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Andrew is at least one child's favourite athlete (Andrew and Kids Part Two)


 A young girl with leukemia, Coach Kinzie tells Andrew sombrely, wants to meet her favourite sports star. For a brief moment, Andrew assumes she’s talking about Kevin, or maybe Neil, or really any of the other players on the Olympic-gold-winning team, but a second later he realises Kinzie is looking at him expectantly, itinerary in hand. Andrew doesn’t agree outright but when he leaves, he takes the itinerary with him. He thinks it’s more than the Coach expected. 

 "What did Kinzie want?“ asks Neil later, glancing up from his phone as Andrew walks through the door of their apartment, trying to shake off a damp autumn leaf that has adhered itself to the toe of his shoe. 

 He gives up, kicking his shoes aside aggressively before handing the Make-A-Wish itinerary to Neil, who scans it and passes it back with a smile. "Well, you’re no Disney World.”

 Andrew gives him a flat look. Neil hadn’t even known what Disney World was until a couple of years ago, when Matt and Dan had organised a Foxes reunion there for their twins’ fifth birthday. 

 "I think I’m a bit old now to really appreciate all the things I missed out on as a child,“ Neil had told Andrew when they got back. "But I wouldn’t mind going back one day. It was fun, I guess." 

 Andrew had hummed noncommittally as he closed the window in which he’d been researching US adoption law on his laptop and deleted the search from his history. 

 "Kidding,” says Neil now, standing and holding his hand a centimetre from Andrew’s. “Disney World is a wasted wish, apparently. You’re the best goalkeeper in the league, Andrew. I’m not surprised you’re some kids’ idol.”

 "One kid,“ grumbles Andrew, clasping Neil’s hand briefly before retreating to the kitchen to feed the cats. Neil won’t have remembered. "And I’m questioning her taste in athletes." 

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northern-mutt  asked:

Probably late for this, but Madison is real neat! If she was an Olympic contestant, what was her nationality? Also, I'm sure she has a heck of a story to tell from feet to fins.

Ahh! I’m so glad you like Madison enough to ask about her!

She’s French, but was still training to make it onto the national team when she got turned into a mermaid. 

She’s the worst mermaid - when most girls were having pool parties and pretending to be mermaid princesses, she lived way out in the country and had no friends. So she spent her time running laps around her family farm and slapping newspaper clippings of her favourite athletes on her wall.

Eventually she learns to turn her tail back into legs, but they change right back when they touch water, which effectively ended her triathlete career. She’s not a very happy person, and she tends to hide her problems under lots of sarcasm and dry cynicism. 

Okay, but au where Steven’s excited to bring Garnet to the Beach City Renaissance Fair for the first time.

What Steven doesn’t know is that they might meet a certain five-time world champion and a silver medalist, who happen to be Garnet’s favourite athletes.

Give Me That Gold *Lance Tucker x Reader* NSFW

Originally posted by rikkisixx

Summary: You’re considered a ‘has been’ since winning a silver at Worlds, after always getting golds in previous competitions. You run into Lance, things get heated up and you score him on his sex.
Ratings: Mature Content (+18)-No oral, other than Lance finger fucking you! I tried to write acrobatic smut, didn’t go so well, so I kept it mildly average with a few weird positions. (I promise, the more comfortable I am with writing him, the more it will get better- I already have a series idea, if people are interested in me writing that?)

Note: First time ever writing Lance, I’ve seen the movie a handful of times and I am in no way, a good smut writer. So, this may be all types of bad. Forgive me if so. Such an original title. I don’t know what it is, I fucking love Lance, I love him more than Seb’s Bucky atm! God, I think it’s his cocky attitude but jfc I love it! I shouldn’t because he’s such a cunt, but I’d let him do all sorts of things. - Rosalee (please be nice! This may be shitty, so please go easy on me)

You walk into Amherst gym, a confidence in your step. It had been a while since you last stepped foot here, it hadn’t changed much, apart from the fact Pavleck’s gym was now owned by Hope. You dropped your duffle bag into the ladies changing rooms, pulling your hair into a tight but slightly messy bun and exiting to the actual gymnasium.

You pushed the doors open, the familiar gym coming into view. Balance beams and mats laid out, vaults and bars placed. It was like you had never left to Miami all those years ago, a few younger gymnasts practised with their coaches. You instantly recognised one of them, rolling your eyes instantly as soon as, you saw him. You had hoped you’d never see him, it would have seemed likely considering he’s a gold medalist and they tend to get too big for their sweats. You’d know since from the age of 4 you had been winning golds, till you got your first silver, ever.

It was obviously, better than Hope’s bronze which actually made her a celebrity, much to the despise of Lance. Lance Tucker, the obnoxiously arrogant, sleaze ball. He basically dripped egotistical, cocky dick. You hated him, you’d still hate him even if he didn’t win that gold and parade it around but his personality still stood. In fact, winning gave him a god-complex with every shiny gold medal, it was just another pat on the behind for his ego. It irked you.

Since you got your silver it’s like all your credibility went down, you made it to the big leagues and leave with a silver rather than a usual gold, suddenly you’re the laughing stock. It was difficult, you went from being seen as one of the greatest gymnasts to people pointing out you won a silver, like all the golds before that meant nothing. It still kind of upsets you today, you used to hang around people like Lance, talking yourself up and now you can hardly step into a gym that you know anyone in because of the fear of being mocked. No one wants to believe that their favourite gold medalists athletes are up their own arses, but they are; a few are humble most are Tucker.

“Well, well look who we have here.” You sighed and refrained from rolling your eyes, spinning on your heel to glare up at Lance who had his arm crossed, smirking as he gave you a once over. “Didn’t expect to ever see your face again, Y/N!”

“Let me guess,” you cross your own arms, “still living off the former glory of your old gold wins, I see?” His steel blue eyes narrowed, his jaw locking as you simply smiled cockily.

He uncrossed his arms and stepped to you, “still trying to hide the fact you’re huge fucking failure by giving attitude as if you’re still a gold medalist.” He towered over your small frame, a glare so intense you almost squirmed under it; like one of those girl amateurs meeting him for the first time.

“I am still a gold medalist winner, I didn’t come here to be mocked Tucker, so go fuck your way into winning some competitions.” You regretted the words as soon as they flew from your mouth.

Lance loves to prove a point, he especially loves to win gold medals by his sheer talent. Proving that he didn’t fuck any female judges to win, you hated to admit it but he’s talented. One of the best you’ve seen, it only made you hate him more. He repelled back an inch as if what you said hurt him, it would anyone, you stood your ground against him by glaring. His jaw locked as he glared, pointing a long finger in your face, you raised your eyebrows at the man. God, you’d love to slap him and not even in a sexual way, one hard slap across his face.

“The only one here that should be fucking their way into gold medals is you, you need all the help,” he remarked coolly, you bite your tongue and just glare as he steps around you going back to coaching some teen. You let out a shaky puff of air, feeling a little hot from that exchange, due to being angry- definitely anger.

You walk to the mats, unzipping your jacket and shrugging it off leaving it in a pile just to the side. Stretching your arms above your head, the black sports tank top clinging to you, you felt your muscles contract underneath your skin. You bent forward touching your toes, pressing your palm flat against the cold blue mat and stayed like that for a few seconds, you slowly dragged your left leg up straight and turning your torso to touch left arm to your foot. Torso arching, the tight feeling bunching in your abdomen.

“I’d recognise that ass anywhere,” you chuckled at Hope’s crude behaviour as she yelled walking to you, “you gonna give every man in here a boner or hug me?”  

You lowered your leg, pushing yourself off the floor with your palms and standing straight. Turning to take in the small-but-big attitude-Hope, she hadn’t changed all that much, hands on her hips as she also looked you over. Both chuckling as you stepped forward embracing her, you were the same height as her, small but with a lot of attitude.

“I see you bumped into Lance,” she gave a chuckle as you let out a loud exhale. “I haven’t seen him that tense since… you were last around here, you really get under his skin,” she nudged and wiggled her eyebrows, “he wants to fuck you.”

You coughed loudly in shock, forgetting how crass Hope is. “Okay, that’s definitely not it. We hate one another, we do not- I do not want to fuck Lance Tucker!” You walked away heading to the balance beams, Hope following and she scoffed brushing her blonde bangs out of her eyes.

“The sexual tension I can smell it from five miles away,” you rolled your eyes prepping before jumping up, steadying yourself. “You both need to fuck the hatred out of one another or you know, fuck one another and still hate each other, at least you get rid of the stank.” You barked a laugh and going into a handstand, “point your toes.” She barks unconsciously, instantly doing as asked.

“There’s no sexual tension between us,” you say through your teeth, pointing your right hand out straight and balancing all of your height on your left. “We’re both competitive, needing to prove ourselves through winning. Plus, he’s just an egotistical asshole, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself and his medals.”

Hope crosses her arms watching as you get back into a standing position, barking little comments to you as you leapt and did an arabesque. It’s silent for a few minutes as you done some scissor leaps. “Do an Omelianchik!” You sighed, giving her a glare as she gave a little shrug with her right shoulder.

You gave a few deep breaths, going into a back dive with a one-quarter twist landing with a handstand. Your eyes glance over to where Tucker was on the steady rings, currently holding a handstand. His hands gripped the rings tightly, his arms straight and bulging, contracting under his weight. His back to you, the muscles defined nicely through the thin white top he wore.

“You need his cock inside of you, I know it.” Hope’s ‘jokey’ comment made you lose balance and fall from the beam, “oh shit! Y/N, you okay?”

You groaned from the floor, landing on a mat didn’t really stop it from hurting as landed with a loud ‘thump’. Hope let slip a few chuckles as you pushed your upper body up, holding a hand to your head as you groaned, flipping her off which only made her laugh a little harder.

“Is she okay?” A deep voice asked from a few feet away, “what happened?” it took a few seconds to figure out it was Lance who was asking. Probably, came over to gloat at how dumb and unprofessional you are.

Hope sighed, “I told her how she needs a good fuck and she lost balance! I think, she’s okay.”

Lance let slip a laugh at Hope’s honesty as you once again, flipped her off. He walked over to you, offering a hand to help you up, you swatted it away and he chuckled holding his hands up as you tried to lift yourself up. You wobbled, your right leg felt stiff and achy due to the fall. Lance put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from swaying, raising his eyebrows at Hope who was smirking lightly.

“I’m okay, I think.” You shrug Lance’s hand off of your shoulder lightly, ready to get started with training again but Hope pulled you back, you gave a defiant look.

Hope shakes her head, “No way, I can’t let you continue after that fall. You need to go back to your hotel or whatever, rest that bashed head. Lance drive her home!” She pushes Lance as best she could to you, he frowned also. “She can’t drive, she hit her head, stop being an asshole for five minutes and give her a ride!”

“I’m fine, Hope.” You grit through clenched teeth and she gave you a cold glare, challenging you to a fight if needed. “Plus, I don’t need him giving me a ride anywhere!”

Lance scoffed, “You’d be lucky to get any sort of ride from me, sweetheart!”

“Oh my god,” Hope yelled angrily, “Don’t you dare talk to her tight pussy like that, she’s a silver medalist plus gold, she has more flexibility you can deal with Tucker. So, shut your whore mouth.”

You frowned but smiled, Hope had a weird way of sticking up for you, Lance didn’t seem fazed as he sighed and nodded, pushing you to the doors where you went to the changing rooms. You didn’t bother getting dressed, grabbing the duffle and walking out to see Lance leaning on the far wall, arms crossed as he waited for you. You walked over, he pushed himself off the wall and walked a little beside you in uncomfortable silence, going out into the carpark you headed towards you own car before you feel of Lance tugging you towards his own.

“We’re taking mine because I need to drive back,” he mutters some excuse as he opens the passenger side for you, you frown.

“I need to drive here tomorrow, let’s take mine.” You go to slam the door closed but Lance stops you, you make a sound of annoyance at him.

He rolls his blue eyes, “I’ll drive you here tomorrow or text Hope to pick you up, I need my car.” He insists, instead of arguing with him, you make another sound of annoyance before sliding into the passenger seat. “Thank you.” He drawled out before walking round to the driver’s seat as you buckled in.

It’s uncomfortable between you both, you had cut the tension with a butter knife. You looked out of the window, watching as houses rolled past, you leant back a little and glanced to Lance. Admittedly he was handsome, anyone would say so, even you. He had a strong jaw, nice head of hair and his athlete’s body was always in top shape. 

When you first met him you were instantly attracted, then he opened his mouth and the more he talked, the less you wanted him to shove you up against a wall- maybe. Hope’s words played on your mind a little too much, you’d never… maybe. No, you wouldn’t. You swore you’d never have sex with Lance ‘The Fucker’ Tucker.

“Why are you back in Amherst?” You kept looking at him, he briefly cast his eyes to yours before looking back at the road, “you belong in LA with all the other gold medalists.”

He chuckled at that, “I came to see some raw talent, see if any of Hope’s and Ben’s amateurs have what it takes. Talent spotting, I guess.” He shrugged, “why’d you come back? Last I heard you were a Miami girl, also dating that Gold medalist from the United Kingdom; hate that guy!”

“Just cause he got the gold whilst you got the silver,” you chuckle and he doesn’t look at you, “I decided to come back and see Hope. Whilst everyone mocked me, she was the one who really stuck by me, I owe her something… I guess. And that ended, I’m not great at being in relationships where I’m constantly surrounded by people better than I am.” You didn’t mean for it to slip but it did, to Lance of all people.

“The British are not better,” he remarked and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I thought, your quote not mine, that the British were more humble with their wins?” He had that arrogant tone as he repeated what you said many years ago.

“Well, they’re more humble than you,” you quip and he shrugs. “He liked hanging around the gold medalists, people would comment about my silver, as if I wasn’t a gold medal winner before. It’s amazing how one silver can bring down a whole career, suddenly I was losing my touch, I don’t know. Loser problems,” you laugh as he pulls into the hotel you’re staying in the carpark. “Plus, I don’t compete anymore or go to those events, he did and it just brought back all the wrong memories.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt, looking up as Lance watches you with raised eyebrows, you frown letting the seatbelt leave your upper body. “You proved today you haven’t lost your touch, apart from the bit where you fell because Hope said you needed my cock inside you, was it?”

You stop and look at him wide eyed, he has his cocky grin on but you’re too stunned to even say something witty or snide back. “You heard that? I forget how loud Hope’s voice is.”

Lance nodded, “And pitchy, listen I’m gonna ask this once; do you want to fuck me or not?”

“With that face, it would be a yes,” you see his grin spreading, “but with that fucking attitude, it’s a clear pass.” You grab your bag from the backseat and shove open the door, slamming it shut and stomping your way towards the hotel.

You hear his door open, “Y/N, stop! Wait a fucking minute.” He pulled you back by your jacket sleeve, you sighed and pulled your arm away and crossed them, “I’m sorry didn’t realise you were so finicky over who fucking fucks you.” You opened your mouth to retort but shake your head before turning. “Okay, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Lance, you could be the best guy I’d ever fuck but at the end of the day I know what it is,” he frowns at you, “I don’t need a pity fuck from a gold medalist to make myself feel better about myself, okay? I’ve been around enough guys willing to fuck me, let me wear their gold medal as they fucked me! That used to be me, I used to be able to offer that but my golds mean nothing like I would to you after.” You shuffle on your feet under his gaze, “I can’t handle you parading around that you got to fuck the ‘has been Y/N’, okay? Another ego boosts for Lance Tucker.”

It’s silent between you both as you stand in the carpark, he looks as though he’s going every word you spoke to him. You heft the bag over your shoulder some more, looking at him and sighing. “Thanks for driving me back, I appreciate it. This doesn’t mean I like you, I still hate your guts.”

He shrugs his shoulders lightly, side smirking as he stepped away from you. “It wouldn’t be a pity fuck, I don’t do pity fucks and the gold I have with me, you can’t wear it.” You frowned but knew what he meant, people talk and you simply chuckled. “The only thing I’d parade around is the fact I got to fuck Y/N Y/L/N, former gold and silver medalist, but I get it. You can’t handle me being the best fuck ever, so much so, you’d have to come back!”

You scoffed and he raised an eyebrow, “You’d have a challenge since the British may lose to Lance Tucker in gymnast but in fucking, they get a solid 10.5 overall.”

“That’s not very fair, the judge hasn’t me perform for herself,” he stepped closer than he was before. His body almost pressing up against yours as he looked down at you, “I’d very much like to compete.”

You were about to talk, maybe stop whatever was building but it was if Lance knew you were backing away. He gripped firmly on your hips, pulling you to him and connecting his lips to yours, it was so sudden that you didn’t react instantly. His lips were soft, unbearably soft against your own and you eventually fluttered your eyes closed and kissed back. He holds you a little tighter, releasing a little moan from you- unintentionally, he slips his tongue into your mouth. He pulls away with a satisfied smirk, you narrow your eyes pulling away from his hold and walking back towards the hotel.

Lance frowns, a little confused. “I’m not fucking you out here, Tucker.”


You unlock the door, throwing your bag to the ground and hear Lance kick the door closed. His hands grabbing hold of your hips pulling you back towards him, grinding slightly and moving your hair from your neck. His lips biting gently at the exposed skin, you bite your lip to keep from moaning, not wanting him to know the effect he has on you.

“We really shouldn’t do this,” You muttered more breathlessly than intended, Lance smirked against your neck, biting your earlobe teasingly. He spins you around, grinning devilishly at you.

“You have permission to stop this if you really want to, but I don’t think you want to… do you?” he winks and you shiver at the implications of his words.

After that it was a flurry of clothing, Lance unzipped your jacket and throwing it to the ground and hiking the tank top you wore up and off of your head. Hands palming at your breasts as you work on unzipping his own jacket, trying to shove it off of his broad shoulders as he continued to roughly play with your tits.  He unclasped your bra in a second, pulling it off and letting it drop to his feet and finally he did something with that arrogant mouth of his. He pushed you up against the wall, not caring for how hard he slammed you against it- despite the fact you bashed it not an hour ago, mouth latching onto one of your nipples and biting down harshly with his teeth causing you to whine.

Bucking against his hips you could feel his growing erection through the track pants he wore, you grinned inwardly at the feel of him against you, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair and tugging harshly but his assault continued with the other nipple. Taking the one he lavished between two knuckles and tugging, you tried to hold back the gasps by biting down hard on your bottom lip.

“If you don’t fucking make me cum in two minutes, I’m deducting points on execution,” Lance couldn’t help but chuckle around your nipple, causing the vibrations to shake through your body and you let your head fall back against the wall, groaning lightly at the contact.

Lance pulled back, mild concern, “You okay? You’re head earlier-”

“Don’t get sappy on me now,” You snap cutting him off and he smirked at your impatience.

Lance yanked down your shorts and panties, practically ripping them off of your legs and then made quick work on his own clothes, minimal help from you as you drank him in. One thing is for sure, he has every right to brag. He was toned, lean and just magnificent all around from head (lol sex puns) to toes. Your eyes danced over his tattoo, a small little giggle erupts from your mouth as you take it in, of course, Lance Tucker has the tattoo.

His abs clenched and contracted under his tanned skin, your eyes drift up to find him showing you the same intense stare. His own eyes washing over your body, falling over every muscle and feminine curve of you, licking his bottom lip as if what he was looking at was something delectable. You smirked as his hand reached out, pulling the hair-tie, letting your locks flow down, hand weaving into the strands and pulling you in for another heated kiss. All teeth and tongue, your hand lazily scratch down his chest, finding his member and giving a few light strokes.

“How about you show me your Needle Scale, you’ve always done them so well and look so fucking hot,” he clicked his tongue at the end of his sentence. Cocking an eyebrow as you gave a little smile.

Stepping around him and closer to the bed, knowing he is watching you intently emitted goosebumps over your skin, sending a thrilling wave of heat and tightness through your body. Without much hesitation you lift your right leg up, arching your torso as you held your ankle, grasping it and pushing your leg a little to stretch it. Looking up and watching your foot, you could feel Lance come up behind you, hands gently tracing down your calf and thigh.

His fingertips skimmed through your wetness, you let out a soft sigh and he gently prodded at your entrance. Taking his time, you gulped as he slowly pushed his digits inside of you, almost throwing you off balance on the one foot keeping you upright. You gasped as both of his fingers were now buried to the knuckle, gently scissoring your insides. You were shaking, your left leg quivering trying to keep the same balance.

“So,” Lance pulled his fingers out, “Fucking,” he punctuated the word by slamming his fingers back in, and out again using his other hand to hold your leg up, “Tight.” He did the same, except adding a third finger causing you to groan out.

His hand quickened it’s pace, you could hear the sounds of him fingering you in the silent room and you could feel his left hand tighten on your ankle. Keeping your body in the Needle Scale, possibly the longest you’ve ever held this position for, you weren’t going to complain about the circumstances. Although, the stretch you felt in the tops of your thighs. The feel of Lance’s erection prodding your straight, quivering leg. 

The coil in your lower tummy tightened considerably, the warmth rushing through your body. Then he withdraws, pulling his wet fingers from your aching, needy core and letting your leg drop.

You turn to glare at Lance, asking what his fucking problem was but was met with him licking those fingers. He’s such an asshole, he knows it from the smug smirk on his face. You were so close to smacking him, till he pushed you on the bed, crawling over you with a predatory smile. “I was gonna properly taste you, but having you like this, well… they’ll be other times.” He winks cockily.

You were about to retort before you felt Lance aligned himself, giving no hesitation he slammed all the way in, groaning in your ear and you let out a loud moan. It had been a while since anyone had been inside of you, plus with Lance’s impressive side it took a few hard, deep thrusts to get used to. You panted as he set a good rhythm, your nails scratching down his back, your hands gripping his tight ass to encourage him to go faster.

“God, you’re so fucking tight still,” Lance moaned, growling as he started to pound into you, you dig your nails into his hard flesh and close your eyes, mouth open to keep yourself breathing.

Lance grabbed a hold of your legs, spreading them wider, keeping his pace as he stretched your legs to rest on his shoulders.  “F-fuck! God, Lance.” You groaned as the new position made him go deeper, the sounds of his groans and skin slapping skin, filled your ears. Sweat covering both of your bodies.

He leant down, pushing your legs down towards your body as he kissed your lips roughly, biting on your lower lip and tugging as he felt your walls clench around him. You were so close, you pulled back from the kiss, throwing your head back as a series of profanities and his name mixed spewed from you. Lance began sucking, biting and teasing the soft skin on your neck, keeping him from releasing loud moans of his own. A few hard thrusts had you on the tip of orgasm, he could sense that as he reached down between your stretched legs and began small, tight circles onto your clit.

“You close?” His breathing erratic, all you could do was a nod, “I want you riding me when you cum.” Is all he manages to say, you whimper as he pulled out of you after one hard thrust. Your legs drop as he grabs a hold of your hips, landing on the bed beside on his back, helping you straddle his waist and guide you back to him. His fingers dig into your hips, helping you set a quick and hard pace on top of him.

One hand sneaking up your ribs and groping a breast, kneading and pulling at the hardened peak as you gasped. Your own hands resting on his chest, nails digging in as rubbed and circled your hips over him; thighs burning from the position earlier and now the task of raising and falling on his dick- it was a strenuous task. Lance planted his feet on the mattress and started to pound up into you, his thumb sneaking back to gather wetness where he entered you and exited you to rub against your nub.

Bringing you to the brink of orgasm again, only this time with one punishing thrust he had you coming undone, repeating his name like it was a prayer. Your walls fluttered around his cock, riding your orgasm till he hit his. His back arched up as he came suddenly, spilling inside of you, erratic hip thrusts as he milked himself of his cum into you.

The only sounds now in the room was your panting breaths making you realise how loud your sex actually was; mattress creaking under you, skin on skin, Lance’s groans and your high pitched moans. Your hands still clung to his chest as you body was still spasming, twitching from the orgasm. Palms sliding down his sweaty torso, his own hand dragged carelessly down from your breast to your waist, clutching you there. Your hair clung to the sweat on the back of your neck plus forehead, cheeks flushed pink and you were still fully sheathed on Lace.

“So,” Lance’s voice hoarse and rough, “what’s my score?” His eyes blinked open, half-lidded as he looked up at you. You frowned, still too dazed to fully get what he was saying till you remembered the conversation from earlier.

You leant down, resting your elbows on his abdomen as you smirked. “What’d you think you got?”  

“Above those fucking British snobs?!” He grinned at you, raising an eyebrow in question.

You chuckled lightly, “13.8.” His eyes narrow darkly as you grin broadly, quirking an eyebrow of your own. You gasp as he circles his own hips, reminding you he was still inside of you, bringing himself to half-mast already.

“Give me that gold, Y/N.” He grins cockily as you push yourself up again.

“Then earn it, Tucker!”

(God, if this is terrible I am so sorry. I edited this for two days straight, plus first ever Lance thing and it was smut- which isn’t something I am too confident with. Like I said, the more I write about him the better I’ll get, so by all means… Request some Lance Tucker stuff! I also have a series idea, should I consider writing that? - Rosalee) When you’re British and make Lance hate you, I’d stil fuck him even if he spoke shit about my Nations athlete’s 

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       [ requested by soccer-love-life-n-randomthingz ] 

“Look Ron, there’s your favourite athlete.” - you whispered to him but you knew that the rest of the Weasleys had heard you.  He didn’t say anything until you couldn’t see him.

“He’s more than an athlete, he’s an artist!” - defended him.

“I think you’re in love, Ron!” - his little sister said, placing her hand in his should.

“Why don’t you go to talk with him?” - teased George, who would be followed by his twin.

“Yeah, if you want we can talk with him about you. That’ll be the beggining of your love story!”

100 questions for Swiss people
  • 1: Which canton are you from?
  • 2: Do you identify yourself with the canton you are from?
  • 3: When you tell foreign people where you are from, what do you say to them?
  • 4: When you tell people from Switzerland where you are from, what do you tell them?
  • 5: If you had the opportunity to move to another canton, where would you go, and why, or would you stay where you live now, and why?
  • 6: What's your favourite dialect?
  • 7: What's your least favourite dialect?
  • 8: What do you consider to be the dialect easiest to understand for Germans?
  • 9: What so you consider to be the dialect most difficult to understand, and why?
  • 10: How would you describe your dialect?
  • 11: Do people sometimes mistake you for being from a different canton, and if yes, from where?
  • 12: Are you angry about it?
  • 13: Do stereotypes people have about Swiss people apply to you?
  • 14: What's the stereotype people have about Swiss people that applies most to you?
  • 15: What's the stereotype people have about Swiss people that applies least to you?
  • 16: Are there any 'cantonal' stereotypes that apply to you? If yes, which ones?
  • 17: What's your favourite Swiss tradition?
  • 18: What's your least favourite Swiss tradition?
  • 19: Do you celebrate the first of August?
  • 20: Do you celebrate any local traditions?
  • 21: What tradition do you consider the most ridiculous?
  • 22: Do you think traditions are important for Switzerland, why or why not?
  • 23: Who is your favourite Swiss musician?
  • 24: Who is your least favourite Swiss musician?
  • 25: What is your favourite Swiss band?
  • 26: Bligg or Stress?
  • 27: Züri West or Plüsch?
  • 28: 77 Bombay Street. Yay or Nay?
  • 29: What do you think of DJ Bobo?
  • 30: What about Gölä?
  • 31: Do you like songs which include yodeling?
  • 32: If yes, what's your favourite song?
  • 33: Can you yodel?
  • 34: Who do you consider the best
  • known Swiss musician/band internationally?
  • 35: Who do you consider the best known Swiss musician/band nationally?
  • 36: Your favourite song made by a Swiss musician/band?
  • 37: Your least favourite song made by a Swiss musician/band?
  • 38: An underated Swiss band or musician?
  • 39: An overrated Swiss band or musician?
  • 40: Do you prefer listening to music with lyrics in Swiss German or English?
  • 41: Who is your favourite Swiss athlete?
  • 42: FCB, YB or FCZ?
  • 43: Which athletes can Switzerland be most proud of in your opinion?
  • 44: Who do you think is the best Swiss athlete?
  • 45: If you watch the olympics, are you proud of being Swiss? Why or why not?
  • 46: Do you only watch matches or competitions when a Swiss athlete or team plays or competes?
  • 47: Which athletes make you proud to be Swiss?
  • 48: What's your favourite Swiss movie?
  • 49: What's your least favourite Swiss movie?
  • 50: Who's your favourite actor or actress from Switzerland, acting in Swiss movies?
  • 51: Did you watch Pingu when you were younger?
  • 52: Do you like Pingu?
  • 53: If you could redo any Swiss movie, which would you choose, and what aspects would you change?
  • 54: Which is your favourite traditional Swiss dish?
  • 55: Your least favourite?
  • 56: If you could change the name of a Swiss dish, which one would you pick and how would you call it?
  • 57: If you could pick any dish and make it the new national dish which would have to be eaten every 1st of August, which would you take?
  • 58: Emmentaler. Yay or nay?
  • 59: Swiss cheese, or cheese from other countries?
  • 60: Your favourite Swiss cheese brand?
  • 61: How high is you monthly consumption of chocolate?
  • 62: Cailler, Frey or Lindt?
  • 63: Swiss chocolate or are you a traitor (just kidding)?
  • 64: Your favourite Swiss chocolate brand?
  • 65: Black, white or milk chocolate?
  • 66: Do you like filled chocolate? If yes, what is your favourite filling?
  • 67: Do you like chocolate with alcohol
  • 68: Which party do you think alligns the best with your views?
  • 69: Are you politically involved?
  • 70: What do you think about the people which are in the federal council at the moment?
  • 71: If you could start an initiative right now, what would it be about?
  • 72: If you had your own party, what would your party motto be?
  • 73: If you had your own party, what would your party platform be?
  • 74: Which Swiss politician would you love to spit into the face?
  • 75: Do you like Michelline Calmy-Rays haircut?
  • 76: Would you run for office if someone gave you the option, and pays for everything?
  • 77: Would you swap bodies with Christoph Blocher for a day?
  • 78: Who is your favourite Christoph?
  • 79: Do you like the form of Democracy we have?
  • 80: Do you think an other for of governement would be better?
  • 81: Can you name all 7 federal councillors without looking them up?
  • 82: Do you vote, or plan to vote everytime?
  • 83: Do you think that voting should become mandiatory?
  • 84: Do you think that Switzerland is endangered by immigrants?
  • 85: Do you think that immigrants are important for Switzerland?
  • 86: Do you like to go hiking?
  • 87: Have you ever beenattacked by a cow?
  • 88: Do you prefer going to on vacation in Switzerland or somewhere else and why?
  • 89: Do you support Swiss tourism regularly?
  • 90: Skiing or snowboarding?
  • 91: In which part of Switzerland do you like to go to vacations the most?
  • 92: What's in your opinion the most beautiful place in Switzerland?
  • 93: How many cantons have you visited?
  • 94: Do you get easily annoyed by tourists?
  • 95: Can you imagine to visit the town/city you live in to be interresting for tourists?
  • 96: How many languages do you speak?
  • 97: If you could, what national language would you make mandiatory for everyone to learn?
  • 98: Do you think that it's important to learn an other national language, or do you think that English is enough, and why?
  • 99: Do you consider Swiss German a different language than German, and why or why not?
  • 100: If you had to separate Switzerland in two parts and you'd have to draw one line as a border on a map, where would you put it?

Originally posted by thegameswelove

Characters: Y/n, Liam, Scott, Lydia, Allison, Kira, Malia, Jackson, Isaac, Stiles, Mason, Jordan

Pairing: Jordan x Y/n (MALE READER)

Warnings: Nothing. A few random swears. Fluffy brother stuff, flirting, teasing, cuteness at the end. 

Word count: 2084

Summary: Liam’s older brother shocks the pack by showing up, reminiscing and discovering secrets.

A/N: Requested fic-Could you do a teen wolf one where your Liam’s older brother and a professional lacrosse player and you get time off so he goes to see Liam and sees him practicing and Scott and Stiles are big fans of him and get autographs and pictures and stiles acts really nice to Liam like hand round his shoulders and stuff like that and Liam brother kinds of embarrasses him by all his old nicknames. Ok, so I didnt follow everything the request said, but I like where it went. Hope u like it!!

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53 @december-sunrise @superavengers


The boys were out on the field for lacrosse practice. 

Scott, Isaac, Stiles, Liam and Jackson. 

Everyone else was sat on the stands. 

Mason, Kira and Allison watching, while Lydia helped Malia with her math, the poor werecoyote having absolutely no clue what x’s and y’s were doing in math, when they belonged in English.

Liam was in the goal, blocking the shots, while everyone else attempted to score. 

Of course, Liam was stopping almost all attempts, except for Scott’s, Isaac’s and Jackson’s, the werewolves using just a small amount of their supernatural strength.

“Whoooo, go Scott”, Kira cheered, proud of her boyfriend, while Allison and Mason cheered along.

“Come on, Dunbar! Step it up. You’re supposed to block them, not be scared!” Coach shouted.

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Some of the favourite Ukrainian athletes of modern times [dedicated to my 600+ followers and to me since it’s already my birthday in my time zone]

anonymous asked:

Why are you such a fan of Aly Raisman? Her execution is terrible. Ugh.

So that’s to say you are only allowed to be a fan of an athlete if they’re totally perfect? Is that how it works?? In that case you can’t be a fan of Aliya because she bends her knees while she twists and you can’t like Kocian bc she only has a FTY. Like???? I don’t claim Aly is perfect because we all, including her, know she’s not. She has form issues, her execution is not on par with some other gymnasts. But she’s also LEAGUES ahead of 90-95% of the field. Besides, I’m a fan of Aly Raisman because she’s the whole package. Winning sportswoman of the year twice running since her comeback says it all.

Going into the 2012 Olympics quite honestly I was more hyped for Maroney - I couldn’t wait to see her get that gold she deserved. Lol.. Moving on. But I kind of overlooked Aly I guess. Ashamed to admit that but with jordyn and the rise of gabby I just assumed they’d be the two AA. So I felt like we got to watch on the big screen a huge part of Aly’s journey. It was almost more special than if Jordyn had made it through because it was so raw and almost unexpected I guess. I felt we went on a roller coaster with aly through London 2012, what with the qualifying to AA and then the two tiebreak scenarios and then the ultimate redemption on floor. I just felt like Aly’s journey through 2012 was some of the rawest we saw and I came out of the games a huge fan of her.

I’m also so impressed with her come back. I wouldn’t say I doubted it at all, but back in 2013 it doesn’t matter how much I adored Aly, it was hard to envision a successful come back given the two flops we had just seen from the 2008 Olympians just the year previous. I was never worried as such, just so hopeful that she could make it. I love her determination, strength and loyalty to the sport. She could teach many others a thing or two. I think the thing with Aly is she doesn’t do things half heatedly; ever. Some gymnasts seem to give 50% some of the time, 100% some other times whereas Raisman just seems to give it her 100% every single time. That may not be true of course I’m sure there are days in the gym where exhaustion or frustration Etc prevents that. She is under NO illusion that she can just “wing it”. I’m not referring to the physical or mental gymnastics here; but even when Aly was at 50%, she gave 100% if that makes sense. I admire the fact she’s got back in shape and beyond. Not that she was ever out of shape, even when she took a break her body was strong and beautiful. But she’s back in Olympic shape and looks better than before. And that is clear proof of the work she has put in.

She clearly isn’t a woman to give up. It’s raw. I know so many gymnasts would have given up especially after Worlds 2015; things didn’t go well as an individual. I think everyone was beyond gutted with the way qualifications went; nobody more so than herself. But it’s 2016, the Olympics are a matter of weeks away and Aly is all but a lock.
The fight she has put up this year is inspiring and I don’t know if many would have managed it. I was concerned about the self confidence issue last year. And in retrospect I should never have doubted her. It was a case of settling back in; trusting herself and I’m so glad she’s done it. And in plenty of time.

Plus, this is weird; but Aly is the same age as me. And I almost find it *easier* and more comfortable to watch an adult. I can’t explain it. Some of my other most loved athletes are younger; some much older, but overall I enjoy watching those similar ages with me because I can resonate easier with the sacrifices they’re making every day, the pressures and expectations of our age and in the case of Aly I am just in complete awe of the success she has had. The juggling of business woman and professional active athletes is insane (add in the fact she finds time to nap) is so impressive. It’s also cliche and totally wrong that it’s even an issue to be mentioned, but she’s reaching a second peak at 22 years old. A second peak; who even does that??! Many may disagree and believe she was better in London but I just think it’s different. She’s matured and I guess is more aware of what she needs and wants. And it’s different with Biles here anyway. The whole game and dynamics have changed.
She came on to a scene when the juniors were incredibly strong and didn’t let it phase her. She’s slotted right back in and despite what many (including Martha) may think; she’s irreplaceable in terms of package and leadership.

I love the way Aly preaches body confidence BUT doesn’t have to post pictures of her abs constantly. There are so many athletes who’s Instagram is full of selfies, pictures of their body etc and there’s NOTHING wrong with that. They deserve to show their beautiful bodies and hard work and be proud of themselves. I’d give to look like any one of them. But with Aly, it seems like she would rather teach people to be more comfortable in their own skin without having to use her body. It’s different. I can’t explain it well but I feel she puts less focus on “look at my abs look at my perfect body, be body confident” and instead focuses on accepting yourself beyond that. Again, maybe you will disagree.

She just seems an all round package; supportive, talented, determined, quietly confident, a grafter and beyond talented. She is one of my very favourite current athletes and I don’t really mind that she doesn’t always catch her tkatchev.

Anyway, you asked me this 3 days ago but I knew I wanted to answer properly. So yeah, Aly isn’t scoring 9.7 on E, and she doesn’t always hit 180 in her leaps. But overall, I think she’s pretty awesome.

*mic drop*
*climbs out of ass*