recorded myself singing tonight for the first time in months because i can’t sleep
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Roses are red
Violets are blue
roses are red
violets are blue
roses are red
violets are blue
my hand slipped and wrote more cheerleader!Dean based off this post
Before he could even turn around to see who was speaking, Dean was pelted in the back of the head with a football. He dropped his bag and turned around to run after Castiel, who was looking behind him and laughing with his football helmet in his other hand, but was held back by Coach Naomi.
"Dean, they’re not worth the trouble. Especially that Novak kid. He’s just trying to make up for his mediocre playing." She patted Dean on the back. He was still fuming with anger at the football player who would always tease him for being a cheerleader, but his coach was right. He really wasn’t worth the trouble.
He stuffed his pom poms into his back and picked up his water before walking towards the locker room. This was the worst part because he had to share it with the football players who had also just finished practiced. They stunk. They were barbaric. And so Dean sat in one of the bathroom stalls the way he always did and waited for them all to leave so he could shower.
When he was sure they were gone, he stepped out and started undressing. He peeled his v-neck off and folded it neatly on top of his bag. Next came his too tight cheer shorts, which reminded him of old-school basketball shorts minus the breathability. Once he was in his briefs, he grabbed the soap and shampoo out of his locker and set them down in the shower before turning it on to let it heat up.
To his absolute horror, after he took his briefs off, he heard a snicker behind him, and he scrambled for his towel. Castiel Novak came out from the steam the shower had created wearing nothing but a towel and a smirk. They stared at each other silently. Dean felt Castiel’s eyes traveling down his body and lingering at his groin where he was only holding his towel. The heat from the steam and embarrassment had turned Dean’s face red and hot, but Castiel looked as cool as ever.
"Well, what Cas? What do you want?"
"I want you to get in the shower."
Dean was taken aback and it showed. “What? Why?”
"I’ve had my eye on you, Dean. You haven’t noticed? I mean you’re hard to miss," he started stepping towards Dean. "Those shorts really show off your tight little ass."
Dean raised his eyebrows. Castiel was hitting on him. Castiel, who went out of his way to pick on Dean for being a cheerleader, was hitting on him.
"Oh yeah, right. Hilarious, Cas. Just because I’m a cheerleader and you’re a football player doesn’t mean this," he pointed between the two of them with a laugh. "Is going to work."
"Please, Dean. You know what else is hard to miss? Another guy staring at the outline of my bulge whenever I do a presentation during Government class.
This only made Dean’s blush more intense. It was true, he was attracted to Castiel, but that didn’t change the fact that he was an absolute asshole.
"Shut up, Cas."
"C’mon Dean," Castiel took another step forward and his towel dropped to the floor. His lip quirked to the side. "Whoops."
Dean had had dreams like this before. A fully naked Cas in a room full of steam. Wet. Hot. He literally pinched himself. Nope. Still reality. Even if Cas was an asshole, he could get used to looking at that, especially if things changed after this.
"That was no accident."
"Guilty. Come shower with me, Winchester."
"I don’t want to."
"By the look of that towel’s twitching, you do."
Now it was Dean’s turn to smirk.
yooo everybody. my mom and i were goofing around and found this seriously FUCKED UP site. all your information, (phone number, nam, address even) is available for 2.99. like everything. please watch this video on how to remove it. (im not sure if it’s there for minors, but if you’ve ever owned/rented a house you’re definitely there. it’s worth checking it out to make sure.)
video on how to remove information. : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPFLagxnDsA
fucked up website: http://www.spokeo.com/
also, if you’ve lived in more than one place/state it has you multiple times, remove all of your profile things. (it had my mom 4 times, all over our state. even from when she lived in a house 9 years ago.)
SIGNAL BOOST THIS SHIT
YES THERE ARE MINORS ON HERE ALSO I JUST CHECKED ME AND IT HAS MY ~PERSONAL~ INFO ON THERE
This is very concerning. I just spent the last ten minutes removing my entire family (including my 14-year-old sister) from the site.
Cool Mom Tech has a guide on how to take your information off the site if for some reason you can’t watch the above video.
Just to inform everyone, it’s American only, but it’s real. I’ve found 3 of my friends already with this sight and the only reason I knew it was them was because I happen to have their address. PLEASE CONFIRM IF YOU ARE ON THIS SITE AND IF YOU ARE, REMOVE YOURSELF. NOW.
I’m screaming internally because I just searched up a handful of my friends who live in America.. and found every single one of them without fail. This is scary.
For my American followers
This is creepy as hell and completely legit. Please take the time to remove yourself from this list.
I just googled it and yeah. Now I can see a real meaning behind the saying ‘don’t give out personal info on the internet’..though in these times it’s difficult not to
THIS IS SCARY SHIT. This could be how my ex has been getting my information for a long time… ITS DANGEROUS. I JUST CHECKED IT OUT AND ITS REAL. IM ON THERE, MY FAMILY IS ON THERE. THIS IS NOT OKAY.
I GIVE ZERO SHITS IF YOU AREN’T FROM AMERICA YOU ARE FUCKING SIGNAL BOOSTING THIS THIS IS SO IMPORTANT THIS IS HOW STALKERS OPERATE OH MY GOD SIGNAL BOOST
For someone who doesn’t celebrate Christmas I did participate in a lot of holiday themed events this year.
wow I’m too lazy to even read through this but okay here I’ll fix it tomorrow
No amount of fantasizing could ever come close to the reality of Cas’ mouth.
And Dean would know. He’s spent a lot of time fantasizing.
Warm and soft and slick and wet, Cas’ mouth is pretty much heaven. He was shy at first, tentative little movements of his lips when Dean leaned in, but with a little coaxing, he’s gotten more adventurous, mouth open and tongue teasing into Dean’s mouth as his hands slide shakily up Dean’s sides.
Dean gasps softly between Cas’ parted lips, snakes his own hands around Cas’ waist to feel the soft, warm skin of his lower back, rubbing little circles onto it with his fingertips. Cas whines into his mouth, and Dean’s whole body melts forwards, his legs hooking over Cas’ to drag them close enough together that he can feel the hot line of Cas’ cock pressed to his through their respective uniforms. He hitches himself closer, wraps his legs around Cas, gets enough leverage to rock against him in tiny little thrusts and fuck - fuck it feels so good he’s worried he’s about to make a mess of his little cheerleading shorts.
It’s probably getting late. They should probably be heading home. Dean probably shouldn’t have awkwardly stumbled up behind Cas and mumbled out, “Good game.” And really, he probably shouldn’t have leaned forward and pressed his lips against Cas’, but he just couldn’t help it - Cas looked damn cute when he blushed.
At this point, it doesn’t really matter what they probably should or shouldn’t do, because Dean is definitely too caught up to care. Cas’ hands are holding his hips, and he’s finally got his fingers in that perpetual sex-hair, and if the way Cas is trembling slightly against him is anything to go by, he’s about as close to shooting his load as Dean is.
The hands on his hips tighten as Dean laps playfully at Cas’ bottom lip, and Dean smiles into the kiss, nipping lightly at the swell of the lip, hearing Cas’ breath catch in his chest.
"C’mon, Cas," he mumbles, turning his face to the side to breathe unevenly. He tightens his legs, pulling himself as close to Cas as he possibly can. His face finds its way to Cas’ shoulder, and he pants into the uniform fabric as he ruts frantically against forward, groaning softly when Cas’ lips find his neck.
"I’m - I’m going to - fuck - fuck -” Dean screws his eyes shut, clinging to the strong frame in front of him as his body seizes up, his legs shaking as he feels come coating the inside of his shorts, wet and warm and sticky around his cock.
Cas bites into the skin of his neck, not quite hard enough to break the skin, and Dean lets out a pathetic whimper, his whole body spasming weakly.
Cas is breathing hard and hot against his skin, murmuring mindlessly “God - Dean - can’t believe you just - can’t believe we’re - ah, hell - hnngh -“
And Dean feels the moment when he comes, feels fingers digging into his hips and feels Cas’ breath stutter against his neck and feels the involuntary roll of Cas’ hips underneath him.
Then he feels his face go red as reality hits him like a stray football to the face. (It happened once. He doesn’t like to talk about it.)
"I, um… sorry," he manages, climbing off of Cas’ lap.
Cas looks about as wrecked as Dean feels, and he sucks in a breath because the way Cas’ mouth is red and kiss-swollen…
His cock twitches weakly in his shorts.
"Don’t apologize," Cas says quietly, his lips quirking up.
gimme sports au’s about Cas as a buff and spry college football player
Cas as a defensive end who is an absolute savant at reading plays on the fly - he’s always exactly where he needs to be. He and coach Singer and most of the team know that he’s the reason the team is so successful, but he’s happy to sit back and quietly let Gabriel, the quarterback, take all the glory.
So Dean has heard of Gabriel, but not Cas, when Anna starts bothering the wrestling team about helping out her cheerleaders. Dean’s not about to give up wrestling but he agrees to come to cheer practice part-time and help out on game day with some of the formations. As a favor to Anna. Not because he’s interested in football players - they’re all either hulking meatheads or poncy show-offs like Gabe.
But halfway through the first game he spends with the cheer squad, he turns to Anna like, “Has the other team really not scored yet?” And with a little coaching on football strategy from Anna, he picks up on the fact that the reason the other team can’t score is because of that one defensive end fucking up every single one of their plays.
He’s kind of impressed until the next turnover, when the defensive line comes off the field and takes their helmets off, and he sees that sweaty black hair sticking to that creased forehead above those tired, fierce eyes.
Then he’s really impressed.
When Cas starts squirting Gatorade into his mouth from a water bottle Anna actually has to reach across and physically close Dean’s mouth.
BLAH I CAN’T JUST LEAVE THIS ALONE
A couple of weeks later coach Singer takes the whole football team out to celebrate winning their division championship at the restaurant where Dean works part-time as a waiter. Cas is, of course, the celebrant of the night and the entire team makes it known by patting him on the back every chance that they get. When Dean comes up to the table to take their orders, he gets to the handsome defensive end last. Cas is wearing a normal sweater and jeans ensemble that totally hide his tight little figure (the one Dean knows for absolute fact is underneath all of that loose cloth), and Dean can’t stop himself from smiling all doopey when he greets him. “Hi.”
When Cas looks up— POW! Those baby blues are right on Dean’s face; he doesn’t even realize how hard that look hits because he smiles disarmingly back at Dean before replying, “Hello.”
Later that night once Dean starts taking some of the empty plates off of the table, he gets to Cas again and startles violently when Cas says to him: “So you wrestle, you cheer-lead, and you wait tables. What can’t you do?”
Cas gives him a bashful little smile. “I’m… sorry, n-nevermind.”
"No, no, were you trying to flirt with me?" Dean has no control over his own mouth all of a sudden, it seems.
Cas blinks at him for a few seconds before replying, “Trying being the key word.”
At this point the entire team stars staring at them at them from their various locations around the table. Gabriel, who’s sitting next to coach Singer on the opposite end, lets out a loud whoop when he notices. “‘Ey yo Cas, is that the dude?”
"Woah Cas, this is him?!"
"Oh shit— the dude!!”
"Yeah man, that wrestler he’s been drooling over all season."
And Dean is literally at a loss for words, because there is NO WAY that the hottie on the football team whose ass he’d been worshiping for a whole month has also been ogling him right back for… longer than that?!
When Dean takes a look at Cas’s face, Cas is a very interesting shade of red and a very endearing level of embarrassed that Dean would never have associated with the slick defensive end he’s used to seeing on the football field. Somehow, the thought makes his stomach turn with delight.
"Cas was it?" Dean starts.
Cas nods slowly.
"How ‘bout you take me to a movie after dinner’s over, big boy?"
The entire team bursts into wolfish whistles.
"It seems complicated, but really it’s all about leverage," says Dean. With one hand gripping Cas’s wrist and the other on his shoulder, he spins Cas around into a loose hold. Not a hug. Though they have hugged, by then, and kissed, and done other things over the course of a few dates. But never like this. This is the first time Dean’s invited Cas back to his dorm room.
They both know what’s going to happen here. They both want it. They can feel it crackling like static between their bodies, Cas’s back to Dean’s chest, Dean’s thumb stroking the inside of Cas’s wrist where he’s holding him.
Cas slips out of the hold easily. Dean lets him, though he’s sure that if it were an actual contest they would be pretty evenly matched. He’s a little bigger and stronger than Cas, sure, but Cas is quick and frighteningly clever. He’d pick up wrestling in an afternoon and have Dean pinned in no time.
Hm, wrestling? Pinning? As hot as that image is, Dean can’t seem to work it into a good line. So instead he awkwardly says, “Okay, I told you about wrestling, now you teach me how to tackle.”
Cas gives him one of those wispy smiles that make Dean chest vibrate. “There’s not enough space in here.” He’s right. Two desks take up most of the back of the room, and the rest of the space is little more than a corridor between two lofted beds.
So Cas backs up as far as he can, drops into a stance, and makes a comically short run at Dean. There’s no space for him to build up any speed, so Dean is ready for Cas to crash gently into his arms.
Instead, Cas drops low at the last second, scoops Dean up around the hips, and uses what little momentum he has to lift Dean bodily off the floor and deposit him in the five-foot-high lofted bed. Holy shit. So much for Dean being the stronger one.
"It’s very similar, actually," says Cas, lifting himself up onto the bed, straddling Dean, and pinning him. "It’s all about leverage."
Sudden urge to draw a HSAU Cheerleader!Dean
hhaaha you asked for it
It began with a hand wave at half-time.
It was more of a hand-jerk reaction than anything, really. Castiel had straightened his back and the one male cheerleader - the one very attractive male cheerleader that he’s noticed for a while - caught his eyes again, cheering as earnestly as one could muster up for a home game.
The cheerleader’s eyes widened at the hand wave. A little less hesitantly, Castiel waved again, this time with a shy smile to clear up the disbelief on Dean’s (that was his name, if he recalled correctly) face. Even from all the way out in the field, Castiel could see the deep shade of red Dean was turning into and hid his grin behind his hand.
He wondered if he was delusional, or if everyone else’s ears had drowned out all the other sound than Dean’s voice cheering for the team just as he had done during the rest of the game.
After the game, Castiel quickly jogged over to the side, his heart fluttering from the adrenaline still pumping through him from the game. “Dean- It’s Dean, right?” he asked quickly.
"Uh." Dean gave one quick jerky nod. "Yeah, I mean, I’m Dean. Hi."
"Right. I was, uh… I was just, do you want to.. I mean." Castiel rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if he was as red as Dean was. It certainly felt like it. ”Go on a date with me, please.”
"I, uh." Dean grinned sheepishly. “Um. Sure.”
Castiel grinned back, feeling foolish and lightheaded. “Great. When are you free?”
cutie patooties and coffee shop aus