Sebastian Stan and His Character Imagines

Held Back//Lance Tucker

For two years you had been best friends with Lance Tucker. Everyone thought he was a douche... which he was, but he was getting better. You had first met while working in the lousy gym. He helped you and you both realized you got along. He was you're favorite person to rant to and he always told you of all the girls that he hung around. When you used to have feelings for him, it hurt hearing about the women in and out of his life. But as time grew you found yourself a boyfriend. At first the relationship was so solid and good, but it got worse as time grew. The bruises were blamed on gymnastic flaws, the fact of clumsiness or even just saying you were sensitive to bruises. Everyone asked about it besides Lance. He, did not see them that is. You hid every bruise you could, lying to him was hard but every week you could. One night as he sat in the office, taking a swig of beer, you came rushing in. Not knowing of his presence at the gym you ran into the locker rooms and fell to the floor, sobbing. Lance watched with fear and ran after you. The second you heard the door open you screamed.
"Oh my god Neal please! Neal please!" You screamed and Lance took you in his arms, lovingly. You calmed and looked up at him. A huge purple bruise formed on your eye and lip, blood streaming down your soft lip. Lance started to grow angry as he realized what was happening. "Where is that cock-sucker?!" Lance yelled setting you down gently. You cried and stood up wearily.
"The gym, I ran." You admit and cry. Lance ran out looking for him, he spot him and immediately punched him square in the jaw.
"Think hitting women is fucking cute?"
"Fuck... off Lance."
After fighting and fighting finally the police arrive. That night Lance and you are sitting in his apartment. Bruises on his face and yours. A sob leaves you as you move to Lance's lap. He sighs and rubs your back. "It's okay. It'll be okay. I'm here for you. Forever and always." You snuggle into Lance's shoulder and start to fall asleep.

Months later....

You were free, happy and totally carefree. Lance and you lived together and you were boyfriend free. No men, no fricking problems.

(HEY UHM WATS UP. Sorry for being dead. I've been so stressed and sad. I broke up with my boyfriend (lol ew) and I've just been worried about school. Hope you enjoy this crap show y'all:))