#the gears are turning rn … so thank u for sending this !

[tetzoro]

missing roomie mattsun need to see more of him :,(

nonnie :((((( honestly same. i have 2 drafts for him and one is almost done, i just need to give him the attention he deserves !! i will def try to finish it for you <333 it’s been such a long time since the last update but i have not forgotten about him dw !!!

[baeshijima]

so... i finished the 2.7 quest...

hahaha....

spoilers utc

also this is. a long post. an incredibly long one. haha.

overall ? i loved this quest. might be one of my favourites simply because of the emotions that can be felt when playing this and honestly? this is one of the reasons why i love this game so much. the writing and story are just so heartfelt and really strike a chord

i was genuinely having a meltdown over so many parts bc man... my emotions got played with so bad... when i get u hsr devs.... hsr devs when i get u.....

more of my thoughts will be expanded in the segments but sunday and robin and tingyun/fugue .... hugging them giving them lots of kisses and head pats and warmth bc they need it and so do i ;w;

okay anyway so first part is gonna be abt sundays story of the quest bc ourgh... what if it killed me.... and this will be going in order of events minus tingyun/fugues storyline (to the best of my ability at least) bc she has her own segment after sunday !!

anywho to start off :

one) he looks stunning here with even half his face not shown, and two) wDYM BY WEARY PASSERBY??? STOP TORMENTINGT HIM LET HIM BE HAPPY ANS FREE ANBFDK

OHHH MY LORD.... him using the telepathy.... ohhhh.... AND HE LOOKED GOOD DOING IT !!

INSANITY

wonweek: renowned workaholic, mr workday. he works for me. you don't know him?

MR WORKDAY WORKING FOR WONWEEK HELLO

sobbing at this interaction tho bc

😭😭😭 and the way sunday just moves on afterwards LIKE ???

the imagery...

sunday: sometime before i turned six. like most boys would, i tried to fly with my ear feathers, only to fall into a pit. i almost broke my halo.

HELLO THIS WAS SO???? A BOYFAILURE (REAL) 😭

imagine baby sunday trying to fly with his ear feathers ;w;;

but omg... hello the brainwashing into making others mistake his appearance isnt actually him.... honestly tho knowing that its welt he probably will know/realise its sunday

I KNEW IT OUR WELT WOULDNT BE SO EASILY FOOLED !!! but also face card... both of them.....

welt: ...i left my home in a hurry, too... i know how it feels.

throwing up...

ALSO THAT SCENE WITH ALL THE TINGYUNS AND WELT SAYING THE AE WERE TASKED WITH SENDING ONE PASSENGER BACK HOME OHH IM GOING TO BE SICK.... not her multiplying into multiple tingyuns due to sneezing non-stop all bc a pepeshi roped her, us, and march into a try nto to laugh challenge through eating a sweet 😭

wonweek: pleased to meet you, fair lady. and you, of course... you're the heavyweight who pummeled this control freak?

wonweek... pls... im gonna throw up at this joke abt the express ramming into boss sunday.... and his nickname for sunday being sunny...

crying. BUT ALSO SUNDAY CALLING TINGYUN "my lady" LIKE HELLOOOOOO ROYALTY AU IN MY BRAIN GOING HARD RN AND TURNING GEARS OOHHHH the duke sunday series... gonna be well fed with this content oml

FUCK OFF

welt: how did you know she would be here? sunday: i didn't. i had a hunch and decided to try my luck. it seems i can be lucky sometimes. welt: it's not like you to leave things to luck. sunday: i'm trying to change, too. welt: you don't need to be a bystander in this scenario. go on ahead. sunday: you're not worried i'll take the opportunity to escape? welt: i believe you're the kind of person that has the ability and desire to use everything to your advantage... but that "everything" does not include miss robin. sunday: ...thank you.

FUCK YOU

welt: you... don't intend to reveal your true identity to her? sunday: both parties don't have to be aware that this is a farewell. // ...i shouldn't put her at risk for my selfishness.

FUCK THIS

FUCK IT ALL OH MY GOD

his soft expression knowing that this is him taking the first step and saying goodbye... and robin not knowing its him... but she probably does know this random ass dreamweaver is her beloved older brother bc halovian telepathy, sibling connection, and also the fact that the writers dont want anyone to be happy bc clearly having her actually know it was him but sunday not knowing that robin knows is the best fucking idea ever hahahaha

robin: you're very philosophical, miss wonweek. you remind me of someone i know.

SHE FUCKING KNBOWS OJH MYG ODJA

robin.... her saying all the things she couldnt say before to sunday but can say now bc he thinks she doesnt know its him and wont necessarily run away from it unless he wants to make her suspicious abt his identity (that she already saw through) and hopes that at least these words can get through to him purely bc of the fact this is possibly the only time she can speak her true thoughts ;w;;;

AND HER EXPRESSION HERE WHEN SHE SAID THIS LINE???? AND ONLY THE LOWER HALF OF SUNDAYS FACE BEING SHOWN ??????

the eyes are the window to the soul.... haha.... ha..... a..............

im literally ugly sobbing rn. like. i was already crying when she recognised it was him this whole dialogue segment is making me unable to eat my pasta im crying that much im going to throw up and pass out oh my fucking god

sunday: the second jigsaw piece. is this a pair of wings, or a decoration made of feathers? robin: maybe it's somewhere in between the two. it's a pair of broken wings. sunday: ...we should keep looking. robin: it's okay. let's use this one.

what iof i have an aneurysm

ALSO FUCK THIS GAME WITH THE CHARMONY DOVE PUZZLE PIECE AND THEN PLAYING THE INSTRUMENTAL OF IF I CAN STOP ONE HEART FROM BREAKING AS SOON AS WE COMPLETE THE PUZZLE LIKE THIS ISNT EVEN PASTA IM EATING ANYMORE ITS MY SALTY TEARS WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GAME DOING

sunday: soon, i shall travel to those unfamiliar stars, none of which i recognise. but as long as you continue to gaze upon them from here— then those unfamiliar stars will one day become the place of our reunion.

actually about to throw up my pasta like... WDYM HE JUST LEFT HER WHILE SHE WAS DISTRACTED BY LETTING THE CHARMONY DOVE GO FREE AND THEN HER SAD EXPRESSION WHEN SHE REALISED HE LEFT AND THEN SAID ALL THIS OH MY FUCJLSDFHASF

and then just.

this entire scene with welt ... sobbing he is so so father... went from enemies to "ur my son now." AND SHARING HIS NAMES MEANING AND EXPERIENCES TOO HELLO???? also wonweek....

FACE CARD SO LETHAL I CRODE

but him severing his halo from him after the ordeal... to prevent the family from tracking him down and to feel pain to stay awake and to enter the dreamscape as an ordinary person.... hello hi i am going to perish yet again what.

welt: is that how mr wonweek came into this world? wonweek: hmph, no, you wouldn't believe the real story even if he told you. sunday: he was born from an accident, one you're actually quite familiar with... it was that try-not-to-laugh challenge. quite embarrassing, to be honest. i was roaming around as an ordinary person when i unfortunately fell into that pepeshi's trap. the prank that fragmented miss tingyun also divided my fragile self into two.

hello this was a ride and a half bc ur telling me wonweek is a FRAGMENT/THE OTHER HALF of sunday????? AND ALL BC OF THAT PRANK HELLO THATS SO 😭 hes just a boy... he has his silly moments.......

but also welt saying "regardless of the outcome, you will have a witness. i will be waiting for you in the audience." to sunday before he has the final confrontation and farewell with wonweek means a lot to him knowing there is someone waiting for him, esp after his inner doubts and that passing comment where he admits he thinks it could be he who perishes as opposed to wonweek, despite knowing the conclusion being he comes out on top.

AND WONWEEKS SHOCKED FACE OHFSDJK

but honestly the entirety of sundays speech to wonweek in this scene was so....

admitting that the loss of control after leaving penacony made him scared along with his fear of the unknown, and wonweek retaliating by saying no one can control anything, and then sunday admitting to wonweek how his presence made him realise not all surprises are bad and that hes grateful he can say "i truly dislike you" to him in person because despite all the qualities wonweek possesses that sunday envies (having the ability to joke around, freely express his thoughts, openly share his dislike for a person or his fondness for them; such as expressing his love for all of /her/ (robins) songs), he doesnt wish to become like wonweek for his dislike of frivolous people.

even despite not having the qualities he wishes to have, sunday refuses to stray from his principles and make a change in his own way.

ourgh... my heart.... i love him so much im crying just typing this out.

wonweek: this isn't like you at all. did you lose your mind after being run over by the express, or were you possessed by that ipc gambler?

WONWEEK UR SO 😭😭 ANOTHER RAMMED BY EXPRESS JOKE I CANT

sunday: whether it's us merging or one of us disappearing, i'll leave the tuning to fate, and see if i can embrace all that i detest. only then will i truly be able to walk among the living in their world.

he says. as he stares at the portrait of of his former self.

LIKE

LOOK AT IT

even faceless he is so handsome....... but all the hands...

wonweek: but what if you can't do it? sunday: well, that's out of my hands. it will just prove that i'm still the same person... the person who always disappoints his sister...

ourgh... yamero... yamero kudesai..... U WERE NEVER A DISAPPOINTMENT TO ROBIN SHE JUST WISHED U WOULD LET HER INTO UR WORLD A BIT MORE AND CONFIDE IN HER AND LET HER SHARE UR BURDENS AND NOT SHOULDER EVERYTHING URSELF AND RUN URSELF INTO RUIN ON UR OWN WHEN SHE IS THERE AND CARES AND IS WILLING TO CARRY THAT BURDEN FOR U IF THAT IS WHAT IT TAKES AND IUSDIOGHSD

i hate them. i really do.

wonweek: i don't have much to say. but as it's time to part ways, here's one last piece of advice. when telling jokes, be sincere. don't sweat the details, and above all, don't explain them every time. ah, nevermind. maybe it's better for you not to joke at all. sunday: no objections from me.

and here i thought wonweek was gonna give some soulcrushing words only for it to be abt sundays dry humour. or lack thereof.

wonweek: this is so annoying. how did i become so dull? // ... // well, despite everything, try not to be too hard on yourself. there will always be people who are sad. sunday: mm.

nvm a tear leaked out at this.

THAT CUTSCENE OH MY DAYS HELLO ??? and this composition... it goes so hard.... like what..... also the fact robin is the first one to lead in my party haha :D

sobbing

wonweeks smile after reaching out to sudnay one last time before disappearing... and then sunday saying "on this eigth day, i grant myself departure" WITH HIS HALO COMING BACK LIKE WHAT THAF

welt: well, how should i address you now? mr sunday, or mr wonweek? sunday: whichever you prefer. he's probably mocking me from inside right now.

SOBBING HELLO

welt: this shared journey is my way of repaying you. after all— you are one of my trailblazing goals.

SOBBING AGAIN HELLO

sunday: while i lack the will to trailblaze, nor can i become a true nameless... i admire your convictions. perhaps, what i need, more than asceticism, is knowledge. therefore, after leaving penacony, would you consider letting me... come aboard the express and travel with you for now?

SOBBING AGAIN AGAIN HELLO IM GONNA CRY HES GONNA BE IN THE PARLOUR CAR HES GONNE BE IN ALL THE UNFORSEEABLE PATCHES HES GONNA GO TO PLANETS WITH US HES GONNA LEARN MORE ABOUT HUMANITY AND WHAT IT MEANS TO BE FREE AND HAPPY WITH US HES GONNA GROW TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON FOR HIMSELF AND BE A PERSON HIS SISTER CAN BE PROUD OF (even tho shes plenty proud of him no matter what but he is a blind man so) AND !!

THROWS UP LOOK AT HIM

sunday: i learn the most valuable lessons from my past opponents. please say whatever's on your mind.

i love you. lets get married and live happily ever after.

but oh my god i cant believe it... he is finally a part of the ae.... ohg my god im going to explode

haha... anywho now that im done crying over sunday and robin im now going to cry over fugue bc ????

order of events minus sunday storyline (again, to the best of my ability) :

OH MY GOD TINGYUN/FUGUE ....

sobs this cutscene where all the tingyuns merged together.. .

BUT ALSO WHEN WONWEEK SAID HE NEARLY DIED AND THEN PROCEEDED TO PASS OUT AFTER TRYING TO TUNE THE TINGYUN FRAGMENTS???

maybe it had smth to do with phantylias remnants?? since it was all red and stuff and shes an emanator iirc while he is a part of sunday... or maybe its bc the destruction is within her body after phantylia attacked her and the other merchants before taking her body....

this cg... and honestly this whole scene was heartbreaking bc imagine waking up and discovering ur on the cusp of life and death after getting ambushed and attacked by a lord ravager, everyone else but u died, u have a lack of mobility bc otherwise u would be in unimaginable pain from remnants of destruction stuck with u for the rest of ur life, and u have to adapt to using a new/modified appendage (her tail) like???? god...

ruan mei: with this, the debt between the traveling merchant and me is clear.

BUT HELLO LUOCHA MENTION??? does this confirm that what he was carrying in the coffin was actually tingyuns body? and he brought her to ruan mei in a chance to save her??

omg... what if i cried...

tingyun ... holds u gently...

AND SHUT UP

yukong: i've imagined this moment many times. i was worried i might embarrass myself in front of you. i even rehearsed every word beforehand. but now it seems it was unnecessary. tingyun, i'm here to take you home.

MOTHER YUKONG CAME TO PICK HER UP IM GONNA😭😭

tingyun: madam yukong, i wasn't expecting it to be you. what a wonderful surprise! yukong: i wanted to come because... after all, it's you who's coming home. tingyun: yeah, me, of all people...

so. um. this made my heart break more than it should have. tingyun implying that it shouldnt have been her... im gonna end it all... AND TO YUKONG TOO I DONT EVEN WANT TO IMAGINE HOW SHES FEELING ESP AFTER EVERYTHING THATS HAPPENED ON THE LUOFU + HER BEING THE MOST DESPERATE AND DETERMINED WHEN SEARCHING FOR TINGYUN 🫠 and then to be told by tingyun that she doesnt really want to go back to the luofu...

yukong: if you wish to go home... i'll support you, no matter what the others say. tingyun: then i'm glad. i shall save you the trouble of hearing what those people may say.

dying. dies. die. dead.

STOP IT.

ITS THE KIDDIE TINGYUN FRAGMENT OH MY FUCKHFL

tingyun: this flight was a turning point in my life. // even to this day, this thrill still courses through me. yukong: that hasn't changed? tingyun: never.

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK

dhmu... crying in the clerb.... ourgh... and when yukong told tingyun she is just an innocent survivor of war, only for tingyun to say the same for yukong..... and yukong saying she does also wish to make THEM pay but are merely pawns in the game.... head in hands why cant everyone be happy... (i giggled when tingyun said she would make THEM sneeze a few times, when talking abt her being an unplanned player in the game due to her survival kdjf)

also seeing screwllum with himeko was a jumpscare i wholeheartedly welcome HELLO HI SIR HEHEE his voice in cn... sighs.... also when himeko said "they're probably... having a lot of fun already..." like haha... if only u knew we were facing a crisis with lots of tingyuns miss himeko... AND RATIO WAS THERE TOO TALKING WITH SCRELLUM WHEN U GO TO VISIT HIMEKO WITH TINGYUN OMG HI BELOVED HEHEHHEHEHEH

AND THEN THE ENDING CUTSCENE ????? HERTA SPACE STATION ?????????? WE SEE ASTA AGAIN ???????? HERTAS DOLLS FUCKING DEAD IN HER OFFICE ?????????????????

THE MADAM HERTA ??????????? AND HER TALKING TO NOUS OH MY FUCK IM NOT READY FOR THE NEXT UPDATES WITH AMPHOREUS WHAT AN END TO THE QUEST AND WHAT AN END TO PENACONY

[kitasuno]

ur new layout just blessed my tl and made my morning so i had to drop in and say it

hi i LOVE YOU omfg THANK U SM??!!!?!! i’m ngl i went into my spotify last night and then the gears started turning.. heh…

THANK U ur blog is ssssoooo gorgeous i love ur layout sm i am going to send u a 9000000 karat ring by carrier pigeon RN..

TY FOR STOPPING BYYYYYY<33333

[whorefordazai]

hi hi its me!! im just feeling really bad and holding my tears rn. can i get anything with aku/chuu/dazai, whoever u deem more fit! they are my comfort bbys. running away from home, even if its just for a night,maybe going to some rooftop or a drive at night. my situation at home isnt the best and i feel rly caged and anxious bc i don't have friends to go out with when my situation gets overwhelming so i just break down in my room haha. anyways, i hope this is good enough? just some comfort or validating words!! sending hugs to u rai, ilysm. thank u for doing this its basically therapy for me ajsbdhd ❤️🌷

I hope things get better for you bestie, love you <33

“Till forever falls apart”

ft. dazai x gn! reader

genre: fluff, comfort

wc: 1.5k (I think🥲)

synopsis: running away from home with dazai yup yup !! simply a big fat cliche but it’s my guilty pleasure of fluff 🌝 includes a lot of kisses, hand holding, and comfort 🧍‍♂️

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick the fucking tock.

The clock made no noise, but you imagined it did. After all, that was what usually happened when one planned to sneak out during ungodly hours of the night. Looking at the time, it read 3:54 am.

You couldn’t stay here for one more second.

Swiftly, yet quietly lifting off the covers from your body, you got up from bed, and made your way to the window. It wasn’t sunrise yet. The sky was still dark, the streets peacefully quiet. The street lamp flickered, the airy fog was light against the ground.

It was perfect.

It wasn’t perfectly planned—but knowing Dazai, it wouldn’t go completely wrong. Feeling suffocated and unable to stay home, you had spontaneously called him two hours prior, around 2 am. His disoriented sleepy voice had picked up the call.

“...Hm? Babe? What time is it...” Dazai’s delicate husky voice spoke through the phone.

You could almost imagine him letting out a yawn and stretching out in his futon, brown curls resting against his face, his eyes tearing up from the yawn. You mentally cursed yourself when a smile appeared on your lips from hearing the mere sound of his voice.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, it’s 2 am. Listen I...” your words stopped before you could continue. You gulped. Would he even be up for this? Would he be up for running away?

Dazai seemed to notice your voice falter. He spoke more hushed this time. “Are you okay? Are you safe? Do you need me to get you?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds before exhaling.

“No...well, yes but no. And...no you don’t need to come get me. I just wanted to hear your voice, Osamu. Thanks—you can go back to sleep now.”

You bit your lip, your finger hovered over the hang up button.

“ADADADA WAIT!—“

You raised an eyebrow. Dazai’s voice now spoke louder, as if his tone was full of mischief. “Huh?”

“Darling, I wasn’t sleeping anyway. In what universe would Dazai Osamu be sleeping at 2 am? C’mon sweetheart—you know me better than that.” He chuckled.

Your breathe hitched for a second—and then you laughed. It was a quiet airy laugh. He’s right...what was I so worried about?

“Okay then,” you giggled, voice laced with a plan.

“What do say about running away with me at 4 am?”

“Why that is...MARVELOUS!! Running away is what I do best!”

You laughed again, still managing to keep a hushed voice. “Alright—then come pick me up at 4 am will you? 4 am sharp.”

“You got it, babe.” You could almost picture his devilish smirk and golden brown eyes glinting with mischief.

The clock now read 4:01 am. Dazai was definitely here.

You gulped as you opened the window in your room, careful not to make even the tiniest noise.

And there he was.

It was barely noticeable, but you could see Dazai’s figure between the dark shadows in the car. As you both made eye contact, a smile appeared on your lips.

Just to be cheesy, you blew him a kiss, and he dramatically caught—pressing his fingers to his lips.

Getting out of the window was the easy part—actually leaving without anyone noticing was going to be difficult. It would’ve been even more difficult if Dazai wasn’t here to help you.

“Hi.” You smiled, sitting down on the passenger seat next to him.

“Hi.” He smiled back. The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds, before Dazai moved closer and put a hand on your cheek, immediately locking lips with you.

Hands immediately wrapping around his neck, you smiled into the kiss. The butterflies in your stomach exploded when his hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing your hip. When his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, you breathlessly chuckled and pulled back.

“Hurry, let’s get out of here! We can continue this later~” You scratched the back of your neck, cheeks flushed pink.

“Off we go then!” He smirked, eyes looking forward and hands shifting the car gear.

And you were off.

Probably driving around seventy miles per hour, Dazai rolled down the windows and turned on the radio for some music. You grinned, hearing the sound of the breeze down the music.

“This is—why didn’t we do this sooner!?” You laughed, feeling the wind flush against your face. You looked over to Dazai, who had an equally huge smile on his face, his brown curls being swept back by the wind.

“Y/n—we’re about to drive through a tunnel. Peek your head out the car roof! I swear, it’ll feel amazing!” Dazai beamed, sliding open the car roof so that you would be ready.

“Huh?! Are you sure—”

“I’m very fucking sure!!” He laughed.

“OH—okay then!” A smirk appeared on your lips as you stood up and peaked out half your body through the roof.

It was fucking amazing.

The tunnel was brightly lit with yellow lights, the wind was blowing through your hair. In that moment...hell, you couldn’t even explain how you were feeling in this moment.

As the car stopped on a red light, you sat back down in your seat and closed the car roof. Dazai smirked. “That was cool, right?”

“Very fucking cool. Although, next time I’d like to do in your arms.” You smiled. He raised his eyebrows, and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles.

A sudden chill went through your body as the wind blew colder. You shivered, rubbing your arms up and down. You chuckled to yourself. I must’ve forgotten to grab a hoodie in all this rush…

“Here, put this on.” Dazai chuckled, leaning to the back seat and grabbing a black hoodie. You eyed him carefully, grabbing the hoodie he was handing to you.

Putting it on, you immediately felt a sense of warmth envelope your skin. Shivering once again, you hugged yourself. It smelled exactly like him.

“Thanks, Osamu…” you softly smiled. He glanced your way for a few seconds before nodding. “No problemo!”

“...No, seriously.” You lightly scoffed with a small smile on your face. You put your hand on his.

“Without you...I would’ve still been stuck there. You have no idea how much you’ve helped….”

Your words were stopped when you felt Dazai grab your hand and intertwine your fingers. He turned his head towards you, a smile on his lips. “I know...call me anytime, okay? I wanna see you all the time.”

You pressed a quick kiss on his lips, sitting back in your seat. Your eyes were practically lit up as you rubbed small circles on Dazai’s knuckles.

You felt simply...the only word to describe it was euphoric. The rush in your bones. It was so fucking cliche, running away with your boyfriend at 4 am.

It was so perfectly cliche that you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

“We’re here,” Dazai’s voice sang as he slowed down the car to a complete stop. You looked ahead—it was fairly dark, only a few street laps illuminating the building in front of you.

“An abandoned building…?” Your mouth opened, eyes a little wide.

“Yup! Now come on….” Dazai smiled, pulling your hood over your head and squeezing your face. He moved closer and pressed several kisses on your cheeks, nose, and forehead. Practically anywhere he could get access too.

“H-hey! that’s—a lot—of—kisses!!” You managed to say between breaths as he continued to kiss your lips every time you began to talk. Both his hands were squeezing your cheeks like a baby.

He suddenly laughed, the soft grip on your cheeks now turning into a caress. Dazai’s thumb rubbed soft circles against your cheek. He seemed to quiet down, but he was now staring into your eyes

“Uh...are we gonna go inside or…?” You raised an eyebrow, gently tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. It was soft, just like how you remembered it to be.

“Yeah...let’s go.” He smirked, hands leaving your face and opening his own door to get out of the car. You got out a second after him, feet hitting the soft dirt.

Dazai suddenly clasped your hand in his, pulling you with him as he dashed to the entrance. Your eyes flew open. “W-wait! Dazai, you seem really excited—“

“No time to speak, darling—were on the move!!” He laughed, pulling the both of you up endless stairs. You felt an enabling rush as Dazai ran ahead of you, hands held together. The buzz in your body, the euphoric smile that never left your lips.

“We’re here,” Dazai gasped out, coming to a halt. The breeze gently blew across the huge clearing. You rested your hands on your knees for a second, just to catch your breath.

“We’re...on the roof…?” You bit your lip, suppressing the huge idiotic smile that was about to make its way onto your face. Dazai nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“This is...beautiful.” The roof was dark, it was ghostly quiet. You could only see the city lights from across the railing. Dazai walked to the edge, hand still intertwined with yours.

He leaned against the metal bar, hands gripping the pole with a huge smile on his lips.

God, he looked so beautiful. His brown hair was gently flowing against the breeze, the bridge of his nose seemed to perfectly shape the rest of his face. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you smiled.

“You’re not gonna ask me to jump off the roof with you, hm?” You whispered as a joke. He glanced at you for half a second before wrapping his whole arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“No...not today, darling.”

His eyes seemed glassy, but somehow the clearest you’d ever seen. You blinked a couple times, before finally settling your face back into his shoulder.

“You know,” he mumbled into your hair. “I look at you in a way I thought I could never look at someone.”

You stayed silent, both your hearts beating. He continued.

“I look at you, with love in my eyes. Love I didn’t know was in me...love I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.” He licked his lips with half lidded eyes. “I look at you with the love I thought I had lost.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest. “I love you so much, Dazai.” You whispered. He kissed the top of your head, humming in response.

“I wanna stay like this forever.” You mumbled, eyes suddenly becoming foggy, remembering you had no one back home.

“I know.” He softly whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“I wanna stay with you forever.”

“I know.”

“Just with you, Dazai. No one else.”

“I know.”

“But we can’t...it won’t last forever.”

“...I know.”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your whole body, hugging you as if you were going to disappear. One of his arms circled your waist, while the other held the back of your head.

“Then we’ll stay like this—till forever falls apart.” You mumbled, inhaling his sweet scent.

He nodded, kissing the tip of your nose. “Till forever falls apart.”

a/n: a part of this was inspired by the movie perks of being a wallflower, I’m sure you can tell which part :)

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[plant-flwrs]

hello, i am obsessed with your writing! i was hoping you could do a george x reader where they both have a mutual crush but george ended up asking someone else to the yule ball, reader doesn’t go, but they make up or something? i just crave some angst with fluff and your writing is perfect. if not, that’s okie, ty!

coward // george weasley

masterlist!

a/n: im extra in love w george rn omg........ thank u sm for ur request!!!! i hope this was angsty enough for u <333

summary: George asks Alicia to the ball when he really wanted to ask you, but he makes it up to you.

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George Weasley made your heart race any time he walked in a room. He made you loose your train of thought, he made you weak in the knees, he made you practically incapable of speaking. 

You were the last thing George thought about before bed. You were constantly the topic of his conversations, you made him blush whenever you smiled at him.

So, it would only make sense for George to ask Alicia to the Yule Ball. 

At least, that’s what you had been telling yourself over and over again since you had heard.

You hadn’t even really expected George to ask you, honestly, but you had thought there was a possibility he liked you; maybe he would have gone alone but asked you for a dance. Instead, you watched George lean onto Alicia’s desk in Charms, his forearms flexing under his weight, his hair falling perfectly over his forehead, saying something to make Alicia’s head throw back as she laughed.

You definitely felt your heart race, your head empty, your knees weaken, and incapable of speaking, but you also felt nauseous. You forced yourself to look away, feeling a lump form in your throat. As you stared down at your Charms textbook, tears blurred your vision and you did anything you could to try and stop them from falling down your cheeks. You had nearly calmed down, your breathing coming to a normal speed, when you saw a shadow fall over your desk.

You took some lasting deep breaths, and looked up, meeting George’s smiling face.

“Hey,” he said, slipping into his seat next to you.

At the beginning of the year, George had been moved from his seat next to Fred in an attempt to stop classroom disruptions. It would have worked, but George felt just as compelled to talk to you as he did Fred.

You nodded silently at him, forcing a smile.

“You alright?” he asked, leaning closer to you so your shoulders were touching.

You were hyperaware of his touch, as if sparks flew from you both. You could barely focus on keeping your voice clear, the small amount of contact sending your brain flying. 

“Yeah,” you managed, sounding a bit forced.

You ducked your head back down, subtly moving away from George.

George resisted the urge to punch himself. You seemed upset, and he wanted to do nothing more than wrap his arms around you and press a million little kisses to your face. Instead, he had wimped out and asked his closest female friend to the ball, rather than plucking up the courage to ask you. 

He hadn’t wanted to do it. Fred was teasing him about his lack of a date, him going with Angelina and all, and it was getting to George. He looked around the common room, eyes falling on the first girl he knew, and asked her if she had a date. He made it very clear that they were going as friends, and he knew Alicia had a crush on some Ravenclaw boy in the year bellow them. You didn’t know any of that, though, and George felt rotten about it.

Your mood had seriously decreased since he assumed you found out he was taking someone else. You no longer smiled at him in the halls, avoiding his eyes, and just avoiding him in general. He had no idea what to do.

When class was dismissed, you practically leapt from your seat. George followed quickly after you, ignoring Fred’s calls to wait for him. George beat you to the door, standing in front of it and looking down at you with a hopeful yet sympathetic smile.

“Can I walk with you?” he asked, his hand not turning the doorknob as a line of people wanting to leave started to form.

“Sure, I guess,” you said, pretending to be confused rather than annoyed and hurt.

George swung the door open, looking down at you as you walked past him and out of the classroom. 

You walked side by side for a few paces, George stuffed his hands in his pockets and had a look of concentration as he thought about what to say. You willed yourself to breath normally, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth to stop from crying. Just being near George was a reminder that he hadn’t liked you back, that he was taking someone else to something you had wanted so badly to go with him to.

Finally, George cleared his throat and gave you a sideways glance.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” he said, speaking slowly and softly, “you’ve seemed off these past few days.”

You wanted to stop walking, turn around, and go straight to your dorms where you could suffocate your tears in your pillow. Rather, you decided to pull yourself together. You cleared your throat, putting on quite a convincing look of being fine.

“Yeah,” you said, looking up at his worried expression, “I’ve just been really tired.”

George nodded slowly, not believing you. He had been confident that you liked him, that him asking Alicia was what had been making you so upset. If he was wrong, then he was wrong, but he hoped he wasn’t.

“Oh okay,” he said, biting the inside of his cheek as he began to feel the same feeling of rejection you had been feeling.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, nodding your head.

You both walked in silence for a few more paces, the gears in George’s head turning.

“So,” you looked up to him with a smile, “I heard you’re taking Alicia to the ball.”

George swallowed a lump in his throat, looking down at you with his eyebrows furrowed. His sad eyes met your cheerful ones, and he felt his heart sink. He coughed, forcing away this feeling and trying to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, gaining volume as he went, “yeah, I asked her the other day.”

“That’s great, George, I’m happy for you guys,” you lied, biting your lip as you gave him your best fake smile.

“Well,” George snapped, “we’re only going as friends, so not much to be happy about.”

You got quiet, not expecting George to get angry at you like that. You looked at your feet as you walked, happy that the Transfiguration classroom was only a few feet away.

“Y/n, look, I’m sorry-” he started, but you cut him off, turning to look at him with your hand on the door handle of the classroom.

“It’s fine,” you smiled at him, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You left him in the hallway as you went into class.

Alicia looked beautiful, she really did, but George’s mind was elsewhere. 

Fred nudged his brother as they watched their dates come down the stairs, meeting them in front of the Great Hall. Fred happily took Angelina’s hand and whisked her into the Hall, ducking his head to hers and pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

“Hello, George,” Alicia said, coming down the stairs and standing next to him.

Neither of them made a move to grab the other’s hands, and George was thankful for that. They walked into the Hall, trailing after Fred and Angelina.

George danced, he drank some punch, and he talked with friends. He made himself have somewhat of a good time, but you were always on his mind. He scanned the crowd every two seconds for you, always peering over Alicia’s shoulder as they danced.

“What are you looking for?” she asked him, her hands loosely resting on his shoulders as they danced to a slow song.

“No one,” George shook his head, returning his gaze to his friend, “Nothing.”

“C’mon, George,” Alicia pressed, looking up at him with a knowing smile.

“Y/n,” he said, sighing heavily, “I thought she might come.”

“Why would she come?” Alicia asked gently, “You didn’t ask her.”

George feigned shock as he looked down at her, hoping she was joking.

“What are you talking about?”

“You asked me as friends instead of who you really wanted to go with,” she said matter-of-factly, casting a glance to her left at the Ravenclaw boy she had wanted to go with, “and I did the same thing. We’re both idiots.”

George chuckled, pulling Alicia into a hug as the song finally ended.

“I really hate to do this to you,” he started, but Alicia was already pushing him away by his chest.

“Go, she might be in the Astronomy Tower,” Alicia said to him, smiling.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, pushing his way through the crowd and out of the hall.

He nearly sprinted to the tower, taking every hidden passage way he knew and wasting no time. 

Heavy footsteps sounded up the stairs, and you spun around, looking at the staircase. You had gotten ready for the ball, dressed up and everything, but just couldn’t make it down those stairs and into the hall. Instead, you snuck up to the Astronomy Tower, hoping to find some peace, alone. 

You began making excuses in your head that you hoped whichever teacher caught you up here would accept, heart beating in your chest. 

However, the flaming red hair and boy clad in handsome dress robes made your heart beat faster than it ever had before.

“George?” you called out, not really speaking to him, but to no one in particular. He was the last person you expected to see.

“I’m so sorry,” he panted, taking large strides to you.

“What?”

“I should have asked you,” he breathed out, not taking his eyes off of your face, “I should have asked you, not Alicia. I was a coward, and I’m sorry.”

“George-” 

“You look beautiful,” he said, finally so close to you that your chests were nearly touching.

He looked down at you, removing his hands from his pockets and cupping your cheeks.

“I’m so sorr-”

You stopped him, standing on your toes to reach his face. You kissed him, eyes fluttering closed. Your hands slid up his chest, balling up the collar of his robes and pulling him closer to you. His hands slid from your face, one going to rest on the back of your neck while the other went to your waist. His lips were slow and gentle, and he sighed into your mouth. Your lips turned up in a smile, and he pulled away once you were out of breath.

“Dance with me?” he asked, removing his hand from your neck and holding it out to you.

You took his hand, and he held it up as his other hand tightened around your waist. You put your free hand on his shoulder, squealing as he pulled you closer to him.

He slowly moved you around the room, humming a tune as you danced. You rested your head on his chest, melting at his touch.

[talkbykhalid]

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(+ tatbilb update)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100+ FOLLOWS 💕 and for supporting this babie writer with her half cooked works.

n as a thank you, i doodled a little sleepy yunho for yall! it’s def not the prettiest and its kinda rushed (am sorry for always serving yall with half cooked tingz) prolly looks nothing like yunho. but its da effort dat counts ☺️✌️✨ if u couldn’t tell i drew da yunho from ateez wanted ep4 💕 bc i do indeed have a big fat crush on black haired yunho and him in his jammies just made it look so domestic 🥺 am in love.

am glad y’all are enjoying my tatblib series and i really appreciate it when y’all send me your thoughts or when you rant abt that thing yeosang did or didn’t do, anything basically, bc i feel like am doing a good job in conveying emotions thru da words. mayhaps i do go through your tags and they’re so entertaining to read, so please keep going.

now mingi’s letter is kind of a struggle rn, because math issa big problem for this dumbass 😗✌️ but i thank one of my moots (u know who u are, I’ll give u a shoutout on mingi’s letter bc dat was reolli helpful) for suggesting something and it got the gears in mi mind turning. also my laptop’s now virus free meaning that i can continue writing mingi’s letter!

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Ch. 8: come home (to you, to us)

ao3 | ch. 1 | part of the zimbits airport au

About half an hour later, Bitty hears the garage door open and close, and then Coach and Suzanne’s muffled voices. Nobody comes upstairs to find him, so he disregards it and goes back to rambling in the old group chat that Shitty had insisted on keeping around— even once he, Lardo, Ransom, and Holster had graduated and Bitty was the only group chat member still at Samwell, Shitty claimed it was ‘his duty’ to give them updates on what was going on.

Bitty: i mean what am i even supposed to do now that i don’t have hockey as motivation to exercise

Bitty: running is gross

Bitty: punching bags are just.... ew, not good

Bitty: weights are meh

Bitty: i can’t just do squats???

Ransom: well jack’s solution to that problem was to join a pro hockey team

Bitty: i’m not getting paid to exercise

Holster: u should like

Holster: join an amateur league

Holster: or smth

Lardo: dude just accept that you can’t afford a car and public transportation is expensive and you’re gonna have to walk everywhere

Lardo: gettin those 10000 steps a day

Lardo: millennial exercise

Shitty: stop being depressing in the group chat LARDO

Shitty: (but she’s right)

Bitty: ew reality

Ransom: can u get a gym membership?

Bitty: not until i have money

Holster: burn calories by running away from your problems

Holster: zoom

Shitty: hOLSTER

Holster: shits ur literally still in school u don’t have to deal with this yet

Shitty: truE BUT STILL

Holster: u small bean

Shitty: ...bitch???

After that, the group chat moves at lightspeed, and Bitty’s content just to sit back and watch it happen. He counts no less than eight invocations of Holster’s age and size advantage and three of Shitty’s mustache. It’s only when there are soft footsteps in the hallway and a knock on Bitty’s door that he realizes how long he’s been sitting there watching his fellow alums (oh God) descend into a near brawl.

“Hey, Dicky,” his mother says when he gets up and opens the door. “Dinner’s ready, if you want it now. If not, we’ll save some for you and you can heat it up when you’re hungry. Your father told me you’re having a rough day.”

Bitty sighs. “It’s been a trying one,” he offers, and Suzanne nods in acknowledgement. He takes the now-empty plate of pralines, since there’s no point in leaving it in his room, and they walk downstairs in silence.

Dinner is interesting in that it’s so different from usual. Suzanne is willing to avoid making Bitty talk, but for once it’s Coach who carries the conversation. He carefully steers it away from Bitty at every opportunity, which is nice of him, but Bitty is completely verbal, he’s just... well, he’s tired. The tears left him feeling dried-up, almost, and Bitty doesn’t have enough energy to be emotional. He probably should’ve taken a nap before dinner, but it’s too late now. He can just go to bed early and hope that sleep serves as a reset of some sort— maybe he won’t wake up feeling so drained.

“Oh, and I’m hoping you can tell me what happened to all of those pralines that we made,” Suzanne says to Coach with a faint smile as she takes the third-to-last piece of garlic bread. “Funnily enough, a lot of them seemed to have vanished by the time I got home.”

“That was mostly me,” Bitty speaks up. His parents glance over at him in surprise, probably because he hasn’t been saying anything. “But Coach started it.”

When Suzanne looks over at Coach to confirm or deny that, he just shrugs.

“Well, alright then,” she says, and moves on while Bitty is still wondering if he should take the opportunity in front of him. She’s asking Coach about the plans for new locker rooms at the high school before he can say anything else.

Bitty finishes his food in silence, and then sits and stares at the table, not wanting to go to bed with the prospect of telling his mother still hanging over his head, but not wanting to say the words either. There’s no lead-in this time, no convenient discussion of roommates that he can use to bring it up. So how?

Coach must have assumed that Bitty’s not going to tell Suzanne tonight, because he’s still determinedly talking at length about how the team will have more locker space to store their gear. He’s only just started extolling the virtues of the new lighting when Bitty folds up his napkin and sets it neatly on the placemat. When he stands up, both of his parents look at him in surprise, and the force that he pushed his chair back with probably was surprising.

Bitty picks up his plate and cup to take to the dishwasher before saying, “Mom, I’m gay.”

The words come out calmer than he’d expected.

Suzanne blinks.

“I’m gay,” he repeats. “And I’m dating Jack Zimmermann.”

Then he puts his cup and plate in the sink and goes up to his room and shuts the door and sits on his bed and squeezes Señor Bun’s paw with one hand while he unlocks his phone with the other and composes three texts and sends them off.

The first one is to last year’s starting line. Chowder, Nursey, Dex, Whiskey, and Tango. Bitty reserves more personal things for this group chat instead of the team-wide one— not just because he was the captain, but also because there are only so many people he actually wants to vent about his life to. Hey y’all, just came out to my mom, send good vibes my way pls.

The second is to the same alumni groupchat that only just finished calming the fuck down. sooo now my mom knows im gay and that i have a boyfriend, am currently waiting in my room hoping that when i come back down things will be ok. left b4 she cld react.

The third is to Jack. told my mom, went to my room without waiting to see how she reacted. gonna go back down and see what the fallout is in like half an hour. i have a bag packed just in case, i’ll let you know if i’m coming over.

Jack responds immediately, as do other people who’d gotten one of his first two texts, but Bitty answers Jack’s first.

Jack: I have a rental car if you need a ride. Just let me know.

Bitty: i don’t think i will, but i’ll call and give u an update once i know more

Bitty: rn i’m just killing time

Jack: I’ll call you in an hour to check in if I don’t hear from you before then.

Bitty: talk to u in a lil bit

The two group chats that he’s texted have blown up over the course of his short conversation with Jack, mostly expressions of hope from the frogs and tadpoles and calm texts from the other alums meant to reassure. Bitty sends the frogs and tadpoles a quick thank you before turning to the other group chat.

Bitty: i have a contingency plan if things go horribly bad

Bitty: but my dad is ok w it

Bitty: so im giving him and my mom time to talk before i go back down there

Lardo: i think that’s a good idea

Holster: Pls. keep us updated about what’s happening.

Holster: Ransom is in the shower but he says if you need help w. anything hit us up.

Holster: (I concur)

Lardo: same, i already said u can crash on our couch, it’s ok if u want to stay here for a while

Lardo: but if ur dad is fine w it then i’m sure ur mom will be too

Shitty: ^^^^^

Shitty: dw

Shitty: #smhgotyourback

Holster: shitty i have been a college graduate for over a year and i’m crying over a gd hashtag.

Holster: why

Shitty: u know it’s true brah

Bitty’s stomach hurts when he walks downstairs, nauseous anticipation. He feels tense. His shoulders are hunched practically up to his ears.

He drops his bag in the front hallway before turning and walking into the kitchen. Suzanne and Coach are there, still sitting at the table. There are three glasses of sweet tea. Without that clue, Bitty wouldn’t have thought that they’d gotten up at all.

“Please sit down, Dicky,” Suzanne says when she sees him standing in the doorway.

Bitty sits, and for a little while, that’s what they do. Sit in silence. Until she sighs and says, “I will admit that whenever I pictured my future family, I always thought that my child would be straight.” She looks tired. “Although I can’t say I’m exactly surprised, either.”

Coach takes a sip of his tea.

“I’m not going to pretend to understand, because I don’t,” Suzanne says. “But I love you. You’re still my son, Eric Richard Bittle Junior. You still bake and you still skate and you’re still going to Boston to find a job in a week. None of that has changed.”

“No, it hasn’t,” Bitty agrees quietly.

“And I don’t want you going halfway across the country thinking I don’t love you, or you’re disowned, because neither of those things are true. I won’t lie to you and say it’s a great idea to tell the rest of the family— I’m sure you’ve already thought about that— but when it comes down to it, family you see twice a year aren’t as important as family you’re with every day, and I’m sure you know that too.” She drinks some of her tea. “I just hope that home doesn’t become such a painful place for you that you can never come back. Even if it’s just for a visit.”

“I haven’t left yet, Mama.”

Suzanne sniffs. Coach silently gets up and brings back a box of tissues, setting it on the table equidistant from his wife and his son. “That is true, isn’t it. I’m not letting you leave without trying that pot roast.”

Bitty smiles a little. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

Bitty: it went ok

Chowder: that’s great!!!! congratulations!!!!!!!

Nursey: good to know

Tango: are u still coming up to mass. for the summer or are u staying there??

Bitty: still coming to boston!

Dex: see you soon then!

Whiskey: :) :) :)

Bitty: she’s not thrilled but she’s ok w it

Lardo: fuckin called it

Holster: excuse u u did not call anything

Lardo: umm yes i did???

Ransom: that’s good to hear bitty, we’re v happy for u except holster is busy being irritated at lardo? apparently?

Shitty: congrats brah, that’s a big thing you just did

Shitty: totally celebrating when u get here

Bitty: so overall everything went fine, my mom is not exactly ecstatic but she’s happy i told her

Bitty: oh and my parents want to meet u since i mentioned u were staying in madison for a little while?

Bitty: ur officially invited to the bittle residence on tuesday for pot roast

Jack: I’ll be there. How do you feel?

Bitty: lighter i guess?

Bitty: it hasn’t sunk in that i’m rlly out to both of my parents and it went ok

Jack: It’ll sink in eventually.

Bitty: yup

Jack: And you also never have to come out to your parents again.

Bitty: that’s a definite plus

Jack: Go to sleep early okay? You sound exhausted.

Bitty: i am

Bitty: yeah i’m gonna do that now. gn, ttyl, love you <3

Jack: I love you too. <3 <3 <3 <3

Jack: Talk to you tomorrow.

Bitty: :)

Jack: :-)