#about ft. shiloh

[friedbaekhyunandeggso]

mr. kamo

art credit: @/adrienwithane on instagram

pairings: choso kamo x female oc (kaori everest)

tropes: kindergarten teacher! choso x college student! teacher assistant/aide! oc

warnings: all lowercase, 18+ only, age-gap (choso: 28-30ish, oc: 19), lying/ulterior motives, underage drinking, mentions of weed (once), virgin! choso, dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby), unprotected s3x, failed pull out attempt = creampie (don’t be silly & cover your willy)

word count/plot: [9.2k] kaori meets her little sister’s kindergarten teacher by chance & can’t forget him. he might not know her yet but she's not afraid to do anything to get what she wants.

a/n: honestly this story is kinda random but i was thinking about choso & this fanart that i saw of him a while ago as a kindergarten teacher. i didn't see him as a kindergarten teacher then but now i kinda think it's a cute concept. i was originally gonna make the oc a cafe worker but the idea for this slightly chaotic oc came in my head hella last min. anyway, i hopeee u enjoy-especially if ur one of the peeps who voted for this on my poll :) happy holidays!!!

“mom! come onn, you can pick her up on your way back.”

she hastily put on her jacket, “stop it, kaori. your dad and i aren’t sure if we’ll make it back on time so i need you. i know you can do it.”

“mommmm, do you seriously have to go to yoga today? aren’t classes twice a week?”

“yes, but todays bring your husband to yoga day so you know i have to. i made your dad leave work early for this.”

suddenly a car honked.

“alright, i’ll see you okay? make sure you get shiloh okay?”

she sighed, “alright, alright.”

she'd wanted to enjoy the fact that her last class of the day and evening work-shift got cancelled but it seemed she had to get out of the house anyway.

great.

kaori parked her car alongside the million other cars at the sidewalk. she was 7 minutes late. it wasn’t terrible but she’d meant to come earlier—if only she hadn’t gotten distracted talking to her friend on the phone.

she stepped out of the car, hastily closing the door behind her. she checked the time on her phone once more before slipping it into her trench coat pocket. she quickly jogged towards the kindergarteners entrance.

she only remembered where it was because she'd went to this school when she was a child. and now it was her little sister’s turn.

she glanced around to see other parents waiting as well, some conversing with a few teachers and—

“ri! ri!” a familiar voice yelled.

kaori immediately spun around to see shiloh pointing at her. her familiar pastel purple puffer coat standing out.

she walked over, noticing the tall white-or grey, was it?-man standing beside her. he had the most interesting tattoo on face, right along his t-zone were stark black lines. and the skin surrounding his eyes was a deep purplish shade as if he lacked sleep. and his hair? his hairstyle was the most.. outlandishly cute hairstyle she’d ever seen.

it was two spiky, space-bun like ponytails at the crown of his head. he wore a fitted long-sleeve purple sweater, layered with a white collared dress-shirt underneath. the sleeves of his shirts rolled up to his elbow, revealing firm forearms. he had on dark grey slacks and matching black dr. martens?? specifically the 1461 platforms? she swore she had the same pair at home.

to say she was speechless was an understatement.

shiloh tugged on his finger, “riri here.”

she let go of his finger then and waddled up-to her. just as shiloh reached out to clutch her finger, he was there. his large hand cupping shiloh’s tiny shoulder.

kaori blinked, she hadn’t even seen him move.

he then bent down, adjusting one of the loose straps on shiloh’s backpack before looking up at her.

“i’m sorry, are you here to pick someone up?”

“yes,” she gestured towards shiloh, “i’m here to pick up shiloh actually. i’m her older sister.”

“ah,” he stood up, revealing his full height before her. he had to be about 6 ft tall-maybe 5’11 but it didn’t matter. she had to look up at him to maintain eye contact and something about it made her jittery inside.

“do you mind showing me your ID?”

right. It was probably protocol for newcomers that came for pick up-and her mother had reminded her exactly of such but-just as she reached for her wallet and examined its inside, her ID wasn’t there. fuck.

wait. she quickly checked the back of her phone case. yes! her fake ID was in there.

she was nineteen but her fake id looked exactly like her real one, minus for her birth year-of course-which revealed her to be ‘twenty three’. she hadn’t used it much but she’d gotten one anyway. last year-well, freshman year her friends were convinced they needed one so they got her on the bandwagon.

she handed him her fake id with a light smile. he took it, examining it for a short moment before handing it back to her.

he removed his hand from shiloh’s shoulder, “nice to meet you, ms. everest.” his voice was flat but not entirely impolite.

she offered him her hand, “kaori,” she corrected, “you can call me kaori. what’s your name?”

he shook her hand steadily, as if it were a practiced motion, “cho-“

shiloh suddenly bounced up and down, “mr. kamo! mr. kamo!”

kaori suddenly blanked with recognition. this was mr.kamo? mr.kamo was the teacher shi would not shut up about-which was rare because shiloh was actually a reserved kid. well, as reserved as a five year old could be but even mom had been praising him for making shiloh come out of her shell.

he glanced down at her, the corner of his lip lifting handsomely. this had to be the first emotion she’d seen on his face.

he lightly patted her head, his tone completely changing, “yes, mr. kamo. this is your sister?”

she beamed up at him. what the hell? she never smiles at me like that? “yes. riri is big shister.”

his smile widened ever so slightly, “alright, have fun at home, okay? don’t give big sister too much trouble.”

kaori couldn’t help but smile at that, “i hope she hasn’t been giving you trouble in class?”

even if shiloh was the reserved type she always like to be on the move. she sometimes had a hard time sitting still and got bored rather easily. adhd diagnosis incoming..

he shook his head, “no, no. she’s been good. she almost took another kid’s juice box today but it was because her water bottle was empty.”

he glanced down at her, “-but we talked about using our words right? we use words before hands.”

shiloh blinked up at him, holding onto the straps of her backpack tightly, “words ‘for hands.”

“and do we steal?”

shiloh turned red at that, “no, no stealing.”

he then raised his hand for her to high-five, “good girl.”

shiloh immediately hopped up to high-five him and he moved his hand at the last second.

“kamo kamo!” shiloh whined before hugging his leg as he chuckled. “mr.kamo! high-five.”

“okay, okay,” he bent over slightly, raising his hand out to her once more.

shiloh high-fived him with a cheeky smile.

he lightly ruffled her hair, “you gotta go home now, okay?“

shiloh scrunched her nose before letting his leg go, “okayy.”

she walked over and wrapped her tiny fist around kaori’s index finger. kaori was merely stunned at how well shi listened.

he nodded at kaori, “i’ll see you tomorrow. i mean-well-“

“yes,” she smiled cordially, “you’ll see me tomorrow.”

Her mom had just picked out the hanger with her coat from the closet when she suddenly heard kaori’s voice.

“wait! mom,” she hastily bounded down the steps, “are you picking up shi?”

“yes, where are you going?”

kaori had on a jacket and her hair styled in a way that emphasized her wispy wolfcut perfectly.

(a/n: if anyone is curious i was picturing her haircut as this bc i think its sooo cute, anyway pls continue)

“it’s alright i’ll pick up shi today.”

her mom blinked, “you will?”

“yep.” she plucked off her keys from the key hanger before heading out the door.

her mom stared after her wake-in shock. she slowly put her coat back into the closet, “okay then.”

she was early, early enough that the teachers weren’t outside yet so she waited in the car, tapping the steering wheel with her almond shaped french tips.

she zoned out to the song playing until she heard children noises-in abundance. she glanced outside the window just as he stepped out the building, the rest of the little kids in his class in tow. it didn’t matter that several other teachers and kids had also just stepped outside. all that mattered was that he was here. and, of course, shi.

she waited until only a few kids were left to step out the car. it seemed a lot of parents liked to stop and talk to him while picking up their child. with his face, she couldn’t blame them.

she took her time walking over, letting him notice her before she approached. which is exactly what he did, he quickly ushered shi forward.

she took off her sunglasses, slipping them into her prada shoulder bag before offering him a smile.

“nice to see you again, mr. kamo.”

he blinked as if stunned. shiloh watched the two of them with a frown. shiloh had been grilled by her sister yesterday, she’d wanted to know everything about mr. kamo. she’d asked her question after question, some questions the poor 5 yr old didn’t even know the meaning of herself.

he subtly shook his head before returning her smile with a faint one of his own. “you as well, kaori.”

her smile widened before she bent down to meet shiloh eye-to-eye. shi pouted, still holding onto mr. kamo’s index finger.

“did you have a good day at school today?” kaori asked, while lightly pinching her cheek.

“yes.” she mumbled.

he glanced down to look at shi’s moody expression. his dark brows furrowed in concern until kaori snapped her fingers.

“mr. kamo, i know this is kind of a random question but what did you major in in college?”

“i majored in elementary education.”

“wow, they had that program at your school?”

he nodded.

“what school did you go to?”

“boston university.”

“boston?” she laughed slightly, “that’s so far out. what made you come here?”

he seemed somewhat taken aback by the question. she wasn’t sure if it was because he hadn’t considered it himself or because no one else had asked, “i.. i like this town.”

“you don’t think it’s boring?” she pried, “-at all?”

“no,” he answered, rather composed, “i like boring. its peaceful here.”

she supposed that was true. there was barely any crime here, most of the ‘crime’ was just college students doing something chaotic during rush season or partying too hard. this town was as nice upper middle class america could get.

and unfrickingfortunately she wasn’t able to get out. she was a commuter so her college campus was merely a fifteen minute drive away. and because she was commuter she had the unfortunate experience of seeing many familiar high school faces.

she’d chosen to commute to save money because her parents deal was that if she moved out they’d help with electricity, wifi and other bills but she had to pay to her own rent. she supposed it was their not so subtle way of trying to help her get on her own feet since she was kind of a crazy spender.

she hadn’t been able to save any of the money she made during high school due to her bad spending habits but she decided she’d lock down this year. she’d save as much as she could so that she could have the chance to transfer somewhere else and move out.

she ran a hand through her hair, lost in thought. she supposed not everybody wanted to get out.

“kaori?”

she was immediately drawn back to reality, her eyes flickering up to his.

my god, are his eyes dark purple? it had to be the sunlight playing tricks on her.

she shook her head, “sorry, i just-zoned out.” she muttered.

“you’re good.” something about the baritone of his voice felt reassuring-despite his tone being oddly detached, “is there a reason why you asked about my educational background?”

ever so professional. she nearly smiled to herself but held it in. she was glad he asked because—

“yes, actually, there is,” she tilted her head, “i actually go to [insert nearby university name] and i’m double majoring in math,” truth. “and education,” lie. “but i feel like im leaning more towards education.” another lie. “but i actually have no experience working with any particular age group so i was wondering if i could..” suddenly she felt a bit nervous but quickly cleared her throat, “y’know, shadow you?”

he blinked-repeating, “shadow me.”

“yes,” she smiled slightly, “shadow you. i’m open to helping out with the class as well but if you prefer that i just watch that works too-but yes, i’d like to shadow you.”

his brows furrowed slightly, as if unsure.

she quickly added, “sorry, i know im springing this on you but i’ve heard that your a great teacher-“ she watched his gaze lower to shi and she beamed up at him, making him smile in return.

she cheered internally as she continued, “-and this would really help me sort out my future career plans. i’ll probably jus shadow you until the end of this semester, which is in a month so i won’t be bugging you too long—“

he quickly shook his head, “it’s not that. i’m just not entirely sure on the protocol for this so.. i’ll have to get back to you.”

he paused, “are you going to be here tomorrow?”

“yes.”

“alright, i’ll update you then.”

and that was how she landed in a classroom of eighteen 5-6 year olds as a young adult who hates kids.

wonderful.

he clearly didn’t hate kids though. in fact, he was wonderful with them. he somehow knew exactly what to say to stop a kid from throwing paint on his friend. he knew exactly how to get a kid to stop crying after getting a ‘boo boo’ and he had little to no problem repeating himself several times to get the simple directions of the activities through the little kids heads.

his level of patience was truly commendable. it was also commendable how attractive he managed to look while dealing with the little menaces. she was truly shocked.

she straightened in her seat when he cloaked the last kid in a blanket. it was ‘rest time’ which basically meant all the kids got to lay out on soft nap mats for about forty five minutes. apparently it was either this or recess after lunch, depending on the weather.

he approached her, looking tired—as usual, “you can take a break if you want, i know its been a hectic day.”

“hectic for me?” she smiled at him, “i was just watching.”

he half heartedly smiled back. he’d decided that for her first day she should just observe, so that she could at least get a gist of what went on in the day.

“can i get you a coffee?”

he sat at his desk now and merely retrieved a thermos from his messenger bag at her question.

“i have some.”

“do you know where the bathroom is?”

“o-of course,” he shot up from his desk, “i’ll show you.”

she followed him out of the classroom, watching as he quickly notified the hall monitor to keep an eye on his class before leading her to the staff break room.

he showed her where the extra utensils, plates and mini fridge were-as well as some extra snacks-before showing her the bathroom last.

he seemed embarrassed about this when-in reality-she hadn’t even needed to go. she just wanted to get him alone.

he shook his head, speaking in his typical monotonous fashion, “i’m sorry, you probably needed to go right away-“

“you’re fine,” she gently placed her hand on his elbow, “honestly, you’ve been so helpful with everything. i’m glad i even got this opportunity in the first place.”

she watched his partially open mouth close as his dark purple eyes dropped to her hand. before he could speak, someone else entered the room.

she quickly dropped her hand.

it was another teacher, mr. benson. she’d seen him send off other students during pick up time.

he immediately whistled at the sight of her, “yoo choso, who is this?”

she smiled tightly, hating when other people talked around her like that.

“this is k-“ he glanced at her before continuing, “ms. everest. she’s shadowing my class.”

“oh wow! nice to meet you, ms. everest. i’m dan benson.”

he noticed that she didn’t offer him her hand to shake, but she did offer him a genial smile.

“right back at you, mr. benson.”

dan came to his classroom a lot after that. well, as much as he could anyway—which was hard since elementary school children usually demanded their teachers attention 24/7.

so it was usually around lunch time when he came to bug them. which usually consisted of him talking at choso while he ate and then roping kaori into unwanted conversation.

well, to be fair, it wasn’t like the conversation was boring but kaori was the worst when it came to people that she had a bad first impression of. it took her a lot to like them even if they tried.

but generally-all things aside-dan was a nuisance. it only took her a few days to figure out he’d be useless for her plans since he didn’t actually know much—about choso anyway.

just as the last kid grabbed their lunch bag and followed the hall monitor out the classroom to the cafeteria, kaori stood up from her desk. her desk was adjacent to choso’s and just about half the size of his.

he watched her stand.

“um-is it okay if i close the door?”

usually he left it open, allowing anyone who walked by to glance inside or wander in if they wanted—and boy did dan take advantage of that.

he held her gaze for a moment, “sure.”

she walked across the room, purposefully walking with a certain gait since she knew she was being watched. she closed the door only to jump when she heard his voice directly behind her.

“dan’s not coming, if that’s what your worried about.”

her eyes widened as she turned around. he was merely a foot away from her, his empty water bottle in hand. she hadn’t even heard him walk..

she finally found her words, “really?”

he nodded, “i asked him to come less frequently.”

she was a bit hesitant to ask but asked anyway, “why?”

“he talks too much.”

they stared at each other for a long moment before she started laughing. the corner of his mouth twitched.

she placed her hand over her chest, “i didn’t want to say it but yes he really does.”

he smiled subtly, “he usually comes by once a week but everyday.. is too much.”

she opened the door for him, knowing his ritual of going to the staff room to re-fill his water bottle.

she tilted her head, “i’m glad we agree.”

if it was silence he wanted during lunch breaks, it certainly wasn’t what he got. they talked, a lot.

he knew she was a college student, with both in-person and online classes. that she was a commuter. that her friends were mostly her high school friends and she hated that fact. he knew she struggled to make new friends and he told her not to worry because he was the same.

she knew he had an apartment. that he had a younger brother in high school, whom he wanted to go to her college since it was nearby. he didn’t have any pets-because he was afraid of the responsibility (ha!). he liked to play the piano. and he really really valued his alone time.

he was truly comfortable in his introvertedness, and something about that made her appreciate him more.

he was truly content with his life. she could tell by the way he spoke about his job and family—well, just his brother but he was truly fond of him. and he didn’t take the responsibility of being an older brother lightly-it almost made her feel like she wasn’t doing enough for shi.

it was truly no wonder he was so good with kids.

watching the way he was with kids made her start to warm up to them as well. she began to look forward to her shadowing days more than she thought and she could only hope he did too.

ugh, the truth was she wanted him bad. the more she talked to him, the worse her crush got.

it got so bad that she started to wear tighter things during her shadowing gig. not that she already hadn’t been—but it was definitely more skimpier than before. like a dress-shirt that was a little too short-revealing a sliver of her navel-or a long sleeve thin enough to show the color of her lacey bra. or a fitted v-neck sweater that ran a little too low at the chest.

god she was a mess. but she couldn’t help but mess with him.

one time she knew he was walking near her and she dropped a toy block on purpose, bending over right as he passed.

she only saw a glimpse of him-through her peripheral vision-but he immediately stopped. from the quarter of his face she saw he was beet-red by the time she straightened, giving him enough room to pass.

ugh, but it wasn’t enough. it wasn’t nearly enough. she wanted him and she wanted him to want her just as much. the semester was almost over and she didn’t know what to do.

pathetically enough, she landed in shiloh’s room. she watched her younger sister play with toy cars in front of a multi-level barbie palace on the floor.

she lay beside her, resting her face on her propped hands, “shi, what do i do?” she sighed.

shi made her cars stop, “do whot?”

kaori eyed her, “i don’t like mr.kamo.”

shi’s doll-like eyes widened and kaori already knew she was in trouble.

“liar.”

“huhhh?” that was the last response kaori ever expected, “did you just call your big sis a liar??”

she shrugged, resuming her task of making two toy cars smash into each other, “you like kamo, i like kamo.”

she stared at shi in stunned silence. in truth, shi and her had gotten closer ever since she began to shadow his class. in fact, shi went to her first sometimes when she needed help, which was a feat considering how much she liked ��mr.kamo’. even at home she noticed shi wanted to spend more time with her. she supposed that was another thing to credit mr.kamo for.

god, why do i keep thinking of him?!

kaori sighed, placing her head down on the floor. “i need help.” she mumbled to herself.

here she was thinking about a kindergarten teacher while she had untouched college homework and upcoming finals to worry about.

she felt a toy car glide through her hair, “mista kamo help you, kamo help me when i sad.”

“thanks shi.” -_-

kaori was cleaning up the toys left on the carpet while the kids were at recess. it was nice to have some peace and quiet-or what would’ve been if mr. benson hadn’t decided to pop by.

in truth, she didn’t mind him as much now-since he came by less frequently-but whenever he did come he usually had interesting staff drama to share. she loved to eavesdrop on those convos even though choso seemed like he could care less.

to be honest he rarely looked like he cared about anything—or even, alive at that. except for when he was with the kids and during their little conversations (maybe she was just delusional).

she couldn’t help but believe it though. especially when she swore he was starting to smile more. she noticed he always smiled at her whenever she dealt with an issue amongst the kids—she hadn’t realized it’d become second nature for her to look to him to see if she’d done something right.

he was never a second late to offer her silent reassurance whether it be a nod or now, a smile. god, i am such a simp.

“bars?” his monotonous voice pierced through her thoughts, “you know i don’t go to bars.”

“oh, c’monn. its my birthday and i haven’t gotten shit-faced in a while. besides you haven’t met my new girlfriend, nai, yet. i really want you to meet her.”

she instinctively turned around, watching choso’s wide back-which faced her-as he seemed to be shuffling things around in his messenger bag. appearing to look for something.

“bars really aren’t my thing, benson.” he sounded distracted.

she placed the last of the displaced toys in the bin before standing up. dan immediately spotted her.

“kaori! you should come too. are you free this friday?”

choso immediately went still at that, glancing over his shoulder to find kaori right next to him. in her hand was the pen he’d been looking for.

he took it expressionlessly, though he couldn’t describe the turmoil he was feeling inside. it was a nonsensical thing really, but he had a habit of only bringing one pen with him wherever he went. he liked to use it until its last drop of ink before picking up another one.

and she’d found the exact pen he’d been using. he hadn’t even stated that he was looking for it and she’d known.

it wasn’t any of the pens from the cup-holder either, even though they all looked the same. it was the one with only a little bit of ink left, the exact amount he’d remembered seeing when he used it last.

he sure it was just a random compulsion of his, but to think she'd noticed...

“thank you.” he murmured.

she merely nodded before facing dan, “depends, what are you inviting me to?”

“my birthdays on friday and im inviting a few friends and colleagues out for dinner. we might hit a few bars after as well.”

dan suddenly paused, “wait, your over twenty one right?”

“yes.” lie.

“sweet,” he grinned, “then you should totally come.”

she leaned against choso’s desk, crossing her arms—completely unaware of choso’s eyes boring into her, “sure, i’ll come.”

“forreal? great! i’ll add you to the reservation.” dan whipped out his phone, appearing to do just that as he went on, “i’ll have choso forward you the details since he’s coming.”

“i am?” choso muttered.

“yes,” dan confirmed without a second’s hesitation. “you are, because you love and support me and cuz i’m your favorite co-worker.”

kaori pursed her lips to hold in her laugh.

choso rubbed his chin, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

it was friday, the day of the dinner and choso still hadn’t forwarded her the details. she wasn’t sure if that was his way of saying he didn’t want her to come.

she currently stood outside the school, beside him. waiting for the last few kids parents to show up before she could take shi and head on home herself.

she finally built the nerve to ask him, “mr. kamo?”

he glanced over at her, “yes?”

“do you mind sending me the details for tonight’s dinner?”

she stared ahead as he faced her. she could feel him examining her as she bent over to let one of kids know that their parent was here and waved them off.

she looked back at him once the kid made it safely to their parents arms.

“you still want to go?” he asked, somewhat monotonously.

“yeah,” she then added, “do you not want me to?”

“no, no,” he shook his head, as if just now realizing that that was how his words could perceived, “i just don’t want you to feel obligated to that’s all.”

she laughed lightly, “i don’t feel obligated, don’t worry. i would never feel forced to show up to a party.”

he sighed, “right.”

she smiled a bit, “a birthday dinner won’t kill you, i promise.”

“how are you certain.”

her smile widened at his attempt at humor, “i’m not, but i’ll be there? it’s your job shadow’s duty to follow you around and help out right?”

his eyes narrowed doubtfully, “sounds too good to be true.”

was he flirting? his voice rumbled too much to tell. goddammit, why’d his voice have to be so deep?

she laughed, internally refraining from responsing with all the things her flirt-wired brain wanted to say as she spoke, “i’ll see you tonight, mr. kamo.”

he nodded before glancing down at shi-who was holding onto his finger. he usually let kaori go home when all the kids but shi had left.

he offered shi the most handsome smile, “bye, lo-lo.”

shiloh let go of his finger to clutch his leg, “bye kamokamo.”

just as shiloh let go of him and held onto her finger. she felt a firm hand grasp her elbow.

“wait.”

kaori glanced back, her heart immediately racing.

“do you need a ride? for tonight?”

yes in more ways than one, mr. kamo.

she quickly shook her head. she was hoping he would ask but she wanted to keep him on his toes-for now, “that’s alright. thank you though.”

he let go of her, “ ‘course.”

she stepped into the restaurant, feeling like an absolute bombshell. she knew there was no coming back from this but that was fine. she only had one more week left with him and it was all she could think about.

she wore a slip-style maroon mini dress that had the thinnest black straps known to man. there was a black net ruching at the bodice of the dress, emphasizing her bust just right. she’d used some heat on her hair as well, keeping her sparse bangs and layers swept in a way that made her look effortless yet feminine.

(a/n: in case anyone was curious here is the dress inspo)

she pressed her lips together, making sure her lipstick was still intact as she followed the waiter. she walked with perfect ease in her heels as the waiter gestured towards their private table.

she briefly adjusted her shrug before letting her eyes sweep over everyone at the table.

dan’s eyes brightened, “kaori!”

she saw his head turn in her peripheral vision before she met his gaze. his hair was down—my god, his hair is down. it looked so good, his hair was just a little shorter than her own length.

he wore a fitted, dark gray dress-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and she couldn’t perceive much else because she felt him looking at her. she watched his dark purple eyes take her in. his eyes gliding down her face, her neck, her chest and everything below before finding her eyes once again. the light flush on his cheeks-under his face tattoo-was all she wanted.

she greeted everyone but him at first, before making her way to the empty seat beside him. she sat down, easily slipping off her shrug to hang it over the back of her chair before facing him.

his dark eyes were already on her and she smiled gently, “hi, mr. kamo.”

“ms. everest.” he greeted.

she leaned back in her seat, “i think it’s alright if you call me kaori here.”

“is it.”

she nodded before reaching over to take the champagne flute and take a sip. the restaurant was nice, it was inside a hotel and she had to pass a lot of floors in the elevator to get here.

but nothing was as nice as the man beside her. she didn’t know what cologne he was wearing but god it was making her wet. it didn’t help that his dress-shirt was slightly more unbuttoned at the collar than at work. she swore she could see a peek of his chiseled chest. and the swell of his triceps above his rolled up sleeves?? she'd already guessed the man was built from the subtle outline of his body she’d perceived but—this built?

she just wanted to rip his shirt off.

“kaori,” he said, with that typical deep riff to his tone. she already wanted to hear him say it again, “you can call me choso.”

finally. she smirked slightly, “choso.”

she tilted her head, “i’ve never seen you with your hair down.”

something at the corner of his lip flickered, “i’ve never seen you in a dress.”

that was true. and almost as if it were instinct she watched his eyes glance down to her legs. it was then she realized that her mini dress had hiked up now that she was sitting—an ample amount of her smooth legs free for him to see.

totally not a planned occurrence ;)

he immediately looked away, she didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened.

“do you like it?” she asked innocently.

he didn’t answer right away. he seemed to consider something before he spoke.

“it looks nice.”

of course he would say that. she wanted to smack him in the forehead, but no. this was how he was, and it ultimately made this a lot more fun than she intended for it to be.

she rested her head on her propped hand, “your hair down looks nice too.”

not that she ever minded his hair up in those two spiky ponytails. she’d already asked him why he styled it like that and his answer was simple—the kids loved it.

“thank you.” he muttered.

“when did you get here?”

“just five minutes before you.”

“not bad.”

“i’m surprised you're as early as you are.”

she grinned. she usually was the type to be chronically late to everything. she honestly didn’t know how she had a job, or this job shadowing gig.

“i wasn’t gonna ditch you, don’t worry.”

he squinted at her and she smiled.

“what did you gift him?” she asked.

“i paid for his gym membership for the rest of the year.”

her eyes widened, “what?”

he shrugged, “we both go to the same gym-sometimes together but rarely.”

the thought of him getting all sweaty in the gym… should not have made her feel the way it did. she had to see that in person one day. and maybe help him with cardio.

god, she needed to calm down. maybe taking a few hits from her dab pen wasn’t the best idea.

she lightly tapped her nails against her empty champagne flute, “are you gonna get anything to drink?”

“i did but it doesn’t taste that great.”

he pushed a multi-colored drink towards her. she hadn’t even noticed it was on the table but now that it was in front of her she couldn't help but find the drink rather aesthetic.

“you picked this?” she asked, humor interlaced in her tone. most guys she knew would call something that looked like this a girl drink.

“are you judging?”

“not at all.” she moved the straw between her lips, “what is this?”

“a zombie cocktail apparently.”

she laughed before taking a sip. the flavors that burst into her mouth were quite welcoming.

“mmm, this is good. what are you on about?” she lightheartedly asked before drinking more.

“it’s too sweet for me,” he stated airily, “maybe it’s because i’m hungry.”

hungry for what?

she closed her eyes, sipping the drink until it was done. she set the empty glass down, “i’m hungry too.”

she was using a handkerchief to pat away any crumbs from her lips when dan whisper-yelled, “guys there’s actually a bar downstairs. let’s go, okay? let’s go.”

he was already drunk. he wasn’t able to sit still when the waiters came by to sing happy birthday, but she was able to get a funny video.

his girlfriend, nai, wiped a bit of marinara sauce from the corner of his lip.

“alright, alright, fool. they heard you. we’re all gonna go in a bit.”

she was in the elevator, staring up at him. somehow they’d gotten placed like this.

the elevator was packed with their crew so she couldn’t fault him but-god, when he was this close all she could smell was his cologne. something about it was sexy, bitter and masculine, intriguing in a way she couldn’t describe.

they’d been talking all night and she didn’t want it to end. a pang went through her as she remembered they only had one more week together. one more week until her job shadowing with him would end.

“you okay?” his voice seemed to travel down her temple.

she tried not to take note of how he had to lean a bit lower to speak to her. she glanced up at him again, prying her eyes off his chest.

“yeah.” her voice sounded weak and breathy to her own ears.

she didn’t know how he managed to hear her amongst the ruckus going on in the elevator especially with dan’s loud, drunk-ass but he did.

“you don’t have to go to the bar if you don’t want to.”

a flirty retort rested on the tip of her tongue, but her nerves suddenly came fizzling through. it was hard to think when he stood so close, and looked down at her like that.

“i- i want to.”

she watched him search her face.

“okay.”

the bartender handed her the drink.

“thanks.” she responded with a bright smile.

“i don’t think you should drink anymore than that.”

she glanced over to see choso seated on the stool beside her. he didn't know about her tolerance, and nor did he know that she was technically underage drinking butttt that was a problem for another time.

she tilted her head, “are you worried about me?”

she watched him run his teeth over his bottom lip, “depends. should i be?”

“does it look like i’m drunk?” she asked.

he observed her for a moment before answering, “not really but.. you’ve definitely drank enough to be.”

“what, can your wallet not handle it?” the drinks were really loosening her up.

he grinned-and something about it kicked off the most unruly butterflies in her gut.

she suddenly straightened in her seat, “honestly though, why won’t you let me pay for myself?”

she cradled the drink in her hands as she mumbled, “it’s not like we’re on a date.”

he easily removed the drink from her hands and set it back down on the bar. she knew he was afraid she would drop it.

she couldn’t help but notice how he sat facing her, his head resting on his propped arm. it was a small thing really but something about having all of his attention at once..

his low voice cut through the noise, “do i have to take you on a date to pay for you?”

she opened her mouth, ready to say whatever came to her tongue first until a man approached her.

she couldn’t hear what he said, all she noticed was the stark contrast of choso’s countenance now to when it was just them before. his jaw was clenched and the tilt of his lips betrayed a rather harsh annoyance.

she’d never seen him look this.. hostile.

she saw choso’s mouth move but couldn’t hear his response. all she knew was that his words were rather curt. no humor in them. no smile. no smile.

her fingertips touched his lips and his eyes flickered towards her.

all of the previous tension suddenly melted away from his features, “you didn’t want to talk to him right?” he asked lightly.

she shook her head.

“good.” he muttered against her fingers before he catching her wrist. he lowered her hand to her leg and lingered there a moment longer than he should’ve. his fingertips grazed her thigh, her skin was just so.. so soft.

he meant to quickly pull his hand away but suddenly she moved her hand was over his. keeping his palm flat against her smooth thigh.

“let’s go somewhere else.” she murmured quietly. he swore her eyes sparkled under the bar lights.

he was glad she said it because he wanted to leave too. he didn’t like all those leering eyes… on her.

it made him mad in a way that was different from the times he’d gotten mad before. he didn’t want to think too hard about it.

“let’s go.”

“kaori-“ he glanced over to see her in the passenger seat, her back partially facing him.

“kaori.” he repeated. she still didn’t turn around.

he reached over then, gently moving her hair aside with his knuckles before noticing that she was passed out.

shit.

he knew he could just look up her address in his student directory due to shiloh but.. she lived with her parents. how would her parents react to seeing him there? he assumed she’d already told them she was his voluntary teacher aide at this point, right?

he frowned. he couldn’t be too sure with her. what if she hadn’t told her parents she was out at a birthday dinner—or that she was staying out late at all? did she drive here herself?

he drove around the parking lot, eyeing the cars. he didn’t spot her car.

he pulled over then, glancing at her beside him once more. she lay curled up on the seat now, her legs drawn against her chest, with her hand loosely over her purse and shrug. her sparkly eyeshadow glimmering in the dim car lights.

kaori kaori kaori

she felt a something soft get thrown over her and immediately woke up. she quickly sat up, only to feel a firm hand grasp her shoulder.

“it’s me.”

he watched her anxious expression completely melt away the second she saw him. something inside him softened at the sight.

“did i.. fall asleep?”

he nodded, “yeah in my car.”

he reached for the glass of water on the coffee table and handed it to her. she gulped it down, taking long sips before setting it down and patting the couch space beside her.

he complied, outstretching his arms atop of the backrest as he plopped down. he was rather exhausted, his social battery was shot for the night.

she couldn’t help but take note of the few inches between them. she watched him lean his head back and close his eyes. he looked so relaxed. his adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he exhaled slowly.

her eyes dropped down to the few open buttons at his collar. had he opened more? she just wanted to open them all.

she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to gather herself before she opening them again to look around. his place was sparsely decorated but not entirely empty. it looked minimalistic, modern.

she was finally here.

“you have a nice place.” she complimented. truly, it suited him.

“thanks.” his voice rumbled before he raised his head and looked at her. “i- i can take you home if your ready.”

she shook her head, “i’m not ready..”

she kicked off the blanket off and stretched her legs atop his lap. “i think i need to rest more.”

his eyes immediately went to her legs, fuck, he wanted to touch them. he was supposed to move her off but..

he closed his eyes and moved her legs off of him, “kaori-“

“why do you do that?” suddenly she was straddling him, her pretty face right above his and her hands propped atop his shoulders. her groin merely inches above his.

his eyes were wide, “kaori-!”

“no.” she cupped his chin.

his eyes dropped down to see that her dress had hiked all the way up, above her hips. revealing the tiniest sexiest lace black panties he’d ever seen. he nearly groaned.

she yanked his chin up, “look at me.” she demanded.

“i am.”

his voice was so husky she nearly caved and kissed him but no- he needed to listen first. especially since his hands were digging into the couch’s backrest like his life depended on it. he was still holding back.

“why do you act like you don’t want me?” she demanded.

his dark purple eyes narrowed, “you already know everyone wants you.” he spat.

one of her hands fisted his collar as she leaned close. her face was directly above his now, her chest close to his chin.

“then why didn’t you act on it?”

“you’re my aide, for fucks sake. the sibling of one of my students. there’s too many—“ he flushed, barely able to get his words out, “-it's not app-“

she grabbed his collar tighter, her glare sharpening, “that didn’t stop you from thinking about me though, did it?”

his eyebrows skyrocketed.

"did you think i didn't see the way you look at me?"

"what way?"

"you check me out every morning."

his flush deepened as he gritted out, "do all your shirts have to be so tight?"

"if you had a problem you should've said so."

"you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"what are you gonna do about it?"

she felt his muscles contract underneath her hand at his shoulder but he quickly looked away, “kaori, stop.”

he didn't meet her eyes until she loosened her grip on his collar.

“i-i’m a virgin.”

“what?” she nearly shouted.

his face was nearly crimson now, but she didn’t care. she didn’t understand how that was possible but something about the vulnerability and embarrassment in his expression made her believe him.

"is that supposed to stop me.." she murmured while cupping his chin, "that didn't stop you, did it? you still thought of me when you touched yourself didn't you."

“kaori—“ his eyes were blown wide, his breath staggering.

she lowered her hips slightly, still not touching his groin.

her hand slid down to his chest, “i still think you know what to do..”

she was careful to only use her fingertips when she played with the zipper of his pants.

“i think you know exactly what you wanna do to me..” she whispered, tearing the last shred of self restraint he had.

she almost screamed when he ripped off her panties with one firm tug of his fist. he unzipped his pants so fast it was just a blur, any shred of control she thought she had over the situation was torn away the second he grabbed her hips and sank her down on his cock.

he stared at her open mouth as she dug her nails into his shoulders. he was so fucking big, she couldn’t think.

she glanced down to see that he’d only managed to fit half of himself inside. half? wtf—there’s more? she glanced at him to see he was panting. his hands on her hips slowly raising her before bringing her down again, making her bounce on his cock.

“you feel so fucking good, kaori.” his fingers digging into her soft hips as his cock twitched.

“so tight.” he breathed out haggardly, still dragging her up and down his cock.

she kept a hand on his shoulder as she placed the other over his on her hip. she tried to move her hips with him but her thighs kept trembling.

she pressed her forehead against his, a low whine coming from her as he picked up the pace.

“y-your so fucking big, you know that?” she whined, biting her lower lip to keep her moans together. his cockhead was bumping into her most sensitive spots and she was trying not to think about the rest of his cock fitting inside of her.

“you got me like this.” he grumbled, “s’your fault.”

suddenly he forced her hips lower and she shrieked, “choso-!”

his lips were on her—kissing her hard, as his cock pumped fast and deep inside her. he kept her hips still as he fucked her. using all the strength his legs to let out his frustration. he would’ve nutted in her the second he got inside if he hadn’t masterbated before the dinner.

and yet, he was already close.

she broke the kiss, clutching his shoulders as she moaned and whined prettily. her long fingernails digging into his skin, sparking little bouts of pain that only made him thrust faster.

“c-chose! p-please-nnnngh! t’much—ugghh!”

he couldn’t think. it was like something else had taken over inside him. all he wanted was her, her.

the tip of his cock twitched inside her.

her nails dug into the back of his head, “choso, unnghh-y-you have to pull out���hnnngh, fuck! so good-“

he pounded into her the fastest his hips could let him. his cock was drenched in her juices, her body felt so fucking hot—so perfectly wet. her pussy was coiling around him like it wanted him to cum.

so he did, he couldn’t think. merely spewing thick loads of cum straight into her warmth.

she gaped, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt all of it. so much cum fill up her narrow insides. she felt it leak down her inner thighs and shivered. shivered hard enough that he held her shoulders.

“kaori,” he panted. his face was flushed, strands hair dark hair pasted to his forehead. “kaori.”

he pressed his forehead into hers, “m’sorry,” he lightly moved her hair out of her face as she fell into him.

“i can't—couldn’t stop,” he panted before groaning slightly as he shifted his hips, his cock still inside her. her insides were coiling and un-coiling around him. “you feel.. too good.”

suddenly she was upright, kissing him desperately, like her life depended on it. she hugged him tight, slipping her arms around him as he gripped her hair, keeping her lips on his as his cock drilled into her once more.

she was naked now, her hands flat against the table as his cock bullied into her.

she pressed her head down on the table, “f-fuck!”

his cock slammed in and out of her at lightspeed. she was sure he’d made all of himself fit inside her at this point. especially since she felt his balls slap her cunt with each rough fuck. he truly did fuck like he was pent up for a while.

she wasn’t sure if she could take it.

he groaned as she tightened around him. her juices squirting all over the place as he continued to bully her pussy.

she moaned so fucking loudly, she would’ve been embarrassed if she was watching herself.

he gripped her hips hard enough to hurt, she was sure there was going to be bruises later. his forehead pressed into the crown of her head, one his large hands cupping hers over the table.

“this is what you wanted right? hmm?”

he gritted out, his cock slamming into her at a punishing pace.

“y-yes! nnnnh-ohmy ohmy godnnchoso! choso!”

she came again, cumming so hard her legs shook and she no longer could lay still if he hadn’t been gripping her hips.

his voice was ragged, “good girl.”

she was spread open, on full display for him on his bed. she stared up at him and his muscular body as his cock moved inside of her. the insides of her thighs sticky with his cum.

“choso,” she moaned, weakly shaking her arms which were held down by his own. his fingers interlaced with hers.

“m’close, baby, i’m close.” he murmured into her cheek.

her back arched as she felt it. she felt his cockhead twitch inside of her and she knew she was gonna get addicted. addicted to feeling so full of his hot sticky cum, addicted to feeling so stretched by his thick curved cock.

“nnnnggggggh,” she whined. she was gonna loose it.

the bed shook his cock pounded into her. he knew the neighbors were gonna give him shit for the noisy headboard later but fuck, the way her tits swung with each rough fuck. god, he never thought he would get to see them.

nor did he think he would get to mark up the pretty skin of her neck. or kiss her so hard that lips would swell. she looked like a goddess, just waiting to get undone.

her tear stained eyes stared up at him, “kiss me, choso.” she begged. the simple order making his chest bloom with wanton.

he kissed her, with a bruising intensity. so forceful that he couldn’t hear how loud the noises of them fucking were. only focused on the feeling of her. of how her pussy suctioned his cock like it was made for him, like it craved him.

he groaned, pressing her body deep into the sheets as he ground his cock into her. spewing load after load in her perfect little cunt.

she awoke to his face in her neck and his firm arms wrapped around her chest. he was clutching her like she would escape.

she shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable only for him to squeeze one of her tits.

“stop moving.” he grumbled sleepily.

she froze before everything from last night flipped through her memory and she smiled girlishly.

she glanced over at him, at the head of dark hair buried in her neck and the broad back that followed it. she didn’t miss all the nail marks embedded in his skin.

now that he was finally shirtless she could see that his arms were truly a work of art. each muscle protruding against his pale skin and his veins—something about the way they traveled down his forearms made her swoon.

she bit her lower lip, “can i use the bathroom, mr. kamo?”

she felt him shift on the bed, groaning grumpily before mumbling, “you can’t shadow me after this.”

“that’s fine, we only had a week left anyway.”

he seemed to freeze at that, before raising his head from her shoulder, “you seem.. too okay with that.”

she turned over, resisting the urge to smile the second she saw his face. he was just so handsome— his dark hair was barely messy, merely framing his neck and face in a way that made him look like a hot biker. and the hickeys on his neck—myyy, she’d forgotten she’d done those.

she bit her lower lip to hide her grin once again, “well i got what i wanted out of it.”

he raised his brows, “what?”

she resisted the urge to laugh, “wellll there’s kind of a lot i should probably tell you.”

he leaned back more, as if wanting to clearly see her face as she said this. the crease in his brow deepened, “like?”

“you can’t get mad at me.”

“oh great." he shook his head as he joked sardonically, "as long as you don’t tell me you’re a minor i’m fine.”

“well..”

his face dropped.

“joking!” she giggled, “i’m joking. i’m actually nineteen.”

“what?!” he exclaimed, “i saw your ID. your twenty three.”

“that’s actually my fake ID.”

he ran a hand through his hair as he sat up straight, “christ, your closer to my little brothers age than mine.”

she followed him up, only to wince when her body suddenly ached all over. she decided to stay laying down, merely reaching her arm out to rest atop his leg.

“listen, i’m sorry. i should’ve told you but i just didn’t know how to bring it up-“

“that means you were drinking underage last night.” he was frowning.

she clutched his hand, “yes, i was. but who doesn’t?”

his frown turned into a glare.

she squeezed his hand, “choso, please! just hear me out. i know i shouldn’t have lied but i really like you.. i liked you the second i saw you and i wanted to get close to you but i didn’t know how.”

“you liked me the second you saw me?” he repeated doubtfully. “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“if i asked for your number the first day we met, would you have given it to me?” she asked while playing with his fingers.

he opened his mouth, eager to say 'yes' until it dawned on him. "..no."

"exactly. conflict of interest, right?"

his brows furrowed as he contemplated the situation. he chuckled dryly, "so that's why you asked to shadow me, hm? get some teachers-ed experience and talk to some eye-candy." he shook his head, "two birds, one stone."

“welllll,” she felt her face heat up, “i’m actually just a math major.”

“…and an education major. you double majored in both.”

“nope,” she pursed her lips, “just a math major.”

“WHAT?!”

[rcbirthiisms]

It occurs to them, entirely too late, that they've been rude. Which, okay, it should have occurred to them sooner. There were better ways to word the question--still are, surely, though the exact words evade them. Shiloh shrugs, mouth opening and closing a bit as they search for a decent response. "I mean, not--just--" Fingers to their mouth to stop their own stuttering, they pause. "There's nothing wrong with it, really. It just seems... vibrant? For the occasion?"

prompt: "What's with the shirt?" featuring: @rcbirthiisms !

dudley glances quickly down at the shirt in question, as if it's about to jump up at him, but can't see anything in particular that's out of the ordinary. "what d'you mean?" he pulls it down a little self-consciously, trying to brush out some of the more egregious creases, hand finally going to the collar in case that's gotten in a tangle. it's a bit more dressed up than he's used to, that much is true, but he didn't think it was that much of a big deal. "what's wrong with it?"

[divisicn]

@tristanacer asked 👫

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

Do not leave these two alone for a video call meeting. They will turn off the video and audio. They will create paper airplanes and then test the distance they fly. Turning on audio to answer any questions before going back to what they were doing. If the call is a waste of time, they will 100% send whoever started the meeting a glitter bomb or dick gummies.

Shiloh is in charge of music in the apartment due to her vast collection. Tristan has learned what K-pop is and also learned he really does not enjoy the animated Barbie movie's music.

Their apartment is a 2 bedroom 1 bath 970 sq ft. They both have their own rooms because both sleep totally differently. Sometimes, they will stay in the other's bed. But Shiloh likes having her own bed once and a while so she will never get rid of her own space.

Shiloh worked for a short time on Tristan's dad's farm after Tristan left town when they were younger. Neither have really ever brought it up to Tristan or mentioned it because it was just not important. She has a pig on the farm named Butch that she sends his dad money to keep fed.

[amberdickie]

Shelby: "You can't just hurt people because you're bored!"

Scott: "Give me one good reason why I can't"

Shelby: "Because it's evil!"

Scott: "Shelby, Shelby... do you need a reminder on what kind of world you live in?"

-Empires Lifesteal AU-

Shelby is short because she is half gnome. She is 4 ft 7. Scott is an elf and is 6 ft 8 (which was his canon height in ESMP 1). Shrub also exists in this AU, but Shelby and Shrub are not the same character. They are technically sisters.

For context on what this was about, Scott was invited by fWhip to go and cause havoc, and maybe burn down a village. Scott is all for it. Shelby doesn't agree though.

(Also, yes, I am Shiloh. It's my online name, although I do use Amber as well, which is my real name. Mystro is a friend of mine)

[eucharist-eulogy]

List your friends muses out of context (I might’ve sent this before but I forgot)

You did lol, dw bout it im just studying n posted this as a break opp

if there was a world record for highest concentration of menace to body size, she’d get it. Also stairwell moment

Do sonas count? You have a world record for the longest… well, lots of things (also come back -grabs straitjacket-)

HUSBAND /p /pos

the cutest bakery girl pls hold me in your strong arms

purple devil

best sop sorry i like him mean /j also hi frenchie with wrinkles

I NEED MORE STRONG WOMEN TO CARRYME PLEASE I NEEEEEED IT /ref also i have mochi pspsps

A God. Do you know how little that narrows it down/j oh wait nevermind he killed the auntie.

cereal. Cereal. CEREAL.

LEAVE SHILOH ALONE YOU FLUFFY CRITTER WITH DRAWING SKILLS /j /lh

hackerman with a beanie and trauma. Then again he’s not the only one with trauma, get in line.

most normal mun. have a easter egg

Liam harem starter, ft the frenchies

His hair is a lightshow. I love it tho

ma’am GET OF THE TRAIN FLOOR ITS DIRTY

Man has infinite rizz except with this one lady. Proceeds to pull the most crazy shit.

Elsa but male and daughterless

pinkest pink im so sorry for you /gen /lh

imagine having a whole AXE and STILL dying. Sorry ma’am but L.

Woman has an eye addiction and whipping addiction but she got no one to take the pE e pE rs eyes from

rizzman with a harem and an american dream

fatherless. Motherless. Parentless. FAMILYLESS.

Do you think he weighs as much as an otter or…

evil watermelon.

british so girlfailure she has to fight with the irish guyfailure

i want her shoes to stomp on karens.

cutie but she called your friend dying a canon event

russian’th? Woman where is yo id. No woman, I’m not afraid of magic spider webs.

smol. elaine jr

pink jesus

I remember I remember I am trapped help me save me help me. . Do i look cute?

samurai man with three arms

we do not talk about your neon pink partner, mister bartender

doggie man we lov

(edit: IT FUCKING CUT FOR SOME REAODN RATTLES)

[fbfh]

light up the dark [VIIII] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 3.8k

genre: found family/domestic fluff, smut, sitcom shenanegins

pairing: Leo Valdez x goth gf!child of eros!reader

warnings: tooth rotting found family domestic bliss, brief mention of c*lypso, too many emotions make dr. skudworth ~uncomfortable~, penetrative sex, grinding, making out, riding Leo like a motherfucking cowboy, gratuitous handjobs, sub!leo, top!reader, cervix kissing, aftercare, kisses and cuddles, reader is emotionally constipated, getting caught

summary: the morning after the attack, you're greeted with coffee, domestic bliss, and a box full of weapons. That night, you sneak into Leo's room for some much needed stress relief, only to be met with a surprise on your way out.

song recs: soft skin - timmies ft. shiloh, something I need - onerepublic, to noise making (sing) - hozier, without love you can save the world - crazy ex girlfriend (kind of applies)

a/n: i'm in therapy now so yall can stop worrying about me! yay! coming out of bad burnout ahahaha sexy bitches get burnout :p

tags: @magcon7280 @yesv01 @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @yelenabel0vaswife @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33  @jacksondeeznuts @girlfriendwhoseawitch @urmum-xoxo @Asunnyhunny @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony  @i-dont-remember-a-lot  @chasingpj @1dpjohoohp @mystic-writings   @babiesimagines @dreamerball @demirunner @if-only-i-was-fictional @girlfriendwhoseawitch

You expect it to be quiet the day after the attack. You expect it to be still and gray outside, as if the weather itself was allowing you a moment after what happened. But as you shuffle into the kitchen with soft, fuzzy socked steps, birds chirp outside as the sun rises as and morning progresses like nothing happened at all. You find everyone talking in the kitchen, unpacking the contents of a large cardboard box. You’re barely awake, and the smell of juice and coffee and toast wafts through the room, starting to pull you from your groggy stupor to your senses. 

“Morning,” Leo says, catching your eye with a warm smile that makes your stomach flip as you slowly make your way to the fridge in a desperate search for coffee. You flash a smile back briefly, humming in agreement. It’s so early that your defenses aren’t all the way up yet, and that small gesture is more than enough to send little firecrackers of warmth fizzing through you. You feel the caffeine gradually entering your system as you watch them take everything out of the box, assessing it as they go. A short while later, by the time you’re done with your coffee there’s an array of weapons, smaller boxes, bottles and containers strewn across the table.

During their discussions of the box and its contents, Leo makes a point to explain about how ambrosia, nectar, and the different weapons and metals work. Everyone else supplements as he goes, and soon, you know just about as much as they do. For a moment, you briefly considered trying a little bit of ambrosia or nectar to fix this terrible burning ripping ache in your upper back. It hurts worse than cutting teeth and feels like your bones are grinding against each other, but after hearing about the consequences of what ambrosia and nectar can do to you, you decide against it. It's probably not worth the risk. You were also mildly concerned it might somehow make you feel worse, which is the last thing you need right now. 

"So," Frank asks, watching your eyes roam over the various weapons laid out before you, "see anything you like?"

At the other end of the table, Percy chuckles, taking a sip of his coke.

"Yeah, you're gonna need one…" he says, nodding at them. You take a closer look, your eyes quickly landing on the shotgun resting in the middle of the table. It seems like the obvious choice, and you stare at it for a moment. You pick it up, inspecting it as a chuckle passes through the room. 

“Chiron will be happy to hear that,” Annabeth says, remembering how long that gun has sat in the weapons shed, “he’s been trying to get rid of that thing for years.” 

After Frank goes over how it works and all the usual gun and weapon safety, supplemented by Piper and Hazel, you take your new weapon, getting a feel for it. It’s a little awkward, trying to find a way to carry it that doesn’t feel clunky or uncomfortable. 

“So, what? Am I just supposed to walk around with this tucked under my arm like a newspaper?” you ask rhetorically. Hazel takes it, inspecting it for something. 

“A lot of weapons are enchanted,” she starts, brow furrowing with concentration, “so you can carry them around easier, hide them from mortals…” she murmurs, fiddling around with it until she finds what she’s looking for. 

“Aha.” She clicks a switch and it shrinks down into a little dangling earring shaped just like a shotgun, complete with a clasp closure. She hands it to you. 

“Open it up to grow it,” she says, doing just that, “and do this to shrink it back down.” She demonstrates, showing you how to work the little switch that turns it back into an earring. You open it just enough to put it in your ear, noting how lightweight it is for a literal shotgun. The bullets are celestial bronze, and since that only affects monsters and demigods, as long as you don’t shoot yourself or your friends, everything will be fine.

Over the course of the next few days, you’re surprised to find that you’re actually starting to bond with everyone. You’ve fallen into something of an easy routine that was only awkward at first. Now your days are comprised of making breakfast, playing more board games and video games than you can ever remember playing, all of you getting absolutely destroyed by Hazel at Just Dance, a variety of team building exercises, movie nights, making dinner together, then procrastinating going to sleep to stay up telling stories and talking and catching up. Of all the places you’ve been, of all the things you’ve hated, even you can’t say you hate this too much. 

You’ve been ignoring and avoiding the shrew - sorry, Calypso - as much as possible. Given that you’re all stuck in a house indefinitely, it seems like the best way to avoid unnecessary conflict.

For the most part, it seems to be working. You only butt heads when she goes out of her way to start shit with you, those snide remarks and attempts at picking fights that don’t sit well with you. Usually whatever beef or fights she starts are finished after you deliver a few brutal but true comebacks all based in fact, then she storms off to sulk by herself. You wondered if someone would go check on her, but based on the lack of reactions it gets and how often she repeats the same scoff, rolling eyes, storming off in a huff combo, it doesn’t seem like it’s out of the ordinary for her. 

Aside from that, for the most part it’s essentially been you and Leo and his friends. Setting aside the occasional roast/power struggle with she who must not be named, things are basically going okay. You’d even go as far to say as it’s kind of nice. You don’t hate mornings quite as much as you used to, and being around other people isn’t the same kind of painful as it has been in the past. You’re starting to get… comfortable around them. It’s weird. New. 

All these thoughts swirl around the currents of your mind as you lay in bed, once again unable to sleep. There’s a part of you, a very loud part, that insists this is all horrible. You can’t trust people, and thinking you can, even starting to think you can is a mistake. Not a trivial one either, a mistake that could end very, very badly for you. The second you get attached, the second you start to put down roots and expect consistency, you make yourself vulnerable. In spite of that, in spite of the fact that that voice is probably right, you can’t deny how you’re starting to find yourself wanting to be around everyone more. Even though you still act inconvenienced by the board games and tired of all the movies and like you couldn’t care less about their stories about camp, you still play, you still watch, you still listen. 

You can’t deny that maybe some of the hype around having friends, having sustainable long term relationships in your life might be… worth the hype. That realization sinks in, and it’s terrifying. If it actually is a good thing you’ve been missing out on… you have no idea how to cope with that. What are you supposed to do if you actually want the people that abandon you? ‘You’re left cold, and miserable, and alone.’ You think. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. You let out a loud, frustrated sigh and roll over in your cold, uncomfortable bed that always feels too fresh, silently reprimanding yourself for thinking about the one thing you didn’t want to. The pit of dread continues to grow in your stomach as your mind spirals and spirals, until you find yourself outside Leo’s door. 

Within moments, you’re straddling his lap and pushing your tongue past his lips. He tastes so good, you want more and more of him. He touches you, hands squeezing electrically along your skin as he kisses you deeper. You feel the corner of his mouth quirk up as you tangle your hands in his hair. It’s obvious to him how desperate you are for him, and he’s happy to provide you with whatever you want from him right now. You tug on his hair in a desperate attempt for him to be even closer to you, and he moans into your mouth at the feeling. 

You shift your hips to feel him harden up beneath you better, and he lets out a halted sigh against your lips. This time it’s you smirking into the kiss. You grind down against his cock, feeling him grow harder with every movement of your hips. Everything about you is so enticing, and the feeling of your soft, warm cunt grinding against him is already making his head spin. He’s melting under your touch, responding so well to you, and you want to make him moan again. He’s had you pinned below him, scratching his back and biting his shoulder more times than you can count, it seems like the least you can do is return the favor. 

You move down, kissing his neck and listening to his heavy breath like your favorite song. You suck hickeys against his soft skin, grinding against him and feeling him get more lost in your touch with every flick of your tongue, every movement of your hips. Getting him to grip your hips, breathe all heavy like this is one of the best feelings, and normally you can’t get enough of it. Tonight, you want more. You lift yourself off his lap a little, and he whines at the loss of contact. You can feel his voice reverberate against your lips, and it brings out a fresh wave of that animalistic hunger you have for him. 

You tug his cock out of his sweatpants, and his breath halts. He’s hung like a horse, and even when he’s rock hard, his cock bounces when you pull it out. You squeeze him, pumping his cock to get him warmed up for you. He’s heavy and warm against you, and you can’t quite wrap your hand around him all the way. His breath hitches, growing heavier with every stroke until he’s panting. Each vein throbs at your touch, in perfect time with his racing heart. You stopped kissing his neck as much at some point, and your breath fans soft over his neck and shoulder in little puffs. 

You reach into his pocket, pulling a condom out of thin air. You never used to think it would be that useful of a skill to have, but it’s come in handy more times than you can count. You take your hand off him long enough to get the condom on, and his chest swirls with warmth. It’s such an intimate gesture, and it makes him throb for you even more under your touch. You make him dizzy like this, with that way you look at him like you’re hungry or something. You tug off your shirt and panties, a task he’s more than happy to help with. It’s not the first time he’s seen you naked, but he’s entranced by how beautiful you are every single time. This time is no exception, and his eyes keep falling on the soft little lines where your legs and hips meet. 

You stroke him once or twice more for good measure, before lifting up your hips to line him up with your entrance. The tip barely kisses your soft folds before his head is spinning. You hover above him for a moment, letting him revel in the feeling, before sinking down on him.

“O-oh, fuck…” he chokes out when you’re fully seated on his lap. You both moan, adjusting to the feeling of him being fully sheathed in your gummy walls. Neither of you can remember a time when he was this deep inside you, and it makes both of you dizzy. The tip of his cock is kissing against your cervix, and you're sure you can both feel how the bulge in your stomach is bigger than usual. His grip on your hips tightens as he leans in, desperate to kiss you. Before he can, you push him flat against the bed. His eyes widen in surprise as he hits the mattress, and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you from the suddenness of the gesture. You lean forward, bringing your lips to his ear, so close he can smell your perfume. 

“Down, boy.” You command, a small note of playfulness to your voice that has his stomach clenching. The feeling of your breath and lips against his ear is enough to make his breath hitch. He’s happy to follow your lead, do whatever you want him to, so he stays down. Even when he wants to grab your hips and piston up into you, when he wants you to move or kiss him or do something, he stays down. He feels you smirk after a moment of agonizing waiting and bated breath. 

“Good…” you say with a light chuckle. Unable to ignore how dizzy his cock is making you any longer, you start to move. You drag yourself up and down his length at an agonizingly slow pace, eliciting a moan from his pretty lips. The drag of his cock feels better than you remember, and you still can’t get over how deep inside you he is like this. He’s stretching you out so good, every vein and curve of his cock hits those perfect spots inside you, sending electric pleasure through your nervous system. You squeeze and clench around him as you bounce your hips, grinding down on his cock. 

Your pace speeds up, and Leo lets out a long moan below you. You place his hands on your thighs, and he grabs on tight, needing something to hold on to. You place your hands on his chest, feeling his ragged breaths go up and down. You dig your nails into his shoulders, and he shudders at the feeling. Your gummy walls grip him so tight, every soft bump and ridge of your wet cunt squeezes him just right. You clamp down on him, and he lets out a whine as you milk his cock, lips inches away from his. 

“You like that?” You ask, voice low and sending shivers down his spine. He nods his head vigorously, looking up at you through thick eyelashes, his eyes heavy with lust. 

“Yes.” He whimpers, panting and squirming beneath you. You smile dangerously, beginning to speed up even more. He loses his sense of time, his grip on the world around him, he loses track of everything that’s not you and how good you make him feel. Every noise, every moan and whimper and whine, every gasp and shuddering breath is music to your ears. You’ve never found anyone who sounds as nice as Leo does when you sink down on his thick cock.  

He gets louder as he gets closer, growing restless under you. He squirms and writhes even more, squeezing your hips and pulling you down on him, desperate for more friction. You can tell he’s close from the way his eyes start to roll back, and you are too. You’re tightening up around him, and there’s only a few moments before you’ll both be coming undone. 

“F-fuck,” he chokes out, desperately grabbing at your hips, “please, please, please…” he whines, babbling incoherently, begging you so sweetly for release. You lower your lips tantalizingly close to his, breath fanning over his face.

“Since you asked so nicely…” you murmur against his mouth, pushing your tongue past his lips and tugging harshly on his hair. He moans shamelessly into your mouth, bucking up into you and hitting that spot inside you over and over. You clamp down on him as he ruts up into you, stomach clenching and balls tightening as his cock throbs. He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut, and finally releases everything he’s been building up for you. 

“Shit- fuck! Gods, I love you,” he pants. Everything about him is enough to send you over the edge, but it’s his voice that finally does it. Your legs shake as you’re blinded by pleasure, by the head of his cock rubbing that spot inside you. You guide each other through your release, milking out as much pleasure as you can. 

When you’re both too sensitive and exhausted to play anymore, you lift yourself off him slowly. Before you can even think about sneaking back off to your room, you feel his muscular arms wrap around you, pulling you close. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks playfully, voice still croaky from before. He kisses your jawline and cheek, wherever he can reach really, in little bursts of warmth against your skin. He pulls you closer so you're lying on your back, then flops on top of you, settling into your soft skin and familiar touch. He’s still bear hugging your waist and his face is buried in your chest. You don't think you could get out from under him if you tried. You find yourself scratching his back and playing with his soft curls absentmindedly. As your fatigue starts to catch up to you and sleep draws nearer, you notice it worked again. Fucking Leo’s brains out made that hollow, panicked feeling go away again. Something about his dick must be magical, because no matter how sticky and stubborn those awful creeping feelings are, he finds a way to get rid of them every time. You haven't considered that it's not the sex or the way he stretches you out on his thick cock and makes your eyes roll, but how sweetly he speaks to you, how he never lets you leave without making sure you've been properly kissed and cuddled. Being told you're loved doesn't hurt either. 'I just need to fuck him a couple more times to get rid of this itch,' you think, 'a few more times. I just need him… I need him…' Before you can finish the thought, you're out like a light, warm and safe in his embrace. 

You wake up suddenly after a dreamless sleep. It's still dark out, but it won't be for too long. You should get back to your room before everyone else wakes up and risk someone finding out about this. You barely manage to pull yourself out from under Leo, and tug your clothes back on, creeping silently into the hall. You really tired him out, you muse silently, closing the door quietly. You're glad you got away with this, once again not raising any suspicion. You turn to go down the hall to your room, only to be met face to face with Nico. 

Shit. 

You're both frozen, dead in your tracks, unsure how to process this, of what to do. You're barely dressed, holding your sticky panties in one hand with hickies all over your neck and chest and thighs. As if that wasn't damning enough, he just saw you leaving Leo’s room, barely able to walk. It's not that hard to piece all of this together. Before you can fully start panicking, you ramp up your sex appeal as high as it will go. You grab him in a choke hold with your magic, biting your lip and batting your eyes up at him, letting out a soft giggle. 

"Let's just keep this between us, huh?" You say, voice low and sultry, barely breaking the still silence of the night. It's silent for a moment as you wait for his reaction. Then he bursts out laughing. You drop the seductive expression on your face in shock as he claps a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle the noise. When he sees the look on your face, he's overcome with a fresh wave of laughter. After a few minutes, he gets it under control. 

"Sorry," he mutters breathlessly, trying not to laugh again. He crosses his arms, looking at you amused, while you stand there in shock. "Does this usually work? The whole…" He mimics your previous gestures, batting his eyes and biting his lip. He even twirls a strand of shaggy dark hair for dramatic effect, turning your confusion and embarrassment into good natured laughter at how easily he nailed you. 

"Wow," you state, still a little shocked. "That's the first time that didn't work…" you trail off, the rest of your question hangs clear between you. Why didn't it work? He chuckles quietly.

"Children of Eros cant use their powers on people that aren't compatible. I have a boyfriend, not a girlfriend, so you're… not really my type," he trails off. You let out a soft disbelieving laugh as his words sink in. You just tried to magically seduce a gay man. Of course it wouldn't work. 

"This was fun, but I gotta…" he gestures vaguely behind him, then melts into the shadows before you can blink. You stand in the dark, completely stunned at the bizarre and suddenness of the interaction. You turn to finally go back into your room, and it dawns on you that that's the first piece of information you've gotten about being a child of Eros. You make a mental note to interrogate him tomorrow, try and find out if he knows anything else about you. His words keep repeating in your head, and you find them strangely comforting. You realize that there's at least some people who aren't attracted to you or view you as a sex object.

You didn't expect to feel so relieved by that. You ruminate on this as you crawl into your cold, stiff bed, and try to ignore the painfully itchy burning ache in your upper back. It comes and goes, but it's definitely been getting worse. The only thing you can find to sooth you from everything swirling and storming around your mind is the memories of Leo’s touch ghosting over your body. You're also excited at the prospect of potentially having someone you can get an honest, unbiased, un-horny opinion from. Being able to talk to someone without them thinking about what they'll get out of it from you. You don't remember the last time you had that. 

[vonlipvig]

tagged by @mrveils to do this music game -- thank you, shiloh! five songs i've been listening to, and ten tag, let's GO!

vitamin sea - owl city

the latest owl city single, and i absolutely adore it! it's super cute, it's catchy as hell, and it really makes you long for a summery beach vacation.

kingslayer - bring me the horizon ft. babymetal

thank you tiktok for bringing this to my attention cause hELLO THIS FUCKING RULES IT GOES HARD AS FUCK. i need to listen to more babymetal they're so fucking cool.

sleepwalker - ava max

ava's album is still probably my fave 2023 drop, it's pure pop perfection, and this song is AMAZING, i can't get enough of it.

fall in love - bailey zimmerman

YEEHAW BABYYY i fucking love this song, this guy's raspy voice is so good and i don't know why but this really makes me wanna shake some ass IT'S NOT EVEN ABOUT THAT it just sounds danceable.

willow (reggaetón remix) - taylor swift ft. ozuna, wisin (remix by lonelez)

THE BEST TSWIFT REMIX IS THIS UNOFFICIAL REGGAETÓN BANGERRRRR c'mon blondie come here vamos a perrear como se debeeeee.

i tag @thedeafprophet @house-of-mirrors @nailseatingbeast @xek-xek @mytimeinthesun @pinkpuffballdude @arcane-lock @bagadew @uncalamar @monarchisms and whoever wants to do it!!!

[noxtms]

dear caro ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for SHILOH MONAGHAN has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! fivel stewart is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

⧼  fivel stewart, demigirl, she/her  /   sloppy – king mala ft. upsahl + you love him, and it’s good because it’s simple. he is sunlight and soft gestures and love yet untouched by the tragedy of war. he is the boy you think you might marry, and you don’t yet have the foresight to tack on the asterisk. you aren’t yet old enough to know better, to prepare for worse. when the world rips him from your hands, your nailbeds will bleed with the force of holding on. you will lose him all the same. *he is the boy you think you might marry, if the world stays kind. it doesn’t. you won’t. spoiler warning. // war spares no one, least of all little girls who think they know how the world should work. this is where your faith in people goes to die. there’s something, you think, to be said for all the protagonists in children’s books who don’t lose sight of the good in people. you’re not sure that you’re capable of that anymore. you’re not sure that you want to be. it’s easier to see people for their ugly first and make judgment off of that: the brilliance of the kind around you will drive you mad in your own darkness. // when doctor burke tells you to take a daily walk, you think it’s a joke. a walk won’t bring back the people who died or smooth over the scars left by a year of torment. it certainly won’t help with getting out of bed in the morning. “do it anyway,” they say, voice earnest and eyes kind. so you do, because letting them down on purpose feels like a hurdle you simply cannot pass over. you’re right–it doesn’t undo what’s been done or dull the aches that never seem to fade from your bones. the acrid fury in your chest doesn’t dwindle. no world-shattering changes happen in the first ten, first twenty, first fifty. but on the fifty-first, spring is thawing its way through the winter snow, and you catch your first glimpse of green for the year. something about it knocks you breathless, steals your words, and you think maybe in tomorrow’s walk you’ll see some more color. it’s a start.  ⧽   ���━   hey, isn’t that SHILOH ANAIS MONAGHAN ? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-SIX year old [ half blood ] WIX is a [ GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a STAGE ACTRESS & SALES CLERK AT FLOURISH & BOTTS ]. i’ve heard they can be quite SELF-ASSURED & EMPATHETIC, but i don’t know… they came off very UNRELIABLE & SELF-CONTAINED in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   caro, 27, EST, she/her ] **Justin Finch-Fletchley’s Hogwarts Ex, Antigone Xu’s Hogwarts Friend, and Ginny Weasley’s Neighbor WCs.

[tennesseewynter]

@wynterhxney # for Shiloh & Lavinia

cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:    

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

Vinia 💖         

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

                       

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone  

        Silk Chiffon- MUNA ft. Phoebe Bridgers         

 - my muse’s last text to your muse

Shiloh: Let me know when you're free tonight. I'll swing by with some dinner.

[forwhenienditall]

@psychoshawtyy 💔

[saninthebuilding]

things that remind me of you:

those yellow school buses

bikes

weights

the gym

bike rides

that obnoxiously bright neon orange colour

the colour brown

that light gray colour

that light army green colour

the colour red

stolen glances

secret smiles

that quick look-away when you're caught staring

that gaze when you think they're not watching

hugs where i feel like i'm falling apart but i know you've got me

strength and comfort found in someone's arms after a long day

those perfect days when the sun is out but so are the clouds and there's a nice breeze so the weather's just right

close calls when you're almost caught skipping class

midnight

sunny days

the white fluffy clouds

sidewalks

literally anything nike

ripped jeans

hoodies

black t-shirts

fluffy hair that looks so impossibly soft

those standard school chairs

oliver moy bc how tf he close enough to be your older brother

post malone's entire hollywood's bleeding album

under the influence by chris brown (sped up)

die for you by the weekend

friends by chase atlantic

right here by chase atlantic

into it by chase atlantic

meddle about by chase atlantic

taste by skz

dna by bts

pied piper by bts

sugar rush ride by txt

btbt by hanbin

renegade by aaryan shah (sped up)

happening again by katherine li

babydoll by air abdul (sped up)

reflections by the neighbourhood (sped up)

mmmh by kai

closer by rm ft. paul blanco & mahalia

daydreamin' by ariana grande

eyes off you by prettymuch

chaconne by enhypen

collision by stray kids

moonlight by kali uchis (sped up)

no i don't want, just anyone by shiloh dynasty

cross ur mind by lyn lapid

love like you by steven universe (lyn lapid's cover)

breathe by ab6ix

valkyrie by oneus

pick your brain by lyn lapid

[ohsercndipity]

i haven’t made a playlist but here’s some songs: not another rock star by maisie peters. big fun from heathers: the musical. colors by ava maybee. la vie boheme from rent. come on loretta by trixie mattel. revenge party from mean girls: the musical. what i want by muna. revolting children from matilda: the musical. don’t feel like crying by sigrid. join us (and die) from the guy who didn’t like musicals. breadwinner by kacey musgraves. pinterest.

basic information.

name: shiloh iris brown

nicknames: are ...... are there any nicknames for shiloh ??? (sister calls her shib)

birthday: march 1st

age: 18

hometown: concord, massachusetts 

birthplace: concord, massachusetts

religion: her mom is ex-mormon and her dad isn’t really religious so ... somewhere in the middle there 

ethnicity: white

nationality: american

major: performing arts 💀 

job/extracurriculars: student, part time server at sugar and dice board games cafe, essex student theatre company 

relationship status: single ass

social class: middle

physical characteristics.

height: 5′1″

eyes: baby blues!

hair: light brown

build: short ass

distinguishing marks: lil heart outline tattoo on her hip

notable features: freckles !!!! big baby blues !!!! pinchable cheeks !!!!!

physical disabilities: na

allergies: no allergies but is a vegetarian (cried watching chicken run, swore off meat afterwards) but is not very strict about it

personality & behaviour.

hobbies: singing in the shower, reading (sometimes she thinks she wishes she could add her ao3 reads to her goodreads reading goals and then remembers people can see that), playing piano, instagram deep diving people she’s just met and may never see again, crying, playing with make up, sims 4 <3, procrastinating, journalling

likes: being colourful and playful with her self expression, musicals, bad memes (is such a fan of the megamind no bitches?? meme), crying, escaping to a lil fantasy world through books or movies or shows or music, boba, fun animals (frogs and cows are the top tier), meeting new people, sleepovers that involve nail painting and hair braiding, being all cuddled up in bed like a little burrito, a fun mug

dislikes: deadlines, school work, being belittled/ridiculed/dismissed because of her interests, plain black coffee, she’s a pickle hater she’s ordering her burger without pickles sorry, people acknowledging that she has a journal

positive traits: creative, excitable, friendly, loyal, empathetic, gentle, trusting

negative traits: emotional, impatient, obsessive, dramatic, clumsy, indulgent

share 5 fun facts about your character.

has a little sister named anwen but anwen much more behaves like the older sister than shiloh. the two are very close, as are her whole immediate family. they share two pet rats named freddy and daphne (freddy for freddy kruger named by anwen and daphne for daphne blake named by shiloh, they are both girls for the record) and shiloh is very worried about anwen’s ability to look after them without her even though anwen has always been more the owner than shiloh. 

is such a girl that’s gonna wear her pink crocs with bubble tea and star jibblets anywhere she possibly can. she’s squeakin her way across campus to class in those dumbass shoes 

a musical theatre girly .......................... she’s thriving leave her alone 

can drive technically, she rear ended her dad’s car when she was 17 and has not wanted to drive since (nor have her parents been really itching to let her)

you need to tell her exactly when she needs to be somewhere because if she has a whole day to get ready for something its going to take her all day. if she’s not told an exact time to be somewhere, she’s going to be late. she likes the getting ready process why would she rush it !!! she wants to try out three different eye shadow looks !!! and paint her nails !!! and do her hair several different ways !!!

where does your character live.

dorms

[nonsupe-a]

the back and forth notion of shiloh understanding that in war there is countless casualties,   that nobody is safe and death comes for everyone at some point or another.   believing that someone / something is untouchable is arrogant and just as much stupid and naive.   vs.   the little kid in him believing that harry is one of the best if not the best pilot in the air and not a soul can ever touch him,   that he can’t die because he’s simply too good for anyone else and cheats death every day in incredible ways.   which of course leads to his initial denial to harrys disappearance in ‘47 because   “no,   that doesn’t make sense.   he’s the best...  he can’t just disappear.   that doesn’t just happen,   especially not to harry.”

[dotarari]

🖊 for Kitka please!! I wanna know more about them, I cherish them throughout my being 😭💕

Sweet, now you're all going listen to me talk about Kitka since I rarely get the chance to :))

Her name is Kitka Shiloh Hays and they're a bio-weapon.

Kitka was and is one of Umbrella’s favorite experiments because of her unique “ability” and due to her being naturally born as a bio-weapon. She carries an exterritorial "virus/parasite" that is sentient and refers to Kitka as their body as well. Her "virus" name is Dotarari, as that is what they refer to themselves when Kitka transforms. When she is transformed, she stands at 9'10"ft (299.72cm) and is continually growing. This is unfortunately a consequence for Kitka as if she continues to get too big in her transformation, when she’s herself, she would suffer from uncomfortable body aches. Especially in her back and she only transforms to “stretch”.

The doctors/researchers at Umbrella Corp actually tried to encourage her to continue to grow so they could try to get/build a bio weapon out of her. Because in the end, they’re just wanting the “virus” (Dotarari) and preform more experiments so in the end, they can make more bio-weapons from a specimen that is extraterrestrial. It would unfortunately be on the level of highest threats if they were to successfully figure out how their symbiotic relationship worked and successfully removed them. It would be the end for Kitka but not for Dotarari. The thing about Dotarari is that once separate, they’re nothing more than a literal small organism who can only survive through a host. Once you have them in “virus” form, then they’re in a non-hostile state until they find a new host.

But of course, Kitka was rescued/escaped only to be ’bound’ again, her collar that was put in as a safe guard. BSAA and DSO have her wear it as a way to terminate her quickly but Kitka honestly laughs at that as ”It’s just something to make the big guys think they’re safe from me.” She could literally just rip the collar off at any given moment but is just too tired to care and genuinely does not wish to scare off other people she does like.

This is all for now, if you have anymore questions, just ask!

[pastel-rights]

it's yami day so let me share today's yami thoughts [ft. bastard/lh]

i suddenly remembered an interaction i had planned with the mod of the thespians blog between Yami, Quinn, and Shiloh that never ended up happening and it got me thinking of a slightly different version of them [specifically, Hikari and Raven] and I just realized.

Yami and Shiloh have a similar theoretical relationship as Hikari and Raven's relationship before Raven's redemption arc. an aggressive short bastard and a tall antisocial dude who seems calm but secretly about to lose his shit.

All Quinn wanted was a funeral that was late and now he's having a world war with Shiloh inside Yami's room that results in them both getting physically thrown to the curb.

and...

it's yami day...

yami deserves a cake.

i want Shiloh to give yami a cake. i want him to smash a slice into Yami's face. war.

their friendship [at least based off the short bits and based off Hikari and Raven] seems like the funniest thing to me.

[lohityaa]

Tell me

Why im waiting

For someone

That doesn't give a fuck about me

No you wouldn't like that