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[chiara81-4]

hey girlie!! could you do lando norris x reader pls🙏🙏🙏 i loved ur charles story and i want u to write one ab lando pls pls pls 🙏🙏 love u

a/n: hey love! of course! I've gotten a couple lando x reader requests so I will do my best to please everyone!

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forever and always - lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, brothers best friend trope, not proofread (sorry for any typos)

word count: i don't know LOL it's a lot.

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Age 11:

you had an older brother, he was talented since he was young. your parents dumped money into his racing career at a young age, leaving you alone. when it was your 11th birthday, your family went to watch your brother kart. since then you just kind of been there, until lando came along...

Age 14:

your brother came home one day, your parents surrounding him with kisses and hugs. you rolled your eyes, turning around and going to your room. a few hours had past and you heard lively chatter fill the dining room downstairs. you were confused. did a family member come to visit? you strolled your way down, walking into the dining room to find your eyes meeting an unfamiliar pair of green eyes. you furrow your brows, confused. "honey, this is lando" your mother smiled at you. "hey," he smiled. "hi, im y/n" you nervously said.

why were you so nervous? you avoided his gaze every chance you got, you went to sit down next to your brother, who was talking to lando about some karting race they had together. until the conversation fell to a weird silence. lando spoke up "its y/n, right?" he questions. "yeah its y/n" you smile faintly at him. he continues to talk "have you seen the new (movie) yet?"

"oh no i haven't. how about you?" you queer. "me either, we should go together just, you and me." a blush crept onto your face. "i mean, um, sure."

"great, meet me outside your house at 6pm" he smiled

"dude, ew that's my sister, no way you like her." your brother disgustingly looked at him. lando rolled his eyes and continued to smile at you.

-time skip-

the clock reads 5:30pm, only half an hour until lando picks you up and you're stressing. what are you going to wear? you put some light makeup on (you can change anything about the outfit, makeup etc :)) as well as some light blue jeans and a dark blue shirt. by the time you're content with your outfit you hear a knock on your door, you rush down the stairs to find your brother at the front door.

"i'm not sure about this y/n, hes my best friend." your brother says. "oh my god shut up (brothers name), grow up." you roll your eyes and walk out the front door, closing it in his face. you're met face to face with lando. who is wearing black jeans and a white shirt.

"wow, you look really nice y/n" he smiles. you smile back, thanking him as well as complimenting his outfit.

when you arrive at the movie theatre, lando buys the tickets and snacks. you argued (playfully) over who would be paying. "lando, just let me buy the popcorn, you bought the tickets." you say "never." he argues back.

once you guys grab your popcorn and whatever else, you made your way to the theatre and sat down in your seats. "i'm really glad you agreed to join me, y/n" lando smiled. "me too" you return the smile, once the previews start, you and lando are laughing at how bad some of the upcoming movies are. "NO WAY IS SOMEONE GOING TO WATCH THAT" you cackle. lando laughed even harder at your comment, until the lights dimmed and the movie started.

about halfway through the movie, lando turned to you. your eyes were glued to the screen until you saw lando looking at you. "what?" you say. "nothing, nothing" he cheekily smiles at you. you turn your eyes back to the movie playing in front of you. until you feel lando grab your hand. you blush hard. thank god its dark in the theatre.

once the movie is over. you and lando continue to keep your fingers interlocked. until you go home.

when you arrive at your front door lando smiles at you. "thank you again for agreeing to come with me y/n. i really enjoyed it."

"thank you for inviting me, lando." you kiss his cheek. landos face turns a beet red. "see you soon." you say.

"y-yeah, see you soon." lando says, holding his cheek in the place you pecked it. you open the door and turn around to say one last goodbye.

the thing you didn't know is that you wouldn't be seeing him anytime soon after the movie date.

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stay tuned for part 2!!

[cdbabymp3]

meet editor!reader aka hamzah's super cool roommate 🖥️🎧🥣💝👟

˙ . ꒷ ⌨️ . 𖦹˙—❝ AND I CHANGE MY MIND, BUT IT'S STILL ON YOU... ❞

BACKSTORY ; editor!reader starting talking to hamzah online after submitting her editing portfolio to the channel. before she ever met him in real life, she was incredibly down bad for him. never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd be picked to be the channel's main editor/videographer. her whole life has changed in the span of only a few months. she moved to toronto, and after her soon-to-be apartment flooded, hamzah takes her in. what starts as a 'temporary' arrangement, leads to the two becoming long-term roommates with no end in sight. hamzah's too obsessed with her. she's too obsessed with him. but neither of them can muster up the courage to make the first move.

PERSONA && INTERESTS ; editor!reader, though shy, will randomly fire comebacks at hamzah and martin when they're in the heat of a joke. she's incredibly funny, which is one of the reasons why she fits so well working for the channel. her humor is stupid and sometimes dark, always reflected in the way she edits the channel's videos. she loves cutesy, girly things and is constantly forcing hamzah to decorate their apartment in that way. he fights it, but can't say no to her. she likes to draw and animate silly things for merch promo's and even designs some of the merch !!! at first, she never wanted to be on camera. she was too shy, afraid if she'd get hate or just weird fans. after request upon request from the slushies to see her, she finally starts making little cameos, working up to being in full videos. many people choose her as their channel bias, making edits and fan art. she loves her job more than anything. getting to travel and make silly content with her best friends is so cool and she never takes it for granted !!

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა taglist ; @nativegirltapes @etherealval + let me know if u wanna be added !!!

(i couldn't fit all the face claims i wanted bc tumblr has a stupid 10 pic limit but i will add more in mood boards to come !! i'm trying to make it as diverse and poc friendly as possible, so pls lmk if u have any suggestions !!! <3)

[ahhnini]

let you break my heart again - rafe cameron x reader

your relationship with rafe is nothing more than a twisted fantasy

warnings - fake dating, rafe breaks reader’s heart, fluff, angst, degradation (not in a kinky way), not proofread!

a/n - based off a dream I had of rafe, kind of in a writing slump so pls send in reqs! <3

when rafe cameron came knocking at your doorstep at two in the morning, face angry, you were more than confused. you two have never been that close, however, the forced proximity of figure eight led you two to form an acquaintance with another. when you had asked him what was going on, he barged into your house, gripping onto the sides of your shoulders like you were gonna fly away. he looked up at you, eyes red. then, you heard him say words that you didn’t think he’d ever utter to you, “I need you to be my girlfriend.”

so that’s how you ended up here, laughing with the camerons’ on their yacht, sailing the sea. it’s been a month since you’ve agreed to be rafe’s “girlfriend” and everyone on the island bought it. they’ve never known that much about you anyways, so when he started parading you around, everyone began to gossip how rafe cameron charmed the mystery girl of kildare island.

you felt a kiss on your cheek as you pour yourself another drink. “you doin’ okay?” rafe asks as he begins to pour himself a whiskey shot. you nod your head, looking up at him while he downs his drink, “good,” he wipes his lips, walking away to talk to his father. you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. this was harder than you thought, especially when you feel butterflies in your stomach every time he shows an ounce of affection to you.

you made a promise to yourself that this was definitely a no strings attached situation. he would get you around the island, introducing you to valuable connections, while his reputation would change to be a better one. it was a win-win. you didn’t really think about the other factors, like the fact that you’ve had a secret crush on the infamous kook prince since you were twelve.

you really shouldn’t be feeding into your delusions like this; it’s unhealthy. that’s what you keep telling yourself, but each time you see him, you can’t help but have a smidge of optimism, that he actually likes you, wants you.

your heart breaks in the serene island of guadalupe, tears streaming down your face as rafe yells at you in the costal house bedroom. “why would I ever like you, y/n! the only reason why we’re doing this is for my reputation, for my dad to trust me again, for me to show my family that i’ve changed! you don’t mean anything to me, stop thinking i’m actually in love with you, because i’m not! I don’t even think I’d wanna be friends with you,” he huffs, cornering you to a wall. he lifts your chin, observing your tear stricken face, “cry all you want, but that’s not gonna help me change the way I feel.” he backs off, turning around to enter the bathroom, “i’m gonna take a shower, clean yourself off, make yourself presentable. we have dinner in two hours.”

you sip on your latte, waiting for rafe to get back home. you sat like a wife who’s husband spent too much time in the office. except he wasn’t your husband, he was just…a guy. you hear the front door shut, immediately shuffling to greet him. “hey, what are you doin’ here?” he slurred, breath reeking of alcohol. “uh—wanted to make sure you got home safe, that’s all!” you fidgeted with your hands. he let out a soft hum, “you can spend the night if you want to, y/n, i’m going to topper’s,” you look up at him, meeting his dilated pupils, “wha—huh? you’re gonna drive to topper’s?” rafe rolls his eyes, nodding, “yeah, I am—” “no! I can’t let you do that, let me drive you, c’mon—” he sighs, giving in, and you thank the alcohol has made him less stubborn, “fine.”

you pulled up to topper’s house, the porch light on and inviting. you speak up after the silent drive there, “um—are you sure you want to spend the night at topper’s? we can always go back if you want” he shakes his head, turning towards you. “no, i’m sick of your shit, y/n. always treatin’ me like I can’t take care of myself. guess what,” he points at himself, “I can take care of my own shit, okay? I don’t need you,” he rushes out of the car, stumbling up the porch stairs, disappearing behind the house door.

you stay there for a couple of moments, sniffling. during the drive back to the camerons’—yes, you were staying the night, you needed to take care of rafe for when he was hungover—you reflected on your relationship with him. how one day he’d treat you like you were his queen, the next he’d treat you like you were dirt. you can’t stop your feelings, no matter how hard you tried to repress them, they always end up coming out. you know you don’t deserve this. you deserve someone who actually loves you, not someone who’s using you. but…rafe…you can’t imagine being with someone who’s not him. that night, you lay down on his bed, fantasizing the perfect life with rafe, waiting for him to come back tomorrow morning.

you swallow, telling yourself you’d be fine being with him, being in this arrangement. even if he’ll never love you back, you’d let him break your heart over and over again.

taglist - @nemesyaaa @julie123456897 @mfdoomdickrider @grxnde-dwt

[miss--katherine]

Where: Rhytm Realm With @glitchfms (Banks)

"You should hire me for your social media person or something," she told the man she was standing behind as he was looking through the music equipment, looking for whatever it was that he needed at the moment. For the time she knew him they rarely hung out just the two of them, usually there were other people around or at least people from the band, but for today's endeavour, she had found herself asking if she could come when he'd mentioned he'd be coming to the music store. She didn't really have money to buy anything right now, the budget was tight since during the summer she'd been on vacation and spent quite a bit there, but she could still appreciate and see if they'd let her test out if she still remembered how to play the guitar.

"Look at how nice this looks, I'm a pro" she said as she turned her phone towards Banks to show him a video she'd put together as a reel from the last performance.

[gccdwitch]

@vvhimsicals

“Would it kill you to show some appreciation for the things I do for you?” Mary snaps, dragging her fingers through her hair in frustration. Sure, she herself, wasn’t that good at sweet words or grand gesture or most anything that felt too romantic, but there were other ways to show you were thankful for someone’s presence. And she always tried to do as much. “Or acknowledge them, at least. It’s like... sometimes I feel like you seriously take me for granted.”

[iuaraes]

      The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.

      ( @fighterbound )'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ━ ❛ "may i have this dance?" as soon as the questions leaves his lips, sasuke swears his he feels his mother's gaze laser in on him and this beautiful woman. there's been a good amount of whispers and glances shot her way, for good reason. then again hyuugas are known for their elegant and ethereal looks.

      he extends his hand toward hinata, giving her a respectful nod. if she says no, that could be the excuse he needs to get out of his formal gala...event. whatever the fuck it is. honestly it could be a big middle finger to his father, because he knows exactly who she is. hinata hyuuga, clan heiress to one of the major thorns of his father's side.

      "you can tell me no," he adds with a shrug, " no hard feelings." ❜

      Events such as those happened too often for Hinata’s liking, as the heiress she was unfortunately unable to decline - always forced to see it through in the company of her father and her cousin, her sister being too young was often left behind. A tiny selfish part of Hinata wished Hanabi had been allowed to go with them, that way people would flock to her sister instead of to her. Hanabi was like the sun, a girl with a personality that fit her name, thriving under the attention. Hinata however preferred the solitude, a wallflower through and through. 

      She had yet to do what her father had demanded of her and could feel his cold gaze on the back of her neck. He wanted her to approach the Uchiha, to mingle with the family as he was — both Hyuuga and Uchiha patriarchs chatting as if they were close friends. Hinata knew her father despised the Uchiha more than anything, perhaps more than he despised her. 

      It was a voice that pulled her out of her miserable thoughts, a familiar voice but one she didn’t expect to hear directed at her that night. A small gasp left her carefully painted lips, moonlight eyes widening slightly as she gazed upon the hand held out to her. ❛  S-Sasuke-san,  ❜ the heiress spoke his name softly, a hint of awe in her evergentle voice. 

      She could feel all the attendants looking at them, could feel her father’s gaze on her back like he held a knife to her throat. Sasuke had given her an option to decline, but that was an option Hinata did not have. Not even if she wanted to. ❛  I— yes, you may.  ❜ She could feel herself blushing, the attention, before oppressive, now unbearable. Slowly she laid her hand upon his, eyes gentle as she looked up at him. 

      Hinata allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor, a slow song playing in the background. How odd it was to be perceived by Uchiha Sasuke of all people, he had never paid attention to her before. She wondered what had prompted this. ❛  I didn’t know you liked to dance, Sasuke-san,  ❜ she commented, hesitantly placing her free hand on his shoulder. 

      ❛  I've never seen you dance at such events before,  ❜ Hinata said, curiosity and shyness on her sweet voice as she followed his movements. She had wanted to apologise as she was bound to trip over her own feet, but couldn't. Her father would chastise her if he learned of her apologising to an Uchiha.

[mrmcrch]

closed starter for: @dannyhq location: outside of rise and grind

gavin is sprinting through the sidewalk of new york weaving past passerby and offering soft apologies and greetings along his way while eyes closed by imagine dragons blares through his earbuds, making his way toward the usual cafe for a quick refill of his water bottle when noticing the familiar face of the other has him perk up instantly picking up his pace to meet him at the door...how long had it been since he'd last seen the other? though, considering their respective careers that was probably a good thing, wasn't it? "danny! hey! this your stop, too? i was gonna refill my water,can i join you?"

[fvlsegcds]

closed starter for @jetaiimee. inspired by.

Sleeping next to someone was new for Ellie, she had never really been the relationship type, but something about Victor had drawn her in. There was a sense of safety she lacked in any other aspect of her life, a warmth she was finding more inviting than the bottle as of late, and a strange comfort in just enjoying someone's company for once. She was trying her hardest not to be her own worst enemy, though tonight she found herself struggling to drift off to sleep. The familiar nagging voices plagued the back of her mind, weaving cruel fiction that her happy ending was bound to come crumbling around her any time now. After at least half an hour of internal debating, blue eyes squinted open as she reached for her phone to check the time. Just past one in the morning, and as much as she knew she should let him sleep with work in the morning, but it was too loud to have any chance at getting any herself without a hand. "Hey.. are you awake?" A silly question, assuming he was sound asleep, until she started up, squirming within his grasp in an attempt to catch his attention. "I can't sleep…" Words emphasized with a whine, her hips grinding back against him with intent this time, the fabric of her shorts already bunching between them in their position. "Help, please, baby? I need you."

[alaricfarrow]

closed starter for: @maggiexsommers

His blue gaze had fallen upon her, had rested to observe her reaction for mere moments after he'd handed her a present. It was something akin to tradition. His ritual of bringing Maggie a keepsake from a travel she had not been a part of, no matter how long or far his ways had carried him from his hometown. Two weeks had gone by since he'd returned from a brief trip overseas. Two weeks with no chance for him to make a personal delivery of a present, a perfect little souvenir, and it was only now that Alaric began to question, whether his friend actually needed a fridge magnet, reading LONDON.

A beat passed as his eyes continuously lingered on Maggie and the early stages of something not much unlike dread were birthed by rattling thoughts and began to itch underneath his skin. "Oh god, you hate it."

[lgcmaylin]

something's in the air.

the opportunity to test out one's stage presence has presented itself to the trainees after their variety show activities. maylin was starting to wonder when they would have the opportunity to be on stage again, especially after the family concert. she has been practicing nonstop, which includes strengthening the skills she has been trying to improve for some months.

however, the song choices were way out of her league regarding her desired concept. the brunette knew it would never be up to her in terms of what she performs and what look she wants for herself, but the girl can only dream, right? this could be taken as a challenge for the young dancer, swallow the hard pill that is cute concepts, doing aegyo, and whatever else comes with the idea of being…. cute.

maylin truly was struggling with one song in particular, knowing the nature of it.

coming into the studio a bit early, she was able to catch the practice of some of the junior trainees, she figured it would be nice to see what they would be performing alongside the seniors. and to her surprise, they were just as upbeat as her own - which made her cringe ever so slightly. standing up from her spot after the girls were done, she slowly approached @lgcxmimi after the crowds started to die down. her arms were crossed, curiosity seeping from dark orbs as she stared at the girl.

"be honest with me, do you like the songs you're performing? i am curious. you don't look like the type to perform pop, pop." she chuckled, a smirk stretching at the corner of her lip.

[angclnumber]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @sungoesdcwn ! BASED ON: this and this !

" HI ." IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT THEY HAD seen each other mere minutes ago . the soft greeting escapes haven's lips with the sort of reverence that would make it seem like they'd been apart hours . she presses her forehead to hers with gentleness that is perhaps enhanced by the high but haven would like to think it's equally present without it . "i know you can't see it but ... your aura is such a pretty pink tonight ." haven says, the words with her head bobbing in a nod . "you're going to have to trust me, because i can see it and you can't ." haven nods decisively . "and also cause i love you ."

[nxnsense]

"you didn't mean to hurt me ?" questions as she looks up to them. "well, i guess in the end it doesn't really matter cause it all hurts the same." || @viciousins

[dvnastics]

─ closed starter ( @gcldenblades ) ; day four, morning of the wrestling competition .

❛ what is it you want drystan ? ❜ her gaze does not stray from the window. the focus of her attention upon waves crashing against jagged rocks below, but she sees his reflection within the thin pains of glass. her patience for that part of her family was limited at best, but today ( her head throbbing with the remnants of her wine consumption the previous evening ) it was none existent. ❛ well ? ❜ argella reluctantly turned, an expression that urged haste etched across her features. ❛ do not tell me you are fearful of the competition today ? ❜ she doubted such was his actual motive, but she could not resist the barb. ❛ you are a grown man, i will not fight your battles for any more. ❜ whether she had ever done such a thing a fair topic of debate.

[zorkaya-moved]

‘you should have a drink, too.’ (from lyney!) (i'm sending you memes like 2 days late I'M SO SORRY)

@apocryphis

How kind of him to offer her a drink after his Father left, leaving them both to enjoy a couple of drinks and simply enjoy each other's company. Lyney is one of the small number of people who is aware of the snake living in the Akademiya, the actor of all actors who changes her whole identity with a snap of fingers to such a chilling degree you'd think you never knew the reality when interacting with her.

An opportunistic pragmatist with ambition running through her veins since her childhood, an older sister of two demons of the north from Snezhnaya. Well, not like anyone outside of their little village would know that and, perhaps, a couple of Harbingers. Arlecchino certainly doesn't forget to call Sokolova out on her dark reputation of a poisonous snake to her face, even today while Lyney was here. She was so rude about it, too (not that Zarina cared, keeping her self-satisfied and calm smile with a gleam of her golden eyes to showcase the biting capabilities). But why would she leave Lyney with her? Possibly to gain favors, to win trust, or simply because Arlecchino knows there are some similarities between the two of them that can be used for future.

Older twin siblings, that's what they were. Isn't it an entertaining similarity to share? Arlecchino didn't need to mention Victor before them both today either, stating that her brother was doing well. What a bitch, she knows which buttons to push to remind where they both stand: do not underestimate. As if she can allow herself to underestimate the Knave. Zarina almost laughed in the woman's face right with the magician in the room, but held back, instead showing nothing but laid-back and relaxed smile.

When Lyney offers a drink, her golden gaze finds him immediately. He's a smart one, an observant one. He has a bright future in the world down below, but does he wish to continue this path if he doesn't stand on top of the pyramid? She's sure that if not for her ambition, she'd wish for a calmer and sweeter life. Zarina studies Lyney with a blank expression but her smile crawls back on her face as she approaches him with a bit of a playful hum as her hands reach out for the glass offered by the young man.

However, her hand instead of grabbing the glass of wine, she finds herself turning the magician's face to herself. She tilts her head to the side, studying him a bit more with that sharp gaze of hers and a smile that seems a bit too perfect. The magician must always know when to hide their tricks up their sleeves, correct? He must be observant and has questions to her. Arlecchino clearly has big plans for him and she wants to see if she can give him any tricks to keep in his sleeve. Why? Because it'll make everything more fun. He can turn those against her in the future, but so what? It'll make the entertainment more fun. This life of hers will be less dull if there are more competent actors.

Oh, this is going to be fun. She needs more capable pieces on this board.

"You have talent, Lyney. Your Father has such hopes for you," she lets go of his chin, finally taking the glass of wine. Her vision on her hip shines and the magician will see how the glass would become covered with a bit of frost. Chilling her own wine like this, showcasing precise control over her vision. A showcase of power, a showcase of control, a showcase of sharp fangs. Does he not want power? If not, what does he want? Protection of his siblings will require more power, more knowledge, more ambition. "Good job at taking my card now, by the way."

She winks and laughs, patting her now empty pocket.

"Open it and read it," she takes a swing of her glass, not caring about how the red liquid would roll down her chin and then on to her white shirt. It looks like blood in this lighting and her gleaming golden eyes and the scarlet lips don't make the view any less intimidating. As she wipe off the trail off her chin, Zarina chuckless. What he sees is a hedonist, a woman who cares for nothing but her own self-satisfaction. But she's sure he is aware this is another facade, another acting role with a mix of truth hiding in it. They are all in a theater play called life and it's always going to be a toxic drama with tragic twists. In life, villains might as well win unlike in happy fairytales. "Use that invitation to find me next time. Arlecchino left you here with me to ask all the questions that intrigue you. What do you desire? Tell me and I'll let you know how possible it is and how you can achieve it."

The more capable pieces there would be, the more fun the game will be. And the more humanity will succeed in moving forward, away from Archons and the old order.

[leejiieuns]

It seemed like it would become a never-ending debate, where the best place was to get coffee in the district. The raven-haired girl seated by the window would insist it was ACOFFEE, and Cho Hajun was inclined to agree-- partly because he frequented the place with her, mostly because he knew to express dissent against Ah-In would warrant a death stare. But Cheon Jaeha, standing on the other side of the room, did not know this, and proclaimed another cafe to have the best coffee in the district. Hajun would never say it, but he secretly agreed with Jaeha, and he was glad he didn’t voice out his thoughts for he saw Ah-In’s head whip so fast so she could fix Jaeha her aforementioned death glare. Hajun tried to hide the ghost of a smile on his lips at his friend’s passion for being right. Just as he thought the debate would last for longer, one of the other guys in the room-- Kim Seungmin, standing in the middle of the living room-- was whipping out his phone and suggesting that perhaps they should just order a cup from each of their suggested cafes, and everyone can give a rating to settle the debate. Noises of agreement filled the room and, in true Seungmin fashion, he managed to placate the group with just a few words, and prevented what could have been a whole thing. Not that Hajun thought they would get hostile over a coffee debate, but with so many different personalities in one room, he could never be too sure.

He had just passed the phone to Euijin, opting to skip his turn because “I agree with Ah-In, ACOFFEE all the way,”, which earned him a grin of approval from his friend, when the door swung open, and he heard the shuffling of feet as they entered the living room. There was only one person who was missing from their group, and he, along with everyone else, turned his head to the door to see her enter. But his brows furrowed as he watched her pause by the entryway, and as someone else came inside, he understood: she was with another person. He vaguely heard someone ask her who she’d brought, because as soon as the newcomer’s face come to view, Hajun’s blood went ice cold. “What the fuck is he doing here?” he said, practically hissing. 

[interxstitial]

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜ mai to jiwon

praew has been nothing short of angelic. jiwon knows he shouldn't have favourites, but praew will always be the exception. which is why he's inclined to be generous with his grace when he calls mai that afternoon, telling her that praew was involved in an argument with another student during today's lesson. he'd assured her that it was an honest misunderstanding, that it happens more often than one would think. at their age, kids can get upset over anything from a little bump while standing in line to an insult against their favourite cartoon character. it's totally normal—expected, even—at this stage of development. "it's not, and you know it," jiwon reassures, nudging mai with an elbow while watching praew climb up a slide. "so she hit another kid. it's not the end of the world. aren't you glad she's just as brave as her mum?"

various question starters: ACCEPTING!