*hopes nobody notices it*

anonymous asked:

Could Cas be in the empty? Misha says Cas in a realm "we taked about but never seen" we have never really talked about what realm angels go after death but we had talks of the empty and we never saw it

Could be. I mean the two plausible theories I’ve come up with are either The Empty (and hoping if that’s the case they actually do hire Scout to play a cameo even if it’s just sitting in the background of the scene scribbling everything down furiously while hoping nobody notices her in the shot), or The Veil, which played such a huge, ominous role from s9-s11 while Heaven was on lockdown after Metatron’s tampering… It had become the absolute worst possible version of Heaven’s Eternal Waiting Room. But it’s still a sort of transitory space.

I’m personally REALLY hoping it’s not The Empty, which was described as a place you can’t come back from. A place “outside of creation.” Essentially nothingness. It’s anti-being. I’d hate to see it actually depicted visually, you know? As if were a place that could contain ~something~. But that’s my personal *ugh* reaction to them taking a concept they’d set up throughout s11 to stand in contrast to Chuck’s entire creation. Honestly, I’d be really disappointed in a vaguely transcendental and existential sort of way.

It would harsh my mellow.

I personally hope it’s the Veil. The Empty has that sense of impossible finality to it, but the Veil is the realm of Reapers. It’s like a transit depot for souls, and the starting point from which reapers shuttle them between realms (Heaven, Hell, Purgatory… wherever angels go when they die…). And in that sense, it’s a realm just as real and tangible as Heaven or Hell or Purgatory, a place where the dead would logically go, but where someone might intercede and pull a certain angel aside for a quick chat before they move on to catch the train to their final destination.

I have another anon along these same lines:

You’re not betting on the upside down?

I know just enough about Stranger Things to know that this is a Stranger Things… thing. Mr. Mittens and Kidperson have both watched it, but I’m just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. 

Heck maybe he got rerouted to the Faerie Courts and Oberon wanted to have a go at him? Maybe he’s temporarily been transferred to Heaven, but strangely it takes him a while to figure that out because for some reason it looks exactly like the bunker, but it feels so real and it’s just so tempting to read and relax and watch television until Sam and Dean come back from whatever hunt they must be on… and then he starts to realize where he is and what’s happened…

There’s an awful lot of possibilities for where he may be. Some are obviously more likely than others, but I think the two most likely are either the Empty or the Veil.

Since those are both places that have been discussed multiple times on the show (the veil has actually been talked about MORE than the empty, going all the way back to s2 as a concept, but really addressed as a place for the first time in 4.15.)

(not to mention it’s also the plane of existence where Hellhounds reside, in addition to Reapers. So any time the show has dealt with hellhounds, it’s been veil-adjacent as well)

YOI Characters as things my classmates have said
  • Yuuri: You think I'm innocent but you should see me in a group chat
  • Viktor: Guys I think I'm gay but I'm not sure yet-- never mind I'm sure I'm gay
  • Yuri: I'm 5'2 but I'm still ready to fight someone
  • Otabek: Wow y'all think I'm a gentleman but wait till you see me swallow a quesadilla whole
  • Phichit: What's your Snapchat? I don't have one I just want to know for future reference
  • Chris: I got an A on my science test and I'm ready to bust a nut
  • JJ: I may look cool, but on the inside I'm just a soggy pile of worthlessness just like you guys
  • Leo: I might have failed three of my classes but that's chill. Im chill
  • Guang-Hong: *in a squeaky voice* I'll shank you
  • Georgi: I don't know whether or not I've had two girlfriends in the past month is good or bad
  • Seung-Gil: I'm great at parties. I mostly just hide in the corner and hope nobody notices me. It works like a charm.
  • Michele: No homo but guys are really pretty
  • Emil: Yugi-Oh is for babies; I play Magic the Gathering like a real man

i believe theyre related with all my heart

Tricky Fingers

Originally posted by visual-17

(requested by @zayyoung17 )

Member: Hoshi/Soonyoung
Genre: Fluff, smut
Word Count: 2,759

“Mom, Dad, Soonyoung and I are getting married.”

You held your breath and then let out a sigh. Could you even go through with this? You knew you had to, especially with that shiny ring now on your finger, but what if they were against it? To say that you were nervous was an understatement. When Soonyoung had first proposed to you, you were more than ecstatic. You were going to spend the rest of your life with the man of your dreams and couldn’t wait to tell your parents. But now that you were going to meet up with them and tell them the news, the butterflies that flittered in your stomach was a bit too much and made you feel sick.

“It’s going to be alright,” Soonyoung told you as he came up from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist. He set his chin on your shoulder and gingerly kissed the skin.

You sighed and set your hands on his. “I hope so. What if they’re against it?”

“We’ll still get married anyway, despite what they say. You know that, right? Just because your father says no doesn’t mean I’m going to stop loving you. I want us to be together,” he hummed as he moved up to your neck. You relaxed under his warm kisses and stared at yourself in the mirror. Soonyoung was right; whatever was going to happen at dinner, it wouldn’t matter. You two were going to get married, and that was final.

“Soonyoung,” you started, “come on. We need to get ready if we want to make it for our reservation.”

Soonyoung groaned in protest. “Let me distract you first. Give me about ten minutes and then we’ll get ready, okay?”

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I Hate You/ You Love Me (Josh Dun) SMUT

Originally posted by tylerjosephappreciation

Word Count: 3000+

Warnings: Blowjob, Sexy Pictures (Is that even a real warning?) 

Request:  I would like to request a little smutty thingy about josh getting a boner and getting all flustered and Tyler and a bunch of his friends notice and mess with him. For the setting it can be whatever you please, or what works best, but I was thinking about a really packed car with no room, and a really bumpy road…  

* I hope you like it. I’ve never written a blowjob scene before (or at least from start to finish and that’s all that’s happening. Also, I know the beginning got a little carried away but I’d been wanting to write something like that for a while now and thought your request would be a good one to write it with. Hope you enjoy :) *

Josh and Tyler had been recording a lot over the last week which had left you to spend time with some of your friends that you rarely got to see because of work. You were vacuuming the floor of your small rented house when your phone went off. Checking it, you saw Nyssa, one of your best friends who you’d met in college (A/N she’s an OC. If your name’s Nyssa, feel free to change her name.) Heyyyy so I’m entering a photography contest and want to know if I can use you as a model, the message said. You thought for a moment. Josh wouldn’t be home until around 5 pm and it was 10 am now.

Sure, you replied.

Awesome can I come to your place in an hour? She asked.

Yep see you then. You responded. You rushed around the house, picking up to make sure it was presentable. You didn’t do much in the lines of getting ready because you didn’t know anything about the shoot. But knowing Nyssa, you knew she was coming prepared with whatever she’d want you to use.

Sure enough an hour later there was a knock on your door which you opened to find Nyssa hauling a ton of photography equipment. Her camera was around her neck, on each shoulder she had a bag filled to the brim with who knows what, and under her right arm was a tripod. You quickly grabbed the tripod from her and gently set it on the couch, “Why don’t you ever ask for help!” You laughed. She dropped the bags on the floor and kicked them out of the doorway sighing.

“I am a very capable human being, thank you very much.” She smiled and leaned forward hugging you. She clapped her hands together excitedly, “Now, let’s get started!” Her brown eyes gleamed excitedly, her very curly blonde hair tied up into a messy ponytail. Over the next three hours she dressed you up in various outfits and made you pose in front of various backdrops she hung up in your living room. You did some shots at the park down the street. Everything was beautiful and dramatic.

Afterwards, she showed you the pictures she took of you and they were absolutely breathtaking. Looking at them, you found it shocking that you were as beautiful as you were in the pictures. You looked gorgeous and you almost couldn’t believe it was you. You sighed, “These are amazing.” You told Nyssa absolutely dumbfounded.

“You’re the gorgeous model.” She grinned. She bit her lip and looked at the clock, “So… earlier you said Josh gets home at 5:00?”

You nodded, “Yeah, why?”

The look on Nyssa’s face made you nervous. What was she up to? Her devious smirk definitely made you unnerved. She bit her thumb and raised an eyebrow seductively, “Wanna have a little fun with him?”

Your eyes widened. What was she suggesting? Your mind went straight to a threesome and you weren’t down for that, “Oh um… look Nyssa, I don’t- we don’t really… I mean you’re a great friend but I don’t think that-”

She laughed at you, reading your mind, “Chill out girly. I’m not trying to get on your action. My photography professor wants me to ‘expand my horizons’ and ‘get out of my comfort zone.’ So if you want, we can take some naughty photos of you before he gets home.”

You smirked. You loved seeing Josh break his normal sweet, childish, and innocent demeanor. You hadn’t seen that other side of him for a while. “I mean, are you sure you’re comfortable with that?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “I’m the one who suggested it. So I’m guessing you’re down?”

You bit your lip nervously but excitedly, “Yeah.” You’d never done anything like this.

Nyssa shoved you to your room and followed you in, “Ok so we gotta turn this boy on. What can we do? What gets him going?” She asked. You thought for a moment.

“I got it.” You said mischeviously. You walked into your shared room and quickly changed searching for the sexiest bra and panty set you owned, lacy burgundy boyshort panties and burgundy mega push-up bra. Over it you put your shortest shorts and one of Josh’s black muscle shirts. Nyssa curled your hair and you threw on one of Josh’s snapbacks and a pair of your Doc Martens.

When you walked out Nyssa’s jaw dropped, “Gosh dang girl you make me question if I’m straight dressed like that.” She joked. You knew she was joking, this was just her sense of humor, but you still blushed. “Let’s get started! So I was thinking we could do a gradual sort of strip thing. So come stand over here.” She led you by the shoulders until you were standing in front of the black sheet she’d hung up. She told you to put your thumbs in the large holes of the muscle tank and pull it forward. You did, thumbs meeting in the middle so your bra was hanging out on either side. She moved some of your bangs in front of your eye and told you to bite your lip. She snapped the picture. When you saw it, it gave you tingles. You felt sexy just looking at it. The seductive look you’d given the camera was so believable.

“Ok, so I was wondering, does Josh have a drum set here?”

“He has a practice set. It’s not a full out drum kit, just like pads so he can practice without making too much noise.” You told her. Nyssa shrugged.

“Good enough.” You led her over to the spare room Josh kept his drum kit in. “Ok, so take your shirt off and sit like your ready to play.” You listened to her, not even embarrassed to take your shirt off in front of her. You’d changed in front of each other many times. You picked up the drumsticks and fiddled with them a little. “Okay, now stand up and lean slightly to the right. Good, now put the drumsticks over your head like he does.” You listened. She walked over to you and tugged your shorts down a little so your v-line was showing. She snapped another picture.

You guys moved back to the front room in front of the black sheet. You took the hat off and scrunched up part of your hair, giving the camera that weirdly sexy seductive snarl. Another flash. Now came the awkward half of this. “Okay, so now can you face the screen and bend over keeping your legs and back straight so your butt sticks out? But pull your shorts down to your thighs so your stripping.” Awkwardly, you did as you were told as she took a picture of your butt.

A few more pictures were taken. One of you in your underwear sitting on a chair with your legs spread, one of Josh’s drumsticks held between your teeth like he does so often. One of you crawling on the floor towards the camera, the shot focusing majorly on your cleavage.

Looking at the clock you saw it was 3:58. Nyssa had finally decided she’d taken enough pictures of you. While you got dressed back into the short shorts and Josh’s shirt, she logged into your computer and downloaded all of the pictures she’d taken of you. You e-mailed them to yourself and saved them on your phone before sending the first one with the most clothes on to him. “Thanks so much Nyssa.” You told her.

“No, thank you. I needed a model and you were perfect.” She told you.

*Josh’s Point Of View*

I sat on the couch laughing with Tyler and a few other guys when my phone buzzed in the thin pocket of my basketball shorts. I grabbed it and checked the message. It was a picture from Y/N. It was probably another meme. I opened it and it was most definitely not a meme. It was a picture of Y/N. She was wearing my shirt and had the sleeves pulled to middle of her chest, her breasts clearly popping out of her bra. Her shorts were so short that even though I only had a view of the front of her, I knew her butt was hanging out of the back. She also had one of my snapbacks on. Her hair was curled and her makeup accentuated her E/C. I felt my breath hitch when I saw it. “Dude, you ok?” Tyler’s voice asked.

I shook my head to focus, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I texted her back, What are you doing???

A few minutes later there was another buzz. I opened it to find another picture of her but she was shirtless, doing the leaning drumstick pose I did behind my practice drum kit. I groaned a little, Babe that’s super sexy but stop. I’m with the guys.

I got a response a few minutes later from her: I’m just giving you a preview of what you can have when you get home. Another picture was attached. I was so entranced by it that I barely heard Tyler’s voice, “Josh, are you sure you’re ok?”

I smiled awkwardly, “Yeah I’m fine.”

“Okay, well we were thinking about heading out. But some of the guys need a ride home. Is it cool with you if we drop them off on the way?” Ty asked. I groaned internally. I really just wanted to get home to Y/N, especially if she was still dressed like that.

Despite what I really wanted, I nodded, “That’s cool. Let’s go.” I said standing up. Darn, why’d I have to carpool with Tyler today?

Since I was one of the smallest guys in the group I got stuck in the middle of the backseat. Sandwiched between two guys who felt like they were twice my size, I set my hands on my knees. After a few minutes of driving, another buzz. This time it was a picture of Y/N. Well it was her butt. She was pulling her shorts down, sticking her butt out. I shifted uncomfortably. She was absolutely sexy and gorgeous in every way and my body was definitely reacting to it. Hoping nobody would notice, I moved my hands to my lap to try and conceal the bulge. Of all the days she decided to send me sexy pictures for the first time, it had to be the day I was wearing basketball shorts. You are so beautiful but stop. I’m not exactly in the best spot right now to deal with what you’re doing to me.

Y/N was probably smirking smugly at the text. She knew she had some inhuman power over me. She was like a siren except she didn’t try to kill me at the end. I looked around the car nervously. Everyone seemed occuppied in conversation. Good because I would never hear the end of it if they saw the tent in my pants. I began to tap my foot anxiously when another buzz. You know you don’t really want me to stop. Nobody’s making you open the pictures ;)  She was right. But she was so captivating. I wasn’t going to torture myself anymore. I was just about to turn my phone off when Mark leaned over from next to me and peeked onto my screen before I could press the button.

His eyes got wide, “Geez Josh, is that Y/N? No wonder you’ve been acting strange the last twenty minutes!” I quickly hid the screen. Oh gosh, what had he seen? I didn’t look at the picture he saw yet… maybe he just saw her naked. All of the guys turned around to look at me as I carefully tried to peek at the picture without anyone else seeing it. She was sitting with her legs spread and a drumstick in her mouth.

When I noticed everyone’s eyes were on me I laughed nervously, trying to hid my phone in my lap. But of course the guy to my right snatched it out of my hand. I honestly didn’t even know this guy, he was some friend of Mark’s who was interested in the music industry and been invited over to see how the whole process went. His eye gawked wide at her body. The notification went off again and I snatched it back, not wanting him to see Y/N naked. “Dude, that’s my girlfriend.” I told him seriously. He put his hands up defenseevley.

Suddenly there was hard bump and Tyler groaned in frustration from the driver’s seat, “Stupid potholes. Sorry guys. This road sucks.” Another bump. Tyler was up front and jokingly started humming  the tune to ‘Tear In My Heart’ when he sings I’m driving here I sit; cursing my government; for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement. I leaned my head back trying to remember the pictures that were on my phone. I couldn’t wait to get home to her. This was going to be a long ride. Another bump.

Looking to my left I saw Mark with his face red trying to avert his attention from me. “What?” I asked.

He just shook his head and nodded downwards a little bit, covering the smirk on his face. Looking down I realized just how prominent my hard on was. Of course that’s when the obnoxious guy to my right looked over and noticed my… situation. “Dude, I would too if I had been getting those pictures all day.” I shot him a look that I very rarely gave anyone.

“What’s going on? I feel so left out.” Tyler joked, glancing back from the driver’s seat.

“Nothing. It’s n-noth-” I stumbled.

“Josh’s girl is sending him some sexy shots and he’s having a fun time with it.” The annoying guy said. I sighed, annoyed at him.

I endured almost thirty more minutes of getting made fun of, even after it went away for the most part. Finally, it was my stop and I got out of the car, thanking Tyler for the ride and walked up to mine and Y/N’s apartment.

*Your Point Of View*

You were sitting on the couch reading a book when Josh walked through the door. Nyssa left a little while ago, taking all of her equipment with her, but you didn’t change your outfit. You glanced up from your book and smiled at him, standing up and making sure to accentuate every asset you had in doing so, “Hey babe. How was practice?” You asked.

Josh looked unamused but you could also tell he was definitely into what you were doing. “Great until, oh you know, you started sending me naughty photos.”

“You didn’t like them?” You asked, faking insult but still keeping that teasing seductive tone.

You ran your hands up and down his biceps before sneaking them up his t-shirt. He shuddered a little under your touch. “Believe me I liked them. Maybe a little too much.” He said trying to focus on being irritated but he was failing miserably. “I hate you.” He joked, finally cracking a small smile.

“You love me.” You glanced down to see the tent in his shorts becoming more prominent. You leaned in close to his ear, standing on your tiptoes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of your friends. Maybe I can make it up to you.” Your hand glided between your bodies that were pressed close together and you slipped your fingers in the waistband of his shorts, slowly sliding them down his legs until he stepped out of them. Standing back up on your tiptoes you placed a feather light kiss on his lips. When you pulled back, he leaned forward trying to follow your lips but you put your hand firmly on his chest. You grabbed a fistful of the fabric and led him over to the couch where you pushed him to sit down.

You ran your finger tips lightly over his thighs, slowly getting closer to where he wanted you most. You grabbed the bottom of his boxer-briefs, pulling them down his legs and taking them off. “Quit being such a tease.” He chuckled lowly, trying to not sound rude or demanding. Sweet, innocent, polite Josh. You listened, pumping him until he was fully hard. He groaned and ran his hands over his face when you sat up on your knees, taking his tip in your mouth and running your tongue around it. “Oh my…” He moaned before it became incoherent.

You took him as far as you could in your mouth, pumping the rest in perfect rhythm. You hummed around his length and made the sexiest noises in response. His hand went to your hair, gripping tight but not tight enough to hurt. Glancing up at him you could tell that it took everything in his power to not guide your head faster. You picked up the pace, one hand going up to play with his balls. He let go of your hair and gripped tightly onto the couch cushion. Josh leaned his head back and let out a strangled moan when you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Y/N…”

You pulled back slowly while humming until you took him out of your mouth. You licked along the bottom of his shaft, cock twitching in your hands and you knew he was close. You repeated this few times before pumping his length quickly, the mix precum and spit allowing your hand to glide over it smoothly. Josh was a sexy mess, moaning your name into his hand. “I’m gonna cum babe.” He barely managed, giving you warning enough to replace your hands with your mouth, tongue teasing him to orgasm as he came into your mouth. You swallowed, pumping his length to help him ride out his high. When you were done, you looked up too see his pink hair sticking to his forehead and his chest was rising rapidly.

You got up and curled up next to him, “I really am sorry for embarrassing you earlier. I just wanted to have a little fun.” You told him sincerely.

He reached down and pulled his boxers back up before pulling you close to him, “Don’t worry about it babe. You more than made up for it.” He laughed a little. Josh leaned down and kissed your forehead and you snuggled deeper into his side. You just wanted to be near him. As you felt him calm down, a sense of calm and relaxing fell over you too. Before you knew it, your eyes had drifted closed. After a few minutes Josh whispered, “I love you.” His calloused fingers gently raked through your mostly fallen out curls.

You smiled to yourself, eyes still closed, “I know.” You joked and felt him laugh a little under your body.

Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: can you write an werewolf AU where ur a werewolf and ur dating peter parker. and so one night he invites you over to dinner (he invited the avengers as well) and you decided to go. but than he wants you to stay longer, and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings so you stayed, but the thing was, the night you were staying was the night the full moon was. and so as the full moon shined through the window, you race up to his bedroom and you started to transform. he wonders what’s going on, thx sm!! ♥

A/N: Werewolf AU || it’s long ;3

Warning: fluff

‘‘You better not have any plans with anybody tonight Y/N. It’s full moon tonight and you know what that means-’‘

‘‘Werewolf transformation.’’ you finish for her.

‘‘Yeah.. Yeah, I know mom. You’ve mentioned it ever since this morning. No need to keep telling me every hour.’‘ you sigh, rolling your eyes.

‘‘Just warning you honey.’‘ your mom smiles, ruffling up your hair with her hand.

‘‘Don’t worry mom.. I’ve got nowhere to go. I’m a lone wolf, remember?’‘ you smirk, pulling your phone out.

    Your mom laid a kiss on your head and than went off upstairs to sew up some clothes that you’ve ripped from previous transformations. Right after she left, your phone vibrated and a text popped up. It was from your crush, Peter Parker.

‘‘Hey Y/N. If you aren’t doing anything, I was wondering if you’d like to join me and some friends for dinner tonight?’‘ peter texted.

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Enoch O'Connor (Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children):

Emily has been living in the children’s home for many decades but still, Enoch doesn’t know how to behave around her due to her peculiarity.


I sat in the big garden next to some bushes reading a book. While my eyes were darting over the lines on the pages, the other children had been spending their time in the garden as well.

Claire and Bronwyn sat in the grass under a tree playing with princess dolls, next to them were Emma and Olive performing a daily chore which was helping a baby squirrel.

Hugh and Millard were playing football and ran around the whole garden shouting and laughing. It had been a bit distracting but I just tried to ignore them not wanting to be rude.

“Emily, watch out!”, I heard Hugh shout and my head shot up to look what was happening. Right in this moment the ball collided with my head. “Ouch!”, I mumbled angrily holding my head and stood up.

Hugh and Millard ran to me wanting to know wether I was fine. “Hugh!”, I snapped and looked at him. Panic. “It wasn’t me, I swear! It was Millard.”, he said quickly pointing at the floating clothes.  “I’m so sorry, Emily.”, Millard apologised and I turned my head to look at him. Guilt. Shame.

“Maybe you should stop playing. Everyday some unfortunate event disturbs my reading.”, Horace claimed appearing behind me before I could say something. “It’s okay, Millard. I’m fine.”, I said giving him a smile and looked at Horace. Annoyed. I grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the boys.

It wasn’t like Horace and I didn’t like them, we rather preferred to be left alone when reading our books.
“Just ignore them like I do and read your book over here.”, I mumbled and sat down in the grass making him come down with me.

I concentrated on my book again but I could hear Horace’s voice in my head, “Uncomfortable.”
“What’s making you uncomfortable?”, I asked Horace quietly and closed my book.
“Uh… it’s Enoch. He’s staring at us again.”, he mumbled looking at the ground.

I looked up to the house seeing a figure in Enoch’s window. I was curious and wanted to know what he was feeling but he was too far away for my peculiarity to work.

My peculiarity was quite interesting: I had the ability to see what another person is feeling or in what state he was,  when I looked at the person. It was possible with every person, even with Millard. But sadly it only worked in a particular area.
Sometimes I even knew someone’s feeling without looking at them on condition that there’s a stronger bond between me and the person. In this case, I would be able to hear this person’s voice in my head telling me his true feelings. But then again, this was only possible in my area.

“How do you know that he’s staring at us?”, I wanted to know but he just grinned at me. Feeling of superiority. “You know something.”, I realised and moved closer. “What did you dream about? Tell me!”, I demanded making him laugh.

“Emily, I don’t have more information than anyone else does.”, he smirked. I groaned and rolled my eyes since it was obvious that he was lying. “Why can’t you just tell me?”, I asked him but before he could answer Miss Peregrine asked us to change for supper.

I changed into a simple gray dress before leaving my room and stepping into the hallway where I saw Enoch leaving his room as well. Sadness. I saw sadness almost every time when I looked at Enoch. I thought about telling Miss Peregrine once but I made a promise to all of them that I would never reveal their feelings. But still I felt sorry for him and wanted to do something.
In the last decades I tried to approach him many times but he never lets anyone get to close to him.

I gave him a slight smile but he turned his head away and quickly went downstairs. Nervous. Sadness.

I followed him into the dining room where only Miss Peregrine, Horace and the twins were sitting at the table.

I took my usual seat next to Horace and watched Enoch taking his seat and avoiding to look at anybody. Uncomfortable. Sadness.
“Curiosity.”, I heard Horace’s voice before I turned to face him. “Nothing happened. Everything’s fine!”, I assured him a bit loudly making him chuckle.

I looked at Miss Peregrine. Confusion. “Everything’s fine.”, I repeated, smiled at her and she nodded before all the other children entered the room and took their seats.

After we all had finished we went into the living room since it was time for Horace to project his dreams.
I sat between Emma and Millard, Bronwyn sat on my lap and leaned against me. She snuggled up into my chest while I wrapped my arms around her causing her to smile. “Loved.”, I heard her voice and I smiled to myself.
I caught Enoch watching us but he turned away. Nervous.

The night before Horace dreamed about clothes, as usual. He was standing in a giant closet filled with suits and bow ties and he danced around before trying everything on.

Then the image changed and you could see Enoch sitting outside. We all turned to look at Enoch, who shifted on his seat. Embarrassment. Sadness.
After that, a hand slightly grabbed Enoch’s shoulder and then you could see me standing next to him. He smiled at me while I sat down right next to him leaving no space between us. Now, everyone was looking at me and I blushed.
I wanted to avoid looking at Enoch but I couldn’t help myself. Excitement. Then saw me looking at him. Shock.
My heart stopped beating. Why is he feeling this? I felt the heat in my face and hoped nobody would notice.

While the others had focused to Horace buying clothes again, I still tried to calm myself down. Why was that whole Enoch thing bothering me so much?

I also tried to focus on the projection and saw me again but this time with Emma and a boy who reminded me of Abe.

Just then Horace’s projection stopped, this were all of his dreams. I allowed myself to look at Enoch again. Jealousy. Sadness.

“Now, everyone, get your masks. It’s time for reset.”, Miss Peregrine clapped her hands and turned around to leave the room.

Everyone did as we were told and a couple of minutes later we all stood outside ready for the reset.

I stood next to Horace, who smirked at me but I ignored him. After Miss Peregrine finished resetting the time we made our way back to the house and then to our rooms.

Bronwyn and I shared a room since she got nightmares pretty often. Plus, we were like sisters, anyway.
So, after we made us ready to sleep, Bronwyn laid down and I told a story like every evening. Tired. Content.

She fell asleep really fast that evening and I laid down in my bed as well thinking about Horace’s dreams. It seemed like Enoch was comfortable with me being close to him… so maybe he will accept my approaches soon.

I fell asleep with that thought but woke up again around midnight. I heard a sound downstairs and sat up in my bed. One look to the side told me said Bronwyn was in a deep sleep. Content.

I left our room quietly finding my way downstairs. I didn’t really know what I expected but when I entered the kitchen I saw Enoch taking some jars out of a cupboard. Confusion. Sadness.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”, I asked causing him to jump. Some jars slipped out of his hands and crashed as they collided with the ground. “Damn it.”, he mumbled collecting the hearts off the ground. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”, I mumbled quickly. I rushed to his side and started to collect the sharps.

“Stop that.”, he said harshly as he snapped away my hands. I looked up at him. Nervous. Concerned.
It made me smile, which then again made Enoch furrow in his eyes in confusion. “You’re concerned that I’ll cut myself.”, I explained and he nodded lowering his head. Embarrassment.

“Your peculiarity scares me.”, he confessed calmly continuing to clean up the mess.
“Says the boy who collects hearts to raise the dead.”, I chuckled hoping to make him laugh. But, nothing. Not even a smile. Shame. Sadness.

“That was a joke. I like your peculiarity.”, I said giving him a smile and this time I even got him to raise the corner of his mouth. “I know. You already told me.”, he breathed out before I wanted to help him again but he just glared at me. Concern.

While I sat on the ground, I watched him cleaning everything properly and getting new jars for the hearts.
“Enoch, I know… i know I’ve already asked you this… but why do I see sadness when I look at you?”, I wanted to know as he sat down next to me, his back resting against the cupboards just like mine.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m lonely.”, he said simply and shrugged. Without thinking I took his hand and waited a moment before interwining our fingers.

I felt my heart beating against my ribs and I looked up at him. Nervous. Content.
I blushed when I realised that I had never seen contentment while looking at Enoch.

“I need to go back to sleep. Good night, Enoch.”, I yawned after a while of comfortable silence and stood up after looking into his brown eyes. Understanding. Sadness.

“Good night, Emily.”, he said quietly and even smiled slightly before I went upstairs to my room. I laid in my bed when I heard him going to bed as well and then thought about what had happened the last twenty minutes.

I couldn’t help but blush again when I thought about his concern, him being nervous or him being content for the first time.

I realised that due to my peculiarity I had never really paid attention to my own feelings. I was always to focused on other people.

I felt excitement which lead to a huge smile on my face.
Could it be that I had fallen in love with him? I mean, that would explain my interest in him even after getting rejected. And now, while I was thinking about it I could list many times where I got nervous around Enoch and where I watched him secretly.

So maybe, I actually was in love with that boy…


To be continued…


I’m sorry for the mistakes: English is not my mother tongue. Anyways, this is the first time I upload a fanfiction so I hope you like it. :)

Twenty-Four Hours

Requested By: @punkpoprules

My request is that Jughead and the reader were dating then they broke up and she starts self harming and Jug catches her and he freaks out and she runs going to the lake to kill herself, something like that, but he also still loves her.

Paring: Jughead x Reader

Description: You and Jughead had been dating for five months, things were great between the two of you. Until you saw him flirting with Betty, making you feel all kinds of emotions. Later Jughead would break up with you, causing an emotional breakdown, only making Jughead even more concerned about you. The only question is, was he too late or did he make it in time?

Warnings: Talk about self harm, suicide, fight

Word Count: 2,202

A/N: If you ever think about self harming please don’t, talk to someone. If you’re ever thinking about attempting suicide please don’t, talk to a parent or a friend even a therapist. You’re strong and can get through whatever you’re going through. Remember, everyone’s human, we all make mistakes, and we all can overcome them.❤️

Originally posted by atparadise

Lately things had been great for you, you were doing well academically, you had a steady home life and you had friends and a boyfriend that loved you.

You and Jughead had just celebrated your fifth month together as a couple.

Your friends, Archie, Betty, and Veronica all threw you a party at Pop’s.

It was probably the sweetest thing someone’s ever done for you.

That was the best night of your life, nothing could go wrong.

But a lot can happen in twenty-four hours.

That night you felt happiness you hadn’t felt in a long time, Jughead made you a different person, a good person.

“Guys this party is the best.” You smiled happily at your friends who played it off as if it was nothing.

Jughead gave one of his sly smiles, pulling you into a side hug.

Nothing could go wrong.

At least that’s what you thought.

Veronica and Archie had dragged you off to go dancing with them and other people out on the dance floor they created.

For once in your life you felt free, open, happy, and it was amazing.

You didn’t remember you could laugh as hard as you did when Archie tried doing the worm on the floor.

After a while of dancing you excused yourself, going back towards the booth.

What you didn’t expect was your Jughead flirting with Betty, one of your best friends.

You stood there stunned, unsure of what to do or even say.

You blinked a few times before walking back to the booth and sitting down next to Jughead.

“Hey guys..” You fake smiled, taking a sip of your milkshake.

“Hey how was dancing?” Betty smiled at you before glancing at Jughead.

“It was fun, Archie kept drying to do the worm.” You gave a small laugh, an awkward tension filling the air.

“What have you two been talking about?” You spoke up, looking at Betty then at Jughead.

They both glanced at each other, before giving the usual answers ‘oh nothing’ ‘just school’ and the normal 'just the news paper.’“

You gave a slight nod, not believing a word they said.

You decided to leave the party early, hoping someone would notice, but nobody did.

That night went from the best to the worst.

You tried to fall asleep that night, but it never happened, you laid awake wondering where you went wrong, and why Jughead would do that to you.

Your alarm went off, signaling you to get out of bed and get ready for another day at school.

You got dressed, grabbing some breakfast and walked out the door, starting your journey to school.

Once you got there you saw Betty and Jughead, but they were holding hands.

You felt your heart drop.

You rushed up to them, scaring them since you came out of nowhere.

“How could you?” You shouted, looking between the two of them.

Jughead looked at Betty who had a scared expression of her face.

“Y/N can we go talk please.” He whispered, dragging you away from Betty to a more secluded area.

“Am I just not good enough for you? Is it because I’m not like every other Riverdale High School girl?” You questioned, tears falling down your face.

Jughead looked at you with a confused expression on his face, shaking his head.

“No Y/N, you are, and these past five months have been great, but I think we just are slowly drifting apart.” He sighed, messing with his hair that was sticking out of his beanie.

You shook your head in disbelief.

“So because you think that you just decide to flirt with Betty, right in front of me?” You exclaimed, “My BEST friend!” You yelled loudly, causing some people to look at the both of you.

Jughead shifted uncomfortably not wanting all the attention on the both of you.

“Look Y/N I still love you and I always will, but I think us breaking up would be for the best.” He stated bluntly, avoiding your eyes.

You just let out a sad laugh, slowly backing away.

“To think I actually thought you were something special, you don’t love me Jughead, you obviously never did if you feel that it’s okay to date my best friend.” You shook your head, disappointment shown all over your face, making Jughead’s heart break.

“Y/N wait.” Jughead called after you, but you ignored him.

“Y/N!” He shouted again, but you were done, done with Betty and done with Jughead.

You were just done with it all.

You rushed into the school, going into the bathroom and making sure nobody was there.

You knew you shouldn’t do this, but there wasn’t anyone to stop you anymore.

You pulled your blade out of your backpack, slowly letting the metal slide against your skin.

Of course it hurt, but you were already so broken that it didn’t bother you.

You started sobbing, your emotions coming out all at once.

You didn’t hear the door open until you heard a voice.

“Y/N? Y/N is that you?” You heard the voice question.

You opened the door slightly to see Cheryl standing before you.

When she saw you she was shocked, she had never seen you in this state before.

“Y/N what happened, oh my god are you okay?” She asked frantically after seeing your arms.

“I’m fine.” You lied, but gave a fake smile anyways.

“No you’re not.” She sat you down on the floor, cleaning up your arms.

“What happened.” She demanded, cleaning your cuts.

“Jughead just broke up with me so he could date Betty.” You sighed sadly, giving a small broken smile.

Cheryl looked at you shocked, she never expected you and Jughead to break up.

“Hold on, you’re telling me that Jughead Jones, broke up with you.. To date Betty?” She spoke bitterly, standing up and helping you as well.

You just nodded sadly, making Cheryl’s insides boil.

Nobody really knew you and Cheryl were friends, you had grown close last year and now she was one of your closets friends.

“I’m going to go have a word with him.” She smiled bitterly, walking out of the bathroom.

You just decided to go home, not wanting to be at the school any longer.

While you were leaving, Cheryl was looking for Jughead in the cafeteria.

Once she spotted him, she gave him a look making him freeze.

She marched up to him, making him even more confused.

Jughead was about to ask what was going on when Cheryl did the one thing you couldn’t.

She brought her hand back and then will all her force slapped Jughead right in the face.

This surprised Jughead, making him flinch and rub his cheek from where Cheryl had hit him.

“You are unbelievable! I don’t know how you can live with yourself knowing you crushed Y/N’s heart. She loved you.” Cheryl spat bitterly, clenching her fists.

“And for you,” She glared at Betty, making her shrink next to Veronica.

“You have some nerve going after Jughead when he was with Y/N, but then again I always knew you were a slut, just like your sister.” She smiled wickedly, before fixing her hair and storming off.

Nobody knew what to do or say after the encounter with Cheryl.

Veronica and Archie were stunned, they didn’t know you and Jughead had broken up, they didn’t even know Jughead and Betty were hooking up.

“Guys I just got a text from Y/N.” Veronica spoke up, her eyes wide.

“What did she say?” Archie questioned, everyone looking at Veronica.

“She said that she’s sorry and that she’s just done.” Veronica read aloud, her eyebrows scrunched together before she realized what was happening.

“Jug where would Y/N go when she was sad.” Veronica asked frantically.

“Sweetwater River.” He replied, his eyes getting wide.

“Oh my god.” They all said at once, rushing out of the school.

By the time they arrived at the river you were already out on the ice, hitting your fists against it.

“Where is she? I don’t see her.” Veronica spoke frantically while everyone was searching.

“Oh my god over there!” Betty shouted, pointing out onto the ice.

“Oh my god Y/N! Y/N stop!” They all shouted, rushing down onto the ice before quickly retreating.

“We all can’t go on at once or we’re all going under.” Jughead spoke up, looking at you.

“Y/N please just come to the shore and we can figure everything out.” Betty called out to you.

You slowly stood up, your lip trembling, before the ice beneath you gave away and you fell into the cold frigid water.

“No!” Everyone screamed, not caring about the weight on the ice anymore as they all ran out to you.

“Y/N!” They all screamed, rushing to the opening.

“The current has her!” Archie yelled, “Spread out!” Jughead yelled as they all started shoving snow out of the way.

“Found her!” Jughead yelled, as him and Archie started to hit the ice, blood slowly mixing in with the water.

Archie finally broke through the ice, pulling your limp body out.

“She’s not breathing!” Jughead yelled, giving you CPR.

It took a few times before you started coughing up water, regaining air.

Jughead lifted you up, carrying you out of the cold.

You awoke in a house, you blinked a few times trying to figure out where you were.

“You’re awake, I brought you some hot chocolate.” Veronica smiled, sitting down beside you.

You gave a small smile and mumbling a 'thank you.’

She stood up, before Jughead came over to you.

“Y/N before you say anything, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said before, I love you, I always have.” He smiled sadly, making you smile too.

“I’m sorry too.” You sighed, sipping the hot chocolate.

“Can you forgive me?” He questioned, grabbing your hand gently.

You looked at him, your brain wanting to say no, but your heart said yes.

“Of course I can.” You sighed, making him let out a sigh of relief.

He leaned in, giving you a kiss, before letting you cuddle up in his arms.

So much really can happen in twenty-four hours.

girlmeetshit  asked:

Jughead had planned the perfect night to ask for Betty's hand in marriage, but their best friends made things complicated. Meanwhile Betty is trying to figure out a subtle way to tell Jughead that she's pregnant, but her day is awful, as is her mood.

The Three of Us

Jughead was pacing around the living room, tugging on his suspender. Where was she? He thought. 

He had made reservations at the new Italian restaurant downtown an hour ago. Betty was usually home two hours ago.

He had called her cellphone, but she hadn’t answered. He was starting to worry.

He took another lap around the living room, then shuffled into the kitchen.

Either way, he was doing this tonight.

He took a cutting board from the cupboard and gathered garlic and onions from the fridge, placed them on the board and started to chop.

A few minutes later, they were sizzling on the stove as the front door swung open.

“Bets?” Jughead called, peering out into the hallway.

“Ugh,” Was her reply. 

She took off her boots and placed them into slippers waiting by the door. She walked into the kitchen to find him.

“You wouldn’t believe the day I had,” Betty leaned towards to Jughead to give him a kiss. Her mood didn’t change that.

“What happened?” Jughead replied cautiously.

“That stupid prick Mr. Smith parked in my spot again, and then I have five late students to first period. Five! How do five students - anyway, then a couple decided to break up in my next class. Right in the middle of class. Nobody was paying attention. Then I spilled milk all over myself when I went to get lunch.” She took a deep breath.”And then, just to top off my day, two huge guys get in a fight in the hallway and I’m the only person around trying to stop it. Me! I’m p-I’m, uh, this tiny little person, y’know? How am I going to stop them? So I had to stay late to give them detention.” 

Jughead rubbed a hand up and down her arm, trying to calm her.

Betty shook her head slowly. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to take a quick shower.”

Jughead smiled and turned back towards the fridge. “I’ll finish dinner.”

Betty just nodded and trudged up the stairs. Then, her stomach lurched and she was running towards the bathroom. She slammed the door and heaved the contents into the toilet - why did they call it morning sickness if it happened all damn day?

Her stomach heaved again and she threw up into the toilet once more. She waited to see if she was going to vomit any more, but she seemed to be in the clear. She turned the shower on and stripped her clothes away, warming herself under the water.

She finished up, wrapping herself in a towel and padding towards the bedroom. She changed into warm cotton pants and a hoodie, throwing her wet hair behind her.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. She could do this - she could tell him.

Betty walked back down the hall, peering into the dining room. Jughead had lit candles and poured two glasses of wine. The table was set, and delicious smells were coming from the kitchen - well, they would have been delicious a few months ago. Now they were making Betty want to vomit.

“Jug, what did you put in that?”

“It’s chicken and bacon in blush sauce, your favorite.” 

Betty was about to say something else when the doorbell rang. 

She took a deep breath through her mouth and padded down to the door. 

Archie, Veronica, Kevin and Cheryl were standing there expectantly. 

“Uh, hey?” Betty asked confused.

Jughead poked his head out of the kitchen, shaking it furiously. 

“Jughead, are you cooking? Didn’t you-”

“Betty got home late, guys. I’m making dinner.” 

Jughead had made the mistake of telling his friends he planned on proposing tonight. He had forgotten all about it, instead worrying about the love of his life. 

“Well, it smells delicious.” Veronica said, making her way inside. “Make enough for us?”

“Yeah, Jug, you always make enough for an army.” Archie said, following Veronica.

Their friends figured he would be planning to propose another night.

Kevin and Cheryl made their way inside too, brushing past Betty.

“You know, I’m not really that hungry anyway.” Betty said, joining the group. “Feel free to have mine.”

A look of concern brushed Jughead’s face.

Betty took a deep breath through her mouth, trying to keep the nausea down.

Jughead grabbed the glasses of wine off the table and passed one to Betty. “Well, here. Lets toast to our friends ruining our Friday night.” He laughed tightly.

Betty took the glass but didn’t raise it to her mouth.

“Oh, shit, Jug, I just thought -” Archie started to say, smiling apologetically. 

Betty set her glass down beside her, hoping nobody would notice that she didn’t drink any.

Betty Cooper never said no to a glass of wine. Of course her friends noticed.

“Oh my God, Betty!” Cheryl screeched. 

“Can I talk to you?” Betty grabbed Cheryl none-too-lightly by the elbow, steering her towards her bedroom. Veronica followed behind them.

Betty shut the bedroom door.

“You’re pregnant!” Cheryl said beaming.

“Oh my God.” Veronica smiled. “Are you!?”

Betty smiled slowly. “Okay, yes, I’m pregnant, but you have to shut up because I haven’t told anybody else yet.”

“Jughead doesn’t know yet?” Veronica asked.

“He’s got to be pretty stupid if he hasn’t figured it out. You look like you’re about to throw up and you just turned down wine. You never turn down wine.”

“What she means is you’re glowing.” Veronica interjected.

“Well I was going to tell him, but you know, we kind of got interrupted.”

“Shit, right. Sorry. We can gather the others and go.” 

“Thank you,” Betty said, closing her eyes. Finally, something was going her way today. “I love you guys, though.”

Veronica squeezed her hand, smiling. “Congratulations, beautiful.” She murmured.

Cheryl smiled as well. “You’re going to be a great Mom, Betty.”

They hugged and left the room, padding down the hall together.

“Alright boys!” Cheryl called. “Let’s go hit a club.” 

They didn’t need much convincing, and a few minutes later, Jughead and Betty were alone again.

Jughead had forgotten about the food and gripped Betty’s hands.

“Betty, I have to ask you something.”

“I’m going to throw up.” Betty said quickly, taking off towards the bathroom once more.

Jughead followed her and held her hair back and she vomited again. He rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. 

Betty leaned back and closed her eyes when she was done, propping herself against the tub. 

“I’ll make you some tea, okay?”

Betty nodded her head as Jughead left the room. 

She got off the floor and walked to the kitchen a moment later.

Jughead was in the hallway, knelt on one knee. “Betty Cooper, I’ve been trying to do this all evening. But it doesn’t matter where I do it, or what I say. All that matters is that we’re together for the rest of our lives. I love you so much. It’ll be the two of us against the world.” He popped the box the he was holding open, revealing a ring. “Will you marry me?”

“Three of us,” Betty murmured, transfixed by the ring.


Betty ran a hand over her stomach. “Three of us, Jug. It’s going to be the three of us against the world.” 

“Oh, God, I’m an idiot.” Jughead laughed, thinking of all the obvious signs in front of him. He got off his knee and closed the distance between himself and Betty. “Is that a yes?”

Betty wrapped her arms around Jughead’s neck, leaning forward to kiss him. “Yes! Of course it’s a yes. I love you so much, Jug.” She kissed him again.

Jughead leaned back, placing a hand over Betty’s abdomen. 

“Are you… okay with this?” She murmured, nodding towards her belly.

“Are you kidding? Of course I’m okay. I’m more than okay, Betty, I’m so excited.” He knelt down again, lifting Betty’s sweater to touch her bare skin. “Hello in there,” He murmured. He placed a kiss on her stomach. “Me and your mommy are going to have a shot gun wedding!” He said in a baby voice. “Yes we are!” 

Betty laughed and hoisted Jughead back up. “Shut up.” She said, smiling. “I love you, Jughead.”

“I love you too,” He murmured.