READER IMAGINES [1]

Part two of my last Lance McClain x reader! I swear this jumped scenarios, like, five times. This takes place a few minutes from where the last one ended.

Dt: mindinha Ravjal Creepy_Xnime

Word count: 3,176

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With a deep sigh, you close shut the refrigerator in the kitchen onboard the Altean ship. Well, it wasn't an actual refrigerator but it served the same purpose. What could you call it? An alien fridge? An... alidge? Or maybe frilen? No, or maybe--

"Hey,"

You jump and turn around to the sound of the voice to see Lance McClain standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Hey," You reply, your fingers awkwardly finding place on the pull-strings of your jumper.

"So, uh, about earlier,"

Oh, great. He wants to talk about the dare. You don't want to talk about it. You literally ran away the moment he pulled away from you, and thought that cleaning up the prior used food goo was an acceptable-- nay, practical-- excuse. Guess not.

"I mean, about how things happened," Lance continues.

The way he hesitates makes your heart do the macarena in your chest, and you desperately try to deter the topic of conversation.

"It's okay." You quickly say.

Lance finally looks up at you, his eyes directly staring at yours.

"It is?" He asks.

"Yeah, of course. It was just a game."

"Right." Lance nods, then takes one step forward, "But it didn't feel like a game."

"Well, how else are kisses supposed to feel like in Truth or Dare?"

"Probably like nothing, expect for the fact that kissing you felt good."

Quiznak. You almost forgot about how smooth Lance can be sometimes. Lance-Smarty-Pants-McClain. Lance-I-Kissed-You-Like-No-One-Was-Watching-McClain. Lance-It's-Absolutely-Normal-To-French-Kiss-For-A-Dare-McClain. 

"Did it feel good to you?" He asks.

"I, um," You start but lose all sense of what words mean.

Maybe you would have finally found how to form a coherent sentence were it not for Lance looking at you in the eye with every word he just said, or even for the sudden crash that echoes down the other end of the hallway.

"Guys!" Shouts Matt, "We need help!"

"He's going to hurt me!" Shouts Hunk.

Another crash sounds and then a scream, and now Hunk is running past the kitchen with a persistent Keith hot on his heels. You give Lance a quick side-glance and then exit the kitchen to follow the commotion, with him walking behind you.

What you see is both a horrific and fantastic sight; Hunk is curled up in a fetal position on the ground with Keith holding onto his vest like a cat would sink their claws into a couch. Pidge whizzes past you to try and yank the red paladin off of the yellow one, and now Matt stands beside you.

"What happened?" You ask him.

"He brought up the story again." Matt says, still looking forward, his mouth slanting to one side of his face.

"Brother!!" Pidge shouts, "Help me!"

Matt quickly dives forward to help Pidge get Keith away from Hunk, and you stand watching with your hand wiping down your face. Beside you, Lance moves one step in your direction and now your shoulders are touching. When you look up at him, he keeps his focus on his friends.