#kosbae

[uraraaaaaaan]

This is the scene I wanted to see in Season 8.

[happysheith]

Keith’s space wolf and the Holts’ pupper? Lol

jksfas,,,, so @fluffysheith and @lasersheith brainstormed an amazing sheith/kosbae fic that i am elated to beta. sam’s got the thing (mostly) outlined and i’ve been coo-ing the whole way through. he posted a sampler of it here. 

anyways kosbae is adorable and excellent and im here for it. just, picture with me if you will, kosmo finding the largest tree branch stick he can and baebae insisting she should pick up the other end to help him carry it. 

send me a pairing

[uraraaaaaaan]

Here you go!

Pidge "Keith, give the puppy back to her."

Keith "No, I can't ..."

While drawing this, this movie came to my mind.😙

"Babe: Pig in the City"

[lasersheith]

@fluffysheith wanted kosbae + sheith so y’all get a sneaky peek of one of my WIPs. Thank you for voting!!

If the crinkle of the plastic bag didn't send Bae Bae running, the tap-tap-tap-tap of kibble falling into her bowl usually did. Shiro stood by the counter, bowl in hand, frowning at the empty floor in front of him. “Bae Bae! Dinner time!” He shook the bowl gently, just enough to rattle the bite-sized chunks against the metal sides.

But there was still no sign of Bae Bae.

Heart pounding, Shiro checked his bedroom, anxiety pulsing in his neck when he found the bed and his reading chair empty. The guest room and bathroom doors were always shut, but he checked just to be sure. Still nothing.

He didn't remember hearing her squeeze through the doggy-dog to the backyard, but it was the only place he hadn't looked. Relief washed over him as he pulled the door open and finally saw her.

Bae Bae stood on her hind legs up against the fence separating his house from his next door neighbor. Her tail blurred as it whipped back and forth. Keith's gigantic wolf-dog stood on the other side of the pristinely painted white wood. His giant frame was tall enough to peer over the top of the fence, but not large enough to reach Bae Bae as she whined and jumped for him.

“Bae Bae!” Shiro scolded, slipping on the flip flops he kept on the patio. He made his way over to the dogs, shaking his head. “Come on, it's time for dinner. You can play with Comet after you eat.”

He was about to lean down to pick her up when he heard a laugh from the other side of the fence. “It's Kosmo, actually.” Keith didn't sound offended that Shiro had forgotten his dog's name as he made his way from the front gate to stand next to them.

“Oh, sorry,” Shiro chuckled awkwardly. “I knew it was something spacey.”

Keith smiled at him over the fence; Shiro could only see to the bottom of his chin, but the fond look still made his heart leap up into his throat. “He doesn't mind. Not fully convinced that's really his name, anyway.”

He reached over and scratched the wolf's head between his ears. “Sorry if he was bothering Bae Bae, he's not dangerous or anything.”

Shiro's eyebrows shot up. “No, no. They looked like they were having fun, I'm just trying to keep her on a schedule. Dinner time at 5:30 sharp,” he said with another uncomfortable laugh, tapping at his watchless wrist even though Keith couldn't see him.

Keith nodded. “Well, I'll take him inside so she can eat.”

Shiro had expected a gentle tug at Kosmo's collar or a sharp whistle followed by a clear command. He hadn't at all been prepared for Keith to lean down and scoop the easily-one-hundred-pound dog up into his arms like a baby on his back. His eyes widened at the sight, and his mouth ran dry.

“Have a good night!” Keith called over his shoulder as he nudged his back door open.

Shiro snapped his jaw shut and felt his face heat with blush. “Uh, thanks! You, uh, you too!” He held his hand up in a wave as Keith gently set Kosmo down inside the door before shutting it behind them.

Bae Bae scratched at his pants, tail still blazing, and yipped excitedly at the promise of dinner. She ran to the door and squeezed through the plastic-covered portal inside as Shiro stumbled towards the house in awe.