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delicrieux · 3 years

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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist

You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #myso #make you say oh #imagine #imagines

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jjmaebank · 4 years

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Amnesia - JJ Maybank

a/n: this is based off the classic song Amnesia by 5sos, I'm sorry but I'm acc tempted to write so many more purely based on 5sos songs cuz there r so many GEMS. this one’s just a classic and this album reminds me of my childhood jfskk

LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE READING (if you want lol)

Flashbacks are in italics!!

warnings: sad :((

Words: 2.8k

[GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO OWNER]

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted

JJ would drive by the beach every day just to get a glimpse at your special spot through the car window. When you first left he would sit there for hours, running his fingers through the sand that the two of you would lie on as you stared at the stars. He would sit there for hours hoping that maybe if he stayed there long enough you would appear next to him. He would sit there remembering the countless times you spent getting wasted and talking about stupid things.

“Don’t you think that there are enough cows in the world for them to coordinate a mass uprising against the meat industry?” You asked as you stared up at the star scattered sky.

JJ chuckled as he stared at you with absolute adoration.

“Babe, cows aren’t humans...they can’t coordinate a global rebellion,” he laughed, his eyes never leaving your face as you scrunched up your nose in protest.

“But they did it in Animal Farm,�� you pouted, the alcohol had really clouded your logic.

“What the hell is Animal Farm?” JJ asked, still smiling at your passion for social justice.

“Oh, I forgot you don’t read,” you teased, turning your head to meet his gaze.

JJ rolled his eyes and began to tickle you in response causing you to erupt into fits of giggles.

“Why would I read when I have you to give me in depth summaries of every book in the world,” he smirked, continuing to tickle you.

Your laughter. It hurt him to even remember the sound, but every time he cracked a joke with the pogues he wished he could hear it again. He wished he could watch the way your dimples showed and your eyes crinkled as you burst into a fit of laugher. He wished he could watch the way one of his jokes sent you into hysterics to the point you were holding your stomach, to the point you were out of breath. But he also wished he could forget.

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted.

Your last kiss. It was breathtaking. You’d spent the whole day out on the water with the pogues, swimming, snorkelling, soaking up the sun. JJ remembered this day as one of the most epic days of pogue history; it was the last time you were all together as one, as one big happy family. He remembered the overwhelming feeling of pride he had as he watched you beat Pope in a shotgunning challenge.

“That’s my girl!” He yelled as you downed the beer and smashed the can down on the boat as Pope continued struggling with his.

You smiled and hopped on his lap, giving him a quick peck as you celebrated being the coolest girlfriend anyone could ever have.

You were his soulmate, or that’s what it felt like, for him at least.

He remembered walking you back to your house on The Cut that night, your fingers interlaced as your hands swung with your steps.

“Today was amazing,” you smiled, masking a sadness that JJ hadn’t noticed at the time.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” JJ smiled, tracing small patterns on your right cheek with his thumb.

You leaned into his touch, knowing it would be one of the last you experienced, but you didn’t want to spoil this perfect moment.

JJ leaned in, connecting his lips with yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. But you immediately grabbed him and brought him closer, increasing the intensity of the kiss knowing it might be your last. Your lips tasted like your strawberry flavoured lip balm, but with a slightly salty tang from the sea, and he loved it.

Your lips glided against each other in such harmony it was as if everything about the two of you was meant to be. Your fingers ran through his locks of blonde hair, tugging at the nape of his neck. He responded by hooking his fingers in the loops of your jean shorts and pulling you against him.

Eventually, you pushed yourself away from him gently and smiled.

“Goodnight, babe,” you smiled.

“I love you (Y/N),” JJ whispered into your hair as he pulled you in for a hug, not knowing that his words had almost made you cry into his shirt.

“I love you too, JJ Maybank,” you responded, knowing it would probably be the last time he believed you when you said it.

And even though your friends tell me you’re doing fine Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you?

It had been a year; a whole year since you’d left. You’d come back to the Outer Banks a few times during the holidays to visit your parents, but you’d never once gone to see him. You had a new boyfriend. JJ had seen him a few times the one time you brought him home with you. He knew he was biased but he didn't like the look of him, he reminded him of Rafe Cameron and he couldn't comprehend why you’d done what you did just to end up with him.

JJ would watch you from afar, making awkward eye contact whenever you ran into him at The Wreck, but neither of you had the courage to say anything. It had been a year but JJ could still read your emotions from a mile away. You looked lonely, abandoned, lost. At least that was what he kept telling himself like a mantra to stop him from breaking down or punching something every time he saw you.

However, he would ask Kie how you were every time you left and she would be brutally honest and tell him you seemed like you were doing fine. And every time he heard those words it would break him a little bit more.

When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you? Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? Cause I’m not fine at all.

JJ remembered the first time he heard him talk to you like that, like you were nothing. You’d accidentally spilt your drink on him at the Wreck and you’d started laughing about it as you would’ve with JJ.

“What the fuck!” He yelled.

“Babe, it’s just soda,” you giggled.

“Yeah and it’s gonna stain my new fucking shirt,” he growled, “god you’re so fucking clumsy.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, but JJ knew that his words had more effect than you lead on.

JJ had stood up from his chair to go confront the asshole but John B grabbed him by his shirt and sat him back down.

“Don’t, JJ...” John B said sadly, knowing it hurt his best friend to see the girl he loved with someone else, but he knew that if he involved himself with you right now it would only hurt him more.

JJ would lay in his bed and wonder how it was possible that you could be so...normal, so okay, so fine. It made his heart ache as he realised what the two of you had must have been a complete and utter lie. There was no way you could just forget about what the two of you had unless it never meant anything to you in the first place.

He would go through periods of hating you, punching the walls in his room and screaming as he convinced himself you’d lied to him the whole time. His life at home hadn't got any better, but at least he could say his father’s punches didn't hurt anymore. The pain was nothing compared to the hole you’d left in his heart. He would take a thousand beatings if it meant he could have you back. But you were fine, and he was far from it.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving I remember the make-up running down your face And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them Like every single wish we ever made

JJ would replay the moment you left over and over again, trying to fathom how you could have done such a thing to him, the person you claimed to love most.

JJ heard a knock at his door. His dad wasn’t home, but he could come back at any moment, so naturally he was concerned as to why anyone would come see him when he was the one trying to escape this household.

“(Y/N)?” JJ asked, confused as to why you were stood on his porch. “What are you doing here? You know it’s not safe.”

The concern that laced his voice made your heart break as you dreaded what was about to escape your mouth.

“We need to talk...” you replied sadly.

JJ’s heart rate went up. Those words never lead to anything good. He observed your facial expression but you were stoic, the only hint to how distraught you were being the faint dark circles under your eyes that showed you hadn't slept. And you hadn’t. Not a wink.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” JJ asked, the concern in his voice even more evident, except his concern had shifted from your safety to whatever you were about to tell him.

“I-I have to tell you something,” you confessed.

JJ ushered you into his room and sat you down on the edge of his bed, sitting down by your side.

“What is it? You can tell me anything,” JJ continued, being the loving boyfriend that he was.

He had no idea what was coming for him.

“I’m...I’m leaving, JJ,” you sighed, your voice shaking as you feared his response. He tended to lash out when his emotions got the best of him.

“Leaving? What do you mean? Like for a bit?” JJ spouted questions, hope still laced in his voice.

“No, JJ...for quite a while,” you said, the tears that you were holding back finally escaping.

JJ’s eyes widened, his hands balled up into fists.

“W-what?” He choked, tears of his own brimmed his eyes.

“I got this amazing opportunity to study in Europe,” you continued. “I know I’d planned on going to UNC Chapel Hill so I’d be closer to home but I applied for their semester abroad programme not thinking I’d actually get it.”

At this point you were speaking too fast for JJ to even comprehend what you were saying. In fact, he wouldn't have been able to even if you’d spoken slowly.

“A semester, that’s not long?” JJ asked, some hope resurfacing.

“I know and that’s why I applied for a semester but they said they can only offer me the year abroad programme...” you explained, crushing his remaining hope.

“And you’re taking it?” JJ asked angrily, the skin on his knuckles going white from how hard he was clenching his fists.

“J...I have to...you know it’s my dream to study in Paris,” you said, going to rest your hand on his.

He pulled away from your touch instantly, causing your heart to sink.

“How long have you known?” He asked, looking down at the floor.

“Not that lon-” you started before JJ stood up angrily.

“How goddamn long, (Y/N)!” He yelled, looking down at you.

“3 months,” you whispered, letting another tear fall down your cheek.

All you wanted in this moment was for JJ to wipe your tears gently and caress you, hold you, but he couldn't even look at you right now, let alone touch you.

“3 fucking months?!” He yelled, his rage consuming him and anger clouding his vision.

He immediately turned to his wall and punched it with all his force causing a deafening cracking noise.

“JJ your hand!” You exclaimed as you stood up, knowing that was the sound of a bone or two breaking.

“I don't give a shit about my hand right now, (Y/N)!” He turned around to face you.

His eyes had gone dark and his lip was trembling. You did this, and you hated yourself for it.

“How could you keep this from me for 3 months?” JJ’s voice cracked, his own tears finally escaping.

You went to wipe them but again, he flinched away from your touch.

“I wanted this summer to be great, epic even! And it was, JJ it was... like yesterday on the boat, that was one of the best days of my life! I didn’t want it to be ruined by the fact I was leaving,” you cried, your mascara starting to run down your face.

“But it was all a fucking lie, (Y/N)! You do realise that right?” JJ continued shouting, this time tugging at his hair angrily as he paced around his room. It broke you to see him like this but you were the only one to blame.

“Don’t say that J...that’s not true...”

“You don’t get to say that! You knew you were spending your last moments with us, with me. I didn’t!” He yelled, glaring at you. And for the first time ever he looked at you with what looked like resentment, hate.

“Did you just expect me to be fine with this, with you just dropping this on me out of the blue?” He continued.

“No, I didn’t,” you whispered, “but I didn’t want our last summer to have an expiration date on it you know...”

“That is so unbelievably selfish, (Y/N),” JJ stated, his words cutting like knives.

“You’re fucking SELFISH,” he continued, causing more tears to pour down your face.

“JJ please don’t say that...I did this for us, so you could remember us happily!” You sobbed.

“Well you did an excellent job at that, well done,” JJ laughed sarcastically, clapping his hands in a fake applause, “because this isn’t sad at all right?!”

“J-” you started, your whole body shaking at this point.

“No,” he said, “just get out.”

“What?” You whispered, looking at the boy you loved who couldn't even look you in the eyes for more than a second.

“I said get out,” he repeated.

“JJ please, I don’t want us to end like this!” You pleaded, your throat closing up feeling as though it was wrapped in barbed wire.

“I said GET OUT!” He yelled, tears streaming down his face, his voice coated in pain. He hated how he was acting towards you and he knew he’d regret it but he couldn’t look at you. He didn't want to hear your voice right now.

You nodded sadly, wiping your tears, your mascara now smeared on your face and coating your fingers.

“I love you...” you said gently.

You waited a moment to see if he would respond, but he remained silent, refusing to look at you. You sighed in defeat before walking out of his room and out of his life.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia And forget about the stupid little things Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And the memories I never can escape

‘Cause I’m not fine at all

That day was scarred into JJ’s mind. There was nothing he regretted more than the way he had acted. He still didn’t understand why you’d hidden it, he would’ve been upset at first, but ultimately he would’ve cherished every day with you even more. But he knew you weren’t selfish, and he knew you didn't mean to hurt him. You were trying to protect him and your last moments together. He still thought you’d gone about it the wrong way and in some ways you did too, but what was done was done. He simply wished he’d had the self control to keep himself from saying the things he did, and to say the things he didn’t.

He never told you he loved you back. That was his biggest regret. He never said goodbye. That was his next regret. You’d left for Paris two weeks after you told him about your year abroad programme there. Two weeks. He could’ve spent every minute of those last two weeks with you, but instead he spent it alone, avoiding you at all costs. His pride stopping him from apologising and his pain stopping him from being around you at all.

It hurt him so much that you’d ended that way, and as much as he wanted to put the blame on you, he knew he played a part in it too. But it was too late to reverse the damage. All he longed for now was to forget. He’d spent a year hoping you would come back and hoping you could go back to being JJ and (Y/N), the power couple of the Outer Banks. But when you came back with him, he realised it was too little too late.

All there was left to do was erase you from his memory.

A/N: holy shit that made me SAD, amnesia is my cry song. FUCKSJF I'm sorry, but like at the same time I'm not cuz like I'm kinda proud of this

tagging some lovely people: @maybe-maybanks , @baby-bearie , @obx-sos , @drewtruly , @drewstarkey , @spilledtee , @thelocalpogue , @heliopvth , @jmaybank , @ruelstyles , @jjmaybanky , @jjmayibeyoursbanks , @jjmayspanks , @ceruleanjj

#jj maybank #outer banks #obx #rudy pankow #outerbanks #jj obx #obx netflix #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj outer banks #jj x reader

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bloggervloggers-blog · 4 years

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"RESERVATION SYSTEM" – A DISEASE OR REMEDY TO DISEASED SOCIETY ?

WE ARE LIVING IN A SOCIETY THAT PROMISE AND EVEN RUN ON IDEOLOGY THAT EVERY SINGLE PERSON OF THIS COUNTRY IS EQUAL AND WE ALL SHARE A COMMON GENETIC MATERIAL AT AN EXTENT OF MORE THAN 99%

BUT WHAT IF U COME TO KNOW THAT THESE IDEALS DO NOT WORK IN THE REAL WORLD!

I AM 100 PRCNT FOR SURE THAT YOU WILL AGREE WITH MY POINT.

I M LIVING IN A COUNTRY WHICH IS At AN EXTENT OF REACHING POPULATION mark OF ABOUT 150 CRORES IN NOT MORE THAN A DECADE AS FAR AS ITS POPULATION GROWTH IS CONCERNED

GOING BACK IN HISTORY "MANDAL COMMISSION"

ARTICLE 15 AND 16 EMPOWERED CERTAIN GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO WERE BACKWARD AND NEEDED EMPOWERMENT TO BRING A BALANCE IN SOCIETY(BASED ON THE PRINCIPLE THAT VEHICLE CAN BE RUN ONLY WHEN ALL ITS WHEELS ARE WORKING OK OK!)

NO DOUBT THAT WAS A BRILLIANT STEP TAKEN BY "BUDDHIJIWI" OF INDIAN SOCIETY

PEOPLE WHO WERE AWARDED THESE POLICIES NEEDED THEM BADLY TO GROW AND ACHIEVE THAT SOCIAL STATUS AND BECOME EQUAL TO THOSE PEOPLE WHO TREAT THEM UNTOUCHABLES

SO SOCIETY SPLITEED UNDER 4 CATEGORIES ST, SC, OBC, AND GENERALS

people grew SERVING THESE POLICIES AT A VERY REMARKABLE RATE

BUT WHAT OUR BUDDHIJIWI MISSED - THEY TARGETED ONLY UNTOUCHABLES

DID THEY WERE SO SURE THAT ALL BRAHMIN'S (GENERAL CATEGORY) SON/DAUGHTER ARE WELL SUFFICIENT THAT THEY WILL FOR SURE EARN THAT MUCH MATCHING PAY SCALE NEED TO SURVIVE WITH THEIR BASIC NEEDS?

WERE THEY TOO SURE THAT THE PEOPLE THEY ARE EMPOWERING WILL NOT TURN TO BE ON REVENGE MODE FOR WHAT TREATMENT WAS GIVEN TO THEIR FOR-FATHERS?

DID THEY guaranteed THAT THEIR POLICIES WILL BE BENEFICIAL TO EVERY BACKWARD PERSON LIVING IN REMOTE AREA WHO DID NOT HAVE FACILITY OF BASIC NEEDS available to URBAN SOCIETY(I M TALKING ABOUT ELECTRICITY AND INTERNET) TILL THIS DATE?

DID THEY EVER mention THAT WHAT IF THEIR9 POLICY IS A SUCCESS, WHAT MEASURE WILL THEY TAKE TO DRAW IT BACK AND ASURRING THERE WILL BE NO AGRESSIVE ACTION BY MINORITIES?

ANSWER TO EVERY QUESTION IS SIMPLY

NO !!

NOBODY THINK ABOUT IT AND NOBODY WANT TO EVEN DISCUSS IT BECAUSE "VOTE BANK TO INHI SE CHLTA HAI"

IN 2020 WE HAVE (ACC TO STATISTA)

SCHEDULE TRIBES-9%

SCHEDULED CAST(DALITS)-20%

FORWARD CASTE-30%

OTHER BACKWARD CLASS-41%

IN WHICH

22.5% - SC+ST RESERVATION

27% - OBC

10% - EWC

AND REST IS

UNRESERVED!! - MEANS SEATS CAN BE OWNED BY ANY OF THESE ABOVE TOO (50.9% - CAN BE CONSIDERED AS REAL MARK OF TALENT, FOR SOMEONE`S HARD WORKS, DETERMINATION,SACRAFICE,PASSION,ETC)

SO THIS IS REALITY

I M SHARING A STATICS CIRCULATED BY NTA(EXAM CONDUCTING BODY FOR ENGINEERING AND MEDICAL ENTRANCE TEST)

YOU CAN`T SKIP THAT IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THAT pls see it for once

found that!!!!

YES THIS IS THE REALITY (UR)

YOU NEED 600/720 TO TAKE ADMISSION IN GOVT. MEDICAL SCHOOL FOR STUDYING M.B.B.S

(IF YOU ARE CURSED TO HAVE BENEFITS OF UNRESERVED CATEGORY .......LOL!)

BUT IF YOU ARE A CATEGORY STUDENT YOU NEED TO GET AROUND 500/720 (WHAT!!)

YES AND NOBODY WILL EVER ASK YOU THAT HOW MUCH YOUR FATHER EARN, WHICH REPUTED INSTITUTE YOU HAVE TAKEN ADMISSION AFTER GIVING LAKHS OF RUPEES(BUT YOU HAVE BEEN MARKED AS BACKWARD AND THEY WILL GIVE YOU BENIFIT)

(SOUNDS SIMILAR LIKE AN ATHLETE IS GIVEN ADVANTAGE OF COMPLETING A RACE AT 80m and GETTING GOLD MEDAL IN 100M RACE)

YES, WE LIVE IN THIS SOCIETY AND MATTER OF CONCERN WE CAN`T EVEN COMPLAIN BECAUSE "WO LOG DANGA KR DENGE"!!

"YE TO OR BADHANE KI DEMAND KRNE LGTE HAIN!!"(PEOPLE GETTING BENEFITS ARE NOT SATISFIED AND THEY DEMAND MORE PERCENTAGE)

AND ALSO SUPPORTED BY "MURAKH" POLITICIANS OF OUR COUNTRY(BIGGEST MISFORTUNE) AND EVEN DARE TO GO TO SUPREME COURT TO INCREASE THE QUOTA

THANKFULLY NO STATE CAN INCREASE RESERVATION BEYOND 50% IN ALL GOVERNMENT ADMISISSIVE AND WORKING DEPARTMENTS

PEOPLE TALK ABOUT NAZI`S , BLACK LIFE MATTER, ETC BUT HAVE THEY EVEN WROTE OR RAISED THEIR VOICE ON THIS ISUUE

UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE NOT SEEN ANY PERSON POSTING ANYTHING ON THIS MATTER ON SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM

"GHAR ME LGI AAG KO BUJHANE KI FURSAT KISI K PAS NHI H"

THEY LOVE TO POST ABOUT WHAT`S ALL HAPPENING IN WEST(NEVER MIND - THEY MIGHT BE LIVING IN WORLD OF SOCIAL MEDIA)

YES GENERAL CANDIDATE SPEAKS BUT ONLY WHEN THEY GET AFFECTED

NO ONE CAN IMAGINE A PAIN WHEN YOU MISS YOUR SELECTION BY FRACTION OF PERCENTILES AND YOUR COMPETITOR IS ALREADY A WINNER WHILE YOU HAVE SCORED TWICE OF HIS TOTAL SCORE (MAYBE I SOUND LIKE AN IDIOT BUT BELIEVE ME I HAVE SEEN THIS THING IN REALITY)

NO DOUBT PAST WAS VERY BRUTAL BUT MAHATMA GANDHI ONCE SAID

"ANKH KE BADLE ANKH SARI DUNIYA KO ANDHA BNA DEGI"(EYE FOR AN EYE WILL MAKE WHOLE WORLD BLIND)

THERE ARE EVEN CASES IN INDIA WHERE PEOPLE STOPPED USING THEIR SURNAMES BECAUSE of "BABU" IN GOVT. OFFICE WILL NOT LET THEIR(general category) FILES AND DOCUMENT GO FOR FURTHER PROCEDURE

DID THOSE "BUDDHIJIWI" EVER IMAGINED OF THIS SITUATION ?

I CAN GUARANTEE THAT MORE THAN 50% OF TOTAL POPULATION OF CATEGORY(ST/SC) WILL NOT BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND AND ALSO A LARGE PERCENT OF THAT POPULATION EVEN CAN`T ACCESS MY CONTENT

SO WHERE ARE ITS BENEFITS?

YES WE HAVE SEEN A GOOD DEVELOPMENT IN MINORITY SECTION OF OUR SOCIETY BUT STILL, A LARGE FRACTION IS STILL UNKNOWN OF THESE BENEFITS

"YHA SIRF RAJA KA BETA HI RAJA BAN RHA HAI"

The MAIN IDEA BEHIND THIS SYSTEM IS NOT SUCCESSFUL AND WILL NEVER BE COMPLETED BECAUSE OF FAULTS OF OUR SYSTEM

I'm NOT AGAINST RESERVATION SYSTEM BUT MY MAJOR CONCERNS ARE

1. WHERE IS MY RIGHT OF EQUALITY

2. WHY THERE IS RESERVATION FOR SYSTEM FOR PROMOTION ( EVEN THEY ARE GIVEN JOBS FOR FACT THAT THEY JUST BELONGING TO A MINORITY CATEGORY)

3. WHEN THEY HAVE SCHOLARSHIP SCHEMES FOR STUDENTS THEN WHY DO THEY ARE OFFERED WITH RESERVATION

AND WHEN I TRY TO FIND MY ANSWERS I SIMPLY END AT CONCLUSION THAT THIS IS MY "MISFORTUNE"

I SHOULD NOT BE LIVING IN THIS COUNTRY WHERE PEOPLE ARE NOT JUDGED ON BASIS OF THEIR TALENT BUT BASIS

"ISKA BAAP KON JAT KA HAI"

YES, THIS MAY SOUND VERY RUDE ON MY PART BUT THIS IS REALITY !!

AND I CAN ASSURE YOU THESE ARE YOUR WORDS TOO INSIDE BUT YOU ARE VERY USED TO THIS THAT IT RARELY BOTHERS YOU

BUT IT MATTER WHEN YOU APPLY FOR JOBS OR ADMISSIONS

SO WHAT WE CAN DO

1. UNRESERVED CANDIDATE HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THAT THEY HAVE TO STAND FOR THEMSELF AND HAVE TO RAISE THEIR VOICE

2. COMMON PEOPLE SHOULD REALISE THAT ONGOING SITUATION MAY LEAD TO EVEN MORE DRASTIC SITUATION AS MORE POPULATION WILL KEEP ON ADDING

3. RESERVATION FOR PROMOTIONS SHOULD BE REMOVED FOR SURE

4. CANDIDATE WHOSE FATHER/MOTHER IS IN GOVERNMENT SECTOR SHOULD NOT GET BENEFITS OF RESERVATION

5. LIMITING THE CRITERIA OF RESERVATION PERCENTAGE

6. MAINTAINING THE CRITERIA FOR TRANSGENDERS AND P.H (YES! THEY ALSO HAVE RIGHT TO STAND EQUALLY IN SOCIETY)

7. SCHOLARSHIP SCHEMES FOR STUDENTS( ON BASIS OF THEIR ECONOMIC STATUS NOT ON BASIS OF CASTE SYSTEM

8. NO ELECTORAL CANDIDATE CAN USE "JAATI" AS A TOPIC FOR COMPETING ELECTION AND IT SHOULD BE MONITERED AND STRICT PUNISHMENTS IF FOUND GUILTY

9. SPECIAL SCHOLARSHIP SCHEMES FOR EMERGING STUDENTS OF ST/SC/ OBC CANDIDATES

10. IMPROVEMENT OF QUALITY OF EDUCATION IN GOVT. SCHOOLS WITH PROPER MONITORING OF TEACHERS ADMITTED TO SCHOOL

11. COMPULSION OF GOVT. EMPLOYEES TO SEND THEIR CHILD TO NEARBY GOVT. SCHOOL FOR AT LEAST TERM OF 12 YEARS(THIS WILL IMPROVE THE QUALITY OF EDUCATION AUTOMATICALLY.😂..............LOL!!)

THE RESERVATION SYSTEM INSTEAD, BE FOCUSED ON ECONOMIC BACKWARDNESS IN PLACE OF SOCIAL BACKWARDNESS

CONCLUDING MY BLOG I WOULD LIKE TO SAY

"AGR CHEZIEN FREE ME BANT DI JYE TO VALUE KM HO JATI HAI ISLIYE LOGO KO MEHNAT SE CHEZIEN KMANE K OR MAUKE DENE ME HI SAMJHDARI HAI"

AND YES INDIA DON'T NEED RESERVATION SYSTEM FOR "MENTALLY HANDICAPED" PEOPLE

Many ST/SC CANDIDATE HAVE SERVED THIS NATION WITHOUT USING THAT TAG AND WE ARE VERY PROUD OF THEM BECAUSE OF THEIR POTENTIAL,HARDWORK AND STRUGGLE.WE ALL ARE INDIANS AND WE ALL HAVE GOOD QUALITY OF BRAIN(NO DOUBT)

If this system is not iradicated from our society then we must be prepared for UPCOMING CIVIL WAR in this country because 60% population of this country is youth and no body could even imagine the enormous amount of anger they carry with them against this SYSTEM when they face a type of injustice

JAI HIND, JAI BHARAT

#reservationFreeIndia #rightofequality #ankhekholosarkar #इंडिया #india #आरक्षणमुक्तभारत #Generallifematters #politics

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sweetgubler-blog · 5 years

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Reassurance - Spencer x Reader

A/N - omgggg the amount of msgs and love i’m getting from postings my fics are incredible! thank you all so much for the kind words and the requests that have been sent in! since i’m studying three days a week, my writing schedule will be thursday & fridays. i hope you like this imagine, i'm absolutely in love with the idea of spence as a dad / soon to be dad GOD make it happen already pls

Anon asked: I’m a sucker for soon to be Dad!Spence so could you write a fic where his girlfriend or wife is just having a rough day and is uncomfortable and panicking about being a Mom, so he tries to cheer her up and he ends up laying down with her saying how proud he is of her, but while they're talking about the future and he panics thinking he's going to be a bad Dad. And he just gives her, and her belly, a bunch of kisses and feels their daughter kick. :’

Words - 1218

Warnings - None

Y/N - Your name

E/C - Eye colour

H/C - Hair colour

GIF made by - @sweetg (for some odd reason tumblr won’t let me tag ur acc so for the mean time i’m just putting ur @ here until i fix it)

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Pregnancy was always tiring, stressful and just plain exhausting. Your emotions have been a mess and you haven’t felt the most elegant these past weeks. You were twelve weeks pregnant, entering your second trimester you seemed that it all felt too real and too fast. Your longterm boyfriend, Spencer, was over the moon with joy when you told him the news of your pregnancy. He always dreamed of becoming a dad, and you always knew he’d turn out to be a perfect one. He had that charisma and happiness which would light anyone’s day up, and knowing that your soon to be child would have that presence made you feel proud.

Bundled up in bed with the sheets covering your body, you try to ease the pain of your tender breasts, usual cramps and unsettling nausea. You loved every part of motherhood so far, but the pain which was caused highly effected your efforts most of the time. Spencer, being the good boyfriend that he is, would always know exactly what to do to make you feel better. Whether it was just a cup of tea to a huge bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, he always managed to make the day worthy. Although he spent lots of time working at the BAU with his late nights and early shifts, he would come home to you sound asleep in bed, curling up next to you as he fell asleep against the rhythm of your breathing.

By this time it was 8 pm. Spencer had just arrived home from work, managing to open the door quietly as he dug his keys into the lock. Closing the door behind him, he hung up his satchel onto the hook before he took his arms out of his sweater. Placing it on the hook, he tiptoed upstairs, trying not to make the stairs creak, making his way to the room you two shared. The door was left open slightly, a small gap making him push the door open as he walked into the comfort of your room, his sight blinded by the beauty of you. Carefully making his way to the bathroom, he took off his clothes and jumped into the shower. By the time he shut the door, you shifted in your sleep fluttering your eyes open once again. The pain was gone for the meantime and you felt bliss and relaxation shoot through your body. Sitting up against the bed frame, you look over at the door, Spencer emerging from it in a white bathrobe. His hair was in curls from the water and he looked terribly tired.

“Y/N, d-did I wake you?” Spencer asked sincerely, walking out of the bathroom and turning the light off. Shaking your head, you move over so he could hop into the cozy bed. Lying down next to you, he smile creates small dimples in his cheeks as he gazed into your E/C eyes. Leaning down, he places his soft lips onto yours, gently kissing you as he stroked your cheek. Pulling away, he held his hand against your face as he placed his forehead against yours.

“How was your day?” He asked once again, this time in a soft whisper. You simply sighed in response before yawning slowly. A chuckle escaped his lips.

“You know, the usual. Just sitting around all day trying to not think about the endless pain that loves to surprise me every couple of hours.” You say sarcastically, earning another laugh to escape Spencer’s lips. “What about you?”

“We just worked on another case, not a big deal. I thought about you all day.” Spencer mumbled, staring deeply into your eyes as he stroked your soft H/C hair. A smile dancing on your lips, you lean in and kiss him again, before you pulled away this time, moving his hand from your hair to hold onto.

“Well, Emily will give you time off soon. She understands, you know that, Spence.” You reassured him. “And then you’ll have more time dealing with me!”

Giggling with you, Spencer couldn’t take his eyes away from you. Your beauty radiated through his mind, making him feel eternally loved and grateful to have you. Silence filled the room for a couple more moments, as you just sat in each others company.

“Spence? Do you think I’ll make a good mom?” Your voice was soft, just below a whisper as you rested your face in the crook of his warm neck. He looked down at you, before shifting onto his side as he now looked up at you, a slow and steady hand tracing the outline of your growing belly.

“Y/N, you know I think you’re incredible. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in someone. We’re merely months away from greeting our child and showing them the world we live in. There are 43.5 million mothers in the world, and you truly are the most amazing one of them all.” He said, his hazel eyes melting into yours. Sniffling, you look down and wipe a tear painted onto your skin away. You knew Spencer was the love of your life. You knew since the moment you met him that he would be the one to hold you and comfort you in your darkest days. You were truly thankful for the impact he has made on you, as well as the impact on your baby. Suddenly his eyes turned gloomy, soon realising that he was storming something up in that smart brain of his.

“D-Do you think I’ll be okay? As a dad, I mean,” Spencer clarified. You look at him, really looking at him. You take in everything about him that made you fall in love with him in the first place. He was beautiful. He was a gentleman. He was what you needed, and it’s safe to say that he was yours.

“Hey, I know you’ll be great. You’re already so natural with kids already. Just think about you and Henry, from the moment I saw you do your wacky, little magic tricks and seeing the happiness light up in their eyes, I knew straight away that you would make the perfect father. And I’m even more confident to know that you are special. And I’d never want to take that away from you” You reassure him this time. The light comes back to his eyes, a smile once again found on his lips as he placed a soft peck against your lips.

“I love you,” He whispered against your lips, before running a hand over your stomach once again, leaning down to gently kiss your baby. Smiles from ear to ear from each one of you, you gasped as you felt a kicking sensation hit the roof of your stomach. Spencer looking up straight away, a shocked expression on his face before he burst into laughter and smiles. Matching his, you take the time to catch your breath from the excitement of feeling your baby kick for the first time. He moves his way up to lay against the pillow next to you, as he turned onto your side to stare at him. Closing the gap in between you two, you kiss him with passion before pulling away slowly, looking up into his eyes.

“I love you, too.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #dr spencer reid #criminal minds imagine #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler imagine #mgg x reader #mgg imagine #mgg #criminal minds #cm #cm imagine #imagines #fan fiction #x reader #dad!spencer

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yxcnghq-blog · 5 years

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good fuckin yard my guys gals and non binary pals !! i’m admin c and this is my messy disaster gay problem child jooseok. below the cut you’re gonna find out a loT about his tragic ass and if you hit the like button if i haven’t already, i’ll hit you up for plotting !! i’ll give a few ideas of connections on the end of this too since i’m gonna update and redo his plot page sfngn bUT let it be known i also mun aurora, euchan and emrys so i may have also messaged you for plotting on one of those acc’s, if so don’t worry i will ensure to give you the chance to plot with all my babies !! without further ado:

jooseok is the son of a mob family, they’re very well established in the criminal world. his parents are yeong dami and yeong joohyuk. however it is dami who actually runs the game and is the head bitch in charge shall we say, not to bring feminist agenda joo to life but as u can imagine due to this he has hella respect for women esp his mother bc of the strength he observed in her growing up. he thinks women are stronger and better at survival bc of learning through his ma and being trained by her.

so he was raised of course in the family gang, raised in crime and never really knew any other way to live. when he reached seventeen he was initiated officially into the gang meaning his role became more full time and his responsibility became larger. he dropped out of college after his first two years there to accomodate for this and so his education wasn’t the finest but he was homeschooled for a long time before he got too old as the gang considered it and he no longer had time for it. plus he was of the belief he knew enough about how the world worked through the observation of the good and ugly alone.

he does have a younger sister who he considers his entire world and he also has a brother of around the same age as him. the family dynamic is a little complex, he’d kill without hesitation for both his siblings despite the fact that his brother and himself often don’t agree or see eye to eye on anything, they bicker and give each other shit but they’d never turn their backs on each other. these are wanted connections i will eventually put on the list so they can be filled out also.

he’s considered an infiltrator and a double agent as his main job titles for the gang so right now he works undercover in the police force helping the wrongly accused escape a life of jail time and prove their innocence when the justice system fails them. occasionally he’s put in charge of strategy too and he is very very respected within the gang for being the youngest and yet the most skilled who rose to his tasks very quickly for his age and became the best at what he does at an alarmingly quick rate, he’s actually pretty well known for having the reputation of being the youngest to climb the ranks and gain status like this.

he could actually have been the boss of the gang with the amount of tasks and dirty work he takes on

HOWEVER...

jooseok has a huge secret and this is that recently he’s started attending college again and taken on night classes to study law and learn more about the police force so he can become a genuine crime detective. he is also undertaking training for the police force.

the lifestyle and career of the police force has always been his dream and his goal but with his limited education it was never something he could achieve alongside his gang life. this is why he jumped at the chance to at least do something undercover with the police and despite playing dirty cop, use it to do something good, vigilante like if you will.

joo can’t keep his secret forever though, his gang are getting wind of what’s going on and soon he’s going to have to go into hiding. despite the gang being his family, hits will be issued on him until he is eliminated and killed. simply put he is considered a traitor the minute he gives up gang life, and he knows far too much to simply be allowed to walk free possibly giving away all their secrets and intel. because it is a family business there are severe consequences for him turning away from what is considered his duty and responsibility.

joo = big be gay, do crime type energy. he’s abrasive and amoral but he’s also nurturing and naturally smart and talented at everything he puts his passion into. he’s resourceful and crazy adaptable and he’s equal parts a protector as much as he is a fighter. he can be broody and blunt but he can also be witty and hilarious with his dark sense of humor and somewhat messed up mind and moral code. if you’re considered close to jooseok then he’ll kill half the population of daegu easy with his own hands with no worries so long as you’re safe.

he worked undercover in america for a year so he can speak english and went by the shortened name of jo over there but most people call him seok or ong in korea to shorten his name to a nickname. he’s fluent in his english, jooseok is well known for being a quick learner in every area if u know what i mean *side eyes*

can be a bit of a fuckboy but has a big heart deep down despite it all, just keeps it concealed because of past toxic relationships and the belief taught into him from early on that any attachment to anything you don’t owe it to, would only result in weakness and vulnerability. and you don’t want people to know you have weaknesses when you do what jooseok does. *coughs* for this reason he has had a lot of pining and unrequited love situations *coughs*

he’s not that close with his parents, he keeps a strictly professional relationship with them mostly but his mum is his idol for her mentality and attitude to life. though he wishes he could achieve more than what she allowed for him to be a part of. wishes he could be normal.

OTHER LIL HEADCANONS:

joo joined the gang officially at seventeen when the initiation process took place and this was the time he met hyunjin ( @phyunjinn ) also known as his best friend and right hand man. they quickly became partners in the gang for everything, if joo had business to deal with especially the dangerous kind then nate would be by his side, acting as his protection for anyone who dared cross him and likewise he would give the same back. think kinda like alec and jace i guess as a good example with the whole parabatai bond aspect. they fight the best when they’re fighting together, and if one of them died, a huge piece of the other would die with them.

at first joo actually refused to talk to nate cause he’s a lil shit and he didn’t get why it should be important but dami urged her son, pointing out they were of similar ages and being initiated at the same time and it was important to have someone he could talk to and rely on like that. so he sidled his way over eventually and pretty easily and nonplussed like made a best friend out of the other male. they grew to have a secret code of trust between them, joo learning sign language for the male to put him at ease and also ordering the rest of the gang did the same despite complaints he quickly shut that shit down arguing they needed to be able to communicate with nate in his way to ensure his safety faster if need ever be. ( but for him personally, he learnt because he wanted to be able to talk to nate in the way that comes most naturally to the male )

in college he’s considered a soft jock type, heart of gold but he’s very physically attractive and a bit of a heart throb and definitely considered sporty despite also being very musically driven.

PLOT IDEAS:

joo needs some college friends, musically talented people he can consider study buddies, he was actually almost an idol once when he nearly signed on with a company because of how musically talented he is as a producer and songwriter - typically he only writes for close friends and always ensures the lyrics feel truthful and genuine to his friend’s stories but yeah give me people he is encouraged by with that and just able to be himself with.

friends from america potentially as well

other criminal underground kinda connections bc u know keeps business thriving to link up with other famously dangerous people and work together.

i would so love a good cop,bad cop type thing where someone who he’s on the police force with or is also training to be in the police force with him is genuine and legit and knows he isn’t and is kinda like shunning tf outta him for it but also trying to teach him how to be better without even realizing it and sort of having their mind changed on how simple good and bad is bc actually there is kind of a grey area which joo belonged to.

ex’s of course

as much as i love friends who don’t know about joo’s other life, i’d also love some friends who did and were hella concerned bc like siren noises what is this boi doing he’s gonna get himself killed and does he even cAre bc he fuckin should

roomies plssss

enemies and rivals are always welcome too maybe ppl who dislike him for turning away from the crime life and going straight or whatever rlly i also rlly like the idea of someone who sort of admired him and has a personal grudge bc he was so good at being a criminal and he made such a legacy and then he just abandoned it and they feel he wasted it or something

#daegu:intro #daeguintro

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justkarliekloss · 6 years

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Karlie Kloss interview for Vogue Spain June 2018

This is my translation. Please credit the blog if you repost it anywhere.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English isn’t my first language. But, if you see a huge mistake or something that could be better said, please send me a message so I can edit it! I’m always open to learning new things 😊

Karlie Kloss (1992, Chicago) is the best example of what being a model means these days. Being beautiful and having an amazing body isn’t enough anymore; today you need to inspire people, and doing so, she is one of the best. As the leader of a new generation of tops whose voices are heard loud and clear, she has never doubted when it comes to fight against injustice. Her last cause is to fight against the lack of women working in tech. Now, because of her, its future could be lead by women.

In 2015, after studying a coding course at Flatiron School in New York, she decided to create a scholarship for girls between 13 and 18 so they could learn about a world that still today seems to be made just for men. The next year, Kode with Klossy grew up to be a free summer camp and also a scholarship to be able to attend university. Since then, this project hasn’t stopped growing, and this summer more than 1000 girls, divided over 50 camps in 25 cities in the United States, will benefit from it.

Besides that, Karlie also supports other causes, like the fight against climate change, or the different ways to improve people’s diet in her country. For the first time in history, a model seems to be ready (and more prepared) to save the world than all its politicians. Though she isn’t the only one. Fellow tops, like Doutzen Kroes, Cameron Russell, Sara Ziff and Adwoa Aboah also share her determination to make the world a better place. The fashion world can feel proud.

Respected by the industry, Karlie has always shown an untiring activism -even before it became a world wide phenomenon- that might have created some tension with her in-laws. Since 2012, Karlie is in a solid relationship with Joshua Kushner, brother of Jared, husband of Ivanka Trump and the President’s adviser. Her natural elegance has surely helped her get over any delicate situation; same way it has helped her nail her now more than usual tv appereances. One of the last ones was on Bill Nye’s tv show, “Bill Nye Saves the World”, where she travelled to Venice to report about the problems the climate change is causing the city.

Last year you travelled to Venice to show the effects of the rising of the sea level in the city. How was the experience?

I think we all should crontribute somehow on the conservation and preservation of the planet. Bill Nye gave me the opportunity to visit the Italian city and discover all the problems they have to deal with because of the sea level rising, and I am very grateful. It was a very revealing experience, because even though they don’t make it to the headlines all the time, the climate change consecuences are very real, and it is important that we start acting to try and save the world we live in.

What other causes worry you these days?

There are a lot of topics we should worry about; it has been very inspirig seeing so many people revealing things and demanding a change. From the #metoo movement to the students that are leading the conversation about the reform of the gun law and the violence in the United States. I find that admirable. We are witnessing a moment of huge changes for history. And even though there still is a lot to do, this gives me hope for the future, especially with the next generation, who is very compromised with all these problems.

Did you think about joining the #metoo movement?

I was very lucky when I started my career. My family was always with me, on every step I took. They even joined me at photoshoots and fashion shows, anywhere I went. My experience has been very positive, but I know that that hasn’t happened to other models. I think it is very important that people feel safe at work, and that it is the industry’s role to make sure of it. Even though I am sure this is just the tip of the icerberg, it is amazing that all these stories are finally seeing the light. As a society, we need to put a face to these issues so women and girls can feel respected. I hope that this movement is the begining of some very needed changes.

How do you think the models’ situation, and women’s in general, could be improved on their work eviroment?

We are witnessing an awakening in our culture. Important topics, like equal pay or women’s proteccion against abussive situations, have started to be talked about in the fashion world and many others. I hope these conversations start a change, and that everyone can feel safe and respected at work.

Karlie was discovered when she was just 13 during a charity fashion show in Saint Louis (Misouri), where she grew up and where her family still lives, and she made her debut on the runway when she was just 15 as an exclusive for Calvin Klein. The next season, just in New York, she walked 31 shows, and that was just the begining. “Back then I didn’t aspire to be a model, I thought it was a good way to save money for university. But I had amazing oportunities I feel unvelebely grateful for. Especially because, thanks to my family and close friends’ support, I was able to live that experience without disconecting from my previous life. During my first years I was still focused on the typical high school things, like doing homework or getting a date for my prom dance”. Not long after, her face was everywhere. Karlie has walked for all the big brands and names, and she has been the face of countless campaigns. Among the last ones, Versace, the perfume “Good Girl” by Carolina Herrera -they’ve always had a very close relationship- or Adidas, with whom she has been collaborating for a while trying to promote a healthier way of living. Besides that, she was just named an Estée Lauder’s ambassador, and the brand will collaborate with Kode with Klossy. But, despite being one of the biggest names in fashion and have more than 7 million followers on Instagram, Karlie has been able to stay away from controversies and anything that isn’t related to her job or her many charitable projects. The first one, born in 2012, was the one that made her one of the tops more known among her co-workers. When in backstage, she used to give away her famous Karlie’s Kookies, healthy cookies she developed in collaboration with Momofuku Milk Bar to help FEED raise money to help kids in need. Her support to those who need it the most has been constant since then.

You created Kode with Klossy as a way to help young girls in tech, a field usually made just for me. How did the idea started?

I’ve always been a very curious person, and I loved Math and Science. That’s why, in 2014, I decided to take some coding lessons. I wanted to understand how technology is changing our world. It is something that has significantly changed the fashion world in the past five years, with the boom of social media or e-commerce platforms. I wanted to know how all of that worked. I started a course at the Flatiron School in New York as a way to challenge myself, and I surprised myself when I found out how creative and easy it was to learn coding when you had the proper teachers and subjects. It just requieres solving problems and team work, two things I love; I finished the course thrilled with that I had learnt, and I wanted to share that experience with other girls. That’s how Kode with Klossy was born. A programme that encourages women to learn coding and to become the future leaders of the tech world.

Why do you think there still are work fields, like this one, that are thought to be just for men?

In 1995, only a 37% of techs were women, and today that number has gone down to a 24%. And it definitely isn’t because of women not being interested or talented enough. The problem starts with the early acces to technology and computer science. Only one of four public schools in the United States offer this options, and when it comes to the subjects, they aren’t created having girls in mind. On the other hand, there only are a few women with important jobs on the companies that belong to this field, which sends the message that opportunities are limited for women. There is a lot to do to try an close this breach.

When did you started being interested in technology?

I’ve always been very interested in Math and Science; but I think it is all because of how much I admire my dad, who is an ER doctor. He taught me to apreciate how you can use science in your daily life, in his case, to save lifes. At first I thought I would follow his steps and study Medicine, but life had other plans for me. That passion and curiosity for Science was still there tho, and it ended on me being very interested on coding.

Did you find any obstacle on this field because you are a woman?

When I decidedd to start taking coding lessons I got a lot of questions about it. And scepticism. People thought it was weird that a model wanted or needed to learn coding, but that’s the message I want to tell the world. You don’t need to be the number one in your Math class, or want to be a software ingeniere, to be interested in it. In technology, like on many other aspects of life, it is important to not let anyone stop you from getting what you want, from achieving your goals.

What do you dream to achieve with your project?

Something we talk about very often is the idea that you can’t expect to be something you can’t see. It is important that young girls not only get the technical abilities that will allow them to develop a career on the tech world, but also that they have role models to follow, to learn from, and to be inspired by. That’s why we want to create a comunity of women with interesting careers in the tech world, so they can come to our camps and share their stories with the girls. By celebrating the success of these women, we are showing the new generations what you can achieve with a bit of effort.

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rosegoldjen · 7 years

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You Are in Love - A Clawen Story

setting: post JW

one look, dark room

meant just for you

Shortly after the boat had dropped them and a few thousand others off on the mainland, Claire and Owen were summoned back to headquarters. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to find a hotel room, shower, and go to sleep. But, duty calls. She followed Owen and a group of men out of the marina and towards a car waiting for them. She and Owen were pushed into the backseat and whisked off to the tallest building in the middle of downtown San Diego. Simon Masrani spared no expense.

She had let her fingers rest limply on the leather seat in between them, not caring anymore about body language. She stared out the window, watching the cars pass by. She started when she felt warm fingers tickle hers gently. She turned to Owen. He too was looking out the window, seemingly unmoving. His hand, however, was moving closer and closer to hers to grab it; and she let him.

As soon as they pulled up to the main office, they were escorted to what looked like locker rooms. They were given fresh clothes to change into, toiletries to freshen up, and instructions to meet in the board room on the seventeenth floor when they were finished.

As soon as Claire stepped out of the shower and put on the skirt and blouse Masrani had provided for her, she felt closer to herself again. She blow-dried her hair and styled it into the usual straight bob. She and Owen had no plans to meet before they ascended to the seventeenth floor, so she went on without him.

The doors opened and Claire prepared to step out and face the company. She was surprised to see that the sun had almost set, yet they hadn’t turned on many lights in the room. Owen was already sitting across from her at the table, typical of large board rooms such as this one. The first thing she noticed was how goddammed good he looked, even after being chased by multiple dinosaurs only hours ago.

“Claire, thank you for joining us,” Masrani’s CPA interrupted her private gawking. “If you would please take a seat, we can get started.”

She nodded and walked to the table. She took a seat across from Owen, there was no way she could sit next to him so soon.

“Let’s review the damage that you two managed to cause in the last forty-eight hours,” the CPA, who had skipped the formalities of introducing himself, brought images up onto a screen on the opposite end of the room, images that were enough to make Claire lose the crackers she had eaten on the boat ride over.

There was a picture of her, there was a picture of her, Owen, Zach, and Gray standing amongst the damage done to Main Street, there was a video of Owen running from the I-Rex and diving under the truck.

It was all too much for her. She looked at Owen, hoping he could see the panic in her eyes from across the dark room. With one look across the dark room, he managed to calm her, even if it was just a fraction.

“Do we really need to be looking at these right now?” Owen objected. “We just got finished fighting the damn thing, the least you could do is let her try to find peace in her sleep before you go reminding her about the losses and the consequences and the price of damages. Jesus.”

Claire was stunned. No one had ever stood up for her as passionately as Owen had.

“C’mon, Claire, we’re leaving,” he grabbed her arm, pulling her out of her chair and into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she turned to him. He was still brooding, but only slightly at the edges.

“Oh my God,” Claire breathed. “No one has ever done something like that for me before.

“Jesus, Claire, I couldn’t believe you were actually going to keep sitting there, looking so helpless and not doing anything,” he was still facing the wall. Claire grabbed his arm and gently turned him towards her.

“Hey,” she whispered, “thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.” She wrapped her arms around his waist. It was a few moments before he finally wrapped his much larger ones around her shoulders.

time moved too fast

you played it back

A month later

She hadn’t realized how quickly she had let Owen move into her life, how fast he was becoming a second nature, or how soon they would be moving in together. But before Claire realized it, she had gradually, but willingly let Owen move into her apartment. It had started after their first date, well their first date after their horrible first date. He was just coming up to the front door to kiss her goodnight before they found themselves collapsing in between the sheets, either from exhaustion or pure lust, she couldn’t tell which.

It’s funny how traumatizing events like almost getting eaten by a dinosaur can bring people together, instantly. She was starting to rely on him to keep her grounded and keep her safe. So what if things were moving too fast? Whenever she thought about it and played back the events of the last few months, she realized she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Inevitably, both knew in the back of their minds that they would end up together, but neither of them had anticipated how quickly time moved.

buttons on a coat

light hearted joke

no proof not much

but you saw enough

It was the little moments like these that she loved when she would catch Owen staring at her for far too long, pretending not to. If you laid on her bed just so, you would have a direct view of her bathroom vanity, all lit up and covered in skincare products. Owen had teased her about the length of her skincare routine before, often taking her more than twenty-five minutes to complete. But, only if she decided to use a face mask.

On this night, they had just gotten home from a day of grueling press meetings. They both had been dealing with Jurassic World this and when will you return to the island that. When they had finally stumbled into her apartment well after eleven pm, they had both collapsed together onto her bed. They laid there in silence until Claire mustered up the strength to stand up and get ready for bed.

While she was standing at the mirror washing her face, she glanced at Owen for a quick second. It was only one look, she had no proof of it, but she had seen enough. He was staring at her again. He often did this on nights he was most tired. Sometimes she would catch him, but most times, she knew she missed it. After all, she probably stared at him as much as he stared at her, being all sharp jaw and muscle.

“You’re staring again,” she lightheartedly called to him from the bathroom.

“What, no I’m not,” he frowned playfully.

“Yes you are I saw you watching,” she finished drying off her face, switched off the bathroom light, and came to lay on her stomach beside him. Gently, she rested her chin on his stomach.

“Oh please, a gentleman like me would never gawk at a pretty woman. He would whistle and catcall.”

“Oh? Who said you were a gentleman?”

“Excuse me, who are you and what have you done with Ms. Dearing?”

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him, her hands on his stomach. “I’m right here, baby.”

small talk, he drives

coffee at midnight

There were some nights where neither of them could sleep. The nightmares were too much, the demons haunting. Claire could count on both hands the number of times she had woken up close to midnight and found Owen still awake, fiddling with his motorcycle in the garage, or reading something online about the damage they had caused.

Those nights were the worst. The nights he had gotten to lost in his head to even think about coming to bed were the nights Claire was glad something had woken her up, whether it be her own nightmares or a gut instinct. Oftentimes, driving would help. Claire would grab the keys from the drawer and set them in front of him. That always brought him out his trance.

There was a twenty-four-hour diner ten miles from their house. Claire would try to make small talk with him as she sat in the passenger’s seat. Some nights he would be responsive, other nights he would just stare at the road in front of him. She would normally be able to get him out of his head by the time they pulled up to the diner. Other nights, if was well past midnight and three cups of coffee later, he finally would come back to her.

the light reflects

the chain on your neck

“Good morning, babe.”

His voice flutters into her dreams, pulling her peacefully from her sleep.

“Guess what day it is?”

She groaned and rolled over to bury her face in the pillow next to hers. It smelt of him. He had started singing happy birthday quietly to her. This had become a tradition of theirs over the years. They would make each other breakfast in bed and have a lie-in.

“I made your favorites. Crepe’s with fresh crème and blueberries.” She sat up. He knew she was a sucker for fresh crème and blueberries any day. “I also have a present that I want you to open first.”

He pulled out a small white box and handed it to her. Inside was a beautiful diamond necklace on a delicate silver chain.

“I love it,” she smiled at him, lifting it out of its box. “Will you put it on me?”

He crawled behind her and clasped the chain around her neck. It rested perfectly between her collarbones, accentuating them perfectly.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. They ate her breakfast together, laughing about stories from birthday’s past.

“This one time, Karen thought it would be funny to fill the hallway outside my room with balloons. When I woke up and wanted to go downstairs, the only was to get there was by popping multiple of those balloons. She got so mad.”

The sun was streaming in from the window on the other side of the room. She noticed that while Owen was paying attention to her, he was studying the necklace on her chest.

“Hey, sir, my eyes are up here,” she smirked at him.

“I’m sorry babe. The light just keeps reflecting off the chain on your neck and it’s distracting.”

he says “look up”

and your shoulders brush

a year ago

Every year around the holidays, Masrani pulled out all the stops. Claire had looked once in an account she wasn’t supposed to have access to. On average, they spent over ten million dollars on holiday parties alone. There has yet to be a party that Claire has gone to where everyone wasn’t dressed to the nines.

This New Years, however, was different. She had no one to kiss this time, she didn’t know who to ask to bring along. She didn’t want to force anyone to be her date either. She was close to coming to terms with herself. She and dating did not mix. It was as if she was a jinx and no one could save her.

She had played the part of Masrani’s operations manager, mingling and meeting the uppers of the company. She had come when he told her to, “Claire, live a little. I need you to have fun tonight.” He had needed a business wing-woman apparently. He had this keen knack of pitching a sale to the richest investor after getting them tipsy on the most expensive bottle of champagne they could find.

As the hours drew closer to midnight, Claire was getting tired of watching Masrani do the same thing repeatedly. She had wandered up to the top deck of the building, which just so happened to be the tallest hotel in all Jurassic World. She could see the lights of Main Street from here. People filled the streets, she could hear their music.

“There isn’t anything in the world you could say to me right now that would make me come home,” a gruff voice said in the shadows. “I already told you, I’m fucking done.”

She was never one to be curious or pry into other people’s business. But when the stranger with the rough voice walked out of the shadows with the most handsome face she had ever seen, she decided that she needed to know.

“Well if that wasn’t the most touching conversation I’ve heard all night,” she smirked at the handsome stranger. She was surprising herself. Normally she wasn’t this forward with someone she even she knew well.

“Well, you gotta let them down easy sometimes, adding a few ‘I love you baby’s’ and an ‘I’ll bring home some chocolates’ also doesn’t hurt either.” He returned the smirk with vigor.

“Tough breakup?”

��You got it,” he came to stand against the railing next to her. “Sometimes I think I’m a jinx when it comes to dating.

Claire almost snorted on her drink.

“So tell me, what’s a pretty lady like you doing standing out here when the parties in there?”

“You know the usual, trying not the be a jinx.”

“Oh?” He raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “There’s no Mr. Pretty Lady in there waiting for you?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” she heard faint counting in the distance. “What would happen if I said yes?”

“I probably wouldn’t do this.”

He swooped in and pressed his mouth to hers as the fireworks exploded over their heads. For just a moment, Claire let herself forget and live in the moment, happy that she was following Masrani’s advice and “living a little.”

He pulled away slowly from the kiss but kept his arms solid around her waist.

“Look up,” he tells her. She turns her body ever so slightly to get a better view of the fireworks overhead. When she does, their shoulder brush, standing, together on top of the building. After the last spark explodes overhead, he turns to her.

“I guess I should be more of a gentleman, I apologize,” he smiled down at her. “The name’s Owen Grady.”

She smiled back.

“Claire Dearing.”

no proof, one touch

you felt enough

They had just run into the garage when the ground started to shake. Claire knew that she had to remain calm, under no circumstances was she allowed to panic. Zach and Gray had somehow miraculously started the other Jeep and had safely driven away. Well, she hoped safely, she wasn’t going to allow herself to think anything differently just yet.

They quickly ducked next to the other jeep, leaning up against it for support. If they remained completely still, maybe the Indominous Rex would leave them alone. In their haste to find shelter from the dinosaur, Owen had almost sat down on top of her, his shoulder completely crushing hers. As if it was an instinct, his arm had flung out in front of her body, crossing over her stomach and resting on her opposite hip.

With that one touch, she felt enough. There was something radiating from Owen, something almost protective. It was in that moment that she knew he was not going to let her die. He would give his life first before the dinosaur would get to her.

The ground shook again and she squeezed her eyes closed. She could feel Owens gaze on her and it was as though his arm felt even heavier across her front. He squeezed her hip, trying to reassure her. In his own mind, Owen had hoped this gesture would communicate to her that he wanted to protect her.

It did.

you can hear it in the silence

you can feel it on the way home

you can see it with the lights out

you are in love, true love

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sundays

They always stayed at Owen’s house on the weekend. During the week, Claire always worried too much about work. They had tried it before, staying at Owen’s during the week, but Claire had almost had a mental breakdown when she realized she had forgotten some papers she needed for work the next day. And so, they started crashing at Owen’s on Saturday nights.

They always stayed in on Sunday. Owen had a fancy thing about making breakfast for her in the morning, and on this morning, she woke up to the smell of burnt toast.

“Owen,” she called as she walked slowly from the bedroom. She could hear pots and pans clanging, typical kitchen noises. When she walked into the kitchen, she found a shirtless Owen surrounded by burnt toast and fried eggs.

“Babe,” he groaned. “You weren’t supposed to see this. I was supposed to bring you breakfast in bed.”

you keep his shirt

he keeps his word

He turns around to look at her and gasps. There she stood in the kitchen doorway. She looked so effortless and stunning standing there in only his t-shirt from last night. She hadn’t an ounce of makeup on her face, but the morning sunlight streamed in through the window, hitting her eyes just right and making the green sparkle.

He knew he was beyond lucky to have her. After their disaster of a first date, he never thought that they would end up spending a single night together, much less more than one. He realized right then and there as they were standing half-naked in his kitchen together that she was the one he wanted to be with. He could get used to seeing her messy head every morning, even if it meant burning toast every Sunday.

“Go back to bed babe,” he smiled softly at her. “I must keep my word. Breakfast in bed for the most stunning woman on the planet.”

and for once you let go

of your fears and your ghosts

There were nights like these that were to be expected. Unfortunately for Claire, they had come to be expected. She would wake up in a cold sweat and realize with a start that an irregularly large dinosaur was in fact not trying to eat her alive. However, as bad as these nights were, they had come to be some of her favorites.

Owen had learned to detect the signs of a nightmare, waking him almost immediately. He could tell almost immediately when Claire’s body became cold and rigid against his. She would try to escape his grasp, mentally trying to fight something that was holding her down. In response, Owen fought back. He held on to her harder, refusing to let such a beautiful woman slip through his arms and into the darkest parts of her thoughts.

Sometimes Claire would have to pin Owen down, which was hard for her to do considering she was a good hundred pounds lighter than she is. Usually, Owen was a still sleeper, never moving in his sleep, but when he began to move around, that was when she clued in to the problem. She could always tell what type of nightmare it was. If he was thrashing and kicking, she knew he was fighting the valiantly for his life. If he whimpered and pulled her closer, he was fighting for her life, fighting for the only thing he had ever loved.

one step, not much, but it said enough

you kissed on sidewalks

you fight and you talk

“Please try and remember Owen, bread, milk, and cheese,” Claire pleaded as her pointed heels clicked down the sidewalk. “And please make the bread gluten free. And try to keep up, we’ll be walking for forever if you don’t pick up the pace. Now, what are you supposed to remember?”

Owen, who was indeed walking behind her admiring her behind, did not remember what she had asked him to remember. This was a common occurrence on their weekly jaunts to the local supermarket. Owen much too often picked up chips, salsa, and guacamole instead.

“Owen!” her voice brought him out of his head again. She began lecturing him once more about the power of paying attention, but he wasn’t listening. Go figure. He was watching her lips move as she spoke, thinking about how much he liked it when they were on his. He was watching her hands, the way they moved when she talked and how they felt against his own.

Suddenly, he was pulling her into a kiss, right there on the sidewalk, perfectly. At first, Claire was reluctant, but then he felt her body slowly giving into his, accepting his warmth and accepting his kiss.

“I always remember everything you tell me,” he said against her lips.

one night he wakes, strange look on his face

pauses then says you’re my best friend

and you knew what it was, he is in love

Claire was up late that night finishing going over reports for an executive meeting the next day. She was sitting in bed with the files on her lap, her bedside lamp the only source of light. The digital clock on the wall across the room read two-thirty. She should probably be sleeping soon. She had to be up in a little less than four hours if she wanted to be to the meeting on time.

Owen had gone to bed around midnight. At this point, his steady breathing was the only thing that was keeping her sane. He always told her that she worked too much. She knew that she did, but after the Incident, she needed to work overtime to prevent it from happening again.

A couple of minutes later, she decided that if she were to try and learn anything new now, it would be a lost cause. She set the files on the floor next to her bed and mentally made a note not to step on them when she woke up. When she leaned over to turn her light out, she felt a rustling beside her. Owen stirred beside her.

“Hey Claire,” he propped himself up on his elbows but didn’t open his eyes.

“Hey Owen,” she responded, smiling just a little.

“Hey Claire, you’re my best friend.”

She started a little. She had never had anyone speak so fondly of her.

“Hey Claire, I love you and all, but you should really get some sleep.”

She was definitely startled. He had never told her he loved her before.

“You love me?” she asked quietly as if she didn’t believe it herself.

He opened his eyes. “Of course I love you, Claire. I thought that much was obvious.” He smiled softly back at her. She switched off the lap and leaned over to kiss his lips.

“I love you, too.” She kissed him again, and for once she let go of her fears and her ghosts.

you can hear it in the silence

you can feel it on the way home

you can see it with the lights out

you are in love, true love

so, it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, round and round

and he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

“Man, are you serious?!” Barry laughed.

“What?” Owen acted unaware, unaware that he had just been caught staring at Claire’s picture for much too long.

“You live with the girl, you don’t need to stare at her picture twenty-four-seven.”

“C’mon man, give me a break.”

“So have you told her you love her yet?” Barry teased.

“What?! How do you know that I love her- if I love her?”

“I didn’t know until you just confirmed it for me.”

“I-” Owen was speechless. He had never had anyone who could see straight through him, and yet Barry could always tell what and how he was feeling.

“It’s alright man, I like her. She’s good for you.”

you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

She looked crazy and wild standing there with the gun in her hands, the dirt on her face, and the tear in her skirt. She had been keeping up with him since the very beginning, fighting all the battles alongside him. Owen realized she was someone he was starting to trust with his life, given that she had just saved him from getting his head bitten off by a flying dinosaur.

He respected her so much, for wanting to find her nephew’s when they disappeared, and for wanting to save the whole park from the invasion of the dinosaurs. She was running wild and free alongside him; she was learning to love the dinosaurs and accept them as equals.

Not only that, but she had a better sense of what her park was all about. Owen could see that within the course of a few hours, she had grown to care more about the animals in her park and how they were feeling than customer satisfaction and numbers on a spreadsheet. She was starting to see those number as animals.

In the last few hours she had become a powerful warrior, someone strong and someone who cared enough about another person to kill for them, and that was why Owen Grady lost his mind and kissed Claire Dearing on Main Street right in the middle of a dinosaur invasion.

and why I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words .

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junker-town · 7 years

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BC’s Martin Jarmond explains what it’s actually like to be a brand new athletic director

You’d better be versatile, and I hope you aren’t attached to checking your email.

BOSTON — Martin Jarmond is learning to be comfortable in his new chair, although perhaps not literally. He’s just moved from one sofa in the corner of his office to another.

Jarmond, 37, became the youngest athletic director in the Power 5 in April. He officially started in June as the CEO of a program with 31 sports. That means he’s got decisions to make both large and small. On this day, he wasn’t sure what to wear to work: a golf shirt, or a suit and tie?

On BC’s recent staff retreat, he told people to dress casually, but he showed up in a suit. People worried about if they’d dressed right, and that’s not what he’d had in mind. That’s the impact you have when you sit in the No. 1 chair.

Jarmond was Deputy AD at Ohio State, as well as Chief Of Staff, learning from and working with Gene Smith, whom Jarmond says is the best AD in the country. Jarmond came close to two Power 5 AD jobs in the last two years, but was content in Columbus for a bit. Then at the 2017 Big Ten basketball tournament, he got a phone call.

BC is a unique outpost, squarely in the middle of perhaps the most tribal professional sports cultures in America.

Jarmond, a former college basketball player, is versed in the hottest Boston sports topic of the day.

“I like that Kyrie’s betting on himself,” Jarmond told SB Nation. “I mean, that’s a dude right there. I love when somebody bets on himself. That brotha can go, I mean we’ve seen that. So it’s like, [Boston] got the best player in the deal. I always like getting the best player in the deal.”

BC is a Jesuit Catholic school with an enrollment of just over 14,000, a far cry from the 66,000 at Ohio State. Jarmond is Southern Baptist. His wife, Jessica, was raised Catholic.

“I said, ‘Just so you know, I’m not Catholic,’” he recalled. “I’ve gone to Mass. My wife grew up that way, but we’re trying to figure it out for our daughter. That’s part of the appeal here. A lot of kids here are trying to figure it out. So I kinda fit into that because we’re trying to figure out just exactly how we want to raise her.”

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When it comes to raising money, Jarmond is adept, and two-year-old Scarlett played a part at Ohio State. Jessica picked the name because she liked it, but he didn’t exactly tell the scarlet-and-gray folks in Columbus that.

“I’d be like, ‘And my daughter’s Scarlett. I love it,’” he said. “And everyone’s like, ‘Yeah, go Bucks.’ But no, technically we just liked the name. But if you were from Ohio State asking me that, it would be a different answer.”

He won’t be able to use that line at BC, but he’ll be just fine on the donor circuit.

The school needs an infusion of passion. In the last two seasons, the Eagles’ football and men’s basketball teams have combined to win four games in ACC play.

Boston College is a private school and doesn’t have to release financial details. But a reported operating budget of $69 million in 2016 would put the program around the bottom half of the ACC.

Before getting to Ohio State in 2009, Jarmond spent seven years at Michigan State as Assistant AD for Development and Director of Regional Giving. Under his watch, the Spartan Fund set records each year. During a university-wide fundraising campaign which has now totaled nearly $1.5 billion, he helped raised $126 million for athletics. At Ohio State, he led a team that raised $120 million in three years.

“I enjoy it,” Jarmond said. “I love connecting with people. I’m very intrigued by people, and everybody’s different. I have this thing that I say in my mind, ‘Everybody has a story, and deep down they’re dying to tell it.’ And it’s on me to listen and connect, that story with what our vision, and what that passion and what that need, is.”

His age is one of the first things that gets brought up.

His skill at fundraising placed him on Sports Business Journal’s Forty under 40 list, right as he was taking the BC job.

The Eagles offered on a Monday, and he flew to California to accept the award on Tuesday. One pesky hotel fax machine and a wonky PDF system later, Jarmond was BC’s man by Thursday. A reception for the award included an announcement about his new gig.

He’d met with Smith to weigh pros and cons. In the end, BC’s new commitment to facility improvement swayed him.

“We both looked at each other, and it was a crazy moment, I’ll never forget it,” Jarmond said. “We both looked at each other and I said, ‘I think I gotta do this.’ And he said, ‘I think you do.’ And — I’m getting goosebumps — that’s that moment when I knew I was leaving the nest.”

Jarmond’s typical day starts around 5:30 a.m., because it has to.

He has two hours of me time, something he says he’s talked about with other ADs. He used to exercise five days a week.

“I have not [practiced], and I’m a big yoga person,” Jarmond said. “I did yoga twice a week when I was in Columbus. That’s the biggest challenge that I gotta correct quickly for my mind is to get back in the groove to where I do yoga at least once a week.”

There’s a studio he’s supposed to try. For now, to mellow out, he plays jazz in his office. And to stay energized, he drinks three cups of Oolong tea per day.

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“You don’t have an idea of how many people are coming at you with demands of your time and mental energy,” Jarmond said. “That’s the first thing I didn’t have an appreciation for. Wow, I just went all day, and I didn’t even think about my email because i’m boom, boom.”

He runs through the day’s schedule:

He had breakfast with both a prominent alum and a donor prospect.

He met with the academic resource staff for the first time.

He went through a feasibility study for a facilities project in the works, 90 minutes of it spent figuring out where the new building can go.

By then it was noon, and time to grab lunch, right? Well, his associate AD needed to talk over the coming ACC Network. BC needs to build out some facilities for that too, and there’s a deadline.

Another 10 minutes gone because of a student-athlete issue. There was just enough time for him to grab a 30-minute lunch.

He sat with SB Nation shortly after 1 p.m. and hadn’t checked his email yet: “I can’t even reach everybody, and I pride myself in getting back with people on email. I got a pile of letters that people have written me since I got the job, and I still haven’t written back.”

He’ll meet with the university’s CFO for the first time to understand how athletics fits into the school’s budget.

Then a meeting with HR, for some org restructuring work.

He’ll end his day with BC’s president, the Rev. William P. Leahy.

If there are more meetings at the end of the day his calendar can stretch until 8 o’clock. And this is the calm part of the calendar. Men’s and women’s soccer along with volleyball and field hockey are the only teams in season.

“Scarlett’s all over me,” he said. “Cause she doesn’t know what you did today. She just knows she hasn’t seen you since last night when you went to bed. And yeah, you try to find that time where I can put my phone down. That’s usually only like an hour. I had to make a call last night about the ACC Network. It’s a 24/7 type of deal.”

Life is just different now, but that’s what happens when you’re no longer No. 2.

He’s not delegating well enough yet, and he knows it.

“I’m getting better at it. It’s trust,” he said. “You’re used to doing things yourself and — I read this earlier this week, it’s funny you asked me that — I read something that said that your primary job as a CEO of an organization is learning how to get things done through other people.”

He could give advice to Smith on a big decision, but then go home and play with his daughter.

It hit him right before his first press conference at BC, when he met with all the coaches.

“I remember a couple people walked in the room, and we exchanged some pleasantries and then everybody was quiet just looking at me,” Jarmond said. “That was my first moment when I was like, this is me. These are my coaches now.”

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Often with a new AD, there’s a perceived mandate to clean house.

Jarmond will ask a coach realistically how they think the upcoming season will go. From there, he can set expectations. That’s different for every team.

Coming from Ohio State, Jarmond knows the importance of football. BC hasn’t won more than seven games or finished higher than third in its division since 2009. Coach Steve Addazio enters his fifth season with concerns about whether or not his offense will have a pulse. If it doesn’t, seven wins will be tough to get to.

Jarmond is giving Addazio as much of a blank slate as possible. He didn’t talk to Ohio State coach Urban Meyer about Addazio. Meyer and Addazio coached for years at Florida. Addazzio’s son, Louis, is a graduate assistant under Meyer. Jarmond didn’t want Meyer’s opinion to influence his own.

“Some of the support guys, I asked them, and they said, ‘Ahh Steve, he’s passionate,’” Jarmond said. “And he is, and I love his passion. Great passion. I’m a passionate guy, that’s one of the first thing I talk about in my press conference.”

Just in case Jarmond forgets how big his job is, he walks past a plaque dedicated to William Flynn right next to his door.

Flynn was BC’s AD from 1957 to 1990, and his name hangs in the rafters at BC’s Conte Forum. Flynn is an “institution,” per Jarmond, who sees himself as a steward.

“I could never have the legacy that he had. He did so much and so early in this institution’s career and trajectory,” Jarmond said. “I can only hope that I can make a contribution and keep this thing going in the right direction and in an upward trajectory, and that’s my goal. But it’s humbling and it’s an honor to be associated with the same chair that he sat in. It’s cool.”

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