Osomatsu san fandom here I come I hope you enjoy this it gets a little self indulgent somewhere in there but yea lesgo
I hate her.
Ichimatsu x reader, fluff? Angst? Background all matsus x reader, she/her pronouns, mention of a back scar
Word count: 454
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You're asleep at the Matsuno's house, something about drinking with Osomatsu the night before. Ichi didn't care to remember. Maybe he didn't want to.
I hate her, he thought, slotting in perfectly right behind you where you were curled up. I hate her, as he wrapped his arms around your warmth. I hate her, as he buried his nose in the scent of your shampoo. I hate her, as his hands traced the waistband of your pants. Your soft skin and fluffy hair and gentle breaths pissed him off.
He especially hated how you allowed yourself to get wrapped up in their filth, because you'd have to leave. Ichimatsu knew that, and his heart twisted up like it would shatter with the tension, and he hated that the most. Why were you torturing him?
Why spend your time with the six scummiest people?
Why give Oso money when you have so little?
Why spend what little time off you have doing things his brothers liked?
Why push yourself until your energy ran so low that, even now, with his horrible aura and cold hands and exploring touch, you didn't wake?
God he couldn't fucking understand you. I hate her.
He froze when you squeaked, hands stilling on your ribcage. He was trash but he didn't dare go too far, because he couldn't lose this just yet. You, he could do without, but not the warmth. He hated how comfy you were.
You turned in his arms, now facing him with your closed eyes and pretty lips. Your hands were so warm against his chest, fingers curled but palm flat on his hoodie. Your back was a perfect expanse of skin beneath his touch, even the scar. It was like you had a seam, like you were literally made to be so perfect and couldn't hide it. I hate her.
He squeezed your sides, eyebrows cross, expression loathing, just until you told him to stop. He wanted to rip you to shreds. "Ichi, cut it out," you grumbled, and he quit. He hated that you knew it was him. Hated that this song and dance happened enough that it was routine. Hated that the others weren't so eager to cherish what they had every second that they had it, even this. Even the rest. He was the one that got to see every expression you made with closed eyes.
You wrapped your arms around him, and his irritation turned into steam, vanishing in the waves of your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, too, tight but not squeezing. He could feel your breathing slow against his chest. He buried his face in your hair again, taking a deep breath.
yooouuuu wanna know what sounds really good rn? You writing silly, mundane headcanons of the matsuno bros. I've been trying to think up of shit to give you to make head canons about but all i got so far is silly icky food combos that theyve randomly eaten or just like. I feel like ichi and choro would have the worst. Ichi just bc he's lazy and it was what was lying around and the time and choro because a freak. I can see him eating a peanut butter and pickles sandwich.
Fav gross foods!
I got this ask and went through all the boys ages ago but tumblr hadn't saved my draft and I lost it. I'm finally returning to it and it may not be what I had before but by god I'm getting it done.
Osomatsu
Salted watermelon
Least ashamed (he has no shame)
He makes fun of the others for their picks though
Will insist on salt any time he eats watermelon, no matter the company
Will also violently insist on having anyone else try it
"See? It's great, right? What'd I say, it's the best!.. What do you mean you don't like it?"
Karamatsu
Wine with anchovies
Thought it's a classy cool thing to do, and then got hooked on it
It is not cool, he read the instructions wrong, and people give him weird looks
It doesn't help that he's just dipping the anchovies in the wine glass
When he figured out he was doing it wrong, he didn't fix it, but just got more secretive
Will be up at 2 am like a cryptid dipping anchovies in wine
Choromatsu
Cucumber in honey
"But it's healthy!"
Of course his would be the blandest option
Read online that it helps lower blood pressure and god knows he needs it
Though he gets made fun of the most, only because he tries so hard to defend himself
It makes him feel better that the crunch is so annoyingly loud for the others to deal with
Ichimatsu
Cat treats (freeze dried shrimp)
We've seen Ichi get pissed at Oso for eating something that he had bought for cats in the past; I think that'd be freeze dried shrimp
One day while feeding the cats he noticed he was hungry and got curious
And then he actually liked it, how awful
If anyone makes faces at him for it they swiftly move along when he looks like he'll kill them.
Sometimes esp kitty will shove one in his mouth when he seems to be stewing for too long
Jyushimatsu
Peanutbutter ramen
I mean, there is peanut sauces, but Jyushi hardly has the patience to make the whole thing
It's even worse when he forgets to drain the water and it's just watered down peanutbutter
Let's not mention that he likes the noodles on the harder side
Lemme also add here that sometimes he'll just eat the ramen dry with the flavor packet poured in the bag
This is probably his least odd combo, if we're honest.
Todomatsu
Dipping fries in strawberry ice cream
Saw a post about it and tried it for himself; though usually in those posts it was vanilla or chocolate
He can't abandon his brand though
Personally, he likes how the tangy or occasionally sour flavor mixes with the salt on fries
He also likes bar fries with ice cream, which is where it gets more questionable
I'm talkin paprika or cayenne pepper; others end up coughing and then choking on ice cream while he looks as sweet as a peach
Hello!! I’d like to pretty please request some general romantic headcanons for osomatsu, Karamatsu, and Ichimatsu (separately).
Just how they’d generally be in a relationship and how they’d meet their S/O.
Thank you so much for your time. I really enjoy your work!! ^ ^ ~!!
OH MY GOD YES! Thank you so much for requesting! They're like my top 3 of the sextuplets <3
Loving?
Karamatsu
He's first because lowkey I think he'd be the first to actually get a romantic partner; he's obviously popular in the fandom at least
Would likely meet you while busking/offering free hugs, or just out around town
A romantic sililoquy would be what catches your attention, amusing you as well as flattering you. It shocks him to no end that you didn't react with disgust
So you started dating. He's assertive, but it's just his front. Taking your hand or wrapping an arm around your back when out together, but you can feel the uneasiness beneath his touch
He can't go out with you without his shades, the fact his face is burning being bad enough for his 'image'. Without them you'd probably see the panic in his eyes, hoping to high hell he doesn't fuck something up
When you are with him alone, though, he goes without. He's soft, and looks at you like you designed the constellations. He tells you as much, and infinitely more
Dates include clothes shopping with fashion shows, karaoke, and movies. Also fishing, if you're into that sort of thing. He wouldn't dare suggest something you wouldn't want to do, though
Seeing either gifts you've gotten him adorning his reflection, or things he's managed to get for you being worn, makes his heart have palpitations. Jewelry gets him the worst, something in the back of his head getting a buzz
Ichimatsu
He wouldn't know he has a partner until it's been months and you've set up a fancy dinner at your place; he swiftly tries to end his life because of the embarrassment while you fight him away from a knife or noose
He'd definitely meet you because of his interest in cats; whether that be a cafe, feeding/housing strays, or even volunteering at a shelter
When you're openly kind to him, and persistently so after he's obviously fucked up like twenty different things, he falls hard and fast. I think he's a lover, but buries it down under all that angst to try and keep from getting hurt
He will never offer you or ask for anything. He just does, or waits for you to vocalize a want or need
By does, though, I want it very clear that I mean he will hold his hand out, fingers splayed, but not take your hand. Everything is always up to you in the end, he has no back bone
The one thing he will do, though, is grab your sleeve or the fabric of your shirt, especially in a crowded space. So you don't get separated, of course, but he's also just kinda clingy while also not wanting to be obtrusive
Dates are typically just following you around while you do chores, being extra hands for grocery hawls or drying dishes while you wash. Also, of course, cat scavenger hunts, or cat cafes
He enjoys just being close to you, in your orbit, observing. You could catch him staring when you glance at him nine times out of ten, and early on he'll quickly look away. Later in the relationship he'll just smile something small, finally realizing that you're looking for him too; that you see him as he sees you
Osomatsu
Oh no. You've just become his newest addiction. Something about you catches his eye most out of other girls; something even he can't explain, but he couldn't really explain his other addictions either, so what difference does it make?
Of course I imagine he really has to put the work in, but old fashion fifties style. Persistence is key. He'll keep asking and flirting and doing little things trying to endear you to him until, one day, it works
I would say he knows where you work, be it fast food or retail. That's how he's able to keep pestering you, and you can't just leave
When you give in and give him a chance, he pales like he's seen a ghost. You mean he really has a shot? The pressure will kill him, the stakes too high. He has vertigo
He's kind of a douche, but the moment you tell him, seriously, to knock something off? He says yes ma'am with a little salute, and that joke is retired forever
He adores going on fun, cliche dates like skating or arcades or hikes. As long as it's doing, he's down. Movies and the like bore him, but if it's a home movie night, he'll agree; you just have to settle for being a stim toy
Arcades, of course, are like gambling. Playing games to earn tickets and show off prizes, but then there's also the competitive games, and those might be his favorite. He's a sore loser and a mean winner, but as long as he's not hurting your feelings, it's enjoyable for both
He's very much a fan of physical affection, needs a hand on you at all times in all places. Of course, you often have to remind him what is appropriate touch for the occasion, but his immediate want is actually rather tame, surprisingly. A hand on your shoulder, your thigh, holding your hand, playing with the fingers; that sort of thing
OMGGGG I LOVED YOUR WRITING WITH ICHIMATSU ( ≧Д≦)
If it's not too much trouble, could you write something with Osomatsu? (｡•́︿•̀｡) Only if you want to!
Thank you, have a nice day/night! ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
OMG THIS WAS SO NICE TO FIND ! I already had something written for Osomatsu actually, as he's my favorite, but that was specifically for my self insert. I wrote something new for this request instead! Though, lemme know if y'all want my self insert content too..
Worth it
Osomatsu fluff, horror movie, his pov, no specific gender on reader.
Word count: 437
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Osomatsu was being incessant. It was one of his best qualities, actually, if anyone were to say anything. And he was using that best quality on you today, bugging you at your place of work, causing looks from any passing customers. It's not like he cared.
"C'mon! You're not doing anything, why not watch a movie with me?"
"Oso, I've told you I'm no good at watching horror movies."
"I'll hold ya if you get scared," he teased, giving you one of his best grins.
"Fuck no."
He wilted, hanging his head and groaning loudly before perking in a second.
"Look! Look. One movie; no smooching, no grabbing, not even touching."
Unless you want me to-
"Fine."
His eyes widened. Was he still in his head? There was no fucking way you really-
"My place, I'm guessing. One horror movie."
"Yes! Yes, oh my God- uh-hah-" He was still in disbelief.
"I'll see you at ten."
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This was bad. He was gripping his jeans, sitting straight, and it wasn't even cause he was struggling to keep his hands off you. Well, he was, but for different reason than usual. You sat with a knee up, wearing comfy clothes that he had never seen you in, and with a bowl of popcorn in your lap. He couldn't even look at you, the screen having his attention. It was a typical horror movie scene, some girl making the wrong choices in a chase, and he was sweating. You had no reaction, seeming almost bored, and he had really thought he'd be fine. Things weren't how he planned at all.
"Oso?"
He flinched, only noticing he had been shaking thanks to your question. "I'm fine!"
Looking at you, your expression seemed amused, if a little confused.
"Okay, if you say so."
The screen flashed with a jumpscare and he screamed, jumping and crawling up on the back of your couch, eyes closed tightly. He screamed again when he felt something touch him, eyes opening wide in a panic and just seeing your hand. You had leaned over; the popcorn bowl was set on the side table. He could feel his face burning.
"Do you want me to hold you?"
He looked down at his own lap, your hand on his knee.
"You think I'd ever say no?" He replied, still trying for his typical type of response. You rolled your eyes, seeing through him easily and scooting close, wrapping an arm behind him. The fear was worth it, he thinks, his head on your shoulder so he could turn into your soft hair when things got too scary.
It was your idea, knowing your favorite loser in blue was a fan of singing. Sure, he said you could pick what the two of you would be doing, but you weren't exactly against going to karaoke; it'd just be you and him. When the night came, though, and you were there, you got self conscious. On an actual stage was somehow easier, singing for strangers who you didn't know and wouldn't be seeing again, but here in the private room with only Karamatsu, it made you anxious.
So you let him start, and have a few more songs after that, enjoying his performances and trying to ignore the building tension in your chest. In between songs he'd offer you to go next, and you'd bite your lip and wave a hand, saying you were still thinking of what to sing. After so long, Karamatsu finally picked for you, taking your hand and standing you with him.
"We're a thousand miles from comfort,"
He started, letting go to grab the second mic.
"We have traveled land and sea,"
The mic got placed in your hand, while he gave you an encouraging nod.
"But as long as you are with me,"
Taking your free hand in his,
"There's no place I'd rather be."
He spun you under his arm, making you chuckle at his flourish.
"I would wait forever, exalted in the scene,"
He continued, tapping a foot to the beat of the song before pulling you back close.
"As long as I am with you, my heart continues to beat."
Letting go, he did his own spin before moonwalking, making you snort when he winked at you.
"With every step we take, Kyoto to the bay, strolling so casually."
"We're different and the same, gave you another name, switch up the batteries."
Singing from where he stood across the room, he lowered his head and pointed at you dramatically for you to pick up the song.
And you did. Watching him continue to be his dramatic silly self made your nerves dissipate.
"If you gave me a chance, I would take it!"
Your voice came out strong, and he lifted his head, startled for only a moment before his smile widened in amazement.
"It's a shot in the dark, but I'll make it,"
It was easy to match his pretend stage presence, reaching a hand out before pulling it back in as a fist.
"Know with all of your heart, you can't shake me!"
Karamatsu came in, shaking his head once.
"When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be!"
When you sang the end of the chorus, you could see him melt in adoration, making your own heart flutter. The two of you had a blast singing the rest of the song, Karamatsu cheering your vocal runs and you laughing with pure joy when he'd take your hand to dance. You had just closed your eyes to sing the bridge when you felt gravity flip, and upon opening them you were met with Karamatsu smiling like he had the world in his arms. Really, he just had you in a dip, but if that expression didn't make fireworks go off in your brain you'd be lying.
You kissed him when the music soared with the final chorus, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. He dropped his microphone to return the kiss, a hand in your hair, the other still around your waist. The song was practically over when you separated.
"When I am with you there's no place I'd rather be."
I realized I've been beating myself up with the thought that I can't write unless it's for something, and its clean and finished, which isn't good. This is my first step to try and get out of that!
Rise Raph × reader angst!
Red Red Red
Word count: 363
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Your vision blurred, the bright things brighter from the cold that teased the edges of your eyelids but didn't dare fall. The pain had been so much just moments before, but too much morphed into nothing, either thanks to shock or something else. You flinched and turned away from an impact you heard to your left, only for light to breach the rubble that had you trapped.
"Softy!"
You recognized that gruff voice, even further recognized the red masked face that looked at yours.
"Hey, Raphie," you murmured, only for the use of your voice to push discomfort up your throat until you coughed it out.
Raphs eyes looked so small, so scared, focused lower on your body rather than your face. You hated seeing him so uneasy. He was rarely free of unease. You felt so bad for doing this to him.
His hand must have touched you, as the buzzing ache turned sharp and ripped a screech from your chest. He pulled his hand away immediately, eyes glancing to the red you saw painting his skin, only for him to instead look at your face. You wondered, same as him, how you were the one so calm in this moment. Tears fell from his eyes, fat and wet and soaking his mask a similar color to his hand.
"I-I can't- not you," he begged, your name coming out a strangled sound.
"You won't," you replied, doing your best to smile just to sell it. He didn't say he didn't believe you.
His hand, painted in red, colored your skin and hair as he brushed his thumb on your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your tears finally falling aswell. It surprised you when his lips crashed into yours.
And he smothered you, and you wanted nothing more. Your lips moved against his like it'd be the last time, knowing it'd be the last time, desperately trying to convey just how much you love him. He returned it with an even greater level of care, trying to convey just how much he needed you.
Everything faded away in that kiss. The world, the pain, sight and sound and touch.
Salveō! Would you be willing to take a writing request for a rise!Donnie x reader? (platonic pls!)
the storyline could be something along the lines of the reader eating one of Mikey’s food at dinner with the turtles and it being a bad texture. (For me, a big one is lumps in smooth substances. Like rice pudding.. *shudder*) Anyway, the reader gets overstimulated and shuts down, Donnie brings ‘em to his “sensory room” in the lab and gives pressurized hugs and back rubs until the reader is comfortable and regulated again.
I’m a sucker for autistic reader fics. There’s not enough of those :(
This seems adorable! I unfortunately don't get to the point of shutting/breaking down from bad food textures (though I do have foods I refuse to eat), but I'll try my best!
The Pudding
Word count: 546
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Usually you loved dinner with the turtles. Sure, they could be loud and unruly, but somehow they didn't drain your social battery as much as other people did. Listening to the brothers fighting was entertaining, and they talked so much you didn't have to worry about finding something to say. Usually, you'd say it was one of your favorite activities, trying what Mikey decided to make.
Today, though, that couldn't be further from the truth. Dinner had been fine, one of the best Mikey has ever made, but you could feel the color drain from your face as he revealed a bowl for dessert. A lumpy pudding that you just knew you wouldn't like. You would have passed, but Mikey used his puppy dog eyes, and said something about it being something new he tried out. That's how you ended up with a small serving on your plate.
Raph and Leo ate most of it, saying the pudding tasted great, but for you it wasn't about the taste. Donnie had had some of his own, a smaller serving in comparison to his brothers, and he watched you watch the thing on your plate. Still, you steeled yourself and ate a few spoonfuls, ignoring the urge to gag. That'd be so rude. After maybe four bites you wanted to cry, physically unable to swallow the next spoonful but only feeling worse and worse with the texture just sitting in your mouth.
Suddenly Donnie pulled you up from your seat, walking you from the room just as the other three were about to start a food fight. With a three fingered hand on your back you entered the soft shell's lab, and your confusion got interrupted when a metallic claw offered you an empty garbage bin.
“Spit. I know you still haven't swallowed your last bite.”
Oh yeah.
You spit out the pudding and felt tears gather in your eyes.
Why couldn't you just be normal? Everything was great and you're being a baby over nothing.
The tiny garbage can had been placed elsewhere and you took the last couple steps into a room with low lighting. Brown noise seemed to be playing from hidden speakers around the room. You turned to Donnie, and of course he already had an answer.
“This is my Overstimulation Panic Room. When I get overwhelmed, I come in here and it helps.”
You nod, looking back around the room and wondering what exactly you should do to ride this out. It took a gentle touch to one of your arms for you to notice you were squeezing yourself.
“If you would like I could offer you some pressure in the form of a hug?”
Donnie rarely offered hugs; you found it very kind he'd do so just for your own little meltdown. With another nod he wrapped you in a hug and squeezed, his chin on your head. You could guess he was using those same metallic claws to do other things on his phone, but you wouldn't expect anything else. The buzz from the speakers let you focus on things other than your mind, sounding like wind, and the dim purple lighting meant your eyes could take a break from seeing so many colors.
Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well Idk if you are open for request, if not you can ignore this one :)
I’d like to ask for a rottmnt x reader hc with a reader does kisses the back of the boys hand a lot, like those gentlemen-y acts but as a sign of thank you, appreciation, courting as well… maybe reader and the boys have mutual crushes and that’s their way of showing affection / desire to kissing them before actually being more courageous into asking to kissing them? Lol hope that makes e sense
Hope you have a good day
This seems absolutely adorable omg yes
Requests are open! Send an ask if interested :>
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Raph
When you kiss the back of Raphs hand saying goodbye it first catches him off guard
He finds it endearingly silly how you take his large hand in yours to do so, the contrast adorable in his eyes
After the next few times it flusters him, feeling your soft skin on his rough hands from all his years of fighting. He starts looking away to try and hide his wobbly smile.
You get more courageous and start doing it for any little greeting, like seeing him just when entering a room, even if you already saw him when you first got to the lair.
He becomes rather forgetful, needing to refocus on what he had been doing.
He finds himself often looking at his hands where you most recently kissed him, swearing that he could feel the ghost of your lips on his skin and feeling giddy.
One night when leaving you kissed his hand as usual, but you lingered, purposely looking up at him. He glanced at you since you were taking longer and finally it clicked for him.
The next time you're over, before you could reach for his hand he's picked you up in one arm, still offering his free hand to you. You giggle and kiss the back of his hand, and afterwards he kisses your lips, his fingers lacing through your hair.
Leo
The first time you kiss him across the knuckles he freezes for a moment and then asks, "uh, why so formal?"
Your reply of 'just cause' has him over thinking it until the next time you come over, though it still doesn't click
The second time, he takes your hand and does it back, never one to be outdone on grandeur, and he always greets you the same since then
Each time he tries to come up with a different greeting to say. "Hola mi estrella," "ciao, bello/bella," "hi there, hot stuff!"
Even if your usual reaction is to just laugh at him, he still loves getting any reaction out of you.
All his attempts to fluster you seem like they never even phase you, while when you kiss his hand he's fighting off a wobbly smile.
With this dance going on for so long, finally you meet his greeting with, "surprised you haven't gotten the hint and just kissed me already."
He can't save himself this time and actually sputters, which has you laughing at him again. He huffs and pulls you into a dip, saying "you literally asked for it," before kissing you.
Donnie
The first time you kiss his hand he is flabbergasted. Jaw dropped, almost looking disgusted but really he's just confused. You go to apologize and he shakes his head, stuttering out, "ah, um, it's fine."
The second time you're slower with it so he can pull away if he wants, and he doesn't, so you go through with kissing his knuckles and are only a little surprised when he does the same.
Is he doing it as a part of masking? Is he doing it to hide his blushing face? Is he doing it in an attempt to return politeness? Perhaps an amalgamation of all this and more.
He is in his lab corkboard and red stringing about these incidents now every time after you kiss his hand, trying to math out every little detail and why the sudden change.
Both of you are pining oblivious shy idiots honestly- reading social cues is already hard enough but with the two of you fumbling no one is getting anywhere any time soon.
Thankfully, or maybe not so, Mikey and Leo make a plan and bring Donnies theory board out into the lair on a night you're visiting.
Donnie is plotting murder while you're stuck not knowing how to react because it's just so romantic that he was trying so hard to figure it out.
You grab his hand and kiss his knuckles again, only to reach out with your other palm and place it on his cheek as you kiss him. His murderous intentions get put on the back burner.
Mikey
He's curious first but uncharacteristically he freezes stock still when your lips meet his skin. After you wave goodbye he's melting, almost falling to the floor.
The second time you do it you're greeted with a large smile, and Mikey asks giddily, "are you gonna be doing that every time now?" You answer yes.
He's looking smug as he holds out his hand for you ahead of time now, which always makes you laugh, which always makes him smile wider.
He's dancing around the lair. His brothers are rolling their eyes. He's like a teen girl losing their mind over a boy band just from your goodbyes.
On day he asks if he can have another. "Hmm, I don't know 'angelo, what's in it for me?" He plays along and offers a kiss to your knuckles in return. You take this deal, and he knows he's won with how much you blush.
He does this a few more times, just to absolutely 100 percent make sure and totally not just because he likes seeing you blush. It's the same song and dance prior every time, too.
The next time he's smiling so wide you know he's planning something. When he asks for another, you open your mouth with a similar protest to before, and he cuts you off. "I know, I know, a kiss for a kiss. I want both of mine first, though."
You raise an eyebrow, but shrug, taking both his hands to kiss the tops of each. After this he takes one of your hands in his, but the other is under your chin, and he kisses your lips.
