Lance X Keith X punk!reader

Part Five

(Y/n) laughed as Lance sang to 'hip' top 40 music and pulled into the underground driveway of Alura's mansion. He stepped out of the car and she followed him up-stairs and into the kitchen, smiling at Coran when he waved at her and asked how cleaning had gone. She told him about needing a power washer and he happily ran to find it. Soon after she let her body collide with the couch and yawned as Lance handed her another foreign soda and flipped on the TV. He aimlessly changed the channels and they both sipped on fruit juice for what seemed like an hour.

"So when are the others going to get here?" (Y/n) asked as she set her half empty can down and stood from the white couch.

"It's only been, like, twenty minutes. They're probably just running late," Lance drawled and stopped the tv on some Spanish soap. She hummed at the thought and looked out the window, only to see that familiar black Sportscar cruising up the drive.

"They're here," (y/n) mumbled and and walked towards the couch. Lance rolled his eyes and muttered something about Keith as they heard the garage door unfold below them. Soon after, Shiro came upstairs with several bags of what looked like take out.

"Keith was craving Chinese," Shiro laughed and placed the bags on the glass coffee table in front of them. (Y/n) smiled and began to rummage through the bags. Keith stepped through the door with some more bags and put them on the table as well.

"Lance, go get Hunk and Pidge, before the food gets cold," Keith ordered and began taking things out of the bag.

"I don't take orders from you!" Lance shot back and glared at keith.

"Lance," Shiro snapped, but his eyes softened, "you get them I'll get Alura and Coran." Lance huffed and walked through the hall with slumped shoulders as Shiro looked back at keith and winked. Keith blushed realising he you be left alone with (y/n) and continued to unpack the food. She laughed oblivious to the current situation and watched Keith's fingers glide through the bags with a fighters grace.

"So, what'd you get?" She asked as she opened various containers and peeked at the food. Keith stood and walked to the kitchen as he began to speak.

"We got a lot of white rice, some chicken and shrimp, egg rolls, LOTS of tofu," keith rolled his eyes at his groups obession with the food and placed eight plated on the table.

"Of course," (y/n) added and exchanged a grin with him as he continued.

"Then we got miso soup, and two sushi boats, with some hibachi for Lance," Keith smiled and looked up at (y/n) from his seat on the floor. She tried to hide her blush as she grabbed a blanket and sat beside him. Before she could say anything Lance, Hunk, and Pidge walked through the door.

"I'm so sick of Tofo!" Lance moaned as Hunk trailed him.

"But it's so good, and nutritious!" Hunk argued and plopped down on the couch.

"I've got to admit I'm a tired of tofu to," Pidge sighed and sat beside Hunk.

"I feel so betrayed," he said and hung his head, pulling apart his chopsticks, "More for me!" He grinned and began to drop large chunks of tofu into a bowl of soup, and lifted the bowl only for Pidge to smack them with her chop sticks.

"Wait for Alura and Shiro!" She snapped and picked the shrimp from the fried rice and put it on her white rice. (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh at the groups strange behavior. She leaned back and put her weight on her left hand, that just so happened to fall beside Keith's. He blushed a light shade of pink as one of his fingers consumed the warmth from her fingers. Alura and Coran walked through the doors and greeted everyone with warm smiles as they sat on the couch, opposite of Lance.

"Where's Shiro?" Hunk asked with a full mouth.

"Oh, he got...tied up," Alura mumbled with a blush and looked to the side as Coran huffed. (Y/n) eyed Keith with raised eyebrows as he smirked at Alura and rolled his eyes.

"Suuuree," he said, sarcasm dripping from his lips. They all turned as Shiro walked into the room and pulled his fingers through his hair. He blushed as he looked up at the room full of people and quickly sat beside Pidge. The awkward silence was broken by Lance and Keith laughing and the room was lit up with florescent smiles. As (Y/n) ate and loudly joked with the rest of the group she felt Keith's hand casually fall above hers and let his fingers place themselves perfectly between hers. She smiled faintly at the interaction and let his hand remain together, like perfect puzzle pieces throughout the meal. Keith somehow managed to keep a straight face and only let his cheeks change hues when she would involuntarily squeeze them and when she laughed. Lance remained oblivious to the current situation and continued telling (y/n) cheesy pick up likes, such as 'Is your dad a preacher, cause you're a blessing,' and 'You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall... is in love with me.' She laughed at each an every one, no matter how cheesy, which pleased Lance and frustrated Keith to no end. After sitting at the table for what felt like an hour Lance pulled you up and dragged you to the door.

"It's about time we finished with the ship right?" He laughed and you walked out of the room and into the garage. As you opened the car door a small frown fell on your face, as you looked down at the power washer in you seat.

"Where will I sit?" You asked quietly as you looked at Lance.

"My lap," he smirked and got in his seat.

"In your dreams!"

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\5 Minutes Later/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"Laannnnnccceeee!"
the sound of you screaming in embarrassed terror filled the car as you clung to his shirt and tried to avoid getting jerked around in the small car. He was now doing donuts for the second time as you squirmed in his lap. He blushed as her thighs squirmed in his lap and skidded to a stop, causing her face to collide with his. Both of them turned bright red as he laughed and she sat there in awe. 'what have I gotten myself into?'