polaroid of you dancing in my room
Keith and Lotor, third year enemies, fourth year friends, university students so fucking in love that they can hardly function. Eventually, Keith realises he fucking wants this man in his life for the rest of forever, however long that may be, and he is going to fucking do it.
a keitor story with a name and chapter titles revolving around a clairo song
i decided to post this fic from my wattpad, and ill probably post a chapter a day, or every few days but heres chapter one
Chapter One: polaroid [Part One]
A shrill sound drills itself into Keith's brain at four o'clock in the morning.
Ugh, he groaned internally. Why is it going off so early?
His alarm wasn't supposed to go off until six. Keith's first class didn't start until eight AM, but he had to shower, eat breakfast, get coffee, and walk all the way across campus to get there. He also usually liked to stop by his boyfriend's dorm before going to class.
Keith sat up and grabbed at his phone, trying to slam the Stop button.
Looking at the home screen, he saw the shining gold and purple eyes of his boyfriend. He smiled. He loved Lotor, he was sweet and loving, despite how he acted when they first met. He glanced over at the sleeping figure beside him on the bed, platinum lavender hair splayed around his face. Lotor was beautiful.
Keith set his phone on the night stand, dragging himself out of bed. If he was going to be up this early, he may as well get ready and start on a project for work. He stalked rather slowly to the bathroom, his roommate wasn't at the flat again. Keith and Lotor had been texting the night before, and seeing as his roommate hadn't been home by one in the morning, they took the opportunity of a cold night and an empty flat and Lotor stayed the night.
His roommate was pretty chill, his name was Hunk and he was really kind. He liked to cook and he was usually making breakfast by the time five thirty rolled around, sometimes he woke Keith up if he dropped a pan or a plate or something. Or sometimes just the smell. Oh, god, the smell. It was so good when he made pancakes. Whenever he made pancakes or waffles there'd be four different kinds, usually used for leftovers when they didn't want to make dinner. Keith's personal preferences were the blueberry pancakes and the chocolate chip ones. Hunk was also nice enough to use almond milk when he cooks since Keith is lactose intolerant.
Though, Hunk had been hanging over at his girlfriend's brother's dorm. Keith didn't like other people in their dorm while he was there and Hunk preferred to get out of the same environment so it worked out well.
Keith stepped under the water, eyelids drooping almost closed. The hot water felt good on his aching limbs. The work he does isn't exactly labouring, but he gets sore walking all across campus throughout the day and not sleeping until late.
He washed his hair and body and stood in the shower until the water got cold, he had extra time and Hunk wasn't there. Why shouldn't he indulge himself?
Keith slipped out of the shower and dried off. He put on a pair of underwear and short-shorts, then threw on a loose t-shirt of Lotor's. He went into the room and sat on his bed, by Lotor, pulling on a pair of socks and some slipper-boots. Keith leaned over and planted a kiss on Lotor's forehead, and lumbered out into the living room.
He powered on the TV and put on a show. He danced to the music on the show a little, sashaying into the kitchen to cook some breakfast for he and Lotor.
Keith got out a heavy iron skillet and set it on the stove, heating it. Then he got out a large bowl and whisked eggs, almond milk, butter, flour, sugar and a little salt together. He poured a small amount into the pan, tilted it until the bottom was covered and set a timer for one minute and thirty seconds while he went into the fridge and pulled strawberries, mangos, and bananas out of the freezer, grabbing a can of whipped cream with them. He set them on the counter and pulled some Nutella out of the pantry and set it on the counter, too.
He moved the blender out of the corner of the countertop and plugged it in. The timer went off and Keith grabbed a spatula and two plates out of the cabinet and set the plates on the island. He peeled the crepe off of the skillet and set it on one of the plates, spreading the hazelnut spread onto it, putting a few slices of banana around the edges of the crepe and a strawberry on top of the middle.
Keith got out a smaller bowl and mushed up some banana, and adding Nutella to it, mixing it and spreading the concoction onto the covered crepe. He rolled it up and pulled chocolate syrup out of the fridge, drizzling it over the top of the crepe. He sprayed whipped cream on and around part of the crepe. He made another crepe and did the same to it, then added the fruit to the blender, and getting fruit juice from the fridge to add to it, and blended it together. He poured it into large, clear, cylinder-shaped shaped glasses, slicing two more strawberries down the middle and sliding them onto the edges of the glasses.
Keith slid his slippered feet across the floor and made his way to the bedroom after turning off the stove and putting the blender back in it's place. He stood on his knees on the bed, looking down at his boyfriend, covered in blankets, sleeping soundly. He gently shook him, "Lotor, babe, wake up."
Lotor grunted and covered his face with the soft, baby blue blanket on Keith's bed.
"Baby, I made breakfast." Keith knew how much Lotor loved when Keith made food, it made for good bribery. "Come on, it's still warm."
Lotor shifted a little, he wanted the food but he was so warm in his boyfriend's blanket.
Keith nuzzled Lotor's neck.
"Baby, I don't wanna eat alone." he whined.
Lotor rolled over and sat up, looking at Keith. "God, I hate you, but that smells so good."
Keith laughed and got off the bed, looking over his shoulder and smiling at Lotor, swinging around the door frame out of the room.
He walked over to the island and pulled out two chairs, setting the plates and smoothies in front of them on grey, weaved placemats. Keith walked around the counter and pulled two straws and two forks from the silverware drawer. Lotor walked out of the room, his long, soft hair tied up into a loose, lazy bun. He was rubbing his eyes and wrapped in the thick blue blanket.
"Y'know, you look a lot less intimidating when you're a walking blanket burrito." Keith said, poking the straws into the cups and setting the pair of forks on the napkins by the plates.
Lotor growled a little, "Well, you look a lot less intimidating when you stand by people because you're short so your argument is invalid."
"Hey, I don't need validation from you!" Keith sputtered.
"Oh, well, in that case, you suck." Lotor sat at the counter in Keith's blankets, plucking the strawberry off the side of his glass and popping it into his mouth.
"Wait, no, I feel so much better when I get validation from you, babe." Keith sat on his own chair beside Lotor, leaning onto his boyfriend's blanketed shoulder and kissing his cheek. "Please?"
"You cook okay." he said, sipping the smoothie.
"Okay?" Keith cut off part of the crepe with his fork and took a bite. "This is really good! Just take a bite!"
Lotor ate part of the crepe and gave his boyfriend an expressionless look.
"Oh, god, am I imagining that it tastes good?" Keith asks self-consciously.
Lotor kept a straight face for all but a second before a snicker slipped through his beautiful lips.
Keith let out an offended breath. "You bastard."
Lotor was letting out loud belly laughs now, shaking in his seat. Lotor's laughter caused Keith to laugh in return, and soon they were doubled over their food, cackling at five o'clock in the morning as their breakfast got cold.
They finished the breakfast after a while.
Keith let out one more satisfied laugh and looked at his beautiful boyfriend, leaning back in his chair, sipping on his smoothie and looking at his phone. Keith smiled and got up, taking his and Lotor's plates to the sink to be washed.
"I'm gonna go shower, babe." Lotor walked up to Keith's side, kissing his cheek.
Keith reached out and caught him by his wrist. Lotor turned around to him. "Mhmm?"
Keith gave Lotor a quick peck on the lips and looked down, scrubbing at the red and black plates. Lotor smiled and pulled his boyfriend's hand off the plate and squeezing it before walking around the island to the bedroom.
Keith finished scrubbing the second plate as he heard the shower start running.
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