Pidge x Reader

Highschool...never...ends

(this one does have lgbt themes I can't remember if I made the other ones like that but I probably did, *mention of the word homophobia.)

You were tucked under Pidge's arm. Thinking. 

Both of your free periods lined up, but not in the other way being blood brothers could be...dangerous if it were so.

She was scrolling through her phone and suddenly put it down and sighed and readjusted her arm around you lower and leaned her head into you to rest.

You looked up at her questioningly and she looked at you the best she could from her corner of her eye and she broke out in a smile after you did, it was 'contagious'.

Your mind was elsewhere but you tried to put yourself together and try out another pickup line, and you looked at her, staring at her. Directly in the eyes.

"You make homophobia contagious." you said not realizing that you switched the word around for a good minute. She looked at you with wide eyes and mouth open before your own widened and you started sputtering,"No! I me- I mean't homosexuality! I- just-" you stopped trying as soon as she busted out laughing taking her arm off you to cover her stomach as you blushed as hard as you could hiding your face in your hands.

Pidge stopped laughing after a minute but still leaving trace amounts of giggles as she lifted your head out of your arms of which you burrowed into facing away from her.

You avoided her eyes face still burning with the heat of a sun, of which you remember trying to trick her into thinking of sunflowers being grown on there. It never worked on any try.

She leaned in close and pecked your cheek causing you to whip around to her face burning even more. She had a smug grin as she got in closer to your face again,"No homo though." 

You cuffed her shoulder as she began laughing again. But you smiled at seeing her so happy, even if it was at your mess up.

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Both of you were supposed to be studying. But also the both of you argued that many running in presidents were supposed to keep their promises.

Well, you did. Pidge, actually studied the whole time, you were just looking over her shoulder and spamming the google doc and making comments about the colours being similar to the glitter pens you found in the Schoolastic book fair. 

You were bored. Very oh so bored. 

You looked at her typing away, very hard and fast you might add. You looked at her and pointed,

"There's going to be no fucking alphabet left on there if you keep doing that."

She looked up at you and raised an eyebrow,"It's fine, i'm sure ill have known the entire pattern and entry of it from how much I've been the only one to use it right now."

You stared,your brain still in the mode of trying to get rid of everything that sounded similar to the exams. She sighed.

"You know the ball and cup switching game?"

You gasped,"I've contributed!" She looked at you. "...I put my name on there" you finished lamely. 

She shook her head and got up, you staring at her in question, she put the computer on your lap and sat crossed legged in front of you. 

You both stared at each other. She wasn't going to explain so you groaned and nodded breaking your staring contest. 

You started typing out answers.....to something. And she turned it around to check and both her eyebrows raised.

"I don't think the teacher would enjoy playing wheres waldo for the answers of a group project." 

The answers were spread out everywhere, and you were pretty sure you had put anxiety and breakups  as one of the answers for what causes tension. 

"Genetic makeup... is not about Sephora, and no, we are not talking about the chemical reactions of breakouts from it" she said looking at you sternly.

You rolled your eyes looking away bored, she groaned. She knew that you weren't stupid, you just weren't trying, you didn't want to, and it pissed her off. She thought for a while before smiling sweetly.

"Hey (Y/N)?" you grunted and looked over to her. She widened her smile, and you were beginning to feel nervous,"If you don't do the other half the way you're supposed to, I just thought you should know that Hunk's coming over with cookies. And both of us know all the places you can't reach." she finished, still plastered with that smile hidden with evil.

You started sweating with wide eyes, she knew that you loved the cookies by themselves, but with the relation of the cookie slap game? they were sent down by Zeus, the fuck boy himself.

It ended with you taking the computer quickly and typing more than tenfold than what she did with her leaning into you, reminding you not to break anything or she'd put bologna on your car.