pair of arms held you backwards, a well defined nose burying itself into the crook of your neck. It left you in shock, trying to pull away. Yet, the arms around you were like steel. You began to panic. “It’s okay, il mi amore. I’ve got you!” The creepy blond said, starting to whisper sweet nothings into your ear in a foreign language you couldn’t understand.

. “I hope you remember that Master Aro has requested our presence after the past mission, Demetri. Either kill your meal now or take it to go.” The female twin snarled in a high pitched voice.

.The man named Demetri just growled, before deciding quickly what to do. He picked you up bridal style and started running at an inhuman speed towards the airport. By this point, you figured the barista must’ve drugged your coffee. This animalistic man who growls, and purrs, and has strength and speed…. Who literally chased you out of the coffee house as if you were his prey. No, this can’t be real. At least, you though so until the man named Demetri spoke up.

. “I will take such good care of you, cantante mio. You will be so happy with me. Ti amo, il mi amore….” The blond kissed you softly on the lips as if making a promise. Yet it felt so real – the sparks, the shivers that crawled down your spine….

.No, you were not dreaming.

“Don’t touch Lola.” - Phil Coulson

Jemma; *Is resting her elbow on Lola* 

Skye: *Is leaning on Lola* 

Ward: *Is “sitting” in the drivers seat* 

Fitz: *Is standing at the co-drivers place* 

May: *Is freaking chilling on the hood* 

Coulson: *Is the only one standing away from the car*

okay so who wants to hear about the pearl bus driver dream i had in like, 2015

it’s a short story but it’s a fuckin wild ride

so like the dream started out normal

i got up for school, ate breakfast and ran out to the bus

but then when i got on the bus. pearl was there. in the driver’s seat

i was confused but i didn’t ask any questions about it

then i looked at the seats. the bus was full of cartoon characters. i remember seeing gumball watterson, the powerpuff girls, and pinkie pie

i sat in the back next to wander from wander over yonder

and he was like “hey do you like school” or something. and i was like “bitch no”

and then suddenly the bus bursted into flames

and pearl turned her head around 360 degrees and her eyes rolled into the back of her head

and she death screamed “BUCKLE UP FUCKERS AND PREPARE TO DIE”

and then the bus went into maximum warp overdrive and the sonic CD american boss battle music was playing in the distance like a fucking battle horn in war. and pearl was laughing. she was laughing evilly

and then we anticlimactically crashed into a tree. and the bus bursted into flames again. and then everybody died. and then i woke up

two rotten apples [m] | pt. 3

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 21.489

GENRE → smut | angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | threesome | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | public sex | grinding | graphic dirty talk | slight female masturbation | overstimulation

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3COMING SOON


As the back of Jungkook’s head rested against the driver seat’s headrest, catching his breath, your glare hardened.

Once again, he’d fucked you and not cared whether you came or not. In fact, for the duration of his penis being in your vagina, he’d barely even touched you. And sadly, it hadn’t even occurred to you he’d used you once again until it was too late. Your clit didn’t matter to him apparently; your pleasure didn’t matter to him either. All that mattered was his dick. That’s all that ever fucking mattered.

After that weekend at the camping grounds where you actually came for once, you were expecting something better than whatever the fuck he called this performance. Your horny brain had quickly forgotten that it’d been your own fingers that got yourself off—not him—and those nights you spent in his tent were no exception. Why were you so surprised? This was Jungkook you were talking about—he would never fucking care about you or any part of you.

And that’s why this was the final fucking straw.

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Jealousy || Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

Request: Do you do one shots too or only imagines? If you do, I was thinking maybe an teen wolf x Riverdale crossover. Like the reader goes to Riverdale for the summer to hang out with her cousin that just moved there (Veronica) and she meets jughead and he reminds her of stiles the guy she’s been in love with since forever and she starts getting close to jug and Stiles finds out and gets jealous bc he’s lowkey in love with her too and he goes to Riverdale to get her and maybe there’s some angst and smut

A/n: I haven’t posted anything in months (probably 6 months? Idk) and I’m really sorry about that. I had zero motivation to write anything and if I did nothing would come to me, so I’m really sorry. But now I’m back with school almost being over, I have a lot of time now. So enjoy this imagine that I wrote and sorry if it isn’t perfect and sorry if there’s any grammar error. Love you guys x

“Do you have to go?” A sad looking Stiles asked from across the room. You sighed, nodding your head as you packed some clothes in your suitcase. Stiles let out a puff and got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to your bed. “I don’t want you to.”

 “Stiles, it’s just the summer. It would go by pretty fast.” You told the brown haired boy and gave him a smile. He gave you a forced smile and you threw the shirt you had in your hands at him. Stiles let out a loud squeak, making you burst out laughing. 

 “That was so not cool.” Stiles claimed, glaring at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and giggled a bit. “Tell me again why are you leaving?”

 “I haven’t seen my cousin, Veronica, in a really long time and she always lived on the other side of the states and now that she’s 5 hour away I can finally go and visit her.” You exclaimed, getting excited about the fact that you’re going to see your beloved cousin after so, so long.

 “What if a monster invades the town?” He asked and you stopped folding your clothes to look at him, raising your eyebrows at him.

 “Stiles, if anyone invades the town there’s always Scott, Malia, Lydia…” you started to say, your face feeling hot before finishing your sentence, “and they have you. If anyone can stop those monsters, it’s you..”

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Road Trip || c.h

tbfh i was writing car sex w/ cal but i deleted it bc i thought it was trash omg (i dont think this was amazingly written, pls forgive me ;[)

Warning: this is fucking l o n g. 

I M A G I N E [SMUT]

“Baby.” You heard a soft voice call to you in your head. You were sleeping soundly, until this voice kept sounding in your head. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, introducing you to the dimly lit car. The car stumbled upon a bump, allowing you to float in air for just a moment. 

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I’m terrified of wasps idk how many times I’ve just been sitting in my car in the driveway and some huge wasp is banging into the driver seat window trying to get inside

anonymous asked:

Prompt! Could you write a drabble from the birthday video of the day even was teaching isak how to drive? Just behind the scenes softness 💕

“I can’t do it.” Isak shakes his head quickly from side to side, still stood outside the car.

“One more try?” Even tries to coax him back in.  Isak had scrambled out so suddenly after the last attempt that Even hadn’t even had a chance to grab him, so Isak was just stood on the other side of the driver’s door shaking.

“No!  I can’t, Even, I can’t do it.  There’s too much- it’s too- I’m not-” Isak’s hands gesture wildly, as if he’s trying to pluck the words straight out of the air.

“Okay, okay.” Even concedes.  There’s no way he’s going to try to shove Isak back into the driver’s seat now that he looks like he’s about to have a heart attack from the stress of starting the car and driving forwards barely a foot.  He slides across into the driver’s seat and parks the car quickly against the curb before getting out and pulling Isak into a hug.

“Maybe next time, huh?” Even kisses Isak’s temple, trying not to laugh at the way Isak groans at the mention of a next time.

“Do I have to learn to drive?” Isak whines as he pulls away from their hug.  “We don’t even have a parking space, Even!  We can’t have a car where we live now!  Not that we could afford one even if we had a space.  What’s so wrong with public transport?” Isak rambles, a sure sign that he’s embarrassed.

“There’s nothing wrong with public transport.” Even agrees.  He runs his hand down Isak’s arm until he can thread their fingers together, pulling Isak along for a little walk.

He’ll let Isak calm down before he asks him to get back in the car so Even can return his mother’s car, he thinks.

They walk in companionable silence for a few minutes until Even remembers something, his face breaking into a grin.

“In fact, one of my favourite memories is on public transport!” He exclaims, pulling Isak closer to his side.

“Really?” Isak throws him a bewildered side eye that Even can’t help but chuckle at.

“Yes, really.  And you’re in it.” Even adds dramatically.

“Of course I’m in it.” Isak rolls his eyes, not at all fazed.  “I’m the best thing that ever happened to you!  A blessing!  A gift!” Isak jokes, puffing his chest out proudly.

“You wouldn’t have to worry about ever getting a head injury, Is, your giant ego would cushion any blow.” Even teases back.

“Eh?!  Me?!  Big headed?  As if!” Isak protests, shoving Even away playfully.  Even laughs, letting Isak’s fingers slip through his, and walks a few paces away from Isak for a few steps.  They end up in a little communal garden, and after a few minutes Isak seems more like himself.

They mess about on Even’s phone for a few minutes, taking ridiculous photos with shaky snapchat filters over their huge grins, comfortably close as they tease each other and pull stupid faces.  The residents probably think they’re out of their mind, but Even couldn’t care less.

He’d do anything for Isak’s smile.

***

In bed that night:

“Even,” Isak whispers into the dark.

No response.

He repeats Even’s name a bit louder, realising there’s no point whispering if he’s trying to wake Even up.

“Mmm?” Even hums, already halfway to sleep.

“You never told me.” Isak wiggles closer to him despite the heat.

“Told you what?” Even mumbles, burying his face in Isak’s hair.

“The memory.  The one of me and public transport?” Isak reminds him.  He can feel Even grin against his scalp.

“Oh.” Even smiles.  “Remember that day we ran into each other on the tram?”

“When…I asked you to buy beer?” Isak laughs, surprised by Even’s choice.

“You looked so cute.  I was so nervous.  I was so sure I was going to blow it with you.” Even sighs sleepily into Isak’s curls.  “But it went just fine.” Isak could feel him smiling again.

“It was a good day.” He agrees.

“Mhmm.” Even hums.  “You didn’t suspect a thing.” Even nuzzles closer, just a breath away from falling into the abyss of sleep.

“Suspect?” Isak repeats with a frown.  He thinks back to that day.  There was no way Even could have planned for them to see each other on that tram, there were too many variables with something like that.

“Even, suspect what?” Isak tilts his head back to look at Even and finds him already asleep.  Pouting, Isak resigns himself to not knowing until tomorrow.

***

3.47AM:

Isak jerks bolt upright from his sleep, disorientated from dreams of trams and rolling cars and beer, and hits Even’s shoulder.

“You had your ID the whole time, didn’t you!” Isak exclaims indignantly.

Even gives him a sleepy wink before falling straight back asleep.

Perfection - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Juggie x reader where reader’s thought of as pretty but hasn’t dated anyone before because most guys just Like her for her looks. One day a bully tries to force himself on her and a wild Jughead appears and saves the day??? Thanks

A/N — Thank you so much for all the positive feedback I got on my last imagine! I thought I rushed it completely and I felt like it wasn’t like the request, but it made me happy seeing all the likes and shares. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this imagine!

Words: 2500

Warnings: Bullying, swearing, signs of sexual harassment and angst

(Y/N) , (Y/L/N) , (S/C) , (H/T) — Your name, your last name your favourite colour, skin colour, home town

She was just one other face in the hallway, but somehow she stood out. The boys, along with some girls, made her their main interest. Sure, by now she was use to it, but in a bad way. (Y/N) was the most gorgeous girl at Riverdale High School. Everyone was after her, including the people who kept silent. In fact, that was Riverdale’s own Jughead Jones. He was afraid all they would ever get to if they had the chance was be lab partners. Sadly, nothing else, or so he thought.

You moved to Riverdale a year ago from (H/T). Straight away as you walked through those great big halls on your first day, you were afraid it would be exactly like your old school. Your parent’s got a job offer, meaning they had to move to Riverdale. Of course it wasn’t a bad thing, but what was ahead of her was. A new movie, a new start, was all she wanted when learning that she was moving far away. Thank god, is all you thought to yourself.

The reason why you hated your old school was due to only one person. In fact, that person was a boy. A cute boy at the time, but learnt later on to be absolutely vile. His name was Jake. He was a senior, whereas at the time you were only freshman. Since you were ahead of your grade in science, you had the honour to move to senior classes instead of freshman ones. That’s when trouble all started. Since laying eyes on him, you knew it was going to be bad. Sure, his eyes were deep and blue, the kind that looked look a starry night sky, but it was a rabbit hole to fall in to. Since the two of you were assigned lab partners, you got to know him more and more everyday, meaning that the feelings you had for him grew too. One day after class, he asked you out on a ‘date’ to go to a party another senior was hosting while his parents were gone on a business trip. Since your parents never allowed you to date, you decided to be a little rebellious and sneak out with him whilst they were out of town. When it came time for him to pick you up, he was slightly intoxicated, sitting in the drivers seat of his car. You knew straight away it was going to be a bad night. In fact, it was. He got more and more drunk that night, leaving him to almost lead you to a bedroom to have sex in. You called him out, all the boys ganged up and told you to leave, walking all the way home in the pouring rain. That next day of school, someone photoshopped your face on a girl in a revealing bikini was sent to every boy with the caption ‘slut’. Luckily it was a miracle, the move to Riverdale, that was a sign to a fresh new start.

She was wary of every boy that caught her glimpse since her first day. She obviously didn’t want a repeat of the last incident that still haunted her. Boys asked her out, but she kindly declined with the excuse that her parents didn’t allow her to date. Someone assumed she was a lesbian, but that was just a rumour. At least the boys here we nice enough to accept her response. Since still being fairly new, you didn’t really acknowledge many people as your friends, as you didn’t exactly know who to trust anymore. One person, the only person, was the only exception. Jughead Jones, the only boy that acknowledged you as a human being with feelings and stories. Since of your high IQ, you were still assigned to a couple higher classes to fit your standards. You didn’t mind the classes, especially science, as it was your favourite subject. And your lab partner, which happened to be Jughead, wasn’t your usual douchebag preppy jock that only wanted you for your looks.

The day was Friday. Most of your classes that day was with Jug. Of course you didn’t mind as he was the only person you got along with. As you were late to school, you quickly went to the office to grab a late note for your teacher to give on arrival. When you made it to English that morning, to your surprise, Jughead saved you a seat next to his. It was knew of him. Jughead always seemed to have a huge opinion on personal space, but this was new to her, including a couple classmates. She held in a chuckle walking over to her seat which sat next to his.

“So, did I miss anything on Shakespeare?” (Y/N) whispered, opening her bag to take out her books. “Shit, do you have a pen?” She asked, still trying to search deep into her bag to find where her pen could be. Jughead picked up the pan that already sat on his desk, waving it in front of her, as she looked up and thanked him taking it.

“No problem. But with the Shakespeare question? Yeah, I’m a bit sick of hearing Romeo & Juliet over and over again.” Jughead confessed, a smirk playing on his lips as he took out a new pen for himself. “At least it’s not Macbeth this time.” You smiled, trying to not giggle too loudly.

For the last two weeks, news spread that there was a party hosted by Chuck Clayton that night in honour of Riverdale’s football team, the Bulldogs, latest win against their rival school. Of course that wasn’t on your interest, as fear hit you like a dozen bricks all at once. But there was no fear in asking others if they were going. Since Archie Andrews, Jughead’s best friend, well, no one really knew what they were at the moment, she thought he would tag along with Archie to support his win.

“…So, did you hear about that party tonight?”  You hesitantly asked, looking up from your work into Jughead’s eyes. Every time she looked into them, a hit of familiarity came over her. A deep blue, similar to Jake’s. Of course she knew that Jughead wasn’t like every other boy, but she didn’t exactly know every single thing about him and she was still wary of her surroundings. All he did was scoff in response, stretching his arms out.

“Do you really think I would go to one of Chuck’s stupid parties? It’s just an excuse to drink and flirt with people whilst you’re drunk.” Jughead informed, support his head with his hands before resting his chin on the table.

“O-oh, b-but what about Archie? Aren’t you going to support him?” As soon as those words escaped her lips, his head shot up.

“Look, (Y/N), ever since Jason’s death, we haven’t really been talking. You see, the morning of the gunshot, Archie and I were suppose to go camping a bit out of Riverdale for summer vacation. I was packed and everything, ready to go. But he never showed up. So basically, my summer consisted of writing, eating, and playing video games.” Jughead explained to her. (Y/N) was aware of the gruesome death of Jason Blossom. Since it was big deal in Riverdale, of course she would have heard about it by now since it was brought up almost everyday, and she knew Jughead was fascinated in the mystery of it, as one day the two of them were both at Pop’s to finish some homework and he showed her the process of the book he’s writing.

“Jug, I’m sorry to hear that. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going either. Long story, I’ll tell you if I ever get the chance. I might go to the Drive-In or something.” You suggested, going back to your writing. Jughead’s eyes lit up as you mentioned the Drive-In. Since it was where he worked, and literally where he lived, he sparked interest to make tonight’s shift a little more fancier since she was going.

“Since when did you find you go to Drive-In’s? I work there, so, technically I have to be there. But I run the reels up in the projection room, so I just put it in and snack away on popcorn. I find it more fascinating watching it in a point of view sort of way. If you want, maybe I could show you what it’s like?” The end part to what he said came out almost in a question. Jughead was hesitant, shy almost at the suggestion to her. He was head over heels for (Y/N), and the main focus on her wasn’t her appearance for once.

“S-sure, Jughead. I’d love to.” That answer caught him by surprise, along with herself too. After one whole year of not going out, staying in most of the time, she deserved one night off from the troubles of teenage life. “What were you thinking of playing tonight?” She asked, curious in his movie taste.

“Well, I have a couple in mind. Maybe ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’ or ‘Heathers’.” He replied, fiddling with the pen between his fingers.

“Both. I like your movie taste, Mr Jones.” She complimented, a blush slowly clinging to her (S/C) cheeks.

The period before lunch was finally over. The hallways filled up with loud students as Jughead and you tried to manage to make it to the end to sit with Veronica, Betty, Kevin and Archie.

“Hold on a second, I have to quickly get something from my locker.” She told Jughead, walking over to her locker that was opposite her.

“Sure, I’ll just wait in the cafeteria. I’ll save you seat.” He hung his head low, hiding a blush as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket before spinning on his heels and walking off. (Y/N) smiled back at him, a blush now on her cheeks as she turned to face her locker to put in the code to unlock it. She quickly put in her books as she took out her perfume, looking around the hallway in sight of Jug before spraying a bit on herself. She placed it back in her locker as she shut her locker, a boy standing behind it now in her sight, making her jump.

“Whoa, didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, biting his lip as he looked up and down at you, instantly making you feel uncomfortable. “(Y/N), right?” You nodded slowly, clinging onto the strap of your bag.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You said awkwardly, trying to keep conversation short as she didn’t want to hold up Jughead waiting for her.

“Chuck. Chuck Clayton. Captain of the Bulldogs. Anyway, I have this party tonight which I really think you should come to. It seems like your kinda thing.” Chuck asked, still eyeing your body up and down, making you now extremely uncomfortable. You’ve heard from Veronica and Betty bad things about Chuck from the past which got him suspended and kicked off the team. But since his dad was coach, they somehow let him back on and everyone pretended like nothing happened.

“O-oh, yeah, I’ve heard about it. I-I, look, uh… parties aren’t really my thing and I have plans anyway. I-I’m sorry.” She kindly declined, turning to quickly lock her locker before Chuck forced his hand onto it, holding it down.

“Aw, really? You know, the whole football team was looking forward on your arrival? I mean, I promised them and everything. And you’re just going to let us down like that, (Y/N)?” At this point, he cornered you against the lockers. You knew what was going to happen. The hyperventilating started, the tears on the corner of your eyes were about to break and the ball in your throat was keeping you completely still.

“C-Chuck, I-I… I have to go-..” (Y/N) tried telling him, but the ball in her throat dropped and a tear shed down her cheek.

“Aw, look, are you crying? You won’t be crying by the end of this.” He smirked at her, biting down on his lip before a sudden bang against the locker broke his grip off her. Jughead stood at the end of the hall, a steady glare held onto Chuck’s eyes.

Let. Go. Of. Her.” He forcefully said, the breathing in his chest visible as he tried his hardest to be calm yet stern, although he was furious and out of his mind. Chuck just laughed, still cornering her as he turned his focus to Jughead.

“Or what, Wednesday Addams? Are you going to tell on me?” He joked, now looking back at her as he held on higher to (Y/N)’s arm. At this point, Jughead was in absolutely rage.

“I said let go of her, Chuck.” He screamed, his eyes now tearing up along with yours. No one has ever stood up for you and it felt like a honour for it to be Jughead. Chuck let go of her, shoving her against the lockers as he stared at her once again before stepping back from her looking at the both of them.

Freaks.” He mumbled, before walking off and disappearing from the hallway. You looked at Jughead before walking over to him and standing opposite him.

“Why did you stand up for me?” You said sternly, looking deep into his eyes. Jughead once again scoffed, a glare now facing her.

“You’re kidding me, right? I just saved you and you’re asking such a stupid question?” He replied, looking down at her.

No! Jughead, I didn’t mean it like that!” She giggled staring up into his eyes as she stood directly under his nose. “It’s just, no one has ever stood up to me before. Ever. And I genuinely feel honoured for you to do that. Thank you.” She sniffed, blinking away tears.

“I-I..God this is going to sound stupid. Look, (Y/N), I-I..I just wanted to protect you.” He admitted, looking down at her, captivated by the beauty in her. A smile played on her lips as she sighed deeply.

“…Jug?” There was a pause. He was waiting for what she was going to say. And just like that, the perfection moment was perfection. She stood on her toes as she closed her eyes, placing her lips on his as she held onto his jacket. Their lips both moved in sync as he moved his hands from inside his pockets to hold onto her soft cheeks, deepening the kiss with passion and love. Shortly after, they both pulled away and he smirked down at her.

“Pick me up at 8.” She bit her lip, walking off in the hallway to class as the bell rang, leaving him standing there with a goofy grin playing on his lips.

A/N — You guys, I am so proud of this writing I am so happy aaaa. Also, if this uploads and I get the followers, thank you for 1000? I don’t know, as I’m writing this I haven’t checked my notifications, but if I have yay! I hope you enjoyed this because I find it so cute to write.

Literally how I became happy.

A lot of you guys are always concerned about me because the more that I share, the more you realize I’m a real person with struggles and issues and I’m not 100% okay 100% of the time haha so I just wanna give an update and share some insight on how I’ve been doing and what I’ve been working on.
The hair cut is the visible part. The change is sooooo real. I look like a different person but I seriously FEEL like one. Surface changes: I live in Tennessee. I have short blonde hair. I’ve now dated two guys that I actually loved. I own a house and a car. Before, I lived in California, I had freaking long brown hair, I shared a mini van with four other people, I’d never been on a date and truly questioned whether I’d ever meet anyone that liked me for who I was, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life past like two years into the future and I felt like I would live with my parents forever. So a lot of big things have changed but honestly the biggest changes happened inside with less visible results. You can only see it in my smile and hear it in my words. But really you’ll see it in my actions over the next 12 months. It’s just the beginning.
I honestly don’t know where it came from. The last six years I have been so passive. My life has been happening to me. There have been some breakthrough moments where I learned a lot about myself and my confidence and self love, yes. I had some good times for sure. But as far as knowing what I want and where I wanna go, I was not good at that. I felt SO powerless and began to withdraw more and more, in my friendships, my career, our band, my family, everything. I shared so little each day, I had so few ideas, I didn’t create much, I only wrote when I was really upset or inspired (which wasn’t that often), I had no social life, no vision for myself, no confidence that anyone would ever love me and I just wasn’t living a rich life at all. I was an observer hoping that one day someone or something would come along and make my life actually enjoyable. I was constantly waiting. I journaled a lot and released a lot of emotion, that part was good. I just felt like I was living in a cave, stuck in the past, not doing much each day to actually experience life.
Then we moved across the country. *shock* *panic* *whoa*. That was the first time I was really shaken up.
Then I had my heart broken. Twice. I fell in love and both times it didn’t work out. I NEEDED that, to meet people who actually got me and appreciated my personality and loved all my quirks and my strange mind and how childlike I am. For the first time I felt understood. I wouldn’t change a thing. I was so closed off for so long and suddenly I was ripped open. Someone was asking for my time and attention and I had to give it to them. I was so scared but I really wanted to experience that side of life so I had to let those people see me and experience who I was. It was so good for me omg. I felt like my heart was shriveled and frozen before that, it had seen the sun maybe three times, but once that happened it absolutely bloomed. Not everyone has to fall in love to open their heart but for me that’s how it happened.
Anyway it was really intense and pushed me to the edge, dealing with that loss. I cut off all my hair. I just had enough. I was so drained. I had felt so vulnerable throughout my dating experiences, such a long period of trusting and hoping after so many years of doing the opposite, I guess I became a little over exposed. I pictured myself feeling tough and strong after a particularly intense weekend of fighting and I saw myself with no hair. It was kind of a crazy idea at first but it turned into a real desire. After a few days of thinking it over, I took the plunge.
What. A. Rush.
Suddenly I just wanted to feel alive. I went a little overboard but I did so many things. Concerts, road trips, bonfires, social plans nonstop, shopping, reinventing my style… I was really hurting during this time and I just wanted to feel better. I don’t regret doing so much but I’m glad I came down after a month and examined myself. I realized how much I was hurting and I faced it. I felt scared, hurt, abandoned, broken and vulnerable but it was comforting to identify that. Once you face it, you can feel it, release it and eventually let it go.
In October I realized I wanted more. I actually had dreams. Cutting my hair showed me I could have an idea, see it through and that it could actually go well! I wanted that on a bigger scale. I started writing again, all the time. I took an interest in my appearance again. Before, I just wanted people to think I’m pretty. Of course I still do but now it’s so much more than that. It actually is for me. When my outfit/makeup/overall look matches my mood, I feel so much more confident, comfortable with myself and ready to take on the day. Even in my work out clothes, I always try to coordinate them now and make them feel good because I know I just do more with my day when I feel confident and ready to put myself out there. You don’t need to look perfect AT ALL, in fact sometimes that can cause more stress because it puts more pressure on you. Just take the time to put yourself together and feel GOOD about what you’re wearing each day. It seriously makes a huge difference. And especially DO NOT wear anything that makes you feel bad. GET RID OF IT!!!! All your clothes should make you feel cute in some way.
Idk how this happened but I kind of just realized nothing is a big deal. The way I used to live, EVERYTHING was a HUGE deal. Texting a guy? Leaving the house? Spending 30 dollars? Calling someone first? All terrifying things I dreaded and avoided at all costs. I had to work through so much INTENSE anxiety when I first started dating, it was really sad how much that freaked me out and how much I had to work through just to get to a point where I felt comfortable going on one date or being the object of a man’s attention. I felt so incredibly unworthy.
Anyway, maybe it was the hair cut but sometime around then I just became really bold. Right now I feel like almost nothing scares me. My biggest fear is probably trusting people that have hurt me. That’s one thing I can think of that I’m struggling with and truly terrifies me, trying to rebuild broken relationships. I’m having help working through that. Other than that, there are so few things I won’t try, won’t pursue, won’t say to someone. I am becoming more bold, confident, comfortable in my own skin and sure of myself with each passing second. I just feel GOOD. Nothing is that big of a deal! Seriously force yourself to take more risks and you’ll quickly understand what I mean. You can spend weeks, months, even years fearing things and trying to predict what will happen but once you finally do them you’ll see just how unnecessary all that stress was. Nothing is that hard, that daunting, that permanent. Heck, even tattoos can be removed these days.
I think that was the biggest change of all so far: the removal of fear. Fear used to be the gas in my tank, it absolutely fueled me. Now it’s faith. I am so ON FIRE for my life!!!!!! I have so many exciting dreams I want to pursue, so much I want to create, so many places I want to go, things I want to experience, learn, master, people I want to meet and be around….. I love it all. I decide what I want and I go after it. I look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I’m starting to look as bold and unique as I feel. The long hair was beautiful and fun and maybe one day I’ll want it back but for now, it just feels too plain for how colorful and out of the box my mind is. I always used my mind a lot but I wasn’t exploring it much before. Now that I’m embracing my unconventional brain, I just want to express that openness and share it with the world.
Also I’ve noticed I’m getting disappointed comments from traditional, conformist men I never wanted to date anyway that used to love my hair 😂 so no offense but I was never interested in you anyway, there are soooooo many long haired women in the world you can comment on that you’ll probably never even meet but i’m just one less you need to worry about hahaha. All of the bold men that liked me before just like me more now. And I think it’s because I also like myself more! Confidence attracts confidence! I’m growing into the baller I was born to be and it’s just helping me attract more ballers 😂😂
BTW THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH HAVING LONG HAIR OR A MORE SIMPLE STYLE I FULLY SUPPORT IT. YOU DONT HAVE TO LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON OR LIVE A WILD UNCONVENTIONAL LIFE TO BALL OUT ON EVERYONE THATS JUST HOW I CHOOSE TO DO IT HAHA. EVERYONE IS A BALLER IN THEIR OWN WAY I EMBRACE AVERAGE LOOKING PEOPLE AND WILD LOOKING PEOPLE, AS LONG AS YOURE LIVING A LIFE YOU LOVE AND CHOOSING WHAT TRULY FULFILLS YOU!!!!!!!!!!! WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE JUST LIVE IT BECAUSE YOU LOVE IT 🙌🏼
Anyway, I feel so much more confident in myself, men or no men. It’s funny cuz I finally stopped worrying about guys and now I actually interact with them the way I always wanted to hahaha.
I no longer rely on the approval of others to get through the day. I no longer feel paralyzed by fear every morning and night. I no longer ponder whether I’m worthy of a date or not. I no longer look in the mirror and sigh. I no longer think of the future as a blurry grey blob filled with hopelessness, uncertainty and fear. I know it will be whatever I make it and I am going to make it freaking phenomenal.
That’s a huge key, putting YOURSELF in the drivers seat. Forget this message of victimization. You are the person holding yourself down but YOU can be the one to lift yourself up!!!! Wow I just got a huge craving for meat loaf and mashed potatoes. HAHAHA. Anyway, put yourself in control. Ask God for guidance. Trust that you are taken care of always because YOU ARE. Embrace yourself. Stop thinking you have to be perfect. Stop thinking you’re unlovable. Realize how cool you are and how much you have going for yourself. Jump in and try things. Stop thinking you have to be “ready”. THE LESSONS OF FAILURE ARE FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN THE PRIZES OF SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!
On that note, go kill it. Embrace yourself. Blossom. Live. Come alive. You got this 👊🏼💗

Weak at the Knees / Zach Dempsey

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The party was in full swing and (Y/N) was already over it all. She had lost sight of her friends about an hour ago and hadn’t run into them as she wandered around the house, attempting to stay out of range from those she had no interest in speaking to tonight.

Bryce, Justin and the others were always trying to convince (Y/N) to get more involved during these get togethers that were most definitely not her thing. Tonight was no different. Currently, they were trying to rope her into playing ‘Truth or Dare’.  

(Y/N) came to a stop outside by the pool. Sitting down on a chair, she fell back against it with a sigh. 

She just wanted to go home-but she couldn’t without her friends. As their sworn designated driver she couldn’t leave them behind. Wouldn’t. She knew what they could be like and didn’t want to take the chance.

She didn’t know how long she was sitting there alone. It may have been a few seconds or a lot of minutes.

“(Y/N)!”

Her head slowly turned to see her best friend stumbling her way towards her. “You okay there?” she asks (Y/F/N[1]) as she squeezed beside her on the chair. 

Moving across so there was more room, her friends head fell on her shoulder. “I. Am. Amazing,” she said slowly before falling into a fit of giggles. 

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, but nevertheless wraps an arm around (Y/F/N[1]) to keep her steady. “Did you want to get out of here?”

The girl frowns shaking her head only to clutch it in her hands a moment later. “Maybe,” she slurs. 

“Do you know where (Y/F/N[2]) is?” (Y/N) questions softly, receiving a small nod. “Can you tell me where?”

“Couch,” she mumbles, closing her eyes. 

It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. (Y/N) felt uneasy about leaving her alone on the chair but ultimately decided that she had to collect their friend and she would only be a few minutes. 

Still, she noticed Jeff only a few meters away and called out for him. He turns at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees (Y/N). “What’s up?” he asks, jogging over. 

“I need to find (Y/F/N[2]),” she sighs, “would you mind just…watching her,” she says nodding down at (Y/F/N[1]), “until I come back? You don’t have to sit with her or anything…just make sure no one…” (Y/N) trails off, uncomfortable with where her mind had headed.

Jeff nods in understanding, “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine,” he smiles. 

“Thank you so much,” (Y/N) says, breathing out in relief.

Reluctantly making her way back inside, (Y/N) managed to quickly find her way to the lounge. Unfortunately that’s where they were gathered.

Bryce caught her gaze, noticing she had arrived before anyone else and his grin grew in size. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” he announces, catching the attention of practically everyone in the circle around the room. “Just in time. We’re just about to start a new round, join us!”

She shakes her head, “No can do, I’m on duty,” she jokes, moving towards her friend who was happily joining in on the game. 

“Just one more game,” her friend promised, peering up at her, evidently much more sober then their friend who was outside. 

(Y/N) crouched to the ground and spoke quietly to her friend, “(Y/F/N[2]), I want to go now. (Y/F/N[1])’s passed out and I need to get her home.”

“(Y/N) please,” she begs. “I’m having fun.” 

She hated denying her friend and slowly nodded her approval, letting her stay for a few more minutes.

“Now that that’s settled, you can play too,” Justin tells (Y/N) from a few seats across. 

Looking around the room, the circle seemed full. “Oh,” she sighs, faking her disappointment. “What a shame, there’s no room.”

(Y/F/N[2]) laughs at her attempts and (Y/N) catches a few smiles around the room.

“Ah,” Bryce chuckled, rising to his feet. “No problem there,” he informs her, wrapping an arm around her before she could protest. “Sit with me, (Y/N),” he says, pulling her on to his lap as he sits back down in his previous seat.

(Y/N) tries to pull away from his grip but his arm slid around her waist to hold her against him. Sensing her unease, (Y/F/N[2]) clears her throat, “We can’t have the host distracted!” she reasons, sending (Y/N) an apologetic look. 

(Y/N) let her eyes run over the faces around her, trying to find someone to send a pleading look to. Finally her eyes fall on Zach and she holds back a relieved sigh. 

Zach Dempsey, while (Y/N) would not consider him a friend yet, was an acquaintance she had been growing closer to this year. He was someone she definitely wanted to get to know more. She successfully managed to communicate her discomfort and he gave her a reassuring smile.

Holding an arm out he gestures for her, “Come here,” he says loudly.

Bryce looked between his friend and the girl on his lap with a smirk, “Have at it,” he tells him, pushing her off him towards Zach.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes at the boy and hesitantly takes a seat on Zach. When he slowly pulls her to him she found herself become relaxed rather than tense. Something her friend noticed, sending a wink her way. 

She shifted slightly, lifting her head so she could see him. Zach was already looking down at her with a kind smile, “Thank you,” she whispers. 

His smile grows and he nods, “If you want to go, just let me know,” he says, referring to the relatively strong hold he had on her. Unlike with Bryce, his hold provided her with a sense of security. 

“Will do.” (Y/N) leans against his chest as she repositions herself to see the rest of the group, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the game.


It took a while for it to be (Y/N)’s turn, she felt as though she had been holding her breath the entire game and it was almost a punch to the gut as Bryce chose her.

“Truth,” she responds immediately, not wanting to even think of the possibilities that could come by letting him pick a dare for her. 

He thinks for a moment, (Y/N)’s heart beats faster with each passing second. The moment his eyes light up she feels queasy. “Tell us about your first kiss,” he decides. 

She sees her friend shift awkwardly in the corer of her eye but (Y/N) only snorts, relief filling her body. “Can’t do,” she shrugs. “Never had it.”

It was not something (Y/N) was embarrassed about, she prided herself for not just giving away something you thought was special. 

Everyone was completely surprised by her reaction, (Y/N) even felt Zach tense under her. “Seriously, (Y/N),” Bryce chuckles, thinking she was playing around.

“Seriously.” A few people laugh, at her response or at her innocence-she wasn’t sure. She didn’t mind either. 

“There’s no way,” Justin declares. “We’ve all heard what-” Jessica slaps his arm, cutting him off, though his laughter continues. 

“I think it’s sweet,” she told her boyfriend.

Alex, too, had found it amusing and was trying to contain his laughs. 

Bryce was silent for a moment before his laugher as well soon graced the room. 

“So now that I’ve played, can I go?” she requested, completely unaffected by the amusement that most people had gained from her round. 

“Sure,” he tells her, still amused but also unhappy he didn’t get to hear some juicy story.

(Y/N) looks up at Zach who was still frozen in shock as the rest of the group continued, she laughs at his expression and pinches his cheek gently. His attention snaps to her, “You know,” she begins, “in order for me to leave, I kind of need you to let me go,” she teases. 

His hold on her is gone in an instant, “Sorry,” he mumbles.

“It’s cool. You okay?” she questions, rising to her feet. He nods and gives her a smile that (Y/N) had decided was officially one of her favourite things to see. “I’ll see you around,” she says, moving towards her friend who had already stood and was waiting for her patiently.

She and (Y/F/N[2]) finally find themselves outside where (Y/F/N[1]) had remained in the exact same position as before. (Y/N)’s friend beside her snorts, “She can never handle her alcohol,” she mumbles. 

Jeff caught (Y/N)’s eye and shot her a thumbs up, in return she blows him a playful kiss. He raises his cup in salute and turns back to his friends. 

(Y/N) and (Y/F/N[2]) manage to help their friend into a standing position and held all of her weight between them as she remained unconscious. “How are we going to get her to the car?” (Y/F/N[2]) groans.

“Did you need help?” They both turn to see Zach standing behind them with his hands in his pockets, “I can carry her for you,” he offers.

(Y/N) didn’t get a chance to reply as her friend practically shoved (Y/F/N[1]) towards him. “Please.”

Zach gently picks her up in his arms, careful to make sure her dress covered her before following (Y/F/N[2])’s lead who had stalked off ahead of them. 

“Thanks,” (Y/N) says, breaking the silence between the two of them. 

“It’s really no problem,” he tells her. 

After (Y/N)’s friends were both in her car, she turned back to Zach. “Did you need a lift?”

He shakes his head politely, “Nah, I’m crashing here tonight.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll see you Monday?”

(Y/N) moves to walk to the drivers seat but the warm hand that clutched her wrist brought her to a stop. “I-” he releases his hold. “I wanted to ask you something.”

She glances into her car and finds both her friends sound asleep. “Yeah?”

“Was it true?”

“Was what true?”

Zach shifts almost uncomfortably on his feet, “What you said about never having your first kiss?”

Her eyes narrow in curiosity, “Yes,” she drawls. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” he smiles, taking a few steps back. “See you Monday.”

(Y/N) watches him walk away, her mind almost screaming at her to call him back. She opens her mouth to yell him back over but nothing comes out. She hesitates only for a moment before running up to him, grabbing at his wrist like he had hers only moments ago.

Before he could say anything, her lips were on his catching him completely off guard. He didn’t respond to the kiss making (Y/N) flush as she pulled away. “I-I’m sorry,” she stuttered, about to move away.

It took Zach less than a second to pull her back to him, one hand on her face the other her hip as he brings her in for a kiss. (Y/N) felt butterflies in her stomach, her nerves make her mess up the slight rhythm they had made causing Zach to laugh. 

Pulling away, (Y/N) panted slightly, “I hope you won’t apologise like I did,” she mumbles, her eyes already on his lips again-suddenly forgetting why she had waited so long in the first place.

His laughter continues and (Y/N) could feel her legs almost cave in at the sound. “Not a chance,” he promises. 

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