Bubble Tea {Klance, Adashi, Machel, Hidge/Punk!} [Voltron Fanfiction] (COMPLETE)

50!

Oof sorry for being MIA for a while.
I'm so pissed off at my professors.
I had three test yesterday, and a project due on Friday. I'm so stressed, and I needed to come back to my lovely babies (Voltron cures my depression) and to you guys. Once again, my apologies. Thanks for the support, hope you enjoy.

"Hunk, are you sure I'm doing this correctly?"
Keith asked with a perplexed expression, he glanced at the brownie box and back to his friend. "Yes! You're doing great, just keep mixing!" Hunk encouraged excitedly, being the enthusiast he is.

"All right, if you say so." Keith shrugged, not really having an opinion. "It's getting late, I wonder if we'll be able to finish these by tonight." Hunk muttered to himself, glancing at the microwave clock. "It's evident that we will, Hunk. We only have this batch." Keith assured. "I know, I know. But..." Hunk trailed away, opening the fridge.

"But?" Keith looked at the boy with a concerned cloud in his violet eyes.

"This is my first year hosting Thanksgiving. I only agreed to it because of you." Hunk sighed.
"Me? What did I have to do with you hosting?"
Keith asked with a voice crack.

"No, it's not in a bad way! It's just—Lance always hosted. He was always a good cook.
And it doesn't help that I have a literal illness.
It makes me wonder if people are only agreeing to come here for thanksgiving because of their pity of me." Hunk admitted with a deeply held frown. Keith's eyes grew slightly wider.

"No, no! You're a phenomenal cook, Hunk!
Even though Lance is good at making Spanish dishes and such, you're great all around. You're better than a majority of emo teenage kids.
And people love you Hunk, they don't take pity on you. They want to spend time with you, at least I do." Keith cleared his throat. He had just  improvised his truthful words.

"Look," Keith started, going to Hunk's side.
"I'm not good at the whole 'being a friend' thing. It's not my thing. But, I can tell you, you're one of my only friends. You, Lance, and Pidge are actually my only friends. All of you are amazing to be around and...you're all so unique." Keith rested his hand on Hunk's shoulder. "I don't want to ever hear you say that people dislike you, Hunk. People, including me, love you." Keith said softly.

Hunk blushed a deep red, mostly from embarrassment. "Aww, Keith! That's so nice! Thank you." Hunk cheered, wrapping his arms around Keith's small figure. The short boy squirmed ya first, but he eventually got used to the feeling.

The feeling of friendship.

((LMAO autocorrect corrected friendship to fried foods))

...

"VERONICA!" Camila yelled from the bottom of the staircase. Veronica jumped from her bed to the hallway in seconds. "Mamá! Are you okay?" She asked on her way down.

"No! You're locked up in that boyish room half of the time!" Camila, the McClain's Mother, complained. "Sorry, ma. And my room isn't boyish!" Veronica protested. "Yes it is." Her older brother, Marco, who'd come home for Thanksgiving, agreed with their mother.
"MARCO! You stupid boy, I thought you were dead! You don't call me or text me, I have reason to believe that you're deceased!" Veronica yelped at the unfamiliar sight of her much older brother who lived in Boston.

"Ah yes, hermana, I'm very sorry. But, you know I'm very busy with my diploma." He muttered into her shoulder as he gave her a hug. "How's Rachel and Lance, how's Luis?"
Marco asked, taking his seat.

"Luis hasn't come home from college yet. Lance and Rachel are doing okay, Rachel's got a boyfriend and a bun in the oven." Marco's face turned gloomy, his suspicious antics getting the best of him. "Hmm. Boyfriend, alright. I hope she brings him. Anyways, Lance. How's he? I know he was having some —problems." Marco coughed.

Veronica looked to the side.
"Rachel told you, huh? Yeah, he had a—um, breakdown when Hunk was sick. He's been better. I believe he even has a boyfriend, I've only heard rumors though." Veronica shrugged uncomfortably. Her brother looked down.

"I wish I was here to watch all of you grow up. I haven't seen you in what? 3 or 4 years?" Marco chuckled, it was short lived for what Veronica has said. "More like seven, but close enough." She blinked, staring at nothing in particular.

"What was that about Lance having a boyfriend?" Luis asked, his hands sassily placed on his hips. "LUIS! Luis. L-Luis," Veronica seemed as if she suddenly wanted to breakdown into a million pieces.

"Hermana Veronica! Spectacular to see ya' sweetie." Luis was more cocky than most McClains, as you can tell. "Hermano Luis, ah brother. You—" She paused, getting up to greet him. Unexpectedly, she pushed him away.
"You disappeared for three years with no contact to anybody. Without abuela, we would've thought you were dead!" Veronica shouted. She grabbed his coat back as he made an apologetic expression, and she hugged him.

"I missed you, hermano. Please, don't do that again." Veronica sighed, reluctantly approaching her seat again.

"I'm sorry, Veronica, Marco. I got caught up with Emily—"

"Who's Emily?" Rachel asked, smug smirk appearing on her face.

"Rachel, hermana, fantastic, you're here. I was starting to think you were hiding things from me!" Luis laughed, shimmering out of his seat to embrace his biggest sister.

It was Marco, Rachel, Veronica, Luis, and finally Lance.

"Never, Luis, never." She giggled in his ears.

Veronica was waiting on Lance's arrival. What the hell was taking him so long?

((Ice cream with Pidge haha))

"And Marco," Rachel swung her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. "Hello hermana." He smiled. "It's been a while." Marco laughed.
Rachel nodded as the back door was heard opening. "Lance." Veronica and Rachel glanced at each other, smiling brightly. Marco and Luis were excited to see their little brother all grown up. Lance crossed his arms and chuckled.

"Well hey, bitches."

"LANCE!" Abuela, Sofia, screamed.
"Sorry abuela! Por favor, don't kill me!"

She hummed violently as Lance squirmed away from the door. Luis stood before Lance, raising his eyebrow. Marco has his arm around Lance's shoulder. "So, Lance. Who's this Boyfriend?"
Luis smiled expectantly.

Lance's face turned red. "I—Uh. How'd you—nevermind. His name's Keith. He's great." A rosy tint remained on Lance's face as Luis squeezed his cheeks. "Just like old times, yeah?" Luis nudged his shoulder.

"You're still the only one that knows, bud." Luis whispered to his brother. Lance nodded uncomfortably, keeping his mouth shut.

Camila brought out some cookies, sharing them around. "Food'll be done in a bit." She beamed at all her children, tearing up before returning to her duty in the kitchen.

"Rachel's got a boyfriend, too you know." Lance said, trying to maintain the normal conversation. "Oof, exposed." Veronica muttered. Rachel hit the top of her head, which got the reoccurring response of 'Ow!' And smiled falsely at Lance.

"Yes, yes. And I'm pregnant, by the way." She said nonchalantly.

"Oh my God." Luis's jaw dropped wide open.

"LUIS! Did you not learn your commandments?" Camila scolded, peeking her head out the kitchen. Marco snorted, along with Lance and Rachel. Veronica nodded, knowing the feeling.

"Sorry, ma!" He yelped.

"Oh, well. Anyways, what's this boy's name?"
Luis asked.

Just as Rachel was about to answer, the doorbell rang.

i love writing about Lance's family
Get ready for some emotional stuff next chapter! That's all.

Kisses,
Rena <3