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straycat-writes · 5 years

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May I request Chuuya, Dazai, Akutagawa kabedon their S/Os (crushes). Drabbles or headcanons, whatever is convenient for you ('・ω・')

[I hope this is what you meant, anon :)]

Chuuya

He doesn't like you. He doesn't, he doesn't, he doesn't.

Then why does his heart beat so erratically whenever you're nearby?

Chuuya might be denial, but you knew how he felt towards you. And you took every opportunity to play with it, 'accidentally' brushing past him, sitting a little too close, or saying risky things. It frustrated Chuuya to no end.

"Come on, hat rack." You smile, lazily taking his hand. "Let's go get a drink to celebrate."

The two of you had just returned after successfully executing a mission, and were beyond tired. But as they say, alcohol is the cure for everything.

The warmth from your hand permeates into his, and Chuuya feels sparks going up his arm. He frowns and draws his hand back. He hated this effect you had on him, hated how you could reduce him to a bundle of nerves and a fluttering heartbeat.

You raise an eyebrow, then smile devilishly as you playfully lean against him, "What's wrong?"

Chuuya feels something snap inside of him. Within seconds, he has you pinned against the nearest wall, one hand holding both of yours in front of you while the other is slammed into the wall just beside your head. You gasp.

"Don't play coy with me, (y/n)." He murmurs, "I know you do this on purpose."

You recompose yourself and smirk. The charade wasn't over yet.

You smile at him, sickly sweet, "Whatever do you mean, Chuuya?"

He lets out a growl that makes shivers run down your spine, and leans closer to you. His face is right next to yours now, lips close to your ear, "I mean this 'innocent' shit that you pull around me. You're driving me fucking crazy."

Your eyes widen, heart hammering in your chest. You hadn't meant for it to go this far. Not that you minded, though. You look up at him and blink purposefully slowly, "Oh? And what if I say I want to see this crazy side of yours?"

Let's just say you didn't go home alone that night.

Dazai

Everybody knows Dazai is a huge flirt. The guy will flirt with anything that moves. So when he starts making moves on you, you don't think much of it.

At first, he asks you to commit double suicide with him, in typical Dazai manner. You decline his offer politely, but that doesn't discourage him in the least. If anything, he becomes even more energetic in his pursuits towards you.

"Would the lady like to go get some coffee with me?" He asks one day, popping out of nowhere beside you as you're arranging papers in a file.

You roll your eyes, "The lady's busy, Dazai."

He pouts and you can't help but laugh. You had thought he would get bored after flirting with you for a while. You were co-workers after all, and saw each other everyday. How long could he possibly keep this up?

The answer to that is: a very long time, indeed.

The office was mostly empty at this time, as most of the members were taking their break. You had stayed behind to finish up a bit of work, and naturally, Dazai had waited for you.

Dazai doesn't seem to be in the mood for giving up. The pout on his face is quickly replaced by a sly smile as he casually slips the file from your hand into his own.

You groan, "Come on, Dazai. Give it b - "

You have no time to finish that sentence. All air is knocked out of you as you're quickly backed up into the wall, his lean form towering over you.

He slams both arms to the wall, one on either side of your head, and leans in dangerously close. He smirks, a playful glint in his eye, "What's wrong, (y/n)? Why do you look so pale?"

"I...uh.." you open your mouth and close it again, words eluding you. Your heart is hammering in your chest, and his proximity to you is making all your thoughts hazy. "D-Dazai, what are you doing?"

His left hand comes to rest on your waist, before slowly sliding down the curve of your hip and onto your thigh.

"Well, the lady didn't want coffee. So I thought I might entice her with something...else."

He leans in even closer, nose practically brushing yours, and it feels like you've forgotten how to breathe. Your face is burning red, and eyes wide open. All you can do is stare at his half open eyes and lopsided smirk. And damn, did those lips look inviting.

He stops for a moment, waiting to see if you would push him away. When you don't, he quickly closes the distance between your lips and his, making stars explode in your head.

Akutagawa

Akutagawa coughs slightly behind you, and you roll your eyes. The two of you had just emerged from Mori's office after attending an important meeting, the topic of which was the latest failed operation added to your portfolio.

You try to discreetly speedwalk away from him, but he catches up.

"You're getting more and more incompetent, (y/n)." He says disinterestedly, hands in his pockets, "Better rectify it before I'm forced to get rid of the problem altogether."

Tears prick the corners of your eyes and you let out a shaky exhale. You knew you weren't perfect, but it's not like Akutagawa himself had never made any mistakes.

He looks at your face and raises an eyebrow, "You're crying? You know, for a member of the Port Mafia, you have surprisingly thin skin."

"That's it." You say, voice steady and clear as you turn to look at him, "Just because you're my superior doesn't mean you get to lace every single word with venom, Akutagawa!"

Your breathing is heavy now, and an angry frown rests on your face. The liquid shame and anger flowing in your veins was making you forget everything and giving you the courage to speak to him like that.

Akutagawa looks stunned for a moment, but composes himself quickly, "What was that, brat?"

You scoff and for some reason, it really gets on Akutagawa's nerves. In a split second, he has you slammed against the wall, knocking the air out of you. One of his hands is pinning both of yours above your head, while the other is planted firmly on the wall beside you.

"I dare you to say that again."

You can feel the blood draining from your face. Akutagawa's reputation as the 'silent rabid dog', it dawns on you, isn't just a moniker. You swallow the lump forming in your throat.

His eyes flit down to your lips and it feels like your heart has frozen in your chest.

The truth is, you've always admired him. Months of working under him had also caused you to develop some... feelings. But knowing how impossible it was to get anywhere with him, these feelings just made you furious. There's nothing you hate more than what you can't have. And so, you try your hardest to bury these feelings under faked nonchalance and questioning his authority.

"Ak-Akutagawa, I - "

He leans in closer, dark eyes boring into yours. When there's just a centimeter of space remaining between your lips and his, he stops abruptly.

"You speak too much."

Before you know it, he's whirling around and walking away, hands in his pockets once more.

#chuuya nakahara #osamu dazai #ryunosuke akutagawa #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #akutagawa x reader #kabedon #drabbles #bungou stray dogs #bsd #imagines

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