water. // lance mcclain x reader [complete.]

ɪᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴍɪʟᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ

After dinner, everyone had gone to bed or decided to go outside and relax next to the bonfire. Being the exhausted person you were, you decided to call it a night and walked over to your shared room with Lance. Grabbing a toothbrush and a pair of pajamas you walked over to the bathroom and did your night routine. 

Opening the bathroom door, you walked out like a zombie before setting your stuff down in the dark. You looked for your phone so you could charge it in the morning, but couldn't make out anything in the dark. Groaning a little, you walked over to the light switch before turning it on and jumping a little. 

For a second the room around you had filled with water and you were about to drown. Shaking your head quickly, you tensed up when you felt someone tackle you from behind. 

"Agh! Hey, Lance!" You yelled, whining a little when he wouldn't get off of you.

"Yes, princess (Y/N)?" You struggled to get him off of you, as you were laying on the floor face down and he seemed to be using you as a chair. 

"Stop. Crushing. Me." He only seemed to laugh at your failed antics and you gave up after a few minutes.

"I surrender, what must I do to be free?" You questioned, your hand supporting your head. 

"Give me one of your pancakes tomorrow morning,"

"Huh?! But they're Hunk's! Pide told me all about his cooking!" You whined.

"Exactly, they're Hunk's. So, do we have a deal?" He held his hand out, "fine." you said unwillingly. 

He smiled at you before getting up and offering you a hand. You looked down at the floor and Lance looked at you in concern. You grabbed his hand, before grinning and pinning him on the ground, all while grabbing a pillow nearby.

"HA!" You laughed, ambushing the poor brunette with the sack of feathers. 

"I surrender! I surrender!" Lance yelled, flailing his arms around. 

"I will only back down if you promise to give me two of your pancakes tomorrow!" You said holding two fingers out.

"Hey-!" He was about to speak more, until you smacked him with the pillow again.

"Okay! O-okay! (Y/N)~!" He whined even more than you and you threw the pillow away, smirking.

"You're evil, y'know that?" 

"I was just copying your actions. So tell me," you leaned your face in next to Lance's, "who's the real evil one here, huh?" 

"Hey (Y/N), Lance, Shiro is about t- AH! ALLURA! PIDGE! THEY'RE KISSING!" Upon hearing Romelle's voice and the door slamming open, you and Lance backed away from each other. Seeing Romelle run off, you quickly realized the situation and sprinted towards her. 

"Romelle! Romelle! ROMELLE!" A pillow smacked the back of her head, causing her to shush. 

You turned and saw Lance, his hands over his chest. 

"Romelle, w-we weren't kissing. Lance was just being mean,""HEY-!" "And I was getting revenge on him, because I was attacking him with a pillow before! I promise you there is nothing between us!" 

Romelle raised an eyebrow at you, turning her head from yours to Lance's. Blinking, she smiled, "Okay!" Before rushing off to who knows where.

You shrugged and Lance decided to check out whatever Shiro was going to do, as well as maybe make sure Romelle kept her mouth quiet. Once you reached your bed you felt numb inside. You didn't understand why though. Closing your eyes, you finally realized why you felt how you did.