It's Foolproof (Lance x Reader)

Silent Treatment/Spilling the Beans

The next day, the team had left planet Liber and rocketed back into space, in search of others in need.

It was a slow day. The halls were quiet, no laughter was heard, bedroom doors were closed shut, everyone was affected by the unknown happenings that occurred between (Y/n) and Lance last night.

Things were definitely much more boring without Lance and (Y/n)'s usual craziness overtaking the castle.

Lance tried talking to (Y/n) early that morning, but to no avail.

He had taken refuge by staying in the game room. He prepared to stay there a long time, because that morning during breakfast, he trudged into the kitchen with a blanket around his shoulders, grabbed as many snacks as he could carry, and trudged back into the game room.

You, however, had remained composed, pretending as if nothing was wrong.

You had always felt as if you were never good enough for other people, so when Lance was considering being with a beautiful alien person, you couldn't help but let your insecurities take over your actions.

The rest of the team were trying to look to you for answers regarding Lance's behavior, but gave up when they realized you wouldn't say anything.

Hunk, being Lance's closest friend next to you, decided to check on Lance later that day.

He walked into the game room, "Hey, Lance, are you alright-"

Something groaned near Hunk's feet.

Hunk fixed his gaze onto the floor.

Lance was lying there, sprawled out onto his stomach, with a half eaten bag of chips beside him.

"What are you doing?"

"Dying a slow and painful death," Lance mumbled.

"...Right. I guess I'll leave you to it..?"

"Much appreciated."

Hunk frowned before leaving, knowing he'd have to try to interrogate (Y/n) instead.

~

A little while later, Pidge came into the game room.

She spotted Lance on a beanbag chair facing the tv, playing Overwatch.

Lance barely glanced at Pidge.

"Not now, I'm training for battle."

"You're playing video games," said Pidge.

"Exactly. Training. Now go away, you're distracting me."

Pidge shrugged and took a seat next to Lance.

"Pass me a controller. Shiro says I've been behind in training anyway."

~

You heard a knock at your bedroom door.

"(Y/n)?" A muffled voice asked.

"Come in."

The door slid open and Hunk stepped inside. He rose his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

"Okay, you're gonna have to talk to me. What's going on between you and Lance?"

You averted your eyes. "I don't know," you said softly.

His expression softened and he uncrossed his arms before he sat down beside you.

"Come on, you can trust me," Hunk coaxed.

You sighed. "I know, I do trust you, Hunk. It's just a really long story."

"Then just tell me what's bothering you. I can help."

You nodded. "I like Lance."

Hunk furrowed his eyebrows. "Uh yeah, isn't that the point of you two dating? 'Cause that's usually what people do when they like each other. They date."

You sighed once more. "That's kinda why it's a long story. We haven't been completely honest with all of you."

Hunk slowly nodded. "Do you wanna maybe tell me this 'long story' then?"

You solemnly nodded back. "I do."

Hunk leaned back and got comfy. "Cool beans. Talk away."