Voltron oneshots

Awkward!Reader X Lance

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You've had enough. Almost every mission Lance would flirt with any alien that moved, to the point where you couldn't bear to go to a new planet. The way he looked at them drove you insane, using his stupid pick up lines that never failed to make you jealous. For the longest time you ached for those to be directed towards you, but not once has he so much as winked in your direction. He was completely oblivious to your crush on him, and to make it worse you were pretty much the only girl he wouldn't flirt with. Talk about salt in the wound.
It was the last mission that really got you riled up. Of course, he found another alien girl to try and seduce. Fortunately for you Nyma's returned flirtatiousness was only a decoy to get his lion, but the fact that he was all over her haunted your mind for the rest of the day. Just what would finally make him notice you as more than a pal from the garrison?
While everyone else was resting on the couch trying to relax from the long day, you approached Allura, explaining your plan to try and win him over. She seemed shocked, not understanding why you would go for Lance of all people, but agreed to help, leading you to her room under the guise of "girl bonding time". Once there she gave you free reign to search through her closet, looking for anything revealing enough to get you noticed. The only garment you found suited for the task was an old shirt from her 'rebellious phase', a crop top that stopped just below the band of your bra.
You had to admit, it didn't look half bad when you tried it on, Allura agreeing that it suited you far better than it did her. Pairing it with your trusty high waisted shorts, you were ready to go pay him a visit. Before you made it to the door however, you felt Allura's hand pull your shoulder, sitting you down into a seat in front of her vanity.
"Allura, what-"
She pulled out a strange looking tube from the drawer next to her, "you can't possibly woo a man if you don't have a little bit of makeup. Now sit tight for a few minutes and then I'll let you leave."
You followed her orders, feeling her apply various products to your face and eyes. About fifteen minutes passed before she spun you around, allowing you to look in the mirror. She made you look absolutely gorgeous, with eyeliner so sharp it could rival Shiro's. You bounced up, embracing her in gratitude, "I look amazing, thank you!"
"No problem, now go out there and show him what you're made of!" she said, shooing you off with a hopeful expression.
As you walked down the halls you could feel yourself growing more and more nervous. What if he really doesn't like you? What if he thinks you're weird and never talks to you again? What if he doesn't get the hint? So many negative thoughts filled your mind you almost turned back, but you had promised Allura you would do this, and you never break your promises.
Letting out a deep breath, you knocked on his door. A few seconds went by before it slid open revealing him standing in the doorway, Pidge's headphones resting around his neck still blasting music. His eyes widened at your appearance, a slight blush showing across his cheeks, "Y/N, woah. What brings you here?"
"I was just bored and thought I'd stop by. You in the mood for hanging out?" you asked, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. God, you hated acting like this.
He nodded, "yeah, yeah sure man. Come on in."
You took in your surroundings. Sure, you've been in his room many times before, but today it felt like all new territory. He sat on the edge of his bed, patting the seat next to him for you to sit.
"So, what's with the outfit?" he asked, motioning up and down to your apparel.
"What, this? I was just trying on some of Allura's old clothes and she said I could keep this. Pretty cute, right?" you asked, bending forward slightly to expose your cleavage.
His gaze drifted down from your face, flushing from the view. He put a hand over his mouth, "Yeah, yeah it's really... cute."
You brought your finger up and trailed it down his arm, inching closer, "I think it really suits me... Allura says it really shows off my figure." You pulled down the collar slightly with your other hand, trying to lower your voice to a more seductive tone, "She's right, don't you think?"
"Yeah," he mused, following your hands with his eyes.
"How does it make you feel?"
"Yeah..."
You couldn't contain your laughter, breaking character and removing your hand from his arm to cover your face. He snapped out of his daze, laughing along with you. Once the two of you calmed down you let out a sigh, "Fuck, I can't do this."
"Do what?" he asked, wiping the corner of his eye.
"Try to seduce you. Look Lance, I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but I kinda really like you. Seeing you flirt with all those other girls made me feel really jealous, so I decided to see if this-" you motioned to your outfit "-would make you notice me. But this just isn't me."
"Y/N, you don't have to change yourself to try and get me to notice you. I already do, probably a lot more than I should. I... I don't flirt with you because I'm too afraid I'll scare you away. The truth is, I really like you too, even if you're just wearing sweatpants and a t shirt," he explained, averting his eyes to the ground.
Your eyes lit up, "Really? You really mean that?"
"I wouldn't lie about this,
Y/N," he said, flashing you a sincere smile.
Before he had time to react you launched forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and planting a chaste kiss on his lips, "You have no idea how happy I am right now."
He hugged you back, "Same goes here, princess."
You pulled away, pushing yourself up from the bed, "Okay, I'm going to change out of this and give it back to Allura. This shirt is way too exposing for my liking."
"Why not just save it for later, babe?"