Sebastian Stan Imagines

Lance Tucker - Volleyball Cuddles

A/n: Im writing at night, and I just feel like fluffy cuddles. So, I'mma probably do that with all my characters. So, if you don't want fluff...TOO BAD. Love you anyways <3
Shoutout to @marianamanzanarez for always commenting on my imagines! :D

Practice on Wednesdays were always the longest, 6 hours at the most.

And today, you just couldn't.

On a Wednesday, all of your high school teachers decided to give you quizzes and tests.

And you barley passed them all.

English - 78%
Spanish - 77%
Health - 71%
Math - 79%
History - 52%
Science - 68%
Robotics - 90%

You weren't having the best day, and including volleyball, this wasn't going to be a good day.

You shuffled into the locker room, throwing on your school jersey, volleyball shorts, knee pads, and shoes.

You tied your hair into a lose ponytail (If you're hair is short leave it alone) then made your way back to the gym with your backpack.

You dropped it by the gym wall, then grabbed a volleyball, starting to warm-up.

You were doing fine, until a voice that made you jump yelled, "EVERYONE GET INTO A ONE MINUTE PLANK!"

You rolled your eyes, your boyfriend Lance Tucker walking into the room.

He winked at you, and you scoffed, throwing the volleyball back into the bin.

Everyone got down into a plank.

Lance started the timer, and you did fine.

After that, he made everyone warm up until Coach Missi showed up.

"Thank you, Mr. Tucked," Missi said. "I want my Varsity team over here!"

You and the 5 other girls on your team made your way over to one side of the court, the other JV team going on the other side.

Missi blew her whistle, and the other team started.

You were getting tired already, and you weren't even 1 hour into practice.

Your eyes drooped, and you could barley see what was happening.

"Y/n! Wake up!" One team member yelled. "Pay attention!"

"I'm sorry," You mumbled, turning back to set the ball.

"Again!" Missi yelled, as she tossed the ball as a free one.

You tried to tip it over, but it didn't work.

It slipped past your fingers, causing you to roll on the ground to catch yourself from hurting your ankle.

"Okay, stop!" Missi yelled. "Y/n, what is going on?"

"I don't-I don't know," You stuttered. "I'm usually good, I usually-"

"Y/n," Missi said, and you made eye contact. "If you're tired, just go home. I can see today is not your day."

Nodding sheepishly, you trudged over to grab your bag.

You glanced at Lance, who motioned for you to go to him.

You obeyed, and he wrapped his arms around you.

"I'll be home after practice, okay?" He said, quietly, kissing the top of your head.

You nodded, wanting to stay in his arms forever, but he let go, and gave you a soft smile, before turning his attention back on the Varsity team.

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6 hours later, you heard your shared apartment door open.

You were curled up in a ball on your bed, wearing one of Lance's jerseys, sweatpants, and you had messy hair.

You picked at your fingernails, taking deep breaths.

"Hey, I'm home," You heard Lance say. Heavy footsteps, and the bedroom door opened. "Y/n?"

"Hi," You whispered.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You turned to face him, and opened your arms.

He leaned into your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair.

"I didn't do well in school today," You said. "I'mma flunk this quarter."

Lance wrapped his arms around you, one arm around your waist and one arm using his fingers to run his fingers through your hair.

He kissed the top of your head.

"We're all gonna have bad days," He said. "And I'm sorry it had to be today. The team didn't do well today, either. They needed you. But Missi understood. You're gonna be okay."

You nodded, leaning into his chest.

He tilted your chin up, kissing your lips.

"I love you," He said. "More than anything."

"Love you too," You said, before drifting into a heavy slumber.