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The past two weeks have been good to me!

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Gif source:  Jefferson

Imagine once Jefferson remembers he was the Mad Hatter, he seeks you out because you were once Alice, but you don’t remember Wonderland or him and he’s crushed because he’s in love with you.

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“Alice,” you hear someone call, but continue on your path as they hadn’t called your name. The repetition of it comes louder, more hasty, and with an urgent edge to the otherwise normal day in Storybrooke, “Alice!” Even still, you don’t stray from your routine until he grabs you by the hand, pulling you from your stride to come face-to-face with unfamiliar blue eyes, “Alice, didn’t you hear me?”

“I’m sorry, you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” was he mad, stopping you so forcefully? Pulling yourself gently from the man’s grip, you find yourself unable to keep yourself from thinking that he did happen to look familiar. You must have seen him around town sometime, you decide as you explain, “My name is (Y/N), not Alice.”

He looks much more devastated than you’d expected, a shadow falling over his face as he seems to realize something you don’t. The man’s lips part, and for a moment you suspect he’s about to insist on something, but he thinks the better of it the more he studies your completely confused features. You were sure you’d met him somewhere before. Possibly Granny’s Diner?

Before you can ask for his name, he apologizes, “My mistake.”

He’s walking away as you remember his name is Jefferson.

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(Requested by Anon)

Nessie was absolutely stunning. Bella and Edward did an amazing job raising her and you commended them at least five times already. You were glad you took the time off to come meet Renesmee for the first time.

“What do you mean he’s coming now? I thought he was supposed to come next month!” Your cousin hissed at Alice. You raised an eyebrow and let go of Nessie’s hand, cutting off the picture she was showing you.

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The Royals S3 finale thoughts.

- OMG, can someone stop this coronation?

- I don’t like Robert.

- Sarah Alice should be adopted by the Royal Family and be the next queen.

- Robert saw Helena and Spencer, he’s gonna be FIIIIIIRED.

- If Robert crashed Jack’s plane I SWEAR

- I don’t like Robert AT ALL.

- Believe my poor baby Liam, he’s right!! He doesn’t like Robert either.

- Elena and Eleanor are being so delusional and naive with this hole “get over yourself Liam” thing.

- MY POOR BABY IS RIGHT GODDAMNIT

- Hahhhh!! So Robert set the meeting between Len and Sebastian? I hate him.

- Kathryn’s gonna be Robert’ed (this is a new word that means fucked up by Robert)

- KILL HIM LIAM KILL THAT BASTARD.

- I’m still Team King Liam.

- OH GOD SARA ALICE YOU’RE SO CUTE

- JASPER YOU’RE SO FUCKING CUTE TOO.

- If Robert had something to do with Jaspeanor breaking up I swear to God…

- Omg someone please hit Robert with the crown and kill him already.

- C’mon Cyrus! We all know you ain’t gonna kill yourself!! Stop waisting time-screen and do something useful for once!  

- I don’t know the name of Len’s new bodyguard but the girl has guts! I like her, and she’s Jaspeanor AF too so welcome to the team mate!

- Liam RAN OFF to see Kathrin omggg he’s so in love and she’s so stupid for choosing the wrong one.

- Robert saw Helena and Spencer AGAIN, I think he’s gonna kill him.

- JASPEANOR IS MAKING ME SUFFER.

- Robert, stay the fuck away from Willow I’M TELLING YA.

- Kathryn, you’ve been officially Robert’ed. Don’t say I didn’t warm you.

- That’s it Liam, tell the little shit you’re taking his ass DOOOOOWN. PREACH KING, PREACH!

- King Simon knew Robert would never make a great king that’s why he wanted to disband monarchy OMG, he knew Liam would be a better king!!

- ROBERT KNEW EVERYTHING AND WAS BEHIND EVERY NASTY THING. OH GOD, WHAT A CREEP.

- Foreal, he knew about Liam and Kathryn, AND WTF MATE YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO SAY THAT TO HER, YOU MAY BE A KING BUT YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE.

- Those kisses to Liam & Kathryn reminded me to The Goodfather and stuff, like if he’s gonna kill them or something EW get this asshole out of my sight FFS.

- He started the Jaspeanor breakup. I’M LOSING MY SHIT Y’ALL IMA KICK HIS PETTY ASS BACK TO THAT FREAKING ISLAND.

- I’M SO SURE HE CRASHED JACK’S PLANE.

- OMG HE FIRED SPENCER???????? HOW DARE YOU LITTLE SHIT TO FIRE THE REAL KING.

- NO DUDE, YOU’RE NOT GONNA STEAL WILLOW FROM LIAM TOO. YOU’RE NOTTTTTTTTTTTT.  

- I would not be surprised if Robert had something to do with his own dad death, so he crashed his own plane just to hide somewhere quiet while Ted killed Simon so monarchy would not be disbanded and he could come back later. I mean, that dude is a total psycho and he proved it himself, If this it’s some slowburn elaborated for years plan, I will not be surprised. 

- DAAAAAMN KING LIAM & CYRUS BACK AT IT AGAIN! Destroy him I’m begging you!! 

- Queen Helena looks like she’s 100% done with the new king, JUST LIKE ME.

- HOW IN HELL DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WAIT FOR MONTHS? I CAN’T WAIT JUST DROP THE NEW SEASON ALREADY.

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Thoughts on Riverdale 1x04

(Spoilers, DUH) 

- Hermione i liked you and i trusted you but BITCH NO MORE 

- Alice DRAGGED MRS GRUNDY 

- She is still mental but yeah, she exposed that bitch

- BYE BYE GRUNDY NO ONE CARESS! 

- I am starting to like Veronica’s and Kevin’s friendship! 

- “MY BROTHER JASON” Yep that’s what Cheryl was all about again

- Oh and exposing Hermione of course

- B and V being detectivesss! 

- Archie’s dad AKA BEST DAD EVER 

- ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW JUGHEAD ACTUALLY LIVED IN THE DRIVE-IN. LIKE WHERE WILL THIS CINNAMON ROLL STAY NOW 

- AND HE DID THE CROWN JUGHEAD WORE IN THE COMICS AND THAT BIKER 

- I CAN’T I WANT ANOTHER ONEEE!

Okay, but can we please just take a minute to appreciate this little part

Look at how they look at each other. And then they join hands. They love each other so much and are so happy to be able to disappear together.

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I was going to tell you everything. I tried. Then I asked you to get on a plane with me and disappear. Do you remember that?

Help me practice

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Original female and male characters

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader, OC×Reader

Word count: 2813

Warnings: First kiss, kissing, make out session, hair pulling, lip biting, Jealous!Dean

Summary: College!AU
The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.

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You were still smiling about Alice’s joke as you finally walked outside your college, your eyes immediately falling onto the shiny, black Impala that informed you of Dean’s return.

He wasn’t hard to find, you just had to follow the dreamy stares of practically every girl on campus, and you spotted the group of giggling girls surrounding him.

You almost run towards him, he’d been gone for a week and you had missed him like crazy, “Dean!” There was a huge grin etched on your face when you saw him untangling himself from his admirers to turn your way.

His green eyes locked on yours and a smile spread on his lips too, as he opened his arms ready to envelope you in a bear hug. You let your rucksack fall to the ground, jumping and wrapping your body around him, while his arms held you against him.

“Missed me, sweetheart?” You nuzzled his neck, breathing in his scent and enjoying being in his arms once again, “Not really, was just getting tired of walking back home…”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that erupted from you at his offended glare, but soon he was laughing as well, “So? How did it go? Did Sammy win?” Dean had his proud big brother look, which meant his brother had at least reached the finals on the contest.

“Almost. He won second place and he’s feeling a little down cause he was so close to actually win the whole thing, but I couldn’t have been any prouder (Y/n)! You should have seen him, he was awesome!”

You made your way to his car as he explained how their trip had gone, “(Y /n)! Wait a sec!” You turned around and found Dave, your physics partner approaching you.

“Thank God you’re still here, I wanted to ask you when we’re meeting up to work on the project” You checked the agenda on your phone, while Dean and Dave discussed the latest results of the school’s football team.

“I’m telling you, man, if you’d been here, we would’ve totally kicked their asses!” Dean sighed scratching the back of his neck, “I told you guys it was a pretty big deal for Sammy, I couldn’t miss it, besides, we can still kick their asses at the rematch!”

“Are you guys done daydreaming about your football matches?” They both stopped and stared at you with sheepish grins on their faces, “How about Friday? You don’t have practice, right?”

“Nope, it’s perfect! See you in class, okay?” You nodded and he leaned down pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek, a blush immediately spreading across your face, “See ya at practice, Dean!”

“What, no kiss for me?” That statement earned Dean a punch on his arm from you, while Dave left, chuckling to himself. “So, you and Dave, huh?” You were just starting to turn back to your normal color, when you pulled up in front of your house and Dean asked the question.

“What? No! I only see him as a friend! We’re just, we’re just…lab partners” Dean shook his head, the both of you getting out of the car and heading for your door, “Yeah right, he likes you, (Y/n)…a lot”

You pretended not to hear his remark, and unlocked the door making your way in, “Have you talked to your mom lately?” You grabbed two bottles of beer, and handed one to Dean who was leaning against the island waiting for you to answer him. 

“Yeah, last night, she says she’s fine, dad too. They’re flying to Venice next week to close a deal with a company I can’t quite remember the name of…but they’ve confirmed that they’ll be spending their next holiday here, at uncle Bobby’s house”

“Great, I’m happy for you” He watched the small smile on your lips, knowing how much you missed your parents, but you wanted to finish your studies, and traveling from one place to the other with them would’ve made it impossible. 

That was why you’d decided to stay with Bobby, he wasn’t even your biological uncle, just a family friend, but you’d always considered him as part of your family.

There was a comfortable silence around you, before your eyes fell on the kitchen clock, “Crap!” You ran up the stairs to your room and Dean followed you, “What? What is it?”

“Alice asked me to send her some stuff for her literature paper as soon as I got home, she’s gonna kill me!” You heard Dean sigh as he plopped on your mattress, staring at you with an amused expression on his face, “I thought it was something important…”

“It is important, Dean! She needs to get a good grade or her parents won’t let her come to the game next week, and she promised that guy she’s seeing that she’d be there…” You hurried to send your best friend everything that could even remotely help her, and then joined Dean on your bed.

“Dean?” You were both facing the ceiling, the only difference was that his eyes were closed, “Hum?” You turned on your side and poked his chest to get him to look at you, “What? I’m listening, (Y/n)! Stop doing that!”

You stopped, but mainly cause his big hand was wrapped around your smaller one, “Do you, ehm, do you really think he…likes me?” You looked away when he opened his eyes and stared at you, “Who? Dave? Definitely!”

This time it was you who closed your eyes, and lay back on your pillows, “Why? You like him, too?” You took in a deep breath, trying to find an answer to his question, ‘Nope, I like you, you idjit!’

“I don’t know. I mean, he’s sweet, and he’s always been nice to me…” He waited for you to finish, and when you didn’t he shifted on his side, to get a better look at you, “But?”

“But I don’t know, Dean! I’m so nervous, what if he tries to kiss me or something on Friday?” You didn’t notice how Dean’s jaw clenched at the thought of that possibility, “If you don’t want him to, just tell me, and I’ll make sure to let him know that he shouldn’t try anything funny with you…”

“It’s not that I don’t want him to…” When those words left your lips, Dean felt his heart shutter, but he shut up and let you finish, “…it’s just that, you know that I’ve never done this kind of stuff, Dean! What if I mess up?”

“You won’t mess up, (Y/n)! You just need some practice, and you’ll be a pro in no time” You let his words sink in, before you mustered the courage to ask him the biggest favor of your life, “Would you…uhm, help me practice?”

You barely whispered the words, and your face and neck were beat red, “Please?…” His eyes stared at you intensely, almost as if he was trying to search something buried deep in your soul, before he finally looked away and lay back on your pillows as well.

“Sure, what else are best friends made for, right?” You drew in a shuddering breath, your heart finally able to beat again as you released your bottom lip from the harsh trap of your teeth, “You wanna try now?”

“Y-yeah…I mean if-if it’s okay with you” Your mattress squeaked, signaling you that Dean had sat up, and you tried to look anywhere but him, before you felt his hand gently coaxing you into sitting up with him.

Your (e/c) eyes found his green ones; your mind going in overdrive when you realized what you had actually asked him to do. You couldn’t stop your eyes from glancing down to his lips, watching as the corners of them lifted up slightly when he noticed you were staring.

A deep blush coated your cheeks, but when you looked up again, you found him focused on your lips as well, his green irises taking on a darker shade of green.

You subconsciously bit down on your lip and the smallest, weakest groan left his mouth; a groan you were sure you would have missed if you hadn’t been following his tongue slowly licking across his lips and wetting them.

You were both breathing harder than usual. Your heart beat was so loud in your ears you were sure he could hear it too; hear how it skipped a beat each time he moved a muscle.

You pressed your palms down on your covers, hoping to stop them from sweating more than they’d already had, and this time it was you who licked your lips, trying to fight the dryness you felt in your mouth at his close proximity.

Dean placed his hand on yours, smiling reassuringly down at you, “Hey, just relax, (Y/n)” He couldn’t quite understand how he was able to lecture you on relaxing, when he felt his heart about to jump out of his chest, but apparently he was still able to play it cool.

You nodded, feeling a smile creep on your face at how much the situation was affecting you, and then you felt his hand travel up your arm; a gesture he’d done so many times, but this time, everything felt different, more heightened.

Dean took his time caressing his way up your arm, until he reached your neck and he let his forefinger lightly trace your pulse point, watching as the small touch made you shiver.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, while he snaked his other arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his body; your hands moving to grip his biceps.

'Man, I can’t believe I’m finally going to kiss her…“ His thumb skimmed your bottom lip, making you part your lips a little, "You sure?” You nodded your head and then he was slowly leaning towards you, stealing your breath away.

It felt like an interminable amount of time, before he actually kissed you; but when he did, everything fell in place, as if that was the only thing that was missing in your life.

Your eyes fell shut when his lips touched yours, the tension slowly leaving both of your bodies as your lips molded together. He brushed his lips on yours, almost as if he was testing the waters, before he was really kissing you.

You felt him slightly smile against your lips, when a small sigh escaped you. The kiss couldn’t have lasted more than ten seconds, but to you it felt like a life time.

His lips felt just as soft and plump as you’d always thought they’d be; his hands rough but gentle nonetheless, keeping your bodies close to one another, as you clung to his strong arms.

You’d felt his hand press into the small of your back, the other one finding the back of your neck to keep your lips together, as your hands squeezed his muscles.

You reluctantly pulled back, and your eyes opened to find his green ones already staring at you, “So?” He was kind of nervous, after all this was your first kiss, and he wanted, no needed, it to be nice for you.

“Perfect” Your face split into a huge grin, reliving him of his worries and prompting him to smile too. He pressed his forehead to yours and pecked your nose, making you giggle, before his eyes darted down to your lips again.

“Wanna try again?” You brushed your lips on his as an answer, and he kissed you again.

His lips pressed to yours more firmly this time, gently massaging them and only pulling back when you needed oxygen again.

Dean took the chance to pepper kisses along your jaw; you felt his full lips press against your heated skin; your hands now around his shoulders to keep him close. 

He kept connecting your lips together, until you had to pull away to suck in sharp breaths, and he would go back to kiss and nip down your jaw, slowly heading towards your neck, making you mewl and shift closer to him.

You were growing more frustrated by the second, which made you grab his face in a desperate need to taste his lips again. This time he parted them a little, and you did the same, following his silent instructions.

Your lips moved together, nipping and pulling at the swollen flesh; you knew he was way more experienced than you, but from the small approving noises he was making; you were beginning to gain more confidence.

He pulled you flush against his body; your arms wrapping around his neck, while his fingers threaded through your (h/c) locks. You felt Dean’s tongue licking across your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you gladly granted.

His tongue teased yours, barely touching it for a while. Then he changed tactics and he let his tongue stroke yours, starting a fight for dominance which he led and won.

You didn’t know why you did it, but you felt the urge to tug on his hair, and when you did he moaned in your mouth, working to make you straddle his hips. His tongue kept teasing your own as he lay back on the bed, pulling you down with him.

His hands were on the back of your thighs, kneading them. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, something you had fantasized about doing for quite some time, and then gently bit on it, hearing him groan and tighten his hold on you.

You softly moaned his name when you felt his hands sneaking under your t-shirt and caressing your bare back, “He’s probably going to try to do something like this, but you should stop me-I mean him, you should stop him, if you’re not ready, okay?”

You nodded, crashing your lips on his again and he sucked your tongue into his mouth, enjoying the quiet moans and whimpers you let out and feeling you shudder on top of him as his hands traveled up your back, heading for your bra.

His fingers fumbled with the clasp of your navy blue bra, and as he had almost opened it, his phone rang, making you both pull back from each other. He flashed you an apologetic look, to which you just smiled shyly, looking away.

“Damn it! I’m sorry, it’s Sammy, he’s at the library, and I promised I’d pick him up…” You combed your fingers through your hair, trying to fix your messy locks, “No, it’s okay, I should start my homework anyway”

He nodded and rose to his feet; his eyes watching your skin dissappear as you pulled down your t-shirt, before he cleared his throat, and forced them to look away. You walked him to the front door, thinking about something to tell him.

“Thank you for, ehm…you know, for your help” Your hands were playing with the hem of your shirt nervously, as you tried to hide their shaking, “Trust me, sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me. It was my pleasure”

His hands found your waist again, and he pulled you close to him once more; your breath hitching in your throat when you thought he was going to kiss you, but then he pressed his lips to your forehead, making you wish you could just lean up and have them touch your own for a little longer. 

“I’ll call you later, okay?” He sent you a quick wink and left, climbing into his car as you closed the door and rested your back against it; your hand on your heart while you tried stop it from beating so fast and to get your breathing under control.

Dean sat in Baby and brought his fingers up to touch his lips as he replied the scene in his head, wishing you were more than just friends and losing himself in his thoughts about you, before his phone rang again.

“Sammy? Hey, yeah, I’m coming!” He fumbled to put the keys into the ignition, cursing himself for his clumsiness, “You’re still at (Y/n)’s, aren’t you?”

“What? No, no! I said I’m coming, I’ll be there in 5” He disconnected the call, and started driving towards the library, failing to find a solution to all the feelings he had started to develop for you.

He parked the car in front of the library, waving to Sam and pulling out his phone to check the text he’d received, 'Dude, do you think (Y/n) would go out on a date with me?’ He decided to ignore Dave’s text for the moment, resting his head on Baby’s wheel.

“Shit. I’m screwed!” He whispered the words to himself right as his little brother hopped on the car, asking him how his day had gone.