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alteanprongs asked:
AAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THE ENTHUSIASM THANK YOU IM SO HONORED
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“Can’t sleep?” Lance asked, leaning against the doorway to the observation deck.
“…no.” Keith answered, not looking at him. Lance quietly went and sat by him, a foot or so from his side.
“Me neither.” He said honestly, leaning back with his hands under his head. They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the stars go past when Lance sighed.
“I miss our constellations.” He said, quiet as he could. Keith looked over, finally, eyes half closed.
“Me too.”
“I miss the bears, and the Big Dipper, and Orion, and the lion, and…” Lance kept naming constellations, focusing on the stars. He jumped a little when Keith inserted himself right under his arm.
“…uh, dude?” He asked, but Keith just snuggled closer.
“Keep talking.” Keith whispered, and Lance shivered, then kept talking. He told the stories about the stars, all he could remember, and when he forgot, he made them up.
He ran out of stars, and went silent.
“Let’s make up out own.” Keith said after a few minutes of quiet. Lance nodded, eyes flicking through the sparkling lights above.
“There.” Lance pointed. “A lion. It’s Blue. And…..over there. It’s Red.” Keith followed his finger and nodded.
“What are they doing?” Keith asked, voice breathy and Lance tried to focus.
“Not…not fighting.” He whispered. “They fight too much. They’re…playing. They’re having fun. They’re being immature and having fun but it’s ok.” Lance trailed off, looking down at Keith, who was staring at him with huge, huge eyes.
“…yea?” Keith asked, leaning up a little.
“…and…they’re, getting along…really well.” Lance muttered, leaning down to meet him halfway.
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Anonymous asked:
OMG HAHAHHAH THIS IS SO LANCE
A frustrated sigh. “No, Lance. No.”
“Baaaaabe it’s so cute though, look!” Lance held up the crop top and Keith rolled his eyes.
“No. Nope. Not happening.” Lance grinned and Keith swore. “Don’t you dar-” He was cut off screaming when Lance tackled him, and furiously tried to throw him off as Lance wrestled to get the shirt on him.
Disgruntled, he stood up and looked in the mirror, frowning.
“No.” Keith said, groaning when Lance wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I think it shows off some fine muscles of yours, Keith.” Lance said, grinning. Keith’s face went red and she shoved at him.
“Off.” Lance grinned and held up a pair of shorts.
“Oh, hell no.”
“They’ll look good I promise!!!! They’ll show off your assets.” Lance said, winking.
“Lance get the fuck off me-” Keith wrestled with Lance as the shorts were thrown around.
They showed off his assets very nicely, apparently.
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Anonymous asked:
HAHAHAHAHA IM FUCKIGN LAUGHING HOLY
“The FUCK do you mean he got here first?!?!”
Lance stared angrily at the girl in front of him, who rolled her eyes.
“He got here first.” She repeated. “Seriously dude, it’s a dog.” Lance spluttered.
“We- we pulled up at the same time! It’s a cute dog! I like, broke the fucking speed limit to get here! I could’ve been arrested and this is what I get??” He exclaimed, hands flying. The guy holding the dog snorted.
“You snooze, you loose. Sorry.” He said and Lance narrowed his eyes.
“I got here the exact same time as you, mullet. This isn’t fair.” Lance said and the guy rolled his eyes.
“Mullet? Real original. My name is Keith, thank you very much, and this puppy’s name is going to be Red.” Lance blanched.
“Um, no, it’s not, it’s going to be Blue. And I’m Lance, mullet-boy.” Lance emphasized the name he had picked for the adorable puppy. He was honestly a tiny bit freaked out they had picked names like that. The girl between them rolled her eyes.
“Why don’t I just give it to neither of you.” She said, holding her arms out. Lance and Keith both reached out and pushed the dog away.
“Haha, no. We’ll take it and figure it out.”
“Sharing a dog? Heck no, she’s mi-” Lance cut the other guy off.
“Thanks for the paperwork! Bye!” He grabbed the papers from her hand and rushed out the door, pushing the guy and the dog.
“Hand her over.” He demanded once outside.
“Hell no.” Keith said, narrowing his eyes. Lance waved the papers.
“I have the papers.” He said tauntingly and pulled out a pen, clicking it. Keith launched forward and groped for them, pushing Lance against the car to try and grab them. The fought for a minute, Lance rolling and trying to get out, but only getting pinned harder.
“Ha!” Keith exclaimed, holding the papers up triumphantly. Lance pouted, then froze.
“….uh, Keith was it?” The guy looked down from where he had Lance pinned.
“What?” He asked, then his eyes got wide.
“Oh shit-”
“Fuck-” They said in tandem.
“Where’s the fucking dog?!?!?” Lance yelled, and pushed Keith off of him to the ground with an ‘oof’ as they scrambled to find the forgotten puppy.
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Anonymous asked:
ohohohhohoh this is adorable
“You’ve to be fucking me.” Keith groaned, slamming the phone down in anger.
This was the fourth time he’d called, and they still weren’t done. He couldn’t live without his fucking car this week, he had class, goddammit. He groaned, and angrily stared at his cell. He had to get to class somehow, and it was too far to walk, he didn’t have a bike, dammit. He picked his phone up again and started looking.
One app later, he had called an ‘uber’. They were like taxis, or something, and it was prepaid and everything. It would work until he got his car back, anyways. He sat on his front steps, waiting impatiently, leg bouncing. The app said to look for a black sedan, so that’s what he looked for.
A black sedan pulled up to the curb and Keith stood, going over to the window. He was slightly hesitant, what if they guy, like, kidnapped him?
“You Keith?” They guy inside asked. He looked young, maybe Keith’s age, brown skin and hair and had a mischievous-looking grin on his face. Keith nodded.
“Hop in the back, front, whatever.” The guy said, and Keith opened the door to the back. “I’m Lance.” The guy said once Keith was seated inside.
“I- Keith. Yea.” Keith said, feeling dumb. The guy knew he was Keith. But then again, he knew the guy was Lance. Whatever. Keith stayed quiet as the guy hummed along to whatever was on the radio, sounded like Spanish. Keith watched the window and then hopped out 10 quiet minutes later.
“See you, Keith!” The guy called cheerfully and Keith managed a halfhearted wave, heading into his building.
He sat on his front step, fuming. The stupid, stupid mechanic was so dumb and said his car still wasn’t ready, so here he was again, the third time, with Uber open and calling a car. And it said the driver was that Lance guy again. He’d already been teased yesterday about it by him too. Fucking great. Keith walked up to the familiar sedan and peeked in.
“You again? Never would have guessed. Ha, buddy, hop in.” Lance said and Keith did so, climbing into the back with his bookbag.
“Car problems.” Keith mumbled, and Lance nodded, starting the drive.
“Mmm. K.” The drive was quiet, until the pulled up to Keith’s building.
Fifth day. Fifith drive with Lance. They talked, this time. Bickered, actually, over the radio, but Keith learned two things about Lance. One, his family was from Cuba, and two, he could sing.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Keith looked up and met Lance’s eyes, just as he was about to leave. He’d sat in the front again.
“What?” He asked, yanking his book bag behind you.
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Lance asked, and Keith felt a blush creeping up his neck.
“F-fuck you.” Keith said, eyes going wide and he climbed out of the car. Lance laughed lightly behind him as he tried to to run towards the building.
“You’re Prince Charming has arrived!” Lance cried out as Keith slid into the front seat. Keith forced a laugh down, and kept his eyes on the road.
“I’m getting my car back tomorrow.” Keith said quietly, and Lance quieted.
“Oh. Awesome.” He said, and Keith shot him a look.
“You sound excited.” Keith said, raising an eyebrow. Lance shrugged and changed the car into drive.
“I just….nah. Nothing. Gonna miss you in my front seat. It’s been what, two weeks?” Lance shot him a wink and Keith rolled his eyes.
“I’m sure you will.” He said, watching the road. It was quiet, Spanish in the background. Keith was a little sad, actually, that this was going to be the last time riding in this car. He pulled a frayed part of the seat, and shut his eyes. He’s miss the tentative friendship they’d built.
They pulled up to the building, and Keith started to open the door.
“Hey.” Lance’s hand was on his leg, and Keith went hot. He looked over and acted nonchalant.
“Yea?” He asked, trying to act normal.
“Can I see your phone?” Lance asked, and Keith nodded, clumsily grabbing his cell and handing it to Lance, Lance’s hand retreating from his leg. He listened to the tapping of Lance’s fingers on the screen and looked at it with interest as Lance handed it back.
“My number. Shoot me a text once and a while, ok?” He said, and Keith managed a small smile.
“Whatever, chauffeur. Maybe.” Keith exited the car and started towards the building, not looking back.
Ten minutes into his lecture, his phone buzzed.
it’s lance. wanna meet up 2night for dinner? ;) ill pick u up?
Keith hid a smile and texted back.
sure :)
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Keith walked into the shop, and slung his bag off his shoulder and into the spot he’d claimed under the counter. He waved to Shiro, smiled to Allura, then headed towards the back.
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Keith woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. His hand flopped as he blindly searched for his own, squinting at the bright screen. It wasn’t his? It took a moment for him to sit up and think. He groggily realized Lance had stayed the night.
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