Keith Kogane x Reader One-Shots

28 - Beneath It All

A/N: Hey reader, hope you're having a good day/night!! Just a quick trigger warning, there's self harm in this one shot. Anyway, enjoy!! - Gracie

"Am I doing it right?", you giggled, face covered in flour and hands dripping with cake batter. Having some free time, you and the four paladins had decided to do a challenge where one of you baked a cake blindfolded, while two couldn't hear anything, and the other couldn't use their hands, with the last person not being able to talk. Needless to say, it was a complete mess. You, blindfolded, were completely clueless about the mess you were covered in. "Anyone?"

"Oh my god, y/n!", Pidge yelled, her being the one with headphones on, meaning she had been shouting any time she tried to talk. "Lance, wait, n-- he can't hear me,", you heard her sigh, and you laughed once more, ignoring the nagging in the back of your mind that you probably looked like a fool.

"Are we done? Can we put it in the oven before someone loses a limb, please?", Hunk begged, though he, himself, was unable to use his hands. Giving a nod, Keith grabbed the tray from your hands, startling you, and placed it into the oven, ripping the tape off of his mouth. "Okay, now can you untie me?"

"There you go,", you heard Keith mutter, and Hunk thanked him. Still blindfolded, you waited for someone to remove the fabric from around your eyes, knowing your hands were covered and not wanting to get any of the batter in your hair. "You want me to take that off, y/n?"

"Please,", you laughed, desperate to be able to see again. With a hum, the ravenette reached up, gently untying the fabric from around your eyes, careful not to catch your hair. Once it was off of your eyes, the light burned slightly, and you blinked a few times, still adjusting. "Thanks, Keith. You're a true saviour,"

"Aren't I just,", he played along, rolling his eyes at your teasing. Giving a smile, you turned and made your way to the sink, allowing the hot water to run over your skin, and scrubbing until the batter was gone. As you turned around, a towel was passed to you, and you took it, drying your hands and playfully smacking Keith's butt with it once you were done. "Hey!", he yelped, his jaw dropping. 

"Oops,", you giggled, kissing his cheek and putting the towel down on the worktop, letting out a yawn. "I'm exhausted. Mind if I take a nap on the sofa until the cake is done?", you looked at the group for an answer, and they all nodded, ushering you to get some rest. "Thanks, guys. I'll see you in a bit,", with that, you curled up on the sofa, falling asleep within minutes, the team placing themselves around you and chatting quietly amongst themselves.

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"The cake is done,", Hunk informed the group, speaking softly. Keith and Pidge jumped up, going into the kitchen, while Lance stayed behind. "You coming?"

"In a sec. I'm gonna wake y/n up first,", he explained, and Hunk nodded, walking out of the room. The Cuban stood up, moving closer to your sleeping figure, about to wake you up when he noticed something peculiar. While asleep, your sleeve had shifted up your arm a bit, revealing the end of what seemed to be a bandage sticking out. Curious, he moved the fabric ever so slightly, careful not to wake you, and moved the bandage down, revealing an array of slash wounds on your wrist.

"Holy shit,", he muttered, pulling the sleeve back up and taking a step back, taking a second to process it. Your arm was littered with scars, some faded and some new, but they were there, nonetheless. And the ones he had just seen under the bandage? They were fresh. 'But why?', he wondered. You always seemed so upbeat, helping the team whenever they were down and trying to see the positive side of things. So why had you been hurting yourself? Needing more time to think the situation through, he decided to carry on as normal for the time being. "y/n? Wake up. The cake is done,"