#Kickin' my legs back n' forth like a little boy :)

[thateclecticbitch]

My crush just asked for my phone number afhjdjekckwlgns!!!!

[keichan]

Mutual Interest

Request: AAAAA IM IN NEED FOR SUM OSAMU X SHY READER where she loves to cook like him and they meet through a library bc she’s finding new recipes and they both want the same book and bc of that they become friends and then he tries to confess! Adding the team trying to help him too lmaoo ✨✨

A/N: midterms do b kickin my ass! Happy birthday twins! MIYA SUPREMECY

Warnings: Swearing

WC: 4.2k

★Osamu x Reader ★

It was a quiet afternoon in the public library. You wandered down the cookbook isles with your hands in the pockets of your sweatpants, peering through the shelves. Lately you feel like you’ve run out of ideas for your cooking. You were so occupied with your eyes glued to the shelves, you didn’t even notice that someone was right in front of you. 

You collided to the side of a tall boy around your age. Heat quickly rushed to your cheeks and you bowed whispering a brief apology. You avoided his gaze as he reassured you it wasn’t a big deal before his back turned away from you. 

You caught a glimpse of his jacket reading the words ‘Inarizaki Volleyball Club’. It was a neighboring school close to yours was the only thought in your head before you returned your focus back to the shelves. Your hands hovered over a book that caught your eye. You gently pull it off the shelf before analyzing the cover.

“Damn, I’ve been looking for that one this entire time.” The voice of the boy before rang in your ear. You pull the book to your chest before turning around to meet a pair of startling gray eyes. 

“S-sorry, I don’t think there’s another copy.” You stuttered. 

“It’s okay.” He smiled. “It’s just kind of a bummer, every time I’ve come here, it’s always gone.”

You look down at your sneakers, teetering on your heels nervously. 

“Sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it! So do you like to cook? I think I’ve seen you here a few times. In this section I mean.”

You nod with your gaze to the ground. 

“It’s definitely my favorite thing to do.”

“Really?” Excitement flooded his voice. He leaned down to meet your gaze. His eyes bore into yours. “I love to cook! If it’s not too strange I was going to cook some agemochi for a small lunch time snack. I hope it’s not too weird to invite you to my place. Maybe I could browse over the book!”

You didn’t know the tall gray-haired boy at all… But agemochi was definitely one of your favorite things to eat…

“Only because of the agemochi.” Your head snapped towards his followed with a confident nod. He clapped his hands together (silently) with a coy smile etched on his lips.

“Perfect! Let’s go…” he tilted his head at you. 

“L/N F/N.”

He began walking to the book checkout. “Let’s go, L/N F/N. Also my name is Miya Osamu.”

Luckily for you, Miya Osamu lived between your home and the library. 

He halted at his front door fumbling for his keys. He paused to turn to you with a blank look on his face. “I just want to tell you now, if my brother is home, I’m so sorry.” With that, he turned his keys in the door to hear a voice yelling from inside. 

“‘Samu! Is that you? I’m fuckin hungry.” Osamu walked into his home with you in tow, rounding the corner you saw a boy who looked exactly like him, though his hair bleached and had the most bored expression pasted on his face. You peeked your head around Osamu’s shoulder to see his face contort into something completely different. A resting smirk. 

“My, my, who do we have here?” He propped his chin up on his hands before glancing up to meet his brother's eyes. 

“This is Y/N. We became friends at the library roughly 15 minutes ago because she likes to cook, so I invited her over so I can cook for her.”

“How sweet!”

“Shut up.”

The two broke into snide remarks and your eyes traveled back and forth between the two as if it was a tennis match. After roughly a minute Osamu quit bickering and grabbed your wrist gently to bring you into the kitchen. 

“Sorry, he’s a little much.”

“No, it’s okay my-“

“I’m literally right here, ‘Samu.”

Osamu ignored his twin as he began to sort out his ingredients to cook for you. 

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m over?”

Osamu turned to give you a reassuring smile. 

He began to ask more questions about you, always turning his head to give you a sign that he was all ears for whatever you had to say to coax you out of your shell. He didn’t push you to answer anything but words came out easy around him. Turns out that you two had loads in common on top of cooking. It wasn’t before long before you thought in your mind that you were more than happy to have met him, and not just for the agemochi.

“Osamu, I’m just saying that you’re cooking this wrong. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“I’m sorry, but what did you two just say to me?”

“Oh! This is getting interesting!” Atsumu’s eyes switched between the two of you, holding his drink in both hands like a toddler watching cartoons. 

You covered your face with your hands contemplating, before taking a deep sigh. 

“Osamu, if you cook your vegetables like that and add it in it’s not going to taste right. And you’re cutting it in the wrong shape so it’s not going to cook evenly.” You stammered, looking everywhere besides the twins. 

Osamu crossed his arms with an annoyed expression. “Really?”

You stiffly nodded. Osamu noticed your body tense up and walked towards you with a small smile. 

“It’s okay! I haven’t had your cooking yet since you’ve been coming over! I’d really love to try it, could you show me how?”

“Really?” 

“Really.” He placed a hand on your shoulder for reassurance, offering an eye squinting smile. 

“Why aren’t you this nice to me ‘Samu?!” Atsumu glared at his brother. Osamu used a single hand to wave off Atsumu without another word. 

Atsumu eventually got irritated and went to his bedroom. The only request being for someone to get him when the food is ready. 

The entire time you prepared the dish Osamu peered over your shoulder. His eyes were as big as saucers as he watched you in amazement.

“Y/N, I hate to admit it, but you were absolutely right, this looks way better than mine could’ve ever been.”

You turned your head around becoming face to face with Osamu with such a happy smile on your face. 

Oh Osamu realized. This is your comfort zone. It’s the only time he’s seen you after all of these weekends without a crease in your forehead or your eyebrows scrunched together. He couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Right!”

You focused on the dish with Osamu hovering over you and you presented it to him as if you were in your own little restaurant. 

“Here you go!”

Osamu graciously accepted the plate before sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Are you gonna eat, Y/N?”

“Yeah! I just want to see how you like it first!”

He nods before digging in to take the first bite. Osamu lifts his eyebrows with his eyes closed before nodding rapidly. 

“Y/N this is delicious!”

You touched your face with your hand before looking down at the ground. “Thank you!”

“Mhm! Go get you a plate so we can eat together.”

You nodded.  Before stepping around into the kitchen you look at Osamu. Never in your life have you seen someone in your life so happy to eat your cooking, not even your family. It made your heart warm. 

“We always cook over here, you should come over to my place and cook with me!” You sat on the Miya’s kitchen counter dangling your legs off the ground. 

“Please go ‘Samu. It’s been months. I’m tired of you two invading the kitchen every weekend. I miss my peace and quiet.”

Osamu rolled his eyes. “No free food for you then since you can’t cook for shit.”

“I-I didn't mean it like that I-“

“Don’t worry Atsumu, I’ll be sure to send Osamu home with something for you.” You sent him a small smile. 

Atsumu faced his brother and pointed a finger over to you. “I really like her. You should definitely keep her around.”

Osamu’s cheeks turned a shade of pink. “Shut up.”

You laughed as the twins broke out into a string of insults.

After school was over, Osamu met you in front of the gates of your high school to walk you home on a Friday evening. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come over tomorrow and just do Saturdays like normal?”

“No I can’t. We have qualifiers for nationals coming up so we have a lot of extra practice. We just need to squeeze in whatever time we can together”

“Right. Are you guys really good-“ you groaned. “-of course you’re really good! Your school has gone to the nationals like three years in a row! Sorry that was stupid of me.” You pulled at your skirt nervously. 

Osamu chuckled. “It’s okay!”

 He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to look at him. “I know. Also I’d really like it if you’d come out to a practice match, Y/N.”

“Osamu, I’d really like to, but I can’t.”

“If it’s about all the people, I can assure you that it’s not as many as you think, I’d just really like to see your face from the sidelines. I understand if you say no. It’s okay.” With that Osamu gave you a quick smile and a gentle pat on your head before beginning to walk ahead. 

“Y/N, who is this?” Your dad greeted the two of you at the front door.

Before you could open your mouth Osamu stepped in front of you and bowed. “Miya Osamu, sir. I’m a friend of Y/N’s. We met because we both really enjoy cooking.” 

“Oh! You’re her friend that she goes to visit every weekend! Pleasure to meet you!”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Osamu came over so we can cook today, is that alright, dad?”

Your dad nodded before the three of you walked into the kitchen. 

 “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go upstairs and change.” You placed your backpack on the kitchen table before exiting the room. 

Your dad leaned onto the counter. “I’m really glad that you and her met. She seems really happy when she comes home and she’s always looking forward to going over every weekend. Plus she’s always bringing home your cooking for me and her mom so I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, sir. I really enjoy being around her.” Osamu dipped his head slightly. 

“Dad you’re not freaking him out, are you?” You appeared in the doorway fiddling with your hands. 

He chuckled before shaking his head. “Just bragging on you.”

“How embarrassing, sorry you had to listen to all of it, Osamu.” You nodded in his direction. 

“Don’t worry about it. I enjoyed it.” Osamu offered a small smile. 

“C’mon, Y/N! You’re really going to love this bakery! When I found out about it, I just had to bring you.” Today was another day of Osamu wanting to walk you home after school. Your heart felt warm as he interlaced his fingers with yours and began to walk towards the city.

“Osamu, I didn’t know we were going out today. I don’t have my wallet-”

“I’m treating you today! It’s a date!” He grinned at you. 

“I like the sound of this!”

“The date part or the free after school snack part?”

“The snack!” Both.

“Damn.” Osamu let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m just kidding, you know I enjoy spending time with you!”

Osamu let go of your hand to hold the door to the cute little store open for you making your face 

heat up as you look at the ground. Osamu took your hand in his once more.

“I know you do.”

He stood in front of you to order your favorites as you admired him from behind, smiling. Everyday with Miya Osamu warmed your heart.

“Osamuuuuu!” You whined into the phone. “Open your front door! It’s freezing out here!”

“The front door is too far away.” He retorted. “The couch is so cozy… and warm. I don’t want to.”

“Osamu, pleaseeee! I’m going to turn into an icicle.” You hear him groan on the other line. 

“Y/N, why’re you acting like it's winter outside?”

“It’s December, Miya. Open the door.”

The line disconnected. 

The front door’s lock clicked and the door opened to reveal a very tired Osamu. He yawned, running his hands through his hair before moving aside to let you in. You couldn’t help but yawn. 

You punched his back as you followed him into the living room. 

“What the hell was that for?”

“You made me yawn stupid! And I’m freezing since you made me wait outside for so long.”

“Let me make you some hot tea.”

“It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay.”

Osamu sat down on the couch. “I was watching movies before you got here, hence the wear pajamas text I sent you. Wanna watch my favorites with me?”

You grinned. “Of course!”

You sat down next to him as he began a new movie. 

“Osamu can you share the blanket with me? I’m still pretty cold.”

“If that's okay with you then I don’t mind.” He lifted up the blanket. You comfortably slid over beside him. 

You pulled the blanket up to your chin before holding yourself in your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up. Osamu shifted closer to you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you towards his chest. Your body quickly relaxed into his side, into his warmth. 

“I made you some bento boxes for you to take home tonight. They’re sitting in the fridge for you.”

“Thanks, Osamu. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course.”

You gently slid your arm across his stomach to pull yourself closer to him. His other hand moved up to hold your arm gently. The two of you basked in a comfortable silence as the movie continued. 

Atsumu walked down the stairs of his home calling for his brother. He halted in the living room to see the two of you were laying down on the couch, passed out with the TV still running. You were strewn across Osamu, your head buried in his neck and your arms draped across his shoulders. The gray-haired boy held you tightly to his chest. Quiet snores coming for both of you. 

Annoyance spread across Atsumu’s face. He wanted Osamu to cook him something to eat. He walked behind his brother to smack him on the forehead. Osamu winced before Atsumu flicked him. 

“‘Samu. I’m hungry.” He whined. Osamu’s eyes barely opened to scowl at his brother. 

“Make instant ramen, I’m taking a nap.”

“Y/N comes over all the time now and you go to hers all the time,  just do all of this cutesy shit later.”

“Same goes to you and your food idiot.”

“Who are you calling an idiot?”

“Are you being serious right-”

“‘Samu, be quiet. You’re being loud.” You mumble into his chest. He stroked your hair, muttering a quiet apology. Osamu shot his twin a glare before closing his eyes again. 

“Be that way, asshole.”

“Osamuuuuu! Wake up.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked up to poke at the boy’s cheeks. You giggled. When Osamu was asleep, his bottom lip barely jutted out. It was adorable. 

“What?” He mumbled. He grabbed your hand and held it in his to keep it flat against his face. He looked down at you sleepily, your noses nearly brushing. You swallowed a lump in your throat that you didn’t know was there. 

“It’s getting late. I need to go home.” 

“But I’m comfortable, lay back down.”

“But, Osamu-“

“Please?”

“Okay.” You stuttered. “Ten more minutes.”

“Ten more minutes.”

Osamu gave your hand a slight squeeze before his hand traveled down to play with your hair. 

“Y/N.” He whispered.

“Mmm” you mumbled into his chest. 

“I really liked it when you called me ‘Samu. It was really adorable.”

“‘Kay ‘Samu. I think I wanna stay like this for a little bit longer with you.”

“I think the team for the practice match is here.”

“Really? I have a good feeling about this one.”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” Kita interjected into the twins' conversation. 

Atsumu held his hands up. “Woah, woah. I would never!”

Kita’s eyes bore into Atsumu’s before briefly walking away. Atsumu gulped before facing his brother. He gave him and Suna and small thumbs up with a stupid face mouthing “we got this”.

Throughout the entirety of the match Atsumu was attempting to show off more than normal. Surprisingly to every member of the team, he didn’t mess up. At all. 

“‘Samu, for the next play we should do the soul swap.”

“Stop giving things weird names.”

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

Osamu rolled his eyes as the team readied themselves on the court. The opposing team served the ball over to the net. Aran did a diving receive leading up to the twins to do the attack successfully, scoring a point for the match. The attack got the entire team in the zone and the twins competition with each other was flowing over the brim. 

It wasn’t before long that Inarizaki had won the match. 

After thanking the other team for the game Osamu walked up to his brother. “Why were you being more irritating than usual? Why're you trying to show off more than normal?”

“I just wanted to set you up to look better in front of her.” Atsumu nodded his head towards the stands. Osamu's eyes landed on you. He broke out into an excited smile. Quite frankly, it scared everyone of the team who saw it. Osamu was usually so deadpan with his expressions, it was alarming. 

Without another word, Osamu began to jog towards you. 

“You didn’t tell me you were coming to a match! This is our last practice match before nationals. We leave tom-.”

“‘Samu! Why didn’t you ever tell me you were so good! Every time you spiked the ball it looked so cool! I didn’t know you could do all of that!” You looked at the boy in astonishment. His face turned bright red. 

“I texted Atsumu about it last minute because I wanted to surprise you before you leave. And you’re right, there weren't a lot of people.” You smiled. 

“Sorry you had to see Atsumu flub his serves a lot today. He’s not as good as he thinks he is.”

You just laughed and waved it off. “Everyone makes mistakes, ‘Samu.”

“But especially ‘Tsumu, I mean you saw him.” He turned over his shoulder. “Oi, ‘Tsumu! Y/N said you suck!” You quickly shook your head over at Atsumu who looked like he could murder his brother. 

“‘Samu!” You slapped his shoulder. His hands slid into yours with ease as the two of you laughed. By now every single member of the Inarizaki boy’s volleyball team was staring at the two the two of you interacting. Confusion and shock and disgust (Atsumu) were on everyone’s face as they started to clean the court. 

Osamu quickly rushed over to help clean after mentioning to you to wait for him so you can come over and help him pack. He went to the locker room to take a fast shower and by the time he was out, you were surrounded by Aran, Kita, and Suna. Instead of seeing you reserved with a worried expression, you were laughing. More importantly, you got both Kita and Aran laughing at what you said. Atsumu appeared next to his twin.

“I can’t fucking believe it. Your girl actually got Kita to laugh. She’s a godsend.” Osamu nodded as he watched you from across the gym, his mouth slightly agape. Suna walked up to the twins. “I didn’t know you got a girlfriend, Osamu. She’s really sweet.”

“She’s really amazing, I-”

“Believe it or not they’re not actually dating. They just spend an obnoxious amount of time together in our house. Cuddling on the couch or cooking. Invading my homelife. The only good thing is that she makes ‘Samu less rude and doesn’t mind bringing me food or cooking for me. Dunno why ‘Samu won’t ask her out, it-”

“Watch it asshole. I have a plan-”

“Obviously not, she’s obviously in love with you, she probably isn’t even sure if you like her. You know she’s too shy to ask you anything.”

“That’s not true.”

“Then why has she talked to me about it?” 

“Stop fucking lying to me.” 

“But I’m not-”

Osamu harshly punched his brother's side. 

“I hate you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”  

The twins looked up to see you, Kita and Aran walking over. They both plastered smiles over while Suna looked irritated.

“Ready to go?” 

Osamu smiled walking up to you, grabbing your hand. He waves over his shoulder to everyone. 

“See you guys tonight!”

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N-san!” Kita smiled at you. The twins looked dumbstruck.

“You too, Kita-san! Bye everyone!”

You and the twins began to walk back to their home. 

“‘Samu, you didn’t have to walk me home, it’s out of the way of the high school.” You laughed. He swung your clasped hands as the two of you stepped in front of your front door. 

“I know but I wanted to.”

“Well, I’ll see you when you get back. I’ll be watching the live streams so you better play well for me.” You let go of his hand to turn to your door but he grasped it again. He pulled you into his chest for a hug.

“I’m gonna miss you.”

You pressed further into him, hugging him back.

“Right back at you.” You leaned up to place a small kiss on his cheek. The two of you paused, staring at each other as if to acknowledge what you just did. Osamu’s eyes flickered down to your lips before slowly leaning down. His lips gently brushed against yours, placing a soft, chaste kiss on them. 

“I’m definitely going to win nationals now.” Osamu pulled away with a gentle smile resting on his lips. 

“I’ll see you next week, okay?” With that, Osamu kissed the top of your forehead and began walking down the street. 

Your fingers grazed your own lips, wondering what just happened

Though you’ve been watching Inarizaki play, you’ve barely heard from either of the twins. Just a hey or sorry text for not responding once or twice a day. You knew that they were insanely busy, but didn’t try to overthink it too much. They’re supposed to come home this morning, but it was already dipping into the late afternoon, but you didn’t want to call or text since you knew they’d be exhausted. Especially after their loss against the team from Miyagi. 

Your phone buzzed gently beside you

Miya Atsumu: Hey, I don’t know where ‘Samu is, but can you come over and cook for me, our parents are out of town again. 

You rolled your eyes. You were already rushing to put on a sweater and lacing up your sneakers before hauling out the front door. 

You raised your hand to knock on the Miya’s door to be greeted face to face with their volleyball captain.

“Kita-san? Did Atsumu ask you to help him cook too?”

 He shook his head and Aran appeared over his shoulder. The two of them presented to you small bouquets of flowers. You lifted an eyebrow at them but the two men just smiled and stepped aside for you to walk in. 

You walk forward to the living room to see the furniture moved out of the way with a small picnic blanket covering the wood floor. With candles and pillows. Best of all, you recognized all of the favorites Osamu has ever cooked for you on little plates, neatly organized. 

Osamu stepped out into your view, behind him were other members of the team, soft smiles resting on their faces (except Suna). 

“I would’ve definitely made this outside but it’s just a tad chilly, so I hope this suffices.”

Osamu carefully grabbed the flowers out of your hands and placed them on the ground before grasping your hands in his. 

“Sorry for kissing you and just not saying much of anything. When we were in Tokyo, outside of playing, the team and I planned this out, that’s why I wasn’t answering.” His grip tightened gently, his thumbs now rubbing over the tops of your hands. 

“I really like you. I’m so glad that we bumped into each other that day in the library. I enjoy you coming over here every weekend, and especially now since you come over more. I enjoy spending my time with you and I hope to do it for a long time. Will you be my girlfriend?”

You nodded before throwing your arms around his neck. He held you tightly before placing a small kiss on your cheek, flashing a thumbs up to everyone signaling it was time for them to head out. 

He pulls away and places his finger under your chin mumbling “thank god for that cookbook.” Before going in for a kiss.

[disastrousbarnes]

Not without you (5)

Pairing: (Dad) Steve Rogers x Reader, (past) Bucky x Reader

Warning: swearing(?)

Summary: Ever since Steve lost Angela he hasn’t been the same, live hasn’t been the same. The only reason he was still doing this was for his kids, because they need him. So when a new chance at love comes on his path, will he take it? Will either of them take it?  

Authors note: Hi it took me a while to write this and I am not sure if I like it.... 

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Wordcount: 1828

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Chapter 5: Stark Tech Weapon Program (S.T.W.P)

//Flashback//

“Stevie? …Jesus Steve are you okay?”

“Yes I am fine Buck”

“Then why on earth are you crying?”

“I got in”

“Got in?”

“You know that art program I applied for? I got in!”

“That’s great, Steve, but these don’t exactly look like happy tears to me”

“It’s in … It’s in San Francisco”

“San Francisco…. That’s the other side of the country” Bucky’s voice was soft, barely there, but his face spoke volumes; He was sad, heartbroken even.

Seeing his best friend like that made Steve want to stay. Just call the university and tell them he won’t take it. He can’t take it, not if it meant hurting Bucky, leaving Bucky.

-

“You have to go” Bucky said, his voice was stern, he wasn’t going to change his mind.

Steve however had always been stubborn, extremely stubborn, “Buck you can’t tell me what to do. I want to stay. I won’t leave you alone.”

Bucky shook his head and placed his hands on Steve’s small shoulders. “C’mon Stevie, you have to do this. Live a little, learn about something you’re passionate about. Make new memories, see new things.”

God damnit Bucky, Steve thought, resting his head against the hand on his shoulder. “I’ll go,” He agreed, the hesitation clear in his voice. Was this really what he wanted? “But promise me we’ll stay in touch.”

Bucky grinned, “Yeah of course Punk. I expect a call every other day, gotta make sure you’re still kickin’ “

Steve just nodded, decently sure that if he opened his mouth again he’d cry like a little baby.

Leaving Bucky behind, was by far the hardest decision Steve has made in his whole 19 years of living.

//End Flashback//

Steve couldn’t shake the thoughts of Bucky, especially not his death.

That is how he ended up spending his entire day researching the Stark tech weapon program (S.T.W.P).

  He even took some notes:

Turns out the program was set up by New York natives Tony Stark and James Barnes.

                            So Bucky helped set up the project that ended up leading to his death?

It was set up with the intention of creating fast, efficient, military grade weapons.

           This doesn’t even sound like something Bucky would ever want to be involved in.

The weapon part of the program is strictly created and used within military basis’ and war territory. For every weapon created 200% of the money used to make it is donated to a V.A organization ran by ex-air force member, Sam Wilson. This organization helps  veterans all over the country rebuild their life.

                  Now that sounds like something Bucky would be involved in, helping others.

Suddenly he realized something, Sam Wilson, that is the same Sam Wilson he met the other night, it must be. How else could he know all about Bucky’s death. Also how big is the chance of Bucky knowing and working with two Sam Wilson’s.

After careful consideration he decided to send Sam a text, see if he wanted to hang out sometimes. Wilson had told him that ‘a friend of Bucky’s is a friend of his’, after all.

SR: Hey Sam, Steve here! Was wondering if you’d like hangout sometime?

SW: Jo, of course man. I can do dinner tonight. The missus is away 😉

SR:You could have dinner here, do have kids here though…..

SW: I have kids around always, any excuse not to cook is great. Just send me your address.

Dinner was not what Steve had in mind, at all, but having a little adult company around wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

 By the time Sam arrived Steve was sitting on the couch, beer in hand.

Peggy was standing in the kitchen, instructing the younger kids to make the table. She herself was tending to the food.

Steve felt like a worthless parent for allowing his kids to take care of everything. Again. But when Peggy came home from picking up the kids and offered to take over, it just felt so easy. Steve couldn’t help himself. He just let her.

The doorbell rang, pulling Steve from his self-deprecating thoughts. He hoisted himself from the couch and went to open the door. When he got there Jazz was already standing in the door opening.

“Hey, my name is Jasmine, but everyone calls me Jazz. You must be Sam. Dad’s friend!” She said, holding her hand out to the man.

Sam’s eyes met Steve’s, he laughed, taking her hand. “Yeah, I’m Sam. Nice to meet you kid.”

Dinner went by smoothly. Sam was, to Steve’s surprise, really good with kids. The two of them were sitting on the porch swing, drinking a beer. Sam had done the dishes, claiming it was the least he could do, especially since they made him such an amazing dinner.

“Did you make the food?” Sam asked, slowly rocking the chair back and forth with his legs.

Steve shook his head, “My eldest, Peggy, did.”

Sam leaned in. “Well Steve, I was afraid that that was the case so I said nothing, but that is perhaps the blandest, most tasteless chicken I have ever had.” The tone in which he said it implied it was a secret.

This caused Steve to breakout in laughter. “I thought you found it an amazing dinner.”

“That’s what you say when someone cooks you dinner. It’s the nice thing to do.”

“Well thanks for not breaking my kid’s heart.” Steve said and winked.

“Steven Rogers, are you flirting with me?” Sam said, adding a fake gasp for drama.

The comment made Steve almost choke on his beer. “You wish.”

“Sure wouldn’t mind.”

“You…” Steve wasn’t sure how to ask this question. “You swing… that way?”

Now Sam was the one laughing. “If you’re asking if I am gay? Then yes.”

Well Steve sure didn’t see that one coming. He had secretly been thinking that Y/N and Sam were together. So right now he was really happy he didn’t ask that question.

“You got a problem with that?” Sam asked when Steve stayed silent.

Steve was quick to shake his head. “No ofcourse not, Peggy and James are both gay. Well James is bi, which mean he likes boys and girls, atleast I think it does. Any way I don’t have a problem with it. It’s just that I- I thought that you and- You and Y/N were together, maybe.” He said, stumbling over his words as he way going way to fast.

“Dude calm down. I was just messing with you.” Sam had put his hand on Steve’s shoulder, in an attempt to get him to slow down. “Also, me and Y/N? Really you think I would date my best friends widow? That’s not an okay move.”

For some odd reason that last comment stung Steve, way more than it should. I mean it isn’t like he was dating Y/N or even wanted too, right?. So why did it offend him so much? Perhaps because Sam called Bucky his best friend. Yeah maybe that was it.

[deputybodecker]

For a second, I think we’ve reached an understandin’, a brief moment where you seem to give in to me and it does nothin’ but raise suspicion. You fought tooth and nail up to this point, rabid like a fuckin’ dog, why would ya stop now? You call me by my title and my cock visibly twitches in my uniform, those little words are a lifeline straight to my ego. I loosen the fingers in your hair and shove at your shoulder to get you onto your back on the ground. I kneel next to you, on my way to over ya when I stop and watch you pop one of the buttons on your blouse open. It’s all soft, delicious flesh underneath, like the ripe peaches I used to steal when I was a boy from the farm down the way.

That action and your next words contradict and it sets alarms off in my head again. I don’t know if I believe it, that you’re pure and untouched, virginal, but my cock sure does. You tell me you’ll give me whatever I want and I lean down to coo atcha, to tell you that I’ll be gentle if you’ll be good for me. You reach for my face and I think you’re gonna kiss me, prove to me that you’ll be a good girl, but instead your forehead slams just above the bridge of my nose, where it shoulda been if you were trying to break somethin’. It hurts like a bitch but I ain’t bleedin’, more angry ‘n anythin’ else.

You try to scramble away from me and I lock my fingers around your ankle, yankin’ ya back in front of me, shakin’ my head in anger and disappointment. When you’re where I wantcha to be I close my fist around your throat, slammin’ you back into the dirt, tryin’ to rattle ya enough to listen to me. My shotgun is too far away but my baton is still on my hip. I hold your hands down behind your head and point my baton in your face, giving you a warning look before the smile spreads back across it.

“Now listen, lil doe,” I start. The double entendre of circumstance isn’t lost on me, and I’ve always been a man with a flair for the dramatic. “The way I see it, you got three options—” you’re still kickin’ and squirmin’ like a stupid little worm and my anger bubbles over. I deliver a harsh rap of my baton to the outside of your thigh, not hard enough to break anythin’, but there’s gonna be a nice bruise for a couple-a weeks. I lean down into your face again, jaw set, our eyes locked, so there’s no mishearin’ me.

“You’ll behave or I’ll start breakin’ bones, do ya hear me?”

You give me a nod, trynna to reign in the pain from your face and your leg and likely the other aches and pains from sprawlin’ yourself on the ground twice tryna run from me.

“The way I see it you got three options,--” my baton travels from the outside of your thigh to the inside and up towards your apex. “Option number one, you’re a good girl and you let me deflower that tight pussy right here and you don’t fight me, and I’ll take you home.” The baton works it way father up, nestling against your cunt over your clothes. “Option number two, you fight me and I’ll cuff you. I’ll let your future husband deflower your cunt and I’ll split that cute little asshole open, then take you to a co-ed jail where they’ll pass ya ‘round .” The baton works itself back and forth, just enough pressure to create arousal against your clit. “Or option number three,--” I press my baton hard into you, directly over your clit. “—you do somethin’ stupid and I’ll paint the fuckin’ trees with the insides of that pretty little head. Then I’ll report you as my Lil Jane Doe and have the coroner come pick up what’s left of ya.”

Every other Saturday night the Deputy Sheriff is required to do beat cop shit like the rest of the fuckin’ smurfs and I would much rather be at home fucking my fist. I at least got to assign my own post, and keeping watch for horny teenagers at the local drive-in came with its own entertainment and food. The free food I’m privy to does nothing for my waistline, but I don’t really give a shit, I’m more worried about the upcoming Sheriff’s election.

I’m jolted from where I was dozed, my hat falling from where it covered my eyes to my lap, my CBC radio crackling to life. Deputy Bodecker we have a 322 called in from Joe’s General Store. What, am I the only badge on duty tonight? They can’t get a smurf to look in on a shoplift? Sun ain’t even all the way down yet. I huff and pick up my comm, answering dispatch. “We ain’t go no one else, Meredith?”

Dispatch comes back over the radio. No Deputy, they’re all on calls. I can only feel my irritation blossoming across the back of my neck. I am too damn good of a cop to be doin’ this shit. They should just beat the kid’s ass and send ‘em back home to Mommy so she can beat his ass again. I respond to the call, just like I promised I would do the day I graduated the academy. “Tell Joe I’m on my way and that he better have somma them butterscotch candies ready for me when I get there. Sonofabitch.”

The last part is said more under my breath as my car shifts into drive and I exit the drive-in stage left. Joe’s store is only a few miles down the road and when the bell over the door rings, I meet Joe’s wild eyes. Old man’s always been fuckin’ crazy, his poor wife tries her best to take care’a him. I press a finger to my lips, letting him know that I need to catch this person in the act if it’s gonna do me any good to be here. Joe nods and darts his eyes in the direction of the aisle where you are.

The moment I see you walking down the aisle away from me, I decide you’re leaving here in handcuffs. Joe doesn’t keep security cameras and even if you didn’t steal anything, you’re carrying a backpack and it’s fuckin’ suspicious. My gaze slides over your ass and my mouth waters. I always liked ‘em shaped like you, the smaller ones bruised my pelvis.

“You gonna pay for that shit, darlin’?” My stance goes wide and authoritative, arms folding over my puffed-out chest while I watch your grip tighten on something in your pocket.

@viridescent-steph

[platinumjeon]

Ankle Biter | epilogue

I just want to say thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you guys so much for supporting Ankle Biter. Although it gave me so much frustration, writing Ankle Biter was really an incredible experience and you guys gave me so much motivation and inspiration. It was an idea among a hundred in my notebook, and what made me decide to write this one, I have no idea. But I’m so glad I did. And in writing it, it made me fall more and more in love with Taehyung that he’s totally ruining poor Namjoon over here.

So, for the last time..you swear that your job sucks, except for the guy who keeps coming in every morning to order himself a black coffee, and his kid a strawberry milk and chocolate muffin. When you and Taehyung have an awkward run-in at the cafe thanks to his kid, feelings start to emerge and so do the secrets.

Please listen to “Nostalgia” by Ji Pyeong Kwon while reading this. :’)

3 years later;

The room was brighter than you had imagined it to be. Doctors flooded the room in waves, taking vitals, checking heartbeats. Taehyung’s hand wrapped around yours, the platinum diamond ring’s glimmer bouncing off the walls of the beige room, jumping from place to place when you moved your hand.

“Are you ready?” Taehyung asked, sitting on the edge of your bed as the doctors left the room for a moment, creating almost a leery, jittery silence that made you want to jump up out of bed and pace the room, heavy belly and all.

You shake your head, worried if you spoke, the words would come out all jumbled and cracked. Taehyung grinned; that boxy grin that trapped you in his arms in the first place, and shifted so half of his leg was resting on the mattress. “Everything is going to be fine, Y/N. I promise. Aren’t you excited?” Taehyung tittered like a child, but grasping your hand tightly nonetheless.

A nervous smile made it’s way to your face. “I’m excited,” you gulp, and Taehyung snorts. 

“Hey, this is my first time doing this, too. I wasn’t there when Taeji was born, remember? This is scary!” He finally admits, letting go of your hand and looking just barely nervous before that same smile readmits itself. 

“You’re not the one pushing a tiny human out of a hole in your body so hush up,” You mutter, and Taehyung looks taken aback, feigning hurt as he lifts a hand and puts it gingerly over his heart. “Well, I never...”

Laughing, you hoist yourself up into a sitting position and Taehyung rushes to you, tsking and threatening to tattle to the doctor because “he told you not to push things.” After the doctor had said that, though, Taehyung decided to make a fool of himself and mutter, “push things. Like the baby out. Ha. Good one, doc.” You had smacked his arm in response.

“Ow.” You whisper, a hand flying to your extended belly and Taehyung’s head whips to see what you’re owing about, when you grab his hand and settle it on the top of your stomach. A little foot was pressed against your skin and Taehyung gleamed down at you, excited as could be. 

The door opened at that moment, and your nurse walked in with a clipboard in hand and a smile plastered on her tired face. “How are we in here?” She asked, setting the clipboard down and walking to the other side of the bed. The nurse noticed Taehyung’s hand still on your stomach, and she smiled fondly. “Baby kickin’ you? Do you know the gender yet?” 

Both you and Taehyung shook your head. “He wants a girl, I want a boy.” You explain, and the nurse grins. 

“I’ve got 2 boys. Is this one your first?” She asks as she checks your IV of Pitocin.

You and Taehyung look at each other, his eyes glazed with tears of pride and yours full of nervousness, but both of you answer in unison, “No.”

Hours later you cradle a tiny bundle in your arms, wrapped in a pink blanket and pink hat on a tiny head. You had made room on one side of the bed for Taehyung to lay next to you, and his finger gently moved back and forth against the baby’s pink cheek while his other arm was tucked under your neck.

“Taeji is going to be so excited,” He says, a quiet, comforted, almost dreamy look on his face as he stares at his new little girl, eyes closed and mouth opening occasionally to yawn.

You hum, and think about the moments right after she had arrived, the way Taehyung had tears streaming down his face, his own hands shaking more than your own, sobs coming from his mouth as he tried to conceal his happiness. You figured that he had never thought of this as something he would get to experience. From nameless one night stands to scandals to an addiction to...this. A new beautiful chapter in a life he thought would never turn around the way it already has. You had to give Taeji credit for turning Taehyung into the incredible father he was, but having this baby only solidified it and made an already love-mushy single dad into a married, hopeful, incredible father that saw the stars in his children’s eyes.

And even if you had the option to change any memory in the past few years of being with Taehyung, from being called pretty coffee girl and looking forward to seeing this stranger with a baby that looked just like him, there wouldn’t be anything in the world that would make you want to forget and start over. 

“What do you think, should we bring Taeji here?” You asked, looking over at Taehyung who still looked lucid and peaceful as could be, stroking his baby girl’s soft cheeks. 

He laughs softly. “You know that if we bring Taeji here, we bring all the boys here too, right?”

You smile. Surely, all six plus Taeji were huddled in someone’s living room, waiting around for the call that would announce that this long awaited baby was here in the flesh, and that she’s all ready for some visitors. But for some reason, neither you or Taehyung had called yet in the four hours since she arrived, but just laid next to each other with this new life that was created thanks to something real.

“I don’t want this to end yet,” Taehyung said even quieter, eyes on the baby, who had snuggled deeper within the blanket. 

“Here,” You say quietly, nudging Taehyung. He stands up, gingerly taking the baby from your arms and holding her tightly against his chest. She moves slightly, her arms coming out of the blanket with hands in fists as she stretches, then nuzzles back into the blanket. Taehyung grins as he gently rocks her back and forth, swaying slowly to get her back to sleep.

You reach for your phone and scroll past random notifications before beckoning Taehyung to come near you so you could take a quick picture of the baby to send out to your family and Taehyung’s.

“Who will freak out the least?” You ask, holding up your cellphone with a quiet laugh. 

Taehyung snorts in amusement. “I think Namjoon will be your best bet.” 

You press the phone to your ear after dialing and Namjoon picks up on the first ring, “Hello? Y/N?”

“Hey, you guys can come now if you’re rea-”

“On our way,” Namjoon says, and hangs up.

//

The 7 of them including Taeji rush into the room despite being shushed immediately, hushed whispers coming from both you and Taehyung as he continues to cradle the baby with utmost care. 

Taeji walks up first, now 7 years old, a small smile on his baby face as Taehyung sits down on the couch and Taeji hurries to be seated next to him. “What’s her name?” He asks, reaching his arms out to move the pad of his finger across the baby’s face, just as Taehyung had done.

“We’re not sure yet,” Taehyung says, looking up at you with a dazzling smile. The other boys quietly filtered into the room and stood at various spots, all curiously watching Taeji as Taehyung places the baby into his arms. “Be careful now - watch her head, put your hand under her neck.” Taehyung instructs, and as soon as Taeji is comfortable with his new little sister in his arms, all 7 of the boys begin to snap pictures like crazy. Taeji seems to enjoy the attention as he grins and peers down at the baby.

Each of the boys get to hold the baby, all of them looking like proud new uncles but Taehyung shone the brightest of them all. This little girl was a chance for a do-over, a restart, and you knew that for Taehyung, that chance to begin this real family meant more than anything else ever could.

(Besides Taeji of course).