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[kamyru]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Do you know how in the 3rd season of "Irresistible Mistakes" MC thinks that she is pregnant and things like this?

I really want a rewrite of the whole season for every LI, when MC actually gets pregnant.

Let them struggle. Let them co-parent. Let them talk with their co-workers and tell them that yes, we made a kid out of wedlock, so what?

Imagine Shun having to take the responsibility... Ehhh... Drama.

Do I want to write something like this? Definitely. Will I? Yes, but who knows when... Is anyone interested?

36 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#4

Look me in the face and tell me that he's not one of the most beautiful Voltage Inc character, I dare you.

This man is gorgeous. Can I just leave my life and start a new one inside "Oops! I Said Yes?!" as Togo's wife?

40 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

Things that "Her Love in the Force" characters said during an argument to hurt MC's feelings

(Do I have to write a version with the entire fight or better leave them just like this?)

Jin Namba

"The gap between us is bigger than just a couple of years."

Hideki Ishigami

"You're one of the reasons I avoided dating someone for so long."

Hyogo Kaga

"I had enough controlling relationships in my life."

At first, MC didn't understand what he was talking about. Though, with every second passed, Kaga saw how it went down on her, how she got that he just compared her to his father.

Shusuke Soma

"And that's what they call unhealthy jealousy."

Takaomi Tsugaru

"Don't act like you're my family when you're obviously not."

Seiji Goto

"Right now, I better spend some time with Subaru than with you."

Ayumu Shinonome

"Poor thing you were brave enough to confess to me, while I wasn't to confess to Sachi."

Toru Kurosawa

"I sometimes think that I was happier with one-nights stand than in a long-term relationship."

41 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

#2

Random Voltage Headcanon #7

Voltage characters that give me the "I'm not afraid of snakes, fire, darkness, bugs, strangers, storms, heights and other normies' things. But phone calls... Phone calls are a different story" vibes: Munechika Takado, Kaede Ekuni, Soryu Oh, Hikaru Aihara, Yuzuru Shiba, Toshiaki Kijima, Natsume Asaoka, Taki Kozaki, Shu Hasunuma, Kaoru Kirishima, Suzumu Mado, Seiji Goto, Taiga Kujo, Daichi Katsuragi, Ryogo Saikusa.

(I'm also afraid of phone calls. Fun fact: I worked part-time at a call center. But it didn't bother me because it was for work.)

50 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Random Voltage Headcanon #11

Voltage Inc characters that have shoulders large enough to carry you, your family, your pet, your village, your drools, and both Jack and Rose: Seiichi Setoyanagi, Hayachika Kasatsubaki, Rei Rindoh, Genji Higashiyama, Taro Akuchi, Kuranosuke Kiba, Akiyoshi Zaizen, Jun Araki, Jin Namba, Daichi Katsuragi, Munechika Takado.

53 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

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[tomhollandhasnolips]

soryu: the memories we made are the actual treasure

mamoru: u literally almost killed me by accident

soryu: that wasn't an accident

[buryyourfavouritestrope]

Soryu Oh - Request

A/N: This request got away from me in the space of the actual request and now, I can only apologise.

She knew better. She did, but it didn’t stop her eyes from following the dainty figures of Sakiko and Chisato. Nor did it prevent the thoughts from beating her down as she watched each woman attached to Eisuke’s arm or fleeing from Baba’s suite.

‘Oink’ The noise followed the maid everywhere. Always in the same nasally voice that stalked the hallways in every version of Tres Spades. Erika had wormed her vindictive nature into the quiet joyful moments the maid spent in the arms of the man she loved.  

Mirrors always remained behind her; her gaze fixed on the floor as she passed the reflective surfaces. Her free time, that she would spend relaxing with the boys, had been plagued with diet pills and frequent trips to the same websites. Soryu hadn’t touched her. Not in a while. It was her doing; he’d wanted to rest a hand on her thigh as they watched a new detective film, but she had flinched and muttered a half-hearted excuse to leave.

She knew Soryu thought nothing of it. The Ice Dragons kept him busy, and he’d relax with the other auction managers whenever he had some downtime.

“There it goes again” Erika chimed “On search for more food. The penthouse guests must get their kicks watching the piggy clean”

“Don’t listen to“ Chisato began. Her eyes dropping with her words as they watched the young maid smile whilst her body, flinching, made its way to the penthouse elevator. Mr Ichinomiya had requested her presence. The words that sunk their claws with each step could wait. Mr Ichinomiya needed her.

With her eyes closed she stepped into the overly polished space. She couldn’t tolerate looking at her reflection. A distorted clone would stare back at her; beads of sweat glistening under the spotlights and fabric suffocating her held together by flimsy black buttons.

Eisuke sat, as he always did, in the centre of the Spades Room. The other auctioneers, all but Soryu, gathered near them. Hesitantly she approached. Her hands held in front of  her. Sharks swam ahead of her: beady dull eyes ravenous as she awaited her employers’ orders.

“You’re late…and sweating” He quipped. “Perhaps we should have Mr Kenzaki order you a larger more breathable uniform” she hoped as his words died against her ears, that Ichinomiya hadn’t meant the words or that her vicious mind wouldn’t fixate on the term ‘larger’. She’d gained a few pounds just as fast as she lost them. Ryosuke had been partially to blame. The boy had brought her a fruit tart as an attempt to correct an error he’d made one time, and the one time had turned into multiple times. She could barely remember the boy turning up without some form of confectionary.

“Eisuke, you should speak to a lady with more caution” Baba’s voice, always kind, chastised the man. “Can’t you see she’s crying”

She hadn’t noticed. When had the manager’s forms become so blurry that their colours began to merge? When had they started to cascade down her cheeks?

“If she can’t take honesty, she’s no better than swine”

“Eisuke!” Soryu’s voice seethed with anger. His frame shielded her as best it could, but he wasn’t broad enough to hide her completely. She focused on that; she obsessed, as he legs carried her further from the penthouse and in turn from the hotel, on what Soryu looked like with her by his side. She was an embarrassment to him.  

--

The Tres Spades had become a mere speck in the distance by the time she had collapsed against a wall. The shadows of an alleyway had pulled her into its depths; blocked from the view of others she found the safety in the isolation. She couldn’t hear the mocking sounds of swine; all she could hear in the small sanctuary were her laboured breaths.

Her knees buckled beneath her; her frame falling to the floor in a heap as she began to cry harder. Part of her begged for Soryu to round the corner any second, his secure arms wrapping around her whilst he whispered the same sweet nothings he used to say in the dead of night. The sobbing swallowed all noise as she pressed fists into her eyes.

“Imagine how well the boss will treat us when we bring in the Ice Dragons’ girl”  A slurred voice startled the woman. Her tear-stained face looking at the source of the voice. She hadn’t noticed the men.  

Two gang members stood opposite her. One short and stout with a belly that struggled against his shirt, and the other comically tall with an oversized suit. The two hardly looked a threat, if hadn’t been for the bloodthirsty gaze with which they stared at her. Blood running cold she attempted to move further from the duo.

No-one around here knew her; she barely knew where she was. She couldn’t call for help. There’d be no Ice Dragon’s wandering on patrol in this neighbourhood. No Inui following Samejima. The two men pressed further forward; as she began to retreat into her mind. She wanted to apologise to Soryu; she wanted to hug the man as though he’d disappear if she released him.

She barely recognised the vague call of her name. Not as impending doom beckoned her. It was the gunshots that broke her free of her thoughts. One of the two men staggering as they fumbled with their own weapon, she followed the direction he pointed it. Scared eyes meeting the less then calm eyes of Soryu.

“Get away from her” He barked; he was there. Soryu had found her like he had so many times before. Soryu moves as quickly as he can, his bullets covering him as he grabs her. In a few seconds; she can see it in the way Soryu flicks his eyes briefly to the side of him, in a few seconds there will be reinforcements.

As soon as his jacket is in front her, she grabs for the material. Her face buried in the soothing scent that accompanies the man she loves. His unarmed hand holding her to him. Within in seconds she can hear the alley flooded with footsteps. She can hear the desolate cries of the two men as they attempt to retreat with their lives.

“I’m not sure what’s going on with you and believe me I want nothing more than to find out what’s torturing you. But right now, I need you to move.”  Soryu pleads. Soryu places the gun in his hand on the cement beside him.  With ease he lifts her, his gun abandoned for one of the dragons to collect as he walks out of the alley to an awfully parked car.

“Put me down, I’m heav-“ She stops herself, her eyes consumed by the deep crimson mixing with the cool grey of his jacket. She can see the frayed material. “You’re hurt, Soryu put me down you’ve been shot”

“No” He grumbles as he ducks into the vehicle. Inui clambers into the passenger seat, Samejima into the driver’s seat. Soryu sits her on his lap, his hands clamped tightly around her, and she can feel the blood oozing onto the material of her uniform.

“Soryu please. Let me go” She begs, fresh tears – not for herself but for him – falling down her cheeks.

“I can’t. No. I’m not letting you go again” He whispers; there’s a break in his voice. “I almost lost you, I haven’t got enough fingers to count how many times I’ve almost lost you. It’s my fault. I told Eisuke to call you to the penthouse before I got there. That crass bastard said something, that much I can gather.” A grimace shadows his features briefly as he places his forehead against her.

“You got hurt because of me if I hadn’t run out of there. If I hadn’t taken Eisuke’s words about my appearance to heart. You wouldn’t have been shot”  She cries.

“Shh” He hushes her, one hand smoothing her hair. “I don’t mind these wounds as long as I got them protecting you. There’s only one person, no make that two people, you should be listening to about how you look. That’s you and me. You are every inch perfect in my eyes, regardless of how much you weigh or how much sweat you’re covered in.” He adds

Her lip’s part ready to protest but the argument dies on her lips as she looks into his eyes. There in the fleeting streetlights, she can see the silent plea for her to believe him, for her not to protest. In his soft features he begs for her to see herself how he sees her.

[thisismisogynoir]

People will see a white person appropriating culture and not bat an eye but God forbid a Black woman *checks notes* dress up like a character

OKAY BUT WHERE'S THE LIE THO'?

I guess Black culture just isn't as worthy of respect as other cultures.

I guess Black women just don't deserve to express interests in the things they love that aren't just hip hop, rap, etc.

I guess Black women don't deserve to be safe in a space where their contribution is appreciated.

I guess Black women don't get to be feminine and cute and whimsical and have fun or do anything but be hypersexual and loud.

I guess Black women deserve to be chased out of circles and be made to feel like an outsider or the villain for doing anything outside of their "scope" yet white women, the "default" get to do anything and everything.

I guess white women are always accepted and allowed first before Black women when it comes to other minorities.

And I guess we aren't really safe anywhere.

But oh, those are just hypotheticals, of course.

[sugaslilsugabby]

Dominance

!!!!!NSFW CONTENT!!!!!

AN: I was supposed to have posted this a while ago but baby boy got sick and while I was writing this my computer crashed and I lost it because I wasn’t able to save it.

Summary: You finally decided it was time to spice up your sex life with Soryu

Pairing: Soryu x Reader

word count: 1,826

As always, enjoy the nsfw content 💗

Your relationship with Soryu was something you dreamed of. You couldn't believe you got blessed with such a kind-hearted and attentive boyfriend who always put you first. Your only complaint? You wished he was more aggressive and dominant in the bedroom. You were so precious to him that if he ever inflicted pain on you he would never forgive himself. You didn't have any other complaints, sex with Soryu was great and he always made sure that you'd cum more than once, but other than that it was very vanilla, just you palming his erection through his pants had him blushing furiously. The same man who loved bathing with you and camping out between your legs would get so embarrassed when you'd try to give him a blowjob. You decided it was time to try spicing up your sex life, you knew he was capable of being an aggressive lover but his fear of harming you would get in the way. You took advantage of the fact that you had the day off and he left to the office early, so you sprung into action.

You had bought new lingerie at the mall, you had no idea what you were doing and if it would work, but Soryu had never seen you in sexy lingerie, you usually wore plain colored underwear that had no imagination to them, your eyes landed on a royal blue lingerie set, royal blue see-through lace that had a ribbon placed in the middle of the bralette and a ribbon on each side of the underwear, you knew you had to buy it. Stepping into your bedroom you set your shopping bag onto the bed and went straight for the shower to clean yourself up and shave. After your shower, you blow-dried your hair and curled it. You got a text message from Soryu saying he'd be home in twenty minutes give or take, which was more than enough time for you to get ready. You put on the new lingerie, threw away the evidence, and threw on one of his button-up shirts, you'd never worn one of his shirts before it was something new. After changing, you went to the living room and sat on the couch, scrolling through your social media.

It wasn't long before you heard the jingling of keys and the door opening, you looked up to see Soryu, giving him a smile you got up from the couch, walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the hollow of his throat seeing as you couldn't reach any higher, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into your neck and leaving soft kisses there. "You look good with my shirt on." You looked up at his face and giggled, you wrapped your arm around his neck and jumped up, your legs wrapped around his waist. "Your shirts are comfy, I should've stolen one sooner." You kissed him on the cheek, he chuckled as he began walking towards the bedroom. He plopped you down onto the bed, "I'm gonna go shower, we'll watch a movie when I'm done." You nodded and watched him walk to the bathroom before he closed the door, the sound of the shower starting a few moments later. You laid back on your side of the bed, grabbing your phone again you started scrolling through it again, lifting your legs so your feet were planted on the mattress and your knees were in the air. You were so engrossed in your phone you didn't realize Soryu had stepped out of the bathroom, what you also didn't realize was that the position you were in gave him a clear view of your underwear, you jumped slightly as your phone was pulled out of your hand, looking up you met those stunning grey-blue eyes that you adored so much, you went to ask him if he was alright but before you could speak his lips were on yours.

It wasn't the normal soft kiss you and him would share after he'd come home, in fact, it was a kiss so dizzying and intoxicating that you couldn't get enough of it. Soryu ran his hand down your side, prompting a moan from you which gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, your tongues moving in sync, trying to fight for dominance. He broke the kiss, pulling away while still panting. "Y/N don't start something you can't stop." His voice low and laced with lust, his eyes half-lidded, his lips puffy and pink, wearing nothing but the towel from the shower he had moments ago. You bit your lip, your core soaked and clenching around nothing, your hands traveled downward toward the towel around his waist, hooking your finger on the towel you looked up at him with the same half-lidded stare, "Why stop it when it's something I equally want? Except instead of holding back you can be as aggressive as you want." A low growl rumbled in the back of the throat as he ripped his shirt off of you, buttons flying everywhere. "You want rough? I'll give you rough." You let out a loud moan as he starts nipping from your neck down to your collarbone, his hand cupping your right breast. "You knew what you were doing huh? Wearing my shirt, and putting this on. You're a fucking tease you know that?" His hand moving from your breast, ghosting down your stomach till they reach your slick folds, his fingers rubbing up and down your clothed slick core eliciting a whine from your lips as you arched your back, him taking the opportunity to slip his hand under you and unhook your bra, freeing your breasts.

He latched his mouth on your nipple, emitting a cry from the back of your throat, his tongue around your nipple and the occasional nip set your core on fire, you weren't sure if you could become any wetter but the feeling of him sucking, licking, and nipping at your nipple was orgasmic on it's own. He started kissing from your breasts down to your stomach, nipping lightly occasionally. He slipped your panties off, the cool air making you jump slightly, he pressed soft kisses on your thigh before pressing a kiss on your clit. Just the kiss alone sent your hand flying to his head, your intertwining with his soft locks. He chuckled slightly before licking a stripe through your folds, a moan leaving your lips as you gripped his hair slightly, the sight of him looking up at you from in between your legs was magical. You were brought back from your thoughts when he sucked harshly on your bundle of nerves that had your back arching and hips bucking, a strained cry of his name as he slipped two fingers in your soaking core, not giving you time to adjust to his fingers he began pumping them vigorously, the feeling of his lips sucking on your clit and his fingers relentlessly hitting your g-spot had you seeing stars. Your hand gripping his hair tightly, his name falling off your lips like a chant as your orgasm hit you, Soryu lapped up your release before sitting up, you took the opportunity to throw him off guard, before he could take off his towel you pushed him back and straddled him, you could feel his arousal on your slick folds, the towel blocking the skin on skin contact. You ground your hips against him, a groan escaping his lips and he bucked his hips upwards, you reach down between the two of you and palmed his erection as you left kisses on his neck.

You situated yourself in between his legs, placing a kiss on his clothed erection, his hips bucking at the sensation. You removed the towel, his rock hard erection springing free you licked your lips before pressing a kiss to the tip before licking a stripe up his shaft, Soryu threw his head back and let out a groan. You took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while your hand worked the rest of his length, a string of expletives leaving his mouth as his gripped your hair, you had never really given him a blowjob before, he always was so embarrassed about it, it was like he was a completely different person. You relaxed your throat before taking his entire length, nose resting against his taught underbelly. He pulled you back by your hair before smashing his lips against yours, tasting yourself on his tongue was erotic on it's own. "I'm not finishing until I'm pounding you senselessly." He laid you down before spreading your legs and snapping his hips against yours, a whimper fell from your lips as you arched your back, your nails instantly scratching down his back. He pounded into you, not giving you time to adjust to his girth, groans spilling from his lips. The sensation of him plowing into you without letting you adjust was addicting, your warm walls enclosed him like a love letter in an envelope, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your moans got louder, the constant pounding against your g-spot hurtling you to your undoing faster than you thought. "a-agh Soryu ngh mm not gonna last." You could barely choke that out as you were on the edge of your release, he smirked, his hand snaking down between the two of you, rubbing figure eights on your clit. A scream of his name left your lips as you came hard. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs shaking violently from the pleasure, the feeling of your core clenching down on his cock had him releasing deep inside of you with a growl. Coming down from your high you were a panting, whimpering mess.

You looked up at Soryu to see him panting, he brought his head down to rest his forehead against yours, you kissed him softly and smiled at him, he lifted his head and pulled out you, a whine escaping your lips at the emptiness. He cleaned himself up before cleaning you up, he laid next to you and cuddled you. "Was I too rough?" You shook your head and smiled at him before nuzzling your head into his chest. He started lazily running his fingers up and down your arm, you started dozing off at the feeling. he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Soryu.." You looked up at him, him looking down at you, "promise me you won't hold back anymore?" He chuckled, "Are you sure?" You nodded your head, "If I have to persuade you by wearing your clothes I will." He rolled his eyes, a smirk on his face. "You wear my shirt when you welcome me home again I'll take you then and there sweetheart." "You bit your lip. "Is that a promise Mr. Oh?"

[juvellita]

Hello I was wondering if you could do a headcanon on what mc would do if the bidders turned to babies. This blog is a hidden gem by the way

Mc's reaction basically:

Poor mc. She basically have to deal with their constant paging bcs they needy af as adult too. Just imagine them being 10× worse LOL

This being said, mc, responsible as she is, will still take care of them since she secretly thinks kid bidders are cute af lol. Plus, she is so used to their shet it's nothing new. She will probably try to look for ways to turn them back to normal.

Also, thank you! I spend way less time and effort than I used to, but I am glad there are still followers out there 😭😭

[flatsuke]

What type of shenanigans do you think Soryu, Luke, and Eisuke have done in both their school days and current days?

I forgot which story it was, but I know that Soryu mentioned that he, Eisuke, and Luke once snuck alcohol into their dorms and got drunk (well, Luke did and tried to kiss Eisuke lmao). 

I feel like Eisuke would be the type to instigate any mischief and Luke would enable it lol. Soryu would be the voice of reason trying to stop them, but alas. I’m like 100% sure their dynamic is still like this.

[n-abila]

Eisuke: Bro I had a dream we fucked

Soryu: Bro it’s just a dream

Eisuke: Gay I wouldn’t fuck you

Soryu:...you wouldn’t?

Eisuke: Unless you want to ;)

Soryu: ;(

[elaera23]

Imagine the Bidders giving you Pep-Talk before a date:

MC: I’m nervous, I hope everything works out and that he’ll be nice.

Baba: You’re our princess, of course he’ll be nice to you! Every guy who doesn’t appreciate that pretty face of yours is a jerk!

Ota: And you are very obedient, Koro.

Eisuke: If he doesn’t like your coffee, he’s a dumbass.

Mamoru: Ain’t forgettin’ ‘bout that cute smile of yours, kid!

Soryu: For once I have to agree with the slacker, and you make the best omlette.

Eisuke: I think we are all on the same page on this point *he looks at the other Bidders* If it doesn’t work out, we’ll kill him.

All Bidders: Agreed.

MC: Awwww, guys, thank you! But I don’t think that’s necessary. *waves and leaves the room*

MC, muttering to herself: Now I really hope that he’s nice... for his sake.

[kisssedbaddestbidder]

Resistance - Soryu

My breathing was getting heavy and heavier, as I felt the room tension rising. The single hanging storage light made All eyes intimidating, looking me from head to toe like a beast choosing which limb to rip of first, although that’s what they think but I have a different idea in mind. I grip my gun and think how I’m going to handle these men. I’m trapped, for now.

I’m weak and vulnerable in their eyes but as I think about the five bullets I have in my magazine, There’s a small door just right behind me, if I could just-

“Just stop with this nonsense”

A low familiar voice say behind me, I turn around reveling him in all his glory. His arm was wounded badly from the shooting that took place earlier, in my heart ached seeing this sight but I had to suck in my breath remembering, now he is my enemy, a rival

“You have no right to say that” I said I’m a strong sounding tone, making sure he heard me loud and clear.

I get out of here and end this soon before they killed me. “I see nothing good in you anymore...” I raised my gun up towards the dangling light.

“Soryu...”

I pulled my trigger and a loud bang echoed the room before it was filled with shooting from all directions

I loved you, but you had other plans layed out for me. Gave me no choice so I acted on fear and this is what I’ve become.

(This is just a little something I did a two years ago. It was suppose to be my debuted but it soon cut short bc life happened~ but here was the first lines I wrote hope u enjoyed it~)

[rhomsfanfic]

Can I request a scenario where mc and soryu attend a large dinner held by a high mafia group. All of the leader of mafia has to attend. One of the leaders intends to kill soryu with poison in his food. Mc overhead the plan and at the last minute she switch the poisoned food with hers. I'll leave it to you to decide whether mc survive or not. Angst is life ♥♥

Thanks for requesting, I hope you enjoy it! Aside from my characterization problems, I am not all too confident in my angst, but I will try my best!  (ง'̀-‘́)ง I also decided to do it in a Reader perspective as I feel more comfortable with that at the moment, hope that’s alright!

Taking deep breaths as you speed through the hallways, you tried to remain calm and collected. Inside you were worried sick, your hands shaking and your mind buzzing from processing all the thoughts you had after witnessing that. You were gone only for a few moments, withdrawing to the bathroom, and leaving Soryu behind at the party.

You didn’t expect to stumble over a few men, standing around the corner next to the bathroom, talking about poisoning food and especially ‘dealing with the leader of the leader of the Ice Dragons’. Of course, you weren’t as dumb as to brush it off as nothing, especially not at a place like this where so many dangerous and brutal people were assembled in one place.

The men sounded quite serious as they were explaining their plan, luckily loud enough to hear. All you had to do was return to Soryu’s side and make sure to tell him about what was going on. You knew he’d listen to you. He had to. And yet, you had such a bad feeling, questioning what was about to happen yourself.

Thanking the guard at the door for holding it open for you, you stepped back into the full room, people laughing and chatting as if this was a charity event and not a mafia-meetup. You yourself had troubles with understanding all the things that these people talked about, instead smiling and nodding as expected of the wife of a leader.

You stood there, stretching on the tip of your toes to make out Soryu throughout the masses. You would have recognized him everywhere, even with his back turned and everyone attending in a suit, so it was no wonder when you found his slick back, black hair in the masses. At his sight, your heart gave off a sting, your feelings right now worrying you sick.

As quick as possible, you tried to get through the masses, apologizing left and right. Even though you were used to walking in heels now, you couldn’t do anything as you got caught up in a wrinkle in the carpet, tripping and spraining your ankle painfully. Even with some people staring you smiled through your pain, brushing off your incident as best as you can and approaching your husband with a limb.

When he noticed you, he excused himself from the person he was talking to, hurridly approaching you and offering you an arm to hold on as he noticed the pain in your expression. “Soryu, we have to get-” You were harshly interrupted by the chilling sound of a microphone echoing through the room and one of the operators speaking up. “Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may invite you to the dining room now. Food will be served there and we hope every one of you enjoys it!”

Biting your lip you turned around again, wanting to warn him once more, though it was Soryu himself who interrupted you. “Can you walk?” He gave a worried glance down at your ankle and you could feel that it was starting to swell, the strap of your shoe cutting into your flesh.

“Y-Yeah… But more importantly: We really need to lea-” There was another harsh interruption by a man approaching the two of you. You recognized him as one of the ones that had talked about the poisoning before and even though both you and Soryu stood up straight, you couldn’t help but glare at him. “Mister and Misses Oh, please this way, we are sure you will be satisfied with what we have to offer to our honorable guests.”

The two of you were practically shoved into the dining hall and seated before you could protest. Around you, people were already clinking their glasses and drinking, laughing merrily. Turning towards Soryu, you tugged at his sleeves without any response as he was conversing with the person to his right. You could see that it was wearing him out to be this present and always having to keep up his professional act, but right now you wished more than anything he’d listen to you.

The first course was brought out faster than you could ensure his safety and you stared at Soryu’s plate in horror. You still hadn’t been able to bring it up and slowly panic started to spread inside of you. He noticed your worried look at his food, asking, “What’s wrong?” while cutting down a biteable piece of it and picking it up with his fork.

You had to do watch him slowly raise it to his mouth and suddenly the panic overcame you, taking away all your reasonable actions for the situation. With a loud “Don’t!” you grabbed for his hand, basically feeding yourself with the fork. Immediately you regretted this action, as you felt your stomach retract itself as the inside of your mouth touched the ruined food and started to burn.

“It’s poisoned…” you managed to wheeze before ending up in a coughing fit, the tears filling your eyes from the pain you felt shooting through your body and little black and white frizzles appeared in your line of sight. You heard him shout your name before breaking down in your chair, a loud commotion arising around you.

You saw how his eyes were filled with immense pain and worry, a grim grimace playing around the features on his face before you blacked out completely.

But he was safe. That was all that mattered.

[tomhollandhasnolips]

eisuke: ur a tall dumb bitch lmao

soryu: u have a flat ass.

eisuke: y-you tAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW

[buryyourfavouritestrope]

Soryu Oh - Goodnight Part 2

A/n: i reread this after a couple notifications and I thought why stop at two parts. Make that three parts, plus if I only had 2 the second would be incredibly long. So enjoy. We stan one Chinese mafia boss.

The gentle shifting of paperwork accompanied the dull silence in the Ice Dragon’s office. Occasionally he’d find the pen in his hands faltering as his mind recollected a fleeting memory. He could still remember the red tint of her skin and the way her breath had hitched as his fingers had rubbed circles into the skin of her thighs. If he tried hard enough – if he concentrated enough, he could still feel the warmth that at one point covered his lips.

A wobbly sigh fell from the man; he pinched the bridge of his nose in a desperate attempt to dispel the memory. Now was hardly the time to remember the way she clung to his shoulders, or her soft fingers in his hair. If the others could see him now, he’d be the running joke for the next few auctions. His icy façade would be reduced to dust with just a few quips from Baba and Eisuke.

“Mr Oh?” Came a timid voice, he could barely believe his ears as he jumped in his seat. His eyes flicked to the door. Upon confirmation that the door was indeed still closed and a softly spoken maid had not seen a grown man jump in his seat like a teenager being caught on the wrong type of website by their mother, he released his breath. An almost inaudible chuckle sprung from the recesses of his throat. “Mr Oh, are you in there?”

“Ah come in” Oh coughed; his cheeks briefly dusting red at the notion that he’d failed to respond. Soryu’s eyes – to his frustration – followed her form much like a predator. In every step she took he remembered the bar as she leaned so close to him that the lavender in her scent had embedded itself into the fabric of his suit jacket. In the way she greeted him with a soft smile, he remembered the way she had laughed through the corridors and the way she had looked at him as she pushed the hair from his forehead. “To what do I owe this pleasure” He announced. For a minute the Ice Dragons’ boss found himself showing his gratitude to whichever benevolent god allowed his voice to stay firm.

“Eisuke wanted me to ask you to come to the Penthouse, apparently you weren’t answering your phone” Her words graced the air, almost as though every syllable were a tiny ballerina dancing the swan lake. Soryu took a moment to flick his gaze to the screen of his phone. The device hadn’t rung since morning when Mamoru had confirmed that Inui had been released with yet another caution. Eisuke hadn’t requested him. He’d have known. The man’s ringtone had been set to a deafening noise that closely resembled a chihuahua. “You’ve got a nicely decorated office; in fact, this whole building wasn’t what I imagined.”

“What did you imagine?” Soryu queried with a quirk of his eyebrow. He gestured for her sit as he slowly lifted himself from his own seat. “Tea?” He added.

“Please. I guess I imagined guns and blood everywhere, burly men with scars and tattoos. Not…” She trailed off deep in thought as she watched Soryu busy his hands with the tea brewing. He could see in her small winces that his tea brewing skills weren’t the best, but he’d be damned if he asked her to that sort of thing outside of her workplace.

“Not golden retrievers and Labradors” He jested. The comment brought a half-stifled laugh from her, and he revelled in the way her eyes squinted in amusement. In all his years Soryu had made few people laugh, instead he treated people with a respectable distance. This was the first time he genuinely found himself wanting to hear someone’s amusement. He wanted to make her cackle until tears spilled from her eyes.

“That’s probably the easiest way to describe Ryosuke and Samejima, Mr Oh. Both fiercely loyal and friendly” She responded. Soryu froze for a second as he lifted both cups of tea. In her drunken state she had no problem calling him by his name and yet. She’d returned to the formality of his last name. He hadn’t felt further from the woman. The closeness they had shared had been shattered that night. “I forgot to apologise and thank you for lending me your suite the other night. I did want to thank you the next time you came to the penthouse, but Mr Ichinomiya said you’d been too busy to come”

Soryu’s stomach dropped in an instant. His cup tilting just enough for a dash of amber liquid to fly over the edge. He felt the pain almost immediately as he jumped from his seat. The cup finding its way quickly to the table.

“Are you ok?” Her worried voice filled his ears as he let the sensation pass. He peeled the material of his shirt – and once again thanked the benevolent gods – that he wore a black shirt. He nodded ferociously his voice to unsteady in his throat. “Is that the time? Eisuke will kill me if I’m late to get him his afternoon coffee”

“I’ll take you” Soryu found himself instantly speaking. A silent plea for her agreement. He wanted to spend a little more time with the woman, before Eisuke had her running errands until the balls of her feet ached. He couldn’t stop his chest from aching at her use of Eisuke’s name.

“I couldn’t, I interrupted your work” She countered. Soryu glanced at the long since forgotten paperwork, a few signatures and contracts could wait. Everything could wait if it meant five more minutes in her presence.

“I just finished before you came in.” Oh lied. His professional smile graced his features momentarily and he was thankful that they hadn’t spent enough time together for her to be able to differentiate. “Not to mention Eisuke”

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind…” The maid trailed off, her hand flying to her pocket at the aggravating beeping noise. “Speak of the devil” She whistled. Soryu found himself frowning, his hand unconsciously tightening. “We should probably get going”

--

Every jostle of the car sent Soryu’s mind reeling; every turn her body would tap at his and he’d be thrown back to that night, and to all the lonely hours where he had fantasised. He hadn’t been aware until they had pulled up at the hotel that he had been holding his breath. Or that he had unconsciously leaned further towards her soothing nature.

A hand remained hoovering at her lower back as he guided her through the hotel towards the penthouse. Soryu’s eyes had noted the ways her colleagues had cowered slightly at the sight of him; only to have relaxed as they turned their gaze to the happily smiling maid. Even as they walked into the Spades Room Soryu walked behind her, his hand reaching for any door as she walked in.

“Sor” Baba’s voice sang as he spotted the mafia boss. Baba’s gaze hadn’t missed Soryu’s subtle chivalry, Soryu could see it in the way the thief nodded with a smirk at him. “Mamoru has been tirelessly looking for you”

“He’s right, Kishi hasn’t slept since we had drinks. He kept moaning about the hassle you’ve been bringing him.” Ota’s voice boomed from the opposite side. Soryu rolled his eyes; his form moving away from the entrance, the maid having long since abandoned him to do her work.

The room settled into a comfortable hum of conversation between Ota, Baba, and the maid. Kishi remained silently glaring at the thief and painter from his position by the window. A cigarette hung loosely between his teeth as he casually acknowledged Soryu. The Ice Dragon frowned, before situating himself on the sofa. Soryu’s gaze unconsciously followed after the girl. Her figure gliding across the penthouse with as much ease as a swan on water.

“I must say, I thought you’d have succumbed to temptation before I had to call you here” Eisuke’s voice echoed across the sofa. His ever observant eye had watched the Ice Dragon – his friend – from the second he had entered with Ichinomiya property. Soryu shot him an icy glare. “Please, as much as I enjoy teasing you, I actually called you here for business.”

Eisuke whistled, the young maid spinning on her heal a coffee cup in hand. Her jaw tightened and a glint of fear flickered in her eyes as she awaited Eisuke’s commands.

“Coffee” Eisuke barked. She immediately spun herself back around, hands busy brewing Eisuke’s coffee. Both men watched. Only one held a menacing smile as his dull eyes moved over his new source of entertainment. Ichinomiya had thought about the multitude of scenarios between the maid and the mafia boss. He’d spent far too much time putting the pieces in place in order to test the Ice Dragon himself. “It was tempting right. To cross the boundaries again, after one taste it’s easy to get addicted. I’m certainly addicted to her coffee brewing skills.” Eisuke uttered.

Soryu clenched his jaw. His features adopting a stoic mask. A mask he hoped Eisuke wouldn’t break beyond repair.

“For half a million I’ll give her to you for a day” Eisuke remarked. “To do with as you please, perhaps you can finish what you started. For one whole day what’s mine could be yours”

“What business do you have?” Soryu questioned. Eisuke chuckled.

“Ever the businessman, the girl has eyes on her. I’m surprised she made it to your office without being snatched. Don’t glare, Kishi was waiting in the background” Eisuke explained. Lavender filled his nostrils as he blinked. He watched as his coffee was placed before him before the maid handed Eisuke his.

“Thank you” Soryu uttered. “If you know this, why hasn’t the useless detective done something already”

“I don’t care what happens to her.” Eisuke reprimanded “I’m telling you because we’re friends. Not to mention what happened between you both the other day. She doesn’t remember it was you”

“Give her to me” Soryu growled. For a second the air stilled, all conversation froze as Soryu’s anger flared. Eisuke’s eyes remained bored as he watched Soryu’s outburst. “The Ice Dragons can protect her; I’ll find the people who want to get to you”

“Relax Soryu. I’ve sorted it. It was too good an opportunity to tease you to pass up” Eisuke smirked. Soryu sunk into his seat, relief flooding him as he closed his eyes. He was regretting showing his face.

“Eisuke, I’ve finished cleaning, if you’ll excuse me.” The maid announced; Soryu lingered on her use of Eisuke’s name. “Goodbye Mr Oh”

The pair watched her retreat. Eisuke casting an amused smile at his friend.

“Still Mr Oh, Sor.” Baba beamed. “I wonder why you’re the only one she calls by their last name.”

“Shut it” Soryu grumbled.

[otomeonfleek]

Imagine: KBTBB and Budgeting

As someone from a less well-off financial standing, the way he spent his money was horrifying. Sure, there was a slim chance that he would ever be dirt-poor, however your frugal mentality itched to improve his senseless spending. From himself or his circle of friends, the mentality of grabbing items first then carelessly dropping nearly a million dollars to pay them off was not uncommon. You however were the type of person to invest half an hour contemplating whether it was okay to spend $45. 

Ota:

Managing to convince the young artist to show you his recent spendings, you found yourself slowly turning pale and developing an eye twitch. 

He was pacing around the room as you ran through each of his purchases from that week. You paused before mumbling, “Are you telling me that these paintbrushes are $100,000 a piece?” With that knowledge, your eyes shifted to the metallic container laying unassumingly on his desk and housing the most ordinary-looking brushes ever. 

There was a small pause as the blonde turned on his heel, “...If you think that I’m going to Michael’s to buy cheap-ass synthetic brushes like the ones you use on your face for what you consider makeup, then you have another thing coming.” 

Without fail, the spite and ever-lasting sass of his stung you. You knew that him being especially nasty was a defense mechanism to distract from the fact that he was spending hundreds of thousands on brushes. Yes, art was his livelihood and passion which enabled him to make millions. However, there had to be more affordable brushes to consider. 

“Sweetie, are you sure there aren’t any other types of brushes you can try?” You gave him an uneasy smile at how his complexion suddenly darkened at your suggestion. 

Shooting you a mockingly sweet smile that earned him the title of ‘Angelic Artist’ in spite of his more sadistic nature, he countered you with, “Honey, are you sure there aren’t any other types of concealer you can try?” 

In horror, your hands automatically shot up to your under-eye area as you felt your insecurities slowly being unravelled by the savagery of Ota Kisaki. “Ota, you take that back!! You’re being especially rude.” 

Needless to say, that day and beyond you never re-opened the discussion on his brushes’ price points. Your pride was too great for it. 

Eisuke:

The both of you were seated on one of the many Italian and custom leather couches in the vast living area of the penthouse. His latest model of laptop was placed in front of you as he explained his finances with a rather bored expression.

Your lips were pressed in a tight line as you processed what he was saying and were internally screaming. “Tax evasion is illegal, Eisuke.”

The familiar and piercing sepia orbs of his rolled as leaned back to cross his arms defiantly in his infamous purple dress shirt. “So are the auctions and more than half of the other things we do here, but I didn’t see you complaining about it when I bought you.”

Sharply inhaling through your nose at how ridiculous he was, you growled, “What are you talking about?? I COMPLAINED. A LOT. The whole time and process, I complained!!! At one point, I think I even tried to run away!!!” 

Exasperated, you threw your arms in the air when you noticed him tapping away on one of his many smartphones. 

“Oh, were you saying something? I just bought another island using my off-shore account. That reminds me, I want coffee.” Not taking his eyes off his mobile device, he blindly reached for and held up his half-empty mug. You noted how it was encrusted with Swarovski crystals and decided this was a fight for another day. 

Thick and through, Eisuke Ichinomiya was a diva. A tax-evading diva with selective memory and a knack for buying islands in the middle of arguments that was somehow your boyfriend. 

“MC, I am still waiting on that coffee.” 

“Coming, Eisuke!” Maybe you wouldn’t ever stop him from technically being a criminal or help him be more reasonable in terms of finances, but you could give him decaf. Right on, MC! That will totally show him. 

Mamoru:

You were logged onto the desktop in your shared apartment with the detective’s banking statements pulled up and him lazing on a couch behind you. His feet were propped up as he sipped at a canned beer in his wrinkled work suit. Periodically, he commented on the muted game playing on the living room TV.

As you scrolled through the reports and did separate calculations on your smartphone, you grew more horrified. “Mamoru, you spend nearly $400 on cigarettes a month.”

Without even turning around, you could already envision his deadpan as he mindlessly commented, “What’s your point?” 

You swiveled the office chair and glared at the back of his mop-like head of hair, “My point is that you can’t be spending like this. You’re a cop and you don’t make nearly as much money as the other guys!” Sure, he assisted the bidders with the auctions and received a percentage, however he was hardly of millionaire status. If he was, would he really dress like that? The thought passed through your mind as you nearly snickered before snapping back to reality. 

“It’s my money and I can do what I want with it! If I damned please, I could buy a ticket to Cuba, buy my smokes there, and come back in one trip just to spite you! Hell, I could even buy myself a new suit from Macy’s for that same trip to Cuba!” Growing impressively heated, he finally sat up and shifted to shoot you a harsh glare. 

You briefly wondered if he somehow picked up on your silent judgement of his fashion choices and about how awfully specific he was being about Cuba along with Macy’s. 

Turning to face the computer screen, your fingers hovered above the mouse to a certain bit of his banking report and stopped. With a rather smug grin, you stated, “Babe, I’m looking at your checking account right now, and you can’t even afford a decent suit with that money. So what makes you think you can afford to go to Cuba?” 

From behind, you could hear him scrambling to his feet and nearly knock over the ratty fabric couch as he rushed to the computer. “THAT CAN’T BE RIGHT!!! I HAD AT LEAST A HUNDRED LAST TIME I CHECKED!!” In his desperation, he nearly shoved you to the side as he gazed at the screen. Any hope left soon was drained as he realized the truth. 

“Do you think if I started vaping I would save more money?” 

“I think if you started vaping, I would leave you.” 

Baba: 

The two of you were sorting through your shared walk-in closet and deciding which clothes needed to go. Unlike most of the bidders, Baba was very receptive to your ‘normal person’ customs and seemed eager to donate any unused items to charity. As his partner, you wanted to help in any way possible and were working towards maximizing his finances. 

That mission was on your mind as you started to note the extensive fedora collection owned by the international thief extraordinaire. They were some with the most blinding patterns (ie. zebra stripes) and most ridiculously resembling the iconic burgundy hat he was known for. Your hands wandered to check the brand names and also realized that many were still new with their price tags included. You choked at the several zeroes accompanying each tag. It was undeniable that you loved the man, but his fedoras were so damned tacky that their cost made no sense. 

From his corner of the closet, the older male glanced up from his pile of old shirts and asked, “Is something wrong, pretty lady?” The affectionate pet names was always pleasant to hear, but almost fell on deaf ears to you as you started to do mental math. 

“...Mitsunari, you don’t need all these fedoras, you just want them.” It was a harsh revelation that you admittedly winced at when delivering because of how dear the accessory was to him. You felt your heart pang when you saw his light demeanor fall. 

With his broad shoulders drooping, he asked in a rather small voice, “But don’t you think they look nice?” His thin and long digits reached up to run along the rim of his current and burgundy hat, almost as if to comfort himself. 

On the inside, you screamed how tacky you truly thought they were. However, you constructed a careful response for the sake of his feelings, “Dear, don’t you think you should cut back a bit on these...investments? You have dozens of fedoras here that you’ve never even used.” 

After several moments of silence in which you sweated bullets, Baba nodded with a suddenly cheerful grin. “Aww, you’re right! I’ll even wear this one to dinner! It’s Chanel!” He crossed the room and plucked one of his many pieces from the shelf with a rather victorious smile. 

You felt your very essence shake at how the hat looked exactly like the one he was wearing now and at the knowledge that a revered brand like Chanel would produce such a heinous accessory. In a way, you won. However, in another way, you still lost. 

Soryu: 

Out of all the bidders, you felt Soryu was fairly reasonable. If you omit his bad habit of brandishing his gun in public at rude waiters and Mamoru, he was pretty okay. When it came to checking his spending habits, you felt there wouldn’t be anything too outrageous. With that, you nearly lost your shit when you noticed a rather costly trend from his most recent statements. 

“Soryu! Sweetie, can you come here for a sec?” You called out to your mobster boyfriend from your comfy position on your side of the king-sized bed. Placing the Macbook on your lap, your face twitched at the numbers glaring across the screen. 

In a few moments, the rather tall and raven-haired male entered the room. He was still in his work suit and had been working in his office when you called. “Is everything alright?” His smooth baritone cut through the silence as he moved to sit at the edge of the bed by your feet. 

You noted how impossibly handsome he was and forced yourself to quit checking him out. This was a topic that needed to be addressed and his fine cheekbones would not stop you. “So I was looking at your recent statements and...how much money do you think you spend on hair gel?” Your eyes were suddenly glued on his shiny and slicked back hair. 

He seemed suddenly self-conscious as he shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. Pursing his thin lips, he tried to seem casual as he replied with, “I’m not sure. In a year, probably only a few hundred. I have tried some brands here and there.” 

You unintentionally squinted at him, wondering if he was knowingly lying to you. “Hmm. I hate to break it to you, but this past year you’ve spent several thousand on hair gel.” 

The more you thought about how much volume was in a typical container of hair gel, the more you wanted to break into laughter at how your partner was likely dousing his whole being in it. He had only so much hair and the idea of investing so much into it seemed ludicrous. Yes, it was nice hair, but how much product did he realistically need? 

Although silence was not uncommon for the Ice Dragon Boss, you still grew a bit nervous. He finally sighed and slightly dropped his shoulders, “I didn’t think I was that bad. It’s just that this brand I use now is imported from the Middle East with essential oils and...has extra holding strength.” 

No matter what, you could not laugh. You were biting down on your tongue so hard that you were sure that it was going to rip off. The way he was being so bashful about damned hair product made it morally painful to make fun of him. 

“...I can start using generic again, if you want me to.” He offered despite the obvious frown on his pale visage, eyes seeming pained at the idea of using low-quality gel. 

Although this entire situation was meant to minimize his extravagant spending, you did not have the heart to take this away from him. Damn it all, Soryu is a mobster boss and he deserves proper hair gel!

You reached forward for one of his hands and he easily allowed it. Rubbing soothing circles onto the back of his hand, you shake your head, “I won’t take this away from you. There are worst ways to spend your money like on cocaine or gambling which I’m sure Mamoru does.” 

Soryu seemed to flinch at the mentioning of his faux arch-nemesis but ultimately softened at your display of affection. “I’ll try to get help one day.”

[greatstarlightladypotato]

This is how Baba introduces the other bidders to other people... 😂😂😂

[mithology-marveloholick]

MC: Fuck. Oh wait!

Soryu: Not now, later babe

MC: I wasn't calling you!

Soryu: Then stop saying Oh!

MC: How am I supposed to stop saying Oh? You're the one with a stupid surname!

Soryu: It's gonna be your surname too!

MC: Are you proposing to me?

Soryu: YES! Will you?

MC: Yes! I will!

Bidders: What the fuck just happend?

@jxstaokiparadise your post gave me this idea and now the only way I now imagine Soryu proposing to MC