this is my first time asking for anything but really interested in the matchups (preferably male)
I’m a bi she/they and I’m a Virgo. (I’m also an astrology lover😌)
I’m 5’2 (bye I’m shorter than chuuya)
I have brown hair and brown eyes
My favorite colors are black white red and mint green
I self ship with Dazai🥵
I like food,sleep,listening to true crime podcasts,singing,music
I dislike racists,homophobes,transphobic
I can’t remember if I forgot anything but hopefully I didn’t 😃
Thx and ily
self shipped with...
Osamu Dazai! ´ˎ˗
👾 he would 100% listen to podcasts with you in his car. especially during night, when the both of you aren’t tired enough to go to sleep. he’ll be driving around yokohama with the podcast playing on the radio, the both of you intently listening. well, it’s more like you’re listening and he’s just observing your reactions 😭 cuz chances are, he’s already seen much worse than the crimes being talked about in the podcast 🏃🏼♀️he listens to them with you at night for a reason tho—and that sole reason is to see you feel uneasy and hold your hand or wrap and arm around your waist to make you feel safe (yes, that’s his master plan 😭)
👾 as for his love language, it can be physical touch but sometimes in the gentlest way possible. like holding hands, or wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you close. sometimes when others aren’t around, he’ll even rest his head on your shoulder and stay quiet for a few minutes.
👾 he’ll tease you about your height (won’t call you chibi tho, that’s reserved for chuuya ;) if you tell him to do something he feels too lazy to do, he’ll just sarcastically whine from across the room “SORRYY I couldn’t hear my belladonna from down there, it appears she’s disappeared”—dazai 🙂🔪 but he’ll take advantage of your head or shoulders as a body rest. sometimes he’ll just slouch his whole body and lean it against yours from behind, resting his chin on top of your head.
👾 he’ll attempt to braid your hair, probably fail, but he’ll attempt. he won’t ask tho, when the two of you are alone he’ll just sit behind you, gently shove you back into his chest and start playing with your hair. If you ask him what he’s doing, he’ll just shrug his shoulders, smile and say “trying to...braid your hair.”—there’s no valid explanation, he just thought it’s something couples do so why not try it out. unsurprisingly enough, he gets the hang of it and learns pretty quickly !! he quite likes doing it, so he’ll just randomly ask you “can I braid your hair 🙂?” at least once a day. the agency has seen him braid your hair way too many times.
- midnight love | girl in red
- good old fashioned lover boy | queen
- swim | atlantic
- cupid’s chokehold | gym class heroes
- brooklyn baby | lana del ray
MESSY LAYOUT ´ˎ˗
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(A Servamp Sibling Household-Hysterics one-shot, straight from the headcanon list)
[In which Hyde starts a fire and Kuro tries to be a big brother.]
(Also the indentations gave up like halfway)
Heyo! This thing is finally done- part of the reason it took so long was because a lot of it was just me staring at the word document. I have a habit of getting almost done with things and then just starting something else, which is what I did with this, lol. Hope you can enjoy reading it, have a nice day! ⭐️
It was the dead of night. All of the candles had been put out hours ago. Did that stop Lawless? No. Absolutely not. He lived by his name.
He’d done this several times before, so he knew the routine by heart. He knew all of the sharp corners he could potentially bump into that would make him erupt into exasperated swearing, all of the creaky floorboards, and, most importantly, where the matchbox was kept. Its location was moved regularly, specifically to keep it out of Lawless’s hands, but he needed some way to see on his nighttime expeditions, even if he already knew where everything was.
He quickly and lightly hopped out of bed, he’d found out a long time ago that the mattress creaked incredibly loud if you took it slow. Careful not to disturb World End, who was sleeping on the XL Twin bed only a few feet away, he tip-toed passed the beds and to the dresser in the far left corner of the room. Once there, he slowly pulled the bottommost drawer open to reveal a neat stack of towels. Anyone else may have given up at this point, but Lawless knew his siblings. He reached his hand all the way back into the dark space, and pulled out a small matchbox. Pulling his hand out and closing the drawer, he turned back towards the beds and almost skipped towards the cherry-wood nightstand. Of course, he’d done this countless times before, but it always felt exciting, interesting, to wander about when everyone else was asleep. It was much more entertaining than just going to bed, anyways.
At the nightstand, he took a match out of the matchbox, struck it, and set the box down on the slightly splintered wood. He moved his hand to light the singular candle stood on top of the nightstand, but he waited too long. The match lit the candle, but the stick had burned away and the flames danced to the tips of Lawless’s fingers. He hissed, dropping the match and accidentally bumping the candle. That was his greatest mistake.
He felt as if he was watching in slow motion. The match fell unluckily onto the matchbox, igniting it in what seemed like a century, yet Lawless couldn’t move to stop it. Instead of trying to grab the burning box, he turned his attention to the candle, which had fallen over onto the tabletop, and was starting to char the wood. He snatched the candle by its base and blew on it wildly. To his credit, he succeeded, but did not get to breathe a sigh of relief. The matchbox had done the candle’s job, it had certainly created a light, but it had erupted into an inferno. Flames licked the nightstand, which had started to smell of a wood-burning fireplace. Lawless knew it wouldn’t be long before this accident got out of hand like the ‘bookshelf incident,’ so he did something he knew he’d regret later, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Hey! Wor-kun!” Lawless hissed, shaking the bed’s mattress to try and wake up his brother. It took a bit of effort, and a few precious moments, but The Servamp of Gluttony finally stirred.
World End sat up. “What the hell-”
He must’ve noticed the smell then, or maybe it was the brilliant flames spreading throughout the bedside table. He gave a small yelp and threw back his blankets, leaping out of bed. Lawless didn’t know if his brother’s sudden burst of energy was a good thing or a threat, but he figured he didn’t exactly have time to think about it now.
He smacked the flames in a vain attempt to snuff them out. “It was an accident! I was trying to light the candle! I promise!”
“With what?! The entire matchbox!?” World End shouted, rushing to drag Lawless away from the flames. “Are you trying to cook me alive! Is that what this is?!”
You would think with all of Lawless’s experience with flames, he’d have learned fire safety. In truth, that job had mostly been up to his siblings, especially his younger brother. He was just there to light a few things, maybe see how long they’d take to burn, and ‘accidentally’ let them burn a little out of control. It was mostly an accident, but it happened so often that his fellow Servamps were concerned at best and unconvinced at worst.
If one good thing had come out of his dangerous habit, it’s that World End was thoroughly prepared for cases like this one. He sprinted out of the bedroom as if his life depended on it, which, if he wasn’t immortal, it might’ve. At this point, both he and Lawless could sense the rest of the house waking up to the commotion, and he only hoped that he’d be able to douse the flames before they started screaming. Dashing into the bathroom, he reached for the bucket kept in the small back closet for Lawless’s ‘incidents,’ and proceeded to pump water into it. He started to hear doors open and footsteps falling on the hardwood floors, and cursed his brother under his breath. He filled the bucket and shuffled back into the room he and the Servamp of Greed shared as quickly as he could without spilling the water. Lawless was waiting for him, shifting from foot to foot. Whether it was from excitement or anxiety, World End didn’t know. He heaved the contents of bucket onto the nightstand, splashing water onto every visible surface but successfully drowning the majority of the flames, and any that remained surely wouldn’t be able to spread on the damp wood. By now, the rest of his siblings had arrived at the doorway and figured out what had happened. They all turned to Lawless.
Lawless immediately put his hands up in defense. “Okay, it was definitely an accident this time, believe it or not!” All the nervousness that he had projected while the fire was blazing was gone now, replaced by wide, bright eyes and a mischevious grin. A strange combination that did a sorry job of convincing anyone of his innocence. His siblings murmured and sighed. He could see Wrath mentally debating whether or not she should give him another lecture, but before she could come to a conclusion, his oldest brother entered.
Sleepy Ash dragged his feet into the room, yawning as he always did, and took in the situation. His eternally tired, crimson eyes scanned the room, assessing the expressions on his siblings’ faces and finally landing on Lawless.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and cocked his head to the side. “What caused it?” He muttered, staring Lawless down in an uncharacteristically stern fashion. He knew his siblings a tad more than he let on, well enough to know that this particular little brother had a silver tongue.
“I had to use the bathroom, so I tried to light the candle,” Lawless started, the playful smile still on his face. “The match slipped and fell on the box, the candle fell on the nightstand, and look where we are now.”
The rest of his siblings collectively sighed and left the room, seeing as there was no imminent threat to their house. In a few seconds, the only vampires left were Lawless, his eldest brother, and World End, who had started to lose interest and was attempting to shake his bed sheets dry.
Sleepy Ash stood silently in the doorway, gaze locked onto the candle, tipped over on the nightstand. He didn’t react when Lawless walked back to his bed and fell back onto the mattress, making drops of water bounce. The Servamp of Greed was surprised when his older brother appeared to take a look at the mess. He usually slept through the chaos his siblings caused, but there he stood, barely visible in the unlit hall.
“Well, I guess I’d better head back to bed!” Lawless exclaimed, pulling the blankets over his head. He’d just get up when the house was silent once again, which wouldn’t be long if the Servamp of Sloth was the only other sibling he had to worry about. He heard nothing from World End’s side of the room, so his younger brother had probably fallen back asleep, apathetic towards the soaked covers.
He heard shuffling from his older brother, and then words.
“Didn’t you say you had to use the bathroom?”
Lawless cursed himself under his breath. Following through with the bluff was a rule he’d become especially good at following, until now. He wondered if his shock that Sleepy Ash had showed up was what caused the rookie mistake; he’d never made it before. The soft sound of footsteps approaching his bed filled his ears, and he felt his brother pick at the end of the blanket. Pushing off the sheets, Lawless sat up in bed and stared at the mattress. He knew that Sloth caught him in his lie, and though he wasn’t scared, he’d never been caught before. His record was ruined, by none other than the brother who never showed up for any other instances that’d gone haywire. He looked up at Sleepy Ash to see him fumbling with the end of his shirt, gazing at the wall. He evidently noticed his younger brother looking up at him, and let out a long sigh.
“Do you want to…do something?” he asked, finally looking at Lawless, who was slightly taken aback. Sloth was known for sleeping through anything, with copious amounts of apathy that the rest of the family had grown to accept.
Greed leaned back and crossed his arms. “Well that’s a new one,” he smirked. He waited a moment before continuing, “What could we do?”
In response, Sleepy Ash turned and walked towards the doorway, motioning for Lawless to follow. He led his younger brother to the living room, and gestured towards the papers and books scattered about; their family wasn’t what you’d call neat.
“I’m sure we can find something in all of this,” Sloth yawned. Lawless nodded, then caught a candle on the dark coffee table in the corner of his eyes. They’d need light to do anything with these papers, if only World End hadn’t drowned the matchbox-
His older brother clicked his tongue and pulled out a small, 32-count matchbox. “I think I should do the lighting, for now.”
Lawless looked at Sleepy Ash and grinned. “Yeah, you probably should.”
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