#keep it organized

[8uny]

kept this one simple, wanted to practice timing and spacing

[petals42]

I still cannot believe your Keep it Small and Keep it Organized fics only have like 2k notes apiece because they are GORGEOUS and they deserve like 100x more than that. Thank you so much for blessing us with your writing. I have your tumblr bookmarked so I can keep up with your stuff even though I deleted my tumblr years ago. I cried in the middle of a *Chipotle* today reading these two fics and it felt GREAT - jcbmcdrmtt from twitter

Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!! you-- you have my tumblr bookmarked. I AM BLUSHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW. Also, I made you cry in a Chiptole. Nice. Literally always my goal. 

It’s also funny you sent this, because I wrote 5k yesterday and this morning for the first time in like literally a year and now I’m even more excited to post it! PERFECT TIMING BRO!!

[skyesentinels]

Voltron Youtubers AU Masterlist

What Started It All:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

The Fic:

Chapter 1

Misc:

HC for Keith and Pidge’s Channel

[mar-im-o]

Putting fandom tags on posts PURELY for the sake of my one partner who never knows what I'm talking about when it comes to most of my fandoms

[petals42]

Prompt: Holsom "platonically" having sex. You know, just bros being bros (doesn't have to be explicit, I just find the concept hilarious)

AN: this is set in the Keep It series, one of the “two times” R&H have a threesome sophomore year before Holster stops it bc feelings (fair warning: this is semi-angsty)

Ransom is drunk. Holster is drunk too, but at least he remembers that Marie had giggled, kissed the both of them one last time, thanked them for a great time, and left to go walk home with her friend.

“Ooops,” Ransom says, lifting the blanket they have half-hazardly thrown over the two of them. “Holsster. Holtzy. We lost the girl!”

He devolves into laughter and Holster smiles because Ransom’s laughter might be his favorite thing. Holster loves the way his nose crinkles and he hunches into his shoulders like a little kid and--

No. Wait. He has to stop. Not now. Not when they are both lying in his tiny bed naked.

“She’s gone,” Holster agrees. “Lost. To the... the outside. ” He waves a hand in the general direction. “Gone.”

“Wait,” Ransom’s smile fades into earnest concern and he sits up. “Holster. Did Marie leave because we were bad at sex? Ohmygod, Shitty is gonna kill us. Remember his speech? Partners come first, Holtzy. Oh, shit, we--”

“Bro!” Holster says, punching Ransom in the arm. “Bro, no, she got off twice. But her friend isn’t feeling well so she is walking her home.”

“Oh, thank god,” Ransom says, collapsing back onto his back. Then he starts giggling again. “We lost Marie.”

“Yup,” Holster agrees. “She just left.”

“Now we’re just two guys. Sitting around. Naked.” Ransom still laughs as if this is very funny. Holster forces himself to smile. It’s probably time to end this. He’s going to suggest Ransom climb into his bed in just a second. As soon as his eyes stop sort of sliding shut.

Shit. He should get up and take his contacts out. 

“Dude, Marie is so hot,” Ransom says. “I’m still hard as a fucking rock.”

“Same,” Holster admits. Though, he’d been watching Ransom more than Marie, if he’s being honest.

God, he should not have admitted that. Even in his own head. He is drunk.

“Wanna finish it up?” Ransom asks. His words are slurring but he seems serious. “We did some great work here today. A threesome for the ages!”

“The ages?” Holster says. 

“Yup,” Ransom continues, nodding up and down in big motions. “Putting it on the excel sheet an’ everythin’”

“You better not.”

“Let’s end it right,” Ransom says, sounding more confident. He sits up on one arm so he is above Holster. “Kiss a little.” He’s just as confident as he leans in. “See what happens.”

“No, I don’t think--” Holster starts.

“Do you not want to?” Ransom asks, jerking back. His eyes are ever so slightly unfocused, but he looks serious enough.

Holster’s mouth goes dry.

Because it’s not that he doesn’t want to.

It’s that he does.

Too much.

He... god, he thinks that maybe- maybe he would prefer if it were just Ransom and no one else and he think that he would prefer it if it was always just him and Ransom and no one else and, god, Ransom’s eyes are beautiful and his cheekbones are beautiful and he is beautiful and--

He doesn’t track the movements. He doesn’t know if he nodded or shook his head or leaned forward or reached for the back of Ransom’s neck and drew him in before or after they started.

All he knows is that they end up kissing. They end up kissing, Ransom hovering over him, his hand along Ransom’s neck, keeping him in place and it’s too uncoordinated to be anything other than sloppy and most of the little details will be lost in the morning.

Holster can’t say how long it lasts. He just know that he closes his eyes and kisses Ransom and then Ransom is pulling away and flopping next to him.

He’s giggling again. 

As if it’s funny.

“Dude, we just kissed,” Ransom says. “Like with tongue.”

He laughs and Holster tries to mimic the sound as best he can.

“Yeah,” he agrees. It comes out hollow so he clears his throat and tries again. “Yeah, for real.”

“For real,” Ransom echoes. “But bedtime?”

“Sounds good,” Holster agrees. Ransom laughs and leans over and kisses Holster on the shoulder and then seems to pass out almost immediately. 

Holster doesn’t. 

He lies awake and wills his heart to slow down and tells himself that the prickling behind his eyes is because he never did get to change his contacts. 

It will be better in the morning, he tells himself. 

He’ll get what was so funny in the morning. 

[derogatoryemployed]

me: continues to utterly sob over "Keep It Small" and "Keep It Organized" by petals42