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Guys why is tidying my tumblr so hard

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gonna CLEAN THIS ACCOUNT I swear

Posting new stuff soon! Sorry, it’s been two periods since I last posted (have found myself counting like that)

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Wishing for someone to do it with me <3

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Referring to this fic

BEGGING you to write a second part to the kindergarten assistant x military taeyong fic .. or make it into a series... it's too good

Omg thanks! And thank you again to everyone who interacted with the fic. I really didn’t realise just how much this pairing was loved.

**❗️ warning❗️Any following part(s) WILL be churned out at my brain’s own time.

As Stephen K. Amos says — 'Love is like a lost fart. If you have to force it, it's probably shit.'

Love = Writing (a passion project, if you will)

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BEGGING you to write a second part to the kindergarten assistant x military taeyong fic .. or make it into a series... it's too good

For this fic: https://www.tumblr.com/pickanumber1-7/778083930420199424/oh-no-hes-hot

Omg thanks! And thank you again to everyone who interacted with the fic. I really didn’t realise just how much this pairing was loved.

**✨warning✨Any following part(s) WILL be churned out at my brain’s own time.

As Stephen K. Amos says — 'Love is like a lost fart. If you have to force it, it's probably shit.'

Love = Writing (a passion project, if you will)

Lmk if you have other suggestions!

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Contact Lenses

-> Your bf(heesung) helps you take your contacts out (suggestive)??

-> Inspired by seeing the Enha boys’ different versions of taking their contacts out lol

~285 words

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Sitting on the couch, accompanied by a bottle of hand cream dug out from between the cushions. You stare in horror at your now silky smooth hands.

“Sung~”

“Hmm?” Heesung responds from the kitchen. His nose is buried in the freezer, muffling his voice.

“Heesung ah.”

“Yes darling?” Heesung emerges victorious with a cup of ice cream and a spoon.

“I forgot to take my contacts out.” you drawl.

“Let me have this first.”

You glare at him. Feigned annoyance that is quickly swept by a cool scoop of ice cream to the tongue. You savour the chewy bits of chocolate happily.

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I’ll be gentle, he promises.

You lay back on the couch in mock defeat. Heesung crawls over you.

Then he realises your neck is angled in an awkward position. You’re tilting your head back without much support.

Regroup, he says.

You bundle your hair in your fist as Heesung kneels on the floor and pulls you down with him.

Your head now rests on the flatter, more forgiving surface of the couch seat.

“Hurry up, my eyes are gonna dry up at this rate.”

Heesung steadies himself on the carpet, straddling your body. Bends over.

You grip his thighs for support - both emotional and physical.

“Relax for me.”

You take a deep breath, let it out and look up. Your fingers digging deeper as compensation for the lack of muscular contraction in your eyelids. Heesung’s steady hands tell you that he doesn’t seem to mind.

Don’t blink, don’t blink, don’t blink don’t bli—

It’s a gentle, blunt pinch. First one,

He waits for you to blink the irritation away,

then second.

“Feel better?”

“Mhm yep”, you press a kiss to his jaw, which he nuzzles into.

He later shows you the fished out contacts like a pimple popper showing you the extracts.

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GENUINELY me…

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Pictures from Pinterest.

Oh no, he’s hot

→ Kindergarten teacher assistant!Reader x older brother of a student (it’s Taeyong)

→ heart-warming fluff, as the title suggests

→ inspired by an event that occured last week (yes, took me some time to process it; no, I don’t think it meant anything for either of us hopefully)

-> also inspired by the Taeyong pictures at military service :D

word count: ~592 words

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Nat was a sweet, intelligent girl in your assigned class who could be quite mischievous. She was precocious for her age - probably due to growing up around adults since young. Her boba eyes could melt even the head teacher’s frost-like temperament.

She did the same three things every morning when she arrived:

Firstly, arm wrestle (you let her win every time, to her dismay, so it was a win win situation - you didn’t become a statistic of her losses and she was technically the winner).

Secondly, check your ear lobes to see if you had put on new earrings, remarking if you changed and if you didn’t.

And last but not least; ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Nope.” “Why not?”

(You felt guys your age were too… immature? Undeveloped? In both brains and brawn, you suppose. A wise woman at the fish market once told you to wait till a guy had finished his military service before even considering to date him. You believe wholeheartedly in that after going through a high school relationship that left you traumatised for the foreseeable future.)

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Nat waves goodbye to you with one hand, the other clinging onto her brother’s. Who is currently trying, with surgical precision, to manoeuvre her bag over to his arm without disrupting her waving.

“Nat’s brother is really good-looking, isn’t he?” The teachers gush in hushed tones near the cubby holes. You squeeze past them to get your bag.

You've never thought much about him. Sure, he was easy on the eyes. His style, immaculate. You’re sure he’ll never need to go through the relationship phase of needing his girlfriend to pick out clothes for him.

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Nat talks about her brother constantly. Despite the large age gap, it seems that Nat adores him. Shows you his baby photos that she’d snuck into her books for safekeeping.

He’s off at army, she says. Comes back for the weekends to stay with the family.

It’s fun with him around because she usually doesn’t see him, ever, even on the weekends. You nod along sympathetically, picturing this lean guy you’d seen on brand advertisements or the occasional fancam appearing on your fyp. In a baggy shirt, bucket hat on his head when picking Nat up from school.

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Then one fine day, you mistake him for a stranger. You blame his muscular back, and the fact that you’ve never seen him wear such… fitting clothes before.

You’re entering a mall to run errands when the person in front holds the door for you.You thank said person in your “public voice” - that kind which warrants a response, like a nod or a “you’re welcome”.

The person turns to face you, still holding the door, and you two make eye contact. It takes you a hot second to recognise him — Nat’s brother.

As if you hadn’t stared enough for the both of you, he looks, really looks at you.

Time stands still. Your heart thunders in your chest.

What is happening.

Those eyes. Sucked you right in.

And cut! You can almost hear someone shouting. Taeyong drops his gaze from yours and smiles softly.

He rushes ahead of you, rejoining his sister and mother who are browsing the menu of a restaurant further away.

You’re screwed, really screwed.

He really should’ve kept his eyes to himself.

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new ship dynamic to obsess over: the beautiful x the damned

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jewellery - j.jh

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Lately, bracelets have become your go-to accessory.

It’s a weird flex, to be honest.

To have a partner wait by the door every time you two go out, for one thing— to clasp your bracelet.

Other men might help with heels or handbags, but yours prefers the band around your wrist.

The one he got you last valentines (even though you argued it was his birthday and that he should be receiving a gift, not you), the one he (and you) know you can’t take on and off on your own.

You have a sneaky suspicion that his obsession with helping you in and out of this simple accessory goes beyond mere chivalry, but that’s a conversation for another time.

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Johnny’s SO who replies to “Who is your favourite NCT member?” With “I love them all equally, Johnnys and non-Johnnys alike.”

cue Johnny giggling and the members teasing him

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Dear diary, I read The Grandest Game in four hours today (through a headache).

what was that ending???????? screams into void

I feel like I read part 1 of a book. Where’s my second half???? Is this a financial hack for authors??? (But I really appreciate jlb for creating this world for me to delulu in :D)

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So, my thoughts:

I LOVED TGG

I was a little worried that the switching of 3 POVs was gonna trip me up, but I got used to it by the halfway mark.

Attempting to solve the riddles myself was really fun!

I was screaming at Rohan and Sav during the 88 locks riddle. What do you mean they needed 3 chapters to figure it out? Sav, you grew up with a piano (if I remember correctly)

I liked the pacing. I don’t have any complaints about the writing and dialogue being emo and stuff (like the other books) -> I have discovered that I like plot-driven books more than character-driven ones with lots of thoughts

So about those nicknames…

I attributed Savannah and Rohan’s questionable nicknames for each other to their unconventional childhoods — probably lacked opportunities to develop nicknaming skills

I decided to swap out “British” for “London” when reading. I can decidedly palate “Savvy”. It could act as a pun (?). The bar is low. After a while, I didn’t care about the nicknames. Doing small skip-overs when reading yk

I was a little confused on Gigi’s relationships with Knox and Brady. Well, first of all, I couldn’t and didn’t bother to differentiate the two men :”) so in the end, all I got was a muddled picture about the dynamics

But I don’t care cause I’m too busy re-reading the Gray/Lyra scenes

Last thing, I don’t know why, but now that Avery + 3 Hawthorne bros have become the “evil” game masters who have control over the game and players, I see them differently. Like I feel Avery is less relatable now (?). Part of that makes me feel sad and part happy cause our girl is now doing Big Things.

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okay byeee. feel free to discuss more with me!! I’m on a Hawthorne high~

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finished re-reading The Brothers Hawthorne.

I loved it (as always), however, I do want to point out a couple of things.

Firstly, the dialogue between Jameson and Avery. Somehow, I can’t visualise their conversations. Maybe it’s the writing style or that I didn’t feel that wrapped up in the book?

** edit!! Avery’s reaction and thought process is given in all 3 Tahiti mentions in the book. I guess what irks me is that Tahiti seems to be a somewhat one-sided thing, where Jameson is more eager to use Tahiti but Avery keeps rejecting to use it. Character dynamics maybe? (See replies for quotes) Oh, and take a shot every time jlb elaborates on Grayson’s mannerisms — on how and why he’d been brought up to conceal don’t feel, don’t let it show~

I feel like a couple of “spoon-fed inference” about why Grayson chooses to act or talk a certain way is enough. Readers should be old enough to infer afterwards? Show don’t tell, yk

^if I could add with the most sincere intention, I get flashbacks of Bella Swan half the time while reading Grayson’s POV

Starting on The Grandest Game soon!

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cw: Jameson calls you princess and you have the flu

(I have one of those aforementioned things)

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“Let me wallow in self pity dammit! Does the flu not offer any rights anymore?” You groan into the blankets.

Your eyes throb in their sockets, muscles shivering in a concerted effort to raise your body temperature. To kill the bacteria and pathogens with heat and…

A honey lemon drink sits on the bedside table with a clink.

“Anything I can get for you, princess?”

You can’t be bothered to argue about his use of that pet name. You do your best to sit up — more like slink your way up against the silky pillowcases (no complaints there, dang you rich people), and face the brunette.

“Do your worst.”

The words come out more grouchy than intended but you don’t care.

“Since you can’t go out,” earns him a glare. “I was thinking we could go to the library and spend the day there curled up with books.”

“Won’t I spread germs on the books?”

A pause.

“Well, I suppose we could cordon off one of the libraries and have it, and the books, disinfected afterwards.”

“Pass. Too boring.”

“Alright. Option the second: Board and card games.”

You squint your eyes in mock appraisal. “Elaborate?”

“Imagine this. Playing two man UNO with twice the number of +4 cards.”

“My brain is tired.”

“No worries, third time’s the charm. Thoughts on building Lego?”

“Promise to help me find the lost pieces?”

“I promise.”

“Deal.”

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Booping people is so fun :D

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Happy birthday, Avery Kylie Grambs

Pictures were taken from Google…

And happy 10/18 to all tig fans!!

(Fun fact, American dates are written: month/date/year)

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Quotes + commentary from my read of TFG

No spoilers!

Avery bestie, atp I think you should just date an NFL player

Grayson being an emo theater kid

We love self awareness :D

This reminds me of a certain letter…

You go girl! Get that dead man’s ash oops

Ah yes. The casual stress relieving activity

Overall

I LOVED TFG!!!! (Am currently gaslighting myself to think Eve was just a literary device to remind readers what happened in the first 2 books and a character development arc for Gray)

I read it all in a day and couldn’t put the book down.