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it’s the blorbos!! according to my brain!!!!!!
#pls accept them im cowardly ;-;#matt could STILL have more pudge#lietprucan#if there is one lietprucan supporter in the world that person is me#if there are TWO it’s me and eddy#for reference im five three and would fall somewhere around gil’s ear#prucan#lietpru#lietcan#ALL the tags they’re all in love#!!!!!!!!!#my art#hetalia headcanons#hws canada#hws prussia#hws lithuania
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Training Troubles
Izuku jumps forward first, making to strike him in the center, and his boss easily side steps his incoming attack, smacking him on the bottom with the flat of his sword lightly, leaving the teen feeling flustered and rubbing at his stinging bottom.
“You’re too eager.” Keigo turns, twirling his feather sword in his hand skillfully. “You’re not focusing on the weak side.”
“You’re just better then me!” He gripes. “You’ve had more practice!”
“Be that as it may,” the hero shakes his head lightly. “You’re still too eager. You need to focus on your opponents weakside, mine is the left, my right hand is my dominant hand, my left is my weakside. You can’t always just jump into it, you have to be more strategic then that,” he lowers his position. “Again.”
Izuku falls into a similar position, his muscles on a hair line trigger, and he jumps forward again. This time he aims for the left, just like the man had said, but his attack is met on equal standing and parlayed, the hero circles their swords around, and disarms him in one foul move, and kicks his foot out from under him, sending him falling backwards onto the matt under them.
“I could see which direction you were going, your foot twitched to the right before you jumped forward, that’s a giveaway.”
“This is useless!” He just flops back onto the matt, letting his arms fall outwards, glaring up at the ceiling above them. “You’re just better than I am! I’m never going to get one on you!”
“I’ve had more training, nestling, yes, but you’ve got skill in your own right.” Keigo returns the long feathers to his wings. “You’d be better at this if you weren’t so unfocused.” He crosses his arms loosely and nudges him in the side with his toes. “You’re too flustered. You need to calm down. You’ll get the upper hand if you focus on it.”
“I’m not flustered!”
“Oh, you most certainly are, fledgling,” he points a finger down at him. “That snark right there is the only evidence I need to know you are. You need to take a deep breath and calm down.”
The boy throws a hand up at him. “That’s easy for you to say!”
Keigo smiles. “Do you need help calming down?”
“I don’t need help with anything!”
“I’ll help you calm down.” Izuku glares at the man as he comes to loom over him, feet parted at his hips, and comes to kneel over top of him. “I’ve been wanting to test this out anyways, no better opportunity then right now.”
Izuku tilts his head to the side. “Test what out?”
His hero smiles at him playfully. "If you're ticklish or not."
His eyes widen quickly, and he shakes his head, squirming under him for freedom, but his fingers curl around his sides and he falls still. "Sure, I believe that." There's sarcasm dripping from his tone as he speaks this false assurance. "If you're not ticklish, then this won't bother you in the slightest."
Izuku's eyes widen comically, and he bursts into a fit of laughter, when he spiders his fingers up his sides quickly. Keigo smiles down at him, fond amusement shining in his eyes at the display, and he stills his fingers if only for a moment. "You little liar." He squirms and laughs when he spiders his fingers back down his sides just as quickly. "You know what I do to little liars, like you?"
He giggles at the tingly sensations shooting up and down his sides, despite the man's fingers being still. "Nohohoho."
The hero chuckles in playful evilness and settles down onto his knees, straddling his hips with his legs, and leans over him just a bit more. "I give them a good tickle torture." And spiders his fingers up and down his sides quickly. Izuku shrieks, bursting into bright laughter, and squirms under his restraint around his waist. The little space between his hero's legs and his hips allows him to twist and turn, up onto his right side, but it does nothing to inhibit the hero. He simply accommodates the new position by wiggling ten fingers into his left side, it brings forth another shriek, and he squirms under him like a worm, batting at his hands desperately. "You want me to focus on your left, you wiggly little birdy, I can do that for you." His fingers circled around, moving passed each other up and down, wiggling in the back of his side, he arches his back in ticklish agony, and then down the side of his tummy. The fingers scribbling down his tummy brings another shriek and bright bubbly laughter erupts from him. "Oh, ho, does someone have a ticklish little tummy?" He claws his hand into his tummy, and he squeals brightly, his boss laughs at his ticklish misery, and vibrates his fingers into his tummy deeper. "We'll have to check that out next, then, it needs some loving." Izuku shrieks, even when the hands pull away from his side and tummy, when fingers curl around his left wrist. "What about under here?" he lifts his arm with ease, holding it above his head, and pokes a finger of his free hand into the hollow of his underarm. Izuku shrieks again, tugging at his arm, trying to pull it from his grasp and slam it back down. "Oh, someone has ticklish little armpits too."
Keigo smiles at the mess he's making of his only little assistant son, wiggling his finger into his hollow a bit deeper, chuckling in amusement when he squeals brightly and tugs desperately on his captured arm. "I'm only using one finger and you're a mess." He stills his wiggling finger, sticking a second one into the ticklish little underarm. "What happens if we introduce another?" He wiggles both fingers around and Izuku squeals again and wiggles under him some more, arching his back lightly, he reaches around with his other hand desperately as he tries to grad his two fingers. "This is precious." He lets go of his wrist and shoots his hands back down to his sides, digging into the muscle meanly, and his kid arches his back again as he shrieks in laughter. "Tickle, tickle, tickle, hatchling."
"Dahahahaddy!"
The hero grins and takes it in stride. "Yes, little guy, how can I assist you?"
"Tihihihickles! Tihihihiickles!"
"I know it does, baby bird, that's what I'm trying to do."
Izuku manages to turn back onto his back, dislodging his fingers from his side, and gulps in mouthfuls of air, residual giggles making his belly quiver. He chuckles at him, lifting his hands above his belly, and wiggles his fingers slowly. "Time for some tummy torture now?" The young assistant's eyes shoot to his fingers and his giggles intensify, he takes a deep shaky breath as he sucks in his belly, trying to keep it away from his hero's wiggling fingers as much as he can. His fingers press into his belly, and his breath hitches, in the bubble of air he holds in his mouth. Keigo chuckles in playful cruelty and looms over him, peering down into his bright, shining eyes. “Are you ready for it?" A few giggles escape his clamped lips and he shakes his head quickly. "I have years of tummy torture to catch up on." He drums his fingers against the sides of his belly, and more and more giggles escape him, a tight smile spreading over his clenched lips. "Don't hold those adorable little giggles away from me, now, I love them." He wiggles his fingers into the quivering belly under him and the giggles increase in volume. "I said to let me hear those giggles, you stubborn little thing." He claws his fingers into the slight pudge of baby fat and the boy throws his head back and squeals in laughter. "That's much better."
He scribbles his fingers in a circle, his assistant laughing like crazy, throws his hips this and that, bucking himself as best as he can off the soft grass under him, he can feel his legs kicking behind him. He pinches at the pudge of baby fat and Izuku shrieks, with every single pinch, and then claws his fingers back in again, and he screams in laughter once more, batting weakly at his hands. He leans over him, digging his fingers in sharply, and he screams under his torture, throwing his head back again as he clenches his eyes shut. "That's it, laugh, hatchling, laugh your little heart out. Coochie, coochie, coo."
"Dahaha! Daahahhaddy! Dahahahaadddyyy! Behehehehelly! Beheheheelly!"
"What about your belly?"
"HUhuhuhuhurts! Huhuhurts!"
He stops suddenly, and his son's chest heaves for breath, and he tugs his tunic upwards to reveal the shaking pale belly from underneath. "You're little belly hurts, I can fix that." Fingers curl into his hair when he shoots down and starts pressing kisses all over the belly surface, blowing a raspberry here and there, tugging at his hair desperately. Behind him, his legs kick wildly, his laughter falling silent as he throws his head back, and Izuku feels his eyes burn with unshed tears.
He's never laughed this much in his lifetime, it feels liberating, his hero's playful torture is brutal, but it's fun at the same time. All he can do is laugh and laugh and laugh, jolting with every raspberry, screaming with laughter, silent bouts of it intermixed when he nibbles playfully at his slight baby pudge.
#ler!hawks#ler!takamikeigo#mha takami keigo#lee!deku#lee!midoriya#mha hawks#parental hawks#tickle fic#tickle monster hawks#ticklish!deku
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It's tradition! (Oc monster story)
The sun was setting and there was a chill in the air as the five new kids to Florence middle school met up with some of the 7th graders.
These five had been transferred to the new school after their old one had been shut down due to small class sizes and since they had joined up in the middle of October, they hadn't been part of the yearly ritual that apparently ALL sixth graders had to go though.
The ritual sounded dumb and made up to all five of the new boys, but they were eager to fit in feeling like outsiders in the much bigger school. Said ritual involved two things:
The first part was spending the night at the old Spencer mansion. All five boys had camped out in the woods over night so they weren't too worried about that. It was the second part that they weren't looking forward to.
See, the only thing the boys would be allowed to wear while spending the night was their shirts, socks, sneakers.... and 2 thick diapers that would be taped and signed at the waist to make sure there was no cheating.
They WERE free of course not to do it, but it was made clear they should expect to be ignored and met with disdain for not doing something that countless boys in the past had done, the girl's of course had their own ritual.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the big babies for the night." Tony, 7th grade leader said, with amusement in his voice. "I was starting to wonder if you were gonna chicken out."
"Like heck we would!" Matt huffed, being the smallest of the group he was used to lots of teasing and didn't handle it well.
"Easy Matt." David, the tallest and strongest of the group said, putting a hand on his cousins shoulder.
With their parents being so close it often fell to David to rein him in, or failing at that keep him from getting his butt kicked.
The other three didn't have much to say, and just stood there waiting to be told what to do next.
It lived in the basement of the mansion though it considered all of it to be it's home, and every year it found itself forced to hide as the insolent humans invaded for one night a year. It only allowed this to happened because it's existence relied on human's not knowing it was here and it made do with stalking those who came into it's home alone.
The 20-30 young males that would waddle around it's home was too many for it to hunt and be sure it could take care of, but as the doors opened and mere five entered the creature laughed to itself. A lesson would be taught, and it would be a dark one indeed. it would finish these boys off as it had others, they would be left for others to find, to scare them from coming to it's home ever again. Sliding along the floor and looking like a dark green slime it oozed it's way into a heating duct.
the hunt was on.
The boys were all too embarrassed to stay close together once inside, and agreed to go off and fine somewhere to sleep for the night on their own. they had a cooler with them they left in the living room of the old place, filled with bottles of milk and some snacks (the 7th graders weren't heartless after all)
Knowing that other boys had spent the night none of them were scared of any dangers and only David and Matt headed off together, David refusing to let the shorty out of his sight.
Mike had never been the most athletic of kids and had a bit of pudge on him, and as he waddled down the hall of the east side on the ground floor he had to keep reaching back and tugging out a diaper wedgie. The boys had been given flashlight since the place hadn't been on the grid for ages and Mike played the light on the walls now wondering if maybe he should of asked to got with David and Matt as he chewed his bottom lip. His brown hair was mating up despite the chill since unknown to the others, he still had to sleep with a night light.
"There's nothing to fear.. it's gonna be ok." Mike was repeating to himself softly as he spotted what looked like a old guest room.
the bed looked okish, though there was some sort of a shiny green sheet on it that seemed to dance in the light of his flashlight.
raising a eyebrow he moved in for a closer look, reaching out with a hand when the so called sheet came to life and lunged at him, wrapping around his face before he could scream and then it was pressing itself in his ears and..and..
The creature smirked, this one had been almost too easy and it found itself hoping the others would put up at least a little bit of more of a fight.
As the now nearly mindless human babbled and drooled, the creature took notice he was already soiling himself and moved on, there was still more prey to be found.
Travis had picked the upper east side and barely bothered with his flashlight. he was using to pitch black room and besides, more starlight shone in though the windows here. super lanky he had to actually keep reaching down to tug his diapers up, almost wishing they had down more tape.
"wouldn't that be just my luck, the stupid thing fall's off on it's own but I'm labeled a cheater." Travis muttered, before going to walk into what looked like a old game room.
he'd only taken a few steps though before shrieking and brushing at his normally dirty blond hair, as it was coated with spider webs he hadn't spotted and he was totally terrified of spiders.
Cursing and swearing, and positive he could feel them in his hair he took off running for the central stair case and was in such a panic he didn't see Lance until he'd almost run into the cue-ball.
"Hey! what's wrong?! I heard you yelling!" the wanna be wrestle asked, though his figure left much to be desired for his chosen field.
"Freaking spider's man! a ton of them! they're all in my hair an-" Travis was ranting and wiping at his hair.
"Dude relax, you got them all." Lance said, shining his light on Travis head then adding. "Sheesh, just spiders? You almost made me wet myself!"
Travis went to say something snarky when he realized that his own diaper was in fact damp and just shut up, hoping Lance wouldn't notice.
"..maybe splitting up wasn't a good idea. come on, let's go find Mike and the three of us can hang out. don't want anymore spider's to attack you." Lance teased and started down the stairs.
Travis just huffed and glared till Lance called back.
"Come on soggy butt!"
"...I hate that guy."
The two boys walked down the way Mike had come and though they called his name he didn't answer, something that had both of them on edge.
they could hear a gentle babbling like a baby would make but in the end they smelled Mike before they saw him.
He was still in the bedroom where unknown to the boys he'd been attacked and was laying on his back, babbling and drooling and trying in vain to get his foot up to his mouth.
"Uhhh Mike? Buddy? Yooou ok?" Travis asked, holding his nose and moving in to check on the little butter ball.
Shining his light on Mike's face, they could see his eyes were glazed over and Travis turned to Lance.
"Do you think he had a magic mushroom or something?"
"Who the hell is gonna sell shrooms to a 11 year old, and where would he get the money?" Lance pointed out."Maybe he just hit his head or something.Come on, help me get him to the living room, we can ask the 7th graders for help."
It watched with interest as two of the prey helped a fallen one, they couldn't of known there was no help for their fallen friend but it followed them, going along the ceiling silently and would let then reach the end of the hall before strike, giving one of them a porting chance to get outside.
With each of them supporting Mike, it was slow going but they were making it, till just as they were reaching the end of the hallways something out of a horror movie dropped down in front of them.
Travis dropped his side of Mike and took off running, any bravo he'd once had ending up in his diaper as he was again wetting himself as he ran as fast as he could, looking for somewhere to hide.
he did happen to look over his shoulder and saw the slime monster wrap itself around Lance's head, ignoring his attempts to peel it off and seemingly toying with him and he stumbled back and forth before slumping to the floor.
getting to a room at the end of the hall, Travis opened it and slammed the door behind him, though before the door had closed he'd heard two things.
the sound of Lance filling his diapers and a monstrous laughing.
The two brain drained ex prey's gurgled and babbled to each other, clearly not bothered but the smell they were making and harmless enough.
The creature thought about what to do next. already two of it's prey was gone, and a third knew of it, and was terrified. It could go after the other two, having already noted where they were and let this one fall into a false sense of security but then again it might make it outside.
choice made it went into the vents once again and headed towards the scared one.
Travis was curled up in the corner of the room, a old library and of course it didn't have any windows in it.rooting around for something to defend himself with he'd grabbed the biggest and heaviest book he could find and waited for the ..whatever the hell that thing was to come and get him.
"This isn't happening. this isn't real. you're just having a nightmare.." Travis mewed to himself, trying to calm his breathing and it was almost working.
till the thing flowed out of a vent in the floor, laughing as it rushed toward him. With nothing to lose Travis launched the book at the monster and it simply passed though it, and made the beast laugh harder.
All he could do was scream as loud as he could before it was on him, draining his brain and making anther permanent diaper filling moron.
"Hey David, did you heard that?" Matt asked, tilting his head as David made them a make shift bed out of blankets and pillows.
"I didn't hear anything and neither did you. Look just be good, stay by me and try not to be a pain in the ass for ONCE in your life." the bigger boy sighed.
though his back was turned to him, David knew that Matt was sticking his tongue out and flipping him off at the moment and wondered if maybe he shouldn't just give the brat a good old fashioned spanking.
the crinkling around his hips reminded him why such a thing would be pointless, and so he just got back to work.
they were in a landry room of sorts and while Matt had complained about not snagging a bedroom David had been correct in assuming they'd find enough clean bedding to fashion a comfy bed for the two.
"I'm borrrrred!" Matt declared, rocking on his heels and semi shaking his diaper butt, out of all them he was the one most used to diapers having been in bed time diapers till half way though grade five.
"well I'm sorry, but they didn't exactly let us bring game boys in." David snapped, finishing up with the bed and standing back to look his work over. "Well, what do yo-"
he had started to ask then yelped and jumped as Matt swatted his diapered ass.
"Ya did real good..heh..did I make you wet?" Matt asked, smirking and winking.
"Keep going brat and they'll never find the body." David growled, then as a wet farting sound was heard he asked with a look of amusement on his face. "..Matt did I just make you crap yourself?!"
"S-Shut up! it's not funny!" Matt huffed even as he squatted down, balling up his fists and pushing.
"Awww such a good widdle diaper dumper." David teased and patted Matt's head then easily caught the punch the brat went to though. "Watch it short stack, or you'll be getting a poopie butt spanking."
"T-That's not fairrrrr!" Matt wailed and plopped on his butt, kicking his feet and having a fit even as he kept pooping.
The creature paused as it came into the landry room, it could of sworn it hadn't attacked either of these two yet but the sounds and smells coming from one of them would beg to differ.
It had been some time since it's had a chance at multiple prey so maybe it had just lost count in it's excitement.
either way there was still one brain left to drain of that sweet sweet intellect and it saw no point in putting it off any longer.
Matt was to busy bawling like a big baby to notice the approach of the monster at first and David was too busy leaning down and taunting the little stinker to notice it at all.
it had come up from a floor drain and was rapidly heading for David and Matt honestly tried to warn him, but all he could do was point and try to sound the words.
"Awww, whats wrong BABY Matt?" David taunted.
"Mo..mo..mo.."
"Awww, are you trying to ask for momm-" David would never get to finish his sentence as the ooze monster wrapped itself around his head and went to work.
the landry room had had it's own grid and so the lights were on, meaning that Matt could watch as parts of the ..the THING reached into his cousins forehead.
shutting his eyes and wetting his diaper Matt rocked back and forth, hearing more farting and the sound of David messing himself and then falling to the bed he'd made.
opening his eyes and thumb in his mouth, and drool trailing down his chin Matt saw the slime monster in front of him, but it seemed ..uncertain.
figuring sucking up was the way to go, Matt tried his 'I'm so cute you can't be mad' smiles and tried to talk, but he was so scared the words came out in a babble much like David's now were.
It seemed satisfied with his efforts however and oozed away, going back down the pipe and leaving Matt alone with his now brainless cousin.
"it..it must of thought it already got me!" Matt said..then let out a nervous laugh.
he was gonna make it out of this, he'd go and get the FUCK out of hear, screw everyone outside watching, and just go and get the cops, the army, the 82nd airborne and have them kill whatever the hell that thing was.
He did toy with trying to get David out with him, but he was clearly a lost cause and likewise the other boys had either already been attacked or it was going after them and that meant he had cover.
was it selfish? Yeah, but he wasn't about to be monster food!
getting to his feet best he could, he took off running as fast as his little legs and filled diapers would let him, going for the exit.
With all five of the boys drained, the creature was content to go to sleep and let them be found in the morning, or it would of been had it not detected the sounds of running
none of the prey should be able to run in their current states and all at once it realized that it had been tricked.
fury filled it and it raced to cut the last of the prey off, erupting from a vent in the entrance hallway and wrapping itself around the last prey's head, taking more from him then it had the others. they would at least be able to rebuild their minds in 10, 20 years but this one! this one had tried to trick it and would be a mindless pants shitter for the rest of his life.
Sliding away back to it's resting place, the creature was pleased with itself.
By the time the boys were found in the morning, no one could really figure out exactly just WHAT had happened. the diaper tradition was of course know to most locals, but no one had ever been found like THIS before.
Doctors ran tests and in the end the best thing anyone could figure out, was all five boys had been scared so badly their minds had just shut down.
No charges were pressed since the boys had willingly gone into the house but after that the tradition had been put to a end, and the door's to the mansion had been nailed shut to keep kids out.
Of course the creature wasn't bothered by the shut doors, it had other ways of getting out and whenever it got hungry enough, it was willing to travel to feed, it's preferred course now being diaper boys.
So take this as a warning to all of you goo goo gaga baby butts, be careful what you wear when you go to sleep..and Sweet dreams~
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I Like Boys
A Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers Story
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Pairing: Stucky | Word Count: 2256 | Warnings: Language
Based on the Todrick Hall song I Like Boys
A/N: With all the crazy in the world right now, I thought we could all use a little something fun and fluffy. This is my first Pride fic, please be kind as I did my absolute best. Love who you love, people. There’s nothing greater in life.
This fic is for @magellan-88 who inspires me even when she doesn’t intend to.
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James Buchanan Barnes was ninety-seven years old when his Hydra programming finally broke. He spent two years running from his best friend, another two in cryo, and five after that apparently blipped into nothing. After the fight - were, somehow, they all came out alive - Bucky decided, fuck it!
How many times had he almost died? How many chances had he had? How many more would he waste before finally living his best life?
So he retired—sort of.
There was no such thing as "retiring" when your idiot best friend continued to throw himself out of planes and into the line of fire on a regular basis, but Steve did slow down. He took on a more managerial role, was promoted to "General" for his service, and spent his days sitting on his ass behind a desk.
Bucky liked him there. He liked having Steve unbruised and unbusted at the end of the day, saunter through the door to their joint living space and holler, "Honey, I'm home!"
It was a joke on the blond's part that was wearing thin, for when Bucky decided to live his best life, he'd begun to do some research about what that meant. Be true to you was a big part of it. But to be true to himself, he had to be honest with himself, and honesty meant admitting he'd been in love with Steven "is this a test" Rogers for most of his natural life.
Sadly, Steve liked girls. Case in point, one Peggy "gonna bust some balls" Carter.
Bucky couldn't exactly compete with that. She was one classy dame, and it hurt him to know that Steve would likely never move on. This era and it's dating rituals had thrown Cap for a loop. Women were too forward, and Steve - surprisingly - too shy to dive into the world of casual dates and sex.
For Bucky, it was different. He liked boys. There, he'd said it, but he still hadn't said it to Steve. Natasha, however, was a different story. She'd grown used to him sighing and pining on her shoulder. She said she hated it - she didn't - but she bitched enough for both of them.
Then she took him shopping.
While he was standing in some place called Sephora with miles of makeup and aisle of perfume that kind of made him want to sneeze, he had the shock of his life. All this "girly" crap everywhere, but in the middle of it was a guy? A cute guy. With well-groomed hair and this fabulous winged eyeliner - nothing like his Hydra days - wearing really cute skinny jeans and glitter on his cheeks.
Enchanted, Bucky left Natasha's side and slowly made his way over. The guy, man, guy he wasn't sure, looked up and flashed him a smile.
"Help you, honey?"
Bucky blinked. He had fantastic skin. "You're so shiny." A flush immediately reddened his face.
But Sephora Guy, whose name ended up being Ben, laughed and lightly patted his arm. "Aw, thanks, sweets. You looking for some skin care tips?"
Bucky nodded, unsure what else to do.
"Honey, you came to the right fella!"
Ben grabbed his wrist and led him to a chair where he bid Bucky sit. For the next hour, he was educated on everything from moisturizer to foundation to why Ben wore makeup. They talked about hair care, skin care, and what it meant to be "out" with such enthusiasm. Bucky had never spoken so candidly with anyone about his sexuality and found it enlightening.
He left the shop with five hundred dollars worth of product, a list for the hair salon, and a bunch of links to reputable websites if Bucky had more questions.
The smug on Natasha said she set him up, but he didn't care. He'd had the best day.
And when everything wound up on the counter in his and Steve's shared bathroom, Steve only arched a brow, smiled, and said nothing.
Bucky continued to learn, research, and occasionally visit the mall to have coffee with Ben or his partner Matt. They were always kind, never impatient, and easy-going. He'd begun to wonder if they hadn't realized who he was until one day he asked, and they both looked at him with amused smiles.
"Metal arm, slightly brooding, runs around after a "little punk" but now with a much better skin routine? Honey. Please," Ben snorted.
After, Bucky began to explore and try new things. He cooked, found a love for baking, and especially loved baking for Steve. The man refused to slow down, so it never affected Steve's physique, but Bucky found he was a little bit softer around the middle, his face fuller, his body less hard, and he liked it.
It was nice not to be combat-ready all the time. Sure he could strap on the black and spend nine hours running down Hydra, that hadn't changed, but he had the smallest pudge of a belly, a soft little roll that he loved.
Then, out of the blue, Natasha introduced him to roller derby.
Bucky was thrilled! He'd never seen anything so flashy, showy, violent in all his life that was meant to be fun! Oh, sure he'd watch the wrestling that showed up on TV, but he felt most of that was so phony. This? This was chaos. This was mayhem.
This was freaking awesome!
And the women were great. They were loud and boisterous, or sweet and shy, but when they put on their gear, they all became demons. Natasha occasionally trained with the group known as Red's Devils, a group of women from difficult circumstances she sponsored during the blip. It gave the ladies an outlet for grief, anger, pain that they wouldn't have had otherwise.
Once they met him, they'd put him in a pair of roller skates and dragged him around the track. Of course, with the serum and his enhanced body, getting his balance and figuring out how to move on wheels was cake, and soon he was skating around the room, learning neat tricks and tips from the women catcalling and laughing along with him
Bucky loved it.
Finally, after seventy years as a Hydra pawn and all the crap that came afterward, he'd figured it out, found himself, and was happy. The only thing he wasn't satisfied with was Steve.
It was getting harder and harder to pretend like he didn't tent his pants every time the big dumb blond wandered through the apartment in a towel. Or that "Honey, I'm home!" didn’t make his damn heart flutter. Some days it hurt to look at his stupid beautiful face and not want to kiss it. Or punch it.
He swore Steve's shirts were getting tighter. Sometimes, it felt like his eyes lingered.
The shit was messing with his head, dammit!
Then, just as the world was getting it's shit back together, the pandemic happened. Covid 19 struck, and everything stopped. The world stood still, went into lockdown, and Bucky wanted to slam his head on the wall.
He had been going to his first Pride event with Ben and Matt, ready to step outside and be who he was, while those who didn't approve could kiss his lily-white ass. He was going to tell Steve. He was going to stop hiding, conforming, resiting who he was. And it all went to shit thanks to a fucking virus.
He was pissed! It wasn't fair! He'd been so prepared.
Natasha found him pouting on the couch in the common area of the now mostly empty compound. Anyone who could go home was sent home, leaving them running a skeleton crew of people, and forcing as much separation as possible.
She flopped down mostly on top of him. "Why so glum, chum?"
"Pride's cancelled," he muttered.
She snorted. "No, it's not."
He rolled his eyes. "We're under a shelter in place order, Natalia."
"I'm aware, Barnes," she huffed. "But Pride isn't cancelled. Just because you can't strut down the street waving a rainbow flag doesn't stop what this month is about. It's about you, celebrating you, and all the people who came before you who fought, screamed, raged against injustice and in some cases, died to be able to stand up proudly and say I'm gay, I'm bisexual, I'm transgender. You can't go out. That doesn't mean you can't celebrate."
She patted his chest and left him sitting there to think about what she said.
***
The music that pounded through the compound jerked Steve's head up. Reports forgotten, he rose and went to look out his office door, only to gape in shock as Bucky, wearing the shortest, tightest, black shorts he'd ever seen and a cropped top that showed off his cute little belly, rolled by on roller skates. He'd cut his hair not long ago, his interest in styling it a new hobby. Right now, it was fluffed high and held there with wax, looking soft and shiny and pretty as hell. Glitter sparkled on his cheeks, on his lashes, and glossed his lips.
He smirked as he rolled by, blue eyes amused. "Close your mouth, Rogers."
Steve swallowed thickly and followed Bucky down the hallway. Those shorts should be illegal. The top wasn't much better. The cropped top was blue, sleeveless, showing off defined muscles and metal arm. His skin freaking glowed against the blue.
It was seriously unfair how hot his best friend was, and Steve thanked his lucky stars he'd worn sweats and underwear today that helped disguise the tent forming in his pants.
When Bucky stooped to pick up a big ass rainbow flag, Steve's jaw dropped. He knew what June first represented, how did Bucky?
Like a moth to a flame, Steve followed Bucky into the common room where Bucky was skating in happy circles, singing along to the music.
"I like boys, I like pecs, like them arms when they flex. Like that print in them sweats. Tell them, girls, "Thank you, next." I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em, like them abs when there's six of 'em. Tell them girls I'm sorry; I like boys, Mama, boys like me."
Steve's jaw dropped. His mind refused to compute what he was hearing. It blue screened, whited out, and returned in time to watch Bucky drop it low and twerk like he'd done it all his life.
"I like when they shake it, shake it. I like when they grind real slow. I like when they almost naked. Tell dad I'm so homo. Lights off, doors shut. Tall, dark, clean-cut. Thick with a bubble but. Yup, Mama, I like boys."
A sound like a fax machine escaped his throat as Bucky danced, shook his ass, swung his hips, and sent Steve's mind so far into the gutter he wondered if it would ever come out.
"Bitch, B to the O to the Y to the S, Boys will be boys, and with boys, I'm obsessed. Boys in their gym clothes, boys in a dress, and if boys are a crime, then I'm under arrest. 'Cause I've been boy crazy since the boy scouts. Fuck the closets, let the boys out. Don't be a camel when you are a llama, period. No comma, bring on all the drama. Mama, I like boys, I like pecs, like them arms when they flex. Like that print in them sweats. Tell them girls, "Thank you, next." I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em. Like them abs when there's six of 'em. Tell them girls I'm sorry; I like boys, Mama, boys like me."
The music continued to play, but Bucky rolled away from the window, leaving the flag he'd been carrying behind on the couch when he skated up to Steve and stopped. On the skates, Bucky was inches taller and caused Steve to tilt his head back to look up at him as he had when they were kids.
"So," Bucky murmured, a blush under the glitter and eyes suddenly shy and uncertain. "I like boys."
Steve's heart clenched. Before he could stop himself or second guess what he was doing, his hand shot out, grabbed the back of Bucky's neck, and dragged his friend down in a kiss that had been pent up for almost a century.
Bucky squeaked, flailed once, almost rolled away, and finally wrapped his arms around Steve in a near bone-crushing hug. Lips slanted, mouths softened, parted, inhaled, changed the angle and softened.
Tingles raced through Steve's body as he kissed Bucky, his Bucky, pouring every bit of emotion he felt into it. Then, he nipped his teeth into Bucky's lip and slowly pulled away.
"I'm bisexual," Steve murmured. "I've known for years."
"You punk-ass piece of shit! Why didn't you say something?" Bucky barked, but Steve noticed he didn't let go.
"There wasn't time." He gently squeezed Bucky's nape. "And how do you tell your best friend in the whole world you've been in love with him your entire life?"
"Steve…" Bucky whispered, resting their foreheads together. "You're an idiot."
Steve kissed him again because there was no refuting that logic.
***
From the second-floor observation deck, Natasha turned her phone camera from the scene below to her grinning face. The live stream event had hearts and comments blowing up her Instagram. "Happy Pride everyone. If those two old farts can figure it out, anyone can."
She blew a kiss at the camera and ended the stream.
-The End-
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It snowed as they slept, a tangle of limbs. Lance fell asleep in the bath, Keith carrying him back to the bed where he stripped off the dirty quilt and roused Lance enough to coax him under the blankets. They’d woken some time before dawn, the sex slow, sleepy and sweet, before falling back to sleep holding each other. Waking the following morning, Lance was shaking with the cold. Keith tucking the blankets around him as he fetched their gear from outside. Everywhere was dyed white. The lights on in the main cabin, but it was too early to human. Keith grabbing up their things and darting back inside, it was fucking freezing out there, barely past dawn. Sleepily Lance called to him
“Babe?”
“I’m here”
He wasn’t about to wander off naked
“It’s cold”
“I know, I’m coming back to bed now”
“‘kay... miss you”
Lance was still cold when it came time actually get up. Keith running them a warm bath. His boyfriend clinging to him as he carried him into the bathroom. He liked Lance being clingy, but those fingers of his were no joke. Getting Lance into the bath, his boyfriend whined softly when Keith didn’t join him right away. Keith hadn’t had his coffee yet, the fact Lance wasn’t dropped was a birthday miracle. Maybe he was magically cured... Nah. That wasn’t going to happen over night
“It’s alright, babe. I’m going to grab us some clothes to wear”
“Mmm, okay... but don’t be too long”
Heading back into the bedroom, Keith dumped their things out on their bed, finding Lance had hidden his present to him under all their clothes. He didn’t want to open it. Not yet. Not until he was awake to function. It was hard to ignore though. Lance had really nice handwriting, his name on a little gift card signed from his boyfriend with a heart. Forcing himself to grab them something to wear, he came back to the bathroom with the gift still on his mind. In his absence Lance started dozing in the tub... looking adorable as he did, surrounded by the bubbles that came from the provided body wash.
Joining Lance led to bath sex... Lance’s skin smooth and oily from the bubble bath, his boyfriend whining softly at the hot water slipping inside of him, not that that stopped him. It was slow sex with plenty of kisses and Lance doing the hard work. It’d taken him three and a half weeks to be intimate with Lance again. He regretted not being ready sooner, especially in the wake of Lance’s breakdown, yet his boyfriend had calmed a lot since he’d started rubbing and touching his stomach more. They were being those kinds of parents, taking photos weekly as Lance’s stomach began to grow. Not that you could tell at the moment. The small amount of pudge still looked as if Lance had eaten too much, not that he was carrying a baby. He got what Lance meant about being physical, but he was also kind of glad they hadn’t rushed into immediately upon finding out they were expecting.
Lance was more awake after they’d had sex. His boyfriend dried his hair, then wanted to dry him down, peppering kisses to Keith’s scars. Lance never pushed on them, instead he seemed to know that some had stories Keith wanted forget. His kisses like he was trying to heal the hurt behind them. When they were dressed, and Lance had had his vitamin injection, Keith carried him to the main cabin seeing they’d left Lance’s boots their the previous night, Lance holding on for dear life as Keith’s pre-coffee clumsy was strong.
In the main cabin breakfast was underway. Pidge nursing her coffee as she sat at the dining table. Kosmo was already making a pest of himself as Hunk and Shay made breakfast, his dog lolling his head back to acknowledge their existence but the call of bacon was too strong. Matt and Rieva were in front of the fireplace. Shiro and Curtis cuddles up on the sofa. This was nice... nice, but Keith felt kind of left out seeing they were the last to arrive
“We thought about sending a rescue party to find you”
Lance climbed out of his hold, shivering as his feet touched the cold wood floors
“Totally my fault. Needed a bath to warm up... stupid snow”
Lance flashed their friends a smile. Keith feeling worse about things seeing it was fake... Keeping up appearances was hard and unfair. Shiro chuckled
“It’s a cold one. Matt and Rieva were straight in front of the fireplace. There’s coffee left for Keith”
Lance kissed his cheek
“Here that, babe, you better get some coffee in you while I put my boots back on”
“Can you two not be gross before breakfast?”
Keith rolled his eyes at Pidge. She was just jealous she wasn’t here with her partner. The thought sticking with him as Lance walked over to the fireplace. Pidge wasn’t dating anyone. He hoped she didn’t feel any less wanted there, because he wanted her there
“Leave Keith alone. He’s allowed to be gross in his birthday weekend”
Flipping Shiro off, Keith cautiously shuffled into the kitchen, Shay an angel as she passed him a cup of coffee, giggling at the happiness on his face
“Shiro already warned me I better have it ready”
“Babe, he’s as bad as Pidge when doesn’t have her”
Shay giggled at being called “babe”. Lance was right. Hunk and Shay were very well suited together. Taking his first mouthful of coffee, he found it lukewarm, meaning he could drain the whole cup. Hunk noticing
“There’s coffee next to the kettle. The milk’s in the fridge. It’s lactose free, Lance made sure to tell us repeatedly, as if we forget”
“Thanks, guys. You didn’t have to go to the effort”
Pidge snorted from the table
“Dude, you’re our friend. We do nice things for the people we actually like. Everyone else can go fuck themselves”
Matt and Shiro both called out in synch
“Language!”
The kind of timing that couldn’t be brought. Grumpily Pidge leaned back in her chair, cradling her coffee
“Blow me”
“Blow you what?”
Matt was the only one game enough to mess with her. Keith making for the coffee and the kettle, dying for another cup and this time hopefully warm. This wasn’t a bad way to spend a birthday at all... Not now he had caffeine starting to drive the blood out of his caffeine system.
Feeding Lance for the morning proved slightly difficult. Shay was in the kitchen, meaning he could go pouring blood into Lance’s morning shake. Instead he had to be covert. Making like he was putting away the milk, he hovered near the fridge, pouring out too much blood into the shake cup. He then had to use both hands and some very awkward body language to hide the contents as he added the shake powder. On a cold day it was probably better for Lance to have more blood than he needed, though he didn’t know if it’d make his boyfriend short the rest of their stay. Topping the shake up with water, he snapped the lid into place, shaking it as he carried it over to Lance who was sitting near the fire now he had his boots on. A normal person would be sweating from the heat
“Babe, food”
Lance eyed the shaker bottle with defeat. Matt shaking his head as the concoction
“I don’t think I want to ask”
“Have to hide breakfast somehow”
“Leave him alone to eat in peace”
“But, babe...”
“You finish that sentence, Matthew Holt, and I’ll put you out in the snow to pee like Kosmo”
Matt pouted at Rieva. Lance shooting Rieva a smile. Keith not jealous... He wasn’t. He simply needed more coffee
“Am I making pancakes?!”
Calling out from where he’d been frying eggs and bacon, Hunk laughed as they all called back “yes”. They really felt like a weird family... a weird family that he wasn’t sure he deserved.
With the baby, work and Lance, letting himself be distracted from his birthday blues was easier this year. Lance knew his past, knew not to push and when he needed that push. Shiro hadn’t pushed... Keith still feeling down about it especially between the ultrasound and the weekend, the feeling kind of like nothing good could possibly come from it and it was all going to be a big joke. That everyone was faking caring and there’d be no cabin. He felt dumb for doubting his friends... but some things were so ingrained that all the love in the world from his friends’ wasn’t going to magically break down those walls or heal the damage in an instant. All of these people being here for him scared him. He liked all of them... and they all liked him... he found a place here and he never wanted to lose it.
Settling down at the dining table with this cup of coffee, Pidge punched him in the arm
“What did I do now?”
“Birthday punches. Normally you punch the person however many times they are old, but I need more coffee for that”
“Thanks... I think?”
“You’re welcome. I’ve got your present in my bag. What did Lance give you?”
“I haven’t opened it yet...”
“Shit. I could have gotten in first... Guys, Keith hadn’t opened anyone’s present yet! He’s still fair game”
Was that a thing?
“Pidge, leave him alone. Besides, I booked the holiday!”
“You just want Keith all to yourself. I’m into your McClain!”
“He is my boyfriend!”
“Finders keepers, losers weepers”
“Merp!”
Pidge flipped Lance off. Curtis laughing at the pair of them
“With your compatibility, I am sure you would find Keith most agreeable to keep. Though he is more compatible with Lance. You’d both murder each other over the first cup of coffee for the day”
Pidge wrinkled her nose
“If I have to share my coffee like that, you can keep him”
Lance enthusiastically claiming him
“Done! He’s mine! But I left his present in his bag...”
He didn’t need presents... He didn’t need anything. Being here with them... he’d never had this like this...
“Guys... you don’t have to give me presents. You being here is enough”
Pidge raised an eyebrow
“Dude. It’s free stuff”
“I don’t need a lot”
She wasn’t backing down
“Shut up. You do too. Now drink your coffee birthday boy”
Breakfast was loud. There were discussions and firm plans put in place for a snowball fight, and something about maybe making snow men, Hunk bragging a little about his skills. Lance hadn’t taken the delicious scents as well as the others, his boyfriend slipping off to throw up, missing the second half of things before Keith went to check on him. Hunched over the toilet, Lance smiled at him weakly
“You shouldn’t be worrying on your birthday”
“I came to check you’re okay”
“Better... just letting the cabin air a bit before... nope... never mind”
Throwing up again, his boyfriend weakly gripped the toilet as he did. Keith hated seeing him like this, and he hated he couldn’t do anything about Lance’s morning sickness. Sitting himself down behind Lance, he wrapping his arm around him, rubbing the taunt muscles of his stomach
“I feel like I should apologise”
Lance hacked and spat, sounding throughly done as he did, before letting himself relax back against Keith
“You don’t need to. You’ve done nothing wrong”
“Still...”
“Nope. It’s your birthday. None of that”
“You’re being stubborn again”
“Because I’m okay. I feel better than I have in a while... other than this...”
“This is kind of my fault”
“It takes two to make a macaroon. You should be more worried about Pidge in a snow ball fight. She shows no mercy, even to her team”
“She did seem pretty keen”
“Personally I think she can’t wait to rain hell down on Matt”
“I can see that. Are you up for it?”
“Traipsing around in the cold? Ugh... maybe I’ll umpire”
“We need one?”
“You know Pidge will accuse Matt of cheating. This wasn’t supposed to... I mean... I didn’t think it’d snow so soon”
“It’s fine...”
“Mmmm... maybe. No one made a fuss, did they?”
“Nah. Shay’s the only one who doesn’t know human food doesn’t stay down”
“I really want to bring her in to sign a non-disclosure, but she deserves a life where she doesn’t have to fear the dark”
“I think she could handle it... Hunk wants to tell her”
“It’s not fair on him”
They both fell silent for a moment, Keith rubbing at Lance’s belly. This birthday was so weird. His next birthday he’d be father...
“Babe... I know birthdays aren’t the best for you, but I hope you still make some good memories of today”
“I already am... I... kind of feel weird having everyone together because of me”
“That’s because we all love you, silly. You deserve every happy moment”
“I don’t know about that”
“Then it’s a good thing that I do. You, Keith Kogane, are loved. Very much... I’m just sorry that I’m tired”
“Was last night too much?”
“Last night was perfect. So was this morning... and this morning again... you’re a total horn dog”
“I can’t help it... you’re so cute”
Lance blushed softly. Keith’s heart doing flips
“Should I be worried you’re going to gobble me up?”
“Maybe. But if you don’t want to... I mean...”
“I like having sex with you. Even if I did worry I was going to piss myself in your lap”
“Babe, I wouldn’t really... No. You need to feel safe with me”
“I do... last night was pretty close though”
“Let me know in future. I’d rather stop than hurt you”
“I know. I think maybe I’m done. My stomach feels like it’s settling”
“That’s good. I worried I put too much blood in your shake”
“You did, but it’s alright. I needed the energy boost”
“Should I be worrying about that?”
“Nah. I’m sleepy for all the right reasons... and the fucking snow”
Keith chuckled
“You’re so much like Mami. Her showing up bundled up like that”
“Mmm... I’m definitely a tropical vampire. It was hard to hide it all when Pidge and Hunk didn’t know. Hunk used to fret so much over how cold I was...”
“I’m fretting over how cold you are”
“Ahhh, but this is perfect weather for snuggling with the birthday boy, after he wins the snow fight”
“If you’re not...”
“Don’t you finish that. I’m your boyfriend, not your keeper. Have fun with our friends. I know how much you missed them. I’m not going to be lonely laughing at you guys”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. I’ll just borrow someone’s phone and take photos”
“You could borrow my camera”
Lance raised an eyebrow, Keith not sure why
“Your camera is your baby”
Oh... that was why
“It’s not like you’re going to drop it”
“I don’t want to risk breaking it”
“You won’t. I’ll set it up so all you have to do is point and shoot”
Lance groaned at him
“They’re going to awful compared to your skills”
“I’m not that skilled”
“Babe. Love of my life. Anger loaf and lover of Macaroon. You really are. I was totally thinking about getting you camera stuff for your birthday, and I mean, I know I remember stuff, but then they went off and started in talking in some weird language with exposure and angles and it was complicated”
“Not as complicated as legal jargon”
“Oh, that’s pretty up there... but give me a day in the courtroom over deciphering camera talk”
“That’s because you’re not used to it”
“Does that mean you’ll teach me?”
“If you want to learn”
Lance chuckled
“Not really. I’m happier watching you. Okay, let’s get off the floor. My butt’s going numb with the cold”
“We can’t have anything happening to that arse of yours. It’d be butt a tragedy”
Lance’s glare said he wasn’t amused, Keith on the hand thought himself funny. For two people so close, he couldn’t believe how calm Lance was taking things when compared to him losing it over finding Lance the perfect last minute gift. Next year he was going to be prepared.
*
Lance wasn’t imagining things. Shay kept looking at him like she wanted to say something, the looked away when their eyes met. They’d talked a little in the car, Shay asking how he’d been, the others must have told her he’d been, or more likely Hunk had turned to her upset over what had happened. Thanks to his life being flipped upside down again, he’d barely seen Shay as much as he used to. It sucked... and the snow really sucked.
Sitting on the veranda of the cabin, Lance watched the others playing in the snow. Keith hadn’t been keen, then had been ganged up on by Curtis and Shiro, his boyfriend tackled down and snow put down the back of his shirt. For all his yelling and complaining, Keith was laughing as hard at as everyone else. The air was still cool, but the snow had already begun to melt to slush. Kosmo was so confused to what to do, running after the balls of snow only to watch them disappear, or even worse for the poor doggo was when he thought he’d caught them onto find them vanishing like magic. He made his displeasure know as he barked, bounding around with everyone. This was how life should be. No shitty vampire “war”, and now worries. He truly hoped this would be the first in a long line of happy birthdays for his boyfriend. This time next year they’d be parents to a little Macaroon that really needed a better name.
Playing in the snow resulted in an early lunch. Lance skipping real food for a shake, the smells of breakfast still in the air, and he wanted to make an effort to keep something down. Lunch was less formal than breakfast, not that breakfast was formal. Deciding on snacks, they lounged around, Keith not keeping him warm as his boyfriend was damp from Shiro smooshing snow into his hair. Each time he went in for a hug, Lance sank back into the sofa wishing he had a blanket
“Lance, I have to ask, what’s with the shakes. You didn’t even have a proper breakfast?”
Shay finally spoke what was on her mind. Their friends all looking momentarily panicked
“I’m fine... just you know, dieting and stuff”
Shay giggled at him
“Dieting? If you diet any harder there’ll be. Nothing left of you”
“She’s right you know, you’re a twig”
Fucking Keith, Lance huffing
“I’m a manly twig. Are you’re cold. Stop trying to squish me with your coldness”
Keith laughed at him, laying back against him with that cold wet hair of his. All of them should have gone for hot showers and warm dry clothes
“You love me anyway”
“I do, but if you keep this up I might have to run away to Cuba until spring... I’m not made for cold weather”
Matt cackled at him. Stupid werewolves and their high body temperatures
“Dude, it’s not that cold. What are you going to be like when winter really sets in”
“I’m going to hibernate. Build myself a little Lance burrito and hibernate”
Keith kissed his cheek, ignoring Pidge pulling a face as he did
“Can I join in?”
“Not if you’re going to bring the cold with you. I should have grabbed my heat packs from the bag”
“Want me to grab them?”
Keith was too sweet
“Nah, just keep your frostbite to yourself. Honestly, the lot of you should have had showers and changed”
“Your age is showing, dad”
Pidge giggled at her comment. Lance sorely tempted to flip her off
“Someone’s gotta be the sane and reasonable one around here”
“As if you’re sane. I know you too well, Gremlin”
“Saner than you”
“Riiiight... I’m not the one who developed a macaroon fetish after getting out of hospital”
Lance bit down a laugh, relieved to know they didn’t suspect macaroon was a baby and not a dessert snack
“That’s right. You were in hospital. Hunk said it was an accident. Are you okay?”
Why was Shay bringing that up now?
“Yeah. I had a stomach bug and fainted. A whole lot of worry for nothing”
“Plus he’s been working in Platt...”
Hunk was trying to help, but how was he supposed to explain that? Especially when Shay looked so interested
“You’re a lawyer, right?”
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Wanna Bet | Travis Konecny
Summary Request: Omg Lou can you write something with the ”am I just a bet to you” storyline?!
Word count: 4.2k
Note: You guys asked for something with TK so here we are!
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It’s kinda funny, how just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, hearing the wrong thing, can cause your entire world to fall to pieces.
You weren’t meant to walk past the locker rooms. Being in the analytics department, you don’t have to actually be in the arena much, and when you do, you’re in the stands, watching players on the ice to access if the data you have on them is correct.
A guy’s plus minus really only makes sense when you’ve seen the way he carries the puck, seen the way his legs pump as he skates.
No, you never have to be in the locker rooms for your job, but today you decided to take the long way from your office to the ice. Just so you could walk past him. Just so maybe, you could accidentally bump into him, sneak a kiss before the game, wish him good luck.
Now all you wish is to disappear.
The voices are a little far away but not muffled, as the door is slightly opened. It’s Ghost’s voice, that you hear first.
“I can’t believe you’re actually dating her, TK. And all because of some stupid bet!”
Dating her. You. Travis is dating you, so they must be talking about you. Laughter fills the hallways; laughing about you.
“I never lose a bet.” The voice is familiar, too familiar. Just last night that voice was soft in your ear, whispering all kinds of things he clearly had not meant.
A bet.
There’s a heavy feeling in your stomach, like a rock settled in your intestines. The thing is, well, you’d known it was too good to be true. Why would a guy like Travis Konecny be interested in you?
You weren’t WAG material. Weren’t even puck bunny material, really. You work in the analytics department, for God’s sake; you’re as nerdy as they get, love math and numbers, you even wear glasses, just to completely fit the stereotype.
And you’re not skinny. Never have been; no matter how many times you used to skip dessert, there has always been a little soft pudge on your stomach, your thighs have always rubbed together when you walk. You don’t do that anymore, now, skip dessert; you deserve some chocolate every now and then, and you deserve a guy who doesn’t care.
You hadn’t expected to find that guy in the Philadelphia Flyers locker room, but then Travis had shown up and you’d thought, stupidly, maybe...
The very first time you’d shown up at practice, when someone was showing you around after having just been hired, it had been Claude who first said hi. Captain’s duty, and all that. But it had been Travis that made you feel a little less nervous about all these big, bulky dudes, who seemed to slide on the dangerous knife shoes like they’d never walked before; he skated up to you, softly bumped into your shoulder and said: “Don’t let my numbers fool you. I’m an important locker room guy” before dumping his water bottle over Oskar Lindblom’s head.
Ever since then, he’d always been sure to make a little small talk when you were around. Sometimes, his comments had been borderline flirty: “Saw that goal? That was for you” and “Can you believe I missed that pass? Totally your fault for distracting me” but most of the time you talked about mundane things like the never ending snow and what restaurants were good for steak.
You never expected anything to come of it, though. Perhaps Travis was just one of those kinda guys that couldn’t talk to anyone without flirting. Or maybe he was just taking pity on you. He couldn’t mean it; not when you were you, and he was him. You might as well be from a different planet.
But then, one day, he’d skated over to the boards where you were standing, sent you a wide grin and asked; “Will you go to dinner with me? On a date?”
You’d nearly dropped your clipboard and you’d definitely dropped your jaw, but then you’d stumbled a “yes” and stared after him as he skated away. For a solid hour, you figured it must’ve been a joke or maybe Travis had taken a puck to the head and was so concussed he mistook you for someone else, but then he’d texted you a time and date and suddenly it was all very real.
It was so easy, then, to fall in love with him. Between lame jokes and broad grins and the way his hand was always resting on your back, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling for him, even though you tried to convince yourself that was a bad idea. It was so easy to forget it was doomed to end badly when all Travis ever did was say the right thing.
It was a bit like walking on a bridge you know is gonna collapse, and now, it’s collapsed.
I never lose a bet.
“I’m just a bet.” You don’t mean to say the words out loud but they fall from your lips before you can stop them, and apparently they’re louder than they sound to your own ears because suddenly the locker room goes very quiet.
You don’t get drunk a lot, but you know what it’s like to be very, very drunk; it’s like the world is a bit fuzzy, sounds are a bit muffled, and all you can focus on is the feeling of your heart beating, the way your tongue lays in your mouth, how heavy your feet feel against the earth.
All you’ve had to drink today is coffee but you feel like that, now.
“Y/N?” The voice is familiar but it’s not Travis; you’re met with Carter, a worried look on his face as he sticks his head out the door.
Beside Travis, Carter is the only guy on the team who really ever takes the time to talk to you. At first it was all just polite small talk, but then you found out you both liked the same TV shows and now you talk all the time. Carter is a complete sweetheart, would never hurt a fly, and that’s why it’s so hard for you to believe he knew this.
But you know, when you catch his eyes and there’s nothing but pity in them. He knew it was all a lie.
Carter steps aside, then, and Travis comes flying out the door, his eyes wide and mouth slightly slack.
“I’m just a bet.” You say it more forcefully because that’s the only way you can think of to make this make more sense. It doesn’t feel true, especially when Travis looks at you with clear panic written across his features.
If he didn’t care, why would he panic?
“Babe,” he starts, his voice a little scratchy, but he doesn’t say anything else and so you do the only thing you can think of doing.
“Are we dating cause you want to win a bet?”
Travis stares at you, swallows heavily.
Please say no. Please don’t let these last three months of my life be a waste of time. Please don’t make a fool out of me. Please say no.
“Yes, but...”
That’s all you need to hear; you need to get out of here before the tears that are threatening to well up in your eyes find their way out, before you lose that last sliver of dignity you might still have left.
“I don’t ever want to see you again,” you choke out, and then you’re pushing past Carter and out of the hallway, out of the arena, until the cold wind hits you in the face as you fumble with the lock of your car.
You should’ve known better. Should’ve learned from the last time.
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You were 14 years old, an awkward teenager with few friends and no sense of self-preservation. You were sitting in the canteen on your own, eating lunch, because your only friend at the time had called in sick that day.
If she was there, you don’t think David would’ve approached you.
David was the cutest guy in school, and not just because he was the tallest. He had nice dark curls and sharp green eyes, and he was the captain of the football team. He always walked around with a bunch of guys following him around like lost puppies, and he was endlessly cool.
You, were not. You were part of the drama club, you excelled in math and the braces you had hadn’t managed to make your teeth look any smaller so far, and you were used to people snickering behind your back when you walked past.
Of course you had a crush on David. Everyone had a crush on David. And the fact that he’d never actually made fun of you made that you allowed yourself that crush; it was just to look, just from afar.
Until he came up to you, that day, his posse of friends in tow, and smiled.
“Hey, Y/N, you wanna maybe go watch a movie with me on Friday?”
Everything inside you screamed ‘danger’, wanted to say no and run away. But something, just a little sliver of hope, stopped you from doing that. The part of you that watched too many romcoms and read too many Nicolas Sparks books wondered if maybe miracles still happened. That part of you said yes.
As soon as you said the word, David’s friends had started laughing.
“Dude, she actually believed you!” one of them laughed. “I guess I owe you 20 bucks, man.”
“Thanks, Y/N,” David said, shrugging his shoulders. “Matt said you wouldn’t believe me if I asked, he thought you would know that guys like me don’t date girls like you. Guess he’s even dumber than he looks and you just made me 20 bucks!”
He left and you ran off to cry in the bathroom, but you learned one thing that day.
Guys like that didn’t date girls like you. And that part of you that still believed in fairytales needed to be locked up in a box somewhere and never let out, because that part of you would kill you, if you let it.
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You tried, to lock that part away, and you’d managed. Until Travis had looked at you with honest brown eyes and a little smile and you’d thrown away everything you had worked so hard for.
What good had that done.
When you were 14 you locked yourself up in the bathroom until your mom came to pick you up from school. This time you lock yourself in your apartment and eat an entire box of cookies while you watch Property Brothers and cry yourself to sleep at night. The next day, you call in sick to work and watch Gilmore Girls and order Chinese.
It’s maybe not the healthiest way to deal with things but it’s a way, and it works. Well, not really; you still feel like shit, but it works enough that you find the strength to ignore your phone buzzing and eventually shut it off without looking at it.
You turn it back on in the evening and don’t respond to all the missed messages and calls - mostly from Travis, but a few from Carter too - and fall asleep listening to Adele.
It’s not easy but you’ve gone through a lot in your life and you won’t let yourself be miserable over something like this for too long. If anything, this has just taught you that same lesson you learned when you were 14.
Guys like that, girls like you, etcetera etcetera. This time, you’re gonna remember. This time, you’re gonna know better.
Every now and then you think of Travis, wonder what he got out of this bet and what exactly he bet on.
Did he bet on getting you to believe a guy like him could be interested in you, like David? Or was it more? How many dates was he obliged to go on to win the bet? Was the sex part of the bet or was that just because you were there and it was easy? Why had he been so nice, if it was part of the bet?
You try not to think about it. It gets easier when Travis stops texting and calling you. You haven’t read any of his texts, or listened to his voicemails. In fact, you barely touch your phone, nowadays.
When you go to work, you avoid the guys on the team at all costs, and it’s easier than you thought it would be. You sit high in the stands and write in your notebook and try to not feel your heart sink in your chest when you see Konecny on your paper.
It’s fine, you can manage. You’re an adult and you will move on with life and forget about these three months ever happening. You promise yourself you will and you seem to do okay.
Until one day you come home and you find Nolan Patrick sitting on the floor in front of your apartment door, two take away cups in his hands.
“What are you doing here?” you ask, crossing your arms. You know Nolan hasn’t technically done anything to you but he’s Travis’ best friend and therefor he is guilty by association. Also, he’s always been nice to you and that was clearly all fake, so fuck him for that, too.
“Oh, hi!” Nolan scrambles up when he spots you, extends one cup towards you. “I brought coffee. Hazelnut latte, one sugar and some cinnamon.”
You frown, and he seems to understand your question, cause he shrugs.
“Teeks remembered your coffee order.”
You almost ask him why; why would Travis remember your coffee order if he clearly didn’t care about you at all, but you don’t ask him that because why would he tell you the truth? Instead you take the coffee, open your apartment door and step inside without saying anything.
You let the door fall behind you, but before it can click into the lock Nolan has put his foot in front of it, and then he slips into your apartment.
“Nice place,” he says, as if it’s not super weird that he’s here, and then he flops down onto the couch.
“Right, sit down, make yourself at home,” you snap sarcastically; you grab your mail and start sorting through it, more because you don’t know what else to do than because you actually wanna know what mail you have.
Why is Nolan here?
“You must wanna know why I’m here,” Nolan speaks, as if he can read your mind.
You don’t remind him that’s the first question you asked.
“I’m here,” Nolan continues, seemingly unbothered by your cold shoulder, “because you deserve to know the truth, and you won’t answer the phone so Teeks can tell you himself. Which I don’t blame you for, cause, you know, if he did what you think he did I would’ve kicked his ass myself.”
What you think he did?
“But,” Nolan crosses his arms now, seems genuinely offended, “you’re mad at Hartsy, really? You can’t be mad at Hartsy. That’s like being mad at a puppy. Or a bunny. Or anything else that’s super cute and impossible to be mad at.”
“He knew and he didn’t tell me.” You didn’t mean to break your silence but you’ve got a soft spot for Carter and, to be honest, it’s almost been harder to ignore him than it has been to ignore Travis.
At least with Travis, you know what happened. He thought you were pathetic and it would be funny to turn you into a joke.
With Carter, it’s not so clear. Did he actually like you? Did he think Travis’ bet was funny? Or did he secretly disapprove but just not find it important enough to stand up for you? Or, maybe, did he try to stand up for you, but Travis didn’t listen?
You know you shouldn’t allow yourself to hope for that last option but you can’t help it.
Nolan rolls his eyes. “Hartsy didn’t know shit, all he knows is that Teeks is stupidly in love with you and that you’re good for him. He said that once, you know. That Teeks should never let you go because you’re good for him.” Nolan looks a bit sad as he said it, his face pulled into a pained expression.
It might be because of the way your face drops at his words.
Teeks is stupidly in love with you.
“He’s not,” you manage to bring out. “In... into me. It was all just a joke.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nolan shakes his head, then takes a sip of his coffee. “Y/N, can I be honest? I don’t know you very well. I think you’re a great girl, but I don’t know you enough to care about your feelings.”
Well, ouch. The truth hurts.
“I have no reason to be here and lie to you.”
You have to admit he has a point there. If Travis genuinely doesn’t care, why would Nolan be here? It’s not like you’ve ever even held a proper conversation with Nolan. He’s always just been Travis’ roommate, Travis’ best friend, Travis’ teammate.
“So why are you here?” you dare ask him, and he smiles, a little smugly.
“Cause I have a story about a bet, and I think you’d like to hear it.”
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It’s weird, to be back at Travis’ apartment. Nolan’s footsteps are heavy in the empty hallway; he’s walking a good meter in front of you and you don’t try to catch up to him because with every step you take it’s like you sink deeper into the floor.
“Come on,” Nolan says, impatiently. He takes his keys out of his pocket and opens the door to their apartment.
Your heart is beating so fast you can feel it all the way in your throat.
“Ooooh Teeks!” he calls out, annoyingly chipper. “TK! I have a surprise for you!”
“Is it Thai? If it’s not Thai I don’t want it.”
Travis sounds tired but he sounds so familiar, so like Travis, and it washes over you like a comfort blanket, fills you with warmth from the inside out.
“You’re really gonna regret saying that,” Nolan answers, and then he suddenly steps behind you and pushes you into the living room.
The second Travis’ eyes meet yours, all the blood drains from his face and his eyes widen almost comically. Within a second he’s standing up, the xBox controller falling onto the floor; his hands are in the air like he’s going to reach out for you, but then they drop to his sides and his jaw clenches.
“Y/N,” he says softly. “Are you here to get your stuff?”
Nolan has made himself scarce very discreetly and now that it’s just you and Travis, you suddenly don’t remember how to talk.
It’s silent, for a solid five seconds - but it feels like 50 years - before your brain starts working again. It’s Nolan’s voice, that you hear in the back of your head, and then your own, as if one voice is fighting with the other.
Teeks is stupidly in love with you.
I’m just a bet.
Stupidly in love with you.
Just a bet.
“What was the bet?” you burst out. It might not be the right way, might be too sudden or too harsh, and there’s not really a reason for you to ask; Nolan has already told you.
But you wanna hear Travis say it. You need to hear Travis say it.
Travis’ face crumples, his eyebrows knot together and his eyes drop to the floor. It looks as if it pains him to speak, but he speaks.
“It was so dumb, Y/N. You have to believe me, I never meant... I didn’t want this to happen. I’m sorry.”
You swallow; there’s a lump in your throat that seems to be stuck there, that’s in the way of your vocal chords, but you just manage to repeat the words.
“What was the bet you made, Travis?”
Travis inhales sharply, and then looks up. His eyes are staring intently into yours when he answers.
“Ghosty bet me I wouldn’t dare to ask you out.”
“Why?” you ask. “Why would he think that?”
There’s a lot of answers you’re expecting, all of which allude to the same thing; you’re not good enough for him.
You’re not pretty enough. Not fun enough. Not thin enough. Not charming enough.
“Because you’re way out of my league and I would’ve looked stupid if I asked and you said no.”
It’s like everything inside you deflates, at that point; your shoulders sag and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” says Travis. “Oh.” He sighs and then takes a step closer, a little one, very tentatively; as if he’s afraid you’re gonna turn around and run, if he moves too much. “I know it’s stupid, but I hate losing bets and the boys know that, so whenever they want me to do something I don’t wanna do, or in this case, am too afraid to do, they tell me that I can’t and I bet them that I can. They were all getting a bit sick of me pining after you so Ghosty thought, if he just said I couldn’t ask you out...”
“Then you would bet that you could,” you finish his sentence.
Oh God. You’d gotten it so wrong.
“So,” you continue, softly, “they didn’t bet you to ask me out as a joke. Because they thought it would be funny if a guy like you asked out a girl like me.”
The skin around Travis’ eyes crinkles as he frowns. “What does that even mean?” he asks.
“Because you’re really hot, and really great, and I’m really nerdy, and not very pretty. And I’m not good enough for you.”
Travis’ breath stutters as he hears you speak. “That’s.... insane,” he brings out, stammering. “Y/N, if anything, I’m not good enough for you. You’re so gorgeous, and so smart, and you look at numbers and see a Stanley Cup winning team and I struggle to hit a piece of rubber with a big stick. I couldn’t keep up with you even if I tried.”
He takes a bigger step towards you, now, your words seemingly giving him a bit of courage.
“I’m sorry for making you think all of this was based on a lie,” he mumbles, and he carefully takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours as his thumb traces lines across your knuckles. “But I promise you, it’s not like that. None of this was fake to me. I wanted to ask you out long before I got the guts to do it and I’ve been happy about taking that bet ever since.” He takes a deep breath. “I love you. And that has nothing to do with any dumb bet.”
Your heart leaps; he’s never said that before, and neither have you. You’ve felt it, sure, but there was always something inside you wondering if it was too soon, if you were just asking for trouble by saying it.
But there’s nothing but honest truth in Travis’ brown eyes, now, and suddenly you’re not afraid anymore.
“I love you too,” you say, and the words aren’t out of your mouth yet or Travis’ lips are on yours.
His hands are firm on your waist as he tugs you closer, and it’s like you can’t feel anything but him, everywhere, and it’s like everything that happened before has been forgotten.
Until he pulls away, both of you gasping for air, and you remember something else.
“Oh my God, I have to call Carter back,” you mumble against Travis’ shirt; he’s pulled you flat against him and nestled his face in your shoulder, meaning you’re now being smothered by his chest.
There are worse ways to go.
Travis laughs lightly, his breath hot against your neck.
“Really?” he says. “I kiss you for the first time in two weeks and you think of Hartsy?”
“I’ve been ignoring him, and that’s not fair, cause he, oh...” you break off as Travis presses a kiss to the sensitive skin on your neck, “cause he’s a great friend and... Trav!” The last part comes out as more of a whine and Travis chuckles.
“Hartsy can wait another hour, babe.” He starts pressing kisses along your jaw and you groan, lightly shoving against his shoulder.
“Trav, I gotta call Carter and...” You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning as his teeth scrape across your skin “and I don’t know what you think you’re doing but you’re not getting me naked within the first hour of getting back together!”
“No?” Travis pulls away, one eyebrow raised, and there’s a smug look on his face. His hands slowly travel to your back, fingers sliding below your shirt, and despite your best efforts, you can’t stop yourself from shivering.
“Hmm,” Travis hums, right before he kisses you again.
“Wanna bet?”
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The Getaway - Chapter 1
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The screeching of car tyres could be heard from either end of the road. Scott was taking his driving test for the first time in his new car. His examiner anxiously sat in the passenger seat with his clipboard, pointing to an empty parking space just ahead.
The examiner said to Scott, “Alright, please reverse the car into the empty parking bay.”
Scott, who had already stalled the car twice and forgot to signal on multiple occasions, turned the car around and slowly reversed into the parking bay. But as he was about to stop, he caught his foot on the pedals and pressed down on the gas by mistake. The car roared, hurtling into the metal fence behind. Scott swore as the car stalled.
“And that concludes the test,” the examiner said, hastily.
“So, did I pass?” Scott asked him.
The examiner laughed briefly and then said, “No, I’m afraid you’ve failed.”
“But I couldn’t have done that badly.”
The examiner pointed out the countless faults Scott made, chuckling as he reminded him that he just crashed his car. Scott took offence and started to become angry.
“With your driving, you shouldn’t be allowed on the road,” the examiner said. He shortly left the car and walked into the test centre across the road.
Scott swore to himself again, rubbing his head. He then punched the steering wheel at full force, causing the horn to sound, attracting the attention of passers-by. Scott’s mum was waiting inside the test centre, but Scott didn’t feel like telling her the bad news. He decided to call his friend, Matt, instead. No answer. He tried calling for a second time with the same response.
Scott’s anger grew. He stared at the key in the ignition, contemplating. He then switched the car back on and revved the engine. He drove the car out of the parking space in a hurry, overturning and hitting the bumper of the car parked next to him. He blatantly ignored this, and instead headed towards Matt’s house.
Racing down the road, Scott furiously beeped his horn at slow-moving cars or those pulling out in front of him. Halfway to Matt’s house, a car slowly joined the main road, causing Scott to brake behind it. Scott beeped his horn and flashed his lights, driving inches away from the car’s bumper. The car’s brake lights turned on as Scott bumped into the car.
Scott swore to himself again as they both pulled over on the side of the road. Scott noticed the tall, well-muscled man getting out of his car, as Scott followed. He realised the man was angry, leaving Scott intimidated by his size. Nonetheless, Scott tried to confront him without looking too shy.
“Why were you going so slow?” Scott said.
But the man replied, “What’s your problem, you stocky twat?”
“At least I don’t drive like an old woman!”
With that, the man grabbed Scott’s neck and threw him into his car, crushing the wing mirror. Scott was about to punch him, but, this time, he was too slow.
The man smacked him hard across the face.
Scott fell to the floor with blood dripping from his mouth. He held his cheek to ease the pain, as the man got back in his car and drove off at speed.
After a few seconds, Scott managed to get up and wipe the blood from his face. He drank some water to clean the blood from his teeth and noticed a large red mark on his cheek.
He decided to ignore it and continue to Matt’s house.
Matt was just about to go for a ride on his new bike. He took his bike out of the garage as he realised he had forgotten his helmet. Leaving his bike in the middle of the driveway, he went inside to get it from his bedroom.
As soon as Matt entered the house, Scott arrived and started to reverse into the driveway.
Crunch!
Scott had driven over Matt’s bike.
He looked behind him and noticed the bike was under his car, so he drove off it, roaring the engine. After getting out of the car, he looked at the bike on the driveway with his hand on his forehead.
Matt returned with his helmet and noticed Scott standing in the driveway. As he got closer, he noticed his bike with tyre marks across the handlebars and wheels snapped.
“What have you done?!” Matt shouted.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see it,” Scott replied.
“Are you for real? I just got that bike last week!”
“Look, Matt, I'm not in the mood for another fight.”
“What do you mean?” Matt said. He then noticed Scott’s cheek. “What happened to your face?”
Scott sighed. He explained what happened earlier, mentioning the fact that he got punched, but also falsely adding in parts about him punching the man back.
“Well, you could have looked where you were going,” Matt said after Scott had finished.
“Yeah, alright. I guess I’m a crap driver,” Scott said, reaching into his pocket and handing Matt some money. “Here, take this…”
“I don’t want your money, Scott.” Matt looked into the garage. “I’ve still got my old bike.”
Scott put the money back in his pocket as Scott’s dad appeared from the garage. He saw the broken bike on the driveway and approached the two of them saying, “What happened here?”
Matt was about to speak as Scott replied, “It’s my fault, Mr Davis. I didn’t see it when I reversed into the drive.”
“Right, I see.” Matt’s dad looked at the two of them suspiciously.
“Honestly, it was an accident,” Scott said.
Matt’s dad paused for a second, and then turned to Matt, saying, “Well, it looks like you’re going to have to stick with your old bike for now.” He then lowered his voice, speaking softly. “And maybe work on losing a few pounds, yeah?”
Matt nodded glumly after his dad placed his hand on his shoulder. He then went back inside, leaving Scott and Matt to talk.
“Why did he want you to lose a few pounds?” Scott asked.
Matt sighed, saying, “Well, I’ve put on too much, haven’t I? And now I’m too heavy for that bike. One of the wheels snapped off once…”
“When I was eight, that happened to me – but I’d just outgrown the bike.”
“Scott, I’m not eight!”
“Yeah, and… I put on a couple of pounds last week. It’s no big deal.”
“I’ve put on more than a couple of pounds, Scott. Can’t you tell?” Matt pointed at his protruding stomach, which was about to outgrow his T-shirt.
“Well, I’ll take you to the gym then. That pudge will be gone in no time!”
Matt smiled awkwardly and then the two decided to head to their friend Lisa’s house in Scott’s car, after Scott helped Matt carry his bike into the garage.
Scott stopped the car across the road from Lisa’s house, as Matt got out and walked over to the front door. He was about to knock as Lisa opened the door quickly, saying, “Oh, it’s you – I thought you were the postman!”
“The postman?” Matt repeated.
“I’m waiting for a letter about the music contest I entered. I’m so nervous. I hope I get in.”
Then, Scott came to the door and joined Matt and Lisa. Lisa instantly noticed the bruise on Scott’s face and sighed, “Oh, Scott, what happened this time?”
“Why does everyone say that?” Scott smiled. “I don’t get punched in the face all the time!”
Lisa rolled her eyes, unshocked by Scott’s last remark. They all walked inside and sat on the living room couch as Matt continued the conversation, “You always get into fights, Scott.”
“Name one time.”
“That time in the supermarket last week…”
“Come on, that guy was an idiot. I accidentally nudged him.”
“You ran into him, and he fell into the shelves!” Matt said. Scott was about to reply, but Matt continued, “And then you started laughing at him…”
“Well, at least I didn’t get punched in the face.”
“No, you got punched in the balls… twice!”
Scott went silent, blushing slightly.
Then, Lisa heard a noise coming from the door. The moment she realised it was the postman, she rushed over and picked up the letter she found on the floor.
“Why’s she so desperate to get the post?” Scott asked Matt.
“She’s entered a music contest,” he replied.
Lisa had already opened the envelope when she returned to the living room. Her face dropped as she read the letter, saying, “I can’t believe I didn’t get in!”
“Ah, I’m sorry, Lis,” Scott said.
“Are you alright, Lisa?” Matt said, concerned that Lisa was about to cry.
“I think I just need to be alone right now…” Lisa said, walking upstairs to her bedroom with a tear down the side of her cheek.
“Lis!” Scott called.
“Just go!” she shouted from upstairs.
The two decided it was best to leave, so they headed back into Scott’s car, thinking about where to go or what to do next. Scott suggested that they could go to his place. Matt agreed and Scott then drove to his house where they hung out in Scott’s bedroom.
Scott sat down at his desk while Matt slouched on the beanbag opposite him. As he slouched, Scott noticed Matt’s stomach peeking through his T-shirt, showing the extent of his weight gain. Scott thought whether or not to comment, either to point this out to Matt, or to joke about it.
Scott’s mum interrupted by entering the room with a box of cookies. She left them on Scott’s desk after kissing his forehead, leaving him feeling embarrassed in front of Matt.
As Scott’s mum left the room, Matt struggled to get up, going over to Scott and attempting to tease him by kissing his forehead as well, but Scott pushed him away saying, “Get off!”
Matt laughed as he returned to his beanbag. Scott then passed him the box of cookies, saying, “Here, you can have these.”
“Aren’t you having any?”
“No, she’s always giving me junk food, but I don’t eat it.”
“Why not?”
“I’m trying to lose weight and get lean.”
“Scott, you don’t need to lose weight! Me, on the other hand…”
“You just need some motivation if you want to be like me.”
“I don’t want to be like you, Scott. I just want to lose a few pounds so I can fit my old bike. My stomach’s too big, that’s all.”
Scott rummaged through a chest of drawers, saying, “I think I’ve got just the thing…” He then took out a tape measure. “Yeah, here. Measure your waist.”
“Now?” Matt replied.
“Come on, let’s see what we’re dealing with.”
Matt paused for a second and then took the tape measure, measuring his waist. He read the measurement as 45 inches. Matt then asked him, “Is that bad?”
“Well, it’s big…”
“What’s yours?” Matt asked him, handing him the tape measure. Scott held his waist in as he measured his waist, but Matt noticed this, saying, “Don’t hold your stomach in!”
Scott let out his stomach and measured his waist as 35 inches. He blushed, saying, “See, I was only 34 inches last time.”
“But 10 inches difference between us!”
Scott then put the tape measure away and asked Matt to follow him into the bathroom, indicating a scale on the floor. He encouraged Matt to weigh himself.
“No… I’ll probably break it,” Matt said timidly.
“I’ll go first, then,” Scott said, weighing himself. “180 lbs… great! That’s 10 lbs heavier than before.”
Then Matt stepped on and the scales read 250 lbs. He said, “So, my waist’s huge, and now I weigh a lot. Thanks for showing me this, Scott!”
“Well then, why don’t you come and have a look round the gym?”
Matt reluctantly agreed and the two of them headed off again in Scott’s car.
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More Than Enough (Spideypool)
This is a Part Two to my NETFLIX AND CHILL fic, which features Ace!Peter and Wade being ridiculously supportive.
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Valentines Day.
If the idea of Netflix and Chill used to send Peter into a panic attack, Valentines Day was enough to make him seriously consider moving to the Great White North and breaking up with Wade via telegram just to avoid how terribly awkward this whole ordeal was going to be.
And of course it would be terrible and awkward. With Peter being the way he was, and Wade being the way he was...
Well anyway.
And maybe he didn't have to be panicking quite so much. After all, Wade had debunked Peter’s fear about Netflix and Chill by calmly and hilariously stating ‘If I meant Netflix and Fuck that’s what I would’ve said” and Peter loved him for it, really he did.
But Valentines Day-- Valentines Day meant sex. The day expected sex. The fourteenth of February was a pink and red confetti fueled extravaganza dedicated solely to the pursuit of sex, and Peter’s boyfriend was a black and red spandex fueled disaster dedicated to an unhealthy amount of sex related jokes and--
“Pete.” Wade cut into the rapidly spiraling thought pattern and Peter jumped in surprise. “Pete, you’ve been staring at that billboard and lookin’ more and more like you’re gonna throw up for like ten minutes now. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” Peter forced himself back to the moment, tore his eyes from the gaudy advertisement for a mens nightclub. “Nothing, what’s wrong with you?”
“Uh, nothing’s wrong with me.” Wade blinked down at him in confusion. “You went all space cadet on me why are you--” he glanced up to see what had Peter staring so hard. “What, you want to go to a strip club? We can do that, a spot on Third opens up with an early bird special and they have a great spaghetti buffet. You wouldn't think strip clubs have good food, and spaghetti in bulk probably doesn't sound appetizing but I'm here to tell you--”
“Nope, nope, nope.” Peter clapped a hand over Wade’s mouth. “Nope, I will never want to go to a strip club, especially not one with an early bird special and a spaghetti buffet. That’s definitely not what I was thinking about.”
“Fine then.” Wade kissed Peter’s knuckles before lacing their fingers together. “What were you thinking about that made you make that sort of face?”
“Um---” an awkward pause. “Valentines Day?”
“....and that makes you want to throw up?” Wade finished slowly. “Because that’s definitely you’re ‘I ate the thing I shouldn’t have ate in Wade’s fridge and now I’m going to be sick all night’ face.”
“It’s nothing.” Peter squeezed Wade’s hand determinedly and pushed the sick roiling in his stomach away. “Nothing, I just got distracted. Come on, I thought we were going to get lunch.”
“Well we were until you got all dreamy eyed at--” Wade squinted at the sign. “--the bustiest, friendliest women south of 46th Ave.”
“Oh my god, let’s just go.”
“Hey uh, speaking of Valentines Day--” Peter tensed when Wade cleared his throat. “Other than apparently wanting to throw up, have you thought about what we want to do for Valentines Day? We haven’t been dating all that long yet but I don’t wanna ignore it since you know--”
He waved around at the various signs prompting people to buy flowers or chocolate or lingerie and whatever else made good Valentines Day gifts. “I can’t even pretend I didn’t know it was happening. Same day every year, right?Can't really get out of that one, can I?”
“Well…” Peter ran shaking fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. “Well, we can have dinner. Maybe catch a movie. That could be... that could be fine.”
“That sounds normal and boring and terrible.” Wade replied flatly. “We are neither normal nor boring and despite the rumours, I am not terrible. We're not doing that.”
“Okay, well then you figure out something for us to do!” Peter retorted. “Let’s hear your great idea!”
“Chocolate.” Wade said instantly, decisively. “Maybe ice cream. I’ll wear silky things because I like how they feel and you like how I look. A movie with terrible music and terrible plot but lots of gratuitous nudity.”
He started counting on his fingers. “Alcohol, and not the wimpy shit but something that will get that Spider-booty tipsy and giggly and hilarious. We might have to track down an Asgardian for that. Piles of Italian food because it’s supposed to be amorous and we can Lady and the Tramp the spaghetti. Also--”
“Lady and the Tramp the spaghetti.” Peter repeated, keeping his tone sarcastic so it wouldn’t be quite as obvious how badly he wanted to cry. “Oh my god, why do I even love you?”
“I have a list of reasons at least this tall--” Wade motioned about the same height as his head. “-- of why you love me.”
“And you’re right about all of them.” Peter yanked Wade back and planted a loud kiss on his lips. “I love you.”
“Ah pumpkin-poodle, I know you do.” Wades hands were gentle but possessive as he held Peter close for a moment. “Stop stressing about Valentines Day, Pete. We don’t have to do anything. Hell, I’d love it if we went the day after and bought all the discounted candy and ate until we couldn’t move.”
“Wade--” Peter did tear up a little bit then. “I--I mean I’m trying not to stress out but--”
“But what?”
“But… you know.” He sniffed loudly. “Valentines Day isn’t really a holiday for people like me.”
“People like you.” Wade said blankly. “Spider-people? Because you’re the only Spider-person I know so I can’t agree or disagree with that.”
“I don’t mean Spider-people.” Peter budged closer and muffled his next words in Wade’s chest. “Peoplewhodon’thavesex. It’s not really for people like me.”
“Well that’s just rude, Pete.” Wade held him a little tighter. “And definitely not true at all. I am an awful lot like you, right down to the spandex and penchant for dark corners and last Valentines Day I didn’t have sex and I still wore something scandalous, ate enough chocolate to put myself into a coma and watched romantic comedies all night. Just because I didn’t have sex doesn’t mean that I couldn’t--”
“Wade.” Peter interrupted. “You know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean.” Wade smoothed his thumbs over Peter’s cheeks, touched their foreheads together. “But do you know what I mean?”
“Yeah.” Peter nodded slowly, closing his eyes when Wade kissed him gently. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“Alright then.” Another feather light kiss, and Peter shivered over the rough skin sliding along his own. “So chocolate and ice cream and terrible movies with gratuitous nudity? We can skip the silky things, I’ve put on a few pounds anyway and you don’t want to see me jiggling--” He oophed quietly when Peter pinched at his stomach. “Hey! That’s my pudge!”
“It’s your belly button, you ridiculous merc.” Peter put just enough strength into his hug to make Wade wheeze. “That all sounds wonderful. Thursday night?”
“Thursday night.” Wade repeated. “Valentines Day.”
Peter’s smile was a little wobbly, but he still nodded. “Valentines Day.”
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That night found Peter in front of his computer, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs a little nervously as he stared at row after row of whatever passed for mens Valentines Lingerie.
He knew Wade wouldn’t ask him for sex for Valentines Day. Not after the whole Netflix and Chill discussion, and certainly not after their talk today and really, Peter had never worried once that Wade might pressure for him for anything along those lines at all.
There had been lots of cuddling so far in their relationship and a fair amount of groping. Kisses that left Wade wrecked and nearly drooling and Peter laughing quietly and it had been wonderful between them.
Wonderful.
And now that Wade had made it perfectly clear that he didn’t think sex was necessary for Valentines Day, for the first time in his life-- or at least for the first time since realizing he was asexual-- Peter was actually sort of looking forward to the whole thing. Was thinking he could make it through the day without feeling like a failure of a partner, or just broken all the way around.
He didn’t feel broken when he was with Wade and that was incredible.
So incredible in fact, it was enough to bring him here, looking up what things to wear for a partner on Valentines Day because even though they weren’t going to have sex he could still look nice for Wade, right? That’s a thing real boyfriends did, right?
Real boyfriends. Another wash of anxiety, Peter’s fingers tightening on the keyboard. They were real boyfriends, weren’t they? Even without the sex? Even without him even really liking to get naked because getting naked led to expectations and-- and --
“Fuck.” Peter shoved away from his computer and buried his face in his hands. “What in the fuck am I doing? What am I doing, this is a terrible idea. Lingerie is a terrible idea. Why the fuck would I wear something sexy when nothing sexy will be happening, I’m just leading him on.”
He jumped up from the couch to pace, heading towards the kitchen for a granola bar, taking only two bites and tossing the rest away because he was too nervous to eat.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” he muttered, throwing himself into a recliner and rummaging for his phone. “Stupid, stupid--”
“Pete?” Wade answered on the first ring. “Hey baby boy! I was just calling you!”
“You were just calling me.” Peter hoped he didn’t sound as relieved as he felt. “Um, why were you just calling me?”
“Because me and Magoo--”
“Magoo?”
“Murdock.” Wade clarified and Peter smothered a laugh. “Me and Murdock were just arguing over who had the better partner. Obviously I do, but he had a pretty convincing argument for why Ms. Jones might give you a run for your money. Mainly because she has boobs and boobs are sort of hard to beat but--”
“Wade.”
“--but I told him your ass puts her boobs to shame and--”
“Wade, that doesn’t even make any sense.”
“--and he got all upset about it--”
From Matt Murdock in the background-- “It’s not a legitimate argument and it wouldn’t stand up in a court of law!”
“-- and started spouting shit about what or who would stand in court and--”
“Wade!”
“Yes, snickerdoodle?”
“Wade, are you guys drunk?”
A moment of silence, a hushed conversation and then Wade came back on the phone. “We plead the fifth.”
“For fucks sake.” Peter grinned at the sheer ridiculousness of his boyfriend and the lawyer/ vigilante they sometimes ran around with. “Is that your whole conversation? Which of you has the better partner?”
“I already told you, I do.” Wade’s cheesy grin was nearly audible. “What are you doing tonight, sweet cheeks? I know you aren’t saving the world because you wouldn’t dare have fun without me. Also, did I tell you I’m making it illegal for you to wear that suit without me around? Because that spandex does things to me, Webs. All this Valentines Day shit, you know they try to sell you all sorts of lingerie or scanty things but if you just wore your Spidey costume all the time I would be ruined, I swear.”
Murdock, sounding like he was yelling from the other room-- “Gross! I don’t need to know that you guys have a Spandex kink!”
“You’re one to talk!” Wade retorted. “You and Ms. Jones obviously have a weird leather or maybe latex kink so whatever me and my Petey-pie do is completely normal compared to that!”
“I really don’t need to hear about Matt’s kinks, babe.” Peter was laughing too hard to even get the words out. “Please don’t ever talk about this ever again. I’d like to be able to actually look Jessica in the eye when we meet for coffee next week.”
“Ugh fine.” Wade must have gone into the bedroom and shut the door, because everything was suddenly a lot quieter. “What’s on your mind, lemon-smooch?”
“I thought you only threw out ridiculous nicknames when I was upset.” Peter smiled over the squeak of the springs on Wade’s bed as the big merc lay back against his pillows. “What’s with lemon-smooch?”
“Eh, when I’m drunk all bets are off. I hit up Thor for some mead and whoo-boy have you had some of this? I’m hearing colors right now, and I gotta say, white and yellow are bitches.”
“White and yellow are bitches.” Completely derailed from his earlier anxiety, Peter relaxed a little further into the chair. “How’s blue?”
“Surprisingly Eeyore like.” Wade laughed at his own terrible joke. “So what’s on your mind, Pete? I was going to call you with some bullshit, but you only call when you actually need to talk, so what’s up?”
“I just wanted to talk to you.” Peter cleared his throat. “About-- about Valentines Day.”
“I thought we decided on dessert and porn.” Wade protested. “I was very excited about dessert and porn!”
“Okay, no where did we say porn, Wade.” He said in exasperation. “Not ever.”
“Pete, what did you think I meant by a movie with terrible plot and terrible acting but lots of gratuitous nudity?”
“I dunno.” Peter shrugged to himself. “Something on HBO?”
“Oooh.” Wade teased. “Sass-mouth. What would the good folks at HBO say about you ragging on Game of Thrones like that?”
“You don’t know I was talking about Game of Thrones.”
“I know exactly that you were talking about Game of Thrones.” Wade countered good naturedly. “And not to rush you, because I can talk to you just about forever, but is this going to be an all night thing? Because if so, I’m gonna send the blind man home so he stops drinking my liquor. That mead didn’t come cheap and I wanted to save some of it for us.”
“No, this won’t take all night.” Peter promised, glancing over at his computer. “I just um-- I just thought about what you said wearing something silky.”
“Yeah, and then I took it back because no one needs to see this belly in a plunging v neck romper that leaves all but a strategically placed string to the imagination.”
“Oh good Christ.” Peter dragged a hand over his face as Wade died laughing on the other end. “Thanks for that mental image.”
“Anytime, baby boy.” Wade’s voice muffled like he was taking his shirt off. “So. You were thinking about silky things. What about them?”
“Nothing… particular.” Peter hedged. “So you uh-- you like me in my suit?”
“Of course I do, Pete. You know that.”
“Okay then.”
“Okay?” Wade echoed. “That’s it? Just okay? You called me away from a hilariously belligerent drunk lawyer to check on my feelings for your suit?”
“Yeah.” Peter smiled a little. “I guess that’s the only reason I called. I mean that and obviously to hear you and Matt argue about who has the better partner.”
“Oh well, good.” Wade still sounded confused, but he made kissy noises at Peter through the phone. “Love you, sugar snack.”
“I love you too.” Peter said quietly and hung up.
A moment later he was back at his computer, typing in a quick Google search and clicking through the websites that popped up.
He finally settled on one very specific product with a very specific design in very familiar colors and felt around for his debit card to complete the purchase.
Valentines Day was on Thursday, and he had a boyfriend who loved him, who wouldn’t be disappointed by a lack of sex, whose favorite thing to see Peter in was the suit he wore every day they worked together.
Peter bought the silky thing, then opened a new search bar and typed in a few words, scanning through the results with a growing smile and a flutter of anticipation in his stomach.
This was going to be a good Valentines Day.
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If Wade noticed that Peter lingered a little longer over their kisses, or touched him more as they passed in the kitchen, he didn’t say anything about it at all, just let his smile get a little bigger each time.
Going out for Italian had been decided against, while homemade Italian had been enthusiastically agreed upon, and now the kitchen was a mess of noodles, tomatoes, garlic and various other spices and ingredients. Wade was trying his hardest to make a decent pasta sauce, and Peter was attempting meatballs amid all of Wade’s comments about ‘handling balls so well’ and “my god that meat looks huge in your hands.'
It was a recipe for disaster made even worse by mead-spiked red wine being gulped rather than sipped, and compounded by the romantic pop music playing in the background, and every time Wade bent to kiss Peter, Peter stood on his toes to make it happen faster, which of course only led to more kisses and spilled sauce and knocked over spices.
When it was all said and done, the meatballs weren’t quite cooked all the way through and the sauce was burnt, splattering all over the stove and floor and counters. The home made noodles were somehow decently delicious, so Wade ripped the top off of canned sauce and tossed it in the microwave while Peter grabbed bowls and the wine that was really just mead at this point and headed for the living room to wait.
“I hate that this is so much better than most of the Italian places I eat at.” Wade said around a mouthful of pasta and Peter slurped up a long string before adding, “That’s because most of the places you eat at are literally holes in the wall.”
“Hole in the wall restaurants have the best food.” Wade argued back, slopping a hunk of bread through the sauce. “You don’t need franchises and fancy tablecloths to make good eats.”
“I’d settle for a clean kitchen.” Peter said wryly, taking a long drink and cursing when some spilled onto his shirt. “Damn it, I’m a mess. This was a terrible idea.”
“I beg to differ.” Wade reached over and wiped another spot from Peter’s chin. “You are fucking delightful covered in pasta sauce and mead.”
“Yeah, well this shirt is a lost cause, definitely.” Peter put his bowl on the coffee table and stood up, stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside. “I can probably get the stains out of my pants but the shirt isn’t really worth saving.”
“I--” Wade’s eyes glazed over just a little bit as Peter sat back down, his mouth falling open when the muscles in the lean back flexed as Peter reached for his bowl again. “Uh yep. Lost cause. Um, are you sure your pants can be saved? Because--” his eyes went right to the distracting amount of red satin poking out from Peter’s waistband. “Because um--”
“Wade?” Peter tried not to smirk quite so big. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” It obviously took all of Wade’s concentration to look away and go back to eating. “Nothings the matter, Pete. You want some more bread?”
Peter wet his lips nervously and stood back up, kicking out of his pants with a little wiggle that made Wade’s eyes bug out. “Nah, you’re right, the pants are a lost cause too.”
“Okay.” Wade all but bolted from the couch, putting some distance between him and Peter and folding his arms over his chest. “Okay okay okay, Pete. You are one hundred percent allowed to be in my living room wearing--” a helpless little sound. “-- red satin briefs with like… a Spidey-mask on that booty because no matter what it’s doing to me, you can wear whatever you want. But I-- I need a minute, okay?”
“It’s um--It’s alright.” Peter gathered his courage and patted the couch beside him. “Come back and sit with me.”
“I can’t do that.” Wade shook his head adamantly. “Pete, I love you and I never ever want to pressure you in anyway at all so to make sure that doesn’t happen, I’m going to stand over here until I get my dick back under control and then I’ll come sit by you again.”
“God, I love you.” Peter breathed and Wade scrunched his eyes shut. “Please come here. Please?”
“Pete…” Wade sounded like he was begging. “I really really need a minute.”
“Okay, you need a minute.” Peter nodded encouragingly. “That’s fine, god knows you’ve given me more than my fair share of minutes when I needed some time. I just-- when you’re ready will you come here?”
It took a good ten minutes, but Wade finally inched his way around the living room and back to the couch, then made his way across the cushions until he was right next to Peter again.
Peter held his hand out and waited for Wade to take it before saying, “I’m not grossed out by sex, babe.”
“Pete--”
“Hush and listen.” Peter pressed a kiss to Wade’s scarred knuckles. “I’m not grossed out by sex. I love to kiss you and hold you and god I love when you hold me close at night, I love all of that. I’m not weirded out knowing that you want me, I'm not grossed out when we spoon and you get hard against me, and I’ve walked into the apartment a few times and known you were--” a vague motion towards Wade’s lap. “That doesn’t bother me, not at all. You know for me it’s just not… I’m just not interested in sex. But I'm not...not like repulsed by it, okay?”
“I don’t--” Wade took a deep breath. “I didn't--Pete, that doesn't matter to me. I told you I was fine with it and I am. I swear.”
“I was really worried about this Valentines Day.” Peter shuffled closer until their thighs rubbed together and their shoulders bumped. “I was sick to my stomach worried that you would expect something I couldn’t give you, but of course you don’t expect that. And I got all worked up thinking about maybe buying something sexy for you and then I worried that it would just be leading you on and I hated that thought. I really did.”
“Wearing something sexy isn’t leading me on!” Wade objected. “That's not true at all!”
“I know it's not.” Peter interrupted. “Wade, I know. And then you told me that you thought my suit was the sexiest thing ever and I realized that I didn’t have to make myself uncomfortable by wearing something super sexy just to make you happy. Because you like me just looking like... like me.”
“Red satin Spidey-themed briefs are definitely on the list of things I like.” Wade snarked lightly. “Wow. I love these, Pete. Love you in them.”
“I know you do.” Peter sassed back, a grin stretching the corners of his mouth. “And you pretty much reacted how I thought you would- by needing to put some distance between us and trying to be super respectful and I feel like I’ve said this a lot tonight, but I love you for that.”
“So I did a lot-- a lot-- of reading.” He emphasized. “And wanted to try something with you tonight if you’re--if you’re up to it.”
“We’re not having sex.” Wade didn’t mean to be so loud, but Peter still jumped. “You’ve had a lot to drink and it’s late and just because it’s Valentines Day doesn’t mean you have to push through your boundaries to try and--”
“Hush!” Peter clapped his hand over Wade’s mouth. “Wade, stop running your mouth for just a minute and listen to me, alright?”
Wade tried not to groan when Peter’s hand landed rather north of his knee, when warm lips brushed against his ear as Peter whispered something soft and sweet and--
“You want to what?” He jerked away in surprise, and Peter’s cheeks flushed crimson. “You-- are you-- yeah? That would be okay?”
“Yes.” Peter leaned in again, this time to kiss Wade firmly. “Yes.”
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“You’re sure?” Wade asked for about the thirtieth time as he lay back on the pillows, inching his jeans down his thighs to his knees and then off. “Because we don't have to. I'm just as happy to snuggle on the couch with you as I am to do this sort of thing.”
“You keep talking and I’m going to think you don’t want to do this at all.” Peter teased, clambering up on the bed and sitting on his knees between Wade’s feet. “We can always put our clothes back on and--”
“Please don’t put your clothes back on!” Wade blurted, and Peter laughed at him, feeling much more confident in this plan now that he could see how excited Wade was.
“God, Pete you’re--” Wade let his gaze drop over Peter’s body, over the defined muscles and long legs, back up to that little smirk that never failed to make his blood pressure sky rocket. It wasn't often that Peter stripped down to nothing but underwear and Wade loved it. “You’re gorgeous, baby boy. Christ, I can't believe you're mine.”
Peter flushed a soft pink at Wade's words, preening under the attention. He might not be interested in sex but he still sort of loved that Wade loved his body. “Do you want me to just stay here so you can look?” Peter sat up straighter, not letting himself feel foolish when he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the shiny briefs and edged them down the barest bit. “Or do you want me to be closer?”
“Can I--” Wade wet his lips, one hand playing at the band of his own boxers, the other held out cautiously. “Can I touch you? Or hold you or is that--is that too much? Do you need some distance for this?”
“What if I sit behind you?” Peter offered, and Wade’s face lit up, scooting down the bed to make room at the pillows for Peter to climb behind him, then settling back against him with a pleased sigh. “How’s that? Now I can hold you, and you can touch me too.”
“S’good.” The rush of their something new forgotten for just a moment, Wade relaxed into Peter’s chest, feeling the strength in the arms that circled his shoulders, shivering over a kiss on his bare scalp, another on his ear, ghosting down his neck. “Pete, this is good.”
“I like holding you.” Peter admitted quietly, digging his teeth in above Wade’s pulse just enough to make the big merc groan. “You’ve been so good about not pressuring me and asking before you even try to cop a feel and I forget to ask you what you need too.” A beat of silence. “Or what you want. And after reading a few things, I thought maybe this-- maybe this is something you want.”
“You’re okay with it?” Wade asked again and Peter chuckled into his shoulder, hugging him tighter and letting his nails scratch down Wade’s chest. “Pete, I’m serious. Don't feel like you have to do this, because you don't. I just want to--”
“I’m serious too.” A gentle push at Wade’s shoulders so he slid down further between Peter’s legs, his head lolling back onto Peter’s shoulder. “I want to be like this with you, babe. Happy Valentines Day to us, huh?”
“Okay.” Wade took another deep breath and grabbed his lube from the top drawer before he lost his nerve, palming down his quickly hardening cock before shoving his boxers off his thighs to his knees. “Happy Valentines Day to us.”
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Wade was a loopy, giggly mess for several minutes after he had finished and Peter kept trying and failing to muffle his laughter in his hands.
“Fuck me, that was so good.” Wade shuddered through a little ripple of pleasure. “Pete, that was amazing.”
“Is that how you compliment yourself every time you do this sort of thing?” Peter asked lazily, feeling the tension flow right out of Wade’s body as he stroked down his sides and over a sharp hipbone. “Because I didn’t do anything you know, it was all you.”
“It was better because you were here.” Wade clarified, throwing an arm up and around to hook over Peter’s neck, turning his head and puckering up for an awkwardly angled but no less heartfelt kiss. “Thank you. I've done this about a million times by myself, but having you here made it so much better.”
“You’re so big.” Peter murmured admiringly, glancing down at Wade’s cock. Sure, sex wasn’t his thing, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate Wade’s body, the thick length softening against a powerful thigh, the muscles bunching and tensing beneath his palms. “And gorgeous. You could be naked with me more, if you want. Or mostly naked I mean.”
“Mmm, I'd like that.” Wade closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, capturing Peter's hand and pressing it over his heartbeat as it started to slow and even out. “Thank you.”
“Are you sure this was alright?” Peter asked after another moment of content silence. “I know it’s not real sex. You were getting yourself off and I didn’t help or anything, just held you but it was good for me. Was it-- was it okay for you?”
“Pete.” Wade managed to turn himself over, wiping carelessly at his stomach with a discarded t shirt before wrestling Peter down onto the mattress and pinning him with a long kiss. “I told you before that I’m happy to just hold you. I get to hold you and kiss you and call you stupid nick names and somehow you still love me for it. That was enough. But this--” he groaned, kissed Peter again, nibbling at his bottom lip and getting a big hand around to grab at Peter’s ass.
“Pete, this was incredible. I never thought to ask if this sort of thing was alright but I’ve dreamed about--” this time Peter leaned up to kiss him and Wade lingered over it until he could barely see straight. “I’ve dreamed about doing this with you. You being here with me is amazing.”
“It’s enough?”
“You’re more than enough.” Wade promised. “You’re more than enough, baby boy. Always have been.”
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The sun was coming up by the Wade and Peter were ready to call it a night. The remnants of their disastrous dinner had to be cleaned up and an entire gallon of ice cream was eaten as dessert, the rest of the mead put away for another time.
Sauce stained clothes were thrown in the wash, Peter stealing Wade’s fluffiest robe to cover up and laughing when Wade gave a long suffering sigh about not being able to see the ridiculous underwear anymore.
Kisses were sweet and lazy, Wade thrilled with this new step in their relationship, Peter content and secure knowing that even before tonight he had been enough for Wade, that they had been enough for Wade.
“I love you.” he whispered as they finally climbed into bed, Wade cuddling him close over his heart. “So much.”
“Aw, I know you do pumpkin-licious.” Wade squealed when Peter pinched him. “Okay fine! Fine! I love you too! I love you too!
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Kidge Parent HC Part 2.5
Previous Part Links:
Kidge Married Pre-Babies: [here]
Kidge w/ Babies Part 2.1: [here]
Kidge w/ Babies Part 2.2: [here]
Kidge w/ Babies Part 2.3: [here] *There’s a little angst in this one, FYI
Kidge w/ Babies Part 2.4: [here]
HEY LONG TIME NO RAMBLE SO SORRY ABOUT THAT!!! School and Work and blah, ya know how it goes! Let’s get into the fun stuff, though, shall we? :3c
I decided to break this one down by dynamics; specifically, I’ll start by talking generally about Keith and Pidge as parents, family dynamics/routines that are the same between all the kids, then their relationships with each of the kids, and then we’ll get into what, exactly, the kids are like themselves. I’ll be stopping off with information once we hit around the 12-13 age with each kid and will resume explaining things in the next part from there, as there will be one more part.
There will be one more part focusing on more on the kids in their later teens/ young adult/ adult years, so there will be some Kidge Grandparent stuff in there! Hopefully I can get that part out much sooner than it took me to get this part out, but I am going to warn that I want to try and get one update completed for each of my current fics before I start really focusing in on the next part, so there will be a bit of a wait.
Also, up until the point I explain how he got the nickname, I’ll be calling Newt by his actual name of Oliver. Just wanted to add that so there wasn’t any confusion as to why I shift names halfway through.
First little random side note that I wanted to mention!!!
Keith does pretty well about maintaining his workout routine, though he definitely skips days more often once Pidge first gets pregnant – wanting to make sure to look after her, make sure she isn’t overworking herself, etc. – and becoming a bit more sporadic as the kids are born. Normally he can sneak in a session while the kids are taking naps or otherwise occupied, though. Matt teases that his six-pack is more of a four-pack now. Additionally, he gets a bit more relaxed about shaving his face. He’ll let himself get a bit scruffier just because he’s more focused on Pidge and the kids and forgets he should probably do something with that scruffy nonsense cropping up.
He goes from being Fitness Keith into Rugged Dedicated Daddy Keef. Pidge loves him just the same because, as far as she’s concerned, he’s still the same romantic goof she fell for.
Having four babies also affects Pidge’s body physically a bit. She does pretty good about maintaining a healthy balance of foods during her pregnancies, but there’s always a bit of weight gain as a side effect, plus pushing a small human body from your own tends to do a bit of widening to the hips, giving her a sort of pear-shaped silhouette; and, she is admittedly a bit salty that her breasts don’t get too much more in the area of growth as a result. She also does a moderate job about working out between pregnancies once she’s healed, but she’s not particularly worried or stressed about having a little extra weight packed on. It’s not a particularly large amount that she gains and she carries it well, but she definitely has a little bit of pudge around the middle. Most of it, though, goes to her thighs.
Becoming a mom basically makes Pidge a bit more Thicc™. Keith is absolutely 100% okay with this and still sees Pidge as the most incredible woman he’s ever known.
Okay, back to the tooth-rotting sweetness! :3
This is just something I need to say outright; they have baby books for each of the kids that are overloaded with pictures of their first full year in the world, with little notes stating when they had their first smile/laugh/word/step/tooth. They also save the onesies that each baby was brought home in and keep them in little shadow boxes with other sentimental items as the kids get older because they’re incredibly sentimental about all of it.
Pidge’s office at the Garrison is covered in photos of her, Keith and the kids, and if you notice she’s in a pissy mood? Point to one of the pictures and ask her what the family was doing when that was taken. She’ll start excitedly regaling you with how amazing her kids and husband are. Likewise, Keith carries a little pocket-album of family photos on him practically everywhere. If you’re meeting him for the first time and need to break the ice? Ask him if he has any pictures of his family, which you’ve heard so much about. He will immediately decide you are Good People and tell you all about how great they are and how much he loves them.
Keith is by far the more protective parent in their duo. Part of this is because he's always wanted a family and wants to be a Good Dad™ but thinks he has to work harder at it because he didn’t have a healthy family environment to grow up in. His dad died when he was young and Krolia wasn't around during his younger years so he frets over not knowing how to be a Good Parent™. Pidge always reassures him that so long as he makes sure to let the kids know how much he loves them, he's gonna be an absolutely phenomenal dad. It helps a bit during her first pregnancy and once Amber's actually there, in his arms, he realizes that they're all gonna be just fine.
He promises each of the kids when he first gets to hold them that he's gonna always be there to love and protect them. Takes any chance he can to reiterate that to them, too.
Pidge tends to be a bit more relaxed in her approach, in that she’ll give the kids a bit more independence sooner than Keith thinks they should, but by some strange proxy she tends to be the disciplinarian more often. Mostly because, while Keith will dish out punishments and lectures when necessary, it's clear he feels way guiltier about it than she does. Pidge, meanwhile, does not take mutiny in the ranks of the Kogane home lightly despite the fact that she was the LITERALLY embodiment of mutiny in her teen years; and, to specify, the kids only get in trouble when they knowingly do things they’ve been told or taught not to. They’ll let the kids slide the first two or three times they make a mistake after they learn not to do something, but once it clearly becomes a matter of testing how much their parents will put up with, the hammer gets dropped.
Since I'm on the subject, sometimes they do disagree about how to parent the kids, but they take the time to talk and find compromises. It’ normally a matter of Keith being a hyper-cautious Mother Hen, but there are points where Pidge is giving the kids more credit in regards to maturity/ responsibility than they deserve. I’ll expound on that sentiment more once we get further down the line.
Also, regarding punishments, they agree to using timeouts and sending the kids to their rooms when they're little, and graduate to revoking privileges and grounding as they get older.
Also, they're both terrible about co-sleeping. Like, initially Pidge insists it's okay because it makes things easier for her. Newborns need to be fed every 2-3 hours for the first couple of weeks. It's just easier for her to be able to either unclasp her nursing tank top or tug her shirt up, let the baby latch on to her boobie, and then pass back out. Eventually the baby will get milk drunk and pass out, too. Once the babies can go longer without feeding, they start trying to get them settled in their bassinette so they get used to sleeping in a spot by themselves so the transition to the crib is easier. But then they'll get fussy and Keith and Pidge feel bad because the baby is clearly sad and lonely and wants love. So they'll get up and bring them into bed for sleepy snuggles with Mommy and Daddy.
They do eventually get the kids transitioned from co-sleeping to their cribs. In order from easiest to hardest, it goes as follows; Oliver - and the irony of that isn't lost on Mommy and Daddy -, Kaden, Amber and lastly Aria.
When the kids get scared at night, they'll still clamor into bed with them. Aria does it the most and Amber does it the least, while the boys fall into a middle ground where they’re about equal with each other. There have been a handful of instances where they end up with all four kids in bed with them – specifically during really bad storms - and Keith is always grateful he let Pidge talk him into ordering the special extra-large king-sized bed from the planet Hintinue because there is no way they’d be able to fit six people on a regular king comfortably.
Keith and Pidge are really affectionate parents. Like, if one of the Kidgelings’ wants some cuddles? They will get those cuddles, no questions asked, regardless of the circumstances. Mommy’s drafting up a new schematic for an alternate generator for the Garrison to use? Fuck the Garrison; Pidge will push her projects aside to scoop the needy tot up in her arms, pressing little kisses to their head and rubbing circles into their back. Daddy was getting ready to do his workout in the basement gym? Leg Day is on hold; Keith has a responsibility to snuggle up with whichever baby it is, tucking their head under his chin and chatting with them softly about this or that.
I’ve always imagined that the Holt’s are an incredibly close, affectionate family that just exudes love and acceptance, so for Pidge this is just natural. These are her babies and they deserve all the snuggles and smooches they could ever want or need. It’s her gosh darn responsibility and she is more than willing to take it on. I also think that this mentality from the Holt’s probably boggled Keith’s mind when he started dating Pidge and they just… Kinda took him in with open arms. Probably a bit of an adjustment period for him but he learned that he actually really admired and emulated how open the relationship within his wife’s extended family is.
For Keith, it’s a matter of wanting to give his kids what he didn’t really get. Like, I imagine that Ethan Kogane was a great dad, who always told and showed Keith how much he loved him, but he was also a single father with a young child he was trying to raise all alone. And he died when Keith was still pretty young. I know the series hasn’t said what age he was, but I always leaned towards Keith being about seven/eight when it happened. And, obviously, Krolia wasn’t around when he was young for him to have an affectionate, doting mother figure either. Also, I think Krolia is certainly a loving mother, but I think that she’s sometimes unsure of when physical displays are appropriate with Keith because of the time they spent apart.
I think that would help to explain some of Keith’s canon struggle in how to properly interact with other people, and why he is probably the Paladin who has had the least physical shows of affection with other characters, but the ones he’s had have been deeply significant to his character. This rationale is also why I choose to read/ interpret him as the kind of father that I do. Keith is definitely someone who loves the people around him but isn’t always sure how to express it though this doesn’t apply so much to Pidge herself because she has straight-up told him to shower her in affection whenever he wants because she’s gonna do the same. But with little kids? As someone who lives in a house with a three-and-a-half year old and a nine month old baby, I can assure you they love nothing more than attention and physical affection. Interacting with the kids, Keith doesn’t need to worry so much about his physical affection being unwanted.
They’re just really loving parents, you guys.
Until all four kids are officially in school, Keith is a stay-at-home Daddy, at Pidge's insistence. She makes a bit more than him and most of his work can still be done from the house. They agree they don't want their kids spending eight hours a day in a daycare program with a bunch of people they don’t know very well. Plus Pidge thinks it’ll be really good for Keith because, when they first have the conversation about it after Amber’s born, poor guy gets extremely uncomfortable and anxious over the idea of handing their precious little lady over to a stranger for an extended period of time.
They do, however, get the kids signed into a little pre-school program for the two years before they enter kindergarten. The program only goes for three hours in the morning so Pidge will drop them off and Keith does the pickup. They do it so the kids can get ahead academically, as well as to make sure they have good social skills. While they're at pre-school, Keith works on whatever work assignment he's been given and then works on it again while the kids nap.
He, Allura and Shay form a sort of gossipy housewives group where they occasionally meet up after picking the kids up to grab lunch and talk smack about the obnoxious parents they encounter. Pidge dubs them the Soccer Mom Squad. Lance offers to make them all matching t-shirts.
As a small bonus, while the kids are at home with Keith, he’ll do fun little arts and crafts projects with them. Finger-paints, ceramics, drawing, making bead animals, scrapbooking… You name it, he’s figured out how to and has done it with the kids at least once. He and Pidge save literally everything the kids make for them ever to keep on the desks at work, or on their desks at home, or just keeping them saved in containers to keep them safe and because they’re both ridiculously sentimental.
In regards to the Holidays, I’ve always liked the idea that Pidge’s maternal side of the family is of Jewish heritage, while Samuel’s family was a bit more agnostic and partook in Christmas based solely on the fact that they supported the main ideals Christmas was meant to represent; i.e. Being kind to your fellow man, spending meaningful time with your family, giving to those that have less, etc. I also like the idea that Keith’s father was not someone who aligned to a specific religion and more fell in line to Christmas based on the commercialism and to give a young Keith something to look forward to during the holiday season. As such, the Kidgelings celebrate Hanukkah with the Holt’s as well as Christmas with the whole family. Additionally, they’ll go partake in community events to help their fellow man.
While Keith and Pidge are both practical people, they still kiss any boo-boos the kids get after they clean and cover them. It's just Good Parenting 101.
Also, Keith and Pidge take turns packing lunches for the kids to take to school once they start. Each time they do, they’ll use a sharpie – in their respective color, of course – and leave little notes on the Ziploc baggies that they put one of their little snacks. It’s always well wishes, but sometimes they’ll add little bonus points if they know the kid has something big going on that day too. Things like “Knock’em dead in the soccer team tryouts!” and “You’re going to kill that math test this afternoon!” that are just little things but the kids seriously love that their parents do that for them.
Keith joins the PTA so that he can help out with funding events and always know what's going on with the kids' extracurricular activities. For the longest time, the PTA parents are convinced Keith's a widower, due to Pidge being MIA at a lot of the events. This normally happens due to situations such as other functions for one of the other kids coinciding with the one Keith's attending or one of the kids being sick and needing to stay home. The other PTA parents gossip over their thirst for Rugged Dedicated Daddy Keef, with the boldest of them actually going so far as to openly flirt with the oblivious doof.
They all realize they were wrong when, at the science fair, they see Keith, balancing a sleepy three year old Aria on one hip, holding the hand of a fiery little bombshell blonde who is arguing with the judges because "Excuse me my son LITERALLY reverse-engineered a piece of alien technology and then rebuilt it using Earth tech and you give him a participation ribbon? And give first place to the kid who lit a light bulb with a potato? Oh Heckle deckle naw!"
They still thirst after him, but they are quieter about it. And some of them may even start thirsting after both the Kogane parents who are we to judge them? We'd all be just as bad let's be real.
Keith sings to all the kids when they're little and each of them has their own special song he only sings for them. He does, however, have one song that all four kids share, too. The songs - with links in the titles - are as follows:
All - Heart of Life cover by I Fight Dragons. Original version is by John Mayer but the chiptune cover is just Hella.
Amber - Boats and Birds by Gregory and the Hawk It's symbolic for reasons
Kaden – Somewhere Only We Know by Lily Allen
Oliver - You are the Moon by the Hush Sound
Aria - Into the Woods by Cilla Jane
Pidge loves to read to the kids. When they're super little, she goes with stuff like Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein. As they get older, though, she does more lengthy books like the Warrior Cats series, The Chronicles of Narnia, and the Harry Potter Series. Keith will help with the dialogue for male characters while Pidge does the females and narration.
An added bit to the reading thing which I've made reference to in a fic before but wanted to take the time to further elaborate on here; Pidge develops little headbands for the kids to wear while she reads. It'll create the story in a small hologram and depict the events of the tale as the kids' see them. It focuses more the general ideas as they see it instead of the more minuscule, fine details. This is mostly because the kids views of certain things - fur pattern of a cat, color of a dress, etc - may differ and, thus, conflict.
They have a system for bedtime.
First, Pidge and Keith read to the kids before they start doing all the other stuff, all the kids gathered together in the living room with their parents. The kids get bathed every other night but two kids get bathed a night. Amber and Kaden take baths on the same nights, while Oliver and Aria take the same nights. Keith and Pidge take turns with who does what. If Keith bathes the kids, Pidge is responsible for getting them dressed and helping them brush their teeth, and vice versa. Pidge always tucks the kids into bed and turns their nightlight on for them before heading out of the room. Keith always sings to them when he comes in after to help them settle in further.
When the kids are still little beanie babies and in the bath, Pidge says the goofiest, cutest things to them.
*Pidge, gently rinsing Aria off.* “How do you feel now?” *Pauses for a whole second.* “Adorable.” *Said with a small, sassy head warble.*
*Aria giggles excitedly.*
*Pidge, grinning wide as she leans in closer to pick her up.* “And how do you look?” *Pauses for another whole second. “Super adorable!” *Said, again, with sassy head warble.*
*Aria squeals in delight.*
With Keith, he and the kids play elaborate games while they’re in the bath using their little toys. Like, they come up with entire backstories for it and probably spend way longer in the tub post-clean-up than necessary. One such instance involved Newt pretending to be Cthulhu and flooding half the bathroom with a splash and Keith’s pants with the splash he created. Pidge was a little bit displeased with this. Keith ended up having to clean the mess up with the wet pants still on.
So Homework!! They have a system for this too!!
The kids always do their homework at the kitchen table just to assure they it gets done and they don't goof off. They love their kids but they know what to expect from them. Keith helps them with History and English, Pidge takes Math and Science, and they alternate on Geography/ Social Studies/ Whatever the Hell they call it now. Since they also take turns on who makes dinner, they work the system as such: If Keith is making dinner, the kids work with Pidge on her respective subjects while he's cooking. After dinner, while Pidge does the dishes, Keith works on his respective subjects with them. And vice versa, obviously.
Most of the time, the kids will help out, too. They’ll help set the table and, depending on where they’re at with their homework, they’ll help with doing the dishes and putting away any leftovers.
The only night that homework isn't an immediate concern is Friday nights because weekend. Typically, though, the kids still fall in line with the schedule solely because they like having their weekend be stress free so they can go fuck shit up have a lot of fun.
They teach all the kids basic self-defense moves. Amber and Kaden are the only ones that take a vested interest in learning the art of fighting, though, so that becomes a way for those two to bond. Newt learns a decent amount for really dire situations but normally relies on his quick thinking in a fight. Aria doesn't remember jack from what she's taught because she never has a reason to use it. This is due to how she is a Too Smol Cinnamon Roll™ who would never want to fight anyone ever.
Additionally, over the weekend, they tend to do a variety of things from one-on-one kid stuff as well as family-centered things. Sunday nights are typically when they either watch a movie or play board games together.
Okay, now let's talk about the dynamics between each parent and the children individually!
Keith and Pidge each have something special that they only really do with each kid, one-on-one. This is because they want to make sure they know their kids and are close to them, so that way the kids know their parents are always there to support/help them, as well as to give them chances to open up to them if/ when they are facing struggles. It’s also because they want to make sure that the kids feel like they get equal care and attention from both their parents. I’m gonna start with Pidge, and go in birth order with each of the little Kidgelings.
Basically, Keith and Pidge are the kind of parents who, when they say they know what’s going on with their kids, they mean it. And not in the sense that they snoop or pry, but in an organic and respectful way that the kids feel comfortable coming to them about the mundane stuff as well as when a situation gets really challenging for them.
Pidge and Amber bond over B-Grade horror flicks. They love sitting and riffing on the effects, plot, characters, all of it. They’re favorites are Plan 9 from Outer Space, Killer Klowns from Outer Space, and both of the Birdemic films. They make sure to get plenty of snacks and drinks before they start their little movie marathons. They go with Butterfingers, Reese’s, Red Vines, and a bowl of popcorn with, strange as it may seem, chocolate syrup drizzled on top. They go with Dr. Pepper – or Cherry Dr. Pepper when they’re feeling a little different – for their drink of choice and settle in for a Mother-Daughter riff fest.
Pidge and Kaden bond over building small soapbox carts together. Kaden joins a little hobby racing group for kids and they hold frequent charity racing events. The club has a rule, though, that the child participants can only participate with soapbox carts they make themselves; with the help of a parent/ guardian, of course. Pidge, given her knowledge in regards to constructing technology and devices, is the perfect partner to help her son. Pidge actually clears a little area in her garage workshop and buys him a toolkit for his use only. She always takes her time and lets him do a majority of the hard work, serving more as a guiding hand, and Kaden adores getting the chance to gain some firsthand knowledge from his Mom about stuff like this.
Pidge and Newt bond over classic video games, which is to be expected, I think. Newt is the one whose interests and hobbies – for the most part – fall in line with Pidge’s own so they have the most ground to build on. In specific, he’s really intrigued by old game systems and video games from way before he was born. Pidge, being an avid collector, has a wide array for him to get a firsthand experience with. She likes watching him get angry when he gets stuck on puzzles in games and then try to whine at her to tell him the answer. How well-behaved he’s been between their gaming sessions determines how quickly she relents in giving him hints or tips to help him figure things out.
Pidge and Aria end up bonding over, interestingly enough, doing yoga together! One day, when Aria is about six, they’re picking Kaden up from his karate class and notice a flier for a Mommy-Daughter yoga class that one of the dance instructor’s is aiming to start. Aria gets really excited about the idea and asks if they can go, which Pidge agrees to because she can’t say no to one of her babies getting excited about participating in things. They have a blast getting to go to their weekly yoga sessions to get a bit of a workout and spend some one-on-one time for a good while, but then the instructor moves away and the class is cancelled. After that, Pidge invests in some yoga DVDs for at home so they can still do their work out together, using that as a guide.
Sometimes, when Aria notices that he isn’t busy, she’ll invite Kaden to join her and Pidge with their yoga session, since it’s a good way to unwind.
Keith and Amber bond over the great outdoors. I’ve always really kind of loved how Pidge isn’t very interested in nature despite being the Green Paladin, while Keith feels more at ease in those environments. Amber tends to lean towards siding with Keith in this regard. She really likes it when Keith lets her help him with the gardening and other yard work tasks. She loves getting to go out, slip on some gloves, and help Keith with pulling weeds or putting in a new type of plant. Keith teaches her all that he knows about plants and wilderness survival – because, come one. The dude lived in a rundown shack in the middle of the desert for at least one year. Homeboy has to have some decent wilderness survival skills – such as teaching her how to tell what kind of berries are safe to eat, how to use moss on a tree to navigate better, how to start a fire without a lighter/matches, etc.
Keith and Kaden bond over old mecha shows and building models of the mechs they see. I’ve always believed that Keith was a huge fan of giant robot and super sentai shows growing up, so when Kaden starts taking an interest in those kinds of things, he’s eager to encourage and engage in them with him. They’ll power through a whole series of Gundam over the course of a night or two, select their favorite two or three robots, and Keith will look into ordering the model kits for them to construct together. They take turns on who reads off the instructions and who does the actual assembly. So far, their favorites have been the original Mobile Suit Gundam that started the whole franchise and Gundam Wing. Their favorite builds are RX-78-2 Gundam and XXXG-01D Gundam Deathscythe. This hobby is somewhat similar to what he does with Pidge mostly because Kaden likes doing tasks that keep his hands busy.
Keith and Oliver bond over wildlife and animals in general. Remember in the last part where I mentioned that Keith ends up taking Oliver with them on the morning walks because of what a Lil Shit™ he is to Aria? When Keith takes him along, he gives him a little checklist of wildlife common on the path they take and tells him to put a little checkmark next to the name of each one he sees. After this, Oliver becomes greatly fascinated with the habits and differences of the wilderness around their home. Due to Keith having those previously-mentioned wilderness survival skills, he actually knows a lot about the animals so he can answer most questions Oliver has for him. Sometimes they’ll go to wildlife exhibits and museums to further their knowledge, or just go dink around in the wilderness near their house. This led to a time where Oliver located a few Rough-skinned newts in a pond and, knowing very little about them, snatched two up and took them over to show Keith. Fun thing about this type of newt; they release a toxin to deter predators. Keith hastily helped him put them back and, on the way to a nearby public restroom to thoroughly wash his hands clean of the toxins, he explained this to his son. After this, Oliver declared newts his favorite animals and the family gave him his infamous nickname: Newt.
Additionally, because Amber and Newt have somewhat similar interests, Keith will sometimes take them with him for a little one-night camping trip.
Keith and Aria bond over music, obvious as that is. Keith knows how to play the guitar and piano and has a decent set of pipes on him. Plus, he loves getting to sing the kids lullabies, too. Aria’s always been soothed by music and as she grows, so does her passion for the subject. Keith teaches her the piano and will take her to see musicals when they come into the area. Pidge teasingly calls them their “Daddy-Daughter Dates” because of how they’ll go out for dinner either before or after depending on what time the show is. For days afterwards, they’ll randomly burst out into duets of whatever their favorite songs from the show were. Of the shows they’ve been able to see, they’ve liked Wicked, Chicago, and Phantom of the Opera the best. Keith may also have a soft spot in him for Mamma Mia!; Pidge has heard him humming Dancing Queen more times than he’d like her to acknowledge, and teases him about it when she catches him.
Okay, now why don’t we actually talk about the Kidgelings themselves, hm? I’ll be going in birth order again because it’s easier. I may, however, jump around a little bit in this since I’ll try to talk about the relationships between the siblings.
So little Miss Amber Rose Kogane!
Let’s start with some superficial, trivial fun facts; Amber’s favorite color is peach, just like her baby blanket, but she also really likes dark green hues. Her favorite animals are giraffes and deer. Her favorite foods are anything pasta-related, but she’s especially fond of five-cheese lasagna and chicken alfredo. Since Nanny Collie is a master at Italian dishes, she’ll happily make these for the kids when they’re over, and later teaches Amber the family recipe when she’s older. Her favorite desserts are anything mint-flavored, much like Keith. The two of them will often share bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream together. Her favorite candies are Reese’s and Butterfinger bars. Since they’re the same as Pidge, she’ll often share them with her Momma.
Amber is a snarky, headstrong and confident little thing. She’s quick with a quip or jab at anyone who tries to antagonize her or her siblings. Also, she’s as stubborn as a mule. She will happily get into knock-down drag-out fights with other people – of both the physical and verbal variety – when she knows she’s right. And that, right there, is the big thing about her; Amber will fight tooth and nail when she knows that she is in the right.
Amber is often seen as being a bit arrogant by some of the other kids at school, but really it’s just that she’s confident, self-assured, and brave to the extent that it’s borderline suicidal. Guess which parent she gets that from. She’s learned something significant from both of her parents that have a huge hand in shaping her. From Pidge, she learns to be proud of what she’s good at while working hard at areas where she falls short. From Keith, she learns when to choose her battles, but also that when she chooses to pick the fight, she should see it through; regardless of if she wins or loses.
Her parents are firm with her that they don’t approve of fighting, but they’re also not naïve enough to think that conflict won’t happen sometimes. They were Paladins of Voltron fighting the Galra Empire. They know what it means to be placed in a situation where fighting back may be the only conflict-resolution that yields any kind of meaningful results. So, while they make sure that Amber understands that non-hostile approaches should always be her first approach, they do take the time to make sure that she has the necessary skills to take care of herself if/ when she needs to handle an escalated situation.
They teach all the kids this lesson, but Amber’s the one who tends to need to have a refresher on it most often because she just can’t stop herself sometimes. Amber Rose Kogane lives to fight.
Her tendency towards conflict ends up working well in her favor once she starts taking on extracurricular activities at school. She joins the soccer, volleyball, and track and field teams at school, as well as taking fencing classes and gymnastic courses outside of that. She always liked how good Keith was with a blade, but she finds the rapiers that fencers use to be a bit more suited to her, given that she’s a petite and zippy build. Engaging in somewhat competitive and physically draining hobbies helps to temper her out quite a bit as she gets older. She’s still a bit of an impulsive right-fighter, but she gets a lot better about assessing a situation before she starts in on the smug commentary.
In regards to her relationships with her siblings, she’s probably the closest with Kaden, but she does get along really well with Newt and Aria too. Well, except when Newt’s being an antagonistic lil’ shit; then she puts on her Big Sis Breeches and reminds him how the pecking order works. She and Kaden like to spare together in regards to both fisticuffs and practicing with blades; while being supervised by an adult, of course. Sometimes Newt will come into her room while she’s doing homework and just sit with her, working on some project of his own at the desk she never uses, music playing and the two of them just enjoying some quiet company. Amber and Aria have the least common ground, but the older Kogane definitely has a soft spot for her baby sister, listening to her prattle about the latest bit of gossip within her friend group and offering advice on how to hopefully diffuse the social situation.
Ironically enough, Amber’s really good at thinking of peaceful solutions to conflicts that don’t directly involve her. Not so good at the practicing what she preaches thing, though.
Amber takes her position as the oldest very seriously; though, sometimes, this leads to her butting heads with the others more than she should. Amber tends to be a bit of a nosy busybody, so if she thinks that something’s up with one of her siblings, she’s gonna shove her nose into their business. More times than not, though, once she knows what’s up, she’ll keep quiet and just kind of keep tabs on them. If she thinks they need her help, she’ll intervene. If she thinks it’s outside of her pay wage, she’ll drop subtle hints to Keith and Pidge that something is up. Typically they already noticed, but they appreciate her concern regardless.
While her abrasive attitude makes her a bit difficult to get along with, Amber does have a small group of friends; most of them being boys. The two she’s closest with are Alfor, the oldest of Lance and Allura’s kids, and Richter, Hunk and Shay’s son. Richter tries to be the voice of reason in their little gaggle but, sadly, tends to get ignored a lot when they’re really young. As they get older, though, Amber really values having him as her friend because he can help to keep her from picking needless fights. She and Alfie are kind of like frenemies and, because of this, the “legendary rivalry” between Keith and Lance lives again.
Only this time, the involved Kogane is an active and willing participant with just as much sass as her opponent.
Hunk’s heart goes out to his son, because he’s been there.
One time, when they were playing hide-and-seek at the park, Alfor accidentally broke Amber’s nose. For the game, they made up only three simple rules; you can’t move from your location once you hide, you can’t hide in any of the family cars, and you can’t hide in the bathroom. Amber was it and had found everyone except him.
“Okay, where could he be?” *Amber grumbling, hand son her hip, glaring around angrily.*
“I thought I saw him heading towards the bathroom!” *Patrick, another one of the kids in their rag-tag grade-schooler gang, chimed in.*
“Are you kidding me? Well, Prince of Dorktea just signed himself up as being it next since he broke the stinkin’ rules!” *Amber, furious, marching her way over to the bathrooms*
“But Amber, that’s are the boy’s restroom! You can’t go in there!” *Richter, fretful and reasonable as always.*
*Amber turns, walking backwards towards the little bathroom hut.* “Yeah, and he went in there specifically to try and cheat to win! If he thinks I’m gonna let him win, he’s got another thing coming!”
“Oh man, she’s gonna give it to him good!” *Curtis, another one of their friends, states with a laugh. He then starts jogging after her.* “Come on! We gotta see this!”
*Cue the small group of Richter, Patrick, Curtis, Kaden, and another kid in their group, Monty, pattering along with her. The other boys are all giggly and giddy because they think Amber and Alfor’s fights are funny. Richter has a Bad Feeling™.*
*Amber marches in and looks down at the bottom of the stalls, seeing a set of electric blue and black sneakers scuffing up the cement flooring in the second stall.* “Alfor, you big cheat! Get out here and take your turn being it!” *She begins pounding on the door to add emphasis to her point.*
*There’s a quiet shift and suddenly the shoes are gone.*
“I already saw your feet, dingus! Standing on the toilet isn’t gonna help you none!”
“Go away or I’m gonna tell your Mom and Dad you went into the boy’s room!”
*Cue all the other kids – sans Richter - letting out a scandalized ‘Oooohhhhh!’*
“Go ahead! I’ll just tell your Mom and Dad that you were cheating!”
*Cue another round of jeers from the Peanut Gallery.*
*Alfor suddenly throws the door open with way more force than necessary, causing it to fly full-force into Amber and knocking her flat on her back.* “Don’t you dare, you dirty-! Hey, where’d she-?” *He starts, then pauses when she isn’t there, and looks around. His eyes get really wide when he sees her as she rolls onto her side and starts to push herself upright.* “Uh, A-Amber, are you-?”
“You friggin’ jerk! What’d you do that for?” *Amber turns to face him, scowling and furious with a few tears prickling her eyes, not realizing that her nose is now gushing blood. She reaches up to wipe at her eyes then freezes when her fingers come back bloody. Slowly lifts her head to look at the other kids, who are now pale and aghast, then glares over at Alfor.* “I am so telling on you!”
*The other boys scatter immediately, darting off to avoid being included in the backlash that’ll most certainly come from the grown-ups. Kaden rushes over to Pidge, Keith, Allura and Lance, who are settled at a picnic table talking. Aria is napping in her stroller while Newt is on the swings with Krolia, who they all call Nana Olia. The little guy is shrieking and wailing like mad as he approaches, causing all the adults to go into Panic Mode. Pidge and Keith dart over, meeting him halfway, and Pidge scoops him up.*
“Kaden, baby, what’s wrong? What happened? What hurts?” *Pidge, trying to remain calm, but her tone just a bit urgent and frantic.*
*He’s way too distressed to understand but they at least manage to get “Amber” and “bad owie” out of it. Keith starts to look around for her, glancing over at the playground equipment and swings to see if she’s there, and then towards the little soccer field since sometimes Patrick will bring a ball and they’ll play out there.*
*And then, when his eyes swipe back towards the direction Kaden came from, Amber has trotted up, still scowling, blood having started to stain the front of her shirt, little arms crossed over her chest.* “Dad, Mom, Alfor is a stupid jerk who cheats and then he went and did this to me!” *She points at her still-steadily bleeding nose.*
Keith nearly has a heart attack. Pidge is absolutely livid. The McClain’s lay the law down something fierce with Alfie once he stops hiding in the bathroom.
This isn’t the last time that any of the Kidgelings get hurt pretty bad and Ho Boi does Amber give them another more severe bout of heart attacks about injuries in the future but it is the first time it happens and it freaks them both out something fierce.
Pretty early on into her pre-teen years, when all her classmates are starting to get past the concept of cooties and start to develop attractions to their peers, Amber reveals that she’s not attracted to boys. She is, though, attracted to other girls. She’d always sort of known because she never really thought any of her friends were cute but there were tons of girls in her classes that she thought were cute, she just never really thought much about it when she was younger. Keith and Pidge are both absolutely supportive and accepting of her sexuality, telling her that she’s their baby girl and they’d love her regardless of her sexual orientation. She also talks a lot about it with Uncle Shiro, since he’s openly gay and happily married at this point.
*Amber, shrugging off her backpack and flopping face down on the couch with a loud groan when she comes home from school.*
*Shiro perks up, pouring himself a cup of coffee since he was over visiting.* “Hey there, Ber-Ber. How was school?”
“Beatrice friggin’ Hollinger!” *She lifts her head just long enough to be heard shouting this before flopping back down.*
“Oh, she’s the cute red-head on the volleyball team with you, right?”
*Another long, drawn-out groan from Amber.*
“Come in here with me. I’ll make you a glass of chocolate milk and you can tell Uncle Shiro all about it, my poor Padawan.”
I’ll elaborate much more on these two in another post I’m planning to make *cough IhaveanaskthisfitsbetterinthatI’mstillpreparing cough* so look forward to more information about that there.
On to baby number two; Kaden Ethan Kogane!
So the fun trivial facts with the little guy! Kaden’s favorite colors are any shade of red and any shade of orange, kind of like the predominant hues of a sunrise. His favorite animals are moose, thanks to his dear friend Bob, and he also really loves fennec foxes. His favorite food is anything with meat and, additionally, he really likes artichokes. His favorite desserts are snicker doodle and gingerbread cookies; he loves things that have a bit of spice and kick to them. This is more something he gets from Pappy Sam, so whenever he goes over to visit them, Nanny Collie will make a little platter of cookies for them to share. His favorite candies are anything with dark chocolate, though he also really loves dark chocolate raisins. Keith is also fond of the chocolate raisins and the two will snack on them together.
Kaden may not be the oldest since Amber became an official member of the family roster, but that doesn’t really change much about him. He’s still a very noble little dude who will eagerly throw down for the greater good of those he cares about. He’s a bit more on the reserved side, his appearance not being the only thing that he got from Keith in this regard, but he’s also quick as a whip like his Momma. He, much like Amber, has also inherited the hot-headed tendencies of both their parents, and with him it’s also paired with a pretty short temper – which is quite a bit longer for members of his family - and is even quicker to launch into Fight Mode than his sister. He and Amber are similar in this vein, which is probably another reason why they’ve got such a close bond, but they are a bit different in how they go about it.
He is better than Amber about going for help to the proper authority, but when he does get pushed to his breaking point he hits a lot harder for a lot longer than Amber does. I’ve addressed it a handful of times before in at least two separate fics, but he doesn’t mess around when it comes to the safety of his siblings and friends. Additionally, because of what Kaden’s seen happen with Newt and Aria, he feels very strongly about bullies. While Amber will go to bat for her siblings and her close personal friends, Kaden tends to be a bit more of a vigilante of freedom for his peers in general. If he sees someone getting roughed up by a bully, he’ll square up with the bully and get them to step off.
He also, however, reminds the people being bullied that they need to make sure they speak out to the grown-ups about what’s going on. In some cases, where the bullied student has reached out to teachers but gotten no help, Kaden will teach them the strictly defensive techniques he knows so they can at least protect themselves when he isn’t around. Keith and Pidge don’t necessarily agree with his approach, but they also can’t say they’re angry that he’s trying to help other kids that need it.
As I’ve mentioned somewhere before, he’s the biggest cuddle bug of all the Kidgelings. All the kids like to get paid some attention and affection from their parents, sure, but Kaden? Getting snuggled is his jam. Even as he gets a little older and starts going to school, he’ll sometimes just walk over to Pidge and, without a word, just hold his arms out. She immediately pauses in whatever she’s doing to scoop him up for hug and, until he gets too big for it, she’ll just kind of carry him around like he’s a koala bear on a tree.
Much like Amber, Kaden ends up participating in a few sports teams as well. He joins the soccer – because he wants to be like his big sis – and baseball teams. Outside of that, he joins the little hobby racer group that I mentioned before, and signs up for martial arts classes. He really enjoys participating in the tournaments and getting to test his skills against equally skilled opponents.
As for his bonds with his siblings, as I mentioned, he and Amber are the closest due to their sparing and shared interest in sports. She’ll give him tips and tricks in regards to soccer techniques, showing him how to balance the ball on his head and such. He tends to be the Newt Wrangler as they grow older just because he likes trying to help with keeping things together and take some of the weight off of his parents. This, however, doesn’t mean that he and Newt don’t occasionally get into dumb shenanigans together, because they do; stealing Garrison ships, doing stupid Jackass-style stunts, etc. He and Aria get along pretty good and he’s rather protective of her. Sometimes when he’s working on homework he’ll go join her while she’s practicing her piano or cello because he likes the quiet background noise as he works, and sometimes he’ll know the song she’s trying to play and will hum along to help her figure out where she may be making a mistake in the tune.
Because of his position as a Pillar of Justice, Kaden has a ridiculous amount of admirers, but only a handful of really close personal friends. Part of this is because he really likes hanging out with Amber and the bigger kids she rolls with. Amber lets him because he can keep up with them and she’s a good big sis who likes to let her siblings be included. Outside of that, he also has six friends of his own that he’s close with that are in his own grade. His group and Amber’s eventually just kind of becomes a Frankenstein-like cluster of kids doing goofy stuff.
I’ll elaborate on this more in the next part, but I wanted to at least touch a bit on this relationship. Lance and Allura have a daughter about the same age as Kaden named Raya. The kids are more mutual acquaintances who look after one another because of their parents/ siblings being friends. This is because they have wildly different personalities/ interests/ and having skewed opinions of one another; Raya sees him as an impulsive reclusive meat-head and Kaden sees her as a loud-mouthed spoiled brat. Unlike Amber and Alfor, who have developed The Frenemiship for the Ages, they opt to just leave well enough alone and run in their opposing circles. The only times they interact is when they’re forced to, and even then the worst they do is a smack-talking session.
Well, until one incident, in specific, where he, his friends, Newt and Aria are playing with a ball and it gets stuck up high in a big oak tree in the Kogane backyard. Raya’s over because Allura is visiting with Keith, but she’s just sitting on the back porch flipping through one of those pre-teen magazines.
*Kaden, staring up at the tree, where the ball is teetering on a limb that’s shaped like a really small wishbone.* “Really? Dude, Emmett, we told you not to kick it so hard!”
*Emmett, one of Kaden’s friends, holds both his hands up defensively.* “Hey, it’s not my fault! You know that I’m a straight beast when it comes to this kind of stuff!”
“Oh, is that what they call it?” *Clyde, another of the group, snorts lightly.*
“Come at me, scrub lord. I’m ripped.” *Emmett, dead serious, staring the other kid down.*
“I’ll go get the Frisbee from the front yard. We can play with that instead!” *Aria, trying to be helpful, before scampering off.*
*Newt points to the other side of the house.* “We could go get the ladder. I think Dad left it over there after he checked that loose panel on the roof.”
“Nah, I got this.” *Kaden says before starting to hoist himself up into the tree.*
“Dude, that thing is way up there. I don’t think you’ve ever climbed up that high before.” *Levi, another member of the group, adds.*
“Just means it’s a new accomplishment I can add to my list of achievements.”
*The other boys all cheer him on as he continues to climb up, making sure to grab the branches closest to where they connect to the tree, since that’s where they’re sturdiest. He makes it all the way up to where the ball is at and, with a quick pivot of his body, manages to grab it. He turns and holds it above his head as his friends cheer louder. It’s at this moment, though, that the branch that he was holding snaps and he goes plummeting to the ground below.*
*And when he hits, he hits hard. And there’s a very distinct snapping sound when he does.*
*The other boys crowd around him as he lays there, the wind knocked out of him and blinking to try and ground himself. They’re all talking super-fast and asking him way too many questions for him to think straight.*
“Back up, now! Give him space, you lug heads!” *He hadn’t even heard Raya approach until she was right there, but he kind of appreciates her. She kneels beside him and looks him over, then lets out a small hiss.* “Newt, go get your Dad. Tell him that Kaden’s arm is really hurt and he’s gonna need to go to the hospital.”
“W-What do you-!” *Newt starts to argue, then pales when he sees a sliver of white sticking out of his brother’s skin. He turns on his heels and tears off for the house.* “Dddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddd!”
*Kaden moves to sit up and Raya helps him, keeping him from using his hurt arm to try and prop himself up. Meanwhile, his three friends are freaking out.* “Oh man! Oh geez! We’re gonna be in so much trouble!”
“Why would any of us get in trouble? Kaden was the one that went up there!”
“None of us tried to stop him, though!”
“Uh, speak for yourself! I totally tried to!”
“You’re so full of crap, Levi!”
*As they prattle on, the pain starts to register for Kaden and his eyes lock on his injury. His breathing starts to escalate and he looks ready to start freaking out.*
*Raya’s eye has started to twitch and she glares up at his friends.* “If you three want to do something helpful, then shut your mouths! You’re only making things worse!” *She watches the trio for a moment and then, upon them all falling silent, she turns her attention back to Kaden.* “Take deep, steady breathes, okay? Here, watch me and do as I do. In, nice and slow, and then out, nice and slow. In, out. In, out.” *She’s extremely soft and patient with him, taking the time to make him focus on her instead of his busted arm. She then briefly looks up at his friends.* “You can join in, too, if you want to calm down.”
*The other three do, picking up on the rhythm as well. She keeps this up until Keith comes running out, Newt and Allura not far behind. Keith is aghast and gently pulls Kaden to him, reassuring him that an ambulance is on the way, and carries him through the house to the front yard. Allura instructs the other boys to head back to their houses, and ushers Raya and the other Kidgelings inside so she can look over them. Thankfully, it isn’t a long wait for the ambulance and Keith and Kaden are ushered in. The EMT in the back carefully settles Kaden on the gurney they have and starts getting him all settled. She ends up having to reset the bone, and warns both he and Keith of how bad that’s gonna feel.*
*She lets out a small whistle once he’s settled back down a bit from having the bone reset.* “You did a pretty clean break on this, huh, buddy?” *She’s polite yet playful in her words.*
“I-Is that b-b-bad?” *Kaden sniffles, starting to get worried at her words.*
“Not at all! This typically means it’ll heal faster!” *She then carefully picks up a alcohol wipe and begins clearing off the blood and the cut.* “How’d this end up happening, if you don’t mind telling?”
“I-I was climbing a t-tree to get our ball back.”
“Oh yeah? What game were you playing?”
“Kickball.”
“That’s a really fun game! Is it one of your favorites?”
“Y-Yeah. I’m really good at it, too.”
*The EMT keeps him chatting the whole ride to the hospital, which helps him calm down a lot. This experience sticks with him for a long time afterwards.*
After he gets home with his cast, he thanks Raya for her help. She shrugs and tells him that it was the right thing to do. He decides not to press her or ask how she knew that’d help, and offers to let her be the first person to sign his cast. Excluding his Dad, since Keith signed it at the hospital once his heart palpitations settled down.
Now that we’ve got the older two down, let’s get down to the third musketeer, Oliver Maxwell Kogane, A.K.A. Newt! With his facts, I kind of jumped around a bit so it doesn’t quite follow the same structure I had for Amber and Kaden, but hopefully it’ll all still make sense!
I’m still going to start with the trivia nonsense, though. Newt’s favorite color is blues, regardless of the hue or shade of it. He just thinks it’s a super mellow, calming color. He doesn’t actually have any specific favorite animal, despite what he said when he found the newts. He loves all animals, though he does admittedly have a soft spot for canines and amphibians. His favorite foods are pizza and garlic bread, all day every day. His favorite desserts are banana cream pie and carrot cake. This is something he actually gets from Keith’s dad, which immediately endears Nana Olia to him and she’ll occasionally treat him to one of them. He’s not really fond of any specific candy bar and likes all of them pretty even; he does, however, adore having ants-on-a-log as a tasty treat. Pidge is always willing and able to make these for him and enjoy a few with him.
Newt is a smart little trouble maker who marches to the beat of his own drum, leaning towards being a bit more interested in more in-door hobbies like video games or reading for the most part. He’s incredibly curious, eager to learn and, once you get to know him, he can be a really caring little guy. He, however, doesn’t suffer fools gladly and he has a very forward approach to sharing his own opinion; this is not helped by the fact that he is A Notorious Shit Talker. He has very little grasp or regard for social graces or tact when it comes to correcting someone about something. This isn’t due to him not caring about other people’s feelings, though, but because he himself would rather people tell him honestly when he does something stupid. He probably gets this from watching his Momma break down some of the Garrison officials she works with when they try to correct or dismiss her.
In regards to his relationship with his siblings, he’s the textbook-definition of a little brother in regards to Amber and Kaden. They all get on well enough but sometimes Newt just has to go and poke the bear, just because his brother and sister get So Extra when they’re angry. He and Amber find more common ground through the camping trips with Keith, as they grow to admire and respect each other’s respective nature knowledge. He and Kaden play video games together, as well as the aforementioned Jackass-style shenanigans and other highly illegal typical boy-stuffs; these are normally ideas from Newt, modified by Kaden and his friends, and then put into action by the older boys while Newt stands off to the side and observes. He insists that this is for someone to see the science behind their stunts; he is a liar. As for his relationship with Aria, he remains a constant source of antagonistic behavior towards her up until the point they start going to school. He starts to back down and will actually humor her games more often than not, and sometimes he’ll let her play his video games with him. As they get older, though, they get much closer, but I’ll elaborate on that later.
The way he is perceived by his peers’ causes two assumptions about who he is to become prevalent among his classmates; that he’s either a total jerk, or a bratty know-it-all. The second interpretation is typically what leads to him getting bullied as often as he does, and the first is why people don’t normally speak out on his behalf; and, furthermore, the situations aren’t helped remotely by the fact that Newt has a mouth that tends to write a lot of checks his sorry tail can’t actually cash. Kaden and Amber are always willing and eager to stand up for him, but as he gets older, it starts to bother and really hurt Newt how none of his classmates are willing to do the same. Regardless of if they like him or not, they should be speaking out because what’s being done to him is wrong, right?
Hey, know who we haven’t talked about a lot? Resident Good Boi Cosmo!
Because of his issues in dealing with humans and his interest in wildlife, Newt actually ends up being really good with animals in general; especially Cosmo, who is his most favorite animal in the whole known universe. And, I mean, can you blame him? Cosmo is basically just a Pokémon brought to life! He’s ridiculously attached to the cosmic wolf, and the feeling seems to be mutual. 9 times out of 10, Cosmo’ll sleep in Newt’s room with him, and if Newt’s just chilling on the couch stooging out, he’ll jump up and plop his head in the kid’s lap from some ear-scritches.
One time, Newt proclaimed that Cosmo was his best friend because he liked Newt just the way he was and never got mad at him for saying something harsh. It broke Keith’s heart two-fold; on one hand, he was glad that his son cared so much about the family wolf, but on the other hand it hurt to know that the other kids weren’t willing to give him the chance to befriend them.
Because of his actually tender heart, Newt has a bad habit of finding abandoned animals and trying to bring them home. Keith and Pidge will typically keep the animal for a night or two before taking them to the local shelter where they can get proper treatment and a good home; in the case of wildlife like rabbits and such, they’ll take them to a nature preserve. Every time Newt begs them to let him keep the animals but for the longest time Pidge and Keith are concerned that he’s just too young for the responsibility that would come with a pet.
That changes shortly after his ninth birthday. Pidge notices that someone’s been sneaking out some of the leftovers at night. She also notices that one of the pails that she occasionally uses to drain fluids when she works on Keith’s bike – which he still occasionally uses – or some new engine block she herself is building, as well as some of the old tattered up towels she kept in case of a big spill, are also missing. She has an idea of who is doing it – as well as why – but it takes her an extra day or two after she pieces it together to catch him in the act. She spots him sneaking out the back door, into the backyard, and watches him carefully scale the fence, tossing his messenger bag over before doing so.
And, because she’s gonna get an answer, she follows after him.
*Newt creeps over to a large tree in the small forest area behind their house, tossing the flab back on his bag.* “I’m sorry I’m late. I know you don’t like to be left alone for very long. But I brought you some treats! I even got some leftover bones with some meat and gristle on’em for the steak we had last night!” *He kneels down and rummages through the bag, pulling out an aluminum foil bundle.*
*A quiet little whine is heard from whatever he’s talking to as he fishes a bone out and carefully offers it to it.*
“I also brought some stuff to try and get those ouchies you have a bit cleaner. I’m pretty sure hydrogen peroxide is safe for dogs. And, I mean, Neosporin should be fine, too, I think? I looked in to it and all the sources I found said that it’ll be good. I mean, not as good as the actual stuff that vets use, but at least this way maybe it’ll hurt a little less for now.”
*Pidge carefully creeps up behind him to get a better look at the dog in question. There, stretched out on the towels, is this mottled little mutt pup. Can’t be older than six, maybe seven, months, judging by how small it is. The little thing is mostly light grey but has little cloud-like splotches of tan-orange and white spots all over. In specific, she notices there are two tan-orange spots right above it’s big brown eyes. It’s left ear looks pretty ragged, with a good chunk taken out of it. The cut is too smooth to be an injury from another animal, though, which is a bit distressing. Additionally, there are some marks on its hind quarters and tail like it got clawed up by something. The pup lifts it’s head and stares at Pidge, letting out this quiet little rumble, trying to be threatening.*
*Newt cocks his head at the puppy.* “What’s wrong, buddy? Do you see something?” *He turns and then freezes when he sees her.* “Mom…”
“Hey, buddy. Wanna introduce me to your friend?” *She makes sure to be calm, betraying nothing, as she indicates the pooch with a tilt of her head.*
*He looks at her and then back at the pup, his shoulders slumping but still reaching out to lightly scratch behind the little guy’s good ear.* “You’re gonna call the shelter to take him, aren’t you?”
*Pidge watches him for a moment, shifting to kneel beside him. She slowly offers her hand to the pup, who sniffs before giving her fingers a timid lick. She smiles a bit. The little guy is highly apprehensive, and has seen a lot of awful things, but he clearly trusts and cares about Newt.* “Did you name him?”
“I like calling him Smog, because of how his spots look like puffs of smoke.” *Newt’s voice cracks a bit and his eyes get a little watery, already anticipating the heartache of letting him go.*
*Pidge takes a deep breath before pulling out her phone, dialing a number, and waiting as it rings. She reaches out and gently rubs between his shoulders with her free hand but he doesn’t relax at all, staying focused on his furry friend.*
“Hey. I was just about to call; where’d you go?” *Keith, sounding a bit confused.*
“Sorry, I just needed to check something out. You’re not busy right now, right?” *She hums, trying to keep the smile off her face as Newt jerks to attention at hearing his dad on the other end.*
“Nah, just finished verifying the budget Adwru sent me. Why?”
“Can you do me a favor, and make sure the back of the van is cleared out? We need to make a trip to Dr. Valencia and I want to make sure Smog is comfy.”
*Newt’s eyes get wide at the mention of the doctor, as he’s the vet they take Cosmo to.*
“Wait, Dr. Valencia? Smog?”
“I promise I’ll explain everything in a bit, but can you just make sure the van’s ready?”
“Need me to call Dr. Valencia, too?”
“No, I can get that. Thanks, babe.”
*The minute she hangs up Newt throws himself at her, hugging her and saying “Thank you” over and over. She smiles and gently kisses the top of his head, giving him a squeeze back. After he’s a bit calmer, she calls Dr. Valencia’s office and they agree to take them in once they get there. Smog doesn’t have any damage to his paws, so he can walk just fine, and he pads along beside Newt like a little duckling.*
“Now, Newt, I want you to understand that you’re gonna be responsible for him. You’ll need to train him, and feed him, and you’ll need to make sure that he doesn’t mess with his scrapes and stuff, okay? This is a big responsibility, but I think you’re ready for it.”
“I will! I’m gonna take really good care of Smog!” *He’s absolutely giddy, the happiest she’s seen him in a while. It’s clear that she’s just made his whole year and she can’t help but be incredibly glad. She likes it better when her kids are happy.*
She explains everything to Keith when they get home and, after taking a look at the little guy, he agrees that they can keep him; he does, however, state that in exchange for keeping him, Newt’s not allowed to beg them to keep any other injured animals he might find. In the end, turns out that Smog is, indeed, only six months old. The injuries on his flank and tail, Dr. Valencia surmises, are most likely from getting caught under a fence trying to get away from wherever he was before. He has to wear the Cone of Shame for a while, to avoid him biting at them as they heal, but Newt is attentive to looking after him, just like he promised.
Once he’s well enough, Newt starts working on training him, and he includes Cosmo in it. Cosmo had been mostly ambivalent to the other canine when he arrived but had been a bit stand-offish with how much attention Newt was lavishing the little pup with at first. Once Smog’s all clear, Newt makes sure to give them as equal amounts of attention as he possibly can, and he includes Cosmo in Smog’s training so that he doesn’t feel ignored. He’ll have Cosmo do a specific trick a couple times – and receive pets and treats for his good examples – and then try to get Smog to copy him. Training Smog takes some time, but Pidge and Keith are floored by how diligent and patient their son is with his new pet. When he said he was going to take good care of the pooch, he meant it.
Once he has Smog and Cosmo to look after, he starts to do a bit better about coming out of his shell and interacting with other people more. He takes both dogs with him to a nearby dog park on the weekends and, through this, he makes friends with some of the other doggy parents over their shared status as animal lovers; a few of which are actually in his class and allows them to finally see past their own preconceived notions about him. Keith thinks he might have had mild social anxiety due to his bullying that is quelled a bit by having a point to better branch out and forge friendships through.
Now, in regards to Newt’s social life, he’s always been included by Amber and Kaden’s friends, but he never really considered them his friends. He always just felt like they were his siblings’ friends and they were just humoring him. Additionally, he always did have one friend in Hunk and Shay’s daughter, Morganite, but this was another friendship that he always thought was kind of forced by their parents. In all actuality, Morganite actually really admires Newt’s intelligence and willingness to so openly speak his mind; while she isn’t as timid and easily-unnerved as her older brother, Richter, she is a much more docile sort.
As Newt’s social circle expands to friends of his own, independent of his siblings, he realizes that she really is a great friend and actually apologizes for ever thinking less. She happily accepts and the two just kinda fall into their usual routine of amicable silence with the occasional break for playful banter.
In regards to additional activities Newt ends up participating in, he joins the local scout troop for a whooping two days before realizing that there’s a lot more outside to the activities than research on animals. He’ll occasionally refer to himself as an ex-scout, which results in Kaden making teasing comments about how quickly he was dispatched. Aside from that, he ends up helping out at the local shelter as often as he can, joins the Yearbook Committee, and ends up on the Debate Club. The only problem with the Debate Club is how verbally vicious he gets when proving someone wrong; despite this, the school still lets him compete because he’s their star team member.
There’s this one kid, named Zane, on the other top team that he can’t stand, because the kid is so pompous and arrogant and thinks he’s unbeatable. One time, at a match against Zane and his team, he showed up wearing a shirt with writing in Galra on it. He proudly informed both Zane and the referee that it said, “Dear Zane, Your mother wishes she swallowed you.”
Pidge thinks it’s hilarious. Keith gives not only him, but Nana Olia, a lecture about sportsmanship and respect. This is not the last time Keith has to direct this lecture at his youngest son.
That’s a wrap on him! Now let’s get on to the resident songbird, Aria Emma Kogane!
So, what kind of goofy trivia do we have on this girlie? She loves all colors but she specifically loves pastel hues of anything. Her favorite animals are tigers and bats, but she says that Muffin is her most favorite animal in the whole wide world. Her favorite foods are chicken wraps and pork chops. Her favorite dessert is rice crispy treats with chocolate drizzled on top. She shares this soft spot with Nanny Collie and loves getting to make them with her. Her favorite candies are Red Vines, which is something she actually has in common with Great Uncle Coran.
In regards to personality, Aria is an absolute heel-turn for the family. Where her siblings and parents are both vocal and strong personalities, she tends to air a bit more on the timid, modest side of things; at least when you first get to know her, anyway. Once she’s comfortable with you, or you ask her the right first question, she’ll be more than happy to talk your ears off. She inherits the excited rambling from the Holt side of the family, obviously. Additionally, she’s incredibly sociable and extremely transparent about her feelings. When she’s upset, everyone knows it and, depending on the severity of her distress, it can take quite a while to get her to cheer back up. Being the youngest, she tends to get a bit more coddled by not only their parents, but her siblings as well.
Excluding Newt, of course, but we’re gonna put a pin in that fact for now.
Her preference towards pacifism tends to make her a target for bullies, for the opposite reasoning as with Newt. The kids that go after Aria do so because they expect no retaliation; and, if they choose to bully her away from the watchful eyes of any of her siblings, they’ll typically get away with it. She really hates conflict and violence, and she dislikes making any of her siblings upset. She knows that telling them about what’s going on with her will only make them mad and lead to big fights between them and her bullies, so she typically tries to keep her mouth shut. Despite being bullied every so often, Aria gets along with most of the kids she goes to school with. Most of her bullies are bigger kids looking for easy targets, so she’s able to find solidarity and companionship with some of the other younger kids that get the same treatment.
As she gets older, her opinion and approach to conflict changes a bit, but that’ll be something else to remember for later times.
She’s an incredibly creative kid, with a vast imagination and a deep passion for the finer nuances of playing dress-up. She’ll create intricate, elaborate backstories for all her stuffed animals before the start of every play session and, as implied before, she takes it very seriously. Whenever a member of the family gets roped into playing with her, she’ll give them the full run down of all the specifics behind the inner workings of the stories she has crafted into one another. It’s a little exasperating, but her family also finds it incredibly endearing. Her favorite game to play is Detective Fairy Princess Aria, working as a magical detective with the help of her faithful dinosaur partner, Deputy Muffin.
Aria, much like the rest of the family, has quite a lot of smarts that she makes use of in the most bizarre of instances. One time, she used two devices Pidge invented – one being a device that magnified the gravitational pull of whatever it was attached to, and a small gun that fired a spider web-esque material – to trap Newt under a spare laundry bin and stick Kaden to the ceiling during a game of play-pretend. Her brothers were absolutely gob smacked. Her parents and sister were rather impressed. Additionally, she has perfect pitch and can much more easily adjust her own singing to match, as well as being very skilled at picking up new languages as she gets older. Before the age of twelve, she’s well-versed in French and Italian, dabbles in a little bit of Galran, and really wants to start learning Spanish.
In regards to her musical prowess, she learns how to play piano from Keith, as well as taking an interest in the cello. Due to her having perfect pitch, she learns how to tune her instrument by ear pretty quickly so she can practice much easier at home. She loves taking the time to tinker with the tuning and correct the sound of her cello, then losing herself in practicing her sheet music. She also likes to practice her pieces for the choir as well.
In regards to extra-curricular activities, Aria ends up going into orchestra and choir, as predictable as those are. She also, however, ends up joining the drama club and cheer-leading squad once she gets to middle school. Participating in these helps get her out of her shell, making her more confident, and makes her significantly more outgoing. She ends up being in the top-ranking choir the school has and auditions for any solo that she can so she can test her skills. She also enjoys participating in the drama club productions, but she tends to audition more for secondary roles just because she’s a little less confident in her acting chops compared to her singing pipes; she will, however, audition for the lead in the cases of them doing a musical.
So, her relationship with her siblings! I know I’ve already talked about it with all the other kids, but I want to keep talking about it here because, as I’ve already established, I have no self-control. She goes to Amber a lot for advice about her friends and such as she gets older and, in her younger years, Amber will occasionally indulge in her elaborate games of pretend. Aria and Kaden have an incredibly close bond, with the two of them able to enjoy one another’s companionable silence. Once she starts getting more interested in her drama club activities, he’ll also help her most often with her line-reads. She and Newt have a strange relationship up until two specific points; Newt starting to develop more friendships due to his having both Cosmo and Smog, and Aria becoming more self-confident due to her musical performances.
The triggering event for their dynamics chance occurs during a weekend where the kids are left home alone while Keith and Pidge are out of town for their wedding anniversary. They leave Amber in charge as a test, since the kids have been insisting that they can handle themselves without the need of a babysitter. The kids are 17, 14, 12 and 10 respectively. From the moment they’re gone, however, Kaden and Newt take to being absolutely terrorists. They refuse to listen to any of the rules in place, or take Amber seriously when she tries to rein them in. This all comes to a head Sunday morning when, after the two tearing up the house with their friends all weekend and throwing a huge party with said friends, they refuse to help with cleaning when Amber wants to get started.
Some nasty things are said because, while they’re all close, they are still siblings and that’s just something that occasionally happens. Newt is particularly awful in the snide comments he makes, going out of his way to undermine Amber.
Amber, who had been struggling to maintain composure throughout the weekend between upcoming exams and other obligations which we’ll get into in the next part, ends up having a breakdown and locks herself in her room. This is the point where Aria breaks and steps in, taking charge and showing she has more of that Kogane-Holt spirit.
*Aria watches Amber disappear upstairs, a trash bag in one hand, then turns and glares at the boys.* “What is wrong with you two?”
*Kaden blinks then turns and heads towards the kitchen.* “Oh, calm down. We’ll clean up after breakfast.”
“Yeah. I need some cereal before I do anything to help out pwecious wittle Ber-Ber.” *Newt agrees, cupping his hands beside his cheek and batting his eyelashes as he speaks.*
*Kaden snorts a bit as he gets two bowls down.* “You’re acting like we have no intention of making sure that Mom and Dad come back to an intact house. If we don’t, they’ll never let us go sitter-free again for a weekend.”
“And they still aren’t going to. I’m telling them about all of this.” *Aria gestures to the scattered bits of junk food, spilled drinks and other such mess in the living room.*
*Kaden and Newt exchange glances before they start busting up laughing.* “Yeah, right! You won’t do anything!” *Newt’s sneering when he says this, leaning a bit closer to her.*
*Aria’s eyes suddenly spark with a new fire, blazing as she glares at him more ferociously. Instead of saying anything, she turns on her heels and disappears upstairs as well. The boys think that things are totally fine and have themselves a celebratory bowl of cereal. Meanwhile, Ari is making a very important call.*
*Keith perks up in the driver’s seat when Pidge’s phone starts chiming with the lyric-less version of The Cell Block Tango.* “Huh. Wasn’t expecting to hear from Ari so early.” *Pidge comments before accepting the call.* “Hey there, sweet pea. What’s up?”
“Mommy? I-I don’t want to bother you when you’re not home yet, but I didn’t know what else to do.” *Ari lays it on thick, adding sniffles and faked hiccups as if she’s crying. In actually she’s just sitting on the edge of her bed, kicking her feet lightly in the air.*
*Pidge sits a bit more upright immediately, adjusting the strap of her seatbelt.* “No, it’s okay. What’s going on? Are you and the others okay?” *Keith perks up and looks over, mouthing a quick ‘What’s going on?’ Pidge holds one finger up at him as she waits for Ari to elaborate.*
“W-Well, it’s Kaden and Newt. They threw a party last night while Amber was at a study session with some of her classmates. I told them not to, but they wouldn’t listen! They made a huge mess of the place, too! And then, this morning, they said awful things to Amber when she told them they needed to get it cleaned up before you two got home! Amber’s really upset in her room and they’re just laughing about it! I know I should have called Nana Olia or Nanny and Pappy but I just-!”
“Oh, sweetheart, no. It’s okay. You did the right thing calling us. We’ll deal with your brothers. For now, you just check on your sister and make sure she’s doing alright, okay? Dad and I will be home in less than two hours, judging the traffic, so you two just stay out of the way until we get there, okay?” *Pidge speaks in a soft and reassuring tone. She looks over at Keith, holds up her middle and index fingers – they’ve developed a code using their fingers, sans thumbs, to signify which kids they’re referencing – and then makes a slit throat gesture. Keith lets out a small swear, knowing this means the boys are in trouble. He’d been hoping the kids would behave themselves while they were gone.
“Thank you, Mommy. I love you both.”
“Love you too, Ari. We’ll see you soon.” *The minute they’re off the phone, Ari darts to the basement to put the next part of her plan in motion. Meanwhile, Pidge loads up her phone and sends a request to Kaden for a video call.*
*The boys see the phone lighting up, see who is calling, and immediately start losing their shit. They know that they probably shouldn’t answer it, because they’re thinking that Pidge tried calling Amber first and didn’t get an answer, which means they’re already going to be on high alert. But if they don’t answer the call, then they’re gonna get in even worse trouble for not answering and making their parents worry even more.*
*Newt is the one that bites the bullet and answers, making sure to turn the phone so that Pidge can only see the boys.*
“Hey, Mom. S’up?” *He asks, plastering on a tense smile.*
*Pidge, meanwhile, has a much better fake smile on her face.* “Not much, sweetie, just doing a check-in. How have things been this weekend at the house?”
“Oh, they’ve been – you know – uh, great! Absolutely great!” *He’s trying so hard to sound normal.*
“Oh yeah?”
“Totally! We know how to behave when you guys aren’t around, you know!” *Kaden chimes in, sounding only slightly less terrified than his brother.*
“Good, good. Been making sure to keep up on your chores?” *Pidge’s smile twitches at the corner, the only sign the boys get that reveals what’s actually going on.*
*The boys briefly exchange glances, because they know what this means. Kaden and Newt Kogane realize, in this moment, that they have made a grievous error in judgment.*
*Pidge makes them pan the camera over to how the kitchen and living room work, leading to her tearing them each a new one. She makes it clear they’re both grounded for two weeks from the television, the gaming consoles, and having free time on the computer; one week for being so disrespectful to their sister, and the other for the mess they have. She makes sure to let them know that they’ll get a third week tacked on if they come home and the house is still a pit.*
*The minute they get off the call, two sets of rubber cleaning gloves are tossed at them. They turn to see Ari leaning in the doorway, looking smugly satisfied as she examines the chipping green nail polish on her hand, five differently colored little drones floating beside her.* “Well, boys, sounds like you two should get to work. And don’t worry; the Rover Squad will be here to help keep you motivated.” *She says, her tone sugar and sweet and so devious it’s unnerving. The Rover Squad have been given the command to make sure they keep working until every spot of the house is immaculate and, if they stop, they’ll start blaring an ear-splitting noise until they start working again.*
While they get to work, she makes some waffles for herself and Amber, then takes the plates upstairs and joins her older sister in her room. They have breakfast, occasionally snorting at the sound of blaring alarms downstairs, and, once they’re done eating, Amber repaints Aria’s nails for her.
This reminds Kaden and Newt to not underestimate their baby sister. Despite being on the receiving end of her wrath, Newt realizes how clever his sister is, causing him to have further respect for her, and this is the point where his attitude towards her starts to shift.
Unlike her siblings, Aria is by far the most sociable of all the Kidgelings. She starts out befriending other kids that are bullied, but as she and the kids get older, she just ends up being the kind of person that others gravitate towards. It’s mostly because Aria’ is just so genuinely kind and sweet. She’s a charming little kid with plenty of admirers, both male and female. She has a couple of friends that she’s significantly closer to than others, naturally, but she does her best to be polite and respectful to everyone she meets.
In specific, she gets is really close to Raya and Coriander, two of Lance and Allura’s daughters, as well as Morganite, her older cousin Hikari, the daughter of Shiro and Matt. With Raya and Coriander, they bond over the typical “girly” hobbies, such as fashion and make-up and such. With Raya, she bonds over both fashion advice as well as Raya helping her with her cheerleading moves. Raya is the head cheerleader of the older girls’ squad and she’s always eager to help teach Ari higher level steps and moves to help her with her auditions for the next rank up. With Cori, it’s always fashion advice and helping her to determine what’s in and what isn’t. As they get older, Cori also helps her with doing her hair and make-up for her performances. Morganite is really skilled at making jewelry and other such accessories, which is something she helps to teach Ari to do as well. Hikari is a huge shutterbug, who loves taking pictures, recording videos and also does art/animation in her free time. She’ll always record Ari’s performances and, when she does animations, Ari will help her with voice acting/ composing original scores for her animated shorts.
That’s all for now! Keep an eye out for the continuation of this, and thank you so much for taking the time to give this a read! x3
#crumbles grumbles#Keidge#Kidge#Peith#Kidgemas#half baked headcanons#There are probably a ton of typos in this but meh#I wanted this done tonight so I'll just edit it tomorrow
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A/N: Third time trying to post this. Anyway, thanks to @texasbama and @soldierandawar for the idea. This has elements of overstimulation for @mixedmelanin and (hopefully) hot smut for @httpjex ‘s birthday. Enjoy.
Warnings: SMUT (18 + content only)
Mouth hung open and eyes wide, you stood in front of the large mirror of your suite’s master bathroom applying the finishing touches for the night’s makeup look. The beautiful view of Central Park provided natural lighting for your dressing routine, but if you asked Chadwick, it couldn’t hold a candle to the woman he was looking at.
Your yellow, silk robe hung from your golden shoulders, almost giving your husband a peek at your bare chest. With his body angled against the bathroom door, he watched you with a smile as you prepared for your first invite to Rihanna’s annual Diamond Ball.
“You look beautiful, T,” he complimented, pushing his body off the door frame to stand behind you. “Finest mother of two I’ve ever seen.”
“Haven’t you seen Beyonce? Don’t be disrespectful,” you laughed. He joined you while using his nose to direct your head upward. Satisfied with the position, he placed lingering kisses along your jawline.
“It could be a thousand Beyonce’s in the room, and I’m still leaving with you.”
“What about a thousand Rihanna’s?”
“Now you’re pushing it!”
You playfully pushed him away to continue the rest of your routine. Turning to him, you held two lipstick components in front of your mouth for him to judge. “Gloss or matte?”
“Whichever one won’t come off when I’m kissing you.”
“Who says I want to kiss you,” you questioned while lining your lips with a chestnut lip liner. Chadwick didn’t speak, instead choosing to smirk at you. Looking at him through the mirror, you mentally began to retract your statement. His shoulders and chest glistened in the setting sun, matching the diamond-like gleam in his fresh haircut and facial hair. His trousers hung low and unzipped on his waist to reveal the briefs underneath, and it took all of your willpower to redirect your thoughts and focus on getting dressed. It didn’t matter what man walked into the event space tonight; you knew yours was the shit.
“Okay, so I lied. Sue me.”
Chadwick followed you into the bedroom, laughing and joking about the comment Micah made about ‘babysitting’ Noah while at her auntie’s house in Harlem. During the conversation, you turned your back to slide out of your robe and start the process of putting on the evening’s attire. As you stood in only a nude thong, your husband’s mind wandered to the surprises he had for you. If all went well, his plan would lead to the intimacy he craved since Noah’s arrival. He agreed to give you space to heal and recalibrate but, the gentle kisses and naughty touches made him want to return to space between your legs.
“Aaron, can you help me with this,” you asked, motioning toward the zipper on the back of your dress.
He shot up from his relaxed position on the bed, eager to run his fingers down the smooth skin of your back. Holding the front of your dress kept your breast covered while he wiggled the zipper up and clasped the hook at the top. In a moment of truth, you let out the breath you were holding to test the limits of the satin material. You chose the metallic rose pink silk double satin gown from Ralph and Russo’s Fall 15/16 line for two reasons: the corset to hold in the post-baby tummy and the thigh-high slit in the front to get your man’s attention.
Slowly leaking the pent-up breath in your lungs, you dropped your shoulders in relief when you found that there was ample room to function in the dress. Chadwick stared at you with an unreadable expression.
“What,” you panicked. “Is it ugly? Does it look too small? I knew my body wasn’t ready yet. Fuck!”
His few seconds of silence fueled an anxiety charged rant on the current shape of your body. After Micah was born, it only took four months to get back in pre-baby shape. You were lean again, boasting a set of defined abs and the perky ass that drew Chadwick’s hands in like a magnet. Now, with Noah approaching the four-month milestone, your body clung to the extra weight. Your stomach still carried a little pudge and your back had enough rolls to feed a dinner table. Despite your husband’s best efforts to remind you of your beauty, the tiny voice of self-deprecation occasionally reared its ugly head.
Chadwick’s large hands gripped your waist to stop your nervous pacing and steady you in front of him. “What did I tell you?”
“That I am gorgeous inside and out,” you mumbled, your eye roll mirroring Micah’s signature expression and making him smile.
“Exactly. So, stop this shit. I don’t care about your stomach or the extra jiggle in your back and thighs. You had my son, my namesake,” he swiped his finger against your bottom lip before adding a kiss. “Plus, I’m trying to use that pudge for grip when I’m diggin’ you from the back. This dress is gonna get you in trouble.”
“Stop it!” You bashfully hit his chest, turning your face away to hide your smile. His slender fingers cupped your face to bring your eyes to meet his.
“I got some something for you.” The low tone of his voice indicated that whatever was waiting for you not an innocent gift.
You nodded your approval and waiting for him to return from the dresser drawers nearby. In his hands, he held two large ivory boxes tied in gold bows. You squealed in excitement as he removed the bows and began to open the first box.
“Since this is the Diamond Ball, I couldn’t let my lady show up without diamonds.” The Cartier d’Amour earrings and matching d’Amour necklace danced in the sunlight to match the twinkle in his eye.
Your mouth hung open in shock and concern, “Baby, I know these were expensive. You didn’t have to do this.”
“Let me worry about expenses. You focus on holding your hair up so I can put this necklace on.”
Following his directions, you lifted your natural blowout and twist to give him space to clasp the jewelry around your neck before kissing the chain for good measure. He watched you put on your earring with a smile, loving the way you examined yourself in the mirror.
“These are incredible, Aaron. Thank you so much.”
“It’s no problem,” he answered, waving you off. “Anything for you.”
A long kiss and utterances of ‘I love you’ passed between your lips in appreciation for his unexpected gift. “There’s still one more box. What’s in that one?”
“How about you open it,” he whispered against your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth.
You hissed at the sensation as you bit your lip to keep your composure. A trembling hand reached to grab the last box while still wrapped in Chadwick’s arms. When the lid slid off the box, you turned your head in confusion. A matte pink bullet vibrator sat nestled between grey foam beside a rose gold remote. You could sense Chadwick’s cheeky grin before you turned around, flicking on the light bulb in your head.
“You want to use this when we get back tonight,” you flirted. “I think I’m ready to have you back inside.”
He let out a shaky breath as your tongue swiped against a spot on his clavicle, “We’re using this tonight. As in while we’re in public.”
“What? How?”
“Well...you’ll insert this bad boy,” he explained, handing you the bullet vibrator. “And I’ll take control with this little guy.”
You were mortified but intrigued. “You’re telling me you have control of this thing all night while it’s inside of me?”
“Unless you don’t want to. But, if you’re the same woman that begged to suck my dick in Whole Food’s parking lot just because, I think you’ll like it.”
“Let’s do it,” you answered, almost too eagerly. The thought of him having control of your orgasm made your knees weak. You never considered the fact that you were dealing with a notorious prankster. All you saw was this experiment turning into you grabbing his hand and saying goodbye to your friends to end the night early.
He chuckled at your reaction before turning your body and motioning for you to get on all fours on the bed. His hand searched the front of your body for your split, pulling the excess fabric up to bunch around your waist. “Hold that for me, baby.”
You did so with no hesitation as he removed the bullet from your hand. Using the tip, he slid it slowly down the damp spot on your panties, smiling at the way you squirmed in anticipation.
“Do you trust me, baby?”
“Yes,” you moaned.
“Can I get you ready for tonight?”
“Please!”
He nodded behind you before he hooked two fingers around your panties and pulled them down. The wetness from your core clung to the material, providing a mouth-watering show for your husband. His palm pressed against your back firmly to deepen your arch and expose your sweetest parts in their rawest form. He cursed to himself as he watched your pussy open up like a flower, the sight causing his erection to strain against his briefs. As much as he wanted to re-introduce himself to your body, he reminded himself that tonight was about you.
Chadwick’s knees dropped to the floor so that he could get eye to eye with your prize. He tongue tested and tasted the waters as he licked broad paths against your slit. The wet slurping and sucking turned you on more than words could describe. Being careful not to bury your face in the white pillows and smear your makeup, you bit down on the top of one to contain your embarrassing screams.
He grunted a long ‘mmm’ into your pussy while his nose brushed against your clit. Your grinding and wiggling against his face let him know that he hadn’t lost his skill during the brief hiatus and convinced him to do more. The tip of his tongue spelled his first, middle and last name around your clit in invisible to ink to mark his territory. You shivered involuntarily as he rounded off the ‘o’ in Aaron, realizing that he still had eight letters to go. Your vision was blurring and his moans of approval began to muffle in your ear to form a euphoric ringing in the background.
“I missed this,” he spoke against your inner thigh. “You’re still as sweet as I remember, Sunshine.” He sucked at your sensitive bundle to create a soft vacuum of undeniable pleasure. Letting go with a smack, he kissed the spot. “You missed Daddy’s mouth?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
He chuckled, “I can tell. You’re so wet for me.” Changing the pace, he easily slid the vibrator inside and turned on the lowest setting to prepare you.
You hips rolled at the sensation, enjoying the vibration inside and the light tapping against your clit. You called out his name, earning another level of pleasure from the remote. The more intense vibrating and his warm tongue kissing circles on your ass cheek made you let out a foreign squeak.
After showing each cheek equal attention, he spread you open, going back to his assault on your clit. His head shook and nodded as he alternated between licking and sucking to get you off the way that he knew was your favorite. His tongue changed shape to target different areas until you were gripping the sheets and pushing back against his face.
“Fuck, Aaron! I’m g-g-g...ooohmy...shit!” Your hands reached for the headboard to steady yourself through your release. Chadwick placed pressure against your ass to add to the orgasm as he used the other hand to rub your back.
“There you go, baby. You’re being so good for me. Thank you,” he praised. The strength of his arm snaking around your waist was the only thing keeping your body from thudding against the mattress and ruining your hair and makeup.
He helped you to the edge of your bed to clean you off and slip into your underwear adding a cute kiss on the nose. His smile was devious whenever he glanced at you as he finished getting dressed. He had a few tricks up his sleeve and intended to use every one of them until you were begging to cum.
By the time you got off the red carpet and into the venue, you had all but forgotten about the device cradled in your love. Chadwick pulled out your chair for before sitting beside you and resting a hand on your knee. Positioned across from Jamie Foxx, Dave Chappelle, and Trevor Noah, you settled into the conversation to pass the time.
“You, my man, have a new baby,” Trevor started, “How’s the second go at fatherhood?”
“Man, it’s great. I forgot how much fun it is to watch a new human learn life.”
“That is until it’s time to get up and change a diaper and then he’s not so happy,” you laughed, gripping his thigh.
Chadwick’s boisterous laugh took the attention away from the fumbling he was doing in his pocket.
“I take it Chadwick isn’t fond of the 3 AM wake up calls.”
“My husband isn’t fond of-ooh,” Your legs clinched at the first tingle of the vibrator moving inside of you. Your grip on Chadwick’s thigh tightened as you looked to him for confirmation.
“Are you okay? Did I step on your foot,” Trevor asked, preparing to peep under the table to examine.
“NO,” you shouted to stop him. “I mean, y-yeah. I’m fine. What was I saying?”
“You were telling him about me not liking to get up in the middle of the night.” Chadwick kissed your temple in feigned innocence while rubbing the vice grip you had on his knee.
“Yeah, he doesn’t-he-he doesn’t always like to get up b-but, he does.” You squirmed around in your seat trying to ignore the building tension in your core. Thankfully, Trevor accepted your answer with a laugh and turned his attention to the other guests at the table. “Chadwick, stop!”
“Stop what,” he questioned with a smug grin. “You don’t wanna finish?”
You pulled your lip into your mouth as your walls clenched around the device. “Please.”
“Nope,” before you could counter, the vibration stopped. “Too bad.”
“Aaron!”
“Nuh uh. Go talk to your girls. I’ll be...around.”
You looked around at the few familiar faces in the room before looking back at your husband. “Are you going to keep doing that?”
“I might.” His eyebrows quirked as his lips curved into a dark smile. His hand traveled down the small of your back to tap twice and signal you to stand and walk away. With a deep breath, you willed your legs to cooperate and start you on a quest to converse with whoever would get you away from your maniac of a husband.
Chadwick watched you like a hawk the whole night to wait for his opportunities to strike. When you were in conversation with Beyonce and LaLa Anthony, he switched the vibrator to its lowest setting and observed as you put on a pained smile to keep your dirty secret.
A battle of compliments with Janelle Monae suddenly fell quiet on your end when the device started up again. Determined to keep your composure, you gripped the back of a chair with white knuckles for the duration of the interaction.
No one seemed to notice when Chadwick would pull you to his side while he talked with his friends, partially to keep you upright when the second setting of the bullet kicked in. You held on to his tux jacket, resting the side of your head on his shoulder to paint the picture of a doting wife. In actuality, you were fighting to keep tears from running down your cheeks and streaking your foundation.
The time intervals and situations would vary, but the one thing that remained the same was that he never let you cum. Your pussy would throb in waiting for your release and, as soon as the tell-tale sign of your orgasm would show, Chadwick would switch off the vibrator and leave you on edge in a puddle of your juices. Each time the bullet would rev up, your insides stepped closer to explosion and Chadwick’s fantasies unfolded in front of him.
Thirty minutes had passed since your husband’s last “show” and you were thankful to have food in front of you just in case you needed to stifle a moan. You almost let the cat out of the bag during the last go-round, prompting Chadwick to place a slender finger against his lips to warn you to quiet down.
“I know the food is good but, damn, y’all need to get up and dance,” Rihanna exclaimed into the microphone to draw a laugh from the guests. “They told me that I have to play at least one slow song before this shit is over with so, we gon’ get it out the way right now. Maestro, play my shit!”
The strings of the orchestra strummed a beautiful classical rendition of ‘Kiss it Better’ to create a moving version of one of your favorite songs. Rihanna stood in front of them with her back turned to the attendees, elegantly directing the intro to the song.
“My Queen, will you dance with me,” Chadwick asked in his Wakadan accent to raise the hair on the back of your neck.
“Don’t do this, baby. Put the accent away.”
He chuckled and held out his hand for you to latch onto, “C’mon, Co. This is your song.”
You rolled your eyes at him. He was right, and you hated pretending not to want to jump up and sway your hips to the infectious rhythm. You scowled at his crooked grin as both of you watched couple after couple pair up on the dance floor. Even people who didn’t show up together wasted no time pulling each other to the front and moving in sync with the music.
“You know you wanna dance, Mama. Take my hand.”
You huffed and slammed your palm into his, “I hate you.”
“I know.”
Hand in hand, he led you to the center of the commotion. Your body melted into his when he kissed your forehead and placed your hands around his neck. “There are cameras to your right and a crowd of people your left.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because,” his head dipped to whisper in your ear and distract you from the movement in his pocket. “When I make you cum in front of all these people, you’ll need to hide your face. You don’t want your mouth all open on the blogs do you?”
“No! Not here, Aaron,” you hissed.
“Too late! Just focus on me, baby. I got you.”
Your knees nearly gave out when he introduced you to the third setting of the vibrator. Your already sensitive clit was engulfed in numbing pleasure as your orgasm worked double time to catch up. You clawed at his back and looked around the room to make sure that no one could see the torture he was putting you through.
“Oh my, God. Aaron,”
“Shhhh, don’t get too loud. Look at me.” You struggled to look up at him as your body twitched in response to the stimulus. Your release was close and you didn’t know if you could suppress your urge to speak in tongues in front of hundreds of people. “You gettin’ close huh, girl?”
“Mhmm.”
“Use your words. Tell me you’re about to let go.” He scolded, pressing his palms flat on your has to push your hips into his.
“Yesss,” you whispered. “I’m about to-” a low moan muffled by the music escaped your lips.
Knowing you were ready to let go excited Chadwick and he lowered his lips onto yours. The music heightened your orgasm, swirling around your already clouded brain in a high that couldn’t be achieved through the use of narcotics.
He did a superb job of acting like a loving husband, keeping the kiss sweet to swallow your moans. Your nails dug into his shoulders in desperation when your orgasm began to stretch longer than you were used to. Chadwick kept the vibrator going to milk you for all you had and then some. Feeling your body weight begin to sag against him, he turned off the device and pulled away from the kiss to look at you.
“You okay? I almost lost you.”
“Shut your black ass mouth,” you croaked, mouth too dry to continue. He watched you look down to examine your attire and ensure that no evidence of your activities could be seen on or around your dress.
“Everything is fine. No one knows.” You looked around to confirm his statement. “I promise. They’re all so wrapped up in their dances that they didn’t even look over here.”
“Chadwick I sw-”
His lips pressed into yours in a firm and dominant kiss. You struggled to catch your breath when he pulled away. “You gon’ let me run this or keep talking over me?” His grip on your waist, the way his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your sides and his stare between your eyes, lips, and breasts nearly spilling over your corset made you whimper in response. “We’re gonna dance to a few more songs, talk to a couple people, and then, I’m taking you back to the hotel to finish what we started. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” he smiled, running his hands up and down your back. “Now, get out of here. I’ll see you in about an hour.”
His hand stealthily collided with your backside before he physically turned you around and pushed you away to mingle. You looked over your shoulder to confirm his instructions, receiving a nod of confirmation.
The hour dragged on, forcing you to look at the time every ten minutes. Chadwick moved through the room with no problems without giving you a second glance. The whiskey in his glass turned into one, two and, then, five cups, dialing his charm up from a five to a ten. You were seething and nearing your tipping point when a quick jolt of energy between your legs nearly made you jump from your seat.
Craning your neck, you found him standing near the exit. With a smile, Chadwick dangled the room key in the air and motioned for you to meet him outside.
“So, I told her, the Devil Wears Prada and guess where this fur came from, bitch.”
You mentally rolled your eyes while standing to excuse yourself from the boring pow-wow.
“Tasha, leaving so soon,” the designer questioned.
“Uh, yes. It was so nice to meet you ladies, but my husband is ready to go...pick up our kids. You know the little ones get fussy at night,” you lied.
“Of course! Give my regards to the Mister. I’d love to work with you all for your next appearance.”
“Got it! Will do. Bye!” Your Valentino heels click-clacked against the marble floor of the venue lobby until you were greeted by the warm air of New York’s late summer night. Thrashing your head from side to side, you frantically searched for the black SUV responsible for carrying you closer to the session you had planned back at the Mandarin.
“Damn, girl, you got a man?” you heard nearby. Looking in the direction of the voice, you found Chadwick leaning against the door of the UberBLACK vehicle.
You nearly galloped to his position, throwing your body into his arms and pulling his bottom lip into your mouth. He moaned at the affection before cutting it short. No words were exchanged as he opened the door and nodded for you to get in.
Like a kid opening gifts on Christmas morning, you squealed and allowed him to help you inside. Looking back, you wiggled your ass a little to get his attention. He groaned in response and pushed your ass into the seat, urging the driver to take the quickest route to the hotel.
Throwing all of the edging and torture he put you through before this moment out of the window, you mentally prepared yourself for a long night. A quick call to the front desk for a set of replacement sheets set your plan in motion. Chadwick didn’t know it but, you were about to show him how dominant you could be when given a chance.
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Just out of curiosity.. What do you think is wrong with the writing? I've seen more than a few people complaining about it but I'm never sure why exactly.
The show’s writing tends to be really stiff when it comes to emotional moments, like lasting too short, or the climax of an arch happening within the span of 15 seconds or less. Most of the characters are written poorly, and the story line is ???????????????????????????????? right now.
The amount of time it took Pidge to actively search(as in, go get him) for her brother was 10 minutes of run time- her major story line should have been a bigger theme from the entire beginning of the show until she found him all the way in season four(it could have easily involved another paladin as well). All the writers decided to do was sprinkle it here and there barely along the way. And what is the pay off to this? Not much. Matt disappears into obscurity almost immediately after being found, just fucks right off back to whatever was going on with no development/”i’ve changed, pudge” moment/any sort of dynamic quality.
The character development in the show is EXTREMELY WONKY!!! Any kind of emotional conversation or event that is had within the show almost always happens really fast (like, under a minute fast), and then the writers just kind of forget it ever happened. Characters also get treated very differently. Pidge, once again, gets treated with respect by every other member on the team; Yet at least two times she put all of their lives in peril for selfish wishes. I get that family vs. your team is entirely subjective, but she could have waited that 20 seconds her ‘father’ took while walking towards them. Pidge and Shiro were also extremely disrespectful to Allura’s authority mulitple times, Hunk has no good content since s1, Pidge gets to take the green lion out while Keith gets the 3rd degree over taking red on a similar mission, Lance’s character has turned into somewhat of a joke, Keith is still a one dimensional fucking block despite having 439820 episodes centered around him.. the list goes on
Also I cant stand the filler episodes. They accomplish nothing and were not funny in the least.
Obviously this is all just my personal opinion, and i’m not expecting anyone to agree with me. I still love VLD as a show, but the writing brings it down so much.
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The Fam™
So, this is our first original post on this blog. It’s an introduction to relationships between the Voltron squad and our OC’s Celeste and Willow Sobek. This ties directly into our Crossover Fanfiction we’ll hopefully be writing out soon when we get our shit together.
And without further ado, my kids.
Celeste:
Allura
Original Space Mom and Space Mom v.2
Spaceship baddies
Are pretty af but will kill you
Celeste is fond of her, as she is with everyone on the ship, but isn’t for the Princess shit
Years of Jaeger piloting has taught her that maybe a warrior is more her style
But, if she’s in the mood to be pampered (or if Willow wishes for a ‘girls night’) she will go to Allura first to get that girly love
After that is Lance but that’s more of a party than gossip and hair braiding, sh don’t tell Allura
Coran
???
Celeste thinks he’s hilarious
Designated Space Uncle
She enjoys all his stories because they remind her fondly of how her father used to tell boot camp and Jaeger glory days tales
That and he so exuberant it’s hard to ignore him
She finds him interesting in the ‘hey you’re an alien, but you’re so human it hits home??’ sort of way
Lowkey reminds her of Willow because of his high intelligence, loyalty, and seriousness when necessary that collides with his overall fantastic attitude and the way he can blurt out the weirdest shit ever in a matter of seconds
Hunk
BESTIES
Food besties
Bond over their love of food and fierce loyalty
ALSO LET’S NOT FORGET ENGINEERING BUBBIES AAAA
Both of them may seem a bit on the dimmer side due to their physical appearances, but these two can pull apart and reassemble a ship (or a Jaeger) in a matter of seconds while telling you exactly what was wrong, what part and tool they need/are using, and what they’re doing to fix it
Literally friend goals
They will spend hours figuring out how to cook from the alien stuff Coran provides them with and will experiment to the point everyone kind of steers clear of the kitchen when they’re going past because they have no idea what the hell they are doing in there
Snack breaks are essential
Cuddles are 11/10 always 100% expected and needed during snack breaks or hanging out
Can sit in silence for hours and not be bored of each other
Personal pillows for each other or portable furnaces, usually both
Often found asleep on each other
If you can’t find one, they’re probably with the other somewhere
They share nearly everything, every insecurity, every problem, every nightmare, everything
Hunk is one of the few people to ever see Celeste cry
Keith
Oh god where to begin
First, Keith is the only person she has ever let dominate her.
One time, she made him extremely jealous and he literally fucked her into the mattress. After that, she was much more open to the idea of being sub.
Keith is the only person who’s ever asked her why she has such sad eyes.
He had thought that Celeste was truthfully unbothered by her situation. Like Allura, Celeste never let her emotions show through. She chose to internalize it and act like it wasn’t there. She laughed and cracked jokes, but sometimes when Keith would look at her, he could see the pain in her eyes, and he realized that Celeste may have been a goddess, but she was also painfully human. He never let her get away with “I’m fine’s” or “I’m just tired’s” because he knew better. Though she never cried in front of him, she did open up about her family and her nightmares.
She even eventually told him about the man she loved, despite their sexual/romantic relationship. He had been hurt, but tried really hard to get past it because he simply had too strong of feelings for her.
If it got her in his bed, he did it. After all, she was still extremely dominant, so she exercised this “control” everywhere but in the bedroom.
Keith is extremely possessive, but know’s how not to be a shithead. He’s long since accepted that Celeste will do as she pleases and nobody (but Willow) can tell her otherwise.
When Keith first laid eyes on Celeste, his only thought was “Goddamn” and nothing else. It must have been the sight of her crawling out of a smoking Jaeger in a skintight suit of armor (that he later learned was called a Drivesuit.)
Get’s frustrated by her lack of shyness (he loves seeing girls blush), but discovers that the one way to get her to blush is have her ride his face. Though she loves being on top, she feels that she’s too heavy and that she’ll crush him.
He convinced her that she was not too heavy, but she still hesitates when he asks.
Both are extremely witty and sarcastic. When they to are together, nobody is spared. Lance usually takes the brunt of the roasts, but occasionally they go after Shiro because annoyed Shiro is best Shiro.
Celeste weighs more than Keith and has more muscle, but he’s faster. Both are brutal fighters, and both are equally terrifying. Once, when fighting Galra soldiers, one actually ran from them in fear after watching them absolutely eviscerate one of his comrades.
Both love they swords and literally will gut you in one swipe if fucked with.
Both are sinners but when they sleep, they cling to each other as if they were going to be torn apart. Morning showers are routine because they wake up drenched in each others sweat. It’s gross af but they can’t help it. They’re both hot-blooded.
IMPULSIVE FUCKING DICKHEADS CAN I GET AN AMEN
Celeste calls him Billy Ray Cyrus because of the mullet. He hates it and in return calls her fishface.
Lance
Both flirt to annoy one another but are basically siblings.
Lance broke down once, relating to her on missing their family. He feels as though he’s not important to the team. So, her being other space mom, she sings to him and plays with his hair and realizes that he’s still just a baby and gains a newfound respect for how strong he and all of the Paladin’s are.
P.s. she sang You are My Sunshine because honestly, Lance is a little baby sunshine and a blessing.
Celeste dubbed him the “annoying gremlin” of the team and nearly died having to explain what a gremlin was to the two very confused Alteans.
Can be found playfighting, but Celeste denies it because she’s “too old for that shit”. Lance is always offended when she says this, but alas, the fighting still goes on.
They are the hispanic children of the team.
When Celeste and Willow first arrived, Lance had come down to find them at the table casually eating breakfast. When he asked who they were and where they came from, Willow explained their situation, but Celeste, attempting to be a little shit, said “Somos el puto pez que cayó del cielo, estúpido muchacho de culo”, which translates to “We are the the fucking fish who fell from the sky, stupid ass boy.” Lance, being Cuban, understood what she had said and called her out on it, much to her surprise. Since then, the two would communicate in mostly spanish.
During their play fights, Spanish curses could be heard from throughout the castle, frequently “Idiota” from Lance and “pinche pendejo” from Celeste.
At first, Celeste couldn’t stand the kid because he wouldn’t stop hitting on her, but after he got used to her, (and she played him for Keith’s attention), he opened up and started to act like regular!lLance around her. She gave in, finally laughing at his stupid jokes and antics, hence the sibling attitude and play fighting.
Pidge
Celeste will only call Pidge “Pudge” because it annoys her.
Celeste pulled Lance aside one day and carefully instructed him that if and when her and Willow made it back home, Lance would have to continue to call her Pudge. There wasn’t a specific reasoning, but she never wanted the small child to forget her.
In retaliation, Pidge calls Celeste “Cilantro”. Lance had jumped on the bandwagon and tried to call her Carnitas, but Celeste threatened him with death if he ever called her that again. When Pidge had asked why she got so mad, Celeste had to explain that Carnitas translates to “little meats” and was basically pork cooked in lard or oil.
Pidge lowkey hated Celeste because she thought that she was just a dumb brute (harsh), but when the girls had brought them to see the inside of ‘Cuda and Celeste began to explain the mechanics behind her, and the AI etc, she realized that Celeste was much smarter than she looked.
Celeste walked in on Pidge mid breakdown about her father and brother, and despite her lashing out and begging for her to leave, Celeste simply wouldn’t. When Pidge (reluctantly) let her sit beside her, Celeste coaxed her to tell what was wrong. She shared her story, telling Pidge how she had lost her mother and father. She didn’t know if it was her story or the soft way that she spoke to the young girl, but she found herself cradling the her as she cried. They both vowed to not tell anyone, but since then, Pidge has looked up to Celeste as a big sister.
When the girls returned home, Pidge was crushed because Willow and Celeste had filled the void in her heart that had formed when she lost Matt. It was almost like she had had him back.
Shiro
Actual Space Parents ™
Celeste is more of a mother figure than Allura could ever be, no shade just truth. She’s better with people and much less condescending. Even if she’s hurt, she will always listen to the other side of the story. When Keith was found to have Galra blood, she still loved and treated him the same because he had protected her and everyone else on the team with such fervor and fierce loyalty. There was no question that he was on their side, at least not to Celeste.
Both consult each other before Allura (usually) when making decisions. Celeste may not be a total nerd but her leadership skills are A1 and Shiro always goes to her for a second opinion.
These two are extremely close, not in a sibling way or a best friend way, or a romantic way (she ain’t willow tho he daddy ™ ), they just are. It’s difficult to explain, but they both are headstrong, natural born leaders. They’re prepared to do what it takes to protect their team. Self sacrifice isn’t even a question if it would save the lives of one another or the team.
Both are secretly silly as hell but hide it well unless they’re with someone who they trust. One time, they had an argument over what he should name his Galra arm.
“Name it Herbert.” “What?” “No, name it…. Pepe.” “What the hell is ‘Pepe’?” “Oh God.”
Lance and Willow lost their shit and never let Shiro live it down, despite his claims that he had “bigger things to worry about than memes.” He also grumpily claimed that it was because he was imprisoned by the Galra for a year and got increasingly irritated when neither of the three would take him seriously.
Willow:
Allura
Honestly?? Willow is intimidated by her
Willow doesn’t understand how someone can be so strong even after losing everything
She really respects it
She’s jealous of the fact that Allura can so effortlessly hide what weakness she may have
She enjoys Allura’s presence, it’s soft, but sometimes Allura’s need for command and attention irks her
It don’t make sense because Willow has no problem with Celeste’s or Shiro’s authority ??
One time she started gabbing in Gaelic (a bad habit she’d had since childhood) Allura - without missing a beat - started rambling back in ancient Altean and Willow thinks that was the closest she’s ever been to Allura
Coran
Again SPACE UNCLE
He reminds her of her Grandma and her father, with all the boot camp stories and such, much like Celeste
Willow likes to remind him that she comes from a family of ‘warriors’ and that her Grandmother could so easily kick his ass just because he always talks about meeting her Grandma
Hugs
Coran is one of the few fellow touchy-feely persons in the Castle, so more often than not, if they achieve something together, they hug and cheer
Coran is incredibly interested in Gaelic and is trying to get Willow to teach him some
He just doesn’t recognize he’s terrible at learning other languages
Hunk
Like with her sister, Willow and Hunk are cuddle buddies
Willow will often share little things from she and Celeste’s childhood (especially dishes that their mother made) and will find out Hunk tried to make it
Her basic reaction is !!!!
She may or may not kiss his cheek and hug him because he’s such a fucking cutie
She’s almost cried twice because of how kind Hunk is
The other hugger on the ship so they’re constantly hugging and being affectionate
The Squishies
Keith
They don’t really talk, both aren’t able to read the other well besides what’s on the surface and know that a whole untreated ocean is underneath.
They leave well enough alone
They respect each other, high five after missions, all that friendly shit
Lowkey awkward cuties
Mostly connected by Celeste, so they know they have at least one thing in common
Willow is still loyal and protective to him, as is he
Training buddies
Keith hates when she beats his ass but it’s making him better so he can’t complain that much
His complaining increases if Lance is present during their training sessions
Just like Lance, he both hates and loves her
Dabbing, for example, since Lance refused to let Willow explain it to him
Which is a thing he loves, if he doesn’t understand something, then Willow is sure to explain it to him with as little judgement as possible
But also conspiracy theories, oh my god it is the way to this boys heart so of course he’s gonna like it when Willow makes a bad bigfoot joke
Lance
M E M E T E A M
Literally their entire relationship is essentially finger guns, sunglasses, and depression memes
Before I get into the funny shit; they share insecurities and often run to each other when they need reassurance because they are terrified of telling anyone else about their internalized problems
Literally have seen each other cry so many times
Love and protect each other almost like siblings
They’ve almost entirely wired themselves to calm down in the presence of the other tbh
Weepy cuddles and depression naps
Okay, back to our regularly scheduled meme program -
First off, Lance is probably partially deaf; the one time Lance wasn’t fully paying attention to what Willow was saying, he misinterpreted ‘Shiro’ as something along the lines of ‘Shirp’
His reaction basically being “Willow, wouldn’t it make sense to say ‘shrimp’ like everyone else? I mean what is wrong with you Irish??”
He didn’t understand why Willow started laughing so hard until she could finally breath again and explained to him what was going on
After the initial embarrassment of his stupidity was gone, Willow made him promise one thing….
Shiro is forever and always going to be named Shrimp now
Don’t tell Shiro
Dabbing
They started doing it ironically but now they can’t stop
It really bothers Keith so Lance just,,, eggs Willow on to the point both of them look ridiculous
Don’t get me started on the Yeet thing …. These two
Lance did it first, Willow swears on her life
Lance showed her it because ‘she wasn’t meme cultured’ properly and it just kind of,,, spiraled
They were being funny one day, exchanging puns and inside jokes, when Willow - being the meme loving shit that she is - proceeded to try and make Lance laugh by throwing her (plastic, it was important it wasn’t metal or glass or Coran and Hunk would be on her ass about it) cup after she had drank all of the liquid inside and yelled “THIS BINCH EMPTY! Y E E T!”
She did manage to get a barking, almost crying laugh from Lance, until they both realized that she had thrown the cup right in Shiro’s face and hit him square in the nose
If it would’ve been later in she and Shiro’s relationship, Willow would laughed and said something along the lines of ‘get wrecked’ but this was still when she was mildly intimidated by him and thought of him as only her commanding officer
It took a three second silence before both she and Lance were out the fucking door in a full r u n
“Shiro, ground her, she was the one to throw it.” “Lance.”
Pidge
SCIENCE TWINS
Lit just bond over their love of technology and general fuckery
Willow bonds with her because, honestly, Pidge is the closest she will ever get to a little sister, she has always been the little sister, but with Pidge, she has someone to pass her womanly knowledge of the world onto
Pidge is the same way, she loves that Celeste and Willow have taken her under their collective and metaphorical wings
Pidge enjoys the fact that Willow loves the quiet of the working mind as much as she does
Most of the time (if Willow isn’t working on Cuda as well) Willow will sit with Pidge in the lab and knitt as Pidge does her smarty thing
Willow loves carrying her around
Pidge would be salty about it with anyone else but Willow is so soft and smells close to home and asks first, so she lets Willow give her piggyback rides and carry her around on her shoulders so Pidge can reach all those high places without dangerous climbs
Willow is highkey president of the ‘protect the smol green bean’ club
Don’t matter if Pidge is a little badass, Willow will still smoother her
Pidge secretly loves it
Shiro
I don’t even know where to start
Literally that awkward, positively pure couple that everyone knows will happen eventually
It’s vv hard to hide the fact that there’s something there from the squad
Especially Lance and Celeste with these two
Keith is oblivious, but as soon as Celeste figured it out, he happened to know to
The info spreads like wildfire tbh
Pidge pokes fun at Willow about it aLL the damn time and Hunk makes it his mission to get them alone as much as possible
Celeste is really good at talking to and reading her sister, so it’s not hard to get Willow to finally admit it under great duress
Lance finds it wonderful to drop little comments and ideas on Shiro he thinks it’s fun to watch Shiro’s ears go red
But every pure couple has to have angst
Cough cough Chuck Hansen
Of course a girl like that would have someone at home waiting for her
But… It was really easy for Shiro to figure out that she could be so much happier, in a much healthier situation that isn’t sending her into fits of guilt and panic because of what Chuck says to her
And it’s not easy to convince Willow she deserves better
When Chuck told Willow she couldn’t be close to the Paladins, she listened, avoiding everyone unless necessary
Lasted like a day before she was back to talking to Shiro and cuddling up to Lance once again for comfort
She just stopped telling Chuck excitedly about her new friends, which everyone would see was hurting her more than ever
Shiro and Celeste were really the ones to set Willow into the motions of letting go
To make a long story really short, Shiro has a firm resentment of Chuck even though he’s never met him face to face and that Willow likes tea when she’s upset like him and was more than happy to share a cup of her favorite tea with him, no matter if she only had a limited supply or not
Surprisingly, vulnerability is their bread and butter
Vulnerability allows for the falling of walls, and with every vulnerable moment shared, the more walls are crashed down on both sides
For a quick and easy example besides from the one above; Sendak
Willow is a natural nurturer (both an advantage and a fault) so she was at Shiro’s side and understood every boundary, every panicked look, every need for silence
Shiro’s panic with Sendak was their door opener, the first sledgehammer against walls of emotional hurt that they decided to wade through together
These two, like, never sleep (literally my nightmare kids) so they’re often spending those sleepless nights in each other company
Lots of tea and books and blankets are shared between them if they end up in the longue
Willow found a room made entirely out of glass (Allura scolds them if she finds them in the control room late at night looking at the stars instead of sleeping guys wtf) and sometimes she’s already there when Shiro wakes up from nightmares
They just kind of lay down next to each other, sometimes they don’t talk at all, other times they don’t shut up
It’s their bonding time
Totally haven’t been found asleep in the lounge in blanket forts cuddled up to each other
And definitely haven’t held hands when they’re in their ‘star room’
And of course they haven’t kissed at all at four in the morning when both of them are half dead but struggling to keep awake for the other
Just omg
#cass and phe post#posted by phe though#cass wrote Celeste's bits#i wrote willow's#hope you like it#???#princess allura#coran#hunk garrett#keith kogane#lance mcclain#pidge gunderson#takashi shirogane#voltron#voltron legendary defender#sobek sisters#celeste sobek#willow sobek#pacific rim#my babies
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It snowed as they slept, a tangle of limbs. Lance fell asleep in the bath, Keith carrying him back to the bed where he stripped off the dirty quilt and roused Lance enough to coax him under the blankets. They’d woken some time before dawn, the sex slow, sleepy and sweet, before falling back to sleep holding each other. Waking the following morning, Lance was shaking with the cold. Keith tucking the blankets around him as he fetched their gear from outside. Everywhere was dyed white. The lights on in the main cabin, but it was too early to human. Keith grabbing up their things and darting back inside, it was fucking freezing out there, barely past dawn. Sleepily Lance called to him
“Babe?”
“I’m here”
He wasn’t about to wander off naked
“It’s cold”
“I know, I’m coming back to bed now”
“‘kay... miss you”
Lance was still cold when it came time actually get up. Keith running them a warm bath. His boyfriend clinging to him as he carried him into the bathroom. He liked Lance being clingy, but those fingers of his were no joke. Getting Lance into the bath, his boyfriend whined softly when Keith didn’t join him right away. Keith hadn’t had his coffee yet, the fact Lance wasn’t dropped was a birthday miracle. Maybe he was magically cured... Nah. That wasn’t going to happen over night
“It’s alright, babe. I’m going to grab us some clothes to wear”
“Mmm, okay... but don’t be too long”
Heading back into the bedroom, Keith dumped their things out on their bed, finding Lance had hidden his present to him under all their clothes. He didn’t want to open it. Not yet. Not until he was awake to function. It was hard to ignore though. Lance had really nice handwriting, his name on a little gift card signed from his boyfriend with a heart. Forcing himself to grab them something to wear, he came back to the bathroom with the gift still on his mind. In his absence Lance started dozing in the tub... looking adorable as he did, surrounded by the bubbles that came from the provided body wash.
Joining Lance led to bath sex... Lance’s skin smooth and oily from the bubble bath, his boyfriend whining softly at the hot water slipping inside of him, not that that stopped him. It was slow sex with plenty of kisses and Lance doing the hard work. It’d taken him three and a half weeks to be intimate with Lance again. He regretted not being ready sooner, especially in the wake of Lance’s breakdown, yet his boyfriend had calmed a lot since he’d started rubbing and touching his stomach more. They were being those kinds of parents, taking photos weekly as Lance’s stomach began to grow. Not that you could tell at the moment. The small amount of pudge still looked as if Lance had eaten too much, not that he was carrying a baby. He got what Lance meant about being physical, but he was also kind of glad they hadn’t rushed into immediately upon finding out they were expecting.
Lance was more awake after they’d had sex. His boyfriend dried his hair, then wanted to dry him down, peppering kisses to Keith’s scars. Lance never pushed on them, instead he seemed to know that some had stories Keith wanted forget. His kisses like he was trying to heal the hurt behind them. When they were dressed, and Lance had had his vitamin injection, Keith carried him to the main cabin seeing they’d left Lance’s boots their the previous night, Lance holding on for dear life as Keith’s pre-coffee clumsy was strong.
In the main cabin breakfast was underway. Pidge nursing her coffee as she sat at the dining table. Kosmo was already making a pest of himself as Hunk and Shay made breakfast, his dog lolling his head back to acknowledge their existence but the call of bacon was too strong. Matt and Rieva were in front of the fireplace. Shiro and Curtis cuddles up on the sofa. This was nice... nice, but Keith felt kind of left out seeing they were the last to arrive
“We thought about sending a rescue party to find you”
Lance climbed out of his hold, shivering as his feet touched the cold wood floors
“Totally my fault. Needed a bath to warm up... stupid snow”
Lance flashed their friends a smile. Keith feeling worse about things seeing it was fake... Keeping up appearances was hard and unfair. Shiro chuckled
“It’s a cold one. Matt and Rieva were straight in front of the fireplace. There’s coffee left for Keith”
Lance kissed his cheek
“Here that, babe, you better get some coffee in you while I put my boots back on”
“Can you two not be gross before breakfast?”
Keith rolled his eyes at Pidge. She was just jealous she wasn’t here with her partner. The thought sticking with him as Lance walked over to the fireplace. Pidge wasn’t dating anyone. He hoped she didn’t feel any less wanted there, because he wanted her there
“Leave Keith alone. He’s allowed to be gross in his birthday weekend”
Flipping Shiro off, Keith cautiously shuffled into the kitchen, Shay an angel as she passed him a cup of coffee, giggling at the happiness on his face
“Shiro already warned me I better have it ready”
“Babe, he’s as bad as Pidge when doesn’t have her”
Shay giggled at being called “babe”. Lance was right. Hunk and Shay were very well suited together. Taking his first mouthful of coffee, he found it lukewarm, meaning he could drain the whole cup. Hunk noticing
“There’s coffee next to the kettle. The milk’s in the fridge. It’s lactose free, Lance made sure to tell us repeatedly, as if we forget”
“Thanks, guys. You didn’t have to go to the effort”
Pidge snorted from the table
“Dude, you’re our friend. We do nice things for the people we actually like. Everyone else can go fuck themselves”
Matt and Shiro both called out in synch
“Language!”
The kind of timing that couldn’t be brought. Grumpily Pidge leaned back in her chair, cradling her coffee
“Blow me”
“Blow you what?”
Matt was the only one game enough to mess with her. Keith making for the coffee and the kettle, dying for another cup and this time hopefully warm. This wasn’t a bad way to spend a birthday at all... Not now he had caffeine starting to drive the blood out of his caffeine system.
Feeding Lance for the morning proved slightly difficult. Shay was in the kitchen, meaning he could go pouring blood into Lance’s morning shake. Instead he had to be covert. Making like he was putting away the milk, he hovered near the fridge, pouring out too much blood into the shake cup. He then had to use both hands and some very awkward body language to hide the contents as he added the shake powder. On a cold day it was probably better for Lance to have more blood than he needed, though he didn’t know if it’d make his boyfriend short the rest of their stay. Topping the shake up with water, he snapped the lid into place, shaking it as he carried it over to Lance who was sitting near the fire now he had his boots on. A normal person would be sweating from the heat
“Babe, food”
Lance eyed the shaker bottle with defeat. Matt shaking his head as the concoction
“I don’t think I want to ask”
“Have to hide breakfast somehow”
“Leave him alone to eat in peace”
“But, babe...”
“You finish that sentence, Matthew Holt, and I’ll put you out in the snow to pee like Kosmo”
Matt pouted at Rieva. Lance shooting Rieva a smile. Keith not jealous... He wasn’t. He simply needed more coffee
“Am I making pancakes?!”
Calling out from where he’d been frying eggs and bacon, Hunk laughed as they all called back “yes”. They really felt like a weird family... a weird family that he wasn’t sure he deserved.
With the baby, work and Lance, letting himself be distracted from his birthday blues was easier this year. Lance knew his past, knew not to push and when he needed that push. Shiro hadn’t pushed... Keith still feeling down about it especially between the ultrasound and the weekend, the feeling kind of like nothing good could possibly come from it and it was all going to be a big joke. That everyone was faking caring and there’d be no cabin. He felt dumb for doubting his friends... but some things were so ingrained that all the love in the world from his friends’ wasn’t going to magically break down those walls or heal the damage in an instant. All of these people being here for him scared him. He liked all of them... and they all liked him... he found a place here and he never wanted to lose it.
Settling down at the dining table with this cup of coffee, Pidge punched him in the arm
“What did I do now?”
“Birthday punches. Normally you punch the person however many times they are old, but I need more coffee for that”
“Thanks... I think?”
“You’re welcome. I’ve got your present in my bag. What did Lance give you?”
“I haven’t opened it yet...”
“Shit. I could have gotten in first... Guys, Keith hadn’t opened anyone’s present yet! He’s still fair game”
Was that a thing?
“Pidge, leave him alone. Besides, I booked the holiday!”
“You just want Keith all to yourself. I’m into your McClain!”
“He is my boyfriend!”
“Finders keepers, losers weepers”
“Merp!”
Pidge flipped Lance off. Curtis laughing at the pair of them
“With your compatibility, I am sure you would find Keith most agreeable to keep. Though he is more compatible with Lance. You’d both murder each other over the first cup of coffee for the day”
Pidge wrinkled her nose
“If I have to share my coffee like that, you can keep him”
Lance enthusiastically claiming him
“Done! He’s mine! But I left his present in his bag...”
He didn’t need presents... He didn’t need anything. Being here with them... he’d never had this like this...
“Guys... you don’t have to give me presents. You being here is enough”
Pidge raised an eyebrow
“Dude. It’s free stuff”
“I don’t need a lot”
She wasn’t backing down
“Shut up. You do too. Now drink your coffee birthday boy”
Breakfast was loud. There were discussions and firm plans put in place for a snowball fight, and something about maybe making snow men, Hunk bragging a little about his skills. Lance hadn’t taken the delicious scents as well as the others, his boyfriend slipping off to throw up, missing the second half of things before Keith went to check on him. Hunched over the toilet, Lance smiled at him weakly
“You shouldn’t be worrying on your birthday”
“I came to check you’re okay”
“Better... just letting the cabin air a bit before... nope... never mind”
Throwing up again, his boyfriend weakly gripped the toilet as he did. Keith hated seeing him like this, and he hated he couldn’t do anything about Lance’s morning sickness. Sitting himself down behind Lance, he wrapping his arm around him, rubbing the taunt muscles of his stomach
“I feel like I should apologise”
Lance hacked and spat, sounding throughly done as he did, before letting himself relax back against Keith
“You don’t need to. You’ve done nothing wrong”
“Still...”
“Nope. It’s your birthday. None of that”
“You’re being stubborn again”
“Because I’m okay. I feel better than I have in a while... other than this...”
“This is kind of my fault”
“It takes two to make a macaroon. You should be more worried about Pidge in a snow ball fight. She shows no mercy, even to her team”
“She did seem pretty keen”
“Personally I think she can’t wait to rain hell down on Matt”
“I can see that. Are you up for it?”
“Traipsing around in the cold? Ugh... maybe I’ll umpire”
“We need one?”
“You know Pidge will accuse Matt of cheating. This wasn’t supposed to... I mean... I didn’t think it’d snow so soon”
“It’s fine...”
“Mmmm... maybe. No one made a fuss, did they?”
“Nah. Shay’s the only one who doesn’t know human food doesn’t stay down”
“I really want to bring her in to sign a non-disclosure, but she deserves a life where she doesn’t have to fear the dark”
“I think she could handle it... Hunk wants to tell her”
“It’s not fair on him”
They both fell silent for a moment, Keith rubbing at Lance’s belly. This birthday was so weird. His next birthday he’d be father...
“Babe... I know birthdays aren’t the best for you, but I hope you still make some good memories of today”
“I already am... I... kind of feel weird having everyone together because of me”
“That’s because we all love you, silly. You deserve every happy moment”
“I don’t know about that”
“Then it’s a good thing that I do. You, Keith Kogane, are loved. Very much... I’m just sorry that I’m tired”
“Was last night too much?”
“Last night was perfect. So was this morning... and this morning again... you’re a total horn dog”
“I can’t help it... you’re so cute”
Lance blushed softly. Keith’s heart doing flips
“Should I be worried you’re going to gobble me up?”
“Maybe. But if you don’t want to... I mean...”
“I like having sex with you. Even if I did worry I was going to piss myself in your lap”
“Babe, I wouldn’t really... No. You need to feel safe with me”
“I do... last night was pretty close though”
“Let me know in future. I’d rather stop than hurt you”
“I know. I think maybe I’m done. My stomach feels like it’s settling”
“That’s good. I worried I put too much blood in your shake”
“You did, but it’s alright. I needed the energy boost”
“Should I be worrying about that?”
“Nah. I’m sleepy for all the right reasons... and the fucking snow”
Keith chuckled
“You’re so much like Mami. Her showing up bundled up like that”
“Mmm... I’m definitely a tropical vampire. It was hard to hide it all when Pidge and Hunk didn’t know. Hunk used to fret so much over how cold I was...”
“I’m fretting over how cold you are”
“Ahhh, but this is perfect weather for snuggling with the birthday boy, after he wins the snow fight”
“If you’re not...”
“Don’t you finish that. I’m your boyfriend, not your keeper. Have fun with our friends. I know how much you missed them. I’m not going to be lonely laughing at you guys”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. I’ll just borrow someone’s phone and take photos”
“You could borrow my camera”
Lance raised an eyebrow, Keith not sure why
“Your camera is your baby”
Oh... that was why
“It’s not like you’re going to drop it”
“I don’t want to risk breaking it”
“You won’t. I’ll set it up so all you have to do is point and shoot”
Lance groaned at him
“They’re going to awful compared to your skills”
“I’m not that skilled”
“Babe. Love of my life. Anger loaf and lover of Macaroon. You really are. I was totally thinking about getting you camera stuff for your birthday, and I mean, I know I remember stuff, but then they went off and started in talking in some weird language with exposure and angles and it was complicated”
“Not as complicated as legal jargon”
“Oh, that’s pretty up there... but give me a day in the courtroom over deciphering camera talk”
“That’s because you’re not used to it”
“Does that mean you’ll teach me?”
“If you want to learn”
Lance chuckled
“Not really. I’m happier watching you. Okay, let’s get off the floor. My butt’s going numb with the cold”
“We can’t have anything happening to that arse of yours. It’d be butt a tragedy”
Lance’s glare said he wasn’t amused, Keith on the hand thought himself funny. For two people so close, he couldn’t believe how calm Lance was taking things when compared to him losing it over finding Lance the perfect last minute gift. Next year he was going to be prepared.
*
Lance wasn’t imagining things. Shay kept looking at him like she wanted to say something, the looked away when their eyes met. They’d talked a little in the car, Shay asking how he’d been, the others must have told her he’d been, or more likely Hunk had turned to her upset over what had happened. Thanks to his life being flipped upside down again, he’d barely seen Shay as much as he used to. It sucked... and the snow really sucked.
Sitting on the veranda of the cabin, Lance watched the others playing in the snow. Keith hadn’t been keen, then had been ganged up on by Curtis and Shiro, his boyfriend tackled down and snow put down the back of his shirt. For all his yelling and complaining, Keith was laughing as hard at as everyone else. The air was still cool, but the snow had already begun to melt to slush. Kosmo was so confused to what to do, running after the balls of snow only to watch them disappear, or even worse for the poor doggo was when he thought he’d caught them onto find them vanishing like magic. He made his displeasure know as he barked, bounding around with everyone. This was how life should be. No shitty vampire “war”, and now worries. He truly hoped this would be the first in a long line of happy birthdays for his boyfriend. This time next year they’d be parents to a little Macaroon that really needed a better name.
Playing in the snow resulted in an early lunch. Lance skipping real food for a shake, the smells of breakfast still in the air, and he wanted to make an effort to keep something down. Lunch was less formal than breakfast, not that breakfast was formal. Deciding on snacks, they lounged around, Keith not keeping him warm as his boyfriend was damp from Shiro smooshing snow into his hair. Each time he went in for a hug, Lance sank back into the sofa wishing he had a blanket
“Lance, I have to ask, what’s with the shakes. You didn’t even have a proper breakfast?”
Shay finally spoke what was on her mind. Their friends all looking momentarily panicked
“I’m fine... just you know, dieting and stuff”
Shay giggled at him
“Dieting? If you diet any harder there’ll be. Nothing left of you”
“She’s right you know, you’re a twig”
Fucking Keith, Lance huffing
“I’m a manly twig. Are you’re cold. Stop trying to squish me with your coldness”
Keith laughed at him, laying back against him with that cold wet hair of his. All of them should have gone for hot showers and warm dry clothes
“You love me anyway”
“I do, but if you keep this up I might have to run away to Cuba until spring... I’m not made for cold weather”
Matt cackled at him. Stupid werewolves and their high body temperatures
“Dude, it’s not that cold. What are you going to be like when winter really sets in”
“I’m going to hibernate. Build myself a little Lance burrito and hibernate”
Keith kissed his cheek, ignoring Pidge pulling a face as he did
“Can I join in?”
“Not if you’re going to bring the cold with you. I should have grabbed my heat packs from the bag”
“Want me to grab them?”
Keith was too sweet
“Nah, just keep your frostbite to yourself. Honestly, the lot of you should have had showers and changed”
“Your age is showing, dad”
Pidge giggled at her comment. Lance sorely tempted to flip her off
“Someone’s gotta be the sane and reasonable one around here”
“As if you’re sane. I know you too well, Gremlin”
“Saner than you”
“Riiiight... I’m not the one who developed a macaroon fetish after getting out of hospital”
Lance bit down a laugh, relieved to know they didn’t suspect macaroon was a baby and not a dessert snack
“That’s right. You were in hospital. Hunk said it was an accident. Are you okay?”
Why was Shay bringing that up now?
“Yeah. I had a stomach bug and fainted. A whole lot of worry for nothing”
“Plus he’s been working in Platt...”
Hunk was trying to help, but how was he supposed to explain that? Especially when Shay looked so interested
“You’re a lawyer, right?”
“Yep. Family law. It always gets busy towards Christmas”
“Don’t let them lie to you, Shay. He and Keith have totally shacked up. We’ve been abandoned”
Shay giggled as she bumped Pidge with her shoulder
“They are kind of cute together”
“If by cute you mean “totally gross”, then sure”
Shiro finally decided to “Dad” up
“Now, now. They’re happy. That’s the main thing. So what do we want to do now?”
“I could totally go for a nap right here... the fire feels so nice. Kosmo’s got the right idea, totally digging out and letting the fire warm his balls”
Lance wished he had something to throw at Matt, instead Rieva proved to be on his side
“Mmm... that’d be nice. I left my book in our cabin. I could go for dogging out too”
Werewolves. You couldn’t take them anywhere. Curtis seemed to be on team “lounge about” too. Lance had kind of thought the weather would be clearer and they’d be able to explore the area more
“We could do presents? It’d be an excellent way to warm up again”
“Yes! Okay, let me get mine for Keith!”
“And I’ll get ours!”
Hunk seemed enthused
“Matt’s going to brave the snow and get ours, the fire’s too nice to leave”
“Baaaabe”
“Awww, do you need me to hold your hand”
“Yes”
Rieva shoved Matt in the shoulder
“Go get ours before I throw you into the snow. And be nice. Go grab Lance’s present and his heat packs. He’s making me cold looking at him”
Matt dragged himself up
“Yes, boss. Do you two want anything else from your cabin?”
Lance knew it was horrible, yet he was struck with the strong feeling of not wanting Matt in his and Keith’s space. He knew it had to be his ego being stupid, but the feeling was uncomfortable and unwanted. When he didn’t answer, Keith answered for him
“Nah, thanks for asking, man”
“Okay... I guess I’ll be back soon. No stealing my spot while I’m gone. I farted on it”
Pidge wrinkled her nose
“Are you sure you don’t just stink all the time?”
“Not funny, Katie”
“Come over here and say that. I’ll bite you”
“And risk my ankles? I think not”
Pidge glared at Matt who darted out the living area. Stupid werewolves and their high body heat, and stupid feelings. He’d nearly growled at Matt as he’d passed Keith. This was beyond ridiculous. How the fuck was he supposed to keep his secret for the whole weekend, let alone until the next scan? Maybe he should just take his bad mood back to the cabin after the presents. It was Keith’s birthday. He shouldn’t be acting pissy at their friend for absolutely no reason.
*
Shiro’s gift wasn’t funny. His brother was an arsehole. He’d taken a photo of him sleeping, mouth open and all, then had it printed on a blanket, with matching socks. Shiro laughing far too hard at the look on Keith’s face. He’d wanted to open Lance’s first, but Lance seemed nervous for some strange reason, so Keith was now saving his for last. He knew whatever his boyfriend gave him, it had to be better than Shiro’s.
From Curtis he received a bat. A soft toy, but none the less it was bat. Poor Shay didn’t get the joke, Lance explaining Keith was totally terrified of them. Keith defending himself over the incident in the mine, though it was pretty good coverup story if he thought about it. He liked bats a little more, though only when they were Lance and not flying past his head like some great doom cloud. Curtis producing a second present that was heavily influenced by Shiro, because it was a damn bobble head of a bat. But of them sucked... not that he’d admit it, and not that they really did... Okay, Shiro did, but he already knew how lame his brother was. At least it wasn’t more sex toys. He hadn’t even told Lance he’d brought a few things with him.
Hunk’s gift was more practical. Seeing Keith’s bike still wasn’t on the road it was a voucher for his dad’s garage. At $250 it was far too much, despite Hunk insisting he’d be doing most of the work and Keith could help if he wanted too.
Shay’s gift was a fuel card for Balmera, to go with his bike once it was up and going, and stern lecture about visiting more because they missed him. It was nice... but still, he felt like it was too much. He didn’t need $100 voucher on top of Hunk’s, though Shay said she used her staff discount it was still... a lot.
Pidge was a gremlin. She’d always be a gremlin. She’d brought him a hard book map of Platt, laughing about his terrible sense of direction, and GPS tracker that kind of looked like the ones worn when under house arrest. She laughed at the confused look on her face, explaining it was for Lance so he wouldn’t lose his boyfriend when they were out. If anyone needed a GPS it was Matt. Especially after he and Rieva had “relocated” a cow for Lance’s birthday.
From Kosmo he was gifted a bag of treats and new harness seeing the old one was snug with how much his dog had grown. Shiro had picked it out... it was red with little bones on it... definitely more his brother’s taste.
Matt had gifted him a voucher for a bike shop. Keith wondering if he really seemed the voucher type. He was under orders to get a new helmet. He hadn’t thought about it, but all his friends had been pretty worried after his accident. It felt nice to be cared about... too cared about. This wasn’t like his birthday’s in the past. No Adam with his practical gifts... Or smell of burnt cake in the air.
Rieva had gifted him books... Vampire romance books... that he wasn’t sure how to accept. He only wanted to be intimate with one vampire, so possibly Lance would have a laugh out of them later. Shiro’s gift was bad but this wasn’t that great... Did Rieva always... Surely she didn’t just read porn... Rieva was smart, highly educated, and confident in herself... but even she couldn’t ignore pop culture making things seem like everything was possible when you were a vampire... Maybe she thought he could use a laugh?
Lance’s gift was finally the last. By now Keith really didn’t want to open up another voucher. He already had anxiety thinking about going shopping. Naturally he wanted to take Lance, but that was now even more dangerous. They hadn’t even had like a real date. They’d missed their reservation and opera with Lotor and Allura didn’t count. Lance‘a gift wasn’t that big... it felt like it was maybe two thing in there... and something kind of solid...
“Open it already!”
Trust Pidge to want to rush him. She probably wanted to know what vampires thought an acceptable gift when dating a hunter. Careful with the tag, he placed it aside. Yeah. No one else got that treatment, but then again, no one else had bothered putting a tag on it. The gift wrapped in red ribbon, Lance knowing he loved the colour red... the paper was plain white, not giving him any clues to the contents.
Unwrapping Lance’s present, he was actually really thrilled. It wasn’t a voucher. It wasn’t something to do with his bike, that he now felt a little self conscious about. He loved his bike and missed the feel of straddling her... not that Lance knew he called her a “her”. There was a small butterfly knife, not great in a real fight but a handy thing to have in a human fight. His collection of them was somewhere in the boxes from the move. The second knife was a proper good quality hunting knife, his name engraved on the hilt. This... this was definitely making onto his work belt
“I know you don’t like big expensive gifts. And I wanted to give you something useful. Just don’t go stabbing me with it”
Lance nuzzled into him, Keith kind of in shock. Like... he knew Lance paid close attention to the things he liked, and he felt like after Lance admitted he didn’t know much about cameras that it was Lance’s was of confessing he didn’t know much about him. He’d been totally wrong
“I won’t... babe... it’s perfect”
Keith hadn’t realised Shiro was actually recording the whole present opening thing. His brother chuckling
“I guess we know who’s gift he likes the most”
It was when he flipped his brother off that he noticed. It was probably bad that he wanted to start training with it...
“I love it...”
“We can tell. Happy birthday, kiddo”
Keith’s feelings flooded through him. The amount of love he felt for the group of people surrounding him was too much. He didn’t... he couldn’t thank them enough. Wrapping his arms around him, Keith hid his face against Lance’s cheek completely limp in Lance’s hold
“Happy birthday, samurai”
“I...”
“It’s okay... you’re allowed to be happy. You’re allowed to be scared too... Pidge is pretty scary”
“Fuck you. I’m a nice person when I want to be”
Lance chuckled
“See. She’s a terror. Okay, now that presents are done, I’m totally going for a nap... Take care of Keith for me”
He didn’t get to come? Shiro chuckled at the pair of them
“Don’t worry about that. He’s got his blades to play with. We’ll keep an eye on him”
“I’d prefer you kept both on him, or he’s likely to lose one of his own, and I’m afraid I can’t let him. I love his eyes too much”
*
When Lance left for his nap, Keith felt kind of lost. He couldn’t help but worry if his boyfriend made it back to the cabin and if he was okay. Still overwhelmed, he found himself sitting on the veranda of the cabin, playing with his camera because Shay would probably freak out if he played with his knife. Inside the others had figured out how to hook Pidge’s laptop up, playing some interactive game with their phones, which Hunk didn’t seem to be doing well at. Hearing the sliding door open, he knew it’d be Shiro coming to check on him.
Sitting down beside him, his brother looped his arm over Keith’s shoulders
“How you doing?”
“Okay... I... don’t really know”
“It’s definitely different to birthdays back in Rome”
“Yeah... louder... with more people and presents. It’s kind of weird”
“Really? I think it’s nice”
Keith looked up to Shiro who smiled down at him
“That’s because you’re weird”
“Nah. My baby brother is having the best birthday of his life. What more could I hope for?”
“Not to be surrounded by weirdos?”
“Nah. They’re fine. Is Lance okay?”
“He doesn’t like the cold...”
“I gathered that by how high the aircon’s been in the apartment. I also heard you kept a couple of wolves up last night”
Keith blushed. He loved the sounds Lance made and hadn’t thought about his voice carrying
“Yeah... I know it’s sex... but with him...”
“It feels special”
Special didn’t come close
“Yeah. We hadn’t done anything since the accident...”
“I understand that. As long as you two are okay, that’s all that matters”
“Are you okay? Is Curtis?”
“Yep. He’s worried about Lance but knows Lance will talk to him properly when he’s ready. He’s missed having him back at the house”
Keith groaned. He didn’t want Lance going back
“Kiddo?”
“I... it’s not fair but I... I get stuck thinking about what if he falls down the stairs again. We were so lucky the first time”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine. I’m sure everything will be fine”
“The word for that is “macaroon””
“Let me guess, Lance decided?”
“Nope. We couldn’t decide what an “idiot crumpet” made when combined with an “anger loaf””
Shiro snorted with laughter
“He’s a bit strange with the bread analogies”
“He’s fine. I think you’re a croissant but it really depends on his mood”
“Because I’m delicious and a killer on the hips?”
Keith wrinkled his nose. His brother was too into this
“I don’t want to think about that. That can stay between you and Curtis”
“In that case let’s just say Curtis really likes croissants”
Thank god he didn’t say he liked buttered croissants or croissants with cream
“Ew... I’ve seen too much as it is. Is everyone else having fun?”
“Yeah. They get it. They don’t expect you to have to hide away what you’re feeling”
“Even when I don’t feel like I deserved everything they gave me. Them being here was enough”
“They chose gifts thinking of you. I gotta say, that GPS on your ankle would save me hours of worry”
“If you like it that much you should wear it”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
A comfortable silence fell between the two brothers. Shiro had done so much for him. Keith wished he knew how to pay him back for everything. He’d given him first happy birthday memories that he could remember. The door behind the slid open, then closed, again, Curtis coming out to join them. Sitting down on Keith’s other side, he was squashed in an idiot sandwich
“Pidge is ruthless. She and Shay have broken Hunk and Matt”
That sounded about normal for them, Keith asking
“And you?”
“Came to see what was taking you two so long. I was sure you’d be with Lance”
“He wanted to take a nap”
“I’ve noticed the change in his energy levels. Don’t tell me. He will when he’s ready. I do worry about him in the cold... It won’t kill him, but he may become aggressive if his body temperature drops too low”
Shiro sighed at Curtis
“Don’t stress Keith out. I’m sure Lance is fine”
Or he could be huddled up freezing his arse off
“Nope. I’m stressed now. I’m going to check on him. Shiro, take care of my camera for me, I’ll be back soon”
As Keith left the two idiots behind, he could hear Shiro scolding his boyfriend, Curtis protesting awkwardly. Their friends were so damn weird.
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Tim Lincecum doesn’t think he’s done yet
Sunday’s Say Hey, Baseball features the determination of Tim Lincecum, Pudge’s special honor, and Adam Jones’ new offseason job.
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Tim Lincecum isn’t ready to stop pitching yet. He’s not ready to retire, and he’s not ready to pitch overseas yet. The former Giant wants to be a major league pitcher again. And despite having no offers from any teams, he’s starting to throw and get ready for the season. With just over three weeks until spring training starts, he’s gotta get a move on.
Lincecum’s fall is pretty epic, honestly. He won two Cy Young awards in 2008 and 2009 (his first two full seasons), and was a major contributor to the Giants’ World Series victory in 2010. Things started going south in 2011, and even though he did manage no-hitters against the Padres 2013 and 2014, he was far from the starter he once was. A degenerative hip condition ended his 2015 season in June, and after surgery he picked up with the Angels in 2016. He started nine games and racked up a 9.16 ERA before they mercifully designated him for assignment.
None of this is particularly encouraging for Lincecum’s future, but let’s consider the pitching market right now, shall we? It’s so shallow that Kyle Kendrick, who didn’t appear in the majors at all in 2016 and has won zero Cy Young awards, has been invited to Red Sox spring training. If Kendrick can get an invite, Lincecum should be able to. He doesn’t want to give up yet, and wants to try and wring every bit of pitching juice from his body. If you need further proof that giving up pitching is hard, Jon Heyman has reported that Johan Santana is working out on his own, preparing to mount yet another comeback. The pitching mound has a siren call that’s hard to deny.
Ivan Rodriguez’s number will be retired by the Rangers after he’s enshrined in the Hall of Fame, an honor the team has reserved for only two others in their entire history. And one is Nolan Ryan.
The Braves are finalizing a deal to add catcher Kurt Suzuki to their roster, and I really think he could play forever.
Speaking of catchers and short deals, the Orioles might still be interested in bringing Matt Wieters back on a one-year deal.
Viva El Birdos doesn’t want the Cardinals to mess around with their catcher, Yadier Molina. They want the team to extend him before the season even starts.
Brian Cashman sure has been talking about trading Brett Gardner, which seems a little strange.
After trading Chris Sale and waiting for the new season to start, the White Sox are caught in a weird place.
The Cubs have two picks in the first round of the draft this year, but before you roll your eyes and say "Great, that’s just what those World Series winners need!", the picks are No. 27 and No. 30.
Adam Jones does more than play outfield for the Orioles. Now he’s going to be an off-ice official for the San Diego Gulls hockey team!
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