#gaurdians of the galaxy x reader

[thebadbatchfan]

spot the difference

[morgcn]

Dating Will - Headcanons

i’m sure there’s so many more but here’s these ones. i’d love to know how you guys think will is in a relationship

requests and asks open :)

You often go out to eat, the big idiot loves eating

Walking on the outside of the sidewalk

Will is very much a cat person

Going on fancy dates

Big on PDA, doesn’t care who’s watching or where you are

PDA paparazzi pictures getting released all the time

The two of you crying over movies together

Facetiming when either of you are away

Him calling you love, darling, etc.

Surprises you with starbucks in the morning

Definitely the boyfriend that’s always asking if you’ve eaten

Will likes to talk about the future a lot. about your kids and your wedding and the house you’ll live in

Will isn’t the jealous type, he trusts you and knows you wouldn’t entertain a guy that was very obviously flirting with you

Going on walks especially when it’s raining, which happens quite a lot since you stay with him in london

He holds the umbrella for the two of you

You hold onto his arm when you walk with him a lot

He’s busy a lot but will always make time for you no matter what

He’s basically your biggest fan

Most respectful gentleman alive

Always walks ahead and opens the door for you

Never let’s you carry your own bags at hotels or airports. ever.

Always is the one to put the groceries in the car

Definitely a flower boyfriend. every 4 or so days he gets you a fresh bouquet of flowers to put on the counter. you adore the gesture.

Even when he’s away he arranges for flowers to still be sent to you

Will is very good at making you feel special, like you’re the only person in the world

Will cooking you breakfast a lot

Will obviously loves sweets. cake, candy, junk food, all of it. And so do you

Hates seeing you upset to the point that it basically ruins his day

Won’t drink that much if you’re drinking so he can get you home safe

Not one of those weird boyfriends that polices what you wear

Will actually encourage you to wear the more revealing outfit of the ones you ask him to choose from

Whispering in your ear when you’re out

“You look good”

Will’s love language is touch

He’s extremely touchy

He can’t help himself

Very open with talking to you about his mental health and how he’s feeling. being in touch with his emotions is likely a factor that keeps your relationship healthy

Very emotionally intelligent

Loves seeing you in his clothes. loves it. One of his favorite things

Comforting Will when his anxiety is especially bad

You barely argue but when you do it makes him very upset

He’ll sit in silence after a while of arguing

He doesn’t want to keep going with it, making it worse

Can’t stand when the two of you aren’t on good terms

Gym buddies

Keeping a watchful eye out for you when you’re at the gym

Creeps sending his blood pressure through the roof

Him watching as men try to help you and you turning them away

[writings-of-a-demigod]

Three weeks ago

You walked into the room “Hey guys I got this game wanna try it out?” You held the game in your hand showing them.

Both Rocket and Groot looked at you and the game you were showing.

“Yeah” Rocket shrugged “sure let’s give it a try”

“I am Groot”

Today

Peter made his way to the dinning area when he slipped on an energy drink that fell on the ground “Seriously?” he knew exactly who to blame over this. He stood up and picked up the can and that’s when he heard it.

“ROCKET I NEED YOU ON MY SIX!!!” You yelled loudly from your room.

“I’M BUSY, COVER YOUR OWN ASS!” Rocket yelled back from his corner in the ship.

He saw Groot sneaking into the cabinet to get some chips and tried to run away to your room, that’s when he caught him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked him, shaking his head and poor Groot looked like he was a deer caught in the headlights.

“I am Groot” he tried to answer.

“Yeah yeah I know” he was still holding him in one hand and the chips in the other.

“Y/N, ROCKET MEETING RIGHT NOW!!!” He yelled.

“NOT NOW!” you both replied at the same time.

Peter had had enough of this and he just went and disabled the connection so you two can’t play anymore, it took you and Rocket 20 seconds to know what happened and came charging at Peter.

“WHAT THE HELL PETER?!” you were mad but damn Rocket was about to claw Peter’s eyes out.

“Okay you two need to quite this!” oh he was mad “You have been playing the game for three weeks THREE WEEKS! Unless you stop this madness I’m gonna take the game away.” He threatened and he thought it was going to work.

You and Rocket were looking at him shocked the entire time when he finished you looked at each other then back at him.

“And how the hell do you think you’re going to do that?” You asked.

“Yeah you try laying a finger on my game and I will blow your head off” Rocket threated back.

You made it back to your room and Rocket to his corner for another game, while Peter stood there with his mouth hung open “What the hell just happened?” he whispered to himself.

A/n: This is requested by @itsscromp thank you I had fun writing this and the game I had in mind was 'call of duty'. Also I'm so into it right now it's insane how obsessed I am with that game.

[afro-hispwriter]

what was the name of Adams little pet? I don’t remember hearing it if it had one or is he just free to name?

[probablyspooky]

Message Received (Predator x Fem! Reader Guardians of the Galaxy)

I’m crazy {part 2}

With shaky hands you typed away at the small communicator you had managed to steal from your master, a message to anyone, anyone willing to help you. Sweat beading down your forehead as you typed your distress call across the galaxy, hoping a hero would save you and him...

Hitting send anxiety rose throughout your body, causing you to throw the small box across the ground, shattering it. Realizing what you’ve done, you rush over and quickly grab the pieces and try to hide your little accident. Trying to find a place to hide it the door to the room opened, and he walked in.

The Grandmaster strode in, cane in hand and a trail of servants and guards behind him as if they were his own shadow. You quickly fell to your knees and bowed your head to the ground, dropping the communicator  pieces to the floor without thinking. Tears began to well up in your eyes as the thought of punishment or worse began to fill your head.

“Well well well...what do we have here....”, the Grandmaster started, taking his cane and pressing it into your hand that was supporting you, shooting a sharp pain throughout your hand. You yelped in pain, but didn’t dare move, you knew better.

“Did you get a message out little bird?” he asked, his voice smooth, but vile, to a bystander you’d think he was the kindest man in the world, but those who were close to him, closer to under his boot knew to not be even near him, or be near the ones who were already under his boot, someone like you. 

“N-no sir...I wasn’t trying to-” you started, but were abruptly stopped by the swinging of his cane across your face. You fell to your side and began to cry quietly.

“You know better little bird,” he spoke, walking over to you with his gloved hand, and raising your face to look into his, “No one is gonna save you, or him, you know better than to try”

He dropped your face, and snapped his fingers, causing his shadows to grip you by the arms and lead you back to the servants cell, which was a worse than horrible fighting cell. 

The Grandmaster didn’t care if he mixed those who fought with those who served him, to him they’re all expendable. You often found yourself being beaten by the other fighters, you didn’t blame them, they were trapped here just like you.

You struggled a bit against them, trying to at least put up a struggle against them, yet knowing it was all for nothing. You were brought to those same metal bars enforced with an electronic field, you were thrown into the same crowd of females, and the door shut behind you like it did every day. Usually, the others would give you a hard time, but you seemed as if you had already been through it enough for today, so the others kept to themselves. 

You crawled to the corner of the large cell, you curled up and began to cry into the wall.

Now you see, the Grandmaster is rich, he could afford to keep his cells up the par, walls made of the strongest metals known to man, yet he really didn’t care if they chipped or broke from the constant fighting that happened within the cells, he couldn’t care less if the males broke into the females cells, or vise versa. Sometimes even the females are stronger than the males in some species. 

But that didn’t happen as the separate genders tend to not try to break into one another's cells. They kept to themselves, except for two. Two lovers who were taken and forced into servitude, one a fighter for entertainment, one chosen for her face and body, entertainment as well, but for a much darker reason.

As you continued to cry into the wall cracks, a hole at the bottom of the wall caught your eye, as the walls were strong, they just weren’t very thick. A finger poked through it, and you placed your index on it just the same. It curled, hooking the two fingers together, this was the only contact you’d had with him in awhile, feeling his rough skin and his claw against your finger made you feel a bit better.

He couldn’t see you, but boy did he miss you, unbeknownst to him of the damages the Grandmaster had inflicted upon your face, the face that he found so beautiful. If he did of course he’d be enraged, but all that rage has no where to go to besides the others who cowered from him in his own cell.

You didn’t dare let a drop of your blood fall onto his finger, he’d be distracted from the fight that was he was to be in tomorrow, you’d never forgive yourself if you were the reason his life was ended far too soon.

But soon your prayers would be answered, as just a leap away in the same galaxy, a message was received upon the Milano, the ship managed by Star lord and his crew. The large red lettering began to shine across the screen as the message sound blared and a very tired human walked over and yawned. Placing himself into the chair, he played the recording of your voice throughout the ship for his crew to hear.

“H-he-hello? My name is (y/n), I-I am a servant on the planet Sakaar, under the rule of,” you whimper, “Under the rule of En Dwi Gast, the Grandmaster, my ma-...my husband and I were kidnapped and forced to serve...please...if you have a heart...please help us...”

Message end

Of course the silence of the ship was the group collective that they agreed to not sit by, they were heroes of course, though one of them was a bit more reluctant to help you without payment, Star lord agreed that they were going.

They were going to help you.

[dontyoufeelitangel]

Tough choices,,

Edit: okay! Looks like we got our results. Although it wasn’t a competition it seems like pirate life takes the crown!

Me personally, I’d never spend my life wandering the seas but to each their own. No judgment here!

[donaweasley]

Yes!! That's exactly what she'll say!! 😆

Drax: Gamora, what’s your favorite color?

Gamora: What color are Quills eyes?

Quill: Blue 🥺

Gamora: I think my favorite color is green.

[teenandbeyond]

Idk if you've watched the new Gaurdians of The Galaxy movie and I saw that on your first masterlist you had Marvel on there.. So I was wondering if you could maybe do headcanons of Groot with a crush on a short quiet reader that likes to ask for piggyback rides? 👉👈

Thx in advance !

Groot x Quiet. Reader Drabble

I have not watched GOTG3 buuut, I know his character well enough before the movie to make it work (hopefully).

Want more from me meh? masterLIST

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🌲Piggy Back🌲 (Marvel)

Warning(s): None

You use piggy back rides to get closer to Groot...

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Groot was very expressive when it came to how he felt about people.

So by the time he gained a crush on you, the whole crew knew.

He was an absolute softy for you, especially when you quietly asked him for piggyback rides. He could never say no to you.

And they loved to tease him about it.

Then everyone decided to part ways, you stayed with Groot and Rocket, preferring to keep going on adventures with them.

He found himself looking at you often, he just found you so cute and tiny. And when you felt his stare, you'd look, only for him to quickly turn away.

This shy duck and dodge game started getting on Rocket's nerves.

"Okay, look. Can you two sort this little crush thing out? It's annoying being the third wheel."

Your voice barely above your breath, you protested, "We don't--"

"I am Groot..."

"Such children," the smallest team member shook his head.

Eventually you got around to it after a long time of silent crushing.

And you still made sure to get piggybacks.

Before you'd claim it was for the view since you were short (which would prompt him to lift you as high as he could when there were the prettiest views). Now you openly enjoyed them with occasional cheek kisses in thanks.

"All the pureness makes me want to gag," Rocket made the motion or puking.

But he was happy for you both and proud of Groot.

[domxmarvel]

Never again

Masterlist

Pairing:Gamora x Reader         

Words:605

“Y/N do it”Her voice was shaky as she begged you to kill her.You couldn't do that you wouldn’t do that.Your felt you body trembling but you were quickly shoved away by the mad titan.Once you open your eyes you were back on the the ship.But as you tried to move you felt your whole body ache.You quickly realized that you were alone and started panicking.You somehow ended up in Gamora’s room crying your eyes out.

It’s been two years since you lost Gamora along with the rest of your team except Rocket.The two of you still kept in touch but you had gone your own way. You had lost your family once before it was a pain you never wanted to experience again. That’s why you never wanted to get attached but somehow Gamora managed to get through to you.You knew she felt your pain since she also lost her mother.

You had spent these years roaming around the galaxies.Trying to find something that would motivate you to move on,to find something else to live for.You soon found a planet that Thanos had attacked leaving many of the children without their parents.Something inside of you moved you knew what these kids were going through.Before you knew it you were taking care of them and they had tried to help you in anyway they could.It only seemed like a couple of months before they had asked you to teach them how to fight.You were hesitant to do that but you knew that you wouldn't be able to protect them forever so you agree.

It’s been two more years and you were happy with this new life. Somewhere along the line they had started calling you big sister.You had tried to remain as positive for them,trying to keep them happy.They had been through something no child should,you knew what that felt like.Some night you looked up as you saw the stars you remembered Gamora and everyone else.One of these night you couldn't keep it in any longer and broke down crying.Suddenly you heard footsteps behind you and quickly wiped your tears away.

“Sister it’s late what are you still doing up?”It was Yara or at least that’s what you called her since none of them remembered their names.She moved to sit down next to you

“I can’t sleep,what about you?”You asked

“I’m worried about you,Y/N i love you.You been there for me whenever i needed you,you saved my life and i’ll do whatever i can to help you” You felt that you were about to cry again

“I’m just miss someone”You said looking down.

Two more years passed and they started thinking about what they wanted to do with their lives.They were excited you however were worried about them.You had watched them grown up which made you even more emotional about seeing them going their own way. But a part of you was happy knowing that you had helped them,knowing they weren’t left to die.You were in a middle of a training session which was interpreted by Yara.

“Y/N”She ran up to you before stopping to catch her breath

“What’s wrong?”You asked moving closer to her

“There’s someone here to see yo-”She was interrupted by Gamora walking up to.You froze for a moment before running into her arms as you felt tears run down your face.

“I missed you so much” You spoke through tears

[onegayastronaut]

ahh i'm so happy your ship reqs are open, i'd like to request a mcu ship! 💕 i'm quirky, impulsive, adventurous (or i like to think of myself as so 😹) i'm a bisexual aries! i have grey eyes, tan skin, brown hair and a muscular build. i'm a sucker for 80's music, surfing, and just adrenaline in general lol. i love gotg wayy more than avengers

Gamora initially thought you were just like Star-Lord: cocky, self-absorbed, and generally unaware of just how irritating you were to everyone else. However, she soon came to see just how thoughtful you could be to those you cared about. At first, it was laughing at your bad puns and jokes, and then it became something more as she found herself wanting to spend as much time as possible with you. She’ll protect you from the dangers that the team came across in the galaxy, and it wasn’t until much later that she confessed her feelings for you. Being in a relationship is something that she’s not used to, but she’s willing to learning new things every day. Rocket and Groot have learned to not poke fun at her for being a soft girlfriend because they know she’ll kick their asses for calling her soft.

[morgcn]

Touchy - Will Poulter Headcanon

Requests & asks are open

I kinda wanna do a Will NSFW alphabet

I imagine Will is super touchy. Anytime you’re walking anywhere together he’s holding your hand. Or if you’re walking through a crowd either you’re in front guiding him or the opposite. Your body is always pressed close to him when you’re around a lot of people. You know that if he isn’t holding your hand there’s something wrong. Everytime, you know. He could be upset about something or nervous. Will is especially touchy when you get dressed up. He can’t keep his hands off of you, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh in the car or gripping your waist when you’re walking.

[marvel-and-magic]

A Gambling Man

Kraglin Obfonteri x OC

An old fic for a good friend.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and gambling.

The OC is part of a crew of Ravagers that Kraglin now runs.

Post infinity war.

It wasn’t often that Kraglin’s Ravager Crew, the Obfonteri Clan, could put their feet up without having to look over their shoulders for enemies. They’d crossed a lot of people during the blip, the five year period where half of the universe had all but disappeared. With less competition, it made working easy, and the ravagers reckless. Some of their past actions had come back to haunt them lately, so when they would come to land on a particular backwater planet in the middle of nowhere, they’d all be relieved.

They owed the particular broker of the local pub his life, which earned them a safe place to crash and an open bar tab whenever they needed it. At the moment, it was late in the night, and the light from this planet’s two moons was shining into the pub from an open window. While most of the regular patrons had left hours ago, Kraglin and the majority of his crew were sitting around a circular table. It was caked with half-empty plates and a surplus of empty bourbon glasses, but that didn’t stop Kraglin from shuffling the deck of cards in his hands. “Now this is a little game I learned from some pickpocket a few years ago-” he spoke with a toothpick between his teeth- “he was a greasy little kid but he knew how to cheat a hand.”

Dropping a few cards in front of each of his crewmates, Kraglin would delve into an explanation of the game. It was simple, and a trick of mathematics. At the end of the turn every player would want to have put down a hand that added to the highest amount. Before they would turn their hand over, they would offer a bid, and the player with the highest card count would win the hand and the gamblings. Overall it was nothing more than a game of chance, and knowing the tells of your fellow players.

They would carry on like this for a while, growing rowdier and drunker by the minute. As luck would have it, fate was not on Kraglin’s side as he was on a bit of a losing streak at the moment. It wasn’t something too debilitating, he’d started by gambling coins and ended by trading off bobbles and bits. When it came to the point where he had nothing left in his pockets to give, he would give the deck of cards to another ravager to shuffle and deal.

The others seemed content to poke fun at his losses but he would just sigh heavily and lean back in his seat. So far back that he would pop his neck against the top, and give himself a view of the staircase at the other side of the bar. The owner had a few rooms for rent on the floors above and he’d offered one up to the crew, granted most of the men would just be going back to their ship to sleep, but one of Kraglin’s crew had taken the offer.

She was coming down the stairs now. Elliana Hart, the dame of their rag-tag crew of misfits and outlaws. A fellow Xandarian, as far as Kraglin knew, who had wormed her way into his heart. They’d hooked up a few times in the past and he always caught himself looking her way when they were in the same room but it had never been anything more than that. Mainly, she was the irreplaceable one on his crew and everyone knew. She was held on a higher pedestal because she was efficient, easy on the eyes, and the perfect second-in-command.

The woman would catch him staring as she hit the bottom step and she would arch a brow, he’d meet her curious expression with a smile. “Hey there Ana, finally decided to join us, did ya?”

She was wearing her usual ravager garb. A hodgepodge of equipment that somehow came together to make a proper suit, full of armored bits and weaponry alike. Without a shadow of a doubt she seemed like the type of woman who would stab first and ask questions later. In the moment though, her hair was wet from a bath and the moonlight streaming in from the window caused her damp skin to glisten, and her physical features to soften.

Her green eyes would gleam as she drew near their table. They reminded him of little jewels, precious and exotic.

“I couldn’t leave you all down here without supervision, you’re liable to get us kicked out.”

“Naw, don’t be like that Ana!” One of their fellow ravagers would protest. As he looked up from his cards, the man beside him would glance over his shoulder to steal a peek at his hand. Cheating at it’s finest.

Elliana would catch onto this and smile, reaching out to lean against the rounded table to watch as the cards were placed face down, bets were made, and then the hands were flipped. The Ravager who’d just spoken a moment ago came in last place and had to fold from the game completely afterwards. “What’re you all playing?”

Kraglin would sit upright upon hearing the interest in the woman’s voice. “This here is Guess’n Galactic. The game where you look at how much your neighbor is sweat’n, guess how high their card count is, and gamble accordingly.”

Elliana would sigh, her eyes scanning over the cards as they were shuffled and dealt out again. Getting a feel for the simple mechanics of the game just by watching a few rounds. “I’m guessing that you played so bad you had to drop out?” She would ask, seeing as he was sitting at the head of the table with nothing to show for it.

Kraglin would blow a raspberry, before picking up his recently refilled glass to bring it to his lips. He shrugs, an affirmation, even though he didn’t want to admit how bad his luck had been that night. “Why’re you asking? Were you hoping to play a few rounds?”

“Only if you will.”

“Shoot girl. I’ve got nothin’ left to bet!”

Elliana didn’t seem to take this claim at face value as she would walk around the table to pull up another chair for herself. Sitting directly across from him on the other side of the table. “That’s not true, you haven’t bet yourself yet.”

The rest of the crew would murmur and coo, finding some thrill in this sudden turn of events. Honestly though, in their drunken states, they would find a rat skittering across the pub’s floor worthwhile. Kraglin meanwhile, was entirely sober enough to sputter and cough on his drink. Staring at Elliana for a long moment before he realized that she was being entirely serious.

So he would place his glass down and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “Alright then, whoever wins this round, I’ll give 'em a kiss. How’s that sound?”

The offer would cause most of the crew to cut their losses and drop out of the game but Elliana had taken the suggestion with a near cocky smile. Reaching across the table, she would pick up the deck of cards and deal them to those still playing. Water droplets would fall from her hair and strike the table, they catch the light and remind Kraglin of stars.

They count their cards, make a hand out of three, hoping that they have the highest numbers, and then they place them down. Elliana tosses some money onto the table, as do some of the other Ravagers. Kraglin blows them all a kiss.

The cards are flipped.

A hand adding to eight

A hand adding to ten

Kraglin had managed fourteen.

While Elliana, she was sitting high and mighty with a whopping twenty. She’d somehow ended up with a joker in her hand, of all the luck, and was now racking up her winnings from the table’s center. When her winnings were placed within a pouch attached to her belt, she would glance up to Kraglin expectantly. “Well?” She’d quip, “I kept my end of the bargain.”

All eyes would be on him as he rose from his chair. He supposed he should have felt some sort of shame as he walked around the table to lean over Elliana, but there was none. After all, was he really the loser here? He couldn’t help the way his lips would quirk upwards as he leaned in close. As he felt her breath on his skin and felt a water droplet hit his hand when he braced it against the table.

Her kiss tastes sweet, as if she’d eaten some candies or desert while she’d been upstairs. The alcohol he’d been consuming all evening was probably a poor contrast. Still though, he’d shiver, all too eager to bring his evening to a close on such a high note.

[afro-hispwriter]

just finished Guardians I cried and laughed, absolutely amazing movie

stay tuned for Gamora smut and something for Adam(i dont know what it will be yet🤭)

[marvelous-imagines]

Brightest star

Starlord/Peter quill x reader!

Summary: being friends with Peter ever since the reader and he was both young, the reader had grown feelings for him, a rather large crush. Things never changed when they was both abducted and became guardians of the galaxy....

Warnings: language. Slight Angst. Fluff

You couldn't help but watch with growing annoyance at your friend, watching how he shamelessly flirts with gamora. You scoff when he leans closer to her, clearly annoying her, as he tried to flirt his way into her heart. You tear your angered eyes off the two and watch the zooming star's among the galaxy, rocket piloting the ship through space skillfully.

"why are you glaring at the stars like they murdered you're whole family?" rocket asks, making you look at him with a deep sigh.

"I'm not!" you retort as you began playing with the necklace Peter gifted you a few years ago for your birthday, the pendent a little replica of saturn, the word's 'to the brightest star in the whole galaxy' engraved on the rings of the planet. Although you found it to be a little cliché, considering you was both in space, you loved it. It was the best gift ever.

"yes you are, why are lying?" he said bringing you out of the memory of how you got the necklace. "what's up?" he asks genuinely concerned about you, especially since you wasn't one for really letting anger get to you. You always opted for a less violent suggestion of things, which you found to be hard when with the crew you called friends.

"nothings wrong rocket, I'm just -

"pissed at the stars?" he cut your words off with a snicker. You roll your eyes and shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the feeling of utter sadness and anger.

"I'm not pissed at the stars... I'm pissed at starlord" you grumbled quietly but rocket heard, the fury little raccoon looks over his shoulder at peter and gamora, the woman taking her knee and hitting Peter in the stomach making him groan and fall to the floor while she walks off. Rocket snickering, looks back at you, oblivious to the what just happened.

"you ain't the only pissed at him" he said, groot agreeing with a amused smile, "but even though we all get pissed at him all the time, it's a bit unusual for you to be, what'd he do?" rocket prys. You look away from the necklace and at rocket, sighing when you realize you can't tell rocket your in love with Peter, he'd instantly tell or laugh at you...just the thought was embarrassing. So you just stand up from your seat walking away, heading to the little storage closet you call a bedroom. But on your way there peter tried talking to you, asking for help or something.

But you ignored him and shut your door behind you. Sulking away in your room....

Watching from the floor with confusion and in great pain, Peter stood up, clutching at his hurt stomach watching y/n slam the door shut behind her. He lifts a curious questioning brow at drax who had been laughing hysterically at peter and gamora.

"what's her problem?" Peter asks, never really having seen his best friends angry side. That was unusual for the usually calm and peace baring woman. Drax wipes tears from his eyes from how hard he was laughing at peter.

"maybe she's just tired" the large man spoke breathlessly little chuckles escaping from him. Peter rolls his eyes and slightly limps over to the cockpit of the ship, spotting rocket and groot arguing about something.

"hey, do you two now what's up with y/n, she seems mad about something?" Peter asks, groot looks to rocket and rocket looks up at peter with a shrug.

"she told me she was pissed at you, that's you're problem to solve quill" the raccoon focuses back on the galaxy in front of him as he pilot's the ship.

"pissed at me? What the hell did I do?!" he exclaimed with confusion, last time he checked he hasn't done anything wrong, nor has he said anything insulting about her. He would never do that, he cared about y/n to much to speak anything negative about her.

"like I said quill, that's you're problem to solve" rocket repeated himself. Peter sighs muttering sarcastically about what great help rocket was. But before Peter could walk away rocket turns around to face him fully in the pilot seat. Eye's fixated on the star-lord, "just to throw you a bone quill, I think it has something to do with your insistent flirting with gamora" Peter looks at the fury small raccoon with a deep confused expression.

"why would that bother her?" he spoke with a seriousness, something uncommon for Peter.

"perhaps because she cares about you, somehow..." rocket said his last sentence with disgust as he looks over peter with a grimace.

Offended peter flips rocket the bird and walks off, that only made rocket laugh, "what a loser" he muttered while continuing his duty.

Laid out on the small uncomfortable cot, you look over the pendent with a frown. When Peter had first given it to you, you had thought he was going to kiss you, it was a wonderful memory, the best day of your life actually...

The stars was beautiful in the galaxy, a pink and dark purple dust floating around the galaxy. You watched out of the large windshield of the spaceship, everyone else asleep as you and Peter was the only one's up. You nearly jump when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, you look only to be greeted with the gentle soft green with swirling brown eye's staring down at you, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I didn't mean to startle you birthday girl" he said quietly as he takes his seat beside you back in the pilot seat. "which reminds me, here's a little present for you, it's not much but he kinda reminded me of you" he digs around in his pocket until he found a horribly wrapped small box, handing it to you.

You take it and smile at him widely, "Peter you didn't have to get me anything" you told him. He shrugs and urges you to open it all the while watching you with anticipation. That made you smile even more as you tore it open, eye's lighting up with admiration at the necklace inside. You pull it out and look at the planet shaped necklace with a fond smile. Looking over at peter with a pure love.

"Peter... It's perfect, I love it! Thank you so much!" you excitedly exclaimed, he shrugs once more with a little laugh when you jump from your seat and practically yank him up and into a tight warm hug.

"you haven't even read the engraving on it yet" he laughs at you, you pull back slightly, still rather close as your chests nearly touched. You look over the pendent and spot writing on the ring, "to the brightest star in the galaxy..." he muttered as you read it. You felt a wave of emotions wash over you, tears swimming in your eye's as you felt touched by his gift...

He looked down at you with a look only one could describe as love, his green eye's locked on yours as he placed his hand on your waist, face inching closer to your own. Your heart was pounding, beating against your chest in anticipation, the longing you've felt for Peter threatened to escape, the urge to just grab him by his shirt and close the distance between you both was tempting. But you wanted him to go at his own pace, to let your lips meet slowly.

But it never came, he pushed you away, said happy birthday and went back to sit in the pilot seat, ignoring you for days after that....

You sigh and jump out of your skin when you hear a knock on the door frame, knuckles rasping against metal. You look up only to see the red haired man you really didn't want to see right now.

"a little sarcastic, slightly on the major dick weed side, raccoon told me you was pissed at me" he spoke, watching your expression carefully. You sigh and roll your eyes, of course rocket told him.

"just get out peter, I don't want to see right now" you spoke bitterly, looking away from him as you sat up in bed, hands gripping the edges of it tightly as you look down at the ground.

Walking inside the room and closing the door behind him, he walks so now he's standing in front of you, speaking once more much to your dismay.

"that same sarcastic dickweed told me that you might be mad at me because of the fact that you think I'm flirting with gamora, when clearly I'm not-

"think you're flirting?! Peter you're totally flirting with her! What do you take me as stupid!?" you stand up yelling at him, the pent up anger rolling out of you. Peter's eyes go wide with a slight panic as he shakes his head.

"what? No, no! You're not stupid, I don't think you are -

"then why lie to me? Everyone knows that you flirt with gamora on a daily basis!" you yell while pointing a finger at him, jabbing it into his muscular chest.

"I don't know! Because she's hot?!" he says with a raised confused and questioning voice. You stare at him as tears swell up in your eye's. Of course he would say that, gamora was beautiful, gorgeous and a total badass. What was you? A quiet, scared of everything loser. You couldn't never compare to gamora...it was only necessary for the flirtatious handsome man you had as a friend to find her attractive. How could Peter love you when he had her?

You felt all anger wash away, staring into those soft green eyes with a hint of brown swirling amongst the beautiful orbs. "then what the hell are you doing in here when you can be out there with her?" you ask quietly, voice breaking a bit. You felt as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest and ripped into a million peices.

"no, y/n that's not what I meant - that's far from what I was trying to say..." he tried to explain himself only to trail off at the tears streaming down your face, "why are you crying?" he asks softly, concern dripping from his voice.

You hadn't even noticed that you was crying until then. You wipe your tears away roughly and turn away from Peter, "just get out" you whimper. But he places a large hand on your shoulder spinning you around and wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as you cry into his chest.

"I'm not leaving until you talk to me... What's wrong?" he asks softly yet sternly. You wait a few minutes calming down some before answering him, taking in how he gently sways you both while humming a song. It makes your heart ache, knowing that you was going to tell him the truth, knowing he wouldn't talk to you afterwards....

"I - I really care about you peter..." you force out and he stops, brows netted in confusion as he cups your cheek and makes you look up at him.

"and I care about you y/n... Explain why you're crying?" he said and you sigh, annoyance bubbling up inside you once more at how oblivious he was.

"Peter, I mean I really, really care about you..." you whisper while looking up at him, eye's glistening with tears as realization starts to sparkle in his own.

"oh, like a more then friends type of thing..." he said, and you nod, looking away from him as your lip trembles. He didn't feel the same and now you ruined your friendship.

"I'm sorry, this stupid - I'm stupid for saying anything -

"y/n slow down! You're not stupid" he laughs at your rambling grabbing your face in both his hands gently making you look up at him, his gaze glued to you, "I love you..." he muttered, the truth behind his words couldn't be mistaken. You feel your heart being mended and fluttering at his confession.

"I love you too" you whisper back with a blooming smile, Peter chuckles while pressing his forehead against yours, nose bumbling yours in a loving way.

"I wanted to tell you the day I gave you that necklace... But I chickened out" he confessed eye's closing as your flutter shut as well.

"that would have been the best birthday present ever" you tell him with a little smile, he let's a breathy laugh escape his lips, breath fanning against your face.

"what if I had kissed you?" he teases, swaying you both. You feel your heart pounding against your chest, eye's opening to look at him only to find he had been gazing at you... You bring a hand up to delicately carress his red scruff adorning his cheeks. The little hairs tickling your palm.

"then it would have been the best day of my entire life..." you whisper, watching how his eye's fall to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he looks back into your eye's.

"can I kiss you?"

"you don't even have to ask"

And with that said, he pressed his lips against yours. His lips was soft, dancing with yours in a slow loving dance. He tasted sweet, like honey with a mixture of something utterly him. You melt into the kiss, loving every second as he wraps his arm around your waist as his hand on your cheek brings you closer, deepening the kiss by nibbling at your bottom lip. Just as you are about to a part your lips the sound of someone dramatically gagging makes you and Peter part, breaking the kiss reluctantly.

You blush madly, Peter holding you against him with a arm slung around you, your cheek pressed against his chest. You both look at the door seeing rocket standing their with a face of disgust.

"oh my God! I'm gonna puke! Get a room you two!" rocket exclaimed while gagging. You and Peter both roll your eyes.

"we have a room rodent and you're standing in it!" Peter pointed out while rocket grimaced.

"I thought it was mine asshole!" he fired back, shaking his head, "I'll never be able to erase that horrific disgusting image out of brain, quill and y/n sucking each other's faces off...." rocket grumbled while walking away leaving the door open. You giggle a little bit as Peter yells after him.

"you could have shut the door at least!" he yelled, shaking his head as he looks down at you with a smirk, "now where were we?" he starts leaning down to kiss you, only to stop midway when drax enters your room.

"the tiny rodent blew my room up with a gun misfire, I have to sleep in here with y/n" he spoke while casually throwing a pillow and blanket on the floor and laying down. Looking at you and Peter, "you can continue" he said.

"dude?! What's is wrong with you?!. Jesus christ.... Okay y/n were going to my room" Peter said, taking your hand and leading you out of the room. You giggle and feel a happiness fill your heart that you've missed dearly. Who would ever thought peter quill would actually love you back.....

A/n: I hope whoever reads this enjoys it! Also I'm taking up requests for any marvel characters if anyone wants to request?

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Yondu Admitting He Loves You Would Include:

Yondu admitting he loves you would include:

-        He would beat around the bush for a while, unable to find the right sort of time to say it. He didn’t want it to be sickly sweet by saying it after sex, nor was it something he wanted to blurt out. So, for a while, it is at the front of his mind.

-        it had been joked about, like when you had came back from a mission with more loot than originally thought. “yah done well.” He patted your back. “knew there was a reason I kept you around.” “So its not your undying love for me.” You feigned insult before bursting into laughter and tell him how you happened on the loot.

-        There would be a lot of pet names like ‘love’, so the word wasn’t completely off the table.

-        It would probably come out during a fight. Not between you and him. It would be at a bar and someone disrespect you. Like by knocking into you while walking past and sneering a name at you. Yondu would get very protective. Yondu will threaten them, holding them by the scruff of the collar and letting them feel his laser gun pressing against their chest before throwing them towards the exit. “Yondu? You didn’t need to do that.” You cuddle in close to him, unsure where the sudden anger had came from. “Aint having him disrespect the lass I love.” Yondu glared after the man, not realizing the words that had tumbled out of his lips.

-        You looked at him with utter surprise. He loved you? he still had realised until you spoke.

-        “I love you too, Yondu.” You smile, drawing his attention back to you.

-        For a moment, he is dumbstruck as he hears the words come from you. Then he realizes you said “too” and his words register in his mind.

-        But he wouldn’t try to take them back. Your declaration of love meant too much to him.

-        He would pull you into a booth and keep his arm locked around you all night, until it came time to close and the two of you would half stumble back to the ship and fall into bed together.

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Paring: Tony x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You are your father’s daughter. Intelligent, sophisticated, innovative, stubborn, a smart ass. Recent events have tested out the relationship and bond you two have, but you’ve always managed to stay strong and work things out. But what happens when the fate of the universe is at risk and the stakes are raised? 

Warnings for the series: Swearing, Mentions of blood, Possible mentions of death?, Infinity War feels, Endgame feels (may differ for each chapter)

A/N: So this is my first multi-chapter fic and I’m kinda nervous. Again sorry if my summary and warnings sucks. I really hope you all like it. I got good reviews and stuff on the teaser so I’m hoping you’ll like this too.

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