flowers in a glass vase

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character posters → lily evans

standing up for those who need it most, pride in what you are and what you do, love so pure it could scare the darkest souls to death, generosity that knows no bounds, softness mixed with iron, a light spring breeze, flowers blooming in a glass vase, the grace of a lamb and with the roar of a lion, offering to fight a fight you know you’ll lose. 

Birthday Morning

For my birthday girl @littlewhitelies1403 and for all the other birthday girls in march 

All the love and Happy Birthday 

E. xx 

You feel his breath on your neck.Usually you say he shouldn’t do that, because you hate it when he is tickling you with his breath. The little baby hair on your neck is tickling your soft warm skin. But today, your lips curve in a tired soft smile. His big hand, which rests on your hip, begins to slide up. Accidently he pulls up your sleep shirt  and you feel his skin on your tummy. Not to mention that the shirt is one of his shirts: the black one with his name on it. You love the shirt, and how could he resist as you pout and flutter your eyelashes at him.

His green eyes twinkle, and you can feel his sensual lips on your ear. “Good morning, my birthday girl,” he whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to the soft skin behind your ear. 

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Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Nine)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Masterlist with all other parts for this story

Gif by @jonesbetts

A/N: The scene I used for inspiration for this chapter (and the song that’s used) is right here if anyone wanted to check it out!

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You were able to stay home from school for the entire next week. After Jughead and Veronica found out your secret, you wanted to avoid everyone and get back to your universe as soon as you could. You told Sam and Dean you could stay home and further research the Celtic spell the two of them had found or even travel to obtain some of the ingredients they needed. Since they were antsy to leave as well, they allowed you to miss school in order to help them out.

If Sam and Dean knew something was up with you, they didn’t say anything. Usually you were annoyed if they danced around a topic but you were grateful for it now. It was now Saturday night, the day of the dance. You had decided after the events of last weekend that you weren’t going to the dance. Despite this, you kept looking at the clock, counting down the hours until the dance at eight.

You were leaving tomorrow. The spell was done. All that it needed to do was sit for 24 hours. By nine am tomorrow, you would be home and you could forget this fiasco ever happened. However, even if you weren’t talking to your friends, it hurt you to think of losing them. You had ignored texts from all of them, eventually just settling for turning your phone off by Sunday night. You hadn’t looked at it since.

At seven pm, there was a knock on your door. Thinking it was either your brothers or Castiel with questions regarding the spell, you quickly got up to answer it. What greeted you instead when you opened the door was a surprise.

Jughead Jones, still wearing his beanie and clad in a black suit and tie, was outside your door, holding out a single red rose. Your eyes widened.

“Ms. Winchester.” he said.

“Mr. Jones,” you said back instinctively, still in shock. “W-What are you doing here? How’d you find me?”

Jughead smirked.

“I’m here to take you to the dance. Oh, and Veronica told me.” he said.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked down.

“Oh.” you said softly as you took the rose.

Of course she did.

Jughead sighed, sobering up.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

You toyed with the idea for a minute or two before eventually nodding, waving him in. He walked into your motel room, looking around it as you closed the door behind him.

“Not too shabby.” he joked, turning to look at you again.

You gave a small smirk as you put the flower into the only vase you had; a glass of water sitting next to your bed.

“Yeah, well, it’s not for very long.” you said, not totally lying.

Jughead nodded, thinking you were soon moving to a bigger place. The two of you were silent, eyes settling for looking at the ground.

“I—”

“Look—”

The both of you chuckled.

“You first.” you said.

Jughead smiled.

“I-I really just wanted to tell you that, um, I don’t care,” he said. “That you have a kid. I don’t care if you have six kids. I don’t care that you have all these secrets. Would I like to know? Yeah. Of course. I can tell these things are tearing you apart. I want to help. I want to be that person you talk to about all your problems. I like you, Y/N. A lot. And if you could do me the honor of accompanying me to the dance tonight, I’d be the happiest guy alive. Oh, and I’ll try not to ask any probing questions, but you know me.”

You giggled at his words.

“Well, Mr. Jones, after that beautiful speech, I see no reason not to go,” you said. “But do I have enough time to get ready?”

“I came here an hour early for a reason.” he deadpanned as he sat down on your bed.

You laughed.

“Of course you did,” you said. “Well, just let me take a shower and I’ll—”

A loud knock at the door interrupted you.

“Y/N!” a voice called.

You frowned.

“What even…”

You walked over to your door, opening it. Sam, Dean, and Castiel were all standing outside, craning their necks to see who was inside your room.

“Is he there?” Dean asked gruffly. “The kid, is he there?”

You rose your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, he is.” you said.

Your brothers and the angel barged into your room, making Jughead quickly stand up. Dean narrowed his eyes at the raven-haired teen.

Jughead, was it?” he asked.

“Uh, yes,” the teen said, quickly walking over to the taller men.

He held out his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you.” he said.

The men looked at Jughead’s hand.

“Hmm.” Dean snorted and Jughead slowly lowered his hand.

“So, Y/N,” your eldest brother began. “I couldn’t help but notice that Jughead here is all dressed up but you’re not. Care to explain?”

You rolled your eyes at Dean’s tone.

“He came here early to talk to me. Is that such a crime?” you asked.

“No, not at all,” Sam said. “But you need to get ready. That gives us the perfect opportunity to talk to him. Alone.”

Jughead turned white as a sheet as Dean smiled wolfishly.

“I swear to God if you guys—” you began.

“We just want to talk!” Dean said as he held up his hands in surrender.

You sighed.

“Just talk. That’s it.” you warned looking at the three men.

“Talking is all we need.” Dean said smugly.

Jughead swallowed, his eyes wide with fear.

“Alright.” you sighed.

“Great. Jughead, why don’t you come with us back to our room? We can have our little chat there while Y/N gets ready.” Sam offered.

Jughead nodded slowly.

“Okay.” he croaked.

Dean slapped a hand on the smaller boy’s back as he lead him to the door.

“This’ll be fun.” he said.

Castiel gave you a sympathetic look as the four of them left your room, leaving you alone.

You sighed.

You needed to get ready as fast as you could.

At twenty minutes to eight, you emerged from your motel room donning your beautiful black dress and small black heels that you had borrowed from Veronica the day before you got your dress. You only had a touch of makeup on; some eyeshadow and some lip gloss. You looked beautiful.

You knocked on your brothers’ motel room door, taking a deep breath. Castiel opened the door, eyes widening when he saw you.

“Y/N,” he breathed. “You look beautiful.”

You smiled.

“Thank you, Castiel.” you said.

He held the door open all the way, ushering you in.

The rest of the guys who were sitting on the beds looked up at you. Jughead beamed while Sam and Dean looked just as surprised as Cas did. They quickly got up.

“What do you guys think?” you asked as you gave a little twirl.

“You look amazing, Y/N.” Jughead said.

You smiled at him.

“Thank you, Juggie.”

Dean snorted.

““Juggie.”” he repeated quietly.

“Dean.” Sam scolded.

But you and Jughead didn’t notice. You were too busy smiling at each other. Staring at each other. Trying to remember this moment.

“Well,” Dean cleared his throat. “Guess it’s time for you kids to hit the road. Don’t wanna be late, I guess.”

You and Jughead nodded as the teen made his way over to you.

“You really do look stunning.” he whispered in your ear, making you giggle.

“Remember what we talked about, Jughead.” Dean warned.

Jughead nodded.

“Yes, sir.” he said.

Dean looked pleased at being called “sir,” but he refused to give Jughead the satisfaction of seeing his approval.

“Go on then.” he said.

You and Jughead left the motel room, the three men trailing behind you. You saw the lone car in this motel parking lot and raised your eyebrows at Jughead who smirked.

“It’s Archie’s. Convinced him to let me borrow it for the night.” he said as he pulled the keys out of his pocket, jingling them.

You nodded in approval.

“Not bad, Mr. Jones,” you said. “Not bad at all.”

Just as the two of you got into the car, you heard two voices behind you.

“Have fun!” Sam called.

“But not too much fun!” Dean blurted out, making you and Jughead blush.

You closed your car door and Jughead sped off, the two of you on your way to the dance.

When you entered Riverdale High’s gymnasium, you were shocked to see how much decoration there was. Multicolored streamers were everywhere and the gym was decked out in white Christmas lights complete with a random disco ball hanging from the middle of the ceiling.

“You like it?” Jughead asked, looking at you.

You instead looked down as your intertwined fingers and smiled.

“Yeah. I do.” you said.

Jughead blushed, making you giggle again.

“Y/N!” a voice called.

You turned around to see Veronica who was looking at you with wide eyes.

“You came!” she exclaimed.

You smiled and nodded.

“Guess I did.” you said.

She sighed.

“Y/N, I feel terrible,” she began. “I shouldn’t have tried to confront you on the—”

You cut her off with a tight hug, not letting go.

“Y/N?” she asked softly.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Just… thank you.”

You pulled away to see Veronica smiling at you.

“Okay.” she said quietly.

A pop song started to play loudly in the background and you felt Jughead take your hand again.

“You wanna dance?” he asked.

You nodded and turned back to Veronica.

“I’ll see you around?” you asked.

She beamed, nodding.

“Of course!” she said. “I wanna hear all about how this little thing between you and Juggie came to be.”

You smiled before you allowed Jughead to pull you towards the middle of the dance floor, your heart falling as you realized that was probably going to be the last time you ever saw Veronica Lodge. Your thoughts were momentarily forgotten once you saw Jughead’s blinding smile as he started to dance. You began to dance as well only for the song to suddenly change to a slow song.

What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

Jughead smiled shyly and held his hands out for you. You took one of them slowly as your other hand rested on his shoulder and his free hand rested on your waist.

You’ve got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down
What’s going on in that beautiful mind

The two of you looked down bashfully, eyes glancing up at each other every now and then.

I’m on your magical mystery ride
And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright

Taking a chance, you decided to rest your head on the area just below his shoulder. You felt him tense before he finally relaxed, his cheek coming to rest of your head.

My head’s under water
But I’m breathing fine
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind

You could feel and hear Jughead’s heart pounding furiously in his chest. You looked up at him only to see his blue-green eyes returning your stare.

‘Cause all of me
Loves all of you

With that, Jughead dipped down and captured your lips with his in a soft, sensual kiss. Your body felt like it was on fire and you deepened the kiss, feeling Jughead’s telltale smirk against your lips. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, Jughead was looking at you with so much love in his eyes that you thought your heart might burst.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked.

You nodded, smiling.

“Yeah.”

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A/N: Final part will be up either tomorrow or Tuesday! :)

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