if you have a body you are an athlete

For some of the boys out there who are feeling insecure about their bodies, I want you to look at some Olympic athletes:

Mo Farah, 10000m gold medal winner. He’s quite small and doesn’t have huge muscles. But he’s still a champion

Lasha Talakhadze, weightlifting gold medal winner. He’s not skinny; he clearly has body fat and a rounded face. But he’s still a champion 

Kōhei Uchimura, gymnastics gold medal winner. He’s muscular, but is only 1.61m tall (5ft 3″). But he’s still a champion 

So what I’m trying to say is that men and boys are often given expectations to be muscular, thin and tall - the diversity in male Olympics athletes shows that you absolutely do not need to be all/any of those things to be valid. You and your body are valid no matter what.

there are so many different types of girls and so many different types of beautiful.

you have your gamer girls and your makeup-loving girls and your natural girls and your skater girls and your soft girls and your science girls and your silly girls and your pastel girls and your punk girls and your musical girls and your artsy girls and your outdoorsy girls and your indoorsy girls and your tomboyish girls and your girly girls and your smart girls and your athletic girls and your sleepy girls and girls are just so cute there’s so many types of them I love them I love you

anonymous asked:

I've been drawing for nine years now and have gotten considerably better since I started, but I find myself still struggling to get things right like facial features, bodies, and, my biggest problem, hands. This coming Spring I'm going to college for animation and illustration, but I just struggle so much that it makes me wonder how I could ever be successful in that area. I really want to do this, but I lack in many resources (I have a box of old crayolas and all of digital art is done on (1)

Don‘t worry, everyone struggles at first, mostly if you’re self-taught. I’m sure at college they’ll teach you the basics of drawing again before starting with more specific stuff (at least that’s how it worked at the school of comics)
But if you want to know some basic exercises I was given for human bodies and facial features, here there are:

the first thing to do is simplify figures, instead of starting drawing the body with anatomy right away, think of it as geometrical shapes put together


For the head there are these structures that might help you

For the hands, believe me, even the most expert artist on the earth has difficulties in drawing them.
But as the other parts, it helps to make a geometrical structure before

I do this

I’m not really that good at drawing hands but that’s the principle of it.

As exercise for human bodies and gestures, photos of athletes are really useful,

study their gesture drawing mannequins over photos

You can do the same exercise for faces and hands.


KEEP IN MIND THAT THESE ARE EXCERCISE TO DRAW REALISTIC BODIES.
STYLE COMES AFTER.
You can take all these “shortcuts” and modify the proportions to have the type of figure you want.


As for the equipment, I think if you want to go for animation you need at least a computer and a drawing tablet… For traditional illustrations you can use anything really

Being short can suck, especially as a guy. People are always saying tall guys are hot, that they’re somehow more desirable, and idealized male bodies are always tall. But being short is actually a huge advantage in a lot of sports – did you know that? Short guys make fantastic gymnasts, divers, wrestlers, weightlifters, long-distance runners, skiers/snowboarders, martial artists, skaters, rock climbers, soccer players, lacrosse players, cyclists, and jockeys. There are also certain sports that have positions favorable to shorter athletes, like rugby! Being short will make you a great hooker in rugby. You’d also have an advantage with bowling, skateboarding, BMX, and even dancing. All of these sports are excellent for short guys because your center of gravity is lower and you’re lighter. You’d be surprised how many sports require balance and flexibility rather than size. And in some other team sports, like basketball and football, short guys could play circles around taller guys, especially if they’re fast, making them a great addition to a team. There are world-class male athletes shorter than 5'6" out there making Olympic gold. So, sure, it sucks to be the short friend – heck, to not be able to reach some of your high kitchen shelves, but you’d make a great pole-vaulter. Short guys are badasses and I’m sick of the bullshit we get from people for not meeting idealized standards.

It Wasn't Worth All The "Horror Movie Bullshit"

Context: I am DMing a group of players through an amped-up version of the Death House from Curse of Strahd. This is meant to be a one-shot mini-campaign where many (if not all) of them will die, so I’m doing my best to make things as dangerous and scary as possible, including playing creepy music which has them all on edge. The group has made it to the third floor of the house and found two doors, one locked and one unlocked. This takes place after they fail to open the locked door.

Player 1: So the other door is unlocked, right?

DM: Right.

Player 1: I go to open the door… 13 for perception?

DM: As you look around your notice this room is mostly empty save for a desk with a large iron key on top of it. There is also a window on the far wall and sitting on it as a porcelain doll with a faded yellow dress. It’s eyes seem to follow you.

Player 1: Nope! Fuck that! I close the door.

Player 3: But the key! What if it unlocks the other door?

Player 1: Ugh, fine. I open the door again.

DM: You see the same scene, but the doll is no longer on the windowsill.

Player 1: Uh, perception 17 to see where it is?

DM: You cautiously pure around the room, looking for any signs of a faded yellow dress, however seen nothing… Until you look down.

Player 3: NO.

DM: Yes. The doll is standing by the partially open door, looking up at you with blue glass eyes.

Player 2: I roll to fucking punt it across the room! *rolls a 2*

DM: You take a step forward and go to kick the doll with all your might… only to have it grab your boot with its tiny porcelain fingers.

Player 2: HOLY SHIT! BURN IT! BURN IT!

Player 1: I ROLLED A 15 TO CAST FIREBOLT ON THE DOLL!

DM: You hear a high pitched shriek echoing from the room as the doll’s head explodes into flames, it’s worn yellow dress catching almost immediately. You watch in abject horror as it releases its grip and stumbles back. As its hair burns away, its glass eyes roll upwards to look at you before beginning to melt back into its porcelain skull.

Player 3: NOPE! I roll to slam the door shut!

DM: The door slams shut without a problem and the screaming stops abruptly.

Player 1: Guys… we still need that key…

After some argueing about whether or not getting the key and potentially unlocking the other door was “worth all this horror movie bullshit”, Player 1 again steps up.

Player 1: Okay, I open the door again and get a 14 perception.

DM: The first thing you notice is an eerie silence followed by the distinct smell of sulfur and burning hair, and lastly you see the remains of the doll. Her body is charred black, her hair has burned away along with the clothes she was wearing, and the sockets which once held blue eyes are empty, yet somehow you still feel as if you are being watched. She sits upon the desk, holding the iron key in her lap.

Player 1: FUCK IT, I’M GONNA SPRINT IN THERE, SNATCH THE KEY AND GET THE FUCK OUT AS FAST AS I CAN!

DM: Roll me an athletics check.

Player 1: 19?

DM: You do so easily, slamming the door behind you. Congratulations, you got the key.

Queue having to take a 10 minute break as the DM laughed about their reactions and everyone shared their mutual terror of babydolls, agreeing that after this all was over they were going to burn the whole house down.

Just Following Orders, Sir - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,985

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Shower Sex, Teasing, Death of bad guys, Sir, Squirting, Voyeurism, Boob Job

Notes: I know this is long overdue, but the word count makes up for it right? I got delayed because of Howler Con (I lost 3 says yo). I hope you guys like this. I liked this idea a lot actually.

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Okay but for real

can we talk about the amazing body positivity and diversity WWE is literally FULL of

i mean we have little tiny gals who are built AF

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and we have tall, curvy ladies who will mess you up and look amazing doing it

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and we have ladies with adorable kid-friendly aesthetics who are there to have a good time

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and then there’s the hardcore punk gals who are NOT messing around

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we have your conventionally pretty ladies

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and your impressive AF ladies 

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and even adorable-as-hell ladies you will never see coming

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and you will never ONCE hear an announcer (male OR female) say a word about these women’s bodies or appearance or rude euphemisms or anything even remotely of that nature

no–instead, the announcers can’t say enough about how amazingly talented these wonderful women are, their impressive athleticism, their heart, their fire, their drive. not what they find attractive about these gals or how much they like watching them or any number of other less complimentary things

they talk about the things that make these women athletes. what makes them the best of the best. what makes them FIGHTERS.

like i don’t even care what you think about WWE or if you think it’s silly or fake (which, duh, it is) or whatever else

if you don’t think this is refreshing as hell then i’m sorry but you’re wrong

My second week on the crew team, our coach pulled the women’s team around after practice. Since we’d made it this far, he figured we’d stick the season out and it was time to lay down some ground rules, especially since most of our team are true novices. I’ve found his rules to be valuable, so I thought I’d share them.

1) Eat. You are now an athlete. You will need the calories, especially as you build more muscle mass. Chances are you will need to eat more. You can carry granola bars with you, eat 4 medium meals a day, drink protein shakes, do what works for you. Cutting calories while doing two workouts a day is not safe. If you’re a vegetarian or have a dietary restriction, ask questions and plan what you eat so you don’t end up nutrient deficient. 

2) You are not to step on a scale. Your body is going to change as you adapt to the sport. Muscle weights more than fat. Your weight doesn’t matter. What matters is that, because you are doing the work, you are getting stronger. (Our team doesn’t separate by weight class).

3) If anyone gives you shit about how you look or eat, crush them. You’re going to have the muscle to do it in no time. You’re all god damn Wonder Women and don’t you forget it.

He then walked over to the huddle of novice men and gave them the same lecture. They are also god damn Wonder Women.

off limits | 03 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: slight angst, smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin
words: 10,930
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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Transgender people who are pre-transition or early on in their transition:

One day every footstep won’t feel so heavy. Living won’t be so hard. In fact, it’ll be amazing. Maybe you’ll get kids or a dog or both. Maybe you’ll go on a huge adventure. Maybe you’ll become a world famous musician, actor, athlete or whatever else you may aspire to be. One day you will be in control of your own life. Waking up in the morning will feel good. Your body and you will be so much more like it and you are supposed to be. How you want to be. This right now isn’t permanent. Things WILL change. Things WILL get better. You HAVE TO hold on!

don’t compare yourself to professional athletes. i found myself recently obsessed with “why don’t i look like that” or “why can’t i run that far or lift that much”. and then i realized. i’m just a normal girl who does her best to eat healthy and exercise while also studying, socializing, and participating in a million other things and still get 8 hours of sleep. professional athletes make their livelihoods by fitness. they literally get paid to run, perform, etc. 

while you’re sitting in class or studying or at your job, these athletes are exercising and getting professional advice about nutrition, work outs, etc. so no, you shouldn’t feel like you have to look like a professional athlete because you’re not one. you’re you.

anonymous asked:

Ok so I just read some of your posts about martial arts, and if I understood it right, is that greater muscle mass doesn't actually make you stronger, it just makes it easier/faster to build up strength. Thinking of the upper body, if you have two individuals where one has more mm than the other (or a man/woman), on the assumption that both have equal capacity and training, the person with greater mm wouldn't directly be *stronger* because of the mm, but has just progressed faster? Is that it?

So, here’s the thing. Martial arts do not rely on strength, some techniques such as joint locks and throws require no strength at all. Muscle helps, but it is not comparable to understanding of technique. You’re not actually going to be build up a lot of muscle mass when practicing martial arts techniques by themselves. You will when doing endurance training and strength training separately, but that’s about it. Then, in the more advanced section, we get into the admission that its not about how hard you hit but rather where (and how deeply the force penetrates the body).

You don’t need to be physically “strong” to break bricks, for example. Rather, it’s a question of your ability to visualize past an object so the force carries through.

Most of martial arts is about manipulation of body mechanics to generate force. Muscles help, but not as much as most people think and certainly not in the way they think. The average athlete will have more muscle mass and muscular definition than the average martial artist. For fighting, endurance trumps flat physical strength. Too much of a certain type of muscle, such as that seen on a body builder, becomes detrimental. After all, muscle weighs more than fat. If you’re totally ripped, it becomes more difficult to move quickly which is detrimental and the amount of weight you’re carrying around reduces the length of time you can fight.

More than that, different humans develop visible definition in their musculature at different rates. In some cases, it requires a very specific, pointed regimen to get the look you see off of body builders and actors. Women have a very difficult time achieving visible definition, especially in their upper body. So, being able to see muscle doesn’t necessarily mean it isn’t there.

So, you’re still thinking about it wrong. Muscle mass (as in the size of your muscles) isn’t what’s important. There are essentially two different kinds of muscles that one can develop.

1) the ones gained by stretching/elongating the muscle over a period of time, which is what you get from most sports like running and general aerobic exercise.

2) the ones gained by tearing the muscles so they build up over time, this is what you get from body-building, weight lifting, pushups, and other similar exercises.

For a combatant, the first one is actually more important because it emphasizes building of endurance. Your muscles remain lean, you build up wind, though you won’t gain much in the way of definition. The second one is also important but in moderation as too much muscle mass will actually impede movement and slow you down. One is endurance, the other is strength. Endurance is far more necessary, because that’s what allows you to fight for a prolonged period of time without growing tired.

The problem is the vast majority of the population is only aware of the second and most obvious type of muscle. They place all the emphasis on it. Ironically, of course, this shouldn’t be news to fans of Dragonball Z. Where the problem of over emphasizing training on building up muscle mass gets addressed during the Cell Saga. (Kudos for anyone who remembers which Super Saiyan got their butt whipped.) In this case, a bodybuilder would be at a greater disadvantage in a fight as opposed to a runner.

The second thing to understand about women is that they have what’s called a subcutaneous layer of fat underneath the surface of the skin. For some women, it is very difficult to build up any sort of visible definition and sometimes even requires a specific type workout regimen to achieve it. This doesn’t mean these women don’t have muscle, it’s just not visible and that makes it hard to accurately judge how much. Women also develop muscle differently from men, having an easier time building up their legs and their core than the upper body. However, those are just as essential to combat as your upper body. Your core is your primary means of maintaining balance, and acts as the body’s centerpoint. If you’ve got a weak center, it doesn’t matter how strong your arms are.

The third thing to understand is about rippling muscles. The more visible the muscle, the easier it is to find the pressure points. Most pressure points on the body exist in the places where separate muscles meet, so the more definition someone has then the easier they are to find.

If you assume both have equal capacity and training, then it doesn’t matter how much muscle mass is visible or who has more.

The issue you keep running into is in thinking that muscle = strength, which it doesn’t. The second is the assumption that physical strength is what matters, which again it doesn’t.

Technical proficiency matters. Endurance matters. Wind, as in how much oxygen you can get into your body, matters. Balance matters, your core muscles as in the abdominal muscles are the most important muscles to develop. The rest of it? Less so.

 Physical strength can enhance, but only to a certain, limited degree. In martial arts, force is generated through the motion. Being able to deadlift 200 pounds doesn’t mean you can hit with anywhere near 200 pounds of force when your arm is moving. The amount of weight you lift doesn’t translate to force. Instead, we look to how force is generated through the movement of the body. To generate the maximum amount of force in a punch, you need to throw your whole body behind it.

This means your hand, your wrist, your arm, your shoulder are working in concert with your hips and your legs and your feet. However, there is a limit to how much force can be generated. A kick creates more momentum and is more powerful than a punch. Techniques where you spin, such as the spinning backfist or the wheelkick, are more powerful than the average martial arts technique. The more momentum you generate, the harder you hit. The same goes for jump kicks. The more momentum there is, the more force created. When you’re talking a judo or aikido throw, the point is to let the opponent’s body do the work for you. You get them into the air and their body in motion provides the force when they hit the ground. You don’t need to be strong, you just need to get them moving.

Martial arts techniques both offensive and defensive revolve around the concept of creating, negating, and redirecting momentum. This includes both yours and your opponent’s.

Here is a simple example:

Someone charges at you. You’ve got three options. You can stand there and take it. You can attempt to negate the charge by grabbing hold of them as they come and springing your feet backwards so you both likely end up on the ground. Or, you can get out of the way. (Maybe, you risk sticking your foot out to trip them.)

These are the basic concepts of martial arts defense.

It doesn’t really matter if it’s a big person charging you or a small one. It will matter a lot more if they are a linebacker, a wrestler, or someone who understands how to slam their shoulder into their opponent’s core to knock them over.

I get that this concept runs directly counter to the way combat is presented in media, and that’s why it ends up harder to comprehend. Just as many people end up discouraged when they start exercising to lose weight and end up gaining instead, because they were never taught that muscle weighs more than fat. That muscle will eat your fat, and help them achieve the body they want. All they know is weight itself as an aggregate is bad, if they are gaining then exercise must not be working, and they end up quitting because of it.

If you think about combat primarily in terms of strength then you will miss all the other fundamental pieces that are ultimately more important. When martial artists talk about “strength”, they’re usually referring to the generation of momentum rather or the technique’s effectiveness rather than how much you can lift or some other definition of physical strength.

Otherwise, the word you’re looking for fortitude.

-Michi

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Dear High School Lauren,

I have so many things I want to tell you, but I’m going to start with the most urgent. Because of all the ways I’ve seen athletic stories unfold over the years, this is the No. 1 destroyer of dreams.

You’re a young woman, but the sound of the word “woman” makes you cringe. Well-meaning coaches and parents and aunties and grannies and inappropriate uncles comment on the changing bodies of girls–not yours yet but those around you. It’s coming. You know it’s coming.

You notice what happens sometimes to female athletes. She hits puberty; her times get slower or plateau. She is confused; she is working harder than ever. Clueless adults who are overly invested in her “performance” will grieve, as if her worth is based solely on PRs. This makes you scared of growing up.

Seeing girls go through this is confusing because there is a story once told to you about running: “You get out what you put in.” You’ve heard there is a direct line between effort and improvement, between wanting it more and winning. This is a “truth” written by men, based on the experience of boys and men. Your male teammates are bathing in testosterone, a dramatic performance enhancer. You will not. You are about to bathe in different hormones, hormones that, more often than not, temporarily interrupt that promised straight line of improvement. What you need are knowledgeable coaches and parents who know how to support you during this time, to let you know it is normal, to celebrate you through development, who can zoom out on the big picture, because it is at this time that many girls give up.

You’ll see girls react to a changing body in three ways: give up, ride it out, or fight against it. With 100 percent confidence, I can tell you the best choice is to ride it out. The best is yet to come.


You will go on to race at a NCAA Division I university and watch several girls do whatever it takes to fight their changing bodies. But before you choose a school, you will go on visits. You will have meals with the teams and notice they do things differently. There is the school that has “salad with dressing on the side,” the school where everyone orders “no gluten and no dairy,” the school where the girls bring their own food from home to the restaurant… Go to the school where people order a variety of things: the burger, the chicken sandwich, the salad. Go to the school where you can order french fries and do it without shame.

Go to the school where the majority of girls look athletic and healthy, with hydrated muscles, and get their periods. Listen to how they talk about themselves–and one another. Listen to what they value.

Do they value effort or performance? What do they worry about openly? Fixations on their appearance? Or do they lift one another up to be good teammates and performers? Do they value themselves and one another by time and place and weight? Or by the whole package of who they are as people?

How do they treat the teammates who are struggling physically or mentally or psychologically? Do they isolate them? Talk behind their backs? Do they have empathy and compassion? Do they call one another up?

Like it or not Lauren, you are a woman. A strong one. Your body is at some point going to become what it is meant to be, based on a long line of strong women who have survived generations in a tough world. For most of the time, and in most cultures, what is happening to your body would be celebrated with ceremony. Women are powerful beyond your imagination. You cannot reach your power by making yourself small. And yet in competitive running, you will find yourself in a world in which you feel pressure to do just that.

Let me speak to the competitive dream chaser in you now.

You can be fast and a developed woman. In fact, you can only reach your ultimate potential if you let your body go through its changes. If you get to the dips and valleys and fight your body, starve your body, attempt to outsmart it, you will suffer. You will lose your period. You will get faster at first. And then you will get injured. And injured. And injured.
Depending on the methods you used to fight your body, you may end up destroying your relationship with food and sport for years to come. You won’t go this far, but you’ll see so many of your friends and teammates do this. In your age group, the mortality rate from anorexia is 12 times higher than any other cause of death. You will see some come close.

You will see this so much, fed by reckless coaches, fed by unhealthy team culture, fed by the desire for short-term success, that it will break your heart. It will break your heart so much that it will be difficult for you to watch many of the top high school and college races after you graduate. So many young athletes will reach out to you for help. You will learn how destructive and reckless so many coaches are, and you will want to find a way to change things.


I need you to know, I PROMISE you, that the ultimate star you are chasing is further ahead than any shiny thing you see now. The way you get there is to protect your health and protect your love of the sport above all, even as you reach for the shiny goals right in front of you. You simply do not know and cannot predict your personal path, but you’ll get there. It will look different and brighter and richer and more multi-faceted the closer you get.

I need you to know, you have always been more than a runner, more than your times, more than your state championships, more than your school records. But you will get confused. You will forget. Luckily you will have teammates and family and friends who remind you. You will go on to do almost every single thing you could have dreamed of, not in the way you imagined, not on the timeline you imagined.

And when you retire from being a pro runner after 12 years, you will be surprised at what ends up being most valuable to you. Your medals will be in a box somewhere, and you’ll never look at them. Your proudest accomplishment will be a race in which you finished last because in that race you were tested more than ever and you were brave.

Finishing seventh in the entire world in the 5K and having a bronze medal in cross country brings you a smile, the same smile as winning league with your team as a freshman in high school, the same smile as breaking 5:00 in the mile for the first time. The real life-changers, the memories that make the peach fuzz on your cheeks and the hairs on your forearms stand up, those will be braiding your teammates hair in the 15-passenger van on the way to a race; a random tempo run along a sidewalk past a gas station where you felt like you were flying while home on Christmas break; descending a forest trail at camp behind your best friend with your arms outstretched in flight; running at night with someone you are falling in love with; pushing your baby in a running stroller for the first time; passing under a canopy of trees temporarily blocking the rain on a cross country course you can’t remember the name of, the sound of your feet squelching in the mud while chasing your rival.

Protect the opportunity to make memories like those for a lifetime. You’re going to be OK being all of yourself. Make sure your teammates know it too.

Love,

Lauren

—  Lauren Fleshman
Yuri on Ice interview translation - Febri 2017/03 (p29-33)

Finally the interview from Febri is finished! I like Kubo’s interviews but I swear I don’t want to see any more for some time… This one is also mentioning a lot of stuff that I haven’t read in other interviews so far. It’s a bit long but definitely worth reading!

Translation is under the cut. I might fix the format a little later on to make it visually better, now I have to leave to go to Wonder Festival… (who needs sleep?).
If you have any questions about the interview feel free to message me.

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kang daniel | prince au! part 1

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member: kang daniel
genre: fluffy
summary: prince au! you end up being one of the castle maids as a punishment from your mother, what happens when you end up walking into the crown prince kang daniel’s room and see him shirtless eating gummy bears?
requested: yes! i’ll also be making a part 2 if people request it!
part 1 | part 2


  • you were one of the duchesses in the kingdom and you were quite well known
  • but you hated your fame, your status, all you wanted was to be normal
  • the first school you went to people treated you so differently, always using for your money and status, guys were always trying to arrange marriage contracts
  • AND YOU WERE IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL 
  • by the time you went to middle school, you were so sick of it so you asked your parents if you could go into disguise and they agreed
  • middle school was normal, you were a bit of a loner but you didn’t mind because at least you weren’t harassed all the time
  • by high school you glowed up A LOT, you were gorgeous, you ended up being student body president, in like 3 sports clubs, straight A student, and popular
  • but this isn’t because you wanted to but your mother and father’s expectations of you really hit hard and you felt immense pressure daily
  • though you decided to stay in your disguise because you really couldn’t handle people knowing you were a duchess
  • even though your school was known to have royalty and famous people there like dukes, duchesses, politicians, pop stars, actors, athletes went there
  • even the crown prince kang daniel and his half brother ong seongwoo went to your school
  • you only had one best friend and she found out you were a duchess and didn’t judge at all and treated you just the same
  • which is why you loved her so much 
  • one day you came home and your parents basically told you 
  • “sweetheart don’t get mad but we’ve arranged a marriage with prince ong seongwoo” 
  • you went fucking ballistic and even that was an understatement
  • reasons being:
  • 1. your best friend was dating seongwoo
  • 2. he was not your type whatsoever
  • 3. you secretly had a crush on his half brother daniel
  • but everyone had a “crush” on daniel
  • he was the crown prince who was still kind, humble, funny
  • and not to mention hella handsome
  • you just accidentally ended up liking him when you split coffee all over his white button up probably like $3000 shirt 
  • which ended up in his fangirls glaring and you profusely apologising and offering money for dry cleaning 
  • but he just gave you the most adorable bunny smile and chucked and waved you off 
  • “no it’s completely fine, don’t worry mistakes can happen” he said sweetly making your heart flutter
  • if we were talking real talk he would of just stripped that shirt right then and there
  • you just thanked him with a slight blush on your cheeks and basically sprinted away from the humiliating situation 
  • you thought about how nice he was even though he was the prince and could of made you pay thousands of dollars
  • you also couldn’t get that gorgeous adorable smile out of your mind
  • you return back to your thoughts of marrying seongwoo and you’re automatically pissed off 
  • since you were young you knew you were going to get sold off like an animal to the highest bidder well the person with the most wealth, power and fame
  • but you thought that’d be after you graduated high school and had a bit of fun in your life 
  • but nope
  • your parents also told you were to stop wearing your disguise and your engagement to seongwoo will be announced at the summer solstice ball in a few months
  • after you heard that you basically refused talking to them and interacting with them 
  • you finally ended up talking with them after holding a grudge for like a month
  • you and seongwoo met up the next day, you ready to slap him and you screamed
  • “YAH SEONGWOO HOW THE HELL DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!!”
  • “YO Y/N CALM YOUR FARM IT WAS NOT MY CHOICE! I love y/b/f/n you know that! You were just the most eligible girl for me because of your perfect school record, money, power, and you were also a duchess”
  • “fuck, you know about me being a duchess, and it ain’t my fault my parents are constantly pressuring me to be perfect in every single way possible.”
  • “yeah i get it and of course i knew about you being a duchess, it’s me. now let’s make a deal, we both try our god damn hardest to get out of this engagement and in the mean time I’ll keep dating y/b/f/n and you just stay depressingly single as always.” 
  • “seongwoo shut the fuck up i’m perfectly happy being single and fine deal, only for y/b/f/n not you. but our parents can’t find out you and y/b/f/n are dating or they’ll kill both of us. Oh and by the way I’ll be going to school without my disguise so if people find out we’re engaged you’re the one that needs to deal with them.”
  • you ended with a harrumph and sassily turned your back on him before he could protest
  • you both told your best friend and she was upset at first but understood then was super grateful that she could still continue dating seongwoo with you supporting it
  • you were just happy they were happy but they made you want to have a relationship and puke all at the same time
  • people end up being so shocked when you turned up the next day without your disguise on and asked so many questions, that the principal literally had to announce it to the whole school
  • that you were a duchess and you were under a disguise the whole time
  • after that people constantly tried to talk/flirt to you and you were so sick of it but you still tried to continue your normal everyday life
  • the most embarrassing encounter for you about revealing your identity was when you bumped into daniel and he said curiously “oh you’re not wearing your disguise anymore”
  • you were so surprised he knew as well “oh you knew, i mean your hi-highness” you stuttered out nervously
  • cursing yourself at how you were feeling
  • “don’t call me your highness it’s too formal, call me daniel” he said sweetly
  • “hello daniel, i’m y/n” you said shyly 
  • “i’ll pretend i don’t already know your name” he said teasingly with a wink and then continued
  • “of course i knew about the disguise as the crown prince i’m supposed to know about my subjects you know” he said jokingly 
  • he then whispered in your ear making you blush so hard
  • “seongwoo actually told me, but you look prettier without your disguise, but then again you always look nice”
  • he then blushed, but also cheered internally cause that was smooth, but had no idea why he even said that and then he didn’t even know what to say next so he basically ran away
  • mhmm smooth daniel smooth
  • you giggle at him running away thinking how adorable he is
  • also being super confused at why he complimented you because he wasn’t known to be a huge flirt or a womaniser
  • when he found out you and seongwoo were engaged he felt super disappointed but he had no idea why
  • he couldn’t sleep all night and just thought of you and seongwoo getting married and frowning furiously at the thought
  • you on the other hand were snoring yourself to sleep lol me tho
  • anyways your parents eventually found out that seongwoo was dating your best friend and that you knew about it and supported it
  • then they went full rage on you going on and on about you were bringing shame and disgrace to your family
  • you felt horrible after that 
  • they wanted to punish you so they made you one of the castle’s maids for 1 month
  • you were furious because you had school, assignments, sports clubs, being student body president and on top of that 
  • YOU HAD TO BE A MAID??!!!
  • they basically wanted you to collapse of exhaustion
  • but you knew you angered them enough and they wouldn’t budge on this matter so you just agreed
  • the next day after school you went to the castle
  • the head butler looked surprised when you said you were the new maid knowing you were a duchess
  • you explained it was a punishment and he just nodded
  • luckily he took pity on you and said you didn’t have to wear the maid uniform but you could wear comfy clothing
  • you were so happy and changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose black t shirt
  • he told you to clean the crown prince’s room because it always dirty and the prince wasn’t at home so you can go right in and start cleaning
  • you sigh as you pick up the cleaning supplies heading to daniel’s room cursing your parents for doing this to you
  • and to seongwoo for not being more careful
  • you enter the room and as you walk in and you spot 
  • daniel. with a towel around his neck. wet messy hair. eating gummy bears
  • and guess what
  • he’s shirtless
  • he looks at you in shock
  • and you both stare at each other with wide eyes for a few seconds
  • 1…2…3….SLAM! 
  • you literally drop the cleaning materials and slam the door shut
  • and just lean against the door trying to process everything 
  • YOU JUST SAW KANG DANIEL THE CROWN PRINCE SHIRTLESS EATING GUMMY BEARS
  • you couldn’t calm your racing heart, or not feel all hot, sweaty and bothered
  • and couldn’t get the image out of your mind like how could you not he had a perfect 6 pack and his adorable sleepy expression made you into a puddle of goo
  • but you also suddenly really craved gummy bears
  • and on the other side of the door daniel is in shock, still staring at the door processing everything
  • also feeling really bad for giving you such a fright
  • and thinking how cute you looked in sweatpants and a t-shirt 
  • only seeing you in your prim, proper uniform at school
  • he looks at the cleaning supplies and realise it was a punishment for what happened with seongwoo
  • seongwoo and the king and queen had a huge fight over the whole incident, daniel having to try to calm seongwoo down and not to punch the shit out of their dad
  • he shook the bad memory from his head and felt really bad you had to be a maid especially since he knew how busy you were
  • he made a promise to himself if you ever clean his room again he’ll help you to clean it or just let you rest
  • he put a t-shirt on and chuckled remembering your wide eyed expression and how you just slammed the door 
  • he wanted to let you know that you could come in now
  • but he didn’t know that you were still leaning against the door
  • then daniel suddenly opened it
  • causing you fall backwards right into his chest with your arms flailing around
  • he catches you and gets a whiff of your vanilla scented hair and he literally falls in love with the smell
  • he steadies you and you face him
  • your face is bright red because of how embarrassed you are and the fact you’re so close to him
  • and also super amazed at how solid his chest was perv
  • “t-thank you, i’m like like uhh really sorry for like all of the mess and inconvenience and ugh you get what i mean” you ended just being fed up with yourself for being such a mess
  • he chuckles making you smile 
  • “it’s completely fine but are you okay? are you hurt?” he said concerned
  • “no i’m okay really i’m fine, i’m sorry for not knocking the head butler said you weren’t home, i can like go if you want? but like i also need to clean your room” you said super rushed peering around the room 
  • your mouth was dropping lower and lower, looking at what a pig sty it was
  • “since it’s a pig sty” you accidentally slip out and you put your hand to your mouth and your eyes widened
  • then daniel fully burst out laughing and you couldn’t help but giggle, his laugh was contagious
  • “it’s true it really is a pig sty, please clean it, also i’m so sorry you had to get pulled into this seongwoo mess” he said apologetically
  • “it’s nothing to feel sorry about, i just wish seongwoo was more careful but i know he didn’t mean it” you say nonchalantly 
  • you end up talking the whole time and cleaning 
  • both of you enjoyed each other company so much 
  • talking, laughing, joking around and becoming closer
  • and of course you tried to calm your racing heart the whole entire time
  • and daniel couldn’t find the reason why he was so smiling so much
  • CAUSE YOU LIKE HER
  • daniel even ended up cleaning with you feeling super bad about the whole situation
  • which you protested at first
  • but he countered
  • “come on we both have 2 papers due in a week and an exam as well, do you really want to spend all your time cleaning?”
  • you just groaned and nodded
  • you guys actually had a lot of fun cleaning
  • you two made cute little dances and songs and you put on girl group songs and have cute cover dance sessions
  • with him dancing adorably to twice’s signal
  • daniel would let you go on his shoulders so you could reach higher places
  • which ended up with you begging for piggy backs he’d agree but you would have to do aegyo for him
  • “daniel nae maeum sogae jeojang!”
  • “ew that was disgusting but whatever hop on” he’d say ignoring the thought screaming in his head how cute you were
  • you also ended up jumping on his huge king sized bed and doing all sorts of failing jumps and flips
  • which ended up with you guys in a pile of laughter
  • when you finally ended up finishing cleaning the room 3 hours already passed and you were late for dinner
  • “oh shit sorry daniel, i got to go i have dinner with my parents in like 20 minutes” you say trying to pack up the cleaning supplies in a hurry
  • “oh okay i actually had a lot of fun y/n, so come and clean my room a lot!” he said cutely like a little puppy
  • ”hmmmm only if you buy me food” you said suggestively
  • “gosh what is it with you and food fine deal just come soon okay?” he says with a smile and his eyes literally light up as you smile brightly back and nod
  • anyways this became a routine
  • daniel would always make his room messy and the head butler knew to send you to clean his room
  • you’d both clean, eat, do homework and just enjoy each others company
  • he also ended up getting a lot of vanilla scented candles because he was literally addicted to your scent 
  • you never realised tho till seongwoo told you like wayyy in the future
  • but he still didn’t realise he was madly in love with you ffs daniel
  • you even end up seeing seongwoo on a few occasions who just teases you two before you threaten to beat him up
  • but during the time you were spending with daniel you ended up falling for him hard
  • like you thought of him day and night
  • every time he’d smile at you at school you’d feel all happy and giddy 
  • when you were together you always had the best time and he made you feel so comfortable 
  • daniel definitely had feelings for you but was also super oblivious to them
  • like he’d just break out into a huge grin if he ever saw you smile
  • all he wanted to do was spend time with you
  • and if any guy even touched you he felt like bashing them up
  • but he had no idea what he was feeling because he literally has never liked anyone this much before 
  • but he finally realised his feelings one night 
  • it was a friday night and you guys end up watching a movie with seongwoo
  • you were so tired because of your busy schedule you fell asleep in the middle of the movie
  • daniel looked at you peacefully sleeping and wrapped a blanket around you so you wouldn’t get cold
  • literally the rest of the movie he just couldn’t stop staring at how peaceful and beautiful you looked while sleeping
  • then just as the movie ended he had this sudden urge to kiss you 
  • which is when the realisation hit him 
  • he was falling for you
  • hard
  • well he already fell for you 
  • he was just falling deeper and deeper
  • he didn’t think there really was a limit of how much he could love you 
  • he literally freaked out and seongwoo was like the fuck
  • and he explained then seongwoo burst out laughing and said 
  • “you just realised you liked her HOW BLIND ARE YOU” 
  • “ugh i don’t even know don’t judge me i just didn’t process it WHATEVER”
  • “but like daniel IF YOU PROPOSE TO HER at the summer solstice ball THAT MEANS you can date her and I CAN DATE y/bf/b!!!”
  • “SHE’LL REJECT ME DUDE!!”
    “are you crazy? she’s literally madly in love with you, everyone can see it except you two”
  • “wait actually?? but like i won’t propose to her but i’ll ask her to be my girlfriend ITS BETTER THAN SOMETHING AS SERIOUS AS PROPOSING”
  • “but dude you need to propose, our parents literally said we have the summer solstice ball to find our brides”
  • “I CAN’T THINK ABOUT THAT seongwoo we are literally way too young for this”
  • “yeah i know, but just think about it okay?? but actually sleep for once”
  • “i will don’t worry yourself too much either sleep tight”
  • awww bromance ongnielisscience for life ppl
  • daniel looked at you still peacefully sleeping and before he could help himself
  • he planted a small light kiss on your forehead and whispered into your ear
  • “sweet dreams y/n, i hope you dream of me”
  • he then literally carried you all the way to his bedroom 
  • which is two flights of stairs
  • he was panting as he put you down on his bed
  • the then tucked you in and made sure you were warm and comfy
  • he literally stared lovingly at you in this whole process
  • and then he contemplated whether to sleep in his bed or not
  • and he decided he would but just at the very edge so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable when you woke up 
  • and that night he did sleep well dreaming of how it would be like being married to you 
  • you woke up
  • feeling super duper warm and comfy
  • you felt a muscular arm wrapped you
  • and your head on a warm solid shoulder
  • and someone’s chin on your head
  • and a super solid chest supporting your head/body
  • you have internal freak out
  • YOU ARE CUDDLING WITH DANIEL IN HIS BED 
  • you look up to see his face his eyes closed and him lightly snoring
  • he looked so gorgeous you couldn’t help but appreciate all his facial features 
  • his messy brown hair which was sticking up everywhere and his peach pink lips 
  • you couldn’t help but give a small kiss on his nose
  • you just really couldn’t help yourself
  • you loved the feeling of cuddling him, you felt warm and safe and it was literally just like your small little heaven there in his arms 
  • and you can’t help but enjoy it a lot
  • so for that blissful moment you just wanted to pretend he was yours and he wasn’t the guy thousands of girls dreamed they were with
  • and that he actually liked you 
  • you snuggled back into his chest 
  • and before you know it
  • you drifted off to sleep again

the next chapter will be all about the ball and the proposing stuff THERE WILL ONLY BE 2 CHAPTER this is the first chapter also IM SORRY THIS WAS SOOO LONG and I took like 2-3 days to post this SO IM REALLY SORRY. THIS WAS SO MUCH FLUFF THO I CANT i hope y'all enjoyed please tell me if you want chapter 2 or not thank you for reading!!!

Before We Were Us

Summary: The story of how you and Zach first met and became a couple

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning: Fluff

A/N: I got the inspiration from @zacchdempsey ‘s Being Justin’s best friend and dating Zach would include…

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The inevitable end of summer was fast approaching with the start of a new school year. But you weren’t going to let that disappointment stop you from making a statement marking your change from your usual quiet, non-athletic nature to a spontaneous, workout fanatic. You spent your summer working at the local YMCA and taking full advantage of the workout facility. Your body had completely changed. Muscles were more defined and waist clenched with perfect sculpted abs. Whenever, you walked past the mirror you became more and more impressed with your new physique and started to love your body more.

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Dating Reggie Mantle would include ...

Originally posted by fakesonia

Identity theft. You have a thing for wearing Reggie’s clothes and he had a thing in seeing you in them. You are pretty sure it was basically identity theft at some point. Something inside him just swells up in pride when he sees you drowning in his clothes because it was some sort of mark or evidence that you were his and he was yours. Veronica may have joked once or twice that you really need to go shopping or else people will already start to mistake you for your boyfriend but you knew deep down that even if you had a closet full of designer clothes you would still chose to wear his beat down grey fluffy sweater every goddamn time.

               -Sweaters. Two words: (1) Sweater (2) paws. Reggie is weak when it comes to you wearing his sweaters that are three times bigger than you. You just look adorable in his big fluffy sweaters that you could wear it every day of the week and hear no complaints from him at all.

               -Wearing his iconic letterman jacket. Let’s be honest here dating a jock would not be complete without you wearing his letterman jacket but when it comes to Reggie it’s more of a protection, to be honest. He usually lends you his jacket that he loves oh so much when you are watching his game from a place where he can’t always keep an eye on you and other boys that might be getting any ideas. The jacket is sort of a big red flag to them to let them know that yes, you are dating the team captain and yes he will beat the shit out of them if they even breath in your direction. Or also when you wear something that was too revealing in his eyes. He would never really tell you directly because he knew how much you hate it when he tries to control you and what you wear so he decides to be sneaky and just let you borrow his jacket even though he feels naked without it because he knows you can never say no to wearing his jacket that was just swimming in his scent.

               -Stealing his snapbacks. If not his jacket, you would always steal his snapback every time you come over because  that boy had a lot of them and it would always give you an excuse to come over and ‘give it back’.

PDA. You weren’t big on PDA but Reggie would find just about any excuse to kiss you or hold you in any possible way. Ever since you had been dating you sat on his lap more times than on a chair that you actually start to feel uncomfortable if you are just sitting next to him, too accustomed in sitting on his lap, with his arms around your waist while feeling the occasional kisses on your neck. You could just be talking or reading a book and Reggie would already be poking his head near your field of vision to ask for a kiss that he always manage to deepen no matter where you are. (Let’s just say the varsity team’s locker room was not the best place for a make out session god bless Archie’s poor soul).

               -Forehead kisses. Like most people you were smaller than Reggie’s six footer frame and he just loves it (and teasing you about it). It was always the perfect position for him to lean down and give your forehead a peck every now and then that never fails to make you blush.

               -Hugs. Reggie is a teddy bear, he will never admit it but he is. When you’re tired of the world or just don’t want to interact with other people (since Reggie always manage to bring a crowd around him being Mr. Popular and all) you would just turn your back on the world and just hug him. He would jokingly wrap his jacket around you and zip it up, successfully hiding your upper body from anyone’s view which makes you whine in protest but he knows you secretly loved it because you just feel so safe in his arms. Any jokes thrown Reggie’s way were ignored at sight.

Protection 24/7. Reggie is anxious when it comes to you because he knows how your mind works and how easily you get distracted so when you’re apart or far from each other he always had to make sure that you are in his field of vision or with someone he trusts to eradicate any and every harm that may come in your way.

Supporting him in his games. You don’t miss any of Reggie’s games because you know how much it means to him to have you there. You had the same spot in front that Reggie always manages to reserve because that was where he could easily see you and give him the adrenaline  to actually get through with the games. And from there he can also hear your cheers and screams every time he does something amazing or even just him doing anything at all. (“HOLY SHIT THAT’S MY BABY!” “Shut the fuck up, (Y/N).” “LOOK KEV DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT’S THE MVP RIGHT THERE! “ ”… he literally just ran past you.”)

Jealousy. You were both the jealous type, you were just better at hiding it through glares and sitting at his lap and pouting at him until he kisses you in front of the said threat (you weren’t fooling anybody though). Reggie however would simply just stand behind you or grab you by the waist and glare at the threat or even kiss you in the middle of a conversation just to prove his point and teach the other person to learn his damn place because Reggie did not spend the whole sophomore year chasing after you just to have some loser try to steal you goddamnit (it was just a freshman asking for directions).

Mind-blowing Sex.

               -Making out everywhere. And you meant that literally. (“I don’t wanna sit anywhere where you and Mantle had some action, (Y/N).” “Feel free to go out, V.”)

               -Rough Sex. You and Reggie are big on making love but would you be lying if you say you don’t LIVE FOR THE ROUGH SEX. It usually happens when something pissed Reggie off or when one of you gets jealous (which is most of the time) but Reggie would always have you just where he want you to be every time: gripping the sheets and screaming his name.

               -Marks everywhere. You name it: hickeys, scratches, or bruises and you both have it. Reggie have no shame whatsoever in removing his shirt just to expose the long deep marks all over his back or purposely wearing v-necks for people to see the cute little hickeys you have showered all over his neck. You however would do everything in your power to hide the HUGE hickey on one side of your neck (and more all over your body especially around your chest) where Reggie discovered was your soft spot and trying not to wince from the bruise that formed on each side of your hips, forming into a familiar pair of hands, every time someone accidentally touches or brushes over it. Reggie would just be a smirking mess all day. (“Damn Reg, did you get mauled or something?” “Uh-huh, my baby’s amazing, wanna see?” “REGGIE!” )

               -Overstimulation. Your boyfriend was an athlete which means his stamina was out of this world and there would be nothing wrong with it if he just didn’t expect you, YOU OF ALL PEOPLE, to have the same inhuman abilities as him. He could go for hours, making sure to make you cum at least twice every time you two have sex (even if you were in a hurry because you’re in the JANITOR’S CLOSET JESUS FUCK REGGIE). You would be begging him to stop but he knows you and your limitations so he can always estimate if you can or cannot give him another orgasm. It has become a game for Reggie, to see how much he can push you to the edge over and over again until you pass out from exhaustion.

               -Eating out. Reggie is obsessed in eating you out. You don’t know why but he would find any excuse to get in your pants and just eat you out and goddamn was he good at his job. Anytime, any day he would just give you that look and drag you in the nearest empty room as soon as possible (classroom, janitor’s closet, the kitchen, the living room while you were watching tv, anywhere) and just do his work with his mouth in your core, always putting two fingers in your mouth to keep you from screaming because God knows he gets in the mood in the most inappropriate places possible.

               -Aftercare. As much as Reggie loved fucking you he loved aftercare more. Before you, he never really cared much about aftercare but you are just so fucking pliant and soft after you have sex that he can’t help but want to take care of you and make sure you are in maximum comfort for you to have a good night’s rest, you probably earned it at that point.

Cuddling. As aforementioned, Reggie was a teddy bear. That’s why it was no question when you would just find yourself wrapped around each other as you lay in bed. You could either be on top of him, head comfortable on his chest and his arms on your waist or he could be burying his face deep in your chest (“you’re boobs are comfortable, babe”) as he snored away his problems and slept peacefully knowing he, too, was always safe in your arms.

Staring. Reggie doesn’t notice it but he was always staring at you. Archie could be talking to him about the new play for the game only to look up and realize Reggie probably hasn’t heard a damn thing because he was too busy staring at you from the bleachers, laughing with Veronica and wearing his jacket. (“Goodamnit Reggie, WAKE UP!! You’re girlfriend won’t run away if you stop looking at her.” “…” “You’re not even—y’know what. I give up.”). You however would just glance at him from time to time (*all the time bcos let’s be honest here you’re boyfriend is a snack) to check up on him before minding your own business for the next eight seconds.

Being afraid of your relationship.

               -For you, Reggie was a risk that much was true. You were the first girl he genuinely liked (loved) so all you heard about him were horrible rumours and stereotypes about how much of an asshole he can be. That was the reason why it took you so long to even consider to give him a chance and even when you were already in a relationship you were always just waiting for the day that he would suddenly get tired of you and replace you with some drop dead gorgeous, perfectly manicured, not a hair out of place River Vixen that could relate to him more than you could ever dream of.

               -For him, you were it. You were the one; he has found the one person who has accepted him for everything that he is. He found the one who he can never see a future without and that scares the shit out of him. He can’t believe he found something as perfect, fragile, and beautiful as you so early in his life when he is still a teenage hormonal mess. He was a teenager who found the love of his life in a hell called high school and he was going to need to fuck up a lot of times to become better. He, however, doesn’t want to fuck up when it comes to you but now he has no other choice because you were already there. He is so afraid of doing something so fucking stupid that he might actually lose you because losing you would just kill him. And the fact that someone already has a hold on him like that makes Reggie want to cower back into his shell.

Deciding to dive head first anyway.

               -Reggie proved you wrong every time, again and again that’s why you decided to stop being a wimp and just trust in him, after all he had done nothing to gain your disbelief. It was a leap of faith but if you do crash on the ground, bleeding and broken it would’ve been worth it anyway because if you had to choose someone to break your heart, it would be Reggie. (Reggie would never let that happen, anyway. Not on his watch)

               -You proved Reggie right every time again and again and that’s why Reggie decided to become a better man for himself so that he will be someone worthy of you. It would be a tough road to take and he will meet a lot of obstacles but you were someone who has made Reggie’s walls crash and crumble, the only one who has seen the real him and did not run away. You saw him for who he is: his mistakes, his imperfections, and his weaknesses and you still stayed (God only knows why). And if you could love a mess like that, then how bad can he be?

You didn’t realize it but the whole world did, you were endgame. Reggie was reckless, rough, and bold and you were careful, fragile, and calculated and that’s why you were just so fucking perfect for each other. You hold Reggie down to Earth while Reggie shows you the beauty in flying up in the sky. You take care of him and fix him up every time he goes crashing down and he makes sure that no harm would ever touch a single strand of your hair. He makes you feel protected but at the same time makes you feel strong and for Reggie who always had to have his guard and facade up you just show him the beauty in being soft and loved and open, slowly breaking down his mask to show him that you can love and accept the real him. You were each other’s happy ending and that’s why no one, not even the gods themselves, had the heart to break you two apart.


Guess who got fucking bored? Anyway i’m sorry if it is quite long for a headcannon I always forget to control myself lmao I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AND LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD WRITE A SMALL IMAGINE FOCUSING ON ANY OF THESE HEADCANNONS 

Ilvermorny Headcanon Train! *toot toot*
  • On 4th of July, despite the teachers’ many attempts to prevent it, there’s no stopping the fireworks. Students casting fireworks everywhere (and I do mean EVERYWHERE) as they zoom around on broomsticks, the more experienced students creating complex fireworks that look like creatures (dragons, phoenixes, etc.), and the houses competing to see who can make better fireworks (every year Thunderbird wins, because they have a reputation to uphold. How can they lose when their house mascot is a bird that literally creates thunder in the sky?).
  • Thunderbirds and Horned Serpents getting along really well. They both enjoy reading (Thunderbirds more for the imaginary adventure, Horned Serpents more for the mental stimulation), and with the Horned Serpent’s vast amount of knowledge they’re very handy to have around when the Thunderbird decides to go adventuring. Also, they love coming up with crazy theories intermingling the Horned Serpent’s known facts and the Thunderbird’s wild imagination. 
  • Since Wampus represents the body, they are huge activists on transgender rights and body positivity. Being comfortable with your body is very important to them. On that note, not all Wampuses are athletic, but they don’t let their lack of athleticism prevent them from being total badasses. You can’t ever use their weight against them, because their determination and confidence will prove you wrong. 
  • You think Thunderbirds and Wampuses have a rivalry? Ha, yeah right. The real rivalry is between Pukwudgie and Horned Serpent. Both houses are known for their excelling students, and thus they are often competing to see which is the smarter house. Science fairs are like battlefields, exam days are thick with tension, and lord help us if there’s any trivia games. They often have duels just to see who knows the most complex spells. 
  • Instead of owls Ilvermorny uses hawks and eagles, but let’s be honest here, they’re hardly used. Why send a hawk when you can literally just write a Email or something? Students at Ilvermorny are not above No-Maj technology. 
  • Pukwudgies will laugh in your face if you ever compare them to Hufflepuff. You do realize their house mascot is known for poisoning people with darts, right? And just because they represent heart doesn’t mean they’re nice and gentle. It just means they wear their hearts on their sleeves, and for some that means angry outbursts, mean tempers and heated arguments. And some believe tough love is a necessary part of healing.   
  • Don’t ever be racist or sexist around a Wampus, you’ll end up with a bloody nose. 
  • Cranberry pie is served EVERYDAY, much to everyone’s amusement.
  • Pukwudies get special treatment from the goblins themselves, though the goblins fiercely deny it.   
  • If you think Hogwart’s feasts are amazing, try visiting Ilvermony during Thanksgiving. Pukwudgies have their hands full with easing stomach aches as students eat way more than they should. 
  • Since Wampuses get hurt a lot they often turn to Pukwudgies for help, and thus there is often strong, loyal friendships between the two houses. Pukwugies often fuss over the Wampuses taking better care of themselves (because they act like their bodies are impenetrable) and the Wampuses will DESTROY anyone who messes with their nerds. They are like a support system for each other. More often than not you can not find one without the other.   
Not An Athlete (3/?) *Lance Tucker x Reader*

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Summary: You’re forced by your Athlete parents into taking a summer job, which becomes your full-time job as you balance university. Only the asshole you work for and help realises how much you do for him. He don’t like that, he don’t like you. Welcome to the world of Athletes, Lance Tucker is your tour guide. (I suck at summaries.)

Warnings: Explicit content, later on. Swearing, body shaming/ degrading language from Tucker. Asshole Tucker (I’m talking straight up rude.)

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Your mum once gave you advice, it wasn’t exactly handy advice at the time and you didn’t really understand why she gave it to you in the first place but you still took it in, still often think about it because it’s some good advice. She once told you that if you ever have an argument with your partner, you should go for a long drive, no destination and no one else just you. It’s meant to help clear your mind, let you drive your feelings out and really think about what was said and what you want to say. You’ve done that, many times, over mostly friends but it worked.

You can’t say it’s working well for Tucker. The closer you got to Las Vegas the angrier you become, the more irrational your thoughts got, you were white-knuckling the steering wheel as you glared at the welcome sign to Las Vegas. You have no idea, how in the hell, Lance got your number and what possessed him to phone you; doesn’t he have friends? A girlfriend? One of his booty-calls that could’ve picked him up?

You pulled up to Caesar Palace, it was a little much. The fountain, the valet that gave a judgemental look at your old Volvo. The outside, although grand, couldn’t compete with the interior design of the palace. The marble floors, the gold lining and decor, and the columns: it was breathtaking. You walked to the reception, oil paintings behind the gold-mirrored desk, everything just screamed pretentious but yet, it was impressive. You pulled the denim jacket you wore closer to your body, the woman grinning from ear-to-ear at you.

“Hello, welcome to Caesars Palace, what can I do for you this morning?” Her name tag stating that her name is Sara.

“Hey, I’m here to pick up a guest, I don’t know what room he is in or if he’s under his name,” she nodded as you looked utterly dumbfounded, “the name is Lance Tucker and he requested me for pick-up, for some reason.” She nodded as she typed onto a keyboard, looking at a screen.

She picked up a phone just beside her and dialled a number, grinning at you as she waited for whoever to pick up the phone, it’s a few short, awkward, seconds of silence. “Hello, Mr Tucker. This is reception calling, a guest is here for you, a young female.” You tap the counter absent-mindedly. “Should I send her up?” is the next question, “she said you were expecting her, okay, I’ll be sure to do so.” Sara puts the phone down, “he’s in one of our penthouse suites, in the Palace Tower, I’ll have someone escort you.”

You followed a young male, a bell-hop, through the building. You had only ever seen pictures of Caesars Palace, it was bigger than you expected, at every turn, there was something to look at and admire. Pools and spas, plus showrooms and obviously, casinos; no wonder Lance came all the way here. You were shown right to the door, where he swiped a keycard and let you in, telling you to enjoy your stay.

The penthouse, well, it was bigger than your entire apartment. It had a balcony the size of your kitchen, bigger from where you were standing. Black marble floors, the furniture looked brand new, and it had its own kitchen; not that you expected Lance to be cooking whilst here since they have Gordon Ramsay’s Bar & Grill. You could see it went off in three different directions; you looked down one hallway, seeing a door slightly ajar, hoping that Lance was somewhat decent you walked down towards it. 

You pushed the door open, it was dark with the shutters down and a body was laid in bed, you assumed it was Tucker. 

“Tucker, wake up!” You yelled and heard him grumble his reply, a muffled ‘fuck you’ being thrown in. “No, get the fuck up, I didn’t drive all the way here for you to treat me like shit. Get up now!” You flicked the light switch on, you could just see his brown, messy hair from under the plush duvets before you walked back out of the room calling his name again.

You sat on the barstool when Lance finally emerges, eyes still half shut and squinting against the bright lights, his hair a mess and only grey sweat pants that were hanging low on his hips; how the hell was they staying up was a good question. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you, he blinked rapidly as he sat on the cream sofa.

“Why the fuck are you here?” He asked, voice still hoarse from just waking up and scratchy from whatever drinks he consumed last night when he texted you.

You sighed with annoyance. “Of course, drunk texts, I shouldn’t have bothered. You text me asking for me to come get you, you threatened my job.” He was still frowning before he sighed, head falling into his hands as his elbows rested on his knees. “Why did you call me? Don’t you have friends to come get you? Aren’t they here with you?” You glanced around, looking back at the hunched over Lance.

“You’d be the only one that would actually show up, you need your job,” he muttered, “it was an easy bribe.” He lifted his head, hands covering his mouth as he stared right at the blank flat screen TV. “I drank a lot last night.” He sighed to mostly himself.

You crossed your arms, “I’ll bite the bait,” he looked at you with an unreadable expression. “Why did you need me to come pick you up, you’re in Las Vegas, isn’t this your ideal hunting ground?” His lips curved up at that comment but set back into a frown; he slouched against the back of the sofa, arms crossing over his chest.

“…I came here for an event, it’s kind of a big deal but…” he trailed off, a look you haven’t ever seen on Lance before, well, he never really showed anything but a smirky confident idiot. This was different, by far, it was shyness and embarrassment. “My parents are here, celebrating my father, forty-six years of being in the sports industry.” An edge of bitterness harshened his words, he wasn’t looking at you but you could tell he felt vulnerable; exposing a side of him like this.

“Isn’t this meant to be a fun occasion? A party?” He rolled his steely blue eyes at you, chuckling lightly at that.

He shakes his head, “You haven’t met my parents. You hate me, you would loathe them, I can’t stand the bastard and my mum isn’t any better. I guess, last night it got to me.” It’s silent, “You should probably go. Before they get back, don’t speak of this, to anyone. Got it?” 

Before you can answer that the penthouse’s front door opens. A couple walks through, talking amongst themselves, the older male looks a little like Lance but the woman looked a little young to be his mother, maybe his sister? 

The male had slicked back, dark hair, and piercing, hooded eyes with a grey suit. He was old, obviously but he was tall and very lean, clearly he still kept in shape despite his age. The woman beside him was small, tanned and young, you could say, younger than you! She was skinny, really skinny but had great… assets. You weren’t one to judge but you felt insecure in front of this girl. 

Lance’s P.O.V

“Harry, you’re up.” Lance froze on the spot at the sound of his father’s voice, he glanced to you for a moment before turning swiftly around and meeting his father’s piercing gaze. “I’ve come to collect you for lunch, your mother has arrived and insisted we all gather,” he didn’t sound to keen on the idea, not that Lance was but, at least he could stand to be around his mother.

It takes a few seconds for Lance to remember how to speak, “Uhh yeah, it must’ve slipped my mind,” he runs a hand through his hair messily before turning back to you. “I was just saying goodbye to my…friend, then I’ll get dressed.” He nods for you to stand up, beckoning you quickly to the door before you could be roped into his messed up life.

“And here I thought you’ve changed,” Lance’s father began and made you stop in your tracks, Lance sighs heavily. “Why can’t you find a nice girl, instead of these groupies, life isn’t about alcohol and fucking, Harry.”

“Spare me the lecture, you’re the one that cheated, not mum.” Lance snapped back, “she isn’t a groupie either, she’s… working for me,” he doesn’t have to look at you to know how uncomfortable you are, he can feel it.

Harry Senior, shakes his head. “Hookers don’t work for you, Harry.” Lance hears you scoff at the mention of the word hooker, he wants to laugh, he’s been with and seen hookers; you were definitely not one of those.

“She’s not a hooker, babe.” Sabrina, his new wife smiles, “that’s his girlfriend, obviously. He didn’t want you to know, meeting the parents is always scary, look at how protective he got over her.” Lance watched as his dad’s posture changed, straightening his back as he glanced you over, analysing you and Lance didn’t like that.

“That’s quite the accusation, he hasn’t had a girlfriend in years, is she your girlfriend?” The stare he received after the question had Lance stammering for an answer, apparently, the word ‘no’ no longer existed.

“Yes, she is.” Lance found himself saying in a moment of weakness, “I…-” he’s cut off by his dad, who walks around him and to you, extending a hand your way.

“Harry Tucker, the third,” you look at Lance over his father’s shoulders with wide eyes, raised eyebrows and a look of shock. “This is my wife, Sabrina.”

Lance watches as you shake his dad’s hand in silence for a few seconds, “Uh-I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” His dad stares at Lance, as you hug Sabrina, his eyes are piercing through him almost. He recognised that look, the same look he received when he won that silver once; disappointment and disgust. You weren’t good enough for his son or maybe, that’s just how his dad looks at him, neither answer would surprise him. 

“You should accompany us to lunch,” Lance already begins to excuse you from that awkwardness, “nonsense, I insist. She must meet your mother, get dressed, we’re leaving in twenty minutes.” Harry nods before opening the door and leaving with Sabrina behind him.

It’s silent as Lance watches the door close, not really believing what had happened just now, it only becomes reality when you start yelling at him. He didn’t really have any excuse other than his dad scared the shit out of him, he could never form a sentence around him and he was always intimidated, even as a child; the way his dad would glare if he messed up, you’d think he would have become the perfect son.

“I don’t know what just happened,” Lance admitted quickly, “he’s just really intimidating sometimes, I couldn’t think and… you should’ve left when I told you to.”

Oh, so it’s my fault.” You asked, E/C eyes full of rage, “I didn’t come here to play your girlfriend, Lance, or should I say… Harry!” You poked his chest firmly, he slapped your hand away with a slight glare. “Fuck, Lance, I can’t stay here. I can’t have lunch and meet your parents, this is insane. You have, to tell the truth,” you panic to him.

Lance exhales slowly, biting his lip as he thinks everything over. “Okay, listen, I can’t tell my dad I lied. He’ll give me the lecture, it’s one weekend, one lunch. I’ll… pay you!”

“I’m not pretending to be your girlfriend, Lance Tucker.” He rolls his eyes, “you know how stupid this sounds? One day ago you couldn’t stand me, now I’m here being asked to be your fake girlfriend and get paid…this is ridiculous,” Lance crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. “How much?”

“How much do you want?”

Lance watches as you debate a little with yourself. “I’ve got to buy new books, at least, four hundred dollars worth.” Lance frowns, “I don’t want to ask for too much and have you laugh at me for it.”

“I’ll round it up to five hundred, think of it has compensation. You don’t mention this to anyone, got it? Last I need is you running your mouth,” you shrug and Lance finally looks at you for real. You’re in a denim jacket plus blue skinny jeans, your hair up and hardly any make-up, you’re pretty but not dressed correctly. “You got clothes with you? Like a dress?” You shake your head and he sighs.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” You place a hand on your hip jutting it out with a sour expression; your attitude was going to be a problem too but he couldn’t fix that. 

“Everything, you can’t have lunch with my mother and be dressed like that,” he walks off and towards his room. “I’ll have the hotel send something up, what’s your size?” He turns and looks at you, “nevermind, you’re like a ten. Do something with your hair,” he slips back into his room, hearing you follow behind him.

**

Lance paces in front of the walk-in wardrobe doors, hearing you grumble to yourself about the dress and him, mostly him. He hated that you were roped into this, his life, it was embarrassing and humiliating. He tried, so hard, to remove himself from his home life because of his father. The man was cold, cruel and manipulative, everything that Lance tried to not be but ended up being like his mother; competitive, in every sense of the word and egotistical.

Growing up with Harrison Tucker as a father was torture. Lance had to be like him, he had to be a great athlete, the best. Even that isn’t good enough; he wins one silver amongst his many golds and instantly he’s a failure.

“So, you’re name is Harry?” He hears your voice through the doors.

“Yeah, after my dad and his dad, and his dad before him.” Lance rolls his eyes, crossing his arms, “It’s like some stupid tradition, my middle name is Lancelot, my mother liked it and I decided since there’s already one Harry Tucker on the scene.” He explained leaning against the wall as he waited for you.

It’s a few silent seconds. “And the woman beside your dad… guessing, not your sister.”

He laughed loudly. “No, definitely not. My parents divorced when I was sixteen, he was messing around with a young gymnast, of age, not that it mattered. Anyway, Sabrina is his third or fourth wife. My mum always turns up to his awards because she thinks it’s important for us to still be a family, she’s twisted that way,” He shrugs to himself, “she was always better at business relationships than actual relationships; I rarely see her outside her office,” he trails off and stares at the wall ahead.

“That sounds rough,” he hears the doors slide open, “explains a lot about you, to be honest.” He rolls his eyes and glances at you, raising his eyebrows. “What’d ya think? Will this fool them now?”

Shamelessly he let his eyes trail over your body, he may still hate you, but he wasn’t one to pass up the opportunity of appreciating a female’s body. The bodycon dress was a royal blue, off the shoulder and mid-length, it fit you perfectly, a little too perfectly. When he, finally, let his eyes drift back to yours, you were glaring a little, only making his cocky grin grow.

“I’m setting rules,” he raised an eyebrow at that, “No getting too handsy; an arm around the waist is my limit, Tucker. I am not kissing you, ever, even being your fake girlfriend. Are we clear?” You asked sternly, he shrugged a shoulder in reply, “No, are we clear? I can leave, right now and not help you. I guess, your father already told your mother that you have a girlfriend, so are we clear?”

“Fucking Christ, we’re good. I don’t want to kiss you anyway, even faking it.” He watched as you rolled your E/C eyes at him, brushing a piece of Y/H/C hair behind your ear. “Let’s go, they’re waiting for us.”

He leads you out of the door and to the elevators, a nervous fluttering happening in his stomach. He always got like this when having to be around his parents, it was heightened a lot more with you next to him, having anyone meet his parents was sickening. He always avoided it, never told them when he had girlfriends because they’d run for the hills; if it wasn’t because of them getting fed up his arrogant ways, his parents would chase them off, for sure.  

“I’m nervous,” you admit to him and he scoffed, hiding his own behind the facade he built himself. “I’ve never had to meet someone’s parents before.” He frowned and looked down at you, you didn’t look at him, eyes remaining on the elevator doors. “It’s only for lunch, I’m actually a good actor, I got an A for theatre in school.” You mainly told yourself.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked abruptly, you finally looked up at him but the doors open before you can answer, people waiting for you to walk out. He sighs gently and escorts you through the crowd and towards the outside pool, where his parents are meeting for lunch.

The sun shines on the beautiful pool, people splashing and swimming around, more sunbathing on the loungers. His eyes land on a table by the bar, his father and mother sat, not talking as Sabrina yaps away about something uninteresting. His eyes connect with his mother’s, who smiles brightly and she hadn’t changed a day. She had aged, grey hairs that were mostly caused by the stress, blue eyes like his and an infectious smile- like yours- he shook that thought away.

“Lancelot,” she called and waved, standing up and walking to him. He met her with a hug, you trailing behind. “Look how you’ve grown,” she grinned looking at her son, “you look so handsome, of course, my genetics.” He chuckled at that, “I’m angry with you, by the way,” she tells him and he frowns. “I had to hear from your father that you’ve got a girlfriend! Hello, dear, I’m Erin.” He rolls his eyes as his mother pulls you in for a hug.

“Harry wasn’t supposed to meet her, she came as a last minute thing for me,” Lance explained, only being ignored as his mother fusses over you with a happy smile, taking your hand and leading you to the table. He trailed behind helping both, you and his mother, into chairs before sitting beside you.

It was awkward as his mother ordered more drinks, a sly comment of her drinking habits from his father, this was going to be the worst experience of his life. 

“So, how did you two meet? I want details.” His mother grins and Lance chokes a little on his drink, shit, he hadn’t thought about the questions she would ask.

(I had to cut this because it became too long, that’s why it ended kinda choppy. Anyway, I got this idea from my friend Amber, my original idea has altered, meaning instead of ten chapters it’s gonna be around twenty; thank her for that lol. Let me know what you think, so far. - Rosalee) 


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