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I hear you're writing a book????? what's it about????? :)

I am!! It’s a wlw book about a Christian girl who makes a new friend and has a sort of… Gay panic and identity crisis. Haha it’s based off my coming out to myself and my relationship with my girlfriend. I’m looking to finish it by the end of the year, and I’m hoping to publish it soon after!

This idea isn't mine, I couldn't copy the link. User is anonymous. Keith gaining a weight from all of Hunks cooking and baking. He's really embarrassed at first but Hunk is in love with his bodies changes. To show him he loves his body he buys him new Lingerie, gives him a good fucking, makes his favorite cake, buys him flowers and cuddles him.

I’m finally back at it! For now, anyways. Have some soft heith :) I picked a bit of what I wanted to write from the prompt, I hope you don’t mind.

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Keith stared into the mirror, his gaze dull as his hands run down his sides. There were new stretch marks around his belly. His shirts had to be continually tugged down to cover the slight pudge that had developed. His leggings rolled down underneath his belly and hardly stayed up due to the extra weight he was carrying in his waist and ass. But now, standing in front of the mirror in his and Hunk’s room, clad only in his boxers, he felt so much worse than he did when he was in his clothes.

He presses his waist in with his hands, stifling a sniff and blinking past the burning sting in his eyes. Wow. What a childish thing to cry over - gaining weight. Keith stares at himself, self hatred rearing its ugly head. Not only at the image in front of him, but the reaction he was giving.

This whole thing was partly his boyfriend’s fault. After coming back from space, they had all been a little malnourished and battle weary. So Hunk had taken it upon himself to feed Keith better than he had been since he was a kid and his dad was still around. This included a lot of baking, traditional American cuisine and also the typical Korean and Hawaiian dishes that the two were natively accustomed to.

It was only supposed to help him fill out a little, but Keith had gotten lazy with training and working out now that it wasn’t exclusively required on a daily basis; thus the weight gain. He’d been ignoring it valiantly. Today, though… He had wanted to put on the lingerie that Hunk had bought him a while ago, surprise his boyfriend when he came home from bringing food to the others.

It hadn’t fit. He’d hardly been able to squeeze into it when the delicate lace had ripped and he was stuck staring down at the ruined outfit. Now he was here.

Keith is crying when Hunk comes home, not at all noticed by the former red paladin. “Hey babe, I’m - Keith? Keith, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Keith shakes his head, scrubbing at his eyes and reaching for his clothes quickly, like a cat spooked back into hiding. “I’m fine. Nothing.”

Hunk’s eyes scan the room, taking in everything. The ripped lingerie, the discarded clothes, the ashamed flush on Keith’s chest and ears. He sighs softly, walking over and tugging Keith away from his clothes. “Hey,” he murmurs. “C’mere.”

Keith doesn’t have time to dispute his boyfriend as he’s pulled into a warm hug. Traitorous tears threaten to spill again, but this time he doesn’t even have energy to push them back down. He sniffs thickly, melting against Hunk when he passes a massive hand over his spine.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Hunk asks, the question rumbling deep in his chest.

“I’m disgusting.” Keith answers after a moment, his voice dull and weepy. “I ripped the lingerie you bought me because I wanted to surprise you but I’m - I’m too fat.” His voice cracks.

The Hawaiian pulls back, frowning and holding his boyfriend at arms length. “That’s okay. We can buy you new lingerie. That set is kind of old, anyways.”

“But that isn’t the point!” Keith cries. “I wanted to feel beautiful, to dress up for you and make you feel good. But now I’ve ruined it.”

“Keith,” Hunk sighs, slightly put out. “It isn’t ruined, baby.”

Keith rakes his hands down his face with a shaky breath. “Yeah, but it was supposed to be about you. Now it’s about me.”

“I think maybe you need it.” Hunk soothes, pulling him back and kissing his forehead. His hands wander down his sides, firm and careful. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” Keith says grudgingly. “But I’m making it up to you.”

“Later.” Hunk agrees, reaching down and squeezing at Keith’s ass, earning a soft squeak. He walks them backwards until his boyfriend is sitting on the bed, looking up at him. His gaze softens at the remnants of tears on those pale cheeks, the self doubt and guilt and shame lingering in those amethyst eyes.

“Lay down, baby.” He requests. Keith obliges, settling down on the bed and avoiding his gaze.

Hunk kneels over him, pressing soft kisses over his cheekbones, raining them over his nose, placing them over his lips. The Korean lets out a soft sigh, his eyes flickering shut, a crease between his eyebrows the only indication of being stuck in his head. Hunk planned to change that.

He spends the next few minutes lavishing kisses over as much of Keith as he has the boy writhing underneath him, slowly worked up, before he moves on to making him feel good. Hunk seals his lip over a nipple, flicking his gaze up and sucking slowly. The Korean gasps, tossing his head back, clinging to the sheets.

“You’re so beautiful,” Hunk murmurs, kissing his way to the other one, teasing it to a flushed and tender point with his tongue. Keith mewls his pleasure, quiet and shaking.

The Hawaiian shifts down, pressing his face into his belly for a moment, his hands stroking the insides of Keith’s thighs before tugging his boxers off, leaving Keith bare and open.

“So eager for me.” He coos, pulling away to look down at him.

Keith is a sight to behold. His ebony hair spills over the pale yellow sheets, his amethyst eyes hooded and darkened with arousal. His pale skin is flushed with it, his cock already hard against his belly. Hunk takes a breath, wishing he could do nothing more than devote his life to worshiping the deity spread out underneath him, the best thing he had been blessed with. He sends a silent thank you to the holy Pele, as far from her as he was.

“Hunk,” Keith begs, reaching for him, needy and wanting.

“I’ve got you, koʻu lani.” He settles between his legs, taking Keith into his hand and stroking him. Keith’s mouth falls open in a breathless cry, his head tilting back and his eyes closing underneath the ministrations of his lover. Hunk drinks it all in, filing it away underneath the place he kept when he wanted to remember just how beautiful his boyfriend truly is.

It doesn’t take much to bring the Korean to the brink. Under Hunk’s gentle hands and loving gaze, he doesn’t stand a chance. With the gentle murmuring of come on, sweetheart, that’s it from his boyfriend, Keith comes undone at the seams with a breathless little gasp.

The afterglow is heaven, especially when he’s cleaned up and wrapped in a loving embrace.

“Do you feel better?” Hunk whispers into his hair, his body curled around Keith protectively.

“Yeah,” he answers, his throat thick with emotion. “Yeah. Thank you.”

He can feel the press of Hunk’s smile in his hair. “I love you, Keith Kogane.”

“I love you, too.”

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Requests are CLOSED for now.

Oof has anyone done this yet?

Plus One

“No way,” Keith whispers, staring down at the test. It was the third test he’d taken. Tests couldn’t be wrong three times, right? “No way!”

There’s a knock on the bathroom door. “Keith?” Comes the voice of his worried alpha. “Is everything okay? You’ve been in there for a long time.”

The omega jumps into action, grabbing all the evidence off the counter and shoving it into the drawer they hardly touched, except to throw random bathroom related crap in. “I’m fine!”

“Are… you sure? If you need help, I can-”

“No!” Keith yelps, too quickly. He winces, closing the drawer carefully. He didn’t need to give Lance any clues. There was no way his alpha was going to find out he was pregnant like this. They had been trying for well over a year - this had to be absolutely special! Taking a test and showing it to him was good, but… Not enough.

The omega opens the door, abruptly stopping himself from colliding with Lance’s chest. He clears his throat, tilting his head up slightly to look at him. “Uh. Hi.”

“Hey,” his mate’s eyebrow quirks, a smile tugging the corner of his lips up. “What’re you up to?”

“...Nothing.” Keith smiles innocently. “I’m gonna go out for a bit, okay?”

Lance blinks. “Oh. I can come with you, if you want…”

“Nope!” Keith grins, leaning up and giving him a kiss. “No, you stay here. It’s your night to make dinner and laundry needs to be done. I’ll be back in a couple hours, tops.”

“Babe,” the alpha whines, catching him by the waist and ducking his head to kiss the side of his face. Keith leans into the attention for a moment, then huffs and gently pulls away from his mate. Lance’s pathetic, sad noise is almost enough to make him stay. But if he stayed, he would crack and tell him the news.

Definitely not. Lance deserved the world. This was going to be a celebration. “Don’t ‘babe’ me,” Keith laughs, swatting his hip as he maneuvers himself around his mate. “I’ll be back soon! This isn’t the end of the world.”

“I’m gonna die!” Lance huffs dramatically, trailing after him.

Keith rolls his eyes, grabbing his keys and slipping into his shoes. “I highly doubt that you’re going to die, Lance.”

“I could! I could waste away from lack of exposure to… to…”

“To?” Keith repeats, throwing an amused look over his shoulder.

“I dunno,” he admits, sheepish, rubbing his neck. “Your scent? Your presence? All of you?”

“You’re sweet, but I’m still going out. Don’t burn the house down while I’m gone.”

The alpha perks up. “Will you come back if I burn it down?”

Keith whirls around, pointing at him. “I swear to God, Lance McClain, if I come back to find my perfectly good house burnt to the ground, I will sell you to the freaking gypsies.”

Lance blinks owlishly at him. “Do gypsies even exist anymore?”

“I will find some! Behave yourself.” He huffs, unlocking the front door. “I’ll be back. I love you.”

“Love you, too! Text me when you’re on the way home.”

Keith smiles, closing the door behind him and walking to his car. Now to find a baby store…

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Two hours was definitely not enough. Keith got lost in the giant baby supply store, pushing a cart around and staring in awe at all of the tiny clothes. Were babies really that small? There was no way he had ever been so tiny. Well, okay, he wasn’t very big now - but that was the whole secondary gender thing.

The smells in this place were very overwhelming. He needed to find something that didn’t attack his senses and made him calm. He wanted their baby to smell good and be comfortable as well. So Keith found a small hippo stuffed animal. The body was a grey and blue blanket, fuzzy and soft smelling.

Keith also found a tiny green onesie with “If you think I’m cute, you should see my daddy” on it in big black letters. He figured it was the cutest way to tell Lance that they were expecting. Plus their baby was going to have two daddies - they were going to have to fight for the title of cutest dad. For now, it could be Lance. For now.

“Did you find everything alright?” The clerk at the checkout counter asks, delicately folding the items and ringing him up.

Keith smiles, nodding. “I did, thanks.”

“I hope you don’t mind if I ask, but how far along are you?”

The omega blushes. “Oh, um… I just found out today. I wanted to tell my mate and make it special. We’ve been trying for a really long time, and… now I’m here.” He beams.

The clerk smiles brightly. “Congratulations! If you two want to come back and sign up for our registry later into the pregnancy, I’d be happy to help you. I hope everything goes well tonight!” She hands him the bag.

“Thank you,” Keith grins. “Have a good day.”

The next stop is for an ironic card (there was already going to be so much sap, he didn’t want to overload it with more) and a bag to wrap everything in. He was honestly so excited - he even stopped to wrap everything in the store parking lot and sign the card.

When he got home, the porch lights were already on and dinner was made.

“I’m home,” he calls, carefully setting the sleek black bag aside so Lance wouldn’t see it quite yet.

“In the kitchen,” Lance calls. The omega slides his shoes off, creeping into the kitchen and setting the bag on the dining room table as he passes.

“Hey,” he greets, walking over and wrapping his arms around his back, nestling his face into the top of his spine. “Sorry I was out for so long.”

“That’s alright.” Lance smiles, turning off the stove. “Did you have fun?”

“I did.” He hums, rubbing his cheek on the scent glands on the back of his neck, purring softly. Lance smelled like home. Clean laundry and Hispanic spices and the aftershave he used. He smiles against his skin. Finally, their home was going to be growing in size.

“Is dinner ready?” He asks, pulling away and happily accepting the kiss Lance gave him.

“Not quite yet.” The alpha sets the lid on the pot. “It still has about twenty minutes.”

Keith bounces on the balls of his feet. He couldn’t keep this in anymore- he was going to explode. “I have something for you.” The words come out in a rush of breath, and he sucks in another.

Lance chuckles, looking down at him, his ocean blue gaze fond. “Is that where you went? Keith, our anniversary isn’t for another three months, and our birthdays have already passed.”

“No, just- come with me.” He takes his mate’s hand, tugging him into the dining room and flipping on the light. He waves in the direction of the bag. “That’s for you. You should definitely open it.”

“If I must,” he sighs dramatically, laughing when Keith squawks, affronted. “I’m kidding! Come sit with me while I open it.”

“Duh,” the omega mumbles, trying to contain himself. It was very difficult. The excitement was literally boiling inside him, ready to explode like a pressure cooker if Lance didn’t hurry himself up and open that stupid bag. “Hurry!”

“Okay, okay!” Lance laughs, sitting down and pulling out the white tissue paper. “Really, babe, you didn’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I did.” Keith grins, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.

Lance shakes his head, smiling, and sets the tissue paper aside. “Okay, let’s see… card first? That’s how you usually do it, right..?”

“No,” Keith shakes his head. “Not the card. That’s last.”

The alpha snorts. “Yes, dear. Got it. What’s even in here..? Oh, look, it’s green.” He reaches in, pulling out the onesie. It unfolds in his hand and he blinks. Keith grins, bouncing in his seat, watching as the cogs slowly start turning in his mate’s brain.

Lance stares at the little outfit, his eyes widening. He scans the words once. Then twice. Then another time. “Keith?” He squeaks, looking over at his mate.

The omega grins, waving a hand. “Keep going! There’s more stuff.”

It takes hardly any time for Lance to pull out the little plushy and the card (which read “who is a dad?” on the outside, and “you. You is a dad.” on the inside. Along with a cute little heart and an I love you from Keith). It was obvious the alpha was rushing, because once the contents of the bag were all on the counter, Lance turns all his attention on the omega.

“You’re pregnant?” He breathes, leaning forward and holding onto his hands.

“Yeah,” Keith answers, amused. “I would’ve thought that was obvious by the baby clothes and card.”

“You’re pregnant.” He whispers, dropping to his knees in front of him. Keith blinks, looking down as his mate wraps his arms around his waist and nuzzles his belly. “When did you find out?”

“Today. When you knocked on the bathroom door.” Keith chuckles, carding his hand through Lance’s hair. “I wanted to do something special.”

“We’re going to have a baby,” Lance sniffs, leaning forward and kissing his belly, dropping his head on his thigh and looking up at Keith.

“Yeah.” The omega blushes. “Finally. After all those stupid treatments and trying for so long.”

“It was so worth it,” Lance grins. “I told you that you weren’t defective. I knew we could do it. We should schedule a doctors appointment - check everything out and make sure you and the baby are both healthy.”

“Lance, I literally just found out.” He huffs.

“So? I want both of you to be safe. I want to protect both of you.”

“Sap.” Keith coos, tugging him back up and pulling him into a kiss, cupping Lance’s cheeks. “I love you.” He murmurs against his lips.

“I love you, too.” Lance sniffs. “I’m definitely going to tell everyone about this after the doctor’s appointment.”

“I expected you to.” Keith laughs, pulling away and pecking his forehead. “That’s alright. My alpha has to gloat a little bit.”

The alpha puffs himself up, grinning. “Hell yeah. Gotta show my beautiful mate off. Look at you go. You’re growing a human inside you.”

Keith grins, his instincts preening happily. Yes. Yes, he was. Their baby. He was finally, finally starting their family.

The two curl up on the couch to eat dinner, talking and laughing. Keith ends up laying on Lance’s chest, his mate brushing his fingers over his sides and back, cooing to him. The omega falls asleep like that, content and happy to start the next chapter of their life exactly like this.

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Hey guys! This is the sequal to Unconditional. The fandom is making me kinda sad lately, so I wanted to post some cuteness to cheer myself (and hopefully some of you guys) up. Come tell me what you thought of s7! Let me know if I can write anything to cheer you up/make you happier than you already are!

Renegade_Reaper ☺️ I have all of my drabbles saved in docs, too, so I plan on posting those there soon.

PSA

Because of the new Tumblr policy, I’m deleting my nsfw stuff. I have an AO3 account if you would still like to read it! Sorry guys.

This is a Moving Forward PSA for everyone using AO3. I am witnessing the results of a culture class and communication failure. Not a lack of communication, but a misunderstanding caused by changes in fandom culture.

Before fic tagging was common, fics weren’t tagged. You had a pairing, if applicable, an author’s note about genre or general content, and if they were feeling charitable, a vague content warning. There are even a few genres of fic where even vaguely tagging literally spoils the plot and impact (such as horror, psyche thriller, in which the likely content is implicit to the genre). As a result, there is a basic category tag that permits this, as a courtesy to “old-fashioned” writers.

“No Archive Warnings Apply” means the fic is PG13 at worst, probably fluff, totally safe.

“Choose Not to Use Archive Warnings” is the polar opposite. It’s a glaring Enter at Your Own Risk billboard. It means: a shitload of warnings apply but I ain’t telling because this story requires shock value. It’s very important to read the author’s notes for those fics because they might be using that older format from above.

But without the context of fandom culture that generated AO3, it’s understandably easy to conflate the two categories, given their similar wording.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)/Vi (League of Legends) Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends) Additional Tags: rockstar vi, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Alternate Universe - Small Town, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, author has religious trauma so we will absolutely be examining queer romance and small town religious things Summary:

Violet had been involved with music since she was little.

It had started with her dads; Vander taking care of his precious Gibson Les Paul from the 80s, when he’d started a garage band that had led to him meeting and marrying Silco, a classically trained pianist who wouldn’t touch the open keyboard position with a ten foot pole. Vi had been put into piano lessons as soon as she could read, and after failing miserably, she’d tried just about everything before finding she had a knack for guitar. She followed in her dad’s footsteps, developing a love for the shrieking croon of an electric guitar, brought to life under fingers worn rough calluses.

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I’m back with another multi-chapter! Rockstar Vi au <3 for all of my regulars who asked for it.

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.

Chapter 2 of The Gay Agenda is out!!

Find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17771501/chapters/42169739

Also I'm sorry for the random posts, my girlfriend and I share this account and half the time we forget which one we're on 😂

Slow burn but it's written by an impatient person