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polaroid of you dancing in my room

Chapter One: polaroid [Part Two]

After washing the two cups, the skillet and the bowl, Keith put all the ingredients away and sat at his workspace in the corner of the flat. He worked a little on a project he needed to finish in a couple weeks for work, but he got bored and started doodling a little instead. 

Keith drew some designs for characters and some scenery sketches by the time he heard the bathroom door open. He sat at his desk for a couple more minutes, sketching, until he decided to see what Lotor was up to in the bedroom so long. He heard soft music playing form inside the room.

Keith walked quietly around the corner and peeked in. He saw Lotor swaying gently to the beat of the song. 

Polaroid of you,

dancing in my room.

Lotor started twirling silently with his eyes closed, and dancing to the song in shorts and a hoodie.

I want to remember,

I think it was about noon.

It's getting harder to understand,

to understand.

Keith walked slowly over to Lotor, gently taking hold of his hand. Lotor turned to him and smiled, putting his hand on Keith's hip, swaying lightly, looking at his boyfriends beautiful face. Keith set his free hand on Lotor's shoulder, holding Lotor's other hand in his, or rather vice versa.

How you felt,

in my hands,

in my hands.

Lotor leaned closer to Keith's face, looking sweetly into his eyes. 

I could be a pretty girl,

I'll wear a skirt for you,

Keith touched his forehead against Lotor's, closing his eyes. Lotor did the same.

And I could be a pretty girl,

Shut up when you want me to.

Lotor kissed the tip of Keith's nose lightly, smiling. The small action made Keith blush.

I could be a pretty girl,

won't ever make you blue.

Lotor and Keith kept dancing sweetly in the calm music until Keith's phone went off loudly and they broke apart a little. Keith looked at Lotor sheepishly, silently apologising for ruining the moment. Lotor walked over and stopped the music as Keith picked up the phone and answered. 

"It's Hunk," he told Lotor. "Hello?"

"Hey, dude, I, uh, I forgot my keys in the flat and I'm at the door." Hunk pleaded on the other end. "I really need a shower."

"Okay, yeah, I'll come let you in. Just a sec." Keith hung up the phone and looked up at Lotor. "Hunk forgot his keys yesterday and he needs me to let him in, he's at the door."

Keith looked at Lotor's bare chest under his half unzipped hoodie. He zipped up the jacket. 

"What was that for? Thought you liked me without a shirt. That's why you come to my swim meets, right?" Lotor asked cheekily.

Keith let out a breathy laugh replacing his shorts with some jeans. "Believe me, I definitely do like you shirtless and, to be honest, yes, that's a big part of why I come to your swim meets, but this is my roommate. I can't have him falling in love with you, can I?"

"He's straight, though, right?" Lotor asked, taking off his gym shorts and putting on some blue jeans, too.

"Pansexual, so he could still have a crush on you." Keith said.

"Well, he has a girlfriend." Lotor retorted.

Keith looked up at him, smirking. "So did I."

Keith heard pounding at the door and threw on a red hoodie.

He hurried to the door to open it and made out Hunk yelling on the other side, "Come on, man! I gotta piss!"

Keith swung open the door. Hunk pushed past him and hurried to the restroom in their bedroom. Lotor peeked out from behind the bedroom door. "Do I have to leave or something?"

"No," Keith said, "We gotta get going to class in like twenty minutes anyway, we'll finish getting ready and then go."

Lotor nodded affirmatively. Keith grabbed his phone and charger as Lotor shucked off his jacket and put on an orange Garrison University Swim Team  t-shirt Keith had stolen from him ages ago.

Keith took Lotor's navy blue, zip-up hoodie from his hands and tossed him the red jacket he had on a minute before. "Trade."

Lotor chuckled as he and Keith put on the jackets. 

"What's so funny?" Keith asked, slipping on a pair of purple Converse All Stars over his fuzzy grey socks.

Lotor shook his head, smiling. "Just.. you. These are both my jackets but you insist on trading them anyway."

Keith shrugged. "This one smells more like you."

"That's probably because I was wearing it before you so viciously snatched it away from me."

"That's prolly b'cause I w's wearin' it b'fore you, blah, blah, blah." Keith mocked.

"Yeah, ha, ha, whatever. Shut up, you rat." Lotor said.

"You're the one who hasn't brushed your hair since yesterday. Come here." Keith mumbled.

Lotor leaned over Keith, who was sitting on the bed. 

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polaroid of you dancing in my room

Chapter One: polaroid [Part Three]

"Yeah?" He whispered close to Keith's ear.

Keith whispered back, "Turn around."

Lotor did as he was told and Keith pushed him into a sitting position on the ground. 

"What are you doing?" Lotor asked.

"Sit still, I'm gonna brush the bird's nest you call hair." Keith leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed his brush, starting to detangle Lotor's hair as he sat looking at his phone, reading.

Once he was finished, Keith took the hair tie off of Lotor's wrist. Keith gathered Lotor's thick hair and put in in a loose ponytail that rested on his shoulder. The piece of hair that usually defied the rest of the hairstyle was cooperating so Keith pulled it out and rested it on the side of his boyfriends face.

Hunk was still in the shower and Keith didn't want to head to class just yet, so he took Lotor's phone out of his hand and set it on the ground. He laid down with his head resting on Lotor's lap and looked up at his eyes. Lotor looked down at Keith's. 

Lotor leaned over and kissed Keith. "You're pretty."

Keith closed his eyes. "I know."

Lotor gasped a little. 

Hunk walked out of the bathroom in only gym shorts, so Keith covered Lotor's eyes childishly. "Now I can't have you falling in love with my roommate." Keith giggled a little when Lotor laughed. 

"Ew," Hunk complained.

"Hey!" Keith retorted. "You act the same way with Shay!"

"Yeah, but we talk about interesting stuff."

"Oh, yeah, like rocks are interesting." Keith mocked.

"They are!"

"They're basically nature's trash clumped up in a ball." Lotor said.

"No," Hunk defended. "They're made up of sediments and other things that have become--"

"Useless, i. e. waste." Lotor interrupted.

"I. e. trash," Keith added.

Hunk rolled his eyes, "Whatever, don't you guys want coffee before you have to go to class."

"Ugh," Keith groaned. "Yes."

"Ew, class." Lotor said.

Keith got off of Lotor's legs and headed out to his workspace. Lotor stood up and grabbed  his book bag and phone and followed his boyfriend there. 

Lotor took a seat in the rolling chair by the desk, unplugging Keith's drawing tablet and putting it in the case while Keith put his books and supplies into his bag.

"You ready to go?" Lotor asked.

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Keith and his boyfriend strolled across campus lazily, sipping their coffees and they held hands. It was cold out so lotor had a hat and scarf, generously provided by Keith. Keith was stuck without a hat so he put p the hood on Lotor's navy blue coloured jacket and stuck his and Lotor's hand and the fuzzy pocket. 

"What did you mean by you had a girlfriend?" Lotor asked.

"Back in the dorm?" Keith came back with.

"Yeah."

"Well, it was some girl my brother brother met at the mall. She looked like what Shiro would assume was my type so he introduced us and we just kind of awkwardly forced ourselves into the relationship. We didn't break up because we both didn't want to hurt each other so when I met you.. we broke up. Finally got the courage." 

Lotor nodded. "So I made you gay?"

"No, no, no, no, I was gay way before you came along. Stop stroking your ego so much."

Lotor gasped. "Betrayed by my own lover!"

"How tragic." Keith glanced at Lotor, smiling a little.

They continued to walk in comfortable silence, Lotor guiding his boyfriend because he was staring at their hands, clasped together tightly.

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Lotor separated from Keith as he arrived at his building. He leaned down and kissed Keith's soft lips. 

Keith grabbed Lotor's hands gently. "Please don't go!"

"I have to get to class. We're going over who we're gonna work with on our group projewcts today and I don't wanna be stuck with the kids who don't do anything."

Keith frowned and hugged his boyfriend snugly. "Well, I'm not making dinner tonight then."

Lotor glared at Keith cheekily before turning and walking inside the building.

Keith stalked to his first class, lonely and missing his boyfriend. He walked into the big room and sat down quietly, awaiting the end of his class when he could go see Lotor again.

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[deadatthemorguee]

polaroid of you dancing in my room

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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

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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

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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?"

Lotor grunted again. 

"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.

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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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