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Alex tried to hurry at least a little, for the sake of her sister if nothing else, but her pace slowed as the two came across a peculiar sight.
Zoyander Thornbury having a leisurely little walk, heading straight out of town.Alex and Pris looked at each other with slightly narrowed eyes, the same thought running through both their heads.
What the hell was this guy doing?
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Lance feels a little jarred when he sees nothing friendly in the suitemate’s eyes, and then foolish. He scrambles to find something to say.
“Do you have any rules?"
Keith’s eyes darken. “Yeah. Don’t bother me this semester. Or ever.”--
Accident-prone Lance McClain learns that his grumpy suitemate, Keith, has one rule: to leave him alone. Lance would really like to follow that rule. Really. But his clumsiness has other plans.(Or, 5 times Lance bothers Keith and 1 time Keith lets him.)
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“So… he just shows up at your door?” Pidge squinted at him, adjusting their glasses.
“Yup.”
“Do you know where he lives?” More squinting.
“Nope.”
“What’s his major?”
“Dunno.”
Pidge sighed in frustration, dropping their sandwich onto the table in favor of tugging at their hair strands.
“Lance, what do you even know?”
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(Or: Lance engages in casual sex with Keith just to realize that it might not be as casual as he’s pretending it to be)Series
- Part 1 of Strings and Loose Ends
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Based off of this prompt:
Anyone not married by age 25 gets a spouse assigned to them by the government. Keith is fine with that: most matches are a success, and it’s less effort for him. But it’s his 25th birthday and he’s just found out his match—and it’s Lance McClain
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“I should let you get back to them,” he sighed, “you guys are missing the festival.” Keith turned back to him quickly, a look of disappointment briefly flashing across his face. He nodded though, staring at the coffee still sitting between them.
“I guess,” his voice was low, and Lance detected a hint of hesitation in it. Too cute.
“But you know,” he went on, and Keith glanced up hopefully. “I’m here all day. And tomorrow. And, in case you forgot,” he dropped his voice so Keith had to lean forward to hear the rest, “the food trucks all close down at around eight, so...” he trailed off, hoping the boy would get the hint.
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“So you don’t know his name,” Pidge says slowly. “And he says meme-y things. And he always comes in three minutes before closing, and—”
“Always leaves on the dot,” Keith adds. “And uh, he never orders the same thing twice in a row.”
Pidge’s face is blank. “A customer who leaves at nine on the dot and never orders the same thing twice in a row,” she repeats. She opens her mouth, closes it, and taps at the screen of her tablet, hopping off the counter. “I’ll just tell everyone I didn’t get the answer out of you.”
“Pidge,” Keith protests. “I mean it.”
“And I think you have a cryptid customer,” Pidge says.
(or: eccentricities in a small coffee shop where a cuban boy with cute dimples only exists three minutes to closing.)
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- Part 1 of voltron challenge week 2017