#mishas-bottom

[mishas-bottom]

hi hello does anyone remember me I got my phone stolen so i havent been able to be online much :( okay.. HELLO FRIENDS I AM BACK BUT I DONT KNOW HOW OFTEN I'LL BE ON BUT I'LL BE ON

[crowleysassbuttt]

Rule #1: Always post the rules. Rule #2: Answer the question the person who tagged you asked, then write 11 new ones. Rule #3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post. Rule #4: Actually tell them you tagged them.

I was tagged by everything-on-planet-earth :)

1. Favorite food?

Umm sushi but also ice cream but also mac and cheese

2. Favorite animal?

DOGS hands down

3. Best trait I think I have

My laugh/smile maybe?  Idk

4. What song do you listen to the most?

Hells Bells by ACDC

5. How now brown cow?

Not much, honestly. Lotsa partying is happening, and lotsa school stuff. 

6. What is your favorite movie of all time?

I really loved Guardians of the Galaxy, but I think I'd have to say Bridesmaids (this fucking movie kills me)

7. How many fingers am I holding up?

6. Don't ask me why lol

8. What is your favorite form of potato?

Mmm wedges or fries

9. Favorite flavor of pie?

Jesus christ I can't answer this. I've loved literally every single flavor I've tasted

10. Who's your favorite character?

Dear Lord thats hard. Dean Winchester, because I literally have every conceivable thing in common with him, and I connect with him so much

11. What's your favorite season?

FALLLLLLLLL omfg I'm so excited for halloween and pumpkins and leaves and corn mazes and just omg I can't wait

Okay now for my questions:

1. What does your ideal life look like?

2. Who's your favorite female character (from anything)?

3. What came first, the chicken or the egg?

4. What is your zodiac sign?

5. What's on your mind?

6. Favorite time of day?

7. What's a piece of advice you took to heart?

8. How do you think people perceive you?

9. If you could wear one thing for the rest of your life what would it be?

10. What do you like most about yourself?

11. Last question :). If you watch anime, what's your favorite one?

I'm tagging:  holyhelldemondean, zokiwinchester, sassycassbutts, kristinrv, mishas-bottom, bethehhhny,way-wardangels,crusheddestiel, dean-has-a-wing-kink, fangirldestiel​, and castielriot 

[biarodean]

Explained

What happened after my fic Explanations. I just might turn this into a series.

nickyyyyyyyyy i whisper to yooooooouuuuuu

HS!AU, Destiel, making out.

“Dean, come on, when can I take this thing off?” Cas was stumbling along the hallway in his flat, wearing a makeshift blindfold and being pulled along by Dean, who was rather excited and kept ramming Cas into things.

“Just a second, Cas. We’re almost there.”

“Dean. I have stubbed my toes more times in this 1 minute walk than I have in my entire life. Hurry up.”

“Hang on a second! Just follow the sultry sound of my voice…” Cas smiled at the obvious Monsters, Inc. reference.

“You better be leading me to a good door, Wazowski.” Dean laughed.

“Well, it’s no soothing room in Nepal, but it sure as hell ain’t a closet. You’ve already come out of one, no need to shove you into another.” Dean waited, then laughed again when Cas smacked his arm. Then, Cas was abruptly stopped in the hallway. Dean let go of his hand and he heard the familiar “dying witch shriek” creaking of his bedroom door being opened. The smell of roses and candle smoke wafted out, and he desperately hoped that Dean had not set his bed on fire. Dean pulled him into the room and Cas could hear soft saxophone music coming from somewhere.

“Okay, you can look now.” Cas pulled the blindfold down around his neck and gasped a little. There were rose petals scattered all over the room and a few well placed candles giving the room a certain ambiance. Cas turned to Dean, blinking.

“You didn’t need to go through all this trouble! Why… why did you?” Dean blushed and looked down.

“Well… since this is your first time and all… I wanted it to be special for you.” Cas smiled. He put his arms around Dean’s neck and kissed him, slow and sweet, but passionate, like the kiss of someone who has only just found Paradise in another human. Dean happily reciprocated, wrapping his arms around Cas and pulling him closer, making their bodies flush with each other. They walked over to the bed, Dean going backwards, until he was sitting down with Cas straddling his lap, Dean hands on Cas’ hips, Cas’ hands cupping Dean’s face. After what seemed like an eternity, Cas pulled away. Their lips were slightly swollen and pink. Dean licked his lips and said hoarsely,

“That… was awesome. We should do that again.” Cas grinned.

“Well, I’m all too happy to comply.”

[biarodean]

so i guess it was sad

nO FUCKING SHIT I’M GOING TO ANGRILY LISTEN TO FALL OUT BOY AND WRITE FLUFF 

MEIN GOTT NICHOLAS

MEIN GOTT

[mishas-bottom]

(My first fanfiction, guys!!! Well, on here, at least. I hope you like it! And I’d love feedback!)

He scanned the candy section of the gas station slowly, pacing back and forth, up and down the aisle.

What to get, what to get… Cas thought calmly. Chocolate? He picked up a bar. No. He thought, placing it down. Taffy? He picked a piece up.

The door of the gas station opened, the bell rang through the store. A tall man wearing a plaid button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up just above his elbows walked in. Cas still paced the aisle, eyeing the candy. What did he want?

The man in plaid went straight to the back of the market, aiming to grab a beer from one of the coolers that lined the back wall. Cas’ eyes landed upon something he hadn’t noticed at the end of the aisle. An apple pie, in a clear plastic container.

Perfect, he thought. He took a step towards it, his hand going to grab the pie when-

“Dude, that’s my pie,” The man in plaid had suddenly appeared behind him, a beer in hand. Cas turned around, startled. His hand came down to his side, balled in a fist. “My. Pie.” He looked down slightly at him, his bright green eyes burning through Cas’ blue ones.

“I’ve been looking here for over 10 minutes, this pie is mine,” Cas retorted. He eyed the man’s face, his nose scrunched up in irritation. Who was he to tell him not to get that pie?

“Look, Dean Winchester don’t take ‘no’ for an answer,” he sidestepped him, reaching for the pie. “Now, I’ll just take this, and-”

He was cut off by Cas grabbing his arm, pushing him away. He grabbed the pie, and held it close to his body. He felt the plastic bend under the pressure, but held firm to it. “Listen, Dean. I want this pie,” he looked up at him, Dean’s blonde hair flashed in the fluorescent lighting, his eyebrows came down in a scowl. He put his hands out to grab the pie, but Cas turned around and held it to his belly. “Stop that!”

“Let go of it!” Dean said, annoyed. His face was half buried in Cas’ mass of hair. “C’mon, dude, really.” His voice pleaded somewhat now. He stopped pushing against him so hard. Cas turned his head back at Dean, holding the pie as tight as ever.

“Let go of me,” he said between his teeth. He wiggled under Dean’s grip; he felt Dean’s muscles through both their shirts, writhing away during their skirmish. “I have an idea.”

Dean stopped reaching around Cas, still keeping his arms loosely around his waist. “Go ahead, say it,” he said, his mouth close to Cas’ ear.

“I pay for the pie, I eat half, you eat half,” he said in an even voice, inhaling deeply to get his breathe back.

Dean’s arms came away from his sides, the beer still in his grip. He took a breathe,  looking over Cas, measuring him up. “Sure, okay, sounds fair.” He leaned against a shelf of junk food beside him.

Cas held the pie out, and top of the pie had some cracks now, but it still looked edible. He walked up to the counter, where a store clerk watched a TV to the side of the counter. He dropped the pie down in front of the register. The clerk lazily turned his head, and scanned the pie. He obviously hadn’t paid attention to the fight over the pie.

“$4.58, man,” he said, holding out his hand for the money. Cas pulled out a five dollar bill, and put it on the counter. He turned around with the pie, walking towards the entrance, not even bothering with the change. Behind him, Dean quickly bought the beer, and followed him outside.

“Pie. Now.” Dean said when the door closed. Cas opened the pie container, and-upon opening it-realized it only came with one fork.

Cas looked up at Dean, a sly smile on his face. “Guess we have to share this,” he said, holding up the single fork. He drove it down into the pie, pulling up a chunk from the middle. He held it out to Dean. “Here comes the airplane!” He said playfully, with a laugh. Dean couldn’t help but laugh, too, and take the bite off the fork.

“Good pie,” he said.

“Good choice,” Cas replied.

“Huh?”

“Good choice for me to share this with you,” he smiled again, putting a bite of pie into his mouth.

[biarodean]

I'm surrounded by cis heterosexual white boys and I feel very intimidated by their straightness.

Just a small nugget of gold that my friend sent me last night.

[biarodean]

duuuuuude orgasms are awesome

especially when the fantasies used to achieve them involve certain men with dark hair and blue eyes inserting a variety of things into multiple different orifices

p.s. i will write something for the first person who guesses who i'm referring to

[whynotgogetwashedupfortheorgy]

When you get this you have to publicly say five things you like about yourself and send it to 10 of your favorite followers! xx :)

Ah! Thank you! : D

Let´s see…

1 I like my ability to draw. It really makes me happy.

2 I like my hair

That´s it. No, wait. I can do it….. 3 I like that… I´m empathic. Sometimes wish I was not, but I think is a very good thing to be in this world.

4 My nose!

5 I really can´t think a fifth thing ~