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It Is Saturday

So I did it.

I succumbed to that shidge writing itch that you guys threw poison ivy on because this is something we all want and need apparently

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The hardest thing that Takashi Shirogane had to do was get out of bed.

Not to say that he was sinking into depression and couldn’t arise, no, it was the exact opposite. His bed, their bed, was one of the safest and most comforting places he’d ever known, thanks most in part to his tiny female partner, and it was a daily struggle to convince himself to depart from it. He and Pidge had owned their cozy apartment nearing a year now, and the slab of mattress and tangled sheets that they rested on had become the most intoxicating setting in his home. There were days were they opted to stay in place for hours, only leaving to make food or bathroom runs and returning to collapse in the other’s arms and the sea of blankets. It was hard to leave because she was there, because they had comforted each other from the memories of the war there, because every good day, shit day, and night of love always ended in each other’s arms, on the bed.

But some days were harder than the rest.

The setting was always the same, posing the exact challenge it had for a while now; dark grey sheets that lay crinkled up between them, olive comforter sprawled around the two in uneven heaps of worn fabric. Her sleeping form was bundled up next to him, clinging at the arms that encircled her torso, head turned to the one that used it as a pillow. The rest of the bed seemed freezing in comparison to her, though with the pair’s legs tangled together and huddled figures smashed together, her presence chased off any remaining cold of the perimeter around him. Blinding sunlight poured from the gaps in the blinds, sloshing golden light inside the room in bouncing parallel strips.

Blinking into the realm of reality, Shiro instinctively tightened his grip on the woman in his arms, burying his nose in her curled, unruly hair with slow, fatigued movements. The sleeping Pidge made not a move besides the rising and falling of her sides, comfortably conforming to the ‘big spoon’ behind her. His senses were then filled with bright brown hair, blinding sunlight, and the scent of vanilla and burnt carbon as he was once again tempted by the thought of staying where he was for the remainder of the day.

Sighing, he blew her caramel curls away from his mouth, fingers knotting at his t-shirt that draped over her lithe frame. ‘Is showing up at a Garrison meeting really worth getting up from this? What day even is it?’

After a minute or two of contemplation, Shiro groaned and shifted away from the woman he loved, lifting the covers and throwing his legs over the bedframe, running a hand through his white-stained forelock. His muscles stung, the ache the familiar, momentary one that only existed because he had moved. Though the apartment’s heater tried its best, he shivered-everything was like ice compared to her. With a final shake, he made a move to heave himself up-

-until dull nails tickled one of the scars on his back.

As soon as his head spun, he met the soft, squinted gaze of Pidge’s honey eyes. Her arm extended out to him, hand blindly groping at any clutchable surface that he retained, eventually finding his prosthetic and then latching onto the metallic limb. She peeled her lips apart, blinking tiredly; her dreams must’ve been somewhat peaceful, then, as she wasn’t automatically running at full speed.

“..ome back to bed,” She offered, eyebrows kneading together and gentle smile painting itself on her soft, freckled features. She squeezed the bridge between his neck and shoulder, her other hand finding the parallel spot within a matter of seconds. The plea scratched at his resolve, itching and tugging at his head because damn just staying home today sounded really good.

He exhaled a quiet, desperate laugh and leaned over, pecking her nose. “I have to go.”

“..iot.”

“Hmm?”

Her freckled arms flung out and grabbed his shoulders, yanking him down over her lanky form and forcing him to catch himself out of instinct, the pair close enough to where their noses brushed together. Tangled hair guarded the tops of her half-lidded eyes, bottom lip jutting out and completing her pouty appearance. Pidge maneuvered her hands to press against the sides of his face, shaking it gently with every word.

“It. Is. Saturday.”

“Oh.”

Shiro’s elbows gave way, the fatigued super-soldier of a man succumbing to her earlier plea and falling onto the lanky, warm form of his partner, forcing his arms around her through the mass of sheets and digging his nose against her neck. She laughed softly, the sound tickling his chest as the past Green Paladin roamed Shiro's shoulders, the two now glued together by method of awkward cuddling. The cold was now longer felt, and the soft heartbeat in the chest under his own was loud enough to become a lullaby and lure him back to the realm of sleep, clinging onto the woman beneath him all the while.

Angsty Kuron/Pidge - Part 2 (Warning! Slightly NSFW)

Pidge Ship Week: Bonus Day 8 - Free Day

Which means that I gotta do some good ole fashioned Smutty Angst.

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He knew he shouldn’t be doing this.

He knew he shouldn’t be this close to her. His mind screamed at him to stop. Begged him to not do anything stupid.

Anything like this.

Anything that consisted of holding Pidge in his arms. HIS arms that is, not Shiro’s, where she THOUGHT she was. Anything that included pressing their lips together. Or following her to her room. But it was easy to do these things to her.

Heartbreakingly easily.

She let him in her heart with little resistance. So trusting, it made him sick and, at the same time, dizzy with glee. But…the hard part was convincing HIMSELF that the one she wanted was HIM, not the man he looked like. 

That she wanted him, Kuron.

That the one who was supposed to feel the thin legs wrapped around his waist was actually HIM and not Shiro. The one who she wanted in her bed was HIM. HE was the one Pidge loved.

Not Shiro.

It was cruel to think otherwise. So Kuron chose to lose himself in her, in his lies. To lose himself in the way they dove down on her bed. In the way they moved together. 

In the way the little woman before him peeled off her baggy shirt. Pale, freckled skin bare for him to see. Smiling against the vibrant blush on her face. Gold eyes shimmering in such a way that seemed to beg him to touch her. 

He had to lie to himself then, that she loved him as he ran his hands along her skin. But God…did he love HER.

“Pidge.” Was all he could pant out as he rocked against her wet warmth. Hours, maybe minutes later. Naked in every way except the truth. His head buried in her hair. His voice practically BREAKING with need. Hands holding onto her like dying life.

“Oh God…Please…” Let him drown in her. Let him forget. Let him break and crumble underneath her gentle touch.

Let him be real in Pidge’s arms.

Let him fool himself in thinking that the one she was so eager to have between her legs was HIM. Let him lie to himself and say that the one she wanted in her bed was HIM. That the hands she wanted touching her chest were HIS.

Not Shiro’s.

She cried out, blunt nails scraping down his back. Catching on fabricated scars. Legs tightening around him. Shuddering and sobbing. And he tried not to think about how he deserved so much more pain for the lies he told her. For what they were doing right now.

She clung to him.

Kissed him.

Moved with him.

He didn’t last much longer after that. And, for once, he wasn’t riddled with guilt. Everything was just bliss. White-hot and gold. Everything was just her.

Pidge.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Even his whimpers were broken as he pressed kisses onto her neck, bare chest, and soft lips. Secretly, Kuron was happy. Ecstatic. 

She was HIS now.

Not Shiro’s. Not Lotor’s. HIS. He finally had something to his name, something he could hold on to…

She smiled at him.

Skin slick with sweat. Glowing brighter than a candle. Bangs clumping against a damp forehead. She was a mess in his arms.

She was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

“I love you to.” There, that look in her golden eyes. That’s what broke him. With her hands on his face, its what made him dive down to claim her lips once more.

It’s what made him forget.

Forget who he was. What they just did. He felt real. He felt like a normal, actual human wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved. God, if there even WAS one, let him stay like this. With her. With her love in his artificial heart. Let him be human with her. Their lips slotted together, messy and lazy.

Happy.

“Shiro…” Pidge breathed softly as her hands rubbed the red welts she left on his scar-riddled back. He stilled. Something vital draining out of him.

He broke.

Make no mistake, Kuron didn’t facially react. He just stared at the small, smiling woman below him. With the golden eyes soft with love. With the honey-hued hair sprawled all around her pillow. He traced the line of her bare shoulder.

His heart bleeding.

He should’ve known. Should’ve recognized that he could never be happy. Not when Shiro was all Pidge could see. Not when he wasn’t human in the way that mattered. Who was he kidding? She could never want HIM. She could never belong to HIM, despite what they just did. 

Shiro still in her heart.

But for a second, a moment that will always haunt him, he had believed she had loved HIM, wanted HIM. Kuron looked down at the woman he loved. Who didn’t love him, not truly.

Not knowing whether to kiss her or kill her.

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Some Facts About Me 

Was tagged by @adreamneverends (sorry it took so long!)

Which BTS song means the most to you?

Sorry, I don’t really listen to K-pop and all the stuff...though I definetly plan to check more out later!

How do you feel about Astrology?

I’m actually really interested in it! Though I don’t really believe some of it, its just interesting to what kinds of people match up together. 

Do you think ghosts are real?

Yes...though I’m already dead inside so I don’t think I count just yet...

What’s your favorite instrument?

Um, probably bells? But not like reindeer bells, more like dancing bells. Because while the history of them is a little weird, I just really like the concept!

Who was the last person to make you really smile?

Its probably a close tie between my bro and my friends!

What do you do when you feel vulnerable?

Usually joke it off until I have a chance to change the subject, but that sort of stuff doesn’t usually happen to me so...

What is the last dream you had?

I’ve recently been watching Danganronpa, so the last dream I had involved Chihiro (from the first game) working at their computer...though I can’t remember much beyond that...

Are you a nature person?

Yes! Though I hate really harsh sunlight and humidity because I tan WAY too easily and my hair grows like 10x in humidity. 

What’s your favorite thing to do to relieve stress?

Draw and or take a long shower to unwind

Do you have any other blogs you’d like people to check out?

Nope!

Marvel, DC, or neither?

Hmmmm I’d have to say that I lean more towards Marvel, but I enjoy both!

12. What do you want out of 2018?

The years almost over, but I guess that I still want some time to frickken RECOVER from all the crap that happened this year

13. Do you hold grudges?

That really depends on the situation

14. Who is your favorite Disney hero/heroine?

Mulan <3

15. Do you consider yourself a positive person?

Yeah, or at least I try to be as much as possible 

16. What is something you love that’s underrated?

Waking up late and taking classes that don't feel like work

17. What is your dream job?

Definitely a writer! Probably working from home with like 5 cats and 2 dogs whilst my future significant other helps with the kids <3

18. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

Somewhere cold and with actual seasons during the year

19. When was the last time you faced a fear and how did it go?

Going to college...living on my own...we’ll see how that goes I guess...

20. Which would you prefer to read: poetry, fiction, or non-fiction?

Probs a tie between poetry and fiction. Rupi Kaur and Holly Black are some of my favorite authors!

21. Where do you feel most at ease

My bed, usually working on a chapter

Some facts about me

BKDK Web Weave while waiting for Midoriya to come back (Spoilers)

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#danganronpa is my biggest hobby... and my greatest fear.

"Mothman Squad" just floating zero gravity, as you do. <3 === I decided to do a different Pidge ship every day just because I think they all need a lil love. And because I just want Pidge to be happy 😭 ===

The second week of Voltron Positivity Month is here!

This week, April 30 - May 6, is dedicated to the amazing writers.

This week will run just like the Artist Appreciation Week. You can show your appreciation and support however you want to, but here are a couple of examples: you can send asks/messages (anonymous or not) to the writers, leave a comment on their fic or create your own post where you talk about your favourite writers and/or fics.

If you do create your own post, remember to tag it with #vldpositivitymonth

one day i won’t mess up reblogging stuff between here and my side blog but today is not that day

Second BKDK Web Weave while waiting for Midoriya to come back, again (Spoilers)

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Ok but how about some Angsty Kuron/Pidge???

He knows.

He knows how much the person he's SUPPOSED to be, the person he is to Voltron, loves her. Loves that cunning little firecracker of a woman. He knows. He understands.

Because so does he.

But when she looks at him with those gilded gold eyes, how can he not want to break down then and there? How can he not want to grab her, shake her and tell her to look at HIM. Not who she thinks he is. Because every soft look, every smile she gives him...they aren't his.

They're Shiro's.

The man he looks like, sounds like, walks like, breathes like. The man everyone looks up to. The man Pidge loves. The man whose lucky enough to be the recipient of such precious affection.

And he can never be him.

No matter how much he wants to be.