COMPLETED/CLOSED ✅
(One of my close friends made the cover art of Lance for this book, NOT ME!)
Highest Rank: #9 in lancexreader #1 in thegoodshit 😍💙
Rated K+ to T 7/10:
This is a collection of stories starring Lance McClain. I have some chapters...
(@leviosaa, if you want me to take this down, just let me know and I will. I DO NOT own the original concept, Voltron: Legendary Defender and storyline, just the parts after.
You should probably read Our Love is God first BEFORE reading this so you understand what is going on.
NOW on with the story...)
Chapter 9: Getting Ready
[FLUFF]
You felt bad for Lance and the person he wanted to ask out going to the party with someone else. But you still had to get ready. You sighed at your reflection in the mirror in your room; staring at the cozy PJs you were still wearing from lazily staying in the dorm all day.
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You got some homework done and cleaned up your room but still felt like a lazy bum. "Ugh, what to wear...what to wear..." You groaned and looked through your closet. "Hey (Y/N)," You heard a familiar voice and smiled to yourself.
"I'm wearing clothes, you can come in." You joked and opened the door for your roommate. "Hey," Lance greeted sheepishly. "You can sit on the bed, I wasn't doing anything interesting." You muttered and continued looking through your closet. "Ohhh! I know what you're doing." He sat up like a mind-reader and blocked your view.
You playfully put your hands on your hips and and watch him at work; swatting his hands through the hangers. "Do you literally only wear hoodies and jeans?" He glared at you with subtle sass. "Kind of?" You replied awkwardly.
"We are gonna need to solve this fashion emergen-ooh!" Lance grinned and pulled out a slightly shimmery dress. One you knew all well...
Its metallic (f/c) complements the little straps on the top so well. You remember the dress clinging just below your knees with a little slit up your lower thigh.
It was your mom's prom dress and one you knew you couldn't wear.
"Lance, I'm not wearing that." You grimaced. "But it's perfect! And just your size, and there's a note in here too!" Your roommate gently yanked a little envelope outside of the fabric's interior. "Do you have to keep touching it?!" You hissed; bunching your wrists into fists. You rolled your eyes and nipped at your lip. "Yes! Because I think it would look great on you!" Lance yelled insistently before blushing deeply.
"You think...it would look great on me?" You repeated curiously. "Yeah. I thought you already knew you were a stud, (Y/N). You should have the chance to impress your date with more than just being yourself." He rambled sweetly. You held the hanger close to your chest and stared at it with sentiment. "I don't know, Lance. I want to honor my mom, and I don't know if it would be-"
