It's been forever since I've made a chapter for this story. I'm so sorry. This one has a special place in my heart as the 1st story to reach 1,000 hits (views) on AO3! And the fact (as I've stated before) I've been in this fandom since it was 20 days old. I remembered when fics like this were the shit. It was so funny, 'cuz back in the day the fandom was cranking out fics like this willy-nilly. Most of them were Klance (okay all of the ones I've seen had Klance in it. The only one that didn't was Latte [Lance x Matt] but had past Klance) and I recall there being so many that people were confused where they'd come from and who started the trend. (The chat fics I mean.)
Now they're dead tho. I haven't seen a Voltron chat-fic in ages. (Except like 2.)
I planned for this to be a chapter mainly through Shiro's POV, but instead I stopped working on it (after rewriting it because my first attempt was horrendous) and didn't touch it for months. When I got back to it, I didn't remember how I wanted it to play out, so I instead opted for tid-bits of a chapter. :) Welcome to the miscellaneous!
EDIT: So, I rearranged this chapter. When I Initially wrote this, it went like this: Shiro's part, then Lance's and Don's part, then Allura texting Pidge, and lastly Hunk and Keith's part. I'm just rereading though it and realized that in that order it's kinda confusing. Like sure, I said at the top it was miscellaneous and the title of this chapter is 'It All Comes Together' (I took that name from a Creepypasta, I'll be honest.) implying the reader is supposed to try and figure how the order/how it all fits. But...maybe I shouldn't? I though it would be better to make it less confusing because you know, we're all idiots.
Contact: Not your princess
Not your princess: so how was your date?
smol pigeon: it wasn't much of a date.
smol pigeon: We just hanged out and eat food he cooked.
smol pigeon: It was good.
smol pigeon: Course,
smol pigeon: could've been better
smol pigeon: But overall we jut are and talked about random shit. Somehow got on the topic of Keith's Mothman obsession at some point.
Not your princess: Wow, that's it? And Lance said he was a romantic. :/
smol pigeon: I said it wasn't must of a date. We cuddled afterwards though. Is that what you want to hear?
Not your princess: Why yes you're right.
smol pigeon: *rolls eyes*
smol pigeon: Why don't you just watch a TV drama instead if you want romantic stuff?
Not your princess: and stay up all night binge watching a show?
Not your princess: No way. Better lck next time.
Not your princess: I meant luck
smol pigeon: Sure you did.
Not your princess: :[
smol pigeon: :03c
Not your princess: omg I'm taking that
smol pigeon: Wait, no.
smol pigeon: That was a joke.
Not your princess: :03c
smol pigeon: I JUST MADE THAT UP.
Lance looked over at his phone going off with notifications. It kept dinging every couple of seconds. He was sitting on the mini couch, trying to converse with his roommate Don. They were talking of the inconvenience that the microwave had caused at the camp Don went to with a few of his buds. Lance was finding the whole ordeal funny; Don had found it horrifying on the flip side.
Don's eyes trailed over to Lance's personal electronic device. The other couldn't help but to follow his flatmate's gaze, plus the fact it kept dinging at such a rapid rate. God, Don hated that noise. "You should check it." He insisted, with a hint of eagerness in his voice. He wanted that noise to stop. It was pestering.
Lance, getting the message both figuratively and literally; snatches his phone off the coffee table and checks the lock screen. Oh, it's messages from Nyma. He swipes across and taps in his passcode like second nature, as do most people who possess phones. Nyma was spamming him with text in the group chat that only consisted of 3 people. Nyma, Rolo, and himself. Of course, he scrolls pass all the text that look like keyboard smash.
"What is it?" Don inquires, wanting to know what all that fuss was.
"Nyma's texting me. It's spam mostly." He doesn't look up while saying this, and furthermore, he scrolls far enough to where she stops having a seizure at the keyboard. Now, he can made out something legible.
"Nyma?" Don repeats. He hasn't met Lance's friends enough times to memorize who's who. Besides, when his roommate's friend(s) are over, he usually leaves. Honestly Nyma rings a bell, but he still doesn't know who the hell that is.
"Uh." Lance glazes up momentarily from his screen. "The hella tall girl with the uh," he snaps his fingers trying to find the right word to use, "blond hair."
"Oh, right. Her." An image comes to mind for him. Yeah…wasn't she like, mean or something? Nice-mean. Eh, whatever, he doesn't remember. He can't really judge someone he can't remember.
Chatroom: Hey
where are my beads: ok
where are my beads: That's enough.
where are my beads: listen
where are my beads: I got to tell you something.
chocolate rolo: geez
chocolate rolo: I was working on a car, why are you texting the chat
chocolate rolo: ?
chocolate rolo: who are you talking to anyway?
where are my beads: Who do you think? :/
chocolate rolo: Lance.
where are my beads: yup. :)
Sir Lancelot: what's going to
where are my beads: I would just call you otherwise if i just want to talk ta ya
Sir Lancelot: *no
Sir Lancelot: I mean on
where are my beads: I need to tell you something, dun.
where are my beads: Rolo already know s why it is. :)
where are my beads: *what
chocolate rolo: I do?
where are my beads: yes tog do
where are my beads: *you
chocolate rolo: oh
chocolate rolo: okay. See ya I'm busy
Sir Lancelot: Bye?
chocolate rolo: bye lol
where are my beads: lol
Lance looks at his phone, reads the text Nyma sent after Rolo went offline. The boy's eyes widen. This minuscule action doesn't go unnoticed by Don though. "What's wrong?" It was a question. A question that wanted answers. Funny how the question was sentient.
Lance looks at him and the other swears the lanky boy starting sweating. "Uh, nothing much." He pockets his phone, without turning it off, Don notes. "I need to go to my room." Lance's flatmate doesn't get the chance to ask what or why. He just gets up and leaves. Walks into his room and clicks! Locks it. Don is left at the couch alone. Not even the cat was there. She probably was already in the Lance's room napping or something. He glares at the door. He likes the dude, no doubt, but that was just fucking weird. Now though, he has no one to talk to. He didn't even get to tell him about the bear indecent or the mountain lion he and his friends encountered while hiking.
Contact: Red PowerRanger
Red PowerRanger sent a mp3file.
Space Dad: Uhhh.
Space Dad: Keith.
Space Dad: why are you sentinf me the x-files theme song?
Space Dad: I would really like to know.
Space Dad: *sending
Red PowerRanger: :)
Red PowerRanger: because I can't Shiro
Red PowerRanger: *can
Red PowerRanger: I finally cracked the code.
Red PowerRanger: I finally know the truth.
Space Dad: Keith
Space Dad: I love you but please don't do this.
Space Dad: :)
Red PowerRanger: :|
Red PowerRanger: Babe I must. I figured it all out. I'll tell you everything.
Shiro started laughing on the couch of his living room area. He didn't have to be worried about noise anymore as his previous roommate moved out. (He really should be getting on track with finding a person to room with him, but the landlord was fond of him and took pity, so the rent was affordable, cheap even.) However he still needed to be quite enough so that the people living on the other sides of his place wouldn't get annoyed. His free hand covered his mouth, his other was holding his phone that was currently blowing up with messages from his boyfriend. They were about some cover-up the government did on some 'country town' that apparently 'came in contact with aliens'. It was hilarious, interesting, and ludicrous all at the same time. He even italicized and bolded some words or phrases. Classical Keith. If he's not surprising people with his conspiracy theories, it was the fact his favorite animal is a hippopotamus and his spirit animal is a panther. Honestly, it was the funniest thing to him. People were always shocked at the fact he loves hippos. He can't blame them though, he was too when he first found out. It was just so…random.
Shiro was going to wait until Keith was actually done sending his entourage of messages before he would start reading them, he just couldn't keep up. Might as well get water. A water bottle sounded good, it sounded great at the moment. Luckily, he stocked the fridge a few nights ago, so there should be some bottles left in the fridge. Cold, refreshing, and ready to be drank. That's the good stuff. Honestly though.
Hunk looked at his cat, then at Keith. Then back at his cat Yellow, then at Keith. Finally, his eyes landed on his friend's cat, Red. Boy this was weird. First off, Hunk knew Keith was texting Shiro. He didn't know what exactly he was texting; but whatever it was regardless was making him laugh. Not unlike a schoolgirl getting in on gossip that her crush likes her. It's uncanny, almost. "Dude," he couldn't help but laugh, "what are you doing?" He tilted his head towards him. "Are you trolling him?"
Keith took a moment to breath. "What? No." His eyes glance back at the screen of the phone for a few more moments. "Okay, maybe." He snickers again and pushes his bangs out of his eyes. "I think he's taking me seriously." He huffed in an amused state.
Hunk's thought process was…halted for a mere 10 seconds. Honesty, all of this feels like something he would be more likely to do with Lance. Speaking of which, Lance hasn't texted him back in a few days. He dropped by his place yesterday when coming back from the store (he felt like he should at least do the shopping instead of his mother, let her watch her soap-operas and all) and while Don was there, he said he hasn't seen him in 3 days. He appeared to be upset, much to the confusion of the other. At this point, there was a part of his brain that was sure Lance might be involved in some shady shit. Which is why he had Keith over. To talk to him about that. He didn't want to tell Katie, she might get offended for him or something. Maybe not, but better safe than sorry. Besides, at the end of the day Keith was most likely to entertain his idea. After all, the boy does have this huge-ass YouTube channel where he talks about, well, you probably already know what by now. That aside, he was waiting for the right time. "Keith? Are you done yet?" It was meant to be a question, but came out more like a whine.
"I will be."
"That doesn't tell me anything."
He puts his phone down just as it buzzes with a notification. "Okay." He regained his position to face him better. "What is it that you wanted to talk about? So far all we've done is goof off."
"Yeah, I wonder why." It was a sarcastic question, but Hunk was getting to a point. "Anyway, I just wanted to voice some of my concerns to you."
He raised an eyebrow at his friend's wording. He reached over to the table beside the couch and nabbed a cookie. "How so?" He asked and promptly shoveled the baked good in his mouth. Damn. That's heavenly. How is he a friend with such a good cook? It's only his hobby; the boy wants to be an engineer.
Hunk's stare averts looking at Keith. He thinks, he truly thinks about how he's going to say it. How to lay it out. He also wonders what he should expect the reaction to be. "Well, you see…"
Sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm referring to the fact that I accidentally made a subplot within this fic. I guess this fic is about to become more serious. Also, with the addition of a subplot, I suppose this means more writing and less chats. Although don't worry, I'll still incorporate chat logs into this story. :)
I still can't believe I accidentally made a subplot I'm the background just because I wanted to keep continuity. Oh well, get ready for a subplot with Lance, Nyma, Rolo, and Allura. (If it goes accordingly to what I have planned out now [which is pretty shaking right now, may I add] Allura will not have a big a role in it. She'll kinda be cut out. Whoops sorry.)
Anyway, thanks for reading!
