#im already pretty fit already the only place i really have fat is my chest

[worst-mithrandir]

shedding my first few tears at college not because im homesick or stressed, but because i have boobs.

i think they look fine on everyone else, i just do not like them on me, and the only way to get rid of them at this point is to do an obnoxious amount of cardio (which is even more difficult when i only have one good sports bra)

my motto a few weeks ago was love em or lose em and i am not loving them.

[pianorexic000]

Sweetspo Saturday

Hi y’all, so today is sweetspo Saturday.......

it speaks for itself. By the way, none of these are mine. I take no credit I have 0 creativity.

I dream of collarbones and thigh gaps, of hips jutting out and ribs just visible, casting shadows on porcelain flesh. I dream of crop tops and denim shorts, of thigh highs and sugar highs. And when I lay in bed at night, counting the calories of the day before my mind can’t help but wander, and I press into my doughy stomach, feel the hips hiding underneath, and remind myself how far I’ve come, and how far I still have to go.

Please listen, I know, I know it’s hard but listen, focus, you, you the most beautiful person on this whole entire planet you are going to make it, I promise you sweetheart, you’re going to make it. Think about it, think about how skinny you’ll be, how happy you will be, how you are going to be able to wear what you want, how you are going to be able to eat what you want and no one is going to make you feel bad for eating, no one. They’re going to be jealous, so fucking jealous, jealous of how you look and how you feel. They’re going to envy you. So stand up, keep your pretty head up and go. Exercise, drink water, eat less, eat healthy, sleep, do yoga, dance around. Get skinny and be finally happy. Please be finally happy.

You’ve been so disappointed in yourself lately. You’ve cursed those girls with a fast metabolism and regretted so much, sweetie. Countless of times you’ve thought, planned and wished to be skinny. I know you want this so badly, honey. But it’s never going to be given to you, sugar. You have to work for it and make yourself proud! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

I know you’re very impatient with your weight-loss. You want to lose it NOW and would do anything to wake up tomorrow at you ugw. But that’s never going to happen, doll. It’ll take time, but you will get there, sweetie. You just have to be persistent and never give up. The road is very long, and there will be days where it’ll feel hopeless, angel. But i promise you that those days where you feel incredibly sexy and comfortable in your own skin are just around the corner. You’ll get there baby, but it’ll take time. So don’t beat yourself up.

You’ll look good in everything; you remember that bikini with the cute print? yes, you’ll look beautiful in it. you won’t look like a fat pig.

people will be jealous; they’ll envy you. you’ll become thinner while others are getting fatter.

you’ll be dainty; you’ll be the lightest in the room. everyone will be able to pick you up effortlessly.

others will compliment you; people will look at you and say “wow, have you lost weight?” “you look great!” “i wish i looked like you.”

you won’t be able to keep more than a cup of food down; you’ve trained your body, you and your body both know its limits.

you’ll have power; you can can control how you look, you’ll have control. self control instead of eating everything in sight. you’ll be proud when you refuse a chocolate bar someone is offering.

are you going to keep saying “i’ll do it tomorrow”

or are you going to start today?

you’ll get there sweetie, make them regret the day they dare call you fat; they’ll start talking GOOD behind your back; “she is losing so much weight omg” “ i wanna look like her.” “im so jealous of her tiny waist.”

make it happen, you cause the gain of weight

and the loss of weight.

It's Okay!

You were really bad this weekend weren’t you? You ate fatty food and cheated on your diet? I know you bash yourself for pushing yourself further from your goal, but it was just Easter and you were enjoying spending time with your family. Unfortunately that included eating. Thin is all you think about cutie, why would you stuff your face uncontrollably like that, sugar? You can’t stop now, i know it’s hard but it’ll be worth it in the end.

Meanspo

Dear You,

You’ve grown up being the “big” girl. You’ve grown up being the “I want seconds” girl. You entered college being the “let’s eat out because it’s easier” girl.

When will you be the “I eat healthy” girl? The “people can pick me up” girl? The “I love my body” girl?

Today? Oh, right, you say tomorrow. Funny, that’s what you said yesterday.

It’s YOUR fault you’re fat. You don’t control your fatty urges to binge and stuff your face. One day, you’ll regret that. And that day is TODAY. If you regret it, then make a change. Skip that meal. Eat less calories. Exercise and burn what you have consumed and stored from your past pathetic eating habits. Get rid of your fatty urges. BECOME SKINNY…Become beautiful. Because if you don’t start today, you’ll only hate yourself tomorrow… again.

Do it. Do it so you can wear cute short shorts without everyone looking at your thighs and being disgusted.

Do it for that bitch who always called you fat at middle school.

Do it for that fuckboy who never looked at you as girlfriend potencial.

Do it so you can be confident.No seriously you’ll never be confident with that big tummy dude.

Do it so you don't ALMOST DIE in fitting rooms.

Do it for the cute clothes.

Do it for the summer.

Do it for the pool parties and how all of your friends will be SHOOK at your perfect body.

Do it for that life little baby. You deserve it. You deserve so much happiness.

Imagine you’re sitting at your desk in your perfectly decorated bedroom. You’re doing school work (all A’s of course), and since the lighting is good, you stop studying for a second and take a selfie.

You notice your collarbones are perfectly peaking out, and your chest bones are slightly visible. You have no makeup on but you still look absolutely gorgeous. Your flawless skin (that you got from not eating junk food all the time) looks great on your camera. Your thin arms look especially toned in this picture, and your smile is unforgettable.

You decide to post it to Instagram, and it instantly gets likes and comments saying how gorgeous you look. You want to keep studying…but the amount of likes and attention is distracting!

You think to yourself “Amazing how my life has changed. 30lbs ago I barely got 30 likes. My grades were bad and I had horrible acne…it’s so great what being thin can do to a person”

One day I won’t have to suck in

One day I’ll sit down and not have belly rolls

One day my thighs won’t touch

One day I’ll be able to see my ribs

One day I’ll step on the scale and smile

One day I’ll be able to smile at my protruding collar bones

One day I’ll wear the clothes I want

One day I’ll be confident

One day I’ll be skinny

do it for the boy who leaves your snapchats at read. imagine how quickly he’ll reply when he sees how good you look in your new body. do it for the girls you envy, the girls who show up in crop tops and short shorts whilst you hide behind a baggy sweater. imagine how proud you’ll feel when you can finally wear what you want and look just as good, if not better than them. do it for the people who bullied you about your weight and the boys who turned you down because of it. watch them gawk and whisper among themselves at how much weight you’ve lost. do it for the mean girls, the ones that walk around school like they own the place, the ones who’s parties you never get invited to, the ones that all the boys want. prove yourself to them. soon they’ll notice you and you’ll be too proud to care. own your new found confidence, throw your own parties, feel wanted. do it for the boy you’ve been crushing on since the first time you met. make him want you just as you wanted him. laugh at yourself as he chases after you. watch him suffer just as you did. do it for the bikini you’ve never had the body to wear. make your old self proud. wear that bikini. finally feel good in it. go to the beach and the pool and show it off. it belongs on you. do it for yourself. do it for your own happiness and do it right now. you deserve this. it might take some time and maybe you’re growing impatient. but it’s okay, everything good takes time. so be safe, stay strong, and don’t give up. this will be worth the wait. trust me.

I literally cannot fucking wait until I’m thin. I can’t wait to not feel like the outsider in my friend group. I can’t wait to not feel like the ugly friend. I can’t wait to be as thin as my best friend and for people to not see me as a charity case. I can’t wait to be able to go shopping and not worry about what will hide my fat. I can’t wait to see my collarbones and feel great in shorts. I can’t wait to be able to post selfies confidently from any angle and get as many likes as all the thin girls from school. I can’t wait to be someone else’s thinspo. I can’t wait to be happy with myself. I can’t wait to be thin.

Okie lovey, I know you might have had a rough couple of days or maybe you’ve been doing everything right and you just need a little pick me up. That’s okay too. I’m here for you, maybe not there physically but I’m still here. Make some tea, and take a bath; while you’re in there light a few candles and take time for yourself. Paint your nails read a book or simply think about bettering yourself. You’re almost there, I’m so excited for you! I’m going to be there when you cross that finish line (UGW). Finished with tea? Are you hungry? No. Exactly, chin up sweetheart, you got this. I love you

10 Reasons I want to be Thin

1. A flat stomach looks so good in anything. 2. No more armpit fat. 3. Finally have a thigh gap (again). 4. Feel beautiful and in control 5. people you already know will ask you how you did it, new people you meet will fall in love with you. 6. Go on adventures and have fun without worrying about your fat jiggling around. 7. Tan outside or at the lake without wanting to die because you’re too fat for a bikini. 8. Going out to parties and making friends because you’re confident and beautiful. 9. Not wanting to cry every time you see your full body in a mirror/ reflection. 10. Not crying in general anymore. Finally being happy.

11 Reasons Why I'm Doing This

1. To be the skinny friend

2. So I can be lifted up and be called light

3. To wear anything and still look cute

4. To have pretty bones to show off

5. To hear those words; ‘Have you lost weight?’

6. To not feel guilty when having a sweet treat (occasionally!)

7. To wear tight jeans and not have a muffin top

8. To not want to cry every time I look in the mirror

9. To not feel embarrassed in a bikini or swimsuit

10. To sit on someone’s lap without fear of crushing them

11. To finally feel happy with myself

They are in the kitchen making dinner. It smells so good, and all you want to do is have some. But would that make you happy? Would that food actually do anything for you? Sure, it would taste good. But as soon as you swallow, it would be gone. You’d take a drink of water, and the taste would wash away. Five minutes of fun, and then you’d be full. Full of food, regret, hate, shame, and disgust. Today would be yet another day wasted. So go ahead, eat the food. Be the fat tub of lard you always have been. Or don’t. Don’t eat the food. Be a day closer to your goal.

The choice is yours.

[goldafterglow]

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Summary: Ezra buys a pretty thing for a pretty thing.

Request: hc about what renders Ezra speechless 😶 - @lose-eels (this is not even what you asked for but fuckin here ig im sorry sgkfjdshg)

Pairing: Ezra x reader

Word Count: 2.6k+

Warnings: a big fat drabble?, very really soft, not beta read and tbh barely even normal read i read this maybe twice oops

Author’s Note: i almost put this just like under the ask but I’m not gonna sit here and act like this is a drabble bc i’m a clown. i don’t want to talk about it. and spitting this out bc I was soft for Ezra and @mrpascals made me

Gif Cred: my wife and my baby @pascalplease

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He spies it in the open market while he’s stocking up on supplies.

The day is hot, the Sun bearing down on its disciples with a violent red fury, but it’s light is strong, bright. Everything is reflective, hot to the touch from boiling in the heat, and all of the creatures begin to melt together like dyed wax to form one big discernable blob, if you really squint. Ezra’s sweat escapes the barrier of his brows and leaks past his lashes, dragging across his eyes and stinging a little, blurring his vision and dripping onto his arms, but he doesn’t care. He’s far too exhilarated.

The market in itself is absolutely brilliant to him; he’s always been enthralled by this, by people and pretty things, and to be completely surrounded by both felt like something akin to sensory overload. His heart is racing at the sight of people traversing the dirt road, loitering and browsing through produce colored so vibrantly he wonders if the bright red apples and deep indigo berries have been dipped in the tinted glow of fairies that dance in the forest. And he’s utterly taken by the art and trinkets. He’s always had a little soft spot for art - a tender, exposed section of his beating flesh that is so sensitive, so delicate and so easy to provoke. And right now, he seems like he’s subject to a battering ram, pounding against his chest in the best way possible.

His eyes dart around quickly as he tries his best to take everything in. He finds himself cherishing every little interaction, every stranger whose shoulder he is forced to brush in an attempt to make his way through the market, every vendor that begs to him, calls to him to try “just one last berry sir. I’m sure your lover will be delighted by the raspberries from yesterday’s harvest.” He ended up buying a quaint six ounces just so that he could feed them to you. But that would be a treat for later.

And just like that, he is thinking of you. The prettiest, most beautiful thing. A sculpture with imperfections so perfect that he knows it must have taken eons to craft you out of gold and diamonds and the soft fluff of hummingbird feathers and butterfly wings. You are art, a walking, breathing, touchable piece that he gets to admire up close. It’s a privilege, really, to have been gifted with Kevva’s finest handiwork.

As his pupils peruse the stands, admiring his surroundings, they suddenly become frozen in place, permanently stuck on a little trinket that’s caught his attention: a necklace. The gem sitting in the center isn’t aurelac; it’s much more vibrant, much more dramatic and almost rainbow when he looks at it from different angles. The chain isn’t long, and knowing you the gem would fall right between your collarbones. He can already envision you wearing it, like a child flicking watercolors onto the Venus de Milo, but he wants to see his deep green paint draped around your shoulders. The way he sees it when you wear his clothing, when you’re adorned with bruises of his passion like stars adorn the sky, when you wear him. It’s intoxicating, seeing that he’s had any impact on your life and that you parade it around like a trophy. That you think about him without him prompting you to do so - not that he isn’t constantly in your presence. But he wants to buy it just so that he can see you wear it. Perhaps even only wear it.

He’s already thinking about how fucking gorgeous you would look in it. He is thinking about putting it on you, tugging on it ever so lightly in a way that signals to you - that is, rather than exerting any true force on you - that he wants a kiss. Perhaps pulling on it a little harder so that metal bites your skin and you can feel it, feel him digging into the soft flesh of your neck. Now he’s imagined a thousand scenarios in which he can have his way with you just by getting you to wear this piece, and he has to purchase it.

When the vendor finally hands it to him, packaged with care and placed deep into the hollow of a black velvet box, he finds that it barely fits in his pocket. He doesn’t care, though, because it’s too exquisite an accessory to be thrown in with the other supplies and it’s too precious for him to take it out of the box. He’s excited when he comes back to the pod, back home where you are.

Home is you.

He assumes you must’ve heard him come in, the pod door loud and rambunctious as he dumps the bags into the center of the pod space and then crawls in himself - it was hard enough with two arms, nonetheless one. He lets out a sight as if to let the excitement drain out his vessels and into the atmosphere of the cockpit, mingling with the peace and solitude to create a soft buzz that zings through his ears and vibrates his eyes. The exhilaration from being the market was utterly electric, but he is home now. He can crawl into you, let you absorb into him, and he likes how you can make his heart race a million miles and yet also pacify him, a cold compress to his aching soul to help reduce inflammation. He wants to maintain that semblance of the intricate pastel harmony, adorned in lilac and peach hues. So he stands in the middle of the cockpit and closes his eyes, lets himself sway to the rhythm of his lungs for a moment. Just a fraction of solitude, and he doesn’t mind because ever since he met you he has never felt lonely, not even when he’s alone. He always feels you with him.

Once his head has cleared, he palms at his pocket where the little black box still resides, as if to check that he hadn’t dreamt up some fantasy ornament that would look so perfect on you. It’s still there; of course it is, and he feels foolish for thinking that the pretty butterflies would have fluttered it out and flown it away, but sometimes he wonders if the same thing will ever happen to you. If one morning he will wake up and you will have migrated with the birdies, off to seek true warmth because you’re not real, because nothing so good as you could ever be caged by him.

He steps into your shared bedroom and spies you with your back to the entrance. The room is cool, but you’ve elected to wear his shirt, even foregoing pants. His favorite outfit of yours, and he knows you know it. You’re wearing headphones, something he’d picked up for you on your last supply run, and he can tell you’re playing one of those instrumental stations you so adore listening to when you were working. A mutely-colored map is stretched out onto the desk, and he’s not even sure you can focus the music because your mind is moving faster than your poor hand can keep up as you mark up a new dig site. He almost feels bad for interrupting you while you’re in such deep concentration, your forehead smashed into wrinkles without even noticing, but Ezra cannot resist his greed for your attention. Ever so gently, he places his hand on your shoulder from behind so as not to startle you.

You almost immediately register the delicate touch, turning the radio off and pulling your headphones off your ears so you can give this kind artist your undivided attention - Kevva herself knows he's earned it. You turn your head to face him, craning your neck back so you can take his softly smiling depiction like pressing a plush blanket into your face.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you coo, letting your pen fall tumultuously from your hand. The sound of it clanging against the table and then rolling around to a stop fills the room, but you can’t hear it; Ezra is talking now.

“Hey, sweet stardust,” he greets back, voice orange and warm like the heat that simmers under the stars during the summer at midnight.

Comfortable.

 “Hey” was never his preferred salutation, and he’d tried to omit it from his vocabulary for so long, but he started to notice that he likes it when you say to him. Like a little pearl of your voice, so sweet like honey with the honeycomb still mixed in, a little grainy and so cheeky.

“Did you get everything we need?” you ask, beginning to stand to that you can press a hand to his chest, grounding him to the pod and to your sanctuary soul. Ezra grins wide, unable to hide his excitement at your words.

“I in fact exceeded our needs, sweet rose bud,” he says with a pride that fills up your chest and makes you want to hold him tight because you love when he gets giddy like this, with the childlike enthusiasm of showing your parents the shitty drawing you made or your ugly macaroni art. Ezra is light, his tone airy. “I happened to spot a gem that reminded me of your vision and I couldn’t resist the urge to get it.”

You brow furrows a little, not out of confusion but out of curiosity. Ezra’s taste has always inspired you, and you knew his never ending quest for art is always in an attempt to find beauty in everything. You don’t even have to look at it to know that it will be stunning because his stamp of “pretty” approval is your gold standard.

He pulls the box out and opens it facing you so that you can get a good look, really admire it, and you are already taken by the shimmering pendant.

“Oh Ezra, it's - it’s utterly magnificent,” you gush, and he can spot that little glimmer in your eyes that you get when you’re looking at something that you’re enamored with; they way you look when you’re gazing at him. You raise your chin to look at him, his cheeks rosy with delight and sweet eyes crinkled at the corners. “Put it on me.”

It’s not so much of a demand as it is a gentle instruction; you know he wants to, know he’s been thinking about it since he bought it, and you want to be open to him. You want to invite him into your heart, inside of the flower garden of your chest, with open arms because he deserves to feel wanted.

You help him pull the chain out of the bottom of the box, keeping one end in your right hand and letting him take the clasp in his left. He wills himself to move slowly, to savor every little stimulation you send through his skin as he steps behind you. His fingers press against your clavicle, tracing along the bone before traveling up over the valley of your shoulder, tips of his hands brushing against your throat. He is feeling you, mapping out your body because he’ll never get to see an angel in his life but he’s certain you must be the spitting image.

You can feel his breath against your skin, hot and intoxicating as a small film of dampness coats your exposed back and neck. Your right hand rests at the nape of your neck, waiting expectantly, but you don’t rush him. He takes his sweet, sugary time, because the surface of your skin feels like he’s running his fingers through a field of silicone needles, firm but harmless as they stimulate a sensation he never knew he could feel before he touched you for the first time. You’re addictive, the best high he’s ever gotten, and he almost lets his hand lose all abandon and travel so carefully down the front of your body, palming your breast along the way and pressing right into your diaphragm before he keeps going down, down, down…

Almost.

But he will save it for a later time, especially since he’d been fantasizing about you wearing the necklace like a carefully chiseled bust is adorned with sashes. So finally, after what feels like hours of roaming and teasing, you feel that calloused, worn sensation of your lover’s fingers seeking solace against yours. You pin your breath to your lungs, not daring to let it go as you wait for the heavy release of his hand indicating that the necklace is secure. But even once you feel it, even as you let your right hand fall down at your side, Ezra does not take his hand off of you. You don’t want him to.

Slowly, so that he never has to cease his touch, you turn to face him. You’re still looking down at the pendant, in awe of how the gem rests so perfectly between your collarbones. You can’t see Ezra’s adoring gaze, his completely awestruck fixation on how ethereal you are to him. Like you’re emitting a golden glow, too hot to touch and yet begging, inviting his fingers to feel and press and hold. 

Celestial.

He feels his emotions expand in his stomach, diaphragm threatening to spasm. His hand trails up to your chin, palming your jaw as he tenderly lifts your line of sight so that he can see your pretty eyes.

“You’re divine,” he mumbles to you, not wanting to disrupt the tight silence, so tense he’s afraid of speaking too loud lest it break and snap against his cheek leaving an angry raised brand.

Overwhelmed with appreciation, you balance your hands on his shoulders and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, letting it linger so you can savor the honeysuckle dew on his skin. “I love it,” you whisper with a grin.

Ezra giggles.

When you pull back to face him proper, his face is utterly red. His smile reaches the lobes of his ears, bashful and boyish like his belly has just been tickled by the sweetest of baby chicks, and he can barely get a word out. He can’t speak. His mind is in overdrive, completely inundated with a blistering adoration for you and your approval because you said you loved it. His gift is not a splash of children’s watercolors; it is a clean swipe of gold running along your jaw, accenting your beauty and emphasizing just how exquisite you are to him.

“Yeah?” he managed, a soft giggle still passing his lips like the first cries of a baby deer, the first flutters of a newly hatched butterfly.

Adorable.

You can’t resist the urge to giggle back, placing a hand at the nape of his neck and pulling him in for a true kiss on his glittery lips. It only lasts seconds, however, because Ezra can’t stop smiling and you can’t stop giggling, so you both settle for the blissful solitude of pressing your foreheads against one another, breathing in each other's air and taking up the same space.

“It’s gorgeous, Ezra. Thank you,” you whisper lightly so that the wisps of air tickle his upper lip, and suddenly he is so inclined as to press his left arm into the small of your back so that you’re so much closer and kiss you the way you deserve; a dynamic series of long, deep, searing kisses that send you to the clouds and drop you into an endless pit of lavish fluff at the same time. You don’t know how he does this, makes you feel like you don’t exist and that there isn’t anything in the world but you and him, and you often wonder if it’s because Ezra is within you, or that your broken parts and his broken parts make some hauntingly majestic sculpture of its own; something better than the fucking Venus de Milo or Athena or Great Sphinx because it should be something so hideous and yet it feels to utterly priceless to you.

It’s precious.

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Heartbeat- Part 4

This is the fourth part in my Ben Hardy series involving Gwilym, I hope everyone will enjoy it.

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Summary: Ben and (Y/n) haven’t been together long when they find out their pregnant. But (Y/n) fears she’ll lose the baby after suffering miscarriages before with her ex, Gwilym who is making things complicated.

Enjoy.

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For what felt like the hundredth time in the space of five minutes, his hand moved back to hovering over the empty beer glass and his index finger started to swirl around the rim like he was collecting the sugar sticking to the edges. When he applied a bit of pressure to the glass, the round base started to lift from the table as it swirled around again and again, gaining more speed and momentum as it went until it was almost as fast as a spindle whirling around on the wooden table.

Ben could feel a pressure line being punctured into the pad of his index finger from the rim of the glass but he paid no mind to it as he continued to spin the glass, wondering if it would smash if he suddenly pulled his hand away or lost control over it.

He wasn't exactly bored out of his mind yet, he just didn't know what to contribute to the conversation that seemed to of run away without him.

The moment the conversation rolled around to drinks Ben was up on his feet before Joe even finished asking who needed another drink. Ben grabbed his glass and two others from the table before wandering over to the bar when he knew what the orders were.

The bar was rather packed but Ben managed to weave his way into a space, planting the glasses down in front of him before resting his elbows on the slightly sticky bar that needed the excess alcohol cleaning off of it. He arched his back and bent one knee forward until it touched the underneath of the bar, tipping his head at the waitress to signal he needed to place an order.

"Two beers, one coke and a shot of vodka please." The moment his order was placed and the glasses were taken from in front of him, Ben felt an elbow pushing against his own and a body fitting into the small space between him and the other stranger on his left.

His weight leaned onto his right arm and his head cocked to the side to get a look of whoever was pushing next to him to try and get an order placed but surprise flooded his pupils when he noticed it was Gwilym.

Very little exchange had happened between the two tonight and it was clearly making the group a bit awkward when they noticed the tension but Ben couldn't find the will to break the ice or try and be friendly. As much as he wanted to ignore the tension and try to be nice, he kept thinking back to what (Y/n) said and it made his exterior go cold and his expression harden. He couldn't see how Gwilym could think of (Y/n) in such a bad way and it rattled Ben's cage more than he would care to admit.

"A martini and a beer, thanks." Gwilym placed his order before he dared to cast a look over at Ben. When their eyes met, Ben dipped his head in an awkward acknowledgement but he didn't know what to say. "Can we try and act friendly? I know it's not fun but being out and not talking is awkward."

Ben had to admit that Gwilym was trying, he was breaking the ice and trying to make amends but Ben didn't know what to do. How could they get back to how they were before when they both knew Gwilym still had a thing for (Y/n) and Ben was hiding the baby from him? The moment that news came out all Hell was going to break loose but it was going to have to be dealt with soon.

"I'm not trying to be rude, mate. I just don't know what to say." Ben shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, keeping his eyes on Gwilym as he dug his hand in his back pocket to find his wallet ready for when he got the drinks.

Ben tapped his wallet against the bar out of the nervous habit of needing to be moving or doing something at every second of the day before he snapped the button undone when he saw the waitress coming over with the drinks. Ben peeled the wallet open, knowing he needed a new one since the leather was falling off at every corner and the lining was tearing apart.

But the moment he pulled out a ten pound note to pay, his head snapped to look at Gwilym when he suddenly reached out for the tattered wallet.

"What's that?"

"I'll get his too, keep the change." Ben pushed the money over to the waitress, his eyes telling her that he wasn't about to be robbed despite the way that Gwilym almost snatched his wallet out of confusion and curiosity.

Ben leaned his right elbow against the bar, turning himself around so he was facing Gwilym who was still holding his wallet even with the death grip Ben had on his tattered item. His brows rose in a rather tired expression but soon changed to one of worry and nervousness when he suddenly remembered what was in his wallet along with his money. His hand tightened to try and close his wallet and pull it to his chest but it was already too late by the time he realised what Gwilym had spotted.

"Mate don't-"

"Is... is this yours?" Gwilym was no longer looking up at Ben but at the piece of paper in his hand that he was almost crushing with the tight grip he had on it like he thought it was going to get lost in the wind.

"Gwil please-"

"Answer me."

"Yes." Ben had never seen one word hold the ability to crush a person's soul into dust until the moment that word slipped past his lips. He bit down hard on his lower lip but it didn't stop the pained expression from forming on his face or stop the sympathy from swelling up in his eyes.

He'd found the scan picture Ben stuffed into his wallet the other week. He didn't put it in the photo part of the wallet in case people saw so he stuffed it into the back where he kept the notes, hoping it would be hidden well enough not for people to notice. Gwilym was going to find out sooner or later but Ben had been praying that he and (Y/n) could sit down and tell him personally, they didn't want him to find out second hand from someone else and especially not like this. It made it seem like Ben and (Y/n) were never planning on telling him when that wasn't the case at all.

Gwilym looked like he'd had too much to drink and couldn't keep the alcohol down, his lips were pursing and pulling down at the corners like he was going to be sick but he couldn't do anything but stare at the picture like he was being shown the end of the world.

"(Y/n)'s pregnant?"

"Yeah, we we're going to tell you properly in a week or two." Ben looked away as he stuffed the photo into his back pocket when Gwilym almost threw it at him when he managed to tear his gaze away from it.

"How far along is she?" Gwilym ran a hand over his stubble but Ben could see he was refraining so hard from dragging his nails through his skin out of either anger or resentment, maybe both. He looked like he had been cheated and Ben could understand that but it didn't make it any easier to witness. It was almost as if Ben had done something wrong and he should be sorry. "How many weeks?"

"Fifteen." Ben could barely hear the other voices surrounding them at the bar or the music playing from the radio behind the bar. He could only hear the thumping of his heart against his chest and the uneven breaths leaving Gwilym's lips. He reminded Ben of the Hulk, trying so hard not to get angry to the point of becoming someone else.

The pain in Gwilym's eyes was evident because he'd never had his own child get to that stage. (Y/n) had been with Gwilym for years and yet she was with Ben for only a few months and had gotten further than she'd ever done in a pregnancy with Gwilym. It was wrong and even Ben could see that it wasn't fair, it was as if he'd walked in and ruined everything, like he stumbled upon them and showed them how to play the game properly. But Ben couldn't deny the relief he felt that nothing had gone terribly wrong with this pregnancy yet, it didn't seem fair but he was so glad it was going the way it was right now and he didn't care how wrong that was.

"She really did get what she wanted from you."

Gwilym spoke the words so quietly under his breath but Ben heard them nonetheless and it made his blood boil and his heartbeat rattle in his ears.

"Don't start that shit with me." Ben shook his head, his expression changing as his eyes narrowed cautiously. He didn't want to go down that road because it wouldn't be pretty. Turning to face the bar, Ben downed the shot of vodka, barely feeling it touching his throat before he grabbed the glasses and left the bar to go back to the group.

Ben didn't bother to say a word, he simply pulled out his pack of cigarettes and shook them to signal that he was heading out for a smoke. He knew well enough to know that Gwilym was going to follow him outside, neither of them were going to leave this conversation unfinished and they both knew that it was leading to an argument that was better to have outside than in the pub. Ben barely lit the cigarette between his lips before Gwilym appeared outside after him, his hands balled up into fists out of pain and resentment but he wasn't about to start throwing punches and they both knew it.

"Don't you find it a little suspicious that she moved right onto you and now she's pregnant? Why do you think she got with you so quickly?"

"Because she didn't love you anymore. This baby wasn't planned by either of us and we both know (Y/n) isn't heartless like you're making her out to be so stop right there. I'm sorry things didn't work out between you two but really, what do you want me to do?"

Ben pressed his foot against the wall behind him, taking a very long drag before he pulled the cigarette back, keeping it tightly pressed between his fingers as he looked over at Gwilym and blew the smoke out in his direction. He wasn't apologising for the way things turned out even if he was sorry (Y/n) and Gwilym couldn't work things out. But there was nothing that Ben could do about this now, he loved (Y/n), they were together and they were happy and expecting a baby. He didn't want to change things but he didn't know what Gwilym was expecting him to do about any of this.

"I never said she's heartless but she's desperate. She's always wanted a baby and she ended things between us because I told her I wouldn't try again for a baby. That's why she left and then you come along and she's on you in an instant. She may like you, but she wants a baby more than she wants you and that scan picture proves it."

"If you keep talking I won't be responsible for my actions. Why is it so wrong for her to want a baby? And don't think I don't know the way you've been looking at her, you call her desperate but you're just as bad wanting to be with her. After five years with her can't you tell when she looks at you that she doesn't love you anymore? She left you because she doesn't want to be with you, you're not so righteous and special Gwil, you're a lovesick puppy whose green with jealousy."

Ben stubbed out the half-finished cigarette with the tip of his shoe before he took a few daring steps closer to Gwilym. If he dared say anything else about (Y/n) like that Ben wasn't going to let him get away with it, no matter how upset he may feel. It wasn't right and it was rubbing Ben up the wrong way.

"She hasn't told you anything about her miscarriages, has she? Why don't you ask her what happened the last time she miscarried?"

There was something so broken yet so daring and provoking about Gwilym's voice that made Ben's hands curl into fists as his eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a snarl. There was a look in Gwilym's eyes that told Ben he knew something he didn't and it was aggravating to no end. Ben never asked about the miscarriages because it was upsetting and it wasn't any of his business because they weren't his children (Y/n) lost. That was between her and Gwilym, but the way Gwilym spoke made Ben feel cautious and uncertain and he hated it.

"What do you mean?"

"It wasn't just me who didn't want (Y/n) to get pregnant again."

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"Ben, he wasn't supposed to find out like that!" (Y/n) ran her fingers through her hair, brushing it out of her eyes that were desperate to roll to the back of her head. Her lips curled down in distaste, she could only imagine how Gwilym must be feeling after finding out in that way. She didn't exactly want to tell him herself but she wanted to tell him properly in the least.

"I didn't mean for it to happen but I couldn't stop him once he saw the photo." Ben folded his arms over his chest as his shoulders shrugged, there was nothing they could do about it now. They couldn't go back in time and tell Gwilym properly rather than having him find out the way he did.

"What's that look for?" (Y/n) narrowed her eyes, resting one arm over her slight bump so her hand could grab at her other arm out of nervous habit. She didn't understand the look Ben was giving her, it was like he was looking right through her trying to see her soul in search of answers he couldn't find.

"Tell me what happened when you miscarried."

"Excuse me?"

(Y/n) could barely feel her chest moving or the breath leaving and entering her lips when she processed what Ben just asked. Why was he suddenly asking her something like that? He'd never asked anything about her miscarriages before, he didn't ask how many she had suffered, when she had them, how bad they had been or how they affected her or how she got through them. Ben was fine without any details. But just then, his voice sounded so demanding yet without any emotion and it was almost frightening.

"What happened to make Gwil not want to have another baby with you? He wouldn't tell me but he seemed to think it would be some kind of revelation to me." Ben's expression was still blank but there was something in his tone that made (Y/n) shiver.

"Ben, I'm not doing this." (Y/n) couldn't keep her eyes on Ben but when she tried to walk past him, his hands grasped her arms and he moved in front of her, effectively blocking her path out of the living room to get away from him and this conversation she didn't want to have.

Her head tilted down to look at her feet but she could feel Ben's gaze burning into her to the point he was almost putting holes through her. She didn't want to have this conversation, she didn't think she would be talking about this with Ben, it was just a topic both of them seemed to avoid and that worked up until now. What had Gwilym said to him to rile him up and make him curious like this?

"You didn't see the look on his face when he talked to me, he was surprised and not just at the fact that we've gotten to fifteen weeks. How many miscarriages did you have?"

"It doesn't change anything-"

"Then what's the harm in telling me?"

Ben didn't stop (Y/n) when she backed up a few steps before moving to go and sit on the armchair. He followed after her but sat on the arm of the sofa so he was able to face her properly, he could see in her eyes that she was going to open up and talk to him but he wasn't so sure he really wanted the answers, knowing the kind of look Gwilym had given him. He wished Gwilym would have just told him everything straight but he seemed certain that (Y/n) should be the one to talk to Ben about it and that made Ben nervous about what he was going to be told.

"I... I had six miscarriages over four years with Gwil, this is the seventh time I've tried for a baby and the only time it seems to of worked." (Y/n) slouched in the chair, leaning her head against her right hand wishing she could curl up and disappear.

The moment she dared to look up at Ben, she saw the horror in his eyes and the way his breathing hitched in his throat like he'd taken a punch to the gut.

Six.

He knew (Y/n) had gone through at least three miscarriages when she said that was when they ran tests to see if there were any problems. He thought at a stretch she would have gone through four, but six was a different league entirely. How could she have gone through that so many times and still be okay, how could (Y/n) still want a baby after that many traumas?

"Six, (Y/n)... that's serious, you didn't think that was something to tell me?"

"No because then you would have believed we'd lose the baby like I did. I didn't want to talk about it and you didn't ask."

(Y/n) knew if she told Ben about how many miscarriages she had then he would worry and panic just like she was and it wouldn't be good having both of them panicking like headless chickens. Nor did she want to go through telling him about it like she was now.

"What happened the last time you miscarried?" Ben's head tipped to the side when (Y/n) didn't respond for a few moments, nor could she manage to keep eye contact with him the moment he asked the question. Leaning over the small distance, Ben took (Y/n)'s hand in his own but he was shocked to find her shaking. Her other hand moved from propping up her chin to pressing to her mouth as she willed the tears not to fall. She knew what Ben was going to think when she told him and she knew whatever Gwilym had said would only influence Ben's thoughts.

"It doesn't matter." (Y/n) bit her lip as she looked over at Ben, her eyes begging for him to trust her and drop the subject but she knew trying was useless.

"Baby, please, tell me."

"The first two times it happened it was just like losing one of the twins, blood and a bit of pain. The third time I got an infection, had to go to hospital. The fourth time was the easiest, no blood or pain at all, we didn't find out until the scan that I'd lost them." (Y/n) tightened her hand the more she spoke until she was sure she was going to sever Ben's hand from his wrist.

(Y/n) wished that if she had to miscarry, it would be the same as when she lost one of the twins a few weeks ago. Just a bit of blood and the tiniest bit of uncomfortable pain. The fourth time was the worst because it was the easiest, (Y/n) had no blood, no pain, no indication that anything was wrong until she got into that scan and didn't hear a heartbeat or see any little blip on the screen.

"I got to fourteen weeks the fifth time, w-we thought that was it, I had a bump and everything... then the bleeding started but it wouldn't stop for three days, is just got worse so Gwil took me to hospital. The doctor said he didn't know why I couldn't carry a baby but that I shouldn't keep trying a-and I almost did."

(Y/n) had hope the fifth time, just for a little while she thought that was it, she though her and Gwil were finally going to be able to have a family of their own. When she lost the baby (Y/n) thought that was it, that was the closest she was ever going to get to having a baby and she didn't want to go through that again. To wake up in the middle of the night with blood covering the bed and then spend the next three days wondering if she was ever going to stop seeing blood before her eyes.

"The last time... I didn't tell Gwil, I only just found out about the baby. H-he came home one day and I'd collapsed, I lost the baby and had internal bleeding. I got sepsis and stayed in hospital for a few weeks and Gwil said he wouldn't try again for a baby."

"You should have told me." Ben let go of (Y/n)'s hand to rake his fingers through his hair, his other hand gripping his thigh until he could feel his nails puncturing through his skin.

"It's in the past-"

"No, (Y/n) it's not. You know you should have told me when you knew you were pregnant or before because this could have hurt you, it could have killed you! You've had bleeding almost every time you miscarried and you've had sepsis that could have killed you. What if you lost both the twins, what if you got sepsis again? If you told me-"

"You'd say the same thing Gwil did, you wouldn't want me to get pregnant would you? You think I planned this, just like Gwil said."

Tears started to fall from (Y/n)'s eyes as she moved her hand to her stomach, knowing exactly what Ben was thinking. If she told him about all the miscarriages he would be sceptical about even thinking of a future with a baby with (Y/n). If she told him about how the last one went when she got pregnant Ben would worry she would become ill and if she told him before she was pregnant he would make sure they didn't have a baby.

(Y/n) didn't plan this, she didn't trick Ben into getting her pregnant and she didn't tell him about her past because it was hurtful. This wasn't an elaborate game, this was how things had planned out.

Surprise flooded (Y/n)'s eyes when Ben got up but he didn't walk away, instead he kneeled down on the floor between her legs, moving his arms to wrap around her as he rested his chin on her thigh. He looked like he was about to burst into tears at any given moment but he was trying so hard not to and he was trying to understand.

"Maybe... maybe I wouldn't want you to get pregnant because I want you to be safe and not at risk. But you're pregnant now and you're okay, I wouldn't change this for anything."

Ben knew deep down if he had known about all of this before he would have made sure that a baby wasn't a possibility because it wasn't fair and it was dangerous. (Y/n) was more at risk of something going wrong because of her history with pregnancies and if she got sepsis again it could be fatal, Ben would never want to risk her health like that. But it had happened this way and he wouldn't change it for anything because they were having a baby, they were happy and things were going smoothly right now.

Ben wouldn't go back and change things even if he could.

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In a strange sort of happenstance, things seemingly balancedout in life for you and your boys. Brahms, the brat he is, of course demandedmore and more attention, but what else could you expect from him? And Billy,despite swinging wildly between manic states and lulls of stability, had verylittle to complain about. Or at least you thought he did, it was hard to tellat times.

You could no longer follow the Heelshire’s strict routinethat they had set up. You had already broken quite a few rules, but it reallyhit you in the face when you had to adjust Brahms’ nighttime routine.

Everyone, expectedly, demanded to sleep in your bed,although the bed that Brahms had been slepping in before would be much morefitting. Before Brahms threw a fit and ran away, he would sleep in the masterbedroom and there was little you could do from Billy slipping into your bedafter he had been tucked in.

He tends to cause a ruckus, make unsettling noises, and rubhimself against you in a crude attempt to get you aroused. He moans loudly,jerks himself off regardless of if you join him or not, and spills filth fromhis mouth as he worked his cock over your body. If you let him, he lathes yourbody in kisses, or sucked and moaned around your fingers.

But he never touches you, never crosses the barrier ofpleasuring you until you gave him that look, and say in that low, sultry voiceof your, “C'mere Billy. I want you to be a naughty boy.” And he leaps on thechance to give you what he promised, even though he is usually too shy to do/everything/ he wants.

Throwing Brahms into the mix complicated and simplifiedthings.

Once the three of you become an item (or a situation, as youprefer), Brahms of course moves right into your bed. He demands to be tuckedinto bed and given his goodnight kiss, even if he always ends up kicking offthe covers and wrapping around you the moment you settled yourself in bed. Youhave Brahms on one side, rubbing his face to yours and running his hands alongyour body, and Billy on the others, arms around your waist and face pressedinto your stomach like he didn’t need to breath.

Billy tries to be more courteous at night, taking care ofhimself in the bathroom. But there are nights he crawls into bed and discreetlyworks himself pressed up tight to your body and stuffs his fingers into hismouth to muffle his cries and whines. Brahms huffs and tosses himself to hisother side and presses his hands tight to his ears.

It’s not like you can exactly blame Billy. It isn’t apleasant thing to have such an active and high sex drive and developing suchdeep rooted need to get off before he could even think about sleeping is evenworse. You are working to fix that, but thing are progressing at a snail'space.

Brahms just sees it as more attention Billy is taking awayfrom him.

He thinks he's being so coy when he strips and starts toplay with himself when he knows you will be coming any minute to get him readyfor bed. His nude body is on display for you to view, and he makes sure thathis cock is front and center.

You are focused on the alarm clock in your hands when youwalk in, and don’t immediately see him sprawled on his old bed. “Brahmsy, timefor...” you jerk back when you finally look and see him looking at you withblown eyes, slowly working his cock. His breathing is loud and shaky underneathhis mask. “...bed.”

He says your name, low and grumbling in his chest, watching youintently as you make your way to the side of the bed. Your fingers are hesitantand light when you run them down the side of his masked face, along his jaw,and down his neck. Brahms shakes like a leaf under your touch, pushing up intoyour hand when you let it rest on the crook of his neck.

He says your name again, this time in a desperate whine, andhis strokes become more erratic, smearing his pre-cum that was beading on thetip.

“Brahmsy,” you say, keeping your voice steady. “Go to bed.”You lovingly pet his hair, but you can see the beginnings of irritation on hisface. Before he can growl out your name, you cut him off. “I want you to get up- don’t put your clothes back on. Get up, then go lay down in my bed, and waitfor me until I’m done getting ready. If you’re a good boy, I’ll give you whatyou want."

His breathing had picked up as he listened raptly to eachword coming from your mouth. He almost starts hyperventilating when you leandown and let your lips graze against his ear lobe. "And if you play nicewith Billy, I’ll give you a very special treat.”

You let a hand run down his furry chest before stepping backand running your eyes down his form. When he doesn’t immediately leave, it onlytakes a nod of your head to the door to send him scampering.

Billy’s already in bed, eyes foggy but drowsy. He perks upwhen he sees Brahms come in, but sits up when he sees the state he’s in. Theway oversized t-shirt he wears does absolutely nothing to hide his record-timeerection.

Billy shoves the fingertips of one hand into his mouth,chewing and slobbering on them while Brahms walks up and towers over him. “Wantme to su-suck your f-ffucking juicy cock, pretty Brahmsy?” he says around hisfingers, staring up at him with those big, awful eyes. “I’m going to wrapmuh-my lips around you, a-an-and drink your pretty pink dick up. Let you fuckmy th-throat.” He settles his free hand on Brahms hip, grinning and gigglingaround his fingers.

Brahms doesn’t say anything, but he pushes Billy back ontothe bed and crawls over him, hands on either side of his head. He decides thatBilly isn’t all that bad looking.

He has soft, honey brown hair, pale green eyes, and thispale body hair that barely stands out from his skin. He is bone thin, but youhad been feeding him up and exercising him properly, like you had with Brahmswhen he first came out of the walls. The muscles in his body are becoming moretoned, but covered by a thin layer of fat.

And as much as he loathes to admit it, Billy made him pop uncomfortableboners more often than he would like. Sometimes it makes sense to him, likewhen he would tear off his clothes in a manic fit, or jerking himself off inthe middle of the house.

But there were moments that confuses him, like when Billybashfully let Brahms tie the apron behind him, or when he brushed his hairbehind his ear when handing something to you, or when he was splayed across thebed early in the morning, having finally worn himself out, and the sun stripedhim with golden rays.

He knows not to react or say anything when you walk in,wearing /Brahms'/ pajamas, and sit yourself squarely in an armchair, one legthrown over the armrest.

Billy goes to squeal something, but Brahms reacts quickly byhiking up his shirt, running his hands firmly up his sides. He lets out a high,breathy moan when Brahms circles his nipples with his thumbs. In response,Billy jerks his hips, rubbing his dick along the V of Brahms’ groin.

In a show of surprising strength, Billy wraps his armsaround Brahms’ torso and hold his close, rutting against him. He places aseries of messy kisses to the lips of Brahms’ mask, making the porcelainglisten in the lamp light.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Billy yells, jarring andcoarse. His body is a trembling mess, letting out a long, sharp whine."Split me in half with your big fucking cock!"

Brahms jerks back, and hold Billy down the mattress by hiswrists. "You're being naughty," he slips into his childish voice,staring down at Billy's writhing body. "Naughty boys don't get toplay."

"Filthy Billy, filthy nasty Billy," suddenly, hisvoice goes shrill. "Billy! What are you doing to the baby!" His chestis heaving, and he thrashes violently from side to side, trying to loosen hiswrists.

You tense up, and go to jump up. It was oh, so easy forBilly to get too excited, too overwhelmed. Set off by any little thing. "Shhh,you're naughty, not filthy. You're pretty Billy, a very pretty boy."

Billy freezes and looks up with wide, unbelieving eyes."P-pretty?" he asks, voice quiet and soft. "Pretty Brahmsy,th-thinks Billy's pretty?"

"Very. Can I kiss you?" Brahms asks, letting hiswrists go.

Billy nods rapidly, his splaying around his head like ahalo. "K-kiss me, please."

Brahms looks over to you, where you relax down in your seat,before staring back at Billy. He reaches up and removes his mask hesitantly,letting it fall to the carpeted floor. It feels raw and strange, and Brahmswants to duck his head away.

But Billy grabs his cheeks reverently, and drinks in everydetail of Brahms's face before pulling him down.

Brahms tries to keep their kiss deep and slow and burninghot, but Billy can't help but cling tight and make it sloppy, wet, and tooerotic for you to watch.

You're practically swimming in his clothes, so it takes verylittle effort to slide them off.

Brahms hears the click of a lid bottle, and when he glancesover to you out of the corner of his eyes. His breath catches in his throat. Henearly pulls away when he catches your fingers slicked with lubricant, andslipping into yourself. Your face barely changes when they breach your hole,but your eyes are hooded as you watch Brahms and Billy.

Brahms lets his kisses drift away from Billy's mouth. Downhis neck and chest. The laughs Billy makes when his beard brushes against thatsoftened, but still concave, stomach makes his head feel light. Brahms slipsdown between his legs, hoisting them over his shoulders, and kisses the insideof Billy's thighs while he figures out how to tackle the daunting task in frontof him.

It's not like he's ever sucked a dick before. Or had sexwith anyone. Of course, he's jerks himself off, and there was the instance whenhe ran way. You had started holding and touching him in more romantic ways, butnothing ever ventured past over the clothes petting and heady kisses.

His knowledge on straight sex were outdated, but plentifulin the old novels mummy tried hiding from him. But when it came to a man beingwith another man... There was an incident where Malcom had been strong armedinto being a temporary nanny when daddy broke his arm, and he and mummy had tostay in the hospital for a few days.

From the years and years of being the grocery boy, he knewhow to handle things around the house, and Brahms doesn't entirely hatehim. He had made a decent nanny, even if he wasn't warm and loving to the doll.

Brahms had, naturally, riffled through the duffle bag thatwas brought, only taking a pair of dirty boxers and hidden magazine.

A naughty magazine with images of men wrapped aroundeach other, doing such dirty things to each other.

The thought of two men together... It was nothing Brahmsever imagined before and opened up so many doors when he partook in his ownpleasure. He was tempted to trap Malcom, keep him as his own to experimentwith, but he would never do as a proper nanny. Malcom was best as someone whodelivered groceries and took away the trash.

There were some nights, before you, when Brahms was cold andlonely, curled up on himself, that he wished he did so he could have someone tohold against himself. To tell him he was a good boy, and was handsome, and wasloved.

In the particular magazine that he saw a man sucking anotherman's dick. Brahms considered it a plus that unlike you, germs didn't botherhim all too much.

He pokes his tongue out, and gave a tentative lick to theunderside of Billy's dick (which despite his insistence was "big and fat",was an average length and a little on the leaner side).

It is enough to cause Billy to jolt and clasp a hand overhis mouth. It didn't do very much to hide to long, keening shout from rippingout of his throat. It devolved into moans when Brahms closes his lips aroundthe head, pulling Billy's cock into his hot, wet mouth.

Billy's thighs shake and jerk under his hands, while hishands wind tightly in his own hair. He tugs and musses up his already untidyhair while Brahms slowly works his cock. So so so so warm, and Brahms doesn'topen his mouth up wide enough, so whenever his molars graze Billy's sensitiveshaft, his hips jump, and he can't stop the litany of breathless moans fromspilling from his lips.

"Oh, oh, oh oh! Please, please pretty Brahmsy," heonly pauses to take in sharp, gasping breaths, and thrusting hard enough tosend the tip of his dick slipping down Brahm's throat, who gags and groans atthe intrusion. It only eggs Billy on, to fist Brahms' hair and fucking hismouth, his free hand gripping the sheet tightly.

And Brahms, well it stung and made tears well in the cornerof his eyes when Billy uses him like this, too caught up in his own pleasureinduced mania to recognize or care for Brahms' discomfort. But he can see you,three fingers deep, muffling yourself, face flushed, and watching them withsuch focused intent.

And all of that will be his if he can put up with Billybeing a bit rough. Of course, his erection hasn't flagged, and he's smearingpre-cum on the duvet. He doesn't know if it's his favorite, but he consoleshimself that at least he can take some please out of being used. Maybe morethan he is willing to admit.

If Billy was any bigger, it would hurt more, but it's onlythe head of Billy's dick that's forcing its way into his throat.

Well, forcing is a bit too harsh of a word. Brahms had triedhis best to keep his mouth and throat slack when Billy had taken control. Heneeds to be a very, very good boy for you. He needs to stop himself fromthrowing Billy off, not that he wanted to as much anymore, and hold back thetears that threaten to spill down his cheeks from arousing discomfort.

Mummy always disapproved whenever he would cry, no matterthe reason. If he had been scolded, or daddy had spanked him for being naughty,or he had slipped and fallen inside the walls and now his arm was bent at aweird angle. And you had already rolled your eyes and huffed when he would crywhen you were upset with him.

So if you saw him crying now, certainly you would see him asbeing bad, and you would change your mind.

Billy suddenly thrusts up hard, until Brahms’ nose isburrowed into the soft thatch of pubes at the base of his dick. His mouth isopen in a silent scream, but nothing but small, choked sounds come out. Ropeystrands of cum pulse out of his dick and directly down Brahms' throat like whenmummy would force-feed him when he was sick.

And as much as he wants to gag up the warm cum that wasstruggling to settle in his stomach, he wasn't a bad boy. Brahms wants you,badly, and he will do anything for that. Billy sags down and almost melts intothe plush covers and mattress. His eyes flutter shut, but not all the way. Thehand that's in his hair relaxes, and Billy instead uses it to pet the wild messof curls. "You have a wonderful mouth, so, so pink and hot," hegiggled softly and let his hand fall away.

Brahms immediately gets up, and loomed over you. "Iwas good, I played nice. Can I have my reward now?" Even at his fullheight and how demanding he sounds, anxiety crawls through his veins like ants.

"Oh Brahmsy," you gasp when you remove yourfingers. "You were so, so good. A very good boy, and you were so beautifulwith Billy."

A wide grin spreads on his lips when he hears you, and hebounces on his feet, holding his hands behind his back.

"Now go sit down on the edge of the bed for me, andI'll give you your special treat, alright?"

Brahms had never moved faster in his life then he did then,perched and back straight. But it isn't like you were in much of a hurry.

You strut over, wrap your hands around his shoulder, andhold tight when you crawl onto his lap. You can feel his burning member twitchagainst your ass as you slowly grind down on it, relishing in his whimpers andthe desperate look grimacing on his face.

His hands fly to your waist, and pull you down harderagainst him. "Please, I want you so bad," he whines, tuckinghis face next yours. He can't let you see how badly he needs this, although youalready knew as much.

You grab his dick, making his hands squeeze a little bittighter, and line it up with your entrance. "Shhh, don't worry. I'll takecare of your Brahms," you assure in a low voice, slowly sinking down onhim. You had seen his dick dozens of times, you knew how big it was, and yet itstill took you by surprise.

Brahms thrusting up to the hilt as soon as he is in doesn't helpat much. And you want to scold him, but it is such a dizzying rush when hefucks into you like a starving man. He wraps his arms around you, and holds youso close that it is a struggle to pull away to get face to face with him as hefucks you good and deep.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper in awe,ghosting your lips over his. That's also not much of a shocker, but much likehis dick, it also takes you by surprise. Instead of him thrusting too suddenlyhelping, it is his wet eyes and the way he looks at you like he is never goingto see you again.

Brahms lets out a pained sound, and those tears spills downhis face. He goes to hide against your neck, but you cup his cheeks in yourhands. You kiss him, slowly and pouring your heart into it, and Brahms kissedback just as, if not more, intensely.

Though his trusting has stuttered, he still continues on.When you pull away, you stare at him with the sweetest smile he had ever seen."You make me and Billy so, so happy Brahms. I love you so much."

Brahms sobs, loudly, and clutches you tightly against him.He thrusts in a few more time, hard and frantic, letting out little moans frombetween his crying, before going still and filling you with his cum as hebabbles incoherently against your lip. And God, if that doesn't finish you off,you don't know what would have.

Both of you fall back in bed, over a quite content Billy’slegs. Brahms is still holding you and crying, though quieter, and presseskisses to your lips.

You prop yourself up on an elbow, gazing down at him withnothing but love in your eyes, and it only makes the tears come out harder. Youbrush away the tears on the burned side of his face with your thumb. "Ohsweetie, if this was too much for you, you should have told me. We could'vestopped whenever you wanted."

He shakes his head, holding your hand against his cheek, butturns to look away. "I-I-I /wanted/ this, more than anything," hesays quietly, but in his adult voice. "But I don't like it when you lie tome."

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"Loving me. You don't, I know you don't. Not fully. Ifyou love Billy too, how can you love me completely?"

Billy, who had been floating in a state somewhere betweenrest and consciousness, shoots up. "But I love you too, pretty Brahmsy!Both of us loving you makes up for it!"

He cringes when you laugh, but calms down just fine enoughwhen you lean down for a long kiss. "Brahmsy, even though they weren't thebest parents, you still loved both your mom and dad, right? You didn't love oneof the less just because you love the other, right?" When he nods, yougive him another kiss. "It's the same with you and Billy. I love both ofyou, very, very deeply. My love isn't a finite resource."

"Thennn, you have double the love, because I love youtoo," Billy assures, in a higher tone but still his own voice. ThoughBrahms tries to squirm away, Brahms lets him give a kiss. "Because you'reso pretty, and you understand, and I like it when you hold me when I'm being anasty." He rubs his nose against Brahms'.

You smile as you watch them, and get yourself up fromBrahms. You his cum trickles out of you, and as much as that turns you on, youdon't think you could take anymore. "I'm going to go get cleaned up,"leaning over to pick up Brahms' pajamas that you discarded, you can feel himcum leaking out of you and running down your leg.

You clench up and bite your bottom lip at the sensation.Christ, Brahms came /a lot/, more than any other guy you had seen. You swap hispajamas for the tissue he was using to wipe his dick on. "Go get comfy,sweetie."

When you leave, Billy squirms to take up his favoriteposition in the middle of the bed, pulling his shirt down to cover himself.Brahms doesn't bother buttoning up his shirt, instead slips under the coversnext to Billy. He tosses around an idea in his mind for a few moments, beforewrapping himself around Billy like a body pillow.

Billy only freezes up briefly, before aggressively worminghis way closer to Brahms. He lets out a delighted giggle, and slips his handsunder Brahms' shirt and rubs his back. "Warm..." he mutters over andover again, nosing Brahms' furry chest. A large rushing sigh comes out from hismouth as he stops his seemingly unstoppable shivers and sinks into Brahms.

"Kiss?" Brahms asks, struggle not to slip into hischildish voice.

Billy leans his head up, eyes clear and focused and warm ina way Brahms had never seem. He gives Brahms a slow, chaste kiss, beforeburrowing back into his chest again.

He's already lightly snoring by the time you make it back.

You slide in on the opposite side of Billy, but everyone isso close together, Brahms can get his arms around you as well, and press yourforeheads together. You tilt your head slightly to give him another quick kiss."Goodnight Brahmsy," you whisper.

Brahms doesn't say anything, but he squeezes your hand tightly. 

[badwolfwrites-sometimes]

Drawn Together: Chapter 16

I may or may not have forgotten to post this chapter here for a while... Anyway, there are 5 references to other pieces of Hetalia work, see if you can get them all right. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18923374/chapters/57211975

♡~Feli~♡: Ludwig

Ludwig: Yes?

♡~Feli~♡: Im sad

Ludwig: Why are you sad?

♡~Feli~♡: Mirror me is ugly ♡~Feli~♡: I have these dumb fat cheeks and this stupid baby face and this fat body ♡~Feli~♡: No matter how hard i try i cant lose them ♡~Feli~♡: Ill never be manly enough for girls to like me

Ludwig: Feliciano are you crying?

♡~Feli~♡: Ofc im crying ♡~Feli~♡: I just look so dumb no wonder ppl call me stupid

Ludwig: Okay, take a deep breath Ludwig: You only look ugly to yourself because you are crying Ludwig: You aren't dumb and you aren't ugly Ludwig: And I am pretty sure there are some girls out there that will like you Ludwig: Have you eaten anything today?

♡~Feli~♡: No ♡~Feli~♡: Im already fat enough i dont deserve more food

Ludwig: Feliciano Ludwig: Losing weight isn't about not eating at all Ludwig: Not that you have any to lose, you look perfectly fit in your pictures Ludwig: Once you stop crying go eat something Ludwig: You will feel much better

♡~Feli~♡: But ill still be fat and ill still have this stupid baby face

Ludwig: They are alright Feliciano Ludwig: They are barely noticable Ludwig: Now will you please go eat something

♡~Feli~♡: Okay

Ludwig: Good Ludwig: I am worried about you, do you think we could have another video call?

♡~Feli~♡: Let me dry my tears first

Feliciano took his time calming down. He made himself some tea and grabbed the leftover pizza from the fridge. Today, he was alone in the house, a feeling that worsened his melancholy. There was no one to hold him and cuddle him and tell him that things are okay. There was no one to yell at him and tell him to pull himself together and do something useful in life before whispering to him that he's beautiful. Feliciano craved those moments today.

He didn't even warm up his pizza before eating it like it was straight out of a famous Italian restaurant. His tea left forgotten as he dined, only the soft smell of cinnamon strong enough to calm his nerves down. It wasn't the time to be depressed, he had Ludwig to talk to. Finishing off his pizza, he grabbed his tea and retreated to his room, turning on Skype.

♡~Feli~♡: Okay im calm you can skype me now

Ludwig: Alright, let me just turn on my laptop

A few minutes later, Feliciano got the Skype notification on his computer. Accepting the call, he was met with the usual Ludwig business, bringing a smile to his face.

Ludwig was dressed properly, nothing too fancy, but also not in pajamas like Feliciano was. His hair was neatly slicked back and his room as tidy as always. Same couldn't be said about Feliciano.

On top of wearing pj's all day everyday, Feliciano was tightly wrapped up in a thick blanket like it was in the middle of winter and not plain old May. His eyes were still noticeably red and puffy, but Ludwig wouldn't comment on that even if it killed him. To add to the sad wintery atmosphere Feliciano had going on, between his hands, he was cuddling a colorful cup covered in stars.

Said cup was the first thing Feliciano noticed Ludwig was staring at. "Do you like it? I made it myself when I was a kid." He smiled.

Ludwig nodded, clearing his throat. "Yes. It really fits you, I must admit."

Feliciano giggled, feeling a bit of a sting from his eyes. He will probably have a headache in the morning.

"Are you feeling better?" Ludwig continued. "Did you eat anything?"

Feliciano nodded. "I had some leftover pizza so I ate that. And now I'm drinking tea to feel good about myself."

"Good. That is good."

"I guess."

"Do you feel better now that you had something to eat?" Ludwig asked, his concern for Feliciano noticeable in his voice.

"Yeah, I think. Sorry I worried you like that."

"Don't be. If anything, I am glad that you spoke to me about it. I know how you feel. I was a chubby kid too."

"How did you lose weight?"

"I didn't. Growing up, my weight just transferred into muscles and I trained for a while. None of it went away."

"Well, that's comforting." Feliciano sighed sadly. "I can't keep a training schedule to save my life. Especially now that I am out of school and do nothing all day."

"You just need something to push you to do it." Ludwig said. "How about a dare?"

"A dare? Are we playing truth or dare?"

"We can if you want to."

"Okay. What's your dare?"

"I dare you to do 3 pushups every day for the next month."

Feliciano nearly spat out some of the tea he was drinking. "Three?! I can barely do 1!"

"It is a dare, you have to do it." Ludwig almost smirked.

"Only if you do something as well."

Ludwig was about to start regretting his decision. "What is it?"

Feliciano thought hard for a while, before coming up with a challenge long and hard enough for Ludwig to do it. "You told me once you weren't much of an artist."

"Yes." Ludwig was definitely regretting playing this game.

"I want you to paint me a picture of what made you happy that day. Every day. For the next month." Feliciano smirked.

"Does it have to be a painting?" Ludwig meekly asked. "You know how busy my schedule is."

"No, but it has to be colorful. And I want them sent to me by 11 p.m. ever day."

"You really like challenges, don't you?"

"You dared me first. Now you have to do it too."

"Fine." Ludwig relaxed in his chair. "It is my turn I believe." He took his time thinking about the perfect question. "If you could only see one color for the rest of your life, which one would it be?"

Taken a bit by surprise, Feliciano thought for a while, looking around to spot a color which stood out the most to him. The sea was calm today, that got his attention, so calm it was almost calling for him, so, so very... "Blue." He said out loud, without realizing it.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me." Ludwig's voice pulled Feliciano out of his trance. "I would like to see brown mostly."

Feliciano's face almost twisted at the word brown. Why brown? It doesn't even stand out that much in nature, it's just darker orange and an ugly mix of colors together. "Why?"

Ludwig smiled. "My dogs are mostly brown." Well that explained a lot.

"I should have expected that." Feliciano laughed. "My turn. Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

An awkward question to ask Ludwig, Feliciano noticed. His cheeks have gotten a shade or two darker than usual, something that would probably go unnoticeable if he wasn't so pale. Regardless, Feliciano just had to know.

Ludwig breathed in. "No. I don't even have a female friend that isn't family to me."

"You've never dated?" Feliciano asked in surprise. And Ludwig was so good looking?

Ludwig shook his head, slightly embarrassed. "I get it that I haven't, but you? Look," Feliciano started, "when I come to Germany, we'll go hunting for ladies so that neither of us are single ever again, okay?"

It was no use in arguing over girls with Feliciano, so Ludwig just gave in. "Why are you so obsessed with them anyway?"

"Is that the next question?" Feliciano asked.

"Yes."

Feliciano thought for a bit. "I think it's because I have multiple personalities living inside of me." He pointed to his chest. "One is your regular flirty Italian, the other is a sad bastard and the third one is just a huge lesbian."

Ludwig laughed, but Feliciano continued. "I think we all have a female part inside of us, mine just happens to like girls more than normal."

"Okay, if you say so." Ludwig still had to recover from his laughing fit.

"Also, lately I've been having these strange dreams. Like, one time I dreamed I was stuck in a dreamworld and it was all really beautiful and nice, but I would die if I stayed for too long. And you were coming to save me." Feliciano rambled. "Would you come save me from the dreamworld, Ludwig?"

"Of course I would." Truth to be told, Ludwig wasn't following Feliciano much.

"Aw, thank you. Anyway, that's not even the weirdest. I dreamed about this guy Steve one time, only he wasn't actually a guy but some alien creature. And he had this big mansion and I was stuck in there and I couldn't escape and it was so horrifying." Feliciano shivered at the memory of his dream.

"I must admit that it does sound horrifying. Especially if you happen to be claustrophobic." Ludwig said. "Now that you mention it, I've been having some strange dreams as well. And for some reason, you are always in them."

That peaked Feliciano's interest. Not that he wasn't interested in the first place. "Oh, I wanna hear! I wanna hear!"

"Well, one time I was a pilot during World War 2 and I was stationed in Italy and I met you, but then something happened and I had to leave. My plane crashed and I was imprisoned and you came to save me, then..." Ludwig stopped. "I don't recall what happened next, but it ended nicely, I think. I just remember flying a Messerschmitt Bf 109."

"Mrs. What?" Feliciano asked.

"Messerschmitt. It was a German fighter plane in World War 2. It was a rival plane to Spitfire and had a yellow nose."

Feliciano laughed. "I'll forget it's name, but at least I'll know it had a yellow nose."

"That is all you need to know." Ludwig continued. "Then I had another dream and it was poker themed. I was the king of hearts and you were my queen. That is pretty much all I remember from it."

"You must think so highly of me to make me your queen, I'm flattered." Feliciano giggled. "What do you think these dreams mean?"

"No idea, but I wish I knew. Maybe, they represent our bond with each other as friends."

"Maybe. Maybe they are telling us of our past lives and all that. Like your war one."

"I want to stop you because if you start talking like that, we will never leave the topic of dreams."

Feliciano laughed, glad that Ludwig was listening to him by stopping him from going too far with his talking. "When will you come to Italy, Ludwig? We could have so much fun."

"As soon as I have some more free time, I will pay you a visit."

"Yes! We can go on tour of Rome and I could show you the Colosseum and The Pantheon and Bocca della Verita and I could show you our beaches and we would have so much fun!"

"You sound like you have already planned everything out."

"That's just one possibility. I could give you a tour of all of Italy if you want. You just have to come here first."

Ludwig attempted his nicest smile. And failed. Feliciano was so excited about all of this. "Would you show me the Rialto Bridge as well?"

It would be a lie to say Feliciano's eyes didn't glow at this point. "Of course I would! And maybe you can bring your girlfriend, if you get one in time, and you can do the kiss scene from the book! You can even get married! Can I be your best man, please?"

"You will have to fight Gilbert for that position. I doubt he would just give it away."

"Gilbert, you are a worthy opponent. But I must take you down for the sake of providing myself the glorious Best Man position." Feliciano delivered the speech. "I can do best wedding speeches, I think Gilbert is already losing."

"We will see." Ludwig laughed. "But wouldn't you want to be your brother's best man?"

"I'm the odd one out, they got each other. Aside from you, I don't have much options on who else to have as my best man." Feliciano sighed.

"Well, that is really sad. I probably won't marry at all, so if you get married, I can still be your best man." Ludwig said.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Yes."

"But what about Gilbert?"

"I admire you for believing that he would get married, but I doubt that would be the case."

"Harsh truth." Feliciano laughed. "I hope Lovi can get married. If not here, he could get married somewhere else."

"One day it might be possible."

"One day when the world isn't as hateful as now. I think he'll hate having to be married outside of Italy."

Silence fell upon them, just as the front door of Feliciano's house slammed shut. A soft, but loud voice could be heard. "Feli! I'm home!"

"Romeo is home. I'm not alone anymore." Feliciano commented.

"Do I suddenly not exist?" Ludwig asked, a bit offended by Feliciano's statement.

"No! I meant that I'm not home alone anymore. Don't go anywhere, I'd be sad if you stopped existing." Feliciano corrected himself.

A sound of footsteps coming up the stairs could be heard, but Feliciano failed to hear them.

"I won't be going anywhere then." Ludwig said, just as the door to Feliciano's room opened.

"Hi Feli." Romeo greeted. "Who are you talking to?"

Feliciano jumped slightly as the door opened, but smiled to his brother. "Ludwig. Come say hi."

Romeo did as he was told and greeted Ludwig. "Hi Lud."

"Hello." Came a response.

"Feli, nonno said he'll be coming home the day after tomorrow. We should probably prepare Lovi just in case." Romeo said.

"Good idea. I'll be down when we're done and we can plan the thing out." Feliciano responded and Romeo left him to wrap things up with Ludwig.

"So nonno is coming home soon. Which is bad. And we need to prepare Lovi for it. Which is worse." Feliciano explained the situation to Ludwig, seeing as the latter didn't know much Italian.

"I see. Basically, you get to be a pigeon again." Ludwig remarked.

Feliciano laughed, partially glad Ludwig still remembered that from a couple of months ago. "Probably. Maybe it works out okay in the end, but I doubt it."

"I am here whenever you need me. Except when I am at college or at work, but other than that..."

"Thanks." Feliciano laughed. "I gotta go. Me and Romeo have to plan this out carefully."

"Before you do, it is Romeo and I. Remember it."

"Yes, yes, Romeo and I, okay. Talk to you later, Ludwig!" Feliciano said, waving goodbye to Ludwig.

"Good luck!" Ludwig simply said and gave Feliciano a small wave before ending the call. They talked for good 3 hours, but to Feliciano it only felt like a couple of minutes.

He walked downstairs to discuss things with Romeo. Getting his brother and grandfather in the same room again won't be easy and Feliciano just hoped it would turn out okay in the end.

[im-not-a-writer]

Jacob Frye x Reader ~ CHAPTER 6 (angst)

~~~ Sorry for the break guys I know it’s been a long time!! I got really lazy and all of my motivation ran away from me haha, and then I went on a roadtrip and I had no time to type so anyways! Here we go! the next chapter will be the last sooooo, im sorry for this it isn’t fun lol ~~~

Time continued on since your first mission, it rolled by slowly like a wagon fat with cargo. You continued to work and hone your skills with the help of Evie and Jacob and not a single day went by in which you wasted your training. Sadly as a result of your new career you’ve been seeing less and less of your little brother, your time spent together was limited to just a hug here and there and a casual, ‘How have you been?’ Eddy was growing up fast and it seemed like every time you saw him he was an inch taller and his sassy demeanor was growing just as quick. Of course you felt horrible for leaving him all these days but you both had jobs to do and responsibilities to uphold.

Despite how grown up he was passing off as he was still just a boy, such a fact was made evident one night after dinner; Jacob had just left to return to the train when Eddy stumbled into the flat with a black eye and a split lip that would make even the hardest criminals cringe. His grey hat was sideways on his head and his hair was a ruffled mess, blood was smeared across his face from what looked to be a bloody nose and his sideways smile wasn’t doing much to help his split lip.

“Good evening sista!” He chuckled to himself and waved before nearly collapsing on the kitchen table. “You this look evening lovely tonight!” His words tumbled out of his mouth accompanied by the smell of rum. “I didn’t say that quite right did I?” He corrected with a grin and a hiccup.

“Dear God Eddy, are you drunk!?” You grabbed him and helped him steady himself before returning to your interrogation, “Why do you look like you tried to fight a train? Who were you with? How do you know where the bars are? Do I have to go fight the wanker that did this to you?” You asked him, words flying from your lips.

“Calm down I’m not drunk- hic, im just… you know who is drunk-hic… you are,” Eddy staggered again before tumbling down to the floor.

A sigh left your lips and you watched as he curled up in a fetal position at your feet like a fat house cat after a large meal. You brought him over to the couch, knowing very well that he wouldn’t be able to make it up the stairs, you tossed a blanket over him and sat down in the chair by his side. Memories of childhood rushed back to you as you watched him doze off contently, you remembered the days when he was just a boy when he would spend all of his energy running and playing, he would always come nap on the couch until he was ready to jump up and do it all again. Eddy was constantly moving as a child and he almost always came home with a new scrape or bruise from his daily activities, to which you would sit with him and patch him up if need be while mother watched and smiled lovingly and father would chuckle and shake his head.

Eddy was the only thing you had left of your family, the only thing that reminded you of home back when your life was simple and void of assassins and gangs. Of course you loved the life you lived now, danger and all, still a family would not be too bad. You smiled to yourself and leaned your head back allowing an image to manifest in your head. You could imagine you, Jacob, and Eddy, living up north in some little cottage, a horse grazing in the feild and a dog sleeping on the porch, a little Jacob or two running around chasing the chickens. Of course it was only a fantasy, you told yourself. A wonderful fantasy, you corrected before slipping off to sleep.

You woke up in the same spot you fell asleep in, a pain shot through your neck and you let out a groan as you sat up and cracked you sore spine, delighting in the feeling of your vertebrae coming back where they should be after eight hours of sleeping in an uncomfortable chair rather than your fluffy bed upstairs. You turned to see the couch vacant of your brother and you assumed that he would be already off to the streets to start his day. It didn’t take long you for you to get ready for your day as well, in some thirty minutes you were dressed and ready in your new assassin robes, Evie thought it was only right that you got to design your own rather than continue to borrow one of her old ones. You stared at yourself in the mirror as you made sure your weapons were secure. The robes fit you perfectly and they were a stunning shade of dark red with gold accents and black trousers, a perfect mixture of danger and elegance.

“Good morning beautiful,” Jacob slipped in through the window, a wide grin on his face. He closed the window behind him and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“Good morning,” You smiled and leaned back into his embrace.

"How did you sleep?” He rocked you slightly from side to side as he set his chin on your head.

“Fine but I woke up terribly sore, I slept on the armchair because Eddy came home piss drunk last night,” You sighed and felt exhaustion rest on your shoulders.

Jacob went straight to work on your back, his strong hands digging in deep  pressing the sleep away from your body. You sighed in content and allowed him to work there for a bit before you turned around and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“When did you start drinking?” You asked Jacob as you straightened your blades.

“Ah… well um…. Hell if I remember! How old is Eddy again?” He chuckled and his cheeks flushed red.

“I’m going to guess you got an early start,” You laughed and took his hand leading him outside.

When you finally left the flat you were greeted with a bright cloudless day, rare for this time of year and in London of all places. The city seemed to be enjoying the weather as well seeing that even at such an early hour people were out and the city was alive. You took jacobs right arm and walked with him, chatting about this and that until you passed by a mother and child on the street and you couldn’t help but stop and smile at the baby. His bright blue eyes twinkled like the clear sky above and his chubby hands reached out towards the heavens making his mother giggle and readjust her grip on the tot.

“Oh would you look at him,” You gushed, putting your hands over your heart and sighing, “He is just precious,”

“Yeah, he’s cute… come on,” Jacob shrugged off and pulled you to continue walking with him.

The street started to get tighter with people as you approached the nearby train station and you had to pull yourself tightly to Jacob to continue talking to him.

“They’re pretty fun..” You said nervously.

“What trains?” Jacob asked absentmindedly.

“No, babies!” You tugged on him slightly.

“Oh! Yes, I suppose, lot of work though,” He continued.

“Well of course it’s easier when you have help,” You nodded and stared up at him, wondering if he was catching on.

“I suppose, I don’t know I’m not a baby expert,” He stared blankly off at the crowd.

You sighed and continued pushing through the swarm of people before stopping and pulling him to a stop with you.

“Jacob….I think I want to have-”

“Pardon me, miss (l/n), this is for you,” A short man wearing a bowler hat stopped you before you could finish. His face was sagging with age but his steely grey eyes were alert and shifty. He handed you a box, dark in color with a gold plated lid and terribly light in weight, and before you could even ask he was gone, melted into the crowd.

You cocked an eyebrow and set your fingers on the lid of the box. Jacob stepped forward nervously and scanned the crowd for the man before putting a hand on your shoulder. You opened it up with a subtle creak and you stared wide-eyed at the contents. It was a hat, grey and soft with years of use wearing away at the edges, there wasn’t anything special about it, it was like the thousands of hats young boys across the city of London wore and yet you knew it like the back of your hand. A chill washed over you, shooting down your spine and spreading to your fingers and toes.

“Jacob…” You gasped breathlessly.

You continued, your shaking hands traveled to the hat and you lifted it up hesitantly. You felt a knot tie itself in your stomach as you brought the hat out of the box and brought it closer to you, then from under the hat you saw it. Three inches of ivory tones and pink knuckles burned itself into your memory, the knot in your stomach gave a violent twist and you felt the earth spin around you. Your mind went blank, your body entirely numb, spots clouded your vision and your hands trembled as the image of your brothers severed finger burned itself into your mind. Your stomach twisted and lurched as your head spinned and only one thing ran through your mind, ‘find him’.

Jacob held onto you tightly as you clutched the box with shaking hands, he turned his head frantically before spotting his train sitting at the platform. In one fluid motion you were in his arms and he was bounding towards the train.

“Evie! EVIE!” he practically screamed placing you down on the sofa, taking the box from your still quaking hands.

“What is it?” She called, sauntering over from the next car over.

“Stay with her,” He panted before shoving the box in his sisters hands.

She gawked at him dumbfounded and looked down at you, “What the hell is going on?”

“Someone has her brother, I’m going to go find him,” He turned and wet to jump out the train before you stopped him.

Your mind was numb, he had been your only shred of a normal life, your family, your brother, he was everything. Your thoughts flashed back to the image you had of him as just a boy, running around and smiling, his sweet giggles filling the air; all of that was gone in an instant, burning up into flames and taking your shock with it. He was gone, and you had to get him back.

“No.” Your voice broke and you stood up, the shakiness left your body and you straightened yourself. “I’m going, I need to find him.”

Jacob put his hand on your shoulder and shook his head, “No, you are staying here with Evie,”

With the absence of your shock something else started to take you over, starting at the pit of your stomach and rising up to your mind, you felt anger bubbling within you and without a second thought you pushed him away.  

“I need to find him Jacob, I’m going,” You growled and rubbed your face on your sleeve, “Follow me if you want but I’m going with or without you,”

“Just hold on, we need to think about this,” Evie put her hands out in front of her as if to keep you at bay. “Obviously they’re trying to get to you and if you go running around without a plan you might just give them what they want.”

You huffed and looked at her, “So then I give them what they want, I march right into the blighters camp and I get my brother back,”

“How do you know this is gang related?” Jacob shot back at you and cocked an eyebrow. He was getting frustrated as well and you could tell he was itching to get out there and fight.

“I just know it is Jacob! He joins your fucking gang and he gets hurt, I’m going to go get him,” Jacob narrowed his eyebrows at you and before he could open his mouth and fight back you took off running, disappearing into the crowd.

A growl left his lips and he shook his head violently. “That blasted woman she’s going to get herself killed,”

“Not if you trained her right, go after her.” She set the box down and sighed, “Henry and I will figure out what we can.”

“Thank you..” He adjusted his boots and turned to follow after you, a twinge of fear set in as he started running from the train. Your words continued to ring in his ears, you blamed him, this was his fault and it wouldn’t be easy to win your trust again after this, it was his choice to let Eddy into the Rooks and it was his choice to make you an Assassin. Guilt rested on his chest as he sped off into the streets scanning left and right for any sign of you.

You made your way into the alley your steps devolving from a run to wide heavy strides, carrying you deeper into the true underground of the city. Even in the bright light of the day prostitutes were already out, leaning on wood fences and brick walls, rough looking men swapped money for weapons and children with dirty faces and quick fingers skipped from the shadows with purses fat with coin or finely polished pocket watches in their hands. Your feet squished in the filth below you and flies buzzed past your ears but you didn’t twitch nor did you swat at it, you continued forward until you saw them. Two men both dressed in red from the top down, their signature wool jackets marking them like targets. You approached them swiftly and they turned in response, smirking slightly but their smirks were erased when you plunged your hidden blade in the stomach in the man of your left and grabbed the man on your right, throwing him down and stepping on his chest. Blood leaked out of the stab victim and his friend gasped and sputtered under you.

“Bring me to your leader right now or I will gut you like a fish,” You pressed down harder with your foot and flicked your wrist ejecting your blood stained blade once again.

“That’s the plan my dear,” A voice behind you spat and before you could turn to see the speaker there was a sharp pain on the back of your head and everything went black.

~Taglist~~

@littlewhitefairy7777 @temerey @talesfromassassiansguardian @eliffromthebrotherhood @i-am-totes-sherlocked @icarrotcake @seapandaftw @pwedatorpanda @comic-freak @nunalula

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lesbian tag game

thx for sending me this @redcladsheikah <3 all my lesbian friends should do this too, if you want uwu i’m too lazy to tag like 50 ppl hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh @lebians @tiedyked @talaxian @lesbian-mcelroy @ireallylikecameras 

1: did you ever think you were straight?

not really, i knew i liked girls even as a child. but i did go through multiple periods of trying to convince myself i was straight, needless to say it didn’t work out lol.

2: what’s your favorite element of gay culture?

our sense of humor! it’s amazing that we’re all so funny despite putting up with so much bullshit.

3: are you femme, butch, or neither?

femme! i’ve been looking into femme history lately, bcs the idea that femme is just an aesthetic is a misconception c:

4: do you prefer to date femmes or butches?

tbh every time i declare i have a type i immediately fall for someone that’s the complete opposite of that, so i have no idea. lately i’ve been wanting a goth gf, but i just developed a crush on a prep soooo i’m terrible at self-reflection. this bitch don’t know what she want.

5: what’s the worst part about being a lesbian?

the feeling that there’s a part of you that needs to be fixed, but you can’t do anything about it. it’s like seeing a picture on the wall that’s crooked, but it’s stuck like that and you can’t ever straighten it. or having a hair out of place that keeps sticking up no matter how much you try to gel it down.

6: what’s the best part of being a lesbian?

is women too obvious of an answer? girls are angels and i’d die for all of them

7: how long were you questioning for?

pretty much never, i guess. i had crushes on girls since kindergarten, then in 2nd grade i was told girls could only like boys, so i tried my best to be straight even though in my heart i knew i wasn’t. since i couldn’t make myself like boys, i kinda just ignored the idea of liking anyone at all until middle school, when i found out what the word “lesbian” means online. of course, all the stuff i found about lesbians called us disgusting perverts, so i went through many phases of calling myself literally anything else but a lesbian. i’ve only started using the word lesbian specifically in the last few years, especially since i joined an amazing discord group. i love them so much, they’ve helped me feel so proud of being a lesbian <3

8: what’s the most annoying thing straight people do?

exist. 

jk lmao, i’m honestly not annoyed by straight people, but i like making jokes as if i am. it’s hard to annoy me in general, i’ve got a high tolerance for that type of stuff. if i have to answer, i hate it when strangers (usually straight men) pry into my sex life, but i’m not really annoyed by that as much as i am creeped out.

9: what do you look for in a girl?

vampirism is my only requirement.

10: if you had to marry someone you know right now, who would you choose?

@lebians bcs i feel they’d be the most able to put up with my bullshit. everyone else would kill me on sight. if only @ireallylikecameras was still single, then when we got married we could put together our 50% employee discounts at BK and get infinite food for free, ending world hunger. i think that’s how it works, but also im gay and therefore bad at math.

11: do you have a crush right now?

does being in love count as a crush? if so, then i have three.

12: do you fall in love easily?

i crush easily, and i say i’m in love easily bcs i’m a leo (meaning i need to exaggerate to live), but actually feeling love? only once.

13: is there anyone in your life right now you think you’ll date in the future?

fingers crossed.

14: is there anyone you want to be kissing right now?

at the moment i’m feeling very touch repulsed, so no. but i also go through periods of feeling touch starved, and during those times i’d kiss pretty much anyone lmao.

15: do you think you’ve met your future wife yet?

i don’t know if i want to be married. i hate making commitments.

16: top, bottom, or vers?

i suspect i’m a bottom, but i’m also a virgin with no self awareness about what she wants or likes, so who really knows.

17: is there anyone you wish you could fuck right now?

still feeling touch repulsed, so no. also i have issues with actual real life sex. i always think i want to have sex, but when the situation becomes real, i feel disgusted by it and chicken out. i have no idea if this is some sort of asexuality or internalized lesbophobia. i should probably go to therapy lol.

18: rough or gentle?

rough, in theory. like i said, virgin who doesn’t know what she likes. but as a general rule, i don’t like slowness.

19: how many stereotypes do you fit into?

i’m fat, hairy, make lots of jokes about hating men (at least online, not in real life bcs i dont wanna get stabbed), i sometimes look like a guy,

20: what version of the lesbian flag do you like most? (butch, lipstick, original, etc.)

i like the femme one! i have it as my banner, it’s the lipstick lesbian flag without the lip print. the original flag was so fucking good, too bad it got taken by the terfs. the labrys is such a powerful image, and purple is a good color. also i saw a moon lesbian flag going around, that one is so good.

21: do you have a good gaydar?

hhhh i’d like to pretend i do but tbh i’m not very observant and straight up bad at reading people.

22: be honest, would you rather be straight?

yes and no. i’d rather have been born straight, because it would’ve saved me so much pain, but it’s a few years too late for that lol. if there was a magic pill that could make me straight today, i wouldn’t take it. i’ve been through so much as a lesbian, it means something to me now and i wouldn’t trade that for anything.

23: are you cis?

yep.

24: are you a sugar mommy or a sugar baby at heart?

hardcore sugar baby. my dream job is being an older woman’s trophy wife.

25: are you committed to someone at all right now emotionally?

hhhhhhhhhh unfortunately. i don’t want to be.

26: are you looking for a serious relationship currently?

yes, but i shouldn’t be. i don’t think i’m ready to be in one.

27: is there someone you’d like to be in a serious relationship in?

yes, but she’s straight and already married lmao. whoops.

28: do you want children?

no, i’m too selfish and irresponsible.

29: is your family accepting of your sexuality?

my mom and dad are, though they don’t take it very seriously. pretty sure they expect me to grow out of it one day. can’t blame them tho, i’m waiting for the same thing lmao. my extended family is huge, and their opinions range from being extremely homophobic to being gay themselves, but i’m interacting with them less and less as i get older.

30: how confident are you in your sexuality?

very confident, though i don’t want to be. i’m still secretly hoping one day i’ll see a guy i’m attracted to and he’ll fix me, but being realistic, i’m a huge fucking lesbian. women are enchanting.

31: are you polyamorous or monogamous?

monogamous. my insecure ass could not be poly hhhhhh.

32: what advice do you have for your 12 year old self?

be more selfish. you don’t have to put yourself second for the sake of others, especially at your age. nothing you do will matter in a decade, go fucking wild.

33: have you ever been to a gay bar?

nope. i want to go one day, but i have terrible social anxiety.

34: leather jackets or flannel?

both of those are really hot, but i’m gonna go with leather jacket.

35: describe your dream girlfriend

- vampire

- big tiddy goth gf

- nice personality or smthn

- uhhhhhhhhh tiddy

(ok but srsly, i can’t answer this question bcs i NEVER know what i want!! i always thought my type was THICC for sure, but all three of the ladies i have feelings for rn are pretty skinny and flat chested)

36: do you have any lesbian friends?

at least 50 lol.

37: what elements of gay culture do you actively participate in?

air, water, sometimes earth. never fire.

38: do you find straight people irritating?

nope, but i do find straight pda uncomfortable to look at. mostly bcs it reminds me of what i'm supposed to want. but i’d never tell a straight person that, obviously. i’m not rude.

39: would you rather adopt a kid or have a biological kid?

i’ll adopt a tortoise, and feed her any children that cross my path. but if i did ever have a child, i’d want it to be biologically mine and my wife’s. mostly bcs i’d want to know what it would look like, which is a selfish and stupid reason to have kids, and exactly why i’m not gonna lmao.

40: do you love yourself?

i’m a LEO (jokes aside, i don’t know. sometimes i do, sometimes i don’t. but i love myself more as time goes on. definitely more than i did than when i was a teen, at least.)

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Hi, Im Tom, and in a moment, you’ll hear the story of how I went from being a chubby kid who was humiliated in gym class, to burning every last ounce of fat off my body, and winning my first bodybuilding championship at the age of 21…

This is also the same fat-burning system I still use today to stay in shape after age 40…

More importantly, you’ll see how these little-known secrets of all-natural bodybuilders and fitness models are the key to burning YOUR most stubborn fat and getting the body YOU want…

Read this page to the end, and I’ll also give you all the details about the unusual system that hundreds of thousands of people have already used – instead of dieting – to transform their bodies forever…

And for the first time ever, I’ll unveil the new 7-Day “quick start” that gets you going faster than ever before.

Before reading on, let me point out that this fat-burning system was originally developed by the leanest, most muscular athletes in the world, but it has now been re-engineered for regular people (non-bodybuilders)…

It works whether you are a man or a women, and it works regardless of your age. In fact, if you’re over 40, this could easily take 10 years off your biological age.

It even works for people who felt like they’d tried everything and were just “destined to be overweight”…

BURNED: 75 pounds of fat (from a size 22 to a size 6) while working two jobs and caring for her autistic son

– Audrey Eickwort

BURNED: 41 pounds of fat (from 274 pounds to 233 pounds and lost 19 inches off his waist at age 56

– Tim Amyett

BURNED: 122 pounds of fat (starting weight: 296 pounds)

– Brian Nordberg

You probably noticed that none of them look like stereotypical bodybuilders…

Yet every one of them… even formerly “photo-shy” people who told me they used to “hide” under their clothes, avoid mirrors, or secretly cringe when their photo popped up on Facebook…

… every one of them used what’s been called, “the most powerful fat burning system ever created” to achieve the same confidence in their appearance that bodybuilders feel every time they step in front of a camera.

And no matter how long they had struggled, Audrey, Tim, Brian and thousands of others achieved these startling transformations with these same “bodybuilder and fitness model” secrets.

Now, there’s one key factor that everyone who follows this system has in common with the most successful, photoshoot-ready bodybuilders and fitness models alive.

I have to warn you, it’s a story that’s a bit embarrassing to share…

Yet it’s a story you absolutely need to hear, because many of my clients tell me it gave them an “a-ha moment” that quickly allowed them to burn more stubborn fat than they imagined possible before…

…and I certainly wasn’t winning bodybuilding contests or getting praised by Oprah Magazine as “honest” about what it really takes to lose weight.

Heck, first I had to be honest with myself…

You see, I was never seriously overweight as a kid, but by the time I was a freshman in high school, I was getting pretty chubby around the waist…

Worse still, I was embarrassed to take my shirt off in public because I had what I thought was the worst affliction a warm-blooded male teenager could have: “Man boobs” – a fat saggy chest.

…and when we played basketball in gym, I prayed I’d be called for “shirts,” not “skins” so nobody would see my “moobs” and ab flab jiggling up and down the court.

At 14, I started lifting weights (those guys in the magazines didn’t seem to have an ounce of fat on them), and by senior year, I’d packed on about 25 pounds of muscle… yet the whole “getting ripped” part kept eluding me:

I still couldn’t take my shirt off in public without wishing I would disappear… let alone see the abs trapped under my belly fat.

Perhaps you can relate to this feeling of feeling trapped inside a body that’s just not doing what you want, no matter what you try… and thinking your frustration just can’t get any worse…

I went away to college, and quickly discovered I wanted to become a fitness major… but I also discovered beer, pizza, and cheese burgers and went hard at work on the classic “freshman 15″…

I just laughed at myself right along with the guys who were making fun of me, even though the truth is, I was silently humiliated.

It wasn’t until my buddies at the gym made me commit to stop just “talking” about being a bodybuilder and train for a contest that I finally put down the texbooks and the magazines… and got serious about figuring out what these guys were doing right…

Because they certainly were doing something to get lean and ripped that I wasn’t – one of them had just won a “Mr Teen America” title, and had a body just as impressive as that title sounds…

So I started eating and working out in a certain way – and it was pretty clear I was finally onto something…

… because this “contest training” was by far the most effective program I’d ever tried. It worked SO well, I even placed in my very first contest… and WON my second contest the very next year, at just 21 years old.

Beer belly? Gone. “Moobs?” Nowhere in sight…

It felt like redemption.

Maybe you’ve seen that old ad where the skinny kid gets sand kicked in his face by a muscle-bound bully, then gets in shape and beats the bully up? That’s kind how I felt…

Because not only was I now truly “ripped” for the first time in my life..

It was like getting to tell the whole world, “Remember that kid from gym class with the manboobs? Well, have a look at this!”

Now, I’m NOT telling you this story to brag or hold myself up as some kind of “poster boy.”

There are literally thousands of my client’s stories that are more inspiring than mine…

Stories from ordinary men and women who have no interest in entering a bodybuilding contest, yet used this same “bodybuilder science” to achieve massive results…

People like Bonnie and Mike…

“My Goal Was To Be a “Hot Mom At 40,” And I’ve Achieved It. I lost 23 Kg’s and 12.5% Body Fat!”

“I’m a 40 year old mom of 3, ages 11, 6 and 4. Before, I was 85 kg and 36.5% body fat, size 40. I was fat and miserable. My family life and relationship were suffering. My husband knew someone who did Burn The Fat and it changed his life, so I tried it too. I lost 23 kg’s and kept it off ever since!”

– Bonnie VanNiekerk, Burn the Fat Client

“I Lost 137 Pounds! It Changed My Entire Life!”

“I used Tom’s BURN THE FAT program to lose 137 pounds, but it also changed my entire life and the life of my family. The goal-setting and mindset part of the program also helped me achieve emotional, physical and financial goals I never thought possible.

– Mike Ogorek, Burn the Fat Client

Rather than “smaller versions” of the same old body shape – their bodies take on a whole NEW shape…

And it’s because the one thing all these stories have in common with mine is the one secret hardly anybody besides natural bodybuilders and fitness models knows, or will tell you, about getting a lean, sexy body…

It’s the difference between struggling to “diet away” unwanted fat… and quickly, efficiently burning it.

Here’s why holding onto your muscle while you burn fat is so important, even if you have zero interest in looking like a bodybuilder:

Even though “diet gurus” and popular diet-industry books and magazines will never clue you in about it…

…it’s lean muscle that gives a great body its shape – a shape with all the curves and cuts where they’re supposed to be, and the stamina to do all the things you want it to do.

Just take a look at these bodies side-by-side and tell me what you see:

Pretty big difference, right?

It’s the difference I see all the time between “dieters” and “burners” who might look similarly “skinny” with their clothes on:

Yet the “burners” look great in a swimsuit (I’ll get to how in just a minute, so keep reading)…

… while the “dieters” still end up hiding under their clothes because even though they “lost weight”, they look soft and mushy with their shirts off.

This is exactly what you want to avoid… working your butt off to get thin… then having no butt… or worse, a droopy butt that looks even worse than when you carried more weight.

So why do you see so many more “skinny” people who look like the guy on the left, rather than the lean and toned guy on the right?

It’s not that the “lean and toned” folks pumped iron and packed on lots of extra muscle like a competitive bodybuilder would… The REAL difference is…

Yes, that means that if you burn fat the right way, you can “expose” the firm, toned-looking physique you already have, hidden beneath a layer of unwanted fat… if “dieting” doesn’t get to it first.

And this also means that if you lose fat the wrong way… the “diet industry” way… you might eventually become one of the “lucky” ones who manage to suffer through the torture and get “skinnier”…

But… to show you how bad it can get. I’ve had clients come to me for personal training who at a glance looked thin… BUT their body fat percentage turned out to be what you’d expect to see in somebody who’s visibly overweight, even obese.

One woman I tested was about 5-foot-7 and weighed 121 pounds on the scale… sounds good so far, right?

Then we got to her body fat: It measured an astonishingly high 28% – that’s 34 pounds of pure fat!

Now, I want you to imagine for a second, an arm bone with a one-inch pad of fat surrounding it, kind of like foam insulation around a pipe. That’s what her arm felt like… only the “insulation” was pure fat!

If you grabbed the back of her (very “thin”) arm… it was just one giant fat fold! Literally no palpable muscle at all, just bone and fat.

The fitness slang for this condition is “skinny fat”… and it’s gotten so common, there’s even a medical name for it:

Doctors call it “normal-weight obesity”…

and when they look at DEXA (dual energy x-ray absorpitometry) results or MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) scans like the one above…. they’re horrified!…

… because this means we have not one epidemic…

We have TWO EPIDEMICS: The obesity epidemic and the Muscle loss epidemic!

And the older you are, the worse the effects, because the older you are, the easier it is to lose muscle. Most people don’t know this, but losing muscle is one of the fastest ways to accelerate the effects of aging.

Because diets cause muscle loss, it’s not a stretch to say that dieting ages you faster.

With each new fad “diet”… you “diet away” lots of lean muscle, and just a little bit of fat. That’s the basic problem with “diets”: Every one you try is like taking one step forward and two steps back… so even if you “win” and “drop some weight”, you still lose!

And dieting danger goes beyond just looking “skinny fat”… because as bad as that sounds, ending up with the skinny-fat metabolism that goes with it is even worse.

As hyper-committed as bodybuilders are to burning fat… they avoid “diets” like the plague, and it’s not just that diets cannibalize muscle… they also damage your metabolism, making it harder and harder to burn more fat off, and keep the fat you’ve already burned from creeping back on.

That’s because typical calorie-slashing diets can’t fool your body… and the body’s response is automatic and unavoidable:

Decreased metabolism, hormone imbalance, sluggish thyroid, gnawing hunger pangs, low energy and “brain fog”… sound familiar?

Then, after a few encouraging pounds come off… just when you think all the suffering might have been worth it… you hit the dreaded, inevitable “plateau” where it just “stops working” and you end up gaining it all back just like the rest of the 95% of dieters who fail.

That’s right – if you’ve been trying to burn fat, one of your main enemies is… your very own bathroom scale.

You see the hypey claims every day: “LOSE 30 POUNDS IN 30 DAYS!” … “LOSE 10 POUNDS IN 10 DAYS!”…

These claims get people so focused on “moving the needle” on their scale… that if they don’t measure up on their daily “weigh-in”, their whole day is ruined!

Yet these “scale-watchers” never seem to manage to get rid of all their unwanted fat.

That’s because muscle weighs more than fat…

… and “diets” that pressure you to blindly “lose weight” without knowing where the loss is coming from trick you into sabotaging your figure and your metabolism.

So rather than putting your body through dangerous fads, body-wasting starvation diets, and frustrating “plateaus,” you get to look forward to a lean, firm, fit-looking body that’s strong in every way, and looks it too.

How can I promise you that? Let me properly introduce myself…

For the past 25 years, I’ve been involved in almost every aspect of fitness – personal trainer, nutrition consultant, fitness model, gym manager and best-selling author.

I’ve had the privilege of helping hundreds of clients in person, plus tens of thousands more online in the last 10 years alone.

In that time, my email inbox has never stopped flooding with incredibly inspiring stories from regular folks from every background, age and fitness level who have discovered the life-changing difference between “diets” that promise you’ll “lose weight”… and the way bodybuilders and fitness models burn fat.

And these same “ex-dieters” have continued to make all the Burn the Fat programs bestsellers every year, while countless “diets” and weight loss fads come and go, for no other reason than… The Burn The Fat System just plain works.

I’ve seen men and women aged 50 and older do it…

I’ve seen busy executives and soccer-moms do it…

I’ve seen people who were 100 pounds or more overweight and convinced “fat runs in their family” do it…

I’ve seen people in the worst, harshest conditions do it…

All of them are regular people with “average” or even “worse than average” genetics, not “genetic freak” bodybuilding fanatics, or celebrities with chefs and personal trainers.

And now that you know preserving your body’s lean muscle and metabolism is the biggest success secret bodybuilders use to burn fat while “diets” fail…

You’re probably wondering exactly how the thousands of everyday “Burners” who’ve discovered this system use it to strip off ALL the unwanted fat on their bodies, and feel great doing it…

So let’s dive into the specific “how to do it” tips I have for you today….

And this First Element has nothing to do with food or workout programs…

… yet if you’ve struggled to burn fat, this lesson will change your life so much that when it’s over, you’re going to want to share it with every person you love or care about.

Because the most successful bodybuilders, fitness models and athletes will tell you that the foundation of all your results comes from training your mind first.

That’s why the First Element of Burn The Fat has always been MINDSET…

I’m not talking about any kind of woo-woo “think-yourself-thin” mumbo-jumbo here… far from it.

I’m talking about “the science” of setting goals … and the psychology of achieving them.

I’m talking about reprogramming your mind for success, so that instead of fighting against cravings or forcing your self to the gym, your new healthy behaviors turn over to “auto-pilot” mode and all the healthy eating and consistent training that once seemed so hard is as effortless as tying your shoes or brushing your teeth.

I’m also talking about the power of visualization and re-making your self-image. You’ll never out-perform your self image. If you want to change your body on the outside, you must first change the image you hold of yourself on the inside…

Olympians, weightlifters, golfers, and other elite athletes have been hip to “mind training” since the 70’s, when the Soviets first revealed how they used these techniques to dominate in so many sports.

Bodybuilders are masters at this, and if you could get inside their thought process, you’d learn more about body transformation than you ever would by looking at their nutrition journal or training plan.

Countless clients and readers have told me that until they mastered their minds, they could never stay focused, stay motivated or stick with their program. After they mastered it, they were unstoppable!

Without fail, those who gloss over this at first and fail to get results, eventually realize the paradox that the biggest secret to physical change is mental change.

The Second Element of Burn The Fat is your right nutrition.

You might have heard the expression, “You can’t out-train a lousy diet”… and that’s 100% true.

Without the right eating plan that accounts for your individual needs and goals, everything else falls apart.

I’ll cover all the specifics and details of putting this plan together with minimum fuss in just a few minutes with you… so keep reading…

First, here’s a crucial tip about how bodybuilders and fitness models eat to get lean…

And it’s one of the most important tips I can possibly share with you, because it’s the total opposite of what every “diet” tells you:

Cutting calories is NOT the best way to burn fat.

That’s why, if you watch bodybuilders, one thing you’ll notice about them is that they always seem to be eating.

You see, while “dieters” eat as little as they can stand trying to get thin…

“Burners” eat early and often, because they know it’s the key to restoring and ramping up your metabolism into a fat-burning machine.

They simply follow the simple formula to determine how many calories their bodies need daily to maintain their current weight (the amount they’d eat if they didn’t want to drop or gain a pound)… and then cut that number by a modest 20%.

That way, you never unintentionally over-eat and store food away as unwanted fat… and you also never trigger your body’s “starvation response” by eating too little, so you never feel hungry.

In fact, many people tell me they eat more with Burn The Fat than they’ve ever eaten… yet they get leaner than they’ve ever been before (and some who under-ate before find themselves eating up to 50% more without storing an ounce of it as fat)…

After depriving themselves on diet after diet, they’re eating without guilt and feeling full, without the hunger pangs, cravings and “brain fog” they’re used to.

Now, you might be wondering… if bodybuilders use food to fuel their metabolic fire, where does the final FAT BURN come from?

Well, that’s where the final two Elements of Burn The Fat come in as a “deadly duo” to melt fat off your waistline…

… and those are your right cardio and strength training.

You see, “diets” do get one thing right: You DO need a “calorie deficit” in order to burn fat… in other words, you still need to use up more calories than you eat.

The difference is, with Burn The Fat, the “deficit” comes from exercise rather than food alone.

Unlike the “diet” strategy that tries to starve the fat, the bodybuilder strategy is to BURN the fat with increased activity.

Think of the third element – the right cardio – as a Fat burning ACCELERATOR…

But Burn the Fat is unlike any other program you’ve ever seen, because Burn The Fat Cardio doesn’t lock you into one type of exercise…

You don’t have sweat on a treadmill every day… you don’t have to jog… you don’t have to sit on a hard bicycle seat for an hour… you don’t have to do boot camps… unless you like them.

You see, the Burn The Fat way is not about what type of cardio you choose, it’s about how you do the cardio of your choice.

It’s a simple formula of duration X frequency X intensity combined with weekly micro-adjustments, that lets you dial your fat-burning UP or dial it DOWN (if you want to stop losing weight), with whatever type of cardio that makes you happy.

Couldn’t you lose fat, without cardio, with the right nutrition alone? Yes, but… that’s the long, slow, hard way, and there’s no telling how much muscle you’ll lose along with the fat if all you do is diet and you’re not using the fourth and final element…

The right strength training also burns calories and increases metabolism, so adding this fourth element is like getting a double boost in fat-burning, but here’s the real reasons to strength train:

Strength training is how you avoid getting “skinny fat” … or losing muscle when you’re in a fat-burning calorie deficit.

And remember – it’s lean muscle that gives a great body its shape – with all the right curves, and the strength to do everything you want your body to do.

Don’t worry – I’m not going to make you “pump iron” like Arnold Schwarzenegger or spend half your life at the gym – remember, this is designed for ordinary people with lots of other demands on their energy and time.

That’s why I’ve built perfectly balanced routines for every goal and level of fitness into the Burn The Fat Program, based on 25 years of experience training hundreds of clients in person and thousands more online.

Don’t worry about getting “bulky” or “too big”, either – believe me, there is no way you will ever wind up looking like a competitive bodybuilder by accident. It just doesn’t happen – not even for men, and especially not for women…

Of course, just like nutrition, there’s no such thing as a “one-size-fits-all” exercise plan, so I’ll show you exactly how to put your plan together and even adapt a workout you’re already doing if you want to, so please keep reading…

Alright, that was a lot to cover… You may be feeling a bit overwhelmed, and that’s okay. Basically, this means that..

PATH 1: Take the information I’ve given you in this fat burning tips report and try to “go it alone”… And who knows? You may see some success from this alone if you took really careful notes…

PATH 2: It’s what the vast majority of people who read this fat-burning report until the end choose… and it’s the quickest and smartest path to the body you desire and deserve…

Path 2 is one that’s been tested and proven again and again with clients at every level of fitness… whether they had a goal of losing a stubborn “last 10”, or 100 pounds or more.

The system I teach in Burn The Fat is the system I personally use, and it’s the ONLY system I know of that doesn’t try to put everyone in the same “box”…

And the main reason the original Burn The Fat has stood the test of time as a 10-year-straight bestseller while dozens of “diets” have come and gone is NOT because of me…

The credit for Burn The Fat’s continued success belongs with the over 300,000 clients, members, readers and customers in 152 countries who have succeeded with it… and proven over and over that Burn The Fat just plain works…

I’ve personally used it to stay as lean and “ripped” in my 30’s and 40’s as I was in my 20’s…

And many fellow “Burners” have even overcome disabilities as serious as being “handicapped with two bad hips, two canes, and bone on bone arthritis” to put these principles to work for them, like 61-year-old John Deegan…

BURNED: 34 pounds of fat, with two canes and bone-on-bone arthritis

– John Deegan, Burn the Fat Client

So even if your fat loss and fitness goals are nowhere near a world record… even if you’re competing with nobody except yourself… just by putting even a fraction of these hard-won secrets into action, you’ll start seeing results that will make you feel like stepping up on a stage and getting a medal.

I’ll take you inside The NEW Burn The Fat Program in some detail in just a minute, but first, I wanted to share with you…

These successful “burners” (below) followed the program during our 49-Day “Burn the Fat Challenge” contest that we run every year for our members (as a Burn the Fat member, you’ll be invited to these challenges too, if you want the extra motivation…)

“I shredded down to 4.3% body fat in 49 days”

“When I hit 30, I found myself with a belly for the first time in my life. I followed the Burn the Fat program and entered the 49 day Challenge; I had no idea how much it would change the whole rest of my life.

Staying in frequent contact with people in the Burn the Fat community, who were all heading in the same positive direction, made staying the course absolute. I will never have a belly again.”

– James Mauck, Burn the Fat Client

“I Achieved The Body I’ve Always Wanted! I’m Now 128 lbs At 17.7% Body Fat!”

“I learned an AMAZING thing: I love the feeling in my muscles, I love the burn, and I love the progress. The more my muscles popped, the more addicted I became to the training.

Another thing stood out to me: Food is integral. Don’t try to starve the fat. Fuel your body properly and it will perform better. It was like my body turned into a fat-burning, muscle-building machine.”

– Amanda Andrews, Burn The Fat Client

“My advice to anyone thinking about doing Burn the Fat is to make a commitment to yourself in writing and list all the benefits you will receive as a result of reaching your goal.” Don’t try to reinvent the wheel – the information and resources you need are right here, and the Burn the Fat community is amazing!”

– Gary Vollhoffer, Age 50, Burn the Fat Client

“I Lost 14 lbs, built some nice muscle, and went from a pant size 7/9 to a size 1! My husband and children can’t thank Tom enough for his healthy, natural, clear-cut program. If a home-schooling mom of five kids all under the age of eight can do it, anyone can!”

– Cynthia Cardenas, Burn the Fat Client

The Newest Burn the Fat program that you can get today is still based on the same bodybuilder-inspired nutrition and training strategies that I developed for personal clients, who expected, no – demanded – success, and those clients have been achieving success with these principles since 1989.

Only now, it’s even better…

In the early days, the only way to learn my system was to hire me in person, to train you one-on-one, in the gym.

Next came Burn the Fat private coaching, where hundreds of people did the program with me in person or long distance by phone or email.

Then tens of thousands more found this system though my Burn The Fat Inner Circle…

… And in the last 10 years, the Burn the Fat Program exploded, with over 300,000 people reading my Burn the Fat books.

A New, increasingly authoritative Burn the Fat Program has been fully updated and released in a never-seen-before online program.

This includes the new Burn the Fat Program together with the Burn the Fat Inner Circle, for total immersion in the community, and for online coaching from me.

The NEW Burn the Fat program delivers you the same fat-burning techniques my clients have used for years, and delivers it in 7 short and simple lessons.

I’ll get to the price (plus a crazy set of bonuses), in just a minute…

First, take a quick look at some of the fat-burning secrets you’ll learn in each lesson.

And that’s just a fraction of the step-by-step, actionable strategies included in the all-new online edition of the Burn the Fat Body Transformation Program.

When you order, you get instant access to ALL the Burn the Fat materials the moment you join, and I’ve broken the course into 7 steps in 7 days, so you’re not overwhelmed and I can walk you through each lesson, one day at a time.

The Burn The Fat 7 Day Body Transformation Program is just one piece of the total package. Now let me tell you about all the other bonuses you’ll get as well…

All the tools you need to make the program easy to follow are available at the click of a mouse: workout trackers, meal planner sheets, calorie calculators, protein, carb and fat calculators, Burn the Fat food data base, Burn the fat shopping list, Burn the Fat Progress chart Burn the Fat Goal Planners and more.

Amazing push-button software creates and saves your customized meals, daily meal plans, and recipes… lets you save foods, meals, daily meal plans and recipes as favorites… lets you add your own custom foods, and you can mix and match your custom meals and recipes into an unlimited number of daily meal plans, quickly and easily.

Forget about bland “rabbit-food” diets. Now you can enjoy our delicious, original recipes, all created and taste-tested by me first, before they were shared with our whole community of burners. Fast to make for busy time-strapped lifestyles, and no previous cooking experience is required. Who knew that eating clean and lean could taste so good?

To be absolutely certain that you will lose pure fat and not lean muscle, you’re also getting the e-book (New 2nd edition), “How To Measure Your Body Fat in The Privacy of Your Own Home.” Discover the simple 2-minute test to measure your own body fat at home and see why your body FAT is so much more important than your body WEIGHT.

With so much UNIQUE fat-burning truth packed into one single system, enough to shortcut years of struggle, you might think the New Burn The Fat program would be priced at a premium, and in all honesty… It really should be.

But my goal from the very first day I made this New Burn The Fat system available to the public online was to make it available to as many people as possible… people I knew could benefit from the rare information it contains, yet couldn’t get it from me in person.

If I priced it too high, I realized that would leave many people with body-wasting “diets,” potentially health-ruining “supplements,” and outright scams as their only refuge…

And that’s not what I want for you.

I’ve seen what this system can do for so many people in person… seen its effects in the emails and photographs sent in by people I’ve never even gotten to meet face-to-face… and I deeply believe you deserve better.

I want you to have the best, and I want you to experience it now, today…

To get started now, just click that yellow button below that says “Add To Cart” for instant access to the program (And of course, 100% of your investment is risk-free starting today – I’ll explain in just a second).

Get started now and as an extra bonus gift, I’ll include access to the entire Burn The Fat Transformation Success Secrets library.

These audios will be available in the Burn The Fat members area and you can listen to them online or download the MP3’s to your ipod or music player so you can listen in your car, while you work out, or anywhere

In these audios you’ll hear me as well as dozens of the Burn the Fat Transformation Champions – some of the men and women you saw right here on this web page – reveal their secrets to their remarkable before and after photos.

All together these audios contain more than 40 hours of motivation, education and inspiration that you can listen to any time, anywhere.

Again, this bonus gift is absolutely FREE.

And like I mentioned a minute ago,

In just 7 days, you will know all the secrets of the leanest people in the world. Then, all I’m asking you to do is put what you’ve learned to use. Try the system for up to 60 days.

If you don’t experience everything I’ve told you about and more in those 60 short days…

If you dont see your first results in your first week, and then keep burning off fat each week after that, week after week, I’ll gladly refund every penny you paid. No questions asked, no hassles.

Look below and click on the yellow button that says “Add To Cart” to start the 7 day program and claim all your bonuses now!

PS. Remember, the next 7 days will quickly come and go, and at the end of them, you can either be feeling just as unsatisfied with your body as you are now, or just as confused and overwhelmed about the right way to start, or…

The choice is simple. Still… I’ve noticed that nearly everyone I meet has a reason they want to put it off:

They’re waiting until New Year’s when the holidays are over, or after the kids start school, or the first day of the month, or after final exams are over, or whatever – there’s always some excuse to procrastinate. PLEASE don’t wait!

If you know you’re ready…

… if you’re at that point where you want to start the rest of your life today so that you can be a new person… leaner, healthier, full of energy, full of life, more fun, looking good, getting compliments…

… if that sounds good to you, then click the “Add To Cart” yellow button below, and let’s get you started now!

Q: Do you really answer questions and give personal coaching on your site? How do you find the time?

A: Yes, I really answer your questions on the Burn the Fat private forums and I spend many hours doing it. I don’t spend much time on social media, so I have more time for our members. However, I can’t guarantee this forever. This program is new and once word spreads, and it gets super busy, I’ll either have to cap membership, raise the price, or have Burn The Fat certified coaches take over for me. So if you’re interested in getting personal advice straight from the program creator (me), now is the time to get onboard.

Q: Do I have to take any supplements?

A: No. Most supplements are scams, some can be dangerous and the few that have scientific support have such a small effect, you would get more results just by doing a better job with your eating and training. You don’t need any supplements to burn fat or build muscle and you’ll never see ads or promotions for supplements in our members area (I don’t endorse or sell supplements and never will).

Q: Do I have to join a gym or buy any equipment?

A: You DO need some kind of resistance training because that’s the key to revving up your metabolism, sculpting lean muscle and keeping the muscle you already have. But you don’t need expensive machines and you don’t have to join a gym – you can work out at home if you prefer. The beginner workouts can be done with nothing but free weights (like dumbbells) and your own body weight as resistance.

Q: I’m not a bodybuilder – will this program still work for me?

A: Yes. The program was developed BY a bodybuilder, but it’s not just FOR bodybuilders. Think of it this way: Bodybuilders are the leanest, most muscular people in the world, so if you want to get leaner or more muscular, who better to learn from? I designed the program so you can use bodybuilder and fitness model techniques to reach your own personal goals, whether that’s building muscle or just toning up, losing 100 pounds or the last 10 pounds, getting ripped or just getting leaner than you are now.

Q: Does the program work as well for women as men?

A: Yes, in fact our membership is now more female than male (53% women and 47% men in our last survey). Women have different needs and the program gives you the exact calculations for the female metabolism (there are separate calculations for men). The workout programs work equally well for men and women (women need muscle too, most women simply want muscle tone, not muscle bulk).

Q: I just turned 54. Am I too old to start this program? Please be honest Tom.

A: Honestly, you’re too old NOT to get started. The science shows that college-age kids don’t have to worry about hormone levels and muscle loss – getting in shape is easy for them. From your 30’s to 40’s and beyond, when hormones and metabolism start to change, if you don’t eat the right food and get the right exercise, your muscles (and bone density) disintegrate faster with every passing year, while fat goes on easier. Age 35-55 is our biggest member demographic and more people are joining us after 55 than ever because that age group is finally discovering how crash diets accelerate aging while training and feeding the muscle reverses aging.

Q: I can’t eat wheat or any products with gluten. Can I still follow the nutrition part of the Burn the Fat program?

A: Yes. Gluten intolerance is common and you can easily work around it. The food choices are flexible and substitutions are easy.

Q: I’m lactose intolerant. Can I still do the Burn the Fat nutrition program?

A: Yes. Lactose intolerance is even more common and it’s also easy to work around it. Dairy products are optional on this program.

Q: Will this work for vegetarians?

A: The program is very easy to adapt for semi-vegetarians who eat dairy, eggs and or fish (no meat). The program was not designed specifically for vegans but can be adapted for vegans as well, as long as you’re able to customize your own meal plans based on which foods you eat.

Q: Will this work in my country? I’m worried about not having the foods required where I live.

A: Yes. We have thousands of members in over 150 countries and you can adapt the food choices to work wherever you live.

Q: How can I be sure it’s safe to order online from your website?

A: Our checkout page is on a secure server, we are a Verisign-trusted site (confirming our identity, location and virus-free status), we’re A+ rated by the NJ Better Business Bureau and our Burn the Fat company has been trusted online since 2003 with a reputation for integrity.

Q: How do I log in to the member’s area and how soon will I be able to start after I order?

A: Just click the “ADD TO CART” button below. You’ll be directed to a secure order page. After you submit your payment details, you’ll be forwarded to the new member registration page on the member’s-only (Inner Circle) site, where you’ll be asked to choose your private user name and password. You can then log in to the Burn The Fat members area and start just minutes from now. You get instant access to the member’s area. Click the yellow ADD TO CART button below to get started:

HOW PRODUCTS ARE DELIVERED: This is an all-digital (internet) product. Burn The Fat Inner Circle is a private membership website that you access online with a user name and password that you’ll choose on a registration page after you sign up. All the products, services and bonuses are delivered in the member’s area. No physical products will be shipped. You get instant access to the website right after you order.

* TESTIMONIALS AND RESULTS DISCLAIMER: Results shown in our testimonials may not be typical. Photos shown on this page are among our best case studies and transformation contest winners. Typical weight loss is 1 to 2 pounds per week. In overweight individuals, weight loss of up to 1% of total bodyweight per week is more common. Faster weight loss in the first 1-2 weeks is common but is usually water weight loss, not body fat. Faster fat loss is possible, but not likely. This is NOT a fad diet or rapid weight loss program. Burn the Fat is a healthy lifestyle program and a long term approach to body fat reduction and maintenance. Permanent weight loss requires long-term lifestyle change and cannot be guaranteed. [More info about typical results and Burn the Fat challenge results]

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Tmnt loveboat: 💜 Donatello meets Penelope

Summary: It’s harmonys Halloween party! And Donnie meets someone special ;))

Chapter 4 Donnie extended his bo staff onto Mikey’s chest, pushing him awake. “Oh good you’re awake.” He smirked. “We’re about to leave.” Mikey flung the blankets off of him. “Im coming!” He exclaimed, running after his brother. They were preparing to go to Harmony’s Halloween party. Donatello jogged to the door were Raphael and even Leo awaited him. “Hai.” Heard Donatello, and all of them stood stiffly, even Michelangelo, who was halfway across the room. “Be careful my sons.” Warned splinter, walking into their view. “Remember losing a battle is hard for you, but losing four sons would be much harder.” They all bowed, in respect for their sensei, even though they were about to disrespect him by lying to him. “Yes sensei.” replied Leonardo. Splinter hugged each individual turtle before retreating into his room. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be watching my stories.” He waddled away, happy to have a Friday night to himself. “Do ya think he knows?” Asked Raphael once master splinter was out of ear shot. Leo huffed in shame. “No.” “Come on guys!” waved Donatello, running towards the exit, with Michelangelo trailing closely behind. Raphael and Leo looked at each other doubtfully before following Donnie and Mikey. ——–>(timeskip) Donatello slowly treaded on the sidewalk, his brothers following in a neat line behind him. He pressed a button on his watch and a hologram of a map hovered above it. “I think this is the place.” He said, pushing his glasses up. “Ya think genius?” Asked raph. “Obviously it’s the one with all the people goin’ in it.” “Hey I see harmony!” Exclaimed Michelangelo. Harmony jumped and waved from the front porch of the giant two story house. She ran towards the turtles. “Oh my gosh I’m so glad you guys came!” She smiled hugging Mikey. “For a second I thought you were going to wuss out.” She smiled. “So what do you think Michelangelo!” She said in a song like tone. She spun around, showing off her 70’s style dress that stopped right below her butt and her white knee-high playform boots. A pair of funky glasses with a golden metal frame and giant hoop earrings topped the whole look off. “I love it babe,” he smiled. “especially that dress.” “Get a room.” Raph smacked Mikey upside the head. Harmony furrowed her eyebrows. “Now now Raphael play nice,” Raphael backed off but didn’t say anything. “But first come dance with me Mikey.” She pouted before grabbing his hand and leading him into the house, where thumping music threatened to bust the windows open. Mikey shrugged has he was dragged away, abandoning them on the sidewalk in front of the house. They watched as a bunch of 20-something’s talked in groups on the lawn and the porch. Lots of people were dressed up fabulous costumes, a feather from a girl who was dressed as a giant peacock tickled Leonardo’s nose as she walked by. She stopped to look over her shoulder at him, “Hey turtle boy.” She grinned seductively, wagging her tail of feathers in his face. He half-smiled as she sauntered away. “Woah.” Said Raph and Donnie in unison. They walked into the house, ducking slightly at the door frame. They barely fit in a house already crowded with so many people. “Hey guys do you see Mikey?” Yelled leonardo over the music. “Yeah he’s right there!” Yelled raph pointing to the corner of the room. They all followed Leonardo, finally reaching Mikey who was dancing with Harmony. “Woo this is great!” He yelled. Raphael pumped his fist in the air. “Hell yeah let’s have some fun!” Soon enough, they were all dancing, sometimes with different girls sometimes just with each other. Music swallowed their thoughts as they finally were able to let loose. Even Leo danced, letting the music engulf his burdens and whoosh them away. Donatello panted. “I’m going to get something to drink!” He yelled at his brothers. “Get me a water!” Leo yelled back, preoccupied with the peacock girl who had hit on him earlier. Donnie ran to the fridge, grabbing two waters and sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen. He wiped the beading sweat off of his forehead. He spotted a pretty girl, with round blue eyes and bright red hair staring at him from the couch. He quickly averted his gaze, taking a sip from his water. The girl on the couch watched what she thought was a frat boy dressed as a geek turtle. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to work up the courage to talk to the tall and muscular turtle. She pulled her fuzzy pink sweater over her tummy. Oh I shouldn’t have worn this. She thought, peering at the fat on her stomach. Her faced turned an even darker shade of red. She took a deep breath. It’s cool. She thought, he has to be a cosplayer. His costume was so realistic, it’d be hard to believe it if he wasn’t a professional. She stood up to go compliment him on his costume, taking several deep breaths as she approached him. Donnie felt someone tap his shell, he turned around, startled by the pretty blue eyed girl who stood uncomfortably close. “You’re costume is pretty neat!” She yelled over the music. “You’re like a fighting turtle geek hybrid.” She struggled to describe it, only relaxing when Donatello chuckled. “I guess something like that!” She nodded her head. “I’m Penelope,” she introduced herself awkwardly. “Or penny is good too!” She smiled. Donatello’s heart fluttered at the way she batted her eyelashes at him. His throat was suddenly dry and his shell was getting tighter by the second. “Uh Donatello,” his voice cracked. “Or you know, Donnie.” She laughed, and his heart skipped a beat. The world jumped, “Donatello.” His name rolled off her tongue, slowing time down around them, their eyes met and Donnie thought about the way stars were exploding somewhere in the galaxy and he was here, right now, with her. “Do you wanna dance?” He blurted. He froze, his body tensing up with her silence. “Sure!” He stood up, awkwardly smiling as he led her to the corner of the room where his brothers awaited his return. “Hey don there you are!” Yelled leonardo, joyously. “Look guys don’s back!” His brothers roared all patting him on the shell at once, cheering. They all jumped, bumping shoulders. Penny laughed, they all had to be brothers, she thought. And definitely jocks of some sort. The turtles shook the house, making a quite a ruckus. Harmony watched as a tall slim man standing next to penny leaned over, “Look at these jerks.” He commented. She creased her eyebrows, “They’re not jerks, they’re just having fun.” He grabbed her arm, with a firm grip. “Come on let’s get out of here.” He tugged at her, she tried to snatch her arm away from him, but he kept his grip. Harmony tapped Mikey on the shoulder and pointed at them. Donnie turned around, only seeing a man grabbing penny and the disgust on her face. “Hey leave her alone, dude.” Donnie knocked his hand off of penny, slapping it away, Raph stepped forward but Leonardo stopped him, “Donnie’s got this.” He said, standing by in case he really did need them. Penny stepped next to Donnie, wrapping her body around his arm. He cringed, his heart stopped, suddenly everything around him sounded muffled. The man approached Donnie, he poked him in the chest, but all Donnie could think about was the way penny’s skin felt against his. He looked down at the man, obviously intoxicated, suddenly he could hear again, “-bitch.” Was the only word he heard, and Donnie kicked his ankles, knocking the man over, spilling his drink onto his face. He whined, splashing all over the place, struggling to get up. “My dads a lawyer!” He yelled in frustration. “Time to go!” Yelled Leo. Donnie and Mikey grabbed their girls, and ran after Leo and Raphael. By the time they reached the end of the block they were all laughing again. They stopped, letting the girls catch their breath. “Woo!” Exclaimed harmony. “That guy was a class A asshole!” She wiped a tear from her eye, only to create another one by bursting into laughter. “And he was wearing a suit?” She put her hand on penny’s back, as she laughed along with harmony. “Who wears a SUIT to a Halloween party?” She asked, jokingly. “Who knows, maybe he was dressed as his dad ‘the lawyer’” Mikey said mockingly. “Yeah too bad we didn’t get to kick some shell.” Raph grumbled. “So, who’s your friend Donnie?” Asked Leo. Donnie suddenly felt anxious again. “This is Penelope.” He said, stepping beside her. “Or penny’s cool too.” He looked down smiling at her, and she batted her eyelashes at him and his heart swooned all over again.

[catharia-catharsis]

Scenario!Request: Fancy Meeting You Here

Idk if this counts as a scenario (or maybe you can make it into a scenario?) so um jumin with a weightlifter mc please (her body is quite big and sturdy from lifting barbells). Im not fat but I have big arms and people have been commenting about it :/ your writing really brightens my mood so thanks haha

MC being set up on a blind date by her family with jumin, but they’re already dating it’s just that she hasn’t told her family.

Catharia’s Note: This is a request scenario for @stickfire​! Sadly, I’ve been quite pinned down with work and I have been trying to figure out a scenario for said request. If you don’t mind,  have combined the two requests into one since it would be more easier. (Please forgive me!)  Anyway, enough of me babbling about my life and it’s emptiness! I hope you readers will enjoy the fic below. Enjoy!

Two individuals sat opposite from each other on the living room coach, neither of the two talking. MC along with her father remained in silence as the ticking of the clock sounded through the tension-filled room. A scowl decorated the young woman’s features as she crossed her arms in front of her father in an indignant manner.  

“I don’t want to meet them, Dad.” MC’s usually bright eyes were narrowed in irritation as met the older man’s exasperated visage.

“Now, MC. You know that I wouldn’t ask you unless I would be concerned.”

“And these men you set me up with?”

“They are trust worthy individuals who I already met with already. ” The older man spoke tiredly as he rubbed his head weakly. “It wouldn’t hurt to meet them first now would it, Honey?”

The two had been going on for the past hour in regards to MC’s lack of marriage partners and her dear father urged her to meet a few potential husbands. Although MC loved her dear father to death and was well aware that she was approaching the age where she would need to get married.

But 24 isn’t even that old, is it?

The brunette knew that her father was being unfair but she understood that the man was merely being concerned for her well-being. Well, it is partially her fault considering that she never really got around to telling her family in regards to her fiance. It’s not really normal for young women to disappear for almost two weeks without contacting their families and instead coming back with one of South Korea’s most eligible bachelors as her fiance.

“Dad. There’s something I have to tell you-”

“That you’ll go meet the potential husbands that I have picked out for you?”

The young woman looked up to see her father looking so helpless. The old man was practically using his own version of the puppy dog eyes where his eyes started to tear up and his mouth trembled ever so slightly underneath the thick mustache the man sported. The man looked pitiful and It took everything MC had not to burst out in laughter at the ridiculous situation.

‘Poor Dad. I guess meeting a couple of them won’t hurt anyone.’

“Alright! Alright! I’ll meet some of these men you insist upon.”

“Thank you so much, MC! I’ve scheduled for you to meet them this evening.” The old man stood up from his seat and gave his daughter a tight hug. “Your mother would ecstatic once she hears this! She helped choose some of these men too!”

“Wait,This evening!? and Mama was in this too!?”

“Erm…I just remembered that you mother sent me on an erand, MC!” The graying hair of MC’s father became disheveled as his bright eyes avoided his daughter’s own accusatory ones as he motioned towards the small stack of folders on the coffee table in front of her. “Please look over those potential husbands, okay! Bye honey!”

“Dad wait!” MC tried to get up and follow her father who was already exiting the room, adamant in escaping.

Too late. MC’s father disappeared behind the living room door leaving her alone. The young woman dropped back unto the comfortable couch with a sigh as she eyed the small pile of folders. After a few minutes of debating with herself MC finally decided to go through the men her parents picked out for her just for entertainment’s sake. There was a total of three candidates and their ages, hobbies, background and professions were all listed on the documents.

‘Hmm…I guess my parents do have good taste. A physician, A university professor and a business owner.’

MC flipped through the pages and eyed the pictures of the men who-she must admit-look pretty handsome before reading their profiles. After a few minutes of reading, MC felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and she reached out to open a message from Jumin. She felt a small smile creep into her face as she dropped the documents on the coffee table to answer her fiancée.

‘I hope your enjoying your day off, darling. Did you want to have dinner together in the evening?’

MC bit her lip as she typed out a reply declining the offer using the excuse of having scheduled with a few individuals her parents wanted her to meet. The brunette glanced over the folders containing the documents before turning her attention back when she felt a slight vibration coming from her phone.

‘Ah, such a shame. I wanted to come home early and spend time with you.’

The young woman felt her cheeks burn, a small smile creep it’s way into her face and a faint laugh bubbled on her lips. She typed in another reply saying that she missed him much more and she would have rather be in his company than the people she had to meet in the evening.

‘How tempting, MC. But you should meet those people you parents want to meet. I’ll wait for your return patiently at the condo. I miss you, my love.’

God. MC threw her whole body unto the couch, clutching at the fluffy pillows as she clutched her phone to her chest. MC did not know what she did in her previous life in order to deserve such blessings and she silently praised whatever deity, god, spirit or thing for showering her with such happiness. She buried her face into her hands, discarding the phone beside her which bounced against the pillows. 

Han Jumin was the sweetest charming man on the planet and it was unreal how MC was able to have him all to herself. The brunette sat up and clasped her hands together as if in prayer silently praised whatever deity, god, spirit or thing for showering her with such happiness.

‘I’m sure Dad and Mama would approve of him but in the mean time I’ll  humor them.’

MC giddily slips her phone into her pocket as she reaches for the folder to flip through them once again. Also, it would be very rude for her not to know the names of the people that she would be meeting and after all, she had to make sure she wouldn’t embarrass both her and her parents. It’s not like she was going to go on a date with any of these men and accept them as her husband.

It was a little past 9 PM as MC glanced down at her watch while she sat across the last of the men her parents arranged for her to meet that night. The man in front of her smiled confidently as he answered all her questions politely in regards to his family and work background as they continued to talk. The table had been cleared of their dinner plates and only two glasses of beer remained.

The businessman-Michael- was a self-made business owner of various restaurants located in Seoul’s entertainment district. The man was charismatic, quite the flirt and devastatingly handsome. MC retained her pleasantly fake smile which was reserved only for irritating, self-centered jerks like Michael who seemed quite intent on keeping her from leaving.

“Did anyone tell you that you have lovely eyes?”

‘Umm…not really but thank you.”

“You have–” The slightly drunk man motioned to MC’s rather toned arms sluggishly. “–rather firm arms. You work out?”

“Excuse me?”

“I asked–” Micheal motioned to MC’s arms again as he reached for his glass of beer, hiccuping. “–I asked if you work out a lot.”

“Y-yes. I-I lift…”

“You have huge arms.” The brunette slightly bent herself over as if making herself smaller as the man continued to stare at her rather uneasily with a smile on his face. “It’s a bit weird seeing women with bigger arms than me.”

MC sighs softly and it took all of her will power not to lean over the table and smack him upside the head for staring and speaking to her rather rudely. One of MC’s noticeable features are her toned arms which she can attribute to working out. It still greatly bothered MC when people place her under scrutiny for not fitting the feminine body type which society expected women to follow. 

Sure, the man was drunk and had rudely pointed out her rather unfeminine quality but she cannot use that as an excuse to slap him which would  not only create a scene but also a problem for both their family relations. The best approach in this case is to excuse herself from the drunk businessman and go home to relax until Michael beat her to it.

‘Finally, the douche is leaving.’

“Ah, I should get going. It’s getting quite late.” Michael supplies as he fished out some bills as he got up while winking at MC before leaving the restaurant much to the woman’s relief. “Next time, we’ll have dinner at my place.”

‘In your dreams, Honey.’’

“Sounds like a plan!”

MC releases a breath and drops her smile as she leans back on her chair while watching the man disappear from the restaurant’s entrance. The young woman calls for a glass of wine but is interrupted by someone who sat in Michael’s place. MC’s face expressed surprise but a small smile creeped into her face as she immediately recognized the person in front of her.

“Fancy meeting you here, Mr. Han.”

The raven-haired man returned the smile with an amused expression before handing her a folder which looked almost similar to the ones containing MC’s future husbands.

“Am I too late for the interview?”

“Never.” The smile on MC’s face widened as she reaches for Jumin’s hand instead.

B O N U S:

“So that is the person you were meeting, MC?”

“Sadly yes.” The brunette sighed softly as she held Jumin’s  hand on top of the table as she finished her glass of wine while he sat across her. “He was the most unbearable I wanted to drown myself in a bottle of Chardonnay.”

“Then would you like to come to the penthouse for a drink?”

A laugh bubbles past MC’s lips as she gives Jumin’s larger hand a squeeze before tilting her head to the side in amusement.

“I don’t exactly go home with my dates on the first meeting, Mr. Han.”

“I have a case of  Sauvignon blanc back home.”

“Sold!”  MC laughs as her fiancee tugs her up from the chair before following him out of the restaurant, unresisting. “I’ll give you an exception, I guess.” 

[protectjuminhan]

Bella, could you tell us a story of something (that you hadn't shared yet) that made your relationship with Matthew stronger? Only if you want/can, and ofc thank u in advance! It's really cute how you talk about him! Makes me kinda believe in love ;)

Awwe! This one is what happend next that day, if you read part one please. This was a moment where i was trying to held in so much, and it didnt work. and Matthew had his patience and composure tested. It defiantly made us stronger when we got home and talked it over. im sorry for the swearing but its necessary to tell the story.

Part two:

April 29th, 2014:

“Would you like some clothes? I know you have a limited amount of them.” He was right, i only owned what i could fit in my suitcase at the time, and what i picked up from smaller stores on sale. He had finaly come around and wasent mad anymore, because he got back into ‘Lets find something sexy to convince her to buy’ mode. His playful face when trying to help me shop is something i was to patent and sell to to the general public, because its SO DAMN CUTE. “What about here?” He point to a higher end fashion store, one i would have to pray to the gods to find something in my size.

“Maybe not that one..” But he had already went in ahead of me. I walked in, and was greeted by the store manager, i think. She looked me up and own and bluntly stated “You may want to try a different store. Nothing here will fit that.” Point to my stomach. She wasent even trying to spit at me or anything, she just stated it like she was bored and didnt want to help me look for no reason. RUDE ASS BITCH. So she turned around and noticed Matthew, and smiled. Oh. My. God. Im not a jealous person most of the time. Most.  “Can i help you sir? Trying to find something for a special lady? Anyone with you on their arm must be a goddess.” Oh, you didnt understand lady.

“Yeah, shes curvy, do you have anything that is ment for heavier chested girls?” He kinda stuttered a bit, because she was pretty, you guys know that drill.  “yes! this section over here is the plus size section. Girls with big boobs or a nice butt have this section, and smaller girls over there. i didnt think you the guy who likes a little meat on his women. She must be so pretty, with how handsome you are!” She was laying it on thick. Trying to eaither get his number, or him to buy something. I stood back because when i get mad, i get kicked out of places for being sarcastically rude. He smiled akwardly, and made his way to the sweater dress he was eyeing up from outside, seen its size, and proceeded to turn it down. it was going to be to tight. (I have a reaaaaaally big chest, so alot of outfits wont fit there or will ride up in the belly part to compensate for space.)

“yeah, shes wonderful. I asked her out in high school. I like her curves, Her skin is soft, and i dont mind that shes got a little more, beanpoles are hard to hug with these arms.” “and arms you do have sir.” She slurred at him. He walked over to the bra section, and found one close to something i already have. Black and grey plaid, with black lace around the edges, and they had one in my size. He took it off the shelf and took it to the counter, turning around to see me at the door, being very quiet. THEN THIS BITCH OH MY GOD. “Is she making you uncomfortable sir? I asked her to leave already, nothing here will fit her. “ Looking right at me “We dont service fat people. You lot ruin our brand look. Now get out.”

*insert sinister chuckle* You guys dont understand, Matthew and i haddent had our first fight yet. We had ran into this problem before, but not as bad. It got worse when i got pregnant, but we found a way to cope and make it funny by then. Let me make this next part clear. I had never seen Matthew tap into that “The fuck did you just say” Yandere side yet.   All guys have one when being protective of their S/o.

“Can you come here?” He was looking at me with eyes i could not describe. Those eyes you see when someone is being dead calm. Trying not to strangle someone on the spot dead calm. I stepped forward, a little hesitant, because i knew something was wrong. “Do like this? Its really pretty.” “Yeah, it looks like one i have at home.” “Good, I thought it looked nice.” ‘Umm, that is one i have a set for and its one i wear when we sleep together, of course you like it. Whats wrong?’ was my thoughts. He pulled out his card and paid for it without having me take money out of the jar. And hands me the bag after he paid for it. “Next time we fuck, please wear this one, okay? I like the way the colors compliment your eyes. Lets find another store to buy clothes. This ones staff is horrible to talk to, considering all she was doing was attempting to get in my pants. what bad service.”  

“Yeah, i hear (insert store) had amazing service.” He wrapped his arms around me with all the bags still in his hand, placing a kiss on my forehead. “Noone disrespects my Queen and gets my Queens money. If i really didnt want to see you in this, i wouldn’t have bought anything. Lets go, my Queen.” (thats his favorite endearment) Of course she had to open her mouth. “This girl is the one you came in here for? Are you kidding me? shes so out of your league! Shes ugly and Fat, Why her? You would do better with me. And did you say you fuck her? What is she doing, paying you?” “Nope, In fact i gave her nearly 2 grand today as a birthday and late one year anniversary present. Now shut your moth before i contact your Superior and report you for being rude to us. She didnt do anything to you, and who i love doesnt concern you. Now, stop being a trash whore and leave us alone. My Queen and i are gonna give our money to anyone but you.” His face indicated he was repeating a phrase in his mind ‘hitting people is a bad idea’

When we got out of the store, he was silent. Not a good sign from someone who never shuts up. We reach one of those areas where there are sofas and phone chargers, and take a seat on the love seat, adding the bag to the chain system i made to prevent thefts. He set all our bags down and a little roughly pulled me closer where my only option was to wrap my arm behind his back. I felt it then, he was trembling. Men who tremble are on the verge of beating someones ass, or breaking down. Matthew looked like both at the same time. hes very emotional, and i just didnt say anything. i heard little gasps, those you hear from someone trying really heard not to cry by sucking in breaths. those sounds alone were breaking my heart, because none of her words were at him.  

“W-Why do please have to be so rude to people? We might have spent more than she will have in other customers all day, but instead she chose to shoo you out over your weight.” I forced my other arm out, in order to put it on his head. i put light strokes on his scalp. a sure way to calm him down and get him to let his feelings out. Creatures of habit will always be ones of habit. “Shhhh, you dont need to be upset over her simple-mindedness.” I tried to say, but he just shook his head. “Im tired of people telling me who i can and cant love. You ARE a goddess to me. And because you dont fit a type, i cant love you in their eyes. Why? Why the fuck do they get to tell me what to do?” He was ranting. Not being quiet about it. We were getting stares. I highly doubt he gave a single fuck at this point. We always got stared at.

“Matthew, i dont care. Your choices are your own. Just like her opinions are her own. She cant make you do anything but leave the store. People Make choice all the time and this was one you made..” “You make it sound like i chose you like a breakfast cereal. Thats not how this works.” He let go a little so he could dip his head into my chest, a habit when he feels insecure about something. “If you left me, i would rather live alone forever. Your love made me fix so many things wrong in my family. You arent a choice. If you would let me, I want to be together forever.” He was crying, I felt the tears on my exposed area of my chest. Do i make him cry harder by accepting? Do i ignore his statement? Do i make him laugh? Yeah, default. “You mean i have to deal with your crazy ass forever? i dont know if i can handle the puns. Oh god…. The puns.” I felt a chuckle followed by a sob or two. Bingo.

“Am i crazy for loving you?” Oh Fuck. I didnt know what to say. You see, Matthew isent perfect. you guys get the silly sappy stories, but hes really insecure about people loving him. Hes been abandoned and treated like a walking piece of meat so much he feels confused about everything. He felt like the only permanent thing in his life was me. This is called emotional co-dependency in a relationship. its not all that healthy, but no ones perfect. Its that troupe of “If You leave me ill kill myself! i cant live without you!” Saw He this far deep? No, hes not like that. But thats the jist of it.

“No, You dont chose who you love. And if thats me, im happy to have you as my personal eye candy, Koibito. You take good care of me, and i love you so much. Dont think that i dont love you just as much. Plus, you didnt hit her so i congratulate you there.” (Koibito means lover, or sweetheart. I mean it as sweetheart. Hes half japanese and says it to me all the time.) He relaxes a bit, chuckling again. He looked up at me with his joke-serious face “Is that all i am to you? Eye candy?” “Only the finest, i mean you are the hot one in this relationship!” I poked at his side, in a really ticklish spot, and got the reaction i wanted. That laugh that could cure cancer “Dont do that here, you will get REKT.”

We spent the rest of the day hand in hand, in all the rest of the store. I deduced that there was near 3 grand in that jar, and we spent about a thousand of it. I got a new system behind his back, because i wanted to play together later. i mean you know mall prices. a system and two shirts is 500$ smh calm down.

The point that was made here, a loosley put together one at that, is that life does have a path for you. There will be times you can branch off, and make your own. Matthew chose to go with me that day in high school. Life is like a book. Each chapter is a year. You write your book by living. No one will have the same book as you do, but they can connect, like a crossover au. If you quit writing you book, the reader will get sad. i know for a fact unfinished fan fictions are a pain to come across. Pain from life is never gone, its only shared with someone else so it doesnt feel so bad. My pain was my anxiety and self consciousness about my looks. Im not as beautiful as he is in 60% of humanities eyes. People love to comment on it, Oh well.  

Human nature and their capriciousness isent something you can fix. You just hope they have enough respect to not comment on it. Why? Because every human on this earth is beautiful. No one deserves to be told they are not to a human standard. You being alive is amazing, and you should be loved and cherished. This made me and Matthew stronger because he finaly came out and admitted to himself that i wasent there because of his looks. I was there because i love him, and he loves me. This is hard to say in relationships. But saying it is so important.

So let me say it a little louder for those in the back.

Humanities capriciousness to judge others is not something that can be overcome through degradation.

Only trust, communication, and understanding can help people overcome the impulsion and unpredictable decisions people that have to degrade others, instead of being respectful. I hope anything of this helps you understand that everyone deserves love, and some people are just hateful i dont have time for it haha.

[xxcowardicexx]

Dream (day 3)

* as I came to consciousness I realized my face was wet, probably from the tears I had shed in that horrible, horrible place. My guilt had finally set. My life was kicking my ass and it was terrible. Seemed the only thing I could do was cry. There was also something else going on, like there was an earthquake going on. Everything was moving..*

*suddenly I realized that the earth wasn't moving, I was. My eyes opened as I saw a black fox, the fur being illuminated by the moonlight breaking through the branches. Then I noticed that her black fur wasn't completely black, there were light shades of grey at the ends of her fur. She glowed a white hue, the fur glimmered in the moon. It was absolutely breathtaking. *

"Beautiful....." I said through my sullen state, it was much deeper sounding with lumps in my throat. But that pretty stopped the shaking, she stared at me in silence.

"A-are you okay?" She stuttered

I looked at her, but then immediately looked away.

"Sometimes I think you should have left me in that pond..."

*I got my face slapped so hard it fucking made sure I was awake.*

"And just let you die? How could anyone just sit there and watch that?" I could tell she was aggravated.

"..." I was still trying to comprehend what I had gone through, the demon that haunted my dreams...

"... seems like it must have been a pretty bad dream.." there was some compassion in her tone, which while she was sitting on her knees hovering over me made me want to cry more.

*I rolled onto my other side, away from her. I curled up into a ball slightly. Physically shaken, I cried more. There's something about fighting your own demons, and you being the demon you fight.*

*then, suprising me, she brushed her hand through my hair. I guess trying to console me, when she suddenly pulled her hand back.*

"Ouch, What the hell...?" She shifted a bit and made light for the fire behind her to illuminate my face, she pulled my head back to look at my face.

*she had a hand on my cheek when she realized something I had known for only a small amount of time...*

"A-are those horns?"

*tears from my face to her hand, and she pulled her hand back. I looked away and picked myself up. She had given me space to move, I didn't want to look at her. I didn't want to even look at myself.*

"I'm sorry..." the only thing I could muster..

"For what?"

"Everything..."

She sat there in silence..

"So you want to talk about anything..?" She said quietly

*I moved to the opposite side of the fire, I could tell that she was looking at me, her body language was that of being concerned, but afraid. I didn't blame her.*

*sitting down I stared into the fire. Knowing that one day I would probably meet the same fate. I shook my head.*

"Okay beautiful... what did you want to talk about?"

"S-stop calling me that"

"Well I call things as I see them."

"I. Hmp.. so do you want to explain just exactly what you are?"

"..........." I still didn't really know myself.

"I guess you could call me a monster, because that's all I'll ever see myself as."

"Hah, a monster? You look like a fox to me."

*I looked directly into her eyes, just as she said it and that smirk that she had was gone. There's always been something that I've noticed when I stare into someone's eyes. It's almost what they think is there to see. And I saw that my eyes in that moment that she knew I was right.*

*she turned her head. Breaking my gaze. I looked away as well.*

"I'm sorry..." I whispered.

"...so what's with those horns..?"

"Let's just say that you don't want to really find out.." I reply

"(Scoffs) some quality answers here."

*smirking* "if you hang out around me, that's probably be the best you'll get from me. Disappointment."

*she shifted slightly, looking at me, I looked back for a second, made eye contact again, and I immediately hung my head.*

"You don't seem that bad..."

*I burst out laughing*

"Oh come on, you run away from breaking branches in the woods. Constantly cry, and can barely hold a decent conversation. That may not be "good" but defiantly not bad!" She yelped at me.

*holding my sides*

"Beautiful, you should never judge a book by its cover. Eventually you have to open it, and turn the pages. And if you read the pages, you would understand why I'm always scared. And why you should be scared of me."

*I saw her body language change, tensing up slightly*

"And one of those things I'm most scared about is pain.." I trailed off

"You seem to only hurt yourself dummy" she quirked

"That's probably because pain always follows In my wake..."

"Oh stop it!"

*I picked my head up slowly, and looked at her.*

"Am I wrong?" In a serious tone

"Well..." she started thinking about it.

"So far, this whole time, I've been a burden on you. You carried me out of a pond, that I jumped head first into. Had to feed and water me, then you watched over me when I was weak. all I've done is put strain on your already hard life." I stated coldly, she was staring at me with heated eyes, apperently I said something to anger her, which only made me hang my head down.

"You also kept me from freezing in the woods, alone. Having to survive out here is hard, cold and lonely. So maybe having some company wouldn't be the worst thing you know? You seem to only think about yourself."

*when she said that there was a change in the wind, as it blew towards me, I smelled her scent. It was something that seemed off, an aphrodisiac scent wafted and assaulted my nostrils.*

*my mind was starting to go crazy, the scent was making my heart race, I looked at her, as she scooted closer. I scooted away, my heart was pounding. She looked at me with angry eyes.*

"Probably because everything I do ends up hurting those around me."

"Hmpf. Maybe some people like being hurt."

*my ears folded sideways, mentally, I knew this was a dream. One that I couldn't control, but my nose was being assaulted by this scent, my nose was burning with lust. In all honesty I just wanted her to crawl over here and show me how she felt. It was intoxicating. But then I shook my head*

"Trust me, I'm looking out for you. There will always be someone better to spend your time with. You don't know even know me, what goes through my mind at random bouts. I'm a fat, ignorant, ugly being that only spreads sadness and pain." I said, moving to laying down away from her.

*she sat down frustratedly* "1st. You don't know me either, so shut up about that nonsense. 2nd. You're not fat, you're actually kind of fit, and defiantly not ugly. To me atleast... 3rd. I've been around a few people and you're defiantly better to be around compared to them. And what could be so sad and depressing going on through your head."

*I looked at her sheepishly..* "at this exact moment there are people dying. Taking their final breath on this realm. And there's nothing I can do about it. There are those out there suffering and when I try to help, it seems to only make things worse. It makes me feel weak and pitiful just existing..."

*I sat up and sighed. i stared blankly at the fire.*

"Oh.. well, yeah that is sad and depressing.... but why are you thinking about that stuff? You can't help everyone. Also, things may SEEM worse, but like, don't things normally have to get worse before they get better?"

*I was processing this information when I felt arms wrap around me from behind. Her cheek brushed against mine and whispered*

"You may feel weak, but to me you have to be strong to deal with all those kinds of thoughts, but don't be too hard on yourself. Stop being scared of what might go wrong and start thinking about what might go right."

*I looked at her and she looked at me, and that's when she kissed me, for a second. And backed off*

*my heart was exploding in my chest. She looked stunned as much as I did.

"I-im sorry" she stutter out

"D-dont be" I stuttered back,

"W-we should get some rest, before the sun comes up..." I stampered

"R-right"

*I laid down next to the fire, and she laid in front of me, her scent wafting as I wrapped my arm around her, she cuddled up and we went to sleep*

[atakportal]

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Maybe you’ve seen that old ad where the skinny kid gets sand kicked in his face by a muscle-bound bully, then gets in shape and beats the bully up? That’s kind how I felt…

Because not only was I now truly “ripped” for the first time in my life..

It was like getting to tell the whole world, “Remember that kid from gym class with the manboobs? Well, have a look at this!”

Now, I’m NOT telling you this story to brag or hold myself up as some kind of “poster boy.”

There are literally thousands of my client’s stories that are more inspiring than mine…

Stories from ordinary men and women who have no interest in entering a bodybuilding contest, yet used this same “bodybuilder science” to achieve massive results…

People like Bonnie and Mike…

“My Goal Was To Be a “Hot Mom At 40,” And I’ve Achieved It. I lost 23 Kg’s and 12.5% Body Fat!”

“I’m a 40 year old mom of 3, ages 11, 6 and 4. Before, I was 85 kg and 36.5% body fat, size 40. I was fat and miserable. My family life and relationship were suffering. My husband knew someone who did Burn The Fat and it changed his life, so I tried it too. I lost 23 kg’s and kept it off ever since!”

– Bonnie VanNiekerk, Burn the Fat Client

“I Lost 137 Pounds! It Changed My Entire Life!”

“I used Tom’s BURN THE FAT program to lose 137 pounds, but it also changed my entire life and the life of my family. The goal-setting and mindset part of the program also helped me achieve emotional, physical and financial goals I never thought possible.

– Mike Ogorek, Burn the Fat Client

Rather than “smaller versions” of the same old body shape – their bodies take on a whole NEW shape…

And it’s because the one thing all these stories have in common with mine is the one secret hardly anybody besides natural bodybuilders and fitness models knows, or will tell you, about getting a lean, sexy body…

It’s the difference between struggling to “diet away” unwanted fat… and quickly, efficiently burning it.

Here’s why holding onto your muscle while you burn fat is so important, even if you have zero interest in looking like a bodybuilder:

Even though “diet gurus” and popular diet-industry books and magazines will never clue you in about it…

…it’s lean muscle that gives a great body its shape – a shape with all the curves and cuts where they’re supposed to be, and the stamina to do all the things you want it to do.

Just take a look at these bodies side-by-side and tell me what you see:

Pretty big difference, right?

It’s the difference I see all the time between “dieters” and “burners” who might look similarly “skinny” with their clothes on:

Yet the “burners” look great in a swimsuit (I’ll get to how in just a minute, so keep reading)…

… while the “dieters” still end up hiding under their clothes because even though they “lost weight”, they look soft and mushy with their shirts off.

This is exactly what you want to avoid… working your butt off to get thin… then having no butt… or worse, a droopy butt that looks even worse than when you carried more weight.

So why do you see so many more “skinny” people who look like the guy on the left, rather than the lean and toned guy on the right?

It’s not that the “lean and toned” folks pumped iron and packed on lots of extra muscle like a competitive bodybuilder would… The REAL difference is…

Yes, that means that if you burn fat the right way, you can “expose” the firm, toned-looking physique you already have, hidden beneath a layer of unwanted fat… if “dieting” doesn’t get to it first.

And this also means that if you lose fat the wrong way… the “diet industry” way… you might eventually become one of the “lucky” ones who manage to suffer through the torture and get “skinnier”…

But… to show you how bad it can get. I’ve had clients come to me for personal training who at a glance looked thin… BUT their body fat percentage turned out to be what you’d expect to see in somebody who’s visibly overweight, even obese.

One woman I tested was about 5-foot-7 and weighed 121 pounds on the scale… sounds good so far, right?

Then we got to her body fat: It measured an astonishingly high 28% – that’s 34 pounds of pure fat!

Now, I want you to imagine for a second, an arm bone with a one-inch pad of fat surrounding it, kind of like foam insulation around a pipe. That’s what her arm felt like… only the “insulation” was pure fat!

If you grabbed the back of her (very “thin”) arm… it was just one giant fat fold! Literally no palpable muscle at all, just bone and fat.

The fitness slang for this condition is “skinny fat”… and it’s gotten so common, there’s even a medical name for it:

Doctors call it “normal-weight obesity”…

and when they look at DEXA (dual energy x-ray absorpitometry) results or MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) scans like the one above…. they’re horrified!…

… because this means we have not one epidemic…

We have TWO EPIDEMICS: The obesity epidemic and the Muscle loss epidemic!

And the older you are, the worse the effects, because the older you are, the easier it is to lose muscle. Most people don’t know this, but losing muscle is one of the fastest ways to accelerate the effects of aging.

Because diets cause muscle loss, it’s not a stretch to say that dieting ages you faster.

With each new fad “diet”… you “diet away” lots of lean muscle, and just a little bit of fat. That’s the basic problem with “diets”: Every one you try is like taking one step forward and two steps back… so even if you “win” and “drop some weight”, you still lose!

And dieting danger goes beyond just looking “skinny fat”… because as bad as that sounds, ending up with the skinny-fat metabolism that goes with it is even worse.

As hyper-committed as bodybuilders are to burning fat… they avoid “diets” like the plague, and it’s not just that diets cannibalize muscle… they also damage your metabolism, making it harder and harder to burn more fat off, and keep the fat you’ve already burned from creeping back on.

That’s because typical calorie-slashing diets can’t fool your body… and the body’s response is automatic and unavoidable:

Decreased metabolism, hormone imbalance, sluggish thyroid, gnawing hunger pangs, low energy and “brain fog”… sound familiar?

Then, after a few encouraging pounds come off… just when you think all the suffering might have been worth it… you hit the dreaded, inevitable “plateau” where it just “stops working” and you end up gaining it all back just like the rest of the 95% of dieters who fail.

That’s right – if you’ve been trying to burn fat, one of your main enemies is… your very own bathroom scale.

You see the hypey claims every day: “LOSE 30 POUNDS IN 30 DAYS!” … “LOSE 10 POUNDS IN 10 DAYS!”…

These claims get people so focused on “moving the needle” on their scale… that if they don’t measure up on their daily “weigh-in”, their whole day is ruined!

Yet these “scale-watchers” never seem to manage to get rid of all their unwanted fat.

That’s because muscle weighs more than fat…

… and “diets” that pressure you to blindly “lose weight” without knowing where the loss is coming from trick you into sabotaging your figure and your metabolism.

So rather than putting your body through dangerous fads, body-wasting starvation diets, and frustrating “plateaus,” you get to look forward to a lean, firm, fit-looking body that’s strong in every way, and looks it too.

How can I promise you that? Let me properly introduce myself…

For the past 25 years, I’ve been involved in almost every aspect of fitness – personal trainer, nutrition consultant, fitness model, gym manager and best-selling author.

I’ve had the privilege of helping hundreds of clients in person, plus tens of thousands more online in the last 10 years alone.

In that time, my email inbox has never stopped flooding with incredibly inspiring stories from regular folks from every background, age and fitness level who have discovered the life-changing difference between “diets” that promise you’ll “lose weight”… and the way bodybuilders and fitness models burn fat.

And these same “ex-dieters” have continued to make all the Burn the Fat programs bestsellers every year, while countless “diets” and weight loss fads come and go, for no other reason than… The Burn The Fat System just plain works.

I’ve seen men and women aged 50 and older do it…

I’ve seen busy executives and soccer-moms do it…

I’ve seen people who were 100 pounds or more overweight and convinced “fat runs in their family” do it…

I’ve seen people in the worst, harshest conditions do it…

All of them are regular people with “average” or even “worse than average” genetics, not “genetic freak” bodybuilding fanatics, or celebrities with chefs and personal trainers.

And now that you know preserving your body’s lean muscle and metabolism is the biggest success secret bodybuilders use to burn fat while “diets” fail…

You’re probably wondering exactly how the thousands of everyday “Burners” who’ve discovered this system use it to strip off ALL the unwanted fat on their bodies, and feel great doing it…

So let’s dive into the specific “how to do it” tips I have for you today….

And this First Element has nothing to do with food or workout programs…

… yet if you’ve struggled to burn fat, this lesson will change your life so much that when it’s over, you’re going to want to share it with every person you love or care about.

Because the most successful bodybuilders, fitness models and athletes will tell you that the foundation of all your results comes from training your mind first.

That’s why the First Element of Burn The Fat has always been MINDSET…

I’m not talking about any kind of woo-woo “think-yourself-thin” mumbo-jumbo here… far from it.

I’m talking about “the science” of setting goals … and the psychology of achieving them.

I’m talking about reprogramming your mind for success, so that instead of fighting against cravings or forcing your self to the gym, your new healthy behaviors turn over to “auto-pilot” mode and all the healthy eating and consistent training that once seemed so hard is as effortless as tying your shoes or brushing your teeth.

I’m also talking about the power of visualization and re-making your self-image. You’ll never out-perform your self image. If you want to change your body on the outside, you must first change the image you hold of yourself on the inside…

Olympians, weightlifters, golfers, and other elite athletes have been hip to “mind training” since the 70’s, when the Soviets first revealed how they used these techniques to dominate in so many sports.

Bodybuilders are masters at this, and if you could get inside their thought process, you’d learn more about body transformation than you ever would by looking at their nutrition journal or training plan.

Countless clients and readers have told me that until they mastered their minds, they could never stay focused, stay motivated or stick with their program. After they mastered it, they were unstoppable!

Without fail, those who gloss over this at first and fail to get results, eventually realize the paradox that the biggest secret to physical change is mental change.

The Second Element of Burn The Fat is your right nutrition.

You might have heard the expression, “You can’t out-train a lousy diet”… and that’s 100% true.

Without the right eating plan that accounts for your individual needs and goals, everything else falls apart.

I’ll cover all the specifics and details of putting this plan together with minimum fuss in just a few minutes with you… so keep reading…

First, here’s a crucial tip about how bodybuilders and fitness models eat to get lean…

And it’s one of the most important tips I can possibly share with you, because it’s the total opposite of what every “diet” tells you:

Cutting calories is NOT the best way to burn fat.

That’s why, if you watch bodybuilders, one thing you’ll notice about them is that they always seem to be eating.

You see, while “dieters” eat as little as they can stand trying to get thin…

“Burners” eat early and often, because they know it’s the key to restoring and ramping up your metabolism into a fat-burning machine.

They simply follow the simple formula to determine how many calories their bodies need daily to maintain their current weight (the amount they’d eat if they didn’t want to drop or gain a pound)… and then cut that number by a modest 20%.

That way, you never unintentionally over-eat and store food away as unwanted fat… and you also never trigger your body’s “starvation response” by eating too little, so you never feel hungry.

In fact, many people tell me they eat more with Burn The Fat than they’ve ever eaten… yet they get leaner than they’ve ever been before (and some who under-ate before find themselves eating up to 50% more without storing an ounce of it as fat)…

After depriving themselves on diet after diet, they’re eating without guilt and feeling full, without the hunger pangs, cravings and “brain fog” they’re used to.

Now, you might be wondering… if bodybuilders use food to fuel their metabolic fire, where does the final FAT BURN come from?

Well, that’s where the final two Elements of Burn The Fat come in as a “deadly duo” to melt fat off your waistline…

… and those are your right cardio and strength training.

You see, “diets” do get one thing right: You DO need a “calorie deficit” in order to burn fat… in other words, you still need to use up more calories than you eat.

The difference is, with Burn The Fat, the “deficit” comes from exercise rather than food alone.

Unlike the “diet” strategy that tries to starve the fat, the bodybuilder strategy is to BURN the fat with increased activity.

Think of the third element – the right cardio – as a Fat burning ACCELERATOR…

But Burn the Fat is unlike any other program you’ve ever seen, because Burn The Fat Cardio doesn’t lock you into one type of exercise…

You don’t have sweat on a treadmill every day… you don’t have to jog… you don’t have to sit on a hard bicycle seat for an hour… you don’t have to do boot camps… unless you like them.

You see, the Burn The Fat way is not about what type of cardio you choose, it’s about how you do the cardio of your choice.

It’s a simple formula of duration X frequency X intensity combined with weekly micro-adjustments, that lets you dial your fat-burning UP or dial it DOWN (if you want to stop losing weight), with whatever type of cardio that makes you happy.

Couldn’t you lose fat, without cardio, with the right nutrition alone? Yes, but… that’s the long, slow, hard way, and there’s no telling how much muscle you’ll lose along with the fat if all you do is diet and you’re not using the fourth and final element…

The right strength training also burns calories and increases metabolism, so adding this fourth element is like getting a double boost in fat-burning, but here’s the real reasons to strength train:

Strength training is how you avoid getting “skinny fat” … or losing muscle when you’re in a fat-burning calorie deficit.

And remember – it’s lean muscle that gives a great body its shape – with all the right curves, and the strength to do everything you want your body to do.

Don’t worry – I’m not going to make you “pump iron” like Arnold Schwarzenegger or spend half your life at the gym – remember, this is designed for ordinary people with lots of other demands on their energy and time.

That’s why I’ve built perfectly balanced routines for every goal and level of fitness into the Burn The Fat Program, based on 25 years of experience training hundreds of clients in person and thousands more online.

Don’t worry about getting “bulky” or “too big”, either – believe me, there is no way you will ever wind up looking like a competitive bodybuilder by accident. It just doesn’t happen – not even for men, and especially not for women…

Of course, just like nutrition, there’s no such thing as a “one-size-fits-all” exercise plan, so I’ll show you exactly how to put your plan together and even adapt a workout you’re already doing if you want to, so please keep reading…

Alright, that was a lot to cover… You may be feeling a bit overwhelmed, and that’s okay. Basically, this means that..

PATH 1: Take the information I’ve given you in this fat burning tips report and try to “go it alone”… And who knows? You may see some success from this alone if you took really careful notes…

PATH 2: It’s what the vast majority of people who read this fat-burning report until the end choose… and it’s the quickest and smartest path to the body you desire and deserve…

Path 2 is one that’s been tested and proven again and again with clients at every level of fitness… whether they had a goal of losing a stubborn “last 10”, or 100 pounds or more.

The system I teach in Burn The Fat is the system I personally use, and it’s the ONLY system I know of that doesn’t try to put everyone in the same “box”…

And the main reason the original Burn The Fat has stood the test of time as a 10-year-straight bestseller while dozens of “diets” have come and gone is NOT because of me…

The credit for Burn The Fat’s continued success belongs with the over 300,000 clients, members, readers and customers in 152 countries who have succeeded with it… and proven over and over that Burn The Fat just plain works…

I’ve personally used it to stay as lean and “ripped” in my 30’s and 40’s as I was in my 20’s…

And many fellow “Burners” have even overcome disabilities as serious as being “handicapped with two bad hips, two canes, and bone on bone arthritis” to put these principles to work for them, like 61-year-old John Deegan…

BURNED: 34 pounds of fat, with two canes and bone-on-bone arthritis

– John Deegan, Burn the Fat Client

So even if your fat loss and fitness goals are nowhere near a world record… even if you’re competing with nobody except yourself… just by putting even a fraction of these hard-won secrets into action, you’ll start seeing results that will make you feel like stepping up on a stage and getting a medal.

I’ll take you inside The NEW Burn The Fat Program in some detail in just a minute, but first, I wanted to share with you…

These successful “burners” (below) followed the program during our 49-Day “Burn the Fat Challenge” contest that we run every year for our members (as a Burn the Fat member, you’ll be invited to these challenges too, if you want the extra motivation…)

“I shredded down to 4.3% body fat in 49 days”

“When I hit 30, I found myself with a belly for the first time in my life. I followed the Burn the Fat program and entered the 49 day Challenge; I had no idea how much it would change the whole rest of my life.

Staying in frequent contact with people in the Burn the Fat community, who were all heading in the same positive direction, made staying the course absolute. I will never have a belly again.”

– James Mauck, Burn the Fat Client

“I Achieved The Body I’ve Always Wanted! I’m Now 128 lbs At 17.7% Body Fat!”

“I learned an AMAZING thing: I love the feeling in my muscles, I love the burn, and I love the progress. The more my muscles popped, the more addicted I became to the training.

Another thing stood out to me: Food is integral. Don’t try to starve the fat. Fuel your body properly and it will perform better. It was like my body turned into a fat-burning, muscle-building machine.”

– Amanda Andrews, Burn The Fat Client

“My advice to anyone thinking about doing Burn the Fat is to make a commitment to yourself in writing and list all the benefits you will receive as a result of reaching your goal.” Don’t try to reinvent the wheel – the information and resources you need are right here, and the Burn the Fat community is amazing!”

– Gary Vollhoffer, Age 50, Burn the Fat Client

“I Lost 14 lbs, built some nice muscle, and went from a pant size 7/9 to a size 1! My husband and children can’t thank Tom enough for his healthy, natural, clear-cut program. If a home-schooling mom of five kids all under the age of eight can do it, anyone can!”

– Cynthia Cardenas, Burn the Fat Client

The Newest Burn the Fat program that you can get today is still based on the same bodybuilder-inspired nutrition and training strategies that I developed for personal clients, who expected, no – demanded – success, and those clients have been achieving success with these principles since 1989.

Only now, it’s even better…

In the early days, the only way to learn my system was to hire me in person, to train you one-on-one, in the gym.

Next came Burn the Fat private coaching, where hundreds of people did the program with me in person or long distance by phone or email.

Then tens of thousands more found this system though my Burn The Fat Inner Circle…

… And in the last 10 years, the Burn the Fat Program exploded, with over 300,000 people reading my Burn the Fat books.

A New, increasingly authoritative Burn the Fat Program has been fully updated and released in a never-seen-before online program.

This includes the new Burn the Fat Program together with the Burn the Fat Inner Circle, for total immersion in the community, and for online coaching from me.

The NEW Burn the Fat program delivers you the same fat-burning techniques my clients have used for years, and delivers it in 7 short and simple lessons.

I’ll get to the price (plus a crazy set of bonuses), in just a minute…

First, take a quick look at some of the fat-burning secrets you’ll learn in each lesson.

And that’s just a fraction of the step-by-step, actionable strategies included in the all-new online edition of the Burn the Fat Body Transformation Program.

When you order, you get instant access to ALL the Burn the Fat materials the moment you join, and I’ve broken the course into 7 steps in 7 days, so you’re not overwhelmed and I can walk you through each lesson, one day at a time.

The Burn The Fat 7 Day Body Transformation Program is just one piece of the total package. Now let me tell you about all the other bonuses you’ll get as well…

All the tools you need to make the program easy to follow are available at the click of a mouse: workout trackers, meal planner sheets, calorie calculators, protein, carb and fat calculators, Burn the Fat food data base, Burn the fat shopping list, Burn the Fat Progress chart Burn the Fat Goal Planners and more.

Amazing push-button software creates and saves your customized meals, daily meal plans, and recipes… lets you save foods, meals, daily meal plans and recipes as favorites… lets you add your own custom foods, and you can mix and match your custom meals and recipes into an unlimited number of daily meal plans, quickly and easily.

Forget about bland “rabbit-food” diets. Now you can enjoy our delicious, original recipes, all created and taste-tested by me first, before they were shared with our whole community of burners. Fast to make for busy time-strapped lifestyles, and no previous cooking experience is required. Who knew that eating clean and lean could taste so good?

To be absolutely certain that you will lose pure fat and not lean muscle, you’re also getting the e-book (New 2nd edition), “How To Measure Your Body Fat in The Privacy of Your Own Home.” Discover the simple 2-minute test to measure your own body fat at home and see why your body FAT is so much more important than your body WEIGHT.

With so much UNIQUE fat-burning truth packed into one single system, enough to shortcut years of struggle, you might think the New Burn The Fat program would be priced at a premium, and in all honesty… It really should be.

But my goal from the very first day I made this New Burn The Fat system available to the public online was to make it available to as many people as possible… people I knew could benefit from the rare information it contains, yet couldn’t get it from me in person.

If I priced it too high, I realized that would leave many people with body-wasting “diets,” potentially health-ruining “supplements,” and outright scams as their only refuge…

And that’s not what I want for you.

I’ve seen what this system can do for so many people in person… seen its effects in the emails and photographs sent in by people I’ve never even gotten to meet face-to-face… and I deeply believe you deserve better.

I want you to have the best, and I want you to experience it now, today…

To get started now, just click that yellow button below that says “Add To Cart” for instant access to the program (And of course, 100% of your investment is risk-free starting today – I’ll explain in just a second).

Get started now and as an extra bonus gift, I’ll include access to the entire Burn The Fat Transformation Success Secrets library.

These audios will be available in the Burn The Fat members area and you can listen to them online or download the MP3’s to your ipod or music player so you can listen in your car, while you work out, or anywhere

In these audios you’ll hear me as well as dozens of the Burn the Fat Transformation Champions – some of the men and women you saw right here on this web page – reveal their secrets to their remarkable before and after photos.

All together these audios contain more than 40 hours of motivation, education and inspiration that you can listen to any time, anywhere.

Again, this bonus gift is absolutely FREE.

And like I mentioned a minute ago,

In just 7 days, you will know all the secrets of the leanest people in the world. Then, all I’m asking you to do is put what you’ve learned to use. Try the system for up to 60 days.

If you don’t experience everything I’ve told you about and more in those 60 short days…

If you dont see your first results in your first week, and then keep burning off fat each week after that, week after week, I’ll gladly refund every penny you paid. No questions asked, no hassles.

Look below and click on the yellow button that says “Add To Cart” to start the 7 day program and claim all your bonuses now!

PS. Remember, the next 7 days will quickly come and go, and at the end of them, you can either be feeling just as unsatisfied with your body as you are now, or just as confused and overwhelmed about the right way to start, or…

The choice is simple. Still… I’ve noticed that nearly everyone I meet has a reason they want to put it off:

They’re waiting until New Year’s when the holidays are over, or after the kids start school, or the first day of the month, or after final exams are over, or whatever – there’s always some excuse to procrastinate. PLEASE don’t wait!

If you know you’re ready…

… if you’re at that point where you want to start the rest of your life today so that you can be a new person… leaner, healthier, full of energy, full of life, more fun, looking good, getting compliments…

… if that sounds good to you, then click the “Add To Cart” yellow button below, and let’s get you started now!

Q: Do you really answer questions and give personal coaching on your site? How do you find the time?

A: Yes, I really answer your questions on the Burn the Fat private forums and I spend many hours doing it. I don’t spend much time on social media, so I have more time for our members. However, I can’t guarantee this forever. This program is new and once word spreads, and it gets super busy, I’ll either have to cap membership, raise the price, or have Burn The Fat certified coaches take over for me. So if you’re interested in getting personal advice straight from the program creator (me), now is the time to get onboard.

Q: Do I have to take any supplements?

A: No. Most supplements are scams, some can be dangerous and the few that have scientific support have such a small effect, you would get more results just by doing a better job with your eating and training. You don’t need any supplements to burn fat or build muscle and you’ll never see ads or promotions for supplements in our members area (I don’t endorse or sell supplements and never will).

Q: Do I have to join a gym or buy any equipment?

A: You DO need some kind of resistance training because that’s the key to revving up your metabolism, sculpting lean muscle and keeping the muscle you already have. But you don’t need expensive machines and you don’t have to join a gym – you can work out at home if you prefer. The beginner workouts can be done with nothing but free weights (like dumbbells) and your own body weight as resistance.

Q: I’m not a bodybuilder – will this program still work for me?

A: Yes. The program was developed BY a bodybuilder, but it’s not just FOR bodybuilders. Think of it this way: Bodybuilders are the leanest, most muscular people in the world, so if you want to get leaner or more muscular, who better to learn from? I designed the program so you can use bodybuilder and fitness model techniques to reach your own personal goals, whether that’s building muscle or just toning up, losing 100 pounds or the last 10 pounds, getting ripped or just getting leaner than you are now.

Q: Does the program work as well for women as men?

A: Yes, in fact our membership is now more female than male (53% women and 47% men in our last survey). Women have different needs and the program gives you the exact calculations for the female metabolism (there are separate calculations for men). The workout programs work equally well for men and women (women need muscle too, most women simply want muscle tone, not muscle bulk).

Q: I just turned 54. Am I too old to start this program? Please be honest Tom.

A: Honestly, you’re too old NOT to get started. The science shows that college-age kids don’t have to worry about hormone levels and muscle loss – getting in shape is easy for them. From your 30’s to 40’s and beyond, when hormones and metabolism start to change, if you don’t eat the right food and get the right exercise, your muscles (and bone density) disintegrate faster with every passing year, while fat goes on easier. Age 35-55 is our biggest member demographic and more people are joining us after 55 than ever because that age group is finally discovering how crash diets accelerate aging while training and feeding the muscle reverses aging.

Q: I can’t eat wheat or any products with gluten. Can I still follow the nutrition part of the Burn the Fat program?

A: Yes. Gluten intolerance is common and you can easily work around it. The food choices are flexible and substitutions are easy.

Q: I’m lactose intolerant. Can I still do the Burn the Fat nutrition program?

A: Yes. Lactose intolerance is even more common and it’s also easy to work around it. Dairy products are optional on this program.

Q: Will this work for vegetarians?

A: The program is very easy to adapt for semi-vegetarians who eat dairy, eggs and or fish (no meat). The program was not designed specifically for vegans but can be adapted for vegans as well, as long as you’re able to customize your own meal plans based on which foods you eat.

Q: Will this work in my country? I’m worried about not having the foods required where I live.

A: Yes. We have thousands of members in over 150 countries and you can adapt the food choices to work wherever you live.

Q: How can I be sure it’s safe to order online from your website?

A: Our checkout page is on a secure server, we are a Verisign-trusted site (confirming our identity, location and virus-free status), we’re A+ rated by the NJ Better Business Bureau and our Burn the Fat company has been trusted online since 2003 with a reputation for integrity.

Q: How do I log in to the member’s area and how soon will I be able to start after I order?

A: Just click the “ADD TO CART” button below. You’ll be directed to a secure order page. After you submit your payment details, you’ll be forwarded to the new member registration page on the member’s-only (Inner Circle) site, where you’ll be asked to choose your private user name and password. You can then log in to the Burn The Fat members area and start just minutes from now. You get instant access to the member’s area. Click the yellow ADD TO CART button below to get started:

HOW PRODUCTS ARE DELIVERED: This is an all-digital (internet) product. Burn The Fat Inner Circle is a private membership website that you access online with a user name and password that you’ll choose on a registration page after you sign up. All the products, services and bonuses are delivered in the member’s area. No physical products will be shipped. You get instant access to the website right after you order.

* TESTIMONIALS AND RESULTS DISCLAIMER: Results shown in our testimonials may not be typical. Photos shown on this page are among our best case studies and transformation contest winners. Typical weight loss is 1 to 2 pounds per week. In overweight individuals, weight loss of up to 1% of total bodyweight per week is more common. Faster weight loss in the first 1-2 weeks is common but is usually water weight loss, not body fat. Faster fat loss is possible, but not likely. This is NOT a fad diet or rapid weight loss program. Burn the Fat is a healthy lifestyle program and a long term approach to body fat reduction and maintenance. Permanent weight loss requires long-term lifestyle change and cannot be guaranteed. [More info about typical results and Burn the Fat challenge results]

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