Ball is Life? Naw, quintessence is life

Congration you done it. Have this cake in honor of your hard work.

This is set before Keith joins the Blade, sorry for spoilers!!!

 You were wandering through the castle, you had just finished cleaning the kitchen after a pretty bad space goo mishap, and now you were wanting to just relax with the others in the lounge (you know that room with like 3 or 4 couches? I’m referring to that). Once you got to the room, you could hear laughter and the voices of the other residents. You weren’t sure if you could consider them your friends you wanted to, you really wanted to. You wanted to be able to tell yourself that you were friends with everyone here, but you weren’t sure. You plopped down next to Keith. You felt the closest connection to him since he too was a loner and pretty awkward with people.

              You were hoping someone would acknowledge you, but Lance was telling a very thrilling story, and everyone was too enraptured to care about you. You noticed a lull in the conversation and decided to test your luck.

              “Hey guys, wha-“ you were immediately cut off by Hunk starting a story about some mischief he, Lance, and Pidge had gotten into at the garrison.

              You wilted and pressed yourself into the back of the couch, hoping you could somehow disappear. As quickly as you sat down, you got up and left, heading towards your room. You shut and locked the door and flung yourself onto your bed, sobbing loudly into your pillow. You weren’t even able to get a word in and you were considering calling these people your friends. They didn’t care about you. The paladins were all friends, but you weren’t in that social circle. You rolled over and wrapped the blanket around you, staring at the ground. You wiped some tears off your face but the tears kept falling along with your motivation to hide them. Maybe I should just leave… you thought to yourself and you unceremoniously rolled yourself out of bed. You looked in your mirror, trying to disguise you make sure it wasn’t too obvious that you were crying.  You managed to get the puffiness in your eyes down to a minimum. You opened up your door and tried to rush to the shuttle bay as nonchalantly as possible.

              Once you entered the room with the ships, you took a moment to compose yourself. You looked around at the vehicles, trying to decide which one would be missed least. You finally decided on one and hopped in. You weren’t 100% sure how to fly it, but you thought you could probably figure it out. You heard the door opening up and decided it was time to skedaddle. You turned on the ship and started to hit the buttons that you thought looked right. This was nothing like the ships you were used to. The ship came to life and you flew away from the castle, not daring to look back.  You heard someone calling after you but you only quickened your speed.

              A few moments later you heard a loud roar and then another and another. You couldn’t believe they actually were bringing the lions after you. They probably just want the ship back, you thought to yourself, but couldn’t help feeling a bit hopeful that they actually cared about you. You were debating going back but then realized that they were probably pissed at you for being so dramatic. You accelerated until you were at max speed. However, now that you were going faster it was harder to steer and you were starting to discover that. You were also discovering that you were very lost. You had left without a plan of where to go. You were quickly approaching an asteroid belt and trying your best to pull away from it. The ship was a bit too responsive and you ended up flipping away from the debris, but losing control of your ship in the process. Then you saw it. The red lion gaining on you.

              You decided to stop your ship and let yourself float freely, you were caught, no use spinning in hopeless circles. The lion engulfed your ship and you were met with a very angry, yet concerned, Keith.

              “What were you thinking?!” he yelled as he pulled you out of your ship. “You could’ve gotten hurt out here or even killed!” You could tell he had more to say but Shiro’s voice came through the radio.

              “Any signs of Y/N yet?” this surprised you. Shiro always seemed far too busy to notice you.

              “Yeah, I’ve got her,” Keith replied, his gaze not leaving you for one second. “Y/N,” he began, voice low.

              “I just… I don’t know. I’m no paladin, as you could see out there, I’m no pilot. You guys don’t need me. Most of the time no one even seems to notice me!” you could feel tears forming in your eyes and you went to wipe them away before they could fall.

              “What are you talking about? Listen, I’m not the best at words, but,” he lets out a big sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me? I… I was so worried when I saw you entering that ship. I thought I’d never see you again.” His started blinking quickly and it didn’t take you long to figure out that he was blinking away tears.

              “I’m sorry. I just I didn’t know anyone would care if I left,” your shoulders slumped and you couldn’t keep Keith’s eye contact anymore. You looked towards your feet and let the tears just fall, not worrying about them anymore. “I just feel so alone around the group. No one ever seems to want to talk to me or hang out or anything. And it just hurts. It really hurts. I thought if I left it would be the same, no one would notice,” you were choked up and your voice was cracking. You wanted to say more but you were being packed against Keith’s armored chest, his arms wrapped around you in a tight, desperate hug.

              “Y/N, of course we would notice. Earlier today, as soon as you left the lounge, I wanted to go after you but I thought you wanted space. We were all so worried. Of course we’d notice Y/N. Of course we would,” he rested his head on your shoulder (or your head if you are much shorter than him) and you could feel the back of your shirt getting wet. Keith was crying because of you.

              “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make anyone worry. I just… I just don’t know. I didn’t think anyone cared about me…” you moved your arms to wrap around Keith.

              Keith pulled back to look you in the eye, “Of course we care about you. Y/N, I care about you so much. I thought I was going to lose you. You don’t have any idea how terrified I was. Please tell me next time you feel like this, I know I’m the last person who should be giving this advice, but you shouldn’t run from your problems. I can help you if you let me,” his tear-filled violet eyes practically bored into your soul.

I FEEL YOU. If you ever want to talk, my ask box (and messaging) is always open. I may not know your exact situation, but I do know what it’s like to feel like a failure and I certainly know a thing or two about self-hatred.  You actually sent this at the perfect time because I’m hella down in the dumps and I was gonna write something sort of like this, but now I get to write it and help a friend out so it is a win-win!!!

                You smiled on the outside, but inside you were withering. You weren’t as smart as Pidge, and your brain constantly told you that you would never be. You were also not as graceful or beautiful as Allura, or as good of a fighter as Keith. You couldn’t cook for shit and you definitely couldn’t pilot that well either. You waved goodbye to your “friends”. They didn’t actually care about you. They pitied you at most. You waved and walked to your room, falling apart as soon as the door shut behind you. You knew you were crying, but you tried to not acknowledge it. You sat down on your unmade bed, I can’t even clean up after myself… How hopeless. You thought, throwing off your shoes and burying yourself under the covers,  lying face down and crying freely into your bed. You couldn’t pilot much so you were stuck in the castle while the paladins went out on a mission. You were supposed to give them coordinates, but you misread them and managed to mess everything up. The paladins had tried to tell you that it was an easy mistake and they didn’t blame you, but you doubted they were being honest. You reached under your mattress to pull out your journal. You write in it what went wrong today, and look back on all of your past failures, only making your mood fall even more. “What is wrong with me?” you cry out, digging your hands through your hair desperately.

              “Y/N? What’s going on?” you heard a very familiar voice on the other side of your door.

              “Go away, Lance, everything’s fine!” you shouted at him, your cracking voice proving that everything was not fine.

              “I’m coming in,” and like that, your door was opened and Lance made his way towards your bed, plopping down next to you and rubbing your back. “Are you… crying?”

              “No,” you said weakly, hiding the journal under your pillow.

              “What’s up, babe?” he asked, bending down to try to get a look at your face.

              “Just leave me be, I’m sure you have something more important to do,” you nuzzle your head further into the mattress.

              “Is this about the mission? It really wasn’t your fault!” Lance gently grabbed your waist and pulled you up from your position so he could look you in your tear-filled eyes.

              “It’s not just this mission it’s everything. I can’t do anything around here and honestly, you guys should shove me out into space,” you covered your face with your hands.

              “Y/N, what are you talking about? You’re amazing. You are so helpful around the castle and everyone really loves having you here. Everyone makes mistakes, but that doesn’t make you a mistake,” Lance pressed you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. “I know what it feels like to think you’re a failure. To be honest, I kind of feel like the extra wheel around here…” he nestled his face into your neck, pulling you a bit tighter.

              “Wait what? But you’re the sharpshooter! The team needs you!” you exclaimed.

              Lance chuckled, “That’s ironic. I feel like someone just said that you…”

              “That’s different…” you mumbled.

              “How so?” Lance pulled back to see your face.

              You shrugged, not looking up.

              He pulled your chin up, getting you to hold his gaze, “It’s the same principle here. You’re so important to me and definitely to the team.”

              “I don’t feel like that. I feel like everyone just pities me, no one actually likes me.”

(sorry this is so short)

Dating Shiro would include:

·        He likes to put your arm around your shoulder or your waist or  anywere really

·        He loves physical contact, so expect it whenever possible

·        He’ll call you on missions pretending to just give you updates, but really, he just wants to hear your voice

·        Going back to the physical contact thing, he is a big cuddler.

·        He prefers to be the big spoon and finds it so much easier to sleep with you in his arms

·        Not a day goes by without him making sure you know how loved you are