#lance tucker fan fic

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god of gymnastics ✧ lance tucker

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pairing: lance tucker x fem!reader

summary: your sister’s gymnastics coach takes an interest in you.

word count: 1,187

warnings?: named sister (so sorry if her name is your name), lance tucker is an asshole (but we love him for it), age difference but reader is older than 18, (one-sided) dirty talk but nothing actually happens beyond making out

Your sister was practically born doing somersaults, back handsprings, and aerial cartwheels. She was made for gymnastics. She was born to go into the Olympics. And your dad made damn sure that she would be able to make those dreams a reality. They paid for the best coaches, took her to the best gyms, made sure she was in competition after competition until she got the attention from the right people. When he died, the responsibility of making sure that little Lia made it to the Olympics fell on you. You were hardly older than her, only a few years her senior, but suddenly it felt like the weight of the world had been placed on your shoulders. It was a lot to handle, but you couldn’t just let years of hard work and preparation go to waste. So you put your life on hold, putting off college and trying to juggle three jobs to make sure you could pay for the best coaches and the best gyms that your dad had worked so hard to get her into. This was your family’s legacy, and you’d make damn well sure that it amounted to something, preferably a shiny gold medal but just qualifying for the Olympics would be satisfactory.

But that didn’t mean that you had to enjoy her fucker of a coach. Lance Tucker was, to put it simply, a piece of work. A piece of work with a nice body and cute ass, but a piece of work nonetheless. He made it his mission to make you uncomfortable every time you stepped through that door to pick up your sister. Despite her being the perfect age to start driving, the two of you decided her time would be better spent training than learning how to drive, so you continued to drive her anywhere she needed to go. And Lance? Well, he seemed to revel in the fact that you had to show up to his gym every fucking day of the week.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled out as he saw you waiting by the entrance to the gym. “What brings you here, princess?”

“You know why I’m here, Tucker,” you dismissed. “It’s the same as yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, dating all the way back to the day I first started dropping Lia off here.”

He hummed, a smirk curling across his face. “Sorry, princess, but every time I see you, my mind just goes blank.”

“That’s ‘cause you think with your dick, and not your brain.”

“Oh, so you’ve been thinking about my dick? ‘Cause I think it’s time you get well acquainted with—”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Trust me, princess, I’ve been trying.” He stalked over to you, you backing up until you felt your back hit the wall. He towered over you, propping his arm up beside your head and leaning down over you until you were so close that you could smell his minty gum. “But you just keep runnin’ from me. Hurts my feelings, ya know.”

“You know I don’t give a shit about your feelings, Tucker, specially not when we both know that you’d just ditch me the second you get what you want.”

He chuckled lowly. “Oh? You worried that I’d just ‘bandon you? ‘Cause I promise you, princess, that once I get you, I'mma never let you go.”

“I’m sure you say that to every poor sucker you coax into your bed, but I’m not another trophy for you to win,” you said, looking away. God, he got on your every last nerve, but even you had trouble controlling yourself when he was that close to you. For as annoying as he was, even you had to admit that he was undeniably attractive.

“Sounds like you’re jealous, princess,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear. “But I’mma tell you a secret: you’re all I think about whether I’m fuckin’ another bitch or gettin’ myself off.”

You ground your teeth together, trying to ignore the way your thighs clenched together at the idea of him thinking about you while having sex. You turned your head, looking away from him. He didn’t get to see the way he had such an effect on you. No, that would only fuel his stupid fucking ego, and he didn’t deserve that. 

“Well, think of someone else. You’re my sister’s coach. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.”

“Mm, but we both know that you want me buried between your pretty little legs, princess. You just gotta let me,” he said, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look back at him again. He brushed his lips against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. “C’mon, princess. I’ll treat you right, no matter if you wanna act like a pretty princess or my dirty little whore.”

“Tucker, leave me alone.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think you mean that,” he said, his eyes opening. “Not when you’re practically putty in my hand. Just give me the word, and I’ll give you the world.”

“I don’t want anything you have to give,” you denied, even though your thoughts were quickly becoming clouded with ideas of being Lance Tucker’s little bitch. “I just wanna get my sister and leave.”

“Mm, you might mean that now, but soon you’re gonna see that all you really want is me, princess,” he said, cupping your face with his massive hands and bring his lips down on yours. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and you found yourself giving into the temptation that was the god of gymnastics. Every protest you had died down as you snaked your arms around his neck, one of your hands gripping the back of his head, pushing him down impossibly closer to you. 

But, all too soon, he pulled away, his smirk even bigger than ever. “I knew you wanted this, princess. Glad you finally came to your senses.”

“Fuck you,” you said, still hating the way he taunted you.

“Don’t worry, you will soon,” he grinned. He back away, never breaking eye contact with you, as you heard Lia come running out of the locker room, shouting about how she perfected this one really hard move or something—you weren't sure, you could hardly pay attention to what she was saying. All you could think about was Lance fucking Tucker and how you wanted to both throttle him and fuck him within an inch of his life. “You’d better put little Lia to bed early tonight. I’ll be pickin’ you up at 8 o’clock sharp. Make sure you wear somethin’ that shows off your pretty little legs.”

And though you wanted to push back, to fight back, to tell him that you’d sooner gouge out your eyes before you went out with him, you’d already had a a stunning red number that left little to the imagination picked out. After all, if Lance was determined to torment you, you’d be sure you got something out of it, too. It was only fair.

And, who knows, maybe you’d even give the god of gymnastics a run for his money.

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The Boss- Part 11

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Part 10

CEO!Sebastian Stan x CEO!Reader

Word Count: 3143

Warnings: language, angst, fluff.

Summary: Y/N and Sebastian are co-CEOs of a successful company. Their relationship is not the best. It’s more a competition than anything. But eventually they’ll have to learn to cope with each other.

A/N:  I already posted this, but need more people to confirm:I have been thinking of starting a new series about Bucky inspired on this request I did a little over a month ago: “Connection”, it would kind of follow that storyline, just kind of.What do you guys think about it? Should or should I not start it?

Also, do you think this fic is becoming too long?

“It would make us lose money.” One of the, who Y/N liked to call the elders ,argued; making what he thought  a valid point for their idea of a charity to not go through. 

The sight that left her lips was unmistakable,all eyes posing on her. Sebastian turned his head briefly at her, clearing his throat and sending her a warning look. Y/N lifted one perfect eyebrow to the board, the corner of her lips moving up. “Spending money in a charity for this company, would be like loosing a dollar.” She remarked, her elbows resting on the table. “Gentlemen, creating a charity will give the company more fame and the incomes will just go up. We would be seen as caring and humble, the world will see us as something more than a bunch of rich people.” She finished, her gaze resting on every single one of the men in that room; last to Sebastian, who had a hardly noticeable smile crossing his lips. Indicating her, that she did good.

“Mr.Stan,what do you think of your fiancée’s proposition?” Martin Coleman said, the oldest of the board.Of course, even if they like her ideas, they would always look for a man’s approval, because just the approval of a woman would be too much for them to handle. Bastards, she thought. 

Martin Coleman was an individual that could be easier convinced by a man than by a woman; it just gave Y/N trouble every time she did her job as the CEO of the company. Her hand hid under the table, fingers tightly gripping the chair’s material and jaw clenching in the urge of not screaming all kinds of obscenities to that man. The blood inside Y/N’s veins was heating up, Martin Coleman had called her Sebastian’s fiancée instead of what they used to call her before all of the engagement thing happened; and the way he said it was to mock her. Coleman did know what buttons to push to make her uneasy.

Sebastian stood straight on the chair, glaring at Y/N before speaking. “It’s something we both talked about and agreed on.” Words for all of them to hear, but eyes locked on the man across from him.

The suited men looked at each other before letting the oldest speak, Y/N swore she was so done with their shit, they always acted like their final decisions where some kind of matter of life or death. “Alright then, we all agree on it.” Coleman spoke.

Y/N could not control rolling her eyes at his final verdict, there had not been a single time when she didn't find the fact that they listened more to Sebastian than to her-even if both CEOs were talking about the same thing- absurd. The ‘elderly’ started gathering their belongings and going out the conference room. Y/N and Sebastian remained seated saying their goodbyes to them. 

“Y/N.” Martin Coleman called before stepping out of the room. Both Y/N and Sebastian turned their heads to him, waiting for his sayings. “ It seems that the pregnancy’s hormones have not clouded your mind,yet. Let’s try and keep it that way a little longer.” The gray haired man finished his words with a smirk that remained engraved in Y/N’s brain alongside the echoing of his sentence. She kept her mouth shut until he left the room.

“What the actual fuck!?” Y/N yelled in the wrap of a whisper. “ Apart from the fact that he thinks that pregnant women can’t make rational decisions; he also stated that not if the pregnancy hormones take over me, but when they’ll take over me. That bastard, like what? It is supposed that I’ll be waiting ‘till pregnancy makes me irrational or something as if I was on some kind of pills and waiting for their effect to kick in!?”

Sebastian followed her moves around the conference room with his steel blue eyes, her arms gesticulating as the words fell out of her mouth. He very well knew that what Coleman said was out of place and that she was mad; but, he found her so sexy when she was angry, he could just not resist himself from having some dirty thoughts at the moment. But he had to push them aside.

“You know how he is, he has this old mind like most of them, that’s because they are actually old.” He stood from the chair, approaching her and resting his butt on the large table in front of her, not fully sitting; one of his hands went into the front pocket of his pants while the other grabbed the table’s border. 

“Are yo-” Sebastian stopped her before she could finish her sayings.

“No, I’m not trying to justify his actions. What I’m saying is that most of them grew up in another time, they are not like us, they are old and grumpy and hate us for being young, rich and good looking. I mean, have you seen them? They look like dinosaurs.” Involuntarily she smiled. 

“I know, but sometimes I just want to slap them so hard.” She whined like a  little girl, gently rubbing her temples.

“Yeah, I've noticed how you grip that chair when some of them are, you know, idiots.” Suddenly a thought rushed inside her mind.

“Sebastian I forgot to tell you.” The romanian rested his eyes on her features. “I received this morning a call from  Jeffrey Simmons' assistant, he’s one of our associates and he invites us to his 60th birthday party this Saturday...in New Orleans.” She concluded bitting the inside of her cheek.

The blue eyed man groaned and threw his head back. “I don’t like it.” He said taking a deep breath.

“Well, me neither, but it is what it is and I already told Aaron to buy the plane tickets  for this Friday.” Y/N rested her small hand on his shoulders and the other was rubbing her belly softly. Sebastian lowered his gaze, resting it on her bump briefly and put his hand over hers, fingers soothingly caressing her skin.

“Are you going to be okay so far from home?” Sebastian asked with worried eyes, the thought that maybe it was better for the baby to just remain in the comfort of her home crossing his mind.

“Yes, Sebastian. It’s just a trip, what could go wrong?” Y/N asked rhetorically, his warm touch making her relax.

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The dark was over the city of New Orleans. Sebastian was walking by her side with his hand holding hers, the bellman leading them with their suitcases to their room. Y/N was tired, she could feel her eyes aching to be closed and have a peaceful sleep. All day, both her and Sebastian had been working, the only time they could take the flight to New Orleans being in the afternoon. She had been awake since 5 a.m, more so because of the baby; in the office, they had spent the entire day in meetings for the charity; added to all of that was the three hour flight where she could not close her eyes for a mere second because work decided to make her company on the little trip. 

Her free hand moved to the small of her back, as she waited for the bellman to open the door to the hotel suite. Y/N forgot about Sebastian and the bellman for the moment, entering the room the first thing she saw was the king sized bed that looked so appealing to her, she only wanted to rest her tired body on it and not leave it for a few hours. At the other side of the bed and bellow the windows was a small gray couch; the whole room was submerged in gray and white colors; the room had one desk against the wall where the bed was and a dinner table at the other side of the room, in front of the bed.

She didn't even noticed Sebastian closing the door behind him, until he let their suitcases on the bed in front of her. “Hungry?” He asked.

“I just want to sleep.” She mumbled, opening her suitcase and taking her toiletry bag and pajamas out. It was the first time in ages that she felt so tired so early, the clock had marked only 10:13 p.m. 

“We should order something. I don’t care that you want to sleep, I won’t let you go to bed until you eat before.” Sebastian took a pause and she knew what he was about to say; and she hated it because she could not refuse. “For the baby, for James.” He finally spoke.

Y/N sighed closing her eyes briefly. “Okay, you call, I’ll go take a shower.” She said before leaving to the bathroom.

She took her clothes off and looked at herself in the mirror, the bump was getting more noticeable. She shook her head at the sight of her smile.Y/N tuned on the shower, stepping inside and letting the hot water take over her body, every drop taking away the pain and the stress, her muscles relaxing. The CEO’s fingers run along her hair, pulling it back and letting a satisfying groan in the process. 

By the time she came out of the bathroom food was served, Sebastian was seated at the table with his phone in his holding, scrolling through what seemed to be instagram. Her legs made their way opposite from him, her hair was still slightly wet, water dripping from it to her clothing. Sebastian locked his phone and left it at his left, straightening himself on the chair and taking the fork. She took a piece of the chicken breasts, chewing on it slowly.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Sebastian offered. 

Y/N frowned her eyebrows lightly and waited to swallow the food before talking. “Don’t be ridiculous Sebastian, you don’t even fit in that couch.” She pointed at the furniture behind her. 

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“The bed is big enough for both of us Sebastian. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before.” The woman made a gesture as if it was not big deal, and it really wasn't, at least for her. But for Sebastian it was a whole other perspective, his heart was jumping of joy in his chest. “ We are not teenagers, no need of making of this something huge or uncomfortable.” She spoke her mind.

Sebastian sent a small smile her way. “ Don’t you think it’s weird that Jeffrey invited us to his birthday party?I mean, he never has before.” 

“ A little bit, but I don’t really know what’s going on in people’s mind, so I’m not bothering myself with it.” She shrugged her shoulders, not giving the man’s actions much importance. Maybe he wanted to congratulate them for the engagement and the baby, being that the reason for the invite. She didn't care about it, she just wanted to sleep before James would start and kick her insides, again. 

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Shifting on the bed uncomfortably she groaned, rubbing her eyes and opening them slowly; the light of the TV making them close again briefly until she adjusted to it. She had fallen asleep before Sebastian had finished his shower, probably he watched TV and fell asleep. The woman looked at her right side, Sebastian was sound asleep on his stomach, arms hid under the pillow and his features where facing her. Her hand searched blindly for the remote on the bed, finding it close to her body she took it and turned the TV off. Her eyes dared to the night stand, a digital clock there showed her that the time was 2 in the morning.

“James, please.” She whined silently, hands rubbing her belly softly in a vain attempt to try and calm the  baby’s kicks down. But the baby kept on with his doings, as if his life depended on it. She huffed, sitting on the bed and resting her body on the headboard, waiting of it to stop. But if it was as the previous nights, baby James would not stop anytime soon. “God baby, please let mommy sleep.” She begged again.

Sebastian heard her pleadings, her voice desperate in need of sleep. He opened his eyes and saw her. “What’s wrong?” He asked concerned, his voice coming out hoarse.

Y/N widened her eyes in surprise, it wasn't her intention to wake him up, after all, he had had a long day just as her. “God, sorry I didn't want to wake you.” She apologized with a whisper.

“Don’t worry Y/N. Just, tell me what’s wrong?” He asked once again with his head still on the pillows.

She looked down at him. “James is fully awake and won’t let me sleep.” The woman muttered.

Sebastian moved closer to her, lifting her top slightly he  rested his head near her bump and let his hand rub her skin, James' kicks pushing against his palm. “Buddy, it’s late and your mother needs to rest. So, would you please stop?” His voice was soft and authoritarian at the same time, earning a light chuckle from her.

“ If that works, I swear I’m gonna kiss you.” Y/N said.

Sebastian looked up at her with raised eyebrows and then connected his blue gaze with her bump again, wishing his son was done for the night. But it just looked like James was not playing for his father’s team, or anyone’s actually, just his.The romanian sighed sitting on the bed.

“Alright, let’s go for a walk.” He said standing from the bed and heading for the closet, pulling out two pairs of shoes.

“A walk?” She asked while her body moved to let her legs hanging at the edge.

“ Yes, we are going to tire him out, or to see if a little movement calms him.” He moved to her with her black converse in hand. They had put with them some casual clothes for their plan of  exploring the city before the party. He knelt in front of her, taking her feet and putting her shoes on. 

“Is it cold outside?” Her eyes followed his moves.

“Doesn't matter, we are just going to walk around the hotel.” He tied her shoes. “And if anybody tries to tell us that we can’t, we’ll use the baby card.” Sebastian winked at her with a smile and got up from the floor, holding his hand out for her to take. He helped her stand and took the room’s key card.

“This better work, Sebastian.” She whispered outside of the room, worried that someone may hear them.

“If it doesn't I promise I’ll carry you back.” Involuntary she wrapped her arm with his. They had spent so much time as a fake couple in the public eye, that the actions of holding his hand or calling him sweet names where almost mechanic, something her subconscious did. At this point it was as if they were method actors. 

“ Sounds right to me.” She smiled glaring at him.

“It’s the first time that’s happening?” He wondered, their feet walking down the hallway to who knew where.

“No, it’s been going on for the whole week.” She muttered. 

Sebastian turned his head to her with a look she could not read on his face. “Why didn't you tell me anything?” He sounded a little upset about her not running to him before.

“Because I don’t think it’s important and because there is nothing that you could have done.” She answered shrugging her shoulders.

“First of all, when we are talking about our kid and the mother of my son it’s important.” She felt her heart flip in her chest. “And second of all, I don’t care that maybe I couldn't help, but I would had stayed awake with you all night Y/N, to keep you company.” Her heart flipped again. Her mouth frowned in confusion before he noticed it, trying to keep her feelings as drowned as possible. “From now on, you come to me okay? If I’m not home you call me and I’ll stay with you on the phone ‘till you fall asleep or if I can I’ll go as soon as I can to you. But you need to tell me, Y/N.” He stopped on his tracks, turning his body to hers and resting his hands on her shoulders. The romanian’s steel blue eyes locked on her big ones, waiting for her answer.

“ Fine. Your inner dad showing too much?” She laughed, interviewing their arms together again and retaking their walk, going down the stairs. 

“There is no inner dad anymore Y/N, it has been on the surface since I first noticed your bump.” He remarked, helping her down the stairs and into the hotel’s large lobby. The receptionist smiled at them and did not ask anything nor gave them a warning. “Do you want to sit?” He asked looking at the numerous couches.

She shook her head, still thinking of his previous words. She liked his dad side, but she liked it more that it just showed with her. They kept on walking in a comfortable silence, her mind wondering about them. She pictured how different both their lives would had been if she didn't go to the clinic; probably they wouldn't have spent more time than the necessary together; probably they would still throw trash at each other at every chance they got. Y/N didn't know why, but her heart hurt in that instant, thinking that the memories they were making because of the baby would not have existed if things were otherwise. The kind of relationship they had now was something she very much liked, even though sometimes they were jerks to each other; after all, old habits die hard. And because of that, their feelings from their once love story were still not dead.

“Did he stop?” Sebastian asked looking at her. 

Y/N zoomed out of the movie her brain was creating and stared at him. She hadn't even realized that James’ kicks had faded away. “Oh god, yes!” She said excited, a bright smile plastered on her tired but beautiful features.

“ It seems that after all, I did help you.” Sebastian smirked. 

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Thank you.” She said, while they were making their way back.

“Don’t, it’s my responsibility to make sure you are both good.” Sebastian interviewed their fingers, lifting her hand to his mouth and softly kissing it’s back. “Let’s just hope that young man doesn't decide to start again once we are in bed.” He laughed pointing at her belly.

“ If he does, you will be singing to him Disney songs.” Y/N’s tone was one of joking, but he took it at serious.

“Deal.” Sebastian said shaking his hand with hers. “Just hope I won’t have to do that, for both of our shakes.” His mouth closed in a tight line as he shook his head dramatically, a smile showing his white teeth appearing shortly after. 

 Y/N looked at the father of her son in awe, he sometimes amazed her in the best of ways.

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YO, someone please take the Brooklyn 99 prompt so I can read Bucky & Rosa being best friends??? 

Or Gilmore Girls because OMG, I don’t think Steve or Bucky could possibly keep up with how fast Lorelei and Rory talk, but I bet Scott Lang could! LOL I don’t know why, I’m just convinced. I think he and Hope would fit into Stars Hollow quite nicely :) 

Unfortunately, Scott & Hope aren’t on the list of characters that can be in the fics. BUT OMG LANCE TUCKER IS, I’d KILL to see Lance Tucker in Stars Hollow!!! I feel like he’d be spun around and upside down!

Honestly, if you know of someone who takes B99 or GG challenge, please let me know cuz I’ll be SO excited to read it!

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A thirst for whiskey and gold (5)

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Pairing: Lance Tucker x photographer!plus size!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 3.7k

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

A/N: Written for @whotheeffisbucky

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“Her name is Adriana and she lives with her mother, Irina.”

You needed a minute. No, you needed more than a minute to make sense of this. One moment you’re straddling his thighs and cradling his face in your hands, the next you’re pushing him down in the couch cushions as you’re trying to get away from him.

“Wait – what? Who?,” you stutter as you’re stumbling, the back of your knees hitting the table as you take a couple steps backwards. Distraught and confused, you walk around the table, your hands in your hair.

“Irina is a Romanian gymnast,” Lance explains as his eyes watch intently how you’re struggling to keep it together. “We met at the Olympics in 2004. She had already won every national medal there is to win and was now competing for Olympic gold. And when she won Olympic gold as well, there was only one golden medal she yet had to win. Mine.”

Inhaling sharply once your back collides with the kitchen island, a sting of severe pain shooting through your shoulder, your body melts with the surface behind you. Lance notices your face contorts in discomfort and gets up from the couch, rushing towards you.

He tells you to take off your jacket so he can take a look at your shoulder. Reluctantly, you follow his orders and shed your jacket, revealing the nasty bruise on your upper arm. “It’s nothing,” you assure Lance. “I must’ve bumped into something yesterday.“

The gymnast doesn’t fall for your attempt to brush away the subject, instead inspecting your other arm and even lifting up your shirt to see if there are more cuts and bruises on your stomach and sides. Quickly you bat away his hands and pull down your shirt, giving him the dead glare as he shrugs and mumbles something about ‘just making sure’, his eyes expressing a deep concern.

“I’m fine, Lance. Please, I’m fine. Now, about Irina,” you press him a little harder, adamant at hearing the full story.

Leaning next to you on the kitchen counter, Lance sighs deeply as he remembers Irina and the circumstances under which they met. “I wasn’t supposed to fraternise with any of the other contestants but Irina got me drunk enough. I didn’t remember much from that night but the next thing I know she’s claiming I’m her soulmate.”

Casting his eyes downwards, Lance feels a shameful blush tint his cheeks red. “Irina… God, Irina can be very convincing. Back then I was living and training in Los Angeles and she insisted on joining me. My coach didn’t want a scandal on his hands and so he told me to take her with me or he’d kick me out. Then Irina said we were going to have a baby. Her pregnancy forced her to abandon her career in gymnastics and she still blames me for that.”

“How old is she? Your girl, Adriana?”

“Almost thirteen. Her birthday is in January.”

Looking up again, his gaze rests on your hand just inches away from his. Lance still feels that urge to hold your hand, brushing his fingertips tentatively while gauging your reaction. Much to his surprise, you don’t pull your hand away at once, yet give him a sad smile as you turn away from him and grab your things. “I need some time to think about this.”

“I understand,” Lance replies regretfully, reaching out for you one last time before you can swing your bag over your shoulder and leave.

With a pang to your heart, you have to deny him a final touch before you exit his apartment. “You’ve got a little girl, Lance. You’ve got a responsibility towards your little girl,” you clarify your lack of affection. “I can’t be with a guy that denies his responsibilities as a father.”

“Yeah, a little girl that lives with her mother in Los Angeles. I don’t see her at all. Irina keeps her from me,” the brunet reasons with you. “I’ve tried, Y/N, believe me, I’ve tried to see my kid. But if I want to see my daughter, that would mean that I will have to recognise Irina as my lawful soulmate and marry her. The law is very clear about that.”

The corners of your lips tugs downwards as soon as your fingers reach the doorknob. “I’m sorry, Lance. Just give me some time, okay?” Opening the door, you are ready to step outside, Lance’s shoulders dropping visibly in despair once you turn your back on him. “I’ve got a dress fitting at four and then the christening tomorrow. We will see each other then.”

Your feet carry you to the last place you’d expect. You can’t exactly go to Karen or Melinda, knowing they’ll be the first to judge Lance for his actions. What you need now is someone who knows Lance but will give it to you straight. And the first name to pop into your head is Hope, so you ring her doorbell and cross your fingers the bronze medallist is home.

As soon as she sees you standing on her porch, eyes glistening in doubt and begging for advice, she quickly invites you in and sits you down, offering some eggnog to ease the heartache. “Now tell me, Y/N, what brings you here to my humble home?”

“Well, I don’t know if Karen told you,” you start off, warming yourself on the eggnog, “But Lance and I agreed to meet up at that diner he loves so much.”

“Ah yes,” Hope grins cheekily, “Lance sure loves his pancakes. What did you guys talk about?”

For a heartbeat, you consider retracing your steps and telling her about your entire day. Nevertheless, you decide against vomiting your heart out and just settle for the dirty little details. Words rush from your lips like a hurricane, about how you made the first move and kissed Lance, how you loved it so much when he kisses you back, and eventually about his daughter, Adriana.

“He told you about Irina, didn’t he?,” Hope chuckles darkly as she scrolls through the gallery on her phone. “On the first date?”

You shake your head and take a sip from the eggnog to swallow your feelings. “It wasn’t a date, Hope. It was just breakfast.”

“So a breakfast date,” Hope glares at you with a knowing look. She proceeds to show you a picture of a very young Lance at the Olympics with a gorgeous woman on his arm. “This is Irina. She was a Romanian gymnast.”

Lance must be not older than 21 or 22 in this picture, his hair a little more tousled and his eyes a little wilder. The girl however appears to be somewhat younger, maybe 18 or 19, but she’s got legs to die for and a waistline of a ballerina.

“Do you know how Lance got his nickname, the fucker?” You stare at the blond with open mouth, Hope scoffing at your ignorance. “Oh God…”

“He’s always been a bit of a fuckboy, but he was a sweet fuckboy.” Snorting at Hope’s way of telling this story, she gives you the death glare, your laugh dying out in a tight-lipped smile.

“Parents didn’t give him a lot of attention unless he won another medal, so he searched for attention elsewhere. Girls were throwing themself at him. And Irina, the self-proclaimed princess of gymnastics, found a way to seduce him. They didn’t date for long before she sold the story to the press. Painted Lance as a male slut.”

Warming your hands with the cup of eggnog, you blow away some steam before taking a very big gulp in the hope of diminishing the uneasiness settling in the pit of your stomach. “What exactly did she do?”

Hope stands up from the couch to get some more eggnog and when she returns, she’s holding a newspaper under her arm. “This,” she replies dryly before pushing the newspaper in your hands.

“Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker.” You read the headline aloud, mumbling some words here and there as you continue to read the rest of the article.

“After the article came out, he lived up to the nickname. It was also a way of avoiding fatherhood.” You sigh softly, finishing the rest of your eggnog with a lump in your throat as Hope tries to get a read on you. “And Irina didn’t want a fuckboy,” she grins a little wickedly. “She just wanted an American passport.”

Hope watches you put down the newspaper again with a sad look in her eyes, her sympathy for you mixed with a sense of responsibility. She feels like she should take care of you, the poor girl that ended up being Lance’s soulmate, but there’s no way she can shield you from the hard truth.

The dress fitting is a day straight from hell. First of all, the stylist that goes by the name OT, is a bitch with little to no patience and a lack of respect for women your size. Her needle somehow always finds a way to sting your sensitive skin, leaving you with red puncture marks all over your arms and legs, torso and heels.

Secondly, Karen keeps going on and on about how you and Lance are now the talk of town and how she overheard her neighbours gush about how cute you look together. Apparently the waitress of the diner you two had breakfast at, couldn’t keep her mouth shut and told half of the town about it. And to make matters worse, Karen’s sister Mimi didn’t how up for the fitting, claiming she didn’t want to be in the same room as you, the traitor.

“You look absolutely gorgeous!,” squeaks Karen once OT has finished up her final touches on your dress. Melinda chimes in and agrees quickly, but the pit in your stomach alerts you that you’re not entirely at ease with how the dress falls over your hips and shows off your breasts. It accentuates your body rather than hide it, like you’re used to doing.

“I don’t know, girls,” you whisper shyly, twirling in front of the mirror. “I don’t know. I love the colour and adore the fabric, but I’m not sure if a dress this expensive….” You try to talk your way out of it, afraid to reveal the real reason why you’re so uncomfortable by saying Karen can’t impossible pay for your dress when it’s definitely not cheap. That would be just too much.

But Melinda reads between the lines and nudges Karen’s arm. “Could you give us a minute, OT?,” Karen then asks the stylist, who just nods and leaves the three of you to it but not without sending a dirty glance your way before closing the door behind her.

“Now, Y/N,” Melinda says while patting the empty seat next to her on the couch. “Tell me what’s really bothering you.”

Sitting down with a deep sigh, you make sure the dress doesn’t hike up too much when you sit down. “I really appreciate what you’re doing for me, Karen. And you too, Melinda.” Both women smile warmly and the redhead’s kind eyes encourage you to speak plainly. “But I think that wearing this dress at the party on New Year’s Eve… it’ll just attract a lot of attention and I’m not sure I want that.”

“Christmas is right around the corner, Y/N, so consider this my early Christmas present,” Karen chuckles as she smooths over your dress. “And about the attention… It’s a theme party, Y/N. Everyone will be dolled up. And you’re a stunning young woman, Y/N. You deserve to feel beautiful and I know that you feel beautiful in this dress.”

“What are you wearing for Christmas Eve, hun?,” Melinda queries as you get up to change back into your normal clothes.

With a little hesitation, you show her a picture of the golden sequined dress you had in mind.

A low whistle slips past Karen’s lips and Melinda smirks in approval. “Lance will certainly appreciate that number. The pink one for New Year’s Eve a little more, but this one is definitely a showstopper as well.”

You swipe your finger on the screen of your phone to leave the app so you can lock your phone again, but unintentionally you swipe to the wrong side, a picture of a sexy red dress popping up on the screen. Karen immediately notices it and steals your phone right from your hands before you can hide it away.

“What’s this, hm?,” Karen coos mischievously. “Preparing for another date with Lance?”

“It wasn’t a date,” you protest while snatching your phone back from Karen, prompting a giggle from Melinda. “And no, this dress I bought just for me. Because I love the way it looks on me.”

“It’s a bit too much to wear to the christening tomorrow, but you can wear it to the cocktail party Ethan’s boss is throwing?”

“Maybe,” you mumble under your breath, hastily throwing on your jacket and following behind your two friends as you exit the shop and say goodbye to OT.

“Will Lance be there?”

You turn around the corner to where you parked your car, fishing out the car keys and coming to a stop right in front of it. Kissing the redhead and blond on their cheek, you promise to call them as soon as you come home to arrange the final details for the christening.

The christening eventually rushes by like a speed train. You were fully in control of your emotions, able to keep a level head around Lance who is still Sofia’s godfather. There isn’t much talking, only the promise of talking before Christmas eve at Karen’s and Ethan’s. And Christmas Eve is there sooner than you can mentally prepare for, your phone buzzing and lighting up with unread messages and unheard voicemails from your soulmate.

This time it’s Lance who says he wants to talk, but this time not at a diner or anywhere else that’s a bit too public. He wants to pick you up at your place and talk during the drive over to the party. And at seven p.m. sharp, Lance knocks on your door.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” he breathes out heavily once his eyes land on your full-figured body dressed up in the gold sequined dress you showed to your friends earlier. They were right, it is in fact a showstopper and as Lance gazes at you with lust-blown pupils and his lips parted in astonishment, you must admit you feel quite coveted.

Offering you his arm, he escorts you towards his car like a true gentleman. Opening the door for you, he allows you to sit inside the car first before walking around his car and sliding into the driver’s seat too. As soon as he revs the engine and gets going on the road, you continue to fidget with your hands in your lap until Lance, just like that day in the diner, shifts his hand from the gear stick to place it on top of your sweaty palms.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart,” he smiles gently, “You look like a jewel.”

Blushing brightly, you eventually stop playing with your fingers. “So…,” you cough and clear your throat, “We’ve got a lot to talk about, I guess…”

“Yeah,” Lance admits with a breathy laugh, getting a little nervous as well now while keeping his eyes on the road. They occasionally wander to you again and cascade down your cleavage, but he is quick to correct himself and keep the conversation flowing.

“Since we last talked, I got a few things going. I – I called Irina and asked her if it would be possible to fly over with Adriana. That there’s someone I want them to meet.” Lance parks the car across the street from Karen’s house, turning his body towards you as he continues. “I also wrote down some dates that we can take some photographs, if you still want to.”

Lance’s cocky behaviour has made way for a more insecure Lance, eyes pleading with you for a second chance. “Yeah, I still want to.” The lump in your throat is slowly dissolving, but not all doubts have yet vanished into thin air. “But I’m not quite sure about meeting Irina. Lance,” you say as take his hand and squeeze it. “I think you should talk to Irina first before I do.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Lance agrees after some time weighing possibilities in his mind. “Let’s go inside now. I think they’ll be wondering where we are.”

The table is already set with all kinds of delicacies, all the guests dressed to the nines for the occasion. You’re a little worried that Mimi is there, too, but it’s Christmas which is the time for forgiveness, so you don’t pay her any mind, not even when she scoffs and snorts and grimaces at everything you say and do.

Lance however isn’t as accommodating as you are, and Mimi’s performance soon threatens to spoil his good mood. Resting your hand on his upper thigh underneath the table, you glance over at the brunet. He doesn’t react to Mimi’s attempts to lure him out, instead taking the battle in a completely different direction as he gushes about you in the most saccharine tone.

When dinner has been served and finished, Ethan invites everyone over to the living room by the fireplace for a drink. Karen and Ethan are seated in one loveseat, Melinda and Mike take a seat on the large couch while Mimi is forced to sit next to Oliver on one side and the lovebirds on the other as well as across from you and Lance in the second loveseat.

With his signature smirk, Lance throws his arm around your shoulders and hugs you close. A timid smile tugs at your lips when your eyes lock with Karen’s and a knowing grin from ear to ear appears on her face. With a content sigh, a happy atmosphere fills the living room together with the merry spirit that graces Christmas ever year. All is good this way, you allow yourself to believe.

“So Lance, how is training going?,” Mike queries as he takes a sip from his whiskey, passing around the bottle to everyone so they can refill their glass.

“Good, very good actually. I’m going for gold, of course,” Lance boasts about his gymnastic performances and excellent physical shape.

Mimi rolls her eyes at Lance’s comment and shoves Oliver’s side with her elbow, commanding him to move away from her instead of closer to her. “And what about you, Y/N? Any interesting photo journals you might be working on?” Melinda puts the bottle back on the table before returning to Mike’s embrace, sending a cheeky wink your way. “Maybe something to do with gymnastics, too?”

With a dry chuckle you tell them about your project with Lance and how it may relaunch your career as a photographer. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever done, so it’s a personal challenge for me. And it also gives us the chance to get to know each other a little better.”

“Cool,” Oliver agrees with his brothers, earning the death glare from Mimi.

You all finish your drinks while holding casual conversations until the clock strikes midnight and announces Christmas day. “Time for presents!,” Melinda claps her hands and points toward the Christmas tree.

“Now, you all know how much Karen loves Secret Santa, so I rallied up everyone to participate,” the redhead announces, Karen hugging her shortly in gratitude.

“So let’s start with the first present! It’s for…” the blonde reads the tag and calls out Mimi’s name.

Her younger sister shuffles towards the Christmas tree to accept her present, very excited to see what’s inside. It’s a large box filled with all kinds of make-up, going from lipstick and eyeshadows palettes to more advanced theatre make-up. It is then revealed that Karen was her sister’s secret Santa.

Gifts are exchanged by the dozen, some having purchased more than one present, not just for the secret Santa but for their loved ones as well. Not only did Karen and Melinda both pitch in to get you a dress, they also joined forced to give you a gift certificate for the hairdresser so you can have your hair done for the theme party on Christmas Eve.

Nonetheless, the last remaining present under the Christmas tree is the present from your secret Santa. In lovely red and green wrapping, with a big golden bow on top, this gift is the smallest of all. Yet you don’t exactly mind, it’s not the size but rather the gesture that matters most. Upon opening the small package, you can feel all eyes on you and even hold in your breath in anticipation before the reveal.

And what a marvellous reveal it is. Inside the gift-wrapped box is a smaller, black box that holds the most magnificent golden necklace. It has two charms, one circle with your name engraved on it, and the other a tiny camera with a diamond for a lens. “It’s – It’s -,” you stutter as you’re unable to keep your eyes off the necklace. “It’s the best Christmas present I could’ve wished for. Thank you, secret Santa.”

You scan the room to find out who is your secret Santa, thinking it’s Ethan since you’ve known him the longest. But he just shakes his head with a playful smile and nods over to the brunet sitting next to you, sucking in a deep breath once you figure out it’s him. “You’re my secret Santa, Lance?,” you whisper affectionately, seeing Lance in an entirely new light.

“I am,” he mumbles back, nudging your nose with the tip of his finger as he laughs softly. “A gold necklace for my girl with a heart of gold. You really like it?”

“A gold necklace from a gold medallist. I love it.” Pressing a chaste kiss to Lance’s cheek, you express how happy you are with your present and how much it fills your heart with warmth to know that there is much more to Lance than meets the eye.

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Hi bby 💙💙 from the prompt list how about something with number 3 'A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.'

Maybe with Lance, bc there aren't enough Lance fics and your writing brings me joy☺☺

Love and happy thoughts always babes 😚😚

Lance fucking Tucker, ugh I love him. That hot asshole. Thanks for sending one in, my love. 🥺 I adore you 🥺🥰

You're walking around the Olympics arena as the spectators pile into the large room. Excitement flows through your veins as you think about performing again after being away for eight years.

A hand brushes against your lower back and you glance to your right to see Lance walk by you, his blue eyes checking you out. "Hey, Y/N," he smirks, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Lance," you mumble before walking away from him. There's twenty minutes until the first event starts and you've decided to kill your time by checking out the other competition.

One of the guys from the Canadian team starts walking towards you and your eyes widen once you recognize him. Shit. You internally curse and frantically look around, figuring out a way to evade him.

Your eyes meet Lance's and you let out a sigh before making your way towards him. "Kiss me," you breathe out, your hands grabbing a hold of his USA jacket.

The brunette wets his lips as his eyes take a quick glance at yours, one of his hands moving to your hips. "And why should I?" He whispers, feeling his breath fanning your lips.

"Please," you beg, looking over the man's shoulder to see your ex-boyfriend walking closer to the two of you. "I'll do anything you want if you just kiss me."

Lance raises an eyebrow for a quick second and grips the back of your neck before connecting your lips together. A moan escapes your throat at how soft his lips are, kissing him back immediately.

His hands slide around your waist before one hand squeezes your ass cheek. A squeal leaves your lips and you pull away from him, smacking his chest. "Don't touch my ass," you mutter, checking to see if your ex is still around.

A smirk comes to Lance's lips and takes a step towards you. "Oh, but you said you'd do anything, sweetheart," he reminds you and you let out a scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You're an asshole," you tell him and Lance winks at you before lifting your chin with his index finger.

His lips find yours again and you slowly drop your arms, hands finding their way back to his jacket. Lance bites your lower lip and pulls another moan from you.

"Hey! Get a room!" Someone yells, causing the two of you to pull away.

A blush covers your cheeks as you look around the building, seeing many eyes on both of you. You clear your throat before taking a few steps away from him, apologizing to the people around you.

Lance leans in and grazes his lips along the shell of your ear. "Come to my room tonight," he whispers and you shiver slightly. "We can make your ex a bit more jealous of who he thinks you're fucking."

You gulp and nod your head without hesitation, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. "O-Okay," you mumble and a deep chuckle leaves his lips.

"Good girl."

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ever after: rose petals and cursed castles (5) ✧ lance tucker

ever after ✧ a fairy tale anthology | ao3

pairing: beast!lance tucker x beauty!reader

summary: in which you are the beauty and lance tucker in the beast.

word count: 809

warnings?: implied smut, ok this one isn’t as good but i didn’t want to rehash the beauty and the beast plotline too much cause i have a fic coming out in october that does that lol, not proofread

ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a land far far away where a young woman lived with a horrible beast. She had lived with him for many months now, growing used to his temper tantrums and penchant for the dramatics. And he, too, grew used to her. The beast was once used to the solitude in which he lived, only talking to the enchanted furniture when necessary. He had been cursed to this life, and this life he would learn to live. Until, you came along. 

Your father had been found trespassing on his grounds, trying to take a single rose back to you. The beast had imprisoned him for his crimes. But, you came running for your father. Begged the beast to let him go, that you would take his place. It was an odd act of selflessness that the beast hadn’t seen before. And yet, he was moved by it, just enough to agree to your terms.

Things weren’t easy from there. Things like this never are. But, he eventually moved out of the dungeons and into your own room. Allowed you to eat meals with him, to join him on his walks around the grounds, to watch as he did tricks and jumps that a beast of his size should’ve never been able to do. Eventually, he even told you his name, told you to call him Lance. 

And you opened up to him, too. Told him about how you and your father had been ostracized from the town you lived in. About how you loved to read. You told him all of your favorite books, sometimes telling him the stories as best as you could remember. He liked it when you told him stories. But you eventually ran out. Your town didn’t have many books, you explained, and the ones that they did have weren’t given to you because you were a woman and “a woman wasn’t to read”. 

Lance almost felt like a fool when the idea struck him. How hadn’t he thought of it sooner? But, in his defense, he didn’t use his library often. He hadn’t since he was a boy. The shelves collected dust, until he decided to have it cleaned so that he may give it to you. 

Today was finally the day that it could be yours. 

After breakfast, Lance told you that he wanted to show you something. So you put your small hand into his large one, letting him lead you up to the library. 

“Where are we going?” you asked. 

“Shh, it’s a surprise,” he said. He stopped at the ornate double doors that opened into the library. “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready,” you said. 

He pushed the doors open, his eyes staying on you to watch your reaction. And, oh, he’s never felt joy quite the way he did when he saw your hand fly up to cover your mouth, the quiet gasp escaping, the way your eyes went all wide as they darted between the library and him. 

“Lance, it’s beautiful!”

“And it’s all yours,” he said, taking your hand again and leading you inside. “I would’ve given it to you sooner, but it was rather dusty, and I wanted to make sure that it—”

“It’s perfect,” you cried, wrapping your arms around him. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” you corrected, rising on your tippy toes and pulling his mouth down to yours so that you could kiss him.

The air seemed to change as you kissed him, swirled around you and enveloping the two of you together. And, slowly, it felt like you didn’t have to lean up as far. Almost as if Lance was shrinking. When you away, the beast no longer stood in front of you. No, it was a man with raven hair and pale blue eyes, a perfect smile curled across his face. 

“Lance, you—”

He looked down at his hands, as if he couldn’t believe they were his. “You broke the curse,” he breathed out. 

And then suddenly his arms were wrapped around you and he was lifting you into the air, spinning you round and round, laughing so loudly it echoed off the walls.

He set you back down on the ground, his hand going up to caress your face. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Y-You’re welcome, but I don’t understand what I did?”

“True love’s kiss. You broke the spell.”

“I’m your true love?”

“You are,” he said. “And I only know of one way to repay you for this.”

“And how’s that?”

“Why don’t you shimmy off those pretty panties you’re wearing and go sit on the couch over there?” he smirked. “Wanna give your other set of lips a few kisses, yeah?”

And so, YOU LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

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The Boss- Part 10

The Boss- Masterlist

Part 9

CEO!Sebastian Stan x CEO!Reader

Word Count: 2701

Warnings:  Romanian, fluff, angst

Summary: Y/N and Sebastian are co-CEOs of a successful company. Their relationship is not the best. It’s more a competition than anything. But eventually they’ll have to learn to cope with each other.

A/N: God, already part 10...can’t believe it and honestly don’t know how much more this will keep going on.

Sebastian took the object in his hands, inspecting the thing as if it was the weirdest gadget he had ever laid eyes on. He knew about them, but never actually had he seen one in real life or been close to one.  Sebastian took the breast shield, positioning it on his pectoral above his shirt; on his free hand was the motor, buttoning it to make it work he realized that it would not start functioning until he put some batteries in it.

“Sebastian!What are you doing? Put that down.” Her demand came in the form of a powerful whisper, her eyes moving around them to make sure no one on the store was paying attention to them. 

Sebastian immediately left the breast pump model on it’s shelve, feeling as if a little kid  that got caught by his mom doing something he was not supposed to.

“Are we going to get one of those?” He asked gripping the shopping cart’s handle and giving one last glance at the milk sucking object.

Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing one of the breast pumps and throwing it gently inside the metallic cart. “Yes, we are getting one of these and I hope you don’t start toying with it at  home.” She warned, walking ahead of him. 

Sebastian followed behind her, pushing the cart and waiting for her to make the next stop. The romanian’s blue eyes rested on her figure, his  gaze noticing her curves standing out in those tight black jeans. He bit his lower lip at the thought of the round ass that was under them, desiring to squeeze that soft flesh between the rough palms of his hands.

“Come here.” Y/N said to him. Sebastian’s mind left his horny side to concentrate on the moment. Leaving the cart, he moved beside her his eyes resting on the same spot hers were. They where surrounded by numerous cribs. “We need two.” 

“Two?Why two?” He asked utterly confused by her words. Y/N turned to him, his body already facing her waiting for an answer.

“We need a smaller one for the first months to keep the baby in my room, and a bigger one for when  James is big enough to be in the nursery.” Sebastian nodded, her words actually making sense. 

“ But James can stay in my room for the first months.” But as every time, his nature provoked him to argue with her.  His hands went into his front pockets, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh sorry, I didn't know that you could suddenly breast feed.” She sighed, resting a hand on his shoulder and looking up at him with mocking eyes.

“I can’t, but that’s what the breast pump is for, right?” Sebastian moved closer to her, mimicking her movements he rested his own hand on her shoulder. He had a good argument, but she was not going to give up on it.

“Yeah, and while we are at it, why don’t we have a shared custody, dropping James every week in each others room.” Her tone was bitter, eyes moving to his touch taking the hand off her.

“Okay, I have a solution to keep all of us happy.” Sebastian’s hands clasped together, his index fingers digging into his chin slightly. “I move to your room, that way we can both be with James at night and he does not have to be with the absence of a parent.” He delivered his idea like if it was the best suggestion he had ever had.

“Unbelievable.” The woman said under her breath. “How did your mind even thought that it would make me happy?.” She asked him, not really waiting for an answer just as a method to show him that she was not convinced with his proposition nor will she accept it.

Her legs made their way to one of the cribs, it was gray with white bars. The hudson crib could be transformed into a toddler bed once the baby was no longer in need of bars for protection. She smiled, her palms slipping the smooth surface of the edge. Y/N decided she wanted that one, being perfect for when James was not only a baby but a toddler too; and that way she could also save up some money. Because, having big amounts of money didn't mean having the need to spend it all. That point of viewing the way of handling her financial receives was something she had from her childhood. It was true, she did have a more than good financial position, but her nature was humble; preferring spending her money on actual useful things that in a new car every time she got tired of her old one, even though it still works perfectly. Y/N at first did not understand those people that had ten cars and kept going on buying them; but then, with the passing years working with that kind of people she understood: they liked showing to the world the power money had given them, in a way screaming that they were more than an ordinary civilian.

But not her, she never would be like that.

“This one.” She said loud enough for Sebastian to hear, letting their previous conversation to get lost. But Sebastian already had an answer for her previous question and did not want to leave the subject behind.

“I thought  that among all the people you could have ended up having a baby with and fake engaged to,  you were happy  it is me.” He whispered into her ear, with a smirk forming at the end of the reveal.

Sebastian’s words got caught up in her brain, reliving the moment she had decided to let that confession slip out of her mouth to his sleeping figure and now regretting it. Y/N was unable to make words come out of her mouth, her heart racing inside of her as a warning. Mind wondering why didn't he say anything until that moment, it had been three weeks since she thought her secret was safe with the dark of the night.

“Spune-mi draga mea, de ce esti fericită că sunt eu? (tell me darling, why are you happy that it’s me?).” He kept his closeness to her frame, harsh but gentle hands rubbing her sides, not caring about the people around them; for the public it would just look like a couple in love enjoying each others company.

Leaving that surprise which had took over her body, she regained her composure, slowly turning to face her -fake- fiancé. Y/N moved her arms to his shoulders, resting them there and playing with the hair on the back of his head. Giving people the impression that maybe the couple was talking about the different cribs, which one would look better on the baby’s nursery. She took advantage of it, her words coming out of her lips in his own native language, making sure no one would know what they were actually talking about.

“ Pentru că noi avem o istorie împreună, pentru că te cunosc și stiu cum esti. (Because we have a history together, because I know you and know how you are.)” Her words and external expression were steady, but her insides were shaking with rage and fear. She feared that he would take advantage of it, so she needed to make it seem as if it was nothing. “ Don’t take yourself over the moon, It is just because you are the only person that I actually know deep down to the bones, dragă.” 

A wining smile formed on her lips when she saw Sebastian swallowing dry and moving his eyes away from her with an annoyed and somehow hurt smirk; although, despite her words, he didn't believe her fully. He believed that she was glad it was him because of their past together,because she knew him all to well; but just as she knew him, he knew her. Because of that, he could read through her, seeing there was something more than what her surface and statements let out to the world.

Choosing to leave the matter alone, he followed her lead.

As a last action, she rested a kiss on his cheek and pulled away from him. “This crib, what do you think about it?” She acted like nothing was wrong. 

Sebastian cleared his throat, moved to the crib and stood with his head high. “It looks good.” He said resting his hand on the wooden material and smiling at her. 

With the cart full of baby clothes, a breast pump, diapers, pacifiers, baby bottles and many other things they both found relevant for the baby; the CEOs waited outside the store for a worker of the shop to come out with their crib and baby carriage. They had reached an agreement of buying just one crib and putting James’ nursery between their rooms, that way none of them would get to spend more or less time with the baby at night.

Sebastian took one of the little pairs of baby shoes, putting them on two of his fingers and staring to play around with them.

“ But look how cute these are.” His voice was full with amazement; moving his fingers in front of her as if they were puppets. 

She rolled her eyes for what felt as the millionth time in the last hours, Sebastian had been toying with almost every baby stuff he found cute or amusing in the store.

“Are you training my patience for when the baby arrives,Seb?” She asked rhetorically shaking her head, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her moving up and forming a small smile that she quickly tried hiding. “Wait, hold the shoes next to your face and smile.” Y/N said taking her phone out of her purse and opening the camera.

Sebastian did as told, pulling out the best smile he could. “ How sweet, you want memories of us shopping for the baby!” He said throwing the shoes in the cart and moving to her, gripping her cheeks as if she was an infant. 

“No.” She said grabbing his hands and moving them from her face. “I want a picture to put it on instagram, that’s what people do right? Share their lives on the internet; we need to seem as a real couple on every area.” The CEO caressed the spot where his fingers had previously been, feeling them still hot from his gripping.

Sebastian crossed his arms on his chest resting his body on his car behind him, he saw two employees coming out of the shop’s warehouse with their now belongings. The romanian gave Y/N the car keys, she opened the car’s trunk seeing Sebastian approach the workers and helping them get the crib and baby carriage on the car. They said their thank yous to the workers and left the place.

“The board has me on my nerves.” Y/N annoyingly said rubbing her temples and sinking her body more into the comfortable couch. “They always complain that we have to keep up with your father’s ideas and they are so old and have this way of thinking that keeps making us fall backwards. I hate them, can’t we just fire them?”

Sebastian from the other end of the long furniture turned his gaze from the TV to her. Y/N had one of the light gray pillows on her holding, pressing it against her chest and chin resting on it.

“No we can’t, because they are part of the reason we are where we are Y/N.” The mother of his child sighed at his words and playfully threw the pillow at him. He caught it in the air, preventing it from hitting him. “I find it enervating too. We should do something to make it clear that we are the ones that rule the company now, not my father.” 

It was hard for them to keep the board happy, they were so loyal to his father and the initial project he had for the company; but those days had passed and they still put up a fight every time Sebastian and Y/N came up with new suggestions because  the two CEOs were young and had  modern minded points of view.

She moved from her laying position and rested her body weight on her knees. “ Sebastian that is brilliant!” She said with excitement thinking of something to make the company’s name remind people of them and not of Mr. Stan. 

The bulb lighted up inside her brain. “We should create a charity, give a percentage of our incomes to people in need, help kids all over the world get an education and prevent people from starving.” Her eyes connected with his ocean like ones, interviewing her hands as if she was praying waiting for him to say yes.

Sebastian smiled at her, finding her idea appealing he nodded, agreeing with it. “ The charity would not just help people, it will help the company too.” The man said standing up from the couch. “We should also turn some aspect of the business environmentally friendly, it would bring to us new companies to work with and our benefits and names will go up.” It took him so much not to jump in the spot as a little kid from excitement.

She was about to say something when she felt a sudden pressure in her belly. Her eyebrows frowning in confusion and her gaze going down to the spot not realizing what was happening. Y/N saw a part of her belly outstanding from it’s round shape and felt the pushing. 

“Oh my god.” She gasped unbelievingly, tears rushing out of her eyes.

Sebastian’s gaze met her figure, alarmed by her words and tears run to her and rested his hands on her shoulders.

“Y/N, are you okay? It’s the baby okay?” He asked worried briefly looking down and her belly and then back again at her beautiful features. 

She just nodded, lifting her eyes from her body to meet with his and trying to make the words come out of her lips to calm him down. Sebastian was breathing heavily, concerned for her health and the baby's.

“It’s kicking...” She said faintly, her voice recovering from the sudden joyful surprise. “The baby, James’ kicking, Seb.” Y/N finally managed to say between warm tears.

Her words took some moments to reach Sebastian’s mind and comprehend them, small ‘whats’ coming out of his throat. Realization hit him when she lifted her shirt over her belly and took his hand in hers resting it on her naked growing bump. Sebastian felt it, the strong kick of his son through her skin.

“I-I think he liked our ideas.” Y/n said with happiness on her tone and giggles escaping her mouth. 

Sebastian’s eyes made their way continuously between the spot where both their hands rested and her eyes. He smiled resting a kiss on her cheek and lowered his head to her stomach caressing the smooth skin.

“Hey James, it’s your dad. We gave you a name since the last time I talked to you. I think I should talk to you more often, so you know me, what do you think, buddy?”  Sebastian waited to see if something would happen, and his expectations were fulfilled, James kicked again. They both smiled. Y/N looked down at him, realizing that she would never get used to seeing Sebastian talk to her belly, to the baby inside her. “ Listen, we bought you some clothes, they are the cutest.” She laughed at his words. “Talk to you later, bud.I love you.” He softly whispered into her skin, kissing the spot where their son had previously pushed.

“You dork.” Y/N smirked pulling her shirt back down. Sebastian sat beside her, arm  wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her body closer to his. She found herself resting her head on his shoulder letting his free hand rub her bump.

“It appears that we have the approval of our son, what else do we need to make our position clear?” It melted her hear every time she head him talking about James as their son. Every thing in the last  months was about them, not him and her separately, just them as one. She oddly found comfort in it.

“It’s damn time to make it ours.” She solemnly said hiding her face in the crook of his neck and letting his cologne drown her.

Part 11

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This is my first Lance Tucker - and Sebastian Stan in general - fic, so I hope it pleases Seb fans!!! All being well, I have two more Lance Tucker fics in the works, so let me know what you think! x

Warning(s): Infrequent language

Word count: 1,462

Back handspring, vault, double twist, blind landing.

You know you can make two-and-a-half twists, but you don’t have the energy. You’ve been doing this all morning. Chalk dust billows around you, making you cough as you take a deep breath in to center yourself.

Sometimes it’s not how good you are, but how bad you want it.

Your former coach’s words whirl through your mind. If he hadn’t pushed you this far, you’d never have known how much you’re capable of. You were headed for the Olympics, and the thought both terrified and excited you. Don’t fuck this up. You’ve got this.

So, you try again. And again. And again. Until you feel your muscles give out. You drop from the vaulting table with an echoing thud, face down into the mat. For the first time, you’re doing this on your own. All you have is a memory of Coach Hoffman. After his death a year ago, you thought about taking a break. It hit you hard. You pushed yourself through purgatorial practice. All you had was the support of your parents – and all they could do was watch from the side-lines. You haul yourself up and head to your locker, fighting back tears.

At the dinner table, you pick at your plate, barely talking. You go to bed early and wake up later than usual. The feeling of hopelessness chips away at the veneer of optimism you’ve painted on your brain. The support of your team means nothing. It’s part of the package deal. You’ve always had each other’s backs. But all eyes were on you now.

On Monday morning, you’re back at the training facility.

The team stands together, and as you reach your hand into the circle, you feel an electric jolt of courage. You’ve done it once. You can do it again.

Back handspring, vault, two-and-a-half twists, blind landing.

The balance beam is more than just a piece of equipment now, it’s your life, your career. One slip and everything falls away.

Back handspring, back handspring, double somersault.

Your mind is clear, and you’ve executed it perfectly. The team whoops and applauds. Finally, you can breathe again. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice booms across the gymnasium.

“Awesome! Great job!” He applauds, walking towards you. He’s tall, his dark hair slicked back, his full lips quirked up, emphasizing the dimple in his chin. “Those judges won’t know what hit ‘em.” He winks, and your heart slams against your chest. He extends a hand. “Lance Tucker. I’m your new coach.”

Lance. Goddamn. Tucker. The biggest thing to happen to Amherst since Obama drank at Ziggy’s.

The whole team is in a funk. There are shocked, gaping mouths, darting, smirking glances – and he’s relishing all of it. You fall back in line and follow everyone into the locker room. The excitement flares up, and just as quickly, the air is thick and tense, the pressure building. You’re being held to a gold standard. As you sling your gym bag over your shoulder and zip up your track jacket, your cheeks flush and you feel a wave of pride wash over you. It really meant something to have Coach Hoffman’s support, but now you feel truly seen. And there’s a part of you that wants Lance to see beyond your skills. Because even though you know you shouldn’t, you want to see beyond his.

It took a few days to warm up to Lance. You’d heard he was an asshole, and you could see exactly why. He had a harsh tongue and rough hands, he had no qualms grabbing you by the shoulders and giving you a little shake. It wasn’t abusive, though. You could tell it was frustration, but there was a glimmer of fondness in his eyes.

At the end of the first week with him, you’re sitting on the balance beam. Lance struts over, headphones draped around his neck.

“You did good today.” He juts his chin in a half-nod.

“I don’t know…” You dip your head down “I almost screwed up that first rotation.”

Lance leans against the balance beam, his other hand on his hip. “Stop second-guessing yourself. You’re headed for the fuckin’ Olympics. Doesn’t that say enough?”

It sounded rational coming from him. And it made a rush of heat pass through you. Knuckles white from gripping the beam, you push yourself off, stretch your fingers and turn to face him.

“I think they picked the wrong woman.” You twist your lips in self-deprecation.

“I don’t.” The intensity of Lance’s gaze forces you to lock eyes with him. His mask is clearly slipping a little. “I know it’s been a hard year, and I’m just some asshole who’s taking over everything, but I want you to know that I know you can do this. I mean it.” He lays a hand on your shoulder, lightly squeezing.

“Thanks, I guess.” You fight a shrug.

“You guess?”

“Okay. Thank you, Lance.” You feign confidence.

“That’s more like it.” Lance winks. “You really need to learn how to take a compliment. You’re gonna be getting a lot of them.” He clicks his tongue and walks away, leaving you with just as much fire inside as before. These one-on-one sessions were both a blessing and a curse.

On your way out of the gym, just as you’re fumbling for your keys, Lance materializes beside you.

“Jesus, what, are you stalking me?”

“Depends on the definition.” Lance pops his chewing gum and spits it into a passing trash can.

You cringe. “I can walk to my car by myself, thanks.”

“I know,” he twirls his headphone cord like a lasso “maybe I could give you a lift sometime. Save you the gas money.” He swivels, stopping you in your tracks. “Then we could go out for drinks?”

You roll your eyes.

He puts his hands up. “Hey, purely professional. No catch.”

“Sure.” You haul your bag strap off your shoulder, keys in hand, and press the unlock button.

“Okay.” Lance’s arm is draped over the roof of the car. He rolls his tongue in his cheek. “I think you’re talented. No question.” He drums his fingers against the metal. “I also think you’re hot. Is that a crime?”

“This coming from the guy who got his last star gymnast pregnant and fucked off halfway across the state for a few months? Wasn’t that a crime?” You scoff, one foot in the door.

“That was blown out of proportion. I was judging a competition. It was bad timing.”

“A likely story.”

You begin pulling out of the parking lot. Lance walks around the hood and knocks on the window. You try your hardest to stay strong and keep it closed, but the third knock wears you down.

“One drink. That’s all. Come on.”

Without a word, the window slides back up, and you drive away, leaving Lance in the middle of the parking lot.

“Come on!” He yells, throwing his arms out before placing them on his hips and kicking at the gravel.

You hate to admit it, but it felt good to leave him in the dust.

Surprisingly, it’s easier than you expect to keep your teammates in the dark. You’re usually the first to give in to gossip about your love life - if you could even call this part of your love life. It’s a situation that needs to be handled. You just don’t know how. But you know you have to figure it out on your own. Fast. You weren’t going to walk away with bronze because of Lance goddamn Tucker.

As you settle into bed that night, your eyes flick up to the ceiling. You watch the fan whirring, and the spinning cord reminds you of Lance’s headphones. His smug grin. His firm grip.

Maybe it was all the teasing, but there was definitely something about him that, in spite of everything, charmed you. Sure, he put you on edge. He made your stomach lurch like you were launching into a Roundoff every time he walked in the room. But he saw you.

That phrase pops into your head again.

It’s not how good you are, it’s how bad you want it.

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you scroll frantically and hover over his name, tapping before you have the chance to change your mind.

“One drink. That’s all. Don’t get too cocky.”

“I knew you’d cave eventually.”

“Spoke too soon.” You turn onto your side to take a sip of water from the glass on the nightstand. “Friday night. After practice.”

“It’s a date.” You can hear the smirk.

“Whatever, Lance.” You end the call and throw your phone across the bed in defeat.

It was only one drink. What’s so bad about one drink?

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A thirst for whiskey and gold (4)

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Pairing: Lance Tucker x photographer!plus size!reader

Warnings: Mentions of adoption.

Word count: 6k

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

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

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You’re meeting up in the diner about two blocks from Lance’s place. He promised they have the best pancakes in town, so you agreed to have breakfast together and bury the hatchet along with it. The diner is completely deserted except for a family with three kids sitting in one of the booths at the window. The three of them remind you of Ethan and his brothers, but there are some features of the eldest that also trigger memories from James, with his wild blue eyes excited to explore the world of the diner.

The waitress gives you a big, toothy smile as she hands you the menu, telling you to take a seat wherever you want. After probably scanning the menu for the fourth time already, Lance finally arrives at the diner, about fifteen minutes late. He takes off his mittens as he rubs his hands together to keep warm, glad to have escaped the mild snowfall outside. His eyes gaze at you with intense delight once he spots you and struts over to your booth.

“You made it,” he says with a sense of surprise as he slides in the seat across from you. You smile softly at him with a nod as you hand him the menu. He’s barely got time to make a decision before the waitress is there to take your order, giggling at Lance with that sparkle in her eyes every girl seems to possess whenever they’re ogling him.

“I’ll have the banana pancakes with maple syrup,” Lance orders with a hum as he has yet to decide which milkshake he wants. “And a cookie crunch milkshake, please.”

The girl shoots him another flirty smile before taking your order. “I’ll have the blueberry pancakes with chocolate sauce and…  euhm… the cookie crunch milkshake, too, please.”

Lance hands her back the menu and her fingers momentarily graze his, prompting you to roll your eyes at her giddy laugh while she walks back to the counter, swaying her hips as to inspire Lance’s lusty behaviour. Lance is obviously used to all this attention by now, but you aren’t and it makes you very uncomfortable, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap as you try to avoid that look of utter rapture Lance is giving you.

He reaches out over the table, a gentle tone to his voice. “Hey, don’t be nervous.” A tingling feelings goes through his body when his fingertips graze the skin of your hands and he can’t help but wonder if you felt it too.

Your skin heats up the moment he touches you and you quickly pull your hands back in your lap. Locking eyes with the gymnast as you eventually look up, your face falls in embarrassment as you notice the black eye you gave him five days ago. As if reading your mind, Lance tells you it’s okay. “I deserved it,” he chuckles warmly, “I was a jerk. I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”

“Thanks for meeting up with me,” you whisper lightly after the waitress arrives with your orders and Lance insists to pay for everything, much to your astonishment.

“You don’t need to thank me, really, it’s nothing,” Lance replies with a cheeky grin as he settles in across from you. He notices your blush almost instantly, taking pride in the fact that he is the cause of your flustered appearance. “So let’s start with why you wanted to meet up,” he asks with that cocky smirk still plastered on his face.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be here because, well, look at you…” He swipes his tongue across his lips as he takes you in, biting your lower lip while suddenly feeling very self-conscious under his gaze.

He is really enjoying being the reason you are stuttering just a little when you reply. “I’ve – I’ve heard a lot about you. I – I know all about your reputation,” you smile back, determined not to let yourself be intimidated by his flirty behaviour. Yet you still can’t quite believe he’s sitting right in front of you. He’s so handsome, that much you already knew, but behind the charming façade, is there also a good heart?

“I wanted to talk to you. See how you wanna go from here,” you reply earnestly after sipping from your milkshake. “You’re my soulmate, I wanna get to know you.” The blueberry pancakes is a dish straight from heaven and you moan at the taste of the cookie crunch milkshake.

Lance also takes a sip from his milkshake, watching you curiously, mindful to keep his infamous grin tugging at his lips as it has always been sort of a safety blanket to him. Putting down his cutlery, Lance crosses his arms over his chest in defence.

“Look, Y/N, I am not the kind of guy to take girls out on a date. Most girls don’t even expect me to take them out on a date. They just wanna have a good time, maybe a couple drinks or go dancing for a while, but in the end all they want from me is sex.”

As soon as he finishes that last sentence, all your appetite is gone. Swallowing thickly to get the lump out of your throat, you eat the last of your blueberry pancakes and fall back into your seat. “So if you’re not the kind of guy to go on dates, then what kind of guy are you then?”

“I’m the kind of guy that also wants to get to know his soulmate,” Lance sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I just want to get to know you, Y/N, that’s it. I wanna do whatever you wanna do. You wanna go ice skating? Then we’ll go ice skating. You wanna hang out at the gym and have me teach you a couple tricks? Then we’ll hang out at the gym. Really, I’ll do whatever you want as long as I get to spend more time with you.”

There’s a heavy silence weighing down on you as Lance pushes his plate and milkshake away from him, leaning with his elbows on the table as he watches you intently. After a couple minutes of careful consideration, you know what you want but you don’t know if he’ll be up for it. Regardless, you take the leap of faith, thinking that nothing will be able to surprise you now that you’ve found your true soulmate in Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker.

“I wanna shoot you,” you blurt out shyly, your cheeks tinting a vibrant shade of red. “With my camera. I wanna photograph you,” you correct yourself.

Carding his fingers through his messy hair, he feels his brown locks are still wet from the snowflakes. He really likes this girl, even though he has no idea why. Maybe it’s a soulmate thing, maybe it’s because he’s already fucked most girls in town and she’s something fresh. But then her eyes light up as she speaks about her job as a photographer and he recognises that same passion, that very same fire that has helped him achieve all those medals and all his fame. Perhaps you two aren’t so different after all.

“My editor tells me that I think too much outside the box, that my pictures aren’t mainstream enough so that I have to come up with a new concept if I want to keep my job. And you’re an Olympic gold medallist and competing again at next year’s Olympics, right?”

Lance raises an eyebrow at you as he listens to your every word. “So I was thinking that maybe we can help each other out. I have new photographs to show my editor and save my career, and you get the be in the spotlight again.”

At first Lance is taken aback by your boldness, but then the idea starts to grow on him and he agrees quickly. “Okay, I’m in.” He doesn’t need any further details because if he is being very honest with himself, he has already known his answer from the moment he sat down across from you.

“You’re in?,” you squeak in confusion, overjoyed and also intrigues by his sudden willingness. “So it’s okay? You’re in?”

“I’m in,” he smirks at your surprised reaction. He guesses it’s a little unusual how he agreed so quickly. But then again, Lance Tucker doesn’t do what other people expect him to do. He plays by his own rules. And right now he wants to get to know this girl better.

“If you want me, you gotta respect that I have a very strict training schedule. I can’t move any of the appointments, but I do have a gym session in an hour that is open for aspiring gymnasts. You wanna tag along?”

The brunet looks at you with a genuine smile, cockily winking at you when he sees your cheeks turning pink again, pulling his walls back up. “I just gotta pick up my gym bag at my apartment. You’re welcome to walk with me, it’s not that far. Or we can meet up at the gym if you don’t wanna walk all the way through the snow.”

You’re again a little intimidated by the teasing tone of his voice, but you don’t allow yourself to be distracted by it too much. He probably does this with every girl he meets. “No, it’s fine. I like the snow, I just don’t like driving through it,” you smile kindly, enthusiasm coursing through your veins at this new endeavour.

You notice he is pleased with your answer and that it obviously strokes his ego, but there’s also a glint of surprise to be detected in those baby blues. “Not ready to be away from me, are you?,” he asks you smugly, gauging your reaction, before he bursts into hearty laughter.

Biting his lower lip, he glances at you through his eyelashes, the cocky tone every present as he continues.   “Fair enough. Let’s go,” he concludes and gets up from his seat, waiting for your to finish wrapping yourself up in a warm scarf before leading you outside, his hand resting on the small of your back as he bids goodbye to the waitress.

As you leave the diner, you unintentionally bump into him, your hands brushing and that unfamiliar electricity running down your spine. Instead of moving away, you gravitate towards him and it confuses you as much as Lance confuses you too. Categorising it as a soulmate thing, you apologise quietly yet wonder what it would feel like if you were to touch again. But you’re too afraid to make this too complicated. It’s too soon to tell if you really want to spend the rest of your life with this man, even if he is your true soulmate, so you push all feelings you might have away to the back of your mind.

The walk to his apartment is silent, very silent. Almost too silent. Lance wants to hold your hand but his mind is debating against it. He, too, is intimidated by your choice to go with him to his gym. You’re calling his bluff, increasing his attention for and attraction to you.

As for you, you’re extremely put back by his forward attitude, obvious cockiness and inappropriate sexual innuendos, momentarily hesitating and contemplating your options, second-guessing your decision to tag along. All those athletic, thin and undoubtedly beautiful girls will make you feel so insecure, even though you love your curves. But does Lance love them as well you wonder.

And then it happens again, your hands brush once more and Lance sucks in a silent breath as he feels that same, tingling sensation take over him. Yet again you move away from him very quickly, leaving Lance feeling a little empty inside. He doesn’t know why you were so distant but he is determined to find out.

“So… do soulmates hold hands, ya think?,” he chuckles while taking a long stride to be side by side with you. “I’m just wondering…”

“Well, I guess that’s what soulmates do…?,” you admit softly, remembering the first time you held hands with James, not long after you’d found out he had experience the soulmate flashes. “But you don’t have to hold my hand. I don’t want to invade your personal space or something,” you add immediately.

The thought of Lance holding your hand does excite you, but you’re too much of a worrier to say anything else about it as you walk up the stairs to his apartment. Lance fishes out the key while he asks you to tell him a bit more about yourself.

“I don’t know what else to tell you about myself that you might not already know. I’m a photographer. I was born and raised in San Francisco. I have a brother Jake that’s one year older than me. He still lives in San Francisco. I moved to New York for my job and then back to San Francisco, which eventually led me to Ohio.”

They enter his apartment all the while Lance listens intently to you talk. “So you’re quite the traveller, too, hm?”

He locks eyes with you and his heartbeat increases at the intensity soaring between you both.  He has never had this much trouble keeping up his cocky facade that he carries around with him at all times. He has only known you for a couple days and he is already intoxicated by your presence.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you confirm, gazing into those blue eyes. There seems to be a gravitational pull between the two of you, so naturally you’re a little disappointed that Lance is the first to break eye contact.

You clear your throat as he looks away, taking in your surroundings. “You can wait here,” he says, waving his hand to his living room. “My bag’s in my room. I’m going to change there to make things easier for us. Why don’t you tell me a bit more about soulmates, too?,” he calls out while walking down the hall to his bedroom. He leaves his door open a crack so he can still hear you. And of course, Lance Tucker ain’t shy.

“Euhm… I don’t know much about soulmates either to be honest. I know that soulmates experience flashes of their future when they first kiss.” From the small opening of the door, you can see Lance pull his shirt over his head, his ripped abs on full display. Already blushing like a tomato, you catch a glimpse of his infamous tattoo as well. “And like a decade or two ago, soulmates had soul marks too. It was like extra proof that they were soulmates. There’s also apparently a difference between true soulmates and soulmates… I don’t know if you heard of that before?”

“No, I haven’t. I’m a bit  in the dark on all that soulmate stuff.”

Your eyes wander to his bedroom door again of their own volition and you can’t help but gape at him as he’s changing trousers, briefly forgetting about all modesty. “So yeah,” you cough awkwardly, averting your eyes before he catches you staring, “That’s basically all I know about soulmates.”

The brunet wets his lips as he thinks back to their kiss. “Do you wanna play truth or dare?,” he queries promptly, that cocky tone finding its way back into the conversation. He chuckles to himself as he finishes up lacing his shoes and grabs his gym bag.

He meets you back in his living room, smirk plastered on his face, yet avoiding your eyes when you acknowledge his presence. How was he going to keep this up while spending the day with you? Every second he’s with you feels like he’s in a trance. Why do you even want to spend time with someone with a reputation like his? Even though you are soulmates, you are gorgeous and beyond intelligent. You’d never go for a player like he is known to be. He can’t even begin to describe how you make him feel. All he knows is that there is something special about this girl, apart from you being his soulmate.

You pull up your walls when he doesn’t even look at you after exiting the bedroom, his question still reeling in your mind. Nothing good has ever come from that game, yet you find yourself nodding a silent yes once he offers you his hand and pulls you up from the sofa. There’s that spark again but before you can tear your hand away, he keeps a firm grip on your hand and gives it a little squeeze.

“You go first or I go first?,” you ask softly, expecting him to let go of your hand by now. But he doesn’t and even moves closer to you, so close you can see the specks of grey in his blue eyes. Taking a step back only causes him to take another step towards you.

He’s all over the place, crazy enough to believe this game of truth or dare will help him understand his feelings towards you. Lance doesn’t want to let you step away from him, meeting your eyes with another question. “Truth or dare?” There’s no way you want to go first, but Lance isn’t going to let this chance go.

“I always go for truth,” you stammer, “But I guess this time I might go for dare. So,” you exhale sharply. “Dare. Give me a dare, Lance.”

Your eyes challenge him, or at least they try to as insecurity is seeping through every quiet moment that you share with him. You’re afraid of what he might ask you to do, especially since his smile only grows after your reply. Of course it does.

Grateful that you chose dare, he smiles widely at you. “Good choice,” he whispers inches away from your lips. “I dare you to kiss me.” He licks his lips once more, glancing from your eyes to your lips and back, entwining your hands. He moves his free hand to tuck a hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek, eager for that kiss.

“Oh shit,” you mutter under your breath, inaudible to Lance’s ears. You’re about to panic when he brushes that stray strand of hair behind your ear and you relax into his touch.

Lance’s thumb caresses your cheek and his plump lips look so kissable. You could just slap him again and tell him he’s crossing a line. You could just tear her eyes away from his lips and… “Oh, fuck it,” you breathe out before pressing a chaste kiss to his soft lips, forgetting about everything in that fleeting moment where even Lance is taken aback by your own boldness.

Afraid you’ll break he kiss before you give yourself the chance to enjoy it, Lance presses his lips to yours harder. He isn’t letting you get away that easily, going in for a second kiss when he swears there’s electricity sparking between your lips. Unlocking your fingers to place a hand around your waist, the gesture allows you to give in to Lance’s wish for a kiss.

Usually he’d push for a little tongue but now he just wants to hold you close, kissing you softly as he can’t help but smile into the kiss. “Wow,” he breathes out as you smile sweetly at him.

The kiss made your heart flutter, especially when he pulled you close to his chest, keeping you secure in his arms. Standing on the tip of your toes, you peck his cheek just because you feel like it, because you want to share this tenderness with him. You’re searching his eyes, silently trying to figure out how he feels about this sudden development.

“I’m not like the other girls,” you tell him sternly, hoping the message is clear. You can’t catch feelings for him if he’s just going to use you up and break your heart. Yet the gentle press of his lips on yours lingers, making you doubts everything you know about him. You quite appreciate this soft side of him. Sure, the cockiness has its charms too, but you’re more interested in what lies underneath.

“I know. You definitely aren’t like the other girls,” he assures you, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his cheek. He can’t bring himself to let you go, everything feels just right with his arms around you.

“It’s my turn,” you whisper gingerly,” Truth or dare.”

It doesn’t last long before he slips back into his cocky demeanour. “I pick dare, too. Lance Tucker never backs down from a dare,” he tells you with a wink.

You lay your hands to rest on his firm chest, your face still so close your noses almost touch. “I dare you to tell me the truth,” you whisper to his lips, looking up at him innocently through thick eyelashes. “Why? Why does Lance Tucker, a man of gold and silver, have any interest in me? You don’t care for soulmates, you said so yourself…” Taking a deep breath, you shyly avert your eyes. “This… this isn’t all just for show, right?”

Lance squints his eyes, looming at her in disbelief. “I never said that I didn’t care for soulmates, I just said that I don’t know much about it.”

“I don’t know what it is, Y/N, but I just know I want you. Not just because you’re my soulmate. Of course that’s got something to do with it too. No, I want you, I really want you, because you’re everything I’ve always dreamt of. Tell me, does this feel like I’m pretending to you?,” he asks you before pressing his lips to yours once more in a heated kiss, putting a little more passion into it than last time.

Pulling away to lock eyes with you, he cups your face in his hands. “I’m sure you know my reputation but you sought me out anyway. You reached out first, remember?”

He looks at you with sincere eyes, his gym plans long forgotten as his attention goes back and forth from your lips to your eyes. He has no idea what you could be thinking, but he wouldn’t blame you if you ran. “I didn’t think I’d be so captivated by you. I don’t want to play games with you, I just want to get to know you and see where this goes.”

“I know – I – I wanna see where this goes, too. I usually don’t kiss with guys I’ve only know for a couple days. But with you… I don’t give a fuck. I just want to kiss you.” Crashing your lips to his again, you emphasise your statement. Your fingers dance their way into his hair as you swallow the soft moans you draw from his lips.

“It’s because we’re soulmates. But it’s also because I might… want… us to be soulmates,” you promise as you gently break the kiss, his lips following after yours as you pull away slightly. “So let’s figure this out…”

You pause, wanting to say “if we can be together” but unsure if it’s the right thing to say, you eventually settle for “figure out if we’re good together and make this soulmate thing work”.

Lance could kiss you forever and it still wouldn’t be enough for him, overjoyed by your words filling his heart with a feeling that might resemble the beginning of love. “Like I said, I’m in. I’m fully in. You just tell me what you need from me,” the brunet mumbles you as his lips find your neck. “You are the photographer after all…”

Sucking in a deep breath when he nips at your sweet spot, he smiles victoriously for having found a weakness. “But I believe I’m next… Truth or dare, Y/N,” he whispers against your skin.

You sigh softly as his lips ghost over your pulse point, your heartbeat increasing rapidly. “I pick truth.”

Running your fingers over his plump, kiss-swollen lips, Lane smiles tenderly at you, happy you’ve picked truth even though it’s considered to be the safe choice sometimes. “Truth. Okay.”

He can’t help himself but he needs you to admit it, he needs you to admit that you love the way he makes that red blush rise up to your neck and cheeks. “Today’s about getting to know each other, right?,” he murmurs while placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Lance guides you back to the couch, sincerity in his voice as his fingers glide over your cheek and he looks deeply into your eyes. “Now for that truth.” His eyes glisten with mischief as he thinks about his question. “Is it true that when I kiss you here,” he whispers while doting feather light kisses down your neck and collar bone. “I can get you to go out with me?”

His breath ghosts over your skin, cradling your face in his hands as he gazes into those beautiful eyes again. “To dinner, a movie, whenever, wherever you want,” he rushes out, still afraid you would come to your senses and run out of here at any given moment.

Your heart skips a beat at his question, your eyes opening again to lock with his as you briefly closed them when he kissed your forehead. As he trails a path of kisses down your skin, butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach. “Yes,” you agree almost instantly. “Yes, I like it when you kiss me there and yes, I’ll go out with you. But I thought you weren’t the kind of guy to go out on dates?”

“I might’ve said something along those lines… But for you, I wanna make an exception.”

He dips his head to kiss you again but you stop him halfway. “Anything with wine is perfect. But first, truth or dare?,” you whisper slowly to his lips as they touch when you speak, prompting a chuckle from his lips as he feels the vibrations of your words resonate through them.

“Truth,” he hums as he presses his lips to yours while pulling you into his lap.

You smile in surprise when you hear Lance Tucker picks truth over dare. Lacing your arms around his neck, you make your boldest move so far. “Does that mean I am your girl?”

He pulls back to look at you with a smile that actually reaches his eyes. “Y/N, I want nothing more for you to be mine.” He kisses you deeply only to be interrupted by the loud buzzing of his phone. “Crap,” he curses as he realises he was supposed to be at the gym half an hour ago for his gym session with Maggie.

“Maggie, one of the girls I coach, is rescheduling seeing I’m not at the gym.” Normally he’d be angry about this setback since he’s known for being prompt, but with this setback also comes a major advantage. “Looks like I’m all yours today after all,” he winks at you while putting his phone down on the coffee table, screen side up.

“Would you like something to drink? Water, wine, tequila?,” he offers as he heads towards the kitchen, unaware of his phone lighting up to reveal several unanswered texts from Maggie and various women he’s bedded.

“Water if it’s just a chat, wine if it’s a date,” you chuckle, allowing yourself to slip into a happy daze. As he’s in the kitchen taking out some glasses, his phone buzzes again on the table.

You’re not the kind of girl to read a guy’s text messages, but as your eyes unintentionally wander to the screen, your mouth runs dry and you swallow thickly. At least a dozen girls, including this Maggie he’s training, have sent him numerous sexy texts and steamy pictures over the past couple days.

The familiar sting of tears resurfaces but you tell yourself you won’t cry in front of Lance, especially not in front of Lance. So you suck it up and put on a straight face. Nevertheless, Lance can feel there’s something off as the mood has changed considerably once he strolls back into the living room with two glasses and a bottle each of red and white wine.

“I wasn’t sure which you preferred so I brought both,” he says while setting everything down on the coffee table. “Red or white?” He turns to look at you, taking in the battle of emotions your expression is giving off. “Y/N? Is there something wrong?” He grabs your elbow to prevent you from turning away, gulping audibly as he figures this it is, you’ve come to your senses about him.

“So it’s a date, hm?,” you smile wryly before you snap out of your stoic appearance, the cracks shining through as you collide into his chest. “I know who you are and still I’m falling for you. I can’t help it. Yet all those girls who’ve been sending you these texts and pictures… you obviously slept with all of them, didn’t you? Didn’t you?!”

You shake your head, deciding it’s pointless to wait for his answer. “Lance, let’s be clear here. Soulmate or not, I’m not going to sleep with you.”

He doesn’t push you to look at him when you avoid his eyes but it does feel like a punch to the gut when you question him once more. He’s not sure why, after all his reputation is common knowledge. He’s got the choice to be arrogant, the person they’ve made him out to be, but in the short amount of time you’ve wrapped him around your finger and it makes him want to do everything in his power to keep you in his life.

“Y/N, I haven’t responded to a single of those girls. I don’t want to, I want you. I want you even if that comes with many cold showers.” He chuckles, grabbing your chin softly to meet his eyes, laughing but you can tell he’s being honest. “I’ll only take what you give me, but don’t pretend you weren’t ogling my tattoo earlier,” he winks at her before lacing her fingers with his own.

“Can’t blame a girl for being curious,” you grin at your own words, warming up a little more. He’s not lying, you can tell by the look in his eyes, so you make the jump. “I feel like white wine today.”

“And snuggling on the couch, stealing a couple kisses…” You stop momentarily, the playful tone to your voice turning serious. “Just don’t go too fast. I wanna take this one step at a time. Not too much touching. I know you probably want to, but if you want to be with me for real, you’re going to have to play by my rules.”

Lance is definitely not used to letting go of the reigns but he has no other choice if he wants to prove to you that he can change. “I’m in,” he repeats those words again and again. Smiling at you, he presses a kiss to your temple before he unlinks your fingers and pours the both of you a glass of white wine. He passes one of the glasses to you and sips of his own, sitting back and gently pulling your back to his chest.

“Is this okay?,” he asks you as his lips press another kiss to the crown of your head, the faint music from the jazz club down the street reaching your ears.

“More than okay,” you hum contently as you settle into his arms, wearing a soft smile when he kisses your hair and then that sweet spot underneath your ear. “Tell me a bit more about yourself, Lance. Not what other people say about you, but your own story.”

You turn your head so you can kiss the corner of his mouth, lips curling into a smirk. You might have him wrapped around your finger, you definitely don’t want to ask too much because you can never be sure if he’s totally enamoured with you or just very infatuated. Hopefully you’re not asking too much, hopefully he’ll stay faithful.

“There’s another kiss in it for you if you make me laugh,” you joke, winking playfully, trying to keep the mood light and your heart and mind focused on the positive, thoughts of James looming over your head. Should you feel ashamed that you’re letting Lance in so easily? That he makes you feel things you’ve never felt before, not even when you were with James?

He smirks when he feels her lips on the side of his mouth. This girl is intoxicating and he'd never felt this content just holding a woman before. "Hmmm...let me see… I really hate peas." He couldn’t help but laugh when he looked back down at you, the look on your face telling him it wasn't at all what you meant by your question although you are a bit amused.

"Okay. Okay. I've never told anyone this but… I'm adopted." He says the last part so quietly you almost miss it.

You put down her glass of wine on the table and take Lance’s, too, setting it down next to yours. Turning your body towards his, you cup his cheek in the palm of your hand, her thumb caressing his soft skin. He doesn’t look at you, awakening even more concern. “Thank you for confiding in me, Lance. But you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. Just know I’m here for you.”

He tries to smile back but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore, still avoiding yours, your heart breaking for this man you care for. Lance hears what you’re saying but he knows if he doesn't tell you now while he's opened those walls, they will shoot back up and close him off from you forever.

"It was hard," he mumbles lowly, "Feeling like no one loved and supported you. Luckily I had Petra, my nanny. She raised me, while my new parents lived their own lives. She’s actually the reason for my medals, she loved the Olympics,” he sighs while remembering the only maternal figure he’s ever had in his life. "She was the only one who supported me."

He finally looks at you, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. You listen attentively to his story and as soon as you notice the tears in his eyes, you pull him closer and envelope him in her loving embrace. “Oh Lance…,” you whisper softly, your lips pecking his chestnut hair. “I’m sorry.”

You card your fingers through his hair, your touch soothing to his emotions. “I wish I could do something to change the past but I can’t. You should be proud of yourself, too. Through all the hardship, you managed to become your own person.”

He closes his eyes momentarily, taking comfort in your touch and your words. "Aside from Petra, I'm all I had, I'm used to it..." He tries to give you a reassuring smile. "I don't know what it is about you Y/N. I want to tell you anything you want to know." He leans forward pressing a small kiss to your nose.

“You don’t have to be on your own anymore.” Smiling softly as he kisses your nose, you then lean your forehead to his. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’re the first guy I’m letting in as well.”

"About those other girls, Y/N… They meant nothing, I don't know how to describe this thing between us but it’s nothing I've felt with anyone before."

It’s like he’s reading your mind, every fibre of your body aching to be with him. So you move to straddle his legs, resting his hands on your hips and tracing his jaw with your finger as you marvel at his stunning features. “Okay. I believe you. I believe you, Lance, and I trust you, too.”

“There’s just one more thing you must know about me…,” Lance speaks softly as he averts his eyes, ashamed to look you straight in the eye. Better to get it over with now than Y/N hearing it from someone else first.

“I – I have a kid. With a girl that claims I’m her soulmate, too.”

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The Ghost Zone’s Running Joke Part 2 (Lila Salt Fic)

I find it fitting to finish this in October. Fits the Halloween season.

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Vlad Masters is here to take on the role of Mayor of Amity Park. Lila’s sees her golden ticket in the billionaire. His money makes the Agrestes look like paupers. His wealth and the connections that can be made through him might just be enough for the A-Listers.

It’s not hard to notice the strained relationship between Danny and Vlad. Danny wants nothing to do with the man. No matter what Vlad does, the high schooler aggressively rejects it. Lila figures she can do for him what she did for Mr. Agreste: spying and giving reports. In return, pulling some strings for a good internship at city hall or one of his businesses. The status of an internship at a good place and future in making lots of money might just be enough.

Lila makes her move. She’s able to catch Vlad after another failed attempt. Far from the students’ prying eyes, an offer is made. She’ll help him keep an eye on Danny, and give Vlad information on the teenager. The offer is prettied up to sound nicer then saying it’ll involve spying and violating Danny’s privacy. There’s regret in not cozying up to Danny. Would’ve made things easier.

Vlad turns her down. Says some things about not wanting to violate his trust like that. Wants to win him over his own way. In reality, he doesn’t need her. There’s spy cameras in the Fenton home and ghosts on his payroll. Besides, why would he want the help of a human female minor? Not a good look.

Lila is disappointed, but is not ready to give up yet. Plots form in her head to arrange situations to her advantage. ‘Accidently’ bumping into him and just so happen to have some interesting information. Too bad for her, the plan doesn’t workout to well because of a new lie she’s telling Casper High students.

Plasmius spotted in Amity Park gives Lila inspiration for a new lie. She claims the ghost is kind to her. Implies he sees her as attractive. The teenager doesn’t have the life experience to understand why this is a problem. Thinks admiration like this from an adult means nothing.

Let’s just say it’s an understatement this doesn’t go down well with the adults. When the students tell their parents, there’s an uproar. A recent Plasmius and Phantom fight at the school adds fuel to the fire. The fight is now seen as the ghost hero protecting minors from a pedophile. 

People demand city hall, the Fentons, and the Guys in White to prioritize hunting down the Wisconsin Ghost. Phantom is not a major threat compared to the older ghost. Heck, Phantom has been seen to reject advances from his fans.

Vlad is forced to go along with this. If he hesitated it’d look very bad. Only saving grace here is Lila is a known liar among the ghosts. Things would have gone very bad for him otherwise. After this catastrophe, Vlad is cold to Lila. Refuses to humor her much to her dismay. What a lovely introduction to the Ghost Zone’s running joke.

Meanwhile with Team Phantom, they’re having a group meeting on what to do about Lila. Danny catching Lila stalking him (as Fenton) is the last straw. Danny is all for calling her out. It irritates him to watch the liar being fawned over for a fake connection. The friendship lie is encouraging his fans to be bolder.

Sam, the voice of reason, vetoes this plan. Trying to disprove Lila’s lies as Fenton is a horrible idea. No one will believe the loser at the bottom of the social hierarchy. It also adds a target on his back. Who knows what Lila will do to keep a lid on this. That Lila is willing to stalk, snoop, and snitch to Vlad is not good. It shows the teenager won’t stop at small lies to get what she wants.

On the other hand, confronting her as Phantom will make people think there’s a grain of truth in Lila’s story. It’ll be easy to twist it as a falling out. Besides, they don’t want to bring more attention on the ghost attacks at the school then there already is. If people believe Phantom, then it’ll be obvious the hero is at the school often enough to hear it. Which means more scrutiny and surveillance. 

Tucker has a plan. Simply pretend to have no idea who Lila is or haven’t heard the rumors. One day an Amity Park resident is going to point blank ask him. It’ll be easy to stick around long enough after a ghost fight at Casper High. A student will be sure to bring up the subject.

Luckily for Danny, an opportunity appears within a week. After capturing a ghost, he allows Paulina to catch up to him. Paulina does the usual gushing over him. When she brings up Lila, he sticks to the plan. “....Oh you’re talking about that long haired Brunette. Layla? Lie-la?” Let’s just say the popular girl is not happy to have been made a fool of in front of the entire school. It’s one thing to tell unimportant white lies. It’s another thing to make Paulina look stupid.

Paulina is not the only one finding out about Lila’s lies. Some Amity Park residents have noticed the ghosts reaction to Lila. Their interactions stand out as most ghosts don’t usually target an individual. If they do, it’s usually a one time thing. That this girl is well known to the ghosts and this drama hasn’t calmed down yet is suspicious. 

Lance Thunder manages to get an on the scene interview with a ghost. He asks the burning question: “What’s so funny about this girl?” Other ghosts invite themselves to the interview when word spreads. It’s revealed Lila lied about knowing the ghost hero. It’s funny to them how hard the girl tries to be Phantom’s friend. Unknowingly, her actions cause him to keep his distance from her. Respecting Phantom, the ghosts don’t reveal his Halfa status. That doesn’t stop them from sharing stories. They just neglect to mention if it happened as Phantom or Fenton.

“I held her hostage and Phantom didn’t believe me when I said I had his friend. Told me all his friends are accounted for. He had no idea who this girl was.”

“She stalks him.”

“The child told me to my face Phantom will permanently end me if I harmed her. If she really knew him, she’d know Mr. Hero Complex would never cross that line.”

As the witnesses go on, it’s pretty clear Lila is a liar. This combined with Paulina’s revenge campaign, Lila’s rise as a future A-lister is finished. She never did manage to find a solution to rich requirement in time.

Lila is the social pariah at the school. Lower on the totem pole than Team Phantom and the nerds. There’s no escape to a new school this time. Mrs. Rossi is dealing with the aftermath of the ‘Ladybug is incompetent’ lies. (She finally got around to telling her boss about it.) Mr. Rossi is trying to transfer to another city, but Amity Park has a bad reputation. Outsiders view the ‘ghost believing fanatics’ lowly.

Mrs. Rossi doesn’t have any family to turn to. Her only family members left died years ago. Mr. Rossi is an orphan. It’s a hard choice, but Lila is staying in Amity Park. The uncertain future of Mrs. Rossi’s job is the deciding factor. There’s money to spare for anti-etco defenses. Unlike ghosts, there’s no products to deal with Akumas.

So Lila is stuck in Amity Park until her dad finds a new job in a different city. It’s not so fun being known as the town liar. Or the Ghost Zone’s laughing stock. No one believes her when the Box Ghost moves the packed boxes in the art room. Or Phantom calling her the girl who cried wolf. 

The drama filled the ghosts’ boredom. Watching Phantom doing his best to tolerate her is a must see for visiting ghosts. They still for years tease him about his ‘dishonest friend.’ 

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For Monday- what is your favorite fic youve written and why? If someone was new to your vlog, what story would you recommend to them as a starting point?

Oh my god, my first Positivity Sleepover ask 🥺 So, I have yet to write any fics on tumblr unfortunately. However, I do roleplay on another site. My favorite “fic” or drabble/prompt was titled “FEARless.” It featured an original character of mine, Reuben, who has to come to terms with the death of his mother who has recently passed. This results in him visiting the childhood home he hadn’t visited in well over ten yours. It was a very big breakthrough since I learned so much about my character and what his relationship was like with his mother.  OHH the second one is tricky since I haven’t written anything myself. However, I would happily recommend the following stories to help offer a starting point:

“Between a Rock and a Hard Place” by @brieannakeogh [ x ] - This was one of the first Lance Tucker series I read and I adored it. I spent a day or two reading chapter after chapter. It tackled fatphobia, body positivity, and self-esteem issues. The enemies to lovers trope is just *chefs kiss* superb. And the smut scenes? Good lord 🥵. HIGHLY RECOMMEND.  “The Fluffer” by @tilltheendwilliwrite [ x ] - Another first of mine, actually (I am very sentimental what can I say! It features pornstar!Bucky and a fluffer!reader. I am an absolute sucker for pornstar aus; add in a fluffer and you own my entire heart. The plus size representation is beautifully written and the smut itself is sexy as well as fun. I highly recommend this to Bucky fans.  “Coming Home to You” & “Coming Home to You Pt. 2″ by @angrythingstarlight [ x & x ] - I would argue that Star has some of the best Bucky fics on the site and I will fight anyone that suggests otherwise. It took me a few days to recover after I read both of these fics and to be quite honest, I am still recovering. Features beefy biker bucky, public sex, exhibitionism, and getting caught. Highly recommend.  “Lemme Deep Clean your Hard Drive, girl…“ by @drabblewithfrannybarnes [ x ]  - This is a recent fic I read and it has quickly become my favorite fic. It features a computer nerd!Bucky flirting with and getting together with reader. If you are going to read anything, I suggest this one. Bucky is absolutely hilarious in this fic. I was cackling on more than one occasion, when I wasn’t blushing or drooling over. I adore this writer and I would suggest everyone read their work. I could make an entire post on fics I recommend. But this would be a start.  

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