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fanfictionized · 5 years

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The Hating Game - Epilogue

Characters: Lance Tucker x Latina!OFC

Chapter Summary: Fast-forward five months into Lance’s and the Reader’s relationship...

Warnings: Fluff, a lil smut

Words: 1.9k

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading and just being very lovely altogether

The Hating Game - Masterlist // Previous Chapter

Lance Tucker never loved.

He didn’t run, he leaped.

He didn’t sleep with a woman, he fucked.

And when he participated, he won.

But Lance Tucker never loved.

He heard her sweet little sigh leaving her lips as his hand slid between her thighs, making his cock jump not only with the anticipation of burying himself in her tight heat, but with adoration which filled his heart to the brim, his chest aching with how much he had missed her touch.

Even though he had just guided himself inside last night, spurred on by her breathy moans and her hands clawing at his back to urge him deeper, make him go faster, but he wouldn’t.

He needed to memorize the feeling, wanted to make it last as long as it could as he stared into the depth of her hooded eyes, pupils blown with lust and passion before he connected their lips in a desperate kiss.

No, Lance Tucker never loved.

But he did count the freckles on her skin like the stars in the sky, trying to make her laugh every second of the day, to want that joyful sound to soothe his soul and to see the dimples that appeared ever so often when she looked at him with longing in her eyes, whispering those three little words into his skin to make him hers, little by little, even though he was still too afraid to say it back.

But Lance Tucker never loved.

But with her, he hopes, he can learn how to.

He entered the apartment after a long day of work and traveling with the kids he was training, staying at the gym well past any training hours while getting the paperwork in order.

He was exhausted, tired, and completely spent from the past week, being happy only because he knew he’d have two days away from it…

And because the minute he had stepped into his apartment he had smelled the smell of hearty comfort food, making his stomach growl and leaving his nerves just a little less tense because he had secretly been looking forward to having her there with him the entire weekend.

He disappeared into the bedroom for just a minute to change into a fresh pair of sweatpants and a clean shirt, dropping his bag before he headed for the kitchen, seeing her silhouette through the frosted glass of the kitchen door as she stood in front of the stove, swinging her hips to the sound of some pop song blaring through the radio.

He smiled, pushing the door open slowly until the movement caught her attention, head turning to the side to look at him with big, startled eyes before her gaze turned into something much more heart-warming and soft, the bright glimmer in her iris not only assuring him of her joy, but also making his heart pound fiercely with the anticipation of finally feeling her against him again.

“Lance!” She squealed happily before she leaped into his embrace, arms around his neck and broad back to pull him closer.

He closed his eyes to really absorb the feeling of her form pressed against him- the softness of her skin even through the fabric of her top, the relief that came with her soothing touch, washing over him as he tightened his arms around her, inhaling the scent of her perfume and lotion that clung to her skin.

“I thought you wouldn’t be home until ten.” She mumbled into his neck as she pressed a kiss to the side of it and his chest ached with the realization; how much he had actually missed her during those few days away from her.

He had been gone since Monday with his group of little prodigies, including Ana, to bring them to a tournament a few cities over.

Lucy had only agreed because she knew Lance would be there to watch over her. And because she knew her little sister would win this thing.

She did, actually. Even though it had been a group thing and they all won this trophy for regional championship, Ana had stood out of cause.

He was pretty damn proud of her to be honest.

Was training his lover’s sister making him feel a whole new kind of responsibility?

Absolutely. But strangely; Ana looking at him as a sort of role model or father figure wasn’t making him uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. He felt a pride he had never felt before in his life.

He remembered her having talked to Lucy over the phone because her friend on the team had invited her over to a sleepover after their win and only because Lucia knew the girl’s mom and because she was just too proud of her little sister (and because she knew that would give her some time alone with Lance) She had agreed on it.

Leaving her right there in his kitchen with her arms around his neck and wearing a pair of velvet shorts so perfectly forming the roundness of her ass it should be illegal.

He smiled.

“Wrapped it up earlier than expected.” He said, grip around her waist loosening to finally take a good look at her.

His pulse quickened as he saw her smiling at him, her eyes darting to his lips as she was desperate to kiss him again for the first time in almost five days, her messy head of curly hair, the sensual look on her face and it was only when his gaze landed on the top she had on that his thoughts stopped completely, stopping dead in his tracks as his eyebrows furled in bewilderment.

“What?” She caught his confused stare and looked down on herself as well.

“Your shirt…” He muttered, not taking his eyes off it as he first saw the print it had on it.

“Oh, yeah… hah.” She laughed “It’s, uhm- it was supposed to be a surprise, but the shop didn’t print it on soon enough so I’ll have to wear it to the next tournament. But it fits me so I thought I’d put it on…” She stretched the shirt so that he could read the print more clearly.

Tucker’s Troop Support Squad was printed on it in some sort of animated handwriting font.

“I still like it.” She mumbled, shrugging her shoulders before she looked up at his face, contorted with something she couldn’t pinpoint, some emotion showing on his face she couldn’t guess.

“Lance…?” She chuckled nervously as he was still holding her hips, just staring down at her chest, not saying anything with only that weird look on his face.

He let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head slowly and she could see that he was battling with something internally, struggling to keep his thoughts inside as he was gulping them down.

“I, uhm…” He took a deep breath, gaze flicking up to finally meet her eyes in an unsure and nervous stare.

“I love you.”

Her mouth fell open, mind going blank.

“What…?” She whispered through a tight throat, swallowing hard because in five months of them being together he had never once said those three words to her.

Never.

She knew he loved her. He showed her that he did.

And she knew it was hard for him to say it since, well… he had never said it to anyone before but…

She finally closed her mouth again after a few seconds of silence, just staring at him in shock.

“I love you.” He repeated sheepishly, cheeks going red and jaw clenching as he looked down at his feet, almost letting the embarrassment get to him before she had pressed her mouth against his in a bruising kiss, throwing her entire body into his with so much force he was knocked out of the kitchen with her in his arms, a muffled sound of surprise against her lips as he flailed, trying to hold onto the doorframe before they both landed on the carpeted ground.

Lance’s eyes clenched shut in pain, groaning against her lips but she simply continued littering his entire face with kisses as she laid on top of him, pinning him to the floor with only her body.

“Calm down, girl…” He muttered as his world stopped spinning and he realized what she was actually doing, holding onto her sides as he chuckled lowly, cheeks still burning hotly.

But she just shook her head against him.

“I” A kiss on the cheek as she held his face in her hands

“love” A kiss on his nose as he scrunched it up

“you” A kiss on his lips to keep him from squirming, deepening the kiss as she opened her mouth for him, running her tongue along his bottom lip until he gave in, a moan slipping past his lips when his arms came around her waist to hold her close.

“Fuck, I missed you so much, darlin’…” He sighed into her neck as he licked and sucked along the sensitive skin, grabbing her ass with both hands as he ground her hips down to meet his pelvis and the half-hard cock that was bulging his boxers.

She whimpered when she felt his growing erection through the little fabric that covered her ass and pussy, nails digging into his bulky chest as she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging occasionally to make him groan and his hips thrust up into hers.

She smiled against his skin, kissing along his throat and jawline until she had him writhing underneath her.

He grunted when he sat up suddenly, keeping an arm locked around her waist as he stood up, holding her in his arms while she crossed her ankles around his lower back.

Their mouths stayed connected as he moved them both into the bedroom, letting her body drop to the mattress while he hovered above her, hands on her waist pulling her to the edge, flush with his pelvis.

“Shit” He hissed as she began circling her hips against his dick, pulling him against her as she arched her back, making her tits stand out even through that ridiculous shirt, his hand moving to cup her face, making her look up at him through lust-filled eyes.

“I’m-” He began, stumbling over his words as he was shaking with the anticipation.

“I want- I wanna make love to you” He stammered, voice still wavering.

“Then show me.” Lucia whined as she tried to pull him down to her before she actually noticed his nervousness as she gripped his biceps, his body trembling under her touch.

“’M not sure how to…” He whispered before her fingers ran through his hair in a comforting manner, smoothing back his strands that had escaped from the hold of his gel and he closed his eyes as he took a deep breath.

“I can show you if you want to.” She breathed into his neck, kissing him gently until he looked down again and seeing her loving gaze, feeling her hands run down his body not to grab and pull and tug, but to stroke and caress…

It calmed him down.

Gave him enough confidence to reassure him- that maybe he could do just that.

And she was already smiling when he connected their lips in a passionate kiss, pulling him down to feel him against her because she was never letting go of this man and she knew that now… he would never let go of his girl as well.

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cevans-is-classic · 5 years

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Let Me Try and Try Again

Chapter Five

Lance Tucker X Luciana Wright (OFC) Chapters found here

Summary: He really has no idea what to do with kids especially his own daughter but he’s trying, really he is, so when Olympia comes down with a 103.2° fever and can barely keep her eyes open he panics. Maggie is back on training in Florida and he can’t reach her. Midnight E.R trip results in him meeting pediatric Nurse Luciana Wright who opens his eyes to the world going on outside of gymnastics and his own downward spiral life

Ooo Insistent pounding, shifting floors and somehow the wall was no longer where it was supposed to be.

Wait.

The wall isn't supposed to this warm or moving in a rhythmic pattern that matches to breathing. With a groan, Luc lifted her head and nearly fell off the bed at the sight of a strong tan chest beneath her; dusky nipples, firm pecs and by God are those abdominal muscles even real, “What the hell,” Luc shifted the blanket catching sight of a horrendous gold medal tattoo. With a hole in her stomach she finally looked up at a sleeping Lance Tucker; one arm was thrown over his head bicep covering his eyes against the light, the other dangling off the bed fingers brushing a pair of boots.

He was beautiful.

It might have been creepy-- no it is creepy she was being very Edward Cullen right now--but she couldn’t help watching the soft rise and fall of his chest, catching the hitch of his lips with each breath he took that left them partially open forming a soft ‘O’. Overall he looked carefree, he looked different then he did during the day he wasn’t as tense.

God, she was a romance novel damsel.

Sighing she looked him up and down one more time before gently nudging his side. Lance stirred for a second before settling back down with a grumpy frown Luc sighed, “Hey,” she poked him again this time earning one stormy blue eye that glares at her.

“Nurse Luc,’ The glare softened into something that gave her way to many butterflies.

“Gymnast,” the hug was unexpected but warm, hard and definitely something that should keep happening.

“Um, I may sound like a lightweight but how did we end up back at my place again?”

Something flashed through his eyes, his eyebrows bunching together quickly before he groaned stretching his arms over his head (Dear holy fuck) where he looped his arms behind his head and peered down at the frowning blonde, "What DO you remember?"

That smile was going to give her heart palpitations, "I remember the cherry shots, that one bartender with the tattoo asking us what we wanted and another round of shots then more dancing," she blushed remembering the feel of Lance's hands on her hips fingers digging into the exposed flesh of her side as he spun her around swinging them together as bodies upon bodies bounced and vibrated all around them.

"I'm lost after the third round of shots," Luc dropped her eyes peering too closely at her sheets. This wouldn't be her first drunk accident that resulted in a one night stand she was just hoping that mistake wouldn't have Lance's name written next to it.

She doesn't even remember kissing him and she was going to make a mental photo album about kissing him.

"Yeah the drinks start flowing pretty easy after the third round," Lance smiled turning over slightly letting one arm fall back down to circle Luc's waist and pull her closer into him, "A friend of yours showed up not too long after that and we danced some more with them, a couple more drinks through the night before I realized you were a bit wobbly to make it home on your home,"

"I'm sorry," Luc wanted to bury her face in her hands.

Lance shook his head, "It was fun. You were adorable, you danced incredibly and I don't think I've ever seen someone down a tequila shot that fast in my life it was breathtaking,"

He laughed as Luc shook her head violently back and forth regretting every choice she's ever made her whole life until Lance pulled her even tighter against him and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, "I got us an Uber to your place, which by the way took a lot of questioning just to get your address, I dropped you off but as I was leaving you told me by doctors orders I shouldn't be riding in a strange car, half-drunk and all by myself; I had to agree. I can see the look on your face don't worry you were a perfect gentleman to me,"

Luc smacked his side rolling onto her back laughing at the regaling of last night's second date disaster that she was. Butterflies erupted in her stomach at the thought of Lance climbing into bed with her, even now when his warm body pressed along her side she was blushing furiously at the image of him slipping off his clothes, burying himself beneath her covers and wrapping those strong arms around her.

This was ridiculous

"Well," Luc blew hair out of her face, "At least I know your virtue is intact still,'

“You were pretty handsy but once I realized it was you trying to take my temperature and blood pressure I knew where the night was going,” Lance wiggled his eyebrows.

Luc ignored him instead she choose to lift the blanket and peer down at the very much in place basketball shorts and, “This isn’t my shirt.”

Lance’s hand moved the blanket further away from her to pluck at the white t-shirt his smile softening, “Yeah,” He rubbed a thumb over the collar, “You asked to wear it.” Can butterflies smother someone? Is that a thing that they are able to do because Luc was choking on the rush of emotion inside of her, face burning hot against her hands.

This couldn’t be real.

‘I’m sorry,” She whispered.

“Sorry for what?” Lance shifted around until his back pressed against the headboard, Luc turned to look up at him; blue eyes wide face red and embarrassed.

“I did not mean to get drunk last night nor did I mean to coerce you into sleeping in my bed, God, okay I swear I was actually planning on being a real chivalrous human kiss you goodnight under your porch light and maybe ask for a third date,” A hollow sound left Luc’s chest catching her breathe and gripping tight until it felt like her lungs were going to explode.

“Hey,” Lance grabbed her wrist carefully, “Hey, hey, no-look last night was amazing, honestly, I haven't had that much fun in years and really ending up being able to hold you as we both fell asleep added to the experience,” He moved closer pressed his forehead against hers, “Although I wouldn’t have minded the goodnight kiss, instead all I got was-”

Luc pressed her mouth to his-- ew, morning breath-- interrupting whatever embarrassing thing Lance was about to reveal to her. He didn’t respond at first seeming to freeze at the contact but when Luc didn’t pull back it seemed his brain came back online because the gymnast came to life one hand coming up to cup the side of her face, the other sliding down her back to pull her closer towards him their chests pressing together, kiss deepening as Luc let out a strangled moan her own hands coming up to tangle in the man’s hair. All embarrassing thought she had running through her head seemed to shut up completely when Lance’s tongue traced the bottom of her lip, his hands moving from her face down her arms across her waist exploring carefully but eagerly. Luc might have been less than careful dropping her hands to slide across his chest fingers tracing the outline of Lance’s pecs over his sternum and down his torso where she nearly melted into a puddle of goo at the feel of his quivering stomach, her fingers fanning out over his abs.

Lance pulled back slowly dropping his eyes to take in the swollen redness of Luc’s own lips, “Woah,”

“Yeah.”

He pressed another kiss on the corner of her mouth, “I, uh, wow okay, that was amazing,”

Luc giggled, “Let me brush my teeth and maybe I can do it better,” that seemed to ease some of the anxious feelings swelling in the room Lance couldn't help it he had to pull her in for another kiss this time tugging her up and over until the nurse was draped across his lap, her thighs parted over his own. Luc didn’t quite know where to put her hands so she settled for one on his shoulder the other messing up the mop of hair, tugging and scratching across the man’s scalp until he moaned into her mouth.

“Woah,” She breathed against his mouth.

“Yeah.”

“Thank you,” Lance grabbed pulled the shirt over his head against tugging it down.

Luc wouldn’t quite look at him, her cheeks flushed mouth open slightly and if he didn’t know any better he would think she was being shy, ‘I really think,” Lance reached forward to touch her waist letting his fingers fan out across her hip, “you are amazing,”

Luc bit her lip stepping forward to rest her forehead against his chest, ‘Well gosh, aren’t you just the sweetest,”

‘Sweet enough to eat?”

“Sweet enough to see next weekend?” Oh.

Sliding a finger beneath her chin Lance tilted her face to look up at him feeling heat spread across his chest, down his spine to settle in a pool of emotion in his stomach, “I have Ollie,” he watched her smile drop for a moment before she smiled.

“No problem I can nab Cayden and we could take the kids out! There is this awesome go-cart place a few miles from the hospital and I know the kids would kill for some disgusting Chuckee Cheese Pizza and-- why are you looking at me like that?”

“Instead of getting upset about me having my daughter you start to plan a whole day for your nephew and her,” He shakes his head, “Nurse Luc you continue to astound me,” before allowing her to come back with some kind of retort Lance pulled her in for another kiss. He felt her smile against his lips her arms coming up to wrap around his neck and Lance never thought he could feel this way about someone after barely two dates. He wouldn't lie either lance never thought he was capable of sharing a bed with someone without some kind of sexual interaction happening but last night had to have been one of the best nights of his life and Luc barely even cuddled him.

He could get used to this.

“I’ll call you,” Luc whispered against his shoulder.

“I’ll be waiting,”

0o0

Short, kinda cheesy and not my best work but the chapter felt finished so here it is! Admittedly the next one will be longer lots more happening in it which means you need to give me some time before I can hand it over. Enjoy, share and love! As always I am open for a tag list!

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bloodiedskirtts · 6 years

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Santa Baby | Lance Tucker x OFC

Summary: Ari and Lance spend their first Christmas with their twins

Pairing: Lance Tucker x OFC Ari

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, some mentions of sex and slight angst (because I can’t help myself?)

A/N: I know it’s just turned November, but it’s never too early for Christmas.

This is based on my rp with the amazing @buckysforeverprincess who puts up with my bullshit. I hope I did Lance justice!

Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it!

Ari had never been a fan of Christmas growing up, and that was fine. She never had the nice family dinners, the dozens of presents under the tree, it was just another day of the year for her. When she started her own family with Lance, she started to understand why people loved Christmas. Their first Christmas together, Lance spoiled Ari, not that he needed an excuse to shower his wife and mother of his children with gifts and affection.

Ari was especially excited for this Christmas, because it was the twins’ first Christmas! She knew they wouldn’t understand, they were only nine months old, and yet she had laid out their presents carefully under the tree after she put them down for the night. Motherhood had terrified her when she found out she was expecting, she didn’t think she would be able to do it. But the instant those babies were put in her arms, she knew that she would move mountains to protect them. She adored them.

Even if they still refused to sleep through the night, well, Melody anyway! Liam had gotten better and rarely woke before the morning light. While Melody fussed until Ari or Lance went to check on her. More often than not Ari would break and just bring her into bed with them. But after too many sleepless nights, she had put her foot down. Self soothing was the only way this was going to be resolved she decided, after reading dozens of parenting books and forums. And Melody was getting better, waking only once a night now.

Ari was excited for their first Christmas as a family, so when that familiar cry broke the silence of Lance and Ari’s bedroom, she practically jumped out of bed. She pulled on her Christmas pyjamas which she had planned to wear last night, but Lance had other ideas, giving her an early Christmas present of red Santa inspired lingerie. They were long since discarded, Lance may have become a father but it never dulled his sex drive. Not that Ari was complaining.

She didn’t know how Lance managed to sleep through the noise of the baby monitor, shaking her head as she made her way to the twin’s nursery. She changed their nappies and fixed their matching bear onesies, before picking them both up. They were getting heavy now, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to carry both of them at the same time for much longer.

‘Shall we go wake up daddy?’ she cooed as she walked back to their shared bedroom, the sun lighting up the bedroom as it started to rise. Melody practically jumped out of Ari’s arms to crawl up the bed to her daddy. She was definitely a daddy’s girl, while Liam rested his head drowsily against his mother’s chest. Melody clearly wasn’t very impressed her daddy wasn’t already awake to play with her and slammed her chubby hand down on his face. Ari giggled, knowing she shouldn’t, it would only encourage that type of behaviour, but Lance had it coming.

He always did.

He opened his eyes, swearing under his breath but brightened to see his daughter sitting on his chest, her blue eyes mirroring his. Both twins looked remarkably like their father, chestnut curls and big blue eyes. Ari had to admit she was a slight bit upset that Lance had all the dominant genes, but she couldn’t be too mad. They were both the most beautiful babies she had ever set her sights on. After some playing in bed, Ari rounded up the twins to bring them down to open their Santa presents.

Lance pulled his pyjamas on too, matching with Ari. Yes, she had turned into that wife, but she didn’t care.

‘Maybe Santa left a present under the tree for you, Lance,’ she said with a smirk, as she leaned up to kiss him.

‘Dunno, I’m probably on the naughty list. I know you definitely are,’ he retorted, smacking Ari’s ass as she left the room.

Lance had taken Liam out of Ari’s arms before descending the stairs, creeping into the sitting room where they had laid out the presents the night before. When Ari turned the light on, Melody squealed with delight at all the new toys in her line of vision. Ari couldn’t help but giggle as she put her daughter down to crawl over to grab anything and everything. She shook her head, helping Melody open her toys as Lance entered the room laughing at their excited faces. Liam was much more awake now when he saw that he had gotten more toys.

When Lance and Ari had managed to open all the toys, the kids were content to play with their new presents.

‘Don’t you think Santa may have gone overboard this year, Ari?’ Lance asked her, cocking a brow at the mess of paper and boxes scattered around their living room.

She pouted at him leaning over to plant a soft kiss on his lips, ‘No.’

She leaned back on her heels a smile on her face, ‘I think it’s time for daddy to open his presents.’

Lance makes a move forward with a smirk, ‘Right in front of the kids?’

Ari rolled her eyes in response, ‘Lance!’ lightly hitting his arm before leaning over to pull a small rectangular box from under the Christmas tree.

‘This is from me, it’s not that much but, I think you’ll like it,’ she told him, a soft smile on her lips.

‘It’s from you, so I already love it,’ he told her with a smile, causing Ari to blush.

She watched carefully as Lance unwrapped the present, lifting the lid on the box, his face moving into a look of confusion. It had looked like a watch box, so that’s what he expected. But it wasn’t and it took a moment for his sleep deprived brain to realise what was in the box.

‘Ari?’

‘I...I know, we didn’t plan it. But we talked about it...and I know it’s a lot sooner than we thought...’

She was blinking rapidly, was he not happy? She thought that he wanted this. That he would be happy.

‘You’re pregnant?’ he gasped, looking up at her for the first time since he opened the box which held a positive pregnancy test.

She nodded anxiously. Before starting her relationship with Lance, she didn’t want any of this. She never saw herself as a wife or a mother or a housewife. And now she couldn’t be happier. She had loved being pregnant with her twins, and was happy being married to Lance. She helped him in the gym when she could, but focused most of her energy on the twins. Determined to give them the happy childhood that she never had. So when she learned she was pregnant again, she was so excited.

She had taken the pregnancy test over the weekend, hiding it from Lance to surprise him on Christmas morning. And she felt like the bottom was falling out of everything. He wasn’t happy?

But when he looked at her, she felt like a weight lifted from her shoulders. He was happy, he was beaming up over at her.

‘You probably should start wearing condoms,’ she teased, as he pulled her in for a kiss.

‘Happy Christmas, baby,’ she whispered when he released her from their deep kiss.

‘Happy Christmas,’ he replied.

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worldofmarvelfics · 4 years

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Sebastian Stan (+ Characters)

Please note that none of these works are written by me and all credits are returned to their respective owners. I’m just here to provide a list of fics that i personally love so that you guys can enjoy too!

Updated: 11/12/20

Legend:

🦋One-shots/Imagine/Headcanon

🌼Completed Series

❄️Uncompleted Series

Sebastian Stan x Reader

🦋 Adore You by @sinner-as-saint Professor!S.S

🦋 As Long As You’re With Me by @sinner-as-saint

🦋 Caught in the Storm by @angryschnauzer Mechanic!S.S

🦋 Clueless by @chillingbucky

🦋 Dating Sebastian Stan would include... by @avengersss-assembleeeMCUActress!Reader

🦋 Drunk by @youandmeandlife

🦋 Gifts by @nsfwsebbie Dark!StepBrother!S.S

🦋 Here Kitty Kitty by @nsfwsebbie Dark!S.S, SugarDaddy/SugarBaby

🦋 Little Sister by @caramell0w

🦋 Loopy Love by @theonewiththefanfics

🦋 Never Have I Ever by @i-dont-do-rpfs

🦋 No Script by @revengingbarnes

🦋 On My Mind by @cap-evanns

🦋 On the Wooden Desk by @imaginesandsmut

🦋 Playing Games by @giorno-plays-piano Dark!S.S

🦋 Pool by @whiskey-cokenfanfic

🦋 Wired Autocomplete Interview by @imaginesmai

🦋 You’ve Got Time by @harryspet PrisonWarden!S.S

🌼 Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite Mobster!Sebastian x Ingenue!Reader

🌼 Predestined by @sinner-as-saint CEO!Seb/Mob!Bucky x Reader

🌼 Wrong Number by @jpat82

❄️ Business|}{|Pleasure by @221bshrlocked StanTwins

❄️ Love, Theoretically (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) by @mypoisonedvine

Lance Tucker x Reader

🦋 Ladies Night by @cumonbucky

🌼 Break (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) (Part4) by @theycallmebucky

🌼 The Prince of Gold by @moonbeambucky

❄️ Integrity → Honeymoon by @plumfondler

❄️ New Girl in Town (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) by @plumfondler

Jefferson x Reader

🦋 Christmas with the Hatter by @writings-of-dumpy

🦋 Feel You by @avengerofyourheart Enhanced!Reader

🦋 I Have to Find Her by @marvelandotherfandomimagines

🦋 The Horny Hatter by @when-the-hell-is-bucky

🌼 The Devil You Know by @constantwriter85 Vampire!Jefferson x Coroner!Reader

❄️Nothing is as it Seems (Part1) by @secondstartotheright-imagines

Charles Blackwood x Reader

🦋 Bad Idea → Me and You → Let’s Just Keep Kissin’ by @marvelandotherfandomimagines

🦋 Cattivo Fino All'osso by @nsfwsebbie Dark!StepDad!Charles x Innocent!StepDaughter!Reader

🦋 Cherries and Lace by @mariessecretfantasies Dark!Charles

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roamwithahungryheart · 3 years

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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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oliviastan17 · 4 years

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I hit 400 followers a little while ago so here's my celebration! In other news, No More Running Part 2 is coming soon!!!

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letstalkaboutsebbaby · 4 years

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Changing Habits - Chapter 5

When she gets a big role with an action franchise, Camille has to make some improvements and training with coach Lance might be exactly the changing she needs.

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Camille Thompson

Author: Deb @letstalkaboutsebbaby / @letswriteaboutsebbaby

Rating: mature

A/N: I’m not sure why I’m keeping this up to be honest...

“Will you tell me why you left so suddenly yesterday night?” Camille asks after 20 minutes of waiting for Lance to say something. He keeps jogging and only looks at her briefly, not really sure how to respond to her. The truth is not an option so he ignores the question and changes the subject.

“You didn't order pizza, did you?” a side smirk almost making her forget the main goal for the morning: make him go to her house.

“You should trust me” she stops and looks seriously to him who stops a couple of steps ahead. “I said I’m in a no pizza policy”.

“Sorry. I do trust you. Let’s keep on running, there’s a pap right behind us”

Camille looks back to see the man with a camera not far from where they are “Great. Mom’s gonna have a fit”, she mumbles, resuming the run. “She keeps arguing that the treadmill is enough but I love our runs, the wind, the motivation…”

“We’ll do whatever you want to do, Cami”

“Yeah, but I told her I wasn’t running outside anymore”

“I see. You know, you shouldn’t have to lie to your mother about exercises...”

“I know, I just don’t want to fight with her”

“Tell her I insisted. She hates me already”

She smiles and stops again this time in front of the gym “Have lunch with me? I’m leaving tomorrow and I’ll miss you”

“Yes, sure. But you won’t, you’ll be too busy to notice I’m not there” He says before holding the door for her to enter and walking to the bathroom to refresh himself. She watches him as he goes and it takes more than the right amount of time for Camille to realize that the receptionist is staring at her. Yeah, I’m gonna miss him.

It was a bit after 1 pm when Lance gets to her apartment. The actress routine is too busy for her to actually cook so almost every meal she has is done by her lovely neighbour Reena - an old lady that lives in the building across from Camille’s and that was struggling since her husband got fired at age 68. Camille hired her as a cooker and pays very well for the lady to make the everyday meals.

“Lance! Cami is on the phone with her mother, she’ll be here in a moment...how are you my boy?”

“Mrs. O’Donnell, I’m good and you, Ma’am?”

“Great, great! I made you kids some delicious pasta, I hope you like. I’m leaving so you kids have your time...be a gentleman!”

“We’re just...having lunch. I will be in my best behaviour”

“Yeah, yeah...I heard it all before…” the old lady pointed out, leaving the flat at the same time Camille pops up.

“She’s gone?! Oh, I wanted to give her something…”

“You’re looking cute” he confess before he can think about it. The big sweater looking comfy and sweet on her.

“Thank you, It’s getting chilly...you look good too” it feels a bit strange cause this is not a date but they’re acting like a it’s a date. “Can you help me getting a suitcase from the wardrobe, please? I’m not tall enough it seems”

“Sure, lead the way”

It’s the first time the coach enters her bedroom and he tries not to look around, but surely there’s a box with a sexy black lingerie on her bed wich she pulls away as soon as she realizes is on display, a blush on her cheeks.

Lance gets the mentioned suitcase and she leaves it at the side of the bed, saying a shy thank you. “Is there anything else that you need?” he whispers,

She looks at him startled trying to figure out if there’s a double meaning to the question. She decides to brush it off, the nerves getting the better of her. “No, let’s go eat...Reena made pasta with bolognese sauce, I know you like that”.

The lunch was pleasant and they talked about her routine, his plans for the free week, and her mother being mad about the pap encounter from the morning.

They were washing the dishes and talking about her development in the gym when Louise walked in, surprising Camille and making her feel like a child.

“Mom?”

“We have some things to talk about, Camille” Louise states before going to the living room without saying hi to Lance.

“I was already leaving...thank you for the lunch”

“Thank you for coming, I…” she says before Lance sees Camille is embarrassed by the way her mother entered unannounced and without acknowledging him, so he takes her hand and gives a little squeeze before bringing it to his lips and placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Talk to you later, sweetheart” he gets his jacket and leaves.

I’ll definitely miss him.

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youandmeandlife · 6 years

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Hacked (s.s)

Summary: Sebastian opens his heart in an interview about leaked messages and pictures of his girlfriend.

Warnings: Little angsty

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word count: 1140

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He stared at her, watching the interviewer closely as he’d learned over the past years that it was polite to pay attention to the people he was talking to. It was hard though, to be fully there in the room with the lady in front of him. He knew what was coming up, his media manager had informed him of it. It’s not like he didn’t want to talk about it, he kind of owed it to his girlfriend. And besides, his fans needed to know that what they’d done was not alright.

“So, you were born in Romania?” Laura, the interviewer, asked. Sebastian noticed how she twirled the the coffeecup in her hand around, fiddling with it as she waited for him to reply.

“Yeah, I was,” Sebastian answered, grinning a little as he always did when people asked him about his home country. It always brought a smile on his face when he thought about Romania; he’d grown to be proud of his roots, embrace his foreign cultures.

“Do you ever go back there? You still have family there, right?” She asked and Sebastian leaned a little back in his seat.

“Most of my mum’s family is still back there, yeah. Unfortunately, I don’t get to visit them that often. I almost never have the chance to just go, you know? I went to, um, the capital earlier this year, so that was really nice. Met some lovely fans,” He answered her, his smile widening a little as he thought of all those lovely people he’d met; the nice fans.

“So, have you brought your girlfriend there yet?” Laura asked. Sebastian gulped, knowing she was about to bring it up.

“Um, not yet, no. I haven’t gotten the chance to yet,” He smiled sadly, hoping they’d last so long he would get the chance bring her someday. He really loved her, possibly more than he could ever remember loving any of his previous girlfriends. They hadn’t been together long, and he knew those feelings were somewhat a reason of newfound love, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He just prayed to whatever God would listen that their relationship weren’t completely broken. After what his socalled fans had done, things between them had been strained. She’d been mad, with all the right reasons to be, and he knew she’d need some time to think and get out of the spotlight. She lived in New York after all, in her own apartment fairly close to his, so the week after the incident she kept complaining about getting mobbed by fans and even some paparazzis and journalists who wanted her comment on the matter.

His and her own private address had of course also gotten leaked. He wasn’t really surprised when she said she wanted to leave the city for a little more quiet time. She left for the town she’d grown up in, claiming she needed to see her mother. Sebastian understood, he really did, but that had been two whole weeks ago and she had barely spoken to him since, only to say she had arrived safely and that she needed more time. He understood, or at least he tried to. His mind was mostly racing by the thought that she might leave him. Which is why he decided to do this interview, hoping she’d watch it and see that he was willing to do everything to defend her, even telling his own fans off.

“So, speaking of Y/N… There were some messages leaked from your phone, wasn’t it?” Laura asked. Sebastian’s jaw clenched on its own and he shifted a little in his seat.

“Um, yeah,” He swallowed. He was beyond nervous, the topic bother him so much since he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all his fault.

“Well, there was a lot of your personal stuff that was leaked as well, but a lot of people talked about the textmessages between you and Y/N. And there were some privat pictures of her as well, as far as I’ve understood? I don’t know, I haven’t seen any of it myself,” Laura chuckled a little at the end, obviously trying to lighten the mood. Sebastian smiled gently at her.

“Yeah, haha. I get that,” He looked down at his hands, clamping them together in his lap as he shifted some more in the chair. “So, um… Listen, that whole thing was partly my fault. I mean, looking back at it now it was stupid of me to use the same password for everything, because it started with some fans hacking my Instagram account and then they tried the same password to my dropbox-iCloud thing, I don’t even know what it’s called… Well, I mean, that was stupid of me really, but I have to say that it was… not cool of the people who shared all those pictures of Y/N,” Sebastian told Laura honestly.

“Yeah, I can imagine neither of you liked that. Is there anything that you would like to say to those people who did it?” The young woman asked. Sebastian cleared his throat.

“Well, you know, I just don’t understand how anyone could do that. I mean, being an actor and stuff, I’m always in the public, you know? I’ve kinda gotta be used it, but she isn’t. So, you know, she’s a waitress, she’s not a public person. There’s absolutely no reason to share those pictures of her. She was really sad about it, and she has all reason to be,” Sebastian said.

“Yeah, yeah. Because there were some… pretty provoking pictures, I’ve heard. Underwear, right?” Laura asked, bringing her cup up to her lips and taking a drink as she waited for Sebastian to answer.

“Well, I mean, yeah. It really sucks, it does, because especially those pictures Y/N sent to me because she trusted that I wouldn’t… release them anywhere, and then some people hack my phone and they get released anyway. It really sucked, and I’m just honestly so… disappointed with those people, because Y/N really didn’t deserve that,” Sebastian felt the rage rise in his chest as he thought about it, but he forced himself to stay calm. Yelling at fans he had no idea who even were, was not gonna solve anything. And besides, the damage was already done, he just had to assure that people understood they couldn’t violate his or his girlfriends privacy again like that.

Fortunately, the interview ended soon after that. Sebastian answered a couple of final questions, luckily unrelated to Y/N so he got some time to calm down before he waved bye to the audience and walked off the stage. The interview wouldn’t be shown until the following day, but he still pulled his phone out of his pocket. She still hadn’t called or texted.

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fanfictionized · 5 years

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The Hating Game - Where It All Began (8)

Characters: Lance Tucker x Latina!OFC

Chapter Summary: The Reader has a hard time believing that people - especially Lance- can change. He’s about to prove her wrong...

Warnings: fluff, making out

Words: 3.4k

The Hating Game - Masterlist // Previous Chapter

Lucy couldn’t stop squirming in her seat, getting home and taking a shower and getting all dressed and ready half an hour before he would come to pick her up.

She sat back in her chair, tugging at the burnt-sienna-colored dress with the low cleavage she had decided to wear (because he deserved that much), a denim jacket bound around her hips in case it’d get cold because she still didn’t know where the heck he’d be taking her and those dark brown, knee-high leather boots so that she wouldn’t be having any trouble with being a lot shorter than him and kiss him more easily-

Oh, but her mind didn’t just stop there, no. She wanted to do so much more than that.

She wanted to fucking destroy him in bed which was weird since he had been suggesting to do the same thing to her pussy ever since the day they met.

And she’d probably not even keep up with her expectations and his because it had been so fucking long. She wanted to cry.

Because she wanted him so fucking much.

Even though she was still just the tiniest bit wary of him, or more clearly, his intentions, she couldn’t believe how intense her lust for him already was.

The reason she had been able to read him like a book was because he had always been a very open one.

Told her unashamedly how much he was into her so there shouldn’t be any fears technically, but that still didn’t keep her anxiety from making her insecure, biting her lips nervously as she looked at herself in the mirror.

She hadn’t overdone it with her makeup, she wouldn’t want to seem desperate or like she gave that much of a shit or that she actually took longer to get ready than she actually did…

Nothing about that really made any sense in her head, but anyways…

There’d be thirty more minutes of waiting before she could walk out into the world and into Lance Tucker’s arms.

Fuck, she wanted to touch those arms again.

Calm your tits, Lucia.

The voice in her head chimed in and strangely it wasn’t her own. Neither was the smug grin she could see in front of her closed eyelids as she took a deep, calming breath.

Before the loud hum of a vehicle’s motor came to a halt in front of their house and pulled her out of her thoughts.

She walked over to the kitchen to spy through the window, seeing the black car from a few nights before standing across the street.

It was dark outside, but not dark enough to hide his silhouette through the windows of his car. Him, smoothing his hair back nervously and thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

She giggled when she saw him acting all nervous and it made her believe that it’d somehow make this whole thing easier when she wasn’t the only one fidgeting.

She decided to do a little something to mess with him, ease the tension because she wouldn’t get into the car until it had escaped at least a little.

She dialed his number into her phone. She’s had it for quite a while. Emergency purposes, considering Ana of cause.

The phone rang and she saw him reach for it from his back pocket, staring at the screen for a few seconds until he picked up.

“Hey” His voice was strangely collected, but she smiled through it anyway because she saw his reaction when he heard her voice; grinning silently into the receiver.

“Hi, Lance.”

“You miss me already, darlin’?” He tried to be so cocky and she found it adorable, knowing how excited he sounded as he was talking to her.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She retorted, biting her bottom lip to suppress another giggle “Since you’re parking in front of my house.” She saw his mouth fall open before his head whipped over to the side, searching for her until he spotted her looking at him through the kitchen window, waving at him while his cheeks grew hot.

“Fuck” He whispered and hung up, seeing her laugh and walk away so he got out of the car, straightening the white dress shirt before he crossed the street to get over to her house.

The door opened slowly.

“’M sorry, I thought you wouldn’t notice-” He began before he saw her standing in front of him in her full glory. He stopped halfway to reaching her door and held his breath as he let his gaze wander over her form, drinking it all in.

She looked so fucking stunning. The hair, the dress, the heels…

His dick twitched in those dangerously tight pants.

“I- You…” He started before she cut him off.

“You look handsome.” She smiled as she eyed him as well.

“You do. I mean, you don’t look handsome, you- you’re hot. I mean-” He stammered.

Oh my god, what’s wrong with you?

She walked closer until she closed the space between them to press a kiss to his cheek, halting his actions like she’d just pressed the shut-down-button.

She pulled away with the cutest grin, keeping her hand on the side of his neck and he hoped to god she wouldn’t feel his pulse fluttering underneath her touch.

“Let’s go?” She asked sweetly while all he could do was nod.

“What’re we doing here?” She asked, raising a brow as she looked out the window, eyeing the gym hall from outside.

“I forgot something earlier.” Was his only explanation as he got out of the car, getting around to open the door for her and she could almost swear that he didn’t even have to think about doing so before he’d already done it.

The word ‘Gentleman’ laid on the tip of her tongue before she thought of who she was actually with, smirking at the thought.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, getting out while she walked alongside him.

The gears in her head turned when he saw him fiddling with the keys in his hands, seemingly on edge.

Her grin only widened.

“And why exactly do you need me to come with you…?” She bugged and made him roll his eyes at her for the very first time. He knew he wasn’t kidding anyone, but admittedly, he had never done this sort of thing before.

Something with a moderate amount of thought behind it.

“Just… trust me with this, okay?” He chuckled before pushing the doors open, both of them walking through the office until he had found the light switch in the dark, illuminating part of the hall to reveal a table standing in the middle of the room’s space with two chairs pushed to each side of it and food waiting for… the two of them she realized.

She bit her lip as she turned around, facing his boyish grin when he looked down at her. He seemed so proud of it, she couldn’t hold in her giggle.

“I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to say right now. This is awesome.” She admitted as she walked into the gym, her heels echoing off the high walls and ceiling.

“Right?” He asked excitedly “I fuckin’ aced this.” He drawled and she shook her head.

“Don’t ruin the mood.” She muttered until he sneaked up behind her, pulling out the chair for her to sit on.

“And which one would that be?”

“One where you just take the freaking compliment and don’t act like you’ve invented date ideas.” She raised a challenging brow at him while he sat down across from her.

“Okay, ouch.” He pouted “How ‘bout you fix your attitude, princess?”

She inhaled a sharp breath at the sound of his pet name for her slipping past his lips.

He grinned. She glared back at him.

“How ‘bout you do it for me?”

The risky question had shot out of her before she had even had time to think about it, making her eyes go wide with realization a second later.

He looked equally stunned before he let out a disbelieving laugh.

“Deal, sweetcheeks.” He chuckled darkly, winking at her as he opened two beer bottles.

“But for that you’re gonna have to take me out for a drink first.” He said sarcastically, raising his own bottle.

She scoffed and clinked their glasses together.

“Oh, so this is what then exactly?” She retorted, raising the bottleneck to her smiling lips.

He leaned back in his chair, the cockiness never having left him.

“This is me enjoying the view, darlin’.” He replied before taking a few big gulps, his head leaning back slightly, still maintaining eye contact as he grinned.

“You’re such a pain in my ass, you know that?” And the second she realized it could also have a very different meaning, seeing him inhaling to comment on what she’d just said she blurted out “Don’t even, Tucker. I swear to god- “

To which he only suppressed a laugh and shook his head in embarrassment as if to correct himself or rather his naughty thoughts being the first ones to fill his head.

“Realized it the second you said it.” He chuckled, making a motion as if to zip his mouth shut.

“Seriously, don’t mess this up.” She began, fidgeting in her seat as she was desperately trying to get the rest of the words out.

“I’m really glad I’m here.” She admitted, biting the inside of her cheek as she awaited his reaction and his cocky smirk changed into something softer- something she had only ever seen a few, rare times since she’s met him. Only ever when he was with her.

“Me too.” He smiled brightly and it made her loosen up, smiling back and moving her hair behind her ears.

“So…” She started “What’s on the menu?”

He laughed.

“Only the best pizza in town.” He chuckled, opening the cardboard box to reveal the pepperoni pizza that was laying in front of them.

“Classic. Beer and pizza.” She chuckled.

“If it’s not from Stefano’s I’m going to be very disappointed.” She sighed, smelling the still-warm food.

He scrunched his face up as he looked back at her.

“Girl… the best one’s from that pizzeria down the street.” He stated, making her scoff.

“And I thought you could be trusted when it came to food.” She gasped.

“I’ll make you a deal” He smirked “You don’t like it, we go straight to Stefano’s right the fuck now.” He raised a challenging eyebrow at her.

“Fine” She pursed her lips before taking a slice and taking a bite, chewing for a moment before shrugging.

“Meh.”

Lance almost jumped out of his chair outraged, hand gesturing wildly.

“Wh- What’s that ‘meh’? Do you not have any taste buds, woman?” He protested, making her grin as she continued eating. Making him the one lashing out once in a while was fun. She did that while chewing on the piece.

He only realized she was still eating when he was halfway through his clamoring. His mouth fell shut.

“You like it?” He asked, perhaps a little annoyed.

She nodded “It’s good.” She giggled with a full mouth, making him huff.

“But not as good as Stefano’s.” She shrugged after having taken another bite, making him let out a chuckle.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He muttered as he took a bite out of a slice.

She smiled as she looked at him and perhaps it was a little bit of everything;

The dinner itself in the gym where they first met, the fact that he’d brought pizza and beer instead of steak and wine, the way he looked in that white shirt and how they could joke around and tease each other without making it awkward…

But in that moment she realized that she really liked Lance Tucker.

And that realization didn’t make her shudder like it would’ve a month ago. No.

It rather filled her stomach with an indescribable warmth.

“Hey, uhm…” She began, the two of them already having finished two slices each as she wiped her fingers on the napkin lying next to her.

“I just wanna say that-” She started but as soon as she’d begun to make her confession, he’d shushed her, looking somewhere behind her with eyes wide open and terrified.

“What?” She stopped, turning her head to look over her shoulder.

The light in the room behind the back entrance had switched on, yet she couldn’t see anyone there, assuming that maybe it had been on the entire time.

“Lance?” She turned back to him in confusion, but before she could say anything else he had stood up and grabbed her hand, pulling her from her chair in surprise and walking them both across the gym.

“Hey!” She whined as they stopped in front of the storage room, fiddling with his keys.

“I’m not proud to say this” He began, pushing the door open before pushing her inside, following her into the darkness.

“But we gotta hide.”

“What?” She hissed loudly, the door clicking shut and her eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the little light that shone in through the small window, fresh air pouring into the room along with the brightness from the street lantern, illuminating them just enough to keep them from bumping into the utensils, ladders and shelves.

“I’m so sorry, god-” He muttered, taking her hand into his and stepping between two shelves which sheltered them and prevented anyone who entered the room from seeing the two of them.

“It’s security outside, but the new guy who doesn’t know me and would think we’re here illegally and call the cops on us, it’s- “

He huffed, running a hand through his hair.

“We’re kinda…” He mumbled, looking around the small space “Not allowed to be here right now?” He tried an awkward smile but even in the almost complete darkness he could see that she wasn’t amused, rather shocked and speechless.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She sighed, holding a hand against her forehead as she closed her eyes in annoyance.

“I wish I were.” He said before a small laugh burst out of him.

“Don’t fucking lie to me Tucker, I swear if-” She started, just as confused as she was frustrated but she couldn’t let out any more of her anger on him before he had pressed a hand against her mouth to shut her up, moving her back against the shelf as his eyes were trained on the door and the light that was pouring in from underneath it, seeing the shadow of the security guys’ feet moving closer until he had stopped right in front of it.

Lucy’s breath came quick and hotly against his hand, staring up at him with big eyes as his gaze was so focused, brows knitting together while his shoulders tensed up.

She barely noticed the sound of the man rattling the door handle from outside to prove that it was truly locked, the pulse of her core thrumming through her entire body, deafening any potential noise that could distract her from looking away from his gorgeous face.

God, he was so fucking hot. And he cared. For her not to get caught, turning his broad back instinctively to shield her from anyone who might waltz through the door and ruin the scenery she was already making out inside her head.

He cared for his little sister. She had never witnessed any man as concerned for her as he had been that night a few days back, clutching the steering wheel as he had raced through the city, risking to lose his license and sanity to get Ana to the hospital and make her feel well again. Even brought her flowers.

Those damn flowers.

She regretted not having put them up in her own room from the beginning, enjoying their smell and let them take her back to better times back when she lived outside the city without all its smog and garbage.

Fuck, she wanted him.

She wanted him so bad.

“I think he’s gone-” He whispered, his gaze softening before he looked down at her, seeing her already dark eyes glinting somehow mischievously, but not smugly like she was about to throw a snarky comment at his head- more like desperately because there was so much lust pooling behind those eyes the sight of it made him forget what he was about to say, looking at her with such wonder and also puzzlement he couldn’t think of anything else but her.

“I, uhm…” He breathed, voice faltering and only then did he realize how closely they were actually pressed together. Against each other.

His hands were resting to each side of her head, having shielded her body with his own somewhat automatically and if he hadn’t lost his ability to speak before, he surely did as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet his lips with hers.

His eyes shot wide open, seeing the slight furrow in her brow as she kissed him deeply, her hands holding the sides of his neck while he could only stand there like an imbecile, his brain not quite yet registering and catching up with the information of what the fuck had just happened- was still happening.

But once her hand went into his hair, tangling her fingers through the gel-stiffened strands to make it softer and easier to hold onto, his eyes fell close in an instant, stiff body loosening and sinking into her embrace as his arms immediately wound around her to pull her even closer. There was no way he was gonna fuck something up he’d been waiting to do since the minute he first saw her.

A small moan left her lips when his palm pressed into the small of her back urgently, driving her closer to him and making her arch her back as she opened her mouth for him- his tongue already having slid across her bottom lip to grant him access and so she did with just as much fervor.

Of cause he was battling for dominance, how could he not, but she had no desire to deny him that when he was just so- so- good at it.

You wouldn’t regret a night with me, babe.

His words had floated in her head ever since he’d said them out loud and in that moment, with his hands feeling over the fabric of her dress, moving lower to grab a handful of her ass and making him groan at the feel of it, she suddenly couldn’t wait to make those words come true fast enough.

She jumped up when his hands held onto the backs of her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist and feeling her calves against his ass which was driving itself forward to rub his denim-clad erection against her dripping core.

His hands just couldn’t stop exploring.

Feeling the swell of her hips and ass underneath his touch was fucking amazing.

But what made his cock really twitch in his pants was running his fingers along her neck, grazing the pulse point to make her inhale a sharp breath before he’d bury them in her hair to tilt her head back and attack her throat with sucks and bites, nibbling and kissing until he’d reached her collarbone, already having her writhing and gasping in his arms.

“Lance…” She moaned and his pelvis involuntarily thrust forward at hearing his name fall from her plump lips so beautifully, his clothed cock rubbing against the thin layer of her panties which were separating him from driving himself inside her.

Her back was bumping into parts of the shelves’ metal behind her, making them rattle and shake until packages were raining down on them, landing on the ground with a dull sound.

Lucy pulled back long enough to break their kiss and gasp for air, making him listen to her as he was trying to catch his breath.

“You wanna… uhm-” He started, stealing her words. She grinned happily before she simply had to interrupt him.

“Your place or mine?”

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Let Me Try and Try Again

Chapter One

Lance Tucker X Luciana Wright (OFC) Chapters found here

Ooo

Clutching the paperwork in his hands, fingers clenching and unclenching periodically as he read and reread every word he wrote. Did he get something wrong? Is he missing something? He knows shit about Maggie’s family medical history except that Maggie had six periods a year and Olympia is a miracle. Rubbing the back of his neck he looked at the hospital bed his little girl was currently residing in, her small chest rising and falling shakily a small breathing mask over her mouth and nose. He allowed his eyes to follow the i.v. of liquids going into her leg, “She’s too small for us to put it in her arm, Mr. Tucker,” the Nurse had mumbled to him. He noticed the dark circles under her eyes and she kept rubbing her own pregnant stomach.

He had asked for a new nurse, asked if they could send her home to sleep because she looked like Maggie had in her final trimester.

Maggie. Dammit. She should be here. The young woman had taken to motherhood like she was made for it. She knew anything and everything that needed to be done with Olympia, knew how to handle her preemie cries when she was first born all the way to her two-year-old tantrums with a firm hand but motherly smile. Lance kept calling her, texting her, trying to get any message through about Ollie hoping she’d answer but knowing she can’t.

His fault. He told her he didn’t care if she went back to training, “You’ll never be an Olympian again,”

“I don’t need a medal, I just need gymnastics,”

Olympia turned in her sleep her dark hair stuck to her forehead from sweat. Lance leaned forward pushed the tangled strands back before placing a small kiss on her forehead.

“Oh, sorry,” The voice startled him, jumping back he looked up to see a blonde woman, wavy hair pulled back into a low ponytail an apologetic smile revealing partially crooked teeth but it lit up her blue eyes. Lance looked back at Ollie before taking in the woman’s Avengers scrub top and black scrub pants; new nurse. Rising from the chair he let the woman check Ollie’s I.V then her vitals, her teeth pulling her pink lip in and biting into the flesh.

God, he is tired.

“Everything okay?” He murmured.

The nurse turned towards him with a small smile, “Her fever hasn’t broken unfortunately but she’s reacting well to the liquids and electrolytes which is a good thing. It’ll keep her hydrated until we can get her fever to break,” The nurse turned back to smile at Ollie, typed something into the computer then waved a hand back to the chair Lance had been residing in.

“Please, Mr. Tucker get some rest until the doctor gets here,”

“Are you going to be our nurse?”

Again she smiled, can a person smile as they are smiling? “For the duration of Little Olympia’s stay, yes,” She nodded her head slowly, “I’m Nurse Luc,”

“Luke?”

She tapped her badge, her fingers moving the red stethoscope out of the way so Lance could see a smiling picture of her with Luciana Wright RN printed below it. Oh, Luc.

“Thank you,” He tried to smile back but a yawn broke through the surface forcing him to turn away apologetically.

“Please, Mr. Tucker, get some rest until Doctor Martin returns. Little Olympia is currently stable, I’ll be back in about two hours to check her fever, alright?”

Lance nodded lowering himself into the chair a small groan escaping him as he fought to keep his eyes open, letting them look back at the paperwork he fretted over before watching Nurse Luc move around the room writing new information on the whiteboard. He honestly tried to be a grown-up, the new Lance, and not notice the roundness of her backside but the way it wiggled in her scrubs made it difficult. Very few people could pull off the uniform most the nurses he’s seen looked shapeless or stiff but Nurse Luc made it work. The top, scattered in the Marvel characters accented her hips; hips that Lance couldn’t help mentally picturing himself grabbing onto, letting his fingers dig into her pale flesh as her pink lips parted in a gasp.

God, he was tired.

“Get some rest, Mr. Tucker,” was the last thing he heard before his eyes fell shut.

***

“Her fever is barely breaking,” A whispered voice crashed into his subconscious.

Rustling followed by: “The mild infection isn’t helping. Preemie baby, small for a two-year-old but it doesn’t seem too alarming,”

Lance’s eyes opened slowly, blinking in and out of focus as he took in the shape of two figures standing near the door. One in dark blue scrubs, male by the broad shoulders with a mop of grey hair pushed back by thin glasses. The other was Nurse Luc donning blue gloves and a small smile as she leaned over the chart the man was holding. Doctor Martin Lance’s mind supplied as he came too completely shuffling making the medical personnel aware he was awake. Nurse Luc noticed first her smile brightening as she looked back from Lance to Ollie to Doctor Martin.

“Hello, Mr. Tucker,” She said softly.

Lance looked over Olympia, during his short nap someone had removed her breathing mask, the color had returned to her cheeks but she still looked too small. Too pale.

“Is- um-” Maggie should be here.

“She’s okay,” Nurse Luc begun.

Doctor Martin turned around them giving Nurse Luc a curt nod before focusing on Lance, “Seems Miss Olympia caught a mild lung infection,”

Lance blanched, “What? Wh-how?”

Doctor Martin held his hands up, “Anything can cause it. Humid air, water from swimming, mildew. With how small she is and her asthma she’ll always be prone to them, unfortunately,” he said it calmly, straightforward almost placating the man.

“So-” He rubbed the back of his neck, “She’s going to be okay right?”

The doctor nodded, “We caught it early. She’ll need to be prescribed a permanent breathing treatment and some temporary antibiotics but otherwise, she’s fine. Currently, our main concern is getting her fever to break,” the doctor held up a hand, “It’s quite normal. Children run warm we’re just waiting for it to drop below 100 before we feel comfortable enough for you to take her home,”

A weight lifted from Lance’s chest, allowing him to take a full breath of air in for the first time since Ollie started coughing. Looking back at his daughter he sighed in relief, running a hand over her own fist lifting it to kiss softly before turning back to the doctor, “Thank you,”

“Of course. Luciana,” Doctor Martin started requesting a test to be run on her blood work, words floating in and out of Lance’s awareness as he watched his daughter breathing slowly. Each breath was still a little shaky but they weren’t as shallow and her cheeks really did look pinker. A shaky laugh escaped him, dropping his head to the bed letting the cool blanket brush against his prickly skin as he fought back the urge to cry. She is okay. She’s going to be okay and he has nothing to worry about. He won’t have to pull Maggie from her training nor will he be forced to admit he’s a terrible dad.

She’s going to be okay.

“Mr. Tucker?” A hand brushed his shoulder, warm against the cool of the room.

Lance looked up at a smiling Nurse Luc, “We are wanting to keep Little Olympia for at least another twenty-four hours just to monitor her as we start the newest form of breathing treatment and to watch her fever,” She moved her hand, her long slender fingers gripping at the stethoscope around her neck, “She’ll be sleeping for a while if you want to go grab some breakfast,”

“Uh, yeah, okay thank you,”

She nodded, biting her pink lip again and Lance noticed a small dimpled hole stretching as she tugged the flesh into her mouth. Seriously, he’s trying hard not to let his mind wander but images of those pink lips, a lip ring adorning the plump flesh as she gasps beneath him filled his mind until he had to look away from her. This was about Olympia not about his bouncing libido that has been neglected for months, way too many months for his liking.

Nurse Luc checked Ollie’s IV one more time, smiling her ever-present smile before leaving the room and Lance with his rambling thoughts. Checking his phone he saw it was only six in the morning, Maggie would be asleep right now not knowing what is happening with Ollie. Tapping his screen a few times he finally broke down enough to send her what Doctor Martin told him about Olympia’s condition making sure to highlight that she is okay, currently. A soft click informed him that Nurse Luc had left the room, leaving Lance to lean back in the chair hand outstretched to clutch the blanket beside Ollie’s bed her small hand bunched into a pale fist.

“Let’s try to keep these heart attack experiences to a minimum, huh sweetheart” he laughed softly letting his head fall back and sleep settling his body once more.

***

Olympia woke up four hours later, tears streaming down her eyes as she stretched out for her Daddy, dark eyes flashing under the dim hospital lights. Lance rubbed at her chin, pushing his finger into her dimple until the little girl smiled dimly, “Hey sweet girl,”

“Hi,” She whispered.

Lance rubbed a finger over her hand, “Is Daddy’s girl feeling okay?” He wasn’t really expecting an answer even for an almost-three-year-old the toddler was still only semi-coherent but when she shook her head no, just the smallest movement Lance felt it deep inside his stomach; twisting and pulling until the visceral need to beg anybody to allow him to trade places with his daughter nearly swallowed him whole. Lifting from the chair he maneuvered Ollie until she laid close to his chest, her I.V line draped over his waist as the little girl cried softly every now and then dark blue eyes blinked up at him as he wiped away her tears.

“Its okay, Baby girl, I know you don’t feel so good but I promise it’s going to be okay,” Olympia nodded slowly, sweat drench hair rubbing into Lance’s shirt until he wasn’t sure if the wetness was from tears or from her damp skin.

Wait. Hitting the call button Lance felt the back of her neck, his fingers rubbing the wet skin carefully until the door cracked open and an unfamiliar face poked inside the room. A redhead with mossy green eyes smiled politely letting it fall as Lance shook his head, “Where’s Nurse Luc?”

The woman frowned, “She’s on lunch,”

“I need her,” The woman straightened her back, shoulder pulling back until she looked taller, much taller than she deserved to look. Lance narrowed his eyes clutching Ollie closer to his chest as the little girl looked on with teary eyes, “She’s Olympia’s nurse-”

“I know, Sir, but I’m her fill in. I see that Miss Tucker is awake so if you wouldn’t mind I can check her-”

“NO.” His jaw flexed, the nurse backed off slowly her frown deepening until it turned into a professional scowl as she nodded curtly and turned on her heel to exit the room. Lance looked down at Ollie who’s blue eyes followed his every movement, “There is a nicer lady, a really nice lady with a pretty smile who can help you, Baby girl,” She nodded once. Lance rubbed her back rocking her as best he could in their prone position until the door started to open again and the ever-present smile of Nurse Luc peeked into the room, her scrubs had changed from the last time Lance saw her. Plain blue ones with white stitching across the pockets, her pants still the black shade but now had their own set of white stitching, her stethoscope was still the same.

“How can I help you, Mr. Tucker?” Nurse Luc closed the door behind her, head cocking to the side, “Oh, Hello Little Olympia,” Her voice dropped a subtle drawl tugging the words from her mouth as she turned her smile towards the little girl.

Olympia kept her face pressed into her father’s chest only allowing one tear-filled eye to blink back at Nurse Luc. That did dissuade the Nurse any as she walked towards the bed, stepping around the vacant chair to pull the monitor towards her, “How long has she been awake?” she asked softly.

Lance rubbed Ollie’s back, “Less than an hour, but she’s damp, really damp,”

Nurse Luc turned back to the little girl, “That may be a good thing. Do you mind sitting up with her I want to run her vitals real quick,”

Her fever had broke now in a green area of 98.4 instead of her frightening 100 level fever, Nurse Luc removed the I.V allowing the little girl some time to eat something light until Doctor Martin was able to arrive and make sure that she was going to be stable. Lance wanted to apologize for the way he treated the other nurse, but his mind kept reeling at the thought of another nurse putting their hands on his daughter after Nurse Luc had provided constant care over the last twenty-four hours. Her smile reassuring even the sick the child who had smiled back after a quick towel bath, a small laugh followed by a quick cough when Nurse Luc tried to sing along with the Doc Mcstuffins theme song Lance had pulled up on his phone.

“Thank you,” He offered as the Nurse prepared to leave to allow Doctor Martin to exam the toddler.

She shook her head, “She’s precious and trusts me I understand about getting attached to a care provider in times like this,” Lance might have blushed if that had been something he was physically capable of doing.

***

Maggie called an hour before they allowed Olympia to be sent home her voice breathy and worried as Lance excused himself to the hallway letting Nurse Luc watch over the little girl.

“Is she okay? What’s wrong? Dammit, I won’t be able to get a plane ticket right now-”

“Woah, no, that’s okay honestly she’s okay,” Lance tried to reassure the young mother.

“Okay? Tucker you called me thirteen times during my trials, sent me twenty-two texts freaking out and now you’re telling me she is okay?” Did Maggie not read his confirmation text?

“Yes, I promise, look the doctor said it was a mild lung infection. They want to put Ollie on a permanent breathing treatment and she’ll have to take a couple weeks worth of antibiotics until her primary care provider can see her,” He sounded condescending something he was truly working on but sometimes Maggie drug this part of him out. Letting the old Lance see the daylight with an eye roll and well-placed sunglasses.

Maggie groaned, “I won’t be back in time to set up a PCP appointment, Tucker,”

“I got that, Maggie,”

“Do you even know who her doctor is? You know what, fine, yes okay I’ll send her information to you after my next set but please keep me updated as much as possible,” Maggie started to sound far away, her voice echoing letting Lance know she had entered the training arena. With a promise to let her know when Olympia was home safely and to call her Mom for any immediate emergency assistant they hung up and he wandered back into the room catching Nurse Luc and Ollie in the middle of a sloppy, poorly timed game of patty cake.

“Oh, look,” Nurse Luc pointed towards Lance who smiled at his daughter, “Daddy has returned which means you get to go home now!” The little girl clapped her hands along with the nurse who straightened up and rubbed a soothing hand over the girl’s hair before turning to Lance her smile brightening, “You have all the information and prescriptions? Good, remember a two-week check-up with her doctor and if her fever returns, anything above 102 you bring her in immediately alright?”

Lance nodded, “Thanks again, Nurse Luc,”

She smiled, “It was a pleasure, Mr. Tucker,” she turned towards Ollie, “Little Olympia,” Lance watched her leave feeling a smirk tug up his lips as the nurse sent him a conspiring wink before closing the door behind her leaving the gymnast and father wondering if he should saunter after her or reel in the urge.

“Dad’y,” Olympia poked at his stomach, forcing his attention back towards his daughter.

“Yeah, I got you.”

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