(Requested)

      It was a chilly night in the quiet neighborhood, a lonesome girl walked among the empty streets shivering ever so slightly while she pulled her scarf up closer to her face to keep her nose from getting as pink as her cheeks. She cursed silently to herself as another gust of wind tossed a small amount of snowflakes at her.

          The sidewalks and cars that were parked at the curbs were blanketed in untouched snow. Her sneakers would make a soft crunch every step she took.

       She walked until she reached a dead end of the road, a flickering lamp post stood in sorrow by itself. A figure stood beside it, she smiled softly when they looked up at her.

      "Hey Keith, did I take long?" She asked and he shook his head.

      "No, you got here just in time. Ready?"

      He smiled warmly at her and held his arm out.

       "M'lady."

   He joked and she let out a short giggle before linking her arm with his.

    
     They began to walk together down the empty streets. Their destination, Lance's house.

      _________ had known Keith for a year now and she had grown to like him alot. She still wasn't sure how she really felt about him but, she knew that everytime she saw him, she couldn't help but feel the heat rise up to her cheeks and her heart pick up a pace. There was just something about him that ________ liked, perhaps it was his 'Tough and Cold' exterior but 'Pure and Soft' interior. Throughout the year of knowing him, ________ found out he had abandonment issues with his parents. He ended up running away at age thirteen and living in a foster home until he was seventeen. When he turned eighteen, he bought his own apartment and got himself a stable job until he was able to buy a house and promote into a more serious and well paying business.

         Frankly she was surprised about his whole past, and his personality. He was quirky in his own way, Keith was really hotheaded and competitive but very caring, which was something she always admired him for.

        They made it to Lance's house and Christmas music was buzzing from inside, the luminescent lights shining from the windows. He had promised to keep the Christmas party small since the last time he threw a party, let's just say some drunkards almost caused a wildfire by grabbing a can of hairspray and a lighter to 'experiment'.

         Keith knocked on the door and ________'s grip tightened on him as another breeze sent another flurry of snowflakes in their direction. They heard some shuffling from inside before the door swung open and the Cuban boy stood there with a welcoming smile that soon turned into a shit eating grin once he saw their linked arms.

       "Wow Keith, I didn't know you and _________ were dating." He teased.

      "Shove it, Lance." Keith sneered and they quickly pulled away, warmth leaving their bodies.

       Lance welcomed us inside and they saw Pidge and Hunk helping themselves at the snack table. Shiro and Allura were sitting on the couch and casually conversing while Matt and Coran were betting on who would win in a Just Dance dance off.

       Keith noticed a small plant hanging by the hallway, a mistletoe.

      He looked over at ________ who was occupied with Lance's blabbering. Then an idea hit him.

    He needed to get _________ under that mistletoe.

      He smiled coyly to himself as he began to come up with ideas of how he would get her under with him. So he set his goal for tonight, and that was to get a kiss from his long time crush, __________. Operation Mistletoe is now Commencing.

      He was snapped out of his trance when he saw her approach him with a mug in each hand, each filled with hot chocolate with marshmallows floating inside. She had a dorky smile plastered on her face as she held one out for him to take, her cheeks and nose were a rosy hue from being out in the cold, he hoped she wouldn't get sick.

        "I know how much you like peppermint hot chocolate, so I made you some to warm you up." She spoke softly, Keith took the mug from her and returned the smile, he felt his face get hotter than the beverage in the cup.

       
       She began to talk about a new book series he got her into and Keith began to casually back up, small steps every few minutes until he was at least one foot away from the plant, _________ being unaware of his intentions. He played it off by nodding his head and answering her questions, occasionally taking sips from his drink.

     He only needed one more step until-

        "__________! Long time no see!" Allura wrapped her arms around _________ and she let out a giggle. Keith huffed out in frustration and crossed his arms, he was so close yet so far.

      He walked over to the couch and sat beside Shiro, setting the cup on the coffee table. Shiro must've noticed the energy radiating off of Keith so he sat up and spoke up.

       "Hey Keith, what's the matter? Are you not enjoying the party?"

      The mulleted boy looked at him and pulled off his beanie, sighing and setting it beside him as he leaned back into the couch.

        "The party is great... I'm just... tired." He lied and Shiro quirked a brow, not seeing a trace of sleepiness in him.

         "I know you're trying to get her under the mistletoe..." He replied bluntly and took a sip of his punch and Keith nearly choked.

        "Wha-?! H-How?!" Keith panicked slightly and Shiro set his cup down, smirking at the boy.

       "It's painfully obvious that you like her, Keith. And to be honest she'd be perfect for you. Besides, don't force it, you have to let it come naturally-." A crash resounded in the kitchen followed by a slur of colorful words, making Shiro stand up and go check out the ruckus. He stopped for a moment and glanced over at Keith, "Don't force it, remember that." He gave a reassuring smile before walking to the kitchen.

        Keith sighed and moved his dark hair out of his face.

     'What does he mean by don't force it? Do I just ask her? How would I even do that? "Oh hey _________, wanna have a steamy make out session under that mistletoe?"'

     He merely smiled at his internal, crude humor. Though the thought of kissing her was very pleasing. He only imagined how soft her lips were, how good of a kisser she was or-.

      "Hey Keithy-man." Speak of the devil, more like an angel, _________ sat down next to him, wearing angel ugly Christmas sweater that consisted of one too many embroidered reindeers and snowflakes.

       "Uh, hey {Nickname}..." He replied, he felt embarrassment bubble within him from his previous thoughts, his heartbeat became erratic.

       "Allura had to help Lance because he burned himself when he was taking the cookies out of the oven." She crossed her legs and grabbed a pillow, setting it on her lap. Keith's gaze went from her eyes to her lips as she passionately started to talk about how grateful she is for him walking her to the party.

       From across the room, Hunk, Pidge, and Matt watched them whilst discussing.

        "Wow, Keith is so head-over-heels for _________. Maybe we should just get them a room already." Pidge grinned and took a bite out of a brownie.

         "Or we could just help them out." Matt's eyes glinted in mischief, Hunk looked at the Holt siblings questioningly.

         "How are you going to help them out? I think they should be fine, besides they'll find out sooner or later." Hunk glanced over at the two lovebirds, Keith was now a blushing mess as __________ let out a fit of giggles.

         "It'll fall into place, I agree. But they just need a little...push~." Pidge and Matt looked at eachother, Hunk swore he could hear thunder rumbling and lightning cackling outside, perhaps it was his imagination.

         The three whispered amongst eachother and stole glances at them, conducting a perfect plan that involved a mistletoe toe.

 
        "Keith are you even listening?" _________ asked and and Keith blinked, escaping his small trance.

         "U-uhm, yeah... of course I was..." He rubbed the back of his neck bashful whilst averting his gaze. _________ let her hand lay on top of his and he glanced at her with a confused expression. She looked up at him with tinted cheeks and big sincere eyes, she opened her mouth. Michael Bublé's It's Beginning to Look alot Like Christmas began to play on the radio, it was slow and soft, Keith felt his heart flutter in hope as he anxiously waited for her next words.

      "Keith... I-"

    She was quickly interuppted by Lance. Keith internally groaned.

       "Miss. _________, may I take this dance?" He held out a hand that was wrapped in a bandage from burning himself earlier. She looked over at Keith and then back at Lance before sighing and taking his hand gently, careful not to hurt him. She mouthed a 'sorry' as Lance wrapped his arms around her waist and she draped hers on his shoulders.
     
       They swayed slowly to the melody and soon everyone joined in besides Keith himself. He felt a bit of jealousy as the Cuban boy would whisper into her ear and she'd laugh, he wanted to be the one to dance with her and make her laugh, not Lance!

      He crossed his arms and tried to drown out the music with his own thoughts, he wanted to simply just disappear. He couldn't talk to her, let alone confess his love to her. He knew he was in deep when they hung out almost everyday, he learned more about her and they had the same connections. Yet here he was, letting her slip away. She'd probably end up dating Lance instead of Keith because Lance was alot more confident and outgoing than the social outcast like him.

      A shudder of a breath left his lips as he felt his heart break, in an agonizing pace.

      "Hey Keith, wanna dance? Lance decided to dance with Allura and _________ is with Hunk."

        Keith looked up and saw Pidge standing there in her ugly Christmas sweater, he shrugged and decided 'Why not'.

         "Sure."

   He held her awkwardly, so did she. Keith never really danced before, let alone with someone else, so he was a little out of practice, maybe even a lot.

       "You seem alot more emo lately, c'mon and brighten up its Christmas and you're with _________." Pidge pinched his arm as they swayed quite stiffly, Keith winced.

        "What do you mean by that?" He asked and Pidge smiled softly in ________'s direction. Her and Hunk were doing some type of tango, tripping over their own feet and spinning eachother around for the shits and giggles.

       "I promised __________ not to tell you but this is calling for desperate measures. So you better not tell her I told you or she'll kill me, and I have a whole life ahead of me that I would very much love to live." Pidge glanced back to Keith and he rolled his eyes.

      "Just get to the point." He deadpanned.

      "_________ likes you, maybe even loves you. And I can tell you like her too. She's liked you since last summer, and it bothers me so much about how much she talks about you. Wishing to date you." Pidge finished and pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her slightly freckled nose. Keith blushed and looked over at _________ who had spun into Matt's arms, both were laughing.

        "She talks about me?" He asked, hope restoring in his heart.

         "All. The. Time." Pidge shook her head, recalling all the things she'd said about him.

        They pulled away and Keith smiled softly at Pidge before thanking her, she winked and wished him luck, followed by a "Go get her, tiger!"

        He turned around and almost fell back when someone was shoved into him. He glanced down at who he ran into and he saw a mess of {Hair Texture} {H/C}, a flushed red face, and wide {E/C} orbs staring right back at him. __________ began to stutter and try get back to her feet before he helped her back up and held her a little more comfortably than he had with Pidge. Her hands snaked up and around his neck. The music was drowned out and all they could focus was on eachother. They subconsciously began to sway to the rythm, their bodies flushed against eachother.

      Keith was surprised about how light he was on his feet, most likely because __________ was leading the dance but that didn't matter, what mattered is that he was with her in this moment, she was in his arms. He stared lovingly into her eyes that seemed brighter than the Christmas lights that were wrapped around the tree, he smiled softly until she she stopped her swift movements before looking up, Keith raised a brow before following her gaze.

      The music was no longer drowned out, the world seemed to spin again as the realization hit him.

     They were standing under a mistletoe.

     Keith looked down at her once more and she was a blushing mess and averting her gaze, she obviously wasn't going to take the lead.

      The boy smiled softly and brought his hand to her face, making her turn to look up at him. He began to lean down, his eyes fluttering closed.

   It all felt so natural...

    She finally followed and leaned in to meet his lips with hers. They're lips finally met in a short, sweet kiss. Their faces exploding in different shades of red.

     They pulled away and __________ giggled, Keith let his thumb run over her cheekbone as he stared down at her with love filled eyes.

     Wolf whistles and cat calls were thrown at the couple as they pulled away quickly, now blushing in embarrassment.

      "Finally! I've been waiting so long for that to happen!" Matt exasperated and fist bumped Pidge in victory.

      "Me too, it was painfully obvious that you two liked eachother." Coran spoke up whilst taking a bite of a cookie.

      "I'm happy for the both of you." Allura smiled adoringly at them.

     "Go get a room..." Lance muttered and crossed his arms, earning a scolding from Shiro.

   Keith and _________ glanced at eachother before they grasped eachother's hands.

Operation Mistletoe: Success