#my brother went on a trip and as a present he brought me a Keychain with my name on it and I liked it so much

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Ice Cream and Aliens - Storming Area 51 (3/3)

Band of Brothers

A/N: The final part. Enjoy I’m tired

Synopsis: After the successful raid on Area 51, the boys head out to eat ice cream and reflect on their adventure.

Part 1 Part 2

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After the guys stormed Area 51 successfully, the first place they headed to was to the nearest ice cream parlor. Dick wanted to go home, but then Ron said that he could just walk home while the others went to get ice cream, so he complied.

The escape from the highly classified area was very hectic, for most people. Buck’s group ended up leaving first because they got bored looking at all of the shiny scrap metal being displayed on the shelves, but the real reason was because Joe tried to fight the guards for Web. After thirty minutes of him complaining about missing Web and how they shouldn’t have sacrificed him like that, he made a run for it while Buck and Harry were busy taking things and shoving them into their pockets. Joe really didn’t make it that far—he started screaming at the first guard he saw and threaten to punch him as Buck tried to pry the man off the guard’s face. However, not too far behind them, Web was sitting on the floor, being useless while detained by the guards and when Joe saw that, he ran for him, and that was the end of it.

For the other group, their escape wasn’t the smoothest, but at least they left before the guards and security could arrest them. It was after Lewis’ sixteenth photo with the alien specimen that they decided to leave, pockets full of alien stickers and keychains for their friends back home. A lot of them were for George because they felt bad for not inviting him to the trip. They also tried to find an alien toothbrush for Perconte but to no avail. Unfortunately, the group left when Liebgott was dragging Web back to the exit by his hair with Buck and Harry following close behind, screaming Hi-ho silver bitches! Web, c’mon! We’re getting out of here! Bill and Joe followed in pursuit, wanting to leave as soon as possible while Lewis tried to get Ron out of here. The thing is—Ron locked the vault door, so he could have some meditation with the aliens surrounding him, to become one with the aliens.

The boys came sprinting back into the car, filing in like high schoolers trying to get into the lunch line thirty seconds after the bell rang. Lipton took a quick count of the boys, his hand on the wheel and foot on the gas before realizing that Ron hadn’t come back with them.

Fifteen seconds later, they all saw Ron run out of the facility with an alien. An alien. A full grown extraterrestrial that was running side-to-side with Ron as he was its mother.

He didn’t say anything about it when he got inside the car, demanding that Dick get in the backseat because he wanted to sit in the front. Lip floored it out of there, but not driving that fast because he still wanted to obey the speed limit there. He doesn’t want to get a parking ticket.

It was ten minutes on their journey back home that Lip asked Ron what he brought back, and he simply said Alien and that was the end of the conversation.

Now, the men were sitting at three conjoined tables at the nearest ice cream parlor for a small snack after their alien hunting adventure in the scorching Nevada heat. Lipton originally asked everyone to share two big sundaes, but then everyone decided on their own single scoop orders, so he paid for all of them because he didn’t want anyone to feel left out. The most expensive of those orders was Bill who decided it was a good idea to get a deluxe banana split sundae with extra whipped cream.

“I can’t believe you ate all of it,” Buck said to Bill, who was still scraping the bottom of the bowl with his spoon even though there was literally nothing else. “So I take that you guys had a helluva time there?”

“Pfft, I wish. We got aliens in jars, but Nixon wouldn’t stop talkin’ ‘bout his boyfriend,” Joe said, and they looked at Lewis, who was currently showing Dick every photo he took and going in depth about each one while the red-haired major mixed his mango sorbet with his spoon while nodding and mumbling Yes, Nix, that sounds wonderful over and over again.

“At least you got something interesting. All we got was random metal scraps and Lieb complaining about us leavin’ Web. I mean, we had to leave him! He wouldn’t have done anything!”

“I’m right here,” Web, who was sitting right next to Buck said.

“Yeah, and you should know that you would have been useless in that situation.”

“I’m not useless! I graduated from Harvard!”

“Boy, you literally thought we were going to the beach,” Buck said, focusing on his ice cream again before leaning over to Web’s ear. “And I graduated from UCLA, you smart ass bitch.”

Lieb patted his friend’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Web, don’t listen to him. He probably pours milk before the cereal.”

Web shrugged him off in annoyance. “How does that make me feel better? You make me feel like an idiot!”

“I know, but you’re my idiot. Also, you did think we were going to the beach, you dumb.”

Webster flail his arms in the air. “You were the one who told me that!”

Ever since they got Webster back, Liebgott has been all over him like never before. The last time this happened was when Web was gone for a couple of months to finish his education at Harvard, and when he came back, Joe would not let him go. Literally. He wouldn’t let Web leave the house without him, turn on the stove without adult supervision, or talk to strangers because stranger danger.

His attachment to the Harvard graduate was not as extreme as Ron’s attachment to his new alien.

“Do you like strawberry? Is that what you got?” he asked the alien, and it nodded. Yes, even the alien got a scoop of ice cream. The alien’s ice cream was actually on the house because when the cashier asked for it to pay, Ron simple flicked open his pocket knife on the counter as a threat. “That’s great. I think strawberry is a bit too sweet for my tastes, but I the rocky road is really good, too.”

It was really uncomfortable whenever Ron spoke to the alien, let alone the alien’s presence. When he said that he was going to get an alien and bring it home, everyone was scared. Even Dick feared for the worse. But Ron did get the alien like he said was going to, and it was the best thing that ever happened to him. He has won the game of life. He can retire peacefully knowing that he accomplished something no one can ever.

“Do I need to get the guest room ready when we get back home?” Lip asked.

Ron nodded, eyes still fixated on the alien eating the ice cream. “Yes, please. Also, can you bake cinnamon rolls when we get back?”

Lipton sighed. It wasn’t the alien that stressed him out, it was the cinnamon rolls. They’re just too damn hard to make. “Of course, Ron. Does your friend want any? Should I bake extra?”

“Are we just going to sit here and not acknowledge the fact that Speirs brought a freakin’ alien back?” Web yelled, gathering everyone's attention.

“Web, lower your voice,” Dick warned. He knew Ron too well to know what was going to happen. Guns blazing. Knives on the dining table. Police cars in the front. It was all too familiar, unfortunately. “We’re in a public place.”

However, Web would not shut his trap. He almost stood up, for Christ’s sake. “Wha—How in the world did I get sacrificed for this? You all saw Speirs push me into the guards just to distract them, didn’t you? He didn’t even go with you guys! He went his own way!”

“Well, Speirs is actually helpful, unlike you,” Harry said, mouth full of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“Oh, you like mint chocolate chip ice cream—what do you know?”

“Pipe the fuck down, nerd,” Bill popped in, almost ready to lash out and beat up the poor kid. “Ron did something none of us could have done, and you have the fuckin’ audacity to even open your pothole? Trick ass bitch—how dare you? He came and conquered, and you got detained and did nothing about it.”

“I am a child of the law.”

“Nerd!”

“Pfft. Whatever. Aliens aren’t real anyways. Ron probably got a mechanical alien.”

That was the breaking point. Ron had enough of hearing this nonsense coming from someone who wasn’t even present to see all of the wonders or Area 51, someone who was much more interested in sharks rather than the glorious creature that are aliens.

Everyone was silent for a brief moment. Dick was waiting for the guns to come out—thank God Chuck didn’t come, or else he’ll have the big guns. Lip was getting ready to restrain Ron, and Buck was unusually nervous which is impossible. He can’t be nervous, he’s Buck Compton!

Ron reached over and slapped Web’s cup of ice cream off the table and onto the floor, the ice cream spilling out of the cup and onto the floor.

“No cinnamon rolls for you,” he said and sat back down.

Web froze. He was dumbfounded, mouth open waiting for the flies to come. It was like his entire world fell apart with that ice cream cup, and all he could feel was Joe’s hand rubbing pentagons on his back, telling him It’s okay, you deserved it, but it’s okay. No one’s perfect.

Meanwhile, Lewis was still trying to explain every photo he took in the facility to Dick. Each photo took him five to twenty-seven minutes to explain because Lewis wanted to go in depth and tell Dick about the background, how he felt, what it’d feel like if he was physically there, and how annoying Bill and Joe were in that moment.

“See, here—” he leaned closer to show him the photo on the camera, “I took a photo with this jar of alien specimen. It looks the same as the last one, but it’s not! This one had more alien juice, and you could see Joe’s thumb in the corner because he clearly doesn’t know how to use a camera and—hello? Dick?” He snapped his fingers in front of his eyes. “Hey! You’re not paying attention! Pay attention to me!”

Dick was mesmerized by the presence of an alien in the same room as him. He was a nonbeliever, but after seeing it in the flesh eating ice cream, he’s not even sure if he can trust himself! I mean, Ron’s wiping the alien’s mouth of ice cream as they speak. This was the weirdest moment in his life, and he’s not sure if he likes it or not. He’s too scared to answer that.

“Dick!”

He snapped out of his trance when Lewis violently shook his shoulders. “Huh? Oh, sorry...just looking at the...alien.”

“Oh, so the alien is more interesting than me?”

“Well, if you put it that way...” he hesistantly nodded, “yeah. Yeah, Nix, it is.”

Lewis frowned, heartbroken and shocked because he never thought Dick would say that. He thought he was the most interesting thing in Dick’s life. “Oh...okay. But can I keep showing you the pictures I took?”

Dick sighed. “Nix, all fhe photos you showed me are the same—do you have any photos with the aliens themselves?”

“No.”

Dick almost choked on air, and he wishes he did. He stared at Nix like he was a crazed man, like he was a big fat liar that dragged him all the way to Nevada for an alien hunting party but came back with pictures of aliens but not the damn alien itself! “So you’re telling me that you kidnapped me and dragged me to the middle of Nevada for the aliens but didn’t actually meet or touch an actual alien?”

Lewis smiled sweetly.

“I am leaving,” Dick groaned before Lewis pounced on him, keeping him from escaping.

“No!” he exclaimed. “Don’t leave! If you wanted an alien for yourself, you could have just told me instead of acting mad.”

“No, that’s not what I meant—“

“Lip, start the car! We’re going back to Area 51 just for Dick!”

This time, Lewis made sure to take Dick with him to see the aliens.

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Single-Dad!Shiro AU: Keith always love the stuff Shiro gives to him, until one day Shiro gives him something & for the first time ever in his life, Keith doesn't like it. But he doesn't have the heart to tell Shiro that he dislikes it.

Hello! I’m so sorry that prompts are taking forever! Life had just gotten super busy for me. But I’ve missed this AU and there are a bunch of amazing prompts like this from you guys! I had fun with this one and it made me laugh super hard. Shiro tries his best. I hope you enjoy!

x.V.x

              Keith was lucky because his dad was always pretty awesome.

              Not only that, but Shiro usually knew what kinds of gifts Keith really wanted to surprise him with. Or gifts that Keith would surely like. Whether it was for Christmas or his birthday or whenever Shiro had done a good job in bringing something back for Keith to enjoy.

              Shiro was also good at picking out Keith’s clothes, even though their styles were rather different. Keith could always count on his dad to pick him out a shirt or something to wear and normally Keith would wear it until they ripped.

              However, even Shiro made mistakes. Not often but he still did, and those were hard for Keith to deal with.

              Keith forced his eye to not twitch at the article of clothing that his dad had presented him with. Shiro had gone overseas to personally deliver a service dog to an old veteran in need of a companion and service animal. Keith was nearly seventeen and Shiro had only been gone five days, but even then Keith’s grandparents checked in on him about ten times a day.

              Just like any trip that Shiro went on, he was sure to bring a souvenir back to Keith upon arriving home. Actually, he brought home several souvenirs just for Keith, and a few others for friends and family. For the most part, Keith had been ecstatic.

              Shiro had brought back a hood (one that was super soft and super big) from one of the main tourists’ attractions, in his favorite color. He’d also brought home a keychain with “Stardust” in the center of the keychain. Then there were many smaller treats that Keith enjoyed (without any hints of seafood in them).

              Finally, the last article of clothing that Shiro had brought back had been a hat. Normally, Keith liked hats – in fact, he often wore his hair up in a ponytail with a baseball cap when he was feeling particularly lazy. Shiro hadn’t brought home a baseball hat, nor a winter hat.

              Shiro had brought back a monstrosity.

              It was a hat that tied around the neck (that was the first part of it which Keith hated), and on top of the hat sat a big, hideous image of a cat. Or something closely resembling a hat with big eyes staring at Keith. As if staring into his soul. The cat was a bright yellow, with vertical black stripes across it and whiskers.

              Keith hated it.

              Though, Keith didn’t know what to do about it. His dad was presenting it to Keith with such a big smile as if this were the gift that he had been anticipating a lot. He looked so happy and earnest, that Keith found himself stuttering over his complaints.

              “Um, ah, wow dad.” The teen rubbed the back of his neck, before finally taking a hold of the hideous hat. Upon closer inspection, Keith noticed that the eyes were lopsided, and its nose was beginning to fall off. He almost couldn’t hide his disgust, but after looking up, Keith’s heart stuttered at his dad’s grin.              

              “I saw it in some old gift shop as I was leaving town,” Shiro explained happily. Keith’s grip on the hat tightened. You mean you could have left without it? “They handmake everything they sell, and once I saw it I immediately thought of you!”

              “Oh,” Keith’s voice squeaked. “Really?”

              Shiro nodded, still smiling. “Yep. You always loved lions and cats when you were a kid, remember? You had that red stuffed lions forever. I knew once I saw this that this was you!” He clasped his hands together, eyes shining, and Keith had to look away. He was too bright. Too innocent.

              “Wow dad, that’s…so thoughtful. You didn’t have to,” Keith smiled shakily. You shouldn’t have.

              “Ah, it’s no big deal. Anything for my son,” Shiro grinned and pulled Keith into a side hug. “With you leaving next year, I thought you’d like something of your childhood. I bet you’re going to look so good in it!” Shiro was looking at Keith as if he meant every word. His dad honestly believed that this hat would look amazing on Keith. Keith had no words.

              How do you tell someone as pure as dad, that you hate the gift? You might as well just stomp on his heart.

              “Thanks, dad, it’s really awesome!” Keith smiled as best as he could and hugged his dad back. Shiro chuckled warmly before pulling back.

              “Well, go on,” Shiro said eagerly. “Try it on!”

              Keith’s heart almost stopped. Try it on? Right now?

              “Um, okay,” Keith swallowed thickly. Slowly, he pulled the hat over his head, wincing when rough material rubbed against him. Apparently, only the outside was soft. However, once it was on, he turned to his dad who grinned even wider and nodded in approval.

              “Lookin’ good!” He gave Keith thumbs up. Keith glanced in the hall mirror and he nearly tore the hat off in that second.

              It looked awful.

x.V.x

              “The fuck in on your head?” Pidge asked as soon as Keith entered their house. Currently, they were hosting a barbeque for friend’s and family. Keith growled lowly before stomping over towards Pidge and his friends. This was exactly what he had been wanting to avoid.

              He didn’t want to go out in public with the monstrosity of a hat.

              Keith had been already to go in his black crop top, ripped skinny jeans and jacket. Just as they were leaving, Shiro asked Keith to wear his hat so he could show everyone. Keith almost said no, but he was a weak teen. Especially when it came to his dad’s puppy dog eyes.

              “Shut up, and don’t let dad hear you saying that.” Keith snarled, dropping himself dramatically onto the bench. He leaned against Hunk, who was gently patting comforting circles on his shoulder. Lance was nearly hanging off the table from laughing too hard.

              Eventually, Keith kicked him as hard as he could when everyone looked their way. Including his dad.

              “Don’t you dare say anything about how ugly this hat is,” Keith hissed quietly, while Lance rubbed his sore leg. At least he wasn’t laughing anymore. The others were doing their best not to stare at the hat on Keith’s face, without looking too confused either.

              “Um,”

              “Look, my dad is super thrilled about this hat,” Keith mumbled quickly, waving at his dad who smiled back. “He picked this hat out and it’s putting a fucking smile on his face every time I wear it so don’t you dare ruin this for him.” Keith threatened quietly.

              Hunk blinked before sharing a look with Pidge.

              “Your dad seriously thinks this looks good?” Hunk whispered, and Keith nodded.

              “Yes,” Keith almost slumped over on the table. Luckily, Hunk gave him one of his famous pats and side hugs while Pidge sympathetically patted his hand.

              “Wow, you can’t be serious?” Lance gawked. Keith sent him a dark glare that sent shivers down Lance’s spine and Hunk was quick to get between the two before anything escalated.

              “If you say anything to him about this hat, I’ll make sure he buys you the same hat and make you wear it. Every. Day.” Keith pointed a threatening finger at Lance, who had gone pale at Keith’s words. All color drained from his face and his jaw was slack.

              Keith wouldn’t do that.

              Would he?

x.V.x

              “You’re really dedicated to that hat kiddo.”

              “Uncle Kuro,”

              “Yes?”

              “Shut it. Dad bought you one too.”

              “…”

              “…”

              “You’re not serious about that right?”

              “Wanna bet?”

              “Fuck you.”

              “Enjoy your brother’s gift.”

x.V.x

              “That sure is a lovely…cap you’ve been wearing lately, Keith. I must admit that the colors on it go well with your new haircut.”

              “Allura?”

              “Oh, yes?”

              “Dad didn’t get you a hat. You’re fine.”

              “Oh thank god. Do you know how many nights I was staying up, thinking about a pink version of that hat?”

              “Too many.”

              “Too many, indeed. I had nightmares, Keith. Nightmares.”

              “And you think I don’t? The beady eyes of this cat stare at me from my door every night.”

              “Touché.”

x.V.x

              Shiro hadn’t wanted to say anything. He really didn’t. Keith was an adult and he would make his own decisions. With or without Shiro’s assistance. However, Shiro had noticed that he hadn’t seen hide or fur of the hat that he had brought Keith a few weeks back, for at least a week now.

              Shiro didn’t expect Keith to wear it every day. Of course not. Although, Keith had worn it every time Shiro asked, and sometimes he even wore it when Shiro didn’t realize it. Each time, Shiro had to control himself from taking a picture of his adorable teenage son.

              So, it was unexpected when Shiro hadn’t seen the hat once at all this week. In fact, he didn’t even recall the hat being in Keith’s room. Now, Shiro wasn’t one to jump to conclusions and he didn’t want to say anything to Keith. After all, Keith could have left it at one of his friend’s house or it could be in the wash.

              Still, after a week had passed, Shiro found that he couldn’t help but ask.

              “Hey Keith,” Shiro asked finally, during dinner. Keith looked up with cheeks full of food and expression soft. Shiro chuckled to himself and waited for Keith to finish his food. “Hey, whatever happened to that hat that I bought you? I haven’t seen it in a while.”

              Keith’s expression never changed while he looked up at his dad.

              “Hm?” He asked and Shiro frowned.

              “Your hat? I haven’t seen you wear it at all lately?”

              “Oh, I wear that hat all the time.” Keith smiled playfully. “I can’t wear it every single day, especially once I’m off to boot camp.” Keith joked, causing Shiro to nod. Keith did have a point there, but still, he enjoyed seeing how adorable Keith was in the hat.

              “I just haven’t seen it in your room at all lately.” Shiro shrugged, trying to continue with dinner. It wasn’t a big deal. Really.

              “Hm,” Keith frowned and rubbed his chin. By now he looked to be just as confused as Shiro was, and maybe something had happened to the hat. Maybe Keith really didn’t know where it was.

              However, as these thoughts ran through Shiro’s head, Red came trotting in the house after playing outside and running straight for her bed. She flopped down quickly, pulling something between her paws and began to chew on it. From a distance, Shiro thought that she had grabbed one of her stuffed toys to play with. She did that often when he and Keith were eating dinner to keep her occupied. However, the longer that he looked at the toy, the more that Shiro began to recognize what it was.

              In fact, it wasn’t a toy at all. It was Keith’s hat.

              “Red!” Shiro exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. Red eyed Shiro from the corner of her eye, freezing momentarily at her chewing. Keith had slowly gotten up, confused by his dad’s actions before following Shiro into the living room where Red was.

              Shiro was gently kneeling down beside Red, trying to pull the toy away. Red didn’t fight back or do anything and let Shiro take the mangled hat away.

              “Oh, Red, how did you get that?” Keith asked quietly. Shiro sighed heavily, noticing that all of the stitching was coming undone in the hat. It was missing both of its eyes and covered in dog slobber. There was no way that Keith could wear this again. For a split second, Shiro was disappointed.

              “Red, come on girl,” Shiro sighed once more while Keith gave him a gentle pat on the back. “You’re better than this. I know you are.” He waved the hat around, and Red eyed it hungrily.

              “I’m sorry, Keith. It seems she got your hat.” Shiro said, turning to his son who looked solemn at Shiro’s words. “It’s too destroyed to be saved at this point.”

              “Oh no,” Keith replied softly. “That’s a shame.”

              Shiro traced his thumb over the whiskers of the hat before glancing back at Red. Her eyes never left the hat once, but she made no move to grab it.  Slowly, Shiro smiled and rubbed behind Red’s ears. When he handed the hat over, Red was quick to snatch it out of his hand and resume chewing on it.

              “I’m sorry she got it, dad. I didn’t even realize she had taken it out of my room.” Keith apologized, earning a soft smile from Shiro. Shiro eventually stood up with the help of his son, observing Red for a few minutes longer.

              “It’s okay. At least you got to wear it some and someone is using it still.” He chuckled before he wrapped his arm around Keith’s shoulder. The two headed out of the room, ready to finish their dinner, chatting about their plans for tomorrow.

              Just before leaving the room, Keith turned around to see Red. By now she had stopped chewing on the hat to momentarily look at her owner.

              Then Keith winked.