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tiredlilguy · 4 months

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Omg yes Jouno>>> it's too sad that he got so little screen time before Asagiri turned him into a vampire :') but even then Jouno is h o t. Glad that I'm a Jouno simp now 🤭😍

And please tag me when you do eventually release the Lippmann fic 😩 I need to see what else this man hides underneath those comfortable looking clothes of his LMAO (imagine if he also hides a small photo of him and his lover right near his chest 🤧 he would be such a sweetheart in a relationship) but really Lippmann do you not have anywhere else to store those weapons and books 💀 xD

I also cannot wait for 'The Day I Picked Up Dazai' to be officially released in a novel with a cover and anything jajshdhah even though I'm gonna cry a storm in Part B, I'm still gonna read it (BSD fans are fed so well omg- we love you Asagiri)

Lastly, I've said it before and I'll say it again; I love love LOVE your works for Chuuya! You write him so in character and you're completely right- he's actually just a sweet boy that was in the wrong place at the wrong time :') (oh and making his pockets hurt is a MUST because mans has so much money that expensive clothing wouldn't make a dent in his bank account hehe- not to mention he has an impeccable fashion taste). He deserves so much better 😭

Good to see that you're taking breaks :D and I look forward to talking with you more!

OMG YES I will def tag you in the next lippman fic i make =3=

when "The Day I Picked Up Dazai" releases in English, YOU KNOW imma be the first to run to the store istg- ;;w;; i hope to get the version in Japanese as well

also tysm for supporting my writing AAAAAA im glad that i write him in character, cuz istg, i feel like that's a big worry i always have with writing characters (even though it is a little ooc because it's x reader content). also ur so right about the wrong place wrong time- i would like to see turned to the light chuuya im ngl- i do have a fic in store at one point with rimlaine taking care of Chuuya somewhere in France- it's currently archived, and i'll get around to writing it again at some point, but it's an idea i'm thinking about expanding soon! (i'll def tag you with that one too)

i apologize for the late response! i've been pretty busy and it's also kind of hectic right now with college and such, but im surviving! my birthday's this month so YIPEEEEE (not until the end of the month though)

i will definitely try relaxing more when i can, it's been pretty stressful recently, but i'm doing alright for now. I look forward to talking with you more too!!! You seem so cool AAAAA <3

#mono talks #<3

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nkhrchuwuya · 2 years

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endearments

bungou stray dogs | G | 1079 nakahara chuuya x reader / oc

pet names are common between you and chuuya now, but how was it the very first time?

you like telling the story of chuuya first calling you “baby” because you feel like it incapsulates a lot about his feelings for you.

the two of you are walking down the street after a dinner date at some restaurant downtown when chuuya has to pull away for a moment to answer a phone call. you knpw better than to eavesdrop at a port mafia business call, but of course it is better to be out of earshot at all, so with an apologetic nod, chuuya turns to an alley to answer his phone.

you wait outside a shop window, admiring the camera gear that were on display. that is when a group of three suspicious men approach you. they seem to already have an idea on how they want the night to end.

“you alone, girlie?” they ask, cornering you against the shop window. you try to step aside, but they cover all the direct exit routes from where you are. you thumb at the knife in your pocket, wondering if it’s the time.

“just waiting for my boyfriend,” you say, emphasizing the last two words. you puff up like a bird in danger, trying to seem larger than you actually are. it has the opposite effect—the men only laugh.

the one that seems like their leader pushes his face closer to you, enough that you can smell the cheap alcohol. “yeah? i bet he’s nowhere nearby.”

“he won’t know if you have some fun with us for a little while, won’t he?” another offers, a hand creeping too close to your arm.

“c’mon,” the last one says. “we won’t bite. hard.”

you’re just about to flick your butterfly knife open when the ground beneath them suddenly shrinks into broken concrete, and you know you’ve been saved. a relieved smile breaks over your face once you spot chuuya by the corner, walking in quick strides toward you.

he shields you from the men, who instantly cower at the red glow still surrounding chuuya. “what d’ya think you’re doing?” chuuya hisses, intertwining his hands around yours. “waste of space lowlifes. get out of my sight.”

the three men scramble out of view, and chuuya squeezes your hand in his. turning to you, he asks, all concern and worry and guilt—

“you alright, baby?”

chuuya doesn’t expect the grin that breaks over your face, and it takes him a moment to fully register what he had said. “err, uh, i mean—” he stutters, even as you lean into him for an embrace, your arms around his neck as you pull him close to you. “i didn’t—ugh, what the hell—”

“i love it,” is all you say when you part from him, still grinning. “and i’m alright, i promise.”

“i’m never calling you that again,” he swears, ears bright red despite being curtained by his hair. you laugh, pinching his cheek.

“sure, chuuya.”

it doesn’t take long for that promise to break, before the endearments slip out of his mouth unwarranted. your existence become synonymous to all the pet names he can think of, from the most heartfelt ones to the most obnoxious (imagine being called “popcorn vacuum” after eating two bagfuls of popcorn… halfway through the movie). he calls you baby, honey, darling, doll—like you’re the best of all the sweet things he’s ever had.

but on chuuya’s end? the first time you called him love is one he refuses to let anyone know.

mostly because you don’t even remember this incident, that this was the first time you’d ever called him anything other than his name, but the second reason is—well. it’s too dear to his heart for him to share it with anyone else.

his wound opens sometime during the ride home. he thinks he’d rather be damned than to ever return to that operating room again, much less twice in a night, so instead he toughs it out all the way to the penthouse.

luckily, you are asleep when he arrives, quiet and breathing evenly in the bedroom. he sneaks past you and gets to the bathroom by floating over the carpet despite the pain.

he sits on the closed toilet seat and takes a deep breath. the first aid kit in chuuya’s house is a little different than most—he likes to be prepared as a front-line soldier, so he has all he needs to patch the wound on his leg up. it doesn’t mean it’s any less excruciating, though, and he hisses and groans as the local anesthetic cream does little when he’s stitching himself up.

soon, the door opens and you come into view, concern in your sleep-heavy eyes.

“chuuya? oh my god. are you— no, you aren’t alright, that’s—”

“nearly done,” he croaks out, tying the suture at the end. “pass me a bandage?”

you hand him what he needs and crouch next to him, watching him skillfully wrap his wound up. chuuya doesn’t even notice his hands are shaking before you do.

“hey, love, c’mon,” you whisper, scooting closer to him, hand a source of comfort in his hair, “it’s alright, i’m here, love.”

something blossoms inside of him, filling the hollow in his chest once he hears the endearment. he lets you hold him, as the adrenaline from the pain wears out and the world slowly expands back from the pain alone to this: the cold bathroom tiles underneath your feet, the yokohama night sky outside the window, and you, pressed close to his side, his everything.

“bed,” is all he can say. you help him up on his feet and the two of you slowly get into bed. careful not to jostle what still hurts. you let chuuya find his comfortable position before curling around him, and he reaches out to at least hold your hand.

love, it echoes in his mind, that night, tonight, every other night, every time you call him that. love. hoping it can hold on to everything he feels about you despite its four-letter limit. somehow, he knows you’ve beaten him. that he can call you all the sweet things he can think of, and yet it’ll never come up to the way you’d coated love with everything he’d needed at that moment. at every moment.

and it’s alright, chuuya thinks, as he drifts to sleep, whispering your name like a prayer on his lips, it’s alright, because at least like this he knows your heart is his.

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