The-Stans

GOT7 won album of the year for first quarter of 2016 with Flight Log: Departure, and proceeded to give speeches in Korean, English, Thai, and Mandarin

Signs as Spiderman

(Tobey Maguire ) Spider-Man : Virgo, Aries, Cancer, Taurus

(Andrew Garfield) Spider-Man : Gemini, Leo, Scorpio, Capricorn

(Tom Holland) Spider-Man : Libra, Sagittarius, Pisces , Aquarius

They all woke up at different points of the night with a nightmare but they had the rest of the family there to talk and help them calm down, it was that way throughout the whole night

If these four didn’t sleep on the same bed/couch that first night after Weirdmageddon I’m eating my shirt cause come on 

Don’t tag ships 

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down
You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now
Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound


Please no shipping. :T

Not An Athlete (2/?) *Lance Tucker x Reader*

Originally posted by rikkisixx

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

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

Part One



You walked into work the next day, feeling pretty confident also. In your opinion, you had passed the test with flying colours. You walked in not expecting anything to be any different, why would it, you had full faith in Brooke to do this correctly. You didn’t expect her to nail everything but enough for Lance to not notice.

You walked to your locker and smiled at Brooke, double tracking at her sheepish smile at you. You sighed already knowing what the problem would be, this was bad, very bad. You crossed your arms and turn to Brooke, who gave a gentle sigh and gulped lightly, she looked pretty guilty.

“How much does this job meant to you?” Brooke asked with a timid smile and you uncrossed your arms and frowned. “Tucker was pissed because I gave him the wrong water and lunch, I am so sorry. Really I feel like shit, I didn’t think he’d notice, to be honest!”

You sighed loudly, turning to your locker and banging your head against the cold, hard metal causing Brooke to grab your shoulders and stop you. “What the hell am I meant to do? How do I explain?” You asked frantically.

“Well, it wasn’t your fault. He can’t fire you, I think.” She shrugged lightly also giving a small sigh of her own, “I am really sorry Y/N,” you shrugged it off and turned to the door. “Aren’t you getting your stuff?”

You looked over your shoulder, “He’s probably waiting for me to show up, why bother if I’m just gonna be fired?” She muttered a little ‘good luck’ as you walked out the door and towards the gym, towards hell!

You timidly stepped inside, holding Lance’ things for the morning and you visibly relaxed when you didn’t see anyone in the gym, beelining for the bench and placing everything down. Hopefully, you had till lunch to think of an argument, some kind of speech to persuade Lance into keeping you around. Maybe you could talk to his coach, he may have some idea or power into helping you out.

“You must be Y/N,” whilst the voice has never directly spoken to you, you’ve heard that voice and know exactly who it is before even turning around. Once you do, his arms are crossed and he has a far from an annoyed look on his face, he’s smirking almost as he looks you over. “Huh… you don’t look like much to me!”

You frowned wanting to know what that meant, “I am sorry about yesterday, I told Brooke what to do because I left but-”

He cut you off. “Listen, I don’t need some, random girl leaving water around for me, okay? Do you even know who I am?”

“Lance Tucker, I’ve been working for you around a year now. You’re a gold and silver medalist,” you speak fast and he raises his eyebrows. “I don’t expect you to understand but I needthis job, it’s good pay and I’m at university, I’m sorry, really I am!” He’s silent for a few seconds. “You can’t fire me for my absence either,” you try.

“Get in my way again or even slightly inconvenience me, you’re gone, got it?” He glared and you nodded, he steps forward, borderline breaking personal space. “And if you think for a second I’m going to make this easy, let you off for this, you’ve got another thing coming. I can’t fire you but I’m gonna make this so much harder for you,” he grins as a two gymnasts come in, “Great talking to you.”

You finally breathed when Lance walked away, you turned and watched as he started getting to train, you walked out of the gym to a very concerned looking Brooke. Explaining the whole situation, making you and her even more confused.

“What does he even mean?” Brooke asked; you shrugged.

“I think,” you ponder, “he’s talking about making my job more difficult, now he knows he’s got some errand girl, he’s going to use that in the worse possible way.” You sighed out and Brooke looked even more guilty, “will you stop! I’m fine, once I graduate, I’ll quit and that’s not far.”

Only, Lance wasn’t kidding by making things more harder.

He changed how he liked things after a week, the water left wasn’t his favourite anymore and he switched his training schedule so, you were a little late to leaving things like a towel or another bottle for him. It seemed he had talked to Sher Summers, a female gymnast, who is the females reincarnation of him; narcissistic, mean and promiscuous. She uses her personal assistant to the full advantage.

You started to do Lance’ dry cleaning, taking it and picking it up. It wasn’t too much trouble but it cut into study time, important study time. So, much so, you were cutting into your sleep to study. You also had to manage his mail, fan mail, reading letters from prepubescent teen girls wasn’t fun.

You weren’t going to give up, no way, you were going to fight even if it meant doing all this tedious shit. Lance Tucker wasn’t going to defeat you, you are going to take this in stride and not give in; you are going to prove you’re stronger than this. Than him.

“I am so ready to give up,” you sigh to Brooke over lunch.

Okay, so maybe, being tired and achy isn’t helping with your situation. You always wondered what it’d be like if Lance knew of your existence if maybe, you’d actually be friends! You wondered if there was more to this narcissist side of him and if you’d ever see the true Lance Tucker.

“He’s driving me up the wall,” you frown. “Everything is wrong, nothing ever right and it’s infuriating. I’m gonna end up strangling him,” Brooke chuckled at you as she bites into her pasta.   

“I really don’t think anyone would see that as a bad thing,” she counters with a little shrug, finishing up her lunch as you chuckled, nodding in agreement with her. “I mean, I don’t think he can get any worse,” You raised an eyebrow as she shrugged again.

If Lance heard Brooke say that he’d take it as a challenge, judging by the way he’s acting, you’d say he heard but that’s impossible considering he wasn’t even in the building when you had lunch; was he? He made you paranoid. You felt like you were being watched every second, of every day, it was torture. What’s been bugging you, you can’t explain this either, is the fact whenever you look over to him, he isn’t even standing in your direction. Lance Tucker had officially made you go insane.

You had to stick this out, to prove to your parents and yourself. You had pretty much proved to them, you stuck this tedious job out for the entire summer and then some, it’s not like you had to stick around but it was for the money. Money that was helping pay rent and college tuition. If you were smart, you could save up the next few days pay and then leave, you will have enough to last; barely, till you graduated.

Week Later

You were walking towards the gym when you heard someone calling out, lifting your head as you slung your laptop bag over your right shoulder. Lance was exiting a red mustang with his eyebrows raised.

“Wow, I didn’t think you’d show up,” he commented with a big smirk.

“Well, some of us actually need to work and earn money on a daily basis otherwise they’d become homeless or worse,” you retorted, really not in the mood for his rude behaviour today.

He chuckled and held the door open for you, you looked at him suspiciously but entered with a little nod, Lance walking right behind you with this knowing grin. It was real, deeply, unsettling for him to be smiling that way.

“Just I find extremely odd that a girl with parents like yourself would even need to work,” you stopped dead in your track, Lance bumping into you slightly and stepped in front of you, smiling as he looked down at you. “What… really didn’t think I’d find out your last name? I didn’t believe it at first, how could I, right?”

You were frowning. “You looked into my private record?”

He nodded, “So, really, tell me what’s it like coming from two Olympic parents and be a huge disappointment?” He questioned, seemingly really interested in the answer. “To not be an athlete of any kind, not even Golf!” he snickered, “Wow, if you were my kid, I would have cut all ties. Oh, is that why you’re in need of this job?”

“No, I wanted my independence. You have no right going through any of that, that’s personal,” you felt on the verge of tears.

His amusing demeanour changed suddenly, instead he looked a matter of factly to you, nodding his head a little. “See that would work but you’re not an athlete, you’re just an errand girl,” he shrugged lightly.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, eyes showing signs of watering because you really, really, didn’t want to hear any of this today. You nodded and looked away, not wanting to give Lance the satisfaction of making close to crying.

“You know for a dick, you can be a real asshole sometimes,” you tell him before continuing your way to your locker. Trying to keep your composure, not wanting to let a single tear fall down your cheeks because he isn’t worth it.

You went about your day, everything as stressful and hard, as usual. You didn’t even have the time to write a few paragraphs for your essay, it being due next week, this was the latest you had left any assignment. Thankfully, Lance was leaving early because it was a Friday and he wanted to go out and see some friends, maybe you’d be able to get a few hours of writing and sleeping in.

So you thought.

At two in the morning, still studying, you get a text.

You need to come pick me up! - Unknown number.

Who is this? - You

Who do you fucking think? Lance! - Dickhead Tucker

How the hell did you get my number? And no way, it’s 2am! - You

Like fuck you are, if you want your job still!
You need to come get me!

As your fucking boss, - The Dickhead Tucker

Where are you?- You

Las Vegas! - The Dickhead Tucker

OMG! NO. - You

But you were already getting together your things, after this, you’re quitting! You are going to drive the four hours, plan a speech and tell him you’re quitting, this is ridiculous. 

(Leaves this on a cliff-hanger because I am now that writer! Let me know what you think, sorry it takes me forever to update but I juist want the chapters to be perfect. Love you guys, - Rosalee)


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