Various Males X Seme Male Reader

Dazai Osamu (Love Love Angst~)

t/w : suicide, self harm
t/w : suicide, self harm
t/w : suicide, self harm
     t    /     w     :    SUICIDE,    SELF HARM

(M/N) wiped away the droplets on the whiskey glass, setting it down with the other clean ones, and continuing the routine with the dirty ones. His formal, monochrome attire usually made him look well put, as they were his work clothes. Unfortunately, they were somewhat dirtied from the drunkards that decided it'd be an astounding idea to knock over some absinthe and red wine onto the bartender.

His eyes squinted at the recent memory, a little smirk emerging from his lips as he remembered how he had kicked the group out of the building, leaving them out in the rain.

The bar's bell rung abruptly from behind him.

"I'm sorry but it's closing— oh." (M/N) spoke, looking behind him only to meet a familiar face.

He sighed, "Dazai..."

Dazai grinned, showing off his pearly whites. He set himself down on the cushioned stool, and rested his head on his bandaged hand.

Dazai let out a loving chime, "(L/NNNN).. I bet your hands would look wondrous strangling my neck."

(M/N) placed down the rag he used to dry the glasses, and turned around to grab a heavy bottle of scotch. He poured it into a glass, placing it in front of the detective.

"I won't be executing you any time soon, no matter how many times you ask."

Dazai frowned, gulping down the amber poison that he regularly drank at (M/N)'s bar. (M/N) pulled off his gloves and unbuttoned his vest, laying them down in the back room of the bar. Then, he went to turn off the lanterns that hung on the entrance's roof, driving away anyone who may want to come inside.

He sat himself down next to the humming and giggling Dazai.

"If you wanna' co-mmit a double su-i-cide~!" He sang, helping himself to the bottle of scotch that (M/N) had mistakenly left on the counter.

He looked up at (M/N), meeting his (e/c) eyes. Dazai's blush only grew into a glaring pink, a goofy smile plastered on his face. (M/N) chuckled to himself, unsure of what to do with the bar's regular.

Dazai sang even louder, "I'd be so happy to have (L/N) by my side, while we commit a double suicide~"

(M/N) exhaled softly, pulling at Dazai's trench coat. Dazai shuffled closer to him, his smile only stretching.

"C'mon, Dazai, I'm just tryna' get home." (M/N) whined, the dark shadow under his eyes only made him seem grumpier than he truthfully was.

"Aweee~! But (L/nnnnn) please commit suicide with me~ You're so magnificently handsome, I'd love if you'd at least end me with those beautiful hands!" Dazai cried.

He grabbed onto (M/N)'s warm n' cozy hands, and rubbed them against his cheeks, gliding them down to wrap around his bandaged neck.

Dazai begged, "Please, (M/N)!! You're the only one as passionate about suicide as I am! And I know you love me too..."

(M/N) puffed out his cheeks, thinking deeply about how to reply to Dazai's infatuation.

He responded, "I do love you Osamu— I love you very very much, but just because you found me hanging in my room, and washed up on the beach a few times doesn't mean I'll just do that with you."

He tugged his calloused hands away from Osamu's warm skin, instead clutching his hands tightly. He pulled Osamu closer, and engulfed his lips in a gentle kiss.