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buckyshattergirl · 7 years

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I’m Just Your Best Friend

Pairing: Lance Tucker x fem!Reader Words: 2207 Warnings: Lance Tucker is a dick, language, talk of sex Tags: @whotheeffisbucky, @fvckingbuckyandsteve, @helloitscrowley, @bucky-plums-barnes (Just tagging the people I think will enjoy this. Tell me if you don’t want to be tagged or if you want to be added to the list) AN: Finally I got this out. I spent weeks on this. I’ve had the idea since I saw the movie and I wanted to write it so bad. Also apparently I can’t do oneshots, so this one is gonna become a series too.

What Y/N had always wanted was for her best friend to be happy. So if he was happy while being an asshole to everyone, Y/N was happy. She found other people’s reaction at his cockiness incredibly funny because she knew the other side to that. Not that he was a sweet cutie patootie when not on camera, on the contrary. Their friendship existed solely out of well meant insults and sarcastic comments, also a lot of food, booze and women (with an occasional threesome thrown in the mix).

But it wasn’t all fun and games. Because every asshole needs a nice person to keep them in check. And Lance’s nice person was Y/N. She was the reason the world didn’t hate him. She was his PR person, his “assistant”, his roommate and his mom-friend. So it was routine for him to come home at night and ask Y/N to come with him to scout someone or go to competitions with him.

One night Y/N was sitting on the couch, doing a High School Musical sing-along marathon, when Lance came in. He found her singing along loudly to What I’ve Been Looking For, the Sharpay and Ryan version.

“So, am I what you’re looking for?” he chuckled in her ear, leaning over the back of the couch.

“To to to do, nope,” she sang, not looking away from the tv or getting out of key, “there’s food in the microwave. To to to do to to do do do dooo…”

Lance shook his head laughing as he made his way to the kitchen. “I need you to go to Amherst with me tomorrow. We’re gonna scout “Mighty” Maggie Townsend,” he said, typing an amount of time in the microwave.

Y/N hummed in confirmation. “‘Kay. Bring me some ice cream?” she asked. Two minutes later he joined her on the couch with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s. “But if we’re gonna drive for more than two hours, I’m picking the music.” she told him, forcefully shoving her spoon in the carton.

Lance groaned but agreed. “Okay, as long as it’s not those lame ass Disney songs.” He looked at her as she nodded with a mouth full of ice cream, but he knew she wasn’t serious.

“Are we seriously watching this movie again?” he asked after a few moments of silence.

“Shut up Tucker, I know you secretly like it,” she said, glaring at him. “And if you’re not gonna sing you have to shut your cockhole.”

“Oh goodness. It’s one of those days again isn’t it?” Lance sighed, pulling her closer to him. He knew exactly what to do. “Did she do something? You’re too sweet for your own good Y/N… If she makes you feel bad for nothing you should leave her…” He was running his fingers through her hair.

Y/N shook her head. “No… I love her…” she muttered, leaning into his touch. “And shut up, I’m trying to do a sing-along…”

Lance sighed again, not stopping his small but meaningful ministrations. Soft tears were running down Y/N’s face which Lance only noticed because of the little sniffles coming from her nose from time to time. And just like that they watched the movie. Y/N’s voice filling the room whenever a song came on. And she was sure she could hear Lance’s voice joining hers too.

Halfway the second movie Y/N was getting a little loopy. Lance had put the ice cream away again after she spilled it all over her shirt. He had taken her shirt to the washing machine too. She was just wearing a bra and her sweatpants. Then she cuddled up to him again. Lance reached over to get the remote but a small hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Don’t…” Y/N muttered. “I.. I wanna sing along to Humumunuku…” she tried to say but she failed at pronouncing the title to the song.

“Sweetie, you can’t even say it right. I think it’s time for bed.” he told her, earning a whine from her.

“Nooo…” she took ahold of his shirt, fisting it in her hand. “I don’t want to sleep, Lance. Not without her…” She looked into his eyes. Her eyes were red, puffy, and tired from crying.

“But you gotta, dollface. I need you tomorrow…” he whispered. “You can sleep with me tonight, okay? I have no one over. I even changed my sheets yesterday.”

Y/N debated it for a while before nodding. “Mkay…” she muttered before trying to stand up. But Lance was quicker. He picked her up bridal style and took her down the hall towards his room. She was already asleep by the time he put her in the bed. He tucked her in and went back to the living room to clean the mess they made up. When he was about to turn the tv off, Gabriella was singing I Gotta Go My Own Way. He kept looking for a bit before turning it off, not wanting to deal with the nostalgia the movie brought him.

After the living room was clean and his mind was cleared he crawled into bed next to Y/N who was curled up into a ball at the other side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss into her hair.

The following morning started early. They had to get there at 8 am, and it would take them three hours to drive there. So at 4:30 Lance’s alarm went off, which was the National Anthem. Y/N woke up first so she leaned over her best friend to take his phone from the bedside table and turn it off. She let the phone fall on her chest before lightly elbowing Lance, who groaned.

“Hey, Tucker, it’s time…” she whispered in his ear. “You wanted to go check out the Townsend girl, you have to wake up now.”

“Myeah. You go ahead. I’ll be out in a sec.” he muttered, very slowly releasing her from his grip.

Half an hour later Y/N was sitting in the passenger seat of Lance’s car, waiting for him. He came running out of the door, stuffing his earphones in his pocket and fixing his hair.

“You have everything?” Y/N asked as he stepped in the car. He nodded, but she needed to double check. “Hand cream? Chapstick?” and as soon as she muttered those words his face scrunched up. “Don’t worry. I got extra…” she chuckled.

The ride made Lance very uncomfortable. Y/N had picked her “Annoy Lance Tucker” playlist to play for three hours straight. It consisted of Disney songs and all sorts of other songs Lance used to like. And of course she had to sing along.

“Are we there yet?” was also a frequently asked question, but not by Y/N as she was in charge of Google Maps. The last part of the drive got kind of panicky because it was nearing 8 and the streets seemed to be very similar.

But at last they arrived, and at a reasonable time too: 7:55. Only problem: no sign of Maggie or her coach. Lance and Y/N stepped into the gym and got greeted by a very nervous man who introduced himself as Ben.

“I promise you…” he had said, getting interrupted by a twitch in his eye, “they’re gonna be here soon…”

Soon seemed to be an hour in Amherst. They arrived an hour too late. Lance was on the phone, cursing out his food supplier. This made Y/N scold him silently, making sure the person on the other side didn’t hear her.

“Just get me the beef one like I told you. It’s called Carnivore…” he was saying when they heard someone get in. “Alright, call me later…” he said before turning to them.

“Look who I found,” Ben said, gesturing to Maggie, her coach and this other dude.

“Thanks Ben…” Y/N smiled at him.

Maggie’s coach saw him and got kind of uncomfortable while Lance’s lips turned to a mean smirk.

“Well well well, Hope Ann Gregory,” he said, strutting towards her. “You’re an hour and three minutes too late.” Y/N walked towards them too, knowing who she was when he said her name. Lance and her had had a night once, in Y/N’s hotel room.

“What the fuck are you doing here Lance Tucker?” she asked. Her voice sounded so pitchy Y/N understood why it only stayed with one night.

With a smirk Lance pulled his wallet out and showed her his badge. “Team coordinator,” he explained. “And this is my…” but before he could continue Hope cut him off.

“Your new slut?” she laughed. Y/N wanted to punch her in the face.

“My assistant…” he said, ignoring her. That made Y/N’s heart hurt a bit. But deep down she knew she was far more than that.

“Anyways, they offered me the coordinator job. I said ‘fuck no’” she said, with no reason at all.

Lance laughed and shook his head. “That’s bullshit…” he muttered, making Y/N shoot him a glare.

“Your face is bullshit.” Hope spat back in the fraction of a second.

Lance shook his head again before looking at Y/N. With his eyes he asked her if he could go on with this argument. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, kind of wanting to see Hope get roasted.

With a smirk he turned back to the small blonde in front of him. “Something looks different about you. Oh yeah. You got older.” he chuckled.

“Your limp dick disease must be affecting your eye vision…” Hope shot back.

This made Y/N laugh and Ben even more nervous. He asked Hope something before he got cut off by Lance. “Hey water boy. I can’t drink this bottle of piss you gave me,” he said pulling a five dollar bill from his wallet and giving it to him. “Why don’t you run off to the store and bring me a Fiji or something Ph balanced? And if you’re lucky maybe I’ll let you taste my nuts, Hope’s tasted my nuts before, right?”

Y/N’s eyes became the size of plates. She felt so bad for the poor boy who just got another twitch.

“Are you winking at me?” he asked him in an angry voice, “What, are we flirting now?”

Y/N was furious and smacked Lance’s arm. “Lance Tucker! That’s enough!”

Then Maggie came into the room again, in a galaxy leotard. On first sight, she looked awful. “I’m ready Hope…” she slurred, walking over to the bars. Lance, Y/N and Hope stood next to each other. Maggie put some of the powder on her hands and got into position.

She jumped up… and failed. She tried again, and failed again. This was not like the Maggie Lance had seen winning competitions all over the country. “Gimme a boost Hope?” she suddenly asked.

“No Maggie, I can’t do that…” came her coach’s response. Y/N had already seen what was going on here.

“Fine, then a rocket ship will take me…” the girl muttered before imitating one and jumping. This time she did manage to get on the bar. But what she did on it was a shitshow. She was mimicking a monkey and swinging around like a little child.

Y/N leaned towards Lance. “She’s as high as a kite…” she muttered. Lance nodded.

“Okay Maggie, I think I’ve seen enough.” He said, walking to the other side of the mat and Maggie jumped off, falling down while landing.

“Oops, I think my cameltoe is a bit off…” she muttered which made Lance shake his head.

“Hope, office now!” he yelled at her. Then he turned to Y/N. “Please stay with her, figure out what’s wrong?”

“Of course, sweetie…” she said, walking over to Maggie while Hope and Lance disappeared into the office.

Y/N sat on the floor with the teen and told her to look at her. “Sweetie, are you okay?” she asked, holding Maggie’s hand. The girl nodded, looking at her. “What did you have for breakfast?” Y/N tried to get through to her but she stood up and waved at Lance through the window before laying on the floor and rolling around.

“Hope made me a shake…” she muttered, still rolling around. “It made me feel weird and happy…”

Y/N frowned. Maggie was a potential team anchor. “Maggie, honey, it seems like Hope messed it up a little. How would you like training with Lance and me?” she asked, even though she knew getting an answer would be unlikely.

“I would like… a medal made out of pizza…” Maggie muttered, making grabby hands into the air. “Is that guy your boyfriend?” she suddenly asked.

This struck Y/N. Sometimes he acted as if he were, but she had a girlfriend, who probably didn’t even love her. Lance strutted over to them, having finished his conversation with Hope.

“He isn’t, not yet…” he smirked, taking Maggie’s hand. “Y/N and I are gonna talk to your mom, sweetie, we’re gonna set this right. We got you…”

#lance tucker x reader #fanfic #x reader #sebastian stan #lance tucker #this is gonna get a sequel that is better

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