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Dazai's playful grin falters as you chastise him once more, the words punctuated with his name. His last name, once again.

"Why don't you ever call me by my first name?"

Your playful attitude freezes at his question, your fake pout dropping as you turn slack jawed. "W-what?" A stutter passes through your lips as you just continue to stare.

"We've been dating for a few months now, and you never call me by my name." He plays off his words as a joke, something to fluster you, but with the way his fingers slightly pinch and pull at the edges of his bandages, you can tell he's being vulnerable.

An embarrassed blush decorates your face as you just continue to stare at him.

"I'd like it if you'd call me by my name, love." His flirting isn't helpful. From vulnerable fidgets to a cocky grin, Dazai (for once) inaccurately pegs your blush as a flustered reaction, likely feeling shy at the notion he'd now mentioned.

Inaccurate, because it wasn't a matter of not feeling ready, or close enough, but rather because-

"...What's your first name..?"

-you'd forgotten.

Dazai's eyes widen in a rare expression of genuine shock, his movements pausing at your timid question. The embarrassed blush decorating your face that had briefly fooled Dazai only began to grow.

You bury your face in the palms of your hands and let out a groan as Dazai begins laughing: a genuine, gut laugh that you rarely got to hear.

"It's Osamu," he says politely, not wanting to make you any more embarrassed. As you look up from the palms of your hands, you notice Osamu's soft expression and let out a sigh of relief.

You grin. "Nice to meet you, Osamu."

WAIT SINCE WHEN DID I HAVE 76 FOLLOWERS??? WHAT???

WHERE DID YOU PEOPLE COME FROM???

Guess who just got yelled at because they wouldn’t go out at 11pm to get flowers out of their dad’s van……….

no fucking way I was right

HELLO??? CHECKPOINT RED ACTUALLY IS NATASHA???

Opening a random page in books and reading the first paragraph cause I'm bored part 2

For Marco, the moment of the explosion lasts much longer. The heat and the light stretch endlessly as he clings to Celia through the pain. And then she is gone. Nothing remains. No fire. No rain. No ground beneath his feet. His sight begins to shift continuously from shadow to light, darkness replaced by expansive white only to be consumed by darkness again. Never settling.

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The Night Circus

getting excited over your own story is so fun. like yes i am excited about something i made up! no it’s not real, silly, it’s the fake people who live in my head! teehee! i am normal and can be trusted! i love being a writer hhhhh

have some old man with a huge wealth of multiversal knowledge and a dog doodles