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the new workout plan

Title: The New Workout Plan
Pairing: Lance Tucker (The Bronze)/OFC (named)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Lots of smug Lance, smut, just the usual
A/N: Sorry it took me so long; I was planning on getting this done WAY earlier, but I was struggling, and I had to work at my second job this morning. Anyway, this one is for @paodelsan, I hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

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One Date At A Time

To my award winner from oh-so-long ago. Sorry this took so long darling! I truly meant for this to be out way earlier.

You couldn’t stop the annoying grunt that passed through your lips, your eyes practically glued in a state of rolling. Your friend had been quite adamant about you attending this “speed dating” thing, because apparently “you needed a man”. You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited for the next man to appear. And he did, albeit hesitantly. He didn’t look very comfortable, awkwardly wringing his hands together. After an elongated pause, he sat down, his frame taking up the entire chair and then some. He was definitely easy on the eye, his blue eyes twinkling and blonde hair neat. Hell, he was more than that, the nervous smile of his pink lips prompting your own to return it.

“Steve.” He held out his hand, watching you expectantly. You didn’t take it, instead hoping to voice your opinions. He may be cute, but you still didn’t want to be here. Just as you were about to speak up, he interrupted. “Look, I don’t really know what I’m doing here.” He sighed heavily, dropping his hands into his lap, presumably to fiddle awkwardly. “My friend made me come.” He admitted, looking for all the world like it was the worst thing that could’ve happened in his life. You couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled up, your hand instantly flying up to cover it. At your laughter, he seemed to release the air from his lungs, a small, breathy laugh of his own managing to find its way to your ears.

“Mine did the same.” You explained, eying the bright, neon lights with disdain. “I’m not one to typically enjoy this sort of thing.” You could practically see the tension draining from him, his muscles relaxing at once. There was something soft in his blue gaze, an unbidden smile forming on his face. It was… charming.

“Uh, how about we ditch this place.” He suggested, shrugging as he swept his eyes to the other occupants of the blue and white diner.

“I like ice cream.” You smiled, his expression mirroring yours.

“Ice cream sounds great.” He murmured, rushing up so he could pull out your chair for you.

“Handsome and a gentleman,” you teased, green eyes shining with mirth. He looked almost bashful, a large grin plastered on his face.

“Always happy to help, ma’am.” The two of you chuckled, your arm slipping through his as you looked up at him. He wrapped his arm a little more comfortably around yours, the small action sending jolts of electricity to your spine. He was enrapturing, your mind fighting to keep your feet moving as you admired him from beside. 

It was pleasant outside, the sun high in the sky and the air warm, filled with the chatter of strangers and the distant hum of New York traffic. He was silent most of the walk, only speaking to ask you a few questions or comment on something you’d pass by. You were much the same, thoroughly enjoying the relaxed and peaceful nature of your walk. It wasn’t too shameful when you arrived at your destination though, the prospect of ice cream to cool you down much too glorious to turn down. 

You stood back, smiling at Steve’s figure from behind as he ordered the both of you one scoop of chocolate ice cream from a little cart in the middle of the calm park. A small sigh escaped, your thoughts much more positive than they had been earlier. You’d been sure that this day was going to turn out horrid, even going so far as to plan out your reprimanding speech to your friend. Perhaps now she deserved a hug and a trip to the mall, you mused, taking the cone gratefully from Steve.

“Thanks.” You smiled, taking a sweet taste of the succulent treat. Steve intertwined his unoccupied hand with your own, his eyes looking to you to see if it was okay. You didn’t object, squeezing it once to reassure him.

“No problem.” He replied, beginning his trek through the greens of the park, his steps slow and leisure, almost as if he wanted this to last as long as you did. Your eyes caught the distant cityscape, the buildings reaching impossible heights as you walked along the grass, hand-in-hand with Steve. “Have you been in New York long?” He asked, watching you curiously. You shrugged, too enraptured with the serene beauty to formulate an answer. Taking a deep breath of the warm air, you turned to him.

“I suppose any amount of time in this city isn’t particularly long.” You answered. “Time seems to slip by everyone anyways.” He nodded in agreement, his thumb massaging the outside of yours gently, his movements circular and soft.

“But not you?” He questioned, raising a brow, a sweet smile playing at his lips. You smirked, cocking your head to the side momentarily.

“Nah, I’m just like the rest of them.” You admitted, wishing that time would slow down, that you could stay here longer.

“I don’t believe that.” He stated.

“Believe what?” You inquired, a small twinge of confusion in your eyes. “That time slips by?”

“That you’re just like the rest of them.” He corrected, the hand holding yours abandoning it in favor of resting ever so lightly against your cheek. His skin was hot against yours, his hand moving further down to fully cup your cheek. It forced your eyes to stare into his, the intensity of his stare nearly causing you to look away. But you didn’t, too interested in the way the light reflected off his pale blue orbs and the way his tongue darted out to wet along his bottom lip. “You’re different, better.” He affirmed. You swallowed your pulse, your gaze darting around his face. He stood tall and proud, his face the picture of honesty.

“You hardly know me.” You denied, a weak chuckle on your lips, you grip nearly crushing the melting ice cream in your other hand.

“And I’d like to change that.” He smiled. “One date at a time.”

I guess you could consider this my contribution to Inktober? Though I would be super behind if this was official. I’ve just been sort of on a halt with painting so I decided to whip out my pencils and ink and try my hand at a little something.

I was listening to the Gorillaz earlier and it took me back. Like WAY back. If you knew me in middle school, you knew that that band was my life. Seriously. I couldn’t get enough. And 2-D was always my favorite!

Done with mechanical pencil and a black Faber-Castell PITT artist pen in my sketchbook.

I feel like I’m stuck in that OH FUCK moment when you knock over a glass and you see it falling to the ground where it will break into hundreds of pieces. You try to catch it, but it never quite works out, does it?

(Except that that ‘glass’ is my life and I’ve been trying for so long to catch it/myself before it/I hit the ground, yet all of my attempts seem to be nothing but futile. The ground is getting closer.)