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[americasdaddytm]

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Come on. I’ve been around the galaxy once or twice.”

“You should get out of here.”

“What are you talking about?”

“So, this is what you do now? Hang out in bars and hit on questionable women?”

“Jealous?”

“How did you find me?”

“I do have resources. And I thought we could talk.”

“I need you to stay away from earth.”

“I know it isn’t easy. Earth is your home planet.”

“I remember now. You came to earth, knocked up my mom then abandoned her and me.”

“What are you up to?”

“I’m trying to save it.”

“This is why I never want to talk to you…I don’t believe a word you say.”

“What I’m about to tell you only a handful of people in the galaxy know.”

“A council of the Galactic Empires has come together and decided that from this day forward the earth is off-limits to all extraterrestrial interaction.”

“The earth needs a fighting chance if it’s ever going to be able to be part of our galactic civilization.”

“And you just figured this out now?”

“The rule is that no one is allowed to set foot on earth soil. You will honor that law.”

“Take your place as the firstborn of the Spartax Empire.”

“Let me make this as clear as I can…I don’t like how you made your empire.”

“Go krutack yourself.”

“I am your father and your king.”

“Gamora, no!”

“Let’s finish this.”

“It’s time to go.”

“I thought you were in trouble.”

“Go. Out.”

“I get updates on you, you know.”

“I hear you took on Thanos.”

“Imagine what you could accomplish if you were doing what you were supposed to be doing instead of cavorting around the galaxy with your broken friends.”

“I should have done this years ago.”

“Just take a step way back and look at the earth as part of the cosmic tapestry.”

“You’ve been targeted. Evasive action required.”

“What? Oh, come on.”

“Files indicate this ship’s design is similar to those logged from previous interactions with the alien race known as The Badoon.”

“Badoon. I hate these guys.”

“Bad news. Unidentified spacecraft has entered the perimeter.”

“First this armored human and now the Star-Lord of Spartax.”

“How did they know we would be here?!”

“We should abandon the campaign until we—.”

“Battle stations!”

“A Badoon warship showed up out of nowhere?”

“You guys want to see something funny?” Watch this.”

“I am Groot.”

“Hull breach!”

“All hands! Initiate Emergency Protocol! Do not abort the mission! Do not abort!”

“Ha! That is krutacking hilarious!”

“Go Groot, go!”

“I hate when you’re right.”

“You love when I’m right.”

“All this for the earth?”

“So uh, hey, what exactly is going on?”

“Tell him, (Name). He needs to know.”

“Avenge us in the name of the Brotherhood!”

“Everybody back to the ship! Everybody!”

“She can take care of herself!”

“We leave no one behind.”

“Don’t be dead.”

“The Badoon are getting more barbaric with age. It’s almost impressive.”

“Where the hell is Rocket?”

“No one is flying the krutacking ship!”

“They’re headed into earth’s atmosphere!”

“I think your father set you up.”

“He knew the earth was going to be attacked.”

“Your father didn’t become king of the galaxy by smiling and waving.”

“If he can’t have the earth…If he can’t have you…Then as far as he is concerned you can all go to hell together.”

[celestialmantdonna]

Welcome! I'm Mint (26, any pronouns) and here I write Mantis, mostly MCU-based but with some comic + game influences. Indie, semi-selective, mutuals only, 20+ muns only. I do not own Mantis, the Guardians of the Galaxy or any Marvel characters.

(I default to using a normal sized font for accessibility, but if you want me to use a small font/you use it yourself because it's not a problem for you, I will!)

Rules and guidelines are below the cut. Read before interacting & thank you in advance for reading them!

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Links: muse | bio | memes

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01. This blog will have SPOILERS! If you want to watch the GotG movies without knowing any spoilers, you might wanna avoid this blog.

02. I do not write with muns under the age of 18, or ideally 20. If I can't find your age somewhere on your blog, I will assume you're under 20 and I will not write with you. I'm sure you write really well but it's just a me thing!

03. Do not reblog my OOC posts/threads you are not involved in. Do not reblog my open starters if we are not mutuals. If you enjoy my writing, I appreciate that! But please, if you're a personal blog, don't reblog anything that is not a gifset/image/fanart. I get that not everyone reads the rules, and sometimes it's an honest mistake. But if you do so deliberately, I will block you. Sorry.

04. I am multi-verse and multi-ship. OC & crossover friendly. I am semi-selective. Mutuals only except for asks.

05. No godmodding. This one's pretty simple. Despite Mantis having the power to control others, she will only use her powers on your muse if your muse agrees or if you and I have discussed it and you are okay with it. Similarly, if your muse can also control others, let's discuss it! Let's see what they can do to Mantis! It's fun to explore their powers, but no actual godmodding.

06. Shipping is fun and we can discuss it but please: no forcing ships and no saying our characters are dating/married without telling me. On a similar note, no saying our characters have a child without discussing it prior. I consider it a form of godmodding, and chances are I'll stop writing with you. Unless I reblog memes about sending in hypothetical kids, don't do that. I'm not saying you cannot do that with your other rp partners if they're okay with that, but don't do so with me.

07. I am me and Mantis is Mantis. Please separate the two, because I separate the muns from their muses. I want to write and create with you, not help you fulfill some sort of fantasy. I understand we can all use our own emotions and life experiences to put ourselves in a specific headspace to write, but if you're living vicariously through your muse, I'm not the partner for you. Nothing against that, I have a friend who writes self-insert, reader-insert stories and one-shots and my friend is an amazing writer. Don't be discouraged, you'll find the right partner!

08. I don't care whether you use icons or not or whether you occasionally commit typos. I do ask you try to use punctuation at least a little because if not, I will read entire sentences without any sort of pause, with no inflection or sense of pacing whatsoever. I really value creativity and characterization and I myself will, probably, have a typo every once in a while, it's all good, just try to keep a bare minimum of grammar.

09. I will not pressure you to reply to threads so please don't pressure me. If I think you actually forgot to reply I might gently remind you and you can do the same with me. This is supposed to be a fun hobby, let's remember that, yeah? I can be forgetful at times. If we're writing together please don't assume I do this because I don't want to write with you. If I'm writing with you it's because I want to and you do as well.

10. No OOC drama. Please. I am here to write and have a good time. In order to interact with me, be constructive when OOC, not destructive. I know we're all human, I understand we all have bad days, it's all good, but don't be a dick. Be respectful, to me and to anyone else I may be writing with. Don't police who I can or cannot write with, because I won't do that to you. I don't want OOC drama. Give me all the drama between muses though!

Some additional info:

Duplicates are welcome.

You can send Anonymous asks, they are welcome and appreciated. They can help me develop headcanons, ideas, etc.

If we're not mutuals and I answer one of your asks, though, don't expect it to become its own thread. I want to believe no one is being direspectful on purpose when it comes to this, but I wouldn't want you to take the time to write that, since I probably won't reply. Never anything personal, I wish I had time to write with everyone, but you know, real life and all that.

I don't write extremely smutty material, it's just a preference of mine since I use writing as a tool of storytelling. If I tell you a story, personally I'm not gonna describe every little thrust/moan/gasp, though if our muses have chemistry and I'm comfortable with you as a mun I'll absolutely be open to writing something more spicy, but mostly fade to black/pillow talk/morning after. It will be tagged ns;fw. Unprompted smutty starters/asks will get you blocked. If you write that with your other rp partners I don't mind though so don't worry about that.

If we're already writing together and you want to try a different dynamic, just reach out! While I do like to build relationships (of any kind) between muses, we can absolutely have more than one verse.

If you've read this far without yawning drop a 🪐 in the ask box (Anonymously or not) and I'll write a little playlist for you with songs I think the Guardians would have on their Zune.

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[chthonicbeloved]

more cringy dirty & flirty pick-up lines sentence starters ❝ i'd tell you a joke about my dick, but ... it's too long. ❞ tim&ais in the gotg verse bc yk he is using thee worst pickup lines 

      aislinn made a face at his joke and looked at him raising an eyebrow. “seriously tim. you’re lucky i know you know how to use that dick of yours. or i’d have thrown myself off a cliff.” she said dryly with a shake of her head as she rolled her eyes. “now do us both a favor and come over and use that big dick of yours.” she teased with a grin as she looked at him spreading her legs fingers sliding down her thigh as she leaned back in the chair making herself comfortable.

@arcaneloved

[shyficwriter]

Which are you guys more excited for? (It will influence what I work on next lol)

(* xReader version of GOTG movies. Essentially a rewrite of the whole series where reader is part of the story.)

(** xReader version of GOTG movies- HOWEVER- Reader unwillingly becomes part of the story. Plot will be that Reader gets zapped somehow into GOTG movies universe, and finds themselves thrown into the plot of the movies/GOTG universe. Thing is, you are aware that all these people are fictional characters, and you know what's going to happen to them, but you cannot interfere. Meaning, you're now part of the story but: you're doomed to go along with the narrative, you need to hide that you know what happens to them, and you cannot stop bad things from happening to your favorite characters (either from threat of punishment via something omniscient like The Watchers or the TVA, or because whenever you try to change their fates you make things worse.)

If either of these two options win we can take a vote later to decide if we want them to be "Doomed by canon" or if we want them to turn into fix-its.

[shyficwriter]

“Have I told you today how much I hate you?” Yondu & reader?

[Send me a sentence starter!]

“Have I told you today how much I hate you?” You glared at Yondu as you asked the question.

Yondu just grinned back. He knew your reason for using such insolent language towards your captain was because he had just succeeding in embarrassing the ever-living hell out of you.

How had he done this?

You were walking through a marketplace before a job on some planet you hadn't been to before. You noticed a very attractive person at the same stall as you and Yondu. Yondu noticed you noticing them. He then let out a loud fart and blamed it on you, making sure to state his false claims more than loud enough that the person could hear. And they did. And they smelled it. And they looked at you with a disgusted look before hurrying away.

"Why do you always do that?! You don't do that to Peter!!"

Yondu laughed. "The hell if I don't! Did it just last week when he was eyein' a pretty Rajack girl." He clapped you on the shoulder and nodded his head in the direction of another stall, beckoning you to follow. "Come along. Ya don't need to be goin' googly eyed over some piece of tail while we're on a job anyway," he chuckled.

"But was embarrassing me like that really necessary!?" you scold after him.

He turned with a smirk and replied, "Nah. That part's just fun."

[shyficwriter]

“Okay sweetcheeks, what do you propose we do?” with Yondu maybe?

I love your writing btw <3

[Thank you! Send me a sentence starter!]

“Okay sweetcheeks, what do you propose we do?” Yondu said to you in a biting tone. You had just finished stating the obvious that there were too many of the little blue rodents swarming to kill them all as Yondu called back his arrow. Unfortunately, at the same time, you had no solution.

The two of you were currently stood on a flat rock the size of a small table about a foot or two off the ground as the little blue rodents swarmed in a mini stampede throughout the cave the two of you had entered to escape the sudden storm outside. You must have disturbed them with your presence.

This was supposed to be an easy job. Come to Berhert, grab some weird moss for some client, and get out. Now you were surrounded by little creepy blue rodents. You knew you should have gone with Peter to Xandar on that supply run, but nOoO, you just had to go see the forest.

After a couple moments of no answer from you, Yondu crouched down looked back at the rodents. He hadn't recognized them at first, mistaking them for a different type of rodent with a venomous bite, and that's why he had ushered the two of you up onto the rock. However now, upon a chance to reflect, he realized that these rodents weren't their venomous cousins, and declared the two of you would probably be ok to walk about them. Maybe make a fire and cook a few later if the rain didn't let up outside.

"Um, I-I think we're good," you say, "We can just stay up here. The rain should let up soon, and-and they'll probably go back to wherever they're spawning from soon enough if we leave them alone."

Yondu stood and rolled his eyes before chuckling. "Don't tell me you're scared of those little critters now," he teased.

"I'm not!" you refute, slightly pouting.

"Well if ya ain't scared then why ya wanna stay cramped up here then for?"

"It's not that cramped," you say. It wasn't totally a lie. There was maybe enough room to fit two adults to sit, but not much more. You decided to sass him a bit for implying you were scared. "Besides, it's not like you smell that bad," you say with a slight smirk.

Yondu half-frowned at the insult and reached over to jab you in the ribs, earning a strangled giggle from you as you jumped.

He raised an eyebrow and poked you a few more times with an amused smirk, enjoying your reaction.

"Cut that out! It tickles!" you scold, his last poke making you need to reach out and grab him to catch your balance before you stumbled off the rock.

"Watch out, ya don't wanna fall into all those little critters now." he teased, poking you some more. If nothing else, this could provide him with some entertainment for a bit.

"Then quit poking me!" you scold again, jumping and jerking each time his finger connected with your ribs or stomach. He was right, you really didn't want to fall into them. The thought of having them crawl all over you made you shudder.

Yondu's mouth twitched up in a mischievous grin and he shrugged, complying with your request only to switch to properly tickling you, his fingers now spidering over your sides.

You spasmed and nearly fell off the rock again, squealing for him to knock it off before you fell. Of course, he didn't listen, having too much fun as he tormented you and teasingly kept saying, "Watch out, yer gonna fall!"

"Yondu! No! Quit it! This isn't fair!" you cried out through giggles. "You're gonna make me fall! No!" You just manage to right yourself again and realize that you need to lower your center of gravity. Grabbing his wrists you manage to give just enough of a shove to put him slightly off balance and then you immediately drop to a sitting position, curling your legs up to your chest and wrapping your arms around your knees to prevent any chance that your feet might dangle off the edge and risk one of the rodents jumping up on your leg.

Yondu laughed and knelt down. "You really think that's gonna save ya?" he taunted, reaching out to briefly wiggle his fingers in your armpit.

You let out a short shriek and immediately unfolded as your legs kicked out, making Yondu laugh and slap his knee at your reaction.

You were now turned slightly to face him the best you could and you held your arms out in defense. "Don't!" you whined mixed with residual giggles. "Don't make me fall!"

"What ya scared of those little rodent critters for?" Yondu laughed. "They ain't gonna hurt ya!"

You could feel your cheeks burning. "I'm not scared!"

Yondu smirked and started poking you again. "Sure ya ain't."

You started to jerk and squirm away from his assault, squeaking, "I'm not! Cut it out!"

"Admit it. Yer scared of them," he replied, now properly tickling your ribs again.

You threw your head back and cackled wildly, kicking out as you tried to lean back without falling backward. "No! No please!" you cried out in laughter, "Yondu! This isn't funny!"

Yondu just laughed at you. "I think it's plenty funny." He then moved his hands up to tickle under your arms and laughed along with you as you had to grab onto his arm to stop yourself from falling backwards. "Go on now, admit yer scared and I might consider not lettin' ya fall into that big swarm of them underneath ya."

"YONDU!" you screech, "Please! This isn't fair!" You wanted to let go of his arm so you could grab his hands, but if you let go you'd fall because you couldn't help but lean away from the ticklish feeling and then those creepy little things would surely crawl all over you. Your choices were hold on and be tickled, or let go and fall into a sea of rodents. Clearly, not much of a choice.

Yondu laughed at you, knowing he was being absolutely unfair, but it was just too funny watching you struggle as you tried to lean away from the tickling, but yet had to grip onto his duster jacket to keep yourself from falling because you had leant too far away to keep yourself upright. That, and he could tell you your grip was loosening.

You had realized this too, and started begging more urgently for him to quit tickling you. "No! No! Stop it! Please! I'm gonna fall!" you cried out, your laughter now panicked and squeaky. "Please! Please! I can't! You're making me fall!" You then squealed louder and kicked at the rock in desperation when he dug a little more into your armpits. It tickled so much it was practically unbearable. "Please! Don't! I can't!" Your words came out high and squeaky and your grip was loosening more. You couldn't hold on much longer. It was time to give in. "Ok! Ok! You win! Please! Just don't let me f-"

You hands finally slipped off his duster.

You fell.

It wasn't far. Again, you were only a little bit off the ground, but that didn't change the shriek that ripped from your throat as you felt yourself fall onto your upper back.

You jumped up immediately and swatted at yourself as you cried out for a good couple moments before you realized you weren't covered in tiny blue rodents.

Yondu could be heard absolutely laughing his ass off.

You glanced around in confusion. "They're... gone...?"

Yondu nodded through his laughter. After a moment he was able to manage speech. "They all cleared out a bit ago, but you should have seen your face! That was too good!" He continued laughing at you.

You frowned at him. "If you knew they were gone why did you keep torturing me! You made me think I was about to fall into hundreds of those creepy little things!"

Yondu finally stood, still chuckling. "So ya finally admit you were scared of 'em, then?" he teased, "And 'cause yer easy to pick on. Had to find something to pass the time." He shrugged and stepped off the rock, nodding towards the cave entrance. "Looks like the rain's let up too. Let's get a move on." He then started walking away like nothing happened.

You frowned and followed. "You're impossible," you grumble at him.

Yondu just turned to shrug at you with a smirk. "Would have been over quicker if ya'd just admitted ya was scared of them. Not my fault ya make it so easy to tease ya."

"I'll get you back for that," you threatened.

Yondu just chuckled and rolled his eyes, delivering one final poke to your stomach, the resulting giggle making your threat much less threatening. "Uh huh. Sure ya will, scaredy pants."

[shyficwriter]

Firstly (I meant to send this earlier but my life has been utterly shaken up) I loved chapter 18 of Temporary Home!!

Secondly you couldn't have come at a better time for all this, I appreciate you and your work so much it gives me so much comfort. You are my comfort fanfic writer XD

That said, thirdly, (I may ask with more lines later if that's ok) "Its not morning yet." For Yondu please!

Take as long as you need getting to this, and be sure to be taking care of yourself! Lots of love ❤

[Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! And oh my! I hope things have gotten better for you! You're so sweet! It always means so much to hear you guys say that and I'm glad my fics give you comfort <3 And it's totally ok to send more than one! Thank you so much! You're seriously so sweet!

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"It's not morning yet," Yondu grumbled, "Go back to sleep."

Peter nudged him again. "I heard something."

Yondu peeked open an eye at the boy, internally groaning and wondering if he had honestly woken him up because he had a nightmare. Peter's features were illuminated by the faint glow of the fire they had built out in the forest, having had to hike away from the ship in search of a rare and poisonous flower they had been contracted to retrieve. He looked worried, but then again, when did the kid not? That look seemed almost permanently etched in his features the whole week he'd been with them now. Hopefully he'd outgrow that soon. "Gef's on watch," Yondu told him gruffly, "If there was anythin' out there he'd have seen it." He then turned over and attempted to go back to sleep.

"Gef fell asleep." Peter retorted, shaking Yondu gently by the shoulder.

Now Yondu sat up in annoyance. Not only was the boy waking him up, but that dumbass Gef had fallen asleep on watch duty. He looked over the sleeping bodies of his crewmen, and sure enough, there was Gef. Fast asleep against the trunk of a tree instead of keeping watch and looking over the fire. Speaking of which, had died down to mostly embers in its neglect, which explained why the light had grown so faint. Damn liability, Gef was. Yondu wondered why he kept him around. He considered throwing a shoe at Gef's head to wake him up, but decided against it. He was probably more useful asleep, dumb as he was.

Yondu sighed and rubbed his face before looking at Peter. "Alright boy, what'd ya hear?"

A branch snapped in the distance and little Peter jumped. "That!" he whispered-yelled, "I think there's something out there!"

Exhaling out his nose in annoyance, Yondu had to admit the boy might be right. He pulled his boots on, grabbed his blaster, and told Peter to stay put as he quietly moved towards the sound.

Did the boy listen? Of course not. Yondu had gotten perhaps only a few meters away when Peter, who had been trailing quietly behind him, managed to stumble and fall into the Ravager Captain.

Yondu didn't cry out, to his credit, but he did jump with a start and turned, grabbing Peter by the collar when he saw who the offender was. "Thought I told ya to stay out!" he growled.

"Buddy system!" the boy insisted in a whisper.

Yondu blinked at him.

Peter then explained how his grandpa always stressed the buddy system when he'd taken him camping a couple times. Never leave the campsite without a buddy, he'd say.

Yondu frowned and released the boy. Sure, that wasn't what he usually called it, but it was something he had meant to teach the boy anyway so he wouldn't get lost. If he already knew it, he wasn't going to make him unlearn it by telling him to turn back now. He wordlessly turned back around to scan his surroundings, prepared to tell Peter there was nothing there so they could both go back to sleep, after he woke up the next person in line to replace Gef's lazy ass on watch, of course.

A couple more twigs snapped and some leaves rustled. Damn. There actually was something out there. Yondu only hoped it was something small and harmless. He wasn't in the mood to be shooting anything big or predatory. Still, he aimed his blaster in the direction of the sound, prepared to shoot. He could feel Peter's little hands clutching at his shirt as he hid behind him. That was another thing he needed to teach the boy. Ravagers don't cower in the face of danger. But that was a lesson for later, when it was daylight and he had finished sleeping, for one.

It was both a relief and a surprise when it was Kraglin who came out of the bushes, and boy was he surprised to see his captain pointing a gun at him.

Kraglin's hands immediately flew up in a gesture of surrender, any previous sleepy-ness he might have had now gone as his eyes widened and he halted in his tracks with a startled choked cry.

Yondu lowered his blaster. "Dammit, boy! What're ya doing? Ya scared the kid." He gestured to Peter, who had now stepped out from behind him sheepishly once he realized there hadn't been a monster, only Kraglin.

"Just went to take a leak, Cap'n." Kraglin stammered as he put his arms down, still a little rattled from what he had come back to.

Yondu sighed. He couldn't really fault him for that. Instead he turned his attention to Peter. "Did ya not think to look and see if anyone was missing before ya woke me up for this, boy?"

Peter pouted. "Well... you didn't either!" he retorted, crossing his arms.

Yondu narrowed his eyes. The kid had him there. Didn't mean he was going to admit it, though. After a moment he settled on, "Just go back to sleep, brat," and turned to walk back to the campsite.

"Um... Yondu?" Peter spoke up shyly.

Yondu rolled his eyes and turned back. "What now?"

He winced slightly. "I um... I need to go to the bathroom..."

Yondu rubbed a hand down his face and sighed. He just knew that was the kid's way of telling him he wanted a "buddy" to go with him because it was too dark or some shit. He stared at the boy for a second before looking to Kraglin, who hadn't quite yet closed the distance between them. He then grabbed Peter by the shoulder and shoved him in Kraglin's direction saying, "Yer takin' him."

"But-" Kraglin started.

Yondu cut him off with just the words, "Buddy system," as he walked away, leaving his now confused first mate to take care of the problem.

[shyficwriter]

“Look, for once, I’m not *actually* trying to tickle ya. Just sit still.”

[Ok, I'm gonna say right now I got carried away with this one lol. I was only supposed to write 5 lines for the “Send me the first line of a fic, and I’ll write the next 5″ thing and this one came out as a whole-ass drabble 😅 I couldn't help thinking that it could fit in with my multi-chaptered fic timeline too lol]

“Look, for once, I’m not actually trying to tickle ya. Just sit still.”

"I can't help it!" you whine, trying your best to stifle your giggles. You flinched the moment he brought the rag back to your ribs. "That just really tickles!"

Yondu was attempting to apply a solvent that would dissolve the sticky substance that splashed on you during the scavenging mission you guys had just finished. It had gotten all over your left arm and side and essentially bled through your shirt and plastered it to your skin. You were just grateful none of it found its way onto your pants because that would have made Yondu's task a lot more awkward. 

The  solvent was working well, your arm was now completely clean. However, because of the gentle way Yondu was dabbing and rubbing it into your side to free your shirt from your skin he kept accidentally tickling you.

Yondu worked his way a little too close up to your armpit and you would have glued your arm to your side too if Yondu hadn't acted quick and grabbed your arm before you could instinctively jerk it completely down. He sighed, having seen that you had also nearly kicked the open bottle of solvent over onto the deck of his recently cleaned M-ship. "Kraglin, turn on auto-pilot and come hold the brat still for me, will ya?"

Kraglin did as instructed and walked over, but once he got there asked, "How? What do you want me to do?"

"I dunno, sit on her or something. She can't quit squirmin'."

You blushed and looked apologetically at the first mate. 

After a few awkward moments of trying to figure out just how Kraglin could keep you still while also tasked with making sure you couldn't jerk your arm back down again, they settled on the very awkward position of Kraglin sitting in your lap facing you, more or less straddling you, while he held your wrist so you couldn't jerk your arm back down into the sticky substance.

"Geeze! You're heavy!" you quipped when Kraglin sat down. "Maybe lay off the crisps, yah?"

Kraglin glared at you, but then realized the perfect revenge for your rudeness. His glare turned to a smirk and in a teasing tone said, "I think I better make sure you won't be able move anymore while Yondu finishes," before scribbling the fingers of his free hand over the ribs on your clean side, which of course resulted in you laughing and trying to get free, but it turned out you were actually pinned down pretty good.

"Alright that's enough." Yondu scolded. "Are ya finally settled so I can finish?"

You took a couple deep breaths in nervous anticipation and said, "Yeah, I think I'm ready."

"Good," he said, “I gotta work quicker. This sticky stuff looks like it's starting to dry and I don't wanna chance not being able to get it off ya if it does."

With that he got back to work, but his quicker dabbing and rubbing movements tickled like absolute hell, and before long you couldn't help but bury your face into Kraglin's shoulder as you shook with helpless, sometimes squeaky, laughter for the near ten minutes it took Yondu to finish getting all the sticky off.

And yes, they still tease you about it to this day.

[shyficwriter]

"Coochie coochie coo~"

“Peter! Cut it out!” you whined through giggles as his fluttering fingers at the back of your neck made you scrunch up your shoulders.

“I just thought you looked like you could use a little cheering up over here all by yourself.” Peter laughed, referring to how you had been busy looking over some blueprints for the past hour.

“I was working! Peacefully! Until you showed up to bug me!” you laughed, trying and failing to twist around and push him away.

“But you look so happy now!” Peter teased, “and you need a break. The rest of us are going out for drinks. You can come if you want or...” he said with a grin, “I can just keep doing this...” he emphasized by now using both his hands to tickle the back and sides of your neck, making you giggle and squirm even more, “until you say yes and agree to take a break anyway.”

“Uh! Fine!” you say in mock begrudgement, knowing it wouldn’t kill you to take a break. Peter stopped tickling and you lightheartedly swatted at his arm when you stood up. “Was that really necessary though? Geeze.” you laugh, still grinning from having been tickled.

Peter shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “Eh. I guess not, but it was plenty effective, wasn’t it?” he said, laughing when you pouted and swatted at him again as you left to join the others to get drinks.

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“Sweetheart, did you just call me ‘dad’?” (These tiny fics are adorable btw)

(Thank you!) It had just slipped out, really, and your face began to grow hot at the implication of what just happened. “What? No! I said... I said... Brad... cuz I- I just forgot your name.”

Yondu grinned wide and pulled you into a side hug, ruffling your hair and laughing as he said, “Ya suck at lying, ya know that?”

Your face grew hotter as you pulled away saying, “I do not!”

Yondu put his hand on your shoulder before you could run off, his expression warning yet somehow also warm. “Did ya forget there are consequences for lyin’ to yer captain, or am I gonna have to remind ya?”

You didn’t think it was possible for your face to grow any hotter, but it did as you weighed your odds and ultimately decided to avoid the consequences by finally admitting sheepishly that it had just slipped out, preparing to be made fun of but surprised when instead Yondu scooped you up in a bear hug and called you his “little girl.”

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"Can I pleaaase borrow your walkman?"

[So this one got away from me too lol. There was just no way to fit the concept I wanted to do in 5 lines lol. Send me the first line of a fic, and I’ll write the next 5. ]

"Can I pleaaase borrow your walkman?"

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

Peter sighed. “Tell you what, let’s play a game. We’ll take turns trying to make the other laugh. First to laugh loses, and if you win I’ll let you borrow it, ok?”

You happily agree and Peter starts off, “What do you call someone who’s mad that they’re out of bread?”

You shake your head to indicate you don’t know, and Peter says, “Lack toast intolerant.”

You make a face at him and go next. “That sucked. What do you call a syrup with a speech impediment?”

“What?”

“Mrs. Stuttersworth.”

Peter’s nostrils flared and his mouth twitched, but he didn’t laugh. “Why do birds fly south for the winter?”

“Migration?” you say hesitantly. 

“To get mardi-gras beads.” 

You tried, you really did, but his joke was just so stupid you couldn’t help it. A laugh escaped your throat and you slapped your knee in frustration that you lost it in only the third round. “Ugh! Fine. You win,” you say sullenly despite the grin still cracking your face.”

“Yep. I win, so you can’t borrow my walkman,” he said, turning away from you to open a drawer in his desk.

You thought he was just rubbing it in, but then he spoke up again, having turned around to hand you something.

“Because I got you one of your own.”

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“This little piggy went to market...” 🐷

“Peter! No! No!” you cried out, trying, and failing, to jerk your foot out of his grasp.

“This little piggy stayed home,” Peter said, saying the rhyme in a funny, high-pitched voice. He moved on to the next toe and ignored your protests. “This little piggy had roast beef...”

You were at the same time glad the others weren’t around to see Peter being embarrassing, but also kinda wished there were someone who might save you from the torment that you knew Peter was about to wreak on you.

“This little piggy had none,” Peter smiled, your threats of murder falling on deaf ears. “And this little piggy cried, Wee! Wee! Wee! All the way home!” With that last line Peter began tickling your foot, causing you to shriek obscenities as you laughed and kicked hysterically.

That would teach you to hide his Walkman again.

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"I'm not a little kid! I don't need to be tickled like one!!"

(Sorry for a second ask lol but I love all these so much. I've been dying for Yondad platonic x reader stuff and you're pretty much the only one who provides good content of it, thank you for your writings <3)

(Don’t be sorry! And that’s so sweet! Thank you! [Honestly I want more too, but I can’t find any so... (insert gif of Thanos saying “Fine, I’ll do it myself”) lol])

“I think ya do, pipsqueak,” Yondu said, laughing along with you as you threw your head back and squealed like a stuck orloni when he scribbled his fingers over your ribs, “and why shouldn’t I, when you’re walking around this ship acting all mopey and shit.”

“I was just bored!” you whined, holding your sides and trying to pull away from Yondu’s evil tickling fingers.

“Bored, eh? Well I bet ya ain’t bored now, are ya.” Yondu teased, gently digging into your sides and laughing as you spazzed out in a fit of hysteric laughter.

“No!” You screech. “Not bored! Please stop! AHAHA! I can’t breathe!” 

Yondu finally stopped and stood back with a smirk. “Good. Now that ya ain’t bored you can go sweep off the flight deck.” he said, chuckling as you groaned but complied with your captain’s orders.

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Sentence starter: "Of course I don't expect you to choose me!! I wouldn't even choose myself!"

“Hey now, I don’t want to hear you say that again, hear me?” Yondu scolded, grabbing you roughly by the shoulder.

“But-” 

“No. Now you listen here; The only reason I’m not choosing you for this job isn’t because ya ain’t good enough, it’s cause things can go south really quick with a job like this and I don’t wanna see ya get hurt.”

You looked down sheepishly, “So you do think I’d-”

“Enough!” Yondu said firmly, cutting you off, “Didn’t ya hear what I said? I don’t wanna lose ya, I don’t know what I’d do if I did. Ya understand?” he said, looking down to see the realization come over your face as you finally understood what he had meant.

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"Please don't tell Yondu, i'm begging you guys!-"

"Don't tell me what?" came Yondu's voice from behind you.

You froze, the only thought able to form in your mind was "Shit!"

"Well, get on with it." Yondu said, smirking. "Ya might as well say now that I'm here... unless yer too chicken to face me."

You slowly turn around, stuttering out, "It's nothing! Really! Aha- Seriously nothing important! I-"

Yondu shared a knowing grin with Peter and Rocket behind you, and of course they sold you out and told him about your secret crush on Kraglin, which turned out exactly as bad as you thought it would.

The three of them teased you mercilessly about it, making you turn scarlet by dropping hints whenever you and Kraglin were in the same room. You lasted just over a week before you finally got the nerve to ask him out just to make them stop.

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“You want me to tickle you? Cause I will.”

A blush climbed up your neck as Peter smirked, satisfied that his threat had sank in and you’d be halting your annoying antics, if the fear in your eyes was any indication.

“What did I tell ya, boy.” Yondu interjected from the pilot’s seat. “Idle threats are useless, ya gotta follow through with them or else they won’t hold and meaning.”

“No, no. The threat was good enough, I’ll stop now.” you squeaked, knowing there was nowhere for you to run on Yondu’s M-ship and silently cursing him for butting in.

“You heard him, I gotta listen to the captain. It’s out of my hands... sorry,” Peter said teasingly, a mischievous grin plastered over his face as he quickly lunged at you.

“No! Peter! Wait! I’ll be good!” was all you got out before Peter launched his attack on your ribs, sending you into hysteric laughter and pleading that you wouldn’t do it again.

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