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Spanish!Reader and Lance

here you go! sorry if the Spanish may be wrong! translations are at the bottom! also the reader (AKA you) teases Keith a lot as well, but you wouldn't consider him a rival like Lance does

You and Lance's story begins on Earth, when Lance had traveled at the age of 12 from Cuba. Spending his first day in middle school with you, as you showed him around- to his locker, classes, and teachers- the two of you spoke of your lives, and you both came to discover that you're now quite close friends.
You didn't think you'd see him later on, maybe in a class or two, or in the halls, but seeing him at home? Not what you had expected. It turned out, that your mother, a librarian, worked right across the busy street from Lances mother, the owner of a restaurant. You thought that was cool, you could walk to the library after school, see your mother and your new friend Lance, and get some delicious foods.
Once you were both older, summer after freshmen year at the Garrison, you two now had a job. Lance working with his mother, and you with yours. Lances mother was off, visiting family in Cuba-sadly, Lance could not go, it was far too expensive- meaning you and Lance had the week together to cook whatever is ordered of.
The familiar click of buttons came to your ears, as the heat from the chicken you were currently cooking fanned into your eyes. Your eyes looked over your shoulder at Lance, playing around with the radio with a content smile on his face. Days like this are his favorite, where he spends his time in a kitchen, blasting some of his favorite music and cooking his favorite foods. All with you.
If you hadn't met, Lance wasn't sure what his life would be, he was so happy when you first met, to meet someone who's basically his clone. Someone who listens to the same music, who has the same ethnicity, and cooks the same traditional foods. He was glad he had someone to do this with.
You swayed to the song, moving your hips and bent slightly at the knees. You refused to stop cooking though, your hands working naturally around everything, this was a normal occurrence to you and anybody could see that. Including Lance, who couldn't seem to keep his eyes off you.
"¿A qué estás mirando?" You smiled, brows furrowed, getting the rice prepared. He shrugged, grabbing spices beside your workspace.
"Oh nada nada más que una mujer hermosa." He grinned, walking by behind you and bumping his shoulder to yours. Although you rolled your eyes, that didn't mean you didn't enjoy it. If anything, it made your day ever more better than it already was.
"Lance, la carne!" You shouted, pointing at the fire rising from his pan on his side of the kitchen, he yelled, screamed,hands on his head as he dropped the spices and ran toward the stove.
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When the two of you had arrived to space, meeting Allura and Coran, you talked a lot more. In private of course. You two would spew out essays of Spanish and leave everyone else around you confused. Allura and Coran were more interested than confused. Occasionally asking you two what one word means, or just about all of it in the first place. They thought it was interesting that their were other languages on Earth as well, and it'd be great to learn new things. The two of you could spend all day without talking in English, years more like.
"Sabes, a veces, solo quiero agarrar la hoja de Keith y cortarle el pelo." You sighed, the two of you stood in the doorway of the training room, chatting while watching the others spar one another.
"Yo tambien." He nodded, his thumb under his chin, the rest of his fingers rubbing his bottom lip. The both of you were observant, eyes following everyone.
"Hola, muchacho de salmonete!" You shouted, hands cupped around your mouth. You cackled, slapping Lance's shoulder as you both struggled to stay standing, tears of laughter escaping you.
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translations:
¿A qué estás mirando? - What are you looking at?
Oh nada nada más que una mujer hermosa - Oh, nothing but a beautiful woman
Lance, la carne! - Lance, the meat!
Sabes, a veces, solo quiero agarrar la hoja de Keith y cortarle el pelo - You know, sometimes, I just want to get Keith's blade and cut his hair
Yo tambien - Me too
Hola, muchacho de salmonete - Hello, mullet boy!