#I usually only scribble on certain colours so this is baby steps out of my habits

[somegrumpynerd]

I had such big ambitions about this comic being all coloured and shaded and fancy but now that I've coloured exactly one page I am rethinking that shading thing

[libraryofloveletters]

Just A Phase

Evan Buckley x Reader 

Warnings: fem!reader, typical high school nonsense, kinda rude behaviour at first meet, mentions of weed/alcohol and the consumption of, typical cocky jock behaviour, few swear words, being tipsy/drunk

Category: fluff and a little angst 

Word Count: 5.4k

Author’s Note: I just started writing and this is where I ended up so yeah also I feel like I haven’t written in a million years, forgive me if this is shitty // I referred to Buck as Evan for the first little bit because he and the reader had been introduced yet. // thank you to my darling @floralbuckleys for their help!

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Senior Year Of High School. 

 Evan Buckley, certified jock and bad boy. 

He was the type of guy that only had a soft spot for you, but you didn’t know that yet. Truthfully he wasn’t a mean guy - people just perceived him that way because he was on the football team and popular. He had somewhat of a troublesome reputation.

People knew where he went, trouble followed. 

You, on the other hand, came from a somewhat above average family. Your mom’s a nurse and dad’s a lawyer. They always had big hopes and dreams for you, for you to go off to Harvard in the fall and follow in your father’s footsteps but you didn’t want that. 

You dreamt of being a writer - you couldn't bring yourself to tell your parents that. Since you were young, they had instilled “you’re going to go to Harvard” in you. 

You couldn’t back out now. 

See, high school worked a certain way. You kept to your circles and didn’t mingle with those that didn’t fit into your circle. You and Evan didn’t run in the same circle - he was a troublesome jock and you were a smart preppy girl. 

Being the preppy kid meant volunteering where you could to bulk up your college application hence why you were at school on a Friday afternoon, waiting for the kids to show up. You were part of some tutor program that your chemistry teacher put you into. 

It was mostly just kids that needed some clarification on their work and the occasional jock that needed to pass a course to stay on the team.

You weren't surprised when a group of noisy jocks stumbled in the study hall, reeking of sweat from practice.  

You were surprised to see Evan, he hadn't been in there before. 

“Settle down boys” Mrs. Jacobs told them before sending each guy off to a tutor, leaving Evan standing beside her. “You can head over to y/n” she pointed at you, you gave him a small smile when you glanced up. He looked unpleasant, like he didn’t want to be there. 

He made his way over nonetheless. “Good afternoon” you say quietly, unsure if he heard you. He grumbles a hello as he sits down. 

The first few minutes, it was quiet. He sat there flipping through his textbook and scribbling down answers into the notebook in front of him. 

“Is there anything I can help you-” “I'm not stupid.” 

You glance at him, eyes catching his blue ones looking back at you. “I never said you were.” 

“I'm only here because I didn’t turn in my mid term project and now stupid Mr. Jefferson thinks I don't understand this shit” he explains himself. 

You hum, glancing down at the notebook in front of him, pulling it towards you. Reading over the sheet, all the answers were right. A hum of satisfaction slips pass your lips as you slide the notebook back over to him. 

“Not just another dumb jock then.” your eyes study his face after the statement. His lips curl into a small smile, a hum as he turns his attention back to his paper. 

“So prep life must be dull - no parties, all study.” 

“Who says prep kids don't party ?” 

He chuckles, “maybe the lack of prep kids at the parties.” “I’ll have you know, I party plenty, Evan.” 

Once again, he chuckles. “The phrasing of that statement shows that you clearly don’t- but call me Buck, all the guys do.” he slides the notebook over to you. 

“Check this over, I'll be back” you watched as he stepped out of the study hall and disappeared into the hallway. 

A few minutes pass by, you’re tired and in need of a nap but you blink away the tiredness to read his work. There’s a voice behind you and then you feel something heavy on your chair. Leaning back to figure out what it was, the back of your head hit something hard. You shift in your seat and look up to see your head has hit Buck’s torso. 

“How's the work, peach ?” his voice is low, the drop in octave from before causes butterflies in your stomach. 

Your brows furrow at the nickname, he noticed your confusion and glances down at your top and your eyes follow his only to see that your peach colour bra was sticking out from the top of your shirt. 

You had stretched back into your seat when he stepped out and you hadn't noticed the shift in your clothing.

Pulling the top of your shirt back up, he smiles and returns to his seat. You clear your throat, head down and eyes on the work in front of you as you could feel the blush on your face. 

“Um, the work is fine.” 

“Do you have plans tonight ?” 

“No, why?” 

“Come with me to Johnson’s party, you can show me how prep kids party” he smiles, his words are teasing you- taunting you even. “I would, but my parents are out of town so I don’t have the car and I have to watch the house.” 

“The house won’t disappear if you’re gone for a few hours and I'll pick you up then. What’s your address ?” 

“Buck, I really shouldn't” 

“Y/n, come on. Pull the stick out your ass for one night and enjoy senior year. You can go back to Harvard prep tomorrow.” 

His word choice doesn't shock you, it’s quite on brand for him. He’s looking at you, waiting for your answer and you can't help but give in.

Taking the pen from him, you scribble your address and number on his notebook. “See you at 7?” picking your bag up before slinging it over your shoulder. 

“7? Peach, the party doesn’t start ‘till 9. I’ll pick you up at 10:30.” 

“Oh um- okay.” you hum, confused but you agree anyways. 

--- 

10:45 and you were sitting on your couch, glancing at your phone and back to the window. 

You had been stood up once before but to be stood up by a jock, and a popular one ? Will be the death of any social life you had. 

Finally there’s a knock on your door and you get up a little faster than you would have liked but you make your way over. Pulling it open, you met with Buck. 

“Ready ?” 

“Sure, let me grab my phone” you leave the door open, stepping back to the couch. Buck had disappeared from the doorway when you returned, you locked up and followed what looked like headlights to the driveway. 

Buck sat on his bike, he scoots forwards a bit before patting the space behind him. 

“No.” you mumble. 

“What ?” 

“I’m not getting on that thing.” 

“That thing ? I'm offended. Come on, you’ll be fine.” 

“Evan, no.” 

Buck gets up, making his way over to you. His hands grab yours, looking at you now. “Y/n, I promise you that you’ll be fine. Can we go now ?” 

“I’ll kill you if something happens to you” you grumbled as you reluctantly made your way over to the bike. Buck gets on first, you mirror his actions. Your hands were to your side, Buck reached back and wrapped them around his waist. 

“You good back there ?” 

“As good as I could be.”

-- 

The house, who you assumed belonged to Johnson’s parents, (you had no idea who Johnson was because you barely ever went to the football games) reeked of alcohol and weed. 

Your face didn’t hide your displeasure as well as you thought it had. Buck chuckled as he slung his arm over your shoulder. 

“So is this what you do ?” you shout over the loud music, Buck was saying hello to someone he knew and wasn't paying attention to what you had asked him. 

You manage to wiggle your way out of his grip and find your way to the kitchen. It’s a few minutes later that Buck finds you sipping on a beer. 

“You drink ?” he gives you a questionable look with a smile on his face. 

“You brought me to a party so I'll do what people do at a party” you hum, leaning back against the counter. He finds his way to you, leaning back against the counter too. 

“Enjoying the party ?” 

“Not really, you kinda left me to talk to some guy for twenty minutes” 

“That guy happens to be our star quarterback.” 

“I care why?” you glance up at him. Buck’s face is pure amusement, you aren't sure if you’re the cause of that or something else but the way he's looking at you- you can feel the butterflies again. 

“Buck!” a group of guys shout as they make their way into the kitchen. They all say hello to him, some are drinking, some are shoving chips into their mouths. 

You stay quiet while Buck talks to them and judging by their varsity jackets, it was safe to assume that they were on the team with Buck. 

“Who’s your friend ?” a brunette guy asks him, stepping towards you. 

“I’m y/n, you are?” you ask before Buck could. 

“Mike, call me Johnson.” 

“Oh, so this is your place ? Cute house” you give him a smile, he laughs. 

“How do you know Buck?” Johnson asks, he was nosy for a drunk guy. 

“Just bumped into each other, we have class together” you lie, not sure if Buck wanted them to know how you really met, Buck gives you a small smile. 

“You’re pretty, how about a dance ?” his hand grabs yours. 

“Thanks but no thanks” you give a polite smile before pulling your hand away. 

Johnson takes a step forward, his hand reaching out and grabbing your hip. “C’mon, dance with me” you could smell the alcohol on him- he reeked. You push his hand off, “I said no thank you” you tell him once more, being ever so polite. 

“Y/n, c’mon, one dance baby” he takes another step, he’s now face to face with you. Before you could say anything, Buck is in front of you, between you and Johnson. 

“Dude, she said no. Leave her alone.” 

Buck’s sudden need to protect you was much appreciated. Usually if a guy did that, especially a jock, you’d be weird out because they never pay attention to you- but Buck, you had this indescribable feeling, pride, satisfaction, maybe even relief ? 

“She’s not even your girl, why are you protecting her?” 

“Doesn’t matter, she said no so get out of her fucking face.” Buck’s hand was against his chest, pushing him away as his other hand reached back for yours. It would be cheesy to say that your hand fit in his like it was made to be there but it was true. 

Buck’s hand was still in yours as he pulled you out the back door. Your back was up against the wall as he stood in front of you. 

“Are you okay ?” you could hear the concern in his voice - different from his usual tone. 

At a loss for words, his eyes study your face. Johnson was a douche and he knew that, he mentally cursed himself for even bringing you here. 

“Y/n.. talk to me” he takes a step towards you. 

“Buck,” your hand presses against his chest, “I'm fine. It’s not the first time a drunk guy has hit on me” 

A breath of relief slipped past his lips, “do you want to leave?” his face softens when he asks. “No, I'm alright.” 

“Stay here, I'll be back” his hand comes down and squeezes your waist gently before he steps back into the house. 

--

It was a while before Buck returned. He had disappeared into the house for half an hour and when he returned, you were by the pool with a pingpong ball in hand. 

“Suck it!” your loud laugh filled his ears, you took a sip from the red cup in your hand and you watched as the guy across from you drank the beer in the cup that the ball landed in. 

“Looks like you’re having fun” Buck smiles, now beside you. 

“Hey!” you reeked of beer at this point. “I’m having fun” your words come out in a slurred mumble. 

“Mhm okay, I think it’s time to head home” Buck takes the cup from you and sets it down. 

“What ?” Your hand reaches for the cup again, a pout evident on your face.

Buck’s hands finds your waist, hoisting you up and over his shoulder. A louder than expected gasp left your mouth, you felt the cold breeze against your legs as he walked towards the front of the yard. 

He put you down in the backseat of a car but you knew you came with his bike so you were confused, just as you go to ask, he scoots you over and gets in the back with you. Buck’s arm is over your shoulder, you’re so tired that you just lean into him. 

-- 

You had noticed you fell asleep and when you woke, you were on the porch swing at your house with Buck’s hand in your pocket. 

“Whatcha looking for?” he glances up at you when he hears your voice. 

“Keys.” 

“Other pocket” 

He manages to find the keys and get the door open. Getting you in the house was another story. “Y/n, come on” he pulls your hands in an attempt to get you up but you weren’t budging. 

What happened to you being a prep kid and not drinking ? He didn’t even think it was possible to get drunk that fast. 

“No, tired” you mumbles, making yourself comfortable on the porch swing. “Do you want your parents to come home and find you here? I’m cool with leaving you here if that’s the case” Buck teased, he had no idea when your parents were coming home. 

The mention of your parents finding you outside, drunk, horrified you. You got up so quick, you nearly toppled over. Buck helped you inside and onto the couch. He disappeared for a moment and then returned with a glass of water. 

“Small sips” he settles beside you, watching as you take a sip. You hum, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm comes over your shoulder. 

“Buck?” 

“Yeah?” 

He felt your head shift, now looking up at him, eyes full of sleep. You were studying his face, from the birthmark above his eye to his pink lips.

“I really like you, you know” your words filled with sleep as your eyes drooped, you blinked a few times, forcing yourself to stay awake.

Buck chuckles, “that’ll pass peach, I’m just a phase.” He hummed quietly, fingers running through your hair as you drift to sleep. 

--

The Monday after the party, you saw Buck in the hallway after waking up to an empty house on the couch, head pounding even in the deafening silence and and you can’t quite remember how you got home. 

Buck had been radio silence since then but you weren't sure why. He was walking in from the front doors and you were by your locker. You turn to speak to him but he barely glances at you before continuing his conversation with Johnson. 

From that day, you never spoke to Buck again. Last you saw him was graduation day and last you had heard was that he was in college and you were headed off to Harvard. 

----

Present.

You had become a big shot lawyer, everything your parents wanted. Moved out to LA to start your own firm and everything was going well until this morning. 

You had barely walked into the office when the fire alarm went off. The sudden alarm caused an onset of commotion in the office, the woman next to you bumped into you, spilling your hot cup of coffee onto you. 

She mumbled a sorry as she passed but you could feel the heat coming from where the liquid had spilt. Nonetheless, you made your way out, the sound of the sirens from fire trucks blaring. 

Not that you didn’t enjoy seeing the handsome firefighters (or so your co-workers seem to say) but you had a ton of paperwork to do for an upcoming case you had and you barely started. 

You stood by the curb, watching as the firefighters made their way over to the crowd and into the building to clear it. 

“Ma'am ?” A firefighter made his way over to you, there was a helmet in his hand as he passed a hand through his hair. You glance up from your phone, to see what he wanted. 

“May I take a look?” his eyes shifted to your chest where there is currently a coffee stain on your white shirt. “Oh, thank you but no. I’m fine” 

“Are you sure? Because that’ll leave a pretty nasty mark if you don't get it cleaned. If you aren’t comfortable, we have a female medic” he offered, hoping you’d consider. 

“You’re a medic ?” you asked, looking him up and down. He nods, taking a step back. He begins walking back to the ambulance and you follow him. “Do you want me to get her?” 

“No, you’re a professional, it’s cool” you give him a small smile before moving your shirt so he could check. 

The firefighter’s hand was now right under your collarbone, dabbing at your skin with some gauze. His fingers were cold, you weren’t sure if it was actually his fingers or the gloves that were cold but either way you looked at him. 

“What’s your name ?” 

“Diaz, Eddie Diaz” he tells you, flashing you a smile before going back to his job. 

You hum, staying still as Eddie rubs something on your skin. 

That’s when you saw him. 

The same blue eyes, the same blonde hair, the same gorgeous smile that always played in your mind. Not a day went by that you didn’t think of him. You had always wondered what he ended up doing, he was smart and destined for great things, there was more for him than a small life in a place where no one ever really did anything. 

Every guy you had dated, you compared to him. It was always something- they didn’t look like him, they didn’t act like him, they didn’t treat you the way he did, they wouldn't stand up for you like he did. 

He lived rent free in your mind. 

“Ma'am?” Eddie’s voice broke your gaze. “Y/n,” you corrected him, “ma’am is for old women” your eyes going back to Buck. Eddie noticed your lack of attention and followed your gaze. 

“Do you know Buck?” 

“He still lets people call him that ?” you chuckle to yourself, feeling Eddie’s eyes burning a hole into you. 

Before you could answer, his radio buzzed before a voice came through, “building’s clear. Start directing people back in.” Eddie looks over at you, you’re already getting out of the ambulance. 

“Keep that clean and dry” were his last words to you after you left. 

--- 

It wasn’t until you were back in the building that you realized your phone was in the ambulance. 

You were majorly screwed. 

Remembering the medic’s name which was the only thing you remember mids the confusion and seeing Buck after 10+ years. You asked around the office if anyone knew what station responded to the call. You had contacts that worked for the city but the lack of phone made it hard for you to call and find out. 

Finally giving in, you google the medic’s name. There were a few articles that had photos but none of them said anything that helped. There was a video from Taylor Kelly at channel 8 news, some sort of video about the fire station. 

Station 118- that was 10 minutes down the road and you pass it everyday on the way to work. The thoughts began filling your head, had Buck been there all along? 

12 years- 12 long, empty years that you acted like he didn’t exist and that you didn’t want to know what happened between you two but he was right down the road. 

You didn’t even know if you wanted to talk to him. You had finally come to peace with it even though a part of you will always long for what could have been. Feelings aside, you set out to the station to get your phone. 

Upon arriving, there were a few guys by the trucks. You asked for Eddie, assuming that he might have an idea of where your phone ended up or if they even found it. 

“Up the stairs and he should be somewhere up there” the guy pointed, you thanked him before heading towards the stairs. When you got upstairs, it was empty. 

You weren't sure if you should go back down or wait so you sort of awkwardly stood there, glancing around the room. The station was nicer than you had imagined it to be, not that you really had an idea of what to expect. 

Your back was to the kitchen when someone tapped your shoulder. “Can I help you?” his voice called out as you turned. 

Buck. 

You let out a breath, your eyes studying his perfect face for a moment. Do you say something or just pretend like you didn’t know him?

“Yeah, I'm uh- I'm looking for Eddie. I think I left my phone in the ambulance.” 

“Do I know you from somewhere ?” 

“I work at the building down the road, 14th street. You guys were there earlier, hence the phone in the ambulance” you tell him, hoping he drops the topic. 

“Y/n! Hey! What are you doing here?” You see Eddie call from behind Buck. 

Thank god. 

“I left my phone in the ambulance. I figured you’d know what happened to it” you’ve stepped past Buck and towards Eddie now. “I haven’t seen it, but maybe it’s still in there. Come with me, we can check for it” 

Eddie was making his way down the stairs and you were behind him when Buck called your name. 

Not y/n. 

Peach. 

You paused, taking a deep breath in before turning to face him. “I thought I remembered you from somewhere” he smiled, him and his stupid smile. 

“I’m in a rush, Evan. Plus, I'm not in the mood to reminisce.” 

The smile dropped from his face, the guilt crept up on you. The feeling of your stomach twisting, sighing before making your way down to Eddie who was by the ambulance, your phone in hand. 

“There’s more to the story than I thought,” Eddie hands the phone over, you give him a hum and thank him. “Let me walk you out.” he follows you out to your car. 

“You know, whatever he did- he’s changed. He’s a good guy.” Eddie says, his voice sincere. 

“I know, I just- I don't know” 

“What did he do? If I can ask” 

“We were- I don't know what we were. We hung out in high school, just once but he was different from the other guys. He genuinely cared. We went to a party together and he brought me home after. I remember falling asleep with him in the house and the next morning he was gone. Total radio silence that whole weekend and when I saw him at school the following week, he acted like he didn’t know me - it was like that for the rest of senior year. We never spoke after that.” 

Here you were pouring your heart out to a firefighter who you had only met an hour ago who also had seen your bare chest (in a professional way, of course)  on a Tuesday morning in the parking lot. 

“Wow- I can see why you wouldn’t want to talk to him.”

“Yeah, thank you for the phone though. I gotta get back to work” 

“Wait, let me get your number” 

You pause, looking at him with furrowed brows. He seemed confused then he realized how that sounded. “Oh god- no not like that, sorry. I meant maybe we could grab a drink sometimes, as friends and maybe you could tell me more about high school Buck ?” 

“Um- yes to the number and drinks but I don’t know about Buck” you hand the phone back over to him, telling him that you’d text him. 

--- 

It was a while before you heard from Eddie, he said he was off on Saturday if you were up for drinks and weren't busy. The whole team was going out but he invited you along to join them. 

After some back and forth “I couldn't intrude” and “you won’t be, come join us” you finally gave in. 

Now it’s 9pm and you, Eddie and Buck are sitting at a booth. Coincidentally, everyone else was busy. Chimney and Hen who you hadn’t met yet, were with their significant others and kids. So that left the 3 of you together. 

You wanted to walk back out when you saw it was only the two of them but Eddie had seen you and called you over. His phone buzzed just as Buck came back with drinks. 

“Everything okay?” Buck asked his friend, Eddie, still typing away on his phone. “Huh? Yeah, it’s Carla. Chris is running a fever” you could hear the concern in his voice. 

“Chris is your son?” 

“Yeah- I'm sorry I got to go. I’ll make it up to you. Drinks on me another night” Eddie gave your shoulder a squeeze as he stood. 

“No yeah, of course. Go, it’s fine” you smiled. 

“Let me know if you need anything” Buck shifts towards Eddie, the two of them seem to have some sort of routine or way of how things work between them.  

And now there were two. 

Buck sipped on his beer, you sat across from him, your nails tapping against the bottle in front of you. He was the first one to speak.

“So, how have you been?”

“Good. You?”

“Good too. I don’t know if you remember my sister but she had a baby recently so I've been hanging out with her after work”

“Oh, that’s nice. Maddie right?”

“Yeah, she had a little girl. She’s the cutest little girl ever.” Buck pulls his phone out, showing you a photo of him holding a baby in a blanket with a brunette beside him. The woman beside him, Maddie you assumed, was smiling at Buck, fixing the blanket while he looked at the camera, the joy evident on his face.

“She’s adorable and your sister looks the same, she hasn’t aged a day” you hum, passing the phone over to him.

Back to awkward silence.

“What happened to us?” Buck’s question catches you off guard.

“What happened to us? You happened.”

“What? I thought we were friends.” Your eyes met, his full of confusion and yours with displeasure.

“Friends don’t disappear in the middle of the night with no explanation and ignore them for the rest of senior year.” You get up, grab your phone and make your way to the door. Buck’s calling out to you but you don’t want to stop and talk to him.

The night was cold, the wind hit your bare shoulders and you shivered for a moment before walking. Buck was still calling out your name, he had followed you out the bar.

“Y/n! Stop! Y/n, c’mon. Please!” His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. You pull your hand back.

“No! You don’t get to do that. Act like everything is fine when you disappeared with no explanation. I know we weren’t best friends but I thought we were at least friends. That fucking hurt, Evan.”

“Fine,” he sighs, looking at you. “You want the truth ?” Your brows raised, waiting for him to continue.

“You told me you liked me. You were a good kid, going to Harvard, which you obviously did” gesturing at you, he continued. “I didn’t know what I wanted and I didn’t want you to feel like you needed to be by my side until I figured it out. I knew you would resent me for that and I couldn’t do that to you, I couldn’t do it to myself.”

“That’s selfish. It’s about you ? That’s why you left with no explanation ? You couldn’t do it to yourself ? Man the fuck up Buck, life isn’t about you.” 

“You think I don’t know that ?! You think I didn’t think about you all the time? That I didn’t miss you?” 

“Don’t start with that shit. You knew where I would be. You said it yourself, I was “a good kid, going to Harvard” so if you really missed me, you could have found me.” 

“Y/n, be real. We were just out of high school, what means did I have to go searching for you? I had my own shit to deal with.” 

“Just stop, I don’t even want to know.” 

“No, you stop” 

“No you.” 

“Y/n” his voice was stern, the annoyance clearly there. 

“Evan.” your tone matched his.

That stupid smug smile of his was on his face, that was enough to make you roll your eyes. “’Kay, I'm over your shit.” turning away from him, you go to walk away but his hand grabs yours. 

Still fit like it was made to be there. 

Before you could register what was happening, Buck’s lips were on yours. Maybe time stopped when Buck’s lips met yours but your heart didn’t- it felt like it was beating a million times seconds and the butterflies in your stomach were restless. 

It wasn't clear to either of you at the moment that it had started pouring rain but it didn’t matter. There was this raw emotion in the way his hands felt on your waist or how his chest was pressed to yours. 

Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t open his eyes slightly, sneaking a guilty peek at you just to make sure you weren’t a fiction of his imagination. Every breath he took smelt of lavender and honey, the same scent that had lingered on his mind since the day he met you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible. 

Maybe this was meant to be, fate bringing back what was meant for him to him or maybe this really was all a fabrication of his imagination but he wanted to live in his moment forever. 

It wasn't until thunder rumbled that he pulled away. The rain had soaked your clothes and hair, your makeup had smudged and half of your lipstick was on Buck. 

The same stupid smug smile on his face.

“God,” rolling your eyes at him. “You’re so annoying.” wiping your lips with the back on your hand, hoping that you got all the lipstick off. 

“Yeah, I'm the annoying one” Buck’s face twisted, giving you a playful shove as you stepped towards him. Your thumb comes up to wipe the lipstick off him. Buck’s arm lifts, now over your shoulder. 

The two of you looked at each other as you made your way down the street. 

“Just a phase huh ?” you hum, glancing at Buck. 

The blonde let out a chuckle, “maybe not.” 

--- 

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GENERAL

name: joanne burton alias(es): jo, annie ( mike exclusive ), burton, dep, jr. deputy, rook, traitor, sinner, wrath/pain in the ass ( john exclusive ), rabbit ( jacob exclusive ), heinous fucking bitch—( also john exclusive ), black widow ( new dawn au ) gender: cis. female age: 29 birth: 30th october, 1988 place of birth: meridian, idaho spoken languages: english; may or may not recite some hebrew lines over the holidays sexual preference: bisexual occupation(s): junior deputy of hope county, montana/menace to all cultists everywhere ( in a certain radius of said hope county, montana, anyway )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: brown hair colour: black height: 157cm ( 5′2 ), or approximately 7′11 when balancing on michael’s shoulders to peer inside john’s windows scars: split right eyebrow ( thanks, jake ), minor cuts and incorrectly healed bruises and gashes, scarred bullet wound on left hip ( you’re welcome, jake )

FAVOURITE

colour: orange or yellow or cyan, or whatever is more stupidly eye-catching and not at all fit for her current environment song: i’ve been thinking by handsome boy modeling school food: various stir-fries, fruits and protein ( or anything that she claims to be “healthy” when, truly, bitch is one step away from living off of instant noodles and canned pineapple and cigarette buds from dutch’s stash ) drink: beerherbal teas and infusions

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, but passing the police academy was already a pleasant enough surprise for her had sex: today? no. two weeks ago? probably had sex in public: probably said two weeks ago gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes, but we don’t talk about it kissed a boy: yes ( derogatory ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate ) gotten tattoos: yes, loads: most were practice scribbles for her ex-girlfriend, and the only true meaningful one she possesses is lydia, scrawled into her pinky in remembrance. otherwise, john seed do not even engage with that rusty ass tattoo gun— gotten piercings: yes, loads multiplied; if there’s a place for a piercing in her ears, she has them. also, an old septum piercing she hasn’t worn in a hot second been in love: yes, loads squared ( girl rents out her heart on the weekdays and cries about the scratches she notices on saturday, but still repeats it all over again come monday; falling in love for her is easy, but actually loving someone and getting over her self-loathing to do so is a whole different ball game ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: she’s probably on hour 31 as we speak ( someone knock her out pls )

ARE THEY

a virgin: whitehorse has heard enough horror stories in the break room between her and joey to last him a lifetime a cuddler: closeted cuddler, yes a kisser: most definitely; woman has to play up her natural assets scared easily: her response time is too lagged for that jealous easily: depends; she’s more jealous of what she should have/could have/would have had in a general sense than being jealous of a particular person or a thing trustworthy: in her own way, yes dominant: disgustingly so submissive: not in this lifetime in love: very much so single: very much so part 2

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: yes, but it’s more by means of unintentional yet severe substance abuse thought of suicide: not as often as one would assume; joanne has a very strong sense of self-preservation, but tends to run from her bleak reality by means of one harmful way or the other attempted suicide: once or twice during her lowest points in life wanted to kill someone: on the daily have/had a job: girl had juggled three part-time jobs; there is nothing she fears anymore have any fears: ( see above ) to fall back into old bad habits, loss of control, death, failure, a bad future, poverty, being abandoned and forgotten, long stays at a hospital, the judges, the bliss, the power of john’s hair gel

FAMILY

sibling(s): micah burton ( older brother ) parent(s): abigail burton née belman ( mother ); jim burton ( father ) children: asher seed ( daughter in new dawn au ) significant other: jacob seed ( circumstantial lover/”could do without” mentor/#prisonwife #prisonhusband #imkidding #kinda ) pets: boomer for the cuddles, cheesecake for the throttles ( bitch naturally attracts the judges but will forget her dog 101 and run away like what does she think will happen then?? )

GENERAL

name: michael scott-hughes alias(es): mike, mikey, mickey ( mary may exlusive ), mike the bike/fall’s end’s bicycle, resistance’s poster boy, manwhore, cassanova, the archangel ( joseph exclusive ), the antichrist ( also joseph exclusive ), war dog, hughes boy ( fairgrave exclusive ) gender: cis. male age: 30 birth: 6th july, 1988 place of birth: fall’s end, montana spoken languages: english, russian, basic chinese mandarin and turkish sexual preference: pansexual occupation(s): residential shady, shady man ( international arm’s dealer, most recently demoted to local resistance leader and occasional general goods store co-owner )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: green hair colour: brown height: 181cm ( 5′11 ), and 6ft on tinder jkjk man’s confident enough to not grasp for that extra inch, unlike someone ( john ) scars: heavily burnt left hand ( from trying to fish out his ex girlfriend’s boiling corpse r.i.p. to that steaming puss— ), gash on his right temple, nicely healed gun wound on left shoulder, not so nicely healed amputated right hand ( man’s not having the best time in my canon, is he ), various incorrectly healed cuts and bruises

FAVOURITE

colour: green and rustics song: wild world by yusuf/cat stevens food: unlike the faker above, michael actually likes to cook and eat healthy meals, so anything from salads to veggies to oatmeal to soups will do ( and meat; man’s been a vegetarian for a grand total of 4 days in his entire life ( or 14, if you count the time he got abducted to john’s bunker womp )) drink: sugary drinkswhiskey, fresh juices, “water can be so, so sexy, annie—”

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, though michael really busted his ass to self-educate on subjects that will be beneficial to his line of work had sex: we stopped keeping tabs and numbers nearly ten years ago had sex in public: we stopped blinking at these types of shenanigans nearly ten years ago too gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes? no? maybe? ( mike’s too afraid to even think about it, but hopes he hasn’t fathered any babies any time soon ) kissed a boy: yes ( affectionate ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate² ) gotten tattoos: yes: the sword of damocles on his left inner forearm, intertwined snakes running across his right ribs, a tiny smiley face on his ass lord save him gotten piercings: yes, and everyone hated his attempt to revive the 90s with his lil earring like c’mon you already have a reputation of being a sleaze— been in love: yes, but surprisingly not as many times as one may think ( truthfully, three times: mary may, lana, joanne mary may again ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: sometimes it just cannot be helped

ARE THEY

a virgin: maybe in a past life as an amoeba a cuddler: yes ( try to escape his hold during a summer night i’ll give you 5 bucks if you can break the deadlock ) a kisser: he just exists to smooch at this point scared easily: truthfully, he’s quite desensitized as is, so it’s really hard to truly rock him jealous easily: no; though he might get a bit petty and bitter if someone mentions merle and mary may becuase, like, c’mon, mary—merle briggs? trustworthy: one of his better traits, but past events have shown that boy tends to lose some of his morals for love dominant: yes submissive: yes part 2 man will accommodate and switch it up in love: often single: loosely, often

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: michael has bad mental health trips stemming from having a lot of insecurities as a child; these may evolve into bad habits and pure recklessness on his part to prove his worth thought of suicide: these thoughts don’t come often, but when they do, it’s harder for him than most to shake them off and recover attempted suicide: once, during the boiling pit incident wanted to kill someone: yes, but it comes more from need than want usually have/had a job: yes, though no retail until he was 30 and stuck providing hope county with slugs and bullets have any fears: loneliness, rejection, abandonment, repercussions and consequences, not being good enough, powerlessness, loss, the angel pit, the process of dying

FAMILY

sibling(s): none, but: jackson hughes ( uncle ) parent(s): jessica hughes née scott ( mother ), david hughes ( father ) girl i have his whole family tree drawn up like you wouldn’t believe children: andrew hughes ( son in new dawn au and maybe canon ) significant other: mary may fairgrave ( childhood sweetheart/awkward ex/once in a rare cosmic event fuck buddy/volatile lovers ) pets: peaches loves him she doesn’t; she just wants to chew on his hair

[thevampirearcher-md]

something med school didn't cover - accurate (#3) 🩺

they're getting to know each other, my two dears

also on ao3

Evenings bring a certain kind of peace to a paediatrics ward - there’s the muffled steady beeps from the ICU beyond the glass door at the end of the hallway, there’s the faint sounds of televisions and children’s music drifting out from beneath room doors, there’s the occasional squeal of joy or screech of hunger of the younger inpatients, but wards are peaceful in the evenings. Activity winds down to the point where Denali feels relaxed enough to go back to the locker-room for the book she’s brought along.

Twenty-four hour shifts are ideal occasions to read - or do crosswords, if you’re her mother. But to Denali, reading is the perfect activity to keep her brain awake and occupied enough not to think about the late hour or the silence she’s been plunged into.

“Hey!”

The voice startles her - a sound that doesn’t belong in the evening atmosphere of the ward. It’s coming from the doctor’s lounge, the room whose lights she had just turned off. She’d thought it deserted - the attending on call had locked himself in the office and the resident on call was downstairs in the emergency room, ready to tackle all the cases that would be walking in. She thought she’d be economical.

She pushes the door to reveal a sight she didn’t think she’d be faced with: doctor McCorkell sitting at one of the desks, with her hair down around her shoulders and a pained expression on her face. Spread out in front of her are two charts - one brand new and blank and another one that has carefully been stuck together with clear tape.

“Why are you still here?” Denali’s brow furrows.

Rosé only huffs, gesturing to the messy pile in front of her. Seeming defeated, she stands, walking over to the coffee machine. Its sound startles the calm atmosphere of the evening. It takes a long while for it to warm up, whirring and sputtering in the silence. Rosé’s pink mug is already filling up by the time Denali realises the silence almost borders on weird.

“I don't get it,” she’s still rooted to her spot in the doorframe, so she takes a step into the room, leaving her book on the couch near the door.

“Professor Visage has torn another one of my charts,” Rosé shrugs, sipping her coffee.

“Another one?” Denali’s eyebrow rises.

“At least, this one she tore in the hallway, I’ll call that improvement,” Rosé jokes.

“Over what?”

Denali knows about Professor Visage’s habit of tearing apart charts that don't follow her guidelines, but she didn’t think it could happen to doctor McCorkell of all people. It is an unspoken agreement among the attentings on the ward that she is the best intern of her generation.

“Tearing them in the room next to the mothers?” she throws herself back into the chair and scans the papers again.

“When did this happen?”

Rosé breathes out a startled chuckle. “Today?” It’s her turn to quirk her eyebrows at the woman in front of her. “I really don't want to know what would happen if I took my time to redo them.”

“Wait…” Denali breathes out as the cogs in her mind turn. “This is not the first time that this happens?”

“Nurse Foxx,” Rosé begins, only to be interrupted.

“Denali,” she corrects automatically, even though none of the other interns will get to call her that for a good long while. Not even some of the upper-level residents call her by her name.

“Fine, Denali, don’t tell me you haven't noticed it,” Rosé laughs. The way she says her name is careful, slow, steady and rounding out every syllable. A complete contrast from the rest of her sentence, playful and teasing.

Denali’s pause is more than answer enough for Rosé, who smiles. “I would have hoped you were paying more attention to me, but I guess now I know,” she sips her coffee again, focusing back on the work she still has to do.

“It’s just that I never would have expected it to happen to you, Doctor McCorkell,” her lips move of their own accord, drawing the ginger’s attention back to her, and her legs move of their own accord, bringing her closer to the desk she has claimed.

The ginger’s eyes narrow. “Rosé, please. I stop being doctor McCorkell,” her face scrunches up at the name, “as soon as I clock out.”

“We’re still working,” Denali reminds her.

“No,” the ginger shakes her head, momentarily drawing Denali’s attention to her luscious curls, which she has let flow free of her usual bun. “You’re still working, I’ve been off for…” she turns her wrist to check her watch. “the last four hours,” she smirks.

Denali nods. “Fine, I didn’t expect it to happen to you, Rosé.”

“Oh, but it does… almost every week,” another shrug, as if it doesn't even bother her anymore. “Usually, though I would have figured it out by now and crawled back home to my bed and my Nelson,” she explains and Denali’s brain starts to piece it together - Rosé out of scrubs and in pyjamas, Rosé in a bed, Rosé reading a paediatrics book before bed.

“Need any help?”

Professor Visage is a particular person - someone who wants things done a certain way, who corrects people and gives out advice to improve everyone. She holds the people who work with her - attendings, residents, even nurses - to the same high standard that she holds herself. They’re working in one of the best paediatrics wards in the country because of it.

But it does sometimes scare away the interns.

“Would you?” Rosé’s eyes light up. “I don’t think I can stand to look at it much more,” she deflates. “And I’ve assured Doctor Luzon that I wouldn’t need her help, so now I’m embarrassed to call her,” she runs her hand through her hair, straightening it out to its full lenght and Denali refuses to be mesmerised by its colour.

Denali laughs, stretching over the table. She notices, sneakily out of the corner of her eye, how Rosé’s body slightly tenses up at the sudden closeness, but she smirks - a tiny pull of her lips, too small for the doctor to see it. Her hands grip the torn chart as she finds a spot to perch on the corner of the desk.

“Got a red pen?”

Rosé’s eyes narrow. “Aren’t you funny?” Her lips clamp shut as she bites back the ‘baby’ that she tends to sneak into almost every sentence that she says. Still, it’s too familiar a term. It would bring Nurse Foxx uncomfortably close.

“This,” she says, her finger pointing to a place on the second page that Rosé recognises to be the family history. “She really hates this wording,” she explains. “Says it leaves too much up for interpretation.”

Rosé huffs. “Interesting,” she murmurs. “I don’t even know how else I’m supposed to say that,” her brows furrow in focus, revealing a little crease between them.

“In the standard wording?”

“My mentor back home hated that,” she murmured, “but I guess, that’s it, Rosie, we’re not in Kansas anymore,” she grabs for the new chart and her trusty pen and starts scribbling fervently.

“You went to med school in Kansas?” It’s Denali’s turn to furrow her brows. She had figured that Rosé hadn’t graduated from NYU, the med school that sent its student doctors over to be taught in their hospital, but she’d never let her curiosity wander further.

“U of T in Austin, actually. Yee haw!” she gestures vaguely with the hand that’s not writing, mimicking the tipping of a hat. Denali giggles.

“Why come to New York then?” she asks, before she can think any better of why she needs to know.

“Here,” Rosé pushes the newly written chart towards her. “That sound better?” Denali nods and she starts writing again. “Besides the illustrious reputation of Professor Visage and her ward?”

Denali rolls her eyes.

“My sister got divorced last year and, it turns out, that being alone with three kids is a lot,” she explains, her attention still split between their conversation and the chart. “I came to provide support,” she shrugs.

“That’s very nice of you,” Denali musses.

“Yeah, well, she’s one of my two favourite sisters,” she winks, finishing up the chart with her flourish of a signature. “That look good to you?”

“How many do you have?”

“Sisters? Just the two, but they’re both my favourite people on earth… And they both live here now,” she smiles. There’s an obvious fondness in her eyes that Denali knows far too well. She adores her siblings, too, even if they all live in different corners of the United States.

She mirrors her smile before her eyes scan over the paper in front of her. “Perfect.”

Rosé’s shoulders slump forward. “Great, I’m feckin’ beat,” she says on a low breath. Nobody ever believed that Rosé “I-curse-every-other-word” McCorkell had gone into paediatrics, where swear words were not even supposed to exist.

Denali’s expression turns slightly pained. She still has half a shift left.

“How do you take your coffee?”

Denali’s attention snaps back to Rosé, standing next to the coffee machine, whose whirring she hadn’t even noticed. “Milk and two sugars,” she answers automatically.

“One of these days, I’ll get you some actual good coffee,” Rosé says, busying herself with mixing in Denali’s two sugar packets. “But until then,” she hands the steaming paper cup over the desk, “thank you, Denali,” she winks. “Have a good night.”

[cheolttage]

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮: Yandere (ヤンデレ) is a portmanteau of two Japanese words yanderu (病んでる), meaning to be sick, and deredere (デレデレ), which is defined as strongly and deeply exhausted, infatuated, moonstruck, head-over-heels, or lovestruck, but in this case used for "lovestruck."

Genre: Demon!Mingyu, Yandere!au

Warning: Mentions of toxic relationship(?)

Word count: 2.3K

Description: “I’m dangerous, I’m too potent. The sharp truth is more important than my heart”

Note: ehehe hi,,, sorry i went MIA for a while because of exams. As usual, please forgive me for my poor grammar and english >___<. I’d like to add in that plot stemmed purely from a combination of shows i’ve watched, any similarity with other fics are a coincident. 

You first met Mingyu at District 13, a cafe in your university a year ago. You were going through the most heart wrenching break-up in your entire life. It felt like your heart was torn apart and you were drained of all your blood. Until he came along. There, in front of you stood a tall, and gorgeous boy with the shiniest black hair. Whether it was a blessing in disguise, it was up to you to decide. 

Break-up is bad and it hurts. But nothing as bad as breaking up from your first love, who you thought will spend the rest of his life with you. How are you going to get over this? Even though it was extremely difficult for you to get ahold of yourself now and move on, you still had to try your best. You gave yourself a week to at least feel a tad bit better. Dolling up, eating your favourite cake, meeting your best friends, reading and watching the latest romance k-drama while sobbing your heart out over how the male and female protagonist separated. You needed the time to yourself to heal, to not think of him and most importantly, learning how to love yourself more. On the final day of your recovery journey, though it felt insufficient, you still tried to make the best out of it and help yourself. Coming from a dance club, you always have to be strict about your diet and maintain a certain weight. Even though you have a sweet tooth, you had to sacrifice your favourite strawberry shortcake. Dollops of whipped cream always made you feel so elated when it melts in your mouth, the juiciest strawberries from the finest farm imported from the States. Expensive? Hell yes it is. But it was worth every cent to you. Especially when it’s accompanied by your favourite cup of iced vanilla latte. 

Things are definitely not on your side recently. Walking back to your seat you grabbed in the cafe, you tripped over the chair and fell flat on your tummy. Mentally cursing yourself, you stood up and tried your best to hide your embarrassment. Ah, your latte is EVERYWHERE on your white crochet dress. 

“Are you okay?”, a voice spoke. 

As you looked up, a boy stood there. Concerned plastered all over his face. Wow, he has the shiniest black hair and the most sparkly eyes like as if you saw the entire universe in them. That aside, he looks absurdly gorgeous and his beauty is truly out of this world. You were stunned and speechless. 

“Uhm, are you alright?”, the voice spoke again.

You snapped right back into reality and looked around you. Not only did you spill your latte on yourself, it stained someone’s bag and book. You make out that you stained the bag of the person standing in front of you, yet he was more concerned about you than his bag.

“I’m so sorry! I stained your bag. Please let me get it dry cleaned for you. I’m really sorry.”, you murmured, feeling extremely sorry. 

“It’s alright! No worries about it, i can get it cleaned. But are you alright? You fell pretty hard.” 

“Yes i’m alright, please do let me get it cleaned for you. I do feel bad for dirtying your bad. I’m really sorry about your book.” you grimaced at the soaked book. 

“It’s really fine, but if you insist on getting it cleaned for me, here’s my number.”, the boy grabbed a pen and his notepad as he scribbled some numbers down as well as the name ‘Mingyu’. 

So his name is Mingyu… what a gorgeous name for such a charming boy. 

“Oh right, I’m Y/N! I’ll contact you after i get it cleaned.”, as you speak, you took his emptied bag and head right out of the cafe. 

Little did you know, the gorgeous boy you just met, his eyes were trailing you as you headed out of the cafe. Right as you vanished out of his sight, his eyes glowed shockingly blood-red. Mingyu, wasn’t just ‘another student’ in your school. He was a demon, a demon of lust. He had kept tabs on you for months, getting information from the undead. He even stalked you himself to know about you. But as to why he chose you, no one knows. Perhaps because you are one of the school belle, perhaps you are a challenge to him, or perhaps he just liked you. Finally, he got to execute his plan and get closer to you. Step by step, he inches towards success: getting you and keeping you by his side forever. 

Of course, because of that incident, you had to get back to Mingyu to return his bag. You just didn’t think that anything will blossom from there. Eventually, with all his sweet talking and months and months of hanging out, Mingyu was someone you cannot survive in school without. You met him the first thing in the morning to head to school, listening to music in his car as he drove you to school daily and eating dinner with him before the day ends. It went on for almost a year and you were so sure that you are so deeply in love with Mingyu. Your love for him only grew over time, and it wasn’t long before he popped the question.

It was simple as you liked it. A cute little picnic at the beach on a weekend, cute little candles that were arranged in the shape of heart and a bouquet of red roses. The two of your favourite colour.

 “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Forever.” 

At the initial phase, he was the sweetest little munchkin and even now that you zone back into reality, he still is the sweetest munchkin to you. But he is sickeningly sweet and you could only let a stray tear flow down your cheek knowing there is no escape for you. He has chosen you and no matter how you escape, he will find you until the end of the world and make sure you stay by his side, forever.

Thinking back, at the very start, he only bubbled in jealousy but had never resorted to anything. When San from your class was allocated to be in your group, you had to meet him frequently to complete your presentations. You’d notice how Mingyu stare San down when you exited school with San and parted with San while you head to Mingyu. He didn’t say anything but he was sulking in jealousy. You thought it was cute how Mingyu got jealous over San and never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that it will escalate and spiral out of control.

Mingyu staring down at guys near you was simply the nicest thing he can do by far. It wasn’t until you heard from your best friend Shannon that Mingyu had threatened and locked the boy in your calculus class in the toilet because he confessed to you. You looked back at how Shannon always said that you’re no longer there with your girlfriends after Mingyu came along. And it dawned on you that it does seem to you that you have neglected everything else for Mingyu and you were not going to sacrifice your friends or Mingyu. But having to know he had done such a thing to the poor boy from your calculus class was too much and you had to speak to him about it.

Your last lesson of the day ended and you headed out of school only to find Mingyu waiting in front of your school with his car. He broke into his little puppy smile, showing his canine tooth. How can you hold a straight face after seeing your boyfriend’s smile? It felt like the sun just shine on you as you melted, but you had to maintain your expression for him to know something was up. You walked over to him as he opened the car door. On your way back, you spoke. 

“Mingyu, why did you do that to Jaehyun?” 

In an instant, Mingyu’s smile faded. 

“Why? What’s wrong with what i did?” 

“How is that not wrong? You locked him up!”, your voice rose sharply as you felt your blood boil. How can he think that he’s not at fault for doing that? 

Mingyu drove to the side and stopped the car, he closed his eyes as he spoke.

“Why do you care so much about him? Are you in love with him?” 

“What?! No?!”, you yelled

“Then why do you care so much about him? And my dear, watch how you speak to me.” Mingyu snapped his eyes open and turned to look at you. 

“D..Do you not trust me?” you turned and looked at him, yet you only saw his crimson eyes looking at you. You gasped in horror as you tried to open the car door and make a run for it. However the car door was locked in an instant before you could escape. Mingyu face softened as he cooed,

“Where do you think you’re going, princess? We’ll head back home together.” He grabbed you and cover your mouth with a piece of cloth. The sweet smell engulfed you and within seconds, you were knocked out.

When you are awake, you’re already home and you noticed how Mingyu was sitting right across your bed. His demeanor softened but his eyes were still crimson red. Even then, he was undeniably gorgeous. You were scared out of your wits and tried to hide in a corner as Mingyu approached you. 

“Baby, you’re awake. Let’s head downstairs for dinner.” he said cheerily with his usual puppy smile. He was still your baby but he felt so different and were so frightened. What is he? Why is he doing this to you? You followed him down only to see the corpse of the boy from your calculus class. 

You screamed the loudest you’ve ever did and tried to make a run out of the house. Before you could make your second step, a pair of arms grabbed you by your waist and held you tight. 

“Where are you going again, baby? You know I don't like being apart from you and you will never ever leave me. We are forever.” Mingyu whispered into your ear. 

At this point, you are already pretty convinced that he is a demon and you knew you had to get out of this situation. He had become so possessive over you that you were not even allowed to leave the house, else you will know the wrath of his anger. Even so, you also know that the only chance for you to get out of this situation is to escape. Carefully, you planned for an escape. 

You decided that the last chance you’ll get to escape is through online shopping. Once the delivery arrives, you’d make a run for it. You bought your air ticket on the night of 1st December 2019, a ticket to the suburb of Paris. A place you can start all over again, learn a new language and find a new life. Even then, you still loved Mingyu very much, even just thinking of not seeing him again pricked your heart but you had to leave. He was being too possessive for your own good. 

The evening of 1st December came, Mingyu was in the basement dealing with some people when the delivery came. Timidly, you opened the door and ran. The fear that trickled down your spine and the tears that filled your eyes. The cold wind hit your skin as you ran. It felt like an eternity as you ran. 

 1951 words

You ran far enough to get to a few blocks away before you took a ride to the airport. Just in time for your flight. It hurts, it hurts so bad. Because you missed him but it hurts too much to stay. You found yourself on the plane to Paris and you knew it was a new beginning and you had to forget him. At least that was what you thought. 

After a 12 hours plane ride, you found yourself at Roissy Charles de Gaulle airport. You had enough money to survive but you needed a job. There was so much you wanted to do to start afresh. 

You picked up a cafe job with the bits and pieces of French you learnt in from the last semester and found a small rental apartment. This was it, a new start for you so far. But this only lasted for just a few weeks before Mingyu manhunted you down. 

Infuriated, Mingyu was burning in anger. 

“FIND HER BACK.”, he hollered at the undead. Having the Prince of demon angered was the last thing anyone wants to do or see. You meant so much to him that he would search the entire globe to get you back him. Finding you wasn’t an issue for him, afterall he is the Prince of demon. What angered him was having you apart from him for more than an hour.

His crimson red eyes were glowing and it sent the books flying everywhere. 

Within a few hours, the undead reported back to him. So, you were at the suburb of Paris. 

“I’m coming for you, darling.”, he smiled while looking at his couple ring with you. 

After a day of work, you finally got back to your apartment. You took a warm shower before you head to bed. Yet as you walked to your bed, you saw a man’s silhouette. 

“W-who are you?”, you stuttered as you felt your heart started racing. Oddly, you were already more or less sure who that silhouette belongs to.

“I’ve missed you, love.” the voice of the shadow boomed as Mingyu showed himself.

[plasticbattleaxe]

A BASIC GUIDE TO DIGITAL ART ON PROCREATE

okay so i joined the digital art scene about a year or so ago and it has been a total whirl! there’s so much stuff that’s so confusing and hard to understand at first. And that’s okay! A stupid amount of what constitutes as “good” or “complex” art is to do with layers, patience and experience. 

and because literally every tutorial on here is for Paint Tool Sai i thought it might be useful for those of us using Procreate! because i don’t have sai and i have a relatively shit laptop by comparison to my Ipad.

so without further ado - here is how to make a KICKASS piece of art on procreate 

1.  REFERENCE + SKETCH

the first thing you're gonna wanna do is collect any references you need for thing youre tryna make. you can collect references by finding stock images, using other artists work (i use these mostly for colour refs cause i SUCK at finding good colours). however when i make art nowdays i usually just snap a selfie and use that. for this work i did the last option (see below)

after grabbing my reference i decide on the style i wanna use. for beginer artists what i suggest doing is just pasting the image onto your canvas, opening layers and adjust the opacity to around 20% by clicking on the little N on your layer with the photo. then once thats done add a new layer by clicking the + and work over that

for more experienced artists experimenting with style just stick that bad bitch reference in the corner, then open a new layer and sketch in your own style.

when it comes to sketching i usually do little flicky lines. i do this with a mid grey (like 50% white 50% black) i recommend the “Narinder pencil” which you can find by clicking the little brush at the top, selecting sketching and then selecting that bad boy. you can adjust size and opacity using the sliders to the side of the screen.

when sketching you just wanna get a rough idea of where you’re gonna do your eventual lines - don’t worry about it being smooth or anything just get down where everything goes 

once you’re done you might have something like this:

this brings us too...

2. LINE ART 

for beginners - lineart is just a sexy word that means a clean drawing with hard lines so you can colour it easier and it looks prettier. you want to do this on a new layer so you can delete the sketch one later.

your goal with lineart is to make it three things:  1) its gotta be seamless so you can select the insides, don’t leave little gaps between lines 2) its gotta be smooth! jagged lineart isn’t NEARLY as sexy as smooth curvy lines 3) this one is more of a tip - but lineart generally looks better if you do thinner lines inside your shape with a slightly thicker border line. again this isn’t essential but i find it looks cuter 

the way i get my lineart all cute is by using the monoline brush (found in calligraphy). sometimes i use my own modified version of the Technical Pen (found in Inking) but mostly monoline is pretty neat. You can use whatever brush you want but mostly you just wanna ensure that its nice and smoooooth. you can do this by selecting the brush and then clicking it again. this will bring up a popup menu like this:

most of these brush settings are complicated and stupid and i’ll do a big post about it later. the only one that really matters here is streamline. if you wanna use a different brush for lineart just wack that slider up between 80-100% and you’re set.

once your lineart is finished on a seperate layer go to your layer menu and unselect the little tick on your sketch layer. you should be left with something like this. 

3. ADDITIONAL DETAIL LINEART + MONOCHROME BASES.

once your focus lineart is done you can add detailed lineart by repeating the same process with sketching and lineart i described above. i like to do details separate because if i dont like it i can just delete the whole layer without destroying my focus. 

what i find important in these now is using my favourite fuckin tool in this whole program. you can find it here:

Only start using this once youre 100% done with your lineart. once thats done - make sure youre on the lineart layer and click that weird little s at the top of the screen. go to the bottom and click automatic. then select somewhere INSIDE your lineart. it should do something like this:

don’t freak out! what that blue stuff means is that you've just selected the inside bit of your lineart. continue selecting until your subject is 100% coloured in. 

MAKE SURE THE BACKGROUND/STUFF OUTSIDE YOUR LINEART ISN’T SELECTED. ALSO MAKE SURE YOU’VE SELECTED THE LINES THEMSELVES. THEY WILL TURN WHITE ONCE THEYRE SELECTED. if u fuck up and select something by accident that’s all g, theres a little undo button on the bottom. if you click on the paint brush or another tool and you cant add stuff to your selection you can reload the mask by holding down on the weird s and the selection will reload. If there are certain bits of your work that you’re struggling to select with automatic selection that’s also not an issue. just click the “freehand” setting next to the automatic setting on the bottom and you can now use your stylus to draw around what you want to select.

once you’ve selected your foreground in its entirety - THEN click the layer button. insert a new layer underneath your lineart layer. Using literally any brush (works best if you get one from the painting section) colour EVERYTHING white. just get round brush and colour all of it. you wanna keep your line art layer separate over the top.

once all of it is coloured hold down on the weird s tool until it reloads the selection. then look along the bottom of the screen and click the little button that looks like 2 arrows pointing at each other. THIS INVERTS YOUR SELECTION. Open a new layer and make this entire thing a grey. THIS IS WHOLE STEP IS OPTIONAL BUT ITS SUPER USEFUL AND THE SELECTION TOOL IS SUPER HELPFUL FOR GOOD ART. DOING THIS WILL BE SUPER USEFUL WHEN YOU COLOUR STUFF LATER.

once you’re done it should look something like this:

4. BASE COLOURS

okay so this is where shit starts to get real. The goal of putting down base colours is to make is easier to add eventual shading to your piece and decide your colour scheme. This is where the white layer you just used is gonna become your BITCH.

you wanna start by duplicating your white layer you just made. You do that by opening your layer menu and swiping that thot to the left. this is what should happen:

click duplicate. Select the top duplicate you just made and select our favourite weird s tool. click inside your shape and the whole white shape should go blue (become selected). next, open a new layer on top of the white layer. colour in your base colours and now none of it can go outside the lines. you didn’t even have to do a billion selections. you just select inside the white blob on the layer we made the step before, opened a new layer and started colouring. fucking superb. so much time saved. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I USED TO SUFFER BEFORE I THOUGHT OF THIS. HOW LONG I SPENT SELECTING AND RESELECTING I CANNOT

A TIP FOR PEEPS NEW TO THIS PROGRAM - if you use your finger and hold down on a colour you’ve just used it acts like an eyedropper tool so you can pick up any colour you want. like this:

once you got your base colours done you can either: 1) go to your grey layer you made in the last step and select the tick next to it. once you’ve done that scroll to the bottom of your layers and select background. it will open a colour wheel. pick your background colour. 2) you can use my second favourite tool from this program! go to your grey layer you made in the previous step. click on it, then click on it again. (not the little n just click the whole layer) this menu should pop up:

oh MAN okay so. “alpha lock” pretty much means that it locks whatever is on the layer. when you get another brush and go over a layer with alpha lock turned on you can only paint over what you have previously put on the layer before turning on alpha lock. Its like automatically selecting everything on the layer. its fucking brilliant. anyway. scribble over your grey layer (once alpha lock is on) and boom you have a base for your background.

NOW YOU KNOW ABOUT ALPHA LOCK YOU GO BACK TO YOUR LINEART LAYER. SELECT ALPHA LOCK. COLOUR IN YOUR LINES ROUGHLY 2 OR SO ISH SHADES DEEPER THEN YOUR BASE COLOURS 

(minus eyes i like to keep the lines around them black.)  this will make your art like 100000000 times nicer (majority of the time)

once you’re done you should get something like this:

this brings up to...

5. SHADING!!!!!!! this is my favourite step tbh.

what you wanna do is chuck on a new layer over the top of your base colours. and go into your brushes. pick up your basic bitch “round brush.” this is (in my opinion) the best painting brush in the program. Its the thing you can do the most with. so what you wanna do it get a slightly deeper colour from your colour wheel by yeeting your colour selection slightly more saturated and slightly more dark. dont just make it blacker move your colour selector on a diagonal to get a nicer colour. (i’ll eventually do a colour theory ref but today is NOT that day.)

i like to do colouring in short, light strokes. DON’T PRESS TOO HARD. you wanna get that cute little gradient.

A THING FOR BABY ARTISTS: on every art program i have ever used, the blending tool SUCKS. it makes paintings UGLY AF. (wow another tutorial i have to do at some point. i HATE the blending tool. SO HERE IS HOW I COLOUR MY ART TO MAKE IT LOOK, YKNOW, GOOD:

Unless you’re drawing something SUPER freaking smooth like a bubble or some shit. when you wanna blend colours what you gotta do is: 1) put in your darker colour. 2) use your finger to bring up the eyedropper tool to select a mid colour of the colours your blending together - a mix between your lighter and darker colour. (remember that tool? it looks like this)

3) Paint the colour you just made in the middle of your lighter and darker shades. REPEAT THIS PROCESS ON EITHER SIDE OF THE COLOUR YOU JUST PUT DOWN TILL IT LOOKS GOOD. The result is an WAY sexier piece of art.

once you’ve put in all your shadows repeat the same process with highlights.

FUN TIP: if you decide you dislike a colour or want to change the colour you already did all the shading for you can change the colour without any major drama. You can do this by select ing the colour on your colour wheel you would like to change your already shaded work too. (make sure you’re on the right layer.) then hold down on the colour dot on the top bar (next to your layer settings) and drag it to whatever you want recoloured. let go of the dot and it should recolour your work (including all the shading you’ve done granted that its on the same layer) like this:

once you’ve got all your shading done it should look something like this:

6. background and pretty bits

so! youve got this kickass work but nothing surrounding it. lets fix that.

In procreate there is SO MUCH you can use to spice up a work. a SCARY amount even. this is when layer settings are gonna start to come in handy.

ill do a masterpost on procreate brushes for backgrounds later, but for this piece what im gonna do it head over to the Luminescence section and pick up a “nebula brush”. this makes a complex galaxy kinda design in a randomised stamping pattern that is frankly SEXY AS ALL HELL. Select a layer below your base colours but above your background colour. IMPORTANT NOTE: this brush’s blend mode is autimatically set to “add” (ILL DO ANOTHER POST ON THAT LATER)which means if you go over the same spot heaps of times it will eventually go a bright white. This can be nice, but its not really what i want cause its kinda intense. to make this thing go glowy but not ~too~ glowy im gonna lower the brush opacity (the bottom slider) to around half way. i set my colour to a light yellow and a darkish pink and put in some nebulas!!!! once that was done I wantd to add some more colour variation so i popped open a new layer - selected the lightleak tool and lowered the brush opacity using the slider to around 20% just to spice some shit up

you can kinda do whatever you want for your background. sometimes its nicer just to go into artistic, select a random brush and draw a square underneath what you were doing. backgrounds can be super detailed or super easy it doesn’t really matter to be 100% honest.

THE PART 2 OF THIS STEP WILL ADD HEAPS OF DIMENSION TO YOUR WORK AND MAKE IT SUPER PRETTY: adding light effects over the TOP of your main subject often creates a more realistic sense of depth. In simple terms it just makes the thing look more 3D and nice. to do this, get a random brush with a nice (preferably light) colour. i picked up a “bokeh brush” from the Luminescence section. make this pretty big. sprinkle your brush across the page on a NEW LAYER above all of your work so far, including line art! Then open your layer menu and click that little n in the corner again. Remember this one:

click the little n. then go down to the bottom and select a layer setting from either of the 2 groups circled (i normally like overlay for this type of thing) you can mess around with layer settings and opacity till you find something that looks super nice. My piece now looks like this:

pretty cool right. now we’re gonna make it EVEN COOLER.

7. LIGHT FILTERS

this is something i picked up from artists like softmushie and cryptidw00rm. (not gonna @ them here cause they probs dont wanna get tagged in my shitty tutorial thing but yeah i owe so much to those two especially)

for those unsure of what im talking about: light filters are layers you add over work to make the lighting on it seem more natural and pretty. you do this by colouring over your natural highlights and shadows with different colours and then messing with the layer settings to make it seem like its being hit by sunlight. these layers go BELOW your foreground stuff (the bokeh lights from step 6) but ABOVE your lineart.

start by opening a new layer. select a colour similar to where the green outlines are here:

now on this layer paint over anywhere where the sun or other light source would be normally hitting (like cheekbones hair etc.) this can be kind of like shading. dont worry if it looks shit at first we’re gonna change it.

open a new layer beneath the one you just made. Using a colour similar to one circled in purple above colour over all the shadows in a piece. it should now look like this:

now open your layer settings on the purple/darker  layer by selecting the N like we did with the foreground layer before. you can play around from here by setting the layer mode to anything from the “darken” or “contrast” menu. For this work i chose overlay. I then lowered the opacity until it looked nice.

Repeat the step above with the lighter highlight layer. when adjusting this one make sure you set the layer mode to anything from the “lighten” or “contrast” menu. For this work i did hard light.

your peice should now look kind of like this:

AND YOU’RE DONE!!!!!!!!

look at that sexy thing you just did. Congrats on creating an awesome peice of art!!!!!!

if you guys are interested in more tutorials like these or have any reqs for similar stuff send me a question or a dm to my blog @plasticbattleaxe

if you create anything by following  tutorial that you want me to see don’t hesitate to tag me or submit it to my blog!!! i love seeing y’all make art

also - i know it’s annoying - but reblogs > likes. thanks for your support

i hope someone finds this useful!!!!!

[starlight-parkers]

I-I Love Her Mr Barnes (Peter Parker x Barnes!Reader)

*gif not mine, belongs to captainaudreystark*

Author’s note(s): @help-im-a-fan-girl IM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT BBY <3

Summary: You’re dating Peter Parker, but what does your dad Bucky think?

“So...you’re dating someone, huh?”

The question caused (Y/N) to whip her head round so fast that she’d almost snapped her neck. She swivelled her chair around, so that she was fully facing the figure that leaned against the door frame of her bedroom. Standing there, was the girl’s father and almost instantaneously she could tell that he wasn’t happy. Steely blue eyes locked with her own (eye colour) orbs in a hard gaze as he stared at his daughter with pursed lips.  

(Y/N) looked down, twiddling her pen between her fingers as she bites her lip. The teenage girl knew how her dad was when it came to these types of things. He had always been overprotective of her and they’d always told each other every. He had every right to be mad, although he didn’t show it, she could feel it in the air, emitting from his brooding form.

Bucky was more than overprotective, that was for certain. After having her used as a leverage to be the winter soldier for years he had every right to be. The ex-war hero had left his girlfriend pregnant unknowingly when he went to war, when she was born, his daughter had been captured and raised by hydra until she was twelve, often threatened with torture if Bucky didn’t comply or refused training. The pair were kept in cyro and unfortunately Bucky lost all traces of his daughter after the collapse of hydra. She was left to fend for herself until Steve and the avengers found her when taking down hydra bases. Bucky and (Y/N) were later reunited during the civil war, where she had fought on Tony’s side.  

“Dad...” she murmured as he pushed himself off of the door frame, walking over to (Y/N)’s bed. He took a seat, running a hand through his freshly cut hair. He didn’t look at his daughter, scared of what emotions her face might convey. Steve had always told Bucky that this day would come, but he never thought it would come so soon. It hurt him, and it hurt to know that she’d kept it a secret from him.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Bucky asked with a soft sigh, forcing himself to look at his daughter. Her soft (skin tone) face held a blank expression as she pondered over her answer. She knew this was a big deal to him, but she was scared of how he would react.

“Yes... eventually” she concluded, her straight posture deflating. Bucky only nodded into the silence of the dimly lit bedroom. (Y/N) found herself running her tongue over the dry skin of her lips as she thought about what to say next. “He’s a good guy dad, he treats me right, you can trust him”

Trust

Bucky didn’t trust very many people in his life, except for his daughter and Steve. So he certainly couldn’t trust anyone with his daughter. Especially after hydra. “Who is he anyways?” The super soldier asked casually, throwing himself backwards to lie on (Y/N)’s bed. He held his breath as silence swept over them, begging for them to be a random higher schooler and not-

“Peter Parker”

Bucky shot up so quickly that you could have mistaken him for Pietro. He looked at his daughter, eyes wide as he stared at her incredulously. “Stark’s kid?!”

“Technically he’s not Tony’s child-“

“He almost ripped off my metal arm!”

“I mean, you were gonna punch him-“

“He’s-he’s spiderman!” Bucky yelled, causing (Y/N) to shrug nonchalantly. A small smile graced her lips as she twirled her chair back around to finish scribbling away at her homework.

“That just makes him cooler” she countered, the smirk on her lips evident in her voice. The older Barnes was fuming, not only was his daughter dating, but she was dating someone who could put her at risk. He didn’t want Peter near her, let alone kissing her or holding her hand. So he did the only thing logical that a father in this situation would do.

“I don’t want you seeing him anymore”

The sound of a pen clattering against the hard wood of the desk told Bucky that he’d captured his daughter’s attention. Except, she didn’t turn around to face him. He took this as a sign to continue. “He’s dangerous, an avenger and you didn’t tell me about him. So I don’t  see why I should give you my blessings to date”

“Get out” she whispered from her seat at the desk, not moving an inch.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to young lady?”

“I said get out!”

And as if by magic, (Y/N) rose from her chair, eerily calm. She stalked her way over to her father,  clearly as brooding and as mad as he was minutes prior (she was just like Bucky, according to Steve). She looked up at him with a burning fire in her eyes before pushing him out of the room and slamming the door shut. She wasn’t in the mood for her dad’s bull, and knew if she’d said anything all hell would break lose.

All the while Bucky stood on the other side of his daughter’s bedroom door, wondering if he had made the best choice.

“(Y/N)”

“Baby”

“Princess?”

“Darling?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully as she walked down the corridors of Midtown, a pile of heavy books in her arms as she made her way out of the school. Today had been a long day, she was tired and unhappy, mostly due to the events that took place the night before. Peter had caught onto her weird attitude early on in the day, when she didn’t greet him at his locker with her usual kiss, and  she the truth is, she had been avoiding him. With the knowledge that Peter would know something was wrong straight away, (Y/N) didn’t know if she could face her boyfriend.

The young Barnes made a sharp left as she headed for the exit of the school, making Peter slip and run after her. The couple suddenly came to a stop as (Y/N) tried to search for the car that would be picking her up, when Peter finally captured her attention.

“Did I do something wrong? “ The teen superhero asked breathlessly, bending down with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. His brown hair was slightly askew, falling over his chestnut eyes as he panted. When his girlfriend, finally, turned to face him he straightened and offered her a sheepish smile. “Cause Ned and Michelle said they noticed something was off about you and seem to think that I’ve done something wrong and- Oh! If I did, I didn’t mean to make you upset because I love you and I never want to hurt you- but you didn’t seem mad at me specifically but I-“

(Y/N) smiled at her boyfriend’s sweet rambling before she pressed a quick chaste kiss to his lips. A red dust rose on Peter’s cheeks as she pulled away, causing him instinctively to rub the back of his neck out of shyness. “You didn’t do anything wrong baby!” (Y/N) murmured frantically, trying to clear up any confusion. “It’s just that my dad and I got into a disagreement last night and he doesn’t really want me to see you-“

Peter shook his head, dumbfounded as he adjusted his bag strap. “He doesn’t want you to see me? But I thought he knew about us”

“Haha funny story-“ The younger Barnes giggled nervously as she spotted her dad leaning against a slick black car, a can of soda in his metal hand. “Look Peter, it’s hard to explain, I’ll text you okay?”

The teen superhero quirked a brow as his girlfriend looked up at him with a pleading look, almost begging him to let her go. He sighed, letting a small smile cross his lips as he nodded. He couldn’t help but feel all warm inside as (Y/N) kissed his cheek gratefully, when she tried to pull away Peter sneakily snuck an arm around her waist, pulling her in for an actual kiss on the lips. He could feel her form relax in his arms as they continued to kiss outside of the school’s entrance, that was until she went rigid and quickly forced herself away from him.

The brunette boy opened his eyes in confusion, feeling a presence behind his back. Only to turn around and be met with the, obviously pissed gaze of Mr James Buchanan Barnes himself.

“Oh shi-“

“(Y/N) get in the car” Bucky seethed, looking down at the young couple. She looked up at the dark haired male, a fire setting ablaze in her (eye colour) eyes. The two Barnes had a small stare off, until (Y/N) gave up with a huff. She turned to Peter with an evil glint in her soft hues before pressing a lasting kiss against his lips. She swivelled around, a smirk playing at her lips before she got in the car and slammed the door shut.

Bucky eyed Peter, his dark oceanic hues wondering over the boy’s nervous form. Bucky could see a completely different side of the masked hero now, he wasn’t confident, cocky, a smart ass. No. He was a regular, nerdy teenage boy who just so happened to be in a relationship with his daughter.

Bucky didn’t like that.

“H-he-heyy Mr B-barnes” The brunette boy stuttered, running his hand through his glossy locks nervously. Peter offered the older male a sheepish smile only for it to be returned with a deadly glare. “Ho-how’s your arm doing?”

Bucky grunted and let a cruel glare grace his lips as she watched the younger boy stutter nervously. “I’m sorry about your metal arm by the way, it’s... it’s a great arm you know? Of course you would, I mean it’s attached to you just like other body parts how stupid of me! It’s probably really useful too, y’know? It doesn’t just swing around between your legs- Wait I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just you know-I uh-uhhh” Peter rambled our of fear, taking a step back with each syllable. “You know what? I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

The Winter Soldier laughed, walking over to the young boy, who flinched away as if he was going to get hit. “Now you listen here kid,” The ex-assassin growled menacingly. “I made it perfectly clear to (Y/N)  that I don’t want her seeing you anymore... now if you wanna walk away from this you’re gonna keep away from her, got it?”

Peter unconsciously felt himself nod but he knew (Y/N) would be rolling her eyes in annoyance. Bucky smiled wickedly at the boy, patting him on the shoulder before heading to the drivers side of the car. The webbed superhero knew he was going to regret this.

“Mr Barnes I can’t, I really like your daughter”

Bucky froze, his metal hand crushing the can that he held in it, Peter jumped before quickly swallowing the lump in his throat as he tried to look at the ex-hydra agent fearlessly. The super soldier’s brows furrowed as he wondered what could have possibly been running through this kid’s head that would make his question a well trained assassin. “Why?” Bucky questioned simply, wanting to know what the spider-powered hero’s intentions were for his daughter. He’d hoped it was something stupid, self-centred and shallow. Bucky needed a logical explanation for coming between the two.

“B-because I really like her l” Peter started, looking down and shifting from foot to foot. “She gets me, she didn’t judge me like other kids, she cares. She’s always there for me and makes every day better than the last. Please Mr Barnes, you have to understand...”

The older male just nodded, swiping a cool metal finger across his nose before getting in the car and driving away, leaving dumbfounded Peter Parker behind.

Bucky watched with a small smile as (Y/N) sat with the avengers. It was a Friday night and everyone was tired from missions and school, so they had decided to put on a movie and order some takeout. Bucky’s daughter was currently laying across the laps of three avengers, Thor was playing with her hair, smiling triumphantly to himself every time he’d braided it right. Clint  was occasionally poking (Y/N) in the tummy eliciting light chuckles from her every once in a while. While Steve was leaning on her legs, paying close attention to the movie that burst across the screen.

Sam, Wanda and Vision were seated on the floor in front of the longest couch, each had their gaze tied to the screen whilst Natasha, Bucky and Bruce sat on the smaller one. “She’s still mad at you” Natasha’s silky voice whispered into the darkness as Bucky looked away from (Y/N), he grunted in response as her turned to look at her but attentions was focused on the screen. “You know this isn’t just a phase, they really like each other”

Bucky rolled his eyes at his friend as she stood up before brushing down her clothes. “I’m going to get a drink, anyone want anything?”

The avengers all grunted in response before Natasha went into the kitchen. “Don’t all start screaming at once” she muttered sarcastically as Tony passed her on the way into the common room. He let out a small cough, trying to capture the attention of his friends. When they didn’t respond, he coughed again.

And again

And again

“Oh my god Tony” Clint sighed in annoyance. “What do you want?”

The billionaire smirked. “I’m proposing a family dinner, we haven’t spent some time together in ages and I want to take you to a fancy restaurant”

The avengers groaned  in unison before (Y/N) piped up, lifting her head in interest. “You’re spending money on us? Free food? I’m down” she admitted rolling onto her side. Bucky couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled from his lips, his daughter had quite the obsession with food.

The avengers were now interested, dreaming of all the gourmet foods they could shove down their throats.

“Why now?” Natasha asked, weaving her way back into the common room with a tray of drinks, passing them around to her team mates.

Sam nodded in agreement, taking a sip of the cola that he’d received. “Yeah, why the sudden interest in spending time with us?”

Tony threw his hands up in frustration, looking at his team in annoyance. “What? Can’t I invite you out? offer you free food?”

The avengers and (Y/N) looked at each other, a knowing glint in their eyes. “No” Wanda murmured, pausing the movie that she wasn’t able to focus on. The team laughed at her blunt answer whilst Tony rolled his eyes, a small smile gracing his lips.

“It’s because you” The brunette scientist emphasised, pointing at Bucky who put his hands up in defence. “Won’t let Peter come over to the compound anymore, so I’m lonely and want to spend time with the people I hate. Plus (Y/N)’s cool”

Bucky sighed, shaking his head as his daughter let out a loud chuckle. She made finger guns at Tony, a large smile splaying on her lips. “Right back at you Tony!” She turned, over onto her back, before sitting up slightly in Clint’s lap. “Can we invite Peter? Please?”

“No”

“Yes”

Bucky growled at Steve, narrowing his eyes at him. The enhanced super soldier smiled in response, glancing back at Tony. “I think that’s a great idea! He’s part of the team now!”

(Y/N) and Tony let out a cheer, high fiving each other in victory. Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought of ways to kill that meddling Steven Grant Rogers.

The restaurant Tony had booked for the team was grand. Anyone could tell just by looking at the entrance. There were two large windows either side of the mahogany double doors, made of double glazed glass filled with aqua blue water and the prettiest sea shells you’d ever seen. A red carpet had been rolled up to the front, signifying that only the wealthiest could afford there.

Inside was no different, crystal chandeliers hanging magnificently from the ceiling, cream marble floors stretching across the room. The restaurant was filled with fancy tables, white table cloths draping over them, candles dotted in the middle. Sky high tanks were scattered across the room, the most beautiful corals spiralling throughout.

Maybe that’s why (Y/N) was so nervous to enter, the rest of the avengers and her boyfriend  were waiting inside, probably laughing and having a good time. Perhaps the nerves that were clawing at her stomach weren’t down to the eliteness of the restaurant but instead the fact that she would be with her boyfriend and her father in the same room. The younger Barnes let out a shaky sigh, adjusting the pale pink skirt of her knee length dress while she waited for her dad to finish with the concierge.

Bucky was dressed equally as smart, fitted into a black tux, his hair slicked back like it used to be when he was young...before he was the winter soldier.  The man smiled down at his daughter, securing her in a warm embrace as he readied them to enter the restaurant. “You ready babygirl? “ he questioned with a smile, clearly forgetting that Peter would be there too.

The (hair coloured) girl just nodded nervously, as the begun to walk towards the entrance. “Wait, Dad?” She asked softly, grabbing his hand before it reached the door handle. “I-I... Dad you know I love you, but I love Peter too and I just want you to get along, so w-will you try not to be intimidating. Please.”

Bucky sighed, as much as he didn’t like you dating, he didn’t like seeing his baby so nervous and wary... it reminded him of the days where they used to threaten her if he fell out of line. “Of course sweetheart” he murmured as they made their way inside.

As (Y/N) has suspected, her father’s teammates had left only two seats left for the pair. One opposite Peter and One next to him. The teenage girl hurriedly went to sit next to her boyfriend, pecking him on the cheek reassuringly when he noticed that Bucky was standing behind her. The spider-like teen was dressed in black jeans, a crisp dress shirt whilst he donned a black tie and (Y/N) couldn’t help but blush as she eyed him. God he was cute. The winter soldier slipped into the remaining seat, offering the teenage boy a small, what someone might call, a smile. Although to Peter, it looked much more like a grimace, but it would do.

Tony caught (Y/N)’s gaze from across the table after everyone said their hellos, revealing that they hadn’t ordered yet. She gave him a slight glare, despite the grin on her lips to which he returned. He’d purposely chosen this seating arrangement.

“I propose a toast” The genius, called out, capturing the attention of his dolled up co-workers. “To (Y/N) and Peter, for finally having the courage to face up to frosty the snowman over there”

The genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist sent a wink the young couples way as they blushed. A while later, orders were taken and hot, fresh food at been placed at the table. (Y/N) scooped up a spoonful of the soup that she’d ordered for a starter. She frowned, her brows furrowing. The soup was a bit more bland than expected.  She looked around the table, desperate for some pepper and maybe even some salt. The (eye coloured) girl let out a sigh of relief when she spotted the salt shaker across the table next to her father. He was busy engaged in a conversation but she didn’t hesitate to try.

“Daddy, can you please pass the salt”

It was as if time slowed down when Peter and Bucky’s hands met at the salt shaker. The avengers fell silent, looking at one another in shock as Bucky pursed his lips, staring the younger superhero down. The brunette teen flushed red with embarrassment, he knew what everyone was thinking but he swore it wasn’t like that. He’d seen his girlfriend ask for the salt but thought that her dad was too busy to pass it over and-

“M-mr Barnes I-“ he stammered, trying to find the right words to explain the mishap. The boy cursed himself when no more words came out. This was his chance to prove to Mr Barnes that he deserved (Y/N) . That he was a true gentleman that loved her, that wasn’t using her for money, power or recognition. But he couldn’t, his form was so fear stricken that he couldn’t bring himself to look at his girlfriend’s mortified face.

Bucky eyed the kid, hoping that he’d say something, speak out against his blunder. The dark haired Male, leaned back in his chair as an angry blaze ignited in his chest. When the boy said nothing, Bucky couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of satisfaction, he didn’t want his daughter seeing anyone. She’d been through too much to get hurt again. It was now as clear as day to Bucky that Peter only wanted to get into her pants. With one last cold glare at the boy, Bucky rose from his seat leaving the table and heading to his car. Leaving two mortified teenagers in his wake.

(Y/N) tightly clutched Peter’s hand during  the car ride back to her home. When Bucky walked out, Peter quickly apologised and explained himself to his worrisome girlfriend. Of course she forgave him. She was too good to him. The rest of the dinner went by awkwardly, with Sam and Tony teasing earning some harsh slaps from Natasha and even Thor. Although the avengers knew the young couple wouldn’t go there. Tony offered her a ride home, Peter instantaneously deciding that he wanted to accompany (Y/N) back.

The three pulled up into the Barnes residence, the girl giving Tony a quick thank you before reassuring Peter. “I’ll be fine” (Y/N) whispered, peaking her head back into the car, all Peter could do was nod as she smiled slightly before making her way into her house.

Tony watched Peter in the rear view mirror, sensing his nervousness. He sighed at the troubled kid. “You should go after her kid” Tony hummed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The brunette boy looked up, meeting the eyes of his mentor. “Old Bucky clearly doesn’t see how much you both mean to each other, you should prove it to him.

and with that a cool silence swept over the car as Peter decided what he was going to do.

“It’s not what you think” Bucky heard, as the front door closed with a light click. “He’s not like that”

The ex-assassin looked up from the TV, his blue eyes meeting the enraged form of his daughter, his only daughter. “You’re embarrassing, you know that?” (Y/N) begun, her voice laced with hurt. “You had no reason to act the way you did, you left me, your daughter at a dinner because my boyfriend said something you didn’t like. You didn’t even hear him out, and Tony had to drop me home!”

The girl was seething, her body shaking with rage at each word that slipped past her lips. She loved Peter and wasn’t going down without a fight. “He tried to be nice to you, he just wants your approval and yet you continue to tear him apart! What’s wrong with you?”

The words wouldn’t stop now, and all the while Bucky let his daughter go out on a whim. No matter what she said, he wouldn’t budge. Bucky wanted to keep you safe, he was doing what was best for you. “(Y/N), I’ve made my decision, you’re not see him again. He could be using you”

“But he’s not!” The (eye coloured) eye girl yelled, flailing her hands about.  “He genuinely cares about me!”

“(Y/N)!” Bucky shouts suddenly, tired of the arguing. His daughter steps back out of fear, tears welling in her (eye colour) pools. “You’re grounded, you are not see him! I know what boys like him do, he’s only with you to get at your pants. Now go to your room”

(Y/N) flinches at the harsh words that escape from between Bucky’s lips, she runs to the stairs wanting nothing more than to be away from him in that moment but as she makes her  way up the glossy wooden steps, she realises something. “Peter would never use me, I more than anyone else would know. What happened at the restaurant was a misunderstanding,  I need you to know that”

Bucky sighed, watching as she made her way up the steps, being sure to slam the door to her bedroom once she was inside. His heart felt heavy as he sunk into the sofa’s embrace, having a teenager was difficult. Having a teenage daughter was even harder. The brunette male ran a hand over his face, exhaling deeply into the skin of his palm.

A sudden knock at the door pulled Bucky out of his solemn state, tiredly, he pulled himself to stand and made his way over to the door. Too exhausted to check who it was, Bucky yanked open the door, readying himself to yell at the person who knocked for him so late on the night. Instead he was met with the nervous face of Peter Parker, the boy shook slightly in his spot out of fear as he came face to face with the infamous Winter Solider, AKA his girlfriend’s dad.

The young brunette gulped visibly. “H-hi Mr Barnes”

The door slammed shut. Who did that boy think he was? Coming to their house after what he pulled.

The trained super soldier locked the door, slinking back over to his couch so he could sleep away the drama that was today. However, the knocking didn’t stop. Damn, teenagers were annoying.

“I know you’re in there Mr Barnes, I won’t stop knocking until you hear me out”

Peter stood outside, trying his best to stand his ground as he knocked against the hardwood of the door. He refused to leave without a fight, hopefully not a physical one. Mr Barnes scared him. The was a split second where he stopped knocking, a silence forming on the other side of the door. Peter frowned, not wanting to give up, he begun to knock harder... until the door swung open.

All the hairs on his arm pricked up, causing his fist to stop mere inches away from Bucky’s nose. The teen superhero backed away quickly, a red hue consuming the creaminess of his skin. “I-ah, um... hi?” Peter offered sheepishly, meeting Bucky’s hard gaze.

“You have thirty seconds to explain yourself before I close the door.”  Bucky snarled, memories from earlier flashing in his head. Peter gulped, trying to rack his mind for anything to say. “Twenty seconds, and counting”

The pressure of the count down caused Peter to perk up, he had to do this for (Y/N) and with that, the words started to pour from his mouth. “First of all, Mr Barnes, I’d like to apologise for this evening. I-I never meant for the situation to happen. I just wanted to show you I was a gentleman and that I listened to (Y/N) and wasn’t just u-using her” he took a shaky breath, trying to collect himself so he could show Bucky how much his daughter really meant to Peter. “Second of all, I’m sorry that we never told you. I guess we were both scared that something like this would happen, (Y/N) didn’t want to tell you about us, and she was unhappy talking about it, I would do anything to keep her happy and if that meant keeping my mouth shut, I did it”

He sighed, looking down as Bucky pursed his lips, nodding at the boy to continue. “But most importantly Mr Barnes, (Y/N) makes me the happiest guy in earth, there’s something about her that brightens up my day, that makes me think ‘how did I deserve such a girl like her?’ and... and I know that I don’t deserve her, there’s probably a million guys out there that could treat her better than me, but the thing is... it’s that I-I love her Mr Barnes”

The boy concluded his speech with a stammer, looking at Bucky nervously. The man himself hadn’t realised how deep Peter’s feelings ran for his daughter. The pair hadn’t noticed how the hair coloured girl had snuck down the stairs, listening in on Peter’s speech.

“You love me, Pete?” She whispered into the silence,  grabbing the attention of the two most important men in her life. He nodded from his spot, shocked that she had heard the whole thing. (Y/N) couldn’t help the watery grin that spread across her lips as she ran past the winter soldier, enveloping her boyfriend in a tight hug.

The girl cried softly into Peter’s blazer, whispering how much she loved him as she did so. He hesitantly, wrapped his arms around her, a soft smile tugging at his lips as they swayed gently in each other’s embrace. The older Barnes watched over the young couple as they held each other, and couldn’t help but wink at Peter in approval when their eyes locked.

They loved each other, he should have seen that sooner. It reminded him of himself and his daughter’s mother when they were that age, and who was he to get in the way of young love.

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long! I think this is my longest imagine yet. Also the restaurant is based off of one that my sister went to when she stayed in Dubai XD