Sebastian Stan and His Character Imagines

A Gymnastic Coach and A Soccer Player//Lance Tucker

I really hope you enjoy this!! I switched up the point of views because I noticed I'm like the only one who does 3rd person lol. Sorry hahahah.

Being Hope Ann Gregory's little sister was just as lame as it sounds.
You didn't do gymnastics, but instead you played soccer. Needless to say you're father was very very disappointed in you.
But you weren't agile, and now to make matters worse you had to move back to the small town of Ohio.
God, how you hated living there.
When you made it out, you never wanted to come back. You had made some pretty good success in soccer, and coming back just.... sucked ass.

The wind whipped crazily as you waited in the passenger seat of Hope's junky car.
You slammed your hand down on the horn.
Hope walked out in her USA jacket, and matching pants.
"What the fuck? I was coming Jesus." You rolled your eyes carelessly.
"I can't believe dad is making you take me to the fucking gym." Hope chuckled and put a arm on your shoulder.
"At least you can play with your balls, princess." You groaned and rubbed the soccer ball in your hands.
The car went to an uneasy spot.
The gym looked as pathetic as it did back in the day.
"Home sweet home." Hope joked.
"Jesus." You mumble under your breath.
You walk in behind Hope. A young gymnast smiles and waves at you. You do the same and sit down in the waiting room.
The empty room, which was quite spacey was perfect for just kicking the ball into wall and receiving it back.
(BTW I DONT PLAY SOCCER WHATSOEVER SRRY)
As you were about to kick it for what felt like the millionth time, as you waited for the ball to trap underneath your foot it never came.
"This is a gymnastic gymnasium, not a soccer field." You whipped around to find the strong voice that scolded you.
"Sorr- Oh my god Lance Tucker. The gold metal oh my!" Lance smiled proudly.
"So you're a fan?"
"Nope." You grabbed the ball out of his hands and started walking out the door.
"Did you sit in sugar, because you have a sweet ass..." You felt your cheeks grow red.  
You just continue to walk.
"Seriously what's your name?"
You turn around annoyed.
"Y/N."
"Lance, but you already knew that." His eyes looked at your lips.
"I'm going to go kick around the ball, outside."
"You don't have to, I was just joking."
"Yeah, I'm just going to wait for my sister."
"Who's your sister?" Lance asks leaning on the the door knob.
"Hope Ann Gregory." Lance holds back a laugh.
"That's your sister?! You're way hotter than her, I would've never thought."
You blush.
"Hm. Thanks I guess."
"You should give me your number." Lance says pulling his phone out of his back pocket.
"Why would I give you my number. Hope told me to stay away from you."
"Hope's probably jealous of how hot you are, and that she could never get me."
(Let's pretend they never have sex aka hope and lance)
"I'm not just going to be your booty call."
"Who said who you were going to be a booty call?"
"I've heard about you."
Lance grinned and looked at you up and down.
"You never know, just take a chance Y/N." Lance's voice was a low whisper.
Chills went through your body.
You yank the phone, cursing yourself for falling for his horny antics.
Quickly you hand it back.
"Until then Lance..." You turn on your feet and try not to squeal in excitement. Maybe going to the gym wasn't soooo bad.

I'm making a part two to this I think!!