Do u have any clingy Keith headcannons? Like we know Lance likes to cuddle but poor Keith not even realizing how much he'd been missing out on until Lance
sorry it took me a bit to respond!! have some dumbassery <3
the touches start with lance, as most things do
it's all in the name of rivalry, though! playing footsie under the table, intense thumb wars, arm wrestling, sparring sessions, fingers just barely brushing at the dinner table....typical rival stuff. you wouldn't get it
keith: i don't catch feelings easily.
lance, gently bumping his fist against keith's arm after a mission: sharp work, samurai ;-)
keith: thanks. i gotta go pick out a tux
lance once hooked his chin over keith's shoulder to get a better look at a new project that hunk was showing them, and then just stayed there for full two minutes. keith held his breath for most of them
lance, poking him in the cheek: dude, are you okay? you're burning up
keith, voice cracking: i'm fine
lance, chuckling to himself: yeah, you got that right
lance: what? nothing! your stupid mullet is getting in my face.
keith: you could just move?
lance: oh. do you want me to move?
keith: uh. i mean, whatever. i don’t care. do what you want.
hunk: ...are you two done yet? like, is it over?
the first time keith initiates the touch is right after a really scary battle, while they're still in their undersuits. he just desperately needs to feel another heart beating against his own, so he slumps his entire weight against lance. his heart has always been the loudest.
after that, they start hugging it out more often. whenever lance sees keith awkwardly hoovering around, he spreads his arms and goes "bring it in, emoboy", at which keith promptly shoots him a glare
(he still brings it in, though)
keith, head resting on lance's chest: how does your heart always beat so fast?
lance, chuckling nervously: there's probably something terribly wrong with me. don't think about it too hard
as time goes on, keith slowly grows more relaxed. he sits really close to lance at lunch, and leans his head against his shoulder during movie nights. pats him on the back after a work well done, and then just leaves his hand to rest right there, in between lance's shoulderblades
he keeps getting bolder with it, is what i'm saying
lance, after pinning keith down during training: that's how it's done, baby! say hello to the new master of hand to hand combat.
lance: nope! how does it feel to be underneath me, mullet?
keith, slowly bringing his hands to rest on lance's waist: not so bad, actually.
lance: should we kiss now
keith: i mean it'd be wrong if we didn't
once they start dating, they hold hands a lot
lance, teasingly: this is kinda like the bonding moment
keith: you mean the one where you held my hand for twenty seconds and then i immidiately started falling for you? even though you barely remembered it the next day? that bonding moment?
lance: you seem upset. do you want me to cradle you in my arms about it?
sometimes when they read through the reports in the lounge together, lance will absently play with keith's fingers and kiss the spot right below his glove. keith just sits there, looking at him with that dumb soft smile and not getting any work done.
keith: you were right. you really are a master of hand to hand
lance: that was so bad. i'm gonna kiss you senseless
lance doesn't get any work done after that, either