#there isn’t rly much danger of him getting knocked around and getting them ripped out

[z0mbie1uvr]

guys i need to see more fanart of andrew with piercings

like so many

[letstrysomefanfic]

Frostbit PART 3 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Word Count: 3.1k (wow what a doozy)

Warnings: there’s a robot attack on the school which I just realized, in the way I wrote, it might be triggering so be aware of that, swearing, fighting, mention of death

Request: n/a

A/N: woweeee it’s been waayyyyy too long, about two months AT LEAST for original writing in general and more than that for a writing from THIS series. anyway been rly pushing to get this one out (as it’s been sitting in my head for you-would-not-believe-how-long) I’m gonna try get part 2 to YCHHW out within these next few days, some of those fic requests that have been staring at my face for the past few months, and maybe even my first drabble too? (if you have requests for those please do send in i rly want to do one but ideas = 0000) 

anyway hope you enjoy! (sorry the ending isn’t very exciting but it’s late and i’m v tired so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

EDIT: Edited this to change it from specifically fem!reader to gender inclusive, and also grammar stuff

Part 1   Part 2   Part 4

Peter did not end up running into ‘Pretty Much Elsa’ that night, nor the night after, nor the night after that. In fact, a whole month had gone by without any sight of the ice-masked vigilante.

“Ok so they’re probably just, like, really good at hiding from camera’s.”

“You already said that, Ned, but what if something happened, you know?” Peter muttered. “They’re kind of a newbie at this, and it’s a pretty dangerous gig.”

Ned shrugged, “Well they did say that they’ve been icing-it-up for what, four months? And after all that time there was only 20 seconds of footage! And you’d only seen them that one time too, so…?”

“They said three months,” Peter muttered. “But I dunno man. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Maybe if you set a fire somewhere, they’d definitely have to go right? Because them having ice and all that and ice could beat fire—OH! Maybe they’re like a type of like hybrid water bender, but instead—”

Peter shut his locker. “I’m not gonna start any fires, Ned!” He tried to avoid the weird looks from a passing group of girls. He started walking down the hall, turning his head a little towards Ned following alongside, “Look, I’ll just keep my eyes peeled, and you see if you can find anything else online or—”

A tingle shot through Peter’s arm.

Thunder ripped through the hallway. The entire building lurched and shook. A wave of heads shot down, the rapid descent rippling through the hallway like a wave. Screams echoed after the thunderous booms, and metal clanging followed, bounced off the walls.  

Vibrations began shaking the floor, reverberating up from Peter’s feet. His knees were set in Jello. His chest rattled. His jaw clenched against the additional thundering between his ears. His brain was ready to explode.

“Ned,” Peter croaked. Ned was doubled over also, hands gripping the sides of his head.

“What the hell is that?!”

“I dunno! Just go!” Peter shouted over the clamor. “Get people out and go!”

Ned looked at Peter. Students had begun scattering past them. “No way. Not here—”

Peter’s eyes pleaded, “You know I have to, Ned, please. Please help get people out of here and go!”

“Why don’t YOU get people outa here too?!”

Peter struggled to scramble up, yanking Ned with him. “Ned please!” The vocal chaos began to rival that of the metal roaring. 

Ned reciprocated Peter’s shoulder-grabbing. “Fine,” he sighed. “But please. Be. Careful.”

The hold on Ned’s shoulders was lifted as Peter bounced away, gripping the bag on his shoulders. He launched toward the crossing hallway, but not before looking back at Ned, who saw the “GO” leave his mouth more than he heard it.

Your hand gripped the railing, straining more than you should to lift yourself back to your feet.

“What the hell?” you muttered. You could hear a few other students in the stairwell were having a harder time. The walls were definitely closer together than they were before the slam, which still felt like it was happening over and over.

“Is the door up there opening?” a voice echoed up the shaft. You reached for the handle, already fearing why someone would be asking. Push. Nothing. Push harder. It budged a little. You launched yourself at the door. All that moved was your shoulder out of it’s socket (or it at least felt like it). Great job, idiot. 

“No. Is that one not?” you called, gripping your left shoulder. Evan from first period stuck his head up from the second floor as you glanced down from the third.

“No. Neither is first floor.”

“Shit.”

Voices began traveling between the three floors.

“Oh my God are we trapped?” “Holy shit.” “Was that an explosion?” “I think so…” “Oh God…”

You raised your not-dislocated arm at the door as the panic continued.

“Fuck no, please no, fucking hell—” “What do we do?” “Where was it?” “I don’t think explosions can squish entire stairwells…”

Glance around and down; make sure no one is coming.

“Okay, nobody panic.” “How the hell do we not panic?!” “Yeah! That was a freaking explosion!”

Everyone was heading for the bottom. Good. You pressed your palm to the cool, painted steel. 

“What do we do?” “Maybe it’s just locked?” “Why the fuck would it be locked, Janice?!” “I’m just trying to be—”

Please let no one be on the other side. 

“Have you guys tried kicking them down?”

The surge traveled down your arm. You concentrated it to puncture beneath the surface.

“Can anyone kick it down?!” “Are we not gonna talk about that, though?”

Soft tinkles and crackles spread out from under your hand.

“What’re we gonna do, people?!” “Guys let’s just shut up and think this out, okay?”

Frail wisps of smoke curled around your fingers. 

“I can’t even think during class, dammit, how am I supposed to think now?!” “I think I’m gonna faint, guys.” “Explosion, everyone. A goddamn explosion—” “WE GET IT!”

Push.

“Let’s just find a way out so we can get to the fire exits—” “This IS the fire exit you dumbass!” “HEY—”

Your arm was throbbing. Push harder. 

“Guys please calm down, we don’t need to—” “Who the fuck you callin’ ‘dumbass’?!” “Fucking forgot my fucking inhaler…”

Cracks turned to crevices. You hoped this would work.

“Guys—” “Why is no one saying anything about what to do?!” “How do you not remember this is the fire—”

Ice began to grow, a thin layer coating the splitting piece of metal. 

“This isn’t even the exit, it’s just stairs—” “I’m not a dumbass—” “Ohmygod what if we die here.” “Can everyone just shut up?” “Still no suggestions on what. The hell. To do.”

Push. You concentrated. Willing more ice, more concentrated than the spreading before, it shot through, bursting inside the metal. Too much pressure. Good. More. Just a little more…

“Wouldn’t have to take that Bio test, though…” “Ohmygod, Zane?!” “Shut up!”

Push, dammit. You were scared; what if you were doing this wrong, ended up shattered your arm or something?

“Should we be at the top guys?” “No, what if everything falls?! Then we fall!” “But then we’d get crushed down here.”

Just PUSH. 

“I heard somewhere that you’re more likely to—” “Shut. Up.” “You shuddup, dumbass!” “I wasn’t even saying anything!” “WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GONNA DO—”

BOOM

Wind sucked around you and chased after the cracked pieces of the door into the hall. Your hair danced up, your palm still feeling the presence of the door against it. 

“Guys, I think this one’s open now,” you called. You grinned ferociously, trying to let out all your pride and excitement before anyone got there.

“What the hell?”

“Did you do that?!”

You scoffed, feigning surprise, “No. It kinda just got sucked out that way? And I saw someone running to the other stairs after.”

Everyone came running up the stairs. Most stared in bewilderment. Others ran past after momentarily pausing to register the sight, “I don’t care, let me the fuck out.”

Once they all had run out (you had to drag one of them out; they were trying to deduce how the whole door thing happened), you ran off in search of the original explosion that had squished the stairwell.

Peter felt like the cliche “salmon fighting upstream,” but there was no better way to put it. Bags and shoulders knocked him side to side like a rag doll as he struggled to stay on his feet enough to advance to where people were running from. His “excuse me”s and “sorry”s fell upon deaf, fleeing ears. He strained his ears to concentrate on where the vibrations were coming from. Peter pushed past teacher’s shaky directions, panicked cries, adrenaline-filled screams, and even the obnoxiously echoing pulses themselves; he could faintly hear them drifting in more from the West wing. 

As the river of students thinned, the intensity of the clanging intensified. Peter broke out into a run. It was his turn to bump people with his bag and shoulders, still muttering apologies as he raced past. To his dismay, he began to see more and more pairs—sometimes even threes—holding each other up as they hobbled past him. Thankfully no one looked too seriously injured. For now. 

The jackhammer pulsing all around and through Peter hammered away more feverishly than ever. The ground shook so bad that he could barely run in a straight line. As soon as he turned the corner past shattered display cases and ceramic pieces, he saw the cause of it all. He immediately stuck his outward foot planted on the ground, pivoted, and pushed himself back around. He braced himself against the wall, back facing the direction of the giant humanoid drill.

Peter leaned his head out from behind the wall slowly to peek. Yes. Humanoid drill. It was a large exoskeleton that resembled a human body, but five times bigger and with massive drills for arms and a head. The robot’s knees had funnels attached, open side out, sucking up certain bits of the ground that had been drilled. It looked like it was made entirely of various thick metal scraps. Peter wondered if maybe someone was inside, operating it. Maybe it was remote-controlled. He hoped it was remote-controlled. 

Something was glowing yellow on it’s chest, casting an amber light in the hole it was digging. It wasn’t too much like a flashlight, more like… 

Peter groaned. Again with this alien rock shit.

Oh yeah. It was digging a big-ass hole. Right there in the hallway. Literally two small steps from the art class and reaching out past the hole in the wall (which was probably the result of the explosion). Had to be at least five feet wide, easy. Peter struggled to get to the bathroom just a classroom away. 

Moments later, Peter ran out, clad in the spidey uniform, firing webs as he slid into view of the drill. They stuck on the funnels, which he easily ripped off. The robot seemed unfazed as the metal boxes bounced past Peter. 

“Okay… so it’s definitely a robot,” he huffed, leaping to the wall. He crawled onto the ceiling until he got behind it, shot more webs, then leaping down. He yanked with all his might, effectively yanking the robot backwards onto its back.  

“Web grenade!” Peter threw a bunch around it’s neck area as he clambered onto its chest. The drills continued whirring above him, but he had much easier access to it now that the whole robot couldn’t move to block the orb. Just as he was assessing how to get it out, the earth shook. Peter stuck his hands on the metal as the mass heaved below him. The drill-bot had plunged it’s now-still drill-arms into the ground and was pushing itself upright.

“Aw come on!”

With the start of the drills came the start of the whirring and rumbling once more. As Peter began furiously pounding on the metal around the stone, he could feel the air behind him blowing increasingly rapidly. He whipped his head around to see the blades of the drill dangerously close to his face. With a yelp, he dropped down to the ground, uncharacteristically ungracefully collapsing onto his back. The drill-bot began bending down, drills pointed right at him.

“Ricochet web!” Peter screamed, pointing at an area on the ceiling a few feet away from the robot. The web bounced off and shot right back, attaching onto the back. He began reeling it as much as he could, slowing the robot’s descent. But it wasn’t enough. The drill-bot pulled the webbing as it fought to bend, drill extended as far as it would go. Much too far for Peter’s liking.

His arms were shaking. Biceps were cramping. Hands were sweating. The screeching of the drill blew air around his face, growing closer and closer and closer and clos—

WHAM

And then it wasn’t. The webbing in Peter’s hands suddenly went slack, and his fists whacked his face. Nose felt broken. Great. He shoved himself up onto his elbow. The drill-bot was halfway down the hall, careening forward. Suddenly, Peter felt the air lightly blow behind him. He sprawled flat on the floor, face up, watching a stream of water blast above him. 

No, not water…

Small bits of hail dropped from the stream. He glanced back.

After a whole month, there they were.

You tried to get a shot at the yellow thing in the middle of it’s chest, but it wouldn’t let up. Icing it’s face-drill wasn’t doing anything to distract it, and the other two drills caved forward, blocking a shot at the orb. That had to be the source of it’s power. If not… you didn’t feel like thinking of a backup plan right now.

“Can you get it to bend backward?” you called to the red a blue figure sprawled pathetically on the floor. Seriously? Queen’s proclaimed hometown hero, just lay there… staring. He didn’t even respond.

Whatever. I’ll do it myself. 

You kept one hand trained on the robot as you took off toward it, your right hand building up a ramp in front of you. As you ran up it, it tilted higher and higher, attached to the wall on your right, making an ascending curve around the robot that was struggling to pivot as quick as you were running. It suddenly lurched forward, the direct opposite way you wanted it to be lurching if it was gonna lurch anywhere. You saw Spider-man pushing himself backwards, holding a web attached to somewhere in the middle of the robot. 

“What are you doing?!” 

“Cut through it!”

“What?!”

Spider-man reached behind him to grab the wall, still struggling against the bot to pull it toward him. You blasted ice at a drill that was raising toward the web.

“Cut through to that yellow thingy there in the middle! You see—”

“I know where it is!”

“Well—” he slid forward as the robot staggered back “—ice expands, so if you can get it—”

“I know!” You didn’t need to be lectured on how ice worked. You, of all people.

You jumped off the ice ledge you had created and onto the robot’s back, forming a chunk of ice on it to grab onto. You immediately regretted your decision.

The robot turned into one of those bull-riding machines you see on fail videos. A constantly-earthquaking bull-riding machine. And you thought the vibrations were bad on the ground; the entire world was a never-focusing blur, a jackhammer pounded away in each ear, every sense of orientation was lost. You gripped the fast-melting ice for your newly-shortened-in-length life with and pressed your right palm onto the machine. Your shoulder was throbbing almost as bad as your ears were. 

This was going to be so much harder than the door. 

“Could you maybe hold it still?!” you called.

“You’re kidding me, right?!” you barely heard over the clanging. 

“Just do it!”

The surging pulsed through your arm and quickened until it matched that of the drill’s. You concentrated once more, lessening the pressure to seep through the metal but not let the ice rebound against it. A little harder. A little harder. You didn’t let the ice spread throughout the metal; you focused it like a spearhead, driving it straight through from your palm directly into the body and through to the other side. 

“I can’t stop it!” you heard.

The robot was stepping backward, threatening to sandwich you into the wall. With a roar, you shoved the ice through with as much pressure as you could muster. Metal groaned and cracked until—

The whirs died, the static movement halted. A tiny clink sounded from far below—you had to guess that was the orb. The robot didn’t fall to the ground (like you expected) or self-combust either, for which you were thankful. It just stood stiff in place. You slowly turned to look behind you, at the wall the robot almost squished you into, just inches away bouncing your hot breath back to you.

Your hand gleefully let go of what remained of the ice chunk and slid down. Grimacing and groaning, you lowered your arm to your side. 

“Wow… great teamwork.”

You turned to see Spider-man stoop to pick up the glowing yellow stone. Part of you wanted to immediately jump him before he used it to claim this victory as his own, but you decided against it. You were tired enough already, and besides, what the hell were you gonna do with a glowing rock?

“It makes the dream work,” you shrugged but mumbled. “Even if you were getting your ass kicked before I stepped in.”

“What?”

“Hm?”

Spider-man just shook his head. Unbeknownst to you, he was wondering the same thing you were wondering about him. How did they get there so fast? 

He cautiously turned the orb over in his hands. “I hope you’re not gonna try to take-then-break this one, too,” he teased. 

“Well—” you were about to retort when something caught your hearing. Even though you barely could hear from the thundering still echoing in your mind, you picked up the faint sound of sirens. Shit. “Just, uh, you keep it,” you called as you turned to run back the way you came. “Let it make up for you almost getting your ass kicked!” 

“What?!”

You pushed aside the questions racing in your mind as you focused on your race down the hall. The lonely sound of rubber slapping tile made the only sounds of life within the school walls. Pounding through corridors, past the gym, around corners, you remembered to dissolve the mask on your face just before you rammed into one of the science rooms. Your shoes squeaked as you dodged desks, lunging for the back emergency exit. 

Creeping around the corner, hugging the brick wall, you peered out to see the clamor outside. Some students crying, some recording, some just dazedly walking around confused, teachers frantically trying to count heads and unsuccessfully create some order, ambulances, firefighters, police cars parked this way and that, their operators dashing about. Perfect. You slipped into the crowd and started calling for your best friend, easily blending in among the chaos.

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[bipolyjack]

Please tell me more about why you like sheith, I'm very curious to hear the rest of it.

(alright luckily i had the beginning of this saved elsewhere when tumblr just randomly sent it early so imma just begin by pasting. also spoilers for voltron s4 obv) 

the original ask was something like “curious why u like sheith? ive thought abt it and i think i prefer klance”

rubs hands 2gether Thank U for Asking

first of all, thats chill! if klance is ur thing, fuckin go for itmy dude, have a great time with that shit. the fandom’s huge andtheres tons of content. im all for ppl shippin what they want and imnot here to tell someone to ship or not ship something. if u do trulywant to know why im a sheith tho, buckle the fuck up cause im awashin sheith feelings at every moment and i got Things 2 say

alright so the main thing with sheith is that it feels realhealthy and good. (well it did. things are weird this season bc shiromay or may not be a clone but up until his disappearance at least.)they’re rly good abt checking in with each other to see how theother one’s doing and feeling, and they lean on each other a lotfor support. they also treat each other as equals and respect each other’s choices (again, with minor exceptions in the current season). they got that good good hidden backstory together. they got that good good star crossed lovers thing goin on where the universe keeps ripping them apart, fucking them over and tossing them back together more fucked up than before and my dude i Eat That Shit UP. also that good good height difference.the show gives them lots of moments where they’re either alone in a room together havin a private moment or havin an equally private moment in front of the whole fuckin team where fuckin everybody can see them (like the first Hug tm). they’re openly physically intimate with each other (which keith is not with anyone else) and they’re not like. ashamed of that. there’s so much canon content i cry daily. 

here lemme break it down

we know they knew each other in the garrison, and not just like in passing, like acquaintances, but enough that keith was the only person there to see shiro off when the kerberos mission launched. in s1ep1 lance says of shiro “omg that guys my hero” and of keith “you’re my rival” but neither shiro nor keith know who lance even fuckin is. bc presumably they didnt hang out. everyone in the garrison knows who keith and shiro are but they - keith especially it seems like - dont keep track of the other students. also theres this whole fanon thing where shiro and matt were best friends in the garrison and hung out all the time before kerberos, but in s4 when matt greets shiro hes incredibly stiff and awkward and calls him sir and shiro just goes “pidge never gave up on u buddy” which i guess could be a clone thing but could also be him bein like “i totally did give up on u tho, whatever” (and i can totally buy that considering how pidge’s whole personal arc this whole time has been looking for matt and their dad, and while shiro has been supportive of that, he’s also been like hey dude that’s not our top priority as a team). so from that i infer that matt and shiro werent best buds in the garrison, and that he must have spent a lot more of his time with keith bc in s2ep1 keith makes it clear that shiro made a significant impact on his life and that he still thinks about things shiro said to him before kerberos. which we havent seen. bc theyre hiding the pre-kerberos backstory from us and i cry. also their flashbacks in s1ep2 (i think, i dont exactly remember which ep but i think its that one) when they all put on the headsets and we see their fondest memories, shiro’s is the day they were separated and keith’s is the day they found each other again like jesus.

then there’s keith’s first scene in the show. the first thing we see him doing is kicking the shit out of like three garrison guys to rescue shiro. we get that close up of him touching shiro’s unconscious fuckin face and his first line in the whole show is him saying shiro’s name. like shit dude how am i supposed 2 not ship that. the first time keith and lance interact, its lance butting in on that moment and keith being like “who the fuck are u” and its. uncomfortable. we also know that keith has been livin alone in the desert and obsessing over these lion carvings bc he got kicked out of the garrison for basically insubordination sometime after shiro went missing. we get that scene in the shack where keith talks abt feeling lost until shiro showed up and everyone else in the room looking all confused and uncomfortable as these two dudes who clearly already know each other well and have been separated for like a year just stare into each other’s eyes or what the fuck ever. also the scene outside the shack where keith comes and finds shiro and puts a hand on his shoulder and asks him how hes doing - theyre alone for that part. also worth mentioning is that keith has no hesitation touching shiro’s galra tech arm, whereas lance hesitates before shaking his hand. we see a bunch of times that keith is touch averse with almost everyone except shiro, in a way that indicates a degree of prior familiarity and a good understanding of boundaries that keith hasnt had the time or inclination to set up with lance, hunk, pidge, allura, coran etc. also the one time he holds lance when sendack attacks the castle and lance is unconscious, lance sort of blows it off later and basically goes “no homo” when keith brings it up so that was a bummer

i also love some of the Pauses they put into shiro and keith’s dialogue, some of them are just. so choice. like when keith proposes a crazy plan that puts him in danger and shiro just takes a sec, closes his eyes, then goes “alright i’ll back u up, do what u gotta do” like!!!! boi!!!!!! thats good shit. also in s2ep9 during the blade of marmora trial when keith is basically having this nightmare about shiro rejecting him because of his connection to the galra, (which real actual shiro can see because this whole ep was a fuckin fanfiction) and he does that same thing where hes like “shiro... *pause, close eyes for Just a sec* you’re like a brother to me” which! by the way!! i have said the same thing!! to a friend i had a crush on!!! who was straight!!!! and i was a little baby who didnt know i was into girls yet and we used to say we were like sisters bc i? didnt know i?? was gay???? we shared her bed whenever i stayed over and she really did see me as a sister and i would just lie next to her and daydream about touching her boobs,, anyway keith is so relatable there i could yell forever but continuing on,

can we, real quick, talk abt the first time keith flies the black lion? bc in s2ep1 hes not the black paladin yet. real shiro is still around. and keith legit goes up to black, puts a hand on her big ole nose and goes “ur boi is in trouble, we gotta help him” and she goes “yeah dude hop in” like?????????????? thats some fanfic shit again! black Knows! also dont even talk to me abt how many times keith and shiro yell each others names in that ep its unreal. also the trope (that i eat the fuck up every time) of one member of the otp lying trapped and injured somewhere and talking to the other member of the otp thru a helmet comm or whatever and they cant see each other but they can hear each others voices, so they have to keep talking to like reassure each other they’re both still alive and okay?!!! im such a sucker for that shit!!!! ummmmm the fact that shiro keeps reassuring keith that hes fine when theres a gaping glowing wound in his side and hes like visibly in pain, clenching his teeth, eyes closed, groaning, sweat beading on his forehead, the whole fuckin thing?? and josh knocked it outta the park with shiro’s voice in that ep making him sound like he was trying not to sound hurt and exhausted so that keith wouldn’t worry too much like Fuck me up!! smiling thru the pain when keith talks abt how much shiro changed his life and made him a better person??? boi!!!!!

then there are the times when shiro talks abt something happening to him and keith taking over as voltron’s leader, and keith gets all panicked about it like he cant stand the thought of losing shiro again (this happens a bunch of times but the ones that are coming to mind are s2ep1 and s2ep9 bc. again. those are the fanfic episodes). and then he Does lose him again and he’s so clearly grieving, lashing out at the rest of the team, super obviously feeling shiro’s loss more than the others (and lance is a real dick about it a bunch of times which really rubbed me wrong), going out to look for him over and over bc he wants to believe so bad that shiro’s out there somewhere. omg the “please no” when the black lion accepts him that shit Fucked me right up!! he wants to honor shiro’s wishes!! but some part of him knows that’s like admitting that shiro’s gone and isn’t coming back. and then!!!!!! when they find kuron and its just the red lion and the galra ship floating alone in space just like. gently drifting toward each other. keith’s little tired smile there. fuck me up. and then we find out in the next scene that keith has been the only one in shiro (kuron)’s room while he’s recovering and shiro (kuron) hasnt bothered to shave or cut his hair or get dressed yet and he lets keith see him like that and not the rest of the team. fuck. keith looks Exhausted in that scene. hes got bags under his eyes, hes kinda hunched in on himself, arms crossed, like something in him Knows this isnt his boi but he wants to believe it’s him so bad and its. god. its a lot. and Then when hes turning to leave and kuron is like “how many times will u have to save me before this is over” and keith’s face just relaxes into this legitimately genuine smile when he says “as many times as it takes” like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck me

this is where it starts gettin awkward with them bc kuron isnt shiro and he doesnt treat keith the way shiro would but he Tries, like after keith fucks up that one mission and kuron comes and finds him (again, in private) to touch his shoulder and be like “im proud of u boi” when keith clearly Did Not Do A Good Job and keith just looks bummed like “thats. thats not tru” and it Hurts me bc we know real shiro doesnt do fake praise. also kuron orders keith to put himself in danger more than once and doesnt give a shit that keith and the others get hurt because of it which also real shiro would never do - we’ve seen him react when his teammates take hits before, but especially keith, like during the bom trial. then theres s4ep1 where keith sort of drifts away from team voltron in order to do more stuff with the blade of marmora and everyone’s pissed at him but then as hes walking out kuron’s like “you know we’re here for you if you need us” and keith gets that soft smile again like “i know and i cant tell you how much that means to me” and then they do that good good hand clasp that turns into a hug which by the way is a stark contrast to when other people hug keith and they just kinda grab him and he goes all stiff and it takes him a sec or three to put his arms around them if he even does that at all - with shiro they do the hand clasp first and then walk into the hug together and keith buries his face in shiro’s fuckin shoulder and smiles and closes his eyes and i wanna die. and theyve done this twice now which makes me think they probs did it before kerberos too and that also hurts me. 

then theres s4ep6 where keith has gone the whole season feeling like he was a bad leader. it seems like voltron doesnt rly need him and his friends dont need him and shiro doesnt need him and hes been hanging with the bom who have their whole philosophy of not going back to rescue their own guys if it means putting the mission or the rest of the team in danger (which keith already was saying when allura was captured - how very galra of him) and now keith’s having to readjust to that mindset after being part of such a close knit team. so when he sees a way to take that shield down, he just fuckin goes for it. hes started to see himself as expendable. when shiro thinks hes about to die, we get all kinds of flashbacks, the first of which is him and keith alone outside the shack. there are no flashbacks with keith. he just closes his eyes. and shiro (kuron) congratulates him. like obv its before he knows what keith was about to do, but still, thats some fucked up shit. 

now this wasnt rly part of ur question, ie u didnt ask me how i felt abt klance, but i feel like i gotta say: lance just grates on me. im sorry i know lots of people who love him but he just. isnt my cup of tea. and i do think the relationship shown in the show between keith and shiro is a lot more mature and healthy than the one shown between lance and keith. lance has some good moments! but canon lance and fanon lance seem like two entirely different people to me a lot of the time and thats all cool and fine if ur lookin for that, again im not here to stop ppl from having fun, but there are so many good sheith moments in the show and im just glad to see the relationship between two dudes depicted that way regardless of whether it becomes canon or not. also lance in the show is only shown being attracted to girls, and in kinda a skeevy way - like ive met guys who treat me like that and been Very off-put by that kind of behavior. and it would put me off if after all that they got him together with keith. like hes just superficially interested in all these hot girls but keith, who he has very few heartfelt intimate moments with onscreen, is his True Love? like thats,, not good bi rep. i Do rly like the bond hes been building with allura since they switched lions, that seems like its going in a direction that could turn out to be very wholesome and sweet. but again, if klance is ur thing, by all means have a ball.

k that was a lot but tl:dr i like 2 cry and sheith provides me with lots of opportunities to do that,, if u read it all then thank u deeply and truly for ur attention, u probs Understand me as a person a bit better than before lol