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kidge-planet · 1 year

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kidge lunch date !

hey hey kidge shippers ! today , I’ve been wanting to talk to you about the lunch date that we can see in the Atlas ever since it is an amazing scene !! (for the people who need a reminder , it’s episode 7 season 8 :p )

let’s first start with a desciption of the scene :

OK , so we have Pidge and Keith sat in a table in the Atlas . we can see that they were going to eat together and enjoy each other’s company until the interuption by Razavi and Kinkade...

somehow , keith seem annoyed by their presence wich is understandable and frustreted . pidge seem kinda lost ( ngl ) and sort of surprised ?? IDK ! but she deosn’t seem has anoyed as keef... this is my fafourite part of this ship , how keith is always on the defensive while pidge takes a little longer to snap .. she is in general pretty soft in my opinion . love that ! omg I’ll make another post about the kidge dinamic !

when Razavi ask pidge a question , Pidge answere very nicely she is adorable fr. when the camera turns to Keith (when pidge is done talking ) , he was still looking at her untile Razavi called him and asked him a question .

he looked like he was trying to ask her to leave or something idk.. he just seem so annoyed all along gosh.

then Razavi ask him a question :

can’t find the moment where he frown to the camera ... WICH IS ALL ALONG BIHRTBRGBOHQBOVBUTHO

anyways , still looking annoyed here , he seem to answere as quick as possible .

then Hunk arrive and the three ( Razavi , Kinkade and Hunk) are starting to talk about cooking .

finaly keith asks if the interview is over :

still: ANNOYED.

the fact is : keith invited Pidge eat with him ; I think he did because of how he reacts all along . ( you can see it platonicaly or other ways , that’s up to you <3 )

he just wanted to have a nice time with the amazing green paladin that he ABSOLUTELY ADORES ( Bex’s words )

just think this is adorable to see them have some time together and that shows us that behind scenes , they do have canon bonding moments ! ( again , see it platonicaly if you want to , still up to you ! )

Kidge deserved more screen time and bonding moments on screen . vld missed something and I feel like they realized it in the season 8 ever since on that season , we have a lot of kidge and basicaly they are just standing next to each other 24/7.

the realisators must have noticed that they had missed something big.

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fandom-smut-shots · 5 years

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James Griffin - Fire

Fire – James Griffin

Redandgoldgirl

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The trunk of James’ SUV closed with a thump, securing your belongings alongside everyone else’s. Your senior year of high school began in just one week, which meant that it was time for the yearly end-of-summer camping trip that you and your friends always took.

For the second year in a row, James had been nominated for transportation due to the car he’d received for his sixteenth birthday. Before anyone was of legal driving age, Lance’s mother had happily offered her chauffeur services. Having as many children as she did required an SUV similar to the one James now drove, which made her the perfect transportation while the teenagers were working towards their licenses.

“Shotgun!” Kinkade shouted, reaching for the door handle of the passenger seat.

Lance elbowed him in the side, earning a grunt of vague pain. Kinkade turned to the brunet, poised to protest, but the Cuban teen placed a hand over his mouth and tilted his head in your direction. Kinkade took the hint and glanced around Lance, catching you leaning against the trunk of the car, chatting about something inaudible with James. A soft blush dusted your cheeks, and James grinned in the way he only did when you were in sight.

Kinkade smirked knowingly, sharing a glance with the Cuban whose hand was still plastered to his face. The dark-haired boy stuck out his tongue, pressing it to Lance’s palm, and the brunet yelped in disgust, retracting his hand and wiping his friend’s saliva on his jacket.

Lance opened the back door, crawling into the middle seat beside Keith. Pidge, Hunk, and Nadia were stationed in the third row, and Kinkade slid in next to Lance. James rounded the car, opening the passenger door and allowing you inside. You smiled shyly at him as you stepped up, accepting his empty hand to keep your balance. He closed the door as you tugged the seatbelt across your chest, watching as he took his place in the driver’s seat.

“Everyone ready to go camping?” James called as he turned the key and the ignition roared to life.

Cheers and yells sounded from the other passengers, and you giggled at their enthusiasm.

When you reached the campsite, another chorus of cheering erupted through the car. James put it in park and killed the engine, and everyone scrambled to the closest door. James shuffled to your side and opened the door for you, offering you a hand of assistance. You accepted it with a grin, stepping down.

“You know I’m capable of getting in and out of cars on my own, right?” you teased.

He chuckled. “Of course. I just thought you might like the help.”

“Well, thank you,” you murmured, your grin fading to a shy smile.

“Alright!” Nadia chirped loud enough to catch everyone’s attention as she shuffled out of the third row of seats. “Everyone remember the tent pairs?”

It had been decided at the beginning of summer how the four tents would be divided – Pidge and Hunk, Lance and Keith, James and Kinkade, and you and Nadia. This was the simplest solution that left nobody feeling uncomfortable – however, as Nadia eyed the expressions of her friends, she wondered if the tents would be reassigned. Kinkade and Keith were stationed evenly on either side of Lance, both enthralled in every word that left the Cuban’s mouth. You stood as close to James as physically possible, and from Nadia’s point of view, the brunet was just a second away from brushing your (h/c) locks behind your ear.

“I think your pairs are being ignored,” Pidge chuckled, standing beside Nadia.

“Maybe James will finally tell (y/n) how he feels,” Hunk mused with a soft chuckle.

Nadia shook her head doubtfully, slinging the strap of her duffle bag onto her shoulder. She padded away from her classmates, headed towards the smoothest ground in order to begin pitching her tent. Pidge and Hunk followed, though Pidge did majority of the work once Hunk opened the tent bag.

“Let’s go,” Lance suggested, nodding for Keith and Kinkade to follow. He grasped his backpack in one hand and his tent in the other, shuffling over to where Nadia and Pidge were pitching their tents. He tossed down the bags and followed suit, laying the fabric of the tent on the ground and pulling the stakes from the bag.

Time ceased to exist as you gazed into the eyes of the brunet you so desperately had a crush on. They seemed to sparkle every time he laughed, and the soothing tone of his voice made your knees wobble like they were made of Jell-O.

“Hey, Shirogane!” shouted Nadia’s impatient voice.

You cut yourself off mid-reply to something James had said to turn and glare at your friend. Everyone in the group knew you despised being called by your last name. You were your own person, thank you very much – not just the younger sister of Garrison High’s legendary athlete.

“Yes, Razavi?” you spat back.

She only grinned. “The tents are all set up, and I don’t know if you lovebirds noticed, but it’s getting dark.”

Pidge cackled somewhere behind her, and heat splattered across your cheeks. You turned your gaze to the sky to find that it was indeed a much deeper shade of blue than it had been when you’d arrived, and ribbons of pink and orange were beginning to swirl around as the sun settled down for the evening.

“I guess we should get to the camp, get dinner going,” James commented awkwardly, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

You nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”

You pointedly ignored Nadia as you retrieved a blanket from your duffle. Wrapping it around your shoulders, you returned to the fire pit, where James and Kinkade were laying logs and twigs and attempting to ignite them.

Kinkade’s lighter conveniently ran out of fluid, and before he could curse under his breath, Keith scoffed. Rolling his eyes, the raven-haired boy extended a gloved hand, offering his own lighter to the cause.

Kinkade accepted it sheepishly, lighting a crumpled up ball of newspaper in order to set the fire pit ablaze. You sat down on the ground, watching the growing embers, only half aware of a presence beside you. Turning your head, you found Hunk sitting there, with Pidge on his other side.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey, (y/n),” Hunk smiled.

“You in charge of food again?” you grinned. The large brunet had been dubbed the camp cook for the last couple of years.

He laughed, but before he could reply, Pidge cut in.

“You need to tell James how you feel.”

For the second time that day, you sputtered, and your face heated up in a way that was definitely not caused by the fire.

“Excuse me?” You nervously glanced around, ensuring that no one else had heard her.

“Tell James that you like him,” Pidge repeated in a no-nonsense tone, a sharpened stick in one hand while the other held a marshmallow preparing to be impaled.

“I don’t know what you-“

“Everyone can see it, Shirogane,” Nadia added, dropping down on the other side of Pidge. “Everyone but James. And we can all tell that he’s super into you.”

You chewed your lip, shyly gazing up at the brunet who was skewering hot dogs with sticks and passing them around. You exhaled a soft sigh, dropping your glance back down to your lap.

“Are you sure he’s interested?”

Your voice was so soft that your three accomplices almost didn’t hear it.

“Absolutely,” Nadia replied, at the same time that Hunk chirped, “Totally!” and Pidge grunted, “Duh.”

Before you could fathom how to confess, James dropped down beside you. He offered you a smile and a speared hot dog before holding his own over the open flame.

“Mind if I intrude?” he grinned.

“You’re not intruding,” you murmured, accepting the stick and holding it parallel to his. When you turned your head to try and distract yourself from how close the brunet was and how good he smelled, you found that your friends had abandoned you, finding new seats on the other side of the fire pit. There was a good three feet of space on your side as well as James’, leaving you rather secluded.

Nadia, Hunk, and Pidge sent you encouraging grins and obnoxious hand gestures, to which you responded with the deepest glare you could muster.

The night continued rather smoothly, everyone eating and sharing stories and discussing their plans for the upcoming year. A cold wind settled in, causing you to wrap your blanket tighter around your torso. The soft fabric did little to protect you from the chill, and you shivered visibly as you gazed into the slowly dying fire.

“Cold?” James questioned softly.

“I-I’m f-fine,” you stuttered, teeth beginning to chatter.

The brunet chuckled. “Sure you are, (y/n).”

He opened an arm, fist closed around the corner of his own blanket. He wrapped it around you, tugging you into his warm torso and soothing your shivers. You sighed in contentment, relaxing in his hold. A glance around the fire told you that everyone had already gone to bed – the tents were dark, and the spaces on the ground where your friends had previously been sitting were now empty.

“We’ve been abandoned,” you murmured softly, tilting your head to look up at James.

“So we have,” he smiled. “I was kinda hoping we would be.”

A soft smirk played on your lips. “And why would you hope for that?”

He ducked his head, leaning in until his nose brushed softly against yours. “Do you want me to tell you, or can I show you?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as his breath ghosted over your lips. “Show me,” you decided breathlessly.

He closed the gap, gingerly pressing his lips to yours. The arm around your shoulders tightened, and his other hand softly caressed your cheek. You melted into the kiss, heart pounding inhumanly fast in your chest – you briefly wondered if he could hear it. Every nerve in your body tingled, warmed by his presence and his touch.

He broke the kiss with a soft inhale, smiling softly at you. You gazed up at him, eyed half-lidded as you struggled to grasp that the moment was actually happening, not just another daydream.

“What does this make us?” he inquired softly, the hand on your cheek lifting to slide through your hair.

“We can figure that out tomorrow,” you grinned.

He chuckled, nudging your nose with his before kissing you again. You responded eagerly, lifting a hand to hold the side of his neck. He hummed against your lips, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. You soon lost track of time, much more interested in chasing James’ lips in the moonlight.

When you finally decided to head to bed, you reluctantly parted ways... Until James unzipped his tent to find it empty, and discovered that Kinkade had squeezed in with Lance and Keith, the two dark-haired teens in a constant battle over the Cuban. That left an empty space for you, and you giggled softly when James offered it.

Eternal teasing followed the morning after when you emerged from James’ tent instead of your own, but you ceased caring as the brunet wrapped his arms around your waist and everything settled down.

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