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by spacedoutbumblebee

Dedicated to hayleyssired

by spacedoutbumblebee

Hey, everyone!
What you've stumbled across is a Shin Tsukimi x Reader fan-fiction! After reading a few myself, I realized there weren't that many, aside from one-shots. So, at somewhere around 3:30 am(crackhead hours, of course) I got the brilliant idea to make a fan-fiction. Of course, I'll be revisiting this to make edits to sloppy grammar, but I'm pretty proud of this and the plot I have laid out for this. Another thing you should also know is that the first section(up until the end of the fanfic) is with a female reader. However, I'll be editing the chapters and adding them in afterwards to accustom them to all of you male readers!

Be warned, there's quite a bit of angst in this fanfic, so just look for the Trigger Warning in the chapter, signaled by [!!!] and skip ahead!

Anywho, without further ado, the basics!
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What you should know:

[Y/N]=Your Name
[N/N]=Nickname
[F/N]=Friend Name
[S/T]=Skin Tone
[E/C]=Eye Color
[F/C]=Favorite Color
[H/C]=Hair Color
[L/F/F]=Least Favorite Food
[F/S]=Favorite Shirt
[F/B]=Favorite Bottoms
[F/Sh]=Favorite Shoes
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How to fill in:

An example:

"[Y/N]. [Y/N]... [N/N]..!" A familiar voice called from downstairs. I knew the host of that voice all too well as my often-forgetful friend, [F/N]. As I rolled over onto my side and checked my clock, I jumped up with sheer horror as the glowing red digits read, "7:28".
I overslept, and the bus gets here and 7:32! With more speed and agility that I could ever perform during Gym Class, I hopped out of bed—almost falling on my face—and scurried over to my closet, quickly throwing on a [F/S], [F/B], some white crew socks, and my [F/SH]. After getting dressed and untangling my messy [H/C] locks, I styled it conveniently and to keep them framed around my soft, [S/T] cheeks.
Despite my lack of time, I stared myself down in the mirror for a quick, 35 second pep talk to get me through the day, not breaking gaze with my [E/C] orbs once in order to keep my aura fresh. Then, without a minute to lose, I quickly snatched my [F/C] backpack and bolted down the stairs to greet [F/N], who greeted me with, to my dismay, a small box of [L/F/F].

"Oh! [L/F/F]...thanks, [F/N]!" I murmured half-heartedly, not wanting to break [his/her] feelings.

"Come on, [N/N]! We gotta go! Today's the Senior Trip, and if we're late, we'll be stuck in Mrs. Morgan's class for the whole day!" [F/N] urged, quite literally dragging me out the door and onto the street.

Using my YTTD Persona, Pixie, and speaking as if I were the reader, I would fill that out like this:

"Pixie. Pixieeee... PIXIE*..!" A familiar voice called from downstairs. I knew the host of that voice all too well as my often-forgetful friend, Spencer. As I rolled over onto my side and checked my clock, I jumped up with sheer horror as the glowing red digits read, "7:23".
I overslept, and the bus gets here and 7:32! With more speed and agility that I could ever perform during Gym Class, I hopped out of bed—almost falling on my face—and scurried over to my closet, quickly throwing on a black cami and yellow cardigan, light blue shorts, some white crew socks, and my white sneakers. After getting dressed and untangling my messy, raven-black locks, I styled it conveniently to keep them framed around my soft, caramel cheeks.
Despite my lack of time, I stared myself down in the mirror for a quick, 35 second pep talk to get me through the day, not breaking gaze with my golden orbs once in order to keep my aura fresh. Then, without a minute to lose, I quickly snatched my yellow backpack and bolted down the stairs to greet Spencer, who greeted me with, to my dismay, a small box of chocolate covered raisins.

"Oh! Chocolate covered raisins...thanks, Spencer!" I murmured half-heartedly, not wanting to break her feelings.

"Come on, Pixie! We gotta go! Today's the Senior Trip, and if we're late, we'll be stuck in Mrs. Morgan's class for the whole day!" Spencer urged, quite literally dragging me out the door and onto the street, "It's 7:28!"

And with that, we dashed down the road in a race against time to catch our bus; not thinking in the slightest that this would be the last time we would ever see each other again. I remember it vividly, as if a few years were only a few days.
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*Note: Pixie doesn't have a nickname at the moment, so I proceeded to use her actual name. You can do that too!
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See? It's not that hard! That's all you gotta do throughout the story (And yes, this is part of the prologue.)

I look forward to you all reading my fan-fiction! I hope you all love the plot as much as I do, because I am HELLA fired up about it! I'll update as fast as I can, because I'm hella giddy about this.
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See y'all in the next note!

-March 19th, Spacer