Adam: *finds a really good parking spot*
Shiro: Heck yeah.
Keith: *from the back, screaming* HECK Y E A H
****
Shiro: *sarcastically* bro.
Pidge: bruh.
Shiro:
Shiro: Bruh.
Pidge: BRuh.
Shiro: BRUH.
Pidge: BRUH!
Pidge: HUNK! BRUH!
Hunk: BRUH!?!?!
****
Lance: Are you super excited to go to Target???
Keith: *delighted gasp*
Keith: No.
****
Pidge: *sitting on Matt's stomach while he's laying on the couch eating breakfast, a dog sleeping between his legs*
Pidge: Down.
Matt: What? You wanna get down?
Pidge: No. Down.
Matt:
Matt: What are you trying to say?
Pidge: Matt. Down.
Matt: Me get down?
Pidge: Ye.
Matt: Uh... well, you're sitting on my stomach and there's a sleeping dog on my legs so... I kinda can't.
Pidge: Oh.
Matt: So, you have two choices. 1, you can stay up here with me and chill out or 2, you can get down by yourself.
Pidge: *gasps* no.
Pidge: *throws a toy at Matt's face and scrambles off*
****
Hunk: Hey, Lance, what do you wanna eat?
Lance: Hon-eeeee.
Hunk: You.. you wanna eat honey?
Lance: *happily* Hon-eeeee!!!
Hunk: *tearing up* Yeah man, okay.
****
Keith: You're my favorite person.
Lance: *tries to bite Keith's finger off*
Keith: Dammit not again Lance.
****
Veronica: Hey, Lance, can you say 'nine'?
Lance: NINE.
Veronica: nic-
Lance: NINE. NINE. NINE. NINE. NINE.
Veronica: Lance, wai-
Lance: NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE-
****
Keith: *loudly and clearly fake laughs*
Shiro: Keith what are you doi-
Keith: HAH. HAHAHAHAHA. HA.
****
Kinkade: Don't eat my shoe.
Griffin: *looks him dead in the eye and starts chompin on the shoe*
Kinkade: *sigh* what did I just tell you not to do.
Kinkade: Please stop eating my shoe?
Griffin: *stops eating shoe*
Griffin:
Kinkade: Thank you.
Griffin: *eats shoe again*
Kinkade: dammit, James.
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Klance oneshots
FanfictionHey. This is a bunch of Klance oneshots because why not? I mean, they're adorable! They're practically canon! So yeah. Yay. Edit: okay so fair warning!!! These are (unsurprisingly) unedited and the first few stories are a little bit cringy, but that...
