One Thousand And One Nights With You (is Not Enough To Spend)

one thousand and one nights with you (is not enough to spend)

note from kin: the title is from that song in twisted by starkid, but that’s about as far as the similarity goes

anyway you’re visionless and basically run a little witch shop in mondstadt, with flowers and cool gemstones and mysterious powders and potions and stuff. albedo gets a lot of his alchemy ingredients from you (also he’s dating you but not a lot of people know that)

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn! reader, albedo, plus a surprise venti cameo

pairing(s): albedo/reader

warning(s): i don’t know albedo that well so he might be ooc? also this is so cheesy it’s a little ridiculous

genre: fluff

One Thousand And One Nights With You (is Not Enough To Spend)

“I’ll be going now, boss!”

You smile and return your assistant’s cheery goodbye wave as he disappears off into the night outside, freshly-filled coin pouch jingling at his hip. As the door swings shut with quiet click, your surroundings fall into quietude.

The candles keeping the room lit are beginning to burn down to stumps, throwing most of your shelves into shadow. You take a sip from the steaming cup sitting on your counter, then stand up to begin taking inventory and closing up shop.

The silence is comforting after such a long day. You’re not entirely sure what brought on the sudden increase in customers, given that your shop is tucked away in a quiet little corner of Mondstadt that not many tend to linger around. That had been a deliberate choice, and so was the lack of advertising - your speciality is the individual, not the crowd.

Still, you can’t say that it isn’t nice to have the increased income. More profit means better wages for your assisstant - and more Mora to buy even more cool things to stock.

You pass about an hour ambling around your shop, rearranging your products and making sure that everything is in order. Then, just as the bat-shaped clock on the wall chimes one o’clock, the bell above the front door jingles, and you hear quiet footsteps enter.

You don’t pay it any mind at first, instead focusing on rearranging the little bottles of various dusts and extracts on one of the ingredients shelves. A hand settles on the small of your back, and you feel the new arrival’s presence come to a stop beside you.

“We’re out of powdered lizard tail,” You say without looking at him.

A pause. Then a quiet chuckle. “That’s how you want to start the night?”

You smirk. “The night started a good while ago, darling.”

Albedo sighs as you turn to face him, though his soft smile betrays his faux-exasperation. “I did tell you I’d be late today.”

“You tell me that you’ll be late every day,” You reply, sliding one final bottle of powdered crystalfly into place, then move over to sit on your front counter. He follows, settling just beside you.

“I have a lot of things that need attending to,” He shrugs, leaning over and snatching your drink without asking. You shake your head, but let him take a sip from it anyway.

His eyes flicker up to look at you over the rim of the mug. “...though, of course, you’re the most important one.”

You laugh and bat at his shoulder. He doesn’t make any effort to avoid it, eyes twinkling as you smile. “Why not come round more often if I’m so important, huh?”

“Do you think I wouldn’t if I could?” He asks with a scoff, setting down the mug and gently nudging you in the side. “We both have jobs, [Name]. We need to actually do them.”

“Oh, I know that,” You return his nudge and hop down from the counter again. Albedo sighs a little at your restlessness, but follows as you swipe the keys from your drawer and open the door again. “But it doesn’t hurt to take a day off every now and then.”

“I’ve already taken far more in the last month than is reasonable,” Albedo says with a shake of his head, stepping out into the street at your indication and waiting as you shut and lock the door. “Grandmaster Jean will get suspicious.”

“Psh,” You dismiss, waving a whimsical hand about and nearly knocking the sign off of your door. “Why is it that you’re not telling her about us, again?”

“She doesn’t exactly like you,” He says, absently linking his hand with yours as the two of you begin walking aimlessly in no direction in particular. He’s removed his gloves, you notice. “You did set up shop without permission when you first got here.”

“Ah, right…” Now that you think about it, you seem to remember her shooting you a rather nasty look when you passed her in the street last week. Why she continues to hold a grudge is lost on you - after all, you did get the necessary documentation and everything eventually… though, to be fair, the method you used wasn’t exactly legal. “...well, forget her. What do you want to do tonight?”

“Hmm,” He swings your linked hands about for a moment. “I saw a lot of dandelions growing just outside the walls earlier. Why don’t we go pick some seeds?”

“If you want to pick dandelion seeds, why not ask Sucrose?” You ask as he begins leading you in the direction of the main gate. “She’s the one with the Anemo vision.”

“Sucrose?” Albedo repeats, turning his head to look at you. His irises almost seem to glow in the darkness of the night, brighter than any of the stars above - it’d be unsettling if it wasn’t so beautiful. “Why would I want to go seed-picking with her?”

You raise an eyebrow. “...well, I’m assuming you need them for an experiment, and Anemo-blown sunflower seeds are always far more effective in that area.”

“If I needed them for an experiment, I’d just buy them from your shop,” He shakes his head. “This isn’t an ingredient hunt. This is different - it’s special.”

“Special how?” You question as the two of you walk through the gate. Albedo guides you over to a particularly thick cluster of dandelions just a few feet away, nestled in a lush copse of grass.

“Special… like you.” He cups both his hands around one of yours, the one that he’d been holding just before, and guides it over to one of the tallest plants. “Go on, show me that trick again.”

You laugh a little at his almost childish inflection, but do as he requests anyway. Albedo pulls his hands away from yours and watches as you carefully pluck off the head of the dandelion without disturbing any of its fluff-topped seeds, allowing it to rest on the tips of your fingers.

“There’s no trick to having a delicate hand,” You say as he watches your every move with the utmost concentration. “It just takes practice.”

Carefully securing the little bit of stem left at the bottom of the dandelion head between your index finger and thumb, you slowly raise your hand so that it’s suspended just above Albedo; he ducks his head a little, closing his eyes as you bring up your other hand to ever-so-gently flick the seeds from the head. The seeds drift about in the still night air for a brief moment before landing in Albedo’s blonde hair; their white colour is barely distinguishable against it.

He opens his eyes again as you pull your hands down again, lifting his head slowly so as not to disturb the little decorations you’ve added to it. “...so what did you grant me this time?”

“A good night’s sleep,” You say playfully. “As the seeds are carried away on the wind, so too will all your worldly burdens be blown away.”

He shakes his head, and several seeds are dislodged by the motion, vanishing quickly into the night. “If only it were that easy.”

“Hey, it worked last time,” You counter, sitting down in the grass. Albedo follows suit, reaching out and plucking a dandelion of his own - though with a lot less deftness than you did.

“That wasn’t the dandelions,” He says plainly, blowing lightly on the dandelion and watching the fluff disperse and disappear into the dark. “I just sleep more soundly when you’re beside me.”

You chuckle. “Sweet talker. So you’d sleep like a baby if I was around all the time, then?”

“Perhaps I would half the time,” He answers, smiling in a way that tells you that he knows exactly how sappy what he’s about to say is. “But I wouldn’t sleep nearly as well for the other half. I’d be too busy looking at you.”

Despite already knowing that it was coming, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter slightly at his proclamation. “I could say the same about. Bet you’ve broken a good few hearts with looks like that.”

“Then so be it,” He shrugs, eye-lids falling a little as he gives you a devilish little smirk. “Yours is the only one I care about.”

“When did you get so charming?” You flick him in the nose, effectively wiping off the smug look on his face. “Have you been studying love poems or something?”

“Love poems aren’t really my area,” He says, drawing back and rubbing at his nose a little reproachfully. “But Lisa and Kaeya have been giving me plenty of tips on my… 'romantic endeavours’, as they say.”

“Those two…” You shake your head. Kaeya and Lisa managed to find about your relationship with Albedo almost as soon as he’d confessed to you, though luckily they’d agreed to try not to mention it around Jean. “Have those tips been working?”

“Isn’t that a question for you to answer?” He picks another dandelion and blows it directly at you. “Is your heart being stirred?”

“Not while you’re blowing seeds into my face, it isn’t,” You shield yourself with one hand, pushing it in front of Albedo’s face to obscure his field of vision. “Quit it!”

He does drop the dandelion at your request, but, unusually, doesn’t give you a verbal response. You’re just thinking that he must be planning something when he suddenly leans forward and kisses the centre of your palm.

You immediately pull your hand back, feeling yourself heat up. Albedo leans forward, cocking his head to the side with a smile. “What about now?”

“You’re insufferable,” is your only reply.

Albedo’s smile turns into another smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “I’m yours.”

“Mine, now? How nice,” You say, still trying to act unbothered. You can tell it isn’t working, though. “Am I allowed to get a refund if you don’t work as expected?”

“Would you ever want to return me?” Albedo counters. You can’t exactly say yes - that’s both mean and untrue - so you just sigh and shake your head. He smiles, clearly pleased.

You’re about to say something else when you hear a series of uneven footsteps coming from the gate. It doesn’t sound like a Knight of Favonius on patrol - in fact, it sounds more like a drunkard.

Albedo shuffles a little closer to you as a figure stumbles out of the gates. It’s someone you vaguely recognise by their green clothes - the bard who often plays in front of the statue of Barbatos. He’s holding a bottle that’s already half-empty, and you have a feeling that he’s already had a lot more before it.

The bard looks over at you and Albedo, and while you doubt he can recognise your faces what with both the darkness and the distance, it’s obvious enough that the two of you aren’t just a pair of good buddies hanging out. He raises the bottle in your direction with a hiccup.

“Wonderful night to meet a lover!” He calls, voice ringing so loudly that you’re sure that he just woke up a few residents of the city. “May your relationship last long as the wind blows!”

He doesn’t wait for a response before beginning to stumble his way across the bridge. As he goes, he exclaims to no one in particular, “The air is crisp tonight! Such good wine - what a wonderful city!”

He quickly disappears into the darkness. You exchange looks with Albedo. “...how much do you think he drank?”

“Far too much,” He replies amusedly. “He’ll regret it come morning.”

“And it isn’t too far off now,” You say, checking your pocket watch. “Will you be heading back to headquarters tonight?”

He considers, then shakes his head. “I don’t have anything that’ll need attention tomorrow morning. So, if you’ll have me…”

He doesn’t finish, but you already know what he’s asking. “There’s always room for you to stay over - you should know that by now, shouldn’t you?”

He smiles a little bashfully at that, and nods. “I suppose so… thank you.”

“You might as well move in at this point,” You comment, shifting slightly on the spot and patting at his arm. He holds his hand out obligingly, and you thread your fingers through his. “You’ve left at least three sets of pyjamas over already.”

Albedo opens his mouth to respond, and you shake your head, placing the index finger of your free hand to his lips to shush him. “Yeah, yeah, I got it, Grandmaster Jean’ll get suspicious…”

He blows on your finger to get you to retract it. When that doesn’t work, he pretends to bite at it, which is a lot more effective. “...I will tell her eventually. Just not now.”

“While you’re on the rocks,” You say with a nod, squeezing his hand. He sighs and nods as well. “But I still don’t think she’d fire you over who you’re dating.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t want to get any more on her bad side,” He mumbles. “She’s still annoyed about that floor I melted.”

“Didn’t you tell her that I was the one who made you drop the potion?” You ask, thinking back to that particular day - when you’d learnt that Albedo is very susceptible to your flirting when he’s in the middle of an experiment.

He shakes his head with a chuckle. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate me tattling. Besides, it isn’t like she punished me.”

“Well, you’re basically untouchable at the end of the day,” You comment, lying back in the grass and pulling Albedo with you. “It’s them who need you, not the other way around.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” He says, adjusting himself so that the two of you are pressed flush against each other. “If I hadn’t started working for them, we’d never have met.”

“We would have crossed paths eventually,” You say, smiling coyly when he turns his head to face you. “Though better sooner than later, I suppose.”

“Far better sooner,” He says, returning your smile with a much softer one. “I’m glad we did.”

Another dandelion seed drifts out of his hair and lands in the grass as you look at him. You'll be keeping this one for a long time, you decide. Probably forever. You like him.

You think he likes you, too.

12/8

for breakfast i made pitas. baked them, cut tomatoes, shaved cucumbers and cut bananas (sprinkled with expired cinnamon!). after they were done i scrambled a plain egg with only ground cinnamon on it. it was tasty but i only ate half cuz my mom wanted to go dimsum shop. (tuition at 11am)

at 9 something we arrived at jiaxuan dimsum or something similar sounding. when waiting, went to 99 speedmart. loved scrutinising the processsed bread section. the mighty white bun variety is actually mesmerizing. the packaging is very attention grabbing. strawberry lychee, butter sugar, milo, chicken floss, black pepper chicken, blueberry flavours etc!!! like wtf so many flalvors!! some other brand was mas producing multiflavoured muffins. 8 for rm5.30 dude what a deal! except i guess eating it may cause serious cardiovascular diseases teehee.

ordered 2 salted egg yolk custard buns (SUPER GOOD DUDE), 2 char siew pau (EH OK BUT GOOD), 6 siew mai (TASTED LIKE MINCED MEAT), fried turnip cake (rlly GOOD!!), fried prawn, scallop and salted egg yolk beancurd thing (love the blandness of it FOR REAL!! cuz i only ate the egg yolk part. it wasnt distributed EVENLY LOL). siew mai fell into my warm water and drenched it in oil. cuz i was grabbing it with chopsticks then my dad asked where a siew mai go and i raised it to show him that i took one.. lol. total bill: RM78 ☠️. at least it was a pleasant experience.

went home and ate oreo cadbury chocolate bar and the other half of my breakfast pita. tuition. shower. went to tapao lunch. mayang oasis food court - malay mixed rice. omg!!! pickled veggies (carrot, cucumber, onion) SO TASTYYYYYY OMGGG IM GONNA CUM, steamed broccoli (SO TENDER!! LOVE LOVE LOVE) and rendang chicken drumstick (fragrANTTT!! not implying that there were many ants at that stall, just felt like making ANT capitalised). dad bought additionally 2 angku kuih and 2 fried glutinous sesame balls. delicious. for lunch also ate chili lala clams and orange. then snacked on angku kuih, pocky, cadbury chocolate and kuih bahulu. i need to control my eating habits!!!

wrote poems, drew posters, revamped dress rental poster, wrote a story…. good night. so full. ugh!

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fatorangepoo

3 years ago

"i have never loved someone"

well you're going to after you see Yap Min Hong

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fatorangepoo

1 year ago

3 signs you have self worth 🫵💆

(IN MY OPINION & WHAT WORKS FOR ME). WHY DO YOU NEED SELF WORTH? to develop CONFIDENCE, prevent yourself from being manipulated & to CONTROL YOUR MIND.

you can also share your own experiences! i would love to read about other people’s point of view :)) don’t be scared, we are all connected as beings inhabiting earth~; i love everyone !! 👯‍♀️💓

1. YOU DO NOT CARE 💅💁‍♀️

i do not care if i’m being too loud, cringe or hyperactive. as long as it causes no harm (mentally!), you do not need to care about other people’s opinions. though your actions need to be REASONABLE. DO NOT neglect your duties as a human!! i love being silly in class, it’s nice to vibe around while spreading love~!

2. YOU TREAT YOURSELF WELL 💆‍♀️💝

you do not do things that make you feel like shit. do not validate habits that drain your energy & bring you discomfort. addiction is bad, kids. so, treat yourself nicely & do things that benefit you! 🌟🪴 you are a plant, and you WILL water yourself with CLEAN water.

for me, i find comfort in eating, doom scrolling & fortune telling, but it makes me feel DRAINED. nevertheless, i still do it because i have yet to identify the CAUSE of my addiction: my NEED TO SELF SABOTAGE & NEED FOR VALIDATION. to treat yourself well, provide YOURSELF with the VALIDATION you need. nothing will be found outside yourself, what you need can always and will only be found within.

3. YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU EAT 🍽️

i dont know why, but eating healthily (veggies) give me such confidence and comfort! it is so therapeutic for me to eat veggies. you also have to identify what food makes you feel like shit. for me, it's cookies and snacks. AVOID WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE SHIT!! unless you do not mind feeling like shit. as they say, you ARE WHAT YOU EAT! reward yourself for having an awesome day with eating Healthy~ Show ya body that u Love em!!!

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1 month ago

photos for keepsake

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fatorangepoo

3 years ago

for the bi pride prompts 💜 'accidental' ft. scaramouche please!!

[Okay hi friendddd!! This did not exactly follow the prompt bc its actually harder than I thought but I hope u still like it!! This will also conclude the bi pride prompts!!]

Accidental; the character says or does something to reveal/imply their bisexuality.

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For The Bi Pride Prompts 💜 'accidental' Ft. Scaramouche Please!!

- Bothering Scaramouche was basically a hobby of yours. It's a miracle that he even stands near you considering how much you poke at him, guess you could say you were most definitely a favorite of him. No one else could say the same.

"If all you're going to do is run your mouth I suggest you leave my room." Scaramouche groans, his hands practically snapping his chopsticks in half.

Scaramouche ate by himself, apart from you usually being there. His room was large enough to hold a small round table. His meals were usually brought to his room by lower subordinates. Or sometimes he made you just to be mean.

You laid on his bed with your head nearly off the side. You would tilt your head and look at him upside down. Your hands rest on your stomach.

"But I don't want you to be lonely!" You throw your arm over your forehead dramatically. It was said as a joke, but being alone all the time had to get lonely at some point really.

"You're a pest."

"Then I must be the best pest you've ever had~" you reply in a sing-song voice. Scaramouche only sighs and continues eating. You watch him quietly for a few moments.

"So, do you like anyone?" You ask, picking at your nails. You could hear Scaramouche choke a little.

"What kind of childish question is that?" Scaramouche snaps, turning his body to look at you with his harsh glare. It never bothered you anymore.

"Just a question, jeez!" You roll onto your stomach and rest your chin in your palms. "Though I highly doubt you could get a girlfriend with that attitude."

Scaramouche clicks his tongue. "Please, the people here aren't worthy of my time."

"Oh, so I am?"

"You're pushing it," Scaramouche replies, growling through his teeth.

"Are you sure you don't want attention from the ladies? La Signora and Childe are already beating in terms of popularity."

Scaramouche scoots around a piece of meat on his plate with his chopsticks. His foot taps on the ground, signifying his oncoming thoughts.

"I give no thought to man or woman who even thinks they're worthy of me." Scaramouche eats the last bit of food on his plate then sets down his chopsticks. "My interest is in other things at the moment. Dating would just slow me down."

Somehow that response made your heart clench. Your smile droops, but your eyes rise up again as you process what he said.

"So, if there was someone worthy..." you throw in air quotes around worthy knowing of Scaramouche's big ego. "You wouldn't mind if they were a dude too, or something?"

Scaramouche quietly sits in his seat after one last sip of his tea. He looks smaller without the hat, less intimidating you could say. He crosses his arms with his back turned. It was a little uncharacteristic of him to be this quiet, especially after being questioned so thoroughly.

"Not really. Either is fine with me." Scaramouche finally rises from his seat. You couldn't see his expression clearly, but you could just see the slim piece of his pale cheek deepening to a pink. "My type is a person I can keep by my side at all times."

You stare at his back as he goes to leave. You slide off the bed, trying to follow him, but you slip too fast and end up halfway face planting the floor. You arms protected your face luckily. Scaramouche's laughter rings out. It was a sound drained from malice or vileness, only filled with innocent amusement. You could feel your face heat up.

"That's what you get for pestering me during my meal." Scaramouche wipes a tear from his eye as his laughter dies down.

You shift yourself to sit on your knees with a pout on your face. Scaramouche is ready to walk out the door which he has already opened, but just as he takes a step out, he turns back with a small smile, the edge of being a sly grin.

"Well, come on then, you'll get yourself into trouble if I don't keep you at my side."

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fatorangepoo

3 years ago

might i suggest:

albedo's love language is physical touch and he's a lot more affectionate than he seems

but he doesn't really notice that he's being affectionate

he'll tangle your fingers with his while he writes with the opposite hand

press feather light kisses to your temple or cheeks

but it's completely unintentional, like he's not doing it with the intent of being a sweetheart, he just ... does it

he'll bring your hand to his lips and kiss your fingers almost absentmindedly, and wonder why you're so fidgety and embarrassed

he's totally kissed every part of your hand at some point

palms, finger tips, wrist, knuckles.. just because he can

when you ask why he does this, he'll be genuinely confused

"do you not like it?"

of course you like it, what the fuck .

albedo's behavior suggests that he’s been waiting to do this with someone -- with you -- for a while

you were the piece he was missing, which is why he behaves as though nothing he does is strange or new

yes, he actively seeks out your hand while he's working

you don't stop him from working either, he just really, really, really likes having you around. maybe he won't say it, but you don't ever question it when he brings your hand to his lips again

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fatorangepoo

3 years ago

9TH MARCH DIARY + BOOK REVIEW

DIARY

today me and my family are planning to go to taiping, perak!! our hometown! my mom, dad and i's birth place!! he planned to depart early in the morning but i only woke up at 10am.

after i brushed my teeth, chicken flavoured instant noodles with Australian cabbage were graced with my presence.

i still ate so many things after eating the noodles. (like.. half a steamed pork bun.. cucumber, boiled egg...)

my dad took so darn long to search what a store he wanted to visit halfway through the highway was named after. (SPOILER: we didn't get to buy the biscuits he spent 30 mins searching for prior to our trip)

i was bored out of my mind for the first two hours, sleeping (awakely) for like half an hour then waking up to pee. the petrol station was such a good experience!! the squatting toilet is so convenient for people lazy to wipe the toilet seat.

after an hour we arrived in the city of ipoh! it's really close to taiping but we just couldn't stand it anymore the chicken rice shop there was so famous.

walking past many shoplots we saw a fluffy white cat spotted with gray! i swear i heard it meowing but when i meowed it didn't meow back that cibai!

my dad ordered 3 bowls of butter rice, tauge, white chicken and braised chicken feet! IT WAS SO GOOD LWT ME TELL YOU!!! but the portions were very small. thank god they were because i would've felt more carsick later if it wasn't...

so my dad was researching a biscuit shop in ipoh for half an hour because he forgot the name and directions. when we queued in front of the shop. the person in front of us got the biscuits but we didn't!! "sold out," they said.. "we only made half today," they said...

after exiting ipoh we were on the road for 1.5 hours i think. i felt like it was 1.5hrs. i read my book about animals there. IT WAS SO UNCOMFORTABLE!!!! i felt like the food hasn't completely digested yet. i would feel uncomfortable already if i wasn't in a car but now im also reading a book?! im def asking for it imo. but i cant stop reading the book bc this road trip is so darn boring!!! this goddamn radio station plays the same songs every 2 hours.

when we arrived at my maternal grandmother's house my mom played snake chess with mg younger cousins while me and my dad watched dramas hahaha. im on ep 28 of falling into your smile!!! i can't live without it.

i also ate two fried fishballs from the dining room! hehehe.. nothing really happened in her house. after we left we tried to find food. we went to a hawker stall. when my dad was buying siam laksa, pepper pork belly soup, satay and kuih kak, i was playing my mp3 songs to my mom. she laughed when i tried to sing etoile et toi from kizumonogatari!

i can't. the food was horrible. even i who has a lotta pity for chefs who botched their food i can't forgive this. not when my soup tastes like plain water with pepper in it! it was rm9.90. THE ONE IN KEPONG was so much nicer and 90 cents cheaper. this is supposed to be a small town! even the cheaper one in the city is better?! but that one in kepong is my favourite store ever so i can't judge. the satay was average. it smelled so good but its texture is like chicken breast which im not a fan of.

i forgot to wash my hair today🥺

when i returned to my paternal grandparents' house (where we were staying at), i bathed and played with my phone until i felt guilty and started reading my book which ill be writing a review of later.

A/N: i was also talking to flies and chasing them out of the room but they weren't getting out. and when i was opening the door another fly came in. fucking cibai!!!!

BOOK REVIEW

Big Game by Stuart Gibbs

OKAY. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ FIVE STARS! FULL!

i expected this book to be fcking trash because. i thought people on goodreads were high when reading this book. but no!!! they are perfectly sober.

i think im the target audience here. young teenagers. and mr gibbs served! the cover is really nicely drawn and the hardcover rocks! i got it super half priced at book xcess i love that store. the paper skin of the cover and the hardcover expensive notebook-esque format got me down on my knees!

OK SO. the main character. Teddy. super cute and likable. knows a darn lot about animals. i searched some of the animals he mentioned online and they are. SO CUTE! he's super smart too. reading about 7th grade life just gives me memories! i graduated primary school in covid so it was a comfort to me knowing how normal peoples 7th grade went i guess.

the story is an exciting slow burn. you get to like everyone in the cast and follow teddy and his friends as they try to expand the list of suspects. even though reading about kids trying to solve a mystery isn't that fun, i somehow didn't drop the book. it was like real life in a way. it isn't exciting like tv shows but it portrays real life. you feel like you're actually teddy and things that happen to him might happen to you too.

it's so fun to see them chasing potential killers around and getting wrongly accused. it's so uncertain you might never steadily make a guess on who is the killer. 50 pages later ___ is the main suspect. 20 pages later xxx is likely...? you never hold on to a suspect for more than 60 pages until it makes you doubt yourself and you don't pick suspect to suspect at all.

AND THE PLOT TWIST!!!! yes i said jt i dont need to elaborate don't i. it just means there is an unprecedented plot twist.

the ending was really unexpected and i really enjoyed it. i was bored out of my mind before i read the ending so it was really worth it. (and my time)

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8 months ago

Wriothesley Teaches You How to Fight Like A Pro

"First things first... fix that attitude of yours," Wriothesley grumbled, clad in his long-sleeved dress shirt, fitted pants and mechanical gauntlets. Slicking his hair back with both hands over his head, he groaned, "You don't even want to do this properly. Are you just here for me or what?"

Upon hearing that, your jokester ass laughed out loud and you clutched your clenched stomach bending over in joy. Wiping a tear from your eye, you muse, "Well what if I was?" and continued giggling with your feet circling in arcs like a dying roach.

Let's just say some people have a different sense of humour. You weren't even surprised when you lightly peeked with one eye at Wriothesley to find him glaring daggers at you with those striking eyes of his, because he has never appreciated your skibidi toilet jokes.

Even you knew his limits, and you didn't know him well. Just well enough to share drinks and inside jokes. For you, well was quality time and bouts of intimate touches. So no, you didn't know him well. You got up and sprung back into action, picking up some Gintama move you saw Chinese grandmothers do in Tai Chi. Hands in karate chop motion, you tornadoed to his direction and landed a foot directly in front of him, hand positioned directly before his nose.

Wriothesley scrunched up his nose and forced out a reluctant "Better, I guess," and lowered his head. Addled and confused, you tilted your neck to your side in a classic WHAT?! pose, then you heard a chuckle from somewhere around the room. Looking around, you said, "Well, I never knew you invited some others to our practises."

When he didn't respond, you turned back to him kneeling on the floor, gorgeous di-coloured hair sprawling out from his scalp. You squat with your legs open like a frog or sneaky spider in front of him, leggings stretching against your calf. Looking down at him, you saw a glimpse of his canine tooth revealed by a devilish grin. He looked up at you and laughed at your face, eyes closed all the way through in a joyful daze.

Sobering up, he projected with a husky voice, "So funny, are we?" and you could swear his Arctic glacier eyes thundered periodically, letting you in a world of dark, deep sea typhoons. "Let's see what happens when you face real danger. You think they would loosen their grip because you said something that started with ski, ended with di and rhymed with clinically? I'd like you see you £#¢¥ing try," he threatened gloomily, advancing onto you with a fat forearm.

You hastily avoided his arm by holding it back with both hands, but you never really won over the gymbros in arm wrestling, so you got overpowered instead. He locked his arm under your neck, lifting you up so your toes were dreaming of touching land, which never happened considering you were taller than the average population. His shirt sleeve was so distracting because it smelled like your cousin's detergent and made you wish you had money to afford laundry that was more than just rinsing fabric with water.

You felt like Loki being held by his neck by Thor, albeit being the superior brother in the situation. In every situation, actually. Loki just suited you better. Pranksters have your whole heart.

You snuck your hands under his arm and pushed outward with all your might, and he was still unyielding. Bruh, at this point you just gotta turn around and start pushing his chest away from you. That'd be more effective, right? Whose chest can withstand brute force? Well, not yours, to be frank. You can't even wrestle your cousin.

"LET ME... THE £@#& GO!" you yelled with your back against his locked hands in a smooth manoeuvre, and tried to push at his chest. Ew, this feels like molestation. Who cared about molestation when your life was being threatened by a raider!!! You don't care anymore, you went from poking his chest playfully to shoving the hell out of his dress shirt, and he stumbled, hands losing their grip.

Like a proud hen, you stood arms akimbo, head inclined as you stared Wrio down. Oh my effing god. He surged and started CHARGING at you!!! He threw himself on you like on those WWE Superslams and you flew with your back sliding on the floor. His arms were around you, then you realised they weren't around you as much as they were wrapped around an actual dagger. Oh archons!

If you were wrong in the head, you would think this was fun and mentally stimulating. It was a bit exhilarating, but you were fearing for your life here. Mr Puppy here looks like he would actually kill you here and now for saying skibidi toilet during a company dinner 3 weeks ago. Deeply stashed anger, am I right? Poor pup doesn't have an outlet to release stress, so he keeps it all pent up and explodes on you for a tiny joke consisting of toilet...

His knee kneeling in the space between your thighs, he seemed chivalrous and angelic and deadly. The light shining on him from his table lamp just further intensified the dark side of his face, unilluminated by anything. That pretty much sums up your first impression of him. Dark, sepulchral and a pain to be with. Now, you're wrong. This is fun.

"Alright, yes yes, I'm afraid I'm deeply invested now, Your Grace. Continue," you chirped happily from your position under the Duke's glinting knife. If you stole a jewel from the hilt now, would he realise? You were quite good at this gemstone side hustle of yours.

"Second of all, do not let yourself be vulnerable," he gritted his teeth and you wanted to caress his neck just right above your collarbone. "Well, I don't. I never open up to people! I consider it one of my great strengths-" you got cut off by his bejeweled dagger pinning itself on the fabric of your tank top like a dart pinned to a dartboard.

"Not what I meant," he offered, "but thanks for the invitation." Then he lifted a hand and punched you on your good side. Alas, no more side profile selfies!

You grabbed the gloved hand that was about to go for a second round of punching you with one determined fist of yours, unyielding in your grip. You observe Wriothesley's amusement, his face on top of you taunting. God, his lifted lips are so distracting in their angles, sharp at all the right places. Dangerous men should not have smiles more perilous than their charm.

Despite that, you shook him with your hand guiding him in the direction you wanted to go - in this situation you wanted him the floor where you previously were. Locking your elbow around his dangerous arm, you channeled enough strength to pull him down on the floor beside you. After the satisfying thud of your bully/mentor's back hitting the floor (his tough back muscles are probably fine), you swiftly roll yourself on top of him, legs clamped around both of his. Tank top strap slowly sliding down your shoulder, you dislodge the dagger on the floor and rest your elbows on the sides of his face. Curling his hair on the dagger's pointy edge, you look down, half-lidded, on his tired blue eyes and sadistically remarked, "Any tips for ending someone with a dagger?"

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