Sebastian Stan and His Character Imagines

Guilty// Lance Tucker

Updates won't be as frequent, I'm currently moving soooo.

The bar was buzzing with local folks. You stood from the table Lance and you were at. The two of you had been dating for almost five months. You walked to the bar edge. A very tall man walked up to Lance.
"Hey Tucker!" Lance smiled and fist bumped the man.
"Sup Carter." The man sat down next to him.
"So which one of these gals made you so soft." He elbowed Lance playfully. Lance pointed towards you. "Damnnn. See, that ain't one who makes you soft. That's the woman that makes you hard." A small chuckle left Lance's lips. The man stood as you sauntered back. Lance said his goodbyes and you sat back down. Lance stared at you, he felt horrible. Not even three weeks ago, Lance got drunk and cheated on you. The worst part of it all, was that it was Hope Ann Gregory. An enemy of you, pretty much. You snapped your fingers at Lance.
"Hun? You good?" You asked snapping your fingers in his face. "Let's get out of here, I have a bad vibe." You announced to Lance. He nodded and stood up. You did the same. Why was he so stupid? You were the first girl he had ever loved loved, and he was more in love with you than ever. He grabbed your hand and guided the two of you to his car. You climbed in and Lance sat down, starting the car.
"Lance, are you okay?" He never was this quiet..... ever.
"No. Not even the slightest." His voice sounded like broken glass. "I have to tell you something." You unbuckled the seat belt, preparing for a run. You had a feeling that the sex crazed God of Gymnastics was going to break up with you. You thought maybe you had changed him.
"I love you. I fucking love you." Lance whispered. The first time since the two of you dated had you heard him say those words.
"I love you too hun, but why were you so... scared to say it?" You asked rubbing his back.
"I cheated on you. I" You flinched and pulled your hand off his back.
"Wha? You?" You looked at your feet, starting to cry. "With who?." You asked wiping tears away. Lance looked over at you crying and put his head in his hands.
"I was drunk, it was in Vancouver. Hope, baby it was Hope." He said in a hushed tone. You let out a shocked sob, you quickly covered your mouth to make the sobs not so loud. Lance wiped some sneaky tears that fell.
"I thought maybe I had changed you, for the better. I don't know." You got out of the car, letting in a fresh breath of air. Lance got out and walked to in front of you.
"I'm sorry. I was drunk, you know I would never fuck her if I was sober." You let out another sad cry.
"I didn't want to listen to anyone's opinion of you! They all said to be careful and I didn't think that you'd ever- I fucking love you Lance." You collapsed into his chest crying. He was crying now too. Holding you.
"I love you." Lance croaked. You pulled away and looked up at him. Striking him with a quick slap. "Shit." He whispered putting a hand on his face.
"I love you too, but I hate you. So much. I think we need a break for a little while, okay? Just like two weeks, give me two weeks to cry, scream, eat. Just give me that." He nodded wiping away your tears.
"I'll take you home." He said in a hushed tone. You slid back into the car. When Lance dropped you off, you said nothing. Usually you would give him a long kiss, and he would follow you inside. He'd wake you up with kisses, and then go to work.
When you walked up the steps to your door, Lance usually would admire your figure. He'd whistle, but tonight. He couldn't do any of that because he fucked up.
Two Weeks Later:
Hell. It had been pure hell without Lance. You had wondered about what he was doing, you wondered if maybe he wasn't sleeping either. Luckily makeup hid the very apparent circles forming under your eyes. You wore lazy clothes and you could barely eat. You're dog was the only happiness in your life, and what was worse was that it was a dog that Lance had named. After you realized how pathetic it was to be so distraught about a man, you grew some balls and put on your best outfit. After hesitation you headed towards the gym, Lance was working. When you walked in, it was bare. He wasn't on the main floor, locker rooms or his office. You growled in annoyance, as you were walking out of the gym you seen an agitated gymnast.
"Hey, have you seen Lance Tucker here?"
"God. I wish! I have been coach-less for almost three weeks. Nobody has seen him, he's probably dead." You were shocked. You hurriedly left the gym and drove over to his house. It took five booming knocks until someone finally opened the door.
"What do you want?!" Lance yanked the door open. You flinched back and he softened almost immediately.
"Lance, oh my god you look."
"Dead? I feel it." He had horrible dark circles, his hair wasn't styled, he wasn't wearing the signature gym suit. It was so saddening.
"Well, yes. I need to talk to you." You say tucking some loose hair behind your ear.
"Come on in, love." You smiled at the name. It had been way too long since you heard that.
"Lance, I miss you." You said a little rushed. "Like I have never been a girl whose been super dependent on a man, and by all means I'm not dependent on you. I just, I don't know what to do anymore. I can't sleep without your comforting arms. It hurts to pet my fucking dog, because all I can think of is that god awful name you gave her. Lance.... I love you too much. I can forgive you for sleeping with... Hope. I won't forget, but I assumed you knew that." You realized you were in Lance's strong arms and that you were crying. Lance was rocking you.
"I can't stand being without you too, babe. I think about a world without your stupid jokes and rocking dance moves and it.... hurts. I can't be without you, you are the first girl. The first woman, who's ever made me feel this way. Like appreciated, and loved and happy. I love you, please don't ever leave me." The two of you cried too each other.
"Jesus Lance, your dark circles." You say with a chuckle.
"Babe, you cant even talk." He wiped some tears from under your eyes. "You're foundation came off when you cried." You laughed and kissed him. It was the best feeling to have him back.