Steal Your Armored Heart Lance x Reader

Trying Not To Miss You

 A/N: Sorry for the late update school's been wack and I'm so tired. But there will be an update on both of my ongoing stories this Saturday. I'm starting a new series in November so be on the look out for that too please!

          You sat up in bed with a jolt. You looked down at Lance who was still sleeping. You mentally thanked him for being there for you when you really needed it. Although you would never say it out loud, you really did enjoy his company.

          Sliding slowly out of the bed, you tiptoed out of the room and made your way to the door, grabbing your sweatshirt on the way out. Pulling the hoodie over your head, you tugged the hood lower over your face. Then you began to make your way to your favorite hiding hole.

          You pushed aside the curtains made of bed sheets, revealing your hidey-hole. It was small and cozy. Wide enough to fit four people standing shoulder to shoulder.

          Back on Earth, before you went to the garrison, you'd picked up wood carving. It helped you release stress. You also enjoyed the creations your mind thought up of.

          Your doodles, in various stages of finished and abandoned were scattered across the floor. Not to mention all the wood chips, serving as splinter accidents waiting to happen. With a small sigh, you began to pick up your doodles dusting off wood chips. You put them in a pile right outside your curtain with a wooden figure of the blue lion on top.

          After that you picked up all of your small wooden structures and piled them up outside. Swiping your hand over each shelf, you pushed of dust and extra bits of wood dust. Unclipping the hammock you shock out all the wood chips, closing your eyes to reduce the outcome of somehow getting wood in your eyes. Balling up the hammock fabric you held onto it using the leg clamp style as you took down the curtain. Before you left, you unplugged your fairy lights.

          Entering your room again you realized lance had left. For some reason, your heart sank a little. Shaking it off you dumped your bundle of fabrics into the tub, filling it with water and soap creating bubbles. Scrubbing was basically your monthly cardio. At least you figured monthly. Cause ya know... no way to track time in space. No set sun to follow. You found a creative way to dry the sheets every time. This time you pinned them from wall to wall. Nodding at your handy work you thought to find a broom and dust pan. Or some sort of Altean equal. The best place you thought it to be, was the kitchen. So you ducked below the drying fabrics and walked out the door.

          Taking off the hood you quickly dusted yourself off.Walking into the kitchen you noticed Hunk wasn't there as usual, Curiosity took over and after grabbing what you assumed to be a broom and dust pan, you headed to Pidge's room.

          When the doors slide open you poked your head in.

          "Pidge? Hunk? Hello?" Your eyes scanned over the messy room, finding it void of any living thing. Closing the door you headed towards the green lion hanger. Stepping inside the hangar you realized the reason why you couldn't find anyone. Because thy were on a mission.

          Shrugging you made your way back to your secret room. With the broom you've been walking around the castle with.

~Timeskip the rest of cleaning~

          Placing the chunk of wood you were carving down, you sighed. The carving was starting to look remotely like to people reaching to hold each other's hands. You rolled out of your hammock. You reached to turn off the fairy lights as you made your way out from the hung sheets. You hugged your hoodie close to your body. You were worried about the team. You had no clue if they were worried about the team. You had no clue if they were okay or not. You know you should have more faith in their abilities, but you couldn't help but wonder if everyone was still alive or at least not seriously hurt. Especially Lance. You couldn't figure it out, but ever since last night, you couldn't get him out of your head. He was distracting you so much you had nicked yourself with your carving knife several times. Lowering your head you hoped Lance was still standing.

          Turning the corner, that led to your room you bumped into someone. Snapping your head up, ready to apologize, you cut yourself off.

          "Oh her (Y/n/n)! I was just looking for y-" Lance smiled goofily, as you cut him off with a hug.

          Before you could stop them, tears started rolling down your cheeks as you buried your face into Lance's shoulder. You wanted to tell him how happy you were to see him. How much you missed his annoying comforting presence. How he's been on your mind all day. But the armor around your heart kept all of those feelings bottled up. The only thing you could muster up was a measly "I'm sorry," as the tears continued to flow down your cheeks soaking into Lance's shirt.

          "You don't need to apologize to me" Lance whispered into your ear, wrapping his arms protectively around you.