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A Daydream Away - Chapter 4

Word Count: 19k+

Summary: After multiple couples go missing from a resort in northern Minnesota, Dean and Cas are forced to pose as a couple to investigate the mysterious entity. As Dean and Cas navigate their fake relationship, it leaves Dean questioning what's real and forces him to confront his feelings for Cas.

A story in which Cas is human, Dean is sometimes an idiot, and Sam acts as matchmaker.

Tags: fake relationship, case fic, sharing a bed, human!cas, Sam ships Dean and Cas, fluff, eventual smut

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Dean awoke to his phone buzzing on the nightstand next to him. He squinted against the morning sun filtering into the room. He could feel that it was still early but he carefully reached for his phone nonetheless. Much like the day before, Cas was practically entangled with Dean. Today he was pressed against Dean's back, with their legs intertwined. Cas' arm was resting over Dean's waist. It all felt very possessive. That thought sent a thrill through Dean. Cas has always seemed like a possessive bastard but knowing he felt possessive over Dean unlocked a lot of complicated feelings that made Dean nearly blush.

The phone buzzed again, and Dean reached for it, careful not to move so much as to jostle Cas. He managed to reach it with his fingertips and dragged it to the edge until he could grab it. Dean unplugged it and saw he had a few texts from Sam.

'I found a potential lead last night at the staff happy hour. Call me tonight and I can fill you in after I finish some research.'

'Don't forget about your dinner reservation tonight at 7. Go to the main lodge and they'll direct you.'

Just as Dean was starting to type out a response, one last message came through. 'Hope you lovebirds are enjoying your honeymoon. Make sure you use protection' followed by a bunch of heart and kissy face emojis.

Dean rolled his eyes and typed out a bitchy response but ultimately assured Sam he'd call him before their dinner reservation. After sending the message, Dean glanced at the clock and saw it wasn't even eight. If they got up now, they may even make it to breakfast in time for the cinnamon rolls Jake and Amy raved about.

"Cas, wake up," Dean half-whispered, shaking him. Cas remained unmoved and fast asleep. "Cas." He said more urgently this time. "Get up." Still no movement. Dean tried a new tactic and shook him a little harder.

Cas frowned and rolled away from Dean, grumbling to himself but still fast asleep. His hair was sticking in different directions and his shirt was bunched up, revealing a tan expanse of skin on his lower back. Dean poked him a few more times but Cas was unmoving and snoring lightly.

Dean rolled his eyes and decided to just get the damn cinnamon rolls himself. He wasn't going to miss out because Cas is a grumpy bastard in the morning. To soften the blow of attempting to wake him before 9, Dean started a pot of coffee in the cabin's kitchen for Cas to enjoy when he awoke. Then he threw on his jacket, grabbed his keys, and was off towards the lodge.

Sure enough, Jake and Amy were correct -- this was the perfect time to grab breakfast. There were few couples and families milling around, otherwise most of the tables were empty and there was no line at the buffet. Dean grabbed two to-go boxes and filled them with eggs and bacon for himself, pancakes and syrup packets for Cas, and of course a few of the large mouthwatering cinnamon rolls set up by the coffee station. He was attempting to close the lid on the full box when he made eye contact with Amy.

"I see you took our advice to get the cinnamon rolls," She smiled and grabbed one for herself.

"You two made them sound so good, how could we resist?" Dean flashed her a victorious smile as the lid gave in and finally shut. "Besides, Cas has a total sweet tooth, there's no way we would ever leave without him trying them."

"Yeah, Jake is the same way. If it were up to him, he would have pure sugar for breakfast. Before we started dating, he would have mountain dew and twizzlers for breakfast."

Dean wrinkled his nose. "That sounds like a college student's wet dream."

Amy threw her head back and laughed. "Precisely! I'm going to use that. The man is in his thirties, sometimes I think he even forgets that." She shook her head, a wistful smile forming on her face. "He wanted to have a candy buffet at our wedding. It took forever to talk him down from that idea."

"A candy bar sounds awesome," Dean pointed out. He paused and looked at her expression. "Oh God -- you don't mean as dessert, do you?"

"No, he wanted that for the dinner buffet!"

Dean laughed loudly. "That's something Cas would do. If we had a wedding -- I mean, a large wedding -- I'm sure he would have preferred if we just serve peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner. They're his favorite."

"That's actually adorable. And it would make for a cheap reception dinner."

Dean nodded in agreement as he poured coffee in a to-go cup in case the cabin coffee isn't up to Cas' standards. "Careful, if he were to hear that, he would totally hold that against me and be all pissy we didn't actually do that. Then I would have no choice but to tell Jake his candy-dinner-buffet is genius."

"Okay, okay truce! I won't say anything about the sandwiches." She responded, laughing.

Dean returned her smile. "Good thinking. You wouldn't want twizzlers and mountain dew as your wedding dinner." He grabbed the to-go boxes and coffee carrier, carefully balancing them in his arms. "Well, I better bring this back to Cas before the cinnamon rolls cool down. I know he'd want to experience them in their warm and gooey glory."

"Of course, enjoy! Tell him I say hi and that's it -- nothing else at all relating to sandwiches." She winked.

Dean playfully rolled his eyes and slowly made his way back to the car, without catching sight of Sam. Probably for the better anyway, he'd likely make some kind of dick comment about bringing Cas breakfast in bed. Which -- okay, may be true. But that's only because Cas refused to wake up this morning and he didn't want to miss out on the famous cinnamon rolls. And sure, if he was with Sam, he wouldn't have brought him anything back and would have just said "you snooze, you lose, Sammy. You can eat oatmeal and yogurt like the rest of the late sleepers." But that was part of being the older brother -- you get free reign to be a dick sometimes.

And! Cas is his fake husband! This is totally something a married couple would do for each other, Dean reasoned. So it's not weird or a romantic gesture. And okay, maybe there was a moment last night after they went sledding down the hill. At least, to him it felt like there was a moment where he wanted to kiss Cas and Cas -- well, it seemed like Cas wanted that, too. Or maybe it was just part of the case. There's really no way to know, except y'know, talking about it. But that sounded about as appealing as eating one of Sam's "nutrient rich" meals, whatever the hell those consisted of. All Dean knew was that it was mostly of veggies and no meat, so he didn't want any part in it.

Regardless, Dean wasn't going to be the one to bring it up. If he was imagining something between them, he'd never be able to recover from the embarrassment. Besides, he didn't want to ruin their friendship. For the first time, Cas has agreed to stay with them, and Dean refuses to do or say anything that would make Cas uncomfortable, thus driving him out of the bunker and away from Dean. Not for the first time in the last few days, he bitterly wished he knew what was going on in Cas' head.

By the time Dean returned to the cabin, Cas was sitting up in bed, blurry eyed with a frown etched on his face.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Dean chirped, setting the food down on the bed.

"Do I smell coffee?" Cas grunted.

"Sure do. I put a pot on and brought you a cup from the lodge. Here you go," He handed over the cardboard cup and settled next to him on the bed. Cas' frown eased as he began gulping down the coffee. "I tried waking you so we could get cinnamon rolls, but you were not having it."

"Sorry," Cas said sheepishly. "I don't even remember."

"You and your damn sleep," Dean muttered, opening the cartons of food. "Good thing you have a really thoughtful husband who ventures out into the frozen tundra that is northern Minnesota to obtain cinnamon rolls."

"Yes, good thing." Cas agreed softly. He tipped his cup back, draining the remaining of his coffee.

"Jesus, Cas. It's been like two minutes."

"It's good coffee. If you want me to also be a 'thoughtful husband,' then you should be thankful for my high caffeine intake first thing in the morning."

"Yeah, I remember that time we ran out of coffee at the bunker. You were on a warpath. Sam hid in the dungeon because you nearly called him an 'abomination' again."

"Yes, Dean. I recall. I already apologized to your brother for that."

Dean took a bite of bacon, amused. "Hey, I thought it was funny. I'm just glad you didn't turn on me, too."

"You're the one that went to the store to supply me with more coffee."

"Jesus, you make it sound like I'm your dealer or something."

"You may as well be," He pointed out, grabbing Dean's cup of coffee and taking a long drink of it.

"Yeah, yeah. Eat your damn breakfast. Those cinnamon rolls better be worth the trouble."

Cas opened his mouth, surely to respond with some sassy comment but at the last moment thought better of it and took a large bite of the cinnamon roll. The sound that emitted from his mouth was absolutely sinful.

"Oh my God, Dean." He moaned. "This is amazing."

"You want a room for just the two of you?"

"What do you mean?" Cas tilted his head as he chewed thoughtfully. "We have a room, we're in it right now."

"I -- never mind, Cas. It was a joke. It's that good, huh?"

"Yes, you must try it." He tore off a piece of his cinnamon roll and held it up to Dean's mouth. "Eat it." He ordered.

And wow, okay. The demanding tone from Cas was really working for Dean. He hesitantly leaned forward and took the piece into his mouth. His tongue momentarily brushed against Cas' finger and he swore that he saw Cas' pupils dilate. Huh.

"Yeah, 's good, Cas."

Cas looked pleased with himself and continued eating it in silence, the only sounds in the room were his small moans as he finished it off. Dean felt dazed and forced himself to finish his own breakfast.

"Dean, you have --"

"What?"

"Just, let me -- you have icing on your mouth." Cas leaned forward so he was in Dean's space and slowly dragged his finger along Dean's bottom lip. Against his lip, the pad of his finger felt calloused and rough. Cas' gaze flickered to Dean's lips before they focused on Dean's eyes.

Wait. Is he going to -- ? Dean's brain immediately stopped working as Cas held his gaze and put his finger in his mouth, sucking the frosting off it. Holy fuck, if that wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Dean knew his mouth was agape and he probably looked like an idiot but he couldn't find the strength to care. Cas basically licked frosting off of him. His pink, plump lips were wrapped around his long finger and Dean's brain not-so-helpfully supplied a lot of fantasies relating to that.

Cas pulled his finger out of his mouth and went back to drinking Dean's coffee with a little smirk on his face. Asshole.

"I, uh -- I'm going to take a shower." Dean mumbled and hurried out of the room.

Dean hurried from the room and locked himself in the bathroom. He leaned against the heavy oak door and took a deep breath. Was it his imagination or was Cas flirting with him? Why else would he suck the icing off his finger like that? Sure, Cas used to have that whole 'innocent angel' going for him but now he's human and he actually acts like it. Probably Dean's bad influence, but whatever. The point is Cas had to know what he was doing, right? No one in their right mind would clean icing from their friend's face and then lick it off if they didn't want to be more than friends.

The worst part is that it was really fucking hot. Dean was already struggling to suppress his feelings for Cas and that nearly pornographic display was really not helping. But maybe he didn't need to actively suppress those feelings, not if Cas felt the same way. But did he? Dean still couldn't be sure. If Cas truly was messing around or didn't understand the connotation of his actions, then Dean would be fucking mortified. Regardless, he couldn't keep sitting around waiting for something to happen between them. So he'll push their boundaries a little and see how Cas reacts. Hopefully then he'll get a better idea of where they stand.

Dean rolled his eyes at himself for how complicated he's making this. If only he felt comfortable straight up asking Cas, but that's never been his style. At last, he peeled himself from the door and turned on the shower. He undressed and briefly considered taking an ice-cold shower to calm himself down, but he changed his mind. Turning the temperature dial to hot, he decided to address his not-so-little problem. After all, he would need to have his mind clear if he was going to read Cas for any indications of his feelings.

He stepped under the shower and nearly groaned as the hot water washed over him. The water pressure was excellent and soothed his sore muscles. His thoughts immediately turned to Cas as he began to stroke himself. The image of Cas’ pink lips sucking on his finger filled his mind as he expertly flicked his wrist around the tip. He imagined those lips around him instead and within no time he was groaning Cas’ name as he spilled into his fist.

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Dean and Cas spent their afternoon lounging on the couch watching movies. Once Cas became human, Dean compiled a list of movies that Cas needed to watch. Most were movies that came out after Metatron uploaded all of the pop culture references into his mind so that way Cas could truly watch something for the first time. However, Dean snuck a few of his favorites onto the list like the Harry Potter series, Lord of the Rings, and a few spaghetti westerns. When Dean saw there was a Star Wars marathon on tv (another series on the list) Dean declared they would be having a lazy afternoon until it was time for the bourbon tasting.

This brings them to where they are now: sitting with their backs against opposite arms of the couch, legs tangled together under a large shared blanket and the box of chocolates from their honeymoon package sitting half eaten between the two.

Cas grabbed another piece of chocolate out of the heart shaped box, humming happily as he chewed.

"Which character is your favorite?" Cas asked, as he swallowed the candy.

"Han Solo, hands down."

"I should have known."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, come on, Dean. The parallels between you and his character are so obvious. You have the whole 'I'm better off alone' thing going for you, even though deep down you're really caring and would do anything to save your family."

Right. Cas has always been able to read him perfectly. "Whatever, man. Han Solo is cool. And Harrison Ford is a good looking dude." Dean snuck a glance at Cas to see if he'd react to that.

"I suppose," Cas acknowledged, tilting his head as he surveyed Dean. If anything, he seemed curious with a glint in his bright eyes.

"So, uh - let me guess. Your favorite character is Princess Leia?" Dean ventured.

"Actually, yes. She's always out for the victory of many, rather than personal gain. Leia is very brave and independent, too."

"Yeah, I can see why she would be your favorite. It's like you -- always working towards the greater good."

Cas smiled at Dean and his eyes crinkled around the corners. He looked so happy and so human in this moment that Dean was almost tempted to just blurt out his feelings for the man. Almost.

Instead, he threw a piece of chocolate at Cas, which he caught in his mouth, looking very pleased with himself. "You're a dork," Dean said fondly, rolling his eyes.

"I know."

"Did you just Han Solo me?"

Cas looked amused and just turned his attention back to the movie. That asshole totally Han Solo'd him.

- - -

By the time the movie ended, it was nearly time for the bourbon tasting. Dean forced himself up from the couch that had no business being so comfortable, so he could get dressed for the day. He quickly threw on some dark jeans, a t-shirt and a blue button down, which he left open. Deeming it satisfactory for the day, he threw on a coat and waited by the door for Cas to be ready.

While he waited, Dean shot off a text to Sam asking how research was going. Sam immediately responded with 'slow' and an eye rolling emoji. Dean was about to reply and rub it in Sam's face that he gets to go drink bourbon while Sam is stuck reading tomes, but it was at that moment that Cas came out of the bathroom. He was clad in black jeans that were mouthwateringly tight and one of Dean's Zepp shirts. He had become so accustomed to Cas' pristine suit and tie ensemble that sometimes seeing him dressed so casually in Dean's clothes, nonetheless, causes Dean's brain to stop working.

"Am I underdressed?" Cas asked, eyeing Dean warily. "Should I throw on a button down like you?"

"God, no." Dean said, internally wincing at the hoarseness of his voice. "I mean -- it's just a bourbon tasting. You don't have to dress up or anything." Besides, it would be an absolute crime to cover those arms. They were tanned and muscly and Cas should always wear t-shirts to show them off because damn. Dean so badly wanted to run his hands along them, feeling the muscles flex under his touch.

Cas threw on his jacket, interrupting Dean's train of thought. God, it's like he reverted back to a 14-year old's body with the way it constantly responds to Cas.

"Ready?"

"Ready," Cas confirmed, sliding on his Grand View mittens with a soft smile.

The bourbon tasting wasn't very crowded. High-top tables filled the room but only about seventy-five percent were filled. Dean and Cas grabbed a table towards the back of the room so they could keep an eye on everyone. Each table only had 2 chairs which were facing towards the front where the speaker would be. Dean realized this must be another 'couples only' event. The room was dimly lit with dark wood paneled walls, making it feel very warm and intimate. Small table lamps were on each table, along with two flights of bourbon glasses with 5 shot glasses each.

"Cas, are you going to be able to handle this? 5 shots of bourbon is a lot, this shit is strong. I don't want to have to carry you out of here."

Cas sat in the chair to the right and rolled his eyes. "I can handle my liquor just fine, Dean. You've taught me well."

"Hell, I suppose that's true." Dean joined him, sitting in the remaining chair. He scooted his chair closer to Cas and rested his arm on the back of Cas' chair.

"Right," Cas murmured. "We better get in character." He leaned in against Dean's side and rested his hand on Dean's upper thigh. It was enough inches above the knee that it certainly wasn't an innocent placement. His hand was a welcome weight on his thigh and Dean moved his arm so as to rest his hand on Cas' shoulder. He got a small smile in response, letting him know that was okay so Dean rubbed his thumb in circles against it. A soft sigh escaped Cas' mouth which was frankly adorable.

"Did Sam say he found anything else about his lead?" Cas asked, leaning into Dean's ear. Goosebumps prickled along his neck in response.

"Not yet," Dean muttered. "He said he's doing research but hasn't found anything concrete. We'll give him a call after this, we'll have some time to kill before our dinner reservations."

Cas nodded. "I feel like we haven't done much to help move this case along. I do not want Sam to feel like he's doing all of the work."

"I know. But we knew we were unlikely to get any information from guests. All we can really do is try to lure whatever it is and go from there."

"I suppose." Cas chewed on his bottom lip and Dean wanted nothing more than to release his bottom lip and kiss it. Maybe bite it, then smooth it over with a swipe of his tongue. What kind of sounds would Cas make?

"Dean."

"Hmm?" Dean dragged his eyes from Cas' lips to his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, leaving only a small ring of blue. Another look he wasn't used to reading on Cas.

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"We need to move the case along. Kiss me."

Right. The case. That's why Cas wants to kiss him. No other reason. Dean sighed, a little dejected. He was hoping to avoid this because he knows once he does, it's going to be torture knowing what it's like to kiss Cas without being able to do it again whenever he wants.

"Are you su--?" Dean didn't get to finish his sentence because with a frustrated growl, Cas grabbed the collar of Dean's shirt and pulled him in, pressing their lips together. It started chaste. A dry press of their lips, soft and warm and innocent. Then Cas sighed into Dean's mouth and made a small sound in the back of his throat. And that made Dean absolutely feral.

His fingers pressed into Cas' hips as he licked into his mouth. He was warm and tasted like honey and chocolate. The smell of his aftershave surrounded him, and it was all just so delicious. Their lips perfectly slotted together, and the kiss was slow and languid, like they all had night and could take their time exploring each other. Dean always imagined their first kiss would be frantic and rough, filled with the unresolved sexual tension from over the course of ten years. He never imagined it could be so sweet, yet so hot. It was everything he'd been waiting for and so much more. Except that it still wasn't enough. He needed more -- he needed to feel Cas against him, he needed to explore every part of him and kiss him so hard that he becomes dazed and all he can do is chant Dean's name like a prayer.

Distantly, a door slammed shut, reminding the two that they were in a very public place, and not in the privacy of their cabin. They jumped apart, flushed and hearts pounding. Dean stared at Cas, his lips were parted, red and swollen, as he breathed heavily.

Dean momentarily closed his eyes, breathing through his nose as he tried to calm his body down. The last thing he needed was for someone to see he was rock hard at a bourbon tasting. He peeked at Cas, who looked just as debauched.

"Jesus, Cas." Dean groaned. One kiss and he was completely hooked. How the hell would he ever be able to look at Cas and his mouth and not think about kissing him?

"Sorry," He nervously licked his lips. "I may have gotten carried away."

"You -- ? No, man. If anything, I got carried away. It's just -- ah, it's been a while since someone kissed me like that. That's all."

Cas nodded, his small smile back. "I'm glad I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Dean laughed humorlessly. In reality, it just solidified his attraction for the guy and he's pretty sure that kiss is going to be the thing that ultimately kills him. "If anything, we just made sure we're target number one."

Something flickered on Cas' face, but it was gone before he could get a good read on it. Before he could analyze too heavily, the speaker greeted everyone and began giving an overview of the brands of bourbon poured out in front of them.

Dean half-listened as he introduced himself and gave his credentials. He told Cas it had been a while since he'd been kissed like that, but truthfully had he ever been kissed like that? He didn't think so.

"The first glass in front of you is Old Forester 1897. From Kentucky, Old Forester is known for making affordable high-quality bourbon," The man explained. "Tasting this first glass, you should note rich vanilla with roasted coffee notes and spiced overnotes. This one is big and bold, with a dark caramel finish. Take the next few minutes to try this one and discuss it with your partner. I recommend trying it in sips, focusing on each of the flavors I mentioned. Enjoy!"

Quiet conversation broke out in the room. Dean sniffed the amber liquid and his mouth nearly watered. Typically, he drinks the cheap stuff because that's what is always around. So, having the opportunity to taste some high-quality bourbon put Dean in an instant good mood. Any awkwardness from the kiss quickly faded and Dean was grateful for the distraction.

"Cheers," Dean said happily. He clanked his shot glass against Cas and drank it all in one go. It burned down his throat into his chest and instantly he felt the warmth spread through him. And now that the guy mentioned it, yeah, he could taste the hint of caramel.

"You were supposed to sip it." Cas frowned. "Not drink it all at once."

"It was just a recommendation, Cas. You can drink it however you want."

Cas didn't look happy with Dean's answer and took another sip of the bourbon. Dean watched as Cas' throat swallowed the bourbon and suddenly he was regretting drinking it all in one go. Watching Cas savor the drink made him wish he had something to distract himself with.

He quickly tore his eyes away from Cas' mouth for the millionth time that day. "What do you think, Cas?"

"I like it. It makes me feel...warm."

Dean laughed. "Yeah, bourbon will do that to you. It's the best drink to have in winter for that exact reason."

The bourbon man clapped his hands together to gather everyone's attention. "I see most of you have finished the 1897, so I'll move forward onto the next one. This next one is perfect for the colder months - "

Dean lifted his eyebrows at Cas as if to say see, I told you so. Cas smiled and turned his attention back to the speaker.

" - it is another Old Forester bourbon, but this one is the 1910. It has notes of cherry, dark chocolate, maple syrup and a hint of spice. For those of you who prefer sweet to spice, this is the bourbon for you." He continued sharing trivia about the Old Forester brand and the barrels used to make these bottles. "Now that I've given you all time to clear your taste pallets, enjoy the 1910!"

Dean focused this time on savoring the glass instead of drinking it in one large gulp. He had to admit, Cas was right. When he took the time to savor the flavors he could actually pick up on the cherry and dark chocolate. Before all he tasted was the burn of it.

"I really like this one." Cas announced. His cheeks were a little pink from the alcohol which Dean thought was endearing as hell. "I like the maple syrup flavor."

"When we get home, I'll have to introduce you to the finer bottles of whiskey I've been saving for a special occasion. You'll love it."

Cas titled his head. "But you said you're saving it for a special occasion?"

"Hell, Cas. We saved the world and we're all together. It can't get more special than that."

"I suppose not."

The rest of the tasting continued the same. The speaker would explain the bourbon they were tasting and include some interesting facts (all bourbon is whiskey but not all whiskey is bourbon) and sometimes some gross ones (like before there were strict FDA regulations, distilleries used to include substances like tobacco spit and dirt in their whiskey barrels for flavor) and by the time they finished their fifth and final glass, Dean and Cas were feeling the effects of the bourbon. Cas more so, his speech was a little slurred but he could hold himself upright just fine. He was in that perfect tipsy zone and Dean wasn't far behind him.

The lodge offered a free shuttle service for everyone back to their cabins so the guests wouldn't have to stumble back to their cabins in the cold. Dean happily took them up on that service because he knew he wasn't in the right state to drive. The shuttle was a small bus with only a few rows of seats. They grabbed a seat in the back while a few of the other couples from the class climbed in.

With a low rumble, the shuttle started and lurched forward. It headed along the road towards Dean and Cas' cabin, making stops along the way for the other guests. Cas leaned into Dean's side and sighed happily, nuzzling his face in the crook of Dean's shoulder.

"Mmm, 's nice." His voice was muffled against Dean's coat. "You're warm."

"You're drunk."

"Just a little," He pressed a kiss to his shoulder and Dean's breath hitched. Was this part of the act or was this Cas with his guard down? He leaned more into Dean and gripped Dean's arm. To any onlooker, there would be no doubt they're a couple. That thought sent a little thrill through Dean, secretly pleased by that idea. Who knew he was so possessive?

The bus stopped at the access road leading up to their cabin, so Dean nudged Cas and ushered him off the bus. They stepped out into the cold and Dean felt it sober him up a little. Cas must have felt the same because he was holding himself up straighter and his eyes seemed a little less cloudy. They trudged up the road leading to their cabin and Dean grabbed a hold of Cas' hand, noting the small smile which formed.

"Should we call Sam?"

"Yes, good idea." Dean pulled out his phone with his free hand and dialed Sam's number. It rang a few times then went to voicemail. "Did he reject my call?"

"That seems very out of character for Sam."

Dean tried again. On the second ring he picked up, sounding out of breath. "Dean?"

"Dude, did you reject my call?"

"Uh, sorry. I was - uh in the middle of something."

Dean and Cas exchanged a confused look. "Why are you out of breath? I know you're not running in this weather."

"No reason. I just -- what's up? Are you guys alright?"

"Dean and I drank bourbon at the tasting and now I feel really warm," Cas announced.

"Are you guys drunk?" Sam sounded amused.

"No!" They both said in unison.

"Just, tell me about the lead you found."

"Oh, right! I don't really know much yet. But last night at happy hour the staff was talking about local legends and there was this one that targets young people in love. I don't remember the name of it, but it sounded like it fit the bill. The locals didn't know much that sounded helpful so I'm having Donna look into it."

"That sounds promising," Cas agreed. "Do you remember any other details?"

"Not any that are helpful. I had to really sift through a lot of stuff that isn't our kind of thing. You know how these legends get so twisted over the years."

"Well, keep us posted if Donna finds anything."

"Yeah, will do. Just hang tight until --"

A loud crash echoed over the phone and a woman's voice carried through, saying something intelligible.

"Sam." Dean warned. "Who's there with you?"

"Um --"

"So help me -- if you are with another woman I'm going to be pissed. Eileen is so beyond your league and the fact that you're even willing to risk that..."

"Shit." Sam sighed over the phone. "Switch to facetime."

Dean did as Sam said and was greeted with Sam's anxious face. "So uh -- Eileen is here." He turned the camera and was greeted by Eileen smiling sheepishly.

Cas signed something to Eileen and she laughed in response. Dean focused the camera back on his face so Eileen could read his lips. "What are you doing in Minnesota?"

"My hunt in Iowa wrapped up early, so I came up here to join Sam."

"I thought your hunt was in Ohio?" Cas questioned.

Eileen had a look that was equal parts sympathy and panic on her face as she handed the phone back to Sam.

"Sam, what the hell? Was Eileen not actually on a hunt?"

"No." He admitted. "She wasn't."

"Then why the hell did you send us on this hunt when you two could have done it?"

Now Sam just looked uncomfortable and Dean suddenly realized what was going on. "You've got to be kidding me." Sam opened his mouth to respond but Dean cut him off. "Nope. Not discussing this with you. Not now, not ever. We have to go, keep us updated on the case."

"Bye!" Eileen yelled from the background before the screen went black.

"I don't understand what just happened." Cas said, looking genuinely confused. "What did Sam do?"

"He set us up! To take this case when he and Eileen could have done it."

"But what did he set us up with?"

"Each other, Cas." Dean said strained.

"Oh." He squeaked and blushed furiously.

Oh.

Maybe he wasn't going to kill Sam after all.

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Anonymous said: CAN I GET A HULLABALOO CANECK CANECK IN THE CHAT

GIG 👍🏼

@justyoungice said: Ever consider writing a multi-chapter fic? Your writing is so good! Been a fan ever since I ventured into this fandom =) 🎈

It happens once in a blue moon, but it’s not my preference. I like my one shots. I did, however, find an unfinished chapter fic a few nights ago that I could be persuaded to post as it is (meaning I probably won’t finish it)

Anonymous said: Am I allowed to say you're really pretty??? 😱😍

Oh thank you friend you are most definitely allowed and in fact encouraged

Anonymous said: You cute 😚really cute

I am in hearteyes with you anon

Anonymous said: I am LOVING these batfam snippets so much!!!

2017 Amy was very funny wasn’t she?

Anonymous said: Ok but do you remember the time in no man’s land where two-face held a trial in which he was the prosecuting lawyer against himself?

Two-Face be like “I am here to conduct an entirely improper court proceeding”

@wingedskyes said: Okay.. Side q. Did neeb mean Tim as a cup of coffee in space or Tim made of coffee while floating in space? 🤔

When I asked she said only that I would know her intent in my heart

@cafeamericano10cm said: Congratulations on finishing your exam/class!!

Thank you!!! I’m so relieved to be done

@betterbekind said: CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!! Im so happy for you and hope you treat yourself to something nice for surviving!!! You absolutely rock!

:) :) :D

@nightwing1536 said: Have you ever worked with an artist to make a comic? I’ve seen people do fan art and a page or so of a comic with your stories as the message. But I’m wondering if you ever worked side by side with an artist to make a comic?

nightwing1536 said: Not necessarilyDC but anything

I have! My friend @neebluarts and I did a collaboration project where she produced the most beautiful art in the world to go with a lil comic I wrote. She’s amazing. Here’s the finished project.

I also did a smaller piece with @kurawastaken where we wrote a fic together, and she drew some pictures for it. You can find that one here.

@kurawastaken said: Im love ya

K the muse in my soul bears your face

Anonymous said: On that time travel anon's behalf, your "mobile links" link is broken and any pages other than posts/ask/submit are just plain non-existent on the app. Do you have a "for mobile" tag on posts that contain all that info or anything like that? Whatever the link in your description is, it tried to open up my web browser, so I'm guessing it's not internal to Tumblr?

Hmmm the mobile links work for me if I press down for a few seconds, but I think that’s about the best I can do? I’ll do some research and figure it out.

Anonymous said: Thoughts on young justice? If you’ve watched it what did you think about the third season? Is Wally really dead because I’m deep in denial

I love YJ but no, I haven’t watched the 3rd season. I don’t think I have access to it, but I might try to find it now that the hard part of school is done.

Anonymous said: Omgggggg amesss you're gonna be a lawyer (a badass one i bet). Cheers dude!!!!!

That’ll be oh-mother-of-darkness, esquire

Anonymous said: Congratulations!!!!

I’m over the moon :)

Anonymous said: Hope you’ve been taking time to Relax

I had a pretty chill week, yeah! Been sleeping mostly, and hanging with my online folks

Anonymous said: ⊂ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ⊃ This is Hug Bear. He heard you were having a bad day and had come to offer comfort.

Why thank u hug bear

Anonymous said: hey dude I've been there I cried in my moms arms for an hour the other night because of job hunting difficulties which is hard to face at 25. things will get better for us both so hang in there buddy our time is coming 💕

Ah anon I feel that so hard. Good luck my love

Anonymous said: We're here for you if you need to vent ames

lil kissy face emoji

Anonymous said: I hope you feel better and you’re not getting ship asks again. You’re one of my favorite people on tumblr.

You would think after all this time I could rest but ALAS

Anonymous said: Just wanted to say this last fic with Tim getting angry and venting some of his feelings really hit close to home in a good way and I really love it and thank you!

It seems like that one resonated with a lot of folks, and I’m glad. We all need to scream vicariously sometimes

@chiefqueenenthusiast said: I love your work so much. You let Tim go OFF and I live for it

Thank youuuuu I’m glad you liked it

Anonymous said: Your Damian and your Tim just seem to *get* each other on a very specific level. It’s something that I love from your writing. It’s probably why they fight so much but it’s also a connection they only have with each other. Tim asking if he was allowed to be mad and Damian immediately saying yes just reminded me of it ❤️

Oh anon I’m getting emotional thank you so much

@eatthepoison said: I'm not sure if your fics remind me of something musical yet, I need to sit and think about that, BUT your url reminds me of the song Dread in My Heart by Mother Mother. I think maybe because the song has "oh" a lot in it and because of the alliteration of "darkness" and "dread". So like, everytime I see oh mother of darkness my brain always follows up with oh dread in my heart. Idk my head makes leaps sometimes.

eatthepoison said: Also, I'm sorry your feeling frustrated :( if you ever want to talk I always open to listening. I'm not a content creator yet, at least not one big or well known, but I get that it can be overwhelming at times. If its worth anything, i think you're one of the most talented persons in the batfam community. Of all the stuff I've read, your one of the authors I think "damn they fucking NAIL the characterization of the fam every single time like holy shit".

Y’all got me sitting at work thinkin bout all the good things in my life rn. And I know that song! I like it very much

Anonymous said: Such a good little kitty. So cute too!!

She is my darling girl and I love her so much

Anonymous said: My DC oc , Is a waitress named Jess. Her and Jason met during his brief time in foster care. She's not a superhero or anything , she owns a diner where Jason is welcome anytime, no questions asked and always willing to listen. Banged up or bloody ,doesn't matter. She's good with guns cause how else is she gonna protect herself/business in gotham. She was a teen mom and brings her kid to work with her. She's asian/hispanic, curly hair. That's about it

Hey this is a reminded that I probably will write a few paragraphs for your OC but you do have to DM me about it

Also hella cool OC you got there

#asks #yj spoilers #i guess #ah i love y'all you're so sweet

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madammuffins · 4 years

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Fuselage Scrap

The rasp in Katsuki’s voice made Eijirou shiver. Please stay. He begged silently, eyes screwed shut as his forehead pressed into the side of his phone. Please help me figure this out. Please help me not feel so alone. Please don’t let me like you this much. He sighed as his phone went off. I like girls. I. Like. Girls. I love women. I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m- He swiped his screen, unlocking the passcode.

Ei! We’re doing good here Stateside. A kissy face. Are you okay over there? Sleeping better?

Sleeping okay. He went to hit send but-

You’re up awful early, so don’t lie to keep me from worrying.

Eijirou erased his text, gaze moving to the cupboard again as he wondered how to respond. Purple silicone. Fingers tapped on his toweled thigh.

What? ‘Purple silicone’? What’s that mean?

Eijirou muffled his screech as horror flooded him. I did not mean to text you that. I was thinking about- “About what?” He gnawed on a lip. Dying my hair. The guy showed me the set up. Purple gloves.

Dying your hair?! How fun!! What color?

“Christ, Pony.” He sucked in a deep breath, Red.

Red like the eyes that haunted his dreams and didn’t let him sleep. Red like the dragon snaking over the ribs and shoulder of the man just feet away. Red like the blush that spilled over cheeks and chest and ears whenever they were in the same room. Red like the desire to touch a little more, talk a little longer. Red like the need to see Katsuki come undone in the worst ways beneath his hands. Red like the way his heart beat a little thicker, a little hotter, a little faster when they were together.

Red. Red. Red.

That’s interesting. Like, burgundy or that Auburn color? I think it’d look nice with your tan. But really, honey. Try to get sleep. I’ll text you later, it’s dinner time. Kisses.

Eijirou stared at the text. He didn’t want her kisses.

God he should want her kisses. Hands fisted in his hair as he slouched, tears in his eyes.

X~X~X

This was the bathroom scene. From Kirishima’s POV. Thanks to a reader [Prestocrayon] I realized the story would have to be told completely in Bakugou’s POV, not Kirishima’s. That does mean there are some moments that I did change later in the story that were previously written out. Cuz it’s the first fic I’ve ever written out of order. It’s also the first fic I’ve ever, like, genuinely ever plotted?

Fucking eerie my dudes.

Anyway. For obvious reasons (aside from POV) I had to scrap it. It was too sexual too soon (there was a lot before this that involved “purple silicon” - which is Bakugou’s sex toy and Kirishima thinking big boy thoughts). I wanted to give the readers something, but I also needed to remember to pace myself. I’m glad I opted to not go with Kirishima’s POV. He’s far more sexual than Bakugou, and his struggle is way more poignant that way.

Where Bakugou struggles to accept falling for someone and being vulnerable, Kirishima struggles with his sexuality. It’s a difficult mindset for me to grasp as a grey-ace because it’s not something I genuinely understand.

Maybe, if I’m feeling like challenging myself, I’ll do a second part from Eijirou’s POV? Or someone else can take the reigns who understands 'lust at first sight’ a little bit better. I would not mind having someone else write a continuation or a second part covering the same story from Ei’s POV if they wanted. I just don’t feel like I can write that side of things well enough.

I don’t know. Maybe?

Even though I love him. I just vibe better with Bakugou.

X~X~X

The image above is a compliation of the Kirishima Village, the Clan Mansion, the cafe, the waterfall, the village layout (it’s a mountainside village, so it’s either on a decline or incline depending), the airstrip, and the shrine. The waterfall is very important and more about that is revealed in chapter 32. It was a hint in chapter, I think, 12?

The bathroom chapter where Eijirou comes ripping up on his motorcycle in the middle of a summer storm cuz ya boy’s whipped already.

X~X~X

Tag List: @kingdomheartstrash @thelastoftheflyinggraysons @burnedblueblossom @amy-on-ice

#fuselage #bnha au #my hero academia #scrapped #kiribaku #pop rocks #lemony convo #some grown up themes #fuselage spoilers #long post

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dingdonghun · 6 years

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HEEEEEY I just reached 300 followers! I literally have no idea why you guys are here but I appreciate you regardless and so I just want to give a fast quick thanks to some people ; ; 🌻💛 but first!!!

I don't do much but state opinions and reblog things but I've written my very first story (Memories In Summer) and I figure I will continue writing if I can, because I often have ideas in my head. I may write a few more stories and get feedback and then start a Seperate blog for it all together but I honestly don't know, I strongly lack motivation due to working all day every day ; ; but I want to do my best for all of you, I want to pay you back for being so sweet to me 💛💛💛... OKAY LETS GET INTO MY BEAUTIFUL MUTUALS THAT I'VE FORMED FRIENDSHIPS WITH (if I forget anyone it may be because we haven't talked in a long time, my memory is really bad, PLEASE let me know)

@princeyeolie my baby Kaylee, thank you for being my very first friend when I started this blog. I love you so so much with all of my heart and I deeply appreciate you being here, even when you get grounded every 5 seconds. 💛🌻

@a-godchend my sweet Yanbun whom I feel I keep growing closer to. I'm close with you as well and I want to always be here for you uwu you fucking precious sweet peachy rose. I swear to god 😤

@sunkissedkpops my beautiful sun 🌞 always here for me, very very close to me, I love you so so damn much. I couldn't imagine being without you now that we've met and are in each other's lives ; ; 💛

@heylaybaeslayyay awe my cute little cinnamon roll. Very sweet and very precious. I love talking to you and it always brightens my day 💛🌻 I'm glad to have you around me all of the time

@galaxies-and-daisies though we've only communicated via asks, I care deeply for you and I always want to be around you because you're such a sweet puff pastry. I'm always here if you need me and I want to squish my face against yours. 🌻💛🌻💛🌻

@byunrelatable my Ari~ we haven't talked in a while but I miss you very much and you're a great friend to me. I want to give you soft gentle forehead kissies. Maybe choke you out wrestler style. 😚💛

@papermuse96 Abi! My sweet princess, I miss you all of the time uwu I can never get enough of you. I desire to eat your face. But like.... Lovingly 👀🌻

@noona-clock my T and B, I always feel happy when I see you two on my dash and you both make me so happy. I'm glad that we became friends and I look up to the two of you. You make me want to write, and I'll try to do so in the future ~ you're both so talented and beautiful inside and out and I love you so much 😚🌻💛

@kyungiebaby listen I know I literally just met you but I love you so fucking much lmao. I get so excited when I see you in my notifications and being ignored by you gives me a big fat uwu 💛🌻 you ignore me so good, baby. (I'm just teasing you, I'm happy to have you around 💛💛💛)

@xnamjoons-slutx you've been nothing but sweet to me and I'm always happy to see you on my dash and in my messages, even if we don't talk too much lately (this is completely my fault lets be honest, I'm terrible at keeping up with people) I deeply appreciate you 🌻💛 thank you for being in my life

@monsterpcy listen I came across an old post that you and I were in together and I said to myself... Holy shit I REALLY miss Amy B( so we are going to have to fix that, understand?? P.s I love you so fucking much. uwu you are a saint 🌻💛

@shimmie-shimmie-kokobop my precious baby whom always tags me in puppy posts. I love you Kaz and I'm sorry I'm so MIA lately, work is kicking my ass and my energy is low, but I miss you and I appreciate you and all of your spam uwu 💛💛💛💛

@isothetic I love you and all of your spam posts as well, you always send me things that I bust hard uwu's over. Sometimes even busting a big nut. You are also very sweet and we relate to most things, I appreciate you and you always make my day that much better when I see your posts 😚🌻

@phantasticforfob the same for you, you always send me amazing posts and I deeply appreciate you for it, you sweet precious angel baby. Thank you so much for always making my day a bit better when you're in my dms uwu 💛💀💀💀

@junsoohyun you're literally always in my notes and I love you to death lmao. We finally talked for the first time recently and you're actuslly extremely sweet and I love you so much already uwu please let me give you all of the kissies in the world that you deserve. 😘😘😘😘😚😚😚

For anyone I forgot, I'm terribly sorry, I'm doing my best over here lmao I'm typing this during break at work and my mind is elsewhere but I appreciate and love every single one of my followers and mutuals and if any of you ever need anything at all, please send me a note or an ask and I'd love to help. 💗❤💚💜💙💛💓💕💖💞💋💋💋💋💋

#personal post #300 followers #again i have to ask #why the hell are you following me #are you okay?#i'm here for you #we can get through this

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whatisitcalledagain · 6 years

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Drunk Text

Beca sat slumped in her couch, nursing another whiskey and coke, flipping through the channels. No quality content for 8pm on a Sunday. She should have gone out with the rest of the crew but she really needed some "me" time.

Her phone buzzed and illuminated on the coffee table. She glanced down and saw Stacie on the text ID. Sliding open the message several little bumble bees danced around the screen. The three dots showed indicating Stacie was typing more.

Stacie: *bumble bee emoji*

Stacie: B

Stacie: B!

Stacie: !

Beca: WHAT

Stacie: Get your hand out of your pants and get down here!

Beca rolled her eyes before taking another sip of her whiskey and responded.

Beca: Nah

Stacie: But drinks! *martini glass emoji*

Beca: I've got one, thanks

Stacie: LOL ONE! That's rich, Beca!

Beca: Hey I'm a grownup I can have more than one.

Stacie: You're sorely missing out

Beca: In this heat!? Nope don't think so

Stacie: Just wear less clothes

Beca: Doesn't work for me *shrug emoji*

The brunette took a deep breath, the whiskey slowly seeping into her, coaxing her into the beginnings of intoxication.

Stacie: Guess who's here

Beca: Bono?

Stacie: *red X emoji*

Beca: Halsey

Stacie: *red X emoji*

Beca: Give

Stacie: *blonde woman emoji* *winking smile emoji* *tongue emoji*

Racking her brain, Beca tried to decipher her text clues.

Stacie: *whip emoji*

Beca: *owl emoji*

Stacie: Aubrey

Beca: shut the fuck up

Stacie: I *poop emoji* U NOT

The image loaded to Beca's text window. Low and behold there was Stacie, arm slung over the blonde, both smiling into the camera. Aubrey's head rested cozily against Stacie's, their eyes shining with excitement and martinis.

Stacie: LOOK

Beca: I see! Tell her I say what's up loser

There wasa pause in the woman's messaging, giving Beca a moment to think of some good comebacks.

Stacie: "Bite me"

Beca: Pass.

A new message alert popped at the top of Beca's screen.

Chloe Beale

Beca blinked and instantly touched her name.

Chloe: Hi!

Beca: Hey yourself

Chloe: Glad I didn't wake you.

Beca: Chlo, it's 8. And you know I don't sleep

Chloe: I still have a difficult time remembering the time zones.

Stacie Conrad

Beca switched between her two conversations.

Stacie: She's got news!

Beca: she pregnant?

Chloe Beale

Chloe: I helped deliver a calf today. Something I never thought I'd get the opportunity. It was awe-inspiring. It has the most beautiful, big, brown eyes.

Beca: Awww. So beauty *smile emoji*

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: Guess who's staying out at their new facility to help train!

Beca: *blonde woman emoji*

Stacie: *bell emoji*

Stacie: Guess who's gonna come stay with her!

Chloe Beale

Chloe: I really liked your last release. Shawn's got such an emotional grasp on his singing.

Beca: Thanks! He's such a blessin to work with too

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: *redhead emoji*

Beca's heart skipped.

Beca: What

Stacie: *redhead emoji* *hearteyes emoji* *kissy face emoji* *redhead emoji* *redhead emoji* *redhead emoji*

Chloe Beale

Chloe: You must be busy then? Working on a new project.

Beca hesitated to type. Chloe was leaving New York and was coming to the west cost. Chloe would be minutes from her. Beca swallowed.

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: Chloe Beale is coming! *tongue emoji* *water drops emoji*

Beca blushed; she should have taken that confession to the grave.

Beca: I shouldntve told you

Stacie: But you DID! *One finger emoji* *two finger emoji* *water drops emoji* *waves emoji*

Beca: STAHP

Stacie: Gooooooooo *two finger emoji*

Chloe Beale

Chloe: I'm hoping you aren't.

Chloe: I'm actually coming to see Aubrey. She purchased a ranch and has some pretty great ideas about cross training and programming.

Beca: OMG THATS RAD!

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: You should invite her to stay with you *lightbulb emoji*

Beca: no

Stacie: oooorr you could tell her

Chloe Beale

Chloe: _ I'm looking forward to being out there. Maybe we could hang out, get coffee?!

Beca: Totally! Id like to hear more about hows life

Beca: When will you be here?

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: *gif genie from Aladdin "Tell her the TRUTH"*

Beca: Would you knock off

Stacie: It's not hard

Beca: that's what YOU said :P

Chloe Beale

Chloe: My flight is next Tuesday. I should be arriving by 10:45am, if there are no delays, of course.

Beca: Is it straight here or connecting?

Chloe: Connecting through MCI.

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: She's texting you isn't she?!

Beca:...

Stacie: TELL GER NOW

Stacie: HER*

Beca: Like how? Just be like omg I have something to tell you! Thats So 3rd grade

Beca: can you image her getting that text — Chloe I like like you, like a lot. How would she even respond to that?

Chloe: She like likes you a lot too _

Beca: Dont put words in her mouth, you have no right talking for Chloe dude

Chloe: I'm allowed to put words in Chloe's mouth. In fact, I'm allowed to put several things in, and out, of Chloe's mouth.

Beca: Stce, drop it okay? How can you even be sure

Chloe: Because I'm Chloe.

Beca squinted, disbelief and panic sobering the small haze clouding her mind and sight.

"Shit!" Beca cussed loudly. "Wait, what?" She read back through the messages as the onslaught of push notifications populated the top of her screen.

Beca: I'm mortified

Chloe: Awww Becs, don't be! You enjoy your whiskey and coke and I'll call you tomorrow, Mk?!

Beca's mouth gapped open, words failed her. Stacie texted her again.

Stacie Conrad

Stacie: You are arent you!

Stacie: come back here

Stacie: I'm telling her you're ignoring us

Stacie: *gasping face emoji*

Stacie: CALL ME BIW!

Stacie: NOW*

Stacie: Finish your phone sex and tell us what's going on!

Stacie: BECA

Bella Fam

Aubrey: I have a formal announcement...

Stacie: *drum roll emoji*

CRose: You two getting married?

Amy: Comin for your brand Black Beauty

CRose: *eyeroll emoji*

Aubrey: Bhloe

Amy: WHAT

Ashely: You better not be lying

Aubrey: Honor *blonde military emoji*

Emily: MOMS?! Is it true?

Amy: Bhloe! Bhloe! Bhloe!

Lilly: *dragonfly emoji*

Flo: *flames* *firetruck emoji*

Jessica: Reunion to celebrate?!

Chloe: *gif screaming with excitement* YES!

Beca: *embarrased nervous emoji*

Beca: Glad to spark a reunion *nervous emoji* *facepalm emoji* I swear I've practiced that way better

Emily: Awwwwwww *hearts*

Flo: *rainbow flag*

Jessica: Aww 3

CRose: *peace sign emoji* *unicorn emoji* *two women with heart emoji*

Amy: Bhloe! Bhloe! Bhloe!

#Bechloeweek #bechloeweek2018 #bechloe week 2018 #bechloe #bechloe ficlette #bechloe drunk text #beca mitchell #chloe beale #cross posted #CSIBradley #das me #bechloe week day three

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nomorelonelydays · 7 years

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WOOOOOOO OKAY 2.2k sidgeno beauty vlogger au for @honeycombhenry because i got e M O t i o n a l thinking about her art

“A lot of you have been asking me about how and why I started a makeup and beauty vlog,” video-Sidney says, his voice a little scratchy. Zhenya had been listening to the new update on the accidentally-stumbled upon channel, which had quickly become one of his entertainment go-to for the charmingly shy and genuine personality (Crosbeauty, he thinks fondly, what an adorable little nickname) and lovely face behind the camera, in the locker room as he changed sluggishly, when video-Sidney admits, “I’ve been really putting off answering that question, but I hope that my answer will help encouraging some younger people who may be in a similar situation.”

At 8.7 million subscribers, Crosbeauty is one of the most-followed and loved YouTube channels, featuring a Canadian man who talks about his love for hockey while testing various makeup brands to see if they really live up to the hype. Zhenya’s favorite thing, he thinks, is watching Sidney tuck back a stray curl behind his ear as Sidney gazes off-camera, talking about the team’s stats, his day, visiting in parents in Cole Harbour and, as always, thanking his audience with his usual ending catchphrase and thumbs up, “Thanks, everyone, see you next time. Remember to get up every morning and do something that you love. Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

What would really be amazing is if Zhenya worked up the guts to contact Crosbeauty and thank him for lifting his spirits with that peculiar giggle whenever a game goes poorly, for shocking a laugh out of him when Sidney says something snarky about the Flyers while applying his contour and, for once, when Zhenya had been knocked out of several games with a concussion scare, wearing a Malkin jersey and wishing the Pens and Zhenya well, along with “We all believe in you, Geno. I know I do. Can’t wait to see you back on the ice. Take care, buddy.”

He’d replayed that one video, again and again, until they’d cleared him for playing. He’d scored a hat trick that night, and for every goal, he pointed at the cameras and gave a thumbs up, just like Sidney. In a vlog that posted a week later, Sidney seemed to be trying to contain his smile as he raved about how amazing Malkin was and his celly, which jokingly, he mentioned, “I hope that was for me. It’s probably not. Let me dream.”

(It was for you, Zhenya wanted to say. He considered writing an email, maybe offering some tickets to their next home game, too, but he pauses. Is this too much? Would Sidney get put off by him? He doesn’t want to pressure Sidney into saying yes just because he’s the captain of the Pens. But Sidney liked the Pens, so would that be so bad?

He thinks about this at his kitchen island as he swirls jam into his tea for approximately 30 minutes, until Sasha texts him with a, “HEY!!! Let’s go out before our game, maybe find you someone hot. You poor, lonely thing, you))))))” There had been multiple kissy face emojis following that.

Zhenya rolls his eyes and debates the pros and cons of hanging out with Sasha—one, he gets really, really drunk, and then listen to Sasha incoherently proclaim himself as Mr. Alexander Backstrom for two hours before going home alone and passing out; or he can stay home and stare at the Crosbeauty channel, at Sidney’s unfairly attractive face, until he passes out.

Well, if he’s destined to pass out either way, might as well do it with a friend.

He goes out with Sasha. Sasha tells him how wonderful his Nicky is—both in regards to his face and his blowjob abilities—for two hours exactly. Zhenya drinks a lot. Probably too much for a Monday night. And he forgets about his internal moral struggle of sending hockey tickets to Sidney.)

The last video had been with Taylor, Sidney’s sister, where the two tried to investigate the difference between BB and CC creams, while they chatted.

“I can use this for formal,” video-Taylor says, patting her face. “You know what? I really like it. Can I take it?”

“Pay me twenty dollars,” Sidney deadpans.

Taylor laughs and ignores Sidney before continuing, “So, Sid. Back to the list of questions from your followers. Amy-UnicornHeartXoXO54 wants to know if there’s a special person in your life right now.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Well, Sid? Do you?”

Zhenya hadn’t even noticed he’d been holding his breath, until Sidney answered, “No, Taylor. You know I don’t.”

“I know some nice guys from school,” she says. “They’d love to go on a date with Crosbeaut—”

“I’m not going out with guys your age, Taylor,” Sidney laughs, then accidentally squirts and entire blob of foundation all over his hand. “Oh, God—”

She’d beat Sidney to the punch before the catchphrase and went up real close to the camera, snorting out, “Remember to wake up and do something—or someone—that you love! Wouldn’t that be amazing? Wouldn’t it? Answer me and my brother in the comments or I’ll sit outside your house and watch you through your windows—” as Sidney laughed and tried to pry Taylor away.

That had been a few months ago.

Today, Zhenya listens to Sidney, bare-faced (but still, so, so lovely, with a quiet dignity and confidence), say into the camera, “I turned to makeup because it was something to do after someone purposely broke my leg in peewee hockey. Taylor knows this. My parents and most of my followers know this. But I didn’t tell anyone why I started to vlog. Until now, I guess.” Sidney’s eyes are downcast, staring at an invisible spot on the ground. He licks his lips anxiously. “I went into beauty vlogging, um, probably a few months after I started to use concealers to cover up bruises from my ex.”

Zhenya’s blood runs cold. Sidney doesn’t stop talking. The bickering from his teammates in the locker still ramble on, but the only thing important is hearing Sidney’s voice, sometimes getting thicker before he clears it, in his ear, telling his story. His routines. His one (and only) relationship that ended in abuse. The loneliness and plain emptiness that came after.

The video is short, only three and a half minutes long, but by the end of it, Sidney seems visibly rattled. He still puts on a smile. “You know, I’ve been thinking about sharing this story a lot. I know I’m still recovering, and it’s difficult, but I know I can do it, and to those of you who may be feeling this way, I believe in you. And um, here I am, still waking up and doing something I love. Every morning. It’s not the NHL, it’s—it’s not hockey, I don’t know if I can skate professionally ever, but you know, this is something I’m passionate about. So isn’t that amazing, too?”

Sidney grins, his lips turning up crookedly, even as his eyes are still a little wet, as the video cuts to black.

Zhenya sits there for a while.

“G, you okay?” Phil asks.

Zhenya looks up.

“I’m…” He blinks. “Want to talk to manager.”

He knows what he wants to do.

For Sidney.

The Pens host a slew of charity nights and fundraisers that summer, all profits going towards a variety of local domestic abuse shelters, along with a family skate benefiting You Can Play. There’s teens from the nearby high school stepping on the ice for the first time, sliding their way through like baby deer as their friends pull them across enthusiastically. Parents are waddling along with their babies like penguins, and Zhenya thinks he sees a couple of toddlers trying to climb onto Olli’s legs in the corner.

He’s so busy looking behind him that he doesn’t realize he’s about to run into someone, until he does.

“Oh, shi—oot,” Zhenya says, helping the guy up. “I’m so—” His mouth falls open. “—orry.”

Sidney Crosby, from Crosbeauty, is currently holding onto his hand as he rights himself, using his other hand to brush his thighs clean of ice. Zhenya had nearly run over Crosbeauty on the ice.

“It’s okay,” Sidney says kindly. His smile is just as breathtaking as it is over the Internet, and he looks a little starstruck himself. “I didn’t expect the Pens to actually be here. Well. I mean. I know it’s your event, but I didn’t—”

“Not expect YouTube star be here, either,” Zhenya says, then immediately wishes he can sew his mouth shut.

Sidney looks pleasantly surprised, though, and his cheeks go pink. “You know me?”

“You famous,” Zhenya counters.

“Not really,” Sidney says. “You’re famous. And I, uh, I guess I didn’t think that hockey players, um.” He cuts off, worrying at his lip. “You know.”

Zhenya wants to hold his cheek and smooth out his expression until Sidney doesn’t look so scared. “Hear from players’ wives,” he fibs. It’s not a complete lie—one of the rookies’ girlfriend had caught him watching a video in the corner of the kitchen during a potluck/movie-night, when Zhenya had been pretending to refill the chip bowl, and she’d said conspiratorially, ‘Is that the new Crosbeauty vlog? Can I watch it with you?’ “‘Sidney Crosby know best makeup, you watch new video?’ Sidney this, Sidney that. You bigger celebrity than me.”

Sidney laughs then. “I see,” he says. “And pretty good timing, too, you almost running me over.”

“I’m not run over, just little bump,” Zhenya says, delighted that Sidney’s teasing him. “Barely check.”

“Yeah, for you maybe. It’s like skiing into a tree for me.” He sobers up. “I just wanted to tell you what an incredible thing the Pens organization has been doing lately. It’s great to see hockey changing for the better. And I know that doesn’t mean the entire NHL is gonna change overnight, but it really means a lot to me that, you know, my team is doing this.”

Zhenya feels his throat close up as Sidney beams up at him, so close and so earnest. He really wants to give the whole world to him.

Instead, his dumb mouth opens again and garbles out, “You skate me?”

Sidney blinks. “Sorry?”

Fuck. Fuckity. “I—English not so good—I’m—”

“Your English is fine,” Sidney assures.

Oh no, oh no. He’s going to ramble and then end up spraying Sidney in the face with spit, he knows it. Not good. Not good. “Is embarrassing for me, you know?” he tries. “Talking to you.”

“To me?” Sidney asks, backing away and looking extremely hurt and stunned. “I don’t—”

“No!” Zhenya yells, then lowers his voice. “I’m sorry. I just—is embarrassing because I’m stand in front you. And you so pretty.” There. There, he’s fucking said it. Sidney doesn’t budge an inch. “And nice.” Nice? Fuck that. Surely he can do better than that. “I—I watch your videos, too, to say truth. A lot of videos. You sort of…perfect.”

“Oh,” Sidney says quietly, his expression morphing from hurt, to astonishment, to—shyness? “That’s really sweet of you.”

“I, um.” Zhenya laughs, scratching at an itch that doesn’t exist in the back of his neck. “Sorry, nervous.”

Sidney takes his hands gently, folding his over Zhenya’s clenched fist. “I’m kind of nervous, too,” Sidney says, his eyes a little wild, but that smile, oh, that smile. So wide and exuberant like it can split his face open. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You won the Stanley Cup three times.”

“And you Sidney Crosby,” Zhenya says. Strong, beautiful, brave Sidney Crosby, he doesn’t say. For now. “You remember, hit my head last year, scared having concussion?”

“I remember.”

“I watched your video, you tell me to get better soon. Watch it until I get better. Again and again.” Sidney’s face, changing into pure shock, fuels him with more confidence. “First game I play, I get hat trick for you. And I’m think, Sidney Crosby most lucky.”

Sidney ducks his head, laughing that ridiculous noise, and Zhenya has never heard anything more wonderful.

“You want skate together?” Zhenya tries again. He doesn’t let go of Sidney’s hand.

Sidney doesn’t let go, either. “Yes,” he says.

They go.

A select few notifications on Zhenya’s alternative email he used to subscribe to Crosbeauty—which he eventually forgets the password to—after this incident:

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘Boyfriend Does My Makeup Challenge!’

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘Geno tried to make breakfast…tried’

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘PENS WIN THE CUP AGAIN!’

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘Backstrom-Ovechkin Wedding Fun!! + Tips for a Summer Look!’

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘Boyfriend Challenge…again?!’

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘Big News! My Own Lip Kit Line and…💍’

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘Fiance tries to make breakfast…again’

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘Requests: Lipstick Longevity’

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘Wedding+honeymoon highlights’

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘Family life vlog: Bringing the twins home’

NEW Crosbeauty update – ‘Babies’ first hockey game!’

And, a few years later:

Crosbeauty notification: Hi, everyone! Just a reminder that I will be away for a few weeks to go on a much-needed family vacation with my husband, Riley, and Sophie, now that the hockey season is over, and there won’t be any vlogs for this month. As usual, please direct all business inquiries and proposals to [email protected]. We hope you have a lovely rest of the week and I hope you can wake up every morning doing something you love, with someone you love!

- Sidney Crosby-Malkin

#past abuse mention tw #sidgeno #beauty vlogger au #of course i would finish and post this at 1 in the morning #why am i like this #screams softly #i M SORRY i havent written anything legit in a long time #THIS IS PROBABLY REALLY BAD BUT #i got emo about makeup sidney #its like getting hit in the face with a TRUCK

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Miss amy I must ask of you, can you please give me some birthday tickles all over my sides and hips until I gigglecum?

Oooh of courseee sweetieeee~!! I'm always just everrrr sooo delighted to work some extra sensitive hot spottttss until we get that gigglygassssmm~! soooo let's just seee whyy yes, you need to be as naked as the day you were born on your birthday soooo let's just get that toppp but ooh, does that tickle when I wiggle my fingers alll over your bellyyyy? Why I'm just taking your shirt off ~ stopp squirming you birthday bug~ mmhmm there's the shirt end and my fingers can gliiiide under and oooh yes, two ticklish sensitive cute sides here right where I suspected. Ahh let's get you comfortable, shall we? Toss your shirt hereee doesn't that feel better? Annnnnd I do believe I'm nibbling your siiiides~ mmmhmmm ~ mmuuah little kissies and niiiibbly niibbly nuuu~ Have you always been so adorably ticklish? Yeahhh? Tell me all about it ~ tell me how you've alwaysss wanted to be tickled like this on your birthday while I rubbbby rub your sides with my thumbs and give you kissy kissesss on your lovely waistttt~

My my my you love your tickles huhhh? Just a lil giggle glutton? Tell me how you're my adorable wantttty giggle glutton now~ ooh yes I'm taking your bottoms toooo mmhmmm~ no no no you don't keep theseee like I saidddd naked as the day you were born~! That's why it's a birthday suit, silly! Let's just tug these downnnn and of course I have to rubbbb your hip as it pops out, that's the fun of having a hip you silllyyyy~! Anddd we'll just toss your pants hereee to join your shirt and thereee doesn't that feel better? Nowww ~ how much did you think about me tickling these hiiiips? Maybe these cute hip dips toooo? You thought about it a whole lot didn't youuu ~ naughty thing~ you just wanted your Amy Amy to kisss and adore you on your giggle buttons huh? Skitter my nailssss up your sidesss and down the hipsss ~ you can struggle and squirm all you like but you know it's still gonna tickle!

Sooo I'm just gonna tie your wrists together with my silky soft scarf and have that tied above us while I scooot you into my lap mmhmm~ oooh such a delightful squeak you have, such a lovelyyy lovely form. Yeahhh do you like my soft hair and outfit brushing your naked backside? Come here cutieeee let's snuggle you upppp~ I'll just cooo right here in your ear and kisss and blow little puffs of air while we watch together my fingers tracing and tickling and stroking your sidessss up and down and up and down~ and thennnnn tickle tickle tickle!! on your hipsss yes those lovely buttons need it sooo bad ~ youuuu need it so bad huh? Sooo wantyyyy on your birthday ~ you wanttt all those lovely sensations to melttt you into my giggly fluff fluffff~ coochie cooooo you can't not gigglegasppp ~ I know this tickles~ I know what it's doing to youuuu~ and we're gonna keep going ohhh yes we areee! Happy Birthday my dear gigglebugggg~And we're stopping until your hot spots give up that gigglecum nope nope nopeee!!

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gokinjeespot · 7 years

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Monday, January 16, 2017

We had a beautiful sunny weekend here in Ottawa and the Rideau Canal Skateway opened for the first time this winter. I went for a walk in the sun and then finished up the first volume of the two volume Strangers in Paradise Omnibus by Terry Moore which my partner Chris let me borrow. I read the story as floppies but it was very nice to re-read the story about the volcanic relationship between Francine and Katchoo again. I highly recommend any comic book that Terry does.

Scarlet Witch #14 - James Robinson (writer) Shawn Crystal (art) Chris Brunner (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Wanda's journey along the Witch's Road finally comes to an end with the expected result of witchcraft being cured. It's neat that Shawn's art pays homage to Steve Ditko's Doctor Strange dimensional vistas but why is Agatha Harkness young looking now?

Unworthy Thor #3 - Jason Aaron (writer) Kim Jacinto & Olivier Coipel (art) Matthew Wilson (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). The Collector's hammer is being sought by many. The Odinson wants it and so does Thanos. My money is on U-Thor and his companions getting their hands on it in the end.

Amazing Spider-Man Renew Your Vows #3 - Gerry Conway (writer) Ryan Stegman (art) Sonia Oback (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). This issue features Anna May Parker in and out of costume. Gerry must watch a lot of Nickelodeon to make his kids sound so authentic. Annie is young, foolish and hot-headed which makes for some interesting situations. This is a fun book that I think more fans should be reading.

Justice League/Power Rangers #1 - Tom Taylor (writer) Stephen Byrne (art & colours) Deron Bennett (letters). I don't read either of these teams' comic books but I like Tom's writing so I picked this up to see what he could do with these characters. I have no clue what the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers are about but they seem like a decent bunch. The story is pretty basic with an accidental interdimensional hop including a super villain. If you like the Batman and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle team up you'll enjoy this too.

Moonshine #4 - Brian Azzarello (writer) Eduardo Risso (art & colours) Jared H. Fletcher (letters). If the creature doesn't make you howl then Tempest will by the time you get to the end of this issue. I did not see that coming.

Daredevil #15 - Charles Soule (writer) Goran Sudzuka (art) Matt Milla (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Here's something else I did not see coming. We have the return of one of Daredevil's arch enemies back from the dead. At least I think they died. It's hard to keep track.

Action Comics #971 - Dan Jurgens (writer) Stephen Segovia (pencils) Art Thibert (inks) Arif Prianto (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). The trial of Lex Luthor takes a surprising turn and he and Superman are still not home free. Meanwhile back home, Lois and Jon are caught in a place where they shouldn't be by Clark Kent. It's going to be fun to see how mom and son explain their trespass.

Groo: Fray of the Gods #4 - Sergio Aragones & Mark Evanier (writers) Sergio Aragones (art) Tom Luth (colours) Stan Sakai (letters). It's always distracting whenever the Minstrel appears in a Groo comic book because of the ever changing end of his instrument. This mini ends with much dining and fraying for Groo but the gods don't actually fight throughout this story. Oh well, what do you expect from a Groo comic?

Uncanny Avengers #19 - Gerry Duggan (writer) Pepe Larraz with Rodrigo Zayas (art) Dono Sanchez Almara (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Looks like the Red Skull has this team in his complete control but there is one hero left to come to the rescue. It's Gerry's homeboy Deadpool. Wade can't do it all alone so it's team up time. I like who he rustles up to help save the day.

Wonder Woman #14 - Greg Rucka (writer) Nicola Scott (art) Romulo Fajardo Jr. (colours) Jodi Wynne (letters). This issue concludes "Year One" with a battle between Diana and Ares the God of War. One must suspend belief that Diana can fly all around the world carry Steve Trevor to stop the poison gas from being deployed. Maybe she got help from Santa Claus. I felt a little let down by Greg with that miracle move, but otherwise this story has been pretty good. Good enough for me to keep reading now that the first two storylines have ended.

Red Sonja #1 - Amy Chu (writer) Carlos Gomez (art) Mohan (colours) Simon Bowland (letters). I hope you read the twenty-five cent #0 or you will be wondering how Sonja ends up in modern Manhattan. Amy solves the problem of Sonja speaking ancient Hyrkanian by introducing a handsome young police officer who sort of understands the language. This is quite similar to the Rebirth Wonder Woman book but different enough that a long time fan like me still finds it worth reading.

Occupy Avengers #3 - David F. Walker (writer) Carlos Pacheco (pencils) Rafael Fonteriz (inks) Sonia Oback with Wil Quintana (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). I'm not a fan of the title. I think comic book buyers have Avengers fatigue and would be more likely to buy this book if it was called Marvel Team-Up starring Hawkeye. I am enjoying it so far and would recommend it. Here we have Hawkeye and Red Wolf getting help from Nighthawk and his sidekick Deadly Nightshade to track down some shady cybernetics in Chicago. There are some surprise appearances at the end of this issue but they do make sense when you consider the evidence that Hawkeye brings to the search. Next issue should have some wahoo fun.

Detective Comics #948 - James Tynion IV & Marguerite Bennett (writers) Ben Oliver (art) Marilyn Patrizio (letters). Batwoman Begins part one. This is a good primer to read before Kate's own book hits the racks next month. I hope DC doesn't screw it up again.

Dr. Strange/The Punisher: Magic Bullets #2 - John Barber (writer) Jason Muhr (storyboards) Andrea Broccardo & Dominike "Domo" Stanton (art) Andres Mossa (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). I like Stephen and Frank and thought that the two of them teaming up would be fun but this story is turning into an unbelievable magical mystery tour with bad art. Shoot me now.

Hal Jordan and the Green Lantern Corps #12 - Robert Venditti (writer) Ethan Van Sciver (art) Jason Wright (colours) Dave Sharpe (letters). Green and Yellow Lantern Corps combine to crush the Orange Corp. Larfleeze even helps. Ethan draws the best aliens.

Jessica Jones #4 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Michael Gaydos (art) Matt Hollingsworth (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). The meeting with Captain Marvel explains a lot and made me decide to stick with this. I really hope Luke and Jessica's marriage doesn't suffer from what Jess has to do.

Totally Awesome Hulk #14 - Greg Pak (writer) German Peralta (art) Jay David Ramos & Dono Sanchez Almara (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). The two part team up with Jeremy Lin ends, thank Thor. This one is great for the kiddies but I found it to be a bit silly.

Ms. Marvel #14 - G. Willow Wilson (writer) Takeshi Miyazawa (art) Ian Herring (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). The World of Battlecraft fight to start off this issue was fun. Now that Bruno's gone (I miss him), Kamala has to figure out stuff on her own. Someone is stalking her but we don't know if he's good or evil. I'm guessing evil since he looks like the Green Goblin.

Spider-Man/Deadpool #13 - Joe Kelly (writer) Ed McGuinness (pencils) Mark Morales, John Dell & Ed McGuinness (inks) Jason Keith (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). It's an adventure in Weirdworld as the two heroes recover from their fight with Itsy Bitsy. I really like Joe's version of Wade with the soupcon of humanity.

Guardians of the Galaxy #16 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Valerio Schiti (art) Richard Isanove (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). This issue is one long poem featuring everyone's favourite sentient one phrase tree. He is Groot. Some of the verses made my brain cringe however. I hope this isn't the last issue that Brian writes because I would hate to see his run end on a dissatisfying note.

Justice League vs. Suicide Squad #4 - Joshua Williamson (writer) Fernando Pasarin (pencils) Matt Ryan (inks) Alex Sinclair with Jeremiah Skipper (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). Max Lord and his team of super villains break into Belle Reve Penitentiary to get the thing that he needs to take over the world. We haven't seen this artefact since that special cover from 1992. I wish I can remember how they beat that bad guy 25 years ago then I wouldn't have to read the last 2 issues of this mini.

Inhumans vs. X-Men 2 - Jeff Lemire & Charles Soule (writers) Leinil Francis Yu (pencils) Gerry Alanguilan (inks) David Curiel (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). This war of the genetically enhanced seems to be contrived given what the Mutants' objective is in attacking Attilan, the home of the Inhumans. They couldn't just ask? I'm reading this because I love Leinil's art and it's still pretty exciting. Plus you never know what shocking "deaths" will claim the life of some characters.

Mighty Thor #15 - Jason Aaron (writer) Russell Dauterman (art) Matthew Wilson (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). The Asgard/Shi'Ar War starts here. Don't know why the Shi'Ar are all up in arms but I'm sure we'll find out. Russell is back drawing the whole issue and that makes me very happy. Judging from the cover the Unworthy Thor could be involved and that makes me excited.

Spider-Man #12 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Sara Pichelli (art) Gaetano Carlucci (inking assist) Justin Ponsor (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). It's interdimensional adventure time. Miles goes to another dimension to rescue his dad. There he meets Spider-Gwen as depicted on the cover. The kissy face must come later because this issue is all set up. This story crosses over with Spider-Gwen #16 and I like Miles so much that I will actually read that issue to see what happens next.

All-New Wolverine #16 - Tom Taylor (writer) Nik Virella (art) Michael Garland (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Laura's current predicament in Madripoor seems simple and boring until you get to the last page and BOOM, someone comes out of left field. Things just got less boring.

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missamyrisa2 · 1 year

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uhm- what about someone who has a really twordish tummy and twordish feet but is also super shy and can’t really say it/admit they enjoy it? 👉🏻👈🏻

Don't worry your cute little ticklish head ~ I'll say all the tickly words for you ~ I'm always gentle and understanding and I'm going to coax your lovely sensations out while you giggle and blush so sweetly for me ~ I do believe you'll get to enjoy all these tickly feelings while I play with you. Why, I could tie you to a chair and play with those feet and belly but I think we can just relax on my heart-shaped soft bed ~

I'm going to start by covering your wriggly shy body in fluff. I have a beautiful variety of blankets to layer over you, and all those soft trembly fibers will feel so lovely on your arms and chest and belly and hips~ I'm gonna wrap you up in tickly love ~<3 Once I have you layered and snug, I'll sit at the end of the bed and prop those adorable feetsies in my lap. What did you say these were? T-wordish? Awwe how cuuuute~ Maybe they're ummmh ~ ticklish? Tickly ticklish? Maybe they are when I draw my fingertips up your sole and explore under each toe. Is this ticklish? Do you have tickly tickly tickles? Ticky ticky tickly ticklish foot~ How about with one finger? One finger tickles~ I'll draw that fingertip down and around the curve, right to your heel ~ oooh, ticklish heel! Back up the wrinkly sole and snuggly snuggly tickles under your toes. Ticky ticky toesies. Ticklish toes~

Let's try some lovey tickles. You don't know what lovey tickles are? That's where Amy really shows how much she loves her ticklish ticklish doll ~ See, I have these soft soft lips and pearly teeth and they work sooo well together. Let me show you ~ I just glide my lips up your toes, all that soft affection, and then mmmh ~ a gentle grazing of my teeth on the soft pad. Oooh, it's soo tickly, isn't it? Ticklish ticklish ticklish ~ And now we muuuah muah muah tickly tickly kiss riight on that big toe. And muuah on the next toe and muuah the next and muuuuuah big soft kissies for those cute little toes. Cute ticklisssh toes huh?

Aww, look at your belly~! all ticklish and bouncy under those fluffy blankies~ Let's give that ticklish tum the works~ I'll just hold you gentle and let my thumbs do their thing on your sides, little tickle circle here and a little tickle circle theree yes, laugh it out ticklish doll. You're my little ticklish doll and I'm tickling you, oh yes I am. Tickle tickle tickle! And nowww the raspberries~ Mmmppphhzzt! Such a silly sound and sensation, no? Tickly tickly raspberries on this ticklish ticklish tum ~ mmphhhzt! Muuah muah. Raspberries and kissies, what could be a better ticklish pair? Don't worry, I'm catching all those giggles with my thumbs. Tickles on the way in, tickles on the way out. The dao of tickling.

And guess what? Now you get both tickles. You're so cute I just can't help it ~ I'm gonna climb over your feet and tickle those toes with my nails and lips while my feet take turns poking your trembly ticklish belly ~ yess, that's my toesie in your navel ~ ticklish navel ~ I'll bet you won't be able to not laugh ~ you're too ticklish and too perfect~ maybe by the end of the night you can tell me all about your tickles tickles tickles ~<3

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missamyrisa2 · 1 year

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Hi miss Amy😊, im long time reader bit this is my first time asking for something😅. I love your teasing SOOOO MUCH that i just cant resist so im blushing all over hahaha. So i just want to ask you if you can TICKLE and TEASE me sooo much, like you never stop tickling and teasing me😳. I would like if you got long black nails, and tickle me only with your fingers😅. My sweet spots are ribs, sides and stomach😁. Btw i got fetish on tickling because of you🙄😳🖤🖤

Oooh~ sweet one~ did I really give you a tickle fetish? My gosh, I am ever sooo flattered by that. And it makes me want to tickle you more~<3

I'm going to positively overwhelm you with sensation. You can giggle and blush all you like. It's still going to tickle. I love when you squirm like that, all helpless like you're a lil bug on my web ~ and you sort of are ~ because my long dark nails are going to just eat all that ticklish skin up ~ How perfect for you to be all wrapped like that with colorful scarves on your arms and legs, a big sweet colorful cocoon just opened on your midsection all for me. Why, I haven't even touched you yet and your belly is so twitchy and bouncy~! What if I just bloooow like this ~ little muah breeezes on that soft sweet tum ~

Whooop~ here come my nails, they're gonna get youuu~ whooopps nope~ nope nope~ missed your belly. Oooh they're just flying around, what's gonna happen? What's gonna happen? Are you ticklish? Ooooo so close that time, right over your sidessss ~ annnnnd nope nope nopee~ but yes yes yes yesssss tickle tickle tickle~ wiggly nails all for these cute sideeess and your belllly and your riiiibs~ how many cute ticklish ribbies do you have my ticklish lil babeh~ are you my ticklish baby? Ticklish babe? Mmmh? Is that your name? Come on, speak up ~ how does it make you feel when I tickle you? Do you like my nice long nails? How often do you think about having a wiggly tickly nail in your bellybutton? Does this tickle? My nail right in your navel~ yes, your cute twitchy button ~ I think we have to probe all the way down oh yes we doooo~

Why yes that's my soft hair on you now ~ I just needed to snuggle up a bit~ do you like my outfit? How about feeling my soft outfit on your ticklish sensitive body? Mmmhmm~ Uh-huh~ Aww, so sweeet. Here's some kissies for your cute cheeks and neck~ muuuah muah muah muahhhh~<3

Awwww my sweet tickle pet, you're so blushy! Are you my blushy baby baby? How pink can we make those cheeks? As pink as your pink tummy? Did my nails do that? How does it feel? On a scale from one to ten, how much does it tickle when I strum your ribbies like sooo and pinch your sides like soo~ Mmmh? Yeah? No? Tickle tickle? How about coochie coo? Or maybe goochie goochie goo? Which makes you giggle more? Let's test it out ~ Come on now, don't be silly and laugh at this experiment, this is for the science. Dark nails fluttering, and smiles over my baby, and we gooo coochie coochie coooo~ mmmhmm yeah! and now we goochie goochie gooo~ ahh yes, I'm gonna kitchie koo youuu! Kitchie kitchie koooOoo. You can't escape this precious, you're gonna writhe and squirm alllll sweetly and my nails can dance on this lovely belly until we get all those giggles out~<3

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You’re always so sweet in these posts even as you tickle someone to a frenzy. It’s adorable, but I have to wonder: as a prompt, what if you were a little more sadistic? What would a poor boy have to hear and deal with if you were feeling mean ;)

Sooo ~ me being sadistic is me amplifying my sweetness as my tickles become more devious. If you were a wicked boy needing to be completely overwhelmed, I would certainly be backing you against a wall, wiggling my fingers and pursing my lips ~ I would grasp you lovingly and firmly by your side, my thumb rubbing up and down gently as my purple lips come in to kiss at your cheek, muahing down to your neck. You know I have tickly intent and you want to break away, but that loving rub on your side and kisses planting down your sensitive neck are irresistible. I start whispering about how I'm going to make you feel so good as my hands start gliding and caressing up your chest, still nibbling and brushing my lips on your collar and neck while I push you backwards towards my fluffy bed. I remind you that you don't have to let me tickle you. Why, I even have my tickle spots open in this little cropped top. But if you tickle me, if you try to get away you won't get any more kisses or rubbies. Yes, rubbies on your cute nipples when my hands slip up under your shirt. Sweet adorable boy. Doesn't that feel nice? And yes, massages on that royal rod too. Don't think I don't see that little swell in your pants. My thumbs rubbing so lovingly in little circles on your button and prince part. You don't have to let me tickle you. But I think you want to, I think you want to let me wreck you. And I think you're going to strip out of these silly clothes for me right now. My fingers will follow every bit of exposed skin as it appears, gliding lightly on your waist, up your ribs chasing the moving cloth. Come on, get those pants down as I brush my lips and lightly suckle on your chest buttons and wiggle my fingers on your thighs as they appear. Maybe you need a lil makeover? Those undies are cute but I have an even better pair for you, this lacy purpley set of briefs with a little silky sleeve for your prince part. You don't have to, but I'll make your sweetly swelling cock feel so nice if you wear these for me. It'll be so cute! There we go, get changed for Amy while these tickly fingers explore your sides and underarms and kissy lips muah in your ears. Awwe so sexy. My little tickle doll toy. Now that your royal area is properly ensilkened, let's get to those regal teases. By the way, you can tickle my tummy or my thighs in these little shorts. But I don't know if you'll be able to when you're trembling so much. Does it feel good? Do you like that? My fingers on this little silk material hugging your swollen part so tightly? Yeah? How about this? Oh, that's just what they call a schoolgirl pin. You see, your arms are nice and held under my legs and your legs are perfectly unable to do anything while my hands can wander around your body like so ~ and you can just look up at my snickering self with my bouncy ticklish tummy totally out of your reach. You think you're tickled, let's see you get completely exhausted. You can struggle all you like. You're in my world now, giggle bug. I'm going to squeeze these sides until you can't take it, until your voice is nothing but adorable little squeaks. Then I'm going to spider your belly, giggling down at you as your struggle to escape becomes more and more futile. Kick those legs now, work out all that awful ticklish energy for me. Look at how your hands flail so uselessly~ silly sugarbun. Give me all those sweet laughs. Let's see how you buck when I rub a hip and tickle under your arm too. That's a nice diagnol sensation my tickle diamond.

Awwe, already so worn out? Too bad, because I'm not done with you. Let's hear those high pitched squeals now, I'm just gonna tickle that neck until you're so pink in the face. You sound like a little balloon! Are you my lil giggle balloon? My helium giggler? Maybe I should pop you? Ohh yes, i have a perfect little shiny purple vibey bullet for your cute prince part. Buzzy buzzy on that silky silk. Does that feel nice and tickly? All that material hugging and trembling on your poor ticklish cock? Ticklish cock? Awww. I'm gonna make you feel so good my dear. You love these tickles. I think you need to say it, yes tell me how much you love Amy tickles ~ and yes, you want me to keep making you feel so giggly and good. Why, I can barely understand you ~ Oooh? Ooh are you gonna? Yeah? Well, are you gonna cum now? Sorry sweetie, you're not gigglegasming yet. But I'll put the vibe right here next to you so you can see it tremble with what would be pushing you over the edge, and we're back to tickles. Oh yes, feather dusters on your ears. You're only going to hear swishy tickles now while you come down from that awful arousal. Don't worry sweetie pie, the silk will caress your penis the whole way down. It's all downhill from here. Squirm all you like, you just can't get away ~ you can't get away from me. And you don't want to either, because oooh was that my finger on your undies? Sorry that's all you're getting for now. Back to feathers. There we go, all nice and come down. So how about going up that hill again? Do you know how a makeup brush feels through the silky sleeve? No? Let's find out. This is for the science now. See, I'm pretty sure you'll feel every little fiber of this girly girly brush when I work it up and down the shape of your naughty part. Does that tickle? Are you royally ticklish? My ticklish little prince? Such a naughty thing, making such a show from some tickles.

And we're back to tickles. Nope, you can't cum yet ~ naughty boys don't get to gigglegasm so easily. Nuh-uh. But you're so pretty and sweet. That's why you get tickles. How does the makeup brush feel on your buttons? Getting a little blushy? Yes, only the best for my little prince. You're so lovely, that's why I tickle and tease you. Such an exquisite toy who loves to be played with. Yeah you just want a little playtime my pretty handsome doll ~ Let's put the pin away for now, take the pin out of these tickles. Ooh, you don't want to get up? I can't blame you what with my finger just tracing the waistline of the undies now. One finger tickle? One finger tickle ~ back and forth. Every lovely detail of that lace is touched and adored. Muah muah. Lip prints on your neck and cheek. That's my magic finger on your silky prison now, up and down barely touching, wiggling just out of range but grazing occasionaly for you to watch. Oooh a little dew of precum? Naughty thing. Now you're sitting up. Come on bad prince, it's the only way you'll learn. I'm gonna hold you tight as you sit up and we're going to watch together as your naughty arousal goes back down away from the edge. Holding your side tight, you can feel my outfit touching your skin, the cool of my flower shaped belt buckle pressing to you, reminding you of my proximity. The scent and softness of my hair grazing your form just as the sultry sweetness of my voice twirls in your ears. You're so tickled. I barely have to do anything and you tremble and squirm in my arms. Oooh, you're barely coming down from that arousal. Are you so turned on by such little tickles? You really are my naughty prince. Yes, that's my finger again. No, you're not getting the vibe. You're not getting the brush. And definitely not the wand. My dear, you're getting the finger and only the finger. You're going to watch as my fingertip just lightly touches that death spot and I tickle your tummy n sides with my other hand. And we're going to giggle through this together until you have the softest ticklegasm in those undies for me~<3

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