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literaryavenger · 1 year ago

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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

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romanoffshouse · 10 months ago

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Peter Quill: When was the last time you let someone hug you?

Drax: *thinking*: Two years ago.

Peter: Two years ago?

Drax: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Mantis out so I let her hug me.

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deeneedsaname · 2 years ago

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Found Family Blueprint - part 2!!

Sequel to this

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 2 years ago

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New Girl [02]

airing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

(slow burn, endgame, as in you’ll be seeing some short term pairings here and then as well)

MODERN DAY AU

Word count: 4,094

Warning: self-doubt, anxiety, toxic relationship, emotional/verbal abuse, cursing

Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to reside in. The only issue?

You suddenly have four very odd roommates.

[02]: MISMATCHED

The space around you was maybe a bar. There was definitely someone selling alcohol, but it was off a plastic fold out table, so you weren’t sure if that counted. The people around you were…odd. It was a weird mix of people younger than you and people much, much older than you. Someone in the corner was wearing only black with piercings all over their face and someone in the opposite corner was dressed like an old timey fisherman.

“64%.” Bucky suddenly said from beside you.

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “Huh?”

“Oh.” Bucky shrugged, “I thought you asked me what our chances were of getting murdered here.”

You snickered and Bucky gave you a lopsided grin. The lot of you were here to support Peter and his band. A band which was apparently named, ‘The Guardians’. This was the first show you had gotten to attend, but apparently it was a regular thing to go to whatever weird ass place they hosted a show in order to cheer them on. This week it was a random location over by the docks.

“Drinks!” Clint wandered back over with Sam. Weirdly, Clint seemed at home here and you had seen random people greet him like they knew him. He was holding a beer bottle and a red plastic solo cup while Sam carried two beers. “I ordered wine for you, [Name], but they had to go into the basement to get the wine and they put it in this cup.”

You gave the item a skeptical glance while Bucky and Sam began to shake their heads. Bucky grabbed the cup from Clint and set it on a table behind him while Sam twisted his lips, “You’re not drinking that.”

“Fair.” You nodded. Bucky reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a flask to hand to you. “Do you just carry alcohol around all the time?”

“I’m a bartender, doll.” Bucky shrugged.

Sam pointed at him with his beer, “Not a good reason, man.”

Clint made a gagging noise and the three of you looked over at him to see him holding the red solo cup again. Sam glared at him, “What the hell are you doing??”

“I was curious!” Clint argued. He took another sip, “It’s a got a real vinegar aftertaste.”

Bucky pointed at him and looked to you, “His chances just went up to 92%.”

“Good evening, Fish Market!” Peter yelled from stage they had just walked onto.

“Is that what this place is called??” Sam mumbled.

On stage, Peter stood in the position of lead singer. He was wearing a red leather vest and held a guitar. To his right was a dark-skinned woman with a bored look on her face. She stood behind keyboards, a mike stand in front of her, and she wore a collection of black leather. To Peter’s left was a short, scruffy man. His features were sharp and his brown hair looked like it had been cut by a blind man using a weed whacker. Behind them, on the drums, was a huge, bald man, made of muscle, who was covered in various tattoos and was currently shirtless.

“What is their…theme again?” You asked as they began to play.

“Space.” Bucky leaned in to answer. He pulled back, paused, then leaned back in, “I think. I’m still actually not sure.”

The set continued and surprisingly they were really good. Peter was a little bit of a train wreck sometimes so you weren’t sure how this was going to go, but he seemed like he knew what he was doing up there and his band mates were equally as good. You found yourself cheering and not just because he was your roommate. After it ended, you all stayed behind in order to talk to Peter and his band after they packed up their gear.

“I’ve been meaning to ask.” Clint scratched the side of his face. He had broken out into a minor case of hives about five minutes after drinking the weird wine. “What are you wearing, [Name]?”

It was odd to you that it took them this long to bring it up. You glanced down at your mismatching outfit and shoes then back up to them, “Well, I left a lot of my clothes at the house I bought with my ex after we broke up so I only have like three outfits and most of them are dirty right now. How are you guys just noticing this?”

“I have a sister.” Sam shook his head. “I learned a long time ago not to question wardrobe unless I want my ass beat.”

“I thought you looked fine. I still do.” Bucky gave you a once over. “What’s wrong with this outfit?”

Clint pointed at you, “She’s wearing five different colors and not a single one matches.” He leaned forward and tugged on the scarf around your neck. “It’s summertime and she has a scarf on, Bucky.”

You grinned and lifted the scarf to show the stain on the front of your shirt, “Yeah, it’s all I had to hide this.”

“Why don’t you just go get your stuff?” Sam asked.

You crossed your arms, “It’s… I… Talking to him isn’t high on my list of things I want to do. I mean, I don’t know if you noticed but I don’t even like saying his name.”

“Oh, we noticed.” All of them chimed in.

You nodded, “There you go.”

“You gotta go get your shit eventually.” Bucky said firmly. “Just keep it simple. Tell him you want your stuff back, get it, and leave it at that. Easy.”

Easy. It sounded easy the way he said it. Getting your stuff back was probably one of the steps in getting over him. Rebound sex hadn’t worked out, but this seemed significantly easier. While you thought this over, Peter and his band began to walk over. You gave him a broad grin and hurried forward to give him a hug, “You did amazing!” He wrapped his arms around you and you grimace and pulled back. “Oh God, you’re so sweaty.”

“That’s just how it is, [Name]. I’m a rock god. This sweat is—”

“Stop talking.” The dark-skinned woman said with a shake of her head.

“Good call.” Peter replied then motioned to you, “Guys, this is my new roommate. Roomie, this is Gamora, Rocket, Drax, Groot, and Mantis.”

The first three names went to the people you saw on stage, while the last two were people who had worked off stage with the lights and sounds. Groot was an enormously tall, quiet man with shaggy brown hair and a thick brown beard. Mantis, on the other hand, was a short, petite woman with a warm, bubbly energy about her.

“You guys are super great.” You grinned.

“Which is surprising since this assclown—” Rocket grumbled and glared at Peter, “—missed his fucking cue.”

Peter snapped his head to glare at the short man, “I hit the cue that I said I was going to hit, you raccoon person.”

“Call me a raccoon person again, Quill!” Rocket yelled.

You opened your mouth, but Sam and Clint just shook their heads at you. You glanced at Bucky and he shrugged, “This is normal.”

Gamora motioned to Clint who was scratching the back of his neck like a dog with fleas, “What’s wrong with Barton?”

“He drank the mystery wine.” You answered.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.” Gamora shook her head while Peter and Rocket continued to argue, “They make that in the basement themselves and they say the fruit is a mystery blend.”

Clint laughed and continued scratching, “Cool, cool, cool. Quick question, am I going to die?” The entire group mumbled various affirmatives and Clint gave everyone a quick thumbs up before going back to scratching. “Nice.”

Your workday had ended early. The only gig you had to be at was one Natasha was working and she was magic on the set. Since you had so much free time now though, you went ahead and texted your ex-boyfriend to meet you at a local park. You needed to face him. You needed to get your stuff back. All the guys said so.

As you mentally gave yourself a pep talk, you spotted a familiar face in your peripherals. There he was. John Walker. He had let his scruff grow out on his jaw and his blonde hair was slicked back. The two of you had the kind of cute meeting you saw in romantic comedies. You had run into each other at a coffee shop, and he seemed like your dream guy. Charming, handsome, sweet. As time went by, the features you found endearing seemed to slip away. John had a temper on him, and God he had never hit you, but sometimes he’d say some really terrible things. John was always quick to apologize afterwards, and for so long you bought into it. According to him, he was the best you were ever going to have, and you believed him.

It wasn’t true. You were worth more than he said, you understood that now, but sometimes in moments of weakness his voice would nag at the back of your mind and remind you of all your worst insecurities.

“Babe!” John called out with a bright smile, “I was wondering when you’d call.”

He sat down on the bench beside you and suddenly pulled you into an uncomfortable hug. You didn’t know how to just pull away so you awkwardly patted his back a few times until he released you. You gave him a tense smile, “Hi, John. Thanks for coming. Listen, I need—”

“I know, I know.” John set his hand on your knee and you shifted in place with a grimace, “I’m sorry for what you saw. It was a mistake, baby. I want you back too.”

You quickly shook your head, “No, I… I just need to swing by and grab my stuff. I left a lot of clothes there and…”

“Just come back.” John replied. “You’re being ridiculous. I told you I didn’t sleep with her.”

“You were making out with her, John. In our living room.” You argued.

John scoffed, “It’s the stress of work. My commanding officer has been on my ass and—”

“I know but—”

“Don’t interrupt me.” John snapped. “Look, let’s just get dinner. Talk about this. I want you back.”

You shook your head, “I don’t think that’s a—”

“9:00 tonight. At Giordio’s. I know you like their chicken parmesan.” John gave you a smirk. He squeezed your knee once before rising from his seat and just leaving. You didn’t even like their chicken parmesan. He did. With a groan, you covered your face with your hands. God, you couldn’t do rebound sex right and now you couldn’t even get closure right. What the hell was wrong with you?

You fished around in your purse to find your phone so you could call Natasha. You needed someone now otherwise you were going to implode in on yourself, and nobody talked you off a ledge better than your redheaded best friend.

Clint was sitting sideways in the recliner as he threw the palm sized basketball across the room and into the basket hanging on the wall in the dining room. Sam, who was at the table, scooped up the ball and tossed it back to him, “Dude, you have the weirdest talents.”

Peter walked out from the hallway and glanced around, “Have you guys seen [Name]? I want her opinion on how to win this argument against Gamora.”

Bucky looked up from the computer resting on his lap as he sat on the couch to where Peter was standing with his phone in hand, “God could reach down to help you and you wouldn’t win an argument against her.”

“I think she’s still at work.” Sam answered.

As if God himself wanted to prove them wrong, the front door swung open hard, like someone had kicked it, and in came the woman in question and the scary model you called best friend. Your eyes were reddish, like you had been crying earlier, and the sniffle that came from you was more evidence of the fact. Clint straightened up in his seat, Sam sat up from the table to stand closer, Peter turned to face you, and Bucky tensed in his seat. You gave them a quick wave before rushing to her room.

They weren’t able to get a single word out because Natasha descended on them in a Russian rage. She threw her purse down and they all flinched as she let her deadly glare drift over every single one of them, “Which one of you dumb motherfuckers told her to talk to her ex?”

Sam pointed at Bucky who point at Clint who pointed at Sam. Peter, on the other hand, shook his head, “Wait, what now?”

“Okay, idiot three is clear.” Natasha scoffed and turned to the other three.

“Wait, how did you choose the order of these idiot titles?” Clint asked, but when her blazing blue-green eyes landed on him he sunk in his seat, “Not important. Never mind.”

Natasha clasped her hands together, a motion that made her look like she was physically restraining herself from clawing at them, “Let me make this clear. It is not your job to give her advice about that fucking bastard. That is my job, you idiots.”

“Okay, we get it, we’re idiots.” Bucky said and stood up, tossing his laptop aside, “Can you tell us what happened?”

“She went to talk to him, and he was an ass to her.” Natasha snapped. “That man is straight poison and the last thing she needed was to face him alone. You have no idea—” She bit her tongue, paused, then shook her head. “If she wasn’t so weirdly attached to you people, I’d murder you all right now.”

Peter raised his hand, “Even me? Because I thought we established that idiot three was not involved in this?”

Bucky bit back a sigh and left the living room to head toward your room. He heard Peter say something and Natasha began to rant again. Rightfully so though. Bucky hated the idea of anyone messing with his family and when he really thought about it, it was stupid of them to suggest you go alone. As alright as you acted, he didn’t know the history there and he shouldn’t have pushed you into this like he did.

He knocked on the door and when your voice called out, Bucky stepped into the room.

You were sitting on the floor with your back against the foot of your bed looking at a picture you had taken with John very early into the relationship. When you looked up, Bucky stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. You gave him a tight lipped smile and small wave, “Hi, Bucky.”

“Hey.” He sighed and crossed the room to you. He stepped over your outstretched legs and then sat on the floor beside you. Bucky’s eyes landed on the photo in your hand, “This the guy?”

You held up the photo that had been taken around Christmas time while the two of you were ice skating in Central Park, “Yupp. This is John. This is three years of my life.”

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked.

“I think so.” You shrugged. “I tried to take the advice you guys gave me and met with him so I could get my stuff but…”

Bucky shook his head, “That’s our fault. We shouldn’t have told you to do that. It wasn’t our place.”

“No, you were right. I need to.” You argued. “I can just never get a word in with him, you know? It was always his way or the highway. I told him I wanted my clothes and he told me we were meeting for dinner tonight. No arguments.”

Bucky’s lips turned down into his signature grumpy, frown and you had to hold back a chuckle. He took the photo from your hand and threw it behind the two of you, “You aren’t going to do that are you?”

“I don’t want to.” You said. “I was so blind our entire relationship. I let so much slide and it wasn’t until he was sucking some other girl’s face that I realized how terrible it all was. The shit he said, I—” Bucky gave you a soft, concerned look. You shrugged. “John just always made me feel so small and worthless. I think I would’ve broken up with him ages ago except he somehow brainwashed me into thinking he was the best I could do.”

Bucky clenched his jaw and for a moment you thought you had made him angry. He shook his head though and when his gaze landed back on yours there was only comfort there, “You know that’s not true right. You’re… incredible, and you deserve the world.”

You rolled your eyes and bumped your shoulder into his, “I’ve been here five weeks. You barely know me.”

“I know that you wake up earlier than you need to on Thursdays because you know Clint comes home from his late night odd jobs then and if you don’t get up to make him breakfast he’ll just pass out without it. I know you listen to Peter rant about every single argument he has with Gamora and the others no matter how tired you are.” Bucky shrugged. “I know you drive out of your way to pick up Sam’s favorite food to bring home for dinner on days where you know he had a rough case in the office. And…” Bucky dragged the word out. He gave you a soft smile, “I know you were the one to finally convince Peter not to practice his new songs before noon because you know that’s when I sleep after a shift at the bar.”

You pulled your legs in to wrap your arms around them and rest your chin on your knees, “You stalking me or something, Barnes?”

“I’m observant.” He replied. “Now come on.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Bucky stood up. He offered you his hand and you let him pull you up to your feet. He gave you grin, “We’re gonna go get your stuff and we might kill your useless ex while we’re at it. I don’t know, we can decide in the car.”

You laughed as he dragged you out of your bedroom.

Ten minutes later, six of you were jam packed into your small car. Bucky was sitting in the passenger seat while the other three guys were stuffed into your backseat. Natasha was sitting on Clint’s lap.

“I just think I should say that I am honored you chose my lap to sit on.” Clint spoke up.

“Oh, I regret it already.” Natasha replied.

Peter slapped his thighs, “I’m warm and ready for you over here, babe.”

“Jar.” You said, meeting his eyes in the rear view mirror. “Definite jar.”

He groaned, “You guys can’t jar me in places where there are no jars.”

You slowed the car until it came to a complete stop at the curb. The house was adorable as you remembered it to be. A pretty yard, a small porch, and yellow window panels. It was supposed to be your future. You wondered what that would’ve looked like. What would’ve happened if you hadn’t walked in on him and that girl.

“[Name].” Natasha mumbled and you glanced around the car to see them all looking at you in concern. For one, you wouldn’t have your boys. You gave them a firm smile and climbed out of the car. They did the same, but they lingered by the curb while you walked up to the front door. His car wasn’t in the driveway and when you knocked on the door there was no response. You counted that as a blessing and used the key hiding under a decoration to the side of the door.

Now, you had to be quick.

Natasha came in and the two of you grabbed your clothes and the remainder of your belongings. The two of you messily threw the items into any spare box you could find and as you brought them out to the front porch, one of the guys would grab it and load it into the car. You had the last box in your arms and when you stepped outside you spotted John’s car pulling into the driveway. Natasha walked out from behind you, taking the box from you, but you kept your eyes on John.

He jumped out of his truck, angry, and marched over, “What the hell are you doing!?”

“I got all my stuff.” You replied firmly. John stormed up to you, but before he even got close the guys stepped in front of you.

John motioned to them, “Who are these people?!”

“My roommates.” You answered.

“Roommates??” John cried out in surprise, “These four men are your roommates?”

Sam crossed his arms, “Yeah, we are.”

Natasha turned to the guys, “The TV in the living room. The big flat screen? [Name] paid for that. Go get it.”

You hadn’t planned on taking it. You just wanted what you needed and wanted to get out. Clint clapped his hands once and Peter held up two thumbs up while they jogged inside to follow instructions. John glared at Natasha, “You—”

“Fuck off, Walker.” Natasha flipped him off and walked inside for God knows what.

Sam and Bucky stayed a step forward on either side of you. Both had their arms crossed tightly over their chests. It was almost comical, and you probably would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the fact that John was glaring at you right now.

He shook his head, “Come home, babe. I’m not going to let you live with these assholes.”

Sam snorted and you stepped past your friends to settle your own glare on the man in front of you, “They’re not assholes. They’re my friends—no, my family, and I love them.” John scoffed, but you didn’t stop. “They’ve been better to me these last five weeks than you were to me in the last three years. John, I—” You sucked in a sharp breath. “I thought I was gonna marry you. Spend the rest of my life with you and I cannot tell you how happy I am to find out I was wrong.” You shook your head. “Lose my number, John.”

You turned on your heel to walk back to the car and wait for your friends for the TV, but a large hand grabbed your bicep roughly and yanked you back. A yelp of pain and surprise slipped from your lips, but it was short lived. Suddenly, his arm was off you and you were hidden behind Sam who held his arm out protectively. Bucky on the other hand had John’s arm locked behind him and bent in a painful position. John was grimacing and clenching his teeth.

“Touch her again,” Bucky growled, “And I’ll rip your damn arm off, Walker.”

John cursed and Bucky shoved him forward, so he landed on the grass. Clint and Peter came out of the house carefully carrying a TV between them while Natasha had another box of stuff in her arms. They loaded the items in the car while Sam and Bucky began to herd you toward the car. Bucky kept his arm around you.

“Fucking whore.” John spat out from behind you.

You glanced over your shoulder just in time to watch Sam whip around and deck John in the face. He crumpled to the ground while Sam just rubbed his knuckles. Bucky continued to lead you to the car and this time, after he helped you into the passenger seat, he got behind the steering wheel.

He drove away from the curb and nothing was said until the car got to the end of the street. Clint let out a low whistle, “Well, that guy was a fucking douchebag, but at least we got a nice TV now.”

You were the first one to begin to laugh and once you broke that barrier then the others began to laugh as well until the entire car was in an uproar. John Walker was a speed bump in your rearview mirror and you had never been so thankful for the people you had in your life now.

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kimhargreeves · 2 years ago

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My Mate-Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Your team has to find a way to save Rockets life. New enemies appear and sovereign being known as Adam Warlock is entranced by you. How will he react when he meets you?

(Wrote an Adam Warlock one shot a long time ago, but wanted to write an official one with Will Poulter as Adam this time. Hope it's good and I apologize if it seemed rushed and credits for the person who made the gif. Also I'm laughing at the haters who now love Will Poulter and made fun of my crush on him long ago.)

I was taking down a couple of Christmas lights that were still being clung to the ceiling to one of the buildings, a party we had thrown Peter a few weeks with the help of everyone. Though I do wish Peter would've helped, I went to see him but saw him drunk with plenty of bottles scattered around him.

"Mantis, do you think you can wake Peter up?" I call out to her.

"I'll try my best, I'll ask Nebula to help him wake up." Mantis began to search for Nebula and watched them together enter where Peter was. Groot was nearby helping Rocket with a couple of things.

I stopped what I was doing and could feel something wasn't right. Looking around I noticed no one was around and in an instant I felt a gush of wind and the sound of a broken window. I fell back but regained my posture and I looked above and saw Rocket being taken away.

"Rocket!" I cry out when I see Rocket with his eyes closed now.

I began to climb up a couple of stairs and tried reaching at whoever suddenly came to kidnap Rocket from us. I continued to run through the roofs and could hear see below me, Nebule and Groot trying stopping him but he kept avoiding our attacks at first. I grabbed hold of my sword and started walking quickly towards a tall man in red and golden armor.

"Hey! Golden boy!" I shout raising my sword towards him not planning on sparing him if he were to harm Rocket in about way.

The man furrows his eyebrows together continue to hold the raccoon. I hear quick footsteps approach me and look back to see Peter and Nebula.

"You want the easy or hard way, buddy?" Peter says holding onto his blasters.

The tall man in front of me finally speaks. "Who is she?" I ask the man asks continuing to look at me.

Everyone looks around not knowing who he is referring to. "What?"

"Her. That woman next to you." My eyes widen when I see the tall man pointing at me.

"What the hell is he talking about?" Nebula says glaring at him and standing in front of me with Peter.

Peter seemed uneasy and takes his fighting position, "Look man, just go back to where you came from-"

"Every since I was released from the cocoon I've been having strange feelings, confusion and loneliness being the most effective. Now I realize what I need, You."

My eyes widen being surprised at what he's saying and seeing Peter turn to glance back at me with a weird expression.

"You're not making any sense man." He tells the sovereign. "(Y/N), sneak out as fast as you can." Peter mutters under his breath.

"I've been so lonely, I only desire to be with my mate. That human is pleasant to my eyes. Thus I choose her." He says looking at me.

"Whoa whoa I make my own decisions with who I decide to stay or leave. I barely know you!" I exclaim yet can't help the blush spread across my face.

Peter continues to try and block me from him. "Ayesha must've sent this himbo. Alright! You can have her only if you leave." Peter makes a face and see Nebula shaking her head.

"You are not going to put her at bait." She warns him.

"I have a plan.."

"Some of your plans don't work out Peter!"

"I have a right in all of this. And you!" I pushed right last Peter and stepped closer to the tall golden man. "Kidnapping is not okay, especially if you plan on taking something that doesn't belong to you." I point and felt Nebula pulling my arm so I can step back.

We stared at the man who seemed confused and stayed silent for a couple of seconds. "I can't?"

I sigh loudly and face palmed myself. "Are you serious?!"

The man now seemed completely taken back, almost on the verge of tears at my sudden raise of voice. "I was taken out of my cocoon early." Is all he says.

The man seems like a being built like no other species has. He's clearly Ayesha's son. He looks like a god, tall, muscular and seems threatening..but he's…kinda dumb. I tilt my head wondering how he acts looks completely to how menacing he could look to others. For the short while I've see him he acts child like, irrational not knowing exactly what to say or do..

"He's an asshole, that's what he is." Peter says interrupting my thoughts, he now steps forward with me. "Hand us our friend over." Peter says when the man held onto Rocket.

"Alright, we already gave him a warning." The three of us began to fight him, or attempted to since he was too strong for us, Groot also tried to but got cut with only his head remaining. Nebula was quickly thrown to the ground and beaten with only Peter remaining trying to fight back.

I threw Peter my sword so he would continue the fight and I quickly was about run to Mantis's side when I heard her cry until I was tripped and quickly caught myself and saw the man standing back in front of me.

I positioned my fists up ready to fight him back. "I won't go easy on you." I threw the first punch, punching the side of his face, then was about to do it again but he began avoiding it, not fighting back at me.

I groaned angrily and tried to hit him but he would avoid me. "Quit dodging me and fight!" I shouted at him when all he did was simply trip me again. I glare at him and quickly got to my feet.

"You really are a strange man."

"Thank you." He said almost smiling.

"That wasn't a compliment." I bluntly tell him

"My name is Adam if you are wondering."

"I don't care. You hurt my friend." I managed to hit him again and quickly Peter came to my side and began to help me defeat Adam but we were unsuccessful and he left.

Time is quickly running out for us. We've been in search of the High Evolutionary, our friend Rocket is fighting for his life. We had arrived to counter earth and I was guarding the shop with Gamora, well new Gamora from the different timeline.

"I missed you, you know." Was the first thing I said, unsure of what to say since the silence was a bit awkward. I awkwardly adjusted my blue suit and started playing with the sleeves.

"I don't know who you are." Gamora replied glancing back at me.

I decided to say nothing more and crossed my arms over my chest. We used to be an amazing team with her, if it weren't for Thanos past Gamora would still be with us.

"Hey..look." both of us stood up and when we did the ground began to shake. I ran closer to inspect outside and saw that the planet was blowing itself up. This was all planned then. Everyone will die here.

"Gamora, I need you to try and contact either Peter or Drax."

"Hey! Where are you going?!" She shouted when she saw me running outside of the Bowie.

"Trying to save any one I can!" I continued to run outside and saw many of counter Earth's citizens running for their lives, others unfortunately died in the fire. Some of them recognized me of when we landed and began to follow me when I began to motion for them to follow me.

"No where the hell is Mantis and Drax?!" I ask myself and panting while continuing to run.

Another loud and huge explosion happened and I watched the High Evolutionary's ship now beginning to ascend. That's where Peter is! I began to run now faster when the ground beneath my feet started to shake.

"Shit!" I cursed now running faster towards the ship again, I nearly fell when the ground started to crack and fall down. Damn it in not gonna make it!

I continued to run until I didn't feel my feet on the ground, I slipped down and I reached my hands out and tried holding onto the ground above me tight. I cried out and tried pulling myself up but the ground continued to shake and I slipped again. I closed my eyes tight and was prepared to die.

Only that I didn't fall. Well, I did fall but I didn't hit my head as hard as I thought. I opened my eyes slowly and found myself inside Peter's ship, I looked to my side and saw a small creature, a Blurp wagging itself and his what I assume owner now fainted by my feet.

"Adam?" I stared down at him surprised and I reached carefully down and poked him. He's unconscious. So he's the one who saved me.

I jumped in my spot when I heard Gamora cursing and she appeared in front of me. "Where were you?! Never mind help me get him up, I'm going to tie him up."

Gamora walked past me and made it to Adams side. "Now!" She ordered. If I were to disobey her we would have a fight, so I did as she said and helped Gamora tie Adam down. The small Blurp had peed when Gamora shouted at it and felt safe with Adam so it stayed with him while Gamora and I went back to control the ship.

The Guardians of the Galaxy and I were safe, everyone of us survived though mostly disbanded. The High Evolutionary was now dead for all the suffering he placed on innocent animals. Knowhere was now a refuge for people in need. Gamora went back with the Ravagers…Mantis left to discover herself..and Peter left back for Earth.

Drax and Nebula would look after the many experimented children we rescued on the enemies ship. They would make sure they would find a home and look after Knowhere and the rest of it's citizens.

I felt like staying. I wanted to continued helping people, so I stayed with the original Guardians. Rocket and Groot.

Now we had a new members, new Guardians to protect the planet. Kraglin, Cosmo, Phyla Vell and Adam Warlock with his pet Blurp.

I zipped up my suit and got myself comfortable sitting next to Adam. "I never properly thanked you for saving back then." I said nudging him and saw him tense up.

"N-No problem, (Y/N). Glad I can finally be of proper help. I apologize for calling you..my mate." He muttered the last bit and seemed embarrassed by it not scratching his golden hair

I giggle and smiled looking at him. "It was weird but adorable of you to stay that." I reached down and scratched Blurps head and saw it scratching itself with it's back paws.

"We should hang out more often. I know of a place that makes delicious meals, Kraglin and Cosmo recommended it to me. I'll even teach you good songs to listen to, every great 80's and old songs Peter and I used to listen."

"Hang out? Like the t-two of us or the whole team?" Who knew I could have a god stuttering over a simple thing.

I shrugged my shoulders and saw Blurp raving over to Adam and sitting itself over his lap. "I would like to know more about you, so yes, only the two of us should hang out. I don't think our Captain would mind."

I raised my voice and saw Rocket holding onto his gun and turning back to look at us. "Whatever love birds. You can do whatever you want with each other after we finish this mission."

"I am Groot."

"I know it'll just be a date. Why you gotta mention that?!" Rocket said looking up at his partner.

Adam and I stood back up and I reached up to grab his shoulder and felt himself tense back up and shiver. "You're invited to join us next time. So, Adam…"

I turn to look up at him and smiled, "Ready for our date after this?

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock x you #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg vol 3 #peter quill #gamora #drax the father #mantis #will poulter

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messymindpalace · 2 years ago

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Attention everyone:

For the next several days this is going to be a blog dedicated to the most beloved galaxy found family aka The Guardians of The Galaxy.

Thank you for your attention.

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countrymusiclover · 1 year ago

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Part 2

Part 3

His Sky

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“How could you not tell us you basically had a girlfriend?” Peter asked the raccoon beside him while they were reaching the place where Y/n was being held.

Rocket grumbled. “Because I wanted to forget what happened there. I left her there to die!”

“But why didn’t you say anything even though you clearly hoped she’s still alive?” Quill pressed on further.

Rocket wished he would stop asking the same question. “I didn’t say anything you idiot because I freaking loved her and it wasn’t like I could go back and save her!”

“Then why are you bothering to possibly save a dead squirrel?” Gamora sent him a distant look.

He glanced back at her. “Because I’m going to save my friends that risked their lives for me. Because they are my family.”

“Sounds like a death wish to me.” She mumbled back.

Peter turned around in his chair looking at his ex-girlfriend who didn’t remember ever caring about any of them now. “Can you just try and be sympathetic here? I mean I know that you don’t remember us or me. But he is my friend and he actually cares about someone other than himself.”

“Thinking someone might be alive isn’t worth dying over in my opinion.” Gamora leans forward in her chair snapping to him. “And what the hell do you mean she is your sky. The sky can’t be a person.”

Rocket hit his hand on the chair spinning around after putting the ship on autopilot so he could talk with his former green friend. “When I was young and stupid my friends and I thought that we would see the sky in the new world. Until it was all ripped away from us. So I call her my sky cause she’s the only possible light I have left from the past I wish I could forget.”

Sitting inside my cell I didn’t like waiting for Rocket to come back. It felt like an eternity before a guard brought him back down and he threw him inside his cell. Scrambling to my feet I reached through the bars as much as I could wishing I could touch him. “Rocket!”

“I’m okay, Y/n….you we’re right they are going to kill us.” He got to his feet with his ears dropping when he stared at me and our friends. “They’re not settling us free. They want to kill us all in the morning. But I’m gonna fix it.”

Teefs spoke up. “But High Evolutionary said that we would go to the new world.”

“That we would see sky.” Floor added on.

Lylla came over to her cell wall. "Rocket, he must be lying."

"He's not, Lylla." I spat at her feeling a nervous pit in my stomach. "Rock, what do we do?"

He began rummaging around some stuff on the ground until he made something that looks like a key card. "Down that hallway there are ships. I can pilot one and get us out of here." He swiped the card down the lock where it made electric shocks opening the door for him.

"You did it." Lylla gasped with relief.

Rushing forward towards the door of my cell Rocket undid my door lock where I fling my arms around his neck in our first ever hug. "Rock!"

"Y/n….we have to hurry." He nuzzles me in my neck with his arms tightly around my waist before he lightly broke the embrace.

He unlocked Lylla's cage and they embraced happily too. She broke the hug but her sentence gets cut off when I gasped seeing a bullet go into her back. "It really is good to have-"

"You bastard!" I cursed seeing the High Evolutionary holding a gun.

Lylla collapsed on her back mumbling her final word. “Sky.”

Clutching my hands into fists as my sides I ran forward where he raised his gun but I tackled him where he dropped it on the ground. “No!” Rocket began sobbing uncontrollably while I threw punches at the man who created us until he managed to grab me and launched me across the room with me slamming into the metal cages.

“Urgh…The only thing I need from both of you is your brains!” High evolutionary responded by getting to his feet reaching for his gun. “Remember to avoid their brains when you take your shots.”

Forcing myself to my feet I saw the key card Rocket had dropped so I quickly ran forward unlocking Floor and Teefs cell doors. Rocket tackled the guy again when our creator attempted to shoot at me. “Leave her alone!” Rocket kept clawing at his face over and over drawing blood all over where he basically didn’t have a face because of his claws.

“Rocket, we have to go.” I wanted him to see the door open revealing two guards with guns.

Teefs called out to our friend. “Rocket, please. Rocket!”

“Rocket, Teefs , Floor and Y/n go now. Rocket, Teefs, Floor and Y/n go now!” Floor said over and over in a repeated moment of terror.

Rocket finally noticed the guards snatching up the gun and killing the two guards that were shooting at us. Whipping my head around we both started crying heavily seeing both our other friends had been killed by their bullets. “I…they’re gone…I want to kill him.” I sniffed through heavy tears.

“We have to go, Y/n.” Rocket reached down grasping my hand in his before we both started running through the building. I could see the guards blasting at us when Rocket jumped up into the ship starting the pilot controls.

Jumping up, almost landing inside the ship with him I screamed feeling something sharp hit me in my left leg. Collapsing onto the cold ground I hold my bleeding leg. “Ah!”

“Y/n, Hang on.” Rocket began to get out of the ship.

Snapping back at him I felt heavy tears hearing some of the guards coming closer to me. “Rock, no. You have to go or they’ll kill you too.”

“I won’t leave you, Y/n.” He croaked through tears falling down his face.

Holding my bleeding foot I shook my head fighting the urge to get to my feet and try to run to him. But if I did they would kill me too. “Rocket…you have to go. One of us has to live. You have to go see sky for all of us…I love you now go!”

“I….” He couldn’t form the words so he just started the ship back up and blasted off the second the guards surrounded me.

Rocket, Quill and Gamora had made it onto the ship planning to rescue their other friends. Until the others had found them with Nebula declaring to the group. “There’s kids here. We can’t just leave them.”

“Drax can communicate with them.” Mantis responds to them.

Gamora snapped, not caring. “Look, we came to save you and that’s it.”

“They will all die if we don’t help them!” Nebula fought back against her sister’s words.

Peter shrugged his shoulders not liking the plan. “But we can’t face them. Besides, we've been running our whole lives. What makes this any different?”

“Pete…” Rocket glanced up to his best friend before he heard a scream he recognized well.

“Rocket!”

He cocked his blaster in his hands, running straight towards the doors needing to find the girl he cared about and save her this hell hole. “I’m done running.”

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eternalslover · 2 years ago

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Peter, Gamora, Mantis and Nebula>>>>>

i know you've already done this with the avengers but could you possbily do how the gurdains react when someone filrts with their S/O? (With nebula added if you don't mind?

Thanks for the request!

Pairing: Guardians of the Galaxy X neutral reader

Warning: angst, fluff

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GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY REACTING TO SOMEONE FLIRTING WITH YOU:

PETER

Peter would be soooo jealous, and he isn't even remotely good at hiding it. "Excuse me, can you stop flirting with y/n?" He ironically asks and the man who's talking to you chuckles. "Tell your friend to back up, love." He says and you raise an eyebrow. "Well, actually--" you can't even finish because Peter pushes him. "It's boyfriend, and walk away or else I'll be forced to use my guns to make you understand boundaries." He says, his hand on his gun folders and his eyes stuck into the men's. He nods and raises his hands while leaving. You look at your boyfriend. "Babe, you're so tragic." You fool him around and he softly caresses your hip. "It's amusing," He says and you frown, he smiles. "Just the fact that people think they can be as lucky as I am to have you."

ROCKET

Rocket would be bothered but uninterested. He knows he can trust you, but he has something to say anyway. "Baby, is this dumbass bothering you?" He asks while looking directly at you. The person who's flirting with you gasps. "What the fuck? I'm talking to y/n, go away." Rocket rolls his eyes. "Here it is, another idiot who thinks that can have a chance with you." He says, always talking to you and never to the person who's standing there. You chuckle, trying to hold back a laugh while the person curses. "Fuck it, you're totally not worth it." They say while going away. Rocket looks at you with a smirk. "What a douche, you're totally worth it instead."

DRAX

Drax would mostly staring from far away, trying to understand why is someone being so touchy with you. He would do his best to keep calm, obviously failing. "Okay, enough playing." He finally says while walking to you and looking at the man who's flirting with you. He frowns. "I was just--" he tries to say, but Drax stops him. "We don't care, leave." He threateningly says and the man immediately gasps and leave. You smile at him. "Was it necessary?" You ask and he shrugs, his hand caressing your cheek. "Was it not?"

GROOT

Groot would naively think that the person who's flirting with you wants to be your friend, at the beginning. Anyway, as soon as he notices that you're getting uncomfortable, he immediately walks to you. "I am Groot." He says and the man raises an eyebrow. "What did he say?" He asks and you slightly smile. "That you should not be so close to me." You translate and the man laughs. "Ah! A tree telling me what to do!" He mocks him and you get nervous. "Okay, I agree with him, anyway." You say and Groot nods. "I am Groot." He says and the man raises an eyebrow. You puff. "He said you should leave and I think so too." You conclude and he walks away while puffing. You look at Groot. "Thank you." You say and he softly smiles at you.

GAMORA

Gamora would be so pissed off. She isn't exactly jealous, but she tends to be so protective of you. When she sees someone flirting with you, she always thinks that she wants to throw hands at them. She lets you handle the situation, unless someone becomes too intrusive. "Hey, clearly y/n isn't interested and I think you should leave now." She suggests and puts a hand on your hip, to make the person understand that you're her partner. The girl who was flirting with you frowns. "Oh okay, I wasn't even flirting but bye anyway." She lies and Gamora rolls her eyes while watching her leave. "What a liar, but I totally understand her: you look stunning." She compliments and you smile at her.

MANTIS

Mantis would totally be too shy and insecure to say something. She instantly gets jealous and sad but she lets you taking care of the situation. "What happened?" She asks as soon as you're back to her, you shrug. "Nothing, she asked me out." You say, staying chill. She nods and looks away. "Uhm, okay." She says with a lovely pout, you smile at her. "I obviously told her that I'm not interested." You say while brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. She smiles. "Really?" She asks, her face lighting up. You nod. "I have you, I'm more than okay." You reassure her and she hugs you.

BONUS + YONDU

Yondu would totally want to handle the situation himself. "Boy, are you flirting with y/n?" He asks while looking at the boy, he shrugs. "What you gonna do about it?" He challenges him and he whistles, his arrow immediately coming to him. The boy tenses up while Yondu smiles. "You have two chances now: you leave or you meet my best friend, this lovely creature." He says while making the arrow float around his head. The boy swallows his own saliva before leaving without further words. You shake your head. "You terrorised him." You joke and Yondu shrugs. "That was the whole point, Kid."

BONUS + NEBULA

Nebula would get mad to the point of wanting to kill that person. She is extremely protective and also kinda territorial. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" She asks, he hand already on the hilt of her sword. You look at her, reassuring that everything is okay with just one look. The girl who was flirting with you raises an eyebrow. "Woah, calm down, I'm leaving." She immediately says and Nebula looks at her, still quite nervous. You caress her cheek. "Baby, it's okay, I was already sending her away." You softly say and she finally relaxes at your touch, her eyes stuck into yours.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 2 years ago

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Listen, i have way more Peter Quill ideas if you’ll allow me-

Can we get one where the reader is super horny for Peter but she doesn’t really want to say anything because they keep getting interrupted by the other guardians (like Mantis, Rocket or Groot needing something) and it happens multiple times until the reader just pushes Peter aside and they start making out. 😂

It can be full smut or just end wherever you want it I’m not picky…but i wouldn’t turn down smut👀 it can also be gender neutral i don’t care, thanks Love! 💖

~Bear🐻

hii again sweetheart!! of course, send them in at anytime:) love love it, I was nice I wrote smut🤭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

storage room rendezvous

Peter Quill x f reader

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Being confined to the Bowie during long-haul missions often meant there wasn't much space or privacy, never having the luxury of a moment's silence without getting interrupted by one of the other guardians. You and Peter had recently started dating, so the amount of need you had for him was unbearable. You wanted him all the time.

Rocket had to do an emergency landing on some random planet, twenty-something jump points away from Knowhere so he could tinker. So that left you and the rest of the crew stranded on the ship until the issue resolved.

Waltzing your way over to the front of the ship, hands cutely laced together as you joined Quill in the captain seat, sitting across his lap. "Whatcha doing?" you question, making yourself comfortable.

"Taking my seat before Rocket gets back," he chuckles, placing his hand on your thigh, adjusting you as he pulls you closer. "He ain't gonna like it," grinning at the thought. "What's up?" he asks, kissing your shoulder.

"Bored," you say slowly, your tone speckled with suggestion.

"Bored, huh?" he repeats, his tone matching yours. "What'd ya wanna do?" he asks, already knowing what you're thinking, waiting for you to admit it.

"I did have one idea..." you hint, lightly trailing down his chest. "Oh, god!" you jump, lowering your face to the nape of Peter's neck. "Don't do that."

"What?" Quill questions, his eyes concerned as he follows your initial gaze. "God, Drax. How long you been there?"

"Since we landed," Drax responds matter-of-factly, pulling a rustly bag from his pocket.

"That was an hour ago." You chime in, poking your head up to look at him.

Shrugging simply. "Yeah... Zarg-Nut?" He offers, shaking the bag between you both.

Quill extends his hand over the back of the seat, cupping his palm towards Drax. "What?" he chuckles at your displeased expression, shoving a handful of the dried snack into his mouth. "I'm hungry."

"You are unbelievable," you playfully scoff, avoiding his green eyes.

"Hi, guys." The soft voice of Mantis appears next to Drax. "Oh, can I have one?" She asks, nodding to the bag in his hand.

"They're all gone," Drax replies before pouring the contents into his mouth.

"I am Groot."

"Okay!" you say finally, clapping your hands together once. You loosen from Peter's grip as you stand up, lacing your hand into his as you lead him away from the group. "Come with me."

"Where we going?" Quill questions, following after you, his hand gripped into yours.

"Shut up," you whisper, leading him through the corridors as you search for a suitable storage room.

"You want me, don't ya?" he smugly asks, briskly walking to catch up with your long strides.

Poking your head through door gaps. "Yeah, now shut-up,"

He playfully chuckles, his tone full of assurance. "Knew it," snickering.

"Here's one," you mouth, dragging Peter into the empty room, forcefully shutting the door behind him.

You immediately attach your lips to his, ravenous and starved, desperately tugging at his t-shirt. He separates, his head hung low as he assesses your eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa... ain't even locked the door." He smirks, reaching behind to twist the lock.

Quill loved when you needed him, loved seeing you desperate. He loved when you were verbal, telling him what you wanted, but not right now. He wanted the control and leadership he craved.

He lightly trails his hand up your throat, grazing higher before cupping around your jaw, grasping the side of your face to bring you in. He instantly clashes his hungry mouth with yours, rolling and licking over your soft lips while his other hand travels behind your head to pull you closer. The need grows more urgent as his hands roam you, loosening the grip on your jaw to travel down to your throat. He holds it as he controls and deepens the kiss, pushing you back up and against the wall.

"What do you want?" he breathlessly asks against your lips, a wry grin looming.

"You," you shakily reply, snaking your hands around his back, gripping the hem of his tee.

"Yeah?" he softy whispers, entertaining you.

He slips his hand under your ass, cupping over the cheeks as he manhandles you, eagerly kneading the doughy flesh between his fingers.

Sliding his palms up, they rest and clasp around your waist, kissing you in desperation as he squeezes you, grinding his clothed groin into yours.

He picks you up, holding you under your thighs as he walks you over to the stacked storage containers in the corner, placing you down atop them. His fingers snake into your waistband, immediately palming over your wet pussy, teasing your clit as his spare hand slides into his waistband. Lightly gripping his hardened cock and pulling himself out of his pants, firmly stroking up the length.

You eagerly squirm out of your pants, letting them slide down your thighs and hang around your boots, draping from your ankles as you wrap your knees around his hips, bringing him closer. He yanks down his pants and boxers before sliding his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal around his shaft. "Fuck," he mutters at the contact, momentarily throwing his neck back.

He spits in his palm, rubbing the saliva over his veins to lube himself up as he adjusts you, bringing your hips forward. He pushes his head through your folds, slipping through the slick flesh as you both watch in anticipation. Needy whimpers fill the dingy room.

Gripping at his base, he eases into you. Slowly sliding his tip in as he attaches his mouth to yours, catching and muffling your initial moan. His hands graze up your back, holding you close as he sinks further into you, melting around his every inch. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, whining and mumbling against his warm skin as you adjust to his girth, clutching at his biceps. "Oh, God," muttering, his eyes screwing shut.

He kisses the side of your neck, lightly nibbling and suckling the skin as he slides in and out of you, moulding around him as he fucks into you. Completely filling you with every hasty wind of his hips, rolling into you as he chases after the high.

He grows desperate and demanding as he pushes into you. Massaging inside you, rubbing over your g-spot with the upper side of his cock, fucking into the areas you needed. He finally attaches his lips to yours, swallowing your open moans and whimpers as he groans into your mouth. Slipping in his tongue every once in a while.

You felt the overwhelming build of the high consume you, aimlessly whining against his lips as you felt yourself get closer. You convulse around him, sucking him in further in with every jolt.

"Can I come in you?" he shakily asks, resting his forehead against yours. "Please- fuck," he mutters, closing his eyes like he's holding himself off.

You eagerly nod, wrapping your legs tighter around him, crossing your ankles as you keep him glued to you. Desperately clawing at his back as you let go. Quill pulsates for the final time before spilling his load deep into you, senselessly whimpering in one another's mouth as you both reach your long-awaited release. The room full of hot shaky moans.

He gingerly drags himself from you, watching the connecting strings of his cum as he pulls out. He bends to the floor, pulling up his pants before doing the same with yours, holding your hand as he helps you down from the containers. Keeping you balanced, chuckling at your stumbly footing.

"I'll uh... I'll, um," you stutter, momentarily closing your eyes as you think of the words. "I'll join you out there in a few minutes... don't make it obvious," you grin, reaching up to kiss him tenderly, playfully slapping his ass as he turns away.

Turning around with a faux displeased expression, head cocking. "I'll tell 'em," he warns with a raised brow and boyish smirk. "Don't think I won't..." teasing you.

Grinning with raised hands as if to symbolise your innocence. "I'll see you in two minutes... Quial."

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bellalaufeyson69 · 2 years ago

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Peter Quill x Reader

Enemies to lovers (sort of)

Breakfast

(Spoiler if reading this next sentence! Takes place after GOTG and before GOTG3. Gamora is with the Ravagers and is no longer with Peter in any way. Also meaning that as confirmed by James Gunn, we the reader can understand what Groot says because we’ve been with him so long 🥹)

Description: Quill and Yn hardly ever get along and it’s gotten on everyone’s nerves. Nebula comes up with a solution to the problem by making them spend time together in hopes of working out the differences.

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Rays of sunlight burst through the wide front windows of the Milano as the team sat around the table waiting for Groot to finish the breakfast. We all took a straw from a hat daily to see who had the duty, though when any one of us pulled the straw and saw it said groot, we’d discretely pretended it said someone else’s name. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust him to be a good cook, it was just that he can get a little… distracted.

“What day is it today?” The tree pondered, looking over to Mantis awaiting an answer all the while completely unaware that a twig from his arm has now caught fire from the stove.

I was quick to catch this and jumped from my spot to put it out, though as I ran to help him I came crashing into a tall, decently sweaty Peter. “Common Quill!” I hissed before turning back to Groot only to be halted by his annoying voice.

“Oh like that was my fault,” he complained throwing his hands in the air and looking to the team for reassurance yet getting none as they tended to zone Peter and I’s arguments out.

“Maybe if you payed any attention to anything you ever do!” I snapped turning back to face him feeling a rise of irritation come over me causing me to completely forget why I’d even got up in the first place. “Also, you’re disgusting. We have showers for a reason, you literally soaked my arm in your nasty sweat,” I made a disturbed expression whilst wiping the warm wet liquid onto my pants.

He scoffed with an eye roll while taking a glance at the ceiling. “Im sorry if I get a little sweaty when I work out, it’s natural, and I was going to take a shower, not that it’s any of your business; after we ate breakfast.”

“How convenient, so we can all join together and eat while inhaling your B.O.”

“Oh would you two please just shut up! I’m sick of all the incessant bickering you make me want to rip my ears off,” Nebula intruded from beside Groot. She and Rocket had been busy helping Groot put out the small flame that Peter and I had long forgotten about. “You’ve been irritating because Gamora’s gone, and you’ve been a living-breathing brat ever since you failed the last mission,” she called out our behavior almost in a motherly way. She’s been weirdly diplomatic when dealing with us instead of just telling us to go yell at each other somewhere else.

With a huff I went back to my seat and sank in the chair feeling a tinge of embarrassment overwhelm me at the memory of that last mission. I had never failed before, and this time put everyone at danger because I couldn’t control my emotions and attacked a guard too soon. I got a lecture about it from pretty much everyone except Mantis and Groot. That experience definitely hurt my pride quite a lot, so sometimes I might have a little extra sass to try and build it back up. “At least mines a real reason to be acting like a jerk,” Peter mumbled while sitting down in the seat farthest from me.

I snickered to myself at his comment. Sometimes he can be a real idiot. “You realize you called yourself a jerk too right? Nice one Einstein.” I clapped back not willing to let him win this argument, or really any in the future. Peter Quill just always has to be the leader, the cool guy, always right. Not when it comes to me.

“That’s it!” Nebula shouted in pure aggravation. She stomped over to the both of us and grabbed one of our arms with a decent strength considering she’s part bot. “You two are on breakfast duty, and if I hear you argue once while doing it then you’re both gonna be stuck cleaning the engine for two months,” she snapped, shoving us both toward the fridge. We often all had chores to do but we made it fun by having a spin wheel to see who has to do what. Cleaning the engine was always the worst one, but what made it easier was knowing you only had to do it once and then you could spin the wheel next chore week.

“Who said you were in charge? I think you’re forgetting this is MY ship,” Peter defended while crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” I added confidently. Who the heck is Nebula to tell us what to do.

“Nah I agree with that. You two are the most annoying a-holes I’ve ever had to share a space with. Mantis and Drax don’t even argue as much as you do,” Rocket chimed in matter of factly.

“It is true! I would much rather sit and listen to Mantis’s pathetic stories than hear you two fight anymore,” Drax said as he stood tall and serious.

Mantis glanced over to him with a bubbly smile. “Awhh thank you!”

“You are welcome idiot,” Drax replied with a pleasant smile. In his mind he was being respectful, and Mantis didn’t know any better.

Nebula turned her head back to us with an expression as of saying ‘that’s what I thought’. “So it’s settled. You two are gonna work this stupid stuff out, and if we hear so much as a bad tone, then you get stuck with Engine duty,”

We’d both surfaced a similar response between grumbles and eye rolls, yet had no choice but to accept our fate. Majority rules is how this ship functions, which was a feature I loved when it was in regard to someone else. Soon the rest of the group piled out, rocket on his way out mumbled on about how we’d better be quick. I gave a short glance to Peter which was a mistake as he’d so very annoyingly been standing there sifting through songs his Walkman and earbuds. Of course he’d tune me out, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just stood here the whole time too.

I started gathering some of ingredients and pans we’d need, already feeling angry at the fact that he hadn’t even attempted to move to help me. This was a clear indicator that my assumption of his laziness was likely going to be right. I semi aggressively dropped down the container of bacon onto the counter letting my current mood take the control of my motion. I grabbed the unused pan and placed it down and began putting strips of bacon on it. “You’re doing that wrong,” Peter softly mentioned. He seemed tired, I wasn’t sure if it was tired of the arguing or just in general but the tone definitely helped ease my anger a little bit.

With a huff I turned to look over at him and was surprised to find him standing so close, hovering just inches from my frame looking down at the pan, then making eye contact with me. His expression was blank, and calm which confused me. “I’m putting the strips out, how else am I supposed to do it?” I felt my brow still furrowed down in the looming frustration I felt before. We always fight, and one of us always takes it too far, those are times that make it hard to ever not be annoyed at the man’s presence.

He took an earbud out and let it hang by the cord before stepping closer until his body was pressed against my side. I stayed long enough to feel his warmth until I realize the normal thing to do would be to step out of his way, so that I did. Part of me wished he’d do it again, that he’d give me an excuse to accept his embrace. If I hate him so much why did that little ounce of intimacy feel so nice? A confusing mix of emotions. “You don’t put them all at once only do half so they cook more evenly,” he explained whilst taking off some of the already placed bacon. “Also put them folded like this so that- F*CK! AGH!” He’d instantly jumped back from the grizzling pan holding his hand in pain. “Stupid grease, ow!” He complained to the pan as if it were alive which made me laugh quite a lot. The whole scene was funny really.

I hadn’t noticed that through my laughing he’d been looking at me smiling ever so slightly, until I caught him, in which he looked back at the pan. “Are you alright there captain?” I amusingly teased his super strong title, while instinctively placing a caring hand on his shoulder with a soft rub. The moment I placed it I felt the mortified realization of my actions and ripped my hand back off. Too embarrassed to comment on it I’d redirected my focus to making eggs in the other pan hoping he wouldn’t mention it.

I cooked in silence for a little while until I felt as if I was being watched. Hesitantly I turned my gaze to Peter and surely enough was met with him staring right back at me. He looked to be deep in thought until I caught him when his lips curled into an arrogant grin. “Oh no no no, are you kidding me? You’re tellin’ me you can’t even cook eggs either? What can you do?” He provoked in amusement making me roll my eyes.

I waved my hands in the air in defeat. “Fine! You do it yourself then.” I stepped aside from the counter and began to walk away until I felt a warm hand take a light grip on my forearm and pull me backward. I stumbled back to my position in front of the pan where Peter was beside me holding my arm.

“Relax,” he soothed while slowly inching closer, it almost seemed like he was hoping his movements were slow enough for me not to notice. “You’re not gonna get any better with that attitude,” he continued, his hands slowly brushing my hips while I was too distracted listening to what he was saying. He moved cautiously almost trying to catch me in the distraction. “So much attitude all the time,”

I scoffed at his comment. “Attitude? I don’t have attitude, you’re the one who’s always moping around making little comments at everything.” his fingers now wrapped around my waist as he stood behind me, his breath tickling my shoulder.

“Let me show you,” he furthered, completely ignoring what I’d said and going on with his own point.

I’d attempted at pushing his hands off me. “No, I don’t need your help Peter,”

He stood there his grip strong as he looked down at me with a little ‘huh’. After the death glare I’d given he kindly explained the cause of the sound. “You called me Peter,” he pointed out with a grin.

I felt taken off guard at that comment and honestly a little flustered. I always made it a point to call him by his last name, I felt that first names were for people I respected. Why did that slip so easily? “I was just distracted…” I trailed avoiding his gaze and looking back to the pan. “Are we gonna cook the eggs or not?” I redirected the conversation away from the tension as I didn’t know how to react. My heart fluttered at his proximity but my mind reminds me of our dynamic. We’ve never got along let alone been close in this way.

He took my cue to move on and eagerly grabbed the spatula, handed it to me then paused and hesitantly slipped his hand on the back of my own. His other hand rested on my waist still as he guided the cooking. “It’s all about the wrist” he spoke softly.

I let out a breathe as I stood stiffly. I wasn’t sure what to do with this but I didn’t hate it. In fact it was quite the opposite. “This isn’t going to help you get over Gamora,” I bluntly stated without really thinking about it. I didn’t intend on being rude and my tone pushed that. Truth is that must’ve been an insecurity festered up. He’s a flirt and I can’t be his distraction.

He was silent for a moment but his position didn’t budge. “Why are you always so quick to push me away?” He quietly asked sincerely. He seemed hurt which was the last thing I expected from him. Was I reading our dynamic wrong? I couldn’t have been I mean we fight constantly.

“I don’t-“

“Don’t.” He interrupted. “Be real with me, just this one time,” he took the spatula from my hand and placed it on the table before grabbing the hand back again and bringing it to my waist to hold there. “What can I do to fix you and me?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that whatsoever because I didn’t know what that meant. You and me. As in no more arguing? As in becoming friends? As in something more? It doesn’t help that Peter is known for his flirting. “I-“ I sighed. “What do you mean?” I felt myself submitting to his touch as my body relaxed against his.

“Last weekend, we’re sitting on the couch. My arm was up around the top of it and if I moved it down just a little bit it would’ve literally been around your shoulder. Everything’s fine we’re all watching a movie, and I make a bad joke about your favorite character because I think it’s cute when you’re mad and you storm off cursing at me.” I couldn’t see the point he was pushing for but found myself blushing at the compliment. “Can’t you tell I do those things to get close to you? We don’t talk what so ever and the most I get from you is if I pull it out of you by making a dumb comment,” he explained his head now stooped closer to my shoulder, resting slightly against the side of my face and neck. “I know I can be childish, or a jerk but I don’t know what else to do when all I want to do is talk to you,”

“Oh really?” I perked up a little bit ready to make my point taking a step away from Peter. “What about the time we were here drinking and you made a comment about how I was ‘acting different to impress people’? How romantic,” I poked feeling his logic start to crumble.

He let out a huff. “You’re not remembering that the way I am and yeah I shouldn’t have said that but you spent the entire night all over that xandarian guy,” he expressed stepping forward to grab my hand and pull me back in. “You know how much I wanted to punch that dude straight in the jaw every time he touched you? Why should he get to kiss you?” He seemed to be getting offended just remembering the night, and honestly a little heated.

“Peter,” I softly tried to intercept.

“No, I’ve been here this entire time. For years it’s been me here with you, we go on missions, we’ve explored new planets, had ups and downs, and I have to sit there and watch some guy kiss you? Some guy who just came along that same day, put no effort into his relationship with you and got you,” he rambled on with pain in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him show that much emotion over someone since gamora. “It’s not fair,”

I felt horrible for not seeing this sooner. I couldn’t help but rethink everything but at the same time he definitely went about this in the wrong way to get my attention. He got it alright but it was never good. To me he was just constantly nitpicking me and all the things I liked and it drove me crazy. I guess that’s the fault in miscommunication. A lot of the stuff was pretty dumb to get genuinely mad at, often he’d just tease my favorite movies or comment on my fighting skills. Nonetheless in this moment I felt truly sad for him. “I didn’t know…” he was focused very intently on every word I said and I could just tell the anticipation anxiety was eating him up. In reality this was a confession of his feelings. “If I would’ve known…” I trialed off not wanting to press further as I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings.

“If you would’ve known then what?” He softly nudged me to continue. He took our interlocked hands and held it on his chest.

“I don’t know, things would’ve been different. I didn’t know that’s how you felt I just thought you hated me honestly,” I admitted awkwardly.

He exhaled with a frown. “I could never hate you, and that mission…“ he got softer watching my expression because he knew this topic was sore for me. “It didn’t matter to me that we failed, all I could think about was how I could’ve lost you,” he admitted keeping eye contact as he spoke. “I can’t lose anyone else, and I just miss what we used to be like.”

This confused me as what he’s referencing is our friendship back when he was with Gamora. Is he trying to say he wants to be friends or is he being romantic? He’s so hard to read sometimes, but his actions are telling me romance. Clearly he could see the confusion etched on my face because he clarified all my questions without ever having to hear them. “You know, how close we were. Cracking jokes, playing pranks on the rest of them,” he explained. “I want that. But… something a little different…” he seemed a little more awkward now like he didn’t know how to word what he felt.

“How different?” I asked feeling my heart pick up just a little bit. Perhaps MAYBE the reason I got so mad at everything Peter did was because MAYBE I valued his opinion, because MAYBE I was sort of always secretly into him.

He perked up at the question surprised I hadn’t shot it down right then and there. “Well,” he started while taking my hand and giving me a dramatic twirl. The guy is smooth. “Maybe a little romance, I’m thinking Jim and Pam,” he referenced my favorite Earth show as I’ve forced him to watch it after our trip there.

A mischievous smile found my lips at that. “Ohhhh, so someone was lying about not liking the show?” I teased in a ‘I told you so’ kinda way.

He chuckled at my call out. “I told ya Y/N, I just love to mess with you.”

“Hmm, fine but you have to watch rom coms with me,” I laid out my terms matter of factly.

His eyes widened. “Fine? Fine what? Fine to the romance?” He double checked as I hadn’t made myself all that clear.

“I GUESS,” I dramatically excepted in a fake disinterested tone.

“Well then Mrs. Y/N” he pulled me into him yet again wrapping his arms around my torso, though this time I let my hands rest on his chest. “I’m gonna romance the shit outta you,” he grinned that same cocky little grin that used to make me wanna smack him.

I rolled my eyes at his over confidence but was thrown off at him leaning in closer to me. I couldn’t find anything sassy or witty to remark because now all my focus was on the fact that Peter Quill’s lips were so close to mine. The lips of always secretly wanted to kiss. I let out a breath feeling the tension before he’d made the move to fully go in. He kissed me softly, and slowly. His hand cupped my cheek and when he pulled away he gave a real genuine smile.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me” rocket yelled out from the doorway next to a very shocked Nebula.

“I give them a week tops,” she jokingly murmured but I could tell she was genuinely happy for us.

Rocket groaned from his place clearly fed up with the fact that he’d suffered through our bickering just for us to end up into each other. “If I’d known all you two jackasses needed to do was bang it out- WHY ARE THE EGGS BLACK?” He ran over to the stove to turn off the switch as if that would save the already far gone breakfast. “that’s TWO breakfasts down the drain, that’s it! I’m done! We’re getting fast food from knowhere,” he flailed his hands in the air and walked out of the room in defeat making the rest of us chuckle.

“I’m glad you two figured it out finally,” Nebula gave a small smile. “Really thought you were blind,” she dryly joked.

Peter and I looked at each other in confusion for a moment before smiling and accepting the fact that apparently we’d been obvious about our unknown feelings. With that she left the room to follow Rocket to the controls of the ship to fly us all to knowhere. This left Peter and I alone once more, he stared down at me in amusement. “I knew you were into me.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes for the millionth time, slipped my fingers into his and dragged him out to the main area of the ship preparing for the rest of the teams reactions.

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My first Peter Quill fan fic! Sorta rushed so I apologize for any errors! Let me know if I should make more!

#peter quill #enemies to lovers #peter quill x reader #gotg fanfiction #peter quill fanfic #peter quill x yn #starlord #starlord x reader #starlord fanfic #the guardians of the galaxy

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lives-in-midgard · 2 years ago

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Revealed Secret

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader ft. the guardians of the galaxy

Summary: At an Avengers party, Mantis revealed your secret crush for Bucky.

Word Count: 1.163

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It had been a while since you all have come together, so Tony organized a party, and everyone came. Natasha, Wanda, Steve, Scott, Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, T’Challa and some other people from Wakanda, the guardians of the galaxy and of course everyone else. That meant the person you have a big crush on was there too. And because you thought Bucky doesn’t feel the same you hoped that you could talk with some other people to distract yourself. You and Bucky are good friends, and you didn’t want to risk your friendship, so you decided to hide your feelings from him and hoped he wouldn’t notice it. You were excited to see the guardians again because it had been a long time since you have seen them.

When you walked into the tower, the first thing you did was to hug Wanda and talk with her. After a while you also talked with Natasha. You walked through the party and saw so many people having fun and having a good time. You just had a conversation with Steve and talked with T’Challa and his sister. It is always nice to see them and talk with them. You are very happy and will always be grateful that they helped Bucky. When you walked through the crowd you saw Bucky walking to you, in his suit he looked so handsome, so sweet but also hot.

“Hey doll” Bucky greeted you with a hug.

“Hey” you said when you pulled away.

“You look gorgeous.” Bucky confessed and you began to blush and tucked a hair behind your ear.

“Thanks, you look good too.” Now it was his time to blush, and he mumbled a thanks. You talked for a while when you decided to go and see some other people.

“I’ve got to go see you later, buck.”

While walking through the room you could see Natasha, Clint and Scott talk at the bar, a few steps away from them there were Steve and Sam laughing about something Peter said. And somewhere you heard a loud Thor telling a fight story. When you were near the couch Peter Quill waved at you and you were walking over with a smile to him, Mantis and Drax.

“There you are, I thought I wouldn’t see you with all the people here.” He said and you sat down beside him.

“I know there are really a lot of people, but I wouldn’t want to miss you guys.” You smiled.

“So how is everything? Did something crazy happen?” You asked him and he laughed.

“Crazy? With us never.” Peter said and you both laughed.

“What are you talking, don’t remember your Christmas present from us?”

“That was sarcasm Drax.”

“What Christmas present?” You wondered.

“Drax and Mantis flew to earth and kidnapped Kevin Bacon.” Peter began.

“Kevin Bacon was your Christmas present why not David Hasselhoff?” You laughed.

“Don’t give him such a stupid idea and it wasn’t funny.”

“Okay, you’re right Peter, it isn’t funny.” You said and held back a laugh.

“Where are the others?” You asked after Peter told you about the best Christmas gift he got from Mantis. She began to smile, and you could see how much they mean to each other.

“Nebula is somewhere with Tony and Rocket and Groot are over there with Bucky.” When he mentioned Bucky, your heart skipped a beat and when you looked over, you saw him smiling.

“Y/n?” Peter called out and brought you back to reality.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked.

“I asked if Mantis could try her power on you.” Drax said and held back a smile.

Because you didn’t really know her you totally forgot what her powers are. That’s why you didn’t know why Drax was smiling when you said yes.

Mantis softly touched your arm and looked you in the eyes.

“You feel love.”

“Yeah, I feel a lot of love for everyone in this room.” You said and hoped this would help and she wouldn’t go deeper.

“No, romantic love.” Mantis continued.

“No, no no. That’s not true.” You interrupted her and looked over to Peter for help.

“For him.” She yelled and pointed at Bucky. Who was now looking at you with a confused look.

“No” You pulled your hand away from her and Drax began to laugh.

“She just told everyone your darkest secret, just like she did with you Peter. Do you remember it? “He screamed and laughed more. You and Peter looked at each other and you have never felt so embarrassed in a long time. You really hoped that Bucky didn’t hear it. But he looked over at you and Drax was so loud, he probably heard it.

“Hey, I’m really sorry, if I had known I would have warned you.” Peter started but you stood up when you saw Bucky was walking over to you.

“I need some fresh air.” You quickly took your bag and walked out. You heard someone yell your name, but you didn’t want to turn around. You just had to get out of there. When you walked out, you were hit with the cold air. You took deep breaths and looked up at the stars. It was so embarrassing, probably everyone knows it by now. It felt like everyone was watching you.

“Hey” Suddenly Bucky was standing beside you.

“Hey” You quietly mumbled and looked over to him.

“You probably heard what they were saying.” You sighed.

“Yeah, I heard what they said.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Is it true?” That was not what you expected him to say, but after what he heard you can’t deny it anymore.

“Yeah, it’s…it’s true. I’m in love with you.” When you said that Bucky began to smile.

“Then I’m glad because I’m in love with you too.” You couldn’t believe what you just heard. All this time you hoped he would like you back and now he said it. He really said it.

“Really? Are …are you sure?” You asked him and he nodded.

“Yes, I’m sure. We can go in there and Mantis can prove it if you want.” He joked and made you chuckle.

“I know something else that could prove it.” You hinted.

“Me too.” Bucky grinned at you, pulled a hair behind your ear, and pulled in to kiss you.

When you pulled away you both smiled at each other.

“Now, I’m glad Mantis revealed my secret.”

“Do you want to go back inside?” Bucky asked.

“Let’s stay here for a while.” You were standing there for a while, holding Bucky’s hand, and looking into the stars.

“You should take my jacket, doll. You are shivering.” Bucky said while taking of his jacked and gently putting his jacket on your shoulder. You had no idea how cold you were until Bucky mentioned it. You didn’t want Bucky to find out like that, but you’re glad he knows now and feels the same way about you.

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literaryavenger · 1 year ago

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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

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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.

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spockiguess · 2 years ago

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Breeding Jealousy Part 1 || Peter Quill x Fem!Reader

A/N: This took me way too long to finish, but here’s the first part of a two (maybe three, no promises) part series. Thank you so much to Sav for helping me edit and leaving very silly comments on my Doc. I know my Quill fics are so incredibly out of left field, but my track record shows that this should actually be expected! So hah! Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this even if it took me a couple of days. I’m thinking of writing a Peter x Male/GN reader, so let me know if y’all would want to see that.

Warnings: Smut, Use of Terms like Cunt and Pussy

Pairing: Peter Quill/Female Reader

Sure, you loved being a Guardian, but it definitely came with its hang ups. Be it the death-defying dance you had to walk every time you encountered another fuckhead with god-like abilities or the sickening injuries sustained from those perilous fights, being a part of Peter Quill’s infamous group of heroic outlaws took a heavy toll most days.

Lately, you’ve been finding yourself exhausted beyond comprehension and in dire need of release. So, after much pushing from Mantis and even Nebula, you decided to have a night where you let all inhibitions loose and finally got dicked down in the way you most deserved.

And that came in the form of you putting on your tightest, blackest, latex dress that just barely covered your ass and smearing on the sultriest makeup you could think up all to visit one of Knowhere’s many clubs. Being a planet made up of mostly outlaws, the people knew how to fucking party.

Excitement coursed through your veins, and you exited your tiny bathroom ready to conquer the world.

Futuristic black heels clacked against the metal floors of your shared housing with a resounding confidence as you traversed multiple floors and staircases, purse in hand.

You felt alive for the first time in eight months, and when you entered the common area, you acknowledged Peter–your captain and longtime crush–with a nonchalant wave, barely even bothered by the way he looked you up and down multiple times.

“Where’re you going?” Peter asked incredulously.

“Out,” You answered back excitedly, a wide grin plastered across your face.

With a shocked expression, Peter muttered to himself doubtfully, “Out. Yeah, right. Out,” before he spoke up again, “So where is this out?”

Pausing just before the door, you turned back to Peter, unwavering, “Korthax.” Peter spluttered, knocking over his drink and immediately rose from his seat.

“You’re going to Korthax looking like that? Why?” Peter crossed his arms and you sighed knowing your fun would have to wait until Peter’s little interrogation was over.

Deciding not to answer his question for now, you teased Peter, “Looking like what, exactly?” Peter just scoffed and motioned to your body, as if that explained everything.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you shrugged, “I’m just going out to have fun and hopefully sleep in a bed that isn’t mine tonight. Does that bother you?”

Peter scoffed again, completely unwilling to believe what he was seeing, “Yes, actually, it does bother me.”

This time, you were the one to scoff, “Okay, why? I’m an adult, aren’t I? I get to choose how I spend my free time.”

Peter wasn’t having any of it and crossed the room in a few long strides, getting right in your face, “Not when those choices could put you in a ton of danger.” Peter gave his best serious face but rejoiced internally, totally satisfied with his response. His argument had practically no holes, he thought.

“Right, because when we face off against literal gods, that’s fine. But when I want to go out, then it’s a problem. Thanks, I get it now.” You were being a little rude and extremely sarcastic, but at this point, you were fed up with Peter’s sudden interest in your personal life and how you conducted it.

Peter short circuited, his brain literally could not think of one smart response to that. With what you were insinuating, you were right. Peter himself constantly puts you in danger, so why is now any different?

Still, Peter wasn’t a man known for backing down against good logic, so he doubled down and got even closer, “Do you know how dangerous some of these people are? At least with the people we fight, you know what they’re capable of. Here, you’re at a disadvantage– you feel too safe.”

You were also extremely hard-headed, so you got closer as well, your faces just mere inches away from each other, “These are your people, are they not? You banter with them, you literally call them family. And now they’re suddenly big scary monsters just waiting to take advantage of me? What a crock of shit.”

Peter blew a big puff of air out of his flaring nose, obviously annoyed with your indignation at his abrupt prodding. Peter was backed into a corner, you were much smarter than people gave you credit for. Speaking harshly, Peter began, “Fine. You want the truth?”

You cocked your head to the side, your face sprouting a vicious smile as you rested your hands on your hips, “Yes, Peter, I’d love the truth.”

A minute passed before Peter finally began to swallow all of his anxiety and fears regarding his feelings about you, he reasoned it was about time to let the truth flow anyway. “I like you. I mean, I really like you.”

Peter spoke lowly, his voice a resentful whisper, “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the first day I saw you. So imagine being me, seeing you, wearing that, and you’re talking about spending your night with some cheap lowlife when I’m right here. Now that is a crock of shit.”

Oh. Well, that certainly puts a dent in your plan. Well, fuck it, you thought. Taking Peter’s face in your hands, you pressed your soft, rouged lips against his and pressed your body against him, trying to communicate the utter want you’ve felt for him ever since you joined his ragtag band of misfits.

Peter groaned wantonly, his calloused hands flying to the seat of your ass and squeezing greedily as he deepened the passionate kiss. Fireworks went off in your head. It was all finally happening.

Peter’s tongue swiped against your lips and you opened them in hazy approval, letting him dominate your very being with not one complaint.

Soon, you had to break away to catch your breath. A single strand of saliva kept the two of you connected before it broke off and landed on your chins. A fog of lust clouded your minds and the only thing you could think about was getting in the other’s pants.

Peter was one step ahead of the curve though, and before you knew it, you were being hauled up and over Peter’s shoulder. With a yelp, you dropped your purse and your already short dress rode up even farther, leaving you shivering at the feeling of the cool air hitting your thinly clothed pussy.

Peter noticed this immediately (you swore his brain was wired to scope out anything even slightly appealing within a ten mile radius), and slapped your bare ass, commenting, “Seriously, a thong? How desperate were you?”

You slapped his ass in return, “Oh, fuck you.”

“You’re certainly about to,” Peter grinned wickedly.

Eventually, you made it to Peter’s cramped bedroom and he carefully laid you on his raggedy bed, admiring you for a long moment. Having abandoned your heels on the trek there, you teasingly ran one of your feet against Peter’s tented pants, beckoning him closer.

Peter hastily obliged and dove in, kissing you wildly as he bunched your dress above your hips and situated himself between your spread legs. His large hands traversed your mostly naked skin before his fingers hooked under the waistband of your thong and yanked them down.

You gasped and Peter took this opportunity to capture you in another heated kiss while his thumb slid through your slick folds and honed in on your throbbing clit. Moaning, you kissed Peter back feverishly, your hand coming down to grip his wrist as he rubbed your clit in slow circles.

Breaking apart once again, Peter kissed along the length of your neck before biting your collarbone, then soothing the mark with his tongue. Your other hand flew to Peter’s hair which you grabbed a tuft of and tugged. Peter groaned, pressing against your clit harder, causing you to moan in return.

Sliding down your body, Peter’s face aligned with your weeping cunt before he gave you a cocky look (one eyebrow arched, smile devilishly lopsided) and licked a hot stripe along your pussy, his mouth locking around your clit.

You bucked into Peter’s face and pulled at his hair even more, jerking at the vibrations his breathless moans sent straight into your aching core. Everything felt hot: your body, your soul, the very air in the room, you couldn’t focus on a single thing.

All you knew in that moment was Peter’s eager mouth licking and sucking at your most sensitive spot with a hunger unparalleled. The action sent a blindingly hot energy rippling through you, like an electric current traveling through a copper wire, making you gasp in pleasure.

Your fingers wound tighter into Peter’s luscious hair as you felt this energy ball up in the depths of your core and send radiating shockwaves that caused you to yell Peter’s name like it was a divine prayer capable of saving you from this sinful hedonism.

Wetness dripped from Peter’s chin as your body spasmed and that energy finally released in a seemingly cosmic explosion that sent stars reeling across the universe. Still experiencing the aftershocks, Peter came back up and kissed you long and hard, his hand coming to hold the back of your neck.

Feeling somewhat devious, you gathered up the gumption to lock your legs around Peter’s waist and force him onto his back with a blanket-muffled thump. Not wasting a second, you rearranged yourself so that you were now sitting between Peter’s muscular legs.

The outlaw was still wearing his faded jeans, so you made quick work of them by popping the button, pulling the zipper, and tugging both his pants and underwear down in one swift motion.

Peter smiled widely, chuckling, “Eager, aren’t we?” You grinned, watching as his dick sprang to life and slapped against his toned belly. It was big, in both length and width, and you wondered if you’d even be able to take half of it in your mouth.

You were a trooper, though, so you took his thick cock in your hand and retorted, “Oh, I can be bored, if you want,” mirroring his actions from earlier, you licked a wet stripe from Peter’s base to his tip, locking eyes with him before continuing, “That is totally do-able.”

Peter rolled his eyes, about to make a comeback when you hoped for the best and swallowed as much of Peter’s dick as you could in one fell swoop.

“Fuck!” Peter cursed, his hand flying to the back of your head and grabbing a bunch of hair.

Peter’s immediate reaction only fueled your intense desire to please and you took more of his length into your mouth, trying to stop your gag reflex the moment his cock hit the back of your throat. Curly brown hairs tickled your nose once you reached the hilt, and you soothingly rubbed the sides of Peter’s thighs before resting your hands on his, pushing down to signal that you would really like to be face-fucked.

Peter got the memo and swore again before bracing himself against the bed. Not a moment passed before your mouth was being used like some sort of personal masturbator and tears quickly filled your eyes as Peter’s dick ravaged your throat.

What kept you going was hearing Peter’s utterly indecent moans and achy whines as he got himself off, desperately chasing his own nearing climax.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Peter whined, head falling back against his pillow.

Soon, Peter’s breath began to hitch and his hips pistoned into your mouth with such speed that it almost made you dizzy. Only a few minutes later did Peter finally still and pump hot cum down your throat as his fingers dug further into your hair, keeping you right in place.

Peter cooed, “That’s right, baby, take it all,” before he finally let go of your head. Catching your breath, you wiped some of the remnants marking your lips and made a show of licking it off your fingers. Peter was already getting hard again, but seeing that made all the blood rush from his head to his cock.

“That good?” you teased, climbing back up Peter’s body. Peter only nodded before kissing you deeply, you could taste each other’s essences on your tongues.

Feeling beat, you plopped down next to Peter’s still-heaving body after wrangling yourself out of your clothes and snuggled closely, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. Peter decided to ignore his dick for the moment and wormed his arms around your waist, bringing you even closer. The sun began to rise outside of his window, but it didn’t matter as the both of you fell asleep within moments.

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extra-unknown-nation · 2 years ago

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'He Likes You'

Peter Quill x Male!Reader Word Count: 0.9k

Summary: After you had a bad day, Peter comes to check on you, for reasons he keeps hidden.

A/N: Just got back from seeing GOTG3 and needed to write about this man asap! This is pretty short but, hope you like! (Also I don't own this GIF)

You were sat comfortably outside the bar, drinking away at the weird beverage you had taken from the fridge just inside. It's strange, texture made you shiver but brought you slight relief after just getting done helping Nebula with supplies. She was tough to read, and quite harsh with her words; as if the day hadn't been awful already, Nebula treating you like an after thought made it worse.

Sighing you take another swing of your drink, placing it just beside your hips as you gaze around. As per usual Knowhere was busy, with people going about their duties to keep the place bustling, some like you, were just relaxing and enjoying their day. Well, you tried to at least but things just weren't working out for you.

You thought hard, a little too hard about your worth, feeling as though you didn't belong there, that is until you were startled by a hand grasping at your shoulder. Looking up, you make eye contact with the man; your eyes widening as you realized it was Peter.

"Hey," he says, his voice low and causing a shiver to run up your spine.

You quickly stand up, gripping your bottle and wiping away the frown on your face, "Hey Pete, what's up?"

"Nothing, just checking in on you," he replies, watching as your shoulders tense up. "Heard about how you stormed off from the lift off zone, I just....wanna make sure you're good."

A scoff escaped your lips as you look down at your half empty bottle, Peter's concern for you always seemed to bring you some warmth in times of distress. Even as something as small as this, you couldn't help smirking, "Yeah, got scolded by one of your friends is all."

His brow rose, "Wait who, was it Nebula?"

You nodded, pursing your lips in shame.

"Sorry about her, she's been rough on everyone today. I can go talk to her, I think she's still at the ship." Peter begins to ramble, taking a few steps back as if he would go to retrieve her.

You didn't want him to go though, "Peter..."

He didn't listen, continuing to speak, "I promise you by the next few days she'll be-." Peter suddenly stopped as he felt your hands wrap comfortably around his wrist; preventing him from stepping away.

You both exchanged looks, your eyes filled with a need for him to stay while his brighten at the feeling of your hand around his.

You quickly noticed yourself lingering too long with his hand, pulling back before quickly apologizing.

Peter shook his head, "It's fine." Deep down though it wasn't, he wanted you to touch him again just like that, to feel the butterflies he'd get all the times you two would accidentally brush up against each other. Just thinking about it made his stomach flutter.

"Umm..." is all you could mutter, as the two of you remained awkwardly looking at each other; waiting for the other to say something to break the silence.

Luckily there was someone, somebody that wasn't even apart of the conversation, Drax.

"Kiss him, Quill." The deep, burly voice cause you two to snap your gazes to the side, where Drax was nonchalantly staring at you both.

"Drax! Why are you not at the ship with the others?"

Drax explains, "I got bored, and plus Mantis told me to follow you just in case you finally reveal how much you like-"

Peter chimes in before Drax could finish, "No, no, no, no, okay. I need you to help unpack things with Mantis on the ship alright? You're the strongest on the team, she can't do all the work alone."

"You gonna tell him first?"

"Tell me what?" You questioned.

"He likes you."

"Drax!"

"What it's true?!"

Peter rolls his eyes, "Oh my...Drax get back to the ship, now!"

Drax listens this time watching your surprised expression as he began to walk away, turning occasionally to see if Peter would make any moves.

As he disappeared behind a building, Peter turns back to you, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry about him, he's a-little...you know," Peter drew circles around the side of his head, indicating Drax's stupidity.

You played along with Peter, trying to hide your smile, "No I get it."

Peter scoffed, "I should probably make sure my team isn't causing a ruckus, huh?"

Although you didn't want him to leave, at least this time he had a better reason to do so. You nodded, your lips twitching at Drax's previous remarks. 'He likes you'. Was that honestly the truth? You liked Peter, but you weren't sure if he had similar feelings, not until now. His defensive comments, and his friends ratting him out proved he was interested in you.

"Can I...get a hug first,” he asked, his face expressing fear of denial. You weren't the kind of person to harshly turn down something, but the thought still crossed Quill's mind.

You shrugged, willing to take up his offer. You closed the gap between him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, carefully to prevent the glass in your hand from hitting his head. Peter pulls you in, his hands resting in the small of your back.

He was so warm, you could just sink into his embrace and never wanna let up. You wished the two of you could just be still, and enjoy each others company for as long as possible. The thought of having to let go, to let yourself be release from his grasp was something you tried blocking out.

For now, you would appreciate the moment, knowing that things between the two of you would likely to shift going forward.

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