Sebastian Stan Imagines

Lance Tucker - Don't Give Up

A/n: Hey guys! I got into my high school swim team, so Lance is now a Swim Coach, lol. Thanks for sticking with me and this book, this book is almost a year old! I'm thinking about doing something special, but I need some ideas, so message me if you have any ideas!

Summary: You're on the Comp. Swim Team. (Yeah, nothing else, cause I don't know how to explain it.)

If you don't know swim patterns, don't worry, this imagine will sorta explain it :)

•••

You dove straight into the water, bubbles swarming around you from the impact. You emerged from out of the water and took a deep breath in, before swimming under the lines and into your lane.

You've been swimming ever since you were a little girl, and you were now a Senior in High School, your last year on the swim team.

Unfortunately to fortunately, your boyfriend, Lance Tucker, signed up to be the assistant coach. You were guessing it was because he has always wanted to watch you practice for meets and see what it was like.

He was on the Boys Swim and Gymnastic team, and he took his Senior year off to become a coach.

You set yourself in your lane, you and your teammates giving each other tips for certain swim moves, before the head coach blew the whistle and you took off.

Arm after arm, breath after breath, you caught glimpses of Lance standing next to the head coach, his arms crossed but a smile and a nod on his perfect face.

You had to do twenty 25's, which is basically, one swim down your lane is 25 meters, so basically, you had to swim down and back 20 times. But this was an easy day. Usually, the head coach made you swim seventy 25's on a regular day.

After about 10 minutes, all of your teammates and you had finished, and the head coach called a 3 minute break.

Shakily, you pulled yourself out of the water, taking off your goggles and making your way to Lance who had a proud smile on his face.

"You, my love, are incredible," Lance said, causing you to smile.

"I would hug you, but I'm wet, and smell of chlorine," You said.

"What's new?" Lance said, with a smirk, pulling you into his embrace, placing a kiss onto your cap. "You're the quickest one in your lane, m'proud of you."

"Hey! Y/n!"

You turned to face your head coach, who came walking towards you and Lance.

"Yes, coach?" You replied.

"I want you to stay after practice and do the Freestyle a couple more times," 

"Why?"

"I want to send you to State early-give our school a head start,"

"How early?"

"Next week,"

"But that's when finals are,"

"Suck it up-do it for the team,"

"I can't,"

"You sure can. Get back in the water, break's up,"

You looked up at Lance who gave you an apologetic look, placing a kiss to your forehead before you got back into your lane, rubbing your eyes before placing your goggles back on.

The coach blew the whistle, and you took off again, freestyling down the lane.

You kept freestyling for what seemed like forever, and you even ran into your teammates a couple of times, your mind focused on what the coach told you.

When practice ended, you hauled yourself out of the water and made your way to the head coach, who was talking to another Comp. girl.

"Ah, Y/n," The coach said. "It seems you will not need to go to State-young Suzy here will go instead."

"Oh," You muttered. "Alright."

"Now, don't be so disappointed," Your coach said. "You get to do finals!"

"Yes, how exciting," You said. "Thanks coach."

"Anytime, Y/n," Your coach said. "Let's just quit the slack-alright?"

"Yup," You said, quietly before disappearing into the locker rooms.

•••

"You've been quiet,"

Lance pulled you out of your thoughts, as you tore your gaze away from the TV.

"Oh, er-, sorry," You said.

"I know we're watching TV," Lance said. "But you usually always say something about this show."

He nodded at the screen that was playing, "Gilmore Girls".

"Jus' thinking," You said, nuzzling back against Lance.

"About what Coach said?"

"Sorta, he doesn't need me to go to States anymore, he found another girl."

"Another girl better than you?"

"Apparently,"

"I need to see this girl,"

"Don't get so protective-finals is important. And, I get to stay here with you."

"You're right,"

"I am 95% of the time right,"

"That's a lie,"

"I would never lie to you,"

"There goes the 5%,"

"Lance!"

"Love you too,"

"Uh-huh,"

"Oh, kiss me already,"

"Yeah, yeah,"

You pushed yourself upwards and connected your lips with Lance in a slow, but loving kiss.

"I'm glad you signed up to be Coach," You muttered. "You get to be with me."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I love you, Y/n. So much."

"I love you more,"

"Again, there goes the 5%,"

"Lance! The...the moment?"

"Oh, right, uh-, no! I love you more."

"We need to work on this."

"We sure do, doll. We sure do."