#or i will forget about this acct

[jmr-observingfromafar]

... hello !

i have concluded that i'd like to do a little intro post to cover the basics. (aka i saw other people do it and went "i should do that")

so hello there :)

i go by jmr (pronouns? i hardly know her! any are fine lol), and i'm a person on the internet who likes to make things. (wow how descriptive j anything you'd like to elaborate on?) no. this is my space for incessant ramblings and not much coherence.

i have an instagram, an ao3 account, and now a tumblr (wow!!!)

and i think that's it.

yap to me about Things and Stuff if you are so inclined bc that's super cool i promise im rly nice ok bye :D

[quartergremlin]

Hey, do you support Palestine? Our beliefs seem similar so I assume you do. I saw you reblogging some Percy Jackson stuff and wanted to let you know that it’s something we should be boycotting. Idk if interacting with fan posts counts but… you know.

Hi! Many people are choosing to boycott Percy Jackson specifically because of Riordran's statement about the genocide that he posted to his personal site, but Percy Jackson is not a boycott target listed by the BDS. Disney is, so you shouldn't be watching the show as a product of theirs, but the difference is why and what the goal of the boycott is.

On their site, the BDS states that Disney is a boycott target because "The Disney-owned Marvel Studios (US) is promoting in the next Captain America film a 'superhero' that personifies apartheid Israel. Both companies are therefore complicit in 'anti-Palestinian racism, Israeli propaganda, and the glorification of settler-colonial violence against Indigenous people,' as Palestinian cultural organizations have stated."

They also say "We must strategically focus on a relatively smaller number of carefully selected companies and products for maximum impact. We need to target companies that play a clear and direct role in Israel’s crimes and where there is real potential for winning... Compelling large, complicit companies, through strategic and context-sensitive boycott and divestment campaigns, to end their complicity in Israeli apartheid and war crimes against Palestinians sends a very powerful message to hundreds of other complicit companies that 'your time will come, so get out before it’s too late!'"

The ultimate goal is to put pressure on these companies to get them to withdraw their support of Israel, and while it's great that the fan percy jackson boycott happened to align with the requests of the BDS, they do warn against following random boycott lists that you might find on social media.

Disney is a pressure target, so you should follow their guidelines to boycott them effectively through purposeful action, namely by canceling your Disney Plus subscription (make sure to tell them why!), not buying their products, and putting pressure directly on the company on social media. ���

TDLR:

interacting with fan content does not count because the target of the boycott is Disney, who won't feel it either way if you stop talking to your friends about Percy Jackson, but who will feel it if you cancel your Disney plus subscription and stop giving them money.

Listen to the people you're trying to help about what they need when it comes to boycotting.

[misscarcands]

thinking about this one sub's reaction when i made him shove his trembling hand between my thighs as i whispered in his ear how wet he's made me just by being such a good and obedient toy

[clownov]

finally made a linktree in the year of our lord 2024 (linktr.ee/novsart)

[funkbun]

logging out of twitter is the best thing u could do actually

[emmaspolaroid]

I was deliriously tweeting the other night and made myself laugh so hard I cried

[jamiethebeeart]

3/4 of the photos are just me laughing at the absurd posing but !!!! Updated Spinner cosplay!

And the back :)

[wonryllis]

𖹭ㅤENHYPEN WHEN YOU ACT CUTE AND CLINGY AFTER MESSING UP SOMETHING.

              ────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 

﹙NOTES.﹚ enhypen as down bad for you. fluff. fem!centered. lowercase intded. 1371wc. frm my old acct. 𓈃 ๋ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 he isn’t phased at all in the beginning just simply enjoying the attention and showers of love and aegyo, the thought of something being wrong didn’t even cross his mind until you kept following him all around, not wanting to leave him alone for a second. for a while he observes your actions and then comes to the conclusion that something happened most probably something because of which you need comfort and love and attention and that is why you’re being so clingy. it is hours later when he is trying to find his airpods that he had recently lost and found again, when you admit that you had them in your hands when they slipped and rolled off into the almost negligible space under the bed and that is why you were acting so sweet and touchy. he will fake being upset to get a few more kisses and cuddles before forgiving you and telling that it’s okay, he isn’t mad or sad, and that he’ll just start using earphones from now since both of you being clumsy like this with airpods is not gonna work.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 will keep questioning why you’re behaving so over the top today while happily accepting all your clinginess and cute antics. he shyly laughs or smiles whenever you give him a kiss or hug and talk in a cute voice, especially in front of the members. as soon as you get distracted or leave for a moment he’s clearing his throat very loudly and calling you like ‘baby where did you go?’, will hardly notice that something is up rather he would take advantage of the situation to keep you beside him. few days later when he’s unable to find a particular perfume of his, his mind drifts to the thought of your behavior these past days yet he just assumes he’s kept the bottle somewhere and forgot, comes to ask you whether you’ve seen it or not. when you say no he actually believes it and you have to stop him and tell him that you accidentally broke it and that you were scared to tell him. will hold your face and give you a forehead kiss saying that he can never be mad at you and that you don’t have to be scared.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 he’s surprised at first, like getting startled every time you come up to give him a sudden hug or kiss, or holding onto his hand and refusing to let go, following him and staying as close as possible but it’s making him happy and giddy and feel butterflies and have his heart beat at an unexplainable pace so he’s not gonna complain. smiles and giggles all the time, keeps saying i love you and making you flustered too. doesn’t suspect anything will literally never find out what happened if you don’t tell him even if he does find out there’s negative chance he’ll think that you’ve done it. in the end you gather up courage and tell him that you unintentionally tore up a part of his favorite fannel while trying it on, the material got stuck to an accessory you wore and you failed to realize it. will get a bit sad about it but will still forgive you. as compensation, he takes you with him for shopping and has you choose new ones for him to buy and even insists- no actually does end up buying two of a few ones so you can match.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 takes him very little time to get suspicious, whenever you cling onto him or do aegyo out of the blue or keep talking in a babish voice he eyes you like 'i know something is up’ but then you smile at him and the whipped boy forgets all about it. he savours how you call him all sorts of cringey petnames instead of the your usual one, if you say “honeybun~”, he’s like,“yes sugarcakes?” and everyone around is dying watching you both act like that, riki even captures a video to blackmail sunghoon with later. when he finds out the reason of you behaving clingy, that it was because you spilled coffee on his checkered coat and it left a stain and you didn’t know how to tell him that you ruined one of his favorite coats, he gets upset giving you silent treatment and sulking very visibly like almost intentionally to show you how disappointed he is and it’s not because you messed up the cloth but because you were acting so loving and cute just for the sake of the mistake. is back to normal after you apologize and continue your clinginess.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 reciprocates the clingy behavior and cuteness overload, random aegyos, cuddles, hugs, kisses and what not, it’s like given-taken. is so happy that like jake, sunoo too doesn’t notice or assume that something’s weird. it’s just another day filled with the love and attention of a full week, you are both stuck like glue and neither of you actually truly mind or give a care about how the members tease you. spending the entire day you almost forget why you’ve been like this to him, suddenly growing silent thinking if he finds out about what you did he’s gonna get sad and perhaps ignore you so much in contrast to what he’s like now and the fact that you’ll upset him makes you feel even worse. but if you don’t tell him it’s not gonna get any better so before you can have thoughts of backing out, you to blurt out to him about how you broke the handmade bracelet he made for you. his smile falls and he frowns, he’s upset but not as much as you had expected. and later he becomes excited to make another for you this time a stronger one.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 will take some time but definitely notice something’s off or out of place for you to suddenly start behaving this way, tries to think of it as you just getting a spurt of love for him, kinda like a sudden urge to make him feel special or something but still has the thought of you having done something you shouldn’t have at the back of his mind. nevertheless tries living in the moment and making most of what you offer. will never ever force it out of you, waits for you to tell him yourself if you’ve done something and if it’s something he should be made known about. goes on with his day and doesn’t let you think he suspects something, smiling wide and being a happy snowball. gets upset but tries to be as understanding as possible when you tell him you lost the ribbon tied around one of his cacti plant, assures you it’s okay, you did it unintentionally, it wasn’t your fault and that he’s not mad. does sulk a bit for a while before he gets over it and buys together with you another one; makes sure to stick it with glue.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 three four words: flustered shy bean stalk, can’t act normal with you latched onto him, acting all cute, his ears and cheeks are hot all the time, just when he thinks he’s finally used to it you prove him wrong. shutters while continously asking what’s wrong and why are you behaving like this. it’s not that he’s suspicious he’s just bashful and timid, honestly just thinks that you want to or feel like being babied by him so tries to treat you that way, all soft and caring, putting behind his pranks for once. doesn’t notice how you watch with horror when he takes out his bungeoppang shaper to find it has a crack in the joint which opens/closes the lid. his first instinct is to look at you even though he doesn’t know it’s actually you who dropped the cookware while washing it. whines when you tell him it’s you, silent treatment for some time before he’s unable to ignore you anymore and understands that you were just trying to clean it for him when it happened and that it was an accident, gives you a sorry hug and squish.  

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[hyukalyptus]

like, never ever? — beomgyu x fem!reader | besties to lovers. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. bestfriend!dom!beomgyu, virgin!afab!reader, bondage, corruption, spanking, cunnilingus (f. receiving), unprotected sex (use condoms pls!), pet/nick names (baby, sir), nipple play, slight dacryphilia. notes. resposted from my old acct, originally a request, did not re-read too carefully., smut under cut! wc. ~800

beomgyu never thought about you like that before. he knew you were attractive—he's not blind—he just never thought about you in a sexual way. but when you admit it's not that i've never been with someone...i've never even had an orgasm, his brain short circuits.

you've...never? like never, ever? you shake your head and he can't help but chuckle, a cocky smile appearing on his face.

why didn't you tell me? it just didn't cross your mind, but he reminds you i could help you out, you know. his strong hand creeps up your thigh as you feel an ache in your center.

it wasn't just wanting to help out a friend with him. sure, that's a perk—you get to have ur first orgasm and i get to absolutely ruin you. and he's salivating just thinking about touching you, tasting you, pleasing you in a way you've never felt before.

it doesn't take much convincing to get you to lay down on the bed, baby. his eyes fixed on your body as he unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt and loosens his tie. usually, i'd tie you up with this, but since it's your first...but before he can say anything else, or did you want me to use it? you nod shyly, seeing him like this...all disheveled and broad...is definitely doing something to you.

you look so pretty, so pretty all tied up from me on your tummy, hands tied behind your back, ass up. his eyes rake over your body and fuck, i can't believe no one's had you like this. your pussy clenches around nothing as he situates himself underneath you. he seems to forget this all new for you. you gasp and what are you doing?

chuckling, his hands soothe your hips before it's okay, just sit on my face. you squirm and whine, but soon met with a harsh smack on your ass and that wasn't a suggestion. sit on my face.

hesitantly, you lower down to his face and he licks your clit harshly. keeling over in pleasure, you can't hold myself up, sir. can you help?

that snarky chuckle comes out again, sir? you're so polite for your first time. sucking on your clit, he spanks you again roughly, electricity shooting throughout your body. since you asked so nicely, he holds you by the hips, sucking on your sensitive clit. but soon enough, i think i'm cumming, sir, you gasp out and nod rapidly, legs trembling around his face, the knot in ur stomach tightening until you just can't take it anymore. everything feels like it's on fire. tingles are all over your body as you feel what you can only describe as an explosion of pleasure washes over you.

maybe you blacked out there for a minute, you don't know, but he's already ramming his cock inside you from behind and how does my cock feel in that tight, little pussy, huh, baby? you can't form coherent sentences. your ass jiggles with his ruts and spanks and you just wanna be thrown around, sir. please. please throw me around?

his hand meets your backside again before he quickly unties his tie, flips you over effortlessly and ties your hands above your head. legs spread wide, he fucks into you again as you yelp out in pleasure.

you never thought this is how good this felt. you knew it'd be nice, but this? this is so much better than you ever thought possible.

you're trembling, squeaking, shaking, gasping for air—who's making you feel good, hm baby? who made you feel so fucking good for this first time? you nod and whimper and you, sir. he presses your legs up to access your ass again to give it a good spank.

who? say my fucking name, baby. you're still struggling with keeping up with everything. he yanks you up, slamming his cock inside you deeper, which you didn't think was possible. say my name, he grunts with each thrust. you try your best, you really do, but poor baby, can't even say my name. do i need to stop? shaking your head no, please no—please don't stop, beomgyu. he smiles and that's it, baby.

practically crying his name out, you can hardly keep yourself composed before he licks his thumb to rub your nipple. that's when the tears start streaming down your face, close to your second orgasm. ever. a few more thrusts and flicks of your nipple until i'm cumming again, beomgyu. he smiles and follows soon after you, squirting his hot cum inside your tight cunt. and, you must admit, it's so warm and nice. like the best fucking hug you've ever had in your life.

collapsing next to you, you catch your breath and look at each other shyly, both of your juices dripping down further and further before all he can say is that was just...so good. wow.

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

spellbound: idgaf war

ch79

masterlist

-WEVE MADE IT. AFTER 79 CHAPTERS WE FUCKING DID ITTT!!!!!!!!

-anyway there’s the lore yall wanted. 5yr old y/n saw him and decided immediately that they hated him and i don’t wanna hear SHIT about it. LIKE HAVE U MET KIDS? kids hate each other over the stupidest shit or for no reason at all that’s why it worked so perfectly it was literally just a kid being a kid !! n if ur like well okay why didn’t they just stop… have u ever done something for so long that u end up forgetting why u started in the first place but keep doing it just bc it’s what you’ve always done and known?… anyway sorry i fear i had to explain the method to my madness.

-yay being civil with megumi ehehehe

-yn wdym u were always gonna make up with him ahah wdym by that. wdym? wdym?

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[gem-de-lune]

hi, i'm getting more worried because there is a prediction account on twt that predicts there will be a variety show for seunghan next year, i believe that account because what she says is always right (she predicts there will be good news and about seunghan's instagram) is there still a possibility that seunghan will return to the group? thank you 🫶🏻🥹

To preface, ily and i appreciate you so please do not be angry at my answer here and try to see i say this out of love and care.

I'm letting you know rn that even if he does go on a show (no tf he will not but that's just me) that will be the first and last time you see him on one bc yall (not specifically you, but these spineless people) seem to believe this is the end.

Understand that SM has the full capability of changing their mind. They always do. Anon- you do not need to ask me whether or not there is a chance if he can come back or not. Because, with love, i have been saying since day 1 that the verdict lies with whether or not you and others are going to accept SMs literal pathetic consolation trophy or not. Whether you and others will continue to fight or not.

SM Ent ONLY put kicked out members out as soloists to shut fans up. They have NEVER treated solo artists well. Idk why so many ppl are eating it up. Follow his insta. Show him love, but do NOT forget why we started this in the first place.

It is so fucking weird that other people accept this even though when he was kicked out they released a similar statement alluding to a solo debut even back then a month ago. They just pushed forward a statement. Why are we acting shocked or surprised? Why are we caving? The only good from this is that we have a more clear line of communication to Seunghan.

Do. Not. Accept. This. He is still not being treated fairly. If you accept this you accept what happened to him. This is not over. I understand your hesitance, anon, but you are asking me abt a random prediction account. Predictions are predictions no matter how seemingly good their track record is. They are not God. And whoever sis is, she has accepted the situation and has accepted the pity trophy SM handed out. Have you? If not, do not ask me these things bc you are stressing yourself out for no reason.

I am telling you this not to be mean and not to discourage you asking me things but to tell you to ask the right questions. I cannot be your sole source of motivation. That is impossible. I do readings every single day answering this exact question for everyone and lots of people will still ask me if he's coming back bc they want a clear yes/no answer. There is not one. Only a clear METHOD and the method is to not give tf up and succumb to SM's pressure. There is either fight until death OR give up and fail 100%. Period. That is the answer.

Please please please do not take this the wrong way. I do not mean to hurt your feelings or anyone's feelings here. This is my way of pushing you in the right direction with a gentle kick to the butt. Do not ask me questions you already know the answer to deep down. You know full well there is always chance and you do not need to be deterred by a random twt acct who has already tapped out.

The only motivation you should need is knowing Riize and Seunghan do not want this. Period. You already KNOW that. The end.

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 ily anon this is all out of love.

[jeonscatalyst]

https://x.com/inkedjkk/status/1831670685305114941?t=JUfQ9UQXLYowW2zfP1KgUA&s=19

Mind you this is some 9k+ followers acct

https://x.com/pinkorangesun/status/1831647803803902094?t=Gl9Z92VsCpcCa5GBQKJdOw&s=19

https://x.com/jikookreports/status/1831664356150386976?t=bWMuICdCMpkc3t7MGBTZng&s=19

I actually don't wish to be like a Tkkrs even on my worst enemy cause the guarantee of you ever turning to a normal human is 0 % there.

You know why I would never take these people seriously? They don’t even believe the things they say. They have spent years calling us jokers, laughing at us for believing in what we believe in and thinking we are gullible and stupid for letting the “company narrative” cloud our judgement of reality but look at the things they do. Why on earth would anyone feel the need to intentionally manipulate sub titles just to make it seem like Jk didn’t want to be there unless they are mighty insecure? I swear I wouldn’t feel the need to do any of these unless I am seriously worried that Jk might have been there because he actually wanted to be and I need to convince myself and my minions that he didn’t want to so we can feel better.

The funniest thing is, taekookers will have a much easier time if they just accepted that Jimin and Jungkook are friends who love each other. Because even if you really believe taekook is real why do you need to try to hard to invalidate the friendship of Jungkook and one of the members he’s known for over a decade? Friends can travel and do shows together can’t they? We know that Jungkook has been on multiple private trips with his friends outside of BTS, they’ve been around each other so much in chapter so why can’t they continue believing in their ship and just regard Jimin as one of Jk’s other friends? Unless they can’t do this because there is a part of them that sees exactly what we see and that frightens them. I have recieved asks from people sending me what some of the taekook blogs on here are saying and it is beyond ridiculous.

Imagine claiming that Jk was on his phone alot because Tae wasn’t in this episode like we didn’t all watch Tae spend 3/4 of his time in episode 4 and 5 on his phone when Jk was seated right next to him. So by their logic Tae has another lover who kept distracting him right? Plus Jk was actually on his phone in the episodes in Jeju too but it wasn’t as noticeable because there were two other people we could pay attention to while he was a bit distracted on his phone but when have taekookers ever cared for logic?

Imagine them also saying that Jk looked like he didn’t want to be there with Jimin in Sapporo Lmaoo. I think these people are forgetting that the trip in NY was the only one Jimin himself suggested. The trips to Jeju and Sapporo were BOTH Jimin and Jungkook’s ideas and from the look of things Jungkook might have been the one who suggested they go to Sapporo together, I mean he said this….

They also seem to forget that Jungkook is the one who spoke about wanting to do this till they are 50 and from the look of things he wasn’t joking because after NY, they went on to shoot in 2 other locations and might have done more if they had more time. Untop of that Jk basically spent this entire episode saying this….

I know they have never been good at listening to Jk but isn’t it common sense to know that if someone really doesn’t enjoy doing something they wouldn’t wanna do it again? Plus this whole travel show wasn’t an idea that came from the company (because I jusy know they would throw in the contract bullshit) this whole thing was only possible because Jimin and Jungkook wanted it to be. Jimin pitched the idea to the company with Jungkook’s approval and they made it happen so if Jungkook didn’t want it in the first place, even the NY trip wouldn’t have happened and that’s a fact.

They can go on crying about how Jk didn’t wanna be there even though we know he was the one who wanted to go back, or talk about how Jimin and Jungkook have no chemistry (we all saw the great chemistry taekook had in the jeju episodes with Tae being more interested in his phone and bed than anything else while Jungkook kept talking and interacting with Jimin mostly) but at the end of the day, when they look at this picture they know Jk was happy af to be there and only wanted to go back with the same person he was there with in 2017……

So let the haters cry. Let them gaslight themselves the way Jungkook was trying to gaslight himself about not liking the spicy braised chicken in Jeju lol. Let them continue convincing themselves that Jk had an awful time and only did it because he was contractually bound to while they have to wake up seeing this big smiles on his face while he is having a kdrama moment in the snow with his Jiminie hyung😌

PS: Notice how Jungkook said he normally doesn’t like walking? But we know that the longest walk he has had in his life was in Japan with Jimin where they even had to walk slowly because Jimin’s feet hurt and here he is in Sapporo again walking with Jimin because he doesn’t mind walking in the snow with his Jiminie hyung🥰

[myusuchaa]

Elbert Greetia - Main Route Release Countdown 5 days - 5 things to know about Elbert

5 facts about Elbert Greetia (non-spoiler):

1. Elbert is the softest and quietest guy in Crown. He will probably not speak to you unless spoken to, or unless he needs to protect you from danger. 2. He is often referred to as a rabbit by Roger and has bunny themes. 3. Elbert always forgets to eat (same) and has trouble keeping up enough energy. 4. As an Earl, Lord Elbert holds many estates under his name in London and his regular job is to maintain the properties, personnel, and other expenses for them. 5. Al is his true bestie and we will get to see more of their relationship in his route.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

a/n: hiii, i decided to make a mini series post in countdown to his route release on the ENG server!! each day will have different info on him. his route releases August 1st!!

~actually that is less than 5 days from now but we will count release day as day 1 since i'm using the official acct image.

[koruui]

i keep forgetting about this acct

[hopelesslys-world]

50 SHADES OF FUCKED UP | CH. 2

TRIGGER WARNINGS!: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, reader is kind of a bimbo, heavily detailed smut, basically porn, loss of virginity, harsh language, anger issues, stalking, obsession, jealousy, controlling behaviour, DOM-SUB themes, BDSM Expand considered to be portrayed with incorrect/poor etiquette, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse/assault, statutory rape.

Tell me if I missed anything...( As you can see most of the warnings will appear in future chapters. )

I apologize for any grammar mistakes...

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/M/N: Your Middle Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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*𝘾𝙃𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙉'𝙎 𝙋𝙊𝙑*

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𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. Was all I could focus on as soon as the elevator doors closed and she disappeared.

“Andrea,” I bark as I return to my office. “Get me Welch on the line, now.”

As I sit at my desk and wait for the call.

I look at the paintings on the wall of my office and Miss Y/L/N’s words drift back to me. “Raising the ordinary to extraordinary.” She could so easily have been describing herself.

My phone buzzes. “I have Mr. Welch on the line for you.”

“Put him through.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Welch, I need a background check.”

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Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N

DOB: ( The Month and day you were born ). 1989, Montesano, WA

Address: 1114 SW Green Street, Apartment 7, Haven Heights, Vancouver, WA 98888

Mobile No: 360-959-4352

Social Security No: 987-65-4320

Bank: Wells Fargo Bank, Vancouver, WA:

Acct. No.: 309361: $683.16 balance

Occupation: Undergraduate Student WSU Vancouver College of Arts and Sciences English Major

GPA: 4.0

Prior Education: Montesano Jr. Sr. High School

SAT Score: 2150

Employment: Clayton’s Hardware Store, NW Vancouver Drive, Portland, OR (part-time)

Father: Franklin A. Lambert, DOB: Sept. 1, 1969, Deceased (The day before your birthday), 1989

Mother: Carla May Wilks Adams,

DOB: July 18, 1970

m. Frank Lambert March 1, 1989,

widowed (The day before your birthday), 1989

m. Raymond Y/L/N June 6, 1990,

divorced July 12, 2006

m. Stephen M. Morton Aug. 16, 2006,

divorced Jan. 31, 2007

Current Marriage Situation: m. Bob Adams April 6, 2009

Political Affiliations: None Found

Religious Affiliations: None Found

Sexual Orientation: Not Known

Relationships: None Indicated at Present

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I pore over the executive summary for the hundredth time since I received it two days ago, looking for some insight into the enigmatic Miss Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I cannot get the damned woman out of my mind, and it’s seriously beginning to piss me off.

This past week, during particularly dull meetings, I’ve found myself replaying the interview in my head. Her fumbling fingers on the recorder, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the lip biting. Yes. The lip biting gets me every time.

And now here I am, parked outside Clayton’s, a mom-and-pop hardware store on the outskirts of Portland where she works.

You’re a fool, Grey. Why are you here?

I knew it would lead to this. All week…I knew I’d have to see her again. I’d known it since she uttered my name in the elevator. I’d tried to resist. I’d waited five days, five tedious days, to see if I’d forget about her. And I don’t do waiting. I hate waiting…for anything.

I’ve never pursued a woman before. The women I’ve had understood what I expected of them. My fear now is that Miss Y/L/N is just too young and that she won’t be interested in what I have to offer.

Will she? Will she even make a good submissive?

I shake my head. So here I am, an ass, sitting in a suburban parking lot in a dreary part of Portland. Her background check has produced nothing remarkable—except the last fact, which has been atthe forefront of my mind.

It’s the reason I’m here.

Why no boyfriend, Miss Y/L/N? Sexual orientation unknown—perhaps she’s gay. I snort, thinking that unlikely. I recall the question she asked during the interview, her acute embarrassment, the way her skin flushed a pale rose…I’ve been suffering from these lascivious thoughts since I met her.

That’s why you’re here. I’m itching to see her again—those eyes have haunted me, even in my dreams.

I haven’t mentioned her to Flynn, and I’m glad because I’m now behaving like a stalker. Perhaps I should let him know. No. I don’t want him hounding me about his latest solution-based-therapy shit.

I just need a distraction, and right now the only distraction I want is the one working as a salesclerk in a hardware store.

You’ve come all this way.

Let’s see if little Miss Y/L/N is as appealing as I remember.

Showtime, Grey.

A bell chimes a flat electronic note as I walk into the store. It’s much bigger than it looks from the outside, and although it’s almost lunchtime the place is quiet, for a Saturday. There are aisles and aisles of the usual junk you’d expect.

I’d forgotten the possibilities that a hardware store could present to someone like me. I mainly shop online for my needs, but while I’m here, maybe I’ll stock up on a few items: Velcro, split rings—Yeah. I’ll find the delectable Miss Y/L/N and have some fun.

It takes me all of three seconds to spot her. She’s hunched over the counter, staring intently at a computer screen and picking at her lunch—a bagel. Absentmindedly, she wipes a crumb from the corner of her lips and into her mouth and sucks on her finger.

My cock twitches in response.

What am I, fourteen? My body’s reaction is irritating. Maybe this will stop if I fetter, fuck, and flog her…and not necessarily in that order. Yeah. That’s what I need.

She is thoroughly absorbed by her task, and it gives me an opportunity to study her. Salacious thoughts aside, she’s attractive, seriously attractive. I’ve remembered her well.

She looks up and freezes. It’s as unnerving as the first time I met her. She pins me with a discerning stare—shocked, I think—and I don’t know if this is a good response or a bad response.

“Miss Y/L/N. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Mr. Grey,” she says, breathy and flustered. Ah, a good response.

“I was in the area. I need to stock up on a few things. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” A real pleasure.

She’s dressed in a tight T-shirt and pants, kind of disappointing, earlier this week all she wore was flattering mini skirts and sweaters.

She’s all long legs, narrow waist, and perfect tits. Her lips are still parted in surprise, and I have to resist the urge to tip her chin up and close her mouth.

I’ve flown from Seattle just to see you, and the way you look right now, it was really worth the journey.

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N. What can I help you with, Mr. Grey?” She takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders like she did in the interview, and gives me a fake smile that I’m sure she reserves for customers.

Game on, Miss Y/L/N. “There are a few items I need. To start with, I’d like some cable ties.” My request catches her off guard; she looks stunned.

Oh, this is going to be fun. You’d be amazed what I can do with a few cable ties, baby.

“We stock various lengths. Shall I show you?” she says, finding her voice.

“Please. Lead the way.”

She steps out from behind the counter and gestures toward one of the aisles. She’s wearing Converse shoes.

Idly I wonder what she’d look like in skyscraper heels. Louboutins…nothing but Louboutins.

“They’re with the electrical goods, aisle eight.” Her voice wavers and she blushes…

She is affected by me. Hope blooms in my chest. She’s not gay, then. I smirk.

“After you.” I hold my hand out for her to lead the way. Letting her walk ahead gives me the space and time to admire her fantastic ass. Her long, thick hair keeps time like a metronome to the gentle sway of her hips. She really is the whole package: sweet, polite, and beautiful, with all the physical attributes I value in a submissive.

But the million-dollar question is, could she be a submissive? She probably knows nothing of the lifestyle—my lifestyle—but I very much want to introduce her to it. You are getting way ahead of yourself on this deal, Grey.

“Are you in Portland on business?” she asks, interrupting my thoughts. Her voice is high; she’s feigning disinterest. It makes me want to laugh. Women rarely make me laugh.

“I was visiting the WSU farming division. It’s based in Vancouver,” I lie. Actually, I’m here to see you, Miss Y/L/N.

Her face falls, and I feel like a shit.

“I’m currently funding some research there in crop rotation and soil science.” That, at least, is true.

“All part of your feed-the-world plan?” She arches a brow, amused.

“Something like that,” I mutter. Is she laughing at me? Oh, I’d love to put a stop to that if she is.

But how to start? Maybe with dinner, rather than the usual interview…now, that would be novel: taking a prospect out to dinner.

We arrive at the cable ties, which are arranged in an assortment of lengths and colors. Absentmindedly, my fingers trace over the packets. I could just ask her out for dinner. Like on a date?

Would she accept? When I glance at her she’s examining her knotted fingers. She can’t look at me… this is promising. I select the longer ties. They are more flexible, after all, as they can accommodate two ankles and two wrists at once.

“These will do.”

“Is there anything else?” she says quickly—either she’s being super-attentive or she wants to get me out of the store, I don’t know which.

“I’d like some masking tape.”

“Are you redecorating?”

“No, not redecorating.” Oh, if you only knew…

“This way,” she says. “Masking tape is in the decorating aisle.”

Come on, Grey. You don’t have much time. Engage her in some conversation. “Have you worked here long?” Of course, I already know the answer. Unlike some people, I do my research. For some reason she’s embarrassed.

Fuck, this girl is shy. I don’t have a hope in hell. She turns quickly andwalks down the aisle toward the section labeled Decorating. I follow her eagerly, like a puppy.

“Four years,” she mumbles as we reach the masking tape. She bends down and grasps two rolls, each a different width.

“I’ll take that one.” The wider tape is much more effective as a gag. As she passes it to me, the tips of our fingers touch, briefly. It resonates in my groin. Damn!

She pales. “Anything else?” Her voice is soft and husky.

I’m having the same effect on her that she has on me. Maybe… “Some rope, I think.”

“This way.” She scoots up the aisle, giving me another chance to appreciate her fine ass.

“What sort were you after? We have synthetic and natural filament rope…twine…cable cord…”

Shit—stop. I groan inwardly, trying to chase away the image of her suspended from the ceiling in my playroom. “I’ll take five yards of the natural filament rope, please.” It’s coarser and chafes more if you struggle against it…my rope of choice.

A tremor runs through her fingers, but she measures out five yards like a pro. Pulling a utility knife from her right pocket, she cuts the rope in one swift gesture, coils it neatly, and ties it off with a slipknot. Impressive.

“Were you a Girl Scout?”

“Organized group activities aren’t really my thing, Mr. Grey.”

“What is your thing, Y/N?” Her pupils dilate as I stare.

Yes!

“Books,” she answers.

“What kind of books?”

“Oh, you know. The usual. The classics. British literature, mainly.”

British literature? The Brontës and Austen, I bet. All those romantic hearts-and-flowers types.

That’s not good.

“Anything else you need?”

“I don’t know. What else would you recommend?” I want to see her reaction.

“For a do-it-yourselfer?” she asks, surprised.

I want to hoot with laughter. Oh, baby, DIY is not my thing. I nod, stifling my mirth. Her eyes flick down my body and I tense. She’s checking me out!

“Coveralls,” she blurts out.

It’s the most unexpected thing I’ve heard her say since the “Are you gay?” question.

“You wouldn’t want to ruin your clothing.” She gestures to my jeans.

I can’t resist. “I could always take them off.”

“Um.” She flushes beet red and stares down.

I put her out of her misery. “I’ll take some coveralls. Heaven forbid I should ruin any clothing.”

Without a word, she turns and walks briskly up the aisle, and I follow in her enticing wake. “Do you need anything else?” she says, sounding breathless as she hands me a pair of blue coveralls. She’s mortified, eyes still cast down. Christ, she does things to me.

“How’s the article coming along?” I ask, in the hope she might relax a little.

She looks up and gives me a brief relieved smile.

Finally.

“I’m not writing it, Bella is. Miss Clark. My roommate, she’s the writer. She’s very happy with it. She’s the editor of the newspaper, and she was devastated that she couldn’t do the interview in person.”

It’s the longest sentence she’s uttered since we first met, and she’s talking about someone else, not herself. Interesting.

Before I can comment, she adds, “Her only concern is that she doesn’t have any original photographs of you.”

The tenacious Miss Clark wants photographs. Publicity stills, eh? I can do that. It will allow me to spend time with the delectable Miss Y/L/N.

“What sort of photographs does she want?”

She gazes at me for a moment, then shakes her head, perplexed, not knowing what to say.

“Well, I’m around. Tomorrow, perhaps…” I can stay in Portland. Work from a hotel. A room at The Heathman, perhaps. I’ll need Taylor to come down, bring my laptop and some clothes. Or Elliot —unless he’s screwing around, which is his usual thing to do over the weekend.

“You’d be willing to do a photo shoot?” She cannot contain her surprise.

I give her a brief nod. Yeah, I want to spend more time with you… Steady, Grey.

“Bella will be delighted—if we can find a photographer.” She smiles and her face lights up like a cloudless dawn. She’s breathtaking.

“Let me know about tomorrow.” I pull my wallet from my jeans. “My card. It has my cell number on it. You’ll need to call before ten in the morning.” And if she doesn’t, I’ll head on back to Seattle and forget about this stupid venture.

The thought depresses me.

“Okay.” She continues to grin.

“Y/N!” We both turn as a young man dressed in casual designer gear appears at the far end of the aisle. His eyes are all over Miss Y/N Y/L/N. Who the hell is this prick?

“Er, excuse me for a moment, Mr. Grey.” She walks toward him, and the asshole engulfs her in a gorilla-like hug. My blood runs cold. It’s a primal response.

Get your fucking paws off her.

I fist my hands when she returns his hug.

They fall into a whispered conversation. Maybe Welch’s facts were wrong. Maybe this guy is her boyfriend. He looks the right age, and he can’t take his greedy little eyes off her. He holds her for a moment at arm’s length, examining her, then stands with his arm resting on her shoulder. It seems like a casual gesture, but I know he’s staking a claim and telling me to back off. She seems embarrassed, shifting from foot to foot.

Shit. I should go. I’ve overplayed my hand. She’s with this guy.

Then she says something else to him and moves out of his reach, touching his arm, not his hand, shrugging him off. It’s clear they aren’t close.

Good.

“Er…Paul, this is Christian Grey. Mr. Grey, this is Paul Clayton. His brother owns the place.”

She gives me an odd look that I don’t understand and continues, “I’ve known Paul ever since I’ve worked here, though we don’t see each other that often. He’s back from Princeton, where he’s studying business administration.” She’s babbling, giving me a long explanation and telling me they’re not together, I think.

The boss’s brother, not a boyfriend. I’m relieved, but the extent of the relief I feel is unexpected, and it makes me frown. This woman has really gotten under my skin.

“Mr. Clayton.” My tone is deliberately clipped.

“Mr. Grey.” His handshake is limp, like his hair. Asshole. “Wait up—not the Christian Grey? Of Grey Enterprises Holdings?”

Yeah, that’s me, you prick.

In a heartbeat I watch him morph from territorial to obsequious.

“Wow—is there anything I can get you?”

“Y/N has it covered, Mr. Clayton. She’s been very attentive.” Now fuck off.

“Cool,” he gushes, all white teeth and deferential. “Catch you later, Y/N/N.”

“Sure, Paul,” she says, and he ambles off to the back of the store. I watch him disappear.

“Anything else, Mr. Grey?”

“Just these items,” I mutter. Shit, I’m out of time, and I still don’t know if I’m going to see her again. I have to know whether there’s a hope in hell she might consider what I have in mind.

How can I ask her? Am I ready to take on a submissive who knows nothing? She’s going to need substantial training. Closing my eyes, I imagine the interesting possibilities this presents…getting there is going to be half the fun. Will she even be up for this? Or do I have it all wrong?

She walks back to the cashier’s counter and rings up my purchases, all the while keeping her eyes on the register.

Look at me, damn it! I want to see her face again and gauge what she’s thinking.

Finally she raises her head. “That will be forty-three dollars, please.”

Is that all?

“Would you like a bag?” she asks, as I pass her my AmEx.

“Please, Y/N.” Her name—a beautiful name for a beautiful girl—flows smoothly over my tongue.

She packs the items briskly. This is it. I have to go.

“You’ll call me if you want me to do the photo shoot?”

She nods as she hands back my charge card.

“Good. Until tomorrow, perhaps.” I can’t just leave.

I have to let her know I’m interested.

“Oh— and Y/N I’m glad Miss Clark couldn’t do the interview.” She looks surprised and flattered. This is good. I sling the bag over my shoulder and exit the store.

Yes, against my better judgment, I want her. Now I have to wait…fucking wait…again. Utilizing willpower that would make Elena proud, I keep my eyes ahead as I take my cell out of my pocket and climb into the rental car. I’m deliberately not looking back at her. I’m not. I’m not. My eyes flick to the rearview mirror, where I can see the shop door, but all I see is the quaint storefront. She’s not in the window, staring out at me.

It’s disappointing.

I press 1 on speed dial and Taylor answers before the phone has a chance to ring.

“Mr. Grey,” he says.

“Make reservations at The Heathman; I’m staying in Portland this weekend, and can you bring down the SUV, my computer, and the paperwork beneath it, and a change or two of clothes.”

“Yes, sir. And Charlie Tango?”

“Have Joe move her to PDX.”

“Will do, sir. I’ll be with you in about three and a half hours.”

I hang up and start the car. So I have a few hours in Portland while I wait to see if this girl is interested in me. What to do? Time for a hike, I think. Maybe I can walk this strange hunger out of my system.

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It's been five hours with no phone call from the delectable Miss Y/L/N. What the hell was thinking? I watch the street from the window of my suite at The Heathman. I loathe waiting. I always have.

The weather, now cloudy, held for my hike through Forest Park, but the walk has done nothing to cure my agitation. I’m annoyed at her for not phoning, but mostly I’m angry with myself.

I’m a fool for being here. What a waste of time it’s been chasing this woman. When have I ever chased a woman?

Grey, get a grip.

Sighing, I check my phone once again in the hope that I’ve just missed her call, but there’s nothing. At least Taylor has arrived and I have all my shit. I have Barney’s report on his department’s graphene tests to read and I can work in peace.

Peace? I haven’t known peace since Miss Y/L/N walked into my office.

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When I glance up, dusk has shrouded my suite in gray shadows. The prospect of a night alone again is depressing. While I contemplate what to do my phone vibrates against the polished wood of the desk and an unknown but vaguely familiar number with a Washington area code flashes on the screen.

Suddenly my heart is pumping as if I’ve run ten miles.

Is it her?

I answer.

“Er…Mr. Grey? It’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

My face erupts in a shit-eating grin.

Well, well. A breathy, nervous, soft-spoken Miss Y//L/N. My evening is looking up. “Miss Y/L/N. How nice to hear from you.” I hear her breath hitch and the sound travels directly tomy groin.

Great. I’m affecting her. Like she’s affecting me.

“Um—we’d like to go ahead with the photo shoot for the article. Tomorrow, if that’s okay. Where would be convenient for you, sir?”

In my room. Just you, me, and the cable ties.

“I’m staying at The Heathman in Portland. Shall we say nine thirty tomorrow morning?”

“Okay, we’ll see you there,” she gushes, unable to hide the relief and delight in her voice.

“I look forward to it, Miss Y/L/N” I hang up before she senses my excitement and how pleased I am. Leaning back in my chair, I gaze at the darkening skyline and run both my hands through my hair.

How the hell am I going to close this deal?

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IGNORE THE HATE! I rlly loved ur sick jaywon hcs!! can I request head canons where maybe jay yells too loud at Jungwon during an argument or something and makes him upset. >~< hurt comfortttttt

Hurt comfort tickles me like no mf other. And jaywon?? Rubbing my hands together maniacally. Also Ty for the support… I’m bound to ruffle some feathers due to the nature of my acct but so it goessss

Jaywon argument headcannons

Jay yells at Jungwon during a fight.

pairing: Jay x Jungwon

warnings: angsty for the most part but comfort and making up at the end!! member x member piece, yelling, arguing

𐙚 Lowkey… I don’t think it’s rare for them to argue

𐙚 Like they both have strong personalities and are a little stubborn about their opinions

𐙚 So minor squabbles about where to order take out from or itineraries for their rare day off are bound to happen

𐙚 Usually things are resolved by the end of the day and are honestly pretty docile (Sunoo and Jake still avoid them when “mom and dad are arguing”, as they would say, because Jungwon and Jay both tend to be a little short with everyone when bickering)

𐙚 But all things considered they have never really fought like this

𐙚 This being Jay bristling after Jungwon told him it “wasn’t a big deal” that Heeseung touched his guitars again

𐙚 It wouldn’t be a big deal if not for the fact that they both have had limited sleep preparing for the second leg of their tour

𐙚 But sleep deprivation is a bitch, and Jay is being kind of a bitch too…

𐙚 Because doesn’t Jungwon understand it’s not about the guitars. This shouldn’t be a big deal but everything seems to be getting under his skin lately.

𐙚 The younger members are going through a rebellious phase, Sunghoon ate his leftovers clearly labeled “JAY’S. DO NOT TOUCH.”, Jake left his wet towel on Jay’s bed in his rush to get out the door, Heeseung played with his new guitar, and to top it all off he feels like his boyfriend is dismissing his frustrations.

𐙚 So it’s not entirely directed at Jungwon when he snaps out “God, you never listen to me!”

𐙚 The silence that rings out after lets Jay realize how loud his voice had gotten. And the flat expression on Jungwon’s face lets him know he’s in deep shit.

“Jay, you know that is not true.” Arms crossed, yeaaahhh he’s pissed

𐙚 Usually good at conflict resolution because yk… leader… but something about his boyfriend makes him forget all his company training. His emotions are on his sleeve with Jay fr

𐙚 Instead of making things worse, because under the bite of Jungwon’s words there is an undeniable tone of hurt, Jay swallows his pride and apologizes.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that and I definitely shouldn’t have raised my voice. I was out of line, Won-ah.”

“No, you really shouldn’t have.”

𐙚 I don’t think either of them shy away from conflict, so they are immediately sitting down and talking about their fight

𐙚 Jake whines when Jay kicks him out of their shared room, telling him to wait out in the living room until they are done

𐙚 Honestly, takes them hours to talk about all the stress that has been accumulating.

𐙚 While they can read each other like open books, it’s nice for both of them to get everything off their chest through vocalizing their problems.

𐙚 For Jay it’s how short his patience has gotten with the added weight of what feels like near constant rehearsals. Him trying to bury his frustrations causing him to lash out at Jungwon who was only trying to help.

𐙚 For Jungwon it’s feeling stretched too thin. He feels like he’s always running behind, having both the company on his ass and the group needing his help with things. It resulted in his dismissing Jay’s feelings.

𐙚 kings of communication part 2?

“You still shouldn’t have yelled at me though…”

“I know… hyungie will never do that again :(“

“… I’m telling everyone you called yourself hyungie”

𐙚 Jungwon got smothered by a pillow. Both giggling, which Jake (who was totally not listening through the door) takes as a cue to make them let him come in and get his Lego set.

a/n: writing fluff makes me feel mf awesome. xx - princess

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