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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 16- Finale)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: Last chapter my friends, after this, I’m no longer writing

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 504

Summary: It’s been a couple months since Lance finally cut Kathy out of his life- now that she’s gone, he’s recovered enough for the next step.

Warnings: mentions of abusive parent, mentions of TMZ being annoying

part 15

(GIF not mine)

It had taken a couple days, but Lance finally got the stench of his mother off of him.  He had regained all his progress from therapy again, he was seeing Dinah regularly again, he was taking care of himself again- he was much happier now.  He even got a bigger pride flag just to spite her, even though she’d never see it.

What was even funnier was, now that Kathy got a piece of his mind, he gave the press an even bigger piece.  He was purposefully and unapologetically bi on social media- Freddie Mercury and David Bowie type bi.  TMZ hated it, but his followers and students were so proud of him!

He had also finally cut all ties with Kathy.  He blocked her IP address so she couldn’t email him, blocked her number, and blocked her on all social media.  Kathy was nothing but a bad memory now.  He hadn’t thrown away pictures, mainly because many of the photos of Kathy in them were his cute baby pictures.  So you both opted to scribble out her face in every photo.  It was a fun mental cleanse/ couples bonding activity.

“Here you go, darling,” you grinned, setting a plate of sausage and eggs in front of him as you kissed into his hair.

He grinned the cutest little smile, immediately digging in, like a toddler with chocolate birthday cake.  “Thank you,” he said through his third mouthful.

“Hungry?” you chuckled, grabbing the morning paper to read the editorial, “you’ve already eaten two bowls of fruit already,”

“Just nervous… and hungry,” he shrugged

“Nervous for what?” you asked.  There was no tournament?  Was there a talent exhibition one of the girls was in?  You didn’t think so.  

“Just… things… busy gymnast life, y’know?” he said, awkwardly sipping at his apple juice

You just shrugged and rolled your eyes playfully.  “You’re cute, but you’re not good at keeping secrets.

He gave you a quizzical look as he ate another sausage link, “se...crets?” he questioned. “You left the ring box on the bathroom counter,” you chuckled

Lance searched his pockets to see if she was right.  Joke’s on him, you’re always right.  “Damnit,” he sighed, “it was supposed to be a surprise…”.

“It was a surprise,” you grinned leaning over the table to kiss his nose, “no girl expects to see a two karat diamond ring sitting in the bathroom when she’s trying to take a wiz,”.

He laughed.  “Should I go get it?” he flushed, very embarrassed.

“Doesn’t really matter, I’m already wearing it and my answer is already ‘hell yes’” you smirked, showing off your decorated left hand.

Lance just cupped your face and kissed you.  “You’ve made me into a better man…” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

“That progress was all you, sweetheart, I only gave you a push,” you replied, booping his nose, making his face adorably scrunch up.

“Well you inspired me to be good- the only truly positive force on my life,” he grinned, “I love you,”

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 13)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: last series I’ll write guys, only a few chapters left

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 775

Summary: Kathy is digging down into Lance, so deep, he doesn’t seem to be himself...

Warnings: terrible parenting, Lance’s mom being a bitch, biphobia, teeny bit of homophobia, bad mental health, a lot of yelling, and insults thrown at the reader

Part 12

(GIF not mine)

“I’m sorry Lance…” you sighed, lying beside him in your big, king-sized mattress.

Lance had been so stressed with his mother around, even just for forty-eight hours of her being here.  He was exhausted by the end of the day and barely talked to you when it was just you two.

“I thought maybe we could impress your mom with all this… I didn’t really think about how she’d affect your mental state…” you apologized, genuinely wanting him to know that you were sorry.

“I forgive you.  It’s not entirely your fault anyway…” he replied, holding your hand that was rested on the freshly cleaned sheets, “I should’ve at least told you why I didn’t like her, instead of just vaguely insulting her…”.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you when she’s gone,” you said, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead.  “Get some sleep, sweetheart, you need it,”.

Lance walked downstairs, stretching once he reached the bottom and giving a hearty yawn.  He felt good this morning.  He had gotten a full night’s rest, he had a nice hot shower, and he got a good morning kiss from you this morning.  With a soft grin on his face, he strolled into the living room to grab his magazine from the table.

“Lancey?” His mother called.  She didn’t sound mad, but she didn’t sound pleased either.  “What’s this?” She asked, pointing to the bi pride flag hung on the wall.

Oh fuck he forgot she was here.  Lance swallowed once he processed what she had asked.  This would not go down smoothly… “that’s a, Uh… bisexual… pride… flag…,” he admitted, trying not to choke on his fear.

Kathy tutted, taking a deep breath.  Who knew it was possible to breathe condescendingly?  “A what pride flag?” She asked.  It’s not that he didn’t hear him, she was just giving him a chance to change what he said.

“... bisexual…” Lance said in his smallest, quietest voice.

“Cmon Lance!” She cried, startling both you and your boyfriend, “I can handle you being gay; at least the media would like you, but BIsexual?  That’s just being indecisive…”.

Lance didn’t even retort, he just sat up, eerily calm, took his magazine, and marched back upstairs.  He was going to pretend this morning didn’t happen.  Maybe even pretend he didn’t exist.

You watched, mouth agape, unable to decide what to do.  “What the fuck was that?” you groaned at Kathy, flipping her off as you went upstairs to comfort your boyfriend.

You quietly approached the bedroom door, knocking on the door softly.  “Lance?  Baby?” you called gently, not wanting to startle or upset him further.

He only responded with a half-sob, half-groan.

“Darling, it’s me, Kathy is still downstairs… It’s just me,” you said, “we don’t have to talk about it, I just know you need someone right now,”.

“Go away!  I don’t need any damn hugs!” he shouted, throwing something at the door,  scaring you so badly you jumped away from the door with a shriek.

Lance hadn’t come out of his room all day, and you were really concerned.  You decided to clean up the house a bit, open some windows and light a few candles, just to clear the air and bring some literal and metaphorical light in. “Lance, you really need to come out…” you hummed, scared he’d yell at your or throw something again, “we’re going to see Dinah- I’ve told her about what’s going on and she really wants to see you to help...:”

“I cancelled my appointment,” he grumbled, the bed creaking from the other side of the door.

You didn’t know what to say.  “You… WHAT?!” you gasped, trying not to yell, “Lance, you can’t cancel your appointment!  Not this week!  You nnneeeeeedd to see Dinah!”.

“I’m fucking fine, bitch!  I’ll just see her next week, no need to get your panties in a bunch,” he scoffed, opening the door forcefully, startling you.

There were bags under his eyes, he was wearing his oldest, grossest clothes, his hair was messy again, and his nails were bit down to the nub.  Tell tale signs he was coping badly.  That’s what Dinah even told him!

“Lance, you’re a mess…” you whispered, feeling so bad for him.  What was he spiraling into?  “Lance, c’mon baby, let’s get you cleaned up and out of the house…” you said softly, putting your hand on his arm to guide him to the bathroom.

He scowled at you, fighting out of your grip.  “Let go!  Geez, stop nagging…” he whined, ripping away from you.

“Lance!  Sweetheart!” he slammed the door back in your face, flopping back down in bed.

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 15)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: almost done guys, it’s been fun <3

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 510

Summary: Kathy’s reign of terror is over!  But it’s shocking to find out how it started...

Warnings: mentions of abuse (physical and emotional)

part 14

(GIF not mine)

You slowly made your way down the stairs to the living room where Kathy was.  There was a single light on, giving the room an eerie yellow glow- almost like Kathy was a slimy serpent in her lair.  Were you nervous to confront her?  Yes.  She insulted and demeaned you, and would most likely not listen to you.  But, would you do it anyway?  Yes.  Because you loved Lance and he needed your help.

You took the last step down to the floor, peeking into the living room.  You saw the witch sitting in the nice chair, looking through photos.

“Hey, Where’d you get those?!” You gasped softly, going over to her to make sure she didn’t ruin any photos.

“Am I not allowed to be nostalgic about my little boy?  And I just found them…” she answered, nose up in the air.

You looked down at the photos she was holding… it was the class picture Lance once kept in his desk.  Why was that one so interesting to her?

“Oh… I always hated this picture of him,” she sighed, “I was mad because he didn’t wear concealer over the bruises like I asked him too… but I miss him as a child…”.

Wait, hold up- BRUISES?  So it wasn’t dirt?  And she wanted him to cover them up?  Wait… holy fuck!

“You mother fucking bitch!” You lashed out, ripping the photo out of her hands, “You’re the one who fucking GAVE those bruises to him!”.

Kathy glared at you like death herself.  “How dare you accuse me of such a thing?!” She cried, standing up, stomping her heels into the carpet.

“It all adds up!  His condescending nature, alcoholic coping mechanisms, misogyny and cruelty towards woman…” you ranted, your face red with anger; you were going to fucking chew this bitch out!  “It’s because he learned from YOU!  Because he hates YOU!  It’s all because of YOU!” You shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her.

She stood there stammering, mouth opening and closing like a fish.  “You have no fucking proof!” She lamely yelled back.

Your jaw clenched.  You were gonna give her HELL if she didn’t shut the fuck up!  This is why Lance never took care of himself- he was never taught how or even that he should!  And of course he has anger problems!  His mom fucking hit him for any miniscule mistake!

“Where the fuck do you get off?! You can insult me, my house, my lifestyle… but you’ve gone too fucking far!” You yelled, puffing up your chest, staring Kathy down.  “You come on here and break down Lance just because you’re too much of a cunt to let him heal from YOUR toxicity!” You were not stopping, she deserved this, “so you can pack your bags, take your bad attitude and shitty parenting skills and GET the FUCK out of MY HOUSE!”.

Kathy turned lobster red with anger, but before she could punch you, Lance threw her bags over the loft banister.

“GOOD RIDDANCE FUCKER!” He chanted, finally feeling free, finally free!

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 14)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: last series I’ll write guys, only a few chapters left

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 550-ish

Summary: Lance’s behavior has changed very dramatically.  You aren’t going to take it anymore.

Warnings: fatphobia, unwanted affection, bad mental health

part 13

(GIF not mine)

Lance sipped at his black coffee, dark circles under his eyes as he gave his girls cold stares.   Honestly, you were surprised that any of the girls could do their routines with Lance’s angry eyes focused on their every move.

“I’m going to grab your lunch, okay… Lance…” you hesitated.  For some reason he didn’t want you calling him ‘Lance’ at work.  Last time you called him by his first name he snapped at you; “that’s COACH TUCKER to you!” he shouted, pointing threateningly.

“Yeah, grab me a beer while you’re out, sweet cheeks,” he smirked, pinching your ass as you walked by.  He chuckled at his little ‘victory’, looking like a total douche.

You paused, not knowing how to feel.  It wasn’t abnormal for Lance to playfully spank you or pinch you… but not at work.  He had done it once before and you told him it made you uncomfortable to do that in front of his students.  He said it wouldn’t do it again… it felt weird.  You just kept walking.

You came back to see the girls sweating and chugging water, Lance’s face lobster red.  “What happened?” you asked, running over to Lance.

“Hannah decided to get mouthy with me, so I drilled them all…” he groaned, sending death glares at Hannah. Hannah have him the ‘what-the-fuck’ shrug, jogging up to you.  “All I did was politely ask him to stop yelling at Bunny and Julia, because they were about to cry,” she explained, clearly frustrated.

“Lance.  Office.  Now.” you said sternly, pointing to the fogged-glass door.

“You don’t boss me around, porky,” he scoffed “nagging bitch,”.

You slapped him straight across the face, anger taking over instantly.  “Girls, you may take lunch until three, Lance, you better figure out how you’re getting home,” you said, trying not to cry as you stormed out to your car.

You sat in your seperate room, quietly reading, occasionally texting friends about going to the movies this weekend.

“Baby?” you heard a soft, small voice come from your door.

You looked up to see a very sorry-looking Lance poking his head through your door.

“Have you come to apologize?” you asked, crossing your arms, not making one move to come towards him. He nodded.  “May I come in?” he asked.  You allowed him.

He stepped in, kneeling on the floor beside your spot on the bed.  “I’m sorry I insulted you… I’m sorry I… harassed you,” he whined, feeling very guilty, “and about my continuous tantrum since yesterday,”.

You expression softened.  “Lance, yesterday your anger was justified- what Kathy said was rude, arrogant, and ignorant,” you said, cupping his face and kissing his nose.  He smiled softly.  “Today, what you did to the girls, was not justified… I forgive you for what you did to me, but you need to apologize to your students,” you said, looking him in the eye. He nodded in understanding, “yes ma’am,”.

“Good boy,” you smiled, pecking his lips softly, making him purr.

“LANCE!” Kathy yelled, making him flinch.

“Go to bed, I’ll deal with her,” you whispered.  He gave your a kiss on the forehead as a thank you.  With a deep breath, you sat up.  Time to deal with the witch that was Kathy.

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 12)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: yo... I might have already given Lance mom a first name, but I can’t remember or find it.... so Lance mom may or may not have two names?

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 581

Summary: Even in his attempts to avoid or tolerate his mother, Mrs. Tucker pushes Lance patience to the limits

Warnings: terrible parenting, fatphobia, Lance’s mom being a bitch

Part 11

(GIF not mine)

Lance took a deep breath as he entered the gym.  Finally!  He was away from his mother!  All morning she had been “tidying” his house, moving furniture and decorating in a more “appropriate” fashion… not only that, she kept giving (Y/N) crap about the breakfast she made.

It pissed Lance off so bad!  She made a whole breakfast full of good stuff and his mother gave her shit for the “fatty sausage” and “high caloric intake”.  Don’t even ask about the backhanded comments (Y/N) got from his mother.

He felt bad, abandoning (Y/N) with his mom, even if it was just for an afternoon of shopping.  But, he really needed the break and his girls needed their coach- regionals were coming up this summer!

“Alright, before lunch, we’re gonna go through the routine’s.  Hannah, Daria, you got your ribbon routine ready?” He asked, But was interrupted by the dramatic opening of the door.

“Lancelot!” Mrs. Tucker called out, smiling.  Even with the warm grin, Lance was NOT comfortable with this.

“Hiiiiii… I thought you were out SHOPPING,” lance grinned fakely, gritting his teeth as he glared at his girlfriend.

“I tried to keep her busy-“ you tried to explain, but the Tucker matron talked over you.

“These must be your options for a Olympian?” She hummed, looking over the girls, “hm… thought it would be more promising…”.

The girls awkwardly looking at each other.  They thought Lance was proud of them,  he said they had great potential!

Lance scowled at his mother, taking a deep breath to calm down.  “Mother, these are my students…” He introduced, “girls, this is my… my mother, Kathy,”.

“Hello girls, I’m Katherine Hera Tucker, But to you, I’m Mrs. Tucker,” She hummed.

The girls gave uncomfortable hums and nods as greeting before going to start their routines.

“Rude…” Kathy shrugged, going back to her son.  “Anyway, darling, I wanted to treat you to lunch,” she said, fixing Lance’s hair and adjusting his collar.

Lance looked over at you.  All you did was shrug stressfully, an apologetic expression on your face.

“Sure, I guess,” he nodded, taking a deep breath.  At least it would be free food.

“That’s not how you talk to me.  It’s ‘yes mother, thank you’” she ordered, flicking his forehead, making him flinch, “and sit up straight, you’ll get a hunchback,”.

This would be a delight.

“Don’t drink, it makes you sloppy- can’t have that,” Kathy said, snatching Lance’s scotch glass away from him, “you’re an olympian, you’re more sophisticated than that,”.

He groaned, rolling his eyes, prompting his mother to flick him again, her sharp nails leaving little marks on his skin.

“Uhm… why don’t we get an appetizer, Lance has been training very hard with his students, so I bet he’s hungry after all that practice,” you said, hoping that would make Kathy proud; Lance working hard as a coach.

“Oh darling no, those are full of fat and salt,” she cringed, sipping at her wine, “Lance can’t have that and Lord knows you don’t need it,”.

Lance took her wine away.  “Mother!” he accused, “don’t be condescending!”.

“Watch your tone, Lancelot, I am your mother and you are to respect me,” she said, flipping through her menu.  That bitch didn’t even pay attention to Lance or anything he said.  This was going to be a fun afternoon…

He groaned, slouching back in his seat, palms pressed to his face in the agony of embarrassment.

“Posture…” Kathy hummed.

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 11)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: sorry I disappeared for a month

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 540

Summary: Lance’s mother is here to visit and is already rubbing Lance the wrong way.

Warnings: talk of bad parenting, implied fatphobia

Part 10

(GIF not mine)

Lance was a nervous wreck.  He did NOT want to pick his mother up from the airport.  He would be alone… in a small car… with his mom… for almost two hours… he was going to die.

“I can’t do it babe…” he sobbed, feeling very panicked, “I can’t tolerate her!  She’s the WORST!”.

You gently cupped his face and looked into his deep crystal eyes.  “Lance, it’s okay, she will be fine, you will be fine, everything will be fine,” you assured him, keeping your tone lighthearted, “you’ll show off your fancy car, nice house-“

“My beautiful girlfriend,” he interrupted.

You chuckled, fixing his collar, “thank you baby…”.  You kissed his cheek to help him calm, “See?  Your mom will be so proud!” You cheered, hugging him tightly.  “Now, you go get your mom, I’ll finish tidying up and start cooking dinner,” you said, handing him the car keys.

Everything was perfect, dinner was on the table, Lance has messaged that he and his mom were parking, and you had the flowers delivered twenty minutes ago!

“Knock knock”- And with perfect timing!

You scampered excitedly towards the door to open it.  “Hello!  Welcome Mrs. Tucker,” you greeted, stepping aside to let her in, “please, make yourself at home,”.

The older woman grinned silently, demandingly handing you her coat as she sat down on the chair by the fireplace.

You looked over at Lance who was carrying her bags.  He did not look happy.  “Worst… two hours… of… my life…” he whispered, lugging all his mother’s designer bags upstairs.

You hoped to Heaven that Lance was just overreacting… you didn’t want to invalidate his feelings, but you didn’t want to judge his mother right away…

“D-did you have a… a good flight?  You came from Orlando, correct?” You said, sitting down on the couch across from her.

“Yes, Orlando,” She said briefly, casually inspecting the interior of the house from her seat.

“Uhm… well, when Lance gets back down here, we can eat,” you hummed, “I made a whole feast for us all- I even made lamb; Lance said it was your favorite,”.

“Well at least you can cook all the food you consume.,.” She nodded, scanning your body, judgment in her eyes.  Was the low cut shirt too boob-y?  Did she think it was too inappropriate?  This may have been the wrong context to show cleavage.

“Alright, let’s eat,” lance sighed, jogging down the stairs.

“Why did you let her come here?!” Lance yelled.  Thank god his mother was all the way on the other side of the house where she couldn’t hear him… “that she-devil has been here for three hours and is already ruining my life!  AGAIN!  I thought I would be done with this when I moved out...”.

You gently put your hand on his arm to comfort him and silently apologize, but he quickly and aggressively pulled away.  “I’m sorry Lance, I didn’t think this would irk you so much..” you sighed, “but I didn’t even think she was doing anything that bad…”.

“That’s Just it!  She has her subtle ways of breaking you down,” he growled, seething, “she picks and jabs at you with subtle passive aggressive until you’re wrapped around her clawed finger….”.

“Well… you have work tomorrow, so at least you’ll be away from her, that way you can have a bit of space to yourself,” you reminded, “and I’ll talk to her,”.

“Promise?” He asked, looking at you warily.

“Promise,” you nodded, blowing him a kiss, which he timidly accepted.

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 6)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: WOO ANOTHER CHAPTER THAT’S NOT A MONTH LATE!

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 766

Summary: After what you had witnessed, you confront Lance about his mental health.

Warnings: troublesome mental health?

Part 5

(GIF not mine)

Steam rose from the bowl of hot vegetable soup as you handed it to Lance.  He gave a small grin as he took the warm bowl in his hands.  The welcomed heat felt good as the pouring rain outside made the house FREEZING.

Lance had been quiet most of the day, after you had caught him crying.  You were glad you didn’t walk in at that moment- he would have closed himself up like a clam and you wouldn’t have been able to communicate with him.  But now, YOU were the one who was nervous to talk.  You didn’t want to embarrass him.  And what if you were wrong?  What if it wasn’t what you thought it was?  But… you had to talk to him.  If you were wrong, you were wrong, end of story.  But if it was a problem, it had to be taken care of.

“Lance?” You squeaked from your seat across from him at the table, “I need to talk to you about something…”.

The color drained from his face.  That phrase never gave off good vibes.  “Y-Yes?” He muttered, a bit frightened.

“I saw you… in your… in your office today…” you said, teeth worrying on your lip, “you were upset… crying.. I Uh… I wanted to know… know if you were okay?  You haven’t really been… yourself lately,”

Lance sighed, holding his head in his hands.  He tried not to cry again.  “You… you were right… I’m a fucking asshole…” he sniffed, voice cracking, “I wanted to change but I can’t change- I’m so far gone I’m… im not worth it… I just wanted to change…”

Your heart broke as he rambled and sobbed, heartfelt word vomit spilling from his mouth.

“Lance,” She said softly, grabbing his hand to hold it, “I think we should get you professional help,”

He looked at you with glassy eyes.  “Like… like a Uh… a shrink?” He mumbled, using his sleeve to wipe his face.

“A therapist, yes,” you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile, “they can help you with your outbursts and work you through your issues,”.

He chuckled, “Lord knows I have issues,”.

“I’ll do some research and get you an appointment soon,” you grinned, kissing his hand softly, hoping he’d receive the token if assuring affection.

Lance sat in the lobby, his leg bouncing anxiously.  He gnawed on his knuckles, since you told him he could chew gum at the psychologist's office.

You filled out his insurance and payment information, naming yourself as his emergency contact.  “Calm down Lance,” you said softly, pressing your hand against his knee to stop his leg bouncing.

“How can I stay calm?  I’m about to spill my guys out to a complete stranger so they can dissect my br- oh” he stopped his rant when you handed him a puzzle cube to solve.  Honestly, sometimes he was like a little kid.

“What’s this guy’s name again?” He asked, grunting as he failed the puzzle and tried again.

“HER name is Dinah,” you answered, “Dinah Gilman- she’s a good therapist, she’ll be able to help you.  And if not, she’ll find you one that will,”.  You smiled at him confidently.  Hopefully him knowing that you were calm would help keep him calm.

A slightly older lady came in, her Afro pushed back slightly with a bright yellow head scarf.  “Lance?” She called sweetly.

He looked up at her and gulped.  “That… that’s me,” He stammered, standing up, shoving his puzzle into his hoodie pocket.

You grinned, giving Lance’s hand a squeeze as you handed Dinah the clipboard with all of his information.  “You’ll be alright, big guy, she’s here to help you,” You reminded him.

“I promise I won’t bite,” she chuckled, her purple lipstick highlighting her smile.

Lance took a deep breath and followed Dinah to her office/ couch room.

You smiled contently, picking up the book you braught.  You were proud of Lance for finally getting the help he needed- asking for help and being vulnerable was hard, especially as a dude.

“I’ll see you next week, darling,” Dinah grinned, waving goodbye to Lance before walking back to her office.

“How was your first session?” you asked cheerfully, putting your book back in your bag.

“It was… fine,” he shrugged.  It wasn’t the most glowing report, but you weren’t going to force Lance to talk about it- the session was private talk between him and a professional.

“Well I’m glad you’ll be seeing her again,” you grinned, patting his shoulder sweetly, “thank you for stepping out of your comfort zone to better your health,”.

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 9)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: holy shit, I actually got two chapters done in the SAME DAY

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 477

Summary: Lance feels horrible about his outburst, but feels even worse about why it happened.

Warnings: talk of bullying and blackmail, mentions of biphobia, dealing with sexuality, coming out

Part 8

(GIF not mine)

The drive home was quiet and awkward. Lance was wet, sticky, and crying, very broken.  Cameron pushed him far too beyond his limits.  What was even worse was that this was one situation where you didn’t know how to comfort him.

You parked in the driveway, but neither of you moved to get out.  Lance honestly didn’t feel like moving.  Or existing.

“Lance- I… uh…” it was hard to come up with words.  What were you supposed to say?  You didn’t know what was going on, why it happened, how it started, or what Lance needed to talk about.

“I hate him…” he said flatly, his face contorting into a harsh scowl, “I’ve always hated him… never thought it would happen… now he’s outed me in front of two hundred people…”

“Outed you?  Lance… are you… are you… gay?” you asked, hoping he knew he was safe to tell you, you didn’t want him to feel judged.

“No!  I… I’m… it… it’s complicated,” he stammered, frustration holding his tongue, “I’m not gay!  I know I’m not!  But Im… I don’t think… i’m… AGH!”.  He pulled at his hair, crying out of too many emotions overwhelming him.

You gently reached over, keeping his hands away from his head, fearing he mind start hitting his own head.  “Hey, shh… it’s okay, I’m here…” you soothed, pulling him into a soft hug, rubbing his back as he cried into your shoulder.  “It’s okay, you’re safe here,” you whispered.

It took a few minutes, but Lance eventually calmed down.  Still upset, but no longer crying.  You were gently stroking his hair, kissing the side of his face, even though he was still sticky.

“Remember that time you saw me crying in my office?  Over that grade school photo?” he sniffed, pulling out of your arms to look you in the eye.

You nodded.  “Yeah, that’s the reason I contacted Dinah about you,” you nodded, squeezing his hand.

“That boy, sitting next to me?” Lance said.  You nodded, indicating that you remembered him.  “That was Omar… he was… he was… my… my secret boyfriend,”.  Your expression softened as you stroked his cheek with your knuckles.  “I dated him for a while, before Cameron found out and blackmailed me with it…”.

“Lance… I’m so sorry…”

“But I swear I’m not dating you to prove I’m straight!” he cried, scared you’d leave him, “I really do love you, I’m attracted to you, I WANT to be with you…”.

“Lance?” you said softly, helping his racing mind focus again, “are you bi?”

He gulped, nodding.  “Yeah…” he said under his breath, “I like boys and girls… I’m… I’m… bi,”.

“I know it feels weird now, it’s a very stigmatized word… but I’m here to help you accept yourself,” you cupped his face gently, using your thumbs to wipe tears away from his face, “I love you, and accept you for who you are, always,”.

He smiled, hugging you tightly, “thank you,”.

“Now let’s get you inside and showered, then I’ll make you some hot tea,” you smiled.

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 8)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: I’m trying to keep up with this- school started and i’m trying to manage my time well :)

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 766 (thought it was more, I’m disappointed)

Summary: With his improving mental state and behavior, Lance feels prepared to attend his high school reunion.  But an old classmate decides to push his buttons.

Warnings: bullying, homophobic slurs, 

Part 7

(GIF not mine)

There was a second date.  There were actually many more dates.  Fifty-seven, to be exact.  But who was counting?  Lance was, he loved you very much.

Now that Lance was in a lot healthier spot, it was a lot easier to be integrated heavily into his life.  He didn’t have as many emotional barriers to keep people out, nor did he have his douchey facade to hide behind.  He was working very hard to achieve emotional health and proper communication.

Because of all his progress, Lance felt comfortable attending the coveted, yet dreaded, high school reunion!

Most people, when they see the invitation to their high school reunion in the mail, scream, burn the envelope, and cleanse the house with sage and holy water.  Which is normally what Lance would do, with the added step of binge drinking to forget.  But, this time, Lance seriously considered going.

“Hey, babe?” He called, looking at the glossy postcard, “are we doing anything March tenth?”.

“Uhm… no?” You answered, unloading the dishwasher, “why?”.

“Wanna be my plus one to my high school reunion?” He asked, smiling, showing you the invitation.

“Sure, I’m up for a night out with free food,” you chuckled, handing him his phone to RSVP.

This was great!  Lance would go out there, socialize, see old friends, show off his girlfriend and how great his life is!  This would be fun… right?

“I say.. the white one,” Lance hummed, adjusting his tie, “You look good in floral,”.

You blushed and booped his nose as you slipped your robe off to put on the dress.  “Do you know if any of your friends are gonna be at this thing?” You asked, fluffing your hair.

“I know my old friend Shannon will be there… Gavin, you know Gavin… Uh… Danny?  Maybe?  I don’t know, half the time Danny replies he doesn’t show up,” Lance chuckled, racking his brain for anymore people he might know.

“What were you like in high school?” You asked, a bit out of the blue.

Lance stayed quiet for a moment.  “I Uh… I was always at the gym… training to be an Olympian… the typical athlete I guess,” he shrugged, “wasn’t too interested in academics, but I always had perfect attendance!”.

“That’s because you refused to take sick days, dummy,” you laughed, hoping to lighten the mood; he was clearly uncomfortable.

The party was beautiful, simple, but beautiful.  The gym was nicely decorated, the food was great, and there was an open bar- perfect.

Lance was showing you off to all his friends, engaged in conversation, actually smiling.  You were proud of him.

“We’re gonna go get drinks, I’ll see you around Ryan!” Lance said, waving goodbye as you lead him to the punch table.

“Hey, would you look at that, Lance is back,” a grating, throaty voice scoffed.

Lance’s face drained of color as he realized who was addressing him.  “Cameron…” he gulped.

“We’ve missed you all these years, Cameron teases, putting a ‘friendly’ hand on his shoulder.

“That makes one of us…” Lance grumbled, trying to peacefully walk away with his punch.

“Where are you going buddy?  Why don’t we have a talk?” Cameron persuaded, trying to lead lance into a private corner.  Lance was having none of this.

“N-no… I gotta get back to my girlfriend,” He stammered, clamming up.

“GIRLfriend?” Cameron laughed, making sure the whole room heard.  Now everyone was staring at Lance.  “Geez, who knew cock sucker Tucker would have a GIRLfriend!” He screamed.

You were so confused.  Cock sucker Tucker?  Wait a minute…

“GO AWAY CAMERON!  I don’t want to cause trouble!” Lance said, shaking with anxiety.

“It’s not trouble, I just want you to tell your girlfriend what you are,” he smirked evilly.

“Don’t say it…” Lance begged, just about to cry.  Lance crying is a bad sign, Lance crying in front of an audience… that’s a meltdown.

You ran up to him, trying to get him away from the situation.  “C’mon, sweetheart, let's go home,” you whispered, leading him away.

“Oh so YOU’RE the chick dating this-“ Cameron hummed.

“DON’T SAY IT!” Lance cried

“This... PHAGGOT,”

Lance snapped.  Lance whipped around, too quick for you to react and stop him, and splashed his glass of cherry punch all over Cameron’s white shirt and blazer.

Cameron had a bad look in his eyes.  He reached over to the table, grabbed the whole punch bowl, and dumped it on Lance head, soaking him in sticky fluid, semi-melted ice cream, and pineapple chunks.

“Fuck… you…” Lance breathed out, seething.  He marched out angrily- this was a mistake.

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 7)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: PLOT IS PICKING UP... sorta. and YES!  MORE THAN 800 WORDS!

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 1520

Summary: Lance is definitely improving with the added help of Dinah- now he had something important to ask you.

Warnings: dealing with feelings, vulnerability, fatphobic language, mild violence, insecurity

Part 6

(GIF not mine)

The room was eerily quiet as Dinah scribbled notes in her pink, holographic notebook.  It was so quiet, Lance cringed at the sound of his clothes shifting against each other as he hugged his knees to his chest.

Lance had been seeing Dinah consistently every week for about a month and a half, and he had gotten very comfortable with her; (Y/N) was right, she really did help him.  He was noticing fewer temper tantrums, he felt less depressed, he was being a bit more social instead of isolating himself, he felt a lot better.

“So why don’t you think she’ll accept your offer?” Dinah asked, looking up at him with a smile to comfort him.

Lance took a second to answer.  “Well… because I’ve been an asshole to her for years,” he sighed, resting his chin on his knees, “I’ve been so rotten to her- why would she want to go out with me?”

“You have been nicer to her recently, correct?” she hummed, .

“I suppose,” he mumbled in reply.

“And you said last week that you apologized to her, is that right?” she continued.

“I did… she accepted it…” he hummed, “but what if she was just saying that to be nice?!”

Dinah sighed, looking him in the eye.  “From the way you talk about (Y/N) I don’t think she’d fake forgiveness,” she explained softly, “and you can’t know for sure unless you ask her- I say it’s worth a try,”.

He sighed heavily, his stomach already twisting from nervousness.  “I guess you’re right…” he nodded, taking a deep breath, “I’ll give it a try, I’ll ask her,”.

“Good!  I’m glad you’re taking that risk,” she smiled, very proud of him.  He was so closed off, she was happy he was opening himself up a bit.  “And remember, even if she says no, that doesn’t mean you’re any less valuable, nor does it mean you aren’t making progress,” she reminded him.

You looked up from her book and smiled as she saw Lance waving goodbye to Dinah.  “How was it?  Do you feel better?” you asked, getting the car keys out of your bag.  He had such a stressful week and he was really on edge, so this session was really needed.

“I feel good,” he nodded quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets.  He didn’t want to talk… not yet anyway.

You smiled kindly as Lance watched you vacuum the living room.  Lance had been sitting on the couch awfully quiet for the past few hours- he wasn’t normally like this.

“Are you okay, coach?” You asked, turning off the dirt devil for a minute so you could hear him.

He nodded unceremoniously.

“You don’t seem okay…” You hummed, sitting on the couch next to him, “you’re too quiet to be ‘okay’.  What’s wrong?”

He took a deep breath, trying gather up whatever courage he had- which wasn’t much.  “I just… I wanna ask you something…” he mumbled.

“Anything,” you smiled sweetly, trying to subtly show that he was safe telling you.

“I Uhm… would you… Do ya… wanna Uhm… wanna go out sometime?” He asked shyly, “I can… want to take you out to… to dinner…”.  He held his breath, waiting for your answer.

Your expression softened.  Then became hesitant as your brows furrowed.  Would it be wise to go out with your boss?  Well… maybe… why not?  “Sure,” you grinned

“Wait what?” Lance gaped.  She actually said YES!  He was so excited!  “Yes?  Yes!  Thank you!” He squealed, “how about Friday night?”

“Sounds good to me,” she grinned, loving to see him smile so wide.

You were changing in the girl’s locker room at the gym, since Lance wanted to go out right after work.  You’ve never seen him this excited for something since… ever.  He had even done his own laundry for once, wanting his suit to be perfect.  With all his preparations, you were a bit afraid you were underdressed.  Was a pink dress too baby-ish?  Maybe you should have worn flats…

You walked out of the locker room, still fluffing your hair to adjust it properly- this one stupid lock just wouldn’t lie flat!  Setting your black flats on the floor to slip them on, you could hear Lance’s jaw drop to the floor.

“Stunning…” he beamed, looking at your figure up and down, “I never thought pink could look so good,”.

You chuckled shyly, your face blushing.  “That’s very sweet of you,” you rasp, your voice suddenly gone.

“A-are you ready to go?” he asked, shaking his head to break the spell you had cast on him, “the reservations are in thirty minutes,”.

The dance hall was huge!  Well, huge to you, someone who only attends noodle cafes and coffee shops across from Target.  There were so many nicely dressed ladies there, it made you feel a bit uncomfortable.  Thank God for the open bar.

Lance held you on his arm proudly as you both were lead by the waitress to your private booth close to the DJ.  Could you consider someone who only played jazz and swing a DJ?  WHat else would you call them?  Are there different name for- STOP!  You had to calm your mind down before you exhausted yourself.

“Get whatever you’d like,” Lance grinned, handing you a menu, “I recommend their lamb,”.

You nodded, taking a deep breath and skipping to the salad menu.

Lance gave you a look of both concern and playful judgement.  “I know what you’re doing- don’t,” he said, turning the page over to their signature dishes page as well as a wine menu.

After a ordering and getting your food, you felt a lot more comfortable around each other, talking freely and laughing loudly.  “Wanna dance before dessert?” Lance asked, gesturing to the dance floor as the Charleston started.

Your lips parted in an eager grin, nodded your head in agreement.  You took his hand and leaped onto the dancefloor with him, already moving your feet and hips.

Lance was a surprisingly clumsy dancer.  For someone who spent their entire childhood working on form and grace on a blue mat, eating, breathing, and sleeping gymnastics, his footwork was quite off.  It was fucking adorable.  Who knew you’d be the dancer out of the two of you?

Another thing, was that Lance never let go of you, he was always touching you.  He was either holding your hand, or your waist, guiding your hips or your shoulders.  He wasn’t handsy, he never pushed boundaries.  But… it was almost… affectionate.

“Phew- I need a drink,” he huffed, guiding you to a chair on the open bar.  “I’ll get us a couple sangrias, okay?” he grinned, squeezing your hand before going up the bartender.

“How much?” a strange man said to Lance, causing him to turn around from where he was waiting by the counter.

“Excuse me?” Lance hummed.  He had never seen this dude before.  HIghschool maybe?  Nah, he was much older than Lance.  This guy was at least forty-five.

“How much are you getting?” he asked, his botoxed-eye-candy mistress hanging off his arm like a cat on a leash.

“For… what?” he inquired, craning his neck.

“C’mon, there is no way a hot shot like you would get with a fat broad,” he gestured to you, sitting at the end of the bar, “how much did your friends offer to dare you to take her out?  Fifty?  Hundred bucks?”

Lance cringed at him.  Disgusting.  “I’m not getting paid… my friends don’t talk to me..” he hummed, still processing what he just said, “she’s my date!  And for your information, douchbag, she’s a nice lady!”.

“Take it from me, boy, you could do better,” he hummed, nodding in a condescending manner, “you could get a model if you wanted,”.

Without thinking about Lance actions, he punched the man straight in the nose, anger bubbling up inside of his chest.  “Don’t fucking call her that you overgrown dildo!” Lance shouted, throwing money at the bartender for everything, and storming up to you to leave.

“What’s going on?  What happened?” you gasped, shocked at Lance’s seemingly sudden burst of anger.

“It doesn’t matter- let’s get out of here,”

Lance draped a blanket over your shoulders as you ate your cheetoes.  “I’m sorry for what that dude said…” he sighed, bandaging his knuckles as he sat beside you, “I think you’re a beautiful lady,”.

You smiled shyly at him.  “Thank you for defending me- though I wish you had dealt with it in a better way,” you sighed, cupping his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking…” he muttered, playing with the strings of his hoodie, “at least I’ll have a lot to talk about next time I see Dinah,”.

You chuckled.  Even when you were upset with him (mildly), he was adorable.  “You’re a mess, Lance Tucker…” you sighed, “what am I going to do with you?”.

“I wouldn’t mind a kiss…” he said nonchalantly, pursing his lips.

You playfully rolled your eyes, kissing kiss cheek softly.

He blushed hard, showing off his perfect smile.  “Does this mean there will be a second date?”.

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 10)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: alright, we’re going somewhere with this...

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 627

Summary: After coming out to you, Lance feel more comfortable with himself, but something is going to change that...

Warnings: talk of sexuality, brief biphobia, bad mother-son-relationship

Part 9

(GIF not mine)

He had never told anyone that before.  Most people he came out to told him it wasn’t real, that he was too scared to admit he was gay, or that he wanted to be trendy.  But when he told you?  He felt accepted.  You refused to let him alienate himself from the word, “bisexual”, you wanted him to feel comfortable in his own skin and in his sexuality.

It took a while, but Lance eventually started getting used to it, even becoming proud of it.  He even hung up a bi pride flag in the den!  He was very proud of that flag.  He was so cute when he smiled every time he saw it.

The press, on the other hand, was no so proud of him.  The tabloids and gossip networks, not only made fun of and invalidated his seuality, but they REFUSED to even call it what it was!  “Lance Tucker says he likes boys!”  “Tucker outs his complicated sexuality!” “Olympian likes boys AND girls!”  “Tucker swings both ways!”.  Ugh, it was infuriating.  How hard was it to say BISEXUAL?!

As much as the papers irritated Lance, his students were very supportive.  They would talk to him about it, give him helpful and supportive resources, and talk to him about how cute Chris Evans was.  It was lovely, and definitely made Lance a lot more comfortable in who he was.

“Darling?” Lance squeaked, walking into the bedroom, a tired pout on his lips.  You knew that look.

You put your book down at patted your lap.  “C’mere baby boy,” you hummed, reaching your arms out for him.  When Lance was upset, he needed a lot of affection.  He became so soft and needy when he desperately needed cuddles.

Lance crawled up the bed and put his head in your lap, hugging your thighs.  Poor thing looked so tired.  “I had a bad day…” he whimpered, humming as you ran your hands through his fluffy hair.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart?” you asked softly, kissing his head gently as you massaged his shoulders.  Dinah had told you that he needed to work on effective communication.  And, honestly, Lance was getting a lot better at it.

“More stupid tabloids…” he sniffed, his voice muffled by the fact that he buried his face in your lap, “they said some really mean stuff and it hurt…”.

“I’m sorry darling,” you sighed, “you don’t deserve to be made fun of like that,”.

“That’s not the only bad thing,” he groaned, visibly angry about it, “my mother called… she wants to visit…”

“Mother?” you gasped.  Lance never, and you mean, NEVER, talked about his parents, EVER.  You weren’t even entirely sure that he’s talked about them with Dinah.  To be honest, when you first started dating him, you thought his parents were dead.  “Why is that upsetting, baby?” you asked, cupping his face.

Lance sat up, a bit insulted that you would ask that.  “Have you MET my mother?  She’s like the female, reincarnation of Hitler,” he yelled, tensing up.

“Now don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”

“No, absolutely not,”

You looked him in the eye, taking his hand and squeezing it.  “Lance, you are a successful, healthy, and kind-hearted person, you can show that off to your mom and I’m sure she’ll be proud of you,” you said honestly, pecking his lips to comfort him, “and I’ll be there by your side.  Plus, who knows if she’s changed,”.

“I doubt that…” he muttered, gnawing on his lip, “... do you really think I can make her proud?”.

“I know so,” you grinned.

He thought about it for a little bit, still hesitant.  He did not have good memories associated with his mother.

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 1)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is... why?

A/N: lets just see where this goes

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 533

Summary: Lance is particularly pissed off towards his students, so (Y/N) tries to balance it out with her sweetness.  But she’s not letting Lance off the hook.

Warnings: Lance being a dick, mentions of misogyny, mentions of fatphobia. 

“WHAT THE FUCK, JENNA?!” you heard your manager scream from outside of your office.  You were a bit startled by the sudden noise, but it wasn’t surprising.

Your manager, Lance Tucker, was a former Olympic gymnastics gold-medalist turned coach.  He was very talented and self-disciplined; most of his students and trainees got to national teams or Olympics of some sort.  But, as skilled as Lance was in his professional field… he was a complete and total ass.

He was vulgar, loud, easily angered, conceited, and honestly?  Misogynistic.

Not only was he a womanizer, he was so fucking condescending to the girls he would train.  And, of course, you, his loyal assistant.  It also didn’t help that you were fat.  Lance help these impossible standards for his students, and for women’s bodies.  

“But (Y/N)?  WHy don’t you just quit if he’s such a fuck boy?” everyone asks.  At first it was because of the massive paycheck.  But, the longer you stayed, the more clear it became that you were the secret moral support for his students.

They’ll often be left in tears because of Lance.  Whether it be because he screamed at them. Because he worked them to hard with no break, or generally was just a douche to them, you were there to comfort them.  And occasionally, if you were EXTRA patient, and Lance was EXTRA lenient, you could reign him in a bit.

“JENNA I FUCKING TOLD YOU OVER AND OVER!” Lance screamed, his face as red as the christmas decorations scattered around the gym, “YOU HAVE TO FUCKING KE-”

“LANCE TUCKER!” you shouted, interrupting him.  You briskly walked over to him, trying to look as authoritative as possible.  “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Jenna can’t fucking take directions!” he grumbled

“Why don’t you demonstrate for her?” you said, hoping he felt like an idiot.  It wasn’t mean spirited, he just deserved it.

Lance pouted, flipping you off as he went to do the move.  You had no idea what it was called, but you were not about to reveal that to him.

“See Jenna?  KEEP YOUR BODY STRAIGHT!” he screamed, pointing her back to the mat to try it again.

“LANCE!” you scolded, yanking on his ear, “can you TRY to be decent for more than six seconds in your miserable life?”

He slapped your hands away, pushing your shoulder roughly.  “Get off me!” he yelled, fighting like a toddler.

“Girls, you go home, I’ll take care of him,” you said, waving the girls towards the door which they scurried to run out of; they did not want to stay for this shitstorm.

“Lance, why are you such a dick?  You’re here to teach the girls, help them learn.  If they don’t know how to do something, that’s because THEY PAY YOU TO TEACH THEM,” you ranted, very very close to decking him in the face, “be fucking patient!  Most of these girls are barely sixteen!”

“They pay me to become champions, and champions can take criticism,” he sassed

“CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM YOU MORON!” you emphasized, “be fucking decent,”.  You walked back into your office, very ready for a hot meal and a long drink.  Dealing with Lance was draining…

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 3)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: I have no idea where this is going...

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count:

Summary: Lance has landed himself in the hospital and you are stuck taking care of him.  

Warnings: Lance being a dick, as always, illness, fatphobia

Part 2

(GIF not mine)

CInderella had it easy.  She only had to deal with bitchy sisters… YOU had to deal with Lance “man cold” Tucker.

“(YYYYYYY/NNNNNNN)!” Lance whined, coughing and sniffing as he strained his voice, “I neeeeeeeeeeed my TEA!”

“I’m coming!” you shouted, 100000% done with his whining, “don’t get your leotard in a knot!”.  He was so fucking NEEDY.

You walked into Lance’s ginormous bedroom that was littered with empty tissue boxes, various napkins and tissues, and his meds he got from the doctor.  “Here you go ‘your majesty’” you sassed, setting the food tray right beside him.  You decided to be nice and get him some soup as well as the tea he asked for.

“Fucking finally!” he groan, coming out of his blanket cocoon, “i knew your fatass was slow, but give me a break!”

“Hey, I may work from you, but I still deserve human decency,” you said, not taking his bullshit.  What was he going to do?  Sluggishly slump out of bed and taking a lazy swing at you?

“Fuck off!” he cursed, shoveling soup into his mouth as he watched the sports network.  You plashed leftover seltzer water at his face.

“Eat shit, Lancelot,”

Lance FINALLY went to bed, giving you a break.  Well… sort of.  You still had to clean up after that slob, but at least you weren’t listening to him bitch anymore.

You crawled along the floor, picking up the old and used tissues, empty water bottles, and ginger ale cans.  It was gross, sure, but you couldn’t stand the mess.  You were already dealing with an entitled, white boy, you couldn’t deal with the sight of a cluttered room.

You glanced under the bed to find multiple tissues and soda cans.  “Ugh, Lance…” you grumbled, reaching under to get all the trash.  Crawling a bit farther under the bed, you grabbed a half-ful orange juice carton.  “OW!” you hissed, jerking your arm back and hitting your head against the bed frame.

You froze, hoping you didn’t wake Lance.  His loud snoring indicated you were safe.

Curious as to what the hell scratched you, you reached under the bed again.  Hopefully this mess didn’t attract mice and one just bit you and gave you rabies.  As carefully and quietly as you could, you pulled the object out from under the bed.

Despite your instinct not to, you smiled at what you had found.

You held the little peewee gymnastics trophy in your hands.  “Lance Tucker, most improved player…” you whispered, reading the little plaque on the stand.  Why was this under the bed?  Any time Lance won anything he’d keep it on his shelves or mantle or something!  There wasn’t one minute accomplishment in his life that Lance didn’t flaunt…

Brushing it off, you placed the trophy on his shelf under the flat screen TV, walking out of the room to throw away the bags upon bags of trash you had collected.

Balancing on the breakfast tray in your hand, you knocked on Lance’s door.  “Tucker?  I have your breakfast- I also got your mail for you,” you said as sweetly as possible, really not looking forward to today.

“I’ll eat it… ugh…. in the dining… oof.. room,” he mumbled, clearly struggling with something.

“Lance, what are you doing?” you hummed, disappointed, but not surprised that he was out of bed when the doctor specifically told him not to.

“Getting dressed, dipshit!” he said, opening the door.  He was wearing his typical track suit and jeans.  “Lance you’re not going to the gym today,” you said firmly, standing in his way.

“I already took a day and a half off, that’s 24 hours too much,” he said, his nose still red and stuffy.

“Lance oh my gosh…,” you sighed, “you’re still sick!”

“I’m fucking fine!” he said, pushing you out of his way, spilling the sticky oatmeal all over you and the floor.

“Asshole!” you cried

To your surprise, he tossed you a towel from the bathroom to clean yourself up as he grabbed the dirty bowl and spoon off the ground.

“Thanks…” you mumbled.

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MORE THAN JUST A SPARK

Request: N/A

A/N:  I said I would write this for one of @bucky-plums-barnes fuffly Friday anons asking for a Lance x Plussize!reader.  So… here ya go!  Hope you enjoy!

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 2056

Summary:  You’re pretty much over not being thin, you’re beautiful just the way you are!  But words can still hurt…

Warnings:  Lance being a dick, accidental bullying (body shaming), insults, mentions bullying, mentions of sex, drunkenness, FLUFFY APOLOGY AND ENDING

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You were big.  You were big and you knew it, there was no getting around it.  You were always this way, that’s just how your body was. You had big shoulders, big thighs, big ass, big belly, big boobs, that’s how you were built, no denying it.  Thing is, you weren’t ashamed of it.

Yes, when you were younger, you were made fun of and bullied for your size, yes, there were many condescending comments thrown your way by various relatives, and yes, boys often treated you like pity projects.  When you were younger, you were ashamed of your voluptuous body and you tried to hide it. You always wore baggy clothing, sweatpants were your best friend, and hoodies were an addiction.

All your life you had been told you were fat. “Ugly!” “Fat!” “Pig!” were familiar words to your ears.  Every day, your mom or your aunt would passive-aggressively tell you to lose weight or eat healthier.  Everyday mean girls at school would whisper to each other as if you couldn't hear. It was normal, you were used to it. But, just because you were, used to it, didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.  A lot of the time, you would spend your days on the verge of tears, wishing you had a tub of feel-better-ice-cream.

All this was a waking nightmare… until you decided enough was enough.  You decided it was time to stop pitying yourself and start loving your rockin’ bod! Your body loves you, so you started loving it back.

You started exercising a bit more, you were eating healthier, and you were feeling much more confident!  But, even with all the healthy habits, you still had quite a bit of chub clinging to your body.

There’s wasn’t anything wrong with you, your bad health habits weren’t the whole cause of you being overweight, it was just how your wonderful body was built.

When you realized that, you started loving your body even more!  You weren’t fat, you were just big and beautiful, you were soft and cuddly, voluptuous and sexy, and just an overall dynamite gal!

A few years down the line, you started dating. It was just as you expected; men would be drawn in by your confidence, but, for some reason, their tiny, small-minded brains could not make it passed the fact that you weren’t a size negative seven.  Yeah, it hurt, but, if they couldn’t accept you, they didn’t deserve you.  Screw them and their impossible beauty standards!

After a string of disaster dates, you decided to take a break from dating for a while.  Which was good, because a month after that, you met him.  Yup!  You met Lance “the fucker” Tucker.

Now, most girls would have fallen at his feet with their legs spread and mouths open, but not you.  No, you decided this fuckboy had to work if he wanted a chance with you.

You would have thought Lance would have given up and moved on once he found you weren’t a swooning ditz waiting to be fucked by him.  But no, he actually put time and effort into you.  He’d bring you flowers, he’d take you on sweet dinner dates and picnics, and before you know, you two are in a happy, healthy relationship and you’ve been dating ever since.

He loved you so much!  He felt proud of himself that he was able to earn a girl’s heart, instead of having it thrown at him.  Because he worked so hard for you, he was always giving you love and affection. Lots of kisses, hugs, (sex), gifts, cuddling, and/ or date nights, were a daily occurrence.  But the best part was, he loved your body, possibly more than you did.  He thought you were Aphrodite herself he thought you were so beautiful!

 Tonight, you and Lance were attending an after party with all his fellow teammates and gymnasts.  It was a real classy shebang, so you were both dressed to the nines, putting everyone else to shame.

He was in a classic tux, with a powder-blue tie and pocket square.  But you, you were in a sassy, classy blue dress of the same color.  It was a cute, off-the-shoulder number with a regal, flowing skirt and well-placed twists of fabric in the back.  You thought you looked quite sexy- a total jaw-dropper.

When you asked Lance how you looked, he couldn’t even speak.  He just babbled like a confused two-year-old.  You just laughed and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment,”.

 Now, you and he were just chatting with Lance’s friends, talking about menial things such as family life and training.  The entire time, Lance held you close to his side, subtly showing you off to the room.  You felt proud that Lance wanted to brag about you, it made you feel appreciated.

As you were all talking, getting a little tipsy, somehow the conversation took a turn to you and Lance’s relationship. “How did a girl like that end up with you?” Paul, one of Lance’s teammates slurred, nearly spilling his red wine all over his clean tux.  Lance just shrugged, giving a bouncing laugh, “I dunno, man” he lisped, hanging off you like a dizzy sloth, trying not to fall out of a tree.   He was being a bit embarrassing, to be honest, but, it wasn’t something to get too mad about.

Lance giggled drunkenly before speaking again, “I mean, I could have any girl I want!  A supermodel, a movie star, but I settle down for a chubby, fat chick,”. Okay, that was something to get mad about.  “Sometimes I think to myself, ‘Lance, is she even good enough for you?’”.  Okay, he was being really hurtful!  “Then I realize, I actually had to work for her fat ass!  So, I ain’t given this up for a while… get my work’s worth out of it,” Lance hiccuped, taking another gulp of Champaign.

You didn’t know how to react.  Yeah, you’ve learned how to deal with the haters, you’ve learned how to let insults roll off your shoulders, but you trusted Lance! You have been so open and vulnerable with him and he basically spit in your face!

You tried to hold back your tears as you pried yourself away from Lance.  “Well, if that’s what you really think,” you squeaked, pushing him away and running outside. As soon as you were out of view from the rest of the party-goers, you let your tears fall.  You cried and sobbed, feeling so betrayed.  Was that really what your boyfriend thought of you?  Were all those slow nights and ‘I love yous’ a lie?

You called and Uber and waited by the curb for them to arrive.  Lance came stumbling behind you after a few minutes.  “Wh-ah happened?” he slurred, trying to get his act together, “I thought we were having fun?”.  You didn’t even hesitate to slap him clear across the face, leaving a stinging red mark on his cheek.  “Did you not hear yourself back there, Mr. high and mighty?!” you cried, your face becoming red with anger as hot tears streamed down your face, “you just blatantly insulted me, in front of your friends no less!”

Lance had no idea what to do.  His eyes went wide and apologetic as he stuck his bottom lip out.  “B-but baby, (Y/N)-” “Don't ‘babe’ me, asshole!” you sassed, not letting his puppy-dog face make you cave.  “No, you can’t take back what you said back there,” you scolded, hearing your Uber pull up, “and if that’s what you really think, then so be it.  But I won't stand for it!”.

You stomped over to the car, letting your heels click away as Lance stood there, dumbfounded.  You settled yourself down in the car, making sure you had everything as you rolled down the window.  “By the way, I'll be staying with a friend tonight, so don’t expect me home… ever…” you spat, signaling the driver to get going.

 Opening the little door to the mailbox, you got the mail out for Livy.  After Lance’s little slip, you had been living with your friend, Livy.  She graciously let you stay, letting you cry on her shoulder and eat her ice cream to get over Lance and his stupidity.

Flipping through the mail as you walked back up the driveway to the house, you saw yet another letter from Lance.  “Ugh,” you groaned, placing the rest of the mail on the counter and shuffling into the living room.  Livy looked up from her book to see the familiar name on the pink envelope.  “Again!?” she shrieked, giving the most confused ‘wtf’ look, “that’s the fourth one this week!  When is he gonna realize it’s over?”.  You plopped down next to your friend you tore the envelope, and its contents, to pieces, throwing it away in the trash can by the couch.

It had been over two weeks since you and Lance were at that damn party, but he was still trying to get you to move back with him. He sent you flowers you left to die, candy you never ate, letters you never read, texts you never saw, and calls you never answered.  Surprisingly, he hadn’t tried Facebook messaging you yet.  Though, that probably wasn't too far off.

 The doorbell rang, and with a groan, you got up to get it.  It was probably another one of Lance’s dumb candygrams.  You opened the door and lo and behold, it was the asshole himself; Lance fucking Tucker.  You rolled your eyes.

“What the fuck do you want, Tucker?” you spat, slumping a little, showing him you were in no mood for him or his stupid shenanigans.  Lance shoved his hands in his pockets after he took off his dark, douchebag sunglasses. “I came here to apologize…” he sighed. You briefly raised your eyebrows in suspicion, as if to say ‘yeah right’.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to leave without talking to you, you stepped out of the house, onto the porch to speak with him privately.  “Continue…” you huffed, crossing your arms and jutting out your hip.

Lance took a deep breath before speaking. “(Y/N), I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I spoke about you the way I did, especially in front of my friends.  It was mean, it was disrespectful, it was very selfish of me, and I should not have spoken about you like that,” he started, trying to look you in the eye, but you refused, “but what I said back there I- I didn’t mean it, I really didn’t! That doesn’t excuse my poor behavior, but I truly do find you to be the most beautiful, wonderful, and sexiest woman alive!  Now, I don’t expect you to believe me right away, what I said was deplorable and it will take time for you to forgive me, and I am willing to wait and work for your forgiveness.  I was… I was being a pompous dick and I’m sorry… will you try to forgive me?”.

You were nearly in tears, you were feeling too much!  You were mad, you were relieved, you were insulted, you were so confused, it was very overwhelming.

Lance saw that you were about to cry and invited you into his arms.  You gladly accepted.  You leaned into his broad chest, letting yourself cry and get everything out. “what you said really hurt me, I trusted you!”  You sobbed, half-heartedly punching him in the chest.  

Lance kissed the top of your head.  “I know it was, and I’m so, so sorry!” he apologized, holding you closely, “but I love you and I want to work my way back to you and your forgiveness,”.

Hugging Lance closely, you nodded.  “I’ll try to forgive you, I want to forgive you,” you muttered, nuzzling into his chest, feeling safe in his arms again.

“I love you baby,”

“I love you too, asshole,”

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 5)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: I have no idea where this is going… BUT THIS CHAPTER IS FINALLY OUT!

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count:708

Summary:Lance is being a lot nicer lately.  Which makes you wonder- is it guilt or something else?

Warnings: mentions of injury,

Part 4

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Lance smiled dimly as he handed you a glass of water to have with dinner.  “Need anything else?” He asked, adjusting his Stevie nicks tshirt.

“No, I’m alright, thank you,” you grinned, quietly eating your breakfast of hash browns and eggs.  It was weird… Lance didn’t bitch about you eating carbs.  Normally he’d be ON.  YOUR.  ASS. About it…

Lance sat down to eat his fruit and read the newspaper quietly.  Geez, was he sick again?  He was NEVER this laid back or quiet.  Especially on his training day?

“Are you okay?” You asked urgently, thoroughly irritated with his calm state.  Ironic.

“Uhm… yeah?” He said, taking a bite of cantaloupe, “What?  What’s wrong?”

“Can you stop being so… docile?  Frankly, it’s annoying!” You shouted

He chuckled.  “Well I’m sorry my being content is upsetting you,” he laughed.

This just wasn’t normal.  It’s destroyed the natural order of things!  Lance was actually… level-headedly instructing his students?

Watching it almost sickened you.  It was like an alien was using Lance’s skin as a disguise to interact with earthlings.

“No, posture like this,” Lance said, correcting Kristen’s back, “shoulders back; aline them with your hips,”

The girl did as he was told, smiling as she tried her routine again.

You couldn’t watch this anymore.  You stomped into his office for some solace.  Maybe listening to some music would help…

You sifted through the drawers, looking for your earbuds.

“Where are you?” You groaned out loud, looking in the bottom junk drawer of Lance desk.  Why the fuck does Lance have a desk?!  He’s an athlete not a damn accountant… you should get a desk.

Your frantic searching stopped when you uncovered a crumpled up photo.

Lance did say not to mess with his stuff… curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought it back!

You pick the one photo up, smiling and cooing at the sight.  It was a picture from, what looked like, Lance’s third grade school photo.

He sat with a wide smile on his face, sitting close to his best friend in the crowd of children.  Was that dirt on his face?  And his missing front tooth?  Awwwww!  He was adorable.

That was enough snooping.  You set the photo back into the drawer and continued looking for the earbuds.

Lance walked into the office, the noise of the door prompting you to look up at him.

“Hey- the girls are taking their lunch break, would you mind running down to Freshii and getting us some veggie wraps?” He asked,

“Yeah, sure- you want your usual Greek gyro?” You asked, grabbing your big feather down coat and purse.

“Y-Yeah, that’ll be perfect,” he muttered quietly, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Coming back from the health-food takeout, you approached Lance’s office.  Again- Why is HE the one with the office?  You are the one doing paperwork all the time.

Soft sobs were heard from inside the office, alerting you to stay quiet.  You hoped to God that Lance wasn’t all of the sudden crying at Hallmark movies- all this sentiment was dreadful.

You peaked through the window in the center of the door, expecting to see Lance with a laptop and tissues out.  Instead you saw Lance hunched over his wadded-up class photo, sobbing as he held his head in his hands.

Your heart broke in half as you watched him try to calm down, repressing his tears.

He pounded his fists onto his head, trying to chase away the bad thoughts.

Part of you wanted to go in and comfort him… but you felt this needed to be properly taken care of.  You’d address this at home tonight.

Going back a few feet to make it look like you were just arriving, you knocked on his door.  “Sorry I was late- long lines,” you lied.

Lance shuffled around his office, making quite a ruckus for you to hear outside of the door.  “Come in!” He said after a few minutes.

You opened the door and smiled, setting the food down in front of him.  “I got your favorite,” you grinned, squeezing his hand.

He gave a small smile back, opening the to-go wrapping to eat his lunch.

You were going to have to talk to Lance about this...

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