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Valentines Day and Mothman

Why did it have to be Valentine's day?
And why did Lance half to work right next to the sassy, hot guy at Hot Topic? Sure, Lance worked at Sephora but he saw he all the fucking time with his emo-ass shirts and floppy black hair ( a mullet, thank you very much) that covered only slightly his violet (YES VIOLET) eyes. Lance detested the guy, because hate was a strong word. He very much did appreciate his beauty. He was fucking pretty.

Keith the fucking asshole, yes, was pretty as hell

It irritated him the fuck out.

"Mothman, Hunk. MOTHMAN. HE BELIEVES IN A FUCKING HUMAN PURPLE BIRD WITH LIKE....YELLOWISH EYES THING. WHO-WHY?!" Hunk shrugged, being an employee at Build-a-Bear workshop for the young ones and didn't understand Lance's pain about working right next to the weirdest mullet alive.  The man was literally the definition of a sweet king teddy bear you can just hug all day. "I don't know, Lance. Leave the guy alone."

"Unless you're gonna stop fussing about his mullet and ask him out on Valentine's day, then by all means, go ahead." Lance glared directly at Pidge, stabbing a finger in their face,"Advice was not appreciated. You're like...ten." Pidge scowled, dropping their Chinese mall food chopsticks. "I am 16, thank you. Besides, I can destroy your kneecaps, you asshole." Lance huffed and sat back down, sprawling his long tan arms on the table and taking up the space for food. "It's just so......irritating." Pidge picked up their chopsticks,"That you like him a lot and it's annoying because you're too scared to go up to him and ask him out directly? That instead, you play it off like you hate him and get riled up for no reason?" You could fry an egg on Lance's face,"WHA-NO! It's just his stupid pretty face that makes me irritated. No one should like mothman and be THAT hot. No one. Yet, he IS and I can't stand it!" Hunk shook his head,"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're telling me that you hate him because you like him and he likes mothman?" Lance tugged at his hair, not even worrying about messing it up anymore,"For the last time, I don't like HIM! I'm gonna go to his face and tell him that his mullet and obsession is stupid! Actually, I'm gonna tell him I need to take him to Barnes and Noble and show him some REAL books." 

Pidge smirked,"So..a date? You're gonna ask him out? Perfect. It's Valentines. About time."

Lance stormed off, face burning. He's just a rival, I mean-it's not like I like him and want to kiss him or anything. Well...maybe just to shut him up about Mothman but like that will ever happen. It's just a simple question. What? Question? I'm not asking him out! Just offering him to show him books to get his mind off stupid Mothman and focus on me. Whoa...where did that come from? Just-stop messing me up brain.

Just as he was about to enter Hot Topis, his heart stopped. Keith was sitting behind the counter, feet ON the counter and scrolling through his phone. A white tang top, a black leather jacket with a white hoodie and tattoos up his neck stopping at his jaw that was so fricking defined. He was wearing eyeliner. EYELINER. Was it from Sephora? Lance wondered.

Lance took a deep breath and walked up to the counter, slamming his hand on the table and peering down at Keith's phone. Lance resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Mothman. Oh fucking course. 

Don't look at your phone, look at me

"Mothman, again? Must you be so obsessed?" Keith looked up and his red super-kissable lips curled into a half-smirk-half-grin. "McClain. I believe you're last words to me was you were never stepping foot into this store again? Just because I showed you a true photo of the very real Mothman?Tell me, why are you here on this special day?" Lance huffed, looked away to hide his burning cheeks,"Because I figured you were up to trouble and I was right." Keith leaned forward, but didn't put away his phone. Lance resisted the urge to cast the phone away, climb over the counter and kiss the hell out of him. Lance held back a dreamy sigh when Keith's eyes were all on him and only him. His eyes were pretty. He was really pretty.

He never would admit it to his friends, but he knew it. He figured it out. Keith was nothing like anyone else Lance had liked. He kept him on his toes and was too damn perfect for his own good. He laughed whenever Lance said something purposefully stupid. God, and his eyes shimmered and his smile was just brighter than the-

Lance really really liked him.

"I suppose. Just watching another theory channel about Mothman. The daily." Lance screamed in his head. "Why don't you do something else? Something new? Someone?" Lance wanted to slap himself. That was so obvious. Keith just grinned even more and finally, finally put away that damn phone,"Oh? Want me to get a guy for myself? Maybe...there's a guy." Lance grinned slyly, mischievously as always, "Oh, so you do have someone in mind? You're not kidding?" Keith shrugged, smirk still present," I don't kid with you Lance. Not at all." Lance suddenly remembered all the times Keith flirtatiously teased him. Oh god, he was a goner.

"I bet he's incredibly obsessed and as weird as you." Keith watched him, purple eyes eyeing him up and down literally shamelessly checking him out. Lance felt the heat rush to his cheeks and his head and felt like a princess about to faint. He clicked his tongue,"Not really." Lance could've literally swooned.

"Maybe I should take you to Barnes and Noble, show you some good books that aren't Mothman." 

Keith quirked his eyebrow, still smirking," So, like a date? McClain, I think you're asking me out." Lance wanted to scream at him. YES, I'VE BEEN TRYING FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS, CAN'T YOU SEE?!I'm trying so FUCKING HARD.

Lance laughed nervously, knowing he was caught in Keith's web. Was that such a bad thing though? Why did he always back off right when he was there? 

"Pshhh, no. You're crazy-me ask YOU?! Sounds like you want me to ask you out, Kogane."

Nailed it.

Keith didn't seemed fazed,"Maybe I do." Lance's breath caught in his throat. Nonono, he can't do this. "As if. We either go as rivals or don't go. That simple, Keith." Keith shrugged,"Guess not." 

Lance's heart dropped to his boots-no the the core of the fucking Earth. His face heated, and he coughed slightly,"Alright fine. You're m-missing out though." Lance laughed slightly but it came out as a defeated sigh. He turned around, shutting his eyes tightly and clenching his fists. He was so stupid.

"I would've said yes to the date." Lance turned around, eyes wide in shock to see the most heavenly sight in the world. Keith was leaning on the counter, hand behind scratching his neck and cheeks a pink tint. He, the slightly flirty emo-ass hot head, Keith was blushing.

Lance swooned for real this time.

Lance walked again towards the counter,"Really?" His voice sounded way too excited, but it didn't matter anymore. His eyes crinkled at the edges because he was grinning too much. His hand excitedly gripped the wood. It didn't matter, Keith knew Lance liked him. He totally knew it. Keith shrugged,"If you ask me properly." Lance let out a half-laugh-half sigh,"Go to the fucking bookstore with me."

Keith quirked an eyebrow, smirk not present and cheeks now a bright red. "Well.." He smiled a little, amused,"Didn't expect it like that." Lance was getting cheerfully impatient play thing game,"Come on, yes or no?" Keith hummed and cocked his head at Lance with another flirtatious smirk that was for him, only him. "Ask me again-sorry ask me out then. You kinda just told me."

Lance groaned, entire body a burning flaming red,"Keith, please. You're killing me here." Keith laughed,"It's fun." Lance smiled shaking, too happy to think straight and his hand covered his face to hide it,"Can you...will you?Ugh, Keith just..." Lance looked up and peered at him through his fingers, letting out a tiny whimper,"Please?"

Keith's red lips curled into a smirk, cupping his cheek into his palm as his smile went lopsided,"I'd love to."

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