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froglovemushroom · 10 months

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This Ariel is a Headutt-er!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x alien!fem!reader (Mantis and Peter Quill's younger sibling)(reader is the same species as Mantis)

Warnings : A wee bit of violence

Summary: Instead of Prince Eric, it was Ariel herself who swept you off your feet.

Aurhor's note: everyone is alive in all my fics, except if a specific setting or timeline is mentioned

This is a fic requested by @fayhar ! I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this, I got too caught up with classes. But it's summer break now and I can finally write again! Hope you like this fic! English isn't my first language so please point out the mistakes nicely, I'll fix it 🥲

It all started when Yondu handed Peter a DVD that he had obtained from Earth.

The cover of the DVD box read 'The Little Mermaid' with a picture of what looked like a girl who is half Terran and half fish with bright red hair.

It was the first time the gang ever watched an animated movie during movie night and everyone had different reactions. Drax made silly comments, Rocket complained about certain scenes, Peter would place a kiss on the crown of Gamora's head during the more romantic scenes, and she would cuddle closer to him, Mantis and Groot were gushing about the little details and Nebula, surprisingly, seemed to enjoy the movie.

And you? You were enchanted by the whole thing, from the dinner scene, to the little fair date and boat ride. From all catchy songs and romantic lines to the heartbreaking conflicts ang the heroic fights.

You laughed, you cried, and you were undeniably HOOKED.

And let's just say with a little bit of begging (and using your big black puppy eyes), you managed to convince your brother to get Yondu to find more of these wonderful films.

You would consume every single thing that Yondu could get his hands on in a crazy short amount of time. Mantis would find you huddled up into a little ball on the couch in the middle of the night, eyes gleaming like a little child as you watched whatever new DVD that Yondu had gotten his hands on.

From old Disney movies like Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast, to the more modern ones like Tangled and Frozen, you had seen them all.

But alas, 'The Little mermaid' is the one that holds your heart.

And as result of all the Disney that you've been slurping up, you eventually found yourself wondering if you're going to get your happy ending.

When is a prince Eric coming to sweep you off your feet? Take you on carriage rides and dancing at carnivals? Are you even going to get a happy ending?

Your brother told you there is someone for everyone in the galaxy.

"And when you meet them.....You'll know it."

He'd said, as he looked at Gamora with a warm loving gaze.

You found it hard to believe.

You'll know it when you meet them? How???

You were skeptical.

Until one day when the Guardians got invited to a party by Tony Stark himself, did you find yourself staring at a certain woman.

It was nearly midnight, the music was still blaring loudly and you found yourself getting a little too overwhelmed, so you decided to flee the scene to catch some fresh air.

You stepped outside, eyes closed as you feel the cool wind gently brush against your skin. You had expected that the party was going to be a little too much for you, but what you hadn't expected was for there to be someone else at the balcony.

This 'someone else' was a woman, and beautiful one at that. She was wearing a black cocktail dress, the fabric hugging her body in all the right places. Her fiery red mane was curled to perfection, the luscious tendrils framed her face like puzzle pieces that fell perfectly into place.

Ariel.

That was the first word that came to your mind.

Her eyes were closed, lengthy eyelashes fluttered in the wind, and she huffed out a deep sigh, seemingly bothered by whatever it is that's on her mind.

You reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, aiming to calm her down and maybe make her feel a little more at ease with the help of your powers.

But the slight brush of your fingertips against her skin was enough to make you end up on the cold ground. With your wrists pinned to the hard surface nonetheless.

Your antennaes tensed, the gears in your head were running miles per hour, one second you were reaching out and the next thing you know you had been headbutted onto the floor into a vulnerable position.

With your mind still spiralling, you spat out the first thing in your mind.

"H-hello! A-are you Ariel?"

What?

It looked like your question had taken the woman aback, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did this bitch with antennaes just ask her if she was a Disney character?

"Am- Am I who??"

"A-ariel?"

You had no idea what's going on, but you were somehow very, very intrigued by the woman on top of you.

The woman looked at you up and down at your attire.

Party wear.

It took her a second before she realized that you were just one of the people invited tonight, and she quickly apologized.

"Sorry about that, my fight or flight reflexes just kicked in. And to answer your question, no, I am not Ariel. "

She chuckled in amusement when she saw you slightly deflate.

"Aw... Bummer"

You had mumbled to yourself, earning another chuckle from the redhead beside you.

You both stayed silent for a while after that, blocking out the muffled music playing inside and relishing in the peaceful night atmosphere outside.

"So...You're really not Ariel?"

Her head turned to look you, elbow on the balcony railing with her chin resting on ther palm.

"Sorry to dissapoint you, but no, I'm not."

The small pout that appeared on your lips made her smile.

The both of you started to pick on some random topics to talk about. Your jobs, hobbies, crime cases, outer space, everything you could possibly imagine.

Natasha could feel the click and so could you, the both of you felt a lot more settled than expected.

"So...Are you going to tell me your name"

You paused, you had completely forgotten to tell her your name. She let out a breathy laugh as you come to the realization.

"My name's Y/n, I'm one of the Guardians."

you shyly mumbled, hand fiddling with an antennae, a sign that you're embarassed, it's a little habit you've had ever since you were a young bug.

"Y/n huh? I like that."

The way your name rolled off her lips made you slightly dizzy, it sounded good, way too good, enchanting even.

"Don't you want to know my actual name?"

Your ears perked up at that.

"It's Natasha, Natasha Romanoff."

"Wow..."

It was even prettier than you expected it to be, and it fits her a lot. Her voice kept repeating in your mind, and it won't go away.

The echo of her beautiful name.

Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff....

"Do you like my name that much?"

"Huh?"

"You've been saying my name in repeat for a while now."

yikes.

"And your face is all red"

double yikes.

Your antennaes drooped as you fidget in place, eyes looking anywhere but at her. Your mind was spinning, everything was going at full speed in there, you didn't know what to think, what to say, what to do, it was all so fast to the point where everything was a blur.

Seeing you panicking like this made her chuckle. Sure she knew she's got an effect on people, and she never really cared about them.

But what you're failing to see here is that you had just as much of an effect on her. The way you looked so attentively at her whenever she speaks, as if absorbing every single word with such care and warmth, the way your eyes gleam when you asked if she's Ariel, down to the way you're panicking at her teasing right now, everything about you made her feel all warm. Comfortable even.

You're odd, but it only made her want to get to know you more.

Her slender fingers reached out, gently lifting your chin to make you look at her.

"Do you know that you're very strange?"

The sensors on your head drooped even further at that, is it because you're not a Terran? Is it because you look weird and have antennaes?

"I'm sorry I'm not a terran..."

Her eyebrows furrowed.

"What?"

"I'm not like you Natasha, I'm not terran..."

You felt her hands move to cup your face, and oh how you wish you could lean on them forever.

"Y/n, you've misunderstood, I meant it in a good way, and you're strange because,well, you're you. You're unique. And it has nothing to do with having antennaes or not. Though they do add to your scale of cuteness."

She laughed as your face started to flush once more, releasing your face to lean on the railing.

You don't know if you wanna slap that cheeky grin off her lips or kiss her it off instead, but your mind was once again all hazy.

Gosh, you're down bad.

Leaning onto the railing, you closed your eyes to calm yourself down, focusing on the cool night wind blowing at your face.

It felt nice and calming. What time is it? It's probably way past midnight, and with the soft wind cradling you, your mind was starting to slowly fall into rest.

Unbeknownst to you, Natasha had her eyes on you this whole time, and your dipping head landed onto her waiting palm, stopping you from headbanging onto the railing.

She carried you as your knees started to buckle, carefully placing you on the couch in the living room. She watched over you until the guardians decided that it was time to leave, they thanked her and walked out into the night with you still fast asleep on Gamora's back.

The twinge of jealousy that appeared was something unexpected.

Why is she jealous? Was it the fact that you seem so comfortable the zenwhoberian? Was it because she wanted to be the one you snuggle into? The one you're most comfortable with?

Whatever it is, she knew she must meet you again.

You woke up in a daze the next morning. How'd you end up back in your room? Weren't you talking with Natasha?

Where's Natasha?

The sound of the door creaking open put your thoughts to a pause.

"Y/n! Breakfast is ready!"

Peter walked in with a glass of water in his hand, handing it over for you to drink.

"What's on your mind? I can see the gears in your head turning you know?"

You placed the glass down on the nightstand before turning to face you brother.

"PETER!"

"Wha- why the shout?!"

"What did you do before you married Mora?"

A blink.

Another blink.

"Oh, I proposed."

"What's proposed?"

And that's how Peter ended up telling you the whole story of him going ring shopping.

"I wanna buy a ring!"

Peter choked on his own spit. Whom for?? When did you find a lover?

"I wanna propose to Natasha!"

And the next thing he knew, he was already dragged out of the door.

The day somehow ended with you bouncing on your feet outside the avengers compound, a panting Peter Quill right behind you.

You had requested to meet Natasha, and was currently waiting for her to come down the multiple floors of the tower.

Peter was still trying to catch his breath after running around non-stop for the whole day.

"Y/n *pant* you can't just-"

He was cut off by the sound of the elevator door opening, revealing the gorgeous red-headed woman of your dreams.

"Hey Y/n, what's up-"

"Marry me!"

The whole floor went silent. Until Peter awkwardly spoke up,

"Sorry, I really tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen."

When the redhead heard that you had come to give her a visit, she was much more excited than she would admit, her heart was pounding and she was in the elevator merely seconds after she heard the information, wanting to know why you were here again.

But a proposal from you was not something that she had expected.

"Marry me please Natasha?"

She looked at you standing there with puppy eyes, your hands presenting a red gemmed ring pop to her. This was certainly not something she gets to see everyday.

A hearty chuckle escaped her lips, and you deflated a bit, thinking that maybe she was mocking you. But your thoughts were dismissed when you feel a pair of soft lips pressed against your cheek.

"You're adorable you know that?"

You were frozen in place, did she just kiss you on the cheek?

What does this mean?

"As cute as this whole proposal was, I think I'll have to refuse it."

Your antennaes drooped in disappointment. You just got rejected.

"But instead..."

She placed her fingers on your chin.

"Let me take you out on a few dates first hm?"

Your mouth open and closed in wordless confusion.

"Date?"

"Yes date, we can go anywhere you'd like, how about that?"

Your eyes gleamed.

"Can we watch The Little Mermaid?"

She threw her head back laughing. Oh, could you be any cuter than you already are? But of course, she nodded and pulled you with her into the elevator. Leaving poor Peter to go back to the ship by himself.

Though he didn't mind, because seeing his sister so happy was worth it.

Maybe you'd have your happy ending after all, not with Prince Eric, but with beautiful badass Ariel instead.

And that's more than enough for you ❤️

Oh, and Thor asked for the ring pop, and you gave it to him. Thor is happy. Good job!

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Tbh I deleted the whole thing halfway through cause it was a mess and I hated it, and so I had to rewrite it again😂

#natasha x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #callicreations #natty fics <3

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hellmouthcity · 11 months

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QUICK FIX - Nebula x Reader

details: fluff oneshot , fem/nby reader. this is somewhat of an AU where nebula sticks around after yondu’s death for a bit

summary: you’re an electrical engineer temporarily hired by the guardians for ship repairs and general weapon tinkering. nebula’s cybernetic arm has been acting up a little lately, so it’s a good thing you’re around to help! if she’ll let you.

You never thought being on a spaceship for not even a month would drive you this insane.

A few weeks back, you got a request to stay on a ship for a little while to be around for emergency repairs, since this band of weirdos seemed to always be having emergencies. When you saw it was the Peter Quill who wanted to hire you, you immediately accepted. Who hasn’t heard of them! It isn’t every day you get to hang out with the Guardians of the freakin’ Galaxy, even if you were just the repair guy.

Unfortunately, the crew here was just as unstable as their ship. It was a wonder how they didn’t blow the whole thing up from impromptu ‘weapon tests’, which consisted of the guardians firing blasters at each other in some twisted game of tag. They were a little rowdy for your taste, but you all got on well enough.

Peter, despite his douchery, was actually a pretty normal guy. He even liked to joke and have fun like your friends back home. He cared a lot about his ship, which you found a little respect in. He’d instruct you on the problems, and you’d find a solution. That always earned you a high-five or a pat on the back. The others seemed to tolerate him, especially Gamora. Your interactions were short and sweet, but she was kind. You noticed her get a little looser whenever Quill was around. It was gross in a sweet way.

On the other hand, Gamora’s sister was as far as you could get from social. She hasn’t said a word to you the entire time you were here. Sometimes you forgot she was even part of the team. On the rare occasions she’d leave her room, she was never around for long. You’d look at her as she passed by sometimes, wondering what she was like under her intimidating black eyes and cold shell.

You didn’t think about that for too long. You could tell her friendship had to be earned, like a wild animal that you had to let come to you. She seemed to be having a few problems lately. Technical difficulties. You heard from Rocket that her cybernetic arm [which you still think is insanely cool] has some problems shifting to weaponry mode. You wondered if she’d approach you about that.

Right now, you were fixing an airlock malfunction at the main port. It was having a problem with sealing properly after it closed. Yet another emergency. With oxygen escaping, and all that. At this point, you were used to all the high-pressure and near life-threatening circumstances. You just worked with your space visor on, which was coming in more and more handy these days. Everyone was in their respective rooms. You were alone out here at last!

There was one little problem though - your blowtorch was fresh out of juice. If only there were someone on this ship with a blowtorch arm modification! And if only it WORKED!!!

You exhaled through your nose at the thought of Nebula suddenly turning up to offer her help. It was the most unlikely thing in the galaxy, probably. No way that would happen. Just as you stood to go inform Quill about you issue, you nearly bumped directly into the girl you least expected to see.

“Ah- geez! You snuck up on me!!” You exclaim, surprised that she seemed to have indirectly read your thoughts. Nebula just looked at you, black eyes seeming to pierce right through you. You shivered. Looks like you had to do the talking. “Um. I’m trying to fix the air lock, but my blowtorch just ran out,” you explained, pulling the trigger to demonstrate. No flame came out. “...and last I checked, there’s no fuel for this on the ship. So, I kind of hit a dead end.”

Still, Nebula said nothing. For a moment, you wondered if she was even capable of speech. Then you heard a weird kind of… grinding sound. Both of your attentions drifted down to Nebula’s arm as it sparked and jittered in an odd way. She grunted, smacking it with her other hand. It sparked even harder, and eventually stopped moving altogether. She couldn’t even move her fingers. She let out a noise of rage, shaking the immobile part. You couldn’t hold in a little giggle. Her head snapped up to face you, and you instantly went silent.

“Is this funny to you?” Nebula demanded, voice deep and serious. You hadn’t heard her voice before. It was powerful and threatening. She meant business, and it felt like you wore pyjamas to the interview. You took a step backwards, a little worried for your own safety. She may not have a functional arm blaster, but she could still knock your lights out.

“No, no, sorry. Very serious.” You said quickly, avoiding her glare. She let out a short sigh, now more closely examining her malfunctioned part. You looked, too. If only she’d let you get in there, you could fix it… “You know, I could try and help you out with that.” You offered nervously, hoping she wouldn’t just turn around storm off.

“What makes you think I need your help?” The luphomoid snapped, jerking her head at you. You dropped your gaze a little. You kind of expected this reaction.

“Well, it’s just… it could be a little hard to repair one-handed, if you planned on doing it yourself.” You tried to reason. She looked at you, eyes narrowed like this was a trick.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own.” She told you firmly. You nodded, stepping back a little further in surrender.

“Right, understood. Just keep in mind I’m here if you ever need help.” You hoped she’d change her mind, but she wasn’t there with you yet. She just strode past you in the direction of her room, on her way to independently repair her own arm like the badass she is. You smiled to yourself, finding this cyborg a little silly. You crouched back down and decided to take a break. You’d continue in a little. And who knows? Maybe Nebula would change her mind.

Not even 15 minutes later, you heard footsteps heading in your direction. You looked up from the wrench you were adjusting to see Nebula had, as predicted, made a return. It seems she had no such luck in making the repair on her own. She was purposely avoiding looking at you, [working] fist clenched. She was embarrassed!! You decided to pretend like you weren’t expecting it.

“Oh? Back so soon? I would’ve thought you were going to fix your arm yourself!” You teased from where you sat, a little smug. “After all, you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself.”

“Quiet!” She shouted, making you flinch. Okay, so Nebula’s not a fan of playful sarcasm. Noted. “You offered a service free of charge to me. I would be a fool to decline it.” You looked up at her, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s true. Glad you came to your senses.” Carefully, like you were trying not to spook a feral creature, you stood. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” You joked, and Nebula scoffed. She tried to roll her eyes, though it wasn’t exactly noticeable.

“Just do your job.” She spoke bluntly. You offered a smile and started to reach for her arm so you could examine it. She instantly jerked back and you retracted your hand.

“Well, I kind of can’t if you won’t let me see what’s up.” You tried to explain. Nebula’s eyes darted between your eyes and your hand, and she relaxed her shoulders just a little, almost an apologetic look drifting over her face before it was replaced with her signature cold neutrality. Slowly, she approached you and raised her arm, almost defensively. You cautiously reached out and started feeling for some sort of seam where a section could be unscrewed, but this was an odd piece of machinery. It was segmented in a lot of different ways in a lot of different places, so you weren’t really sure how to get a peek inside.

Nebula seemed to notice your confusion, so she sighed and rotated her arm so that her palm was facing upwards. On the underside, you saw a larger rectangle that stood out a bit from the rest of the metal. You quickly bent to collect a tool from your set, then stood to pry the covering off. And wow, was it even more complicated on the inside. You were used to things like this, though. Artificial automation is your jam. It didn’t take long to find the issue.

“Found your problem! Your hydraulic springs have popped out a little. I’m guessing these are what enable your arm to transition so smoothly to different physical states. If these springs undergo a lot of winding up then unwinding in a rapid manner, they can accidentally pop loose and you have to reset them.” You explained, motioning to the issue as you described it. Nebula watched intently as you spoke. “And as for the lack of movement, one of your circuits got tripped. Too much power started flowing through it, I’m guessing when you tried to force your arm to shift. Maybe don’t do that again, for future reference.”

“I see. Can you fix it?” She demanded rather than asked. You went down again to get another tool, returning with a thumbs up upon standing upright again.

“I sure can. This won’t take long,” you went quiet as you went into focus mode, recoiling the spring and even tightening a few loose bolts in other areas. You flipped a breaker off and back on again, and her arm jolted back to life. After applying a little mechanical lubricant, you closed her arm back up. “All clear!”

You confirmed you were done with a little finger-gun motion. Nebula looked at you, then flexed her fingers, which all responded accordingly. Her eyes snapped back up at you in disbelief, and you grinned.

“What did I tell you? I’m good at what I do.” You decided to toot your own horn just a little. But now it was time for the real test. Could her arm shift successfully? The panels and segments started to shift around and change, rounding where her hand was into a little cylinder-like structure. She twitched, and a small, blue flame sprouted from the tip. You looked up at her with wide eyes.

“You were trying to help me this whole time..?” You asked, stunned. She looked away from you, like she was checking if anyone else was near. The coast was clear.

“Guess we’re even.” Nebula said in a different tone that her previous harsh words. Your face crackled into a smile.

“Aw, thanks Neb-”

“If you let anyone one know I won’t hesitate to throw you into space myself. Understood?” She glared directly into your soul, making sure you knew she was serious. But you didn’t feel so threatened anymore. You kept smiling.

“Understood.”

#nebula x reader #fluff #oneshot #ryanwrites

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yaka-arrow · 5 months

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infectin' y'all with dumb AU ideas, don't mind me. ficlet below the cut.

“Whatcha namin’ him again?”

“Peter.” Meredith said, gently shifting the newborn in her arms. To say she was done for the day was putting it mildly. She ached everywhere, exhausted and sweaty, and more than a little terrified to take her first trip to the bathroom. At that moment, all Meredith wanted in life was to stuff her face with something hot and artery-clogging, then promptly fall asleep with her baby boy safe beside her.

Instead, she had a cantankerous blue asshole to deal with. Beside her hospital bed, Yondu frowned as he took a good look at the newly named baby. “Pee-ta?”

“Peter.” She said, with more patience than she felt. If he started any nonsense, the hospital would find themselves with a unique surgical need to remove her foot from his ass in record time. Her eyes narrowed as his frown deepened.

“I don’t like it. I keep tellin’ ya, he could always take my name—”

“Yondu Udonta, until you’ve gone and pushed a baby through your cooch, I don’t give a rat’s ass that you don’t like his name.” Meredith said sharply. “You ain’t in charge here, I am, now hush your mouth.”

Yondu’s mouth opened. Yondu’s mouth clamped shut.

Meredith gave him a stern look before easing herself back into the pillow. She ran a thumb gently over Peter’s brow, his little face still all scrunched up and red. Her baby boy, ready to face the galaxy. The stern expression melted into something softer as she said quietly, “…I want him to have something to hold on for back home.”

“I thought ya said the Eclector was home.” Yondu muttered, slumping back in his chair. “What’s a name gotta do with it?”

“…I meant Terra, Blue.” Meredith said, reaching out to cover his hand with hers. “Look, Peter’s gonna be gallivantin’ across the galaxy, same as you do every day. But he can’t have his head in the clouds if he don’t have a strong foundation.”

Her thumb rubbed lightly over his knuckles, before he flipped his hand up and wove their fingers together. Meredith smiled at the warmth radiating between their clasped hands, saying, “Got ourselves a new troublemaker here, you know that?”

“Joy. Like ya ain’t enough trouble yerself.” Yondu said with a soft snort. His hand untangled from hers, both held out for Peter. “C’mere, let me see the brat already.”

“Watch his head now, you gotta be gentle.” Meredith said, easing Peter into Yondu’s arms. “And stop callin’ him a brat.”

All that fretting turned out to be for nothing as Yondu tucked Peter close, nestled safe and sound in the crook of a solid arm. He smirked at her, earning a roll of her eyes and a soft scoff. Meredith took her chance to get comfortable, sighing when the tension faded from her sore and aching body. She would be hurting for a while yet, but the nurses swore up and down she would make a fast recovery.

That recovery would be made all the faster with some food in her belly. As if on cue, the door to the hospital room slid open, a harried Kraglin darting inside with a bag of something that smelled wonderfully greasy. The poor man was slightly blue in the face, the color high in his normally wan cheeks, sucking in a deep breath. “Ain’t…ain’t no ‘berg’ joints ‘round here, whatever they are, but I found this li’l Aakon takeout place that I reckon ya’d like.”

Meredith knew better than to laugh, smiling as he placed the bag into her lap. “Aw, Kraglin, don’t tell me you ran the whole way back.”

“Ya pushed out a whole baby, I knew ya was gonna be hungry.” He mumbled. Meredith caught him gently by the collar of his flightsuit, dragging him down to smack a kiss against his cheek and earning a furious blush.

“You’re a peach, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” She said, happily opening the containers for the food inside. Meredith cut a glance towards Yondu. “Especially this guy here.”

“Don’t start none, Quill.” Yondu warned her, kicking his boots up on her bed. Peter was content in his arms, his soft little snuffles accompanying Yondu’s growl. He grinned, hooking a large finger into Peter’s tiny fist. “S’right, ya tell yer mama.”

“So what’d ya name him?” Kraglin asked, taking up the chair on the other side of her bed.

Meredith flapped her hand at him to give her a moment, her mouth already stuffed with the greasy food. It tasted like heaven, exactly what the doctor didn’t order. As she swallowed, she managed out, “Peter.”

Kraglin looked at her, baffled as he repeated slowly, “Pee-ta? What kinda name is that?”

#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #meredith quill #yondu udonta #my art #Yondu and Krags getting involved with Peter right from the start? yes #just somethin' a li'l soft

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yellowbunnydreams · 16 days

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The Blood Runs Thicker (part 15) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~Sorry this has taken so long to come out! I've been on a mental health break and had assignments due and things. I've also meme'd the old man and I'm not entirely sorry for it.~

Tag-List; @ruh--roh-raggy @randymeeksisafinalgirl @sleepy---head @robin-the-enby @hungrhay @likoplays @slxsher-whxre @nicolezghostz @spiderlilytengu @yondus-girl @puppetstr1ings

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - ??), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama/Angst. Possessive behaviour.

You weren't sure what time it was when you woke up, feeling stiff and sore and like you'd been hit and then backed over by an SUV. Groaning as you shivered under the thin motel sheet, turning onto your side with your eyes still closed before they snapped open and you remembered that William had been on top of you when you fell asleep. Sitting up and holding the sheet to you, swallowing softly as you looked around and heart beginning to beat a little faster as you stood up to look out of the window to see if the car was still there.

It wasn't.

You swore, scrambling to find any form of clothing as the thought raced in your mind that you had been left in a bloodied hotel room where the receptionist went missing and the last call was logged to your room. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together and naturally point the finger at yourself.

Tripping over a table leg in your haste, you grabbed onto the top and hissed as the thin sheet offered little protection around your body and was most definitely a contributing trip hazard, although despite your best efforts to stop and defy gravity's grip on you, your head meets the worn out motel floor with a 'thunk' that rattled about what was functional of your panicked brain. Groaning as you lifted your head and wrapped the sheet more tightly around you, feeling the front of your face warm and wet as you tentatively reached up a hand and it came away red. Swearing at yourself under your breath as you tried to gather yourself up off the floor and hearing the door rattling in the frame.

Had it even been seconds since you hit the floor? You felt fine apart from the pain in your face and your pride. Sat on the floor like a pathetic wet cat, wrapped in a bloodied sheet as William opened the door with his shoulder. Dressed in a baggy dress-shirt and some slacks, he looked almost like a counsellor at the careers office you had gone, and then you remembered that that was exactly what he was before you had gotten dragged into the whole messy affair that was the Afton family and Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

He dropped the bag that he was carrying, rushing over to you and kneeling besides you as his large calloused hands gripped your face and inspected you for damage. You wondered where he'd gotten another pair of those glasses from, since you didn't remember them at all the day before. His thumb stroked over your cupids bow as his brow furrowed and his lip curled up into his customary snarl.

"What happened? Did somebody come in? I'll fucking kill them if somebody-" You blinked at the surprisingly possessive and protective tone to his voice, quickly shaking your head and gesturing to the slightly disrupted table.

"I-I tripped, William. Calm down, I'll be okay." Shrugging slightly and trying to calm your pounding heart from the adrenaline you had experienced at seeing the car gone from outside. Looking into his steely eyes and trying to offer him a reassuring smile.

"And why the fuck weren't you looking where you were going? Bunny you need to be careful, you're probably a bit worn down from yesterday and all the shit that came with it." He said, frowning as he easily picked up on your racing heart, seeing the concern in your eyes even as you tried to hide it.

"I..." You trailed off, looking at his intensity and unsure whether the predator before you even cared to know why you were panicked. Would he care? Understand? You didn't even realise as hot tears pricked at your eyes and caught him off guard once again. William Afton was not used to being a man who had tears shed over him, rather the tears were for his victims and their families. "I thought you were gone."

"Gone?"

"T-The car wasn't t-there and I...I was rushing to t-try and...and find you c-cause I thought...." The words were hard to push out, hiccupping as William's expression softened for once, carrying something behind his grey eyes that you might have construed on any other person as care. He wrapped his arms around you, strong and warm, reassuring as his large hands rested on your back and the back of your head, cradling you against him. His nose pressed to your head and breathing in deeply.

You smelt like blood, iron and sex and panic. Things William adored usually, but it smelt wrong in that moment. He wished he had the chance to smell you like you had appeared to him for the first time. Vanilla and fruits, something sweet about the products you used and even down to your barest being. He wanted you to smell like him from the night before. Not faintly like gasoline and agony.

"Stupid bunny, you thought I'd fuck you and leave you all alone?" He asked, cooing into your head as he felt you shrug in his grip. Sighing softly as his grip only tightened at your confirmation.

"I'm a fucking monster, but even I wouldn't do that. Plus, I hate leaving debts unpaid and you certainly are owed a substantial once since you saved my life. I ran to the store to get you some things since I noticed you had nothing packed for yourself." He explained, kissing the top of your head and allowing himself to hold you a moment longer before pulling back and giving you that usual curled lip snarl that made your own mouth curl into a smile now. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, blood-bag."

His calloused demeanour made you smile, and you nodded, wiping at your eyes with the heel of your palm before William scooped you up from the floor. Muttering under his breath as he kicked the door closed and carried you back over to the bed, placing you down on it before he grabbed the bag and opened it. Pulling out a couple items of clothing and placing them on the bed next to you, looking between you and them for a moment before nodding with himself satisfactorily.

Your eyes wandered over his choices and raised an eyebrow as he held up the first item for your inspection, blush warming your cheeks as you snatched the underwear from his hands and watched the feral but charming grin he gave you as you stripped in front of him and you could feel his appraisal as he scanned your body.

"Oh that is a view I'll never tire of....especially with you all marked up, bunny."

Your cheeks warmed up more, and you shook your head as you pulled on the jeans which were a little large on your frame and there was a soft beige turtle-neck sweater which you were honestly surprised that William managed to get ahold of considering the time of year, but you dutifully pulled it on anyway, rolling the baggy sleeves up to your elbows and sighing as you already felt warm.

"I wonder who's fault that is?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at the older man as he scanned you quickly before giving an approving nod. Pulling more clothes out of the bag and stripping off his shirt to reveal his broad, scarred and coarsely haired chest. The warmth flushing through you as you averted your eyes and his low chuckle made it all the worse.

"Now you're embarrassed to see me shirtless? After all the things we did together last night? I would be hurt if my cold, dead heart could hurt." Cocking his head and flashing a wicked grin as he pulled on a new plaid shirt then a sweater over the top, combined with his jeans and sensible shoes, he looked like a dad, or perhaps that one counsellor who didn't mind that you needed a hug when you cried your eyes out.

"Well I do believe it was technically only very select parts of you I saw."

"Hm... I suppose, but don't worry blood-bag, you'll get more chances to look." You could hear the smirk in his voice and rolled your eyes, shaking your head before pulling on the worn out shoes you'd previously worn to the pizzeria. Still coated in blood and gasoline. William wrapped his arm around your shoulders and nuzzled into your shoulder for a moment, inhaling deeply before giving a little squeeze and heading to the mini-fridge, pulling out the blood-bags that had been left in there and keeping one in his hand as he gestured towards the door. "We should get going though, as tempting as you are."

"Go where, William? Elizabeth and Mike will be crawling all over Hurricane to make sure you're gone." Crossing your arms and pouting as you walked out to the car, watching William locking the motel door and chucking the keys somewhere into the wooded area nearby, the same place that there was a freshly dead body disposed of.

"You'll see. Just get in the fucking car."

Piling dutifully into the car, you watched as William grumbled adjusting the seats properly again. Making sure that it was properly adjusted back to him as the smell of a spiced air freshener almost coated the scent of bleach. Glancing into the backseat to see the the leather cleaned up better than you could have attempted. But you guessed that William had had plenty of practise cleaning up things like blood over the time he had been alive. Not that you were sure how long that was.

The radio had been turned on, William fiddling with the dial to tune it and pausing only for a moment on a radio station as you pulled onto the highway, listening as the announcer spoke in those chipper, but somehow sombre tones.

"And in local news, a once beloved establishment was burnt down. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a now defunct children's entertainment restaurant that was subject to a series of-"

William changed the station quickly as his shoulders tensed up. Something in his expression softened, and you realised that it wasn't his usual expression of annoyance, but rather a touch of sadness. Freddy's had clearly meant something to him.

Most of the ride was silent. And it was only around mid-afternoon that William pulled into a mall parking lot that was entirely unfamiliar to you. Putting on some sunglasses from the glovebox and swapping them with his regular gold aviators as the Utah sunshine continued to beat down on everything and make it unseasonably warm.

"Does the light bother you?" The first words you'd spoken since you started driving to...somewhere. You weren't sure where you were going still, but William seemed to know at least. Watching the vampire turning his head and look at you from behind the dark plastic, watching his brows turn in and a frown form before he looked back out at the mall parking lot.

"It does at the moment, I'm still healing up Bunny. Bright sunshine gives most vampires a headache I've found." He finally answered after a moment, his large hand continuing to rest on the steering wheel as he kept his stern expression, fingers tapping like he was waiting for something.

"You've met others?"

"A long story for another time. And, I must have met one before, wouldn't I, dumb bunny." Gesturing to his extra canines and how sharp they looked at he flashed you a wicked grin before settling into a grim expression again. "Anyway, we're stopping for you. You need to stretch, keep up the circulation in your legs. Get some food, do whatever you living things still need to do."

"Has it really been that long since you were alive?" You asked incredulously, trying to imagine how old William must be to forget what it was to be alive. The vampire sat with a stern and serious expression. But you caught the slight slip of the corner of his mouth and you smacked his arm, making him chuckle and tut dissaprovingly.

"Asshole! I thought you were ancient or something!"

"Dumb bunny, I AM ancient compared to you." He smirked, making you frown and cross your arms, eyebrows raised sceptically, earning another chuckle from him.

"Okay, so how old are you?"

"That is a very personal question young lady. But I was made as I am around....1987?" He thought for a moment before nodding, chewing his lip for a moment and running his free hand over his beard briefly, scratching subtly at the still healing skin underneath.

"How old were you?"

"About thirty? You kinda stop counting after twenty-three I find."

"So what...You're old enough to be somebody's grandpa?That's...honestly I had images of you in like Victorian gear." William snorted at the statement and began to laugh, that deep rumbling laugh that made your chest tighten and a smile light up on your face that you made the not-so-old being laugh so much.

"Good God no, fuck that! I did know a guy from that time, but we are creatures of habit. Luckily, 'steampunk' and goth fashion allowed him some leeway." Shaking his head, William opened the car door and stepped out into the oppressive heat, you following suit shortly. Making sure your sleeves were rolled up properly.

"Do you think of yourself as...however old?"

"Anybody asks, I'm in my fifties. I can mention I had kids, nobody questions it and I can talk about the eighties as much as I like."

"So...fifty-four?"

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, little perverted bunny." He stuck out his long tongue at you, earning his another light smack and a chuckle as he wrapped his arm around you, holding you possessively close as you walked into the air-conditioned mall.

"I'm not a pervert!"

"Hm...You've still fucked an old man."

"And you nearly gummed me to death." You retorted, the hair on the back of your neck raising as you heard a low, deep growl in his chest under his laugh. Leaning in and kissing the top of your head affectionately, looking to all purposes like a normal couple to anybody paying you attention before he whispered dangerously in your ear.

"Careful now, you're my dumb bunny but stupidity doesn't win you a free pass on everything." Nipping your ear harshly and making you hiss as you felt the jolt of a canine biting through skin and cartilage, leaving a pearl of blood against your skin and dripping down the shell of your ear.

He kept his arm around you as you walked. Sneaking glances at you to make sure that despite your earlier tumble and now his little bite, that you weren't looking in too rough a shape. Something in his chest tightened at the thought of you being hurt like that, he wanted to bite and mark you up for certain, but he didn't want to spoil your pretty face.

He knew that where you were going would be safe, and that you would be able to get help. He would be able to get help. But for the first time in his life, William Afton genuinely considered how much it would hurt somebody else when he had to run from it all again.

Lunch was uneventful, William had taken the time to pull you into the back seat and kiss you for a little while. Calling it an apology for scaring you so much earlier, whispering sweet nothings between his lips capturing yours and his beard scratching your skin slightly. His large hand cupping your cheek and thumb stroking over your cheekbone as you sat in his lap.

Of course, he'd had to have lunch too. Although despite your protests, he had used a blood-bag and not you, but he had silenced any protests by pointing out that you'd already been fed on the previous night, and even in the best case scenario you weren't replenishing your supply THAT quickly. However he had humoured you in trying a vanilla milkshake and mixing some of the blood in, successfully hiding it as a strawberry one and realising that whilst it wasn't as good taste-wise, he did manage to get some of the flavour through.

The rest of the drive saw a little eased tension, occasionally getting William to joke and laugh with you, tutting and shaking his head as you sang along quietly to the radio or did a little dance in the passenger seat. He couldn't help the smile that filled his face as he watched you from the corner of his eye, how his expression softened as you tried to sing along to a new song even though you didn't know the words.

Or the way the gradually darkening sky cast soft orange and golden glows over your skin as the sun set and he could switch back to his usual glasses. The way your nose scrunched up when you accidentally picked up his milkshake instead of yours and took a sip. A frown began to form on his face as the sun sunk further into the horizon, his hand rubbing over his beard again nervously.

He had to remember that you were only human.

But as the darkness coated the sky, occasionally blocking the stars with the orange glow of sodium lamps along the highway and you had quietened down as you fell asleep against the seat, head facing towards him, which made him smile a little, he spotted the sign he'd both been hoping for and dreading.

Eventually, he spotted the worn out but well cared for road a few blocks before the city proper. Turning down it and feeling his undead heart beating far too quickly for his liking. Swallowing softly as he reached over and shook you gently, smiling slightly as he watched you waking up and rubbing your eyes with the heel of your palm.

"Where are we?" Your voice still laced with the last traces of sleep as you recognised that you'd turned off of the highway and onto a smaller road, peering into the darkness as you spotted a house at the end. A little like how William's was set back from the road, but without the woodlands to shelter it and this house was distinctly more modern and cared for. A well tended garden coming into view as William pulled the car into what you assumed as the end of the driveway, spotting a mini-van parked besides it and looking at the dash to see the time before he turned the car off.

"Somewhere necessary." Was the quiet reply, the vampire taking a deep breath before stepping out of the car and coming around to help you out of your side. Making sure that your sweater was adjusted and covering any marks he might have made before he locked the car and headed towards the door of the house, gesturing for you to follow him.

There were lights on inside, which was strange considering the late hour but you couldn't help but sense that something about William was tense and ready to spring. It made you nervous that the predator you had become intimately acquainted with feeling out of his element and less confident, what on Earth scared the formidable and mostly unkillable William Afton so much?

His large hand reached up and he hesitated before he knocked, looking at you briefly before seeming to make up his mind and straightening his shoulders and knocking briskly. A quick series that sounded firm, but friendly all at the same time.

Sounds of movement behind the wood snapped your attention back to the building, and you watched as the door cracked open slightly. William stiffening slightly as there was a pause before the door opened slowly and revealed the person behind it.

He was an older man. Wearing thick glasses and clearly somebody who used to be wirey and strong despite the slightly larger body he had now, sagging with age and possibly years of homemade meals by the paunch he supported. His green eyes blinking as you noticed his curly, mostly silver hair was tied back and peppered with the last remnants of what might have been black or very dark brown. His expression slack jawed and loose as he simply stared at William, seeming to not even notice your presence as William shifted uncomfortably.

"I....You...You're..." The man stammered, his voice croaking as he found it and swallowing a few times before he seemed to come to some sense and the expression of disbelief become more clear on his soft features. "William."

"It's good to see you again, old friend." William said after a moment, giving a tight, closed lip smile as you furrowed your brow. Watching the taller man swallow and shift his weight uncomfortably onto one foot before he gestured to you, drawing the older man's attention over to you finally. William calling you by your name for the first time in a while before he sucked in a deep breath and turned to you with what looked like a pained but attempting to be reassuring smile.

"This is my old friend, Mr. Henry Emily."

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this is the day

pairing : peter quill x reader

warnings : alcohol use; angst with a happy ending :p

word count : 4.7k

a/n : inspired by this is the day by the the. i love this actually. something cute :)

peter’s forgotten how to have fun. you help him remember, and suddenly he is reminded of things he pushed down a long, long time ago.

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Peter is starting to really hate space.

He’s spent his whole life out there; once, a ravager, then a lone ranger, and now in apart of a team of his own. He used to sit by the windows on Yondu’s ship and watch as the stars slowly passed them by, twinkling; he would think about how once, they had been more like drawings on the sky than real things, and now, they were places he could go. It was like magic.

It’s all grown pretty stale, if he’s being honest. Which is why he really enjoys just staying put on Knowhere, drinking until his vision goes blurry. Listening to his music and ignoring all his problems. Letting the rest of them carry the heavy weight, because Peter tried, and he couldn’t handle it. He hasn’t been out in his ship in months. Sometimes he misses it, but then he remembers that it’s the feeling he’s missing, not the actual act. There’s no way to get that feeling back.

You seem to think different. You, with your inability to accept defeat, and your voice so loud he can hear it even when his music is on full volume. You’re outside the bar, engaged in some sort of argument with who-knows-who, and it sounds like you’re losing. Peter isn’t drunk enough to not be able to stand just yet, and his curiosity gets the better of him, so he turns his music down and tries to listen for what you’re saying.

“—acting like a dick, Rocket. He hasn’t left that place all day, and he’s been doing this for weeks. I’m sure the seat has his ass imprinted into it.”

“He’s grieving. I think we should just let him be, you know? Let him get through it.”

“Everyone is grieving! You don’t see anyone else drinking themselves to death.”

Rocket doesn’t seem to have a retort to that. Peter thinks that maybe he should be hurt by the way you’re talking about him, but he knows you’re right. You usually are.

“All he needs is to be reminded of who he is. Reminded of why he does this in the first place, you know. Of why it’s fun to be alive.”

“Okay, and how would we do that? We can’t even get him out of those clothes. He’s been wearing them for two days straight.”

Peter looks down at himself. He has been wearing these clothes for two days, hasn’t he? That’s gross, he thinks. He almost smells himself before he decides against it.

He’s so distracted by the idea of his own stench that he doesn’t notice the voices have stopped, and suddenly the door swings open, sending him tumbling backwards. Peter falls on his ass, but scrambles to stand, very conscious of how disgusting everyone must think he is after overhearing such a sobering conversation.

You stare down at him, your mouth spread into a wide grin. You offer him a hand, which is not what he was expecting, but he takes it anyway.

“Go take a shower, Pete! We’re going on an adventure.” You pull him to his feet.

“What?” Peter says, and his eyebrows furrow a little at how dumbstruck he sounds. Maybe it’s the liquor. He did have a good amount before your screaming disrupted him.

“I said, we’re going out. We’re gonna have some fun, like old times.” You’re not asking him, you’re telling him, and even if he’s slightly drunk Peter knows better than to outright say no to you. He’s known you a bit longer than the rest, as he met you about a year before the whole Ronan thing. You worked together on and off, and he got to know you and your quirks—he was a different guy back then, though. He’s honestly not sure why you kept talking to him, because sometimes he thinks about the vulgar things he used to say to you and shivers in disgust. Even worse, the things he used to think about you. If he had voiced any of those thoughts he probably wouldn’t be alive right now.

“Man, I’m tired. Can’t we go another time?” he tries, attempting to let you down easy. Your smile doesn’t falter, and you slap your hand on his shoulder, probably a little harder than you meant to.

“Nope! We’re going now, today. Go home, I’ll pick you up in an hour.” The rest of the sentence goes unspoken—if you aren’t ready when I come, I will kick you in the nuts until they both explode. Peter hears it, though, despite your warm grin. You’ve always had a very pretty, innocent smile, which doesn’t really match your personality. He finds it slightly off-putting.

Peter takes his time walking home, finishing the bottle of liquor on his way there. His tolerance has gotten infuriatingly high due to his overconsumption these past weeks, but it’s still worth a try. Maybe if you show up and he’s too drunk, you won’t make him go. You’ll certainly be disappointed, but he’ll still be able to stay in.

No, that’s not really worth it. Peter really hates disappointing you. It’s different than when you’re mad, because when you’re mad at least Peter knows he is going to either be hit or berated, and that’s always over soon enough. But when you’re disappointed, it lasts. And you’re sad. He’d rather you be mad at him than sad because of something he’s done.

It occurs to him; you’ve probably been saddened, seeing him like this. And that’s what motivates him to actually shower for the first time in who knows how long, and to put on an outfit that doesn’t stink, and to wait patiently for you by his door. He closes his eyes and tries to get a moment of sleep, but soon he hears those tell-tale knocks and he stands with a sigh, opening it to see you standing there. You look excited.

“Wow, you actually did it! I’m so proud,” you exclaim, and though he’s sure you’re being sarcastic, Peter feels himself smile a little. He bites it back and pushes gently past you.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just go. Wherever it is we’re going.”

Peter lets you drive, because he doesn’t feel like it, and he also doesn’t think it’s a great idea to steer a spaceship while... impaired. When the ship leaves the planet’s atmosphere, he feels himself jolt up a bit, unfamiliar with the feeling after spending so long on the ground. The blue sky fades into darkness, littered with stars. He should think it’s beautiful, but all he can think about is how many horrible things have happened to him out here. How many horrible things he’s done.

“You’re gonna love this, I promise. Total blast from the past,” you reassure, noticing how his face has fallen ever so slightly. Peter ignores you and sighs instead, reaching into his pocket to slide a cassette tape into the stereo. At least if he’s forced to be out here, he can have his music.

He’s not prepared to hear what plays. It’s a classic, for sure. It’s a great song. But he can’t hear without thinking about her, and that’s really not what he wants to be doing right now. He still remember exactly what Gamora looked like, staring up at him with glittering eyes, hearing this song for the first time. He was the one who introduced her to music. That’s basically a soul bond. The thought makes him slump into his seat.

“This is a good one,” you say, swaying from side to side to the melody, oblivious to Peter’s grief. “A little slow, though. You should change it to something more upbeat.”

“Yeah,” Peter whispers, and you turn to him with slightly worried eyes. But he changes the song without saying anything else, and the rest of the ride you both stay quiet.

Peter closes his eyes about halfway through, and when he opens them up again you’ve landed somewhere he recognizes. Of course, he thinks, of course you would bring him here. This is definitely a blast from the past, you got that right.

“Come on, let’s go! It’s about to be prime-time, so there’s probably a happy hour deal somewhere.” You’re already up, putting on a brown leather jacket and walking toward the ship’s door, where a platform is lowering toward the ground. Peter doesn’t know how he feels about being here. Sure, he has a lot of great memories about this place. Most with you, if not all. But something about it makes him feel old and decaying, like those good days are the best he will ever have, and from there it’ll just continue going down.

“Alright, alright. But I don’t wanna stay out for that long.” Peter groans as he stands, stretching for a moment before he follows after you. You seem very happy, or at least, you’re trying to be. For him. That’s the only reason he’s still here, honestly. He knows you just want to make him happy.

The two of you walk out of the ship and down the bustling street, which is already pretty packed. Girls with antennae and guys with gills flirt on the corners, blobs that are vaguely person-shaped slide down the sidewalk in groups, making weird noises that someone smarter than him might be able to discern as speech. This place is just as strange and slightly decrepit as before.

“What do you say, should we just hit up Blue Diamond? I’m sure it’s still open,” you offer, an odd sort of pep in your step. You’re not usually this bubbly. Peter sort of enjoys it.

“I guess, yeah. I’ll just go wherever you wanna go.”

You sigh, and pause for a moment, turning to face him. Your hands fall on his shoulders and you look up at him, trying to stare into his eyes hard enough that he’ll really hear you.

“If you act miserable, you’re gonna be miserable. Try not to be such a downer, okay? Try to have some fun, even if it’s only for right now.” You’ve not been so sincere with him in a long time, and it’s a bit startling. Your eyebrows are raised and you look a little vulnerable, and Peter is starting to feel very, very badly about the way he’s been treating you recently. So, he manages a smile.

“Alright, well since this night is for me, I should get to pick where we go.” His smile grows a little, because yours does too.

“Makes sense to me. Lead the way!”

Peter ends up taking you to Blue Diamond, mostly because he remembers they have a drink there that is strong, and still tasty. Plus, if the same bartender is still working there, he might be able to charm his way into a free drink. She always had a thing for him, you could both tell. You used to laugh about the way she made goggly eyes at Peter when he wasn’t looking.

It’s not the same bartender. It’s actually this weirdly handsome guy who is built like Drax if Drax was a little less bulky. Peter told him once that he needed to get rid of his no-neck, but then Drax told him he needed to get rid of his beer belly, so he stopped.

“It hasn’t changed at all, has it?” you say, standing by his side. You’re right, it hasn’t. Same dim blue lighting, same metal barstools, same ratty old booths. Except, now they have table where people are playing something akin to beer pong, but instead of their hands they’re using these weird, mini tennis rackets. Strange, but Peter’s seen much stranger. Actually, it looks kinda fun.

You start for the bar before he does, strolling past a photo of the bar’s owner on the wall. He must’ve passed, Peter thinks, and that gives him that same sort of painful, existential feeling. He can remember talking to the guy like it was yesterday, and now he’s just gone. He wonders if he felt fulfilled when he died.

Peter takes a seat next to you at the bar, and you wave the bartender down, ordering two drinks that he doesn’t catch the name of. The bartender eyes you in a way that Peter doesn’t really like. It reminds him a lot of the way he used to stare at you when you would go here together, and that makes him feel gross, because if the bartender is thinking the same things he had been in those moments, he probably deserves a slap across the face.

You did slap him across the face, once. Peter remembers exactly what it was about, but neither of you have ever brought it up again, so he chooses to pretend it didn’t happen.

“So, what about this is going to suddenly make me realize that life is fun?” Peter starts, swiveling in his seat so that his body faces yours. You roll your eyes, as this confirms for you that he was listening to your conversation with Rocket.

“I just. I wanna remind you of what it feels like to be happy, you know? You deserve it, Pete. I’m serious.”

He did not expect that answer. “Why are you being so... sweet, lately? You’re being very nice to me and it makes me think you’re up to something.”

You laugh a little, and Peter realizes how long it’s been since he’s heard that; your giggle, which is probably the most perfect-sitcom laugh he’s ever heard in his life. You gaze at his face for a moment before you shrug, and pin your attention somewhere else before you bring your eyes back. There’s something else there now, something realer than before.

“I don’t know. I care about you, a lot. And it feels like you’re letting everything suffocate you. Whatever happened to the Peter that fought back?” You shove him playfully, and he smiles a little sadly at your words. “The Peter that didn’t let anyone tell him that he wasn’t worth it. That was you, it still is. But now it’s you telling yourself that you can’t do it. So I just thought maybe it would help if someone told you that you can.”

Peter doesn’t know what to say. He feels like he might cry, so instead of steeping in the moment he turns back to the bar and sees the guy coming back with your drinks. Perfect goddamn timing.

He downs the first one mere seconds after it’s placed in front of him. The drunkenness he had experienced before you left had turned to lethargy, but now it’s back with a vengeance. The alcohol is quickly in his veins, making him warm, his cheeks a little red. He takes off his coat and drapes it over the back o the stool. If he’s gonna be there, he might as well try to get into it.

Peter orders another once you’ve finished yours, which is not too far after him. You’ve always been a bit of a heavyweight, so you seem mostly sober, but that’ll change quickly. After two more, you’re giggling and leaning on his shoulder, your cheeks tinted pink and your words loose and stumbling together.

“Remember that time we ran into that weird guy here? The one with the horns?” you say, through bouts of laughter. Peter looks down at you and he smiles. He does remember.

“Yeah, I remember how I had to beat his ass. That guy was a fuckin’ pervert.”

You giggle again, hiding your face in his side. Without thinking, Peter wraps his arm around you, and his hand is flat against the curve of your back. Your skin is warm.

“I always thought that was so cute, how you fought for me. So chivalrous,” you confess, your words slightly muffled by his shirt. Peter feels an oddly familiar feeling rise from his stomach to his chest before he swallows it down with a laugh.

“I’ve always been a gentleman, what can I say?” Peter knows that is so false, and so do you, because you shoot up laughing so hard he’s sure tears will spring from your eyes any moment now. You’ve always been so pretty when you laugh, not for any really specific reason, but mostly just because he likes it when you’re yourself. You put up this really tough front a lot, but Peter likes to think he knows you better than anyone. That’s not who you really are. This is who you really are.

“Don’t talk nonsense, Pete. I haven’t forgotten that night.”

And just like that, the entire illusion comes crashing down, and Peter feels the warmth in his chest rise to his cheeks and ears. He’s sure they’re bright red, and this is confirmed when you gently take the edge of one between your fingertips, giggling and teasing him about how embarrassed he’s gotten. He grumbles, pushing your hand away. Your touch sends goosebumps down his neck.

“Come on, don’t bring that up. You know I hate myself for that.” Peter shakes his head and finishes off the remnants of his third drink. It goes down easy and he decides he should probably take a break before ordering another.

You lean your elbow on the bar, your cheek in the palm of your hand. You study him with soft, playful eyes, your smile nostalgic, as if you’re remembering something fondly. Peter thinks you must not be talking about the same thing, because if you were, you wouldn’t be thinking of anything fondly. He can still feel the sting of your hand on his cheek. It ached for a day afterward, and he felt so guilty that he didn’t even ice it. He wanted to feel the pain, a reminder that he should never ever even think about doing something like that again.

And then you speak. “I wasn’t really that mad at you, you know.”

Peter’s mouth parts in surprise. “What?! You fucking backhanded me, man. And I totally deserved it, I’m not complaining, I’m just—what?”

You inhale deeply, and turn away from him, toward the bartender, who has been checking you out even less shamefully since you’ve shed your jacket. You order another drink, which Peter thinks is not a great idea, but who is he to tell you to stop? He’s been doing the same thing for weeks, and he didn’t listen to anyone. It’s not really his place. He only wonders why your reaction to his outburst was more drinks, and not to explain. It makes him feel like there is something you don’t want to tell him.

“I mean, I wasn’t mad for the reason you thought I was. And you’re right, you definitely did deserve that. Even if I felt a little bad about it after,” you finally say, facing him once more. The lighting washes you in blue and makes Peter think of a siren, calling him to his demise from the ocean. He leans closer.

“What... what do you mean?” he asks, timidly. Peter is still very much drunk and he’s struggling to focus. Your eyes get brighter the closer he gets. Your skin looks very soft and he notices a necklace he didn’t before. Mantis must’ve brought it for you on her latest escapade. It’s beautiful.

You stare back at him, and suddenly you giggle softly. “It’s nothing. Just forget it.”

Peter doesn’t want to forget it. But he knows you, and he knows that pushing you too far always results in you pushing back.

The two of you drink, and drink, and drink a little more. You play that weird tennis-beer-pong game and he wins, but not by much. A song you really like comes on and you dance. He watches you from a booth, oddly entranced, before you force him up. You dance awkwardly together around the room, jumping and shimmying, probably off tempo. Peter doesn’t realize it until it’s time to leave, but he hasn’t felt that strange painful nostalgia in at least two hours. That’s a new record.

“Let’s not go back just yet,” you say, your eyes lidded and your words slurring ever so slightly. “I needa walk some of this off before I get back behind the wheel.”

The wheel? That’s not happening. “Nah, we should just sleep on the ship here, and go back tomorrow. I don’t wanna die yet.”

You laugh, and lean into him, interlocking your arms as you start to walk. Your head is heavy on his shoulder, and he keeps tripping over your feet, but he wouldn’t dare ask you to move. He doesn’t want you to. He thinks about how good it feels to be close to someone, and realizes that he missed that, probably most of all.

“Peter,” you start, your voice slightly breathy. You must be very tired. It’s later than he expected to it be and he knows you haven’t drunken like that in a while. Peter likes the way you say his name. “I missed you so much.”

Your words make his heart break. “I know. I missed me too.”

Quiet. The street is nowhere near as bustling anymore; just a few losers sitting passed out on the ground, a group of drunk younger people skipping down the street, a homeless woman petting a stray dog. Peter can hear the sound of his own breathing, steady and slow. Relaxed.

“You didn’t miss me?” Peter can tell you’re teasing, but he can also sense a hint of truth behind your words. His chest aches.

“Of course I did. Of course.” His voice is soft and quiet.

Silence, again. Then, your hand slowly slithers down his arm, and you timidly lace your fingers with his. Peter squeezes. Your hand is cold, despite the rest of your body running hot with liquor.

“Peter?” you say yet again, lifting your head so that you can look at him. Your smile is gone, and your eyebrows are slightly upturned. You look so vulnerable, and again it makes his stomach turn. He wants to hold you in his arms and tell you over and over that he’s sorry, he’s sorry for things he’s done to you, things he hasn’t done, for the way he’s treated you.

“Yeah?” he whispers, instead.

“I wasn’t mad at you because you kissed me. I was mad because I knew you didn’t mean it. Not in the way I wanted you to, anyhow.”

Peter feels like his organs have turned inside out.

His hand goes limp in yours and you take that as a sign that he doesn’t want to hold it anymore, so you let go, your arm falling to your side in defeat. You turn away, and you cross your arms over your chest, almost hugging yourself. You’re always protecting yourself from being hurt, physically, emotionally—he hates that it’s him you are hiding from, this time.

But despite all that, Peter stays silent. He doesn’t know what to say. All the repressed feelings he has for you suddenly threaten to swim up to his throat and he massages his chest, trying to keep them down. You take a deep breath and it sounds watery. You’re still walking, but you’ve slowed just the slightest bit. He slows to be next to you.

“Hey,” he finally says, craning his head, trying to catch your face. Peter swears he can see tears and his hands start to shake. “Hey, look at me. Please.”

You sniffle, and stop walking. You’re clutching yourself really tight, like you’re trying to hold yourself together. Peter’s never seen you like this, and it fills him with this heavy shame; it’s him, that’s made you this way. Him that has reduced you to this. Never in his life has he ever wished anything but good things for you, but here he is, something bad. Something that hurts.

But you look at him. You’re crying, but you still look at him.

You stare at each other in silence for a few moments before you scoff, and avert eye contact. “Well? Say something. Don’t just gawk at me like I’m a zoo attraction.”

Peter swallows hard. “I... I did mean it.”

Something heavy hangs in the air, like the sky right before downpour. You look into his eyes again and your eyebrows suddenly furrow.

“Oh, fuck you, Peter!” Your sudden volume makes Peter flinch, but you keep going. “You are such an asshole. You strung me along for so long. Giving me hope that maybe you felt the same, just to turn around and flaunt another one of your conquests in my face. If you really mean it, you didn’t do a good job of showing that.”

You’re crying hard now, unable to make it through your words without pausing for a small sob. The sight makes Peter reach out for you involuntarily, and he feels his face fall when you recoil from his touch, staring at him like he’s the worst thing to ever happen to you, like he’s the bane of your existence. But then that fades away and you’re just sad, and you’re suddenly looking at him like you love him, and you’d do anything for him, and Peter wants to cry too.

“I swear, I didn’t know,” Peter tries, his voice still quiet. He swallows a tremor. “I thought... I didn’t think you’d ever feel that way. About me.”

You try to glare at him, but your eyes are glistening in the streetlamp’s glow and you look like a fucking angel.

Peter takes a step forward. “I felt that way about you. I... I feel that way about you. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

You don’t move away, but you don’t say anything. You’re still hugging yourself, trying to fold away from his gaze. Peter feels fear bubbling in his chest the longer you remain silent and he can no longer fight the tears that are prickling at the corners of his eyes.

“Please, say something,” he begs, close enough now to touch you. “Please. I can’t... I can’t lose you too.” Peter’s voice cracks and he reaches up slowly to put his arms on yours, trying to drag them from their positions clutching your sides. You let him, and he lets out a small sigh of relief. He holds your hands in his, which are trembling ever so slightly.

Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s still in him, but he swears he can see you about to smile. And then it becomes real, and a soft, beautiful smile spreads across your face, and it’s like the sun is rising.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Peter says, before he can stop himself. And just like that, your lips are on his, your hands on his face, holding it gently between your palms. Peter blinks once, unsure this is really happening, before he feels himself melting from the inside out. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, kissing you like they do in those old films, passionate and loving, like it’s the last thing he’s ever gonna do that matters.

It’s you that pulls away, even though Peter chases after you. You’re still crying, but you’re also still smiling. Peter thinks that he would kill someone just to see you smile like this.

“Let’s keep walking. The night is still pretty young,” you finally say, quiet, like you’re telling him a secret. Peter watches your face for a moment before he mirrors your grin, and wraps his arm tight around your shoulder. You’re right, the night is young. And he has a lot of lost time to make up for, a lot of things to say and do that he has wanted to for so long, and now he finally can.

You walk together, still tripping over one another, still giggling like drunken idiots. And when you reach the ship, you stumble inside, and collapse onto the floor with a heavy, tired sigh. Peter lies down next to you and you cuddle into his side.

“Did it work?”

Peter hums, unsure what you mean, but then he remembers. He strokes your head and closes his eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the liquor beginning to creep up on him.

“I think so.”

You rest your hand on his chest. “You’re worth it, Pete. You are.”

And though someone can say something like that and you can not believe it, Peter believes it, for the first time in so long. He is worth it. Maybe not worth you, just yet. But he can fight for that, he can learn. He can be the person that you deserve. He will be.

That night, Peter dreams of the stars.

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slasherslave44 · 10 months

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Our love will never grow old.

Summary: you and rocket have been together for four years now. He decides to spend sometime with you after almost dying.

warning: cussing , some drinking , spelling errors , fluff , Non-canon

Pairing: Rocket x GN!reader

You were doing some chores around your house. You know like cleaning , organizing , staring at a wall. You decided to do some work after. You were helping rocket with plans for the schools and such for the kids. The kids look up to you as a mother. They even call you mother in their language. You loved those kids dearly and they loved you.

You start some 2000s music since that was your shit. You laid the plans out and a note book , poured a glass of scotch and got to work. A hour later the song Umbrella by Rihanna comes on and somehow you began to think about how you and rocket met. You both met in prison, you got in for stealing some crystals to power a weapon you had made. You never knew how rocket got in he never told you.

You two ended up as cell mates and boy did you guys argue at first. Well more of he yelled and pissed him off more because you kept calm , you never yelled back and you just made snarky comment the whole time just to piss him off more. You were use to this because you apart of the avengers for sometime and became like daughter to Tony, so much so he adopted you because why not. After a while you were laying on the top bunk one night and just started talking to rocket. You told him you knew he came from the High Evolutionary and that you went there to. You were a study to them, they found out you couldnt die . They wanted to see how many thing you could survive and boy was it alot. You knew Lylla as soon as she was made. You had comforted her that night and made her feel better. You were only six at the time. Now you had told Lylla that she should pick a name and I gave her a couple names. She had picked Lylla and you always thought it was a gorgeous name. You eventually got tooken away once they found out how dangerous you actually were.

SInce then you and rocket became good friends and evetually became apart of the guardians. You guys didnt get together until you guys got kidnapped by the ravengers. You knew them to after being one of them for 4 years. It was after you left terran after being an avenger for 10 years. Yondu was like your space dad and quill was like your big brother. You and rocket have been through a roller coaster of emotions since then.

Suddenly avril lavgine came on and you began to think of when you almost lost rocket. You were so scared. You wouldnt leave his side until you all had to go save rockets life. You had stayed with him when quill and nebula went to go to the High Evolutionarys headquarters on counter earth. When you almost lost him your whole being changed in a second. It made you realise how much rocket has impacted your life.

You were pulled from your thoughts when your door opened. You turned to see your loving racoon. You smiled at him. " Hi love, what are you doing here so early? you normally come at night." He smiled alittle sighing. "Can a guy not take break erey once in a while?" You just playfully rolled your eyes and continue to work on the plans. " whatever you say."

He looked at you for a min and you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. You turn back to look at him, making direct eye contact. " Rocket are you ok ? youre acting alittle weird." He sighed " ya im alright, just alittle out a it , I did just almost die a few weeks ago." You hummed not believing him. You didnt like to push too much knowing he will get mad. But you felt like prodding so you did. " Fair but I know thats not it. Now come on rocket you can tell me. I wont make fun of you I swear."

He sighed dropping his head alittle. He knows better than to try and ignore you when youre like this. " I just mmss you mk." You stared at him. "you what?" He sighed " I jus' missed you mk" you smiled at him. " aww rocket I missed you too" you could see his lips curl alittle.

Its not often rocket is like this. You decided to enjoy this moment. You got up and walked over to him. He didnt move which was a good sign. You kissed the top of his head and hugged him. You prepared for him to try and back away but he didnt. Instead he leaned into your touch and nuzzled his head into your neck. You smiled as you held him closer. You backed away and put your hands on his face. He nuzzled his head into your hand. You giggled alittle at his action. After a while of this he closed the space between you with a kiss, in which you happily returned.

"I love you y/n." he said gazing into your eyes. You smiled even more" I love you too rocket." You both went and laid on the couch holding eachother until you both fell asleep.

It wasnt often that these moments happen but when they do , its glorious.

#rocket x reader #rocket x you #x reader #gotg v3 #gotg vol 2

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 2 years

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Being Star Lord’s daughter

Pairings: Star Lord x daughter!reader

Requested by: @callmescott777 Hello there! Sorry to bother you but I just saw that you write for the Guardians of the Galaxy, and I was wondering if you could write something like “Being Starlords Daughter ” headcanons. I was wanting to see how he’d be as a dad and how the guardians/yondo would be with her. (Something kinda similar to what you did with “Being Logan’s daughter”) Have a nice rest of your day!! :]

Warnings: mention of character death, mention of injuries, mention off weapons, mention of depression

A/N OMG, thanks for the request personally I love Star Lord as a character and love gotg and I really enjoyed writing this. I do really hope you like this, I wrote it as soon as I saw it, which was like 6 in the morning right after I woke up :)

I might add something later to this but for now I won’t if I don’t come up with something that really needs to be in it

so sorry if something doesn’t really seem right, will go through all of this later when I’m not so tired <3

Okay so he’s not the most serious father, like have you seen how he acts a lot of times, (not serious) but that might be the fact that he hide everything behind humor. But still he’s not the most serious father. Don’t get me wrong though he can be serious if he needs too, when it comes to you

As his mother died I believe that Peter is rather protective, he doesn’t want to lose someone again, especially not a family member

Stealing his jet boot attachments and playing around with them — leading to you getting hurt and an angry dad who’s patching you up

He won’t admit it but he was a bit proud after you stole your first thing (Yondu and Rocket were really proud and showed it too)

On the note of stealing you took his guns on various of occasion — your father isn’t too happy about that either

As well as stealing things with Rocket — you once stole Bucky’s arm, though you had to give it back eventually to him — thank your father for that

When you were little you used to take his jackets and walk around in Milano while the Jacket was on you — the jacket swallowed your whole body and it dragged behind you — though your father couldn’t be too mad about as he thought it adorable — he does have a picture of it

Cuddles with your father whenever you can’t sleep

He gave you your own jacket which you adore (it looks like his jacket) you have both a short and a long one (a coat) and you love both equally

Bedtime stories included those few earth bedtime stories that he still remembered or got the book of, otherwise he just came up with something on the spot

Having the same taste in music

So you always steal his Walkman and headphones

Not going to school but being kinda homeschooled by your family

As a teenager you rebelled a lot just to annoy your father, he always forgave you for whatever you do, except that one time you accidentally made a hole in Milano

When you drank for the first time everyone was a bit mad because you had snuck out to do it, you weren’t shit-faced-drunk just a bit tipsy and you accidentally fell asleep on the floor

If you two want a tattoo you would definitely have matching ones, which showed how close you are

Gamora would be the one to teach you how to fight, with or without Peter’s permission, while your dad taught you how to shoot with guns and fly with his jet boots attachments

Rocket would teach you about explosives

Yondu proably taught you how to steal things

However when it came to being taught to fly Milano you didn’t want anyone other than you dad to teach you

I feel like Gamora would easily fall into the line of a mother, we all know how she is like a mother to baby groot (while the others are like fathers/uncles) so I do truly believe that she’d fall in the mother category, or like a badass aunt (mostly mother as she’s in a relationship with Peter)

Gamora is the responsible adult of the group, always making sure you actually take care of yourself (as Peter isn’t too good at it)

Rocket would be like the cool irresponsible uncle or brother, mostly uncle.

Rocket would always get you into stealing things with him, you know when he stole this batteries (forgot their actual name will look it up later) in the first scenes of the second gotg movie, well you helped steal those — your father wasn’t too much of a fan about that

You are the only one actually allowed to pet him (when you were litte that was) because you always thought his fur was soft and you enjoyed petting him, he would never admit it but it is kinda relaxing whenever you pet him on the head, however he hated it every time you dragged his tail when you were a child

Groot would definitely be like a brother, especially after the first guardian of the galaxy movie, you know when he’s baby groot and teenage groot.

You and Groot would often play video games together, not stopping even when your father tells you to stop playing for a moment

Groot gifts you flowers whenever you are sad, which always cheers you up a bit

Drax is definitely an uncle. Though sometimes he acts like a father, after all he did once have a daughter

He once tried to teach you how to be invisible, I can say it never worked

Yondu is the badass cool uncle everyone wants (damn you have a lot of uncles),

when you were a kid Yondu used to make his arrow go around in your room creating different shapes to get you to sleep

He’d never admit it but he does love you, and if anything happened to you he’d kill whoever hurt you (if it isn’t one of the guardians bc he knew you’d never forgive him for that)

On the matter of people getting hurt, your dad would do anything to stop you from hurting (except to kill you if you hurt from dying, he’d never be able to do that) he’d kill anyone that gave you an injury

If anyone nearly kills you they get an instant death

Boyfriend/Girlfriends or whatever you want is okay for your dad, he knows he can’t stop you but he does have the rule that as soon as they hurt you or tries something you don’t want to do, you need to go and tell him so that he can help you get away from them (without causing too many enemies, might end with one or two persons killed but oh well)

On that note he doesn’t care what your sexuality is, after all he is bisexual himself

But don’t get me wrong about his overprotective mess you are the same way towards him. When he met his father Ego you were as skeptic as him to begin with and it continued throughout the whole visit, after all your grandfather left your fathers family before why should he come back now if all times?

Your grandfather tried to get you over to his side as well, you did have some of that power in which Peter also had but he only wanted you on his side because he knew that would turn Peter over to his side, however it didn’t go to well you only hated him more because he wanted to use you to gain your fathers trust

Thinking Peter died at the end of the second gotg was the worst thing possible

But hearing that Yondu died broke your heart, he was one of the people you had grown up with and he was your cool badass uncle/grandfather, you never “replaced” him that’s for sure

Gamora’s death broke you even more than Yondu’s death, you lost a mother that day and you could never replace that, it wasn’t the same after that and it seemed a lot more dull in life, you went into slight depressive episode from time to time afterwards

Meeting Nebula for the first time involved a lot of drama

Meeting Thor was a lot of drama as well

Being friends with Peter Parker

Being friends with Shuri who helped you build your own jet boots (your father was slightly jealous as your are better than his)

You didn’t get dusted so when your father came back you were older and he was really sad that he missed five terrible years of your life, because she knew it would of been better if he was with you

Helping take the power stone together with Nebula and Rhodey included laughing at your fathers dance

Being so happy you nearly exploded when your family came back from the blip, you had your father back, and all your uncles/aunts/brothers

Overall you are a family made up of a bunch of idiots a-holes to say it by the first movies words

+ if you ever doubt yourself your father will always make sure you know he’s there and he will always say some inspiring words — kinda like on the gif at the beginning of this fic.

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ellestra · 1 year

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Always be my sister

It seems for many people Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.2 is the inferior movie. The worst of the bunch (not as bad as second instalments of Iron Man and Thor but still not up to par) but for me it was my favourite until now. It’s the way it allows the character to look back at their lives and see there were good things in their past not only bad. Makes them appreciate what they already had not only long for what they wish they had. In all the damage that made their past there ware some genuine connections even if they were so small and fragile in swamped by the hurt. And they let them grow. And it happened for Peter and Yondu. For Rocket and the team (although we only can fully understand how important that was until now in Vol.3). But for me the one that really resonated was the one between Gamora and Nebula because it seemed so hopeless.

At least we see Yondu actually want to make up to Peter in Vol.2. Nebula seems to be driven only by hate – she preferred to cut off her own hand than take Gamora’s and responds to kindness with only more aggression. Until she wins.

Gamora’s own damage made her never allow herself to be vulnerable as a way to defend herself. She learns to allow it slowly with Peter. And the little slip with Nebula is what brings her sister form the brink because that’s what Nebula really needed to show her own. It shows Gamora that vulnerability doesn’t lead only to being used by others. And it allows Nebula to slowly allow others get close without expectation it will always hurt. And it allows both of them to develop a real sisterhood and it’s beautiful. But it’s also heartbreaking because Thanos uses it against them and Gamora dies as a result. And Nebula carries this guilt with her.

But that connection, that little thread they found in their horrible past in GotG Vol.2 is what allows Nebula to save another Gamora in Endgame. To give her sister another chance at life and happiness. Nebula is willing to be there for her sister but knows she need time on her own to deal with the fallout just like Nebula needed it after the battle with Ego. New Gamora’s Thanos made scars are too fresh and Nebula understands because just a few years ago their roles were reversed and she couldn’t stay with the Guardians either. But both then and now they will be there for each other when needed.

The Gamora who was family to the Guardians of the Galaxy is gone. The memories of their years together belonged to another person and she cannot be that person. The lessons that Gamora learnt, the connections she made and the love she held belonged only to her. This new version hasn’t lived through that and never let her guards down or became a hero. She isn’t there yet. But she did find her own found family with Ravagers. She still has people who love her and make her a better person and let her heal after Thanos. It’s just not the same people. It’s not the Guardians. They are just too way ahead of her in that whole redemption arc. But she is still loved.

But she is still sister to Nebula. Look, they even wear spacesuits in each other colors. They never stop calling each other sister. Nebula has been in contact with Gamora this whole time because they are still connected by their shared history. And this is loyalty above all else so even though it clearly pains Nebula to see Peter drink himself unconscious because he’s missing his Gamora she doesn’t tell him. She knows it’s unfair to make Gamora carry the responsibility of healing the pain of a guy she barely met. She can never be the woman he misses anyway. Nebula doesn't tell the others because she understands Gamora is not responsible for solving their grief and that she has to sort her own post-Thanos feelings. She gives her sister what other Gamora gave her after part 2 - space to find out who she is. Nebula owes it to the sister who died to give this life to help Gamora’s variant get a chance of finding her own happiness unburdened by expectations of others. She owes it to her to always put her sister’s best interest first.

Nebula only brings them together for Rocket because she needs to help the friend who got her through the years of losing her sister and everyone else. Because Rocket is Nebula’s family too and she needs them all to save him and that means she heeds her sister too. But even then she makes sure to curate the interactions between her two families. She stops Quill when he gets too needy. She stops Gamora when she gets too aggressive. Nebula learnt to love them all and she needs them all to help Rocket and maybe understand each other better along the way. And they do. In the end Gamora sees why these losers became family to her other variant and her sister. She got a bit of taste of how it was to be thieves and the big, damn heroes together and learnt that they are not that bad after all. And Peter accepts that this Gamora will never be the woman he knew. That she is her own person. And he learns to listen to his own sister. She too only has his best interests in mind.

The history cannot repeat. This is just closure. They rest of Guardians and this Gamora are still strangers to each other. They are not this Gamora’s family. They are Nebula’s family. She really become all her first sister wanted to be and even the new variant can see it. But they are all connected because Nebula is still family to them all. It’s just that this Gamora and Nebula each have their own found families. They can hang out with each other’s from time to time but they longer share one.

But they still share all the years under Thanos and the connection they made with the sibling they hated the least and while saving each other during Endgame. They will still always be there for each other. Gamora knows it too and she sticks for the High Evolutionary ship rescue because she wants to save her sister. She goes with her to save the kids and becomes a hero because they always have each other’s backs. They will always be sisters.

Look at them growl at each other before each rejoins their chosen family. Their story went full circle and it’s sad but it’s also beautiful and they’ll always have their sisterhood.

#guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy 3 #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy spoilers #gotg #gotg3 #gotg vol 3 #gotg spoilers #gotg3 spoilers #nebula #gamora #gotg nebula #nebula gotg #peter quill #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy 2 #gotg2 #gotg vol 2

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lazlolullaby · 1 year

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Starmora is still canon, stop sinking your own ship

I'm not sure why people are mad or sad about the way Gunn "ended" the Starmora relationship? It's not over, it just went through a natural resting point after all of the stuff that happened in the plot???

Because even if the characters don't share a screen anymore, that doesn't mean it's over. That doesn't mean that love can't happen twice. Gunn has laid the groundwork - you can see it if you're looking at the characters.

Gamora has always been subtle. but she commits. She puts her whole traumatized heart into something if she believes that it's the right thing. She was raised by Freaking Thanos - she was (kinda) fine with him killing half the population but when Ronan wanted All of Xandar killed she Bolted. Betrayed Ronan and by proxy Thanos and Nebula.

After Endgame, she knows how to reach the Guardians if she wanted to. Heck, she's been talking with Nebula who respects that enough to only bring her on a mission that could kill a Guardian and end their found family.

About 75% of Gamora's lines are her denying that she's the same person. She's clearly pissed as hell that Peter is trying to "bring her back" when it's clear to her that she's fine without the Guardians.

At the end of the movie, if she wanted to be on the same team as Peter, she would have stayed on Knowhere. If she never wanted to see Peter again, she wouldn't have said anything.

By saying "I bet we were fun" its a signal to both Peter AND the audience that she is fine to stay in contact. That she acknowledges that her love with Peter could happen again.

As for Peter...

Peter loves HARD. He's never been subtle about it. He's never been subtle about feelings; happy, sad, angry, romantic - he boosts them up and uses them as a distraction, makes others think he's not sharp as an arrow.

He values Gamora's choices. We see him flirting at Knowhere, she pulls a knife on him and he doesn't directly flirt again for a while. You see that in Vol 2 when he's patient about her having feelings. He SHOT HER in Infinity War because she told him to. She's dead but she knows - she knows that's love.

We know he respects her choices in all situations...except in Vol 3. He's more childish and clingy especially compared to the other Guardians - they don't try as hard as Peter does to get her back. I feel like this is justified; he's already heavily traumatized from Infinity War and as acknowledged in the movie(!) Peter is dependent on Gamora in a way that the other Guardians aren't.

And with Vol 3, he's lost that part of him. He just wants "his Gamora" back. And it's cringy and sad and messed up.

You can parallel it to Thanos, who just saw "his little one", a daughter he trained to be a weapon and didn't acknowledge as a person. You can parallel it to the High Evolutionary, who wants his creations "perfect" and only sees Rocket as a failure that needs to be utterly destroyed.

(yeah it's a theme, its kickass writing, it's *chefs kiss* thank you mr. Gunn for tying this all up with a big fancy bow)

Peter is stronger than both of them. Able to move past what he thinks he needs and see Gamora as she is now instead of as he wants her to be.

"Like you wouldn't believe." He finally has something in his past that is complicated but at the end of the day, he can smile about it. An ending he can be at peace with.

Both of them know that they are not the same people that met on Xandar outside the pawn broker's shop. Fighting over their ticket out from under Yondu and Thanos.

But they know they could be good to each other again. It's just going to take some time apart.

#Starmora #gamora #Peter quill #star lord #Gotg vol 3 #gotg vol 3 spoilers #gotg 3 spoilers #Spoilers #lazlo's lulls #Ok you can call me Peter Quill for this post because I freaking love Gamora #also gotg 3 was peter quill at his worst his technically darkest #and he still was giving Gamora a choice to stay #but goddamn Gamora's line about what is wrong with yourself that I need to be someone else? HURTS #if more people thought of relationships that way - or checked in with that view every so often #dude there's a lot of healing and changing to be had if that happened #thanks mr gunn for the blorbos i'll take good care of them #and guys if you really want to write happy starmora without as much baggage #there's always exploring the 4 year gap inbetween vol 2 and Infinity War

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Night Out

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A night out with the Ravagers ends up back at the ship in the Captain’s quarters

Self indulgent smut, PWP, the usual mess I write. Lots of swearing.

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“It’s a brothel”

“It’s a brothel WITH a bar”

“I brushed my hair and washed my clothes to come to…a brothel”

Kraglin laughs and smacks you hard on the back. “Well what did ya expect when the Capt’n said the boys need ta relax”

“Whatever, at least I can get a fuckin’ drink here” you reply with a grimace.

“We’re gettin’ a table with the Capt’n, want ta join?” He asks

“Hell no, I don’t want to know whoever’s desperate enough to pay to fuck a robot. Y’all are gross and I’m going to sit at the bar” Kraglin shoves you and you flip him off as you walk away.

Settling yourself in a bar seat facing the mirrors you can almost forget where you are. The bartender is definitely not human, but is able to suggest several drinks that won’t damage you too bad. Sipping on the first one you feel a large presence settle onto the stool next to you.

“What’s a snack like you doin’ sitting alone down here? I could rent a room upstairs and show you the time of your life”

You look over and see the man sitting next to you is obviously from the same planet as the doctor who treated you. He looks like Shrek.

“Wow, you’re so fuckin’ ugly even the robots must have said no. Fuck off.”

He gapes at you, mutters “bitch” and staggers away. “Don’t forget it asshole” you shout at his retreating back.

——-

Yondu watches the whole exchange. He tensed when the man approached you, and relaxed when he wandered away.

Why the hell am I gettin’ like this, he thinks. She’s hot as hell, yeah, but she ain’t interested in me. She’s reminded you several times she’s a grown ass woman and if she wants to pick up some jackass in a bar that’s on her. Resolutely he picks up his drink and goes back to the conversation.

Kraglin walks up to the table with a bottle in hand and a massive smirk on his face. He holds up a wrist com and smacks it down on the table.

“Wassit for” asks Olbo.

“We all know that little Terran gotta vicious mouth, and we all know she’s gonna’ get hit on” his smile grows wider “so I stuck a mic on her and we can listen to some other dudes gettin’ chewed out fer once”

The table grows quiet for a moment before raucous laughter breaks out. Olbo is pounding the table and Tulk almost spills his drink.

Yondu just groans “that mouth a’ hers is gonna get her in trouble”

——-

You hear the table of Ravegers laughing and wonder what the hell those jackals think is so funny. From your seat at the bar you can see their table in the mirrors and wonder why there’s a wrist com on the table.

Whatever you think, just as the next jackass settles himself and starts leering

——-

“I’ve never had a Terran before sugar, what do you taste like?”

“Wow dude. I need you to go look in a mirror. If you don’t have a mirror go buy one. And then say to yourself what you just said to me. Do that, and then have a serious heart to heart with yourself about where you’ve ended up in your life”

“What the fuc-“

“Beat it loser, before I lose my appetite”

Kraglin is laughing so hard he can’t breathe, tears are streaming down Olbo’s face, Tulk has spilled his drink, and even Yondu is smirking. It’s been non-stop for over a half hour of you brutally rejecting every man, woman, creature, whatever that sits next to you. They’re eating it up. The other crew members not occupied by a bot have rolled by to listen as well, proud their little harpy is just as mean to everyone else.

——-

“Christ I just wanted to drink in peace” you moan to the bartender. She turns and gestures to your face, your chest, your white tank top with the top half of your leather jumpsuit tied around your waist with one of her several arms. “Honey looking like you do in here won’t get you a moments peace. Unless you’re already shacked up with one of those Ravegers you came in with you’re just going to have to deal with it”

“Pass” you reply “can I get another of the blue drink?”

“Sure honey, but I’ve got to ask, are any of those boys yours?”

“Nah” you reply, sneaking another glance in the mirror at Yondu

Another man sits down next to you but your eyes stay on the reflection of your captain and crew paying rapt attention to the wrist com on the table.

It all snaps into place, the waves of quiet followed by laughter. The way the whole crew has been dropping by the table.

The bastards! They put a mic on you for some entertainment. Well if they want entertainment, they’ll get it.

——-

Yondu watches the tall Xandarian settle into the barstool next to you. There’s now a group of twenty or so of the crew listening to you rip into men.

“You came in with that group of Ravagers didn’t you?”

Your voice comes across somewhat softer than normal

“Yes I did”

“What’s your name doll-face”

“Here it comes” whispers Tulk

“Y/N, and what’s yours handsome?”

The table grows silent. You weren’t supposed to be nice to the guy!

“I’m Endar. I’ve got to say gorgeous, I can’t believe you came in with that lot. They’re disgusting. You deserve something so much better”

“Oh?” You tease “What’s better? That lot picked me up and I haven’t seen much else besides”

“That’s a damn shame, you could come back with me. I’m an important person on Xandar and as such can take care of you in the way you deserve. We Xandarians do our best to outlaw scum like those Ravagers. Dirty, disgusting trash.” He leans back and looks you up and down “Let me buy you a drink and show you how a real man treats a woman like you”

The man caught the bartenders eye and ordered two of the top shelf liquor. Yondu heard you giggle and starts to get up. He wasn’t sure if he was going to throttle you or punch the guy but something was going to happen.

“Well buddy that was fun, but you should probably get a move on” your voice cracks out of the intercom “thanks for helping me fuck with the crew a bit but I’d rather stick with my Ravenger trash than an arrogant asshole like yourself….who really can’t be that important if he’s sitting in a place like this. Bye”

“What?! You don’t mean that. I just spent credits on these drinks!”

Yondu watches as the man places a hand on your thigh.

“Get your fucking clammy hand off me. Those jackals I call my crew put a mic on me for shits and giggles and just heard everything you had to say about them. I’d get the hell out of here before one of them comes over for a chat” you say as you turn back to your drink.

Yondu watches as the man flushes with anger, reaching his hand back as if he’s going to hit you. His gaze meets Yondu’s and Yondu sneers. The Xandarian pales and quickly exits the bar.

——-

You grab both glasss of the expensive liquor and throw a wink at the bartender. She rolls her eyes and smiles at you.

Sauntering over to the table with your crew you give them a feral smile.

“Having fun boys? I’m SO glad I could be tonight’s entertainment”

They at least have the dignity to look slightly embarrassed. Well everyone except Yondu, he just looks pissed.

You slap the drink and the mic in front of him and look down.

“You know I had to when I realized what you jerks were doing”

“Yeah and now half the bar is pissed as hell at ya. Yer stayin’ right here where I can keep an eye on ya. I knew you’d be fuckin’ trouble with that mouth of yers” he mutters.

You laugh, roll your eyes, and turn to head back to your seat at the bar.

You don’t make it one step before a large hand grabs the back of your leathers and pulls you down. A surprised yelp escapes your mouth and you almost drop your drink. You ass slides on to something warm and firm.

It’s a thigh. It’s Yondu’s thigh. He has pulled you into his lap. Shit.

Hand still tight on your leathers Yondu leans over to hiss in your ear “I told you to sit yer ass down. Yur gonna stay right here where I don’t have tah worry about you causin’ more trouble. I need these boys to relax, not get in a fight cuz you can’t control that fuckin’ mouth of yours”

You’re frozen. Yondu’s thigh is warm and oh so firm. The graze of his fingers against your back, barely touching skin, leaves little pinpoints of heat. You’re barely aware the crew is laughing at you being reprimanded like a child, it’s just static in the background.

Fuck fuck fuck is racing through your head. You feel heat flush your core as he shifts beneath you. All you can focus on is the warm man beneath you. This is bad.

Yondu relaxes as you freeze. He’s thinking that maybe a little humiliation will shut you up for a bit and goes back to chatting with the crew. He allows himself a brief smile, it’s not bad having that excellent ass pressed into his thigh as a bonus. You’re finally quiet, very quiet.

Too quiet he realizes after a few minutes. Normally you’d be talking trash with the best of the crew, but you’re still and silent on his lap.

Not completely still, he realizes you’re shaking. Just a slight tremor that no one can see, but he can feel it where the tips of his fingers rest against the skin of your lower back. Are you afraid of him? But out of the corner of his eye he can see a slight blush rising in your cheeks. That’s new.

You’re trying to calm yourself down. Drink. That’s right there’s a drink in front of you. A drink could help.

Or it could make this ache at the apex your legs worse.

Whatever, it’s a distraction.

Yondu sees you clench your fingers around your glass and raise it to your lips. Taking a big swig, you go to set the glass back down.

He traces a small line against the exposed skin of your lower back with his index finger.

He watches as the drink shakes slightly and you slam it down faster than intended.

He hears your sharp intake of breath.

He moves his finger again.

Did he just hear you moan slightly?

Oh shit why did he do that. The movements of his fingers along your lower back is sending heat directly to your core. Every time his fingers trace your skin you have to stop yourself from leaning into his touch.

Keeping half an ear on the crew’s conversation Yondu continued his slow experimentation . Every movement of his hand causes your breath to hitch and the blush to deepen in your cheeks. Slowly he slipped his fingertips lower, connecting with the waistband of your underwear watching your reactions out of the corner of his eye.

When his fingertips dip lower you can’t help yourself. It might still be a mistake, but with the alcohol in your system you are too turned on to care. You part your lips and briefly close your eyes, enjoying the sensation. Your mind was racing and you lean into his touch ever so slightly, praying he doesn’t notice.

Yondu smirks, his jagged teeth flashing in the dim light as he feels your weight shift. He runs his tongue across the gold caps and decides to push it a little further. There was a fight breaking out, two drunks decided they wanted the same bot and the crews attention was on them.

You feel warm breath on your ear and that insanely sexy rough voice whispered

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think yer gettin’ all hot and bothered sittin’ here in mah lap sugar”

Panic shoots through you, and you tense to get up. No clever quip or excuse comes to mind.

“Fuck. Captain I’m sorr-“

Yondu grips your leathers tighter and pulls you firmly into him.

“Don’t apologize doll, I’m enjoying myself. I’m gonna sit here and play with you for a bit cuz it’s keepin’ that fuckin’ mouth quiet.” He growls “And later I’m thinkin’ I’ll take ya back and enjoy myself some more” he chuckles darkly.

Your sharp intake of breath was all he needed to hear.

——-

You’d been sitting at the table for almost an hour. As people come and go from the table you’re slowly pushed closer and closer to the center of the semicircular booth until Yondu is in the middle with you straddling his leg for balance. Crew of all shapes and sizes stops by the joke, talk, or simply suck up the the captain.

As soon as you’re squeezed into the booth where no one can see his movements, Yondu’s hand snakes around your hip and begins stroking up and down your thigh. It becomes a game for him, the nastier your language gets the further up his hand goes.

You’re just trying to get through this drink. Focusing on berating the crew is helping you ignore the deep need growing between your legs, despite Yondu’s hand trailing lines of white hot fire that you swear you can feel through your leathers.

Tulk makes a comment about your taste in men, or maybe lack there of, and your eyes flash. You lean forward and open your mouth to respond with something especially vulgar when Yondu runs a knuckle directly up your center.

Even through the layers of leather and cotton your entire body jolts and the retort dies on your lips. Tulk give you an odd look but is distracted by Kraglin knocking over his beer.

You don’t even notice.

You can feel your face flush and a new wave of warmth radiate out from your core. Fucking hell, you think, I’m really getting wet sitting in a bar surrounded by these gremlins.

“Not Fucking fair” you hiss at Yondu

He just smirks and rubs harder, switching to using his thumb.

You can’t focus, trying to hold back the deep wave of pleasure rising higher with each stroke.

“I told ya to behave sugar, and if ya ain’t gonna listen to words this seems to work just fine”

He grins wider and in a lower voice rasps “Ya know, from the way yer actin’ I bet you could cum right now, sitting here in front a’ all these ‘jackals.’ Wouldn’t want that now would ya doll.”

You snap your mouth and legs shut, trapping his hand between your thighs. He chuckles and removes his hand, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

That sigh quickly becomes a yelp of surprise when he slides his hand down the front of your leathers, past your underwear, and runs a thick finger between your folds.

“Ohhh. Fuck” you gasp out, your legs falling back open as your body reacts to his touch. His finger slides along your slit and you can both feel what a mess you are downstairs from his teasing.

“Fuck you’re wet” he growls. Your eyes open in alarm and he chuckles.

“Don’t worry darlin’ no one’s looking this way at tha moment” he whispers “I just wanna taste.”

He slowly withdraws his finger completely, bringing it back up to the table, and stirs his drink with the digit already dripping from your sex.

You can only stare with your mouth wide open and he gives you a crooked, cocky smile, and drains his glass.

“Sweetest drink I’ve ever had here” he laughs.

You can’t help it, it’s too fucking hot. Licking your lips you sway slightly, grinding down onto his muscular thigh.

——-

Kraglin sees you sway, eyes slightly closed, and comes to the (blessedly) wrong conclusion.

“Easy there, Y/N, I think ya’ve had enough. I can git ya back to tha ship” he slurs, standing up and listing slightly.

“It’s fine boy, a gotta’ get some work done anyways” Yondu smoothly interjects. “If ya hooligans would move outta tha way I’ll git her back.”

There’s a confused shuffle of inebriated bodies and then Yondu is gripping your upper arm and walking you out of the bar. Brothel. Whatever.

The cold air outside the door hits your lungs in a rush and clears your head a bit. You glance at the powerful man striding next to you, still holding tightly to you. Your cheeks flush with a mix of emotions, embarrassment, apprehension, and a healthy dose of lust.

“Sir” you say “I can damn well walk on my own” stumbling a little as he pulls you along.

“Nah uh girlie, I ain’t lettin ya go until you’re back on mah ship. Too many of those fuckers you pissed off sneakin’ around here” His tone is businesslike and clipped.

“You could slow down a little, it’s not like I’m going to run off” you snap back.

Yondu stops and turns you to face him. His eyes rove up and down your figure intently, lingering on your cleavage before meeting your eyes. You blush under the scrutiny, looking down.

“Heh, I wasn’t sure ya could do that”

“What?” You reply looking up in confusion.

“Blush” he replies “it’s adorable. Much better than ya spittin’ venom at some poor bastard”

“Hey now-“ you start, temper rising again.

“There it is” he growls and to your surprise grabs your hips and slings your body over one broad shoulder.

Christ he’s strong, you think. Heat slams back into your core as you realize all those nights alone with him in the hangar, working on the Y-ship….he could have done anything he wanted. You swallow hard and keep mercifully quiet for the rest of the walk back to the ship.

——-

Yondu doesn’t set you down until you’re in front of his cabin door. You stumble a bit from the change in view and before you can form a conscious thought he’s pushed you against the wall and his mouth is on yours. You gasp and he snakes his tongue inside, kissing you hot and heavy. You wind your arms around his neck and hold tighter. Teeth and tongues crash together as his hands roam every part of you. Squeezing your breasts, sliding down across your stomach, past your hips, cupping your ass, you have to break away panting. He wastes no time, bending his head to nibble at the joint where your neck meets your shoulder.

You moan breathlessly, head falling back against the cool metal of the ship. He slowly raises his head, removes his hands from your ass, and pushes back slightly panting.

“Do ya want this?” He rasps, his eyes clouded with lust.

It takes a minute to register his words, your entire body tingling from the loss of sensation.

“Please” you whisper.

“Please what” as he runs his tongue over his jagged teeth.

“Please fuck me Captain” you whine, and flush at how needy your voice sounds.

That damn cocky grin spreads across his face as he keys the pin for his door and pushes you inside.

——-

The room is simple. A large bed covered in furs dominates the center of the room, a small bar in the corner, another corner with a desk and screens to monitor the ship, and the wall across from the bed completely open to the night sky. You gasp as Yondu picks you up and places you on the bed, facing the large viewing port and space outside.

He turns to the bar cart and mixes two drinks as you take in the stars spread out before you.

Walking in front of the window, he hands you your drink, and steps back to lean against the edge of it.

You’re suddenly unsure. He was hot and heavy just outside his room, and now he is….standing there. He just stares at you sipping his drink, eyes glowing. Nervously you raise your glass to your lips.

“…strip”

You sputter around a mouthful of the liquor “what?”

“I said STRIP. I’ve been waitin’ over a month ta see what’s under those damn leathers, ain’t gonna’ wait much longer” he growls, fingers tightening on his glass.

“oh…ok” you stutter, silently swearing at yourself for the nerves. He seems distant and you’re not sure where this is headed now. You bend down to remove your boots, kicking them off the edge of the bed. They’re followed by your socks and leathers.

You kneel on the bed, dressed in your white tank top and underwear. Fingering the bottom shirt you glance up at him. His eyes are fixed on your body, pupils blown out so only a thin ring of color surrounds them. The implant glows briefly as small sparks shoot through it.

Fuck it, you wanted this and rip off the tank top. Keeping eye contact you slowly unclasp your bra and pull it down, arching your back to give him the best possible view of your chest.

Well that got a reaction you think to yourself with a smirk. As soon as your breasts came free he groans, moving his hand to his crotch to adjust himself. His eyes roam over your body, drinking in the sight of you naked, aside from your skimpy thong, kneeling on his bed.

With one last swallow you down your drink and place it on the table next to the bed. Might as well give the man a show you chuckle to yourself. Turning around you rest your face and chest on the bed, providing him with the best view of your ass and the barely there piece of fabric covering your sex. Reaching back you slowly peel the soaked thong from your body, dragging it down your thighs.

There is a sharp intake of breath behind you and sudden movement. Two large hands grip your hips pulling you to the end of the bed and you moan in anticipation.

——-

You weren’t quite sure what to expect but it wasn’t this.

Yondu’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, hands gripping your ass, as he spreads your cheeks wide and takes a long slow lick.

Your breath explodes out of your lungs as you feel his tongue part your lips, moving from your clit to your entrance at a torturous pace. After the first pass he dips in again…and again….and again taking time to probe every nook and cranny. He probes his tongue deep into your entrance while you buck your hips and moan his name.

“Ohh. Oh fuck. FUCK Yondu”

Yondu groans deeply. He’s never tasted a woman this good. It should be illegal to taste and smell like this. Listening to you swear around his name just adds more fuel to the erection pressing painfully against his leathers.

“Fucking hell” he growls, reaching one hand down to unzip his pants for some relief.

Leaning back for a breath he watches your ass twitch slightly as you pant into his blankets. I gotta see those tits move, he thinks as moves his hands back up to your hips and flips you.

Your eyes widen slightly in shock, still not used to anyone being able to manhandle your 5’10” frame. You see Yondu’s pants open with his erection stretching tight against his boxers. He looks down and shrugs “it got tight.”

“Maybe I can help” you tease

“Not quite yet sugar, I wanna taste a bit more” as he bends his head and resumes his explorations. He notices a tight bundle of swollen flesh at the apex of your sex and runs his tongue over it. Your reaction is electric, arching your back off the bed and gripping his implant.

“Hooooly shit, ohhh fucking hell” you gasp.

Yondu grins and assaults the newfound pressure point. Soon he’s got you writhing and shaking, one strong arm firmly anchoring your hips to the bed as he devours you.

“Ya gonna cum sugar?” he rasps around his mouthful.

“Oh my fucking god..yes…..please….god yes Yondu”

“Good” he mumbles and increases the speed of his tongue. His eyes are glued upwards watching your chest arch and shake and you near your climax.

Your orgasm hits hard, gripping the furs as a long guttural moan rips out of your throat. Yondu continues licking your dripping wet entrance as your thighs shake until you push his head away, panting.

Dazed, you raise your head to look at him and he smirks back as he wipes his beard.

“Damn darlin’ I was gonna’ be mean to ya but ya just tasted so sweet.”

“Fuck you” you groan, letting your head fall back into the pillows.

“That mouth ah yurs is still just as wicked as ever though” he frowns.

You sit up and reach for his erection, slowly massaging it as you pull his boxers down.

“oh captain, you have no idea”

——-

Yodu’s hands are fisted in your hair as he grunts and curses above you, snapping his hips hard to pump his cock deep into your throat. You moan around his length as he presses in, choking and gasping as he pulls out. Tears stream down your cheeks and saliva drips out of your mouth to coat him from base to tip, leaving trails on his leather pants. You hadn’t given him a chance to get his clothes all the way off yet.

You’re kneeling on the floor in front of him, one hand splayed on his hip for balance while the other strokes his balls.

Blue balls you think in the back of your mind, and giggle as best you can. He pulls his length out and you take a deep gasping breath before running your lips along his shaft. To your delight his cock is bigger than you’ve seen and lined with firm ridges that caught your lips as he pumped in and out. It’s blue, fading darker towards the tip, and you had whimpered in anticipation at his size.

He takes a few deep breaths and pulls your hair so you look up at him. He sneers, lips pulling back slightly over his jagged teeth.

“It’s nice ta know that mean little mouth of yours is good for somethin’ besides cussin’” as he breaks into a smirk.

“Git yer ass back in bed, I ain’t done yet darlin’”

——

Laying back in his bed you shiver slightly as you watch him strip off his leathers. The duster goes first, followed by the jacket and shirt. His chest is covered in scars, broad and solidly muscled. Your fingers twitch, aching to run your hands across it.

Yondu looks down at you as he kicks his boots off, naked and spread across his bed. Fuck, he thinks, she’s like nothing else I’ve ever had. Drop dead gorgeous, mean as hell, and almost like she’s made for pleasure. Are all Terrans this way? Finally pulling his pants and boxers down he climbs into bed and covers your mouth with his. She’s gonna be MINE he thinks as you moan softly into his mouth.

Yondu’s hands are everywhere, roaming over your skin. He dips his head and licks a white hot strip between your breasts before attaching his mouth to your collarbone and sucking . He bites down hard and you feel stinging pain as his teeth break skin slightly.

“Shit Yondu! People can see that there!”

“That’s tha point sugar” he growls as he refocuses his attention to your chest. His teeth scrape gently against your nipple as his tongue teases it hard and aching. His hand mirrors his mouth at your other breast while you moan underneath him. His rough callouses scratch your skin you feel new wetness spreading between your legs.

Leaning back Yondu uses his knees to keep your legs open and he pulls you flush with his groin. You gasp as you feel the tip of his cock run through your folds. A moan is pulled out of you as he lines up with your entrance and pushes in deep with one firm, smooth stroke. He stops for a second, breathing heavily, allowing you a moment to adjust to his size before starting to rock his hips.

You’ve never felt so full. The slight burning pain as he entered you reminded you how long it’s been since you’ve done this…and how badly you need it. When he starts moving his hips you throw your head back, lost in the sensation.

“Yondu..oh…..ohhh fuck Yondu”

He smirks “you like that doll? You like this big blue cock filling you up?”

Shit. The filthy language in his deep rasping voice added another layer to your growing orgasm. Eyes closed, all you could do was nod as you arched your back off the furs slightly. He felt incredible. The ridges along his length massage your walls like nothing you’ve ever experienced and you whimper with each stroke. Your second orgasm is building already and your legs start to shake.

Yondu looks down at your flushed body, watching his cock move in and out of your slick sex. He reaches down to fondle a nipple before hoisting your legs over his shoulders. He holds you there, fucking you slow and deep, while you writhe and fist the furs around you.

“Open your eyes sugar, I wanna see ya cum”

The change in position allows him to reach deeper inside you, brushing his ridges against your sweet spot. At his words you open your eyes and manage to prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him fuck you. He begins to move faster, his hips smacking your ass harder, and you groan deeply. His small smirk stretches to become a smug grin as he feels your body begin to twitch. The noise of your hips colliding becomes wetter and wetter, echoing lewdly around the room. He licks his thumb and reaches down to roughly rub your clit.

“Ohhhhh FUCK. Fuck Yondu I’m gonna cum. Fuuuuuck”

“Atta girl, cum on my cock” he growls, watching you intently, and increasing the pressure of his thumb.

At his words your entire body clenches and your orgasm hits in a rush. Your back arches even higher as you gasp his name over and over. Twitching and moaning you ride the high until it subsides and you lay back panting. After a couple seconds your brain function slowly returns and you realize he’s not moving. He’s still seated inside of you, his eyes slightly wider than normal, gripping your calves with enough force to hurt.

“What the fuck, ow” you pant

“What tha hell was that?!” He gasps, little tremors running through his body.

“What was what?” Genuinely confused

He looks down at his cock, still feeling the aftershocks of your sex clenching and spasming around him.

“Whatever ya pussy just did. All the twitchn’ an’ clenchin’” he says through gritted teeth, barely holding his release back through the sensations.

“Oh” you reply “does that not happen…out here? It’s just…..I don’t know…….what happens” you manage to get out

“Fuckin’ hell Y/N, I swear ya Terrans were made for this!”

“For what?”

His cocky smile is firmly back in place as he releases your legs and looms over you “Fuckin’”

You blush deeply as his statement and try to think of a response. Before one comes to your orgasm addled mind he shifts back and pulls out slowly. His cock is still achingly hard and you whimper slightly at the loss.

“Now turn over baby girl, stick ya ass up. I wanna feel that again”

You’re still shaking but you move to comply with his request. Getting into position you feel his hands caress your ass, moving closer and closer to your center. In this position you can feel the slick down your thighs and you whimper again as the cooler air hits it.

“Fuck you are one gorgeous sight sugar. This ain’t gonna’ be gentle”

You moan loudly as his words, and attempt to lean back onto his waiting cock.

“Oh darlin’?” He asks “Ya want it rough?” He lets out a short bark of laughter. “That I can do.”

He grabs your hips and slams his length into you and you bite into the furs to keep from screaming. The new position stretches you in all the right places, his ridges hitting all the right angles. His hands grip your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he set a punishing pace. Despite everything you can feel another climax growing, every stroke pushing you closer and closer. More wetness drips from you, adding to the slick down your thighs and reaching up to his lower stomach.

“Ya one dirty little girl darlin’” Yondu grunts “Ya like bein’ used”

Your pussy clenches at his words and all you can do is moan. Your noises are getting louder and louder as you feel him chase his own release. He breathing becomes ragged above you and he fists a handful of your hair, arching you back.

“Filthy Terran” he growls as he pistons in and out “Takin’ this big blue cock so well”

It’s all too much, the sensations, his voice, the not-quite-painful pressure on your hair. You feel your sex clench around him again as you tip over the edge of an earthshattering orgasm. As the heat explodes in your core you bite your lower lip to keep from screaming, guttural moans tearing out of your throat.

Yondu fucks you through your climax until he too comes undone. Letting go of your hair he grabs both hips as you shudder around him, thrusting in deeper to milk every bit of his orgasm into you. He falls forward, forearms braced next to your twitching ass as he takes a few shuddering breaths.

“Shiiiiiiit that was good” he groans, sweat dripping off his chest to land on your back. As he comes down from his high he watches your shaking slowly subside and your breathing even out. After a minute he slowly pulls his softening shaft out and stumbles to the bathroom for a towel.

Laying ass up in the furs all you can do is moan softly as he pulls out and you hear water running. You feel his bulk settle back onto the bed and you squeak as you feel a warm rag begin to softly clean the mixture of sweat and cum off your thighs. You relax into the surprisingly gentle touch as he moves up to your sensitive and well used sex. Groaning slightly you open your legs to provide him better access and you’re rewarded with a deep chuckle.

When he finishes his ministrations he drops the rag and rolls into bed naked. You tense in surprise when his strong arms wrap around you and pull you into his chest.

“Guess I’m sleeping here”

“Gotta keep an eye on ya” he grunts, “can’t let tha crew know how much sweeter ya are with a cock in ya.”

“…..I’m not sweet” you mumble, already falling asleep

You don’t feel him press a soft kiss into the back of your head as he curls his arm tighter around you

#yondu udonta #yondu x reader

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homoeroticfisticuffs · 3 months

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wip wednesday

(this is from the same work i posted last week, because i've had so little time to write lately </3 this follows immediately after my last wip!) (word count: 1033)

She couldn’t deny that he had intrigued her right from the very start, initially being somewhat impressed by his combat skills and his affinity for his thief’s gadgets. He wasn’t like other men she had fought on typical jobs like this who would just try to use brute force to outmatch her; he was smart in the way that he fought, and probably would have beaten her if it hadn’t been for Rocket and Groot and their subsequent shared capture by the Nova Corps.

She found, reluctantly, that it was extremely easy to talk to him. Just a few minutes alone with him on a balcony in Knowhere had her spilling her whole life story to him, and earning his in return. She had never experienced that before, that honest kind of openness and closeness with someone else. Before she knew it he was showing her his music, the number one most treasured thing to him, putting the very item on her head that he had risked his own skin and bones to get back before their departure from the Kyln. It was almost overwhelming, and it was virtually impossible to resist when he gently cradled her hand in his and slowly leaned in for a kiss.

But she knew who she was, and more importantly who he was, and she knew she had absolutely no time to deal with his tricks at a time like this. So she put her blade to his throat, and that was that. No more tricks from him, message received.

But then, oh then, she found herself floating in the cold expanse of the void, her body becoming a stranger to warmth and to gravity as she watched the debris of her pod drift away, along with the face of her sister flying off into the distance. Even with her body mods she could feel her lungs start to struggle, along with the fractals of ice slowly beginning to form on her skin. Nothing in the galaxy could feel lonelier than this, she decided, completely abandoned and having failed herself and the world. This was to be her destiny; it seemed fitting.

But then he was there, despite everything. He had placed his mask on her head, his only way to breathe out there, choosing instead to give her the chance at surviving that emptiness. She took in a big gulp of air, looking at him through red lenses and seeing his frozen face, feeling gripped by an intense whirlpool of different emotions, the most prominent being confusion, concern, and fear; but for the first time in a long time, not for herself.

He would have died if Yondu hadn’t arrived at that exact moment. He would have died, just to make sure that she didn’t.

What the hell was she supposed to do with that?

Of course, in the end, the intense wave of emotions that was only made greater by his lying on top of her and cradling her face in his hands had come to its abrupt end when Quill decided to open his fucking mouth, proving himself yet again to be arrogant, shallow and selfish. With a sigh, she could only feel disappointed in herself for indulging in her childish hopes and desires.

Even then, as much as she tried to push it down, she could still feel a fondness for him growing in her over time. From the way he spoke as their captain to the way he ended up genuinely deciding to do something for the greater good, rather than just himself, he was growing on her in a way that she didn’t know what to do with.

She knew she couldn’t pretend not to care about him when she saw him grab an infinity stone with his bare hand like an idiot, watching him writhe on the ground in agony, and the only thing she could think about in that moment was how badly she needed to share in that agony so that he wouldn’t have to be alone.

She followed her captain after that, knowing she respected him in a way that was reserved only for him.

Things became more complicated when Ego came into the picture, taking him away from her in a way that she couldn’t understand why it bothered her so much. She wanted to be happy for him, she really did, and in a way, she was; she saw how amazed he was by all of it, and seeing him smile so earnestly definitely made her feel something warm and content, but she knew deep down that something wasn’t right. And that was completely separate from the disappointment that she felt at the fact that he seemed to be lost in this, and not including her as much as she wished he did on this journey that clearly meant so much to him.

She did her best to be there for him as much as she could. Even when he finally came to her, asking to dance, she tried to follow along with his steps but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was incredibly wrong.

She tried to deny the “unspoken thing,” because honestly, it was idiotic and childish, and she didn’t even understand the Terran allegory he was trying to make. It always irritated her blind when he would make his Terran references and expect the whole crew to magically understand what he meant, as if it wasn’t complete abilisk bile every time.

But then she almost lost him again, and she had to be there for him in earnest through the death of someone he loved, and everything changed. She finally saw him in a different light, and found herself unable to deny their “unspoken thing.”

It was surprisingly easy being with him. Around her, he was completely patient and understanding, totally unlike the way he acted around Rocket and Drax, or even Mantis. His pride came second to her, which was an enormous relief considering the state that his confidence and overall character had been in when they first met. He was like a completely different person, in the best way possible. It was like taking in a breath of fresh air.

(as always you can find my other writing here!)

#starmora #peter quill #star lord #gamora #wip wednesday #fic writing #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #fanfic #writing process #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu

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raccoonfallsharder · 3 months

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oh my god! so i kept on telling myself that i’ll read window across the galaxy whenever i find time (haven’t really done that yet T_T it feels like i have all the time in the world and yet not enough) and i come to do my daily check of raccoonfallsharder to find out IT’S FINISHING SOON?! you work at the SPEED OF LIGHT (which is a compliment ❤️‍🩹 i am a snail and i wish i wasn’t.) but hopefully i can start binge reading WATG soon, the excerpts i’ve seen look amazing (which isn’t shocking coming from you. everything you write is a masterpiece!)

all of this to be said, i hope you’re doing okay. i know you write the Rocket Reminders for others but i hope you apply them to yourself as well. you deserve amazing things And More!

okay first of all you do a DAILY CHECK of my blog?? ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ i mean that has to be an exaggeration but it’s still the sweetest fucken thing ive ever heard?? this seriously has made my whole shitty week better (hello tuesday morning, ive peaked). this whole ask is just so sweet and caring and kind. i might be tearing up in my office. thank you. i am carrying your words with me everywhere i go today, like armor ♡

secondly window will be here waiting for you whenever you’re ready babydoll. it’s not going anywhere (also you don’t gotta binge it! it’s perfectly fine to take bitesized chomps)

thirdly snails are incredibly important. they’re recyclers and pollinators and they are very cute when drinking water. there is nothing wrong with taking time, and fanfic writing should be enjoyable — not something to punish or pressure yourself about. 6 out of 10 experts agree that in all likelihood, trying to rush something like this is just a result of capitalism convincing you of the lie that “productivity” (whatever that is) is the most important thing. the other 4/10 say that you would have more time to create if it weren’t for capitalism in the first place, so it’s still not your fault. anyway the point is please keep being a lovely perfect snail going at your own lovely perfect pace and don’t be too hard on yourself

finally here’s an extra window excerpt (the very beginning) just for you ♡♡♡ may your day be full of soft and happy moments, you gorgeous winter sunrise, and may you feel loved & cared for every second

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The Eclector is dark and, despite the raucous laughter and fighting of the crew, every footfall on the gridded catwalks seems to echo. It smells like rust and oil and old metal, and sometimes sweat, and there’s generally very little that is pleasant about it.

But Kraglin Obfonteri had sent word that the Yondu clan had recently overtaken a Xandaran luxury liner. Among its treasures, there had been a pretty vast art collection, and Jolie is a reliable assessor and - for some of the more common mediums, as well as a few blindingly unique ones - a restorer. It’s not the first time she’s contracted her services out to a Ravager crew. Hell, it’s not even the first time she’s worked with the Yondu Clan. She crosses paths with them at least once every fifteen cycles or so.

So here she is, following some hulking brute named Taserface and dodging when pirates on the catwalk above decide to spit over the side.

What a way to spend my morning, she thinks. There better be something worthwhile in this pile of junk.

They finally leave the belly of the ship and Taserface leads her through a network of cargo holds and corridors, trying to make very awkward conversation and occasionally leering at her. Jolie is a consummate professional, though, and she’s dealt with a lot of creeps. She keeps a polite smile on her lips and a dead look in her eyes. She’d been hoping today’s escort would be the aforementioned Kraglin, or maybe fellow-Terran Peter Quill. Pete’s been family since Jolie met him - almost seven years ago - even if they don’t usually see each other more than once every few cycles at most. He’s a handful of years older than her, but his relative optimism still makes her feel like he’s a sweet, annoying little brother. Frankly, it pulls some heartstrings, because Jolie has baggage where younger siblings are concerned.

Kraglin, on the other hand, is a remarkably endearing moron, and Jolie kind of adores him, the same way she adores particularly stupid cats.

Unfortunately, Jolie gathers that Pete has apparently disappeared in his M-Ship without a word - much to the irritation of the rest of the Yondu clan - and Obfonteri is offsite on orders from the captain, engaging in some kind of criminal activity or another. So here she is, stuck with a guy who could’ve picked any name in the galaxy and settled on Taserface.

Each chamber the pirate guides her through is packed with stolen goods, and she keeps her eyes open in case there’s some incredible artistic masterpiece that has somehow escaped the haul he’s currently taking her to examine. No luck so far, and Taserface is pulling ahead of her, trying to impress her by droning on about some recent brawl he’s been in. She zones out of the conversation, only smiling placidly and nodding vacantly when he glances back at her.

They pass another corridor, this one even more abandoned, and enter yet another chamber. More goods are stacked all around, a disorganized horde of stolen treasures: casks of silverwine from Vanaheim, crates of shimmering pearls from Morag, pleasure-bots from Contraxia. At the far end, she sees what looks like the corner of a cage.

Her eyes narrow, and her head tilts.

That’s unusual.

Normally, bounties are housed in the caged cells lining the main corridors just off the belly of the ship - not hidden, and not mixed in with the loot. As they draw closer, Jolie can just make out a shadow shifting inside - something the size of a kid.

Her blood runs cold.

She’d heard Yondu and his crew had already been exiled from the loose coalition of Ravager clans due to trafficking children, but she’d thought they’d stopped doing that years ago, when Pete had come on board. Is that why this cage is hidden way out here?

They draw closer, and she catches a glimpse of fur moving behind the rusted bars. Out here in space, that doesn’t mean anything in particular: it could still be a child. Her stomach becomes a stone in her gut, and she knows she's not leaving this stupid fucking ship without knowing what's going on, and making sure everything is okay. She’s got enough units on her that she can probably afford one or two kids, maybe a few if she needs to - a bribe more than a purchase, she thinks, and a mean fucking talking-to for Yondu Udonta. But if he's making some kind of a habit out of this, she’s going to need a lot more resources than she currently has available to her.

And maybe he’s not. She's trying very hard not to jump to conclusions, because to be honest - despite his reputation - Yondu really doesn’t seem like the type to continue engaging in this shit. And she kind of likes him, like the grumpy old uncle she's never had.

Taserface keeps heading straight across the chamber to the other door, boasting and blathering, but Jolie’s drawn to the cage. Smoothly - never breaking stride - she veers to the left, and her tour guide doesn't even notice.

The metal box is about three feet tall, sitting on top of a knee-high crate scrawled with the words “sovereign porn” in Kree - lovely, Jolie thinks drily - and there’s definitely a lifeform inside. She leans in just a bit, and catches a flash of bright eyes and teeth and - she thinks that’s a ringed tail, and a mask.

That can’t be right.

Her eyes scan him again, and yeah: the caged creature looks almost like a raccoon from back home, but he’s standing upright on his hindlegs and…yep, he is most certainly wearing pants.

The lifeform rears back: teeth bared in a vicious, silent snarl, ears flat against his skull. In this position, she can see some kind of metal has been embedded in his chest. The fur around it - and in a few other places - has long since stopped growing due to scarring, and the flesh around the metal itself looks painfully inflamed. Her heart slams into her sternum and her stomach drops.

“Oh, love,” she breathes out, unthinking. “What did they do to you?”

The raccoon tilts his head to one side, eyes bright with biting intelligence, and she could swear he’s practically sneering. He opens his mouth and for all the world, she almost thinks he’s going to answer her.

Taserface interrupts any miraculous revelations with his too-loud, too-boastful voice, suddenly behind her, leaning too close. “T’was the High Evolutionary Hisself what cut the critter up and stitched it back together. Replaced some of its bones with new ones and made it walk like it’s tryin’ to be a man.”

She straightens and stares up at him, and the asshole chuckles, like it’s funny.

Jolie makes a noise in her throat before she can stop it. “Nope. Don’t like that.”

She turns back, still eyeballing the creature on the other side of the rusty bars. It’s shadowy in there, but she’d guess he’s maybe three-feet tall with change. And if he is a raccoon - and he sure does look like one - he’s probably already plotting his escape.

She gnaws on her lower lip. “And where are you all taking him now?”

Taserface looks at her like she’s an idiot. Maybe she is.

“Back t’ HalfWorld an’ the High Evolutionary, a’course.”

Her head snaps around to face him so quickly that something in her neck audibly cracks, sending a hot flare of pain up the back of her skull. She ignores it. “So they can torture him some more?”

Taserface shrugs and glowers and spits dismissively. “It'll be two hunnert-thousand units.”

Jolie sucks in a breath through her teeth. That’s more than…well, that’s more than a few children.

She looks at the rusted bars, and back to her brute of a tour guide, and sighs heavily. Slowly, she turns back to the cage, swaying toward the bars so she can peer in at eye-level. She’s immediately face-to-face with the creature. His ears are still pressed flat against his head, fur bristling, and he’s gazing back, clearly suspicious and probably - justifiably - feeling more than a little bit mean. She’s suddenly certain that if she got close enough, he’d take out her eyes.

There’s no helping herself, is there? Goddamn, she’s an idiot. One corner of her mouth twists up in exhausted resignation and she sighs.

“Welp,” she says solemnly to the raccoon with a polite nod, “fuck me, my dude.”

Swiftly, she stands back up, turning to Taserface and flattening her palms together in front of her with a soft clap. Her fingers lace together and she presses her knuckles to her lips in half a prayer. She’s not going to think about the consequences too much. Not till later, anyway. She’s going to move through these next moments in a flurry, a manufactured whirlwind: partly so she doesn’t second-guess herself, and partly to keep Taserface from applying too much critical thinking to anything she’s about to say.

She imagines that second part should be easy.

“It looks like it’s Udonta’s lucky day, because I happen to have two-hundred-and-thirty thousand units on hand, and I’ve always wanted a raccoon.”

#rfh asks #window across the galaxy #uniquetaste #snail appreciation post #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy

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kai-selfships · 11 months

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Selfship questions from @salsflore! This is a spectacular idea, and I really think it would be awesome if this format of questions became a trend as opposed to ask games (those are fun and all, but I never get questions 😭). So yeah thanks for making this it’s a great idea!!

I’ll answer for my GOTG selfships because I haven’t stopped thinking about them since the new movie came out 😵‍💫

Also tagging @4i-i0v3-y0u because we talk about GOTG often :)

For context, Rocket and Drax are romantic F/Os, Peter, Groot sr, Mantis, Nebula and Gamora are Platonic F/Os, and Groot jr is a familial F/O. Also I have a silly little crush on Yondu 🤫 so when asked about “them” I’ll usually talk about Rocket or Drax, but sometimes the others too

what’s something you do to feel closer to them? fanfics, listen to songs, etc.

I love watching the Guardians of the Galaxy movies! I also enjoy watching MVs on YouTube. This is my favorite!

how did you get introduced to your f/o and/or their media? do you like their source?

My brother is a huge fan of Marvel. A couple of years ago, over the summer, he made me watch all the movies with him. I wasn’t too big of a fan of the other ones, but I really really loved the guardians :) there’s actually kind of a funny story about how I got introduced to my F/Os— when I first watched the movie, Rocket was my favorite character, but I knew if I told my family that they would make fun of me, so I instead told everyone Drax was my favorite (he’s actually my SECOND favorite lol) and I’m just now starting to let myself love Rocket :,)

what’s one or two things you especially like about your f/o? can be a headcanon!

I love how creative and smart Rocket is :) he loves to build things and invent new weapons and machines, and I think it’s really cool!

I really really love that Drax is so honest— it may annoy our friends sometimes, but he really likes me and isn’t shy about saying it.

Peter is very affectionate and loves to give hugs!! He and I are really good friends (we’ve known each other since even before the Kyln) so it’s nice to have someone who really knows me.

what’s one or two things your f/os love about you? ( self positivity time babey )

I know Rocket really loves my smile :) my S/I is less angst ridden than the rest of the team, so he’s often the one to keep everyone’s spirits up, and Rocket really appreciates the positivity.

how do you express your love to them? how do they express their love to you?

I express my love to my F/Os by being there for them. There are some things I won’t ever understand, or be able to help with, and that’s okay. But I can be a listening ear if they ever feel like opening up.

My F/Os show their love by caring for me. My S/I is the type to prioritize everyone else first, so they help me out by taking care of me when I need it. We usually make our own food (it’s hard to cook for so many different species with different nutritional needs) but when I feel burned out or particularly morose, Drax cooks for me.

a gift you’d like to give them if you could, and something they’d give to you!

Rocket’s flight suit is obviously good for flying a spaceship and fighting people, but it doesn’t look very comfy (especially for the cybernetics on his back) so I think I would give him some more comfortable clothes to wear. Early on in our relationship I think I would be wayyy to embarrassed for such a grand gesture (spending money is a big deal) so I would just give him one of my shirts. Rocket absolutely loves it.

Omg me and Clyde were literally kinda talking about this earlier but basically Rocket would totally collect a whole bunch of pretty things (shiny rocks, stolen jewelry, etc) and give them as gifts to me.

what do you celebrate together? like halloween, christmas time, easter, etc.

We all celebrate Christmas together! Of course the first time was on Knowhere, much after Vol2 and Endgame and stuff, but it’s become a tradition ever since.

do you sleep together? is it peaceful or filled with snoring? do you both stay up? tell us more! ( how you sleep, when you sleep, do you wake up at the same time? )

Drax has his own bed because he can’t stand sleeping with other people (it’s the sensory processing disorder) but me and Rocket sleep together sometimes :)

Rocket’s sleep schedule is really weird because he’s meant to be nocturnal— he doesn’t sleep much at night, and takes a lot of naps in the daytime. He either snuggles with me anyway, just enjoying the closeness, or stays up building something.

When we lived on the Milano, and Groot was still a baby, he would sometimes come sleep with us (or just me) too if he had a nightmare.

Drax always wakes up earlier than me. Once we start living together in Knowhere, he gets into a habit of cooking breakfast for us all.

what’s one thing you can’t do well that the other can, vice versa ( e.g cooking, playing video games, so on and so forth )

One thing I’m not good at is cooking 😭 I’m bad at managing time, so things tend to end up burned or undercooked. Drax is really good at cooking, though!

And with something I can do well— Rocket isn’t good at writing. Numbers are easy because they’re a lot of sharp lines, but letters that curve and are kind of round (like “s” or “o”) are really difficult. It’s because his hands aren’t very good at holding the pencil, so he’s embarrassed about this, and avoids writing whenever possible. I really enjoy things like fancy lettering, painting, and drawing. It’s one of my hobbies :)

do you have similar tastes in fashion? aesthetic? food? tell us about their taste!

We Guardians kind of wear the same clothing (there’s not much range in the space junker business) but I like pretty things a lot. When not on a job, I like to wear a lot of accessories. As for food— I love all kinds of food. Literally anything.

Rocket doesn’t have a lot of options when it comes to clothes, so he just wears what he can find. He loves eating fresh foods, like fruits and seafood.

Drax’s fashion sense is complicated. Comfort takes priority, but he also is picky with colors. His species sees more colors than the human eye can pick up (hc). His taste in food is simple: he loves things with a lot of flavor, especially meat. You ever watched Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives? That kinda stuff.

how do they tend to comfort you? how do you tend to comfort them?

Everyone knows I love hugs. Drax is so strong and he gives the best hugs 😭 Rocket and I like to cuddle, and he also makes me feel better by making me laugh :) Groot is also really sweet, he and I could talk for hours.

I mostly comfort my loves with reassurance. “It’s not your fault” is a big one, both for Rocket and Drax, and Groot often needs reassurance because he feels like he’s not as good as Groot sr.

if you have a rival or nemesis f/o, why? are there any lore reasons or is it just because?

Obviously all the bad guys we’ve fought (Ronan, Ego, Thanos, the High Evolutionary), but in a more lighthearted sense, I don’t really get along well with the avengers. No real reason, I just don’t like them.

what are some uncommon headcanons you have for them?

I’m not quite sure if these are uncommon or not haha— I headcanon that Rocket likes to play video games. He got into it because Groot wanted someone to play with, and of course it was a lot of fun. I also headcanon that Rocket is hard of hearing from being too close to explosions and gunfire all his life. I headcanon Peter suffered some type of disordered eating growing up because he was always afraid that if he got too big to fit into small spaces to steal things, the Ravagers would kill him. I also headcanon that Peter has synthesia, which is why he loves music so much, but also doesn’t often listen to it when he works— it’s distracting.

what is your favorite fan theory/headcanon about them?

My favorite about Rocket is just about him being a dad to little Groot. Of course it’s practically canon, but it’s really sweet

if you live together, how’s domestic life like for you both?

We live together on Knowhere once it becomes the Guardians of the Galaxy HQ. I think this is my favorite part of our story, it’s so sweet :) that kind of life takes some adjusting to, but it��s really what we’ve all always wanted. (Post vol3) Drax gets to be a loving father figure to the children rescued from the HE, and after finding a home with the Guardians and leading a decade or so of an action-packed life, Rocket really just wants to rest. So he does. And for me, ever since I was young, all I’ve ever wanted is to love and be loved. We keep in contact with our friends and they visit often, of course.

do you have any scent hcs for them? ( sweet, something like coffee, etc )

Unpopular opinion, I think Rocket smells a lot like soap. He washes his hands often, and is kind of a clean freak tbh.

is there anything commonly misunderstood about your f/o?

I kind of like the fandom’s current interpretation of Rocket. My only complaint is that sometimes people portray him as a womanizer, when that’s not him at all.

one thing you don’t have in common, and one thing you do

One thing we don’t have in common is probably, for lack of a better word, toughness? Rocket has no hesitation when he needs to kill someone, but my S/I had a breakdown every freaking time. One thing we do have in common is the deep and profound loneliness and desire to be understood.

how do you resolve conflicts? how do you both typically react when faced with conflict or whilst dealing with an argument?

We don’t heavily disagree on anything important (like morals and ethics and stuff) so conflict is usually pretty surface level annoyance. Sometimes Drax is too loud, or says something mean on accident, or Rocket is having a bad day and snaps at us, or i feel too low energy to get stuff done, etc… usually the solution is to just spend some time away from each other to cool down and feel better. Sometimes an apology is needed, sometimes it’s just mutually understood.

have you met their friends/family? how did that go? do they even keep in contact with their friends/family?

I never met batch 89, or Drax’s late wife and daughter— but I have met Ego! And Thanos! 👍 neither of those went very well. Oh I also met Yondu and the rest of the Ravagers a few times, and Peter considers them family— there was some conflict before, but Yondu was a good friend to us. Also i thought he was kinda hot but don’t tell Peter.

tell us as much (or as little) as you'd like about any of your self ship lore/bg! the timeline!

I’m actually planning on making a timeline post soon!

if they have variations (timelines, skills, voiced languages, etc) which one is your favorite?

The biggest variations are probably their comic book vs movie characters, and while I’ve read a few of the old comics that feature the Guardians, I prefer my F/Os movie versions.

your favorite outfit/costume of theirs! if they don’t have any official skins or anything, show us something you think they’d look good in!

Rocket’s suit in the first Guardians of the Galaxy (the orange one) has a special place in my heart :3 but I also like how he looks in the Kyln’s prison outfit lol— yellow is my favorite color. As for Drax, I really really like his sleeveless shirt outfit in GOTG 3 :D

who confessed first and how did it go?

I confessed first to Drax, I’d say it went well because we ended up dating lmao. Then a little bit later Rocket realized that his feelings for me were more than platonic, but it still took him a long time to find the courage to tell me haha

did anyone know about your f/o’s feelings before they confessed? how did they find out?

Just little Groot. He and Rocket are besties, they tell each other everything.

if you have multiple f/os, do they fit into any “type?” ( e.g coincidentally they’re all smartasses, blonde, villains, etc. lol )

Kind of! Drax and Rocket aren’t very similar, but the common ground is Yondu (a crush of mine) who has a similar personality to Rocket and looks kind of like Drax (bald).

do you have any favorite scenarios you like to imagine your f/os in? ( domestic fluff, angsty, etc. )

I love hurt/comfort!!!!! I’ll get injured in battle and my F/Os will nurse me back to health!! Rocket will experience the emotional turmoil of having to fight a past abuser immediately after having a near death experience and seeing batch 89 in the sky and i’ll be there to help him through it!!!

have you ever thought about ( platonic or not ) marriage? would you consider it a good idea? why or why not?

Yeah :) I would 100% want to get married to both my romantic F/Os, especially Drax. He would be so excited about it! Me and Rocket are kind of just having fun, but it means a lot to him. All our friends would be there, too!

^ if you're planning to get married, then tell us all about your wedding! the honeymoon! the planning!

The wedding wouldn’t be too fancy, just one of the nicer buildings on Knowhere. Nebula, surprisingly, would offer to help plan. She’s very good at things like that. Everyone would be there (maybe Gamora would even swing by) and there’d be lots of good food and drinks. For a honeymoon, we’d probably go to one of the planets less involved in interplanetary crime— ooh, I bet Xandar has some nice vacation places :) we might even get a discount for saving the Galaxy haha.

if you live together, how does your home look like? who decided on the decor?

Knowhere is known for being more functional than pretty, but I just love making things look nice— Drax and Rocket don’t mind if I handle the decor, as long as it’s not too crazy, so I get to put in carpets and nice lighting and stuff! I enjoy paintings of landscapes, since Knowhere doesn’t really have any natural beauty. It’s very colorful.

do you, or plan to, have f/o kids? ( pets and plants count! ) bonus: if you have pets, do they show any favoritism?

Groot is our kid, but he’s pretty much grown up after vol3– we all want kids, but adoption is a big decision. I suppose we could have pets, but Rocket feels kind of weird about having a “lower life form” around.

what was it like when they first said ‘i love you’? how did you reply? where was it?

Drax first said I love you maybe a month after we started living on the Milano as a team. I was super flustered— obviously he meant it, he’s a terrible liar. I said it back, but I was a little embarrassed haha.

When Rocket first said I love you, it was late at night, and he and I were hanging out eating a midnight snack because he couldn’t sleep. We were both dead tired but Rocket was having nightmares and I didn’t want to leave him alone. This was a couple months after Vol2, and we hadn’t even started dating yet.

if you could make one thing 100% canon about them, what would it be?

It’s already implied in very few scenes, but I think it would be more realistic if Rocket’s cybernetics were more of a problem to him. In my canon, he has chronic pain and nerve damage from the surgeries, and needs to take special care to upkeep his metal parts.

how do you kill time with them when bored?

Drax loves to tell stories. I love listening to him. He also tries to tell jokes, which are pretty funny.

Rocket also talks a lot, but he likes to be doing something while we talk. When he and I have down time, he works on his inventions while I just lie down and we talk.

your favorite thing about your f/o, appearance wise

I love Rocket’s eyes 👁️👁️ they r so pretty I love brown eyes— also I like that Drax is taller than me lol. And I like Yondu’s mouth. His teeth are all messed up, but I like how he whistles and grins all pointy >:3 yk?

your favorite thing about your f/o, non-appearance wise

I love how deeply Rocket loves. He cares for his friends so much, it’s beautiful.

This was kind of touched on by Mantis in vol3, but I love Drax’s positivity despite everything he’s gone through.

what’s your dynamic like? any tropes you fit?

“Silly fella that absolutely no one is intimidated by” (me) x “built like a brick shithouse, his name is literally ‘the destroyer’” (Drax)

“Loves the other so deeply, profoundly, and unconditionally” (me) x “thinks he is undeserving of love”

In terms of tropes that actually exist? Probably “sunshine x grumpy” and “best friends to lovers”

the most iconic/memed on/quoted line or event associated with your f/o

For Drax, the one I appreciate most is “nothing goes over my head… my reflexes are too fast, I would catch it.” And for Rocket, probably when he was telling little Groot how to set up the batteries to explode lol.

who’s more likely to be the sappy, cheesy romantic in the relationship?

Me ❤️

who gets flustered the easiest?

Omg Rocket does haha— he doesn’t get compliments often, so whenever I voice how much I love him and what exactly I like about him he kind of doesn’t know what to say. He also things I’m handsome :3

if you were in an emergency or stressful situation, which one of you’s the best at staying level headed keeping the other calm? who is the one absolutely freaking out?

We have emergency situations a lot, so it kind of depends. When threatened, Drax automatically goes into fight or flight (always fight, for him), and I usually try to find a peaceful way out of the situation. Rocket is almost always very good at keeping his cool in high-stakes battles, but some things throw him off.

what nicknames do you call each other?

My nicknames for Rocket: Rocky, love

Rockets nicknames for me: (embarrassing as fuck so only teasingly and in private, but—) Boo

My nicknames for Drax: Honey

Drax’s nicknames for me: none, he doesn’t really get them lol

with phones or modern au : what would your contact names be?

In my phone: Rocket 🚀 and Drax🗡️

But they just have boring old names in their contact list lol

with phones or modern au : how do they use their phone? do they have a billion screenshots in their gallery? whats their wallpaper?

Rocket: has a few apps that Groot used to play games (now he plays them too lol), his wallpaper is a photo of all of the guardians

Drax: his phone is default settings for the wallpaper, ringtone, etc— hasn’t downloaded any apps either. He uses his phone mainly for taking thousands of pictures. Mostly of the stars, and other things he finds pretty, but we’re also in there :)

favorite memory involving them ( whether in your lore as a scenario, a scene from their media, or another physical experience like when you received merch etc )

Irl, my favorite memory is seeing GOTG vol3 in the movie theater :D but in universe, my favorite memory is just any time when we’re all together and happy ❤️

are they physically affectionate? if so, how do they express it? vice versa!

Drax gives big hugs :) he’s strong enough to pick me up and carry me around! And Rocket is more shy, but he likes to cuddle with me.

any funny or awkward moments you've experienced with them?

Actually yeah, with Peter— we worked and lived together for a few months several years before the events of the first movie. Peter asks a lot of questions, like “if you’re a shapeshifter, why is your dick small”.

who’s more likely to get into, or start fights? whether with each other or with others.

Rocket starts fights. He’s insecure, and steals batteries he doesn’t need, and there was a learning curve to living with him. We all love him very much though.

what were your first impressions of each other?

My first Impression of Rocket was that he was someone strong that I’d want to stay with— we were arrested and brought to the Kyln together, and he and Groot were protecting Peter, so I decided to stick around.

His first impression of me was that I was untrustworthy (because I tried to help Peter when he and Groot tried to kidnap him)

My first impression of Drax was that he was scary, so I treated him with respect. His first impression of me was that I was kind :)

do you have an anniversary date? how was it decided & how do you (plan to) celebrate it?

No I don’t lol— maybe I should

.... would you still love them if they turned into a worm

Yeah, lol

how did their personality or lifestyle change after befriending/getting with you?

Rocket used to live his life more… unhealthily. He drank a lot and got in fights and had only Groot to support him. Once he made friends with the rest of us (and me of course) he subconsciously began thinking his life actually had some worth, and for the most part, he wanted to stay alive.

Drax was filled with so much rage after losing his family. He thought killing their killer would make him feel better, but after Ronan was dealt with he didn’t feel any more satisfied. He learned slowly that he could only heal and feel better if he opened up and allowed himself to experience love again. He jokes around more, but also cries more— he’s not “fixed”, or without the bad memories, but rather he allows himself to feel things. Before, he coped with the grief by just destroying.

something you know about them, that many others don’t?

Peter often likes to make fun of Rocket for being afraid of spiders, because once they were exploring a planet with these giant bug creatures, and Rocket froze up and couldn’t kill them. The truth is, something Rocket’s only told me and Groot, is that they reminded him of Floor, with all the hydraulic legs skittering around.

how do they reassure or affirm their love for you?

Words of affirmation mostly, and quality time spent together. I need a lot of affirmation ;-;

what’s your funniest or most embarrassing memory together?

I always love when we’re on a mission and need disguises >:3 very fun. one time we were going to a fancy gala, and we had to dress up in nice fancy clothes, but we didn’t even get halfway through the event before Drax took his shirt off and got in trouble.

what’s their sense of humor like? how easy is it to make them laugh?

Rocket and Drax are both kind of immature with their humor— Drax in a more childish way, and Rocket is just kind of a dick. Like he thinks those videos of people falling down or getting hurt are funny lmao— or, as per canon, stealing people’s prosthetics.

what inside jokes do you share?

Mostly about Gamora and Peter’s will they/won’t they relationship. We placed bets on whether they’d get together or not. I lost.

if necessary, how do you wake them up? how do they wake you up?

I’m the one who gets woken up lol, I sleep wayyy too much. Rocket usually tries to be nice about it but Drax is straight to the point and just shakes me awake lmao

any daily routines or habits you two follow?

Life is busy on Knowhere, so we don’t spend every day together. However, we at least try to have breakfast and dinner together every day :) it’s really great!

what do others in source say about your relationship? do you keep it a secret?

Everyone, for the most part, is supportive. Though there are planets like Earth where polyamory might be considered odd, in space (like businesses where you travel a lot and practically live on your ship) it’s pretty typical. We’re all men, too, but that’s pretty normal— for example, Kraglin’s been married 14 times, and has only one ex-wife.

We’ve never kept it secret.

if you have more than one f/o from the same media, which one were you drawn to first? any lore connection like did they introduce you to the others? did one make you fall for the other?

Irl, I was drawn to Rocket first. Something about his voice and personality 🫣 I thought he was so cute.

In lore, technically Peter introduced me to everyone. It did not take long for me to fall for Drax, but because Rocket was more standoffish at first, we were just friends for a long time.

dream piece of merchandise or f/o-related experience you’d like to have

I don’t even know if they make these, but I’d really like a life size weighted plushie of Rocket :,)

how are they like when vulnerable?

Rocket gets angry. He cries and then hates himself for crying, so he picks fights with Peter and then hates himself more.

Drax is very quiet. He doesn’t like to show his emotions in front of everybody, so he isolated himself.

describe your f/o in 6 words or less

Rocket: dangerous, smart, sarcastic

Drax: honest, powerful, loving

describe your f/o using only emojis

Drax: 🔪💪🪨💥

Rocket: 🩻🚀🔫🔧

would you rather go to their world, or have them come to yours?

I like both ideas, but I’d have to say go to their world because there’s also things there I want to experience that has nothing to do with our relationship— I want to visit Knowhere! I want to meet abilisks! I want to fly in a spaceship!!!!

do you care about ship lore? feel free to tell us about it if you’d like!

It’s important to me :) I love thinking of scenarios for our first kiss, first date, etc :D this post actually made me realize that I’d want a wedding with them, so I’ll have a lot of fun thinking about that!

if you have a s/i, how’d you go about creating their design? what went into their lore? how do the others in the source feel about your s/i?

Well, I just started imagining it— I wanted to be kind of humanoid, but I didn’t want to be Terran like Peter. I settled on a shapeshifter alien because I love the freedom of being able to change things and explain it as “oh lol he just decided to have pointy teeth that day” because he’s a shapeshifter :) I also thought it would be cool if his true form was kind of reptilian, because snakes are my favorite animal!

does your s/i hold similarities to you, is completely like you or completely different from you? do you even have a s/i?

Personality wise, we are very similar. He looks different from me because what human features he has are just kind of how I would want to look (for example, he is bigger than I am and has facial hair, and I want to look like that but I don’t because I’m trans 🥲)

thoughts on AUs/canon divergent things? do you prefer to stick as closely to canon as possible or no?

I love AUs! I’m focusing on canon things right now though; the most canon-divergent things get are the fact that I decided to have Rocket settle down and live with me on Knowhere post vol3 instead of being the new captain.

However, when I was depressed and in 10th grade (as if I’m not still depressed lmao) I kind of coped with the stress and shame of being not “good” enough to go to a normal school by imagining that I went to my weird little school and became friends with the highschool AU Guardians. It was really comforting because they were all also too fucked up for public school, and I felt less lonely. I think I still have some drawings from back then!

quick! your f/o’s just spawned in front of you, now what do you do?!

Well, I would probably be really embarrassed because I’m in my pajamas, but I guess I’d take them outside so we could talk without waking up my parents haha. After telling them where we are, what year it is, etc, then I’d probably tell my parents. My dad would probably kick them out of the house🥲

do they have any superstitions they believe in?

It seems unfair to call this a superstition, but the only thing Rocket really believes in is the afterlife. He didn’t used to, but after seeing the rest of batch 89 in the sky, he’s not so afraid of death anymore.

would you or your f/o ever get matching things? ( keychains, tattoos, shirts, etc ) do they find it cringy or cute?

Rocket and I would have matching necklaces :) Drax really loves our wedding rings— they were a gift from Peter.

who’s more the scaredy cat out of you two?

Me by a long shot. I don’t get squeamish with blood and gore (kind of a requirement in our line of work) but whenever we fight gross looking monsters it really freaks me out. The hellspawn the HE created were by far the worst.

what kind of things is your f/o into? games, music, decor, whatever!

Rocket kind of adopted Peter’s taste in music :) he also likes to watch movies— horror movies especially. That’s something he and I have in common :) I enjoy them for spooks, but he thinks they’re hilarious.

the most random thing you associate with your f/o (foods, shapes, even textures! anything that’s not an obvious)

For Rocket: having really good muscle memory for driving a vehicle, or doing something with your hands. It’s kind of silly but, like, seeing someone solve a Rubik’s cube super fast reminds me of how he puts together scraps of metal.

For Drax: genuine laughter. It’s so lovely <3

anything your f/o absolutely hates, but you absolutely love?

Rocket can’t stand spicy food, but I absolutely love it 😋 and Drax really doesn’t like heat, but I enjoy it :) summer is my favorite season

any aesthetic or -core you associate with your f/o, whether it be due to their design or personality?

Ummmm space pirate :0 I don’t know if that makes sense, but like— have you seen Treasure Planet? That kinda deal. Danger and adventure and really stylish outfits, but also futuristic technology.

who's more likely to die first in a zombie apocalypse lol

Me 💀

do your f/os have any long term wishes or goals? what about your s/i?

For all of us, probably being in a good place to adopt kids. Right now Rocket is still dealing with his past, and Drax is busy helping Nebula with repairing Knowhere, but maybe a couple years in the future we could think about it :)

your favorite f/o fun fact or bit of lore

Rocket loves dancing. He loves singing. He loves music. Especially with Groot, haha— they have a lot of fun. And with Drax, I absolutely adore that he’s so good with kids. I love Nebula’s quote about how he wasn’t made to be a destroyer, he was made to be a dad. It was tragic that he lost his daughter, but the fact that he still has love in his heart to care for the kids we rescued from the High Evolutionary…

Drax is such a sad character, and that isn’t recognized enough. When he and Mantis are on Ego’s planet, and she uses her empathic abilities to feel his emotions and is immediately overwhelmed with sadness, all the while Drax is completely calm. He rarely shows on his face how truly sad he is.

which animal represents your f/o the best?

Um. 🦝

does your f/o run hot or cold?

Rocket hot, Drax cold

free space to gush about whatever you want ♡

I was hoping there’s be a question I’d be able to fit this into (something like “what is a way you help your F/O and vice versa”) but I am a huge sucker for non-sexual intimacy. Rocket has cybernetics on his back, and they need special care to upkeep them, and he used to have Groot take care of that, but after he passed away in the first movie… anyway, at that point, I’m Rocket’s closest friend, so even though I’m nervous as hell because I suck at robotics, Rocket asks me to help with occasional tune ups and cleaning. Hmm I guess I could have added this to our domestic routines… lol whatever. Anyway that trust means a lot to me ❤️

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Psycho Analysis: The 50 Greatest Comic Book Superhero Movie Villains

I think it’s pretty obvious I love villains, considering I have this whole series dedicated to talking about them. And anyone who has followed me for long enough should know that I love superhero movies. So, naturally, I love comic book superhero movie villains. They’re fun, they’re over the top, they’re colorful… They’re the best kinds of villains, especially when a great actor gets pulled in to play them. So why not bring Psycho Analysis back in time for the holidays with a big villain list special?

Here’s the thing: For a long time, comic book movie villains were pretty shitty. You had fun, campy ones every now and then, but most of them were really boring or just plain sucked. You had generic doomsday villains all over the place, or villains who were disrespectful of their comic origins (looking at you, Galactus). Or that’s what I thought going into this, anyway. Turns out there are a lot more villains I would say are genuinely great than ones who I’d call shitty. It’s just the shitty ones are so shitty you think they’re the rule rather than the exception. But that’s another list; right now, we’re celebrating the villains we love to hate.

The rules of this list are simple: So long as the villain has appeared in either a standalone comic book superhero movie, a superhero movie series, or is part of a superhero cinematic universe, they are fair game for this list. I bent the rules a tiny bit in a couple of places, but this is the one consistent rule. This means no Teen Titans Go! To the Movies Slade or Shredder, because despite being based on properties that started as comics, they’re based more on the cartoon version of the characters.

Here are the honorable mentions, the villains who didn’t make the cut for one reason or another (but who I think deserve a shout out regardless): Scarlet Witch (Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness), Gorr (Thor: Love & Thunder), Jigsaw (Punisher: War Zone), Hela (Thor: Ragnarok), Carnage (Venom: Let There Be Carnage), Ebony Maw (Avengers: Infinity War), Steppenwolf (Zack Snyder’s Justice League), The Motherfucker (Kick-Ass 2), and Black Mask (Birds of Prey). Special shout outs to Mr. Mind (Shazam!) and Darkseid (Zack Snyder’s Justice League), who would definitely be on this list if they actually had a chance to do more than look cool and foreshadow future movies (ones that will never happen in the latter’s case). And an apology to Cottonmouth of Luke Cage, a show I have sadly not had a chance to watch; if fan reaction to the character is anything to go by, he’d have ended up on this list. Oh, and if I included comic book movies outside superhero ones, I’d probably have thrown Gideon Gordon Graves (Scott Pilgrim) and maybe, possibly Xerxes (300) on the list as well.

Now, on to the list! Oh, and be aware: There are SPOILERS liberally sprinkled throughout the little blurbs I wrote for each villain.

50. Poison Ivy

Batman & Robin

Even in a film as campy as Batman & Robin, Poison Ivy is outstandingly campy. Uma Thurman knew exactly what she was doing, making everyone’s favorite sapphic, slutty supervillain the icon she deserves to be, even with some truly stupid haircuts. If only Harley was in the movie.. it boggles the mind.

49. Taserface

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

Taserface is one of the funniest minor villains ever. I mean, look at him. This man is absurd, and calls himself “Taserface!” But he’s also scarily effective, pulling off a brutal mutiny and killing most of Yondu’s crew. The man gets no respect up until his death, but he never stops being entertaining.

48. Riddler

Batman Forever

Jim Carrey in his prime as one of the most over-the-top and cartoonish villains in Batman’s rogues gallery? Yes please! This is one of the single campiest performances in either of Schumacher’s Batman films—and that’s saying a lot. He can grate on the nerves a little bit, but Carrey is just having way too much fun. Really didn’t need to see his bulge, though.

47. Sandman

Spider-Man 3

Thomas Haden Church gets big points for being the spitting image of Flint Marko, but he also deserves some credit for delivering a genuinely nuanced and emotional performance in the hot mess of a film he’s in. The scene where he is created is still to this day one of the most powerful moments in any comic book movie ever, a fantastic display of visual storytelling and impressive effects work congealing into a shining moment in a film that doesn’t have many.

46. Obadiah Stane

Iron Man

Stane is a weird one. On the one hand, he’s a precursor to every bad villain in superhero movies to come, as he ends up as a Big Gray CGI Monstrosity with the same powers as the hero. On the other hand, Jeff Bridges is just so delightfully hammy and he is the first of his kind in the modern age, so I think it’s fair to cut him a bit of slack.

45. Red Skull

Captain America: The First Avenger

Hugo Weaving may have initially had little respect for the role, but there’s no denying he put good work into it. Red Skull is sinister, hammy, and deliciously evil, perfect for the pulpy adventure tale of Cap’s debut. I mean, the man backstabs the Third Reich because he considers himself eviler than them, what more could you ask for?

44. Milo

Morbius

Look, you knew at least one “so bad it’s good” villain was gonna be here, and I’ve gotta hand it to Milo; he really makes the most of Morbius’s meticulous mediocrity. Matt Smith I’d clearly having the time of his life, giving a dramatic performance better than this movie deserved and a hammy supervillain performance that this movie desperately needed. And let’s not forget the man has the sickest dance moves this dude of Bully Maguire.

43. Bane

The Dark Knight Rises

The Dark Knight Rises may not be the greatest finale ever, but it did what so many Batman adaptations fail to do: It acknowledged Bane is a cunning mastermind behind the muscles. Throw in an awesome performance from Tom Hardy and a mind-boggling amount of meme-worthy lines and you have yourself a fantastic villain. His truly embarrassing final fate and the fact he was pretty blatantly whitewashed are the only thinga keeping him so low on the list.

42. Violator

Spawn

Spawn may not be the best superhero movie ever, but if there’s one shining spot in it (besides how cool the titular character is), it’s John Leguizamo’s madcap performance as the demonic Clown. Despite being steeped in grimy gross out comedy, he still manages to be fun to watch, mainly because literally everyone around him finds him as disgusting as the audience does. And even if his demon form is hit with janky PS2 CGI, he still manages to get in some badass lines and moments. Bottom line: Leguizamo did not eat actual maggot pizza to miss out on this list.

41. Bullseye

Daredevil

Colin Farrell did not miss the mark with his portrayal of Daredevil’s assassin archenemy. It’s such a fun, hammy, laughably evil performance that helps add a bit of fun to the edgy proceedings by being basically a literal cartoon character come to life. Now if he only got that fucking costume…

40. Arthur Harrow

Moon Knight

Transforming a minor, unimpressive villain from the comics into a credible threat onscreen is par for the course for superhero media, but few end up quite this impressive. Most of the credit has to go to Ethan Hawke, who really gives it his all as the sorcerous cult leader, but I think the imagined version inside Marc’s mind that’s the head doctor of the psychiatric facility is where he really shines, as it plays with our perception a bit.

39. Ultron

Avengers: Age of Ultron and What If…?

Here is a villain desperately seeking a film worthy of him. James Spader is giving such a fun, engaging performance with only a couple of hiccups, but everything around him is just so quippy and stupid that the film struggles to take him seriously. Still, he deserves a spot here at the very least for his incredibly realistic villain origin: He took one look at the internet and decided humanity needed to be destroyed. And hey, if nothing else What If…? gave him a chance to shine and be the threat he deserves to be!

38. Ulysses Klaue

Black Panther

Andy Serkis sadly gets offed halfway through Black Panther, but even with his limited screentime he has become a beloved minor antagonist. It helps he managed to have a fantastic cameo in Age of Ultron (one of the sole bright spots in that film), and that for his role as the first act’s villain in Black Panther Serkis approaches the role with such humor and grimy charm that you’ll probably feel bad when this scumbag ends up in a body bag.

37. The Thinker

The Suicide Squad

The roulette wheel of villains in The Suicide Squad eventually lands on Peter Capaldi’s maniacal mad scientist, and while he doesn’t have any major fights he manages to steal the show with just how slimy and egotistical he is. He’s just a nasty, awful bastard, and being responsible for the final villain going full kaiju rampage is worth making it on this list.

36. Lex Luthor

Superman Returns

It’s so fucking sad that despite being used in almost every Superman film ever made, the onily time his most iconic foe was ever good when he was played by real-life creep Kevin Spacey. But hey, being a villain in real life gives just the right touch of unhinged ego and cockiness Luthor needs.

35. Top Dollar

The Crow

When I made the list of the 30 best comic book superhero movies, I left off The Crow, mainly because I didn’t think of it as a superhero movie (it’s more like a friend to me if I’m being honest). Kind of a harsh snub there, so as an apology Michael Wincott’s effortlessly cool and needlessly cruel gangster overlord gets to take a place on this list. Not many people can bang their half-sibling and still come away being awesome, but somehow owning the Six-Fingered Sword from The Princess Bride and using it in a duel probably goes a long way towards making Top Dollar one of the most memorable crime bosses you’ll ever see.

34. Dr. Sivana

Shazam!

When you have a villain as silly as “Doctor who harnesses the powers of the seven deadly sins because of darkness in his heart to get revenge” you need a damn good actor to pull that off. Mark Strong is a damn good actor, and this is a taste of what we could have had if they let him play Sinestro more than once. I for one can’t wait to see him take orders from an evil caterpillar!

33. Sabretooth

X-Men Origins: Wolverine

Liev Schreiber makes his first mark on this list as Wolverine’s ultraviolent archenemy, and easily the best part of Origins. He’s fun and menacing, and a lot more memorable than whatever the hell that poser in the original X-Men was. The greatest crime of the franchise (besides piss-poor continuity and bad writing and over reliance on Wolverine) was never bringing back Sabretooth to plague good old Logan one more time.

32. Penguin

The Batman

In a movie as dark as this, we need a little bit of levity. Enter Penguin, here imagined as a cartoonish mobster that would almost be out of place if this movie didn’t clearly have a bit of West influence in it. Colin Farrell is no stranger to playing hilariously cartoonish supervillains so in his role here he excels, and it’s easy to see why he’s getting his own spin-off series.

31. Sebastian Shaw

X-Men: First Class

Long before he spent Christmas with the Guardians of the Galaxy, Kevin Bacon terrorized the X-Men in one of their best outings. While he’s not winning any points for comic accuracy, he definitely wins points for being responsible for Magneto’s start of darkness, being the one who killed his mother (and thus a Nazi). He’s a slimy supremacist bastard, and it’s oh so satisfying to watch Magneto make sure there’s zero degrees of separation between his skull and a magnetized coin.

30. Ozymandias

Watchmen

As is often the case with Snyder’s Watchmen, the movie misses the point a bit here. They turned the charming, charismatic, muscular Chad that was the comic Adrian into a cold, brooding, emotionally distant soyboy. It kinda ruins the surprise that this dude is the evil mastermind. Still, with how slavishly loyal the film is, it still manages to make Veidt one of the finest and most morally complex supervillains to hit the big screen… he’s just not quite as impressive as his comic version (though really, who is?).

29. Zemo

Captain America: Civil War and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Zemo is the obvious evolution of the supervillain archetype Loki codified, but he is far more refined. His motives are solid and understandable, his methods are heinous enough to root against, and he makes some valid points. Then he proceeds to do what not even Thanos could: He tears the Avengers apart. He’s the rare villain who actually wins, the rarer villain who actually gets to live, and the rarest villain of all who gets to return, steal the show with awkward dance moves and praising Marvin Gaye, and—most crucially—look cool wearing a purple sock on his head.

28. Ocean Master

Aquaman

Good old Orm doesn’t make the list by being the deepest or most complex character (though he’s not lacking in depth and is pretty understandable in some of his motives), but by being just so delightfully comic booky. He’s hammy, he poses, he wears a silly helmet, and he acts as a great narrative foil for our hero. Bonus points for not only being a villain who is at least a little justified to the point he’s redeemed—by the power of love, no less!—but one who survives the movie to get more development later on.

27. Doctor Doom

The Fantastic Four

The unreleased Fantastic Four film of the 90s may have been hobbled by a budget consisting of change they found in the couch cushions, but the love and respect for the source material always managed to shine through. Nowhere is that more evident than with Doom; he’s hammy, he’s grandiose, he has a giant castle and throne room, he acts like everyone except him is a total idiot, and he won’t stop calling Reed a douchebag even when he’s about to fall to his ambiguous death. He may not put up much of a fight, but this Doom is head and shoulders above Dooms with a thousand times the budget.

26. Justin Hammer

Iron Man 2

Iron Man 2 is a sloppy film that was a grim omen of problems that would plague the MCU later down the line, but it did one thing right in giving the world the inimitable Justin Hammer. Where Tony Stark is an idealized fantasy billionaire who is actually a good person who wants to help people, Hammer is a more realistic take to serve as a contrast. He’s smug, he’s smarmy, he engages in all manner of illegal activity to undermine his betters, and most crucially he is an incredible idiot. This man is basically the MCU version of Elon Musk, but where Musk’s attempts at trying to be cool are pathetic and cringeworthy, Hammer’s attempts to ape Tony’s style just serve to make him endearing. And do you think Musk could ever have dance moves half as sick as Hammer’s? Get real.

25. The Grandmaster

Thor: Ragnarok

It’s Jeff Goldblum as space Caligula. ‘Nuff said.

24. Mr. Freeze

Batman & Robin

People have ragged on Arnold’s campy Freeze for years due to his non-stop barrage of ice puns, but much like his home movie he’s honestly not as bad as the haters would make you think. Schwarzenegger is adept at both comedy and drama, and is able to deftly balance the tragic melodrama of Freeze’s backstory and his campy cartoonishness, all while wearing one of the coolest costumes ever seen. And you know what? The ice puns aren’t that bad. Chill out.

23. Prowler

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

Uncle Aaron is an inspired take on Uncle Ben, a character who has been done to death (literally). The positive dynamic he has with his nephew is familiar, but the fact he has a criminal alter ego who is relentlessly and unknowingly hunting his beloved nephew down for Kingpin is a fresh take on a tired tale. He still dies, and his death is the catalyst for Miles to fully embrace being Spider-Man, while alive he is equal parts menacing force and tragic figure. With apologies to Miss Octavius, he’s definitely the best secondary antagonist in the film.

22. Penguin

Batman Returns

Danny DeVito’s portrayal of Penguin as a tragic, deformed monster as opposed to a classy gangster has gone on to inform basically every portrayal of the character since, to the point where sticking closer to the character’s roots is seen as weird. It’s not a surprise, though; DeVito manages to make Penguin a menacing, creepy villain as well as a pitiable figure all at once.

21. Vulture

Spider-Man: Homecoming

Michael Keaton is no stranger to comic book movies, and here he demonstrated he is just as adept at playing badass villains as he is at playing heroes. Taking one of Spider-Man’s corniest villains and giving him a high tech upgrade and sympathetic motivation was a smart move, as was keeping him noble even in the end. Of course, his best scene doesn’t even have him in his bird suit; it has him in his regular clothes, slowly piecing together the truth about Peter while the boy sits in the backseat of his car. Keaton’s acting in the car ride scene is something else entirely.

20. Loki

Marvel Cinematic Universe

I was personally not a huge fan of Loki’s turn as an out and out doomsday villain in the first Avengers movie, but it’s hard to deny his impact on the medium and how he was the first villain in the MCU to actually have nuance, which was much better showcased in the Thor films. And you’ll never hear a bad word from me about Tom Hiddleston’s performance, which is fantastic no matter what he’s in, up to being the best part of every episode of What If...? he’s in. It’s no wonder Loki got his own spin-off show with all that in mind.

19. White Dragon

Peacemaker

Peacemaker’s dad is probably the biggest piece of shit on this list, being an openly racist neo-Nazi supervillain and one of the most abusive fathers you’ll ever see. By all accounts he shouldn’t be as cool as he is, but between Robert Patrick’s fantastic performance and James Gunn being a master of writing conflicts between parents and children like this, he becomes an enjoyable hate sink you oh so badly want to see get what’s coming to him. And even better, despite being built up as a genius inventor and badass villain, he makes crucial errors in his suit’s construction that leads to his demise, showing once and for all that for all their posturing, white supremacists are just fucking morons who fold like wet paper at the slightest opposition.

18. General Zod

Superman II

Terrence Stamp took a villain who wasn’t quite iconic and managed to make him on the level of Luthor when it comes to Superman villains almost anyone could name, to the point where Stamp’s portrayal influenced the comic version going forwards. He has an air of class and menace that makes it pretty easy to want to kneel before him. Zod has become a little overexposed, being the go-to Superman bad guy when they don’t feel like using Luthor, but when the original take was this good it’s seriously hard to fault them too much.

17. Mysterio

Spider-Man: Far From Home

Mysterio isn’t just brilliant because he’s a fun, meta take on a great goofy comic villain, with him and his team essentially being Marvel movie creators gone bad, fabricating CGI spectacle to gain accolades. And he’s not just brilliant because of that fantastic illusion sequence where he puts Spidey through a dizzying nightmare trip. No, he’s brilliant because not only did he convince the world at large that he’s an incredible hero, he managed to convince some audience members that he’s just a poor, innocent worker who was taken advantage of by his former billionaire boss (which ignores so much, but especially that he’s working with someone who was complicit in dealing arms to terrorists). He’s certainly not a hero, but he’s most definitely a master of illusions.

16. Starro

The Suicide Squad

Starro serves as the final boss of The Suicide Squad, unleashing kaiju destruction on Corto Maltese. And like all great kaiju, there is an air of tragedy to the big starfish; he never wanted any of this, in its final moments choosing to lament how content it was to simply drift through space before it was kidnapped and forced to undergo perverse experiments at the hands of the American government (and particularly Thinker). Starro doesn’t even want to fight the Squad at first, implying it’s grateful to them for freeing it from torture. The Squad may not put much thought into how tragic Starro’s lot is, but the audience sure will.

15. Agatha Harkness

WandaVision

In a technical sense, Agatha didn’t do too much wrong besides gaslight Wanda in an attempt to steal her powers. Sure, she kidnaps Wanda’s kids and kills their dog, but none of those things are real; and sure, she hypnotized Ralph Bohner (heh) into thinking he was Quicksilver, but it’s no worse than Wanda’s mass brainwashing of Westview. But she just relishes so much in being a wicked witch, from her torment of Wanda to her insanely catchy villain song, that I’m inclined to take her word for it and say she’s a bad guy. She’s definitely getting some kind of redemption in her own show, but for now Kathryn Hahn camping it up like she just walked off the set of Hocus Pocus can take high marks on this list.

14. Amanda Waller

DC Cinematic Universe

I don’t think there has ever been such an impressive turnaround for a comic book villain ever. It was never a matter of Viola Davis, who gave her all from day one, but a matter of how abysmal the writing in Suicide Squad was, portraying her as an incompetent idiot who was still allowed to get away with everything in the end. Once Gunn took the reigns of the franchise, though, Waller finally got her due, sending an entire squad to their death as a distraction and basically playing 4D chess for the whole movie. She gets her comeuppance too, so it’s a lot more satisfying watching her win a few schemes when you know she can lose a few too. Being a greater-scope villain for Peacemaker just further cemented her as being the magnificent bitch the character should be; we can only hope she keeps it up in her next major appearance.

13. Kingpin

Daredevil (The movie and the Netflix series), Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

It’s honestly amazing that a villain as seemingly simple as Wilson Fisk has not only been done differently three times in ways that make him cool and engaging, but he’s also maintained a high level of quality in every appearance. Michael Clarke Duncan brought size and intimidation to his version, doing so well despite Daredevil’s weak theatrical cut he got to reprise the role in the underrated Spider-Man: The New Animated Series; Liev Schreiber voiced the memeiest version of the character to date, one who even holds the distinction of killing one Spider-Man and inadvertently creating another; and Vincent D’onofrio is so good he managed to pull the entire Netflix Daredevil show into the MCU canon with his appearance in Hawkeye. Fisk would be the easiest villain in the world to half-ass and make generic, but we’ve been blessed with fantastic actors in the role. Kingpin gets the distinction of being the one of only two villains with multiple entries in one spot.

12. Kilgrave

Jessica Jones

David Tennant is the third and final former Doctor to make the list, and he’s so good at being a bad I bent the rules ever so slightly to get him in on the list. The canonicity of Jessica Jones to the MCU is a bit unclear right now, but do we really want to live in a world where his fantastically chilling performance is Thanos’d from the timeline? A walking avatar of rape culture and a laundry list of microagressions, Kilgrave is one of the slimiest, most sadistic, most reprehensible characters ever conceived… and yet you can’t help but love to hate him.

11. Catwoman

Batman Returns

There have been plenty of Catwomans in film, with her being portrayed as a hero, an anti-hero, and even a silly Silver Age villainess. But I think Miss Kyle was done best as an antagonist in the hands of Michelle Pfeiffer, who absolutely nails the dynamic between Selina and Bruce (and their alter egos) as well as portraying the inherent tragedy of this take on the character. Throw in Pfeiffer looking damn fine in that costume and her handling the whip like a pro, and you have what might just be the purr-fect Catwoman.

10. Namor

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Phase 4 of the MCU was largely uneven, with villains who could have been great under better circumstances being held back by sloppy narrative choices. Big names like Gorr and Scarlet Witch were let down by weak stories, so there was a sense of dread I had going into Wakanda Forever that they’d let down one of Marvel’s oldest and most iconic anti-heroes. I had nothing to worry about in the end; Tenoch Huerta brought the character to life with all the charm, charisma, and command of the screen the Sub-Mariner deserves, and boy does he look good. The story treats him with the respect he deserves (no jokes about his ankle wings!) and while he’s certainly no Killmonger, he easily cements himself as a fantastic anti-hero who you can’t wait to see more of. And really, I can’t stress this enough: He is really fucking hot.

9. Riddler

The Batman

I’m sure I’m in the same boat as a lot of people, where I saw the Zodiac-inspired getup of the new Riddler and thought this was going to be a Nolanesque gritty reimagining of the character. But lo and behold, we got something infinitely better: A Riddler that utilizes all manner of gruesome Saw traps while also maintaining the hilarious campy quality that’s inherent to the character. He sends personalized greeting cards with clues, he hosts evil livestreams for his fans, he sings “Ave Maria” to Batman, and most importantly he has a sick sense of humor. I love Jim Carrey, but he ain’t got shit on Paul Dano when it comes to riddlin’.

8. Joker

Batman: The Movie, Batman, The Dark Knight, and Joker

Joker is a character who always manages to get a fresh take despite being absolutely done to death, and each interpretation highlights a different aspect that makes the character great. Romero’s Joker is very much the playful, criminal prankster; Nicholson is the swaggering, comically violent gangster; Ledger is the chilling, maniacal anarchist; and Phoenix is the disturbed, broken man who had one really bad day. And the one thing common across all of them is that each of them has made the Joker a consistently compelling and engaging villain. And while he hasn’t done enough yet to get in on this spot of the list entirely, Barry Keoghan deserves a shout out for portraying Joker as he truly is: A giggling, hideous, conniving freak.

7. Thanos

Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Endgame

Thanos was a villain nearly a decade in the making, getting teased in The Avengers before making sporadic appearances here and there. His lack of direct action in the franchise had some worried… and then he stole the show in Infinity War, kicked everyone’s ass, and emerged victorious. They managed to take a villain whose main goal in the comics is to fuck a skeleton and somehow make him work, namely by keeping his headstrong self-righteousness intact even if he isn’t trying to bone the grim reaper, with Josh Brolin delivering one of the finest performances of his career. There are other villains that are better than him, but there aren’t any villains who truly feel as grand of epic as he did, and with DC dropping Darkseid from their cinematic universe it’s doubtful there ever will be one again, at least not for a very long time.

6. Doctor Octopus

Spider-Man 2 and Spider-Man: No Way Home

Alfred Molina’s Otto Octavius is an excellent contrast to Dafoe’s Goblin. Where Gobby is hammy, hilarious, and gleefully sadistic, Octavius is grandiose in a more understated way and a lot more tragic, while still managing to be as fun as a mad scientist with robot tentacles should be. You can definitely tell Molina is bringing his stage acting skills to the table here with how he carries himself and delivers his lines, making Octavius stand out among the more traditionally campy villains in Raimi’s other films. He got to return for an encore in No Way Home and gets the awesome fight scene and redemption arc he deserved, fully rounding him out and giving the diabolical doctor a happy ending all while proving that he makes movies better just by being in them.

5. Xu Wenwu

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

Shang-Chi would be a nearly perfect movie if not for one thing: It kills off one of the single greatest and most complex villains in the MCU for a CGI dragon battle. They managed to take two of the most infamous “Yellow Peril” characters in pop culture (Fu Manchu and the Mandarin) and gave him depth and complexity, his complicated relationship with his children driving the plot more than anything else. It’s a testament to how good the writing and how good Tony Leung’s performance is that he’s this high, because despite his death the impact on his children doesn’t disappear just because it’s time for CGI monsters. This more than makes up for how lame Guy Pearce Mandarin was, that’s for sure.

4. Ego

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

Familial conflict is the cornerstone of many great villains, and Ego has that in spades. At first it seems like Marvel’s living planet has undergone adaptational kindness, with him genuinely coming across as a fun father figure to Peter, but that just makes the big twist hit even harder. Ego becomes even nastier retroactively, as on top of what he did to Peter’s mother and scores of his own children, the holiday special reveals Mantis is his child and he only kept her alive as a slave for her powers. He’s genuinely one of the nastiest, most twisted villains the MCU ever showed us, and he more than lives up to his name with his narcissistic plan to reshape the universe in his image. Kurt Russell absolutely knocked it out of the park with his performance.

3. Magneto

X-Men film series

Be it Sir Ian McKellan or Michael Fassbender, you could always count on one thing with Magneto: He’d be one of the most compelling parts of the film. Watch McKellan and Fassbender carry The Last Stand and Apocalypse, respectively, and see how this iconic anti-villain can make even the biggest turds watchable. And when the movie is genuinely good, such as X2, First Class, or Days of Future Past… That’s where the real fun comes in. Magneto is one of the single greatest characters ever created, and thankfully even with the spotty track record of the X-Men films it never felt like he wasn’t given his due.

2. Green Goblin

Spider-Man and Spider-Man: No Way Home

We can argue all day about whether or not his costume is stupid, but one thing that is utterly inarguable is that Willem Dafoe delivered the gold standard for hammy supervillains. Playing up the Goblin as something of a split personality, Dafoe can instantly switch from the sympathetic Norman to the cackling Gobby with ease, something really demonstrated by his return in No Way Home. Across two cinematic universes, Gobby proved himself to be Spidey’s greatest and most personal foe, and more importantly than that he proved to be an endless fountain of memes thanks to his insanely quotable lines. If you’re making a cackling, campy comic book movie villain, they are gonna have to try really hard to make it out of Gobby’s shadow.

1. Erik Killmonger

Black Panther

When I began making this list, there was never any question who number one was going to be. Of fucking course it was always gonna be Killmonger, a villain who is so cool, stylish, badass, and complex that he completely redeems the film’s awkward PS3 cutscene of a final battle thanks to his genuinely impactful death scene immediately after. He’s so good that when he shows up for a surprise appearance in Wakanda Forever he absolutely and completely eclipses how great Namor is and reminds us all why he was such a great villain with only a single scene. What’s most impressive, however, is that technically he did win in the end, being directly responsible for T’Challa dying as well as inspiring him during life to open up to the world and try and help black people around the world. Michael B. Jordan proves once and for all that whatever problems his role as Johnny Storm had, it wasn’t on him; the man is one of the best actors of our time.

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