Keith is depressed, he hates college, his life and himself. Lance thinks he works too many shifts delivering for Paladin Palace Pizza but some days it can be oddly enjoyable and when a innocent delivery request sparks his co-works interests, a bet is made that means when Lance delivers to the guy who seems to top every one of their classes, their worlds start to crash together with nothing they can do to escape it. //TRIGGER WARNING// There is talk of self harm and metal illnesses, so if you are triggered by these subjects, please do not read From August the 31st onwards, this full fic has been moved to AO3 leaving this as a preview Link to the full fic: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7921006/chapters/18100027 Obviously, these are not my characters and they belong to the creators of Voltron Cover edited by me but credit to all the images go to original sources

*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385