keith.. something

I asked for prompts and the discord chat demanded pineapple pizza; why I’m still friends with these people I have no idea.

“You ordered what?

Shiro glanced from Keith, down to the open pizza box, and then back.  The white shock of hair flopped kind of adorably into his eyes, wide with confusion and concern, but all susceptibility Keith usually had to adorable Shiro had been completely masked by horror.

“I got… pizza.  You know.  For our game night.”  Shiro blinked slowly, trying for an uncertain smile.

“That… that is not pizza.” Keith let his notebook slide to the table as he peered closer.  To his dismay, the damage had been done to the entire thing, not a safe speck in sight.

“What?  Of course it—“

“Keith?  Is something wrong?”

Both Keith and Shiro turned at the lilting, accented voice, and Allura froze at the pained expression on Keith’s face.  “Oh, my. It can’t be good.”

“Pineapple,” Keith managed to whimper, stepping aside so Allura could see.

“It’s not just pineapple!” Shiro protested as Allura’s face fell.  “There’s ham, too, and…”

He trailed off as Allura’s expression rearranged into something approximating Keith’s.

“How are you dating someone with such terrible taste?” she finally asked, voice flat, as Shiro made a yelping noise of dismay.

“Not sure I will be, after tonight,” Keith grumbled, wrinkling his nose.


Keith made a face, but the distress on Shiro’s voice could break even the sturdiest of men.  With a sigh, he walked over, standing on his toes to press a kiss to the side of his jaw.

“Allura is still going to kill you.”

Shiro turned away from trying to nuzzle Keith’s nose to watch Allura, some of the alarm returning. She didn’t even look up from her phone as she deadpanned, “Yes, yes I am.”

Shiro lowered his voice to a whisper, tone a little fearful.  “What’s she doing with that?”

“Probably finding a loophole in the rules to get you killed more easily,” Keith muttered.  “Don’t piss off the Dungeon Master.”

“That’s Dungeon Queen to you,” she shot back, and Keith made a face. “I am texting Hunk.  If nothing else, he’ll be able to salvage dinner.”

With an expression that resembled nothing else more than a sulk, Shiro closed the pizza box and brought it over to the table.  “Fine. More for me, then.”

“I’m not kissing you if you eat that!” Keith called after him.

anonymous asked:

Would you have any platonic Keith+Pidge headcannons or something to disclose? Pretty please, if you don't mind?

I wrote some last night, friend! Write “platonic kidge” in my Tumblr search and you should find it. :D



and no I don’t think I’ll ever get over the fact that he’s a leap year baby 

Like hell the red lion is gonna let keith go so easily

bonus: black paladin, out. *throws double peace signs*


Lost in space and lost from their families.

At least they have each other, and sometimes that is the only thing they can hang on… and give each other some hope.

Pidge and Lance relationship could go to so many places :’0

Since one anon suggested Lance and other anon suggested Pidge in the same color palette, I just mixed them and…got carried away.

Shiro wanted something big and Keith did not disappoint. Keith gave him the biggest sunflower he could find and Shiro died laughing. How can he possibly love this guy even more? So pure, too good for this world. ಥ_ಥ Redbubble  


headcanon that lance is actually really good at grooming others bc he grew up in such a large family. it definitely comes in handy when they’re all in the middle of space w/o any hair stylists nearby

+ bonus pigtail party: