THIS AUTHOR IS CALLED marcy | she/her | keith kogane lover | allura defender | probably the only active voltron x reader writer rn | x reader & headcanons blog | dni bigots | if you're gonna be a dick, you're not getting your fanfic <3
Guys I’m being dead ass when I say this. It’s been five years- HALF A DECADE since I last watched Voltron and yet Keith Kogane stays on my mind. He won’t leave 😭
bambi's comments: THIS IS A REUPLOAD OF AN OLD WORK THAT I OWN.. ok. @sta1rlight was my old account. i own this work do not flame the shart out of me.
shiro
rough and calloused hands, and quite big, even his robot arm.
holding you with his human hand is what he likes the best, he can feel your warm skin on his instead of on that cold steel.
really needs you to be there to squeeze his hand in to remind him that you're there, safe and okay
those nights where he can't seems to close his eyes and let himself escape to sleep, he needs you to at least hold his hand while he lays there
hunk
his hands always have something on them, from cooking, or engineering, maybe some oil
though, he takes very good care of his hands, so they're pretty soft!
lance taught him the importance of taking care of your skin, including your hands
pretty big hands, and always pretty warm other than that
he likes hand holding but can get a bit flustered while doing it lol
pidge
small hands!!!
her hands are always busy, so good luck holding them, plus she'll overload and blush so hard if you make like any physical contact with her
taking care of her hands is not really something she thinks about?? not her top priority lol
her nails are probably short and stubby from biting them, though
lance
not big hands, but long and nice fingernails that won't scratch you accidentally
probably paints his nails a light baby blue, or maybe a tan
likes hand holding!! hands sweatin like a teenager when you smile at him though,,,,
pda lover like crazy, maybe when hes older he'll maybe be into giving kisses on the hand
at a formal event, just imagine lance taking your hand, being all like "mlady/my gentlemen/my leige," and giving you a kiss on your hand and bowing
blsyehess
keith
long and slender like lances, but a lot stronger, and has an amazing grip
type of person to hold your hands in crowded public places, to make sure you don't get lost.
even before he was a pilot he had an amazing grip
but hes probably the worst at taking care of his hands
always has dirt under them, even though he always washes his hands regularly
maybe you could convice him to let you paint his nails when he's really sleepy
just like be like keiithhh i wanna give you a mancure and hes so tired just laying against your tummy like "huh.... yeah sure...."
hand holding, is something hes really only done to pull you along in public places- he never really thought of it romactically, and if you mention it, he'll go red as HELL
the umbrella to the storms in your mind ~ keith kogane
order details ~ ⁺ ◟ pre-established new relationship with keith kogane, non-paladin reader with chronic nightmares that nobody knows about. when keith and reader sleep in the same room one night, she’s awakened by a nightmare and he wakes hearing her cry, spending the night comforting her until they both fall back asleep.
pairing ~ ⁺ ◟keith kogane x fem!reader (reader is not a paladin she’s just there for vibes)
word count ~ ⁺ ◟ 2.0k wds
warnings ~ ⁺ ◟ second person pov, nightmares, past trauma, angsty, dark thoughts, mentions of torture, these sound really bad but I swear it’s much lighter
notes ~ ⁺ ◟ guys why is everyone suggesting fluff and comfort I want to k!ll off a character already 🙏
synopsis ~ ⁺ ◟as a former captive of the galrians rescued by voltron, you were always seen busying around the castle, whether chores or errands. but when the power goes out temporarily, paladins pair up in rooms to save light, pairing you and keith together despite your relatively new relationship. you’re none too happy about this development- terrified that he’ll discover your midnight secrets.
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You were surely going to throw Lance off the tower balcony when the power came back on. According to Pidge and Shiro, he’d been messing around the power source of the castle, only to activate some sort of ‘emergency alert’ that sent the castle plunging into darkness.
Keith, your boyfriend of only two weeks, sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed as you rushed around your room. If you weren’t moving or busy, it made you jittery, eyes always scanning for something else that could be done. You folded sheets, brought out at least five different blankets, headphones, even a set of flower incense Allura had gifted you.
“Anything else?” you blew a strand of hair off your face, hands on your hips, but Keith nowhere to be seen. “Keith?”
“Behind here,” Keith said awkwardly, hidden behind the pile of supplies you had brought out. You let out a small ‘oh!’, tilting your head to the side to smile at him.
“Is it enough? Do let me know- I can get another mattress if this one’s too firm.”
Without waiting for an answer, Keith grabbed your wrist, and you stalled in your footsteps, seeing his rare, comforting smile.
“It’s all enough, thank you,” he said gently. “Is something wrong?”
You blinked at him, then laughed. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. After all, my bed is a bit on the… shorter side for you.”
After a fraught discourse, Keith had finally been unable to dissuade your insistence that he take the bed, and you would sleep on the sofa. You assured him- and he knew too- you’d fallen asleep soundly many times at various strange places around the castle. The sofa would barely affect you, while Keith, a paladin going through hours of intense training a day, could probably use the bed more than you.
You two fell into easy conversation as he pulled you down to sit next to him. Your head rested against his shoulder, as the moon glowed brightly outside your window and the translucent curtains. He told you about the mission he’d been on- some distant planet filled with waterfalls, and the fox-like creatures he and Hunk had rescued and brought for rehabilitation. Keith promised you two could visit them in the terrarium where they were recovering, delighting you.
“So, what’d you do today?” Keith asked, eyes so filled with genuine interest as if it were the hottest topic in the universe. Before you and Keith had finally gotten together, he’d often trail behind you when he didn’t have training or missions, as you scurried up and down through the castle keeping everything in immaculate condition. You’d happily chat with him- though granted, it was one-sided for a while, as he seemed too flustered to do anything but nod along and stare at his boots.
Regardless, Keith knew your daily routine like the back of his hand, down to the hour. Yet he still always enjoyed hearing about how your day went.
“You know nothing special happened,” you smiled, head resting against his shoulder. “I found a box of Altaean recipes in the storage unit, I might try some out tomorrow if there’s time.”
“I’ll be your taste-tester then,” Keith offered.
“Really? Most of these seem poisonous,” you teased. “Or are you that eager to try intergalactic tentacle soup and alien slime pudding?”
Keith’s face turned a tinted green, then he cleared his throat. “You know what, I think Lance will be free tomorrow, he can try them out.”
The sound of your laughter always made Keith’s mouth tug into a smile, despite how hard he had fought against it when you two first met. Sometimes it seemed so foreign, almost impossible that you, who had been forced under the palm of Galrian oppressors, always shone like a beacon. Never had you let the past you scarcely spoke about bring you down, at least in the eyes of all the Paladins.
Oddly, you still had energy by the time midnight rolled around, even if Keith caught your eyelids fluttering a few times, your speech sometimes lulling and eyes slipping out of focus. For some reason, he could see you fighting against sleep. Maybe you thought it’d be rude to fall asleep before him? Keith grinned, pressing a light kiss to your forehead, causing you to stutter mid-sentence.
“It’s getting late,” Keith reminded gently. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Psh, not at-” you trailed off, trying desperately to stifle a yawn. Plus, Keith’s shoulder was so warm, and the aroma of the candles were practically serenading you to sleep, but if you slept now, if you succumbed-
The nightmares.
The screaming, the cold sweats when you burst awake, the short breaths of fear, hyperventilating as you had to spend hours trying to ground yourself in the darkness.
You looked into Keith’s eyes, so full of concern, knowing that you could never show that side to him- not any of the Paladins, but him least of all. All you had to do was stay awake for one single night, and he was making it really, really difficult.
At some point, you slipped into unconsciousness. You’re not sure when, because the nightmares came almost instantly, and there you were, in a pitch-black ocean.
“No,” you murmured, feeling your heartbeat accelerate immediately. “No, no, not tonight, please-”
A ripple of electric pain shot through your body, tracing your spine like a ghost. You screamed out, falling to your knees, gasping for breath as you hugged your body.
“Keep moving.” The Galrian guards would order as they marched you through the endlessly winding black corridors of the space vessel, nothing more than a set of hands to perform repairs, lest they send scorching pain through every nerve in your body.
But in this nightmare, you couldn’t move. Could only stare down, pleading and begging and hands outstretched as your captor’s voices bled into every cell of your body, yelling commands and blinding-white agony shredding your senses to ruin, and tears dripped into the pool of blackness around you, but all you could do was cry out.
You had to keep moving, somehow. Or else the lingering phantom of the suffering would climb along your body, whispering under your skin. Yet it stretched on for hours. Endlessly, in a void you could never escape whenever your mind surrendered to sleep. When blackness took over your world, your throat felt raw from screams that had never echoed.
You shot awake, tears still fresh on your cheeks, fist clutching at your shirt, gasping for air without a sound. It had felt even more real tonight. You stared at your arms in the darkness, as if new scars really had bloomed, as if the soldiers broke into your room at night to send shockwaves of voltage through you again.
Their faces were still flashing in your mind, racing by like a shutter camera. Mocking the fact that some scars couldn’t be healed in the castle infirmary.
The smallest sob escaped you, head ducking to hide in your knees. It wouldn’t be the first time you couldn’t go back to sleep after the nightmares. You were all too familiar with staring blankly out the window until the rays of dawn seeped through, then pretending to the others you had only just woken, and hadn’t been stifling cries for hours.
Oh, but Keith’s damned hearing, whether from his Galrian blood or his training, immediately heard the second choked hiccup that left you, even if your hand muffled your own mouth.
You hadn’t known how light of a sleeper he was, until you felt someone kneeling in front of you, obsidian eyes overflowing with worry.
Even before dating, you were always the one with the words to say, and Keith felt nearly as helpless as you, unsure what exactly to do but hold you gently by the shoulders.
“You… don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” Keith muttered. It didn’t take a genius, nor his just-awakened brain, too long to deduce that you had a nightmare. And certainly, it explained your reluctance to fall asleep earlier.
They must’ve been a common occurrence for you, but Keith’s heart strained at seeing you still shakily breathing and burying your face deeper into the ball you curled up in.
Carefully, so not to startle you, Keith sat beside you, hesitating to hug you, one arm awkwardly slung around your shoulders until he felt your shuddering breaths slow ever so slightly when you leaned in against his side.
“Can-” your breath hitched, and Keith froze at the sound of your voice. “Can we just stay like this, for a little bit?”
All earlier hesitation melted away, only into you. Always you, and everything else was just the background.
“We can stay as long as you need,” Keith whispered, one hand holding yours, and despite the awkwardness, even a dying sun couldn’t force him to budge a single inch until you were ready.
“Do you know why rain happens on earth?” Keith continued talking quietly, feeling your racing heartbeat slow back down with every word. “Because clouds carry all this weight and pain with them, and then they rain when it’s too much for them to hold. Then storms cover the sky, but they never last forever. It’ll end, it always does. And then everything is going to be okay.”
It was a story he had heard from someone in his memory, but he wasn’t sure who. A message of hope that winning battles meant one day there’d be battles to fight no more.
So when you fell asleep for the first time in a long time after a nightmare, still in Keith’s arms, shielding you from the wounds of the past, and when you woke up to see him soundly sleeping beside you, the first stitch over your torn heart began to form.
The nightmares wouldn’t stop immediately. The memories would always cling onto you. But seeing the clouds painted along the dawn horizon, you were okay. It would be alright in the end, and even if it didn’t feel like it yet, a certain red Paladin was there with you to guide you home in the storm.
“I doesn't matter where I come from, I know who I am.”
NAVIGATION ⋮ MASTERLIST
𖹭 BONDING MOMENT by girlboypersonthingy [HEADCANONS]
𖹭 DON’T LEAVE ME NOW by crysingae [DRABBLE] [0.8K]
⇢ You get seriously hurt during a mission on the Balmera, and Keith is the one trying to keep you alive. Things get really intense—he’s scared, you're fading fast, and in the middle of it all, you both finally say how you really feel.
𖹭 ELECTRIC HEARTS by paperpeacock [DRABBLE] [0.7K]
⇢ A step. Rippling magnitude onto the metal beneath your feet, you sent pulsating waves into the bodies surrounding. For a silent moment, Keith saw a foreign glow ignite into the eyes he so adores. What was it?
𖹭 FOUND YOU by confusedblakex [ONESHOT] [1.6K]
⇢ Keith never cared about soulmates, but now he couldn’t care more.
𖹭 GLOWING EYES by voltronisanobsession [HEADCANONS]
𖹭 I’M NOT EMOTIONALLY UNATTACHED- by yandere-voltron [DRABBLE] [0.5K]
⇢ You may have slipped that Keith has emotional issues and he wants to prove you wrong.
𖹭 IT’S FOR THE BEST by foolinafable [ONESHOT] [3.7K]
⇢ Locked in a cell, the white paladin remembers her happier times and hopes that she can make it back to a certain black paladin.
𖹭 KEITH HEADCANONS by tamayakii [HEADCANONS]
𖹭 PAIN by paperpeacock [ONESHOT] [1.3K]
⇢ Even when fueled by pure fury and determination, you couldn’t dodge that last blow.
𖹭 PRISON BREAK by fandomlit [DRABBLE][0.3K]
⇢ “I can’t believe i found you.”
𖹭 SAY IT AGAIN by bbykeijis [DRABBLE] [0.5K]
⇢ Keith Kogane finds himself being questioned by one McClain and answering to the other.
𖹭 SECTRET RELATIONSHIPS ARE HARD by voltronisanobsession [ONESHOT] [1.2K]
⇢ Keith and you are the best-kept secret at the Garrison—until a moment of vulnerability leads to a decision that changes everything. No more hiding.
𖹭 SOLAR FLARES by retvenkos [ONESHOT] [3.6K]
⇢ Time is cruel - it is it’s right. Here, in the Quantum Abyss, where time means everything and nothing, Keith has to reconcile with all that time means, now that it separates him from you.
𖹭 SPACE WOLF by slut4thebroken [ONESHOT] [1.5K]
⇢ Keith brings home a wolf. You, a cat person, are not happy.
𖹭 THE MEDIC by slothgiirl by [ONESHOT] [17K]
⇢ Something weird’s going on with keith, like alien weird. As the team medic, you’re concerned.
𖹭* THE SPY | PT.2 by slothgiirl [TWOSHOT] [13.8K]
⇢ While on medical leave you meet the red paladin of voltron during the war against Zarkon.
We have so many character x character smut of Voltron but like I need more. I was looking for Keith x reader smut and I only got 5😞. Guys let's write more smut with reader.
synopsis: the red paladin tells you his mixed ancestry.
author's notes: no use of y/n. could possibly be interpreted as platonic i guess, but i definitely had romantic in mind. idk if this is very hurt & comfort, i dont read alot of it, so i apologize for that, but enjoy anyway!
SHIRO SENT YOU AFTER KEITH. He was worried about how Keith had retreated into himself after the whole Blade of Marmora thing that went down yesterday.
Keith was very much a loner type, you knew that since the Garrison, where he'd split off from the rest of the cadets like a wolf splitting off from the pack.
But you knew wolves aren't meant to be alone.
Walking through the halls, navigating your way to his room. Your eyes glanced around the castle's walls, studying each insignificant detail before finding his door. The automatic door already opening once your feet stepped too close. Must've forgotten to lock it while he brooded.
Keith's head snapped up at the sound of the door, violet eyes meeting your own. He was sitting at the edge of his bed, elbows leaning on his knees, black hair fluttering over his eyes slightly.
“What do you want?” Keith clicked, snapping harsher than he intended, his dark brows knitting together.
“Shiro sent me.” You gave your own click in reply, copying the attitude he'd given. “Big brother’s worried. You haven't exactly been talkative since the whole galra rebellion trials thing.”
His jaw tightened.
“So you're the babysitter.”
“No, I'm like the nurse if anything.”
Keith rolled his eyes, glancing to the wall opposite the door to avoid eye contact for a while longer. Your head tilted to the side, following his eyes.
“Look, if you don't wanna talk, you don't have to. All I'm here for is to make sure you're alive.” Your voice came out relaxed and comfortable, not overly doting or concerned. You knew he could probably handle whatever was going on, but you weren't leaving him to drown by himself.
Keith's silence dragged on for a minute, his head hung low and his long hair falling with gravity. “It's nothing.”
“You sure?” Your eyes slightly narrowed. You didn't believe that. That's what everyone says when they're either too tired to come up with a good excuse or hiding their true feelings away from whoever's asking.
“I'm fine.” He said a bit harsher, head coming up to stare you down firmly with those deep purple eyes.
“Please.” You shifted, leaning against the door frame now, arms crossed over your chest. “You always get like that when you're mad or stressed. Same as the Garrison.”
“Don't fucking talk to me about the Garrison.” He snapped.
The sudden bite was surprising. It's not like you hadn't heard Keith swear, hell, you probably swore on par with his own habits. But it was the way his voice snapped like he was a snake flashing his fangs and attempting to scare you off.
Your relaxed aura lessened. Your brows crinkled together slightly in almost hurt at the venom, adjusting yourself awkwardly against the door frame. “...‘m sorry.”
Hearing the murmured apology, he sighed out, the irritation not leaving his vessel, but lessening by a tad. His finger and thumb came to grip the bride of his nose.
“It's—Look, I'm just stressed, okay?” Keith's eyes opened back up to look you over, studying your slightly stiff posture after he'd snapped.
Your eyes softened, head tilting curiously. “About what? Zarkon? Voltron?”
“The Blade of Marmora,” he answered. “The trial. Myself.”
“What's that supposed to mean?” Your voice was lower now, quieter. You'd moved closer into the room, the door shutting behind you as you pushed off the frame.
Keith's eyes lingered on yours, as if searching for any sign that you'd take whatever he told you and turn it into a knife to stab him with. He looked at you closely, your eyes, your lips, your hair, your posture, your whole demeanor.
Then, for a second, he stuttered. You couldn't think of a time you'd heard him stutter
“...I'm half Galra, okay?”
Silence filled the room.
You didn't lash out, or scream out of fear. Why would you? This was Keith. Keith Kogane! The kid you went to the Garrison with. The boy James Griffin used to make fun of (mostly because he was jealous of Keith's talent, you hypothesised). The human boy you'd watched from afar until you followed Lance, Hunk and Pidge chase after him to get Shiro.
He was Galran? Or well, half Galran? How did that work? Was his mother Galran? He mentioned once that he never knew his mother, so maybe that was it?
Focus! This wasn't the time for theorising!
“Oh.”
Oh? Who says ‘oh’ when your teammate, friend and co-paladin tells you he's half of the same alien race you're fighting against to save the universe?
“Oh?” Keith echoed, eyes narrowing. It almost looked like another spark of anger was gonna flow through him.
“I mean—not ‘oh’—Jesus Christ—That's not what I meant—” You stammered before sighing out, calming yourself and taking a breath before speaking this time. “You're half Galra?”
Keith's eyes softened slightly, but not out of mercy just yet, more like he was deciding whether to kick you out or not. “Yes.”
“Nobody else knows?” You questioned gently.
“No.”
“And you told me?”
“Yes.”
“Okay...”
Your eyes lowered to the floor, processing what was told to you for a moment. You moved back your hair like it had offended you as you thought.
“That's... Woah.” You managed out intelligently as you moved over to the side of his bed, leaning just against the wall as he kept seated against the mattress.
Silence fell over the two of you, only to be broken by his rough voice.
“What now? Gonna tell Allura? Gonna tell the rest of them so they can all turn on me?” He huffed, like he was already preparing for the backlash he'd received from the others.
Your brows immediately contorted together, almost in offence. “What? No, why would I tell them?”
“Why wouldn't you? I'm half Galra, the same empire we're currently fighting against? Wouldn't you be, I don't know, suspiscious? Scared? Angry?”
“No?” You answered, before shifting yourself to sit against his bed beside him, not too close though, you didn't want to scare him off by a sudden smothering presence. “Keith, I'm not telling them your secret, I'm not a dick.”
Keith's eyes softened in almost surprise, his head turned to meet your face, fingerless glove clad hands holding onto the edge of his dark sheeted mattress. “You're not?”
“No!” You defended, before sighing out to calm yourself down, already hearing your voice pitching higher. “Keith, just because you're half Galra, does not mean I'm gonna suddenly turn on you. I mean, you're still the same, right?”
Your brows creased together. “Unless you suddenly joined the empire because of that reason?”
Keith let out a almost amused and disbelieving breath. “No, I didn't.” He clicked, pushing back loose strands of his obsidian black mullet.
“Then I have no real reason to hate you.”
Keith watched you for a moment. Studying your features again, but this time more closely. The small flecks in your iris, the pores on your skin, and the way your lips curled when you spoke.
The Red Paladin glanced away for a moment, drift off into space. A few thoughts spun through his head, before your voice caught him out of it.
“Keith.” Once his eyes landed back on you, you continued. “Did you seriously think I was gonna, like outcast you or something?”
Keith's back slumped over slightly, his violet eyes looking down at the bedding between you two. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to avoid verbalise his thoughts.
“Keith...” You trailed slightly, your hand falling to his shoulder, forcing him to look at you. “I don't know why you're scared—I mean, I do but—you've already proven yourself to be a good paladin and teammate. Besides, it's not like you knew about it until now, so why should it be your fault?”
There's been very little times Keith has felt apart of something in his life. He usually felt like an intruder in most spaces, even if he belonged in those communities. It wasn't until Shiro came along, did he finally feel like he had someone who understood after his father had passed.
Keith looked down at your hand, fingers curling around his shoulder tight but not restrictive. Comforting even. He blinked a few times, before a small quirk pulled at the side of his lips, practically invisible but still there.
“...Thanks.”
For a second, Keith didn't know what to do. That's before his leather gloved hands came to your shoulders and pulled you against him briefly.
A hug. A hug from lone wolf, D1 brooder, Keith Kogane. Seeing a fucking unicorn would be more rare than this.
You didn't know what to do for a second, unsure where to put your hands and where to rest your head. You settled on the least awkward option of your hands on his shoulders.
For a few minutes, it felt peaceful. You felt his breathing quicken before slowing back down with a sigh. Your fingers drifted to his mullet for a second, before pulling back.
The two of you pulled back, slightly awkward but his eyes followed you. You cleared your throat, dusting invisible space dust off your thighs.
“No problem.”
You caught his gaze again, staring into the purple hue while he studied your own colouring again. The moment felt way too intimate for your status as co-paladins. Or was it supposed to be intimate? There was no rule book for being co-paldins, and you were sure the last line of them weren't thinking about guidelines ten thousand years ago.
Toying with a lock of your hair, you gave a small chuckle to wave it off. “I'm gonna go tell Shiro you're okay.”
“Right.” Keith answered, eyes flicking back up to you as you stood up from the bed, walking over to the door. He watched you leave before speaking just as you were outside his door.
“Thank you.”
You paused for a second, replying: “No problem, Kogane.”
And with that, the doors to his bedroom shut again, leaving him to his own thoughts. His initial fear of judgement from the others was still hanging over him, but at least he had the comfort of knowing you didn't hate him because of his mixed race.
it’s so disgusting that we as fans and consumers think that we’re entitled to every aspect of celebrities’ lives just because we watch their movies/listen to their music/etc. we’re literally not entitled to any information when it comes to their personal lives. they don’t owe us anything. the fact that people think otherwise is disrespectful.
HIII, how are you, been a fan of your writing and noticed you wrote from keith kogane!(/_;)/~~
i wanted to take a request from you, something with keith with a fem!partner with piercings and tattoos, like with with piercings on her ears and mouth, navel, some dermals on her collarbone, things like that. and her tattoos just mainly on her back and arms(shes a little buff/has a lean figure), but shes like quiet and a little intimidating, but just shy and awkward person.
just hcs like before and after they got together and his first impressions on her!
feel free to ignore this, just stay safe and drink water( ・∀・)ﾉ
keith kogane x fem!reader
genre: fluff, slightly suggestive at parts (nothing crazy)
• keith definitely finds you intimidating at first. not the “you’re so scary” kind of intimidating, but the “you look so cool” intimidating. (and because he felt so attracted to you, he felt like he’d rather keep it hidden than make a fool of himself.)
• the first time keith saw you, he only knew about your facial/ear piercings, along with some tattoos peaking from your arms. it wasn’t until he saw you in a tank top, he not only found out about the hidden piercings on your body, but tattoos on your back, too?!
• you were a quiet, timid person, so he felt even more surprised that you had such bold modifications on your body and piercings in places he didn’t expect. and knowing this, he grew more and more attracted to you. in times he caught you training alone, he’d unknowingly start staring at the way your muscles would flex and your piercings would glint in the light, sweat dripping down your tattoos. oh, it would send shivers down keith’s spine.
• along with your shyness, keith got the impression that you disliked him—you talked to the others just fine, and he felt singled out. any thoughts of trying to engage with you quickly dissipated for a little while until the tension felt horribly awkward, because, little did keith know, that you felt the same way!
• shortly after hashing out the miscommunications, you started dating. since you were so reserved and guarded, keith helped bring your walls down little by little, which brought you to be more comfortable especially in terms of opening up with him.
• he’ll listen very intently as you talk about your tattoos, whether they have meaning or what you like about them.
• he just admires you, all while holding you in his arms and tracing the contour of your muscles or the lines of your tattoos, appreciating the fact that you’ve reached a point where you can be vulnerable with him.
•especially in intimate moments, keith pays the most attention to your collarbones and navel, kissing and marking around those areas.
• if you ever have the time to go to the space mall, he’s always willing to look at jewelry with you, too. :)
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