041 with shance, please?
Lmao, plot, what is plot.
Hope you like it Yas!!! <3333 This tiny person is also my fave. I have so many faves fuck, they are just so wonderful, ugh, stop being amazing.
Also, nice choice on the Shance, fuck, I love those babies, ppl need to send me more request about them.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.
041. “You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”
“You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night,” Shiro deadpans, glaring flatly at his giggling boyfriend, “surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”
“I did, oh my god, yes I did.” Lance laughs, holding his stomach as he shakes with laughter, “And it was the most beautiful thing ever.”
“I was in distress, you jerk.”
“You were high on drugs because of the surgery, babe.” Lance waves him off with a hand, “You – Oh god – You were mourning the loss of your precious jelly jar, which you thought it was – hah – ice cream in the first place.”
“It was pink and creamy!” Shiro pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and humming unamused when Lance drops a kiss above his eyebrow. “How was I supposed to see the difference?”
“Uh, evidence number one: ice cream comes in carton, not glass.” Lance reminds, holding one finger up smugly before raising a second one, “Evidence number two: Ice cream is kept in the freezer, not the cupboard.”
“It was dark!” Shiro whines,“My high drugged brain was in grief. We lost a good Jelly Jar that night.”
“Oh yes, yes, we shall do a funeral for poor Mr. Jelly Jar.” Lance chuckles, taking seat on his boyfriend’s lap and wrapping his arms around him, “Okay, but for real, babe, you feeling better?”
Shiro nods, moving his jaw as a proof. “Yeah, having ice cream, you know, real ice cream, as a breakfast really helped soothing the pain on my mouth.”
“Not to mention you ruined our pillow.” Lance chuckles, “Looks like you committed murder in that poor pillow, blood and drool all over it. No way it can be saved.”
“To be fair, I told you to drop me on the couch.” Shiro raises his hands in surrender, “You know that the surgery on the wisdom teeth results in drool and blood.”
Lance snorts. “Baby, have you seen yourself? I was barely able to like, support you on the way up. You fell on top of me on the bed.”
Shiro blinks before he grins, hands placing comfortably around Lance’s hips. “Well, that explains a few things when I woke up in the middle of the night.”
The brunet flushes and slaps his arm, shaking his head in disbelief. “You are unbelieveable. I’m supposed to be the ‘inuendo’ guy in this relationship.”
“You always get the fun! Not Fair!”
“What’s not fair is that I have no strawberry jelly for my toast right now, so, up! You owe me a jelly!”
“You mi mi mi jelly.” Shiro mocks, sticking out his tongue playfully and laughing when Lance gasps and shoves him back, yelping when Shiro’s hold on him doesn’t flatters and bring him down along with him on the couch.
“Shiro! For god’s sake!” The brunet shouts out in surprise, laughter muffled against his boyfriend’s chest, “My breakfast!”
“My cuddles, babe!” Shiro shouts back, squeezing the younger man closer to him, “Cuddles and then we can go to the Coran’s Cafe, I swear.”
A pause and then -
“Ok, fine, but just because these are the first cuddles without blood in like three days.”
“You better not drool on me.”