Summary: Robert Sugden is a small time reporter aching for a proper job in the world of crime reporting. He thinks he’s found it when a young man named Aaron Dingle is wrongfully jailed for something he didn’t do. What he finds however is so much more.
So imagine that everytime the paladins came back from a mission and probably (?) slept, Lance would sneak around grabbing everyone’s equipment and weapon and clean as well repair any damages, as he realized despite Altean Weapons being high quality, they are also high maintenance every now and again. He had learned how to repair it with Conan’s weird old timey memory of how the old paladins were always so reckless with the mechanics of their stuff. Not as reckless as the current paladins tho.
Also Lance being Lance always leaves him last to repair and sometimes doesn’t even do his stuff so long as he can put all his fellow paladins stuff to it’s place. Sometimes it would be difficult, especially with Shiro and Keith but still managed to find a way.
And sometimes it takes Lance all night so that he only manages to wash his face and moisturize it. Which leaves him feeling gross but he can’t help but worry that if their stuff isn’t repaired it will fail them one mission and they could get really hurt. Or worse.
This being like how the blue paladin would act at home. Lance would also do with his siblings. Packing their lunches and putting some of his saved money in their wallets to make sure they had just in case of emergency. And getting their bags ready, making sure they did all their homework and always doing the dishes right before going to bed so to make sure his mom doesn’t wake to a mess.
And making sure no one knew it was him doing it all. They’d probably all think he was joking or messed up their equipment.
Same with his family, his siblings all thinking it was their mom who gave them money and making lunchs and packing their stuff and his mom would always think it was his eldest siblings doing the chores.
goddamnit now i'm thinking about bb derek playing party games 😑 (hs au, obvs) super awkward jock derek sitting in a circle with jydia and all their jock friends (and stiles too they guess whatever but just because he brought alcohol) playing truth or dare or sth and derek's like. sweating through his t-shirt bc stiles gets handsy when drunk and rn he's leaning over to fondle derek's biceps and shoulders and going 'huh. no wonder finstock's been trying to recruit you for lacrosse.'
someone probably dared derek to strip his shirt off and flex his muscles, which, fine, whatever, would probably be no big deal on a normal day because he changes in front of most of these people for basketball anyway and they just wanna make him look kinda stupid. but no. today stiles is here, and lydia knows about derek’s huge crush on him–not that he would ever, ever tell her about it, but lydia is terrifying and omnipotent–and she is 101% doing this to him on purpose. but he’s a little drunk already and feeling looser than usual, so he does it. his friends mockingly wolf-whistle, but a few of their girlfriends and one or two of the guys give him lingering looks, and he feels more awkward than ever. especially because one of those guys is stiles, which is weird and stressful and agh, because why is he staring so intently? sure, he’s a little drunk, but he’s looking at derek like he’s in a staring contest with his pecs. and yeah, derek knows he’s conventionally attractive, his sisters love to tease him about how cuuuute everyone at school thinks he is, but really he’s just wildly awkward and nerdy and would seriously like his shirt back on, particularly so the cutest guy in school will stop looking at him like that. he has no idea why it makes him feel so inadequate when stiles has given no indication it’s negative attention, but it does. he grabs his shirt back and is about to pull it on when stiles grabs him by the bicep, running his hand along it and blinking slowly because he’s more than a little tipsy, and says, “huh, no wonder finstock’s been trying to recruit you for lacrosse.” derek hopes people will attribute the sudden redness in his cheeks to the alcohol rather than being totally and completely flustered, but based on the team’s snickers, he doubts it. the next day, when stiles is sober and derek is on his way to the gym for practice, someone grabs him lightly by the arm again. “so it wasn’t just my drunk mind running wild,” stiles says, winking. “you really should try out for lacrosse sometime. maybe you and i can get in some workouts together. and not necessarily in the gym.” derek is at a loss for words when mccall suddenly turns the corner, and stiles runs to catch him. over his shoulder, he grins and yells, “text me!” and derek is ready to melt into a puddle on the floor. but… after he texts stiles.