Headcanons for Keith and pidge friendship <333 pleeaassee
Always!!! I love these two partners in crime and technically-not-illegal mischief.
Obviously they both love aliens and cryptids and they can’t wait to get back to Earth so that they can show each other all of their conspiracy notebooks and boards.
Pidge has a whole collection of notebooks dedicated to finding her brother but she doesn’t mention that.
They both love really terrible horror/alien movies, like they thrive off of that stuff. It’s their lifeblood. When they do get back they marathon all of the ones they can think of and they’re holed up in the room for a week straight.
Lance is #done. “None of you touch me until you take like three baths you guys are so dirty why would you do this to me.”
Keith hugs him immediately and Lance screams.
Pidge sleeps in his bed for like an hour but she doesn’t tell him and when he comes to her screaming about germs and personal space later that night she’s stunned, like, holy shit it’s the princess and the pea all over again.
She calls him a prince for the next week and Lance knows she’s making fun of him but he doesn’t know why.
One time they go on a mission together and Allura has to rescue them from the space cops. She has to do a lot of talking to get them out and even then the cops insist.
“We could take them off of your hands.” “No, you don’t understand, they are our hands.”
They never go on a mission together again because Allura is livid.
They both like black licorice even though everyone else threatens to disown them.
Every once in a while they get so excited that they’re meeting a bunch of aliens all the time and living their dreams.
Keith’s just, “And they told me I couldn’t become an alien when I grew up.”
When they arrive back to earth they hijack the castle’s speakers and scream “Fuck the Garrison” repeatedly until Shiro and Allura find them.
They are both gay and trans and they bond over this and talk about how nice it is up in space where no one gives a fuck who you love or what you call yourself.
They are such good friends and they always make plans to hang out when they’re living back on Earth.
For when something is bothering you, but you’re not sure what that is, and you’re not going to be able to sleep until you figure it out.
Card 1: The Pea This thing that’s keeping you awake at night. You might not know what exactly it is, but you know that it’s there, and it’s driving you crazy.
Cards 2-4: The Mattresses The deception that is keeping you from realizing what exactly is bothering you. Everything might seem all nice, fluffy and comfortable, but you still can’t sleep now can you? You have to move these out of the way to find that darn pea.
Card 5: The Princess (you) What puts you in a position to be unable to see that there even is a pea. The princess was used to perfect beds, and as soon as something inhibited the perfection she was used to, she was unable to rest. What are you too used to, too comfortable with, what perceptions of yours is making this pea dig into your side?
Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?
was so loud by the sudden shock going through your body once you felt two
fingers pinch you in the side, looking up to see him storm right beside you and
towards the door that lead down to the Gynecology & Obstetrics department.
thanks, hello to you too.” You mumbled in disbelief and removed yourself from
the waiting booth to head towards him and keep up with his long legs.
Request: Can you do number 20 (romantic) with Seventeen’s Jeonghan?
20) Sleepover with your bias (platonic or romantic)
Member: Seventeen’s Jeonghan x Y/N
You readjusted the book bag strap digging into your shoulder. Clenching your fists as tightly as you could, you straightened out your fingers again. With a deep breath, you pressed on the buzzer situated beside the door frame of the Seventeen dorm.
You had never been this nervous when standing on the familiar welcome mat. You tapped your foot, checking the time on your phone again as you waited. Although you had crashed at the dorm more times than you could count, this would be the first planned stay.
This was the first occurrence of Jeonghan actually asking you to spend the night. An exclusive sleepover date for two.
Instead of a slumber party for fourteen.
“Noona!” a happy voice echoed down the hallway. You turned to see an enthusiastic Vernon and even more cheerful Dino round the corner.
“Hey,” you smiled, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.
“Why do you have so many bags? Are you cooking for us tonight?” Vernon asked hopefully, coming to a stop before you.
“You can’t just ask if she’s cooking for us,” Dino sighed, shaking his head. “But you know, I don’t hate the idea of spaghetti.”
“She’s not here to cook for you,” a familiar voice grumbled. You spun to see Jeonghan had finally come to the front door. He lifted his brows as he leaned against it, biting his lip for good measure. “Jagi.”
Even though you had seen him a hundred times, he still made your breath stall. He was absolutely gorgeous, especially with his new halo of blonde hair to further his cherub look.
“Well…why else would she be coming over at dinner time with luggage if she’s not cooking?” Vernon asked dumbly, looking blankly between you and Jeonghan. “Wait…oh, OH.”
Jeonghan rolled his eyes as he leaned forward and grabbed your wrist. He pulled you into the apartment, attempting to shut the door as Vernon and Dino elbowed their way in. His hands were quick to find the straps of your book bag as he slid it from your shoulders and set it down on the floor. You looked past him and into the living area, your breath catching for the second time that evening as you saw the set up he had prepared.
You always enjoyed teasing Jeonghan about how motherly he was, but his attention to detail was impeccable. Before you sat a stack of mattresses, very evidently pulled from the boy’s bunks and piled perfectly on top of one another. A nest of blankets and pillows sat atop of the heap, including a few plushies that you had mentioned as your favorites. The mattresses were pushed against the back of the couch which was now decorated in an array of holiday lights. Snacks and drinks were neatly organized across the cushions, along with a few rental movies. You couldn’t hide the grin on your face as Jeonghan watched you proudly. He knew he had done well.
“Ah! Cool! Sleep over!” Dino gasped, sprinting toward the living room. He leaped into the air, landing on the mattresses and spun around where he grinned at the two of you.
You tried to hide a chuckle as Jeonghan stared at him, slack jawed and eyebrows raised. Dino’s smile slowly faded as he analyzed his hyung, his expression slowly mirroring his understanding.
“This…this isn’t for us…huh?” he said timidly, looking to his hands.
Jeonghan heaved a sigh as he shuffled over to the younger boy, passing a loving but firm ruffle through his hair. “Not tonight, but we can do it again with the members.”
Dino’s face lit up again as he gave a brief nod, hopped up, and disappeared down the hall. Vernon nodded as well, sprinting behind him to join him in the bedroom.
“Impressed?” Jeonghan smiled, plopping onto the mattress tower he had created.
“i feel like the princess and the pea,” you grinned, falling alongside him.
“…Princess and pea?” he asked, furrowing his brows.
“Uh…fairytale,” you nodded. “A prince is looking for his princess. So on a stormy night, a beautiful young woman comes to his door, drenched in rain. She claims she’s a princess, but the queen doesn’t believe her, so she hides a pea within 20 mattresses and 20 feather beds. When they check on her in the morning, she says she didn’t get a minute of sleep because there was something in the bed disturbing her. The prince rejoices because only a princess would have that sort of sensitivity to feel a pea through so many layers. And then they get married.”
“That’s stupid,” Jeonghan said bluntly. “But amusing.”
“If I wake up with a bag of frozen peas under this mattress Yoon Jeonghan,” you threatened, lifting your brows.
“It would be your own fault because you were the one to tell the story,” he nodded with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes and snuggled into the mattress beneath you. “So how’d you get the dorm so quiet?”
“Bribery mostly,” he nodded.
“Why do I feel like you aren’t joking?” you muttered, closing your eyes
“Because I’m not,” Jeonghan said simply, placing a quick kiss on your temple. “Hungry?”
“Always,” you grinned.
Jeonghan nodded as he pushed himself up and strolled to the kitchen. The sounds of pots and pans clinking was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep.
You groaned softly, trying to blink yourself awake as you felt a soft pair of lips press against your forehead. You looked up slowly, the lighting that had previously flooded the living area now long gone and replaced by a dark night. Jeonghan caressed your back over the thin cotton of your t-shirt and smiled as you stirred. “Get enough sleep princess?”
“Since you kept the peas in the freezer,” you chuckled softly, running a hand over your eyes. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Only a half hour,” he nodded. “Long enough for me to cook dinner and attract several men to the kitchen.”
You looked up sleepily to see several members of Seventeen with bowls, seated at the bar.
“I thought you bribed them,” you laughed. You let Jeonghan help you rise from the comfort of your nest. He let you lean against him as you sleepily shuffled toward what appeared to be a blurry Mingyu.
“No amount of threats and promises can keep them away from the scent of food,” Jeonghan sighed. “They’re like wild animals.”
“But like…the adorable kind you want to feed and take into your home,” Mingyu muttered through a mouthful of what appeared to be black bean sauce noodles.
“After you get them dewormed and vaccinated maybe,” Jihoon hummed as he busied himself at the fridge.
“And even then, it’s a toss up,” Coups grinned from his spot beside Mingyu.
Dino looked up at you cheerfully, having appeared after food had. “Black bean noodles?”
After successfully stuffing your faces and watching Jeonghan corral his members back into their bedrooms, you both finally settled down into the blankets he had scrounged together.
“Hello,” you cooed, watching him as he wiggled his way toward your lap. He placed his head on your thighs and smiled, closing his eyes peacefully for what appeared to be the first time in days.
“Hi,” he breathed. Slowly, his eyes opened and he gazed upon the underside of your face, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.
“What are you thinking?” you hummed, lifting your fingers to comb them through his hair
“Mmm…how good I’m going to sleep tonight,” he whispered.
“Oh? And why is that?” you asked.
“I’ll have you in my arms,” he said simply, his eyes opening wider. “Not to get too gushy, but it’s a rare occasion that I get to hold my whole world in my grasp.”
“Hannie,” you gasped, your hands halting for a moment.
“Oh, don’t act so shocked,” he laughed. “You know how I feel about you, jagi.”
You nodded and bit you lip. Jeonghan was notorious for hiding his affection when his team was around, but when it was the two of you, he constantly made your heart skip a beat. Those private moments and conversations were for the two for you alone, no one else, members included.
He was a different person in these moments, flipping a switch to be everything that everyone in his life needed. To the members, he was a hardworking vocalist and eomma and to you, a dedicated boyfriend and confidant. You felt silly as you thought back to the moment you had arrived at the dorm tonight, nervous of the night ahead.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” you asked, reemerging from your thoughts.
“I’d rather watch the inside of my eyelids,” he grinned. “Or you. Mostly you.”
You gazed carefully as he eased up to lean on his arm, just high enough to be eye level with your lips. He reached up with his opposite hand and grabbed your chin, stroking it with his thumb. “But before that happens, I think a good night kiss is in order.”
You smiled, allowing him to gently guide your face toward his. His lips were soft and kind, conveying a quiet passion that he didn’t want to get too riled up (seeing as how members could appear at any moment.) He pulled away after only a few moments of shared lip contact, eliciting a quit moan of protest from your throat.
“Sweet dreams princess,” he cooed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t worry. There are no peas to hide in the mattresses. Believe me, I checked.”
The Princess and the Pea by Noa Liberman-Plashkes Via Flickr: ציור לתחרות של המכללה לאנימציה ופיקסאר - שילוב של דמויות של פיקסאר עם אגדות ילדים מוכרות.
an Illustration for a competition run by Israeli Animation Acadmey and Pixar - Combining classic fairy tails and disney characters
Once upon a time, in a land where farm lads went on remarkable adventures and therefore did very little farming, and the absurd had become absurdly commonplace, there was a queen with some very strange ideas about what princesses were like.
While the king was content to gently remind her that princesses were really not so very different from princes these days – hadn’t she seen their neighbor King Bjorn’s daughter Hilde leading their army against that dragon last summer? They had at least one of the commemorative paintings – and she was generally content to agree, there was one matter the queen could not be moved on:
A princess, she insisted, had to be able to feel a single pea in a bed, even through twenty mattresses.
“Mother,” the prince protested, “I hope you’re not suggesting that a princess must be fragile and sickly, or how else would she feel it?”
“I know what I’m about, son,” the queen answered, and that was that.
One stormy night, a bedraggled young woman arrives at the castle doors, claiming her entourage was still lost in the bog surrounding the castle. Admittedly the king had not planned location very well. The queen took one look at the strange princess and saw a familiar glint in her eyes.
Ah, she thought, Aware of her surroundings, more than most. We shall have to watch this one. And she resolved to give her the test of the mattresses.
“Do tell me, my dear,” the queen said sweetly as she bade her goodnight, “If aught is out of place.”
The door closed and the princess looked about. Her grandmother, a distant land’s queen, had insisted that she come to this country to learn from its rulers. It seemed her training had already begun. The princess looked about and began to make mental lists of every item she saw.
Aspiring assassins didn’t learn by being careless, after all.