Sebastian Stan Imagines

Lance Tucker - "Hey, you're on speaker."

A/n: I added Lance into the wheel because why the hell not? (Btw, the last imagine I wrote was definitely my favorite! <3)

Summary: Hope calls you to bully you. Little does she know she's on speaker...

Warnings: Mentions of markings and hickeys.

You and Lance were cuddled on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around you and he placed sweet kisses on your forehead.

In the middle of your cuddle session, your phone buzzed.

You picked up your phone to see "Hope (Motherfucker)".

"What does she want?" Lance groaned, burying his face in your neck.

"I'ma answer," You said.

"Put it on speaker," He said, having you giggle. Before you answered, Lance stopped you with a quick peck on the lips. "I love you." 

He held you tighter, as you answered the phone.

"Hello?" You said. 

"Heyyy, the little cheater, Y/n!" Hope said.

"Why'd you call me?" You asked. 

"Wanted you to know Lance is cheatin' on ya," She said. "He's at my place right now."

You eyed Lance, and he bit his bottom lip to stop from laughing.

"Huh," You said. "Okay."

Silence.

"You're not mad?" Hope said, disappointment in her voice. 

"No," You said, looking at Lance, nodding so he could talk.

"Why would she be?" Lance said. 

Silence.

Hope hung up, and you and Lance burst out laughing. 

"Asshole," You said. Your phone buzzed for a text message.

"I will get him back, Miss L/n. Little will you know, he'll be mine by the end of the year. He has always been mine. He has marked me. I am his, and he is mine." Hope texted.

Rolling up your sleeve, and took a picture of all the hickey's Lance has given you. You send it to Hope.

"That many?" You texted. 

Hope blocked you, and you buried yourself into Lance.

"Don't let her get to you," Lance whispered in your ear. "See all these hickeys I gave you? Hate to mention, but I've only given her two. I've given you about 10."

You giggled, rolling your sleeve back down.

You pecked him on the lips.

"I love you!" You said. Lance's arms tightened around your waist as he pulled you closer.

"You know," He said. "I think another hickey would look good on ya."

"LANCE!" You yelled, hitting him playfully, and him throwing his head back and laughing.