you all know what this is based on and I added smitten keith bc I can
Keith, despite popular belief, can cook.
And yes, mac and cheese is a real meal when it’s not from a damn box.
Keith hums to himself as he works, shredding the different types of cheese by his side and lets the pasta cook on the far corner of the stove. The radio plays behind his back, matching his humming flawlessly.
Now, he might just be humming the Radio News’ slogan, but that’s still humming.
The tacky slogan disappears after a few seconds, leaving in its place the greeting from one of the broadcasters from the channel. Keith listens aimlessly, catching a few of the words when he’s checking the pasta and getting the milk out from the fridge.
“ – the manager reassure us that the aquarium is safe and secure for both visitors and marine life, however, someone still managed to sneak their way into the squid tank,” the broadcaster – Benny, if Keith remembers correctly since Lance bursts into the song Benny and the Jets whenever he hears him on the radio – announces with a playful edge.
“ – no one got hurt in the least; neither did the guy or the squid ended up being harmed but let me tell you right now that someone’s pride did get wounded, hah -”
“Wow, people can be idiots,” Keith scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns the fire down slightly. “Not even my idiot is such an idiot.”
He pauses, considers his words and then shrugs.
Yeah, no, that’s definitely not his idiot.
Keith snorts as he hears the story on the radio while he works. He had just finished of dropping all of the ingredients into the cooking pot when he hears the front door open, the sound of familiar steps following the sound before they stop and the door is shut close.
“Lance?” he calls without looking away from the stove but smiling when he hears a grunt of acknowledgment. “You’re early; did you drop both Nadia and Sylvio back to your brother’s? I was making mac and cheese for them.”
More grunting and a grumble.
Odd. Keith frowns but doesn’t dwell on it; his husband is odd in general.
“Did you hear Benny’s news on your way home?” he asks as he stirs the food, grinning pleased at how delicious the melted cheese looks. “Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium, can you believe that?”
“Well,” Lance spats behind him, clear annoyance in his words and Keith can hear the pout in his husband’s lips at the tone. “Maybe the squid was being a dick.”
Keith pauses and slowly puts his paddle down before he turns around.
“Wait…”
Maybe his idiot was such an idiot.
Keith snorts loudly, slamming his hand over his mouth to contain himself but it’s no use to hide his laughter when his husband, the love of his quiznacking life, stands before him covered in black ink.
“Oh no,” Keith snickers, leaning forward and he bends and holds his stomach. “Oh, baby, no, your pride, pff -”
“Keith,” Lance whines in front of him and there’s the sound of the goddamn pout again.
Keith giggles in reply, covering half of his face with his hand as he shakes. God, he loves this man. He loves him.
And he tells him so.
Lance snorts as an answer, disbelief clear in his expression. “I wouldn’t know why, though. I mean, look at me.”
Keith does. He looks at him, he always does.
He does so right now, taking in the lean body shape of his husband, the way his dirty wet clothes cling to his frame. He looks at him and takes in the black ink smudged with his beautiful brown skin covering his neck and most of his face.
But most of all, Keith looks into his eyes, because while being surrounded by the blackness of the ink they shine brighter and he can’t get enough of them.
“I do, you idiot,” Keith mumbles quietly, stepping forward until he’s crowding his husband’s space. He hums when Lance doesn’t shy away; knowing full well he wouldn’t but still welcoming the warm feeling at the reassurance. “God, I do and I just fall deeper for you.”
Lance chokes on his own spit, or maybe it was ink. Keith can’t really know for sure.
“You are in a mushy mood,” Lance mumbles quietly and Keith sees the twitch in his lips that tattletales on him. He’s fighting off his goofy grin.
Keith can’t have that.
“Well,” he says slowly, lifting his hand up until it rest against his husband’s cheek and rubs against the ink. He finds a few hidden freckles under it. “It’s hard not to be when I’m happy and in love.”
Lance’s eyes widen a fraction before they slowly soften down with fondness and pleased confusion.
“Homemade Mac and Cheese puts me in a good mood,” Keith explains with a small shrug at his husband’s questioning stare. “You and your idiotic shenanigans put me in a good mood.”
Lance snorts but his grin is now in the open and Keith puffs out his chest proudly.
He did that.
“Well, I’m glad you’re having a blast,” Lance hums, playfully smacking a loud wet kiss against his husband’s forehead. He grins proudly when the shape of his lips stay painted against the pale skin. “Anything more to add?”
Keith smirks. “Yes; let’s get your revenge next weekend.”
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It’s cold.
Cold, as in if he lets it rip right now, snowflakes would probably come shooting out of his ass.
Lance was born in Cuba, okay. When nights got “cold” in Cuba, Lance just had to trade his shorts for jeans and tuck his shirt into it so the breeze wouldn’t be able to get to his tummy and give him a stomachache, but this? What the hell was this? Hell frozen over? Satan’s goddamn icy asshole on a cold winter night?
And of course, he couldn’t have gotten launched out of the wormhole with Pidge! Or Hunk! Or Allura or Shiro or even Coran! It just had to be–
“Would you quit it?” Keith hisses, smacking Lance on the shoulder as he tries to huddle closer for some goddamn warmth.
“You know what, Keith,” Lance spits as he wraps his arms tighter around himself to compensate for his rapidly decreasing body temperature. “What are you? What are you even?! Is this warm to you? Are you even human?!”
“It’s not even that cold, Lance!” Keith snaps.
“It’s not even that cold, Lance!” He mimics, raising his voice into an impossibly high pitch. It sounds nothing like Keith but he’ll throw himself outside into the snow before he’ll admit it. “My balls are about to sever themselves from the rest of my body because there’s no difference in temperature between my body and this goddamn ice planet right now!”
I know i have other things to draw, but i have so many big sweatshirts and i wear shorts and i live to project onto lance (also, click the pics for better quality cause I’ve given up trying with tumblr)
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