#AU by Mod Pidge

[pnk-motha-fuckin-blur]

PNK Scout

Name: Ida Pidge

Age: 19

Gender: FtX (transmasc)

Pronouns: they/them, he/him

Sexuality: aroace

Autistic, ADHD

mod info ↓

Name: Stel or Cotard

Age: 19

Gender: FtM (genderfluid, biblimodernangelic)

Pronouns: he/him, he/hymn, it/that, ha/lo

Sexuality: aroace fagdyke

Autistic, ADHD, plural

Stoner

id also like to note that Ida's personality is based on my own, I just made them more excitable because they're a scout

if you need me to tag anything shoot me an ask or dm or whatever and I'll tag it :3

main is @trickster-tabby

TF2 au blog is @stels-tf2-au

[lotidge]

Spider-Gwen Au. Where before Voltron, Pidge was the one that got bitten by a radioactive spider. And became a hero.

Approved

(Mod hess has still yet to watch Into the Spiderverse, so these references mean very little)

[bosspigeon]

god so because A Certain Someone has started posting fhr content again (👀) i am thinking about the fact that i decided on a whim to make my sidestep's eye Creepy Flat Black bc i was like yeah superheroes are real this isn't weird at all!

but I never considered the fact that his eyes could str8 up be modded

[seeds-of-the-garden]

PLANCE SOULMATE AU PLEASEEEE

@ziawushere did you order angst with a side of bi Pidge? Cause uh, that’s what came out of the kitchen.

Happy New Year! Kicking off 2021 with an extra long seed to make things bright.

The ‘Might Be’s and the ‘Hasn’t Been’s

Tequila wasn’t her poison of choice — and drinking alone at the Garrison bar definitely wasn’t her thing — but today, maybe it was needed.

Isabella Anderson. The pale grey letters curled around her wrist, spelling out the name in a beautiful cursive Pidge could never hope to achieve herself. She’d traced the curve of each letter over and over every day for decades, wondering about the woman who wrote it, but they’d never met. Pidge had been in space, fighting a war, and Isabella had been on Earth...dying in it.

She should feel something, right? Heartbroken? Sad? As a paladin, Pidge was one of the few people who could stop the war, so technically it could be classed as her fault. Where was the sting of failure?

Another sip, and the burn made her wince.

Maybe she should feel relieved. She’d never been one for the whole soulmate thing, and it hadn’t stopped her dating in the past. Now she could throw herself into relationships judgement-free. That was a good thing, right?

Instead she just had this weird lump in her chest, and she didn’t know what it was.

“Pidge?” She glanced up in surprise to see Lance slipping on the stool next to her, surprise evident on his own face. “What are you doing here alone?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged and signalled the bartender for a beer, settling in with a shrug. “I was meant to be meeting a date outside but got stood up. Was about to head home when I saw you.”

“Oh,” she said, furrowing her brow. She didn’t know who his date had been, but it must have been fairly important — he was dressed pretty nicely in slacks and a button-down, and Lance cleaned up good. Miss Flake didn’t know what she was missing. “Are you okay?”

“It was a blind date.” He took a sip of his beer, then grinned and nudged her elbow. “Besides, now I get to hang out with you.”

Pidge just rolled her eyes and took another sip, trying to hide the wince. “Awesome.”

Something in her voice must have given her away, because Lance’s expression immediately shifted into one of concern. “Hey, are you okay?”

Damn him and his perceptiveness. She shrugged, considering. It wasn’t like he’d understand — not when his own soulmate had walked away in front of them — and maybe it would just bring up old wounds? It wasn't exactly something talking about could fix, either.

"Pidge?" 

He touched her hand, gently, his sleeve cuff grazing her mark, and suddenly she needed to say it.

"I checked the database earlier," she blurted out, fingers tightening around her glass. "The soulmate one they set up after the war."

Understanding flashed in his eyes and he squeezed the back of her hand with a chuckle. "Finally," he said. "It only took you what? Five years?"

Pidge snorted. "Four."

"Still." He took a sip, then looked at her expectantly. "And?"

And? Good question.

Lance was quiet, watching her patiently as she lifted her glass to her lips and forced the liquid down. He wouldn't push her — he never did. In the years since his return he'd been there for every heartbreak, every setback at work, every passing crush on whichever guy or girl took her fancy. And he'd never pushed.

The lump in her chest was still there, heavy and choking, but having Lance with her made it feel more manageable. Stronger. Less alone.

Thank quiznak for his missing date.

When the glass was empty, she grimaced and put it back down on the bar with a soft thunk. “Dead. Died in the first wave.”

Lance made a sympathetic noise beside her.

“I’m not sure how I feel,” she admitted, her eyes trained on the bar-top but one foot absently knocking against his shin. His tap in response was immediate, and she sighed as some of the tension drained away at the contact.  “Am I supposed to contact her family? I should be sad, right?”

What would she even say to her family? 

A glass of water appeared in front of her and she glanced up, offering him a small smile. “Thanks.”

“No worries.” A moment passed and then he shrugged and lifted his own glass, draining the whole thing before slamming it back down on the bar. “Alicia Thornbottom.”

“What?”

“Alicia Thornbottom,” he repeated, avoiding her gaze and signalling the bartender for another. “She died in a camp not too far from here, about a week before we made it back. She was my soulmate.”

Pidge stared at him. “I thought Allura was your soulmate?”

“Nope.”

“But you always said Allura was your soulmate. All those years on the castle, you said it was Allura.”

It had been one of the reasons why she'd never asked him out back then. You don't ask your crush out when their soulmate's right there.

“I lied,” he said simply, apparently happy to ignore her internal blue-screening in favour of watching her over the top of his new beer with a glint in his eye. “You can check if you want.”

“I—” Pidge paused, suddenly realising that she’d never actually seen his soulmark. “Where is your soulmark, anyway?” 

A devilish smirk took over Lance's expression and he waggled his eyebrows at her. “I’ll let you see it if you really want.”

She lifted an eyebrow dubiously. She knew that look.

He winked, making sure he had her attention, then oh-so-slowly tapped high up on his inner thigh. “You only have to ask.”

“Lance!” Heat rushed to her face and he burst out laughing. “What the quiznak!”

He only laughed harder in response, a deep, warm sound, and Pidge found herself laughing along despite herself.  Nine years on and he was still as big of a pain in the ass as when she’d first met him. At least he was better at picking his audience.

“I like to think,” Lance said when he’d calmed down, straightening up in his seat again, “that a girl with a name like Alicia Thornbottom would find me much too crass for her tastes.”

The idea was irritating. “She’d have poor taste, then.” 

If anything, Lance would have been too good for her.

He tipped his glass in thanks. “Nah, she’d just be way above my station.”

“You dated a princess.”

“I did,” he said, nodding sagely, “but Allura would have thrown me across the room for cracking a joke like that. Lady Thornbottom would have had people to do that for her.”

Pidge snorted, her eyes falling on her own mark again. “I never thought that much about mine. Just that I like her handwriting.”

Speculating too much had always felt like a recipe for disappointment, and Pidge worked on facts anyway. The data points she had were few — Spanish forename, English surname, local to the area according to the database, and likely a master calligrapher. Extrapolation pointed to a mixed-race artist, but beyond that it was anyone’s guess. 

And now she’d never know. “I never liked the idea of soulmates, anyway,” she mumbled, eyes still on her mark. “It felt so…”

“Superficial?”

She raised her eyes to meet his, surprised to see understanding there. Though perhaps she shouldn’t be, given what she’d just found out. “Yeah, superficial. Love is supposed to grow naturally, not because some higher power decreed it.”

“Exactly," he said decisively. "My parents aren’t soulmates, either. Maybe I would have loved Alicia. Maybe not. I don’t get to find out, but that doesn’t mean I’ll never fall in love. It just means I’ll have to figure it out for myself.”

Pidge took a sip of water and considered his words. Figuring it out herself hadn’t been going well. “I don’t think you’ll get very far if your dates keep standing you up.”

“Eh..” He shrugged, flashing her a cryptic smile. “I told you, it was just a blind date. Nadia set it up. I’ve actually had my eye on someone else for a couple of months.”

She frowned. Since when? He’d taken up a good chunk of her free time in the last few months, and he’d certainly never bothered to mention anyone over 2am tacos. “Oh? Someone from work?”

“Yeah,” he said carefully, watching her over his glass. “I’ve been thinking about asking her out, though. Gave myself a deadline of next week.”

Pidge’s heart sank. She should be happy for him — she really should — but next week was her birthday, and that would mean he’d be too busy being lovey-dovey to spend it with her if his mystery girl said yes. 

Maybe she should get another drink.

“Why next week?”

Lance drained the rest of his glass and stood up, throwing a few notes on the bar. “Cause it’s her birthday next week. Come on.”

Pidge froze.

She had a mental file of most of the people they worked with, and she couldn’t think of anybody else with a birthday next week. Was there a new girl? No, he would have mentioned a new girl.

That meant he could only be talking about her.

“Come on.” He nudged her elbow, prodding her to stand up too. She lifted her eyes to his, heat blooming across her cheeks, and was surprised to see a blush darkening his own cheeks. “I’m all dressed up to take a pretty lady out to dinner, and there’s a pretty lady right here. Plus you probably really need someone to take you to dinner right now.”

“I, uh…” She was flustered, why was she flustered? This was Lance. “I’m...I’m not really dressed for a date.”

He held out a hand, then hesitated — nervous, she realised. Anybody else might have missed it, but she knew Lance well enough to know when the bravado was a front — and then dropped it with a sigh. “You just found out your soulmate’s dead, Pidge. I’m not going to ask you out on a date tonight. You need some comfort and a distraction.”

That made sense, but she couldn’t help but point out: “Dates are a distraction.”

Lance snorted as she slid from her stool and packed up her handbag. “And maybe I’d want our date to be more than a distraction?”

She looked at him, wondering. Maybe she wasn’t that far off figuring it out after all. 

“I guess I’ll find out next week, huh?” she asked coyly, a smile playing on her lips as they walked towards the door.

He beamed back at her.

“Yeah. You’ll find out next week.”

[vxltrxn-imagines]

The Voltrons- Heather AU- KeithxReader

Chapter Three- Fight For Me

(A/N: Ah the song that started it all. I've imagined this song with Keith ever since I first saw Voltron then was rewatching Heathers again. Also sorry this took a while I really was trying to work hard to make sure this was different from earlier fic I’ve posted of this, and I just had my wisdom teeth removed, so it was hard to write in the pain plus the loopiness. Hope you guys enjoy this though!)

(Y/N) was curious as she approached the empty table this guy was sitting at, she opened her mouth to start to speak before he interrupted her thoughts and spoke first,

“You shouldn't have bowed down to them. Like some sort of dog.” He scowled softly,

“W-What??” She asked, taken aback, it was a small shock that someone still would stand up to her,

“You clearly have a soul. That guy was your friend, they're all going to crush him.” He sat up from the table and began walking away,

“Hey! Wait! I didn't catch your name!” (Y/N) called, causing the guy to turn back and look at her through his mullet,

“That's because I didn't throw it.” He said as he walked off, causing (Y/N) to stare at him as he walked away. Something in her felt...different. Like she was never truly happy until this moment; Something just felt right.

From across the lunchroom, Kurt and Ram were watching in a huff,

“Who does that guy in the jacket think he is anyway!?” Kurt huffed, “That mullets so gay!”

“(Y/N) seems to be into his stupid act though.” Ram said with his arms crossed, not happy,

“Let's go kick his ass!” Kurt called as he walked up to the guy who now was sitting in the corner, “Hey sweetheart. What did your boyfriend say when you told him you were moving to Ohio?” He snickered, as the guy rolled his eyes and tried to ignore them,

“Doesn't the cafeteria have a no fags allowed rule?” Ran asked, as the guy sighed, finally having enough,  

“They seem to have an open door policy on assholes though.” He responded, brushing part of his mullet out of his face and stood up, knowing what he just said was going to start a fight. Sure enough, Kurt and Ram came at him, but he was prepared for it. Students started to gather around excitedly,

“Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit!” They chanted, loving whenever there was drama, causing (Y/N) to look up from where she was. Her jaw dropped as she saw the fight that was ensuing, and she softly sang to herself,

“Why when you see boys fight Does it look so horrible Yet... feel so right?” She asked as she got closer to the crowd around the fight, “I shouldn't watch this crap That’s not who I am But with this kid… Daaaaamn”

She fawned, as she slowly walked up to the crowd, to get a better look at his face and at the fight. It was pretty easy, kids automatically started moving out of their way for her now since she joined The Voltrons, she held her diary close to her heart as she slowly was singing to herself, as Ram and Kurt were getting their asses handed to them,

“Hey, mister no-name kid So who might you be? And could you fight for me” She sang, staring at him adoringly, “And hey, could you face the crowd Could you be seen with me and still act proud”

She wandered up closer to the fight, as suddenly everything paused,

“Hey, could you hold my hand And could you carry me through no man's land” 

She cried, as she held his hand that wasn’t busy punching Ram, loving the feeling of it, loving the feeling of feeling protected by it.

“It's fine if you don't agree But I would fight for you If you would fight for me”

She let go of his hand and backed up, as everything around her started playing again, but she was too busy imagining a world where they were together, kicking some ass and kissing passionately as they finish, “Let them drive us underground I don't care how far You can set my broken bones and I know CPR”

She slightly leaned left, totally swooning as she sang that, imagining how the feel of his lips would be against hers, “Well, whoa, you can punch real good You've lasted longer than I thought you would”

Nobody had ever lasted this long against Kurt and Ram together, and she was totally into it, finding him incredibly hot,

“So hey, mister no-name kid If some night you're free Wanna fight for me? If you're still alive I would fight for you If you would fight for me”

She finished her song as the students around her started chanting again as the fight was ending, with Mr No Name Kid as the clear winner, “Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit Holy SHIT!” (Y/N) started to make her way back up to the stranger, before he and Kurt and Ram were all dragged to the principal's office, and The Voltrons started gathering around her to gossip about what just happened, before (Y/N) told them to come over after school to talk about it instead. She was much too distracted in thoughts of him right now to talk about anything else.

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Later that afternoon, (Y/N) and the Voltrons were playing croquet in (Y/N)’s back yard. It seemed perfectly convenient that all of them had color balls that matched the colors that they always wore, like some force perfectly planned this scene. Shiro rolled his eyes as he looked over at (Y/N),

“God. Do you always droll this much over guys? You were practically throwing your panties at the new kid,” He paused, and took a look around the house surrounding him, “And, judging by the look of this place, you can’t afford new panties.” He finished his sentence, as Lance and Pidge laughed, but it was more forced than natural laughter; After all, this was what they were ordered to do, Obey and follow all of Shiro’s cues.

“Oh come on, I don’t even know his name. I was just admiring his fighting style.” (Y/N) immediately replied, getting defensive.

“Righhhtt.” He said, as he walked over, and purposely hit his ball to knock Pidge’s off the field. “Your turn, Pidge.” He smirked as Pidge looked back at her ball with annoyance and walked over to it,

“Oh give it up girl.” Lance called out to her, but Pidge was annoyed and determined. She took a deep breath and hit the ball to bounce it off a tree, and through the hoop. Immediately everyone started to cheer for her, except Shiro, as she took a small victory.

“Come take a break, have some pate!” A woman called from a small garden table, causing (Y/N) to look up and smile,

“Sure thing mom! Be right there!” She replied as she walked up, Shiro walking behind her as he began to inspect the plate,

“This isn’t pate this is liverwurst…” He said, with disgust in his voice. (Y/N) shot a look at her mother begging her not to blow this for her. Mrs. (L/N) shined a fake smile,

“Yes, I’m aware. It’s a family joke.” “Oh..haha. Verry funny.” Shiro shot sarcastically,

“So. Do you all have any plans for tonight?” Mr. (L/N) asked. “We’re taking (Y/N) to her first big homecoming party~” Lance cooed from the background, causing Shiro to look at his Swatch,

“Speaking of which…”

“Right! Sorry mom, we have to motor if we want to be ready for that party.” (Y/N) called as everyone started to walk off, until her mother took her arm to hold her back,

“Hey..don’t let those populars change you.” She warned, “You have other friends. You have Hunk.” She spoke softly, causing (Y/N) to look down, still feeling horrible about earlier with him,

“Maybe-Maybe I want more to life than liverwurst and cooking mom…” She replied, as she pulled her arm away from her mother, and wiped her tears secretly. Forcing a brave face as she headed up to get ready for the party later.

[hidge-resource]

you cannot descend, so raise the fruit to your lips and call the underworld up to you day 6: companions | springtime, for @hidge-week​. master study of springtime - Pierre-Auguste Cot

[mydearestreaderfanfics]

Viral (Pidge x Reader) 2/4 YouTube AU

Warnings: None, I think

Word Count: 2,251

Prompt/Request: None

Summary: Continuation of Livestream Mishaps. After a messy meeting, Pidge and the reader become friends. After a visit from Lance, the reader realizes that their feelings may be more than platonic. Misunderstandings and hilarity ensue.

Author: Mod Alex

Chpt. 1

As promised you led Pidge to a quaint little coffee shop you frequented. The cafe wasn’t particularly well-known and had bookshelves lining several walls on both of the floors. Since the last time you’d been there, they seem to have added a few more plush antique armchairs and couches, all adorned with eclectic throw pillows. You turned to an awestruck Pidge with a smug grin. “You like?” “How have I never been here?” You laughed softly. “Not many people know about this place since it doesn’t look like much from the street. That’s part of the reason I like it so much.” While you loved your fans, sometimes you just wanted to go somewhere where there wasn’t many people and the people who did go there had no idea who you were. “I get what you mean.” “Besides that, they’ve got great coffee. What were you wanting?” She glanced up at the board displaying the menu. “Vienna roast?” Surprise spread across your features, you hadn’t taken her for a dark roast drinker. That surprise was quickly replaced with a smile, somehow it was endearing. “Great!” “Thanks, I’ll go get us a table.” “Sounds good!” When you got to the register, you order both your drinks along with a slice of tiramisu to share with Pidge. You hoped she liked it. “Your total is $8.82. By the way, you and your girlfriend look absolutely adorable together.” You handed the barista your credit card, blushing brightly. “She isn’t- I mean we aren't-” “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I just figured.” “Don’t worry about it.” You smiled sheepishly, glancing back to see where Pidge had sat. Did you two really make a cute couple? Your fans and now the barista seemed to think so. No. You shouldn’t even be thinking that you had just met her after all. “Name?” For a second you were wondering why the barista wanted to know Pidge’s name, then you realized, with a fair deal of embarrassment, that she was asking for your name for the order. “(Y/N).” “Thanks! We’ll call your name so you can pick up your order.”

You walked back to the table, strategically balancing both coffees and the tiramisu on your arms. Taking her coffee, Pidge offered her thanks. “I wasn’t sure if you'd eaten or not. Either way, they have really good tiramisu; I thought you might want to split it?” She nods. “Sure that sounds good.” You make idle chat over coffee, swapping editing tips and talking about how you started making videos and what you did besides videos. Eventually, the conversation shifted to your personal lives. “Yeah, Lance and I are actually friends, we met back in high school. A lot of people think we’ve dated, but he just came from a really affectionate household, besides he’s like my brother.” You laugh, remembering the weekends spent with Lance’s large family. “That’s the same way it is with Hunk and me. It’s crazy to think our friends have been friends and never bothered to introduce us.” “I know right? Although I won’t lie, it does feel like I’ve known you forever.” “I was thinking the same thing actually.” A baby grandfather clock rang from within the cafe interrupting your conversation. “Is it already that late?! I am so sorry, I have to go.” “Oh, yeah. I’m sorry too, I must’ve lost track of time. Let me walk you to your car?” “Scooter actually, but sure.”

When you got home that night, you crawled into bed, the events of the day going through your mind like a slideshow. Had the most dramatic series of events really taken place within the past 48 hours? It felt hard to believe. You felt restless and giddy. Despite how terrible this morning had been, you were happy to have met Pidge. Curiosity and restlessness spurred you to grab your phone and see what exactly the content of PidgeonPlays was. The large 6:00 flashed in fluorescent blue as your alarm went off. You barely heard it over your uncontained laugh. Oh no. You really hadn’t meant to binge watch. You tried to rationalize it. Her videos were lengthy and you obviously had to finish the series once you started it. You couldn’t just watch as she began playing Papo & Yo and not watch to see the conclusion. She was witty, clever, and had a knack for incorporating dry humor into her videos. You couldn’t wait to see her newest upload. The very one that she had left your coffee date- er coffee hangout for. You sighed, you couldn’t go back to sleep now, you had promised you’d help Lance with a video today. Might as well get ready. You put on a pot of coffee before hopping in the shower with hopes of it waking you up a little. The no sleep was really starting to creep in. By the time you were out of the shower, dressed, and on your second cup of coffee, the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang. Only one ridiculous friend of yours was known to do this. Lance. “It’s open!” Lance strode into your kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “I figured you were sleeping still.” “Hey! That happened one time and it was only because you had me go to a con with you and then an after-party afterward. It’s your fault if you think about it.” You stuck your tongue out childishly making Lance laugh. “Fine, I guess not all of us are blessed with the grace to be an early riser like me.” You nearly spit out your coffee from laughing. “Grace? You? Sure Lancy-pants. Whatever you gotta tell yourself.” He threw a piece of his toast (stolen from your pantry might you add) at you before pulling your laptop up. He clicked open the internet, your laptop directing him to YouTube: your homepage. “Oh-ho-ho. What do we have here?” “What are you going on about?” “Maybe the fans knew more than you wanted to let on.” “Lance, seriously, stop being cryptic, what are you talking about?” He turned the computer so the screen was facing you. Much to your embarrassment, PidgeonPlays filled up more than half of your recommended videos. “It’s not like that, it’s just um. Well, you see, she um, I mean we- She’s just a really good youtuber and since we met I just wanted to see what her channel was about. Hah, yeah.” Lance gave you an ‘I-don't-believe-you’ look. “You wouldn’t have this recommends if you were just checking her channel out.” He did finger quotations for emphasis. You went red with chagrin. “She’s funny, okay? We just met anyway.” He laughed again, though, he thankfully decided to drop the topic in favor of starting to record.

“Okay, so you have to play the catty instructor. She was super mean, so do your best Lotor impression.” “You got it, boss.” You flipped your hair and did your best sneer making Lance burst into a fit of giggles. “Perfect! Just like that.” Two hours later, you had finally filmed all the material needed for Lance’s ‘How I Became an Aerial Silk Performer’ skit video. There was plenty of editing to be done still, and you figured he would likely post the bloopers in a separate video in a few days. “Alright, so now you can get out of my house right?” You both knew you were joking. “I thought you enjoyed having me over, I’m hurt, (Y/N).” “Oh shush, I guess you can stay.” Your phone pinged. It was a text from an unknown number. Hesitantly you opened up the message.

Unknown Number Hey, this is Pidge. I got your number from Lance. I hear you watched my videos. [emoji of Pidge laughing smugly]

You What? Nope, never seen your videos before. Never. Not one

Pidge If you say so. [emoji of Pidge winking]

That’s it, Lance was a deadman. “Lance! You told Pidge I binged her videos?!” The guilty party lifted his hands in surrender. “She thought it was sweet. Here look.” He passed his phone to you. The messages in question were all there, as he had said.

Lance hey! #5

Pidge What do you want Lance?

Lance you know (y/n), right? she likes your videos she says it’s for research but i don’t buy it

Pidge Really?

Lance have i ever lied to you before?

Pidge Yes. I just messaged her. You were telling the truth?

Lance i told you [exaggerated frown emoji]

Pidge That’s kind of sweet. Did they like the videos?

Lance [smug emoji x3]

Pidge Nevermind!

You handed the phone back to Lance, a slight blush dusting over your features. “You suck.” “Aww, you’re blushing.” “Shush or I’ll tell Allura that you’re basically in love with her.” “You wouldn’t dare.” You gave him a pointed look and he frowned. “Fine. Blackmailing is not a good look on you just so you know.” You shrugged. “Just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” “If you two do get together, I will be expecting a thank you.” “I said shush!” Your blush had worsened considerably.

A week had gone by since then and while you still didn’t appreciate Lance interfering like that, you were thankful to have Pidge’s number. You two had been talking every day since then. Mostly about nothing too particularly important.

Pidge Hey!

You Oh hey

Pidge I have some bad news

You Oh no! What happened? Are you okay?

Pidge Just take a look for yourself [link to tumblr page]

Worried, you clicked on the link. At first, you felt relieved, it wasn’t a picture of Pidge’s leg in a cast or any other horrible scenario your brain had conjured up. Instead, it was a picture of you and Pidge at the coffee shop from the other day. You weren’t sure why the image had distressed Pidge until you saw the caption. ‘Looks like PidgeonPlays and OneUpGames are closer than they want us to think ;)’ Oh no, indeed. Why couldn’t you just live in peace? Clicking back to your messages, you typed a hasty response.

You Oh no

Pidge I know! They just don’t quit, do they?

You I’m sorry This is all my fault

Pidge No. You didn't’ set this up. I just don’t know what to do.

You I don’t know

Pidge’s text bubble popped up and went away a handful of times, effectively putting you on the brink of an anxiety attack. Finally, her message popped up.

Pidge What if we did a collab?

You You think that would help? Wouldn’t it just make them assume worse than they are now???

Pidge Well yes. But not if we do this right. It should be a four player game. And the commentary would explain everything better.

You Can’t get worse than it already is, I guess

You and Pidge got Lance and Hunk to join you. While their channel’s had nothing to do with gaming, they did enjoy playing games and were more than willing to help you both out. You sent out a tweet letting people know that you were doing a collab and would be going live on YouNow in a couple of minutes. The four of you were getting hooked up to the streaming platform while waiting for the time you posted to roll around. You really hoped this would work.

“What’s up multiplayers?! (Y/N) here with some special guests.” “Hey! Hey! LanceALot here!” “Hi, guys. I’m here too!” “It’s me again, rovers.” “Now that the guests have introduced themselves, let’s play.” Between scrambling through a digital kitchen, the four of you banted. “Pidge, you’re burning the burger!” “It’s not my fault, we were supposed to trade stations like two minutes ago, Lance.” “Uh, hey guys. The kitchen is on fire…” “Hold on, I have the fire extinguisher. Move, move, move!” You ended the round with two stars. “Before we keep going, let’s check out the audience’s messages.

FirstMultiplayer: asdfghjfddusb this is the collab of my dreams!!! roundtableknight: can you guys turn the music down we can’t hear you talking SinnamonRoll: I didn’t know you played games, Hunk :O Katie Kate: did you guys see the picture on tumblr? shhhh753: Yes. :( My poor OneUpLanceALot shipper heart is broken. PidgeonGamesfangirl: I SAW IT!! i’M THRIVING!!

You turned down the volume of the music as requested and read the messages out loud. “Wow, guys. We aren’t dating, (y/n) just bought me coffee to apologize for the misunderstanding.” “Haha yeah. Because some of you can’t seem to drop it. Pidge is a great person, but we are just friends. I promise. And to answer some of you, no Lance and I am not dating either. I am a single pringle for the time being, okay.” Hunk laughed at your expression. “We have time for one more round before we have to go. Let’s do a super difficult one,” Lance interjected before you could read any more comments. “SOunds good! Let’s do this!” You failed miserably and had a few good laughs before finally ending the stream.

That night after the stream, you looked through the comments. Several fans were disappointed while others held onto the hopes of you secretly dating Pidge. You sighed. Their persistence was not making your growing feelings for Pidge any easier to bury away. She wanted to be friends. That's it. You should want the same, right? But no, your stupid heart had to go and fall for the damn mystery girl.

[foralternateuniverses]

Voltron: Legacy of a Defender

Katerina ‘Pidge’ Holt

Second child of an Italian mother and American usa father. She was born in Italy, and lived there until she finished elementary school, they moved to the USA because of her father’s job.

There she decided that she prefered to be home schooled, and used her spare time to study technology, with her brothers’s and dad’s help. 

Her family became friends with the Shiroganes, and she bonded with the Shirogane brothers, later with their just adopted brother too, over different things.

Soon she started to help her dad on his second secret job, although she never went in a mession until that one time with Akira, Leandro, Hunk and Shiro.

Princess Allura of planet Altea

Her mother died while giving birth, so she was mainly raised by her father kinig Alfor, his advisor Coran and the castle staff, beloved princess, she received the best education and training, expelling at languages and several forms of combat, having an Altean style of Krav Maga as her main battle style along with archery.

But when he was almost a teenager (by altean standards), one of their ‘drull’ servants murdered her father and started a ‘drull’ rebelion, killing hundreds of alteans just to leave the planet and form his own empire in planet Daibazaal.

Since then Coran and the Altean council runned the planet, while she continued preparing to become the queen.

Several years after that, the legendary blue lion arrived to Altea, bringing with it 5 earthlings and Arus’ prince, Bandor.

Princess Romelle of planet Arus

She was born before the king married, her mother was a maid, who later was accused of trying to kill the king to become queen, and exiled. Yet, the king decided to raise her, deciding (against the council’s wishes) that she would be his sucesor.

Not so soon the king got married to a noble woman, with who had a son, Bandor. The noble woman was kind, and raised both kids as her own, she thaught the young princess to sing, both bonding with their love for arts.

Unfortunately, when Bandor was still too young, the queen died from a heart illnes with which she was born; the princess took care of her little brother since then (with the help of the king and castle staff).

As time went on, the king became ill with an unknown sickness, it all became worse when her brother dissappeared, with her father bedridden and slowly dying and her little brother nowhere to be found she felt like her world was ending.

So she didn’t think thice when she was told that he would be able to get her brother back if she helped Altea.

Akira Keith Kogane and Leandro ‘Lance’ McLain

Part one, the messy part.

Part 2, about Voltron, the first arc of the story, and about the universe.

Matt, Lotor and Ryo Shirogane

-mod Zeth

[incorrectvoltron]

College au klance

Lance sighed and threw himself onto the tiny sofa of his and Keith’s shared dorm, groaning and making Keith look up from his book.

Keith took one look at Lance then hummed. “Professor Iverson?” He asked in a deadpan

“Professor Iverson,” Lance repeated with a small nod.

‘That asshole..” Keith muttered, getting up from his bed and walking to the sofa, pretty much picking Lance up, then sitting down and resting Lance’s head on his lap, staring down at those dark blue eyes that had caught his attention the first time they met. “C’mon, what’d he did this time?” He asked.

Lance smiled and just went off. “So you know how me, Pidge, and Hunk have to do that project? Well Iverson caught me standing back and having Pidge and Hunk talk their science babble for one second and Naturally he starts talking to the whole class about how there’s gonna be a team “evaluation” by the end of the project. Everyone knew it was me he was talking about and it was so embarrassing! Like, yeah! I know that i’m not a good part of the team, he doesn’t need to point it ou-” He was cut off by Keith covering Lance’s mouth with a hand, and didn’t speak again when Keith removed it.

“We’ve talked about this, Lance. No negatives. You’re amazing.” Keith reminded softly. “I’d kill to have you on my team, and Pidge and Hunk would agree.” he smiled back when Lance’s smile widened more. “Don’t let Iverson get you down, He’s just an ass.”

Lance’s smile turned into a smirk and he sat up, putting a flirty arm around Keith’s shoulder. “Yeah, you’re right, I am pretty awesome.” he boasted, looking at Keith with a bright, happy look.

Keith gave a laugh and shoved him off. “Yeah, don’t let it get to your head, you’re ego’s big enough as it is.”

[yourfavisinthedashconballpit]

I will not allow this to be left unseen in the replies. OFMD Dashcon AU. Thank you @jaskierswift.

Stede Bonnet (ofmd) is in the dashcon ballpit

Stede Bonnet from Our Flag Means Death is sitting in the Dashcon Ballpit!!!

[fuckyeahkatieholt]

Me shamelessly encouraging the mod of @fuckyealance today to draw more Altean!Pidge? Way more likely than you think.

[seeds-of-the-garden]

Plance in a stardew valley au (if anyone is familiar with the game) i can't get this idea out of my head

I had to look up what the game was about and I hope I did some this some justice for you! Have some fluff with a dash of humor!

~~~~~

This isn’t how Pidge exactly expected her life to go. Once, not too long ago, she’d planned on finishing her PhD in astrophysics - and she still has every intention of doing so!

A clump of dirt flies up at her face as she strikes the hoe down once again.

“Bleh,” she moans, wiping it off. That PhD is a little hard to imagine at the moment while she’s tilling soil.

One year, her grandfather’s Will stated, if she can farm this land for one year it is entirely hers to do whatever she wants with it.

And Pidge has her eyes on a state-of-the art telescope and research facility.

One year. That’s all.

Pidge is nothing if not stubborn, and she is going to get these crops planted.

Her hairs stand on end at the feeling she’s being watched. Uneven footsteps across the dirt tell of a visitor - it isn’t anyone from her family, none of them are much for surprises. So instead of hitting the dirt next, she swings the hoe around…

The man shrieks, barely bending to avoid getting hit and falls right into the nice, even row she’d just made.

“What the cheese?” he accuses with a squeak. “Are you in the habit of murder?”

“To people who sneak up behind me?” Pidge asks with a glare. “Yes. Who are you and what are you doing on my farm?”

The man’s jaw drops. “Your farm? You’re Old man Holt’s descendant?”

“And what of it?” she challenges.

“N-nothing!” the man says, clearing his throat. “Sorry, we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Lance,” he says, extending his arm in greeting, almost humorous as he still sits in the dirt. “I’m your next door neighbor. Well,” he chuckles dryly, “As much as a next door neighbor as you can get in the country.”

Curious and nosy, is all. Pidge sighs and sets down her tool and helps Lance to his feet. “Sorry for almost killing you. There are a lot of stalkers in the city.” “Much appreciated,” he quips. “Are you coming to the festival tonight?”

Pidge raises an eyebrow. Festival meant people and less time from both her studies and from her preferred entertainment of video games and stargazing.

“I’m not really into festivals,” she says boredly. Usually people picked up on the fact that she wasn’t interested in parties.

Not Lance, apparently.

“It’s the coolest thing!” he says animatedly. “The forecast is calling for clear skies, so everyone’s going out to the Hill to watch the stars. Legend says that a falling star will appear if there’s someone who really needs a wish.”

The wish Pidge is uninterested in but...if the locals know the best place to view the sky, then far be it from her to ignore that kind of information. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

“The oldest willow tree in the area is there and...wait did you say you’ll be there? Really?”

Pidge shrugs and offers a small smile. “Sure. I love stargazing. It’s what I’m going to school for.”

Lance’s face turns beet red. “M-me too! I mean not about the school part, but I love looking at the stars too!”

Pidge grins. It was pretty sweet of Lance to come and say hello, and to have someone appreciate the stars. Maybe this year won’t be as bad as she thinks.

[vxltrxn-imagines]

The Voltrons- Heathers AU- KeithxReader

(A/N: Real talk, Candy Store is such group number goals. If only I had friends IRL who would learn the choreography with me DD;)

Chapter 2- Candy Store

(Y/N) sighed as she found a quiet place in the hallway to take a breather. It’d been three weeks since she “befriended” The Voltrons and it was exhausting. They constantly were asking things of her, and asking her to forge so many papers and notes. She knew she had to do exactly as they ordered her though, or else Shiro would ruin her reputation down to even worse than where she started out this year. Everywhere she turned though, one of them would be there, demanding something of her. She hated it.

To make matters even worse, she hadn’t seen Hunk in forever. She had to cancel out on food night twice in a row. Hunk kept saying it was okay, god bless his innocent and kind soul, but (Y/N) felt awful about it. He always told her she looked beautiful or gorgeous whenever he passed her, but she’d done nothing for him or to preserve their friendship.

She sighed again as she sat against the wall, thanking god silently that she had even a moment to herself to regain her sanity. Unfortunately, she saw Pidge sauntering up to her,

“There you are (Y/N)! Stop playing Hide and Seek. Shiro said to haul ass to the table.” She said as she crossed her arms and (Y/N) sighed,

“How very..” She mumbled, and cursed in her mind that her moment had to get interrupted. She straightened up, and walked to the lunch table, where Shiro was waiting very impatiently with Lance standing silently,

“About time. You know I hate waiting, Get out some paper and Pidge bend over.” He ordered, pointing at Pidge, who frowned and sighed. She hated the humiliation factor of it since there was a table right behind them but did as she was told as (Y/N) pulled out a piece of paper,

“What do you want?” She asked, as Shiro glared,

“Wait until I’m done talking to ask questions. I need a note in Julia Child’s handwriting.” He announced causing (Y/N) to blink,

“The famous TV chef??” She questioned, as Shiro got closer to her face,

“Is that going to be a problem?” He asked condescendingly, causing (Y/N) to shake her head,

“N-No. Not at all.” She replied quickly, and fearfully.

“Good. I need it to say this ‘Hey sweetie, I’ve heard of your amazing recipes and dedication to me. I’d love to meet up with you at your friends homecoming party. See you soon. Julia’ and part a heart after her name”. He spoke, not caring it was hard for (Y/N) to keep up with the pace he was talking. She stood up when she was done, allowing Pidge to get up to and looked up at him,

“Who is this for??” She questioned, knowing it was never good to question Shiro, but felt a bad feeling in her stomach over this note, causing the group to laugh maniacally,

“I found out Hunk Garabagetuck loves watching her.” Shiro chuckled,

“Well..yeah. A lot of people do.” (Y/N) replied,

“Yeah well not all of us believe she'll notice us.” Lance laughed more, causing all the group to laugh even more sounding like demons.

“He's admired her for years! You can't do that. Not to Hunk.” She held the note close to her to try to prevent them from stealing it, but started to get scared as Shiro snapped,

“Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?” He asked as he started walking towards her menacingly, “You’ve come so far, Why now are you pulling on my dick?” He snapped in her face, “Normally I’d slap your face off, And everyone here could watch. But I’m feeling nice. Here’s some advice. Listen up, biotch!”

He yelled, as Pidge and Lance stood behind him and..they started dancing? (Y/N) stepped back confused as Pidge and Lance started singing backup for Shiro,

“I like!”

“Lookin’ hot Buying stuff they cannot” He started singing as well. His voice actually sounded good, but it had the same menacing quality to it that scared the living hell out of her,

“I like!”

“Drinkin’ hard Maxin’ Dad’s credit card” He pulled out his dad’s credit card as if flaunting it before putting it back away with a smirk,

“I like!”

“Skippin’ gym Screwing her Scaring him” He winked at a girl as he sang, causing the girl to fall over swooning

“I like!”

“Killer clothes..” He started before Pidge and Lance joined in,

“Kickin’ nerds in the nose!” All three sang and did a high kick, causing (Y/N) to backup more, due to just how high they could kick. In another universe, she was almost certain that those kicks could be used to do some actual damage. Shiro backed (Y/N) up against the wall and sang in her face,

“If you lack the balls You can go play dolls Let your mommy fix you a snack”

“Woah!” Lance and Pidge sang in the background, devious smirks on their faces as well at how terrified (Y/N) was.

“Or you could come smoke Pound some rum and coke In my Porsha with the quarterback” Shiro sang and lightly pushed her before walking back to rejoin Lance and Pidge

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store” 

They all sang in unison for the first time, and (Y/N) hated to admit that they sounded amazing together, All their voices blended so well. They had grabbed the attention of everyone in the cafeteria at this point. Everyone was interested and watching amused, 

“It’s time for you to prove You’re not a loser anymore Then step into my candy store”

Suddenly, it seemed like Shiro for once was taking a back seat as he started to sing backup and let Pidge and Lance sing the main chorus,

“All fall!”

“At your feet Pay the check” Pidge started, looking over at Lance to finish,

“Help you cheat”

“All you” Pidge and Shiro sang again, before Pidge took over,

“Have to do” She started, before it seemed like Shiro got tired of her singing and picked up where she left off,

“Say goodbye to Shamoo” He finished, earning a soft glare from Pidge before she got back into song, having learned her place,

“That freak’s”

“Not your friend I can tell in the end” Lance started,

“If she” The others joined in momentarily before Lance took over again,

“Had your shot”

“She would leave you to rot!” All three sang in unison, before Lance snickered and continued, stepping forward to be close to (Y/N)’s face.

“‘Course if you don’t care Fine! Go braid his hair” He teasingly wrapped a piece of her hair around his finger, “Maybe Sesame Street is on”

“Woah!”

“Or forget the creep” He sang as he backed away from (Y/N), but not without stealing the note that she was holding close to her chest from out of her hands. (Y/N) hadn't even noticed it missing before he handed it off to Pidge who flaunted it,

“And get in my jeep”

“Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn” Shiro smirked at the work of his two “minions” as they walked up to where Hunk was quietly standing in line trying to avoid the mess,

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” They all sang as they sneakily placed the letter on Hunk’s lunch tray, (Y/N) was about to run up to warn him, before they all yanked her back and started singing as they were circling her, effectively trapping her, “Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store You just gotta prove You’re not a pussy anymore Then step into my candy store” 

They parted from the circle, but only to get in their little triangle formation again as Shiro started singing lead again,

“You can join the team”

“Or you can bitch and moan” Pidge and Lance sang from the background, mimicking a little crying face,

“You can live the dream”

“Or you can die alone” They both sang eerily and acted like they were stabbing themselves in their hearts. The sudden change in the lyrics defiantly scared (Y/N). Out of all topics, casually mentioning death scared the hell out of her.

“You can fly with eagles” Shiro raised his arms gently, as if beginning a flying motion before lowering them gracefully and staring at (Y/N) as the others joined in with him,

“Or if you prefer”

“Keep on testing me” He sang with venom laced into his words as Pidge and Lance finished,

“And end up like him!” All three pointed at Hunk before acting like they weren't and being casual as Hunk ran up to (Y/N) excitedly,

“(Y/N), look! Julia Cook wants to talk to me at Ram’s homecoming party! This proves she’s noticed me!” He exclaimed excitedly to her, with a sing song voice that very well could have matched the group that was just singing.

(Y/N) started to object to try to stop Hunk from the impending embarrassment of everyone in the cafeteria that was watching, but she looked over to her side and saw The Voltrons all staring at her. She genuinely felt fearfully, especially at the fact that they had just mentioned death. Before even thinking, she blurted out,

“Color me stoked..”

“I’m so happy!” Hunk cried, as he ran out of the cafeteria. The guilt of what she had done was beginning to set in, and (Y/N) started to run after him, before stopping dead in her tracks and The Voltrons had resumed singing,

“Woah!” They all joined in one by one, before Pidge stepped out of line and started to try to sing as a big solo,

“Honey, whachu waiting fo—”

“SHUT UP PIDGE!!” Shiro yelled as he pushed her back into place, and took over the big solo,

“Step into my candy store!!” He sang, continuing to sing high “ooooh”s and “woaaahhs” as Pidge and Lance sang the mine chorus of the song in the background,

“Time for you to prove you're not a lame ass anymore”

“Then step into my candy store!” They all sang before getting in a line and intimidatingly walked towards (Y/N) with evil smirks.

“It’s my candy store It’s my candy It’s my candy store It’s my candy It’s my candy store”

They finished off in dramatic poses as everyone in the cafeteria applauded, except for one kid in the corner wearing a red and yellow jacket. (Y/N) titled her head softly at the thought that someone wasn't as mind washed about The Voltrons as everyone else in here, and sighed softly, as she headed to go talk to him

[hidge-resource]

day 2, laughter | pining, for @hidge-week

[aspecvldweek2022]

Aspec Voltron Week 2022

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A day to show that love comes in several forms for different people, and sometimes not at all. This day is to show and explore those different types of/lack of love.

February 28: Relationships / Nonpartnering

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are we gonna have a problem? you got a bone to pick?