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Original post by doublechunkurapikahoy
Me.
Keith: *sneezes*
Lance:
Keit: You're not even going to say "bless you"?
Lance: I'm sitting here with you, you've clearly been blessed.
matt: looking good shirogane
shiro: we've been married for 3 years why you still calling me by my last name
matt: i was talking to myself
Warm and cozy 💋💕
"lance: you can't just leave" "keith: lance, i have to-" "lance: no, no you don't. you're our leader now, man. *about to burst into tears, softly* you're my leader"
hey, yo f u c k you.
Shiro: Could you please pass the salt?
Matt: *throws Pidge across the table*
Shiro: Name a way to be nice to others.
Keith: Don’t kill them.
Shiro: Setting the bar a little low, but I’ll allow it.
[haunted house]
ghost: [screams]
pidge, establishing dominance as the baby of the group: [screams back louder]
Keith: Who the fuck-
Shiro: Language!
Keith:
Keith: Whom the fuck
Lance: I turned out perfectly fine!
Pidge: Just this morning you thought a ghost made your toast.
Lance: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!
Lance: That feeling when–
Keith: You’re having an existential crisis and no one understands, no one will ever understand, because you are alone in the universe and no one really cares.
Lance: …
Lance: Bro, are you okay?
↳ ♡
{insp.}
this is totally my first guess:D is it hunger games? i /really/ want to read that fic, no matter where it's from:D
Yes. :)
(loose continuation of this)
“Shiro,” Keith says. His hand on Shiro’s shoulder startles Shiro from his half-stupor. Shiro blinks burning eyes into focus, sits up straighter in his chair as Keith quietly continues. “Shiro, you need to sleep.”
“Can’t,” Shiro croaks. On the screens in front of them Lance huddles under an overhang, as close to the cliff wall as he can get to stay somewhat dry. It’s no good; the rain pounds down from overhead, drenching him straight through. Pidge is pressed tight to his chest, a curled up ball of skintight, useless uniform and soaked wet hair.
“It’s two in the morning,” Keith argues, soft. On screen Pidge is shivering, hard. Lance wraps his arms tighter around her. “You need to sleep.”
Shiro shakes his head, eyes glued to the screens. Lance’s eyes are still open, staring out into the ceaseless gloom. “I have to see them through this.”
“I can watch Lance,” Keith promises. His hand slips down to Shiro’s shoulder blades, subtle but grounding. “Go rest.”
Across the room Matt has one of those terrible energy drinks in his hand, arms folded across his chest and brow furrowed with deep concern as he stares at his sister’s shaking form. Sam - when did Sam leave? Sam must have left some time ago, if not to sleep than to talk to the right people, try and rustle up more funds. Shiro’s saving his own deals for the right moment. This is a bad one, sure, but this isn’t it.
“Word is that this storm’s going to last at least four more hours,” Keith says. His voice is low, steady, the utter opposite of the driving need keeping Shiro awake. “They’re just going to sleep. Nothing’s going to happen at two in the morning.”
“You don’t know that,” Shiro says, sharper than he means.
“I know exactly what the Gamemakers would do to keep the game exciting,” Keith snaps. The scar just beneath his hairline is visible in this lighting, visible with the way his chin is tilted down towards Shiro. “But they’re not going to do it at two in the morning Capitol-time. Nobody’s awake to see, Shiro. I know how this works.”
Damn. “That’s not what I meant,” Shiro starts.
“I forgive you for that because you’re exhausted,” Keith says, voice gentling. “Go. I mean it.”
On the screens Lance’s eyes finally slip closed, with an exhausted sigh every hidden microphone picks up.
Shiro hates this.
“Wake me if anything happens,” Shiro says. It’s more of a question than he’d like to admit.
“I can handle this,” Keith says, aloud, and the press of his hand to Shiro’s shoulder blades is the silent promise Shiro needs.
Never have I ever written a Hunger Games AU
Well I hadn’t, until this devious little ask came along.
sorry not sorry
Lance volunteers.
Lance volunteers in his brother’s place, when his older brother - just two years older and in his last year of eligibility for the Reaping - gets picked instead. Lance takes one look at the heartbreak on his mother’s face, the bitter desperation on his father’s and his aunts’ and uncles’ and grandmother, and makes his decision. He’s up to the front too fast for anyone to stop him, and it doesn’t occur to him until later that maybe he hasn’t spared his family from heartbreak after all.
The other Tribute from District Twelve is a young girl, just turned twelve. No one volunteers for her.
Everything happens so fast. Lance gets a few brief minutes to say goodbye to his family - and to Hunk, who yells and shakes him and clings to Lance in a hug that only rivals the one Lance’s mom gives him.
“Stay alive,” Hunk begs him, yells, “You’d better stay alive, and you have to come back and tell me everything.”
“You’re gonna see it,” Lance points out, and winces after the words slip from his mouth.
“Don’t remind me,” Hunk groans, “But all the rest, Lance - what the countryside’s like? What the Capitol’s like? What the food is like? You have to come back and tell me. Promise? You have to.”
“I promise,” Lance says, “Assuming Keith doesn’t kill me.”
“Don’t even joke about that,” Hunk says, as sharp as Lance has ever heard him. “He would never. He’s not going to be your mentor, anyway.”
“I hope you’re right,” Lance says.
Keep reading
lance and keith spread a rumor that a certain hallway of the castle is haunted. it isn’t but that’s where they go to make out and they don’t like being interrupted
Pidge: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face.
Keith: What?
Pidge: You’re smiling. I didn’t know you could do that.