#mafia matsu

[royaltea000]

Aniki thirsting on main

[mallowkey]

Happy Pride month 🌈

(featuring Mr. Shocking and Mafia Karamatsu)

[thebardisabird]

if you’re talking about his Italian, I can help with that!

“giocattolo” means toy or plaything

“mi dispiace, per favore” means “I’m sorry, please”

hope that helps!

@hdhdgsgs

[kiyomitakada]

Sayu

[shaking] you've activated my trap card

okay so first. a confession. sayu reminds me very strongly of a character from a different franchise i am obsessed with. if it feels like half of these answers are hallucinations of a world where death note is much more sayu-centric then that is why. but theoretically you shouldn't be able to tell so Don't Worry About It

favorite thing about them: HER GUILT COMPLEX THE SIZE OF THE SUN. it is implied for exactly two panels. im insane about it regardless.

she thinks being kidnapped was her fault! she thinks the death note falling into the mafia's hands is her fault! girl what is wrong with you!!!!

i also like that ohba iirc said she became extremely paranoid after the kidnapping. i think this is because — well first of all obviously she doesn't want to be kidnapped again, but second of all, if she were kidnapped again she's afraid her family will have to go through even more shit to get her back

least favorite thing about them: [light voice] sayu. ive taught you the quadratic formula at least five times by now. look, here's the proof again. can you not see the inherent beauty of completing the square? [sayu voice] oniichan the scary thing about you is im not even sure youre joking

favorite line: "well, i think you're quite handsome, matsuda." "huh? really, sayu?!" "yup, if only you weren't so old, i might have thought about going out with you. too bad." "URK"

i like that sayu is just as good at maneuvering social interaction as light is. i like that she manages to very successfully defuse the tension in the room with this joke (because sachiko and soichiro are both furious at the idea that their daughter would ever date a cop). you can physically feel the air lighten. i think sayu's had to do a lot of this ever since light left for six months and came back not quite whole.

i also think the fact that she's so good at this means she has to have picked up on the fact that light doesn't actually like misa, and the fact that she deliberately asks him about marriage anyway makes me feel Some Kind Of Way. more on this later

brOTP: i mean it HAS to be light and sayu. i am of the belief that she is the one person light loves more than anyone else in the world. im also of the belief that sayu doesn't know this considering that she thinks light abandoned them. they've never talked about this because they don't talk about anything important anymore.

OTP: the real answer to this question is sayu/reader because one of my first ever fic ideas for this fandom was for a reader-as-sayu's-situationship longfic that starts when sayu gets kidnapped and the reader insert, in a panic to get her back, forces her way onto the investigation team. however if we restrict ourselves to canon only i think that sayu has had the world's worst most misery-inducing unrequited crush on misa ever since she was fifteen. also more on this later

nOTP: unironic matsu/sayu i guess?? i dont think ive ever seen this around though. i ship matsu/sayu the way i ship yaga/mane

random headcanon: she came out to light as attracted to girls (i can never decide if she's gay or bi or pan or what, but she definitely Likes Women) when she was thirteen, and once he got over the surprise light was genuinely fairly accepting of this. he teases her about cute girls at her school constantly. she's still not out to her parents though

unpopular opinion: god her arc is such a tragedy. i don't know if this is unpopular among the fans but im like 99% sure it's unpopular among the creators, i.e. ohba and obata did not do this on purpose. her becoming drastically less mischievous and more mature* in second arc is meant to show that she's twenty years old and all grown up now, does her essays by herself, and so on and so forth. it just so happens that i can and will interpret this as her watching her brother slip further and further away until one day he doesn't come home at all and suddenly the onus of keeping her parents happy rests solely on herself. little sister to eldest daughter speedrun!!!

(*there's probably a lot to be said about how many of o&o's "morally good" female characters, including some i've heard about in bakuman, fall into this Gentle, Mature stereotype. [not all! halle lidner i love you! but many.] they accept that their role in society is to play second fiddle to a man forever. all this is to say that basically i think sayu's arc2 personality is meant to symbolize that she's grown up to be The Perfect Woman and that it's a positive thing; however when you take the misogyny goggles off it reads exactly like repression)

i also think her opinion of misa is much more complicated than fanon gives her credit for? it's like

[canonical] wow my brother's girlfriend is really pretty and wow she doesn't dress modestly at all (<- was raised in a fairly conservative household and gets shocked by things like these)

[canonical] hi misa, i saw you in a lot of magazines! [headcanonical] i looked up my brother's girlfriend and found her website and then went to the corner store and bought all her magazines. for research purposes. 'cause i want to know what's up with this girl who's the first my know-it-all brother has ever been serious about. no other reason!

[off-screen canon: light calls sachiko and tells her that he's decided to live on his own with misa, "but my stubborn dad would be totally against it, so i'm going to be out of contact for a while" (chapter 34)]

[L dies, light moves in with misa for real, timeskip]

[canonical] "oh, light and misa. it's rare that you both come over together." [headcanonical/implied] misa spends time with the other yagamis outside of light? often?

[canonical] "you have a career now, light. when are you going to think about marriage?" okay 1) who are you and what have you done with sayu "light has a girlfriend?! wow!" yagami. 2) as aforementioned i truly believe sayu is smart enough to notice light doesn't like misa, like, he is not subtle about it. so:

[headcanonical] sayu, in a feat of retroactive justification her brother would be proud of, is determined to get yagamane to actually like each other because if they don't then why did light abandon them for so long?

[extremely headcanonical] sayu, in a feat of repression her brother would also be proud of, has decided that surely her crush of five years will go away if misa just marries light for real and becomes definitively unavailable forever.

christ that was longer than i thought it'd be. why didn't i just put this in the otp section

but anyway i think there are a lot of ways you could interpret their dynamic outside of my headcanons. i really like this fic which instead proposes that sayu hates her and is also incredibly in character!

song i associate with them: as i put in sachiko's answer she's soooooo "if you could coddle the infection they can amputate at once / i should've been i could have been a better son" to me. gestures back at the guilt complex. gestures back at the way she becomes so socially savvy to make up for light not even bothering to pretend to like misa. almost like she's making herself a replacement for the yagami family forever losing their perfect son archetype. im normal.

favorite picture of them:

she's so cute here

[underbosskunyang]

Mafia ichimatsu, mafia choro matsu .

I finally drew them. I've always drawn mafia Osomatsu, mafia Karamatsu, and they're all sexy as expected.

[hiriawrites]

disharmony. 4/??

Daichi is hard to surprise. He has to be, to lead a clan filled with headstrong, bloodthirsty assholes. But the Sawada kids have come the closest to surprising him since Kyōya discovered tonfā. He knows who they are and whose kids they are. Daichi makes sure to keep tabs on the people with connections to the Underworld. They’re under his protection, after all.

READ ON AO3 OR READ UNDER THE CUT

The Hibari Clan Head might not be Underworld unlike some members of his clan, but they do keep him up to date on the current intel. Sawada Iemitsu hasn’t been to Namimori in over a year, causing a rise in the amount of Mafia scum he has to clear out of his Territory since the Young Lion can’t keep his damn mouth shut. He knows that Nana Sawada gave birth a few months ago and seemed even more airheaded than possible soon afterward.

Something’s not right.

He watches as the kids settle on the mats in front of him. The eldest, Tsunayoshi, nervously rubs his pants while his twin, Chiyohime, watches him with suspicious eyes. The youngest is asleep in Chiyohime’s arms. 

“You’ve come to the Hibari for help, why?” he asks.

Tsunayoshi clears his throat nervously, eyes darting around the room before landing on his siblings and steeling his spine. “Something’s wrong with Okaa-san Hibari-san and I don’t know how to contact Otou-san for help.”

“What’s wrong with your Okaa-san?”

“She won’t touch Matsu-chan,” the boy answers quietly, “and she drifts around the house like a ghost.”

Postpartum Depression, possibly? Shinsuke’s wife suffered from it after Tetsuya was born. It probably doesn’t help that Sawada had fucked off back to Italy soon after getting her pregnant.

“Is there anything else?”

He shakes his head, some of that nervous energy returning. The twin hasn’t stopped watching him suspiciously, but he doesn’t begrudge her for it. With how much their parents have failed them already, he’d be suspicious of other people too.

Daichi hums thoughtfully as he weighs the pros and cons. He really doesn’t want to put the Hibari on the Vongola’s radar, but these kids are under his protection.

“I’ll help you,” he says.

Tsunayoshi lights up, slumping a little in relief.

“What do you want in return?” Chiyohime demands, speaking up for the first time.

“My son needs to socialize with people other than his cousin,” he answers dryly.

Tsunayoshi pales while Chiyohime presses her lips together. Daichi doesn’t let his humor show, Kyōya's reputation precedes him after all. 

“You want us to be friends with your son?” she clarifies.

“Yes.”

Tsunayoshi trembles briefly then firms his resolve, his brown eyes almost gleaming with a hint of orange.

“We’ll do it.”

[glitched-reflections-blog]

Mafia Matsus are taking hold over my life. I took a liking to this little bit I offhandedly wrote on a whim and I wanted to make a more detailed scenario with Oso. My headcanon is that he bluffs his nonchalance and sweeps you off your feet when you least expect it. I've been listening to Gramatik's stuff again, got inspiration from this song. Enjoy...

Don Osomatsu x Reader Scenario

You were undeniably radiant to him. A sight to behold. There was no one other like you. One of a kind - and not to mention kind in speech. He was used to taking from people. Their money. Their businesses. Their possessions. Even their lives if they dared breathe a word of scorn about his family. But you. You were the only one where he felt he had wronged you when he left with nothing but lackadaisical farewells after a short, pleasant chat. These conversations were a safe haven in disguise in an otherwise perilous way of life.

Eventually, the changes were subtle. A small wave when you glanced at his remarkable presence across the street. A passing remembrance that would continue to follow you until you would meet again.

Your heart-to-heart became more easygoing. He spoke less of general affairs from modern society, which was replaced with trite humor, and polite observations interchanged with fond admiration.

The week thereafter, strangers would bring you coffee at your seat at the reception's desk. Benefactors with unknown faces and cordial smiles. You never saw one person more than once. The cups never strayed from the source: your favorite café - never anywhere else. One cream and two sugars. On point as always. It was routine and you had not spent a single cent, not even with Osomatsu. You were beginning to recognize a pattern and the whimsical insinuations of your respectable companion kept you on your toes as you awaited for the next course of action he would take.

A single crimson rose found its way inside an opulent glass vase, large enough to house several more if one had actually given it more thought. Or emptied their wallet. It took its own small, designated space on your work area and you couldn't bring yourself to place it elsewhere. Its own pitiful concept amused you. What was the point of a spacious vase with only one flower? That thought had come to halt when the very next day, another of its kind sat comfortably next to it. No sign of who had left it there. Peculiar. A note was slipped under the vase with the words: "30 roses, and a night with me. 1 rose is all I need." No signature nor evidence of the note's owner but you had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.

You were patient. The roses, a calendar ticking off the days. 29 to go.

Whenever you asked Osomatsu about them, you were met with a soft chuckle and a change in subject.

On the last sunset, a rich and pristine white limousine was parked outside of the edifice of your workplace and you staggered, incredulous. Incredulous about this whole affair. You were pulled into the romantic pursuit of your dreams and you were elated like never before. As you boarded the vehicle, you imagined how your escapade with Osomatsu would go. Excitement took hold of your senses and the carriage to your enchanting soirée a prelude to the next chapter of your relations with the man who wants to capture your heart.

Your chauffeur led you to the golden gates of a hotel - one you recognized as the best in the city. The most prestigious and famous for its five star rating that only a celebrity could dream to afford. Commoners such as yourself could never set foot in such an establishment in their lifetime.

You gasped, unsure if this was a mishap or a trick of sorts. A hallucination caused by your hysteria.

The doors swung open and Osomatsu greeted you warmly, his meretricious bowing making you laugh with an adoring smile that appeared effortlessly through your features. He summoned a young woman who stood quietly in the background. In her hands, she held a black box tied closed with a velvety red ribbon, clearly a gift being bestowed to you.

"Please wear this and meet my master at the rooftop. He will be waiting for you."

Without a moment's hesitation, you were ushered inside a changing room. As you opened the package, a gorgeous tiered wine red evening gown/a dapper black blazer and red dress shirt and matching pants with a rose lapel pin lay snugly inside. You wasted no time in changing attire.

You rushed to the elevator, a bounce in your step. It was clear with unobstrutive glass and the panoramic scenery outside made you starry eyed at the myriad lights of the city buildings, reflective of the monumental galaxies of the twilit sky.

At your destination, the elevator opened to reveal Osomatsu standing inside a moderately square marble floor surrounded by a small canal of water on its contours, rose bushes placed around the dimly lit plaza. An inticing waltz played and he extended his hand in courtesy, inviting you to dance with him.

His eyes lidded, he spoke in a sultry tone.

"All these roses, and the only one I need... is you."

[ohiyaspe]

I forgot to update my blog with what I’m working on...whoops

[shimmeringclouds]

Karamatsu - My Love For You

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢!𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Your hums filled the room, echoing pleasantly throughout the large hallways. You ran your hairbrush through your softened locks once more before setting it down onto the dressing table.

As you began applying cream to your hands and face, you heard another voice join in with your song, deep and baritone, fitting perfectly into the melody. You smiled at the figure through the mirror, watching as it made its way closer to you before wrapping its arms around your waist, leaning down to rest its head on your shoulder.

"My love. You look as beautiful as ever."

"Even when I'm just getting ready to sleep, Karamatsu?" You giggled, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He hummed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"Even then, you look as stunning as a rose, my [Y/N]."

Your cheeks tinted a light pink at his compliments, averting your eyes away from his smug smirk. Even after being married to him for so long, you would never get used to his constant shower of praises and words of caring love. You would have never known how a man neck deep in the business of the Yakuza had such a gentle soul, soft enough to love a simple girl such as yourself.

You felt his left hand lace itself with yours, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on the top of your wedding ring. You returned the action before standing up, allowing him to bring you over to the bed you shared. He moved away the bedsheets, waiting for you to lay down comfortably before reaching over to tuck you in, turning the lights off shortly afterwards.

The room fell dark, a light glow of the moon shining through the large curtains behind you, lining Karamatsu's face with pale hues of blues and greys. You could faintly see his large brown eyes wander the features of your face, following the curve of your cheeks to the bow of your lips.

He couldn't help but lift a hand towards your face, cupping your cheek gently, running his thumb over your skin. You reached your own arms out to clutch the front of his night shirt, pulling yourself closer to him, legs tangling together beneath you.

He leaned down slightly to place a long, loving kiss on your lips, sighing with relief as he was finally able to love you wholly after being kept away from you for so long. You melted into his touch, clinging to him as you kissed him desperately, hoping every drop of emotion you felt for him was conveyed in your actions.

Slowly, you both parted, staying close to each other as you gazed deep into each other's eyes, searching your souls together.

"To be able to call you my wife..." Karamatsu whispered, "Makes me the luckiest man in the world, despite my hands being tainted by the life of a Yakuza. You are my angel in disguise. My beautiful [Y/N]..."

Your heart skipped in your chest, beating rapidly as it became full with pure joy.

"I should be saying that about you, Karamatsu," you rested your chin on his head, running your fingers through his locks once more. "You saved my life when I first met you. Even if you are a man of the mafia, you still have a heart of gold. That's why I fell in love with you. And now, we're here. Together."

You kissed the top of his head as he buried his face into your chest, a slight dampness forming on your clothing.

"I love you, Karamatsu."

"I love you more, [Y/N]."

[mari-bellis]

I am kicking myself for not being around on tumblr for mafia matsus.

I am a sucker for mafia themes.

[cashmoneyravestars]

Aw

@qurioq

I’m sorry I’m not familiar with the Doll song you mentioned owo; Maybe I’ll look into it when I get the chance!

But anyway, I was actually inspired by a fan comic I read on pixiv by this artist, Gotaku (Sorry it’s in Japanese)

Keep reading

[ask-mobster-matsu]

Akumatsu Event

(Mod A: Hello everyone! Sorry for the inactivity! College really got me and the Osomatsu community has been pretty on the down-low for me as of late. I probably won’t be continuing the blog on a super regular schedule, but for now, I’ll nudge this event your way! It’ll run for 7 days, so y’all got lots of time to ask questions!)

[azulsartdump]

Don Karamatsu Expressions Sheet (Part1)

(Here’s everyone’s favorite boy!)

[kamicchisart]

this is the last thing u see before u die

[ask-the-matsuno-bois]

Pls, for the love of fuck, draw mafia Osomatsu with a stubble and show these losers how a real mafia leader manages shit around here.

Mod: Mafia Oso is best Oso, don’t @ me

[ask-iyamisdaughter]

@ask-mobster-matsu continuation of this.