Hello there! My name is Kit! Well, not really, but that's what I go by online 😊
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I write fanfictions, create original stories, post headcanons, share WIPS, love coffee and share whatever else comes to mind. Also, I'd be so genuinely absolutely happy if you gave me asks/inbox questions 🥹❤️
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My current fandoms are Voltron (2016), No I'm not a Human, Haikyuu!!, and a few niche stories from people's OCs.
The majority of my fanfictions are slice-of-life, hurt/comfort, touch on difficult topics, age-regression, and a few writing prompts. I take requests for the fandoms I'm in when they're commented on my AO3!
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Title: 1-2-3
Author: rosegardenlake
Rating: M
Category: M/M (note: Keith's friend group is more involved than his romantic interest)
Brief Desc: Even if things were going right around you, that doesn't always mean things feel right on the inside. You feel wrong. So wrong that Keith sometimes considers not existing anymore. Even if he had good friends, family, and school was going okay, he felt like he was drowning.
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I don't read usually read Sheith or short-angst stories, but my friends who do heavily suggested this story and I was not disappointed!
First off, holy moly: The writing quality and ability to portray feelings and struggle is absolutely amazing. Usually, I don't feel emotional or feel what characters are feeling, but for this story, I was feeling it. Multiple times I paused and my heart clenched for Keith.
It felt really great reading a story where a character has depression simply because they have depression.
Sometimes, depression just exists and tears you apart whether things are "going well" or not. And sometimes, even your "perfect" family isn't perfect when you're hurting and when your feeling aren't "justified".
Also, the support he does recieve from his friends is sweet and realistic but also sad. Watching a loved one become progressively more hopeless is a uniquely anxiety-inducing and helpless feeling that this author captures so so well.
Another thing I noticed and seriously admired was the pacing. Watching Keith become more and more tired and drained made me feel like I was also feeling his dread. Esepcially when he tried to reach out and wasn't getting help.
Everything is written in such a raw and genuine way. It feels like you're really just watching someone while you're in the room. I feel like I'm reading a person, like a human-being, and not only a character.
Besides the fantastic depression depictions, the romantic interactions are also super cute (and also realistic with depression).
Keith being excited and nervous around Shiro is endearing and made me smile so wide. It just felt really sweet and I love when characters are bashful.
But besides the cuteness of it, watching how his elevating depression impacts his excitement with Shiro later on crushed me again. It gives this morbid layer of complexity that just hurts; crushes don't fix depression, nor are they depression's exception.
The ending was written so well that gave me a sense of comfort. I think I teared up to be honest. It just feels so REAL.
Overall, absolutely owns my heart and has a special place in it now. I highly recommend this. If you love angst, love everyday people struggling with painful things, and just appreciate genuine and beautiful writing, you'll like this.
Thank you @roylustang and @keithstits for reccing this!
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Tags: Binge-eating disorder, recovery, therapist Coran, Lance is a good boyfriend.
Notes: I know I havent uploaded in a bit, but this is gonna be a long one!
Speaking to him felt so serious, yet unserious at the same time. Like a juxtaposition.
"Uhhh…" He hesitated, giving a glance at Lance who made an encouraging gesture for him to speak more. Sighing, he brought his legs closer to his chair before continuing, "Stress? I guess? I don't know. Kinda whenever I feel strongly about things,"
Which was a lot.
Coran gave more nods and scribbled more things down, "I see, I see. And what are some examples of what a stressful situation looks like for you?"
Each question felt like peeling apart more and more layers that he tried desperately to hide, and he didn't like it.
"Things that remind me of my pops," Food, smells, places, anniversary deaths. Almost every time any of those popped up, he just isn't able to stop.
OF COURSE RANDOM PERSON WHO WASN'T ME! That's such a great idea only a great, smart person could give...
If anyone wants to request anything, look at my guidelines here!
Note: This oneshot isn't a diagnosis :') Please don't treat it like one and look at actual resources; mental disorders are more complex than a short Tumblr post or TikTok 🙂↕️No matter how much you relate to them
Keith felt his heart race while his breathing picked up. He couldn't stop fixating on his thoughts and they were driving him crazy. For the past eight hours it's been the same fucking thing.
Panic swelled in his chest as he tried to think it over-- did he hurt James? Was he a bad boyfriend? Did he secretly abuse James and didn't know it? Was James dishonest or didn't know any better?
Tears welled in his eyes as he scrolled past a message he sent to James during a disagreement. It was petty; basically Keith pushing James away and acting moody, saying something among the lines of "Can you just leave me alone?"
In the moment, he said it because he was overwhelmed and anxious. James seemed exasperated but told him to take his time. Either way, they ended up talking about it and Keith apologized. James said that he was fine and he was just worried. It was small.
But now Keith felt terrible.
What if that was emotional abuse and James doesn't realize? He needs to check.
Before he could stop himself, he went on Google and looked up signs of emotional abuse in relationships. He was on articles... then Reddit... Then threads... Then Quotev... All of which provided him with more uncertainty.
Yeah, he was emotional-- did that make him abusive? He did get snappy at times. Someone said that was abusive and other people said it wasn't. How did he know he wasn't abusing James? He pushed him away-- was he punishing James? No, no. He was just stressed... But what if he was secretly punishing James and forgot about it? And regardless of intentions, can't he still be abusive?
Does James just put up with it? Maybe he doesn't realize... People on Reddit said they didn't realize their exes were abusive until later.
He needed to make sure.
Between all his thinking and anxiety flipping in his chest, he didn't hear James walk up from behind him.
"Baby? What are you doing?"
Keith jumped at the sudden voice in the room. He turned around from where he stood in the kitchen, James looking at his tear stricken face and shaky hands with concern in the doorway.
Wiping his tears away rapdily, he weakly dismissed his concern with, "Nothing, I'm fine," Then turned away to hide his face.
James frowned, walking up to his boyfriend before turning him around by his shoulders. "You aren't fine, you're crying. Seriously, what's the matter?" He held Keith's chin, his eyes analyzing for something that told him why Keith looked like he just killed a man.
Guilt hit Keith like a tidal wave-- he couldn't tell James. That was manipulative. He wouldn't be honest about if he hurt him if he asked and saw him crying.
But he also wanted the reassurance...
But what if he was lying?
"Keith." James gave him a gentle shoulder shake, making him jump. His face softened but he repeated the question, "What's wrong? Say something. Come on..." He coaxed softly, brushing a thumb against Keith's cheek.
For a moment, Keith just stood there and sniffled, unable to look James in the eye. He wanted to keep quiet, but his anxiety was too high-- he needed to ask.
"I think I'm abusive..." He murmured out wetly, the lining of his eyes red whereas his face was painted like that of a guilty puppy.
James' eyebrows flew up his face. "Wow-- that was not what I was expecting. Why do you think that?" He asked.
Keith's shoulders shook, the anxiety and shame swirling in him. Why couldn't he just be a good person?
The little bit of composure he had snapped. Tears rolled down his cheek as his voice got tighter and he started breaking down, "I-I to-ld you t-to leave me-me alone a fe-few months ago a-and I didn't real-ize h-how horrible I wa-was--" He blubbered out with hiccuping sobs only for his shoulders to shake harder in pure sadness and guilt.
Nothing he did ever felt right.
Then, he was suddenly brought into a bone crushing hug. A small, choked gasp was pulled from him as his head was tucked into James' neck like he was protecting him from the world-- his thoughts.
"Oh Keith, you're being weird again." He ran a hand through his dark locks as he swayed him back and forth, the gentle motion shaking some anxiety out of Keith.
The familiar tease accompanied by the caring, tender action made him absolutely melt with a wobbly lip.
"I'm just so ex-exhausted," He sniffled, resting his cheek against James. If there was one thing Keith didn't like, it was self-pity, but right now everything just felt so unfair.
James hushed him wordlessly, pressing his lips against his temple. "I know, I know... You need to take your meds and listen to your therapist, baby." Of course: Keith wasn't the best listener.
The words made him feel small, making him tuck his face into James more. He knows he did-- he knows. It's just hard...
"I'm sorry..." He managed to croak out, soaking in the way James held him in a way he felt like he didn't deserve.
Shaking his head, James smoothed his bangs over before placing a soft kiss on his head. "Stop. You're fine." His voice hissed out only for his arms to squeeze Keith again.
Oddly enough, James bothered, yet caring attitude did more than expected for Keith's anxiety. It wasn't reassurance, which was good since his therapist said that was bad to ask for, but it wasn't dismissal either. It was something in-between.
"Why is this so hard?" Even though he was asking, he already heard the answer in various forms. It was OCD, it was hardwork, it was a learned behavior, it was--
"Because you think too much and you need to stop," He pulled away and gripped Keith's shoulders firmly. Keith sniffled and looked at him timidly. "I love you. You're fine, Keith. So just let me hug you, okay?" His hand cupped his face with a fierceness that left Keith unable to doubt him.
Hesitantly, Keith wrapped his arms around him and muttered, "Okay... Thank you..." A wet sniffle came from his nose when James squeezed him.
"There ya go... I'm here for you..." He kissed the side of his head.
Kit's soulful words leave an emotional depth that's healing to all. They're not afraid to get gritty with their writing.
It's an honour to have Kit as part of our line up for Domestic Days. Ask them anything! But not too much, we heard they might be a little anxious. (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)
Title: DILF Keith AU Nsfw
Author: LordZetheron
Rating: E
Category: M/M
Brief Desc: DILF Keith who lives in a small town with younger cityboy Lance who just moved in. Follow their life with some freaky smut yet domestic charm that has you thirst for the kinks yet stay for the connection and romance.
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I don't usually read a lot of bottom Lance but this was simply divine 🥰🥰
First off, I love the age-gap relationship. Keith being a caring, protective older man with Lance being younger just melts my heart; it scratches an itch in my brain. The ownership, dominance, and their dynamic is both domestic yet hot and kinky.
This is an omegaverse, which I personally love! It isn't too heavy with it to be noted but it's definitely there and written amazingly.
The sex and kink is written so well; I keep going back to reread it. It is literally the perfect combination of soft and putting Lance in his place. The power dynamic between them, esepecially with Keith being stronger and domineering and Lance being a sub and a brat had me hold my breath while scanning each word. Seriously, Keith praising him but not hesitating to smack too was so good. Daddy kinks own my heart.
Lance is also trans which if you're trans, you'll probably love. I loved it at least. Keith being older but accepting of Lance is so sweet and probably something Lance yearns for in a masculine figure.
Did I mention there is a delicious size difference...?
Lance is written in such an endearing way. He's a young adult who has a lot of charm and life in him. I love that he wants something special where he's loved but he doesn't lose his Lance-yness.
The Southern dialogue is so cute! I love how this author wrote Keith speaking, along with his country expressions. It made the "small town" vibes more amplified and home-y.
Another aspect I love is that each chapter has them in a different scenario but same AU. It feels like reading clips and snippets of their love life which made it all the more domestic whereas the scenes themselves were just pure smut that I enjoyed reading.
The word usage with body language has a wide range of diversity and makes you want to keep reading. It doesn't feel boring or disengaging. How the author writes makes the text flow easy, as well as makes you lock into the screen without pulling away.
You'd have to read this author's other works, but there's also some delicious lore in this universe. I won't spoil it, but the angst is fantastic. It's Keith's trauma which makes it feel dynamically well-rounded. Usually I don't see doms and/or tops having emotional focus and/or needs, so seeing that made my heart flip and made their relationship feel so much more close.
Overall: Great kinks, great setting, great well-rounded characters, and great author. I highly recommend you read this.
@lord-zetheron THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME BETA READ AND READ YOUR DELICIOUS WORK!
Kit's soulful words leave an emotional depth that's healing to all. They're not afraid to get gritty with their writing.
It's an honour to have Kit as part of our line up for Domestic Days. Ask them anything! But not too much, we heard they might be a little anxious. (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)
Tags: Binge-eating disorder, Keith needs a huge, hurt/comfort, Lance is a good boyfriend
Reaching over to the toilet handle, he listened to the loud noise of the water going down the clog along with his confidence. Sniffling smally, he walked to the sink and washed his face, the coldness of the water making him shiver. His face looked back at him from the mirror and looked a mess.
If Lance saw him like this and still wanted to talk about it, maybe it was going to be okay…
Soon, he finished cleaning up as best as he could. Though he didn't feel very clean. His stomach was still bloated; his body still felt sore from throwing up so much.
Hesitantly, he walked out of the bathroom while looking down at his feet. It didn't take long before he got to the living room, which looked a lot cleaner with the coffee table having none of the previous wrappers or containers on it. Lance was sitting on the couch with open body language, a smile on his face.
"Hey, come sit down, baby…" He patted the spot next to him on the blue cushion.
