#drax one shot

[zerozeroren]

Fakiru week, day 7: Scatter(ed thoughts)

A bonus speedypaint

[literaryavenger]

Meet The Guardians Of The Galaxy

Summary: The Avengers meet the Guardians of the Galaxy for the first time.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I'm not sure what this is, but I was just thinking how it might go if the Avengers met the Guardians of the Galaxy. It started with the reader cooing at Groot and Bucky being jealous and this is what came out, lol, hope you like it! Needless to say, this doesn't follow the MCU timeline, like basically all of my other stories. Don't ask me how Thor knows the Guardians, the bitch just do. I also just needed Bucky fluff, like always, and I'm really happy how it turned out! Like always I appreciate asks and messages and am always up for it if you have any ideas.

Masterlist

By this point you’re very aware that there’s life on other planets, that the universe is a place much bigger than you ever imagined. Working with the Avengers allows you to see so many things that you never thought could possibly even exist.

Super soldiers, superheroes, enhanced individuals, even Thor himself is a demi-god from literally a different planet.

This particular demi-god is the reason why today you and the rest of the team find yourselves in the common room of the Avengers Compound, a spaceship casually parked in your yard.

They call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket, Nebula, Drax and Mantis, literal aliens currently bickering amongst themselves because they came to earth to visit Thor the wrong day, resulting in Thor not being home for their arrival.

"Is that a plushie?" you ask, a little confused, pointing at a little teddy bear-like thing on Quill’s shoulder and effectively ending their search for who is at fault for their mistake.

He looks even more confused than you and asks "What the hell is a plushie? This is Groot, he’s a Flora Colossi."

You decide, for my own peace of mind, to ignore the latin and instead focus on the cute little thing on his shoulder who is now moving and looking at you weirdly.

"I am Groot." he says in the cutest voice ever.

"Oh my god, you're just adorable!" You say, reaching your finger out for him to hold, freaking out at his cuteness.

"I remember when you used to talk to me like that…" you hear Bucky mumble behind you, which makes you laugh and, with your attention still completely on Groot, you tell him "God, you really are a needy bitch, Barnes." at which everybody laughs.

"Yeah? And you’re just a bi-"

"Hey!" you basically yell, interrupting him and startling Groot.

"I’m kidding!" he quickly says, putting up his hands in defeat. With one last glare at Bucky, your attention turns back to Groot.

"I am Groot!" he says again.

"I know honey, you said that." you tell him.

"I am Groot." he says, yet again, at which Sam answers "Yeah, you’re Groot, got it."

Groot says "I am Groot." again and, before Sam can say something that you're sure is gonna be very rude, you turn to the Guardians and ask "Why does he keep saying that?"

Rocket is the one to answer "Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to I and am and Groot. Exclusively in that order."

His answer leaves you all a little dumbfounded but again, for your own sanity, you all seem to decide to let it go.

Instead Bruce asks "So how do you understand him?"

"We speak Groot." Nebula says like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"How can you speak ‘Groot’ if he says literally the same three words, in the exact same order, in the same way every time?" Tony asks, starting to get a little frustrated, probably because the genius can’t do something that seems to come really easy to a bunch of space idiots.

"We manage." Quill simply says.

At this point Groot reaches his little hands towards you, signaling that he wants to be picked up, so, before Tony can make any sarcastic comment, you look at Quill and ask, excitement clear on your face "Can I?" while pointing at an awaiting Groot.

"Sure." He says, and you very carefully pick him up and put him on your shoulder.

"Be careful not to move too fast, he’ll hold onto your hair for dear life." Gamora warns you.

"Noted." you say giggling a little when Groot sticks his tongue out to Gamora, then she does the same to him, making everyone else laugh too.

"Buck, look how cute he is." you coo at Groot who's playing with your finger.

"’s not that cute…" he says quietly but you hear him, and apparently so does Groot because he says "I am Groot." in a very annoyed tone that prompts a chorus of whoas and protests from the guardians.

"The acorns on you, kid!" Quill says, and everybody just knows he said some really bad words to Bucky.

"Who even taught you that word?!" Rocket sounds like an exasperated parent.

"I am Groot."

"What do you mean, Drax taught you?! WHY WOULD YOU TEACH HIM THAT?" 

"The small tree asked." Drax says unbothered.

"Just because he asks doesn't mean you have to teach him dirty words!"

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"It's really common sense, Drax." Gamora interjects, calmer than Rocket.

"I am Groot."

"See, even Groot knows you don’t have common sense, Drax, that’s why he asked you." Quill says.

"I am Groot."

"I am not stupid, tree!" Drax glares at Groot.

"See, he’s not cute. He’s a disrespectful little shit!" Bucky says, also glaring at poor Groot.

"I am Groot." the guardians snicker, leaving the rest of you confused.

"What? What did he say?" you're too curious not to ask as Groot is now glaring back at Bucky.

"He said he doesn’t understand how a sweet person like you is with someone like him." Nebula translates, earning some gasps and snickers from everyone else too.

You look at Bucky trying hard not to laugh and he looks like he's about 5 seconds away from murdering Groot.

He takes a step towards you but Groot, still on your shoulder, makes the cutest little growl and starts flinging one of his arms around in Bucky’s direction, the other one holding to your hair so as to not fall.

"Oh, he’s ready to fight a bitch." you say unable to hold in your laughter any longer and the others follow you.

"What?" you turn around and Drax is giving you a confused look.

"What?" you say, calming down from your laughter.

"I do not understand. He does not resemble a female dog." he looks at Bucky and then back at you.

"He- I don- What?" you’re as confused as you’ve ever been, everybody else’s faces mirroring your own.

"His people are completely literal, he doesn’t understand metaphors." Rocket explains.

"Oh… fun." Tony says, still a little confused.

"Is it though?" you hear Gamora mumble, before Mantis starts giggling.

"It is!" she says with the joy of a kid on christmas morning.

"It’s really not." Nebula says casually, and from that the Guardians start bickering amongst each other.

You look at Groot who’s still on the warpath with Bucky and then at Rocket, the only one not saying anything.

He meets your eyes and simply says. "This is what I gotta live with."

"Oh, poor little racoon." you coo at him while laughing and that seems to stop the bickering.

"Hey, I am no racoon!" Rocket tells you defensively.

"I am Groot." Rocket groans and Quill snickers.

"Groot’s right, he’s a trash panda." he says knowing the people of earth will know why that’s funny.

Some of the Avengers laugh, but you gasp trying to hide your amusement for Rocket’s sake.

"You know, you might be right, Buck. He’s not that cute and innocent after all." you turn to your boyfriend, who gives you a slight pout.

"I’m cuter than him, right"- he asks you with those puppy eyes he knows make you melt.

"Aww, of course you are, baby." you give him a kiss on the cheek, almost forgetting about Groot on your shoulder until he talks again.

"I am Groot." the Guardians “aww” and coo at him but before you can ask, Mantis explains. "He says he understands now why you’re together."

"He says he can see how much you two love each other." Gamora finishes.

You smile at Groot and he smiles back before making the cutest yawn, looking at Bucky and doing grabby hands at him.

Bucky looks at you and you take his hand and guide it towards where Groot is, he’s uncertain but when Groot climbs on his hand Bucky looks almost like a little kid seeing a butterfly up close for the first time.

He brings Groot against his chest and the little tree gets comfortable and falls asleep almost immediately, while everyone else in the room coos at the two.

"This might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen." you whisper, not wanting to wake up Groot, and Bucky looks up at you and flashes a smile bright enough to light up the whole of New York.

"I guess he is kind of cute." he says looking back down at Groot’s sleeping form, leaving everyone else snickering as quietly as they can, while he imagines how it would be to be like this one day with a baby that’s his and yours, and you can’t help but think the same thing.

Part 2

[imblocking-you]

AINT NO WAY THEYRE SHIPPING QUILL WITH NEBULA

[lillywillow]

Five Guardians and a Baby

Summary: When the Guardians of the Galaxy are tasked with returning a baby to her home planet, they find themselves becoming very attached to her along the way

 Written for: @the-slumberparty ‘s Christmas in July Challenge

 Words: 1594

 Prompt: Found Family

 Pairing: Peter Quill x Gamora (briefly mentioned)  

 Warnings: Kind of a rough start but ultimately a lot of fluff, also a bittersweet ending

 A/N: While the piece itself isn’t festive, I did like the found family trope. Also, sort of set between the two movies.

 The Guardians of the Galaxy recently landed on a planet. They thought they would stock up on supplies but their landing came with a rude shock. Whatever had come through before they arrived had totally razed the town. Fire was everywhere and no matter where you looked there was death and destruction. Peter ran ahead in total disregard for his own safety to search for survivors. The longer he searched, the more his heart sank until finally, he heard the sound of a baby crying. He raced to the sound and discovered a badly injured man holding a wailing infant. It was clear they were not from this planet.

 “Please… you have to help me,” he begged.

 Peter knelt down beside the man.

 “What happened here?” he asked.

 “We were visiting this nation as a part of our traditional peace treaty between our people but… a huge beast attacked…” the man wheezed before bursting into a fit of coughs.

 “The beast was slaughtered but not before it killed almost everyone here… take the princess… explain to my people what happened here… My royal seal will allow you entrance into the palace…”

 The man took off an official looking pendant from around his neck and placed onto the wiggling bundle. Princess Saphrinia held the crest in her little hands and continued to cry.

 “Keep… keep her safe…”

 Peter nodded and picked her up. The man gave a grateful smile before passing away. Peter gave the man a moment of silence before taking the baby back to the others to explain what had just happened.

 That was how the Guardians of the Galaxy ended up taking care of a baby princess.

…

 The first few days were a learning curve. Rocket didn’t even want to take a baby on board but when giving some thought that Saphrinia was in fact a princess, he thought that maybe her family might pay handsomely for her safe return. It didn’t matter that he didn’t have a clue how to care for her, that was everybody else’s problem. However, it did bother him when the baby wouldn’t stop crying.

 “Make it stop!” Rocket shouted, coving his ears.

 “I’ve done everything! I’ve tried feeding her, burping her, putting her down for a nap…” Gamora stated, trying to sway with the unhappy child.

 “Maybe she needs changing?” Peter suggested.

 “Well, I ain’t doing it!” Rocket protested.

 “I’m not doing it,” Peter argued.

 “Make Gamora do it. She’s the woman,” Rocket huffed.

 “Excuse me?!”

 Gamora placed Saphrinia down and started fighting with the two males. Neither them even noticed when Drax picked up the baby and calmly changed her without complaint. After a few moments, they did notice when the shrieking had stopped and looked at Drax in surprise.

 “You forget, I once was a father,” he explained.

 The trio fell silent, feeling a touch of guilt.

 Saphrinia cooed and sleepily laid her head against his chest. Drax carried her to the makeshift nursery they had set up on the ship and laid her down for a nap.

 “Little princess, one day you will grow into a strong, independent woman. You will grow into a fierce warrior and have the armies of Thanos trembling at your feet… rest for now,” he softly smiled, watching the girl snuggle up and fall asleep.

…

 Some time later, Peter went into the nursery to check on Saphrinia. He smiled as he saw her yawn and rub her eyes.

 “Hey, little sleepy princess. Did you have a good nap?” he asked, picking her up.

 Saphrinia cooed and cuddled him.

 “Do you want to come with me to the local bar and help me pick up chicks?”

…

 After they had first picked up Saphrinia, the Guardians had stopped at the nearest inhabited planet to stock up on supplies and do any necessary repairs to the Milano as well as get what they might need for the baby. Peter had noticed a tavern there but hadn’t had the chance to visit until now. He ordered a drink for himself and something non-alcoholic and suitable for Saphrinia.

 “Now let’s scope the local talent,” he muttered to himself.

 Saphrinia babbled and looked up at him.

 “You know, you’re pretty cute, kid. A real babe magnet,” he smiled.

 The baby smiled back at him, showing off the few teeth she had.

 “I actually want to have kids some day but I worry I’m not going to be a good dad… my own old man ran out on us before I was born so I don’t really have a good role model… well, I suppose Yondu did the best he could but do I really want to raise a kid like that?”

 Saphrinia blinked up at him, drinking from her sippy cup.

 “Okay, here we go… two hot babes incoming, act cute.”

…

 After some time, Gamora went to check on Saphrinia only to find her not in her crib. She ran out to see if any of the others had her.

 “Rocket, have you seen Saphrinia?”

 “No… Maybe Drax has her,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the repair he was working on.

 “He said he hasn’t seen her since he put her down for a nap,” she explained, starting to feel the slightest bit of worry.

 “Maybe he lost her but then again, who would be stupid enough to lose… Quill!”

 The pair of them came to the conclusion together. They knew Peter had been thinking about going to the tavern and if he had Saphrinia, that would be where they would be.

…

 When the two Guardians found Peter Quill, he had two gorgeous women hanging off his every word and fussing over the baby. Rocket went over there and tore strips off him while Gamora took the baby and headed back to the ship with her.

 “Ugh. Men,” Gamora scoffed. “One day, you’re going to have to know how to handle yourself around men like that. Don’t be fooled by their pelvic sorcery. See through their act and strike first.”

 Saphrinia grinned cheekily at her. Gamora wasn’t even sure if the infant even understood the words she was saying but it was nice to have some kind of female companionship.

…

 They travelled many days with Saphrinia which bled into some weeks. During that time, they became quite close and fond of the baby princess.

 One day, Peter was walking by a doorway when he spotted Groot and Saphrinia sitting in the middle of some kind of deep conversation. With every “I am Groot,” the small walking tree spoke, the child would respond with a babble or coo. Every now and then, one of them would giggle or laugh. Peter quietly called the others over to watch the two children bonding. They smiled, enjoying watching the pair of them happily chatting about… whatever it was they were chatting about. Peter put his arm around Gamora’s waist and she laid her head on his shoulder. Then Saphrinia did something she had never done before… She managed to push herself up onto her chubby little legs and stood up. She wobbled and fell back down onto her bottom but got back up. Saphrinia took one step, then another. They were all so proud of her.

 “That’s my girl! Come to Uncle Peter!” he cooed, holding his arms out to her.

 Saphrinia completely ignored the man and made a bee line straight to the racoon.

 “No, no. Go to Quill. Go to Quill,” Rocket protested.

 Saphrinia wrapped her pudgy arms around him. Rocket’s body stiffened for a moment before he slowly returned the hug and gave her a pat on the back.

 “Uh… Good job with the walking thing, kid,” he praised.

 Saphrinia smiled brightly and waddled off for a hug from Gamora. Rocket smiled softly before spotting Peter grinning at him.

 “What?!” Rocket snapped.

 “You big softie,” Peter grinned.

 “Quill, I am not above biting you,” Rocket warned, storming off.

 Despite his tough guy exterior, Rocket did truly care for the little girl.

…

 Finally, the day came for the Guardians of the Galaxy to say goodbye to Saphrinia. The three adults and racoon (although he wouldn’t admit it) had come to think of her as their daughter and Groot thought of her as his sister. Saphrinia’s parents paid them a big reward for the safe return of the baby princess but leaving her was the hardest thing they ever had to do. Rocket tried to make a big deal they only brought her back for the payout but Peter was sure he saw the racoon wiping a few tears as they headed off.

 They knew one day; they would see her again. With her parent’s guidance, Saphrinia would blossom and become the queen she was destined to become. Her time with the Guardians would become one of her earliest memories and she would treasure them always. The Guardians of the Galaxy would always be welcomed on her planet. Even if it was for a short time in her life, they were her family.

[rakruined]

I just realized why Rocket gets so pissed at Drax for nearly getting them all killed for revenge in volume 1

He blames himself for not taking Floor and Teefs and just running after Lylla got shot.

"That's no excuse to get everyone else dead along the way" he says, recalling that when he took revenge for one friend it led to two more dying.

[tizeline]

Hi, love your Au and your art!

Since the Drax boys have lived in the Hidden City their whole lives, they have a much better sense of community than the Donnie. Even if they aren't the most well liked since I assume most yokai find their views on human's extreme. They can still go down to a supermarket, a restaurant, a park. All things in which Donnie has never been able to do out in daylight. How would they react onto figuring out. "Oh, crap this kid is a socially isolated weirdo [affectionate]." Like would they do a montage of dragging Donnie to all their favorite places? Also, I imagine that yokai culture has different faux pas, any Donnie might just accidentally do something offensive, like how he did in Witch town by not collecting the worms right. Or he might accidentally do something incredibly dangerous like go to a place with gangs or go to Big Mama's and he'd have no idea because Donnie's not a resident of the Hidden City. Also, do you think Yokai celebrate Christmas or New Years? I imagine it would be very weird for Donnie to see people that look like you and be under the same category of 'freak' (in the human city) just walking around doing everyday things. Especially since Donnie's spent his whole life hiding, walking around and not worrying about if some human scientist is going to nab you must be world-endingly weird. Also, it would probably give Donnie hope for things he's never been able to do before. Make a proper friend group, own a home in a neighborhood, and go to college. All the regular teen things he see's people in the movies and April doing.

Also, something I've always wondered in canon, do you think Donnie has his shots? Since he can't access a regular doctor, do you think he's just like a carrier of every single dead disease. I assume he's probably immune to a lot of sicknesses because of how Draxum made them. But imagine Draxums reaction when he wants to get Donnie's medical records (I imagine Draxum is a stickler for health, shots, and Doctor checkups as a form of affection) and Donnie has to tell him he's literally never been to an actual Doctor. I imagine at some point he made records for himself, but that was probably when he got a bit older, so for the first seven years or so, Splinter was just hoping Donnie didn't come down with anything deadly.

I'm also betting that the Drax boys are a bit smarter than canon because Draxum seems like the type of person to do ZERO skimping on education. Like yes, Donnie's still smarter, however I do think they Drax boys are just smarter than canon, like they probably know high school algebra, science, yokai history all that stuff. I think it would be cool to see the boys reference a piece of yokai culture of history and Donnie just be like ".....what". I imagine it make him very mad to be out of the loop in any piece of knowledge. However, Donnie could make a human pop culture reference and also get the Drax boys confused.

LMAO yeah it's quite weird for Donnie to be able to just. Walk around in public without having to worry about anyone finding out that he's a mutant. It takes him a while to adjust to the fact that he doesn't have to hide his turtle-features amongst yōkai, he probably instictually keeps doing it for a while at first (keeping to the shadows and wearing clothes that hides his appearence, stuff like that).

His brothers are quite eager to introduce Donnie to all the cool stuff in The Hidden City that he's been missing out on. And while part of Donnie's difficulty with social interactions is just a symptom of him being autistic, him growing up so isolated definitely made things even harder for him. A lot of his knowledge about social etiquette he learned from like........ shows and movies, and I don't think 80s martial arts- and campy sci-fi-movies are the best teachers on how to interact with others lol. He had April of course, but she's one person and also kind of a weirdo too. And all of that just may have given him insight on how to socialize in human society, he's very unprepared for yōkai society!

His brothers really don't mind this, partially because Donnie's behavior is so similar to Draxum so they honestly just find it endearing. They also fully expected Donnie to have been completely traumatized from living amongst humans. The fact that he's (mostly) fine, just a bit eccentric, is great news to them! Also a lot of yōkai consider the entire Draxum family to be a bunch of weirdos too, maybe Donnie doesn't really fit in amongst other yōkai as much as he'd liked but he DOES fit in amongst his family, both the Hamatos and the Draxums! :]

Also LMAOOO- Splinter: "This is my son Donatello, he has every disease"

Honestly..... yeah Donnie kinda mostly relied on his mutation-enhanced immune system growing up. Donnie, being a NERD, might have figured out how to get himself vaccinated for at least some stuff eventually. I also imagine with Splinter knowing he himself is the closest thing to a medic he or Donnie were ever gonna get access to, he put in effort into research and other precautions to be safe. That being said, he's not an expert, and while I do believe the Hamato Ninja Training included some basic medical training like first aid and such, there's the small problem of both Splinter and Donnie both having EXTREMELY weird biology on account of the mutation, so Splinter kinda just had to guess a lot and hope for the best when it came to Donnie's health

Regardless, I absolutely belive that as soon as Donnie's relationship with Draxum became slightly less hostile, Draxum managed to convince Donnie to sit down for a checkup. And OMG Draxum being so concerned about his kids' health as a form of affection is both adorable and hilarious 😭

And yup the Drax Bros got a much better education in the AU compared to canon lmaooo (Leo still doesn't like reading books though). Donnie is still definitely the most academically gifted, but yeah his brothers of course are going to know a lot more about yōkai stuff in general, which kinda makes Donnie a little bit insecure. Specifially when Raph, Mikey and Leo start talking about something yōkai-related that Donnie is completely ignorant of, then that makes him feel a bit left out. Of course, then he, April will talk about something human-related and then his brothers are the ones out of the loop (aside from maybe Leo he knows quite a bit about human pop-culture)

[maybe-im-dark]

This scene from the first movie is so much more emotional after watching the 3rd one. Notice how Rocket flinches for a split second when Drax pets him? It probably was the first physical affection he has received ever since the hug Lyla gave him, before she was shot dead. With all the aggression and roughness he has build up as self protection, nobody ever dared touch him and this is the first time he has opened up, letting his true emotions show and being vulnerable. And instead of laughing about him like the high evolutionary did after (supposedly this time) losing a friend, no, Drax goes up to him and comforts him. It must have been this moment for Rocket where he realized, that these people genuinely cared for him and he could trust them

[five-hxrgreeves]

Not Like Quill

PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader

WC: 2.5k (longer than I intended, oof!) 

SUMMARY: after your half-brother and half-sister leave, you’re left to fill in Peter’s shoes on the Guardian team. Unfortunately, Rocket can only see the faults where you lack the qualities that his best friend has. Luckily, though, a certain golden boy is always there to cheer you up.

WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, fluff, angst if you squint.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: so this is my first official one shot AND first time writing for GOTG (hopefully I did a good job.) I saw GOTG3 in the theaters almost a week ago and WOW, was I surprised by Adam!! (I make it a point to not watch trailers to avoid spoilers.) I liked Will in The Dawn Treader but I haven’t seen any of his other movies since they’re not genres I usually watch, but I have been SLEEPING on this man!! I’m now obsessed with Gally (I’ve never even seen TMR but I’ve now read a ton of FFs) and, of course, Adam. So, here’s a one-shot :)

I know that Peter gave Rocket his Zune but in this scenario he gave it to you, his other half-sister. You do have powers but they’re not really mentioned here; if anyone is interested I can make a sequel/prequel.

Part 0 , Part 2

The repairs to Knowhere were going well— or at least as well as could be expected with leaders who bickered as much as the remaining Guardians. Peter and Mantis had left the planet a few weeks ago, leaving everyone quite sad at their departure. But, there were things to do so those that remained moved on as best they could in order help out. You, however, as Peter’s half-sister, had been hit harder by their departures than the others. Mantis and Peter were the only family you had, especially since the group had killed your father (not that he’d been a good one, of course.) Sure, the other Guardians had become like family to you over the years, but they weren’t blood— but this is also the only reason why you decided to stay instead of going off on your own like your siblings.

To make matters worse, the only physical reminder that you had of your brother was his Zune, which he’d left to you since you’d always stolen it anyway. Almost every day since his departure you could be found with the Zune clipped to your belt with at least one— and often both— earbuds plugged in to drown out the world. You busied yourself with helping the rest of the population repair their homes, enjoying the physical work as it tired you out too much to think about your missing family. When you weren’t working, you were training, which is how you (more officially) met one of the newest members of the Guardians, Adam. It hadn’t been the best first meeting, but that was a story for another time.

You were grateful to him for saving your brother so after he apologized for almost killing you, you forgave him pretty easily. Since you wanted to fill up your free time as much as possible, you offered to help train him because although he had powers, he’d barely been a match for the Guardians during the initial fight. You became close because of this and you found that you enjoyed his myriad of questions. You made sure to always be patient when answering him since you knew that the other Guardians were either too busy or would snap at him.

However, that was about the only good thing that had happened to you since the defeat of the High Evolutionary. The only time you really saw Rocket, Groot, Drax or Nebula was when you helped out around the headquarters or went on a mission, and even that wasn’t the same as it used to be. Rocket was a very different leader than Peter; he was, well, smarter, so that was good, but he had yet to acquire any sort of nurturing or encouraging attitude. When they trained as a team to get used to each other (as they had also added Kraglin and Viola to the group), Rocket would veer towards critical rather than critiquing.

“No, on your left, you idiot! Your other left!”

“You call that aim? Blurp could hit the target better than you!”

And, lastly, “that’s not how Quill would do it!”

Ouch. That one was always aimed at you, for anything Rocket could criticize you for. It didn’t have to just be training; sometimes he took it to ridiculous levels, either for the music you selected or the food you cooked. Anything you did, he compared you to your brother. And of course, you loved Peter; along with the other Guardians, he had saved you and Mantis from Ego and for that alone you would love him, but he had left you terribly big shoes to fill and you weren’t even the leader. You tried to hide how much Rocket’s words affected you— usually by keeping your Zune close at hand to drown him out, but they did get you down.

Even worse was his nickname for you. Although it had once been endearing, “little Quill” now felt like more of an insult— as if he knew you could never measure up to Peter. You never confronted him about this since you knew Rocket had a barbed tongue, but after being abandoned by your siblings, his words seemed to hit you harder than before. So, you kept your distance from him as best you could and tolerated it when you couldn’t.

On this particular day, you had decided to make chocolate chip cookies, which Peter had taught you to make on the first ‘Christmas’ that you’d been with the Guardians. You were really missing your brother so you plugged in your earbuds and started on the familiar recipe. In this instance, the kitchen that you were using was communal, so it was no surprise that someone else walked in on you as you baked. You didn’t notice at first, too lost in the music of Bohemian Rhapsody.

Adam had come into the kitchen after following the sweet scent that had caught his attention. He smiled a little at the sight of you standing at the counter, elbow-deep in. . . something. It was golden in color, although lighter than his skin, and flecked with black. He waved to get your attention but as usual, you were oblivious to your surroundings (and you were a fighter?) so he made his way over to you and tapped you on the shoulder.

Feeling the presence of another person, you turned around to see who it was— if it was anyone worth talking to— and when you saw that it was the (literal) golden boy, you sent him a smile and pulled one earbud out of your ear. “Hey, Adam.”

“Hi,” he replied you, still a little uncertain with less formal greetings. “What are you making? It smells really good.”

“Chocolate chip cookies,” you said. “Peter taught me how to make them. Do you want to try some?”

He looked at what was in the bowl curiously. “What does it taste like?”

“It’s sweet. If you liked the smell I’m sure you’d like the taste. Watch,” you instructed. Then you carefully picked up a small bit that had a chocolate chip in it before you at it. You closed your eyes and hummed at the delicious flavor.

Adam copied your action carefully, even going so far as to close his eyes and make the same sound— and then he repeated it more genuinely as he realized how good it was. You grinned at his reaction. “You like it, huh?” When he nodded, you added, “want to help? I’m almost at the fun part!”

“What’s that?”

“It’s where we make the cookies— this is just the batter,” you explained.

After you both washed your hands, you showed him how to form the batter into matching spheres and line them up on the baking tray. As you worked, you talked about the music you were listening to and even transferred your spare earbud to him so Adam could listen as well. Bohemian Rhapsody had become Starless by the band King Crimson. . . and of their better-known members, Adam Belew. You couldn’t help but find it amusing that Adam had the same name, and that one of the lines was “sundown dazzling day/gold through my eyes.”

As he finished forming one of the last cookies, Adam glanced up to see the hint of laughter in your expression. Although he didn’t know what was funny, he smiled back at you. For some reason that he didn’t understand, he was happy that you were happy; it was an emotion that you didn’t really seem to show that often, so the rare chance that he got to see it only made it more special. Your grin widened at you leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially: “now comes the fun part!”

He frowned with confusion. “I thought making the. . . cookies was the fun part,” he said slowly, trying out the new word.

“Sort of, but everyone knows the fun part is licking the bowl!” you exclaimed happily. “Like this.” You scraped some of the remaining batter together until it was big enough to eat before you popped it into your mouth. Together you made quick work of the remaining batter and then you put the bowl in the sink. You’d started the oven earlier, so it was ready for the tray.

After setting the timer, you made a face. “Now it’s time for the worst part: doing the dishes. Peter hated doing them so much that we usually just put them in the contamination chamber and chucked them out to space,” you explained with a giggle. “If anyone asked why we had to buy so many new dishes we just said that Peter was really clumsy.” You finished the story with a wistful look, remembering all the fun that you and your siblings had had before the Snap had ruined everything.

Adam wasn’t sure if doing the dishes was really that bad, but the happiness that had been present while making the cookies had slipped off your face, so he figured that it must be an arduous task. Wanting to spare you the discomfort, he offered: “I can do them, if you want. You did most of the work anyway.”

His suggestion pulled you back to the present and you shook your head. “You don’t have to. Since this is your first time having cookies you can just enjoy them. Next time you have to help,” you added playfully, covering up your sadness as you always did with humor— you learned that from your brother, after all.

The golden boy allowed a small smile at that, although he’d picked up on your habit. “I can wash and you can dry?”

You agreed, and soon the task was done. While you waited for the cookies to be finished you answered a few more of Adam’s questions. You found his curiosity refreshing after spending so much time with smart-ass, know-it-all teammates that wouldn’t know how to ask question if it slapped them in their face. (And yes, you did love your teammates— that’s why you could call them out on their stubbornness.)

The cookies were done about fifteen minutes later and you took them out to cool for another ten before you took one for yourself and one for Adam. You sat down next to him and bit into the warm dessert, closing your eyes again to enjoy it. As much as you liked the batter, the finished cookie was definitely better. Adam seemed to agree as he made the same sound of enjoyment from before, causing you to open your eyes and grin at him. “Good, huh?”

“Definitely,” he agreed, and he was finished with his cookie before you were done with yours.

You saw him eye the tray greedily, which caused you to laugh. “Go ahead, you can have another one.”

As he did so, the other members of the Guardians entered the room, apparently drawn by the same scent that Adam had smelled. Kraglin took his with a nod of thanks, stuffing one in his mouth as he left the room. Viola took one as curiously as Adam had, seeing as she’d never had a cookie either.

“You can take some to the other kids,” you told her— you’d made a double batch since they were pretty popular, so there was plenty. She thanked you as well and took some extra for her friends.

Then, it was Rocket’s turn. After the rest of his reactions to whatever you did, you found yourself holding your breath as you waited for his opinion. It only took a moment before he pronounced: “not bad, Little Quill.” You perked up at that, eyes wide with hope that you had finally done something right— something that Peter couldn’t do better than you. But Rocket wasn’t done: “not like Quill’s, though.”

You slumped in your chair as he took a few extra, oblivious to the effect his words had on you— but Adam noticed. “I think hers are better than Peter’s,” he spoke up quietly.

“Sure, blondie. You ain’t never tried Quill’s though, so ya don’t have a comparison.”

“I don’t need to,” he insisted, glancing over at you. “I know they’re better.”

Rocket scoffed with disbelief but didn’t bother arguing the point (he knew he was right, anyway), and left the room without so much as a thank you. Adam glanced over at your defeated posture; you’d been so confident and happy moments before the other Guardians had come in, but now you seemed to shrink into yourself, as if Rocket’s careless words had physically hurt you. Normally your recovery time after such an incident would be fast so no one else could pick up  on your feelings, but this was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back— if you couldn’t do cookies right, what hope did you have for anything else?

You suddenly felt a warm hand settle on top yours, which had been resting on the counter. You looked up sharply, surprised by the touch— you hadn’t been so much as hugged since Peter and Mantis had left. Adam’s expression was sympathetic, but there was a hint of anger in his golden eyes. “You’re not like Quill,” he said.

Unfortunately, you mistook his words after being so used to Rocket’s insults and looked away. You’d expected this sort of thing from him, not from Adam, and the blow hit you harder than anything Rocket had ever said. “I know,” you snapped, taking your hand away from his. “Thanks for the reminder.”

He gave you a confused look since he wasn’t sure what chord he’d struck to cause your reaction. It dawned on him quickly how his words could have been interpreted and he gently took your hand again as he repeated more firmly: “you’re not like Quill. You’re. . . there isn’t anything to compare. You’re not your brother— Rocket shouldn’t expect the same things from you that he did for Peter.” He hesitated for only moment before he added, “I can. . . talk to him, if you want.”

As he’d spoken, you realized you’d made a mistake and your initial thoughts had been right: Adam wouldn’t use your brother against you. You felt guilty for jumping to conclusions and gave him an apologetic look. Then, his words really sank in; a statement about how special your uniqueness was from someone whose society was literally carbon copies made your face heat up at the impact of his sentiment. You found that you couldn’t look him in the eyes and lowered your gaze to your still-connected hands. “I— thank you,” you said softly. “I just wish Rocket would see that. You don’t have to talk to him— I should be able to do that myself; I’ve been his teammate for longer, after all. But. . . I really appreciate it.”

His expression softened as he squeezed your hand, which inexplicably made your stomach roll nauseously (but in a good way, like when Peter would do loop-the-loops with Milano’s pod.) “Anytime, Little Quill.”

And just like that, “little Quill” went right back to being an endearing nickname.

[writinganon1]

This is called I went insane! enjoy :)

@cokoweee

O, now, for ever. Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content.

Othello, Act 3 Scene 3

~

Water licked against his arms as he floated there silently, occasionally wiggling his fingers to create ripples that lapped against his face. 

The heating lamp above the tank rotated to heat the rest of the water. Pushing off the wall to follow the direct rays he let his head dip under the water. Warmth rushed over his head, his legs flicking momentarily underwater as he let himself sink beneath the ripples. 

A smile spread across his face.

It was so nice to be here again. Nothing but him and the water. 

The door to the room opened with a squeal. He sank deeper, hoping she would look over him and leave him be. 

He swore violently as a hard plastic ball hit his head with surprising accuracy. Reluctantly floating back to the top, he let his head barely break the water's surface and glared at Kendra. 

“ I made dinner. Eat some of it.”  She paused, eyes sweeping over the deck of the tank. “With me so I know you did.”

“I already ate today.”

She groaned and kicked at the water. “Two rice cakes, a mango, and a bag of oranges do not count as eating. One meal. K’mon, we agreed to this.” 

“M’not hungry.” 

“I will drag you to the kitchen worm. Do not doubt me.” 

He let air hiss from his mouth softly and flopped to his stomach, letting his feet rise to the top of the water. He kicked in a single swift motion to reach the bottom of the murky pool water. Propelling off the gritty pool floor, he shot himself upward through the water toward the deck. He kicked twice, his legs close together, arms held tightly in front, soaring through the water. When he was able to see the light again, he let his arms fall to his side and let his head bob up to the top. He shook his head to get rid of excess water he swung a leg over the ledge of the pool and climbed out.

“Dramatic much,” Kendra grumbled, water beads dripping rhythmically from her hair. “I know you can get out normally. I’m on to you.” 

He shrugged, wrapping a large towel over his shoulders and dragging his feet over the rough pool deck. “Turtle stuff. You wouldn’t get it.” 

She rolled her eyes and quietly followed him, mumbling all the way.

She threw a pair of sweatpants at his back. “Put on some pants you big slut!” 

He held up his hand, letting the longest of the three stick up. 

“Did you just give me the middle finger?” She laughed. “Do you even have a middle finger?” 

He turned his head, scowling at her laughing face as she overtook him on the walk to the kitchen. “I’d say go to Hell, but they’d hate you too.” 

“I’m gonna pop the soup in the oven.” She looked him up and down. “You stop being a whore.” 

He called back, waving the pants over his head. “ I am a proud slut!”

He paused as the smell of the pants hit his nose. 

Lavender. 

It definitely wasn’t his detergent. He just got whatever Drax claimed was the cheapest. Had she been washing his clothes? He’d honestly assumed Sheldon had been doing most of it for him, but Sheldon knew better than to use her detergent. Why would she do that for him? 

He pulled them over his legs, his mind twisting in circles as he shuffled into the dimly lit kitchen. Snapping his fingers quietly, the lights burned a brighter hue, purple flickering in occasionally through the yellow light bulb. 

Kendra placed a bowl of soup in front of him, sliding it towards him when he didn’t immediately start eating. He placed his hand on his chin, lowering it slightly towards her as he pulled it away. Thank you

She nodded briefly before sitting down next to him, her own bowl of soup in front of her. 

“What's wrong?”

He frowned, ladling soup into his mouth as she watched him. He didn’t need to bother her with what he was dealing with. Didn’t need to weigh her down. 

So he smiled instead, his lips curling upward ever so slightly as he moved his hands. He brought a hand to his chin again, this time letting his fingers rest just below his face as he curled them into an O, his fingers expanding outward as he moved them away from his face. Nothing. 

Kendra’s frown deepened as she translated his hand motions. “You’re not talking. Something is wrong. You were just talking a second ago. What happened?” 

He paused, the soup on his spoon dripping into the bowl beneath it, as he conjured up the strength. 

“Why are you still here?”

“Hmm?”

“I mean it. Don’t play dumb. Why are you still here? With me. Dealing with all of this?” He waved his arm around the poorly lit kitchen, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I could have given you enough to move out and get a place of your own. But you stayed here. Why?”

She stayed silent, rolling her eyes as she went back to eating her soup.

Maybe this wasn’t the time to have this conversation. She seemed happy. There was no need to ruin her night. 

He cursed silently as a hiss fell from his mouth. There was no getting out of it now. Kendra looked over, almost on cue, her head tilted in question. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of this?”

“Of what?”

“I don’t know…taking care of me.” He lowered his head as heat flushed his cheeks. “Doesn’t it ever get too much?”

Her head tilted further, eyes softening as she watched him flounder over his own words, silent nonetheless.

“I wouldn't have had dinner if you hadn’t made it tonight. Isn’t that pathetic? Don’t you want someone else? Someone who can take care of you the way you deserve? Why me?” 

Silence filled the kitchen, her eyes following his head as he sank to the counter to rest his forehead against the cool granite.

She was not a broken thing like him. She had cracks along her face sure, but she was still beautiful. Still perfect and stunning. Perhaps those lines allowed her to understand him in some way. The way he felt for her when she opened up. 

But he- he was broken. Chips taken from his heart, from his soul. They could not be replaced by time. They were forever gone and he was forever broken. No one would fill those cracks. For his were not relationships lost, but people he would never hold again. 

No amount of love would bring them back. 

“I’m not mad at you you know?” She said softly, her hand reaching to his hand, fingers twisting with his. “I should’ve said something.”

“I’m sorry.” 

She scooted closer, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I’ll listen.” 

Of course she would. She would always be there for him. In some form or fashion, she’d be there. He couldn’t do the same for her. It was pitiful. And yet she was still here. 

“Do you hate me?” He asked quietly, pushing her head away from him.

She paused, her hand outreached, inches away from his arm. “I hate what you have allowed yourself to become.  Nothing but a plastic bag floating in the wind. No purpose, just going where the wind blows you.” She punched him, her eyes flickering with anger. “ It’s ridiculous. I know you’re more than this. I know it and I want to see that man. I want to see you back in that lab of yours making things you love.”

“I can’t.” He whispered, 

“Why not?” She pressed, holding his arm like he would float away if she didn’t force him closer. 

Looking to the side he stared at the hallway leading to the lab. “If I make something it has to be perfect. It has to be amazing and useful.”

“You can’t just make things for fun?

“It had to make up for the fact it came from me.”

She yanked her hand away, lips curling in disgust. 

She believed it too then. That he was nothing more than a disappointment. There was no harm in continuing. She was sure to leave after this. After she saw who he was. 

“I am not the same person you met all those years ago. With a want and passion for life. Building things on a whim while I pretended I was someone I wasn’t. I’ll never be him again. He’s-”

Her face hardened suddenly. “Don’t tell me you’re not the same person I met years ago like it’s a bad thing. I am not the same girl you fought in the streets. Change may not be easy, but it’s not for the worse either.”

He blinked slowly. It was true. She had taken time to become better. She’d worked hard to overcome her past and become someone new. But he had just sat there. Wasted away while the world passed around him. Fought dozens of battles. Won dozens more. And for what? There was no real purpose to it. 

 Just anger. 

Just emptiness. 

Just pain. 

He was no butterfly. Locking himself away from the world like she had, emerging something better, something beautiful. Taking to her new life like a fish to water. He was no beautiful creature. 

He was a worm. Aimlessly wandering through the dirt. Stopping often to sit and ponder. What did worms think about? Probably their worm brethren. Or worm sisters perhaps? No matter. Worms were gross and he was one. He liked to wiggle around on the floor too. Dirt was nice. He would probably have to bury himself in the mud after this conversation anyway.

He looked back up to see her staring at him, her eyes full of compassion. 

Taking a deep breath he continued. “They left and suddenly things changed. I didn’t want to get up in the morning. There was no one there to greet me. My hair got long. I didn’t cut it. I didn’t care. I stopped building things. It wasn’t fun anymore. I couldn’t bear making something that wasn’t for them. I didn’t care for the company my dad fought too hard to give me. The house got messy. I didn’t clean it.  It took- it takes, so much effort to do anything. My dad started coming less and less. He probably hated me for a while. Life hated me. That I know.” He paused. “I suppose I hated myself too. “

Her hand reached out again. “You’re always going be sad about what happened to them. We can’t fix that, can we? But it doesn’t mean you made the wrong choice back then. It’s just something you have to carry.” She wrapped her fingers around his nubs. ” It hurts to let go. But maybe it also hurts to hold on so tight? It’s a fine line you balance Tello, and I think you have a foot on both sides. You shouldn’t expect to be able to balance it perfectly.   And eventually, we’ll work on setting it all down, but let’s try to deal with carrying what you have for now ok?”

He stared, eyes brimming over with tears. How could he ever manage to balance the now with what had happened all those years ago? He couldn’t let go of them, they were a piece of him. And yet- they were holding him back from truly living. 

She climbed from her chair to sit on the counter in front of him, forcing him to look at her. “I’m not asking you to endure this on your own. I’m aware that it’s hard, I know all too well. But I know that enduring this will bring the outcome I want to see most.” 

“Which is?”

Reaching out, she cupped his face gently. “You. Caring about yourself and not just the ones closest to you.” 

“I’m sorry” He whispered, turning away. 

She moved his head back to look at her. “I’m not upset with you. I’m just sad. Sad that you think you don’t matter to me. I want you here. But you’re locked up in that little world of yours so often that I don’t get to see you.” She slid her hand down to his cheek, cupping it once more. “I like it when we see you. You know that right? Sometimes I try knocking. And you’ll open the door a crack and you just sort of stare for a second and then disappear right back in your little hidey hole.” She tightened her grip ever so slightly. “What can I do for you to stay outside?” 

“Wait for me.” His voice comes out choked and small. “Wait for me. I need you to wait for me. And I’m sorry that it’s taking so long and that it’s going to take so long. You really don’t have to stay for me.” 

“I’ll always wait. Even if it takes twenty years or a lifetime. I’ll wait for you. And if you are too tired to speak then let me sit by you.” She leaned her forehead against his. “I too am familiar with the silence.”  

The dam burst. 

Tears fell faster than he could wipe them away. 

“I am lonely Kendra. Even with you here next to me, I feel so hopelessly alone. There is nothing I can do to fill the void I feel. I’ve tried everything. It just gets deeper and deeper and I continue to drown. Nothing I do lets me swim.” He swiped at his face furtively as tears dripped down his face.”  I feel so empty, so- so drained. I can’t describe to you what I feel because it would make no difference. There is nothing. Nothing you can do to fix it.” He gestured to himself. “To fix me.” 

He will always be a fragile thing. A caged bird with broken wings. He had built that cage himself of course. Broken his own wings as he let himself slide deeper and deeper into the void of crushing loss. Broken birds did not fly. 

He certainly never would. 

Kendra moved from the counter to his lap, her legs dangling over the seats edge. 

She wrapped her arms around him, head in the crook of his neck, words breathed softly against his skin.  “Maybe you do not need fixing. You’re a mess of good intentions. I can see it. I don’t know why you can’t.”

He pushed her away again. “I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of.”

“Mmm?” 

“I hurt people in the Nexus. I did it just to feel something but I didn’t even feel anything. Just anger that my brothers weren’t there.” Running his fingers through his hair he leaned his head back.  “I killed some of those people in cold blood Ken.”

She pressed closer, placing his hands around her. 

He melted against her, body racked with sobs. “Do you want to know something? Rock bottom isn’t as bad as they say it is. It’s a nice place to rest your head. No one expects a thing from you. You can look up and admire the sky. Admire the beauty of the world passing around you. Climbing up from rock bottom is what’s hard. People expect you to be what you were before you fell. But I don’t think I’ll ever be that again. And it hurts. It hurts to fall.” His chest heaved with hiccups as he tightened his grip on her, tail curled around her leg. “Because the climb up isn’t easy. It’s hard and I’ve scraped my knees and torn my hands to shreds and all I have to show for it is this.” He gestured around the dingy kitchen hopelessly. “Looking up was safer than wondering when I’d fall again. I don’t like this. Is that awful of me? To want to go back sometimes. When I was just nothing.” 

There's silence again. She holds him, letting his tears soak her shirt as he does nothing for her. He was such an idiot. Spilling his heart out to someone who had her own struggles. She never told him about her life. Would he ever get to know about her past? Other than the spats they’d had the in streets all those years ago. 

“I’m sorry” He choked out.

“For what?” She whispered against his head. 

“...Being me”

Pulling him impossibly closer she took a deep breath. “Grief never leaves, maybe it starts to feel less like stabbing at your heart and more like a hand helping you through life. I think you need to look at where you were a few months ago. You’ve come so far and I’m so, so proud of you.”

“You can leave. You don’t have to stay here with me.” 

“Othello Von Ryan one more word out of you about me leaving and I will personally drop-kick you onto the freeway.” She said, her voice dripping with sweetness. 

“There are simply no words suitable for what I need to say to you. Maybe we were never meant to fall in love. Maybe we were meant to stay enemies, friends at most. But here we are and I managed to fall for you. And I fell hard. You were never supposed to know about my childish crush on you. But you did, and now we’re here acting like two strangers fumbling through their life stories while we fall apart in each other's arms.” 

She laughed, her voice thick with emotion. “ That’s why I’m here. I am going to love you in all your moments. Whether you are fighting to keep your head above water, or soaring through the waves I will be here. Do you understand? I want to be here with you. I want your mess as much as I want the rest of you. I’m not leaving because I don’t want to. This is where I belong. I fell in love with you not because you were some sort of perfect man to fix all my problems. I fell in love with you because I saw how hard you tried. Because you let me see your imperfections and worked past them, pushing past your comfort to help me.” 

Her face pressed against his plastron, tears running down her face as she hugged him tighter. He watched as she held him close, as if her arms alone could hold him together. It was beginning to feel like they could. 

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled against her hair. 

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” She whispered against his neck. 

He leaned against her, a funny feeling in his chest. What a curious thing love was. So strong that it could make him forget his past. So gentle to caress his broken body. So perfect for the two broken people they were.

He wrapped his fingers in her hair, hard enough to feel her pulse beneath her skin. She immediately reciprocated, hand wandering to tangle in his hair, the other around his neck. 

“Can I ki-”

She cut him off, pressing her lips against his, quieting his words. 

He kissed her back, kissed with a desperation he didn’t know he had. Passionate and fierce; tender and questioning. 

Her lips were soft, pillowy against his, her smile pressed against his own. He could feel the tickle of her breath under his nose as he breathed her in. He moved off the stool, hands lowering to her hips to carry her. Her torso melted against his skin, breath hot against his face. 

Stumbling backward, tripping over the coffee table they’d placed there earlier, he fell backward onto the couch. She buried her face in his neck, laughing at his mishap while running her fingers over his shell. 

He shivered as she drew circles with her thumb, her other hand still tangled in his hair. 

“I’m not…” He spoke haltingly, voice raspy with fear. “Good enough for you.” 

“No one is perfect.” She mumbled, inclining her head to lean against his forehead. 

He brought his hands up to frame her jaw, their breath intermingling from the closeness. “I am more imperfect than most.”  

She leaned against him, pressing her lips to his. “I will love the deepest darkest parts of you. I will kiss away the pains your head causes you. I won’t leave. I will fall in love with you over and over. I don’t care how, where, or when, no matter how long it’s been your mine.” She murmured against his lips. 

Warmth blossomed in his chest, sparks flying as he watched the rise and fall of her breath. Kendra was his. 

Nothing else matters. Not the past conversation, not the salty tears streaking their cheeks. Nothing mattered but her. The way her body pressed against his, with every fiber and part of his being he wanted nothing more than her. 

Because it was Kendra. Kendra who tasted like home. Kendra who’s hands were soft and gentle. Kendra’s hands who would cradle his broken heart. Kendra who whispered her way through his mind. And it was Kendra who he’d focus his time on. She saw something in him that he couldn’t see in himself. But her lips held no lies. There must be something there that she was waiting for him to unlock. 

He hoped she would be there when he did. 

~

She loved me for the dangers I had pass’d. And I loved her that she did pity them. 

Othello Act 1 Scene 3 

-Writing anon 🤡

✨la de da de daaaaaa✨🧚@crowleys-pockets

[autumn-hiraeth]

love, love, love..

pairing: adam warlock x guardian!reader

just fluff

a/n: writing one shots isn't my strong point, but I'm trying due to the lack of Adam's fics... hope you enjoy it!

I need more Adam's fics!! :(

“ Adam's masterlist”

All your friends knew that there was something going on between you and the Golden perfect boy. Everyone seemed to notice, except for you and Adam.

So the guardians, Cosmo and Phyla Vell's main idea, had come up with a plan so that you and Adam could be together, 'cause all your friends were tired of seeing you two flirt so painfully and come to nothing.

" He follows you like a lost puppy Y/n" Nebula pointed out, although it wasn't a secret that since you saved Adam the golden boy didn't leave your side.

"It's just 'cause he is scared, he'll learn to do things without me around" you reasoned and your friend mocked.

"You two sleep in the same room"

" It was only once!" you quickly said, your cheeks turning red as you remembered the time Adam had accidentally fallen asleep with you, you two used to do some reading and listen to music every night. No one would have known about the little slip between you and Adam if only Drax hadn't seen it and he had told everyone.

"I'm just trying to say that it's okay to feel love for him Y/n... you two are... cute together" you opened your mouth to reply, but Nebula added "if Quill were here, he'd say there's an unspoken thing between you and Adam"

.

.

"So you and Y/n, huh?" it was Kraglin's turn.

Adam looked at his friend when he mentioned your name. "We've seen how you look at her and turn into an idiot when you're with her" That one had been Drax.

The golden boy blushed in embarrassment, he had never had the intention of looking at you for a long time, but he liked doing it, he liked being with you and that's why he had pretended to have fallen asleep the other night, he liked being hugged by you and longed for another night with you.

"Y/n is the most beautiful creature, I'd be a fool not to feel that way about her, right?" Kraglin nodded enthusiastically, apparently it wouldn't be that hard to let Adam know that he was in love with you because he already knew it.

"Then why don't you tell her?" Kraglin asked and Adam sighed.

"I wanna tell her but I don't know how"

Drax patted his shoulder "maybe I can help you, silly man in love"

.

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"Y/n..." Adam spoke, stopping your reading; both were in your room, specific place? your bed; you were holding Adam while you both read, but neither of you was really paying attention to the story of Achilles and Patroclus.

You couldn't stop thinking about what Nebula had told you.

"I need to tell you something" he freed himself from your arms over his body and looked at you, face to face. Drax had told him that he had to be direct with his words and actions.

"I'm in love with you" he confessed, expecting the worst even though Kraglin had told him nothing bad would happen.

You looked at him for a few seconds before finally speaking "I love you too, Adam" you muttered and Adam smiled, his heart was pounding and he felt so happy that his feelings were reciprocated. He loved being loved for you.

After that Adam wasted no time in following Drax's advice; the golden boy pushed you against the bed with determination, his body on yours made you feel safe and warm, then Adam cupped your cheeks and kissed you awkwardly making you gasp from his actions and his tongue on your mouth.

.

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" finally they are together, happy?" Rocket said and Phyla Vell and Cosmo nodded happily " fine, now let's leave the lovebirds alone "

[grigori77]

Reasons to LOVE Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

It's brand new in cinemas, so there are still plenty who ain't seen it, so if you're among 'em best skip this and just GO SEE IT, it's SO well worth it, genuinely it's one of the best new movies I've seen so far this year. Hope you love it as much as I did!

So, yeah, there you go - SPOILER WARNING, FOLKS!!! If you don't wanna get spoiled, RUN!!!

Still here? Okay, here we go then ...

This really is, UNAPOLOGETICALLY, a comedy. I mean yeah, this is a classic fantasy action adventure in the Willow, Krull or Ladyhawke mold, but it is also very enthusiastically POKING FUN at the classic conventions of the genre ... albeit CLEARLY done with great affection and love for the material, as only the best lampoons can be. So this is more The Princess Bride or Galaxy Quest than Your Highness or Spaceballs ...

Chris Pine is ALWAYS at his best when he's being FUNNY, so he is PERFECT here. Edgin is most definitely a bit of a douchebag, but he's the sweetest, most lovable douchebag you'll ever encounter.

Holga. Literally just EVERYTHING about Holga. She's my favourite character in this, this REALLY IS the best role that Michelle Rodriguez has EVER HAD, if you ask me. She's a total badass, a truly AMAZING FIGHTER, but I love that despite her dour demeanour she's actually quite sweet, gentle and really a great innocent in many ways. She's an absolute cinammon roll and must be protected at all costs.

OH MY GODS!!! All the easter eggs, SO MANY easter eggs ... FAR too many to count throughout, all the references and nods and winks to the game itself, all the spells and races and creatures and stuff ... but I love how the movie NEVER beats you over the head pointing any of it out, it just lets you enjoy it. So the proper fans will get a huge kick out of spotting it all, but casual viewers will just enjoy it as rich worldbuilding colour and flavour.

Seriously though, it's a D&D fan's DREAM!!! Not just the mimic, or the owlbear, or the gelatinous cube! SO MUCH to spot ...

Justice Smith's Simon gets THE CLEVEREST and best introduction in the film, I love the theatre scene, he's SO BAD at this while also simulataneously being really great. Totally sums up this gloriously clunky hot mess of a sorcerer ...

the opening is GENIUS, totally sets the movie up as it means to go on - the parole hearing is a brilliant comedic take on the scene-setting infodump which is brilliantly carried through in the way the movie delivers exposition in a fun way or just lets you absorb it through what's happening in each scene. This is the perfect, TEXTBOOK way to do it.

"That is one pudgy dragon!" LOL

Doric. Just EVERYTHING about Doric. Sophia Lillis' tiefling druid is a wonderful diminutive little action hero, so fiesty and capable. I love her. It's just a shame she's not primary coloured, I'd have loved it even more if she'd been blue, or red ...

The Wildshape Escape! XD Yeah, I love that, that's THE BEST set-piece in the whole movie, definitely, when Doric gets cught out spying and has to shapeshift on the fly to get away, and it all plays out in one immersive single shot that just leaves your heart in your mouth ...

Oh, the Speak With The Dead montage, that is comedy GOLD. Funniest scene in the whole movie. And with added payoff at the end! XD

Rege-Jean Page's Xenk Yendar. Oh boy, that paladin is something else. I love how LITERAL he is, he's like Drax in GOTG but much more intelligent. Y'know when Holga says: "You're not a lot of fun, are you?" to him? She's so wrong. I just wish there was more of him in this ...

The heist! Oh, the heist! So good ... the portal trick, it's great, love the way they did that, and then that HILARIOUS bard illusion distraction - Pine skipping the song like a broken record was just chef's kiss!

That wonderful wibbly-wobbly illusory reality thing whenever Simon tries to atune to the Helm ... wow, that is some spectacularly trippy shit. Granted, twice is fine for terms of pacing, but I could've done with a few more scenes of that, it's fascinating.

Hugh Grant really has just become a MASTER at playing smarmy, slimy duplicitous gits now, hasn't he? Forge is a reprehensible prick and I love it.

I love how they made Bradley Cooper a halfling for his cameo. They're never gonna let him live down the fact that he's now probably best known for playing a two-foot-tall talking racoon so forever after he will be a Short King.

Wow, Daisy Head's Sofina is a CRACKING villain, she's just SO CREEPY!!! I love how coolly menacing she is, a brilliant dark necromantic wizard that just makes your skin crawl. Especially at the end ... IS SHE a lich? Is that what they were doing there?

That whole big action climax, the showdown in the city centre is FIRE!!! It's so amazing, so brilliantly dynamic, with EVEN MORE great easter eggs! Simon and Sofina having an insanely awesome "arm wrestling" bout with Mage Hand versus Earthen Grasp (I think that's the spell, couldn't be sure), oh my gods! So cool ... and then the way they neutralised the threat! Brilliant.

Chloe Coleman's Kira is an absolutely adorable delight, and I think she's ENTIRELY JUSTIFIED in how pissed she is at Edgin for abandoning her. It makes the payoff when they finally make up so much better.

And that resurrection scene at the end? Yeah, sure, I saw that coming a mile off, but it was so well done, and they played it so well, that it was still SUCH a powerful scene even so. Just perfect.

Seriously, they just did this whole thing SO PERFECTLY. It's visually STUNNING, really it just looks AMAZING, and the action sequences are BRILLIANT but always feel entirely necessary for the story, which is how you want to do it. Best of all, though, is THE PACING!!! This is such a quick, breezy film, it just barrels along at a spectacular clip, so it never drags. Mark Kermode is right, even though this is two and a quarter hours long it doesn't FEEL LIKE IT, it feels like a super-trim 90-minute movie.

And it ties everything off nice and neat, too. Sure, there are definitely possibilities for the future, going forward if they make more, but if the movie DOES tank then it's fine, because this really does do a great job about feeling self-contained and telling its own complete story, so if we DON'T get more it won't be too big a disappointment ...

[literaryavenger]

Meet the Guardians of the Galaxy - part 2

Summary: The Avengers of the Galaxy continue to bond.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny. Mentions of sex.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I was trying something and this came out. I hope you like it, lol.

Meet The Guardians Of The Galaxy

Masterlist

It’s been a couple of days since the Guardians of the Galaxy landed on the Avengers compound’s lawn, Thor was still nowhere to be seen but you all seemed to be getting along just fine, going as far as having girls and boys night last night.

The guys showed Drax, Quill and Rocket how they like to spend a night of testosterone fueled competition while playing video games in the common room, eating junk food and drinking.

While you and the girls showed Gamora, Nebula and Mantis how you like to relax having a night of spa treatments, drinking wine and eating anything you wanted, gossiping and essentially making fun of the boys’ attitudes the guys had.

Groot started the night with the guys but apparently they started getting too rough and loud for his liking so he came to your room where all the girls were and enjoyed the rest of the night watching sappy movies and getting beauty treatments with you.

You couldn’t resist taking a picture when he wrapped himself with a napkin, rubbing some of the mud mask all over his face sloppily to look like you guys all wearing robes, making you all laugh and coo at how adorable he looked.

Everybody had a late night, barely getting any sleep, but having a lot of fun.

Now you’re all in the common room nursing various degrees of hangovers that even Bucky and Steve couldn’t escape after Tony pulled out Thor’s stash of Asgardian mead.

"All I’m saying is, aliens don’t seem to have too much regard for lawn maintenance." Tony says, making you all groan.

You were all tired of hearing him bitch about the lawn and you were definitely much too sleep deprived for it at the moment.

"Tony, I love you, but I really need you to shut the fuck up." Steve mumbles, not being used to hangovers, making us all gasp in surprise.

"Language, Rogers!" you say and he groans, throwing his head back while the rest of you laugh.

"Are you ever gonna drop that, Mrs Barnes?" you roll your eyes athim.

You and Bucky are nowhere near marriage but the blonde super soldier always has the time of his life teasing you about it.

"Aww, are you mad that I stole your boyfriend?" you fake pout at him.

"You know, Bucky and I were very happy before you came along." He fake glares at you, the rest of the team enjoying the banter they were used to at this point.

"I missed the part where that’s my problem, Captain Dumbass." You say smirking, but before Steve cam answer Quill cut in.

"Wow, she’s kind of awful when she’s hungover." you glare at him while everyone else laughs.

"She’s kind of awful when she’s not hungover, she’s just pretending for your benefit." Steve comments.

"You know what, Rogers?" Clint interrupts you before you can threaten Steve.

"Oh c’mon you know he’s right. Bucky for sure rubbed some of his grumpiness on you." you know they’re right so what’s the point in trying to deny.

You shrug ready to change the subject when Natasha chooses to contribute to the conversation.

"He definitely rubbed something on her." you almost choke on air.

"Natasha!" you hiss, struggling to keep your own face straight while all the girls start giggling.

"What? I didn’t say anything…" she says innocently and you can’t keep the laughter in anymore so you join them.

The guys all look at you like you’re crazy except for Tony, the genius playboy is definitely not as innocent as the rest of them.

"I don’t understand what’s going on." Peter says and the other guys nod in agreement.

You don’t exactly know how to explain it, not really wanting to discuss anything close to your sex life with Bucky with the whole group, so you look to the girls for help.

"It appears that terran women have rituals of honesty during their 'girls night's" Gamora offers, but it only leaves the guys even more confused, so Wanda takes it upon herself to say a simpler explanation "Girls talk about everything. Everything."

Slowly all the guys come to understand what she means, various degrees of embarrassment on their faces, while you and the girls laugh at their reactions.

"Wait, everything everything?" Tony questions, looking directly at Pepper.

"Every. Single. Thing." she says, maintaining eye contact, and the rest of you can't stop snickering at the guys’ dumbfounded faces.

While the guys continue their questioning to the other girls, Bucky leans in to whisper in your ear.

"So you’ve been telling the girls about our sex life, doll? I might have to punish you for that..." he can tell you’re trying hard to keep a straight face as you refuse to turn around to face him so he keeps teasing you.

"and you’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?" your eyes widen a bit before your expression goes back to neutral, but you're betrayed by the intense red your cheeks are turning, which does not go unnoticed.

"What’s wrong with you, why is your face all red?" Rocket almost yells, bringing the whole room’s attention on you, making you blush even more and giggle when Groot climbs on your shoulder to examine your cheek more closely.

"It’s nothing." you try to sound casual.

"And what’s wrong with you?" Rocket says and you hear Steve groaning before he answers.

He carefully chooses his words and addresses you and Bucky directly "Just so you know, I can hear Bucky whispering…"

your eyes snap up to him and you can see his face is turning red too, ever the innocent one and never ready to hear his best friend's dirty talk.

You look at Bucky who looks more amused at the situation than embarrassed and you let out a groan of your own before gettin up, Groot still on your shoulder.

"Where are you going, baby?" Bucky asks, stopping the others’ questioning of Steve about what he heard, all of them confused and amused, their attention back on you.

"I need more coffee. And a bath in holy water." you add looking at the girls, all of them knowing how dirty Bucky’s mouth can get, then you make your way to the kitchen.

"I’ll go make sure she’s alright." Bucky gets up and follows you, leaving the guys to try and make the girls let them in on the joke.

You put Groot down on the counter while starting the coffee machine and, while you wait, he makes you laugh by running around trying to catch a fly while making the most adorable little screams of battle.

You feel two arms wrap around your waist and Bucky’s head on your shoulder.

"You know Steve’s gonna think we’re fucking in the kitchen, right?" you say without looking away from Groot, making Bucky laugh.

"I just wanted to check on you." he says, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You turn around in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck.

"I’m okay." you kiss him on the lips "Steve may be traumatized now, though." this time you laugh with him.

"Do you really tell the girls everything?" he asks when your laughter dies down.

"I do, they’re my best friends. Also the world should know you fuck me hard and good." he smirks and is about to kiss you again when you hear someone clear their throat from the door.

You both turn towards the sound and see Steve standing there, face getting redder than Tony’s suit.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." you groan once more, hiding your face in Bucky’s chest while he smirks at Steve.

"I just wanted some water, but I’ll come back later..." Steve says and starts to turn away, but turns back around and says "Bravo, Buc-"

"No! out!" you cut in before he can finish while pointing at him then the door and he goes through it laughing.

You look back up at Bucky and the cheeky idiot is laughing too, you try to glare at him but can’t keep a straight face, especially when a little yell suddenly reminds you that Groot is there with you.

You turn around just in time to see him jump down the counter, his little hands over what you assume are his ears, running back into the living room while screaming his little heart out.

Yep, looks like Steve is not the only innocent baby you and Bucky traumatized today.

[heckcareoxytwit]

Doctor Strange calls up a meeting with the Infinity Stone holders and their associates in Central Park of New York to discuss on what they must do with the Infinity Stones before the threats like Thanos show up. The Infinity Stone holders at that time were - Doctor Strange wielding the Time Stone, Turk Barrett the small-time crook holding the Mind Stone, Carol Danvers holding the Reality Stone, Adam Warlock holding the Soul Stone, Star-lord carrying the Power Stone, and lastly, Black Widow is holding the Space Stone except that she is nowhere to be seen in the meeting. The associates with the Infinity Stone holders are - Rocket Raccoon & Groot who are with Star-Lord the Power Stone holder, Drax & Iron Lad are with Adam Warlock the Soul Stone holder, and the minions of Turk Barrett the Mind Stone holder are Bullseye, Typhoid Mary, Tombstone, Sandman and Spot.

Doctor Strange and Carol Danvers are concerned about the safety of this meeting when they see Turk Barrett bringing his minions (especially Bullseye the most dangerous criminal) along but they reluctantly allow it. Along the way, Bullseye is amused at the sight of Rocket Raccoon and Groot at the meeting that he laughs at them much to their annoyance. As Doctor Strange gives a speech in the meeting, Turk points out that he counted the five Infinity Stone holders instead of six. Doctor Strange replies that the Space Stone holder is with them but has to be unseen at the moment. As Bullseye was getting impatient during the meeting, he was about to throw a card at him when it got sniped by Black Widow who had been hiding somewhere in the tall building. With the Space Stone, Black Widow would have teleported to the meeting but she chose not to as she rather keep an eye on her enemy like Bullseye. Mind you, Bullseye was there because he and the other supervillains (Tombstone, Spot, Typhoid Mary and Sandman) were hired as bodyguards by Turk Barrett (who is a normal guy without any superpowers holding the Mind Stone). From the window of a building elsewhere, Black Widow tells Strange that she's finding it hard not to simply shoot all the villains on sight. Bullseye admires the shot and sniffs the card.

Continuing the meeting, Doctor Strange explains the necessity to come to an agreement to protect the Infinity Stones, preferably off-Earth. After Turk rejects the idea, Star-Lord confronts him for having been using the Mind Stone's connection to the other Infinity Stones to listen in on them. Both Rocket Raccoon and Tombstone pull out their weapons. Adam Warlock brings attention to the corruption of the Soul Gem, explaining that the Soulworld has been tainted and while it always hungered, it feels starved now. Expecting Thanos to come for the Infinity Watch, Doctor Strange suggests to use this opportunity to deal with him. Using the combined power of the Carol's Reality Stone with his Time Stone, Doctor Strange creates a window to observe Thanos. However, Doctor Strange is surprised to find that the big bad Thanos is dead. Meanwhile, Turk Barrett is clueless about Thanos as he was an ordinary thug who used to work for Kingpin until he picked up the Mind Stone. Star-Lord and Doctor Strange try to convince Turk to hand over the Mind Stone. When Turk makes use of the gem, he discovers that the Power Stone that Star-Lord was carrying is a fake. Star-Lord checks the briefcase, and discovers the Power Stone inside is a hologram. The situation quickly escalates as Sandman and Groot lunge at each other. Since Turk can use the Mind Stone to hear through the others, Star-Lord asks him where is the real Power Stone, and Barrett answers that it's up. Iron Man and Thor appear to disrupt the fight but one of them is suddenly hit from above by a purple lightning. The mysterious assailant who had murdered Thanos lands in the middle of the battlefield, and demands she's given the stones. She hurls Thanos' head to the feet of the Infinity Watch, and Drax inquires her name. The attacker recalls that Thanos said she was conducting his requiem, and embraces it as her name. Drax, Groot and Star-Lord try to take down Requiem to no avail, but her mask is destroyed when Rocket Raccoon shoots at it from point-blank, revealing her to be Gamora. Star-Lord questions the reason for what she's doing, and she asserts that she had already tried the nice way. Doctor Strange warns Star-Lord that Gamora's sword has the Power Stone on its hilt, but he approaches her regardless, trying to reason why she's acting irrationally.

Infinity Wars #1, 2018

[thedawningofthehour]

What's funny about Draxum and Splinter co-parenting is that they're both overprotective in completely opposite directions.

Drax is the ultimate crunchy mom, kids eat only nutritious home-cooked meals free of added salt and sugars and artificial dyes. Dessert is reserved for very special occasions, and there's no junk food or soda allowed in his house. Meanwhile Splinter watches them eat stale cheerios off the floor and is like "meh, the dirt gives them extra minerals."

Draxum looks over the ingredients list of every product in his house obsessively. He uses candles everywhere but will freak out if you buy one from Bath & Body Works because those mass-produced ones have so many carcinogens. He forbids air fresheners and has some weird-ass laundry routine to keep toxic detergents away from his boys. Splinter complies with these rules by not washing their clothes.

On the flip side, Draxum watches these boys suplex each other into the ground every day and barely blinks. Leo is playing with fire and Mikey is finding the highest place he can jump off without breaking his knees. Donnie is building pipe bombs in the lab. It's fine, he says. He built them to be sturdy, they might get banged up and break a bone or two, but that's childhood. That's how they learn.

He 'teaches' them to swim by chucking them in the pool and letting them figure it out. When Splinter freaks out Draxum says he's watching them, that he'd intervene if they started drowning. Mikey started drowning and he got him out, see? He's all wet and grumpy, but the others are just vibing.

Splinter cites how they come running to him in tears whenever their rough-housing ends in scrapes and bruises, holding out the injured body part for Daddy to kiss and fuss over them. Draxum remarks that they only do this with him; they're magically fine with it when the same thing happens on Draxum's watch.

[He would never let them get actually hurt, he's like this because Yokai babies are tougher than human ones and he KNOWS they're resilient and heal fast. Raph puts a brother through the wall and Leo is running around giggling asking him to do it again. Mikey loves it when Bella throws him like a fucking shot put ball. He'd obviously adjust his expectations for Donnie, who is tough but still more fragile than his brothers, and even moreso after he takes Donnie out of training to put him to better use in the lab. And if one of them ever was seriously hurt or got sick, he'd 100% be at the side the entire time, doing everything he can to make it better and comfort them]

[mrabubu]

- Did Ana went to hidden city? Like leo and the rest brought her there to see senior bone man, and what the city has?

- I can imagine drax go "Hmm, either am old or she has hidden power and since am still young then she has something hidden, better do some experiment on her-" Leo pop up "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!"

- Did Ana met the turtles's enemies? Big mama, hypno, foot clan..etc?

- how does the turtles react to their brother Leo begin in love with Ana? Like they'll definitely gonna pick up on it, no?

- If you could make an episode mainly about Ana & Leo duo what would the episode be about?

- what's Ana (teen & krangfied ver)'s love languages is?

- does Ana has a dream job?

- Does ana go into part-time jobs and get fired like April?😂😅

- if ana would be officially a hamato, what would her signature color be? Like Leo is blue, raph is red..etc.

Oh, wow, we're still cooking ~

I think The Hidden City would be one of the first places Leo would bring Ana to see. I'm not sure what adventures they would have, tho, I came with an idea almost the same as in that episode Minotaur Maze with Leo mastering the maze to prove he's the champion. I have an idea of Leo dragging Ana into some kind of contest where they would need to work in pair to win. Except that unlike in that episode, this time they would actually win, and this would be one of the first times Ana would show Leo her faith in him.

Draxum would try to make a ninja out of her, because of her stealthiness xdd

I'm going to mix this question with the question about the episodes. So, I once had this dream where the turtles fought Hypno, and he used a spell that took a person's eyesight. So here would be an idea for an episode where Ana would accidentally get caught in the fight between the turtles and Hypno, and Hypno would accidentally put this spell on Ana. After that, Hypno escaped and the turtles went to find him to get rid of this spell before it becomes permanent (I even remember that this spell looked like a clock-face on your eyes.), and Ana would ask Leo to hold her hand the whole time because she's scared. And this episode would go the way to show how Ana would help saving the turtles when Hypno caught them, with them, and Leo especially, being Ana's eyes. I also have an idea for a more lighthearted episode where Ana would invite Leo to go to the amusement park with her, and he would thought they would do something like winning toys and maybe ride on a Ferris wheel, and she would drag Leo to ride on a roller coaster, double shot and stuff like that that's more extreme, and it would turn out she really loves something more like this, but doesn't ride them because she doesn't like to visit Amusement parks alone.

So, yeah, Leo's brothers would be in shock at first, because in the show Leo was usually shown to feel even disgusted by any display of love, so when he would have a crush on Ana, everyone would be stunned and shocked, and I of course they wold tease him. I imagine Donnie would give Leo some tips on dates and all.

As a teen i would go with words of affirmation and/or acts of service. After kraangification it would be mainly physical touch.

I think she's too nervous to work, but if she would try, yeah, I imagine her situations would be even worse than April's, because she's clumsy xd

I think either yellow, or some shade of red/pink, like, coral pink.

[marveloustimestwo]

hiiii! can i request scary movies with the guardians? reader is afraid to watched them but the guardians convince her + peter takes the opportunity to hug her/get closer to her

Warnings: Yandere themes

This would very likely be Peter's idea first. Halloween, after all, is an Earth custom, along with many of the things that come with it.

The other Guardians would not be familiar with horror movies. Sure, many other planets have movies, but typical horror movies like Halloween, Terrifier, and A Nightmare on Elm Street can really only be found on Earth

Peter, being a big movie classics fan, would immediatly want to watch all of the stuff he saw as a kid. Realistically, considering his age at the time, he probably shouldn't have been watching those kinds of movies, but that's really the whole reason they stuck with him so much.

He'll have a big list of all the classics he saw as a kid, such as Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm Street, and Friday the 13th. He'll also add things that he considers new (but really just came out after he was abducted), such as Scream, Candyman, and The Silence of the Lambs.

Drax and Rocket are all for it. Drax never really feels any fear, and Rocket is particularly excited for all of the deaths he's promised to see. However, Rocket will complain if the props or deaths seem corny.

Gamora will participate solely because she's tired of Peter speaking to her about it. She knows she's not going to get scared, but she likes the idea of you seeking comfort from her, especially if that takes you away from Peter. It's makes her laugh a bit to see how much he pouts.

Nebula will flat out refuse to participate unless it's you that's begging her. Especially if you say that you're scared, because that means you trust her to protect you, rather than Peter. The shot to his ego boosts hers.

Mantis, Kraglin, and Groot are all the type to be just as scared as you are.

Mantis hates the jumpscares, especially if the movies is about some cosmic or supernatural horror. Movies like Paranormal Activity or A Nightmare on Elm Street do not sit well with her.

Kraglin also isn't a big fan of the jumpscares. Movies with excessive blood and scares end up making him squeamish, and he taps out halfway through movie two.

And Groot, bless his heart, also really hates jumpscares and the idea of people being hurt. He has too much hyper empathy. Continuously seeing people murdered, despite being told it's not real, has him leaving after the first movie. He tried, but it's safe to say he does not like horror movies.

Peter specifically is a big fan of classic movies in general because they were such a big part of his childhood, much like music. Horror movies in particular were mostly introduced by his uncle when Peter was in his care. Again, maybe not something a child should be watching, but it kept his mind off his mom during the Halloween month.

So any movies that came out during the seventies and eighties are close to Peter's heart. There are a few movies that he accepts after that time, but otherwise he's a staunch supporter that most horror movies after that aren't all that great.

During this movie marathon, Peter insists that you sit next to him. He knows that you're scared of horror movies, and that's one of the bigger reasons he decided to do this. He loves horror movies, yes, but adding onto that with you clutching onto him from fear makes this all the better.

He will argue (rather childishly) with Gamora, Nebula, and Rocket if they try to take his spot next to you. For once, you're seeking him out for comfort, willingly holding onto him, even if fear is the main motivator. He may not be the strongest on the team, but he takes this chance to be your biggest protector.

It's even better if you come to him later talking about nightmares. Peter's more than happy to hold you for a little while longer, or stay up with you for a few hours, listening to music in silence or talking things out.

He would not mind if this becomes a yearly tradition, and might even suggest watching horror movies more often to "help you get over your fears."