38. Random Pidge Headcannons
~Okay, space nerd alert!
~You love her anyways.
~Musicals.
~Musicals.
~Musicals.
~A night by yourselves consist of jamming out to Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, Heathers, Be More Chill, The Book Of Mormon, and Jesus Christ Superstar.
~Sometimes Lance joins you.
~No, but seriously one time you almost got ejected into outer space because you were screaming "Guns and Ships" at the top of your lungs.
~After a fun session of annoying everyone to death, Pidge and you both collapse on the ground, laughing your heads off.
~You were just as happy to see Matt back as Pidge was.
~You both were sobbing into his jacket/robe when he came into the castle.
~Good times.
~Still looking for her dad.
~Sad smol bean every once in a while when she gets homesick.
~You comfort her by squishing her cheek onto yours and kissing away her tears.
~Smol, upset Pidgeon.
~She snuggles into your warmth and eventually falls asleep on top of you.
~I swear she's the warmest, fluffiest thing.
~You squish her cheeks because...
~FLUFFY CHEEKS???
~BLACKMAILLLLLLLLLLLLLL
~Oh, how you enjoy looking at her Klance conspiracy board.
~Can sometimes get viewers worried because she can break the fourth wall.
~Makes people worry more than Trump does because of the wall-fixes.
~She giggles like a madman when she snaps a photo of he two paladins training together (Keith and Lance).
~It's not normal.
~Really, it's not.
~It sounds like a witch on steroids that bred with a hyena.
~Oh gosh. You sometimes get nightmares.
~The smol???
~You look up to Matt as an older brother as well.
~He's so cute sometimes.
~Totally ships you with Pidge.
~When you call Pidge "Katie," she'll start blushing and looking away.
~You steal her glasses and kiss her nose.
~MORE BLUSH
~She can be cute too~
~Latches onto you like a koala when you sleep.
~Like seriously.
~This girl has a death grip.
~Once you had to wait an hour for her to wake up.
~Pidge's adorable while sleeping though.
~Did I forget to mention the fluffy cheeks?
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