Sebastian Stan Imagines

Lance Tucker - Disturbing Hope

A/n: There's probably gonna be a lot of Lance Tucker's because I have volleyball every day, and let's pretend that Lance is a volleyball coach instead of gymnastics because I don't do gymnastics.

Summary: You start to worry about Hope, and how she used to date Lance. That thought disturbs you while playing volleyball, and causes you to not play as well.

"BUMP! SET! SPIKE! YES!" Missi yells, while your Varsity team trained around the court. "Y/N! OVER!"

You tried to tip over the ball, but it slipped past your fingers, hitting the ground. Missi blew the whistle.

"SLOPPY!" She yelled, and you got back into setter position. 

Your eyes locked with Lance, who gave you an encouraging smile. You couldn't smile back. You looked back at the ball, but you could see Lance shift slightly.

Missi blew the whistle, and your server, Jamella, served the ball over. 

The other team bumped, set, and spiked, hitting it over.

You jumped over, blocking the ball, as the other team played again. 

"Has Lance watched Hope play volleyball before?" You thought, still staring at the ball. "Has he congratulated her? Yelled at her? Held her afterwards?"

As the ball headed towards you, you didn't even notice it until it was too late, hitting the ground.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Missi yelled. God, she's always yelling.

"My bad," You said.

"Yes, you're bad!" Missi said. "That was a good bump and you could've set that. Pay attention! FOCUS!"

You nodded, getting back in position. 

The other team served, and it came towards you.

You moved out of the way.

"BLOCK THE DAMN BALL, Y/N!" Missi yelled.

"But setters don't get first hit after a serve!" You said.

"Take 5!" Missi said. 

"Did Lance ever hold Hope during breaks?" You thought, making your way over to the bench. 

Lance walked over to you, kneeling in front of you so you were eye level with him.

"What's wrong, sugar?" He asked. 

You tried to pull eye contact away, but he caught your chin.

"Look at me," He said. You sighed, looking at him. "Tell me what's wrong. That's not you I see on court. I see a different Y/n. And she's distracted."

"Have you ever seen two Hope's?" You snapped. Lance furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?" He said.

"When she trained," You said. "Have you ever held her when practice is done? Helped her train? Do anything we both do together."

Lance sighed. 

"No," He said.

"Liar," You said, through gritted teeth.

"Y/n, why are you so worried all of a sudden?" Lance asked.

"Because I'm worried if we don't win States, you'll wanna go back to her," You said. "Because I failed you."

Lance caressed your cheek with his thumb, pulling you in for a peck on the lips.

"You know I can't do that," He said. "I love you too much."

You grumbled.

He kissed you again.

"Don't get distracted anymore," He said. "I'm here with you. And I'll be the one standing next to you when you win States."