#the way nobody took his ideals seriously until it became a problem for them
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Bro the way they handled Hobie was immaculate I was so scared but I had nothing to fear
#I LOCE HIM SO MUCH#I WAS STIMMING WHEN HE WAS ON SCREEN#I NEVER STIM IN PUBLIC BUT I COULDNT HELP IT#RAAAAHHHHH#astv spoilers#FUCK AND HE WQS SO CHILL WITH MILES IT WAS FUNNY#the way nobody took his ideals seriously until it became a problem for them#THATS HOW IT IS#IFHFIDLSLSM
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Potent
Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader
***18+ Fic***
If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.
Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood
Word Count: 3.6 k
Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!
Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.
Anywho, enjoy~
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It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.
Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.
You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.
Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.
You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.
You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.
Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.
He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.
“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.
“Omega.” The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.
“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.
“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.
“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.
“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.
Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.
As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.
Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.
The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.
The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.
After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.
When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.
“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.
“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.
“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.
“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.
“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.
“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.
As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.
These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.
You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.
This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.
“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.
“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.
“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.
The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.
“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.
“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.
“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.
You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.
“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.
“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.
“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.
“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.
“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’
After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.
He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.
A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.
They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.
Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.
About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.
You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.
You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.
“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.
“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.
“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.
“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.
“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.
“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?
“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.
“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.
“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.
His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.
“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.
“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.
“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.
“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”
“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.
“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.
“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.
You’re in for a wonderfully long night.
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Boom
Jason ‘J.D.’ Dean x Reader
Words: 1819
Part One
Summary: Preparing to run away together, J.D. and the reader hit a problem in their plan. J.D.’s father. Things take a turn and J.D. has to decide if this new feeling of love is real enough to die for.
Notes: I know I took forever to write this and I’m sorry! I’m ashamed of how much I love J.D. but here we are. Same as the first part. This has been sooooo much fun to write and I hope that you guys like it! (Again, if you’re at all uncomfortable just skip this)
Warnings: Murder (duh), sex (not smut, but definitly more than I’ve ever done before), language, same as the first part
More 80s/90s: HERE
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The backseat of your mother’s car was not ideal for this kind of celebration, but you couldn’t wait to get back to the house, so you found a spot in the forest to pull over. J.D.’s face was buried in your neck and your fingers were tangled up in his black hair. He was in a particularly good mood.
The cops fell for it. Both murders were covered up perfectly. Tommy’s was ruled a suicide and he would forever be remembered as the school pervert. Nobody was surprised by your mother’s death and it was quickly written off as an overdose. The only thing left was to pack. The two of you were getting out of this fucking little town and you were never looking back.
Pressed together like this, you knew that you didn’t give a shit what happened if it wasn’t with him. Looking into your eyes, J.D. reached a similar conclusion. You were what he wanted. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted something.
“Where do you think we’ll go?” You asked, situating yourself on top of his chest. He shrugged.
“Anywhere.”
You settled into a comfortable silence, his fingers lightly drumming on the small of your back. This was actually happening. For the first time in your life you didn’t feel trapped. You could do whatever the hell you wanted. You had gotten away with two murders for fuck’s sake. You were invincible.
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J.D. felt different. Hell, he was feeling, which was a different sensation on its own. He fell back onto his bed with a grin on his face. It wasn’t that someone had broken through the ice. It was more like he had found someone drowning underneath the frost just like him.
“Hey dad, how was your day?” His dad asked sarcastically, popping his head in the doorway. J.D. didn’t even look up and his dad didn’t stay long enough for a response. It was more of a routine than actual affection. In just a few hours, it wouldn’t matter anyway. His dad could blow himself up for all he cared. He would be long gone.
He eventually figured that he needed to start packing. He shoved his motorcycle keys in his pockets with a sigh. He’d have to sell it. The two of you would be taking your mom’s old car so you’d have somewhere to sleep, so his motorcycle would have to go.
“The things I do for love.” He snarked to himself. When he opened his drawers, he found them all empty. “What the hell?” All of them were empty, his clothes were nowhere to be found. He stepped into the hall and saw the pair of suitcases at the bottom of the stairs.
“I packed everything up for you while you were gone.” His dad walked by them, looking up the stairs at him. J.D. shrugged.
“Convenient, but why?”
“We’re finally moving out of this shit hole town. On to sunny Florida!” He had that smile on his face that he usually used to appeal to businessmen and other corrupt assholes. J.D. just laughed.
“Well isn’t that just perfect timing?” He bounded down the steps with his chaotic grin plastered on his face. “Looks like we are finally parting ways, son.” His dad faltered.
“What?”
“Goodbye, adios, adieu.” J.D. grabbed his suitcase and started back up towards his room. “Soon, I will be out of your hair forever. You can go on with your life of bombs and demolition and I will go on with my own kind of destruction.” He pat his dad on the head, ruffling his hair like a normal father would his normal son.
“Jason, you can’t just leave.” Bud’s smile strained. “We’re a team, you and I.” J.D. stopped suddenly and laughed.
“Team? Sorry dad, but the only thing we even know about each other is our love of all things explosive.”
“This is about that girl, isn’t it? The slutty one you’ve been fucking around with since we moved here.” He shook his head, chuckling deeply. “You’ll get bored with her soon enough, so don’t bother.” J.D. just smirked smugly.
“Thanks for the advice there, pops, but I think I can handle my slutty girlfriend all on my own.” He started to close his bedroom door, but his dad put his foot in the way.
“You don’t get to leave like she did, boy.”
“The fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m not making that mistake again, J.D.” A creepy, maniacal smile spread across Bud’s face. Fuck, I thought I was the only psycho in the family. “Just stay here and I’ll do what I do best.” He moved his foot and slammed the door shut. J.D. heard something scratching and scraping on the other side and quickly tried to get out.
“You locked me in here with a chair? Seriously!” He screamed through the wood. No response. “Motherfucker.” He paced back and forth plotting a very bloody demise for dear old dad when he heard the squealing of tires outside his window. “Where the hell is he going?”
Wherever it was, J.D. wasn’t going to be kept out of it. He tried kicking down the door, but that didn’t work. The only way out of the room was the window, but there was nothing to climb down and he was on the second floor. J.D. unlocked the latch and lifted up the window pane, looking out to see just how far of a drop it was. He’d live.
Without hesitation, he jumped.
“Fuck!” He shouted, pain shooting up his leg from his ankle. He fell to the ground, but was able to get himself on his feet. His foot hurt like a bitch, but he could bare it enough to walk to his motorcycle.
He was at your house in less than ten minutes, breaking every traffic rule in the book. He didn’t care, he just wanted to get out. Limping his way up the sidewalk, he found that your front door was already open.
“Time to go, Y/N. Grab your stuff and let’s get out of here!” He shouted, but the house was empty. Just the strong stench of death and booze that your mother had left behind. Mother. He remembered his dad’s comment and felt a chill. Do what he does best. “Oh shit.” He took off again, heading for his father’s next destruction sight before you became part of it.
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You spat, hitting him in the eye as he finished cuffing you to the old hospital bed frame. Bud grabbed you by the hair and slammed your head into one of the metal bars. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of crying. Instead you just glared at him through squinted eyes.
“He’s going to come get me.” You smirked, trying to get the blurriness in your version to clear. “J.D. is going to tear you apart you sick bastard.”
“You can call me all the names in the book, kid, but my son is coming with me.” He tightened the cuff so that it dug sharply into the skin of your wrist.
“When did you become the ‘world’s best dad’?” You scoffed.
“Do you know how much more lenient a judge can be when I’ve got a poor, disturbed teenage boy who depends on me for a living?”
“So he’s just a legal bargaining chip for you? How sweet.” You pulled against your restraints until the metal broke skin. Blood oozed from your wrist and Bud laughed.
“Really, Jason couldn’t have picked a better girl for the job. You’re the most disposable person in this town. No family, no friends, no one to report you missing.” He strapped the main bomb to the other end of the bed and started the timer. “And there will be nothing left of you once this does it’s job.”
“Go to hell.”
“Lady’s first.”
You stared at him, wandering if he was the last person you’d ever see. God, that’d be the real tragedy here. You looked at the timer on the bomb. Less than three minutes. Bud noticed you looking and chuckled.
“I wouldn’t get any ideas. If that one doesn’t go off, there are three more upstairs.” He pointed to the ceiling and then made the motion of it caving in with his hands.
“You’re enjoying this to a creepy level, Mr. Dean.” You snarked. If you could piss him off, maybe he wouldn’t get out in time. At least then you’d take him out with you. “What, does blowing up 18-year-old girls get you off or something? Is that why your wife killed herself?” He tensed and balled his hand into a fist.
“You think you’re really cute, don’t you, you little bitch?”
“No, but your son does.” You smiled sarcastically. Bud just rolled his eyes and turned to leave, meeting the barrel of a gun.
“Hey there, son.” J.D. growled. Bud held up his hands.
“Jason, I can-” The gunshot ripped through the small space, making your ears ring. As his dad’s body slumped to the floor, J.D. shrugged.
“Sorry, tiger, I’m not in the mood for a monologue.” He knelt in front of you, eyes darting to the timer on the other side.
“Jason Dean, knight in shining black trenchcoat.” You laughed, pulling again at the handcuffs. He moved over to his dad’s body, searching his pockets but coming back empty handed.
“Shit.” He muttered under his breath.
“What is it?”
“No key.” J.D. ran his fingers through his hair, switching his attention to disabling the bomb. Your face fell as the realization hit you.
“It’s no use. There are more upstairs that are going to go off even if this one doesn’t.” You slumped against the bed frame. His greenish gold eyes looked back at you and for a second you though you saw a hint of panic. You really did love him. “You should go.”
“What?”
“Get out of here, J.D. You don’t have much time.” You tried to keep calm, but your body was betraying you. Your arms were shaking and your face felt hot. You weren’t scared to die, but you were scared to die alone.
“You really think I’m just going to leave you here?” J.D. shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed frame. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re stuck with me now. Afterlife and all.”
“J.D…” You sighed. He silenced you with a hungry kiss.
“What did I say after we killed that douchebag ex of yours?” He pulled you closer, snaking an arm around your back. Your lips pulled up into a smile.
“Our love is God.”
“Our love is God.” He repeated, his eyes sparkling. This time, you pulled him in for the kiss and you stayed pressed together until-
Boom.
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“Loose Ends” an Astra: Lost In Space One-Shot by matt0044
Each parent sat down at the Caird High School Meeting Room table wearing a solemn yet firm facade. Between Sofie Lacroix and Emma Spring, it was prime to keep up appearances for the sake of silently mourning for their "children." The reality was that they couldn't believe that they had gotten away with disposing of their clones. Whatever somberness that appeared on their faces was more of disappointment. All of those long years and effort creating a new life. Trashed.
"As much as we might've hoped for the best," Emma Spring heard Marco Esposito expound, "it's time that we stopped delaying the inevitable." She clenched the form handed out to her with a solemn expression, hoping not to give away her true grief. "Once you sign these forms, the Adjudication of Disappearance will be set in stone for our children and make them legally dead." Her mind drifted back to Seria and the promise that she made. The promise she failed to keep.
"What a shame," Jed Walker sighed with his usual straight-forward tone, signing his form. "I had such hopes for my boy." He eyed Olive Raffaeli next to him, speaking in vague enough term. "Speak for yourself," she replied indignantly yet quietly, signing off her own paper. "Quitterie was just barely scraping by academically." The nurse put her paper out onto the center where it'd be collected, trying to ignore Mister Walker. "The transfer would've been far too obvious."
Rei Hoshijima scoffed at the bickering old couple to his left. "Then you should've kept a better look at her personal life," he claimed, signing his paper. "Wei Lu was smart enough to keep her's as an unknown nobody." He eyed the famous singer just across from him next to Emma. "And you put Kanata through the wringer from what I heard," Gert Zweig remarked next to him. "Not that I fault you for trying to play catch up but you might've risked drawing attention to us."
Just as Gert signed off on his form, he felt his phone beginning to vibrate... along with everybody else's eerily enough. On top of that, they all could've sworn they had switched the devices off. After sharing a glance of confusion between each other, each adult in the room pulled out their smartphones and found an totally unknown caller on their FaceTime. They glanced at each other's phones to find the same screen showing just the same. Soon enough, they all answered.
"Did you miss us?" Kanata Hoshijima quipped with a cocky rise of his eyebrow upon appear on each screen. A wave of confusion washed all over the adults simultaneously followed by a bigger wave of dread in tandem. All except for Emma and Sofie who were just plain confused. "Seriously?" a young male voice chimed in with a deadpan tone similar to Jed's. "That's your opening line?" The adult in question's formal facade shattered upon recognizing his son. "Zack?!"
Kanata rolled his eyes at his first mate's backchat. "I know it's cliche but it was right there," he retorted defensively. "S-son?" Rei managed to speak out. "You're alive?" Kanata turned back to their screen with a cheeky grin. "Quite the plot twist, huh?" his clone replied with a devil-may-care attitude. "One minute we were on our way to camp, the next we're on a space voyage back to Astra." Rei shared his confused dread with his fellow conspirators before Jed spoke up.
"What do you mean by... 'space voyage'?" Jed Walker inquired, sounding fascinated in spite of his fear. Sure enough, Zack's face switched out with Kanata on their screens. "Without getting into the details, a wormhole on Mcpa sent us approximately 5,000 light years into space," he spoke in his usual matter-of-fact manner. "Thankfully, there was an abandoned vessel nearby that provided a viable route back." He adjusted his glasses. "Quite the coincidence if you ask me."
Olive did her best to keep some semblance of composure. "Yes... whatever were the odds?" she glanced ever so slightly towards Jed with a glare in her eyes. They had been told of the true home-world of humanity by the Vixian Archives in their efforts to bury any leads. They knew that not all ships had cleared orbit before the meteor struck Earth. What they didn't know that one was apparently still operational. Nor that their clones would actually survive to use one period.
Jed could see the look in Olive's eyes. In fact, he felt everyone else in on the plan glaring at him, as if silently demanding to know what their plan B is. Problem was that there was never a plan be. Charce was suppose to have done he and his fellow clones in when he had the chance. Even with their Crust Suits activated, their oxygen was finite for it to just delay the inevitable. However, he gave them a reassuring glance to promise that they would adapt to this in time.
"Where's everybody else?" Emma desperately spoke up to break the silence. "Please tell me that Aeris made it." Zack genuinely smiled at her than he had before. "I can assure you that we all made it through, Ms. Spring." Both Emma and Sofie were the only ones to let out a sigh of relief. "They're all packing up their stuff for when we touch down on Astra." Neither woman had ever felt more relieved in the last year than they had now. "We're checking communications."
Marco Esposito finally spoke up after composing himself like the politician he was. "Well, I'm certain that I speak for everybody here when I say that this is nothing short of miraculous," he proclaimed with a proud smile hiding his own dread. "If I may suggest, I can personally call the Space Port to fly you in." The unscrupulous man shared his fake expression with everybody else as if to reassure his co-conspirators of a way out. "Just let us know when you're landing."
Each adult began to see where Marco was going with this as they gulped hopefully. If he could tip off the military as to a threat up in orbit, they could mistake the ship for a unidentified flying object. The destruction of the ship would incinerate each and everybody on board without even a trace of their DNA. None of the kids would suspect a thing until it was far too late. With any further luck, nobody would know that their children had actually commandeered a space-ship.
"Oh, we'll land this crate when we're good and ready," Kanata answered as the screens switched back to him. "Specifically once you're behind bars." A sudden chill came over the adults as their facades fully crumbled like cookies in milk before Zack appeared on Jed's phone primarily. "Between illegal genetic cloning as well as attempted premeditated murder of nine minors, I imagine you each face a life sentence." For the first time, his father's face displayed unmitigated horror.
"This... can't be..." Emma began to speak up, starting to put the pieces together. She looked around the room at the adult around her and found their expressions to match her distress but with a dash of pure dread. "You were all part of the king's plan?" the former servant exclaimed. Her mind soon realized how much of a family resemblance there was among the others and their children. The reactions of astonishment sent her way all but confirmed her revelation.
"Charce filled us in on the details but we managed to do most of the deduction ourselves," Aires spoke softly as her face appeared on Emma's phone. "I even have it all jotted down in my extensive diary." Just the sight of her little girl before her brought the former servant to tears. "We've been told about Princess Seria and the risks you took just for her clone." It was a relief to know that her highness didn't leave this world in vain that she didn't bother to wipe her face.
"Just what sort of prank are you trying to pull?" Olive declared at Zack, slamming her fist on the table. "Where did this 'cloning' come from?" As if on cue, Quitterie's scowl flash upon her phone specifically. "Zack analyzed my DNA along with Funicia and found an exact match," she declared with barely restrained anger. "We even lucked out with Yun-Hua and Ulgar to prove it beyond doubt." Her original found herself actually intimidated by her daughter, unable to speak.
"This was what Finn died for, wasn't it?" Ulgar spitefully spoke upon appearing on Gert's phone, his fury on full display. "He blew the lid clean off of your little scheme through Esposito and had to 'commit suicide' all just to save your own skins." The vice principal felt his palms perspire and his breath becoming sparse as his clone dressed him down thoroughly. "Your own son was a small enough price to pay for your sick attempt at immortality." His phone slipped from his grip.
"This isn't happening," Macro Esposito stammered, still in denial. "Charce should've finished you off, ship or no ship!" Sofie finally found her voice upon hearing her adoptive son's voice. "He was in on this too?!" she exclaimed, still wrapping her head around all of this before his face appeared on her phone. "As King Vix's vessel, I was aware of what I was," he began with a solemn look in his eye, "and what I was tasked with." His adoptive mother once again had no words.
"Thankfully, the power of friendship prevailed and helped him see the light," Luca cut in almost too casual, flashing upon his father's phone. "Some cheesy melodrama like that." His adoptive father was bewildered by how casual he was being about it, shrugging it off. "You had to be there." Said bewilderment morphed almost seamlessly into a panicked fit. "That's impossible," he stammered. "This is impossible." His breath became shortened. "You are impossible."
Yun-Hua Lu appeared on Wei Lu's phone, the celebrity only surprised by her daughter's makeover. "We felt the same when we put it all together," she began somberly, visibly restraining her true emotions. "Few of your were ever ideal parents but we had hope." Yun-Hua darted her eyes around in discomfort, barely able to stand looking at her original. "Hope that... you'd miss us and make amends as our family," she tried continued, "but you weren't even that, were you?"
A loud slam on the table made everybody jump before they turned straight at a livid Olive. "Of course we weren't," she viciously torn into them, staring directly at Quitterie with the utmost contempt. "You're all clones, doubles, knock-offs." All of her bottled up frustration just gusted out like an endless geyser. "Your job was being our second chance at life until that DNA Collection Process law." A concerned Jed tried to put his hand on her shoulder only for her to swat him away.
"That is all you are!" Olive pressed on, emphasizing every word with her anger. "That is all you will ever be!" She turned her head all around to address the entire crew of the Astra. "Nothing more than glorified meat suits to slip into once we were all past our prime!" A near lifetime of aggravation was finally being unloaded the more she spoke. "So go ahead and call the cops on us because it won't change who you are: a collection of cells fashioned into pale imitations!"
A long moment of stunned silence over Olive's tirade followed both in the room and among their clones while she finally relaxed into their chair. None of the originals dared to dispute her but hardly expected such frustration to boil over. "Better a knock-off than the real thing, toots!" a foul-mouthed male voice spoke up as a pouty Funicia appeared on her mother's phone, her Beego puppet doing the talking. "Coming from you, 'pale imitation' is a real compliment in my book."
The originals were all surprised when a pale faced woman appeared on their phones in place of their children. "These children are far more than just duplicates for your schemes," she spoke in a deep yet almost alien accent. "They went out of their way to save my life and are far more selfless than you'd even hope to be." After sharing his confusion with the others, Jed was the first to speak up in fascination. "And just who might you be?" he asked, sounding almost too calm.
"Paulina Levinskaya," she declared with a strong look in her eye, "the last true Earthling."
While the term itself left most confused, Macro did his best to compose himself by wiping his sweaty brow. "Now let's all be reasonable here," he said in an attempt to mask his crushing fear. "There's no need to do or say anything we might regret when a compromise is possible." He looked across at his fellow co-conspirators for any sign of support amongst their mix emotions. "Wow, a politician trying to bribe his way out of trouble," Luca snarked, "big friggin' surprise."
A slammed fist on the table got all eyes on an angered Emma Spring. "How can you suggest such a thing?" she demanded with sudden surge of emotion not unlike Olive's. "You all tried to dispose of your own children when they were too inconvenient for you." Her regal dialect was beginning to show in her choice of words. "You think you can just buy their silence?" Sofie chimed in with her own indignant scowl. "The minute they land, their DNA will be processed in any case."
Jed Walker smirked ever so slightly. "Not unless we were to report them as alien threats," he suggested with a scheming look in his eyes. "I'm sure Mr. Esposito has the connections to trigger a Def-Con Two if we're lucky." Emma shot him a look of disgust. "Have you all no shame?" she demanded rhetorically. "Those are your children." Jed shot back a look of confidence. "Children who've become 'too inconvenient' as you eloquently put it earlier," he smarmily quipped back at her.
"Destruction or leaving well enough alone," Marco Esposito spoke back with Jed's brand of confidence to Luca along with the rest of the crew. "Sounds like a stalemate if I've ever heard one." He could see the beads of sweat going down his adoptive son's head. "So what do you say?" the pitiful politician proclaimed to the Astra crew as a whole. "Do we have a deal or do we have a deal?" The room remained silent for a few seconds as the originals felt a touch more hopeful.
"Perhaps we should ask the good detective what he thinks first?" Kanata suggested with a sly smile, appearing on everyone's phone once more.
Right on cue, the meeting room's door flung open to unleash multiple police officers like water bursting from a dam. The originals barely had time to react even as they surrounded the table itself and allowed a smartly dressed man in a trench coat stroll in. "With the exceptions of Emma Spring and Sofie Lacroix," Detective Grace declared, pushing up his glasses, "every single one of you are under-arrest for illegal genetic science in conjunction with an attempt at filicide."
The full gravity of the adults' consequences came crashing down upon them like boulders as they realized that they'd been strung along. "The police'd found our story a bit hard to swallow without a vocal confession," Zack explained in his usual matter-of-fact manner. "So I hacked into your phones to meet their requirements." They all looked at their phones to find Jed's clone on all of their screen. "Not too bad for computers well past their sell-by date if you ask me."
Kanata appeared on each screen once more with a mean look in his eye. "However, more than anything, we wanted to let you know just how much your screwed up," he declared, dropping his dopey demeanor. "A way to break all ties before starting our new lives." Rei could tell that his clone was looking more intently at himself. "You might've created us," the young captain began, his tone rising, "but you will ever never be us." Ever phone turned off one second later.
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Tales From The United/Not-so-United/Vaguely United Nations/States Southwestern Frontier ~ Origins
Transcript of Duncan Cariode’s Research Paper and Oral Recitement for the Averlante Bard Institute
Classroom Eyestone #9901
There’s a great many molds of men out there. You see, first came the original mold that wasn’t much of a mold at all, the gods. They came from nothing hitting nothing and bleeding all over the place, and they came in any form they damn well pleased. So. the gods all got along real well, until Mind came along. It took a form similar to that of a parasite cause it was born too weak to live by itself. It clung to as many gods as possible, spreading itself across the cosmosphere. All the sudden, most of the gods found a self. It had infected them with sentience by being in their presence, and they went from blobs no smarter than rocks to people.
Mind got along real well with a whole bunch of folks. It was real swell, helping everyone it could. It gave the gods purpose. Many gods didn’t really like having Mind over, but Mind understood. After all, with all the pleasure it brought, it also brought pain. Stone and Metal in particular preferred to be alone, and because of that, found a nice peaceful life together spread apart the universe. Another quaint couple was Water and Water. It was quite the narcissist. It often broke up, but it always got back together.
The coziest of couples were Mind and Reality. Reality hated Mind at first, but grew to love them eventually. Reality thought of Mind like a drunkard views whiskey. Reality was often brought down by itself, and speaking to someone who had such lofty ideals was as if it, just for a moment, was really like that. Mind and Reality had such a deep bond that they made the first child, Magic. Magic only followed it’s own rules, and it loved making friends. Magic made friends with even the most ornery of gods, and it changed them all for the better.
The only one Magic had yet to change was Death. Death hated itself with a passion. It ruined everything it touched. It tried making friends with anyone who would take it, but alas, Death was far too awkward to hold a conversation. It always unnerved Water, making it change shapes anxiously, a feature common among gods. Stone and Sand were lonesome folk, so whilst trying to befriend them, Death had taken up a quieter, more peaceful visage. However, Stone and Metal didn’t buy it and told it that they weren’t really looking to expand their social circle. Frustrated with itself, Death had taken to brooding in the corner of the universe.
Magic approached Death in the corner of the infinite expanse with a lively skip. By this time, most of the sentient gods had started taking humanoid forms, and Magic bore lanky, feminine proportions with hip-length, immensely curly, sunset-colored hair. Despite its feminine appearance, however, Magic was larger than all of the other gods, towering over both of it’s parents. As it skipped merrily, Magic shook the cosmosphere. With every bound Magic made, Death became more anxious, or at least it did initially. After watching Magic bounce toward it for a while, it started to smile. Magic eventually ended it’s trot with a pirouette, and then spun clockwise towards the ground, ending up in a cross-legged sitting position in the space in front of Death.
“Hi,” Magic said, as it rocked it’s head violently whilst staring gleefully at Death. “What is it? Come to finish me off? No need. There’s not much worse than this.” Death’s white, translucent, viscous form uttered. “No. Not at all. What is it that you want? Why are you so... sad?” inquired Magic with a solemnity previously unseen by Death.
“I don’t know. I just... want to be part of something. It might sound silly, but I want everyone to like me. I just want everyone to give me a chance.”
“And you really want this? More than anything?”
“More than the ooze that composes me. More than there are stars in the cosmosphere”
Magic pulled out a strand of it’s orange hair. “Here. And, small tip, maybe don’t talk in so creepily.” Magic said as it handed the strand to Death. That strand was a piece of Magic’s will. The first spell. For some reason or another, Magic was the first to discover the ability to make spells. Willpower, words, and feeling were given gravity and power. A part of oneself forcing others, at least for a moment, to take it seriously. Death had gained an uncanny ability that it had not realized until after The Great Pissing Contest.
The Great Pissing Contest, for those who aren’t in the know, was when all of us smaller beings were made. You see after Magic gave Death a strand of hair, a whole slew of gods wanted in. They didn’t know that they too had it’s abilities, and a relentless war for Magic’s attention ensued. Quite a few gods that didn’t become as iconic as Death, Magic, Stone, and Metal started having children in the hopes that their children would have such strength as well. Entire factions formed whilst trying to harvest the power of their descendants. They even invented the concept of money, just to facilitate the trade and harvest of children. Essentially, entire wars were fought to obtain powers that they already had. Several hundred gods died, and Magic found itself being held captive often.
Magic had been held in multiple different prisons, subconsciously made real by their desire to contain it. They had walls of greed and a deep lust for power whose urges moaned throughout the premises. Magic always managed to escape, with each prison having a deep flaw in the design. They were unconsciously made, and because of this, the prisons were made as poorly as, well, anything you might make without thinking about it. Eventually, Magic disappeared. Fortunately, before they could find Magic again, they had found bigger problems for themselves in the shapes of other gods. The Least Meaningful War had been started. Gods had begun killing gods with no abandon. At first, there was a reason. Most of the gods had a purpose and reason to gain this power. However, after eons, reasons waned. Warring had become the only way of life they knew. The only gods that hadn’t participated in this war were what we now call the Prime Gods, Reality, Mind, Metal, Stone, Death, and Magic as well as a few others.
Eventually, the vying for power got so destructive that a truce had to be made. More than half of the gods’ number had been killed in the capture of magic. Those who lived were more often worse for wear. They were subjugated, forced to make children, or at least attempt to, as that was the only lead they had as to how they could obtain Magic’s power. The kindness that Magic once saw in each of the non-Prime gods was diminished. They were phantoms of people. Humanity and humility were traded for dimes on the dollar. Mind called a meeting in what would eventually be the little speck of dirt called Earth, and as it had infected almost everyone with sentience by this point, they all agreed to at least hear Mind out. A sudden realization had dawned on all of the gods as they stood on the manifestation of Metal and Stone. As they listened to Mind, a deep self-hatred grew in many of them. They knew the horror of their crimes, and a vast majority of them weren’t prepared to deal with that. It didn’t take Mind telling them that the war was pointless to get them to stop. All it took was a moment of silence. Nobody even listened to Mind’s speech to the point where nobody even knows what Mind said to this day. They just stood around ashamed. It also helps that it suddenly dawned on them that they already had said powers when they saw Metal and Stone, guided by Magic, shape the planet they stood on before their eyes.
While relations between the gods worsened, there weren’t any more wars or slaves or needless children being made. Luckily, few ever figured out how to make children, and despite it’s length, the war wasn’t long enough for children to be harvested or even born. They would grow up in a mostly normal way, much like how Magic grew up. Having been severely traumatized beforehand by war, most gods relegated their expressions of disdain to small pranks and words, and the biggest prank war of all was The Great Pissing Contest.
It all started when Thylat, decided to make a series of people, just like they did before with animals and plants. It saw the planet that Stone and Metal had made and decided to do something similar. It studied the work of Stone intensely, taking mental notes as to how they could make it as diverse and interesting as the Earth. Water, the only Prime God to really take interest in the relations of others, saw them and, like always, had to give it’s thoughts. Water had involved itself so deeply with this little project that the critter couldn’t live without it. Thylat didn’t even mind none, as, despite Water’s pretentious attitude, it actually had some good ideas. Together, they made Wildlings, a species of short, skinny, people with colors of hair much like Water’s rainbows, and pointy little ears and noses. Meant to just be a neat little side project, soon everyone had to outdo Thylat, as ever since they made fools of themselves in the war, many of the gods had been desperate to prove their worth. Aposet made Giants (self-explanatory) and was showered with praise for it’s “creativity”. Kypnessi made Jiragige, a race of people with crystals embedded in their skin and skin that came in the colors of different types of stone. While Thylat liked some of the designs, it knew what they were doing, and they’d done it every time it’d make anything. They’d done it with plants and animals, and sure as shootin’ they were ‘bout to do it with people as well.
Needless to say, Thylat was made the punching bag of the cosmosphere despite being the sweetest god there ever was, except maybe Magic. Most gods made Wildlings but slightly different and slightly better just to stir up Thylat,but it was just light teasing. Enoucco, however, was a no-count rascal. You see, during the war, Enoucco was the one who started it all, and that embarrassment stuck. Enoucco made Humans, a race that wasn’t inherently bad. They had a few key differences like smaller, rounded ears and smaller genitals, but the way Enoucco made them was sly. Nobody knew how bad they’d get until they got bad, as Enoucco gave them subtle little differences to make them more akin to violence. The biggest change was their sexes. He made the males slightly bigger, and the females slightly smaller and with larger breasts. Pair that with outright telling them to be violent, and you’ve got a warring race if I ever did see one. They took as much as they could, and not much could stop them, as none of the other races even thought of fighting before humans came. Unable to watch them suffer any longer, Magic went down on Earth and tried to sort it out. However, Enoucco prepared for this, and the humans tried to run Magic out. For one, the female humans were designed in Magic’s image, and they were taught and conditioned to basically enslave their women. And two, they immensely distrusted outsiders, as Enoucco had a crafty little religion made to keep them in line.
Magic, realizing that not much could be done on the human end, planted a strand of it’s hair in the ground, and only told the other races how to use it. They fought tooth and nail with their newfound powers and retook a lot of land. However, the damage was done, and despite the halting of the human race’s genocides, they had still spread their culture in such a way that couldn’t be repaired by one person alone, to the point where even many Wildling nations adopted a patriarchal institution. Well folks, you’ve been a good audience. I do thank you, Miss Everland, for this research paper has been most enlightening. [Duncan turns in his written paper as well as his sources. After a brief silence in the room, Everland grabs Duncan by the hand and leads him into the hallway. Muffled screaming can be heard from her, and she returns, slamming the door on him.]
[END OF TRANSCRIPT. FOR USE BY THE AVERLANTE BARD INSTITUTE DISCIPLINARY ACTION BOARD]
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My chronic illness, how it started.
*Can you guys please reblog and/or tag Taylor?? I really want her to read
this. I want this to get to her and I'll take any help I can get. I rarely ask this but it'd mean to world to me. I wanna get my story
out there (even if this is only a part of the entire story. The rest I
might post sometime if you guys want me too. I think I did include
everything I wanted to for now though). Just thank you all so much!!! I
love you all ❤*
(Im really sorry about how long this is. Its like a little novel. Plus I'm
OCD and tend to talk/rant until it feels just right... I just wanted to
share it with all of you, since its something I would've shared on TSL,
even though it'd probably be too long for there... But I wanted to share it
here because most of those swifties can be found on tumblr, and I want you
all to hear this... Maybe it'll even get to Taylor too. But please read if
you can. It'd mean a lot to me. Also I tried writing this but then it got
deleted when I tried posting it, so hopefully this one posts (I ended up trying to post this ALL DAY. I'm so glad it's finally up).)
Hey Swifties! So, I thought I would post this because its something I'd
post on TSL if it was still around, as I shared pretty much my whole life
on there, and I always found swifties very easy to talk to (plus you're all
just the nicest people)! So, I wanted to share this on here since most
swifties can be found on tumblr. I'm sure i talked a little bit about this
on tsl (my user was stateofgrace1303, same as on here and ig) but I wanted
to tell you guys more, especially because its getting so much more intense
now and like I said I've always found swifties very easy to talk to you.
Basically, when I was 12, my dad took me to see the RED tour at Gillette
Stadium. We had gone to see the Speak Now tour there and I had been
completely wonderstruck (no pun intended) by Taylor that night. I was 10 at
the speak now tour and had idolized Taylor since I was 6 and she put out
TOMG (and I was known as the Taylor Swift girl by now at my school). So
even though I was 10 I asked my dad, if I save up the money will you take
me to see her when she comes again? And he said yes. About 2 weeks before
the show, I had saved up enough. He didn't think i could do it, but I did.
So, I got tickets and we went to the tour. But when I was walking towards
the stadium (we had parked in a lot right down the street), my vision
became weird, almost like tunnel vision although nothing was turning black
around the edges of my vision. My feet looked very far away from me.
Suddenly, a rush of dizziness came over me and instinctively i grabbed onto
my dads arm to keep from falling down. He asked if I was okay and I could
barely get out words for some reason. I was starting to sweat and we
thought maybe i was dehydrated, so we got into the stadium as quickly as
possible. I was gripping onto everything around me to keep from falling,
but eventually we got into the stadium and I got some water. We had seats
on the field, so that's where I was, drinking some water when suddenly I
was pretty sure I was going to throw up. It was starting to get super
uncomfortable so my dad brought my to the first aid, which was actually
right at the enterance on the field. So when we went in there my dad told
them what was going on and they all looked at me weird and said "people
never get sick. We usually treat bee stings and allergic reactions. We
almost never have people get sick" which actually surprised me. But, they
took me back and laid me down. Almost immediately I started puking. The
nurse I had actually had just had a baby and had some anti nausea
medication on her. So, she gave me that but it didn't work. And I just got
worse. My dad went to find me something to eat so I'd have something in my
stomach. He came back with some chips and iced/frozen lemonade but I threw
up every time. I was so dizzy at this point I was gripping onto the bed
they had me on and puking my guts out, as well as sweating a lot. After a
while, as it only got worse, they actually thought I might have had food
posioning and asked what I ate. But there they noticed something. I was
completely white. Like white as a ghost. Except for my lips, which were
turning blue. And I was struggling to breathe. They wanted to take me to
Boston Childrens and my dad asked if I wanted to, but it was Taylor. I
couldn't miss it. So I said no for that reason. But actually, everyone at
the stadium was trying to get me tickets for the show the next night as she
was playing two nights. Security guards, the nurses, my dads girlfriend...
But nobody could get tickets in the end which was okay. But later my dad
went and for a list of everybody's set times. I had been in first aid for
about an hour at this point. He came back with the list and said "I promise
I will not let you miss them" he said and pointed to Ed Sheerans name, then
Taylor, since I was a huge Ed fan as well. He knew I probably wouldn't be
able to stay, but even seeing them for a minute would've been perfect to
me. Another hour had passed, and I was still there in the same condition.
It was terrifying, and they were really pushing me to go to the hospital
(they wanted to call an ambulance because they actually thought something
very bad might happen if they didn't). But I keep pushing that off because
I wanted to see Taylor and Ed so badly. But, 2 hours I had been there in
the same condition, puking up everything, completely white with blue lips,
struggling to breathe, so dizzy I couldn't even sit up. It was starting to
get painful honestly. So, I suddenly just burst out crying. I was just a 12
year old who wanted to see my idol, and I got this... This weird sickness,
and got stuck in first aid. In so much pain. I didn't even really
understand what was happening. I had always been a sick kid. Always getting
colds and infections. In fact, I almost died as a baby from a problem with
my kidneys, and had become septic. Its a miracle I lived. But I had never
experienced anything like this... And to experience it when I was just
trying to see my idol? When it was only my second concert ever? It crushed
me tbh. My dad asked what was wrong and I finally said the words I had been
avoiding all night... "I wanna go home" (which was actually his
girlfriend's house who lived in Boston... I'm from Maine). And he said
"okay". That was all he needed and he left, walking back towards where we
left the car. However, around 7:30ish the traffic in this area is really
weird I cant even explain it. But traffic can only go one way, instead of
both ways like normal.. So he couldn't get a ride back to the car and had
to walk, and then drive the car in traffic all the way to the stadium to
pick me up. So i had to wait a while, and while I did I heard clapping and
then a British voice say "hello Boston" and he started playing give me
love. I listened to him play and i only cried more because I was so
frustrated I couldn't go out there to see him. About half way through the
set, my dad showed up. They let him park in a no parking zone to come and
get me so he was right next to the enterance to the field. They were going
to put me in a wheelchair, but instead my dad came and helped me up. He was
holding me up straight and almost dragged me out of the first aid station,
into the stadium. I remember this part so well. The air hit me, I heard
Ed's voice clearly and saw him on stage, and suddenly, I let go of my dad,
and I was able to stand on my own... And I was fine. It was like a miracle.
I yelled to my dad over the music "is it too late to stay?" And he screamed
back "what??? After all that you wanna stay???" And I said yes, so, we
stayed. He went to go move the car (the girl was so nice who did the
parking, he told her the story, and he just needs to park the car and het
back in the stadium, how much would it cost. And the girl said park
wherever you want no charge. I thought that was seriously the sweetest
thing.) Sooo he did that, and since I was only 12 in a huge stadium, one of
the cops that was patroling the place stayed with me and asked me all kinds
of questions about Ed Sheeran, especially about the A-Team, when he played
it. He said "this isn't his song right?? Is this a cover?? I know this
song." And I told him it wad and told him all about it. It was the ideal
conversation for 12 year old me 😂 Anyway, my dad came back, we got to our
seats, and I actually met Andrea for a very brief moment! And before I knew
it, Taylor was playing. And I had made it through the entire show. I woke
up the next morning, still feeling a little sick but actually felt better
after eating, so I thought the worst was over. But, I was wrong... I didn't
know that one night would become my life... And god I wish I had gone to
the hospital... Maybe I would be okay now if I had... But anyway... A month
later (in August), it happened at my friends end of summer party. Then a
month later (in September), while I was at school... Each time worse than
the time before. Everyone had been informed I was having issues, but nobody
had seen anything happen yet. I seemed like myself. Then one day, I was on
my way to lunch with my friends, and I collapsed in the hallway... Same
thing happening. All my friends freaked out and 2 stayed with me while the
rest went to get the nurse. She actually thought I was dying, and honestly
I could've. She called my mom and said she wasn't sure if she should call
my mom or an ambulance. Then my mom came and got me and immedaitly took me
to my doctor (because she said next time it happens to come in so they
could monitor me). I was monitored and fell asleep, then 4 hours later i
woke up like nothing happened. After that i was pulled out of school and
constantly at the doctor. And I just got sicker and sicker... Which was
later diagnosed as... "Anxiety". By an unqualified doctor. He was a thyroid
doctor and diagnosed me with that?? As time went on, I got incredibly sick
to the point I can't even move. I have become completely disabled and lose
control of my body a lot. It's like my brain is disconnected from my body.
And I get this weird feeling im falling off a cliff and I cant feel my arms
and when that happens, I cant move at all. I cant even express how bad it
can get, how scary and painful it is. I'm a lot sicker than most people
think I am... I spend most days in bed, actually unable to move. I find
ways to keep my spirits up, luckily. Mostly its listening to Taylor and
watching friends but yeah 😂 I have days where I can't even sit up I'm so
dizzy and weak and it hurts so much. Its also terrifying when you don't
have full control over your own body. Absoultely terrifying. Although I
have okay days where I can stand up and function for a little bit, most
days lately have been like this... Bad and living from my bed due to
weakness and dizziness (extreme dizziness honestly). I have days where its
even a struggle to breathe, the most simple thing in the world. It gets
depressing at times... When you spend all ur time in bed or a wheelchair it
really can vet discouraging... But I'm still fighting. And I'm so happy I
am. And like I said, Taylor always lifts me up. Even on my worst, most
disabled and bed ridden days. Oh, that reminds me... I also have seizures
now, sadly. But I hadn't had what happened that night at the RED tour in a
while though... Until one night last year... While I was seeing Ed Sheeran
in Gillette Stadium 😂 Maybe its him?? I dont know 😂 Anyway, I spend most
days in bed, and I do online schooling now. I've seen Taylor twice since
then. For 1989 and for reputation. With 1989 I needed a lot of help but I
got through it. Reputation, it had gotten so bad I needed a wheelchair and
I still do whenever I go out, really. I dont have full control over my body
and I'm too weak and just very sick. I'm really hoping to go to lover fest
but if i do will need a wheelchair and even then I'll probably still feel
sick... But Taylors worth it ❤ Hopefully can get ada seating like with rep.
Wanted to keep this last part short but I think I failed 😂 Mainly wanted
to focus on the red tour. My health story is so incredibly long, I couldn't
say it all (maybe I will later). However, for now, I will tell you this, I
was diagnosed with a thyroid disease, migraines, and seizures. Then it was
discovered that all of this... Was advanced Lyme Disease... And it created
something called Dysautonomia (basically a disfunction of the autonomic
nervous system, which most people don't even realize they have, or how
important it is, until it makes you sick and either nearly kills or
cripples you... Depending on the kind though.) Also known as POTS, or
Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (there are actually 15 kids of
dysautonomia, that being one of them, I might possibly have more than one
kinda, were not sure yet. But its basically half cardiology half
neurology). And there's no cure... I could be this way, this disabled and
sick for a while... But there are treatments that might work luckily!!!
Since there are no Dysautonomia clinics in Maine, I either have to go to
New York, Baltimore, Cleveland, or Minneapolis. So looks like im taking a
trip! Sadly to a hospital, but still 😊 I honestly don't know how we'll pay
for it, but I need it, or I will spend my life like this. So I'm sure we'll
find a way... Like I always seem to do in life, no matter what 😊❤ Oh, and
funny thing is, I have something called PANS as well... So I have Pots and
Pans 😂😂😂 Anyway, I just wanted to share this with you guys because like
I said you guys are always so great and Taylor is my favorite artist so I
wanted to share it with the people who understand my love for her. I've
been a huge fan of her for 13 years (I'm 18, 19 next month, now). Theres
something about her... She's always helped me but especially now. She makes
me so happy and feel so safe during this time... Im fact, the only time i
smile like i did when I was younger,before all of this, is when I listen to
Taylor. I even have a Long Live tattoo on my wrist because I felt it
represented my love for her the most, and what we've made as a fandom, the
magic we've created. Plus, it reminds me that I'm fighting my battle (this
"dragon") with Taylor and her music on my side, as well as all of you. And
it makes me smile. I can't wait to get more Taylor tattoos... Honestly,
after all of this and the other health issues I faced as a baby and a
child, I can't believe I'm still here, that I'm still living... Especially
because since I've always been so sick with so many different illnesses and
health issues to the point I'm disabled, my immune system is so weak. I
truly cannot believe I'm still here. But... I guess my body just isn't
ready to give up. It hasn't yet at least!!! And it doesn't want to. It
won't. I'm strong. Me, and my body, want to fight until the very end. And
I'm grateful for that. So grateful that I am still alive, and still
fighting every day of my life. It might be hard, and I can't function or do
really anything but lay in bed and watch tv most days, but I'm just so
thankful that I'm still alive, that it's okay I have to be at the doctors
so much and have to take all these meds (I do anything at this point that
can help me even the slighest). And no matter what life throws at my
health, my body always fights it and gets right back up. I fall down 10
times, I stand up 11. And I could not have the courage and strength to do
this if it wasn't for my idol, Taylor Swift. I've been a fan of Taylor for
13 years (I'm 18 now, 19 next month) so her and her music have helped me
through every problem I have ever faced, and this is no different. She has
a song for everything, so I can always find something to listen to that
makes me feel like she understands and she's telling me it'll be okay...
And ever since LOVER came out, I've been listening to soon you'll get
better on days its really bad, and my girlfriend sends me that song on bad
days too... It makes me feel safe. And like I can fight this. Thank you,
Taylor. I will never be able to repay you. I may struggle with this every
single day im here on earth, but with your music and the support I feel
from the swiftie fam, I know I'll get through it. Anyway... I guess I
should end this here. Again, sorry this is so long but if you read this
thank you so much for taking the time to!! If you made it to this point,
I'm proud 😂❤ And it means the world to me, you have no idea. Im hoping
this will get to Taylor and maybe even Ed one day. I love you all so much
and once again, thank you for reading!! ❤❤❤
@taylorswift @taylornation 🌈❤ @taylornotices 💜
(Pic is from when I was in First Aid at Ed Sheeran. It was so bad there
they had to give me an IV. I was in the first aid station, wrapped up in my
nightmare before Christmas blanket, on a stretcher with an IV in my hand
pretty much the entire night. It was so painful. When I arrived to first
aid I was actually unresponsive. Like I knew what was happening but I
couldn't talk or open my eyes. All I could do was make very small
movements. It felt like my body was shutting down. I was having bad heart issues as well and they wanted to give me a medicine fot my nausea but since I had lyme disease it could make my heart issues worse so they had to give me an EKG... Right there at the concert 😂 Interesting... But, I got through it.
Like always 😊 So yeah thats where the
picture is from ❤)
#taylurking#taylorswift#taylorstans#taylornation#red#redtour#edsheeran#lymedisease#dysautonomia#taylorlurking#i love you taylor#tay#usertaylornotices#tswift
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Tiny (Bucky Barnes X Male!Reader)
Summary: Tony Stark and Bruce Banner have one rule-- well, one rule that everyone actually tries to listen to-- in the compound. And that’s not to mess around in their lab. But when the cat’s away, the mice will play. Then, one of the mice will get hit with a shrink ray and actually become mouse-sized.
Requested by HauntRavensong (AO3): I had a prompt in mind. Only if you don't mind and I know you're busy. The prompt is that male reader (again, only if you don't mind) and Bucky are playing with the electronics in the lab and reader gets shrunk so Bucky takes up the mantle of watching out for him until it gets reversed. Maybe some snark and teasing from any of the others about the situation :3
Key: (Y/N) - your name
Warnings: Cursing probably, what’s an infinity wade
Word Count: 1,470
Note: i used this thing called Fighter’s Block (google it) and wrote this in like 20 minutes??? holy shit. also babe i will write whatever pronouns reader u want, i am physically incapable of being consistent anyway lmao
Tony had exactly one rule in the compound. Well, admittedly, he had a lot of rules. But there was only one that the team actually paid attention to. Tony and Bruce were very touchy about their labs and their rule was that no one-- no one-- was allowed to mess with stuff in the lab. Of course, it's the Avengers, so one would think they have the sense to listen to each other, at least on occasion.
You are an Avenger and you know this to be false.
If there is one team in the world that won't listen to orders, it's them.
One day, you and one of your best friends of the team, Bucky, were bored. You were bored out of your minds, because no bad guys decided to come out of hiding for the day and none of your teammates were around to entertain you. Bucky wasn't allowed out of the compound since the whole Civil War incident, so there wasn't much to do otherwise. That said, you probably shouldn't have agreed to his idea of sneaking into Tony and Bruce's lab, no matter how bored you were. But you agreed anyway.
Most of the lab's toys were pretty standard, but once you figured out Tony's passcode to the back part of the lab-- it was Morgan, of course-- things got way more fun.
"What does this look like to you?" Bucky hummed, holding up a box painted in Cap's signature colours.
You shrugged. "Something for Cap probably."
"Well, yeah, but what does he have in mind for the punk?" He teased.
Weapons were plentiful in the lab, but so were suits of armour. You found a few updated War Machine sets, a few bow and arrow upgrades for Clint, and even an anesthetic meant for the Hulk. A label warned that it hadn't been tested yet, though.
"Woah," Bucky breathed out, holding up a ray-gun looking thing. "What's this?"
"Freeze ray?" You asked.
He laughed. "Wouldn't put it past Stark. It doesn't really look like one, though, does it?"
You walked over to him and plucked the gun from his hands, turning it around with curiosity. "Weird," you muttered to yourself.
Upon later consideration, you decided you should've been safer when handling a gun. Alas, present you had the genius idea to look down the barrel directly, trying to get an idea of what powered it.
Then, it shot you straight in the face and you blacked out.
When you came to, presumably hours later, you could hear nothing but Bucky freaking out. He was talking to himself and pacing, from what you could hear, but when you opened your eyes…
You weren't sure where you were. You were on metal ground and something akin to a giant stapler was beside you, but it was all you could see before you looked up. Holy. Shit.
Bucky was a lot taller than you remembered. In fact, you didn't remember anyone ever being that tall.
"Uh...Buck?" You asked, looking down at your hands.
He turned to you in a sort of slow-motion movement. "Oh thank God, you're awake. Are you okay? Except for the tiny thing, I mean..."
"Tiny...?" You looked down at yourself and suddenly it all made sense. "A SHRINK RAY!?"
"It's okay! It's okay!" Bucky instantly said. "Don't freak out. I'm gonna go find Stark and we'll figure everything out. Let's get going."
"Oh no," you whined as he held out his hand for you to climb onto. "The others are never gonna let this one go."
"What do you MEAN (Y/N) shrunk himself?" Tony raved over the phone.
Bucky sighed. "Just what I said. He pointed the gun at his face--"
Bruce, who was standing beside Tony from what you could see on the screen, sighed and rubbed his face. "We have one rule, you guys. One, single rule."
"Sorry!" You squeaked, having to shout for them to hear you. "We were really bored and, well, Tony's passcode is like the easiest thing ever."
"I'll kill you," he hissed. "I'll kill both of you."
"Whatever," Bucky said, diverting the conversation. "Just come back here and fix him already."
"That's gonna be a problem, guys."
"Uh oh," you said as soon as the words left his mouth.
Bucky clenched his free fist, seeing as his left was holding you up for them to see. "What kind of problem are we talking?"
"We just got called to a situation out here," Tony explained. "HYDRA is all over this stinking place."
Bruce chimed in. "We won't be free to go until it's cleared up. We don't know how long it'll take."
Bucky facepalmed. "Great. Just...great."
For the next few days, it was you and Bucky against the world. And it wasn't a pretty world to say the least.
Being tiny was much more difficult than people gave it credit for and not 5'2" kind of tiny, but more like a few inches kind of tiny. How Scott Lang ever managed it, you have no idea. Everything you wanted to do required help, because everything you needed was made for big people.
Even making a cup of coffee just to feel life in your veins in the morning was a pain.
Everyone thought it was pretty hilarious, too, except for Bucky. Sam would burst into laughter at the sight of you jumping up and down on the TV remote just to get to the channel you wanted. Thor thought you putting PopTarts in the toaster was pretty great, too. Bucky was the only one who took your frustration seriously.
In fact, he was the one to come up with a solution.
"Now, I'm not saying it's ideal..." He started.
"Please," you interrupted, "I just need to not have to ask someone to do everything for me anytime I need something."
Okay, so his plan did include that, but it was a specific person: him.
He wore shirts with pockets. It was a miraculous little thing, but it made your whole life terrifyingly simple. He carried you everywhere and anywhere, all over the compound.
After talking to Scott, he even had a few more ideas. There was a little makeshift bed for you on his nightstand, just in case of midnight emergencies, that was made out of a shoe. Scott gave you a few of his shrinking disks to shrink down some silverware and other necessities, so eating became impossibly easier. Admittedly, you had gone swimming in a cup of coffee more than once. Nobody thought that was funny. They either thought it was relatable, like Peter and Shuri, or kind of disgusting.
But Buck stayed with you the whole time.
Four days into it, you were sleeping peacefully when he poked at your shoe-bed.
"Leave me alone," you muttered into the blankets. "I don't wanna get up."
"C'mon, (Y/N)," he said. "You've made it this far. Just give it a few more days."
You groaned. "If this has to go on for a few more days, I will die. If Sam has Redwing chase me around anymore I'm just gonna jump off the roof."
"Hey, don't talk like that." He huffed at your silence. "(Y/N), you're not dying."
"Really?" You asked drowsily. "Because it feels like it."
Bucky sighed and, despite your protests, grabbed your PJ shirt between his index finger and his thumb, pulling you from the bed. He held you up in front of his face. "(Y/N)," he chided.
"I don't like being manhandled," you muttered mutinously, crossing your arms.
The soldier gave a devilish grin. "Speaking of being manhandled...I know how to cheer you up."
Bucky knew the way to your heart. A good movie and great snacks was an instant win. Of course, it helped that the movie was Night at the Museum, then the second one, then the third one after it. He just knew all the ways to get you to like him and, to be honest, you liked him a lot more than you would like to admit.
Anyway, you really related to the tiny cowboy and his Roman boyfriend. Being tiny sucked.
Nobody understood the struggle like they did. Maybe it was why Bucky wanted to watch the movie with you. That was sweet of him.
You were just finishing up the third movie when FRIDAY spoke over the PA system.
"Sergeant Barnes, Agent (Y/N)," she said. "Boss said to tell you he's home."
"OH THANK GOD!" You exclaimed. You leapt from the edge of the popcorn bowl by instinct and landed on Bucky's hand, which was outstretched for you already.
Okay, so maybe you had gotten used to the tiny thing. And maybe you had gotten used to being with Bucky 24/7. But your point still stood. Being tiny sucked.
Masterlist
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#sam wilson#falcon#the falcon#scott lang#antman#tony stark#iron man#bruce banner#the hulk#steve rogers#captain america#thor#novakitty#novakitty114#generallynerdy#river#rivika
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DISCIPLINE--THE CODE OF BEHAVIOR
Welcome to Quin Nation, where ambitions are given flesh to become a reality by solving the problem of ignorance.
Hallo Quin Nation, welcome to the Wednesday session: Every Wednesday, we examine a Master and learn the secrets of their field. Absorbing this hidden knowledge that comes from years of experience, in a few minutes. This will give you a competitive advantage to surpass your competitors, and realize the truth on the subjects you are ignorant about. Expanding even more to grasping excellence from getting into their brain and learning how to they think.
The person we are looking at today is Robert Greene. He is known as the godfather of power dynamics, the modern-day Napoleon Bonaparte, a master seducer and a genius for deciphering human nature. His 6 international bestseller books are part of the pantheons of masterpieces that would last a lifetime. Those books are not ones you read, they are the ones you study as Tom Bilyeu had said, because they contain concepts that could be the turning point of your life as it did for mine.
Today we are looking at his philosophy on the concept of discipline.
PS: If you can’t stand reading long blogs, even though it’s beneficial or can’t swallow the truth because it’s painful—you can leave. There are many social media outlets out there that you can waste the scarcest resource in the world--time.
Let’s get to it:
Leonardo Da Vinci, Elon Musk, Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison and perhaps all the people who we proclaim to be successful. How do you think these people achieved the heights of their ambition?
Most people think that those who succeed are the people who were geniuses and were bestowed the gifts of inborn talent, that are not latent to the rest of the world, and only granted to the minority of the world’s population.
But a famous philosopher Fredrich Nietzche said otherwise
“Do not talk about giftedness, inborn talents! One can name great men of all kinds who were very little gifted. They acquired greatness, became ‘geniuses’ (as we put it), through qualities the lack of which no one who knew what they were would boast of: they all possessed that seriousness of the efficient workman which first learns to construct the parts properly before it ventures to fashion a great whole; they allowed themselves time for it, because they took more pleasure in making the little, secondary things well than in the effect of a dazzling whole.”
To Robert, being talented and having an exceptionally high IQ to the point of genius are mere misconceptions that surrounds the concept of greatness, power and influence.
The secret of success is a possession of great discipline, to which all ambitions, plans and ideas are met with action and execution. A difficult feat but once implemented, could make any ordinary person, one of great power.
Success or achievement of an ambition is a combination of different factors that harmonized together to create such outcome and DISCIPLINE is one of the big factors to succeed.
Another misconception on the concept of greatness is that people think that they can get rich fast and achieve their ambitions quick.
The truth is you’re a fool if you think that true wealth can happen overnight, that you can suddenly, out of nowhere-- you strike gold and get rich quick or hit a big score, or magically you become a sensation in the Internet overnight. Trust me, you’ll die waiting for that day. We see it everywhere from teenagers to 40 years old.
To truly build something that will last long, is a long process of slow grinding, maximum focus, and hard-core discipline.
If you are ready to drop two of these big beliefs that stops people from acquiring discipline and seeing through their ambitions. You are ready to know how success is achieved, when you break it down.
“Success is an event that happens after a sum of small actions repeated daily for extended periods of time!”
The idea is that success is a sequence of small actions that you take every day for the next 10 years of your life. The sooner you realize this, the sooner you can begin taking the steps that could bridge you to your ambition, your ultimate destination.
To Robert, most people cannot stand this, consciously or unconsciously, they seek to avoid the pain and long hours of grinding that presents itself in the early stages of building their fortune, of putting weight to their ambitions, by questing distractions, entertainment and immediate satisfaction to escape the reality that they are not yet good enough.
Most teenagers tend to postpone the idea of crafting their ideal life NOW, because if there is a category of people that’s so distracted by social media-- it’s them. They don’t have discipline; they can’t make the sacrifices yet? Or can they?
“In the future, the great division will be in those who can acquire skills & discipline their minds and those who are irrevocably distracted by the media around them. The former group are the ones who will own the world.”
This more important than ever because those who try to bypass or ignore this notion will suffer from being left behind.
The foundation to success is simple so listen carefully, it is attained by a person who has the discipline to organize the ideas of the world and has the work ethic and hustle to amass solid skills from different areas and synthesize them in a new, unique and fresh type of way to achieve a certain outcome. It means having an abundance of different skills that are ingredients and means for you to achieve your big ambition and serve your purpose. Once you have these, everything else will come easy, because these are the pillars of success.
FRAMEWORK OF DISCIPLINE
The skill of discipline is the ability to get things done, regardless if feel like it or not. This is by far one of the hardest skills to master because we are in a world of constant distraction.
Unlike the rest, when you say you are going to do something, you get it done. You don’t go back on your word. You know that talk is cheap and so you are results-oriented.
Your code of behavior must always be to work on your ambition: morning, noon and night, in summer or in winter, in rain or shine, in your bad days and good days. You never leaving a stone unturned, never discounting even a single hour that which could be used to make a step forward. It also means being strategic in your time, resources and willpower, focusing in activities that could bring you most results.
Most people allow their emotions, to control their behavior. They let their mind control them. This is why they are poor and nobody.
You must take the opposite passage and understand that YOU control your mind, because of that, you can control your life. You can force yourself to do something you don’t want to do. Your desire for success will constantly be tested, and it is in your discipline that will dictate where you will be in the world: A legendary or a nobody. Decide NOW.
"If you can’t master yourself, how do you expect to master the world
Your code of behavior must also meet the standards of greatness, the bar that elevates you above the masses and that is putting in 75 to 100 hours of work, a week.
Everybody works hard, but to what degree?
If you want big things, you have to think big, do big, and be big. It’s that simple.
Your friends could be partying, while you work. Your family members could be sleeping while you work. Your classmates could be resting while you work. Until one day, your name will be in history books, forever remembered while their names are in graveyards, forever forgotten.
STRATEGIES TO FILL THE FRAMEWORK
1) START SMALL
Most people tend to shoot for the moon, but this is unreachable until you break your ambition down to parts and step by step process that makes up the whole, and take the smallest step forward.
In the book One thing, it is perfectly exemplified: It is called a domino effect. Each domino standing represents a small amount of potential energy, these are the small steps that you take, every day. The more you line up, the more potential energy will be accumulated and with a simple flick, you can start a chain of reaction of surprising power.
Don’t start big, start small. If you start big, you will never get to line up the first domino because your ambition starts with a single step. You can’t take your first step if it’s too difficult for your current capabilities. Discouragement and doubt will cloud your mind--making you lose before you even started. Start small instead, so that you can build momentum that will trigger humongous results. This is the mistake of many, including me.
Make it a rule to work ONLY 1 hour or 2 hours a day. Then, every week gradually increase on it until you reach the standard of 75 hours to 100 hours because if one person works 40 hours a week, and the other works 80 hours, who do you think will dominate and gain control of the world?
The logic is pretty simple: We all have the same hours in a day, some people use it to grind and see their dreams take place before their eyes while others waste it.
The gem here is to start small so that you CAN do what you say, you will do, in order to develop self-trust and self-confidence. Do you ever know someone who ALWAYS promise things and never delivers on it? Don’t be this person to yourself.
“It doesn’t matter how smart you work, if you want better results, greater impact, and bigger outcomes, you have to work more.”
2) PARETO PRINCIPLE 80/20
Most people keep saying that they are busy. The truth is that having many things to do doesn’t mean that it will bring you closer to your goal. It’s not enough to be busy. The question should be, “What are you busy about?”
Successful people are the opposites, they have an eagle eye for what is essential, they know that truly matters, and allow that to drive their day. You can’t try to do everything because the more you try to do everything, the less you can accomplish.
Realize that:
20% of your actions causes 80% of your success.
20% of your customers create the 80% of your profits
20% of your activities results 80% of your productivity
This mathematical concept is insanely accurate. Once you identify the ambitious outcomes that you want to achieve, figure out the essentials, the foundation-- the core activities that you could take you there, then spend all the time you have to pursue such.
This question will help you greatly, “What is one thing I can do, that upon doing it, will give me the most results?”
Sometimes finding the answer of this, requires research, reading and interviewing the masters.
Know how to prioritize, and once you learn such, you realize how much progress you are quickly making.
3) PAMADORO TECHNIQUE
Most people torture their minds to work, for 14 hours, and the more they force their mind to do it, the more their body does the opposite. This is because 10 hours of work, seems too long, and perhaps too intimidating—and the mind wants to keep them safe so it stops them from doing it.
This concept remedies such problem: Pomodoro technique means 25 minutes of deep work, then 5 minutes break. You then keep repeating the process until you reach 12 –16 hours.
It’s effective because 25 minutes isn’t as intimidating as 10 hours, isn’t it? We can work for 25 minutes but for the next 10 hours, that’s questionable.
Getting started is always the most difficult, and if you can get over this dip, you are more likely to finish what you started, than quit after 25 minutes. This will build propulsion and give you feelings of productivity that only builds up throughout the day
“Let’s say you don’t want to brush your teeth. Tell yourself you’re gonna brush only 1 tooth and if you want, you can stop afterwards. Once you get that momentum on, it kinda makes sense to keep going right?”--Alux.com
4) DO THE MOST IMPORTANT THING DURING YOUR PEAK ENERGY
Willpower is the ability delay gratification, and easily bind you to breed deep work. This means there is a time in the day, when your energy, and willpower are at its peak and during this time period, it is a recommendation to do all the work that matters because when willpower is low, we fall back to what Gary Keller and Jay Papasan described as default settings. They said if most of your work is done after willpower wanes, default will define the levels of your achievement and such is usually average and mediocre results.
To find when your willpower is at its roof, do an experiment.
What time of the day do you feel you can smoothly get to work, feeling incredibly energized, and completely absorbed in your work, and ideas are pouring and sparking? Where you feel you can get to an extreme level of concentration to make unique connections?
Once you discover, what time of the day that is, build your schedule around it.
Until you can begin to fathom this concept, you cannot take a step forward to working smartly.
4) RELIGIOUS BELIEFS
Most people pray a lot, they believe that if they pray hard, and wait for it. Their fortune will suddenly appear. This is wishful thinking.
You have to do your part of the work or you cannot succeed.
“Don’t let your camel loose and trust it to God. Tie your camel and trust it to god, said the prophet. This means to do all that you can for yourselves and then trust to Providence or God or Nature or whatever you believe in, for the rest.” --PT Barnum
5) EMBRACE THE PAIN AND FRUSTRATIONS
Your mindset should always hunger the negative experiences of pain, of suffering, of limitations as a perfect means to building up your skills and bring your ambitions to life because they give you stamina, strength.
“Frustration is a sign that you are making progress as your mind becomes aware of the higher of skills that yet to attain” Robert Greene
Swallow all the suffering for greatness today, because tomorrow is a promise of paradise.
What you do today will either elevate or restrict you tomorrow. Remember that always when you try to avoid the pain of a workout, the headache of studying and the boredom of keeping your head done and working.
6) DON’T MAKE EXCUSES
It is fairly elementary: If you want something, you have to work for it, that’s how the world works.
But that’s not easy, and it’s not supposed to be easy. That backbreaking work and uphill battle will always be complicated and very taxing.
That’s why people of mediocre life, makes excuses. They say it’s the government’s fault, their parent’s fault, the system’s fault. They try to justify the reason why they fail.
This is usually a sensitive area for people. They hate to hear this because they would have to face the reality that the fault is not on the world, it’s ON them-- they are not good enough, they didn’t work hard enough, and because of that they weren’t growing enough, they didn’t develop the skills, they didn’t have the knowledge and this sets people off because these are truths that they don’t want to confront—after all, it’s painful.
Look around you and God, you will realize how so much people doesn’t take responsibility in their life anymore.
Remember: You are the agent in your life, you can change your current reality and create a better world for you and your family, in the next 5 years but that demands concentrated work so what most people do, is choose the easy route by blaming the world for their misfortunes.
Be a lion, take control of your life than the sheep, constantly in fear for what will happen next
7) HAVE A TIGHT DEADLINE
This is how you can get more done, in less time: Embrace a TIGHT deadline.
Raise your hand if this happened to you: you had a huge project to be passed the next week and you listened to the voice that tells you to put it off to the last-minute, no matter how unrealistic, and now you had to finish it in 6 hours. You somehow magically get the task done even if it seemed impossible. Have you realize that, if you have a whole day to make the calls, it will take a whole day and if you only have a morning to make it happen, it will happen.
For a milestone goal: give yourself 6 months to finish a huge project that usually takes years to finish, you will then discover that you will be able to miraculously finish it much sooner because when you have are on the edge, where there is outside pressure--you will fight like hell, you will not waste a single hour and this will provide you with heightened concentrated energy and make the end result much better.
For a daily goal: identify a huge task, a task that requires deep focus and concentration to achieve. Estimate how long you normally would put aside for this task, then to give yourself a tight deadline, by reducing it to half. This will force you to get things done without daydreaming, without any social media or any long breaks. Doing this, will allow you to discover another level of work ethic, that you haven’t begin to grasp.
Thomas Edison and Elon Musk are exemplifiers of this concept. The former would go out to the world and speak about his ideas and visions of the world that he is currently working. With this publicity, he puts himself in a position where the world is on his back, he would have to rise to what he had claimed and soon because if not, he will be ridiculed.
8) LEARN TO CONCENTRATE, STOP MULTITASKING
The true power of the mind comes to show when you are not distracted and multitasking because when you perform your activities in a state free of distractions, your concentration could push your cognitive abilities to their limits and if you can maintain and sustain this for a lengthy period of time, you can master anything.
Most people are constantly multitasking, juggling from one task to another, they are pulled here, there and their focus is dispersed, they are constantly distracted. The problem with this is that when you multitask, switching from one task to another, your attention doesn’t follow immediately, a portion of your attention remains stuck on thinking about the original or previous task and this divided attention puts a dent to performance on the next task.
It’s better to do 3 hours of work, without distractions, focusing on one task and one task only than 16 hours of work, switching from one task to another.
Thank you for sticking with me to the end. If you are the person who finished the whole thing unlike the rest, write I AM WORKING LIKE A BEAST!
This video is a catalyst to create a conversation on the topic of discipline and how one can master this to become a superhuman. “What is your unique strategy to overcome your lower self?” Let me know in the comments.
This is Dianne Orquina signing out with the quote saying
“What you do, determines where you will go”
#productivity#hardwork#discipline#success#greatness#ambition#workethic#robert greene#friedrich nietzsche#superhuman#grinding#achieve success#pain#suffering#beastmode#beast
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Doris entered the dark room with the heavy half-drawn curtains, her long dress leaving traces in the dust on the floor. She sat down at the piano, opened its snow-white lid, closed her eyes, and waited with her fingers on the well-known keys. She had been drawn to it, hearing the familiar melody calling her in her thoughts. She tuned in with the melody being played on the other piano, which was the counterpart of her own instrument. She focused all her energy to sync up her movement with the other woman’s as her fingers glided over the keyboard. Following the youngest of the Willows’ women – Phoebe was her name – was harder than it was with Joy or had been with Lucy.
The challenge with Lucy had not only been her warm and lively improvisations but also the fact that Dory’s own skills hadn’t been as developed back then as they were nowadays. But you needed more than just skill to recreate the embellished tune Phoebe was playing now, you needed heart, and somewhere deep down inside, Doris knew she was lacking just that.
Her heart had died with her husband all those years ago, all she had left now was her beauty. Not the youthful beauty of the eighteenth year old unblemished girl Heinrich had fallen in love with, but the established beauty of a radiant woman in her early forties. Who would have believed that she was actually one hundred and four years old? Nobody. Sometimes, even Dory couldn’t believe it herself when she looked in the mirror.
But it was the truth, and it had all started on a rainy evening in nineteen thirty-three when Heinrich opened the entrance door to their small but beautiful country house, shouting orders to two men in overalls Dory had never seen before. They busied themselves, re-arranging the furniture in the dining room, leaving muddied boot prints all over the carpet. Dory stood there bewildered, but she knew when to ask questions and when to wait. This was clearly the latter situation.
After the men had left her house, Dory sat down at the dining room table, looking at the boot prints on the floor, saying, “I am not happy about having to clean this tomorrow, my dear.”
Heinrich smiled and answered, “Do not worry your pretty little head about it, my darling Doris.”
“What is this about, anyway? While this looks like a very beautiful piano indeed, I do not see why you couldn’t wait until the storm has passed to bring it here. It does not seem worth all the mud on the carpet.”
“Oh, but it is, my darling, it is. This is not just a piano, it is a fountain of youth.”
“A fountain of youth?”
“Yes. You see, whoever plays it does not age.”
“You are pulling my leg.”
“I swear, I am not. Try it yourself if you don’t believe me. You know how to play the piano.”
“It has been quite a while since I last played, but this is rather intriguing. I think I will play whatever I can still remember from my lessons.”
“Please do.”
Dory looked at the piano, feeling strangely drawn to it. She walked over to it almost as if walking on air and sat down to play a little tune. Then just like now, she felt a vibrant energy spreading from her fingertips, almost as if something was entering her body. After she had finished the short song, she looked up at Heinrich with a smile, but as their eyes met, it seemed to her that he looked worried.
For a moment there, Heinrich thought he saw Doris engulfed in a strange aura, not really a light at all but the absence of light instead was radiating from the piano, surrounding his lovely Doris. But then it was gone, and Heinrich just saw his smiling, beautiful wife sitting at the white piano. It must have been an illusion, he thought, probably from all the stress he had been under lately.
When she turned around again and started playing another tune, it swept him away in an almost magical way, so that he felt rather relaxed after she had stopped playing the simple yet beautiful melody that would come to her frequently over many decades to come. With his mind finally at ease, he told her what had transpired in the last year and what led him to obtain the piano for themselves rather than handing it over to his superiors. He had been dreading this conversation, but now the whole story just came pouring out.
While Dory was playing her white piano in her dark room in sync with Phoebe who was playing her family’s black piano in their bright room, Dory remembered that fateful night that had forever changed the course of her life. It all started with Heinrich finally telling her the truth about his work.
He had been a historian working for the government ever since she had known him, schoolbooks had been his speciality, or so she had thought. But as he now revealed to her, he was actually a connoisseur of the occult or the mystical, working for a government branch dedicated to finding powerful artefacts to further the cause. That such things even existed was somewhat hard to believe, but knowing her husband and seeing the seriousness displayed on his face was enough to convince Doris.
As he told her, he had found this piano about a year ago. It was part of the collection of a rich and heirless aristocrat who had recently died under dubious circumstances. The nobleman had left detailed notes on all the artefacts he had collected throughout his life, and they served as a basis for many experiments conducted by the department with Heinrich as its head researcher. Many of the aristocrat’s claims turned out to be false, but just as many turned out to be true, or at least the evidence strongly suggested so.
With a huge find like that, it didn’t take long until his superiors took note of Heinrich’s recent accomplishments, and he soon had to report to them in person. On one of those occasions, Heinrich overheard a disturbing conversation. He wouldn’t repeat what he had heard, all he said to Doris was, “I had no idea they had plans like this. It is atrocious. Manipulating the public like that, spreading hatred, rounding up and deporting everyone that doesn’t fit their ideals. They even joke about killing whole groups of people if they won’t leave voluntarily, but it doesn’t quite sound like a joke, it sounds like an aspiration. I couldn’t believe it when I first heard it. No, I think I already knew on some level, but I turned a blind eye. Not any more. I’m done pretending.”
His voice had got rather loud and upset, so that Doris softly squeezed his hand. He smiled at her sadly and continued, “After hearing their plans, I made some plans of my own. It took me a while, but I made it look like most of the artefacts were a dead end, especially the piano. Some might argue that there are more destructive artefacts in this collection, but I find nothing more dreadful than giving potentially eternal life to these fiends. So in order to keep them from ever getting their hands on the piano, I not only made it look like it was another dead end, but decided to make it disappear.”
“Why didn’t you destroy it?”
“That might have drawn too much attention. No, that’s a lie. To be honest, I feel strangely drawn to it.”
Doris could understand that since she already felt the instrument’s subtle pull after only such a short time, which made her wonder how much more intense must it be after a whole year.
Heinrich continued, “But I do worry about having drawn too much of their attention already. You see, I didn’t just falsify my reports, I also I sent them on wild goose chases, so they wouldn’t find any real objects with power. I am sure they are on to me. They have summoned me quite often lately, telling me that they are worried because my research doesn’t produce any results any more. They have started pressuring me, threatening me, and now I think they have realised that I have been falsifying my reports. We have to leave, my darling.”
“Leave? What do you mean by that?”
“Leave Germany. Go to Great Britain.”
“Defect?”
“If you want to call it that, sure. But I would rather flee from these monsters than aid them any further. I have arranged for us to leave the country in three days from now. My contacts have even agreed to transport the piano, although I told them it was nothing but a family heirloom. I will not share this power with anyone except you. They could be liars, too. Who knows? But you, you are my beautiful flower, you deserve to live forever. We can do so together. Just the two of us. After things return to normal, we will buy one of those British county estates and live there hidden away from the world. What do you say, my darling?”
“I will follow you to the ends of the world, and if you say we are to flee this country, then I agree. Will you help the British stop this madness though?”
“I have certain informations about our government’s plans from when I was still in my superiors’ good graces. I will share my knowledge with the British, and in return, they have agreed to let us enter their country immediately and live there freely. I might even be able to work as a historian again.”
So off to England they went. Towards a better life and a brighter future. Or so they thought, but their life turned out to be just as tough as it had been in Germany. There was no more moral ambiguity, no more working for a hate-filled regime, which was an enormous relief, but instead there was all this distrust. Being a German defector in Britain even before the war had officially broken out was like wearing a target.
The problem was that their accents made it quite clear that they were from Germany, and that made them social pariahs at best. They were not to be trusted since they could be spies. And after he had told them all he knew, Heinrich was given a useless desk job in an unimportant department where he felt like he was monitored more than asked to contribute. The isolation and distrust gnawed at him, so that he soon became terribly ill, with his health deteriorating rapidly.
Ever since their arrival in London, Dory had been playing the piano as often as she could, feeling invigorated by it every day, and so became convinced of its powers. That is why she begged Heinrich to play it himself, so he would quickly recuperate, but he refused. He saw his illness as divine punishment and decided not to fight it. Doris on the other hand started playing the piano even more vigorously every day, and every night, she held him tightly in his sleep, hoping the additional energy she felt in herself would be transferred to him and heal him. But it didn’t work, and after only a few months, he passed on, leaving her devastated, lonely, and half-mad with grief.
Her heart was as broken as can be, and from then on, she only played the piano to commemorate her beloved husband, and as her heart darkened, her body shone.
It didn’t take long until the most influential and powerful men in the country took notice of her beauty, many of them offering her a life in luxury as their wife. Having no means to support herself but being appalled by their superficial interest in her, she decided to respond in kind.
She eventually accepted the proposal of the oldest and wealthiest of them all. After the wedding, she mostly spent her days playing her piano and her nights warding off her new husband’s advances as best as she could. His touch made her feel sick and only intensified her longing for Heinrich as she struggled more and more to hide her disgust. She had almost reached her breaking point when her struggle suddenly came to an end. Her new husband suffered a near-fatal heart attack after which his doctors advised him not to engage in any straining physical activity, listing love-making as one of the things to avoid.
When he told her about these new rules, Dory felt incredibly relieved, thinking to herself that there had never been any love involved in their more intimate moments anyway, for he only lusted after her body while she had only ever loved her Heinrich. On the outside she smiled and said that their bond was built on more than just physical aspects, and he answered by assuring her how grateful he was for her affection.
About a year after his first heart attack, Dory’s husband died. He had never had any children and no close relatives or relations, which meant that all his possessions went to her. With a vast fortune like that, Dory did what Heinrich had planned for them years ago, back when they were about to flee Germany: she hid from the world in her country estate. But instead of living in loving bliss with her Heinrich, she did so alone, her heart getting sadder and darker with every passing year.
Wealthy as she was, Dory had little trouble assuming a new identity every other decade to stay in charge of her assets. She either slowly transferred her money to her new alias and had her old one die soon after, or she appointed her new self as the sole heir of her old self, and one time, she even adopted herself. It became almost amusing to think up new ways to continue her charade, but then again, nothing truly amused her any more. It was, after all, a necessity because it usually took approximately two decades until she couldn’t explain her agelessness with a healthy lifestyle any more and subsequently moved to a new estate under a new alias, starting a new life the old way, which was as a recluse.
She spent her time hiding from the world while trying to find a way to get Heinrich back from the dead. Finally being with him again was her only focus. To that end, she learned all she could about death, how to cheat it, and how to reverse it, but so far, nothing had the desired outcome. More than once, she came close, but her studies and experiments always turned out to be unsatisfactory in the end.
Dory became at least as much of an expert of the occult as Heinrich had been when he was still with her. With her growing knowledge of the mystical, she became aware that there had to be another object connected to her white piano and that she was most likely stealing the life force from an unsuspecting individual. Through spells as well as private investigators, she eventually even found the artefact linked to hers: a beautiful black piano that was currently owned by a family of pianists by the name of Willows.
While part of her felt that stealing their energy was wrong, she paid no heed to her conscience. Even when she learned that Lucy had only lived to her mid-sixties, which meant that Dory had most likely stolen about twenty years from her, Dory felt that her actions were justified.
The evidence of the two pianos’ sinister connection got even stronger when she learned about the last owners untimely demise, the one that had come before the Willow family, whatever his name had been. None of their lives mattered anyway. Besides, Joy Willows still had almost two decades left and Phoebe three more after that. They had enough time to fully live their lives: to fall in love, to get married, to have children. Children that would then learn how to play the piano and so feed Dory’s everlasting need for energy.
Those people had more time with their loved ones than Doris herself had ever had with her Heinrich, and they even had the pleasure of raising a family. Doris had never had that pleasure because her beloved died before they even had the chance to try. It was a fair enough exchange in her opinion: they could experience the obvious happiness and light the other piano produced, and she received some of their life force to find a way to bring her life’s only light back. The spark that would kindle her heart’s flame anew, her one true love. Heinrich was all that mattered, only being with him again was important.
Sometimes, she could still faintly hear his voice, feel his presence, and that gave her all the motivation she needed to go on. No matter how dark the road, she would eventually reach the light at the end of it. She believed – no, she knew – Heinrich was still there, and if his soul was with her, then she could sooner or later find a way to re-create his body. She would bind him to this earth again.
Never did it cross her mind that he did not want to join her, but instead, he longed for her to join him. Even in the grey mist of his present existence, he could hear her play that wretched piano, that stealer of life. And when he heard it, he let its sound lead him to her. Engulfed in darkness, she sat there, playing, her heart calling his name. And he came to her, loving her still, even in her despair and her darkest moments. Heinrich embraced his Doris tightly and whispered in her ears. He kept repeating his last words to her, “Choose the light, not the darkness, my darling Doris.”
—Submitted by Lone-Eyed
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So unless there is some plot twist in store, I’m pretty sure that Charlie’s mother/Henry’s wife was just made super inconsequential to make Charlie extra alone and focus on her relationship with her dad, but we’re in My Canon Territory, dammit, so here is a really long post about her backstory and experiences, not filtered through a dude's POV (like she is in my fics). Her name is now June, because she needs one or I can’t write this.
Contains mentions of child death, gaslighting, injury and a married couple having sex (THE SCANDAL).
Background
Before June was born, a bunch of counter cultural types decided that they were going to live in a couple of big houses in the country and be one big polyamorous family. June was one of the kids who came out of that and she had a pretty happy childhood, with lots of “siblings” and people that treated her like she was their own. Still it wasn’t perfect, several people she got really attached to just left at one point and as a teenager, it became really clear to her just how much drama was going on underneath the ideal. When she was fifteen her mother also decided she was done and moved out with her biological kids and her boyfriend, who's not June's biological father, but she considers him her dad more than anyone else, so it's cool-ish. They’re good, supportive parents.
School wasn’t her thing, but she’s naturally good with people, energetic and a fast learner, so she’s never had a problem with finding a job. She lived in The Big City for a while, but that also didn’t suit her, so she moved back in with her parents and got a waitressing job in their town. As far as relationships went, she had a bunch of intense short-term ones, but by her mid-twenties she was over that and liked to imagine a nice, small family with someone she could trust.
Relationship with Henry
Henry seemed like the perfect guy for her, she immediately thought he was cute and interesting and when they got together, he made her feel like a million bucks. He’s the kind of guy who compliments people on things nobody else notices and is generally a total sweetheart when he dares to be. She was over the moon when their relationship went from long-distance to settling down together. He clearly had a lot of baggage, but she was fine with helping the man she loved unpack that.
Then William entered the picture. June immediately noticed Henry was into him, because she knows that kind of drama like the back of her hand. At first she wasn't worried, Henry clearly loved her and they were going to have kids and were generally pretty happy, but as time went on she went from "crushes happen, whatever" to being seriously worried she might've married a gay guy.
It took her a long time to really ask herself that because surely, someone who enjoys kissing her and sleeps with her on a regular basis is straight enough, but he was usually about what she wanted and never really opened up like she hoped he would. There was this weird split where she felt like this man who was super affectionate and grateful for her existence might not actually want her (and on the rare occasions where it seemed like he did she was rightfully concerned about where that came from).
She generally worried about him a lot, because Henry’s relationship to his own body has always been Bad. He would at least remember to have meals when their kids were there, taking care of them generally got him to remember he existed outside of his work, but he still liked to shrug off major injuries, like “okay my arm got impaled by this springlock prototype, but the kids didn’t see the blood, my hand still works and William will pay the hospital bill, so it’s pretty much like nothing happened!”
Meanwhile Henry barely recognized that she was worried, because he idealizes people and thinks he doesn’t matter anyway. June isn't a fan of talking about problems either, she usually tries to jump straight to solving them, so that didn't help. Henry’s main thought about her has always been “she’s amazing and I don’t deserve her”.
Relationship with William
At first, William charmed her like he tends to do with everybody, but when he got all resentful about her and Henry having kids, she started seeing him as a possessive weirdo who was, sadly, a part of her life. Both she and William tend to be aggressively polite when they hate someone, so when they had to interact they were always Really Nice to each other, like so nice, you could cut the niceness with a knife. At first she thought he liked children because he basically was one, later she figured that he hated children for that same reason.
Having to listen to Henry struggling to deal with this asshole was basically torture, but she tried to help, because William was so important to him as a friend, in spite of all the other weirdness that she couldn't get him to talk about. (”What would you do if William was in love with you?”, “Haha, no, he really isn’t”, “THAT’S NOT WHAT I ASKED....”) This is how she ended up trying to set William up with people. Pity her friends (who I’m not going to go into, but she was a social butterfly who had a lot). Pity his future wife, a random girl she encouraged to go talk to him.
After Sammy disappeared
Deep down, June always believed that she and Henry could work through whatever problem and stay a happy family. There just wasn't another way she could picture her future. She was an optimist, until everything fell apart.
It took her longer than Henry to realize that Sammy was really gone. She was completely lost and grasping at straws to figure out what happened. She suspected everyone, including Henry, but especially William. She actually cornered him in his office to accuse him, but this was after William had that conversation with Henry, so he was prepared and had already absorbed enough of Henry's pain to know how he had to act. William basically convinced her that she was going insane with grief and used her own reasoning to convince her he didn't have a motive. ("You're right, I was jealous of your happiness, but now I have a relationship and I might even become a father and I can't imagine ANYONE would EVER...")
So yeah, her world view was destroyed, the way she saw herself was shaking, some old attachment issues she never recognized started to surface and her marriage and family barely felt real anymore. One day, she left. She meant to figure it out, she meant to talk to Henry again and make some sort of arrangement, but she kept not doing it and then told herself it was too late and her daughter probably didn't even remember her. They did officially get divorced without coming anywhere near each other, but that’s it.
She's living a new life now, but she still thinks about her children every day.
#the silver eyes#basically she was the most reasonable person in this whole mess until it broke her#(I'm not really expecting anyone to be interested in this but hey I love writing me some character profiles)#(and clutching at straws to acknowledge FEMALE. CHARACTERS. in FNAF)#Junebug
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