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His Gold
Characters - Dad!Lance Tucker & daughter
Summary - Lance watches his little girl tackle a cartwheel
Prompt - Hey Baby - “C’mon baby give me a whirl!”
Warnings - nothing but fluff
Word count - 186
A/N - My fifth entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles. I know it’s short but I was kicking my feet a bit with this one. It’s daft but… the muse is musing.
A/N 2 - Society made the banner
My Jukebox playlist
Hi Sunny! For your NSFW Alphabet Party, I would like to request Lance Tucker and the letters D and T!
Ash!!! Hello sweet pea! How did I know you’d pick Lance? 😏
Speed Dating Round 4
Choose our fourth date!
Lance Tucker
Chris Beck
Carter Baizen
Destroyer Chris
Lee Bodecker
500 Follower Celebration Explained Here
Saver - Eric Draven x female reader (18+)
Trouble
The sound of her heels echoed through the school corridors; she walked briskly to get to the classroom as quickly as possible. Lessons had already started, but she hadn’t managed to arrive on time.
She pushed open the classroom door and entered with her head down. “Sorry I’m late.” Eric’s voice reached her ears, but she didn’t dare look up. “No problem, Miss Tucker, please take a seat.” She quickly scanned the classroom and spotted a seat in the penultimate row; she sat down, took out her things, and then plucked up the courage to look at him.
Eric never ceased to amaze her; he was breathtakingly handsome. The top button of his shirt was undone, offering a glimpse of the black ink staining his skin. The way he occasionally ran a hand through his hair to smooth it down accentuated the veins on his forearms.
“Have you seen his tattoos?” Eve’s ears picked up on the conversation taking place behind her.
“Absolutely. I can’t stop wondering where else he might have them,” the other girl replied, and Eve couldn’t help but smile, because she was glad she wasn’t the only one having such thoughts.
"Quiet, please" Eric’s voice cut short the conversation, and then his eyes met Eve’s; she held his gaze for as long as she could, his eyes were magnetic; without even realising it, she crossed her legs under the desk, and Eric, thanks to the classroom layout, noticed her movement and let a small smile play on his lips for a few seconds, before resuming the lesson as if nothing had happened.
Once the lesson was over, Eve gathered her things and headed for the classroom door to leave.
“Miss Tucker, please stay behind.” She froze, rolled her eyes, then turned and walked over to his desk. “Yes, Mr Draven?” He watched the last students leave the classroom, then sighed and leaned back in his chair.
“I need another favour. I’ve got a meeting with the lawyer tonight to secure sole custody of Olivia, but I’ve got no one to leave her with.” She smiled. “I can look after her, don’t worry.” He nodded and thanked her. “I was thinking… I have to take Olivia to the gym this afternoon. Are you training today?” She nodded. “Then could you come home with us once you’re finished?” She was taken aback by the question and thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing.
She left the classroom with her heart pounding; her only thought was of the evening that was about to begin.
Later, whilst she was training, she couldn’t concentrate; her head was a whirlwind of thoughts. Fortunately, her father wasn’t there that day, otherwise it would have been a disaster.
When her training session ended, she rushed to the changing rooms, washed quickly, dried her hair and put on a bit of make-up to look her best.
When she came out of the changing room, Eric and Olivia weren’t there yet, but after a few minutes they emerged from the other changing room. Eve smiled at the little girl who ran towards her, took her hand and led her towards her father’s car.
Eric looked at them and something stirred inside him; he knew full well it was risky. Eveleen was six years younger than him and was one of his students, which put his job at risk. Yet he couldn’t ignore that feeling when he saw her with his daughter.
Once they got home, Eric said goodbye and left.
The two of them spent the evening playing and laughing; they had dinner, and then Eve put Olivia to bed, telling her a beautiful fairy tale about a princess until the little girl fell fast asleep, clutching her stuffed rabbit.
On her way to the living room, Eve stopped to look at the large bookcase; she ran her fingers along the books until she came across a title on philosophy, sat down on the sofa and began to read.
The hours passed and she had fallen asleep with the book on her lap; the warmth of that house made her feel so comfortable that she kept drifting off to sleep.
Eric slipped quietly into the house; it was late, and he hadn’t expected it to take them so long. He took off his coat and made his way down the hall to the living room, where he saw her. He couldn’t help but smile; he picked up the book from her lap to put it away.
He sat down beside her and watched her for a few seconds before gently stroking her cheek to wake her; she opened her eyes with a start, sitting up straight before looking at him.
“Shit, sorry, I’ve done it again.” She rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up properly.
Eric shook his head, smiling—something he seemed unable to stop doing when she was around. “Don’t worry.” She stood up. “Right, I’d better go.” Eric stood up and walked her to the door. “Thanks for looking after her again. Olivia adores you.” “It’s no trouble—it’s a pleasure.”
They both stood in silence for a few seconds, then Eric, unable to fully control his body, brought his hands to her face and leaned in, their lips meeting.
Eve froze; a thousand thoughts were racing through her mind, but when she felt Eric start to pull away because she hadn’t returned the kiss, she didn’t think twice: she slipped a hand behind his neck and returned his kiss.
His lips were soft, tasting of cigarettes and mint at the same time; Eric’s hands moved from her cheeks to her waist, and she also brought her other hand around his neck to deepen the kiss.
Both were intoxicated by the taste of each other.
In Eve’s chest, however, there was a weight she couldn’t ignore; all of this was wrong. She reluctantly pulled away from his lips, breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen. Eric took his hands off her waist and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.” Eve shook her head. “I’m the one who’s sorry—I let myself get carried away.” Neither of them said anything for a few seconds. It was Eve who spoke. “It shouldn’t have happened.” Eric looked at her hesitantly and nodded. “Yes, perhaps it’s best we forget about it.” She agreed. “Goodnight.” Without waiting for a reply, she turned and began to walk away, her heart pounding hard in her chest.
The silence of her home only made her situation worse; her heart felt as though it might burst, and she kept fidgeting nervously with her fingers. She tossed and turned in bed, trying to get some sleep with little success. What had happened was completely wrong; it should never have happened. But, God, how she couldn’t stop thinking about the taste of his lips, so soft—
She closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep, whilst the memories wouldn’t leave her in peace.
The next day, in the corridors, she did her best to hide among the other students; during philosophy class, she sat at the back, without looking at him, scribbling in her notebook with whatever silly little drawings came to mind.
Once the lesson was over, she hurried out of the classroom to take a break before the next lesson; she went round to the back of the school, where she knew there would be no one.
She pulled a packet of cigarettes out of her bag; she wasn’t in the habit of smoking—in fact, she found the smell quite revolting—but every now and then she felt it was the only thing that could calm her nerves.
With trembling fingers, she lit one and took a deep drag.
“They say smoking kills, you know?”
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Heyyy, at this point i don't even know what to say to excuse myself.
Here's the new chapter, I hope you like it.❤️
Taglist: @a-differentbrandof-beans, @thewolfcubofkaermorhen
going back to the polls i did with my fanfics, i kinda want to do one with headcanons !! as i have a few, im not sure where to start, or what people would like to see? i think this would be nice to show you guys what i have in mind rn !!
headcanon ideas
cardiophile!steve kemp
cardiophile!max burnett
cardiophile!lance tucker
cardiophile!whitaker
cardiophile!langdon
stepbro!chase collins
stalker!lee bodecker
clicker training with max burnett
camboy!max burnett
satyromaniac!bucky (nymphomaniac)(not properly fleshed out, just an idea)
i already have a few written out, some of these are just ideas at the moment and don't have a story as of right now
i got very into max burnett if it wasn't obvious... but i kinda just wanna see what anyone would be interested in <3 if anyone has any other ideas, my inbox is always open <3
Saver - Eric Draven x female reader (18+)
The Past
Eric Draven was never a popular lad, always with his nose in his books and top marks. Of course, his life wasn't without college parties or high school night-time adventures, but these were just treats he allowed himself after exams.
His appearance certainly didn't help. Girls lined up for a chance with him, but he never gave them one, or at least that's what he always said, until six years ago, when he met Amelia.
She was a girl who attended some of the same classes as him at college. They had never spoken, but he had noticed her, perhaps because she was a few years older than the other students or perhaps because her features were slightly different from the classic American look. The fact is, he couldn't get her out of his head.
Until one day, he was walking to the college cafeteria, not really paying attention to where he was going, too busy texting his roommate, who was asking him not to sleep in their room because he wanted to bring his girlfriend there. As soon as he turned the corner, however, the argument slipped from his mind because he found a large coffee stain on his jumper.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" He looked up from his sweatshirt to find himself face to face with the girl who had been on his mind for days. He smiled sweetly at her and pushed his glasses back into place, as they had slipped down his nose.
"Don't worry, it's no big deal." She tried to dry it with some tissues she had in her hand but failed.
"I'm mortified" He stopped her hand by gently holding her wrist. "Hey, it's really no problem, i'll just wash it" Her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment, but she nodded. "Okay, sorry again, bye!" He watched her walk quickly down the corridor until she disappeared into the campus garden.
Eric Draven was beside himself. He hadn't been able to concentrate on his studies for days, which had never happened to him before; their encounter, albeit brief, had awakened something inside him that he couldn't explain. The way she had looked at him with her big brown eyes, the way her cheeks had flushed with embarrassment, and the way she had to bend her neck to look at him because of her short stature were all details he couldn't get out of his head.
He was not surprised, then, when a few days later his maths teacher returned his homework with a confused look, asking him what had happened in the last few days. He reassured him, but lied, saying that his father had not been well, and the teacher dismissed him.
He quickly gathered his things away, wanting to return to his dormitory as soon as possible, but just outside the door, a voice called out to him.
“Eric!” He turned around, not recognising the voice, and was surprised to see Amelia walking towards him.
"I just wanted to apologise again for the other day.’"He smiled at her. "There's no need-" "Would you like to go out with me?" He froze, looking at her confused, trying to understand if he had heard correctly. "I mean you'd like to go out with me so I can make it up to you for ruining your jumper?" After a few seconds, he nodded. "Yes! I mean, yes, of course, that would be cool." She giggled, seeing him in stumble over his words "Well, then text me, okay?" She handed him a note with her phone number on it, then said goodbye and walked away.
He stood there staring at the note in his hand, decorated with little hearts and stars, and smiled like an idiot.
That same evening, he wasted no time and wrote her a message. After thinking for what seemed like hours about what to write, he sent her a simple message
Eric: Hey, it's Eric.
He waited a few seconds for her reply, as if she were waiting for his message
Amelia: Heyyy! I thought you'd changed your mind :)
He smiled, which he had been doing a lot lately when it came to her, and replied
Eric: No, no, no change of plans. Where were you thinking of going?
Amelia: There's a bar that also serves as a restaurant at the corner at the end of the campus street. What do you think?
Eric: Sounds good. When?
Amelia: Friday? At 7 p.m.?
Eric: Perfect, see you then.
Amelia: See you :)
That night he couldn't sleep well, too many unfamiliar emotions overwhelmed him and he started counting down the time until Friday.
The days seemed to drag on, time passed in slow motion, and the knot in his stomach grew bigger and bigger.
When the long-awaited day finally arrived, Eric was in front of the bar twenty minutes early, playing with the hem of his jacket to calm himself until Amelia's sweet voice reached his ears.
"Hey!" Eric looked up from the pavement and smiled awkwardly at her.
"Hi." She put her hand on his arm and they exchanged two kisses on the cheeks. "Everything okay?" He nodded before opening the door for her and motioning for her to enter, closing the door behind him.
Their date went well. Eric found himself staring at her several times but managed not to let her notice.
The hours passed and night fell. Eric accompanied her to her flat off campus, but not far away.
"Well, thanks for the evening." Eric shook his head with a sweet smile on his lips. "Thank you, I enjoyed it." "Me too." She smiled back and, without thinking too much about it, stood on tiptoe, placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him. It was a very quick kiss, he didn't even have time to return it, taken by surprise, but she smiled at him. "Good night, Eric."
She disappeared into her flat, leaving him outside the door, confused but with his heart beating very fast.
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The weeks passed and their feelings grew stronger and stronger. They often met to study together, in the library, in the café or even in Eric's dormitory.
Their relationship was genuine, they hardly ever argued and if they did, it was over small things. They were honest with each other and spent most of their time together.
Despite the six-year age difference, everyone seemed to accept their relationship.
Months passed and Amelia managed to take the exams she needed to graduate. Eric helped her study while also thinking about his own exams, but he still had two years to go before he had to think about finishing college.
Amelia graduated in early September, almost a year after they met. They celebrated with their friends, drinking and eating until evening. Once the celebrations were over, they returned to Eric's dormitory, a little tipsy from the alcohol they had drunk and happy with their achievement. They ended up in bed together. It wasn't their first time, but they would certainly remember it.
In the days following graduation, Amelia was distant from Eric. She responded coldly to him, didn't want to go out with him or even see him. The poor boy wondered incessantly if he had done something wrong, so a couple of weeks after her attitude continued, Eric decided to confront her.
He invited her to his dorm room and, surprisingly, she accepted. Sitting on the bed, silence filled the room, the tension between them palpable until Eric spoke.
"I'm sorry." She looked at him, confused. "What are you sorry for?" "I don't really know, you seem distant, so I thought I might have done something to upset you." She shook her head and sighed. "You haven't done anything wrong, Eric." He breathed a sigh of relief and moved closer to her, taking her hands in his. "Then talk to me, what happened?" She looked at him for a moment before she started talking. "You don't have to stay. I understand that you're twenty years old and want to live your life freely, but I've decided to keep it." He was confused. He didn't understand what she was talking about, so she sighed and took something out of her bag and handed it to him.
He took it with a frown for a moment, then his eyes widened as he realised what he was holding.
A few minutes passed without either of them speaking. She nervously played with her fingers, and he continued to stare at the positive pregnancy test in his hands.
Eric had always wanted a family, a large one. Being an only child, he wanted to have many children so that they could keep each other company.
However, he didn't think he would become a father so young. He thought he would finish college and find a stable job before starting a family, but clearly fate had other plans.
"All right." She looked up at him. "What?" "If that's what you want, I'll support you and the baby." She seemed to think about it for too long before nodding. “Thank you.” He smiled at her, but she didn't smile back. Eric didn't think too much of it, thinking she was just scared by the news, but that wasn't the problem.
It was a day like any other, the cold autumn wind blowing through the streets. Eric had managed to tear himself away from his books to grab a coffee in a bar near the campus. Exam anxiety was eating away at him, things with Amelia were working out, and all in all, his life seemed to be going well.
Sitting at one of the tables near the café windows, he sipped his coffee and scrolled through social media on his phone after having been glued to it for the previous four hours while studying. Something caught his attention. In the shop opposite the café, a familiar figure was moving around inside. Eric went outside to get a better look and at the same time saw Amelia leaving the florist's, hand in hand with another man. She hadn't even noticed him as she walked away with someone else.
Eric couldn't think of anything else all day, until he decided to go to her flat to confront her.
He knocked loudly on the door until it opened. Amelia appeared from behind the door with a confused look on her face, and when she saw him, she closed the door behind her and came out to talk to him.
"What are you doing here, Eric?" she asked cautiously, but it was clear that something was wrong. "Who was the man you were with this afternoon?" Amelia's face turned white, the words stuck in her throat and her hands trembled around her still small belly.
Eric waited a few seconds before repeating the question, but the answer he got was not what he had hoped for. The door opened to reveal the same man she had seen with her earlier
"Darling, who was at the door?" The man's eyes fell on Eric and he smiled at him, letting him know that he didn't know who he was either.
Amelia took a deep breath and finally spoke. "Eric, this is my husband Bryan. Bryan, this is Eric. He's part of some courses I used to attending." The man held out his hand to greet him, but Eric was still busy processing her words.
"Whose baby is it?" Those were the only words Eric could say. Bryan looked at his wife in confusion. Amelia had her head down and tears streaming down her face.
"I think you have a lot to talk about." Eric left without saying another word, tears stinging his eyes and a weight on his heart.
He didn't sleep for the next few nights, tossing and turning endlessly in bed. He couldn't study or eat anymore. Amelia had left a void in his life that he didn't know how to fill.
The following months were horrible. Eric barely managed to get through the school year. His friends tried to cheer him up, but to no avail. Amelia tried to contact him, but he didn't respond. He didn't want anything to do with her anymore. until one day in late July when she told him she was in labour. Eric knew it was a girl, he knew he was the father, and he knew that despite everything, this child had done nothing wrong, so in about thirty minutes he was at the hospital. He didn't go into the delivery room; Bryan went in, who for some reason had forgiven her, but once she was born, Amelia said something to the nurse and, after doing all the necessary checks, Eric found himself looking at the baby, a little bundle weighing just over five pounds, wrapped in a pink blanket.
The nurse told him to choose a name, and he didn't hesitate to say “Olivia”, like his mother, who would have adored the baby if only she could have seen her.
Eric took the baby in his trembling arms, carefully supporting her little head and wrapping his other arm around her tiny body. When she opened her eyes, which were the same colour as his, something grew inside him that he couldn't explain, and he swore that no one would ever hurt or harm his daughter.
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I'm aware that i'm a horrible person, I'm sorry.🥹
Here's the new chapter, a little bit about Eric's past so you can get to know him better. I hope you like it.❤️
Taglist: @a-differentbrandof-beans @thewolfcubofkaermorhen
Taught Me Well
Pairing - Lance Tucker x reader
Summary: Day 22 of the January Jumble Scribbles
Prompt - “I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth.”
Warnings - face slapping with tortillas , Lance being competitive af , implied ‘coaching’ 😏
Word count: 300
A/N - I had another babe set up for this scribble but the end result was a little too close to someone else’s. So then this smug prick showed up… how could I say no?
A/N 2 - Society also made the banner
My JJS Masterlist
The loud crack echoed throughout the room. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your lips and cheeks burned. But there was no way you were spitting. Not a chance. Lance stood opposite you, his eyes daring and face smug. His cheeks too were distended and pink from your last slap.
“Wow. You’re both determined to win aren’t you?”
Hope walked in and scoffed at the sight of you and Lance each fighting to hold mouthfuls of water and clutching a tortilla as your weapon of choice. Lance had spotted the challenge online and asked if you would participate. Not wanting to pass up a chance of slapping and one upping him you jumped at the offer. So far you’d both exchanged two slaps each with no signs of giving in.
“The only thing those tortillas are good for is the garbage. Use your hand. The burn is more satisfying after seeing his cheek ripple.”
Hope leapt forward with her hand raised as if trying to prove her point. Lance growled loudly and used his free arm to block her but you leapt between them.
”No way! I’m beating this asshole. Take a hike before I use it on you!”
Of course with a mouthful of water every word came across as unintelligible grunting. At one point a gurgle even slipped out.
“I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth.”
You blinked when water sprayed over you from behind and Lance’s choked laughter reached your ears. Swallowing your own water you turned to see Lance leaning forward hands braced on his knees.
“Suck it Tucker!”
Lance gave a chuckle. “You won because of Greggory’s words.”
”I won because I learnt to swallow every time.” Lance grinned as you winked. “You taught me well, Coach.”
Dance And You’ll Feel Better
Pairing - Lance Tucker x Reader
Summary: Day 7 of the January Jumble Scribbles
Prompt - “Do you love me now that I can dance?”
Warnings - Lance Tucker (he’s a warning already) being an asshole, dancing (Sebastian’s sweet moves are a SERIOUS warning)
Word count: 299
A/N Society also made the banner
My JJS masterlist
Lance was filled with excess restlessness before his team's national performances. Having already checked in on the girls several times and looked over the area where they’d perform Lance was still bristling with energy.
“Calm down Tucker. You’re buzzing harder than a vibrator.” Satisfaction swarmed through you as his brows shot up and you wagged a finger. “And that’s not a proposition.”
“Do you love me now that I can dance?”
As the Contours continued in the background your body swayed and grooved to the song as you threw your restless energy into each movement.
“You gotta be shitting me.”
Opening your eyes you saw Lance leaning against the wall, his back straight and arms folded. Dark brows furrowed in disbelief. If he clenched his jaw any harder he was gonna break those perfect teeth.
“Give it a try Lance.”
“I have no interest in looking like a spastic gazelle.”
The fucking nerve. You were trying to help and he insulted you. Retaliating wouldn’t work. But challenging…
“C’mon coach. Show me how it’s done.”
Grumbling the former Olympian grumbled as reluctantly moved away from the wall. It began slowly. Shoulders shimmying. Feet shifting. Pausing for a drink you looked away. It wasn’t much but at least he was moving. Your jaw dropped when you glanced back after a few minutes. Gold and silver medalist Lance Tucker stood on a table shaking his ass and thrusting his hips in his Team USA ensemble. Subtly you recorded him when his back was turned. Lance jumped down beaming smugly.
“Let’s fucking do this.” He glanced at you. “Oh look you match my jacket. Way to show team spirit.”
“Your ass looks awful flat in those pants.”
He didn’t need to know you were lying. Especially since the material you recorded said otherwise.
