#bottom one is 2 men who gave up on their physiques

[overbearingstruggles]

@riandawson

#we’ve really lost the plot when Jack saying No and Rian is being annoying #bottom one is 2 men who gave up on their physiques #Alex reverting back to like 2015 with his meh arms. put some sleeves on already #sorry we’ve run out of time for Zack #all time low #Rian Dawson #Alex looks like he’s in Metallica in 1994

[so1arso1stice]

can you please write a bottom!yeji x reader? thank youuu

yas + ur welcomee

A GIRL’S FANTASY

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stripper!softdom!yeji x f!sub!reader (reader is introverted and doesn’t really go out often)

summary: reader doesn’t really go out much, so when her friends decided to take her out to a club, they wanted to make it her best night yet 😉

warnings: smut,

an: TYSM FOR ALL OF THE LOVE ON MY LAST FIC!! SERIOUSLY ILYSM ♥️♥️♥️💕💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

inspired by another blog post i read (it was a ningning fic instead), i forgot the name so srry if it was u i sampled this from

btw pls send me more anon suggs! i love reading and writing anon suggs, but the only thing is pls give me plot!!! im not a good at coming up w/ plot

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how did you, somebody who literally never goes out end up at a packed STRIP CLUB on a friday night? well you have your friends to thank you for that! your friends were always like “why don’t you go out?” “it’ll be fun, i promise” and “just this once, please!” eventually you started to get tired of them saying this stuff so you finally gave in and decided to waste your friday night this.

“y/n, i promise you’ll love this!” one of your friends say. “yea, and what if i don’t?” you say back. this causes your friends to roll their eyes in a sarcastic annoyance. “so, it’s the experience that counts, now come on let’s get in!” one of your other friends say as you guys enter the strip club. (pretend getting id’ed doesn’t exist here 🥰)

your goodness this was probably one of the craziest things you’ve ever seen. this huge strip club filled with tons of men and almost half naked women, it was kind of an odd sight for you. you didn’t even notice that you stopped in your tracks until one of your friends notices and says “y/n? you ok?” you nodded and your friend gave you a soft smile “i’ll be at the bar, come over if you need anything!” your friend says before she walks over to the bar, along with your other friends, leaving you alone.

you decided to just sit at one of the lounges and go on your phone, occasionally looking up at the pole dancers (i can’t blame you) until a specific one catches your eye. she was beautiful, those captivating cat eyes, that beautiful ginger hair, and stunning physique. you felt like you were being hypnotized with her beauty.

that wasn’t it, she actually walked off the stage, to you! “hey your cute, what’s your name?” you honestly thought you were dreaming. “my name is… y/n” you were honestly starting to forget your name

“that’s cute, i like that name.” you started blushing like crazy. “are you busy right now?” she asked. when she asked that you started to think about your friends, what they would think.

you thought that they would want this since they were the ones who took you out anyways. so, you nod your head no. “perfect! come with me!” she says after taking you into a room. the room was dimly lit with a chair in the middle. “can you sit in that chair?” she asks and you do just that.

she’s smiling and looks happy. randomly, she takes off her bra. “are you okay with this?” she says. you nod , excitedly waiting to see what’ll happen next. “alright, so i assume your also ok with this..?” she says as she goes to pull off your shirt, showing off your red bra. you start blushing like crazy. “yes, please continue” you speak out.

she goes down and pulls off your skirt and wet panties and starts going DOWN ON UR PUSSY. she starts to lick and kiss on your clit, slowly going deeper and into your g-spot. you were in heaven; you were a moaning mess and this was one of the best feelings you ever had.

“i-im close…” you manage to speak out. she goes faster and faster as soon as she hears your words, destined to make you cum. out of the blue she adds 2 fingers. you couldn’t handle it and had to cum all over her mouth & fingers.

“you did great. now, do it again for me.” you honestly felt tired from the first orgasm but manage to get the courage to cum again for her.

you spread your legs open, ready for her mouth again.

she smiles on your glistening pussy, then goes down to lick off the cum. she starts to each you up again like she’s hungry as FUCK. you already felt like cumming the moment her lips hit your clit.

you couldn’t help but push her head deeper inside. you didn’t want her to stop, it felt too good. “i’m close… a-again…” you said in between moans.

as soon as you said that, you came. all over the chair you were sitting on aswell. she chuckled, “i make you feel that good?”

you nodded tiredly. after that orgasm you were DRAINED. you also checked the time and noticed that it was late. “i really have to go…”

“awh, already? ok then.” she says as she gets up. you start to put back on your clothes and take your bag. “thanks for that, it honestly felt good” you say under your breath, which she still hears

“i’ll make you cum more, trust me” she says she winks and waves goodbye

you quickly leave, not noticing her comment and manage to meet your friends about to leave. “girl where were you? we were looking all over for you”

“it’s not special anyways,” you said, “let’s just get going” you say as you quickly leave and get into the car, your friends trailing behind you.

as you got in the car you checked your bag, everything that was originally there, was there! but there was something else in your bag. it was a note and it read “hwang yeji (the girl who fucked you) 000-000-0000, call me ;)”

#kpop #kpop smut #itzy smut #itzy #itzy yeji #yeji smut #solar answers #smut

[ver-rai-ety]

Pirate AU pt.2

The many well off individuals were being corralled into the center of the ship like farm animals into their pens along with the few guards who hadn't been escorted to the bottom of the sea in the midst of their raid.

One younger guard had been festering in the back, a rifle within near reach, he decided to bide his time and wait for a moment to strike these monsters that plagued “their seas.”

As the clouds had cleared from the sky, the moonlight reflected off the water and illuminated the sea much more clearly.

The ship that held many affluent people was definitely built for cruising and pleasure over long sailing, and its size was much smaller compared to the ship that had commandeered their hospitality.

The many different crewmen had begun inspecting and acquiring various items and treasures.

The handful of captive passengers were being encouraged to put their items in the bag.

One particularly proud man attempted to stand up to the pirates, refusing to hand over a golden pocket watch that had been in his family for generations.

A rougher crewman had begun to threaten the old man, preparing his pistol as he approached closer.

“That’s enough!” a voice called out from high up.

From the night sky a rope had dropped near this commotion followed by the sound of cloth heavily rubbing against the binding tool.

The shadows of the night above had birthed a figure in a flowing coat that came cascading towards them.

A large *Thoomb* could be heard throughout the entire ship as the cloaked figures' boots collided with the deck, the collision demanded silence as the figure steadied itself looking down at the wood that kept them afloat, the hat upon their head obscuring their face.

All eyes were on this new figure with the pirates smirking at their arrival.

The new figure stood up straight, revealing their towering size and most importantly the haunting mask that obscured their face.

Adorned on their face was a white and red mask that resembled some kind of reptilian beast, a sight most unnerving to most “civilized people” like the ones aboard such a ship as this.

This new figure took long strides towards the old man who had been fighting back their forces. As their strides got closer the differences in their sizes were far more clear.

The masked figure loomed over the older man, his shocked expression looking even more pathetic from their point of view.

A hand reached out, grabbing the pocket watch with no resistance, the towering figure inspecting it.

“In your family for generations you say?” The figure pondered before pressing the mechanism to open the time keeper.

“I suppose this is your family then?” They asked, positioning the now opened watch at the captive crew, revealing an old photograph, not of any people that resembled the pale white man in front of them, but a small and happy black family.

The man refused to speak another word but the expression on his face and the amount of bullets he was sweating spoke enough.

Upon closer inspection of the photograph, some splatter could be seen. While the night sky could easily confuse this splatter for Ink, any pirate worth their sea legs knew what blood looked like when it was spilled.

In the intense silence, the young soldier knew a chance when he saw one and lept into action.

He dove towards the pistol, pulling back the hammer and was aimed at the masked figure only to have his hand crushed under a very powerful grip that raised him up into the air immediately after.

When the pain had subsided he could see a rather attractive looking woman with eyes that resembled a squinting cat, and her build could put most of his fellow navy men to shame, however it was her dress that directed attention away from her muscular physique as she so elegantly blended in with the royal and elite.

She gave him a very devious smile before delivering a devastating punch to his stomach, knocking all of the wind out of him and releasing his grip on the gun, dropping him in the process.

“I apologize for the commotion captain.” The muscular woman stated as she addressed the masked figure.

“Excellent work as always Ms. Talon.” The masked figure responded.

“As you can see, my crew is well equipped to deal with undesirable hindrances.” The figure stated as they turned away from the small crowd of captives.

“And for the incredibly stubborn obstacles….” The figure pointed towards their ship,and with an immediate reaction, a singular canon was fired, startling the bureaucratic captives.

“Ms. Fang loves to remove them.” The masked figure finished their thought as everyone's attention was now focused on the large chunk of ship missing from the front end.

If not for the burnt wood and small fires remaining, it looked as though a bite the size of a great white was taken out of the front.

“Wait!” Another older man spoke up.

“Could you be…Captain Drake?!” He questioned with a twinge of fear in his voice.

There was a slight pause between the old man’s question and the masked figure's response.

“It seems my reputation speaks for itself. Now if you don't mind, I have an appointment with your hosts.” 

#Pirate au #ranger rai #pirates #new stories

[obligatorynasty]

Pretty sure stripper!peter has been done before, but my brain wouldn’t let me write anything else unless I wrote this first, so yeah.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Silk and Honey (Stripper!Peter)

“FRI, you’re sure this is the place?” Tony stood atop an adjacent building, donning his stealth suit and staring down at the mess of neon lights, drunk patrons, and loud music spilling from the establishment.

“Yes,” FRIDAY replied. “Surveillance from nearby security and traffic cameras indicate that the target, Spider-Man, was last seen entering this building from a back entrance at approximately 9:50 PM.”

“FRIDAY, this is a strip club.”

“That is a correct assessment of the location, boss.”

“I don’t remember programming any of that sass.” Tony grinned, knowing that the AI must have learned it from him. “Okay, let’s ditch the suit.” He jumped into an alleyway, easing his fall with his boot thrusters as the nanotech melted away from his body to reveal a classic Tony Stark gray suit. “I can see the headlines now: Tony Stark enters Gay Strip Club under the Guise of Night.” He laughed as he fastened his cuff buttons, adjusted his hair, and placed his signature sunglasses on his face. “Pep’s not going to let me hear the end of this one, is she?”

FRIDAY’s interface gleamed across the surface of the glasses, “Analysis of previous instances leads to a no, boss.”

Tony rolled his eyes at his digital assistant and exited the alley. As he approached the building, crowds of eyes and gossip surrounded him, yet, he kept himself in stride, completely unfazed by the chatter. He was used to it after all. At the door, a bouncer’s face lit up, “Oh wow! Sir, you’re Tony Stark!”

“Yes,” Tony sighed. “And you’re nondescript strip club bouncer.” He gave the man a bored look. “And you also happen to be in the way.” The smug grin that undoubtedly appeared on his lips was one that Rhodey always told him not to use because it’s rude and makes people feel inferior.  But Tony had no time to worry about the bouncer’s response. He had a spider to catch.

The inside of the club was dimly lit with purple hues, save for the stage which was basked in a warm red spotlight. The place reeked of boozy drinks and the men that drank them. They sat in chairs that encircled the stage, grabbing at the young male servers and throwing dollars at the blonde stripper dancing around the center pole. The music was energetic and the dancer was even more so, popping his body in time and gaining perverted whistles from the groups of men.

Tony took a seat at the bar that spanned the back wall and tapped against the wooden surface to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey, you.”

The bartender peeked up. “Yes, sir?”

“Would you happen to know if any high school kids work here?”

“No, sir! Absolutely not!” The bartender was adamant. “Everyone who works here is eighteen or older. We would never hire someone younger than that.”

“Sure you wouldn’t.” Tony deadpanned. “Then does someone by the name Pe-?”

“Now wasn’t that just a phenomenal performance! Show our boy some love!” The DJ’s voice boomed over the music, and Tony’s conversation, as the blonde boy on stage quickly collected his earnings and sauntered backstage. “The next dancer we have for you is our newest boy-” The men hollered at the announcement like a pack of wild dogs. “And clearly a fan favorite I see. Let’s get those dollars out for the young, gravity-defying beauty himself. Make some noise for Silk and Honey!”

All the lights in the club went dark, except for the stage’s red spotlight, and the men practically howled when it happened. From behind the curtain, a young boy stepped onto the stage and posed, face turned away from the crowd. He wore a loose black outfit that covered every inch of his body and as the music began lowly drumming through the darkness, the fabric flowed in time.

The kid swayed his hips to the sensual rhythms and took ginger steps towards the pole. His feet strapped in shiny sliver stilettos and his nose and mouth covered in a white silk mask that hooked on the ears. He clutched the pole, strutting around it and rolling his body to the music. And when one man screamed a very distracting ‘Take it off!’, the boy obliged. Without halting his mesmerizing movements, the kid’s hands danced at the bottom of the loose shirt in a tease before pulling upwards, revealing a white strappy chest harness that made Tony’s mouth go dry. The pants were next to go. They tore away in a quick motion and unveiled a pair of silk booty shorts that cupped his body in a way that left nothing to the imagination.

“Boss, image analysis indicates that Silk and Honey’s physique is an exact match for Spider-Man’s.”

***

“Okay, let’s just not talk for a sec, FRI.” Tony blushed, realizing that he was being enraptured by his target but making the hasty decision to let himself have this. He wanted to watch.

The kid grabbed the pole again and hopped towards it, his legs hooking the pole at the knees as his body spun around effortlessly. The sensual rotations gained delighted cheers from the men fawning over him. As he eased himself down into a headstand, they threw stacks of ones against the stage, and as he dropped his legs into a split, the crowd clapped and whistled. From his place at the bar, Tony intensely stared, unbelievably enamored with the boy’s flexible body and the way it moved.

The kid commanded the attention of everyone in the room. He was breathtaking. His performance was full of aerial tricks; spins and kicks and climbs and drops. Tony found himself holding his breath, especially when those heels clicked together or those creamy legs spread apart and the light hit them just right. Or when he dropped against the floor on his knees and bent over like he was being fucked. Tony knew it was just typical stripper floor work – there was nothing inherently special about it – but something about the way the kid did it made blood rush to Tony’s pants.

Then the kid’s song began to culminate, and the hollering from the men was in crescendo as if to beg for one final move. And the kid rewarded them. He climbed to the top of the pole and flipped, maintaining his poise and treating the ceiling as the floor. Again, he strutted around the pole, rolling his body to the music, but this time, he was upside down. It was so beautiful and seamless and, just as the DJ said, gravity-defying. Tony wanted to watch more. He almost needed it.

The kid finished his performance with a drop that made the whole room gasp. He was centimeters off the floor, thighs clutching the pole, body in an alluring plank, and eyes smiling at his fans who showered his body in money.

“Give it up for the illustrious Silk and Honey! Always a treat when he hits the stage!” As the DJ spoke and the kid collected his earnings, the low purple lights switched back on. “Before we move on to our next dancer, my boss says I must remind you that private shows can be requested at the bar! Now, next up...” The DJ began announcing the next talent but Tony stopped listening; his brain overrun by thoughts of the kid’s performance.

“Boss, I’m detecting an increased heart rate and blood pooling in the gr-”

“Didn’t I ask for no talking?” Tony whispered under his breath.

“You requested a sec, which, through analyzing your usage statistics, I have calculated to be somewhere in the interval of one second to two hours. Therefore, I am unable to deduce the proper amount of waiting time.”

Tony rolled his eyes at his AI, ignoring her sass once again and, instead, grabbing the bartender’s attention. “Get me a private room with Silk and Honey.”

“Yes, sir.” The bartender nodded and began ringing up Tony’s purchase on the register. “How much time would you like to-?”

“All of it.”

“Excuse me?”

“All of it,” Tony repeated with a sarcastic glint in his eye. “As in from now until closing.”

The bartender gave a surprised face but didn’t dare question the large sum of money Tony dropped on the boy. “You can go to the third room. He will meet you there.”

Without a thank you, Tony moved towards the private room area to the left of the bar. It was separated by a satin curtain and guarded by a bouncer that nodded and waved him in as he approached. The hallway was filled with the aroma of liquor and the sounds of satisfied men. When Tony reached the third door, it had a small sign hanging on it with Silk and Honey written in cursive.

“Mr. Stark?”

Tony’s gaze snapped to the voice behind him. The kid was standing there. His mouth and nose were still hidden behind his mask and his body was still wrapped in that sexy leather harness, those eye-catching heels, and those scandalous short shorts. Tony’s breath caught but he parted his lips to speak anyway. “That would be me, kid.”

The kid’s eyes sparkled and his cheeks raised, and Tony couldn’t help but picture the sweet smile that lay beneath the veil. “Thank you for paying for me tonight.” He placed a hand in Tony’s and pushed open the door. Inside was lit like the club, low and purple. There was a raised platform with a single pole and a sofa facing it. “Sit here, Mr. Stark. I want you to be very comfortable.”

Tony took a seat, “How old are you, kid?”

“I’m of age.” The kid’s heels rhythmically clicked against the black linoleum as he stepped on top of the platform, placing a hand on the pole. “Now, is there anything special that I can do for you, Mr. Stark?”

Tony cleared his throat, knowing that he needed to throw away his attraction to the kid and focus on his mission. He knew he needed to confront him about being Spider-Man. He knew he had to ask why Peter Parker, a seventeen year-old high school student, was working as a stripper. He knew he had to do these things. But he didn’t.

“Why don’t you start by taking those shorts off for me?”

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Part 2: x

#starker #obligatorywrites

[vintage-story-time]

MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 1

Jim Andrews stared through the window of the plane as it came in for a landing at LaGuardia. He had never seen anything as impressive as the island of Manhattan; it looked like every square inch of the island was filled with a skyscraper. At 17 years of age, the biggest city he had ever been to had been Des Moines. When his sister, Elizabeth, had written to him and asked him if he wanted to come visit her, he'd jumped at the chance. He felt the same urge as Elizabeth had; to get out of the backwater burg his family lived in back in eastern Nebraska. He admired the way Elizabeth had just tore out one night, leaving a note for their parents that she was going to travel and see what else was out there in the world. That had been 3 years ago and no one in the family had seen her since. Occasionally a postcard would come, addressed to him, from different cities around the country. Chicago, New Orleans, Dallas......but never with a return address. Then, a few weeks ago, a letter. And then a week later, a round trip ticket from Topeka.

The plane was coming in low now over the Long Island Sound. He'd studied a map in the family Encyclopedia Britannia; probably outdated but he doubted they had changed the name of the Sound. He looked over again at Manhattan, still not believing his sister had made it this far from home. Jim came out of the airplane entrance ramp, walking in the midst of other passengers. He moved forward, swinging his head from side to side, looking for Beth. He tried to keep in mind, as he scanned the faces around the gate, that his sister was sure to have changed in the three years she'd been gone. The crowd began to thin away, people meeting their families and heading for the baggage claim. Jim was beginning to feel dumb, standing there with his head swiveling around. "Jim?!" He looked around and there she was - his big sister, Elizabeth. Man, had she ever changed! When she's left, she'd had short brown hair and the fashion sense of any other teenaged girl from eastern Nebraska, namely jeans and T-shirts. But now there was a wild looking girl....no, woman...in tight black Lycra pants, a bright red half-shirt that let her stomach bare and a tan suede jacket with lots of tassels swinging everywhere. Her hair was now blondish, long, over her shoulders with a tight curl. "Look at my baby brother - all grown up!" Beth said as she ran up to him and gave him a big hug which he returned with equal affection. "Beth, man, I've missed you..look at you!" He let her go and motioned to her attire. "You look like a fashion model or something." "What, these old things!" Beth laughed. "When in New York, do as the Yorkers do. Come on, let's go get your bags. I'm sorry I was late...it was hell getting a taxi today." "You don't have a car?" Jim said. "No one in New York has a car. There's barely enough room for the people. You'll see. This the most remarkable city in the world..... Tomorrow I can show you around, do the tourist thing." "Sounds good to me." Jim said as they headed down the concourse. In the cab on the way to Elizabeth's place, they caught up a little on the three intervening years. Elizabeth asked about the old town, the high school, if he knew anything about any of her old friends. Jim pumped her for the things she had seen on her travels, how she liked New York, etc. Beth seemed to want to steer away from the topic of why she hadn't kept in touch with the family more; she would just say that it was probably best for everyone, then added she hadn't wanted to worry them. "So, tell me, little brother, do you have a girlfriend back there?" "Well, I've had my share but I'm free at the moment. Why? You got someone you want to set me up with while I'm here?" "No, I was just wondering. When I left, you were still in the 'girl's are yucky' stage." Elizabeth laughed. "Yeah, well, I came to my senses." Jim smiled as the taxi slowed and pulled to the curb in front of tall brick building. "This is it." Beth said as she opened her door. A few minutes later, Beth was opening the door to her fifth story apartment loft. She walked in and hit the lights as her brother carried his case in. "Holy shit! This place is great." Jim complimented her as he looked around. The apartment had real high ceiling, wood floors, cool furniture. "Glad you like it. You can put your bag in here," Beth walked over to a door and turned on the light. He went into the bedroom and dumped his bag on the bed. The room was modern looking and clean. Overhead there was a skylight that was sure to let all the light in in the morning; sleeping in was going to be tough. "You'll be staying in here. This is my room usually. I'll be sharing my roommate's bedroom." "Roommate?" "Yeah, did you think I could afford this place by myself?" "I don't know. What kind of a job do you have?" Jim asked. "I'm a hostess at a club here in town. A really trendy place. It's private, in fact." "And what, you are on a salary?" "Yeah, but most

of the money comes from tips. The member's are loaded....it's really easy work. Just a lot of smiling. Anyway, I hope you're hungry, I'm going to make us some dinner." "I'm starving...all I got was some peanuts on the flight." "Good. Go ahead and unpack and I'll get things going." Beth left him, pulling off her suede coat as she went into the living area. Jim watched her leave and for the first time thought of how attractive Beth had become. She had to know that the clothes she wore left little to the imagination. The tight pants showed off her fine legs and cute bottom. Jim bet she played on her good looks at that club of hers, flashing a smile at the old codgers who'd give her a big tip just for the illusion of her maybe being attainable. Being blessed with good looks was a pretty easy way to get by in life but he couldn't hold that against Beth. It had gotten her away from Shitville, Nebraska. Jim put his clothes in some empty drawers and took his toiletries into the bathroom. Being a neat person by habit, he opened the medicine cabinet to see if there was enough room for his deodorant and shaver. And was surprised to find the cabinet totally empty. Not a bottle of pills, not a pair of tweezers, not a jar of nail polish - nothing. He opened the drawers by the sink and found them empty as well. The absence of any girlie items anywhere in the bathroom struck him as curious. He didn't think Beth had emptied everything out and taken it into her roommate's bathroom; no reason to go to all that trouble, just take the essentials over. The bathroom looked like it wasn't even being used. Jim stowed his stuff in the drawer, kicked off his shoes and went out to see what his sister was making for dinner. "Whoa! Who is this?" Jim said as he looked at a picture of his sister and another woman near the entrance to the kitchen. "Oh, that's Julie, my roommate....well, don't walk on your tongue!" Beth said as she took a bowl out of the cupboard. Julie looked like every man's ideal woman. In the picture, she was standing next to Beth with her arm around her shoulders. Beth was probably 5' 7". Unless Beth was standing in a hole, Julie must be at least 6' 2". Brunette, almost black hair, worn to mid-back with lots of body. Her face was attractive - not great, sorta tough looking but it certainly could be overlooked. But it was Julie's body from the neck down that probably stopped men in their tracks. Julie was stacked. Big round tits with a lot of cleavage showing. 'No way those are real,' Jim thought to himself. Hips that flared nicely, plenty of meat to grab onto there. Legs that looked like she had worn out a Stairmaster. 'She looks like a fuckin' superhero,' Jim thought. Finally he moved on into the kitchen where Beth was smiling at him knowingly. "Yeah, she gets that reaction a lot," Beth said as he leaned against the counter. "I bet she does. Is that all her?" Jim said as he motioned with his hand over his chest. "No.....but she says it was the best $5000 she ever spent." "$5000?! What kind of work does she do? That's a lot of money." "Well...she's an agent, I guess. She hooks people up." Beth said. "Like how?" Jim was intrigued. "Well, she sorta acts like a headhunter." Beth continued after Jim gave her a quizzical look. "She's like a talent agent, finding people for jobs." "Oh, I see." "Don't let her looks fool you," Beth said as she opened the refrigerator and handed him a beer, "Julie's a smart cookie, too." "So how did you two meet?" "At a gym. I was living with this guy for awhile, a real jerk as it turns out, but anyway, I could use his pass fro his health club. Julie and I just got talking and we hit it off. She's probably the best friend I've ever had. She pay's for the lionshare of the expenses for this place." "Well, you've really fallen in it here......penthouse apartment, good job...it sure beats milking the cows at 5 A.M." "Oh God, don't remind

me!" Beth said as she opened a beer for herself. Jim heard the front door open. Beth did too. "That must be Julie," she said to Jim. "JUUULLLEEESS!" "YEEAHH!" "Well, come and meet her," Beth said as she took her brother's hand. They exited the kitchen walking into the dining area and there she was - Julie and the picture didn't do her justice. She was looking through a stack of mail, wearing a form fitting short dress. She looked up then and jerked her head to the side, sending her hair over her shoulder. It was quick natural movement but Jim got the feeling she had waited until they could see her before she did it. "Julie, this is Jim." "So this is your little brother." Julie said as she walked over to them, the emphasis on the word 'little'. "I'd hate to see your 'big' brother." Jim liked the fact that Julie was complimenting him on his physique. He was 5' 11" with muscle from working long hours around the family farm. Julie extended her hand and Jim shook it. "Nice to meet you, Julie." he said and meant it, willing himself not to look at her fantastic chest. Julie could be fodder for many a night of masturbation. "You got a nice strong grip, Jim. You work out?" "Nah. Just work around the farm." he said. "Baling hay, other exciting stuff." "Yeah, Lizzie's told me all about the farm life." Julie said with a wry smirk. Julie bend slightly and gave Elizabeth a peck on her cheek. Elizabeth looked at Jim after it happened but then Julie continued, "So what do you kids have planned for tonight." Jim guessed Julie was maybe 30; certainly older than he at 17 and Elizabeth at 21. Being called a 'kid' made Jim twinge but he got the feeling that was just the way Julie was. Like she wanted to get a reaction. "Nothing tonight." Beth said. "I'm whipping up some dinner and I thought we'd just relax." "I just stopped by to get another pair of shoes," Julie said. "I've got a meeting later, so I'll have to pass on dinner. I'll be back around 11. You'll still be up, right?" "Oh sure, you know me." Beth replied. "All right then, I'll see you guys later." Julie walked off toward the door to the other bedroom on the other side of the apartment. Jim watched her bottom all the way. Beth punched him in the arm to bring him out of it. "You men are all alike!" she said giggling as she went back into the kitchen. Jim followed her. "So shoot me. There's nothing like that back on the farm....Lizzie." "Don't you start with the Lizzie, too. Julie started calling me that but I don't want it to catch on. Beth is just fine." Jim heard the front door open and close again as Julie headed back out into the city for her meeting. Beth was rooting around in the cupboard, pulling out spice bottles. "Dammit!" she said exasperated. "We're out of basil....I'm gonna run down to the market and get some. Without the basil, this dish just doesn't make it." "Hey, don't go to any trouble....." Jim said as he followed her out into the living area. "The market's just around the corner. I'll only be a few minutes." She grabbed her jacket and headed for the door. Left alone, Jim wandered around. He went outside on the patio that was off the dining area and looked at the surrounding buildings in the fading dusk. He went into the kitchen and lifted the lid on what Beth was preparing; it looked like an Italian sausage dish. He roamed into the livingroom and studied the prints on the walls; they were all of women, paintings by a guy named Nagel. They reminded him of some of the artwork in the front of Playboy magazines, mildly erotic. He was walking near the door to Julie's room and the door was open, so he poked his head in. The bedroom was larger than the one he was staying in; obviously this was the master bedroom of the apartment. Same skylight, a king-size bed with black and white bedding, same sliding door for the closet and the bathroom door in the same place as in the other

bedroom. Jim was going to move back out into the apartment when he noticed something very interesting sitting on the far bedside table. He couldn't be absolutely sure it was what he thought it was; a magazine was covering part of it. He was going to walk over and check it out but he heard a key being inserted in the front door. Quickly he moved a few feet to the nearby entertainment center and made like he was looking at their music selections as Elizabeth came through the door. "Told you that wouldn't take too long," she said as she pulled off her coat. "Come on and help me set the table." "Sure," Jim said as he followed her toward the kitchen. His thoughts, however, were on what he thought he had seen in Julie's bedroom. It had sure looked like there was a pair of handcuffs under that magazine.

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I Found {Part 2}

*Loki x reader*

Part: 2/8

Words: 3.4k

Summary: Loki finds himself stranded in Underworld, a kingdom hidden deep inside a desolate planet. In order to survive, he puts himself in the service of the tyrant king, who promises to give Loki his freedom back if he fulfills one simple task. Loki is to set out and bring the mad king his newest toy: You.

~A dangerous forbidden love. Abduction. Slavery. Tortured conscience. A mad tyrant... Escape?~

Request: A song fic based on 'I found' by Amber Run, requested by @strawberrysandcream

A.N.: So... This might get a little longer than expected 😅 already have written four parts and there's still more to come. But it's gonna be a ride for sure 😁💗

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With the panting guards trailing vaguely behind him, Loki strode into the throne room without awaiting as much as an announcement. He wanted to stay on the king's good side, but he was done pretending to enjoy it.

"My king, I bring you your selected girl." He spoke loudly, with determination but without smiles. Doing this was difficult, even for someone as practiced in ignoring his own conscience as Loki was.

"You return sooner than expected, my friend!" The king laughed and heaved himself out of his jeweled throne to take the few steps down towards Loki. Once both men stood facing each other, with your unconscious form still resting securely in Loki's arms, the king gazed down at you with a vicious smirk.

"Oh, how I have longed for this one…" He sighed almost affectionately and reached one podgy finger out towards your bruised cheek. Loki's stomach flipped almost violently and he had to bite down the prominent sickness arising from the very bottom of it.

"My king…" He spoke quickly, before the man would lay his hands upon you. Somehow he found the thought impossibly hard to bear. Indeed the king withdrew his hand and glared at Loki instead. "...what am I to do with her now?"

"Hand her over to the guards and you're free to go." The king sighed heavily, moving back towards his throne with one last disgustingly hungry gaze at your small form in Loki's arms.

"I… Eh, your highness, I think the guards have exhausted themselves quite enough for the day and I would feel most miserable imposing this task on them. Let me take her where she needs to be, let me see this done. Correctly. To… to prove to you my unyielding loyalty." Loki practically disgorged the words, bowing a little just to emphasize his point.

"You really are serious about completing your task to my fullest contentment, aren't you, little god?" The king chuckled and Loki had to smile to keep his jaw from clenching in anger. He didn't know where this protectiveness over you was coming from so suddenly, so maddeningly intense, but he was not ready to surrender you to these people just yet. The faint warmth of your body had started seeping through the thick fabric of his garments a good while back, mingling with your sweet scent to wrap around his senses, and it had something so incredibly calming, so alluring…

"Absolutely, your majesty." Loki replied with a dashing smile, tightening his grip on you ever so slightly. Obviously his entire being was working against his reason now, lovely… He had agreed with himself that he needed to get rid of you, and yet here he was begging to keep you a little while longer if only to make sure you weren't violated. Things weren't going well for either of you.

"So it be, then. You may take her there yourself, as you have thus far not disappoint me. To the baths in the East wing. Someone will meet you there to see things through."

"Thank you, your majesty." Loki replied politely, but as soon as he turned to leave, he was kept from leaving yet again.

"I assume you understand what happens to those who try to take what is mine? Who lay hand on what it not for them to touch?" The croaky tenor voice made the hairs in Loki's neck stand up in an instant.

"Yes, your majesty." He replied ever so calmly, even though it cost him quite a lot to keep his calm indeed, to keep his voice from dropping an octave in grave severity. With every word and every action he got himself deeper into this mess, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't hand you over, couldn't bring himself to be this cruel even if it would be to his own advantage. But he could shut up for now, and that's what he did.

Without another word Loki made his way out of the hall and down the tunnels towards the baths. This time it was only two guards following him with every step he took, and Loki almost laughed at their faces for seriously believing that they could keep him from doing as he pleased. He didn't feel like laughing though, not even like lifting the corner of his lips out of the grim line they were presently forming.

After a few sharp turns and almost getting lost once, he finally reached the medium sized hall that served as a bath for the inhabitants of the palace. A few natural pools lined the room, along with a couple hot springs and a very cold and very shallow lake. Loki had never liked the place, he prefered not to be exposed to the eyes of others. Maybe his physique being compared to Thor's more often than not in their youth had made him rather self-conscious when it came to nudity. The people of Underworld didn't seem to mind naked skin though, and Loki constantly had to remind himself not to wrinkle his nose in mild disgust.

Now, as he walked into the hall with your additional weight making his footsteps more audible than he was used to, his eyes scanned the room for whoever should be waiting for him here. He almost believed the cavern to be empty, until his gaze fell upon an elderly woman, stout and red-faced, but less vile looking than most other inhabitants of the palace.

She approached Loki with slightly skipping steps.

"My goodness, did you carry her all the way here?" She shrieked as she motioned for Loki to put you down on a flat surface laid out with various furs of a size that had Loki wondering which animals would be large enough to have called this skin their own. After a second of hesitation he obliged, and gently put you down, soft furs brushing against the freezing skin on his knuckles while his fingertips fanned across your soft skin. He shouldn't touch you, and even less enjoy doing it.

"I did indeed." He replied quietly, looking down at your crouched form being illuminated by the many torches attached to the walls. The caverns were brighter than the tunnels at least, making him feel less in touch with the darkness within him.

"Such a lucky girl… The guards usually aren't that gentle with them." The woman sighed as she dug out a bottle with a deep red liquid from her bag, before she looked straight at Loki. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Hm? Oh, no…" He mused, offering her a half smile and taking a few steps backwards. Behind him the guards turned to leave as well, he heard them retreating without even bothering to look. He couldn't tear his eyes off you, couldn't bring himself to leave. Leaving would've felt like a betrayal, for he knew that if he left now, a little piece of his morality would wilt and die alongside you in these crude caves. Maybe even a huge part. Being here still gave him the illusion that he hadn't completed the evil that had been asked of him, that he still could redeem himself. That you weren't lost just yet.

"Isn't she a pretty one indeed?" The old woman asked suddenly, sensing Loki's presence even though he had retreated all the way into the shadows on the other end of the empty cave.

"Maybe. I haven't noticed." Loki lied easy enough, in a more sincere calm. Being alone with only you and the old woman somehow made him feel more secure than with the guards around.

"You shouldn't lie to an old woman. We elderly folks hear enough lies from our friends, don't need any more from our fiends." She chuckled as she moved about your motionless body, making you drink the red liquid carefully. Loki found himself sauntering closer again before he could bring up the will to stop himself.

"I'm not your enemy." He replied in honest interested to make her believe his words. The way she cared for you made him certain that she might be the closest thing to an actual decent person in this godforsaken place. Well, not godforsaken enough, as the one god who currently resided here was trying to escape. But that wasn't the point.

"You brought another innocent soul for our king to devour, didn't you?" She asked calmly, looking at Loki only long enough for him to see that she didn't judge him. Not really.

"I did." He replied more quietly than he wanted to. But the weight of admitting it out loud added another boulder to his heart, another arrow to his back. "And it makes me no better than the devourer of souls himself."

"But you are still here, aren't you?" She smiled, making you drink the last of the red liquid.

"Was that the antidote?" He asked curiously, coming to stand almost directly next to you once more.

"It was indeed. Should be very few minutes until she wakes up, now." She turned around to Loki with the kindest expression he had been given in a long time. "What's your name, dear?"

For a moment Loki debated with his reason if he really should stay here, and if he should be talking to the old woman. People back at home would have considered her a witch most likely, and that alone made Loki like her a little more already. "My name is Loki of Asgard."

"Well, Loki of Asgard, since you are not going to leave anyway, you may as well help me with her." She said easily, sitting down on a large rock with a small groan, and Loki found himself inclined to agree. He hadn't left when he was supposed to, so now he was certain that he wouldn't leave at all. Before long, the woman continued. "They usually either cry once they realize what is happening or they go for the run. And in the latter case I'm not of much use. Usually the guards will bring them back here within minutes, but therefore with more bruised skin than I could possibly heal. Yet, I am under the impression that you might not want said harm to come to this girl, so it would be quite lovely if you could keep her from running when she wakes up. Do you know her name?"

"Y/n." He replied while his eyes were fixed on your chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Somehow, the sight had something deeply calming. "What will happen to her now, after she's awake?"

"She will be kept in confinement until her spirits are broken, so she won't try to flee anymore or hurt herself or other. And she will be trained until she has mastered her art." The elder sighed sadly, following Loki's gaze to your fluttering lashes.

"Her art?"

"She needs to learn how to please a man, how to please the king before she may be of service to him."

Loki's jaw clenched and his brows furrowed into a deep frown, but he didn't word his disgust nor his refusal to see this plan put into action. He should be working on his plan to escape… not on a plan to save you. If he kept on thinking like this, if he kept on actually seeing all the horrible things happening around him currently, he would really lose his mind.

Ignorance and denial had kept him wrapped in a blissful fog, but then you had literally fallen into his arms… and you had become his focal point to navigate through the haze, so he wouldn't lose sight of what he truly wanted. To escape from this living hell.

Short moments later you stirred, breath hitching as your eyes flew open with a start. You gasped, then turned your head to stare at Loki and the old lady with a shocked gaze.

And Loki almost would've gasped as well, for he had never seen eyes quite like yours, so deep and full of the universe's greatest mysteries. Of joys and tragedies unfathomable to anyone but you. He was drawn in immediately, immensely, impossibly…

"Hello Y/n, dear…" The old woman said with a soft smile.

"No…" You breathed, eyes widening even more as you looked around in the cave. "No no no…"

And with a start, you jumped to your feet and bolted towards the exit so quickly that your movements became blurred to the eye. Yet, Loki was quicker both in reaction and running and caught up with you after half the distance, wrapping his arms around your small form tightly.

"Let me go!" You screamed and thrashed wildly into the open air, actually managing to get one or two decent hits against Loki. He was impressed, but not surprised.

"We won't harm you, dear, please stop fighting." The older woman spoke calmly as Loki carried you back towards her. He couldn't help but feel even more intrigued by you now that you were awake, even if you were currently struggling against him with every power possible. Still, holding you with your back pressed to his chest and your arms pinned to your sides was not even close to a real challenge. But he was fairly certain though that you would pose a serious threat to anyone who didn't possess godly strength.

"Who are you? Where am I?" You asked defensively as Loki dropped you off on the thick furs yet again.

"Calm down, dear… You are safe with us. You're in the palace. The king chose you as his newest companion." The old woman stated calmly, sitting up a little straighter on her rock. She also seemed to have done this more than a couple times… And she didn't need to say any more, for you understood the situation you were in as if it was the most familiar idea to wrap your mind around.

"I'm his newest plaything? That means I'll be dead in a couple weeks, doesn't it?" You asked gravely as you hugged your arms to your chest in an attempt to keep in the little warmth left in your body.

"Of course not!" The old woman said with risen eyebrows.

"Yes it does." Loki replied a second later, opting for honesty at least once and earning himself a side glance from the lady on the rock.

"Let me guess, if I try to run, you'll catch me before I ever reach that exit?" You asked sadly, looking directly at Loki and causing his heart to skip a beat. He cursed his body for betraying him, but at least it didn't show.

"Unfortunately, yes." He replied as stoically as possible, averting his gaze after a moment, for he couldn't bear the sadness in your eyes, the knowledge that you were doomed. And that he was the reason for it.

"Running has no use, and neither has fighting. I'm sorry, dear, that this had to happen to you." The old lady spoke in a sigh as she rose to her feet and walked the two steps over to you to pat your shoulder in what probably should've been a comforting gesture. Loki didn't think it comforted you at all, and thus he decided to stay back where he was, silent.

"Can I at least know your names?" You requested quite calmly for someone who had just learned that their life had basically found a very stretched out ending. But an ending nonetheless. "You seem to know that my name is Y/n… And I would like to know the names of the people who greeted me here with kindness."

Yet again Loki frowned, wondering why you would say such thing, without sarcasm. He wasn't being kind, he was helping a tyrant get his way for the mere skimpy promise of freedom. No, Loki didn't feel kind at all, he only felt cold.

"I'm Agatha, your lady's maid and keeper. And that tall fellow is Loki. He brought you here." The old lady said easily and Loki immediately wished she hadn't, for your eyes snapped to his in an instant, filled with irritation and confused anger.

"YOU brought me here?!" You asked incredulously, frowning at him deeply but luckily without trying to fight this time. "But… why are you still here then? You must be one of the king's friends if he assigned you a task like this, or rather a chess piece he's not sacrificed yet, and that means you most likely were promised a reward for bringing me here. Won't you go and collect it already? Turn your back to the misery that you caused, like everyone else living in the palace? Let me ask… what is your reward? Gems? A girl for yourself? Or power maybe? I hope it's at least something that weighs up to my life's value."

Loki's words died on his lips as they dropped open a little, until his mind caught up with the questions and he had found the capability to suppress the emotions your words had stirred up within him. He shouldn't let himself get dragged into this… he should just leave and forget indeed. But he couldn't. "You know my name, that's more than enough power you hold over me. You needn't know my reasons in addition." Yes, that surely was the most imprecise answer he could've given, and Loki felt relieved. He didn't want you to know about his immense internal turmoil, hoping that things would just untangle themselves eventually if he kept ignoring them long enough.

"Don't be so hard on him, dear… He kept you safe for all the long way here, and that's more than the girls before you had. They arrived here in the worst conditions, believe me… Loki is a decent man." The old woman, Agatha, said gently as she kept patting your arm.

"You know nothing about me." Loki snapped defensively, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glaring at her. She couldn't possibly know anything about him, right? But he had kept you safe indeed, and he intended to continue to do so as long as he could.

"Yeah, he's lovely." You snorted sarcastically, looking at Loki with a risen eyebrow and then turning to Agatha. "But I must agree, I would not have expected to arrive here unharmed."

"I would hardly call those bruises on your face and shoulders 'unharmed'..." Loki commented, cringing at his utter inability to keep his mouth shut for once.

"But you didn't cause them, did you?" You asked in a surprisingly steady voice as a violent shiver made your entire form shake.

"Of course not." He replied in an instant, frowning deeply. Maybe he was a horrid person by character, but never one to cause harm to the innocent.

Agatha ordered you to wash yourself then, in that freezing shallow puddle in the middle of the cave, while she herself went to retrieve some garments for you. She also spoke the carefully worded reminder to you not to come close to the natural pools, for it was forbidden for anyone of the servant status to take a bath in those. Loki only frowned at that yet again, for he saw absolutely no reason behind such a silly rule. He didn't see much sense behind most rules, actually, and that's precisely why he usually didn't follow them.

"You shouldn't listen to her." He said to you out of impulse as you rose to your feet and made your way over to the edge of the water. Small ice crystals floated on the surface of the deep blackness, dancing slowly in the small waves your movements caused. Loki continued before he became completely mesmerized by the sight. "You're freezing anyway, and this water will make it far worse. Then you will fall ill, and as I was informed prior to this instance, the king does not hesitate to get rid of… broken toys."

"Well, all the better for me." You shrugged easily as you turned your back towards him and started peeling your clothes off, upon which Loki averted his gaze immediately, focusing very intently on a spot on the opposite wall. "I'll die in these caverns anyway, sooner rather than later. And if I freeze to death now, at least I won't have to bear the king's hands on my body. I'd rather die, honestly."

And for once, Loki didn't know what to respond as his eloquence was finally lost on him.

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Warm afternoon on Cross street, sounds of loud talks, children's laughter and occasional car passing by in haste were filling the air, creating a soothing but lively music that everyone associates with The City. I was contributing to my part, humming to myself an old melody, with my walking cane in my hands, I rarely used it, being still younger than most of people I spent time with, it was more of a decoration at this point, same could be said for my suit and my top hat. -"Ah, yes, a day for myself, finally!"- I thought as I watched world around me, all the beggars, all the shops, all the kids, and all the adults- "there is going to be a movie at 7 o'clock, oh but I'm too far, unless I..." I stopped by a small intersection going between 2 large housing block, so slim that no car could pass, nor more than 3 people side to side. -"Oh well.. I guess it will be a good change of pace"- I thought as I slowly descended into shadow engulfed passage. Moving forward, the sounds of the main street faded as clap of my boots hitting the ground, water seeping down from drying clothes and occasional sound of people, coming from the tall apartments. Further I went, the sounds coming from the concrete blocks became much more common, I could almost make out what they said, but I didn't wanted to, it's bad to eavesdrop on others.   Soon, the passage ended on a small open area with entrances to housing blocks, a shop, and a barber, owner of which was peacefully smoking he cigarette. I knew that I made a mistake, the street I had to follow was definitely longer. -"great thinking mr useless"- I called myself-" I need to find a way out, I still have a chance to get home in time..." My eyes looked at the back aisle between a shop and a barber, definitely not made to be used as a passage, but I was out of ideas. Moving forward, hard stone turned to dirt.. or rather mud, the ground was really mushy and gave out a weird smell, thankfully, it was just cleaning water and booze probably, anyone can accidently drop a bottle out of his window, I know that from experience. The sounds however became even more faded and replaced by distant car horns and a squishy mud that my sad boots had to endure, and the light howls of the wind. -Beautiful... - I said to myself, with annoyance in my mind- I could have gotten by the normal route, but no.. let's try something new... The space between the buildings was just wide enough for me to walk in, but I could feel my shoulders rub against the plastered walls, it was getting harder to walk there, or maybe I just thought to not get any more plaster on me, whichever it was, it made me uneasy, but I finally got free, but I didn't arrived at my destination, I was... I didn't even knew where I was. Before me was a quite wide street, partially taken by cheap flee market, people were selling mostly books and a used cloths, mostly with a old, foldable tables to keep their "valuables" as clean as possible, but many didn't had that luxury, sitting on the cold ground, with only thin layer of material under themselves. Some people were already taking notice of me, half of them smiling, hoping for a wealthy customer, to make their day, other half however was either angry or preoccupied with various magazines, I however moved past them, which was probably disappointing for them, and turned right, while doing so I accidently brushed against someone, I didn't know who it was so I just muttered silently and coldly. -Excuse me..."what an imbecile". I moved forward, ground was less muddy and more dirt-like now, which was nice, but I was still a bit lost , I needed to find a way out not to get in time for the show, but just to escape this part of The City. And then, the sounds became interesting. I heard my steps, firm and heavy, but now there were sounds of other people's steps as well, three people to be exact, two were heavier than me, and one was extremely light, it was almost unnoticeable. Suspecting the worst, I picked the pace to try to lose them, I couldn't go too fast however, with my bear like body, I was afraid I will fall to the ground, turning corners, getting progressively faster and faster, the steps always behind me, I could feel myself sweating a bit both from rising fear and a running which my walk became, but then I fell down. -End of the road, huh?- that's when I was sure that I was followed by three people. -What is the meaning of this?!- I slowly got up, getting dirt off myself, before looking at people that followed me, I was quite surprised, as I saw that two of them were built like a truck, they looked like they were made primarily of mass to make them look as intimidating as possible . The third however looked as if he wasn't even human, resembling more a shadow, a living pile of tar, with slight hit of something similar to a muzzle, but it was hard to say, maybe he was just dirty, but I didn't care enough to ask. -I noticed you didn't bought anything at our majestic market... then slammed your fat frame against me, and we don't like that behavior here- "thing" said with voice like slimy tentacle penetrating my ears- I think you need to pay a "travel fee" -I don't think I will- I muttered and began to walk again, but I soon stopped, when I heard a shot hit the ground next to me, a warning from the "thing" that made me flinch. -Oh, but I know you will- Turning around, I saw the gun in very bad condition , pointed at me, as the "thing" got closer- if you won't reach for cash, I will. Slimy hand moved closer, and almost touched me, which I found revolting, instead I slapped it away and moved back a bit. -You have some balls to act like that on MY territory! - it said, shaking his hand a bit and pushing the gun against my chest, which was also awful, it left big greasy circle on my suit, of course soon worse happened. In my futile attempt to save myself, I decided to act, striking the tar monster with my cane, making him bend a bit, and giving me a slight chance to escape. -Don't let that fuck run away!- Tar said as I tried to run, futile attempt with my bear like physique, as soon I was pushed onto the ground again, probably by one of the burlier men, but this time I decided to stay down and gather my thoughts. -"maybe I can pay him to leave me alone..." My thoughts were interrupted, as I heard the "thing" talk again. -Usually I don't like taking money from corpses, but for you I will make an exception - Not seeing anything I imagined that it was pointing the gun at my head, unless he had one of his goons do the dirty work for him - See you in hell yo- His voice was cut short, as a powerful as noise of a cannon, came, with it a hiss of a bullet, which pierced the "thing's" head, making me glad I didn't saw it, must have been a bloodbath. -Holy shit, run! - One of the goons said as soon there was another shot, and a loud thud of a body hitting the floor, the other one must have gone away. Completely terrified, I slowly raised myself, not sure what happened, looking for my top hat, I didn't even noticed that I lost it. -Come on... where is it? - I looked behind me, it was right next to the lifeless body - Oh god... I hope it isn't dirty. I picked up my hat and brushed off any dust, and dirt, soon however I heard light steps coming from behind me, they were slow, light, with a sound of something metal hitting each other, slowly turning around, I saw him, stranger was dressed as in a cloak so long it almost made his leg movement impossible to notice, it was also incredibly filthy all covered in blood , bottom also sporting  a lot of mud stains, and the top crowned with what appeared to be grease stains, his face was covered with some kind of mask, making out his long muzzle, his eyes were cold, pupils dark as a void itself, and he moved closer to me. -I better... yes.. - I began to run back, my shoes splashing into a pool of blood, but I just run back, turning corner as soon as I could. It was hard to see where I was going, as the passages were smaller, and then trapping me at the dead end, with a wall, not too high, I could have climb it easily, if there wasn't something, or rather someone behind me. -Mph... - Stranger said before I turned around, startled. -Thank you for your help, but... but...- I moved back a bit. I think Stranger tried to say something but his mask made it hard to talk, but he must have knew about it, because he kept his talk to a low hum. -Ah... yes, yes... I should pay you for your act.. yes..let me just - I saw how his eyes got angry for some reason, but I took out my wallet, and opened it, much to annoyance of the Stranger. -No you... - He spoke, pulling his mask up a bit, I saw his creamy and orange fur and what appeared as bunch of whiskers, as well as some blue spots of paint, but we were both interrupted by the loud sound of pair of people running towards us, could have been police or more goons, but I wasn't taking my chances, with shaking hands I threw my hat over the fence and then began the climb myself, which was easier said than done, but I managed to do so before anyone, apart from that stranger saw me. Hitting the ground 3rd time I started to curse this day, I was tiered, exhausted, hungry, I decided to end that day short, tomorrow I would do all the relaxing, for now I just wanted to lay down, and not think of today. I brushed dirt off myself and off my hat, before putting it on, I left the passage, as I gladly saw perfectly cut stone pavement of the main street, going to it quickly, and realizing my "shortcut" almost worked, but I wasted so much time in the dark passages it didn't matter, and I didn't care about it, with a quick walk I rushed through the city street, the sweet melody of The City came back, but this time it only made me mad. After a small walk I reached my housing block, I got up to my floor and took out keys to my house. The typical sight of mess and chaos of my house greeted me, as I walked in and locked doors, taking off my clothes, and cleaning my face off all the cosmetics I had put on at the morning,  after which I collapsed onto the bed like harder than ever before. However, the terrific events for me didn't start nor ended here, I woke up with sore throat in the middle of the night, I got up and got myself something warm to drink, all the light coming from massive widows of my apartment, making everything look as if no one lived here, but there I was sitting by the window, half awake, I almost thought I heard something, to calm myself, I grabbed a cigarette and lit it, taking a slow and calming drag, trying to get myself a bit more relaxed and calmed. I opened the window, slowly, to air out the room, get rid of stale warm air, but as I looked out, my face went pale and made me regret ever getting up tonight. There he was, in his long cloak, soaked with blood, moving slowly but surely, looking around mostly at the apartments with lights on, but he briefly looked up at mine, hopefully he didn't saw me, if he even was here, at that point I didn't knew if he was real or just figment of my imagination, cigarette butt kept slowly burning in the old ashtray, as I run to hide under blanket on my bed, like I was a child hiding from  a monster. -Please go away, please - I whispered softly to no one- please... leave me alone, please...

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[mightymorphingayagenda]

Nessian assassin au???? X

Much like a circle, or the opinions of men on women’s reproductive rights; this date was pointless.

The reasons for this inescapable fact were listless, but included the following:

1. In Nesta Archeron’s line of work, dating, was like trying to watch the news without getting pissed of. An admiral thing to attempt, but equally misguided and inevitably unsuccessful.

2. Nesta’s suitor was Rhysand brother; meaning he would no doubt be an arrogant, preening idiot with indecently good looks and a whole lot of nothing else going for him by blood.

3. Nesta was already hopelessly and disastrously in love.

Of course Nesta hadn’t been able to use any of these as valid excuses to get out of the date. “Hey Feyre, just calling to say that I know you want me to go on this blind date, but I actually can’t because you see, I’m a gun for hire, which as you can imagine makes dating rather tricky. Also I’m absolutely gone for my latest target’s bodyguard, who I’ve never actually spoken to but in the month and a half I’ve been stalking him has somehow managed to make me fall head over heels for him. Anyway, we still on for brunch on Thursday?”

It truly was a tragic set of circumstances.

Nesta thanked the door-man as he slipped her coat from her frame. Carefully and expertly folding the garment over his forearm and heading to the cloakroom. She’d made sure to give him a considerable tip, knowing her coat was probably worth more than what he made in a month.

Nesta wasn’t ashamed of her money, as far as she was concerned all currency was blood money. Every dollar in America was built on colonialism and funded by a corrupt economic system, she didn’t see why her cash was any dirtier just because she earned it by putting bullets in the backs of people’s heads. But she’d made it practice to always leave generous tips where she could.

Nesta would always remember Friday nights spent counting pennies on a dirty windowsill because it meant they could use the light of the street lamps when their own electricity had been cut off. Her hollow stomach ringing out along side the metallic song of coins with an ache like she’d been punched in the gut.

Now she was rolling in it.

“Comfortable” as Feyre would say.

The Archeron sisters had made good; Feyre having married into the richest family in the west of the globe, Elain with a clientele of elitists gagging to throw their wealth at the most extravagant weddings her sister could plan and Nesta cashing in a six figure transaction ever time she pulled a trigger.

But she wasn’t flashy. Nesta found something grossly immature in wearing wealth obtusely and without taste. This evening she’d opted for a simple dress, a dark emerald thing that reached her mid thigh and hugged her full form with a lethal softness. Bare of any jewellery and hair like dark chocolate loose and softly curled, her makeup had been applied minimally save for her mouth which she had painted a red like cracking blood, leaving her lips like a brutal bruise against her soft complexion.

It was the perfect ensemble for Le Divinità, tastefully expensive so that she did not look out of place in the architecturally exquisite building, the warm glow of the soaring room warming her bare arms and gold detailing and chandeliers with dripping, diamonte glass offset against the kenia cream marble.

While Nesta was set on finding fault in her date, his taste was undeniable. Le Divinità had never prioritised fad-like trend and a costly ambience over good food and a legendary bar.

Heels clipping quietly against the stone floor, Nesta made her way over to said bar, fingers already restless for a cigarette to still her agitated dread at what was to come. She ordered a gin, straight, and checked her phone for the time. She’d made sure to arrive early, primarily to ensure she had time to neck back some liquor before her date arrived, but also because she’d find some small joy in making him uncomfortable having seemingly left her waiting.

Slinking into a bar stool, she tucked her ankle behind the another and taking a long sip of her gin, she couldn’t help where her mind wondered like a cheated lover back to their betrayer. Sickened with her own besotted crush as though it were a thick spoon of honey she were gagging on, Nesta still couldn’t help but think of him.

She’d spent this afternoon atop a rooftop, tortured by the unfolding Friday ritual she could now confirm went unaltered each week.

From noon till four in the afternoon Helion Day would work out in his private gym, located on the top floor of his more frequented office building, with his oh so gorgeous bodyguard.

The soaring glass windows meant Nesta had been entirely unobstructed as the only audience member to a truly delicious show of both men’s physiques. Her binoculars trembling slightly in her hands as she’d watched the CEO’s companion begin completing a gruelling regime of pull ups, bench pressing and combat instruction, all without a shirt. The expanse of his powerfully built upper body was the stuff of Nesta’s dreams. Tan flesh slick with sweat and dusted with fine hair over the broad panes of his defined chest and running in a darkening trail down his chiselled abdomen to disappear beneath the low slung waistband of his sweatpants that made a profuse Adonis belt visible to Nesta. With his thick hair tied back in a bun, intricate tattoos mapping his left pectoral and creeping over his arms and an obvious stubble creeping up his jaw, Nesta hadn’t known where to keep her eyes for longer than a hot moment of agonising appreciation. She knew where her eyes were should have been, but while her client also had his own physical appeal, Nesta only had eyes for one man.

He was so impossibly broad and large it gave Nesta a primal thrill to think of how he could use that brute strength to fuck her as hard and rough as she craved. The impression of his cock through those sweat pants had left Nesta staring at one of her largest vibrators once she’d got home and telling herself that there was no way he could have been bigger, despite what she’d seen implied.

She’d closed her eyes and pictured him beneath her as she’d then rode the pink toy, her cunt throbbing with wet arousal from the hours of visual foreplay. She burned to know what his voice sounded like. Whether he would groan as he fucked her throat with his thick cock, or if he’d murmur filthy words or encouragement and praise. She’d almost given herself a headache trying to fabricate in her mind the noises escaping his mouth as he’d worked out. That rugged jaw clenching in moments of intense exertion and handsome face often appearing as though he were grunting through a movement that Nesta swore would snap any other man in half.

“Nesta?”

A purely male and deep voice sounded from beside her.

She turned, and almost shattered the half empty glass in her hand.

Had it been spiked?

The gin has to have been laced with some hallucinogenic- that was literally the only reality that she would accept being any part of. Because standing before her, was Helion Day’s body guard.

Fuck.

“Do I know you?” she drawled boredly.

He wore a crisp, white dress shirt which hugged his upper body in a way that was doing things for Nesta, and a simple pair of slacks that had clearly been tailored to his powerfully built legs.

She was utterly, truly and absolutely fucked.

What the hell was she meant to do? She’d been made, she’d been fucking made. Three years and Nesta had never made one mistake, hadn’t slipped up once, she hadn’t just done everything by the book she’d all but written the new bloody testament on assassination, so how the fuck had this guy caught her?

“Well you know of me, Sweetheart” his smile was like watching chocolate melt, warm, rich and decadent. A five o’clock shadow was cast across his jaw and an entirely unfair dimple kissed the corner of his mouth as he smirked with a dangerous combination of pure male arrogance and sincere attention.

She played at looking him up and down with a dismissive flick of her eyes. “Unlikely,” she said absently, taking a sip of her gin, her lashes fluttering shut as though she were physically pained by the boredom this interaction caused her. Should she smash the glass and get a deep swipe at his gut, going for the face as he’d lunge at her and then try and make a break for the door? He was at least six foot, and Nesta knew exactly how toned he was, but she was quick.

He clutched a hand to his chest playfully, his eyes still dangerously assured “you wound me” he said, before leaning in ever so slightly so that Nesta swore she could taste the echo of an aged cigar on his breath. “And to think I was arrogant enough to believe it was me you’d got all dolled up for this evening” he winked, plucking a cube of brown sugar from a tiny dish on the bar and popping it between his perfect teeth, a smooth and swoon-worthy smugness set in his jaw that Nesta couldn’t work out if she wanted to punch or kiss off of his stupidly gorgeous face.

“And to think,” she purred sweetly, “I was naïve enough to think I would be able to get all dolled up this evening without an entitled asshole bothering me” Nesta’s glare was cool as the ice that swirled in glossy cubes at the bottom of her glass.

He was toying with her, like she were some amusing doll he’d found and watching her try to wriggle out of this with nothing but a sharp tongue was his new favourite game.

“Well thank god I’m not an entitled asshole, just the very good looking one your sister set you up with. However, if any such individuals approach you, let me know and I will defend both your honour and right to look as lovely as you do without the unsolicited advances of men”

Nesta felt like a party popper had gone off in her rib cage and she was choking on the streams of confetti in her throat, heartbeat off kilter.

There was no way.

Nesta’s life had taught her that the universe did not have a sense of humour, and the only way that her bodyguard heart-throb also happened to be Rhysand’s brother, was if she were the metaphorical punchline of some cosmic joke. An assassin and a bodyguard walk into a bar… god it even sounded like a shitty joke.

“Cassian Velarys” he extended a large hand to her, which Nesta took, slightly entranced by the unfolding madness. He pressed a brief kiss to the back of her palm which Nesta had not been expecting.

“You look nothing like Rhysand” she said.

A light chuckle escaped him and Nesta thought he might need to hold her upright if he kept being so damned sexy.

Rhysand was what Nesta would describe as pretty, with piercing eyes that she refused to admit we’re actually violet, and sharp features cut with classical beauty, while Cassian was a far more devastating kind of handsome where Nesta was concerned. Wilder, throbbing with power and unrefined, rough charm. And older as well she’d guess, but not by much. They couldn’t be related, this could not be happening.

“I’m adopted” he explained.

Nesta could not believe the absolute insanity of this. It was a coincidence of Shakespearean plot; throw in some inadvertent incest or cannibalism and it would have been a Greek bloody myth.

She took a sweeping swig of her gin, chin tossed back delicately enough but still allowing the rest of the liquor to empty into her system.

The most infuriating part of this entire bullshit scenario was that it made total sense. Feyre has told her that Rhysand’s brother ran a security firm, but that at the moment he was doing some private hire work for a friend. Hell she’d even mentioned in passing a few months ago how Helion was an old friend of the Velarys brothers.

Okay, okay so this was happening.

The bartender had appeared again to take Cassian’s order and Nesta couldn’t help but take the opportunity to fawn over that handsome face up close at last. A doe like softness to her eyes that the bartender definitely noticed even if Cassian didn’t, his attention on the wine list as he asked about a Portuguese red. At work he’d always worn black Ts and trousers, the fitted fabric hugging at his chiselled upper body. The man cleaned up nice. Which was saying a lot when his comparatively unkept state was enough to have Nesta worried she might literally be drooling as she observed him. With her cheek propped on her curled fist, elbow against the bar, Nesta couldn’t have dragged her gaze away if she’d had a gun to her head as she watched him finish up his order and added, “And vodka” flicking her eyes to the man behind the bar. “Lots, and lots or vodka”.

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[rxbodybuilding]

Pumped Up On The Paleo Diet by Yael Grauer The Paleolithic era is the period in human pre-history between 2.5 million and 20,000 years ago. And if you're a veteran to the diet industry, it might seem that the Paleo diet craze is even older than that. The logic behind the diet is simple. Anthropological evidence suggests that pre-historic man was bigger, stronger, leaner, and a lot less diseased, despite being forced to survive without prescription meds, Obamacare, or high speed internet. So diet-wise, they must have been doing something right. And guess what? The diet just plain works, for a lot of people. But while few can dispute that Paleo eating is a healthy approach, some question whether there is anything inherently special about the diet. Critics say it's just a mercenary way to reduce calories combined with a healthy dose of slick marketing: limit your food options enough and you'll lose weight by sheer virtue that you run out of things to eat, especially convenience foods, the nemesis of any dieter. After all, it's hard to rationalize grabbing a caveman-friendly snack from a drive thru window unless you also believe that The Flintstones was a documentary. There's also the matter of pre and post workout nutrition. Prehistoric man certainly didn't have access to the wonderful goodies we've all come to enjoy bracketing our workouts with. How many lifters would want to swap their Surge or Anaconda for a couple of tubers and half a hyena? It begs the question, is a strictly Paleo diet a good idea at all for athletes, or can it be modified into the 21st century, especially for the physique-focused Testosterone reader? "Paleo Solution" author Robb Wolf seems to think so. — Bryan Krahn Rob Wolf, a former research biochemist specializing in lipid metabolism, has gained a cult following with his nutrition seminars and weekly podcast, The Paleolithic Solution. Wolf follows in the footsteps of Paleolithic Diet founder Professor Loren Cordain and focuses on the practical implementation of Paleo nutritional concepts to support fat loss, build muscle, and improve athletic performance. On the lifting side, Wolf is as physically formidable as the cavemen he talks about. He's an NSCA Certified Strength and Conditioning Specialist, a USAW Olympic Weightlifting coach, a former amateur kickboxer and a former California State Power Lifting Champion. Wolf has worked as review editor for the Journal of Nutrition and Metabolism and is also the author of the Paleo Solution: The Original Human Diet, due out in bookstores on September 10th. Yael Grauer: Let's start by talking about your background. Before you opened your gym, you were studying biochemistry. What made you decide to move from the lab to the gym? Rob Wolf: Well, I knew I loved nutritional biochemistry after doing lab work for 5 years, but I also really enjoyed coaching. I was not sure which one I liked more, so I started a grad program in nutrition and opened NorCal Strength & Conditioning. Six months later, I loved coaching people so much I couldn't stay out of the gym. But the grad program was, well, not so much fun. CSU Chico's Nutritional Sciences program is 100% USDA Food Pyramid and the coursework made me want to lobotomize myself with a blunt #2 pencil. I felt like the annoying kid at Sunday school who always asked a bunch of humanistic questions that pissed off the clergy. So, I focused on the gym and it's been really successful. We were picked as one of Men's Health's "Top 30 Gyms in America." YG: Impressive. So for those who may not know, what exactly is the Paleo Diet? RW: From a scientific perspective, the Paleo Diet is a reconstruction of what's thought by evolutionary biologists to be our ancestral diet. This diet intends to work with our genetics to help us be fitter, stronger, and healthier. YG: So what do people following the Paleo diet actually eat? RW: The cornerstone of the diet is protein, in the form of meat, seafood, and foul; preferably grass-fed meats and wild seafood. Find something that had a face and a soul, kill it, and bring its essence into your being. Fat sources include a nice mix of mono, saturated, and polyunsaturated fats. Modern sources would be olive oil, coconut oil, and fats that we can derive from nuts and seeds and of course, fish oil. Carb sources include loads of multicolored seasonal fruits and vegetables, and tubers like yams and sweet potatoes after hard training sessions. YG: Why would anybody want to eat like that? RW: Our genome, the genetics that make us who we are, evolved over a two to five million-year period as hunter-gatherers. It's now understood that departures in nutrition and lifestyle away from the hunter-gatherer life increases our likelihood for diseases such as cancer, diabetes, neurological degeneration, and autoimmune disorders. YG: Who's the Paleo Diet for, exactly? RW: It's for anybody. What I've seen recently is improvement in elite level athletes, whether we're talking tri-athletes, MMA fighters, or NFL football players. The Paleo diet brackets the athletic realm very well. YG: Does it work for the sick and the aged? RW: The Paleo diet has shown remarkable promise for metabolic derangement, neurological degeneration (including Parkinson's, Huntington's, and Alzheimer's diseases) and autoimmune disorders. We have clinical data on the reversal of osteoporosis and the related problem of sarcopenia (muscle wasting). YG: How can the Paleo diet work for so many seemingly unrelated conditions? RW: The bottom line is that the underpinning of all these diseases is inflammation resulting from a diet and lifestyle at odds with our Paleolithic genetics. The Paleolithic approach is like shotgun art: you blast all angles of the inflammation spectrum. From hyperinsulinemia to managing n-6/n-3 fatty acid, to decreasing intestinal permeability due to grains and legumes. This allows the complex cellular signaling pathways related to prostaglandins, cytokines, and leukotrienes (to name a few) to come back into a healthy and optimized state. This is good, whether you're trying to build muscle or avoid cancer. That's the geeky explanation anyway, but at the end of the day it just works. YG: That's impressive. But why should the physique-minded Testosterone reader give a damn? RW: That's a great question. Frequent Testosterone contributor Dan John has written about the need to evaluate information less from a perspective of intellectual "masturbatory delights" and more from a perspective of "How does this benefit me?" In this case, Testosterone readers are usually concerned with being strong, built, and lean. With a Paleo diet, we consume plenty of protein for growth and maintenance, control insulin, balance essential fats, and reduce gut irritation. This improves digestion and absorption and if you want to get big, does it not make sense to actually absorb your nutrients instead of shitting them out? The net effect is improved nutrient partitioning (energy goes to muscle, not fat) leanness, and decreased inflammation. Bigger, stronger, and healthier; what's not to like? YG: How does a Paleolithic dietary approach accomplish these body composition improvements? RW: The Paleo diet is effective because it works with our genetics instead of against them. YG: No offence, but that sounds an awful lot like Paleo ad copy. RW: Well, think about your genetics like this: We are the result of our mom and dad having a drunken tryst. Well, this is true for some of us, but you get my drift. After this amorous rendezvous by our parents, we arrive on the scene about 9 months later. If we sequence that mixed bag of genes that mom and pops gave us we have what is called our genome or genotype. The story does not stop there, however. Even before birth, our genetics begin receiving signals from the environment which influences how the genes express themselves, and this results in what is called our phenotype. A great example of phenotype is a picture of two identical twins that Professor Art De Vany posted several years ago. (See photo at right.) One is a distance runner, the other a sprinter/thrower. Same genes (genotype), remarkably different environmental stimulus (different training and likely different food choices), and consequently a different phenotype. The Paleo diet causes a phenotypic expression of health and wellness. You can do cool shit when you're healthy and vital. YG: And this relates how to the aspiring bodybuilder? RW: If somebody is looking to gain as much muscle and be as lean as they can, we need a high protein intake (at least 1g protein per pound of bodyweight), good insulin management, good n-3/n-6 fats, and a healthy digestion. The Paleo diet takes care of all this in one fell swoop. We keep systemic inflammation low, maintain good insulin sensitivity, and improve digestion so we absorb more of the nutrients we take in (keep it, don't poop it). YG: Bold claims. What's the evidence behind it? RW: There's not a lack of research in the area; it just depends on what topic you're interested in and how much detail you want to get into. I could provide enough research that it would solve any Testosterone reader's insomnia problems as well or better than a ZMA & Z-12 sandwich. You can start by looking at work by Boyd Eaton, Loren Cordain, Staffan Lindberg, Frits Muskiet, and Pedro Bastos. They've produced mountains of peer-reviewed material on the Paleo diet and evolutionary medicine. YG: There are a number of caveman-inspired diets out there. How is Paleo different from the rest? RW: I'd have to see a specific example of what caveman diet you're talking about, but in general they're all fairly similar. They tend to center on a lot of protein from eggs, fish, meat, chicken, and foul. Carbs from fruits, vegetables, roots, and tubers like yams and sweet potatoes. They tend to uniformly limit or exclude the Neolithic foods including grains, legumes, and dairy. Certain people will allow dairy, but it really depends on whom you're talking to and what kinds of comparisons you're trying to make. YG: I've heard you claim that grains are irritating to the gut. Was agriculture just a huge mistake? RW: This may sound counterintuitive for people to consider, but in biology there's different survival and reproductive strategies. Some plants use a fruit, which is what I call "give a little, get a little." A critter eats the fruit and deposits the seed in a fragrant, toasty-warm, nutrient-dense package some distance away from the parent plant. Biological success! In the case of grains, however, the reproductive structure of the grain is the part we normally eat, and it's a very nutrient-dense structure. It's got protein, carbohydrates, and fat in it, and would be quite a prize for most organisms to eat. That being the case, grains have developed chemical defense mechanisms to prevent them from being eaten. These defenses include lectins like gluten in wheat, zein in corn, and avenin in oats that are high in the amino acid proline, and it makes these lectins tough to digest, allowing them to make their way through the digestive process intact. Once in the intestinal lining, they attach to the microvilli of the intestines and trick the body into transporting the lectin into the body. This creates an immune response that damages the intestines and sets the stage for inflammation, impaired digestion, and autoimmunity. YG: We all can think of people who eat grains and seem quite healthy. Do they have this effect on everyone? RW: Different people are susceptible to these lectins to different degrees, but it's easy to track the effects of grain intake through blood work, even if you don't think they're a problem for you. Grains employ several other items in their chemical weapons arsenal including protease inhibitors and anti-nutrients. In total, these defense systems cause damage to the gut lining and bind valuable nutrients like B-vitamins, calcium, magnesium, iron, and zinc. If we look to anthropology we can see a very clear demarcation in our ancestors: our Paleolithic ancestors tended to be as tall or taller than modern western populations. When our Neolithic ancestors shifted the bulk of their diet to "starchy" cereals they lost an average of 6-9" of height, while suffering from bone malformations and related problems. All these problems are a response on the part of the grains to avoid being eaten by other organisms. Okay, I can hear people passing out and aspirating their Metabolic Drive so I'll leave this topic for now. Just keep in mind; grains do not use the "give a little, get a little" survival strategy like fruits. The appropriate term for grain survival strategy would be "bugger off." YG: Is there anything you think people should eat differently than cavemen? RW: Even though we're trying to use this caveman framework to make informed choices, it doesn't mean we throw the baby out with the bathwater. We definitely keep an eye on information that's coming out of modern sciences to augment what we're up to. Creatine is a great example: creatine definitely improves performance, although you get a lot of it through red meat consumption, there seems to be performance benefits for people who supplement with creatine. YG: When do you think dairy is indicated? RW: Dairy is great if you place a premium on muscle/weight gain. My go-to approach for a mass gain protocol is simply "Paleo plus dairy." There are all kinds of people recommending the same approach; I think EliteFTS is calling it the Mountain Dog Diet. Former NFL lineman John Welbourn has seen remarkable results with his football program combined with Paleo + Dairy. YG: So for building muscle, no grains, no legumes, just Paleo and milk? RW: Yeah, and here are the reasons: • Lots of protein. You need that stuff to grow. • Good insulin control. Partitioning growth into muscle, not your fanny. • Good n-6/n-3 fats. Reduce inflammation. • Good digestion. Absorb it, don't poop it. • Big calories. You still have to eat big to get big. Let's use John Welbourn as an example, a 300-pound, 8% body fat NFL lineman. He's tinkered with just about every kind of protocol you can think of. He's worked with heavy hitters like Mauro DiPasquale and he feels the Paleo plus dairy approach has worked better than anything he's previously tried. He feels better and finds it very easy to gain muscle mass. YG: So no potatoes? RW: You can do white potatoes, cautiously. There are some gut-irritating constituents in potatoes that can be removed by simply peeling them. White potatoes would be better than most grain sources in my opinion, but from a nutritional density standpoint they just don't have a lot to offer. I would lean more towards yams, sweet potatoes, turnips, and stuff like that. You get much more nutritional bang for your buck with those options than you do from white potatoes. YG: Sprouted grains? RW: Well, it's kind of like sprouting cat turds. You start with something that's not really good food, you process it in a way so that it's a little bit better, but grains, sprouted or otherwise, suck when we compare equal caloric amounts of grains versus fruits and veggies. But if you want to sprout cat turds...er, grains, go for it. If you're living in a third-world country and the best option you have is to eat grains because that's all that's around, then by all means sprout them. But if you're in a situation in which you're trying to optimize performance, health and longevity, then you're an idiot to do this. YG: Ouch, strong words! Back in the day, you were a big proponent of the Zone diet. What made you move from the Zone diet to more of a Paleo approach? RW: I would never characterize myself as a Zone guy. While I was working for Crossfit, I had to tow the party line as Crossfit holds the Zone up as the epitome of sports nutrition. I do like elements of the Zone but it goes down some really wacky rabbit holes. The notion that everyone runs best on 40-30-30 macronutrient ratios or that it's more important to weigh and measure crap foods versus free eating quality chow is just crap. YG: So you think the Paleo diet is more effective than the Zone because of food quality? RW: Look, I've worked with thousands of people, and most do better at higher protein and fat levels than the Zone advocates. And when we consider autoimmunity and the connection food quality has on this disease process, it's not possible to weigh and measure your way out of lupus or rheumatoid arthritis, but we're documenting the reversal of these diseases with a Paleo diet. The interesting thing about this however, is although the Crossfit intelligentsia still push the Zone, the vast majority of the Crossfit community follows a Paleo approach that looks nothing like the Zone! Prof. Loren Cordain's book, The Paleo Diet, was released in 2001 and is still currently in the Top 20-30 in health/diet books, but Enter The Zone is nowhere to be seen. Why? People figure out what works best regardless of what hyperbole is spewed at them. YG: Let's talk about your book. It's coming out in September? RW: You bet. The Paleo Solution is due out on September 10, but people can pre-order it on Amazon. The material is an outgrowth of my work as a biochemist and a coach working with thousands of people. I've worked with just about every conceivable situation, and answered an insane number of questions. The Paleo Solution answers those questions while providing the scientific framework for folks to understand 'why.' YG: What kind of material do you cover? RW: Readers will understand digestion, how protein, carbohydrate and fat influence hormones, and how this plays into fat loss, health or disease. They'll understand the significance of dietary fats whether the concern is performance, health, longevity, or making your fanny look good in a bikini. I also go into how lifestyle factors such as sleep and stress influence the hormone cortisol. I even get into basic blood work and what things people should ask their doctor to include to better assess inflammation and health. The book includes a detailed 30-day meal plan and a beginner exercise program. The exercise program is geared to the beginner or someone who is quite de-conditioned but the nutritional info would be helpful for anyone regardless of background. YG: Sounds exciting! Thanks for doing this today Robb! RW: It was my pleasure.

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A thirst for whiskey and gold (2)

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Pairing: Lance Tucker x photographer!plus size!reader

Warnings: None.

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: Soulmate AU where people see their whole life flash by before their eyes when they first kiss their soulmate. After Y/N receives word of her husband James’ death, she moves to Ohio where her best friend Karen has just given birth to a baby girl, hoping to find some piece of mind. Karen has asked Y/N to be the godmother and it just so happens Lance is the godfather to this little bundle of joy. One night, Lance gets drunk with some of his friends and they play ‘truth or dare’ which leads to an unexpected discovery.

This is written for @whotheeffisbucky her writing challenge. I know this is terribly late (life got in the way) but I poured a lot of love and soul into this, so I hope it makes up for my tardiness.

A/N: Beware, this part is unedited.

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Everybody has gathered at the local pub after the baby shower had come to an end. The room was stuffed with friends from both Karen and Ethan, as Karen had invited almost the entire town for drinks. You were socialising with a couple of Karen’s friends and her sister Mimi, Karen throwing quick glances at the men around the table at the far back where Ethan has gathered with his two younger brothers and the infamous godfather, Lance Tucker.

“I’m going to say hi to Ethan,” you tell Karen, Mimi and Melinda after finishing the last of your drink.

Lance is sitting with his back to you and while you’re walking towards their table, he announces he’s going to get some more beer for the four of them. You just miss him as you embrace Ethan tightly. “It’s been too long, my friend,” you whisper in his ear, smiling softly.

He rests his hand on yours and pats it gently. “I’m glad you made it, Y/N.”

Ethan’s youngest brother Mike pulls a chair from a nearby table and offers it to you, asking you to join them in their conversation. “Sure, I’d love to.”

“So Ethan tell me you’re a photographer,” the middle brother Oliver continues, his dark green eyes a striking match to those of his brothers. “Why photography?”

With a playful chuckle, you gladly share this story with him. “I studied sociology first, until I was tired of colouring inside the lines. Then my father gifted me with a DSLR camera and I was sold. They offered me a PhD position but I turned it down in order to pursue a career in photography.”

You’re quite proud of the progress you’ve made and the words flow from your lips, your face glows in happiness as you speak of your one true passion. “One of my tutors eventually invited me to work with her for her show at the Guggenheim, in New York. It was a series of portraits from soldiers after they returned from the war. That’s actually how Ethan and I met. I took his picture.”

“Ethan never told us that story!,” Mike exclaims with an exasperated gasp, poking his brother in the side. “And he certainly never showed us the photograph.”

“Here I am, bearing gifts,” an unfamiliar brunet pipes up as he hands over some beer bottles to the three brothers.

Then his light grey eyes take in the lady amongst the lads and his smile, however smug, falters just a little when he drinks in your curvaceous appearance. Your autumn brown skirt falls just above the knee and your black, off the shoulder top showcases the beautifully soft skin of your tender shoulders. Entirely unlike the other girls he’s been wooing as of late, you’re a rare species he has yet to conquer.

“Hi, I believe we haven’t met yet. My name is Y/N.”

With a fine smile, he accepts your hand and shakes it. “Lance Tucker. Please to meet you, godmother of Sofia.”

“Nice to meet you too, godfather of Sofia,” you reply with a cheeky laugh at his answer.

Lance returns to his regular routine, after being slightly baffled by your presence at first, offering to buy you a drink as well. “A cosmopolitan? Or a martini? What is it women drink these days?,” he chuckles as he wets his bottom lip.

You fear you will need a stronger liquid than a regular cocktail if you want to master the likes of Lance Tucker. You give him a tight-lipped smile and you purse your lips as you speak slowly. “A whiskey on the rocks, please.”

He’s pleasantly surprised by your preference and releases a dry laugh, adding a wink to hide his astonishment. “I’ll be right back.”

Lance occasionally throws a curious look over his shoulder to where you’re waiting at the table, casually chatting with Ethan and his brothers. Yet at the other end of the bar is Mimi, the girl that makes his blood boil as much as it sends it rushing to his cock. Such a shame she isn’t his soulmate, but then again Lance doesn’t believe in that shit anymore. First he thought it might be Hope, his competitor and his sworn enemy, but when he popped her cherry he felt nothing as if he was numbed down by the empty promise of a soulmate.

He’s tried other women as well, shaking the tree with his glorious physique and picking some apples from the women that have fallen at his feet. But none of those groupies, gymnasts or just girls he picked up at bars like this one could satisfy his hunger for a match. So Lance gave up, until goose bumps rose on his skin when he shook your hand. You however didn’t seem to notice anything, so maybe it’s all just in his head. He doesn’t have a soulmate anyway, he’s done far too many woman for that to happen anymore.

Watching smugly how a bright red hue tints your cheeks as you catch him staring, a series of conflicting and inappropriate thoughts race through his mind, giving him a killer headache.

“She’s got a very pretty face. Such a shame that she’s put on all that weight.”

“Damn that skirt hikes up high enough for me to rest my hand on her knee or thigh.”

When he returns with your glass, you rest your lips at the edge while locking eyes with him, a smirk plastered on his face. Briefly turning your gaze to the other guys, you find them engaged in a discussion about which beer is the best in the whole wide world, Belgian or German, rather than paying attention to the two of you. As Lance takes a seat on the empty chair beside you, a little too close for comfort, he leans his elbow on the table while the tip of his shoe nudges yours gently.

Insecure about what to do in such a situation, you take a large sip from the amber liquid, burning pleasantly down your throat as a mild buzz settles your nerves. Is he flirting with you for the sake of seduction? Should you strike up a conversation with him nonetheless?

It’s as if Karen and her friends sense the mood has shifted at the boys’ table, because as soon as you finish your drink the girlfriends and wives move over to the back of the bar. Karen swings her arms around Ethan as Melinda presses a loving kiss to Mike’s cheek. Mimi stands awkwardly at Oliver’s side while you’re still pretending to listen to their conversation about beer, just so you wouldn’t have to talk to the highly frisky man at your side.

“How’s it going, guys?,” Mimi chimes up as she shoots Lance a deadly glare, immediately extending her dirty looks to you as well, causing you to shift uncomfortably in your seat. Karen shoves her sister’s side and whispers something reprimanding under her breath.

The three brothers bring their discussion about beer to the girls and they all roll their eyes at them, except for you who is mildly amused by this particular interaction. Memories of you and James resurface quickly after Ethan steals another kiss from his wife, telling her that’s just what guys do when they meet up, have very important conversations about beer and other booze.

James was a science nerd and he often took you to shows and exhibitions about science. You’re not exactly a science girl, even though you tried your hand at sociology. But the life of a professor chained at her desk analysing an abundance of numbers for her research just isn’t the life you’d hoped to lead.

Nevertheless you indulged your sergeant on these trips because these were the rare moments his PTSD wouldn’t kick in and you were free to be whomever you pleased, just a man and a woman or a husband and a wife on a field trip for some much deserved quality time.

“I guess we’ll leave you to it then.” Melinda gives her boyfriend a good ruffle through his dirty blond hair before taking your hand in hers and guiding you away from Lance, the much needed salvation finally there.

When he’s out of earshot, Mimi nudges your shoulder with hers and mumbles something to you. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing,” you swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes going from Mimi to Karen and back. “Nothing.”

Karen yanks at her sister’s arm and gives her a final warning. “Don’t be so jealous, Mimi. You knew who you were getting involved with, so don’t be such a bitch to Y/N. She didn’t ask for his attention. But they are Sofia’s godparents, so they’ll be talking to each other a lot more. Better get used to that, baby sis.”

Mimi huffs and apologises softly. “I just really like him. I still really like him,” she whispers regrettably.

Your heart goes out to the young girl and you give her a small hug to ease her lovesick temperament. “It’s alright. He’s very charming and very… intimidating. So I get it.” Mimi smiles up at you a little with a soft chuckle. “But I’m in no way interested in Lance Tucker.”

The rest of the evening goes by with hearty laughter, a fit of giggles and a series of snorts. You’re having the time of your life. But unbeknownst to you the three brothers and Lance are plotting to ruin your night, albeit unintentionally. It just so happens they’re playing a game of ‘truth or dare’, and the choice has fallen on Lance. Ever the cocky bastard, Lance chooses dare claiming Lance Tucker never shies away from a dare.

“Okay,” the youngest brother rubs his hands together as he tries to come up with a good, juicy dare for dear Tucker. “I saw how you were looking at Y/N. So…” His eyes have a mischievous glint when the middle brother takes over. “We dare you to kiss Y/N.”

“Wow, wow, wow,” Ethan interrupts immediately, cold sweat breaking through every pore as he realises this is going the wrong way. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Torn between telling his brothers and Lance the truth about you and your soulmate, which means breaking his promise to Karen about never speaking a word about it, or enlighten Lance with the sad truth and saving his poor soul from brutal humiliation and you from inevitable pain.

“Relax,” Lance insures his best friend, “I’m not worried. She’s a fine specimen, even though she’s chubby. But a kiss won’t kill us. Besides, I doubt she’s my soulmate and I don’t think I’m her soulmate either.” The gymnast chuckles darkly, patting Ethan’s shoulder before he can say anything else even though he knows that whatever further discussion will only strengthen Lance’s pride.

“Hey,” Lance’s sultry voice fills your ears, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

You smell the alcohol on his breath and reckon he’s probably had a few beers too much. Yet you follow him outside, where a cold breeze has settled in and caresses your hair. Lance offers you’re his jacket, which you reluctantly yet gladly accept. It leaves him in just his white t-shirt, snug in all the right places, and he rolls his muscles just a little for added effect.

“So what did you wanna talk about?”

Lance takes two large strides towards you until his chest touches yours. But before you can take a few steps back, his hands are already cupping your cheeks and his lips hovering over yours. In that moment your entire system short-circuits and your mind freezes, nothing preventing Lance from slanting his lips over yours and kissing your shortly but sweetly. His jacket falls from your shoulders as he dips his head and you stand on your tiptoes, a peculiar energy drawing you closer.

Upon that first touch of his lips on yours, images start to flash before Lance’s eyes. He hears wedding bells chime and the sound of a woman’s laughter, a woman with a striking resemblance to the girl in front of him. There’s a short flashforward of the two of you being stuck at the gym when a snow storm hits and you both have to work together to block off all exits and to keep warm.

Then the view becomes clearer and he sees you on your wedding day. He really wants to see you but can’t because it’s bad luck, thus you end up standing on either side of the door so you can’t see each other whilst holding hands. He’s so desperate to see you but you’re adamant not to let him inside, which makes him impatient and gives his sweaty palms.

And the visions just go on and on, how days before the wedding you find out you’re pregnant and you tell him through your vows. How you find out you’re pregnant again and Lance is at work, teaching a new gymnast who is too flirty for your liking, so you end up screaming “I’M PREGNANT” and Lance freaks out in excitement.

How you get annoyed when he misplaces your stuff because it’s funny to watch you pace around and it kind of turns him off. you’d be so mad at him and he’d give you that smooth, velvety voice and his signature smirk, sweet-talking you into bed where you make up.

One vision blurs and changes into another, where he recognises your two kids at the Olympics. Your youngest daughter won’t stop cheering for her dad and ends up running to him as he finishes his last set and is announced as the winner. You’re running after your daughter and the crowd goes wild at this little display of family affection.

Little does he know that you’re experiencing the same visions. Starting from Lance rubbing your stomach when you’re pregnant and later rubbing your baby’s back to sooth them to sleep. He loves pampering his pregnant wife and he loves soothing his baby to sleep on his chest or your belly.

Then there are images of Lance teaching his five year-old son how to do a tie because your son wanted to take you, his mum, to dinner. The gymnast pretends to be jealous but is secretly very proud of his son and you’re playing along because jealous Lance is such a turn-on.

And the last one is of Lance teaching your little girl gymnastics but she ends up hurt because she can’t do the move yet and so she cries and Lance tries to comfort her. His little princess is so sad because she wants to be just like daddy.

And just like in the stories, your first kiss sparks up the soulmate bond between you and Lance.

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Create a Sim is revitalized, making it additional intuitive, versatile, and detailed than in preceding games. sims mobile' physical characteristics are customized by clicking-and-dragging on different components of the physique. It is described as getting like clay by various men and women in the neighborhood. General physique size and quantity of muscle are adjusted by sliders, but the size and shape of person physique components can be adjusted individually, enabling players to make sims mobile with exceptional physique shapes. sims mobile' facial options are also customized by the identical click-and-drag mechanic. There is also a "detail mode," which makes it possible for extra precise modification of certain facial capabilities. All alterations produced to 1 side of the physique or head are automatically made to the opposite side.

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Chapter Fourteen : G AS IN GAY

GAY… MEN ?

It is quite hard to tackle what gay is exactly as it looks simple enough but the specifics are way more complex. If I use it as an umbrella term, it covers men, women, trans men and trans women who happens to identify with this sexual orientation. Easy then. But the term “gay” was rejected by many lesbian women who wanted to forge an identity on their own aside from the shadows of homosexual men. So today, you can come out as a ‘gay woman’ but never use the word because it is still too broad and tight to people who are not exactly you and have more privileges. Also, and that’s the really interesting thing about it , the word gay has been favored by homosexual men most of all when describing their sexual orientation. And since I’m trying to cover everyone, I think it’s quite inevitable I begin dissecting what’s closest to one category. Consider this article about Gay Men — sorry, everyone else. You did or will get your due.

SEMANTICS

The word “Gay” is an english word which made its appearance in the 12th century. It comes from the very old french word “Gai”. “Gai” meant joyful, carefree or bright and showy. A meaning that was incorporated its english counterpart with the now famous Gay Nineties of late 19th century. Gay became a synonym of Homosexual in the 20th century. That’s when it got real sexual. Although to be fair, in certain circles, it was already the case, as someone gay could mean “addicted to pleasures and dissipations”.

One of my favorite movies of all time, Bringing Up Baby (1938) with the exquisite Katharine Hepburn, seems to be the first film to use “gay” in reference to homosexuality. Cary Grant is forced to wear a woman’s feather-trimmed robe when his clothes are sent to the cleaners. To that he says “I just went gay all of a sudden!”. And believe me, he was not in a carefree mood.

The earliest paper trail of the use of gay as homosexuals comes from Alfred A. Gross who said something so vile, I cannot NOT share it with you (as it shows how the world perceived, perceive and keep making us perceive ourselves) : “I have yet to meet a happy homosexual. They have a way of describing themselves as gay but the term is a misnomer. Those (…) are about the saddest people I’ve ever seen”.

If you really go into the specifics of what gay and straight mean, you see the world’s perspective of those “life choices”. Straight means seriousness, respectability, moral. Gay means uninhibited lifestyles and hedonistic values. And I’m not even gonna mention all the euphemisms that were created after the word gay. I already did in a previous article.

GAY AS AN IDENTITY

Gay as an “identity” is not something that is embraced by all. Some find it too clinical, focused more on the physical actions of one rather than his romantic feelings. Some rejects it because they see the undesirable cultural connotations and still-current negative slang usage of the word. Some loathes because it sounds too limited and box-like. I find it too broad and unfair to the rest of the community. Gay was for so long everyone in the community in the eyes of the general public. Because men were the most flamboyant and out there for so long, they overshadowed the rest of their brothers and sisters and appropriated the word for themselves, forcing the slow built of the acronym L G B T Q + (One letter at a time). As usual, men (as homosexual as they were) weren’t gonna let space for anyone else. Now, everything “gay” is a direct reference to homosexual men. A gay bar is mostly directed at bars with men. But let’s be real for a second. As GAY MEN, it is quite hard to forge ourself a proper “identity” with this word as its use has been turn so much against us.

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“That’s so gay” This pejorative usage had its origins in the late 1970, as homosexuality was seen (ahah, “was”) as inferior or undesirable. it is still a common phrase for people nowadays. I honestly can’t stand it. EVEN gay people use it and I’m not even sure they grasp the irony of their words. It harms the community by using a common phrase that spreads casual homophobia. Don’t do that, it’s LAME (see, another way to say things. Isn’t it nice?)

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Gay is not an identity. If you are a gay man, or an homosexual man (whatever the term you want to call yourself), you are describing your sexual orientation. Though it is part of your identity, you have a lot more to publicly claim that your love for cock — and if you can only define yourself as a cocksucker, well you’re more narrow than my top, almost-never-bottomed asshole.

“HOW DID YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF GAY YOU WERE ?”

PINK TRIANGLE

It is commonly accepted that a gay man needs to walk a certain way (or “funny”), talk a certain way (or “girly”) and dress a certain way (or “colorful” which can also describe their personalities). As television and cinema were slowly opening up to the idea of homosexuality, it was shown that a man who loves other man had to show it in every way possible. Be gayer that gay. What’s the point of all your fuss if we, straight people, can’t even recognize you ? The truth is, as I’ve said earlier, gay is not an identity. If you happen to be a homosexual, you identity traits should not be affected by it. Unfortunately, we are a group in constant renewal as we are not born into our community but later join it (or not). And since the world has mostly denied us existence, the only basic structure we have is the simplistic binary heterosexual perception the world has of us. The colorful ones.

Matt Bomer is gay. Liberace was gay. Do you see any specific identity traits between the two of them, beside their sexuality ? 

That doesn’t mean you can’t cultivate your feminine traits, be flamboyant and fabulous. But just like everything else, you need to be sure that you have this inside of you because it is you, not because you adapted to the heterosexual gaze. And that’s just the idea of gayness that has been cultivated by society in general. I now want to talk about the idea of gayness inside the “gay community” (by that I mean gay men).

2. GAY TRIBES

As I was researching the different gay tribes that a gay man can belong to (I don’t know then all by heart since I refuse to adhere to them in any away — although as a younger man I described myself as a bear trapped in the body of a twink), I immediately landed on an article from Fast Company called “An Illustrated Guide to Recognizing Your Gay Stereotypes”. The article was talking about the work of illustrator Paul Tuller who was “reclaiming and celebrating” the archetypes of the gay community. That made my blood boil into supernova-like temperature.

Among those illustrations were the following clichés :

The Bear (a husky, large man with a lot of body hair) The Twink (a typically younger, thinner, gay man with little or no body hair) The Twunk (a young gay man who had the face of a twink and the physique of a hunk — jesus…) The Otter (a typically thinner, hairier gay man) The Drag Queen (that is a JOB. Do you even understand your community ? shut the fuck up)

There’s also : the Daddy (a man who is usually middle-aged and had a more dominant personality) the Jock (a gay man with an athletic build who typically enjoys sports) the Geek (a gay man with deep and enthusiastic knowledge of one or more hobbies, activities, professional fields or intellectual pursuits) the Poz (someone who is HIV positive… ) the Discreet (a gay man who is not out) the Clean-Cut (that’s a way of grooming!) the Rugged (that’s ALSO a way of grooming!) The Leather (it’s not an identity itself since it refers to a sexual fetish but whatever)

Those are terms that you can find to describe yourself on dating apps like Grindr (you can only choose one, three if you pay premium access).

Gay man, do you recognize yourself in these ? Off course you do. You can even associate those terms at will and make a comprehensive description of the image you have of yourself and/or the one you want others to have of you. Unfortunately, we are never going to advance as a community and a movement if we keep trying to put our own in little boxes. I do not want someone to come over to me and assume that because I look young and I’m somewhat thin, he gets to fantasize about me or be interest in talking to me because I’m a twink. I don’t want to put into the world that I’m in pursuit of a Daddy Bear with Leather interest ! That’s offensive and reductive. Why are you willing to do to ourselves what others do to us ? Don’t you see that the 50-year old cliché of the Fabulous Gay with pink feathers coming out of his ass is just the grandfather of “The Tale of the Bear and the Otter” ? (just made up that name, I need to make a children’s book out of this). I honestly think that tribes inside a tribe are the most counterproductive artifacts a person can face and it kills the individuality one can have. That’s just my opinion.

I haven’t even talked out the body issues that comes with the fact that you are gay.

This is what you’re supposed to look like :

That’s the picture perfect image most gay men are looking for on dating apps. To some, if you don’t look like that, you’re not even worth looking at. I mean, I already talked about racism on another article, but this is different. This is what a young 16 year-old think is supposed to be desirable. That’s the goal. Sweet boy, most people don’t look like that. I have fat. I have a little belly. I’m not okay with it but I can’t really fight it. I also believe that the gay community, NOT society, gave me the impression that my body was not enough to be considerable good looking. Sure, I’m cute. But hot ? Never felt that way. If I was a heterosexual man, I do believe that I would not be subjected to that much scrutiny from my sexual partners. And if I feel like that, I’m sure I’m not the only one.

So, “How did you know what kind of gay you were” ?

Young gay boy, you don’t need archetypes to define what kind of gay you are. You need to define what kind of human you are and the rest will follow. Don’t fit into a category put together by the community just like, previous to that situation, you decided not to fit into the category society wanted to put you in (aka straight). It took me years to know that. Build an independent spirit that is not polluted by pre-conceived notions of gayness. I hope you let yourself grab that opportunity too.

[avengerofyourheart]

You Are My Heaven Pt 1 (Steve Rogers Fic)

Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Tony (mentioned), Clint (mentioned) Maria Hill

Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. Does the reader have the courage to find out if he feels the same way? What if he doesn’t? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)

Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry. 

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Inspiration: A Drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope

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A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? Part 2 will be out in a few days, I promise! It’s already written and will be the last, with a possible epilogue. Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for reading this over! You’re a darling! 

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Stupid heart.

Stupid feelings.

Stupid brain for putting you in this situation.

Stupid gorgeous, muscled Super Soldier who just had to be working out right in front of you with his God-like physique and sweat glistening on his handsome brow.

At this point, you had no choice in the matter. You were too far gone. Resistance was futile.

“You know, you could just tell him,” muttered the red-headed former assassin beside you.

You scoffed, “Who? About what? I mean, I don’t…what’re you…”

Unimpressed by your less-than-convincing response, Natasha caught your eye and raised an eyebrow. She knew.

Huffing out a frustrated sigh, you conceded. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

A snort of laughter escaped you, “Why? Because he’s Steve Rogers! Captain Freaking America. It’s not gonna happen.”

She shrugged, “You never know unless you try.”

Returning your focus to the man before you, the thought rattled around in your mind. Standing from the mat where you had been stretching, you grabbed your water bottle and took a swig. The idea of putting yourself out there terrified you, but maybe she had a point.

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A drop in the ocean A change in the weather I was praying that you and me might end up together…

After SHIELD was dismantled thanks to Captain America, HYDRA’s evil acts were uncovered and you found yourself unemployed. Eventually proven trustworthy and in no way tied with HYDRA, you found a position at Avengers Tower. You weren’t out there saving the world, but you worked closely with the Avengers, being the assistant to Agent Maria Hill. You thoroughly enjoyed your job and even more, you were really good at it. Maria trusted you completely and had full confidence that you could handle things whenever she was called away on business.

Although you spent your time behind the scenes, there was a certain grandeur that came with being around a Centenarian Super Soldier, assassins gone good, genius billionaires and demigods. You were on a first name basis with superheroes. That was pretty awesome. There wasn’t much need for you to be trained to fight in combat, considering you spent most of your time in an office, but some fighting ability was encouraged. Considering the previous attack on New York City by aliens, you quite literally never knew what might happen in the future.

The gym was open to any employees and Maria was supportive of your ambitions, so she let you take an hour midday a few times a week for training. On your first day at the state-of-the-art training facility, you looked around in awe. There were countless weight machines, cushioned floors for sparring, dumbbells, high-tech treadmills, and many more contraptions that you couldn’t even name. Walking up to one, you stood with hands on your hips, head cocked to the side as you tried to decipher it. The machine had pulleys and handles with some sort of weighted plates in the center, but you had no clue how to use it.

“Would you like some help, Y/N?” a confident, deep voice asked behind you.

Whirling around, you found yourself face to face with the Blond Super Soldier you had been crushing on since you started working there almost a year ago, the one and only Steve Rogers.

“Steve, hi,” you greeted him with a smile. “Um…yeah. What does this thing do?”

He flashed that Million Dollar smile and you found actual weakness in your knees upon the sight. Was that really a thing? Oh mercy, you were in trouble.

“Well,” he furrowed his brow, sizing you up a bit. “I haven’t seen you in here before, so I’m guess you’re a bit of a beginner?”

Feeling heat reach your face, you deflected, “I mean, I’ve had a gym membership for a few years. That card is probably somewhere in my apartment gathering dust…”

He chuckled, crossing muscular arms over his massive pectorals which dreams are made of. “This machine is a little more advanced, so maybe something to work up to? I can show you a few simple exercises to start with and see what level you’re on. Sound good?”

Flabbergasted that Captain America himself was offering to help you, how could you say no?

“Uh…sure. That’d be great. I mean, if you have the time. I don’t want to interrupt…”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s always good to get back to basics. I don’t mind at all,” he assured you with that sexy half-grin you loved so much.

Steve was incredibly patient with you; always pushing you to improve but never chastising when you said you’d had enough. He showed you light strength training exercises and good cardio routines, plus other simple stuff you could do on your own when he was away on missions. You also trained with Natasha and Sam on occasion, but obviously preferred your time with Steve.

After a few months of training, you felt stronger, more agile, and had most definitely fallen head over heels for the good Captain. Oops. Stupid brain for agreeing to this. It was supposed to be the first line of defense to keep your heart from getting into trouble, but what a big fat fail that was. You were in over your head and you didn’t even mind the drowning at this point.

You found yourself looking forward to hitting the gym just to see him, sometimes turning down plans with friends just because a certain evening worked better for Steve’s schedule. You were addicted to his smile, always trying to make him laugh. It became your favorite sound and you craved it, even making a fool of yourself just to hear him chuckle. Indeed, you were in deep with no desire to come up for air. _________

It’s like wishing for rain As I stand in the desert But I’m holding you closer than most Cause you are my heaven.

A few days after your conversation with Natasha, you were lightly sparring with Steve as he gave you pointers. You had spent hours weighing your options. Do you risk your friendship and training partner by rocking the boat on the chance that he felt the same way? Or do you stay silent and keep things the same, possibly missing out on a good thing? What if he said no? Could you handle the disappointment, should that be the case? What if he said yes? What then? It was Schroedinger’s Cat. You had to open the box first, though, to find out.

In the end, you decided that not knowing was worse than either outcome, so you devised a plan. You would ask Steve to accompany you to a casual dinner. He had never experienced authentic Indian food, which you two had discussed in the past, so you would bring up the subject and lay down the groundwork for dinner plans. You were still uncertain of his feelings. Steve was kind to everyone, joking around with friends and colleagues alike. There was hardly a person in the Tower who wasn’t thoroughly taken with the Captain. It was like he brightened every room he entered, drawing people to him without trying. He was the epitome of charm and charisma. How could you not fall for him?

“Alright, keep your knees bent with your core engaged.  You’re more stable that way and a smaller target.” Adjusting your stance, he nodded, “Just like that.”

Hands taped and raised up by your mouth, you sent a few jabs his way. He quickly dodged, but spoke words of encouragement as you stayed quick on your feet and kept alert. Attempting a kick with full force, your foot nearly connected with Steve’s side, but he caught it just in time. Unfortunately, your momentum continued forward which meant you lost control and collided with the man, sending you both to the mat in a tangled heap. Steve exhaled an ‘oof’ as you landed on him ungracefully.

Finding your face resting on the Captain’s sculpted chest, you reluctantly raised your head with a blush rising. He had just returned from a week-long mission and you’d wanted to show off the latest move you had learned, but apparently it was premature. How embarrassing. Luckily, you heard Steve’s melodic laugh ring out and you followed suit. Soon you were both collapsed on the mat with tears of laughter running down your face.

“Well, you definitely have the power behind it, but you might need to be reined it in a little,” Steve chuckled, sending off more peals of laughter from you both, your heart swelling at the sound.

It took a few minutes for you both to calm down before Steve popped to his feet and offered a hand to you. Accepting its comfortable warmth, you groaned as he helped you stand. If you weren’t already sore from training and your collision with a rock-hard body, your abdominal muscles now hurt from laughing. Catching Steve’s eye, you offered a smile and opened your mouth to breech the subject about dinner, but then someone approached.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Sam spoke, stepping to his friend’s side. “Steve, could you look at this mission file for me? It’s kind of time-sensitive.”

“Sure, pal,” he replied. “I’ll be right back, Y/N.”

“No problem. I’ll just get some water.” You followed the men out the gym door but they turned right while you took the left corridor. Just outside the gym, there was an unusually high-tech water dispensing station with just plain filtered water or you could even add flavoring if you wanted. Of course, this was Tony’s idea. He didn’t really do ‘simple’. Walking back toward gym, you heard the two men’s voices carrying as they finished their conversation.

“…look at the intel tonight and hopefully we’ll have a better idea for the timeline. Thanks, Sam.”

“Sure thing. So, uh… you looked pretty cozy in there with Y/N. What’s going on with you two?” Sam questioned with intrigue in his voice. Hearing your name, you paused to listen. Yes, it was snooping, but apparently it now involved you, so…

“What, you mean…me and Y/N? Together? No. We’re just good friends. Besides, I don’t really see her that way.”

Your stomach dropped to your feet, feeling your frantic heart threatening to escape your chest. There was a whooshing sound in your ears as if all the air had escaped the room, nearly missing their next words.

“Does she know that?”

Steve scoffed, “Of course she does. We’ve been friends for a while.”

Sam clicked his tongue in disagreement, “Are you sure? I’ve seen how she looks at you. Might wanna let her down easy, man.” The sound of a hand clapped against a broad back was heard.

On shaky legs, you made your way into the gym in a daze. Taking a drink of your water just to have something to do, you nearly choked on it in the process. Steve then came up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Alright there? Wrong pipe?” he joked with a smile.

Finally, the coughing stopped and you nodded that you were okay, avoiding his gaze.

“Ready to get back to it?” he asked with enthusiasm.

Mind hazy, you followed him back onto the mat and raised your fists, body on autopilot. Steve initiated the spar this time, putting you on defense. You knew he was going easy on you, but it was still a challenge, especially in your current state. Attempting to focus, snippets of their conversation floated between your ears, almost as an echo, while you processed it.

…looked pretty cozy…Block….just good friends….Jab…..don’t see her that way….Kick….let her down easy….Left hook…

As your mind caught up and their words sunk in, the tempest of thoughts and emotions became too much, causing you to drop your hands and step away. Pressing the heels of your hands into your eye sockets, you were determined not to lose it here in the gym.

“Hey, you okay, Y/N?” Steve asked, concern coating his words.

Chest heaving with effort and emotion, you knew you couldn’t stay a moment longer. “Yeah…I mean, no. I, uh…I think I heard a pop in my shoulder when we��um, when we collided. Old injury. Probably should rest it. I’m done for today,” you spoke without meeting his eye, heading for your gym bag.

You stuffed your jacket, towel, and water bottle inside, yanking the zipper shut when you realized Steve had followed you.

“Do you want Dr. Cho to take a look at it?”

“No, it’s fine,” you answered, slinging the bag over your shoulder and heading for the door.

“Hey, Y/N, um…”

You paused. “Yeah?”

Hands stuffed in his pockets, he hesitated a moment before continuing. “I, uh…just wanted to say that I enjoy spending time with you. I’m lucky to have you as a friend.”

Friend. That word was a dagger to your heart, pain exploding in your chest as you struggled to breathe. Knowing he awaited a response of some kind, you finally met his bright blue eyes.

“Thanks, Steve. You, too,” you quietly uttered with a hopefully genuine-looking smile before rushing past him and out of the room. Once alone, you broke into a sprint and barely shut your bedroom door before collapsing to the floor, sobs clawing at your throat.

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And still I can't let you be Most nights I hardly sleep Don't take what you don't need from me

You spent the rest of the day in bed cocooned in blankets, tears slipping down your cheeks. Eyes red, you couldn't bring yourself to watch any of your favorite movies or shows for fear of tainting them, so you found yourself watching true crime documentaries on Netflix.

Sleep evaded you and past midnight, your growling stomach forced you out of bed and down the hall toward the kitchen. Blessedly, you didn't run into anyone and you were able to stock up on bottled water and an armful of snacks to last a while. Creeping back to your room, you resumed hiding from the world. Thankfully, it was the weekend so work wasn't a worry.

You received a text from Steve midway through the next morning.

Hey, Y/N. Feeling any better? I've got some time for training later today.

Of course he would be that sweet. Blinking away tears, you set your phone down. What could you say to him? He didn't have a clue. You felt like one look in his eyes and he could see your torn heart and fractured soul. There was no way you could be around him right now.

Opening his text, you stared at the blinking cursor before replying.

Not today. Shoulder’s okay but feel a cold coming on.

Total lie, but necessary.

Oh, I'm sorry. Can I bring you anything?

No. Don't want to risk it. Thanks.

Putting your phone aside, you finally let yourself fall asleep

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A few hours later, you startled awake to someone sitting at the end of your bed. After recovering from your near heart attack, you glared at the redhead before you.

“How did you get in---ugh, nevermind. I don’t wanna know,” you groaned, slumping back on your pillows. You had asked JARVIS to not allow anyone into your quarters, but clearly there was no keeping her out. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re not sick.”

“You are correct,” you replied, emotionless.

Natasha surveyed the state of your bedroom, empty food wrappers and tissues littering the floor.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you to talk to him, I…”

“Not your fault,” you sniffled. “Besides, I didn’t even have a chance to. Doesn’t matter now, though.”

“If it’ll make you feel better, I could kick his a…”

“Don’t you dare!” you shot off the pillows, finger pointed in her face. “He can never know.”

You held her gaze without wavering until she consented with a nod.

“Fine. You can’t hole up in here forever. I’ll hold them off as long as I can, though,” she promised, clutching your ankle affectionately through the blankets.

“Thanks.”

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The next two days were more of the same, wallowing and Netflix. Natasha was kind enough to bring you actual meals, though, which was better than packaged snacks. She kept her word and no one hassled you. You even called in sick for work on Monday and thankfully, Maria was understanding. That evening, Nat came in with a plate of dinner, making herself comfortable on the end of your bed while you ate.

“He’s gone, you know.”

You paused in eating, waiting for explanation.

“He left on a mission with Clint and Sam this afternoon. They’ll probably be away for a week.”

On that note, she grabbed the dirty dishes from lunch off your floor, raised an eyebrow at you and then she was gone. She’d made her point. It was time for you to return to the land of the living.

Easier said than done, you thought, as another sleepless night stretched before you. Hopefully the ‘heartbroken zombie’ look was in style…

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Part 2

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Ouch. Yeah. Sorry about that. Things get a little better in part 2. That unrequited love, though. I’ve been there SO many times. I appreciate you reading and please let me know what you think of this!! I love all your comments and asks and replies and screaming at me, I appreciate it all. :) 

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