This was going to be a comic, but then I went overboard with the art because I was having too much fun, so you get a one shot instead.
Older Married Domestic Klance Fluff Rated: G
A Hairy Situation
“Keith! It’s happening!” Lance groaned.
“What’s happaping?” Keith mumbled with his toothbrush in his
“My youth is leaving and taking my hair with it,” Lance
replied dramatically as he parted the hair along his growing forehead.
Keith spit unceremoniously and wiped his mouth with the back
of his hand.
“Oh, your hair? That’s been happening for a while now. You
should see the back.”
“What?!?!” Lance patted the back of his head and frowned. It
was indeed getting thinner.
“You’re just noticing now?” Keith asked incredulously,
failing to see what the big deal was. Getting older was a fact of life for
those lucky enough to do so. Plus, family history wasn’t doing Lance any
favours. A fact that Keith liked to remember every time Lance commented on his “mullet”
when they were younger.
“Maybe I have been in denial, Keith. Maybe I only faced the
cold facts of reality because I was looking for grays after I noticed yours.”
“What?!?!” Keith ran his fingers through his still thick,
still mostly black locks and peered deeply into the mirror. Maybe he wasn’t
ready to reach his silver back years, just yet.
Keith noticed a few strands of silver, mostly at his
temples, but they were hardly noticeable. Lance was being petty.
“You’re just jealous,” Keith teased as he turned to Lance.
Keith sighed and ran his hands down Lance’s arm, squeezing
his muscles as he made his way to his hands in a gesture of comfort.
“You grow a pretty great beard though,” Keith complimented. “I
can’t believe that only took you a week. I’ve been growing mine forever.”
“I only grew it, hoping you’d tell me to shave it, so I
could tell you to shave yours,” Lance retorted.
Keith rolled his eyes and huffed, causing his bangs to fluff
“Well, I think you look handsome, beard or no beard, hair or
no hair. I love you and always will. Even when we are old and you are as bald
as Pipo,” Keith smiled endearingly.
Though Lance wasn’t sure what he thought about being as bald
as Pipo was, he smiled, his ‘you think so’ smile and pulled Keith into his arms.
He kissed him softly on the lips.
“It’s kinda like kissing a bear, but better than prickles,”
“A bear, eh?” Lance chuckled and moved around him so he
could scoop Keith into a bear hug and rub his chin into the crook of Keith’s
neck. He ran his fingers over Keith’s ribs for good measure.
Keith yelped and fake struggled, both of them knowing he could
escape if he really wanted too. The tickling turned into play fighting and for
a few moments, two grown men, wrestled like puppies, on the bathroom floor.
Their rough-housing was interrupted by a knock on the
bathroom door and the small voice of a small girl.
“Daddys, what are you doing in there. I have to pee.”
Uhm yeah had to take a break. I dont feel well right now…Watching 13 reasons why didnt help…to soothe my soul I sketched some young McHanzo. Its a bit better now. I love Jesse with a messy bun. No one can take this from me. Oh and THANK YOU SO MUCH for much more then 200 followers by now!!! I appreciate it a lot. If you have any questions or just want to talk with me send me a message or an ask. I would really love to talk to you guys :3
I absolutely agree with the headcanons I’ve seen floating around about Yuuri being overall better at English than Viktor. He’s got a more rounded grasp of the language and its subtleties due to his time living in Detroit. But he and Viktor still have their specific areas of linguistic expertise that developed as a result of their respective lifestyles.
For example, Viktor is an expert on all things romance thanks to consuming the complete oeuvre of Nicholas Sparks during his many hours spent waiting around in airports. You can only read so many pulp novels before you start to believe that remarking on the metaphorical resonances of a person’s collarbone to jaw ratio is just natural flirting tactic for English speakers. Yuuri will often wonder while flipping through his English to Japanese dictionary where Viktor picked up the nuances of meteorological lingo and how it applies to the various functions of the heart (“Love is like the wind, Yuuri, and my pulse is a tornado whenever I’m near you.”), though he doesn’t get up the nerve to ask until months later when he is drunk and mentally exhausted from trying to work out whatever the hell “quivering” means.
“A misunderstanding,” Viktor will claim years later, when Chris is teasing him for an old love note found while digging around Yuuri and Viktor’s cabinets for a wine glass, “I’m much less demonstrative in Russian.”
(a blatant lie. Yuuri can verify after a few years of living in Russia and becoming mostly fluent in the language that it has nothing to do with the source of a greater chunk of Viktor’s English education and everything to do with the fact that his husband really is just that Extra™)
Yuuri’s area of expertise centers mostly around slang, drinking games, and generally anything to do with university/fraternity life. He ends up translating tweets for Viktor fairly often–allaying his fears that, “no, your fans aren’t struggling with high sodium intake. They just think you were underscored at Europeans.”
He also possesses an encyclopedic knowledge of American fast food restaurant menus. Something that Phichit argues is more trivia than language but Yuuri insists is an engaging topic of conversation. Who wouldn’t want to know which Taco Bell combo pairs best with late night bouts of self-loathing and the taste of tears?
(he has also inexplicably memorized a plethora of random phrases like “brown-eyed angel” and “beautiful mystery boy” that he’s heard whispered around campus. He has yet to ascertain if this is some kind of weird American trend or obscure song lyrics. When asked, Phichit only rolled his eyes and patted him on the shoulder. “Never change, Yuuri.”)