Chaoticcoffeeewitch - Born In The Wrong Universe

Castiel wip

It’s what everyone always expects of twins — either they are both the same, or they are mirror opposites. No one ever looks at the grey area in the middle, the place that would show you that actually they are two separate, complex individuals, like any other person.

But that isn’t novel, so people don’t see it. Thus Atsumu is characterised as being the emotive twin, and Osamu the closed off twin. The ‘chill’ brother, the rational one.

From a young age Osamu played into it easily, learning to internalise everything, whereas Atsumu got to express himself. It came with advantages and disadvantages, like how Osamu could easily blame Atsumu for things he didn’t do because adults tended to believe him more.

What people didn’t know about Osamu was that he could be very jealous, spiteful even. Not that it’s inherently bad to be those things, but people didn’t expect that from him, so it was easier to keep it hidden.

It knotted up inside his stomach and took hold of his heart as he watched you laugh with Atsumu. He wished he could reach inside himself and pull it out like a weed — he knew it was irrational, that he had nothing to worry about.

Yet still, he couldn’t unwind the glare from his face, even when Suna raised his eyebrow at him in amusement as if to say ‘seriously?’

No one really expected Osamu to be insecure, especially not when it came to Atsumu. From an outsider perspective it was Tsumu that often whined about being compared to each other, recounted stories of how everyone hated him in school, how Osamu had been a better player for most of their childhood. What everyone failed to see was that Osamu was simply a good liar and Atsumu was not.

In his mind, he was… regular. He was stable, routine, closed off. Atsumu was adventurous, bright, endearing in his own way, he carried a proverbial spotlight with him wherever he went.

You had known them both your whole lives and after years of running in mental circles, he could not understand why you chose him.

Walking with your hands intertwined and sheltered in his coat pocket, he looks up to admire the cloudless night sky. You study him from the corner of your eyes, lip pressed into a tense line.

He’d been distant tonight. Actually, he had been distant for almost a week now. Initially you assumed it was because the restaurant had been much busier since he’d advertised at the MSBY Vs. Adlers game, so you thought he would benefit from seeing his friends.

Fat load of good that did, you sneer at yourself, feeling defeated. Having known him for so long, having loved him for so long, you’d wanted to let him come to you on his own terms with whatever was bothering him.

It’s becoming clearer now that he is not going to do that. You squeeze his hand to grab his attention, smiling up at him gently when he tilts his head to meet your eyes.

“You doin’ ok, handsome?” You ask, “I can tell you’ve been thinking hard about something”.

He grimaces. He should’ve anticipated that you would catch on to his awkward behaviour. It would be a lie to say he didn’t know why he hadn’t communicated with you, because knew the reason all too well.

He was afraid that you would realise he was right.

You let the question stew for a while and neither of you say anything as you continue down the familiar street close to your shared apartment. Osamu exhales headily, stopping short under a streetlight.

“M’not good at talkin’ about that kinda thing,” he frowns, feeling incredibly juvenile in that moment. You stroke your thumb along the line of his knuckles and step closer so your chests are nearly touching.

“That’s fine,” you hum, bringing your free hand up to rest against the curve where his neck meets his shoulder. “I have two decades worth of experience speaking in ‘Osamu’. I’m completely fluent”.

That startles a laugh out of him, mouth pulled up into a grin involuntarily. You weren’t wrong with that, it was unsettling how well you could read him.

“It’s hard because I know it’s irrational. I know it isn’t true, but it still bothers me”.

“That’s ok, though,” you slide your hand further up to cup his cheek, the corners of your eyes crinkling as he leans his weight into the touch. “You can know that it’s not true but still want to hear it from someone else, ‘Samu”.

A lump forms in his throat, his sight misting when he tries to swallow it down, overwhelmed at your obvious love for him.

“Sometimes I think that maybe you picked the wrong brother,” he rasps, glancing away from you. “Then sometimes I think you might’ve picked the wrong man in general”.

“Why do you think that?” You question him firmly, your voice strained in an effort to keep calm. You desperately want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him.

“I just think you could do better. You deserve someone exciting, someone that hasn’t already settled in life”.

“Well you’re wrong,” you growl, yanking your arm out of his pocket to cup the other side of his face and force him to look directly at you.

“You don’t decide what I deserve, ‘Samu, I do. And I don’t know where you got the idea that you weren’t exciting, or that you were settled for life, because you’re not—”

You pause and correct yourself, “we’re not”.

He exhales shakily, tongue sliding across his dry bottom lip as he takes in what you’re saying. “You own a business, a restaurant. You’re a fantastic and creative cook, we get to try new things all the time, meet new people every day. I don’t doubt that you’ll branch out and eventually open up other restaurants across Japan! We could end up anywhere. What about that isn’t exciting?”

“Miya Osamu, I’ve loved you my entire life and we have barely even started ours. Travelling? Marriage? Children? What about that screams settled to you, hm?”

He blinks. “You want a family with me?”

Exasperated, you fall against his chest and nuzzle into his collar, whining his name in complaint. “Yes, idiot. I’m spending the rest of my damn life with you!” You exclaim.

“So help me God, if you ever insinuate that I should’ve dated Atsumu again, I’ll—”

You’re cut off abruptly by his lips pressing hastily against your own, his arms enveloping around your waist to pull you harder against his front. He kisses you over and over, sensual and passionate to quick and fleeting, like he can’t decide how he feels. He beams against your mouth and his joy is contagious.

“I love you,” he whispers, rocking you side to side under the flickering streetlight. Perhaps he didn’t have an international spotlight but he didn’t need one.

He has you.

love makes you crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doing it right

— Miya Atsumu × Reader

— cw: NSFW (minors dni)

p.s: what MSBY Jackals should come next? 👀

Atsumu thinks his costume it's hilariously clever, and actually pauses to chuckle to himself before they can ring the doorbell.

Osamu is not only already tired, but still unimpressed.

"I still think it's a bad idea" he says, and Atsumu looks at him with a raised eyebrow and fangs glinting in the moonlight "And ya put too much of that glitter thing on them"

"On my fangs?"

"Yes, on yer fangs. Ya look ridiculous. They look fake as fuck"

Atsumu snorts and rings the doorbell again, hoping that this time someone hears it over the loud music "That's the point 'Samu. What? Ya want people figuring out that they're not real?"

"If ya don't want people to find out then ya shouldn't have dressed like that in the first place"

Coming to this party was a huge mistake from the beginning, of course Osamu knew that. Reuniting with old friends from high school isn't always the best. Sometimes, it's just best to keep the memories and move on. Some people don't really change for the better.

They were still in touch with the people that mattered anyway— the whole volleyball team and a couple of friends from classroom.

He didn't had any reasons to be here.

But he knew Atsumu did.

"Oh, hey guys!" an overly cheerful fairy with scarce clothes and purpurine makeup greets them when the door finally opens, and the first thing Atsumu does is flashing his fangs at her. "Ohhhh... those look dangerous!" she says, half a giggle and half a surprised gasp, and then turns to look at Osamu "And what are you supposed to be?"

"I'm an onigiri" he deadpans.

The girl looks at him from head to toe, from his completely white attire of both shirt and pants, to the black bell around his waist. She awkwardly laughs "I see! I think I get it?"

"Don't ya worry. I don't get it either" Atsumu reassures her, and she smiles and makes room for them to come inside.

They wait, as always.

"Come on in guys!" she finally screams, and they both enter the house "Everyone! The Miya Twins are here!"

You jump and check yourself on the screen of your phone, completely ignoring whatever your friend was telling you. Your mascara is fine but could use some work, and your lipstick is definitely gone by now.

Of course it is. It's only 11pm and you've already had three full cups of beer. If you would have known that your high school and probably only crush was coming, you wouldn't have worked so hard to be tipsy by now.

"Oh my god I think I'm drunk" you whisper at your friend, putting your phone down and grabbing her by the arm "I'm drunk and Miya Atsumu is here. Why is life so unfair?"

Your friend looks around for a bit, until you assume she spots the man in question, while you distract yourself by searching inside your purse for that lipstick that said it could last up until twenty four hours, but turned out to be even a bigger liar than your ex.

"Girl, you're not drunk. You're just tipsy. Tipsy is good"

You scoff and finally find the lipstick bar. "Tipsy is good" you mock "Don't you know me at all? I have trouble having a normal conversation when I'm sober, imagine me talking to the guy I like while tipsy"

Your crush in Atsumu had started like any regular high school crush in a bad teen movie. You had seen him around the gym, focused and completely absorbed in the game— acting already like a pro when he had just gotten admitted in the team, and you had instantly known that your world would revolve around him for the rest of your high school life.

For your own credit tho, by the end of your third year, you already liked Atsumu for much more than those incredible thighs you kept fantasising about and his good hair. He was passionate, hard working, very funny and laid back, and actually had a nice relationship with his brother and teammates.

That's exactly what you had written down in the letter you never sent to him and forever kept in one of your drawers— without his address, mind you. No one could be THAT stupid—, because you didn't really saw the point anymore. High school was over, you two were going separate ways, and you were nothing more than one of the many fans he shushed during his serves.

"Okay" you say, taking some deep breaths to stabilize yourself "I'm going to run to the bathroom real quick to put on some makeup for the guy that I'm going to try to avoid all night, all right? Just wait here for me"

Your friend has the audacity to snicker "Yeah, I don't really know about that. He's already coming this way"

"What?"

Atsumu spots you instantly. He knows exactly how you look, after searching around for you on Instagram all night. It's not like you've changed much since high school either.

He comes close to you and greets your friend first, Osamu trailing behind him and complaining about the music. You have your back to him, clad in a white long dress and with your hair up in an elaborate bun, and boy does Atsumu loves the shape of your neck.

"Hey! What're ya two ladies upto?" he asks, stopping beside you.

"We were just talking. Right?" your friend answers, and you look at her from under your lashes, before slowly turning to him and give him a tiny smile.

And god, there it is.

Your smell.

Atsumu closes his eyes just for a second, breathing in your scent and letting it flow through his veins, and doesn't even realizes he's been licking his fangs until your friend gasps.

"Those are some pretty impressive fangs you have there!" she says, and the sudden taste of plastic in his mouth has Atsumu figuring out that he licked the sparkly stuff clean.

Osamu elbows him. Hard.

"Yeah, yeah" he says, trying to sound casual. "They're real alright. Don't ya know? 'Samu and I are vampires" his brother goes to step on him, but he takes that chance to come even closer to you.

He has the sudden urge to burrow his nose on your hair.

"Actually!" he continues, still trying to play along and already completely drunk on you "All the guys on the team are!"

Osamu looks ready to rip him a new one. Your friend laughs and smacks him on the chest. You're just looking at him curiously.

"Don't tell me all the MSBY Jackals are of your kind!" your friend says, bringing a hand to cover her mouth in feigned horror "Whatever would happen if word got to the press?"

"Yeah" Osamu drawls "Wonder that too"

Your friend looks at him then, head cocked to the side. "Wait— are you a vampire too?"

Atsumu laughs and shoves him a bit "Nah. He's just a regular onigiri"

"Alright! Ahm... I think I'm going to go to the bathroom now" you announce all of the sudden, and exchange a look with your friend that he doesn't really get, before hurrying past him and disappearing into the crowd.

He wishes those mind reading myths about vampires were true. Most of them never are.

Atsumu had met you in high school, one fateful rainy day where you had forgotten your umbrella.

Just like in a bad teen movie.

You had been waiting for a long time for the clouds to part and for the sun to come out again, and he had just finished practice when he saw you— your back to him, looking at the dark sky.

Both Osamu and him had offered you to accompany you then, sharing two umbrellas between the three of you. You were nervous, but grateful, and Atsumu had spent the whole way home purposely brushing his shoulder against yours.

You were warm, and smelled like rain and summer.

By the time you turned around to thank them, one feet inside your house and your hand on the door, Atsumu had already memorized the curve of your lips.

He wanted to bite them.

His father had told him once, when both he and Osamu were only kids, that vampires loved differently.

Six years later and still infatuated with you, Atsumu finally thinks he knows what that meant.

"I'm sorry" your friend says "It's her makeup. It has to be perfect, since she came as..."

"A victorian lady, yeah" Atsumu finishes up for her, and Osamu looks at him weirdly.

"Yer kidding, aren't ya? Ya get her costume but don't get mine? She's just wearing some long dress" complains Osamu, but Atsumu it's not paying attention to him anymore.

"Hey" he says, deciding not to waste much more time. He's waited six years already. "Do ya mind staying here with my brother? I'll be right back"

He doesn't waits for an answer before following behind you.

The lighting in the bathroom is horrible. You look like a ghost when you're finally able to make your red lipstick look presentable, and the flickering light starts to make you doubt about wearing a white dress like the one you decided on.

You hope Atsumu realized you were just going as a victorian lady, and not some creepy tortured ghost.

Even if they both can be kind of the same.

The door opens a fraction when you're finally trying to gather some courage to come out, and Atsumu head appears out of nowhere in your field of vision.

A scream dies in your throat.

"This is the ladies room" you say, and mentally facepalm yourself.

Atsumu only chuckles, taking two steps inside and closing the door behind him. "I'm pretty sure there's only one bathroom for everyone"

"Oh" you say, feeling your hands start to sweat "Didn't knew that... I guess"

Atsumu takes another step towards you, and you falter. "Nervous?"

"Just... ahm..." you can only gesture around, looking at the floor and completely avoiding his piercing gaze "This is all new to me"

"Yeah, we were never trapped in a bathroom together before"

You gulp and your gaze snaps back to him, while slowly starting to walk backwards "Trapped? We're trapped?"

"I just locked the door, so I guess that yeah, we are"

You don't really know how to feel about that, but your body reacts way more quickly than your brain does.

Your panties are soaking wet by the time your back hits the wall.

Atsumu soon haves both of his hands resting at either side of your head, and you can feel him vibrating with poorly conceived restrain. You swallow around the ball of nerves on your throat.

"Atsumu?" you ask, only a whisper, and your eyes follow his tongue when he wets his lips and then his extremely long fangs.

"God, ya don't know how long I've wanted to fuck ya"

He kisses you with such force that you think you would fall, if the wall wasn't right behind you— and you can't do anything but hold onto him while he ravishes your mouth. A single flick of his tongue against you and you're already a broken mess of moans.

And then his lips find your neck, and one of his fangs grazes your throbbing vein, and your body moves on its own— pressing against him.

He laughs, and the sound goes straight between your legs.

"You've been driving me crazy since we were in high school" he whispers, playfully biting your earlobe "I've waited all this years to finally have ya like this, darlin'" another bite, this time behind your ear. You close your eyes and grab his shoulders "Do ya want me?"

"I do"

"Say it again, come on" he asks, and you can feel his cock pressing insistently against you "Come on, darlin'. Tell me you've wanted this for as long as I've had"

"Yes!" you finally scream, grinding against him to ease the ache in your center "Yes, please. I want to be with you. Please"

He grabs you with surprising ease, both of his hands cupping your ass while you hang onto his shoulders for dear life. He hasn't set you down on the counter yet and he's already kissing you once more, teeth and tongues battling for dominance. You gasp for air when he tears the front of your dress open just to latch his mouth over one of your nipples, and your legs automatically snake around him, trembling.

He sucks and bites and leaves a trail behind him, and all your lipstick is gone again, staining his chin and his bottom lip.

He looks gorgeous, and you think you might have said it at loud, because he stops to look at you, all movement gone.

Atsumu looks very dangerous— you find— under the light of the single yellowed lightbulb.

"I was going to take my time on ya" he says slowly, a hand sneaking under your dress to grab your underwear "But I don't really think I can do that anymore"

You can see both of his fangs when he smiles next.

"I'm going to devour ya"

Your head lolls forward when he starts to press inside you, and Atsumu closes his eyes and snarls because the feeling of you — so wet, so tight, so made to fit his cock just the right way— around him it's enough to drive him crazy. His eyes drift open when you start chanting his name, your sweet voice in his ear while he stretches you.

His breath is ragged by the time his hips are flush against your skin. His fangs are tingling, and there's a feeling of euphoria building inside him that only wants him to sink his teeth in your sweat beaded neck and make you his forever.

"We don't just feel love, Atsumu" his father had said to him "We let it consume us"

His are frenzied thrust, with his eyes darting back and forth between your lips and your tits, his love bites like angry tattoos around your niples.

Atsumu is grinning. A wild, almost manic grin when he kisses you to swallow your moans, and one of his hands snakes between your bodies to pinch your clit.

You break the contact to let out a long moan, and your eyes open to find him looking at you with some unreadable emotion that you wonder if you mirror too, after all those years crushing so hard on him.

And then the bad light of the bulb catches on his fangs and an idea comes to your head just at the same time he angles his hips just enough to make you see starts.

"Bite me" you ask him, in a desperate and needy voice that doesn't really sounds like it belongs to you "Bite me, Atsumu. Please"

Atsumu's thrusts become even more ferocious.

"Ya don't know what yer saying, darlin'" he tells you, both of his hands grabbing your ass with such a force that you're sure will leave angry red imprints for the rest of the night "Ya don't know— fuck yeah, so good— ya don't know what yer asking me"

You whine, and the sound makes his cock jump "I do know. I know. Please. Bite me" and then the force of one of his thrusts makes you arch your back and present your neck to him, glistening with sweat "Please just make me yours"

He snaps.

He forgets the words of advice from Osamu, always warning him not to get too attached. He forgets that you're both in a bathroom and that he should probably invite you to dinner before actually asking you with all the words, if you want him to bite you and make you his forever.

Atsumu forgets about anything other than the feeling of you around him, and leans down to bite your neck.

Hard.

You scream, and then you come.

The pleasure it's like an inferno—  white-hot and incandescent— burning through you as if it wants to consume you, turning you into something different. A sharp cry escapes your lips and you can’t do anything but hold onto him and murmur his name and come, come, come, feeling something warm slide down your throat and staining your dress while Atsumu empties himself inside you— his cock twitching, and the last sparks of pleasure spreading through you like fireworks underneath your skin.

You're lightheaded and sloppy when Atsumu pulls away from your neck, crimson rivulets falling down the sides of his chin. You still think he's the most gorgeous man you've ever seen, even while the sweet pain on your neck and all over your exhausted body lures you to close your eyes.

Just for a minute.

"Well, darlin'" you hear him whisper, before everything turns black "I've finally left love consume me"

Atsumu and Osamu

2am mac n cheese

"Why're you so tired?!"

Tumblr added a shiny new button and I HAVE to press it. You wouldn't understand.

The self-hating Angel of Thursday

My friend asked me to draw something so...😭

I don't care who anyone is. I see a boop button, I'm fuckin smacking it