Sebastian Stan Imagines

Lance Tucker - Finals

A/n: I'M ADDING ANOTHER SEBBY STAN ACTOR! LANCE TUCKERR! I just watched "The Bronze" and I am FUCKING OBSESSED! HOLY SHIIIIIT. So I had to do an imagine! Enjoy! <3

Summary: Dating Lance Tucker; you're at finals; who wins?

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Lance had an arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him as you watched other finalists do their tricks on the balance beam.

You tapped your leg on the ground, your head ticking in all directions.

"Calm down," Lance mumbled in your ear. "You'll be fine." 

You didn't answer. You focused on the other girls, on how they sprung off the beam so perfectly, and landed.

You arched your brow in frustration.

"And that's Nancy Giraldo with her performance!" The announcer announced. "Next we have Y/n L/n!"

The crowd cheered, and Lance spun you around, kissing you.

"You'll be okay," He said. "I'll be here the whole time. Nothing will happen to you. Okay?"

You nodded, quickly running to the balance beam.

Your coach ran up to you.

"You don't have to bow or do anything," Your coach said. "This is finals. They don't need a bow to be professional. You are a professional, Y/n. Show them who you are."

You nodded again, your anxiety cutting off your voice.

You took a deep breath, hopping onto the balance beam. The crowd got quiet. 

And suddenly the world went quiet. No cheers. No announcements. Just the sound of your breathing.

(Imagine this is you doing your routine.)

You hopped off the beam, your teammates, coach, and the crowd cheering. You turned around to look at the judges, who held up a perfect 10.

You jumped up with joy, your anxiety going away and excitement rising through you.

"I TOLD YOU!" Your coach yelled, giving you a hug.

"Holy shit bro," You said, your friend giving you a bottle of water which you took a big swig out of.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, and a pair of lips attacked the back of your neck.

"Lance," You said, laughing as you turned around to face him.

"You were SO GOOD!" Lance said. "I almost couldn't believe that was you!"

"I couldn't believe me either," You said, taking another drink of water. "It was so weird. It's like the world went quiet and it was just me."

"That's a real gymnast," Your coach said, clasping your shoulder. 

You leaned into Lance, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your head.

"We can go home whenever you want," He said. 

"I'll stay," You said. "What kind of gymnast would I be if I wasn't here for my teammates?"

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After the show ended at 8:30, you went to the girl's locker room to change.

You changed into a pair of sweatpants, a tee, and some sneakers. You took out your ponytail, running your fingers through your hair. You packed up your belongings, before jogging out of the locker room.

Lance turned around, smiling at you as he pulled you into him. He kissed you lovingly, and you pulled away.

"Can we get something to eat?" You asked. 

"Sure princess," He said, kissing your head.

He took you to the car, and you both got in. He took you to (Your/Favorite/Restaurant), and you both got seated. 

"So, gymnast God," You said, having Lance shake his head, laughing. "Who are you coaching now?"

"A girl named Hope Annabelle," Lance said. You choked on your water.

"HOPE ANNABELLE?" You said.

"Woah, take it easy princess," Lance said. 

"You mean the 'Hope Annabelle'?" You said. "The all famous Hope Annabelle?"

"You're probably more famous than her princess," Lance said. "She won a bronze medal. I'm sure you could win gold."

"When is ranking?" You asked.

"Tomorrow night," Lance said.

You nodded, taking another sip of your water. Lance laced his fingers with yours, and you smiled at him. 

And little did you know Hope Annabelle was watching both of you.

Part 2?