#peter quill reader insert

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

just to be nearby

Peter Quill x F!Reader

Prompt: "I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

Summary: quill has spent months drunkenly wallowing over gamora, and you’ve been avoiding him the whole time. now, he’s impossible to escape, but you might be just the thing he needs to start to move on. 

Warnings: adult content, alcoholism, angst

Word Count: 1,782

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You stirred as you felt the mattress shift beneath you, a second’s confusion clouding your tired mind before you recognized the familiar rhythm of his breathing and the scent of leather and warm spice. Still, your brow furrowed even as your fingers stropped curling around the handle of the blade tucked between the mattress and the wall beside it.

“Quill?”

He hesitated where he loomed over you, and you rolled over, halfway onto your back to crane your neck towards him. It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the lack of light, but you made out the shape of him, a shadow in a darker shade of black than the room around him. His voice came quietly, his words heavy. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Did you—?” Only the fact that you were still half-asleep stopped you from scoffing incredulously. Still, the darkness kept your volume no higher than a hiss. “It’s the middle of the night and you’ve just broken into my quarters! Of course you woke me!”

“Sorry,” he said again, and you frowned as you noticed the slurring of his words. You inhaled, the all-too-familiar scent of alcohol flooding your nose. “Sorry, I—”

You sighed, running a hand over your eyes. The last few days… you’d thought he’d been improving. After Mantis dropped their familial bomb and after all the crap with Kevin Bacon… he’d seemed like he was starting to ease up with the self-medication over losing Gamora. You’d lost count of how many times you’d watched the others pull him up from where he’d passed out on the floor or slumped over a table and carry him off to his bunk. But you… you’d been keeping your distance.

“You’re drunk, Quill.” you said, and he shook his head, but it wasn’t so much a denial as it was just tired acceptance. “How’d you even get in here?”

You’re barely made out the shrug of one of his shoulders. “Picked it.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat up. You caught hold of his bicep as he swayed unsteadily, threatening to fall of the edge of the bed. “Of course, you did,” you replied dryly. “You can barely stay upright, but you picked my lock, no problem.”

How you hadn’t woken up during the minutes he’d undoubtedly spent fumbling drunkenly at the lock, you had no idea.

“Need a better lock.”

“I’ll make a note of it.”

He chuckled weakly, his voice catching in his throat. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Quill?”

He sighed, moving to stand up. You found yourself moving instinctively with him despite yourself, catching hold of his wrist as his arm slipped out of your grasp. He stopped, and even in the dark, you could see his face turn back towards yours. You chewed the inside of your lip for a moment before speaking again.

“What are you doing in here?”

You felt his arm turn under your fingers and a shiver ran through you as his hand encircled your own wrist. His skin was warm against yours despite the cool air of your cabin. His grip was light, almost uncertain.

“Quill?”

“You’re avoiding me.”

You hesitated, taken aback. Honestly, you’d thought he’d been so drunk and so stuck on wallowing in that pit he’d built over Gamora that he wouldn’t even notice your absence. Or if he did, he wouldn’t care. You released his arm, but his own hand tightened ever-so-slightly on your wrist.

“You… you’re avoidin’ me,” he said again, and his voice thickened slightly, the beginnings of tears lodged in his throat. “She’s gone and you’re… I’m so sick of being…”

Alone.

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him towards you. Peter’s arms banded around your middle tightly, burying his face in the curve of your neck. A shiver ran up your spine at the warmth of his breath against your shoulder, at the heat of his hand spread against your side.

He lingered in your embrace, sighing shakily against your skin as you reached up to run your finger through his hair. The curls were soft under your touch, and his arms tightened further around you as your fingernails just barely teased against his scalp. His body was so warm, and even the scent of booze couldn’t erase that feeling creeping up inside you.

You swallowed, forcing it down as you slowly pulled away from him again. “I’m sorry, Quill.”

He nodded again, his hands sliding around to briefly hold your waist. “I should…” he cleared his throat as he stood again on shaky legs. “I should go back to—”

“You can stay,” you said before reasonable thought could stop you, and you felt heat rise in your cheeks. “I mean… you can stay here tonight if you want… I kinda don’t trust you to make it back to your quarters without hurting yourself.”

You were such an asshole.

Peter stood still for a moment before he moved to rejoin you, and you shifted backward on the mattress to make room for him. Tugging the blankets back as he removed his boots, you found yourself averting you gaze as he sat beside you, despite there being no reason to. Quill didn’t seem to notice, and he pulled the blankets up over the both of you as he settled down against the pillows.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You smiled softly in the darkness. “S’okay.”

You made move to roll over and face the window, but Peter wrapped his arms around you before you could. He tugged you towards him gently, tucking his face against your hair. He exhaled slowly, and your eyes widened as his hands spread over your back, one between your shoulder blades. You’d only worn a tank top and shorts to bed, and his palm made your bare skin tingle. Your hands curled against his stomach; your face buried in his chest.

Quill’s breathing steadied slowly, becoming deeper with each exhale. The hand resting on the small of your back curled the fabric of your tank top softly, and you swallowed. Still, despite the pounding of your heart against its cage and just how unaccustomed you were to sharing your space so intimately, you found the sound of his own heart and the rise and fall of his chest steadily lulling you to unconsciousness.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured. He said it so quietly you almost thought you could have imagined it, if it wasn’t for the ever-so-slight tightening of his arms around you. You felt his lips brush gently over your forehead with his words, just below your hairline, in what could have just maybe been a kiss.

The briefest brush of his lips against your skin and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. And, without really thinking, you leaned up in his arms and, with a moment’s hesitation… pressed a kiss of your own to his throat.

You felt his adam’s apple bob under your lips before you pulled away. Peter shifted back; his face barely lit by the window behind you as he met your gaze. His eyes were dark in the muted light and they searched yours questioningly. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears; feel your blood throbbing through every part of you. His eyes were magnetic, the lines of his face stark within the shadows. His lips parted as though he might say something else, and your gaze flickered towards them for a moment.

And then, after what felt like a forever hanging between the two of you, ever so slowly, Peter brought his lips down to yours.

He kissed you slowly, searchingly, his lips so soft against yours that his kiss was barely more than a whisper against your lips. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt as your disbelief melted away, his facial hair teasing at your chin. His hand ghosted up along the side of your throat, his fingers sliding gently against the side of your face to curl in your hair. His thumb brushed over your cheek as you separated long enough to breathe, and you shivered.

Quill’s palm was so warm, his chest firm under your own hands. The worn fabric of his shirt bunched under your fingers, riding up just slightly enough to expose the line of his hipbone. His hand left your hair to trail down over your bare arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake before claiming your hip.

His grip urged you even closer to him as he kissed you again, pressing your hips into his. His thigh tucked between your knees, and you whimpered into his mouth. Peter’s hand slipped around to the small of your back, his touch sliding under your shirt to tease the sensitive skin of your lower back.

You took his face in your hands, fingers sliding through his beard. Quill groaned headily in response.

He pulled away to press his forehead against yours, his breathing hard. “Fuck…”

His voice was like a shock of cold water down your spine, and you jerked away from him instinctively.

Peter hesitated, his brow furrowing. His hand returned to your waist, smoothing your tank top back down over your exposed skin.

“We…” you swallowed, forcing yourself to take a shaking breath to steady yourself. Your hands had slipped down to rest on his shoulders, and you grasped his shirt in your hands. “…We shouldn’t… Peter, we can’t do this.”

His eyes closed, and you reached up to touch your hand to his cheek again. Your fingers were shaking slightly.

“We can’t do this when you’re missing someone else.”

“Y/N…”

You shook your head, and you could hear budding, unshed tears in the back of your voice. “I can’t be a stand-in for Gamora, Peter.”

How long had it been since you’d said her name?

He nodded, his face pressed into your palm, and you wiped away a tear with your thumb as it caught the light from the window.

“I’m sorry, Peter.”

He shook his head, swallowing thickly. “No, I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t’ve…”

Quill moved to pull further away from you, to leave the warmth of the bed, and you grabbed his shoulder, urging him back to facing you.

“You don’t have to go, Peter.”

“I should—”

“Please, don’t.”

He hesitated, eyes on yours, before he nodded slowly. You pulled him back into your arms gently, wrapping them around him. His head moved to rest against your chest, and you stroked your fingers through his curls as he banded his arms around your waist. You could feel him shudder softly in your embrace, could feel tears dampen your shirt.

But ever so slowly, the two of you fell asleep.

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[𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤] Star-Lord x Reader

Summary: You're sent on a mission to another planet and catch the attention of your ally. This takes place in the Marvel Rivals Universe; this Star-Lord might vary from the MCU!

warnings: brief 'love interest protects you from a creep' trope, canon-typical violence in the beginning, chronic use of (Y/N) in this bad boy

Your vision is clouded by thick smoke as buildings come crashing down around you. In this war-torn city, there's nothing to count on but your instincts, your weapons-

"Woo-hoo! Two points for the Star-Lord!"

Oh, and your idiot ally who's somersaulting through the air. The two of you and four others were called here on a mission to transport something to somewhere; frankly, neither of you read the brief, but it doesn't seem like you needed to.

Your new friend, Star-Lord you think you heard him say, lands right in front you. With the area quiet and the haze finally dissipating, you both lower your weapons and check your surroundings. Though it's out of sight and being watched over by the rest of your team, you're sure the objective has just about reached its destination. You watch as he removes his mask to say something, and he's so pretty you almost miss the enemy movement coming from behind him.

"Hah! did you see tha-"

"Duck."

"Goose?" you groan and shove him to the floor for his protection as you raise your gun, knocking out the Psylocke who was racing to get you when your defenses were low.

"Ohh, Nice one! She's so quiet!" He cheers you on from the ground as you extend your arm to help him up, rolling your eyes but smiling at the flattery. Once he’s up, neither of you let go of each others arms for a moment. It takes you a second to realize you’ve stared at him for just a bit too long, and once you do you jerk your hand off him as though you’ve been burned and clear your throat. Just as you let go of each other, you hear Captain America shouting your names from a few streets over.

Once you're all grouped up, you're notified there's been no known casualties on either side and that the mission was a success. With that, you're all free to go, and you want nothing more than a peaceful, quiet walk on the way to the hotel you've booked for the night. With all this multiverse bullshit going on, it's been over a month since you were given approval to head back to Earth where you belonged. Travelling the universe has been exciting and all, but you can't help but miss home; the closest you've been able to find to it is a room for one built in a style you could maybe find somewhere on your planet.

"Hey! You!" you hear the sputtering of fuel behind you followed by a thump as your friendly pursuer lands as gracefully as he can beside you, "I never got your hero name!" Maybe this walk won't be as peaceful as you hoped.

You've seen him around before during missions, and he's even tried speaking to you a couple times, but you've just been so inside your head lately you've shut out just about everyone. As annoying as he might be, part of you is glad he's not the type to give up.

"I don't have one. (Y/N) is fine." You look up at him and catch the most upset look he could muster.

"(Y/N)? Fine normal name, I guess. But that can't be your hero name! I saw you out there, you were awesome!" You can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm, and his smile widens even more, "Tell you what, I'll come up with one for you."

Your giggle grows into a laugh, "Absolutely not, Star-Lord."

"What's wrong with Star-Lord? It's badass!" You want to say what you really think, that his name is both bad and ass, but it'd feel like kicking a friendly dog, so you swallow your jab.

"I guess it's a hero-name of some kind, which might be better than nothing." You humour him.

"So you'll let me pick?"

"I'll let you come up with ideas."

He proceeds to spitball the worst names you have ever heard in your entire life, which eventually spiral into any noun he can think of followed by 'lord'. You can tell that at a certain point he stopped trying and is just trying to make you laugh, but that doesn't mean it's not working.

"Gun-Lord?"

"Be- Because you saw me with a gun?" You can barely contain your giggles enough to answer.

"Too on the nose, huh?" He grins down at you, but you don't catch the adoration in his eyes.

Eventually you calm yourself down, "These suggestions have been so helpful, don't get me wrong, but I don't think we've found the winner quite yet."

"Give me a bit, maybe I'll come back tomorrow with some more heavy-hitters. We'll get you that name eventually. Where are we headed, by the way?" He looks around and notices you've reached the untouched part of the city, though the citizens are still, understandably, in a bit of a panic.

"I'm headed to my hotel. Where are you staying?"

"Pff, lame. I stay in a ship with my crew, you can stay there if you want!"

"Your... crew?"

"You haven't heard of us? The Guardians of the Galaxy?"

"Uhh, I might've heard that cute armed raccoon mention something like that? You know him?"

He laughs, "Don't call him that in front of him, he's a bit feral. But yeah, He works with me. So does Mantis and Groot."

"Weird crew you've got going on."

"You'd fit right in!" You can tell he definitely didn't mean it as an insult, "I'd have to get to know you a little better, but I think we could use someone like you, you know." You laugh again, but this time it's in disbelief. He can't be serious.

"I... I kind of have a life on Earth, I think. As tempting as it is to fuck off into space and do... space things together. I don't even know your name."

"I prefer Star-Lord, but Peter works too. And I think you're underestimating how cool the space things are. Come on, you're curious aren't you? Let me show you my ship."

You pause for a moment and think it over. You'd never join his crew, but there's just something about him that makes the thought of seeing him again so exciting. You wonder if other people find him so charming or just paint him as egotistical.

"Sure. Yeah. Meet me sometime tomorrow, maybe?"

"Your hotel, 10:00 AM?"

"Done."

You spend the rest of the walk talking mostly about Peter. You love asking the questions and he loves answering even more. You learn about his life in space, that he's not totally human like you thought, and you even get into discussing music by the time you've reached the lobby.

"I guess that's it for today." You try to hide your disappointment as you both stand a few feet from the front desk—you already know him well enough to sense he doesn't need more of an ego boost.

"Yeah. It was great running into you, you kicked ass on the field."

"You too," you look up at him but suddenly have the urge to avoid eye contact, "Thanks for walking me back."

"Anytime."

***

Your night at the hotel felt longer than usual and you couldn't quite make out why. Maybe the room just wasn't as comforting as it looked in the pictures. Maybe you didn't get as much sleep as you wanted because you were too excited to see this spaceship you've heard so much about. Whatever the case, 10:00AM couldn't come fast enough, and by 9:30, you were already sitting in the hotel lobby, your leg bouncing with excitement. You feverishly check your watch and sneak glances out the tall, sunlit windows hoping you'd see your talkative new friend. 'Relax. You're never this antsy over a man,' You try to tell yourself. You sigh and close your eyes to ground yourself a little more.

"Stood up?" A gravelly, unfamiliar voice asks you.

"Huh?" Your eyes shoot open and dart towards the stranger in front of you. He's older, lean, and a bit too close for comfort. You stand up and take a step back. He takes a step forward.

"I asked if you got stood up. A pretty lady like you shouldn't be all alone." You can smell the alcohol; he's probably from the hotel bar. 'This early? Gross.'

"No, I'm just a bit early. Thanks for your concern, but you can head back to the bar."

"You should join me. You'd have more fun with my buddies and I." You're not sure if you should knock his lights out now or try to get someone's attention; you absolutely hate making a scene, and you can't tell what would cause less of a disturbance to the otherwise empty lobby.

"This guy bothering you?" You feel a hand on your waist, and you hate to admit it, but it provides a sense of comfort. You fight your instinct to roll your eyes—of course he of all people would love to save the damsel in distress; he's probably practiced that line in the mirror.

Nevertheless, you lean into him to sell your relationship a bit more, "I think we're fine. He was just leaving."

The creep goes pale; Peter is large. Even when drunk, he knows there's no way in hell he was going to beat him in a fight.

"Uhh. That's right. Have a great day, you two." He stumbles back towards wherever he came from, and you quickly turn to face your saviour.

"My hero." Sarcasm drips from your voice, "Thank you for saving me, Star-Lord." You roll your eyes and everything, but after saying hero, nothing else could penetrate his skull.

He smiles widely and his face tints red at the use of his name, clearly oblivious to your mockery, "No problem! It's expected of a Guardian like me." You can't help but laugh; He's just so dumb.

On the way out of the lobby, you quickly check your watch—‘9:43; he’s early, too.’ You smile to yourself, trying to keep it subtle.

You sharply inhale the strange, almost Earth-like air as he leads you in the direction of the aircraft dock near the edge of the city.

"It's still strange to me that ship docks even exist," You try to break the silence, "We've never had a need on Earth."

"Yeah, it's mostly a No-Fly zone for the other planets. Doesn't help that there's not much there anyway."

"Earth has a lot of problems, but it's not bad, I think. Maybe you should visit sometime. I've only just left and I'm already pretty homesick." It's only a half-truth; You've felt this way since you've left your family for S.H.I.E.L.D—it's a lonely life, being a hero.

"... Maybe. I don't know. My home's on that ship now. I'm not even sure what family I've got left there on Terra." You can tell he's got mixed feelings about his life back on Earth. You know better than to pry.

You only notice now that his hand is still on your waist from the lobby once he sighs and tightens his grip around you a little. You're farther from Earth than you've ever been, but you notice that the closer you are to Peter, the less you feel that pit in your stomach telling you to come home. And it’s probably wishful thinking, but you hope that maybe he feels the same way around you.

***

"Who the flark is this?" You separate from Peter only to use him as a shield from the talking raccoon,

"Uh, we've been on missions together before? I'm the gun girl?" you squeak out from behind him. You wanted to make a good impression, but it's a little hard to do when you're the only one on the ship with manners.

He squints, "... Widow?"

"No, the other one."

"Oh." He completely loses interest in you and goes back to working on whatever death machine he's tinkering with. You're not sure whether to be relieved or take offence.

"Yeah, that's Rocket. He's a real sweetheart." Peter takes to holding your hand as he guides you through the ship, meeting the rest of his crew one by one. It's an interesting group on a near dysfunctional aircraft, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't see the appeal.

Eventually, Peter leads you to the cockpit. Your eyes widen as you step towards the control panel.

"You can actually fly this thing?" You ask in awe, with one hand still holding his and the other tracing over the dashboard. You don't need to look at him to hear the smugness in his voice,

"Yup. Pretty cool, right? We'd have to get a seat added for you if you stay with us long enough, but it shouldn't take long to install."

"And where would I sleep if I were to ditch my hotel like you mentioned?" Again, you're definitely not considering joining his crew. You just want out of that hotel and you have a healthy curiosity.

"Uh... There's always my room?" Your head jolts to Peter who's shooting you his best flirtatious grin. It's goofy.

You giggle, "Only if you're fine with sleeping on the floor." Truth be told, staying with him does sound a lot better than a dingy hotel with a lobby that serves alcohol at 9:00AM. But you're not the type to sleep with someone you've only just met, even if you really want to, and even if it's only in the literal sense. Besides, you like Peter, but it’s hard to know just how many cute girls received the same treatment before you.

"Fair enough," He sighs, "There's a spare bedroom that's all yours if you want it."

"I might just take you up on it. Did you know S.H.I.E.L.D isn't even covering my room costs? total bullshit." You tactically leave out that you can more than afford it and you just want to spend more time with him (and maybe Mantis, who seemed absolutely lovely).

"Sounds good, we'll both be here for a couple weeks anyway until we're given the go-ahead to... what was it? 'Fuck off and do space things?'"

"That's right."

"Right. So yeah, My ship is your ship or whatever. But not really." You giggle and note the possessiveness he has over the Milano, "Welcome aboard... Earth-Woman?"

"Absolutely not."

This time it's his turn to laugh, "The next one is gonna be killer though, Trust me."

You smile at him before gently squeezing his hand then letting go to fully face the cockpits windows. You can only imagine the stars and planets this ship has seen, captained by someone who, in your eyes, might be even prettier than the galaxy itself. Not that you'd ever say that to his face, of course.

***

As you tuck yourself into the spare bedroom you had to spend the day cleaning out (it was unknowingly used as a storage room for Rocket's stolen garbage), you notice that your typical sense of loneliness and dread is nowhere to be found. That homesickness you've been carrying for much longer than you'd left Earth has vanished completely, and you can't help but think it might have something to do with that handsome, snoring idiot who's in the room across from yours.

Notes: -2303 words

- please check out my ko-fi if u liked this! i’m a broke college student working full time, it’s hard to find the time to make these D:

-i'd love to make a sequel but its heavily dependent on how this first part performs! (that means you should like or reblog if u liked this ;)), without a part two this ones cute but on the underwhelming side imho -could be heavily out of character, I'm going almost exclusively off his voice lines in the game! feel free to shoot an ask recommending changes to the shot :) -nothing else to say, i love him so much <3

[angelofthenight]

You, walking into a room: Hey, Adam.

Quill: Do you just not see the other ten people in the room who are your closest friends or-

[pastelghoul]

Masterlist

This will be updated as I add other fandoms and characters. Feel free to leave suggestions <3

Star Wars

- Kylo Ren Late Night Thoughts (Pt1)

Rescue Mission (Pt2)

Three Simple Words

Somebody Else

Jurassic Franchise

- Owen Grady Nightmares

Marvel

- Peter Quill In This Lifetime

Detroit Become Human

- Connor

Stake-out

Blame (GN)

Only Human (GN)

Lazy Days (GN)

Stardew Valley

- Sebastian Something New (Pt1)

By the Lake (Pt2)

Something Special (Pt3)

Dating Headcanons (GN)

NSFW Headcanons (GN)

- Shane

Like a Light-switch (SMUT)

All of You (SMUT)

- Haley

Another Stupid Reason

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SPINE

(MCU! Adam Warlock x Ex-Avenger!Reader)

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Description: I live for angst, and this is going to be just a short few parts where reader rejects Adam's advances but slowly find themselves being hit with the realization that they do indeed harbor feelings; although, not as strongly, but they were beginning to grow.

Warnings: NONE OF THESE ARE PROOFREAD, mentions of canonical deaths, canonical violence, swearing, reader fell for Steve Rogers, alcohol consumption, kidnapping, Adam hurts reader, unethical experiments, animal abuse, vague hint of sexual thoughts, Rocket may or may not have feelings for reader, way too many near death experiences, mentions of infertility, drunken confessions, heartbroken Rocket,(more will be added accordingly)

Word count: 6,876(💀)

You will be happy to know that the description in no longer click bait! However now I realized I strayed from it...

This is uncharted territory now. So, that means I can finally get creative with my writing instead of having boring bs that follows the MCU timeline. I know, I did this to myself so idk why I'm complaining. Anyways, it's gonna be a bit of a better, longer reading experience... yay... don't forget the angst tho.

I have no idea how many more parts there are going to be so stay with me while we figure that out. I will be naming these after songs I listen on repeat while writing them, so don't pay the weird names any attention.

Enjoy and pls don't come for me, I'm just having fun and simping for this golden mf :)

Your heart was in your throat as you looked at the piercing blue eyes. His gaze lingering on the small child curled up against your leg. The little girl was hiding behind you, away from his view.

You didn't know what to do, you couldn't believe it. It had been so long since you've seen such a familiar yet unfamiliar face. The surprise visit had your whole-body buzzing, it felt like a dream. You couldn't tell if you wanted to cry or jump into his arms.

You could feel the small hands tighten their grip on your leg, your attention drifting to her for a second. You could tell she was nervous, scared. You followed her gaze too the much older child standing beside him. She was stoic, much like the man that stood before you. Her eyes were the most beautiful emerald and ocean blue. You looked back up to the man, your eyes already becoming itchy from the swell of tears.

"Say something..." you felt the words drip out of your mouth before you could even think. There was a moment where everything stilled, like nothing else mattered but the four of you in your own pocket of space.

It wasn't long before the blonde man broke into a large smile, warming the space around you. It was like a breath of fresh air, completely making you forget any problems you may have had.

"My dear, you know I keep my promises." You could hear the crunch of gravel as he took quick steps toward you. You could feel his warmth envelope you in a bear hug. "You big baby."

You let out a laugh mixed with a sob as you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. The faint scent of honey and lavender encased your nostrils, not realizing just how much you missed his hugs. It felt like a small piece of you was back in place, it reminded you of times you'd go on school trips and come home to your mother, like the warmth of the fire, like home.

The small girl behind you tugged on your shirt, bringing your attention away from the Asgardian. Thor let out a hum, looking down at the small girl holding onto your pants. His grip loosened from around your waist, crouching down to the small girl with a large smile plastered on his face. "Well, hello there sweetheart. Aren't you just the cutest. What's your name?"

You could see her gaze look to you then back to Thor, her brain not registering what was happening. She looked at you again, like she was asking permission to speak, "Go ahead, tell him your name."

She nodded and looked back at Thor, her hand extending like her nervousness from earlier was nonexistent. "Lyra."

Thor had a proud smile on his face as he shook her hand, which had engulfed her smaller one. "Thor Odison. It's nice to meet you."

Thor's gaze lingered on Lyra for a moment, taking in her features. He glanced to you then back, letting out a soft hum. "You know, you look nothing like..."

You huffed, gently shoving his shoulder, cutting him off before he could continue. "It's a long story. but what about you? Who is this beautiful young lady?"

You looked at the girl still standing at his side, she looked at you then at Thor before he nodded at her, motioning to you. You didn't have time to understand what exactly was happening before her arms wrapped around your waist, nearly squeezing the life out of you. You stumbled back a bit, before gently placing your hand on her shoulder and cupping the back of her head.

"Uncle Thor told me a lot about you." Her sweet voice matched her sweet face, it nearly had you spilling tears again as you looked at Thor who rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. She continued, "You can call me Love."

"Well, Love. It's so nice to meet you. Where did Thor find such a cutie like you." You felt her pull away as you brushed a bit of her hair behind her ear, she smiled up at you enjoying the special treatment.

Thor chuckled, "That is also a long story..."

"How long are you staying?" You could feel Lyra cling back to your side, holding onto your hand a familiar look in her eyes as she stared at Love. You already knew she was a bit jealous.

"Only a few days, I also brought you a gift." Thor gently placed his hand against the small of your back, guiding you to the ship he had come in.

You and Thor talked all night, sharing a glass of mead and tears. He talked about Jane, how he adopted Love and so on. You told him about the High Evolutionary, the guardians, and how you had an unmistakable motherly bond to Lyra.

It didn't take long for the new day too start, the endless buzz of mead keeping you bouncy as you fed the animals. Thor was looking at some of them with Love, her eyes filled with wonder at the variety. Lyra stood beside them, telling them the names. You could see her proud smile. It took a while but once you taught her the names, she jumped at any opportunity to tell anyone and everyone about them. You thought nothing could ruin your day, but then a familiar voice began to echo down the street. The excitement, to show Thor Nowhere and all of the hard work you all put into rebuilding it, disappeared.

"I see you started earlier than I was informed." Adam stood beside you, watching as you fed one of the few animals left. You could feel annoyance beginning to brim at the corners of your very being, wanting to tell him it was to avoid him ruining the next few days with a friend. 

"Sorry." You could feel his gaze linger on you as you finished up the last of your work, but then you felt the wind get knocked out of you as Lyra ran to embrace Adam. It was painfully obvious she adored him more than you'd like but you knew better than to include her on your feelings toward Adam.

Lyra excitedly explained what was going on, grabbing onto Adam's hand to guide him toward Love and Thor. "This is Uncle Thor and my new friend Love."

"Uncle?" Adam was unfamiliar with the word, glancing at you. 

You couldn't even form the words to begin even explaining what exactly Thor was too you, but you knew it would be way more confusing. "My brother."

"Brother? Thats a new one. I never expected you to have a soft spot for me my dear." Thor was quick to tease you. You could already feel the embarrassment beginning to warm up your cheeks, "Shut up, I just missed you. Don't make me regret it."

Thor chuckled before fixing his gaze on Adam. He looked him up and down and hummed, " I don't believe I've seen any midgard with such a golden completion."

"I am Adam Warlock of the sovereign, not this midgard you speak of." Adam was quick to correct him, an unfamiliar edge to his words as he looked Thor up and down, sizing him up.

You spoke without thinking, "The sovereign were created to be the perfect humans. Can you believe it?" the sarcasm dripped off of each word as you looked at Thor. You hoped none of them noticed, already regretting speaking.

However, Thor let out a hearty laugh. "Why do humans think they can perfect themselves? That's impossible, not even gods can be so perfect."

You could see a flash of sadness in Adam's eyes then as a familiar sensation began floating around your heart, but you chose to ignore it deciding it was best to just stay quiet and let it be.

"What the flark are you doing here?!" The booming voice of Rocket had your head turning, eyes widening and fear building within your chest.

Did he hear you?

"Rabbit! It's been far too long." Thor was quick to walked towards Rocket, rubbing his hand atop his head and nearly tipping him over in the process. Rocket was quick to swat his hand away, "Can you not, you piece of-"

"I heard you're the one watching over my old crew?" Thor completely ignored Rocket, already jumping in conversation. You couldn't help but smile, completely forgetting why you were worried in the first place.

The day went on with Thor reminiscing about the guardians, explaining to Adam, Love and Lyra a completely bs story that had both you and Rocket rolling your eyes. It didn't take long for the mead to be brought up and Rocket joining in on drinking, he wasn't trying to hide how annoyed with Thor he was, but you knew otherwise.

"If you think for a second, we're gonna have you living here-" Rocket glanced to Thor, his words holding a certain edge to it. You could see from his expression that he wasn't impressed with the scene before him, his ears barely drawing back and tail twitching, While the god was leaning back in his seat, his arm wrapped snuggly around your shoulder. 

"Live here? Oh no, I came to visit some old friends, and my sweet little sis." Thor rocked you back and forth in his hold, you both drinking much more than you had anticipated, you knew because Thor was very physical in his affections. You didn't mind, enjoying his presence and the attention. You didn't realize just how much you missed him and how easily he got you to relax, you didn't even care for his tease of calling you, his sister. You could feel Rockets gaze burning into your side, when you looked back it was no longer a glare but a much softer expression that he flashed your way before going back to stoic.

"Sister huh? When'd you come to that arrangement? "Rocket took another long gulp from his cup, eyes glowing slightly enjoying the soft burn forming in his stomach.

"Called this big idiot brother earlier and he won't let it go." You nudged Thor's side, his hand removing from your shoulder as he let out a dramatic hiss of pain. "You wound me my dear."

You chuckled, deciding to stand and get more mead in your cup. As you stood your foot went over the other, the familiar jump in your chest had you correcting your missed footing before you fell. There was a hand against your shoulder to steady you, the familiar feel of cool metal had your whole-body tingle, goosebumps already forming on your skin.

"How much have you drank?" The soft tease from Nebula had you blushing from embarrassment, standing up right to look into her dark eyes. "Not too much, why don't you join us?"

"I could use a drink; I'll use my personal supply. You know I don't like how sweet the mead is, especially from goldie locks." You chuckled at her name for Thor, already following beside her as she went into the back of the canteen. The silence was nice while you filled your cup once again, the only sound was the dribble of liquid and glasses clanking together as Nebula searched for her own beverage. Once she found it, she stood beside you to fill her glass with the dark amber liquid of her choice.

"You might wanna bring some of that to Rocket." You were about to grab the bottle, but she huffed, taking it before you could snatch it. You gave her a confused looked before she turned around and pulled out a similar bottle, "It's not as strong as this."

You hummed nodding in agreement, "your right, yours not have a higher content?" Nebula shrugged, "I'm not looking to get drunk, just want to have fun."

You hummed, taking a sip of the freshly poured mead, but you paused. Rocket had a whole bottle of his favorite whiskey, and he wasn't drinking it. You look at the mead and Rocket's bottle then to Nebula. "If Rocket has that then why isn't he drinking it?"

Nebula gave her own look of confusion, "He's been drinking mead this whole time?"

You nodded, your brain working overtime to figure out why Rocket wouldn't just come back here and grab it. "He's been drinking with Thor and I."

Your head began to hurt thinking about it too much. You offered an excuse; not sure what else it could be. "You know how much I like wine, and it doesn't have a high content compared to that rubbing alcohol Rocket likes..." You felt guilt begin to cloud your thoughts. "...Maybe I should've offered him something else."

You could tell something clicked in Nebula's head, like dots connecting together and piecing together what exactly was happening. You wanted to ask, hating being left in the dark at what could possibly be going on, but you didn't have time. Nebula had a knowing smirk, wrapping her arm around your shoulder to guide you back out into the lively get together of the crew. It didn't take long for the question to leave your brain, the sight before you had your whole body flushed with excitement. Not only was it just Thor and Rocket, but it seemed most of Nowhere were already setting up in the canteen and outside. The beautiful lights hung from the walls, painting it in bright colors, the faint sound of music began to play and the laughter and chatter already setting the mood of a party.

You looked over to Thor and Rocket, Thor had giant smile on his face while Rocket had a pleading look in his eyes and a quick flick of his ear, you knew Thor was nearly at the point of being drunk. Rocket would never openly plan for something like this. 

Nebula was quick to find her own spot in the corner, not in the mood to socialize without a few drinks.

Thor was already standing and wobbling his way over to you with a big goofy grin. "I asked around earlier and thought it would be fun to have a party. My stay is short, so I wanted to make the most of it, don't you agree my dear sister."

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, he was going to never let that go. "Yea, yea. Will Love be okay staying with the other kids for tonight?"

Thor deadpanned, his smile dropping for a second before bringing it back much brighter than before. "Of course, she knows I'm here if she needs anything. She's a strong kid."

You nodded in acknowledgement, "I'm going to finish my drink then I'll join you in mingling with the others and please don't make them uncomfortable."

Thor only laughed, "You jest, I am the good of making people feel comfortable."

You rolled your eyes, watching as he strode off into the growing crowd.

The night felt like a dream, it was nice to dance and talk to people you haven't caught up with in a while. Thor was already drunk, babbling on and on about his adventures, his past, being very over the top with his descriptions and hand gestures. Nebula was dancing with you earlier but went right back to business and spoke with someone about their plans for a new building. Cosmo, Howard and Kraglin had started up a gambling game in the corner, and Howard was winning like always. Rocket was already making jabs at people and causing fights. You had to bring him back to the table to cool off because someone looked at him weird, and you didn't need anyone getting hurt.

"Flarkin people judging me for having fun, looking at me like I'm some kind of freak." Rocket was already downing another shot, his tense shoulders and twitching ears showed you just how pissed he was. "Come on, no one's judging you."

"Sounds like you're on their side." Rocket snapped, his words already slurring together. You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your own drink. "I'm not on anyone's side. I just think you had a few to many."

Rocket made a sound mixed between a laugh and a scoff. "Ya really think I'm drunk, you don't know me, this is nothing."

You leaned against your palm, looking at the crowd of people dancing and mingling. It felt like your eyes would be stuck behind your head from how many times you've rolled your eyes tonight and dealing with a drunk Rocket wasn't helping.

"I'm not saying you can't drink more. You just don't have to start fights with anyone who looks at you weird." You turned your attention back to the raccoon, who was already look at you, an unimpressed look on his fluffy face. "You didn't hear what he said, so don't go accusing me of wanting to beat some random guy."

You couldn't deny that Rocket had a point, you didn't know why it started, only that Rocket was cussing the poor man out and already reaching for one of the many weapons hidden on him. "What did he say?"

Rocket froze, his ear twitched as his tails puffed out slightly, but just as quickly he began pouring himself another shot. He was going to avoid answering at all costs, you knew it. You quickly snatched the glass from him, holding it just out of his reach while you hummed waiting for him to explain.

"Hey!" Rocket reached for the drink only for you to hold it out further. The growling and bared teeth would've scared you if you hadn't known Rocket for so long. "Tell me and you'll get it back. It must've been embarrassing if you don't wanna talk about."

"It doesn't matter. Just drop it." Rocket reached for the bottle, deciding the fight for the glass wasn't worth it if he could just drink from the bottle. You were quick to snatch that away too, now he had nothing, and you had it all. You could see the look in his gaze shift into a glare. "Stop playin around, I'll bite you."

"Ooo, I'm shaking Captain." You challenged his glare, giving a playful smirk. You already knew he wouldn't harm you; that's just who Rocket was. It's not like he couldn't just go get another bottle, but it seemed to have slipped his mind as he sighed, "Sweetheart, please. It wasn't a big deal, now please just-"

"nu-uh. Come on, it couldn't 'ave been that bad. Can't you be the Rocket who wanted head rubs and told me everything." You gently nudged his shoulder, but you could tell something was wrong as he turned away from you. You thought maybe you went too far, that feeling of guilt coming back once again. "Oh shit. I'm sorry Rocket, I didn't mean it."

You placed the glasses back in front of him, he turned back to you his annoyance peaking through in his body language, but his eyes held so much emotion it genuinely scared you at how they looked into your own. You decided it was best to just continue on, hoping Rocket would forgive you. You steered away from the earlier conversation, hoping the change of subject would help.

It didn't take long for the tense atmosphere to switch back to his soft hues, enlightening the very mood of the entire canteen. Rocket was quick to join the next gambling game in the corner of the room, leaving you with yourself while you watched everyone dance. You felt the calmest you've been in a while, the fear of not being able to join the guardians was no longer lingering in your chest.

It had only been a few months of having Adam entangled in your everyday life, his habits already being somewhat bearable. Rocket noticed the changes in your dynamic, which he praised you for. You would never admit it, but as you got to know Adam, you realized he was genuinely funny even if he didn't mean to be. He always got you to crack a smile like you didn't hate him. He still had problems with boundaries, always being so close to you that you swore he was doing it to get under your skin. Especially after the incident with Lyra. There was a whole week where Adam would cradle your face in his palm when you showed any signs of being upset or sad. He would ask what was wrong and gently rub circles against your cheek like he was waiting for the tears to fall again. It was embarrassing, especially when he had done it in front of Nebula then it got worse when he did it in Rocket's office, in front of Rocket.

You didn't adopt Lyra, but she considered you her mom always speaking that familiar word in Orbose when she greeted you. Much like Adam she was always at your side, if she didn't have any classes. Her and Adam got pretty close when you'd be too busy helping Nebula set up signs and fixing small things around Nowhere or if you were helping Drax run a field trip and when he would need your help in much bigger project for the kids. No one talked about the three of you, so you assumed it wasn't as big of a deal as you thought. It was a weird dynamic between you, Adam and Lyra. You tried not to think to much about it, afraid being too deep in that thought would have you punching the golden man for worming his way into the deepest darkest part of your heart.

"Are you alright my dear?" Thor's booming voice made you jump in fear; he chuckled softly at your surprised expression staring up at him.

"What are you doing over here alone? Let's dance! Have fun! No moping while I'm here." Thor was quick to scoop you from out of your seat. You let out a gasp of surprise while he carried you to the small group of people dancing.

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing, trying to squirm away from his grasp. "Thor please. I'm not a child I can walk by myself."

"Ah, of course but you would not have joined me if I did not carry you." His gentle nudge while he held you, had you bounce slightly in his hold. You could feel your heartbeat increase; afraid he might drop you.

The beat of the music rang in your ears while Thor's laugh rang through the canteen, the upbeat music had your chest thumping along. Thor twirled with you in his hold, making you giggle, holding onto him still frightened of falling. "Okay, Okay, I will dance. Put me down!"

Your hand came up to tussle his hair askew, the blonde strand covering his face as he finally set you back onto the ground. His hand came up to brush his air back, a goofy grin on his face as he grabbed your hands and began spinning you around.

All of your earlier thoughts were forgotten while you danced with the god. He partook in consuming the harder liquors while you only drank less than half of what he consumed. You could feel the buzz on your body while you downed another shot, Thor dragging you back to the dancefloor for another dance. It didn't take long before a slower song came on, you were on the bridge between a buzz and drunk, another shot, and you knew you'd be smiling and giggling at everything as Thor did.

Thor guided you while you danced, the slow rhythm was foreign to the upbeat music from earlier, but it was nice to be guided along in the steps he took. You couldn't stop laughing as he kept tripping over himself, obviously out of it compared to you. It felt like an eternity dancing to the song before you caught a brief shimmer of gold in your peripheral. The soft melody of the music was nothing compared to the pounding of your heart. As much as you hated the feeling, the want to see Adam outweighed any logical thoughts in your brain.

"May I have the next dance?" The familiar accent had your heart leap into your throat, nearly jumping out of Thor's grip. "Of course, my shiny friend, as long as you are alright with it My dear?"

Thor was still so polite as he paused, looking down at you then to the man that stood not too far. His golden eyes had a certain spark at the nickname Thor had called you, but it barely went noticed by you. You wanted to deny it, fighting off the feeling welling in your chest at Adam's words but once again your heart betrayed you.

"Of course, I'd love to dance." The slur in your words proved to you that you were definitely drunk. And right on que, the song ended.

Thor gently guided your hands to Adam, who quickly stood between you and the god. His grip on your hand was soft, comforting, guiding one to his shoulder while he cupped the other one. Adam's warmth was felt throughout your whole body, the alcohol seeming to heighten that effect while you kept your gaze away from his face. The song seemed to go on forever, the music being the only thing to fill the silence between you. Then, Adam gently pulled your body closer, his arms wrapping around your waist while you held onto his shoulders for support, afraid you'd slip over yourself.

"Why does he call you 'My dear?" You could feel the rumble against Adam's chest as he spoke, the warm feel of his breath against your face as he pulled back slightly. "He cares about me, loves me, it's just a nickname that means exactly that."

"So, I should call you my dear as well?" His bluntness had you stuttering over your words, not really sure how you felt. It was a mix of disgust and yearning, a deadly mix. You couldn't tell if you it was even real, if you had just heard him wrong.

Did you drink too much?

"I mean, I've known Thor for a long time. I think, dear suits me best from him." You didn't even know if that made sense, only feeling the gentle hum of his chest as you laid your head against it, sleep already becoming a nuisance.

"I must make up one of my own?" Adam was already lost in thought before you could respond, "Stardust?"

You couldn't help the shiver that ran up your spine. Stardust. It rang in your ears so beautifully from his tongue, like the nickname was meant for you. You could feel your mind race to fight off your heart, you knew you shouldn't be feeling this way. It made you hurt, annoyed but with the way your chest and heart burn so brightly, you knew you were so close to falling. barely tittering off the edge of the beauty of experiencing something you've longed for, not even thinking of past lovers just him. Adam. His voice, his enchanting scent of cologne, the warm feeling of his hands while they held you so delicately and the look of anticipation on his features.

"That sounds good. It's definitely unique." You watched a warm smile form, his eyes lightening up at the acceptance and praise. "My Stardust."

It wasn't long before the song ended, leaving you fuller than before. The feel of Adam's touch still lingered on your body as you sat beside Rocket who was just as drunk as you were. His gaze was piercing as he watched Adam take a seat next to Kraglin who had decided gambling was beyond him. You were too drunk to notice, only handing the raccoon another shot, you wanted to drown out the feeling in your heart that Adam left you with. And Rocket seemed just as eager as you.

As the night progressed Thor was already out like a light in the chair in front of you and Rocket. Nebula was the first to turn in, then others followed. It was just a hand full of people within the canteen now, and you couldn't deny you were slurring over your own words as you and Rocket were drawing small designs on Thor's face. It was only fair that the first to fall asleep at a party, received such a punishment.

It didn't take long for you both to leave the canteen, Rocket was singing along to the lyrics of the song that was last playing. His grip on your hand tightening as he tried to keep himself balanced.

"Ya know..." Rocket's voice cut through the silence, nearly making you jump from the suddenness. "Earlier... what that guy said."

You could feel your heart stop, the regret eating away at you for over stepping. "Sorry for bugging you about it."

"No-No it's okay, it just..." Rocket stopped, his hands moving around erratically to emphasize his words, then they fell to his side like he was pondering on continuing. 

"He mentioned Adam and the kid, sayin his chances with you were gone now that you started a family." Rocket hissed, his ears twitching, tail whipping back and forth, and his shoulders were tense. It definitely still got under his skin.

You were speechless, completely in shock at what was said. Your fear of others noticing how much time you've spent with Adam, ever since Rocket set you up to this task, wasn't just you being crazy. It made you want to throw yourself into space, just to get rid of the embarrassment and anger, but at the same time it was funny that some guy thought he had a chance with you. The alcohol helping to alleviate the stress from your body, clouding it over in a thick layer of amusement

You couldn't control the laugh bubbling up from your chest, "So that's what got you so worked up? An idiot who thinks I started a family."

Rocket paused, stuttering over himself. "Well yea. Believe me sweetheart, guys like that only want one thing and it's disgusting!"

"Don't act so pure, I've heard stories from Peter about you." Your laughter that was dying down came back at the expression on Rocket's face.

He crossed his arms over his chest, turning his head and groaning. "He doesn't know nothin', plus I know what's good for you and it ain't some idiot like that guy."

"Oh, so now you know what's good for me. I could be getting laid right now if you didn't have Adam and I cuffed together. This is your fault." You stuck your tongue out, enjoying the feeling in your chest from pride, giving back what he had given you.

"Bullshit. I ain't having you sleep with half of Nowhere while I'm here, none of 'em deserve you." Rocket looked up at you, challenging you and you weren't going to back down. "So, tell me who does? Since you seem to know me so well."

If you were being honest, your response was more of a joke which you thought he caught on to, but the way he paused had you thinking otherwise.

"I-" His eyes were wide, his whole body moved along with his deep breathes. "He-"

It scared you that you had Rocket speechless, it was so rare for him to not have a quick comeback. His fight for an answer had your heart pounding in your chest, not only was he struggling but he seemed to panic, his breathing going uneven as one of his paws found its way to the back of his neck. Rocket must've seen the concern on your face because he quickly corrected his posture, his eyes widening. It was like something clicked into place, that you weren't too sure what to make of it.

"I can't tell you, sweetheart." His almost cool even response made it seem like you had just imagined what you just witnessed. "Y'sure? Because you started freaking out. You can tell me anything, you know that."

You felt his grip against your hand, completely cutting off your worried voice. He didn't say anything, only rubbing small circles against the back of your hand as he turned his gaze away. You could feel the shift in the atmosphere, the tension had your stomach turn and your heart skip. He was fighting off something internally, you could feel it from the grip he had on your hand.

"You really don't know..." You could feel your brows scrunch together at his words, the familiar hint of regret confirmed to you that the walls he put up were slowly coming down. It still wasn't familiar to you just how easily he'd drop them around you.

You let go of his hand, he let a small whimper fall from his lips at the loss of contact. You sunk down onto one knee, cautiously reaching out to gently pet his head hoping the contact wouldn't make him snap at you but it seemed to have calmed him down,

"Rocket, it's okay. We were just joking around; I didn't mean to make you sad." Rocket quickly pulled away from your touch, the fur on his body standing on end. His annoyance was written on his face as his misty eyes looked up at you. "I wasn't joking. I know what's good for you!"

You felt yourself flinch away; afraid you might make him angrier if you so much as breathed wrong. You knew he didn't mean it, but the way the teeth showed in a snarl, had you second guessing yourself. You wanted to move, to walk away but something kept you in place, you didn't know if it was the fear or the way Rocket was trying so hard to push you away.

"I know what's good for you..." He repeated, sorrow seeping into each word. He took a cautious step toward you, waiting for you to leave and when you didn't his paw coming up to cup one side of your face in his palm. You couldn't breathe at the sight of a single tear that fell from his eyes as he continued, "...But you make it so hard to stay away."

You felt your whole world crumble around you.

This couldn't be happening.

This couldn't be happening.

You didn't want to believe Rocket and his confession, blaming the alcohol for everything that got you to this point. You couldn't fathom the mixed feelings within yourself. It hurt, it felt nice but most of all you could feel the regret. You wished it had been someone else, someone who didn't mean as much to you as Rocket did, but it was Rocket. And you couldn't bring yourself to speak, to think. After everything you went through, his past, your past, there was no way you could have predicted this outcome, not when you cried to him about Steve all those years ago. It felt like a distant memory now, a memory you didn't need to think about.

Rocket wasn't someone who fell in love, who wanted anything to do with a genuine relationship, he wanted fun nothing serious yet here he was telling you the opposite. He was telling you he felt more toward you than anyone else he's ever been with, that you were more than just a friend, more than someone he wanted to use. You couldn't come to terms with that. You couldn't believe it. You wanted to hate him, to yell at him for being so stupid but you knew that feeling all too well.

"Rocket, please don't-" You could feel your voice tremble.

"I mean it." You could feel his thumb gently rub against your cheek, the comfort in his words was making it harder and harder to say what you wanted. "I know its selfish, for wanting someone who was never mine to begin with."

You wanted to ask, to know what exactly he meant but you were completely caught off guard by the nuzzle of his face against your neck. He buried himself in your warmth, inhaling deeply. You could feel the warm droplets along your neck, knowing now what he was doing.

"It really is my fault for pushin' you right into his arms" You could feel his body shake, even through tears he chuckled, completely lost in his own thoughts. Yet, you still couldn't move past his words, his sadness eating its way into your heart, the fact he was right. You could feel your own eyes beginning to sting, still not understanding with what you were feeling.

Rocket let out a shaky breath, "Let me have you, just for a moment."

You could feel him pull away; you didn't have time to process his words as the faint tickle of whiskers danced against your face, the warm sandpaper of his tongue lingers over your cheeks swiping away the tears that had fallen. Rocket's breath fanned across your face, his tongue moving to the other to repeat what he had just done. Then you felt it, the gentle brush of his snout against your nose, then the faint flicker of his lips against your own. You could feel his sadness, his yearning, his anger in that short kiss while all you felt was regret.

Once he pulled away you could see the small smile on his face, sadness within his eyes. You wanted to comfort him to tell him it was going to be okay, that you were sorry, but you didn't get a chance to speak as he fell face first into the gravel. 

You wanted to help him, but you could feel a chuckle bubble within your chest. His confession, his kiss, it all fell to the back of your mind as the chuckled turned into full blown laughter. The gentle thump of footsteps catching your attention as you tried deciphering who it was through the tears in your eyes from laughing. Your grip on Rocket's arm loosened as you tried lifting him, your laughter making you weak.

"I am Groot." the familiar voice had you holding onto the tress arm, nodding along to his words while you caught your breath, finally lifting Rocket into your arms. "He did have too much to drink."

Groot nodded, holding onto your side while you inhaled deeply. "I am Groot?" 

You sniffled, wiping your eyes as you stood upright, "I'll be fine, just take care of Rocket. I'll see you tomorrow."

Groot was quick to scoop his friend from your grasp, carrying him back to his apartment while you stumbled over yourself to get back to your own. Your whole body was numb from the alcohol, the sway of your body had you stumble slightly. 

Rocket's words were still playing in your head, you could feel tears threatening to spill again. It honestly felt like a dream, like it wasn't real, but the damp cuff of your shirt proved enough that it did indeed happen. 

"Are you alright?" The familiar sound of Adam had your head snapping up in his direction. You couldn't stop the small smile from forming. "'m alright. Just going home."

"I can chaperone you, if you'd like Stardust?" The nickname made your stomach flutter, you thought you were going to throw up. Adam was quick to hook his arm around your waist, hoisting you up to stand but your body nearly had you both toppling over, not getting your feet to cooperate with you.

This was so embarrassing, not only were you drunk but you had Adam of all people helping you home. You didn't want his help, you wanted to push him away, but your whole body was warm, fuzzy, numb and weak and Rocket's words kept repeating in your head.

Adam couldn't possibly understand what love was, so you didn't know why your heart skipped a beat when he gave you those big golden puppy eyes, or when his touch lingered too long. His every action trying to please you, to make you like him. You wanted so badly to just enjoy the man Adam was. He was a sweet protective man who had you breathless with the bare minimum of what a man should be. He already wormed his way passed the walls you put up, setting camp up within the empty void Steve once laid.

You didn't want to think that Steve had left you, left you to live his dream with his first and only love. The Fear that Adam would do the same was gut wrenching, a genuine fear that left you with a trail of broken hearts because if Steve did it then the next one surely will. Steve was like a parasite in your heart, mind, body and soul. He ate away at any chance of falling for someone else. He was the one you saw a future with a future that doesn't exist and will never exist. It made sense to just leave it in the past, but you were stubborn, holding onto hope that you'd wake up in the Avenger tower to everyone, to him, like this was a bad dream.

"Stardust..." Adam's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

You could barely see him through the cloud of your vision, already knowing you had started to cry. 

You hated yourself for being so sensitive, so angry. "I'm sorry, I drank more than-"

"It's okay, I'm right here Stardust." Adam shushed you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, swiping away the tears that fell from your cheeks. You leaned into his touch, allowing the tears to fall freely.

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hey pornstars !! :P my name is sam, i create bots & fanfics/drabbles. i'm open to requests currently. i want to get more into writing again so that's... why we're here. i mainly write for male characters but im open to writing for multiple genders! just a psa, im not a tumblr superfan and im still getting used to mechanics so bare with me here !!

open to smut, angst, fluff, head canons, yadayadaya

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marvel

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descendants

hades

arcane

criminal minds

marauders

julie and the phantoms

the last of us

hunger games

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[itsscromp]

Hey I was wondering if I could request a peter quill x reader where Peter adopts reader as his little sister or his daughter and reader doesn't really talk much and she's pretty anxious, she mainly communicate in mumbles or non verbal communication and peter tries to get her to warm up and tell him a bit about herself

Peter Quill/Star-lord X reader

Awww this is very cute anon. :_) word count: 441

Peter was on a mission to retrieve an ancient artifact that could help save the people of Duntos VII. Deeper and deeper into the cave he went inside. Finding the artifact.

"Guys I found it !!" He spoke into his communicator.

"Good now get your butt back here" Rocket said back.

He then tried to find a way out but then heard rocks shift. Turning on his flashlight he looked around to find an odd thing between rocks. Upon closer inspection. He found a young girl.

"Hey hey... are you ok ??" He gently said and offered his hand to help you out.

You didn't say anything, You looked so frightened. But never the less you slowly took his hand. Helping you out of the rubble.

"You got a name kid ??"

You opened your mouth slightly, But nothing came out. Instead you took his hand and traced your fingers on his hand, spelling your name.

"Y/n ??"

You nodded yes.

"Ok, Y/n do you want to come back to my ship. We can help you find your family" He smiled gently at you.

Bringing you back to the ship, He noticed how quiet and anxious you were about your new surroundings. So he brought you to a more quieter part of the ship. But getting you to open up and be comfortable around him was a bit hard, He could see how anxious you were. Only speaking in mumbles or practically non verbal.

You communicated through a text-to-speech device. Saying that your family was killed in an accident and you had nowhere to go. Peter was devastated learning this, so in a kind offering let you stay with the guardians. You were thankful for him, You saw him as a brother you never had as time went on. Same with him, viewing you as a sister.

But you were still quiet, Still not saying anything for a fair few months. Peter did everything in his power to help you feel comfortable and warm up to him so you're comfortable enough to speak.

One night as you were getting ready to go to bed, you quickly went to his room and gave him a hug goodnight.

"Off to bed kiddo ??"

You nodded.

He smiled and hugged you back, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple.

"Goodnight y/n"

And something he didn't expect to hear.

"Good... Goodnight"

He looked down at you and smiled.

"I'm so proud of you sis" He squeezed you a little tighter.

You smiled brightly. He was so proud to call you a sister. He helped you become comfortable. Helped you become safe, Helped you be you.

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YO YO YO BBG AAA🗣️🗣️ its been a minute how have u been ? 🫶 i have once again another peter quill req for you bc my gotg phase seems to never end (which is a good thing LMFAO)

idk if u already done this but what abt peter dancing w reader? like gurgrhrh that scene w him and gamora in gotg2 but we put gamora to the side and insert the reader in that (i gotta do what i gotta do for the peter girlies, asking for them totally !)

i feel like thats be soso cute like little banter, soft touches, lotta fluff, lotta music (lmao) and yeah!

hope u can do this soon! have a great week/end !

-🪐

AAHHH BBG HI!! ive been doing well, hope you have been too!! yeah for the other girlies, so selfless of you😏 super super cute!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

I think about him literally all the time, im not doing okay

STARS.

peter quill x reader (gn) — fluff

word count. 222 (sorry it’s small)

You're standing out on your balcony - watching the sky, when you hear the door slide open, Peter making his way through the glass. You turn to look at him, smiling softly at him as he steps closer. 

"It's pretty out here, huh?" he says, words quiet as he gazes up at the night sky. They were the same stars he's looked at most of his life, only now they're back in the perspective of Earth.

You hum, resting your head on his shoulder when he goes to stand beside you. You reach an arm around his back, hugging into him from the side - his own resting atop your shoulder, keeping you to him. 

He slips his other hand into his pocket, pulling out his Zune to connect to the surround sound speakers he installed - clicking on one of your shared playlists. He turns the volume down slightly and turns down to meet your eyes already on him.

"Dance with me?" he asks, parting from your side, slipping a hand into yours. 

You hesitate for a moment before finally agreeing - moving from your spot against the railing and into Peter's front. You rest your other arm over his shoulder while he places his other on the small of your back, guiding you with subtle sways to the slow music. 

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closer still

Peter Quill x F!Reader

Just to Be Nearby Pt. 2 | Pt. 1 Here

Prompt: “I need you here.”

Summary: weeks after your close call with peter, you find him passed out in the knowhere commissary. despite your resolution to avoid him, you take it upon yourself to take him back to his quarters and get him into the shower.

Warnings: angst, smut, minors dni.

Word Count: 3,179

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The smell of stale liquor mingled with the usually comforting mix of warm spices and stewed meats as you stepped into the commissary, making your nose wrinkle in distaste. Slowing to a stop in the doorway, you pressed your lips together as if to brace yourself for a confrontation. A small, selfish part of you suddenly wished that you’d decided to skip dinner. That same part of you had you glance over your shoulder in case another Guardian had just happened to appear behind you so that you could dump this issue on them instead. You’d thought you’d been safe, choosing the commissary instead of the bar much closer to your quarters.

You sighed heavily, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stepped further inside.

The issue in question was sitting slumped against the wall beside one of the booths, an almost empty bottle of something undoubtedly alcoholic resting tipped against his knee, his fingertips on the neck of it. His head was lowered, chin to chest, and you weren’t immediately sure as to whether he was even conscious.

You glanced behind yourself again; at this hour, the convoluted pathways of this Knowhere neighborhood had been almost empty. And they seemed to be stubbornly remaining that way.

Goddamn it.

Well, at least you wouldn’t have an audience for this.

You cleared your throat. “Quill?”

He groaned, and you swallowed, moving to his side and kicking him lightly in the calf. Squatting down beside him, you pulled the bottle gently from his hand and set it on the table above you. Quill blinked slowly as he raised his head, a deep crease forming between his brows as he met your eye.

“Quill,” you repeated. You raised a hand hesitantly, touching it to his cheek. Peter leaned into your palm, his stubble scratching lightly at your skin. You smoothed your thumb over his cheekbone. “What are you doing in here?”

He groaned again, his hand fumbling blindly for your knee. He found it; his touch warm even through the denim of your jeans.

“Hey…” he smiled, his voice slurring. He shifted, trying to turn to face you properly. “You’re talking to me again.”

A guilty frown pulled at the edges of your lips at his words. Ducking your head to avoid his eye, you felt his hand squeeze your knee.

“C’mon,” you said finally, slinging his arm around your shoulders and hauling him to his feet with a labored grunt. “We need to get you sobered up and showered. You… you really stink, dude.”

Clint chuckled drunkenly, leaning heavily into your side. You adjusted your hold on him with a grimace, slinging an arm around his waist and leading him with some difficulty back to his own quarters.

After that night two weeks ago, the night he’d spent in your bed, you’d woken first. Morning light had urged your eyelids to part, and you’d frowned at the idea of waking fully. The two of you had moved in your slumber; you’d woken on your back and Peter had to have shifted with you. His cheek was pressed to your shoulder, his curls tickling your chin. Quill’s arm had been wrapped firmly around your waist, his hand clutching at your hip as if, even in his sleep, he’d been worried you were going to disappear.

Which is exactly what you did.

You’d let yourself linger in his embrace for a few minutes, reaching up to run your fingers through the hair by his ear. His lips had parted, a soft, sighing breath leaving him. His hand had tightened reflexively on your hip.

You’d extricated yourself carefully from under his arm and your breath had caught as his hand had dropped and skimmed over your upper thighs. He hadn’t stirred, other than a small, wordless grumble and a crease between his brows. You’d managed to clamber slowly out of the bed without waking him, and you’d cast him another glance as conflicted emotions swirling in your chest as you’d tugged a pair of pants and a jacket on over your pajamas and fled your own quarters.

You still felt guilt twist in your gut that he’d woken up alone that morning, and the feeling had only increased when he’d come looking for you the next day. You’d spotted him before he’d seen you, surprisingly alert and mostly sober as he’d approached. The decision to avoid him had been made at lightning speed, and you’d slipped out the side entrance of the building you were in and left him brushing off his curiosity about your location to Drax.

It was childish, maybe, but an awkward conversation about your near miss with him was the last thing you could face; it was easier, better to close those doors up between you again and let him wallow in peace. Let you wallow, too, for that matter. He’d taken the hint, and you’d gone back to keeping a much more sensible distance.

Quill huffed a breath as you leaned him back against the wall of the bathroom. It wasn’t much bigger than those on the ship, but standard in the quarters on Knowhere. A slim-set, wet-room style setup had the shower had hanging from the ceiling above you and the control panel for it was set into the wall opposite Quill.

“What’re we—?”

“You need a shower, Quill,” you reminded him, turning away from him to turn on the water. “And I kinda don’t trust you to not choke on your own puke if I put you to bed. So, you’re taking a shower, okay? Not we. Get… get undressed.”

Surprisingly, he didn’t make any kind of joke. Instead, you felt his hand take hold of your shoulder, steadying himself to pull off his boots. They landed with twin dull thumps in the other room as he tossed them aside.

You caught him pulling his shirt over his head as you turned back around, your face burning. You forced your eyes not to linger on the way the muscles of his torso stretched and relaxed with the movement. The booze in his system was still playing against him – against you – and he stumbled as he lost his balance again. You moved automatically, one hand catching his bicep, the other landing on his ribs. His skin was warm under your palm.

Quill met your eye, his body suddenly so close to yours, and your eyes widened as you heard the buckle of his belt clink.

Your hands shot downward instinctively to stop his, your fingers catching the waistband of his underwear He’d managed to lower both his pants and his briefs a couple of inches, and your fingertips grazed the soft, downy hair that led down from his navel.

His stomach flexed as he inhaled at your touch. You swallowed.

“I, uh…” you cleared your throat, withdrawing your hands as though they’d been burned. Tucking both hands into your back pockets, you fixed your gaze on his collarbone. Peter’s eyes were on your face. You could feel it. “Just… just keep your briefs on, okay? At least until I’m gone.”

You could feel the heat of the shower clinging in steam to the back of your neck as Quill removed his pants, catching him by the elbows as they caught on his feet and tripped him. Uncertain that he’d be able to stand on his own, you lowered him almost unceremoniously to the floor under the spray. You managed to get a hand between the back of his head and the wall before it met the metal.

Quill coughed, blinking water out of his eyes. His curled pasted themselves to his forehead and he pushed them back, tipping his had back to catch a mouthful of water. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, and you tried not fixate on the rivulets of water that ran down his neck.

Busying yourself awkwardly by collecting his clothes and adding them to the already considerable pile in the corner. You tried not to let your eyes linger on the myriad of empty bottles littering the room. But after a few minutes you gave up on feigning ignorance and tossed the lot of them in an empty storage crate. Glass shattered against glass, but at least his quarters looked less like an actual dive bar.

“So, uh…” you called out, moving to leave. “Try not to drown in there, okay?”

“Wait.”

It was the first time he’d really spoken since the commissary, and you froze, turning back to the bathroom again. His eyes were open, one leg bent and his elbow resting on his knee.

“Stay?”

You cast another look towards the door, towards the walls you’d been carefully rebuilding between the two of you. “Quill…”

“Please?” he entreated. “Stay? I need you here.”

You honestly couldn’t figure out what would make you a bigger asshole this time; staying or leaving. “I guess I can… wait out here ‘til you’re—”

“Y/N,” he said, the word barely audible over the sound of water hammering against the metal floor. “Stay here with me.”

“I don’t…” you swallowed as his meaning became clear, a shiver settling in the small of your back. “Okay. Just… keep it respectable, yeah?”

He smiled crookedly, head falling back against the wall again. You hesitated as you considered your options – wearing your clothes meant a modicum of modesty, but the idea of walking back to your bunk in soaking clothes screamed obvious. And the idea of being seen leaving Quill’s quarters in wet clothes…

You exhaled shakily before toeing off your boots and unfastening your jeans, shoving them down your legs before you could reconsider your choice. You kicked the pile towards his bedroom, pulling your t-shirt off overhead. You held it against your chest awkwardly, a tingling sensation as your eyes returned to Quill.

Peter’s head was still lolling back against the wall, but he watched you with lidded eyes. You swallowed again, cursed your sudden bashfulness, and tossed the shirt aside. He held out his hand again and you took it, letting his fingers curl firmly around yours and pull you down in front of him.

You sat between his legs, gasping at the heat of the water. Quill tugged you gently back against his chest, and you shivered as his skimmed a hand down over your bare shoulder, his fingers catching against the strap of your bra for a second. Pushing your hair back out of your face, you positioned yourself close enough to him that the water hit your chest instead of your face, you head tucked against his shoulder. Peter wrapped his arms almost hesitantly around you, finding your own in your lap. Your breath caught as his fingers curled around yours, grazing against your underwear. Fixing your eyes pointedly on the wall opposite, you turned your hands over and let him interlock his fingers with yours.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your hair.

Your tried for humor, ignoring the way your stomach flipped as his breath tickled your ear. “If you hurl on me, Quill, I swear to God I will beat your ass.”

He chuckled, his cheek bumping against the side of your head. He still sounded kind of drunk. “Why’d you go away?”

You didn’t see the point in playing innocent or dumb. Instead, you sighed. “You know why, Peter.”

Gamora.

He echoed your exhalation, his fingers squeezing yours lightly. “I… I miss you.”

“I’m…” Sorry. “I’m right here.”

You barely heard his response over the water, but his voice was in your ear. “I miss you even when you’re around.”

Your brow furrowed, and you turned in his arms to face him best you could without breaking away from his embrace. Quill met your eyes, blinking away water, and as your lips parted to respond, he leaned down to bring his lips to yours.

He caught you by surprise, just as he had the first time, his kiss just as heady as it had been before. His hand released yours and moved to claim your cheek, his fingers sliding into your hair. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone as his hand continued, coming to rest by your ear as his fingers curled in the hair at the back of your head. His other hand tightened on yours, his tongue touching your bottom lip.

You whimpered against his mouth, tongue meeting his tentatively as your free hand clutched at his thigh. Quill urged you closer and you released his hand to turn in his arms, thrilling at the feel of his hands taking hold of your hips. Your lips didn’t leave his – as long as you were kissing him the logic screaming in the back of your head was reduced to a whisper – and you found yourself straddling his lap.

Peter’s hand slid up your back, a shiver following it as his fingers slipped under the band of your bra. His other hand tightened on your waist. You took his face in your hands, shuddering as he moaned into your kiss. The sound was intoxicating, a throb-inducing rumble that vibrated through his chest and went straight between your legs.

Between the heat of him and the heat of the water you could barely breathe as you parted. The hand on your hip moved to the small of your back, pressing you further against him. You exhaled shakily; your forehead pressed to his as you felt him harden between your thighs.

“Don’t…” Peter murmured, his thumb brushing over the small of your back. You pulled back slightly, immediately apprehensive at the word, but his hand left the space between your shoulder blades to tuck hair behind your ear. “Don’t disappear, okay?”

You ducked your head, and you felt tears suddenly burn in your eyes. “Peter…”

His mouth found yours again, his hand still in your hair. His other hand retook your hip, and your breath caught, teeth catching on his lip as he rolled your hips against his. Quill moaned brokenly at the sensation of your teeth grazing his lip, of your hips moving against him, and you clutched at his shoulders to balance yourself over him. That moan was enough for you to forget your worry, at least for now, and you met his gaze, your own wide-eyed wonder mirrored on his face as you rocked against him again. Both his hands took your waist, fingers massaging into the sensitive flesh as he helped you in a slow, even pace against him and brought his lips to the side of your throat.

“God…” you whimpered, blinking against the shower spray as your head fell back and his teeth and tongue teased against your pulse point. You could feel the firmness of him pressing between your thighs, each roll of your hips against it sending a spark into the fire building inside you. “…Fuck.”

His lips moved to your collarbone, the base of your throat, before catching on your jaw and returning to your mouth. He kissed you like he was starving, like you were…

Your hands slid up either side of his neck to claim his cheeks, curl in his hair. He was still guiding you against him, his breath hot against your flesh. His hands were tight on your waist, his cock hard against the thin, soaked fabric of your underwear.

“Gorgeous…” he muttered before his lips found yours again. His hands moved to clutch the swell of your ass, and you groaned into him. “Fuckin’ gorgeous…”

“Quill…” He shook his head, a crease between his brows. Your correction came with your next, breathy moan. “Peter…”

“Fuck…” he replied hoarsely, his hands tightening on your ass. “Fuck, you feel so good. I—”

You moaned aloud as you felt all that wonderful pressure inside you finally burst, the rhythm of your hips stuttering as you came. Quill groaned against the underside of your jaw as your thighs squeezed around his. Your hands came to rest on his chest as you fought to steady your breathing, the pressure he sucked into the base of your throat sending ripples through your cunt.

Peter shuddered as you shifted against him, his hips moving automatically towards yours, desperate for the return of that glorious friction. His eyes rolled back and he cursed as you curled your hand around the length of him, hard as stone even between the soaked cotton blend of his underwear. “Christ, fuck, baby, I… God…”

Oh, when he called you ‘baby’…

You stroked him steadily through the fabric, the sound of his ragged breathing making you shiver. One of his hands moved to grasp your thigh, kneading into the flesh of it with each move of your hand. The other returned to your hair, balling in it, gripping it at the nape of your neck to hold you against him, your forehead pressed to his. He continued to mutter brokenly, hoarsely, half his words washed away with the water. He thrust up disjointedly into your hand, moaned as you squeezed the base, and brought his lips back to yours as he came.

You could feel him quivering against you as he came down, his hand loosening in your hair. It moved to your cheek, fingertips tracing along the edge of your jaw. His lips touched yours once, twice as he broke away, his nose bumping against yours.

“Y/N, I—”

Just as before, the sound of your name was like ice down your back, and you jerked away from him. His chest was still heavy in slow, steady breaths, and you braced a hand against it to push yourself unsteadily to your feet.

“What… what the fuck am I doing?” you berated yourself, pushing your hair out of your eyes. Your other hand passed the sensor by the controls, and the water shut off, leaving the two of you in sudden, encompassing silence. “What the fuck are we doing, Quill?”

He shook his head, water dripping from his curls. He sighed, his head dropping forward like it was suddenly too heavy to hold it up any longer. “I… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” you repeated, scrambling to pick up your clothes. A shiver wracked through you as the water still clinging to you rapidly cooled against your flesh. “I don’t… goddamn it!”

You’d tried to pull on your jeans, the fabric sticking stubbornly to your wet legs and refusing to move past your knees. You sighed in irritation, dropping them defeatedly.

“Do you have a towel?”

Quill nodded towards the cupboard built into the wall, a furrow between his brows. “You said you’d stay.”

You froze at the almost helpless note to his voice as he spoke behind you, and you closed your eyes. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I still…” you heard him stand, stiffening as you felt him step up behind you. He didn’t touch you, but you could feel the warmth of his presence. “I need you here. With me.”

You shook your head helplessly. “I can’t… I can’t be what you need, Peter. I’m not what you need.”

She is.

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rules

before you send an ask, please remember that i do have a life outside of tumblr. i swear i’m not ignoring your messages or requests, i'm likely just busy

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if requests are closed, you can still send any thirsts, moodboard ideas, thoughts or anything for me to expand on. i’m always happy to chat with anons about anything!

i do write smut, angst, fluff and pretty much anything and everything. i will always put warnings before any of my work. your media consumption is your own responsibility (this goes for minors engaging with nfsw content).

my writing usually steers toward a reader that’s woc (because i am one and i love to self-insert in my work), however, i do not write anything with specific features.

i do not write for real people but! i’ll happily talk about them if they’re mentioned in an ask (i.e. “did you see zendaya’s new post?!”)

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my nos:

while i did say i do write for a lot of things i do have a line i tend not to cross due to personal reasons

i won't write certain kinks/fetishes such as daddy kinks, piss kinks, degradation/humiliation to a certain extent, self-harm, or non-con scenarios

just because i personally do not fw those

i also don’t write cheating (unless you send me a really tempting ask, i can be easily persuaded on this) but murder and stuff is cool with me, too

everything else is basically on the table unless i say otherwise

characters i write for:

challengers: tashi duncan, patrick zweig, art donaldson

percy jackson: luke castellan

the last of us: ellie williams, joel miller

marvel: robert reynolds, peter parker, peter quill, steve rogers, kate bishop, pietro maximoff, marc spector, sam wilson, joaquín torres, wade wilson, logan howlett, johnny storm, peter maximoff, & any x-men or thunderbolts*

invincible: mark grayson, rex splode/sloan, nolan grayson, any of the mark variants, allen the alien

dc: dick grayson, jason todd, wally west, bruce wayne, clark kent, roy harper, koriand'r

arcane: league of legends: vi, ekko, jayce, jinx

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Welcome To My Blog (needs updated)

Some things you should know about me are that fact that I beg for asks then ignore them. I’m sorry if I never get around to writing them, but I really try. I go on huge hiatuses. I’m sorry. Please don’t urge this to not request at all. I’m getting better.

My blog is 16+

What I’ll write:

X reader (self inserts)

Gn reader

LGBTQIA+ themes

Fluff

Angst no comfort

Angst with comfort

Pairings

Platonic

Romantic

Parental figures

Comfort

Age gaps (legal)

Polyamory

Au’s (no alpha omega I’ll kms)

Forced feminization

(Honestly I’ll write some freaky stuff just as long as it’s not flat out sex)

Pet play

Teasing

Age regression (not as a kink but a coping mechanism)

What I refuse to write

Incest

Underage relationships

Pedophilia

Rape

Abuse as a kink

Slurs

Anything with, shit, or vomit

Self harm as a kink

Huge age gaps

Real actual people- (I think it’s personally weird.)

Zoophillia

Ageplay

The fandoms I write for/ characters

Sweeney Todd:

Sweeney Todd

Ms.Lovett

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Tatum Riley

Sidney Prescott

Ghostface (masked)

The Lost Boys

Micheal

David

Paul

Marko

Dwayne

Halloween

Micheal Myers (original)

A nightmare on elm street

Freddy Kruger

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Dr. Frank N’ Furter

Beetlejuice

Beetlejuice

Lydia

Adam & Barbra

House of 1,000 corpses trilogy

Otis Driftwood

Baby Firefly

The Boy 1

Brahms

Creep 1

Josef

Gravity Falls

Stanford Pines

Stanley Pines

Bill Cipher

Labryinth

Jareth the goblin king

Guardians of the Galaxy

Peter Quill

Gamora

Nebula

Yondu

Venom

Eddie

Venom

Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack sparrow

Bill and Ted’s excellent adventure

Bill

Ted

Heathers

Jd

Veronica sawyer

Edward Scissorhands

Edward

The Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy

Effie Trinket

President Snow (Coriolanus)

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

SuperNatural

Castiel

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lucifer

Gabriel

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Darry Curtis

Dally

The silence of the Lambs Franchise/ Hannibal

•Doctor Hannibal Lecter

•Clarice Starling

Hannibal NBC

Hannibal

Will Graham

[pastelghoul]

In This Lifetime - Peter Quill x Reader

Imagine Peter watching you grow older as he stays young due to his celestial heritage

Watching you walk down the aisle towards him was one of the happiest moments in Peter’s life. How he gazed into your eyes as you exchanged your vows, your hands entwined together with your hearts.

“I vow to love you always, in this lifetime and the next.” You spoke, your eyes locked against Peter’s as you blinked away tears.

How he cupped your face ever so gently as he kissed you, the way his hand caressed your waist during your first dance - you couldn’t have been happier.

“I’m so lucky I found you.” He whispered against your neck, swaying to the rhythm of the music. A soft blush crept across your cheeks, a rosy hue under the tranquil lighting.

You would always remember the proud smile he boasted as Peter held his son - Dewey - for the first time, cooing to him softly about how lucky he was to have such a beautiful mother and an awesome father.

“You’re going to grow up among the stars, kid.” Peter spoke softly, his eyes twinkling with utter joy.

By the time you were nearing your forties, you’d noticed your first few grey hairs. Peter chuckled as he watched you staring precariously into the mirror, plucking the few strands out of your hair.

“It’s not funny, Peter! Im only 37!” Peter held back another chuckle as he walked up from behind and hugged your waist, resting his head against your shoulder.

“I still think you look beautiful, grey hairs or not.” Peter muttered lovingly as he trailed soft kisses down your neck.

At 49, you’d started to notice wrinkles appearing where they hadn’t been before. You gazed across the room to peter, who looked no older than 30; he noticed your stare, getting up from the bed and making his way towards you.

“Stop worrying so much about your aging, it’s natural.” He reassured you, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes to frame your face better, his rough hand cupping your cheek.

Your 60th birthday was followed shortly by your 30th anniversary, surrounded by your friends and family, Peter and your three adult children; you felt so loved and lucky to have so many people that cared about you.

“Happy anniversary, love.” Peter said as he clipped a dainty necklace around your neck; it was a small gold necklace with a star on it, with the engraving “My Star-shine” on the back of it.

By your mid 70s, you’d noticed it was harder to get around. Being so active in your youth had managed to keep you healthy in your older age, however now you were starting to feel the ache of your body in the early hours of the morning, how you’d find yourself needing help steadying yourself when you got up.

Peter - only looking to be in his mid-late 40s - was always there to help you when you needed it. Some nights you’d find yourself sitting on the porch, listening to old songs from Peter’s mixtape.

“Dance with me.” Peter would say, extending his hand for you to take. Every time you’d take his hand, and every time he’d sway with you to the music under the stars.

It was just after you turned 91 your health took a vile turn. You’d been dancing with Peter, swaying gently to the tune when you suddenly collapsed.

Now here you lay in your final moments - Peter sitting by your side, his hand entwined in yours. The beeping of the medical machine beside you was constant, like a clock ticking towards the final countdown.

“Peter?” Your voice was hoarse, mouth dry from lack of speaking.

“Hm?” Peter mumbled, looking up at you.

“You’ve got some grey hairs.” You lovingly teased, watching as he chuckled in response.

“So do you.” Peter teased back.

“I love you.”

“In this lifetime and the next.”

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Touching the Star

(MCU!Adam Warlock x Ex-Avenger!Reader)

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Description: I live for angst, and this is going to be just a short few parts where reader rejects Adam's advances but slowly find themselves being hit with the realization that they do indeed harbor feelings; although, not as strongly, but they were beginning to grow.

Warnings: NONE OF THESE ARE PROOFREAD, mentions of canonical deaths, canonical violence, swearing, reader fell for Steve Rogers, alcohol consumption, kidnapping, Adam hurts reader, unethical experiments, animal abuse, vague hint of sexual thoughts, Rocket may or may not have feelings for reader, way too many near death experiences, mentions of infertility,(more will be added accordingly)

Word count: 4,377

You will be happy to know that the description in no longer click bait!

This is uncharted territory now. So, that means I can finally get creative with my writing instead of having boring bs that follows the MCU timeline. I know, I did this to myself so idk why I'm complaining. Anyways, it's gonna be a bit of a better, longer reading experience... yay... don't forget the angst tho.

I have no idea how many more parts there are going to be so stay with me while we figure that out.

Enjoy and pls don't come for me, I'm just having fun and simping for this golden mf :)

You stood in Rocket's office in complete and utter shock at his request, you couldn't even form words in fear of blowing up. He took your silence as a 'go-ahead' to explain his request further. "It's only for a couple of months; I don't need any accidents out in the field because you couldn't control your temper."

His mention of you temper had your teeth clenching, biting back your tongue. His request was outrageous, you knew you couldn't even last a few minutes in the same room as the sovereign, that was the whole reason you were in Rocket's office to begin with. You knew this had to be his way of a joke, a sick joke. He must've found it entertaining to take a jab at your short temper, that was his sense of humor.

You started to take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down thinking you were overreacting. Just when the sun began to peak over the horizon, Rocket had done the worst possible thing imaginable while you were angry, the little shit smirked. It was like he knew that his request had pissed you off and he was laughing about it.

You snapped, "It's not my fault he has a punchable face; I mean come on. what if one day he decides to run rampant? None of us could stop him the last time he was here. He nearly killed you! I can't just let that go."

Rocket pondered for a moment, but you knew he wasn't serious because his smirk was still plain as day on his lips. He sat there for a few more seconds before he scoffed, laying back in his chair and propping his feet against his desk, "Are you seriously worried about that? He's been here for almost a year, dontcha think he would've done something by now?"

"I..." You couldn't deny that you paused for a moment, the anger and annoyance disappearing. "I don't know..."

Rocket did have a point, if the Sovereign wanted you dead, he would've done something by now. He wouldn't be trying as hard as he did to fit in just to get back at you all, that'd be overkill.

Oh, how you hated being proven wrong, especially by a talking raccoon... who now had a shit eating grin on his face!

You could feel your anger boiling up again, already holding up a finger with a counterargument in mind, "...just because he saved Quill one-time doesn't magically make what he did excusable, and why do I have to babysit? Can't you just stick him with Nebula or Drax?"

And just as quickly as the pride set in for your argument, Rocket completely shattered it with more of the truth and a threat. "Like I said before, you need to control yourself around Adam, get to know him otherwise you aren't going on any missions."

"Rocket! I'm not a child. You can't just ground me from going on missions."

"You're throwing a tantrum right now. Tell me how that doesn't make you a child." You couldn't describe the overwhelming feeling to throw him out the window in that moment, it took all your self-restraint not to glare at him as is. "You can't tell me what to do fur-face."

"It's Captain Fur-face, so I think I have every right to tell you what to do." You could see his canines now. He was obviously pleased with his comeback.

You slammed your hand against his desk, glaring down at him with a finger pointed in his face. So much for self-restraint, "I'm not babysitting and that's final."

"Fine by me. That just makes this easier..." His demeanor switched up faster than you could process. His smile fading and a straight line forming where it once was. "I'll have to let you go, no missions, no guarding the galaxy, none of that. You'll be right here-"

You cut him off, not believing for a second he would do such a thing, "You're joking! You can't possibly be serious?"

He couldn't do that to you, could he?

"I've very serious. So, you can hand over the uniform and get the hell out of my office." You could feel your heart get caught in your throat, his expression was deathly serious. There was no twitch at the corner of his lips, nothing but that unamused look in his eyes like it was such an obvious thing.

You couldn't deny, the moment his words registered, you were sobered from your anger. It hurt the deepest part of your soul to hear him say he'd let you go, let all those years side by side go to waste, all because you couldn't get along with Adam.

How could you?

He was the reason Rocket almost died. He hurt everyone you cared about and acted as if he was this holy being that wouldn't hurt a fly.

"Rocket, please. I've told you enough times how I feel about-"

"And I told you a million times to get over it." You could feel the lump in your throat affect your ability to breath at his words.

His last words stuck, repeating in your head over and over.

You could already feel tears brim at the edge of your eyes. You quickly turn your head away from him, your arms coming up to cross over your chest. There was no way you were going to cry over something like this, not when he seems to be lacking empathy and understand on why you just couldn't accept Adam.

Over and over again. 'Get over it' repeated.

He made it sound like such an easy thing to do, but it wasn't. Not when you nearly lost ones you considered family, ones you've grown to love more than anything in the universe. It was like it meant nothing to him.

He couldn't be so cruel, could he?

He could, otherwise he wouldn't be threatening you with such a thing to begin with.

It hurt more thinking about it than you initially thought, because you could see the way Rocket shifted in his seat. He was already standing and stepping onto his desk to be level with you, his expression softening drastically. It was an expression you only saw when it was just you two, an expression that you were still so unfamiliar with.

"Come on sweetheart." His voice was just above a whisper as you felt his index and thumb against your chin. He turned your head to face him, his thumb wiping away the stay tear that had left your eye.

"Groot and I told you everyone deserves a second chance." You wanted to argue back that some people just weren't worth the effort, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You were afraid you would start sobbing if you attempted to speak, so you opted to staying silent as he continued speaking. "Use Nebula as an example. She's one of the daughters of Thanos. Thanos! And we still gave her a second chance and look how much she's done for us, does that mean nothing to you just because she was raised by him?"

You knew he already had your response by the flood of tears that spilled down your cheeks, "...No, she means everything too me."

He smiled softly, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek swiping away the stream of tears. You already knew his next words, and it made you lean into his touch to try and hide your face out of frustration. "Exactly, so just give golden boy a chance, yeah?"

It hurt that he was right, and you couldn't keep denying it. "Aye Captain. I'll try."

After that things felt more strained in your relationship with Rocket, you knew he wanted nothing but the best for his team and for you, but you couldn't bring yourself to welcome Adam with open arms. Rocket could see potential while  all you saw was a sovereign with incompetence, a child who lacked social skills, and proper battle etiquette. He was the very definition of a liability when it came to being a Guardian. The only thing he really did right was taking care of the f'saki and that still took months for him to figure out.

"May Blurp join us?" Adam had spoken much louder than you'd like, especially since you only stood a foot away from him.

You could already feel a migraine beginning to form, which was very rare for you to feel so, instead of answering you nodded your head. You knew if you spoke it would have revealed your annoyance and that would've compromised the 'get to know him' mission from Rocket.

You could feel the gentle paws of the f'saki against your leg, its small body was buzzing with excitement as it looked up at you. You couldn't lie, it was a goofy looking pet but he was definitely one of the more adorable pets you've encountered compared to the many weird creatures other planets considered pets.

You leaned down just enough to run your hand along the top of his head and behind his ears, and underneath his chin. There was a rumble within its throat that had it topple over onto its back, its whole body going limp wanting belly rubs. You couldn't stop the smile that found its way onto your features at the display, already forgetting the man standing beside you watching the whole scene.

You knew right then that Blurp was the only thing that was going to make your day with Adam more manageable, or at least you hoped his cuteness would keep you distracted from Adam's presence.

The first thing on your to-do list that day was feeding the animals, which wasn't to bad when you usually did it but with Adam by your side it was much more difficult. He would ask way too many questions with that annoyingly loud voice, like you were a world away when you were in fact two feet from him. It's not like you could just walk away or tell him to shut up, so you forced a polite smile and giving short, sweet answers. However, it didn't make it any better, he took it as an invitation to nag your ear off.

"What is the name of this creature?" Adam tilted his head slightly, watching as the animal took food from your palm and ran elsewhere to eat. "It's a monkey, like I've told you before."

You could hear the annoyance in your own voice, but it seemed to fly over Adam's head as he nodded, testing the name on his tongue. "What benefits do these monkeys have?"

You stuttered over yourself, honestly having no idea how to answer that. You may be from Earth but you had no clue what monkeys actually did to contribute to the life on Earth, which was embarrassing to say the least. You just shrugged, deciding it was best to just avoid answering it without embarrassing yourself.

Adam hummed, crouching down next to you to hold out his own palm for another to come take the pieces of fruit from his hand. His shoulder gently brushed your own, his warmth digging past the fabric of your shirt and to bare skin. He was like a walking heater, it was surprising he wasn't sweating from how high his body temperature was. You could already feel the gentle tingle crawl down your back as you shivered, he clearly didn't understand personal space.

Every now and again Blurp would nudge his head against your palm, like he knew you were already at your breaking point with his owner. It offered relief every so often, but it mostly had you just as annoyed. Not only did you feed him treats every now and again, you also scolding him when he tried to play with animals much larger than himself. Adam would watch as you chased the f'saki around the pin so he wouldn't get trampled, or if he scared off some of the animals.

Some pet owner Adam was.

Within the next hour you both were finally finished up, and setting off to do your next and final task of helping Drax with the kids, which wasn't your strong suit. You weren't very good with kids to begin with but more so now because you were tired, not just sleep tired but tired of keeping the facade of being friendly with Adam.

Drax was quick to put you to work, helping aid him in teaching the kids English. It wasn't to hard, most of them were very quick learners but as the classes went on one girl in particular had a hard time sounding out some of the words, so much so that she began to cry. You and Drax were very quick to comfort her, mostly Drax while you knelt beside watching silently and offering an apologetic smile.

She didn't seem to care what Drax was saying in their native language, only focusing her big teary eyes up at you. Then she spoke, so softly as she pointed at you. Drax had this really soft genuinely sweet grin on his face while he stood up, and when his attention turned to you it spread into a goofy shit eating grin. You were very confused, wondering what exactly was said.

"She asks for your comfort," His words felt like they were barely whispered into your ear, like it was supposed to be a secret, but you could tell there was a small hint of something else in his words. You could feel your face heat up out of embarrassment, your heart racing against your chest out of fear of doing something wrong. You grabbed ahold of Drax's shoulder, leaning up to his ear and whispering as quietly as possible, "I can't comfort her, I'm not good with kids you know this!"

Drax finally let out a laugh, that hint of something earlier must've been his attempt at hiding it. "I know, it's hilarious. You do not know the first thing about being a mother."

You never wanted to hit Drax in the face more in that moment, absolutely hating that he knew just as much as you that you were horrible with kids. "Can't you just... ya know be a dad and comfort her yourself?"

"Are you denying a child the want of a mother's comfort?" Drax's booming voice had your ears ring and your body flinching, you realized then that you had struck a nerve. "No, no, I mean you were a dad. You know more about this than I do."

Drax squinted his eyes slightly, before smiling. "I am a very good dad. This is your learning experience."

And with that Drax excused the kids and started to guide them toward the canteen for dinner. You were stuck with the still crying child and Adam, who was still sat in the same spot watching you intently. You were very close to just walking away but the pleading within her big vibrant blue eyes had you staying in place.

Your mind raced a million miles a minute while you pondered on what to do, instinctively you held her small hands in your own not sure on what to say or what to do. You rubbed gentle circles over her knuckles and that seemed to calm her down enough to just sniffling instead of the sobbing she was doing.

It took a few seconds before you spoke, "It's okay sweetheart..." Your brain short circuited after speaking. You didn't even know if she understood you but you tried your best to continue, tripping over your own words.

"I understand your frustration, it's hard to grasp such a confusing language. I had a hard time too." You took a deep breath, not realizing you had been holding it, then she spoke again saying something you couldn't even begin to understand. Her sobs from earlier came back much hard while she looked down at your hands, grip tightening slightly while the warm droplets began to drip onto the back of your hands.

You glanced over your shoulder to see if Drax was able to come translate but you could only see a glimpse of him through the window smiling while attending to the other kids. Shit, he was to busy. How were you even going to help if you couldn't even understand what she was saying, maybe you should've taken Drax up on that offer for lessons on the language. Maybe then you'd at least be able to understand some of what she had said, so you could offer at least some comfort.

"I was punished for being imperfect compared to my peers." Adam's distant voice had you turning your head to him, your blood beginning to boil at his trauma dump interruption.

Could he not see that you were stressed enough as it is?

"Adam, as much as I'd love to have a conversation with you I'm kind of in the middle of something." There was venom in your words as you snapped at the golden man sat not to far from you, your glare pierced directly into his golden eyes. His expression flashed with something you couldn't recognize before he quickly shook his head,

"No, no, not me, her." Adam looked to the girl in front of you, your gaze followed his as you felt your heart breaking for her.

You've been to these classes, seen how they laughed, interacted, but none of them had cried like this or spoken of their time on that ship, of the experiences they had. It was horrible, disgusting, that she had been dealing with this for so long and now it became to much for her to bare. The trauma was definitely still there, it hadn't even been a full year since you all rescued them from that horrible place. You couldn't understand how they could do that to such a sweet and smart little girl, who had the potential to be something more. It was the High Evolutionary so it did make sense but it didn't make it any less mournful.

"Oh, sweetheart. No one is going to punish you for not being able to understand something. You just have a unique way of learning, there's no reason for you to feel less than perfect." You wrapped your arms around her smaller form, completely forgetting about your worry from earlier, all that mattered was that she needed to feel better.

It didn't take long for her to sob into your shirt, gripping onto it like it was her lifeline. She started to repeat a different sentence into your chest, you obviously didn't understand it but Adam had this look on his face a much deeper more meaningful look that even made you want to cry. You didn't know what it was that had him standing up to leave but you ignored it, glad that he wasn't hooked to your hip.

You stayed with the little girl saying sweet encouraging words, lifting her onto your lap while she continued to cry. It was awhile of comforting her until she fell asleep within your hold. If she was just a regular child she would have fallen asleep ages ago so it didn't surprise you it took her so long.

You held her within your grasp while you followed along side Drax to where the children stayed, the building coming into view from down the street. Adam was following a ways behind you both, being oddly quite the whole walk there. You didn't want to admit that you loathed the silence, really wanting something to distract you from the feeling in your chest when you looked at the girl huddled close to the warmth of your body.

It was a strange feeling, the maternal feelings you felt. You wanted to protect her with your life, to love her and show her what it truly felt to have a loving parental figure. You couldn't deny that it felt nice to prioritize someone other than yourself, someone much smaller who had an opportunity to be more than you were. The more you looked at her, thought about her, you could feel that maternal feeling grow into something more of guilt.

The thought that those bright blue eyes she had belonged to someone you once knew, her smile brightening up a room, her hair taking shade of that lost love, and her whole personality being a mix of the two of you. You imagined her not as she was but as a child that you'd never have with said person. It hurt, it stung the deepest part of your soul to even imagine her as someone who would never exist, maybe this was why you were never good with kids. Because the kids would never be yours, never be his.

God, you hated yourself, hated that you still felt this way. Just the thought had your heart aching and your stomach turning. You always imagined what he was like, what it felt like to be with him, what being a parent would've been like with him at your side.

You would feel his soft touch against your stomach, his feather like kisses against your neck, his strong hands taking your own to help you out of bed, his voice whispering sweet nothings to you as he rested his head against your stomach whispering stories and I love yous to the baby growing there. His hands would rub small circles against your aching feet, he'd get you every food you craved, held you when you cried, lifted you with no effort to place kisses against your cheek, he'd give you words of encouragement on those hard days.

God, you couldn't even bring yourself to say his name, afraid you'd fall down deeper down this rabbit hole of what ifs.

You shouldn't be thinking of what ifs. He could be dead for all you knew, just another person on a long list of ones you've lost. So why does he still linger in your mind?

You've had more than a handful of boyfriends and dates, so why did he make a home in the deepest parts of your heart and soul when he finally had his happy ending and left you with a broken heart. Maybe it was because no one compared to him, they didn't have his smile, his personality, his way with words that had your heart thumping against your chest, or the chill that went up your spine when he held you close, or the feeling he gave you just by being in the same room. No one compared to him, your best friend, the forbidden fruit. the one you couldn't have.

Everywhere you went people got hurt, people left, people grew, and you were stuck here hooked on a past from a life time ago, refusing to forget, to get over it.

It's funny even now, Rocket's words continued to eat away at you. Maybe he was right, you just need to get over it and move on. You had everything you could ever wish for here on Nowhere. You had people you loved, people who genuinely cared about you, people who have done the absolute most for you no matter the trek, people you could call your family. So why did you feel so lost?

You felt your grip tighten on the girl in your hands.

It was her. Front the first moment you helped her from into Nowhere to escape the grasp of the High Evolutionary, she had an unfamiliar look in her eyes as she looked up at you, thanking you. It was as if you were the first person to show her genuine love, like you were the very being who created the galaxy she existed on. She acted as if she was lucky to even coexist with you, you could see it in the way she broke down when she couldn't be the perfect little girl one time. If she could only feel what you felt when you looked at her now. The urge to protect and love her as if she were your own. And as she slept in your arms, you knew she didn't want to be anywhere you weren't and that frightened you.

"Are you alright?" There was a gentle hand against your shoulder that had your attention snap to who had just saved you from your thoughts. To your surprise it was Adam. He was so quiet earlier you didn't even realize he had been watching you this whole time.

You wanted to speak, to say you were okay and that nothing was wrong but the look in his eyes and the way his brows knitted together told you that he already knew something wasn't right. His hand came up to gently cup your cheek, wiping away the tears you didn't even know had slipped out. You wanted to pull away, to tell him to fuck off but his warmth had you leaning into his touch without even thinking. You were embarrassed, annoyed that he's just watching you silently cry and you were letting him.

Adam doesn't say a word. He just continued to hold your face within his hand as he wiped more tears that spill down your cheeks. It made your heart skip a beat at the way he gently held you, like you were going to break if he even breathed and you hated that it felt nice to just be held.

You wanted him to say something, anything so this felt less awkward, so your brain would stop thinking but you couldn't deny that you liked he didn't prod for an answer.

"Why are you crying?" Drax had broken your silent moment with Adam, the other kids already long gone into the building.

You could feel your face heating up, the earlier embarrassment not comparing to what you felt now.

You pulled away from Adam's touch quickly, forcing a small smile while you brought the girl into Drax's arms. He looked down at her, then at you and Adam. Drax wanted to say something you knew it, but his gaze lingered on Adam for a bit longer before he decided it was best left unsaid.

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Rocket and Peter with a reader who's super into loud punk and metal music? I can imagine Peter jamming with it if it's 80s music

Jam time

Ahh yes, the glue that holds the movies and the family together. Mother flarking music. Honestly, some of the songs from the tape of Vol 3 should've made it to my Spotify wrapped but anyway >D

Peter and Rocket always saw you around the ship during your downtime with earbuds in and a device that you call an iPhone ??

But whatever you were listening to, it sounded pretty good to you when you started humming along with it.

"Maybe it could be David Bowie??" Peter guessed ??

"Or maybe that one direction some humies talk about" Rocket snorted at the thought of it.

So one day, when you were out on a mission, you happened to accidentally leave your phone behind. You always take it with you on missions.

Maybe just this once they both thought.

So they opened your phone and found your music playlist, the most recently listened to song was called Kickstart My Heart by Mötley Crüe.

"You ever heard of them Pete ??"

"Never heard of them in my life"

He plugged in his earbuds and shared one with Rocket, beginning the song... Holy flark that's a sick rift.

The two continued to listen to the song until a familiar voice was heard.

"What are you two doing ?? Why do you have my phone ??"

They scrambled to put it away and tried to deny it ever happened, but you could hear the song loud and clear.

You then grabbed your phone and pulled out a portable speaker, plugging your phone in and the song came to life again.

"You like Mötley Crüe ??" You smiled listening to the song.

"First song we ever listened to, they ain't too bad." Rocket said.

"What other ones do you have ??" Peter asked you.

You had whole kinds of music from the 80's consisting of heavy metal or rock, like Guns n Roses, AC/DC, INXS and more.

The three of you would jam out late into the night just badly singing the songs as they went, but you were in your own world, just happy to be with your friends.

Rocket's personal favourite from your playlist would be Don't Change by INXS. it just resonates with him well.

Peter's would be thunderstruck, it gets him hyped up before any mission he goes on.

Peter always claims that music is the reason the guardians stay together, and honestly he might not be wrong, cause when the three of you do your jam sessions. It's like a whole living experience for you guys, just being together in each other's company.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

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Outer Banks (ignoring S4)

♡ characters i will write for!

MCU: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Quill, Adam Warlock, (Tom Holland's) Peter Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Matt Murdock, Robert Reynolds, Sentry, The Void

Rivals: Black Widow, Iron Fist, Iron Man, Moon Knight, Spider Man, Star Lord, Winter Soldier, Adam Warlock

LaDs: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

Arcane: Silco, Jinx, Mel

OBX: Sarah Cameron, JJ Maybank, Kiara Carrera