#she can scream and trash around all she wants wille literally has the upper hand now omhsgg

[mirabel-on-a-bicycle]

Here's the thing about the royal family not fully understanding that Wilhelm and Simon were *truly* in love though.

And subsequently, why Wille's coming out to the entirety of Sweden was so so powerful: them not knowing, or simply refusing to acknowledge this, no matter how many times he tried to tell them, actually gave Wille a much higher edge over everyone trying to cover up the scandal, even if he didn't realise this at first.

Every single person had a misunderstanding that this was something he wanted. That they were doing him an obvious favor by helping him cover it up, preparing a speech for him, threatening him whenever he got sidetracked. Or at least something he'd see sense in once he got past that "hormonal driven teenage tantrum" and understand that covering it up was the best course of action. Of course he wouldn't bring the other boy and his feelings into all of this. Simon was just an experiment right? Who'd go so far as to sabotage themselves to bring justice to someone they didn't even love and care about?

And this. this exact misassumption was what eventually brought them all down in the end.

Take August for example. If he had secrets and lies as his weapons and to keep his crimes in the dark, Wille had the truth. A whole truth bomb in the palm of his hand, all this time. And no matter how ballsy Wille was trying to be in that "I'm gonna slowly ruin August's life" mission of his, he was still fighting fire with fire. He only won when he clashed against August as an exact antithesis of him in that coming out speech. August's whole plan was doused only when Wille spoke the truth and refused to play along with his games.

I mean really, had he not done this, what would've happened at worst? August would've.. gotten voted out of being rowing captain?? Maybe he would suffer a bit then, but would it really matter in the long run? August knew that, and so did Wille, deep down, but he ignored that part and instead convinced himself that he was at least doing something to make himself feel better.

Because honestly?!

August never understood, or even cared to! He'd pretend to be sorry whenever needed and go right back to being where he was if needed, as long as he was gonna be king. The moment August actually. genuinely lost to him was when Wille did something not out of hatred for August, but out of love for Simon. And when he did, without having August in his mind, but the person he loved and cared about, he made it impossible for August to go anywhere from there on. It wasn't revenge, it was reconciliation that finally got him. (And simultaneously saved Wilmon's relationship too, for that matter 👀)

This has such poetry in it btw?? I can't properly explain it, but it does remind me of atla and Zuko's arc in a way. How there's a whole world of difference between his firebending when it's fueled by rage, and when it's fueled by wisdom, focus and harmony within the elements. The difference in outcome is so visibly there when the motivation is switched, and when Wille has love and understanding and bravery in his heart instead.

The whole time, the entire Hillerska staff, student body, royal court and royal family and tHEIR ROYAL FAMILIES- *deep breath* WERE AFTER MY BACHCHA had anticipated Wille to lash out for having his royal image tainted and getting at odds with his family but the fact that he'd do it on Simon's behalf never even crossed their brilliant little minds. They had equiped themselves, sure, but never for this >:) Because for all their brains and strategising, no one had actually sat down and thought for once that Wilmon were actually in love. There was a power in it that no one had anticipated.

#like sir. SIR. #did you not consider them an actual threat?! ahhahahh well SIKE #young royals #young royals analysis #wilmon #prince wilhem #august young royals #august horn #young royals season 2 #OH GOAH and now i can't stop thinking about the kind of conversation he's about to have with kristina like #she can scream and trash around all she wants wille literally has the upper hand now omhsgg #they can't touch him?? and to think the way out was there all this time? #august is dead basically the whole country is gonna hype this case up now #the royal familys gotta look nice and definitely not homophobic to the public and wilmon can be together at least for the time being #AND THE TENSION EVERYWHERE #oh god. s3 is gonna be rollercoaster on fire isn't it :'''

[bimbo-jk]

bleed you dry (m)

pairing: vamp!jeongguk x fem!reader

genre: smut , drabble

rating: 18+

warnings: biting, blood drinking, rough but sensual sex, cockwarmin’!!! , jk kinda has a nonverbal worship kink lol, hand holding, kissing, some dirty talk but not much, creampie, overstimulation (f), reader is jk’s sensitive liddol baby, reader is woozy but this is 100% consensual (so kinda cnc?) , cum play, jk loves reader :( she’s his dumb lil baby, jk and his love for petnames, he jus wants to pamper the reader :(, okay jk’s a lil mean but!!!!!

synopsis: your boyfriend of two years came over for halloween, simply supposing to watch movies and hangout. but halfway through the second movie, he’s feeling lightheaded from lack of eating and you feed him the best way you know how; straight from the vein.

Clearing your throat, you try to shift your boyfriend’s attention from rubbing his thumbs into your hip bones, his lips pressed behind your ear as he kisses over your skin. “Babe, the movie”, you murmur quietly, and you know he heard you; he just chooses to ignore it. 

“Jeon”, you huff out once his nails scrape over your tummy lightly. He chuckles through his nose, kissing your shoulder before pulling away, “Fine, but you smell good”, he hums and you roll your eyes, “You say that all day, every day”.

Shrugging his shoulders, he stands as the first movie ends, heading off to the bathroom. You pick up the fallen popcorn kernels and toss them back into the bowl before heading to kitchen to trash it, popping another bag for the second movie scheduled to start in a few minutes. 

You hear the flush of the toilet over the popping in the microwave and then seconds later, your boyfriend’s hands are wrapped around your waist as he presses his lips into your shoulder blade, his tongue peeking out of his lips to drag across your warm, honey skin.

“Kook”, you sigh out, digging your fingers into the counter when his hips press yours forward into the counter. His cock is semi-hard, digging into your lower back through his grey sweats. “Hungry”, he snarls out, his teeth prodding against your collarbone and it sends a tingle down your spine, mouth dropping open to form an “o” shape.

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten”, you manage to mutter out, hands cupping his that hold your waist. “Too long”, he huffs, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling harshly through his nose, moaning directly into your ear.

You always smelled so fucking good.

“Eat”, you hum the simple word, knowing you didn’t need to say much more to him. His hands tighten their grip on your hips as his teeth sink into your neck, your gasp blessing his ears beautifully.

Jeongguk drinks until his belly is full, until his cock is throbbing with the newfound blood rush. He keeps an ear on your heartbeat, listening to any irregular beat. But he finds he does truly get carried away even sometimes.

“Koo...”, your voice is so small he could barely hear it. Your knees weaken until the only thing holding you up is his grip, the beeping of the microwave distant to your ears. Your eyes flutter and you let out a breathy whine.

That’s when he snaps back, retracting his fangs and licking over the wound to close it before pressing a kiss to the red stained area. “Pretty girl”, he coos into your ear, picking you up and sitting you on the counter to face him, and his cock twitches at the sight.

Your face is flushed, eyes glazed over and lidded... is that a bit of drool on your lips?

Jeongguk swore his cock couldn’t be harder. Well, maybe, with the way you gasp out his name so prettily while he shoves your thighs apart to step between them.

“Wanna hurt you, pretty girl. Wanna see you cry”, he mutters, stroking the skin on your inner thighs while he gazes at you like you’re the most perfect girl on the planet. And to him, you are.

You’re in deep submissive space, he can tell. He knows your body better than do. Knows what to say to soak that slutty little cunt. Knows how to touch and where to press to make you scream. You want nothing more than to be used right now, and he’s more than willing to utilize.

Within the blink of an eye, you’re bent over the couch, ass perched high in the air while the rest of your torso is bent forward, head resting on a pillow.

“Can smell this creamy little cunt through your panties, baby”, he chuckles meanly. “You’re such a fucking slut when I’m bleeding you dry. You like that? That gets your cunt soakin’ baby?”, his mouth is right next to your ear.

“Love it”, you slur out back, brain muddled with the way he’s growling in your ear and kneading your fat ass cheeks between his hands. So much of the soft flesh that it spills through his fingers due to the grip.

Jeongguk was an ass man for sure.

“Of course you do. You’re my good little bitch, aren’t you?”, and when you don’t answer, he smacks the side of your thigh meanly, “Aren’t you”, he growls out.

“Ah! Y-yeah, Koo! Your good bitch, ‘m all yours!”, and he chuckles, not a bit of humor behind it.

He’s feeling mean.

Instead of torturing you some more, Jeongguk takes pity on you, the pathetic fat tears rolling down your cheeks a clear sign of how needy you are. He fucking loves you, but he loves seeing you cry for his cock even more. Sometimes.

Pulling down the pathetic excuse for panties that covers your shining cunt, he sighs when your arousal floods the room, his eyes rolling back at how heavy a impact it had on his senses.

His fingers graze over your cunt, dipping between your folds before spreading your lips. He spits obscenely, making a mess of your nether region.

“Gonna let me fuck this cunt, baby? Look at you”, he tuts, rubbing his thumb on your clit, “Bet I don’t even needa stretch you, you’re so fuckin’ wet”, he snarls, thumbing the button of his jeans open and pulling down his zipper.

Jeongguk’s cock bounces out, leaking precum as he thumbs his head, moaning out lowly. You wiggle your hips back, trying to entice him into fucking you open. You don’t care, don’t wanna be prepped. You want to feel that burn.

You succeed, Jeongguk’s restraint snapping as he slides home, a gasp falling from your lips and a delicious snarl coming from his chest.

“F-Fuck, Baby”, he moans into your ear, his upper body bent over yours. His hips grind into your ass before pausing, Jeongguk’s mouth littering your neck in hickies.

“Lemme taste, baby”, he whispers, nibbling your ear lobe before licking a fat stripe up your jugular. It all hits so differently with the way his cock is buried snugly into your soaking cunt, “Lemme taste you while my cock splits your dumb slutty cunt open”.

You simply nod, unable to get a word out before Jeongguk’s teeth are buried into your shoulder, his hips giving limp seeking thrusts as he drains you a bit more.

Your pussy only gets wetter around his cock, clenching and fluttering cutely while he drinks. Once he’s deemed himself finished, he retracts his teeth and soothes the wound once again, closing it and kissing your shoulder.

Before your fuzzy dumb brain can acknowledge him further, Jeongguk is standing straight, his nails sinking deep into the soft pillowy flesh of your ass, the fat globes being spread apart as he begins to rut his hips into you.

It’s messy and loud, your cunt making lewd wet noises, squelching being heard even through your hazy thoughts. Or lack there of.

Wetness drips onto the floor boards as Jeongguk tosses his head back, all of his nerves on fire from the sugary substance that’s stained his teeth red. His balls clench when you whimper, limply fucking your self back onto him.

But your movements are irregular, you’re exhausted. He takes pity and instead of going for slow and long, he goes hard and deep, fucking his head into your cervix and g-spot all the while toying with your clit.

You’re so, so very close, the last push you need right on the tip of your tongue. And he gives it to you.

Jeongguk lifts your hips off the couch until your feet are dangling off the floor and your face is smushed into the cushions. He fucks you like that, suspended partially in the air and unable to run from his cock.

He breaks a sweat, bottom lip tugged between his teeth and hair sticking to his forehead.

Your back arches violently, a loud drawn out moan being torn from your pretty throat until Jeongguk wraps his large hand around the back of your neck, yanking your torso up until he’s carrying your body, the only thing keeping your feet from touching the floor is his cock stuffed in your cunt.

Cum quite literally spurts out of you, creamy white droplets splattering the floor and his thighs and that’s what sets him off, his balls draining themselves into your cunt until you’re quite literally bloated over, the cum spilling out of you.*

Sliding out of you and laying your limp body back across the couch, Jeongguk stuffs his cum back into your cunt, rubbing and playing with your clit until you’re lazily whining, eyelids too heavy to open and mouth to dry to tell him to stop. You’re sensitive, pretty sure you’re broken.

But he shows no sympathy, continues fucking you with his fingers until you have another orgasm, less messy but so strong that your vision and hearing goes blank, your toes and fingertips feeling like electricity is shocking through your bones.

“Koo”, you whine, voice hoarse and tired.

He relents, mumbling a sheepish and quiet apology before beginning to clean you up, “Just like how messy this little cunt gets. So sensitive”, he mutters almost to himself as he wipes your thighs and folds gently with a warm towel.

“Well next time, control yourself. We didn’t even start the second movie”, you pout. He smiles.

“There’s no way I just fucked you stupid and you’re worried about ‘Blades of Glory’”

“Shut up!”

—

* Guys I wanted to write the reader being stuffed so full that it spilled out her mouth but then I realized that’s not actually possible so maybe I’ll write something with shit that’s literally not realistic and ruin everyone with that there. Ok bye enjoy lol.

#jungkook #bts #gukpds #jungkook smut #smut #jeon jungkook #bts smut #bleed you dry

[ladybalem]

For Your Own Profit - a Confession about Eddie Kreezer

* Warning: Spanking * It's the eighties, at some State in the interior of the USA, and Glenda is accompanying an insolent and a bit crazy chap; but the truth is that she didn't resist to him and ended up being involved, and at his side her life became a succession of episodes of craziness intermixed with moments of crazy pleasure. * Pairing: Eddie x Glenda * <people, look at the size of that man's paw (cause that's not a hand, that's a paw). Now just imagine the havoc a paw like that can cause. *nham!*> * * *          Glenda didn't see not even heard anything. Eddie came from behind her just like a treacherous beast, such a snake or a wild cat, attacking Glenda by her back and giving her no chance of reaction, and it was with a frightened scream that the girl from all of a sudden felt his enormous hand grabbing her by her nape hair and pulling her in angry, and bending her spine back as Glenda was being dragged by the bedroom, she yelled:          - Eddie! What are you doing?          Saying not even a word, keeping on dragging her by his left  hand tied to her reddish hair, with his right one he pulled a chair from the small  table at the corner, turning it out, and sitting he pulled Glenda with rudeness, who screamed again, by now with both hands holding his wrist to which hand he was grabbing her. And with no difficulties Eddie placed the girl laid face down on his lap, still holding Glenda's hair, with his right hand roughly lifting up her jeans miniskirt over her buttocks, hurting Glenda a little as he pulled it up with strength, in sequence pulling her panties down until it to reach her knees. And she was already about to ask him what the hell was going on when her thoughts were brutally interrupted by a incredibly strong slap on her butts, which made Glenda to scream in pain, and she told him out loud, really indignant:          - Eddie! Stop it right now! What the hell are you doing?          - What am I doin', darlin'? - and he descended his enormous hand again, giving her another soundy slap that made Glenda to scream once again - So don't you know it?          Closing her eyes tight shut for an instant Glenda swallowed before  to open them again and let them to run along the floor around. She knew. And it was her fault. Well, at least, in a certain way. And as Glenda got the third slap she screamed again, feeling her entire skin to burn, as she uselessly shook her legs.          - Eddie, please... - Glenda nagged, at that time with a weepy voice.          - Ah, "please", isn't? - and the fourth slap descended upon her - So now you got the well behavior, lil' girl? - Eddie said, with angry on his voice.          - Why... Why are you doing it to me?          The fifth slap sounded and Glenda screamed in agony.          - I'm doing what your dad should to have done to you but didn't, you bad behaved girl from hell - and gave her another slap.          With her butts already red and aching, Glenda screamed again, at that time feeling her eyes to get full of tears, thinking about to try to rise from his lap but soon giving up from that intent because, at first, Glenda knew it would be practically impossible to get rid from his hand that was still  grabbing on her hair, cause it was incredible the strength Eddie had although of being so skinny and not appearing to pursuit it; and at second, because she knew that, when he catch her once then, he would do it WORSE. So, trying to resign herself, Glenda sighed, trying to hold her tears, repeatedly rubbing a hand on her pretty face, averting the waving long hair that was cascading all around it.          - I want to know is, what the hell got on your fuckin' mind, Glenda, so you have done what you did - and his big and heavy hand  descended once more with strength upon her so smooth and delicate skin, the slap clapping out loud and her voice sounding weepy as she screamed "Woe!" - Why have you poured all of my whiskey and trashed my cigarettes in the toiled, you jerk? - and here is that the eighth slap almost elicited tears from Glenda, and she said in a hurry way, thinking that maybe telling him soon the truth he would stop beating her:          - It was for your own profit! I... I just want you to leave your addictions, Eddie, just that! These things make you no good.          - Shut up, Glenda, you met me like this and you liked me, isn't? Will you want to change me now? - and his hand descended again, and with rude voice he spoke loud - Nine! Hey, lil' girl, it's right on the arithmetic time. Let's go to see if you're sharp: Each packet has twenty cigarettes. If the wicked Glenda trashes in the toiled poor Eddie's three packets, how many cigarettes Glenda thrashed away?          - Eddie, please...          Giving her another slap, Eddie said with sarcastic voice - Wrong answer.          - Sixty! - Glenda yelled, her barefoot toes cringing as she received that last slap, which was  exceptionally painful, and with a hand she grabbed at one of his shins through the jeans he wore, tightening it with strength.          - What it means it's missing by now just fifty slaps - and descending already the eleventh of them, without nor pity or mercy slapping his giant palm on Glenda's butt, he said - Forty nine, by now.          - Eddie, please, forgive me! Don't beat me no more, it's hurting!          - It hurts on me as well to see what you have done, Glenda - another slap sounded, followed by another scream of hers - Forty eight! - and he made a pause, before to lower his voice a little - How... How, Glenda, how did you a thing like that to me, sweetheart? How did you do this to your cowboy, who adores you so? - and he descended another slap, at that time full of willing to, and Glenda's butt burnt - Forty seven, by now.          She couldn't believe in what it was happening, she couldn't believe at his evilness on counting the fucking slaps he was giving her.          - Eddie, forgive me, that's enough... I won't do it again, I swear!          He made a pause before to make another one to slap - Forty six... I... I don't believe you no more, sweetheart. You're treacherous just a rattlesnake - another slap - Forty five.          - What I did I've done this thinking about your wellbeing!          - And what I'm doing now is thinking about your own profit, darlin' - another - Forty  four.          A tear felt from one of Glenda's eyes to the floor at that moment and she nervously put her gingerish hair behind her ears, trying to contain the others. She had actually acted crazy on doing what she did. Glenda should have imagined his reaction wouldn't be nothing from good, she  should have contained herself and held her hands when, seeing him to sleep at the motel room after the drinking spree he had taken at the bar and after the shame he had caused her for getting into fighting and confusion, just as always, when she had the disgraced idea of throwing his stuff into the discharge. But Glenda hadn't contained herself, she hadn't held her own hands, and maybe then it was worth for her to be taking the sound beating  she was taking. But... God only knows what she had did it wasn't for evilness... She had did what she did cause she loved that bastard one.          - Another arithmetic question for you, honey - another slap - Forty three! How many sips do you think full a bottle of a liter of whiskey?          All of a sudden opening her eyes wide Glenda instinctively tried to lift up her torso, as readily Eddie pulled her down again by his hand on her nape, and in panic Glenda thought that sixty slaps would be already unsupportable, but that now... Eddie would certainly kill her or she would be without being able to sit down for more than two months.          - Eddie, for God's sake.          - Hum, no, don't put God on this... Forty two! The subject is just between the two of us! Forty one! But, let's go, how many sips, do you think? Now, multiply it for three, which were the bottles you emptied at the toilet. Forty! I guess we wont get out of here today, Glenda.          Clenching her right fist, Glenda without to think punched him over his shin bone, but Eddie just smiled at her insurrection, passing to descend his hand upon her by now with a lesser  interval, in an on end way,  with his look fixed on Glenda's beautiful milky butts by now entirely red. And pointing his tongue out, placing its tip over his upper lip and softly biting it between his teeth, Eddie semi closed his eyes, slightly frowning his eyebrows, starting to keep on the slaps' regressive counting that she deserved just by mind, starting to give permission to himself to slide his eyes through her entirely, there, put over his thighs, who was contracting herself and whimpered at each slap she took. But little by little his angry was dying, and Eddie began feeling pleasure on the slaps he was giving her, although he didn't diminish the strength to which he was  descending them upon the girl, and he beat her still his hand began to ache.          Abandoned over his lap and moaning out loud at every painful slap she received on her naked skin, as it had passed from twenty the ones Glenda had already took, little by little it was like if her butts were starting to get deadened, and she yet didn't suffer so much pain then, and the burnt heat which had installed itself to it ended on spreading itself to the rest of her body. And when she noticed  Glenda wasn't screaming so much by now, although she was still moaning out, but her moans wasn't what they had been at the beginning of the beating, and Glenda could be getting completely crazy, but she was almost able to affirm that, in a certain way, something inside her was, very slowly, it was true, beginning to like the way his large hand was descending on and clapping on her naked skin, and the heat in Glenda started to get into humidity, and the fear and angry into desire.          And Eddie beat her still he get tired, and then, with a downhearted gesture, he finally left Glenda's nape hair, for an instant leading both hands to his hat, taking it off from his head and with a hand palm wiping his forehead off the sweat before to replace it there,  passing then his hand palms on the chest of his white vest that it was everything covering his thorax to dry on his left and to rub on his right one which was reddened and aching. And placing both hands on the girl, who was just panting under a breath then, he put a hand over her back and the other on her butts, that at that time he softly caressed, looking at it with a serious face.          - How many are still missing for me? - Glenda moaned under a breath, only the sound of the heavy breathing of they two fulfilling the environment that was by now silent, and Eddie responded her talking under a breath too:          - It's missing six. Without to mention the ones for the whiskey, to which I didn't start to give you - and while saying like this, he was sliding his eyes through her reddened butts, sliding through it as well by now very steathly the palm of his hand that before was beating on her, until his fingertips to glide in a very slightly way on her sex on display right under, and with them Eddie felt how much wet she was. And slightly stretching his neck to look Glenda between her legs, he poked her there with a finger to inside, to verify it better, and with a sigh Glenda moaned under a breath, biting her lip. And as Eddie returned to palmate his big hand over her butts, softly caressing her by now, Eddie ended saying:          - But that's enough. Now get up, and go to bed - and he give her a little slap, but a tender one this time, as he passed his tongue through his lips - And get on dog style and put that pretty and reddish ass of yours up, cause you're gonna to compensate me a lil' by the wickedness you made me, come on - and again sliding his fingers through her humidity, he whispered - And then maybe I forgive you everything. * * ***************************** * MY CONFESSION TO PRIOR PHILIP: Prior, bah, stop it, today the sin  here is all by mister Kreezer, cause one can't beat on a woman, no, no, no way, not even if at the end she ends liking it. I don't confess nothing. Mmm? But there are, yes, a sin, cause you well noticed that at the end the girl was entirely melted? Well, melted, to don't say sopping wet, isn't, prior? Because, look at that... What to well heat on a butt doesn't do to us, especially when it's with that PHENOMENAL uncle Redmayne's paw, cause, look, my congrats, what a delicious paw that one, my good heaven's Balem! Ok, alright, I've already ended to try to change the subject... But I just say you one thing: As a monk, you're the very attentive to the sordid details. I've got my eyes on you. Hum. Look at the Osmund's example, look how he ended his days... A woman, in a monk's life, it can be the damnation. So, you should not to notice too much. And it all that I'm saying is just for your own profit, cause I love you, y'know? AMEN, LORD BALEM!

#eddie redmayne #fanfic #fanfiction #confessions #eddie kreezer #hick #eddie kreezer x glenda #eddie kreezer fanfic #hick fanfic #for your own profit #glenda #blake lively

[space-lions-and-imagines]

A Very Merry Voltron Valentine’s ft. Pidge

Alternate title: Lance is a little instigating shit and pidge is a huge sappy nerd

A/N this was done with literally no editing or beta so mistakes be damned! Take my trash and do what you will with it lol

~1900 words

“There is no capitalism in space Lance,” Pidge said with a roll of her eyes as she tried to find the perfect ratio of alien ingredients to make the brown sludge in her cup taste like coffee. “And even if we were on Earth I would still try to fight the good fight against corporate schemes that disguise themselves as holidays. Its evil to try and trademark love,” she said pushing herself onto the counter and taking a long sip. Still terrible but if it was giving her at least some sort of buzz so worth it for the time being.

Nothing, however, was worth seeing that horrible ‘I know something you don’t know’ look that Lance wore so proudly. Pidge frowned, tapping her fingers against the ceramic mug trying her hardest to not ask. Asking would mean giving in and admitting she was curious in whatever gossip he had. Even if she was dying to know why he even brought up the subject of Valentine’s Day she didn’t want to feed into his teenage soap opera ways. Lucky for her though he wasn’t very good at keeping things to himself.

“That is very noble. I’m sure you must have been very popular amongst all your tech nerd buddies who also never had dates. But things are different now pidge! You do have a date and maybe they don’t share the same fight the system inclinations you do,” Lance said with what he must have thought was a very casual wave of his hand as he leaned on the counter opposite Pidge “But if you don’t care that s/o got you something well then that’s none of my business,” he continued looking down to pick at his nails.

Pidge’s first thought was that with the right forward momentum she could easily knock Lance to the floor and force him to tell everything he knew about the gift. Of course that’s probably what he wanted judging by his eyebrows lost somewhere in his hairline and toothy smile. So instead she cleared her throat and said “I have to go. Right now. Immediately. And you still can’t pressure me into this …. No matter what may happen in the future know that you had nothing to do with it!” as she ran out of the kitchen.

Pidge’s time off was supposed to be spent working on some personal projects, mostly working on some of her language courses before the castle started beeping at her and projecting holographic reminders in her room. Now she was desperately trying to figure out exactly what romance was even supposed to be. She had visions of hearts and fat babies with bows dancing around her head as she tried to remember what Valentines was like back home. She groaned, pulling at her hair and slumping onto her bed. “Sure Pidge you’re suuuuuuch a genius. Alien tech, no problem. Giant lion weapon system, no problem. Get your date mate a nice present and suddenly I’m as intelligent as a snail. Ugh no … that’s an insult to snails!” she mumbled grabbing a pillow to scream into.

She did nothing but simmer like that for a long time, the wheels turning and turning in her head to the point she was sure there was smoke coming out of her ears. Then suddenly she sat up right, the fire moving from her brain to her eyes. “I’ve been looking at this all wrong. I can’t figure this out the way Lance would. I have to solve it my way. Besides my way is going to end up being much more efficient and not only help myself but all other romantically troubled people to come!” she announced to her audience of scattered tools and crushed energy drink cans before setting to her new task: finding the scientific solution to the perfect Valentine’s Day.

It was at best a show of her dedication to s/o but at its worst, and somewhere a little closer to the truth, it looked like a conspiracy theorist wall. Pictures and words taped to the wall with multicolored string creating a makeshift obstacle course. Several people had tried to come check on her only to look at the mess, decide it wasn't their problem and walk right back out. Even s/o had been warned about Pidge’s strange project and hadn’t been around except to leave snacks and the occasional ‘remember to drink lots of water!’ note. At long, long last though she was certain that she had the key. A fool proof plan she had gotten all of the details perfected at three o’clock in the morning.

Well almost perfect, she had neglected one detail in her pursuit of scientifically backed romance; she had absolutely no idea where to get any of it. They were currently trying to lay low which meant there was no guarantee of the next time they would be going off ship. The only option she had was to work with what was around the castle … it was going to be a long day.

~*~

Pidge had looked rough before, forgetting to sleep for a couple days could do that but it was nothing compared to how she looked and felt now. It seemed like it was just disaster after another, she tried to not think of it as a metaphor for her life. First it was the flowers, a classic and what she assumed would be the easiest considering Allura had a greenhouse tucked away in the upper stories of the castle. Pidge had found the most appealing colors and shapes, trying to match those she knew from Earth, to create the ultimate bouquet. It was going great until she broke into a rainbow of rashes in some equally as colorful places on her body. That dream was quickly squashed.

Pidge thought that at least she could have a nice dinner and some chocolates to give to s/o, Hunk was a sap for that mushy kind of stuff. Heck he had been making everything heart shaped for month in preparation for the big day! Yet Pidge had all but been laughed out when she brought her requested menu. “Dude I would love to help you and I can do what I can buuuuut this is not Earth. I don’t have anything that’s even close to, what was it you wanted steak? Really, steak? And truffles? Oh man I wish I had access to some chocolate! It’s a nice thought but the best I can do is like a trio of space goo,” Hunk said before Pidge kicked that damned goo machine and left.

The rest of her tasks when just about the same. The closest thing to a stuffed animal she found was the training robots. The shiniest thing she could find to try and make jewelry was scraps of galra tech which just seemed ominous. She had managed to blow up something resembling a balloon but discovered whatever gas she used was very unstable finally leaving her empty handed and half an eyebrow short.

She trudged back to her room late into the night, worse for the ware and completely down in spirits. “This is what I get for turning my back on my morals, karma apparently works over time in space,” she snorted as she belly flopped onto the bed wondering if she suffocated in the sheets if she would be allowed out of the Valentine’s celebrations that she was sure Lance had planned for later the next day. She was perfectly willing to wallow in her own sadness until she was dragged out to see what amazing thing s/o had gotten her when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Her heart fluttered, knowing who it had to be but almost hoping that it wasn’t. The soft footsteps could only belong to one person and despite the fact nothing was going right Pidge was happy to hear them. After all the trouble and disappointment they were the only person she could think of that she would want to be around. Even if she had nothing to give in return. “Hey there stranger, I didn’t realize we had someone new living in the castle. I have heard a ghost has been roaming as of late though,” they teased as they sat on the edge of the bed with legs crisscrossed. “I did try ghost hunting but haven’t had much luck …. Ya know I missed you Pidge,” they added with quiet sincerity.

It wasn’t posed as a question or even with the air of sad guilt for which Pidge was eternally grateful. It was something she appreciated with their relationship; there was never any need to explain her weird habits until she was ready to talk. “Im a weirdo who doesn’t deserve your patience but I will selfishly accept it,” Pidge said slumping and twisting around until her head was resting in their lap, her arms hugging their waist. “But good news is ghostbusters have stopped by and eliminated all ghosts. I’m back to being my usual annoying goblin of a person,” she said grinning up at them.

“Mmm you are definitely more of a troll but whatever you decide to be, as long as you’re mine again, I’m happy~” they cooed down at her, rubbing her arm and bending down to kiss the top of her head. Pidge gave a content sigh and wanted to bury herself in this moment, get lost in the warmth and serenity of being reunited with them. “Aaaaaaan because you’re mine I kinda got you something. Lance has been on my case about Valentine’s Day, which I personally think is a sort of emotional cop out but I couldn’t resist a chance at arts and crafts,” they grinned, gently scooching Pidge over to reach for something in their pocket.

Pidge expected to be a nervous wreck, feeling so low that she would want to puke but she instead found herself actually anxious to see what it was. The earlier disdain of not being able to make a perfect gift a shadow in the back of her mind, almost laughable in that moment. She held out her hand to accept what she now saw was a card, pushing herself up to get a better view of what it said. On the front there was a cartoonish picture of a galaxy, stars and planets dotting the shimmery blue paper, and bubble letters that read ‘Are you stuck in space Valentine?’ then opened up to a very crude sketch of what was undeniably a butt surrounded by all capital letters in harsh red print ‘BECAUSE THAT ASS IS OUT OF THIS WORLD.’

There was silence for a minute, while s/o sat biting their lip, opening their mouth stuttering about how they weren’t a great artist and that she didn’t have to like it she just thought the joke was funny but they could totally forget the whole thing. Only shutting up when Pidge crashed her lips against their own, laughing into the kiss so hard they seemed to be vibrating against each other, tears wetting their cheeks before they pulled away gasping for air while the last fit of giggles left their systems.

“This is perfect. You’re perfect,” Pidge said, arms wrapped around s/o’s neck with her forehead resting against theirs. They giggled again and kissed the tip of her nose “Only cause I have someone to be perfect for,” they replied with another smile which Pidge happily returned. Again she didn’t deserve someone this amazing but she wouldn’t want anything else.

#pidge #pidge x reader #voltron x reader #pidge fanfic #im not super happy with the middle #but i like the beginning and end #*shrugs*