#ps i almost fainted in class today :D

[thenewestxmen]

Wade: peanut, I made you coffee

Logan, half asleep: thanks darling. *looks down at coffee* aw, you made a heart out of the foam.

Wade: … actually that’s my-

Logan, realizes: *starts chugging the coffee violently*

[ikigaiday]

Sucker for a Blue Sucker

Pairing : Klance Warnings: None tbh this is pure. Summary (I'm horrible at summaries I'm sorry): Keith finds himself bothered by a certain tan brunette in his English class. Lance is always asking him to give him one of the suckers he knows Keith carries around for himself. Getting fed up with his incessant asking Keith has a cross proposal for Lance. Ps: I feel like they are 100% out of character but this is my first time trying to write a character oneshot that I'm going to post ahahahha

"Heeeey, Keith." The raven haired teen almost groaned when his classmate slid into the seat next to him. "Do you have a sucker for me today?" "No." "Come on Keith. I know you have like, five in your bag at all times." "You asked if I had one for you, which I don't." Came Keith's blunt response. "Please." Now Lance was whining. Great. "No." "Please. "No." "Please." This continued on until the teacher finally walked into the class and begun the lesson. This was Keith's sweet release from Lance's pestering. It had started two weeks back when Keith made the mistake of eating one of the suckers in class (he had snuck Pidge one, too). When Lance asked him about it Keith mindlessly told him he always carried a few around on him at all times. That was definitely the biggest mistake. Now Lance wouldn't leave him alone. Luckily he only had English class with him (and gym, but Lance was too focused in gym to care about suckers) and the school was big enough that Keith could hide away from him. But from the moment Lance walked into English until the teacher came in Keith was being tortured by social interaction. Social interaction with the pretty annoying (and just flat out pretty) Lance McClain.

After class Keith darted off to his next class. Chemistry with Pidge. Pidge was probably his best friend. Besides Shiro, of course, but he had already graduated. Pidge also had English with him, but she sat across the room from him. She still could hear what was going on, though. "Why doesn't he just give up already?" Keith grumbled, sinking against the lab table. "Hey, watch out, you almost knocked the beakers over." Pidge adjusted the beakers before she patted Keith on the back. "Just make him a proposal." "I do NOT want to marry him." "Keith, that's not what I meant. Like an offer. You give him a sucker if he gives you something in return." "But what if he actually gives up what I'm asking for?" "Ask him for something he won't give you. Like a kiss." "Gross!" Keith's face flushed red in embarrassment. He wanted to say he was repulsed by the idea, but now that he was thinking about it.... nope. He's not doing this to himself. "I'll think of something else..." "What, his virginity?" "Pidge!"

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"Heeeey, Keith!" And here we go again. "Do you have a sucker for me today?" "No." "Come on, please?" Keith was already having a bad day. He was in a bad mood and he definitely didn't have the patience to deal with Lance. "Give me a kiss for one." It slipped out without much thought, but after he processed what he said Keith wanted to d i e. "A... what?! You want to kiss me?!" Lance spluttered out, his cheeks tinting a shade of red. "No!" Keith was sure his face was in about the same state. "I don't! And I'm sure you don't want to kiss me, either." "Well you've got one thing right." Keith was going to dig his own grave and jump into it after school. ———— Weeks passed and for some reason stuck with the, "kiss me for one". I mean, Lance obviously didn't want to kiss him, and telling him to kiss him for one almost immediately shut him up. Now it just came naturally. So Keith was happy. Well, as happy as Keith got. Today, though, he had a raging headache, so without a thought he popped one of his suckers into his mouth as he walked into his English class. Then here came Lance. "Really? You're going to taunt me?" Lance stopped in front of Keith's desk, placing his hands on top of it to lean into it. "Give me one." Keith lazily removed the sucker from his brow, his head foggy and still pounding. "You've gotta kiss me for one." He wasn't even looking up at Lance. Then again, he was trying to avoid looking up at the lights, he knew they'd only make his headache spike. So of course he didn't notice when Lance leaned in closer until he felt his breath on his cheek. "What are you—" he lifted his head, but as soon as he had Lance pressed a small kiss to Keith's lips. Both male's seemed to freeze in that moment, their eyes wide and faces red. They tore away from each other, refusing to make eye contact. "What the Hell?!" "I was going in for your cheek! You're the one that looked up!" "How was I supposed to know—?!" Keith covered his face with one hand. Lance didn't reply, he just took a deep breath and leaned over to Keith's bag, unzipping it and grabbing a blue sucker from inside. "Are you happy now..?" Keith grumbled, removing his hand. Lance smirked slightly around the sucker in his mouth, trying to play off the faint blush still on his cheeks. He winked and finger gunned before he sat down. ———— Pidge was wheezing she was laughing so hard, "Y—you should've seen your face oh my God—" "Shut your mouth Pidge." Keith burried his face in his arms, groaning in disdain, "I want to die..." "No, you want to kiss him again." "I said shut your mouth, Pidge."