#interactions: sara yoon castillo.

[hcnayun]

— characters: hana & sara — setting: bonfire bash in bighorn hills — partner: @sarayoon

While Hana knew a lot of people, she was a social butterfly, aside from surface level friendships and acquaintances there were few people that could actually be considered close and a real friend. Most others had been met through her business or by other shallow means.

The constant fear that lurked in the background since she'd left her home state of New York and her former career behind had been the cause of her withdrawal. It was challenging to get close and let people in when she worried what that connection would bring the other in the long run.

"Would you like a hot chocolate?" The former model asked as she sat by the bonfire near someone on their lonesome. "It's the real stuff, I promise. Not powdered," Hana began, the second mug in hand being offered. This was her attempt to give those that she'd been hovering around some space. "There's even toasted marshmallow."

[cheyohara]

While the woman rocked back and forth on her feet, Chey was attempting to decipher if she was more envious of the shade of Chucks the other was sporting or of the cup of hot apple cider she held in her hands. Typically the professor preferred her cider to be of the hard variety but the seasonal favorite the other was using to keep warm smelled fantastic.

Hazel then shifted to her own Converse clad feet as a smile pulled at her lips. "Thank you," the coffee drinker said easily, still locked in momentary admiration of her shoe choice.

"Really— they do?" A crease wrinkled her brow as her gaze panned to the woman at her side. "These are so flexible," Chey commented as she shifted around in her shoes. "Well, that's unfortunate. Apparently Chucks are no better than Reeboks in that department then. The low tops are such a vibe though, I dig that."

The confession that followed the pronouncement of courage widened the brunette's expression in nothing more or less than surprise that faded into interest piqued. "That so?" Chey sipped her hot coffee, appreciating the way it warmed her, "I mean— how huge? I'd be inclined to agree if it weren't set up as a spectacle to give people a good scare. Have you ever passed by this place any other time of year?" Specifically, the professor was thinking deeper into the dark mystique of winter. Or even late fall would work.

Clearly, Chey too had gone over similar thoughts. She was the type of woman that spent evenings winding down to true crime documentaries. Some of which she'd moved away from lately as she and Max usually curled up on the couch to movies before they were taken by slumber.

"You know— you'd be fun to explore abandoned places with," the brunette complimented. What came to mind was how much her haunted house companion would dive into the mystery of a place. "Have you ever done that?"

A moment after her haunted house partner moved up toward the entry, Chey followed and sipped her coffee another time. Part of her felt as though she needed to drink it down a bit in the chance that a jump scare got her good enough to toss the hot liquid at someone. These things made her a little anxious. People jumping out at her took Chey on a trip down memory lane that wasn't so pleasant.

"We might become bonded by what we see and experience so good call," with a wink, the professor gently nudged the beautiful woman now known to be Sara. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Chey. I'll tell you now, I've got the courage to give it a go but please don't let me punch anyone." / @sarayoon

Sara was about to answer the other's question when that compliment stopped her from doing so and prompted the short-haired woman to glance at her own shoes. There was a smile on her lips as she rocked back and forth on her feet for a brief moment, before returning her attention to the beautiful hazel-eyed brunette. "Thank you." She replied gracefully. "Yours are lovely, too, by the way. I wish high-tops didn't hurt my ankles as much as they do, though." She almost pouted at the thought. The way her lips twitched up indicated that she was about to do so, but stopped herself as it would've seemed a little childish to strangers.

Not to mention that, since Sara always took her shoes off upon coming home, regular Converse shoes or Vans shoes were easier to do so. And there was also the child factor. She would always take Converse or Vans shoes over anything else because they were more comfortable to wear when running after the little tornado she had at home.

"But to answer your question, I am working up the courage." She chuckled softly, bringing up the cup of apple cider up to her lips and taking a sip from the warm liquid. "Mostly because I'm a huge fan of true crime, and this seems like a great place for murder, if you ask me." Oops... was it too soon to let her dark tastes come out? At least she wasn't talking about all the dark romance she would read in public while keeping the straightest face ever, right? "I mean, a dark place with lots of spots to hide a body that would probably only be found near the next Halloween? Oof..." She chuckled nervously. "But you seem like a good haunted mansion buddy, so let's go in."

With a decisive nod, Sara then motioned her head towards the door and stepped closer to the entrance, then waiting for Chey to join her so she could link arms with her current companion. "I'm Sara, by the way. I figured we should know each other's names if we're going on this adventure together." / @cheyohara

[kmadrigalsoto]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: bubble time

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: afternoon

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @sarayoonc

Gently pinching Hanbin's cheeks, Kimberly couldn't help but coo out praises of how adorable he is while they waited for their bobba orders. "As I was saying, bobba is the key to a lot of cute people's hearts. If they don't like bobba..." She paused the heiress chose her words carefully, "Then that's bad and sad at the same time...They could still be cute, but I wouldn't trust them if I were yo—" Before she could even finish her sentence, their order number was called and Kimberly immediately walked over to get them before returning to Sara and Hanbin's side.

Stabbing the straw into his drink, she slid the cup over to Hanbin, before handing over Sara's drink. "Enjoy!" Kimberly then turned to her best friend and grinned, "That's a good lesson right? I was going to say ugly, but that seemed to harsh. Besides, what was that saying? 'I don't chase, I attract'...Yeah, there's no way this little bundle of joy is going to attract ugly people." Taking a sip of her drink, she then gently bumped shoulders with Sara and asked, "Thank you for hanging out with me today. How's everything with you?"

[providencepeakrp]

A day full of love has mysterious ways of pulling people together; whether that's in friendship, romance, or complete strangers being in the right place at the right time. The interactions someone may have on the greatest day of love has the opportunity to influence them for a lifetime. This is your chance. Take it. Have that interaction with someone you may have never met before or maybe someone you haven't spoked to in a long time. Experience a day full of love.

Details of the Task:

This task was designed for characters to interact with others whom they may not have interacted with before. The pairings between characters were generated using an online randomizer and then again randomized to link that pairing with a Valentine's Day related word. This task is REQUIRED. Members are asked to reach out to their match and plot a thread based on the random word they were given. * If a member is on hiatus, threads may be granted an extension. Admins will be in contact with those members.

Francesca Shen ♥ Thea Harris - Other Half

Yasemin Dogan ♥ Atlas Williams - Red

Kennedy Davis ♥ Roman Daniels - Arrow

Maya Lee ♥ Lorelai Tseng - Precious

Dean Adulyadej ♥ Elijah Falvey - Embrace

Lena Yener ♥ Zuri Hendrix - Poem

Jacob Lee ♥ Carla Villanueva - Flowers

Rachel Hargrove ♥ Aysel Karademir - Soulmates

Emeline Cormier ♥ Hyunwoo Seong - Candy

Cheyenne O'Hara ♥ Dylan Westwick - Cupid

Alicia Miller-Garcia ♥ Sara Yoon-Castillo - Valentine

Dilan Barak ♥ Aslihan Fahri-Bailey - Champagne

Abel Thompson ♥ Derek Aranda - Rose

Phoebe Yates ♥ Ayla Ceylin - Lucky

Maximiliano Cortez ♥ Wesley Kennedy - Diamond

Joshua Lincoln ♥ Tyler Singh - Passion

Verda Durmaz ♥ Sebastian Vora - Love Letter

Remi Wilder ♥ Ingrid Lozano - Kiss

CJ Welford ♥ Leila Barak - Lovebirds

Sophia Ramirez ♥ Jeanette Prabhakar - Everlasting

Esther Clements ♥ Zeynep Türkmen - Dinner

Matty Foster ♥ Elliot Chapman - Chocolate

Daniel Torres ♥ Khalil Hassan - Dance

Alejandra Solano ♥ Theo Bailey - Candles

Erol Tilki ♥ Freddie Crane - Marriage

Sage Franklin ♥ Jesse El-Massalamy - Celebration

[providencepeakrp]

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Character Name: Sara Yoon-Castillo.

Type of Connection: Adoptive Sister.

Connection Name: UTP, but last name, unless married should be Castillo.

Connection Age: 34-37.

Suggested FCs: Alyssa Diaz, Diane Guerrero, Francia Raisa, UTP as long as they are of Latino descent.

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Sara and your muse are the daughters of a lovely gay couple and they were raised in Boston, MA. Sara was adopted into the Yoon-Castillo family when she was four years old. Your muse comes from Carlos Castillo's previous relationship, thus the name. But, when Sara's dad married your muse's dad, they became the Yoon-Castillo clan.

These girls are the true definition of opposites attract. Where Sara is quiet and collected, I can see your muse being very much of an extrovert, who would always ensure that Sara would go out and see some people and interact. These two are as thick as thieves, and super close, despite their differences.

Sara moved to South Korea after high school to search for her birth mother, and ended up staying longer than she would have because, lo and behold, homegirl fell in love, got married and also, got dumped by the same guy. Lots of things happened between then and now, but, for more detailed information, feel free to peak through her bio or shoot me a DM and I'll fill you in!

Your muse's reasons for being in Providence Peak are your own, but just know that Sara followed your muse here shortly she moved to Colorado.

Do you need to be contacted before someone applies? Yes, please.

[chloeanurak]

"Awesome." Chloe smiled, "Because Liam loves him to pieces as well." It was truly nice to see her brother be included. Not that she really expected anything else. After all, they were family. Blood or not. "Hmm," She hummed, "I feel like if we go the costume route, it'd be better to do an Avengers theme. That way all the kids can pick whoever they like the best." That sounded like a good idea, right? "Now, how frown upon it is it to have little adult pick me ups in the back of a kids party?"

Sara chuckled softly at Chloe's exclamation. Sometimes, she wished she could be this energetic and effusive, alas, here she was, always the quiet one. "Aw, Hanbin will be happy with the invitation. He loves Liam to pieces." The young mother smiled. Hanbinnie's 6th birthday was still far in the year, and now, with Hyun Woo wanting to be part of the little boy's life, maybe she would have to ask his opinion? Maybe? "So, are we doing Into The Spiderverse or Avengers? Just so I start thinking about Bin's costume, that's all." / @chloeanurak

[adrianaferreyra]

green hues flicker over to an incredibly spunky young woman , then down to the rainbow pastry sitting on a napkin. dark brows furrow for a moment because yes , adriana was in fact alone and wasn't waiting for someone — what was confusing to her was trying to figure out what sort of vibes she's currently giving off that makes a stranger want to approach. before answering , adriana takes the napkin between her pointing and middle finger and drags the croissant her way , inspecting it silently. " yes , i'm alone and no i'm not waiting for anyone , " adriana confirms shortly , her gaze moving back toward the woman while she starts picking apart the pastry , grinning. " you don't want me around you and your friends. "

close starter to @adrianaferreyra

You look like you're alone... Here! Have yourself a rainbow chocolate croissant. Are you waiting on anyone or would you like to join my friends and I?

[jesseelmassalamy]

The boy easily felt like blood to him, Jesse's bonafide nephew regardless of genetics and lack of sharing real DNA. It was moments like these where he felt his height and size was best used as he carried Bin and playfully tickled and gently tossed him around a little. Those particular sounds of laughter were some of the best forms of medicine. "Nah, I don't think so, little man. Can't be cramping your ma's style." There were certain words and phrases that brought out the Bostonian accent stronger than others and 'ma' was one of them.

That answer was easier than the truth of likely slipping away because while he could handle temptation, there was a breaking point. Plus, there were certain faces around that might prove to lead to an explosive encounter.

Which, he needed to avoid.

"You're a good mom," he complimented, hugging her a little tighter for a moment to his chest as Sara leaned in. "But when he's running toward me he's very safe." The former policeman would do unspeakable things to anyone that dared harm a hair on Bin's head. He had the money, resources, and skill if anyone was hell bent on meeting the devil.

A smile touched his lips at her sweet sentiment, grinning even wider at the woman who was like a sister to him's childish antics. "You're such a sap."

They made their way toward Sara and Bin's setup, letting the boy lead the way as he walked alongside the woman he needed to do a lot of catchup with.

It went without saying he could be awful with communication.

The CapriSun was easily caught and eventually stabbed through the bottom with the straw as he settled onto a stump near the tent. "Wow," Jesse said, brows raised in amazement, "these are better than the ones I used to make." One of the campfire treats was stolen from the plate and bitten into— "you'll have to teach me how you do it, Binie."

Of course he could expect his nephew to stick around when he had friends nearby so he finished off the s'more and drink while watching the exchange between mother and son before Bin was off with his buddy.

"I'm alright," a smile cracked his momentary distant look and he bumped her shoulder gently in return, "it's kind of nice out. Though—" The barista chuckled, "I kind of miss the coffee shop."

A safe place was a safe place even if it was work. More so, Jesse relied on the routine quite a lot. It not only kept that twitch at bay, it also drowned out the demons in his head. / @sarayoon

The instant relief that took over Sara's features upon seeing Jesse lifting up her son gave room to an easy smile that always appeared on her lips whenever she saw someone being kind to her child. Jesse, as familiar as he was to her, wasn't an exception. "I'm ok!" The child, as tall as he was for his age, still seemed small in comparison to Jesse. "Are you staying with us?" He asked excitingly, still clinging to Jesse's neck, happy to be carried around since it wasn't easy for neither Sara nor Quinn to do it anymore.

"I know, I know. I just worry. That's how kids end up in the back of white vans." She sighed, leaning onto his chest as the man she considered a brother of her own, pulled her close. "I'm good. Better now that you're here." Sara smiled up at him, scrunching her nose at her best friend like she often did with Quinn, too, and sticking her tongue out at him.

At his request she let her son guide Jesse back to where they had settled down and reached into the cooler bringing out three CapriSuns, giving one to her son, keeping one to herself and throwing one to Jesse. "Uncle Jesse, I have s'mores!" They had made a few a while back, so Bin easily grabbed the plate they had kept them, and offered them to Jess.

One of his friends from school who were stationed not too far from where they were invited him over, and, since his parents were there too, Sara allowed him to go, but made him promise he wouldn't leave the tent unless it was to come back. Once promises and agreements were made, Sara turned to Jesse, gently nudging him with her shoulder. "Hey. What about you? You okay, big guy?" / @jesseelmassalamy

[jesseelmassalamy]

While Jesse held his best friend close and his ocean gaze bore down into the blur of tear distorting her own the barista felt something ache somewhere deep within.

There were no easy fixes for the pains brought on by tears managing to fall from a stoic face.

"You're always welcome here," the Bostonian interjected. It wasn't much, just a mediocre downtown apartment in the heart of this city with the view of the Rockies, but Sara would always have a home or place of refuge as long as oxygen still flowed in and out of his lungs. The woman was more family than his had ever been and that wasn't something Jesse carried around in his chest lightly.

"Stop apologizing," he commanded softly. "No more apologizing for feeling and needing something. You're no burden," the disgraced policeman assured turning and watching as she pulled away and headed for his couch, "nor are you ever asking for too much."

It was easy to see in her body language just how much things were taking their toll, and the view of it crossed his brow. Maybe not so much for himself, Jesse was a problem solver. Not just his previous profession and how engrained all that training had become, but mostly just who he'd always been.

That was yet another thing that plagued him and tore him up. The biggest confrontation of his inability to fix the broken had come with Ashlee. His failure to save her not only had sent him to the edge, it also severed his purpose.

"What has?" They both knew that the only way things would begin to feel any bit better would be if they talked about it. Which was why he had been meaning to get together with Sara himself, she'd just beat him to it. "Don't worry about me—" What hadn't been said was just how long he'd been carrying the weight of all his losses.

The weight of his guilt.

With Sara, though, it was a case of her knowing without knowing.

However, she had seen his transformation— a negative more than a positive. Once respectable and eloquent, a man of charm and promise Jesse had become quiet and withdrawn over night. Most would agree that losing someone as important and impactful as a wife would do that to anyone. Ashlee had been his high school sweetheart. She'd changed the whole trajectory of his life. Then she was gone. Her light snuffed out far too soon and it was all his fault.

In the kitchen he started the popcorn and got a bowl ready. The barista also poured a couple of glasses of 7up with ice and brought those into the room to set on the coffee table in front of the couch. Briefly the man from Boston glanced at the screen as Sara scrolled through Prime. "I also have Netflix, Hulu, Max, and Peacock," Jesse dropped before heading back for the snack that began dinging the microwave ready alarm.

When he returned, a bowl in his hand, Jesse sat next to Sara and set the popcorn in her lap. His long, heavy arm settled around her petite shoulders and pulled his best friend into his side. "I'm... alright," he couldn't really lie to her but it was true, Jesse had gotten to a point of being okay enough to function. "I have to get your advice on something but... you first." / @sarayoon

In so many ways, Sara wanted for Jesse's words to mean that she would have her problems solved. Not that she was a violent person, of course, but if only her pain was resumed to one person, and said person had been punchable. She wished she could go there and ask Jesse to hurt them for her.

But her pain and her loneliness didn't come from one only source. It came from several.

It came from being abandoned by her birth mother and then living most of her life in her sister's shadow, watching boys come and go, and telling herself she should shield her heart so they wouldn't hurt her like that, too. It came from being granted a hint of hope in meeting her birth mother, and then moving all the way to South Korea only to be told she wanted nothing to do with Sara. It came from falling in love and changing completely to fit this person her mother-in-law wanted her to be. It came from losing herself, losing her light...

It came from being promised to be loved, protected, wanted and cared for forever; to grow a little life in her womb, to make plans for their little family and feel like her light was getting back to her... only to be met with cold and hard divorce papers.

Like she was disposable.

Gosh, she was so tired of it.

Of opening herself up, of letting people see her light—letting them get warmed in her fire, only to leave once they had used enough of it.

Except for Jesse. Never Jesse.

While everyone else left, Quinn included, all those years ago and then now, Jesse stayed... and if she was being honest, she fought for him, because she knew how much Jesse wanted to leave, too.

Not him.

She wouldn't let him, though. As bad and possibly dependent of him that it might make her. But for the first time in her life, Sara didn't simply accept what had been laid out for her. She stomped her foot, she stood in front of him and she kept him from leaving her. He was too important. Had always been.

"I'm just tired." She sighed, shaking her head as she kept her arms around him for a while longer, before finally letting go of her best friend. "I'm sorry to show up unannounced, I just..." Didn't have anywhere else to go. The words got caught in her throat, her eyes welling up too, and Sara wasn't strong enough to fight them.

Her hand moved up, wiping off those wet trails from her cheeks as she set her pair of Converse shoes by his door, then stepped further into his apartment, welcoming the dimness of the light she knew it well. "I'm sorry, I..." The petite brunette shook her head. She what? There wasn't much to be said, you know... "It's just been too much. I needed a break." With that, she sat down on his couch, feeling so small. "I know you're constantly dealing with... you know, your issues. I just didn't want to be alone."

Sara felt like a damn burden to everyone. From Jesse, to Quinn always looking out for her, and Parker... And with feeling like a burden, also came the feeling of being unwanted. She didn't know which one she hated the most.

"Yes, of course." She nodded when Jesse suggested she'd pick the movie. To be honest, she would watch anything if she could be held for two hours by her best friend. "I'll check Prime. How... how are you? Sorry, I didn't ask." / @jesseelmassalamy

[jesseelmassalamy]

This was only Jesse's second year with the bonfire in Bighorn Hills, and thankfully, it was much easier this time around. Everyone dancing around and drinking didn't really bother of effect him much, what began to get to him was the amount of times he'd have to turn down the offer for a drink. For whatever reason that was becoming a bit of a hangup for the barista, despite how simple it was to graciously decline.

A small body slammed into his legs and wrapped around tight just when he'd needed a distraction the most, and a smile instantly had been drawn on his face. "Binie, my man," the disgraced former policeman rasped as he easily lifted the boy into his arms to give him a hug and then have a good look at him. "Saw you out there dancing those legs off. Are we gonna have to get you replacements?"

The Bostonian accent rang out like it always did and Jesse ignored Sara for a moment. At least, until he no longer could when she'd pulled him down for a spot of affection. "He's fine, he saw uncle Jesse, no biggie," he attempted to soothe the woman that was practically his sister.

"Hey, darling, you good?" The tall man's arm curled around her petite frame and gave Sara a little squeeze at his side, soon after letting the boy he considered a true nephew back to his feet.

"Who could resist a combination like that?" A smirk. "Lead the way." / @sarayoon

— SETTING: end of summer bonfire bash ; — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for JESSE EL-MASSALAMY | ( @jesseelmassalamy )

There was something fun playing in the background, the kind of bubblegum pop that Sara had always loved listening to, and she was taking the opportunity dance around with her kid, after all, hearing his giggle was like fuel to her. It was what kept her going on the most difficult moments.

As the song changed to something else and little Hanbin continued dancing, he ended up spotting a familiar face, and, as per usual, stormed off to said person's meeting. "Uncle Jess!" He zoomed past everyone on his way, making Sara desperately do the same and hugged Jesse's legs. "I swear to God, I'm going to stop letting him out of the house if he keeps running from me like that." She chuckled, slightly out of breath from both the dancing and the running. "Hello, my love." Still smiling, Sara rested her hands on his shoulder, gently pulling him down to kiss his cheek.

"Would you like to hang with us? We have s'mores and CapriSun."

[jesseelmassalamy]

It wasn't really common for Jesse to get visitors at his door. He wasn't even someone that ordered takeout and had it delivered. So when he pulled himself up from his stupor on the couch upon realizing that someone was in fact standing on the other side of the piece of wood that guarded the entry, he strolled over completely puzzled.

The moment it was opened a small body crashed into him and wrapped their petite arms around his large frame. At first, the Bostonian was taken aback, then his senses quickly returned and Jesse realized it was his best friend.

"What's up, Sara, you okay?" The disgraced policeman's voice rasped, low in exhaustion and survival mode as he hugged her tighter to him. Concerned flooded him and briefly he looked around for Binnie, but realization soon settled that she'd come alone. One hand smoothed up and down her back as Jesse stepped backward into his apartment with the woman that had been in his life longer than any other.

"Hey, what's going on?" He tried again, wanting nothing more than to be there for her like Sara always had been for him.

A hand was smoothed over her head and his large grasp gently took her face in his hands as he tilted it upward to get a look at her. "Do I need to hurt someone?" Because he would. In a heartbeat. No questions ever asked.

Everyone in his life had either abandoned or turned their back on him except for her. Jesse would go to the ends of the earth on hot coals for Sara. Even knowing he was an awful person, she stuck by him. So how could he let her down when she especially needed him now?

"I can make the popcorn if you wanna pick a movie," the barista offered, his arms hugged around her small figure once more. / @sarayoon

— SETTING: jesse's place ; sunday evening — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for JESSE EL-MASSALAMY | ( @jesseelmassalamy )

It had been emotionally draining couple of weeks. From Quinn leaving to Hyun Woo saying one thing and then backing out last minute, to finally realizing that her feelings for that one person had started to feel like more than a simple crush, Sara knew she needed a break.

She found herself at Jesse's door, the only one who seemed to know exactly how to calm the storm in her heart just by being there. He didn't have to do much, or say much.

Besides, with people coming and going, up and leaving, breaking their words, choosing others... Jesse remained as her constant. From day one, from their childhood together, to piano lessons and school... he had always been her constant.

The petite brunette knocked on his door and offered him a smile when the tall, former policeman opened it for her. It didn't take long for her to throw her arms around him, seeking that much-needed solace she had gone there for. "Tighter." She told him upon feeling him hugging her back in the midst of a sigh, as if he was able to hug the sadness and loneliness away.

Jesse, too, had his demons he needed to fight. That much, Sara knew, and maybe being there tonight, was kind of selfish of her. Maybe being there meant adding more to his shoulders, but who else would she turn to?

"Movies and popcorn?" She asked, still in his arms.

Still not wanting to be let go.

[cheyohara]

In many ways Cheyenne O’Hara was a walking contradiction and conundrum all in one. While her career was centered around theology, both as a professor and podcast host, she wasn’t a religious person herself. The brunette had simply made a career out of something that fascinated her, something that had sent her down the rabbit hole of in the quest for answers. While much of the supernatural seemed mythical, the professor certainly believed in ghosts and hauntings.

This particular setup though was for entertainment. A thought that had filled her conscious mind as she approached the haunted mansion. When she and Max had been at the pumpkin patch earlier in the week, participating in the pumpkin carving contest, there had been a lot of talk about this particular spooky house. Rather than fearful, Chey was intrigued, and perhaps even a bit excited to test her mettle. 

Comfy in an oversized, cozy sweater and a pair of distressed vintage jeans, her own high top Converse brought her to a halt with a hot coffee in hand next to someone likely doing something similar. “Definitely,” Chey affirmed and glanced at the woman with the great cut. “Are you working up the courage yourself or are you waiting on company?"

Briefly, her hazel gaze drifted from the inviting cup of cider down to the woman’s shoes. When their eyes met again, a compliment came pouring out at her good taste— “love your shoes.” Chey’s only hesitation was that these themed events usually had someone jumping out at you or even grabbing you, and her worry was how she’d react to that. “Yeah, let’s do it.” / @sarayoon

— SETTING: haunted acres ; oct 27th — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for CHEYENNE O'HARA | ( @cheyohara )

With Hanbin's official birthday behind her Sara felt like she could allow herself to enjoy some grown-up fun at the pumpkin farm while her child remained at home with the nanny. The short-haired brunette held the cup of apple cider tightly in her hands, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she watched the entrance of the so-called haunted mansion.

Her light yellow Converse shoes covered her feet as she rocked back and forth, debating whether or not she should go in. As a lover of true crime, she could see how this could end up badly for her, but at the same time, haunted houses had nothing to do with true crime and everything to do with messing with people's imagination, right?

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the plastic cup in her hands when someone stopped beside her. "Are you thinking about going in?" She asked the other, looking at the beautiful woman she's seen at the pumpkin patch with Max a few days ago. "Need a haunted mansion buddy?"

[chloeanurak]

She often found that asking those with kids of their own, usually meant a solid idea or two. Sara did not let her down, in fact, at the suggestion of an Avengers party, where his friends dressed up as their favorite sounded amazing. "Sara-- I could kiss you!" She squealed, "That's genius. I do also really love the idea of a strictly Spiderman themed in New York as well." Both ideas could led to an amazing party. "I hope you know that also means that Habin will be in attendance." Not that either of them ever doubted that, after all, Chloe loved that little boy, and so did Liam.

The thing about being a single mother was that you often became Superwoman, protecting your child from the world, while also preparing the world for them. It was one of the hardest jobs out there, and even though she knew that Lian was Chloe's younger brother, that didn't mean the business woman wasn't trying to do the same for the little boy. "Why don't you make him a Spider-man themed party? Get him to dress up, have the decoration simulating New York?" She suggested. If money wasn't the problem, then, there was one less problem to be dealt with, for sure. "Or maybe an Avengers, party. His friends can dress up as superheroes and join Spiderman on this mission." / @chloeanurak

[chloeanurak]

Chloe let out a deep sigh, and slummed her shoulders. Sara was right, she did need to tone it down, just a little. But she also couldn't stand being around judgemental pricks, and sometimes, she'd find herself calling it out before anything was even confirmed. Plus, she knew Sara had her back here. "That's kind of the thing." Chloe began, "There isn't a budget." Which meant anything went. "He's going to be eight, and he's into the superheroes stuff. Definitely loves Spiderman." She chewed on her bottom lip, "I know I might sound crazy, but honesty, I mean -- when have I ever been sane?"

"I'm going to need you to tone it down a bit, Chlo..." Sara blinked a couple of times as the woman went on about feeling like she was being judged and then finally, asked for suggestions. "I was just going to ask about your budget." After all, who was she to judge what other people did for their loved ones birthdays? "How old is he turning again? Because it's best to do something he would like, not something you think he would like." / @chloeanurak

[kmadrigalsoto]

Kimberly's heart melted as soon as she saw Hanbin bow while thanking her. "Oh my goodness, I cannot!" she exclaimed while bowing along with him. It was a silly act, but the heiress couldn't help herself. At this rate he was her little weakness. "Hm?..." A little distracted, she did pick up on Sara's response and laughed as she waved it off, "Little by little bestie, you already know that I'm trying to develop this cutie with high standards." Pausing, she had to agree with her about how they attract ugly people all the time and so she added, "That'll be my next lesson for sure though. We can't let him be tainted by the uglies."

Following Sara's lead, she sat down by the table and got comfortable before crossing her legs and responding to her question, "Anytime my dear...Duh, yes he is!!! I actually got a gift card to Oasis for all the work I've been doing, so you wanna come with? Think hard on your response mmkays? Because you know how I feel about rejection." She definitely didn't mind having company when it came to a spa date, plus as a mother, surely Sara needed some time for herself and what better way than to have it then at a place that promotes relaxation. "And how's everything in the art world and the gallery, hm?"

Leave for Hanbin to be the charismatic child Sara could never have been, and maybe that was yet another trait he had inherited from his father, and the way he acted and reacted around people like Kim and Peyton was more than enough to have it plastered in front of her face as her best friend went on and on about people who didn't like bobba. "What do we say to Kimmy?" Sara gently rubbed the little boy's back as Kim handed him the bobba tea, which he replied with a smile, a thank-you and a little bow, too cute for a five-year-old to be doing. "You know you're far too nice to him. We can all attract ugly people, so we should also teach him how to handle those." She chuckled, motioning her head towards one of the empty tables outside. It was such a nice day out that it would be a shame to be cooped in. "Nonsense... thank you for treating us to some bobba tea. How's everything at work? Irza's been treating you nicely, I hope?" / @kmadrigalsoto