I’ve seen the basis of this trope a few times before, but let me expand and connect it to my new fic idea:
The gang going to space, all with their phones onhand. Lance and Hunk are freaking out about not being able to text their families, Pidge being like “okay I can’t fix that but I can keep our phones from dying”, and concocting some janked up chargers. Now their phones are all basically memory/time capsules. They all use them to look at and take photos (Lance especially), watch the TikTok’s and movies they have saved, and all of them abuse the hell out of their pre downloaded playlists.
Lance rants to Keith that he’s missing new music releases on earth (“new Sabrina! New Chappell! By this time there’s probably even new Rihanna!”) and Keith kind of just shrugs and looks confused because the majority of his music taste is from the 2000s anyway. Keith offers to share his music with Lance so he at least has variety and at first Lance is like “oh yeah…this is something…” (while hating it) but then realizes that the Paramore that did “Ain’t It Fun” is the same Paramore that did Riot! And then he actually gets into it. In turn, he shares his music with Keith who is even more hesitant, but finds himself surprisingly drawn to the Olivia Rodrigo’s more rock leaning songs.
when they start getting Feelings for each other, Keith thinks that Sugar, We’re Going Down is Their Song, but Lance thinks it’s Naked In Mahattan. Both subtly try to slip their choices onto their hanging out playlist like the dorks they are.
