SOMETHING I'M ACTIALLY PROUD OF *GASP*

I really love Pidge y'all-

“Keith, you butthead!” Lance yelled, sliding down the stair banister. Keith didn’t even look up from what he was doing.

“What’d I do this time?” He asked disdainfully.

“You stole my tea! I wrote my name on the bottle this time!” Lance continued to yell, poking Keith in the chest.

“Oh, that?” he replied, more so surprised at Lance’s gesture than anything. “Sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve had to share space with people.”

Lance narrowed his eyes. “I wrote my name on it, too. Why’d you take it?” He leaned back and sat against the arm of the chair, glaring down at Keith who sat his book down.

Keith knitted his eyebrows together. “I said sorry. What more do you want? It’s just tea.”

“Well, in that case, why don’t you make me some?” Lance’s voice automatically switched from worked-up to practically taunting as he passed off a childish grin. 

Keith’s face burned with annoyance. Lance knew he hated it when he did that.

Lance smirked, leaning forward and poking Keith again. “So? Will you do it? If not, I guess I’ll just hold it against you-”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Keith burst out, his voice deep and guttural as he swat Lance’s hand away. He said it more so Lance would stop bothering him rather than satisfying Lance’s damn tea needs.

“Perfect,” Lance announced, sitting himself down happily where Keith once sat. Keith glared at him. “What?” Lance said defensively. “I want tea now. You brought this upon yourself. Now, chop chop!” He smiled to himself as Keith sulked into the kitchen without another word. 

Angrily, Keith pulled out a pot and filled it with water, setting it on the stove to boil when Hunk entered the kitchen.

“Ooh, are we making something? I can help-”

“There’s no need for that Hunk. See, Keith here has gotten himself the honor of making me tea,” Lance called out tauntingly, swinging his feet up to put them on the coffee table.

“He’s making tea for you?” Pidge asked, a small smirk dancing onto her lips.

Keith braced his arms against the counter. “Just so you guys know, this wasn’t something I volunteered for.”

He heard Lance laugh in the other room and then yell, “You signed up the minute you drank my tea, man.” 

Pidge laughed.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

“Mmh, whatever you say,” Pidge replied.

Several minutes later, Lance joined Keith in the kitchen. “So, how’s my tea going?”

“Shut up, Lance,” he responded with a glare. 

He pouted. “It was a genuine question. If it’s not good, I’ll have you make it again.”

Keith angrily reached for something in the kitchen drawer, but did it with such precision that it startled Lance when he slammed it shut. Keith narrowed his eyes, pointing a kitchen knife loosely at Lance. “I’m not gonna do that,” he stated.

Lance loosened up after he realized what happened and moved Keith’s hand down to the counter until he put the utensil down. “Are you kidding me?” he tittered. 

“No. I’m not gonna make it again.”

“I thought you were going to stab me,” Lance muttered quietly.

“Oh.” Keith glanced at the knife, then back at Lance. “Well, no. I wouldn’t do that to you. Sorry to disappoint.” Lance’s expression immediately brightened.

(In the background, Pidge is watching, fists clenched while quietly chanting, “kiss, kiss, kiss.”) 

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Haha, so there’s a little klance drabble hunk the hunk and I wrote during biology a few months ago when we had nothing else to do. We switched off parts, so she’s the bolded writing. 

Sorry if it’s awkward, we wrote this in class on notebook paper, and its barely edited. I promise other writings will be better. Just wanted some kind of sample of our writing.

I hope you enjoy it!

Feel free to send constructive criticism, but please no hate. I’m willing to take requests!

-admin keef 

fkfjfdghj I kinda forgot abt this lol. We passed it back and forth mindlessly so I promise there’s better stuff in store !! 

Barlee: *posts this*:

I did a thing

Ask and thou shalt receive

Here it is

Kidge Zootopia AU

I tried, and y'all asked for it