Authors note: This was a spare of the moment concept I came up with. It isn’t too detailed because it is a little hard to detail this kind of concept, but here is some daddy fluff! Xx Shawn Master List found HERE
You used to love the thrill of going to his concerts, experiencing the rush and the atmosphere as he sings his heart out on stage, the way his eyes light up the moment he hits the stage. You used to love all of it, even when you’d meet him backstage and he would be full of sweat, messy curly hair, and exhausted, but still full of delight. He’d always wait for you to reach the backstage before changing. It was a tradition for him to wait so he could engulf you in a sweaty hug, a tradition you screwed your nose up at, but secretly loved.
When you both got married the shows were just as thrilling and intriguing, but when you fell pregnant, you couldn’t (weren’t allowed), to attend shows and enjoy the atmosphere, Shawn had banished you from his shows, far too worried that the crowds and the rush backstage was far too dangerous for you.
With that being said, when your little girl eventually arrived in the world, you had both agreed to keep her distanced from the world of her father, not wanting pap pictures spread around, or to have her surrounded by too many fans at one time. Which narrows down to not being able to attend many concerts.
Shawn had left early in the morning to prepare for a charity concert he was putting on. He had been off of tour for a few months, wanting to spend time with you and his now two year old little girl, sick and tired of having to either watch her through videos or on having her cooped up in tour buses and hotels.
You knew that tonight was a rather significant event for Shawn, sure, it was just another concert, but it was a concert for a rather wonderful cause. You hated missing a lot of the other events, so you did what any other wife would do, you decided it would be a great thought to surprise him.
Summary/Request: Hello again!!! Here I am with a new request Buckyxreader. The reader is Peter Quill’s younger sister, she can control electricity and is part of the Guardians of the Galaxy. During a patrol, she, Rocket and Baby Groot fell on Earth and the Avengers found they. The team bring they at the tower for the reader, finally, call to Quill. Bucky is impressed with her powers he meets her and starts to like her, but Rocket and Baby Groot are really protectors. It’s a little long but is this! Thank you! ( @mimisari234 )
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Nope i don’t think
A/N: I couldn’t have got this done without @winterxblood and her inspirational gif
“See? This is why I don’t like you driving my Milano!”
Peter scowled at you as he tried to shake off the restraints from his wrists and ankles.
The four of you were on duty somewhere beyond the galaxy. Having time to spend, you decided to gear up and start your brother’s Milano so the team would get to your destination faster, without having to wait for the ship to cool and start.
You thought it was smart, but Peter, on the other hand, thought the opposite. You insisted on driving and before you knew it, you crashed the ship on rocky grounds in the middle of god knows where.
The group was immediately taken into a big truck where several people bound you at the wrists, ankles, and even took your weapons. You had a shock collar on in case you’d try your powers on the poor people. They obviously knew who you guys were.
“My apologies, brother for trying to help you out back there.” You huffed, resting your head on the cool surface of the vehicle’s wall.
“How thoughtful of you.“
“Where are they taking us, anyway?” Rocket asked. The four of you rocked back and forth in the car, trying your hardest to see what was on the other side of the driver’s spot. Groot shook in his tiny space in the little glass jar he was in, banging on the walls which clearly didn’t help.
“Hey, asshole,” You shouted out the window to the driver. “Where are you taking us?” Nudging your elbow to bang on the cement. The man in the uniform said nothing, only to glare at you through the mirror and shut the door.
“Thanks a lot, Y/N.” Peter rolled his eyes. You kicked his combat boots with yours.
“If only Gamora was here, she’d side with me and I’d have you kick your-“
The vehicle stopped in a halt, causing the four of you to roll and accelerate in opposite directions on the floor. You groaned slightly as your back hit a wall. The large doors opened, sunlight shining through the green scenery in the background. You pushed your body to sit up, back leaning against the wall again but only to be dragged out harshly.
You, Peter, and Rocket were now held up by numerous people who seemed to be dressed in blue stealth suits. One person held Groot (who was safe in his jar) as they followed you into a big complex.
Looking around, you got a glimpse at the scene surrounding you. This place looked familiar, you thought. Clearly it wasn’t from your former planet, but the planet you came from.
The big building was grey, a few stories high with a garage at the bottom. It was in the middle of a nice open green area where trees surrounded it, a big ‘A’ was labeled at the front. You saw people who looked like they were being trained all lined up to the right who were being instructed by their trainer, another building which looked like a storage space in the back, and numerous recruits surrounded the area.
“Let us go..” You heard Peter say from behind you. You saw him struggle in his restraints as the agents were trying to keep him still.
“Peter, stop moving.” You hissed as you entered the building. You looked up in awe when you were greeted with various jets plastered on a second stage, computers and tactical gear all around.
“Is this?” Rocket asked.
“Cap.” An agent spoke. They nodded at the man who was now walking in front of them, dressed in a casual blue shirt with a brown leather jacket and jeans.
“Good lord.” You whispered to yourself.
The agents pushed the four of you to follow the blonde man into a secluded area. They sat you down in chairs, Groot on the table.
Once everyone was settled, the man spoke. “You can release them now, guys.” He said. The agents obliged as he smiled politely at them, shooing them off to leave.”
“Driving an aircraft into a privately owned land, I see?” The man asked, looking up at the projection in front of him. “Do you know why you’re here? Where you are?”
“The mighty Captain America, Steve Rogers.” Rocket smirked, rubbing his wrists. “Y’know, you could’ve let your men handle us a bit more with care.” He joked. Steve nodded.
“New complex, I see?” You asked, turning to a few others who stepped into the briefing room.
Steve was about to speak until another man spoke for him. You could recognize him, these people, anywhere. “That’s right, space girl. Proudly paid for by the one and only.” The man winked as he took a seat.
“Holy. That-This is Tony Stark!” Your brother exclaimed. “Big fan of you.” He smiled, shaking Tony’s hand.
A man with long hair and a metal arm took a seat next to you. He gave you a smile as you met his eyes, you doing the same as Groot climbed up your jacket and onto your shoulder, frowning at the man.
“Easy now.” You whispered.
Chatter started in the room as everyone sat down. “Alright, everyone settle down.” Steve announced. Once everyone was quiet, he started to speak. “My name, as you know, is Steve Rogers. My fellow Avengers and I have brought the four of you here because we want to announce something to you.” He explained.
Your files started appearing in a row in the middle of the table for everyone to see, projected on the little device. “We know you four, and all of the others up there.” Steve nodded as he looked at the screen.
“Flying raccoon, large-“ Tony looked at Groot who was held on your shoulder. “Small tree man, and two twins, basically.” He explained.
You frowned. “Fair enough.”
“We know what you guys have done. Your powers, abilities..” Steve explained. “Especially you, Y/N.” He smiled.
Tony stood from his spot, swiping the hologram. “Which is why we brought you here to recruit you. Of course, we were gonna send a ship to get you, but conveniently, you decided to wreck the land and show up.”
“Yeah about that,” You laughed. “Terribly sorry about that. You see, my brother and I-“
“Oh, we’re not looking for an apology, Quill. All we ask is for your assistance. Stay here on earth, train with us, earn your badges as an Avenger.”
“I mean, we would have to think about it first.” Peter interrupted. “We can’t just leave the planet for another team.” He sighed.
“Well, just know that you’re always welcomed here.”
And so you were. With four months of training again, your team decided to leave the galaxy for a while and come back to earth to help earth’s mightiest heroes. You got to know the team within the months, them becoming like your new family. It took time to adjust, but with a few bonding sessions and common interests, you were able to adjust quickly.
It was a nice day outside, so you and your friend, Wanda decided to train outside of the compound. You got along with her the most, since you two had powers that were useful together during battle. Tony joked how the colors of your powers went well.
You saw Peter training with Clint and Bucky on the grass, Rocket sat down on a nearby tree with Groot as he stared down at the man with the metal arm. You rolled your eyes.
“So, you got any missions this week?” You asked Wanda as you held your fingers up to attack her. She blocked your electricity with her powers, as you went back and forth on the grass.
“Nope. I’m free until Tuesday. I do have to train the newest mutants, though.” She sighed. “You?”
“Yeah.” You said, pausing quickly to attack her forcefield. “I’m suppose to go on a mission with Barnes tomorrow.” You smiled, a blush creeping up on your neck.
Wanda gasped, walking towards you to counterattack. “No way! You and Barnes?”
“I know right..” You smiled. “I’ve never gone on a mission with him. Hell, we don’t even talk to each other. I don’t think he’s ever seen me in action.”
“What do you think of him?” She smirked, noticing your blush as she floated in the air, you on the ground. “Oh, Y/N…” She teased, reading your mind as you laughed out.
“I’m excited, honestly.” You said as she lowered herself on the ground. “That’s why Rocket and Groot are..You know.” You tilted your head to see them.
You noticed Bucky sparring with your brother. He was in a black long sleeved shirt and jeans, barefoot as his hands were wrapped. You bit your lip as you watched him in action, rejoicing in your head as you got to see what he can actually do. Your eyes began to turn a light blue, signaling all your energy being built up.
You didn’t notice Wanda talk to you, but when you weren’t responding, she sent you flying back onto the grass, back up against the tree Rocket and Groot were on. She floated towards you, smiling as you groaned out.
“What was that for?” You frowned.
“I didn’t say we were done.” She smiled, holding a hand to help you up.
“I hate you.” You said, grabbing her arm to send a small bolt of electricity through her, causing her to punch your arm.
“Nice powers there.” A voice spoke from behind you. You turned around to see Bucky smirking down at you, unwrapping his arms and tossing the remains into his bag. He called for a break with Peter and Clint as they walked off into the compound, Wanda following behind.
“Thanks.” You smiled. “I could’ve done better. Probably send her off flying first.” You laughed.
Bucky smiled at the trail you left on the floor. “Took it hard, huh?”
“That’s Wanda.” You shrugged. “So, you ready for our mission tomorrow?” You asked him, leaning against the tall tree as you watched him pack up.
“Definitely. I’ve never been on one with you alone, though. I’m somewhat scared at what you could do.” He winked up at you, sending butterflies in your stomach.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“So you should. Your powers are amazing and come in handy with any enemy that come in contact with us. You and Wanda especially.” He said, slinging his bag over his shoulders.
“You too, soldier. Amazing combat training skills, a metal arm… Good with a gun and knives.” You raised your eyebrow. He walked toward you to listen closer. “Electricity does wonders with metal. You should be careful.”
“Mhmm.” You looked up at him, his chest meeting yours under the big tree. “But sometimes it can help out defeat the opposing team.”
“How strong is this electricity of yours?” He asked, arm resting on the trunk.
You smirked, slowly taking the knife out from his holster along his waist. You threw it at a nearby tree, and as it hit the trunk, you held your hand up to conjure your strength, sending the tree to cripple right then and there as it slowly started to send in sparks.
“Shit.” he muttered, looking at the tree.
“I’ll buy you a new one, don’t worry.”
He only smiled down at you, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“We exist, you know!” A voice called from above you. You rolled your eyes to see Rocket come down and climb up your arm to rest on your shoulder. Groot did the same and sat in the pocket of your jacket.
You sighed, smiling as you met Bucky’s gaze at the creatures on you. “They’re a little over protective. Only want me to engage in contact with men in the galaxy.”
“I can see that. They’ve been eyeing me for the last two hours.” Bucky said. “Especially him.” He pointed at the raccoon who slowly frowned.
“If you do anything to her, boy I swear I will rip-“
“Rocky!” You shouted, pulling his tail. “Be nice.”
Bucky smirked, guiding you into the compound again, greeting others as they walked by you.
He walked you up into the elevator, which took you to the avenger’s rest areas and walked you to your room. You let Rocket inside as Groot sat peacefully in your pocket.
“You know, you really gotta tell me more about yourself, and your friends.” Bucky spoke. “I’m interested.”
“Well me and Peter were originally from here so we’re not any different from you guys.” You spoke. “These guys, however, are obviously different, but we’ll get to that some other time.” You smiled, taking Groot’s small hand to place him on your shoulder. He hid behind your ear.
“Maybe after our mission I can take you somewhere where we can talk about that.” Bucky offered. “Maybe somewhere in New York?”
“That sounds nice.” You agreed. “Yes, definitely. Without any distracting animals or guns and knives..”
“Great! I’ll see you in a few hours then.” He winked, placing his hands in his pocket.
You walked into your quarters and sat down with a smile on your face next to Rocket. You laid your head back on the couch, sighing in content before you felt eyes on you.
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Filling the prompt “Van sees reader in an altercation with their partner and he intervenes and assures them that the partner is wrong and they’re wonderful just how they are?”
Note: I cannot tell you how annoying it is to write about Van and vans. Like. Van gets into the van. Annoying. Van gets into the automobile. Weird. Fuck.
It had taken a few hours to find an outfit you felt comfortable in, let alone one in which you actually thought you looked semi-decent in. And, by some miracle, your eyeliner wings were even. When you were picked up out the front of your house by Jono, he hardly gave you a second look as you slipped into the passenger seat. It was meant to be a date, but when you arrived at the restaurant one of his friends was leaning against the wall. Knowing better than to question him, you greeted Dan and followed the pair inside.
The conversation was clearly not meant for you, and you only spoke when Jono was staring at you. “What?” you asked, sitting up straight.
“You’re eyebrows are different,”
“Yeah. I brushed them out. New thing I’m trying. Do you like it?” you replied hopefully. He shrugged, and continued with Dan.
“This was in Seattle, 1990.
he simply came off stage, sat down and cried for about half a minute, then he was fine. He had just trashed his gear on stage, and it was simply a release of energy. It is a painful picture, but it’s about the angst of performance. The band seemed use to it. He seemed very healthy then, and very happy. He was a very powerful and energetic performer, and it was all he wanted to do. The band was his vehicle, the most important thing in his life” - Ian Tilton (photographer)
Annabeth doesn’t realize how serious Percy actually is about this American Ninja Warrior thing until it boils over into a full blown obsession.
To be fair, Percy proposes at least one implausible idea that he has no plans to follow through with a month. How was she supposed to know that becoming a reality show competitor was the one he’d go after instead of, say, opening a seaside burger shack or marrying her?
She probably should’ve figured out it when, two weeks after their first conversation, the Boston qualifiers airs and one of the competitors is a fellow New York firefighter. The guy walks out on stage in full turnout gear, roaring for the crowd as he takes it off, but makes a poor showing, tripping on the third quintuple step (okay, maybe Annabeth’s started paying more attention to the show than she’s ready to admit) and dramatically belly flopping into the pool.
Percy’s finishing a night shift when the episode airs, but they must’ve watched it at the station, because it’s all he can talk about when he gets home in the morning.
“ — can’t believe Ladder 18 is the first company to get a guy on the show and he makes an ass out of himself. How humiliating,” Percy says, gesturing with the half eaten apple in his hand. Annabeth darts under his flailing arms to get to the coffee maker. “Makes us look pathetic, you know? ‘Specially going after the NYPD guy who had the fastest time of the night. Ugh. It had to be a cop.”
If there’s one thing Annabeth’s learned since Percy became a firefighter, it’s the that long standing animosity between New York’s fire and police departments could equal any number of epic rivalries between her immortal Greek relatives. Knowing that, she probably shouldn’t have said what she did, but there’d been a severe lack of coffee in her system and even daughters of Athena make mistakes when lacking caffeine.
“I guess you’ll just have to show them what a real firefighter looks like next season, hmm?” she replies, grabbing her thermos and standing her tiptoes to peck him on the cheek. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
Even with that comment, Percy’s dream might’ve just stayed a dream if a familiar face hadn’t popped up on the platform during the San Francisco qualifiers the next week.
“And let’s give a big welcome to this Ninja Warrior rookie, 25-year-old Jason Grace!” Matt Iseman’s introduction is almost as enthusiastic as the stream of beer that spews from Percy’s mouth when their TV screen fills with Jason’s handsome face. “Jason’s a history teacher here in his hometown of San Francisco, and a former college football player who waited in the walk-on line at the urging of his wife, Piper!”
“What the fuck,” Percy hisses as the camera pans to the sidelines where Piper, wearing a Superman shirt, stands and cheers. “What the fuck is this.”
“Looks like Jason’s living your dream,” Annabeth says dryly as Percy dives over the couch arm, frantically reaching for his cell phone on the end table. “Oh, I think I see Frank and Hazel in the stands! How cool.”
Percy lets out a strangled growl, his eyes darting from his contact list to the TV where Jason is waving to Piper, showing of the legion tattoo on his forearm. He’s wearing athletic shorts, a shirt with a Superman logo that matched Piper’s, and, surprisingly, his thick, black rimmed glasses. Jason squares his shoulders, breathing out through his nose, and gets ready to start his run.
“Jason’s friends call him the blonde Superman,” Akbar Gbajabiamila adds to the commentary, “and he’s hoping to fly right through the course to the final round. Let’s see how he does!”
The buzzer sounds and Jason’s off, breezing through the quintuple steps. Percy has his phone jammed up to his ear by the time he gets to the next obstacle, the rolling log, and trouble sets it.
“His 6’2” frame will help him get a good wrap around the log, but can he hold on? He’s got a good rotation, almost made it… whoa! Did you see that, Akbar? Jason Grace made it, but he lost his glasses on the log roll!”
“They’re in the pool!” Akbar responds breathlessly as Jason gets up on the mats, shaking off the dizziness. He glances around for his glasses and, when he doesn’t spot them right away, shrugs and moves on to the next balance. “Matt, I don’t believe this! Jason lost his glasses and he’s going to keep competing. Hello Superman, goodbye Clark Kent!”
“Oooh, good one, Akbar,” Annabeth says, mostly just to annoy Percy, who shoots her a hurt look. He and Jason might be forever bound by the vows of their sacred bromance, but that doesn’t mean there still isn’t a healthy bit of competition between the two of them.
“WHAT THE SHIT, JASON,” Percy hollers into the phone a moment later. On screen, the son of Jupiter makes it past the paddle boards balance obstacle with only a minor trip toward the end. “AMERICAN FUCKING NINJA WARRIOR?”
“Oh, is the episode airing already?” Jason’s tinny voice says, clearly not noticing the utter betrayal in Percy’s tone. “Yeah, that was Piper’s idea. I would’ve said something, but it’s kind of embarrassing, you know?”
“EMBARRASSING?” Percy repeats, still at roar level. Annabeth kicks him in the thigh and he lowers his tone, “Akbar called you Superman, dude! You’re living my dream! My dream! How could you?!”
There’s a long pause on the other line and then Jason says, hesitantly, “Oh, um, I didn’t know…?”
“If you’re going to break up with Jason,” Annabeth says loudly, as Percy opens his mouth to rage some more, “can you do it out on the fire escape? I’d like to critique his run in peace.”
Percy pulls the phone away from his mouth to grumble, “We’re not breaking up, what even,” under his breath, but gets up and stomps over to the fire escape window, hissing angrily at Jason the entire way.
On the show, Jason gets as far as the end of the first tilting ladder, but can’t make the five-foot leap to the second ladder, missing the rung by the tips of his fingers. He goes splashing into the pool and Iseman makes a crack about the ladders being Jason’s Kryptonite. He gets out of the pool, smiles winningly at the camera as someone off screen hands his glasses back to him, and says, “Could’ve used these on that last jump!” before the show moves on to the next contestant.
Annabeth shoots Jason a quick sorry about my idiot, you did great! maybe get some contacts next time, huh? XD text and settles in to watch the rest of the episode.
Jason’s run joins the others in her mind that she turns over and analyzes for flaws during the commercial breaks. Not wearing secured glasses was his biggest mistake, obviously, but Jason’s form on the tilting ladders had been poor (“He doesn’t know his alphabet! Where are those L’s?” a voice that sounds an awful lot like Akbar’s asks in her head). Even if he’d had a good enough swing off the first, he probably would’ve dropped from exhaustion toward the end of the second ladder anyway.
She wouldn’t make those mistakes, Annabeth determines with a firm nod, before she realizes how ridiculous she’s being.
Oh, gods. What has watching this show done to her?
Percy misses the last half hour of the show as he bawls out Jason over the phone, stomping back into the living room just in time to see that, despite his fall, their friend had landed in the top 30 and will move on to the city finals.
“That’s it, it’s on,” Percy declares, pointing a threatening finger at the screen, which has son of Jupiter’s name highlighted in yellow. “Jason can suck it. Next year, that’s going to be me on that leader board.”
Even then, Annabeth’s sorry to admit, she doesn’t actually believe he’s going to go through on that promise.
Or that he’ll succeed in dragging her along with him.
1. Metal gear Rex
A weapon to surpass metal gear!?
Also you get spawned on its little dick gun for some reason
2. Gun Ship
3. Louise the oc
I must fight for her favor
4. Gotta go fast
I must obtain a velocity!!
5. Louise Angel OC
I fixed her eyes so that you no longer get trapped forever in them… now you can only get lost in them