AU where shiro is pretty content being boring and single af but his best friend allura is tired of him doing nothin but working and hardly ever leaving his apartment and all she wants is for him to come on a double date w/ keith and her sometimes, c’mon shiro, for the love of christ, it’ll be fun, please, so she signs his ass up for online dating and shiro really isnt feeling it like he tries to talk to some people but the convos are always so forced and ehhh but also he tends to have a lot of trouble w/ the site/app for some reason like he swears it’s a sign for him to delete his damn profile already (but he cant bc allura totally monitors it okay, sometimes she’ll even log in and ‘like’ people for him to get the ball rolling lol) BUT ANYWAY I’M RAMBLIN SORRY so yeah the site/app hates him so he spends a lot of time on the phone w/ customer service trying to fix things (locked out of his acct, billed like 4 times in a row, OH GOD I DIDN’T MEAN TO UPLOAD THAT PICTURE HOW DO I DELETE IT) and the tech support person he always ends up talking to is none other than pidge and honestly it’s… way more interesting to talk to them than to try and force convos with other people using the site, and he kinda tries to find their profile but there isn’t one, and he wants to ask so badly but he’s nervous and oh man, pidge?? sounds so cute when they laughs?? if he uploads this picture of him will they see it the next time they have to help him w/ his acct?? would they say anything?? and alright it’s like 3am and he doesn’t have anything wrong to complain about tonight but if he’s correct pidge should be working, and, hey, i think we all know how the story goes from here :)
(also please imagine allura starting convos w/ other people, pretending to be shiro, all like… smooth and suave and funny and shit, lol. and then when shiro actually sees the convo and goes to pick up where she left off it’s just like – "Hi.” like the charm is gone. it’s deceased. it’s like talking to a fucking insurance adjuster, he’s so bland, lmfaoooo)
When you don’t want posters in your room because you got rid of them because they don’t match your new ‘more grown up’ choice of wallpaper etc. but still want some doctor who stuff in your room so you end up having to make your own posters to match your aesthetic.
“That’s a poor match, Sean Kendrick,“ says a voice at my elbow. It’s the other sister from Fathom & Sons, and she follows my gaze to Puck. "Neither of you are a housewife.” I don’t look away from Puck. “I think you assume too much, Dory Maud.” “You leave nothing to assumption,” Dory Maud says. “You swallow her with your eyes. I’m surprised there’s any of her left for the rest of us to see.”