#kat whatever ur going through i hope u push through i love u

[fictionalrat]

let it happen | chapter one

pairing: klance

a/n: i’m pretty shit at summaries

IT’S A COLLEGE AU BRO | lance’s working on a new creative writing project. that’s it, that’s all i’m gonna give y’all.

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“No.”

Lance drops his cue on the floor dramatically.

“LANCE!” Shiro warns from behind the bar, making Lance wince and throw him an apologetic smile over his shoulder.

“LOVE YOU, TAKASHI!” Lance yells back, then looks back at Keith and whines. “AWWWW COME ON, KEITH!!!!!” He throws his head back like a tantrum-throwing kid, his arms flailing.

“Nope.” Keith leans over the table, aims and takes the shot, his cue slides smoothly between his fingers. The ball falls into the pocket with a satisfying thunk. He points at Lance and smirks so fucking proud of himself Lance almost combusts, “SCORE, SUCKER.”

“Wow.” Lance bats his eyelashes, adding a sweet lilt to his voice, “Great shot there, Mullet. I didn’t know you were so awesome, I’m impressed.”

Keith scoffs. “That’s a…” He stares at Lance dead in the eyes, “no.”

Lance juts out his bottom lip, picking up his cue dejectedly and getting back to the game. He goes silent for a moment only to take his shot, the ball hits the side of the pocket and bounces back, taking away his hopes and dreams, so Lance curses. Keith snorts, then shrugs when Lance looks at him like he’d just shot a puppy.

“Seriously Keiiiiith,” He implores, “I need your help. Pretty, pretty please. I’ll do whatever you want. Pleeeeaaassseeeeeee.”

Keith hums thoughtfully, considering, with his chin propped on the tip of his cue, “Nope.” His lips pop around the last syllable.

“PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEEEEEEEAAAAASE.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Lance brightens. “Really?” He asks, his heart swelling with hope.

Keith snorts, “Course not, dumbass. Quit being a baby and get back to the game. Jesus!”

Lance huffs indignantly but yields. For now.

Day 1

“Yo, Keith!” He calls out when he spots that ugly mullet hunched over a stack of books. Keith’s head shots up so fast his glasses go askew when he hears his name and Lance smiles to himself. Keith’s frown turns into an ugly glare when he realizes it’s Lance who’s approaching him.

“Keep quiet, you fiend,” Keith reprimands him, adjusting his glasses as Lance dumps himself on the chair next to Keith’s. Lance waves him off, so Keith turns his attention back to his books.

“So Keith,” Lance taps his fingers on the table.

Keith hums in lieu of an answer, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he scribbles down on his notepad. Lance thinks that’s kind of adorable.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna help me? Like, super sure? 100%?”

Keith sighs and glowers up at him, his brows furrowed in annoyance, “Are you really gonna do this right now? Can’t you wait a minute? I’m trying to study.”

“I don’t mind waiting, go ahead,” Lance shrugs, grinning. Keith squints at him for a second before pushing his glasses up and going back to his notes. Lance picks up one of the open books on the table and flips through its pages absentmindedly.

“Keith,” Lance calls when he gets too bored, closing the book and throwing it back on the table. Keith ignores him, though. So he tries again, louder. “Keith!”

Keith clenches his jaw.

“Keith,” Lance singsongs. “Keith, Keith, Keith, Keith. Keiiiiithhhhh!”

Keith rolls his eyes, still not looking at him.

“Awwwwwww Keith,” Lance cries, pouting, “Why are you like this? I’m hurt.”

Lance freezes when a new, polite yet annoyed voice pipes in behind him. “Sir,” He looks over his shoulder so he can see the librarian frowning at him, her arms crossed, “would you mind keeping your voice down or should I call security?”

Lance looks back at Keith for help, his eyes pleading. Keith isn’t looking at him, though, but at the woman instead.

Keith’s mouth twitches. “Oh please do,” he insists, dropping his pen down on his notepad so he can mimic her stance, “I’m trying to study here but this guy here’s getting in the way, so I’d truly appreciate if you did kick him out.”

Lance gapes at him, the asshole! He clamps his mouth shut, then turns to the librarian. He grimaces apologetically at her. “I’m sorry, ma'am.” He says, “There’s no need for that, I’ll shut up.”

She squints at him, skeptical, but nods and leaves anyway.

Lance thunks his forehead on the table and groans. “I hate you,” Lance hisses under his breath. He hears Keith chuckle, then groans again.

Asshole.

Day 2

Lance trudges into the bathroom with his laptop in one hand and aggressively pulls the shower curtain open with the other. “Keith, I really need your help with this.” He waves his laptop at Keith.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” Keith yelps, covering his crotch with the shampoo bottle. Lance can’t focus on Keith’s dick when his mullet’s all foamy and ridiculous like that. He can’t help but snort. “I already told you no, you fucking pervert.” Keith snarls, “Get out.”

Lance doesn’t dwell on Keith’s mullet too much, he’s a man on a mission, after all. He pouts, “I’m serious, Keith! This is important.”

“I don’t care, get the fuck out.”

“But Keith,” he whines.

“No,” Keith throws the bottle he’s holding at Lance’s head. Lance yelps and almost drops his laptop trying to dodge it.

Lance gapes at him, hugging his laptop to his chest, “CAREFUL, KEITH!”

“Out!” Keith growls, throwing the conditioner bottle at him this time.

“Ugh, fine!” Lance grumbles, defeated and stomps out of the bathroom.

                Day 3

“Okay, I have an idea.”

“Shoot,” Keith says as he straps on his gloves.

Lance cracks his neck, “If I win this match, you’ll help me with my story.”

Keith scoffs as he jumps on his spot, rolling his shoulders.

Lance levels him with a look and adopts a fighting stance, “I’m serious.”

Keith lifts one eyebrow, challenging, “Come at me, then.” He beckons Lance forward with his hands.

Lance lunges at him, pulling him into a headlock. Keith hooks his arms around Lance’s thigh, hoists him up by the crotch and throws him down on the mat. Lance grunts and scrambles back on his feet.

He’s back on the floor in a matter of seconds, his torso pressed to the mat by Keith’s forearms as he straddles Lance’s ass, “Do you yield?”

Lance taps the mat twice and Keith rolls off him, cackling triumphantly.

Day 4

Lance (10:20 p.m.)

hey keith

Lance (10:22 p.m.)

keith

Lance (10:23 p.m.)

KEITH

Lance (10:26 p.m.)

key lime pie

keithypoo

keef

keithy kat

Keith (10:34 p.m.)

the fuck do u want

also why are u texting me???

ure literally a door away u idiot

Lance (10:35 p.m.)

im feeling too lazy

Keith (10:40 p.m.)

okay

what do u want???

Lance (10:42 p.m.)

i need ur help with something

Lance (10:48 p.m.)

KEITH ANSWER ME

Keith (10:50 p.m.)

oH HELL NO

not this again

[eyeroll emoji]

ask one of ur classmates

Lance (10:52 p.m.)

but keeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiith

they dont know me like u do

also they dont have ur mad editing skills

plus theyre not my friends

Keith (10:54 p.m.)

im not ur friend either

i just need u to split the rent

Lance (10:55 p.m.)

THATS A LIE AND U KNOW IT

Lance (10:56 p.m.)

right?

Lance (11:00 p.m.)

RIGHT?????????

DONT IGNORE ME KEITH

Keith (11:01 p.m.)

:)

Lance (11:01 p.m.)

OMG

I FUCKING HATE U

U ASSHOLE

Keith (11:05 p.m.)

good night lance :)

Lance (11:06 p.m.)

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GO PISS UP A FLAGPOLE

Keith (11:07 p.m.)

;*

Day 5

Knuckles rap on his door.

“Can I come in?” Lance asks.

“Yeah, Lance,” Keith says, taking off his glasses and sitting up on his bed. He rubs his eyes, yawning.

Lance enters Keith’s bedroom with a pout and his laptop clutched to his chest.

Keith rolls his eyes and sighs, slumping back on his bed. “Okay, fine!” He relents, rubbing his temples, “I’ll do it, I’ll edit your fucking porn.”

Lance splutters indignantly, “I TOLD YOU ALREADY KEITH, IT’S EROTICA!!!”

Keith snorts, “Yeah, whatever.”

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