#and i love how you make a little story about how they're investigating the blankets with such serious care!!

[uchihagods]

for your requests!! could you do one with obito for the prompts 103, 94, and 33 where him and reader are in a public situation (ofc), like let's say they're in a shared room in an airbnb or something on a trip with friends, obito had been whispering to reader, teasing her of all the things he wants to do,,, but they have to be quiet cause everyone else around is sleeping,, (doesn't have to be exactly that but something along those lines) thank you💕

TRIP TO HEAVEN, U. OBITO/FEMALE READER. | MODERN AU, SMUTTY PROMPTS SCENARIOS EVENT.

synopsis: after some deep thought, you and your closest friends (and, of course, your beautiful boyfriend) decided to camp in the woods for your upcoming birthday since it was something you always wanted to try for years now; what you didn’t expect at all, was the filthy things the dark-haired was planning to do with you during your first night…

-> #103/94/33: “Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.”; Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans.; “Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”

warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, teasing, best friends to lovers, established relationship, missionary, oral sex (fem!receiving), face-riding, daddy kink, caught in the act.

beta’d by: @rookie98writes <33 !!

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IMPORTANT!… please, feel free to ignore if any of these topics trigger you; read at your own risk!

the stars, as if they were aware of the approaching important date, were shining beautifully in the dark sky of tonight’s view. you were cuddled up with your handsome boyfriend, whose eyes were also enjoying the show above you, seated on one of the logs around the warmth the bonfire was emitting and all wrapped up with a thick blanket your mother told you to bring with you just in case.

as you nuzzled your face into obito’s neck in search of his natural scent, the thought of your birthday being in a few hours made you kick your feet mentally due to the excitement. it was perfect, honestly; your closest friends laughing loudly at asuma’s story about the horrible first time he met kakashi and how he hated him for it while rin and guy prepared little snacks for everyone to eat before the six pizza boxes you brought for dinner.

all of you were going to wait until midnight to celebrate your special day first thing. then, they were going to give you the tasty cake kurenai baked for you last night, and finally, you’d go to sleep in your respective tents. since kurenai didn’t want to leave rin alone, she offered to share one with the brunette girl; leaving asuma, kakashi and guy together, and, needless to say, you and obito alone in another tent.

“i love you so much, y/n… you’re aware of that, aren’t you?” the dark-haired whispered against your reddened cheek, nuzzling the tip of his nose on the skin there. “my pretty girlfriend.”

“i love you too, ‘bito… mhm!” you gasped, feeling embarrassed about the high-pitched noise that had left your mouth the moment obito decided to start peppering wet kisses along the extension of your neck; doing it just the way he knew would drive you absolutely crazy, almost attempting to reach something you didn’t quite comprehend right now. “baby, please…”

“what is it, my love?” he asked innocently, grinning all high and mighty as if he wasn’t squeezing the flesh of your waist with unspoken wanton. your friends were not that far from where you were having trouble to not give in at his obvious intentions. after all, you were still impressed of how much this man liked to show public affection; fortunately, the flowery blanket around you both were preventing the prying eyes from investigating further details about your ‘cuddling session’. “you shouldn’t have dressed in such a tempting little dress unless you wanted me to fuck you in front of our friends on this very log.” obito stated hotly, his knuckles brushing the smooth skin of your bare thighs.

you caught his wandering hand between yours before it could make it to your clothed core. shaking his head no he simply clarified; —“do not worry, princess. the one begging me for my cock at the end of the night, it’ll be you.” he placed one last kiss on your somehow sweaty neck and headed towards your group of friends without looking back at your trembling figure…

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“here,” rin offered you a very hot and tasty s’more sandwich she just finished preparing, smiling tenderly and taking a seat on the log. “is something the matter? you seem distracted.” the brown-haired followed your gaze towards obito, who was laughing loudly next to asuma and with a bottle of beer in his hand. “did you two have a fight?”

“w-what? no, not at all!” she broke you out of your reverie, making you realize the amount of time you must’ve been lost in your own fantasies.

rin didn’t answer. instead, she kept looking at you with knowing eyes and slightly blushed cheeks. “uhm, why don’t you go there? kurenai and i are heading to the convenience store real quick.” at your furrowed eyebrows she added; “we ran out of marshmallows. guy couldn’t resist eating some of them while we were preparing the s’mores, and asuma wanted more, so…”

“oh! sure, sure.” you stood up slowly, caring not to drop the blanket around your shoulders as to prevent the cold breeze to brush your warm skin uncomfortably. “i’ll go with the boys, then.”

“great! we’re leaving now, it won’t take long!” rin stated sweetly, not entering kurenai’s car until you were with them.

“hey, pretty.” obito greeted you again, patting his thighs for you to sit on and leaving the bottle on the grass. “we were talking about the first time you’d rejected me, actually.”

you tilted your head to the side, confused. “and why’s that?” you accommodated yourself on your boyfriend’s lap comfortably once your blanket was nicely folded next to you.

he shrugged. “you know, just telling them the way you used to say the ‘we’re best friends and that’s all’ shit but now you’re bouncing on my cock almost every night.”

“obito!” your face was turning red at his unexpected words, not that you weren’t used to his bluntness, but you didn’t even dare to look your friends in the eyes. you felt a pair of hands stabilizing your playful hips; it wasn’t fast enough to hide his growing erection inside his gray joggers. “i’m sorry, guys…”

“it’s okay, really.” asuma blurted out, “that was probably the most innocent comment i’ve heard from him.”

“are you done provoking me, birthday girl?” obito whispered against the shell of your ear, ignoring kakashi’s rambling in the background. “i bet that sweet pussy of yours is dripping wet just for me to enjoy, hm?”

instinctively, your legs spread wider along with your hips swaying back and forth on his clothed hardness. “please…”

“beg and maybe i’ll think about it.” he murmured not so discreetly.

“fuck, obi.” the fact that you were surrounded by your intimate friends were long forgotten in your mind, replaced with the thought of your boyfriend’s huge member abusing your tight yet wet core. “i-i’m begging you, please.”

“you’ll have to be more specific about what you’re asking over there, sweetheart.” he pressed you more against his hot body.

“i need your tongue taking care of my pussy, please.” you angled your face up and to the side for your lips to find his rapidly, initiating a long kiss while your hand cupped his cheeks.

the position you were currently in wasn’t the most comfortable one but you couldn’t care less when you had obito’s skilled tongue trying to get into your mouth; you accepted it, of course. you greeted his wet muscle eagerly. a curious hand reached for your mound to knead at it while the other one slipped under your dress to caress the piece of fabric separating your cunt from his fingers.

“get a room you two!” kakashi’s bored eyes were locked on what could be seen of your lower half. “obito, i’m being serious.” he interrupted when your pussy lips were barely visible due to your panties placed to the side, obito’s fingers spreading them apart, some of your wetness pooling into your underwear.

you tried to close your legs the moment you realized where you were, being stopped by his hands immediately. “don’t be shy, show them how prepared you are for my cock.”

you couldn’t let your boyfriend fuck you in front of them despite his evident desire to do exactly that, it wasn’t what you wanted right now. “i could do that…” you started, “or… i can ride your face in our comfy tent.” you knew damn well he couldn’t reject the latter offer even though having guests around sounded just as tempting to his ears.

pinching your clit playfully, he grinned; “what a smart little thing you are…” he gave a slap to your aching core. “let’s go, then.” as you both walked towards your shared tent holding hands, you turned your head back to where your friends were to articulate a soft ‘sorry’ with your lips, who dismissed you calmly and gestured you to have fun.

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“look at you, coming undone before i’ve even started touching you.” obito praised you, mesmerized from under you by your dripping white release. your thighs were at each side of his head, your sweet hole almost brushing his parted lips, with his arms enclosing them to keep you in place. “do you want me this much, my love?”

“i do, ‘bito.” you nodded, pulling your wetness closer teasingly. “shit, shit!” you panted when his tongue reached your core.

“delicious…” he squeezed your thighs, encouraging you to lean towards his mouth to continue his ministrations. the dark-haired began to lap at your pussy furiously once you seated on his face, causing your body to tremble and search for more by each grind of it.

he greeted your swollen clit tenderly, sucking the bud between his lips multiple times and grunting when your tiny fingers gripped his black strands as to keep him steady while you were using him for your own pleasure; your hips moving at a rapid pace with each passing second.

“my! fuck, obito!” you were dragged forward ‘till your dripping hole was above his eager tongue; he tasted your entrance, the tip of his muscle moving in and out repeatedly, creating a steady rhythm with each lick.

he couldn’t deny it, his favorite part was the beautiful sounds he could make from your body. if he could, he would record them to later listen to them at night before going to sleep; the perfect lullaby for him.

lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t even notice you already came very hard on his tongue, he still had this marvelous grip around your trembling thighs that prevented you from moving away. “h-honey!” you complained, feeling the overstimulation running through your veins and the butterflies going wild inside your tummy. “too much, mhm!” your attempts to separate your core from his mouth were in vain, obito kept latched at it to life.

you were thrown on your back in a blink of an eye, your boyfriend’s shaft was now between your pussy lips coated with his saliva, teasing your hungry entrance; he wrapped your legs around his waist before thrusting into you harshly. “perfect pussy…” he slammed his bulbous head into the spot that made you see stars in a matter of of seconds.

the sounds of skin slapping together filled the light fabric of your shared tent, you could swear your thighs were currently full of bruises due to obito’s hard grip on them; you didn’t mind.

the squelching melody composed by his huge cock abusing your wet cunt was the only thing in your minds, that much that neither of you had heard your tent being unzipped. “y/n! time for din-… oh, my god!”

“magnificent…” the dark-haired complained without stopping the movements of his hips, not in the mood to face a now traumatized kurenai who just caught one of her best friends being fucked stupid; and who also shouldn’t opened your tent in the first place. “don’t mean to be rude but we’re kinda busy over here, you know?” he moaned at the sudden tightness around his member.

“i-i’m sorry, kurenai!” you apologized aloud the moment she left the place with an embarrassed expression written on her face. the red-eyed girl zipped your tent once again and laughed with asuma when he told her something like; ‘there’s one rule when it comes to these two for a reason, baby.’

“do not apologize for enjoying yourself on my cock, am i being clear?” obito’s eyebrows were furrowed in the way they did when he was mad at you for behaving badly.

“yes, daddy.” you used the term you knew he was looking forward to, sobbing loudly at its effect in the form of increasing his pace considerably.

“tight, little and perfect hole. you’ve got everything, don’t you?” you whispered praises against the other’s lips, which were met with soft whimpers and moans. “whose pussy is this, hm?”

“yours!” at this rate, your second release wouldn’t last long to explode. “only yours!”

“say that again.” his hips bucked upwards purposely.

“your pussy!”

“that’s right, baby.” he emptied himself inside you, coating your walls with his hot cum, which triggered your own high and caused your core to tighten around his spurting shaft.

your breaths were fast while your movements relented momentarily ‘till you both were only warming the other one up. “i love feeling your dick soften…”

“never would’ve imagined…” obito joked smugly, peppering kisses along your face and finishing with a sweet peck on your abused lips.

“happy birthday, y/n!” your friends screamed outside your tent, making you laugh in each other’s mouths.

“cake’s ready…” rin hummed, offering the most convincing sentence she could think of.

“happy birthday, sweetheart.”

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#kha’s.events #obito x reader #obito x y/n #obito x you #obito smut #naruto fanfiction #naruto x reader #naruto headcanons #naruto smut

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Could I pls request a lil story in which Kyo is jealous of reader for the first time ever? You can decide if they're together or friends crushing on each other, he just is very unfamiliar with feelings like jealousy so I'm interested to see how you would interpret it 🥺

a/n: since i've been a lil slow at writing lately between my work shifts and dentist appointments (which i've had many of), i'mma do this one in a bulletpoint format for ease! in any case, enjoy!

also i was a little unsure if you wanted him to be jealous of (like maybe y/n excelled in something that he didn't or smth), or like jealous of someone else (since you know, feelings). so, i went ahead and wrote this from the perspective of him being jealous of someone else lol

-x-x-x-

truthfully, kyojuro had no idea what it meant to feel jealous

if someone held talent he would not feel jealousy or envy, but awe and would shower them with praise and encouragement so they could continue to hone their skills to the best of their ability

and he most certainly hadn't felt jealous romantically, since he had sectioned romance off of his list of things he should care about

it wasn't that he didn't care for people, he did- but he felt like being a warrior, more so a leader, in a line of work that threatened lives day after day left no room for love

he never really thought about it, no reason to- but then for some reason it just started happening

thinking love was something not within his reach- he was shaken when he started feeling... something towards a fellow demon slayer

he didn't define it as attraction at first because he hadn't felt like that for someone else before- even if he was entering his twenties. he wouldn't even say he'd had a puppy crush before simply because he devoted his entire life to training and being a warrior

there was simply no time

so when he met you and witnessed your skills first hand when you were assigned to work with him on a mission- he was thrown off when his first thought was how attractive you were

that was immediately followed up by a very stern mental scolding to himself, by himself

it wasn't wrong to see people as attractive by any means, but since it was so foreign for him to think so, it was instinctive of himself to reprimand his train of thought

that doesn't mean he didn't continue to think that you were wonderful to look at though

in combat you were graceful, even if you slipped up or were bloody and beaten, he looked at you in awe for your strength and how well you carried yourself

he wondered if maybe it was your pride that was shining through that attracted him. and if it was, that made him a little less harsh on himself when it came to his glances

when he was away, or not working with you, he would find himself wondering about you- thinking if you were out on a job or resting in an estate. were you healthy and safe? or were you in the midst of investigation or battle?

the thoughts he figured would dwindle over time did nothing but the reverse and grew. it felt like you were covering his brain in a thick blanket- and it took a ridiculous amount of self-reflection of his part to admit to himself that perhaps just this one time-

he had a little crush on someone

and boy did that snowball

by the time you and kyojuro had formed a proper friendship and bond, he was thankful that he could be open with you and you with him

he easily considered you his closest friend and comrade and trusted you with his life

when he understood his feelings towards you, he thought that would be the last foreign emotion he had locked away in his heart he'd ever experience, but he was incorrect

for some reason, one day when he saw you standing just too close to another man- one surely not in the corps with how he was dressed and how he handled himself in your presence- he felt angry?

anger didn't quiet define what he was feeling- but he did know that it wasn't pleasant

it made him itch, want to pace back and forth, go and make up some excuse to pull you away and have you back next to him

he was fearful that the way he felt towards you wasn't just some simple 'crush' anymore

thankfully, the setting sun was enough of a push to make his feet carry him towards you and the stranger

"y/n!" he calls, coming up to you standing just a hair closer to you than usual and smiling but only keep his attention towards you- not hardly acknowledging the stranger

"the sun will be setting soon and our job must start"

he watched as you looked towards the sky, craning your neck up to indeed see the coloring sky that's only waiting to be covered by a deep blue

"youre right!" and as you bow and politely excuse yourself from the stranger who's taken up your time- the stranger tries to intervene

they were most likely attempting to make a grab for your arm, stopping you briefly to make arrangements to meet again or something of the like

but they didn't make it contact since kyojuro was much quicker on his feet

stepping quickly behind your shoulder, he stood as a barrier separating the stranger from you. he moved so quickly in fact that the outstretched strangers hand bumped against kyojuro's waist instead of you

"you'd do well to remember that you may not touch other's without their permission" he bit to the stranger, and you swore you saw him glaring at them. or maybe it just seemed that way because it was rare when kyojuro stopped smiling

the stranger was stunned silent and frankly with the look they were getting from the flame hashira they didn't have the nerve to attempt anything further so with a click of the tongue they left in a huff

as he watched them get further away and disappear into the crowd, he heard you sigh in what seemed like relief and so he looked back to you

his breath almost left when you smiled at him

"thank you for that, honestly if he wouldn't have left me be i probably would have lashed out at him."

"i didn't realize he were so bothersome," kyojuro answered honestly- but decided to leave out the part where he only shooed the stranger away because it made his gut churn. "please come to me if someone ever approaches you unannounced again."

"i'll definitely keep that in mind."

with you away from the stranger and back next to kyojuro where he always wanted you to stay- he felt the rolling in the pit of his stomach simmer and disappear

it was only later one when the mission you both had been sent out on was completed and you were being sent out to another job separate form him did he realize that maybe- just maybe

he was jealous the entire time and instead of just being a 'crush' he was actually so in love with you

#no this isnt a drill- ive actually written something #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku #rengoku scenarios #rengoku x reader #rengoku scenario #rengoku x y/n #rengoku fluff #jealous rengoku

[restinpeacesensei]

#boueibu #akoya gero #arima ibushi #kusatsu kinshirou #kinshiro kusatsu #kittykoya #my art #my comic #talisman975 AGVHSFGD THANK YOU FOR WANTING THIS TO BE A TV SHOW!!!! >/////< im suuper honored you would watch sc kitties being cute!!!!! #your kind words inspired me to finish this Kitty SC drawing as well ;;/////;; thank you soo much!! >////< i want to watch them tooo;;;;; #i would also love a tv show of nothing but sc kitties being cute afvgsfgd they'd be sooo cute animated!!! thank you for this idea omg!!! #they are always animated and running around in my heart;; ;;////;; #AND THANK YOU!!!! IM SO HONORED I KILLED YOU AGAIN WITH CUTENESS!!! BUT I THINK I SHOULD GIVE YOU A TREATMENT PLAN!!!! T////T #a little akoya angel arrives with love & medicine once a day just in case it happens again T////T #silvormoon THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SWEET COMMENTS!!! >/////< you noticed all the things i hoped people would notice afvgsg wahhhh!! #it made me so happy you said oh gosh this is cute ;;////;; it made me feel like they were really really cute and im happy!!! >/////< #i love how you noticed kinshirou's shy little poke!! ;;w;; i love how you described it that way!! it sounds so little and cute wahhh;; >///< #and i love how you make a little story about how they're investigating the blankets with such serious care!! #it sounds like they're approaching it with such careful and intrepid scientific curiosity! #there are risks but they Must know the answer. this could be a very important discovery!! #AND OMG HOW CUTE IS IT THAT YOU SAID THEY JUST FLOPPED DOWN ON THE FLOOR LIKE REAL KITTENS??? >////< they totally did I LOVE THIS!!!! #'everyone will have to walk around them' afvghsfgb that's SO CUTE wahhh thank you so much for saying this that's adorable!!!! >/////< #i love it so much;;; thank you so much for such soft words omg you make them sound sooo cute and precious!!! \;;/////;;/ #im so happy wahhhh;;; T/////T

[mehidktbh]

ok ok this idea has not left my mind in hours:

Bo and his afab s/o having sex for the first time (as in, sex with each other, but they're not virgins lol), and he is all considerate and making sure they're comfortable

but the s/o encourages him to, like... be rougher? like the really precise scenario (geez I'm getting flustered writing this even on anon lmao) is basically

when he actually goes to push in for the first time he's really gentle etc and doesn't wanna hurt them, but the s/o is like "just go for it, be rough" (then just check in to make sure they are sure and will say if it gets too much cause communication is sexy)

and basically they kinda get off on the initial pain and discomfort? and maybe even cum just from that alone?

sorry idk if this makes sense it's 9 pm and I'm just having major Sinclair brainrot rip

A/N: I LOVE THE IDEA OF BO BEING SOFT AND CONSIDERATE IN BED, AHHHHHHHH! 😆 I SMILED READING THAT!!! You can definitely see I went overboard with this, I was so caught up in the moment for this story. So sorry about that, still hope you love it tho :) (Also sorry if this is not ideal I felt as if I tried to make Bo soft but probably failed a little.)

Warning 18+: Includes sexual actives, Bo giving the reader oral, a little bit of edging, swearing, unprotected sex and the reader fainting

Bo's eyes opened sharply, he quickly observed the dark, quiet room. There was nothing in sight except pitch black the room was nothing to his eyes. He was sweating and hot, his pants felt tight and moist as the room became hotter as if someone was breathing right in front of him.

He couldn't remember much from last night as if we were hangover right now, but then again he's been drunk too many times to know that he wasn't hungover and that maybe he just had too much of good sleep and forget everything.

The last thing he remembered was you, you dragging him to the couch as you muttered something about how heavy he was. You tucked him into a blanket and said something before kissing his forehead and turning the lights off.

He slowly got up, with each movement something came to his hand, a tiny fragment more of the furniture and decorations felt weird as if he had never touched them before. He finally reached the wall feeling all along with it until he felt the same light switch that has always been there since he can remember, in a blink of an eye the living room lit up.

He looked down at his pants that have been moist every since he woke up, he thought the entire time he pissed himself but the second he touched the wet spot on his jeans it looked more like cum? Maybe it was precum he thought to himself as he whipped his hands along his shirt that stunk like he hasn't taken a shower in over a week, it remembered him of Lester through.

He brings his hand down to his pants again, rubbing against his erection gasping as he quickly leaned against the dining table. He was desperate and felt as if he was going burst any second, he didn't want to wake you through since you, since he hasn't done it yet with you yet. He had been patient and waited for you to make the first move but over time he couldn't help himself, every time he looked at you he felt as if he just wanted to bend you over and take you right then and there.

♡ ♡ ♡

You woke up to the sound of the door creaking open, the loud noise echoed through the room and house alerting you someone was there. You quickly shut your eyes trying to ignore the sound and thinking if it was the right idea to yell out for Bo. The second you were about to get up and investigate a hand touched your thigh that rested under the blankets, you shot up from the bed and was met with Bo standing there calmly.

"Did I scare ya', Darlin?'" He chuckled, as his thumb rubbed circles into your clothed thigh "Fuck, Bo" You whispered, "What time is it?" He stood there for a second trying to remember the time that he checked back when he was in the living room. "3ish?" You were surprised, why was Bo doing up so late "What are you doing up so late?" He stood there for a second, thinking if he wanted to tell the truth on how he felt right now or just lie instead.

"I just..." He quietly and quickly murmured out the last words as if he was embarrassed to say what he truly wanted and felt, "What?" "God, Y/N you really are pressuring me aren't ya'?" You were confused about what he was trying to say and what he was trying to get his point across, "I... want you" He said looking down as if he was embarrassed and never thought he'd have to say that before in his life.

He always had a way with the ladies, he would never really have to ask what he wanted, instead, he just got it most times. But this time you were really opening up something he thought he would never have to do before.

You didn't know what to say or do, sure you have had sex before but this was different, Bo was different and behind his charming and fake personality he puts on for the visitors, you thought he'd never ask you like this.

"I mean..." Bo quickly took that as a yes and he immediately crawled upon you and started to attack your neck, "Ahh~" You moaned out, Bo was already going ruff even if he just started, he continued to suck away at your neck leaving bruises for people to see. "Bo...please" You grabbed at his shoulders, maybe this was different than last time and maybe Bo would open you up to something more.

Bo's hand went under the blankets, his hand starting from your chest as it got lower and lower finally reaching your pants, he slipped his hands under your underwear touching your pussy. You moaned out and instantly coved your mouth "What if Vincent hears us?" You were concerned as to how Vincent could most definitely hear you guys if you were loud enough, and from the basement, you can definitely hear what's happening upstairs, only faintly through.

"Fuck him, tonight it's all abou' you," He said in between breaths, God Bo made it so hard not to go against him. He kissed you, he was sucking on your lower lip as he bit it slowly, you softened into the kiss. Everything felt like fireworks and nothing seemed real Bo was definitely experienced and had done this before, but not like this.

His fingers were now slowly pulling down your pants slowly and painfully, "Bo, hurry..." "I don't want to hurt you" He smirked, his face inches away from yours, his lip just nearly touching yours.

♡ ♡ ♡

Your clothes were thrown and tossed in the corner of the room with Bo's a long time ago, instead, Bo was now licking at your pussy almost going soft and slow for you. He knew that this was your first time with him and he didn't want to rush it or go overboard, instead, he went steadily and always stopped checking to see if you were okay.

You tightly closed your thighs around Bo's head, he was now in between your thighs licking and sucking away, you were so lost in your own though you completely forget about Vincent and how you didn't want to disrupt him. Bo stopped as he bring up his head to look at you, he could sense that you were so close to finishing yet he wanted to take a break which seemed to annoy you.

"Why did yo' stop?" Your breathing was hard and you tried to focus on what you just told Bo, "You seemed to need a break" He smirked, your legs were coved in cum and Bo's saliva. You tried to say something but all that came out was something Bo nor you could understand, "What was tha', darlin'?" His hands grabbed at your thighs his head now closer to your face.

He went in again for a kiss this time gently grinding himself, your stomach twisting in a knot. He couldn't stop attacking her lips as you continued to cry and moan everything you wanted was happening but not the feeling of Bo being inside you.

Bo finally pulled away, your breath caught in your throat as you held it in for what felt like forever. You let it out, you felt your whole self leaving with that one breath. Bo finally towered above you, his hands gripping at your hips he looked concerned but also smiling as you looked at him, you wondered why Bo looked concerned, sure maybe your face is weird or maybe you look like you were about to faint I mean you do feel very light-headed right now.

"Are you alrigh'?" He chuckles out, "You look paler than anythin'" You nod, you feel woozy but alright to continue, Bo grips your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, now he looked serious. "Bo, please I need you" You whimpered and squirmed under his position trying to at least create some friction. "Are you sure?" He asks, tilting his head "Yes, yes!" You couldn't bear this anymore Bo was being too nice and considerate and you were so desperate.

♡ ♡ ♡

You couldn't hold back your tears and cries as Bo thursts in and out of you, after what seemed like forever Bo finally entered you. Starting off slowly as he made his way up, you pleaded and cried as Bo bites and nips at your neck.

His body was now resting upon yours, your breasts were smushed under Bo's weight and his arms were placed on both sides on the bed, just near your head. "Fuckk" He breathed out, "Your so tight, Y/N" He couldn't help but speed up a little more almost knocking the wind out of his and your breath.

You gripped and held tightly onto Bo's back as if you were to let go he would disappear. Your body was now littered with bruises and marks that Bo was more than proud of, nothing was making sense to you all you could focus on was you and your boyfriends bodys.

"I'm gonna cum" That was the word you were looking to say all night as Bo instead went slow waiting for the massive build-up. "Just a littl' longer, Your doin' so good" He stroked your hair and slowly stroked your skin too, but you couldn't hold on much longer and you knew Bo couldn't either.

In one last thrust, you cried out as Bo grunted something out against your neck, you could feel the knot leaving your stomach and you coming back down to earth. Everything was coming back into your head as if it was piece by piece, "Oh God, fuck..." Bo slowly slid out of you as he looked down to see the mess he left behind.

Instead, you were speechless, tears stained your face and your mouth was opened. "Are you okay?" You felt as if that sentence was now stuck in your head from how many times Bo has said that, you look up at his now arched back and sweaty body.

You nodded despite not understanding what Bo said and instead you could feel white noise suddenly flood and replace Bo's voice, your eyes began to blur but not from the tears that marked the bedsheets but instead from all the overwhelmedness you just experienced.

Before blacking out the last night you saw was the sun making its way through the windows, reflecting Bo's sitting body on the wall. As he called out your name.

#bo sinclair x reader #slashers #bo sinclair #slasher #house of wax #horror #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x s/o #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair smut #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair x you

[urban-witch101]

(Byakuya Togami x Reader? That's how this idea started.) - Danganronpa 1 Ghost AU - "They Failed."

Oh it's as funky as it sounds. Just trust me on this one. Also, big fat Trigger Warning for assault, s3xual assault, murder, and angst.

Hope's Peak Academy is reportedly the most haunted high school in Japan. After the Most Tragic Incident the world had ever seen, the class of 78 was forced into a recorded killing game run by their fellow classmates Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba and failed to survive. The Future Foundation, after eventually beating Despair and restoring peace to the world, established the high school as a National Monument to the pain and suffering of the students and turned it into a museum recording the history.

There are too many stories of the passed students to count, some from construction workers and some from ghost hunters. These are their sightings.

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Yasuhiro Hagakure is reportedly the most active ghost, which makes sense as the Ultimate Clairvoyant.

He tends to greet visitors at the entrance.

If you drop your hat or gloves and don't notice, you'll find them by the coat rack later for you to find.

Children tend to see him the most, or they hear a whispered joke in their ear if they're particularly upset at any of the Despair history.

He doesn't tend to interact with adults a lot, but he's known to follow the descendants of all their relatives or friends to make sure they're okay.

10/10 ghost, very friendly and a chill dude. Makes sure kids are okay.

Toko Fukawa is rarely seen or heard, but if she's there you know.

She hangs out in the bathrooms with the most common sightings being in the mirrors.

She's often found playing with her braids or grimacing at guests if there are a lot of people.

The friendliest sighting was when a child got lost and found their way to the women's bathroom.

When the panicked mother finally found them, their child was calm and content while playing with a stuffed toy they know they didn't bring.

When the child was guided to leave, they turned and waved goodbye to the mirror.

8/10, antisocial but harmless.

Genocider Syo is extremely active.

She likes pulling pranks on tall, skinny men, like throwing their wallets across the room and pinching their elbows.

If said men are blonde with blue eyes, they will tend to feel watched whenever the enter the building and will continue to think so until they leave.

Children tend to be scared of her, but if she sees a scared child she'll tend to leave the room so they're more comfortable.

She likes knocking over stuff, books and coffee mugs in particular.

However, if the staff scold her she'll knock it off.

She never knocks over artifacts, but people have seen her scissors rattle in their case.

8/10, harmless prankster.

Leon Kuwata can be found in the First-Floor Dorms.

People report hearing guitar strings playing in the boys bathrooms.

If someone mentions baseball around his dorm, mirrors and glass will crack or straight up shatter.

Paranormal investigators once spent the night in his old room, but they "forgot" to take off their shoes and slept above the covers.

They woke up with a blanket that hadn't been in the room covering them and their shoes neatly placed by the side of the door.

That same investigator used a Spirit Box to try and talk to him about what happened in the school.

Of course their older generations saw what happened live, but they never spoke of it.

"Do you have anything you need to say?"

"I'm so sorry."

6/10, ow.

Hifumi Yamada can be found in the kiln room in the Art Studio.

People hear camera clicks, as if he's still taking pictures.

Pencils will roll when the floor is completely flat.

He likes messing with the kiln and knocking off the hammers.

He loves playing the flashlight game.

If anyone mentions Celestia Ludenburg, people swear the room falls into a heavy and tense silence.

When everyone leaves the kiln, they feel his conflicting pain.

Anger? Sadness? They don't know. He's still grieving.

6/10, more ow.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru is silent unless he needs to talk.

He only talks if you do something wrong.

He doesn't play any of the games.

If you run in the museum, people swear they hear a loud voice telling them to stop.

If the staff breaks the rules at all, they straight up get smacked in the shoulder.

Groups of friends, particularly men, feel very welcome in his dorm room.

They all leave after a friendly, invisible squeeze is given to them on the arm.

6/10, he'll never change.

Mondo Owada has one reported sighting.

When construction to restore the building was going on, there was an incident between a worker and a girl on the street one afternoon.

He took her behind the building and attempted to hurt her.

A man in a Crazy Diamond gang jacket, which it should be noted that it doesn't exist anyore, pulled him off and hit him with a pick axe.

After the assaulter was unconscious, her savior didn't say a word; he looked at the girl up and down, presumably checking her for injuries, and passed her a card with a phone number before nodding to her and walking off.

It was the local s3xual assault line, which had been established only two years prior.

After she called the number, she was never able to find the card again.

She didn't even put two and two together until she visited the finished museum and saw Mondo's picture.

No one has ever seen him since.

10/10, badass.

Sayaka Maizono is in one of the boy's bathrooms in the dorms.

Visitors report feeling unnerved or even scared when they enter the bathroom.

She will not interact with you.

She doesn't like playing any of the games. Do not turn on the spirit box in her bathroom, the shower glass will crack.

One investigator decided to spend the night in the bedroom and turned on the shower in the morning.

When they got out, there was a message written in the fog on the mirror.

"LEON."

1/10, no fucking thank you.

Aoi Asahina hangs around the pool room.

She's reportedly like Hiro.

She's been seen walking the halls everywhere.

Children love visiting the pool room. They tend to feel excited and safe.

At night you can hear the pool splashing when no one is inside.

She has one recorded incident.

A child brought a small bag of donut holes to snack on.

Said child began to complain that "the air" kept pulling the donut holes out of his hands.

So they ran an experiment.

They dropped one on purpose and watched it roll away towards the pool room. After that, they didn't feel anymore pulls.

Now it's a tradition to leave a donut for her on Obon by the pool room or her dorm room.

Staff report donuts pulling themselves apart to share. If staff take a half that is offered, the treats are always gone by the next morning.

9/10, a whole mood.

Chihiro Fujisaki is relatively quiet.

They can be found in the boy's locker rooms by the pool.

People will smell a slight perfume over the chlorine.

Muscular men in particular will feel an odd sense of guilt when entering.

There was a guest, who was a muscular man, who took out their phone to record the room and listened back to it to find bits and pieces of the audio were gone.

They took it to a friend who deciphered it into a message in Morse code.

"I forgive you."

9/10, holy ow.

Celestia Ludenburg is only active in the kitchen.

Investigators have put on a full pot of tea water with no heat on the stove.

If they leave and come back, they'll find the pot whistling with the heat still off. The water is always the perfect temperature.

She is never active at night.

She'll only use the spirit box on Obon, but you have to make her a cup of milk tea first.

She's very picky about it.

There was one who got it right on the first try.

"Well finally," the box picked up. "Have some."

She will share details only she would know.

"I don't want to be rude, but do you have any regrets?"

A moment of silence. The cup on the table left for her shakes for just a moment.

"I have too many."

6/10, talkative but be careful.

Kyoko Kirigiri has never talked, but you'll hear her.

Staff will hear her heels clicking in the halls at night.

She likes writing in people's notebooks.

Random strangers will enter with an empty pocketbook and leave with a full one.

She loves to write.

She tells her side of the story.

If the mirrors ever fog up, she's there scratching out letters and numbers.

She also turns on the coffee pot in the kitchen.

Intuitive teenagers tend to know when she's there because they feel safer in rooms that people normally aren't comfortable in.

She writes clues to all the murders that she was never able to solve.

She's not done yet. She's made it very clear that she is not at peace.

9/10, talkative and informative.

Sakura Ogami is said to be hanging around in the recreational room where she committed suicide.

Children feel safe in there, but they never play with the old equipment.

There is an unspoken rule among them that they all know and have never discussed as soon as they walk in.

Some thrill-seekers sit in her chair.

They report feeling their head throbbing and intense nausea, some even passing out from the pain.

They also report intense guilt.

One child sat in the seat without thinking about it and they reported being fine but feeling a little sad.

She plays the flashlight game with investigators, but only if they're nice.

One turned on a spirit box and gave her a cup of tea on Obon.

"Thank you."

8/10, don't sit in her fucking chair you dumbass.

Mukuro Ikusaba is heard rarely.

Like Mondo, she has one reported calling.

In the gym, late at night, you can hear a quiet sobbing.

Children will hear a crying girl in their head:

"I didn't want this."

3/10, how is this even more ow.

Junko Enoshima is heard in the execution room.

Staff used to think there were multiple ghosts in there, but it turns out it's just her.

She laughs, cries, and shrieks.

The story is that she killed herself with her own executions after succeeding in the killing game.

At night investigators play the flashlight game with her.

Every visitor is always unnerved by her.

There is an unspoken bitterness towards her.

She doesn't deserve her success.

0/10, scary bitch.

Makoto Naegi is seen everywhere.

The Ultimate Lucky Student loves telling his story.

He's seen in windows and mirrors with his hoodie and a warm smile.

He's always kind and welcoming.

People leave him popular snacks at his dorm room on Obon.

He never speaks, he just likes watching everyone learn about them.

If children ever get lost he leads them back to their parents.

They'll always tell their family about the "nice boy with brown hair" who takes their hand gently and leads them to safety.

He feels a duty to protect the staff. They never feel alone at night. He's always there to keep them safe.

The descendant of Komaru Naegi, who happened to be a paranormal investigator, once spent the night in his old dorm room.

She reported hearing quiet crying and sniffling that morning before she opened her eyes and was flooded with a sense of relief.

Oh thank god, she was okay.

10/10, heart of gold.

Byakuya Togami is seen in one room and one room only.

He is the only one that people regularly see in the flesh as a full figure.

He's sitting in the library, reading a murder mystery novel.

He has never acknowledged any of the guests, except for one.

A small child, a descendant of Togami's old butler, gently knocked on the table to get his attention and waved politely. They thought he was a staff member.

He looked up at them, gave a little wave back, and went back to his book.

When they turned away and looked back, he was gone.

Staff will see him walking back to his room when the museum is closing up.

He's snobby, sure, but he has his manners. He won't purposefully get in the way of the staff.

9/10, super chill.

???

There is an unknown ghost that has one known/recorded interaction.

One night a paranormal investigator spent the night exploring the building.

They walked in the library to see Togami with a book and a lamp on that was previously off.

They nodded at him politely and went to the bookshelves to "find a book". They turned on a spirit box and stayed quiet.

The library door opened and closed.

They hear a passing conversation.

"Hello love."

A kiss, presumably on the knuckles.

"How was today?"

"Tiring", says a voice. "Lot of cleaning. Did you get any visitors?"

A chuckle. "Too many. I think they can see me."

"Probably."

A pause.

"Togami?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think they'll ever figure out what really happened here?"

Hesitance. "For their sake, I hope not."

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[feirceangel]

Imagine | Skinwalker pt. 2 (Lost Boys)

Pt. 1

Imagine being a skin-walker and protecting the boys.

Word Count: 1351

~

You were dozing peacefully by the entrance to the boy's sleeping area when they arrived.

Michael, Sam, Edgar, and Allan.

Edgar and Allan enter first, making comments on the newly proclaimed 'Vampire Hotel' with wide eyes. Stakes in their hands, they seem ready for a fight.

In canine form, you observe them, gauging the threat they pose. The two comic shop workers dash up to the bed where Star lies asleep.

"Let's get her!"

Michael stumbles in with Sam, "No! Don't you touch her!"

"Fine, jeez, vampires have rotten tempers," Edgar quips before running to investigate the rest of the cave.

No one notices you.

Michael takes Laddie out of the cave and then comes back for Star.

By this time, you stand to your feet and let out a low growl. The younger boys look at you in fear and curse.

"Hellhound!" Sam shrieks as the Frog brothers grip their weapons tighter.

You growl again. Hellhound? Really? You're not some lowly hellhound, you are so much more.

"Stay back," Michael demands.

Flattening your ears, you bare your teeth in defiance. There's no way you'll take orders from the half-vampire who betrayed his newfound family.

You take a threatening step towards them. Allan throws a stake at you like a javelin but you sidestep it with ease.

They curse.

Internally chuckling, you bark sharply at them, making them squeal in fright.

You've seen these boys around when you walk by their shop on on the boardwalk. They act all tough, but they're just children.

Michael is about to make a move, but before he can, you transform in front of their eyes.

Bones pop and crackle as your body rearranges into the form of a woman.

Flabbergasted, the boys stare at you in shock. The younger three are in more shock, seeing as you are completely naked. This is their first time seeing a naked woman in real life.

"Holy-" Sam yells before Michael slams his hand over his younger brother's eyes. "Hey! Mike!"

You chuckle at Edgar and Allan's heated faces as they try to keep their eyes from wandering. Michael seems to be doing a better job than them and Sam finally wrenches from his brother's grasp.

"Hello," you say in a singsong manner, crossing your arms.

"Werewolf!" Sam exclaims.

You shake your head, "No, not a werewolf. I'm a skin-walker."

They stare at you blankly.

Laughing, you step towards them. They step back as you do so.

"Not very educated on your supernatural species, I see."

"Stay back," Michael demands again.

You roll your eyes, "Mikey, I don't think you're in any position to order me around."

"Last I checked, we have all the weapons," Edgar remarks in his gruff voice.

You sneer, "Those weapons don't work on me, boy."

They share a frightened look.

"I'm feeling generous today," you drawl, "So, I'll make you a deal."

"Deal?" Michael echoes sarcastically.

"Yes. Take Laddie, take Star, but leave my boys alone."

You never liked Star anyways: her priorities were never in line with the coven's and she would pick Michael over them anytime. Laddie was fine, but Star wouldn't leave without him and Laddie would never leave Star.

"We need to kill the head vampire to change back," Michael states.

"Yeah," Sam adds. "I can't live with a blood-sucking brother the rest of my life!"

A sly smile forms on your lips, "Kill the head then."

"You just said we couldn't hurt 'your' boys," Edgar accuses.

"Yes, I did."

They look confused.

Another sharp laugh from your mouth, "You probably think David is the head, don't you? Oh, how misguided you sweet little things are."

Edgar and Allan bristle at being called sweet and little.

"I'll make a pact with you: you leave my boys alone, and I'll tell you who the head vampire is."

"How can we trust you?"

You flash your teeth at the youngest Emerson child, "Look at it this way, I could just kill you all here and now."

His face pales and Michael growls at the threat.

"Make the deal, and you walk out of here. Stay, and the boys get an unexpected feast. By the way, a howl from me will have my boys awake in a second. And, they don't take well to intruders."

"They can't come out here, it's light out," Sam points out.

"I know that, but man do they love a show. Especially the bloody ones," again, you flash them your pearly whites. "You have five seconds. One, two, three-"

"Fine!" Michael yells out.

You smile, "Good."

Walking to the coffee table, you grab some paper and a small knife.

"What's that for?"

"Our pact. It isn't binding unless it's written in blood," you grin at their horrified expressions. "Relax. Just a pinprick of blood from both parties and the deal is done."

You stab your finger and smear the blood on the paper before handing it to Michael. He takes it hesitantly and follows your example.

As he finishes, you smile.

"His name is Max. He owns a video store by the boardwalk. I believe he has grown quite close to your mother."

"Liar!"

You snarl at the insult, fixing a cold stare upon Sam, "I do not lie."

"We tested him and he's normal!"

"He has ways of deceiving people. Trust me," you glance at the cave entrance to see it darkening. "Leave now. And, I don't want to see you around here ever again."

They share a look and depart quickly.

Not even a 'thank you'.

You sigh and settle down on your blanket. You're gonna have a lot of explaining to do when the boys wake up.

~

A low cat call wakes you from the bliss of sleep. You open your eyes to see Paul smirking down at you.

"Heya, babe," he grins.

You grumble, realizing that you forgot to change form before falling asleep.

"I have news for you boys," you say before snatching a shirt from Dwayne's hands. He looks at you with a smile, as if he knew you'd do that. You're always stealing his large, warm shirts.

"Someone," you say, referring to yourself, "Has been busy all day while you were safely tucked away in the darkness of sleep."

"What'd you do?" Marko asks, tilting his head adorably.

David makes his way over so that the boys stand in front of you.

You relay the story back to them, finishing with, "You're welcome for saving your asses."

David doesn't look too pleased, "You snitched on Max?"

His growl would have terrified lesser beings, but it does not affect you, although you feel sad that he is upset.

"It was him or you. Face it, you've never liked him anyways," you reason.

Quick as a flash, he presses his hand around your throat, claws out. The other boys hardly dare to breathe as they observe.

"Da-"

"Quiet!"

You stare down the temperamental vampire, your own rage growing by the minute.

"I protected you, David. They would have killed you. I saw it in their hearts." Your voice is as cold as the stone surrounding you.

He hesitates, his grip relaxing.

"What about Star and Laddie? Why didn't you protect them?!"

"They were weaknesses. Star betrayed you and Laddie would do anything for her. They're not dead: Michael wouldn't let the Frogs or his brother hurt them." You pause, smiling a bit, "We all know they would haven't have made good additions anyways."

With that, David releases you, shoving you back. You are pushed into Paul and Marko's arms as David storms off.

"A simply 'thank you' would be nice!" You call after him. He ignores you.

You shrug, "Well, boys, looks like Dav's in a mood."

Paul laughs, "Yeah."

"Thanks, sweets," Dwayne says, pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head.

Marko echoes the sentiment.

~

David doesn't stay mad at you for long. He even apologizes and gives you a gift to make up for it.

The gift being a leather choker with silver spikes all around it. Needless to say, you love it.

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[deancas-fanfiction]

A Daydream Away

Chapter 2/?

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

available on ao3 Read Ch. 1 here

Dean began to slowly stir from sleep. For the first time in years, he awoke feeling well-rested. No pounding headache from the aftershock of a hangover, no repressed memories rattling in his head from a recurring nightmare, and there was no dry feeling in his eyes from sleeping only a few hours. Instead, he felt warm and relaxed as he began to regain consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the sleep as he took in his surroundings. Morning sun hazily streamed in through the gaps in the curtains and it was perfectly still and quiet. Dean sighed in content and went to roll over to fall back asleep. Except a weight on his chest prevented him from moving.

Dean tensed, realizing Cas was lying across him. His head was resting in the crook of his neck and his arm was flung over his chest in an almost possessive like manner. His right leg was intertwined with Dean's, sufficiently entangling the two so Dean couldn't easily tear himself away. Cas' breath softly fanned against his neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. As if all of that wasn't bad enough, Dean quickly remembered they were both nearly naked, wearing nothing but their boxer briefs. This meant their bare skin was pressed together and that there was only a very thin material of fabric protecting Dean from a very embarrassing situation. He closed his eyes at that thought and focused on his breathing to calm himself down.

It was at that moment that Cas began to stir. Dean silently cursed whatever entity was at fault for this awkward situation he was about to be in. Cas flexed his fingers and he tightened his grip on Dean rather than pulling away in alarm, as he had expected.

"Uh Cas?"

"Hmmph."

"Buddy, I gotta go to the bathroom. Would you let up?" Dean tried peeling Cas' arm off him with that request but was unsuccessful.

"No."

Okay, so Cas was a totally unabashed cuddler. Dean added it to the mental list of social norms that Cas hasn't exactly picked up on yet. He internally groaned as Cas remained plastered to him. As Cas' breathing once again evened out and he fell back asleep, Dean's mind began to race.

He's always been the kind of guy that either completely ignored or repressed the hell out of complicated manners in his life. First, it was his sexuality. It was years of him ignoring his attraction to men and assuring himself it was completely normal for a guy to have a crush on other guys until he finally admitted to himself that yeah, okay maybe he's not all that straight. While it was freeing to finally admit it, he was bitter for denying himself that ability to explore that aspect of his life for so long. Then there were another few years of admitting his sexuality but refusing to actually admit it out loud to anyone. When he finally told Sam just a few years ago and was met with a "yeah, I know Dean," he realized that he did it again. He deprived himself of the happiness of being his true self. He delayed his own happiness due to his own insecurities and hang-ups.

Since they literally defeated God, Dean promised himself that he was done with delaying his own happiness. It was kind of a (for lack of a better term) come-to-Jesus type of moment. He literally died multiple times in the last fifteen years alone and it wasn't until that moment that he truly realized life is short and that he should make the best of it. Of course, it's now a lot easier to do that when there's no world-ending apocalypse or imminent battle with Heaven looming overhead.

While this new outlook on life was pretty great, it has certainly complicated things. Another thing Dean repressed the hell out of was his relationship with Cas. While Cas refers to it as a 'profound bond,' or whatever, Dean has a harder time labeling it. It's obvious they have a different relationship than Cas and Sam do, but it's just so damn confusing when he allows himself to think about it.

He just wishes that Cas was a little more transparent regarding what was going on inside his mind. With time, Dean has improved at reading his minimal facial expressions. The slight upward tick of his lips showed his amusement. His signature head tilt™ meant confusion or curiosity. The furrow of his brows indicated frustration and if accompanied with the head tilt it meant he was about to smite someone. The last time Dean saw that look, it was directed at him and Sam when they may have gotten Jack just a little bit drunk. But really, they couldn't be blamed. It was the night before they took on Chuck, and they were all under the impression it was their last night on Earth. Anyone else would have done the same thing. Well, except Eileen who signed "told you he'd be mad," with a smug look on her face. But that's not the point.

Regardless, Dean had gotten quite good at reading Cas. However, there was still a lot he didn't know. Sometimes Cas would look at him with an expression that was so foreign to Dean that he had no idea how to catalogue it. And it confused the hell out of him. Sometimes the expression would be so soft that Dean would entertain the idea that maybe Cas felt the same way as Dean does. But that look would be gone as quickly as it appeared, and Dean would convince himself he was projecting.

Dean sighed as his thoughts continued to spiral, unable to stop them. Instead, a loud pounding at the front door startled him, bringing him back to the present. Cas jolted awake as the pounding continued. He had a light flush on his cheeks as he removed himself from Dean.

His hair was sticking out in every direction, reminding Dean of that night in the barn when they officially met for the first time. He  wondered what sex hair would look like on Cas, if that's just what his regular hair looks like in the morning. Dean shook his head, effectively stopping that train of thought before it could spiral out of control. The pounding continued, more incessantly this time.

"Who the hell..." Dean grumbled, forcing himself out of bed. He threw on his discarded shirt from the floor and made his way through the living room to the front door. He swung the door open and was met with Sam's annoyed expression. "What are you --"

"Jesus, Dean. Do you plan on actually working the case or are you just going to sleep all day?" Sam brushed past Dean and brushed snow off his jacket.

"What are you talking about? What time is it even?"

"Nearly nine, Dean." He said, pulling his best bitch face. "They stop serving breakfast at 10. I thought you were going to interview guests this morning."

"Well, yeah. We were just getting ready to leave, so chill." Sam looked unimpressed and walked past Dean to the bedroom. Cas was still sitting in bed, blinking away sleep with the blankets pulled around him, effectively proving Dean wrong. "Oh, you were just getting ready to leave? Then why does Cas look like he just woke up?"

"I -- don't you have an interview to prepare for?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I already had it. I start later today."

"That soon?" Cas asked, his voice gravelly and rough from sleep and oh. That sound went straight to Dean's groin.

"Yeah. They're really short staffed. From what I gathered, quite a few employees quit after the last couple went missing a few days ago. It seems like they were pretty freaked out. So now they're really short staffed and pretty desperate."

"Oh, so that's why they hired you," Dean jokes. "They're desperate."

Sam just looked unimpressed. "For the love of God, would you two just get ready and go to breakfast? We have no leads and I need you to talk to the guests. When I'm at the desk this afternoon, I'll sign you up for some activities so you can talk to more guests."

Dean opened his mouth to argue that hey, he's perfectly capable of signing up for his own activities but Sam shot him a look that stopped him in his tracks. "I'll make sure you're signed up for the bourbon tasting, if that's what you're worried about."

"I knew I could count on you, Sammy," Dean grinned. With that, Sam shook his head and headed out of the cabin.

It took equal parts pleading and the promise of coffee to coax Cas out of the warmth of the bed and out into the cold so they could make it to breakfast in time. The morning brought with it a light snowfall, so Dean had to quickly brush the Impala off before driving the short distance to the main lodge where breakfast was served.

Dean and Cas waved to Brenda as they passed the front desk and waited in line to check in at the host stand. Breakfast was served in the form of a buffet with a wide variety of items offered. Dean gave the hostess their cabin number and headed straight to the eggs and bacon. He loaded up his plate while Cas grabbed waffles and coated them with syrup and whipped cream.

"You should be grateful you married me instead of Sam," Dean declared, taking a large bite of bacon as he scanned the room for an open table. "He would have lectured you for all of the sugar you're loading up on."

Cas tilted his head, seemingly thinking that over. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I don't think Sam and I would be very compatible on a lot of fronts."

Dean, meanwhile, flushed at the possible implication that he and Cas are compatible. Cas didn't seem to notice and directed his attention towards a table where a young couple were sitting, enjoying their breakfast. "Should we sit with them? Maybe they could tell us something about the couple that went missing."

"Yeah, okay. It will also get Sam off our back for a few hours." Dean followed Cas as he approached the table.

"Mind if we join you?" Cas asked, good natured. "My husband, here, overslept this morning and it seems we arrived for breakfast at the busiest time."

Dean glared at Cas for throwing him under the bus when it was actually the other way around, but there was no heat to it. In reality, his stomach did that weird swooping thing when Cas referred to him as "his husband."

"Of course!" The young woman smiled at them over her glass of orange juice. "I'm Amy, and this is my fiancé Jake."

"Nice to meet you," Dean turned on his most charming smile. "I'm Dean, this is Cas. We just arrived last night and had no idea breakfast would be so busy."

Amy laughed and shook her head. "We experienced the same thing. We found that arriving at 8:30 is the sweet spot. It's right between the early and late risers."

"Another tip: if you arrive early enough, they have cinnamon rolls. They always run out by 8:00." Jake added.

"We'll definitely remember that. Cas has a sweet tooth, as you can tell by his side of waffles he got with his syrup." Dean joked. Cas just rolled his eyes and happily ate his sugar infused breakfast. "How long have you two been here?"

"Five days," Amy chirped. "We're getting married this summer, so we wanted to have a relaxing vacation just the two of us before things get too crazy with last minute wedding planning."

"We know how that goes. We ended up having a small wedding because the planning got to be too much work for us." Cas paused and chewed thoughtfully. "Wait - so you've been here for a few days. Does that mean you were here when that couple went missing?" Truthfully, Dean was impressed by Cas' nonchalance. While his social skills have significantly improved since becoming human, there were still times that Cas had some social awkwardness. It was endearing as hell but could make working a case a little difficult. But Cas seemed to be holding his own rather well.

Jake and Amy exchanged a look. "Yeah, we actually did a cooking class with Kevin and Raymond. They were so nice and were here on their honeymoon. No one seems to have any idea what happened."

"Did you notice anything weird?"

"No," Jake answered, furrowing his brows. "Like Amy said, they were really nice and gave us a lot of great wedding advice."

"Yeah, they weren't planning on leaving for another few days, so when they were suddenly gone it didn't make sense."

"We thought they had a family emergency and had to leave early or something, but then we heard they were actually missing. It's so sad."

"Did you do any other activities with them?"

Amy smiled wistfully. "Other than the cooking class, we only did the bourbon tasting with them. I have quite the bourbon collection at home, as did Kevin so we talked a lot about that. The tasting was the last we saw of them."

Dean nodded, and steered the conversation towards bourbon and scotch, not wanting to raise any suspicion by asking too many questions.

After finishing their breakfast, Cas grabbed a to-go cup of coffee and they meandered back outside. With the fresh snowfall, the grounds looked serene and absolutely beautiful. A blanket of untouched snow coated the ground, sparkling in the sun.

"Want to explore the grounds a little?" Dean asked. "It may be a good idea to get a good feel of the layout."

"Yeah, I'd like that." Cas smiled in return and pulled his hat over his ears. The wind wasn't biting like it was the night before, but it was still December in Minnesota meaning it was fucking cold. Dean shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and followed the path around the lodge. This led to a large staircase down to the lakeside. Christmas lights were strung along the railing and there was a bonfire roaring near the lakeside, which was tended to by a few guests. Dean and Cas slowly made their way down the staircase, breathing in the crisp fresh air and enjoying the scenery.

Cas quickly finished his coffee and tossed it in a nearby trash can. Then he shoved his hands in his jacket, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a shiver. Dean fondly rolled his eyes at him and held out his hand.

"Give me your hand." He ordered. Cas looked at him questioningly but complied, nonetheless. Dean took his hand and shoved it in his pocket with his own. "Jesus, your hand is freezing."

Now it was Cas' turn to roll his eyes. "I had to finish my coffee," he reasoned.

"We need to buy you gloves."

"I'm fine, Dean."

"No, your hand feels like ice. Sometimes you forget you're human and actually need to worry about things like that."

"That's not true."

"Sure, it is," Dean snorted. "Within your first few days of being human you were dehydrated because you forgot to drink water regularly."

"You forget to drink water regularly, Dean."

Dean paused. "Okay, you have me there. But you also wore your suit and trench coat in 90-degree heat on that case in Arizona. We were in the desert and you were wearing like 4 layers."

Cas lips turned up at the corner. "Okay, you have me there." He echoed. "To be fair, I am getting better. I now dress 'weather appropriate' as Sam puts it."

"Yes, you do. I'm just sure being human takes some getting used to. But in the meantime, you need to let Sam and I help you out." Dean squeezed Cas' hand for emphasis, which was now at a much warmer temperature.

In response Cas smiled his full, blinding smile which made Dean feel warm despite the cold. "Thanks for letting me stay with you both at the bunker."

At that, Dean felt a pang of guilt. He completely mishandled the situation last time Cas was human and that was something he would never forgive himself for. "Cas, I'm sorry for --"

"No, don't apologize. I understand why you did that. You were saving Sam's life. I didn't mean to dredge that up. I just wanted to express my gratitude for allowing me to stay with you."

"You're family, Cas. We stick together." And just like that his blinding smile was back, with a certain softness in his eyes that Dean had trouble interpreting.

They now reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped at the fire to quickly warm themselves. Dean and Cas asked the few guests milling around the fire about Raymond and Kevin, but none of them had any information about the missing couple. Half of them weren't even staying at the resort when the disappearance occurred. After making a few minutes of small talk, they said their good-byes and headed back to the Impala. The cold officially seeped through their winter layers and Dean could feel his feet turning numb.

The walk back to the car was very quick and at last Dean was starting Baby and blasting the heat. He sighed in relief as warmth fanned over his red face.

"We should probably call Sam before he arrives back for work and tell him we haven't had any luck yet."

"Yeah, good thinking," Dean agreed as he pulled out of the parking spot. Cas dug out his phone and dialed Sam's number, putting it on speaker so they could both hear.

"Hey, Cas." Sam answered cheerfully. "What's up?"

Cas dutifully explained their lack of progress on the case and the dead end with the guests. "I know we haven't spoken to more than a handful of them, but I fear it will be the same with all of the guests. What are your thoughts?"

Sam hummed in thought. "I called the local law enforcement this morning while you were at breakfast, posing as a journalist and they said the same thing -- none of the guests had any helpful information. Maybe we need to switch tactics."

"What are you thinking? Cas and I pose as agents?" Dean questioned as he turned onto the gravel road leading to their cabin.

"No, law enforcement already spoke to the resort staff and they didn't get anywhere. I doubt it would be any different with federal agents." He paused as he thought for a moment. "Maybe you two should just really lean heavily into the whole married couple thing and focus on luring whatever it is that took the other couples."

"We're already doing that," Dean responded.

"No, I know. But I mean lean into it. Act so sickeningly in love so you become the obvious target. I'll see if I can get any other information from the staff, but I think that's our best angle at this point. Like I said, I'll sign you up for some couple activities over the next few days and you just need to act like you're madly in love with each other."

"Will you sign us up for the cooking class?" Cas asked. "Jake and Amy mentioned they took that class with Raymond and Kevin before they disappeared."

"Yes, I can do that. Stop by the desk after lunch and I can give you your itinerary. But I gotta go -  I have to be at the resort in less than an hour."

"Are you sure that'll be enough time to style your hair?"

"Fuck off Dean," Sam retorted humorously. "I'll see you guys later."

Cas said goodbye and slid his phone back in his pocket.

Dean chanced a glance over at Cas as they pulled up to their cabin. His brow was furrowed and he was staring out the windshield with a faraway look on his face.

"What's on your mind, buddy?"

Cas' eyes flashed in frustration. "If we're going to make people believe this is real," He said, gesturing between them. "You should probably stop referring to me as 'buddy.' Married couples don't refer to each other as such."

"Right. Sorry." Dean chewed on his lip. Cas was right. If this plan was going to work, they would have to adjust a few aspects of their friendship, this being one of them. "That's a good point. I think we were just fine this morning, but like Sam said, we need to really lean into it. So we'll have to step up our game."

"What do you suggest, we become more physical?"

Dean flushed at the implications. "Uh -- yeah, I suppose. We could hold hands more," He suggested.

Cas nodded. "Or I could put my arm around your shoulder."

"Exactly. Just do what you see other couples doing. Really, we should be fine. Once Sam signs us up for all of the couple’s activities it will be even easier to act the part."

"What about kissing?"

"What about it?" Dean's face was flaming at this point. He shifted in the seat to get a good look at Cas.

"Should we do it? Other couples do it, and it may be odd if we don't." Cas tilted his head, studying Dean's expression. "Unless that makes you uncomfortable?"

"What? N-no, not at all." Quite the opposite, actually. "I mean -- that's fine, Cas. If it feels necessary for the case, then we can, um, kiss." Dean could not believe he was actually having this conversation. He rubbed his hand over his face, trying to get his shit together. "Just do what feels natural, alright?"

"Alright." Cas agreed.

"So, we have a few hours until we have to be back at the lodge to meet with Sam. Want to see if there’s anything good on tv?”

A big smile took over Cas' face at the suggestion and he nodded in agreement. They got out of the car and made their way inside the cabin. The fresh snow crunched under each footstep but otherwise it was silent. Once they were back inside the warmth of the cabin, Cas took off towards the bedroom and muttered something about getting a blanket while Dean collapsed onto the couch.

He turned on the television and began searching through the channels, waiting for something to catch his eye. Within seconds he heard Cas’ light footsteps in the hall. He looked up just as he came into sight. Cas had their large comforter in his hands, but Dean was distracted by what he was wearing.

"Are those my sweatpants?"

Cas looked down, almost sheepishly. "Oh. Yes. You always tell me that jeans are not proper attire for movie nights. I assume the rule applies even if it's daytime, so I changed. I didn't bring any loungewear, so I borrowed yours. Is that alright?"

He eyed the pants which hung low on Cas' hips. It left a small sliver of tan skin exposed and Dean could see the sharp line of his hip bones. He inhaled sharply and forced his eyes back to Cas' face. "Yes, Cas. That's alright."

Cas' lips turned up at the corners and he flopped onto the couch next to Dean. He pulled the large blanket over the two of them and sat just close enough that Dean could feel the heat coming off of him, but they weren’t quite touching.

Since becoming human, Cas has taken to borrowing Dean’s clothes. After Dean convinced him to try on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Cas realized just how uncomfortable the suit and tie ensemble was. With that in mind, he began sneaking into Dean’s room and would snag a band shirt and sometimes a flannel, dressing like he’s a Winchester himself.

The first time he saw him in his clothes Dean nearly had an aneurysm. He had grown so accustomed to Cas in his suit and shapeless coat that seeing him in jeans that hugged his ass with the sleeves of his flannel rolled up his forearms was an immediate turn on. Maybe it was also the fact that they were Dean’s clothes on him that caused such a problem. Regardless, Dean abandoned his breakfast to immediately take a cold shower.

And now, seeing him in his own sweatpants that perfectly hug his ass and hang low on his hips was painfully unfair. Dean readjusted himself, ignoring the heat pooling in his gut. Now was not the time for inappropriate boners. He internally groaned and tried to focus on the nature documentary Cas put on but was unsuccessful because at that moment Cas rested his head against Dean’s shoulder and let out a little sigh of content.

This is going to be a long and tortuous week for Dean because it's just pretend.

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[forgedirons]

              *     so  like.  yeah.  it  me,  cc.  i  can’t  read,  spell,  or  write  –  &  yet  i  joined  this  anyway  because  i  am  are  in  love  with  you  all.  anyway.

❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬     ›     𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔     .  

the   communication's   chair   of   the   yale's   elite,   they're   twenty-two   and   a   senior   undergrad   student   majoring   in   print   journalism.   they   are   as   vigilant   as   they   are   importunate.

blackmail  :

(i).  despite claiming to be a journalist that holds the truth over everything, she's being paid off by an embezzling official & keeping the funds for her own personal spending. 

(ii).  she won her current internship by sabotaging her competitors with “strategic investigating”, which she then used against them by creating a gossip buzz under an anonymous pseudonym. 

(iii). death tw: claims that her parents passed away her freshman year of undergrad and uses it as a way to avoid talking about how they’re in prison ( & how it’s her testimony that landed them there ).

 ❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬     ›     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒     .    

you  wear  sorrow  well,  grief  is  not  a  compliment  –  nor  is  it  to  be  romanticized.  your  heart’s  always  been  broken  &  you  doubt  it  was  ever  whole  to  begin  with.  behind  closed  eyes,  maroon  rose  petals  fall  onto  a  fresh  blanket  of  white  snow;  your  fingers  are  pricked  by  the  thorns  while  you  open  your  eyes  to  the  flickering  lamp  in  your  room.  cloaked  in  shadows,  red  string  is  strung  across  a  board,  connecting  clues  that  nobody  else  but  you  seems  to  see.  you  are  meant  for  so  much  more  than  this  run  down  shack,  you’ve  always  told  yourself  this  –  you  wonder  if  anyone  else  is  listening  (  but,  you’ve  always  been  alone;  your  words  have  always  bounced  back  onto  your  own  skin  ).

 ❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦    ›     𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒     .  

                           ✧  *   core  

↠  full  name  .  isabeau  hwang  . ↠ nickname(s)  /  alias(es)  /   title(s)  .  (  off  brand  )  nancy  drew,  isa,  is,  beau  . ↠  age  /  dob  .  twenty  -  two  /  march,  19  . ↠  hometown  .  ?  idk?  kansas  somewhere  . ↠  current  location  .  yale  idk  what  city  it’s  in  don’t  @  me  . ↠  ethnicity  .  korean  . ↠  nationality  .  american  . ↠  gender .  cis  gender  woman  . ↠  pronouns .  she  /  her  . ↠  orientation  .  bisexual  ,  grayromantic  . ↠  occupation  .  undergraduate  student  . ↠  face  claim  .  kim  sojung  (  sowon  )  .

       ✧  *   countenance

↠  height  .  five  feet,  eight  inches  (  172  cm  ) ↠  build .  slim,  well  toned  but  tall  –  slim  /  athletic. ↠  tattoos  .  be  good,  on  the  inside  of  her  left  middle  finger.  also,  this.  ↠  piercings  .  ears  . ↠  scars  .  a  couple,  none  too  prominent  . ↠  hair .  kept  long  &  though  she  seems  to  sport  a  different  color  every  year  since  arriving  on  campus,  she’s  recently  dyed  it  back  to  a  natural  shade  of  black.  it’s  always  in  place  &  always  styled  neatly,  whether  it’s  pulled  back  or  curled  (  to  pretentiously  imperfectly  perfection  )  . ↠  eyes  .  dark  brown  &  often  inquisitive,  like  she’s  trying  to  solve  a  riddle  that  nobody  else  is  in  on  except  herself.  half  of  the  time,  they’re  hidden  behind  gold  -  rimmed  glasses  that  look  a  little  too  expensive  for  someone  of  her  background,  but  she  otherwise  wears  contacts.  has  really  bad  vision,  though,  &  is  a  blind  bitch  . ↠  clothing  style  .  best  described  as  business  casual,  semi-formal,  professional  but  make  it  chic.  lots  of  skirts,  lots  of  turtlenecks,  long  coats  &  expensive  fabrics  that  all  coordinate  to  make  her  look  either  like  she  just  walked  out  of  a  dark  academia  novel  or  a  meeting  with  the  president  of  the  school  where  she  did  nothing  but  argue.  very  rarely  seen  in  sweats  or  anything  “bummy”  –  maybe  she  cares  too  much  about  her  image. ↠  usual  expression  .  resting  bitch  face  –  but  promote  it.  she  just  looks  unapproachable  in  general,  her  usual  expression  is  something  between  disgust  &  apathy,  it  makes  her  look  like  she’s  consistently  looking  at  her  surroundings  &  being  very  displeased  with  everything  around  her  (  it’s  because  she  made  the  face  too  much  as  a  kid,  now  it’s  stuck  that  way  )  . ↠  speech  .  elegant  &  well  -  thought  out.  everything  she  says  sounds  like  it’s  rehearsed  &  practiced,  like  she  wakes  up  in  the  morning  &  writes  a  script  for  her  entire  day.  she  very  obviously  thinks  before  she  speaks,  always,  &  tries  to  sound  like  she  looks,  but  catch  her  without  anyone  around  &  she  speaks  a  lot  like  the  trailer  trash  she  really  is  . ↠  distinguishing  features  .  intense  eyes  that  make  her  look  like  she  always  knows  someone’s  secret,  the  slight  lopsided  grin  –  she  might  be  smirking  or  maybe  she  just  knows  something  you  don’t,  finely  shaped  eyebrows  idk  dude

       ✧  *  ruminations    

↠  (  +  )  positive .  vigilant  ,  heedful  ,  aspiring ↠  (  -  )  negative  .  importunate  ,  reckless  ,  impetuous ↠  moral  alignment  .  true  neutral  -  neutral  evil ↠  likes  .  her  designated  corner  of  the  library  –  especially  late  at  night  when  she  can  sigh  super  loudly  without  anyone  glaring  at  her,  iced  americanos  but  only  on  rainy  days  &  only  on  rainy  days  where  she  wears  her  glasses,  the  feeling  &  the  smell  of  solid  cash,  putting  together  the  pieces  of  a  puzzle  that  she’s  been  working  on  for  a  long  time  (  investigations  or  not  ),  stargazing  but  only  on  beaches  &  only  during  the  wintertime  . ↠  dislikes  .  any  other  journalist  ever,  any  pop  beverages  (  because  she  also  doesn’t  like  to  burp ),  the  smell  of  chlorine  or  gasoline  or  freshly  cut  grass,  being  touched  by  strangers  in  any  sort  of  instance,  waking  up  before  ten  in  the  morning  (  staying  up  until  10  am  however,  different  story  ),  know  it  all  TA’s,  professors  who  can’t  debate  her  for  more  than  fifteen  minutes ↠  quirks  .  always  has  a  small,  moleskin  notebook  on  her  person  that  she’ll  pull  out  to  write  little  notes  in,  has  amazing  penmanship,  speaking  of  –  only  ever  writes  in  pen  &  never  uses  anything  else  to  write,  squints  &  digs  her  front  teeth  into  her  tongue  when  she’s  really  focusing  on  something  . ↠  hobbies  .  disappearing  for  long  periods  of  time  just  to  resurface  &  act  like  nothing  happened  (  solving  mysteries,  like  nancy  drew  ),  being  the  first  to  let  her  opinion  be  heard  by  anyone  who  happens  to  be  nearby,  starting  fights  &  finishing  them  by  cheating.

❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲     ›     𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄     .

trigger  warnings : death  ,  lots  of  illegal  activity

       ✧  *  ISABEAU.

        *     she’s  born  to  a  wanted  pair  .  with  bounties  &  rewards  attached  to  their  mugshots,  they  bring  a  baby  into  the  world  &  decide  to  bring  her  along  for  the  ride.  named  isabeau,  her  first  memory  is  watching  the  door  while  her  parents  count  money  on  a  motel  bed  behind  her.  her  first  word  is  “fuck!”  while  she  rides  in  the  backseat  of  a  stolen  pick  up  truck,  a  toddler  clutching  a  stolen  baby  toy  while  wearing  clothes  that  definitely  don’t  belong  to  her.  whether  it’s  inherited  or  not,  she  grasps  greed  &  holds  it  as  her  biggest  sin.  much  like  her  father,  in  that  aspect  –  there’s  nothing  more  she  craves  than  having  more.  more  money,  more  lust,  more  power,  more  reputation  –  more,  more,  more.  it  sits  in  her  gut  like  a  waning  hunger  she’ll  never  get  rid  of  –  but,  she  doesn’t  know  what  to  call  it  for  almost  her  entire  life. 

she’s  not  the  eldest  of  the  crew.  her  sister  is  three  years  older  than  her  &  much  more  kind  than  anyone  else  in  the  family  will  ever  be.  where  isabeau  takes  after  their  parents  (  often  described  as  ruthless,  greedy,  selfish  &  reckless  ),  pippa  was  her  own  person  through  &  through.  she  was  soft,  &  sweet,  &  she  always  did  what  was  right.  though,  she  was  raised  to  believe  that  lying  to  the  police  was  right,  &  that  stealing  in  the  supermarkets  was  the  right  thing  to  do.  growing  up,  though,  isabeau  always  sort  of  knew  that  it  was  really  just  her  &  pippa  against  the  world.  their  parents,  however  eccentric,  were  often  absent  &  left  them  alone  for  days  on  end  –  only  to  return  with  more  trouble  on  their  hands.

eventually,  they  decided  to  settle  in  buttcrack  nowhere,  kansas  in  the  smallest,  shittiest  trailer  park  they  could  find.  it  was  one  small  trailer  that  kept  the  hwang  family  together;  isabeau  &  pippa  sleeping  on  a  couch  -  turned  -  bed,  their  parents  on  the  big  one  in  the  back.  she  gets  enrolled  in  school  &  is  taught  to  never  tell  anyone  who  her  parents  are  or  what  they  do  for  a  living  (  which,  including  robbery,  dealing,  blackmailing,  etc.  is  a  lot  )  otherwise  she’ll  get  in  a  lot  of  trouble.  but  isabeau  is  a  curious  girl,  she  watches  everything  unfold  in  front  of  her  &  always  wants  to  know  more  (  &  more,  &  more,  &  more  ).

one  of  the  brightest  of  her  class  in  the  small  town,  she  grows  to  be  somewhat  of  a  nancy  drew.  people  of  the  town  know  her,  they  give  her  their  problems  &  missing  cats  &  disappearing  letters  &  mismatched  shoes  to  solve.  isabeau,  no  matter  how  troubled,  is  smart  &  the  townspeople  know  it.  looking  back  on  it,  she’ll  always  remark  that  they  were  trying  to  help  her,  but  she  only  ever  saw  it  as  something  to  do.  her  biggest  case,  finding  a  missing  girl  in  the  seventh  grade  –  her  smallest  case,  finding  a  coin  purse  that  someone  misplaced.

in  eighth  grade,  she  starts  her  own  newspaper  at  school  where  she  publishes  stories  of  her  investigations.  initially,  it’s  just  something  to  keep  her  at  school  longer  (  because,  home  isn’t  really  where  she  wants  to  be  –  she’s  old  enough  now  to  realize  home  isn’t  home  ),  but  she  learns  how  good  she  is  at  it.  creating  pieces,  interviewing  people,  just,  plain  writing  –  it’s  her  thing.  her  english  teacher  (  mrs.  kenningston  )  encourages  her  &  gets  her  a  freelance  spot  with  the  town  newspaper.

things  are  great  for  isabeau  in  high  school.  she’s  popular,  editor  of  the  school  newspaper,  amateur  detective  &  freelance  reporter  for  the  town  newspaper.  her  goal  is  to  get  out  of  town,  to  get  far  away  from  her  family  &  become  some  sort  of  lois  lane.  freshman  year,  her  sister  graduates  high  school  &  is  set  to  go  to  ksu  –  before  sophomore  year,  isabeau’s  burying  her  sister  in  the  graveyard  of  a  town  they  both  hated.  a  freak  accident,  the  newspaper  reports  –  &  for  a  month,  everyone  believes  it.  but,  sophomore  year  starts  &  isabeau  anonymously  testifies  against  her  parents  in  court;  their  recklessness,  along  with  their  shady  dealings  led  to  the  death  of  not  only  pippa,  but  a  group  of  graduated  teenagers  in  town.  the  hwang  parents  go  away  for  life  on  isabeau’s  testimony,  &  she’s  never  seen  in  town  again. 

by  dumb  luck,  she’s  adopted  into  a  middle-class  family  somewhere  in  vermont  &  sent  to  a  very  good  school  that  looks  very  good  on  her  transcripts.  she  goes  into  overdrive  trying  to  bury  her  past,  carefully  crafting  herself  a  new  identity  with  each  year  that  passes  in  her  high  school  career.  things  get  buried,  people  are  swayed  –  isabeau  hwang  isn’t  the  same  isabeau  hwang  from  that  small  town  in  kansas  who  saved  a  group  of  children,  she  isn’t  the  isabeau  hwang  who  befriended  the  unfriendly  folks  on  the  outskirts  of  town  that  people  thought  were  possessed.  isabeau  hwang  from  vermont  is  a  very  lucky  girl  with  a  troubling  past  she  doesn’t  talk  about,  but  manages  to  graduate  top  of  her  class  with  offers  from  three  ivy  league  colleges  &  every  other  school  she  applied  to.  that’s  all  she  offers,  that’s  all  most  people  know.

at  yale,  she  works  even  harder  to  maintain  her  reputation.  she’s  the  girl  who’ll  go  places,  a  poor  girl  who’ll  get  into  yale’s  elites,  the  girl  who  nobody  wants  to  argue  with.  on  campus,  she’s  loud,  she’s  opinionated  &  she’s  (  or,  thinks  she’s  )  powerful.  a  member  of  the  school  newspaper,  her  pieces  are  quick  to  be  published  &  even  quicker  to  gain  traction.  isabeau,  a  nosy  investigator  at  heart,  chooses  to  publish  stories  that  grab  attention  &  often  expose  a  thing  or  two  –  she  gains  a  small  following  just  because  she  tends  to  always  know  a  thing  or  two  about  a  thing  or  two.

it’s  obvious  she  had  her  eye  set  on  the  elites  from  the  moment  she  stepped  foot  onto  campus,  &  after  fighting  tooth  &  nail  to  gain  a  reputation  (  as  an  opinionated,  over  -  achieving,  pretentious  shrew  of  a  person  ),  she  argues  her  way  into  the  elites.  in  her  own  words,  it’s  much  better  to  have  her  on  their  side  rather  than  have  her  against  them  (  empty  threat,  what  she  gonna  do,  she  have  no  money  really  ).  at  the  moment,  it  looks  like  she’s  really  gotten  everything  she’s  dreamed  of  –  but  isabeau  hwang  deals  in  greed,  &  all  she  wants  now  is  more,  more,  more

#this started out good and then got worse as it went on #so if you read this no you didn't #and if it doesn't make sense yes it does #and if it contradicts no it doesn't