Girl wdym you got hit by a bus 💔💔💔💔 I HOPE YOURE OKAYYYY!!!
I was also wondering if I could maybe perchance mayhaps sort of request Keith Kogane x reader, and then being like childhood best friends?
Whenever I think of this au in my head i always imagine them at like a festival (before Keith’s dad passed away) running away from their parents hand in hand to play.. idk, BUT I HOPE YOURE OKAY!!!!!
Authors notes: I wasn’t hit by a bus LOL sorry for confusion. I was using the stereotype that fic writers say crazy things happened to them when they haven’t written a chapter to make a joke😭 I don’t really like this I feel like the pacing of the fic is rushed but I mean I like the ending so idk. I also feel like I didn’t spend enough time writing it but I have so much free time that I was able to finish it in such a short amount of time. I also had a slightly hard time figuring out how to end it. But, here goes, hope you like it!
Tags & warnings: fluff, love confessions, cute ending
I can vividly remember the time that me and my childhood best friend, Keith Kogane escaped our parents and ran through the crowded festival to go play by ourselves.
We held hands as we ran into the distance. It wasn’t the first time we held hands, but the first time I felt like it mean’t something. It was different from times he extended his arm to help me up if I fell, or grabbed my hand to guide it to something. It had some kind of underlying meaning. a meaning I can, annoyingly, never get myself to figure out, but one that lies deep inside of my heart. Maybe that was when my love for Keith had started to bloom. But then again, I was barely old enough to understand what that feeling was.
That was before his father passed away.
After that event, he was no longer the same kid who’d give me his stupidly cute grin when I’d show up at his door to play. It felt like he never smiled at all anymore. Keith became much more reserved, and we even had drifted apart a little bit. But not just as much as he drifted away from his other friends. Sometimes I wondered if I was the only friend he had at the time. The only person he could trust.
That all changed when he started attending the Galaxy Garrison out of the blue. I don’t think I ever talked to him between the period that he was in the garrison and I wasn’t. When I got word that he started studying and training there, it motivated me to study harder so I could be alongside him once again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to live without him, and, selfishly, I hoped me felt the same about me. So when I finally got into the garrison, I wasn’t over the moon, just relieved.
My first personal mission once I arrived at the garrison was to find Keith and catch up with him. I wasn’t mad we don’t talk for around a year, hell, I was barely disappointed. It makes me sound like a bad friend when put into words, but I knew the kind of person Keith was. With him just getting into the garrison, and me studying to get into the garrison myself, we were both quite busy and didn’t have time to send letters, and I never did or will blame him for that.
After just a week of being at the garrison I ran into Keith. Walking with a guy I could easily tell was Shiro. Shiro had come to our school one day to let us interact with a flying simulator. Keith had gotten through the little mini game with flying colors. I, however, was not as good.
“Keith,” I say, watching Keith and Shiro turn around to see me standing behind them.
I watch as Keith’s face contorts into one of confusion, then surprise.
“You’re here….,” Keith says, walking over to put a hand on my shoulder as if I would vanish right there and then.
“Sure am,” I say, slightly giggling as I put my hand over the one he had on my shoulder, “You see to be holding up well.”
“Ah, you know, a lot of science-y stuff.” Keith jokes, earning a small laugh from the man behind him, “Well, I gotta get going, but we’ll catch up later, I promise.” Keith said as he walks away, filling a confused Shiro in as they walked.
The next four years that followed were quite nice. Me and Keith caught up as he promised, and I actually made some new friends. Lance, Pidge, and Hunk were their names. They all seemed so different from Keith, yet I found myself becoming friends with them pretty easily. Lance would sometimes flirt with me, which I often noticed earned him a small glare from Keith, but I would always shut down his playful advances. I still had my eyes set on someone else. Someone who I’ve had my eyes set on since I was around 6 years old.
But of course, all couldn’t be peaceful and happy for long. Not only was Keith quiet and cold to those he didn’t trust after his dad’s death, but he became a lot more hostile. Many times, he’d end up in fights with the boys at the garrison, a common one being James Griffin. One of these fights got him kicked out of the garrison, where we once again would stop talking to each other for a period of time.
It was nice to have my other friends to talk to, but hard without Keith. Until one day, Lance decided that he just had to sneak out. Hunk and I ended up following along and ended up also finding Pidge on the rooftop. This is where I reunited with Keith once again, finding him rescuing Shiro from some object that had dropped from space. I can’t remember it quite well, seeing as I was mostly focused on the fact that I had just found Keith after a year. Although I can never forget the fact that we ended up finding some robot lion thingy and getting launched into space.
That’s how we ended up where we are now. In space fighting against an alien dictator and his army. I, however don’t actually do any fighting, I’m just a medic. Something that seems so contradicting seeing as I studied so hard to fly in ships through outer space but I don’t mind it to much, gives me reason to talk to Keith. But, before I could reflect on my life anymore, a voice brought me out of my thoughts.
“You okay?” Keith asked, lightly shaking my lying figure. We were on his bed after a mission, talking about what had been happening in our lives recently. This was something we usually did when we had the time. Something that brought us both the needed comfort while fighting an intergalactic war. I was laying on his bed, facing him, while he sat up against the pillows, keeping comfortable distance between us.
“Eh, you know, just thinking.” I reply, looking up at him to see his eyes already looking down at me.
“Anything worth talking about? That’s why we’re in my room after all.” Keith questions, looking back up at the knife he was examining. I wondered if just starring at that knife brought him comfort, as it was something he did often, but I digress.
I paused, opening my mouth to say something before closing it again, not knowing what I should say.
“I think I’m in love with you, Keith,” I blurted out.
I wanted to look up at Keith to see his reaction for myself, but my eyes felt like they were locked in place starring at his bedsheets.
When I finally get myself to look up at him, he was still starring at his knife while his fingers fidgeted with the handle. This time, I noticed that the corners of his mouth were ever so slightly upturned in a smile.
When I finally get ahold of my words, I change my statement, making myself more clear.
“No, I don’t think I’m in love with you,” I state as I sit up and bring my knees to my chest, “I am in love with you Keith, I just can’t seem to figure out when these feelings truly started, which is what has been bothering me recently.”
After declaring my love for my childhood best friend, Keith Kogane, I finally built up the courage to look at him after selectively starring at the wall and bedsheets for just about the entire time. He was, still, starring at his knife, but this time, I watched him as he put his hand on my shoulder and turned his head towards me, actually looking at me with a bewildered look in his face.
“Are you sure?” Was the first thing to come out of his mouth. What a silly question it was.
“Of course I am.” I affirm, watching as Keith’s face shifts from confusion to shock.
After a few moments of silence, Keith spoke again.
“I-I like you- no, I love you too!” Keith exclaimed, putting his other hand on my other shoulder as if he was making sure this wasn’t all some vivid dream.
Hearing this made me smile and extend my legs to pull his head down to my chest in a hug, nuzzling my cheek on the top of his head.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” I whisper as I cup his cheeks and make his head face mine, noticing the more prominent smile on his face now.
I peck his forehead and pull his head back to my chest, moving my fingers into his hair as I did. I could feel him slightly giggle against my chest as he slithered his around arms my waist and pulled himself closer.
Never would I thought that Keith Kogane, the “emo boy”, as kids in high school called him, would be this cuddly, but I can’t say mad to find out that he is.
“Just so you know,” Keith speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve liked you since we held hands and ran through the crowd at a festival.”
“Really? Maybe my hypothesis is correct then.” I giggle lightly, resting my cheek back on his forehead and closing my eyes, letting the sudden sleepiness that had come over me take over.
