Voltron x Reader; Preferences and Oneshots

{Lance x Reader}; Friendly Neighbor

Whatever it was that landed on your balcony began to laugh, the volume of it increasing as he approached you. You looked up, blushing from embarrassment to see a red hand with black web design reached out for you to hold. What the actual...

You took it, hesitantly, and he pulled you up onto your feet, his suit reflecting the rain pouring around him.

"Is your costume waterproof?" You asked.

"It's not a costume, it's a super suit! And no, after a while it starts to soak in."

Using your free hand, you opened the umbrella entrapping your dominant one and opened it, reaching your arm up so that it covered the both of you.

"You're really tall, my arm's gonna get sore in a bit." You noted, breaking the ice. More like slightly cracking it, though. You never knew who did and didn't liked being called out for their height.

"Sorry for the hard time I gave you at school today, I didn't know people would be so nosey about me. I can see the yearbook now; 'Y/N L/N: knows Spider-Man!' " He joked, but you didn't reply with as much laughter as he did. He was caught off guard by your quietness, to which you replied;

"So you know my first and last name, you go to my High School, AND you found my address."

You stared at him bluntly, causing him to fall silent. After you tapped him on the head a few times with the umbrella, he muttered;

"$&!¥."

"Watch your profanity, Senoir Spider. This is a Christian Minecraft Server." You joked, and he chuckled full heartedly before speaking again;

"You're getting less and less accurate with the names." He complained, and you bapped him again.

"Off topic."

"Ha. About that~" he began, rubbing the nape of his neck through the thin layer of (not water-proof) super-fabric. You couldn't come up with a better way to describe it.

"I-I, I do know you without the mask. And I'm super into you. I just... don't know what else could make you like me. I'm nothing without this extra layer of courage and bravery. Guess it was pretty dumb of me to assume you'd like me because I was special, huh?" He murmured, fidgeting sadly with his gloved fingertips.

"I wouldn't think so. I'm not looking to fall in love with Spidey-Mitchell, I'm looking for someone honest, cute and genuine. So if it's Throk in there, I swear to-" You added seriously, but he cut you off.

"The names aren't getting any- ugh. It's not Throk. I promise. It might be awful to some, but to others, it could be.. good." He spoke nervously, anxious gestures increasing.

"Well, if you must show me, feel free. I won't judge if I totally hate you." You joked, and his smile was so genuine that you could feel it from underneath his mask.

"Can I trust you though? Can I... take it off?" He asked, pulling gently at the fabric covering his face.

"Of course." You said awkwardly, and he began to pick at it.

"What do you think is the best case scenario is here?" He added, trying to cut the tension.

"I'd say... Lance McClain status." You responded, folding your arms nervously. Your masked hero suddenly paused, then ripped the mask off clean. There, in all of his glory, stood your one and only;

Lance McClain.

His hair was disheveled from being pressed against his head and his face began to catch driblets of the rain, resulting in a moment that looked like a shot straight out of a romance movie.

You on the other hand, stood in your black hoodie and sweatpants, almost dropping the umbrella to cover your mouth one of your hands.

"Oh my god, this is happening. I actually like you, and you like me back." You whispered, and he nodded, smiling. No descriptive words, it was probably the most basic word for a smile brought by joy. If you were to look up "smile" in He dictionary, there would be a picture of this beautiful face.

"Thank you about earlier, by the way." You added to lower the tension as you shockingly stroked his dripping cheekbones with your thumbs for prove it wasn't a dream.

"You've gotta be more specific, Y/N. I'm pretty awesome."

"Well, I would've died at least twice, for starters."

"What, no thank you?"

"I already said thank you!-"

"And I'm about to make you say it one more time." He boasted, grabbed your face, and pulled you into him.

A kiss in the rain.

You placed your hands gently on his neck, pulling his face softly closer. He responded happily, grinning into your lips and wrapping his arms around your waist, drawing you into him happily. When it was all said and done, he pulled away and placed his head on your shoulder.

"I personally think the yearbook thing should be 'Y/N L/N and Lance McClain, best couple' instead." He muttered, and you hugged him tightly.

"Whatever."

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