well this and then everything else


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Co Workers (Part Six)

Summary: Misha and Y/N fly to LA

A/N: I’m not sure how many more parts to this there will be, butttt I don’t think it’s going to end any time soon :)

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Smutttt (they finally do it?!?!)

Word Count: 2.1k

Originally posted by jessestar10

Misha made his way out of the apartment and left you alone with your food and your thoughts. You were worried that Andrew might show up and try something; but Misha was right. You were part of the Supernatural family after all. You knew that everyone else would be by your side as well, along with Misha.

You finished eating and went to pack your bags. This weekend was going to be an interesting one.

You and Misha arrived at the airport together an hour later, after rushing to pack and covering your bruises the best that you could. The drive there was silent. You were still trying to process everything that happened last night, and also your feelings for Misha. Were you two going to be together now? Was it even a good idea?

The two of you walked through the airport quickly, checked your bags, and got through everything you needed to get through. The part of the airport you were in was seemingly empty, probably because everyone that needed to fly to LA had done so on the earlier flight that you and Misha had missed. There was almost an hour still before you needed to board, so you both took a seat in a corner by your terminal. You were scrolling through your twitter, answering tweets and saying how excited you were for this weekend, and you were, even though you were still hurting. You were nose deep in your phone when Misha spoke up.

“So,” he cleared his throat, “what were you trying to tell me back at your apartment?” He looked at you, curiously. You had almost forgotten. You were going to tell Misha that you loved him. You looked back down at your phone. This isn’t the time, you thought. This isn’t the place. You weren’t even one hundred percent sure if it was true or if it was just from how emotional you were. You made eye contact with him once again before speaking.

“Oh, I-uh,” You trailed off, searching for something to say. “I was, I was going to tell you that I really appreciated all that you had done for me last night and-and this morning.” Good one, you told yourself.

Misha smiled at you, your heart to skipping a beat. “You’re a bad liar.” He leaned into you, his face just inches from yours, his breath on your lips making your mouth water. Your eyes darted to the side to make sure no one was watching, “We’ll talk about it later baby girl, okay?” he said softly. You nodded, and your eyes looked down at his lips. Misha’s eyes never leaving yours, he smirked. He knew you wanted to kiss him. His eyes glanced down at your lips as he leaned in even closer. You felt his hand on your knee and your eyes closed. Just as his lips brushed yours he pulled back. Your eyes opened and you felt your face turn red. Misha was already looking down at his phone with a smirk on his face. He was going to be the death of you.

“What was that all about?” You demanded.

He looked up at you and opened his mouth to say something when it was announced that it was time to board your flight. He smirked again as he stood up and held his hand out to help you up.

“What are you planning?” You asked him.

“Oh, nothing.” He said as you both made your way onto the plane, it looked as though you two would be the only ones in first class. You and Misha made your way to your seats. You were still pretty new to first class so it took you a minute to get comfortable in the big seat which was big enough for two, maybe even three people. Once the flight was in the air and the flight attendant left you alone, you looked over at Misha’s seat, which was a few feet away from yours. He looked at you as if he’d been waiting for you to finally look at him.

“Want someone to sit with?” he asked. You nodded, you didn’t like these big seats, and you wanted to sit next to him anyway.

“Pretty cool we’re the only ones in first class, huh?” You said as you scooted over to make room for him.

“I think so,” He said, taking a seat next to you, your thighs touching, “It just means that we can do this.” he quickly grabbed your face, brought it to his, and planted a kiss on your lips. You weren’t going to stop him this time, you didn’t have to worry about Andrew anymore. You grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled him in closer. His tongue danced on your bottom lip until you let him in, you moaned quietly into his mouth. Now that you were free you wanted to feel him all over you, you wanted to make him feel good. You realized where you were and pulled away. Misha looked at you, his eyes full of lust.

“You know, there’s a bathroom on these things.” He suggested. You looked at him, your mouth dropping open a little in shock. Was he really suggesting what you thought he was suggesting? Either way, you wanted him. You were the only two people in first class, and so what if the flight attendant caught you? You got up out of your seat and stepped around Misha.

“I’ll meet you in there.” You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t use every ounce of confidence you had to say that. Misha gave you a look that told you he was more than willing to meet you in the bathroom.

“I’ll wait five minutes, make it seem like I’m checking on you, you know, just in case.” He winked and you made your way to the bathroom. It was small, you didn’t know how you were supposed to do this. The most adventurous you had ever gotten was in your shower. The shower, you thought to yourself, this will be kind of like doing it in a shower, a very tiny shower. You bent over the small sink to splash your face with cold water. You didn’t know why you were nervous, you almost did this with Misha once, and it’s not like you were a virgin, even if you did only have one previous partner. Your train of thought was interrupted by Misha knocking on the door. You opened it up and stood there, just staring at him.

“You gonna let me in?” He asked, you nodded and stepped to the side, well, as far to the side as you could.

“Sorry, it’s small in here.”

“It’s okay Y/N, you’re cute, you know that?” You could feel yourself blushing. He was doing that to you a lot today. You responded by kissing him, he locked the door behind him and swung you around, pinning you against it. You ran your hands to his back and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, urging him to take it off, he did, you turned around to take yours off as well. His hands came around your waist and his arms wrapped tightly around you, your arms making their way to the back of his head, so you could grip onto his hair. He leaned in and placed soft kisses along your neck, working his way up to your ear, gently biting. The feeling of his hot breath on your ear sending chills through your body. You turned your head to face him and he crashed his lips to yours. His hands made their way to the front of your jeans, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping them. His lips left yours only for a moment to pull them down along with your panties. He helped you step out of them in the confined space of the airplane’s bathroom and you turned to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. He kissed you again as you gripped him tightly with your hand, pumping him a few times. He moaned into your mouth, trying to keep quiet. He grabbed onto your hips and the two of you worked around, so that you were now facing the door. Misha spun you around once again, reaching over you to place the toilet seat down.

“Put your leg up there.” as you did what he said he ran his fingers down your back, stopping to grab your ass tightly and then running them through your drenched folds. You squirmed a bit at how good that felt. It had been nearly three months since you had done anything. Misha rubbed your wetness onto his cock and you felt his head come to your entrance. He pushed your back down a little more, you were hanging onto the wall for support. He slowly entered you as you both let out groans of relief.

“You okay?” he asked before moving. “I’m great,” you said breathlessly. You leaned back a bit so that your back was now to his chest, you looked up at him and he smiled. His eyes completely blown with lust. He wrapped his arms back around you before he began thrusting into you quickly. Your head started to fall forward but he moved his hand to cover your mouth before he started fucking you even harder. You wanted to scream. He felt so good inside of you. He was trying his hardest to keep quiet as well when he uncovered your mouth and moved his hand down to rub your clit. The pleasure too much for you to keep quiet. “Mish-uhhh” you moaned out as you reached your climax. He thrusted even harder, causing your orgasm to rip through you as came to his own release, filling you up and coating your walls with his cum. When you were both done, he pulled. You both just stood there for a minute, trying to catch your breath before he handed you some toilet paper to clean up.

When you were both cleaned up and had somehow managed to get your clothes back on in the tiny room, you turned to him, he pulled you into a tight embrace, running his hand through your hair. He kissed the top of your head while you were tucked tightly in his arms.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered to you, “I didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with someone so fast, it actually scared the hell out of me.” You pulled back. You were smiling, of all the things that had happened between you and Misha, between you and Andrew, what he just said made it all okay.

“I love you too.” He smiled, relieved that you loved him as well. He leaned down and kissed you softly.

“Let’s get back to our seat, or-seats. We should be landing soon.”

You both left the bathroom, looking around for anyone who might spot you. You were in the clear. You both returned to your seats.

You woke up to Misha shaking you awake, you must have fallen asleep for the remainder of the flight.

“Look alive sunshine, are you ready for your first convention?” You smiled excitedly. You always wanted to go to a Supernatural convention, but could never afford it. Now you were part of the cast, and this would only be the first convention of many.

“I am, do we have to do anything for the rest of the day?” It was almost seven, and all you could think about was going to bed.

“Well, you and I have a panel in about an hour and half.” Your face fell. A panel, onstage, in front of people.

“Wait-us? We have a panel together?”

“Yep. Come on.” He helped you up and you both made your way off the plane. You held hands the entire way to the terminal, not thinking about the fact that you really hadn’t defined what the two of you were doing. As you walked into the terminal, you pulled your hand away, he didn’t ask why, you figured he knew. But when you looked over at him, you had seen why he didn’t question you. You followed his gaze to see a blonde woman running at the two of you. He stood and stared at her, you were wondering why he seemed so horrified.

“Miiiishaaaa!” The woman squealed. She ran straight up to Misha and threw her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his lips that he did not return. Oh hell no, you thought. He pushed her away, and looked at her, still horrified.

“Renee, what are you doing here?”

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anonymous asked:

What i'm apparently supposed to do: *See a video of Louis smiling at a baby who's about to eat cake* *Gets slapped in the noggin so hard that I lose memory of everything that has happened in the last two years* WELL GOSH GOLLY GEE, GUESS HE'S THE DADDY-O!

i’d be more concerned about you saying gosh golly gee than anything else because it sounds like you were slapped so hard you ended up in the 1950s

shattered-cosmo  asked:

Can I just say I'm so happy I found your blog in time. Oh my god you keep dragging the racists flawlessly and continue to be flawless. I'm sick to my stomach about everything that's happened and you've made the blow much more tolerable 😂 anyways stay safe as well as everyone else.

it’s probably gonna get worse but is it worth being able to speak what i’ve been bottling up since i was in middle school???? hell yeah. 

anonymous asked:

well, that video did it. I have been going back and forth for a while on whether or not it was his kid but today sealed it for me. Now I need to go back and re evaluate everything I used to think.

Do what you need to do, anon, be gentle with yourself! But also know that if you have ANY questions or want another POV I am here, or I will put you in touch with someone else who is awesome who will put that out there for you!

Imagine being Peter's best friend

“How ya doing Pete?” You whizzed up to the speedster. Having the same mutation as him created a quick bond between the two of you. 

 "I mean, I still live in my mom’s basement but pfft. Everything else is, uh.. well, it’s pretty much the same. I’m a total loser.“ These sarcastic remarks were the ones you lived for. "What about you, my dearest (Y/n)?”

 "I mean, besides the fact that my best friend is a loser who still lives with his mom, not much. I don’t have a boyfriend or anything but who needs men?“ Peter laughed at your response. 

 "Yeah. Who needs men? This coming from the woman whose best friend is a man.” He smirked up at you with a goofy look in his eyes.

 "You sure don’t act like a man. I could have sworn you were a little girl.“ You watched as his smile turned into a frown, back into a wide smile again.

 "You’re right (Y/n)-” You cut him off.

 "I know I am. I always-“ It was his turn to cut you off. 

 "You don’t have a boyfriend.” He smirked at your surprised expression. 

 "Don’t turn this on me.“ You slapped his arm playfully 

 "I didn’t. You turned this on yourself, oh great one.”

 "I guess you are right Peter.“ You smile wickedly. 

 "Thank you.” Peter hadn’t quite gotten your drift.

 "I am great aren’t I.“ 

 "I didn’t even say-" 

 "Ah ah,” you shushed him, “you did say I was the quote on quote, ‘great one,’ Peter." 

 "That was sarcasm.” He told you exasperatedly, throwing his arms up in the air for dramatic effect. 

 "Don’t use sarcasm when you don’t mean it.“

Originally posted by alexsummerrs

anonymous asked:

At first I was sad that so many people were switching from spn to yoi... then I watched yoi... and now I get it! Now everytime I see someone else from the spn fandom switching to the yoi fandom I'm like "Yas! Welcome to the light side!" It's just so perfect and pure and everything I ever wanted😭😭

LMAOOOOOOOO YES YES YES it’s especially good for me because i’ve been so monogamous with fandoms (i’ve been in the spn fandom alone for 4 years now) so to be in a completely different fandom where EVERYTHING IS SO NEW AND FLUFFY AND WELL-PLOTTED AND DIVERSE is so!!!!!!! [cLENCHES FIST]

LIKE DONT GET ME WRONG i still love spn with all my heart because it has helped me through so much and i gained so many new friends because of it and i dont know what i would’ve done if spn hadn’t been there for me so spn still holds a very special place in my heart but!! yoi is also helping me get through the day and im also gaining lots of friends because of it too SO LIKE ITS HARD TO ONLY CHOOSE ONE!!! SO BOTH FANDOMS IT IS!!!!!

im just really happy that yoi is treating its fans really well and theres never a shortage of good fics and fanart and VERY NICE PEOPLE so im super content to be in this fandom right now! im glad a lot of people are feeling the same way too!! LET US ALL BECOME YOI TRASH NOW


FIRST OFF. I suck at backgrounds. TRAESH. GAWBEDGE. I knew this would look wonky if I decided to color it, which I did end up trying because trial and error. It’s not as bad (since I’m uploading it, obviously) but the dresser is egh. And I know why. Because the lines aren’t aligned with the angle it’s at and it makes it look sloppy/curved when it’s not. SO I KNOW WHY BUT I’M TOO LAZY TO FIX IT.
(The tablet is a little wonky too because the angle it’s at doesn’t really match up with the perspective on everything else but OH WELL)

Anyway I was gonna just do black and white but people said I should go for color and I like it better in the end.

The magazine says PORN WITH WORDS and was a placeholder but I liked it so much that I just left it, SORRY MOM. Plus it’s more in character. Now why she has a porn mag in this day and age is a mystery. SHE’S OLD SCHOOL.

So. Yeah. Hope y'all like it. OH AND HER PHONE SAYS “Modest Mouse Baby Blue Sedan” since that’s what I was listening to at the time

Shout out to CERTAIN PEEPS ON DEVIANTART (and here too) for being so awesome and leaving comments, it really does make a huge impact especially on my off days. I’m glad some people enjoy my OC baby girl Tavi.

anonymous asked:

I'm.... so fucking used to being watched all the time now it's stupid. I've started talking to the walls cause that's how they see. Government, aliens, I don't know who the fuck. But I know they're watching. Always are. I'm just so used to it now it's almost comforting. I mean, I know it's not real but it IS I SWEAR they're always watching. It's embarrassing typing this out knowing they're seeing it happen. Oh well they see everything else what's one stupid little thing like this gonna change


Draco, 8th year?? He needed to shake the war, and shake himself a bit. He decided to go into muggle London, because why not, everything else in his world was on its head. Then he saw it: the leather jacket. And well, wouldn’t that just piss off his dad, and everyone, and he needed to change. So he bought it. The smoking came along after. First it was after one too many drinks with Zabini. Then it became something that helped to fill the holes in his soul. But no matter how many drags he took, the smoke would always escape.

Until he went back to school. And shit, Harry must have done a double, triple, quadruple take seeing Draco sitting in an archway smoking, in a leather jacket with his hair hanging loosely around his face.

And maybe one day Harry took his Gryffindor courage and sat across from Draco. And Draco would sneer and tell The Chosen One that this wasn’t his Golden Throne, for Merlin sake could Draco just be in peace for once. But Harry wouldn’t leave because Draco’s voice lacked the usual venom. So they sat for a while. Day after day, which soon turned to weeks, and greetings turned to conversations, and insults turned to jokes.

The smoke still couldn’t fill the holes left in his soul, but maybe, just maybe, the small, warm seed of something else growing in his heart could.

And Harry would smile, because he felt it too.

  • Ocean: I can’t possibly be any saltier.
  • Dazai: *pushes unsuspecting Chuuya off of the pier*

And here’s an extra link in case this is a little bit too small for you to read and such: http://imgur.com/a/fp0s4

Hope this helps you, anon! As well as anyone else out there~
Just don’t forget, you can take everything here with a grain of salt and change anything you wish, this is just how I relatively do it!! Art is flexible and fun, there are no limitations with it! You may see other artists that draw without guidelines but there are so many (including me) that do, there is nothing shameful about this as well as style mimicry!!! It’s a way to learn, grow, expand and better your understanding of basic fundamentals!!

Now get out there and have fun (or try haha!) ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७