#wc: 271

[lgcsori]

ASTER'S PERSONAS

‘which version feels more “real” to them or have they lost track of the difference?’

sori is different on stage and in front of the cameras. sori has never been a very social person, and still isn’t. behind the cameras she barely interacts with people besides her members and a few friends, and even with members and friends she can still feel awkward, out of place. her shyness vanishes on stage or in front of the cameras, she talks more, is more affectionate and is fine with physical touch. how she interacts with other idols on camera you’d think she has a lot of idol friends, truth is, she doesn’t really have any idol friends beside her members and some nova members. sori is completely different when she’s an idol and when she’s simply herself.

off camera sori feels more real, though sori prefers her personality on stage and in front of cameras. off cameras she’s silent, too busy with something always, doesn’t have time for friends, she’s often seen as cold. on camera the fans like her, but sori always fears that if the fans got to know the real her then they wouldn’t like her as much as anymore, if any at all. 

it’s easy for sori to switch between the personalities she has, once she spots a camera she’s completely different. sometimes sori feels like she’s lying, because she’d never be as affectionate around people as she is when the cameras are rolling. sometimes she wonders if her ‘on-screen personality’ will ever take over completely, but she’s unsure if she wants that. she’s not sure if she wants to be off-camera sori or on-camera sori, perhaps, she likes it that there’s a difference.

[danfengfan]

三月七 — under the crescent moon

° FEM READER / WLW

synopsis : eating doughnuts with your co-worker under a crescent moon

march 7th was always the happy-go lucky girl in your workplace, so how is it that she winded up eating with you, the always dead and level-headed girl?

march always found herself looking at fashion and threw herself at the opportunity of a date whenever she could but even then she never found someone she actually loved

feeling tired from being scolded at work, her failed date, never experiencing the feeling of love. march broke down in the middle of the road, the city lights being the only thing shining on her besides the light from the moon. it seemed she was too involved with her problem to notice you were standing in front of her

"whats wrong?"

"everything about me! so many things are wrong with me and i dont know how much longer i can wait…"

wait, she recognized that voice

"___!?"

"i didnt know you lived so close by. want one?"

you simply dismiss march and pull out a donut. march thinks for a bit before taking the donut from you and sitting down on a nearby bench, you following suit

"thanks"

"of course, i always grab a donut whenever i mess up"

"wait, you mess things up!?"

"well, why else would i be eating one right now?"

march cant help but just silently nod her head and continue eating the donut. after that, you guys didnt talk for the rest of the night even when march noticed you had a little crumb on the edge of your mouth march cant help but not wanna break the comforting silence, so she started up ahead at the crescent moon

[behaneul]

RIGOROUS in which haneul takes advantage of the open practice time

throwing himself head first back into training has been something that he had found almost second nature to him. it's never been difficult for him to do anything when it comes to dancing, considering he considers it one of the many loves of his life.

dancing is important to him, and even after the 3 hour long dance class, haneul only finds himself wanting to do more. he holes himself up after eating dinner, claiming a practice room to himself (for now) until someone inevitably shows up.

he goes through everything they had learned today and he thinks back to his time in his old company. where the coaches had kept an eye on them and he always suspected that they watched them very meticulously through the cctv. he has no proof, but the coaches would sometimes comment on little things that he knew he had never told anyone.

he wonders if anyone is watching him now.

it doesn't matter though and he plays the music, his eyes focused on his reflection in front of him. he faces the mirror, making sure to keep his expression neutral for now. he would tweak his face depending on what he thought he should look like throughout the performance, but he needed to make sure he wasn't making strange faces as it went.

practice goes smoothly as it usually does, and he lays on the floor, panting softly after a couple runs. it feels good to be back, and he hopes that he'll be able to stay after the probation time is up. who knows, but he's going to do his best until then.

[sweetshuga]

Roommates ✧ CS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

roomie!chris! When your roommate gets a little too comfortable with you.

"Hey, have you seen my navy briefs?" Chris called out from your shared bathroom, you closed your phone and looked at your closed door. Sighing as you mumbled to yourself, "kid’s always asking me for his belongings like i take ’em or sum’," a groan of annoyance left your lips, "no? Why would I have seen them?" You shouted back, earning a laugh from him, causing you to roll your eyes, "now, what’s so funny about that?" Just as you spoke, Chris walked out of the bathroom and straight into your room, clad in only a towel around his waist.

Your eyes widened briefly, your gaze darting down before snapping back up to his face, your voice slightly shakier than before, "why are you in my room?" He nonchalantly looked around, "do you even clean-" A pillow flew up to hit him square in the face which he caught before it did, causing a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Butterflies. "Get out!" You yelled, more out of nerves than anger.

"Alright, alright, no need to get violent, I’ll just go back to my room then," he jutted his bottom lip out dramatically, pouting, causing you to let out a small amused laugh despite your flustered state. "C’mon, get out Chris, come back when you’re fully dressed or sum’," you said as you pretended to scroll through your phone again—you obviously couldn’t focus on anything the Instagram reels – you idly scrolled through – provided, your mind stuck on the image of him in only a towel around his waist– don’t, he’s just a roommate.

Rule number 1: Do not fall for each other.

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rule. 2 3 4 5 6 7 Origin

wc. 271

note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. A little blurb<3

© sweetshuga

[party-pri3st]

Pandreo knows, all the way to his bones, when Fogado is wearing a mask. Mostly because he usually has at least one, even when they're alone. This one, he likes the least. The one that is practically begging him to turn back, to laugh along, to skim the surface.

No. Not this time. Above all, what's most important is Fogado's comfort, but if he has to reach through the grate and rip that mask off, he will.

He thought Fogado preferred this - not being seen or touched, while he wrestled the demons eating away at him. But the distance has only increased, somehow. Does...does Fogado not trust him? Does he think Pandreo can't handle whatever is weighing him down?

"Fogado," Pandreo says, perhaps more coldly than he's ever spoken to the man across the wall from him. "Cut it out, please. You're not obligated to spill everything on me all at once, of course, but...don't treat me like I can't tell how much you're hurting."

It's a privilege, Pandreo knows, to even be able to rip off that mask. To even notice it. He's not asking for a small thing, he knows. But he has to pull the stake out, if the healing can begin.

"Take your time," Pandreo says after a few long moments of silence. His voice has quieted, softened. He thought Fogado needed the comforting indifference of a priest, but right now, Fogado needs Pandreo. "We have all day, all night. I'm not leaving."

He wants to repeat that. Etch it into Fogado's side of the wall. I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving.

*dragging my singed and crispy body over to you* party at my place tonight?

non-mission board | restoration

[hiraethwrote]

contents : gn!reader but written with f!reader in mind, reader is smaller than satoru, mentions and depictions of blood and injuries, hurt/angst to comfort, though the comfort is bittersweet ig, established relationship, fear of losing loved one, ig hinting at spoilers, really rushed so probably bad wc 1.5k an : so this is the canon ending now right? right? (also no tags bc might be spoilery for 271, so just to be sure) comments and reblogs is much appreciated

no words were spoken. you only held one arm around satoru's torso, the other on his chest while you helped guide him into the bathroom. exhaustion was tainting his entire body — you could feel it, how his weight rested against you, strong arm thrown over your shoulders in support.

you sat him down on the edge of the bathtub. his arms hung limp at his side, back curved forward and head angled towards the floor.

there was a lump of nerves forming in your throat. you swallowed it before delicately putting your hands on each side of his face to make him look at you. there was an uneasiness in you that would not be settled until you had his beautiful eyes on you, telling you he would be okay.

blood stains and scars decorating his face, but same cerulean eyes staring back at you. a shaky breath traveled past your lips when you were met with the familiar adoration that was default when he had his attention directed at you. even now — absolutely drained, barely able to keep his balance on the porcelain edge — there was the purest form of love in his eyes. as long as he was able to look at you, there would never be any doubts.

you flashed him a weak and quivering smile, grasping onto every ounce of strength you had to not break down. the love of your life was sitting in front of you barely able to keep his eyes open, beaten and battered after the battle.

up until now, he had stubbornly stayed brave through it all, not once letting his optimism waver for the sake for everyone around him, seeing as everyone was counting on him. and for all these months, he had acted exactly how everyone expected the strongest to act. but you were witnessing how the life threatening events were finally catching up with him.

his head fell forward again once your hands disappeared from his face to grab the hem of his shirt. you felt sick, the fabric turned stale with blood. you didn’t know how much of it was his own or not.

but there was no time to grieve his pain, he needed you right now. carefully you started to tug at his shirt, trying to pull it over his head — it proved difficult, firstly because you had to peel it off his skin, and secondly he didn’t exactly make it easy. “baby, you have to let me help you,” it came out as a plea.

there was a shift in his body, almost able to hear how his muscles creaked when he began to raise his arms. quickly taking advantage of the opportunity, you fisted the gross material and pulled, eventually throwing it aside.

you couldn’t help how you let out a quiet whimper when your eyes landed on his bare chest — cuts, bruises, blood. your boyfriend forever marked from the trauma he had been through, now always serving as a reminder.

pull yourself together, you thought to yourself. there wasn’t room for you to break down right now. you could do that later.

“okay, come on.” you stepped over the edge, gently sliding your arms under his to help him get in the tub. with some struggle and grunts, you eventually had him between your legs. “it’s okay, just relax. i got you,” you whispered into his ear, causing his head to fall back against your shoulder. his eyes were closed, breathing slow and deep.

you were a little lost on what to do next, his stature so massive compared to yours. any movement you did to help him became awkward, finding it hard to manoeuvre your own limbs around him — but you tried your best, grabbing the shower head and turning the water on.

“sorry, sorry, sorry,” you mumble against his temple, his body flinching when the cold water made contact with his skin. it didn’t take too long before you felt his body relax again when the temperature turned bearable.

first you let the water slide down his chest, tenderly rubbing your hands along his skin to get the worst of the stains off of him.

“oh, my satoru, i’m so sorry. i love you.” you continued to whisper affirmations, not even sure he was present enough to actually hear what you were saying.

you filled your cupped hand with water, lifting it to his head, carefully pouring it over his head and brushing his hair out of his face.

then, barely audible, he breathed your name. just your name.

instinctively you squeezed your cheek against him, arms clinging on around him. you own clothes were now soaked, having the water just run over the two of you, but you didn’t care. right now you were solely focused of the sensation of feeling him against you, in your arms, still alive despite it all.

“will you be able to stand?” after half an hour of tenderly scrubbing his body clean and washing his hair, it seemed the warmth of the water had caused some power return to his body. it wasn’t much, but enough for him to get on his feet and step out of the tub with a little help from you.

you had him grab the sink so you would be able to take off your wet clothes. you threw them in the tub, a task for later, leaving you standing in your underwear. that was the least of you worries at the moment, grabbing a towel off the rack before standing in front of him again.

”lean forward, please.” he did as he was told, throwing the towel over his head and you started to dry his hair.

it gave your mind time to run wild, thinking of how close you were to losing him tonight. never be able to trace lines long his skin, never kiss his lips again, waking up in your shared bed alone.

you had subconsciously started to sniffle, fighting the tears. you didn’t want to cry. you wanted to be strong, like he had been for so long. for one evening, you wanted to be the person he had been for everyone else — for you.

his strong hand circled your wrist, abruptly stopping your movements. a grunt escaped him as the towel fell from his head to rest around his neck.

once again his gaze connected with yours, simply taking your breath away. “i’m still here.” his voice was low, raspy, unlike his own.

you blinked away the tears that were so close to spilling over into waterfalls down your cheeks, feeling your chin tremble making it all so much harder.

you nodded, attention flittering between his eyes. he was right, he was after all still here, against all odds. safe. sound. alive.

despite still standing, there was a limited reservoir of energy left in him, evident by how he was fighting to keep his eyes open. “let’s get you to bed.”

again he threw his arm over your shoulders for support before you walked for the bedroom. you took your time, short and staggered steps through the halls that were so eerily quiet. reaching the bedroom, you helped him lay down on the mattress, a long, content exhale of relief leaving him as he finally let his muscles relax completely, melting into the bed.

you didn’t hesitate to climb up next to him, placing your head on his naked chest and draping your arm across his stomach out of habit. you head rose and sank with the slow expansions of his breathing — then you felt it.

his heart — hearing the thumps, feeling the beating against your ear. you couldn’t stifle the tears anymore, running across your nose and landing on his chest. for the entire evening you had seen him move, grunting and growling, occasionally muttering words you couldn’t make out.

but feeling his heart was different, the proof you needed to ground yourself in the reality that he was actually still breathing. you would still be able to feel his embrace when reunited at the end of the day, hear his laugh at the dead of night when you should be sleeping, love him for as long as he was still breathing.

his arms tightened around you, securing you close to him as the sobs started to spill past your lips. “not going anywhere, love,” he mumbled, “you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

of course he still found it in himself to serve a harmless joke, causing you to huff a sorry excuse for a chuckle between your sobs. “you’re such an idiot.”

his chest vibrated softly under you, hearing a low rumble that was supposed to be a chuckle in return. “sorry.” the audible smirk in his voice actually brought you comfort.

“i love you,” he whispered after a while.

focusing on steadying your voice before opening your mouth to talk. “i love you too.”

“we’ll be okay.”

“i know.”

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[sagesturns]

˖°. cradle- c.s ˖°.

contents: smut. pnv. soft dom!chris. fluff.

The room was bathed in soft gold — a low lamp by the bed throwing halos of light across the sheets, the bathroom door cracked open just enough to spill a faint glow. Chris had left it that way on purpose. He always did. He knew you couldn’t sleep in the dark.

Now, his hands skimmed over your bare hips, slow and steady, tracing you like a map he never wanted to forget. His forehead pressed against yours, breath warm against your lips.

"You sure, baby?" he murmured, voice thick with the effort to hold himself back. His fingers stroked your sides gently, waiting.

"Yes, Chris," you whispered, heart hammering. You arched into him, thighs parting without hesitation, your skin sliding against his in the warm air between you.

A shaky breath left him. He guided himself to your entrance, pausing just long enough for you to feel the tremble in his arms. Then, with a slow, careful push, Chris eased inside — the thick, burning stretch of him filling you in one fluid, devastating motion.

You gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound with a broken kiss. His hips stayed flush against yours, buried deep, unmoving for a moment as he cradled your face in both hands.

"You're doing so good," he whispered, voice cracking. "So perfect. Just breathe, baby. I'm right here."

The room blurred around you — the light, the warmth, the feel of his body heavy and steady over yours — until all you knew was Chris and the way he held you like you were everything.

a/n: trying to get more used to writing smut! and my baby chris deserves sm love right now.

wc: 271

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[endueringfire]

hyein wasn't in the business of interfering with her sons' lives. they were already grown and - mostly - put together men who rarely disappointed her. but while byunghee wasn't always appreciative of it, since he got in trouble trying to make her and his father happy, she felt the necessity of checking in on him as often as possible. and so she would, sometimes, let herself into his apartment, usually to clean some things up and to leave some food for him in the fridge. this time, she wanted only to cook him a nice breakfast and she definitely wasn't counting on someone else coming out of byunghee's bedroom. 

she'd had enough time to contend with her son's... proclivities, and while she still didn't fully understand it, byunghee had never given her a reason to not trust him. so she forced herself to be happy for him and to accept him for what he was, but if the young man wanted to refer to himself as her son's friend, she was willing to roll with it. "oh, hello," hyein smiled - he looked sweet, at least. better than some of the girls her son had unfortunately paraded around in the past. "ah, honey, don't worry," she waved him off, plating the eggs she had fried and grabbing the container of kimchi off the fridge. "i'm almost done, just take a seat."

she went through the motions of serving the food she had prepared - the eggs, the spam, the kimchi, the rice -, setting the table for three instead of two. "so, how long have you and byunghee been... friends?"

few things in the world were more embarrassing than this. sung'd barely gotten an, "ah- hello," before embarrassment and red tinted skin filled every inch of his body. as he bowed - with proper posture, the least he could do - sung was ever so grateful that he had chosen to put his pants back on before coming out of the room that morning.

nonetheless, he felt extremely underdressed. the feeling of the soft cotton on his skin was suddenly as if it was sandpaper. sung had imagined meeting byunghee's mother a million times over the last eight years, yet not a single time was it ever anything close to this. with how cautious byunghee had been about their relationship, he wasn't even sure how much she knew about him, if anything at all.

"i apologize for the intrusion and for looking so..." disheveled, he'd say, but he didn't want to seem like he was fishing for compliments. instead, he raised from his bow and smoothed his hands over his hair in case it might have been sticking up from rolling around in his sleep. "um, i'm choi joosung, byunghee's friend." he barely paused half a second before continuing, "you've raised a wonderful son. and-and i've very much been looking forward to meeting you." everything he wanted to say came blurting out before much of anything had occurred to the point that after he finished, it only then occurred that she must be here for a reason. being in the kitchen, he turned his attentions to a less intense conversation topic, "are you, um, would you like help with anything?"

@endueringfire

[tree-ohnine]

footsies (rewrite)

for @jilymicrofics (25. SPRING)

wc: 271 notes: fourth year, btw

Ever since Mary and Sirius had begun dating in the spring, she had been- forcefully, might she add- dragging Lily along with her to sit with him and his friends. And, because she was such a good friend, she had agreed. Except Mary did not wait for her to say that when she tugged on Lily's arm.

So here she was. 

Sitting across from the worst of the Marauders.

James.

She took a deep breath.

And pulled a tight smile.

Plunging her fork in and out of the now cold chicken, she looked straight at him. Slowly pulling the fork out, stabbing it back in. 

“Oi, Evans, let’s keep it civil, alright?” 

Civil? 

“You know you're anything but, Potter.” She laughed. And she could swear she heard a snicker from somebody.

Lily returned to her food. James did the same. And all was peaceful.

Unusual, but pleasant.

Until it wasn't. 

James kicked her feet. She kicked back. By the time a few more rounds of this, she was sure her robes were scuffed. Lily found herself not caring.

When he kicked her shin especially hard, she did the same right back- even harder, maybe- and, very much regrettably, let out a giggle. 

“Romantic,” Sirius whispered in her ear. She jumped. 

“Nice game of footsies.” He continued. She felt warmth spring up her neck and cheeks, and she was sure she was red as a tomato. Not helping her case.

“I was not playing footsies with him!” Lily shrieked. James kicked her once more and the realization dawned on her. 

Oh, no.

“I was... I was playing footsies with Potter.” She muttered under her breath.

[amoebagrl]

more sugarmommy!abby hcs I’m begging 🧎🏾‍♀️

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sugar mommy!abby headcannons pt. 2

content warnings: cursing (?) and suggestive comment on last headcannons

wc: 271

a/n: i got so so many requests for this omg!!😭 i hope u guys enjoy because i def wanna write more of this au! ♡ sorry if these r a bit repetitive :c

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby who grocery shops at like, Erewhon and buys super expensive ingredients simply because she can.

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby who takes you to all the NBA games of the team she sponsors because it "reminds her of college."

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby having the comfiest bed/duvet. like woman dropped 100 gs on it 😭😭

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby in a suit at one of her hospital's gala things. that's it. that's the head cannon.

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby proposing to you with a literal rock.

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby taking you shopping & spoiling you for like any reason she can. oh, you ran out of moisturizer? she's taking you to Sephora rn!!! and buying you anything you want while you're there...♡!

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby on vacation with you in like, paris. i dunno i just feel like she's the type to vacation often! she def loves to travel with her girl.

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby in her home gym. like imagine bringing her like a smoothie or something and shes just. sweaty and like.. AAA

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby being such a book nerd LMAO. like i feel like she'd take her timeeee in a barnes and noble! its fs so cute tho 😭

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby at the county club (more like cuntry club) in a polo shirt... my god!!!!11!! AND THOSE TIGHT FORMAL PANTS?

୨୧ sugar mommy!abby taking you to a family dinner party for the first time!! (idk i always view her as coming from money but also successful on her own/highest earner in her family) and like getting all possessive because some cousin makes a sly comment about how 'lucky' she is or something... OMFGG.

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In Time : Tom Holland x Reader

Chapter 11

The End

2k wc and SMAUs , click here for warnings and other chapters

Y/n sat beside Harry as Tom exchanged autographs with Son Heung-min. She watched as Tom paused, looking beside him and then frowning slightly. Before she could ask him what was wrong , his eyes met hers.

Tom’s frown softened into a pout. “Love, come ‘ere,” he requested, shifting on the couch so there was more room for y/n. He smiled as she sat beside him. He kissed her cheek before turning to Son Heung-Min.. “This is my girlfriend , y/n,” Tom said proudly.

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yourusername: boyfriend material 😘

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Y/n closed her eyes peacefully as she rested her head on Tom’s shoulder as they sat in the van on the way to the next press event. She felt his lips press tenderly against the top of her head. She hummed as he quietly asked if she was doing okay. She smiled as his arm around her waist tightened lovingly.

Tom took advantage of y/n’s restful state. He slyly nudged Harry and looked over at y/n. When his brother nodded and took his phone out to take a picture for him, Tom smiled and mouthed thank you. Harry grinned But teasingly shook his head. Tom knew he was probably being a bit much, but he just so proud that she’s with him.

Tom watched from the side as y/n chatted with some of the crew backstage at his latest press event. He’d made sure to introduce her to as many people as he could. He couldn’t help but want to show her off. But he also hoped that pointing out her hard work and skill at y/f/h would help her lock down a job she enjoyed here in London. Because he can’t imagine her having to go back to the us. Mostly as she doesn’t want to, she mentioned this herself several times after arriving and getting comfortable with some of the cultural differences. So for her sake he didn’t want for her to have to leave. But truthfully he also didn’t want her to leave simply because he selfishly wanted her to stay for his own sake as well. Lucky for him, it seemed like y/n had picked up on networking early on in the press tour. Tom smiled to himself knowing it should help her land a job she’d enjoy that would also let her stay here.

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LA premiere

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yourusername: The One Where The Press Tour Ends and The North American Premiere Begins. 🕷️❤️

So proud of my incredibly talented and handsome boyfriend, and the rest of the cast and crew! You definitely don’t want to miss this film! ❤️

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karinainatlanta: You look like royalty y/n! 👑🔥

yourusername: He sure made me feel like royalty 🥹

tomholland2013: Thank you for coming, my darling xx❤️

yourusername: No place I’d rather be than by your side T😘

nikkihollandphotography: you both look incredible ❤️

hollandfanatic17: That photo is the cutest 😭

parker_13_holland: he took her to the premiere, im deceased!!!!

zendaya: thank you girl, you looked so gorgeous! ❤️❤️❤️

tomholland2013: isn’t she absolutely radiant? 🥰

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tomholland2013: I can't believe we actually did it. Sharing the screen and my life with these incredible people has been nothing short of life changing. This movie is a labour of love a celebrates three generations of cinema. It truly is a dream come true and I'm forever grateful for all the love and support we've received over the years.

You made this third movie possible and I’m so grateful for that because it gave me the greatest opportunity of my lifetime. This film brought with it the chance to meet the most incredible people; off and on set. It was an experience I’ll never forget.

We love you and thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Enjoy the movie.

P.S. Bring tissues!

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yourusername: forever happily indebted to this film ❤️

tomholland2013: as am I 😘 xxx

karinainatlanta: What a stylish couple! 👏👏

tomholland2013: She makes it easy 😊

yourusername: p.s. YES, definitely bring tissues! That is unless you feel like being a crying mess when you leave the theater cause this talented cast WILL make you cry🕷️❤️

tomholland2013: @/yourusername: you still looked beautiful, xxx

hollandfanatic17: OMG him helping with her heels? 😭

yourusername: 🥹 So unbelievably proud of you honey ❤️

tomholland2013: ❤️🥹

parker_holland: anyone else see they shared the same photo of them embracing and spinning? 😍

toms_wife_13: i saw a tiktok of that moment! It was so cute, she was so happy for him

parker_holland: @/toms_wife_13 plz send me the link! I HAVE to see that!

marevlicious_sam: @/toms_wife_13 me too plz!🙏

harperhollander: curious to see what’s next for them now that the premier is over? 🙄 Finally no more fake media reporting

hollandnews: wtf are you taking about? Look at these photos, the only thing fake here is you. But I agree, can’t wait to see what is in store next for them because they’re here to stay😌

tsholland_4ever: alert! Y/n commented multiple times on this same post! 👀

yourusername: yeah… I couldn’t help it 🤷‍♀️ 😂

tomholand2013: @/yourusername always has my back ❤️

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in a way, she's disappointed when the string of learning and friendly games come to an end. of course, this meant people were off for the holidays, but suddenly she finds the dorms a bit too empty for her liking, and instead she's left to fend for herself in the grand scheme of things. really, with the games, she had come in contact with trainees she had never even gotten a chance to really talk to, as well as have chats with trainees she had had her fair share of chats with in the same breath.

and for once, she couldn't really flirt, at least not in front of the cameras. that's a fact that her almost, nervous in a way, but in the same vein, she barely had time to think about any of that. she learned the history of games, far more than she ever thought was possible. she excelled at jegichagi, really to the point where she could even make decent jegi's, which had a sort of warmth spreading through her she was unknown to feeling.

perhaps feeling a void. that's what she had been chasing, maybe, but she wouldn't give herself a chance to acknowledge that.

instead, she sits, begrudgingly, in her frustration of not being able to bend the wind to her will for kite flying-- for once, her competitiveness couldn't help with this, really. she would have to wait for the winds to change before the kite would fly the way she wanted. and at the same time, she relished in being the best at tuho, which resulted in even getting a bit of dessert, too. guess you win some, but you lose some, too.

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