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Made these book covers for @badwhalenikki ’s fanfic ‘The Cute Flower Shop Girl’. (A voltron au)
Which you should go read it!!!
Also you should check out her other fanfics:
She is an amazing writer and all her works are amazing!!!!

Mutsuki, Gratuity, and Violence

Mutsuki’s behavior is shocking to say the least. There’s been a lot of speculation made of exactly why his character made the turn it did from introduction to this point. I’m going to attempt to give my own personal interpretation, on putting together an arc for Mutsuki, and what point Ishida intends thematically by bringing out Mutsuki’s violent side the way he did. Note, this meta is almost entirely about violence, so besides spare mentions of torso the sexual aspect of Mutsuki’s character are not going to be explored. I’ll do that in a later post.

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Be wary of falling for a writer. No. Be wary of letting her fall for you.

Trust me on this one. When a writer falls in love with you, she imagines you in description and gets frustrated when her mind lapses on the words to describe just how fluttery you make her feel. She materializes you in love letters and can depict your body like a landscape she hikes every afternoon.

You have been warned. When she sees your eyes she thinks of more than just the ocean and the sky. Your cheekbones remind her of icebergs, and when you smile, she feels the word ‘warmth’ and sees golden rays. Your words will scatter her pages like unsung lyrics she doesn’t mean to write. And let me tell you, she does not want to sculpt you into mere characters because you are so much more than that to her.

But beware. If you hurt her, you will find her name on the covers of books, and when you read them, you’ll find yourself on every page. You’ll remember every single time you laughed with her because she’s created a timeline, and when you reach the turning point, midway through, you’ll realize how much she really loves you. You’ll regret tossing every black and white word carelessly at her, and she will remember all too well.

She will use you as her inspiration and her book as therapy. While your heart aches with remorse, she will be free from your chains. Her words are her key, and you were the heartbreaking captor.

Do not let a writer fall in love with you if you plan on breaking her heart, unless you can live on memorialized moments and regrets. Because she will write to heal, and you will read and bleed.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Midnight Luxe {Part 4}

Originally posted by nnochu

(Part 1)  (Part 2) (Part 3(Part 5)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst, fashion designer Jungkook AU, 

Summary:  Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook, the alluringly beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.

Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss ♥

The day after your accidental meeting with Jungkook in the library, your brain was swamped with thoughts of him,  of that beautiful black velvet dress and the dim and dusty ex-bar that the four of them so passionately made clothes in day and night.

You could still feel the way the soft material of the dress felt against your sensitive skin, you could still remember how it had hung so luxuriously off your frame. It clung to you in all the right places giving you a flawless silhouette. 

The dress was all that was present in your mind as you had listened to the monotonous droning of your mother when she had gotten home. You don’t know why she’d been particularly bitter on this occasion, perhaps one of her friends had been boasting about all that their children had achieved. That always seemed to set her off.

You’re throwing your life away.

I pay so much for you to get a good education and you don’t appreciate it at all.

Ungrateful brat.

Those words had so frequently left your mother’s lips that they didn’t even sting anymore. The knife had been so overused, causing the silver blade to become blunt and painless. 

You thought back to the other night when you’d missed your curfew. She hadn’t cared that at least you were home safe after returning home late. In fact, the idea of your mother telling you off because she was worried about your safety seemed like a luxury to you.  But, of course, the only thing she paid mind to were your grades, what your chances of getting into a prestigious university were and whether you would do the family proud or bring them shame.

Then there was Jungkook and his friends. People that stood for the exact opposite of what you’d been taught since you were a child. They seemed so liberated compared to you, they knew what their dreams were and they fought to achieve them every day. The only dreams you had to speak of were the ones that had been pushed upon you.

But when you’d stood in front of that mirror with that flattering new haircut and that gorgeous dress wrapped around your body, you’d felt more yourself than ever. You’d felt powerful, beautiful, and most crucially, you’d felt so free.

That night, despite your mother’s obvious disappointment in you, you’d fallen asleep with a faint smile fixed upon your lips.

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“Peasants love their Saints. They hunger for the miraculous. And yet they do not love the Grisha. Why do you think that is?”
“I hadn’t thought about it,” I said. I opened the book. Someone had written my name inside the cover. I flipped a few pages. Sankt Petyr of Brevno. Sankt Ilya in Chains. Sankta Lizabeta. Each chapter began with a full-page illustration, beautifully rendered in brightly colored inks.
“I think it is because the Grisha do not suffer the way the Saints suffer, the way the people suffer.”

Your favourite book covers

What are your favourite book covers? 

We are talking about the book covers, those that catch your eye while walking down the remote aisle in the library and, breath caught in your throat, make you pick up the book for closer inspection, even if in your head you’re already screaming Mine! regardless of the plot written on the back.

So, what are your favourite book covers?

Feel free to name how many you want in a reply to this post!



Summary [REQUEST]: Great! I wanted to request an AU where the reader has a family member in the hospital, and Bucky is a doctor there. And the reader is really depressed and scared (she also hates hospitals). She is at the hospital basically every day, and Bucky and her get close and then maybe some fluffy romance ignites? Thank you! And if you don’t like his AU then that’s okay. :)

Warnings: some angst, talk of suicide, extreme amounts of fluff

Word count: 4,7k - relax, get settled, have a cup of tea or a glass of wine. this is gonna be a fluff fest.

IT’S MY BIRTHDAYY!!! YAY! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!


Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

The cold, pale walls of the hospital room where your sister laid disgusted you. You hated hospitals. They reminded you of death; the sanitized smell like someone just spent hours cleaning up a huge mess and the staff in their boring blue scrubs, you hated it all. You were soaking in a hot bath when your mother called you and told you to rush to the hospital – your sister had been in an accident. You live outside the city so it took you 45 agonizing minutes to enter the city and get to the hospital where you found your mother shaking, tears streaming down her face. A car accident, nobody’s fault, just terrible weather and driving over the speed limit, until she crashed. You didn’t want to be here but you definitely weren’t leaving your precious sister’s side. You didn’t know who needed you the most – her or your mother, who was a complete wreck.

You sat next to her bed, your head resting on your perched up knees, arms wrapped around them. Your mother had finally fallen asleep as she was now resting on the couch across the bed. You were fatigued yourself, your eyes constantly falling shut as you fought a tiresome battle. You were about to give in and rest for a bit when the door suddenly opened and in walked a man wearing a white lab coat. You shot up from your chair, taking a step towards the man to assess him. He had a kind face with an uncomfortable look on it. He was tall, almost towering over you. Chocolate colored hair, longer, tied in a neat bun and a few days worth of stubble. Your mother was woken by the commotion as she stood up as well and stood next to you.

’’Are you the doctor?’’ she asked. 

The man nodded and offered his hand. ’’I’m Doctor Barnes. How are you both feeling? Can I get you anything?’’ 

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These are just some of the misconceptions Tony had. He has a hell of a lot more.

After Tony’s heat Sarah sits him down to find out what all he’s been misinformed about. Don’t worry Sarah waited until after she’d corrected Tony and left him to think about it before she threw herself on her bed and sobbed her heart out.

1) Tony believes that the scent of his heat is an invitation and he should hide himself from everyone. If he is smelled and someone forces themselves on him, it is his fault for not being more careful.

(“No, sweetheart, being taken advantage of is not your fault. You’re not inviting someone to hurt you. Not only will your scent not drive everyone to come find you, but alphas are held responsible for their own actions. If one of them assaults you, it’s their fault. But most people are not going to hurt you. I understand you feel unsafe, of course you do after what you’ve been told, but those—those were lies.”

Tony looks up at her, so hopeful, but the fear is still there, the fear that she’s the one lying to him. Sarah is only sorry they could not behead Stane.)

2) Sex is going to hurt. Always. No questions. It will hurt because omegas were meant to handle pain; that’s why they give birth. It’s also meant to keep omegas submissive. If an alpha is being gentle to keep from hurting you, it means you’re not pleasuring him properly.

(Sarah literally chokes on her spit and then she has to walk over and lean her head against a wall and just… process for a few minutes. Tony watches her worriedly, frowning, but she does eventually come and sit back down.


Tony rears back, terrified.

“Sex is not supposed to hurt and if it does the alphas are doing it wrong.

“But—but the knot,” Tony begins helplessly.

“That’s why you get wet oh Lord in heaven give me strength. Anthony. Oh, my dear. Steven and James are not going to hurt you. An alpha being gentle is proof of how much they care for you and your well-being, not proof that you’re not pleasuring them. And literally anything feels good on an alpha’s dick, honey, that’s why all those masturbation jokes exist.”

“…Those are based in fact?”

“Oh, honey.”)

3) Wanting sex outside of a heat makes you a slut. Omegas were meant to be bred for heirs. If an alpha wants sex out of heat, that’s his/her right, because they are virile and often feel the need to stake a claim. An omega wanting sex out of heat is disgusting and indicative that they’ll bend over for anyone.

(“Some people think that,” Sarah allows. “But it’s not actually true. Steven’s father and I had sex out of heat because I wanted to regularly. It promoted intimacy. Also it felt fantastic.”

Tony’s cheeks go rosy red at the admission. “So I’m not—I’m not—”

“Dear, Steven and James are very handsome,” Sarah tells him gently. “It’s not wrong to find them attractive and want to be intimate with them out of heat. Your libido still exists even when you’re not ready to make a baby.”

“…What’s a libido?” Tony asks.

Sarah wants to find Stane’s corpse and stab it until there’s nothing left but mush.)

4) Omegas don’t orgasm because they’re only for breeding.

(Sarah literally screams in horror before he can continue and has to walk out of the room but she comes back quickly and grabs Tony’s hands and just whispers, “No.”)

5) Omegas that masturbate are not good omegas. Their bodies belong to their alphas.

(Sarah screams again but Tony’s ready for it this time. Then she grabs his hands and leans in and whispers, “No. Honey, I’m going to give you a book. It’s a private book, just for omegas. I hope it will put your mind at ease. I can answer any questions you have about it afterward. Please don’t be afraid to ask me.”

“Okay,” he says shyly, because he’s never been encouraged to ask questions before.)

6) Omegas are property.

(“Not in my country,” Sarah, an omega Queen, informs him imperiously. “Some countries yes. But not mine. And certainly not yours when your parents were alive.”

“Really?” Tony asks quietly, because he can’t—he can barely remember his parents. He was sure that Howard loved Maria like an equal, though. …Pretty sure, anyway.

Sarah leans in like she’s telling him a secret. “Maria wouldn’t have allowed your father to treat her like property. I didn’t know her well, but—I knew her enough. I’ll tell you stories about her.”

Tony smiles and it’s wide and bright.)

7) Omegas are meant to bend over for the alphas at all times.

(“I mean, if you’re in the mood, you can certainly feel free to do that,” Sarah says after some thought. “But you are allowed to say no if you don’t feel like having sex.”

“Won’t—won’t they get mad?” Tony asks nervously.

Sarah scowls. “Not my sons.” And then her expression softens. “You’re allowed to not be in the mood, and they must respect that. Or else they will have me to deal with.”

Tony can’t help a reluctant giggle. Steve and Bucky have already shown they are afraid of Sarah.)

8) Omegas are trophies. Having hobbies and interests that aren’t reading or needlepoint is frowned upon.

(“…You… you do needlepoint,” Sarah says, less of a question than expressing disbelief.

“I did the detailed embroidery on my ball gowns,” Tony says, shrugging, embarrassed.

“You… you have ball gowns?

Tony frowns, concerned. “Am I not—not supposed to? My mother had them made for when I came of age—”

“Male omegas wear dresses in your country,” Sarah wheezes, then hurries to add, “Of course you can wear them here as well, dear, I’m just—surprised, is all. Would you mind if I came by to see them one day?”

Tony continues to frown at her, skeptical. “…No…”

“Okay. Oh! Do you have your mother’s wedding gown, too?” she asks, remembering how opulent the dress had been and how radiant Maria had looked in it.

Tony frowns. “Yes? I can still get married in it can’t I? It’s the only thing I have left of my mother’s, please—”

“Oh, honey, of course you can,” Sarah coos. “Just—try not to tell Steven and James about it. Dresses are a secret, you know.” When Tony nods, still looking vaguely confused, she smiles at him. “Good. Now that that’s out of the way—how would you like to learn fencing?”

Tony brightens with hope. “M-me? Really?

Sarah leans in, smiling. “And ride a horse. Not side-saddle.”

Tony bounces in his seat. It’s the most excited she’s ever seen him.)

((Sarah gives him the book and reminds him it’s a private book, and then winks and leaves him to read it. Tony is bright red by the time he’s finished and keeps the book tucked under his pillow for rereading. Natasha finds it one day and raises an eyebrow at him and Tony’s so frightened, so nervous, that he’ll be in trouble with Sarah, but Natasha simply tucks it under his mattress and tells him that’s a better hiding place.

And Natasha is so kind about it, Tony shyly asks if she might know where he can find more books like it? Natasha gives him an unreadable look and says nothing, but she does come in the next morning and hand him a stack of books without names on the covers. Tony reads an incredibly risqué one and can’t look her in the eyes for days. She thinks it’s adorable.))

~The Types as Dreams I've Had~
  • INFP: There was going to be an anime about Michael Cera and I was so excited to watch it but it got cancelled to make way for this anime about a little girl who could turn into a packet of chips
  • ISFP: A skipping rope was being swung around in a pastel pink room. All of a sudden a tiny baby pug comes running out of nowhere and starts to jump the rope.
  • ESFP: There was a horrible mix up and I ended up with a sugar daddy. I was terrified but it turned out all I had to do was pour apple juice into his nostrils and I was a billionaire. He collected brooms.
  • ISFJ: I really wanted to make chocolate eclairs but no matter what I did I JUST COULDN'T FIND A MIXING BOWL. I searched my entire house, went to every store in town, drove across the entire state and checked in EVERY SINGLE BUILDING but I just COULDN'T FIND ONE. I was in actual tears and honestly I had lost my will to live. Then I woke up. As I pondered this peculiar dream, it hit me: you dON'T EVEN NEED A MIXING BOWL TO MAKE EFFING ECLAIRS
  • ESTJ: Luigi became president and for some reason he banned abortion so Mario broke into the white house and crucified him
  • ESFJ: I was working at a nursing home at the old people just woULD NOT STOP STARTING RAVES IT WAS SO FRUSTRATING
  • ENFJ: I dreamt of a world in which everyone was in a banana cult. Everyone wore banana costumes and everything was yellow. The buildings,the skies, the animals, the vehicles, the book covers, you name it, they were all bright banana yellow. Everyone ate only bananas. The music was simply one song that repeated " Banana is our lord. Banana is our saviour. Banana is good.". They discussed only bananas. There was no rebellion against this. There was a giant floating golden banana in the middle of the city. Everyday at 3 pm they bowed down to the banana and ten people had to sacrificing themselves to the great banana god, to prove their love and devotion. It was told that if this was not done the banana god would reveal his great wrath.
  • INFJ: I was Justin Beiber's new manager and he confessed to me that he was dating Kanye West. I didn't even know who that was but I told the media because I hated him. Justin got so angry that he sent me to get hanged so I ran away and lived in the forest and then I became friends with this tree spirit but I'm pretty sure he ended up strangling me to death with his magical roots.
  • ISTP: Everyone except me had these really cool auto tuned voices and I was so jealous that I stabbed them all in the throat.
  • ENFP: We were doing the beep test at school that day. I lined up at the starting line. The first beep resonated across the basket ball court. As I stretched out my legs to take the first step towards the painful and winding journey that was the beep test, my arms flung out behind me. I tried to move them down only to discover it was impossible, and before I knew it my legs were moving on their own. I was Naruto running across the court. I Naruto ran and Naruto ran, crossing the line far before the beep, Naruto running out the other side of the basket ball court. Naruto running out of the school grounds. Naruto running across the town. Naruto running across the state. Naruto running into the ocean. I Naruto ran right until the very last moment of my Naruto life.
  • Believe it.
  • ENTP: My sister was baking cookies and she was like " Don't open the oven they aren't ready yet!". I opened the oven anyway 'cause I'm a cool kid, and inside the cookies were wearing tiny bras and panties, putting on mascara, and when they saw me they blushed and screamed " iie! Hentai!"
  • ENTJ: I was an extremely successful drug dealer and I rode a Segway everywhere and wore light up shoes
  • ESTP: They were remaking Fergalicious but Fergie's arm fell off for some reason so they made me star in her place. I was so scared because I didn't know the rap lyrics or anything but when I was on the stage they suddenly came to me perfectly and suddenly no one liked Fergie anymore and they made fun of her for having one arm and they burned her house down and she died.
  • INTP: I was playing Mystic Messenger and Jumin Han went to France and 707 starter calling him Jumin Hon. I woke up crying.
  • INTJ: Some creepy isolated dude who lived on a farm would kidnap people who tried to get talk to him. He'd rip all their guts out and feed them to a small child he kept in a locker, and then he dressed up their gutless corpse and used it as a scarecrow for his farm.
Exciting news about awesome fictional twelve-year-olds.

A quick note first. Remember this post? If you don’t, the short version is that my mom is an middle-grade author, and her most recent book is Star-Crossed, based on Romeo and Juliet but with girls in middle school. It’s adorable.

BUT. There’s one detail that was left out. Mattie is canonically bi, but the word itself is never explicitly used. That bothered a lot of people, and there were a lot of very sweet reviews that said “I loved this book but they never used the word bisexual.” SO. The book’s paperback edition is currently getting planned out, and Mom went to her editor and asked if it was possible to add something to the new edition. Just one sentence.

It usually isn’t allowed. But they said yes. 

I don’t want to give away where just yet, but the actual word “bisexual” will now be in the new edition of Star-Crossed. It’s a tiny addition, but it comes from someone Mattie trusts, and it lets Mattie realize There’s A Word For That. So keep an eye out, lovely people.


There is a new book coming out. It’s already been picked for the Junior Library Guild, which is a BIG FREAKING DEAL, and it got a starred review from Kirkus which is the review house that famously hates everything and they loved it, SO YEAH WE’RE EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE.

If Star-Crossed was kinda loosely inspired by an issue I had growing up, this one takes that idea in a different direction. I don’t talk about it much and I don’t want to get into the specifics because this story isn’t mine, but a few years ago, my brother had cancer.

It was hard and awful, and we’re still getting through it. But a couple years later my mom couldn’t stop thinking about what it must be like to be a kid, younger than my brother, getting through treatment. Battling cancer, and then winning, and then having to go back to school. There is absolutely nothing like cancer, but how in the world are your friends supposed to understand that? Do you pretend like nothing ever happened? How do you deal with that?? For a while she didn’t want to write a Cancer Book, but the more she thought about it, the more important it seemed to try, and to do it right.

So, in marvelous Barbara Dee fashion, she talked to some actual kids who had gone back to school after cancer treatment. And their families. And a child psychologist at the hospital. And my brother.

And then she wrote a book about it. Here it is.

A few details:

- The main character, Norah, is starting seventh grade after being treated for leukemia for two years. She’s funny and angry and emotional and honestly kind of a badass, and she thinks of herself as Persephone clawing her way out of the Underworld. 

 - You know how Star-Crossed loosely followed Romeo and Juliet? Halfway Normal does that with the story of Persephone, but with extra details from like five other myths. Each kid in Norah’s class has a different way of reacting to Norah’s illness, and they have their own tiny dramas going on and they all weave together. It’s kinda great.

 - The details are spot on?? There’s a lot of stuff about what it was like in the hospital and how Norah is dealing with the aftereffects and it is very obvious that it was written by someone who knows their shit. 

 - Norah’s old tutor who she absolutely adores is a black lesbian and she’s moving in with her girlfriend and I just think that’s really nice

I’m not looking for the same reaction Star-Crossed got, because honestly I’ve never seen a post take off like that before. But this book is just as near and dear to my heart, and it’s crafted so carefully and with so much love, and I’m excited as hell for it, so I just wanted to let you know it’s coming. If you want to check it out, it’ll be available on September 5th.

That’s all. Thanks for listening, lovely people. <3

scarlett-witch  asked:

Thank you for doing these Q and A sessions, it always makes my day to hear more about some of my favorite characters! So my question is how do you come up with all your different character names? Especially since many of them aren't traditional names (at least, I've never seen the names Veralidaine, Numair, Keladry, Thayet, etc, anywhere other than in your stories). Also, how do you come up with all of your different country names?

At first, I used new age baby name books (with brown paper bags over the covers because I got tired of people asking when I was due). As I got more experienced, I started drawing names from the cultures I based different areas on. Not just the names I could find online, but bits and pieces of place names. Now I have whole books on the structure of names and the history of various types of names. It’s a bit of a hobby of mine.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for our precious boy Tamaki!! Maybe how he is a parent? Love your blog!! 💜

Parent Tamaki is a Tamaki we all need and deserve. Buckle up guys. This is gonna be long because what is Tamaki? Everything!

Amajiki Tamaki

  • Did somebody say over-protective parent? BECAUSE OVER-PROTECTIVE PARENT TAMA-DAD IS IN THE HOUSE!
  • When his child was a baby, every nook and and cranny of the house was baby-proofed. Baby gates, stoppers on every single corner and sharp edge, covering all plus sockets. You name it, he had it covered.
  • Reading “Parenting for Dummies” books because boy does he need a lot of help.
  • Guess who the Godfather is?!? Godfather Mirio has helped Tamaki with his child plenty of times and is pretty much the child’s wacky uncle. 
  • Seriously can you imagine Mirio helping out with his child?! Peek-a-boo just got so awesome since he can phase through walls. And giving the child piggy-back rides and throwing them in the air and catching them (while Tamaki freaks out).
  • When his child’s quirk manifests, he is there and ready to help. He doesn’t exactly know how he’s gonna do that but he’d sure as hell try!
  • Being a hero means that Tamaki doesn’t always have a lot of time. He’s always going to try and make time so that he can go to his child’s shows, games, activities and just generally support them. If he can’t make it though, he’ll always try and make it up to them.
  • Imagine his child being scared on the first day of school and Tamaki gently encouraging them by telling his child to be themself and good things would happen.
  • Awww imagine his child being accepted into UA and he’s so proud and happy. He’d probably get out his old yearbook and show them what it’s like and get all flustered when his child gets excited over the fact he was one of the big three.
Me & Kook's First Meeting

Jungkook: Hello, What’s your name?

Me: I'am your Noona show me some respect.

Jungkook: *Doesn’t believe me and is suspicious*

Me: Well would you prefer me to call you Oppa then?

Jungkook: *Jungshook*

Me: Yeah that’s what I thought.

anonymous asked:

Shiro having a girlfriend that, like, everyone wants to be with. Constantly. Like, does someone need something done? ____ come with me and help me, please. And then he just gets 'selfish' and doesn't let her go.

A/N: oh shiro… if you love me, let me goooo~

“Hey, (Name), could you help me carrying these.” The Black Paladin ask his beloved, (Name), who was playing with the mice. She patted the mice head before walking towards him. 

“Why don’t you call Lance or Keith? Or Hunk?” She study the crates that Shiro brought from a neighbouring planet. 

Team Voltron received a distress signal from said planet. It was close to them and the Princess know the people well. She send the Team to go there. It was a long mission. A very, long mission. 

As you help the Princess and Coran, you were worried about them. Sure, they contact each other back and forth. It’s just the time that the team spent on that planet. It was a few hours when the Team return. 

From what Shiro explained, it was a small attack on a village. The Galra army disperse their troops to attack the village. Thankfully, the Chief send out a distress signal and the castle caught it. After that, the Team came down and saved the villagers. Good news; nobody died. Bad news; the village was destroyed. 

To redeem for their rescue, Team Voltron help the villagers to build a new village. The new village was a new location, it was covered with mountains and cliffs.The perfect place to be protected. At night, the Chief throw a feast for the Team. It didn’t last long, Shiro - being the leader he is - politely declined the offer and order the Team to return back to the ship. 

The Chief gave the Team a few crates. It was filled with food from the feast. Each Lion was loaded with them. The team accept and thanked the Chief before returning back. 

And now we are all catch-up, (Name) wondered why Shiro couldn’t call Lance, Keith or Hunk for carrying those crates. “Please?” Shiro gave (Name) the puppy eyes. Knowing her, Shiro knows she can’t resist them. 

(Name) sighed then said, “Fine, fine, fine!” She gave Shiro a look as she enter his Lion to retrieve the crates. When she return, she stood next to him. “Alright, where to?” 

“The kitchen.” Shiro started to walk. “Coran want these to be delivered to him. I”m guessing, he’s gonna cook something weird.” 

“What can you do?” (Name) followed him. “Its the greatest wonders in the galaxy. Space food. Besides, learn something new for a change.” She nudged his arm. 

Shiro chuckled, which makes (Name) laughed in response. The both of them continue to chat as they walk to the kitchen. They went back and forth, retrieving and sending the crates.

“Lance, did what?” (Name) placed the last crate on the counter. Shiro was telling her some funny tales when they were at the planet. 

“Yes, he ate some berries then become like a drunk person.” Shiro recalled the memory well. “Keith and I manage to make him sit and stand down.” 

“Did Pidge record it?” (Name) stretched her arms. It was a tiring yet enjoyable, since Shiro was there. “I would love to see it.” 

Coran thanked the both of them. The couple reply with a smile and a wave. Incoming Lance running past them. Lane did a quick break and did a Moonwalk to where (Name) was. 

“Say, (Name).” Lance smiled. “Why don’t you and I go on some stargazing? Just the both of us. What do you say?” 

“I’m sorry, Lance but (Name) is occupied.” Shiro cuts in. He step between Lance and (Name). 

“I am?” (Name) raised an eyebrow. Shiro glance over his shoulder and gave her a nod. “Oh, right. I am! Sorry, Lance. Maybe next time.” 

“No biggie.” Lance shrugged and walk away. 

As the day ended, (Name) noticed that Shiro doesn’t let anyone come near and take her away. Including the Princess. Shiro keeps making some excuse to make her stay by his side. He doesn’t even let go. He let her stay by hugging her from behind. 

According to Coran, it was night-time. (Name) was leaning next to Shiro, reading a book. His human arm was wrapped around her shoulder as he keep kissing her face. 

“Shiro, would you stop it.” She giggled at his actions. “How can I read a book in peace if you keep showering me with kisses?” 

“But I don’t want to.” Shiro hug her closer to his body. He rest his head onto her shoulder. Snuggling her. “Leave the book alone. I need you…” 

Cue a blushing (Name). “S-shut up.” She hides her red face behind her book. Shiro whines. 

“Let me see you.” And so she did. (Name) reveal her blushing face to Shiro. With an open window, Shiro planted a short kiss to her cheek. “Hey there.” Shiro gave a smirk to her reaction upon the kiss. 

“Are feeling alright, Shiro?” Finally, she ask. “You’ve been acting strange today.” 

Shiro avert his eyes, there was a small hue of red, slowly appearing. “I… uh…” He was hesitant to answer her questions. (Name) felt that Shiro was feeling uncomfortable so she drop the topic. 

“F-forget that I ask. Let’s head back to sleep.” (Name) put away the book. “Good night, Shiro!” 

“Good night, (Name).” Shiro covered their bodies with the blanket. He was being gentle with it due to his other arm. He peck her temple as he adjust his position to sleep. “Sweet dreams, too.” 


“Hey, Shiro I need you help with… something… “ Lance stared at the sleeping couple. He slowly back away and shut the door in a quiet manner. “Okay… maybe next time.” 

He shoved both of his hands into the pockets and pretend he didn’t see that. 

“I told you, they were dating.” Keith was leaning against the wall when Lance appeared from Shiro’s room.

“For how long?” A curious Lance ask. 

“Before joining the Garrison.” Keith got off from the wall and began to walk away. 

Lance was shocked, and speechless at the same time.