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road trips !!!

road trip tunes along the entire way . keith : hist every single high note of chandelier pidge : wtf keith what was what why don’t i know that’s one of ur talents

keith turns down the radio when pidge falls asleep and actually drives a little more careful

otherwise he doesn’t know the word speedlimit

scully & moulder are accepted nicknames for eachother

keith : short stuff pidge : number 4 :T

sitting in the kitchen , one of them on the counter , the other on the table , eating an entire tub of icecream straight outta the tub , talking abt god knows what at 4am

basically that one thomas s. vine where his friend has a new hat and he laughs abt it but then somebody else makes fun of it and he goes ‘HEY ! THAT IS MY FRIEND AND THAT HAT IS BEAUTIFUL’

pidge sneaks over in the middle of the night to discuss anything that comes to their minds , they both fall asleep in keith’s bed

pidge falling asleep while occupying keith

keith : oh no shiro : what is it ? keith : pidge fell asleep shiro : and ? keith : her feet r on my lap . i can’t possibly move now . this is it . this is how i die . tell iverson that i hope he chokes on his coffee

keith showing pidge all the cacti he owns ? and tells her all their names ? yes

pidge : my preferred way of transportation ? that would be keith everybody else : ?????

           ||.  currently working a schedule for the school year but school for me starts 8/10/2017 from 8:30 - 4:10 ( i get home around 4:40 to 5:00 ) i still have youth on Mondays &&. Wednesdays from 6:00pm to 10:00 and 4/5:00 to 8:30 - 10:00 PM EST respectively, so i likely will be EXTREMELY sparse on those days specifically. 

           For now, I will be scheduling posts to run throughout the school day (as i’m waking up early to have time to write them and do HW if i must) and after getting done what i need to get done I’ll be on here as often as I can be

         As this is my senior year I’m hoping that my classes will be relatively simple for me, giving me more time to not stress &&. do my hobby in peace, but we’ll have to see how it goes. :)

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DOMINANCE :  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

          FAN  THE  FLAME  THAT  BURNS  WITHIN .   ire  tempest  fumes  beneath  amethyst  glare  ,   a  whirlwind  of  unspoken  aggression  unfairly  projected  onto  the  paladin  of  green .   HE’S  LOST WITHOUT  SHIRO .   it’s  a  silent  confession  mulling  over  the  tip  of  his  tongue  in  languid  swipes  ,   teeth  gritting  harshly  to  contain  what  little  composure  he  has  left .   

                           i  need  to  be  strong  for  the  team !

     a  mantra  on  repeat  ,   keith  reprimands  the  disregard  he’s  thrown  to  them  upon  adopting  the  role  of  black  paladin  ,   ashamed  by  his  utter  lack  of  control .   self  destruction  encodes  his  very  being  ,   blood - tinged  knuckles  bred  for  destruction  and  war .   he  wishes  to  spare  his  partners  this  grief  by  meek  attempts  at  distancing  ,   however  to  no  avail  his  plans  backfire  ;   suddenly  trapped  within  the  grip  of  the  green  paladin’s  fingers  and  forced  to  face  the  demons  he  fears .

                                                            what  if  i  get  my  family  killed ? 

          ❛     let  me  go .     ❜          instantaneous  command  spits  from  clenched  jaw  ,   dark  brows  furrowing  in  feign  annoyance .   fingers  are  sharp  against  features  ,   claw - like  in  their  grip .   she’s  not  going  to  let  him  go  ,   not  letting  him  be  so  easily  forgotten  after  a  mission  that  terrible .   pidge  adorns  a  look  that  demands  answers  ,   but  keith  isn’t  sure  he  is  able  to  provide .

                                      after  all  ,   how  can  you  give  something  you’ve  never  had ?

                    defeat  crosses  porcelain  features  as  form  visibly  slumps  in  her  touch  ,   obeying  her  command  after  a  few  stubborn  moments .   stoicism  molds  against  countenance  as  a  few  sharp  breaths  heave  from  lungs  ,   calming  the  tremors  wracking  fingertips .   the  stillness  that  blossoms  is  foreign  to  the  boy  forged  by  the  fire  ,   silence  no  longer  deafening .   instead  keith  finds  himself  leaning  closer  and  reveling  in  the  proximity  of  someone  he  trusts .   with  months  of  solidarity  weighing  heavily  unto  his  chest  ,   it’s  a  nice  change  in  pace  to  let  her  in  ;   you  don’t  have  to  let  yourself  crumble .

          breathe  in  ,   breathe  out .   gaze  focuses  in  on  hazel  eyes  ,   stern  yet  soft  around  the  edges .   she  only  wants  what’s  best  for  him ,   and  for  the  first  time  since  shiro’s  disappearance  ,   he  finally  speaks  up .          ❛     .  .  .   i’m  not  meant  to  do  this .     ❜

She’s sitting on the edge of his bed in med-bay, ensuring that the correct amounts of pain medication makes it’s way into his system. It’s worrying that the closest thing to a doctor they have is a fourteen year old pseudo-genius, but Pidge doesn’t mind reading up on how exactly she is supposed to use this alien tech if it means she can help her friends heal a little more naturally than a pod allows. Lance isn’t an ideal patient. He’s unwilling, as they all are, to take the breaks necessary to heal, but Pidge is firm ( and has learned to easily ignore his protests ). Besides, it’s clear in the subtle slurring of his words and the glazing over of his eyes that the painkillers are already taking effect. They’re bound to pull him into some sort of rest, whether he likes it or not.

“Don’t say it like that.” She jokes with him lightly, scrunching up her face in mock-offence. “It makes me sound like I just gave you meth or something.”

a delirious sort of laughter fell from his lips, head rolling about like he was a puppet pulled on strings. dopey was his smile, not at all full of the mischief that normally carried about in his grins, in the smirks & haughty demeanor often displayed for all to see.

        “Meth....sounds like math! I don’t like math. Math’s gross. But you like math, right? So you must be gross too!”

he giggled, shoulders rising & falling with every exhale, before reaching out to attempt to ruffle her hair. attempt, being the operative word, for as soon as he tried to lean forward, he nearly toppled off the bed.

       “Ooops!” 

everything was just so funny. pidge’s hair, his own hands, the bare walls --- 

❝ did’ya really think i’d let you fight by yourself, now, did you ?? ❞

when TASKED with assembling his battalion, steve could think of NONE other who deserved a spot on his team than katie.  they’d practically GROWN up together, the brooklyn beanpoles people called them.  even if they were SMALL &. a little SICKLY ( that was mostly STEVE ), they NEVER abandoned each other in a fight.  no one ELSE would stick up for them, so why not stand up for each OTHER ??  clearly, pidge HADN’T been expecting to see him, or to see him looking like THIS, taller, stronger, &. more ready to FIGHT than ever before.

his steps are RAPID but he does his BEST not to jostle her &. cause MORE pain than she’s ALREADY feeling.  it looks BAD, but steve’s trying DESPERATELY to cling to any scrap of hope.  she’s been SHOT, from what he can tell, nowhere IMMEDIATELY lethal, but given TIME could be DEADLY.  anxiety THRUMS in his veins, making his heart race &. his eyes WATER.  he CAN’T lose her, not like THIS.  but her eyes are CLOSING &. he’s beginning to PANIC.  the medical tent’s in SIGHT, just a little longer, he’s BEGGING her to hold on a little longer, he’s ALMOST there.

but her QUIET &. breathy voice makes him stop, heart nearly STOPPING in his chest.  her HANDS had fallen from the bleeding WOUND in her torso, &. steve had to look HARD to even see if she was breathing anymore.  he COULDN’T lose her, not here, not like THIS.  the military had already taken so MUCH from her, how IRONICALLY fitting it would be for them to take her LIFE as well.  disrupting his thoughts, a tiny, SHAKING hand reaches up, weakly settling on his face &. leaving a CRIMSON smear in its wake.

‘....kick some ass, stevie.....for me.’

&. just like THAT, his friend, no his SISTER, katie’s hand fell from his face, falling LIMPLY to hang over where he HELD her.  she COULDN’T be dead, he wouldn’t LET her.  the shock of seeing the LIFE die in eyes that were once so WARM is numbing, so much so that he doesn’t realize just how much it HURTS.  it’s a PHYSICAL pain, his chest is aching &. throbbing with every BEAT of his heart, as if it wanted to STOP like hers had.  the pain is CRIPPLING &. he cradles her as close as he can, hanging his head.

the pain brings him to his KNEES, the impact making a puddle splash up &. STAIN his uniform, but he can’t find it within himself to CARE.  before he knows it, he’s SOBBING in the pouring rain, rocking a now LIFELESS katie back &. forth.  he’s never FELT pain like this before, not even when his MOTHER died.  but with SARAH, he’d known, he’d been able to PREPARE himself for it.  this was too SUDDEN.  how exactly did you prepare to watch your FAMILY bleed out in your arms ??

as BEST he can, steve COMPOSES himself, eyes dull &. rimmed RED from crying.  the other commandos don’t MENTION it, &. he leaves her BODY with them to take care of.  he has some UNFINISHED business.  with the SERUM in his veins, it’s a SHORT run back &. he hears the sounds of GUNS cocking in his direction.  but he didn’t CARE.

history would remember them BOTH as war heroes.