#tiny keith is so cute

[dmirrta]

This is very old shit but he is so 🤏

[lil-melody-moon]

@hammill-goes-fogwalking *hugs and kisses* thank you for showing me this!

Keith Moon on Ready, Steady, Go! 1966, photos by Tony Gale

[sexisbetteronthemoon]

playing with another fic bc i don't have the RAM to concentrate on sibotm rn. thinking of nicknames and how sometimes they sound super bizarre to outsiders.

“What, you never had the guts to ask anyone out?” she asked. “It's not about guts,” Keith said, a little peeved at being called a coward.  “I just never liked anyone.  The other kids at my schools were always really obnoxious.” “You never had crushes?” Verónica challenged, and Keith struggled to understand how this was the current topic of conversation.  He wondered if it was normal for families to interrogate their guests like this. “No,” Keith said, baffled.  “I never had any crushes until I came here —”  He closed his mouth so quickly, he bit his tongue.  His face heated further as Verónica’s mouth spread in a smug, knowing smile. Keith wanted to die, actually.  What the fuck was he still doing here in Lance's house?  Why was he still suffering through this! “It's not good to be too picky,” Graciela said, “but I think it's good to wait for someone you really like.”  She reached out and patted his hand. “Thank you?” Keith said, and it only came out half strangled. “So what kind of hobbies do you have?” Verónica asked him. Keith poked at his food, trying hard to come up with some excuse to leave. “I don't really have any?” Keith said. “You don't do anything in your spare time?” Verónica said. “I guess I read?”  Keith shrugged.  “Or I work on my bike.” “You said you ride a motorcycle, right?” Graciela asked. “Yes,” Keith said. “Is that safe?” she asked him. “I haven't had any accidents,” Keith said. “Hmm,” Graciela said.  “I'm not sure I'm comfortable with my Lanchita getting on motorcycles.” “Lanchita?” Keith said, baffled. “Oh, that's what we call Lance,” Verónica said.  “Basically means little motorboat.  Don't tell him we told you.  He'd be super embarrassed.” Keith raised his eyebrows. “There's nothing embarrassing about it,” Graciela scoffed.  “Lanchita is cute!  He had no issue with this when he was little!  And it fits him because he was always going so fast.”  She looked at Keith earnestly and added, “He was the hardest to keep up with out of all my babies.” Keith smiled a little at the thought of a tiny excitable Lance being called Little Motorboat.

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemas Day 17: Accidental Kink Discovery (Smutty Sunday)

Rated: T for suggestive language/flirtatious banter (y'know me, more silly than spice!)

“I hate it!” Eddie spits through gritted teeth.

He shakes his fists to the heavens, which jingle-jangles the bells on the green hat, collar and shirt hem of his costume.

Steve chuckles from his vantage point on the edge of the bed, impossibly charmed by what is a faint tinkling to his own ears as Eddie grumbles at his reflection in the full-length mirror.

He rakes his eyes down the back of his boyfriend’s seething and tense frame. He stops at Eddie’s legs, looking positively gangly in a pair of green tights. Long, too, as they disappear up under a tiny pair of green shorts with a red felt trim and –

Oh, no.

Steve gulps.

“What?” Eddie snaps, whipping around.

He scrunches his nose like he could hiss.

“Nothing!” Steve splutters, folding his arms tight and shrugging as he tries not to think about Eddie in a complementary pair of festive underpants – 

Oh, no.

He puffs out a breath, looking anywhere but at Eddie and his scowl.

“I should have never let Joyce talk me into applying for a job at Melvad’s,” Eddie rambles, half-muttering his words, “Why couldn’t you have charmed Keith into giving me some shifts at Family Video? At least I wouldn’t have to dress as a goddamn elf.”

Jingle-jangle.

Steve looks up just as Eddie stomps his foot.

His shoes jingle-jangle too.

“Gah! Fuck!” Eddie curses and freezes on the spot, arms tight by his sides.

“I can’t help it if my work vest is already green,” Steve teases, shrugging innocently, “Besides, Keith currently has you banned for ‘distracting staff’.”

His air quotations only make Eddie bristle. He lifts his right hand, likely to worry with a lock of his hair. But his fingers snag his jester-like collar.

Jingle-jangle.

Eddie splutters away with what Steve can only assume is a series of incoherent expletives as he begins to hop on the spot to wrestle one shoe off and hurl it across the room.

At least that’s what Steve assumes Eddie’s full-body throw is intended to do. But the lightweight shoe only makes it about a foot before it softly falls to the ground.

Eddie shrieks and then dips his head to dry sob into his hands.

“I look so stupid,” he laments, “I don’t want to be an elf.”

He looks up all doe-eyed and Steve can’t help but think how nice his hair looks under the elf hat, his locks sitting in place to perfectly frame his face. Even if Eddie doesn’t want to be an elf, he looks cute as hell as one.

Fuck it. What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom, right?

“Don’t worry,” Steve says, lowering from the bed to the floor, “It’s only for a few days, right?”

“What the hell are you doing!” Eddie recoils, glistening eyes going wide as saucers as Steve begins to crawl on his knees towards him.

Jingle-jangle.

He stops in front of his boyfriend and takes his hand, planting it on his shoulder before he dips down for the remaining shoe.

“Helping you take this off...” he explains, voice light as he wraps his hand delicately around Eddie’s ankle.

“Okay…” Eddie hums, raising a sceptical brow even if he shifts his weight onto Steve’s shoulder to steady himself.

Steve bites his bottom lip, trying not to so much as chuckle as every movement Eddie makes sounds off a series of tinny bell sounds. He removes the green felt shoe and tosses it over his shoulder, still holding Eddie’s ankle before carefully lowering it back to the ground.

He looks up, a smile turning to a smirk as Eddie gulps, his eyes flitting down to where Steve still has his hand wrapped around his ankle, soothing it now from the embarrassment and green.

“Stevie…” Eddie frowns.

Steve runs his hand up his green stockinged leg slowly, pausing only when his fingertips skirt the bottom hem of his tantalising green shorts.

“Oh my god!” Eddie exclaims, clawing at his shoulder, “You like this costume, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles, running his free hand through his hair.

“Not possible,” Eddie insists, shaking his head and chopping a hand through the air before placing it right back on his shoulder.

Jingle-jangle.

“I do,” Steve insists, flicking a bell on the hem of his shirt now.

“Don’t jingle it,” Eddie spits, jaw clenched.

“What if I jingle you…” he begins, tilting his head to the side as he looks him over, “All the way…”

“Gross!” Eddie shrieks, “That is the worst line you have ever…”

He trails off, a visible blush creeping up his neck as Steve allows his hand to breach the hem of those shorts.

“But,” Steve bites, pressing his fingers into Eddie’s skin, “You have to be a good elf, okay?”

He watches as a myriad of emotions run through Eddie’s eyes before he lands on a similar ‘fuck it’ attitude and goes along with it.

“Sure thing, Santa,” Eddie soon coos, dimples dotting his cheeks as he offers a cherubic smile and a two-finger salute.

Jingle-jangle.

“You have been the naughtiest elf in my workshop,” Steve teases, popping the ‘p’ as he reaches around to grab at Eddie’s ass.

Eddie lurches forward, Steve’s face now flush with his scratchy polyester shirt front.

Jingle-jangle.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“You’re nervous.”

“Hnnngh,” Keith says, knuckles white on the steering wheel. He looks straight ahead, left leg bouncing, hair pulled back into a ponytail but flyaways everywhere. He keeps having to push up his glasses when they slide down his nose, nudged forward by all the tension in his eyebrows. “Being stressed before a stressful situation is not being nervous, Lance, it’s just my brain responding like a brain.”

Lance hides a smile. “You’ve met my family before, baby.”

Keith slows to a stop as they approach their turn, looking at Lance instead of the road for the first time in twenty minutes. His indigo eyes are wide and pleading. Lance is distracted by the tiny mole beside his nose.

“I’ve met your mom,” he says emphatically, breaking eye contact with Lance to crane his head to the left, checking over the hill for any cars. He’s far more careful than he needs to be — there’s never anyone on this road. But Keith is always endlessly careful when he’s driving other people around. “I’ve met your siblings. I’ve met your abuela. I’ve met the twins.”

“Mighty number of people,” Lance agrees. He looks at his boyfriend pointedly. “All of whom love you.”

“Because they love you,” Keith stresses. “You’re, like, their favourite person. You hyped me up so of course they have a nicer view of me. But this is like — your great grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles and, I dunno, second sister in law five times removed —

“Not how that works,” Lance interjects, amused.

“—and now I gotta impress them all? At once? I still don’t know how I did that with everyone else! I panicked! I forgot all my lines and conversation starters! I just — was awkward, and they were cool with it because your family is cool!”

“Ah, yes, you were yourself and people liked you,” Lance says, nodding sagely. “How bizarre.”

Keith looks at him imploringly. He has a — really cute nose, holy shit. It’s crooked from the three separate times it’s been broken and Lance is kind of obsessed with it. All he can think about is pressing a kiss to the bridge of it and watching how Keith will crinkle it on reflex. He has to fight back a giggle.

“I am going to get eaten,” Keith says miserably. “My luck is going to wear out. I’m gonna say something stupid and offend your third cousin or trip over someone’s toddler and destroy your mother’s flan by crashing into the table and upending hot coffee on an elderly person. Then I’ll get arrested for assault and you’ll have to visit me in prison and my cellmate will make a comment about you or something and I’ll have to kill him and then I’ll get retried and the death sentence, probably, and then Red will bust me out of prison and cause intergalactic meltdowns and —”

Lance can’t hold back anymore. Quick as a dart he reaches out, fisting Keith’s collar, and yanks him over the gearshift, kissing him softly and soundly until Keith sighs, surprise fading into something calmer, relaxed. His hand comes up to cup Lance’s cheek.

“You need a Xanax,” Lance says gently as he pulls away.

Keith huffs, the manic look in his eyes replaced with something much softer. Relieved, even. “Yeah, probably.” He tears his eyes away from Lance, rechecking his turn and finally actually putting on his blinker and moving onto the right road. His free hand reaches over the gearshift and Lance grabs it, tangling their fingers together and resting them in his lap. “I just — I want your family to like me.”

Lance smiles, a wide one that brings a flush to his cheeks and makes him shy, even though he’s not self-conscious; a smile that makes something flutter so intensely in his stomach that it feels so intensely private.

“They’ll like you,” Lance says simply.

Keith exhales. His hand tightens. Lance squeezes back.

The rest of the drive is easy.

———

By the time they make it to Lance’s great-grandmother’s farm, he can tell that some tension has crawled back into Keith’s shoulders. But he’s always been brave, when fighting dictators or meeting parents, and doesn’t hesitate to pull into the gravel driveway and park the car. He squeezes Lance’s hand again before letting go, stepping out of the car and heading to get their stuff.

“Tío! Tío!” scream two voices, and Lance doesn’t even have half a second to brace himself before Nadia is launching herself at his stomach. He manages somehow to spin them both around to offset the momentum, keeping them both upright. Keith is not quite so lucky — Lance hears a slam, a startled oof, and then he sees their bags go flying out of the corner of his eye.

“Jesus Christ,” Keith wheezes, flat on the ground with Sylvio crowded on top of him.

“I got you!” the boy crows, scrambling off Keith’s body in order to adequately dance around in victory. “You went splat!” He whirls around to face Lance, still dancing around. “Tío Lance! Did you see?”

Lance adjusts Nadia on his hip, making no attempt to hide his amusement. “I did. You got him good, buddy.”

Beaming, Sylvio turns back to Keith, who’s finally managed to get enough breath back in his lungs to stand.

“You got me good,” he wheezes in approval.

“Just like you showed me!”

There’s no mistaking the smugness in Sylvio’s voice, the challenge, the I’m-little-you’re-big-and-you’re-a-loser.

Keith recognises the challenge easily, eyes glinting, and before Sylvio can run away Keith scoops him up, tossing him over his shoulder and whirling them around ‘til he’s dizzy.

“Just like I showed you, champ. Think you can get out of this one, though? It’s easy!”

Sylvio shrieks, pounding on Keith’s back with fists weak from laughter. Nadia squirms in Lance’s hold, so Lance sets her down, and in seconds she’s run and attacked Keith’s other side, climbing up his legs to try and free her brother. Keith scoops her up, too, throwing her over his other shoulder as she laughs just as shrilly.

“Clearly neither of you learned very much!” he shouts, grin so wide it practically splits his face. His already precariously dangling glasses slide right off his face but Keith doesn’t even spare them a glance, stepping over them easily and shaking the twins as he goes. “You’re trapped!”

It doesn’t take the bright twins very long to unite forces, attacking Keith with renewed vigour all at once. Lance bends down as they wrestle, scooping up Keith’s glasses and their discarded bags.

“He’s good with them,” Lisa says, sidling up beside him and sliding her hand around his waist. Lance mirrors her, squeezing.

“He thinks they’re hilarious. He loves them to pieces.”

“Believe me, they love him too. I heard about Uncle Keith so much on the drive down that I was tired of him before you two even got here.”

Lance snorts. “Yeah, right, dweeb. No one else here reads Jane Austen. You need your nerd buddy.”

“Indeed,” she says, grinning. She pats him on the hip, pulling away and taking one of the bags slung over his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get your stuff dropped off. Marcela will want to fuss over you, I’m sure. She hasn’t seen you since your last mission.”

Lance looks back at his boyfriend before following her, making sure he doesn’t need Lance’s help. The twins have wrestled him into doing their bidding, it looks like, or more likely he didn’t even put up a fight, and sit on one shoulder each, guiding him around the property with shouts and points and frenzied gesturing. Keith has his hand locked firmly over each set of knees, careful not to let them fall, as he wobbles around to make them gasp and laugh.

Lance smiles. He’s fine.

———

Keith finds him within the hour, Nadia and Sylvio off to play with their cousins.

“You abandoned me,” he pouts, hand wrapped around his elbow.

Lance notices, idly, that he’s slouching again; that his ponytail has been abandoned entirely and his hair curtains his face.

Hm.

“You were busy being a doofus,” Lance teases, brushing his hair out of his face. He nobly resists the urge to quote Regina George. “One of us has to be the mature one. We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong impression about the saviours of the universe.

“You’re hiding out on a random couch on your phone,” Keith deadpans. He glances down at the screen. “You’re watching a seven year old vine compilation. On mute.”

“Like an adult,” Lance says primly. “Watch with me.”

Keith rolls his eyes fondly, but slides on the couch behind Lance, arms wrapped around his waist and chin hooked over his shoulder. Lance digs in his pockets until he finds Keith’s glasses, twisting around to slide them on his handsome face. His hands linger on Keith’s temples. Keith’s smile is small and crooked and bares the tiniest peek of crooked incisors, and Lance’s heart flutters.

He leans back into Keith’s chest as he plays the video, watching a compilation of dorky videos he’s seen a thousand times. He feels Keith’s grin press into the juncture of his neck as he starts to mumble along. His hand rests just under Lance’s shirt, flat on his stomach. Lance fights the urge to squirm.

You Are In Your Abuela’s House, he reminds himself firmly. Your Ancestors Are Watching You. And Jesus, Probably.

Luckily, someone calls out their names before Lance really needs to find a vat of ice water to dunk himself in.

“Leandro! Keith! Come eat before your hog of a brother takes it all!”

The two of them don’t even need to pause for a moment before throwing themselves off the couch, scrambling towards the kitchen at top speeds because Marco absolutely will eat their portion of the food. Not even because he’s hungry for it, just because he’s a butthead who thinks it’s funny.

“This is your fault,” Keith informs him, careening around a questionably placed side table.

“Nothing is ever my fault ever in the entire universe,” Lance shoots back.

(Is it Lance’s fault? Possibly. But in his defense, the several years he spent as a child waiting for Marco to be distracted before eating his favourite thing on the plate still make him crack up when he thinks about it. Marco just got so mad, every time. Plus his eyes bulge a little when he loses it. How was Lance ever supposed to avoid poking that bear?)

Luckily, they make it in time to wrestle a plate away from Marco’s snickering ass.

“Keith, Lance,” Lance’s mother greets warmly before Lance can crack a plate over his brother’s head. “I’m glad you made it!”

“Mother,” Lance squawks dramatically, hand flying to his chest, “I am the second to be greeted? You’re son? You’re youngest angel? The one who went missing for several years and returned to you, prodigal?”

She reaches over and flicks Lance in the forehead. Keith snorts. Marco cackles.

“Keith called me on the flight home,” she explains, ruthless. “So he is the son, and you are the son-in-law.”

Keith flushes as he always does when Mamá pairs them like that, when they’re both her sons, when she implies what it implies. Lance lets the warmth of that expression soak into his bones, deep in through his back, from every point Keith is touching him.

“I was sleeping off being maimed!” Lance despairs.

It does him no favours. Mamá waves her hands wildly, setting down her own plate in favour of placing her hands over her ears. “Gah! Sh! Do not tell me of these things! I am meant to pretend your job is nothing more than ornamental! Do not ruin that for me!”

“It was the slightest ever maiming,” Lance mutters, sullen.

Keith visibly bites back a retort to that, no doubt out of respect for Mamá.

(Lance knows that Keith would have been the world’s biggest mama’s boy had he grown up with Krolia. He has shared this hypothesis with Shiro, who had laughed so hard upon hearing it that he had sprained a muscle in his neck, and then explained later with a heat pack and a wryly smiling Adam that Keith used to scold Shiro for pushing himself with exact quotes from Shiro’s mother herself.)

“Nobody ever wants to hear my side of the story,” Lance laments.

Keith bends down to kiss him on the cheek.

“That’s because you are a liar,” he says kindly.

Lance catches his chin before he can pull away, kissing him to shut him up.

They head outside to join everyone else, plates stacked high with food and plastic cups balanced precariously with spare fingers. Keith starts to slouch again as they walk out the sliding screen door, but he keeps his hair out of his face, eyes flitting between different people. It helps that hardly anyone spares him half a glance, too used to random new people in such a big family.

“Hey, Patito! Over here!”

Lance whips his head up at the familiar voice, breaking into a wide smile when he sees his sister’s wilding waving hand. Keith, too, seems relieved when he catches sight of Veronica, rushing over almost faster than Lance is.

“Hey, losers,” she greets, flicking water from her cup at them as they sit across from her. “Took you long enough to get here.”

“Lance is a distraction and danger to the road,” Keith says immediately, because he is a snitch. He is also unfortunately very quick and manages to duck away from Lance’s pinch.

Veronica snorts. “Believe me, I know. Every ride back to the Garrison on weekends was a near death experience because he kept smacking me every ten seconds. A menace.”

“You manipulator!” Lance accuses. “I slapped you because you teased me! Constantly!”

Keith and Veronica share sharp, matching grins. Lance takes a nanosecond to ponder what he ever did to deserve the sufferings of their friendship.

“That’s because you’re so goddamn easy to rile up, sweetheart,” Keith says with a wink.

Lance attempts to shove him off his chair. Unfortunately, while he does flail backwards, he manages to stay upright.

“You two were supposed to hate each other,” he mutters into his congrí. “This friendship thing is bullshit.”

Neither believe him for a second.

They’re barely into their meal when the nosiness starts. In fact, Lance is honestly surprised it has lasted this long. Luis probably said something to convince everyone to tone it down, because he is a saint and also Lance’s favourite.

“So,” says his Aunt Vena, “…Keith.”

Keith freezes, cheeks bulging. Lance tries very hard not to laugh at him.

“Hi,” he says, swallowing. He says nothing else and looks agonized about it. His memorized conversation starters have no doubt fled his brain.

“You know, I feel like I already know you,” jokes Aunt Vena, never bothered by awkwardness. Or boundaries. “I only see Leandro a few times a year were the only thing he talked about for ages.”

Lance goes pale. Oh, please God, no. Please let Aunt Vena be suddenly gifted with the ability to read Lance’s mind, or at least notice him waving his hands frantically behind Keith’s head, making cutting motions at his throat.

“Keith this, Keith that. Keith Keith Keith.”

Lance cradles his face in his hands. So much for miracles.

“He did?” Keith asks.

“Stop investigating immediately or you’re sleeping on the floor tonight,” Lance threatens under his breath. Keith’s hand finds it’s way to his thigh and rests there, as if laughing at him.

“Oh, yes,” laughs Aunt Vena. “Every other word was about how you sat in class or walked in the hall or flew your planes. He was always angry about it, but he was quite focused on you. Oh, and your hair.”

Aunt Vena turns away to chatter with someone else like she didn’t just ruin Lance’s life. Lance would hate her if he didn’t find her so goddamn loveable, but he does, so instead he looks up and suffers Keith’s wide, shit-eating grin, and ponders deep in his heart how he will re-humble his boyfriend so they’re back on even ground.

“…You were big on the hair, huh.”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll chop it off as you sleep.”

———

“Keith.”

“I’m just saying.”

“You dorkbrain.”

“I’m just saying!”

Keith’s hair is in a knot at the crown of his head, glasses pushed all the way to his face. He’s got Lance’s hand in his but he’s not paying attention to him in the slightest — he cycles between leaning back, then forwards, then craning his neck and shifting his eyes. Every few seconds he lets out a muted gasp.

A group of children run yelling in and out of the house, heedless of doors and stairs.

“You are such a mother hen,” Lance says with great amusement.

Keith is too distracted to even roll his eyes. “Some of them are very little,” he says worriedly. “Maybe they should play a game outside. There’s more space.” He looks around at the various adults sitting and chatting, aghast. “Should me maybe get a — pool noodle, or something? Just for the corners. So there are no head injuries. That’s the most common way they happen, you know. Tripping during play.”

Lance hums, leaning into his side. “Reading a lot of parenting books, are you.”

Keith is very deliberately silent. Lance flicks up his gaze to watch his face redden.

“…Akira.”

“It’s Shiro’s!” he says defensively. “It was — he had it on the shelf! I read it when I was younger! It was traumatizing! Do you know how easy it is to fuck up a kid? Very easy, Lance! Their heads are very squishy! They don’t know balance yet! They repeat everything you say!”

“Was this book,” Lance starts, choking back laughter with everything he has, “perhaps about raising toddlers?”

Keith’s jaw snaps shut.

“Children under two? Hm?”

Keith glances away. “It didn’t mention.”

Lance loses his battle, burying his cackling in Keith’s shoulder.

“How was I supposed to know that ‘A Guide To Raising Healthy Children For New Parents’ was about — babies? Shiro was the dumbass who had it!”

Lance laughs harder. “Did he — did he buy it when he —”

Keith puts his head in his hands. “He bought, like, forty books when he first started fostering me, they were all basically the same, he’s such a dumbass —”

“Stop, stop,” Lance begs, grasping his aching stomach. The image of Shiro, twenty years old, panicking after impulsively deciding to apply to foster the delinquent who stole his car, frantically googling advice for new parents only to unknowingly receive information about toddlers is the best mental image he’s had in a while. He’ll have to share with Pidge and the rest of the Holts the second they get home.

“You’re such a butthead,” Keith grumbles, but it’s half-hearted. His attention is still mostly on the way Mateo, Lance’s four year old second cousin, very nearly brains himself on the corner of the brick entryway trying to swerve away from his older sister. Keith’s sharp inhale would have been comical if Lance didn’t feel his own heart drop.

“Okay,” Lance concedes, “maybe it’s time for a new game.” He pats his boyfriend on the knee. “You’re up, champ.”

“Wait, me?” Keith asks, bewildered. “You’re their cousin.”

Lance shrugs. “You’re the worried one. Plus, I want to go get wine drunk with Rachel. Mamá said she just got here. She’s been avoiding my calls all week which means she has Information to share and doesn’t trust herself not to tell me immediately. I have to know what’s up.”

Keith still doesn’t look convinced. “But I’m a stranger to them, basically.”

“So start with Nadia and Sylvio, dummy. Once the rest of the kids see a cool newer and accidentally safer game to play, they’ll join fast. Plus, the stranger aspect is intriguing, probably. You’re like a new toy.”

To solidify his point, Lance calls his niblings over, gesturing to Keith. The twins light up, immediately abandoning whatever they’re doing — trying to shove a sleeping Luis’ finger up his own nose — to sprint over to them.

“Tío Keith has a game for you two,” Lance whispers conspirationally.

The twins burst into howling cheers.

“Game! Game! Game! Game!” they chant, each grabbing one of Keith’s hands and tugging him away.

Keith looks back at him, panicked. Lance blows him a kiss, then turns back into the house to go hunt for his sister.

She finds him first.

“LANCE,” she shouts, whipping around to face him. Lance immediately shifts backwards slightly, knees bent, legs widened, arms held out protectively in front of him. He smirks. She matches it.

She charges.

She aerials into a heel kick, as always, aiming for his skull. Lance back handsprings out of her reach, careful of the various relatives around him, who are well used to their brand of bullshit and don’t even pause their conversations as they lean away.

He comes back up just in time to throw up a block to her fists, aiming a kick to her stomach that she can’t fully dodge. She gets him right back, though, like she always does, aiming a sweeping kick for his ankles that he has to flip on his hands to avoid.

“It’s good to see you, fucker,” she pants, roundhouse kicking the dip of his waist.

“Likewise, asshole,” he grunts, grabbing her ankle and flipping her to the ground. She drags him down with her.

They’re both grinning.

“Tomorrow morning we box for real,” she proposes as they lay there, getting their breath back.

“Deal,” he agrees.

By the time they finally get back on their feet, they’re both parched, and since they also make frequent poor decisions, they head straight for the bad boxed wine. Lance pours them both heaping glasses and Rachel guides them to an open lawn chair, which they both sprawl on, a hundred percent in each other’s space.

“So,” Rachel says, chugging half her glass, “my grades are in. I’m graduating top of my class.”

Lance gasps. “Rachel!”

“And,” she continues, building up suspense with a grin, “I got word back from all my residency applications.”

Lance thinks he might explode. He remembers them when they were little, huddled on the floor of their bedroom at one in the morning, glow sticks guiding their planners, mapping out heir lives together. Where they would go to school, when they would bother with dating, how they would do it all together. Lance, best pilot to come out of the Garrison next to Shirogane. Rachel, the first surgeon to successfully transplant a brain.

“I got in,” she says, beam so wide it forces her eyes shut. “Lance, I got in!”

“Rach!” he screams, eyes blurry from tears and heart full to bursting. “Rach!”

He wraps his arms around her shoulders and squeezes, weeping with joy and elation and buzzing from his head to his toes. This is what Rachel has wanted since she was old enough to talk. This is his sister, his first and best friend, getting everything she has ever wanted, as she has always deserved.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!”

She squeezes him right back, her own tears wetting his t-shirt. Her relief is palpable, and Lance knows it, the indescribable feeling of finally crossing that goddamn mountain, finally getting what you’ve been working for for longer than you can remember.

“Everything is falling into place,” she says softly, pulling back and holding up her cup. Lance laughs and clinks them together.

They settle back into their shared chair, too happy for words, gathering themselves. Lance catches his mother’s eye and returns her soft smile, wine making him warm and happiness making him bright. He feels like he’s swimming in sun-warmed water.

He settles back with a sigh.

Rachel nudges him. “Hey, Loverboy. Look.”

Lance follows her pointing finger. Away from the tables and lawn chairs, in a wide, open space, there’s Keith — surrounded by every single child on the property, ordered in neat rows. Each of them has a hefty stick, held carefully in their hands, watching Keith with great intensity. Keith himself has his bayard out, stretched out in a battle position, back straight and shoulders loose. He has the same bright look on his face that he has during Lion training, or riskier missions. Excitement, steadiness, and a hint of cockiness that has Lance shivering. He demonstrates a move, and with a single minded focus, the children repeat it.

It has always been impossible not to want to be a part of everything Keith does, Lance has found.

“…You kind of scored,” Rachel observes.

Lance’s laughter is breathy, high-pitched. “Believe me, I know.”

There’s a rousing shout from the kids, then a cheer, then Keith shouts, “Ready?” and at their raucous response, chaos breaks out. Sticks are strikes and parried and children throw themselves dramatically on the floor in pantomimed deaths, scrambling to their feet seconds later to get back into the fray. Every few seconds Keith calls out rules and reminders, weaving through the children to point out places for improvement or congratulate someone for doing something right.

“I have never seen them all gathered this long without any crying or fighting,” Rachel says, something like awe in her voice. She pauses. “Well, real fighting.”

Lance smiles, something small and secret and over which he has no control. He catches his boyfriend’s eye and waves, which is returned at twice the enthusiasm.

“Keith’s good with kids,” he says quietly. To himself, he wonders if it’s possible to have a heart so full it bursts.

———

The blankets are scratchy but warm, and Keith smells as he always does, and Lance is half asleep. But the words come leisurely out anyway.

“You awake?“ he whispers, words tucked into the spot above Keith’s heart.

Keith hums. Lance feels the rumble of it in his cheek.

“Barely.”

His eyes are too heavy to keep open, so he lets them slip shut. He breathes deeply the smell of his boyfriend’s body wash, and traces meaningless patterns on his chest with his fingertips, breathing slowly, taking his time. He might fall asleep, but that’s okay. They have time.

“‘M glad you came, today.”

Keith’s breathing is slow and even, just like Lance’s, but he can feel the heavy weight of his gaze, those indigo eyes.

“I go where you go.”

Lance quirks his lips. The blankets rustle softly as Keith slowly slides up his hand, encircling his fingers around Lance’s wrist, palm resting on his forearm. After a minute Lance can feel his heartbeat, at the same time that he hears it, head pressed to Keith’s chest. “You’re good with the kids.”

Keith’s breath stutters. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I like them. And your family.”

“Told you.”

“Yeah, you did.” He’s silent for a minute, palm heavy on Lance’s skin. “I wanna — do this, Lance. Forever.”

Lance turns his head slightly, just enough to press his lips to Keith’s sternum. “I will love you until the end of time.”

He feels Keith’s smile, sweetening the air.

“I love you, too.”

[otomehoneyybearr]

The Fairy and The Lost Forest

With Keith, Kagari, and Clavis

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Kagari's End: Ch 1 | Ch 2

Emma: “W-WAAAH…!”

(It’s going to attack me—!)

Clavis: “Emma, close your eyes!”

Emma: "Huh—?"

Crow: "Caw!?"

(What was that sound!?)

(Wow, sparkling confetti is swirling through the air—it’s beautiful.)

(Huh? The crow is running away. Oh, right, I don't think crows like sparkly things…)

Keith: “Welcome back, Emma. Are you okay?”

Emma: “Yes, thanks to all of you, I somehow managed.”

Emma: “Thank you, Clavis. Your trap really saved me.”

Clavis: "Haha, my traps exist for the good of mankind—and fairies too."

Clavis: “If this little incident has sparked your interest in traps, I’d be happy to let you be the test subject for my next creation.”

Emma: “I’ll have to politely decline.”

Clavis: “A shame.”

Kagari: “Were you able to figure out the path?”

Emma: “Yes, I got a general sense of the direction. I’ll lead the way!”

…….

Emma: “...Huh?”

(Didn’t we pass this spot earlier?)

Kagari: “We’re lost again.”

(But I followed the path I saw from above, so why…?)

Emma: “I’ll go take another look from the sky.”

(The way out of the forest is that way, and the path we just came from is—wait what?)

(No way……)

Keith: “What did you see?”

Emma: “You might not believe me, but… the path has completely changed…”

Keith: “Now this is starting to feel like a proper trick from a fairy.”

Kagari: “If the view from the sky doesn’t help, then all we can do is keep moving.”

Kagari: “I’ll carve a mark into the surface of the trees we pass using my knife."

Kagari: “If we find ourselves at a tree with a mark, we’ll know to go in a different direction."

(Oh, it’s a little mark in the shape of a cat. Cute.)

Kagari: “Alright, let’s keep moving.”

…….

(Thanks to Prince Kagari’s marking strategy, I don’t think we’ve come across the same path yet.)

(Once night falls, we won’t be able to see anything, so it’d be best if we can make it out before then…)

(But even if we do make it out, there’s no guarantee my form will return to normal…)

(…….)

(Wait—Prince Kagari has been scratching at something for a while now…)

Emma: “Prince Kagari?”

Kagari: “Princess, it’s dangerous to go ahead on your own.”

Emma: “Huh?”

(Wait, Prince Kagari is behind me…)

(Then what’s making that scratching sound?)

???: “Snort snort…”

Wild Boar: “SQUEAL!!”

Emma: “WAH!”

(It was a boar gnawing on a tree!)

(What do I do?!? It’s chasing me! I have to run!)

(Wait, that’s right, I can fly! If I go up, I can get away…)

(But if I do that…)

(The boar might charge toward the 3 of them!)

Emma: “……!”

Keith: “Emma, where are you going?”

Emma: “I’ll lure the boar away. Please, run while you have the chance!”

Boar: “SQUEALL!!”

(If I can just lead it deep enough into the forest—)

Emma: “Huh?!”

(No way—my clothes got caught on the branches—)

Kagari: “Careless as ever, aren’t you, Princess.”

Emma: “Prince Kagari, it's dangerous! The boar—!”

Kagari: “…………!!”

(…! Such intense bloodlust…!)

(The boar backed off from Prince Kagari's glare and ran away.)

Kagari: “Looks like I win.”

Emma: “Thank you for saving me, Prince Kagari.”

Kagari: “You didn’t need to throw yourself in danger to protect us. I could have taken care of that easily.”

Kagari: “Still, you did well. Here’s a reward.”

Emma: “Is this… a dorayaki?”

(He was carrying one around…?)

Emma: “Thank you. But, um…”

(In my tiny body, this dorayaki looks absolutely enormous. There’s no way I could finish it.)

Kagari: “I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

Emma: “I’m glad. Just one bite is enough for me, so maybe you could—”

Kagari: “You wanted to try both smooth and chunky red bean filling, right? Don’t worry, I brought both.”

Emma: “No, you’ve got it backwards! It’s too much!!”

Clavis: “If it’s sweets you want, I’ve brought some Clavis-brand treats as well. They’re small, making it perfect for you as you are now.”

Emma: “Wow, they really are tiny… It’s amazing! My whole field of vision is sparkling with rainbow colors right now!”

Keith: “Ah… Emma was caught up in trouble again…”

And so, somehow, we made it out of the forest and arrived at an open area… but—

Keith: “That’s…”

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[janwasopimeja]

Keith Moon really gives tiny dog that you found dying in the rain so you took him into your warm house and then he stole all your whiskey and absolutely destroyed everything you own but he was so cute you had to keep him.

[keithsandwich]

Let me tell you about the fairy story for Keith's sequel release because I love it very much.

Translator read, I might have missed something.

MC, Keith, Kagari and Clavis enter a Jadean forest they wanted to see and MC immediately turns into a little fairy.

First, she doesn't get what's happening and why they are looking at her so surprised, but she notices they got huge all of sudden... And so did the whole forest.

The guys plan to get out of the forest to see if she returns to normal, but she can't listen to them well because she's so tiny (?), so she flies closer to them.

Clavis gets interested in studying the mechanics of her wings and makes MC uncomfortable, so she goes next to Kagari.

Kagari starts looking at her like a cat looking at a laser pointer and makes MC even more uncomfortable.

With Keith she feels safe, and that's when she ends up getting to sit in his hair 💖

They try to get out of the forest but they get lost. MC offers to fly over the trees to try to see the way out and while up there, a crow attacks her. Clavis does something to save her (I didn't get what, but MC sees sparkles in the air and thinks it's beautiful. Glitter bomb maybe? I'm not sure).

They follow the direction MC saw but get lost again. Kagari starts marking the way with something related to cats and MC thinks it's cute. Kagari also saves them from a wild boar that appears just glaring at it.

They finally get out of the forest to a clearing. There's a statue in there. Keith remembers that the forest belongs to a fairy queen, the one represented by that statue. Clavis doesn't think the statue looks like a fairy queen at all and Keith concludes this is the problem. The statue is unkept and abandoned. The fairy queen is angry no one gave her attention for a while and punished the people who entered her forest -- the woman, actually, because she's a jealous lady (?). But there's something for the guys too, because she also makes the forest animals angry and they start getting attacked by the boar and a wild deer (I don't know if there's more than one of each).

Keith remembers that they should offer the fairy queen hawthorn flowers in order to appease her. Kagari and Clavis stay in the clearing dealing with the animals (and they think this is fun?) while Keith and MC go back to the forest to look for the flowers.

Keith can smell them because of his super sense of smell and indicates the way to MC, who gets the flowers.

When they're back they give the flowers to the statue and it makes the animals calm down and return to the forest, but before MC can return to normal, a wind blows, carrying her away!

And MC wakes up in the greenhouse. She must've fallen asleep while reading Jade's lore about fairies, and she can smell the hawthorn flowers blooming close to her.

That's the common three parts story from the event. There's still a Kind Keith story, an Alter Keith story and a story in her pov. Those feature tiny fairy MC but aren't necessarily connected to the first story if I got it right -- she simply turns into a fairy out of the blue in the palace while waiting for Keith to pick her up for a date. And while in the first story she instantly knows how to fly, these ones are all about Keith helping her learn how to fly.

I just love love love this theme for Keith and how Jade has a fairy lore because of course they do. I couldn't be happier about it -- since the very first story I wrote about Keith and Maeve there are fairies being mentioned lol

[des2dream]

My Thoughts on Disney's Chibiverse!

Here's my take! When it first came out as Chibi Tiny Tales, I thought it was cute. Even though none of the characters talk (only react), it was still cute. Then, I learned it was becoming a series & I was a bit excited, but the first two seasons is just a talk show with two different Disney Channel shows (in front of all the Chibi characters) intertwining while being a clip show airing the same shorts from Chibi Tiny Tales that we ALREADY saw! It was like The House of Mouse...but it WISHES it could be that good! Seeing all the characters in the Disney Channel & Disney TVA universe interact is fun & all, but not when they barely speak or do anything interesting. Even the talk show segments weren't the best (except the Shipping/Valentines Day episode), but still enjoyable. Then, Season 3 came out & rebranded the series as The Chibiverse....

Oh my gosh! Season 3 is a major improvement! The premiere got me hooked & I watched more episodes that are just as entertaining. A lot of voice actors/actors came back to reprise their roles as the characters once more with each episode being seven minutes long in hijinx & wacky shenanigans! WHERE WAS THIS TWO SEASONS AGO?!!! This is what I always wanted out of this show! None of that talk show/clip show stuff! Finally the characters are interacting with each other, hanging out together, going on adventures together, there's new songs, new funny lines, ALL OF THAT! I don't understand why most people take the series too seriously when not even the show itself takes it so seriously! I just accept it for what it is now! The recent episodes really took my breath away because what do you mean Jack McBrayer came to reprise his role for Wander & he gets to SING?!! Not to mention Keith Ferguson reprises his role as Lord Hater in a Star Trek parody episode also starring Hailey from Hailey's On It?! I'm so happy! I'm glad people still remember Wander Over Yonder!!! I'm having a lot of fun with Chibiverse now!

[lilxmoo]

Pets I think Squad 312 would have, but it's very specific

Tyler - The obvious choice is a golden retriever, but I think he would love and own a pitbull/staffy. Her name is Luna, (he's not a creative guy) and even though she looks scary, she's an absolute baby who loves being cradled. She sits on his chest as much as she can, and even though Tyler originally wanted to train her to do tricks, the best she's got is sit and shake. Has the biggest baby eyes that can make Ty do anything 🥺 It's not uncommon to hear Tyler say; "Luna, jump. Luna, Lu- that's not - naw, you can have a treat for being cute :("

Scarlett - she's really not much of an animal gal, but she found the tiiiniest little kitten on the street one day that latched onto her, and she never let her go. Y'know the type, the little ones that put their whole body into meowing and it's just a tiny squeak. Its a little white cat, and she named it Bae <3 absolutely pampers the little thing with treats and a massive cat climbing thing in her room that the lil thing can't even get up 💕 she combs Bae's hair often, and both of them love it. Especially when Scarlett is gossiping with Auri or Fin while doing so. She carries Bae in her purse everywhere she goes, like a scifi equivalent of the 2000's poodle.

Cat - a bird, (obviously) but specifically a parrot. She probably got it through some drunk deal at a pub one night, and figured, eh, it has wings, may as well keep it. She named him Raptor (she was sixteen and edgy), and Raptor is a MENACE. Bites fingers until they bleed, screams as loud as possible at the most inconvenient times and pisses on your shoulder. But it's worth it in Cat's eyes, because he listens to her and she taught him to say cuss words. She says that he calls everyone a motherfucker because of whoever owned him last, but everyone knows the truth.

Finian - He's a frog guy. He is SUCH a frog guy. Dariel has fish, Fin has frogs. Like Scarlett, he's not one for animals, but mainly because he doesn't like animals that are less....animal. Anything with fur, for example. (Cuz Gremps, etc) If it can learn to open a door, that's already a bit weird for him. However, little slimy things are ok with him. He has five little frogs named Ian, Keith, Andrew, Graham, and David. (He thought it was funny) They're all small and adorable, and quite frankly have very little behind the eyes. Anything more high- maintenance is very inconvenient for him, so his little office things are perfect. However, Bae has a very soft spot in his heart.

Aurora - Rabbit!!!! She has the cutest little bunny that Kal gave her for her birthday after discovering how much she loves them, and she ADORES her little fluffball. His name is Merlin, a little white ball of poof who Auri squeals over almost every day. He has a massive cage, decorated to the nine, but he's almost never in there because Auri is holding him so often. So often, in fact, she forgets he's there sometimes, going to pick something else up on instinct, where Kal will immediately pick up Merlin in replacement. It's a system. She has a pale purple leash for him and everything 😭 (shes so cute djsjsjsnskanajxfja

Zila - Every animal shes ever had is a science experiment 💀 however, Nari has a little sausage dog named Diddles, and since Nari loves Diddles, Zila ....tolerates Diddles. He gives her a MEAN stink eye, and she will respond fully conversationally. Nari will be like, "Yay you're both getting along! :D" and as soon as she leaves, Diddles will look Zila dead in the eye until she starts yapping about the tax bracket to him, silent passive-aggressive energy being thrown between the two.

Kal - Listen, Aurora is so infatuated with Merlin, there's no room for any more animals between them. However, Kal really likes animals in general, and there's a farm of Yeins near their house on New Syldra - they're the equivalent of Horses, but more dragon-like. He loves spending days there when Auri is busy, and volunteers there often when he can. There's one particular Yein named Kirai who is his favorite, and she's a gentle thing who likes to play cheeky tricks on him, like hiding the buckets 🥺 I can see him taking care of most animals, honestly, and is more than happy to babysit any of the Squad's pets when needed. He also has plenty of plants :)

[shellkissed]

AHH I LOVED YOU ACE X TWO-BIT X SODAPOP X READER! IT WAS SO CUTE

Could I request something similar, but the 4 are hanging out at readers house?? TY!

Author's Note: ayyyy yes ofc! woop woop

The Warmth of Our Hearts

Ace x Two-Bit x Sodapop x fem!reader

You didn’t have much, but you had a front porch with a swing, a hand-me-down record player, and a bedroom with enough floor space for three very loud, very affectionate greasers to pile into.

And to them? That was everything.

“Hey, sweetheart, you home?” Two-Bit’s voice rang from outside, followed by the slam of your screen door and Ace’s usual, “Keith, she has a doorbell, you animal.”

“You’re animals,” you called from the kitchen, peeking out with a grin.

Sodapop appeared next to Ace like a golden blur, tossing his arms around your waist like he was home. “We brought snacks. And Ace stole sodas from the store again.”

“They were asking for it,” Ace said, leaning casually in the doorway with a bag of chips in her hand, eyes twinkling as she tossed it at you. “Hi, pretty girl.”

Your face went hot as she winked at you, then shoved Two-Bit as he tripped trying to reach for the couch first.

The gang collapsed into your living room like they belonged there. Ace was already sprawled on your bed, boots kicked off and socks mismatched, flipping through your records like it was her job. Two-Bit opened the bag of chips and immediately got crumbs all over your rug. And Sodapop—Soda just smiled, dropped onto the floor in front of your couch, and tugged you right into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You didn’t fight it. You never could.

“You guys act like you live here,” you teased, resting your back against Soda’s chest as his hands found yours.

“That’s because we should,” Two-Bit said, tossing a chip in the air and catching it. “Your soap doesn’t smell like motor oil.”

Ace looked up from the record she was holding, head tilted. “Can you blame us? It’s safe here.”

Your heart thudded.

Safe.

No gangs. No busted knuckles. No fighting for space or trying to be tough. Just four greasers tucked together in a too-small house, with laughter and warmth and the hum of old rock ‘n’ roll.

Ace finally picked a record and dropped the needle. Elvis. Of course.

You watched her sway a little, hips moving, grin wide. “C’mon, Soda. Dance with me.”

Soda jumped up, tugging you with him, and in seconds all three of you were spinning around the living room—Ace grabbing your hands, Soda twirling you like a princess, and Two-Bit clapping along like a total dork until he couldn’t help himself and jumped in too.

You were breathless from laughing when the song ended. The four of you collapsed in a tangle on your couch, limbs overlapping, cheeks flushed.

Two-Bit slung an arm over your stomach and gave a satisfied sigh. “This. This is the life.”

Ace buried her face in your shoulder, her voice muffled and soft. “Love you guys.”

Soda kissed your temple. “You’re our girl, you know that? The best of all of us.”

You tucked yourself between them and smiled so big it ached.

Because yeah, your house was small. Your couch squeaked. And you’d probably wake up with Ace’s elbow in your ribs and Two-Bit stealing the blanket again.

But it didn’t matter.

You had your people.

And in their arms, in your tiny home, the world felt warm for once.

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Author's Note: who's ready for the tony's (ME ME ME)

[keithkog]

whats ur opinion on ants?

(and do you think they should be edible?/j)

They’re cute and small while some of them are deadly. Which is honestly my favorite combination. I think they’re cool, strong little guys. Uh- Should they be edible? To that I say, no? They’re so tiny and like to have a mouthful you would need so many.

They also don’t seem very nutritious. I would have to do some research into their nutritional value but ants usually subsist on sugary foods right? Doesn’t seem particularly healthy from surface level observation.

-Keith

[sexisbetteronthemoon]

pretty please i need a reference for two of yr fav creature things from sibotm for something im working on pretty please pretty please

AHH? HELLO?????? vibrating in my chair as i type this and desperately want to see!!

but oh, damn. my faves? 😩 that's a tough one. i love them all! 🤔 

the tarantulas are for sure one. (they're just so cute and they just want cuddles from Lance 🥺 (big mood)) as for the second.. dang. maybe the lumbering giants of the caves? the velvet trees? the moss snakes? tiny simians.. kazoo bird.. the massive unicorns.. it's really hard to choose. i love all of my babies.

i'll go with the lumbering giants bc reasons.

↓ info under cut ↓

damn dude way to out me. i don't have actual refs.. i always make shit up on the spot 😬 and end up filling in details during editing. so i only have the descriptions from sibotm:

bit more detail:

tarantulas:  inspired by the cobalt blue tarantula. rust-colored with blue vertical stripes along its legs. white puffballs around its pincers. four large eyes (square positioning) and two smaller ones at the corners. they have cobalt blue stripes along the legs.

poorly made ref:

lumbering giants: they're the mammoths of the underground, the top of Keith's head would only just touch this thing's belly. they have the torso of a gorilla, forelegs are thick, hinged like a spider's, and the hind legs of a camel (except thicker).

forelegs: the end of the leg is one giant claw, two feet long, tho the end of it is bent like a hook from how they walk on it. they're also not exactly claws, but BONE! like an elephant tusk, but claw-shaped. they're soft at birth, like the skull of a baby, so when they walk, it bends and hardens up to its permanent shape. (Keith could not see this very well and assumed it was a claw/keratin.) they have outward facing elbows and a lower "knee" joint. 

hind legs: spaced out further than its forelegs. much like a deer's hind legs, but with a camel's foot.

legs thicken up around the bicep/thigh area.

body: partly hunched like a camel's hump, but shaped like a gorilla's torso. (same range of motion in arms and legs.)

fun fact: when they sleep, they curl up like spiders, though they can sleep standing. sometimes they sleep in water, (flooding season) hooking one leg to the creatures close to them in so that the herd doesn't drift apart and so they can lay their heads on each other if needed). they also fight with the "claws" and do a sweeping motion with their forelegs to take out another's legs.

they're covered in long, corded white fur that reaches down to their ankles. they have large eyes, though are blind, and their heads are much like an anteaters with bovine ears.

here's a poor depiction i made of the head (forgot the ears, so pls imagine they're there):

more refs (sorry about the badly drawn foreleg 😔):

[lmmontgomerypolls]

🦇You’re Trick’or’Treating at the Avonlea Church’s 🎃 Annual Harvest Festival;

*poll submitted by 👤@gogandmagog, thank you! this was so fun. (:

1. A Plum Puff from Green Gables. This is a sacred dessert, from the highly guarded and highly secret Cuthbert family cookbook. Don’t let your mom see this puff, or she’ll try to take it home and reverse engineer the recipe, before you get a bite.

2. Oh no. Liniment cupcake. 🤢 Party might be over for you…

3. A tiny pocket-sized Bible. From Mrs Rachel. She doesn’t believe in practising Halloween, and thinks even this whole ‘Harvest Festival’ thing is pagan, and sinful, and she can’t believe that the Reverend would allow it.

4. … mixed nuts? They’re a little stale. And there’s a really good chance that these are what Mister Harrison donated, after forgetting he’d signed up to help out, and they’re actually meant for treats for his parrot Ginger. 🦜🥜

5. A carmel apple! You’re so lucky, this looks like it was one of the famous Blythe Farm strawberry apples too.

6. Throat lozenges. 😅 These must be from the Barry’s. Ever since Minnie May got so sick a couple of years ago, Mrs. Barry has become a total hypochondriac.

7. Nice, actual candy. Nerds Clusters too. One bag of these contains all essential nutrients needed to sustain life, everyone knows that.

8. A jar full of Davy Keith’s gory Halloween themed slime. There’s a hand-written coupon for 50¢ off a future purchase from his and Milty Boulter’s slime business, too. Should probably just be glad there’s no bugs in this stuff, right? 😅

9. Mary Joe’s shortcake. Paul Irving’s grandma says it’s too rich for kids’ stomachs, which may or may not be true, but considering there’s at least no eyeballs in it, it’s probably a win.

[nostalgicish]

My favorite tropes in klance fanfics that are never not funny (to me):

"Fighting" over little things

Lance: "I cannot believe you just said that......" Keith: "What?? I stand by what I said. Anchovies are objectively bad and are by far the worst pizza topping." Lance: "What! A pizza without anchovies is like— like a rose without petals! an ocean without waves! a night sky without stars! Keith: "Don't care. They're gross." Lance, theatrically: "You wound me!"

Then bringing the others into it

Lance: "Hunk, are you hearing this nonsense??" Hunk: "Nope, sorry bud, I'm with Keith on this one— anchovies are nasty." Lance: *clutches his chest like he's been fucking shot*

Keith getting confused by Lance's bad flirting but it ends up working on him anyways (i.e. wrong formula right answer)

Lance: "Holy shit, dude. Your hand looks super heavy. Do you want me to hold it for you? Keith, confused: "It's uh... I was— my hand? I— uhh...... yes...?"

Keith pretending he hates pet names/PDA

Lance, planting a wet kiss on Keith's cheek: "Anything for you, baby." Keith, trying really hard not to smile: "Oh my god you're so embarrassing."

Casual sibling-energy banter among the team

Lance: "Pidge is sooooo tiny. She's like. Three feet tall! So cute!" Pidge: "Lance, I swear to God. I will beat your ass." Lance: "Bring it, munchkin. We put out the mousetraps." Hunk: "Oohhh!" *high fives Lance* Pidge: "I am going to bash in your kneecaps." Keith, deadpan: "He'll just stand on the table then." Hunk: "OOHHHH" *high fives Keith* Pidge: *deep inhale* Pidge, eerily calm: "I'm gonna give you guys. a five-second head start... One..." Keith: "Uh... a head start for what?" Pidge: "Two..." Lance: "Wait, like five seconds each or...?" Pidge, gritting: "THREE..." Hunk: "Go go go gogogogogo—"

(unabashedly stole part of that from "Shut Up and Dance With Me" by wittyy_name on ao3)

Everyone knows they're in love EXCEPT them/the team placing bets on them (is it overdone? yes. is it still funny? to me?? also yes.)

Keith: "And uh... guys? There's... one more thing we need to tell you—" Lance, blurting: "WE'RE DATING." Everyone: "..." Pidge: "Fucking finally." Hunk: "Hah! Pay up, guys!" Shiro, pulling a $20 out of his wallet: "Seriously? You guys couldn't wait one more week?" Coran, whispering to Allura: "They weren't courting before??" Allura: "I'm just as confused as you are."

And like. a million other things! i love them!!

[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

Pairing: Keith Emerson/Greg Lake

Rating: explicit

Warnings: dubcon...sorta

Word count: 2k

Hmm this is very different than what I normally post but I've had this fic sitting in my notes app for a while and deciding its good enough to post, basically it's Keith's first time with a man and that man happens to be Greg ;)

Keith always felt pent up after a show, maybe it was the thrill of being in front of such a large audience, or his habit of humping keyboards. But one thing was for certain his pants were getting tight in the crotch area and he needed some action.

Backstage Greg was sweaty and still catching his breath. As soon as he saw Keith he could sense the tension, he was flushed, and walking in a way that suggested he was trying to hide something. So many times this had happend and so many times Greg had let Keith find some random chick to satisfy his urges but not tonight.

As Keith walked by Greg tugged on his wrist, stopping him from leaving. Without making it far too obvious he pulled Keith down to his level so he could whisper in his ear.

"I know what you want" he spoke slowly lowering his voice a little "there's a supply closet just down the hall"

He'd taken the boldest approach and was unsure what he would do if he got turned down. Anxiously Greg watched Keith for any kind of reaction, he was clearly surprised either by the fact that Greg wanted him or that it was so obvious he needed to get fucked.

Greg exhaled and Keith shivered at the feeling of his warm breath. He shook a little trying to formulate a response, he could sense Greg getting impatient. Keith's face grew warm and his palms were getting sweaty, he wanted this Keith had known he liked men for a while just hadn't had the opportunity to act on it yet. He was just shocked that Greg of all people would offer to "give him a hand".

"Sure.." he stuttered trying to keep the desire out of his voice.

Greg giggled, and looked around to make sure they were mostly alone before sliding an arm around Keith's slim waist. He walked slowly to make Keith more desperate as he whispered sweet and dirty things in his ear.

"You know...you looked gorgeous out there tonight" he smirked "I can't wait to see what you look like when I make you beg for it"

Greg felt the way Keith tensed under his grip and it only encouraged him. Keith's thoughts were racing and Greg's arm felt heavy and warm on his bare waist. The contact was making his already horny thoughts so much more heinous.

"I can't wait you hear you scream and moan my name in you're cute little voice" His voice dripped with sensuality.

At this point Keith's pants are wet with precum and his legs are starting to tremble. God Gregs deep voice turned him on. He wasn't used to this kind of attention from a man, especially not Greg. It left him wondering if this was some kind of prank, he was too nice for that though and Keith knew it.

Greg pushed open the closet door with the arm that wasn't holding Keith and audibly sighed in relief when he saw there was a lock. He made sure to close the door gently to not attract the attention of anybody lingering backstage.

Greg quickly pinned Keith up agaisnt the wall making sure he couldnt move too much, it was a tiny room but they could make do. He started to strip Keith, he fought back a little out of instinct but Greg could handle him. Greg found it adorable the way Keith blushed and whined as he was undressed.

"Shhhh relax, I won't hurt you" Greg winked.

Goosebumps covered Keith's body and he stared at Greg with wide glassy eyes. His dick was painfully hard and he was ready to start pleading. Keith had no idea of what Greg's plan were for him, it made him even more turned on thinking about all the depraved fantasies he could have forced on him. It was too much to bear, Keith let a soft whine escape his lips as a way to get Greg going.

Greg was too busy admiring Keith's beautifully thin body, the way his ribs were slightly visible through his skin, and how his waist curved, and his skinny but not awfully lanky limbs. He ran his hand over Keith's torso, he wasn't awfully hairy but his chest and stomach had a thin layer of fuzz. As his hand approached Keith's stiff dick he paused wanting to make things last longer.

He let go of Keith only to remove his own pants and underwear. Greg chose to keep his top on as a way to appear less vulnerable.

Keith was really shaking now, he was too horny to regret anything yet but damn was Greg larger than Keith expected him to be. His hard, veiny cock throbbed and dripped tantalizingly.

Greg smirked "what're you staring at?" He asked teasingly. Looking down at Keith through half lidded eyes.

Keith's lips parted slightly, he could only whimper in response. His face was warm, he felt overly exposed and wanted to take a breather.

Greg cupped Keith's face "come onnn" he drawled "use your words like a good boy".

Greg was taking full advantage of their height difference to loom over Keith. Keith knew Greg had the size advantage here was no way he could over power him, no escape he was Greg's bitch for the time being.

Keith inhaled and pushed out a single "please" his voice was high and whiny but he wasn't able to be embarrassed, he needed this.

"Hmmm" Greg raised his eyebrows at Keith and made a smug face "could you repeat that"

Bastard, Keith thought he let his chest rise and fall dramatically then said again, louder "please" He looked up at Greg with large pitiful eyes.

Greg rolled his eyes but was too hard to keep this going any longer. "Turn around" he said as he took Keith by the shoulders and pushed him back up against the wall, ass facing him.

Keith shook and whimpered as Greg got him into position. "I haven't even done anything yet" he berated trying to sound annoyed but he found Keith so adorable. He looked so submissive bent down arms braced against the wall with his tight little butt facing upwards.

Greg tugged on Keith's hair to pull his head back and stuffed two fingers in his mouth. "Suck"

Keith did as he was told even if he wasnt sure what was going on. When Greg pulled his fingers away, he quickly without warning plunged one into Keith's hole.

"God you're so tight" he half complained as he tried to loosen Keith up.

Keith whined and jolted in response, he'd never done this before of course he was tight. It shocked him how experienced Greg seemed, he'd need to ask him about it later he had a sneaking suspicion Greg was fucking around with a lot of other men.

Greg's impatience was getting the better of him when he considered ditching the prep and going for it. It would hurt Keith but damn would it feel good. Fuck it, he decided he'd probably heard that his first time would hurt anyways. If Greg was being honest the power was going to his head he wanted to see Keith whine and cry for him like a dog.

He retracted his finger and aligned his hips with Keith's hole, "ready?" He couldn't keep the arousal out of his voice.

Greg didn't wait for a reply, he inserted himself into Keith's entrance violently. He felt Keith's body tense around him and it pulled a groan from deep inside his chest.

Keith screamed and braced himself against the wall. He was panting from the sharp pain, his legs felt like they were going to give out from under him. His eyes watered a little from the ache that spread through him. It felt good though, or he wanted to make himself think it felt good.

Greg took hold of Keith's slim hips so he could thrust deeper and harder. He shook and tried to jerk out of his grasp but Greg dug his nails into Keith's skin like an animal. Greg was going to get what he wanted, he needed it Keith was far to perfect and only his for right now.

Keith cried out in protest, it didn't deter him at all though. Very slowly Keith started to adjust and pleasure took over his mind. Keith moaned and screamed, Greg didn't even think to tell him to shut up. They both just silently prayed there was no one close enough to hear.

Greg moved one of his hands away from Keith's hip to cup around his waist and stomach. Warmth radiated from the area, Greg could feel the thin layer of sweat on Keith's skin from all the rough movement.

"You feel so good" he panted. "You're such a good boy Keith" praise started fall from his lips before he could stop it.

"You're so cute, God look at yourself you're a mess for me".

Greg moaned into Keith's ear, panting against his face as he thrust deeply in and out. He couldn't stop admiring Keith's beauty at the same time though, he was so handsome yet fragile in a way that made Greg want to break him.

He paused and carresed Keith's body as his thrusts calmed down a little "beautiful" he whispered.

Keith's body responded to the praise in a way he found humiliating. His face was pink and sweaty and his cock throbbed, he wanted Greg so bad. It hurt but his body craved release.

Keith huffed "I need you" his voice was high and brittle.

Greg heard him clear enough though and picked up the pace. "You're so eager, my little slut" he said in a deceptively sweet voice.

He dipped his head into the crook of Keith's shoulder as he thrusted and sunk his teeth into the soft skin there. He was met with a low moan in response, he could feel Keith's trembling now.

The small room was filled with sounds of pleasure and occasional yelps of pain. Pure heat radiated off of them as they both started to grow desperate. Tears streaked down Keith's face as Greg continued to pump his hips into Keith's aching ass.

Greg bit down again as he climaxed and came inside Keith's shaky little body. Keith cried out from the foreign sensation and the feeling of Greg's teeth breaking skin.

Instead of pulling out Greg lingered inside and rested his cheek on Keith's soft hair. He moved his hands up from Keith's slender frame to brush the tears from his eyes.

"You did so good" Greg's voice came out squeaky and breathless.

Greg pulled out but Keith whined "Greg.." he was pouting now. Why did it have to stop but more importantly why did Keith want something that hurt enough to make him sob.

He pressed himself up against Keith's bare back "you're so needy" he sighed placing a small kiss on Keith's head.

Greg stayed like that taking in the warmth of Keith's body. Keith wanted Greg to take his shirt off but he didn't think to ask. He did know something else to ask for though.

"Greg, suck my dick" he chuckled breathlessly at his own request. If Keith didn't get to cum he was going to explode or at least punch Greg in his smug face.

Greg was a bit surprised by Keith's boldness but he deserved it after being so good for him. To be honest he felt a little guilty for being so violent with somebody like Keith, he deserved to be treated softly.

Keith positioned himself against the wall in a way that put his dick right agaisnt Greg's belly then directed him to get on his knees.

Before Greg got started Keith also requested he get naked also which bothered him a bit but he wanted to make Keith feel good so he did it anyways. Keith just wanted them to be equally exposed, Greg didn't have any type of high ground over him if he was fully naked and on his knees. Also, Greg was gorgeous and Keith needed to see all of him.

Greg wrapped his lips around Keith's hard cock and ran his tounge over the tip. He let it fill his mouth as he sucked and moaned around it. This wasn't his first time giving a blow job, though Keith was much more...responsive then most other men.

Keith planted his hands in Greg's hair as he started thrust into his mouth. He gagged and Keith giggled like a maniac. Greg wanted to tell him off but he couldn't even manage an eye roll at the moment.

Greg could feel Keith's dick throb as he desperately thrust deeper and deeper. Greg's eyes were watering now. Above him Keith was groaning and whining for more.

Quickly without warning Keith came down Greg's throat, he was in too deep so his only option was to swallow. He howled in pleasure as he finally got the release he was craving.

Greg pulled away, he was panting heavily. Keith took this opportunity to kneel down and plant a sloppy kiss on Greg's soft lips.

At first he didn't respond but he started to kiss back hungrily, wrapping his arms around Keith and pulling him in close. They were both naked and sweaty kissing all over each other, enjoying the warmth and skin on skin contact.

Greg pulled Keith on top of him and held him tightly, in response Keith planted a little kiss on Greg's soft cheek.

"You make such a good pillow" Keith said before burying his face in Greg's chest.

Greg sighed happily and figured he could stay here with Keith a little while longer.