Sebastian Stan Imagines

Lance Tucker - Mean Girls

Summary: Girls in the locker room make you super insecure. Lance helps to fix it.

A/n: Based off a real experience (minus the Lance Tucker part smh.)

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Volleyball practice was a problem. And it wasn't a good sport when you're insecure.

Slipping into the locker room, you went to your locker and grabbed your jersey.

While you slipped off your shirt, you heard mumbling behind you.

"No hourglass waist" "How can Lance love her?" "How is she the Varsity captain?" "Big waist for sure."

Biting your lip and holding in the tears, you slipped on your jersey and changed into your shorts and knee pads, before running into the gym.

You had braided your hair earlier, so you weren't too worried about it.

"Today we're going to be wall training," Coach Missi said. "Practice has been cut to 2 hours long, because it's Friday. Work with the volleyball on the wall. Don't knock yourself out."

You grabbed a volleyball from the basket, throwing it into the air and spiking it at the wall, letting out your anger.

It soared through the air, hitting the wall and hitting one of the girl's head's who talked shit about you.

"What the fuck?!" She yelled.

"My bad!" You yelled. "That's what happens when you piss of the Varsity Captain!"

"I'm sorry, what?" She said, acting innocent.

"Don't shit with me!" You yelled. "I heard you!"

You grabbed her shoulders, shoving her backwards.

"Say it again!" You spat. "To my face! I dare you! SAY IT!"

She trembled. 

"I--I didn't mean it--"

"Of course you didn't!" You shouted. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh? Thinking you can talk to me like that."

Someone grabbed you from the waist, pulling you backwards.

Lance.

"Let go of me," You hissed.

"What's happening?" He asked, letting you go.

"Y/n is bullying me!" The girl shouted, pointing at you. "She's accusing me!"

"Of something you fucking did!" You shouted, reaching for her but Lance pulled you back.

"We're going home, Y/n," He said, grabbing you by the arm.

"Fuck you!" You yelled, at the girl.

You watched as she suddenly rolled her eyes.

"What a bitch,"

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You stormed into your house, leaving Lance with the bags in the car, before stomping up to your room.

You slammed the door close, before jumping onto your bed.

You screamed and sobbed into your pillows, letting out all the anger. 

"Hey, hey, hey," Lance said, running into the room. "What happened, Y/n? Talk to me, sweetheart. What's wrong?"

"Go away, Lance!" You sobbed.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," He said, scooting himself onto the bed and wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. "Tell me what happened."

"I don't want too," You huffed.

Lance sighed, laying down next to you and nuzzling into your neck.

"Tell me," He mumbled.

You huffed a breath.

"Just girls talking shit about me," You said, before pushing him away. "I don't want to talk about it, anymore."

You went into your bathroom, shutting the door, before sliding down, against it.

You hugged your knees, before sobbing quietly.

The door slowly opened, pushing you with it.

You groaned.

Lance sat down next to you, switching off the bathroom light and plunging you both in darkness.

His arms found your waist, and he placed you on his lap, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck and cry.

He rubbed circles on your back, kissing your hair.

"We don't have to talk," He whispered. "At least let me hold you."

You grumbled.

"I love you, Y/n," He said. "Nobody can change that."

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"If teardrops could be bottles, there'd be swimming pools filled by models. Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore." -Billie Eilish, "idontwannabeyouanymore".

"Negativity is a choice."