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You and Caviar 🍋‍🟩

[🍋‍🟩 - similarly, what would your contact names be for each other?]

Well, I’ve put him in my phone as an endearing nickname such as “Captain of my heart” (cheesy, ik) or “my beloved”

I feel like Caviar would either put me down as my name, or as “co-captain” . He doesn’t seem the type of folk to use nicknames :]

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Anonymous sent: ✒ + Babachops in the cartoon version sheds her wool like crazy in the warmer seasons (like Summer)

Send me Headcanons | Accepting!

// YES. It's common knowledge that sheep grow and shed their wool constantly, and I have already stated here that Toon!Baba uses her own wool to make things like blankets and sweaters. So I definitely think that yeah, in the hotter seasons her shedding can sometimes get out of control, albeit in a cartoonish sort of way.

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anonymous asked:

“✒  + Marsha strikes me as the type to be naturally right handed, but learned how to write with her left one too largely for efficiency or to just straight up flex“  

Honestly, I always saw Marsha as right handed but it's interesting to think about Marsha learning how to write left-handed. I'll approve it.

send me “✒  + a headcanon “  and I’ll tell you if I approve it or not // open & accepting

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Owls posed under Veritaserum will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Hermione Granger is a canon character from Harry Potter, and her portrayal is largely a mix of book lore and headcanons, without much influence from the films. After Voldemort's defeat, she returns to Hogwarts for her seventh year to get her N.E.W.T.s. and publishes a new translation of The Tales of Beedle the Bard with Albus Dumbledore's notes included. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write her into crossovers or AUs.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I'm happy to ship Hermione with other Harry Potter characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they're on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they're on my list.

OTPs: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Viktor Krum Possible Ships: Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Cedric Diggory NOTPs: Severus Snape, Bellatrix Lestrange Family: I do not include Cursed Child as part of my canon, so any children of Hermione need to be discussed in advance

default verses:

seventh year: After Voldemort's defeat, Hermione returns to Hogwarts for her seventh year to get her N.E.W.T.s. and publishes a new translation of The Tales of Beedle the Bard with Albus Dumbledore's notes included.

hoping to do some good: Hermione starts her career as an intern at the Ministry of Magic, first in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to promote House-Elf welfare, and then in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to overturn pro-pureblood legislation and eventually run for Minister of Magic.

hogwarts is home: After the publication of her first book, Hermione returns to Hogwarts to teach Arithmancy, where she can continue to study magic, develop spells, and publish her work.

Note: Hermione and the writer would like to register their protest against She Who Must Not Be Named and her notably transphobic ideology by injecting as much queerness and diversity as possible into this fandom.

[xmadnesswithin]

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I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER'S MAP

At first point of some consequence, Mr. Padfoot wishes to inform the reader that this is a sideblog, and we will follow back from the main @grimmusings. He requests that you please direct all owls there, since it's easier for the writer to keep all messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions there, where the writer regularly posts open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, he kindly requests that you visit the main. Owls posed under Veritaserum will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Additionally, he would like you to note that all details vary depending on verse. However, the writer prefers to pull all timelines post-Hogwarts and of age. In addition, we do not acknowledge his death in the fifth novel, nor do we acknowledge Remus’s in the seventh. We are delighted to write fix-it or AU verses (and much encourage either), and to create mash-up verses with other fandoms. If you have a preference for one of his faceclaims over the other, you are most welcome to request.

wanted connections:

Mr. Padfoot presents this non-comprehensive list, noting that we are pleased to write with most muses as far as basic interactions. He is willing to ship with other Potterverse characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they are included among the OTPs, they require plotting and interaction first. We wish to express that there is never any pressure to ship with him, regardless of who appears on the list.

OTPs: Remus Lupin NOTPs: any Next Gen muses Other: James Potter, Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, crossovers with other fandoms such as Carry On

default verses:

post!hogwarts: Any events that take place after the Marauders leave Hogwarts, but before the events of the series.

canon (+/-): Any events that take place during the timeline of the seven books. May include canon divergence.

post!hallows: Following the second war against Voldemort, Sirius settles down in a quiet Muggle village with Harry.

hogwarts is home: Following the second war against Voldemort, Sirius returns to Hogwarts to teach Transfiguration.

verses by request only:

Mr. Padfoot is delighted to write these, but since they are more specific AUs, we do not default on them for owls. Please feel welcome to request them.

alt!postazkaban: The night Remus discovers that Sirius is innocent is not a full moon. Peter is taken into Ministry custody, Sirius's name is cleared, and Voldemort's return to power is delayed by several years.

raising harry: After James and Lily's deaths, Sirius leaves the capture of Peter to the Ministry. Since he never goes to Azkaban, he's able to raise Harry from a baby.

Finally, Mr. Padfoot would like to register his protest against She Who Must Not Be Named and her notably transphobic ideology by injecting as much queerness and diversity as possible into this fandom.

Mischief managed.

[moonysspectacles]

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I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER'S MAP

At first point of some consequence, Mr. Moony wishes to inform the reader that this is a sideblog, and we will follow back from the main @grimmusings. He requests that you please direct all owls there, since it's easier for the writer to keep all messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions there, where the writer regularly posts open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, he kindly requests that you visit the main. Owls posed under Veritaserum will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Additionally, he would like you to note that all details vary depending on verse. However, the writer prefers to pull all timelines post-Hogwarts and of age. In addition, we do not acknowledge his death in the seventh novel, nor do we acknowledge Sirius's in the fifth. We are delighted to write fix-it or AU verses (and much encourage either), and to create mash-up verses with other fandoms.

wanted connections:

Mr. Moony presents this non-comprehensive list, noting that we are pleased to write with most muses as far as basic interactions. He is willing to ship with other Potterverse characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they are included among the OTPs, they require plotting and interaction first. We wish to express that there is never any pressure to ship with him, regardless of who appears on the list. Kindly note that Mr. Moony identifies as homosexual and only ships with male muses. Any relationships with one Nymphadora Tonks or canon and OC children from such pairing should be discussed with the writer before interacting.

OTPs: Sirius Black NOTPs: Nymphadora Tonks, any Next Gen muses Other: James Potter, Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, crossovers with other fandoms such as Carry On

default verses:

post!hogwarts: Any events that take place after the Marauders leave Hogwarts, but before the events of the series.

canon (+/-): Any events that take place during the timeline of the seven books. May include canon divergence.

post!hallows: Following the second war against Voldemort, Lupin settles down in a quiet Muggle village with Sirius and Harry and opens a bookshop.

hogwarts is home: Following the second war against Voldemort, Lupin returns to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

horror!verse: Any crossovers with other werewolf fandoms.

verses by request only:

Mr. Moony is delighted to write these, but since they are more specific AUs, we do not default on them for owls. Please feel welcome to request them.

alt!postazkaban: The night Remus discovers that Sirius is innocent is not a full moon. Peter is taken into Ministry custody, Sirius's name is cleared, and Voldemort's return to power is delayed by several years.

raising harry: After James and Lily's deaths, Remus is there to keep Sirius from going after Peter, keeping him out of Azkaban, and they both raise Harry together.

Finally, Mr. Moony would like to register his protest against She Who Must Not Be Named and her notably transphobic ideology by injecting as much queerness and diversity as possible into this fandom.

Mischief managed.

[fategranddisorder]

"hello! can i request arjuna being clingy towards his master, who likes it but is shy (nsfw or not, it's up to you)? I hope this isn't too vague ;-; thank you!"

Oh I liked this one! And it wasn't vague at all, it kinda gave me room to write this. I really hope you like it!

Warnings: sprinkle of obssesive thoughts/ behaviour.

Tags: Fluff, SFW,

Warmth (Arjuna) -request-

It is always like this. A gentle touch here, a secret caress there. Your skin would always flush all the way up to the tips of your ears. Such a lovely shade of pink. 

Your eyes cast to the side, your lips pressed together, trying to keep your feelings and reactions to Archer's touch and flirtations under control.

Arjuna loves it. 

He loves how his presence alone is sometimes enough. To feel the heat and mana through the layers of clothing as he stands close to you, his body barely touching yours.

The added effect that other servants tend to leave you alone when he is near is only an added bonus. Because honestly, in Arjuna's mind, he is the only one you need.

Your presence, your skin beneath his fingers, it soothes him. Soothes the dark and annoying whispers in his mind. The other entity that always lurks beneath the surface. 

Even as you avert your gaze from his own, a blush dusting your cheeks. The Archer doesn't mind, because he knows your thoughts are full of him.

So when he presses just a little too close. Nuzzles his cheek against the tip of your ear as he peers past your shoulder to look at whatever document you could be holding.

Feigning interest to stand close to you. Even as you are mid conversation with someone else in the middle of the hallway.

It is weird. Weird how Arjuna went from standoffish to wanting to be near you all hours of the day. You thought it would be suffocating, this constant presence around you.

Yet, surprisingly, you found it comforting. To be able to cast away the worries and burdens of the fight for humanity's survival and just drown in the warmth and safety Arjuna offers. You easily waved away the concerns of Mash at Arjunas' sudden change of mind. The warnings of the darkness in the eyes of the Archer on the tip of the Shielder tongue. Yet the demi servant never utters those warnings, she swallows the words when she sees how the mere presence of the Archer is enough for your tense shoulders to relax and for a smile to truly reach your eyes.

Arjuna is careful, never to let you notice the angry scowl on his face as you talk to others. He needs to be so careful, to hide that disgusting part of him away. A part that is unbefitting of a hero.

As the conversation in the hallway comes to a close, you can see that the Chaldea employee shift their gaze over your shoulder before looking back at you. You know they want to say something but you just smile and shrug your shoulders.

And so they leave and turn the corner.

Arjuna pulls you closer, enjoying the gasp  from your lips. 

"Arjuna?"

The archer sighs as you wiggle against him. He Assumes you would want to put some distance between the both of you. You still had some work today after all. So Arjuna gives you that room, that space to move away from him and go about your day. However you only use that space the Archer has given you to turn yourself to face the man.

Arjuna only raises a brow when you look up at him. Forgoing your usual shy nature you reach out. Your warm hands cupping his face, your thumbs gently massaging his temples. 

And for a moment he feels at peace, his eyes closing in relaxation. His own thumbs slowly start mimicking the movement on your lower back.

"You shouldn't scowl so much at others" 

The world stops. Arjuna truly believes it has in that moment. You had seen him, who he truly is, his virtues and his sins. 

When his gaze refocuses you, you don’t seem fazed. You are still smiling that same calm smile. The blush is still very apparent on your cheeks and you never let go of him.

It is at that moment Arjuna realises the reason he doesn’t hear Kirishna, it is because the both of them agree on something for once. You are theirs, you are his. 

And for the first time in centuries he smiles. He smiles because you see him and you don't run. You are here with him, holding him, smiling at him. Arjuna takes a breath and leans down, you are fully expecting him to kiss you. Yet the man only rests his forehead against your own.

"Master, you realise I cannot ever let you go now that you have seen me."

Your smile is unwavering as you nod. The movement of your head is felt by the Archer. 

"That is okay"

[queensconquest]

Anonymous said: “Smash or Pass” + oh oh oh oh shi wudu for ling wen!

( SEND Smash or Pass + character name FOR MY MUSE’S ANSWER )

    “  Well  ,  I  suppose  this  was  only  a  matter  of  time.  “  She  is  notably  not  particularly  surprised  at  this  point.  But  a  slight  grin  creeps  onto  her  lips.

   “  Didn’t  you  hear  what  I  said  with  Ol’  Pei  ?  Same  applies.  Smash.  “  Plus  to  see  what  else  that  mouth  could  do  besides  be  good  with  words.  Or  rather  ,  knew.  But  that  was  for  her  to  know.

[prettyiwa]

Hi!! I really love your His Girl series and I was hoping I could ask you questions from your ask game! 4 6 18 19

I'm glad you enjoyed the series! [AO3 | Tumblr]

4. What detail in His Girl are you really proud of?

All the research that went into music and its creation. It's not quite a detail, per se, but it all informed how I wrote Bassist!Reader and Drummer!Levi. Some of my all-time favorite comments are from musicians telling me that how I wrote it is how they remember it.

6. What's one fact about the universe of His Girl that you didn't get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

I just had to re-read the fic to be able to answer this LMAO Zeke, Erwin, & Miche's relationship with Reader is something I don't believe I ever truly touched on. They had all met in uni with Reader being a couple years behind them. Her roommate was dating Mike and that's how they all met. They introduced her to Zeke and Reader and he hit it off. The relationship grew incredibly toxic and she was too naive to catch it in time. Erwin & Mike helped her get out of the relationship and Zeke was pissed and kinda fixated on her, almost like "the one who got away." Afterward, Erwin would pretend to be with Reader if ever she needed an out.

18. If you wrote a sequel to His Girl, what would it involve?

Honestly? I don't imagine much in the way of a sequel to the fic. I imagine they'd sound smth like Royal Blood, another band that's just a drummer and bassist/vocalist (totally not a favorite of mine or anything no what no). Theirs is not a relationship I view as healthy or lasting. When I contemplated adding onto the story, it was more of a prequel, of when they met, found out they were musically and sexually compatible, having something a bit more than a situationship, and him leaving.

19. If you wrote a spin-off to His Girl, what would it involve?

I never considered a spin-off before. I could do something for Mike or Erwin (could even do something toxic for Zeke if I could write him), but it's not something I feel compelled to explore. His Girl came to me in a dream and I think it's complete in the state it is now.

[logan-exe]

uhh if you're looking for prompt ideas: the sides, trying to change a lightbulb. Do with this what you will

Word count: 483Platonic LAMP

There was a dead bulb in the room. Someone had to fix it. With that, Patton fetched the ladder from the storage, set it up under the filamentless light bulb, and began scaling his way to undo it. Wrapping his hand around the bulb he started to twist it clockwise. The bulb never seemed to wiggle, it didn’t have any free.

A well held flamboyant other started his way into the scene, his walk was light but channeled pride. “Are you trying to replace a light bulb?” This strapping other called out towards Patton. “Yes. But it doesn’t seem to move.” Patton answered back. “I think I’m turning it the wrong way.” Taking a second to think. Patton revered his rotation into an anti-clockwise motion, now successfully unfastening the dead bulb.

“Do you know what kind of bulb you are going to use in its place? Do you know where to get that?” Virgil’s tone slinked in from the corner of the living room couch. The young adult curled warmly in the jacket, headphones half on. “We’ll use a normal lightbulb, kiddo!” Patton replied, handing the detached object to the Prince near him, in which Roman took.

“How about-” Roma’s tone sparked, eyes wide with excitement. “We take this chance to use a new light bulb! Make this room pop! I say, disco light bulb!” Using his hands to express the splendid thought he just had. Arms extend and hands fluttering sporadically around him trying as if he’d be imitating colored lights dancing around.

“I say, we use one that gives off dark light.” The anxious one pitched in. Not wishing to contribute, but admitting that it was a good idea to try and get in on. His hands outwards, arms and elbows still tucked to his sides, he gave those digits a wiggle. “The room and be as dark and purple as how I feel inside.” A sad sorrow whine ‘Noo..’ came from Patton as he heard the last line of Virgil’s sentence.

Logan decided to stumble into the room. Without hesitation, he was not a wink late to add his opinion. “We will be using the spiral CFL, it operates at 13 watts and 230 volts. It is both eco-friendly and lasts an average life of 10,000 hours.”

The other three blinked in confusion on what the logical one just laid out, then the slight bickering came soon after. “I like the disco light! This room needs more pazas!” Roman gave out a shout. “This room is too bright, I feel you can kill a person by a flip of a switch.” Virgil grumbles out. “I just want a lightbulb so it doesn’t look weird..” Patton gave out his less controversial opinion, in hopes, no one starts a fight over a lightbulb. “We will just go with the one Logan said. It is eco-friendly right?” Patton gave out a louder holler.

Authors note: Wrote way more than intended. It’s not great but not good, it’s okay. Thank you for reading.

[sorcessworld]

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The best way I can describe how I apply persistence (as of now) is actually pretty simple and fun, so I appreciate sharing it with anyone who needs it.

Basically, no matter what you tell me, I flip it in my head to align with what I once desired. When LOA blogs told me before to flip my thoughts, I always though it was a chore; looking at it now –

If I were living this dream life of mine, these are scenarios I'd be thinking anyways. It's a full time thing, like hello? What part of "this is your new reality" do you not understand??? Why would you not think like this as much as possible??

Seriously, if you're living this amazing, beautiful life with your df, db, sp, etc. etc. etc. You'd be thinking like this, might as well get used to it right? This is what I percieve as not waiting for your manifestations.

Don't get it? I was like that too. Let me break it down.

1. You get a heads up from inner you, hey I got this, maybe by this date, perhaps through this way. (desire.)

2. You either say, hell yeah give that to me, or no way that's not happening (intention.)

3. It's yours now! You have a proverbial candy in your pocket and inner you says, "show me the candy I gave you" you're not going to do 700K methods, or affirm 25/8. You're going to dwell on the feeling that yeah, you have that candy and you're going to show it to inner you. How? Like so:

— You're going to celebrate and remind yourself whenever the thought comes up through the day. I do this with an mark on my hand and affirmations.

— You're going to flip your thoughts and activities you do into thoughts that align with what you once-desired, and if the sky was green in the 3D, you tell your inner self, yeah the sky was definitely blue.

— You're going to sometimes think about timing and circumstances etc. If you're still taking baby steps into persisting, but then you're going to think about the hundreds of people getting what they want with 0 reason to lie (no pay, not much clout beyond what some anonymous people online say about you etc.) And you're going to feel so fucking powerful because they're all just background characters in your world – naturally you can do the same and better/quicker, you don't have to wait. (living in the end & persistence.)

Of course, this doesn't mean you should be doing this 25/8 and feeling like shit when you don't do it. Only do it when you hear something you don't like or when you think of what you once desired. Otherwise, head empty, no thoughts. You are void. Here are some ways I've persisted like this.

1. Mom's complaining about work? Nope, she's whining about some deal cut in her multi-billion dollar corporation that honestly won't even affect her it's truly ridiculous and I feel a slight bit of pity for her crabby secretary.

2. Reading hypergamy posts talking about their lives and dates? No, that's my life as I recall it clearly in my mind right now, my boyfriend took me out for Sunday brunch with a lovely view of the harbor and the evening brunch. We spent so long chasing down my runaway sunhat on the beach afterwards and I'm happy I wore flats.

3. You're not talking to me about how you plan to shift realities; you're telling me about a day in your life since we woke up in our ideal realities at the same time and you're so appreciative of being one of the few blessed people to hear of and apply loa to your life.

4. I'm not trying to crunch a budget with my roommate, my boyfriend served me breakfast in bed because he had to go in for a meeting today l: under the condition that I work out the kinks of his marketing strategy with one his business partners. It's just a list of things but so boring.

Persisting can be simple and very, very fun.

[shuyamino]

STEAL YOUR HEART!

characters(s) : ✒ ،، alban knox

content : ✒ ،، sfw | locksmith reader | phantom thief alban | gender neutral reader | talk of heists | gift giving, or so he says | oneshot (jk…unless?) | not proofread

summary : ✒ ،، The thing is, you were supposed to be done with the phantom thief. The two of you agreed that he wouldn't try to contact you — and god knows that you would never attempt to contact him.

Yet, there he was — standing outside your workshop.

"No."

You don't look at him — hoping that maybe this was just some mental breakdown causing the phantom thief to appear at your doorstep.

Instead, you busy yourself around your workshop. Wiping the surfaces down with a cleaning rag, making sure It was late in the night, way past closing time because of a frustrating anonymous commission.

"I haven't said anything!" Alban whines, as he trails behind you. He has the tact to stay an arms length away at least. With how things ended between the two of you, it was hard to fight back the urge to slap him across the face.

"I know why you're here — the answer is no."

You regret entering the backroom of your shop, letting Alban to block your way out of the small room. He's leaning against the doorway, arms crossed haughtily as his lips curl to a smirk.

"Hear me out, at least."

Alban hasn't changed since the last time you saw him — not that you expected him to change drastically in the course of a couple of months. Though a part of you hoped that he'd become unfamiliar by now. A foreign memory — so you can pretend you didn't care about him as much as you say so.

But here he was, sitting across from you as he fiddled with one of your client's jewelry box. A tiny wooden box that played a tune after being opened. The client had lost the key a few years ago and hoped that you could open it.

"Stop touching that." You scold, lightly slapping his hand away from it. You pick up the box and set it aside, away from the thief. It wasn't as shiny as most of his marks but you wouldn't put it past his sticky fingers to nab something on his way out. Alban draws his hand back, still grinning up at you. "...What?"

"I missed you."

You clench your fist, ignoring the sudden thrum of your heart at the sudden confession. "I'm...going to kick you out now."

"W-Wait!" Alban is quick to fix his posture — his lips pursed tight as his hands land on his lap. "I'm here for a serious matter. I promise — well, two serious matters."

"Which is?"

Alban raises his pointer finger in a wait movement. He leans to the side of his chair and began digging around the comically large backpack he carried around. You watch with crossed arms and a skeptical expression before he finally pulls…a piece of paper out.

To be fair, it wasn't just an empty piece of paper. It was a receipt, with a scribble on the back. A pendant of sorts, you assume by the crude drawing.

"What the hell is that?"

"Le Pendentif de Poème Dévoué." Alban's grin seemed to grow. He inches closer, chin resting on the palm of his hands.

The pendant isn't gaudy like most artifacts were — nothing too flashy with various gems and jewels nor is it overly large. A simple gold chain and gold flecks preserved inside what looked like amber — it was far too simple for his tastes.

"…Why this?"

"It says a poor man had this created for his lover. He worked day and night — made just enough for this simple little thing for the love of his life... It's kind of romantic, right?"

You shrug your shoulders in nonchalance. It was romantic — you just didn't want to give him the satisfaction with agreeing. His past marks have been gaudy at most. The type of artifact that snobby rich people use to flaunt their wealth. This one though was different — created through one man's blood, sweat, and tears… There was a poetic twist to it. One that you couldn't ignore.

"The problem is that it's locked up tight—" You open your mouth, ready to protest but Alban stops you with a quick shh. "—but, it's going to be taken out of its cage and used for this fancy opera play a few weeks from now."

You purse your lips. It doesn't seem like much of a problem for him. "Okay, that seems easy enough for you. But why are you telling me all this?"

"I need you to be my date, which is actually my second serious matter."

You resist the urge to start tugging at your locks. Did he forget everything you both promised? No more contact — a rule that he'd already broken tonight. No more roping you into heists — another rule that he's planning to break in a few weeks.

You wanted a peaceful life that his impulsivity could not provide.

"Alban."

He says your name too — and you hate the way it makes your heart soar and your resolve crumble. "C'mon. One last time?"

You stare into his multi-colored eyes, lips pursed tight. He always did get what he wanted and you could never say no. With one last sigh —

"Fine, Alban. I'll be your fake date." His face beams at your response and before he could say anything more, you stop him with your raised palm. "Under one condition. You need to tell me everything — the moment I even think you're lying, I am turning you in to that detective."

Alban's lips curl to a smirk. "I promise."

[riekirei]

°⭒- ✒ pen & paper.

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader genre: high school au warnings: slight cursing, also not proof-read word count: 934 ------author's note: i'm writing this as a result of my experience in high school (basically based irl) only the main idea though, just changed my s/o with riki and change other details with more realistic things riki would experience. if ever there exists a story similar to this, i have no intent of plagiarizing.

pov: author

"class, line up! morning assembly starts in 10 minutes." their adviser says.

"sir, by height?" chiharu asks the second it was instructed. well, yes it was by height. everyone rises from their seat and forms a line, making a fuss about who's taller than who. y/n had no problem with this, she just quietly made her way to the very back (she was clearly the tallest sooo). chiharu lined up in front of her, as she was tall too.

heading down the stairs and into the assembly court, y/n was chatting with chiharu about different people in other sections and how she would get closer to them. in y/n's surprise, as the next class stood beside them, the world seemed like it had stopped revolving, chiharu's endless gossip went on mute. y/n laid her eyes on someone who was nowhere out of her line of vision, literally beside her. she shrugged her head away. "hello???? are you even here?" "oh sorry, who's that?" y/n asks chiharu, slightly pointing in his direction. "hmm, clearly a new student. i've never seen him before".

god, how y/n stared all assembly. unconsciously going idle the entire 30 minutes, no one really noticed, she was new after all. she'd do this every weekly assembly, aside from kicking everyone's ass in projects and tests. she eventually got the "student of the week" award, she shuffled toward the stage in shock. badge received, went down, back into the line.

pov: riki

woah. i would've never thought she'd get an award like that. along with that astounding height, perfectly layered hair, godly body frame, and glistening eyes uncovering her imagination. probably sounds insane to be confessing, i'm too shy to be blurting sincere words.

i better ask someone in my class about her socials, oh god. obviously not going to be following, just being there is rewarding enough. okay, that's probably enough, eek that vocabulary i just used.

pov: author

as months pass on, y/n became more renowned (rather popular) for her grades and outstanding academic performance. yet again, leaves riki mesmerized. they've come in contact through chat a few times, mostly initiated by y/n.

hey, what tests have you taken? omg we have so many mutual followers, what hall's your classroom at?

i mean, it was pretty clear they had a thing for each other. stealing glances, milliseconds of accidental eye contact. well, mostly declared by chiharu, lekki, and lumi catching riki staring at y/n.

04 - 26

english period came on, the lesson was just as interesting to be catching everyone's attention. writing a personal letter to anyone in school. y/n scootched down over to her half-emptied bag on the floor, grabbing a pen and paper. she wasn't that dumb to be openly exposing her name and image to the whole year. she had a plan.

y/n had written an anonymous letter addressed to riki, to be received right in his classroom the next two days. she told him to guess and write back, luckily she left a hint on the paper and instagram story days later.

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"dude, QUICKKK" lekki tells lumi as they trample steps along the stairs. rushing into the cafeteria, right in the middle of y/n's lunch. "BRO RIKI KNOWS IT WAS YOU." lekki exclaims right when y/n has had a bite of her orion choco pie. "WAIT WHAT YOU'RE JOKING." "NO ACTUALLY." lumi answered y/n - flabbergasted in disbelief.

"okay so like, lumi and i were getting our badminton rackets and lunches on the second floor when we came across riki. he didn't look gloomy for some reason. 'oh hi lekki, lumi' which was literally the MOST unusual thing for mr. shy type. i didn't beat around the bushes and asked him if he knew about the letter. he said yes and went on with a flushed look on his face." lekki told y/n and chiharu, whom both weren't there (obviously).

pov: y/n

what the actual fuck. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL. okay, okay, OH MY GOD I'M OVERTHINKING IT. at least he knows who to write back to, maybe? WHAT IF HE DOESN'T WRITE BACK. WE'LL HAVE TO SEE.

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pov: author

weeks pass by, probably a month already, yet no signs of life. y/n was not one to lose hope. every english period she'd wait for her teacher to hand her over a letter.

dear y/n,

in her dreams. not until 05 - 20, slipped onto her notebook right on top of her wooden desk, a flimsy yellow paper signed

"to: anonymous, from: tall guy :D".

hundreds of tall guys attend that very school, but only one of them would address themselves like that. nishi-fucking-mura riki. as flustered as y/n was, she managed to step out the door to read this letter she'd awaited every day.

y/n didn't know how to feel, heartbroken or full of cheer that her first love was together. acting like she'd won the lottery, she entered the classroom so people would think it entirely worked out. not a tear dropped from her eyes, knowing there was plenty of time left.

storming out the classroom with the letter tucked into the length of her sleeve, she went to riki's classroom. seeing her eyes peep through the small glass window built in the door, riki brightens up and goes out to see her. they hug each other dearly, yet again, not letting a tear drop from either of their eyes. they spend that exact day together, as if they were a thing for the longest time.

"my house this friday, cool?" riki says as the dismissal bells rung.

[the-late-beanstalk]

Let's spill the tea coffee, shall we?

Dear members of the Goodnight Club, the longest-running anonymous nocturnal organization,

Are you now awake?

it's been a long time,

how are you all right now?

☪✒

This nocturnal organization has gone into a prolonged hiatus, and it is time to break it and continue our legacy.

☾ ❈━━━━━━✾━━━━━━✾━━━━━━✾━━━━━━❈ Grind the beans now because the [tea] coffee shall be spilled in our late night talks.

⚸ coffeebeans