#hunk was 100% staring at his ceiling one night like

[tmntplusadhdcauseschaos]

How did nobody's secrets come put sooner in this show 😭😭

Hunk: *pulls out a picture of this guy clearly older than Pidge* yooo look at Pidge and his girlfriend lolll

Keith: I know voltrons here somewhere.... I can feel it.... the energy....

Everyone else: ye that makes sense

[pop-culturereference]

Like We Were Before

a fic for Dickbabs week 2020 day 1: history

Summary: Babs and Dick, what things were like before, what they’re like now, and how they’ll be in the future. Because Rebirth is frustrating and I’m never sure what the characters do and don’t remember.

The night was settled and smooth, with streetlamp light seeping through the blinds of her apartment. Babs and Dick had dragged themselves in after a night of high-energy crime fighting and immediately shaken off the Nightwing and Batgirl getup to run it through the washer. Babs had been waiting up to switch it to the dryer, and now that that was done, she could go to bed. Dick was haphazardly sprawled on her bed like a pair of discarded socks. She pressed her lips together against a smile. Even while he was drooling on her pillow, he was so completely him that she couldn’t help but find him adorable.

Babs lightly shifted him over to his side to make space for herself on the bed. She didn’t have a couch in her new apartment yet, so if she wanted to sleep at all, she’d have to share the bed with Dick, she told herself. But, the soft stillness of the night made her honest enough to admit to herself that she didn’t mind. It was nice. 

“Babs?” Dick asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“I can sleep on the floor if you want.”

“No, I don’t mind.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Seriously, don’t worry about it. I only shoved you over because you were taking up a little too much space. You’re like…an invasive plant species, taking over my bed like-“

“Hey!” Dick was more awake now.

“No, no, hear me out,” Babs cut in before he could object. “Like, you just sprawl everywhere, but it’s not bad. You’d be a GOOD invasive plant. Like morning glories, or ivy.”

“Ugh. Not ivy, ever,” Dick muttered into the pillow.

“Gotcha, morning glory.” Babs tugged the blanket up and rested her arms above her head. She relaxed into the mattress and breathed deeply. 

It was a good night. There was a reaching peace inside her, the kind that usually came after a light workout that relieved aches and worries, and before a day with no obligations. She stared up at the ceiling and played with that thought. That was becoming more common, as of late. She couldn’t remember a time in her life when she’d been so consistently happy. 

She had recently climbed out of a rough patch. Her mind had been a jumble of conflicting memories. Or, rather, it still was, but now she was starting to make sense of them. Before, it had felt like two different versions of Barbara Gordon were trying to reconcile with one another. She’d been in constant turmoil. She didn’t know which memories to believe and to act on. Which Barbara remembered Lady Blackhawk? Was Cassandra Cain ever Batgirl? Was Babs being selfish by keeping that from her now?  Which of Tim’s personalities was the real one?

Eventually, she had put it together, piece by piece. It was like everything happened in a timeline. First, she had been permanently in a wheelchair. Then, all of a sudden, she was walking and running and Batgirl-ing again, with no explanation. It had made no sense, but at least it fit together nicely.

Babs tried to return to the contentment she had been feeling. With a sigh, she rolled to her side, leaving her facing Dick’s back. Did he ever think about things like this? Most people didn’t realize anything was different in their memories, but she’d learned that most heroes had the same issues she did. Dick probably had an even more jumbled mess than she did. His hair poked out funny over the bullet scar, and she itched to run her thumb over it. After a few more seconds of the itch, she slowly reached out and tenderly smoothed his hair.

She felt a tingling current. She used to do this, before, but it had been so long since she and Dick had been so close. Back then, 

he hadn’t had a bullet scar, and she’d been a little bit more in love with the world. Did Dick remember that? 

Her breath caught when she remembered that he was right next to her and she could ask him if she really wanted to. 

“Hey…Dick?”

“Mm hmm?

“What do you… remember?”

Well, that was vague.

“In the sense that…do you feel like you’ve lived two lives? Are your memories all…split?”

Dick rolled over to face her and blinked at her. “Hmm. Yeah. I’m not a huge fan.” He curled in to bring the blanket up to his chin and his head lower on the pillow so their faces were level. It made Babs feel like they were kids again, curled up and close. Dick sighed. “It’s been awhile since my brain made any sense at all,” he said with a rueful laugh. And sometimes, all I can remember is the bad stuff, like, the crime syndicate.”

Babs took a sharp breath as a memory suddenly flashed through her: Dick, chained up and tortured, secret identity revealed. 

Apparently Dick was more used to that memory than she was, because he kept talking, his words picking up momentum.

“What’s crazy is that I actually remember more since I got a bullet to the head. When…I remembered…I had all these memories, and I didn’t realize I didn’t have them before until a few days later. It was- I- I was thinking about you, actually, and I remembered something that I knew I didn’t even know before.” Dick squinted.  It was something they both did when they were thinking hard- as if squinting pointed their eyes at their thoughts. 

Dick used to visit her from Blüdhaven—that was from Memory Timeline #1. He’d swing into the clocktower window. She’d usually be doing Oracle work, and he’d bring her something- usually coffee or pastries- along with a hacking request. He’d start working on one of his own cases, but they’d ask each other for help and  usually both end up working on the same one. She would realize she was squinting, then look over at Dick and he’d be doing the same thing. “You’re doing the squinting thing,” she’d say with a grin, and he’d say, “Don’t act like you weren’t doing the squinting thing just a minute ago, oh high and mighty Oracle.”

She laughed and told Dick, “Hey, Boy Wonder, you’re doing the squinting thing.”

He broke his squint with a laugh. “What ever happened to ‘Hunk Wonder?’ Have I been downgraded?”

Her heart skipped a beat. He remembered, then. 

“We-“

“Some-“

They started speaking at the same time.

“You first,” Babs said.

Dick sighed. “Sometimes I wish I could go back.” She expected him to wistfully stare off into the distance as he elaborated, but instead he looked straight into her eyes and held her gaze, waiting for her to say something.

“Things were better,” she solemnly agreed.

“You were in a wheelchair!” Instead of sounding puzzled by her agreement, Dick sounded sounded teasing.

Babs took this as a good sign, and, without letting herself think her way out of it, quickly worked around the knot in her throat to say softly, “We were engaged.” 

Dick nodded, not breaking her gaze. “That’s why I wish I could go back.” Before Babs could say anything, his next words tumbled out in a rush. “When I remembered, I was still with Bea. I did love her, and she’ll always be special to me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Babs. I remembered how we were before, and I compared it to how I was at the time. I was slowly, slowly getting back to how I was before the brain injury, but I realized I didn’t like who I was even before I got shot. I was a flake. I got too absorbed in myself to care about what was going on around me. I made stupid decisions and then refused to admit any responsibility or fault.”

Babs laughed. “Well, look at you, a new man already, taking responsibility and admitting fault at the same time.”

“I was dealing with a lot. I’m not trying to make excuses, but I had a lot on my plate. I was tortured to death, brought back to life, Bruce convinced me to fake my death, Damian was dead, then he wasn’t, everyone hated me for pretending to be dead, and then when I finally started to get things figured out, boom. Bullet to the brain.”

Babs opened her mouth, but Dick cut her off before she could say anything.

“I don’t like talking about it, and that’s all I’m going to say. Moving on. Anyway, I realized that I was not happy like that. I didn’t feel like myself. And I realized… I feel the most like myself when I’m with you.” He kept his gaze on hers expectantly.

“Dick- I-“ she started, but she couldn’t choose what to say. After a breath, she tried again. “This isn’t going to be nearly as sweet and sappy as what you just said, but thank you, everything you said means a lot. Wow. I-” She had to take a break to get her voice under control and to quickly blink her teary eyes. She was smiling now. She kept trying to bring her lips together to push it away, but it was hopeless.

“When I’m with you, I feel content. Like, right now, I’m thinking, how long has it been since I felt so at peace, and so happy with my life? And I realized, oh, it’s actually been this way a lot recently. The last time I felt this was actually last week, when we were tracking Mudman through the sewers together and you kept squealing whenever you saw a rat. Even the most disgusting thing is good if you’re there.” 

Babs didn’t feel dumb about smiling anymore, because Dick had an equally corny grin on his face. He shifted closer and put his head on Babs’s pillow. “I love you,” he whispered. 

Babs tangled her legs with his and brought up an arm to twist his hair with her fingers. “Let’s get engaged. Again,” she said.

“Barbara Gordon, did you just propose to me? In your pajamas?”

“So what if I did, Hunk Wonder?” 

“Well,” he said with a sly grin and scooted closer to her under the covers. “I’m not complaining, if it gets me promoted to Hunk Wonder. I’ll be the perfect trophy husband. When you get elected president, everyone will say I’m the handsomest first man the nation has ever seen.”

“Is that a yes? We’re not even dating,” she pointed out. 

Dick got serious again as he said, “Babs, I don’t need to date you again to know that I’m 100% certain. You’re my best friend, isn’t that what everyone says? You should marry your best friend? Plus, it helps that every time I see you, I want to sweep you off your feet like in some sappy romance movie and kiss you.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Do it then, you coward.”

Later, as Dick’s heartbeat and his arms around her lulled her to sleep, Babs let go of her longing for the past and was carried off by dreams of the future.

[sparklebitch]

100 Reason’s It’ll All Be Okay (Langst)

Summary:  Keith learns that Lance is having a hard time, so he promises to tell Lance that he loves him and that he's valued every day.

Length: 3.5k

A/N:  P.s. there's a Mulan reference in here comment if you know it lol.

Trigger warnings are posted in the tags below. I you’re trigger by things easily I strongly recommend you read them.

The minute that Lance asked everyone to stay after everyone finished eating Keith got a sick feeling in his stomach. He'd noticed something different about Lance recently, but he assumed that if something was wrong he would've brought it up, so he kept his observations to himself. Now Lance was standing in front of them all, telling them that something was wrong.

He was depressed.

He explained that he had been depressed before, and that he had always had to deal with major insecurities, but he had not had not noticed it again until recently. Lance was wringing his hands nervously the entire time he spoke.

"So, uh, any questions?" Lance said after he had finished.

"Do you need us to do anything?" Shiro asked gently. Lance bit his lip and stared at the ceiling.

"Uh, just... be understanding, I guess" he said slowly. "Sometimes it's hard for me to get motivation to do things, even basic things. And maybe make sure that I'm trying. Like that I'm still eating and training and everything. If- it's not too much to ask" he added. Keith rested his elbows on the table as he watched Lance.

"Of course, Lance. We'll do anything to help you" Allura nodded at Shiro's words.

"And if things feel like they're getting too much, just let me know. I understand how important rest is in situations like these" Lance's lips wobbled as he smiled.

"Thank you" he said hoarsely. "Seriously, thank you" She smiled at him. Pidge asked Lance a few questions about the types of things that would help him when he was feeling particularly bad. "Sleep, honestly" Lance had replied. Hunk told him that he'd be down for sleepovers whenever Lance was feeling sad at night. By the end, Lance looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Lance tapped his knuckles on the table when they were finished asking questions and nodded. "That's all" he said. "Thank you all for listening" everyone made their way out of the room, hugging Lance and telling them that they loved him and that they were going to help him get through this. Shiro hung back for a minute, placing a hand on Lance's shoulder and telling him that he could talk to him at any time.

"I've been through this before. I know how easy it can be to isolate yourself and think that you can handle everything alone. I promise that talking will help" he squeezed Lance's shoulder. "You're not alone in this bud" Lance thanked him, and promised that he would talk to Shiro if he needed to. Finally, everyone had left except for Keith, who was still sitting at the table.

"Are you okay?" Keith asked Lance. Lance jumped and turned to Keith, like he forgot he was there.

"Uh, yeah. I think so" Lance sat on the edge of the table next to Keith. "Did that go okay?" he asked. "I was really nervous I felt like I was rambling. I feel like I talked too much and- maybe I didn't need to tell everyone like that. Was it stupid? Yeah, this was stupid"

"Lance--" Keith tried to answer his question.

"I felt like I needed to tell everyone so that they wouldn't just assume I was lazy or something" he continued. "What do you think? Did I do okay?" Keith lifted his eyebrows, waiting to see if he was actually done.

"Yeah, of course it did" Lance exhaled in relief and lowered his head.

"Thanks. Sorry. Sometimes I just doubt myself. I'm trying to work on it" Keith was a little surprised. He and Lance were never the type of friends to have heart to heart conversations. They were more the friends that just trained together and got on each others nerves. He liked their friendship the way it was, but this was kind of nice too, Lance confiding in him.

"You did a good job explaining it. And I think it was a good idea that you told everyone. That was really brave of you, I'm proud" Lance crossed his arms and smiled faintly at the floor.

"Thank you, Keith" he said quietly.

"No problem" Keith said passively as he started to get up. Lance stood up as well and put his hand on Keith's arm. He looked into Keith's eyes.

"I'm serious, Keith" he said. "Thank you. There's this voice in my head that is constantly beating me down, telling me that I'm worthless, and that I don't have a purpose on this team. That if I wasn't here, no one would notice, or that they would be better off. But when you say things like that it makes me feel a little better" Keith's eyes widened slightly. He had no idea that Lance had felt this way. He had never given any indication of this. He's always been the happy-go-lucky fun loving guy.

Keith made a vow that night to compliment Lance at least once a day so that he would realize that he was a valued member of Voltron, and that they wouldn't be the same without him.

The first day was the hardest. They had just got done training, and Keith had waited until it was just the two of them in the room. Lance was wiping his face with a towel when Keith walked up. His heart was hammering in his chest, and his face was red, whether it was from embarrassment or working out he wasn't sure. Lance glanced up at him curiously when saw Keith's feet in front of him.

"Need something?" he asked. Keith clenched his fists at his sides.

"Um... You- you fight good" he said. Lance laughed.

"Yeah, okay" he said. His laughter faded when he realized that Keith was serious. "Oh! Thank you...?" Keith nodded and walked away, leaving Lance with a confused look on his face.

~   ~  

The second day was just as bad. He hadn't had a moment alone with Lance all day, and he was too embarrassed to say anything in front of the others in fear that they would make fun of him. So, he corner Lance as he was heading to bed.

"Hey, Lance, wait up!" Keith jogged to catch up with him. Lance yawned tiredly and leaned against the wall.

"What's up?" he asked. Keith cleared his throat. He'd been thinking all day about what he was going to say.

"I really appreciated you waiting for me so we could train together" he said. "It was really thoughtful of you, thank you" Lance furrowed his eyebrows and smiled.

"Of course, no problem. We always train together" he said. Keith shrugged.

"I know, but we don't have to train together. There's literally no reason why you should have to wait for me to start training, but you do. You're a really thoughtful guy, Lance. Even if you don't want to admit it" he patted Lance on the shoulder. "You're a really great friend, thank you" Lance had a smile on his face the rest of the night.

~   ~  

It wasn't until a week later that Lance realized what Keith was doing. Keith was taking time out of his day to say something nice and encouraging to Lance. Every day. Keith knew that Lance had caught on, but neither of them mentioned it. Lance began making excuses to be alone with Keith when he was feeling bad, knowing that Keith would have something to say to that would make him feel better.

This continued every day for about three weeks, everyday Keith would find Lance alone and say something meaningful to him. But then one day, Keith didn't see Lance. He wasn't at breakfast, and he never showed up to train. Later that afternoon Keith began searching the castle for him. He found Hunk and Pidge in their usual room, using the computers to research information on the Galra.

"Hey, have you seen Lance?" he asked. Hunk looked up at Keith. He looked exhausted.

"He didn't sleep last night" he said, setting down the device he was messing with. "He didn't have a good day"

"Is he okay?" Keith's voice raised in concern. "Have you checked on him? Has he had anything to eat?" he was already backing toward the door, ready to head to Lance's room.

"Relax, Keith" Hunk said. Keith paused. "He's okay. He just needs some time alone. I made sure he had food. He's just trying to rest right now" Keith lowered his head.

"Oh," he said quietly. "Okay" he was more than a little disappointed that he wasn't going to get to see Lance today, but he understood that Lance needed time.

He just wished that he had gotten to say his daily encouragement.

"Hey, Keith" Hunk said before Keith could turn around and leave. Hunk walked over to him and leaned in so that Pidge couldn't hear. "I don't know what you've been talking to Lance about, but whatever it is, keep it up" he said. "He really appreciates it. He said that you've been helping him a lot lately"

"It's no big deal" Keith said truthfully. It really wasn't. All he was doing was telling Lance something nice at least once a day. It barely took any effort.

"But it is a big deal" Hunk insisted. "He said that some days talking to you is the only thing that makes him think that things are going to be okay. Even I can't make him think that sometimes" How was what he was doing affecting Lance that much? And if what he said really helped, should he skip a day just because Lance was feeling down? Isn't that when he needed to hear these things the most?

"Thanks" he said. He was thinking now. He had an idea. "Hey, do you have any paper?"

Lance was pacing back and forth in his room. He had been for hours. He'd barely slept that day, but he couldn't get his brain to shut off. He couldn't help but feel that all this was pointless. He was starting to think that maybe he really didn't need him around. I mean, he'd been in his room all day and the only person who had checked on him was Hunk, and that was only to make sure that he had eaten.

He sat on the edge of his bed and pressed the heel of his hands to his temples. He groaned softly, trying to make the thoughts go away. He knew they weren't true, but they were still there. Always in his mind. He wished that he wasn't like this, that his brain wasn't messed up. But it was.

He was so lost in thought that it barely registered in his mind when a folded piece of paper slid underneath his door. He raised his head and heard quiet footsteps walking down the hall. He frowned and retrieved the paper from the floor. He laid back on his bed and unfolded it, one arm underneath his head.

The note was written in what looked like a cross between a crayon and a permanent market. There were several parts that were crossed out, but the rest of it read:

Hey Lance,

I haven't seen you all day and I know that you need some time alone, but I had to tell you your Daily Keith Encouragement.There's no point and acting like this isn't a thing anymore, because you obviously know that it is, so...

I just wanted you to know that you are one of the strongest people I know. Seriously. I can't think of a single person that could handle the pressure of being out here in space defending the universe and deal with depression on top of that!? (aside from Shiro but the mans part robot honestly I don't think there's many things he can't do) You deserve a goddamn medal.

No, actually you deserve more than that. You deserve the freaking moon.

You literally keep this team together. Everyone knows that you're the one to go to when we need cheering up, because that's what you're best at. Happiness is something that is kind of hard to come by out here. We're all surrounded by darkness and we feel isolated and scared, but light and warmth radiates from you.

You're the heart and soul of our team. I don't know what we would do without you. I don't know what I would do without you.

I hope tomorrow is a better day.

Love,

From, Keef

Lance felt tears fill his eyes as he reread the letter. Keith cared so much for him that he wrote an entire letter for him because he knew that he was having a bad day. How did Lance get so lucky to have someone like Keith in his life?

He pinned the letter up on the wall next to his bed, so that when his brain got bad and he couldn't sleep, he would read the letter and be reminded that there were people here who cared for him.

~   ~

Keith saw Lance first thing the next morning . He was sitting on the floor outside Keith's door. "Hey," Keith said, lighting up. "How are you? I didn't get to talk to you yesterday. Are you doing okay--" Lance grabbed Keith's shoulders and pulled him into a hug. "--and I... oh... oh we're hugging now"

"Thank you" Lance said, holding back tears. "For everything. I don't know what I would do without you" Keith didn't like hugging people, but he knew that Lance needed this, so he put his arms around his waist.

"I- I didn't really do anything" Keith said uncomfortably. "I wanted to let you know that you've been doing a really great job lately, and I'm proud of you" Lance was silent for a moment and then he burst into tears. Keith pulled back so he could see Lance's face. "O- oh god. Lance!?" he said in concern. "Lance, what's happening? Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" Lance tightened his grip on Keith and buried his face in his shoulder.

"You never say anything wrong" his voice was muffled by Keith's jacket. They stayed like that, Keith holding Lance until Lance finally let go, rubbing his eyes. "You're a really great friend" he said. "Love you... Keef" he said with a mischievous grin. Keith rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Don't make me regret telling you that" he said. He had accidentally told Lance one day that his father used to call him Keef when he was a baby. Lance almost died of happiness when he found out. Keith included it in his letter because he knew that Lance would like it.

"Who, me?" Lance said innocently as they walked side by side down the hall. "I would never"

~   ~

The others caught on to what was happening one day about two months into this. The two of them had been hanging out more and more, lately  

Keith had just gotten done eating and stood to leave.

"You heading to bed?" Lance asked. He was still picking at his food.

"Yeah, it's been a long day" Keith answered. He realized that he hadn't give Lance his Daily Keith Encouragement yet. "Oh, I value you as an equal member of Voltron, and I love you" he said, almost absentmindedly.

"Love you too" Lance said without looking up. Keith turned to leave and then noticed that everyone was looking at him. His face turned red as he realized what he had said.

"Uh... I can explain, I swear" he said, frozen in his spot. Pidge had stopped with her spoon halfway to her mouth to stare at Keith. Her eyes looked huge through her glasses. "I, um, w- well there's this thing that- and we- I just- I didn't--" Lance cut him off, saving him from further embarrassment.

"Keith's been saying at least one nice and encouraging thing to me every day" he explained. "It's really been helping me" they stared at Lance intently for a moment and then shrugged, going back to what they were doing. Keith felt like the whole moment was oddly anticlimactic.

"Hmm" Keith hummed. "Somehow I thought they were going to make a bigger deal out of this" he said. "Like, I at least thought Pidge was going to make fun of me or something"

"Oh, believe me. I have thoughts about this" she spoke up. "But it's helping Lance, so I'm keeping it to myself" Lance smiled up at Keith.

"Huh" Keith said in surprise. Now he wouldn't have to find time alone with Lance to tell him how much he meant to him.

~   ~

On day ninety-five they were on a mission. It was supposed to be a simple in and out rescue mission, but of course things never went their way. The Galran soldiers came out of nowhere, shooting from every direction. The paladins had to take cover behind a building and began picking the soldiers off one by one.

Keith and Shiro charged around the building and fought in hand to hand combat. The fight lasted a few minutes, and there had been several close calls, but the paladins won in the end. As the last Galran soldier fell Keith turned and ran back to check on the others, who were still behind the building.

"Are you guys alright?" he asked. There was a chorus of "Yes'." Lance lowered his bayard and hopped off the box that he had been standing on.

"Was that all of them?" he asked. Keith grinned.

"Hell yeah. Dude you were awesome!" he said. Lance had taken out at least half of the soldiers himself.

"Really?" Lance smiled.

"Yeah! We don't call you our sharpshooter for nothing" he praised Lance. Lance shuffled his feet.

"You really call me that?" he asked sheepishly.

"Of course!" Lance punched Keith on the shoulder gently.

"Thanks... Keef" he added playfully. Keith glared at him.

~   ~

Things had been going well. It had officially been one hundred days since Lance had told the group about his depression, and Keith started what Lance so affectionately called his Daily Keith Encouragements. While Lance certainly had his bad days, it was nothing he couldn't handle. He talked with Shiro, had sleepovers with Hunk and Pidge, and came to Keith for encouragement. Everything seemed to be okay alright.

When Keith woke up the morning of the one hundredth day he saw a note lying on his floor right inside the door. A smile crept across his face. He already knew who it was from. He picked up the letter and read it as he walked toward the kitchen. It wasn't a long letter, so it didn't take him long to read it. His steps slowed as he read each word, until he stopped walking completely, gripping the paper with both hands and reading it more carefully.

Dear Keef,

First of all, I just want you to know how much a appreciate you and that I love you so much more than you could ever realize. I need you to understand that before you read the rest of this.

Keith frowned as he read that line. What did it mean? He shook his head and continued reading.

The other day you asked me how I had been doing lately, and I said that I was doing better. I lied to you. I didn't mean to lie, but I didn't want you to know how bad things really were. Things have been getting worse over the last month or so, but I was trying to keep it together for you. Your words really helped me, even if I didn't say that enough.

I'm sorry I lied to you about how bad everything was. I really thought I could handle all this on my own. I appreciate you and everything you tried to do for me. I never would have made it this far without you. I am truly sorry. I know how disappointed you must be in me, and that fact alone is almost enough to make me reconsider, but it's just not enough anymore.

I'm so sorry.

Love, your sharpshooter.

Keith finished reading the letter, feeling confused. He squinted his eyes and scanned the letter again. It hadn't been what he was expecting. Why was Lance apologizing? Why would Keith be disappointed in him? What had Lance done...?

Keith's heart stopped in his chest as realization dawned on him.

This was a goodbye letter.

This was a suicide note.

Keith dropped the note and turned on his heel, sprinting towards Lance's room. He knew the route by heart. His legs were almost taking him there on autopilot, he had been there so many times. The closer he got to Lance's room, the louder his heartbeat was in his ears. He couldn't hear anything else. He turned the corner and nearly tripped over something.

It was Hunk.

He was sitting there staring vacantly at the wall across from him. Pidge was sitting by his side sobbing silently. Keith's whole body went numb.

No.

He refused to believe it.

He continued to head towards Lance's room, walking now instead of running. His sense of urgency was gone. Now he was just afraid of what he was going to find. He saw a figure standing in Lance's doorway. His heart jumped into his throat until he realized that it was Coran.

Dread washed over him.

No.

He didn't believe it.

He shook his head. "No," he mumbled. "No, no, no, no, no" he strode to the door and tried to move past Coran, who spun around and put both hands on Keith's shoulders. Keith tried to crane his neck around him to see inside. "No! Let me in!" he screamed, fighting against his grip. "Lance!" he called. "Lance!? Let me in!" he pound his fists against Coran's shoulders. "You have to let me in!" his face broke. "Lance!"

"Keith. Keith, please" Coran said in a broken voice. "Please don't do this" he pleaded. Keith ignored him. He twisted in Coran's arms and broke away from him, darting into Lance's room. His bed was empty. He turned to look at the bathroom that was connected to his room and saw a stream of blood had dripped across the floor. He felt his stomach lurch, but he couldn't move. Shiro's face appeared in front of his. He was talking to Keith, but he couldn't hear him.

He was being led outside the room. He didn't have any energy to fight it. Shiro sat Keith down in the hallway next to Pidge and Hunk, and made Keith hold his head between his knees and breathe. Keith's brain had stalled out.

This wasn't real. It couldn't be real.

Why had Lance done this?

He never would've imagined that this was going to happen. He could've done so much more than say nice things to him once a day if he had know.

He thought that Lance was okay.

He said he was okay.

[oreliforshort]

100 Reasons Why - Chapter 6

Song for this chapter : Ursine Vulpine

6

I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out.

“What was that Lance?!”  Shiro shouts as the simulation ends.  Allura stands to the side, arms crossed over her chest.

“I thought I was in the right-”

“No, Lance.”  Allura cuts him off.  “If you spent half as much time practicing as you do mindlessly flirting with every creature you see, you would be far more in sync with the rest of the team.”

“But the whole point of this-”  Lance starts again.  He knows he followed protocol.  He did exactly what he was suppose to!  Why is he the one getting yelled at?

“It was a team exercise, Lance.”  Shiro tries to explain coolly.  “If it hadn’t been for Keith keeping his eyes open, Hunk would have bit it because of you.  You’re only lucky this was training.”

“Uh, guys, I don’t think-”  Hunk starts but is cut off by a ticked off Lance.

“Well, what?  Are you expecting me to be psychic or something now too?!”  He looks back and forth between Allura and Shiro with his arms held wide.  Lance knew the others usually worked a bit better together, but this was ridiculous.  It wasn’t his fault he didn’t know Hunk had gone off track.

“No, we expect you to pay attention to your partner in battle!”  Allura starts with one hand pointed toward him.  “Pidge was hidden and doing her job perfectly.  Hunk was your partner, you needed to defend him.  It should not be Keith’s responsibility to keep an eye open for you as well.  You need to carry your own weight.”  She doesn’t give Lance the opportunity to backlash before saying.  “Well, with that, training is complete for the day.”  Then storms off, obviously upset the paladins still weren’t working well enough together.

Lance bites his tongue and turns to head back to his room.  He wouldn’t show how angry he was.  It wasn’t anyone else’s fault but his own.  If Keith could do it, he should be able to as well, right?  Swallowing hard, Lance feels himself welling with tears.  The emotion was something between rage and disappointment and Lance wasn’t really sure how to deal with it.

Back in the training room, Hunk clears his throat.  “Uh, you guys know that was totally my fault, right?”  He laughs nervously.  “Like, I totally tripped and was trying to get back on track.”

“Shouldn’t Lance have been keeping his eyes open for you?”

“Well, that’s the thing, he had been.  I just messed up, you know, I was nervous and I think I was a bit hungry.”  Hunk admits bashfully.

Keith had remained quiet through most of this.  He is reminded, rather distinctly, of he and Lance’s earlier conversation.  Family always fights.  But, he remembered also the strangeness that followed after making statements about family.  Lance had hardly included himself in that.  Why?

Deciding it best to not get involved in the “who was right and who was wrong” debate, Keith walks down the hall to Lance’s room.  He knocks twice and waits for a while.  Lance doesn’t respond.  Keith knocks again before realizing the door wasn’t quite shut all the way.  It looked like Lance’s jacket had been plopped on the ground and managed to get trapped, leaving just enough space for the door to stay open.

Still a bit leery to enter Lance’s room without saying something, Keith clears his throat.  “Hey, uh, Lance?”

Lance is laying on the bed.  Headphones over his ears as he stares up at the ceiling. He isn’t crying, but he might as well be.  Both blue eyes are contrasted with swollen red veins and water dances at the edge of his eyelids.  At first, he doesn’t noticing Keith, but the instant he does, Lance jumps up and blinks hard before removing his headphones.

“What’s up, buddy?”  Lance says chipperly.  “Here to tell me how awesome you were today?”  He laughs a little.

“No.  I’m here because we’re family.”  Keith says awkwardly before taking a seat.  “Like you said, we all fight, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.”  Lance nods and tries to smile.  Keith had paid attention that night?  Heck, Lance hadn’t even convinced himself if it had been real.  “I just need to get better.”

“You’re fine, Lance.  Everyone is just stressed.”  He looks over to Lance and is suprised the typically boisterous teen is so quiet.

“Yeah.”  Lance agrees before sighing and looking over to Keith.  “I guess you’re right.”  He perks up again, replacing the tired look on his face with a brilliant smile.  Playfully smacking Keith’s shoulder, Lance laughs.  “Thanks, buddy.  I guess I really needed that.”

“Yeah.  Sure thing.”  Keith looks Lance over, trying to judge if his words had really made that much of an impact.  As far as he knew, this is how Lance always looked though.  Eyes big, toothy smile, confident.  So it must be right.  “Want me to hang out so you can vent?”

“Nah.  I was just gonna listen to some jams and take a nap.”  Lance shakes his head then pulls his headphones back up.  “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Journal

Date: June 10th probably.  If Earth months can apply out here.

Reason #6 - Music

[hirasenshi]

//okay so full thing under cut but I’ve had a messed up few days so don’t expect much in the way of activity for me until sometime during the week next week.

BASICALLY my ambien flat out stopped working. Even with ambien + Tylenol PM, I wasn’t sleeping at night? So went to the doc on Wednesday to get that shit fixed or try at least, and get other meds refilled.

I got put on lunesta. Wednesday night, tired as shit, I go to bed and take meds at 7pm.

At 730, I start having this weird icky breath which, okay, y’know, I was warned it would happen because I read the inserts and do google everything I’m put on because I’m that person. It was almost gag worthy, but I figured, y’know, if I can sleep then I can handle it.

Sometime after that I’m laying on my back, staring at the ceiling, and like, legit I thought I rolled off of the bed to get water (because I didn’t wanna bother hubby since he was on sleepy medicine too) and I just inchwormed my way from the bedroom, past the kids’ rooms, into the living room where I saw my sister and daughter chilling on the couch.

...I woke up still laying on my back in the bed at that point, because newsflash -- my sister doesn’t live with us anymore.

That was at 930pm Wednesday night.

After that, I just kept having very vivid dreams and would sleep maybe an hour or so before waking up again, and like they were entertaining ‘cause like, I somehow was in the UK, befriending the UK and Russian swim and basketball teams, and Mystique from the X-Men was on the Russian swim team and I was just ‘girl, do what you wanna do, fuck your mom’ and it was fun but really disorienting.

Then my alarm went off at 630 to take Sasha to wait for the bus.

I was so out of it, that I legit couldn’t move further than the living room. She had to walk to the bus by herself (which given there’s a stop right in front of the apartment complex, it’s not as dangerous as it sounds, but it’s still terrifying). Sitting at the computer, I kept nodding off, despite Josh running and screaming and being his usual 3 year old self.

It got cute at one point because I managed to tell him ‘mommy doesn’t feel good’ and bless his heart, he tried to take care of me, because he looked at me and pointed to my medicine bottles sitting on the desk, ‘cause all he knows is medicine makes people feel better.

But my texts to hubby that morning must have been alarming because he came home from work 2 hours early because I was just THAT OUT OF IT.

In the midst of this, I called my doc’s office and they called back to say ‘just keep trying the medicine, the side effects wear off’ but I was not fucking taking that again Thursday night because I wasn’t gonna make hubby come home early again because I couldn’t do jack shit.

So, we’re still on Thursday. Brain fog and sour mouth/throat/breath and general drowsiness and disorientation doesn’t fade until 8pm. By that time I’m already in bed, trying to sleep, but because my body is fucked up, I didn’t fall asleep until after 5am Friday morning.

630am Friday morning, I’m up taking Sasha to the bus, chilling and waiting for hubby to come home so I can curl up and attempt to take a nap/

My aunt invited herself over to get me to sign a thing. Right after he got home.

So me being me, because I haven’t talked to this aunt in years, I’m running all over the living room, making everything ‘aunt friendly’ which meant changing my background picture because ‘why would you have that gay shit on your computer’ and hiding certain books and just cleaning so we didn’t look like deadbeat parents.

Only for her to be unable to get up the stairs.

So then I have to go out to find a notary (which amusingly enough was just up to the apartment office, who knew?) then I get home and finally crawl in bed at about 130pm.

....

....

Sleep doesn’t come.

So I get up again. Try to do things just to pass the time (which ironically enough involved researching Samoa and American Samoa for RP things for Hunk). Make it to like, 7pm, and I bite the bullet.

I take the new pill.

730 rolls around, nothing new, still feeling tired but can’t get to sleep.

8 rolls around, the sour mouth/throat/breath thing starts, but not as intense as it was Wednesday night into Thursday.

830 rolls around and I’m still wide awake and having to pee every 30 minutes or so for some damn reason.

Thankfully after that, I fell asleep but man. I was still sleeping very small amounts of time before waking up, and so at like 8am this morning I give up, get up, get a bite to eat, decide to take a bath to help myself relax a bit ‘cause my back hurt.

Oops that was a bad idea, I nearly passed out in the bath.

so I get out of the bath, get dried off, tell hubby I’m going back to bed and promptly do so until about 1230 this afternoon.

I’m still somewhat brainfoggy and shit but, not as bad as I was thursday.

And everything tastes off a bit but...not as bad as on Thursday.

And I know a lot of shit about Samoa/American Samoa now.

But things are so far from 100% I would definitely be failing if life were graded.

[fictional-scenarios]

omg i love your blog! can you write a scenario where serial killer!kuroo kidnaps this girl and tries to kill her but ends up falling in love with her?? it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this!

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY

under the cut for length! mobile users if you wanna read hmu and ill send you an alternate link!

i love this request so damn much… i might even continue it if i get the motivation huehuehuehue -mod cassie

TW: KIDNAPPING

You should have known something was wrong the moment you walked out your front door. All your life you’d heard the stories, heard the tips. Don’t go out past midnight. Especially not alone. But, you were never one to exactly follow the rules. The night was cool, the stars were out, and your phone was at 100%. Just one quick trip around the block was enough to help tire you out, and what could go wrong? It was only 1 am, after all.

Even at 100%, your phone proved to be utterly useless when the screen was shattered by a heavy boot. You barely had time to register what was happening. One minute you were looking down at it, choosing a song to listen to, and the next two strong arms were wrapped around your waist and your phone was ripped from your hands then stomped on. After the shock was replaced by instinct, you fought as hard as you could. As one of those arms moved and your mouth was covered with a gloved hand, you kicked and writhed and ripped at the arms of your attacker. Your efforts were fruitless, however, and in an instant you were pulled into the darkness in what you guessed was an alleyway. 

Feeling the ground move beneath your feet against your will was horrifying. You were being moved at a rapid pace and you could barely even breathe, still trying to tear at your attacker’s skin but finding nothing but thick cloth. Panic made your heart thrash in your chest as you still tried to get away, but whoever had you was certainly strong. Seconds later, still kicking and squirming, you were pulled into a what looked to be a desolate backyard. You were thrown to the ground hard, and it knocked the wind out of you just long enough for your attacker to rip open a pair of double doors settled in the ground. For just a moment you could roll onto your stomach and you almost kicked off the ground into a sprint, but they grabbed your ankle and you let out a deafening shriek. No one came to your aid. the building directly at the end of the backyard didn’t even stir, not one light turning on at your cry for help. 

Once again the ground moved beneath your body and you were hauled from grass, over a hunk of what felt like metal, and then you met air. You were falling, trying to grab anything on your way down, but you soon hit hard cement. In your haze, looking up, you could see the figure standing above the top of the doors before they slammed shut, and your eyes became too heavy to keep open.

Waking up with what felt like the world’s worst hangover was not a pleasant experience, and if not for the fact that you were already on the ground you’d have fallen over. Your head lolled against a hard wall, the rough material scraping at the back of your pounding head. Though your eyes were blurry, the ceiling light feeling like a knife to your eyes, you squinted through the pain and took in your surroundings. 

From what you could gather, you were in a basement. The walls were a simple grey-blue, the ground white and a dull hanging light bulb illuminating the room. A set of hardwood stairs were straight ahead, leading to what you guessed was the first floor of whatever house you were in. You made an attempt to move from your upright position, but quickly found you couldn’t move your hands. If not for the fact that you’d probably cracked your skull open from the fall, you would have panicked at realizing your hands were cuffed to something behind your back. Instead, you shut your eyes tight and tried to piece together the last memories you could before blacking out. 

Leaving your building. Listening to ‘The Wolf’ over and over again. Grabbed. Dragged away. Thrown. 

You opened your eyes, gasping.

Kidnapped. 

Finally your situation seemed to sink in, your headache only growing in size as you began to struggle against your binds. Your eyes filled with tears, body thrashing. You were going to die. 

Given your hands were stuck, you couldn’t wipe away the tears that slipped down your cheeks. They burned your skin as they moved down your face and dripped off your chin. Your head hung, shoulders shaking. Oh god, how had this happened?

Your attention was abruptly grabbed when the sound of a door being opened echoed among the walls. Head snapping up, the sound of footsteps coming down the heavy stairs sounded and you couldn’t help but press back against the wall, curling on yourself.

“So, how’s my favorite new friend doing?” You cringed at the impossibly cheery voice that could be heard as your kidnapper drew closer. You could see his boots, then his knees, his waist, shoulders, then finally his head ducked into view. “Your head was quite a mission to patch up but hey, that’s all the fun, isn’t it?”

He seemed to be a very young adult. Black hair, a mostly black outfit. His eyes were a shimmering gold even under the poor excuse of a light source. However, what made you shiver was his smile. It was sly, catlike, and menacing. He was staring at you like you were his next meal. 

As you tried to squirm away from him, turning your head to the side, he knelt in front of you and clicked his tongue before taking your chin between his thumb and finger and roughly forcing you to look at him. 

“I’m going to warn you,” He said, narrowing his eyes. They, too, were almost feline. “Don’t take me lightly. I can give you a whole lot of hurt.”

“Oh god.” You sobbed, fighting the urge to rip away from him. He just sighed and lowered his head. 

“You girls always take me the wrong way.” The man stood from you and rubbed his arm, walking to a counter on the far side of the room without a care in the world. “See, you always assume the absolute worst. I only hurt when I have to.”

“What do you want?” You croaked. He looked at you form the corners of his eyes.

“I’m not sure yet.” The man turned towards you, leaning off on one arm propped on the counter. “I’ll think of something fun for us.”

You hung your head again. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Didn’t I just say I only hurt when I have to?”

“Then what counts as when you ‘have’ to?”

He hummed, considered your question for a few moments. “Whatever I choose, I guess.” With your head hung you couldn’t see him look you up and down. “Like for instance, I could cut into you for not listening to me.”

A small cry left you, body shaking as you tried to hold yourself together even in this awful situation. His footsteps drew closer and like before, he was sitting just before you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, staring down at your lap and mentally kicking yourself for not being to stop yourself from crying and shaking. It was so embarrassing having him just sit there and watch you break down. 

Eventually he did stand up and thankfully walk away, only to stop a few feet in front of you. 

“I’ll be back soon with food. You should know it’s in your best interest to eat when served.” 

With that, he thudded up the stairs and the light went out, leaving you sore and crying in total darkness. 

You assumed it was morning by now, or at least the next day. Without a window, you couldn’t be too sure but when the door swung open and those footsteps came to stir you from your previous sleep, leaving you dreary when your attacker appeared from the shadows and clicked the light switch on. In his hands, he carried a tray with a plate, a bowl, and a cup of what looked like water.

As you stayed silent he set the tray on the counter and looked over it contents before turning his head to you. “Good, you’re awake.” He smiled at you and grabbed the tray handles, then brought it to you and set it on your legs. “Eat.”

You stared at him like he had two heads. Though speaking was the last thing on your mind, there was no way you would be able to eat without using your hands. So, you shook them and rattled the metal. Thankfully your attacker caught on and raised his brows, laughing at his own stupidity.

“How forgetful of me,” he chuckled, running a gloved hand through his messy black hair. “I forgot about your cuffs. Well, no matter, I’ll just feed you myself.”

“No,” You said on impulse, looking up at him. You did not want his hands anywhere near you, even if it meant getting food. He squinted.

“No?”

You swallowed thickly and exhaled sharply, backing down. “I-I mean… Please, just… Let me save you the trouble and f-feed myself. I won’t do anything.”

The man laughed again and sighed, looking at you with that dangerous expression again. “What’s your name?”

“___.”

“Well, ___, it’s no trouble for me.” He said, grinning. Your defeated breath was signal enough for him to start picking at the food in front of you, which consisted of two small halves of what looked to be a turkey sandwich, a small bowl of soup, and a glass of water. He picked up one half of the sandwich and held it to your lips, and, after a moment of hesitation you did lean forward and take a bite. 

“That’s a good girl,” He sang and it made your stomach drop. Still though, you swallowed and took another bite of the food he had prepared for you. It would be a long meal.

The bowl clattered against the tray as it was set back down, your attacker satisfied and standing up from you as he moved to place it back on the counter. You, on the other hand felt like shit, leaning your head back against the wall and no longer hungry but definitely nauseous. He had hand fed you like a dog and you took every last bite and sip of water he offered. Some survivor you’d be if you ever got out.

The man leaned against the counter again, staring at you. This time, however, you met his gaze and watched with knit brows. He sighed a laugh and turned back to the tray, and you heard the sound of running water from what you could only guess was a sink. 

“You know,” He started, setting the plate and bowl into the sink. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I saw you last night and had full intention of taking you here, killing you like the rest of em, but I just… Couldn’t.” He began to clean the plate. “Even now, up close, there’s just something… About you. I can’t put my finger on it but the minute you looked at me, half out of it when I saw you yesterday… You really captured me, ___.” He smiled into his own words. “___. A beautiful name. Fitting for you, y’know?”

“Why are you telling me this?” You whispered, barely audible. He still heard though, and sighed meaningfully, and turned to you again.

“Because, dear ___,” He began, his smile still apparent but much more… Empathetic. “You need to understand why I’m doing this.”

“Please just,” your voice wavered. “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything.”

He slammed a fist down on the counter and you jumped, staring up at him like a frightened animal.  He was tensing, eyes shut and two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

“No, no, no. Don’t start with all that.”

“Please, I-”

“No!” 

You shut up in a second, biting at your lip and hanging our head. Another meaningful, heavy, exhale. 

“I’m sorry, ___. I can’t let you go.” He moved from the counter, stopping in front of you. Once again his fingers found their way to your chin, and he gently moved your head so you could look at him dead on. He brushed some of your hair from your face, sickeningly gentle. “You bring out a side of me that I didn’t know I had. Don’t make me hurt you, ___. I can’t stand the thought of you hating me.” 

You couldn’t stop the tears from bubbling out of you, shoulders shaking. He gave you a second, sparing you a moment and even looking away for your sake before turning back to you and actually wiping your tears away. Despite the soft caresses, he felt like nails against your skin. "Don’t cry, ___. I’ll take care of you. You’ll learn to love me, you will.” You shook your head and cried some more when he stood up and looked down at your state. Without looking up at him as he left, you heard him stop at the archway that began at the bottom of the stairs. “Get some rest, ___. I have so many plans for us.”

The light clicked off, and like before you were left to sob in the darkness. 

[ourgreatdefenders]

Kuro week Day 4: Betrayal/Deception

Characters: Shiro (voltron), Kuro (voltron), Allura (voltron), Keith (voltron)

Summary: Shiro has been having more and more frequent blackouts.

A/N: heh heh, im running out of authors notes, hope you enjoy!

It is a lie for Shiro to say he is fine, that despite some of the visual changes he is still the same person. He knows he's not and he doesn't mean it in the "trauma changes a person" way, more of a "I'm not 100% in control of my actions" way.

 He doesn't know for certain though which is why he hasn’t told the team yet. He doesn't want them to worry too much until he's sure. However instead of regaining his memories it's starting to seem like he's actually losing more of them as periods of blankness keep popping up in his memory.

 Thankfully it's only happened at night so far when he's up and patrolling the halls so at the very least he's probably not causing too much trouble.

 The nights when he's actually sleeping he finds are generally filled with visions of Haggar which was his first clue that this is her doing. Aside from that he's used to the general feeling of wrongness that indicates her involvement.

 After their confrontation on Zarkon's ship, Shiro has a pretty good idea of what Haggar wants from him. Her perfect, obedient little weapon of mass destruction.

 What's really scaring him is the fact that he has no idea how much control she has over him, or when she can use it. What if something happened during a mission? What if one day soon he does cause harm during one of his blank periods?

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 That day does eventually arrive, though Shiro doesn't know until afterwards.

 When he finds himself waking up in what he remembers Coran telling him once was a lockup cell, every worst case scenario runs through Shiro's head. Clearly something went wrong because he can't remember anything. Did he hurt anyone?

 He sits up on the surprisingly comfortable bed to take a look at the room he only got a glance of previously. It's not very exciting but still a very pleasant space for effectively a dungeon.

 The walls are all made of some clear hardened material like plastic but stronger, it's the same as the healing pods. The ceiling is high and so are the lights to keep them out of inmates reach and there is a small porcelain white toilet and sink area tucked away in a corner.

 Shiro thinks he can hear the tell tale hum of electricity coming from the walls, reminding him distinctly of the invisible maze. Looking further he sees Keith dozing against the wall with his knees tucked up.

 "Ke-ith," his voice cracks, feeling hoarse, "Keith, buddy, wake up."

 Keith hears him and slowly starts to rouse from his nap until he notices Shiro and is instantly standing up at attention.

 "Shiro! You're awake! It… it is you… right?" Shiro can hear his voice quiver a little and it breaks his damn heart.

 He tries to look as non threatening as possible, "yeah buddy, it's me."

 He sees Keith's shoulders relax a little at this. Shiro's initial instinct is to ask to be let out so he can give him a hug but there's something more important to do first.

 "Keith, I need you to go get Allura or Coran, okay? Can you do that for me please?" He knows it probably sounds like he's talking down to Keith.

 He can see the flash of betrayal in Keith's eyes but the boy still nods and leaves to do as he was asked. Shiro misses him already as he watches him walk away, however he knows it's safest if he stays in this cell.

 Fortunately Shiro isn't left alone for too long as it's soon after when Allura approaches his cell without Keith. That's good, it means Shiro won't have ask him to leave.

 "It's good to see you're alright Shiro," Allura says as she approaches, "Keith said you asked to speak to me."

 "Did I hurt anyone?" Shiro can't wait any longer through pleasantries. He needs to know.

 Allura hesitates and the look on her face is enough that Shiro turns away in shame. He walks back over to the bed and sits down.

 "Your silence speaks volumes," he says quietly. It really is safest if he stays in the cell.

 "Wait just-" Allura rushes closer to the barrier "-let me speak first. Please." Shiro turns to her expectantly.

 "Yes, someone was hurt. Hunk was with you when you lost control, tried to restrain you, and had a few ribs broken when you tossed him against a wall. However the damage was not significant and everyone else was unharmed."

 Shiro turns away again unable to keep the sound of frustration from leaving his mouth. No amount of Allura's diplomatic skills could convince him of anything but the truth. He was a danger to the team.

 "Shiro… I get the feeling that you suspected something like this might happen. Is that the case?" The way she asks is like she's asking a child if they took the last cookie from the jar.  

 "I didn't… I didn't want to worry anyone until I was sure, I didn't think I was doing any harm," he answers shakily.

 When he turns to see Allura's reaction she's looking down and biting her lip. He thinks she looks conflicted, while he understands that this must be hard for her he trusts her to make the right decision to keep the team safe.

 "That's… understandable Shiro," she responds finally, "but it is a problem now, however I assure you it is one that will be fixed! Coran and Pidge are already researching possible issues and their solution, and I presume hunk will readily join them once he is out if the healing pod."

 She shifts awkwardly on the spot before continuing again. "In the meantime…" she trails off.

 Shiro doesn't make her say it. "I'll stay here, it's alright Allura, I wouldn't expect anything less." He curls back up into his corner on the bed, trying to make himself as small as possible. He doesn't feel like talking anymore.

 He can still feel the burn of Allura's stare on him but eventually  hears the sound of her heels clicking away down the hall. Despite how it may look he really does feel better off here.

 Being locked up is exactly what a traitor like him deserves.