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𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄
↳ 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁/𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽
↳ 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲?
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺 ‘𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲’ 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹, 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲.
𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲?
𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲
𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲
𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿-𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 (‘𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻’) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲.
𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿, 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲
𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀. 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗲𝗻, 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝘀. 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲
𝗔𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲.
↳ 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀
𝗢𝗻 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝟮𝟬 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝟭𝟬 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗻.
𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟰 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟵 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱/𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆, 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁-𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀, 𝗲𝘁𝗰.
𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟯 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟰 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿𝘀 (𝗲.𝗴. 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 "𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲."
𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟳 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟮𝟱 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿.
𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟭𝟬 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿. 𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀.
𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟰 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝟳 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 (𝗲.𝗴. 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴) 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.
↳ 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱/𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽?
𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆: listen to the persons story without jumping to, problem-solving or offering them “silver linings.”instead of offering your advice, acknowledge their pain and how difficult their situation must be to go through.
𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹: someone in an abusive relationship, may already be dealing with feelings of inadequacy, as well as shame. Asking questions like “why don’t you just leave?” Can push your friend/family member away, in a time when they need you the most.
𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀: if you find it hard to not be judgmental, don’t worry you are not alone but, no one ever intends to get into an abusive relationship and, you can’t always spot an abuser right off the bat. It can be very helpful to learn the dynamics of domestic violence, the power and control the abusers have over their victims, which can make it difficult and dangerous for the victims to leave.
𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻: asking them how you can support them, is a great way to show the victim you are there for them. Abuse can make a person feel powerless, so letting them know you trust them to do what’s right for them, a loved one saying that can help them gain some power back.
𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴: a victim of abuse is most likely already overwhelmed, the idea of leaving can be even more overwhelming. Having knowledge about resources for them to get additional help, when they are ready for it, your best bet is to slowly and step by step encourage them into leaving.
𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳: as selfish as it sounds, you need to make sure your okay during this type of situation. A lot of people don’t understand that, watching someone you love and care about being abused, can take its own emotional toll on you. Make sure you know your limits, it is okay to set boundaries and look for support of your own.
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Papa to Oyaji no Uchi Gohan
Volume 2 Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Chicken Karaage Field Day Lunch Box
yes he do the cleaning, yes he do the cooking,, introducing levi and his cleaning supplies//
One day I want to hug my lover from behind and sway to the soft music we'll have playing over the speakers in our home. I'll kiss whatever skin I can see and hum the melody into their shoulder blades. I want to distract them for a moment while I slowly move my hand down their arm to pull them away from the stove. I want to dance with them in the early morning sun that our windows expose us too. To be able to kiss their cheek as they giggle at me and move my arms to be placed at their waist. They'll turn around and let me lean against their back as they go back to cooking for the both us. Providing for the both of us. And I'll provide for them in my own way. As I continue to softly hum the sweet melody of the song until the next one plays. Then, I'll do it all over again, the repetition of my actions ensue onto this person I will love. We will be happy in our own time and place, and it will feel like it is just us in this strange little world.
The Rhythm of Love
Keith always known that Lance had the most angelic singing voice known to man. But they were dating, so he supposed he was a little biased. He could sit and listen to his boyfriend sing for hours - while they were cleaning, in the car, on the quad at their college campus. Even if he was goofing off, Lance still blew Keith away with his range and the sweetness of his singing voice.
He liked it best when Lance sang in Spanish. It was so natural, the way it flowed, and he looked so happy when a song in his mother tongue. More often than not, Keith found himself whisked into some form of dancing with his significant other. Lance would take him by the hand, twirl him around.
The most common thing Lance liked to do was make silly faces at him while he sang. Sometimes he would sneak kisses, but he always made Keith laugh. The Korean had noticed that this was a habit his boyfriend had formed whenever it was a particularly rough day.
Those singing and dancing sessions usually ended with Keith pressed against Lance as the Cuban sang into his hair along with the music, swaying from side to side. They didn’t have these very often, but Keith appreciated them nonetheless. It was comfortable.
The point is, singing had becoming integrated into the Korean’s life. He’d learned to love it, love the way it changed the dynamic of their relationships and the routine of everyday life. A few years ago, Keith was left to his thoughts.
Lance had learned just how dangerous that had been when Shiro, Keith’s older brother, had called him by mistake instead of Matt and Pidge. Keith would never forget the look on Lance’s face when he woke up in a hospital, arms bandaged and pain thrumming through his temples.
After that, Keith’s boyfriend had taken it upon himself to immerse him into music. He couldn’t complain; he found he preferred the music tastes of his boyfriend over anyone else’s. Granted, they lived together, so it was about ninety percent of what he listened to anyways.
Sometimes, when all of their friends gathered together, Lance would bring his guitar out and they would drink beer and sing old camp songs. Other times, Keith would beg and plead and nag to get Lance to serenade him with old Cuban love songs.
At the moment, Keith and Lance were spending a day off together. Music was playing, of course, and they were baking a cake for Pidge’s birthday. Which is code for Keith was baking a cake - it had surprised him that he was the one who knew how to cook more than his boyfriend - and Lance was being in the way and trying to eat all the batter.
“Lance.” Keith snaps, swatting his hand away. “If you keep eating it, I’ll have to start all over.”
“Ouch,” Lance whines. He pouts for a moment, then reaches over to steal more. “I’m fine with that.”
“Well, I’m not!” Keith snatches the bowl away, just as the oven beeps to indicate that it was hot enough to start baking things. “Look, now you can’t anyways. I’m putting it in the oven.”
He pours the batter into three separate cake pans, sliding them into the oven and setting the timer.
“Now what will I eat?” Lance groans.
Keith rolls his eyes, sliding the oven mitts off and making a shooing motion. “Other food. I think we have chicken nuggets out in the freezer in the garage.”
The Cuban perks up, sliding off the counter and leaning over to kiss Keith’s flour-dusted cheek. “Hell yeah, chicken nuggets! I’ll be back.”
The Korean shakes his head fondly, looking over at him. He turns back to the task at hand, grabbing a cloth to wipe down the counters. He had never been a clean baker. Once, he’d baked a cake at Hunk’s house, and the poor guy nearly had an aneurysm. Now he stuck to his own kitchen. At least here, he could get flour all over the place and it was a team effort for cleaning, so long as he let his boyfriend ‘help’.
The music was playing softly beside him. Keith turns it up once he recognizes the song, humming to himself. He had never thought his voice was remarkable. Lance had been the one in choirs, with a couple voice lessons, with the garage band he’d been so devoted to in high school. Keith just liked to sing to himself on occasion.
He could harmonize, though. Pidge had told him once that his melodies were eerily good. He didn’t like to sing the low undertones that you usually found underneath the lead singers’ voice - he liked to find a pitch or a range that was new and fun to try.
The song that was playing already had a lead vocalist whose voice was strange. Not in a bad way, like some of the music Lance had tried to get him to listen to. This guy could do things with his voice that made Keith shiver and have to catch his breath. Lance liked to try and imitate him, just for the reaction he got out of his boyfriend.
Singing to this one artist was fun. Keith found new ways to sing along every time, by changing his pitch or adding slides or simply making his voice do incredibly odd things that made his ears happy. This was one of the times he experimented.
Personally, Keith was impressed just because he could hold the pitch. He sings to himself as he wipes the kitchen clean and stacks dishes in the sink. It isn’t until he realizes that Lance had been gone a long time looking for chicken nuggets that he stops what he’s doing, singing and all, and looks up.
Lance was leaning on the doorway, his arms crossed and a small smile on his lips. His blue gaze was incredibly soft, resting on Keith like he was the loveliest thing he had ever laid eyes on.
Keith blinks at him, then blushes and looks back down, busying himself with the dishes. “Oh, hey. Did you find the… stuff?”
“No,” He hums, pushing off the wall. Lance walks over, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and kissing his shoulder. “How did you learn to sing like that?”
“Oh, I just,” he leans back into Lance, shrugging. “I dunno. I just… sing, I guess.”
“It’s beautiful.” The Cuban murmurs, nosing at his neck. “You’re beautiful.”
Keith smiles to himself, tipping his head back to look at him. “So are you.”
“Oh, hush.” Lance laughs, brushing his hands along his side. “Let me pamper you, babe. Let me praise your beautiful singing.”
“Lance...” He groans, a blush creeping up his neck.
His boyfriend laughs, peppering kissing up his neck and wrapping his arms snugly around his waist. “Okay, okay. Just promise me you won’t stop, okay? I wanna sing with you.”
Keith thinks about this for a moment, biting his lip. “Yeah,” he consents. “I guess so. Just don’t make me sing in front of people.”
“You’ve got a deal.”
They stay like that for a little while, Keith leaning back against Lance. Music filters softly through the kitchen. The timer counts down. Life slows down for a just a few moments.
“Did you find what you wanted?” Keith hums after a moment.
“No…” Lance grunts, dropping his chin onto Keith’s shoulder.
“Did you move things around, or did you just open the freezer?”
Lance stays quiet at that, huffing and tightening his grip. Keith rolls his eyes, pulling away and taking his hand. “Let’s go. I bet you it’s in the back.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He whines, following Keith out to the garage. The two bicker good-naturedly, caught up in each other’s company and love. Back in the kitchen, the music that had brought them together plays on.