#their big/little brother relationship is so dear to me 🥹

[livetogether--diealone]

flavio with matteo be like:

[khunyuki]

Ok I thought of an idea for kn8 hear me out Pls!!!!! what about soshirou older brother aka soichiro enter the fight between narumi and soshirou but like in a funny scenario like him witnessing the love triangle going on decided to tease the two by making them jealous by using kagami in front of everyone to witness I'm talking hugging kagami , leaning towards her , putting his head on her lap, and whispering to her something that make her blush and giving her gift basically all those cheesy cliche stuff which ends up the two rival working together doing whatever it takes to get souchiro away from kagami in end souchiro revealing he won't steal kagami from them ( kinda think since we know that soichiro obviously care for soshirou that he would atleast have a great relationship to kagami in some extent to see how his brother doing)

Sorry if this to long 😭 also love your stories!!! They're amazing ♥️

Ohhhh!!! That's a very interesting idea anon! I've thought of Soichiro doing this with his brother only but adding Gen to the mix? Definitely chaos HAHAHA

Thank you very much for loving my stories, anon🥹 Also, your idea is fine, great even! The more specific the better hehehe

Anyways, here's your order! I hope you enjoy~

"I've lived my life with blade and you always by my side"

ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛ: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

Pairing/s: Hoshina Soshiro x Uzui Kagami x Narumi Gen, feat. Hoshina Soichiro

Masterlist: TOC

The City of Akihabara. Famous for its electronics shops, arcade games, maid cafes, and stores catering to anime and game lovers. It was not a place you would see Uzui Kagami in but here she is, standing in its busy streets, waiting for someone.

"Onee-san~ Are you alone? Wanna hang out with me?"

This was not something she could avoid could she. She was prepared to ignore the person trying to pick her up but as that person stood in front of her, she could recognize the tail of white and purple hair. And as she looked up, she could see the familiar face of her dear brother-in-law.

"Not cool, Soichiro-niisan"

She deadpanned at the person in front of her who was unbothered by her reaction.

"You would totally react if it was Soshiro who did it"

If his narrow eyes could wink, he would totally be doing so. He knew that mentioning little brother's name would make her react and he's proven to be correct as she tries to hide her blush from him.

"So~ Why does my cute little sister want to meet up in Akihabara of all places?"

"I wanted to buy a gift for Soshiro but I don't know what. My captain said there are some games good for couples to play"

Soichiro hummed as he looked around the place. He's been here before with some of his friends but knew it was her first time. He glanced back at his sister who seemed really curious about the place.

"For now, why don't we look around first"

Kagami nodded as they started walking, her eyes darting all over the place. They talked as they walked, catching up on things while stopping to window shop at some stores.

Kagami would sometimes hangout with her future brother-in-law, Hoshina Soichiro, despite the disapproval of her fiance, his brother. The reason she's doing this is simple. She knew just how much Soichiro adores his little brother yet Soshiro doesn't want anything to do with his older brother. She's tried hard to reconcile them again and again but failed everytime.

So here she is, spending her time with her big brother, just to tell him stories about his little brother. Of course that doesn't mean she'll only be talking about him! Kagami is a single child so she's really happy to have a big brother like Soichiro, as he is overjoyed to have a sister like her. Hanging out with Soichiro-niisan just to be spoiled is truly the main purpose of this event!

"Our little Kagamin is really spoiled, isn't she?"

He pinched her nose as she scrunched up with his actions, squatting his hand away. He could only laugh at her as he ruffled her hair. Her arm still link around his as she glared at him for ruining her hair.

To the two, these signs of affection are only part of their usual interactions as siblings-in-law. To a bystander, however, it seems like two lovers are having PDA on the streets.

Lovebirds.

That's what it looked like to Narumi Gen who dropped his newly bought PS6 to the ground in shock. His eyes were bulging out of his sockets and his jaw was technically on the floor as he watched his crush drag away the long haired male to someplace with their arms linked together.

"This can't be! NOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Narumi Gen dramatically reacted as he kneeled on the ground and hit it with both of his fists like a meme, the passersby avoiding him like a plague. He would wipe the crocodile tears but instead, there was fire burning in his eyes.

Who does that guy think he is putting his hands on his crush?!!!

He saw Kagami and that guy he doesn't know by the claw machines. She was pointing at the purple cat with squinted eyes as he tried to get it for her. Gen saw her laughing at him for not being able to get it on his first try as the man flicked her forehead before trying it again. He gripped the machine he was hiding behind at and is definitely gritting his teeth with jealousy.

The Strongest Narumi Gen: oi

The Strongest Narumi Gen: Kagami's with someone

The Strongest Narumi Gen: fuck they're too close

The Weakest Bastard: What do you mean?

Hoshina Soshiro couldn't help raising his eyebrow once he saw the message. His fiancee being too close to someone? That's impossible.

Big Fat Loser sent a photo

Big Fat Loser: i'm gonna kill this bastard

Soshiro looked at the photo and the default smile on his face dropped. Was this why Kagami wasn't hanging out with him on their day off? Cuz she's having a date with his brother?? He could imagine his brother doing this on purpose just to annoy him, and it's proven to be effective.

I Am Winner: that's my brother

I Am Winner: i'm coming over

Those were Soshiro's last words as he exited his apartment, heading straight for Akihabara. Ain't no way he's letting his brother get away with this scheme.

The moment Narumi Gen saw the word brother on the screen, he understood just why he found that man irritating. His hair color was different but those eyes, those narrowed eyes were the same. He had a nagging feeling on the back of his head the whole time he was watching them, about where he had seen this fox-eyed man before. Turns out it was Hoshina Soichiro, captain of the Sixth Division, the older brother of his rival.

Hoshina Soichiro was no idiot. He already saw the captain of the First Division following them as soon as they exited the arcade. There's no way he's not feeling the daggers digging onto his back nor the dark aura he's exuding. He knows what Narumi's relationship was with his little sister for she tells him about it, sometimes complaining.

The captain of the First Division likes his little sister, that part was obvious. His little brother obviously loves his fiancee. He also knows of the rivalry between him and his brother. Hoshina Soichiro grins widely at the devious plan he came up with.

"What do you wanna do next?"

Soichiro placed his arm on her shoulders as they walked the busy streets of Akihabara. She tilted her head but let him be. He could hear growling behind as the aura of seething jealousy could no longer be contained.

"I'm hungry"

She pretended to think before telling him she's hungry, which earned a chuckle from him. They entered a restaurant, sitting on a table for 4, with Gen secretly following behind them. He sat a few tables away, hiding his face with the menu.

As the two placed their orders, the door to the restaurant opened and in come Soshiro, who tried to hide the fact that he rushed there. He was going to interrupt the two before he got dragged back by Gen.

"Why did you drag me back?"

"Are you crazy? Why would you head there without a plan?!"

"I don't need a plan to talk to my fiancee"

"This bastard..."

The two bickering idiots were bound to be noticed as they didn't bother hiding while doing so. Even more as they stand in the middle of the establishment, attracting the attention of other customers, particularly the two they were spying on. The staff wanted to try and stop the dispute but were too scared to do so.

"Now now, it's not good to fight the two of you"

The two who were grabbing each other's collars just now looked at the man that placed his hands on their shoulders. The man who was sitting a few tables away was now stopping their fight. The same man who was the cause of this in the first place.

"Soshiro and Gen-kun? What are you doing here?"

Kagami who also got up from her sit, wanting to help stop the commotion was surprised to see the people she wasn't expecting to be there at all. The two immediately wrapped their arms on each other's shoulder as they looked at her in a merry attitude.

"What a coincidence to see you here, Kagami"

"We were just in the area looking around"

Soshiro and Gen spoke alternatively, maintaining the facade. While they didn't totally answer her question, she didn't mind it.

"I knew it. You two are really close"

She smiled happily as she saw the good relationship between the two rivals. As expected, all of their bickerings and fights were just an expression of their closeness. Soichiro laughed at how oblivious she was to the situation, clearly seeing the two at each other's throats a few moments ago.

"Why don't you two join us for lunch? It would be bad for business if we continue to stand around here wouldn't it?"

Soichiro suggested as he had already dragged Kagami back to their seats, this time sitting besides her than in front. The two looked at each other before trying to take the sit in front of her first. Fortunately for Gen, he got was closer and sat first. Unfortunately for Soshiro, he had to face his brother rather than his fiancee.

"So... What brought you two in Akiba together?"

Gen was the first to ask, having been the one who's following them for a while. Side-eyeing the captain of the Sixth Division.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other so I just wanted to hang out with my little sister"

Acting oblivious, Soichiro side hugged Kagami and leaned his head on hers. This seemed to fluster her but she didn't stop him. Of course this would mean the two males in front of them were technically killing him on their heads now.

"I'm quite upset. Why didn't you tell me you're going to hang out with him of all people, Kagami"

Soshiro pretended to pout as he crossed his arms, looking quite disappointed. Kagami immediately became crestfallen, having been guilty of not telling him about it first.

"I'm sorry. You didn't want to talk about him so I..."

"It's not your fault"

It's this guy, he thought as he frowned at his brother who was clearly enjoying this.

"This brat, why are you making my sister sad?"

Soichiro pat Kagami in the head to comfort her. He pretended to frown as if what his brother did upsets him, when in fact, he was trying hard not a grin so hard.

"If you wanted to look around Akiba, you could just ask me! I know every inch and corner of this place"

Gen not liking how he's being ignored, turned back the question to him. He's incredibly annoyed but he had to hide it in front of his crush.

"I was actually going to but you said you were busy with the new game you just bought"

As if lightning had struck him, Gen couldn't help but react dramatically. It was there! The opportunity was there! Yet he blew it! He hit his head on the table from shame, crying crocodile tears, which startled Kagami who asked if he was okay.

Their orders arrived while Kagami was busily trying to comfort Gen. Soshiro took a sip from his drink as he blatantly ignored his brother. This made his brother show a sad smile, thinking his reaction was inevitable after everything.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine"

"Kagami told me a lot about you"

"I see"

The silence was awkward as Soshiro shut Soichiro down. Soshiro doesn't hate his brother but he couldn't help the feeling of inferiority every time he sees him. It's been so long since the last time they had contact so he just doesn't know what to do.

Gen could care less about their relationship as brothers but seeing how worried Kagami was, he had to at least do something.

"Remember that game I introduced to you last time? That one you liked most"

He tried to distract her but engaging a conversation with her alone.

"Which one? Oh! The visual novel one! What was it called again? Oto- Otome? Otome game!"

Kagami was confused at first as he had made her play plenty of games. Some she couldn't understand how to, the others easy but she doesn't quite like. For someone who likes to read like her, there is only one answer.

"I didn't expect you to be the type to play otome games, sis"

Amused, Soshiro and Soichiro joined the conversation. She tilted her head, not knowing what's wrong with it.

"It's unrealistic but the stories will hook you up. Though I don't know why there were plenty of guys/girls to choose from"

Soshiro squinted his also narrow eyes at the guy beside him in a 'what are you teaching her' kind of way. Gen feigned ignorance as he whistled.

As they finished eating and chatting, it was now time to leave. It was not in their plan to have two extras joining but it wasn't unwelcomed. The only thing was if they should continue their initial plan or not.

"Wanna head to the park, sis?"

Kagami nodded her head at her dear brother's suggestion, oblivious to the reactions of the two men who joined them.

"What about you guys, wanna come?"

Soichiro wanted to snicker bit he couldn't make it too obvious that he's finding their jealousy entertaining. He wanted to see how far he can go with teasing them as he whispered something to his sister's ear.

The two men saw her blush as she immediately hit his arm in embarrassment. Their glares worsened as they watched the smirk on his face growing wider by the second.

"Sure, why not? I'm free"

Gen took her side, squatting the arm trying to wrap itself on her shoulders. Once again taking her attention away to himself.

"Better than leaving you two alone"

Soshiro squeezed himself between Kagami and Soichiro as he tried to link their arms together. By now, Kagami was surrounded from both sides leaving Soichiro on the side. They started walking while ignoring the pouting man following behind them.

As soon as they arrived at Ueno Park, they could see a lot of people coming and going. There really wasn't much greenery as there were more ample pathways and flea market vendors in there. Depending on their choice, they could either go to the zoo, museums, or the lake. As they have a lot of time, they decided to go to all of them.

While Kagami was having a blast, the same couldn't be said to the three. Soshiro and Gen were joining forces to prevent Soichiro from getting closer to her which takes a lot of patience cuz he's so persistent. And when they think they fended him off, they'll be fighting each other for her attention which will give Soichiro an opportunity to take her away. Really, they couldn't get a break. As long as she's happy then they'll endure this.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks"

They decided to rest on a bench after walking for a long time. It was really tiring but fun. So to show her gratitude, Kagami headed to the nearest vending machine to get them some drinks, leaving the three behind.

"No need to be so on guard, you two"

Once she was gone, the two unleashed a full on hostile attempt on Soichiro, finally being alone with him. He sweatdropped at them, raising his hands to show he means no harm.

"I'm not planning on stealing her"

They squinted at him, not believing his words at all.

"You better not"

They said at the same time as Soichiro just laughed awkwardly.

"I only think of Kagami as a little sister, after all"

He said this to reassure them but, in actuality, he's pointedly saying this to his brother. She'll be his sister in the future so there's nothing wrong in getting close, no?

"Umm... There are people waiting for me. Could you please get out of the way?"

The three of them could say more to each other but as soon as they saw Kagami being surrounded by two strangers who couldn't seem to get a hint. They dropped everything as they went to her. Soichiro and Gen holding on both of them while Soshiro takes her in his arms.

While they may not get along with each other, they will surely move together for her sake.

Note/s: It was fun writing this but I think I kinda half-assed it from the middle to the end😭 I'm sleepy, tired and busy so I just rushed the ending, skipped some parts, and didn't get to edit this properly. Sorry about that🙇‍♀️ But!! I think I showed what needed to be seen so I do hope you guys are satisfied🥹🥹🥹 Anyways, thank you again for reading my stories🫶💕

[raeflora]

Your recent answered ask got me thinking... what are your thoughts on the family dynamic after Chair baby #2 arrives? (I have a soft spot for the HC that their second child is baby girl Grace 🥹) How do Blair and Chuck take having another baby, and do you think they'd have differences in their parenting if it's a girl? How is Henry as a big brother (omg), especially as they get older and into their rebellious teens?

hi!! omg I love this question tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻 SO in my fic 525,000 (moments so dear) (which I am finishing sksfjksk ch 2 is coming soon) I'm gonna try to cover them discussing the changes of having a second child so some of this might be repeated there but I think they always wanted 2 children if they could bc they're both only children and they wouldn't want henry to feel alone. they'd be a lot more confident than they were with finding out about having henry bc they already know they can raise a wonderful child and they'd be less nervous about it.

in terms of their parenting dynamic I think they'd be fairly similar in how they treated henry as they wouldn't want him to feel jealous or anything as they grew up. I do think blair would be even more into matching outfits and co-ordination bc she can have matching hairbands and dresses with grace (grace eleanor bass my beloved 🤍). I also think she'd be v conscious of treating grace the way she wasn't treated as a little girl so no commenting on her appearance negatively or making her feel bad about herself, and she'd emphasise how much she loves her and how beautiful she is. chuck would probably be slightly more nervous having a girl bc like he doesn't wanna be an overprotective girl dad but also u mess with his little girl and ur out of ny!! but he tries not to go too stereotypical about it. I do think he'd be kinda different as a girl dad than a boy one bc he wants grace to feel like she can go to him too with stuff while also understanding how important it is for blair to have a strong relationship with her too (obviously this is the same for henry but blair understands how important it is for chuck to have a strong bond with him so they respect that about each others' parenting needs bc of their childhoods)

henry as a big brother is something I'm so excited to explore and write about 🥹 I think he'd be a good one first and foremost. my headcanon is that blair was pregnant at derena's wedding (I think it was also suggested by eric daman in his fashion book where he wrote about blair's dress possibly hiding a bump or that it was something they considered) so as henry's 3/almost 4 when grace would be born there's a good age gap for him not to be too jealous of a new baby and be more involved. when grace is still a baby he takes being a big brother v seriously to the point where he basically follows blair and chuck around to check that grace isn't too hot or cold and she's clean and comfortable. he definitely tries to play with her when she's still too small so it's like him driving his little cars around her play mat while she babbles and blair watches like a hawk so neither of them get hurt. as they get bigger I think henry would definitely be the kind of brother who includes grace in things, like playing basketball with chuck, and in turn he joins in with her tea parties. I also think they'd have their own l'il jokes and sibling things, and chuck and blair are so happy bc they never got anything like that.

when they're teenagers I imagine henry being a lot happier and less... chaotic than either of his parents were sksfjksk but he definitely has a l'il wild side and loves a party (but he's not into drugs or anything). grace is less obsessed with ruling constance than blair was, but she kinda ends up being v popular regardless. henry's definitely quite protective of her (and any other siblings he may have 👀) and helps with her homework if he can or helps her scheme against her classmates. I think they'd always be close though, and grace looks up to him and is proud to be his younger sister. of course they do argue like siblings do but it's kinda over silly stuff like they don't have huge fall outs or anything.

overall I think they'd be a happy family and having a second child would be so special for them (if ur interested my full hc is that they have 3 children eventually but baby 3 is a little less planned skafjhksk) like they'd feel more complete

[busymagpie]

Hello! Big brother Mae gives me all the feels every time, so seeing him with little Maglor in your latest piece legitimately made my day. I still can't stop thinking about how well you draw him, especially his expressions!! I want you to know that I love your art with every fibre of my being.

I'm glad to hear that! 🥰 He gives me all the feels too! Sibling relationships are just so dear to me and he just has to be the best big brother in the world.

Awww and thank you so much! 💕🥹 Knowing that makes me so happy!

[silenzahra]

BOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE WAY I'M SMILING RIGHT NOW MY FRIEND. I JUST CAN'T STOP SCREAMING AND CLAPPING. THESE ARE SO PERFECT 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Aweeeeee I LOVE the many matching outfits you drew for Mario and Peach!!! 😄😄😄 THEY'RE SO CUTE OH MY GOD. Mario bringing her some shells while she's sunbathing, could he be any more adorable????? And gosh, the way she's so stylish and chic in her swimsuit!!!! And awwwwww you drew the farmer/cook combination 🥹🥹🥹 That's one of my MOST favorites because Peach really looks so CUTE as a farmer!!! And the way Mario is beaming while she admires his chef outfit 🥹🥹🥹 I swear their relationship is just so PURE ❤️🩷

But God, I really can't handle the silly and cheerful way he's smiling while he holds her hand, as if he's the luckiest man in the world 🥹🥹🥹 (which he is of course 💖). I ADORE how pretty Peach looks in her white blouse and pink skirt, and she's giving Mario such a sweet look!! She's just so gorgeous and loves her tiny man so much 🩷❤️

Also!! Cute blushy boy when Peach is telling him he's so elegant in his tuxedo!!! LOVED that one SO MUCH!!! 🥹🥹🥹

And the brothers... Oh my God the brothers.

THE. BRO. THERS.

THE BOYS. OH MY GOD THE BOYS.

I swear these brothers will be the DEATH of me, and the way you draw them just makes my heart swell and melt at the same time 🥹🥹🥹 Just, they're two little boys about to go have the time of their lives by playing Balloon World together and dressing up. The way Mario is laughing while he looks at Luigi, and I LOVE that he lent his brother one of his many outfits so that Luigi could join the fun too 🥹🥹🥹 But seriously, I CAN'T with their faces when they're holding hands and running (or in the case of Luigi, floating) to play together. SWEET LITTLE GOOBERS ❤️💚

THE ONE OF MARIO IMPERSONATING LUIGI IS SIMPLY GENIUS, MY FRIEND. I feel like silly that I didn't come up with it for my headcanons as it suits this game perfectly well 😂😂😂 (and a little bit jelly too/aff 🫂💖). It's so adorable that Luigi is watching from behind a tree and laughing, as it shows this is something they thought up together as a silly prank (and the Toads are falling for it 100% 🤭). I honestly feel it as a way of somehow fixing the way this was carried out in Paper Mario TTYD, as Luigi here is part of the joke instead of the target of it. So so sweet, dear bestie 🥹🥹🥹

And...

... AND...

(👆 Images of me in front of my laptop right now 👆)

THE MOON.

THE FREAKING MOON.

YOU DREW THE SCENE ON THE MOON.

BOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANSBGEFDRKOPETHJDFSKFOIERHDFJODKTHRJGFNBLDLKJGJPISEJGOI<SEFFSJFÑFKN

SO FREAKING SWEET. SO FREAKING ADORABLE. SO FREAKING PERFECT. THE WAY YOU SHOW MARIO'S JUMPS, AND LUIGI'S SMILE WHILE HE HUGS HIS BROTHER. I'M SORRY THAT I CAN'T STOP SCREAMING BUT I'M SERIOUSLY BEAMING WITH JOY AND MELTED INSIDE RIGHT NOW. THIS IS JUST SO PERFECT AND CUTE I FEEL LIKE FRAMING IT I SWEAR. OH MY FREAKING GOD THE FEELS ❤️💚

And the way Mario's hat falls off because of the momentum!! And the way his hand immediately goes to Luigi's head to cradle him so lovingly 😭😭😭

AND THE SOCKS. I SEE THE SOCKS, MY FRIEND. NOT ONLY LUIGI'S BUT ALSO MARIO'S. MATCHING BROTHERS ON THE MOON ‼‼‼

I LOVE IT BOMA. OH MY FREAKING GOD. I feel that words can't describe how much I absolutely ADORE this. The brothers ever 😭❤️💚

And last but not least... the Explorer Trio!!! 😁😁😁 I LOVE that Peach is the one in charge of the map while Mario looks so ready to go on an adventure, and how extremely CUTE is Luigi being so cheerful and happy that he was included in the adventure????????? MAH SWEET BOY OH MY GOD. You deserve some happiness and fun with your big bro and your best friend 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I seriously ADORE this so so much!!!!!!!!! They really are the BEST trio to ever exist ❤️💚🩷

My beloved bestie, I just can't put down to words how incredibly grateful I am that you brought my headcanons to life with your WONDERFUL talent once more!!!! You keep spoiling me and I'm just SO 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I hope it's okay that I did this but I simply couldn't help it 🥺👉👈

I love this dearly, Boma, as well as the way you included your own ideas and mixed them with mine. I feel even more connected to you right now 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Thank you so so much for this, dear friend 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 You truly are a gem!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

odyssey !!

a (super) late odyssey anniversary post AND illustrations of my lovely bestie @silenzahra’s odyssey headcanons 😙

[zepskies]

Aww yay!! Honestly it makes me so happy that you were anticipating this one, because this "Midnight Espresso-verse" is really so dear to my heart and soul. 🥰🥰

And....yeah, sorry about the cliffhanger again. (You know me. 🫠)

But omg thank you so much!! Like I get it, it's fanfic, but isn't the romance all the more delicious when there's friction? I strive for a balance of realism and "fantasy" world, if you will. I feel like that's something that SPN itself did very well with the world in general.

But specifically when it comes to writing romance, I think it's all about the "push and pull." And like you said, arguments and compromise and coming back together makes it all work. 🥹

Two different people are trying to figure out how they combine their lives and there’s always going to be disagreements and frustrations but it’s how those are handled that makes it.

1000000% this! 👆🏽

Lol I loved writing Sam's interjections too. Patient, coaxing, mildly teasing and chiding at the same time. Like really Dean, you're bitching to the guy who has as many issues as he has with keeping a girlfriend? 🤣

[On the reader's haircare, hour-long showers]: Oh, you're absolutely welcome. I drew from personal experience there. 🤣

Washing hair takes time god damn it! Then there’s the drying and the styling and even light make up takes time.

Like YES. How TF can anyone get ready in 5 minutes? It's beyond me. Just 'cause our girl's a hunter doesn't mean she can't have a self-care routine! Dean, it takes time to look this good, honey. 💅🏽

Honestly Sam and Dean deserve someone to make them a home-cooked meal every now and then. 🥹 But you took me out at the knees with this one:

Like I know it’s a big joke how much dean eats and it is genuinely such a funny line but it also makes me think of the little boy who always made sure his little brother had enough to eat and probably went hungry more often than not 🥺

😭😭😭

How dare you!! lmfao 🤣🤣 Now I'm crying internally for baby boy. This is why I wanted to write this reader who's a nurturer like he is, so someone takes care of him for a change.

And thank you for shouting out my favorite lines to write in this one:

“Dean quirks a smile. It’s taken him time to get used to how open you are with your affections, but he likes it. All of it. Every time you reach for him, touch him, brush against him, intentionally or not. He always has.” Oh my sweet boy 🥰 this just makes my heart so full. This is just what Dean deserves in a relationship and it makes me so. Damn. Happy.

It brings me so much joy -- not just the thought itself but that you enjoyed it too. Because this right here is what I want most for Dean in a relationship. To have him know that his girl loves him in every familiar touch. (I need to stop before I get carried away. 🫠🥲🥲)

[On self-deprecation, body insecurity, and new families]: Yeah I wanted to continue the theme from "Midnight Espresso," that she still carries her insecurities deep down. Even though she knows how Dean sees her, it's going to take time for her to change how she sees herself. But he's nothing if not stubborn. 😜

Oooh I knew I could trust you to pick out the Fleetwood Mac reference. 😉😉

Oof, I know this vamp case is rough. Idk why my brain came up with this (yeah, go ahead and write the most depressing scenario ever). Unfortunately, Dean does have a point, doesn't he? I wanted to continue the threads from ME again: he was attracted to the fact that she cares, but there does come a point where that works against her.

You're right to have alarm bells going off. I won't spoil it (but I think you know where this is heading. 😥) It will be a bumpy road in Part 2, but it's ultimately very hurt/comfort, then very fluffy (and more stuff lol).

Thank you so much as always!! Can't wait to put out Part 2 next week!!

Devour Me - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader 

Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)

AN: This is a two-part sequel to “Midnight Espresso!” I would read that one first before you dive into this one. (It’s fun, I promise!)

Word Count: 3,800 Tags/Warnings: Supernatural shenanigans, tiny bit of body insecurity, hurt/comfort, fluffy fluff, and a cliffhanger...

Part 1: A Takeover

When Dean asked you to move in with him, he really didn’t think it would come to this.

Clearing a nightstand for you, half of the dresser, a section of his closet. Those things are reasonable. 

But this is a total takeover, he thinks, as he surveys the sheer amount of crap you’ve brought into his room.

Mind you, despite this still being a bunker, the décor is nice. You brought in sturdy, but stylish wicker baskets for his pile of cassettes (and your CDs) next to the TV, filing bins for the haphazard shuffle of papers on his desk, installed dark wood shelves on the wall for his various weapons and your collection of books. 

But he’d had his music organized—not alphabetically or chronologically, but by his own personal rankings of awesomeness. Now they’re all shuffled together by band name. 

Plus, he likes having his shotgun on the floor by the bed, within reach, not three feet above his head. And where the fuck is his collection of…magazines?

The point is, every time he looks for something, you’ve put it in a different place. Not to mention the damn bathroom (don’t get him started on all your shea butter lotions, makeup brushes, frilly-smelling soaps, and the army of hair products now taking up space in his cabinets and drawers). 

Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out where the hell his cassette of Zeppelin IV is, when you breeze into the room he now shares with you. You’re dewy with sweat in a Guns & Roses shirt and some yoga pants you reserve for cleaning. 

And that’s another thing. You’re more anal than Sam about having the bunker smelling like Pine Sol. However, as you’ve expressed before (after nagging him to pick up his dirty, and occasionally bloody clothes from the floor), while you like a clean house, you are not in fact the maid.

“Hey, baby. Can you fold these for me?” you request. “I need a shower.”

He raises a brow as you dump a new basket of fresh laundry onto the bed. It looks like you washed your clothes mixed in with his, which he actually doesn’t mind. He fishes out one of your red, lacey thongs with a hint of a smile. He bought you these last week, and they already have a tear. (His fault.)

“By the way, next time you move one of my things, mind leaving me a post-it note or something?” he dryly remarks. “It’s like a scavenger hunt in my own damn room.” 

You pop your head out of the bathroom, though he can tell by your bare shoulders that you’ve already gotten undressed. Your mouth is quirked at the corner. 

“It’s called organization,” you tease. “Apparently a foreign concept to you.”

You disappear back into the bathroom, giving Dean the privacy he needs to grumble almost inaudibly to himself. But then he hears your voice behind the door.  

“Oh, by the way. Your vintage collection of smut is in the bottom of your nightstand,” you call out. “That 1996 edition of Busty Asian Beauties is particularly classy.”

Dean hears the wryness in your tone, and his face actually heats up in embarrassment. He frowns at the bathroom door, his jaw tensing, but he takes a breath. Deciding to let it go with a roll of his shoulders, he puts on the TV to catch up on Dr. Sexy M.D. He also neglects the task you gave him, just for a little while.

When you’re still in the bathroom an hour later, Dean starts to get curious about what the hell you’re doing in there. The shower isn’t even running anymore.

That’s when he hears the hairdryer go on. 

He knows he’ll never be able to concentrate on his show with all that noise. So with a sigh, he clicks off the TV and eyes the pile of laundry. You probably cleaned the whole freaking bunker this morning. Despite his annoyance, he figures folding your clothes along with his own is the least he can do. 

Dean scoops up the pile back into the basket and takes it elsewhere. 

He finds his brother at the kitchen table and joins him with his basket. Sam’s gaze raises from his laptop to meet his brother’s grumpy face. He watches in mild curiosity as Dean plops down across from him and dutifully begins folding one of your shirts. 

“You okay?” Sam hazards the question. 

“Fucking peachy,” Dean replies. “Looking for a new case?”

“Yeah. Nothing yet.” Though Sam raises a brow when Dean all but tosses one of your girly sundresses on the table after it’s folded. (It’s yellow, and it happens to be his favorite on you.)

“Everything all right?” Sam asks. 

Dean glances up, finds his brother’s knowing eyes, and doesn’t have it in him to lie. He lets go of a breath, as well as one of his undershirts to rub at his forehead. 

“She’s nosey, Sam. She’s all up in my business.”

“Your girlfriend?” Sam clarifies, with raised brows. “Of six months.”

“Yeah, that one,” Dean quips, with all due sarcasm. “Ever since she moved in, she’s been going through everything, moving my crap every which way, making it so I can’t find a damn thing.”

Sam’s mouth edges at a smile. 

“I’m tellin’ you, Sam, she’s damn near taken over,” Dean insists. 

“You done?” Sam teases. Dean just leans in, like he’s about to level his brother with a secret. 

“Matter of fact, she locks herself in the bathroom for like, forever. I just heard the hairdryer go on, meaning another hour at least. What the fuck is she doing in there, getting ready for prom?”

Sam finally has to chuckle. “Clearly it’s been a long time since you’ve lived with a woman, Dean.” 

Dean scoffs. “Right.”

“And she’s actually been a big help in cleaning up around here,” Sam says, with a growing smirk. “Which is, quite literally, a refreshing change.”

Dean snorts at that. 

“Of course, you’re happy,” he says. “A new damn dish rack turns you on.”

Sam shoots him a wan look. “The question is, are you happy?”

That manages to take Dean by surprise. He hesitates to answer…

But he’s saved when he hears someone approaching. He knows it’s you because he can smell the mix of your floral soap and coconutty shampoo; it’s a scent that often lingers on your pillow and has unconsciously infiltrated Dean’s nose. 

His reply to Sam dies on his tongue when he sees you.

“Hey,” you greet both men, all bright and smiley with your hair in wild curls down your back. 

A lot of the time you keep your hair straight or loose and wavy, so it’s rare for Dean to see your natural look. It’s a good one for you, he thinks. Along with those jean shorts hugging your curvy hips, and the V-neck top you’re wearing, which offers a nice peek of cleavage. 

Your hand falls on his shoulder, with your thumb stroking his neck. You then brush that hand across his back as you pass by on your way to the kitchen. If possible, you’ve become even more touchy since you two got together.

Dean holds fast to your hand, stopping you in your path. 

“So that’s what you were working on in there,” he remarks. “Thought I was gonna need to break out the fire extinguisher.” 

You grin in amusement and do a little twirl under his hand, shaking out your curls a little.

“You like?” you ask. Dean tugs you back over. He reaches out and fingers at the soft ends of your hair. 

“Beautiful,” he says.

“Looks real nice,” Sam adds.

“Why, thank you.” Your smile is contagious, and Dean can’t help reciprocating. You drop a hand on his shoulder again.

“I know you’re our resident Gordon Ramsay, but I kinda feel like cooking today,” you say. “Is Cas coming home anytime soon?”

Dean nods. “Yeah, he called this morning. Probably dropping back in tonight.”

You nod. “Good! I’ll make plenty then…oh, wait, he doesn’t eat.”

“What did you have in mind?” Sam asks. 

“Well, I know you guys haven’t had much Cuban food, so I thought you might like to try some ropa vieja,” you reply. Sam’s brows knit together. 

“Old clothes?” he translates. His two years of high school Spanish can give him that much.

“Yeah! But it’s basically shredded beef with onions, garlic, tomato sauce, and a bunch of other good stuff,” you explain. Then your eyes brighten. “Oh! And I can make my grandma’s famous black beans, white rice, some bread with crushed garlic and olive oil…”

By the time you finish listing the things you plan on making, Dean is already salivating. 

Later that evening, when Dean actually gets to sample said food, he’s eaten enough for three men in the span of forty-five minutes.

“Jesus, man. Going for a record on indigestion?” Sam cautions him, despite his amusement. 

Dean pointedly ignores his brother to look over at you. After he swallows another forkful of beef stew, he says, “Not for nothin’, this is probably the second-best meal of my entire life.”

“Oh, yeah?” You giggle. “What’s number one?”

“Diner called Slammies in Alabama. Best fucking pie on Earth,” he easily recalls. “Double applewood bacon cheeseburger, chili cheese fries, brick oven pizza. Bar none.” 

Sam inclines his head, remembering the food coma he and Dean had that night. They’d hit the rock-hard pillows at the motel and slept like they’d been on an all-night bender. 

“But this is like, right there,” Dean says to you, leveling his hand up by his head. 

“Well, let’s see if this moves the needle,” you reply as you get up from your seat. You answer the question in his eyes. “Forgot something, hold on.”

But before you can leave the table, Dean reaches over and takes your hand. 

“Thanks, sweetheart. For all of this. I mean it,” he says. 

A soft, genuine smile grows across your face. You lean down and press a tender kiss below his hairline, stroking his cheek before you go. 

Dean quirks a smile. It’s taken him time to get used to how open you are with your affections, but he likes it. All of it. Every time you reach for him, touch him, brush against him, intentionally or not. He always has.

Though he has to resist embarrassment when he notices the way his brother is watching him. Sam raises a brow, smiling that irritating smile of his. 

“Oh, yeah. You’re not happy at all,” he intones.

“Never said I wasn’t,” Dean says defensively. But he perks up when you return. Maybe you’re bringing more garlic bread. 

Instead, you’re holding a tin pan.

“What’cha got there?” he asks.

“Dessert,” you announce. It’s a Cuban flan: creamy, rich custard with a consistency smoother than cheesecake, and thicker than pudding.  

You haven’t even sat back down yet when Dean carves himself a generous slice. He moans when a large forkful melts in his mouth. You start to blush as you watch him with crossed arms and a hand over your smile. You don’t know whether to be amused or flattered.

Sam watches his brother stuff his face with a subtle shake of his head.    

“You’re enabling him,” he tells you. You shrug, but then you rest your hands on both Sam and Dean’s shoulders. 

“Now I have someone to cook for,” you say. You have tears in your eyes, but you quickly blink and try to turn away. Frowning, Dean takes your hand. 

“Hey, where you going?” he says, and aims to pull you into his lap. You hesitate, knowing you’re not going to be able to squeeze between him and the table.  

“It’s okay, these hips don’t fit,” you chuckle wryly, with a sniffle. But Dean just backs his chair up from the table a bit to make room. 

“What’re you talking about? You fit right here,” he says firmly, and he tugs you down. This is the one thing Dean has tried his damndest to break you out of—that self-deprecating streak of yours. 

You finally accept being guided into his lap, where you indeed fit snugly across his thighs. His arm comes around the front to hold you close by your hip, while his other hand rests comfortingly on your back.

Looking up into his eyes, you draw enough courage to be honest. 

“I was mostly raised by my grandma,” you begin to explain. Your father wasn’t ready to be one, and so wasn’t in the picture. Your mother died when you were in high school. So when your grandmother also passed away a few years ago… 

Well, you’ve been alone for a while.

You sniff and wipe at your face, but your eyes close as Dean’s lips press above your brow. When you next open your eyes and cautiously look between the brothers, Sam’s sympathy warms you. 

“If it isn’t obvious, you have a home here,” he says. “We can never replace what you’ve lost, but…we’re your family too.”

You know that Dean feels the same way by the way he brushes the tears from your cheek, thumbing at your bottom lip.

"You're right where you need to be," he says, with a hand squeezing your hip. His sincerity is in his even tone, in the firmness in his eyes.

You’re able to smile a bit.

“Ah…I’m interrupting, aren’t I?”

The three of you turn to the kitchen doorway, where Castiel stands awkwardly. He clearly senses emotional tension, but it breaks the moment you turn to him with a tearful laugh. 

“Hey, Cas. Have you ever eaten ‘old clothes?’” you ask. 

His puzzled expression is absolutely priceless.  

When Sam finds a possible hunt in Hope, Indiana, Castiel agrees to go with you all. It’s a small, corn-fed town in the middle of nowhere, and five people have gone missing over the course of a year. 

The latest is a nine-year-old kid named Andy Campbell. That alone upsets you; if you have one weakness, it’s for kids.

“Local farmers have been reporting dead cattle too, drained of blood,” Sam says from the passenger seat in the Impala. “I’m thinking vampires trying to keep a low profile.”

“Sounds about right, if a bit sloppy,” Dean remarks. They are in the Midwest though. If this is a coven, or even a rogue vamp who’s been here a while, maybe they got lazy. “So what, police station first? Get any details they might’ve missed.”

“I want to talk to the kid’s mom,” you say. It earns Dean’s gaze at you in the rearview mirror. “We can get the last time she saw him, where he went missing, anything she might’ve held back from the police.”

He nods and shares a glance with Sam. “I’ll go with her. You and Cas scope out the station.”

The angel has gotten better at pretending to be a Fed, but not by much. Sam agrees, even though Dean sees in his face that he’d rather be taking his brother. Dean tempers a smile and keeps driving to the closest motel in this dusty town. 

You don a sensible pantsuit to match Dean’s Fed suit, along with your badges: Agents Buckingham and Nicks. 

When Andy’s mom, Rachel Campbell, opens the door of her modest home to you and Dean, he lets you take the lead. You’re good at this part, connecting with the victims and getting them to talk. He sometimes worries about you though—that your soft, sympathetic heart will get the best of you. 

“How long has Andy been missing?” you ask, accepting a cup of tea from the woman. 

Rachel is around your age, maybe a few years older. She looks run down, a shell of a human as she looks at the carpet rather than at you or Dean. You can’t know exactly how she feels, but you have a vivid imagination. 

And from the various pictures of her and Andy on the wall, just the two of them, you deduce that she’s a single mother. Just like your mom had been.

“Almost four months,” she admits. “The police station doesn’t even return my calls anymore.”

That upsets you, but you keep a lid on your emotions to focus on the woman in front of you. 

“Andy’s father, he’s not around?” Dean asks. Rachel shakes her head, confirming your suspicions.

“No, we split up shortly after he was born,” she replies, her tone tired and resigned. “I was at work. I uh, I work at a doctor’s office. Andy was supposed to come home on the bus, like any other day…but he never did.”

She sucks in a shaky breath as the beginnings of tears make her eyes red and glassy. 

“His school couldn’t tell me why he wasn’t on the bus. But one of his friends said he was late getting out of class, so he must’ve tried to walk home. Even though he knew he could call me when that happens…anyway, somebody must’ve grabbed him.”

Rachel looks away as a tear streams down her cheek, followed by another. You feel your throat tighten with a sympathetic burn behind your eyes, but you keep it at bay long enough to set down your tea. You reach out and lay a hand on the woman’s hand. She meets your steady gaze. 

“I promise, we’ll find your son,” you tell her.

“What?” you ask Dean as the two of you leave the small house, walking back to the Impala in the driveway. You just know there’s something up with him by the stoic look on his face. It isn’t so stoic to you. 

He waits until the two of you are in the car before he levels you with a raised brow. 

“Look, I know you want to find this kid. I do too,” he says. “But watch out about making promises you can’t keep.”

You frown back at him. “What’s better, letting that poor woman have no hope at all?”

In his mind, Dean thinks it’s worse to give her false hope. But he sees how stubborn you’re getting, so he doesn’t push it. The fact that you care about people like Rachel is part of what drew him to you in the first place, but there’s a line, he thinks. A point where you can care too much. 

When you two eventually meet up with Sam and Castiel, they’ve been able to confirm from the body of a recent Jane Doe, with a row of lethal bite marks on her wrist, that this is definitely a vamp case. 

After narrowing down where each of the victims were taken, the four of you sketch out a perimeter of where the monsters could likely be hiding. It’s Dean who finds the old barn on the verge of a corn field, about three miles away from the school where Andy was taken. 

You all wait until high noon the next day to scope it out. Looking into the front windows is useless; all evidence points to an empty home.

The back of the barn is another story. Cracking the barn door open reveals a large storage area, where a nest of vampires are sleeping in their beds. Some are coupled off, but you note a few on single beds.

Then, your eyes narrow on the humans sleeping piled together in the corner—three women, a young man, and Andy Campbell on a twin-sized bed of his own.  

Dean carefully closes the barn door, and the four of you regroup back to the Impala.

“It’s a bigger nest than we thought,” Sam says, though he keeps his voice quiet. Dean is already opening the trunk for his favorite machete. 

“First, let’s get those humans out,” he says. You agree with a nod when he hands you a weapon.  

Dean shoots you a wink. “This one’s Brenda.”

“What happened to Lucille?” you ask, taking the knife from him.

“That’s the bat wrapped in barbed wire. Matter of fact, I should break her out.”

Dean reaches into the trunk and pulls out the blood-stained bat. He rubs the handle fondly. 

“Ahh, Dad loved this thing.”

You sidle up next to him and glance over wryly. “You want some alone time with your big stick, there?”

Dean flashes you a smirk, giving you a long once over in your form-fitting shirt and jeans. “Well, you’re certainly welcome to join me, sweetheart.” 

You snort in response, bumping into his side with your hip. Dean teasingly bounces one of your curls in your face. You smile and swat his hand away.

Sam subtly rolls his eyes, despite a small smile as he shares a look with Cas.

“All right. Can we go, please?” Sam says in amusement. Castiel awkwardly straps on a machete to his belt. He doesn’t believe he’ll need it, but Sam and Dean are always prepared. He wants to be as well. 

You’re ready to go, but Dean holds you back by your shoulder. You look up at him curiously.

“Hey, follow our lead on this one, okay?” he asks. 

You sense that he’s hedging at something more specific with that request. 

“What do you mean?”  

“The kid. I know you wanna beeline for him the second we get in there, but hold off,” Dean says. His gaze is serious. “He could be turned.”

He got a good look inside, the same as you. The kid was lying on a bed while the other humans were chained up on the floor. Still, you shoot him an incredulous look. 

“Why would they turn a kid?” you ask. “They have the others.”

“Yeah, and they were chained up. Why not him?” Dean asks, imploring you to think logically. He shares a look with Sam, who silently agrees. You look between the brothers with pursed lips. 

“Maybe they don’t give a fuck, because they’re cocky assholes,” you retort. And you walk past them to head back towards the barn. 

The brothers and the angel share one last look, with Dean letting out a subtle breath before he follows you.

You creep back into the barn, as quiet as possible through the room of snoring vampires. The brothers and Castiel go to the sleepy women in the corner. They look dirty and malnourished, wearing threadbare clothing. Sam feels the pulse of the man prone on the floor, but he’s already dead. 

When one of the girls wakes with a whimper, Dean holds his finger to his lips, warning them all wordlessly to be quiet. He looks over and doesn’t find you next to him. He nearly curses out loud when he sees you heading for Andy’s bed across the room. 

Meanwhile, you touch the little boy’s shoulder and shake him a little. He wakes with a small sound of reluctance, but you shush him gently. 

“Andy?” You grasp his shoulders. He nods, though his blonde brows are furrowed with confusion. 

“Who…who are you?” he asks. He rubs at his sleepy brown eyes. 

“I’m here to help,” you reply in a whisper. “I’m going to get you back to your mom, okay?”

After a moment, he nods and lets you pick him up into your arms. You hazard looking over across the room, and you find Dean’s annoyed gaze. Despite the uncomfortable churning in your belly, you ignore him for now and head for the back door.

You’re only able to take a few steps when you feel a hand wrap tightly in your hair and pull it away from your neck, just for rows of several razor-sharp teeth to sink into your neck.

AN: 😬 ...Sorry. If you don't know me by now, I love a cliffhanger. But how'd you like Dean getting used to sharing his space? (And having someone to occasionally put him on his toes.)

Part 2 will feature a good old fashioned "you should've listened to me" fight, some angst, some making up, some salsa dancing, and a healthy dose of smutty smut.

Next Time:

“I don’t care what that legendary gut tells you,” you sass back. “I’m not a little girl, and you’re not my damn father!”

Dean raises incredulous brows at the way you’re shouting at him. He crosses his arms. 

“What’s this, some kind of Latina temper?” he asks snidely. 

You truly become incensed at that. 

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thank you so much for your compliment on my characterization, it really really means a lot 🥹 i think that’s one of the highest praises you can receive as a writer and i’m sitting here all giddy because it makes me so happy hearing people are on the same page as me!!

also yes, i’m a big osamu fan as well and oh, i have a lot to say about him!! although if you’d make me choose (which would be a lil mean ngl, making me pick a favorite child) i’d probably prefer atsumu over osamu a bit. i find myself writing for him a lot more but i really want to write more for lil samu as well! the twins are just really dear to me and even though i initially was a bit sad finding out they split up after high school and that osamu didn’t continue playing volleyball, i think it’s for the best! and i think even if they both ended up pursuing pro volleyball, i’d prefer them to be in different teams

i think osamu is often overlooked a little because he’s less flashy than his brother. he probably gets dragged into a lot of his brother’s antics but i think they both have strong personalities and they’re both very interesting characters!

i guess between the two, he’s the more mature and independent one. (well, we know atsumu relies on his brother to feed him so.. yeah) he, despite knowing atsumu wouldn’t be particularly happy about it, decided to become a chef instead of going pro. that takes some real determination and resoluteness because considering the talent he has (i think he’s along the athletes with the best stats pre-timeskip) the easy thing to do would be to join his brother. and i guess in a way, that’s what most people probably expected him to do and it takes some real guts to go against that

we know he loves volleyball and i don’t really agree with the hc i sometimes see that he’s done it halfheartedly. i think he’s just less expressive than his brother which is why in comparison to him, it may seem like that. but i think at their core, the miya twins are defined by passion; only that passion shows in different ways. they’re both incredibly successful (atsumu being an olympian and part of the national team, and osamu owning a restaurant that seems to be going exceptionally well) and it’s their passion and mutual support that brought them there. they always seem to find new ways to push each other to new heights, even when they go different paths

and i personally love that he’s a foodie, i think it’s really cute! it’s most likely one of his love languages as well. and that phrase “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” is probably true for him lmao

i think in a relationship, he’d be more straightforward than his brother. he probably knows what he wants and needs more whereas tsumu needs more time figuring it out. i also picture him as less playful and if he tells you something, he definitely means it. i think once you get with him, he’s always going to give you a sense of security and reliability. (similar to kita btw, i love that lil farmer, he’s so adorable i wanna squish his cheeks and kiss his forehead so badly) he isn’t one to play around and i think if he’s gonna dedicate himself to something, he goes all in or nothing. he’s probably gonna make sure to talk about what you guys want early in the relationship to avoid disappointment and heartbreak. he’s nothing if not thorough

also, random headcanon but he’s probably really good with kids. i can’t not imagine kids coming into onigiri miya and absolutely loving him. he just strikes me as the kind of guy who makes even the shyest kids feel so comfortable around him that you can’t help but think it’s some kind of magic 😔

to be honest, i do think my characterization of atsumu is a bit clearer than osamu’s. and i also think osamu is a bit harder to grasp because his brother is so center-of-attention sometimes and we don’t really see a lot of him post-timeskip. but i’m really looking forward to writing more for osamu!!

wall of text again lmao i get carried away so easily talking about my favorites it’s crazy …..

heyy wendy, thank you so so much for the tags on my atsumu piece!! i was really happy seeing your reblog in my inbox!!

i threw that together pretty quickly because lately i’ve been thinking a lot about atsumu and his experience/the way he would approach intimacy in general and … and he’s so cute i could pass away….. he’s 100% all bark no bite and i just can’t picture him as overly experienced despite this whole fuckboy atsumu agenda going on in the fandom. he wants to come off as tough and cool when really he’s just a babyboy but you have to indulge him sometimes

and as soon as you’re alone he’s onto you because big boy needs a lot of love and i don’t see him as someone who could even truly enjoy sex without any feelings at all? the way i see it is that he gets off of the sensuality, emotion and affection rather than the act itself if that makes sense. stimulation is one thing but it definitely gets amplified by having an actual connection and i picture atsumu as one handsy guy. he’s touching you, squeezing you, burying his face in your nape to take in your smell and i’ll be damned if he doesn’t love when you run your fingers through his hair. i think he generally appreciates all sorts of displays of affection and i can’t see that being any different when it comes to his sexuality

sorryy for that wall of text but i could honestly ramble about my characterization of atsumu for hours, i just think he’s such an interesting and well fleshed-out character that i’m physically unable to shut up about him 🫡

The fact that you "threw that together quickly" is a huge indicator of your talent. Whenever I want to write something I need to spend 3-5 business days just drafting the outline. I LOVED THIS ATSUMU DRABBLE- I've read it three times already.

Honestly, I 100% with the idea of Atsumu that you have. While I love the confident bravado he puts up, and the one the fanbase likes to focus on, I do think that at his core, he's a deeply sensitive person. In a way, he's like Bokuto but less dramatic. I think he would be in love with the idea of being in love until he finds the right person who sees through the shell he's put on.

Once he does find that person, I think they become his person. He's completely in love and invested in the relationship. He'd find new love languages that work best for him, and the "first" milestones of the relationship would mean so much to him, even if they weren't what he imagined them to be. Apart from touch, which I 100% agree would be one of his love languages, he'd love to show how much he cares about you through his actions, even if they don't materialize perfectly. He'll buy you a bouquet of flowers that you might be allergic to, try his hand at cooking to surprise you after a long day of work, and meet you at your workplace after practice if you finish around the same time. Maybe he doesn't always get it right, and maybe he'd be worried that you could do better, but he'd definitely give you his all and honestly, that's romantic.

CHAT WITH ME ABOUT HIM ANYTIME YOU WANT VILE BECAUSE, I LOVE THE MIYA TWINS AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING