Voltron One Shots

Langst Collab

Summary: Lance has ADHD.

A/N: This is a collab I did with King_Of_Clubs__ !! The first section of this was written by them, and the second section was written by me! I absolutely love ADHD Lance and I had so much fun doing this!! <3 

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Pidge was angry and she couldn't find anything she needed. Lance often took her stuff to be funny. She storms down to his room, opening it up, about to yell at him when she heard crying.

"What? Lance?" she looks around the room to see where she could find the Cuban boy, but no luck.

The crying abruptly stopped, and Lance seemed to hold his breath. She walked slowly over to the boys bed, trying to ignore the pain in her chest. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, you can leave now," his voice cracks, his grip around the cover tightening.

"Lance..." she says softly.

"Pidge, I am fine! If you came for the parts they're on my desk."

They were over there, but she didn't care for the parts anymore, she wanted to know what was wrong with her friend.

"Lance!"

"What?"

She was both angry and sad now. "At least look at me?"

The covers are slammed on his side, turning over to look at her. His hair is a mess, freckle-dusted cheeks stained with tear tracks, his eyes are red and puffy. "What?"

"Are you—"

"Do I look okay? Pidge, just leave me alone. I don't want to talk about it."

Her heart clenched in worry for the boy. She had always thought Lance was the happy one. He would always make jokes, laugh, mess around. He would comfort her when the stress got to much, he would comfort Hunk, and if Keith allowed him, he'd help Keith get his mind off things.

Yet no one was there for him. She jumps on his bed, sitting next to him. "You force me to talk, sleep and eat. So I'm making you talk. What's up?"

She mentally smacks herself for doing this and not getting Hunk instead. About to apologize, Lance speaks up. "I don't know. I just, I feel like my ADHD gets in the way of Voltron..."

"ADHD?"

"Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder," he sighs, sitting up. "I blurt things out, I get distracted, I forget things, I'm over the top, annoying, I can't control myself sometimes and I'm not smart—"

Pidge puts her hand up for him to stop talking. "One, who do you consider smart?"

"You, Hunk, Matt—"

"Matt has ADD. They're the same thing, but different at the same time, right? He's older, and he's learned to use his hyper focus for his smarty-things. You can too," she smiles.

Lance shakes his head. "That still doesn't stop the fact I'm the weakest. I don't even know why I tried to calm down Shiro, I knew he was going to yell at me. I knew it but I still did it. And then I snapped at Hunk when he was just messing around, and I-I just."

"Hey! Hey it's okay, look, we can talk about it later, but," she pauses to yawn, "I'm tired."

He laughs, "that's a first, Pidge," he then sighs, looking down. "Hunk's the only one that knows I've got ADHD, well, I guess you do now, I uh, I just, look, don't tell Shiro? Okay?"

"Can I tell Keith?"

"He's not here," Lance pouts.

Pidge sighs, giving Lance a hug, holding him tightly. "Lance, we care so much about you. I-I didn't know you thought about yourself this way."