#voltron request

okay, keith isn’t cut out for this. he doesn’t understand how he ever tricked himself into believing he would be.

   six months in a relationship with someone does not prepare them for this kind of confession. in the movies, they always make it out like the easiest thing in the world; sometimes, the protagonists just kind of come out with it, and they aren’t even fretting beforehand. it all seems most unrealistic to keith, who has spent the past three weeks trying to script the words “I love you” into a conversation he doesn’t even know will happen yet.

    it has to be today, though. tomorrow morning, you and hunk will be heading out on a mission for a few days, and keith will not be able to see you until you return - if you return, and of course keith doesn’t want to think like that, but he’s also a very realistic man, and he has to keep himself level with reality.

    he sits in your shared bedroom, raking hands through his hair. he doesn’t even look nice today, which he never notices, but it’s so glaringly obvious on this particular day that he can’t help but feel a tad bit self conscious. will his messed up hair adjust your response to what he has to tell you? will his tired expression make you realise that you deserve so much better than him? oh god, what if you take one look at his trembling hands, and his bitten lower lip, and the bags under his eyes, and you suddenly decide that the man you’ve been sleeping next to for the past six months is actually a revolting little-

    “keith? you in here?”

   his eyes snap up, panic flooding his system. he stands up, decides better of it, sits back down, tries to look as casual as possible with one knee draped over the other.

   you stroll into the bedroom, tugging your gloves off your fingers. “there you are. i was looking all over for you.”

    “well, here i am.” he winces. what a dumb thing to say. he never says things like that. now you’re going to know something is wrong. “what’s up?”

   you toss your gloves onto the pillow and flop down on the mattress, spreading your arms out like a child making a snow angel. your hair falls into your face, giving keith an excuse to reach forward and brush it back. you hum at the feel of his fingertips against your skin, just as you always do. at least that is enough to put him a little more at ease.

    “i was just wondering where you were,” you reply. “i finished my duties for the day and wanted to spend some time with you before i go.”

   keith raises a brow, trailing his fingers along your collarbone absentmindedly. “translation: you want me to help you pack.”

    you grin. “if you would. i kind of left it to the last minute.”

   keith chuckles, glancing over at the pile of unfolded clothes building up in the corner, all of which you once said you were taking on this mission. “i can see that.”

   “it’s not that bad,” you grumble, even as you refuse to look at the pile yourself. “a few hours, max.”

   “it’s gonna have to be only a few hours - we don’t have much longer than that till you leave.”

   just saying that makes keith’s heart clench, and that’s how he knows he’s in this for good. he really has managed to fall in love with someone, for gods sake. it was an accident, of course - he would never put himself through that kind of emotion willingly. 

    “don’t remind me,” you mumble. 

   keith raises a brow. “i thought you were all excited to be having a mission. you’ve been asking for weeks.”

   “i know.” you sigh, sitting up so your shoulder brushes against keith’s. “i know, and hunk and i are so prepared, and he’s so excited, but i don’t know. . . just the thought of leaving you makes me uneasy. it was different before we were - well, you know. intimate.”

   keith cheeks heat up. “yeah, i get it.”

   “like, i’m ninety percent sure i’m reliant on your good night kisses to chase the nightmares away now.”

    keith splutters. “really?”

   “mhm. and i’m gonna absolutely hate waking up in a space pod rather than in our bed. do you know how embarrassing it’s going to be when i roll over in the mornings and hug hunk because i think it’s you? i’m gonna be mortified.”

    “please don’t do that.”

   “i’ll try, but. . .” you shake your head, pushing your hands through your hair. keith never realised it before, but you do an awfully good job of hiding your nerves from everybody else - this entire day, you were walking around pretending like everything was perfectly fine, yet here you are, nearly in pieces as you rant to keith about how much you’re actually dreading this expedition.

    hesitantly, keith reaches over and pulls you into his side. “you’re going to be fine, y/n.”

    “maybe,” you mumble. “just tell me you’ll miss me.”

   keith freezes. “of course i’ll miss you. why would you ever think i wouldn’t?”

   you shrug, nuzzling your head in the crook of keith’s neck. “you never say cute stuff like that. i don’t mind, obviously, but it’s nice to have a reminder sometimes that you don’t think i’m the biggest bitch on two legs.”

   “y/n...” keith is shocked, completely unable to process what you have just said. he knows he’s cold, and he knows he can sometimes be a bit too much, but never once in your relationship have you ever made it seem like that side of keith bothered you. you put up with him better than anyone else in the world, and he’s always been grateful to you for that.

    he swallows thickly, turning his head to press a kiss to your forehead. this time is better than any other.

    “you know i love you, don’t you?”

   and they’re not the exact words he wanted to say. they’re not in the script. they’re not part of the plan, but they appear anyway, and they encompass it all. you don’t even look up, even though keith’s heart beat is surely deafening you with your head against his chest, and his grip must be leaving marks in your arms with how quickly it tightened in anticipation of your rejection.

headcanon time :wink wink:

Keith as a kindergarten teacher?? who’d have thought it, right?

but i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: Keith is just really good with kids

he thinks it’s a lot more fun to be around kids, with their wild imagination and cute little habits, than adults, who (in Keith’s opinion) only get more boring with age

so the kids love him. 

and you! 

cause sure Keith is good with kids, but you’re absolutely amazing with them

there is nothing you can’t get a child to do

they all adore you

the secret is that you listen to them when they need to be listened to and you don’t treat them like 4 month olds :)

so the kids love you, and the kids love Keith, and we all know where that’s headed

say there’s a new kid around. he’s around 6 years old, it’s his first day, he’s seen you and Keith work together throughout the entire day

and then his parents are coming to pick him up at the end of the day and he goes, “is Keith your boyfriend?”

and you kind of laugh awkwardly and say, “nah i wish”

after which you immediately want to throw yourself off a cliff because Keith was like right behind you and very probably heard everything

and the kid, being a kid, is like “oh ok” and leaves

and then you leave too and you get home and you find that you can’t really stop thinking about it

which is weird cause it isn’t even the first time this has happened either

like there have been kids (and parents!!) who would come up to you and ask if you and Keith were A Thing TM

and you’ve always kind of brushed it off and never thought much about it

and you don’t know why this time is different, but it is

to the point where you only fall asleep around 3 AM and get like 3 hours of sleep

and you get to work the next day and Keith notices you look like shit and he gets really concerned and that doesn’t help your feelings at all

he’s not giving you any indication that he heard what you said the previous day, but that doesn’t have to mean anything

like you’ve joked about it before when other people would ask not-so-subtly whether there was an existing,,,, relationship

and the day drags on and you’re running on coffee and adrenaline at this point. you try to join in on nap-time, but the chairs in the break room aren’t all that comfortable and you wake up not feeling much better

so the last kid goes home and you immediately plop down on the nearest chair and drop your head in your hands 

and Keith, being cute and concerned and confused kind of just pats your shoulder and says, “you’re okay,” and you kind of want to cry

as much as Keith is good with kids, handling adult emotions isn’t really his strong suit

he doesn’t know why you’re crying but he also doesn’t want to be a dick and leave you like this because you look like you’re having a meltdown

“i’m okay, i’m fine. i just need to sleep.”

“i’ll walk you home.”

“oh, you don’t have to--”

Keith takes one look at your shaking form. “yeah, i think i’ll walk you home.”

you don’t talk much on the way to your flat; you’re way too lost in thought

and you’re dragging your feet and almost stumble a few times, so at some point--and you wouldn’t even be able to tell when exactly--Keith laced an arm around your waist for balance and never really let go

so when you get to your flat, Keith’s arm is around your waist and your head is on his shoulder and he’s basically half-carrying, half-dragging you inside

and this is a friday night, so you don’t have to worry about waking up early the next morning

and you’re too tired to really do anything bar meekly following Keith around

he drops you into bed and tucks you in and you’re out like a light in like 4 seconds

he doesn’t really want to leave if you can’t lock the door from the inside, and he obviously can’t lock the door and then leave so he sleeps on the sofa

he leaves the next morning and goes home and leaves a little note saying Hope you feel better :) and it’s the cutest thing ever

and at this point you’re level-headed enough to recognise you’ve Caught The Feels

and you’re kind of wondering How To Go About it and stuff

but then at the end of the night he calls you and asks if you wanted to go out for a drink maybe?

and you say yes, obviously

you know the risks of dating a co-worker and it not working out, but you don’t really care a lot at the moment

Hey I know most people hate Sheith, but this art request doesn't have to be Sheith. It can just be comforting.

Lance is healing, but when is a good time to talk about what's going on in his head?

----- “Hey.”

Usually, Lance might have been freaked out by the sudden voice, and yet knowing it was Keith’s, he’d managed to keep his cool. Looking over his shoulder, he grinned at him.

So, here you go, I hope you like it. And listen to me, talking from experience, just let it go. That kind of people do not deserve a second of your thoughts, you’re better without him. You’re perfect, and if he couldn’t see it, then that was the biggest mistake of his life. 

Keep fighting babe, lots of love <3

A spine chilling scream echoed on the apartment Keith shared with his best friend, followed by the thunderous sound of a door being violently shut.Scared and recognising the voice of his roommate, the boy jumped out of his bed, where he was watching a show he wasn’t really paying attention to, and run quickly to see what was happening. 

As he crossed the entrance hall door, something crashed really close to his head, making Keith whimper and cringe, as he felt some smithereens in his face.

“What the hell?” He shouted, as his eyes opened wide to see the mess on the floor: the vase that they used as decoration on their entrance table was shattered in a million pieces at his feet, and Y/N standing right in front of him, breathing heavily and with her make up running down her face, mixed with her tears, drawing a black trace down her cheeks.

“What happened?”

“Chase happened!!” She shouted, throwing her purse across the hall, aiming for the couch but not actually hitting Keith’s face for less than an inch.

“Okay, stop throwing things at me!!”

“Shut up, Keith!!

The girl walked past him to the living room, crashing on his shoulder and pushing him against the wall.

“Hey, I don’t know what happened, but I am not him, so stop trying to hurt me.”

Y/N turned around and Keith straightened his back against the wall, thinking that the girl would punch him in the throat for talking back to her, but instead of that, she just started crying and run to hide in his arms.

“I am so sorry, K” she said, hugging him tightly. He could feel her warm tears soaking his T-shirt. “You’re right, you have done nothing.”

“It’s okay, c'mon, let’s sit down and tell me what happened.”

As Keith suggested, both of them sat down in the couch, wrapped in their blanket. Y/N accommodated her head on Keith’s neck and the boy started playing with her hair as she explained him the situation.

“Chase cheated on me.”

Keith felt a wave of anger pooling inside his chest, but he took a deep breath and allowed Y/N to continue.

“He had been spending some time with that Hayley girl from his chemistry class. They had to do a project together but… I guess they did more than studying.”

Y/N bursted into tears again, hiding her face between Keith’s collarbones. Her bitter tears run down the boy’s chest.

“Son of a bitch.” Keith muttered.

“It’s okay” she sobbed, “I can’t make him stay with me if he has feelings for another girl…”

“That doesn’t entitle him to cheat!”

“Keith, relax…”

“No, no, I don’t want to. He is a coward, real men don’t do that.”

“I guess I’m just jinxed when it comes to relationships.”

Y/N whipped the tears of her face and covered herself a little better with the blanket. Then, silence fell over both of them, and the girl was able to hear Keith’s heart pumping in his chest, fast, strong, angry.

“Keith.” She softly called him as she placed one hand over his chest, “Don’t get angry, please. There’s no fixing it now.”

“I just want to punch him until he passes out.”

The girl laughed softly but then she remembered the knife collection that her roommate had. 

“Let it go, K. As you said, real men don’t do that kind of stuff. Don’t waste your time worrying about such individual.”

Keith growled under his breath. How could somebody do that to her? She was the most precious girl in the world… If he had the chance of making her happy, of being hee boyfriend… He’ll never do anything like that! How could he? Nobody could compare to her.

Keith had been feeling different about his best friend for a while now. At first he didn’t actually wanted to believe his heart. Y/N was a friend. Beautiful, yes, and smart, caring and she had the most beautiful smile in the world; but he couldn’t be falling for her. Right? But his answer came right through the door the first time Chase walked into their apartment. He remembered how his gut twitched with jealousy and how he just wanted to exchange positions with that guy.

Now, he regretted those thoughts. 

He didn’t want to be Chase. He wanted to be himself, to offer Y/N the feeling of a real relationship, to make her feel as unique as she was, as loved as she deserved to be.

“Keith?” she called him.

“Yes?”

“You’re so quiet. Are you planning a murder?”

Keith’s soft laugh made Y/N skin bristle for some reason she didn’t come to understand in the moment.

“Maybe.”

“Okay, but clean the knives afterwards. I don’t want blood all over the carpet.”

And both teens laughed, unaware that heartbreaking event would lead to the most loving relationship everybody dreamed with.

Lance was sleeping. Key word. Was. He was having a great dream too. He was home. On earth. Eating cuban food with his mama and his family.. but all good things must end. Lance was awoken by someone shaking him, whispering his name excitedly.

"W-What?" He took off his head phones, followed by his mask. "Uh..."

Two males stood in front of him. One had royal blue hair while the other had red hair.

"Lance! Hi! It's us, blue and red?"

"What."

"The lions." Red deadpanned.

"whAt."

"Y'know the big robotic cats you fly in space? It's human us!" Blue jumped.

"I am..confused? How is that even possible?"

"Can-Can I sit?" Blue asked with a smile. Lance nodded. Blue sat and started to speak. "Okay, so when A paladins and A lions bond grows strong enough, I mean like really really strong. Like reallly strong- super strong-"

"He gets it!" Red snarled.

"Okay okay, anyway, a human version of the lion forms. Aka us!"

"So...shouldn't red be with keith? I mean I know i piolot him but i didnt think our bond was that strong-"

"No dumbass. I'm with you. So is blue. We're offically yours."

"Oh. Oh. Um. I don't know how to respond to this. At all. I'm gonna get Allura. You two follow me."

"NoooooooooooooO" Blue whined, flopping ontop of the cuban boy.

"Why?"

"I waanna cuddle. Or sleep. I'm tired."

"Blue you can't just ask him for that!"

"Whyyyyyy."

"I-I guess it can wait till morning..." Lance muttered, a blush covering his cheeks.